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kinanabinks · 8 months
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marital bliss
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Months have passed since the wedding and you're settling into your new life as the Queen of New York.
Content Warning: Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader, mature themes, mention of pregnancy, smut, shower sex, fluff. Post wedding!
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"What about eggs? Can you have eggs?"
"As long as they're cooked," Banita replies as she scans over the menu. "I'm just gonna play it safe and get some pasta."
You look up from the menu and glance at her slightly round belly. "I can't live in suspense, B," You say, shaking your head. "When are you gonna tell me who the father is?"
She snorts, raising a brow. "Once I figure out who the father is," She jokes before looking back down at the menu.
"Oh, come on, there can't be that many potentials," You say with narrow eyes. "You're what, four months gone? So, it happened around the same time as my wedding?"
"Maybe," She chirps with a shrug, before sitting up. "Speaking of the wedding, how is it? Isn't it so weird being married to Bucky after being best friends for so long?"
"Not really," You answer truthfully as a smile grows on your face. "Things are pretty much the same, only with more sex. And more arguments."
"Oh, yeah?" She asks, frowning. "Are they bad?"
"Mostly, we fight about what we're gonna eat for dinner, so I can't complain," You tell her with a laugh. "I could never make him really mad, and he's too sweet to me for me to truly get upset about anything, you know?"
Banita raises a brow. "Sweet ain't exactly the word I'd use to describe Barnes," She admits with a mumble.
"You know what I mean. Bastard to the world, softie to me," You say proudly. "He's true to his word. He prioritises me, doesn't keep any secrets from me, and the sex is fucking mind-blowing."
"Must be nice," She comments with a smile. "I am so, so happy for you. And a little happy for Barnes too, I guess."
You give her a sly look, reaching out to rest your hand on hers. "You could be happy in love too, if you invited Mr. Baby Daddy into the picture."
She pulls her hand back and rolls her eyes. "I told you, I don't know-"
"Don't give me that bullshit," You say lowly. "You were in Romania the week before my wedding, and you were with your family in the Hills the week after. I'm guessing it was someone in that time frame, and I highly doubt your overbearing father let you out of his sight when you were with him. So-"
"I'm not doing this," She cuts you off. "Why don't we talk about you, hmm? When are you gonna have babies?"
Taken aback by her question, you let out a dry laugh. "Uh, never?"
She leans forward, her eyes trained on yours. "Does Bucky know you feel that way?" She wonders curiously.
"I'm sure he does," You mutter, feeling slightly doubtful all of a sudden.
"Yeah, maybe that's something you oughta talk about," She says with a wince.
"Yeah," You mumble, before sitting up and giving her an excited grin. "Anyway - we have a baby shower to plan!"
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Bucky picks up the glass of whiskey, his silver wedding band clinking against it before he takes a long sip. Once he's swallowed the dark liquor, he raises a brow. "Not bad. It's earned you a couple more minutes," He says, glaring at the man opposite him. "Make it quick."
"Think of it as a wedding gift. I heard you finally locked Y/N down," Steve says with a sly grin. "Congratulations, Barnes. You did well. She's... scrumptious."
"One more word about my wife and I'll cut your tongue out, Rogers," Bucky warns him gravely.
With a cocky chuckle, Steve sits up. "I assure you, Barney, you'll wanna keep my tongue intact," He states confidently. "I have some very interesting information for you."
Letting out a grumble, Bucky clenches his jaw. "What could you possibly know that would be of any value to me?" He asks gruffly.
Steve tilts his head and smirks. "How about the name of the guy that caused your mother's death?"
The tension tightens between them as Bucky sits back, slightly confused. "I killed Rumlow six years ago," He reminds him curtly as his fingers twitch with the memory of Rumlow's warm blood.
"You sure did. And my, what a bloodbath that was," Steve reminisces warmly, before his face drops. "But, you didn't kill the man who ordered her death. The man who told Rumlow where she'd be that night. The man who helped him take down her security detail and left her vulnerable."
Bucky feels his heart begin to race as a panic sets in. The image of his mother flashes in his mind, the lack of light in her eyes, her blood-soaked dress. He takes a few deep breaths and remembers his hypnotherapist's tips, closing his eyes and calming himself down. He wraps his hand around the arm of his chair, grounding himself in reality. In the present.
Once his heartbeat has stabled and he can breathe normally again, he reopens his eyes and clears his throat. Meeting Steve's eyes, he simply questions, "How much do you want?"
The blond's eyes fill with delight as all the power is handed to him. Sitting back, Steve gives him a small smile. "It's not money that I want, Barney," He reveals cryptically.
Just then, the door to the office opens and you walk in, making Bucky relax a little more. He holds his hand out to you, silently begging you to take it. "Fairy," He murmurs under his breath to nobody in particular.
"Hi, baby," You greet him sweetly, stealing a glance at Steve before sitting on Bucky's lap and linking your fingers with his. "Who's this?"
Steve's cocky smirk drops at your question. "It- it's me, Y/N. Steve," He says.
Playing dumb, you tilt your head. "Steve who?" You ask, making Bucky's lips curl up.
"Rogers," Steve clarifies, baffled. "You know, I own the club? We've met, multiple times. We even-"
"Oh! That Steve!" You cut him off loudly before turning to Bucky and giving him a soft kiss. "Anyway, baby, dinner's here. Peter made sarmale."
Bucky raises a brow. "He did?" He asks with a scoff.
"He developed a love for Romanian food while we were there," You explain. "So, finish up your little meeting and come to the dining room."
"Yes, ma'am," He obeys, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently before looking over at Steve. "We'll continue this another day, Rogers."
With a sigh, Steve stands up and gives him a nod. "Call me when you're ready to talk," He says before looking at you. "Y/N. Always a pleasure."
"It was nice to meet you, too," You say innocently, giving him a sweet smile as he narrows his eyes and walks out. Once Steve's gone, you turn to Bucky and wrap your arms around his shoulders. "Why was he here?"
Rubbing his face, he sighs. "He's claiming to have some valuable information for me. I'll drop by the club next week to see if he's bluffing," He explains, to which you nod.
"Hey, Jamie?" You begin, sitting up.
"Yes, fairy?" He replies, nuzzling his cheek against the back of your hand.
"D'you want kids?" You ask him, gently running your fingers down his chest.
He looks surprised by your question as his eyes widen for a second. "Where'd that come from, huh?" He wonders aloud. "Did I get a little too intense with the breeding kink last night?"
Shrugging, you pull on one of the buttons on his shirt. "I dunno. Banita brought it up, and I realized we haven't discussed it," You tell him.
"We've spoken about it before," He reminds you. "We know where we stand."
"But now we're married," You emphasize. "Maybe your desires have changed now that you have a wife."
"Have yours?" He questions you, pulling you closer. "Does having a husband make you want kids?"
"No," You answer truthfully. "Not in the slightest."
"Well, unless that changes, I'm more than happy with my world revolving around you and nothing but you," He says, cupping your cheek in his hand. "I love you, Mrs. Barnes. I don't need anything else."
"I love you, Mr. Barnes," You reply with a smile, utterly content. "Now, let's go eat some sarmale."
Surprisingly, Peter hasn't completely butchered the recipe, and even Bucky's impressed.
"So, why the sudden interest in Romanian food?" Bucky asks Peter as the group of you stand around the kitchen island, eating.
Peter shrugs, his cheeks tinging pink. "No particular reason. I just liked it, and so I wanted to be able to have it here, too," He answers timidly.
Sam raises a brow. "There are plenty of Romanian restaurants in the city," He reminds the brunet.
Nervously, Peter busies himself with opening up a water bottle. "Yeah, but it doesn't taste the same," He claims lowly.
"Those places are run by actual Romanians," Bucky points out with an unimpressed look. "You think you can do better than them? These sarmale are good, but not that good."
Laughing softly, you nudge Bucky's arm. "There's obviously a girl he's trying to impress," You say, before shooting Peter a wink. "Met someone at the wedding?"
"It wasn't one of my cousins, was it?" Bucky asks him with a glare.
Gulping, Peter shakes his head. "N- no, Sir. It wasn't one of your cousin sisters," He replies, choosing his words carefully.
"Ah, so there is a girl," Sam teases through a grin.
"I just really like sarmale, okay?" Peter bursts with bright red cheeks.
While the two of them spat, Bucky lowers his voice and moves closer to you. "How was Banita earlier?" He asks. "All good?"
"Yeah, she's doing great," You reply with a smile. "Still a little morning sickness, but not as intense."
Your words catch Sam's attention. "Morning sickness?" He repeats with a frown.
"Yeah, she just entered the second trimester, so it isn't as bad as it was before," You tell him while feeding Bucky another bite.
Sam's lips part and his eyes widen. "Banita's pregnant?" He asks, his concern confusing you seeing as he's never asked about her before or even met her that many times.
"Mhm. Four months," You tell him, to which he nods.
"Oh," He says, before clearing his throat. "And, uh, it's been how long since the wedding, again?"
"Four months," Bucky answers with a grin. "Fairy and I have a theory that she slept with someone that night, but she isn't telling us."
"She claims to not know who the father is, but I know she's lying," You say, shaking your head. "I know her. She doesn't sleep around a lot."
Sam swallows thickly, suddenly unable to meet your eyes. "Right," He mumbles, looking down at the counter. "Right."
After finishing up with dinner, you and Bucky bid good night to Peter and Sam before making your way up to your bedroom. It feels much more homely than the place Bucky lived in before you were married, and it felt right to start somewhere new to signify the new beginning in your relationship.
You stand in front of the full-length mirror and start to take off your jewellery, keeping on your ring and diamond studs. Bucky moves closer behind you, resting his hands on your hips while pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. His eyes flicker up to meet yours in the mirror, the two of you immediately smiling. He slowly pulls down the zipper on the back of your dress, keeping his eyes on yours while helping you remove it.
"Join me?" You ask lowly, leaning your head back to rest it on his chest.
He presses kisses up your neck, making you shiver. "Don't have to ask me twice, fairy."
You start the shower off while he undresses. By the time he enters the en suite, it's warm with steam. You're standing under the water, letting it soak into your hair, and Bucky doesn't think he's ever seen a more beautiful sight.
"Still can't believe you're all mine," Bucky mumbles, mostly to himself as he walks closer. "All mine, forever."
You turn to him with a smile and reach your hand out. "I always have been," You tell him as he joins you in the walk-in shower.
He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body closer to his. You bite your lip when you feel his thick shaft pressing against your stomach, already hard. There isn't a single word that needs to be said. No question, no answer. Bucky simply has to give you a look that tells you he needs you on a carnal level, and all you have to do in return is give him that coy smile he loves seeing. The smile that tells him you want him just as bad, if not more.
The cold wall is hardly paid any mind when he pushes you against it, kissing you. As the water rains over you both, Bucky lifts up your right leg and wraps it around his hip. His fingers brush against your wet folds, then your clit, as though he still needs to check you're wet enough. You're always wet enough. His cock is welcomed in with no resistance, encapsulated within your spongy walls as he buries himself deep inside you.
There was a time, just after you returned from your honeymoon, that you felt a fear. A fear that he'd get bored. Bucky hadn't so much as held down a girlfriend for longer than two weeks, and suddenly he was married to you. What if he got bored? What if the constraints of monogamy became irritating - or worse, what if he saw them as a challenge? Ever since you met Bucky, you were exposed to the kind of men he works with. Men with similar jobs and mindsets as him. Not a single one of them remained faithful to their wives, so were you a fool for thinking Bucky would be different? For thinking you were special enough to have his loyalty?
But there's a look you've learnt that he gives you. A look he gives you every time he sinks into you for the first time. It starts in his eyes, then his eyebrows flicker upwards, his lips part, and his nostrils slightly flare for a split second. It's a look no man has ever given you before. It's a look that says, I never want to lose you. I never want to be like this with anyone else. You're safe with me.
You and Bucky have known each other too long to need words anymore.
"Oh fuck, fairy, your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me like that."
Words are still nice, though.
"Don't stop," You breathe out, digging your nails into his back. "Please, don't you ever stop."
He finds the perfect rhythm quickly, as always. The perfect beat for the song of your pleasure. You sing along while he conducts, constantly in awe of each other.
His lips are at your ear, his beard scruffy against your skin. He whispers, groans, sighs, praises your existence while railing you like there's no tomorrow. "My beautiful girl," Bucky utters, stroking your cheek with his thumb. His hand slowly travels down to your neck which he gently wraps it around, slightly squeezing the sides.
"Oh, Jamie," You cry loudly, wondering what you ever did to deserve this. To deserve him. You must've been a saint in your past life.
As the end begins, Bucky pulls his head back so he can look you in the eyes. So he can watch as you come undone, because that's his favorite view in the entire world. The sight of you, mouth open in a silent gasp, eyebrows raised, pupils blown, while you cum for him, is worth more than anything else. His fingers rub your clit, his other hand finds your nipple, because he wants this one to be big. He wants you to be shaking, screaming his name, unable to think straight for at least a half hour afterwards.
The end is always a blur for you. You remember clearly how it feels, but once he sends you flying through ecstasy, you're gone. Your mind is empty, legs like jelly, and you're not sure if you're making any noise or not. Bucky's final grunts are barely audible, and you cling tightly to him as he brings you both to climax. It feels endless, like constant jolts to your core as wave after wave of pleasure overtake you.
It isn't until you're laying in bed that you regain full consciousness. There's a dull soreness between your legs, but it's a feeling you never want to be without. Proof that you're his. That he's yours.
"Good day?" He asks you with a whisper, testing the waters of your sensitivity. It's possible you're not ready to talk, or that you're still not fully capable of forming coherent speech, or that you simply don't want to. There have been times that, even thirty minutes after the act is over, you've burst into tears. So he whispers, and he gently kisses your forehead, but he makes sure not to overwhelm your senses much more than that.
You turn your head so your eyes can meet his. Your lips curl up into a smile and you reach out, wordlessly telling him you're ready for him to almost crush you in his tight grip. "Good day," You whisper back.
He pulls you closer and his arms are around you, holding you close to his body. Bucky rests his forehead against yours for a few blissful moments, wondering what he ever did to deserve you. He kisses your lips softly, both of you slowly blinking as exhaustion threatens to take over. No more words are spoken between you before you both fall asleep, but there's no need for them. Not when all the important things have already been understood.
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navybrat817 · 2 months
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Dark and Light
Pairing: Winter Soldier x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You learn the real reason why Hydra wants to keep you.
Word Count: Over 2.65k
Warnings: Threat of dubcon/noncon, minor character death, violence, canon divergent, captivity, brainwashing, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: It's been almost 3 years since the last part of Soldat and Sparrow. Are you lovelies still interested? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @silkholland . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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The cell they kept you in this time was larger than your last. It didn't make it any less uncomfortable. The thick gray walls surrounding you made the room suffocatingly quiet and hollow. You only knew the color thanks to the singular lightbulb in the center of the ceiling, too high for you to try and make a weapon out of the glass. Without windows, you didn't know it was dark or light outside.
There was no escape, but you couldn't give up hope.
It was maddening not knowing the time of day as you played the waiting game on the worn mattress in between meals and sleeping. The screams of your lover played on a morbid loop in your mind and you had to will yourself to not let tears surface. Other than temporary relief for your emotions and aching heart, crying would do you no good. It never did.
What you needed to do was focus.
The man on the bridge.
He triggered something inside of the Winter Soldier. Something Hydra wanted to keep locked away. But what was it?
Bucky. He called him Bucky. He knew him. But how?
Two hard knocks on the door pushed the thought away before it swung open. Narrowing your eyes as Brock walked in, you wondered if he could’ve been a good man in another life and fought for the people who needed it most the way he pretended to. This wasn’t that life though. He chose his side.
The wrong side.
“You know, I don’t get it,” he said, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway. He didn’t hide the lust from his eyes as he looked you over. “I mean, the Asset does his job well, but it’s like he forgets all about being a soldier when he’s deep in your pussy.”
“What can I say? I guess my pussy’s just that good,” you sneered, not in the mood for his taunts or anything else.
“Is that right? Maybe he should fuck your ass next to get the stick out of it,” he snapped back. “Or are you too stuck up for that?”
Pierce had a range of prostitutes lined up to satisfy his soldiers, but Brock didn’t hide how pissed off he was that you were “given” to the Asset after that fateful training day. He claimed it was special treatment. He dropped the issue almost as quickly as it was brought up, which led you to believe he was either reprimanded or given something to shut him up.
“Is that what bothers you, Rumlow? That I'd rather fuck him than you?” You asked, tilting your head as you regarded him. “And just so we’re clear, I’ll never want you.”
Brock clenched his fists as he took a step forward. “You really are a fucking-”
“Let her be,” a melodic voice ordered behind him, making you stiffen as he moved out of the way.
The doctor, or Doc as most called him, stepped into the room with a kind smile on his face. Unassuming in stature, you knew better from the start than to judge him by appearance. The man was a snake in the grass ready to spread his venom to unsuspecting victims.
“How are you?” He asked.
You kept your eyes on him as he moved closer, doing your best not to show any emotion. The doctor somehow made you more uncomfortable than Rumlow and that said something. “How do you think I'm doing?”
“Hmm. Not well, I'm sure.”
“You guessed correctly,” you said.
You didn’t know why he bothered asking. Maybe he thought he was better than the others because he didn't physically hurt you. If anything, his indifference to the evil around him made it worse. It told you that he either justified or accepted it.
Either way, he disgusted you.
“Don't worry. You'll have the Soldat back soon and I’m sure you'll feel all better,” he assured you.
“You wiped him,” you reminded him, your voice cracking.
His screams echoed in your mind again, your heart aching as you tried to block it out. When pain knocked on the door, it didn't wait for an answer. It broke it down and made itself at home. But in the pain Hydra inflicted, the soldier found solace with you and you found the same with him. The light for each other within the darkness.
While you failed to protect him and couldn't stop what they did to his mind, you had to believe you’d help heal his soul once you had him back.
“We did indeed as we have many times.”
You knocked his hand away as he tried to place it on your shoulder, your stomach turning from his words. “Don't touch me.”
He held his hands up in surrender as he took a step back. “I mean no harm.”
“All of you mean harm,” you whispered.
The Soldat was your only bright spot in this nightmare. Ironic that he thought you were fire, bright and warm. The truth was you burned because of him. He was your eternal fuel that made the flames grow.
“I only want what is best for you,” Doc argued, his eyes void of any emotional depth behind his rimless glasses.
“Liar,” you whispered.
An exasperated sigh left his lips. “Now, now. I really do want what’s best for you. Don't you realize how important you are?”
“I'm not important,” you said. You never were. “Pierce made it clear that I don't have a purpose.”
But if that was the case, why were you still alive?
The doctor's chuckle made your blood run cold. “That's what he wants you to think. You see, the more they cut you down and make you question your worth, the easier it becomes for you to comply. Because by that point you’re so desperate for survival you'll do what is asked of you,” he explained, pushing his glasses up. “Yet you still only comply to an extent. It’s rather fascinating.”
He stared at you like you were a bug under a magnifying glass. And wasn’t that what you were to him? An experiment or something for him to study? “I haven't complied. I won't.”
“Oh, but you have,” Brock chimed in. You almost forgot he was still in the room. “Those missions you completed. The lives you took.”
Bile rose in your throat as images of violence and blood flashed in your mind. They would haunt you for the rest of your days. “No, I didn't want to hurt anyone.”
“Of course, you didn't. It’s as I said: desperation. You did what you had to do to survive,” the false sympathy from Doc grated on your nerves. “Don't let the weight of those souls wear you down. They were meaningless. But you? Oh, you are meant for more.”
He attempted to touch you again, but his hand moved toward your stomach this time instead of your shoulder. “I said don't touch me!” you snapped, scrambling backward to put distance between the two of you. As much as you wanted to hurt him, Brock was still there and could do a lot of damage.
The doctor pressed his lips together before he smirked. “Pierce and Rumlow are right. You have a hold on him. Even with his programming and orders, it all comes back to you,” he said, your body going rigid. Where was he going with this? “And it’s you that we want to carry his child.”
Your stomach churned again, but you weren’t sure if it was more at the thought that he wanted to force a child on you or that he’d try and force your soldier to impregnate you. “Care to repeat that?”
“You’re going to carry his child. You’re going to give birth to the perfect soldier. And you’ll keep doing so,” he said slowly like you were a petulant child, standing tall and proud as your mouth fell open in horror. “You’re the perfect incubator.”
Your stomach sank as you looked between him and Brock, wishing it was a sick joke. “No, I won't.”
“You think you have a choice?” The doctor questioned nonchalantly, like he was asking what you wanted for dinner. “And do you think the Asset needs to remember exactly what you mean to him to fuck you? I guess we'll see if he does. Science versus instinct.”
The room became eerily silent as the doctor gave you his first genuine smile since he walked in. You struggled to get your bearings and process the words. That was why you were still alive. They were going to make you an incubator. Force your soldier to breed you. They would take another choice away from him. And raise your children in captivity.
In Hell on earth.
“Well, that shut the bitch up,” Brock chuckled.
Before you could think, you launched yourself from the bed. The doctor’s eyes widened as you tackled him to the ground, unable to brace himself as you landed the first blow to his face. You straddled his waist, the second hit knocking his glasses away as fury rushed through your veins like a wildfire. He didn’t try to fight you off.
You could’ve cried. Screamed. Anything to keep him from making his twisted plan a reality.
The sound of a gun cocking stopped you from hitting Doc a third time.
“I won’t kill you,” Brock said, your fist frozen in the air as you looked toward him. Your chest heaved as you stared down the barrel of the gun. “But I’ll make it hurt if you don’t get up.”
“Go ahead,” you said through clenched teeth.
The doctor coughed, but held up a hand. “No shooting,” he croaked as you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “No harming her.”
