#Bucky x female!reader

[insomniumstella]

baby, she's all yours

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: free use (consent to be "used" anytime & anywhere), explicit language, fingering, oral (m! and f! receiving), a sprinkle of degradation, a sprinkle of breeding kink, dom!bucky, public sex, light spanking, daddy kink (i should be stopped). this one is bad, so it goes without saying, but MDI

word count: 1,240

author's note: this is a lil' story in celebration of kinktober, which time won't permit me to participate in, but my thoughts always wanted to. ➼ sharp, but oh so gentle

James was hesitant to explore the concept you described as free use at first, and maybe a fraction scared. The two of you had been dating for close to three years, and though things were great, the idea of you introducing free use into the bedroom days after knife play troubled him. His heart has always been heavy with the notion of being too difficult to love and too bothersome to deal with, but you made him feel enough; more than. Special in public when you would proudly hold his hand, and special in the comfort of plush sheets when you would let him cherish you — use and mould you into a drooling mess, obeying every demand. Was proposing a fresh kink a silent plead to advise him you have gotten bored? 

As it turned out, it was. Kind of. The itch beneath your skin urging you to explore foreign waters wasn’t boredom but rather lust. Fiery hot and addicting type of lust that ignited every nerve ending in your body around him. Still does. Introducing Bucky to free use was the best—and the most deliciously infuriating—thing to soothe your constant yearning for his touch. 

It caught you off guard, the first time he complied with the request. Steve had recently purchased an apartment in Brooklyn and organised a small housewarming celebration. You slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen once your glass turned empty, oblivious to the very needy pair of eyes studying you. The music muffled your soft moans then, as James fingered you against the blonde’s new refrigerator, suffocating the whines his thick fingers caused with passionate kisses. 

The second time it happened, it was winter. Powdery layers of snow covered the entirety of New York City, and, as the sun laid to rest for the evening, the streets seemed magical. James and you were rushing to Natasha’s birthday dinner, stopping by Bergdorf Goodman for a last-minute gift. Time around holidays is always strenuous, but the missions almost doubled last year, rustles of a deadly biochemical weapon dampening the joy of Christmas and stealing your attention away from getting Natasha a gift early. Bucky tackled the three bottom floors whilst you handled the other three, scouring the variety of fine jewelry and designer clothing. As fate would have it, a gorgeous sequinned dress piqued your interest, the colour of it overly harsh for the redhead’s complexion but perfectly complimenting to yours. James practically pleaded for you to model it, assuring nobody would notice you being late a minute or two. Desire waltzed in his eyes when you agreed at last, twirling around to present the garment and flaunt how well it flattered your curves. He shoved the two of you into the private dressing room once the sales associate disappeared to bring out a pair of matching heels, closing the curtains and hiking the dress up to your waist. “Be good for me,” he spoke, undoing his zipper and slipping the tip of his cock into your dripping heat, “you wouldn’t want employees to hear us, would you, doll?” You couldn’t think of the gift you ended up buying Natasha, but you can still remember sobbing into Bucky’s hand as his hips feverishly snapped into yours.  

Sometimes, that particular memory makes you wonder if introducing James to free use was a mistake — you’d be lying if you said it was because the thrill of being played with at times you least expect is exhilarating. The agreement caused many risky scenarios, though. There was that instance of Bucky between your legs, lapping at your core during a video call with your sister. The wooden desk shielded him from view as he relished you, but the grimaces on your features were a smidge more difficult to camouflage. “You taste incredible, baby,” Bucky mumbled, flesh and metal hands gripping the softness of your exposed thighs, before eagerly licking your clit. “Couldn’t ever get enough of this pussy.” You inadvertently moaned thrice during the call, disguising the sinful sounds by feigning coughs and attributing your strange demeanour to a common cold. “Tell her the truth,” James teased then, slipping a metal digit inside your needy hole, and you sneakily slapped his shoulder. The unsuspecting woman on screen continued to babble about her upcoming visit as you hit the mute button on your computer because the man below you had zero intentions of easing up. “Can feel you squeezin’,” he groaned, slipping a couple more of his metal digits inside. “Please end the call, peach, so I could fuck you atop this desk already.” 

There was also the time he got annoyed on a road trip, freeing his cock and guiding your head downward to silence your complaints about his driving on unpaved roads. “Be a good girl and put that mouth to better use,” he grunted as you licked drops of pre-cum off his skin. “Na uh, doll,” with his left arm on the steering wheel, James forced the entirety of his length into your mouth, “we ain’t got time for any foreplay shit right now.” 

Furthermore, introducing him to free use is the reason for your current predicament — being bent over the sink at a local bar with Bucky balls deep inside you. 

“Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” James praises, catching your gaze in the grimy mirror before spanking your velvety hips. “My girl’s such a slut for me, letting me play with her in a random pub’s bathroom.” It’s more of an observation than dirty talk, and you bite back a moan, nodding. “Bet you’re always thinking about daddy’s big cock, wishing you could be bursting full of me forever, aren’t you?” A harsh spank lands on your scorching skin when you don’t immediately answer. “I asked you a question, peach.”

“Yes,” you sob, digging your manicured nails into the base of your palm. “Love it—,” another wail slips past your swollen lips, “love it when you use me, daddy.” 

The pace of his hips slamming into yours remains brutal as he studies your expression in the mirror. “Look at you,” he clutches your chin, the slight pain of it forcing you to peel your eyes open, “my baby’s so fucked out, she’s having trouble speaking.” The steady pulse of your approaching orgasm heightens as Bucky admires the whimpering mess that is you, leaning lower until the slight stubble on his jaw tickles your ear. “Should I let you finish, or should I leave you all desperate and stuffed full of my cum until happy hour’s over?” 

“Please,” you plead, “I’m so close.” 

“That’s too—,” James chuckles through a groan as his own orgasm bursts in syrupy waves, “—bad.” The rhythm of his movements falters and then stops, and if tears weren’t streaming down your face already, you would’ve cried at the loss of contact, feeling terribly empty without Bucky to keep you warm. Though you don’t say a word to him, he can sense your frustration, the weight of your emotions lingering in the atmosphere around you. Slithering his metal hands between your legs, he pushes the cum that leaked out back inside you, thrusting a couple times to soothe your disappointment before withdrawing his touch and shoving your discarded panties into the pocket of his jacket. “Don’t let it drip out if you want a reward when we get home.” A lazy grin stretches across his features. “I promise to make it worth your while.” 

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Comfortable

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out that you’ve never climaxed during intimacy and he’s not happy about that.

Warnings: Smut, Crying during sex, Overstimulation (mental and physical), Language, Fluff, Minor Angst but not really

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Kinda based on life but without bucky coming in and setting things straight lol. I’ve also got the first like 5 parts of a new series written, so that’ll be coming soon hehe. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and I love you all very much! 

~*~

“I don’t know, Nat, I just... I guess I’m just never... I don’t know. I’m in my head a lot, I guess.”

The redhead snickers, elbowing her sister and sharing a look with her before both of their gazes return to yours.

“Barnes lacking?”

You shake your head quickly, trying to clear his name.

“No! No, God no! He just... it’s not him, it’s me. I think too much, I’m focused on making sure it’s good for him, making sure he finishes that I... I don’t know.”

Yelena purses her lips, “does he know he hasn’t made you cum yet?”

You swallow hard and shake your head, dropping your gaze to your lap.

“I... I fake it.”

The assassins exchange glances again and you huff a sigh.

“He’s good, he’s really good and he makes me feel good and I get close but... I just can’t... I can’t cum. And it’s not like it’s just him, I’ve never cum with anybody I’ve been with. I just... can’t do it. Maybe I’m broken,” you whisper that last part mostly to yourself, but both women jump in and shake their heads.

“It’s an intimate thing. You probably just want to feel one hundred percent comfortable with the person before giving that last bit of yourself to them. Orgasming with a partner for the first time is... intense. You should talk to him about it, tell him the truth and explain it. Maybe you guys need more foreplay, maybe you need to be in control more, but you’ll only figure it out by talking to him about it.”

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head at Natasha, “I don’t wanna hurt his feelings though, Nat. I just... how the hell do I gently tell him that he hasn’t made me cum and I've been faking it the whole time?”

Two sets of trained eyes dart over your shoulder just as you hear the door to your apartment shut.

Tension pulls your shoulders up and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he didn’t hear you.

The way the two Russians in front of you press their lips into thin lines gives you your answer, and you drop your head forward, hating the fact that this is now a conversation you need to have with your boyfriend.

“Well uh, I think we should take that as our cue to leave,” Yelena says awkwardly, pressing on a smile and offering Bucky a small wave as she rises to her feet, Natasha following after.

You stay rooted in place on the couch, refusing to even acknowledge his presence as he putters about in the kitchen, waiting until your friends leave before finally making his way into the living room.

Your eyes don’t leave your hands as he takes a seat on the floor in front of you, his hands, one cold and one warm, finding yours and squeezing gently.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to take deep breaths.

If you were to look at him, you’d see that his face is confused, not angry. Not a hint of anger could be found within him. If anything, he’s upset that you hadn’t told him before. That you didn’t feel comfortable confiding in him and telling him the truth.

The entire time he was under the impression that you were enjoying the sex and getting just as much out of it as he was.

“Why are you apologizing, sweet girl?”

You sniffle and shake your head, fear icing your veins.

You don’t want him to be mad at you and you don’t want him to feel offended.

“I just... I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and reaches one hand up to cup your jaw, raising your head enough so that you finally, finally look into his eyes.

Your beautiful eyes are filled with tears and it makes his heart ache in his chest.

“Why the tears, honey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head and sniffle, dropping your gaze only to raise it when he squeezes your chin.

“C’mon, sweet girl, you can talk to me. I... I don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me, okay? What’s got you so upset?”

You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand, trying to muster up your courage.

“I just... I don’t want to make you mad.”

He furrows his brows and shakes his head, absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that you think he’d be mad at you for being honest.

“Why would I ever be mad, baby? If you’re upset, I wanna know what I can do to make you feel better.”

You take another deep breath then slowly nod.

“I just... I know that sex is a sensitive topic for a lot of guys. Especially... their performance. And yours is great! The sex is great and I love it and you’re amazing! I just... I haven’t... ya’know. I never have with anyone else either. I’m starting to think that I can only do it by myself,” you whisper glumly, your shoulders sinking in.

Bucky is quiet for a moment. He’d already heard every word you’d spoken to Natasha and Yelena, and, he’s not gonna lie, it punches at his pride to know that his girl isn't enjoying it as much as he is. All he wants is for you to feel your best in every aspect of life.

“Well, why don’t we talk about this a bit more, huh? You said that it’s not just me, but everyone you’ve been with?”

He knows this isn’t about him, it’s about you, but he really hopes that you’re not trying to soften the blow. If other people have made you cum, he wants to know how and when and then he wants to cut their fingers off for ever touching you.

You nod, sniffling. “Yeah, I just... I don’t know if I get in my head too much or if I’m... not comfortable enough, but I just... I can’t.”

He nods slowly, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out a solution.

“What can I do to make you more comfortable, honey?”

You shake your head and push to your feet, hating every word of this conversation.

“I am comfortable with you, Buck. I just... forget I said anything, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

His long fingers wind around your wrist, stopping you from fleeing like you so desperately want to.

“It does matter, honey. It matters a lot, actually. I’m not mad and I’m not offended. I just... I want you to feel the same intimacy that I feel when we have sex. It’s... amazing. And I want you to experience it. So tell me how I can make you feel better.”

Your glossy eyes raise to his and, when you see nothing but honesty and love, you nod slowly.

“I don’t know what’s missing or what needs to happen. You’ve got me really close, but I just.. maybe I think about it too much? I don’t know.”

He cups your cheeks and presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

“You’re gonna need to direct me, baby. Next time, you’re gonna need to tell me what you like, what feels good, okay? And when you get close, you tell me and I’m gonna keep going until you actually cum, is that all right?”

You nod again.

“Okay.”

He kisses your lips gently then pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Okay.”

~*~

The next time the opportunity to be intimate arises, it’s after a small get-together at Yelena’s place.

You’ve already had a sizeable glass of wine, and now all you want is your boyfriend’s hands on your body.

He pushes open the door to your shared apartment, a grin on his lips as you pepper kisses along his jawline.

“Hey, sweetheart. You want something? Hmm?”

You nod, lips not leaving his skin as you push his jacket off of his shoulders.

“C’mere.” His metal arm dips beneath your thighs, hoisting you up, while his flesh arm wraps around your waist, keeping you held tightly against his chest as you wrap your legs around him.

He leads the two of you through the apartment and into the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed and pulling away to pull his shirt off.

You shimmy out of your dress and toss it to the ground, leaving you only in your matching black lace set.

Bucky’s eyes devour your figure and he’s quick to shed his pants and join you on the bed, crawling between your legs and smoothing his hands over your thighs.

“How you feelin’, pretty girl? You okay?”

You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he looks at you like you’re the only woman on the planet.

And to him, you might as well be.

“You gonna let me eat you out, baby? Please?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

When you nod at him, he grins, beyond pleased, and slides his fingers beneath the fabric on your hips.

He pulls your panties down your legs and brings them up to his face, holding your gaze while taking a deep breath through his nose.

“Fuck, you smell good. Taste even better, though.” And with that, he situates himself between your thighs and flattens his tongue against you, licking you from your dripping hole up to your throbbing clit.

You sigh happily, fingers tangling through his hair as he works his tongue over your clit and dips two fingers into your heat.

“Just like that...” you whisper, your head digging into the pillows as he plays you like a fiddle.

He continues fucking his fingers into you, pausing when you give a particularly hard tug on his hair then repeating exactly what made you do that.

You can feel it slowly building, each pass of his tongue and thrust of his fingers brings you slightly closer, and you can’t help but feel your heart begin to race.

“Fuck... just like that, Bucky...”

He follows your instructions perfectly, doing exactly what makes you feel good.

He watches your face scrunch, feels your heels dig into his back and your nails scratch at his scalp and - Goddamn is this what he was missing out on? This is what you look like when you’re really about to cum?

It takes all of his self-control to not grab his phone and take a picture of you.

Your chest rises and falls more rapidly and your eyes are squeezed shut as your walls start fluttering around his fingers.

Fuck, you look gorgeous.

It’s such a strange feeling, having him bring you closer and closer to the edge. It’s so foreign yet so right and you tug at his hair and roll your hips up to his face.

“Bucky, I... I’m gonna.... oh fuck, please... I’m gonna cum, please!”

God, hearing that is like music to his ears.

He continues, bringing his free hand up to yours when you reach for it.

You interlock your fingers and grind your teeth together as your release washes over you, far more intense than anything you’ve ever been able to bring yourself.

A sound that’s half-moan half-gasp falls from your lips and you squeeze his hand harder while your walls clamp down around his fingers.

Bliss fills you, sparks flying from every nerve in your body, head to toe, and Bucky watches in awe.

He’s not sure how he believed you before when you were faking. The way you look when you cum is something he’s never going to be able to forget now.

Your body is wound so tight, your thighs clenched around his head and your nails digging into his scalp. Your walls are pulsing and clenching and, fuck, it feels incredible. He can’t wait to feel it around his cock.

He continues slowly fucking his fingers in and out of you while working his tongue over your clit, only pulling away when you tug your hips back.

He smacks his lips together and pulls away, his eyes connecting with yours.

Your chest heaves and your forehead has a light sheen of sweat on it, and you look like the Goddess you are.

“How you feel, baby?” He asks gently, smoothing his hands up your sides and rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin of your stomach.

You only nod at him, your hands coming to rest on his wrists.

“Words, baby. I need words.”

You lick your lips and take a deep breath before speaking.

“I feel good, Buck. I-I feel really good,” you whisper, eyes prickling with tears at the intensity of the moment.

He smiles lovingly down at you and leans in for a gentle kiss.

You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the moment even more erotic.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.

You nod, sighing softly as tears trail back into your hairline.

He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.

Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good... God... nice n’ tight... wet... shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

“I love you, pretty girl. I really do.”

Your heart swells and you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.

He starts a steady pace, smoothing one of his hands over yours and interlocking your fingers.

“I wanna feel you cum for me again. Wanna feel it on my cock, baby. God, you look so pretty when you cum. Wanna take a picture of it and frame it, I swear.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine softly, arching your back and groaning when he hits deeper inside of you at the new angle.

