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Unwanted: Chapter 22, Untold - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Pocket committing humourous and harmless crime, me not knowing how police stations work.

Word Count: 972

Previously On...: You and Tony tried to sheer some sheep. Now it looks like the cops are headed your way.

A/N: Listen, I am too proud of the headline that Tony makes up. Too proud. Also, at the very end, they say the things for the first time! XD

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“How many times do I have to tell you,” you told the officer who was questioning you, “we weren’t trying to steal the sheep, we were just trying to shear them.” You and Tony had been brought to the local police station and informed you were both going to be charged with trespassing, attempted theft, and criminal mischief. They’d separated the two of you, and you were doing your damned best to make sure that they at least dropped the attempted theft charge. “I demand to see the criminal statute that makes that illegal,” you said.

The officer rubbed his face with his hand. You’d been at this for awhile now, and it was obvious he regretted getting stuck with you.

The door to the interrogation room swung open, and another cop stuck his head in. “Jones,” he said, addressing the officer, “her lawyer’s here. We gotta cut her loose.” Lawyer? You didn’t have a lawyer. You couldn’t fucking afford a lawyer.

The other cop motioned for you to exit the interrogation room, which you did happily, and quickly, not wanting to spend another minute more in there than you had to. In the lobby, you saw Tony quietly speaking to a gray-haired gentleman.

“Ah, (Y/N),” he said when he saw you approach. “This is my attorney, Mr. Mitchell. He’s going to be representing the both of us over this little misunderstanding.”

You shook hands with the lawyer, but said “I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to utilize your services, Mr. Mitchell. I’m pretty sure they have to provide me with an attorney, as I most certainly cannot afford one.”

Tony scoffed at that. “Please. I got you into this, the least I can do is make sure you’ve got legal counsel.”

His words took you aback. You were so unaccustomed to having someone do something kind for you (even if, technically, the entire endeavor had been his idea) without expecting something in return.

“I’m not going to sleep with you in exchange for a lawyer, Tony,” you said.

Tony looked offended. “No offense, but you’re way too young for me. Besides, I don’t need to get girls a lawyer to get them to sleep with me, thank you very much.”

“If you’ll excuse me,” Mr. Mitchell said with an awkward cough, “I need to speak to the desk sergeant about finalizing your bail. The older man walked off, leaving you and Tony alone.

“Sorry about that,” you murmured. “I guess I’m just not used to people doing nice things for me without wanting something in exchange.”

Tony studied you. “You strike me as a girl who’s had to grow up pretty quickly,” he said. His voice wasn’t pitying, but it was sad. You just shrugged.

“Well,” he said after a moment, “the press will have a field day with this. I can see the headline now: ‘From Billionaire to Baaaaad Boy: Playful Playboy Arrested in Woolly Misadventure’.”

You snorted at that. “I can make sure they never hear about it,” you said.

Tony cocked his head at you. “Oh, you can, can you?” he asked.

You glanced over to where the precinct’s receptionist sat at her computer. “Can you cause a distraction? Get her away from that terminal for about five minutes?”

Tony brought a hand to his chin. “Like taking candy from a baby,” he said. He sauntered up to the receptionist and slammed his hand down on the counter, causing her to jump.

“Excuse me!” he shouted at her. “I demand to speak to your superior officer! I have never been treated so disrespectfully in my life!”

The receptionist blanched. “I’m sorry sir, but if you have a complaint, you can fill out–”

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” Tony shouted. “I demand you take me to your superior officer this instant, or I will have your job!”

The poor woman was frazzled as she led Tony back into the bowels of the precinct. As soon as they were out of sight, you ran around the counter to the terminal. It was only a matter of moments before you were able to locate the files for you and Tony, and with a few quick keystrokes, you had deleted them as though they never existed.

You quickly checked the pile of paper files waiting to be sorted, locating the case files for both you and Tony. Checking to make sure the receptionist and Tony weren’t yet on their way back, you stuffed them down into the very bottom of the public trash can before running back to stand exactly where Tony had left you.

In a few more moments, Tony and Mr. Mitchell came out from the back of the station together.

“Well, that was quite fortuitous,” Mr. Mitchell said. “It appears that there was some sort of computer error and your charges were erased from the system.” You avoided Tony’s glance at you as Mr. Mitchell continued. “The desk sergeant has agreed to contact me once they’ve re-entered the information from the paper files. For now, you’re both free to go. Tony,” he shook Stark’s hand, “always a pleasure. And Ms. (Y/L/N),” you shook his offered hand. “It was lovely to meet you.”

“You, too, Mr. Mitchell,” you said. “And thank you so much.”

You and Tony followed the lawyer out, and as Tony started the Audi to begin your drive back to Boston, he turned to look at you.

“So, Kiddo,” he said, having learned you were just nineteen from your police intake, “how would you like a job?”

You stared at him, eyes wide. “Are you serious?” you asked. There was no way he was serious. An offer like this could change the trajectory of your entire life.

“Like a heart attack,” he said.

You grinned at him. “When do I start, Boss?”

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sacharinee · 11 months

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hey! so i’ve noticed all your office references and it’s one of my favourite shows ever <3 i was wondering if you’d write something where the reader and bf!peter are both obsessed with the show and quote it at any given moment, confusing (and probably annoying) everyone around them. i love your fics by the way!!

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 800 ish

a/n: dinnertime with the avengers edition! peter and reader being an annoying power duo. a crap ton of office references obviously. this is so weird and all over the place BUT it was so much fun writing. i tweaked ur request a teeny bit to them simply saying lines from the show, but everyone is just as confused and annoyed lmao i hope ur okay w that!! this is also my first time writing with the avengers so i tried my best on getting them right. thank u so much for requesting this!! i had an entire office marathon playing in the background while writing this

“the food looks great, nat,” you take your seat at the dining table.

“yea, it’s amazing, thanks for cooking tonight,” peter chimes in.

you both are sat at the dinner table in the lavish dining room among the earth’s mightiest heroes, who also happen to be your colleagues.

“wait, where did you learn to make all of this? i never pegged you as a cook,” tony questions.

“i’m not,” the redhead answers, “my fake mother used to make this dish all the time when i was younger,”

“awe, that’s adorable,” thor replies.

“right before she and my fake father sold me and had me brainwashed.”

the others freeze midchew and stare as scott drops his fork against his plate.

nat clears her throat, “so anyways, enjoy,” and takes her seat.

the rest of you begin placing heaps of food onto each other’s plates and digging into the meal in front of you.

“well, um,” tony sips his water, “how ‘bout you kids, get any good action tonight?”

peter raises his eyebrows at him, “us? oh yea, we got a good chase during patrol tonight,”

“it was super fun,” you add.

“well what’d he have on him?” wanda asks.

“he was, uhh,” you purse your lips as you hesitate, playing with the food on your plate and quieted your voice, “a-uh, a wanted animal rapist.”

wanda shakes her head at you in repulsion, regretting having asked you.

“that is so disgusting!” the god announces, food spilling out of his mouth.

“thor, close your mouth, you look like a trout.” steve reprimands.

he dismisses his comment and goes to steal the mashed potatoes, eating straight out of the bowl with no shame.

“did he put up a good fight against you guys?” bucky questions.

“well he wasn’t exactly intimidated by me, i usually let y/n play bad cop while i just web them up,” peter admits.

you’re chewing your food while you watch bucky and your boyfriend converse, “see what i told you? you gotta take control, pete. ask yourself this: would you rather be feared or loved by your enemies?”

“easy,” he answers, “both. i want people to be afraid of how much they love me.”

nat pokes her tongue to her cheek and tilts her head in confusion.

“oh, that reminds me,” you nervously chuckle and pull out the slip tucked into your back pocket, “i need you to pay for my speeding ticket, tony.”

“again?! y/n that’s the second time this month!”

“that criminal guy was a surprisingly fast driver. besides, life is short. drive fast and leave a sexy corpse. it’s one of my mottos.”

“goddamnit, y/n” tony mutters and shakes his head in disappointment.

steve interrupts, “you should listen to him, young lady. seriously, what would happen if you were in a speeding car crash? why do you think those laws are enforced? it’s to keep everyone safe. so you better straighten up the attitude before you get yourself k-”

“cap, you ignorant slut.” you’re tired of everyone treating you and peter like little kids, “you want to talk about being safe? are we forgetting about banner’s little experiment that went wrong the other day? he almost blew up the tower!-”

“wait, what did you just call me?” the soldier looks at you dumbfounded.

“what did i- … what’d i say?”

“you just called me a-”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. i talk a lot so i learn to just tune myself out.”

“you and me both,” strange clips.

“wow,” you respond, feigning hurt, “sorry i annoyed you with my friendship.”

tony, having enough, intrudes, “you know, i think i have to put you and peter through some training again.”

the boy skeptically squints towards the man and chews his food slowly, “...what type of training?”

“sensitivity training. all this trash talk is-”

“oh my god, not again,” your head falls back as you groan, “i’ve changed, tony. i’ve learned to keep my unmannerly thoughts to myself every time i see someone wearing white socks and dark shoes.”

“uh that’s definitely not true,” bucky cuts in, “just yesterday you called me out for wearing sandals.”

“exactly! sandals! who the hell still wears sandals, you look like you just got off the boat. i don't need to see your hairy toes,” you shudder in disgust.

“yea, mr. stark,” peter reverts his attention back to tony, “we don’t talk trash,” he shrugs.

“we talk smack,” you finish.

“okay… and how are those two any different,” the man challenges.

“well,” peter clears his throat, “trash talk is hypothetical. like, ‘your mom is so fat she can eat the internet.’”

“totally,” you eagerly nod your head in agreement, “but smack talk is happening, like, right now. like, ‘you’re ugly and i know it for a fact ’cause i got the evidence right there,” your hand motions in a circle to the person in front of you.

“are you calling me ugly?” thor sniffles.

“i don’t know what the hell you just said, and i don’t even wanna know,” tony wipes his mouth with a napkin, “but it’s happening. nine am sharp, do not be late. it’ll be quick and easy, not that hard. you’ll be in and out without the attitude.”

you pout as you and peter give each other a dismay look.

“that’s what she said.”

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literaryavenger · 3 months

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Captain America: Civil War - 5

Summary: Team Cap gets taken to the Raft.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N. A little angst if you squint. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Thank god it took me very little to finish this one! Hope you like it!

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The Raft.

That’s where they sent you after they arrested you in Germany. The fucking Raft.

You haven’t even seen Wanda since you were handed your very unstylish new clothes and they made you change.

You got separated from her when they took you to your cell between Scott's and Sam's. You dread what they're going to do to her, but you're powerless to stop them.

You sit on the ground of your cell and don’t move from there, barely registering what happens around you until the sound of clapping snaps you out of your trance.

“The Futurist, gentlemen!” Clint shouts but you still don’t move, just listening to the scene. “The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton.” You hear Tony say and almost show some emotion, but stop yourself. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.”

You hear Clint spit and then say “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint interrupts him. “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Y/N, or Wanda. But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law.” Tony says.

“Yeah.” Clint says back and starts chanting “La la la la la” while Tony talks, making you grin slightly.

“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it.” Tony keeps talking. “Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side.” he says and your face falls again immediately, knowing Tony went too far.

“You gotta watch your back with this guy.” Clint says before slamming his hands on the bars angrily. “There's a chance he's gonna break it!”

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” You hear Scott say from the cell on your right.

“Who are you?” Tony says, his voice closer to you than before, and you can hear Scott mumbling “Come on, man.”

Tony gets to your cell and sees you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees tight to your chest, your head resting back on the wall while you look straight ahead.

Tony is nothing short of shocked when he sees your face all beat up and bruised, your arm bandaged with blood seeping through it showing just how big and deep the cut is, all courtesy of Ayo.

“I never wanted to see you like this...” Tony says softly but you don’t even react to his words.

He’s standing in front of you but it’s like he’s not even there, like you’re looking right through him to something more interesting behind him.

Tony sighs and shakes his head before moving to Sam’s cell.

“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks right away.

“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So… fingers cross.” Tony answers and you close your eyes, grateful that he’s still alive at least. “What do you need? They feed you yet?”

“You're the good cop now?” Sam asks almost in disbelief.

“I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.” Tony answers calmly.

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

“Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'.” Tony says, much too playfully for your taste. “We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his next sentence. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

Your eyes snap open at his apology and, even though you can’t see either of them, you know Sam’s feeling the same way as you, which is confirmed by his next sentence. “That's a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-”

“Hey, it's alright.” Sam interrupts him, then you hear him sigh and after a little pause he says “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.” Tony says and Sam proceeds to tell him all about the Hydra base in Siberia and the other supersoldiers.

When Tony leaves, Sam once again tries to make sure you’re okay even if he hasn’t had luck at getting an answer out of you since you got here.

He knocks twice on the wall between you two then pauses and then knocks three more times fast before talking, a thing you two started doing since you both moved into the Avengers Compound so you would know it was the other knocking right away. “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him and can hear him sighing before continuing talking.

“Look, I’m sorry you got caught up in this and-”

“I don’t regret the choice I made, Sam.” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, speaking up for the first time since you got arrested at the airport. “As much as this sucks, it was the right thing to do. I know it was.”

You don’t say anything else. Sam can tell you mean it and he knows better than to push you.

“They’ll be okay.” He says after a moment of silence and then lets you be.

You know he means Steve, Bucky and Tony but you can’t help but think he’s trying to reassure you that Bucky’s gonna be fine.

And you can only hope that he’s right.

A couple of weeks after Tony’s visit there’s a commotion in the prison.

You haven’t so much as made a sound since that day, aside from your daily knock on the wall between you and Sam so he can make sure you’re okay, knowing you well enough to know you don’t want to talk but still wanting to check in.

But you can’t help but let out a loud gasp when you see Steve just standing in front of your cells.

You look around when the cell doors open and you hesitantly get up from the floor and walk towards Steve. He hugs Sam, then you, then Clint and then pats Scott on the back, but doesn’t linger long before he’s guiding you towards another level where Wanda is.

You get to her just as the door to her cell opens and you rush inside with Clint to take off her collar while he takes off her straightjacket. You hug her tightly and wrap your arm around her with Clint to help her move you since she looks a little worse for wear.

You manage to move through the prison without problems. You have to hand it to Steve, he’s a hell of a criminal.

When you get to the landing pad you see the Quinjet ready for take off and you all rush inside just to see Bucky at the commands and you smile brightly at the sight.

You have no time to comment, though, as Sam shouts “What are you waiting for?! Go!”

Bucky rolls his eyes but calmly says “We have one more coming.”

You frown. One more? You turn to Steve confusedly but before you can ask anything you can see blond hair darting into the Quinjet and then Natasha’s there.

Bucky instantly takes off and you all take seats and buckle up.

There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes what just happened, but you break it while looking at Natasha that’s sitting directly in front of you.

“Are we gonna talk about the hair?” You ask arching your eyebrow with a smirk.

She groans in annoyance and you can hear the others chuckling while she says “We are not.”

After a few hours you all get to a safehouse and Steve ushers you in before showing you around.

It’s not bad: a secluded cabin with three bedrooms, not too big but Steve assured you you wouldn’t be staying there long anyway. Which makes sense, you're on the run now so this is just temporary.

After the tour Bucky approaches you in the living room and only then you notice he’s missing his metal arm.

“You flew the jet with only one arm? That’s impressive…” You can’t help yourself as you reach to touch his left shoulder, your eyes fixated on it. But stop on your tracks when you feel his right hand carefully cupping your cheek.

Your eyes snap up to his and you can see him thoroughly inspecting the wounds in your face that are still healing a little. He grimaces when he looks down at your bandaged arm and whispers “I’m sorry…”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” You smile softly at him and put your hand over his still on your cheek, trying to reassure him that you’re fine.

“I bet you can, doll.” He chuckles.

You’re too busy staring at each other to notice everyone’s attention is on you until Steve clears his throat with an apologetic look on his face.

“We need to go, Buck.” He says and you look confusedly between the two men.

“I’m going back into cryo.” Bucky clarifies for you.

“Oh.” Is all you can say and your eyes widen for a second before you force yourself to put on a more neutral face.

“It’s okay.” He smiles at you, but you feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, doll.”

You try your best to smile and not look too bummed out. “I bet you can, Sergeant.”

You hesitate for a moment before surprising him, the others and even yourself by giving him a hug. He hesitates too before delicately hugging you back and, after a moment, you pull away.

He smiles at you with a faint blush and you smile back, watching him walk to the door.

