#bucky barnes x empath!reader

[bucknastysbabe]

Little blurb sitting in my notes for too long— 18+ I can’t really stop you minors but PLS DONT😐I’m awkward and sweaty goodbye

You sat in your boyfriends lap, pushing his strands of thick chocolate hair behind his ear. He gazed at you, face lax and his body pliant. Bucky’s hands rested on your hips, methodically kneading the soft flesh. You held your intense arousal to yourself, not wanting to hit Bucky with the strong emotions.

Bucky mumbled, “S’okay baby.”

He rubbed his hands up in a soothing motion. Your eyes flicked down to his pink pout, slightly wet from your earlier kissing. You stated vaguely, “It’s a lot. I don’t know how it’ll affect you.” Glancing away you tightened your hands on his broad shoulders— tethering you to the present. Buck always kept you grounded. You whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you bear. I don’t know how to use- uh- this for good.”

You felt emotions constricting your throat. Bucky had mentioned you letting your guard on your projection powers down for certain situations. Especially sex, as you were learning emotional intimacy. He had his own obstacles and the pair of you had made some ground, but you’d always held up this final wall. Bucky interrupted your thoughts with soft kisses to the column of your throat. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.

He rasped, “I want all of you sweetheart. I trust you.”

A vibranium hand caressed your cheek, turning your attention back to his darkened blues. The action itself reminded you of how much you two had come along. Lust was already pouring off of him in waves, making your cunt clench in need. Bucky cooed with a smile, “I’m all yours— even this scrambled mess of a brain.” You took a deep breath, tucking your face into the crook of his pale neck. Inhaling Bucky’s distinct scent you relaxed, blinking slowly. You sighed, “Okay. I’m going to do it. Just don’t fight the feeling babe.”

The soldier nodded, biting his plump lower lip in anticipation.

You let your walls down, flooding Bucky with your love and arousal along with some extra projection of lust. You watched as his pupils expanded, turning the blue into thin rings. Bucky flushed underneath you, his body reacting intensely to the emotions. Still, his body remained lax. His mouth was agape, a tiny whimper escaping. You softly spoke to your boyfriend, trying to reach through the inevitable cotton of his thoughts.

“Baby, nod if you’re alright. I need you with me, ‘kay?”

He dazedly nodded, hands running down to your thighs and squeezing. His gaze turned to the flesh between his fingers, watching as if he was seeing a miracle. You pulled at Bucky’s hair to return his gaze. A sad whine left his lips but he obeyed. You stated, “Do you want me to take off your clothes baby?”

A happier whine filled the room.

He eagerly tried to shuck off his shirt, but you shook your head and took over. Then sliding off his lap— which Bucky protested before you reminded him of the task at hand— you unbuckled and unbuttoned him. He obediently lifted up his hips as you dragged off his jeans and briefs. Bucky downright mewled as his cock got caught on the fabric. You pressed your lips to his strong thighs, rubbing his hips in an attempt to soothe the soldier.

“C’mere— oh, please,“ he whimpered.

You smiled at his simper and straddled the super-soldier’s thick thighs. Bucky’s head fell back as you were seated against his weeping cock, a helpless groan tearing from his throat. You cooed, “Think you can take off my clothes sweetheart? My sweet boy.” You scritched at Bucky’s scalp with your nails, the other practically purring. You let out a ‘hm?’ to redirect his gaze which had strayed back to his hands on your thighs.

“Yesss,” Bucky slurred.

He ushered off your loose shorts, whining at the sight of your pussy. Then came your shirt, accompanied by another punched out noise from the sight of your breasts. You guided Bucky’s big hands to your bra’s clasp, the male undoing it with a bit of fumbling. Bucky latched onto your peaked nipple as soon as your bra fell down. He moaned eagerly as he sucked and licked at the bud. You jolted in shock, yelping sharply at the sensation.

“Oh my, my boy is so eager,” you gasped.

Bucky suckled harder, his hands pawing at your breasts like a needy kitten. He made aborted little thrusts against you as he whined around a bud. You gripped at the nape of Bucky’s neck, shivering as he popped off to move to your other nipple. You felt yourself slick up further and pulled Bucky’s head away from your tits. He let out a pained groan of, “Why?” You responded, “My sweet boy wants to fuck me right?”

Bucky mewled a drawn out please, now gripping at your ass to pull your cunt along his shaft. You shuddered slightly, scratching down Bucky’s built chest at the sensation. Your slick guided the way as he rutted against you, the head of his cock stimulating your clit. Helplessly you nibbled at Bucky’s neck, laving your tongue around his jugular pumping hotly with blood. You groaned, “C’mon bear, need you so bad.”

Bucky quietly seated himself at your soaked entrance, sliding in with a breathless whimper of your name. You bit down on the meat of your boyfriends shoulder with a cut-off moan. Bucky kneaded at your ass while he panted. Neither of you moved, overwhelmed with sensation. Bucky mewled some nonsense about how good you felt, spurring you to start riding him in earnest.

A throaty moan tore from the brunette’s throat, his hands clamping down for dear life. You’d cherish the aching bruises in the morning. You rode at a steady pace, bracing yourself on his muscular shoulders. You gasped his name repeatedly, the soldier’s cock filling you up perfectly. You angled yourself forward for Bucky’s cock to grind against your sweet spot. Another surge of arousal spiked around you, Bucky thrusting up in response. You hoarsely whispered in his ear, “Ah fuck, so good baby— so fucking big.” You nipped at his earlobe with a small noise.

Your boyfriend was in heaven. Practically drooling as all he could do was moan and whine under you. He would switch between strong thrusts to writhing pathetically, all overwhelmed. Now Buck was writhing, his hands still clamped down on your ass. He stuttered out little “ah ah ahs” as you continued your brisk pace on his dick. You pinched at his nipple, Bucky’s small noises peeling off into a genuine wail.

He’d never been so loud and submissive before. Bucky had been gentle and let you take the reins when the pair of you became intimate. But he was holding back too— craving that ultimate submission he’d done for so long. You wrapped a small hand around the column of his throat and begged, “S-sweetheart, doing so good m’gonna come. Make me come my love!” Your boyfriend nodded his assent and one of his vice grips snaked around to your clit. You fell onto his chest as Bucky moved up into you with solid thrusts. You felt his thighs shaking beneath you.

Bucky captured your lips in a messy kiss, spit wetting his lips from constant moaning. You sucked on his tongue, shivering as your impending orgasm heightened. Bucky whimpered into your mouth, “G’nna cum yes- shit oh god- I love you!” You begged Bucky mercilessly, licking into his open mouth. Bucky’s thrusts turned sloppy, grinding up into you roughly. With a pinch of your clit the coil snapped, you reeling with a drawn out cry. Youl clamped down onto him, releasing onto his lap.

Bucky shouted your name, gushing into you. He whimpered and shook through the aftershocks, ropes of cum filling you up. You fared no better, your forehead pressed against his own. The pair of you panted into each other’s mouths. Your satiation and love filled the air, pleasantly gracing your nostrils. Bucky’s own feelings made you feel warm and safe. He softly spoke, “Don’t move, please.” He stayed inside of you but his cock was softening now.

Your chest caught at the feeling of Bucky’s release dribbling out of you. You kissed him on the lips chastely, murmuring an ‘I love you’. Bucky looked up at you, his eyes watery and thick lashes clumped with tears. He croaked, “That was perfect— you were perfect.” You bashfully looked away, feeling self conscious. Bucky repeated himself, “No really, you’re precious. I’m so proud of you.” You choked back a sob, clinging to your man. You breathed, “Thank you. Shit.” His lips quirked up in mirth as he tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Love you,” he cooed.

#Bucky barnes x reader #sub!bucky #needy Bucky #soft baby #empathic projection reader #Bucky is touch starved #attempt at writing sub space #idk hope y’all like it #sub Bucky rights the only rights

[urdepressedslut]

Lovesick

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky is so in love with you it hurts, and he doesn’t know if he can keep his feelings locked away from you anymore.

♡ Warnings: light angst, hints to past suicide attempt, mentions of imprisonment, fluff, bucky being oblivious and adorable

“You’re staring again… Kinda creepy.” Sam mutters to Bucky, snapping him from his thoughts. Which were all of you of course.

Bucky glanced to Sam, smiling with red cheeks at being caught gazing upon you. But he couldn’t help himself. He was so in love with you, it hurt. He was lovesick, his thoughts consumed longing for you. The lack of emotionally and physically connecting with you eating away at him.

Sam smirked at Bucky getting lost in his thoughts again, glancing from him to you with a knowing look. Bucky wasn’t one to express how he felt, but he’d confessed, and Sam knew he was falling apart.

You had come from a rough past, growing and adapting slower than most. You were kept trapped away from any human interaction for five years, which resulted in you becoming a whole different person.

Fact was you didn’t remember who you were before, you had remembered the basics, your name, parents. But that was about it. You felt like you had started over in life, but along with a fresh start you had issues that lingered.

You had been given a second chance at life some would say, but it was a life that would be tainted, haunted with ghosts from your previous one. So was it really a fresh start?

You didn’t know.

You met Sam and Bucky soon after you’d been freed of isolation. They were shocked to find out you had used to be a well respected agent, before everything happened. Feeling terrible that all your training, hard work was thrown away, now having to start all over again. Some was muscle memory, an instinct that never left you. But you found yourself re-training with the two. You found yourself healing slowly in the company of them. Of course you’d grown attached, and so did they. The three of you stuck together, a deep bond having formed.

While you and Sam had more of a sibling bond, there was something extensive about you and Bucky. He was able to empathize with you, knowing full well how badly you’d suffered, and that was something you’d grown to appreciate. Having someone able to relate, was reliving in a weird way, made you feel less alone.

Bucky had immediately liked you, admiring your strength, finding your kindness infectious. You were a rare pure soul, that didn’t deserve the suffering you’d endured. At first glance he was protective, his mother-like instinct kicking in at the sight of your skittish form.

Months had gone by, and you were doing much better. You were still a little slow, and you became overwhelmed quicker. You were to be treated with a little more care than most. Nevertheless, Sam and Bucky were proud of how far you’ve come.

“You should tell her.” Sam startled Bucky from his thoughts once again, looking over at him with a hesitant expression.

“I don’t know man… I don’t wanna pressure her. She’s been doing so well, I don’t wanna jump the gun and freak her out.” Bucky rambled on, anxiety clouding his mind.

“You aren’t going to freak her out, she loves you Buck. I can tell.” Sam assured him, no teasing tone lingering.

“You can’t know that. Have you talked to her?” Bucky wondered.

“No, but it’s hard not to think otherwise with the way she looks at you.” Sam pointed out.

“How— how does she look at me?” Bucky pushed, not believing he could be that oblivious.

Sam on the other hand, thought he was completely oblivious.

“Seriously Buck? Are you missing your eyes too?” Sam asked incredulously, “She looks at you like you’re her whole world.”

Bucky thought back to the days he’d caught you glancing at him and Sam.

“She looks at you like that too.” Bucky argued.

“It’s different… I’m like a big brother she’s never had,” Sam stated, “Then you… It’s different.”

Bucky took in Sam’s words, and he couldn’t deny that yes, you and Bucky had an amazing friendship. But he was afraid that’s all it was. His chest ached at the thought that you wouldn’t want to be something more with him.

Bucky was about to respond, when Sam interrupted him, grabbing him by his shoulder.

“Your girl is looking this way.” Sam told him, motioning his head to you.

Bucky glanced to you, his eyes meeting with yours. You were holding his gaze, your eyes warm and glowing. It’s like he had never seen it before, but now that he was gazing into your orbs, he felt like your eyes were saying a million words. It was giving him hope, that you might feel the same way.

Bucky excused himself from Sam, heading towards you. Getting closer he was careful not to interrupt the little girl talking with you, the sight making Bucky watch with fondness.

“My friend is being mean to me!” The little girl whined, crossing her arms with a huff.

“Oh, well that’s not okay. Where’s your friend?” You asked, ready to scold a kid for being rude to this sweet girl.

“She’s standing right next to you.” The little girl said as if it was obvious.

Your eyes widened slightly in horror, and glanced to either side of you, furrowing your brows in confusion when you saw no one.

“She is?” You asked her, receiving a nod, “Uh… I don’t see her.”

The little girl started laughing and you faked a smile, scratching the back of your neck.

“No one can see her, she’s invisible.” She told you with a wide grin.

You understood immediately what she was saying, and felt embarrassed that you hadn’t caught on. You weren’t used to hanging around kids, and you weren’t really good at talking to them.

“Of course, how could I forget?” You asked the girl playfully, trying to will your cheeks back to normal color.

Luckily for you, the little girl’s attention span had her running away to a group of kids, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Why did that interaction stress you out so much?

Bucky’s face hurt from how much he was smiling, but he couldn’t help it watching you talk with the little girl. Something about seeing you with kids had his stomach full of butterflies. You made him feel like a nervous school boy with a crush.

“Hey doll, making some friends?” Bucky teased you, and you met his gaze, smiling warmly at him.

“I think so, the kids are adorable.” You told him, the kids even though they were difficult sometimes, they were precious.

“You seem good with kids.” Bucky acknowledged.

“Oh not at all, I was actually very nervous. I feel like I talk to kids like they’re dumb sometimes… And I don’t mean it— Of course not, I just don’t have like any experience with kids.” You rambled on, while Bucky thought you were adorable.

“Well, don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re better with kids then I am.” He admitted, though the kids he’d seen today had taking a liking to him, which warmed his heart.

It was quiet for a moment, the two of you taking in each other’s company. Then you thought of a random question.

“Have you ever wanted kids of your own?” You asked him, your question taking him by surprise.

Bucky hadn’t always thought of the idea, but he found his mind wandering towards the idea more, ever since he’d gotten close with you. Though he assumed it was impossible, maybe back in the 40’s. But after everything that had happened with HYDRA, he wasn’t sure if his body was physically able to.

“Never really thought about it.” He lied, “You?”

“I’ve never really gave it much thought either, but it would be cool to have a mini-me running around.” You admitted, though the overall idea of kids terrified you.

Bucky smiled at the idea of a miniature you, the idea warming his heart.

“Uh, so actually… I wanted to talk to you doll.” Bucky started, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“We are talking Buck.” You said with a giggle, the sound giving Bucky butterflies.

“No no,” He chuckled, “I mean about something kinda serious. Something that I need to get off my chest.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the word serious, watching his playful expression slowly fade.

“Oh? Is everything okay?” You asked him, growing concerned.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I just wanna talk.” He assured you, calming you with his genuine expression. "Come on, let's go on Sam's boat."

Bucky grabbed your hand, helping you stand. The two of you walked onto the boat.

You immediately started fiddling around with the helm of the boat, pretending to be at sea. Bucky watched with heart eyes, leaning against the doorway.

“You know…” He started, getting your attention, “I’m super proud of you. For how far you’ve come.”

You smiled at his praise.

“Wouldn’t be here without you.” You told him truthfully, he was your rock. Sam too of course. But Bucky was special.

“I’m always gonna be here to help ya, but you gotta give yourself some credit.” He stated.

“I do…” You started to argue.

“(Y/n)…”

“No I do,” You trailed off, getting serious all of a sudden, “But sometimes I think back when things were pretty bad and… Well you were there. I really do mean it— I wouldn’t be here without you.”