Brock’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. “She can still lie down and take a cock if-”
None of you could have foreseen the metal hand punching through the wall. Before you could blink, the hand closed around Brock’s shoulder and pulled him through, his cry of pain silenced almost immediately by the sound of a gunshot. The doctor beneath you was long forgotten as you scrambled to your feet just in time to see your soldier step into the room through the hole, his face obscured by his typical mask and goggles.
But you felt his gaze on you as he stood like a dark angel ready to avenge you.
Hope launched into your chest like a shooting star as you smiled. “Soldat,” you whispered.
He came for you. Found you. But the star that filled your heart quickly faded when he didn’t move toward you or say “Sparrow”.
The dread grew stronger when he holstered his gun and took out his signature knife.
Was this the beginning of the end?
The doctor smiled as he wiped the blood from his lap and slowly stood up. “You really think he’s here to save you? Oh, no. He just doesn’t want any competition near his breeding partner,” he taunted as your eyes stung. “Back from your assignment early, Soldat? Good. Now you can complete your mission.”
The Winter Soldier tilted his head before he took a step forward.
You remained rooted to the spot, casting your fear that he’d force himself on you aside. “Bucky,” you said, using the name you heard. His real name. A tear rolled down your cheek when he flinched and tightened his fingers around the handle. “I’m not going to fight you. Or hurt you. Do you know why?”
Another step forward, your heart pounded as you stood as still as a statue. “Why?” He asked, the word clear to you through his mask.
The tears flowed freely as he stopped in front of you and slipped his goggles off, your heart breaking when he dispassionately looked at you. “Because I’m your Sparrow. Remember? My fire burns for you and you only,” you told him and pointed to your chest. You needed him to remember. “We swore we’d be free together. Somehow.”
“Don’t listen to her. Breed her and be done with it,” the doctor ordered.
The soldier’s brows furrowed before his metal hand came up around your neck, not squeezing or bringing you any harm.
But it felt like a warning.
“You won’t hurt me,” you breathed out, placing your hand on his arm as you kept your panic at bay. “They won’t break me. And I won’t leave you,” you promised, echoing his words when he took you the first time. “I’m yours.”
No matter what they forced him to do to you, he would never be to blame.
The doctor had the gall to smack the flesh arm when he made no move to shove you down on the bed or remove your clothes. “Finish your mission. Now.”
“It’s okay,” you mouthed.
Somehow, it would be okay.
“My mission…” the soldier began mechanically, not taking his eyes off you as he plunged the knife into the doctor’s jugular. You weren’t sure you could breathe. “Is to keep my Sparrow safe.”
An intake of air caught your sob as the metal hand fell away, the doctor collapsing as he tried in vain to stop the blood from leaving his body. It was useless. And a kinder death than he deserved.
“Hail,” he gurgled, his fingers stained red. “Hydra.”
“Just shut up and die,” you snapped as your soldier ripped his mask off. “Soldat,” you said, softer, almost crying all over again.
“Sparrow,” he whispered.
There was nothing gentle or sweet in the way pressed his lips to yours, but it was warm and safe as he pulled you against you. Your arms slipped around him as you returned the kiss, your cheeks still wet from crying. For a second there, you thought you’d lost him. For once, fate decided not to be cruel to you.
It brought you back together.
“I’m sorry I couldn't get to you sooner,” he said when he allowed you a moment to breathe, quickly scanning as much of you as he could. “Did they hurt you?”
“No, I’m okay. I just thought…” you trailed off with a shake of your head. “You came back to me.”
But how?
“I’ll always find you, Sparrow,” he said, touching your cheek as your heart swelled. “Steve helped me remember a lot of things. Including you.”
“The man on the bridge? You saw him again?” You asked before an alarm sounded, the blaring force echoing in the room.
“Yes. And his friend is sending reinforcements, so we need to go,” he said over the noise, nudging the doctor’s body with the toe of his boot before he stepped on his glasses.
“Where are we going?” You asked.
Where could you go since you no longer had a home? You had so many questions, but understood that you’d have to wait for answers. Getting out of there in one piece was your priority.
“Somewhere safe,” he answered, fear flickering in his eyes for a moment. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” you promised without hesitation. And anything else you had to offer him.
The next kiss was one of gentleness, relief, and thanks. “One thing before we leave.”
“What’s that?” You asked as he took your hand.
Love and determination filled his eyes as he glanced back at you and put a gun in your other hand. “We burn it down.”
You could hardly contain the fire inside you as you smiled. “Together.”
You didn’t know what the reinforcements would do or what would await you once you got out. It didn’t matter. Your soldier found his way back to you and you would follow wherever he went. The two of you would finally leave Hydra behind.
In a pile of rubble and ash.
But you’d find out soon enough that the man on the bridge wouldn't let your soldier go either.
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𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
【Synopsis】 : What was one way to prove to your father you weren't a little innocent girl anymore? How about sleep with the enemy?
『Word count』 :  646
-> Genre: Smut, Angst
Paring: MobBoss!Bucky x MobPrincess!Reader
[Warnings] : Unprotected sex. Edging. Pussy slapping. Swearing. Mafia gang stuff. Pet names. Sir kink. Mean-ish Bucky. Big dick Bucky. Beefy Bucky.
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You couldn't help but live with only one purpose. To please Mr James Barnes. He was a ruthless killer and a lavish lover. He spent most nights at his nightclub, waiting for his next prey to satisfy himself. But when he laid eyes on you. The most beautiful and elegant little flower. He knew he needed to have you.
You were just too perfect. A young girl looking for a fresh start, so why did you stumble upon a bar filled with drunken mistakes and drugged-up nobodies? The truth is simple. You were looking for excitement. Looking for trouble.
Needing to prove to your father that you weren't an inconsequential girl anymore. You could take charge, leave a room breathless at your presence, and take what you wanted. But alas, when you crawled into James's lap. You both knew your oh-so-perfect image came crumbling down...
"P-please S-sir I, I wanna come so bad." James has held you tightly down on his bed for the past hour, edging you until your pussy was puffy and sensitive. He wanted to see the tears rolling down your face before he would let you come. And every time you were close to the edge, his cock would slip out of your soaked cunt and he'd give it a slap, making you scream so loud you were sure his bodyguards heard how pathetic you sounded for him.
Tsk. He clicked his tongue, smirking sadistically from above you. His face was mere inches from yours, but when you tried to reach for a kiss, he'd pull back, making you whimper even more. "Come on, darling. I wanna see those tears. Can't you do that for me?"
He knew you were close to tears. You just needed one more push. So he sank his thick cock back into you with a sharp snap making you gasp out, gripping the silk sheets below you.
"JAMES!"
"My, my. Look at you, my little dove. Imagine what your father would think, knowing you were so cock drunk off his enemy."
Yes, that's right, James was not only trouble but the trouble your father warned you about. If you were going to be your father's successor, his enemies would become yours but here you were letting his number one adversary fuck the living shit out of you until you were nothing but a crying, pleading mess.
"Sir please I've been a good girl, let me cum." Tears finally broke down your face making Bucky snap his hips harder into you. You could feel his balls slap against your ass, as his cock drives deeper into you.
"You feel so good, baby. So warm and tight. Fuck you swore I'd never fuck you before." His words were pure vulgarity and you loved every second of it. "Are you gonna cum now baby? Come on, make a mess on your cock. It's yours, isn't it? Just like I'm yours and you are mine."
You cried in response, feeling more tears fall, beginning to wet the bed.
"Say it, doll. Who owns you? Who owns this fucking delicious cunt of yours?" His hot breath pooled against your wet cheek, making you finally open your eyes to meet his. They were no longer the soft blue but dark, blown out with an inhuman nature mixing with lust. He was going to be the death of you—literally—. But deep down, you knew he would protect you the moment you met him. You had to pick sides and prove to not only others but yourself that you were just as capable of being in this line of work as Bucky or your father. You were just as much trouble as anyone else.
"Yours..." You spoke clearly for the first time tonight.
"I am yours..."
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I Win
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Summary: You’re practicing combat with Bucky, but he never intended to win- not in a fight, anyway.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: Smutty smut smut, dom/sub dynamics (switch!Bucky x switch!reader), reader is more explicitly female this time (reader is afab, is referred to as ma'am and princess), lowkey brat taming (don't ask me which is the brat and which is the tamer because I don't know), Bucky's got the long hair because I said so, consent is implied but not explicitly given, relationship unspecified but it's assumed that they've hooked up before, hair pulling, finger sucking, unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it), handjob, edging, scratching (Bucky receiving), Bucky and reader physically fight, blood, slight blood kink (reader licks Bucky's blood off his lip, don't do this irl it's so unsanitary), knife kink, mention of voyeurism, let me know if I missed anything!
While reading, I recommend you listen to enemies to lovers - a Spotify playlist by me!
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"You can't be tired already."
He'd been saying that for an hour. Even when you entertained him in whatever form of combat he demanded next, he threw taunt after taunt at you. Broad shoulders hunched over in a fighting stance, flesh and metal fingers wiggling in anticipation, mouth corners stretched apart in ecstatic snark.
"C'mon kid, you've gotta give me something. We just gonna dance around for another hour?"
You could hear it in his voice that he didn't mean any of it. Bucky had sung your praises on plenty of occasions so you knew he was just egging you on for the sake of a good match. But he also had a knack for reading you uncomfortably well, and he'd commented more than once about how frustrated and stressed out you'd been. So you also knew he was doing this for your own good.
That didn't mean he wasn't driving you up a wall. Combat seemed to be both the problem and the solution in this scenario.
Scratch that. The problem was Bucky and his big mouth.
You heaved a sigh that was audibly frustrated, pouring water down your throat to keep your mouth from saying anything stupid. The weaponry rack right by your head wasn't helping much.
"So are you just-"
Whoosh!
Before even you could comprehend what was happening, you'd swung a knife with a blade the size of your hand in his direction, landing bullseye into a dummy behind him with a dull noise, sending the target flying.
But Bucky just wasn't quitting.
"Where was all that rage during the brawl, huh princess?" He held his hands up incredulously. "Turns out you're holding out on me, all this time I thought you were just weak."
In an instant, you had him pinned. Sat on his chest, legs weighing down either arm, and a knife - identical to the one you'd kabobbed a dummy with seconds earlier - pressed against his throat.
"Ah, there you are." Bucky grinned, eyes shining lasciviously.
"Say another damn word, Barnes, I'm begging you." You grit, pressing the blade in harder.
His voice never wavered, amusement only becoming increasingly more aggravating. "Begging, huh? I like the sound of that."
"Then let's hear it." With sharp and final movements you hoist yourself up and down, seating yourself directly on Bucky's lap.
You may have smirked a little too proudly when you watched the wind get knocked out of him and his body curl into itself. His arms, now freed, flew to your hips. They seemed not to know whether or not to pull you off of him or keep you there.
You didn't give him the chance to make that decision, taking a fistful of hair and yanking it forward so that your mouths met in a sloppy, heavy-breathed kiss. The groan that spilled from his mouth to yours only encouraged your fervor, dragging your hips against his oh so slowly.
The sound that rumbled in Bucky's throat was akin to thunder, his mouth falling open, shoulders tensing and relaxing under your fingers. You felt his Adam's apple knock against the knife followed by a sharp exhale through his nose.
"G'na be the death of me," Bucky breathed, head lolling back when you pressed an open kiss on his pulse point. "Fuck."
"Shut up." You huffed, nipping at his earlobe and letting out a moan, sending shivers down his spine at the sound. A quick hand made quick work of his pants, tugging them down just enough to pull out his leaking cock, twitching at your touch. His hips kicked into your fist at the feeling, but you held him down.
"Be still, or you get nothing," you said firmly, thumb grazing over the top with a feather-light touch. You tapped the collar of his shirt with the tip of the blade. "Off."
Bucky followed, eyes heavy and dark on you as he practically tore the shirt from his body. He was still smirking, but his confidence and snark was beginning to wither and replace itself with something else, something more intense, something needier.
"Open." You said. Bucky watched you for a moment, as if your intentions would be written in your eyes. Although you couldn't read his expression, his jaw dropped slowly, tongue following until it stopped at his lip. His head wasn't tilted up to look at you, he was watching you through his lashes.
Your fingers traced over Bucky's bottom lip, and over the tip of his tongue in the process- you swore his mouth opened wider at the contact. The pads of your index and middle slid against his tongue, and his mouth closed over the digits as soon as they were in past the knuckle.
Your stomach flipped over at the sight, at the feeling. Bucky's tongue laved over your fingers in earnest, quiet noises and huffs barely audible over the television static in your brain.
You had figured out by this point that he'd let you pin him, that he was letting you boss him around. His stare shot exhilaration through you, like he was ready to pounce at any minute, and God knows he was so tempted, but it was something else keeping him there. Whether it be that he was too amused or too hypnotized by your menace of movement and order, neither of you knew. Neither of you cared.
"Not so mouthy now, are you Barnes?" you seethed, tugging your fingers back to his cock, now bobbing heavily at his stomach. When he didn't answer, you glared at him. "Speak."
"No, ma'am."
You hummed, an evil satisfaction rippling through you. Absentmindedly you began toying with his dick, eyes trained on his tortured expression. The way he swallowed thickly when you squeezed his base, gasped when your thumb teased feather-light over his tip, whimpered when you traced the underside with one finger.
You felt him throbbing against your palm. Your movements never got any faster, just meaner. Teasing him without giving any real friction, letting the anticipation bring him towards the edge. His hair was beginning to stick to his neck, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. Bucky's eyes were screwed shut, brows were knit together, and in a curious moment of tenderness you almost felt compelled to smooth it out with your thumb.
But when he opened his eyes, so full of need, you lost any lingering resolve for kindness. Your gaze fell back to the knife, now loosened against him as your attention had wandered. You turned it over a few times, watching the reflected glint of light flicker over his collarbone. Bucky let out a shuddering breath when you traced the tip of the blade down his chest, grazing his stomach, then up again.
It was when the blade moved up his throat that your brain short-circuited. The tip pressed ever so slightly against the underside of his chin, tilting his head up to look at you. Lust-blown eyes, hooded and hungry, stared into your soul.
You frowned when you saw Bucky's lip caught in his teeth. "Nuh uh, none of that." You held his jaw firmly in your hand, and his lip fell back into place, followed by a stream of delicious sounds that sent fire licking in your gut.
What you didn't expect, however, was the small line of red on his lower lip, and in a moment of instinct, you dipped your head down to swipe it away with your tongue. Bucky jerked up at the feeling.
His mistake.
Bucky nearly whined when you let go of him, his cock aching and impossibly hard. You sat back, licking your fingers tantalizingly.
"What the fuck?"
"I said don't move, Barnes. Guess you're weaker than I thought."
Bucky tensed his jaw, fingers curling and uncurling furiously. "Please."
You glanced up from your hand in faux boredom. "What was that?"
"You wanted to hear me beg," he grits, hands tugging you so that you were sat firm on his naked lap. "So I'm begging."
"I'm listening."
"Please. Please, princess, need you on my fuckin' cock."
"Go on." You couldn't help the rolling of your hips, which only made him clutch you harder.
"Please."
"That's it, Barnes, you're getting there." Heat swelled in between your legs at his breathless words.
"Please, princess, need you so bad."
"Bucky."
"Please."
"Fuck me."
Just as quickly as you had him pinned, he'd done the same to you. Knife yanked from your grasp and thrown somewhere across the room, Bucky pinned both of your hands down on either side of your head, licking and biting furiously at your neck while his hips rutted frantically over your core.
But that satiated him only for a moment. His hands pulled yours over your head, weighed down while his flesh hand yanked your shorts down to your knees, where you kicked them off.
"Fuckin' soaked, sweetheart. What's got you so worked up?"
You wanted to wipe the stupid grin off his stupid face- he'd probably be honored to let you- but you couldn't deny either that the answer he implied was entirely correct.
You felt his fingers take a handful of thigh, groping and caressing. His eyes flickered from his work to your face and back, relishing in watching your knee twitch and your breath hitch at every brush, every stroke of his thumb over the seam of your underwear.
"Barnes, I swear to God-"
"What? What are you gonna do?" Bucky leaned down, nose brushing yours and hair curtaining around his head. "You wanted me to fuck you. That's what I'm doing."
Any back-handed response you might have had died on your tongue when his hand jerked your underwear aside and cupped your bare cunt, making your back arch into him and mouth fall open in a moan.
Bucky was no stranger to thorough teasing, and on any other occasion he would have gladly employed it, but he wanted you now. And with your wetness webbing on his palm, he didn't need it. His middle finger pushed into you with little resistance, curling and massaging.
"Oh, she likes that." Bucky smirks with far too much satisfaction. "Sucking me right in, crying for me."
And then Bucky nailed it. That spongy spot deep inside of you that obliterated any sense of reason or shame, replacing it with ecstatic need.
"And there she is." Bucky purred, wiping a bead of sweat tickling your hairline. "You know, you put up a good fight, but when it comes down to it, you're a pliant little housecat. All she wants is a little attention and she'll do just about anything for it. Isn't that right?"
You didn't actually give him an answer, but with how enthusiastically you were crying out, you might as well have pledged your allegiance.
"All she wants is a good dicking down, huh? Get all that frustration outta ya, that's what we're gonna do. Fuck you right to sleep."
He'd given you plenty of cue, but the stretch and friction still had you gasping. You watched his patience dissipate the deeper inside of you he got. His hand freed yours, both coming up to grip your hips and pull you closer, until his pubic bone was pressed against your clit.
His hands were shaking from bliss, and when you started rolling your hips up into his he thought he might die. His movements were slow, but firm and deep and enough to have you seeing stars. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knowing exactly how to angle himself so that his cock dragged against you just right, so that his pubic bone soothed the ache in your clit.
"There you go, princess, y'like that? So strung out, so snappy, needed to get that fixed." Bucky's hand pressed against your lower stomach, a gruff noise ripped from him when he felt his cock push up into his palm- you let out a sound similar, the extra pressure sending you into bliss. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl.”
"God, Bucky, right there, right there," you gasped. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop or-"
"Or?" he practically laughed at you. Your lack of response made him actually do it. "Head's so empty, no fuckin' thoughts except how cockdrunk she is."
Although he might have spoken like he wasn't, Bucky was just as intoxicated by the feeling of you, and his movements showed it. His animalistic thrusts, sloppier by the minute, were unrelenting and passionate. His ragged breath swallowed by your lips, feeding into his ears the purest and filthiest visions of sin that he saw when he opened his eyes.
He could feel you dripping onto him, feel your cunt clenching around him. That and every touch of your skin against his and nothing else.
"Y'like that, princess? Can feel you squeezing me, you must be close."
He knew your telltale signs like they'd been branded on the back of his brain, trinkets of knowledge he'd long coveted and hoarded like a dragon with treasure ever since you'd given it to him. His only goal now was to put it to good use, and Lord was he.
Your hands came up to grip his hair, dragging him down into a bruising kiss. When he pulled away, you whimpered, but he only shook his head.
"Gotta hear you, doll, loud and clear. Atta girl, let me hear everything you're feeling."
"God, so good, Bucky, so close," you cried, nails dragging down his chest and leaving pink lines in their wake.
You knew Bucky was saying something, but the ringing in your ears and white blurring your vision overtook your sense as your orgasm washed over you, bathing you in ecstasy.
Bucky's hips pistoned into you manically until they stilled, rolling softly until he spilled into you with a guttural groan.
The both of you lay still for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Runner's high was nothing compared to the satisfaction you'd both pulled from each other.
Suddenly the intercom chimed, shattering the bubble of haze. "For the record, that is most certainly not what that room is for."
"Stark-" Bucky pulled out of you with as much haste as he could manage while both of you were sensitive, throwing you your pants. "What the fuck are you-"
"Don't worry, I can't see you. I can, however, tell you that if that floor is not cleaned, Christ alive I will send you into your next life."
You let out a laugh at Bucky's expression, a mix between indignance and mortification. "At least he didn't waltz in with a bag of popcorn."
"Such a blessing," Bucky retorted, pulling his shirt over his head. "He'd start making comments like a movie critic."
"Or start cheering like it was a wrestling match."
"Dear god, I hate you." Bucky shook his head, the mirth written on his face indicative that his words held no real venom.
"Not what it sounded like a minute ago."
"Oh yeah?" Bucky cocked a brow, pulling you closer by your hands. "What did it sound like a minute ago?"
"Mm, I can't seem to remember." You cocked your head. "C'mon, maybe I'll remember in the shower."
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Indecent Proposal (7)
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Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.
Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, tension, sexy mobsters, fluff, first date, talk about sex, making out, fingering, oral (fem rec), voyeurism, a little nipple play, dirty talk
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“So, sweetness,” Bucky gets bold and moves his hand between your spread thighs, “are you on the menu for Bucky tonight?”
Now, …
Your breath hitches in your throat. Bucky’s fingers pull your panties aside to get access to what he’s craving. 
“Bucky asked you a question doll,” Steve stands behind your chair to whisper in your ear. “Tell him if you want him to eat that sweet pussy of yours for an appetizer. We will have dinner after you come at least once.”
“Say yes and I will make you feel so good, sweetness.” Bucky flicks your clit, once, twice, three times. You grip the armrests, fighting to hold back a moan. 
“Baby don’t hold back. Let us hear all the sweet noises you can make.” Steve purrs in your ear. He runs his hands up and down your arms while his husband toys with your little nub. “Do it.”
“Oh…shit,” you wrap your hand around Bucky’s wrist to guide his movement. You rock your hips, humping his fingers. “Please…I need to cum…please…Bucky…”
“Bucky, give her what she’s craving,” the blonde jerks his head toward the table. “If she’s on the menu, we should present her like the most delicious meal you’ll ever eat.”
“No, don’t stop,” you growl as Bucky tries to remove his hand. “I wanna cum on your fingers first.” 