Steve passes you on his way to the door and kisses your forehead, whispering “He’ll be okay” before saying goodbye to the rest of the team, assuring you that he’ll be back soon. Then he also goes through the door and soon both the supersoldiers are gone.

You turn around with a sigh and see Sam, Natasha and Clint standing there, grinning at you, Wanda and Scott looking more compassionate than teasing.

You narrow your eyes at the first three and say sternly “Not. A. Word.” punctuating every word by pointing threateningly at each of them.

They raise their hands in mock surrender while snickering but thankfully don’t say anything and everyone just scatters around the safehouse.

You see the Quinjet depart from the window and try your best to look at the bright side: This isn’t forever, you’ll see him again.

Right?

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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ft cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.

dry humping and praising

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ft roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

voyeurism

9th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

ft sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader.

face-fucking and cum eating

🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:

10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹

ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.

cream pie and breeding kink

12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒

ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.

exhibitionism

14th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌

ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.

dubcon

16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹

ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.

sharing kink and cuckolding

🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:

17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁

ft camboy ransom drysdale x camgirl reader.

spanking and being recorded

19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

somnophilia

21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒

ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

overstimulation and semi-public sex

23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈

ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.

dacryphilia and knife kink

💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:

24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁

ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.

fingerfucking

26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.

cockwarming

28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎

ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.

daddy kink and thigh riding

30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒

ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.

monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈

ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing

this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing

also this one @junipermuses 💗

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism

and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗

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The widow (2)

Summary: You trust no one. Not since they got your husband killed.

Pairing: TFaTW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions death of a loved-one, mentions of s miscarriage (no description), the reader is under protection, bitchy reader, arguments, grumpy Bucky, angst, grief

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The Widow (1)

Over the next few days, you stayed in your bedroom. The confrontation with Bucky, and defending your dead husband drained all the energy you had left from your body.

You lost your appetite and didn’t even try to get up from bed to have a shower. It’s not a secret that you reek, and need to clean yourself up but you just can’t find the strength to do more than mourn the loss of Ransom all over again.

“She didn’t leave the room for days?” Sam throws his hands up. “I know you and her were butting heads from the moment you met, but we are responsible for her. Y/N had nothing to do with her husband’s crimes. She’s an innocent victim and lost more than her husband that day.”

“What else did she lose, huh?” Bucky huffs. “The money? Or all the shiny things. Maybe her pretty dresses and expensive shoes.”

“Bucky, why are you so angry at her?” Sam questions. “From the very beginning, you attacked her without a reason.”

“Because she’s a spoiled brat and cries over her criminal husband. I lost people too – good people. People who protected people all her life!”

“Her husband was a good person too,” Sam gets louder and starts to argue with his hands. “He did everything to protect his wife. Ransom Drysdale committed most of the crimes he got arrested for after they threatened his wife.”

“That’s what he told the cops.” Bucky sneers. He still doesn’t believe you and your husband got tricked by his business partners.

“Bucky, I know blaming you for your past was a low blow,” Sam’s features soften, and he puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “But man, she’s an innocent bystander, and she’s grieving. Y/N did not only lose her husband that day, but her unborn child too. Her future got ripped out of her hands by the people claiming to protect them.”

Bucky feels like someone punched him in the guts. He looks at Sam, feeling like a monster. “Her baby?”

“Ransom protected her with his body, but she still got shot,” Sam lowers his voice. “One of the bullets hit her belly and…”

“She lost the baby,” Bucky whispers, as he looks anywhere but at Sam. “You should’ve told me so, Sam.”

“Why? Only because she lost her baby doesn’t make her a saint,” Sam can’t help but snap at his friend. “I didn’t think her losses would stop you from blaming her for all the things happening to her.”

“Sam, I’m not like that.” Bucky tries to argue. “ You know that.”

“Yeah?” Sam cocks his head and looks Bucky up and down. “How about you prove you are not a stubborn and unfair bastard.”

“I still don’t like her,” Bucky points his index finger at Sam. “But I’ll try to do better.”

Bucky enters your room after he knocks a few times. You didn’t tell him to get fucked as usual and he’s worried you tried to escape or worse, hurt yourself.

“I’m coming in,” he says and opens the door. Bucky finds it unlocked because you didn’t want him to tear the door down for a third time. “I hope you are dressed.”

He waits for a heartbeat, and another before finally stepping inside the room.

“Sam is downstairs and needs to talk to you. They will be here in a few days to hear your statement.”

Bucky walks toward the bed, finding you in the same position as last time he sneaked inside your room to check if you are still alive.

“Come on, don’t be a brat, redress, and come downstairs for breakfast.”

You don’t react. All you do is stare at the wall and wallow in your pain.

“G-et fucked,” your voice cracks, but you at least tried to get rid of him.

“There she is,” he says and walks around the bed to crouch down right in front of you. Bucky frowns deeply. You are still staring at the wall. “You need to get up and have a shower.” He scrunches up his nose. “When was the last time you showered?”

“Get fucked.”

“Doll, that’s not what’s going to happen,” he carefully moves closer to drag the blanket off your body. You shiver and wrap your arms around yourself. “You need a shower and food. If you don’t get out of the bed yourself, I’ll grab you and put you under the spray.”

You huff. “Just let me rot in dirt and smell. You don’t give a fuck about me.”

“Yeah, but you smell bad, and I don’t want Sam to get mad at me,” he smirks when you turn your back on him. “Oh, we are on cold-shoulder terms already. Good. That’s progress.”

You don’t like that he’s talkative today. Something must’ve happened, and you wonder what your prison guard is up to today. “Let me sleep.”

“You slept enough over the last days,” he says and grasps for you. You’re too tired and weak to fight him. You end up in his arms.

“Let me down,” you say, and wiggle in his grip, but you don’t stand a chance against a super-soldier. Bucky carries inside the bathroom, laughing as you throw insults at him. “Let me down! I won’t tell you twice!”

“You already did, doll.” He carefully puts you on your feet but blocks your path. “You’ve got two options. Number one, I’ll leave the bathroom and you have a shower. Number two, you act like a brat, and I’ll scrub your smelly ass clean.”

“You wouldn’t dare putting your hands on me!” Your nostrils flare, and you’re about to attack a much stronger opponent.

“Have a shower, and I’ll change the sheets. Sam brought you fresh clothes and toiletries.” Bucky turns to leave. “I’ll give you fifteen minutes to get clean, or I’ll take down the door and scrub you clean.”

“Get fucked,” you weakly reply. Today is not the best day for a fight or any kind of interaction with other people. You only want to go back to bed and hide from the world.

Bucky glances at you one last time before leaving the bathroom. Something seems to be off with you, but he doesn’t have the time nor the patience to ask you what’s wrong.

“Y/N, hi,” Sam walks toward you to tell you about the latest development in your husband’s case. “How have you been?”

You shrug and walk past Sam.

“You could at least answer his damn question.” Bucky curses himself for his slip of the tongue. He promised Sam to try better and just started a fight again.

You yawn and walk toward the small kitchenette. “He’s still my prison guard, and my husband is still dead. Everything remains the same. What about you? Any plans on killing me yet?”

Bucky watches you grab a bottle of water and an apple before you walk back upstairs to hide in your bedroom.

“What’s wrong with her?” Bucky frowns deeply. He was waiting for a snarky comeback or a witty comment coming from you.

“Bucky, leave her alone,” Sam shakes his head. “Today is her wedding anniversary. It’s the worst day to mess with her. Give her time and space.”

Part 3

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Betrayal in the Shadows

Summary: An undercover cop, Bucky Barnes, and a mob boss, Y/n, struggle with their intense connection as their worlds collide and ultimately shatter in the face of betrayal.

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Mobster!Reader

Warning(s): betrayal, angst, no happy ending, sad!bucky, sad!reader

Bucky Barnes had been working as an undercover cop for the past six months, infiltrating the inner circle of one of the most notorious mob bosses in the city. He had seen and done things that made his stomach churn, but he couldn't deny that he was drawn to the woman in charge. She was fierce, intelligent, and incredibly beautiful. They had an intense connection that kept pulling them together, despite the danger that lurked around every corner.

Y/n, the mob boss, had never felt such a strong attraction to anyone before. Bucky Barnes was a mystery to her, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. She trusted him with her life, and he had proven his loyalty time and time again. They spent long nights together, planning their next move, and their conversations often turned personal. They talked about their pasts, their dreams, and their fears. They knew each other better than anyone else, and yet there was always something unsaid between them.

One night, after a successful heist, they found themselves alone in the back of a dimly lit bar. The air was thick with tension, and they both knew what was about to happen.

"You know we shouldn't be doing this," Bucky said, his voice low and husky.

"I know," Y/n replied, her eyes locked on his.

"But I can't help myself," he admitted, moving closer to her.

"Neither can I," she whispered, before their lips met in a heated kiss. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before, and they both knew that it was just the beginning.

But their moment of bliss was short-lived. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a group of police officers stormed in, pointing their guns at them.

"Hands up where we can see them! You're all under arrest!" one of them yelled.

Bucky felt his heart drop as he realised that it was his squad. He had been so focused on you that he had forgotten that he was a cop, not a criminal. He was here to do a mission, not fall in love.

Y/n's expression changed from shock to heartbreak in a matter of seconds. She knew what this meant. She was going to prison, and her empire would crumble. She looked at Bucky with tears in her eyes, and he could see the pain and betrayal in her gaze.

"Bucky, how could you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I'm sorry," he said, his own voice filled with regret. "I didn't want it to end this way."

"You betrayed me," she spat, pulling away from him. "I trusted you with everything, and now you've destroyed me."

"I know, and I'm sorry," he said, taking a step closer to her.

"Save it," she said, turning away from him. "You've done enough damage already."

As she was dragged away and placed in the back of a police car, Bucky watched her disappear into the night, feeling like he had lost a part of himself. He knew that what they had was special, and he had been foolish to think that they could keep it a secret forever. He had betrayed her trust, and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life.

Y/n, on the other hand, was consumed by a feeling of emptiness. She had built her entire life around her criminal empire, and now it was all gone. She had never thought that she would fall in love, especially not with a cop. She had trusted Bucky with everything, and now he had turned against her.

Their connection was shattered, and there was no going back. What could have been the best thing in their world was destroyed before it could even begin. There was no happy ending for them, only a bitter end.

A/N So, I've decided that I will now be writing for Bucky too :)

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twjournals · 2 years

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Forbidden Fruit |||

Warning: dark!criminal!Bucky Barnes x dark!cop!Steve Rogers x fem!reader, eventual non-con/dub-con, possessive/obsessive behavior, jealousy, gun violence, violence in general

Summary: After some time away, the town's golden boy is back to reclaim his title and his girl. Unfortunately for him, trouble has followed him home.

Word Count: 2.7k

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Since you had come in late, you figured it was only fair to make up for the hours missed by helping close the diner. It was quiet compared to how business roared during the day, and sometimes you preferred it to your morning shifts just to get away from the usual. That wasn't to say you didn't like your regulars, but certain people did put a damper on things.

You had just checked out the last of your customers for the night. The young couple shuffled out of the booth, leaving behind a few bucks for a tip before heading out the door. "Thank you, guys. Come back and see us." They threw their hand up on their way out.

You moved around the counter to their table, tucking the few bucks away with the rest of your tips and cleaning up the mess. Nat took the opportunity to lock the door and turn off the glowing open sign before anyone else tried to walk in.

It was always good feeling locking up because you knew you didn't have to serve anymore customers.

You raked off the dishes with a fork into the floor before taking the back to the kitchen for Pietro to wash with the rest of the dishes.

"Good news. This is it." You assured. He thanked you kindly before taking the last of the dishes. You returned to the table afterwards.

You often wondered how Wanda and Pietro made it through their shifts without bickering. Especially for as long as you had known them, but you guessed being on two separate ends of the building helped too.

"Freedommmm." Nat threw her arms up, earning a laugh from you and Wanda.

She smiled in response before plopping down in the booth with Wanda to help her fold up some silverware. You wiped down the table and seats while listening to them create small talk.

You glanced out the window at the dark street. Home wasn't far from the diner, but considering it was dark, it only had the walk seem longer. Even having known the people in the town as long as you had, you were fond of the idea of walking home in night.

"No, Nat. Seriously you should have seen him, I don't know what came over him. I've never seen Steve like that." Wanda attempted to talk quietly even though you could still her. Maybe in a busy restaurant she might have went unheard.

You peaked over the booth you were cleaning at them. By the way Wanda leaned closer against the table, you could tell she was trying to keep you from hearing.

"So he just broke the glass out of nowhere? No one knows what set him off?" Nat muttered.

God, they were awful at whispering.

"If you ask me, I think Steve saw her with that new guy." Wanda stopped folding, nearly leaning over the table.

"You mean the one with the long hair? Wears the gloves?"

"That's the one." Wanda confirmed.

You rolled your eyes and finished wiping down the booth before you stood up. "You realize I can hear everything you're saying?" You pointed out.

Nat's eyes widen at your words and Wanda stumbled over her own. "Hey- I wasn't saying anything bad. I just know anything to do with him is a sore subject."

You walked around the counter again to wash your hands in the sink. You glanced at her as you dried your hands. "I don't care who you talk about. I can handle hearing about my ex." You assured. It was the truth, for the most part.

You moved over to the register, opening it to count down your drawer. You sat the till on the counter and shuffled through the money, counting in your head.

Nat spoke up from her seat. "I can't be the only one who thinks he's been a little different since that new guy came around."

"Oh no, I thought so too." Wanda admitted.

I paused counting. "Bucky?"

They both look at each other smirking slightly.

You rolled your eyes when you noticed. "You guys are awful." You mutter and shook your head. What number were you even on again? Oh, right. And you start back where you left off.

"I mean does it not seem that way to you?"

You sighed. You were never gonna get this done. "He's a customer. I haven't even been out with the guy. He gave me one ride to work, and that was only because I was on the side of the road."

"I offered to send the guys." Wanda reminded you.

"I would rather die."

They both burst out in laughter and you laughed a little yourself. Maybe it was a bit dramatic, but you were partly serious. You didn't want to give your ex the satisfaction of saving the day after he was to blame for many previous ruined ones. Like he was some hero or something.

"But seriously, I would rather walk than have to be in the same vehicle as him. I don't need his help." You admitted.

"Fair enough." Nat nodded while she proceeded to fold up some silverware. "Bucky is so cute though. I envy you. I'm gonna need to pop my own tire on the way to work and see if the hunk comes to my rescue."

Wanda laughed and you rolled your eyes. "Hey, now. Wait for a shift with Y/n before you do that. Ya know, just in case he doesn't come."

"Or do you think I should get under the hood? I'm just trying to figure out the best approach."

You set the cash aside, throwing a rag at Wanda and making them both laugh harder. "Seriously the worst."

"You sure it's not a problem? I can walk if it is. It's not big deal." You asked as you, Wanda, Nat, and Pietro exit the diner. You stopped for a moment to lock the door.

"You know it's not a problem." She assured. Nat and Pietro said their goodbyes before parting ways to their own cars, leaving you and Wanda on your own.

"I have tomorrow off, so I should have my car back then. Hopefully it won't cost me an arm and a leg." You said as you walked with her the rest of the way to her car.

"It's not a problem. You know I'd give you a ride any day." She looked over the roof of her car at you and unlocking the car.

You smile while reaching for the door, pausing when you hear a car pulling in over your shoulder.

"Is it not obvious we're closed?" You commented, glancing over at Wanda who stared behind you before giving you a look. You knew that look. It was one you had been all too familiar with lately and you sighed. You heard the car door open and shut behind you before you turned to confirm your suspicions.

"Wanda." Steve greeted Wanda with a smile before his eyes finally fell on you. This was currently new for him. He was stepping up his game from keeping an eye on you at the diner to stalking you out in the parking lot.

He didn't greet you though; only stared until you shifted awkwardly under his gaze. What could he want at this time of night? You were just trying to get home.

"Wanda," Steve finally broke the silence. "Do you mind if I talk to Y/n alone for a moment?"

He glanced at her over the roof and she looked at you for an answer. You gave a small nod before Wanda climbed into the car.

Steve didn't say anything, but you could tell he was searching for the words to say. You leaned back against the side of the car with your eyes on the pavement as you listened to the crickets.

"If I asked you a favor, would you listen?" He finally said.

You pulled your eyes to meet his. They were already staring at you, but you were almost positive they had been this whole time.

"What?"

"If asked you to do something for me, well for yourself really, would you listen to me?" He tried again.

You stare at him for a moment, watching him moving to lean beside you. So close if it wasn't for the inch between you, your arms would've been touching. "I'm sure I can guess what this is about."