“Right there... oh fuck, please...”

He buries his head in your neck, peppering the skin there with kisses while his free hand travels between your bodies to find your clit.

He circles the bundle of nerves with expert precision, lifting his lips to yours to swallow your moans.

You’re barely kissing. No, it’s more of just breathing each other’s breaths and moaning in each other’s mouths, but the intimacy is unmatched and the passion is flaming through your soul.

You wind your free arm around his shoulders, pulling him down to press more of his weight against you, and you can’t help but feel more secure and more comfortable.

“I... Bucky... I’m gonna... oh fuck.”

He nods, showering your face in kisses.

“Cum for me, honey. C’mon, please. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You can’t very well deny him when he’s asking you so nicely.

His fingers move against your clit faster and faster while his hips continue grinding into yours firmly, making your toes curl and your back arch further.

Your chest presses against his and you rake your nails against his back so hard you're sure you’re drawing blood, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Not when you’re falling headfirst into the most intense and powerful climax of your life.

Your vision goes white and your ears start to ring, and all you can do is squeeze around him.

Your legs tighten around his waist, your nails dig into his flesh, and your walls clamp down around his cock as fireworks erupt in your belly.

Bucky fucks you through it, keeping his pace steady as you tremble and convulse beneath him, your mouth open as soft whines fall from it.

God, the feeling of you, all hot and tight and wet around him... he’s ready to die happily now that he’s gotten to truly experience the glory that is having you cum around him.

His pride swells and he can't help the way his ego inflates when he pulls his head back to look at your pretty face.

He did that.

He made you feel that good.

He’s the only man, no, the only person in the world besides yourself that’s ever made you cum. And he’s going to be the only one.

And now that he knows how to do it, now that he's gotten you there with his mouth and his cock, he’s never going to get enough of it. He’s gotta make up for lost time, doesn't he?

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[antiquarianfics]

Not What I Heard

a/n: i have so many drabble ideas like this omg warnings: none

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“Doll, please, just talk to me. We can figure this out.”

Bucky Barnes was in deep shit, and he knew it, too. And if he didn’t know it before, he is starkly aware now that you’re refusing to speak to him.

You move around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for dinner. You slide past Bucky a few times, doing your best not to touch him. You’re certainly not speaking to him.

“Y/N, look at me. Please.”

You sigh and look up at your husband. He looks sincerely sorry, and he looks desperate to get any sort of reaction from you.

“Can’t you tell I’m trying to ignore you?” You finally say, exasperation entwining every syllable. You set the knife you had picked up back down on the cutting board and wipe your hands off on your pants.

“I can, but I don’t like it,” he says.

You snort, a grin pulling on your lips.

“That was the point.”

“You can’t punish me for this, Doll. C’mon.”

“Sure I can.”

“I didn’t know!”

“That’s not what I heard.”

Bucky’s eyes narrow.

“What did you hear?”

“Daddy, you ate Mama’s cheesecake and said you’d give me a bite if I kept it a secret!” Becca pipes in.

Neither one of you had noticed your daughter sneak in, but when she speaks, you both turn to her.

“You told her? I gave you a bite!”

Becca shrugs before turning to you.

“Can I watch TV now?”

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[buckyysdoll]

1940s! BUCKY X F! READER — જ⁀➴ who would’ve thought bucky barnes had a kink for a certain military rank title? — 18+ MDNI

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“Yes, Sergeant”

Bucky’s hips slowed, and his hands at your sides dug in deeper, as though involuntary. His eyes had flown open, still fogged up with lust, but with something akin to surprise.

What had you just called him?

He couldn’t find his voice, couldn’t summon the words to express the sudden rush of warmth to him, the seize of his want only growing as the words went straight from your mouth to the length of his cock.

His cock that was already buried in you where you rode him, though now suddenly stilled. He was so hard it hurt to breathe through it, as in just two words you’d turned him on beyond he’d thought possible.

You caught on, had known exactly what you were doing as you’d done it. This was, after all, your intention. You knew exactly how he’d react to the title, just like if you’d told him “Yes, Daddy” instead.

And so straddling him, you leaned down with your chest flush to his and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He felt your sly smile up against him as you whispered, “You like it when I call you Sergeant?”

And James Buchanan Barnes groaned. He groaned.

He couldn’t even recall what he’d asked, but your answering words had eclipsed any question. All he wanted, all he needed, was you crying out for him, was those sounds that you made for him — for only your Sergeant.

Your lips at his neck, nipping softly, almost wrung out the most obscene sounds from his throat, and before you could cause more irreparable damage, he’d grabbed both your wrists from their brace on his chest.

You barely had time even to yelp before Bucky had manouvered, pressing you on your back. Now it was his turn to smirk, that old charm back to life as your thighs clenched around his bare hips.

Yes, Doll,” he breathed in response. “And I’ll show you just how much I do.”

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Did I Make You Proud?

Character: Spy!Bucky x Rogue!Spy Female Reader

Summary: Imagine being a rogue agent, relentlessly pursued by your irresistibly attractive former mentor, Bucky, who is determined to track you down.

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Thank you to everyone who has read this chapter. Leave a comment and Reblog, please. I'd love to hear your thoughts. ❤️

Bucky P.O.V

Bucky's gaze flicked up to the intercom as the voice crackled through, laden with stress. "Did you see her?"

He sighed, the weight of the crowded train station bearing down on him. "Too many people here," he muttered, his frustration evident in the terse response.

"I never thought she would betray us. We have to find her before they do," came the voice from the intercom, laden with frustration.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration mirroring the tone on the intercom.

It was understandable why tensions ran high in the spy agency; one of their own had gone rogue, becoming a fugitive and leaving chaos in their wake.

And to make matters worse, the rogue agent is you.

The senior agent, Bucky received a direct order to apprehend the rogue agent. He was the one who had trained and guided you.

The situation's urgency hit him like a wave as he grasped the gravity of the rogue agent's actions. You had obtained sensitive data from a secret base and were planning to sell it to another country, triggering a potential international crisis.

"BANG."

The explosion erupted from the toilet, sending shockwaves through the crowded area.

"KYAA!!!" Panic spread like wildfire as people scrambled everywhere except for Bucky.

He remained calm amidst the chaos, a knowing look in his eyes as he recognized the familiar tactic. He had taught you well – create a distraction but ensure no civilians get hurt. It was a motto they lived by.

As his colleagues and the soldiers mobilized to locate the source of the explosion, Bucky's focus was unwavering. His gaze swept over the frantic crowd until, finally, he spotted you.

There you were, a smirk playing on your lips as you sat inside the cafe directly across from him.

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over Bucky – relief at finally finding you, the rogue agent, mingled with disappointment and a touch of regret.

Despite the agencies hot on your trail, you exuded an air of confidence, leisurely sipping your coffee as if you hadn't a care in the world. Bucky's jaw clenched with determination as he observed you from afar, his fist tightening as he made his way towards your location.

As he anticipated, you had vanished from the cafe, but your signature perfume lingered in the air, serving as a tantalizing clue. Trusting his instincts, Bucky followed the scent until he spotted you boarding a train.

With a quickened pace, he hurried to catch up, his steps purposeful as he entered the same carriage as you. The doors closed behind them, sealing their fate within the confines of the train.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" the intercom crackled with concern.

Bucky's hand moved swiftly to remove the device from his ear, slipping it into his pocket as he met your gaze with steely resolve. "I found her," he declared, his voice firm as he prepared to confront the rogue agent face to face.

Bucky quickened his pace, determination driving his strides as he reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to the quiet area of the train.

"Stop what you're doing. Do you want to get caught and be a prisoner in another country?" he pleaded, his voice laced with urgency and concern.

You shrugged nonchalantly, seeming unfazed by the consequences. "As long as I get paid," you replied, a hint of indifference in your tone.

Bucky's grip tightened as he looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of recognition. "This isn't you," he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation.

Pushing away his hand, you retorted, "What happened to 'no strings attached'?"

Bucky grumbled in frustration, feeling the weight of his own words haunting him. Perhaps you were right; he shouldn't have let himself worry about you.

But memories flooded his mind – the nights spent together, sharing warmth on cold evenings, and when you pretended to be husband and wife. Those days held a special place in his heart, now overshadowed by your betrayal.

"You... you were different," he muttered, struggling to reconcile the person he once knew with the rogue agent before him.

With a smirk, you met his gaze defiantly. "Because of you and the agency pushing my limits, I've learned my true value," you declared, your confidence unwavering.

"I'm a good spy."

Bucky couldn't deny the truth in your words. Despite the circumstances, there was no denying your skill as a spy. You had learned from the best – him.

As tension crackled between them, a mixture of frustration, longing, and unresolved emotions hung in the air, a testament to the complex relationship they once shared.

Bucky's voice was stern as he demanded, "Where's the data?"

You met his gaze with defiance, a smirk playing on your lips. "Too late. Before you guys found me at the train station, I already handed it over to the buyer."

The weight of your words hung heavily in the air as Bucky processed the gravity of the situation. "Do you even realize what you've done?" he asked, his tone tinged with disbelief.

You shrugged casually, a flicker of intensity in your eyes. "Can't you see the big picture? If there's only peace, people like us won't exist. I'm just here to keep it alive," you retorted, your confidence palpable, starkly contrasting to the timid and quiet persona he once knew.

Bucky fell silent, taken aback by the transformation before him. You had evolved into someone both confident and alluring, your newfound demeanor leaving him both impressed and unsettled.

You sensed his internal struggle and couldn't resist teasing him further. "Did I make you proud?" you inquired, tilting your head provocatively and adding a coy "Sir?" to the end of your question.

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you continued, "Or perhaps you'd rather catch me and handcuff me to your bed?"

Bucky's patience wore thin as he reached out, his fingers pinching your chin to meet his gaze. Leaning in closer, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss filled with unspoken tension.

The kiss spoke volumes, a collision of conflicting emotions – desire, frustration, and longing – all wrapped up in a single moment of intimacy.

As Bucky pulled away, his voice was low and authoritative. "Don't test my patience," he warned, his eyes burning with a mixture of warning and undeniable desire.

You let out a low, almost amused hum. "Hmm... I know."

The train whisked them away, racing across the bridge with breathtaking scenery flashing by. In a different circumstance, perhaps they could have appreciated the view together. But now, they were locked in a tense standoff.

"We should meet again," you remarked, breaking the silence.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

You offered no explanation, but a sense of unease prickled at Bucky's senses. He tensed, feeling a presence behind him, and his suspicions were confirmed when he turned to find seven men poised for a fight.

"Really?" Bucky shot you a disbelieving look as you shrugged nonchalantly.

"I need something to stall the time. I'll see you again, Sir." You turned and bolted with that, leaving Bucky to face the onslaught alone. He braced himself, ready to take on the challenge.

The fight was fierce, a whirlwind of punches and kicks as Bucky engaged in a battle of wits and strength. Despite being outnumbered, his training and skill allowed him to emerge victorious.

As he dealt the final blow, the sound of a helicopter overhead drew his attention. Bucky sighed, realizing that this was your escape plan unfolding.

When the train finally came to a halt, Bucky found himself surrounded by his agency colleagues, their expressions a mix of disappointment and frustration.

"She got away?" one of them asked, voicing the collective sentiment.

Bucky could only nod grimly. "Yup."

"Shit."

The frustration simmered within Bucky as he slid his hand into his jacket pocket, feeling something unexpected. With a quick glance, he pulled out a small item, his cheeks flushing crimson as he recognized it. It was undoubtedly your doing, a teasing reminder of your audacity.

Despite his frustration, Bucky couldn't deny the thrill of the chase, the challenge you presented only fueling his determination to catch you.

With a silent vow, Bucky steeled himself for the subsequent encounter. He would find you; this time, you wouldn't slip through his fingers so easily.

🚁

As you reached the top of the stairs, panting slightly from the exhilarating climb from the moving train, thrill and nervousness danced in your veins. 

Clara, your partner in crime and the helicopter pilot shook her head in disbelief. "I knew you wanted to make a cool exit for your hot former mentor, but this has to stop," she chided a hint of exasperation in her tone.

"Climbing up from a moving train? You might as well have signed your own death warrant," Clara continued, her eyes wide with concern.

You flashed her a mischievous grin, trying to brush off the seriousness of the situation. "I just wanted to impress him," you admitted, your voice laced with a hint of sheepishness.

Clara sighed, knowing all too well how to handle your impulsive tendencies. "Maybe next time, just kidnap him and live on a private island. Then you two can live happily ever after," she suggested with a playful wink.

You chuckled at the absurdity of her suggestion but couldn't help but entertain the thought. "That's not a bad idea. I should save money to buy an island," you mused, already picturing the two of you lounging on a tropical beach, far away from the chaos of the spy world.

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Masked Stranger

Pairing: knight!bucky barnes x queen!reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: While attending a masquerade ball for Lord Starks birthday, your knight decides to surprise you. 

Warnings: fluff, like the teeniest bit of angst in the form of a secret relationship, implied smut, kissing, dancing. Do to the content of my blog being 18+, that applies here too. 

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Bucky's relationship with you was still a secret to anyone not within your trusted circle, which is why when you were invited to Lord Stark's masquerade ball, he wasn't able to attend as your partner. 

He rode in your carriage with you, sitting next to you as you spoke to him about this ball and who all would be in attendance. When you reached the border, he climbed out and mounted Bandit, keeping up appearances to anyone you might run into on the road. He was to sleep in the barracks with the other knights when he wasn't on duty. And he was to watch over the ball from the sidelines, just like every other knight there. 

But he wasn't like every other knight.

He had the pleasure of knowing you. You'd dance with him when there were no visitors. The way you looked at him got his heart racing and had his armor feeling too warm. He knew the feeling of your lips on his skin, and he knew how your delicate skin felt under his own fingertips. 

He wished he could show it to the whole kingdom - show the world the love and adoration he held for you. But he understood why you wanted to keep it under wraps. As the queen, you were held to almost unfathomable standards by the lords and ladies in your court and loving him could put not only your station at risk, but you as well. 

So he would gladly sit in the corner of the ball room and watch you entertain Lord Stark and his court, even with the small pang of jealousy that rose in his chest. Your gaze always wandered, searching for him as you got spun around the room. And the second your eyes met, the jealousy would smolder and his heart would be wrapped in a gentle warmth as you sent a smile his way. 

But just because the two of you had social rules to adhere to, didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun. 

James had a plan, and he couldn't wait to see your reaction.

 All he needed was for Steve to relieve him of his watch before you grew too bored of dancing with the other nobles. 

~

It was hard to ignore how your hands itched to let go of Lord Stark while he droned on about the trade routes shared between the two of you. It wasn't anything personal against him, you just would rather have been in the hold of someone else. 

Your eyes filtered over the sea of bobbing heads, all dancing along to the musicians based at the top of the grand stairs. Following the line of the wall, disappointment filled your chest as James's familiar face seemed to disappear. You knew he wouldn't leave you unprotected, and that was proven when Steve's reassuring gaze met yours, but you just wished you could spend this moment with him instead. 

"Well," You looked back to Lord Stark, "It looks like the partner switch is coming up, so I wish for you to enjoy the rest of your evening and I look forward to discussing more with you tomorrow." 

You gave him a gentle smile, "As do I, Lord Stark. Enjoy your birthday." He thanked you before following the dance's partner change, twirling you off to the left as Lady Potts took your spot in his arms. 

A soft sigh left your lips as you readied for your next partner. Maybe you could try to find James, steal him for a walk through the courtyard. You'd have to ask Steve where he went, and you'd have to get yourself out of this never ending dance. 

You glanced across the room towards Steve, trying to find an opening in the large group of people dancing only to find you were stuck for now. With a sigh, you turned your attention from across the room to right in front of you and you felt your heart skip a beat as you stifled a gasp.  

In front of you was a tall man with a very familiar stature. The top half of his face was hidden behind a mask that was suspiciously matching yours in color. His brown locks were pulled into a low bun right above the collar of his surcoat. You tried not to furrow your brows, but he looked stunningly familiar and he made you feel at ease, even as he smiled and held out a hand to you. 

"May I, your grace?" His voice was soft as he waited, and as you rested your fingers in his, stepping closer, you were able to see his eyes. You knew those blue eyes. You knew that voice, that smile, the feeling of those fingers grasping yours. 

You gave James a small smile as you settled your right hand in his and your other rested on his shoulder, "You may." 

