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scoonsalicious · 30 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 19, Unfriended - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

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

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex, confrontation, uncovering of lies.

Word Count: 1.3k

Previously On...: Tony has a new mission for you, and everyone finds out you used to be a stripper.

A/N: CONFRONTATION TIME, BITCHES!

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You left the conference room with a better idea of what Tony was hoping you’d be able to accomplish, and you were feeling slightly optimistic for the first time all day: You actually had a chance to help women escape the hell you’d lived in for seven years, and you were going to do your damnedest to do right by them.

You hadn't gotten very far down the hallway toward the elevator when you felt the cold, vice-like grip of a vibranium hand take hold of your wrist and pull you into a storage closet.

"Jesus Christ, Barnes," you yelled, wrenching your arm out of his grasp and rubbing the skin where he'd grabbed you. "What the hell?"

"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing." His eyes were dark. He was angry at you. Of all the fucking nerve. He had the gall to be angry at you? "What the hell, Pocket? What was that back there?"

Well, you thought, I guess this is actually happening.

"Really?" you asked, your voice calmer than you could have ever imagined it being. "Can't think of a single reason I'd be upset with you?"

"What are you talking about?" he asked, seeming genuinely confused. "We were fine this morning. Fuck, we talked about getting place of our own, for Christ's sake."

"Yeah," you said, "that's not going to be happening. Ever." He had the audacity to look hurt.

"What do you mean?" He reached for you, but you pulled away from him, trying to put as much distance between you as possible in the cramped space. "Sweetheart, talk to me. Whatever's wrong, we can figure it out together."

"How was Russia, James?" you asked, ignoring the concern in his voice. "Anything... I dunno, exciting happen over there? Twice, maybe?" You watched with a sense of sick satisfaction as all the color drained from Bucky's face and a look of panic overtook him.

"I-I don't know what you mean," he stammered.

"Please," you scoffed. "If there's one thing we can both agree on, it’s that I’m not intellectually stupid. Emotionally? Obviously. But not intellectually. Don't insult my intelligence by acting like you don't know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Whatever Carthage told you," Bucky said, trying to draw close to you again, slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal, "she's lying to you."

"Oh, no worries-- Jade didn't tell me anything, so no need to follow through on your threat to kill her and make sure no one ever finds her body, which, by the way, what the actual fuck?!"

"Doll, you gotta understand," he began, but you cut him off.

“No,” you said, putting a hand up to keep the distance between you. “I’m tired of being understanding when it comes to you, James.” You watched him flinch at your use of his government name. Good. “I’m tired of giving you second chances you don’t deserve. I’m tired of your fucking lies. I am so tired of you.”

You reached into your pocket and took out his phone. “Here,” you said, shoving it into his chest, “you left this when you went to your debrief.”

Bucky clutched the phone, looking between it and you. “You… you went through it?”

“Of course I fucking did!” you seethed. “Imagine my surprise when I picked it up, planning on just pocketing it to give back to you when I next saw you, only to see a notification for a new message from Jade fucking Carthage. The girl whose number I blocked from this very phone. The girl who, you swore to me, you were never going to speak to or be alone with again. Imagine how absolutely devastating that was.”

“You weren’t supposed to read those messages,” Bucky said, his voice low and full of sorrow. “I never intended for you to see them.”

“Well, no fucking shit, Barnes,” you said, throwing your hands in the air. “Kinda defeats the point of having a secret affair if the girlfriend knows about it, doesn’t it?”

“But it wasn’t like that!” Bucky exclaimed, desperate for you to believe him. “I didn’t intend for it to happen. It was an accident! I never meant--"

"Oh, an accident? My bad; I didn't realize you'd 'accidentally' tripped and got your penis stuck in her vagina. Two fucking times." You were hit with a realization. "Was this why you didn't call me when you were supposed to? Why you never returned my messages? Were you lying about your phone dying?"

"Yes, but--"

"For fucks' sake, James!" You were shouting now. "I fucking knew something was going on between you two. I fucking KNEW it, but no, you assured me it was nothing, that I was overreacting. That you loved me. I thought I was losing my fucking mind with insecurity, and meanwhile you've been fucking her behind my back and feeding me bullshit about how much you wanted to be with me."

"Baby, no!" Tears began pooling in Bucky's eyes, but they didn't sway you. "I swear, Russia was the only time anything happened. I promise you."

"See, here's the thing: your promises don't mean shit, James," you spat. "I can't believe a word that comes out of your lying mouth. I'd ask you why, but I wouldn't believe whatever bullshit you'd tell me."

"Because I thought you were with Steve," he blurted out, as if desperately grasping for any chance at making you understand. "I saw the news articles from the gala, and I was so angry! I– I wanted to make you hurt as much as I thought you hurt me…"

His words left you momentarily speechless. "You took the word of fucking trash rag as gospel, thinking I would do that to you? That STEVE would do that to you? And before even thinking about talking it over with me, you decided the smart choice was to go balls deep in the one person who I've been begging you to stay away from for months? That you swore I didn't have to worry about?" God, he seemed so pathetic to you now. “You just made the executive decision that I was a piece of shit? I’ve been to enough therapy sessions to recognize projection when I see it.”

"I'm sorry! I know I fucked up. Please, please just tell me what I have to do to make this right. What can I do to fix this? I'll do anything. You want me to never speak to Jade again? Done."

"That's just it, James," you said, the fight leaving you. "There's nothing that you can do. This is over. We're done. I refuse to do this any longer."

"Sweetheart, please," he cried, "please, you can't mean that. Don't talk like that."

"James..."

"Stop calling me 'James'!" he sobbed. "'m not 'James,' 'm your Bucky. 'm always your Bucky."