Bucky immediately knew what you were talking about, and he cursed his mind for remembering the haunting image so vividly. You had been at a very low point in your recovery, and you tried taking yourself out of this world. His world. His hands clinging onto your crimson covered wrists was an eye opener, that he didn’t want to live in a world where you didn’t exist. The very thought horrifying him to his core, his body frozen with dread.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bring it up I just—”

“No no, don’t apologize doll,” His voice wavered, “Just hate that you ever felt that way is all.”

Despite rehashing over rough memories, you couldn’t help your chest from feeling warm, seeing Bucky care so much about you, had you feeling fuzzy. He had been so protective over you since that day, and some would call it overbearing, but you found yourself feeling safe. You knew Bucky would stop anyone from even blowing a breath of air your way if that meant you’d be in danger.

Bucky recognized that warm glow in your eyes again, as you gazed into his. He took a deep breath, seeing as this was his best chance.

“(Y/n), I like you… A lot.“ He rushed out, and you were still smiling, no shock shown on your face.

“I like you a lot too Buck.” You shot back, stepping away from the helm and closer to him.

“You— Really?” He wondered if this was all his imagination.

Sam was right? Psh, no way.

“Really Buck. I’m not good at expressing emotions— feelings, or any of that stuff. But I do know that I always want to be with you, I always want you around, even if we aren’t talking to each other. Just knowing you’re near is enough.” You confessed, hoping that what you said made sense.

By the look on Bucky’s face, you assumed you said just the right thing.

“Doll, I’m crazy about you. You’ve got me wrapped around your tiny little finger, I’m yours.” He told you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

“Buck?” You whispered, cupping his face with your small hands, feeling him lean into your touch.

“Yes doll?” He whispered back, looking at you like you were his entire world.

Well, because you were.

“I think I love you.” You told him shyly, your cheeks reddening.

Bucky’s heart nearly gave out at your words, but he couldn’t help the overwhelming rush of joy that your confession had given him.

“I think I love you too doll.”

A/N: my ideas come to me at the most random times, this one came to me a couple days ago while I was eating cereal 🥴🤷🏻‍♀️

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[notafunkiller]

treat you better

Summary: Caught between playing the girlfriend of Bucky's younger brother and the unexpected allure of Bucky's genuine affection, you don't know what to do.

Pairing: (fake) boyfriend's brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: age gap (r is 26, Bucky is 38/39), teasing, pet names, language, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.7K

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A/N: This story will have around 4 parts, so this is just the beginning. And I also want to thank @marvelouslizzie and @lavenderhaze967 for their support!

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It’s hard to ignore how loudly he chews or how some water drips down his chin as he drinks between bites. For someone educated well, he has no manners.

“Come on, eat faster. He’s gonna come any second.”

You drop your fork on the plate and give him a look. As if! “I am not gonna do anything like that.”

He is his brother, not the devil. And he actually seemed pretty nice when you met earlier. The fact that William is so scared is funny.

“You don’t ever listen to me.”

“I wonder why.” Your sarcastic answer gets a sigh out of him before he stands up, throwing a napkin on the plate.

“I’ll take a walk.”

“And? Do you want my approval?” You literally couldn’t care less what he does or doesn’t. He’s annoying.

“No, I told you in case he comes down...”

You can’t imagine dealing with this version of him for days, or however long The Devil decides to stay. You snort. “Go ahead, take a walk. Take three walks, I can handle myself.”

He leaves without saying anything else, and you smile, scrolling on your Instagram feed. Fucking finally!

You don’t know how your families considered this a good idea. You are close to hitting him every day, but it seems like things only become worse and worse. You just wish you could just run away and never come back.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

You look up, jumping. It must be ridiculous to be so shocked since he’s the only one who could come here since William left. You let the phone down and wave to the chair in front of you.

“Please, this is your house.”

The Devil gives you a polite smile. Manners... at least one brother has them. “But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You won’t eat me, right?”

He gives you a look you can’t exactly decode, and that bothers you. You are good at reading people usually.

“No, love, I won’t eat you.” He sits down amused, and you stare at his arms as he reaches for the chicken plate without realizing. He’s... big.

“Bon appetit!” You smile.

“I didn’t say I won’t bite, though.”

You freeze, thinking he is flirting with you for a second. But it’s ridiculous, there’s no way. Everyone spoke so highly of him: how he is always serious, how he’d be against this whole arrangement. No way he’d flirt with his little brother’s girlfriend. “Is the chicken not enough for you?”

He laughs softly, and you can’t help but stare at him a little more. He shaved and has a small cut right under his chin. Jesus, he is really hot! The little dimple, the eyes and that nose...

“Do what do you do?”

“As in for work?”

“Yep.” He empathizes the p in a very childlike way, which makes you wonder even more how old he is. You should totally ask William later.

“I work for my parents’ company,” you whisper ashamed. You always hate when you say that out loud, but, somehow, it feels even more embarrassing now. You can feel his eyes on you, but you don’t look at him.

“What do you do there?”

“Basic HR work.”

“Is the payment that low?”

You snort. “What?”

“You sounded, so I assumed...”

“It is a little low, not gonna lie. But I mean, no nepo baby judgement…?” You hesitate because you realize you don’t remember his name. Fuck! You and your bad memory.

“What? Why are you blushing?” He leans in, placing his elbows on the table to get closer to you.

How horrible can this situation get?

“I just... can I ask something?”

“I don’t know, love, can you?”

You roll your eyes. You know what? He deserves it.

“What was your name again?”

He doesn’t seem surprised or bothered by your question.

“Full name? James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. Should I write it down in case you forget?”

He gently takes out a pen out of his front pocket and grabs your hand. You tremble a little as he starts to actually write his name on your wrist. The letters get a little smudged, but they’re still clear.

Holy fuck...

He’s warm, but not too warm, so you wait for him to let you go.

“Do you always carry pens around?”

“Only on special occasions.” He winks and gets back to eating, letting the pen on the table.

“How old are you?” You ask before you can change your mind as you keep staring at your wrist. He looks in his early 30s, and since he’s the oldest one, it would make sense.

“Didn’t Will tell you?”

You blush again. “You can see my memory isn’t the best.”

He sighs, suddenly shy and reserved, and you wonder if this is somehow a weak spot. But how would age be a weak spot for a man like this?

“Old.” He smiles. “Thirty-eight.”

You try not to look affected as your eyes drop instantly on his left hand. No wedding band.

And he notices.

“He didn’t tell you I’m single, either?”

You take a few slices of cucumber and eat them fast. “Why would he?”

“I’m his brother.”

You throat feels dry as you nervously swallow. “And I am his girlfriend...”

Bucky nods and immediately starts eating.

“That’s all?” You ask. “No threat not to hurt your brother? No background questions?”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-six.”

“I would have guessed twenty-five.”

You snort. “Really? I was told I look younger than that.”

Bucky shrugs in response. “I assumed you’ve been working for a while, and my brother likes them his age or older.” He pours himself a glass of water, and you watch him drink without any shame, not even caring if he notices. You’re already flushed, and he’s a good view.

“I guess I fit the standard.”

He bites his lip while placing the glass down and shakes his head. “Nope, actually you don’t, this is why it’s really interesting.” He smiles. “How did you two meet?”

“The office. He came with his... your dad and we met at an event,” you answer instantly. Your parents have already made up the story for you, and you had to practice it a few times to make it sound genuine, which was a real struggle.

“Was it love at first sight?”

You snort. “That doesn’t exist.”

“Attraction?”

You try to subtly take a deep breath and pray you’ll sound as convincing as you could. “Look, he seemed like a nice guy, good looking and smart. And he asked me out-”

“He asked you out?” His eyes widen in sheer astonishment. “He always waits for girls to ask him out.”

This is when you snap. What is this? An interrogation?

“And? He asked me out. People make exceptions sometimes, Mr...” you pretend you forgot his name again before you look at your wrist. “Bucky.”

“I understand. My bad, didn’t want to make you mad.”

You puff because his tone in everything but apologetic. “I am not mad!”

“No, obviously. Just like you didn’t pretend you don’t remember my name a second ago.”

You bite your cheek annoyed. “Do you not have something more important to do than this?” You gesture between you two.

Not a smart move, but you are exposed anyway.

“But this,” he copies your hands moves. “is fun. And I am just getting to know my little brother’s girl. Since we’ll live together and stuff.”

What?

“You plan on staying?”

Bucky raises his eyebrows. “Of course.” He smiles. “Where is William? I want to know more about how he asked you out.”

*

You can’t say you’ve been avoiding William, but you’re not necessarily enjoying his company. Since Bucky came, he’s been like a bomb, scared, annoyed, always suggesting you to move in his room because his brother will notice, but you brushed him off constantly.

Unfortunately, you can’t tell him to go away now, too, as he drinks coffee in his gazebo.

“Do you want to go out? For a walk or lunch,” he asks, his voice carrying a hopeful note 

“No, thanks.” You don’t intend to sound rude, but it comes out like this anyway.

His face falls, a subtle disappointment etched across his features, but he tries to hide it by taking a sip of his coffee. Instantly, a pang of guilt hits you.

“Look, I’m sorry, I just... I just don’t feel like going out.” With you.

“Well, you should at least try to make an effort, we should be seen together, you know?” he remarks, his tone slightly reproachful. You nod, realizing he must be also pressured by his family the same way yours pressures you.

“I understand. I assume they put pressure on you.”

He sighs. “Of course they do, but like I think it’s a good idea.”

“What’s a good idea?”

You know it’s Bucky not only by the way William stiffens, but you can also easily recognize his voice, and it’s hard to ignore how attractive you find it.

“To go out more often,” you quickly say, avoiding his eyes. “I told him he should have fun since work has been stressful.”

“What about you?” He casually drops on the chair between you two and takes a bite from his sandwich.

“What about her?” William asks, , his tension evident in his voice.

“Don’t you need some stress relief?”

“I’m alright.” You finally look properly at him as you speak. He’s wearing a white tank top and his disheveled hair adds to the casual allure. He’s so well-proportioned...

“Good.” He smiles and turns to William. “What’s wrong, punk?”

“Just work, you know? Business, you wouldn’t understand.”

You and Bucky snort.

“Sure, buddy, I wouldn’t understand.”

“Are you having siblings time? Should I leave?” you ask, hoping for a positive response.

“Babe, no need.”

You try not to cringe at the way the word babe sounds coming from him and force yourself to give him a polite smile.

“Please, babe, no problem.” You stand up waving, toward Bucky. “Bye.”

Their brotherly time didn’t last long, though. You take a short shower, and as you finish dressing up, you hear a knock on your door.

“You can come in.”

You expect to see William's face when the door cracks, but no, it's not him at all.

“Hi.”

You freeze.

“H-hi.”

Fuck, what will you tell him now?

“Trouble in paradise?”

“What? No. Uhm...” you look around. “What happened?”

“You sleep here, right?”

“Yep.”

He leans his back against the wall, and you can't help but notice how good he looks in those shorts. Jesus, it's like you haven't seen a man in your life.

“Interesting.” He laughs.

“What’s so funny?” You cross your arms, annoyed. He thinks he’s superior or what?

“You are telling me you two have been together for less than six months and you sleep here?”

The judgement and amusement in his voice piss you off even more, as if the situation you are in isn’t bad enough.

“Yes, and?”

“And?” Bucky comes suddenly closer to you. “Are you seriously asking that?”

“Yes! I don’t see what’s your fucking problem. How does where we sleep concern you?”

“Can’t a man be curious?” 

Fuck your curiosity!

“What if we didn’t wanna sleep together now and wait... does that make us less of a couple?” You let out your anger by screaming at him. You don’t think you’ve said anything more ridiculous than that because, sure, you respect everyone who wants to wait, but that’s not you. There's no way you'd get engaged or marry a guy without knowing what your sex life would be like. No way!

“I didn’t say that, but I know my brother, and he is not this type of person.”

You let a deep breath, finding it hard to take your eyes off his lips.

“What if I am?”

He doesn't answer you, simply moving his right hand to his back pocket and taking out a small perfume, then handing it to you. "I think this belongs to you."

Shit!

“Yes, thank you!”

“So you slept in my bed.”

The way he says it makes it sound like you had sex with him or something. But it still leaves you breathless.

You take the perfume from his hand. “Don’t worry, I changed the sheets.”

“See you at dinner, love.” He snorts, turning a little more toward you before opening the door. “You got taste, though. It smells wonderful.”

*

Maybe it’s the hunger or the lack of sleep. Otherwise, why would this make you angry?

“You look very well.” You roll your eyes as you imitate him before taking a sip of your water. Fuck him for coming here and disturbing you. It was enough you see him every morning and after work.

You hear a knock, then the door opens as soon as you put your bottle down. He didn’t even wait.

“Hi, love. How are you?” A few heads turn toward him and then you, and you groan.

“I’m well, thanks. Why are you here?”

Bucky shakes his head. “This is not a nice welcome.” And then he notices everyone. “Hello.”

You hear a few ‘hi’s, but he only focuses on you.

“Who are you waiting for?” You ask, and your thoughts immediately dart to Dana. He complimented her earlier, after all.

“My dad.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, keep it a secret. I don’t care.”

“I’m serious.” He snorts. “What has gotten you so worked up? Did you eat your chocolate bar today?”

You puff, trying to keep your annoyance under control. “What’s this question? Are you my mom?”

You can't lie, though. The fact that he noticed your daily chocolate bar ritual makes you happy. Today, however, you didn't have time.

“I can be your dad.”

That makes you gasp.

“Bucky!” you whisper, and he leans in. “We are working here.”

“And?”

“And go away, you disturb us.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and gets behind your back, dragging your chair away from the desk.

“Barnes!”

Jessica laughs behind you. “Such an older brother behavior.” she says casually, and you frown. You don’t want people to consider him your older brother. Well, it’s obvious why they do, but it still bothers you.

“I need you to come with me.”

You sigh. “Don’t you see I am busy?”

“Come onnn!”

You tell Jessica you’ll be right back and manage to take your phone with you before Bucky drags you by the arm to the hallway. Dana looks up, surprised, but this time he doesn’t even turn his head toward her, guiding you to his dad’s office. Dana looks up, surprised, but this time he doesn't even turn his head toward her, guiding you to his dad's office.

“You brought me here to be your babysitter? You are 38, not 8. I am sure you can wait patiently for your daddy.”

He closes the door, and you try to control your breathing. Why does he make you blush so much? It’s been one month since you two met, and he still has this power over you.

“You have a big sassy mouth, love, that is for sure.”

You cross your hands. “And?”

“And what?”

“You won’t even deny you brought me here cause you were bored?”

“Nope. Why would I?”

And there he is, getting closer to you little by little. You have to fight the urge to step back.

“Instead you talk about how big my mouth is...” you murmur and he snorts.

“Quite a big mouth for someone with thin lips.”

Well, that is a low blow. You don’t even have thin-thin lips.

“You’re an asshole.” You try to leave quickly, but he stops you instantly, realizing that made you mad.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way at all. You have a spark.”

“I am working. I do actually work, Bucky. It doesn’t matter this is my family’s company.” You try not to yell, but it’s hard. “I get you’re bored, but-”

“I am sorry.”

“For what?” You voice is a whisper, as you’re still trying to calm down. You’re surprised he apologized so fast.

“For being like a douche. It’s the opposite, I wanted your company because you are really nice and smart. I love our conversations. And you having a big mouth means to me you have an opinion and limits.” He takes your hand and squeezes it.

As he speaks, you can't help but feel a mixture of warmth and confusion. His sincerity catches you off guard, and the tension between you begins to shift. Maybe, just maybe, there's more beneath the surface of his teasing and provocation.

You nod. Maybe you overreacted, he never said anything offensive to you. And you appreciate his company in that house.