Both men chuckle as you rock your hips, desperate to fall over the edge. You don’t care that anyone outside the room can hear your needy moans or that your cat jumps onto the table to lie next to Bucky’s plate.
“Fuck, she’s so perfect,” Steve licks his lips. He pants heavily, hot breath fanning over your shoulders as you grip the edge of the table. “Baby, slow down. Take your time. Bucky won’t take his hand away.”
“I wanna…I’m gonna…fuck…” you gasp and moan. “His fingers…I want them inside…please.”
“Christ, she’s going to be the death of me.” They make quick work. Steve pulls the chair for you while Bucky easily lifts you to place you on the table. “Stevie, get me a pillow for her head.”
“What are you?” You squeak when Bucky carefully pushes you down on the table. Steve is quick to put a pillow under your head as his husband is busy sliding your panties down your legs. 
“Give them to me,” Steve purrs and catches your panties. He sniffs at the soaked fabric, making a guttural noise.
Bucky leans over your body, to press a searing kiss to your lips. “Just relax, sweetness. Bucky is going to give you all you need.”
“Please excuse my needy husband,” Steve chuckles darkly. “He hasn’t been in charge for a while. And we didn’t see such a pretty pussy in ages.”
“You mean like ever,” Bucky purrs as he kisses his way down your body. “She’s the prettiest girl I ever saw. I bet she’ll love me.”
Steve rolls his eyes at his husband’s words. Bucky always had a thing for dirty talk and praise. “Buck, stop making her wait. She’s getting impatient.”
“Aw, my pretty girl. I’m going to give you what you need.” 
You whimper when his lips press against your exposed sex. “Bucky…please.”
“Fuck, she smells so sweet,” Bucky nuzzles your cunt. “I will enjoy eating you, sweetness. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
He bends down a little further and throws your legs over his shoulders. Bucky grips your ass to bring your glistening sex closer to his face. He takes a moment to inhale your scent before burying his face in your pussy.
“Oh—fuck…yes!” You exclaim loudly. Out of instinct, you grasp for Steve’s hand to bring it to your chest. “Please…shit…”
“He’s going to eat you alive,” Steve taunts and rips your dress open. He looks at your bra for a moment, considering his next step. “And I’m going to breed this cunt.”
He removes his hands to grab a knife from the table. You gasp when he carefully cuts your bra open. “Stevie,” you purr his name. “Touch me. Please touch me.”
“Touch her,” Bucky grunts against your pussy. He looks up at his husband from between your legs, nodding. “We wanted this both. So…make her ours too.”
“Fuck.” Steve’s hands shoot toward your chest to gently knead your breasts. He’s a little reluctant at first but slowly relaxes. “Look at you all spread out for my husband, you little slut.”
You shudder at his crudeness. “Yes, his slut.”
Steve slaps your tit at your reply. “Our slut,” he grunts. “You belong to us from now on. You and your pretty cunt.” The blonde leans over your body to take one of your nipples in his mouth.
“Bucky…Steve,” you gasp at the sensation of their mouths on you. “Please…I wanna cum.”
“You will,” Steve purrs against your plush flesh. He eagerly flicks your nipple with his tongue while his husband wraps his warm lips around your clit. “Bucky, give her a little more.”
You fist Steve’s hair the moment Bucky shoves two thick fingers inside your cunt. You can feel his wedding band against your heated flesh. It should be a turn-off but oddly, it’s the opposite. 
Knowing these two men who are in love with each other desire you so much they want to share you, turns you on like nothing before.
Bucky curls his fingers, fingertips searching for the spot making you squirm. 
“Yes…right there…” You’re already breathless. Your lips part and you stop squirming as the next flick of his fingers sends you over the edge.
“Fuck, she’s squeezing my fingers so tight it hurts.” Bucky laps at your pussy. “I can hardly wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.”
“Same, baby,” Steve bites your breast to leave a mark. “I will mark this body, and then I’ll fuck you while you fuck her cunt. We are going to make her our perfect whore.”
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“How do you feel?” Steve feeds you with another bite of the most delicious chicken parmesan you ever ate. “You good?”
“Very good,” you feel boneless and weak as you sit in Steve’s lap. After Bucky made you cum for the first time, he didn’t stop. Steve had to drag him off your cunt after your third orgasm. “A little tired but hungry.”
“For cock?” Bucky chuckles as you stare at him with wide eyes. “Later then…”
“You know that this was all dirty talk, right? I don’t think you are a slut,” Steve pecks your hair. “You are precious to us.”
“I like dirty talk…and praising,” you look at Bucky. “Maybe we can explore this together.”
“We will sweetness. Now,” Bucky claps his hands. “Let Stevie feed you. After you eat, we will bring you to our bedroom. The one we will share from now on.”
“I thought…I mean…uh…what about the guest room?” You shyly glance at Bucky.
“You didn’t think we would let you go after tonight…” Steve whispers lowly. “Not after we had a taste of you…”
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The Eye of the Hurricane [9] - Engagement
A.N: Here’s the new chapter my loves! ❤️ Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️
Summary: A marriage decision leads to an honest conversation about expectations.
Word Count: 2700
Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Violence, death, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, drinking. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.
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For a couple of seconds, he gawked at you in complete silence before he managed to pull himself together.
“You—you’re saying yes?”
“I’m saying yes.”
“Seriously?”
“Please don’t ask me again because I have this feeling that I’ll change my mind if I think about it longer than a second,” you stated and he nodded fervently.
“Right,” he said. “Sure, I…wow. Okay, we’re—we’re getting married then.”
“Don’t say that either, I am not ready to hear it out loud,” you said with a sigh but before he could answer, a soft voice reached you both.
“Bucky?”
He closed his eyes shut for a moment as he scrunched up his face and you turned your head to look at the top of the stairs where a pretty girl in an oversized shirt –his shirt, if you had to guess— was leaning to the steel handrail.
“Hi,” she said. “Um, who are you?”
“His fiancée,” you stated, trying your hardest to ignore the pang of jealousy in your stomach and her eyes widened.
“Oh I didn’t—I didn’t know—”
“Neither did I when I woke up today,” you said with a click of your tongue. “Can you leave us please?”
“Sure!” she said as she rushed back to what you could only assume was the bedroom and Bucky shot you an apologetic look.
“Charm I’m sorry, if I knew…”
You walked past him, looking around the huge living room. Even you had to admit it looked incredibly beautiful and sleek, and the clear view of the city that you could see from the floor-to-ceiling windows was absolutely breathtaking. It was exactly what you would come up with if someone asked you what Bucky's apartment would look like; luxurious yet dark.
It didn’t mean you would tell him that though.
“I’m not moving in here by the way, this place is a dump,” you forced yourself to say, “If I wanted industrial interior, I’d buy myself a factory.”
“Right, sure—”
“That could be a fun project though,” you muttered more to yourself as the girl appeared at the top of the stairs again, and rushed downstairs, grabbing her coat off the rack.
“Sorry again,” she said without looking you in the eye and walked out of the apartment, and you heaved a deep sigh.
“None of this will be happening from now on by the way,” Bucky said in a haste and you rolled your eyes, then turned around to look at him.
“I don’t care about you enough to have that conversation with you,” you said. “I don’t give a fuck who you fuck, but you’re not going to make me look like an idiot in front of other people so when it inevitably happens, you’ll keep it a secret.”
“You don’t have to worry about that at all,” he said, his voice firm and you crossed your arms.
“So then,” you said. “I feel like we should both talk about the conditions before taking it to the families and the lawyers and everything.”
“I’m good with your conditions,” he said and you shot him a glare.
“You don’t even know my conditions.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
You kept your eyes on him, a slight frown pulling your brows together before you took a deep breath and took off your coat to throw it over the couch.
“Either way, I think we should talk about it,” you insisted and leaned on your hip. “So do you have actual booze in here or are you going to pull out a homemade barrel or something?”
He smiled slightly.
“Take a seat sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll bring the wine.”
“And put a shirt on!” you said as you made your way to the table, ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat. “This is a business deal, honestly. There has to be a dress code.”
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When Bucky came to the table, he did in fact have his shirt on and he was carrying a bottle of wine with two glasses. He filled one and handed it to you, then filled his own and sat down. You took a sip, pleasantly surprised at the taste and lowered your glass, leaning back.
“Alright,” he said. “Tell me your conditions.”
You swirled the wine in your glass, deep in thought.
“Well first of all, we need to have a time table,” you said. “I don’t want to stay married to you for the rest of my life, and I’m pretty sure you share the sentiment.”
A small smile twitched the corners of his lips but he didn’t comment on it.
“But we can’t get a divorce as soon as I take over because that will lead to a lot of questions and I won’t have the time for distractions, the taking over process is chaotic enough,” you said. “I can’t be making any mistakes, especially considering I already have a rival.”
“Calling Ian a rival makes him sound more important than he actually is,” Bucky commented. “But I agree. We already know some of the families can disagree with this idea.”
“Stark?” you asked and he nodded.
“At least,” he said. “We have Steve and Sam’s support, my family and your family of course, but the rest…”
“You think Romanoff would disagree?”
Bucky thought for a moment.
“Probably, but I can talk to Nat I think,” he said. “She’d hear me out.”
“Barton?”  
“Barton is not going to do anything Nat disagrees with,” he said. “If we have Nat, we have Clint.”
“So that leaves us Stark,” you said, pursing your lips. “Who talks to him, you or me?”
He shot you an apologetic look.
“I mean we may try to sell it as love but at the end of the day, everyone will think about the business side of things,” he said. “It could be better if your father talked to him actually. He already dislikes me enough, and we’re changing the power balance in the city by doing this.”
“Alright,” you said. “My dad could do that.”
“Next?”
“I want your word that I will be included in everything,” you said. “None of the bullshit the earlier generation pulled. I will be in every meeting and I will be included in every single decision.”
He nodded. “Yeah, figured as much.”
“I mean it Bucky,” you said, looking him in the eye. “We will be equals completely.”
“We will be,” he assured you. “I swear on my honor.”
“And I’m not changing my surname.”
He threw his head back. “Charm…”
“Out of question.”
“Charm if I’m going to get you into those meetings, you need to have my surname,” he insisted. “You know the rules. We need to give them an actual reason if you can’t be there as an heir.”
You thought for a moment and cleared your throat.
“Hyphenated it is,” you said. “I’ll keep mine and add yours.”
“It’d be better if—”
“I can’t take over my father’s territory if my last name is Barnes,” you pointed out. “I’ll use both, it’s fine.”
Bucky thought for a moment, then licked his lips and shrugged his shoulders.
“Fine,” he grumbled even though his tone signaled it was anything but fine. You sipped your wine, leaning back.
“Goes without saying that we won’t have any children in the meantime so should we even talk about it?”
“I think we should,” Bucky said, a small smile curling his lips. “Just in case.”
“Just in case?” you repeated and he rolled his eyes.
“It’ll be on the prenup just like everything else,” he reminded you. “And our families will see those prenups, so it’d be better if we covered it beforehand.”
You huffed out and waved a dismissive hand.
“Fine,” you said. “The usual, right? The first born is the heir…”
“The second born is the spare, yeah,” Bucky said. “Although, if you’re keeping your surname…”
“Our children would as well,” you finished his sentence for him and let out a dry laugh. “So then, is the firstborn yours or mine?”
“Maybe it’ll be twins,” he joked and you shook your head.
“We’ll say that the firstborn rules both until the second born is ready, and then divide my territory and yours accordingly,” you said and Bucky raised his brows.
“But until then, both territories?” he asked. “That’s a lot of pressure to put on one person.”
“That person doesn’t exist and will not exist,” you reminded him. “It’s just gonna be a hypothetical article in the prenup, that’s it.”
“And if we want a divorce—”
“When we have a divorce,” you corrected him and Bucky hummed.
“Any specific reque—”
“The weekend house,” you cut him off and he let out a small laugh.
“How long have you had your eye on it?”
“Oh, so long,” you said with a grin. “It’s really pretty.”
Bucky held up his hands, gesturing surrender. “It’s yours then."
“I mean I know I can’t just get it without giving something in return so how about you? What do you want in the divorce?”
“Nothing.”
You blinked a couple of times, gawking at him.
“You want nothing?” you asked him. “Bullshit. Say your price.”
“I don’t need anything.”
“You’re going to get me in the business and help me take over and you want nothing?” you insisted. “No fucking way. What is your game here?”
“I don’t have any.”
“Why are you doing this then?” you asked with a frown. “Seriously. What’s in it for you?”
“My reasons are my own.”
“Bucky…”
“But I do have one request now that you mention it,” he said and you nodded your head.
“Yeah tell me. What is it?”
“Throughout the time we stay married,” he said, taking a sip of his wine. “No sleeping with other people.”
“…I’m not going to sleep with you,” you managed to say after a pause and he shrugged his shoulders.
“We’re going into war with an outsider while pushing you to the top,” he said. “Any kind of issue in our marriage, including a whisper of a rumor could work against that. We need to present a united front to all the other families and our people. Can’t fight a war on that many fronts, you know that.”
As much as you hated to admit, as it turned out, Bucky was actually smart when it came to how things worked in business. You nibbled on your lip, trying to put your thoughts in order before sticking your nose in the air.
“That’s a two-way street,” you told him. “If I’m behaving like the perfect wife, you’re going to behave like the perfect husband.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Bucky, I’m serious,” you said, looking him in the eye. “Don’t go behind my back and make me kill your mistresses.”
“Don’t go behind my back and make me kill your boyfriends,” he replied and you took a deep breath, then downed your wine and stretched out your hand.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” you said and he chuckled, then reached out to take your hand into his, sending a pleasant warmth from your hand to your whole body.
“Likewise,” he said, his voice soft. “Let’s make you the queen, princess.”
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 You and Bucky decided to tell your family about your decision that weekend at their favorite restaurant. It would at least give you some time to get your story straight and you figured it would play into the lie; that you and Bucky had something for each other all along and once you got together you didn’t want to lose any time to get married.
Of course your closest friends were going to know about it, it would be impossible to keep it from Becca, Sarah, Steve and Sam because they’d had the first row to every single fight whenever you were within each other’s sight not to mention heard about how much you two disliked each other for years now.
But as far as anyone else was concerned, it was the happy ending to a decade long crush on both parts.
That night, you decided to stay in a hotel until the weekend. Not only did you not want to talk to Ian or your father, but it would also work in your favor; it was Bucky’s favorite hotel, it was in his territory and he would make sure to stay with you in the honeymoon suit every night until the weekend so you were pretty sure the rumors would reach your families way before you told them.
Your bodyguards were still on your father’s payroll after all.
You sipped your champagne, your feet propped up on the small coffee table across from the couch you were sitting on, the fluffy bathrobe wrapped tight around your body as you changed the channel on the TV but the knock on the door made you turn your head. Heaving a sigh, you pushed yourself off the bed and went to the door, then put a bright smile on your face and swung open the door.
“Finally!” you exclaimed, then gasped at the huge bouquet of roses Bucky was holding. “Oh my God!”
“Hi beautiful,” Bucky said with a smirk and you stole a look at both your father’s and Bucky’s men in the hallway, then turned to him.
“You shouldn’t have!” you giggled as you grabbed his arm to pull him into the suit, and closed the door behind him.
“Flowers are a nice touch,” you commented, the lovesick smile disappearing from your lips even if your heart did a happy flip and Bucky winked at you.
“I’m glad you like them,” he said as you took them from him, then walked to the open kitchen to pour water into the empty wine decanter before putting the flowers into it.
He leaned back to the kitchen island. “Did you talk to Becca yet?”
“Tomorrow,” you said. “I slept the whole day away today, barely did anything. Must be the stress after yesterday.”  
“Is she serious with that girl by the way?” Bucky asked you. “Leila?”
“I’m not going to tell you anything about Becca.”
He tilted his head. “You and I are going to get married—”
“And she’s my best friend so she’s still above you on my loyalty list,” you pointed out. “Marriage is one thing, friendship is another.”
“Should I at least threaten the girl so that she doesn’t break her heart?” Bucky asked and you rolled your eyes.
“No, Leila is a sweetheart,” you said as you walked past him, then threw yourself on the couch to grab the remote. He followed you and rested his hands on the back of the couch you were sitting on, the closeness of his body making your stomach do a pleasant flip for some reason.
“So what are we watching?”
“We are not watching anything,” you said, trying to focus on the screen. “I’m watching The Bachelor.”
He let out a groan. “Seriously?”
“There’s another TV upstairs, go watch whatever you want to watch there,” you said, grabbing your champagne glass again and tilted your head back so that you could look at him, and Bucky shot you a mischievous grin.
“Marriage requires quality time together, Charm.”
“Who told you that lie?” you asked, turning your glances to the TV and he chuckled.
“Steve sent me an article about it today when I told him the news.”
“Not Sam?”
“No, Sam sent me the address of a great psychiatrist,” he said. “For couples therapy and marriage counseling.”   
“That’s much more useful than an article,” you pointed out and he squeezed at your shoulder making your heart skip a beat.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said as he walked to the hanging stairs and someone knocked on the door, making you frown and look at Bucky over your shoulder.
“Room service,” Bucky answered before you could ask. “I already know your favorite so I ordered for both of us.”
“How do you know my favorite?”  
“I pay attention,” he said as he started climbing the stairs, unbuttoning his shirt. “Don’t open the door yet though, will you? Wouldn’t want my men to think I last five minutes.”
“I’m sure that would be an improvement for you,” you said with a scoff and he tsk tsked.
“If you want to see just how wrong you are, all you gotta do is ask nicely princess.”
“That will never happen!” you called out and slipped a little on the couch when you heard him close the bathroom door, then heaved a sigh.  
“Great,” you muttered to yourself as the water started running. “My honeymoon should be so much fun.”
Chapter 10
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Rescued by Love Part 1
★ Summary: Your brother Steve always hated you after your mother's death and when he finally gets the family's empire he is ready to sell you off to some toxic marriage but will the knight and shining armor save you or make it worse?
★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader
★ Warnings: Arranged Marriage
★ Word Count: 2,000+
★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff
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From the moment you took your first breath, you carried the weight of a past you didn't fully understand. It was a past overshadowed by the loss of your mother – a loss that your older brother, Steve, held against you.
As far back as you can remember, there was always a palpable tension in the air whenever you were around Steve. His eyes held a mixture of resentment and sorrow, a constant reminder of the day your mother's life slipped away while giving birth to you. A day that, in his eyes, marked the beginning of his own torment.
Your father, desperate to mend the frayed threads of your family, tried tirelessly to bridge the gap between you two. He believed that time and shared experiences could heal the wounds that festered beneath the surface. But no matter his efforts, Steve's heart remained encased in ice, his bitterness toward you seemingly unbreakable.
15 years later...
The air was alive with the beat of the music and the laughter among the people at the lively party. Steve and Bucky stood by the refreshments table, each holding a drink and engaged in a casual conversation
"So, have you talked to Sarah lately?" Bucky asked, leaning against the table. Steve shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yeah, we caught up yesterday. She's doing okay, just busy with school and all."
Bucky chuckled, nudging Steve playfully. "You know, I think she's got a crush on you." Steve's cheeks flushed slightly, and he rolled his eyes. "Come on, Bucky. We've been friends forever. It's not like that."
As they continued chatting, you stood at a distance, watching them with a mix of envy and loneliness. You'd always felt like an outsider, never quite fitting in with the crowd.
Seeing Steve and Bucky laughing together only accentuated your isolation. Summoning up your courage, you decided to approach them. You took a deep breath and walked over, hoping to join the conversation and maybe finally feel like you belonged somewhere.
"Hey, guys," you greeted softly, a small smile on your face. Steve and Bucky turned their attention toward you, their expressions changing ever so slightly. Steve's smile faded, and his brows furrowed as if he was annoyed by your presence. Bucky knew how this would end and a part of him felt bad.
"What do you want?" Steve snapped, you'd heard that tone so many times. But still, you were taken aback by his sharpness, and you stumbled over your words.
"I just thought... I mean, I don't really know anyone here, no one really wants to talk to me... and I thought maybe I could join you guys."
Bucky shot Steve a sidelong glance, his eyes silently questioning the change in his friend's demeanor. Steve's lips twisted into a bitter smile.
"We're not in the mood for your company. Just go find someone else to annoy." Bucky shot Steve a look, clearly taken aback by his friend's harsh tone. "Steve, come on."
Ignoring Bucky's protest, you felt a lump forming in your throat. "Please I promise I won't bother you and-and I—"
Cutting you off, Steve's frustration boiled over. "Well, maybe you should've thought twice before showing up. People like you shouldn't be at parties like this."
Your heart plummeted, a mix of hurt and humiliation washing over you. Swallowing hard, you turned and hurriedly walked away, tears stinging your eyes. You found a quiet corner where you could be alone and tried to hide your face as you wiped away your tears.
As you huddled there, Bucky's voice reached your ears. "Was that really necessary, Steve?" Steve's response was cold and unapologetic.
"Yeah, it was. She's always been nothing but trouble, if it wasn't for her I would have still had my mother."
Bucky sighed, a mixture of disappointment and frustration in his voice. "You still didn't have to be so harsh. She's just a kid who wants some friends. You don't have to be an ass about it."
Steve shrugged, a stubborn set to his jaw. "She needs to know her place."
7 years later...
The corridors of the mansion stretched out before you, each step echoing the weight of my uncertainty. Ever since your father had succumbed to Alzheimer's and the grip of illness, Steve had ascended as the new head of your family's sprawling mafia empire.
It was a shift that had altered the dynamics of your life in ways you couldn't have imagined. With hesitant determination, you made my way toward Steve's office, a heaviness in my chest that seemed to grow with each passing moment.
Even if he didn't love you, you were still determined to try even if it would take a million years so like every day you brought him lunch even though you knew he was probably going to reject it.
