Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader (Friends to Lovers, College/Hockey AU
Warnings: College kids being college kids, drinking, swearing, talk of sex(No smut yet but will be)
Summary: Love and Hockey were kind of the same, everyone’s just rushing to score. So why couldn’t you?
A.N Summary bad but I literally couldn’t focus on writing anything else until I finished at least the first chapter of this. let me know what you think, Message/reply/inbox to be tagged.
Chapter 1: 1st Quarter
Hockey wasn’t the sport Bucky wanted to play originally. He wanted to play baseball like his old man but when Steve decided he wanted to take ice skating lessons, he made Bucky tag along so he wouldn’t be the only boy in the class. Soon, they found themselves recruited in the junior rec hockey team and had been playing together ever since. It wasn’t a surprise that when recruitment came around that school’s were trying to pick up both of them. People knew better than to separate Cap from the Winter Soldier. Steve’s nickname was easy to figure out. He had a natural authoritative nature that made him the Captain of almost every team he played on. You never knew why they called Bucky the Winter Soldier until you played against him. Bucky was like an assassin on the ice. While everyone was focused on Steve in Center, Bucky was on left wing scoring the goal before you knew what hit you. So both of them getting recruited to play for the Avengers at Wilmington University wasn’t surprising.
Meeting you was.
At first, it was a sort of form of hazing. When they were starting their Freshman year so was the Coach’s daughter. He had asked senior members of the team to ‘keep an eye on her’ and make sure she didn’t get herself into any trouble. The seniors’ thinking that was lame, were more than happy to pass the task off to the two eager freshmen trying to make a name for themselves. So that’s how it started, The two boys walking you to classes and home from the library late at night, much to your demise.
“I should’ve known my dad was going to do something like this.” You complained when you saw the two boys waiting outside your dorm the first week of classes. “Thanks for coming. But you can tell my dad that I’m not going to be the freak being escorted by hockey jocks everyday.”
“No can do, Doll.” Bucky says. “We leave you, we’re doing drills the rest of practice.”
“Doll? What’re you? A 40s newscaster?” You say, with an annoyed expression walking passed the boys who just followed suit behind you. “Ugh, this is such bullshit. He literally begged me to go to Wilmington and promised I’d be able to have a ‘normal college experience’. What about this is fucking normal?”
“I know it’s less than ideal but hey, we can make the best out of this.” Steve smiles. “I’m Steve, by the way.” He says extending a hand.
You shake it. You couldn’t blame them for your dad not trusting you. “Y/N. You?” You asked the other boy next to you.
“Bucky.” He provides.
“Bucky?” You question.
“Well, it’s James but my friends call me Bucky.”
“And that’s what we are? Friends?” You ask.
“Might as well be, since we’ll be seeing each other a lot this semester.”
And that’s how your semi-unconventional friendship started. Pretty soon, even though your dad had eased up on the 24-hour watch, per your mom's request, you still found yourself walking and getting coffee with the two in the mornings. Even, found yourself waiting in the rinks watching practices so you could hang out afterwards and that became your life for the next two years. Now the three of you we’re entering your Junior year of college. Steve was right back in his title role of Captain, Bucky was now first string Left Wing and you were… still watching from the bleachers. You didn’t mind though, you grew to love the sport due to it being your dad’s profession. Hell, you were on skates before you could even walk. But you never found yourself on the women’s team, Hockey wasn’t something you really wanted to do. You still supported the girls team though, which is why you found yourself watching their practices too.
“Hey, Y/N!” Carol said, skating to the end of the rink where you were sitting next to her girlfriend, Maria. A position you often found yourself in, entertaining player’s girlfriends while they practiced. Maria was cool though, at least you knew about the sport.
“Hey, Marvel.” You called her by her nickname. Thing about Hockey is everyone was called by their nicknames.
“You going to the Sigma Pi party later?” She asks.
“Uh, no one told me about it.” You say, awkwardly.
“I’m telling you now.” Carol says like it's obvious. “You never go out anymore and I refuse to let you become a cat lady before you turn 25. Come over ours at 7, we’ll pregame and head over at 9. What do you say?”
“Fine, I’ll come.” You say.
“Great!” Carol says, pumping a fist before signalling her girlfriend to come closer to the rink. You look away as they kiss. Couples made you uneasy, especially hockey couples. You wanted that more than anything, for your guy to skate up to the gate just to sneak a kiss from you. Not that dating anyone from the team was even an option with you dad coaching. The team saw you as a little sister and if anyone was caught even looking at you in any way, their ass was grass by either your dad or Bucky, who’d become protective of you over the years.
“Marvel, stop flirting with your girlfriend and GET BACK ON THE ICE!” You heard your dad scream.
“Sorry, Couch!” She called. “Sorry, baby i’ve gotta jet. Y/N, don’t forget. 7 o’clock!” She says before skating off.
You can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror awkwardly at the tight Satin dress your roommate, Wanda practically forced you in. You were just going to wear a sweater and jeans, your regular wardrobe but Wanda insisted everyone had seen you in that and what they haven’t seen is you in a dress. Especially, with your new body, you had gotten over the summer working at a sports camp. Who knew running after kids would be such a great form of exercise?
Wanda also did your makeup, something you didn’t typically wear, giving you a natural glow eye, a layer of mascara, and sticky gloss that made your look ‘dewy’ as Wanda described it. You tried to keep your hair in the bun but Wanda insisted you keep your hair down. Saying it made you look hotter, you shrugged knowing you’d have to take her word for it.
The two of you made your way to Carol and Maria’s apartment. Carol swung the door open and looked at you in surprise. “Woah, Ice Baby, you clean up nice.”
“Don’t start, Marvel. And you know how I feel about being called that.” You hated the nickname but since you were the coach’s daughter and you stuck around the rink any chance you got, The seniors had started calling you Ice Baby your freshman year and the nickname unfortunately stuck long after they had gone.
“Right, sorry, I always forget.” Carol said moving out the way for the two of you to come in.
The four of you drink and play games until it’s time to head to the party. You’ve got a pretty strong buzz going as you enter the party and you regret the strappy heels Maria made you borrow before leaving. You’re sitting in the corner when someone comes to sit way too close to you. You look up to see Brock Rumlow, or Rum as the team liked to call him.
“I almost didn’t recognize you, Ice Baby. You look good.”
“My name is Y/N but thank you.” You say, annoyed.
He holds his hands up in mock surrender “I forgot you hate that nickname. Let me bring you a drink to make up for it. What you want.”
“Rum and coke, please.”
“Oh, so you like Rum?” He says, obvious double entendre hanging off his tongue.
“The drink? Yes.”
“You’ll like the man soon enough.” He winks, smirking at the flush that spreads across your cheeks.
The two of you spend the night like that. He brings you drinks and shamelessly flirts with you as you get drunker and drunker. The two of you even dance for a bit in the sea of grinding bodies. Soon you’re telling him a story and a hand drifts to your leg. You turn and he’s much closer to your face than you thought he was.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asks. You nod but before you can even stand, Bucky is there towering over Brock.
“You can leave, Brock. But I’m taking Y/N home.” He says.
Brock rolls his eyes. “Forgot you had a Winter Soldier guard dog. No worries, dude. I’m leaving anyway.” He says, before turning to you. “You’ve got my number, call me if you wanna hang this week.” He says, nodding to Bucky before walking away.
“Ugh, Bucky. What was that for?” You whine, drunkenly.
“You’re drunk. I’m taking you home.” Bucky says. “Come on, stand up.”
You shakingly get up and Buck is there immediately under your arm, his arm around your waist helping you walk out.
The cold breeze hits you as soon as you step foot out the party and take the long trek home.
“I think I drank too much.” You point out.
“You think, kid?” Bucky says. “You’re lucky, I was here meeting Sharon otherwise you would’ve been shit out of luck.”
“Brock would’ve taken me home.”
“Brock’s a lowlife. Don’t worry about him, I’ve got you.”
You sigh. “Sorry for ruining your night with your girlfriend.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call her when I make sure you get home so if you could pick up the pace.”
“My feet hurt.” You complain.
“Yea, I bet. God, when did you start wearing heels, Doll?”
“I wanted to look good tonight.” You sigh.
“You always look good.”
“Fine, I wanted to look hot.” You provide. “For once, I wanted to be the one guys paid attention to at parties.”
“You can be yourself for that, Y/N.” Bucky says. “You’re a catch.”
“If I was, someone would’ve fucked me by now.” You drunkenly admit. That makes Bucky double-take. “I mean, think about it? 3 years into my college career, I turn 21 in a couple months and still it's where no man’s gone before down there.”
“Y/N, are you saying you’re--”
“A virgin? Yea, Bucky catch up.” You groan at the pain in your feet. Bucky looks and takes sympathy on you.
“Here take off your shoes.” He says, toeing his off as well and sliding them over to you.
“You’re just going to walk barefoot?” You ask, putting on the shoes, holding your heels in your hand.
“Better than you walking barefoot.” He shrugs.
“Anyway, I decided over the summer that maybe I was putting too much thought into it. I mean almost everyone loses their virginity in high school and it's never good, no one ever says their first time was good. I just thought maybe I should just, you know, get it over with.” You slur. “Which is what I was trying to do until you chased my date away. God, you always do that, Bucky.”
“I’m not fighting with you while you’re drunk.” Bucky says, trying to get you to drop the subject but you persist.
“Every time I try to talk to a guy, you butt in--”
“Maybe I wouldn’t butt in if you picked the right guys for you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the guys I pick! You’re just a cockblock.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yea what about Charles? He asked me on a date freshman year and took it back not even an hour later. I had to beg Steve to tell me why and it turned out that you threatened him if he even thought about going out with me.”
“Y/N, you had just turned 18 and X was a 24 year old senior! I didn’t trust how he was just waiting. So yea, I told him to fuck off. And Rum is an asshole who can’t get a girl to sleep with him unless they’re shitfaced. So yea, I told him to fuck off.” Bucky exclaims as the two of you make it up the stairs to your apartment. “Y/N, you’ll find someone right for you and that right person will make your first time special. I just want you to find someone who’ll make you happy.”
“And I just want you to remember for next time that if you want to tell a girl who she can and can’t fuck, you have Sharon for that. Not me.” You said, taking off the shoes as you arrived at your front door.
“Y/N, wait--” You hear him say but you don’t care, you slam the door in his face regardless.
Who did Bucky think he was? Sure, he was your best friend but so was Steve and he’s not nearly as protective as Bucky was. You honestly couldn’t tell who was worse at this point, your dad or Bucky. You loved both of them but they had the fatal flaw of forgetting you weren’t a kid. You were a woman, a woman with needs. And one particular need you needed to get rid of.
So you picked up your phone and called Brock. Bucky couldn’t be right about everything.
So, I’ve decided to update the day of upload for each chapter to Wednesday coz Saturday is like super inconvenient. It’s the weekend, I’m lazy🤷🏽♀️ and I have class to prepare for and it’s just a super lazy and busy day. I will still be writing requests along with the series and next month, imma have a surprise for you lovely people, so stay tuned!!!!🌸🤌🏽✨
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, sex, heats and nesting, slight dirty talk and praises, needy reader, a/b/o dynamics, primal urges, etc.
A/n: For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love in Bloom challenge, Day 16: Aster - Powerful love. What is more powerful than the bond between an Alpha and their Omega? I love writing a/b/o, and this might actually be my first time writing Alpha!Bucky. I love him, and I had fun with this. Thanks for reading!
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Bucky knew your heat was close. Your scent was changing and you’d started stockpiling items for your nest without even realizing. He smiled to himself, loving the little traits of yours he’d picked up over time, and eyeing the ever-growing pile of blankets and pillows in the bedroom.