He gave you his signature smile before twirling you along to the music. Just like the two of you had done many times before in the comfort of your own throne room, he was an excellent dance partner, the slightest pressures from his hand guiding you along the marbled floor with ease. Sometimes, with how well he followed music, you wondered if he really had been a knight his whole life or if he had some secret life as a troubadour before coming to your palace all those years ago. 

You looked over to Steve when the two of you passed nearby and the smirk on his lips and the tip of his head told you this was planned all along. You smiled back, nodding your head in a slight bow as a thank you before turning your attention back to your so-called "stranger." 

"I don't believe I've had the honor of learning your name," You started, deciding to play along with his little charade. "Care to introduce yourself?" 

He beamed under your teasing gaze, spinning you away from him before pulling you right back.

"Buchanan," He muttered his middle name as he moved you through the sea of other dancers. 

"Buchanan, hm?" You grinned up at him with a raised brow, "I don't think I've heard of you before Buchanan." 

"Well isn't that a shame," His hand slid a little lower down your back as he guided you through another spin before pulling you back, flush to his chest. 

"Indeed," Your breath hitched at the closeness of his lips, mere inches from yours. 

"Would you like to take a walk, your grace?" His hand squoze yours as you nodded. 

"I would." 

~

"When did you plan this?" You asked in between your lips kissing his. 

You'd led him down a secluded hall, Steve standing at the entrance to keep anyone from entering. You told him to tell anyone who asked that you were handling some royal duties with someone from your court and were not to be disturbed. You'd undone your masks and they sat together on the stone windowsill next to you. 

"That's a secret," He spoke into the skin of your neck, his hands pulling you in by your waist. 

"I'm your queen, you aren't supposed to keep secrets from me," You weakly argued, trying not to get too lost in his touch, just in case someone snuck past Steve.  

"But wasn't the surprise lovely?" He asked before pulling away to look at you, his hand coming up to brush against your cheek before cupping it. 

Your brow raised at him as you leaned into his touch, pretending to have to think about it. "Hm," You bit your lip as you stared up at him, "I suppose it was, yes. But I did not show everyone my mask before we arrived, how did you know what color to choose?" 

"I may have had some assistance from Lady Yelena." Of course she would help him, you thought to yourself as you giggled. 

He grinned a cocky one at you and you were quick to remind him how you could get into trouble if he were caught. 

"Ah, but you are the queen, are you not? You get to make the rules." 

"Now, Buchanan," You tried to scold him, but it came out more as a laugh than anything, "You know that's not how it works." 

"Ah, but it should be," He smiled leaning down to capture your lips once more, "because then I could do this," He reached down, squeezing your rear and earning a squeak from you as he backed you into the pillar, "whenever, and wherever, I wanted." 

Looking up at him through your lashes, you couldn't help but giggle at his antics. It took some time to get him to be comfortable with you like this - to feel like he could do something like this - sneak into a royal ball as a guest and dance you silly. 

You welcomed the warmth that flooded your chest as his lips met yours again, his tongue sliding against yours. His words echoed in your head as his hands began to ruffle up the skirts of your dress. 

You're the queen, you get to make the rules. 

He chuckled as your skirts fell from his grasp. "These are much too heavy and there are too many layers for you to be comfortable, your grace." 

"Pain is beauty, my knight," You leaned up, pressing your lips to his cheek as he mumbled about how he just wanted to feel you before you had to leave the privacy of the hall. 

"Maybe if you behave the next couple days while I entertain Lord Stark," You started, pulling back to look him in the eyes, "I'll let you have your way with me in the carriage on the way home." 

He grinned at you, "Really?" 

You nodded as his earlier words rang through your head once again. 

He was right. You're the queen, you make the rules. 

He helped you tie your mask back on, and he turned, kneeling to let you assist him the same way. Your hands settled on his shoulders once it was tied, and as you placed a kiss upon the top of his head, you made up your mind. There would need to be a conversation before any changes were made, but you hoped he agreed with you. 

You didn't want to hide your lover anymore. 

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Bucky Fic- Bucky is always having nightmares and panic attacks during the night, he would always go to steve or natasha for help but one night when steve and nat are on a mission, Bucky starts rambling around the command trying to calm himself down he stumbles across the reader in the living room, watching tv, you start helping bucky with his nightmares and he slowly starts coming to you more than steve. and one night he comes out to the reader to tell her that he had a dream, the reader is really excited and happy for bucky until he tell her that it was a sex dream and that he was falling for her and then it gets steamy

you can take it from there lol (obvs smutty) lol

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Dream Fall

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,625

Summary: Bucky has nightmares pretty regularly and it's hard to sleep so when he finds out that you sometimes have trouble sleeping too it works out in everyone's favor.

Author's Note: Thank you bunches love for this sweet and sexy request! 💕I love the idea of Bucky spending time with the reader and it helping him relax and of course he has to act on his dream...hope you enjoy! Have a lovely night! HUGS! This is also for my lovely friend Suz @musingsinmoonlight and her Any Way You Want It Writing Challenge in celebration of 1k followers! 💕Congratulations my sweet, so deserved and a million more! Love you! My prompt was: "The door's always open, you know that." Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my love @firefly-graphics thank you sweets!🥰

Warnings: a tiny tinge of angst, lots of fun and fluff, teasing, flirting, tension and smut; fingering (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

“Can’t sleep either?”

You scream and throw your cookie straight at the assailants head before diving onto the floor. Your ass is in the air and your face is buried in the pillow that fell with you. A light poke to your butt cheek makes you scream again, this time most of the sound muffled by the pillow.

“This is a really good cookie.”

“Wha…” you say as you slowly lift your head and peek through your fingers. “Bucky?”

“Hey doll,” he murmurs sheepishly. “Sorry if I scared ya.”

“You caught that?” you ask, your shock evident.

“Yea,” Bucky scoffs. “Easily.”

“Of course,” you deadpan with a roll of your eyes before they widen with disbelief.

“Did you eat my cookie?”

He quickly wipes at his mouth and sticks his hands in the pockets of his sweats.

“Um. Maybe?”

“You ate my cookie!” you screech. “First you scare the living daylights out of me then you EAT MY COOKIE!”

He dips his head and mumbles a quiet, “sorry.”

You exhale and fall back onto the couch, looking up at his tired eyes and slumped shoulders. You immediately feel bad.

“It’s ok, don’t worry Buck,” you tell him, patting the spot next to you. “So why are you up?” you ask.

“These nightmares keep waking me up and I can’t fall back to sleep after.”

His confession makes you soften even more and you lay a gentle hand over his.

“I’m sorry. And I didn’t mean to yell. You can have as many cookies as you want.”

“You have more?” he asks with a hopeful smile.

You nod with a grin and jog back to the kitchen to grab the plate.

“Want a drink?” you ask.

“Got milk?”

“Yep!” you answer, popping the p.

You return with a stacked plate of cookies and a large glass of milk.

“Thanks doll,” he says before shoving a whole cookie into his mouth. “Pheese arr rlly gud.”

“What?” you giggle.

“These,” he starts again, swallowing. “Are really good.”

“Thanks, I made them.”

“Really?”

“Don’t act so surprised Barnes. I love to bake.”

He takes another cookie and dips this one in milk, humming happily when he bites the soft cookie.

“Well, you’re really good at it,” he mumbles through another mouthful.

You smile and lean forward, wiping some crumbs from his lip.

He clears his throat before his tongue darts out to lick the spot you just touched.

“So, why are you up?” he asks, feeling his cheeks heat.

“Some nights I just can’t fall asleep you know. My brain is just like...” and you make these crazy and wild motions with your hands flying around your head. “So, I bake.”

“I understand that” he sighs.

“I was just going to watch some Chopped if you want to stay,” you tell him as you settle against the cushions.

He leans back, his shoulder bumping yours. “I’d love to doll.”

The next morning you wake up with a long stretch and a deep exhale, feeling more rested that usual. You look around and realize you’re back in your bed.

After washing up and changing you walk into the common room and find Bucky hunched over his coffee cup.

“Hey,” you say softly.

His face brightens the moment he looks up and sees you. “Heya doll. How did ya sleep?”

“I actually feel like I got a decent amount,” you smile. “But I don’t remember how I got back to my room and in bed.”

He audibly swallows and gives you a boyish smirk. “Well, uh, you sorta fell asleep while we were watching the show and I didn’t want to leave you on the couch so…”

“Thank you Bucky. I appreciate it,” you whisper and kiss the corner of his mouth.

His eyes are soft and his lashes flutter against his cheeks when you pull away.

“Anytime doll. And I wanna thank you for hanging out with me and sharing your cookies last night. Really helped me relax.”

“Happy to and if I’m not out here just come find me, I’m usually up.”

He starts to shake his head. “Nah, I can’t be bothering you all the time doll.”

“Bucky,” you chide and curl your fingers around his, “you’re not bothering me. The door’s always open, you know that.”

With a small nod he squeezes your hand and says a quiet, “thanks.”

The next few nights pass in the same fashion. You’re up watching tv after baking and he shows up to stay with you. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you don’t but always your bodies are pressed together on the couch as you sit, shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee.

However, the next night goes a bit different when he wakes up earlier than usual and finds you getting ready to bake.

He walks into the kitchen looking disheveled and tired with his hair mussed and his shirt clinging to slightly sweaty skin.

“Hey,” you say quietly as you put down your whisk and take a step closer.

His chin dips and his chocolate brown locks fall in front of his face. You lift a tentative hand and brush them away, inwardly sighing when you notice they are still wet with sweat. Your thumb swipes across his jaw and you lift his eyes to yours.

“I’m making a new recipe. Want to help?”

“Yea doll. That would be great.”

The relief in his yes puts you at ease and you take his hand, leading him to the counter. You don’t ask him any questions, hoping if he wants to talk he knows you’re ready to listen. You’re just hoping to keep his mind occupied on something else.

“Ok, first…you need an apron!”

You shuffle through the aprons Tony has stashed in the bottom drawer and pull out one that says: ‘I have no idea what I’m doing.’

“Here you go,” you say, holding it out for him.

He takes it and starts to lift it over his head but you stop him.

“Wait Buck. You’re a little…just…come here.”

He steps closer to you and you gently smooth out his tee shirt and straighten the fabric over his shoulders then brush the stray strands of hair from his face.

His eyes follow your every move and you love the way his body feels under your fingertips. You pull your hair tie off your wrist and move behind him.

“Um, can you bend down a little. I can’t reach,” you giggle.

He does as you ask and you comb your fingers through his hair before securing it in a low bun at the base of his neck. Taking the apron from his hands you put it over his head and tie the back of it in a bow.

“There we go! Now you’re ready to bake!”

When he reads the front of the apron he lets out a real laugh, his nose scrunched up and his eyes crinkled.

“It’s fitting,” he says with a smile and a shrug.

“You look so cute,” you hum but turn away before you see his cheeks turn pink.

He quickly tries to recover and focus on your instructions. Within no time you have the butter and sugar creamed and you’re working on the dry ingredients for your new brownie recipe.

“These already look so good,” he says as he whisks the dry ingredients together.

“I know I can’t wait to taste them!” you agree.

He gets a little too enthusiastic while whisking and proceeds to send a cloud of flour out of the bowl and onto his apron. You point and laugh but it quickly dies away when he takes some flour from the bag and chucks it at your face.

“BUCKY!” you screech!

You try to reach over him to get your own handful but he easily stops you, pinning your wrists together.

“I don’t think so doll face.”

You huff and stomp your foot. “Fine. But you better watch your back Barnes!”

He pulls you into his chest and leans down close to your ear. “Is that a threat doll?”

“Maybe,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Ok then. Two can play at this game,” he answers before releasing you.

You both manage to behave until the brownies are in the oven and it’s time for cleanup. You can’t help but sneak a look at him as he washes the dishes, his shoulders much less tense than before and his eyes bright.

He feels your gaze and looks up to catch you staring.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you reply and go back to wiping the countertop.

Without warning a spray of cold water hits you in the side, soaking your shirt and making you scream. You drop the cloth and pin him with a murder glare. You pick up the clean whisk and run at him but he easily grabs you around the waist and spins you so your back is to his chest and your arms are crossed in front of you.

“Never gonna happen doll,” he teases.

“UGH! This is so unfair!” you whine.

He laughs and dances his fingers down your sides, his glee plentiful when he realizes how ticklish you are.

“Oh, this is too easy,” he cheers over the sound of your hysterical laughter.

When you get to the point where you can barely breathe or stand he finally stops but still holds you in his arms.

“You ok doll face?” he asks, leaning his head on your shoulder.

You try to elbow him but to no avail and he just laughs more.

“I’m FINE!” you huff. “But I shouldn’t share any brownies with you!”

“AW! You have to! I helped ya make ‘em!” he exclaims.

He loosens his grip and you spin in his arms, holding up the whisk.

“You still have that?” he laughs.

“Yea, I was hoping to bop you at least once,” you explain as you try to hit him with it.

He closes his metal fingers around your wrist, effectively stopping any chance you have. With a quick tug he pulls you closer, his face only inches from yours.

“Looks like I win,” he simpers.

You tremble in his arms, your mouth opening with a retort but when his eyes drop to your lips you run your tongue along the outline instead and he dips his head.

“Bucky…” you breathe out.

The timer for the brownies goes off and you jump.

“Shit,” he mutters, reluctantly letting go of you.

You take the brownies out and frantically fan them with the oven mitt, rambling on about how they should be cool enough to try in a few minutes.

“Want some milk?” Bucky asks when he walks to the fridge.

Once the brownies are cool and you each have one and a glass of milk you count to three and take a bite. Your simultaneous moans have you both laughing through the delicious mouthful.

“Wow,” Bucky finally says, his eyes still closed as he savors the bite.

“You said it,” you hum, licking the crumbs from your lips.

He opens his eyes in time to catch the action and his gaze stays locked on your mouth.

“You’ve got a little something…” he says softly, as he leans in, brushing his thumb across your lips.

Before you can consider your reaction you pull his thumb between your lips and lick it clean. He sucks in a breath and his eyes darken.

“Doll…” he murmurs, dropping his hand to your cheek.

“WHY THE HELL DOES IT SMELL LIKE BROWNIES AT 2am?”

Sam’s loud voice slices through the moment and you and Bucky quickly move away from each other. Sam looks between the two of you, his eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement. He slides over to the kitchen island and slips his hand into the plate of brownies, grabbing two before backing up with an ever-growing grin. Without a word he disappears down the hallway.

“Fucking Wilson,” Bucky mutters.

The next night it’s Bucky you find in the kitchen baking. You shuffle in, your old, oversized tee shirt hanging off your shoulder and your pink lace panties visible through the thin fabric.

The moment you round the corner his eyes are on you, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin.

“Hey,” he swallows.

“Hi Buck,” you answer softly, wringing your shirt between your hands. “Are you baking without me?”

“You really are a dream come true,” he whispers.

Your eyebrows draw together and you tilt your head.

“What?” you ask, taking a step closer to him.

“My dream…” he murmurs. “You were in my dream.”

“Was it a good dream?” you ask, excitedly.

“It was the best dream I’ve ever had,” he answers, putting down the spatula.

“That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you!” you sing.

He turns toward you and moves into your space, crowding your against the counter.

“Thanks,” he says, lightly grazing his fingers down your arm.

You try to keep your body from responding but his touch sends a shiver down your spine.

“How come you’re awake then?” you ask through a shaky breath.

“Well, it was such a good dream that when I woke up I couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

He tilts his head and lightly skims his lips over your temple.

“Oh,” is all you manage to say.

“Don’t ya wanna know what it was about baby doll?”

He pulls back to look at you and you nod, trying to concentrate on the words falling from his lips rather than his hard body pressed to yours.

“Well, it all started kinda like this. We were up in the middle of the night and we were baking something. I don’t even remember what it was.”

“Uh huh,” you say, digging your teeth into your bottom lip.

“But you weren’t wearing this,” he smirks, rubbing your thin tee shirt between his fingertips. “You were wearing my Henley and…”

His hand dips lower and he lifts the hem of your shirt, stopping long enough to make sure there is no apprehension in your eyes.

“Bucky please,” you whimper, giving him all he needs.

With teasing movements, he lifts the shirt high enough to reveal your pink panties.

“You definitely weren’t wearing these,” he croons.

“What was I…”

“Nothing,” he interrupts as he hooks his finger into the lace at your hip.