“It’s okay, I understand. I am surprised you are here, though.”

He doesn’t let go of you hand, so you don’t either.

“He said he has an offer for the office renovation.” He shrugs. “I cannot refuse without talking first. It wouldn’t be fair.”

You want to answer him, tease and maybe fish for more, but you hear the voices right outside the office and you let go of his hand immediately. As if it burned you, as if you were doing something forbidden.

William steps inside first, followed by his dad and your dad, surprisingly.

Bucky immediately gives you a look and takes a step back.

“You came!” His father welcomed him before turning to you. “Thanks for bringing him to my office.”

You realize this is your clue to go and you slowly walk to the door, intentionally ignoring your father. What shocks you is William grabbing your hand, the same hand Bucky touched before, and kissing your cheek.You realize this is your cue to go, and you slowly walk to the door, intentionally ignoring your father. What shocks you is William grabbing your hand, the same hand Bucky touched before, and then kissing your cheek.

“Thanks, babe.”

You have to clench both of your fists not to punch him in the face, refusing to answer him. You don’t know what bothers you more: the fact that he touched you so casually and called you babe again or that he did this shit in front of your families, and more important his brother.

You feel Bucky’s eyes all over your back and face and you can’t help but turn to look at him. He’s expressionless.

You shake your head. What did you expect?

You get back to your office a little grumpy and upset. Jessica immediately asks you if you’re okay, and you brush it off. Fuck your family, fuck Bucky, and fuck his brother.

But the meeting is surprisingly short since you have Bucky back at your desk fifteen minutes later.

You just can’t take a break, can you?

“What?”

“Shouldn’t you have lunch?” He looks around to emphasize his words, and you roll your eyes. You know everyone left but you.

“I have to finish a few tasks. Why?”

“Your boyfriend left the meeting halfway through cause he was hungry.”

You almost gag. You’ve never hated that word more in your life, but you can’t let him know that.

“And?”

“What do you mean and? Why are you not having lunch with him?”

“Because I have tasks to do!” You snap, irritate, while looking him in the eye. You obviously don’t want to talk about it, but he continues, seemingly unfazed.

“Is he gonna bring you some food?”

“No, we didn’t even talk about it. Can you leave me alone now?”

You are so close to crying for no fucking reason. You can’t let anyone see you like this.

“Prick! He should have waited for you.” He strokes his chin as he speaks, clearly annoyed with his brother. “Want to come with-”

“I’m fine. Had my chocolate bar.” You interrupt him, your voice steady despite the emotional storm within. Finally, he takes the hint.

“Okay, love, I understand. I’ll leave you alone. See you home.” He smiles politely and leaves, giving you the space you need.

Alone in your office, you let out a shaky breath, your hands covering your face as you start sobbing. It’s really touching how understanding Bucky is, even if he’s teasing you. It’s a precious reminder that, amidst the chaos, there's someone who actually cares about your well-being.

*

You wait for William to return from his lunch break, and as soon as you see him, you drag him to his office quickly

“Easy! It hurts.”

“Good, it’s supposed to hurt!”

“What did I do?” He genuinely asks.

“You fucking touched me. You kissed my cheek. Did I allow you?”

“What?” He raises his eyebrows. He doesn’t remember seeing you so angry before.

“I asked you when I gave you permission to put your hands on me!”

“I’m supposed to be your boy-”

“But you are not my fucking boyfriend! You don’t have the option to touch me unless I let you by telling you that you can. And you don’t even have to display a shitty facade because guess what? He doesn’t care.”

“Look, I didn’t mean to...”

“You didn’t mean to what? Get in my space? Take advantage of the situation?” The bitterness in your tone echoes your frustration. “You’re just a man, that’s what you do.”

“Not all-”

You laugh humorlessly, not even a little surprised. “Not all men, right? Well, I heard that one before. But you are officially in all-men category.”

You leave like a storm, letting the door open, and before you can get back to your desk, Dana calls your name.

“Hi, what happened?” You try to sound calm.

“You got a delivery and a note.” She hands them both to you and you can’t help but ask:

“A note?”

Who writes notes anymore?

“Yes.”

You take them from her desk, but you don’t enter your office. You want to read the note first, without Jessica’s eyes on you.

If you don’t eat, I’m gonna punish you... with my presence. So think twice before refusing :)

You almost cry again right there in the middle of the hallway. Fuck him! Just fuck him!

How are you supposed to stop thinking about him when he does this?

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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 7

Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, used to a life of luxury, takes on farm challenges in a bet with his father. Mud-stained Ferraris and a rustic farmhouse lead to unexpected personal growth, guided by the stern mentorship of Y/N, a farmer making his city-boy life difficult.

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Heart-Warming.

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Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7 , Chp 8 , Chp 9 ,-

As harvesting season arrived, the farm became a bustling hive of activity. Y/N took it upon herself to teach Bucky how to harvest various crops—barley, potatoes, and corn. Bucky, unfamiliar with the manual labor involved, struggled under Y/N's watchful eye.

Y/N, with her deep understanding of farming, didn't hold back. She pushed Bucky to his limits, demonstrating the relentless nature of the work.

Bucky swung the sickle in an awkward arc, nearly tripping over a clump of harvested barley. Y/N, standing nearby, couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Easy there, Bucky. The crops are the enemies, not your feet."

Bucky shot her a mock glare. "Well, someone needs to tell these crops that I'm in charge now."

Y/N smirked, "I think the crops are winning this battle." She gestured towards a particularly rebellious potato that had rolled away from Bucky. "That one looks like it's staging a great escape."

Bucky lunged after the rogue potato, and in his pursuit, he accidentally knocked over a pile of harvested corn. Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Careful, Bucky. We're not going for crop domination here."

Bucky huffed, "Who knew vegetables could be so cunning?"

Y/N teased, "You've never been outsmarted by a carrot before?"

Now attempting to corral the runaway potato, Bucky grinned, "Not until today, apparently."

Together, they loaded the truck with the harvested crops, and Y/N took Bucky to the factory to sell his produce.

Bucky, gazing at the neatly packed crates, felt a mix of accomplishment and sadness. "I can't believe I did this," he muttered, pride evident in his voice.

Y/N, steering the truck, acknowledged, "You've come a long way. But remember, this is just the beginning."

Arriving at the factory, Bucky's excitement was tempered by the impending debt repayment. "It's hard seeing the money go as quickly as it comes," he confessed.

Y/N, empathizing with his concerns, added, "Farm life is a constant juggle. It's not just about growing crops; it's managing the business too."

Seeing the exhaustion on Bucky's face, Y/N decided it was time for a break. Wanting to lift his spirits, she proposed, "How about we take a break from farming? I'll teach you how to ride Alpine. It's a good skill for handling the cows and sheep."

Bucky, eager for a change of pace, agreed. "Sure, I've ridden horses before, but handling other animals seems like a different ball game."

Y/N smirked, "Well, let's make it interesting. How about a little race? You and me."

Bucky's eyes lit up with excitement. "Now, that's something I can get behind. You're on!"

Then both of them heard a female voice "Bucky."

Both of them turn around. Bucky shock seeing his crush Kate is standing behind the gate.

Kate, the supermodel, stood at the gate, casting an unexpected shadow on the carefree atmosphere of the race. Bucky's initial thrill turned into visible tension as he hastily fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes.

Y/N, sensing the shift in mood, couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at Bucky's sudden self-consciousness.

Feeling a surge of discomfort, Y/N excused herself, leaving Bucky to face Kate on his own. As she walked away, she couldn't shake the inexplicable irritation bubbling within her.

Kate's charming smile, as she approached Bucky, masked the intricate calculations whirring in her mind. She had been privy to Bucky's infatuation with her before he vanished from the social scene.

Recognizing the potential benefits of a connection with the heir to one of the largest companies in the US, Kate played the game, letting him believe she was unattainable.

However, her carefully laid plans crumbled when Bucky disappeared without a trace. Undeterred, Kate used her resources and connections to track him down, eventually learning about his new life through his friend Steve.

Adjusting her strategy, she decided to cast aside the hard-to-get persona and adopt the role of a supportive friend.

Behind her friendly demeanor and supportive gestures, Kate's mind worked strategically. She aimed not only to rekindle a connection with Bucky but also to seamlessly transition into the role of his girlfriend.

Her calculated moves were a testament to her determination to secure a position in Bucky's life, now that he had resurfaced.

Bucky, taken aback by Kate's unexpected appearance, tried to compose himself. "Oh, hey, Kate. It's been a while, huh?"

Kate, wearing an expression of concern, responded, "Yeah, I was getting a bit worried. You vanished from the scene, and no one knew where you went. Are you okay?"

Bucky, feeling a bit flustered, scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, I'm good. Just needed a break, you know?"

Kate's eyes widened with faux surprise, "A break? I thought something serious happened. Steve made it sound like you went off the grid or something."

Bucky chuckled nervously, "Well, I guess I did, but it's been refreshing. Found a new way of life."

As Kate admired the farm's vast fields and rustic charm, Bucky tried to conceal the fact that this wasn't exactly what Kate had envisioned.

Nevertheless, he maintained a friendly demeanor, "It's a simple life, but it's peaceful. I find it relaxing."

Kate, looking around, hesitated before offering a diplomatic compliment, "Oh, yes, it's... quaint. I can see the appeal of a different pace."

Feeling proud of his newfound lifestyle, Bucky suggested, "Wanna ride Alpine and check out the animals?"

Kate agreed, trying to mask her reluctance. However, her expensive skirt wasn't the most practical choice for a farm adventure. When she realized the potential damage, regret flickered across her face.

Kate gracefully mounted Alpine, trying to maintain her composed demeanor. However, the unfamiliar scent surrounding Bucky caught her off guard.

His essence, now marked by the unmistakable fragrance of sweat and farm work, starkly contrasted to the polished and perfumed Bucky she had known.

As they rode through the fields, Kate discreetly held her breath, attempting to mask her discomfort. The rural aroma infiltrated her senses, making her regret joining Bucky on this rustic adventure.

She couldn't help but long for the lavish events and pristine environments where she and Bucky had previously crossed paths.

Suppressing her unease, Kate smiled and engaged in small talk with Bucky. Deep down, she calculated each word and gesture, determined to leave a lasting impression on the heir to the Barnes empire. Her plan to become the next Mrs. Barnes depended on it.

Amidst the forced smiles, Kate's mind raced. 'This wasn't what I signed up for. I envisioned a glamorous romance, not riding through dirt and sweat. But he's the Barnes heir, and I need to adapt.'

Arriving at Bucky's house, Kate's expectations collide with reality. The modest farmhouse stood as a testament to the simplicity of farm life. She couldn't help but wonder why Bucky, supposedly owning half the land, lived in such humble quarters.

If Bucky turned his head, he might have noticed the subtle surprise on Kate's face, mirroring his initial reaction to the farm.

Bucky, unaware of Kate's inner thoughts, proudly led her towards the house. "Here we are. Welcome to my little haven."

Kate, trying to maintain her composure, forced a smile. "It's... quaint."

Bucky, catching a glimpse of her expression, hesitated for a moment but quickly brushed it off. "Yeah, it's not the Ritz-Carlton, but it has its charm."

As they entered the house, Kate continued to assess her surroundings, her city-girl expectations clashing with the rural reality. Still excited to show her around, Bucky remained oblivious to Kate's growing disappointment.

Y/N, engrossed in her tasks, huffed as she distributed hay to her horse. Toby, stopping by with honey from his grandparents, handed it to Y/N, who promptly thanked him and handed over the payment.

Toby, curious, mentioned seeing Bucky with a famous model named Kate Hasting. Y/N, unfamiliar with Kate due to her lack of social media presence, tilted her head in confusion. Toby, enthusiastic, informed her about Kate's status as an 'It girl.'

Y/N, intrigued, stopped her work and focused on Toby. "Hasting?" she queried, contemplating the revelation.

Toby nodded, "Yeah, that's the one."

"Hmm, interesting," Y/N murmured, her curiosity piqued.

Noticing Y/N's interest, Toby continued, "Yeah, she's a big deal on social media right now."

Y/N, still puzzled, questioned, "Why is she looking for Bucky?"

Toby shrugged, "No idea. Maybe she likes him or something."

Y/N, maintaining her nonchalant demeanor, Y/N responded, "Well, that's his business, not mine."

Toby chuckled, "True, but it's kinda exciting, don't you think? The city coming to our little farm."

Y/N smirked, "Exciting or not, I've got work to do. Thanks for the honey, Toby."

Toby waved as he left, leaving Y/N to ponder the unexpected arrival of a city celebrity to their rural haven.

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Van Helsing Retold - five

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

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“I think I know where they are.”

John’s eyes immediately pierce the shaking hunter and he narrows them when the hunter doesn’t elaborate.

“David didn’t tell you that Helmut was found with his heart ripped out,” the hunter stumbles over his words as John pushes to his feet, “neither of them could’ve done that. It had…”

“Another vamp,” John finishes his sentence, “who?”

“I’m waiting for confirmation but I think it was either Natasha Romanoff or James Barnes. I have scouts out looking for both as well as searching any known safehouses as we speak. I should know within the hour.”

John circles the man and hums along, “and why did you come to me now? Why didn’t you wait for confirmation?”

The hunter tenses as John comes to stand directly behind him, “I’ll need a team ready to go once I get word. I thought it would be better to get your approval.”

There’s a beat of silence and the hunter silently prays to every god known to man that he made the right decision.

“My team will be ready in 30 minutes.”

“Your team?”

John circles around to face the man, “I will be the one to get her back and put a bullet in the blood sucker that took her.”

There’s an odd look in Bucky’s eye when he looks at me but he always looks away too quickly when I catch him. I want to question him about it however the pressing reality of our situation keeps me from doing it.

When I awoke with a hoarse throat and aching eyes, Sam almost immediately came in to tell me that we would be going before Steve and his guard in two nights to plead my innocence. I tried to tell him that doing that was the worst plan possible considering my hand was still an issue. He gave me an empathic look before shaking it away and telling me that Bucky was going to fix it before we left.

The memory of last night and my conversation…maybe a dream… with Bucky last night came flooding back. All I could remember is that he’d told me that he was going to go through with giving me his blood but there’s a block after that. It’s frustrating not having full access to your own memories but then again, I don’t know what’s beyond this stone wall.

All I could remember is since we were mates, he would heal me.

He would die more than likely as a result of the bond between us being cut off but I would be healed.

I wouldn’t be a vampire.

I would be okay again.

My hand pulses and throbs as I tear my burning eyes from the wall. I must have been staring at it. I’ve been doing that a lot; staring at walls, staring at my hand, staring at Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky.

There’s a knock on my door and the person waits for me to answer. I already know it’s him, having been able to feel our bond growing warmer when he’s near. I’m getting better at deciphering what it’s telling me, although it seems like it’s not going to matter much longer.

“Give a second,” I tell him as I clamber off the bed and throw on my coat and boots. He’s more than likely going to tell me that we need to leave so I might as well be ready.

I open the door and he nearly falls into me. He must have been leaning against it and he quickly catches himself on the frame.

“Are you re…” the words die on his tongue, “we’re leaving.”

“Sam said you were going to fix this,” I say as I wave my hand around, “before we left.”

He stares down at me for a moment before snapping at me, “before we get there, that’s what I said.”

“What crawled up your ass and died?” I scoff at him as I push past and march down the hallway.

He mumbles something and I know for damn sure he didn’t say what I think he just did, “come again?”