Two days later, when he came home from work, the scent of your heat hit him square in the chest as he walked through the door. His mouth watered and his cock jumped from it, his hindbrain already screaming at him to find you and breed you. He closed his eyes and inhaled your scent, warmth washing over him as he basked in it for just a second, before kicking his boots off and stalking towards the bedroom, stripping his clothes off along the way.
When he saw you he outright groaned, you were curled up in the nest you’d made, comfortable and cozy with just enough space for the two of you. You’d stolen a few of his shirts too and had them bunched up in your arms as you lay half asleep in a little lacy nightgown. He could see the curve of your ass peeking out and it was all he could do to not jump in right then and bury his face between your legs.
A low growl escaped his throat as he crawled in next to you, his body covering yours as he kissed his way up over your skin. You whimpered and shifted, rolling onto your back beneath him and his rumbles reverberated through his chest as he nosed at your throat, inhaling your scent and sighing.
“Baby girl, let me make you feel better,” Bucky purred, and you simply whimpered, your arms linking around his neck to pull him close. He kissed you then, deep and passionate, his hand running up your thigh and under your nightgown, brushing over your hip, then back down to push your legs open. Settling between, his hard cock nudged at your entrance and you whimpered, your need for him overwhelming every other sense in your mind. Bucky grinned, his lips on your throat again as he pushed in, groaning in relief as your heat finally wrapped around him.
Pushing the rest of the thin fabric out of the way, Bucky smoothed his hand over your body, loving the way you rolled against him, wanting him all over you. He couldn’t help mouthing at his bonding mark on your skin, licking and sucking over it, nosing against your scent glands and completely losing himself in you. His thrusts were strong and deep, making you whine with each roll of his hips, and it wasn’t long before his knot was starting to inflate, catching deliciously every time he’d rock out of you. You were mumbling, his name on your lips as you gave yourself over to the pure bliss of him inside of you.
“Bucky… Alpha please, please I need it so bad.” Your pleas spurred him on, and Bucky growled again, angling his hips to drive even deeper, making you cry out. His body prickled all over with instinctual desire, and he gave in to it, fucking you hard as his lips closed around your mark, biting down with a growl when he came, his knot locking you together as he filled you with his hot release.
All the sensations sent you spiraling over the edge and you cried out, legs trembling, fingernails digging into his shoulders, white hot bliss washing over you. Bucky swore he always got harder when you came, it was such a primal release, and nothing made him more proud than knowing it was him who made you feel that way. He rolled his hips into you gently, helping you ride out your orgasm, and kissed your throat gently now, his tongue soothing over his bite marks. When he pulled back enough to meet your gaze, you looked just as ruined as he felt, and he leaned in to capture your lips, murmuring praises against them.
“So pretty, Omega, so good for me.” You gazed up at him with love drunk eyes, utterly satisfied for the time being.
“I love you, my Alpha.” Pecking a kiss against his cheek, your eyes fluttered closed and Bucky maneuvered the two of you so he could lay down, wrapping his arms around you as you drifted off into a blissful little nap.
the low rumble of buckys bike downstairs makes you look up from your studies. you look down at your clothes and sigh. wearing a blue tank top, no bra, and pajama shorts was not how you wanted buck too see you. you’ve been so focused on school and college, you’ve been stuck in your condo for weeks working yourself out.
before you get up the door to your apartment is being unlocked. “y/n, i’m back!” he yells and turns to set his keys on the counter. you begin to scurry off before he sees you. “you’re not gonna talk to me. ‘m hurt doll.”
you turn around slowly and cross your arms over your chest, “hi buck.” you mutter with a small smile. “how was the meeting with sam?”
“fine, you okay?” he ask while sitting and patting the spot next too him. you slowly walk over and grab the blanket that was covering your legs earlier; wrapping it around yourself. “i’m fine, just cold.” you say quietly and sit next too him.
he looks down, seeing your nipple through your tank and instantly growing hard. “do you ever stop studying?” he ask and chuckles lowly; moving your books aside.
“i do,” you begin and he raises an eyebrow, “but i need to focus on my work.”
“are you not stressed?” he ask
“no.” you lie and he rolls his eyes, “what buck?” he’s never rolled his eyes at you before. this causes an awkward shield between you too that you wish you could break.
“don’t lie too me.” he mutters and you pull the blanket around yourself a bit more. “you need to relieve your stress. have fun.” your friendship with bucky has been rocky lately. he’s so used too you partying with home every weekend but now you have to study 24/7 and he’s tired of it.
“and how the fuck can i do that?” you snap and his eyes darken. “if i had a way i would’ve done it buck. nothing can be fun for me anymore. i want too do good and you know that so stop.” you say and he can hear you voice break.
his hand lands on your thigh, and the angle he’s sitting; you can see his hard-on. when you notice your panties become wet and soak through your tiny pajama shorts. buck notices very quickly and you get embarrassed.
“come here.” he mumbles lowly and you sit up a big scooting closer too him. rolling his eyes again, he pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. the blanket you had wrapped around yourself is now next too you, you reach for it but he smacks your hand away, “no.”
you go to reach for it again and he grabs your wrist, “don’t test me angel.” he mumbles. before you realize it, his lips are on yours. his tongue slips into your mouth and the kisses are needy.
his hands palm your butt and pull you closer too him. you hands are traveling down his torso, to the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. his thumb shook onto the waistband of your shorts and he pulls them down.
when he sees your lacy dark red thong, he looks up at you and smiles, “all for me?” he ask and before you can answer, his thumb began rubbing slow circles over your clit.
a moan gets caught in your throat and your breathing becomes heavy. his lips meet yours again and he flips you on the couch; laying over you. “god you’re so hot baby.” he mutters
his circles begin to become messy and faster. your moans finally break through your throat and they are loud. “i’m gonna cum.” you moaned and he chuckled
two of his fingers slip into you and your orgasm hits. your eyes shut and you hear an unfamiliar nose. when your release-high goes away, you open your eyes and buckys face and shirt are soaking wet.
“damn angel, did you know you could squirt?” he ask and embarrassment washes over you. “i’m s-“ you begin but bucky slaps your thigh.
“don’t fucking apologize, that was hot.” he mutters and your embarrassment washes away. “i’m not done with you yet.” he commented. his eyes darken again and he flips you on your your stomach, yanking your underwear off.
the cool sir on your slit is a different type of sensation that causes you too whimper, and buck notices, “awh, you pretty slut. always so needy.” he mumbles and you hear his belt being undone.
you turn around as he strokes his dick and notice his big it is. the biggest you’ve seen and the biggest you’ll probably have. “that’s not gonna fit.” you stutter and he chuckles lowly.
“it will.” he confirms before sliding it in. you feel yourself stretch around him in a way you never have before. “shit.” he whispers under his breath.
both of your moans and groans filled your apartment. you felt your second orgasm coming and bucky knew it. he pulled you up by the neck and kissed your cheek; pumping even faster.
“you drive me crazy.” he says and you second release hits. causing you to squeeze around him and he thrust became sloppy. “baby, you’re squeezin’ me so well.”
the overstimulate felt amazing and buckys release was coming. he began kissing your neck and pumping into you slowly. “you drive me crazy. i’ve wanted this for so long..” he whispers in your ear and cums in you. you quickly remind yourself to take the morning after pill.
you both fall back onto the couch and begin to catch your breaths. “did you mean it?” you whisper as buckys breathing slows.
“yes, every bit of it.” he exclaimed and smiles softly, “stress reliever?” he questions and you sit up slowly grabbing your underwear.
There’s maybe a half-moment where she’s just watching him, from where she’s standing. There’s paper scattered all over the floor, scrawled in her familiar hand, in a dozen languages, there’s ink on her skin-
She’s been in a state, it seems, Seeing or even just creating, holed up off on her own- but he’s always known where she vanishes to.
He’s maybe the only one alive who knows where she vanishes to, like this- the only one with those privileges.
Still, Muninn looks him over, with an exhale, and then drops the pen and ink in her hands- and in a second she’s across the room and then her weight is against him, arms across his shoulders, pushing him back against the closed door.
“Hey,” she says in a quiet, rasping whisper, grey eyes flicking to meet his, before she shudders out a rough exhale, and pressing her mouth to his.
The kiss is- harsh, something on the edge of desperate- more of a collision in the moment, all teeth and heat in the moment, before she gentles- barely, still raw, as she licks into his mouth and her nails rake against his scalp.
“Missed you,” breathed out, against his mouth- she’s barely pulled back at all, wrapped around him as tight as anything, skin pressed to skin anywhere clothes fall away.
Summary - One day, you notice you *sometimes* can't control yourself and your movements. You then come to find out you're a side character in an action movie. Well, at least you have Bucky Barnes to keep you company.
Notes - HEAVILY BASED ON KDRAMA EXTRAORDINARY YOU, some filler not even gonna lie, star wars references, cursing, fighting we will see
Pairing - Eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count - 1,516 words
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"You don't get it."
"But I do!"
"No, Bucky. She's right."
"Bucky, look me in the eyes and say it again."
"The Star Wars prequels are pretty good!" You and Peter groaned in unison. Today, Peter was visiting for the weekend since he had a few extra days off of school. The three of you decided to spend it watching all of Star Wars and it wasn't going too well, to say the least.
"But Obi-Wan is so cool!" Bucky argued. Peter dropped his head. "Yeah, but that doesn't make up for the fact that the prequels are extremely boring!" Peter argued. You nodded in agreement. Bucky looked at you, offended.
"I thought you'd be on my side, doll!" You shook your head at him. "Nuh-uh! No pet names!" You pointed at him. Tony burst through the door as the three of you continued arguing.
"Hey! You stole my guy!" Tony exclaimed. You smiled sheepishly. You looked at Peter and motioned for him to go with Tony. He nodded and got up and left after waving goodbye to you and Bucky.
You and Bucky began to clean up and started doing the dishes, him rinsing and you drying. A comfortable silence fell over you two as a familiar routine took place.
"Do you ever wish you weren't aware?" Bucky asked, handing you a dripping plate. You grabbed it from him. "It depends... I've had fun. Having all this free time and learning more about you... But I feel like if I wasn't aware I would probably be much better off." You explained. Bucky nodded slowly.
"Sorta like the less you know the better?" Bucky asked. You nodded. "Like blissful ignorance." You both began to fall into an easier topic, not one so heavy.
In the hallway leading to the kitchen, Nat stood, eavesdropping on your domestic conversation. You both sounded like an old couple whose love hasn't dissipated in the 50 years you've been together. She could even hear you hit him when he made a comment that probably made you blush.
Jealousy filled Nat. But not the angry kind. The sad kind. The kind of jealousy you feel when you see someone have something you couldn't, no matter how hard you tried. Yeah, she and Bucky had 'something' during her Red Room days, but it couldn't compare to what you have with Bucky now. Natasha sighed.
Natasha walked into the kitchen as Bucky lightly sprinkled water onto you and she smiled sadly at the interaction. She wanted nothing more than this, a domestic life.
But she felt as if she didn't deserve it.
"Nat? You okay?" You asked, wiping off the water on your forehead. Natasha plastered on a smile. "Yeah, sorry. Blanked out for a sec." You nodded and put the last dish away.
"Buck and I made some sandwiches, I made your favorite. It's in the fridge." You smiled at her, patting her back. "If you guys need me, I'll be in the gym." Natasha and Bucky were left in the kitchen alone. Bucky took one look at Natasha before curtly leaving.
"Bucky wait-" Natasha said just before he reached the hallway. "I... I wanted to apologize for what I said that night. You were right... It wasn't my place to corner you. I was stressed and frankly, jealous." Bucky's eyes were trained at the ground. When he was sure she was done, he nodded at her and left.
As soon as the elevator doors closed on Bucky, red lights began blaring. Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
Before he knew it, Bucky was prying the elevator doors open. He wasn't far from the floor above him and sighed. He began to climb to the top of the elevator and found a ladder. When he stepped onto the next floor, all he saw was smoke and a seemingly empty hallway. Until a silhouette appeared in the smoke.