“Then what happened?” you ask him, digging your fingers into his shoulders.

“Then…” he starts, dipping his head close enough to gently run his nose along your skin.

His lips press to yours and he coaxes the softest sounds from the back of your throat before deepening the kiss and swallowing your moans. Long and nimble fingers tease the edge of your panties before slipping lower.

With a hiss against your lips, he slides his fingers through the wetness between your legs, parting your folds and rubbing your clit in slow circles.

Your back arches and you press yourself into him, letting your legs fall open. His metal hand cradles the back of your neck and he angles your head back, exposing the delicate column and kissing along the length of it.

“And then?” you gasp, feeling the light press of his finger.

He hums against your skin as his lips move across your jaw and he sets his heated gaze on yours. He slowly pushes one finger inside you, letting his eyes close just long enough to savor the feel before he opens them again and pushes a second one in.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to show you everything I did.”

You clench around his fingers, rocking your hips onto his hand in a desperate plea for more.

“Oh fuck, baby doll, you feel better than anything I could ever dream of.”

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That’s My Girl

Summary: You want nothing more than to go on missions, but being sidelined leads to disastrous consequences.

Word Count: 5810

Warnings: swearing, torture, injuries, whump, whump, whump

Content: This is another Bucky x reader whump fic. Some angst, some fluff if you look hard enough. Use of Y/N.

Please don’t claim my work as your own. Enjoy!

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You stiffened in your seat, your body becoming tense with anger. So, this is why they called you into a last-minute meeting.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You shifted your gaze from the table up to where Steve and Tony were standing. You suddenly felt like a child that had been sent to the principal’s office. You were being punished. You stared at them awkwardly, almost waiting for them to break and tell you this was just a joke. But the silence continued.

Steve averted his eyes first. “Y/N, you’re still healing.  We don’t think it’s safe for you to be--.”

“The doctor cleared me for active-duty last week, Steve!” You almost felt bad for yelling, but this was completely unfair.

“I know, but we can’t ri--.”

“No, Steve! I’m going on this mission!” You said decisively, even though you knew you were losing the argument.

“I’m sorry, kid.” Tony chimed in. “But you’re benched for now. Wanda and Clint are handling this one.”

You opened your mouth to press your case, but quickly closed it. There was no changing their minds, especially Tony’s. You pushed your chair back from the table with both hands and stood abruptly.

You took a deep breath to compose yourself, wiping all emotion from your face and voice. “Fine.” You gave them each one last look before turning and walking quickly out of the meeting room.

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You made your way back to your room and slammed the door shut. You can't believe they're doing this to you. You were dressed in your tactical gear, literally about to leave for the mission and then they pull this shit. You changed out of your tac suit and into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. They may be able to stop you from going on missions, but they can’t stop you from training.  You heard a gentle knock on your door. Trying to pull on your sneakers, you hobbled over to the door and opened it, surprised to see Bucky standing there, leaning against the frame with one arm. He brought his gaze from the floor and a gentle, lopsided grin appeared on his face as his eyes met yours.

“Hey…” He entered the room, eyes taking in your appearance.

“Hey. Since when do you knock?” You replied, defeat becoming apparent in your voice.

He shrugged. “How did the meeting go?”

“They’re fucking ‘benching’ me.” You were trying hard to keep your emotions in check.

“For how long?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know. They didn’t say.” You said, starting to feel completely dejected.

Bucky stepped closer to you, brushing a few lose strands of hair out of your face. “Maybe it’s for the best. It has only been 6 weeks. This gives you a little more time to heal.”

“Bucky! I’m fine! The doctor cleared me last week!”

“Y/N, sweetheart, you took a major hit to your head—”

“I know, Bucky, but I’m fine!”

“You were unconscious for 2 days!” Bucky threw his hands in the air for emphasis.

“I can’t believe you’re taking their side on this!” Your anger started bubbling to the surface.

“I’m not taking anyone’s side.” Bucky tried to bargain. “You’re not ready yet. Just a few days ago, you barely bumped your head while we were sparring and ended up with a migraine!”

You paused, staring at him in disbelief, finally understanding. “Oh my God. You’re the one who’s benching me,” you accused.

“Y/N….”

“You’re the one who told them I’m not ready! How could you do this?! You know how much this means to me—how hard it’s been sitting on the sidelines, mission after mission! Feeling completely useless!” You were screaming now, your anger forcing tears into your eyes.

“I know going on missions means a lot to you, but your health and safety are far more important. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you, especially because you went back into the field too soon. I love you. You mean everything to me.” Bucky reached out to take your hands in his, but you pulled away, backing away towards the door. You shook your head at him, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

“If that were true, you would believe me when I tell you that I’m fine. You would give me a chance to prove myself. You wouldn’t try to take this away from me.” You grabbed your coat and purse, turning back towards the door. You felt his hand grab your wrist as you reached for the doorknob. “Let me go, Bucky.” You demanded without looking at him.

“Where are you going?” He sighed, sounding exhausted.

“None of your damn business. Let me go.” You ripped your arm from his grasp, and he let you.

“Y/N, please don’t leave.”

You barely heard him as you slammed the door in his face.

It was getting colder, and the dry fall air nipped at the exposed skin of your face. You flipped up your collar and shoved your hands into the pockets of your coat. You had been wandering the streets of New York for a few hours now, fruitlessly trying to clear your head. Even though your anger had dimmed, you couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of your own worthlessness, and you couldn’t bring yourself to go back to the tower, to your home, and face Bucky.

As you continued to walk, you allowed your thoughts to take you to the past. Every once in a while, they liked to remind you of your insecurities; reopen old wounds and rub salt in them. It wasn’t like your parents ever abused you. You always had clean clothes and food on the table, but they weren’t the most supportive people on the planet. Nothing you ever did was good enough. It didn’t matter how hard you worked or how perfect your grades were in school; it would never be enough to earn a simple ‘good job’ and certainly not a ‘we’re proud of you’. But there were occasions when you would forget to do the dishes or sweep the floors before they got home from work, and they would call you ‘worthless’ and ‘good for nothing’. They were simple words and if they came from anyone other than your parents, you would simply let them roll off your back. But you were born and raised with the mindset of pleasing them. As you grew up and moved away from them to go to college, you slowly learned how to place value in yourself and not at the hands of others. But sometimes, no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, you couldn’t help feeling like you weren’t good enough. Worthless.

You couldn’t help feeling that same worthlessness for the past 6 weeks following your injury. You were very fortunate not to have any lasting neurological damage after taking a significant blow to the back of your head. You barely remember what happened, but apparently you were outnumbered in your section of the base and Bucky couldn’t get to you in time. You became overwhelmed in the fight, and a random HYDRA thug got the upper hand and threw you off your feet, forcing your head to collide with a cinder block.  The story is barely glorious, and the goon wasn’t even a super-soldier. When Bucky recounted the events for you, you remember thinking: if you were going to almost meet your untimely demise, you would at least want a cooler story to go along with it. He wasn’t amused.

As your thoughts circled back to Bucky, you felt anger again, and something else you now identified as betrayal. It was terrible knowing that Steve and Tony didn’t trust you to go on missions anymore, but even worse was that Bucky didn’t either. He didn’t think you were capable after the events of the last mission. How are you supposed to get past this? This is your job, your life. If you can’t do this, then what good are you for anything? You pulled out your phone to find 6 missed calls and 5 text messages, all from Bucky. Choosing to ignore them, you texted your friend instead. She had always offered her apartment to you if you needed it and she often traveled for work. This seemed like a perfect opportunity to take her up on her offer.

It was only 6:30pm, but it was already dark outside when you slid the spare key into the lock of your friend’s apartment. You were greeted with silence and the soft glow of city lights peeking through the curtains. For the first time that evening, you felt like you could take a deep breath.  You helped yourself to a glass of wine (or two) and settled in front of the TV, searching for the first thing you could find that would sufficiently keep your mind off of things.

It wasn’t quite 7:30pm when you heard an urgent knock at the door. What in the actual fuck? Your friend lives alone and is hardly ever home. Who randomly shows up like that? (Except for you, of course) Being a paranoid person by nature and profession, you stealthily moved from the couch and approached the door. You didn’t have a sidearm due to your hasty and unplanned departure from the tower earlier. You mentally cursed at yourself but proceeded to look through the peephole. Steve?

A look of clear annoyance and partial disbelief washes over your face as you open the door.

“What are you doing here, Steve?”

“We have been looking for you for hours.” He almost seems apologetic but mostly relieved.

“We?” You shift your focus to peer behind him, seeing no one else.

“Bucky and me. He’s not here. He’s checking that bar across town you like to go to.”

“How did you even know to look here?” You said, crossing your arms without spilling your wine.

Steve looks guilty now. “Well…uh…SHIELD kept records of all your contacts….”

You were confused now and narrowed your eyes at him. “I never listed this friend or location as a contact…”

“Yeah….” Steve trailed off, scratching his head, hoping you would connect the dots and he wouldn’t have to say it.

“Jesus Christ. So, what? They have agents tracking agents now? Why the fuck—how do—” You were at a loss for words and wanted nothing more than to end this conversation quickly and get back to your solitude.

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry about earlier, but Bucky has a point. If you’re still having headaches, you should see the doctor again. It would be in your best interest if—”

“It would be in my best interest,” you began, gritting your teeth, “if you left. Tell Bucky you found me and I’m fine. Both of you can go home.”

He sighed in defeat. “Okay. Okay. Just…be safe. He just worries about you, you know; we all do. And I can’t guarantee that he won’t show up here.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile.

You moved to close the door. “Good night, Steve.”

Approximately 45 minutes later, just when you thought you were in the clear, you hear another knock on the door. This time, it was gentler. Bucky. You rise from the couch, wine glass in hand, foregoing the stealth and paranoia you employed earlier. You fling the door open, fully prepared to tell Bucky off, but you can’t. He isn’t here. Instead, you’re met with a fist flying towards your face. It happened so fast; you didn’t have time to react.

The fist angrily makes contact with your mouth, splitting your bottom lip and knocking you to the ground several feet back. The wine glass shatters on the floor, splattering its contents. You’re stunned and can’t seem to make yourself move. It feels like your mind is running in slow motion and you can’t keep up with the events happening around you. Your vision catches a large, dark figure moving towards you and, suddenly, you’re back up to speed. You spit out the blood that was pooling in your mouth and wiped your chin with the back of your hand. Glaring at the figure approaching you, you prepare to defend yourself this time. You pull up your knee, priming yourself to deliver a kick, when you feel someone else grab a fistful of your hair from behind you. What the fuck? How did I miss a second attacker? You’re jerked up by your hair until you’re barely on your feet before feeling your body being hurled across the room, your abdomen slamming into the corner of a coffee table. The pain exploding from your mid-section is making it harder for you to right yourself. You barely have time to wonder who the hell these guys are and what the hell they want before you feel the familiar sting of that fist in your hair, once again pulling you to your feet. This time he brings your face close to his. His hot breath invades your nostrils, almost making you gag. It only gets worse when he speaks.

“Fucking Avenger? My ass. This is too fucking easy.”

So, you were targeted. That was your last thought before your face struck the wall and everything went dark.

 It was 9:30pm. Bucky had debated going to the apartment to see you. He knew where you were and that you were safe. He kept telling himself that you just needed some time to calm down. But he hated not having you there with him, especially when you were upset. His resolve broke and he needed to see you.

As he approached the door to the apartment, he noticed it wasn’t completely closed, leaving a few millimeters of space before it would have clicked shut.

“Y/N?” he asked cautiously before slowly pushing the door open and peering inside.

It was dark, but the TV was still on. He stepped forward and froze when something crunched beneath his boot. Panic rose in his chest when he saw the broken remnants of your wine glass. Crouching down, his eyes scanned the floor until they landed on something much more terrifying. Blood.

“Y/N?” he tried again, praying you would answer. When you didn’t, he leapt to his feet and began frantically searching the apartment for you. You weren’t there. The only indication you were actually there was your purse and your cell phone untouched on the couch. Fuck. FUCK! His thoughts were racing. What happened? Where were you? This couldn’t have been a robbery gone wrong because everything else is untouched, including your purse and phone. You must have been a target, but for whom? And why? Who else could have possibly known you would be there? Bucky whips his head towards the kitchen when he hears paper rustling. A breeze. The window is open, and, in his panic, he hadn’t noticed. As he cautiously approached the window, he cringes as he sees more blood smeared on the windowsill. Bucky swallows hard, pushing down the bile that had risen in his throat. Suddenly, his phone rings, startling him.

“Steve…she’s gone.”

“I know. Buck…you need to get back to the tower. Now.”

“What?” How could he possibly—

“There’s something you need to see.”

 Bucky felt sick. Again. Tony pulled up a holographic view of the video, showing you in an empty room made of concrete. You sat in a chair with your hands tied behind your back. Your hair, messy and damp, hung down in front, obscuring your face. As the video played, everyone was silent. They didn’t know what to say. They couldn’t even tell if you were alive. But you had to be, right? They wouldn’t have sent a video if you weren’t. They wanted something.

Steve broke the silence. “So, what do they want? Is there anything else to the message?”

“No, that’s it. Just this video. No demands. Nothing.” Tony said, nervously tapped his fingers on the table.

“We have to find her.” Bucky finally spoke. He sounded distant, detached. His knuckles were white from clenching his fists. “Tony, can you check footage from traffic cams? Local businesses?”

“I already have FRIDAY on it,” he replied. And as if she were responding to a cue, she alerted them to her findings.

“Boss, I believe I may have found Miss Y/L/N’s location.”

They all rushed to the location FRIDAY had indicated, but you weren’t there.

 The first thing you noticed was the sound of water dripping. The steady rhythm was soothing, almost enough to lull you back to sleep, but the cold biting at your bare feet brought you all the way back to consciousness. Your eyelids were heavy as you tried to look around the unfamiliar surroundings. It was dark, but you could tell the walls were concrete and the air smelled damp and musty. It reminded you of an old dirt basement. What the hell? You struggled to remember what happened. Your head was pounding, and you couldn’t think straight, couldn’t remember…anything about how you got here. There was a metallic taste in your mouth, and you squeezed your eyes shut, fighting off a sudden swell of nausea.

The sound of footsteps brought your attention to your right. A sudden bright light assaulted your eyes, your head feeling like it was splitting open. Shadows violently danced around the room as a single light bulb was switched on, swinging back and forth over your head. It was too much. You twisted your body, fighting against the restraints that held you to the chair, and emptied the contents of your stomach onto the floor.

“It’s nice to see you’re awake, Y/N.” The foreign voice echoed in the empty room.

Your chest heaved as you tried to recover your dignity. You now noticed the pair of boots standing next to you and wondered how long they had been there. “Who the fuck are you?”

“My name isn’t important. We are one. We are everywhere. Cut off one—”

“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard this before and I don’t care. What the fuck do you want?”

Then you heard a noise cut through the air and you knew exactly what it was: the static crackling of electricity from a stun gun. Fuck. Oh fuck. You tried to maintain your bravado, but your stomach squirmed in anticipation of the pain to come.

You forced yourself to relax your facial expression. “Torture? That’s it? That’s your game plan? Because I’m going to be honest with you, it’s been done before and if you think—”

“I WANT YOU TO SUFFER! Every. Single. One of you. They’re going to watch you die. And after they’ve buried you, I’ll move on to the next. One by one until all the Avengers are dead.”

You fought back a chill and then heard a click. Turning your head, you saw a blinking red light in the corner. How long have those bastards been recording you? The door opened and three burly men entered, encompassing you, awaiting the signal to begin.

You shut your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. You were no stranger to pain. This wasn’t even the first time you’ve been tortured. You can handle this. They will find you. You can handle this. You can handle this. You can ha—

Your mantra was interrupted by a sudden burning pain in your stomach as the stun gun was jammed into your ribs. It stole your breath away as your body convulsed. It stopped only long enough for you to take a breath before it started again. This time lasting longer. Your stomach lurched at the smell of your flesh burning.  They shocked you repeatedly; you lost count how many times. The burning pain became unbearable. You could barely catch your breath and dark spots began to coat your vision like splotches of ink until they overcame you completely and the pain faded into the background.