Harsh blue eyes pierce me as he prowls down the hall towards me. The bond pounds deep inside me, so loud that it drowns out the sound of my heart and for half a second, I forget that I even have one. I can’t hear his, he doesn’t have one but something tells me that the pounding bond is very much a surrogate for his still one.

His boots make solid hits to the floor and it everything is muffled expect for the bond. It all sounds like my head is being held under water as he comes to stand only a foot away from me. It’s not close enough.

He needs to be closer.

He needs to be touching me.

He needs to be against me.

“I said you’re my problem.”

My jaw drops but a gasp doesn’t fall out like it normally would. The air has been stolen from my lungs due to sheer shock.

“I’m the problem? Me? I’m the fucking problem?” I sneer at him, taking a step closer as he takes one step back, “You’re the one who gave me a massive concussion, killed Helmut, and then dragged me to some safehouse and for what? Because of some bullshit bond that connects us? Because you believe that fate has chosen us to be mates? Because you think that I have feelings for you? All I feel towards you is a the burden of our bond and I can’t wait to get rid of it the moment that you stop my turning and can fucking leave me alone.”

My chest is raising and falling rapidly as I seethe with anger but there’s something wet falling down my face. Tears, I realize are flowing from my eyes however once again, I don’t know why. I have no reason to cry. I have no reason to care that the connection that is thrashing around inside of me like a starving animal locked in a cage. I have no reason to care about him and whatever reason that I might find is locked away behind that stone wall inside my mind.

“If you’re so eager to get rid of me, here,” he shoves a vial filled with a dark liquid towards me, “don’t drink it until after I meet with Steve. It won’t be a good look for you if I drop dead while trying to convince him that you didn’t kill his mate.”

I turn the vial over in my hand while he deliberately avoids me as he stalks away. It’s his blood, I realize, the anti venom and the cure that would stop my turning. He gave it to me. He just gave it to me. In training, we’d been taught that there was an anti venom but the how was always a mystery. No one really gave an answer as to why we weren’t taught about how the process worked but it was implied that if we didn’t have a way out, then our only option was to not get infected. A part of me thought that the vampire needed to be present but if Helmut had a vial of Peggy’s blood, then clearly she didn’t need to even be alive.

Maybe beyond that mental block lies a girl that wants Bucky to be with me when I take the anti venom. She wants him to be there to guide her through the steps and hold her through the agony that will undoubtedly come. She wants him to be there so when he feels that breaking, that severing of their bond, she can provide him with the same comfort. She needs to be there when his body can’t handle the bone crushing effects of their disconnect, when his heart stills even more than it already has and it shatters. She needs to be there when the warmth that usually lives inside of them both dies out and it freezes him. She needs to be there when he takes his last breath.

But she won’t.

I won’t be there because I don’t care.

Seeing images of a target is completely different than when you see the subject in person. Steve is a truly menacing presence with his larger than human body and blood thirsty look to his pale eyes. They’re similar to Bucky’s in their coloring but they’re soulless. There is nothing beyond the need to consume all those who have a pulse in the room. Bucky’s hold a certain humanity that I hadn’t seen in a vampire before; there is warmth, kindness, sadness, admiration…love in his eyes.

Steve’s heavy stare is on me the second I walk into what appears to be his office. I’m placed between Sam and Bucky as we approach the lounging leader of vampires but he straightens when we stop a few yards from him. He’s dressed in a navy blue suit with only a simple white shirt under and a gold pendant decorates his neck. A short grey speckled beard has grown over his jaw, giving the impression that he’s aging. I know better than that though and I keep my eyes trained on him. He’s toying with a gold pinkie ring as he watches us.

Bucky steps ahead of us and my hand twitches to reach out for him. I shove both into my jacket pockets to stop myself. Sam is watching me from the corner of his eye and I glance at him, flashing a small smile to show him that I’m perfectly fine. The two vampires are speaking in hushed voices and the only indication that it might be a tense conversation are the looks that Steve is throwing at me over Bucky’s shoulder.

“John was the one who killed my mate?” his baritone voice rings out through the silence as he eyes me, “and you brought her here for what? To prove it?”

“She was with her mentor, Sam Wilson when the attack happened. Her Guild Master was unaccounted for,” Bucky offers.

Steve shoots a searing look to him before dragging his gaze back to me, “How many have access to your room?”

I scoff, “excuse me?”

The vampire rolls his eyes, “Whore or not, you should know better than give access to your room to anyone.”

Bucky tenses and so does our bond.

“No one,” I grind out between clenched teeth, “Not even Sam is allowed in without permission.”

Steve cocks an eyebrow and turns ever so slightly to Bucky before speaking to me, “So only you have access to your stakes then?”

“Well yes…” I trail off for a moment, remembering what Bucky coached me to say, “but all Guild members are required to give the Guild master access to our rooms so it’s possible for someone to take some of my stakes.”

“But you don’t know for certain?”

“I’m not exactly back in my room, now am I?” I snap back before I can stop it and Steve lets out a monstrous laugh.

“So you want me to believe that the Guild master stole one of your stakes and killed my mate, the woman who murdered your mother? Did I get that right?”

Bucky goes to speak but Steve silences him with a hand, “I want to hear her.”

“There are a lot of vampires that claim to have killed my mom, I tend to not believe every one that I hear,” I shrug, not daring to look away from Steve, “as for John, he’s always been threatened by my Van Helsing name and has thrown me to the wolves too many times to count. I wouldn’t put it past him to try and frame me for this; it would definitely mean my death and get rid of me for good.”

Steve makes a low hum in his throat, “And if I were to ask your Guild master himself, what would he say?”

Sam and I both stiffen, a mistake that he catches and smiles at. He snaps and two vampires emerge through the door, dragging a bloody human behind them. The blonde man dropped unceremoniously on the ground and he does nothing to help himself as he falls flat onto the ground. The groan and following curses that fall from his busted lips are all too familiar.

Goddamnit.

John weakly pushes himself up onto his knees and falls back onto his haunches with his hands resting atop his thighs. The moment he lays his eyes on Sam and I, they fill with a stormy force that threatens to unleash itself onto us.

This isn’t going to be good for us.

“Asking him is useless,” I quickly say, taking a step forward, “someone could persuade him to say whatever they wanted.”

“Same could be said for you,” Steve shoots back, “maybe I should just kill the both of you and solve all of my problems. wouldn’t it?”

“Killing us both might satisfy you now but in the long run, the thought of never knowing who did it would gnaw at you. Wouldn’t you rather get justified revenge on the one that took your mate?” I know I’m pushing my luck as I try to manipulate him. He’s watching me intently as I slowly approach him and we’re both aware of what I’m doing but he lets me. Bucky is frozen at his side and refuses to look at me. He keeps his gaze on Steve and only lets it flicker to John if he makes a noise. We all learned just how observant Steve is seconds ago.

“Who are you to speak about mates?” Steve snarls.

Shit that was the wrong move, I’ve pissed him off now. I raise my hands in surrender, “I meant no harm. I only meant to show my understanding and empathy. Humans can’t have mates but it’s love all the same. While I can’t understand what it’s like to lose your mate, I can understand what it’s like to lose someone you love.”

Steve’s snarl turns into yet another smile while confusion whirls inside of me. There’s a knowing look in his eyes that wasn’t there before. What does he know that I don’t?

He can’t possibly know that my mom didn’t die that night.

Or that I do have a mate, right?

“Our bond is more than your fickle human love, Van Helsing. You of all people should know that your emotions are subject to change the moment the wind changes direction.”

The fuck does that mean?

The door pushes open again behind us and another human stumbles through. This time it’s a woman. She too is bloody and dropped as if she’s trash to the floor. She doesn’t push herself up as quickly as John did but I’m guessing it’s because she’s older. Grey hairs streak her dark hair that’s wild and unkept although it’s braided back. Barely lifting herself up, her face is swollen and covered in blood but there’s a familiarity beneath it all.

“Mom?” I hear myself gasp out as she locks eyes with me

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— hiraeth —

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, tiny bit of miscommunication

Summary: The view of the sunset from your floor kept bringing Bucky back to you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Wrote this and edited it. Goodnight.

*the feeling of being homesick for a home one is not able to return to; homesickness pertaining to a home that never was*

You never realised the way the sun settled itself in between the two buildings, lodged between them perfectly as if it was always supposed to be there. During sunset, it would slowly make its way down the buildings, reflecting in the windows to glare into your floor in the Tower. The warm hues of the sun poured into your room like honey at dawn. You tended to bask in the light for a few minutes before pulling your tired body out of bed and the comforts of your blankets. 

You only noticed the coincident position of the sun when Bucky had pointed it out to you with an outstretched arm, metal finger glinting as he pointed and used it to outline the spherical shape of the sun. Perfect view he had said with a crooked grin, circling his finger once more before dropping it. You had shook your head and told him you never even noticed. He had shrugged and told you it was alright, that sometimes you just needed a new perspective. He had a way with little details, pointing out a crack in the tile that was shaped like a heart or a butterfly with a spot that seemed to form an outline of a star. 

Your friendship grew and blossomed the more time you two spent together. He would end up in your apartment at dawn, sprawled on the couch you had gotten just because of his fascination of watching the sun set. His hand would always stretch out and a finger would trace out the sun. You found yourself sitting next to him the second time he ditched the movie playing in the living room to watch the sun set. Slowly it became a tradition for Bucky to come into your apartment floor and watch the sun set between the buildings. 

It started off as a weekly occurrence. You had granted him full access to everything on your floor, apart from your art studio, and he was thankful for the permission. He was a bit reluctant to use your floor, but steadily started showing up as he pleased. Sometimes you would get back from a late night at the lab and find him staring at the sun kissing horizon or dozing off in your living room. It started becoming a daily occurrence and you were sure Bucky was spending more time in your apartment than his own. 

You had seen his apartment; the plain walls, couch, and mattress making your heart ache for him. The emptiness of the floor made you want to cry for him, empathize, but he had merely walked into his closet and grabbed his sweater. He deliberately changed the subject when you had tried to bring the minimalist layout of the floor, sending you a quick smile that pained your heart even more; it was missing in his eyes. 

You were dancing around an idea—an idea that was either genius or stupid, no bits in between—that you had yet to form into a sentence. The thought seemed like a good one when it first came to you, seeing Bucky walk into your apartment with an ease that made your insides warm. He had lounging gear on, sweatpants and a short-sleeved shirt, and was brushing his hair back with a quick sweep of his hands. He had glanced over at you in the kitchen nursing a mug of tea, grinning and letting out a good morning, doll. 

It had been months since then and you still hadn’t found the courage to ask Bucky your burning question. You were going to ask. You were. 

“Bucky?” You called out, turning your head to look at the blue-eyed man beside you. His eyes were trained on the sun, a low hum emitting from his throat as he adjusted his arm to be thrown behind you on the couch. You waited for his eyes to flicker to your face once before continuing. 

“I was thinking,” you started, nervously wringing your hands together on your lap and looking at them, “you spend so much time here. In my apartment, on this floor, I mean. I was wondering, if it wasn’t too much to ask, I would like… I mean, it’s not like you have to, but I would like it if you just—”

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Bucky cut in hurriedly, eyes wide and frantically flicking around. “I didn’t realize—I’m so sorry.”

“Wh—what? Why?” You were beyond confused at his reaction. 

“I shouldn’t’ve been coming  around so often. Of course, you wanted your space—shit. I’m so, so sorry, doll. I knew you were too sweet to say anything—I just—it sorta just became a habit to come here, I guess. I can—I can stop comin’ over everyday. I know it might’ve bit much so—”

“Bucky,” you interrupted gently, placing a hand over his knee to grab his full attention. His nervous eyes met yours almost instantly, his guilt clear in them, and his cheeks tinged pink with colour. 

“Doll, I’m—”

“Bucky,” you stressed, squeezing his knee to stop him from apologizing again, “that’s not what I was going to say.” Bucky’s eyes flooded with relief, eyebrows furrowing when he seemed to grasp the fact that he had no clue what you were going to say then. 

“Oh,” was all he could get out, the pink tinge in his cheeks getting darker. “Then—then what were you sayin’?”

“I was saying that you could move in, here, with me?” You withdrew your hand from his knee, noticing that it was still on him. Unconsciously, you wrung your fingers together and started fiddling with them, licking your lips. His lack of response was making you rethink the whole ordeal. Perhaps you should have kept that thought locked away, hidden from the tip of your tongue. Maybe your floor didn’t mean as much as you thought it did to him. 

“I mean, it's your choice. You just seem comfortable. At ease. I don't know. You don’t have to, but you seem to like it here more than anywhere else…” you trailed off, seeing his face break out into a grin. 

“Doll, I would love to move in with you,” he said, dropping his arm from the couch and weaving his fingers through yours to force your hands apart. He let his thumb brush over your fingertips, grasping your hand tightly in his and finally interlocking your pinkies. “I was thinking something too.”

“Were you?” You murmured, slightly disoriented by the way his other hand creeped up your calf and landed on your knee. He hummed, nodding as he looked down at your intertwined pinkies. He slowly unlocked your pinkies and laced your fingers together, lifting your conjoined hands and twisting them so that he would place a sweet kiss on your knuckles. 

“I was thinking, what if you become my home?” He let out a content sigh. His next words were carefully chosen, unhurriedly pouring out of him. “Wherever you are, home is. It’s not the apartment that brings me to ease, doll, it’s you.”

“Bucky.” You willed yourself not to cry. 

“‘M serious, doll. Be my girl.” He kissed your knuckle again. “Be my home.”

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[missacidburn928]

When Inspiration Strikes...

You go with it and start a whole bunch of new stories. Regardless of the crystal cave full of WIP's you already have.

Click keep reading to see what's in the works thanks to my muse. (i may be doing my first eddie munson fic 😵)

JEANS by Jesse Reyes:

Say It Again

Mafia AU: Enforcer!Bucky Barnes x POC!MafiaHeiress!Reader “Sunny”, Hitman!August Walker x POC!MafiaHeiress!Reader “Sunny”

Summary: A tug of war of sorts has begun between two of the most feared men this city has ever known. All because you refuse to choose one over the other. Why would you when they’re both the best you ever had.

Let the games begin.

I get conceited when you say that I'm the best, say it again.

Take Me To Bed

Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

Summary: A night at the clubhouse turns debaucherous when a certain ex shows her face.

You fit

Better than a pair of jeans, baby

Fill me up better than a feast, baby

Antsy by UPSAHL

Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader

Time After Time

Summary: Both "losers"/outcasts/freaks. Both looking for a way to escape. To numb the reality of your life. You find it in each other. Fuck buddies for years. You both have had partners and just pause when it happens. Unable to commit to any one other than each other. Until one day your over being antsy and just say fuck it and make the decision to make this something more.

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain?

When toxic shit tastes just like candy

And love might be lit, but I'm scared of what it might demand of me

No wonder I'm antsy

No Wonder

Avengers AU. Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader “Serenity”. Tony Stark x Mutant!Reader “Serenity”. Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader “Serenity”.

Summary: Found Family. Former addict. Used to use to help suppress your empathic powers. Can turn emotions into forms of the elements. Found by Clint and Nat. They’re very protective of you. You're in a situationship with Tony, Steve and Bucky. Things become too much when Tony finds out about Bucky's involvement with his parents death. Sending your world into chaos.

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain?

The world is on fire, I'm so fucking tired

And equally wired, so

#poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #alpha jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller smut #angst #smutty smut smut

[mellowpiepizzalamp]

First time

Summary: You and Bucky have your first time together after Tony’s birthday party.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, my rubbish writing (it’s a warning), more fluff, smut, fluffy smut, bucky being an absolute simp and angel.