"Hello?" Bucky's voice echoed down the hallway. The closer they both got, the figure became clearer in the smoke. It felt like someone punched Bucky in the gut.
"Violet?" She smirked. Just like Natasha, Bucky was stuck in his spot. She walked over to him and pulled her handheld knife out of her holster.
"It's been a while hasn't it, Soldat?" She dragged the knife over his neck ever so softly. "T-That's not who I am anymore." Bucky stuttered out. She smiled and narrowed her eyes. "Sure it isn't."
"Get away from him!" Your voice echoed through the hallway, a knife careening out of the smoke. Before Violet knew it, the knife grazed her cheek, blood beginning to drip. When you appeared out of the smoke Violet raised a brow.
"You again." Bucky's eyes shot to you. "Later." You dismissed him. Violet grabbed her staff while you were distracted and struck you in the back. Groaning you turned around and began to block her attacks. You missed one of her blows and landed on the floor, she straddled your waist and began to strangle you. You quickly began seeing black spots as you tried desperately to gasp for air but failed miserably. Before you could pass out, Bucky tackled her off of you.
He took both of her wrists in his hand behind her, apprehending her, as you caught your breath. Violet ripped her hands out of his grip and punched Bucky in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. She tried to uppercut him but he stopped her, catching his breath.
"What do you want from us?" Bucky huffed. Violet raised a brow and laughed humorlessly. She escaped Bucky's hold, grabbing another knife, and held it dangerously close to his throat. "You took my home. My family. And now I'm on my own again. And you ask me what I want?" She began to lunge into cutting his throat, but you cocked a gun behind her.
"Don't make me do this, Violet." Your voice was hoarse. Violet's eyes didn't leave Bucky's. She raised her hands and dropped the knife next to her before finally turning to face you. SHIELD agents appeared from the smoke and apprehended her.
"It's always a pleasure sparring, Y/N." Violet smirked. Your eyes widened. How did she know your name? The agents then began to take Violet back to her holding cell.
You and Bucky simultaneously sighed.
You both began walking to Bucky's room in silence. So much happened in such little time that you both could barely comprehend it. When you finally got to his floor you went straight to his couch and flopped down. Your throat was raw and sore and your body ached. Bucky briefly left you and you felt yourself dosing off.
"Hey, hey. Get up, I gotta patch you up." Bucky spoke softly. You inhaled deeply before sitting up. Bucky noticed your throat was already bruising, a slight yellow tinge to your smooth skin.
"Is it bad?" Your voice was so hoarse it was basically a whisper. Bucky began to softly graze your throat. As intimate as the touch was, it felt like he was digging a knife into your throat. "Yeah. Pretty bad." Bucky whispered, tilting his head. He then began to clean the cuts along your arms and cheeks.
"Is now a good time to ask how you know Nakamoto?" Bucky asked. You looked down at your lap. "Yeah. I guess," You took a deep breath.
"A few days ago, Nat and I were working out in the gym and she appeared out of nowhere. She lunged at us, but Natasha was too shocked to do anything so I fought her off." You could tell Bucky was trying to keep his anger at bay. "A few days ago? Why-" You held up a finger.
"I'm not finished. Natasha explained most of her backstory to me and Sam after and asked us not to tell you about her." Bucky stood up and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"What did you guys think was gonna happen? That I would just never find out about it?" Bucky asked, his voice rising. You stood and tried to reason with him, "Bucky-"
"No, Y/N, Violet fucking Nakamoto has been in the compound for days and you all thought it was a good idea to keep it from me?!" Bucky cut you off.
"Bucky, we don't know anything about Violet. We were just following what Natasha said because she seems to know her best-"
"Know her best?! Y/N, she left us there. Violet and I were stuck in the red room for 5 more years after she escaped without us. I've learned things about Violet that I don't even think she knows." His booming voice contrasted your small, hoarse one.
"Bucky, I'm sorry I just-" Bucky began to laugh.
"You're sorry! What do you expect me to say, 'Oh, it's okay, now lets go back to icing your strangle bruise on your throat!'. Y/N, this all could've been avoided if you had just told me!" Bucky rubbed his face and sat down.
"Just... Just get out." Bucky softly muttered. You stormed out of his living room, the gliding elevator doors louder than ever.
... ... ...
definitely didn’t forget to update this series until @aquabrie reblogged it 😅
This was one of those times you were so happy technology was so readily available. You bit back a giggle as your husband, ex-Winter Soldier and one of the deadliest assassins of the last century bounced with your toddler, your phone recording the whole thing.
You wondered how much you could get from the team for footage like this. Priceless, you figured. Sam would mortgage his apartment, you guessed.
“Again!” Bubba exclaimed as his head popped up. Bucky sighed.
“Pal, we’ve been playing this for 20 minutes and you’re no closer to a nap.”
“Daddy!” Bucky was warned and immediately put his head back in the pillow of your King-sized bed, slamming his eyes shut, feigning shut eye. “Now sing!”
“‘See the little bunnies sleeping ‘til it’s nearly noon’,” Bucky sighed as the payoff of your baby giggling was enough to get him smiling again as well. “‘Shall we wake them with a merry tune? Oh how still, are they ill? NO! Wake up bunnies!’” Bucky exclaimed as he and your child bounded back up in the messy bed, bounding around like wild, well, rabbits. It was adorable but you feared the dreaded double bounce but they surely were having too much fun!
“Hop, hop, hop, Daddy!” Bubba ordered as Bucky did as he was told, a grin on his face that almost looked happy.
You stopped recording and took your leave, not wanting to interrupt them further. So adorable, you thought as naptime was likely out the window. Oh well, Bucky could deal with the fun and games at bedtime.
Bushed, you eagerly climbed into bed. Bucky had fallen asleep in the rocking chair with bubba still in his arms. You knew he’d wake eventually, Bucky was a very light sleeper putting it mildly.
Settling into your book, Bucky returned a while later, going to the bathroom for his night time routine and reappearing in his boxers a bit later before diving into the bed, pulling the covers up eagerly. “I am bushed.”
“I imagine,” you grinned not looking up as he snuggled around you.
“By the way, I’m going to need that footage from earlier to be deleted if it’s not done so already.”
“What footage?” You played dumb.
“I know every move you make in this house when I’m home. I heard the recording start and stop,” he giggled quietly.
“Damn that supersolider hearing,” you teased.
“So delete please,” he ordered.
“Oh goodness no, that’s coming out at your 121st birthday,” you mocked him as he groaned.
“I’m that old we are mocking my next milestone birthday like my teens?”
“Awesome,” he sighed.
“By the way, Sam said it was cute you knew the bunny song. But he wants to be showed how you perfected your nose twitch like the bunnies when he sees you next.”
“I want a divorce,” Bucky huffed, rolling over, a small snicker unable to be held back. You reached over and kissed between his shoulder blades.
“Okay, darling,” you rolled over, pushing your bulging belly into bid back, the bubba in your tummy giving Bucky a kick as well for good measure.
Pairing: Bartender!Bucky x Reader
Summary: What was supposed to girls night to support Pietro’s band becomes sidetracked when Natasha failed to mention the new bartender Clint hired
Word Count: 1194
Warnings: Some sexual language, mentions of alcohol
A/N: I really meant this to just be a bucky fic but i got carried away with steve, maybe him and the reader have a past together i dont knowwww, i quickly proofread this, so im sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know
“Can you guys hurry up?” Wanda shouts from half a block in front of you and Natasha, “Pietro’s band is starting soon, I promised I’d be there for his first gig.” She stops and huffs like a child when Nat chuckles.
“Clint said they don’t start until nine, it's not even 8:45 yet” Nat points out rolling her eyes sarcastically.
“But I wanna get there early, he’s probably super nervous.” She admits, playing with a strand of her hair. Nat and you share a look and both let out another laugh.
“Hun, I think you're the nervous one, he's been pumped for this ever since Clint suggested booking a band,” You put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, “Plus we’re three blocks away.” You added, pointing ahead the three of you to the bright neon sign spelling ‘Barton’s’ in cursive, that you were all too familiar with. You’d been going there every Friday since college when you finally convinced Wanda to come out one night with you, it's where you met Nat, who was working as a bartender at the time while her boyfriend and owner of the bar was working on hiring more staff. It's where you found your first real college boyfriend, who ended up cheating and breaking your heart, but that's not the point. And where you met Steve and Sam, you'd met them through Clint who was playfully yelling at them to stop flirting with Nat. Both you and Wanda quickly joined the friend group and were nearly attached to the hip with Nat from that point on.
Clint intentionally booked Pietro’s band on a slower night, as a trial run, to see if the regulars enjoyed them and everything went smoothly, Pietro wasn't completely on board with this idea. He wanted his first gig to be on a busy night, with everyone dancing and yelling for his band, but eventually gave in and accepted the offer he got. The bar was fairly popular, a few dozen regulars milling about grabbing drinks, sitting at booths, or watching the band set up. Wanda immediately ran to her twin brother, congratulating him and his band mates with a bright smile on her face. Nat and you walked over to the bar to get your first drinks of the evening, expecting to see Clint cleaning a glass or making a complicated drink, like usual. Instead, behind the bar, stood a man you'd never seen before, chatting happily to Steve and Sam who were sitting on the stools in front of him. He wore a tight black t-shirt his biceps were one flex away from busting out of and a smirk that would make your panties drop if he asked nicely.
“Ow, what the hell, Y/N?” Nat yelped when your elbow collided with her rips.
“Why didn't you tell me Clint hired a hot new bartender?” You questioned through clenched teeth, tilting your head towards him.
“Oh, Bucky?” she smirked as well, “He’s an old friend of Steve's.” She explained, casually walking to the staff room, you assumed Clint was in. Leaving you abandoned in the middle of the bar, before you have the chance to turn and join Wanda, you hear a familiar deep voice call you over.
“Y/N! Hey, have you met Buck yet?” Steve shouted over the sound of Pietro’s band doing a sound check, he offered you a friendly smile you couldn't help but return as you strided over. You glance behind him to see the hot bartender now giving you a smirk and watching you move, you feel a blush creeping up your neck and to your cheeks.
“Hey Stevie, Sammy!” Giving them both hugs avoiding the eyeline of the man behind the bar, Steve looked at you expectantly, “Oh, uh, no, I haven’t yet.” You answered, still keeping your eyes on Steve.
“Great! Then Y/N meet Bucky,” He looked so happy to introduce his friend to each other that you couldn't help but loosen up, “Bucky meet Y/N” He looked in between you both, “She's friends with Tasha and Wanda,” He pointed to Wanda who was still watching her brother happily.
“Hey,” You lied earlier, he didn't need to ask nicely to make your panties drop, all you needed was that one word. He leaned over the bar to get a closer look at you and to offer his right hand. You were too caught up in his ocean blue eyes to notice, you could stare into them all day and still find new shades. Steve’s hand on your lower back knocked you out of your trace, you looked at him and back to Bucky, then down to his hand. You quickly let out a breathy apology, then pressed your hand into his, his entirely engulfing your smaller one. He gave your hand a quick squeeze before pulling back and standing up straight. "Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just a beer,” you squeaked, he let out a chuckle before stepping away, you clenched your eyes and turned to your friends, embarrassed they had to witness that.
“God, I haven't seen you like that since you talked to that college guy, like five years ago.” Sam laughs before taking a swig of his beer.
“Oh fuck off Sam, do I have to remind you how you talk to Nat when you get too drunk to remember she dating Clint?” You threaten, Sam rolls his eyes dramatically. You press your index fingers together and put on a baby voice, “Pwease Natasha, will you go on a date wiff me?”