You awoke again some time later. You couldn’t tell if it was night or day. If it had been hours or days or weeks. You honestly didn’t know. What you did know is that you were cold and tired and in pain. Why weren’t they coming for you? Did they even know you were missing? Why would they? You told them to leave you alone and now look where you are. The flashing red light in the corner caught your attention again. Could they see you now? Or would they only know what happened after they had already killed you?  Your reverie was broken by the sounds of whispers just outside the door. A shiver ran up your spine and you braced yourself as best you could when the door swung open.

The onslaught began quickly this time, with no words being exchanged. The first blow landed on your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. More blows landed on your arms, thighs, and face. Your head hung weakly. You could barely comprehend the pain and yet it was all you knew. This was different from any other torture you’ve ever endured. They didn’t want information. They didn’t want anything other than pain and suffering and death. You felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness again; you welcomed the reprieve, but suddenly there was a new pain. The sharp pain of a knife sliding under your ribs, and it made you gasp. You wanted to scream but you couldn’t. No sound would come out as you opened your mouth, the pain stole the air from your lungs.

When they felt they had sufficiently beat you into a weakened enough state, they cut the ties that bound you to the chair and you hit the ground with a sickening thud. Your hands immediately found their way to the stab wound that was already trickling blood into your shirt. You pulled your knees closer to your chest in an attempt to relieve the pain and laid your head back against the cold, hard floor. Your vision swam as you looked in the direction of your attackers. You were barely holding on as it was when you saw a large boot appear in your vision. The kicked landed on the side of your head and you were out before you even realized what had happened.

 “This doesn’t make any sense. They should have given us demands or something by now. Anything!” Steve slammed his fist onto the table. It’s been 48 hours since you were taken.

“We reviewed the traffic cam footage and flagged the vehicle we think she was taken in. FRIDAY has been scanning everything in real time. When she gets a hit, she’ll let us know,” Tony offered.

Bucky didn’t say a word as he sat leaning forward in his chair, his head in his hands. He couldn’t help but assume the worst. He knew why there weren’t any demands. They already had what they wanted. He fucked up. He never should have let you leave the tower. Hell, you would have been better off going on that mission.  

Without warning, the various screens littered around the tower flickered to life. All of them playing the same video: you, being burned and beaten. Tears gathered in Bucky’s eyes. He couldn’t stand to watch you suffer, yet he couldn’t look away. You’re still alive.

Tony didn’t miss a beat. “FRIDAY, find the source, now!”

“I’ve got it, boss. It’s coming from an abandoned business warehouse, 6 blocks from here.”

Bucky shot up from his seat with renewed hope. They weren’t able to trace the last video. Someone made a mistake. This must be it. He spared one last glance at the screen; at you, strapped to the same chair as 2 days before. He rushed out of the tower with Steve at his heels.

Bucky and Steve quietly approached the back entrance, finding a steel door with a padlock. Steve broke the lock with his shield. They’re not sure what they expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. There was nothing. It was a large empty room. It wasn’t even concrete as the video had depicted. Bucky’s heart sank. It was another dead end.

“No. No no no. She has to be here,” Bucky pleaded, his eyes desperately searching the room.

“Buck….I’m sorry.” Steve put his finger to the comm in his ear. “Tony..there’s nothing here. It’s empty.”

Keep looking. We’re still getting a signal from that location. There has to be something there.

Bucky and Steve exchanged glances before surveying the area, looking for anything out of the ordinary. They were about to give up and head back to the tower when Steve took a step that sounded unusual, hollow. He kneeled down and gently tapped the floor with his knuckles. His eyes widened.

“Psstt. Buck- c’mere,” he whispered.

They were both kneeling now to examine the floor, finding a section of musty carpet that was ruffled up in one corner. They pulled back the entire section to reveal a wooden latched door with a sliver of light leaking through the cracks.

“Tony- we found something. Have medical on standby,” Steve ordered.

Already done. Keep me posted.

Bucky was breathing fast. He wanted nothing more than to rush down there, to find you and kill anyone who stood in his path. With a pointed look, Steve grounded him, and they lifted the door. They silently dropped to the floor below, taking in the cold, damp concrete and dank odor one would expect from a moldy basement. You had to be close. He prayed he wasn’t too late.

Everything happened very quickly. They were rushed by half a dozen men armed with assault rifles but even then, the guards didn’t stand a chance against the two pissed off and determined super-soldiers. With every enemy lying on the floor, Steve ordered Bucky to find you while he searched the rest of the basement.

It was a few minutes later that Bucky came across the room you were held in. With one swift motion, he kicked down the locked door. He scanned the room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he spotted your form, eerily still, lying in the center of the room. He reached up and pulled the light on overhead, letting it swing as he dropped down next to you.

“Y/N? Come on, doll.” he reached down to rub his thumb across your lip where blood had dried and caked. You were cold. “Shit. Shit!” He gently moved you onto your back and this is when he saw the blood soaking into your shirt and leaving a puddle beneath you. His breath caught in his throat. With shaking hands, he put his fingers to the pulse point on your neck. When he felt a weak pulse, barely registering on his fingertips, he leaned down and held his ear close to your mouth. A soft whisper of a breath escaped your lips.

Bucky heard Steve’s footsteps approaching, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He lifted your shirt to reveal the source of your bleeding. He pressed firmly down on the stab wound, but you didn’t even flinch. He recognized how concerning this was, how the pain from this alone should have elicited some kind of response from you, but you remained just as still as before.

“Oh God.” Steve knew you would be in bad shape, but he didn’t want to believe it would be this bad. You were so pale and still, like you were already gone. “Tony! We found her! We need EMS now!”

Already on the way, Cap. ETA 2 minutes.

Bucky scooped you up in his arms and they made their way to the surface, exiting the building to the waiting paramedics and helicopter.

 Bucky held your hand as they loaded you into the chopper and flew you to the trauma center. He heard voices around him but remained focused on you.

Looks like it missed any major vessels.

Multiple contusions across the abdomen and…these look like burns…

She’s bradycardic; give her a milligram of atropine.

Her pupils are sluggish…Prep for CT.

Sir, does she have any significant medical history?

Sir?

Bucky snapped out of his daze. “Uhh…she had a head injury…. a couple months ago. But she was cleared.”

Bucky was guided to the waiting room while the trauma team worked on you. You still hadn’t regained consciousness.

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Hours had passed in the waiting room. Eventually, Bucky was joined by Steve.

“Heard anything yet?”

“No.”

A few moments passed before Steve spoke again. “It was an ex-SHIELD operative.”

“What?” Bucky turned his head to look at Steve.

“A couple of years ago, a mission went south. All the agents were killed. Except one, they never found the body. Turns out, he was captured and tortured by HYDRA.”

“I never heard about this.”

“I didn’t either. SHIELD must have swept it under the rug.”

“Why her?” Bucky’s voice shook with anger, his eyes red and glassy.

“Apparently, before he was captured, he sent a distress signal, but help never came. He adopted HYDRA’s ways with the intent of getting revenge on SHIELD, on us. He blames the Avengers for the deaths of his team.”

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut. “Where is he now?”

“In SHIELD’s custody.”

“Steve- WHERE is he?”

“Buck….you don’t want to do this.” Steve tried to reason with his friend.

Just then, they were approached by a physician.

“She’s stable. There was internal damage, but we were able to repair it.”

Bucky let out a shuddered sigh of relief.

“However,” the physician continued, “it appears she suffered a traumatic brain injury.”

Bucky’s eyes widened. He knew. Yet, hearing it out loud hit him even harder. “What- what does that mean?” He could feel Steve’s hand rest on his shoulder.

“We’re not sure yet. We’re still waiting for her to wake up.”

“How long will that take?” Desperation lingered in Bucky’s voice.

“We don’t know. We’re not sure if she will wake up. I’m sorry.” The doctor provided an apologetic smile and walked away.

Bucky collapsed back into the chair.

“Buck. I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have let her leave the tower. I should have gone after her sooner. Fuck- I should have just let her go on that damn mission!”

“Don’t do that to yourself, man. This isn’t your fault.”  Steve tried to console him.

Bucky suddenly rose from his seat, pacing with panic. “I don’t know what to do, Steve. I don’t—” He finally broke down. His body trembled as tears streamed down his face.

“Let’s go see her.” Steve guided his friend to your room.

  Three weeks later and you were still in a coma. The doctors said if you weren’t awake by now, it was unlikely that you would ever wake up. But you were now breathing on your own. Your body had healed, and Bucky refused to give up on your mind. Another two weeks had passed, and Bucky still sat by your side, holding your hand. That evening, he sat by you, reading one of your favorite books to you when he heard you groan. He looked up at your face, seeing nothing had changed. He thought he had imagined it, but you did it again. He put the book down and brought his hand up to caress your face. Your eyes fluttered.

“Oh my God. Y/N? Can you hear me, baby?” He smiled for the first time in weeks.

You opened your eyes and blinked slowly several times, trying to focus.

“Y/N? Can you look at me, sweetheart?”

Your eyes immediately shifted to Bucky.

“That’s it, baby! Oh my God.” He was overwhelmed with joy. He laughed, actually laughed.

“Bucky?” Your voice was weak, words slurred. You hadn’t spoken in weeks.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay.”

The following day, you began physical therapy. It was exhausting, but you felt yourself getting stronger and making progress as the weeks passed.

Bucky never mentioned what happened and you never brought it up. He was so consumed with your recovery; you couldn’t find the right time to say anything about it. Until one day, your feelings just slipped out.

“I’m sorry,” you uttered, after a particularly difficult therapy session.

Bucky was genuinely confused. “For what, doll?”

“You were right. I wasn’t ready to go on missions. I’m sorry I got so mad at you. I never should have left that day.” Tears gathered in your eyes. “If I hadn’t been so damn stubborn, you wouldn’t have to waste your time with..with this!” You motioned at your weaker form.

Bucky kneeled down in front of you, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Sweetheart, no. This isn’t your fault. I should have talked to you about my concerns, instead of going over your head about it.”

“I just hate feeling worthless and look where I am. Steve will never let me go on another mission again.” You clenched your fists and shook your head, frustrated that you got yourself in this situation once more.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay. We’ll get through this. We always do.” Bucky embraced you, rubbing circles on your back.  “You’ll go on missions again. In fact, I think Steve is planning to personally accompany you on every single mission from here on out.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes. “Between you and Steve, I won’t have to lift a finger,” you teased.

“Nope,” Bucky grinned proudly.

Your playful smile quickly faded as cynical thoughts intruded on your pleasant moment. Now they really don’t trust me. Won’t even let me go on missions without them. But Bucky seemed to read your mind.

“Don’t worry, doll. You’ll be doing solo missions in no time. We know you’re more than capable.”

“Yeah?” you asked, with hopeful eyes.

“Of course! You kick more ass than the rest of us. But I am curious about one thing…” Bucky baited with a smirk.

“What’s that?” you asked cautiously.

“How the hell did those thugs get the jump on you?” Bucky asked, his expression incredulous.

You closed your eyes and sighed. “They knocked on the door,” you admitted as quietly as possible.

“They what?!” He was almost laughing.

“I thought it was you,” you said more loudly, almost accusingly. “I was going to tell you off.”

Bucky shook his head, a wide smile plastered on his face as he attempted to stifle more laughter. Seeing Bucky like this ignited a fire in you. You wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face, but the joy he was emanating overtook you. Two can play this game and you liked playing this game with Bucky.

“Don’t worry, Buck. Next time I think I’m opening a door to you, I’ll take the ‘punch first, tell you off later’ approach.” Your eat-shit grin was now wider than Bucky’s.

He burst out with laughter, and you joined him.

“That’s my girl.”

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AN: I love this pic so much. Brain did a thing.

No beta, so, sorry!!

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Military Reader

WC: No idea on word count as written on my phone.

CW: Just fluff with the suggestion of seggsy time at the end.

Lucky Bucky

Bucky wasn’t sure how he got so lucky. He’d be the first to admit he was in a bad place after Steve left. And in the beginning, he was horrible to Sam, who was hurting too, but also trying to be there for Bucky.

You’d made him see he was being a jerk- not frightened of the former Winter Soldier and what he could do, at least not enough to stop you from giving him a stern talking too.

He didn’t know you very well at that point, only having met you a handful of times, but after the dressing down you gave him, when you’d stood toe to toe with him, your head tilted back to glare right in his eyes, he’d made a note to find out more about you.

At first it was just respect, respect for someone who treated him like a person, without walking on eggshells in case he ‘relapsed’. You called him out on his bullshit without batting an eyelid. He respected the way you carried out your job in a non nonsense fashion, but then could cut loose as soon as the hard work was done. He respected your capabilities, the way you knew every person on your team, the names of their significant others, children and pets. Then came the memorial Gala.

Pepper had organised it, to remember Tony and Nat and Steve (who the world thought was dead, or at least on the moon) as well as all the other people who’d died fighting Thanos. He’d been standing with (and grumbling to) Sam and Joaquín when you walked in.

Bucky swore later to you, in the quiet privacy of his apartment, that it felt like the world stopped in that moment. He’d known, objectively, before that, that you were an attractive woman, but when you walked in, Navy blue dress, fancy hair do and tasteful gold jewellery, he knew it. His heart was beating so loudly he wondered if others could hear it.

You’d joined their group, complementing Sam, straightening Joaquín’s tie and greeting Bucky with a coy smile.

“Sargent.”

“Lieutenant.”

He’d inclined his head in a return greeting, trying to keep his cool, and decided to go to the bar and refresh all the drinks, just so he could get his head straightened out. When he’d turned back around only Joaquín was standing where he’d left you all; Sam had taken you out into the dance floor, whirling you around and making you laugh.

The tumbler in his left hand shattered, and as he’d battled the embarrassment and cleaned it all up, he berated himself for his reaction. You weren’t his to be so possessive over, Sam was a good guy and you’d never given him any indication you thought of him in any way other than a work colleague.

But then, later in the evening, you confused him further by accompanying Joaquín onto the dance floor, although from the looks of it you were the one leading. Heck, you’d even had a dance, if you could call the random stumbling that, with Peter, who’d blushed pink every time he accidentally caught sight of your cleavage, or brushed against your hip.

You were coming back from the rest rooms when he’d decided to take his chance. He’d sidled up to you as you crossed the ballroom and you’d linked your arm into the crook of his.

“Having a good time, Barnes?”

“Hey, we’ve known each other a while, you can call me Bucky if you want. And yes, I’m having a good time. Looks like you are too, but I bet I could make it better, doll. Let me have the next dance and I’ll show you what a real swinger can do.”

Your eyes went wide and then you clamped a hand over your mouth, a muffled laugh escaping. Bucky has looked at you in confusion; was his offer to partner you more laughable than Peter’s. His expression soured and he tried to extricate himself from you and the situation.

“You could just say no, no need to laugh in a guy’s face.”

But you’d clamped onto his arm, his left, and if he’d tried to pull away harder he’d have hurt you.

“No, no. I’m sorry,” you’d spluttered. “It’s not that at all, I’d actually love to dance with you. It just that… swinger has a different connotation nowadays.”

He’d looked down at you and raised his brow, questioningly, so you’d raised up on your toes and whispered in his ear. He still remembers the heat that flew to his cheeks. You’d not given him time to recover though, steering him towards the dance floor as the band starting playing something upbeat.

Now, considering he hadn’t danced like this in 70 years he was actually quite impressed by his own performance. It helped that he’d kept it simple, and that you were an intuitive dance partner. You’d laughed and smiled as he’d spun and twirled you around, and your eyes went wide when he dipped you at the end.

One dance became two, two became three and then, for the rest of the night, you barely strayed from each other’s sides. Glances were exchanged and small touches of hands (outside of the dancing) and Bucky worked up the bravery to ask if he could walk you to your suite at the end of the night. He hadn’t seen the smiles of Sam’s and Joaquín’s faces as you’d left together.

Buck was still slightly unsure, and nervous, and that evening had ended with him dropping an awkward kiss to your cheek and you tutting, shaking your head and grasping his suit jacket with both hands and planting a much more heated kiss to his startled lips. You’d pressed a piece of paper, with your personal cell number on it, into his hand before you’d said a breathy ‘goodnight’ and retreated into your room, leaving him standing there in shock.

That was two years ago, and as he yawned and opened his eyes after a good night’s sleep (Sleep! Something you were responsible for helping him achieve), he rolled over to look at your face, even more beautiful in the rays of morning light. He ran a knuckle over your cheek bone and smiled as he saw your eyes flutter.

“Rise and shine, Mrs Barnes”

You purred and nuzzled into his chest.