Word count: ~2700 words

Walking down the stairs step by step into the giant ballroom rented by and for Tony for his birthday. All the staff was invited and the usual people that came to a birthday. (Almost) everyone had a date and Bucky had asked you to come. 

Tony told you to wear the most beautiful dress you had because; 1. It was his birthday and 2. He said you needed to impress Bucky. You and Bucky were already dating for 

A little over a year and Tony knew that but always made that kind of comment. You and Bucky still hadn’t sex and only shared passionate kisses every once in a while. It was okay by the both of you but lately, things got more passionate. 

People were amazed at the fact that you were living together too. You hadn’t done it yet because you were still focusing on Bucky’s repair of his mental health, it kept getting better and he felt like his old self again. 

You were so proud of how he was doing and told him that every chance you got. You sought Bucky in the crowd and locked eyes with his steel blues in the middle of the room.

Tony, who was at the microphone announcing the activities, broke off mid-sentence to turn everyone’s attention to you. He might be one of your best friends, but sometimes you really hated him. 

“Y/n don’t stress ‘em, keep looking at that piece of eye candy you managed to conquer,” he said and the crowd laughed. 

“I was planning on it,” you whispered more to yourself than to anyone else. As you reached the bottom of the stairs where Natasha bid her arm as support due to the last being higher. You let go of her arm and thanked her silently and continues to walk towards Bucky. 

All the dates made their entrance like that, but now Tony made more comments than ever. You and Tony had a long history, going back to when you were close to death and he saved you, leading you to join the avengers when they discovered you were an empath. 

It’s how you met Bucky and started dating within a few years of knowing each other. Now, a year later, you’re walking toward him and still got butterflies. This night was perfect already as you kissed him softly and waited for the music to start as the last date came down the stairs, a man in a suit with the trousers replaced for a skirt of the same material. 

You two danced the night away before and after dinner. 

“Bucky, after this song I really need to go to the bathroom,” you said softly. He nodded and when the song finished he didn’t let go of your hand and walked with you to the lady’s room. He patiently waited outside and held a few men wanting to go in out of it, knowing their intentions and knowing they weren’t good. Once you finished and walked out you took his arm with a smile and walked over to tony. 

“Y/N! Bucky!” Tony drunkenly said and skipped over to you. 

“Hey! Are you okay?” you asked as he smiled the smile he had when he was drunk.

 “Yeah, yeah, we wanna go to McDonald’s but Pepper says we can’t,” he grumbled like a baby. 

“Why not?” you asked and looked for Pepper and found her in two seconds standing next to him. 

“He can’t just leave his own birthday party,” she said. 

“No one’s talking to me who isn’t going with us,” he argued. 

“What if you announce it?” you suggested and Tony agreed. 

“Fine, but I’ll do it, you’re too drunk.” Pepper walked away to the stage before grabbing everyone’s attention and said they were heading out, but everyone could stay as long as they want. 

The group (Steve and Bruce without dates as they didn’t have one in the first place, Thor and Clint with dates they picked up at the ball, Nat going with Wanda, Tony with Pepper and Bucky with you along with a few others who decided they were still hungry.) 

Steve and Thor weren’t familiar enough with the computers to order so they went to the checkout. Bucky was really hungry but didn’t want to be the only one with a lot of food, but when he saw the receipts and the time it took to order for the two blondes he didn’t mind anymore. 

“Y/n, I don’t know how this works,” he whispered in your ear. He noticed a few men in the kitchen looking at you and he wrapped an arm around you protectively. 

“Bucky, I don’t want them, I want you, and I need to know what you want to eat,” you said without looking away from the screen. 

“What you’re having, I don’t know anything from the menu,” he said and kept glaring at the men that were ogling you. 

“No, I can feel that you’re hungry and stop looking at them Bucky, I am in love with you, not them. So, turn your attention to me,” you said and grabbed his chin, knowing he didn’t listen. 

“What?” he asked. 

“Give me a gentle kiss, please,” you told him more than asked. He leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss, but it still being light. you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. 

“I only want you, please remember that. Now, what do you want to eat?” you asked again. You helped him through the menu and he ordered what he wanted as you put in your usual order, chicken nuggets, fries and a milkshake. 

Once you paid for your order you joined the others at the higher table in the restaurant. The table was small for the big group and people were sitting on each other’s lap. There was only one stool left and the first thing Bucky did was sit down and pull you in his lap. Bucky joined the conversation between Sam and Steve as you started talking with Pepper and Wanda. Pepper sitting in Tony’s lap and Wanda in Natasha’s. 

As your food arrived, Bucky had you wrapped in his arms. As you were leaning over to talk to Wanda and Pepper, you unknowingly ground your bum against Bucky. You only noticed when he grabbed your thigh and now continued a little on purpose. 

You could feel him growing against you, revelling in the feeling. You all eventually finished eating, people started to go home, including you and Bucky. He kept you in front of him to hide his situation. 

“Did you have a good time?” you asked as you got in the car and tried to find a good radio station. 

“Absolutely, you looked wonderful tonight by the way,” he said and headed to the highway. Just as he said that Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton started playing. 

“What a coincidence. I love this song,” you said and turned up the volume. As your hand pulled away from the volume button his hand caught yours and he brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles. You returned the gesture and he placed his hand on your thigh. 

One you arrived at your shared house you walked in and threw your keys on the table and walked toward the bedroom, his hand in yours as you led him. J.A.R.V.I.S. turned on the cozy lights. 

“J.A.R.V.I.S. can you put on some slow music and leave this room tonight?” You asked. 

“Yes, of course Madam,” his voice sounded through the room and a little ding indicated he was gone. 

“I had a splendid time tonight James,” you said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Me too,” he smiled and put his hands on your hips. You reached up and kissed him. It was slow and passionate but also very gentle. 

“I’m ready,” he whispered as he let go for a second. 

“I know you haven’t done anything more than kiss me or tease me a bit, but I’m ready. I’m doing fine now and you have nothing to worry about,” he said and kissed you again. 

“I’m ready too,” you whispered and smiled at him. 

“Can I take the jacket off?” He asked and when you nodded he slid his jacket he’d gives to you off of your shoulders. He laid it on the bed bench as you let you hair free from its position. Bucky kissed you again with a smile as he looked at you. “I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispered. 

“And yours only,” you whispered back. 

“Can I-“ You broke him off gently. 

“You can do anything, if I don’t like it, I’ll tell you,” you smiled. 

“As long as you tell me, I’ll stop immediately,” he said with a smile. He kissed down your neck and collarbone and slipped off the band of your dress. He went back to your lips and did the same with the other strap. 

He returned to your lips once again, but pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around your back so his hands could pull down the zipper. The dress fell down and you stepped out of it, Bucky picked it up while keeping eye contact and laid it over the jacket. He grabbed your arms and held them in his wide front your body so he could admire all that he could see. 

“You’re stunning,” he said. You smiled and pulled him in softly by his tie and loosened it during the kiss. You took it off and started on the buttons, struggling with a few, him helping as he laughed softly. When all the buttons were loose and your eyes went wide at the body that was revealed you slid the fabric off him. 

“Wow,” you gasped. You weren’t thinking about how fit he was and how you were the opposite. You weren’t thinking  ‘what if he doesn’t like my extra fat?’ Because you knew he loved you as you were deep down. Bucky covered his face to hide his blush and you were quick to pull them away. 

“None of that, come here with that beautiful face,” you smiled and peppered his face in kisses. He laughed softly and lifted you with ease and walked over to the bed and laid you down. 

“You’re wearing too much, take that off,” you demanded playfully and he slid his trousers off and put it on the bench too. You were laying diagonally on the bed as it was the only way you both fit with all head and toe on the mattress. You made out for a long time, hands exploring each other. 

“Y/n, I love you,” Bucky whispered. 

“I love you too,” you smiled and attached your lips again. Bucky kissed doen your chest, following the line of your bra and reached behind you to take it off, failing to get the hooks unhooked. 

“Let me help,” you laughed and detached it. He peeled it off you and threw it aside, immediately starting to kiss and suck your nipple. You let out a breathy moan as his other hand toyed with your other hardening nipple. After he’d given your other nipple the same treatment, he moved down your body, leaving a trail of kisses over all your insecurities. 

Slowly, he removed your panties after admiring how the fabric covered your skin. He kissed along your thigh, lower stomach, and everywhere except where you longed for him. You were already shivering from his light touch, but you needed more. You parted your legs for him, an invitation four him to come closer, which he gladly did. He attached his lips to your clit and sucked lightly, making you make sounds that were music to his ears. 

He parted his lips more and sucked harder, rubbing that that was in his mouth with his tongue heavenly. His hands rose  up your body to your breasts as he fondled with them until you shattered. Calling his name like a prayer. He carried you through your orgasm until you stopped him and sat up. 

“Take this off love?” You asked and he obeyed. You pushed him to lean back on his hands as you sat in his lap, both now fully undressed. 

“You’re the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen,” you whispered. He looked up at you, lost for words and only love in his eyes. You kissed his lips, down his neck and to the skin where it fused with the vibranium. The rough scars were still there but a lot less red than they used to be. 

You averted your attention towards his abs and eventually to his dick. You stroked along the length, which had surprised you when you first saw it, and you were still stressing about how it’s supposed to fit. When your thumb went over his tip, Bucky let out a whiny moan. 

“You okay?” He asked softly between heavy pants. 

“Yeah, dunno how it’ll fit though,” you smiled. 

“It doesn’t have to go all in,” ge smiled and kissed the top of your head as ge dat up. 

“Do you mind if we use some lube? Not that I’m not turned on or anything, I just don’t want it to hurt,” you said softly and he nodded. 

“No problem, do we have any though?” You reach behind you for your nightstand and in the back of the drawer was a little tube of lube. You squirted a small amount on your hand and spread it over his cock, leaving him panting again as you rose your hips and lined him up with your entrance. 

You had already discussed with him why you wouldn’t be needing condoms and would only use them if he really wanted to. You got checked before youo started dating him and hadn’t done it with someone else since, and you were on the pill long before you began dating him. 

You slowly lowered your hips and he guided your hips and kissed you to ease any discomfort. When you were all the way down, you stayed like that for a while, just going back to kissing him and roaming his body. 

You were amazed by the voluptuous abs on the beautiful man under you. You traced the muscle slightly with your fingers while starting to slowly rotate your hips. He wrapped you up in his arms, holding you like you were the most fragile thing in earth. 

The kiss wasn’t a kiss anymore as it was more a mess of open mouths and breathy moans. He was already nearing his climax when you were just starting to build yours. He laid you on your back and started to thrust slowly in and out of you while showering you in compliments. 

One hand traced from your chin past the valley of your breasts and down your stomach to eventually rub your clit. You sighed out in pleasure as the speed of his fingers increased. 

He kept slowing his pace when he felt you clench around him, for him being a signal you were close. This continued for a long time until you both were so close every time he tried ti slow it wouldn’t help anymore. 

“I’m close,” you whispered. 

“Me too,” he whispered back. His lips went to your breadths and sucked your nipple and increased speed again. 

You moaned his name again and again until you climaxed again. Since his mission of letting you cum first was succeded, he let go too. Your hands in his hair scratched his scalp so good than it was easy to let go. When he came to a stop, you smiled at him with an after sex haze your eyes. 

“You’re divine,” you said. 

“You too,” he said and lifted you off the bed. 

“Where are you taking me,” you laughed. 

“I’ve got to clean you up,” he laughed and put you on the bathroom countertop. 

“Oeh cold,” you said when you made contact with the marble. Bucky pulled out and cleaned up with some tissues and got a pair of underwear on you after washing you lightly with a washcloth. After he rinsed the cloth you took it and cleaned him too.

He laid you down on the bed and joined you, laying his head between your breasts, calming him down and lulling him to sleep. You soon after followed, not before whispering to him how much you love him.

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

"fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you — i love you.” with Bucky Barnes 💗

pairing: bucky barnes x maximoff!reader

a/n: thank you so much for your request! if anyone else wants to participate, here’s the instructions

12 days of christmas - day 2

Bucky’s civilian life was more of a hermit one than excitement filled one. It was both one of constant surveillance by his therapist and staying inside his home; it was particularly bad during the holidays and after a walk, he had been arrested by the police, blaming him for missing a court mandated therapy session. In his defense, the last thing he wanted was to have to deal with passive aggressive remarks for two hours; yet, looking back on it, the last he wanted to do was to spend the holidays in a cell.

      - Barnes, you’re up. - the guard opened the cell for him. Great, now he probably would have to handle Sam. Perhaps, spending Christmas in jail was not that bad. 

He dragged his feet down the aisle, awaiting to see Sam’s face, but instead all he saw was a maroon dress followed by a familiar face. He continued with a scowl on his face, surely Sam had gotten her to come by instead and probably was waiting in the car for him to give him yet another one of his cheat life lessons. The guard smiled at Y/N before pretty much shoving him her way, yet maintaining the same smile. The Maximoffs surely knew how to charm someone, and Y/N Maximoff was no exception.

       - Where’s Sam?  

       - With Sarah and the boys. It is the Holidays, Bucky. - she smiled, as she always did. No matter how many passive aggressive remarks he had, she just always continued to smile. 

Tony Stark had once called her a professional empath, the balance of the Maximoff triplets who seemingly just enjoyed ensuring everyone was happy. Bucky found it strange; he knew she’d been a HYDRA experiment like him and her siblings yet she refused to let anyone know what she could do and was yet to be affected by the cynicism both Wanda and him had fallen victim to. 

       - So you paid my bail?

       - You promised you’d help me get a Christmas tree. I can’t do it by myself. 

       - What about your sister?

       - Wanda’s with Vision looking for a new place. Besides, she’s not as fun as you.

       - I doubt a 100 year old man without an arm is funner than the witch who can do whatever she wants with magic. 

        - I think you are much fun. 

Outside the weather was incredibly cold, cold enough to freeze someone and Bucky wondered why couples would want to walk outside when it was this cold. Yet looking to his right, and seeing her smile as she walked down the street towards the pile of Christmas trees, maybe, maybe he understood why. He tried not to dwell on it. She was just nice, she was nice with everyone and after moving to the same building as him, she’d become nicer. However, she was nice to every single neighbour of theirs. 

      - What about this one? - she pointed to a particularly short one, a bit rounded but much shorter than every other one. - I think it’s cute.

      - I think it’s shorter than you. 

      - Bucky, c’mon. It’s cute, I want this one. 

      - You sure? - he looked at the tree again, turning to look at the salesman who just shrugged. - Don’t you want a big tree?

      - I like this one. - she crossed her arms, making Bucky chuckle. - Could I have this one?

He really did try to dislike her in the beginning. She agreed with Sam most of the times, Steve adored her and even Tony, who disliked most people Steve liked, was fond of her. He found no reason for her to put up with him, he was much older than her, he fundamentally had a different outlook on life. However, whenever she looked at him with those eyes, full of hope and ... some emotion he couldn’t read, he couldn’t help but love her. Not that he’d ever tell her. Not that she’d ever love him back. It was just something for him to know, for him to whisper to himself at night.

      - The short, fat one? - he said once again as he attempted to bring the tree into her living room. - Why?

      - It’s not fat. - she took her scarf off. - It’s chubby.

He mumbled sure under his breathe, placing the tree on the corner of her living room. Her flat was much more of a home than his, she’d taken her time making it comfortable to her, decorating it with as much love as she had. He looked at the photos on the walls - several from her childhood, brother and sister; however, a small one in a frame by the kitchen caught his attention. God, he could barely remember that day with Sam, yet there it was, a photo of the three of them. 