As you approached the slightly afar door, fragments of conversation reached my ears, stealing my breath away. "...marrying her off to Jason Storm," Steve's voice cut through the air, a sentence that hit like a sledgehammer to your heart.
Jason Storm – a name that carried a reputation that curdled your stomach. A man who was known for his cruelty, a vicious cycle of abusing his wives. The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning – your life, your choices, was being manipulated for the sake of getting rid of you.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you stumbled away from the door, your world crumbling around you. The bitterness of the truth tasted like betrayal, a sharp reminder that in this world of shadows and secrets, your well-being mattered little in the grand scheme of things.
You found yourself outside, the cool air doing little to quell the turmoil within you. The weight of your emotions was suffocating, and the façade you had tried to maintain for so long was crumbling. Your sobs echoed through the empty corridor as you leaned against the wall, your heart aching for the love and compassion you had always hoped to find within your own family.
Amidst the darkness of my despair, a voice cut through the haze – a voice you recognized as James Barnes, a name that held a sense of familiarity and warmth. "You can't do this, Steve." Bucky's words were fierce, laden with conviction.
His presence was a surprise, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that had enveloped you. You wiped your tears away as you listened intently, your heart pounding in your chest. "Why not?" Steve's voice was tinged with a coldness that had become all too familiar. "Because it's wrong, Steve. You can't marry her off to a man like Jason Storm. You know what he does to his wives,"
Bucky's words were like a lifeline, a lifeline that you had never expected to find. Steve's retort was sharp, but Bucky's resolve didn't waver. "You want to marry her, then?" At that moment, you felt a spark of something deep within you, a flicker of hope that perhaps someone was willing to stand up for you, to see you as more than just a pawn in a dangerous game.
Bucky's voice held a determination that cut through the tension. "No, that's not what I meant." And then the words that would change everything hung in the air – words that carried a mix of motives that I couldn't fully comprehend.
"Actually, I will," Bucky declared. But in Bucky's heart, he didn't want to marry you, but marrying you would be a disguise for his parents to stop nagging him while he was off with whores.
As the weight of the conversation continued to hang heavy in the air, the office door swung open, revealing Steve and Bucky. You sat there, tears glistening in your eyes, vulnerable in your moment of despair. Steve's scowl deepened as his eyes met yours, and without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving you to wrestle with your emotions alone. Bucky; however, spared you a quick smile before quickly following Steve.
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Best Friends » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky and the reader have a close friendship.
Warnings: Fluff, language, flirting, hugs and kisses, cuddling, pet names (doll)
Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
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You quietly opened Bucky’s bedroom door, closing it behind you. You smiled when you seen Alpine sleeping on her cat tree. You quietly tip toed past the sleeping cat to Bucky’s bed.
“Good morning, Jamie! It’s morning!” You say happily as you threw yourself on his bed.
Bucky groaned, putting a pillow over his head and continued sleeping. You pouted and poked his side making his body jerk.
“What if I was sleeping naked?” Bucky asks.
“I don’t think that would stop me.” You say.
Bucky took the pillow off of his head and looked at you with a weird look on his face.
“You’re fucking weird.” He says.
“You love me!” You grinned.
“You’re right. I do.” He says.
Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him and attacking you with kisses making laugh and squirm. Alpine jumped off of her cat tree and jumped on the bed to get some morning kisses. She let out a squeaky meow to get yours and Bucky’s attention.
“Aww, Alpine wants morning kisses from her daddy.” You smiled, petting her head.
Bucky leaned down to give Alpine kisses and petted her. She started purring with satisfaction.
“Let’s go get coffee!” You say.
Bucky laughed at your cuteness and got out of bed to get dressed. As he was getting dressed, you noticed one of his sweatshirts on the floor. You grabbed it and put it on without him noticing.
“Ok, doll. Are you- is that my sweatshirt?” He asks, looking at the sweatshirt of his that you’re wearing.
“Umm… no.” You lied, trying not to laugh.
“It looks better on you anyways.” He smiles.
Bucky held out his metal hand for you to hold, knowing how much you love his metal arm. You smiled and happily put your hand in his, intertwining your fingers with his metal ones. You and Bucky walked into the kitchen hand in hand.
“Morning guys!” You smiled.
“Morning, Y/N!” The Avengers say.
You sat down at the table while Bucky got you two coffee.
“Weren’t you here like 12 hours ago?” Tony asks.
“Yes.” You answered.
“Why are you here again? Don’t you ever go home?” He asks.
“Why would I go home when Bucky is here?” You smiled.
Bucky put a cup of coffee in front of you and sat down in the chair next to you, wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders.
“How the hell are you two not fucking?” Tony asks.
“Stevie! Tony said a bad word!” You say like a child while pointing at Tony.
“You’re weird.” Tony says.
You squinted your eyes at him, giving him the death glare.
“If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now.” Clint says to Tony.
“That stare is kinda creepy.” Tony says, getting up and walking away.
You giggled to yourself and took a sip of your coffee.
“I think you just scared the shit out of Stark.” Bucky laughs.
“It’s what he gets for calling me weird.” You say.
Soon after that, Bucky had to train recruits with Steve. You just hung out around the Compound while he worked. You were currently in the lounge room on your phone.
“Hey Y/N.” Peter says, walking in the room.
“Hey Peter. What’s up?” You say.
“I was wondering if you wanted to check out the new features on my web shooters.” He says.
“Hell yea!” You say excitedly.
Peter sat down next to you and showed and explained to you what his web shooter can do.
“So what you’re saying is that if I push this button, webs come out?” You asked.
“Yes. Give it a try.” Peter says.
You pushed the button and a web shot out of it. Bucky walked in the room and almost got hit by the web. You and Peter went silent.
“Sorry, Mr. Barnes.” Peter says.
Bucky didn’t say anything. He just walked up to you and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.
“She’s my best friend. Get your own.” Bucky says.
“Don’t be mean.” You say, playfully punching his back.
“I’ll text you later, Peter.” You say.
“No she won’t.” Bucky says, walking out of the room.
You punched him again. Bucky put you on your feet when you guys got to the hallway.
“What was all of that about, Buck?” You asked.
“Nothing.” He says.
“Wait, are you jealous that I was hanging out with someone who’s not you?” You asked with a playful smirk.
“I don’t get jealous.” Bucky says.
“Aww, you’re so jealous! The Winter Soldier is jealous!” You teased, playfully poking his stomach.
Bucky’s face turned red and he swatted your hand away making you laugh.
“I’ll stop teasing you now.” You say.
“Give me a hug and I’ll forgive you.” Bucky says.
You hugged him and kissed his stubbly cheek.
“Forgive me?” You asked.
“Yes.” He says.
“Good. Now, last one to the gym has to pay for the winner’s lunch!” You say, running towards the gym.
“Oh you’re on!” He says, running after you.
You completely forgot that he’s a Super Soldier and the serum made him run faster cause within seconds he past you and got to the gym before you. Once you got to the gym, you playfully pouted at him.
“I win!” Bucky says triumphantly 
“No fair! You have Super Soldier serum running through your veins to help you! I don’t!” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Aww, come here.” He says, opening his arms.
You walked to him and he wrapped his around you, kissing the top of your head.
“Even though I won, I’ll still pay for your lunch.” Bucky says softly.
“Thank you, Buck.” You smiled.
“Anytime, doll.” He smiles.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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Chasing Love
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob/Mafia AU)
Word Count: 2,749
Summary: When you started working for Bucky you knew what you were getting into but you love your job and you’re damn good at it so when the annual work party comes around you’re not going to miss it for anything- even if Bucky infuriates you in more ways then one.  It might be hard to deny how attractive he is...but is it enough to win you over or will he have to be more than just a handsome face (the most handsome ever let’s be honest)? 
Author’s Note: I love mob!Bucky and it’s hard to pass up an opportunity to write for him so this one is for @the-slumberparty first monthly challenge and the theme of Mob AU! The prompt I used in in bold in the story! Thank you lovelies for hosting and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: lots of flirting and lots of tension and back and forth, Bucky is infuriating at times, but in the best way ;) some fluff moments! 
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“Are you sure you want to go tonight?”
You look behind you in the mirrors reflection and meet Nat’s eyes, her concerned look making you sigh.
“I do. I can’t let him ruin something I’ve been looking forward to just because he can’t control himself. He doesn’t own me.”
You say the last sentence with much more strength than you actually feel but you’re determined to have a good time tonight despite the events of the last few days.
Nat stands and walks to the mirror, her red lips turning up into a mischievous smirk.
“Good. Then let’s make him sweat over how hot you look.”
After a day of pampering and prepping you turn to your friend and ask, “well?”
“You look absolutely perfect,” she says. “I doubt he’ll be able to keep his hands off you.”
She winks and you laugh but then your smile falters and you say, your tone resolute, “he better, I’m not interested in being his plaything. Let him suffer.”
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“You going to need me tonight Boss?” Steve asks.
Reluctantly, Bucky drags his gaze from you and the guy you’re dancing with to find Steve at his side.
Steve smirks at him.
Bucky scowls. “What?”
Steve shifts his eyes toward the dance floor in your direction.  
“You’re making it pretty obvious and if we’re going to have a problem I’d like a heads up.”
Bucky’s jaw clenches tightly and his eyes narrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking…,” and Steve turns back to Bucky so he’s looking him in the eyes, “about the fact that you’ve been prowling around her all night and while she might be ignoring you, the rest of us aren’t.”
“What?” Bucky asks again, his shoulders deflating slightly at Steve’s words.
“This is your fault isn’t it,” Steve says, keeping his tone light.
“I kissed her,” Bucky admits.
“Ah,” Steve nods with laugh. “And then what did you do?”
“What does that mean?” Bucky asks, his voice gruff.
“I can’t believe she would be this mad over a kiss…” Steve muses. “It’s obvious you two want each other.”
With another hard glare of defiance Bucky finally concedes with a sigh and runs a hand through his hair.
“After it happened she came to see me but I was busy dealing with things and I didn’t make time.”
“So you were rude and abrasive and brushed her off?”
Bucky’s eyes widen and he shoots Steve a death glare.
“Sometimes I hate that we’ve known each other all our lives,” Bucky grits out.
Unaffected by Bucky’s bristling, Steve lays a soft hand on his shoulder. “I know you worry about your line of work but I’ve never seen you like this before. You care about her. Don’t fuck this up.”
Feeling defensive at the truth in Steve’s words, Bucky gives him a wry smile and brushes past Steve in search of you.
When he realizes you’re no longer on the dance floor he moves toward the back of the club to search for you but when he turns down the darkened hallway, you’re strolling in the opposite direction and collide with him.
His large hands steady you, the feel of you warm and supple in his arms and it brings him right back to the kiss and the way you melted against him.
You startle and open your mouth to speak but your eyes widen every so slightly at his expression.
“Come with me,” he commands as he guides you back down the hall.
You brush his hand off.
“Where are we going? I can walk on my own you know.”
You get no reply and instead Bucky pulls you inside his office, shutting the door.
“Bucky,” you say quietly as the darkness of the room surrounds you.
You can feel his body close to yours, the heat, his smell.
“Turn on the light please,” you clip out.
At the edge in your voice he reaches behind you to turn on the light switch, the action making his body brush against yours and your breath catch in your throat.
A smile of satisfaction pulls at his lips as light fills the room.
“Why are we in your office?” you ask.
“We need to talk.”
“About?”
“About the fact that you came here tonight just to drive me insane.”
Your mouth falls open in shock before you shut it with a snap and cross your arms over your chest defensively.
“Like hell I did!” you shout.
“Then how do you explain this?” he asks, gesturing to your body.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS?” you shoot back, mirroring his action.
“I know you’re just trying to make me jealous,” he counters. “Walking around like that…dancing with other men.”
Your eyes narrow and you take a step closer to him, pressing a finger into his hard chest.
“I’ve been looking forward to tonight for a month and just because you think you own all of New York City and this club does not mean you own me. You don’t get to tell me what to do, how to dress or who to dance with. I don’t belong to you.”
Bucky glares, agitation burning in his features and he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.
“And you’re the one who kissed ME!”
He grins deviously at the memory.
“I do own this city and this club and…”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you shoot back.
“Whatever you say doll face,” he smirks, closing the space between you.
You begin to turn around to open the door but his arm reaches out above your head and he rests his palm against it, effectively keeping it shut.
You huff and pull hard on the knob.
“What are you doing?” you ask as you tug on it again.
He presses himself against you, the hardness between his legs digging into your back.
“For days I’ve been imagining fucking you,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
You bite your lip to stifle a moan.
“To be honest, I’ve been imagining it every night since you showed up in my office but after that kiss…well, the need to have you is all I can think about.”
He keeps one hand pressed to the door and with the other gently turns you back around to face him. The intensity is his eyes makes you tremble and you press both hands to his hard chest, fingering the open buttons of his shirt.
“Then why were you such a dick afterwards…when I came to see you?”
His lips ghost along your jaw and you melt against him.
“I was a dick and I’m sorry.”
It takes you a minute to gather your thoughts.
“Did you just say you’re sor…?”
Your delayed response is cut off when he presses his mouth to yours, his tongue parting your lips and tasting you until you’re panting for air.
His hands reach for the hem of your dress and he fumbles with the fabric, growling against your lips until you shove on his chest and he pulls away in frustration.  
His chest is heaving and his eyes are dark as he releases you but presses both hands on the door on either side of your head, caging you in.
“This isn’t a good idea,” you whisper.
“Oh?” He leans into you, reminding you of what you do to him.
“Technically you’re my boss…”
“Then I’ll fire you…you said so yourself that you could get a job anywhere when I hired you…”
“You’d fire me just to fuck me?” you ask, glaring up at him.
When he doesn’t move away or give you an answer you push on his chest with force, anger clouding your lust filled haze.
He stumbles back with a curse.
“First of all, I actually like my job and second you know I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
He smirks at your choice of words.
“Oh doll, how right you are and I’m sure we can prove your point in other ways if you’d just…”
“What…just what? Let you fuck me?”
He moves back into your space, clenching his fists with restraint so he doesn’t reach out to touch you.
“You want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you,” he states.
You grit your teeth. “I can control myself and better yet, I can find someone else, someone who’s actually emotionally available, to fuck.”
The thought of you with another man snaps his patience and he grabs you around the waist and hauls you against him, crushing his mouth over yours.
Your hands go to his arms as if to push him away, but instead your fingers curl around his biceps and you press yourself closer, moaning into the kiss.
He manages to get his hand under your dress and the feel of your bare skin under his fingers turns his kiss more desperate. His fingertips brush your inner thigh and you gasp, breaking the kiss.
“Bucky.”
He kisses down your throat, licking, nipping and sucking on your heated skin.
A loud knock at the door rattles you both and Bucky pulls his hands away, resting his forehead to yours with a muttered curse.
Another knock.
Bucky gentle moves you away from the door and puts you behind him in a protective manner before he yells, “what do you want?”
When he hears Steve’s voice on the other side, the tension in his shoulders eases and he slowly opens the door.
Steve’s eyes shift between you and Bucky before he mutters, “shit.”
“Sorry boss but we have a problem.”
Bucky nods. “I’ll be right there.”
Steve leaves but not before throwing you a small but knowing smirk.
Bucky turns to you. “I’m sorry doll…I have to…”
“I know, you have to go,” you finish for him as you try to straighten your shoulders despite the feel of unsatisfied desire that rushes through you.
“Wait for me,” he pleads.
Instead of an answer you throw him a defeated look and dash around him.
“DOLL!” he yells, following you down the hall and catching you by the waist.
You squirm in his arms. “Just go Bucky.”
But he doesn’t. Instead he kisses you again.
It’s soft and tender and you go pliant in his arms, relaxing against his chest. Bucky’s back hits the wall and you press your whole body into his.
“BUCKY!”
At the sound of Steve’s voice you pull away from Bucky and with one last glance over your shoulder you disappear from his sight.
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“So you almost had sex with him in his office?” Nat asks as she lays back on your bed.
“Yes,” you answer, too exhausted to elaborate.
“And you didn’t because Steve interrupted?”
“Right.”
“But you’re mad at him because…?”
“Because he basically said he’d fire me so we can fuck without any consequences!”
“But then you let him kiss you again…?”
“NAT!” you sigh.
“Ok,” she says softly, but you can see the small smile playing on her lips. “I can tell you like him though.”
“I’m attracted to him,” you admit.
“Who wouldn’t be,” she answers.
“But he’s not available. Not really. And I don’t want to be just someone he fucks when he feels like it.”
“Is it because of what he does…?” she asks.
“I knew what I was getting into when I took the job. And I really do love managing his businesses. What I do is legit, what he does is another story.”
“Do you ever wonder if he keeps you at arm’s length for your safety?” Nat questions.
You turn to her, your expression softening.
“I wouldn’t know. He doesn’t share much and even if that’s the case…maybe he’s right to do so.”
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You’re sitting at your desk when you feel a presence in the doorway. You look up to see Bucky’s broad shoulders filling it as he leans against the frame and watches you.
You raise an eyebrow in question.
“You busy?” he asks, his tone soft.
“Always,” you answer but it’s hard not to smile.
“Think you can spare a minute for me doll.”
You give him a nod and with a few clicks of your mouse you stand and walk toward him. He moves so you can pass and you can feel his eyes on your back as you walk down the hallway toward his office.
He holds the door open for you to enter and once you’re inside he shuts it with a click.
“Have you had lunch?”
“Not yet,” you tell him, suddenly feeling hungry.
“I have sandwiches.”
He sits on the edge of his desk and holds one out for you. A peace offering.
You hesitate, his words from Saturday night still lingering, but since he’s being warm and friendly you decide to take it.
“Are these from Katz’s!” you ask.
“Of course doll. I got you your usual.”
“How do you know my usual?” you ask with playfully narrowed eyes.
“I pay attention,” he responds with a casual shrug.
“Or do you just like to know where all your money goes when I buy lunch?”  
You laugh after you ask this and he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
Then you take a bite and moan at the taste.
He studies you, his lips quirking and his eyes darkening, the change sudden and it fills the air with tension.  
“If I’d know this was going on in your office every time you get a sandwich from Katz’s I’d have invited you to lunch much sooner.”
You roll your eyes, hoping to keep the mood casual and take another bite.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” you ask him after you swallow with another moan.
“I will if you stop moaning.”
“Turning you on Barnes?” You wink cheekily.
“Just thinking about you turns me on,” he says, his voice husky, “and when you moan like that all I can think about is what you’ll sound like when I make you come.”
Your body tingles at his words and you stare at him, the tension building.
He puts down his uneaten sandwich and pushes off his desk, reaching you in two long strides. He plucks the sandwich from your hands and pulls you out of the seat.
“I was enjoying that,” you huff.
“I’ll feed you more after.”
He curls his arms around you and presses you close.
“What is it with you and doing whatever the fuck you want? You know not everyone is just going to roll over for you!”
“Certainly not you,” he simpers.
“Certainly not,” you answer with a defiant lift of your chin. “You can’t keep doing this. We don’t want the same things.”
“I want you,” he murmurs as he dips his head and brushes his lips along your jaw. “And what do you mean ‘doing this’? We haven’t even done anything yet?”
“You keep implying that we will be doing something,” you sass, trying to steady your voice.
“I can’t stay away,” he whispers before gently nipping at your earlobe.
You gasp and arch into him, breathing out his name.
“No one makes me weak like you do,” he says as his lips trace along your jaw, “or so fucking angry.”
“You angry!?” you breathe out, silently berating yourself for the betrayal of your body and the weakness in your words. “You’re insufferable. And I’m not just another woman you can fuck and then ignore.”
His lips hover just above yours and his dark lashes lower when he whispers, “no, you’re not. You’re so much more than that doll.”
His features are soft as he holds you gaze, his eyes filled with desire but something more, something deeper.
“Then show me Bucky. Show me you mean it.”
His kiss is soft at first but the moment he gets the smallest taste of you it’s like a caged animal is unleashed and he slides his hand behind your neck, tilting your head so he can better claim you.
You push him back toward his desk, fingers fumbling with his belt before he quickly spins you around so your ass is pressed against the edge of his desk.
“I don’t really think fucking you over my desk is very romantic,” he groans as you untuck his shirt.
“Then wait. Take me out on a date,” you hum in answer, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye with a smirk.
“I can’t wait,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait another fucking minute to be inside you.”
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I’d do bad things with you.
Summary: The day after the wedding, Bucky and his new wife go to Stark's house to plan their next step because that's why they are married, right? Not because they love each other.
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Stark!reader.
TW: Really not so many, talks of murder but very lightly, implications of mafia kind of stuff but please remember all I know about this I learned from SoC and fics lol, allutions to death, mention of cheating and sex, lots of angst, curvy!reader, no mention of y/n and reader's nickname is Bells (context coming soon), kind of enemies to lovers but not really enemies, arranged marriage, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.
Part of the Yours to lose series.
All eyes on us <<<
Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.
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Bucky didn’t dare to say anything when his wife closed the door of the guest room, how could he? His dragă asked for one thing: help to protect her family.
That didn’t mean she owned him something, she was his wife but not his woman, not anymore.
If only he wasn’t so impulsive, if he weren’t so blind to recognize what he had in front on him, they wouldn’t be in this situation, their wedding wouldn’t be an arrangement, he would had ask her to marry him instead of trapping her.
Still, he had hopes, he would never give up in getting her back, and when Bucky finally did it, he would make up for the lost time.
Alone in her room, Bells felt the Barnes’ family ring heavy in her hand, not only for the rose diamond, it was heavy because she didn’t deserve it. She was well aware she only had it because she ended up being a Stark, there was no way this could ever happen to her being the mistress on turn for the Winter Soldier.
And even knowing it, she missed those times.