“I wonder how long until I get used to that?”

Bucky chuckled and looked at the clock.

“Probably a bit longer than 18 hours, doll. But I’m gonna call you it, every day, for the rest of our lives”

You pressed your body firmer against him, brushing a lick of his hair out of his eye.

“I like the sound of that, Mr Barnes. Now, as we’re technically on our honeymoon, I think there’s something else we’re supposed to be doing, other than talking.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth, doll.”

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Love You (BuckyBarnesxReader)

A/N: Here is the long awaiting part 2 to Missed You! There will be a part 3...much sooner than when this was posted....mainly because part 3 spoke to me much more than part 2 so I had to write that first before my brain would focus on part 2. 😅😆

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Bucky and Y/N have crossed the lines that they where fearful to take. Not with a plunge or with a leap but in slow steady strides they take in sync. Or do they? What happens when reactions from the outside question what's happening on the inside? 

Word Count: 2,687

Warnings: Where a helmet, please. Be safe. People in love. No smut but tune into part 3 😉

Love You

Y/N slowly blinked awake before rolling over reaching for her phone that was charging on the nightstand. Just as the phone screen lit up, she was pulled back by Bucky's strong arms. He kissed the back of her neck, where it met her shoulder.

"I don't want to know what time it is," his voice was deeper in the morning, more gravely, right after he woke up. 

It was one of Y/N's favorite sounds. "What about Sam and Steve?"

"Who?" Y/N could hear the smirk in his voice. "Never heard of em'" 

Y/N snuggled back further "Alright, if you say so." 

The room fell into a warm silence as they took in the last few minutes before their bubble would be popped. All too soon there were the soft tones of the alarm going off. 

"Oh I remember now." Bucky let out a laugh through his nose. "The two pains in my ass who make me go with them to the VA."

"Come on, you like going." Y/N smiled. 

Bucky shook his head against the pillow, "Not when there's an exceptionally gorgeous woman in my bed." He captured her lips with his before climbing out of bed.

Y/N could feel the heat dance across her cheeks as she watched him begin to pick out his clothes. 

Unabashedly, she watched him change, "Are you working out after?"

Bucky turned, pulling his shirt over his head and down his torso "Yeah I think so. We'll be at the VA till three-ish and then probably will go on a run or something." Y/N hummed in response as she shifted flat onto her stomach, wrapping her arms firmly around her pillow. "You still hanging with Nat today?"

"At some point." Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed to put his socks on as she spoke. "She got back late last night so I'm going to enjoy a lazy morning before I go bug her."

"Lucky." Bucky said before getting up to go into the bathroom.

A few moments later Bucky walked out and came up to the side of the bed, leaning over onto his hands, he hovered for a moment above Y/N.

He leaned down giving one last final kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Alright, I gotta go. I'll see you later and we'll figure out something to do."

"Sounds like a plan, have fun." Y/N watched Bucky leave, closing the door behind him. She rolled back over attempting to fall back asleep but only achieving a dreamy lethargic state.

Y/N finally began to wake up a short while later. She curled her arms up and out, her limbs pulling into a deep involuntary stretch. She grabbed her phone and opened her messages.

Y/N: 

N: 

Jk come over whenever

Y/N: Solid. I'm gunna shower first

N: Door will be unlocked 😎

 Y/N pulled herself out of the bed and made her way to the door. With a click behind her she closed Bucky's door and trudged down the hall to her room. She quickly refreshed herself before pulling on comfy clothes. As she walked out the door, she grabbed her phone. 

Y/N opened Nat's door to find her propped up in bed, a controller in hand, her attention on the TV. "Hey, I just started a match." 

"Are you going to wear this or can I take it?" Another voice pulled Y/N's gaze. "Cuz it's really cute and I think I would wear it more." Yalena stood in front of a mirror, holding one of Natasha's shirts up to herself.

"Yalena!" Y/N said in shock.

She turned around, "Here and present."

Y/N all but launched herself at Yalena, wrapping her in a hug. "What are you doing here? How longs your stay!?"

"I had some work in New York, okay, okay, that's enough, you are suffocating me" Her voice strained slightly as she pushed Y/N back playfully, her phone notification rang out, "and only tonight." Yalena said as she pulled her phone out. "So spill, you and Barnes?"

Y/N looked at her with a slight squint to her eyes as she silently questioned Yalena. "It's going really well."

Nat held back a smirk as Yalena turned her full attention fully back to Y/N, deadpan. "Wow. I came all the way here--"

"From New York." Y/N interjected.

Yalena sighed, "Yes, I came all the way from the New York, and that's all I get? come on!"

Y/N fell back on the bed as Yalena sat down next to her sister. "I mean, yeah? What do you want to know?" 

"You've must of gone on dates? Done things together? Have you found out what his favorite movie is? Food? The sex must be fantastic--ouch!" Yalena was interrupted by Natasha's elbow in her side. "What!? He's a super soldier, tell me I'm wrong." Yalena directed her question back at Y/N as her phone went off again.

"Y/N you do not have to answer that and who's that Ms. Popular?" Nat tried to grab for her phone.

"Hey!" Yalena quickly moved it out of reach, "If you must know its Kate Bishop."

"Who's Kate Bishop?" Y/N asked as she sat up.

Yalena quickly stashed her phone away, "Oh no, this is not about me it's about you and Barnes."

"Look all I can tell you is he's amazing." Y/N began, "We just exist on the same frequency, we get each other and can read each other. It's a feeling I've never had with anyone else."

"Oh my god." Yalena smiled. "You guys haven't done it yet!"

"Yalena," Nat exclaimed.

"No, we haven't!" Y/N exclaimed, "Ya happy?"

Both Nat and Yalena stared at you for a second, "Wait, really?" Nat asked as her brows furrowed slightly.

"Yeah? Why?" Y/N replied as her gaze fell.

Yalena's phone dinged again, "You have more patience than me," Yalena spoke as she typed, "There's literally nothing stopping you from just climbing on that man and--ouch--HEY!" Yalena recoiled again as Nat tried to take her phone. "What? I'm giving her girl advice. You told me to make more friends and I did, I have Kate bishop and Y/N Y/L/N." Natasha glared at her, "I am just doing what you said, gosh." 

"What my sister is trying to say," Nat smiled, "Is, you look very happy and we love that for you."

"Give me this. What are you even playing?" Yalena asks as she takes the controller from Nat. "Car soccer?"

"This map, yes." Nat raised an eyebrow slightly as she spoke. 

The day continued on as they lounged around and relaxed. At some point their game was forgotten as they sunk back into the mattress, scrolling on their phones.

"We were talking about going out tonight, you should come with." Yalena said to Y/N.

Y/N thought for a moment, "Like how out?"

"We are going to the Wiggle Room." Nat answered back.

"Yeah, thank you but no.” Y/N laughed slightly, “I did not mentally prepare for that."

Yalena climbed over Y/N as she got out of the bed, “Whatever, you’re lame, moving on, seriously can I wear this shirt?” Y/N and Nat burst out laughing, “What? It's cute, I’m wearing it.”

"Hey," Bucky's voice was soft as he placed a kiss on Y/N's cheek before making his way to his dresser.

Y/N didn't even hear him come in, She smiled back, "Hey."

Bucky was pulling clothes out of his drawer when he stopped what he was doing and turned around. "What's up?"

"Huh," Her smile widened and she let out a shaky laugh as she let her head fall slightly. Of course he could tell. "If I said nothing would you believe me." Bucky grabbed a shirt and paused waiting for her to look back up at him.

She glanced up, "Didn't think so."

"I'm going to clean up, then we can go get some food." He said as he headed towards the bathroom. "Or watch a movie."

Bucky knew by not pushing the subject she would come around quicker and by distracting her, would give her a moment to forget about whatever was swirling in her head. 

Y/N sat at the edge of the bed trying not to let her thoughts overwhelm her. Taking several deep breaths she focused on her breathing, inhaling and exhaling.

She heard the shower turn on before Bucky walked back into the room, throwing a dirty towel into the basket. He could see Y/N drowning. He walked over, letting his hands slide up her arms, pulling her out of her head. "Food or Movie?"

"Food, I think." Y/N responded just as her stomach growled slightly.

Bucky gripped her hands and pulled her up off the bed, "Food it is, why don't you go change and then meet me in the garage."

"Not the kitchen?" Y/N face scrunched in confusion. 

Bucky chuckled as he placed a kiss on her forehead, "I'm taking you out to get food. If that's okay with you?"

A bubbly sensation of excitement grew in Y/N, "Yeah, um, I guess I'm okay with that." A smile grew on her face.

"Then go get changed and meet me in the garage." He guided her towards the door and she let him lead her. He opened the door and stood to the side. 

Just before Y/N made it through the doorway she spun quickly to face him, "Can we take your bike?" He could see the glint of excitement in her eyes. 

Y/N felt his hands come to either side of her face and pull her lips to his. She hung onto his forearms as he slowly pushed her back into the hallway, never breaking the kiss. "Yes, yes we can." 

Y/N smiled before making her way back to her room. Bucky closed the door before rubbing his hands down his face, "She will be the death of me." His lips pulled at the corners as he grabbed a new towel and walked into the bathroom to finally take a shower.

The late afternoon sun was warm and hazy as Bucky navigated his bike down nine west. The road weaved around and through the rural tree filled area. Small pockets of civilization popped up, reminding them they were still very much in New York. 

Y/N loved feeling the wind tug at her strands of hair, the air on her face and the bike rumbling beneath her. As the world zoomed by her hands lazily clung to Bucky's sides. A feeling that would always make his stomach flutter. 

He remembered the first time Y/N had gone for a ride with him. He remembers how flustered she was and how she tried to hide it. Yet by the end of the ride she had relaxed and let her guard down. He had lost count how many times they would just go for a drive. 

Before long the Mid-Hudson bridge came into view. After they crossed the river, Bucky took a few side roads until a small restaurant came into view. The white box-shaped building had blue accents and a sign reading River Station Steak and Seafood, with a swordfish in the center. It sat right on the river and the bridge was in full view from the parking lot.

"You ready for some good food?" He asked after shutting his bike off.

Y/N pulled herself off the bike, "Always!" She leaned over to give him a kiss before he got up as well. 

River Station was a local restaurant that Bucky and Y/N visited quite often. It was about twenty minutes from the compound and allowed them to get away without going all the way into the big city. Bucky opened the door for Y/N and followed her in, his hand naturally finding its way to her lower back as they walked through the restaurant. Past the small groups of families and dates sitting in the dining area inside and the handful of people at the bar watching a game on the large flat screen tv's. 

They continued out onto the outdoor porch seating area. Large bulb string lights swayed across the space. Mesh metal tables accompanied by dual matching chairs scattered across the wood slatted deck. Their usual spot, with the perfect view of the bridge, was open and they sat down. 

"Hey guys," The server came up, "Starting with the usual drinks?"

"Kaitlyn!" Y/N exclaimed, "How's Po doing?" Kaitlyn's shoulders relaxed down as she sighed in relief. "He's doing great! He's back to his normal self."

"Oh good!" Y/N replied. 

Bucky could only watch the interaction completely enamored. He knew that Y/N had been wondering how Po was doing after his surgery. Kaitlyn had found the injured puppy wandering around the restaurant after her shift one day and took the little weenie dog in. What Y/N didn't know was after they had found out Kaitlyn had picked up some extra shifts to pay for the surgery, Bucky found out which vet clinic Po was at and paid for the surgery. 

"I'll be right back with those drinks!" Kaitlyn smiled before walking away. 

Y/N looked back across at Bucky, finding a lazy smile on his lips and soft sparkle on his eyes, "What?"

"Nothing." Bucky picked up his menu, "Can I not appreciate my girlfriend?"

Before long they were a few drinks in and food scattered the table like a feast. Y/N stared out over the river watching the reflection of the bridge and sky dance and travel across the water's surface. Completely entranced, she slowly took a sip of her drink. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" Bucky asked as he popped a piece of calamari in his mouth. 

Y/N eyes slowly came in contact with his, she took a deep breath. "Just Nat and Yelena." 

"Today?" Bucky clarified.

Y/N sat her drink down, "Yeah, I haven't seen Yalena since we started dating so of course she wanted to know everything." Y/N playfully rolled her eyes as she shook her head. "We were just talking, well, she was gently interrogating."

"Unfortunately she knows her own power." Bucky replied.

"Fortunately for me she doesn't work on me." Y/N shook her head slightly as she let out a sigh, "they had a reaction to something I said and I wasn't expecting it."

"About what?" Bucky pressed.

Y/N shrugged slightly, "They found out we haven’t had sex yet."

"Oh," Bucky's response was soft. "And it bothers you?

"Not at all." Y/N was looking at him, "It's just- they seemed shocked we haven't. Like genuinely shocked, I think they got in my head." Y/N shrugged her shoulders defeatedly before taking another sip of her drink.

She looked out over the water and Bucky could see her eyes glassing over. He reached over and took Y/N's hand in his, his thumb slowly ran the ridges of her knuckles. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm just enjoying this." Y/N smiled, "I don't know if where we are at is considered a stage but, --" Y/N tried to find her words.

Bucky's heart felt like it melted in his chest, "You're not done experiencing it." Bucky finished for her. He could feel her body tone shift, her body relax and her shoulders ease down.

Bucky squeezed her hand, "You know I didn't think I would ever get to experience this kind of love." He paused, "With you everything slows down, time doesn't exist. It's almost like I'm getting some of those years back through you."

A bubbly feeling rose through Y/N's chest as a smile grew on her face, "You could have just said you love me." 

"I love you." Without missing a beat he replied. 

Bucky's gaze was unwavering as he held hers. "Ready to head back?" 

"Back where?" A smile grew behind the glass she held in front of her lips. 

"Oh, just the Compound, where we live." Bucky chuckled slightly.

Y/N shook her head, "Never heard of it."

"Alright." God Bucky loved her. " Well, if we have nowhere to go, how do you feel about a sunset drive?" An instant wave of glee spread through Y/N as she shook her head. “Then let's get out of here.”

end

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— attracted to your soul (one)

summary: you own a flower shop in the city when one day a tall brunet walks in. his blue eyes and built figure draw you in and that’s the reason why you help him. bucky is still unaware of who he is, except something about you reminds him of his past life. 

pairing: bucky barnes x female!florist!reader

words: 2.2k

note: this is part one of a series I am writing called attracted to your soul. I hope you all like it! I am excited to write the second part and post it! The series masterlist will be linked on the bucky barnes masterlist on my pinned post! disclaimer: the warnings are on the series masterlist which is linked. not all warnings are in each chapter but it is overall in the series.

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The flower shop was emptier than usual today. You had told both your employees to take a day off seeing as though only one person had come in and it was now nearing closing time.

The sun was starting to go down earlier, as it was Autumn. You owned the corner shop which had flowers lining the windows outside in baskets and a rack holding buckets which were full of bouquets. On the inside was a bookshelf covering one wall which was filled with magazines and books about gardening, flowers, plants, and a couple about coffee. A round table was in front of the door with candles, pots, vases, and other local things. 

A large rectangular table was in the middle of the room with much more flowers and decorations. Under the side window, were taller flower plants in pots. The front window had two round tables with small house plants.

You were behind the counter tapping your nails on the wooden counter top. Under the counter were little fridges with glass doors that were filled with different types and colours of flowers that were not arranged into bouquets. The counter behind you had a roll of brown paper, parchment paper, and a few pairs of scissors. There was a white sink with a silver facet which matched the quartz counter top behind you. There was a watering can and more gardening tools in one cupboard, file drawers in another, and one for your personal notebooks and sketching pencils for doodling and drawing out arrangement styles. 

Lately you had been catching yourself up on the recent news with what happened in Washington, DC. The Avengers had been a big thing lately and you were trying to stay up to date. You didn't think anything dangerous would happen to you. Your part of the city was quiet and friendly.

A notebook was open on the counter and you were writing away in it. A few flower drawings were scattered and a sticky note with your shopping list was covering a small journal entry. Your handwriting littered each page with reminders and recipes. One page had sheet music for a melody you wrote on the piano. 

You heard rain drops on the side window and looked to see if your outdoor display was covered. When you did look, you saw a man, about 6′1, looking through the flowers. He was wearing a leather jacket, which was zipped up halfway, with a grey shirt underneath. His jeans were light blue and he wore a dark red baseball cap which covered most of his face. 