"I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't think it was serious."

"I'm sure."

He didn't have to say anything for you to know where this conversation was going.

He shot you a look. "I just don't get a good feeling about this, Y/n. I can tell you guys are getting close, and if I'm being honest I don't think Bucky is a good person."

You knew that was coming, but who was he to tell you who you could befriend? "Do you know him?"

"No."

Because that makes perfect sense, right? "Have you talked to him before?"

"No." He answered again.

Your patience was starting to run thin already. Steve was the same guy who proposed to you, only to realize after some time this small town life would never be enough for him. Now here he was asking you to stay away from a man you hardly had anything to do with aside from serving him.

"I don't understand you." You shook your head in disbelief. "This is my job, Steve. He's a customer and I can't stop him from coming here just because you're unhappy. And here you are telling me about this feeling you have toward him, but you can't tell me a thing about him that makes him a bad person. Can you tell me how that makes sense?"

You moved off of the side of the car to face him.

He opened his mouth slightly, trying to figure out what to say. "I can't explain it. I really just need you to trust me." He looked down.

You stared at him in disbelief. "No."

His eyes shot up.

"I'm not going to just trust you, because I remember where that got me."

"I don't know how many times I can say I'm sorry. All I've done is apologize since I've been back. All I'm asking is this one simple thing. Just stay away from him. If all you do is serve him, I don't see why it would be so hard for someone else to take his table." Steve pushed off of the car, standing just a step away.

"So because he's new to town, that means he's dangerous? Oh Heavens, why is anyone serving him then?" You gasped dramatically, putting your hand on your chest.

He ran his finger through his dark blonde hair, pushing it off of his forehead in frustration, pacing slightly in front of you. "I am trying to protect you."

"I can take care of myself. I don't need you to protect me, Steve." You argued back. He had some nerve asking anything from you after everything he had put you through. You finally rolled your eyes, pushing past him to the car. Fuck him and fuck whatever he was feeling.

You paused when you opened the door. "You know what that feeling is, Steve? That's a realization. Not some bad vibe, it's the realization that Bucky is probably better than you'll ever be."

His jaw ticked in anger, watching you starting to get in the car. "I'm just doing my job."

You held onto the door, turning to look at him. "You want to do your job, go patrol and stop stalking me."

He wished he could explain how wrong you were. He wished he would tell you that the real reality of things was nowhere near your bullshit assumption. Bucky was dangerous, and he still is.

Steve stood in the parking lot even after Wanda was driving away.

Why did you always have to be so damn stubborn? He stared after the car until the lights disappeared over the hill.

His thoughts were interrupted by slow clapping and his hand shot up to rest on his gun, staring in the direction the sound was coming from until a shadow slowly moved from the dark.

"I've gotta say, you put on one hell of a show." Bucky chuckled while he lifted his hands for Steve to see them.

"What are you doing here?" Steve demanded, his hand slowly curling around the gun on his side.

"Moving on. Is that not what we agreed on?" Bucky responded innocently. " But ya know it doesn't look like you're doing much of that." He pointed out while he stepped one foot in front of the other.

Steve pulled his gun from the holster, pointing it right at Bucky but his smirk never lessened.

"Oh come on, Rogers. Is that any way to greet your partner?"

"Oh sorry. Go to hell. Is that better." He spat.

Bucky threw his head back with an amused laugh. " Funny, I thought I was already there. I mean the way you trash talked this town, I expected worse honestly. But I see why you came back." Steve narrowed his eyes. "The whole uniform, the fancy squad car, even a gun. This town must really take kindly to criminals." He gestures toward Steve.

He clenched his jaw. Just pull the trigger. He told himself. It would solve everyone's problems.

"Oh..." Bucky started to bring his hand to his mouth, acting surprised. "They don't know, do they?" He tilted his head.

Steve took the gun off of safety so Bucky knew he wasn't playing around. Nor was he going to feed into his bullshit. He stepped closer to Bucky, pointing the gun right at his head. At this point, he didn't care who saw if anyone did.

"Go on." Bucky encouraged. "Pull the trigger. We both know you can. Let's just hope you have the plan this time. This is a pretty public place, Steve. I mean between someone seeing, all the blood you're going to have to clean up, an explanation for my disappearance. How about my body, Stevie? How do you plan on getting rid of my body?"

Steve was gritting his teeth so hard he was amazed they weren't broken.

Just do it. Fuck! Just fucking do it.

No, he's right. You'll never get away with this. Not here.

"Do it!" Bucky raised his voice. He wished he could, but he couldn't. Like he wasn't already regretting every mistake he ever made after Y/n, but he was really regretting ever befriending Bucky. If he had been on his own, it wouldn't have took long for him to come back home. Everything would have fallen back into place and Y/n would have eventually forgive him for ever leaving. Steve slowly released the gun, putting it down. "Pussy."

He knew it would be in his best interest to keep his hands to himself regardless of how hard he wanted to punch Bucky, just to knock the fucking smile off of his face. And maybe if he was lucky break a couple of teeth. He slowly put his gun back in the holster.

"She makes you soft." Bucky realized. Steve lifted his head to look at Bucky. "That's her, isn't it? That girl you always talked about?"

"Bucky." He warned. "If you touch her, I- I swear to God-"

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "We've shared before. What's the difference?"

Steve couldn't stop himself from grabbing Bucky by the collar of his jacket, bringing him nose to nose with him. "Stay away from her."

The corner of his lips turned up in a smirk.

"I'm so fucking serious. Don't lay a hand on her. This wasn't apart of the deal."

"Oh, fuck the deal, Rogers. You left me in the dirt while you alpha it up here playing the town's hero. If you think for a second they would have gave you that badge knowing you're a fucking murderer. If it wasn't for me, none of this would be possible for you. Don't you see that? That golden boy reputation gets you everything. But it doesn't get you her." Steve's fists were clenched around his collar, the corner of his lip twitching in anger.

"Bucky-"

"Shut the fuck up." He growled before shoving Steve off of him hard and causing Steve to stumble over his feet a little before regaining his balance. Steve felt defeated. All he wanted to do was get his life together and move on, but Bucky just had to follow him home. "Do yourself a favor and stay out of my way."

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Kicking Up Dust - Part 8

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW - Smutty times!

A/N: Takes place after ‘Falcon and the Winter Soldier’ with one major exception - Steve Rogers is not dead. He stepped down. This is in line with my Crossroads story. There will also be a parallel Steve story coming.

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Part 7 or Master List

You sat at the kitchen table, reading through the file the trustee company copied for you. There wasn’t much. The documents were copies of copies of copies which made them difficult to read. Unfortunately, other than identifying the trustee and the ‘transfer of the real property and all items found within’ upon the death of Alice Lewis, you didn’t see anything useful.

“So,” you called out to Bucky, who tapped away on your laptop. “Your sister’s husband’s brother wrote up the trust so that upon the death of your sister’s husband’s brother’s wife or the death of the final surviving spouse between your sister or your sister’s husband, literally everything here was to be left undisturbed until the trustee determined otherwise.”

Bucky’s head tilted, following the family lineage as you spoke. He shook his head with a smirk. “My digging has turned up something a bit more interesting.” He pushed back a little. “Come here.”

You moved to his side. He pulled you down to sit on his legs. You’d never been one to crawl onto a boyfriend’s lap, but Bucky was so solid, and he held onto you so protectively, that it was quickly becoming your favorite place.

“Turns out the Lewis family may have had some dirty secrets of their own.” Bucky pointed to a computer readout that looked more like a spy dossier than a Google search. “They first made their money in the late 1800’s buying out local properties at low prices and selling to the railroads for a premium – not something done to that level of success without insider information and a heavy hand. Looks like they did well in businesses that were normally highly regulated. They branched out to transporting goods. I think that included booze during prohibition.”

“Are you saying they were organized crime?” You read through all of the known activities leading up to the time that Bucky’s sister moved into the house. “But didn’t Becca and Archie move because they testified against the mob?”

“I doubt Becca knew.” Buck rubbed the inside of your thigh, but his teeth pulled on his lower lip as he considered. “I wonder if the family that was giving Becca and Archie trouble in Brooklyn weren’t rivals of whomever the Lewis family was aligned with. I think they were middlemen.” He shrugged. “Maybe it provided an interesting solution to another problem.”

“What do mean?”

“At the diner, Keystone Cop referred to the house as the ‘Lewis place’ but Archie and his brother were Petersons.” You grinned at his antiquated reference. “It got me wondering about the people who lived here before Becca and her husband.”

“And?”

“Alice’s uncle Thomas lived here until ‘44. Turns out old Tommy popped up all over where there was bootleg booze to be moved.”

“Did he die in 1944?” You found yourself more interested in his storytelling than the report on the computer screen.

“Don’t know. His son went missing in action during the War and it looks like he went looking for him and never came back.”

“So, no heirs?”

“Nope. Which is why it went to Alice.”

A strange zing of excitement filled you. “Do you think there’s some lost secret in this house? Some hidden mob loot that no one knew about?”

He chuckled. “Maybe. Doubt it. I do think that the Lewis family had enough scary stories about them that over the years the locals just knew not to bother what was theirs.”

“How could Becca not know? They ran a business here for years.”

“All mobsters run businesses. There’s always a legitimate front to a criminal operation.” He huffed. “Maybe the locals thought they were burying bodies under all the trees they were growing for the nursery.” He laughed. “My sister, the wet work specialist.”

You looked mildly horrified, which made him laugh harder.

“She cried every time Steve came by with a bloody nose or a split lip. Seeing people hurt tore her up. She was the most sensitive bird you could ever meet. The thought of her working with goons like that is absurd.”

You nuzzled your face into his neck. “That cop’s reaction was weird, though.”

“Hmm…” He agreed but found the feeling of your skin against his distracting. “Maybe he and I should talk.”

“Talk?” You chuckled. “You scared the piss out of him.” The memory of him, tough face and body taunt, caused you to squirm in his lap. “Says something about me that I found it hot as hell.”

His hand wound through your hair, pulling you back enough to look at your face. “Not too often I get to defend the honor of a lady.”

As you grinned, his mouth captured yours, his warm tongue sliding along your lower lip before dancing with your own. His kisses were raw, passionate, and they turned your insides to liquid fire. You shifted around to straddle his lap, lips never leaving one another’s.

His hand slid up under your shirt, flattening against your back and pulling you tightly against his hard chest. Bucky trailed wet kisses down your neck until your shirt got in the way. A deep hum rumbled up from his throat.

“Tell me we ain’t going anywhere,” his teeth grazed your skin. “Because I really want to take you back upstairs.”

“I can’t think of anywhere we need to be.” You breathed.

A wicked grin spread across his face and he stood with you in his arms. The abnormal strength he possessed boggled your mind. You’d never had a man that so effortlessly manhandled you. Instead of feeling awkward, a sense of feeling feminine and protected washed over you. It was not something you ever expected to experience.

You wrapped your legs around Bucky’s waist as he carried you up the stairs, nearly tripping as he continued to nip at your neck. A bubble of laughter broke through the delighted little moans. “You could have set me on the table,” You giggled. “We don’t have to go upstairs.”

His hands squeezed your ass tighter. “Another time,” his voice was low and thick. “I want to see you stretched out on the sheets, all sweaty, and limp, and happy.”

All laughter left. “You’re incredible.”

He paused in the hallway, kissing you hard. You wrapped yourself around him, arms and legs. Breathing heavy, Bucky pressed his forehead against yours. “You are… fuck, Doll.” He kissed you again. “You are far too good for me.”

Falling onto the bed more than laying you back, he held you close for a moment more before crawling down. His nose found its way under the hem of your shirt. His mouth kissing the sensitive skin of your belly. Giggling, you pulled the offending fabric off to toss it on the floor.

Bucky deftly unfastened your jeans before rocking back on his heels to pull them off. Your giggles turned to laughter as he got tangled up when your jeans caught at your ankles, his overexaggerated efforts being utterly ridiculous.

His laugh joined yours as fell to his butt as he fought his way out of his own clothes. You lay back giggling because he forgot to untie his boots before pulling his jeans down. Suddenly Bucky jumped up and onto the bed, caging you between his hands and knees. You laughed when he playfully nipped your neck.

“Think I’m funny, woman?”

“Hysterical,” a squeal escaped as his fingers found sensitive spots along your ribs. The sound quickly turned to a moan as his mouth latched to your nipple. Just days prior, you’d hoped to see his smile. Now his laughter made you feel light. You felt safe in his hands. His groans and growls lit your body afire.

Bucky licked and nibbled his way down your body, settling between your thighs. The way he loved you with his mouth made you bite back words that you were too afraid to say. He cupped your ass with one hand and palmed your mound with the other so he could pull close and keep you from wiggling away from his attentive tongue until you whimpered. Your fingers wound into his dark hair as you shook with release.

Your eyes opened to the sight of Bucky licking his lips with a smile on his face. He crawled up, nuzzling your neck. As you reached to wrap your fingers around his hardness, Bucky pulled at your earlobe with his teeth.

“Roll over, beautiful,” he commanded with a rough whisper.

You turned onto your stomach, still trapped under him. You felt him sweep aside your hair as his mouth on the nape of your neck sent shivers to your toes. His knee wedged your legs apart and you eagerly opened wide for him.

Strong fingers, flesh and metal, dug into the muscles of your back as he moved down. Taking handfuls of your ass, he lifted you onto your knees. Bucky’s fingers slid along your wet and swollen sex.

“So gorgeous.” He practically purred.

The head of his cock slid along your entrance and you leaned back, eager for the feel of him. He chuckled, pulling away and teasing again. You whined.

“You want it?”

Gripping the bedcovers tightly, you looked over your shoulder and brazenly answered. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

“God.” Bucky exhaled, pushing in. He slammed into you again. “You are,” his fingers pulled your hips to him. “The most,” you cried out at his thrusts. “Amazing woman.”

Skin slapped skin as you lost yourself to the overwhelming feeling. Heat filled your belly. The power of his grip. The smell of his skin, of sex. The sound of his moans mixing with those of your cries. You didn’t want it to stop. You felt like you would explode.

“Buck,” your head dropped to the mattress. “Bucky, oh fuck!”

His hand twisted in your hair, pulling you back until your back arched to his chest. He squeezed your tit, pinching your sensitive nipple between his fingers. His cock hit the new angle making your whole body quake.

“Come for me.” He growled in your ear.

Bucky held you tight, fucking into you hard. You let go. You gave yourself over to his hold, to the sensation, to the feeling, to him. It tightened and coiled. Your body shook. Bucky breathed heavier, hot against your neck. He began to moan, louder and louder. His body tightened, but you were the one to snap. Coming hard, you pulled him over the edge, too.

You both fell forward to collapse onto the bed, panting, sweat slicked, and boneless. Bucky’s low chuckle made you peel your eyes open. He lay stretched out beside you with his head resting on his hand. “What?”

“You’re just so…” He paused and hid his face in your shoulder. “I would keep you naked and happy all the time if I could.”

You laughed. “So, your personal sex slave, huh?”

He rolled onto his back, laughing out loud. “Sounds like it, doesn’t it? Just mean that you are so beautiful like this and I like making you happy.”

You turned to curl against him. “I am happy.”

“Good.” Bucky squeezed you tighter. “You know what I am?”

“Hmm.”

“Hungry.” Laughing, he kissed you briefly before rolling to his feet. You watched as he wiped himself off with a discarded tee shirt before pulling on a pair of sweats. “I’ll go fix something to snack on and bring it back up.”

“Then maybe a bath?”

“Yeah,” a soft smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “A bath.”

You stretched, feeling the delightful ache in your muscles as you heard him skip down the stairs. The squeak of the pantry door faintly reached your ears. Getting up you slipped on the robe you’d left hanging over the footboard of his bed.

Bucky shouted, “Stay inside!”

The front door slammed. A car engine roared.

You tied your robe closed and backed into the corner of the room, away from the window and hidden from the door. Listening carefully, you tried to remain calm.

Finally, Bucky called out from the bottom of the stairs. “Doll, it’s okay. Come down.”

You found him leaning over the kitchen counter, his hands in fists. He didn’t look up when you came in the room. His jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscles work and the cords in his neck stand out.

“What happened?” You stayed near the stairs.

“I’ll find who it was.” Bucky growled out. “I could have caught them, but didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Who?” You whispered.

He stood straight and turned you towards the back door. A small pane of glass had a corner cut from it. “Someone was in the house.” Bucky’s voice was low, deadly. “I saw them just as they jumped in the car. I chased them down the drive, but they turned on the main street before I got close enough. Wasn’t going to leave you alone in case they left someone behind.”