You shook your head sadly. "'My Bucky' died the second you decided to sleep with her, and there's no bringing him back. Welcome to the consequences of your actions, James. I hope you and Carthage are happy together. You fucking deserve each other." You started for the door, but Bucky grabbed your wrist before you could grasp the handle.

"Please," he moaned, "this-- this can't be it. We can't end like this. We were supposed to be forever."

You pulled your hand out of his grasp and opened the door. "You should have thought about that before you broke my heart," you whispered. “Again.”

"I don't know how to live without you," he murmured.

"Well, you better figure out how to fucking start," you said as you made your way out the door. "When I get back from this mission, I'm moving out of the Tower. Alone." The idea had just come to you at that moment, but you knew it was the right thing to do. You couldn't stand to live under the same roof as Bucky any longer, let alone across the hall.

"But this is your home," he pleaded. "You don't need to leave it."

"You were my home," you told him. "I don't have one anymore." And you left him standing in the open doorway of the storage closet, alone and crying.

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callmemana · 10 months

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James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/angst -🐂/personal fav -👓/

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Birthday to Remember

SUMMARY// After being pulled along to a strip club by your friends on your birthday, you end up leaving with some company.

WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), kinda corruption kink, pussyjob, cursing, mentions of tobacco and alcohol use

AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Readee

AN// Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest Dividers by// @skylightlantern

The last thing you wanted on your birthday was for your friends to drag you to a strip club. You felt awkward and out of place walking amongst the room full of half naked men and drinking customers.

"This just feels weird." You sighed, following your three friends towards the bar that was in the corner. "We'll get one of those private rooms they have here for parties and a beefy man. It will be a birthday to remember, c'mon." One of them grinned.

You pitched in on the drinks and a private room, one of the men walking in right after you. Dark, chin length hair and a sweet smile that nearly distracted from the tight leather shorts that left little to the imagination.

You spent most of the time staring down into your glass, having to silently remind yourself you were suppose be having fun as your friends cheered and giggled as they stuffed bills into the waistband of the man's shorts; whose named you learned was Bucky.

You weren't really paying attention to what he was doing. More to the way the silvery metal of his arm gleamed under the dimmed lights and where metal met flesh at the base of his shoulder.

Wondering how he got it or if he could feel when someone touched it, rather than thinking of the smooth way his body moved.

One of your friends said something to him that you couldn't quite make out. Bucky nodding and looking over at you with a half smile.

"Want the birthday special?" He asked, moving to stand in front of you. Your face warmed at his words and you swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine."

"Oh, come on. Don't be a prude." One of the three girls groaned, poking one of your crossed legs.

Wetting your lips, you glanced up at Bucky who looked at you with welcoming eyes. "Yeah, okay." You nodded.

Your stomach flipped when he took the drink from your hands, handing it to your friend before the cool metal of his left hand nudged at your knee for you to uncross your legs.

Bucky placed his hands on the back of the couch, your shoulders trapped between metal and flesh as he leaned down to talk in your ear. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just pinch me."

You gave another nod and he smiled, flashing his pearly whites as he leaned his knees against the edge of the plush cushion on either side of yours.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest when he tugged at the laces of the shorts to loosen them before taking your hands in his.

Bucky was eating up every reaction you gave. The way you chewed your bottom lip as he guided your hands along the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, your fingers feeling every dip in the smooth skin and grazing over the barbells that pierced through his nipples.

He especially liked the way you weren't trying to rush his hands to go under his shorts; letting him be in full control.

Your eyes went wide when he stopped your hands at the waistband of the leather, the sound of your heart beating and blood rushing in your ears almost drowning out the sound of your friends giggling and squealing.

And the sound of the door opening.

"Buck, you've got a set." Another man said from the doorway. "I'm in the middle of a session." Bucky huffed, looking over his shoulder but not moving your hands. "Cap is gonna fill in."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky finally let go of your hands, but his close proximity wasn't letting your body relax just yet as he leaned to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." He chuckled before standing.

A broad blonde took his place, this one letting you sit in peace and stare into you half empty glass.

"I'm gonna head home." You exhaled, glancing at the happy looks on your friend's faces. "Fine, buzz kill." One of them muttered.

Pushing through the crowded club, you pushed the heavy metal door open. Bucky was leaned against the concrete wall of the building not far from the door, now in a pair of sweats and a hoodie as he smoked a cigarette.

"The birthday girl." He grinned, blue eyes meeting yours as you stepped closer. "Want one?" He asked, holding the cigarette out towards you. "Uh, no. Thanks."

"Listen-" he cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of you. "I can find someone to cover for me if you need some company on your walk home." He offered before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"I'll be fine, I'm not too far." You shrugged, looking to the sidewalk. "You can't walk alone, it's one in the morning." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "That's different than walking with a stranger?"

His tongue jutted out across his bottom lip, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Well- I was about five seconds away from putting your hand in my shorts around thirty minutes ago. I think I'm a little better than a stranger." He teased, leaning forward slightly. "Besides, your friends kinda seem like assholes."

He wasn't wrong. They were sometimes pushy, telling you to loosen up a little and dragging you along with them to places where you felt out of place.

"Ok, fine." You exhaled. Bucky cracked a smile and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out under his shoe. "Let me get my stuff, just wait here for a second." He said, brushing his fingers to your forearm.

"Thanks, for walking with me." You said as you unlocked your front door. "This isn't the worst side of town but it's not the best either." Bucky said with a small laugh.

"I forgot to tip you, by the w-" his warm hand stopped yours from digging in your wallet, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just- invite me in for a drink." He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. "You're not a creep, are you?"

Bucky laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "No, just don't want a pretty girl to spend her birthday alone. Plus, I had someone take over my shift."