Everyone that worked in the restaurant knew she was sleeping with him, they also knew it was better for their tongues that she never heard them talk about it, Bucky made an example of the first and only one who tried, a jackass named Julian who liked to make women uncomfortable.
After that, everyone turned a blind eye when Bucky when to the bar and talk to her for hours, when he called her to his office and she used disappeared in there to don't go back to work for the whole shift, they saw them going home at night, both being walking proof of the affair.
Her friends sometimes looked at Bells with concern; especially Kate but no one said a thing.
She would get in the car with Bucky who would try to convince her to stop working so he could spoil her and Bells would gave him the same answer, she only wanted him, not his money.
It was so stupid of her, to believe he could feel the same one day but how could she not think it when he played his part so well? Treating him like she was something delicate, something beautiful, she wanted to believe he could want her, love her.
That was why she spent most of the nights with him during the months her fantasy ran wild, she was even familiar with his men, Steve and Sam adored her, Scott, Thor and Clint were sweet with her, even the stoic Loki smiled sometimes at her jokes.
Bucky made her feel at home, she had free reign in the house except for his office and they found their routine very quickly.
Even in the nights Bucky couldn’t join her right after work, he would find her sometimes eating alone in the kitchen or taking a shower and he would made up to her, he was so tender with Bells, making her feel everything was right, maybe it was because she never had a real home and she craved it that she was so easy to fool.
After taking the dress off her and removing her make-up, the girl curled in bed, refusing to cry again for him.
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“Good morning, dragă, I made breakfast” was the first thing Bucky told his wife in the morning. His wife, he would never get tired of saying it even if it was only in his head.
She looked beyond beautiful, the ivory set of pants and jacket hug her curves and he was loving the cleavage cut he could see from his place in the counter. His wife looked like what she was, a Queen.
“Don’t call me that, James” hearing his name on her lips hurt but he deserved it, at least she didn’t call him by his last name.
Their last name.
“Does my lady prefer any other nickname?” he asked without stop smiling, serving her coffee like he knew she liked it.
“I have a name, stick to it”
Her name was beautiful, both of them, the one her parents gave her and the one he met her with but she was the woman he loved, dragă was really appropiate.
“You used to love when I called you that, I don’t think I should change it if we want this marriage to be believable” he shrugged, knowing well why his wife didn’t like it anymore.
“We made a deal, Barnes” oh, James was gone “you will not make anyone believe this after we deal with our enemies”
She really did believe he would give up on her, which almost made him smile. His dragă still had to learn a few things about him.
“You should eat, Mrs. Barnes, we have to be at your brother’s house in half an hour”
Bucky was the least happy about working with Tony Stark, he supposed they could have been friends in another circumstances but he hurt his sister, if Natasha would ever did the same to Becca, Bucky would never forgive her.
Thor drove them to Stark’s mansion and Bucky hated how at ease his wife was there, that wasn’t her home, not anymore.
Russo and Castle were waiting besides Stark who hugged his wife and kissed her cheeks, taking her away from Bucky, leaving him scowling beside Steve and Sam.
“You look like you drank your weight in alcohol, Billy” she giggled and Bucky’s heartache increased, when was the last time he made her laugh? He couldn’t remember.
“Are you trying to tell me something, topolina?” Russo inquired with an offended look while they walked to Stark’s office.
“Yes, she means you look like shit Bill” Castle answered before his wife could and they all laughed but Russo and Bucky, Sam and Steve were too busy talking with Thor to notice. He watched as they took her inside the house bringing back her sweet personality, all the love she felt for them that made him mad watching the “proof” of her betrayal slapping him in the face once again.
Maybe Hydra staged all that but it was his fault, his own insecurities and ghosts were what made her hate him and he couldn’t see the way out of the mess he created, not when the scars that piece of shit gave her in his murder attempt were visible every time Bucky could see her arms.
“Are you ok Buck?” Sam asked quietly, his gaze following Bucky’s, his dragă was smiling at Pepper and Tony, touching her sister in law’s bump. He might never get that with her and if it wasn’t with her- Bucky knew it now, if it wasn’t her, it was no one.
“I’m fine, let’s go”
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Pierce had endless resources, deals with powerful people, enough money to buy himself a kingdom, lots of people who would kill for him without hesitation but with all that, he had an Aquiles heel.
“We know he feels like he already won the reelection for Mayor but I’m not so sure” Bells projected a picture of a handsome man dark hair. He had a kind smile and even the red sunglasses didn’t disminished his likable aura “Matthew Michael Murdock was born and raised in Hell’s kitchen, he graduated Columbia with honors with his best friend, Franklin Nelson, the current District Attorney and he was a champion of the people as a lawyer in his neighborhood despite he had multiple chances to work for a big firm, all of that changed when his soon to be wife, Karen Page, got in the way of Wilson Fisk”
Billy raised his hand as if he was in a classroom.
“Why does this sound like someone talking about their crush and how this helps us?” next to him, Maria hit him in the head and he yelped “I’m just saying!”
“She has a point, you would know it if you let Bells finish” his sister smiled at her friend “please go on topolina.
“Thanks Maria, you’re right as always” Bells winked at her and Maria blow her a kiss “Murdock it’s going to help us beat Pierce in the legal side and meanwhile dear Karen would help us convince him to let us give his campaign a hand” there was a mischievous grin in her face that Bucky had never seen before and it took everything in Bells to look away from him.
Pepper then cleared her throat and Bells took her seat, everyone looking at the ginger.
“Since Fisk got killed in jail, Miss Page got out of witness protection and Mr. Murdock reinforced his fight against the system from the political side” Bells helped her showing reports of Murdock’s popularity, his good press, all the people that supported him “we are going to destroy Pierce taking everything from him. Natasha and Yelena are working with Wanda and Maria to take more territory from him, Madani and Torres keep going after his most powerful lieutenants just like we talked about the last meeting.”
The map in the screen showed the comparison of the before and after, all the east side of the city that once was Pierce’s now it was all theirs, there were still parts resisting the change, it would have been quicker if the group didn’t tried to make the transition the less bloody as possible.
It wasn’t about power, even if it was what their line of work demanded, it was about revenge.
Pierce took something irreplaceable from each one of them, it would be only fair they’d leave him with nothing.
This time Bucky catched Bells eye and refused to let her go.
If not for Pierce, maybe they still would been together but maybe not, Bells was so afraid to tell him the truth about who she really was when Tony found her and it just added to the impending disaster they were, they would been living a lie, she would have been just the mistress, the toy on turn for someone that didn’t loved her.
Bells had to remind herself she didn’t need Bucky, she couldn’t, not after being the target of his cruelness, she couldn’t wash the memory of him fucking Jenna on his desk after telling Bells he loved her hours before.
She knew the truth now, she couldn’t forgive him, not when Bells’ heart was still aching for Bucky’s betrayal, for his lack of faith in her, for his lack of love towards her.
On the other side, Bucky was proud of her, his dragă was born to rule at his side and he didn’t care if he had to hunt Alexander Pierce himself, he would do anything to do this right.
If the murder of his father taught him something, it was that he wouldn’t fix anything feeling sorry for himself, Bucky had all the chances in the world to make amends and he would pay for every mistake with the blood of their enemies.
Tag list: learisa blackhawkfanatic queerqueenlynn calwitch pono-pura-vida
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Hiya! This took me so long but it was only because I was stressing myself about it, then I decided to do whatever felt right and here we are! Also the nicknames I used here:
dragă: sweetheart.
topolina: little mouse.
Let me know what you think.
Love, Lily.
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urdepressedslut · 8 months
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You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part nine❞
♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.
♡ Warnings: heavy angst, flashbacks, abuse, mentions of parent death, hints to depression, reader doesn't know she has depression, anxiety attacks
Series Masterlist
Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au
Italics are flashbacks
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“I don’t know… I kinda like shirts that don’t hug me too tight.” You mumbled, scratching the back of your neck.
You heard a dramatic gasp, and you looked into her eyes as she shook her head, holding up the top she had been trying to convince you to buy.
“Babygirl— why can’t you see how gorgeous you are. Anything you wear, you’d make look like a million bucks.” You Mother almost whined, and you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips from her antics.
“Ma you know that’s not true.” You argued, failing at keeping a serious expression.
“No baby— I know I’m right. That’s my secret.” She argues back confidently.
She walked closer and started combing stray hairs out of your eyes, smiling at you adoringly as she did so. Her eyes practically sparkled with love.
“What’s your secret Ma?” You asked quietly, leaning into your Mother’s delicate touch.
She cupped your chin and raised your face to her lips, the feeling of her pecking your forehead sweetly. The gesture made you all warm inside— her love filling you with so much protection.
“Mommies never lie. So you really are beautiful baby— and soon you’ll start to see that, and you’ll be breaking hearts left and right.” She spoke quietly to you.
“I won’t be breaking any hearts… because that means I’ll have to date people and well… that’s scary.” You admitted.
Your Mother lifted your chin back up, giving you another loving kiss on your forehead, stroking your cheek as if you were fragile and needed to be protected. In her eyes— you were her everything. Her little girl— she only wished you could live your life without any pain. She knew life wasn’t that perfect— but she’d do anything for her baby. She’s try as hard as she could to make her life perfect. She deserved it.
“It is scary baby, but if you never put yourself out there— you may never have the chance to meet people.” She cooed. “We learn a lot from everyone we meet, and if you don’t meet anyone— you won’t learn anything. It helps us grow into being a better person.”
You nodded in understanding, feeling comforted by her words. She believed that you could do it, so you started to believe you could. Your Mother truly did know best— she’d never put you in a bad situation. As much as you hated to admit it, she was almost always right.
“You’re so smart Ma. I’m glad I've got a Mama as good as you around.” You whispered as you hugged her tightly— forgetting that you were at the mall.
Her laugh vibrated through her chest as your head lay against her heart.
“You know your compliments always go straight to my head.” She joked and you snorted and playfully hit her hip.
“I’ll take it back.” You playfully warned.
“Please don’t— we were having such a nice moment.” She whined dramatically and you both went into a laughing fit.
The air was so cool— so breathable. Your limbs felt relaxed, your mind was at ease. Everything was so much easier with your Mother around, she truly was the light of your life.
"Okay, I'll get it." You finally gave in, pointing to the shirt that was hanging off her arm.
Your Mother eyes brightened and she smiled like the chesire cat, almost starting to jump up and down like a little kid. You forgot who was the older one sometimes. You just watched with a giggle.
"That's my girl." She ruffled your hair and headed towards the cashier.
You watched her walk away, happy that you could make her happy. Although the top wasn't what you'd usually wear— maybe your Mother was right. It was time to get out of your comfort zone— plus she was never wrong.
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You cracked your eyes open at the sound of rain hitting your window, the peaceful ambience of a storm passing over the house. You let out a deep breath, a heavy feeling left sitting on your chest— the bittersweet memory still fresh in your mind. It was sweet because even the memory of your Mother could fill your body with the joy that you had been missing from life. Although it was bitter because they were only memories. Instead of staying in the moment with her, you were forced to be sent back into reality. Back to a world where she wasn't around anymore. That was the most painful realization you had to live through every day.
The days since her passing had been the same, but it was slightly different this time around. You were almost positive that because of the relationship between you and your Father was getting worse— had you desperately wishing to have your Mother back.
You wondered if it would've been easier to never know parental love, then live most of your life with it— then to not have it.
You hadn’t realized you had slept through the night, misjudging how exhausted your kind and body was. There was just a slight glow from outside, otherwise the sky was cloudy— the weather gloomy. The outside was currently how you felt, it seemed.
Glancing around the room, there was no sign of him. Which was the second thing that had come to your mind this morning. Bucky.
Pushing that thought to the side, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed— heading towards the bathroom. Your head felt heavy, your limbs feeling like there were wights tied to them. You overall felt like the walk to the bathroom was much harder than it should’ve been. You had hoped that a nights rest would ease the haze that covered your brain. But as you walked to the bathroom— you could still sense the thick fog within your head.
Switching on the light, you headed straight for the mirror without giving it much thought. You’d be lying if you said your reflection didn’t startle you. In fact the harder you looked— you doubted that was actually you.
Your eyes were puffy, red rimmed as they were the night before. Your lips were chapped, achey with how dry they were. All in all— it was the still irritated skin on your cheek that had you in shock. The palm sized mark had you staring without blinking— your breathing starting to come in rapidly. Almost instantly, the events from the night before began to play through your mind.
"You wonder why I don't want you around— do you not see how you act? Disrespectful fucking brat! I do all these nice things for you— I buy you a fucking house! I provide you with everything you need!"
The memory of his hand shooting towards your face had you flinching back in the space of your bathroom. The action startling you from just remembering.
You furrowed your brows, staring at your reflection in confusion. Puzzled at your body's reaction— the way you had jumped. Even though you were alone in the bathroom— you felt embarrassed. Your hand shot down to grip your thigh, squeezing the flesh until you could start to feel pain. Your nose burned again, your chest tight and uncomfortable— unable to expand fully. You gasped, almost breaking from this trance as you released your thigh— glancing down frantically at the now red and irritated skin. Your head felt fuzzy as you couldn't understand why you were acting like this. You felt like you were out of control of your body— your mind. You wiped your face harshly, drying your skin of any tears— any evidence that you had been a mess.
Without wasting another second, you headed from the bathroom and made your way downstairs— in search of Bucky.
Bucky had made himself comfortable in the grand office downstairs. The room seemingly untouched, obvious that you didn’t care for this room. That much didn’t surprise him. But what did shock him— was the stash of liquor that was kept inside the study.
Surely that wasn’t yours. He thought to himself.
He had sat by your bedside, guarding the room as you slept for awhile. After you started to mumble in your sleep— that’s when he decided to leave. He knew you’d want him to be there when you woke, but the words about your Mother escaping your lips seemed private. It felt wrong to over hear such information while you were unconscious.
He also just needed to excuse himself, needing to drown his thoughts with alcohol for awhile. His career let alone his life— was in jeopardy.
He didn’t want to fear Pierce— but he couldn’t stop the overwhelming waves of anxiety from crashing into him. Amongst everything else, you stuck out in his thoughts. Majority of his worries circled around you, the concerns about you being left alone— with Pierce. If it wasn’t his life he was worried about, it was you. He was only afraid of the outcome because if there was no him— he wouldn’t be able to protect you.
It continued to eat away at him— he knew he should do something. He let the thought pass by… I should run.
He raised the glass, downing the rest of the contents— enjoying the burn on his throat as he scoffed at the cowardly thought.
He’d would run for you… with you.
He stared at the empty glass as he attempted to digest the idea. Knowing deep down he wouldn’t be able to make a proper decision without talking with you.
“James?” You called out, grabbing his attention to the doorway.
You didn’t even attempt to send him one of your usual warm smiles, instead glancing around the room you completely forgot existed. For good reason.
“What are you doing in here?” You asked, but soon found your answer when you let your eyes drop to the bottles of liquor surrounding his empty glass. “It’s early.”
You pointed out, and Bucky lowered his gaze for a moment in shame before lifting his eyes to your face again. This was when he noticed how different you looked.
It was the little, subtle changes that no one else could distinguish. But he could— he could see it clear as day, and it broke his heart.
Your eyes were dull, missing the usual sparkle in them. Your face just seemed like it was longer, the way you didn’t even try to keep a smile on your face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen you so… not you. Lastly, what killed him the most— was the way you were standing. The way you were trying to seem so small, like you could be small enough to hide away from everyone.
“James?” You called again, breaking him from his analysis of you. It was then he realized he hadn’t responded.
“Uh… yeah guess I’m just a little stressed out.” He finally told you, not completely lying.
“You shouldn’t do that— it can cause a lot of issues.” You motioned towards the alcohol.
“I know.” He mumbled, lowering his gaze to the desk again.
“You should just talk to me, instead of drinking until you pass out.” You told him softly.
“I can hold my liquor well.” He tried to argue, glancing up and sending you a smirk.
You just shook your head, crossing your arms like you were a mom scolding her kid.
“I don’t care. You should still talk to me.” You told him sternly.
He couldn’t ignore the shock in your change in demeanor. Of course you’d be in a different mood from the events last night— but he wasn’t used to this solemn version of you yet.
“Okay.” He agreed finally, standing up to head towards another room— preferably one that didn’t hold as much negativity as this one.
You surprised him by reaching out to take his hand, holding it tightly in yours. You didn’t give him a second to show his shock— instead you held on, tugging him towards the direction of the library.
He hadn’t even talked with you yet, but somehow he already felt lighter— in a better mood. Just by your presence, let alone your touch— was enough.
Making your way through the library— hand in hand— you didn’t slow until you reached your spot. The same spot from the very first introduction you two shared. One that didn’t have that good of an ending.
The memory although had a sour end, you still looked back and wanted to smile. You two had no idea what was coming— so naive. Like you said— it almost made you want to smile. Almost.
“James, why are you drinking this early in the morning? I know you’ve got something on your mind.” You started, as soon as you two sat down in your spots.
He rolled his eyes, avoiding your stare. He knew you were right, but also he just didn’t want to have this talk. Though— he knew it needed to happen. He just wished he could have one more care free day. He hated himself for not enjoying them while they lasted.
“Doll, we know what’s going to happen.” He voiced lowly, body and mind defeated.
You flashed a fearful expression before attempting to harden your features back.
“What do you mean?” You asked him cautiously.
“I spoke wrongly to your Father— everything that happened yesterday… you know how this ends for me.” He hinted, hoping you’d understand.
You shook your head, while still glancing at him with a softened expression. You don’t think you’d ever seen Bucky so stressed, his face stuck in a concerned expression.
“You don’t know that for sure.”
“(Y/n)… your Father doesn’t give a shit about me! For all I know— he probably has a new bodyguard ready for you. I’ll be as good as gone soon!” He exclaimed, voice raising— but it was Bucky. You weren’t afraid of him like you were your Father.
“Nothing is going to happen to you— I’ll make sure of it.” You promised him, and for a second he paused and looked at you deeply.
He ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his seat with a frustrated huff.
“I don’t really care what happens to me… I just don’t wanna leave you. I can’t… I can’t let him keep doing this to you.” He whispered, lowering his head— his emotions stealing his voice.
You felt your heart start to beat faster, the same butterflies fluttering around your stomach once more. Every time he protected you, made an effort to want to be with you— it had you speechless. You never knew you could find something like this again. After your Mother had passed— you thought the feeling was lost.
“We should run.” He spoke again, breaking the thick silence that had blanketed the room.
You swallowed at that suggestion, wondering why a small part of you still didn’t want to leave your Father. Although he had proved to really not care about you— love you. You still loved him. He was all you had left.
But maybe that wasn’t true anymore, here was Bucky sitting in front of you— willing to risk his life just so you could live your happy ending.
“Where will we go?” You spoke back finally, shocking him that you wanted to go along with it.
As he stared into your eyes, his stomach rolled sickeningly at the fear that was evident in your eyes. But it wasn’t fear for yourself— it was for him.
“Somewhere far away— somewhere he won’t find you. I have a few places in mind… but are you really willing to do this? Leave your home?” He asked, happy that you were on board— but still wanted to respect your decision.
You immediately thought of that one cheesy quote you’d read somewhere— not necessarily believing it until now. Home can be a person too.
You felt your nose burn, tears welling into your eyes and this time you didn’t fight it. Everything had been building ever since you’d woken up. The only place you felt safe wasn’t even your home anymore— it was him.
“This place doesn’t really feel like home anymore so… yeah I’m ready.” You admitted, your voice getting quiet by the end.
Bucky’s hand twitched on his thigh, the way his instinct was to touch you— to comfort you. He fought against the side of him that itched to jump over to you, instead he stayed rooted at his spot.
“There’s something else I need to tell you.” He started, not knowing if you were mentally ready to handle this. “Your Father has been keeping this from you for awhile, and he had asked me to keep it from you as well but— you deserve to know. I wanted to tell you so many times I just— I should’ve told you… so I’m sorry.”
You got up from your seat and plopped down next to him, not hesitating to reach out and take his metal hand in your two. Your held it comfortably while also using the metal ridges to fidget with.
“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about what you should’ve done— you’re telling me now. That’s all that matters, so I appreciate that.” You assured him, scooting even closer so that your thighs were touching.
“Someone’s been stalking you (Y/n).” He finally confessed, and almost immediately he could feel the weight being lifted off his chest.
You didn’t speak for awhile, just staring at him like you weren’t sure if you imagined him saying those words. Your brain was having a hard time processing what he had said— someone was stalking you? You were disturbed, your skin crawling with fear. One thing stuck out to you the most— it was the fact that your Father had yet to tell you.
Bucky took your silence as a bad sign, watching you stare blankly at your lap, where your fidgeting hands stilled on his metal one. It was his turn to wrap his metal hand around your wrist, applying a gentle amount of pressure to try and get your attention.
“(Y/n)?” He asked softly, growing more worried the longer you stayed quiet.
You still didn’t know what you were feeling, it was hard to distinguish it when you were already overwhelmed with emotions today. Your brain felt burnt out— your mind wanting to shut off completely.
“How long?” You whispered, still staring at your lap.
“Awhile, and they’ve gotten close. They have left stuff on your doorstep— and I found it before you could see it.” He told you, watching you shiver from the information. “They found your Mother’s necklace in one of the boxes that was dropped off at your door.”
That had gotten your attention, your head snapping up to his— your eyes wide with horror. You immediately started shaking your head in denial, knowing where this was going. You felt like you were gonna be sick, so you tried to swallow back the bile from rising.
“No… No I— I know what you’re going to say! My Mother died from a car accident. That’s how she died.” You rushed out, your vision blurring with tears.
“(Y/n) I’m not saying whoever is stalking you was involved with her passing— I’m just saying that there’s something darker to this than anyone knows.” He assured you, watching you nod in understanding.
His heart hurt watching your body start to tremble, your bottom lip quivering.