“I don't do that,” he defends, swatting your hands apart as you giggle and Steve pretends not to be entertained. Bucky returns with your beer and some refills for the guys. You try to put out of your mind how ridiculously hot he his, with his soft waves pushed up and away from his face, you wonder what it'd feel like to run your hands through it and down his cheekbones to his dark stubble. You hear Steve telling a story about when they were kids but you couldn't make yourself listen, usually you would drop everything to pay attention to Steve, you’d kill to see him smile just one time but Bucky had you in a daze. Until you felt Steve’s hand on you again, you looked into his eyes, his have more green than Bucky’s, you've gotten lost in these ones too.
“Wands calling for you,” It comes out hardly above a whisper, raspy like the alcohol is starting to take effect, you nod at his words but make no effort to move away.
“Y/N!” You hear Wanda shout from across the room this time, you look over to see her bouncing excitedly next to the makeshift stage for the band, she waves you over. You see Nat and Clint are already over there waiting for the first song, you grab your beer from the bar top and head over, pushing away the thoughts of Bucky, Steve, and even Same making fun of you, so you can have a fun night with your girls. Just like you intended to.
Bucky Barnes x Female!Addict!Reader: Tastes a Little like Freedom, a Little like Fear [Ch. 12]
Summary: [Name] has finally got her life on track. She’s been clean a year, has a full time job, and recently moved into an apartment that is actually fit to live in. To prove something to herself, she visits the Smithsonian exhibit on Captain America…only to run into someone a little familiar. Adopting a fellow addict is one thing. Accidentally adopting a recovering brainwashed Nazi super soldier is another. [Name]’s life is about to run off track worse than ever before, but there could be a reward at the end if she can just hang on for the bumpy ride.
Challenge: “100 Drabbles Adventure” challenge by SubtleQuirk on Lunaescence Archives.
Ratings/Warnings: M (foul language, sexual references, references to previous drug addiction and continued struggles with drug addiction, torture, mind control, dehumanization, threatening behavior of a man towards a woman)
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Tag List: @chipilerendi, @noiralei, @mycosmicparadise, @aya-fay
Chapter 12: Lost and Found
How long had it been out?
Almost as soon as the question occurred to it, the Soldier squashed it down. What was it doing, asking questions? Questions were not allowed. Questions were only a request to be beaten or wiped. Those it could endure, but why induce them? So far its new handler had not seemed inclined to hurt it. Perhaps that was because it was already hurt, and she was waiting for it to heal. Not that it mattered. Pain would come eventually. It always did.
She had asked it to stand, so stand it did. Its legs hurt. Its legs hurt worse than they had in years–back when they were first testing it–back when they were showing it who it really was. They would leave it for days without food, without water, without company, without rest, and when it finally learned that it could-must-do without, without question, without notice, without complaint, then the Soldier was complete. It was ready. It could begin the job it was created to do.
A cold sweat flashed across the Soldier’s skin, so fast that it was probably just a glitch. But the thought was still there: Was she starting it from the beginning? Had the Soldier botched an assignment so badly that they had sent it to her for reprogramming? Was that what it had forgotten when it woke up here in this apartment?
It did not want reprogrammed.
Want? Where did want come into this? Where did the Soldier pick up the idea that it could want or not want anything? If they decided that it needed retaught, then what right did it have to say “no”? It could say yes ma’am, or nothing at all. The Soldier even considering its own wants was proof enough that reprogramming was necessary. Did it want to fail again? That was the question the Soldier ought to have been asking itself. Glitches had been coming more and more often as of late. The man on the–
It would not go back to that. It would not go back to the way it had been. It would not. It would not. It would not. It would–
She was still watching it, with those disconcerting eyes of hers. They held no hint of the brutality of past handlers, though it understood that a cover could not change one’s core. The Soldier would admit that she fed it, but wasn’t that a kind of punishment, too? Tasteless lump after tasteless lump when an IV would be more efficient. Then she left it in the same position for days and days only to ask it to stand and walk to her on legs that wanted to give out. But it would show her. A weapon had no need to feel. It would walk to her.
Easier commanded than done. It felt stiff, so stiff. Recollection came to it of being commanded to put one foot in front of the other, one at a time, only when told, but that was not what this new woman wanted. She wanted it there, and no amount of hovering by the table looking nervous could convince it otherwise. The Soldier knew there was no nervousness here, only impatience. They were always impatient. One leg moved. Then the other. Again. Again. Again. Slow though the Soldier’s progress might have been, it would make it. And it did.
"Come into the kitchen," she had said. Here it was. The Soldier stood there, watching her watching it with those horrible eyes. Alexander Pierce did not pretend to be what he was not, not to the Soldier. Its eyes narrowed. Perhaps this handler had something to hide.
The sound of her clearing her throat snapped the Soldier away from such insubordinate thoughts. This was why weapons did not have thoughts. Any it might have were foolish, inane, not to be considered. Again it waited. She made the habitual movement of fidgeting with her hair, then opened her hands toward the chair.
“Please,” she said, “sit.”
A please did not keep this from being an order. It sat. A stack of tattered telephone books was place beside its arm. These it ignored. Information was not its to receive without being instructed to. Instead it continued to observe her. She continued to observe it. Two minutes passed in such a manner before she turned around, facing the counter so that it could no longer read her expression.
“What am I doing?” she muttered.
“You are giving me my assignment,” it answered automatically.
She turned back around with a speed that might have impressed it. The small space between them disappeared quickly with her working limbs. “You can…talk?” she asked.
The Soldier inclined its head. Was that not obvious? It had spoken to her before, when prompted. Only when prompted. Otherwise, it might talk more than it ought to.
“Assignment?” she repeated.
“You said we had work to do. What work? I require only orders.”
“Orders?” her voice rose quickly.
What was it about the Soldier that upset her so? She only had to tell it to change for it to do so. Perhaps they had not told her everything about it, or the way it worked. They seemed to have decided to teach it a lesson. There must be something here, something about this woman, that it was supposed to learn from.
She slid into the chair beside it, letting out a quiet sigh. “I just thought maybe you’d help me look through the phone books. That's all.”
Help? In all its long years of existing, the Soldier could never recall being commanded to help. It had tasks and parameters, and it did them without fail. Help indicated that it could function in beneficial way toward things others were assigned to do–or that, worse still, she was not superior to the Soldier in any way at all.
When she added nothing more, the Soldier had no choice. It took the first book in its hands, dropped it on the table, and flipped over to the front page. “Look through the phone books.” Its eyes found the first word and it began to read. Swiftly, the Soldier’s eyes scanned the pages, word after word, line after line, advertisement after advertisement. Read, memorize, condense. Read, memorize, condense.
It stopped when a hand covered what it was reading. She was looking at it again, a small frown on her face. Had the Soldier displeased her?
“How do you know if you know them if you’re going that fast?” she asked.
The Soldier frowned this time. Was it wrong to be doing what it was? She had said to look through the book. The Soldier was looking. She was not, it had noticed. Perhaps help was just a turn of phrase, but how could it know for sure? It was completely unbalanced by this woman. She did not act as the others acted.
“What are the parameters?” it asked.
“Parameters?” she echoed, a deeper frown wrinkling the soft skin between her brows.
“What do you wish me to look for?” it asked in clipped tones. It had never had to hold its handler's hand before.
The frown on her face wiped away entirely to be replaced by a look of shock. “Your friend,” she said. “The one you told me about this weekend.”
“I do not have a friend.”
“You do!” she insisted.
All it could do was cock its head to the left. Who was this new assignment? Who was it to call friend if asked? The new handler was acting as if she had already given the Soldier this information, and it had forgotten. Had she before it had woke up on the floor? Was it truly malfunctioning that badly?
“Repeat parameters,” it requested, bracing itself to be hit.
The strike never came. Instead, her face just crumpled all over again. It had to admit that it was curious. No, curiosity was a sin. Curiosity was not to be allowed. Curiosity killed the cat. Killed the handler. Killed the Soldier. Where had that come from?
The man. On the bridge. He was ruining everything. The Soldier had to kill him. Rend him limb from limb. Prove that it could. The man was its–no his mission. No, not a mission, a–No. Not that path. Not again. Too much pain. Too much. But the pain was worth it. It wasn’t. It must–He must–It–He–It–He–
hiii congrats on 100 followers!! can you do a drabble with bucky where he goes to the market with his girl and she buys a looot of plums so he tells her she’ll have to eat them fast if she doesn’t want to throw them and she’s just like “but these are for you, I know how much you like them so I’m not scared about throwing them” and his heart melts because he didn’t realize she would notice small things like this :) thank youuu <3
thank u sm 💜💜 nonnie this is so cuteee 🥺🥺🥺
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The market is packed.
You and Bucky weave your way through the crowd, occasionally bumping shoulders with people. Finally, you make it to where the fruit is. Your eyes travel to the plums and you immediately make your way over, grabbing a plastic bag to fill it up.
“You know you’re gonna have to eat all of those, right?” Bucky asks, eyebrows raised. “Otherwise we’re gonna have to throw them away.”
You glance up at him. “What d’you mean? I’m getting them for you, silly. I know how much you like plums, so I don’t think we have to worry about having to throw them away.”
Bucky’s face softens, his mouth quirking up into a small grin. “What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?”
“Shush. Now let’s go pay for these.”
“You made me bring you to the market just to get me plums?”
A smile lights up your face. “Yup.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Bucky shakes his head, chuckling.
“You love me for it.”
You miss the way he gazes at you as you step into line, like you’re his whole world. “Yeah, I do,” he whispers.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 2.6k
“Don’t be mad at me...” Sam muttered while doing the dishes after lunch. “That sounds like something you’d say before I’m about to get mad at you” You chuckle while scrolling on your phone.
“I have a friend... he needs a place to stay for a while” Sam replies while finishing off the last plate. “Please don’t tell me it is who I think it is” You reply sternly while turning off your phone, making eye contact with Sam.
“I’m sorry...” he replies, barely above a whisper. “Why does he have to come here Sam? Can’t he stay at a hotel or something?” You whine in response, resting your head on the table.
“I’d feel better if he came here... he needs someone to look after him you know? He’s healing” Sam replies, resting his head on the table across from you “Do you think you can put aside your differences? Just this once? It’ll only be for a little while” he continues to plead.
“How long is a little while?” You reply muffled from your head resting on the table. “I’m not sure yet if I’m going to be completely honest” Sam replies hesitantly.
“Fine...” you whine out. Sam quickly lifts his head from the table in happiness. “Thank you,” he smiles. “Yeah, yeah, you’re lucky I love you” You smile back
Sam gets up from the table and plops down on the living room couch, turning on the TV to watch whatever’s playing. “Whatever happened between you two anyway?” Sam yells from his place on the couch.
You sigh, getting up from the table to join him on the couch. “Nothing specifically happened, ever since we met he’s just been kind of cold towards me. I always assumed it was because he hated me so I was just cold in return” You reply while playing with the hem of your t-shirt.
“Maybe you misunderstood, maybe he doesn’t hate you” Sam chuckles. “Well if he didn’t then, he definitely does now” You reply while resting your head on Sam’s shoulder.
“Think on the bright side, maybe this time together will allow you to fix it, make things better” Sam sighs. “Maybe you’re right, but I doubt he’s interested in fixing anything” You mumble before turning up the TV volume to watch the movie.
“He’s here!” Sam yells through the apartment, catching your attention through your closed bedroom door. You hear the door open and a muffled conversation between the two men. “Y/N!” Sam yells again, hinting for you to come out and say hi.
You quickly stand up from your bed and rush over to your bedroom door, throwing your phone onto the bed behind you before opening the door. Once you step out into the hallway you’re greeted by Sam wearing a huge smile. “Be nice” Sam mouths to you before walking back out into the living room.
Once you join them in the living room Bucky can be seen sitting on the couch with Sam beside him, Sam telling him a story about god knows what while Bucky just nods and listens. “Hey Bucky” You mutter, standing behind Sam.