"Well, my apartment is dry. So, you're out of luck on that drink." You smiled, opening the door to walk into the small studio apartment. "That's fair."

Bucky was good company as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, telling you funny stories about his time working at the club and listening intently to anything you said. The lighting in your apartment made his eyes even more blue than you'd noticed earlier and his features look sharper, framed by his dark locks.

Over the last couple of hours he had slowly moved his way closer to you. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch as his right hand would occasionally brush against you when he'd talk.

"You're cute, like a bunny." He said with a small laugh, making your face heat up. "Thanks, I guess?" You mumbled, chewing your tongue as he lifted his hand to your cheek.

He hummed in response, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours and your breathing hitched.

You pressed a hand against his chest and leaned away slightly. "I've never..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point. "I figured that much. Can go as far as you want, or we don't have to at all."

"How many girls have you said that to?" You silently cursed yourself for saying it as soon as you did, biting down on the inside of your cheek. He just chuckled and brushed his thumb over the tip of your nose. "I'm more of a long term guy. Pretty sure I can count who I've slept with on one hand."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." You said quietly, pulling at a string on the seam of your jeans. "I know." Bucky said before slotting his lips over yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.

The taste of cigarettes and mint gum flooded your tastebuds when his tongue slipped past your lips to press into yours, the softness of his plump lips contrasting the scratch of his stubble.

Bucky just felt so welcoming, his touches cautious to wait for you to stop him as his hand moved from your cheek. Fingers ghosting down the side of your neck to leave goosebumps in their wake, along the buttons of your blouse and finally stopping to wedge between your thighs.

He pulled away, leaving your breathless as you blinked your eyes open to meet his lust filled blue ones. "Remember to pinch me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He teased, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Things were moving fast, clothes quickly discarded on the path from the couch to your bed. Bucky's hands and lips only parting from you long enough to rid another clothing item that shielded his skin from yours until all that stood in his way was your underwear and his leather shorts.

You weren't sure if it was the head rush from only knowing Bucky for a few hours after holding out for so long, or the way his darkened eyes looked you over as he bent his body over yours.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaving a brisk kiss to your lips before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets harder the further down your abdomen he got, trying to keep your breathing even as fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear.

Bucky looked up at you one last time before dragging the fabric down your legs, tossing them to the side and taking his spot back between your legs.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, cold metal and warm flesh gently massaging the outsides of them as his stubble scraped at your skin.

A squeak erupted from your throat when he sunk his teeth into the supple flesh, making you move your leg away from his face to pull the skin from between his teeth.

Bucky chuckled and placed a soothing kiss on the mark. One to remind you that none of this had been a dream.

An excited chill ran down your spine when his hot breath fanned your dripping folds. Bucky giving one last glance before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when your body jolted and you drew in a sharp breath.

"So responsive, I could get use to that." He winked, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

Bucky basked in every breathy sound and reaction he elicited from you, moaning at the taste he wanted to burn into his memory. In hopes he had another chance at this, the slice of heaven he held in his hands.

The chance to have his own angel to bend and mold into his filthiest dream.

He moved his hand to ease his middle finger into your heat, groaning at the immediate flutter of your walls as your hands fisted the sheet and chest heaved with a soft moan.

"Oh, c'mon. You can be louder than that, bunny." Bucky purred, curling the long, thick finger to find the sweet spot to set off the reaction he wanted. A louder moan pulling from your chest when he found the rough patch just inside your cunt making him smirk. "There it is."

He locked his lips around your clit again, fingers curling into the spot that pulled the vulgar sounds from your sweet lips as he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar feeling quickly building in your lower belly.

"Bucky-" You keened as white hot pleasure surged through you, your trembling thighs closing on his head as his metal hand moved from your hip to grope at your chest.

His fingers pinched and grazed the pebbled bud before massaging the flesh under his palm as your back arched, your breath catching in your throat and ears ringing.

Bucky lifted his head from between your legs, finger continuing to stroke your walls to work you through your orgasm as he pulled the laces of his shorts loose.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive as you opened your eyes again to Bucky standing at the end of the bed and shoving the shorts down his thick thighs. Erection springing free to give a glance of the two barbells on the underside of his cock. One under the ridge of his swollen head, the other at the base.

Your heart pounded in your ears when he moved back between your legs, stomach flipping from the nerves as his leaking tip ran through your folds and prodded your entrance. "Wait-"

Your hand pressed to the firm muscles of Bucky's stomach made his movements still and eyes flick up to meet your nervous expression. "We can stop if you want. Or we can try something else." He suggested, leaning on his palms to catch your lips in his briefly.

You nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, something else." You breathed.

A whimper passed your lips when he rocked his hips forward, the barbell sliding over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Bucky's bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as let out quiet groans from the feeling of your slick coating his shaft.

"Talk to me, bunny. This okay?" He panted, gaze raking over your naked form that still had the sheet clutched tightly as melodic sounds spilled from your lips.

"Feels good," You panted, words slightly slurred from the dizzy feeling in your head caused by the pressure quickly building again. "So good." He moaned, holding his base to have better guidance through your folds.

You bit your lip into your mouth as tears prickled your eyes from the second wave of warmth that spread, choking out a moan as his pace quickened.

"Fucking shit-" Bucky huffed, his grip on your thigh tightening and release spilling onto your lower abdomen.

You inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart beat as he pecked a kiss to your knee before standing from the bed to grab a piece of clothing for clean up.

You pulled the blanket from under you to hold to your chest, waiting for him to get dressed and make an excuse to leave like you'd heard your friends talk about after a hook up.