“Do you have it?” You whispered ever so quietly.
“What?” Bucky asked suddenly, confused.
You faced him, grabbing onto both his hands now— needing him to ground you from spiraling. Bucky had to hold in the gasp that wanted to escape, from how close you appeared to be.
“Do you have the necklace?” You asked desperately, voice cracking, “My Father he… he wouldn’t let me keep any of my Mothers things.”
Bucky’s heart broke again, his eyes softening at your broken expression. The way you were trembling holding onto him, your eyes red rimmed and lost looking. He had never held such hatred for someone before— fucking Pierce.
“Doll, I’m sorry— he has it.”
You nodded in understanding but couldn’t hold back the new wave of tears. You didn’t hesitate, and threw yourself into his arms. Wrapping your arms right around his middle, feeling the bulky muscles flex through his clothes.
He didn’t waste anytime and engulfed you in his protective embrace. He willed himself to stay strong— for you. But your cries and shakes of your body were killing him, he swore he was feeling physical pain from it all. He wanted to take it all away— all your pain.
Both your legs hung off to the side, while you practically were sitting in his lap. But neither of you cared— yes, it was intimate. But it was intimate in a different way, you both clung onto each other— escaping for a little while just in each others embrace. Being so close now, feeling each other pressed up on another— it felt right. It felt like home.
You felt one of his hands lift to the back of your head, cradling your head as his metal fingers weaves through your hair— just slightly scratching your scalp. You could feel yourself melt further into him. Your body sagging into him.
“I’ve got you (Y/n), I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered soothingly.
“I wanna hate him.” You whimpered, your fists fisting in his shirt.
His heart clenched painfully, hating that there was nothing he could do besides be here for you at the moment. But every cry and whimper only convinced him further that he was doing the right thing— the right thing by running away with you.
“Does that make me a bad person— that I wanna hate him? I want to but… but I can’t!” You cried.
Bucky shook his head, before he realized you couldn’t see him. He pulled you back away from him so he could face you— that was also when he noticed how close you were to him.
“No it doesn’t. He hasn’t been a Father to you. He hurt you— It’s okay to wanna hate him.” He assured you.
He held your gaze, waiting until you nodded to make sure you understood what you were feeling was valid.
“I really wanna hate him…” You whimpered again, trying to lower your eyes but you knew Bucky wouldn’t allow it.
He didn’t know if there was anything he could say to truly make you feel better, but he hoped that his comforting embrace was helping. Little did you know— your tight hold on him was ridding him of any and all stress.
“I know (Y/n), I know.” He breathed out.
Before he could stop himself, he was lifting his hand to stroke his thumb across her cheek— letting his palm rest on your jaw.
Your eyes fluttered shut from his touch for a second, before they opened and gazed deeply into his. His eyes shined with something unusual— something you had yet to see coming from his eyes. You felt intimidated from the intensity that was his gaze— the way your stomach fluttered nervously. You felt the same urge as before, your body leaning instinctively closer to him— you felt so safe in his arms, you couldn't help yourself from wanting to sink deeper into the ocean that was him.
"(Y/n)..." His voice broke through your trance, "Maybe we shouldn't."
God he wanted to slap himself for even voicing those words, because he so badly wanted to devour you whole— loosen every thread that was tied on you— unlocking every inch and part of you that he didn't know he craved. But the sensible side of him knew it wasn't the right moment... right?
You were so vulnerable, it felt wrong for him to even steal a glance in the wrong way when your walls were crumbled before him. He didn't want you to think for even a second that he was taking advantage of you. He respected you greatly, and he was not going to allow himself to have no self restraint. He wanted you to be in full control— and even then he felt hesitant to let you continue. The kiss on his cheek from before, he felt he hadn't deserved that— earned that. He was greedy however— and took any breadcrumbs he could.
You only darted your eyes down to his lips, watching his tongue poke out to wet them— your eyes watching the pink dampen the plump flesh. You found yourself biting your own lip— a sudden craving intensifying at the sight.
Despite your desires, you leaned forward and placed another kiss to his stubbled cheek— this time letting your lips linger on the skin longer than the last. Bucky could feel the heat rush to his face, knowing his cheeks were most likely bright red. He didn't know how he held so much power, but the feel of your lips against his cheek— god he wanted to kiss you so badly.
You sent him a small smile, and he could almost see the real you finally coming to light. The sight had his heart swelling, his own lips curving up in a cheerful smile— relived to see his girl coming back.
"Thank you James— I don't know what I'd do without you." You whispered, holding his gaze with hidden devotion. "I need you."
He had to fight back the huge smile he felt approaching from your words— he tried to ignore the bubbling joy he felt from your words. The way you needed him just as he needed you.
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The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr.
prompt: The Boss passes away, and at the reading of his Last Will and Testament, your lover, Bucky, is named successor - not his older (adopted) brother, John. tension breaks at the funeral.
pairing: Mafia Bucky Barnes x female!reader
fandom masterlist: Marvel
word count: 4k+
note: author wants to remind everyone that there are 1,000 different ways to host a funeral; to celebrate a life.
warnings: Mafia AU, cursing, mention of deceased family member, depictions of violence, greed, spoiled brat behavior (not by reader or Buck, you'll see), entitlement, does author ever edit? where is this fic going? author lost sight of the plot but fuck it!
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"The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr.; read on May 16th, after being last revised on January 3rd, - being of assured sound body, mind, and soul - is to divide assets and bequeath inheritance," the lawyer with thinning hair announced to the room, his baritone voice sending vibrations to the glasses of water set before him.
You tightened your hand in Bucky's flesh one, sharing a small glance together as his mother commandeered all attention by sniffling loudly from the middle of the room. It was a lively sort of office; a high rise with floor-to-ceiling windows, painted a light, pale yellow that glowed in sunlight, a long mahogany conference table, plush, leather rolling chairs, and an array of flavored waters to choose from. Both sparkling and flat.
It felt wrong to be there, totally unreal.
The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr., was read from behind a pair of thick-framed glasses by a portly man in a tacky, summer khaki suit. Mr. Happy had been the Barnes' lawyer for years now, someone The Boss, James Sr., trusted without a doubt. He was the only man trusted to see this division to the end and without conflict, fearing it'd upset Mr. Barnes' soul should his family begin feuding over material items.
"First, to my beloved wife, Mary Beth, who I know will succeed me in death. I to her leave our beach house, the penthouse on Fifth, every car in mine and her name is to be transferred solely into her name, the building, apartment leases in Manhattan so she might continue being landlord and earn a monthly, sizable income. In addition," Happy glanced at Mary Beth, "I bequeath a lump sum of 25% of my savings."
Everyone seemed to think this was acceptable, nodding in agreement as Mary Beth sobbed loudly into a crumpled, saturated tissue. However, Happy paused as he scanned over the document nervously. His throat cleared, informing that John was to get his own share - yet there was no mention of the organization's leadership and the entire room filled with tension. Finally, Happy sighed through his reading of Bucky's inheritance as you took a sip of coffee; revealing he had been chosen as Mr. James Barnes, Sr.'s successor.
Coffee sprayed out of your nose to splatter on the table, making you gag and cough instantly; Bucky patting your back in support as he turned rigid with confusing tension. Mary Beth Barnes gasped dramatically, insisting that couldn't be right.
"What!?" John raged, shooting out of his leather chair so fast, it toppled over. "That's impossible! That should not be possible!"
"I assure you, Mr. Barnes, it's - "
"Bullshit!" John snapped, snatching a copy of The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr..
Happy sighed, "Your father did not leave you the business, John, he left it to Bucky, instead."
"How the fuck - !?" Nobody moved as John read for himself what the legal documents said. He grit his teeth and tossed the padded file to the lawyer, glaring at his family. "So," he seethed, "Father's decided to name Bucky over me."
"What does all this mean!?" Mary Beth asked tearfully.
He smirked, "You two couldn't get pregnant. You tried, tried, tried, but just couldn't, so, you adopted me. But just 3 months after I came home, you were giving birth to Bucky - and even better, you gave him Father's name! My whole life, you've all tried to erase me because the adoption was final and there was nowhere to dump me, but then Father started teaching me about the business. He knew I was the eldest - and succession respects birth order!"
"I didn't ask for this," Bucky snapped, his hand flat on your back as you had stopped choking finally but he didn't want to lift his hand from your inviting warmth.
"No? That why you're the one benefitting from everything?" John sneered.
"Benefitting? From our father dying? I understand you feel scorned, but Father made his decision," Bucky reminded. "And I'm sorry he made you feel as if you were guaranteed this job, but this is how it works. Someone's appointed."
"If you were decent, you'd refuse so I could step in and take my place. You know I'm the better fit!"
Happy shook his head, "That's not how this works, kid."
"Excuse me?" John seethed, turning to the lawyer.
"Bucky can't just refuse and you accept," Happy explained. "If the chosen inheritor refuses, then there's a trial to elect a new Boss. You'd have to plead your case to everyone."
John huffed and turned to Bucky, demanding, "Well?"
"I'm not refusing what Father wanted," Bucky decided, making you freeze. "And I'm not useless, John, I know how to do this job."
He scoffed, "Whatever."
"Hang on a second," you whispered, grabbing Bucky's wrist to lean into his side, barely muttering, "baby, are you sure?" He nodded at you, not quite picking up on the question you asked between the lines.
The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr., had been officially read, and after naming Bucky successor, tore apart a fragile family that was barely knit together with frayed string. He knew his decision would cause disruption, yet Senior Barnes made a decision best based on the needs of the organization - not his sons.
Now that John had stormed off, Happy read the rest of the document to ensure there were as little questions as possible; everyone aware of the temper John harnessed - thinking this was his final trigger that made him snap. After hearing the division of assets, you all parted ways with Happy, who promised he'd be in contact with Bucky soon before telling Mary Beth the money would hit her account in a day.
25% of Senior Barnes' savings to Mary Beth. 25% to John. 50% left for Bucky to operate an ever-profiting business.
The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr. had torn apart a mother and (adopted) son; two brothers; and while you didn't want to add to the stress Bucky must've felt, you couldn't hold back. When alone in the car, you lashed out at Bucky - demanding to know how he could make such an important decision without at least consulting you.
"We're together, Bucky, and this is a partnership! One person doesn't get to do everything, we make big-time, life-changing decisions together since it's not just your life you're shaking up!"
"This has nothing to do with you!" Bucky snapped back.
"It's everything to do with me!" You argued. "You're not the only one in this relationship, so you don't get to make unilateral decisions!"
"It's not your job, it's not your family - "
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" You snarled. "Few weeks ago, it was, 'oh, baby, I'm gonna marry you one day. I can't live without you,' and now it's not my family...? What? Not my business? Not my concern?"
"It's up to me to deal with."
"Why couldn't you of just asked for a minute to think?" You asked in a defeated tone. "You could've used a minute or two to talk to me about it before jumping the gun."
"What would you've said?"
"That we could try it out and then if you didn't like it, let it go to trial..."
He nodded, "Not half a bad idea."
"But you didn't think to include me!"
"It's not your life!"
"Oh, go fuck yourself, it's our life. Okay? Like it or not, this is our life we're talking about. Fucking clue me in next time, you irrational fuck."
Bucky took a long breath, "All right, fine, fair enough. I should've included you. I'll do better in the future."
You huffed, crossing your arms, "I doubt it."
Due to the nature of your stress, you didn't push Bucky farther that night. He seemed distracted, and even when you got back to your penthouse apartment, he was sullen and quiet. You spent two hours in bed, alone, tossing and turning, before finally getting up to look for your lover. He was found on the balcony, dried tear tracks left on his cheeks; mutely opening his arm to welcome you onto his lap. Bucky needed you now more than ever, his tears starting again as the funeral now loomed over you all.
Two days later, The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr. was contested on May 18th by... John Walker? Who the fuck...?
"Hi, Happy," you greeted the lawyer at your hotel door, opening it to let him enter.
"Thanks, doll," he smiled. "Where's Mr. Barnes?"
"In here," you lead him to the sitting room, trying to ignore how everyone now called Bucky "Boss" or "Mr. Barnes". When you arrived, the three of you sat to listen to the lawyer speak about whatever he had called an emergency meeting about.
"Who the hell is John Walker?" You wondered softly. "Some rip-off John Wick?
"John, it's John," Happy snickered. "It's John - he's legally changed his adopted name to his birth name. From Barnes to Walker."
"When?"
"Yesterday. Today, he contested the will."
"Fuck's sake," you sighed.
"This inheritance is iron-clad," Happy assured, "but it's enough disruption to shake the men in the organization. Apparently, John's procured a plethora of followers - all ready to march behind him."
"He has fucking supporters?" Bucky mumbled in angry disbelief.
"Enough to make a small dent in our numbers..."
"Can I ask?" You interrupted. "What's John's issue? Why's he so angry?"
Happy glanced at Bucky and saw there was no answer on his lips, so, he told you, "Years ago, Mrs. Barnes struggled to carry children to-term. Eventually, they were told it wouldn't happen, so, they decided to adopt. It took about a year for them to adopt John, but Mary Beth was surprisingly pregnant - gave birth three months after they adopted John, who was about two at the time and understood he had to share the attention of his new parents. That's where the competition started..."
"So, John's mad...?"
"He's the eldest," Happy shrugged. "But Senior Barnes named his firstborn son..."
"What a slap in the face," you frowned, feeling sad for John. "To learn after his father died that... What? He didn't think John was really his son? Was really family?"
Happy nodded, "He was clear when he stated his firstborn son... They were in a feud when Senior Barnes made this revision."
"So, he was just angry - "
"More than that," Happy frowned. "Have you spoken Mr. Stark yet?"
"Tony? Not yet," Bucky answered.
"He's your father's investment banker, works with your father's accountant. John had an unhealthy habit of asking for more and more money to be bailed out. When your father tried to cut him off, he started stealing the money, leading their blow-out."
You blinked in shock.
Bucky just hummed and nodded, deep in thought. "Perhaps it's time to change the banker," he muttered.
"Tony's good," Happy assured, "but John knows how to manipulate people. Your father never wanted to see it, but when John burned through money, he got frustrated."
"Okay," you waved, "new motion. No more business talk until we lay Mr. Barnes to rest, okay? Just let us bury the man, then y'all can plot and plan and do whatever."
"Mr. Barnes - this, Mr. Barnes," he pointed at Bucky, " - has informed me you'll be present going forward...?"
"He did?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, of course, but I'm still asking for a pause," you eased, trying to play down how off-guard you felt. "Let's get through the funeral and we can figure out what to do moving forward."
Bucky agreed and showed Happy out; returning to you not a minute later with his hands on his hips. You cocked your head in question and he answered, "He got rid of the Barnes name..."
"He did."
"He's contesting the will."
"He is."
"He's got supporters in the organization."
"He does."
Bucky took a long breath, telling you, "I'm gonna need your help getting through this, doll."
"That's what I'm here for," you promised.
It was strange, seeing your lover assimilate into such an intense role. You were grateful he had an ON / OFF switch with you, being the kind, sweet, soft-hearted, tender man you fell in love with in private, but the cold, calculating maniac when acting in his newly appointed job. It was intriguing to watch; always content to play dutiful wife when he requested your presence.
You had gone to law school, and because of that, you knew how to take lightning fast notes, so, he liked you being present at his meetings. It was only three days since reading The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr., and in the time, Bucky truly took control. He weeded out most of those who supported John over him, "removing" them from their position in the org., trying to set a precedence for the other men who meant to follow him. He wore suits everyday now, had two different phones, and assigned personal security to you and him.
However, come the 21st, everything came to something of a grinding halt at the funeral. It was a simple set-up: the morning started with a mass, then they'd congregate for a viewing, lastly, transport the body to the grave site. You wore black, like everyone else, and kept a hand on Bucky the entire time - knowing his anxiety made him skittish and prone to his fight or flight reaction. He was quiet, stoic, busying himself by keeping a hand on your form; be it your waist, hip, hand, around your shoulders. To save him from any awkward encounters, you accepted people's grievances with kindness.
The mass was pleasant enough. Short, simple, to the point; offering the death rite prayers Mr. Barnes had designated in his final documents. After that, Bucky kept busy by helping load the casket into the hearse to transport him to the funeral home while you intercepted any conversation. Once at the funeral home, you helped bring in all the floral arrangements as Bucky comforted his mother, no sign of trouble yet.
However, right in the middle of the some 600-person strong memorial, there came a small commotion. You flinched when you saw your security guards hit the floor, John emerging from the stunned crowd with a few men flanking his sides. "Well, ain't this real heart-warmin'," he smirked, eyeing the attending patrons. "Funny seein' you here, Tony, 'cause you always hated Old Man Barnes. You, too, Clint," he pointed out different attendants, "'cause I remember you sayin' you wished you hit The Boss with your car that one Christmas party. Mhm, and you, Natasha, so good to see you here after all the stress you and your little gang caused Father."
"John," Bucky grit, but your hands kept him anchored in place.
"Mhm," John eyed you both, "always restrained by your bitch, huh?"
"What're you doing here?" You deflected. "Why make a scene?"
"Ain't no other way to get y'alls attention," he spread his arms in gusto. "I see you haven't responded to my contention."
"Why would I?" Bucky shot back, taking a more relaxed stance as his arm slung around your shoulders. "It's just the woes of a spoiled brat not getting what he assumes are his dues. Didn't you steal enough from Father when he was alive? What's this? You wanna try again to fuck him up in death by stealing the position he left me?"
John's tongue licked over his teeth, "Strong words."
"You're one to talk. Look, for what it's worth, I am sorry you were short handed, but it's not something we can change. You made a mistake, I get that, but it was Father's money you fucked with, that you stole, and you proved untrustworthy. Why the fuck do you think he'd leave the business to you? Listen, I'd love for you to come into the org officially, but not if you're contesting Father's wishes."
"I'm owed more than I was given," John snapped. "Years I endured his wrath and ruin, years I posed as his perfect and diligent son. To find out now, after his death, that I am not even viewed as family...? I didn't ask to be born, I didn't ask for my parents to die, I didn't ask for your mother to have fertility difficulties, I didn't ask to be adopted, and yet it all happened, but he still, until the end, kept me at arms length. I'm owed more than I was given since he stated in legal documents that I am not his son!"
"This is not the time or place," Bucky warned. "Don't fucking do this."
"No? When, then? Why do it later? When I can get through your security now? You know, you're a tough guy to get close to what with all the security you've hired recently," John smirked, opening his arms in bravado, "and yet, here I am."
"When we are not at our father's funeral, we will talk."
"No," John smirked, shaking his head, "we do this now. Here, and now, at your father's funeral."
You yelped when Bucky shoved you down, ducking swiftly himself to avoid John's swinging fist; launching his own attack, and the entire funeral home erupting in chaos. You gasped when hands grabbed your waist and hauled up - yelping in shock when you recognized Steve's tattoos as he shoved through the crowd.
"What the fuck!?" You demanded when set down on the side of the room.
"Boss' orders," he explained, keeping an eye out on the kerfuffle. "Shit - stay fuckin' here!" He barked, turning for the crowd and disappearing. You felt your panic brewing to a new height as you couldn't see Bucky... In fact, you couldn't see any of the regular men you were used to.
A gun fired, you ducked down.
People screamed, a stampede erupting to empty the funeral home as fast as possible as another shot sounded. You were about to follow the mass of people when Sam became visible, obviously struggling to get to you through the throngs of rushing people.
"C'mere, honey," Sam panted, grabbing hold of you and keeping you close.
"What's going on!?" You begged, a third shot echoing, making the last of the people scream in terror and run faster - pushing people out of their way.
"John's come to play," Sam grit, people bumping into him as he did his best to stand as a pillar to keep you safe. "C'mon," he heaved, leading you towards a side door, opening it to reveal Bucky's mother, Mary Beth, and a few other women - gently pushing you inside and shutting the locked door.
"Fucker," you grumbled, trying to open the locked handle. You sighed, hands on your hips, listening to the commotion outside the door and turning to glare at Mary Beth. "Did you know?"
"Know what?" She asked stiffly.
"That your husband resented John because he was adopted?"
She blinked and lowered her head in thought, releasing a deep, long sigh. "I didn't think it was this bad, I honestly thought things were getting better."
"James wrote John out of the will and now Bucky's the one paying for it," you snapped. "How did you not see this coming?"
"John's always been a good boy - "
"You mean a Mama's Boy. But surely you have to realize, a boy needs both his parents. Especially if he can feel the one parent fostering resentment."
The door rattled and you turned for it, the swinging wood revealing your boyfriend's deranged person. He surveyed the room, a heavy glare on his face, blood and bruising visible through his snarl, and when he locked onto your form, he surged forward, breathing, "Sweetheart."
His hands instantly slid over your cheeks, looking frantic as he took in your appearance - searching for any sign of injury. "I'm okay," you promised him, holding his wrists, "but you're not. Fuck's sake, Buck, you're bleeding."
He scoffed, "John wore rings."
"Pussy boy."
"C'mere," he stooped to scoop you in his arms, "gettin' you home."
"Bucky," you whined lightly.
He readjusted you so you were koala hugging his torso, huddling your head into his neck and insisting, "Don't look. Don't look, baby, don't fucking look."
But you did.
Tears filled your eyes when you identified two dead bodies on the bloody floor, and trailing behind you both, Bucky's footprints - in blood. You tightened your hold on him and whimpered.
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The fire crackled and coughed ash into the air, a comfortable warmth emitting into the otherwise chilly room. Ice cubes sloshed in crystal, the smell of book leather and stale cologne perfumed the air, and four minds all raced with different thoughts.
Bucky, still bruised and sporting cuts on his face, clenched his jaw as he weighed options in his head. Across from him, on a matching leather loveseat, Sam sat beside Steve, handing the blonde a refilled glass of his desired alcohol. You were pressed to your lover's side, everyone replaying the events of this evening.