A bell above the door rang as he came in and wandered through the store. You normally wouldn’t stare at a customer but you couldn’t help it. His hair covered the side of his face but you could see his strong jawline, blueish-grey eyes, and even his lips.

You looked away and listened to the jazz music playing from a speaker in the corner of the store. The rain continued to pour harder as two more people came into the shop a few minutes after.

The man with the black leather jacket came to the counter and when you looked up, his eyes widen a bit and his bottom lip fell slightly. You smiled which made your eyes light up and your skin glow. 

He smiled a bit back and handed you a bouquet of lavender coloured roses with a decorative white pitcher. You turned around and began to wrap the flowers in brown paper. The music continued to play and you hummed along. 

He watched you fiddle with the paper and fix up the flowers. You were treating the flowers in a delicate manner and he admired that. He hasn’t know care or kindness for a while now and he missed it. He had forgotten everything about himself and he was so confused about his life and purpose. Slowly, he would piece together memories but the name Bucky still didn’t feel right. 

You turned around and grab a paper bag. Taking the flowers in your hand you remember too put a sticker so that the paper would not unwrap. You go through a door behind the counter that leads to a room with storage and a few fridges full of flowers. After a few seconds of digging through drawers you found a box of stickers. 

As you were in there, the man glanced at both the people in the store. He tightened his jaw and furrowed his eyebrows. He unzipped his jacket completely and looked to a black pocket knife in his jacket.

You walked back out and his posture loosens. A smile forms on your lips as you greet him again. Placing the sticker on the paper and putting the flowers in the bag, you glance a bit towards him and see a small red patch on the lower part of his shirt. He sees you looking and covers it up with his leather jacket. You feel this sudden urge to help him when his eyes lock with yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you see one of the men reach into their pocket. 

He sees the expression on your face and knows what's about to happen and before you know it, he is flinging a knife across the room. You grabbed your cup of coffee on the counter and poured the hot drink on the man nearer to the counter. Quickly, you duck down behind the counter and take a small sip, of what’s left, to calm your nerves. You hear the man swearing from the burning liquid. 

The blue-eyed brunet tried his hardest not to destroy anything in your shop but found it rather difficult. As he threw the knife in the air and caught it again he saw your face peaking over the counter and your lips pressed tightly together. 

He managed to knock him out hard with his fist and you cringe. That is going to be one nasty concussion, you thought to yourself. You looked up and see the one man you poured coffee on pointing a gun at you. 

He ran over and tackled the man on the counter. He sees your eyes close as he holds the man in place. You hear a gun shot and flinch. The sound of hard metal hitting the floor rings in your ears and big arms wrap around you gently. 

You open your eyes and see the man lying away from you. Beside him was a gun and the other mans black knife. You swallow thickly and look up seeing blue eyes and pink lips. You sigh and see that he has a few cuts across his face. That shirt of his was also covered in more blood. 

The man quickly lets go of you and begins to pick up the things that fell to the floor and put them back. He finds a dust pan in one of the cabinets and begins to sweep broken pieces of glass. You grabbed a cloth and wiped up the coffee on your floor. Once you finish, you look over and see him dumping the broken bits into the trash and putting the flowers that fell over in an empty vase. You take the flowers and fill the vase up with water. Behind you, were the roses that he bought and you decided to put those in the white jug with water too. 

He leans against the counter and watches you fill the vases. His eyes trail your fingers and then up your arms. You turn around and he stares directly at your chest. His face goes bright red and turns hot but you were completely clueless to it. You go closer to him and look him in the eyes.

“You broke my sink.” You stated. He opened his mouth and then instantly closed it. You sigh and start walking towards the back room. You turn around and look him over. You could see red patches on his shirt. 

“I have a medical kit upstairs, if you want?” 

He wanted to say no but couldn’t. You weren’t even being persistent but he just wanted to be near you. Your dress hugged every inch of your body and he found it addictive. Every time he thought about that he would get mad at himself. You were a complete stranger and it was inappropriate. 

The stranger nodded and followed you through the back room. Up a flight of stairs was a wide hallway. Your washing machine and a bunch of cleaning supplies was against one wall. You dug through the closet quickly and found the kit, which you handed to the man. You opened the door for him and he stood inside your home awkwardly.  

The walls were cream and the kitchen had light brown wooden cupboards and white marble counter tops. Orange pots and pans filled one cupboard while white dishes filled another. Above the coffee maker was a cupboard filled with tea and coffee. A few large mugs were also in there. 

Your red carpet in the living room went perfectly with the brown leather couch and brown wooden coffee table. The coffee table was stacked with books and candles. A lighter lay beside one of the candles which smelled like vanilla. Across from the couch was a white fire place with a gold mirror resting on the top. Book shelves lined one wall beside the fireplace while the other walls were large pained windows with white curtains. 

Across from the kitchen was your bathroom with a stand-in shower and circular bathtub. A fern was in one corner of the bathroom beside a small window. Your drawers were filled with white fluffy towels and hygiene products. 

Beside the kitchen was a circular stair case. You walked up and looked over the railing to see the man laying a grey blanket over the couch. He sat down and tried not to get blood on the blanket. You walked past your bed which was covered in white sheets and decretive pillows and blankets. In your closet you pulled out a very big oversized crewneck sweater. It was plum purple and made of wool. 

Walking back down the stairs you turned on a kettle and put two mugs out with green tea packets in them. You sauntered to the couch and leaned towards the man. He swallowed thickly and you stared at him.

“I don’t know how to do,” You waved at his cuts, “that... so umm.”

He shook his head and pulled his shirt up. You handed the man what he needed and held his shirt up for him. After painfully watching him sow his skin together, you handed him the cup of tea. You took some cream and rubbed it on his cheek, where a cut began to scab over. 

For some reason, he was confused as to why he wanted you so close. He didn't trust people and yet, he wanted needed to trust you. Your touch was soft and caring. Your eyes glowed and he loved the smell of you. He could get a whiff of your perfume and all the other scented things you use. It was addicting, he thought. You handed him the purple sweater and he slipped it over his head. It was very big on you and somehow it was, almost, too small for him. If the man had wider shoulders by a centimetre, the seam would have snapped.

An hour had past and you were refilling his mug of tea. The brunet looked at your bookshelf from the couch. He had no identity to himself except that he loved the idea of reading a book. One book in particular caught his eye. It looked old but he went to take it off the shelf. The cover read The Hobbit.

“That one is the original 1937 book.” You stated with a grin on your face. “I have the new one but I always prefer that one.”

He handed you the novel and looked at you with a begging face. You sat on the couch beside him and opened the book. Each word left your mouth and he was obsessed. Each sentence you formed he recognized. But from where, he had no idea. You read and read for so long, you lost track of time. That being said, you fell asleep on a pillow and he pulled the book from your hands and continued to read. 

He flipped each page. The novel felt like a comforting blanket that hugged him close. So close that he felt something in his chest. A heavy loss. Something was missing when he read this book. 

Your figure laid beside him when he realized. His name. He could remember his name. The man, Steve, had called him Bucky. But he could remember now. Bucky was a nickname. James Buchanan Barnes was his full name. Sergeant Barnes was something that felt much too formal. He didn't like solider or Soldat. The name Bucky now didn't feel like a strangers name that the man had called him. 

The name James however, it felt very common but also special. Like only special people in his life would call him that. A sister and a mother. Maybe a girlfriend. The special girls in his life were the ones who would use it. 

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[insomniumstella]

sharp, but oh so gentle

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: fingering, knife play, innocent!reader, dom!bucky. MDI

author's note: against better judgement, i continue to participate in the kinktober spirit 😔 ➼ baby, she's all yours

The onyx blade of his knife gleamed underneath the soft lights. James smiled at you, lazily and in a way only attractive on his features, his flesh fingers resting on the dip of your waist. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Always,” you exhaled, cocking your head to the side as it rested on his pillow and toying with the edge of a fleece blanket. 

“Good,” he spoke, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on your lips before straightening out his posture and kneeling down on the plush bed. “I would never hurt you, peach. Got a real steady hand, too.” 

“I know,” you replied, studying his features as he glided the dull side of the blade across your chest, the coldness of it just barely penetrating through your t-shirt. Bucky smiled at you again, his eyes catching your own in a steady gaze. Time seemed to freeze — the world outside his bedroom door ceasing to exist in a moment of two rather different individuals baring their souls to each other without barriers. Sliding the knife downward, he ripped the red garment open, swiftly disregarding its remains to the carpeted floors with his right hand and leaving you bare. “That was one of your favourite shirts,” you giggled, fisting the fabric beneath you. 

“I’ll get another one,” James grinned, clutching your hips before his fingers trailed lower toward your dripping heat. “I’ll buy a hundred if you’ll let me slice them off you.” 

“A hundred is a bit excessive,” you moaned as he slipped two thick digits inside you, the tip of his blade gliding along the skin of your arm. 

“Not when it comes to my girl,” his fingers found a deliciously sweet rhythm, “you’re so addicting I would buy every shirt there is just to leave you nude and vulnerable because I can’t seem to get enough of you, peach.” 

It excited him to drag the knife on your body, close enough to cut skin but far away to keep it a promise. You could see it in his gaze, eyes sparkling with an emotion you’ve barely gotten a chance to witness in the past and hoods lidded. “Need you inside,” you pleaded, “need to feel you, Buck.”

“Great things come to those who wait,” he teased, the knife resting beside your collarbone before James suddenly twisted it, drawing blood, “and we haven’t even begun yet.”

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[antiquarianfics]

Better Than Us

Being a woman is hard, and it’s not necessarily something you’d wish on another.

A/N: Comfort fic because I’m sad and I have not stopped thinking about that scene in Barbie. Warnings: Mentions of sexism, mentions of self-loathing/body issues. Not really proofread. Genre: Angst/Fluff Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

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“Congratulations, Mom and Dad, it’s a girl!” The sonographer says, hitting a few more buttons on the ultrasound. “Your baby girl is looking great. I’ll get the sonograms printed off for you to take home, get you cleaned up, and get you out of here. Alright?”

You stare at the sonogram, watching as your baby moves around in your uterus.

Congratulations, Mom and Dad, it’s a girl!

Mom and Dad, it’s a girl.

It’s a girl.

A girl.

Bucky watches you, and when you don't respond to the sonographer after a while, he turns to her and nods.

“Thank you.”

She smiles and nods as she takes a wipe and cleans the gel off your stomach. When she finishes, she smiles and excuses herself to go grab the sonogram photos from the printer in another room.

You pull your shirt down and sit up on the exam table.

“You all right, Sweetheart?” Bucky asks, concern laced in his voice. He gently run his hand through your hair comfortingly.

You lean into his touch before looking up at him and forcing a smile. You’re attempting to be reassuring, but he seems to see through it, you think. Bucky lets it go, though, and kisses your forehead.

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You’re quiet for the rest of the day, and it worries Bucky. Usually after a doctor’s appointment, you’re giddy; you love getting news about your unborn child.

“Bucky! The baby’s the size of a grapefruit now! Isn’t that crazy?”

“Buck, did you know our baby has fingernails already? Wild.”

“Holy shit! Holy shit! James, come here! The baby just kicked!”

Bucky was always just as excited to hear about his child, and he was expecting to be celebrating finding out the sex. However, ever since the words “it’s a girl” were uttered, you’d been quiet.

“Could she be disappointed?” Bucky wonders, but it seems so unlikely he pushes the thought aside.

When the majority of the day passes without you saying much or expressing any excitement about your daughter, Bucky can’t help but confront you.

“Y/N? Doll?” He asks, a little nervous.

You’re sitting on the couch, fiddling with the blanket across your lap, and the TV on and ignored in front of you. You hum in acknowledgement, but you don’t meet his gaze.

“Doll,” he says again, moving to sit next to you, bringing his hand gently to your face so that he can divert your gaze to his. “Is everything alright? You’ve been quiet since the appointment.”

You clench your jaw, obviously anxious. Perhaps a little angry with yourself.

“You’ll be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Because you’re gonna realize you’re having a baby with someone who’s going to be a terrible mother.”

Bucky is taken aback. You’re so sincere that it scares him.

“Y/N, honey, you’re not going to be a terrible mother. Why would you think that?”

You look away from him to try and hide your impending tears.

“We’re having a girl.”

“And that means you’re going to be a terrible mother?” Bucky’s eyebrows scrunch together. He is absolutely not following.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just. We’re having a girl, and I should be excited, but I’m not. I’m going to be—no, I am—a terrible mother because I’m upset I’m having a daughter.”

Bucky is still not following, and his hesitance to respond pushes you to keep going.

“It’s not that I don’t want a daughter. It’s that being a woman really sucks. One day you’re a kid, playing with Barbies, playing tag, making up games no one else understands, and the next day you’re so self conscious about random things; and men look at you when you don’t want them to; and people make fun of you for liking anything; and no matter how good you are at your job, people still question if you should have it.

“I remember the first time I was aware my stomach was bigger than it should be to be considered pretty. I was in the 5th grade, Buck. I was standing in line to throw my lunch away and go to recess, I looked down at my feet, and I saw my stomach. I remember sucking it in and never stopping. And when I told my mom, she didn’t tell me not to. She didn’t tell me I was healthy, and a kid, and that I was beautiful without sucking my stomach in. No. She praised me. Told me she did the same thing. Said it strengthens our abs and makes us healthier when it really messes with your breathing, and reshapes your body, and-“

You cut yourself off with your own tears. You’re immediately pulled into Bucky’s arms as he moves to soothe you; a comforting hand slides up and down your back, soft kisses are pressed to your forehead, and sweet nothings and reassurances meet your ears.

When you finally calm down some, Bucky pulls away, grasping your shoulders and holding you just far enough away to look into your eyes.

“Listen, I hear you. The way women are treated—the way you’re treated—sucks. It really does. But it’s a lot better than when I was a kid, and it takes women like you recognizing that the way you’ve been treated is wrong and working to make it better for your daughters. The fact that you’re upset for your daughter—not about her—means you’re a good mom. And I know you’re gonna do everything you can to instill confidence in her and let her be a kid as long as possible. And we are going to teach her how she should be treated, and we are going to teach her how to stand up for herself.

“And if we ever have a son, we’ll teach him to respect women. Not to ogle or harass them. We’ll raise our kids to be better than we are.”

Bucky’s speech takes you off guard. You’d expected him to tell you you were being dramatic. You’d expected him to tell you that you should just be happy about having a daughter regardless of what that entails.

You’d expected him to act like every man that he was not.

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“I’m not a bad mom?”

“You’re not a bad mom.”

A pause. You catch your breath; Bucky holds you close.

“Hey, Bucky?” You say after a while.

“Hmm?” He hums. He is gently massaging your scalp to comfort you as he holds you.

“We’re having a girl!” You pull back to look at him, a smile across your face. You’ve finally processed the day, its revelations, and Bucky’s assurances, and you’re finally ready to be happy.

“We’re having a girl,” Bucky agrees, smiling and kissing your forehead.

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[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: tired and tipsy, how much you’ve missed bucky reminds him of a question on his mind; cw: none, a little angsty?; pairing: bucky {fatws} x fem!reader

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You felt the mattress dip behind you as though taking on new weight, and though half asleep your body responded to the presence of your boyfriend in bed.

It seemed just his scent was enough, just the way a room changed every time he was in it. That, and how the bedding dipped and moulded to his shape, as he pulled the cover over him and shifted close to you.

Even through your cotton pyjamas, you still felt the warmth of his body on yours, and you were grateful to nestle back into it as one of his arms came around to settle at your waist.

With a light, sleepy kiss to your ear, to the sensitive shell, he laid his head by you, close. With his front to your back like this you were laying flush as one, and only sharing one pillow.

Bucky’s breath was warm on your neck, and so wholly intimate. His breathing was soft. The fresh smell of him filled up the bed and your heart.

It was your favourite scent.

Freshly clean from a shower, the dark strands of his hair were not quite dry. And so could you faintly smell within it those notes of the soap you’d only bought him last week.

The rain was lashing down outside upon the rooftop of your shared apartment, it being by now full autumn with the wind high beyond your dark windows. In that moment, you thought, as you felt Bucky's frame relax wholly into your own, you were so content you could’ve cried had you not been so at peace.

It was years in the making, this life — and he made the fight so worth it each, every day.