     - Do you want some tea? - she returned from her bedroom. - I have chamomile, mint, green, black, blueberry and Wan got me some from her trip to Europe with Vis. 

     - Did Sam tell you to bail me out?

     - I think Sam’s a bit busy playing Santa to constantly watch over you, Buck. White or Christmas mug?

     - How did you know then? - he ignored her question.

     - I care about you, Buck. Besides, Sam changed your emergency contact to me a very long time ago.

    - It’s not your obligation to constantly watch over me, you know?

    - I know but we’re ... we’re friends, right? That’s what friends do. 

    - We’re not friends, Maximoff. Just because we were tortured by the same people does not makes us close. 

    - We weren’t tortured by the same people, considering I wasn’t alive in the 40s. 

    - You know what I mean, Y/N. You chose to go, I didn’t. - stop, he yelled mentally to himself.

    - I didn’t chose to go. - she turned around, crossing her arms. - I didn’t chose to go, I didn’t willingly go to die, I had no choice. I know you’re defensive and I know you don’t want help but I don’t deserve having to listen from you that I willingly chose to be used and tortured. 

Fuck, Bucky. That was not good. 

    - Sorry. - he mumbled. 

    - I don’t know why you don’t like me. - she confessed. - I don’t know what I’ve done to make you say those things to me or to hate me. 

    - I don’t hate you. 

    - Because I’ve never been rude to you, or mean to you and I know you don’t want to be helped but I thought maybe you’d like to have someone. 

    - I like to have someone. 

    - Then why do you keep pushing me away?

    - Because ... well fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you.

   - Hide what?

   - I love you.

She stood frozen on her ground, her cheeks flustered with heat as she held onto the marbled balcony of her kitchen. 

   - Oh ...

   - And I don’t deserve you. Shit, Maximoff, how would I even ... how could we even ...

   - You know ... some people take someone on a date first.

   - People these days are very slow with emotion deciphering. 

   - I still would like to be wined and dined first. 

   - Oh ...

   - Yeah ... so are you gonna ask me on a date Barnes?

#bucky barnes

[missvelvetsstuff]

Cold Hearted

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky x reader x Natasha(past), Reader x ????

Chapter 2

Warnings: swearing, angst, cheating, Sharon sucks, Steve is an idiot

It's 5am and Bucky met Steve and Sam for their morning run. Bucky grunted out "morning" and Steve rolls his eyes.

"How long are you going to be mad at me, Buck?"

Bucky looked sideways at him "You really don't want to get into this where we are likely to run into other agents."

Sam chuckled, Steve snorted "Both of you need to adjust your attitude. I'm with Sharon now, she is a better partner for me. Get over it-"

Steve was cut off when Bucky slammed him into a tree, his metal hand around Steve's neck. "I told you you don't want to do this here." He rasped into Steve's ear. Then dropped him and jogged away with Sam leaving Steve to shake his head and turn back to the residence building. Steve went to his quarters to get Sharon on the way to the gym.

BB woke up feeling somewhat refreshed but anxious about dealing with the new dynamic. Seeing Steve and Sharon together wasn't going to be fun but she wouldn't let them push her out of the team and job that she loved. After her time in the red room and everything she was forced to do, being a 'good guy' and helping others gave her a small sense of pride over how she turned her life around.

It was a bit later than her usual wake up but she figured she could pass for a day or two while coping with this transition. Bucky and Nat were gone. He probably went on his morning run, BB giggled at the thought of the tension between him, Steve and Sam this morning. Then she choked up and tears started forming.

BB had always been very sensitive to others, almost empathic. It had been a helpful tool in the red room, being able to figure people, targets out easily but also her greatest challenge because she had to stay cold while hurting people as they begged for mercy. She had developed a 'mask' for work that would be helpful now, BB refused to let Steve or Sharon see her cry or stumble on the job.

BB took a long hot shower, reminding herself to thank Tony for the endless hot water and rainfall shower head, and tried to clear her head of all the drama. When she was dried off she put her hair out of her face and dressed in yoga bike shorts and a sports bra to do some exercises in the gym before breakfast.

BB steeled herself, donning that mask and pushing her emotions down. If she could get by without people constantly asking if she was ok, or looking at her with pity in their eyes, for the day then she knew it would get easier with time. Every part of her missed Steve, his smile, his laugh, the way he looked at her like- she shook her head. This isn't the time to go down that path now is the time to prove that they didn't break her. If the red room couldn't do that then Steve and Sharon couldn't either.

BB opened her door to find some boxes had been left there. When she looked she realized it was more of her stuff from Steve's room. She felt the tears and took a deep breath, 'good' she thought to herself, 'saves me the trouble.' And put them in her sitting area before heading to the gym.

BB, like Nat and the other widows who 'graduated' had been given a version of the serum Bucky had but it wasn't as strong. It made them stronger, faster, enhanced their senses and allowed them to heal quicker but Hydra wanted to make sure the widows weren't too big or muscular because the ability to seduce a target was vital for them.

Sighing, BB headed to the gym, hoping unrealistically that no one would be there. She stopped in the kitchen for water and it was empty.

When she arrived at the gym, she could see movement behind the frosted glass and wiped a hand down her face to wipe all emotions away.

The first face she saw was Sam, working a bag. He smiled gently and raised his eyebrows, "Hey BB! How you doin?"

He looked like he might reach out and hug her but she smiled the best she could and put a hand up "I'm fine. Got a late start so need to get moving"

BB was touch starved and also had a fear of any kind of intimacy after she escaped the red room with Yelena. It took two years of platonic friendship with Steve before she would let him hug her. Bucky and Nat were the only exceptions thanks to their history.

BB moved towards the treadmills, started her music, put her earbuds in and started at a slow jog, working her way up to a dead run. She kept going until she was breathing heavily and sweating up a storm. She wouldn't have stopped but Nat caught her as she almost collapsed.

"I know you need the distraction but don't hurt yourself moya lyubov(my love). We need you on the team. Sit down and drink some water."

BB panted heavily "I didn't, didn't mean to. Got lost in the music" she looked down "and my thoughts. I can't make any sense out of what happened"

Nat smiled at her "You know as well as I do that some things just don't make sense. Especially when it comes to emotions."

Steve came in with Sharon on his arm laughing about something. He saw BB and froze, feeling guilty about how things went down. Sharon was right about his reputation and influence but he really loved, did love BB.

Sharon pulled on his arm "Come on, Stevie, let's get this done so we can go to lunch. Then we need to talk to whoever handles PR to smooth over things and announce our engagement." She looked at the ring on her left hand and sighed, pleased with how everything was falling into place. She saw him staring and when she realized it was BB he was looking at, she pulled him in for a wet kiss, looking at BB to see her reaction.

BB gasped softly then wiped the sweat from her forehead and went to work on the weights with Nat spotting her.

Nat was glaring at Sharon and thinking of ways to kill her and dispose of the body. As a widow she was well versed in all the possibilities but figured that would be too obvious. The ways that she would torture Steve and Sharon in the coming days would be beautiful.

"Don't take more than you can handle BB. Hurting yourself won't help anything."

BB sighed "I know, I know. I need to get out of here for a few days. I know Sharon is going to do everything she can to twist the knife. I don't know why she hates me so much."

Nat smirked "Jealousy. You were accepted into the team even after your history and even before the latest drama, no one but Steve really liked her. You were with Steve who she thinks is her right. She acts like shes entitled because she's a Carter. She's gonna learn."

Everyones phone buzzed with a text, Tony calling them in for a meeting in 30. BB groaned and went to take a shower and put on some shorts and a t-shirt with slippers on her feet then headed to the conference room with Nat.

Bucky was already there speaking softly but angrily with Tony "God damnit, Tony, you can't do this to her especially not so soon. Why can't Nat go with him? Or send BB with me."

Tony shook his head "You think I don't know how fucked this is? I'd send him and his whore packing if I could. Fury specifically said BB and Steve. I tried to argue but you know how he is. Like a dog with a bone. It's only a couple of days, she can handle it"

Bucky shook his head "I know she can handle it, I just don't think she should have to. Why can't you send Sharon with him?"

Tony scoffed "You know she doesn't have the skills or temperament for a mission like this. Besides they would be too busy screwing around to do this right."

Nat and BB sat together and Bucky came to sit by Nat when he finished with Tony. Steve and Sharon came in and as usual she was all over him like an insecure teenager. BB refused to even look at them rolling her eyes at how obvious they were. Nat held her hand and squeezed, BB squeezed back and gave her friend a small smile.

Tony cleared his throat "Alright kids, simmer down. Got a couple of missions. The first is an easy 2-3 day in and out for Rogers and Y/L/N. The other is another Hydra raid that will take the rest of the team"

Sharon smiled and pulled on Steve's hand "Stevie! How exciting, our first official mission together."

Tony scoffed "Uh, no. You're not part of the team. Honestly, I don't even know why you're here. I'm sure Fury or Hill have something for you to work on but until you are cleared to be an Avenger, you wont be joining any of our ops. Unless we get really desperate." He smirked at her

Sharon whined "But Steve said-"

Tony snapped "Do I look like I care what he said? You'd both be gone if I had my way but for now, remember your place." He thought for a minute "In fact, an apartment of your own offsite might be a good idea for you two."

Sharon huffed and looked at Steve "Steve, are you going to let him treat me like this? I'm not comfortable with you going on a mission alone with her"

Steve rubbed the back of his neck and softly told her "I don't want to get into it with everyone here, when I get back I'll talk to Fury. You can trust me"

BB scoffed "Where have I heard that before?"

Sharon snapped at her "Don't be a sore loser."

Tony slammed his hand on the conference table "Agent Carter, if you keep up like this you won't be welcome in the Avengers living quarters anymore. We have to live and work together. Antagonising members of the team doesn't help."

Sharon smirked "I'm living with Stevie so it would be kinda hard to ban me"

Tony glared at her. "Watch me. Final warning.

Now that that's done. Here are the details on your missions. We leave first thing, be on the tarmac by 5am." He handed out folders to everyone.

BB looked at the folder in front of her like it was a snake that would bite her. How was she supposed to go on a mission alone with Steve? For 2 or 3 days which means some kind of overnight. She groaned, maybe some time at Clints after this mission would be a good idea.

As everyone got up to leave Steve approached BB "I think we should talk before we go. I know I handled this poorly but I do care about you and would like to be friends. We still have to work together."

"Unless you do the smart thing and leave the team" Sharon threw in.

Steve scowled at her "Sharon I need to discuss this mission with BB. I'll meet you back in our room."

Sharon bristled "I don't trust her alone with you."

BB rolled her eyes "You have nothing to worry about, I wouldn't touch a liar and cheat. I told you he's all yours."

Sharon smirked before she left the conference room.

BB looked at Steve coldly "As for you, we are not and will not be friends. I could never trust you again, I'm not even comfortable trusting you to have my back on a mission but I don't have much of a choice.

We are co-workers, not friends or anything like that. You will address me as Agent Y/L/N or just Y/L/N and any interactions will be mission or team related. Do you understand, Captain Rogers?"

Steve sighed "Fine, if that's how you want it but I'll be here if you change your mind."

"Don't hold your breath, Captain"

They went on to discuss the mission and work out their plan of attack. BB needed to get close enough to the target to slip a roofie in his drink and get the safe key he keeps on a chain around his neck. Once that's done she had to get to the safe, get the drive in it and download all the files from his laptop, then destroy them. Steve would be outside and only get involved if BB got into trouble she couldn't handle. When they were done planning BB walked out without a word.

When Steve got back to his quarters Sharon gave him an earful.

"Stevie I can't believe you let them treat me like that. I don't care if they're friends with her or don't like me or what you did. They need to get over it and accept that we are together."

Steve sighed "Sharon you have to realize that everyone needs a little time to get used to the changes. You'll see, give them some time and they will love you and be happy for me."

Sharon pouted "I guess. I just wish I could go on this mission with you. She says she doesn't care but I don't believe her. You'll be alone together and she'll dress up in some slinky seduction dress. I'm really uncomfortable with it."

Steve kissed her "I know baby. When I get back I'll talk to Fury about keeping me and her separate as much as possible."

Sharon smiled "And?"

"I'll talk to him about having you join the team. I'm sure it won't be a problem. Come on sweetheart, let's go get lunch."

They went to lunch at a nearby diner and Sharon was all over him, more than Steve was comfortable with. "Sharon, tone it down a bit. You know I'm not comfortable with such overt public displays of affection."

Sharon whined "Are you ashamed to be seen with me? I've just missed you so much, I need to feel you."

Steve backed down but didn't realize there were photographers outside, taking pictures of them through the windows.  At least he didn't know until he saw a flash and heard multiple cameras inside the diner. He tried to cover his face, close the blinds but Sharon just smiled, pleased that some press had shown up after her rushed text to a friend at the Times from the bathroom before they left the compound for lunch.

The paps were still there when they left, asking questions about his wedding to BB that had just been announced, and being so openly affectionate with Sharon Carter in public.

Steve groaned a 'no comment' and carefully moved past them. He didn't want to invite a media circus into the Avengers lives but it looked like that desire was irrelevant. He knew the news was probably already online and would be all over the gossip pages faster than he could spit. A messy situation just became a disaster.

BB ate lunch in the common room with Bucky while they waited for Nat to finish with her trainees. He had made BLT's with fresh tomatoes he picked out at the farmers market on the way back from his run this morning, because he knew how BB loved them. Once Nat showed up they all sat and ate while watching stand up comedy to make BB laugh.

They were cleaning up the kitchen when they received a text from Nick Fury, 'urgent meeting right now'

Nat rolled her eyes "Now what? We better go, don't want to raise Nick's blood pressure"

When they arrived at the conference room they could see Steve looking flushed and uncomfortable while Sharon had a shit eating grin on her face. The trio sat down and waited for the rest of the group to sit and stop talking.

Nick looked angry, everyone felt apprehensive over the situation. He slammed a news paper with a picture of Steve and Sharon on the table and took a deep breath

"I go away for a few days and come back to this fuckery. What the hell is going on Rogers? You and your new girlfriend? Fiance? Don't care. You are all over the web and a number of evening editions of print newspapers. Yesterday they printed the announcement for your wedding to BB. I don't like surprises and I really don't like dealing with your personal drama so you need to back down. I don't know why you couldn't wait a day or two and coordinate with Public Relations before slobbering all over each other in public. Now half of the web is calling you a cheater and liar while the other half is offering BB suggestions on how to kill you. The good news is that I don't think BB needs any help on that front.

I don't know what brought all this about but you are meeting with a PR rep this afternoon. They will help you coordinate the response and you will do what they tell you while we clean up your mess. People trust you Captain Rogers and something like this makes everyone question that trust. Question what kind of man you really are.

And before you ask, No. Sharon Carter won't be joining the Avengers, the current team has a good chemistry and she doesn't have any abilities or skills that would make it worthwhile to mess with that. I'll let you know if anything changes on that front.

BB, I'm sorry kiddo but you need to talk to PR too. They will help you craft a statement to address all this.

You are all still leaving bright and early, Rogers and BB's mission is time sensitive since you have events to attend tomorrow night and the next morning. I'll leave you to it" and he strode out of the room.

BB spent an hour with a PR rep on a statement. Some bullshit about how Sharon was always Steve's soulmate and once she was found alive, BB couldn't get in the way of their love. She would miss him but wished them both the best.