“Hey” he sternly replies back. Sam nudges him and Bucky gives him an annoyed look. “Thanks for agreeing to let me stay here for a while” Bucky mutters again as Sam grins at the civil statement. “It’s no problem” You reply before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of water.
“Hey Y/N!” Sam yells from the living room. “Yeah?” You shout back. “Would you be up for a movie night tonight? I rented that new Denzel Washington movie we wanted to watch” Sam replies in an excited tone. You walk back out into the living room, leaning on the wall before replying to Sam.
“Why do I feel like I don’t have a choice?” You chuckle lightly. Bucky looks you up and down with narrow eyes before turning back to Sam and nodding when he asks if he’s in. “You guys up to start the movie around 8?” Sam smiles. “Yeah, I’ll join you guys then” You smile before heading back into your room and flopping down onto the bed.
Once 8 o’clock rolled around you sighed and rolled out of bed, walking over to your dresser to pick a good outfit to lounge around in. You pulled out a loose pair of shorts and a not-so-form-fitting t-shirt to keep it comfortable. Once you finish pulling your shirt on, Sam knocks lightly on your bedroom door. “Hey, It’s me” he calls out.
“You can come in” You respond lightly. Sam smiles as he peaks his head in to check on you. “You coming out?” He smiles. “Yeah, I was just changing into something more comfortable” You smile back. You head towards the door walking out with Sam to join Bucky in the living room. He weakly smiles before turning his gaze back towards the TV.
“Should I make popcorn?” You ask Sam. “Well I don’t want any but Bucky might, why don’t you ask him?” Sam chuckles while nudging your shoulder. You sigh before looking over at Bucky, sitting on the couch. “Hey Bucky, you want popcorn?” You mumble. “Hm? Oh yeah sure” he mutters back without looking at you. You nod to yourself before heading back into the kitchen to make the popcorn.
Sam chuckles at your face when you re-enter the kitchen. “Progress” Sam chuckles. “He hates me” You sigh while grabbing the bag of popcorn from the cabinet. “He doesn’t hate you Y/N. He’s just quiet” Sam replies sympathetically. “Yeah.. quietly hating me” You chuckle. “You’ll warm up to each other, I know it” Sam smiles before walking back out to the living room.
You take a deep breath before joining the two back in the living room. Sam pats the spot beside him and you smile. You hand Bucky the bowl of popcorn and he simply nods in response, taking it from your hands. You turn off the light before plopping down next to Sam on the couch.
Sam’s breathing soon becomes deeper and you look over to see him asleep peacefully, head resting on the back of the couch. Bucky seems to also be asleep so you gently push yourself off the couch and tiptoe over to the balcony, pushing the glass door open and slowly closing it behind you to avoid waking Sam and Bucky.
You lean against the balcony railing and let out a deep sigh. A pressured feeling fills your chest and warm tears begin to fill your eyes, creeping down your cheeks leaving a chilling trail behind. Your breaths become more ragged and you use all your energy to keep your sobs silent in fear of waking the boys. You bring your hand to your cheek, wiping away the trails of tears that had fallen down your cheek.
“Why are you crying?” A voice asks from behind you. You snap your head around only to be met with his deep blue eyes. His hair was messy and he looked tired, skin flushed with a light pink almost like he was nervous. “I’m not” you mutter back. He slowly approaches you, leaning on the balcony railing beside you sighing as he looks out at the city.
“I wasn’t asleep, I saw you crying” he mutters back, keeping his gaze on the city in front of him. You let out a light gasp at his candour. “You were watching me?” You whisper, watching his side profile as he admires the city. “You seemed upset. I guess I was curious” he replies
Without a reply, you sigh and look back out to the city. He glances over at you with a sympathetic gaze. “So why are you crying?” He requested. You look back to him, meeting his gaze. Before you can look any longer he snaps his head back towards the city, avoiding eye contact.
“I guess I was overwhelmed. I couldn’t sleep and fresh air felt like the best remedy for both. It wasn’t” You reply honestly. “Why are yo-“ Bucky begins but is cut off by you. “Why do you hate me?” You blurt out. He looks over at you in pure confusion.
“Hate you?” He whispers. “Yeah. Why do you hate me? Did I do something? If I did, I’m sorry” you spit out, slightly rambling. “I don’t hate you Y/N” he sternly replies. You sigh and hold your head in your hands, massaging your temples in an attempt to relieve your stress.
“You’re stressing yourself out” he sternly sympathizes. “Yeah. I tend to do that a lot” you chuckle. He meets your gaze and you lightly smile at him. He tries to look away but can’t pull himself away from looking into your eyes. “Don’t smile at me like that” he mutters. Your smile drops and you look at him in confusion. “Like what?” You hesitantly ask. “I don’t deserve a smile like that” he replies in a whisper.
“Bucky…” you begin but he cuts you off. “Don’t. Don’t do that” he sternly replies, slightly raising his voice. “Don’t what? I want to help” you reply, mimicking his volume. “I can’t let you. I can’t accept your sympathy” Bucky mutters, slightly moving away from you. “But why?” You mutter back, voice slightly shaky.
“Because I don’t want to hurt you” he blurts out. “I have hurt so many people. More than you can count. Out of all the people in this world, you are one that I don’t want to hurt” he snapped. You look at him in pure confusion. All this time it always felt like Bucky hated you with every bone in his body.
His eyes soften when he sees your confusion and he lets out a sigh. “You really thought I hated you… didn’t you?” he sighs. “Well… yeah. How could I not think that?” You question softly. He sighs yet again and wipes his hand over his face before turning to you.
“I was afraid that if I let myself get close to you, that you would somehow get hurt. My best idea was to push you away and be distant, to keep you safe.” He stated. “After a while you became distant as well so I assumed that you hated me for what I was doing” he stammered.
“I just assumed you hated me, so I tried to grow cold towards you. It only became harder when you and Sam got closer.” You mutter in response. “When Sam told me you were coming to stay here I became worried because I thought you hated me and I would have to spend a bunch of time in my room so you and Sam could have your time together.” You gulp, replying honestly.
“I didn’t mean to make you sad. That was the opposite of what I wanted to do.” Bucky stammers, his face growing redder and eyes becoming glassy. He begins to stutter over his words and his voice becomes less clear. A single tear streams down his cheek as he tries to talk.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. Don’t push yourself. Take your time” you sympathize, keeping your voice as comforting as possible. “Is it okay if I touch you?” You ask gently, searching his eyes as you wait for an answer.
He nods as he presses his lips together, more warm tears staining his cheeks as you get closer. You gently rest your hand on his forearm and he sighs in relief at your touch. “I’m so sorry” he trembles.
“You don’t have to be. You were doing what you thought was best. Even though your plan was stupid.” You chuckle slightly, brushing your hand over his skin to comfort him. He chokes out a chuckle in response and nods. “You’re right… you’re always right” he replies.
You hesitantly bring your hand up to his face, wiping the tears that were staining his cheeks. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry” you whisper. “I want to help Bucky. Do you want space?” You ask lightly. You slowly remove your hand from his arm, assuming he wants space. He quickly places his hand on top of yours, pressing it back into his skin. “Please, don’t leave me alone.” He stutters, voice filled with sadness and worry.
“Okay. Okay. I’m not going anywhere. Just take deep breaths with me.” You smile warmly. He sighs, keeping his hand pressed against yours, gently brushing his thumb back and forth against the back of your hand, taking in the softness of your skin. He follows your deep breaths as you comfort him with your touch. Once his breathing becomes regular and his eyes dry up slightly, he gently clears his throat breaking the silence that fills the air.
“I don’t want to do it anymore,” Bucky whispers. “Do what?” You ask gently. “I don’t want to spend any more time pushing you away.” He replies hesitantly. You smile at him once again, his eyes soften and his pupils dilate. “You don’t have to.” You smile back.
“Keep smiling at me like that.” He pleads, a smile creeping upon his lips. Your gaze fixates on his lips and he slightly leans closer. His eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. “If I kiss you now… I will only want more.” He states in honesty. “I know that if I get the chance to kiss you once, It’ll make me want it for a lifetime.” He mutters.
A gust of wind swirls the air, rippling through the fabric of your clothing, sending a shiver down your spine. “Are you cold?” He asks gently. “Maybe a little, but I don’t wanna go anywhere. I wanna stay in this moment.” You stutter. He lightly chuckles at your honesty and smiles.
Bucky hesitantly lifts his metal arm, wrapping it around you, pulling you closer into his chest. You rest your head against the soft fabric of his shirt and listen to his steady heartbeat as he traces circles against your back. “Can I be honest with you?” He asks gently, the hum of his voice sending chills down your spine.
“Always” you reply softly. “You are the only person that I want to be close to” he states. Your heart fills with warmth as you pull your head from his chest, looking up into his eyes. “Really?” You ask in disbelief. “I could never lie to you” he chuckles.
You’re unable to fight the smile that creeps up on your face, your cheeks turning pink from his words. He smiles back at you as he lifts his arm, holding his hand under your chin and pulling you up to his lips. His scent wrapped itself around you filling your airway with the smell of cedarwood and eucalyptus. His lips were soft but the stubble on his face tickled your skin in the most perfect way. You pull away, admiring his face and he sighs at the loss of contact.
“Don’t pull away, not just yet” he smiles before pulling you in for another kiss. His lips are warm and when they’re entangled with yours, your entire body feels warm. You place your hand against his chest and he pulls away with a smile. He chuckles to himself when his eyes meet yours once again. “What’s so funny?” You smile.
“I was right. Now that I’ve done it once, I want it for a lifetime” he whispers against your skin. Chills shoot down your spine at his breath dancing on your skin. “Then for a lifetime it will be” you smile back.
Pairing: Boss!Bucky x Assistant!Reader x Boss!Steve Rogers
Summary: The lines of professionalism and desire between you and your boss have been crossed, but what happens when they become blurred?
Warnings: Smut 18+ only, threesome, rough sex, semi-public sex, oral (m & f receiving), semi-degradation, swallowing, creampie, a dash of fluff, possessive!bucky, bucky’s kind of a douche at times, spanking, choking, it’s just filth honestly
Word Count: 3.8k
A/N: Hi! This is a sequel to Business & Pleasure but it’s also my excuse to live out my Bucky & Steve threesome fantasy, hope you like it & as per always, feedback is appreciated! 😘
Ever since your encounter after work with Bucky, things between the two of you had changed dramatically. When you weren’t pressed against his desk, hand over your mouth as Bucky fucked you hard and fast, you were in his sheets, screaming his name as loud as possible. It had been the most exciting and eye opening few months of your life, discovering this new side to your boss. He had always been mysterious and elusive to you, but now you knew him inside and out.
You knew where he liked to be touched, what actions could bring him to his knees the fastest. You knew what ticked him off and how to calm him down, especially on days where the work load was especially hard. However, you hadn’t agreed to keep things exclusive, and even though Bucky wasn’t the type to go through a slew of women at a time, that didn’t mean that women wouldn’t throw themselves at him at any given chance. You had always quietly seethed when witnessing how blatantly your female coworkers would flirt with him, but he never gave them the time of day. Bucky only ever dedicated his time to you, he had proven this to you on several occasions.
When he wasn’t swamped with work and hectic business meetings, he’d always look to you to be his stress reliever. Your relationship was based around sex mostly, but sometimes the lines would get blurred and you didn’t know exactly where you stood with him. He had shown up to your apartment on more than one occasion, fully expecting him to just be there for a quickie, but instead Bucky would prefer to cuddle and watch a movie. You’d wake up in his arms, his serene sleeping face beside yours and his strong scent lingering all over you.
It was both bliss and torture, you loved feeling wanted by him but at the same time you knew he’d never truly be yours.