And so, you threaded your fingers throughout Bucky’s own where his hand rested at your waist, tracing light patterns with the pads of your fingers against the soft skin, somehow warm while you were cold. Thankful as always for his body heat — and just for his love — you raised it to your lips, pressing your mouth so clumsily, sleepily, to it with a sigh.

He was here. He was home.

Bucky’s curve of a smile was a shiver at your neck where he breathed you in deep. Close never was quite close enough with your boyfriend of now six months.

You turned in his arms, ungracefully moving to shift from beneath the thick quilt. “You’re home,” you whispered when at last you then faced him, and he looked at you with those eyes that, while clearly tired, were so soft with love.

You raised your other hand and softly placed it on his cheek and he held you gently by the wrist with his, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to the inside canal, his eyes shuttering closed.

Right then his expression was devout, and it warmed you at once in all the places that counted. Your sleepy smile, he swore, was worth beyond its weight in gold, even if you were quite oblivious to how he had carried you to bed just fifteen minutes before.

For he knew that you barely slept anywhere until you knew that Bucky was home; you’d lay on the couch with the tv still running or a half open book, waiting up for him late.

This time though, just like so many times before, your James came in through the front door — came in so quietly, as always, and saw you so peaceful; loath to disrupt your sleep.

And so after nights of just laying a blanket over your shoulders and letting you rest — and the subsequent beratings in the following morning when you insisted that he wake you when home — it was your promise now to one another to make sure you said your “goodnights” every time.

It went like this: you would wait up for him every night on that old, lumpy couch, but each time he’d come in and take you to bed straight away.

He would shower, then join you.

So now Bucky just whispered “I’m home,” with that small, secret smile he wore just for you. You must’ve been deeply asleep to not have felt him lift you, and carry you gently; for ordinarily you would’ve awoken in his arms just from this routine, the familiar touch.

One that right now you needed to feel even closer than you physically could.

Bucky released your wrist as though reading your mind — you always were attuned to each other. And as you ducked down a little to settle with your head against his chest, his vibranium hand came up to card chilled, metal fingers through the length of your hair.

Down from the crown of your head to the end of the strands, and right back up again; gently brushing your forehead with each loving stroke of that part of him you loved with the rest.

And damn you to hell, for vibranium metal was freezing in the september chill.

“S cold,” you laughed, just barely awake, numb to all the world around you but for him. It was the glasses of wine you’d drank all night with Sarah while the boys were away — now you felt blushy and giddy with love as you hitched up your leg between Bucky’s own thighs.

He murmured “Sorry, doll” against your hair and again, you felt him smile against the crown of your head, sounding more teasing than sorry at all as his hand moved to smooth soothing circles down your back.

“Did you have a good girls night tonight?” The question was a whisper, soft as velvet in the dark.

And god, Bucky’s voice when nearly asleep made you almost see religion in him.

You stifled a yawn mid-sentence as you said, “It was lovely, ‘s always so good to see her.

“But she had to” — and again you yawned — “leave earlier cos ‘f something with the” — another yawn — “babysitter.”

And it was true. It didn’t matter how often you saw each other — which was frequent now, with Sam and Bucky’s friendship — you simply adored her company and the sheer vibrancy it always brought.

But now you saw only him.

Seconds passed in the quiet, Bucky whispering about his day in answer to your own questions. With each word you seemed to come more fully awake, as though no drunken fatigue could keep at bay the slow-spreading cold taking root in your chest.

There was a crease to your brow as you upturned your head and met Bucky’s eyes once again, now fully honest as you flattened out your fingers on his t-shirted chest, toying with the thin fanfic.

“I worry so much when you’re gone.”

And then again just like that, at the open admission, you felt quite sobered up. This raw ache of missing him, so built up across the weeks, rose and crested as you held his gaze. “And I miss you — God, I miss you.”

The crack in your voice broke his heart, as did the sudden tears that welled in your eyes. It was all he could do just to hold you, to hope against reason he could pluck up some courage. “I know, doll,” that soft voice bled, “and I miss you all the time. More than I can say.”

His throat dipped beneath the swallow of his nerves.

Tomorrow. He’d do it tomorrow.

He’d choose you and this life you’d made and finally stop the fight; he’d do exactly as he’d told Sam today he intended to do —

Retire and grow old with you.

And so as he heard your breathing even out again to sleep, as his heightened senses told him you were resting at long last, he made a silent vow to you both that such worries would change — and change soon.

Starting with the engagement ring still burning a hole in the pocket of his black leather jacket.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Love Me A Little

Character: Secretary!Bucky x Female!Reader

Words: 1,539

Summary: "Love me, even just a little." When she uttered those words, they struck Bucky like a bolt of lightning, leaving him utterly bewildered. After all, he was just a secretary—his world and hers seemed galaxies apart.

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A/N: Check out the male version of this story - Be Mine.

It was already 1:00 a.m., and the streets lay deserted, easing Bucky's drive. The sleek black Bugatti smoothly entered the apartment basement car park. Just one more turn, and he would find his usual parking spot.

"Screech." The sound of tires screeching echoed in the empty basement.

"Huh?" Bucky's foot instinctively hit the brake as he caught sight of the familiar figure standing in front of his car.

"Y/N?"

It's you. The sole daughter of the Rogers family, the heiress to Starlight Enterprises, a conglomerate spanning oil and gas, telecom, retail, and financial services.

You had fled, prompting the company to dispatch security teams in search of you.

And here you were.

Bucky stepped out of the car. "What are you doing? Don't you realize everyone's been searching for you?"

You scoffed, your tone laced with defiance. "So what? At least everyone will learn that I'm serious. I refuse to marry that guy."

Bucky understood the depth of your frustration. Your family was orchestrating an engagement between you and their business partner. But you vehemently opposed it. He comprehended why; the man they wanted you to marry was notorious—a playboy and a drug addict.

Unable to sway your resolve, Bucky carefully chose his words. "You should go home."

He reached out, gently clasping your hand, his touch pleading, wanting to guide you to safety.

But you recoiled, pushing his hand away. "I don't want to."

Bucky's heart sank, his expression pained. "Your family is worried about you."

Your retort was sharp, cutting. "Are they really? Or are they just afraid of losing their golden ticket?"

A tense silence enveloped them as Bucky grappled with the weight of your words. As the secretary to your brother, Steve, the Vice President, he was privy to the inner workings of wealthy families, aware that most marriages were arranged for business purposes.

Like Steve and Peggy, who defied the odds and found happiness together despite the pressures of their world, you refused to succumb to a loveless marriage.

With teary eyes, you gazed at Bucky, desperation etched in every tear. "I'll tell my parents I'll marry you instead."

Bucky sighed, feeling the weight of your request once more. You had asked him this before, seeking refuge from the loveless future awaiting you. Each time, he had declined.

"Not everything will always go your way," he murmured, his words heavy with resignation. "You've been living in a bubble as Princess Rogers." He paused, unable to bring himself to utter the name of your family's empire. "Now you're facing reality."

You fought back the tears, stung by his harshness. It was the first time Bucky had spoken so coldly to you. "Do you think my feelings for you are fake?"

"My whole life has been arranged from A to Z without my opinion," you continued, your voice trembling with suppressed emotion.

"The only thing I have is my dream of us living happily ever after. Can I at least have that?" Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you struggled to contain your emotions.

"Stop dreaming. Go home," Bucky commanded, his voice firm as he pointed behind you.

'Screech.'

With a screech of tires, a white Mercedes arrived to collect you. It dawned on you that Bucky had already informed the security team of your whereabouts.

As you watched Bucky walk away, a surge of determination washed over you. Clenching your fists, you whispered, "I'll show you."

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A few days later

The entire Rogers family had gathered for tonight's dinner, including your grandparents, Thomas Rogers, the esteemed founder of the company. Bucky joined the dinner as well, having become one of the company's key figures, seated right beside you.

Despite the gravity of your previous conversation, you seemed to have put it aside, acting as if nothing had happened when you saw Bucky.

The dinner unfolded in its usual extravagant manner, with everyone engaging in polite small talk until dessert was served.

Your grandmother, Anna, broke the silence. "It's wonderful that we could all come together like this. We must discuss our youngest's engagement."

Your mother, Sophia, nodded, her smile gentle. "I met with them four days ago, and we've already ironed out all the details, from the church to the wedding."

Bucky's mind raced. Four days ago? That's precisely when you had gone missing.

Anna's excitement bubbled over. "This wedding will be magnificent. I can hardly contain myself."

But only the two women seemed enthused; your grandfather, Thomas, and your father, Benjamin, remained stoic, while your brother Steve stayed silent.

Then, a sudden sound cut through the air—a sharp "clank" as a fork stabbed into a plate.

All eyes turned to you.

"I don't like it," you stated flatly, your voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Sophia's hand hesitated mid-air, poised to call the waitress, but froze when she heard her daughter's words.

"I don't like anything," you continued, your voice ringing with defiance. "I don't like that person, the wedding, anything."

"Y/N, stop," Sophia interjected, her tone tinged with frustration. "We've discussed this."

"Discuss?" you retorted bitterly. "Do you mean when you ignore my words?"

Anna's patience wore thin. "Y/N, enough with the tantrum. This concerns the entire family."

You crossed your arms defiantly. "I refuse to marry him."

Anna rose from her seat, ready to reprimand you, but a sharp glance from Thomas halted her in her tracks. Without a word, she sank back down, chastened by her husband silent command.

Thomas fixed you with a steady gaze, the same gaze that had once spoiled you as his beloved granddaughter. "Explain to me the reason why."

"I don't love him," you declared, your voice trembling with emotion. "I love someone else."

A sudden palpitation coursed through Bucky's chest. He sensed the situation spiraling out of control.

"Whose the person you love?" Thomas inquired, his voice firm.

You didn't hesitate. "Bucky."

'Ba-dump'

The room fell into stunned silence, broken only by the rapid thudding of Bucky's heart echoing in his ears, his mind racing as he grappled with the revelation unfolding before him.

Bucky rose hastily, his intention to apologize to the Chairman halted as your hand clasped his, the determination in your eyes stopping him in his tracks. It was the first time he had seen you like this, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

As all eyes turned towards you, you swallowed hard before speaking up. "And I'm pregnant. Bucky is the father."

The room erupted in chaos as Sophia and Anna screamed in unison.

"What?" they exclaimed in disbelief.

"Bucky! How dare you touch my daughter!" Sophia lunged forward, her hand reaching for Bucky's hair, but Benjamin intervened, restraining her.

Bucky opened his mouth to protest and deny the accusation, but the words stuck in his throat. He was taken by surprise, too.

"Silence," Thomas, the Chairman's authoritative voice, cut through the commotion, bringing an abrupt end to the chaos.

He rose from his seat, followed by Benjamin and Steve, their expressions a mix of shock and concern.

Fixing Bucky with a steely gaze, Thomas uttered just two words. "A word."

Bucky swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he replied, "Yes, Sir," bracing himself for the inevitable confrontation.

########

In Benjamin's office, Bucky stood before the three men, the weight of their scrutiny heavy upon him as they remained silent. Finally, Thomas broke the tension with a direct question. "Is everything true?"

Bucky knelt before his boss and friend, his voice steady but his heart pounding. "No, sir. None of it is true. I've never laid a hand on her."

Thomas's expression softened, a flicker of relief crossing his features. "Good."

Bucky let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, grateful for Thomas's understanding.

But then Benjamin spoke up, his tone contemplative. "Then why don't you like my daughter?"

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion as he lifted his head to meet Benjamin's gaze.

"She's better off with you than with that spoiled man," Steve interjected, his voice firm.

Benjamin nodded in agreement, his eyes holding a hint of understanding.

Bucky was taken aback. "What?"

Thomas leaned forward, his voice grave. "The wedding arrangement was orchestrated by my wife and Y/N's mother. I'm relieved my granddaughter took a stand today."

Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder, a mixture of relief and gratitude in his eyes. "I nearly lost my cool when she said she was pregnant. I almost punched you. Thank goodness it was a lie."

Bucky struggled to find words, overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events.

Steve's tone softened. "Stay with her. I won't allow my sister to marry that man."

As the men continued their discussion, Bucky's mind raced, unable to fully comprehend the depth of their support.

Excusing himself, Bucky closed the door behind him, only to find you waiting for him outside.

Your worried expression melted his defenses as you approached him.

"What did they say?" you asked, searching his eyes for answers.

Bucky hesitated, then shook his head. "Nothing."

You breathed a sigh of relief and pulled him into a tight hug, his body stiffening like a log. Lifting your head to meet his gaze, determination flashed in your eyes.

"I'll make you love me," you vowed softly. "Even just a little."

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Give me Beefy Bucky who is shy yet obsessed with how soft and little you are compared to him. Compared to his thick, wide shoulders. His meaty, firm thighs. His huge, heavy balls. His perfectly fat, split you in half cock.

“C‘mon bunny, put ‘em both in your mouth” he whines with puppy eyes, spreading his legs more while you nearly choke trying to fit his balls in your mouth. The delicious scent of his musk makes you moan with your mouth full, his heavy sac already throbbing. “Want you to suck them both at the same time”

“S’too big” you pout, cupping and rolling him in your palm, giving your aching jaw a break. He blushes at your words, his curved throbbing cock jumping against his belly.

“You have such a cute little mouth” he whispers with a soft smile, the pink on his cheeks deepening when you shove his thighs apart again, dipping your head to take them in your mouth, “oh fuck just like that, use that tongue, suck them nice and hard, don’t care if it hurts, suck them harder bunny”

He’s a feral little (beefy) fuck, holding your head in place while rutting himself against your face. The shallow breaths you take in between with your mouth full make his tip weep and he can’t help but reach down to stroke himself, using his thumb to spread his arousal around. When he finally can’t take it, he grabs and flips you onto your back, splitting your legs open and humping himself between your folds.

“Fuck you’re so tight bunny” he shudders above you as he pushes your thighs to your chest, folding you in half, making you hold your knees apart. He pumps his cock a few times while staring at your slick hole dripping and fluttering for him.

“Look at your little pussy” his voice is between a whine and a whisper, pressing just the head of his cock into you making you moan, his tip alone stretching you. He doesn’t even fucking move, pulling it back out and pushing just the head in, his lil caught between his teeth watching his perfect pink tip disappear in and out. “How are you gonna take all of me bunny,you’re already stretched open”

He’s not even taunting you. He’s blushing so much because he can feel the way you quiver around him already and he isn’t even inside properly. “Can feel you sucking me in baby, you want more? That’s just the tip bunny, so sensitive for you, m’already making a mess”

“More Bucky, fuck me, please” you plead with him, pulling your knees back further, tightening around him even more.

“Oh God” he plunges himself into you without warning, drawing his hips back and slamming them back in making your body bounce with each thrust. You sob in pleasure, broken moans leaving your lips as he knocks the wind out of you with the powerful snap of his hips.

He looks feral, eyes fixated on where his cock disappears in and out with each thrust, your sweet mixed cream squirting out of you each time he shoves himself back in.

“Look at the mess we’re making together baby. So. Fucking. Pretty. You’re so pretty when you’re all stretched open bunny, pussy was made for my cock, you take big dick so well, you’re such a good girl, my good girl made for fat cock”

You nearly wail as he speeds up, panting and grunting, your belly bulging each time. He’s sitting back on his heels so he can watch exactly how much your pussy opens up for him, that needy button between your legs equally desperate for attention.

“Why’s are you so tight around my dick baby, can’t even last when I fuck you” he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to try and collect himself but it’s pointless. His cock starts to swell, drops of cum already starting to spurt out. He’s trying so hard to hold back but his body can’t stop moving, chasing the way your pussy chokes his length.

“M’mph-gonna cum-“ he chokes out, his movements growing sloppy and erratic, the bed banging the wall. “Gonna pump you full of cum baby, gonna make you wet the bed with how much cum drips of you”

“Cum in me Bucky” your nails dig in his shoulders, gasping when he sits back and spits onto your clit before rubbing it in circles.

“Such a cute little button making you scream so loud, you sound so beautiful like this” he gives it a pinch and you shatter around him, desperate squeals making him moan louder.

“Gonna milk my cock dry, gonna give you a thick load baby, there’s so much cum in my balls, in my dick, I can’t hold it, it’s so swollen, S-o sensitive- FUCKKK” he lets out a broken sob as he starts to throb ropes and ropes of his warm spend in you, the sheets soaking what your pussy can’t hold.

“Got the sheets all wet bunny, can feel it on my thighs-

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