The cold air blowing in through the gap in the glass caused you to shiver. At least that’s what you told yourself.

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Kicking Up Dust - Part 8

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW - Smutty times!

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Part 7 or Master List

PART 8

“What do mean?”

“And?”

“Alice’s uncle Thomas lived here until ‘44. Turns out old Tommy popped up all over where there was bootleg booze to be moved.”

“Did he die in 1944?” You found yourself more interested in his storytelling than the report on the computer screen.

“Don’t know. His son went missing in action during the War and it looks like he went looking for him and never came back.”

“So, no heirs?”

“Nope. Which is why it went to Alice.”

A strange zing of excitement filled you. “Do you think there’s some lost secret in this house? Some hidden mob loot that no one knew about?”

He chuckled. “Maybe. Doubt it. I do think that the Lewis family had enough scary stories about them that over the years the locals just knew not to bother what was theirs.”

“How could Becca not know? They ran a business here for years.”

You looked mildly horrified, which made him laugh harder.

You nuzzled your face into his neck. “That cop’s reaction was weird, though.”

“Hmm…” He agreed but found the feeling of your skin against his distracting. “Maybe he and I should talk.”

His hand wound through your hair, pulling you back enough to look at your face. “Not too often I get to defend the honor of a lady.”

“Tell me we ain’t going anywhere,” his teeth grazed your skin. “Because I really want to take you back upstairs.”

“I can’t think of anywhere we need to be.” You breathed.

His hands squeezed your ass tighter. “Another time,” his voice was low and thick. “I want to see you stretched out on the sheets, all sweaty, and limp, and happy.”

All laughter left. “You’re incredible.”

“Think I’m funny, woman?”

“Roll over, beautiful,” he commanded with a rough whisper.

Strong fingers, flesh and metal, dug into the muscles of your back as he moved down. Taking handfuls of your ass, he lifted you onto your knees. Bucky’s fingers slid along your wet and swollen sex.

“So gorgeous.” He practically purred.

The head of his cock slid along your entrance and you leaned back, eager for the feel of him. He chuckled, pulling away and teasing again. You whined.

“You want it?”

Gripping the bedcovers tightly, you looked over your shoulder and brazenly answered. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

“God.” Bucky exhaled, pushing in. He slammed into you again. “You are,” his fingers pulled your hips to him. “The most,” you cried out at his thrusts. “Amazing woman.”

“Buck,” your head dropped to the mattress. “Bucky, oh fuck!”

“Come for me.” He growled in your ear.

“You’re just so…” He paused and hid his face in your shoulder. “I would keep you naked and happy all the time if I could.”

You laughed. “So, your personal sex slave, huh?”

He rolled onto his back, laughing out loud. “Sounds like it, doesn’t it? Just mean that you are so beautiful like this and I like making you happy.”

You turned to curl against him. “I am happy.”

“Good.” Bucky squeezed you tighter. “You know what I am?”

“Hmm.”

“Then maybe a bath?”

“Yeah,” a soft smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “A bath.”

Bucky shouted, “Stay inside!”

The front door slammed. A car engine roared.

You tied your robe closed and backed into the corner of the room, away from the window and hidden from the door. Listening carefully, you tried to remain calm.

Finally, Bucky called out from the bottom of the stairs. “Doll, it’s okay. Come down.”

“What happened?” You stayed near the stairs.

“I’ll find who it was.” Bucky growled out. “I could have caught them, but didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Who?” You whispered.

The cold air blowing in through the gap in the glass caused you to shiver. At least that’s what you told yourself.

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Wicked Games - Five

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU

Summary: Everyone in the world has a soulmate. And until they meet that soulmate, everyone in the world stops aging at 25. Wrongfully accused of a horrendous crime and on the run, you happen to bump into the man who’s been avoiding you for the past seventy-five years.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff,

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: I’ve got a headache and the urge to start two new series. hmmmmmm

MASTERLIST 1 2 3 4 Series Masterlist

~*~

It’s two weeks later when Bucky finds himself sneaking into Alexander Pierce’s office, determined to find anything he can about Rumlow or you.

His gloved hands work swiftly and carefully as he searches through filing cabinets and desk drawers for anything that could help him with your case.

Why does he care so much, he’s not sure, but he knows you’re innocent and shouldn’t be treated like a criminal, the way Rumlow should be treated.

His fingers brush over the cover of a file labelled ‘Project S’ when the doorknob twists and a male voice carries through. He dives under the desk, praying that Pierce isn’t here to stay.

“I told you,” the older main snarls, “find (Y/l/n). Confiscate her notebook, bring me her studies. We’re so close to perfection.” Bucky furrows his brows, curious as to what could be in your notebook that Pierce would want so much.

“I don’t care! I want her and her notebook! She’s the key to finishing Project S. If we let her get away he’ll find her and all our hard work programming him to be our best soldier will go to waste!” Bucky flinches as a hand gets slammed down on the top of the desk.

“She knows we want her research. She knows that her work is important to our Project. Rumlow was too fucking stupid and made her aware. Now she’ll go to great lengths to destroy or hide it all. We cannot have that happen! She’s the only person on the planet who has the slightest idea of how to destroy a soul bond. We need that knowledge.”

Bucky’s jaw drops as he realizes that you’re definitely innocent.

“Her killing RUmlow was probably a good thing. Now we have reason to search her and her stuff, find out what she knows and what she can do. If she refuses to work with us, we’ll use him against her. He doesn’t know they’re soulmates… no… that doesn’t matter! Find her, bring her to me. And make sure the captain and his team are unaware of what we plan to do with her.”

The person on the other line talks for a few moments before ending the conversation.

Bucky can do nothing but hold his breath as Alexander Pierce leaves his office, slamming the door behind himself.

He stays hidden for a few more minutes before getting up and grabbing the Project S file, along with a file on you.

He dashes out of the office and towards his own, tucking the files in his jacket to read later.

The door to the house opens and you crouch down behind the kitchen counter, eyes focused on the floor where a pair of black shoes are walking in.

“(Y/n)?” You straighten up slowly upon hearing Bucky’s voice.

“James.” He nods at you then takes a deep breath.

“I’m gonna be outside in the back, burning some boxes and stuff.” You nod, watching as he walks out of the house without giving you a second glance. Something tugs at your heart and you sigh, shaking your head.

You head upstairs and take a shower, wanting to clear your head of the intrusive thoughts consisting mainly of James and you and you and James. Sometimes naked, sometimes clothed.

It takes nearly half an hour before you’re ready to face him, to face the truth of what happened.

You bring a mug of tea outside with you and sit on the grass beside him, curling your knees up to your chest.

“I studied soulmates. Found a way to locate the gene that produces the anti-ageing and the gene that matches in both soulmates,” you begin softly, not lifting your eyes from the mug in your hands.

“I found ways to enhance the bond and ways to destroy it. Of course, I never tested the second one. Brock came to me one day after work with so many questions. How soulmates work, how you’d know when you had yours. I told him that few people can test the genetics in the way that I’ve learned how to, and few people would truly be able to understand how to determine what a soul bond gene looks like. So I simply said that he’ll have to wait and see if it’s her.”

He looks over at you when you stop speaking, waiting for you to continue.

“When you’ve been alive for many years without your soulmate, you’ll notice the ageing slowly when you find them. A grey hair here, some wrinkles there. And then when they start catching up to your age, you’ll both age together. I never… imagined that he’d want this information for anything other than curiosity.

“I’d found him reading my journals and notebooks on many occasions but I brushed it off. Until one morning I overheard a phone call. It was between him and Alexander Pierce. They were talking about destroying the soul bond of their officers, they figured it would make them more ruthless and follow orders better. I acted like I knew nothing, I didn’t know what to do.”

You take a sip of your tea and close your eyes. “This was months ago. And around this time he started getting more violent with me. He’d take what he wanted from my body and leave me hurting and broken after. I couldn’t stand it. So I decided to test a theory. I took some of his hair out of a brush and tested his DNA. Sure enough, he and I aren’t soulmates.”

Bucky shifts closer to you, encouraging you to continue. “I didn’t tell him, too afraid to aggravate him further. But one day he found out that I knew. I don’t know how, but he found out. And he was livid. He beat me until I couldn’t walk.”

You take a few deep breaths, not wanting to continue but knowing you have to.

“Then he started to get me to test the DNA of men from his work. To pinpoint their bond genes and figure out how to destroy them. I’d always fail at that second part. And I guess one morning he snapped.”

“What happened?” He asks gruffly, eyes full of sadness for you.

“He came at me with a knife while I was asleep, stabbed me right here.” You lift your shirt and run your fingers over the wound in your side. “I managed to get the knife and I stabbed him in the thigh. It only pissed him off. He grabbed a pillow and tried to suffocate me.” You shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remember vividly what it felt like.

“When the pillow didn’t work he tried choking me, but I landed another stab to his chest. He fell off of me and I ran out of the room as fast as I could. I grabbed the first thing I saw which happened to be an expensive vase that I’m regretting throwing, but I threw it at him. He grabbed a piece of the vase and stabbed me here and here with it.” You show him the spots, one on your bicep and the other on your forearm.

“I barely grabbed it before he tried again. I stabbed him with it, right where I figured the femoral was. He fell to the ground and I called the cops. Then he said ‘they won’t believe you. Pierce will have you killed before you can even think to run’. I didn’t know what to do. The receptionist picked up and as I was about to ask for help, he stabbed me right here.”

You turn around and pull your shirt down your shoulder, showing the gruesome-looking gouge that’s been poorly stitched by you.

“He hung up the phone and when I hit the ground he just kept kicking me. He wouldn’t stop. I pulled the knife out of my shoulder and stabbed him in the knee then twice in the chest, thus killing him.”

It’s silent between the two of you for a few minutes as Bucky processes everything you’ve just told him.

“I’m a murderer. A murderer who has information that Alexander Pierce wants. I told you this because I trust you. Not because I’m expecting you to run out and sacrifice yourself for my safety. I wanted you to know. You deserve one explanation.”

He sits stunned while you take small sips of your tea, your fingers trembling against the warm mug.

Eventually, he manages to speak. “Your studies are pretty sought after, it seems.” You nod your agreement and close your eyes for a moment, trying to calm down your racing heart.

“I uh… thank you for telling me. You didn’t deserve any of that. I wish it didn’t happen to you. You’re sweet and kind and gentle and you really really don’t deserve this shit show that’s become your life.”

You look over at him, curious to his change in demeanour.

“Thank you, James.” “Bucky,” He corrects, looking over at you with fiery blue eyes filled with passion. “Call me Bucky.” You nod and test the name, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Well, Bucky, I think I’m gonna head in for the night. Thank you for listening to me and for trusting me and helping me.” He grabs your hand as you go to leave.

“Stay, please.” You nod after a moment and sit back down, your shoulder brushing his.

The two of you stay there, watching the fire for hours together, unspoken words being shared in the silence bewteen the two of you.

That night, your relationship with James Barnes changes.

He’s no longer the officer giving you sanctuary. No, now he’s the man who held your hand and comforted you after reliving those awful memories. He’s now the man who you find yourself falling head over heels for, against your better judgement.

And he wishes he could say he wasn’t feeling the same way about you.

~*~

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the-stories-in-my-head-95 · 6 years

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Star Crossed- Part Five

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- You were the adopted daughter Frank Reagan, the Police Commissioner of New York City. He had adopted you when you were 4, bringing you into a large family- something you’ve never had before. You decide to go to Harvard- Like your older brother had. It’s there you meet Bucky Barnes, heir to the New York Mob. The two of you fall in love despite your different backgrounds. Will your families approve?

Message- Here’s part five of my mob au/ blue bloods crossover!! Sorry if it sucks!

WARNING- readers parents OD’d. Mob au. Reader might get arrested later on. . Family abandonment. Mentions of suicide. Bucky gets shot

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Word Count- 760

“Brock Rumlow?” You ask.

“He’s a hired gun.” Danny tells you.

“Someone hired him to kill me?” Bucky asks. Then Danny hesitates and looks at his partner.

“During his interrogation he slipped up, he said that he missed. That he was supposed to shoot you.” Danny says looking at you.

“Me?” You ask and all Danny does is nod. “Why?”

“We don’t know.” His partner asks.

***

About a week later your brother takes James (your father-in-law) in for questioning. Steve the family lawyer went down to the precinct and you tagged along. You watched from the other side of the two way mirror.

“I don’t know what you think I know.” James says.

“Why did you hire Rumlow to take out my sister?” Danny asks and James starts to laugh.

“And how exactly did you come up with that?” James asks.

“Makes sense, she’s the daughter of the PC, the sister of a DA and two cops. I bet you thought she was a snitch.” Danny says and James just continues to laugh.

“First of all, Y/N doesn’t have anything to snitch about. Secondly, when was the last time she spoke to any of you? Y/N is a beloved member of my family, has been since she was 18.” James says. “She is the mother of my grandson, and my sons wife, I would never do anything to hurt her.”

“Now, unless you’re charging Mr. Barnes with anything, I think you have all the information you need.” Steve says. Before you all leave you go up to Danny.

“Bucky is being released from the hospital today, we’ll be staying with James while Buck recovers.” You say, all Danny does is nod, so you just leave.

***

Bucky had been released a couple of weeks ago. Peter didn’t understand why Dada couldn’t pick him up. But other than that things were good, staying with James had been a good decision, he was incredibly helpful. Bucky and Peter were both napping upstairs when the doorbell rang.

“I got it!” James calls. “Commissioner.”

“Mr. Barnes.” Your Dad says.

“Are you here for Y/N?” James asks.

“No, I wanted to talk to you.” Your Dad says. “How did you accept her? She’s the daughter of the man who put you in prison! How did you allow your son to stay with her? How were you okay with it?”

“They were 18, Frank, and so in love. Why should they be punished for the lives we choose to lead?” Your Dad doesn’t say anything. “The second he brought her to meet me I realized how serious he was about her. I knew that if I banned him from seeing her they would run off together and I would never see him again, or meet any future kids they might have. So I made a decision, I decided to support them and it’s the best decision I ever made. I got to walk her down the aisle at their wedding, and I was there the day Peter was born.” James says.

“I was worried her being with him would get her hurt. Turns out it was her association to me that could have gotten her killed.” Your Father says. “It was because of an investigation my department was doing, dirty cops. They wanted to strong arm me into dropping the investigation. They figured shooting one of my kids would get me to comply. They’ve been arrested, so she’s safe now.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” James says. “You know, if you wanted to apologize, I think she would forgive you, you could meet your grandson. He’s the cutest little thing.”

“It’s been so long and I kicked her out when she was 18, I don’t think I deserve her forgiveness.” Your Dad says. “Thanks for the talk.” Then the door closes.

“Your heard everything?” James asks.

“Yeah.” You say, moving into the room.

“What are you going to do?” James says.

“I don’t know.” You murmur, then Peter starts to cry, so you go upstairs to get him. You then take him into yours and Bucky’s room, so you can check on him.

“Who was at the door?” Bucky asks.

“My Dad, they got the guys who payed Rumlow.” You murmur.

“Good. Are you doing okay? Did you talk to him?” Bucky asks.

“Your dad answered the door and they spoke for a bit. I stayed in the other room.” You say as you lay Peter down on the bed.

“You didn’t answer my first question.” Bucky says. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” You sigh.

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Title: Talking Bird

Series Masterlist

Summary: Sometimes when you stare into the dark, the darkness stares back in kind. You’ve been living in hell the past three years, so you’re familiar with the look of devils—so you think. They see darkness in you, and they’re determined to make you embrace it. As soon as your good-for-nothing husband is out of the way.

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Reader x Dark!Bucky

WARNINGS: Mob!AU, DUBCON, Murder, violence, General criminal activity, Manipulation, Abuse (past abuse, but still), Abuse victim reader, Dubcon, Gaslighting, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: whew. it’s been a little bit, and i’m so sorry for leaving you all with that cliffhanger for so long, lmao. but here we are, finally at the pinnacle of our story! please let me know what you think, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. divider by @whimsicalrogers!

Chapter Nine: Like your brain can’t keep up with your beak….

Steve didn’t usually smoke, he’d given up the habit in his early twenties, only indulging when he was especially stressed or angry. He relished the burn of the smoke in his lungs, and exhaled it slowly through his nostrils. He’d watched the security footage ten times over, watched their sweet girl open the door none-the-wiser, watched them take her right out from under them.