Instead, he wandered towards the kitchen, finding an empty can as he lit a cigarette, your eyes staying fixed on the way the muscles in his back rippled with his movements.

"C'mere." Bucky said with a soft groan as he got under the blankets with you, sitting the can on the nightstand. "You're staying?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"If you want me to, yeah." He shrugged, holding his arm out for you to lay on as he placed the cigarette between his teeth and grabbed a pillow to cushion the metal.

You gave a soft yeah and cuddled into his side, the soft whirring of his arm under the pillow helping you slowly drift to sleep.

You felt yourself waking up as the bed dipped under the weight of Bucky moving, deciding not to fully wake up and let him leave in silence.

"Hey," Bucky whispered, moving his body over yours to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Hmm?" You hummed in response, peaking an eye open to look at the slate blue eyes that held adoration in them.

His knuckles brushed down your arm, a sweet kiss placed on your lips as he gave you a soft smile. "I gotta go, but I left my personal number under your alarm clock. Give me a call sometime."

You nodded and smiled lightly at him, another kiss pecked to your lips before he left the bed to gather his things, walking towards the door.

"I'm gonna hold ya to that, bunny."

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coffeecatsandcandles · 3 years

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𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞

➵ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You become a stripper during the blip. When Bucky comes back, he has a lot of thoughts about it.

➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | protective!boyfriend!bucky x f!stripper!reader

➵ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3k

➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | ANGST, SEXUAL HARRASSMENT, mention of sex (18+), reader gets hurt (kind of), fighting, arguing, language. Reader can be any race!

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The city after the blip was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. You were used to the busy streets, people around you hustling to get to work on time or to get a taxi. When half the universe disappeared, the streets were nearly empty. Quiet. The most haunting sights were the abandoned blankets or boxes once occupied by a homeless person, now completely obliterated from existence.

You never opened up about just how badly it hit you. You were grateful every day that you didn’t fall victim to the snap, and that you were still on earth instead of turned to dust. But everyone else around you was gone. Your closest friends, your coworkers.

Bucky.

Your boyfriend- your partner- had vanished from earth, and you almost couldn’t handle it. Adjusting to everyday life without him was the toughest thing you’d ever had to do. You were used to coming home after a long shift to him cooking dinner, or the way he snored when he was asleep. Little things you’d grown used to that you didn’t even think about until he was gone.

The streets of New York were so barren that businesses started closing. The restaurant you served at, once incredibly busy, was now desolate. Hardly a soul walked in, not even the regulars. The blip was unforgiving, and you couldn’t even blame those who didn’t want to leave their homes afterwards. Business was non-existent. You were making no money, and it was only a matter of time before the diner closed, leaving you jobless.

You saw an ad online that a local club was looking for promoters, and you figured, it was better than nothing. It started off innocent, you didn’t realize it was a strip club- but the manager assured you didn’t have to do any dancing if you didn’t want to. You started off as a promoter. Then they let you be a waitress, then bartender. You learned business at the club was even higher than it was before the blip. People were coming in now more than ever.

A part of you did wonder- what would it be like up there?

Your work outfit was already skimpy enough, showing parts of your body you’d never show outside of work. If you were up there, you’d certainly earn more tips.

The second you set foot onstage, wearing hardly anything, the patrons proved to you that this job was more financially rewarding than any other job you’d ever had. You immediately rearranged your schedule so that you’d be available to work every day. You saved yourself from getting evicted and bought furniture for your apartment that you’d been spending months to save up for. Though having the money was nice, all you were worried about was keeping a roof over your head and food in your fridge. You didn’t splurge on expensive items too often in fear that something would happen again and you’d lose it all. But over time, you grew comfortable.

Though the patrons often hit on you or offered to take you out, you never moved on from Bucky. He was your person, the man you wanted to spend your life with. You doubted anyone else in your life- much less a random drunk in the club- would ever measure up.

Selfishly, you hoped that one day he would just show up again, as if nothing ever happened.

And to some degree, to your surprise, he did.

After five years, the remaining Avengers took down Thanos and revived the half of the universe that had disappeared, including Bucky.

You were home for the night, your boss graciously giving you the night off even though you insisted on working. You stayed in, watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine. There was a knock at your door at a rather late hour, and your suspicions that a creep was trying to kidnap you quickly dissolved the second you saw him. You and Bucky cried on each other’s shoulders as you reunited after five long years.

The sex you two had that night was beautiful. Both of you relished in the feeling of each other after so many years. He told you he loved you and that he would do everything he could to never leave your side again. He held you, pressing as many kisses as he could to every exposed part of your body, whispering soft “I love you’s” and promises that you’d never lose him.

The harsh realization that you hadn’t told him about your new job didn’t hit you until that morning.

“You don’t work mornings anymore?” Bucky asked as he caught you in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of coffee. You’d have another later in the night to keep yourself awake for work. Even after being gone, Bucky still remembered that when you worked at the diner, you strictly only worked mornings. It was busier, so you made more money. You also liked having the nights off.

You came up with a quick lie, “I had to talk to Cal about it, business changed after everything, nights got busier there and I needed the money.” Why were you lying? You’d never lied to Bucky like this before.

Bucky smiled, bringing you in close so that your fronts were touching. “Well, now I get to have you all to myself.” He pressed your lips against his, then quickly moved to your neck. Despite the current hole you were digging yourself in by not telling Bucky you’re a stripper now, life felt right again.

When night came and you had to leave to go to the club, you nearly panicked. You hoped Bucky wouldn’t say anything when you walked out the front door with your makeup done in a gaudy and sparkly way.

Work was chaos. Dancers, bartenders, and old regulars crowded the club looking for their old jobs back or wondering when the show was starting. The club was packed and more overwhelming than usual. You grabbed yourself a shot glass and filled it to the brim with tequila, knowing tonight would be a long night.