Steve and Sharon were there all afternoon because Sharon was never satisfied with any of the versions that were written. She was very concerned about being made the bad guy and kept trying to squeeze in wording that made BB look bad. No one was happy with the final result but it was the best compromise they could come up with. More bullshit this time about Sharon risking everything for her love and fighting to return to the states during the blip.

Nat ordered dinner for the three of them and they ate in BB's room. They tried to talk her up, convince her she could handle the next few days. BB wasn't convinced but appreciated her friends efforts. They slept in her room again. BB had her head on Bucky's chest and Nat spooned up behind her. She was restless and the nightmares were relentless except now it was Steve and Sharon standing over her, laughing as she bled out.

Chapter 3

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x sharon carter #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff #bucky x natasha x reader(past) #bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #Cold Hearted #steve rogers fanfiction

[fic-finders]

Hi ummm im the anon who like just asked about a bucky barnes x reader series where reader is a mutant empath with healing powers, I apparently didn't look hard enough as I just found it, its called the barnes' au by agentofkrypton

No worries! I actually didn't see this until now. I also have this series on one of my fic recs!

Previous ask

Hi! How are you? I hope good! 😁 I'm looking for a bucky barnes x reader series where the reader is a mutant who is an empath has a healing factor and can heal others but she gets their wounds and pain. Plus later on reader and bucky have kids a son, a daughter, and then twin girls. Also near the end their son ends up with Sam's daughter and their eldest daughter ends up with one of Wanda's sons

The Barnes' au by @agentofkrypton

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes series #enhanced!reader #james bucky barnes

[squirrelsjunegloom]

June Gloom 2021

Wednesday - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sleepless

Cuddle Bug - can be read as stand alone

Tea and Turkish Delights

Bliss

Thursday - Baron Zemo x Reader

The Empath

The Medium

The Insights

The Pain

#SquirrelsJuneGloom #the falcon and the winter soldier

[fatecantstopme]

I’ve Made Mistakes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Empath!Reader

Summary: Bucky has made mistakes in his life. Many of them weren’t his fault. While he can’t seem to forgive himself, you’re a different story. You see him for who he really is and his past doesn’t matter to you. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, canon trauma, SMUT, praise kink, unprotected sex (P in V), oral (F receiving)

18+ ONLY KIDDOS. 

You woke up alone in bed for the third night in a row. It had been a few months since the last time this had happened. You hadn’t mentioned it to him, but you were really starting to worry. You decided you couldn’t ignore it this time. 

You climbed out of bed and made your way out into the living room. You could feel his presence, but more importantly you could tell he was distressed. When you entered the living room, you expected to see him on the couch, or maybe even laying on the floor like he used to. What you didn’t expect was to see him curled up in the far corner of the room with his head between his knees. 

“Bucky?” you called softly as you moved towards him. 

He lifted his head to look at you. Even in the darkness, you could see his eyes were red. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head and took a seat on the floor in front of him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shook his head. His eyes were trained towards the floor and he closed himself off as much as he could. He didn’t want to burden you with his pain. 

“We can just sit here together, then.”

His eyes met yours and he shook his head. “I don’t want to keep you up. You should go back to sleep.”

“Not a chance, Barnes.” You moved to sit beside him and you rested your head against his shoulder. “If you’re hanging out on the living room floor, then that’s where I’ll be.”

He felt his heart clench. He didn’t deserve you. He knew it. He’d tried to make you see it, but you were insanely stubborn. No matter what he said or did, you stayed. He’d pushed you away a thousand times, but you always pushed your way back in. You’d won his heart...what little bit of it he had left to give. “You’re too good for me.”

You chuckled softly. “I’m good to you. That doesn’t mean you’re not deserving of it.” 

He sighed. Your ability to read him was downright terrifying, even without your empathic abilities. 

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours before Bucky suddenly started talking. “I thought the nightmares had stopped. I thought I was better. But the last few nights, I’ve been having terrible dreams.”

You didn’t say anything, partially out of fear he would stop talking. 

It was a few minutes before he continued. “These ones are different. I’m not dreaming about my past as much anymore. These are...almost worse.”

You were intrigued. “Worse how?”

“You’re in them.”

The tone of his voice, mixed with the overwhelming feeling of terror rolling off of him, was enough to tell you what he meant. “I’m right here, Buck. I’m okay.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

You looked at him in confusion. 

“I’m afraid you’ll stay even when you shouldn’t. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. I’m terrified I’ll do something worse.” 

You laid a hand on his arm, squeezing the metal affectionately. “You’re stuck with me, Bucky. That much is true. But there’s no reason for you to be afraid of hurting me. You never could.”

He caught the emphasis on the word ‘you’, but it didn't change his mind. “I’ve hurt so many people, doll. Even when I wasn’t him. Who’s to say this will be any different?”

“As it so happens, I’m the one who says so. Besides, the trigger words don’t work anymore. You’re James Buchanan Barnes through and through, no matter what. And I happen to have faith in him. I trust him...and I love him very much.”

Bucky turned his body to face you. “What if your faith is misplaced?”

You gave him a small smile. “It’s not.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I see you, Bucky Barnes. Every part of you. I feel every emotion, every desire, every fear as clearly as if they were my own. I know all of you, I see all of you, and I love you all the more for it.”

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He’d always loved you. From the very first moment you’d met, he’d known you were special. The last two years had solidified his feelings, but his self-doubt always had a way of creeping back in. But right now, in this moment, all he could feel was your love for him and his for you. “I love you, (Y/N). With everything I have.”

You smiled and kissed his lips gently. “I know.”

He pressed his lips against yours with a little more pressure. He leaned his forehead against yours when your lips separated. 

“Come back to bed, love,” you whispered. 

He looked at you and nodded. He pulled himself up before helping you off the floor. He let you guide him back to your shared bed. 

He collapsed onto the bed, but you remained standing. 

“What’re you doing, doll? Come to bed.”

You shook your head. “In a moment.” You went into the bathroom and emerged a few moments later in a silk robe. A robe you had most definitely not been wearing before. 

Bucky cocked his head to the side and took you in. “Baby?”

You walked to the edge of the bed, untied the robe, and let the fabric fall to the ground at your feet. You stood before him, completely bare, and he let out a low groan. 

“What are you doing, gorgeous?” His voice was low and husky, desire evident in the way he looked at you. 

“I wanna make you feel better.” You climbed onto the bed, crawling up his body slowly until you reached his lips. “Would you be okay with that?”

He let out a soft moan. “I’m more than okay with that.”

You chuckled and pressed your lips against his. He leaned into the kiss and his hands found their home on your hips. You pressed down against his pelvis, feeling his already hard cock against your core. He groaned softly and flipped you over with ease. He had his shirt off and tossed across the room before you could even protest. 

“Babe, I’m supposed to be making you feel better.”

He nibbled on your ear lobe and chuckled deeply, sending shivers down your body. “This does make me feel better.”

“But I wanted to make this about you.”

He pressed his lips to your neck and licked your sweet spot. You let out a breathy moan and arched your back. 

“Your pleasure is my pleasure. Your happiness is my happiness. Besides, you’ve already made me feel better. Now I just want to show you how much I love you.” 

You sighed contentedly. You could feel the truth behind his words. His love for you radiated from him. It was the one emotion he could never hide from you even if he wanted to. “I won’t complain,” you murmured. 

He grinned. “Good girl.”

Your eyes widened and you groaned involuntarily. Apparently it was going to be that kind of night.

He kissed down your body, spending time with each of your breasts before sliding down between your thighs. He spread your legs as wide as he could and  let out a hot breath against your soaking core. 

“Bucky...”

He chuckled. “I’ve never seen such a pretty pussy before.” He slid a finger through your folds, collected your juices, and sucked the finger clean. “Even more delicious than I remember.”

“Buck,” you warned. 

“What, baby? I can’t enjoy my sweet pussy?”

“You know I hate it when you tease me.”

“No you don’t, doll. You’re just impatient.” He licked a stripe along your folds. “But tonight, I’ll be nice.” With that, he dove into your pussy, eating you out like it was his last meal. 

You cried out, pressing your hips up into his mouth. It didn’t take long for that coil to build deep in your gut. You wanted--needed--more from him. “Bucky,” you whined. 

“What do you need, doll?”

“More,” you moaned.

“More what? You’ve gotta use those words, sweet thing.”

“I need more of you.”

“Like this?” he asked as he slid a finger into your pussy. 

You gasped. “More, please.”

He slid in another finger. 

“Baby...”

He grinned. “Tell me what you really want.”

“I want to feel you inside of me, Bucky. Please.”

“As you wish, doll.” He pulled himself up and slid his sweats off quickly. His cock was throbbing and aching to feel you around it. He lined himself up with your entrance. “Are you ready?”

You nodded. 

“Are you sure? Because I can wait--”

“I swear, so help me god, James--fuck!” He sheathed himself completely in your tight pussy with one single thrust. You gripped his biceps and gasped for breath. 

“Shit, baby. You’re always so tight for me. You feel so good and I haven’t even started moving yet.”

You groaned. “Please move, Bucky. Please.”

He let out a low growl. The pleading tone in your voice made him feral. You needed him and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to deliver. His thrusts began slowly, building up to a steady pace. “Holy--baby, you’ve gotta stop squeezing me or I’m not gonna last.”

“Can’t help it, Buck--feels so good.”

He grinned. He loved making you feel good. His chest swelled with pride at the mere thought of being the one to give you this pleasure. “Doll, I need you to focus for a moment, okay?”

You looked up at him with lust-blown eyes. The brilliant color almost seemed to glow in the darkness. 

“Don’t cum until I tell you to, okay?”

“Bucky--”

“What did I say, doll?”

You nodded. “Not until you say so.”

“That’s my good girl.”

You moaned and your head fell back against the pillows. His praises always went straight to your core. You were pretty sure he praised you for his pleasure as much as your own.

“Do you know what I love most about this sweet pussy?”

You couldn’t speak--the pleasure was too much. 

“That she’s always so needy for me. Soaking my cock, dripping all over the bed...fuck, baby...best pussy I’ve ever had.”

You dug your nails into his back and struggled not to cum. 

He could see how difficult it was for you, the focus evident on your face. If he was honest, he would admit he was struggling too, but he had to make this good for you. “That’s it, gorgeous. Squeezin’ my cock so tight. My favorite place to be is right between these sweet legs. 

The praise was unbearable for you. “Bucky, please, I need--”

“What do you need, doll? Tell me.” He grinned wolfishly as he angled his body differently and slammed into your g-spot with each thrust. 

“Oh god!”

He chuckled darkly. “Not god, sweets. Just me.”

You gasped and squeezed your eyes tightly shut, desperately trying to stop your impending orgasm. “Buck, I can’t--please.”

“Just a little bit longer, baby. You can do it. Be a good girl for me.”

You clung to him as he pounded you into the mattress like his life depended on it. He could feel your concentration slipping and he knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He leaned closer to you, his thrusts never faltering. “Do you wanna cum, baby?”

You nodded fervently. 

He knew you were too far gone to speak, so he decided to give you what you needed. “Cum for me, sweet girl.”

He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you came with such force it sent a tidal wave of pleasure into his body, triggering his own orgasm. “Fuck, doll.” 

His thrusts slowed down as he worked you both through your highs. Moments later, he collapsed on top of you, his softening cock still buried inside of you. 

You ran your fingers through his hair, too spent to move anything else. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you too, sweets. So damn much.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his big body. 

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. I like it.” 

He smiled and kissed your chest. “Good, because I don't think I can move yet.”

You laughed. “Take your time, handsome. I enjoy holding you for once.”

The conversation lapsed into a comfortable silence. You thought he’d fallen asleep when he finally spoke again, “Thank you, (Y/N).”

“For what?”

“For believing in me. For trusting me. For loving me. For all the things I never thank you for.”

“Your love is all the thanks I need.”

He lifted his head to look at you and he smiled at the expression on your face. He had no idea how he’d gotten so lucky, but god knew he wasn’t going to waste a single moment with you.

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shut everything out : b.b

during one of tony's infamous parties, sam decides to play a game with everyone - using you, the newest recruit to delve deep into the minds of your fellow avengers. yet, when you reach bucky, what you see isn't exactly as you anticipated.. (1.5k)

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Being the newest member of the Avengers meant you would become a spectacle for a while, something no one had quite prepared you until you were thrown in at the deep end during one of Tony's infamous parties.

"Meet our newest recruit, Y/n Yl/n." Tony smiles brightly as he extends his arm toward you, waiting for you to join him in front of the crowd that has gathered.

Hesitantly you weave through those in the crowd, muttering apologies for brushing past them and hearing their internal comments. "This is the newest member?" One woman thought to herself, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'd like to take that one out for a trial run." A man laughed at his own remark when you placed your hand on his upper arm to move past him, only to quickly pull away at that thought process and sense of lust wash over him.

Standing in front of everyone, you could barely focus your vision on all the eyes trained on you. Tony continued to introduce you whilst you blocked everything out, trying to listen to your own thoughts rather than invade everyone else's.

"-so, Y/n, wanna say a few words?" Tony turns to you, holding the microphone forward. After a moment of silence, Tony glances over to Natasha who lowers her head. She warned Tony it would be too soon to bring you up like this, but he insisted it would be fine.

"It's too soon," Steve mutters to Bucky who fidgets in the corner of the crowd, having been practically dragged to the event in the first place by Steve. "Nat warned Tony, but of course, he didn't listen." He sighs heavily, watching you like a deer caught in headlights.

Your grip on the microphone intensifies, an echo of your shaky breath bounces across the room. "Hi," You force back your nerves, despite the fact, everyone has clearly seen them. "I would just like to say thank you to Tony, and the Avengers for taking me on and allowing me to be a part of this." Smiling over to Tony, he gives you a curt nod, encouraging you to continue. "And I won't let you down." It sounds forced, evidently so based on the expressions from those in the front row.

Yet, a round of applause catches you off guard, followed by flashes from cameras and Tony's arm around your shoulders. "You did great, Y/n." He tells you truthfully and squeezes you lightly, trying to gain a genuine smile from you for the cameras.

Leaving the stage, Natasha quickly approaches you. "Wanna drink?" She chuckles, guiding you to the bar.

"I need about ten to forget that." You admit, seething as you think over what you said, how it sounded like you were at school.

Within seconds, a drink is served and half of it is down your throat. You place the empty glass down, requesting another whilst Natasha still sips her first one.

"Sorry," You nervously laugh into your second drink. "thirsty."

"Well, looks like I've got some catching up to do." Nat jokes, signalling the bartender for another round of drinks which quickly blur together whilst the crowd around you begins to disappear.

*

"Okay, but really, what's he thinking?" Sam can't help but lean against you, carefully watching Bruce and Natasha conversing across the room.

Huffing in response, you spare Sam a glance. "I'm not doing it." You remind him, ignoring the loud groan leaving him. "It's rude, and invasive and did I mention rude?"

Holding his hands up in defeat, Sam takes a step back. "I gotta ask though, do they know if you're in their head?"

"It depends," You explain with a shrug. "if they're as wasted as Clint for example," Motioning over Sam follows your line of vision to Clint who is leaning against a plant with a half-empty glass in the other hand. "wouldn't know I was even in there."

"So if they're drunk they're clueless?"

"More or less." At your answer, Sam's smile only grows.

Clapping his hands together, everyone's attention turns to face the Falcon. "Everyone, we're gonna play a little game." He announces, and within minutes your fellow Avengers are seated, all conversing with one another.

Well, everyone except Bucky. You tried not to focus on him, the lone wolf of the team. Steve had been trying to coax him into engaging with guests all night with little luck as he clung to the wall for the majority of the evening.