He blamed himself of course—he and Buck had gotten held up at the club dealing with inconsequential bullshit. And by the time they’d known what was happening, it was too late, and you were gone by the time Bucky’s panicked driving had gotten them back to the house.

It had only taken Scott a few tries—and three hours, Steve had refused to spare more—to round up the list of names, all of the cops who’d been on their property that afternoon. He knows most of these names, all Fury’s best men. And the majority of them are the only ones Steve hadn’t managed to sway.

The only ones not on his payroll.

He toed the man’s limp leg with the gleaming tip of his black oxford.

“Four of you to arrest one little woman. Seems like overkill, don’t you think?” He asked, taking another deep drag on his cigarette. Steve’s eyes flick down to the copper colored nameplate on his uniform. Levi. It’s crusted with his own dried blood, gleaming dully in the low, yellow light. He coughed in response, spittle and blood dripping from his swollen, split lips.

Fury had next to nothing on them for Stane, nothing more than hearsay and rumors. It didn’t matter that it was true, that they’d removed the doddering old figurehead and absorbed his empire—not when the people who had the proof were smart enough to keep it to themselves. Or terrified enough not to talk, which yielded the same results either way.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that this was the next best thing. Fury couldn’t get Steve, couldn’t get Bucky—but he could get you. Steve fought hard not to let the rage grip him again—after all, Levi would be less than useless if Steve beat him even more bloody.

Air whistled harshly through the gap in his now missing front teeth as Levi raised a bloodshot eye to meet Steve’s gaze—the other was swollen shut, courtesy of his trip.

“Are you going to make me ask again?” Steve’s expression was eerily calm as he squatted in front of the

“F-Fury said she was dangerous,” the words sounded jumbled and mashed, like it was hard for him to get them out around the jagged remains of his teeth.

“Where’s he keeping her? She isn’t in the holding cells, not in any of the Brooklyn precincts.” Steve spat, his hand fisting in Levi’s shirt as he yanked him up towards his face.

“Speak!” He shook him roughly, his head snapping back and forth weakly. Steve didn’t have much patience left to spare, not you’re out there alone without them to protect you—and not for him, certainly.

Steve knew how much you needed them, and they didn’t put Glenn in the fucking river just to let Fury take you away. Steve knew a show of force when he saw one, knew that the only reason Fury had brought fourteen men was to show that he could. That he could waltz past their wrought iron gate and take you to task for their crimes.

Well Steve would give the detective a show of his own.

“R-Rochester.” Levi’s voice was weak, the word garbled, but Steve understood it clearly. He dropped the cop like a ragdoll, stepping over his trembling body. “H-have her in… Rochester. Ab-abandoned station, off—” Levi coughed, and blood dribbled from his lips. “Off ‘63.”

His phone was already in hand, another cigarette planted firmly between his lips.

“Did you find her?”

“No. But I know where she is.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

The line went dead. Steve was already making his way up toward the entrance of the club. Steve’s always been good at plans, at making them, sticking to them. It’s what had gotten him this far; his stringent discipline, the knowledge of which rules to break, which to follow. Well, that and Bucky.

They hadn’t even had to talk about you—they’d just known. The moment they’d seen you with Glenn’s arm wrapped uncomfortably tight around your shoulders. Steve had seen Stane’s life, seen just what that necessary ruthlessness did when it went unchecked.

He’d seen himself, and it terrified him.

He’d seen both of them, if they didn’t find something to ground them. And how lucky indeed that they had met you. You needed a protector, and who better than the two of them? So beautiful, so damaged. And they knew just how to fix you. Everything Steve had ever wanted was within his reach—he just needed to grasp it.

Scott waited for him by the staircase, his ever-cheerful demeanor remarkably absent as he took in Steve’s carefully crafted mask of calm.

“You’re with me, Lang. Have Barton take care of our boy in blue.” There was no need for Levi anymore, not when Steve had already gotten what he needed from him. He could still feel the cold rage, the all encompassing fury at the discovery of your absence, and suddenly he was tempted to return to the low-level officer and kick his teeth in another time. “We’re going upstate.”

Scott nodded, before stopping for a beat to look back at the interrogation room down the long hallway. “Take care of him, or like… take care of him?” He asked, his eyebrows rising. Steve’s gaze went hard as he regarded the other man, and he watched the discomfort rise as Scott fidgeted. Steve wasn’t stupid—he’d gotten this far by not being in the business of needlessly killing cops.

“He was there, wasn’t he?” Steve said slowly, inspecting his red-flecked fingernails.

“Boss?”

“He was there. When they took her.” He clarified, producing a cloth from his pocket as he began to clean his knuckles, wiping the remains of Levi’s blood from his own flesh.

“Yeah, boss.”

“Then tell Clint to put one between his eyes.” There is finality in his tone that left no room for argument, and Scott ducked his head. “Meet us outside.”

The club upstairs was raucous, swinging with energy and music, a lively facsimile of the grim mood on the floors below. The crowd parted for him, closing behind him just as quickly as he made his way toward the exit. Bucky was already there, leaned against the hood of the sleek black Jaguar.

His hair was ruffled, the first few buttons of his shirt undone and sleeves rolled up. When Steve got closer, he could see the evidence of a fight all over him—evidence that Bucky has been doing some investigating of his own. Bucky runs a hand through his dark hair, his stormy blue eyes settling on Steve’s.

“They’re gonna fuckin’ pay.” He growls, and Steve nods. “They fuckin’ know better.”

“I know, Buck.”

“They took her from our home.” Bucky spat, and Steve watched his fists clench angrily around nothing. He scrubbed a hand down his face, and Steve notes his split knuckles. “The cops don’t cross us. We had a fucking deal.”

“Looks like it’s time to renegotiate it.” Steve replies tightly. He grasped Bucky’s hand in his, bringing it to his face. He traced the broken skin with his lips. “What happened?”

“Had a talk with Walker.”

“Our informant?”

“Wasn’t doing much goddamn informing if we didn’t know they were coming to try this shit.” Bucky retorted, though at Steve’s touch, the tension in his shoulders eased—just a little. He’d spent all day reminding Walker just how important it was that they be kept up to speed on Fury’s investigations. “Maybe now that he has about eight less fucking teeth he’ll remember to keep us in the goddamn know.” He took a steadying breath, exhaling slowly. “Rochester?”

“They’re trying to take her out of the city. Get her away so she’ll talk.”

“She won’t.” Bucky replied resolutely. “She’s a good girl. She’s our girl.”

Steve didn’t have time to respond as the door behind him slammed open. Scott was fixing his suit, striding towards them with purpose.

“Ready when you are, boss men.”

Bucky’s eyes go bright.

“Let’s go get our girl.”

—

The lights in the interrogation room were bright, but you’d gotten used to them fairly quickly. They always seemed to be on, and being that there was no window, you had no idea what time it was, how long it’d been since you’d been taken into “custody”. You laid your head on the cool metal desk in front of you, closing your eyes as you attempted to block out the endless buzz.

You’d been taken to the station, but only for a few minutes while Fury had you bundled into an unmarked vehicle. He’d gotten in the driver’s seat, and the cop from earlier, the one who’d asked you if you’d murdered Glenn, slid in the passenger door right beside him. Your eyes were sore from crying, and your wrist ached where it was cuffed to the table.

It had to have been hours since you’d been brought there, you were thirsty, hungry, tired. And most of all, you were scared. Your body was like a string stretched tightly between two points, taut and ready to snap at a moment’s notice. Worse still, no one had been in the room since you’d been shoved into it and cuffed to the bar that ran along the wall.

There was a camera in the corner, and the only sign it was on and someone was watching was the steady red light above it. You’d long since given up on pleading into the camera, so you couldn’t mask your shock when the door finally swung open.

Fury came in alone, settling himself at the table before folding his hands on top of it. New anxiety unfurled in your gut as you wondered if this was your punishment. Glenn had not been particularly Christ-like, but you supposed that didn’t stop you from being his Judas. You’d accepted Steve and Bucky’s thirty pieces of silver in exchange for your soul, only damnation had come sooner than you’d anticipated.

“I think we both know why I’m here.” He said, tapping his finger against the table softly.

“I’m telling the truth,” you said in a small voice, glancing up at him before pinning your gaze down on your nervously twining fingers. “I didn’t kill Glenn.” You’d been prepared for him to insist you had, to call you a liar and a murderer—what you weren’t prepared for, was his laughter.

Nick Fury scoffed at scrubbing a hand down his face. “I know you didn’t kill him.” He shook his head, while your spun. You gaped at him. Confusion wasn’t the appropriate word, though you felt that too. Shock, perhaps. Utter disbelief. “Glenn Thomas Aberdeen was stabbed thirty three times, but before that, he had his ribs broken. His orbital was crushed—he’d never have seen out of that eye again, even if he did survive. His hands were broken. Shot in one knee—but you know that part, don’t you?”

His voice drowned out every other sound—the forced air through the vents, your own pounding heartbeat. “H-how, I—”

“Oldest wound. Medical examiner places it around midnight on August 3rd—the same night witnesses place the two of you at Calore.” The name of the bar makes you shiver, you know Fury sees it. “Come on. You don’t have to go down for this. And for what? Some pretty tennis bracelets?” He nods down at your diamond-clad wrist.

They promised to take care of you, the voice reminds you. You’re not stupid enough to think that the police could protect you from either Steve or Bucky—or punish them for their wrath after it had been brought down around you. You’d been good. You’d played by the rules just like everyone said you should—only to end up used. Discarded. Unvalued. Abused.

“Why am I here?” You asked, looking up at him steadily for the first time.

“You drew the short straw. You’re the weak link in the chain, I’m sorry to say.” He leaned forward. “I have no reason to lie to you, ma’am. You’re a good girl. I don’t know how you got mixed up with the likes of Steve Rogers and James Barnes, but despite what they may have told you, I’m the good guy.”

You kept your expression neutral, though inside you recoiled. Good girls get nothing but pain. And sitting here, Fury seemed a lot closer to being the villain than the men who’d saved you from a slow death and an early grave.

Good girls get hurt.

Bad girls, at least, got tennis bracelets—and if they were Steve and Bucky’s bad girl, then…they got the world. And you knew it was wrong to want it, but you did—and you knew they could give it to you. They wouldn’t leave you out to dry, not like this.

“I know your boyfriends put Obadiah Stane in the dirt. I know they put your husband down too.” His gaze went cold. “Maybe you think they did you a favor. I saw the police reports, the doctor’s notes.” Of course he had—they were related, a matter of public record now. Your insides curled with embarrassment and disgust—now anyone who had the mind to look would know what Glenn had done to you, what you’d let him do for years.

But that’s where Fury was wrong—they had done you a favor. They were right. The world was ugly. It didn’t matter if Fury knew you hadn’t killed him—he was willing to let you get charged for it, he’d said as much himself. Olivia was all over the news, blaming you, fanning the flames of public hatred you knew would be quickly growing—so what was the point of fighting the tide any more?

Why not just be the monster Glenn always said you were?

Why not?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I saw you in the bookstore that day. You looked terrified. You don’t have to be, not of them. We can protect you.”

“You should be afraid of them, detective.” You replied softly, your brows furrowing as you realized that he too, was all too happy to move you like a chess piece across the board of this investigation. “You know what they’re capable of.” And he would discard you when you were no longer useful.

“You can go home tonight.” Fury replied as though you hadn’t spoken. “You can go home to your family and you can be innocent. Or you can lie for them, and sit in a cell until your court date. Your choice.” You almost wanted to laugh for the hopelessness of it all. Fury was worse than Glenn—he knew what your ex had put you through, and he was still willing to stick you in a cell, to interrogate you and leave you to rot when he was finished, all for the sake of his case.

“I wouldn’t make it off the FDR drive, and you know that.” Your stomach twisted with anxiety and nausea.

“The law is the law.” His voice carried a somber note, and you couldn’t discern the sincerity of it.

“And to the law, I’m expendable.” You looked down at your hands. You didn’t have anything left to say. Fury tapped his fingers against the table for a few moments before sighing.

“I hope you’ll reconsider.” The sound of the door shutting behind him seemed to echo in the little room. You knew what he was playing at—there were no formal charges against you, and they could only hold you for so long before either dropping the hammer, or letting you go.

You could only hope that Steve and Bucky got to you before your time ran out. The red light on the camera in the corner flashed, and you wondered again who was behind it—Fury, or the smug, scarred cop with the toothpick? They were the only ones you’d seen since leaving the station, making you question just how many people Fury trusted with the secret of your location.

You didn’t have to wait long again for another visitor, and when Nick returned to the interrogation room, the other officer was in tow, a scowl on his face. He sneered at you, and you looked away.

“So what now? You didn’t tell me you didn’t get this signed off on by Commissioner Pierce, Fury.” He unlocked the chain that secured your cuffs to the table. “We can’t just hold her—”

“If I get a confession it won’t matter. You think Pierce cares how I get it?” He snapped. He turned his eye on you, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Who else hasn’t checked in, Rumlow?” Your mind raced as you connected the dots—time was running out, that much was clear.

“Walker. Went dark about an hour after Levi.”

It should have inspired horror in you, the knowledge that two men were likely dead, and by the hands of the men who loved you, no less—but instead, you felt… protected. They’re coming for me. Rumlow pulled you roughly to your feet.

“Move it, girlie. Don’t fancy getting shot by your sweethearts.” You stumbled out of the room after him, your legs weak. It was an old police station, likely only used for special circumstances—like interrogating unnamed witnesses. He half-dragged you through the maze of desks, past the empty reception area, and out of the dusty double doors.

Late afternoon sun blinded you, and you blinked unseeingly, scrambling for your bearings. You didn’t know where you were, surrounded on all sides by trees that rose in a tight ring around the old station. Gravel crunched underfoot as you were led back to the same black unmarked car that had brought you here, and Rumlow shuffled you into the back seat. He slammed the door behind you loud enough to make you wince.

“Levi’s not answering, Walker’s scared shitless, says they know about his family. What’s the fucking plan, Fury? Because from where I’m goddamn standing it doesn’t look like you have one!”

Nick rubbed his temples as Rumlow’s voice increased steadily in volume.

“I thought this was what you wanted, Brock. You want big case promotions, you take big case risks.” Fury snapped, and you watched Rumlow’s eyes narrow. You didn’t like the look of him, and you liked him even less now. He pointed at you in the back seat.

“That’s not an answer. Men are going to wind up in pieces in every dumpster across the tristate area for this, and I’m not keen on being one of ‘em!” He slapped the hood of the car, and you winced at the noise.

“You’re free to go home any time, Brock.” Fury and he gestured at the road. “Not leaving?” When Rumlow didn’t answer, Fury continued. “Get her to Albany, they won’t touch her there. Too close to Laufey’s territory for them to make a big deal of it—”

The sound of the gunshot made you scream, and bright blood painted the car window. You kept screaming as the detective went down onto one knee, and then laid face down in the dirt, completely still. When Brock went for the car door handle, you whimpered, pushing yourself as far away from him as you could get.

He glared at you with dark eyes before reaching for you. You screamed again, kicking at him as your gaze grew wide with terror. You landed a solid kick on his shoulder, and he grunted with pain before wrapping his large hand around the chain linking your cuffs together. Your wrists burned as he dragged you out.

Brock threw you unceremoniously into the dirt, which you could see was stained and wet in the slowly diminishing sunlight. A scant few feet was all that lay between you and the unmoving body of the detective. The click of his pistol sent cold lead to your belly, and your jaw was tight as you stared up the barrel.

“God I was getting tired of listening to that shit,” Rumlow drawled, squatting down in front of you. “You too?” He nudged Fury’s arm with the muzzle of the gun, chuckling. You hadn’t, at least, not firsthand. Shaky, panicked were all you could manage to keep the hysteria at bay. He ran a hand through his hair before emitting a long sigh. “Fuck.”

You couldn’t stop shaking, your mind replaying the splash of crimson against the glass over and over, the gunshot still ringing in your ears—

“Hey, hey.” Brock snapped his fingers in front of your face a couple of times, before giving your cheek a sharp tap. “I need you to pay attention sweetheart, because I’m not keen on repeating myself.” You dragged your unwilling eyes from the still warm corpse up to his.

“We’re not going anywhere. You’re going to get that tight little ass up, and walk back inside to wait for those two fuckin’ faggots to get here, and then after they’ve paid me, if I’m feeling generous, I’ll actually give you back.”

“W-what—?” Your breath started coming in quick pants. This wasn’t real, wasn’t happening—

But it was.