You knew the risks when you began this rendezvous with your boss, you just didn’t expect for the feelings that arose towards Bucky to be as strong as they were. As much as you loved playing his whore, you also craved the moments where he showed you any amount of real affection. He could be kind and sweet, you saw the genuineness in his eyes. At times his touches were gentle, making you feel like you were his entire world. He’d make love to you, or at least that’s what it felt like to you, and he’d stare deeply into you in an almost adoring way. It made you question everything, but you were never brave enough to delve into that territory. You kept Bucky at arms length, where it was safe.
Your teeth were clenched as you sat across from Bucky and him. There he was, in all of his well dressed and apt looking glory, Steve Rogers. Bucky’s longest and dearest friend, who just so happened to also be his business partner. You had seen him in the office before, he worked in a different building and would drop by from time to time. He would always have on his sharpest looking suit and his hair usually gelled back, he had a neatly trimmed beard that accentuated his bone structure perfectly. He was tall, muscular and strong, but most noticeable of all his features were his green eyes, they had hints of blue in them and one glance could be enough to make anyone swoon.
It was pointless to deny that you liked whenever he’d visit. He would always stop by your desk before heading into Bucky’s office, giving you suggestive grins as his eyes would roam appreciatively over your body. You always felt flustered right after, needing to excuse yourself so you could get some air. It was always hard being in a room with both him and Bucky, the air always felt heavy and you couldn’t help the fantasies that would play in your mind where they’d be taking turns bending you over. And now you sat across from both of them, the only difference now being that you were screwing your boss.
The meeting ended and you finally felt like you could breathe again, it had felt like you were sat there for ages, talking in circles about the same mundane things. Bucky shot you a look that you knew by heart, it was the kind of look where you knew he was upset and he needed you in his office yesterday. You gathered your belongings and excused yourself, glancing over at Steve who only smirked in turn. You waited until Bucky had closed the door to his office to make your way over to it, knocking on it twice to not arouse any suspicion. Even though the work day was over, you were never sure who could be watching.
“Come in.” His voice sounded stern and you felt immediately uneasy. For once you weren’t sure what had him so agitated. The meeting had being going well, or so that’s what you could recall when your mind wasn’t so preoccupied thinking of what you’d look like with Bucky and Steve’s cocks filling you up.
You stepped inside Bucky’s office, quietly shutting the door behind you. You were about to comment something sarcastic, but as if Bucky could read your mind, he turned to face you and pinned you down with a hard look. The kind of look he’d give you when you were being a brat in the bedroom and he had to teach you a lesson in obeying orders.
“I know you want to fuck him,” Bucky said in an eerily calm way, you opened your mouth to protest but no words were able to leave your lips. “Darlin’, you must really think that I’m blind, that I can’t see the way you look at Steve. I know what goes through that mind of yours. I’m not just an expert in how you like to be touched, I also know what you want, it’s written all over your face.”
“What?” You let out as you regained your composure, “I don’t want to fuck him, what the hell makes you think that? And even if I did, so what? I’m not allowed to even look at other men anymore?” You inadvertently walked into Bucky’s trap, you admitted to it without even thinking.
“I never said that,” Bucky countered, “I was just pointing out the obvious, I’m not mad about that. I’m more upset about the fact that you want to deny it when we both know it’s true. You’re free to do as you please, you always knew the rules of our arrangement.”
You were pissed off. Sure, Bucky wasn’t wrong. You knew deep down if the occasion arose that you wouldn’t hesitate to fuck Steve, he was attractive and probably amazing in bed. You just hated the condescending tone in Bucky’s voice, it made you feel like he was belittling you.
“So you wouldn’t care if I fucked your best friend?” You sneered, watching the way Bucky’s eyes flickered with rage, “You wouldn’t be angry if I sucked his cock the way I suck yours? If I let him fill up my tight little pussy the way I let you?”
“Watch the next words that come out of your mouth.” Bucky hissed, giving you a warning glare.
Before you knew it, Bucky’s hands were on you, roughly grabbing you by your hair as he crashed his lips onto yours, biting down hard on your bottom lip. You tasted the metallic tang of blood on your tongue as he kissed you. You gasped at the sensation of Bucky ripping your shirt and bra off your body, not giving you enough time to think as he pinched your nipples hard, making you cry out. He wrapped his prosthetic hand around your throat, choking you as tears welled up in your eyes from the lack of oxygen. You wanted to be furious, to push Bucky away and slap the shit out of his smug face, but you liked the way he was man handling you. Your pussy was already soaked and you were eager for him to fuck you roughly, like he hated you.
But instead, Bucky pushed you down harshly to your knees, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock from the confines of his trousers. He was rock hard and already dripping precum.
“Put that mouth of yours to better use than pissing me off.” Bucky spat out as he shoved his erection past your lips, you gagged initially as his cock hit the back of your throat, but you were used to his size now so you relaxed your muscles and let him face fuck you as he had done many times in the past. Tears and saliva ran down your face making you look utterly ravished. You loved every second of being used by Bucky, loved the depraved sounds coming from his mouth and the crazed look in his eyes as he continuously forced his throbbing cock in your mouth.
You were lost in a daze, completely out of your mind and enjoying yourself a little too much when you heard the door knob turning and the door to Bucky’s office opening. You felt a rush of panic going down your spine as you turned your face only to be met with Steve’s shocked expression. He stood by the door, not knowing what to do as he watched Bucky face fuck you as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“Shit, man my bad, I didn’t know you were busy,” Steve stammered, a slight blush creeping up his neck. “I was just heading out, but I had forgotten to grab something from your office. I can leave-“
“No,” Bucky smirked, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing your face back onto his cock, you were caught off guard as you gagged around his length again, pulling away slightly so you could breathe. “Stay, this is exactly what this little slut wanted, isn’t it?” He grabbed you abruptly by your cheeks and made you look at him, his eyes were wide with rage and lust.
“Isn’t it?” He demanded.
“Y-Yes…” You let out sheepishly.
“You wanted Steve to see what a good little whore you are,” Bucky taunted, “Tell him how badly you want his cock.” He yanked you up by your hair, your tits bouncing in the air, making Steve swallow thickly. He was completely confused by the whole ordeal, but he couldn’t deny he was also incredibly turned on. Steve’s cock was hard in his pants and he was more than willing to participate in whatever little game you and Bucky had going on. He and Bucky had done crazier things in the past, sharing a girl wasn’t anything new.
Steve shut the door behind him and walked over to you, already removing his shirt as he took in your debauched appearance. You couldn’t believe what was happening, yet you knew how desperately you wanted it.
“Please…” Your voice was shaky as you felt Steve’s calloused hands on your heated skin.
“Please, what?” Bucky spat.
“Please, I want his cock.” It was nearly a whisper, but it was enough as Bucky pushed you back down on your knees and your fingers started undoing Steve’s belt. You looked up at Steve, he had a hungry look in his eyes as he watched you, your mascara coated eyelashes fluttered as you pulled down his pants, hand instinctively wrapping itself around the base of his cock. He was perhaps a little bigger than Bucky, but not nearly as thick. Still, your mouth watered at the sight of Steve hard and ready for you. He hissed as your lips parted open and you sucked on the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it and making all sorts of vulgar sounds.
Expertly, you took him down your throat, only gagging a little bit as he thrusted his hips forward, getting accustomed to the warm wetness of your mouth. You made a show of sucking him off, it turned you on knowing that Bucky was watching as you pleasured his best friend. You knew without glancing at him that he was quietly fuming, and though you were still angry with him, you weren’t completely heartless. Without disconnecting your mouth from Steve’s cock, you reached out to grab Bucky’s painfully hard length, pleasantly surprised when he let you. A low growl escaped his lips as you stroked him languidly, he quickly took the reins back, fingers tangling in your hair as he shoved his cock inside of your mouth, replacing Steve’s.
You moaned wantonly around his length, hand kneading Steve’s erection as Bucky resumed his place inside of your mouth. One of your wildest fantasies was coming to life and it felt too good to be real. As your mind slipped away, the only thing grounding you back to reality was the realization that two gorgeous men were currently coming undone in the palm of your hand. You took turns sucking on both Steve and Bucky’s cocks, eyes fixated on both of them as they watched you like a predator stalking its prey.
Once your jaw began getting tired, you stood up, letting both men caress your breasts and whatever exposed skin they could touch and fondle. Steve suddenly turned your face towards his so he could kiss you, teasingly sliding his tongue inside of your mouth and making you moan against him. Bucky’s nostrils flared as he watched Steve kissing you, he pulled you away from him and kissed you messily, the kind of sloppy wet kisses you loved.
“I really need one of you to fuck me right now.” You breathed out, feeling the way Steve smirked against your neck and the way Bucky squeezed your thigh hard enough to leave a bruise.
“You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?” He chuckled against your ear, without hesitation Bucky threw you down into the large leather couch in his office. You were on all fours, your ass still covered by your tight pencil skirt, Bucky’s favorite. He pulled your skirt down, sliding it off your legs and fully off you. Smirking, he slapped your ass hard, surely leaving a bright red handprint.
Bucky peeled off your panties, eyes devouring your glistening cunt. Steve’s cock twitched at the sight, stroking his cock as he watched Bucky spread your ass cheeks, revealing your tight wet pussy. He dove right in with his tongue, licking a long stripe from your asshole to your clit. You moaned out loudly, biting down on your bottom lip as your body shivered with pleasure. He licked your pussy just how he knew you liked it, he had all of your sensitive spots memorized, Bucky was an expert on your body.
As Bucky took his time eating you out, you reached out and grabbed Steve’s cock, stroking it for him and taking him back in your mouth. You needed a distraction as you eventually felt the warmth of Bucky’s mouth leaving your cunt only for it to be replaced by his thick cock sliding past your lips, stuffing you to the brim. You gasped around Steve’s erection, pushing back into Bucky’s thrusts as he snapped his hips forward, you loved the way his balls hit your ass as he fucked you relentlessly.
“S’fucking good, fuck…” You whined as Bucky slapped your ass again, continuing to drive his length deep inside of you making you see stars each time it brushed over your sensitive spongey tissue.
“You want Steve to fuck you too? hm?” He asked in a harsh whisper, hand wrapping itself around your hair, pulling you away from him. “Use your words, baby.”
“Please, Steve, I want your cock inside me.”
“Been waiting for you to say that.” Steve kissed you fervently as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down onto the couch so you were laying down, legs spread as he nestled between them, nudging his cock past your folds. Your nails raked down his toned arms as the initial sting of him stretching you out overwhelmed your senses. Steve thrusted hard into you, picking up the pace causing your sweaty body to slip around the leather couch. He grabbed you with his big hands and switched up the position so you were on top of him, gasping as his cock slipped out of you momentarily. You lifted yourself up and slowly sank back onto his shaft, undulating your hips as you took every inch of him deep inside your pussy.
The noises leaving Steve’s mouth as you rode him were sinful, you loved the look on his face, his emerald eyes glazed with lust. As much as you enjoyed fucking him, your mind could only think about Bucky. You peered over at him, he grimaced as he watched Steve’s hands roaming up and down your body, touching you in ways that only Bucky was allowed to.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon…” You let out with a choked moan as Steve pinched your nipples, your walls clenched tightly around him, the beginning spasms of your orgasm coiling in your stomach. Bucky pulled your face towards his, kissing you hard as his cold prosthetic hand wrapped itself around your neck. He wanted to be the one to make you cum, he wanted you to remember who could truly set your skin on fire.
Bucky lifted you away from Steve, pushing you down onto the couch so he could wrap his arms around your thighs, burying his tongue in your aching pussy. Your fingers threaded through his soft hair as you whimpered, pulling on it harder the more he lapped at your clit. The cooling sensation of his fingers sliding past your folds had you on the edge, your back arched off the sofa as the pleasure between your legs built.