There was a calm when you started dancing, both your regulars and old regulars liking what they were seeing. Though there was still chaos surrounding the bar, you managed to make the most tips you’d ever made that night.

When you returned home, you were shocked to find Bucky sitting on the couch waiting for you. You were fully expecting him to be in bed, and you were glad you brought a backup change of clothes and wiped your makeup off.

“You okay?” he asked, staring at your every move closely.

“Yeah, you just scared me. I’m not used to you being here.” You joked.

“How was work?”

Fuck. All that chaos kept you from coming up with a fake story to tell Bucky. He would always ask you how work went, listening to you vent if you were ever frustrated. So, you decided to recycle an old story, mixing in a few things that had happened at the diner while Bucky was gone. You lied about seeing a cute old lady with her granddaughter and another young child drawing a rainbow on a napkin and showing it to you.

“Why are you lying to me?” Bucky asked, obvious hurt in his voice.

Your heart stopped. “What do you mean?”

“I stopped by the diner. I figured you could use the visit. It was closed. Been closed for a while now. So, I’m going to ask you- and please, don’t lie to me again- where do you work?”

You knew he was asking from a place of concern and love, but a part of you was scared. Scared as to what he’d do if you told him the truth. You didn’t want to lose him again. But he deserved to know where you were and what you were doing, it was all for the sake of knowing you were safe.

“I’m a stripper,” you finally said, throwing your hands up out of frustration. “I have been for a couple years now and frankly, I like it. I make way more money there than I did before.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d be upset about it! After the blip, businesses closed and I almost got evicted. I needed a job. The tips were good- like, shockingly good.”

“People were still going to strip clubs after everything?”

“Sex still sells, even after half the universe just disappears. I guess indulging in these things is just a part of grieving. I tried to find something else. Nobody wanted me except them. And like I said, I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t like it. And I need to make money somehow. Keep this roof over our heads.”

“You will never have to work another day in your life as long as you’re with me.” Bucky gently held onto your shoulders, his baby blue eyes staring directly into your soul. Every protective fiber in his being was on display for you to see, absolutely hating the fact that other men had seen such intimate parts of you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t support your desire to continue, he just hated the fact that those men were looking at you like you were just a piece of meat. A shiny object for them to look at, not a human with a soul and feelings. You invited him to watch to assure him it wasn’t like that. In the years you worked at the club, you didn’t have one person who tried to do anything to you. When you were waitressing and bartending, that was a different story- but the men respected you when you were onstage. And they’d get kicked out if they tried to touch you.

Bucky sipped a drink and stood at the back of the club as you prepared for your set. He eyed the men who sat closest to the stage, ready to strike if they tried anything.

He felt his heart sink the second he saw you onstage. His breath got heavy and his brows knitted together. But he held his tongue, knowing you insisted you were okay. And he had to admit, you were good at what you did. He always found you to be attractive, there was no doubt about that. You were the sexiest creature to ever walk the earth in his eyes. And though he thought he’d hate it, you kept yourself engaged with your audience, giving them flirty looks and not being afraid to mess up a little. Every dollar you got that night was rightfully earned, and he couldn’t even be mad about it- though he’d never say it out loud.

Your set was almost over when the unexpected happened- a first- a group of younger men, probably around twenty-one or twenty-two, started shouting at you.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, sweetheart?” one of them hissed after giving you a twenty dollar bill. It was a good tip and you didn’t want to disappoint him, so you teasingly shook your finger and continued your set. The occasional catcaller wasn’t new, especially when you were a waitress.

Some older patrons quietly defended you, muttering “Shut up,” so you could continue, but that didn’t stop one of the other young men from leaning towards the stage and trying to grab your ankle. He got a hold of it for a second, causing you to lose your balance and fall to your knees, being eye level with him. Patrons stood up to calmly shoo him away, explaining that he wasn’t allowed to touch you and that he should be respectful. His friends took that as their cue to facilitate a fight, attempting to throw punches at some of your regulars. The club’s security came running onto the scene as you stood onstage, unsure of what to do. One of the other dancers ran onstage to give you a robe to cover yourself and briskly take you backstage so you’d be safe.

Bucky lost all of his senses, nearly blacking out as he made his way to the young man who tried to touch you. “Who the hell are you, huh? You think it’s alright to treat a woman like that? I ought to punch your fucking face in for touching my girl like that.”

You caught a glimpse of Bucky, red in the face from anger, holding this kid by his shirt collar and threatening him before you found your way backstage. The other girls immediately came to your side, asking if you were okay- one of them immediately taking off your heel to assess if there’d been any damage done to your ankle- but all you could think about was how Bucky had lost his mind.

Your manager came into the dressing room, calling your name with an angry look on his face. He brought you to an empty hallway, telling you that it was clear Bucky wasn’t welcome back in the club any time soon, and that you were lucky you still had a job after what he did. Now you were furious. You were mad at many people- those men for harassing you, your manager for threatening to fire you after you had just gotten harassed- but most of all you were mad at Bucky. He escalated everything to a level that was completely unnecessary, and the cops could’ve been called if it’d gotten any worse.

When you got home, you were met with his apologetic eyes and immediate remorse for what had happened. You didn’t want to hear any of it.

“I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. I could’ve gotten fired!”

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t like the way those guys were looking at you.”

“Security had it covered, you had no right to walk in and try to beat the shit out of them.”

Realizing you were both nearly yelling at each other, you both took a second to collect yourselves, speaking at a much quieter level.

“I just want you to be safe.”

“I would’ve been fine if you hadn’t don’t anything.”

“You’re my girl, what was I supposed to do? Just sit and watch you get harassed?”