Sam and Steve filled you in on what went down, Bucky not making a single sound as his men spoke. The details made you feel lightheaded but you wanted to know, and now, more than before, you understood your new reality. Sam told you the names of the two men killed, names you didn't recognize, before wrapping the story up by explaining there were getaway cars waiting outside for John and his men. You spared a glance at Bucky, then asked the two men across from you, "So, what now?"
Silence.
"Now..." Bucky grit his teeth, speaking lowly and evenly, "I do the job I was given. No successful leader ever wanted their position of influence and power, being a reason I know John's the wrong fit for this job. If I step down, he'll slither in..." He nodded, "Time to be the boss, finally."
Your heart cemented and throat constricted, only able to listen to Sam and Steve agree with Buck, then instantly start planning their next move - not wanting to wait til morning.
The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr., was meant to be something clean, peaceful, and fair, and yet, it was anything but. A family without their patriarch, two confused sons sans a father, millions of dollars worth of inheritance left to be fought over, a wife off the deep end and a mother unavailable to the world; a feud brewing and sides being chose.
It wasn't supposed to come to this, James Barnes, Sr., wasn't a vindictive man. He didn't anticipate this kind of reaction, he just wanted to do something "right" without contest. He was incredibly wrong, though he'd never know it; leaving a mess in his wake that Bucky was responsible to clean.
You listened to the men devise the beginnings of a plan before whispering to Bucky you were going to sleep. After bidding Sam and Steve a goodnight, you left Senior Barnes' home study - you and Bucky moving in basically after The Last Will and Testament of James Barnes, Sr.. It was a gorgeous home, lost in time; inviting guests into her many halls; to discover all her secrets.
You found the bedroom you and Bucky had claimed, trying not to overwhelm yourself with reality. Truth was, you loved Bucky more than life but you started dating years ago - when he was a different man. When his father's wishes were different. Where different circumstances seemed plausible to your future together. However, this wasn't what you signed up for; and never did you (or Bucky) anticipate for him to be named heir.
You went to bed that night frazzled, rattled, alone, cold, and with severe heart palpitations; wishing to God your man would back down, but knew it was foolish to waste hope on the inevitable.
So, you fell asleep wondering if life with this "new" Bucky was worth living... Did you truly want to be with a man with such a dangerous job? A job that caused a crowd-fight at a funeral before creating need for more funerals? A job that would steal his time, money, effort, attention... A job that would affect you both in ways you couldn't begin to fathom?
Was loving Bucky worth this kind of conflict?
Of course, he was!
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Get up Buck - B.Barnes X reader
Here it is! The final part.
I hope you all enjoy :)
TW; suicide, death, character death, swearing, (happy ending tho!)
PART 1
PART 2
“She is to be kept on 24 hour surveillance for the next four days. She is going to be tired and weak and you need to be looking after it. It is going to be hard work for everyone involved and you need to never make her feel bad for it” The Psych Doctor explained to Steve and Tony, 
“I understand, I can promise she will be safe” Tony said firmly, “Is she ready to go?” 
“You’ve signed all the consent forms?” The doctor asked 
“Everything’s been signed and paid for” Steve said, “I’d just like to get her home” 
“On the understanding that you bring her back the moment you can’t handle it” 
“I don’t need handling” Y/N said firmly appearing in the doorway of her room, 
“I didn’t mean it like that” The doctor said gently 
“You can’t keep me here so if you don’t want me at the compound I can go home” She said, and Tony felt his heart break.
“We want you at the compound” Tony placed his hand softly on hers, 
“Are you sure?” Y/N asked searching Tony’s face for any sign of uncertainty 
“Yes” Tony said, picking up her suitcase that was packed 
“Y/N, here is a few emergency numbers you can call if things get bad again” the doctor said handing Y/N a pamphlet filled with self-help book recommendations and numbers for therapists. 
“She won’t need them, but thank you” Steve said 
The ride to the compound was filled by the soft humming of Wanda to the radio, Steve and Bucky muttering in the back of the car and Nat trying to pull conversation out of Tony who was clearly preoccupied with googling all the best therapists near to the compound. Y/N had her head resting on the cool glass of the window as the compound rolled into view. It was a sight she had wanted to forget, her hands balled up in her shirt trying to disperse some of the anxiety of moving in. Tony had taken her to her apartment a few hours before to get her things together. 
“I gave Vis and Clint clear instructions for your room, your stuff will be in there” Wanda said 
“They won’t have unpacked it though?” Y/N double checked 
“No of course they won’t have” Steve said softly “We will have to check your bags though” 
“I’m not going to smuggle in anything that’s going to hurt me” Y/N said with a roll of her eyes, 
“We can’t take that risk, you can choose whoever to check through them but we have to check” Steve said in an authoritative tone
“Nat” Y/N said quietly 
“Sounds good sweetheart” Nat said with a soft smile, 
“Movie night tonight, what are we watching?” Tony said trying to lighten the mood 
“I think it’s Bucky’s turn to pick” Wanda said gently, Bucky felt his heart squeeze
“Friends” He said without skipping a beat 
“Friends?” Tony asked, 
“Yeah, I want to watch Friends tonight” He said, he knew it was Y/N’s favourite show to watch when she was feeling down. It wasn’t much but it was a start to making her feel better. 
“That’s not a movie but I guess we can watch it” Tony said with a huff,
“Y/N sweet or salty popcorn?” Wanda asked 
“Either, I think I’ll probably head to bed. So it might be a better idea for someone else to choose” She said quietly 
“I want both” Clint interrupted, as the car rolled to a stop 
“Nat can you show Y/N her room?” Tony said as they climbed out the car. 
It had been two days, Tony had kept Y/N under close super-vision. Not that she would have known it. He made sure that all the agents had been briefed to know that she was to be treated normally, just like she had been treated when she was at the compound with Bucky. 
“You need some sleep” Steve said as Tony slumped into the meeting room with yet another cup of coffee
“Everyone’s either too tired or on missions to do the over night shifts of watching her, so I don’t have a choice” Tony said “Sleep is for the weak” 
“What if I took the overnight tonight?” Bucky suggested “You’re giving her the sleeping tablets so she won’t wake up, I’m not on missions this week so I don’t mind one all-nighter” 
“What would you do if she did wake up?” Tony asked, Bucky knew it was a test. He wasn’t stupid, but there was a part of him that was insulted 
“I’d come and get you or Steve and I’d stay away” Bucky said, it was a lie, he wasn’t sure how he’d react. Wasn’t sure if he could stay that far away from her if she was hurting, but he had to try
“I don’t know” Tony said warily 
“It’s one night, then you can look after her 24/7 the rest of the week” Steve suggested, 
“Fine” Tony agreed. 
The night was going smoothly, Bucky felt a little like a stalker watching Y/N sleep on the secret cameras Tony had installed. But he took a little bit of comfort in watching her so peacefully, it had been one of his favourite past-times when they were together. Not that she ever knew about it, back then she would have teased him mercilessly if she had found out. He would have loved it, he’d love it even more if she was to find that spark again, but he knew better than to wish for that much. 
Y/N stirred a little in her sleep and Bucky felt his chest tighten, she was wearing his shirt. He was sure he had lost it months ago, yet here it was. Bucky zoomed in a little on the camera to check that she wasn’t waking up, her face contorting into a pained grimace. Suddenly she sat bolt upright and was desperately searching in the duvet for something. Bucky could sense the panic, his hand hesitating over the button that would call Tony and Steve. Until she stopped, her hands wrapped around something. Something that Bucky couldn’t believe. And so he called for Steve. 
“Is she okay?” Steve asked out of breath, 
“I need you to put me in a cell tonight” Bucky said calmly, it wasn’t a request Steve wanted to hear, 
“What’s going on? Do I need to call Shuri?” 
“She’s got the bear” Bucky said quietly, 
“The bear?” Steve asked in a dumbfounded way, he knew it was the middle of the night but his brain was desperately trying to keep up with Bucky’s train of thought
“When we were together we went to this bear shop, where you could design your own and she made a Bucky Bear” He said, tears daring to fall from his eyes “She  paid extra for her bear to have a matching arm to mine” His metal fingers flexed, “I always said that as long as she had the bear I’d be with her” His voice broke on the last syllable 
“Buck” 
“I need you to put me in a cell because otherwise I’m going to go in there and I can’t betray Tony like that” 
“I won’t lock you up” Steve said 
“Then call Tony” Bucky snapped 
“No” Steve said firmly 
“Steve I have very little willpower right now. I can’t stay away from her when she’s hurting like this” Bucky said 
“I don’t think you should” Steve said quietly, “I think she needs you” 
“She hates me” 
“She doesn’t” 
That was all Bucky needed to hear, he was soon outside her door, his knuckles tapping on the soft wood of her door. It creaked open to show Y/N with tear trails down her cheeks. She didn’t dare move when she saw Bucky, almost as though she had forgotten how to. 
“Y/N,” Bucky started but he couldn’t find the words 
“What did you want Bucky?” She asked tiredly rubbing her eyes, 
“I can’t” He took a deep breath “I lied, when I broke up with you. I lied to keep you safe, I was scared I was corrupting you. I wanted to keep you safe and I fucked up. But Y/N, I need to make it better tonight. I need you to let me hold you” he rambled quickly, 
“Bucky” Y/N started 
“I promise I will talk to you properly in the morning, you can yell or tell me you hate me, but please I can’t loose you. I won’t loose you. I need you to want to live, and I swear I will prove to you ever single day that life is worth it. Just please Y/N, if you can’t live for you, then live for me?” Bucky said he fell onto his knees begging Y/N, 
“Get up Buck” she said softly 
“Y/N” He started 
“I’ve always slept better with you in the room” she admitted. 
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bucksangel · 25 days
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angel ik it’s about 12 hours later since you posted about being bored and wanting some asks, but i’ve just woken up and am just imagining how it would feel waking up next to bucky, him trying to pull you back into bed with “come back to bed doll, it’s too early to get up” as he basically drags you into him so he can have you in his arms again. (can you tell i want a bucky to stop me from going to work by basically suffocating me in his arms) 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
ok ok but same?? i just woke up and thank GOD i don't have to work today bc if i did and had a bucky in my bed i'd be forced to call out bc there's no way i'm gonna pass up the opportunity to get squished to death between those arms
and now you've given me inspo so here you go <3 (this is also the shortest thing i've ever written it feels weird)
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Just One More
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 828
warnings: fluff fluff fluff, kissing and smooching, that's it i think
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Everything is soft, warm, and hazy, it’s almost like being wrapped in the morning sun's rays as you float across the sky on a cloud. True peace exists only at this moment; Bucky’s arms are wrapped around your body, sleeping with his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair, absentmindedly kissing the top of his head.
But then your damn alarm decides to go off louder than ever - the alarm’s tone doesn’t change, it just always seems to be louder whenever you’re too comfortable to get out of bed. And dear Lord you don’t want to. You want to stay right here all day, only getting up to eat or use the bathroom. Other than that, you’d be adamant that neither of you were to leave your little bubble of love.
You’re nearly unable to reach your phone due to Bucky lying almost fully on top of you, but you manage to snag it before the alarm gives him a rude wake-up. Upon stopping it, you drop your phone on the pillow next to you, wrapping your arm around Bucky’s back again to rub up and down in a soothing motion. He stirs under your touch, rubbing his face into your chest like he’s a cat burrowing into a blanket, hiding from the world in the hopes of being allowed a few more minutes of sleep.
He groans when you laugh, your fingernails scratching at his scalp.
“Honey?” You whisper softly, kissing his forehead. “Baby, come on, we have to get up.”
“No,” he grunts, blindly reaching up one of his arms so he can cover your eyes with his hand. “Go back to sleep.”
You can’t help but laugh a little louder, especially when Bucky starts grumbling about needing his beauty sleep.
“You’re beautiful enough,” you say with a smile, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand off of your face so you can kiss his palm. “We need to get ready.”
Huffing, Bucky lifts his head, blinking several times before giving you a look so mean that others might be afraid, but it only makes you giggle harder. He’s such a baby. And it’s absolutely impossible not to kiss that pout off of his face, so you do. You press a soft, lingering kiss to his plush lips until he stops his whining and leans into it. But then you pull away, and Bucky pouts again.
“You’re going to wake me up and only give me one kiss?” He huffs again as he lifts himself off of your body so he can hover over you, one hand planted next to your head while the other grabs your left hand, threading your fingers together and bringing them up to his mouth so he can kiss your knuckles. “You know I’m going to need at least three more before I can even consider letting you out of this bed.”
“Three?” You ask with a laugh, using your free hand to cup his cheek. “How about two?”
“Four,” He grunts, eyes squinting.
“One?”
“Now that’s just rude!” Bucky exclaims as he pulls further back so he can truly look at you so incredulously that you can’t help but laugh again. “One kiss isn’t good enough. I need five.”
“Oh, now it’s five kisses?” Your giggling continues when he nods, dipping down to steal one. “How about this: I give you four more kisses and then we get up and get ready. Then I’ll give you another five kisses before we leave. Deal?”
Bucky sighs, knowing he’s lost this battle. Damn you and your tempting lips.
“Fine,” He grumbles, leaning down again.
With each kiss he gives you, you mumble one, two, three. But the final kiss gets a little more heated. His tongue slips through your lips and into your mouth, neither of you caring about the fact that you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. How can you when the man you love is so adamant about showing his affection for you that he gets genuinely upset when he can’t even hold your hand?
Before you lose yourself too far in the kiss, you pull away breathlessly. “Four.”
Bucky sighs, pulling away and rolling off your body. He gives you his best puppy dog eyes while you sit up and stretch, letting the blanket fall into your lap. It’s just as you move to get out of bed when he grabs your wrist again.
“Baby,” He says, causing you to turn and look at him with a playfully raised eyebrow. “Just one more?”
He smiles when you roll your eyes because just like he can never say no to you, he knows that you’d never deny him of anything that makes him happy. One final time, you lean over and kiss him, pulling away almost immediately so he can’t wrap his arms around you - because then you know you’d never leave the bed.
“Now, come on. We can’t be late to our own wedding.”
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ravenromanova · 7 months
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Under the stars
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Pairings: Tfws Bucky x Female reader (reader is steve’s sister)
Warnings: Mentions of death, Minor violence, Smut 18+!!!!, Daddy kink, Breeding kink, Dom Bucky, Sub reader, Spanking. Angst, Fluff
Summary: It’s been 3 years since you and Bucky broke up and now you’re attending a party for Sam aka The man taking up your brothers mantle. Bucky attends the same party since he’s his partner and when he sees you he decides to say something. What happens when you see and talk to the man who broke your heart again.
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You step out of the black S.U.V with the help of your driver and bodyguard Mason. He takes your hand as you step out in your black stilettos and strapless red dress. You look over at him as he shuts the door and he gives you a reassuring nod. Sucking in a deep breath and swallowing your nerves you take his hand and walk into the party.
The bright lights and loud crowd are enough to make you wanna throw up. In all reality the only reason you’re here is because Sam begged you to come. And you also felt obligated to come since he is taking up your late brothers mantle as Captain America. You look around the room in attempt to either find Sam or the bar. Luckily for you, you saw the bar first.
“I’m gonna head to the bar you stay here and I’ll find you if i need you okay?” You told Mason and let go of his hand ans he gives you a soft smile and nod.
You saunter over to the bar and as the very handsome bartender for a vodka cranberry. Only a few seconds later he’s handing it to you. Thanking the man and handing him $10 you take your drink and so stand at a high top table. You look around the room and take in the memorabilia of your brother.
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You sigh as you see pictures of him and you in the war, smile at the pictures of him and the other avengers. Deciding that you wanna go look around you walk over to what looks like another exhibit. There’s pictures of Steve and you as children, There’s a statue of him that makes you tear up a little. About fifteen minutes go by and you see a collage of him and Bucky. The breath hitches in your throat you you decided that you needed some air.
You push past the sea of people before you finally get to the balcony. You go and hide in a corner where you know no one can see you. All the feelings you’ve pushed down for three years are starting to come up. Losing Your brother, Nat and Tony, You’re breakup with Bucky, Your trauma you’ve left untreated. It’s all too much for you and you sit against the wall.
Time feels like it goes by extremely slow as you look up at the stars. You mutter an ‘i miss you guys’ to the stars before standing up and making your way back inside.
~Inside from Buckys perspective~
Bucky sees you the moment you walk inside the party. Sam had told him that he had invited you tonight in the midst of conversation. Bucky had tried to not give away the face that he was excited to see you again. It had been a little over three years since he told you he needed a break and then left without another word.
He didn’t mean for it to happen like it did but the pain of losing three of his friends mixed with him still dealing with his demons from HYDRA, he no longer thought he was good enough for you. So he did what he does best and ran. Bucky quickly regretted that and was soon the most miserable man on the planet.
Him and Sam were fighting more since Bucky was being careless on mission and being a dick more too. He also developed a drinking habit even though he couldn’t get drunk. Sam had told him after a talk you two had that you didn’t wanna hear about or talk to Bucky. So he told Bucky not to contact you anymore after he had called you like ten times, his heart broke but he agreed.
He missed you like crazy and when Sam had told him you were coming he knew this was fate giving him one more chance. And he sure as hell wasnt gonna let it just slip by. So naturally when he saw you walk in with the red dress he loved so much he knew the stars her aligned for the night.
He watched as you walked in with some man and he immediately tensed up. When he saw you leave the man and go to the bar he was gonna make his move til he saw you walk over to the exhibit, He knew you should be alone so he waited. Bucky didn’t want to upset you further when he saw you walk out. He waited til you came back inside.
~Back inside your perspective~
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You walked back inside and got another drink before trying to find either Sam or Mason. Unfortunately for you they were nowhere to be found. You huffed and tried to text Mason but got no response. You just decided to stand at a table and just people watch. Everyone around you was dressed to the nines and you felt a little out of place but you reminded yourself of why you were there.
The thoughts that plagued your mind were soon cut off when you smelt a very familiar cologne followed by an even more familiar voice. ”Hello Doll” He says from behind you. “It’s been a while” You hear as you turn to face him and your breath hitches.
It makes you a few moments to take him in before speaking. He’s wearing all all black suit, with his hair tied off into a low bun at the base of his neck. He has his metal hand out and showing it proudly and not covered with a glove and he looks damn good.
“Hi James” You finally say after an ungodly amount of time. He smiles and walks to the other side of the table across from you.
“You look good”He smiles softly “I didn’t expect to see you here” He lies as he takes a sip of his whiskey.
“Well i could say the same” Your reply is a little shorter sounding than you’d like but you cant help but feel a plethora of emotions as he’s in front of you.
“Well Sam and i are partners so i came to show my support as his partner and friend along with Steves old partner” Bucky replies and you wince at the mention of your brother but are happy that Bucky and Sam are getting along.
“Well im glad you’re doing something good for yourself and other people. I’m proud of you” Your response catches the both of you off guard and you try to play it off. “I came because Sam begged and i figured i should be here to honor steve a little” Out of instinct Bucky grabs your hand and rubs this thumb over your knuckles. You take comfort in the moment before your heart breaks all over again remembering your last conversation.
Bucky had just gotten home from a week long mission and he did not look okay. You tried to talk t him when he walked into your shared apartment but he ignored you. You huffed and followed him into your bedroom and sawn him packing.
“You have another mission so soon?” You asked as you titled your head and saw he was packing more than just stuff for a mission. Bucky ignored your question and continued packing.
“Bucky? i asked you a question” Concern was dripping off of your words as you reach for his arm. He rips his arm away from you and faces you.
“I need a break” Is all Bucky says before he takes the two duffel bags, Leaves his keys on the bed and walks out without another word. That night you waited for him to come home but he never did. Then a week later Sam tells you that Bucky is at his house.
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And that was the last time either of you spoke to each other until now. You snap out of your thoughts and pull your hand away from his and go to walk away not being able to handle this.
Bucky follows you out when you walk to the balcony again. You press your back against a wall and run a hand through your hair as you try to holdback tears. He comes up to and places his left hand on your shoulder and you jump from the touch of the cool metal. You back away from him as tears start to fall.
“Go away James- i cant do this” The words come out softer than you expected.
He sighs and his heads hangs low. “i-im sorry y/n when i saw you walk in tonight and i just had to talk to you and tell you how sorry i am for how i left” Bucky doesn’t meet your gaze and just stares at his feet as he talks.
“Just don’t okay? because if you were actually sorry you would’ve have left me James” You say as you scoff in disbelief at him and just look up at the stars instead of at him. He comes closer to you and puts his hand on your back for comfort.
“I’m sorry y/n i fucked up big time. And i didn’t realize it til it was too late. But i wanna fix this. us” He point to the each of you with a pleading look in his eyes.
You sigh and grip the railing before looking at him. As you face him he lifts his head and meets your gaze. His eyes are filled with pain and regret and you can see that very clearly.
“James i- i dont know” Your voice faltered as you spoke. “You broke me. It took me months to be able to talk to anyone or just be a person again. Don’t get me wrong yes i miss you. But i cant trust you” Bucky just looks at you and takes your hand in his without saying anything.
“Please dol- y/n please let me make it up to you. Let me love you properly this time. I know i fucked up i was a coward, i convinced myself i wasnt good enough for you so i did what i thought was best and left- im so fucking sorry y/n please” Bucky pleads as he puts hi metal hand against your cheek. Almost immediately you lean into his cool touch and sigh.
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“That wasnt your choice to make, If i didn’t think you were good enough or whatever i wouldn’t have been in love with you since the fucking 30’s i know you think that your past is to fucked up to deserve love, but what about mine? What about what the red room made me? You aren’t the only one who lost parts of yourself but when Steve went back you were the only thing i had left… and then you well left.” You lock eyes with him as you voice shakes when you speak.