“That’s it,” Bucky rasped, “Cum for me baby…”
The coil inside of you snapped as you came all over his fingers, shockwaves of ecstasy rippled throughout your body making your eyes water from the intensity of your orgasm. Bucky caught you off guard as he slid inside of you again, not giving you a chance to catch your breath as he fucked you roughly, chasing his own release. “S’good baby, feels incredible.” You knew he was close as his cock twitched inside of you, with a few more thrusts he coated your inner walls with his release. Panting heavily as the last bit of his orgasm washed over him.
With Bucky’s cum leaking out of you, you reached over to take Steve’s cock back in your mouth. He growled low, hand burying itself in your mussed hair as he thrusted his hips forward. You tasted precum on your tongue and you readied yourself for his release.
Your skilled tongue swirled over the head of his cock, sucking him off in fast successions as his grip on your hair tightened. Steve threw his head back in bliss as he came hard inside of your mouth, you swallowed every last drop, a satisfied smile spreading across your face as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand.
“Holy shit…” Steve let out as he sat on the couch, his bare chest heaving up and down, completely blown away by what had just transpired. “I need to find me an assistant like you, doll.” He ran his thumb over your swollen lips, leaning in to catch you in a messy open mouthed kiss. You moaned into the kiss, caressing Steve’s scruffy beard.
“Mm, maybe we can make this happen more often,” You purred, adding more fuel to the fire, “I can assist you both whenever you’d like.”
Bucky laughed, it wasn’t his usual playful laugh but rather a bitter one. “Not a chance in hell.” He slipped his pants back on, his demeanor completely changed as he disregarded both you and Steve.
“Hm, I guess not.” Steve chuckled, not thinking much of it as he began getting dressed. Your eyes remained on Bucky who looked disgruntled and on the verge of murder with his jaw clenched tightly and lips pressed into a thin line.
You were confused yet again, he had been the one to ask Steve to join in on the fun, but now it looked like he regretted it by how standoffish he acted. You didn’t understand why he had even agreed to it if he had such an issue with it, you wanted to confront him. Your anger had dissipated some, but you could feel it rising deep within you again.
Steve got himself together and gathered his things, he could tell there was tension in the air and didn’t say anything as he left Bucky’s office. You were alone with him now, the office building was completely empty and for that, you were grateful. You felt ready to explode as Bucky just ignored you, too preoccupied sorting through files on his desk.
You slipped on your clothes in complete silence, waiting for Bucky to say something, anything.
“Let me get this straight,” You began, rather calmly despite the way your blood boiled in your veins, “You let your friend fuck me and now you’re the one that’s pissed? You didn’t even bother asking me if I was okay with it.”
“I didn’t see you complaining,” Bucky said nonchalantly, finally meeting your gaze, “Clearly you enjoyed it.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, rolling your eyes at his cavalier response. “Clearly you enjoyed it too,” You hissed, “I guess I’ve just gotten really good at being your personal whore.”
Bucky slammed his fists on the wooden desk, making you jump slightly, “Don’t fucking say that, that’s not what you are.”
“That’s all I am to you, you had no issue reminding me.”
Bucky sighed in exasperation, standing up and walking over to you, “You’re wrong. That’s not what you are to me at all.”
“Then what am I?” You demanded.
“You’re my everything,” His answer caught you completely off guard and your body immediately stiffened, “Fuck, it was physically painful to watch him touch you, I wanted to rip his fucking hands off!”
“I thought it was what you wanted, but I can’t pretend that I’m okay with it,” Bucky looked defeated, “I can’t pretend anymore, I can’t fathom the thought of someone else touching you…”
You gasped as he closed the gap between you and held your face in his hands, he pressed his lips against yours, his eyes laced with adoration as he kissed you.
“Never again,” You breathed out against his mouth, feeling like you shed the last bit of doubt from your heart, “Never again will I let anyone but you touch me.”
summary: while the avengers help you and bucky move, you attempt to help carry something only to have your overprotective husband get in the way
word count: 785
warnings: pregnancy, fluff
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Making your way out of the front doors of the compound, a tote bag in hand, Bucky immediately turned around when he heard the door shut behind you.
“Hey!” He exclaimed, rushing up the stairs and taking the tote bag from your grasp. “Are you crazy? I told you not to carry anything.”
“I’m fine, Buck.” You assured him, resting one hand on his shoulder and the other on your lower back. “It wasn’t even heavy.”
You knew that would do nothing to calm your husband. Ever since you had discovered that you were pregnant he had been nothing but overprotective- not allowing you to go on missions anymore, making sure you didn’t carry anything, even getting up whenever you needed something so you could sit and “rest” in bed.
You understood why he was protective- he had lost everything. To be able to start a family with you was something he had almost never dreamed possible, but as the future was now in front of him he would do whatever it took to protect those he loved- even by doing things as minuscule as making sure you didn’t assist him and the other members of your team carry boxes to the UHaul.
“Both of you need to relax.” Sam said, laying his hands on both of your shoulders. “Buck, you need to chill out man- this bag has like one t-shirt in it. And you,” He said, turning to face you. “You’re the luckiest woman on the planet right now. You have the Avengers helping you move. I know you want to help, but we’ve got this handled and I think you’re going to give your man a heart attack if you keep picking up stuff. Let us handle it, Y/n.”
Listening to Sam’s words, you sighed, nodding your head.
“Okay.” You begrudgingly agreed. “But, I’m going to stay out here and watch. I don’t need you boys breaking anything.”
“What do you think I’m here for?” You heard Natasha call from the truck, hopping out the back. “If it weren’t for me, they would have put guns with the china.”
“I know, Nat.” You said aloud, making your way over to the chair by the pile of boxes. “Just let me feel useful.”
Standing by your side, your husband rested his hand on your lower back, taking one of your hands in his as he helped lower you into the seat. Once you were comfortably positioned, you turned to face him as he kneeled by your side.
“Why can’t you just sit back and let us handle it, doll?” Bucky asked, his face softening.
Staring ahead at Nat, Sam and Steve picking up boxes, you shook your head and sighed.
“I just want to feel useful, Buck.” You said. “Eight months ago I was with the rest of you kicking ass and now I just sit at the Compound all day. I know that I still help from here sometimes, but I can’t even reach for a mug off of the top shelf without asking for help, Buck. I just feel so useless sometimes-”
Squeezing your hand tighter, your husband adamantly shook his head.
“Y/n, if anything I’m the useless one.” Bucky said. “Why do you think I won't let you do stupid stuff like grab your phone off of the dresser when you’re in bed? You’re already doing everything, doll. You’ve been carrying our kid for seven months and taking care of not just them, but me and the whole team too. I just want you to let me take care of you, okay? I’m serious. I think I’ll cry right now if you call yourself useless again, Y/n, and you know I’m an ugly crier- so watch it.”
Feeling tears brim in your own eyes, you laughed, wiping them away.
“You are an ugly crier.”
Not being able to help the laugh that escaped his mouth, your husband pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss against your skin.
“You weren’t supposed to agree, doll.”
“I’m your pregnant wife, Buck. Not a liar.” You joked, gently patting the side of his face. “Now go help Sam carry our dresser. I’ll be okay.”
Nodding, the hint of a smile not leaving his face, Bucky let go of your hand, pushing himself to his feet. Brushing off his jeans, he shot you one last grin before making his way back over towards the team.
“Alright,” He announced, clapping. “Let’s hurry this up. We got a nursery to paint.”
Listening to your husband and the rest of the team laugh, you rested your hand on your belly, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to finally relax knowing that everything would be okay.
Summary: Drunk on Asgardian ale, Bucky waxes poetic about eating your peach, much to your embarrassment and the amusement of the other Avengers. [Humor, sexual innuendo and light frottage, 18+ for Bucky’s dirty mouth]
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.1K
Author's Note: This was written for @sweeterthanthis’s challenge. I have been dealing with some writer's block over the last few weeks and her prompt really inspired me to write this fun little fic. Reblog or comment if you enjoy! Thank you @whisperlullaby and @dark-side-of-the-marvelous-moon for their beta work!
“Another round!” Thor declares, loud enough to make you wince and the rest of the table cheer.
Steve is the only one who doesn’t seem to notice. You’ve been watching him pet Sharon’s leather jacket for the last 30 minutes. He seems fascinated by the material, running his fingers across the supple brown leather as he mumbles to himself. Like Bucky and Stark, Steve imbibed several Asgardian ales earlier in the evening and is extremely drunk. It’s amusing to see a lighter side of him and you’re fairly certain this is the most you’ve ever heard Bucky speak. You were surprised when he sat down beside you earlier. He was always polite and reserved with you but now he’s pressing up against you in a way that makes your skin tingle as he tells stories that have Steve blushing.
You’re just the right side of tipsy, body buzzed and relaxed enough that you let yourself lean into him just a little. It probably means nothing. Bucky’s likely too drunk to even realize what he’s doing but that doesn’t stop you from letting yourself indulge in his body heat and the musky scent of his cologne. You’ve had a crush on him for ages and spent more time than is healthy thinking about what that metal arm could do. You know he doesn’t like you back, he’s hardly said more than five words to you until tonight.
“Hey,” Bucky says softly, tapping on your shoulder to get your attention.
“What’s up?” You ask, bemused by the sweet but very drunken look on his face.
“You should know I could eat a peach for hours,” Bucky informs you, making an unnerving amount of eye contact with you for a drunk person.
Beside him, Sam chokes on his beer and Sharon hides a laugh behind a fake cough but Bucky doesn’t seem to notice, continuing to stare at you.
“Ok,” you tell him sweetly, patting his hand.
You’re not entirely sure what brought on his sudden obsession with fruit or the need to tell you about it.
“Hours,” he says again, expression serious. “Hours.”
The rest of the table erupts into laughter and you look around confused.
“It’s a sexual thing,” Natasha says when it’s clear you don’t get the joke. “He wants to eat your peach.”
“My peach?” You ask, confused.
“Mmm, your peach,” Bucky confirms, the tips of his metal fingers stroking your arm as he pulls you against his body firmly.
“You grow peaches?” Scott asks. “That’s cool man, didn’t know you gardened.”
“This conversation is a mess,” Sam mutters.
“Oh for Christ's sake,” Sharon says, setting her drink down hard enough to startle Steve. “Your pussy. Barnes wants to eat your pussy and you probably should let him so he’ll shut the fuck up about how much he likes you. If I have to listen to him wax poetic about you over comms again I’m either gonna kill Barnes or eat that peach myself.”
You stare at Sharon wide-eyed and horrified as Bucky continues to nuzzle your neck. Before you can respond Stark slides in beside Natasha with a grin on his face.
“Whose peach are we eating?” He asks.
“Yours,” Natasha deadpans. “And I skipped lunch.”
“Uh, no. Hard pass. You don’t strike me as a gentle lover Romanoff and my peach needs a tender touch. It’s delicate,” Stark snarks back, eyeing the rest of the table contemplatively. “Wilson, you seem like a considerate lover. You wanna eat my peach?”
“I’m not drunk enough for this conversation,” Sam says, shaking his head.
“I’ve been told I am a gentle lover, skilled in the art of cunnilingus,” Thor volunteers proudly.
“Oh my god,” Sam mutters. “I need more alcohol.”
“Real talk, peaches are my favorite stone fruit,” Scott adds. “Like put that shit in a Bellini and I’m there.”
”My peach,” Bucky says with a happy sigh, snuggling closer to you as you watch Sam down three shots in quick succession.
Help me you mouth at Natasha desperately.
“Barnes,” she says, snapping her fingers in Bucky’s face to draw his attention away from you. “I’m cold. Get my jacket.”
“I’ll get your jacket,” Steve volunteers brightly.
The glare Natasha levels in his direction makes him frown like a confused puppy.
“Jacket. Now,” she commands, turning to face Bucky again.
Bucky pouts but pulls away from you, sliding out underneath the table with a surprising amount of grace for a drunk person. He ruins the illusion a moment later when he seems to trip on air and slam against the wall with a loud thwack. Once he turns the corner Natasha stands and reaches for you, pulling you to your feet.