“God! It’s not the 1940’s anymore, Bucky. I can take care of myself. I’ve done it for the last five years.”

Your words hung over him.

You were fine without him.

It wasn’t his fault that he was gone for so long, you both knew that. You regretted what you said the second it came out of your mouth. Bucky was the kind of person that wanted to show you how much you meant to him, even if he was more on the introverted side. Sometimes that love came out in more aggressive ways, and he couldn’t help but blame the years of brainwashing and torture. He didn’t used to be aggressive like that- he was the type to break up fights or dissolve any tension. He didn’t initiate fights.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said, “I’m sorry.”

Bucky sat on the couch and you sat beside him, cuddling into his side as he put his arm around your body. “It was stupid of me to get involved. But you know I’ll try to protect you until the day I die, doll.”

“I know, but you could do that in other ways.”

“Like asking you to quit?”

You looked up at him, unable to tell if he was joking or not. “I told you, James. I’m perfectly fine-“

“I know you are.” He interrupted, “But you don’t have to worry about money, sweets. We can live somewhere else, maybe an actual house instead of an apartment. You’d never have to lift a finger again, I can support you-“

“Like a sugar daddy?” you scoffed.

“No, what? I just want you to be safe, I know you’ve been doing this for a while, and you can handle your own but I just- I can’t stand the idea of something happening to you. Terrible shit like that happened all the time in the 40s. I’m talking dancers found beaten or becoming part of a drug ring or worse- you are the love of my life. If something were to happen to you, knowing I could’ve done something to stop it, it’d eat me alive.”

You’d never seen Bucky like that. So brutally honest. He was the type to ignore things and move on, even if it bothered him. But not this. He was the most serious he’d ever been in his life.

You were putting a lot of trust in Bucky with this decision. But you had to admit to yourself- you weren’t trying to do this for the rest of your life. It was fun, you made good money, and you knew for a fact you were awesome at what you did. But the option to live a secluded, reserved life with Bucky, a man who you genuinely cared about and could see yourself spending the rest of your life with, all while never having to work again; it sounded like a much more superior option.

You looked at Bucky, kissing him once and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Okay.”

He pressed his forehead against yours. “You’ll always be safe with me, doll. Always.”

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stripper!bucky x innocent!reader - all he wants to do is ruin you forever

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A good stripper!bucky is in @trillian-anders masterlist! It’s amazing ❤️❤️

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Rock Around My Christmas Tree

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Stripper!Bucky x Reader

Fills Day 16 of @thefanficfaerie‘s Christmas OTP Challenge: Santa

Warnings: Alcohol & Strippers … and a frisky Reader

Word Count: 1,239

A/N: This would have been something completely different if it weren’t for this post here. This is an AU, sorry no spy or undercover stuff. Holiday shenanigans.

The local bar was rowdy for a Monday night.

Women of every legal drinking age spilled in to take advantage of the half-off price for an entire bottle of wine.

Gut-splitting laughter would explode from different tables, hands slamming against tables and voices singing along to the carefree lyrics of a Shania Twain song.

Sat between Wanda and Nat at the bar, you felt like a miserable rock at the bottom of the sea, surrounded by colorful, jubilant coral reefs and fish, ignored and alone.

“Drink your wine,” Nat advised with a cold hand on your wrist.

The smirk was only half condescending, as she had both the money and stamina to keep with the harder stuff.

“How can you be pouting?” Wanda asked, the sunshine to Nat’s cool moon. “So you got fired, at least you’re home for the holidays.”

You rolled your eyes to Nat, who shrugged.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I should be celebrating that I lost my job, had to move back in with my mother and have,” You chuckled, near hysterics. “Absolutely no money in my savings because I thought it was a good idea to go on that cruise over the summer with that jackass of an ex-boyfriend. You’re right, Wanda. At least I am home for the holidays.”

You downed your glass of wine like a shot of whiskey and wrapped your hand around the wine bottle to slosh more into the goblet.

This time Wanda looked to Nat, who rolled her eyes at the fact that once again, she was the one to fix everything.

Discreetly, she pulled out her cell phone from her jacket pocket, sending a quick text.

Wanda excused herself from the bar to immediately read her instructions. When she was out of your sight, her face lit up in surprise that quickly turned to excitement.

She stopped in front of Nat, who nodded then motioned for her to keep walking before you noticed anything was amiss.

“Excuse me?” You called out to the young bartender. “Hi, could I get a straw for my wine please? Yeah, thank you.”

“Should we get you a margarita instead?” Nat asked with a quirked brow.

You scoffed.

“Margaritas are eight dollars, I ain’t got that kind of money.” You were spiraling fast.

Nat looked to the clock on the wall and impatiently tapped her nails on the counter.

“Okay, look. You lost your job. It’s not the worst thing in the world.”

“I’m allowed to feel bad about this.” You argued petulantly.

“So feel bad tomorrow. That’s what mornings are for anyway. Tonight, you’re with your girls. You’re a free agent. You could have any guy you wanted.”

Sucking the last drop of wine from your glass noisily through the straw, your brow furrowed.

“Any guy?” You repeated in disbelief. “It’s ladies night at the only bar in this stupid town!”

Just then the lights cut out.

Gasps of surprise, then murmurs of concern led to the bar falling silent.

A spot light then landed on you, blinding you to the point that you nearly knocked over your bottle in surprise.

Natasha steadied you with two hands at your shoulders.

“Welcome ladies and no gents, to our first ever LADIES NIGHT!” An announcer screamed into a microphone, the speakers, you felt, stacked right by your ears. “Has everyone here been nice for Santa this year?”

A table in the back whooped and hollered. The rest clapped politely, chuckling nervously.