He sighs and decides to take a leap of faith. Bucky walks closer to you and wraps his flesh hand around your waist and pull you close. You can feel his breath on your lips as you look at him. He doesn’t say anything as his metal hand moves to the back of your head, Bucky leaned down and connects your lips. And even though a part of you wants to you don’t pull away.
In fact you relish in the kiss and try to fight him for dominance but end letting him win. It’s a combination of teeth and tongues but neither of you care. You both has missed each other a lot more than anticipated. You don’t even know how much time has past when you two break the kiss and finally get some air.
“Take me home” Is all you whisper after a few seconds of looking at each other. Bucky wastes no time in grabbing your hand and leading you out the building. You shoot Mason a message telling you are going home with someone and you’ll see him tomorrow. Once you and Bucky get outside he throws you over his shoulder and walks over to his car.
“I can walk you know” You giggle as he smacks your ass and tells you to hush. He gets to the car and open the passenger door and puts you in along with buckling you in before getting in on his side.
Bucky starts the car and speeds off to his apartment which is luckily only a ten minute drive, but with how desperate he is to touch you he’s gonna cut it in half. You place your hand on his thigh and lean your head on his shoulder as he drives. Slowly you move your hand over his clothed cock and he groans.
“Behave” He turns and looks at you and you stick out your bottom lip and pout.
“But daddy i’ve missed you” Your hand moved up higher and gently palmed his cock through his pants. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t get very far in your teasing as he pulled in to the driveway.
“You’re fucked now Malyshka” His voice was rough and deep as he parked the car. And before you could even register what was happening your door was open. He threw you over his shoulder yet again. You squeal at him and playfully smack his back. He pays you no mind as he unlocks the front door and carries you up the stairs.
He opens his bedroom door and throws you on his king size bed. ‘strip’ He commands and you are quick to rid yourself of your heels first, Then you make a show of taking off the dress that clings to your body. Slowly and ever so painfully you unzip the dress and let it slowly fall down to your breasts.
“Oh fuck Kotenok” He groans as you are finally left in your dark red lingerie set that he actually bought for you years ago. “Come here” Before you know he’s at the end of the bed and your back is pressed against his chest. His hands roam your soft skin and you moan as he teases your clit a little.
“Please daddy no teasing tonight been too long.” The desperation evident in your voice. Bucky was quick to turn you around and toss you on your back.
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“Fuck i’ve missed you” He admits as he crawls up to you and hovers his body over yours. His lips are quick to connect to the sweet spot on your neck and his hands find your breasts. Quicker than you can fathom he’s removing your bra and takes a nipple in his mouth.
“Fuck daddy” The words come out broken as you moan at the contact. He takes your nipple and brings it between his teeth and nips it slightly and your back arches.
“Please fuck me” He quickly obliged and removed your panties but not without kissing all over your plush thighs. He’s quick to open up your wet folds with his metal fingers. Bucky moans at the sight of your wet pussy in the moonlight that had shone through the window.
“So pretty Malysh” You dont have a chance to respond as he takes no time in devouring your pussy like he’s starved. Taking the sensitive bundle of nerves in between his lips he sucks until he pulls out a moan from you.
“S-So good” You incoherently mutter and he takes that has his sign to stick two of his metal fingers in you. Involuntarily you grind yourself onto his hand and his flesh hand holds your hips down and he speeds up.
“Fuck baby you’re so tight. Did you not let anyone touch this pretty pussy the whole time we were broken up? Did you save this pussy for daddy?” Not trusting your voice you just nod your head and he mutters a ‘good girl’ as he fucks you harder. He adds a third finger while sucking on your clit and in no time your hands are tangled in his hair and your cumming on his tongue.
“Ive missed how sweet you taste malysh. Now get on all fours and put that pretty ass in the air for me.” Bucky commands and you do what you’re told. You stick your ass in the air with a little wiggle and soon get a firm smack to the ass and you moan at the contact.
He comes up behind you and runs his hard cock over your pussy to collect your slick on it. You back your ass up on him as a sign for him to fuck you already. With a chuckle he takes the hint and one of his hands grasps your hips while the other lines his cock up with your hole. Both of you let out a pornographic moan when he bottoms out.
“Oh fuck daddy i’ve missed you so fucking much” You scream as he starts up a slow pace since he doesn’t wanna hurt you… yet. His pace stays slow for a few more minutes before he decides to ruin you. He grips your hips and pulls you back on his cock as he fucks you. You lose all upper body strength and fall face first into the pillows with a loud moan.
“You feel so fucking good malysh fuck im gonna fill you up so good and maybe even put a baby in you” He says and the idea of you having his kids drives you insane.
“Please please put a baby in me daddy. I want you to breed me” You plead with soft cry. His eyes blow out with lust as you speak and he thrusts into you harder and faster than you’ve ever had. You can feel the coil in your stomach about to snap again as he snaps his hips into yours.
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“Yea? you’d like that wouldn’t you? being my little fucking breeding slut. Use you like the fucking slut you are” He asks but he already knows the answer. And honestly the idea of getting you pregnant makes him even hornier.
“FUCK DADDY PLEASE” You scream as you cum all over Buckys cock which in turn leads him to cum as well as he feels your walls clench down on him.
“Oh fuck” Bucky moans as his head falls back and he fucks his cum into you before slowly pulling out. When he pulls out you roll over to on your back panting. You move the hair that’s suck to your forehead in attempt to collect yourself. Bucky gets off the bed to go grab a towel from the bathroom so he can clean you. He makes his way over to your fucked out body and smiles softly at the sight of you back in his bed.
“Come here Malyshka let me clean you” You nod your head and open your legs. Wincing at the cold cloth you try to move away from it but he doesn’t let you. “its okay once i clean you we can go to sleep” He says quietly as he finishes and throws the towel on the floor.
Bucky lays next to you and lays you on his chest along with covering you both with the comforter. Neither of you say anything as you just revel in being with each other again. Even though a little part of you is still unsure about this, being with him again you decide your gonna give it a try anyway.
“I want to try again” You’re the first one to speak and break the silence. You can physically feel the deep breath Bucky let down and you look up to see him with tears in his eyes.
“Thank you Malysh. I promise i wont hurt you again.” As he speaks you can tell he means what he says and you send him a soft smile at his words.
“I love you Bucky” You say finally using his nickname again. He can’t help but smile like a fool and kiss you passionately.
“I love you too doll, Now get some sleep its been a day” You nod your head and cuddle into his chest before falling into a deep sleep.
Bucky smiles as he looks down at you asleep. He finally got his girl back. He turns his head and looks out the window at the stars and smiles.
“Thank you guys” He mutters before closing his eyes drifting off with you in his arms and a smile on his face.
~The end
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The Eye of the Hurricane [12] - Chase
A.N: Here’s the new chapter my loves! ❤️ Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️
Summary: Some car rides aren’t relaxing.
Word Count: 3200
Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Violence, death, guns, crime, blood, explicit language. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.
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You hummed a song as you walked through the luxurious duplex penthouse, following the real estate agent who looked thrilled to be there.
“The skyline is absolutely gorgeous as you can see,” she said. “And just letting you know, I already have three very interested buyers—”
“They’ll wait,” you stated calmly and she paused for a moment, then smiled at you.
“Of course!” she said. “Just—you know, just a fun fact! Anyway, this floor has an open kitchen and two guest bedrooms, a bathroom…”
“Two guest rooms?”
“One of which could be turned into a nursery,” she said and winked at you. “Or you could hire me when it’s time for a family home.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said with a weary smile, “but let’s just take that off the table for the moment.”
She held up her hands.
“And the upstairs has the primary bedroom suite with its own breathtaking terrace of course, the master bathroom and two walk in closets. Perfect for a newlywed couple if you ask me!”
You nodded your head. “Are the windows bulletproof?”
She blinked a couple of times.
“…I doubt it?” she said. “But we’re on the 50th floor.”
“And surrounded by other 50 floor skyscrapers,” you said and heaved a sigh. “That’s fine, we’ll get it fixed if we decide on this one.”
 “Would you like to see the terrace?” she motioned and before you could say anything, you heard footsteps coming closer and you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky stepping into the apartment.
“Hi gorgeous,” he said and approached you to press a kiss on top of your head, then turned to the real estate agent. “Viola. It's a pleasure to see you again.”
“Oh the pleasure is all mine Mr. Barnes,” she said with a giggle, a smile lighting up her face and you looked between them, raising your brows.
“Would you give us a moment while we check the terrace please, Viola?” you asked as you pulled Bucky by his vibranium arm to the huge sliding glass doors, then stepped outside.
Dear God, the skyline was absolutely gorgeous.
“So,” Bucky said. “What do you think?”
You clicked your tongue. “Before I answer that, I have a quick question.”
“Hm?”
“Did you fuck our real estate agent?”
He tilted his head, furrowing his brows together. “What?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Well because she got all flustered and smiley, and if you did it’s totally fine but it’s gonna be a little awkward honestly—”
“I didn’t!” he said. “She helped with Becca’s apartment, that’s how we know each other.”
“You own multiple skyscrapers in this part of the town and you needed a real estate agent?”
“Do I look like I am personally handling any of the buildings I own?” he asked and you rolled your eyes.
“Fine, fine…” you said. “So why were you late again? You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.”
“My mom dropped by the office,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and you frowned.
“Why?”
“She wants us to reconsider the guest list.”
“You mean she wants us to invite more people?” you asked and he nodded his head.
“Yup. Good for business, apparently.”
“The guest list and the seating chart are already finished,” you said and he sat down on the nearest sofa which looked so comfortable from where you were standing.
“I mean, would inviting more people hurt?”  
“Yeah Bucky, it would hurt my head,” you said as you glanced at the fireplace in the corner of the terrace, then flung yourself on the armchair across from the sofa. “Winnifred is such a boy mom.”
“Oh come on,” he said with a small laugh. “She loves you.”
“Uh huh, until our divorce.”
He paused for a moment, then cleared his throat.
“I’m kind of convinced your father might actually shoot me when we announce our divorce, so...”
“He won’t shoot you,” you told him, waving a hand in the air. “That being said, we’re not inviting more people.”
“I told her the same thing, that’s why it took me half an hour to convince her,” he said, leaning back to shoot you a mischievous grin. “But I think she’ll get over it if we promise to name our firstborn daughter after her.”
You hummed. “You can get a fish.”
“A fish?”
“A tankful of them, you can name all of them after your family members,” you said and sat up straighter. “So, the apartment?”
“I’m good with it if you are,” he said and stole a look at the windows. “I don’t know shit about this building though, are the windows bulletproof?”  
“I asked the same thing, she said probably not.”
“It’s fine, we can get that fixed,” he said and you felt a smile curling your lips, then kicked at his shoe with yours.
“Come on,” you said as you got up from the armchair. “We should take a look at upstairs, apparently the terrace there is breathtaking as well.”
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Apart from the fact that it only had two guest rooms, the penthouse was absolutely perfect. You figured since you were going to get a divorce, you didn’t really need multiple guest rooms at this point, and you were pretty sure you were going to use one of them as an armory anyway.
Before you would meet Becca and Leila for dinner, your father had asked you for lunch together so after you were done at the penthouse -your new home, you reminded yourself- you made your way to the familiar skyscraper of your father’s company, but then checked your wristwatch and pursed your lips together.
You were half an hour early, and you really didn’t feel like seeing Ian any more than necessary.
You took a look at the café across from the skyscraper and lingered there for a moment, then approached there and sat down at a table. The waitress came to you to take your order and you ordered a latte before pulling out your phone to text Becca about the penthouse, but before you could send all the photos, someone pulled the chair across from yours to sit down, making your head snap up.
“Romanoff?” you squeaked out, staring at the beautiful redhead and she gave you a calm smile.
“Natasha is fine,” she said. “Do you mind?”
“Not—not at all!” you managed to say, sitting up straighter. Even though Natasha was one of the major player in the city, you two hadn’t really spent any time together just like you and Stark. You knew she was good friends with Steve and sort of friends with Bucky, but other than that, she was mostly a mystery to you.
“I had a meeting with your father,” she said, pointing at the building with her thumb. “Was just leaving when I saw you and I figured I could give you my congratulations about the wedding.”
“Ah,” you said, nodding fervently. “Thanks. I um—I really appreciate it.”
“Quite the fast wedding though,” she pointed out, making you gulp.
“Yeah we figured, you know, we’ve known each other for all our lives.”
“Right,” she said. “Of course. So are you going to take over right after the wedding then?”
Your eyes widened and you gawked at her while the waitress brought your coffee, and turned to her.
“Could I get you anything?”
“No thank you, I won’t stay for long,” Natasha said and the waitress walked away as you cleared your throat.
“Um, I—” you stammered. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Her gaze was almost reprimanding as if you were trying to make her believe the table in front of her didn’t exist. You knew she was smart, no one who wasn’t smart would be able to survive at the top in this business for so long, but you had been hoping that you weren’t that obvious at the very least.
“I’m asking because if you’re going to do it at the wedding, I’m going to eat something beforehand,” she pointed out. “Considering your idiot cousin is not going to just let that happen, if bullets start flying…”
“What makes you think I want to take over?”
She let out a small laugh.
“Oh come on,” she said. “I never took you as naïve, the least you could do is return the favor. Not to mention, if you want me on your side when the time comes, you’re going to have to cut the bullshit.”
“And if that were true,” you said after a beat. “If I wanted to take over, what would be your opinion?”
She hummed.
“Well,” she trailed off. “For starters, you would make a better business partner than Ian, so you have that going for you.”  
“But…?”
“But you have no field experience,” she pointed out. “And practically zero support in the family.”
“I don’t necessarily need family support to take over,” you said. “It’s happened before. Most people follow power, no matter who holds it.”
“And the experience?”
“I have the training,” you said. “I’ll prove myself, I know very well that I have to.”
She arched a brow, then let a small smile curl her lips.
“Not to mention I’d keep the truce after taking over,” you said. “You can’t say the same thing for Ian.”
“Not very subtle, that one,” she murmured and you licked your lips.
“How did you know though?” you asked. “That I wanted it?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Your father has two starving dogs and only one steak,” she said. “Doesn’t take a genius, really. I told Clint about it way before you and Bucky got engaged.”
You huffed out a laugh and she pushed her chair back, then stood up.
“I mean you do have the training so you know how it ends, don’t you?” she asked. “One of you will have to tear the other’s throat out.”
That made you swallow thickly and you nodded your head, your teeth clenched together. She kept your gaze in hers for a couple of seconds, then shrugged her shoulders.
“Good luck,” she said calmly and walked away from you to get into her car, and you slid a little in your chair, your heart pounding in your chest.
“Thanks,” you muttered. “Good talk.”
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You had sent your bodyguards away for the night considering Becca already had hers who would accompany you to the nightclub. She had insisted on driving her car on the way there and you had a strong feeling that it was her way of showing Leila there was nothing to be intimidated about the business or her place in it, and that she could adapt to the civilian life just fine.
Love made people do all sorts of things, apparently.
Becca’s bodyguards’ car was following you as you leaned your head on the window, making yourself comfortable in the backseat and you took a look at your phone, then cleared your throat.
“Do you guys think I should text Ethan?”
Becca frowned at you from the rearview mirror before turning her attention on the road and Leila turned sideways in the passenger seat so that she could see you better.
“Do you want to?”
“I mean I feel like I should,” you said. “Technically, the guy took a bullet for me.”
Becca let out a noise of disagreement. “The guy took a bullet while you were there, it’s not the same thing.”
“He wouldn’t have got shot if I weren’t there though,” you pointed out and Leila hummed.
“I mean he’s gonna have to get over the fact that you’re in love with someone else and getting married,” she said. “If you’re friends…”
“We are.”
“You were only friends because he was hoping it would turn into a relationship,” Becca sang in a teasing manner and you rolled your eyes at her.
“I actually like spending time with him though,” you said. “I don’t know, I can’t help feel a bit guilty because—”
You were interrupted when a police car turned the corner to get in between you and Becca’s bodyguards’ car and flashed its headlights, signaling at you to pull over. Becca’s eyes snapped up to yours in the rearview mirror as your stomach dropped and you sat up straighter while Leila looked over her shoulder.
“Babe, they’re telling us to pull over.”
Becca’s jaw clenched before she cleared her throat while you unbuckled your seatbelt.
“Do you mind changing seats with Y/N, my love?”
“Why?”
“Because that’s not the police,” you told her. “No police in this city ever stops us.”
“What do you—” she started but let out a scream when another car hit Becca’s bodyguards car from the side, making it stop as the bullets started flying. Becca reached out to make her duck and you looked back, letting out a curse.
“Leila, the car is bulletproof,” Becca said, her voice calm as if there weren’t bullets hitting the car. “It’s all going to be fine, I just need you to change seats with Y/N.”
“O—okay…” Leila stammered and pushed herself through the small gap between her and Becca’s seat to reach the backseat, and you squeezed at her arm.
“Nothing will happen to you, just keep your head down,” you assured her and pulled your gun from your purse, then got on the passenger seat, adrenaline running through your veins.
“HYDRA?”
“Has to be,” Becca said as she sped up the car, swirling the car left and right so that some of the bullets wouldn’t hit it. “What are you thinking?”
You checked the GPS on the screen. “Sam’s territory.”
“Alright,” she muttered as she found and touched his name on the screen while you counted the bullets that seemed to be endless with the way they were raining on the car.
“Sooner or later that motherfucker is gonna have to change the magazine—”
“Hi Becca,” Sam’s voice reached the car. “Um, why am I hearing gunshots?”
Becca swirled the car on the road again. “HYDRA is following us, I’m in the car with Y/N and Leila.”
“What?!”
“It’s fine, Bucky made sure the car was bulletproof the day I bought it,” Becca added. “Listen, Sam I’m sharing my location with you, we’re like two minutes away from your territory and HYDRA’s men are right behind us so we can’t turn back—”
“I’m sending the cars and calling Buck,” Sam said and Becca hung up the phone as you opened the car window, then leaned out of the window and fired the shot at the man’s hand when he slid the next magazine into the gun, making him let out a yell. You quickly got back in and huffed out a breath.
“They have a bulletproof car as well but that should slow them down for a couple of seconds,” you muttered and turned to look at Leila who was still covering her head, curled up on the backseat.
“Leila?” Becca said. “Talk to me.”
“I—I think I’m fine?” Leila replied, her voice shaking. “Jesus Christ…”
“I’m really sorry about this,” Becca said and Leila shook her head.
“It’s not your fault Becca.”
The bullets started hitting the car again and you gritted your teeth, then checked the GPS again while Becca stepped on the accelerator.
“Babe, remember how you asked why the truce was so important in this city?” she asked Leila. “This is why.”
The moment your car entered Sam’s territory, two cars coming from the opposite direction turned their headlights on and wheezed past you, surrounding the car behind you. Becca pulled over and let out a breath, closing her eyes for a moment before she reached out to hold your hand to squeeze it.
“You okay?”
“Mm hm,” you said, your heart still beating in your ears as your phone started vibrating on the backseat. “You?”
“Peachy,” she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt, and touched Leila’s back. “Leila?”
Even you could tell that Leila was shaken up but she raised her head and wiped at her eyes, sniffling.
“I’m okay,” she rasped out. “Is it safe now?”
“Yeah,” Becca said. “I—Leila, I’m incredibly sorry for this…”
“Not your fault,” Leila said, her voice still trembling even if she tried to smile. “And I’m fine. We’re all fine.”
“I’ll give you guys a minute,” you managed to say and grabbed your phone before you stepped out of the car. Bucky’s name was flashing on the screen and you took a deep breath, then answered it and took it to your ear.
“Becca is fine,” you said. “Leila too. Sam’s people are here.”
There was a second of silence on the other side of the line before you heard Bucky letting out a relieved breath.
“Sweetheart?” he said, his voice gentle. “Are you alright?”
You bit inside your cheek, still trying to get rid of the fear churning your insides.
“Mm hm.”
“Did you get hurt?”
“No, I shot one of them in the hand,” you said, your eyes falling on the three HYDRA men Sam’s people had dragged out of the car. The sight of one of them still holding onto his bleeding hand made the anger rush through your system so fast that it made your head spin, your vision going red.
Attacking you was one thing but attacking your friends and putting them in danger was another.
And you were not going to let that happen.
“Good job,” Bucky said softly as if trying to calm you down. “I’m on my way, alright?”
“Uh huh,” you said and hung up as you gripped your gun tighter, then pushed the phone into your pocket to make your way to the crowd. Sam’s people all turned to you before one of them stepped closer and you tried to focus through the blinding anger, dragging your gaze from the captives to her.
“Ma’am,” she said, stretching out her hand so that you could shake it with your free hand. “My name is Aubrey. Mr. Wilson let us know about what happened, he is on his way here. Is everyone in the car alright?”
“Yeah,” you said through frozen lips. “Thank you Aubrey. I really appreciate it.”
“Of course,” she said and you walked past her to get closer to HYDRA’s men. The one who was cradling his bloody hand glared at you, then spat at the ground.
“Doesn’t matter where you take us, I’ll die before I speak,” he growled and you arched a brow, then shrugged your shoulders calmly as if fury wasn't pounding in your head.
“Happy to follow your schedule buddy.”
You raised your gun and fired it right between his eyes, his lifeless body hitting the ground as the loud shot echoed through the road. Aubrey raised her brows and exchanged glances with one of her men while you lowered the gun and wiped the blood off your face.
“I’ll be over there until my fiancé gets here,” you said, motioning at the direction of Becca’s car. “Thanks again.”
 With that, you made your way to the car and jumped to sit on the trunk so that you wouldn’t interrupt Becca and Leila’s conversation. You put the gun beside you with a sigh, then crossed your legs and leaned back on your palms, adrenaline still roaring through you.
“Great,” you murmured, turning your gaze up to the sky. “Here goes my night I guess.”
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