“I want to see how much those two cocksuckers are willing to pay to get back some used pussy.” He sneered, gripping your chin between his forefinger and thumb. With the other hand, he holds the muzzle of the gun to your temple.

“And I got a couple of tricks of my own up my sleeve to make sure I get what I want.”

——

“Fifteen minutes to your destination.”

The mechanically British voice coming from the GPS didn’t fill Bucky with relief—only dread. He’d been in this game long enough to know that there weren’t often second chances.

Steve’s lead foot on the gas had made a long trip only minutely shorter, which had left them plenty of time to plan—though there was no accounting for what they would find when they got there. Levi’s garbled directions were still so fresh in his mind that the dead officer might as well have just told him.

Rochester. Ababdoned station off 63.

What would they find when they got there? Neither of them were sure. Fury gone off-script with this one, and as a result, they were flying blind. He wanted to collar them—badly. Badly enough to take you, at least. Steve’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.

“Pull off here.” Bucky instructed, pointing. “It’s down here.” His hand was already on his gun, the safety off and ready. They’d already prepared for the worst, the jet prepped and ready to go, their assets squared safely away in overseas banks and trusts—just in case everything went sour.

After all—five dead cops was certainly going to be eye opening news material.

The sky was darkening rapidly above them, and as the car sped down the long stretch of road, the anticipation of its inhabitants reached a fever pitch. The station loomed ahead, the lot empty but for one car. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as Steve pulled up.

“Is that…?” He killed the engine before opening the door and slowly stepping out.

A body lay in the gravel lot in front of the station, dark blood splashed over the ground, and against the car window nearby. Steve shut the door behind him, and took a step closer, dry earth crunching under his feet. Bucky was close behind, squatting down by the body. He grabbed its chin, turning the head sideways.

“Shit. It’s Fury.” To Bucky’s hand, the body is still warm, albeit only barely. He waited, his fingers pressed into the other man’s throat. There was no pulse, his good eye open and staring at nothing. He closed it with a swipe of his fingers. Bucky held a sort of… grudging respect for his doggedness, and he was almost sorry to see Fury go like this. “Looks like someone got here before we did.”

Steve tilted his head. “Scott, who else was on the team? Levi—who else?”

“Levi, Castleman, Rumlow, Hagar, Warrensworth.”

“Well Levi’s dead. Castleman too. Hagar’s skipped town, and we’re still looking for Warrensworth. So that leaves Rumlow.” Bucky spat the name out with disgust.

Of course it was fucking Rumlow.

“You got history with this guy?” Scott asked, and Steve fixed him with a sharp glare that had him mumbling an apology. If there was anything Fury and Rumlow had in common, it was how much they hated the two of them—as evidenced by their common goal.

“Enough to know he shot his boss.” He sniffed. “Probably didn’t like his end of the bargain.” Steve rolled up his sleeves before turning back to Bucky. “He’s going to want money.” It didn’t help that Brock was bound to hold a grudge after their last run in.

“Best I can do’s a bullet.” Bucky racked the gun just to be sure it was ready. “Think he remembers us?”

“Every time he looks in the mirror,” Steve replied darkly, chuckling. “Scott. You go around back, see if there’s any way to get in.”

Scott took a step before turning back to them with a frown. “What about you? You can’t seriously be going in the front.”

They were. After all, it was what Rumlow was expecting—them to burst in, guns blazing. Once Scott was out of sight, they crept lowly along the outer wall, with Bucky taking point. It had been a long time since they’d been out like this—in the field. But there was no one they trusted with your safety more than themselves.

The door was unlocked, and swung open silently. The air inside tasted of dust. With the sun almost down, there was little light to be had, and they squinted in the dark, eyes roving sharply over every part of the dusty receiving room.

“I’ll check the lockup.”

Bucky nodded, not wasting the breath of a response. He headed in the opposite direction, back towards the desks. There were shafts of pale pink-orange light coming through the wide windows, washing the room with the last vestiges of sunlight.

He crept carefully along the wall towards the back offices with slow, measured steps, but the sound of a throat clearing made him stop, aiming the gun immediately towards the sound. His finger squeezed down on the trigger just hard enough for it to click softly as he stared into the darkness, willing his eyes to adjust. And when they did—

It was your terrified face staring back at him.

“Doll—”

There’s a hand across your mouth, and it’s grip tightened as a whimper escaped your mouth.

“Put the gun down, Barnes.” Rumlow leaned forward, his face melting out of the shadows above your shoulder. Bucky hated the way he held you, his other hand resting the gun on your hip. You were stationed protectively in front of him, of course, to discourage Bucky from firing. “I mean, if you want to give these walls a fresh coat of paint, I guess that’s up to you.” He tapped the gun against your hip, and you flinched. “What do you think, sweetheart? I think it could use some sprucing up—”

“How’s your face?” Bucky snarled, cutting him off. “No surgery for that, huh?” The cruelty in his voice tasted good on his tongue, but his heart leapt into his throat when Rumlow growled, tucking the muzzle of the gun against your side.

“Where’s your boyfriend? Did he not make it to the party?” He asked tauntingly, and Bucky ignored the insult. “No, no, you two wouldn’t split up. He’s here, isn’t he?” He pushed the gun harder into you and you squeaked.

With any luck, Steve had heard the commotion, but station walls were thick, and he might not have. Bucky bit back an angry growl at the way Rumlow’s hand cupped your chin, his fingers tickling underneath it.

“Way I see it, I did you both a favor. More than either of you ever did for me.” He sneered, squeezing your cheeks with rough fingers. “Least you could do is pay me for it.” He licked his lips.

Your gaze was desperate as you met his eye, and—

Gunfire rang out, the sound piercing the terse silence between the three of you. A slow smirk spread over Brock’s face.

“I’ll bet that’s your buddy meeting one of mine.” Another round of shots, and then nothing. Brock’s smirk grew wider. Bucky swallowed the concern he felt welling up in his chest. It’s fine. Steve can handle himself. He didn’t let his gaze wander from Rumlow, his hand steady on the gun.

“How much do you want?” He gritted through his teeth, hating the ugly look of triumph that crossed his features.

“I dunno.” He tapped you with the gun. “How much d’you figure you’re worth, princess?”

Your throat moved with the nervous swallow you took. “B-Bucky—”

“That’s not a t answer.” His hand slid into your hair, pulling your head back. “I’m not a charity man, Barnes,” more gunfire sounded, closer this time, and Brock’s shit eating grin soured. “and the more I think about it, the more I wonder if Stane’s people might pay more just to kill her.”

Brock pushed away from the wall, keeping your body between him and Bucky as he maneuvered towards the back doorway. Bucky kept his gun aimed at the other man, following him steadily with the sight.

“I want fifty mil, minimum,” he growled over your shoulder. “I’ll give you some time to talk it over.” Bucky cursed as Rumlow ducked through the doorway. He couldn’t shoot, not without risking hitting you—and certainly not before Brock unloaded into you in retaliation. He could only watch helplessly as your scared face disappeared from view.

He heard the rustle of footsteps behind him and ducked just as a bullet whizzed by his head. The shot rang loudly in the enclosed space, and Bucky’s brain felt like it was rattling in his skull as he pressed himself to the ground behind one of the dusty desks. A muffled curse followed, and Bucky quickly scrambled to his knees, preparing to fire.

Steeling himself, he gripped the gun and sat straight up, aiming towards the door. Just there was a masked man in tac gear, his head snapping around wildly. Bucky squeezed the trigger, holding his arm still despite the kick as he fired. A second shot rang out just after, and the man staggered, before falling. Bucky held his position, waiting as the sound of quick foosteps drew nearer.

Steve appeared in the doorway, the arm of his white shirt stained with blood, his shoulder bleeding sluggishly. It was spattered across his face too, his eyes dark and intent.

“Did you find her?” There was no room for relief, not when you were still not safe, not with them.

“Brock has her, he’s using her like a sheild—”

An angry roar of pain split the air.

The two of them moved in tandem, Steve taking point while Bucky followed with quick, practiced steps. A gunshot, the sound of shattering glass—

“YOU LITTLE FUCKING CUNT!”

Disregarding the noise of their own foosteps, Steve and Bucky raced down the corridor toward the sound, stopping at what would have been the captain’s office if there were still one. The door was open and ajar, and when Steve shouldered in, it was empty.

The large window behind the desk was shattered, a smear of blood against the jagged glass. They could see Rumlow charging toward the treeline, and in front of him—

You.

Racing alone into the coming night.

To be continued….

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sergeantxrogers · 2 years

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Money Power Glory - 1

“Working with the feds now, lovie?”

“Unfortunately. They won’t find out, though.”

“I’d hate it if they did. You’re too pretty to kill.”

James “Bucky” Barnes, New York state’s most infamous organized crime leader since the 1980s. With Bucky weaving through the fingers of local police and the federal government for far too long, they decide to go with plan B: you. Your job? Simple. Relay inside information back to the FBI, slipping through the cracks of Bucky’s fortress of a crime ring as an unknown imposter. The Bureau, however, has no idea you and Bucky are much more acquainted than you let on.

Pairing: Criminal!Bucky Barnes x Informant!Reader

Chapter word count: 3.7k

Chapter warnings: Mentions of crime, obviously

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The jingle of keys, followed by the familiar clang of metal against metal had you rolling your neck with a sigh.

Finally.

Getting up from the uncomfortable benches lined up against the wall, you gave the short, fat officer by the cell door a sardonic smile as he stood, unamused, waiting for you to get out. You breezed past him, through the metal bars, and stood waiting for him to lead you to wherever he needed to.

As he started walking, you followed him, shooting winks at other cops in the precinct as you passed by them, weaving through tables with stacks of papers piled high on them, computers, scattered pens and pencils, some family photos. A familiar face, a woman in her late 40s with brown hair and an ass that could kill rolled her eyes when you waved annoyingly at her. You shrugged it off, following after your designated officer.

“So, Harold,” you began, and you heard him sigh heavily in front of you. “How’s life?”

He gave you no answer, opting to ignore you instead. Fair.

You passed by another holding cell, this one having a sleezy-looking middle aged man and a teenager who looked to be two snorts away from death sitting against the wall.

“I see business is booming, as usual,” you remarked, and still, no answer.

Harold - Happy, as you liked to ironically call him - stayed silent as he led you right to the other corner of the precinct, the only sounds between you two the shuffle of your sneakers on the tiles and the occasional phone ringing in the air.

The foggy glass door in front of you opened, and out stepped a face you knew all too well.

“Ah,” you sighed with a grin. “Rhodey. How long’s it been? Five, six months?”

The man - Rhodey - rolled his eyes, resting his hands on his hips.

“Y/N, how many times have I told you not to call me that?” he inquired, exasperated.

You shrugged. “Sorry, chief. Forgot how anal you were about your title and all.”

Chief Rhodes rolled his eyes again, but gestured for you to come inside his office. Happy stepped away, going back to whatever minimal work he had in the precinct, sitting at his desk all day, and allowed you to follow Rhodes through the door.

As he walked to his desk, your eyes followed him, landing on two new, unfamiliar figures sitting across from him. Only the woman turned to look at you, dressed in a fitted black pantsuit, her short hair framing her face in waves. You thought you spied a smile playing on her lips, but your eyes quickly moved on to the man sitting next to her, elbow rested on the arm of the chair, and head rested on his hand. From your angle, all you could see was the shape of his beard and his brown hair. Well, he seems like he would rather be anywhere but here.

Rhodey sighed, pulling your attention back to him as you stood awkwardly by the door.

“You seem to be getting in a lot of trouble these days.”

You shrugged. “Tough childhood and all, I guess.”

The chief of police pursed his lips and tilted his head in annoyance, and you gave him a smile back.

“You know I can’t keep letting you off the hook so easy. Officers are starting to ask questions, and you really made a big mess this time.”

You let out a sigh, crossing your arms in front of you. “Okay... so now what?”

Rhodey gestured to the two people sitting in front of him, and in turn, they both got up and turned to you. The pretty woman stepped forward, holding out her hand. She spoke as you shook it.

“I’m SSA Maria Hill,” she introduced herself with a smile, then pointed to the man behind her. “This is SSA Anthony Stark.”

Anthony nodded as he held his hand out too, and you shook it as you took him in unabashedly, eyes raking over him like a lioness stalking her prey. Expensive suit, even more expensive tie. Polished shoes and a well groomed beard. Definitely not a man who skimped out on himself.

“Most people call me Tony,” he said, like an announcement, almost. You concluded that this was a man who liked being the center of attention. If your plan was to work, you would gladly give it to him.

You gave them both an off smile, tilting your head as you stared at them, before sharply turning to Rhodey.

“Agents?”

He nodded.

“C’mon... what I did wasn’t that bad.”

Maria butted in softly. “Actually, rum-running and illegal gambling are pretty high up there.”

Your eyes flickered to her, and you hoped they conveyed the annoyance you felt, but it was hard to do when she was looking at you so apologetically.

You paused, looking back and forth between the two agents and Chief Rhodes.

“So, what? The FBI’s gonna take me away for selling some alcohol under the table? Is that what’s happening now?”

Rhodey shook his head. “No, Y/N. And I’d appreciate it if you’d let me explain for once.”

You stayed silent, and Rhodey continued.

“You know I like you, don’t you? You’re a good kid, you’re just a little... off kilter, that’s all.”

You nodded, shifting your weight to your other hip, and waited for him to continue.

“And I know you mean no harm most of the time. Petty theft doesn’t really call for any government backup. But this? This is a bit bigger, especially considering who you’ve been working with.”

Who you’ve been working with.

Tony jumped in as soon as Rhodey stopped speaking, allowing himself to clarify further. “Rum-running usually isn’t that big of a deal if business is low-profile. But we have reason to believe that you’ve been making deals with Barnes’ syndicate.”

You feigned interest, raising a brow as you looked at him. “Barnes? As in, James Barnes?”

Both Tony and Maria nodded. “We have you on record and on CCTV meeting with some of his men.”

You swallowed back whatever smart remark was crawling it’s way up your throat. “So?”

“So,” said Maria, “Chief Rhodes can’t let you off the hook after proof that you’ve been working with a crime ring.”

Crime ring. That wasn’t really the word you would use to describe it. In your personal opinion, it was more of just a large, dysfunctional family that sometimes did bad things. And Bucky was their daddy. Of course, you couldn’t tell them that, so instead, you cleared your throat an straightened your back, turning to Rhodey.

“So you decided to call the feds on me?”

You hoped your voice sounded as hurt as you were supposed to be.

As surprised as they expected you to be.

Rhodey sighed, running his hand down his face in frustration.

“God, you’re so difficult,” he muttered, and you almost smirked at that. If there was anything you enjoyed in life, it was getting under people’s skin; you lived for it.

“Listen kid,” Tony said suddenly, and you turned your attention to him. “Rhodes here doesn’t want to put you away for a long, long time. He also can’t let you go. So, he came to us for a simple, simple solution.”

“And that solution is...?”

“You’ll be working for us.”

You stood silent, blinking at Tony, then looking towards Maria and Rhodes, then back at Tony.

“Excuse me?”

Tony seemed to smirk at your discontent, and shoved his hands in his pants pockets, leaning back against the chair behind him as he crossed a leg in front of the other.

“You heard me, kid. You’re gonna be under our demand now.”

“Why? How does that even work? What do you even need me for?”

“Well, you see,” Maria said as she shot Tony a glare, “You’ll work as an informant for us, and in exchange, we won’t send you to jail for a long time. Simple, really.”

“Yeah...” you muttered, eyes sliding over to Rhodes, who stood and awkwardly took in the whole ordeal. “And this was your idea?”

Rhodey shrugged, but before he could say anything, Maria jumped in.

“This is the best way, for everyone involved. Trust me.”

You heard Tony mumble something under his breath that sounded a lot like it’s not like you have a choice, but you decided to ignore him, opting to ask Maria some more questions. You had to act unhappy about it, after all.

“So what am I even supposed to do?”

“Well,” Maria started, before gesturing behind her for you to take a seat.

You walked towards one of Rhodey’s uncomfortable wooden chairs and sat as she continued speaking. “Your basic task is to act interested in criminal affairs, act as a buyer, another high-ranker, and then report everything you find out back to us. That’s the main idea.”

The end of her sentence sounded like it needed a but at the end of it, so you leaned back in your chair and crossed your legs as you stared up at her. “But?”

Maria cringed a bit as she shot a look towards Tony. “But... your job is gonna be a bit more... demanding.”

“In what sense?”

“In the sense that,” Tony interrupted, “you won’t be reporting low-status drug deals. You’ll be infiltrating the Barnes syndicate, and they’ll be expected not to know a thing.”