“What the fuck is happening,” You leaned over to Natasha, panicked. “I can’t see. I can’t fucking see, there are so many spots!”

“Quit being dramatic and blink.” Natasha snapped.

You growled in frustration, pressing the balls of your hands into your eyes before squinting and blinking repeatedly.

“Good job, ladies, being nice all year round is a hell of a job, but someone has to do it. The rest of you, though…did your names make it to the naughty list?”

Wild roars erupted from most of the bar accompanied by enthusiastic applause and whistles.

“Then here, to deliver coal to the naughtiest of the bunch, ladies, give it up for Santa’s Beefy Helpers!”

The lights around the bar came back on to reveal a line of men dressed in merry red Santa costumes standing across the bar top.

Jaw dropping in surprise, you grabbed your bottle of wine and clutched it to your chest. Leaned back in your seat, you gawked up at the man standing before you.

He smiled out at the entire bar, but when his gaze dropped to you, he winked.

You swore, you swooned.

Gorgeous blue eyes full of laughter and mischief; dark scruff on a rugged chin, a roman nose and beautiful cheekbones.

Music blared over those same speakers, but it was all a blur.

Something with a Christmas jingle, maybe a hop.

His body rolled, his chest, his abdomen, his pelvis, before he dropped to his knees before you, knees splayed on either side of you, his hands yanking the red jacket open to reveal a beefy chest, rock hard abs, and a line of hair disappearing into his pants.

Your mouth, completely dry, hung open.

Natasha, leaned back in her chair, smiled at you and nudged the bottom of the bottle up.

You drank straight from it, eyes never leaving the man before you.

And his eyes kept wandering back.

His lips were hesitant in a smile, before spreading into a flirtatious grin.

His teeth came down over his bottom lip. He thrust his pelvis into your face.

Slamming your hand onto the bar, you stood.

Hunger. It crawled within you deep.

All the other ladies in this bar could have any of the other Santas they wanted.

But this one.

This one was yours.

You don’t remember the rest of the routine.

Thinking back on it later, you wondered if you dragged him away in the middle of it.

You were slammed back against the wall back in your old bedroom, dragging his lips down to yours.

Hands roaming, leg propped up around his waist to press him closer. Knick-knacks tumbled from the book shelves and the red hat was swept from his head as your fingers curled into his dark tresses and pulled.

His lips were everywhere, his tongue like fire.

You pulled back long enough to peel your shirt over your head. He dipped low to press kisses to your cleavage, hands pressed into your back like a man in need.

Free of the garment, you pushed him back towards the bed. He had a moment to stare up at you in wonder before you were on top of him, straddling his waist kissing him deeply.

His hands went for the clasp on your bra while you worked on unbuckling his belt.

He tried to give his name, but you shushed him with a finger to his lips.

You paused, reveling in how plump they were. Then taken with the beauty of this man beneath you.

“Tonight,” You spoke, voice husky from lust. “You’re Santa. Tomorrow, you can tell me.”

Then, just when you thought he couldn’t be more beautiful, his smile bloomed, lighting up his entire face at the promise of a tomorrow with you.

Fuck, you were in deep.

You couldn’t remember what you had been sulking about at the bar.

Leaning down, you captured his lips with yours.

Your hastiness abated, he rolled you over and took control.

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Bucky Barnes: Time to sin AU

Time to sin Masterlist

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

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Chapter 2 (Winter’s Gem) (B.Barnes AU)

CHAPTER 1

Characters: Gigolo!Bucky Barnes x You (AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been scouted by your boss in Felicity Night, you were just a mere young, cleaner in Felicity night and have been living in the basement of the club for all your life. He's the most wanted Gigolo in the city, and taking him away from eager, thirsty women seemed to be impossible especially if he chose to be a Gigolo as his way of living.

Warning: Profanities. Profanities. Inappropriate words.

Words: 5,507.

A/N: This chapter is long as heck. I'm sorry? XD (We shall twerk because this was a long chapter! *twerks*) Sorry for the typos and wrong grammars if there is. :) HELLO WINTER ;)

Disclaimer: PNG's, pictures and GIFs aren't mine. However, the whole series, one shots and edits are from moi.

TAGLISTS: @yn-the-reader

Another day, another laborious night in the club. The difference today was that it was the holiday and there was even more people than the usual. You were glad you've taken the spot in the men's bathroom because there were lesser people who come in often more than the women's bathroom.

Plus, the men's bathroom was filthier because it has been days that you haven't gotten the chance to clean it.

You were cleaning the mirrors with a cloth and a can of glass cleaner. Spots of dirt and a mixture of dried toothpaste was drawn, scouring them off the mirror with your cloth.

"Nice set last night, Stevie." You lightly teased, scrubbing the dirt away. The joke sent at the handsome, brawny blonde man taking a piss in one of the black cubicles. You told him it was fine to take a piss using the urinals since it didn't matter but he refused to, mumbling about how modest he was which you didn't bother listening about.

You heard him spoke from the cubicle, hearing the sound of a zipper and running water. He was taking a piss alright, "I was forced to strip last night! I never wanted to!" Steve exclaimed, voice raising a pitch higher as it echoed around the bathroom. You were now scrubbing the sinks with detergent and a mix of Clorox. The salty drop of sweat fell on your forehead and you were quick to swipe it off with your arm.

"You looked like you were having fun, though." You huffed with a smile, scrubbing the sink with a sponge. Your nose getting a whiff of the strong, acidic smell from the Clorox, but your face never once scrunched because you were already used to the foul smell.

"I was not! Stripping in front of people is outrageous! If it weren't for the tips and the double pay that you guys have been telling me, I wouldn't take the slot!"