“Alright let’s go before Barnes says something really embarrassing.”
“Don’t forget your jacket,” Steve reminds you both helpfully.
“Didn’t bring one,” Natasha says with a grin, pulling you out into the street and ushering you into a waiting cab.
The following Monday at work, you don’t see Bucky. He skips the morning briefing and is suspiciously absent from the cafeteria where he and Steve usually meet for lunch. You expected to be teased mercilessly for what occurred at the disastrous happy hour on Friday but Sharon only smiles when she sees you and Scott requests his normal high five when you pass him in the hall. By the time lunch rolls around you’ve convinced yourself that everyone was either too drunk to remember what Bucky said or is too polite to bring it up.
At least that’s what you think until Sam appears at your desk around noon, asking for a post-it note so he can leave a note for Maria. When you pull open the top drawer where you keep all your office supplies you find it completely full of peaches. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation.
“It was Sharon’s idea,” he tells you. “Thought maybe you could share with Barnes.”
You say nothing, shutting the desk drawer firmly and rising to your full height. You channel your inner Natasha when you finally meet Sam’s gaze, giving him an unimpressed look.
“I am going to get some coffee and by the time I get back the peaches better be gone. Or I am going to tell Natasha who really was responsible for eating the Voodoo Donuts Maria brought her back from Portland. I’m fairly certain she was being literal when she threatened to wear that person’s rib cage as a hat*.”
Sam shudders, clearly remembering Natasha’s colorful threat to anyone within earshot after she came back and found her beloved dessert missing.
“Do we understand each other?” You ask him, brow raised.
“Jesus woman. Bucky said you were sweet," he grumbles, hands raised in defeat. "I’ll remove the offending items.”
“Thank you,” you tell him sweetly, patting his arm. “Always knew you were the smartest Avenger.”
When you return from your break 15 minutes later Sam and the peaches are gone.
The rest of the day passes without interruption and by the time you leave, the parking garage at the compound is mostly empty. You’re nearly to your parking spot when you see Bucky loitering near your car, his hand shoved deep into his pockets as he paces back and forth. He stops when he sees you, expression tense.
“Hey,” he returns, pursuing his lips as he clears his throat and hunches his shoulders. “Sorry for hanging around the parking garage like a creep. I wanted to talk to you in private,” he explains, rubbing the back of his neck, averting his gaze. “I uh, think I owe you an apology for my behavior Friday night. I was way out of line. Really sorry for what I said and for touching you without permission.”
“Thank you for apologizing,” you tell him sincerely. “I was a little embarrassed but not upset or offended. Especially not if your offer still stands.”
Bucky’s eyes snap to your face, brows furrowed. You’re just as surprised as Bucky by your boldness but now that the words are out, you’re determined to stand by them. Natasha had assured you Bucky did in fact like you in the cab ride home but was entirely inept at asking you. Too afraid of the inevitable rejection he expected. If there ever was a moment to shoot your shot, it was now.
“My offer?” he asks carefully.
“Yes, uh...my peach?” You mumble, heat rushing to your face.
“Your peach,” Bucky repeats slowly. “I gotta ask doll, make sure we’re on the same page here. We’re not talking about the fruit, right?”
“Right,” you confirm, feeling breathless when you see the tense expression on his face dissolve into something heated as his bright blue eyes darken.
The change in his body language from timid and unsure to something confident and seductive makes heat bloom in your belly and throat go dry. You draw in an unsteady breath as he steps closer to you, eyes roving over your face as he takes in your response to him. When you swallow heavily his eyes track the motion, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Yes, but maybe not for hours,” you tell him with a nervous giggle as he reaches out to cup your jaw. “Cause I got things to do, plus, uh, chafing.”
Bucky says nothing, settling his metal hand on your hip and walking about back until you bump into your car with a startled little noise he swallows up as his mouth seals over yours. His lips slide against yours firmly and your eyelids flutter closed at the sensation. The hand on your jaw sweeps down the side of your neck as he cups the back of your head. You part your lips to let him deepen the kiss. He tastes faintly of coffee and something sweet and you let out a needy little moan that has him pressing his body fully against yours with a groan.
Your lips part with a wet pop when Bucky pulls away a moment later. You both stare at each other, chests heaving as you catch your breath. Bucky’s expression is surprisingly tender as he gazes down at you and strokes the line of your throat with his thumb.
“Been wanting to do that for ages,” he confesses. “Dreamed about it.”
“Dreamed about you too,” you admit with a gasp when his lips brush over the shell of your ear and he palms your ass.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans. “You gonna let me take you home and eat that sweet little cunt until you’re begging for me to stop?” He asks.
Something pleasant and wanting tightens in your gut at the unexpected filth Bucky whispers so sweetly in your ear.
“Oh god. Please."
“Begging so sweetly already,” he says with a chuckle. “Gonna beg for my cock too?”
You can only groan in response as Bucky slips a thick thigh between your legs and guides you to grind down on him. Later you'll be embarrassed and maybe a little horrified at the way you're both practically dry-humping each other in the parking lot but right now all you can think about is the delicious friction and Bucky's lips on your throat.
“Do I need to get the hose?” A familiar voice asks, causing Bucky to tear his mouth from your neck as you shriek in surprise. “I gotta imagine there are some HR rules against this type of thing and it definitely falls under public indecency.”
“Wilson, I swear to God if you don't get the fuck out of here I’m going to break more than your wings,” Bucky warns.
“What’s with the threats of bodily harm today?” Sam asks. “First your girl, now you. Y’all are meant for each other,” he grumbles but you don’t miss the grin he hides as he continues on to his car.
You bury your head in Bucky’s chest, embarrassed but pleased in a way that makes your skin feel warm and tingly.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe that happened. I’m never going to live this down.”
“Hey,” Bucky whispers, the hand on your neck urging you to look up at him. “This is small potatoes compared to getting drunk and talking about eating peaches in public,” he says, making you giggle. “Besides, Wilson won't say anything to anyone. As much as it pains me to admit, he’s a good friend. He’s probably over the moon I finally made a move.”
“I think I’m the one that made a move,” you remind him with a cocked brow.
“Oh, I’ll show you some moves,” Bucky promises. “Just as soon as I get you naked in my bed.”
*I stole this from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer quote: “If you're gonna crack jokes, then I'm gonna pull out your rib cage and wear it as a hat.”
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"I had a nightmare, I wanted to make sure you were okay." With Bucky, thank you doll ❤️
Summary || Bucky gets depressed and that's okay because it's normal.
Warning/content || depressed Bucky, soft Bucky
Paring || Bucky Barnes x female reader
Thank you for the request, love u ❤️
Arguing with Bucky was never easy, either by nature or the fact he had to conform to a false identity for the last few decades he would get upset.
Blinded by his feelings, not sure how to act on them or to act in a relationship period. Whenever he's upset about something he completely shuts off from the world, pretends he doesn't care about anything, that nothing matters.
He falls back into his old ways, before therapy, before he found a purpose in life. A grumpy man who acts like he has no one and ontop of that acts as if he wants everyone gone.
Like the night before, something has happened of course he wouldn't say a word about it, retreated to your shared bedroom and stayed in bed all day, not eating, not drinking nearly enough water. Emotionless, the only form of entertainment are white walls.
You worry, a lot. It's the exact reason you went to go pull him out of bed. It's normal to have bad days, Bucky's entitled to having a few bad days with the trauma that can last three life times.
Slowly petting his hair, feeling the silk strands move in-between the gaps of your fingers as sad blue eyes meet your own. "Hi Buck."
"Hi." It's sharp, not on purpose and he even noticed as his eyes gloss over. "Sorry."
"It's alright baby, you doing okay?" Bucky decides not to answer, only squeezes his eyes shut as his bottom lip starts to quiver.
"Don't cry, I'm right here. Everything is okay Buck." Pressing a kiss against his forehead as you sit on your knees on the side of the bed. "How about we go take a shower and get something to eat."
"Jus' wanna stay here sweetheart." He dismisses quickly, curling the covers closer but also moving into your touch with a sigh.
"You haven't eaten all day -."
"I don't want to move." Stubborn like usual but understandable.
"I'm worried, I want you to eat something." You try again.
"I told you no! Just leave me alone!" It's out of character, words resemble a broken man with tears that freely rush down his cheeks, turning to face the other direction.
He doesn't mean it. It happens more often then it should, especially with the antidepressants but he's only human after all, a man with a heavy-guilt ridden heart.
be put between you two, Grayson was insecure, how could he not be with a girlfriend like you?
Bucky's love for you is unconditional, there would be nothing with you. Before finding you days and nights morphed together, nothing made sense and while he's still trying to figure it out.. some things just keep getting in the way.
You haven’t talked to him since that night, it's almost been a full two days. After crying after his outburst, you decided it was best.. give him time to grieve or feeling though whatever has him so emotion.
It's hard not to, it's not his fault but a little pit of anger forms inside your stomach. It fills you with guilt, ashamed it even exists but also how easy it is form him to cast you away. Go days without checking in or even muttering a word. It's to the point that sleepung in the same bed is not an option, the couch would be fine.. so did Bucky seeing he didn’t even notice you'd stop checking on him.
Currently, falling to sleep is nearly impossible so instead a large wool planet wrapped around your shoulder, a good pulled up and over your hair because the living room is always so damn cold. It's at least three o'clock in the morning, a steaming cup of hot chocolate fills you with warmness as some kind of dumb cartoon as you fixated.
There's something peaceful about the early mornings and late nights, a mix of light traffic and crickets chirping but for Bucky it's filled with sweat that beats his forehead, a pounding head and paralyzing fear as he wakes with a gasp. his heart pounds inside his chest, reaching out next to him just to find the bed empty, lingering for your comfort.
It was surprising to hear the deep baritone of his voice so late, it makes you jump, almost spilling the hot chocolate. He leans against the door frame, only clad in a pair of boxers, his bare arms cross over his chest to rub over the large muscles of his biceps with explode with goosebumps. “Hi,” He pauses, “I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine, go back to sleep Buck.” The simple answer comes out more harsh then intended, lips dropping into a frown as a but of emotion fills his voice.
"I'm sorry I did it again, I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"No I'm sorry I didn't mean to answer you like that -- you have nothing to be sorry for Buc -."
Before the sentence could even get out Bucky drops to his knees in front of you, hands cupping your own, bringing them to his chest to feel the warmth of his body, beating of his heart. "I didn't want you to go away, you know that right? I want you with me, always."
"Buck, it's okay. You did nothing wrong - please don't feel like you did. I understand you want to be alone."
Tears of frustration pinch his eyes as he shakes his head. Bottom lip quivering as he meets your eyes. "It's not normal to be like this, the doctor said it would go away."
"Hey, hey." Soft fingers run over his jaw, lovingly rubbing sweet touched into the skin. "You're not normal baby, you're a super soldier who's lived through unimaginable things, you're stronger then anyone I know. It's okay to get sad and be alone, I understand."
Bucky smiles, it's sad and little crooked but still beautiful. "You are my heart, doll, you make everything better."
You smile so beautifully it makes him speechless, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, nuzzling the tips of your nose against the smooth skin of his neck. Feeling the brush of his beard as he just stays there - feeling you.
a concept: dark!bucky x dark!reader x dark!zemo + murder
reader has a list of people who has “wronged” them, bucky takes them out and zemo disposes the bodies (maybe has the butler help out)
bonus points if reader joins bucky. especially when one victim is someone reader used to be close with, so the kill is personal.
zemo looks on with pride in his eyes, seeing you feral in the way your hand brings down the knife, over and over. bucky would be right next to you, both of you covered in blood. he'd encourage you, instruct where to hit and how deep you should go, “can you feel that, darling? the way their life slips away so easily? doesn't it make you feel like a god? I can see you can't stop, don't want to stop”