You blanched, willing a look of worry and fear on your features as you swallowed dryly. “Barnes? As in, James Barnes? James Bucky Barnes, the crime lord Barnes?”

“Yes,” Tony said, clearly annoyed, and Maria sighed beside him.

“Why me? Don’t you have other people to do that for you?”

“We do, but it has to be you. His men have already had enough contact with you to the point where you’re not a total stranger.”

“And you’re also easy on the eyes,” Tony added onto Maria’s words, and she clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“What?” he said, raising his shoulders. “It’s important to note!”

You cleared your throat, and all three people in the room turned their attention to you. Rhodey looked tense as he waited for your words with baited breath.

“Fine. When do I start?”

The old, heavy wooden door creaked under the weight of its years as you pushed it open, close to falling off its hinges. The smell of stale beer and vodka hit your nose as soon as you walked in, the floors sticky with spilled alcohol.

“Hey, Pete,” you greeted. The young, brown haired boy shot you a smile from behind the bar, polishing a glass in his hand before setting it down, throwing the rag over his shoulder.

You walked over to him, ignoring the few old men who frequented the rickety pub, insisting they weren’t alcoholics but drank their body weight in whiskey. They sat scattered throughout the pub, mainly hiding in the shadowy corners to avoid being spoken to. Fine by you, and fine by Peter. It wasn’t like you were in need of their company anyways.

“You know, you should really get a new door. Or at least get that one fixed. It’s becoming a hazard.”

Peter scoffed as you slid into one of the stools across from him, immediately bringing over a bottle of Bailey’s and a glass. He poured as he spoke, and you watched the cream-colored liquid wash over the ice and trickle to the bottom of the glass.

“Tell that to Bucky,” he said as he set the bottle down. “I’m definitely not planning on wasting my hard earned money on his bar.”

You gave him a pointed look as you took a sip. “You do know he’s the one giving you the money, right?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. It’s just a matter of principle.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, downing the rest of your drink and enjoying the burn it left as it travelled down your throat, gathering in a warm pit in your stomach.

Pete took your glass away, setting it in the sink as you stretched in your stool. He walked to the other end of the bar for a moment to pour another shot for a customer you’d seen plenty enough times, as you spoke.

“Is he in?” you asked, voice slightly raised so he could hear you, and Peter nodded. He turned back to you, boots slightly thumping against the wooden floors as he walked.

“Just got here, like, half an hour ago,” he said, and you nodded your thanks.

Sliding out of your stool, you stepped behind the bar, as casual as you could force yourself to be, and pushed open the door with the big EMPLOYEES ONLY sign in bold letters on it. It swung shut behind you, and it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the fluorescent lighting. The white, artificial light washed over the back room of the pub, over the shelves of random bottles of old wine, crates of juice and bottles of water, along with some unopened boxes of glasses and ashtrays. You walked passed the small sink that served for employee sanitation more than anything else, and the few hooks on the wall sporting a couple jackets, until you reached the door at the far end of the room.

The fire escape sign glowed red above your head as you pushed against the heavy metal, and then you stepped trough and were met with another door. You let the heavy metal slam shut behind you, and waited for the echo to subside before opening the next door, a simple wooden push-pull door, almost identical to the one out front. You tugged it open, and were bathed in darkness, the only light being a small, green emergency light on the wall beside you, illuminating the stairs below you in a sickly green manner.

“Jeez, this place always gives me the creeps,” you muttered to yourself as you began your descent, keeping one hand on the wall to steady yourself.

You walked, and walked, and walked, until the stairway started to turn, and you were going down in spirals, and you knew you were close. The first few times you went down these steps, you tried counting them, but you always either lost track after fifty-something or got too dizzy staring at your feet the entire time and gave up.

“Finally,” you mumbled as you saw the strip of light below yet another door, this one with an intercom beside it. The door was also made of heavy metal, but it had no handle from the outside, and absolutely no way of getting in except for the intercom and camera by its side.

You buzzed the button impatiently, multiple times, until you heard the familiar crackle of someone picking up.

“Speak,” said a firm, male voice, and you rolled your eyes at the formal precaution.

“Longing,” you simply said, and a second later, you heard the intercom click, followed by the unlocking of the door, and then it slid open.

You met eyes with the man in front of you, his black hair slicked back as always, dressed impeccably in a dark suit. The only pop of color on him was the emerald green tie, along with the green eyes that were taking you in now.

“Miss Y/N,” he purred, accent rolling off his tongue and round the syllables of your name like butter. He stepped to the side to let you in, hand outstretched in welcome.

“Loki,” you greeted, giving him a smile and a nod. “How have you been?”

“I could ask you the same thing, my dear. It’s been too long. We were starting to think Barnes had gotten rid of you.”

“Gotten rid of me?” you repeated through a laugh. “Trust me, he’s not getting rid of me for a long time. Whether he likes it or not.”

Loki hummed in amusement as the two of you walked down the dark, tunnel-like hallway, illuminated by the light coming from the open space at the end, the laughs and talking slowly getting louder with each step you took.

You stepped into the open space, taking in a deep breath as your eyes raked over the headquarters you had missed so much. The large TV in the corner, with a sitting area in front of it. The other corner occupied by monitors and keyboards, all with camera feeds live on them, and a single chair in which sat a familiar head of red hair. You decided the men by the pool table could wait, as so could the figures talking in the small kitchenette, as you made your way to the redhead with a giant grin on your face.

“Nat,” you called, the smile evident in your voice, and she turned her head at the speed of light. She bounded towards you, almost knocking her chair back in the process as she ran to meet you in the middle. The two of you crashed into each other, and she gave you a bone crushing hug as you inhaled the smell of her shampoo - lavender and almond.

“God, babe, I missed you so much, you have no idea,” she groaned against your ear, and you hummed back in answer. She pulled back, holding you at arms length in fornt of her as she smiled.

“Barnes has been real selfish these days, keeping you all to himself, you know.”

You let out a laugh, and were about to reply, when a familiar voice cut you off.

“Me, selfish? C’mon, Tash, I thought we moved passed that,” the voice rang from behind you, and you felt your entire body yeild to it.

You whipped around on your heels to see Bucky making his way towards you, and you couldn’t stop the squeal of happiness that escaped your throat as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you tight. He chuckled against you, his chest vibrating with the sound and you held him even tighter. Pulling back slightly, you placed a kiss to his waiting lips, and you felt him smile into it.

“Aw jeez man, get a room, you two,” a deep treble rang across the quarters, and Bucky gave him the middle finger before setting you down.

“Missed you too, Stevie!” you called, and the blond blew you a kiss from the pool table before going back to his game with a small, amused shake of his head.

“I missed you more, though,” you said to Bucky, wrapping yourself around his arm as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Where’ve you been?” Natasha asked, and you shrugged.

“Oh, you know,” you said casually. “Here and there.”

“What she means to say,” Bucky added, “is that she’s been busy setting in motion the first part of the plan.”

You saw Natasha’s eyes sparkle as they looked between you and Bucky. She was always hungry for adventure, for new crime, and you could see it in the way her chest rose and fell quicker at the prospect. It was also evident in her record, wanted in 23 states and 7 European countries for several crimes across the board. You supposed it was the Russian blood in her veins that kept her from ever getting caught.

“You mean-?”

“Yes, I mean.”

Natasha almost giggled at the news, clapping her hands excitedly like a schoolgirl before running back to her designated spot by the camera monitors. You watched her with your eyebrows raised, then looked at Bucky, who just shrugged. He learned a long time ago not to question Nat’s mood swings.

“Working with the feds now, lovie?”

“Unfortuntely. They won’t find out, though.”

“I’d hate it if they did. You’re to pretty to kill.”

You rolled your eyes, and began walking to the luxurious couches in front of the TV. “It was your idea. And its not like you’d kill me anyways.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky teased, and you hummed, plopping yourself down on the couch.

“Hate to break it to ya, but you love me too much now.”

“Hmm. I hate that you’re probably right.”

You smiled at him as he sat by you, grabbing your hand in both of his and bringing it up to his lips to place a kiss to your knuckles. You sat with him for a few minutes, catching up until the rest of his inner circle arrived. They took their seats one by one, filling up the couch beside yours. First Steve, you gave you a crinkly-eyed smile and a kiss to your head, then Nat, shooting you a wink as she sat down. And finally, Loki, who merely gave you a gracious nod as he walked by you.

By the time they had all gotten together, you had gotten tired of sitting, and instead decided to lay down, leaving your head on Bucky’s lap and your feet dangling off the edge of the couch.

“So, what did they say?”

It was Steve who asked the question, all of a sudden his demeanor turning serious. It always amazed and amused you how quickly he could turn 180, going from a golden retriever in a person to one of the most ruthless criminals you’ve ever come across, and vice versa.

“Well,” you began, not bothering to sit up. “You were right. The alcohol was what did it for them.”

“So they want you as a spy?” Natasha asked, slightly confused.

“They want me as an informant,” you corrected, and she nodded. “But it’s basically the same thing. Instead of going to prison, I report everything you guys do to them.”

“But,” Bucky added, “they can’t, of course, know to what extent you’re involved with us.”

You nodded in confirmation, as did Steve and Loki.

It was the latter who spoke up next, smooth voice gliding through the space between you, as he asked, “So they will be expecting you to air out all our dirty laundry?”

“Something of the sorts. I won’t, of course, give them everything.”

You gave them all a small smirk. “And they never said the information had to be accurate.”

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holylulusworld · 4 months

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The Widow - Prologue

Summary: You trust now one. Not since they got your husband killed.

Pairing: TFaTW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: death of a loved-one, reader is under protection, bitchy reader, arguments, grumpy Bucky, angst, blood, character's death,

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Blood…so much blood.

You always feared your life with Ransom would end like this.

On the run, without anyone siding with you but the cops.

After your husband ratted his partners out it was only a matter of time before you ended up dead.

One greedy agent and you held your dying husband in your arms.

He choked on his blood, staring up at you with scared eyes. “Y/N…sorry…Y/N…”

“You goddamn idiot,” you cried and kissed him hard. “I know…I love you…”

Two years later…

“Why me?” Bucky releases the deepest sigh ever leaving his lips. “Sam, I don’t want to play babysitter for some spoiled woman. Maybe Torres can protect her.”

“Bucky, you are the only super-soldier I know. Torres is a good man and can stand his ground d. But the people who are after Y/N Y/L/N are not the cuddly kind of enemy. If they try to kill you, they use a scalpel to cut you into tiny pieces, not a weapon.”

“Do you try to cheer me up, or scare me?” Bucky scoffs. “You want me to risk my life for some criminal’s wife? Why? We agreed on doing this job to protect the innocent, not people getting rich at the expense of others. That’s not who we are.”

“We protect people who need protection. She ended up in this situation because she fell in love with the wrong man. I checked her background and found out that until her marriage with her deceased husband, she was a good person without a criminal record.”

“She lived a fabulous life, spending money she didn’t earn,” the super-soldier grunts. “How do we know she won’t rat us out, and we all end up dead?”

“You jump out of an airplane without a parachute and now you are scared of a widow needing your protection?” Sam grins. “Aw, are we getting old?”

“Watch your tongue,” Bucky points his gloved index finger at Sam. “I didn’t say that I’m scared. I just don’t trust a criminal’s wife.”

“Who’s that?” You size the new arriver up. “Another loser not knowing how to handle a gun?” You sneer as the agent tries to find another lie. “What? Do you want to tell me that this one will protect me and my husband better than the last agents?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N, this is James Buchanan Barnes,” the agent stammers, as if you should know the name. “He’ll protect you at all costs.”

“Oh, yeah? Like the other ones protecting us before?” You cock your head and raise your hand to stop the agent from talking. “Did you forget that you got my husband and his brother killed?”

“He got killed because he did business with the wrong people,” Bucky sneers. “You made your bed, now sleep in it. I’m not here on free terms. No one wants to protect the likes of you.”

You grit your teeth and glare at the newly arrived asshole. “Do you think I care? One of your so-called fine people ratted my husband and me out for some hard cash. So, you are no better than me. At least I didn’t kill people for money.”

“I see you will get along very well,” Sam pats his friend’s shoulder. “Just remember, don’t kill her. She’s the last witness alive. If she dies, they will all get away with their crimes.”

“I should leave you to your misery. Why should I care about their crimes?” You pucker your lips. “You got my Ransom killed! He only tried to make more money than his fucked-up family. He never harmed anyone with his transactions! When he found out about their crimes, he did the right thing!”

For a moment, you let your mask slip, and the grief shows. Bucky blinks, but the sadness in your y/e/c orbs is gone, and he’s not sure it happened.

"Just shut up princess and we will get along very well..."

Part 1

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spookiekewchie · 3 years

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never let me go...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader

Summary: He’s wanted you since the first day he met you, he only needed to bide his time and play things smart to have you right where he wants you.

Word Count: 4.5k+ (it got away from me rip)

Warnings: manipulation, dubcon due to manipulation, controlling behavior, possessiveness, criminal bucky (killer, stalker, home invader), also beefy bucky because oof, cheating (reader has a boyfriend), nicknames (daddy, bunny), somnophilia, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), loss of virginity (reader isn’t innocent though), crying kink (blink and you’ll miss it), a lil overstimulation, mild pain play, scratching, a lil bit of choking, squirting.

A/N: My second entry for @ambrosiase‘s hotel indigo challenge. Again I hope I fulfilled the prompt I chose okay and that you enjoy. This is a dark plot (soft dark but still dark) please be mindful of the warnings. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. If there’s any errors or typos my bad, I gave it a look over before posting but I probably missed something knowing me. Moodboard made by me, and the divider is by @firefly-graphics

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prompt: darkest desires/criminal with Bucky Barnes

You’d heard about the recent string of break ins that were sweeping the city. So far there’d been five in this month alone and it seemed that they got closer and closer to your side of town. You’d been so worried that your building would be next, but your neighbor had assured you that it was unlikely. You’d believed him, trusting Bucky probably a little more than you should have and letting the man soothe your worries with calming words.

If only that had been true.

You saw the flashing lights as you stepped off the bus, a line of cop cars in front of your building as cops tried to keep people from going inside that didn’t belong there. “I live here, please I-this is my building.” You insisted when one of the officers blocked your entry.

“What’s your name Miss?” One of them asked, and after you’d given it they said something into their walkies. A second later a staticky voice replied for them to let you up. You didn’t wait for the elevator, taking the stairs as fast you could until you were huffing and puffing when you reached your front door. Your stomach dropped, despair and defeat taking up residence in your mind when you saw the officers and detectives at your front door as others milled around inside surveying the damage and looking to collect evidence.

Your attempt to enter was barred, your home was an active crime scene, and you were being told that you'd need to find other arrangements for the night. You were seconds away from trying to push your way into your apartment when a strong arm pulled you back. The familiar scent of Bucky's soap mixed with notes of leather had some sort of calming effect on you, just enough that you didn't protest when he pulled you into his apartment and urged you to let the detectives do their job.

"You got anyone you can call? Family, friends, that little shit boyfriend of yours?" He didn't miss the way you tensed at the mention of your boyfriend. Bryce was the last person you wanted to call, even if he was the only one currently in town that could give you a place to stay for a night or two. You knew it’d come with a price, and it wasn’t one you wanted to pay at the moment just to have somewhere to lay your head. You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way his jaw set and the sound of the metal plates of his arm shifting a whirring as he clenched his prosthetic hand into a tight fist.

“My sister’s out of town, parents are on a cruise, and my best friend just had a kid so I really don’t want to bring my stress to her door step.” You hesitated, not able to look Bucky in the eyes as you trailed off for a moment. “Bryce...he doesn’t do favors, not even for his girlfriend.” You said the word as if it were a joke, lately you didn’t feel like you were anything but a challenge for Bryce to try and conquer. The signs had been there, but you’d been too caught up in having his attention to notice that he only really started paying attention to you when he’d found out that you were a virgin.

He thought it was a joke at first, how could you be well into your twenties and still a virgin? It was something that he wanted to change, and it had only taken him a month and a half to start applying the pressure on you. Of course Bucky knew, he knew so much more than you thought. Bucky knew everything. The day you’d met him he’d been intrigued, you had caught a glimpse of his vibranium arm and instead of recoiling in fear or disgust you made a joke about how black goes with everything. That had made him laugh, and he hadn’t missed the warm smile that his laughter had brought to your lips.