"Think of something, anything you like," Sam rises to his feet, looking around at everyone. "that includes you, cyborg." He points to Bucky, only to receive a grunt in response.

"Sam," You pat his arm, trying to bring him down.

"This won't end well, trust me." Wanda mutters from beside you. "I'm right here, okay?" She telepathically tells you, and you can't help but thank her back before returning to the room when Sam focuses on Steve.

"What's Steve thinkin'?" Sam can't help but act like an excited puppy.

Looking over to Steve, you try to suppress your smile when you notice his cheeks burning up. Yet, your focus remains locked on him for a split second before a laugh escapes your lips.

"He's thinking about how late it is." You admit, and Steve only nods, confirming it's true. "You're such a grandpa, Steve."

Slowly but surely, you work your way around the room. Some of your team are more open with their thoughts than others - including the fact Bruce was thinking about an equation that made your brain melt upon receiving.

"I think that's enough guys, you'll give me a headache otherswise" You chuckle, leaning back on the sofa and pick up your glass, taking a swig at the remainder of the liquid left.

"Hold up, David Blaine, you've left Buck out from all the fun." Sam remarks, unaware of Bucky tensing across the room, wishing the ground would just swallow him whole.

Sympathetically, you glance up to Bucky, wishing he could hear you apologising mentally. "Well," You start, but Steve clears his throat.

"You sure 'bout this, Buck?" Steve mutters to his oldest friend who merely nods, trying not to acknowledge the situation. It wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to mess with his mind, and he knows deep down that it might not be the last.

Silence falls in the room as you fixate on Bucky, staring deeply into the void of those blue eyes. Yet, whilst finding yourself getting lost inside the darkness, there is no sign of light. There isn't a hand reaching out to help you escape, there's just nothing.

Breaking from Bucky's mind, you disguise the shock with a playful smile.

"Bucky's thinking how good it'd be to punch Sam sometime." You lie, but laughter follows from the others.

Bucky slowly raises his head, keeping his hands clasped together he watches you continue with the lie. "And in my opinion, I think I can get behind that." Playfully, you punch Sam's arm. "With that, I'm goin' to bed."

Rising to your feet, you head out from the shared living space, trying not to fixate on the all-consuming emptiness that filled Bucky's thoughts.

As you reach the elevator, you can't help but be conscious of someone hovering behind you.

"I don't have to be a mind reader to know someone's standing behind me." You joke, quickly turning on your heels.

Evidently surprised, Bucky stands in front of you. "Why'd you do that?" He asks quietly, staring straight into your eyes, almost scanning them for any ill intent. Before you're given a chance to answer, Bucky scoffs under his breath. "I mean, what do you want from me? Is this some joke?" His voice raises ever so slightly, aware of your gaze noticing his clenched fist.

"No," You answer, keeping the comfortable distance between the two of you. "and never would I make a joke of anything anyone is going through. Whatever is happening, whatever you're enduring that isn't anyone else's business, and I'm really sorry I invaded that."

Bucky listens to your gentle voice, the softness of your words like butter across toast. "Thank you." He mutters, his fist relaxing. "I, I really appreciate it."

"Anytime." A smile graces your lips. "And I meant what I said back there, if you don't plan on challenging Sam anything soon I certainly will." Easing the tension in the corridor, Bucky breathes a laugh, something that causes your heart to rise with glee.

"I'd like to see you try sometime, doll." He comments, unphased by the pet name that rolls off his tongue.

Leaning back, you hear the elevator ding and the doors slide open. "You won't wanna miss it." You salute him before stepping into the elevator. "Good night, Bucky." Softening your tone, you find yourself zoning out from everything else besides those deep blue eyes.

Previously, you found yourself lost in a dark abyss. Yet now, there's a glimmer of light parting through the waves of darkness.

"Goodnight, Y/n." Bucky nods, waiting for the doors to close before allowing his mind to react, knowing thoughts of you would linger on his mind for the rest of the night.

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[captainamericasbeard]

Empathy Ch. 6

Pairing: Bucky x Empath!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/N is an empath tasked with helping the Avengers but healing only comes if you want it. 

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this chapter for 2 weeks. It’s not up to my usual standard but it’s the best I could do right now. I hope you enjoy it. If you want to be tagged just send me an ask. 

“We think he’s here,” Steve said pointing at the holomap projecting from the centre of the table. “He’s holed up in a jungle in South America. Very remote, very difficult to get in there.”

“How many agents on base?” Sam asked.

“Easily a hundred. It's going to take the whole team and then some to extract him, especially if we want to take him alive.” Steve threw you a glance but you were distracted.

You felt him before you saw him. Guilt and fear and shame all mixed up. Your attention turned from Sam and Steve chatting over mission plans to the door. Bucky’s broad form appeared in the empty doorframe and your emotions washed over you like a tidal wave. Anger and longing and relief flooded the room.

“Whoa,” Sam said with a rush of air. "Let's get out of here, Steve.” Steve nodded and Bucky stepped to the side to let them past.

“Can we talk,” Bucky asked taking a few steps into the room.

“I don’t know, can we? Can you talk to me without yelling at me and threatening me?” You firmly crossed your arms across your chest. Bucky wasn’t going to get off just by showing up and flashing those steel blue eyes.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I was so wrong and I am so so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?” He stepped closer and you didn’t back away from him.

“You hurt me, Bucky, and you scared me. Why did you run?” You questioned.

“I ran because I was scared. I kept running because I was looking for a solution.” Bucky stepped even closer. You could almost reach out to touch him.  

“What are you talking about,” You asked dropping your hands. You were losing your patience.

“I went to Wakanda. To Shuri. To try to get this stuff out of my brain. I can’t stand the thought that I’m hurting you,” Bucky said.

“Bucky…” you started.

“No y/n it didn’t work. It's you. You’re the only one that can help me. I need you. I’m ready.” Bucky was looking at you with such desperation in his eyes.

You looked at Bucky intently. The fact that he was ready and willing for you to help him made your heart sing. But you were scared. Now that the moment was here you weren’t sure how you could handle the amount of pain that Bucky was in. But you knew you had to try, for both your sakes. You took a deep breath and nodded your head.

“Ok,” You said.

“Ok?” He replied.

“Yeah Bucky. I’m not happy about the way you acted and it’s going to take me some time but I’ll always help you. I care about you and I want you to be ok.” You reach out and cautiously take his hand, slipping your fingers between his. Bucky looks down at your interlaced fingers and breaks into a wide grin. You can feel his relief now that the nightmare is almost over.

_______________

You and Bucky sat on your floor cross legged and facing each other. Your heart was beating wildly inside of your chest. Bucky was finally here asking for your help and you were scared of what it might do to you to help him. Bucky fidgeted nervously and you knew your racing emotions were affecting him so you took several deep steadying breaths. You met Bucky’s gaze and nodded laying your hands out palm up for him to hold.

“Will it hurt?” Bucky asked, not taking your hands.

“It might. It’ll probably hurt me more than it hurts you to be honest,” You answer.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky says shaking his head.

“It’s ok Bucky, I can handle it,” You reassure him.

“If it’s going to hurt you I’m not going to do it. The point of this whole thing is that I’m hurting you and that needs to stop,” Bucky says.

“Well it’s going to hurt Bucky, that’s the nature of pain. It doesn’t just magically disappear. It has to go somewhere, it has to be dealt with. And if we don’t do this you’ll just continue hurting me with your nightmares . So let's deal with this,” You said.

“Don’t take away my memories," Bucky mumbled almost inaudibly and you swore you could hear your heart crack.

“I would never do that. I’m going to alleviate as much of the pain as I can and then I’m going to help you compartmentalize so when you go to therapy you can actually sort through everything,” You explained.

You extended your hands toward Bucky. He started to reach out his own and then pulled them back. You scooted closer to him so your knees were touching and reached up to gently cradle his face.

"Trust me Bucky. I would never hurt you.” You could see his brokenness, feel his pain and a tear slipped down your cheek. Slowly Bucky reached up and brushed it away with his thumb. Resting his forehead against yours he took your hands and let out a shuddering sigh. You sat like that for a moment, breaths mingling, until you felt ready to begin.

It was pain. Unending pain. You gripped his hands tighter and braced yourself. You were in the depths of his mind and it was only darkness. How did he exist like this? No wonder he was so fearful, so full of distrust. You tried to scoop away some of the pain but it was too heavy to lift. You were trembling with the weight of it. Sweat beaded on your forehead and knives stabbed across your stomach. The pain began to overtake you and you were starting to lose hope that you could help Bucky.

As you struggled you felt Bucky loosen his grip on your hands and bring them up to cradle your face. He placed soft butterfly kisses on the tip of your nose and your eyelids, on your cheeks and your brow. And then he quietly and gently brought his lips to yours. He kissed you slowly and tenderly and you saw light break through the darkness.

“I love you, y/n,” he whispered.

You nodded, tears flowing freely down your cheeks now and you reached up to take his hands in yours again. You felt strong again, empowered by his love. The pain subsided and you strode confidently into his mind and carefully scooped away his pain and fear. Over the next few hours you helped him organize his mind, shuffling memories behind closed doors, teaching him to open them at will. And he continued to whisper his love and strength to you.

Somewhere in the dark hours of the morning you release your grasp and open your eyes. You meet his eyes and they were shining with love and adoration. Bucky took one look at you and broke into the biggest smile. You gave him a wane smile back as your body sagged forward, exhausted. Bucky pulled you into his lap cradling you like a child. He rubbed small circles on your back and whispered to you about how good you had done and how proud he was of you. You had to stop yourself from weeping at the love and tenderness pouring off of the man.

Before you could even ask, Bucky scooped you up and placed you on your bed tucking the blankets around you and kissing your forehead. You reached out and grabbed his hand pulling him down onto the bed.

“Stay,” you ask quietly, your eyes drifting closed.

Bucky smiles at you and climbs over you to slide into the empty space in the bed. He turns and pulls you flush against his chest and his heat washes over and comforts you. He wraps his arm around your waist and gives you a squeeze.

“Thank you y/n," he whispers into your ear as you both drift to sleep.

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[missacidburn928]

Hump Day Sneaky Peeks 🖤

Seeing as how there seems to be a lull in my Imposter Syndrome today, I felt inclined to share what I have been working on...

Mafia AU: Enforcer!Bucky Barnes x POC!MafiaHeiress!Reader “Sunny”, Hitman!August Walker x POC!MafiaHeiress!Reader “Sunny” Summary: A tug of war of sorts has begun between two of the most feared men this city has ever known. All because you refuse to choose one over the other. Why would you when they’re both the best you ever had. Let the games begin. I get conceited when you say that I'm the best, say it again.

You’ve been eyeing him across the dance floor as you grind your ass against some basic white boy. Giving the poor soul hope that he has a shot. You would eat him alive. You need darkness and danger in the men you take to bed.

Hence you having your cake and eating it too, by warming his bed as well as the city’s number one hitman August Walker’s. Something about their darkness calls to you. Nothing feels better than being with a man who’s hands have taken countless lives but uses those same hands to wring pleasure from your body.

Bucky's finally had enough when he watches you whisper in the little twerp’s ear. A giant smile lighting up the man’s face as you lead him down the hall to the VIP restroom.

Bucky follows you under the pretense of your safety. That’s what he will tell anyone who asks anyway. In actuality he’s going to remind you what playing with a wolf gets you. No huffing or puffing. But he will devour you whole.

Slamming the door open, Bucky interrupts your little make out session. The boy even has a hand inching up your skirt. He grabs the unsuspecting fool by the back of the shirt and removes him from the room.

“You’re cut off buddy. Get the fuck out and forget about her before I leave you with a lasting reminder.” He pushes his suit jacket to the side, showing off his favorite blade with a deadpan face. The idiot speeds out of there.

“Buzzkill.” You pout.

“Tease.” He retorts.

“Possessive much?”

“Of you?” He looks you up and down. “Absolutely.”

Why did love put a gun in my hand...

Mafia!Avengers x POC!Reader "Jinx" Chapter 3: Madness in a smile. Won't you stay a while? Trauma molds us all in different ways.

“Do your worst Demigod for I have already felt the flames of Hel lick across my flesh.” You lift your shirt so that he can see your scars.

He reaches out to touch them, pausing to look you in the eye and get your consent. You nod your head, and he closes the gap. His battle roughened fingers caress the raised flesh. Reminders of your near death at the hands of someone sworn to love and protect you.

“Is that why you have your very own Garmr?” He asks. Fingers still tracing across your flesh.

“You noticed that did you? Hades is my protector, yes. I would never dream of chaining him up though. The only destruction he seeks is to destroy the one who harmed me. There is no need to fear him.”

“Fear is the farthest thing from my mind. More like respect and gratitude. To earn his favor would be to earn yours as well.”

“The fact that you made it into this room without so much as a growl from him speaks volumes. He growls whenever the Captain is around.” You laugh.

“He is rarely without Barnes though. Does he not growl at the White Wolf?”

“They’re kindred spirits I suspect. Devoted and loyal. He quite enjoys the White wolf. But don’t tell him that.”

Avengers AU. Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader “Serenity”. Tony Stark x Mutant!Reader “Serenity”. Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader “Serenity”. The world is on fire, I'm so fucking tired And equally wired, so Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain?

Notes: Found Family. Former addict. Used to use to help suppress her empathic powers. Can turn emotions into forms of the elements. Found by Clint and Nat. They’re very protective of her. Anger=fire. Joy=sunlight. Sadness=a storm. Excitement=blooming flowers. So on and so forth.

Steve and Bucky show up on my doorstep a few days later. Steve is upset that I chose to leave the way I did and that I asked Cho for drugs to numb myself. Thanks Nat.

“You’ve come so far. How could you so easily want to fall back into that darkness?”

“Easy Steve. I was tired of feeling. Not to mention the physical beating those emotions were taking on my body. If you have a better way to deal with it, please let me know. But that would be hard to do, seeing as how you are one of the main causes of that pain. How long did it take for you to realize I was gone? Before you left the compound? Or after once everything settled and you needed something else to focus on?”

“That’s not fair Serenity. I was taking care of my best friend. He needed me.”

“And I didn’t?”

“It’s not like that. Please, come on. You know I love you. I’ve told you this before. I wouldn’t abandon you like that.”

“And yet, you did. It didn’t even take Tony 24 hours to reach out and ask me to come home. So he can ‘lose himself’ in me and begin to heal. I refused to of course. Not until all this toxicity is dealt with. It’s been almost a week since the incident, and you finally showed up. Good for you Steven.”

“We were trying to figure out where it was safe to go for Bucky. Traveling under the radar is not easy. We got here as soon we could.”

“I call bullshit. And here’s why. If you cared to listen to me speak about things other than my dark past you would know that I have a place here on Clint’s farm. That it is my safe haven and where I go when I need a reset. You would also know that this place is safe for any of us. It would have been your first stop. But it wasn’t. So who told you I was here. Nat? Sam?”

“Me.” Bucky blurts out. “I told him we could find you here. Just as you said. I knew you would be here. We took a week because I was waiting for his emotions to even out before we put you through anymore pain. I never want to see you go through what you did that day ever again.”

“Bucky, I…” I can feel my body responding to his honesty. “I’m at a loss for words other than thank you.”

“Your eyes.” Bucky points out.

“What about them?”

“They’re amber. Almost glowing like the flames of a campfire. They’ve never done that before. Are you angry?”

“N-No. I’m definitely feeling something. But it’s not anger.”

“Than what could it be?”

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