That one interaction had lit the flame, and no less than a week later he had pulled more than a few strings to clone your cell phone so he could monitor your conversations. That was how he found out that you were a virgin. It had been some conversation with your sister giving you a hard time about it only to tell you that she understood. You had trust issues, and you wanted to wait for someone that you knew you could trust before you took things that far. He thought it was sweet, and he wanted so badly to be that person for you so he started integrating himself into your life. Little things like coming over to fix things that the building super dragged his feet on repairing. Chasing off a few bad dates when they wouldn’t take a hint and leave on their own. He’d even been a shoulder to cry on for you when dates began cancelling on you one after the other. You didn’t know that Bucky had been permanently getting rid of any potential suitors to keep you single and available until he finally decided that you were in a vulnerable enough state to let him be the one for you.

What he hadn’t expected was for someone like Bryce Langley to come around, a rich little bastard like that would take more work to disappear, and in the meantime he’d managed to worm his way into your life. Bucky had one of the agents at SHIELD look into the bastard, and what they came back with only made him more determined to get the little weasel out of your life. It was easier said than done, you were smitten at first. So Bucky had to resort to breaking in one day while you were at work and placing surveillance cameras around your apartment. They were to keep you safe, that was what he had told himself, but your safety was the furthest thing from his mind when he watched you touch yourself on some nights. Those nights the only thoughts in Bucky’s mind were thoughts of what you’d sound like when it was him that was pulling those sounds from your sweet mouth. God he had such plans for you, and you’d be so good and perfect for him once he had you. Seeing your reluctance to call the one man who should have been able to take care of you at this moment made his work all the more easier.

He was suddenly so glad that he had pushed past his guilt of potentially traumatizing you by staging a break in of your apartment. He knew how afraid you’d been that someone could target your building next, and with his skills it had taken him little to no effort to sneak in silently while you were away. He trashed the place, taking a few items to make the home invasion seem as real as possible. Once he’d collected his hidden surveillance cameras he slipped out of the building making sure to avoid any cameras so he could say that he’d found your place vandalized, and have that corroborated when the cameras at the front of the building caught him walking back and entering the building seemingly for the first time since he’d left hours before.

Now there you were, vulnerable, needing someone, and feeling as if you had no one. Well you had him, and Bucky would make sure of it. “You could stay here.” He offered, already knowing you’d never go for that. You didn’t want to intrude, and foolishly you thought spending a night in Bucky’s apartment would be too much temptation.

Before you could even start with the many reasons why you couldn’t intrude on Bucky’s space like that he held his hands up in surrender. “Okay fine, if you won’t stay here then I’ll get you a hotel room.” That hardly seemed better in your opinion, and you didn’t want him spending money on you when he had no obligations to.

“Bucky seriously it’s fine I’ll figure somethin—”

“That’s enough of that, bunny.” He cut you off, breaking out his favorite little nickname for you despite his voice sounding firmer than you ever remembered hearing. It made your stomach flip with nerves as you squirmed under the intense blue of his gaze like a child caught misbehaving. He liked that, liked how obedient you could be but before the thought could morph into something more lewd he pushed it away. “You’ve been through a lot tonight, so I’m going to take you to a hotel you’re going to stay there for a weekend, and I’ll take care of your place so when you get back it’s not a mess.” You wanted to protest, to say that was too much but he gave you a look that struck you silent. “Trust me, bunny. Let me take care of you.” The sincerity in his tone made a lump form in your throat and you just nodded, not trusting your voice.

Bucky said nothing else, nodding once before disappearing into his bedroom and after a few agonizing moments of leaving you sitting there on his sofa to think about why you’d let him talk you into this so easily he returned. “What’s that?” You questioned, eyeing the small duffel bag he carried with him as he approached.

“Spare toothbrush, unused don’t worry. A couple of my shirts so you can have something to sleep in. Just the basics I promise. Now let’s go get you settled so you can relax.” You still wanted to protest but you were too tired, emotionally exhausted and it took everything in your power not to say say anything to the officers still searching around your apartment when you let Bucky lead you out of the building.

The hotel he brought you to was a modest looking one, Hotel Indigo, a place with fair rates and up to date décor and furnishings. It took Bucky all of ten minutes to get you a room and leading you to it he let you look around as he hung back by the door. “How about you shower, try to relax, and I’ll go get you something to eat?” You just nodded at the suggestion, feeling too overwhelmed to make any real decision for yourself at the moment. Bucky left then, giving you some time alone to grab one of the shirts he’d packed for you before you disappeared inside the bathroom. It wasn’t until you were in the shower that you finally let yourself cry. Why you? Why did you have to be the target of such careless vandalism? You’d never had the best of luck, but you never thought it was so bad that you would ever find yourself in this situation. You huffed out a frustrated sigh, forcing yourself to stop crying and pull yourself together before you finally exited the shower and dried yourself off. Grabbing the shirt you slipped it on, the smell of Bucky all over it as the fabric enveloped you and concealed the curves of your body under the large shirt. Something about it made your stomach flip, the physical proof of just how much bigger than you Bucky was making your thoughts stray for a moment.

Stop it. You have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that only wants you because you’re a conquest. Stop it.

The temporary war in your mind was silenced the second you stepped out of the hotel bathroom and caught sight of Bucky reentering the room with a large box of pizza and a couple of sodas. You smiled, despite the stress you were under and climbed into the bed, missing the way Bucky’s gaze hungrily swept over you as the scent of you mixed with his own wafted towards him. He swallowed thickly, watching the expanse of your thigh come into view when you reached for the remote so that you could put on one of the movie channels and let it play in the background. Fuck. He was trying to pace himself, not wanting to push for too much too fast, but you were so close and all he wanted was to finally have you.

“I’ll just leave you to it then, call me if you need anything.” He muttered, not moving from the side of the bed where he had walked so that he could set the box of pizza down. He clearly didn’t want to leave, and the somewhat panicked look you shot him told him that you didn’t want him to go. “Or I could stay for a while if you want.” He offered, heart swelling with hope.

“Please? Just until I fall asleep...don’t really wanna be alone just yet.” You admitted, opening the pizza box to grab a slice. You hated being so vulnerable, but Bucky seemed to have no problem with how needy you were feeling. It just made you feel guilty, he wasn’t your boyfriend, and you shouldn’t be using him like this. Your mind reminded you of Bryce yet again, the guilt pushing you to grab your cell phone with your free hand and send a quick text off to Bryce to tell him that you wouldn’t be home for the next couple days due to the break in. You included the hotel name and room number just in case he cared enough to bother with checking in on you.

Somehow you doubted that he would.

That was the last you thought of Bryce before you eventually fell asleep against Bucky’s chest. Your mind taking a course all its own as your dreams had you gripping against his body in your sleep as you whimpered and moaned out his name. Arousal slick between your thighs that you weren’t even aware of, but God could he smell it. That sweet honey between your thighs was calling to him, it was for him, and that was what made him finally break.

Before he could think to stop himself he’d gently laid you back against the hotel room bed, the sight of you laying there in nothing but his shirt only making his cock stiffen under the black jeans he wore. He eased himself lower, steel blue gaze keeping a watch for any sign that he’d woken you while he ever so gently pushed your thighs apart and bunched his shirt on you up around your waist. The scent of your arousal hit him in full force then, leaving his mouth watering for just a taste of you as he lowered his face between your spread thighs to drag a slow stripe against your folds.

The taste of you nearly caused him to groan, but he stifled the sound not wanting to wake you too soon. He dragged another stripe against your slick sex, cock twitching at the mewl of pleasure that it drew out of your sleeping form. Just a taste wasn’t enough, the taste of you was quickly making him ravenous and with his flesh hand he spread your soft folds and let himself indulge. His tongue stroked and swirled over the most intimate parts of you, bringing you pleasure that you thought was nothing but a dream. Your body knew better though, shifting against the man’s mouth when his tongue pressed into your virgin hole.

“Mmmm...Bucky….” His name rolled off of your tongue sinfully, and it had him throbbing in his jeans until he was rutting against the mattress in search for some relief. His tongue fucked into you, slowly, carefully, savoring everything you gave him as he let the fleshy muscle curl inside you and explore your fluttering walls. His nose nudged against your clit, the jolt of pleasure it sent shooting through you making you whine tiredly as your hips rocked against his face. He should stop now, he knew he should, but you were too addicting, too sweet, too good...just the taste of you was overriding every bit of restraint that he had and Bucky wanted nothing more than to bring you to the brink and send you toppling over it just so he could taste you creaming against his tongue.

That desire kept him there between your thighs, tongue working in and out of you as you whimpered and whined for him in your sleep until you were finally falling apart on his tongue. It jolted you awake, chest heaving as you looked around wildly and tried to make sense of it all before your wild and worried gaze finally landed on the man between your thighs.

“B-bucky!?” You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry, you felt good but you hadn’t expected this. Not from him, not from the man you were sure saw you as nothing but a friend.

“Shh, hey! Hey it’s okay, bunny.” He murmured, coming up from between your legs to press you back into the mattress of the hotel bed. “I know, I know...you’re confused. That’s okay, I understand...it’s,” he paused with a sigh as he ran his nose against your jaw, and you could feel the slick from your cunt smearing against your skin. “It’s not how I planned it, I just couldn’t help myself when I heard you moaning my name in your sleep. You were dreamin’ bout me, holdin me so tight like you needed me.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to your lips that your body returned all on its own. You had been dreaming about him, you couldn’t deny that...but still this was a shock. “Could smell ya too...so fuckin’ sweet, God, bunny you don’t know how long I’ve dreamt ‘bout tastin’ you.” He confessed, and you nervously licked your lips, tasting yourself against them as you whimpered when the cool metal of his left hand was felt against your inner thigh.

“Bucky, I-I can’t! I have a boyfriend.” You protested weakly, and for a moment his gaze hardened.

“A boyfriend you don’t even trust to help you when you need him most.” He countered, and you let your gaze drop to his chest out of shame because that was true. There was a reason you were here with Bucky and not with Bryce. “He doesn’t know how to take care of someone as special as you, bunny. I’m always the one you come to first, I take care of you.” You don’t reply to that, and suddenly his hand was gone from your thigh and was gripping your chin as he forced you to meet his gaze.

“I take care of you, don’t I?”

You nodded, Bucky was always there. Always helping and protecting you, and never asking anything in return.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, but Bry—” He cut you off with a searing kiss that left you breathless and trembling under him.

“I just want to take care of you, bunny. ‘s’all I ever wanted since I met you. Let me take care of you...” He almost sounded desperate, almost needy, and you had to wonder if he would stop if you asked him. You wouldn’t find out, your mouth opening and answering before your brain could catch up.

“Okay, Bucky.” Your voice was a meek little whisper, but he heard it all the same and those metal digits were between your legs in an instant. You whined again, hips shifting against the cool metal as they pressed between your folds and he teased a single finger inside you carefully.

“Gotta stretch you out first, ‘s so tight. Don’t wanna hurt you, sweet girl.” He cooed as his thumb settled against your throbbing clit. The contrast of the cool metal against your burning flesh only heightened the sensation and it was all you could do to grip onto Bucky’s arm as your fingers tried to find purchase against the metal prosthetic.

Bryce had never made you feel this good, his fingers weren’t nearly as skilled and he never bothered to go down on you. All he ever tried to do was try to get you off as quickly as he could so he could attempt to guilt you into letting him be the first to fuck you.

But Bucky was taking his time, easing you open on his fingers and taking you apart almost methodically. With one finger carefully curled and pumping into your tight channel he was already working a second orgasm out of your sensitive little cunt. It only took the gentlest of strums against your clit from his thumb before you were clenching around that single digit, and Bucky took the moment to slide a second into you just at that moment. It had you gasping, body jumping away from his insistent fingers as they continued to work themselves in and out of you as you squirmed against the mattress.

Two orgasms in and Bucky seemed to want to push you to a third. It felt good at first, but now it was starting to feel like too much. You’d always stopped at one when touching yourself, and with Bryce one wasn’t even always guaranteed. The third orgasm wasn’t far off, and Bucky coaxed you through it with sweet kisses against your throat before he finally gave in to the urge to leave his mark against your skin. You didn’t even realize that he’d done it, too caught up in the moment of mindless pleasure to even care about the dark mark he’d sucked and bit into your flesh. You could only whine in protest when his fingers slid out of your quivering hole, the sudden feeling of being empty making you feel needy.

Bucky only shushed you, quickly working himself out of his clothes before slotting his thick body between your thighs. You tensed then, reluctantly letting him hold your thighs apart when you tried to close them and scoot up the bed. “I-I’ve never…”

“It’s okay, I know.” He admitted, and it left you wondering if you’d ever confessed that to him before. He kissed you again, pressed you into the stiff mattress until you were pliant under him and you could feel the swollen and blunt head of his leaking cock as it ran through your folds. He let your juices and cream coat his length, his hands sliding under his shirt that you still wore. “Just relax.” He urged, prodding against your entrance carefully. “Be my good girl, and let me in.” He muttered against your lips, and something in you flipped. You wanted to be his good girl, you wanted to show him just how much you did want him and trust him. You could give him this, not because he deserved it or earned it with good behavior, but because you didn’t want anyone else to have this moment but him. If you had known the truth of how he’d gotten you to this point you might have thought twice about that. You didn’t though, and so you nodded, silently urging him on. Bucky grinned, finally pushing into you and making you gasp and cling to him. His fingers hardly compared to the feeling of his thick cock claiming you for the first time, and the pain brought stinging tears to your eyes as you peered up at him.

He groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him, and the sight of your tears made his cock throb inside you. He took his time at first, slow thrusts that had you taking more and more of him inch by inch until he felt impossibly deep inside you. The pain slowly blended into pleasure and before you knew it your whimpers of discomfort had twisted into little pleas for more as your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. Bucky’s thrusts grew harder then, drawing a loud cry of pleasure out of you that had the person in the next room over banging on the wall for you two to shut up. You ignored it, feeling too good wrapped around Bucky’s cock to care who heard you or what complaints they had. You were too busy begging him for more, a chant of “Fuck me, daddy.” and “Harder! Please, more!” on your lips.

Bucky swore he’d never heard a more beautiful sound, and hearing you call him daddy was nearly his undoing. His thumb found your clit, drawing quick circles against it as he pushed you over the edge again. The tight squeeze of your walls around him as they convulsed and pulled him deeper making his head fall back with a loud groan. “Fuck! Bunny, you’re a goddamn dream.” He praised, voice a low gravelly husk against your ear as he continued to rut into you while your nails dragged down his back hard enough that you were sure you’d broken the skin. Bucky hardly cared, he’d be healed by the time morning came, and the pain only added a certain edge to his pleasure that had him bucking his hips harder into you.

“My fucking dream.” He growled out, causing you to reply in a desperate moan as he all but fucked you into the mattress. Bucky reared back then, vibranium hand lazily curling around your throat and simply resting there like a promise. “You’re mine,” He asserted, and you mewled in agreement, too lost to the pleasure to even consider denying him. “I’m your first, gonna be your last.” He added just the smallest bit of pressure against your throat then, and you clenched around him in response so hard that for a second he lost his rhythm. “Shit...you’re such a good girl.” He muttered, taking a moment to regain his sense of control before spilled sooner than he wanted.

In the back of your mind you could hear that bothersome voice trying to remind you of Bryce, but he didn’t matter. Not now, he was the last person you wanted to think about. “When you wake up in the morning you’re gonna call that little bastard and break it off with him.” It was an order, there was no mistaking it and when you hesitated to reply whether it be from the overwhelming pleasure of Bucky’s cock fucking the thoughts from your mind and his thumb still circling against your clit, or because he thought you were still trying to hold on to your relationship with Bryce, Bucky’s grip tightened further.

“You’re gonna break it off with him, or ‘m gonna take care of him just like I did with all the rest.”

Your eyes flew open at that, mouth opening to try and demand he elaborate only for that to be the moment that a mind shattering orgasm hit. All that left you was a wordless cry, body arching up from the bed as you gushed around Bucky’s cock and fell back trembling. He gave in to his own pleasure then, unable to hold off any longer and with a loud shout he surged forward and let his spend paint your walls while he fucked you through his orgasm until he was sure your body had squeezed every last drop from him.

Bucky collapsed beside you, gathering you up in his arms so that he could hold you close and bask in the post sex high that settled around you two.

You were too far gone to think about the threat and confession he’d made, not wanting to deal with the implications of it just yet. For the moment you just wanted to be there, mind empty and body blissfully exhausted.

“Never letting you go, bunny. I mean it, you’re mine.”

It was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep...and the first thing you heard was knocking at the hotel room door.

And the sound of Bryce on the other side demanding that you let him in.

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