"But, I wanna know something..." You dragged on, a hint of playfulness in the tip of your tongue plus a small smirk to add to your reply, "Was the spandex comfortable to wear, Captain Rogers? Doesn't it look a little too tight?" You laughed when you heard him groan, the sound of the toilet flushing came with it, giving you a sign that he was finished pissing.

After watering a small plant of Aloe Vera, you tidied everything up. Hearing the cubicle door creak slightly, you glanced back to see Steve without his coat on, baby blue eyes that looked gorgeous with his ears slightly turning red from the realization that you have seen him strip in his star spangled suit.

"Hey, Kid..Aren't you a little young to watch me..strip?" He strolled beside you, turning the tap open, washing his hands. His ears became redder than the usual and you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips.

"I'm 21! Not 15! Don't act like I've never known you since the last three years!"

Steve's ears was now redder as the conversation continued, like a kid who have been embarrassed by seeing his mother and dad having sex, that kind of embarrassment. The blonde man placed his hands below the air dryer, hearing a quiet click before it began blowing hot air for his hands to dry. He spoke through the loud whush, "Kids like you should still be studying, Y/N." His hands were now dry, he leaned his hip on the sink in front of you, gorgeous blue eyes fixated on yours, empathy itching his heart. He knew how you felt about not finishing your degree, not even having the chance to study in your first year. Steve was your friend, and he knew every last detail of your life. He couldn't stop the tempting frown etching to let show. "You shouldn't be working in a club full of..Gigolos and strippers. You deserve to have a future and not get locked up in this..this damn hell house,"

You smiled indifferently, "Language, Rogers." Steve gave you a sympathetic smile, bringing his hand up your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Think about what I've said, Y/N. You know i'm willing to help," His baby blue eyes locked on yours, and you were the first to look away..You've thought about his help, but you were still hesitant and you didn't want to accept his offer of paying your tuition fees especially that he was just a friend of yours.

What would you mother even think about that? Olivia/Luscia would be livid to find out that Steve was helping you be what you wanted to be. The news will spread around so fast, people would think he was your sugar daddy or something..

Even so, you didn't want Steve to have that responsibility because it was your mother's. She was working for so long, so that meant she could afford to help pay your tuition fees.

"I'll..think about it, Steve. Thank you," You uttered quietly, gazing up at his bright, baby blues. He shook his head, sending you a gorgeous smile of his that everyone loved. "For what?"

You beamed, completely pleased by his loving attitude towards you. Y/N took a cautious step forward, weakly wrapping her feeble arms around him. "For being such a great friend..Thank you, Steve." Steve gladly took her arms in, gently shoving her head in his chest, giving her back warm, comforting pats.

It wasn't long for you to hear a silent creak of the door, immediately you began unwrapping your arms around Steve once you heard the person come in. The club's sound faintly sliding in the men's bathroom. You heard the gentle clicks on this particular person's shoe tapping on the black granite floor, slowly getting louder, walking towards where you and Steve were. You felt the warm presence of the man towering behind you.

That precious smile on your face hadn't wash off yet, you guessed it was Sam or Clint who disrupted your conversation with Steve and the smile on your face grew wider at the thought of Clint. He owed you ten bucks because he lost on a bet that involved Steve, betting that he wouldn't take the Stripper slot. You voted that he would since you were already sure he would strip that night because he have talked to you about it..

"Jerk," Steve grinned at the man behind you, "Punk," The man rasped, his voice entirely indistinguishable.It sounded deep and velvety. He surely doesn't sound like Sam or Clint. But, you could tell by his voice that this unknown man was smiling by the mention of his endearment for Steve that came out of his lips.

You couldn't help but tilt your head at one side, figuring out who he was. Brows slightly furrowed, trying hard to familiarize whose voice it came from. You couldn't get an idea.."A blonde dame's looking for you, Pal. Did you take a shit or what?" The man chuckled deeply, sounding like the angels sang from up above. You didn't know why your heart skipped a beat when you heard him chortled so velvety, so alluring..

Even without looking at him, your guessed he was attractive as hell. Maybe he was someone new? Well, he needed a warm welcome then.

You plastered your best smile for the anonymous man, loudly clearing your throat, your palms flattening the wrinkles of your uniform. "Remember Y/N? The young girl that I was telling you about who was working here? Olivia's/Luscia's only daughter? One of my closest friends here in Felicity Night?"

You enthusiastically turned the heels of your foot to welcome the man who sounded attractive. Maybe welcoming new people wasn't really a good idea? when you spun around, you felt your breath hitch as it got caught in your throat. All you saw was a pair of gorgeous Steele blue eyes that made your mouth turn agape. They were the most beautiful out of all the sea of blues you've ever seen. You were completely stupefied when you slowly process everything in, "Bucky, This is Y/N Y/L/N, The hardest worker of all time, she's been cleaning all her years in this club and I'm proud of how strong this kid have been," Steve paused and you felt him cup your shoulder, proudly introducing you to his best pal. "Y/N. This is Bucky. Bucky Barnes. My brother from another mother. I think you've already heard all the intriguing gossips about this punk," Pause. "--Women call him 'Winter', but his close friends of him don't,"

Winter. You mentally gasped. He was the 'Winter' that Stan told you about. God, you were completely speechless. Stan was right all along. He was one charming, gorgeous, handsome fucker.

Thump. Your heartbeat seemed unnaturally loud in your ears. You could feel the overwhelming warmth seep through you once you completely planted your E/C eyes at Bucky's stunning blue eyes. Your words seem to get stuck in your throat.

You blinked and swore that you saw something flash behind those eyes of his, showing deep interest towards you. He initially smiled, a picturesque, cheeky smile lifted for you to see and engrave in your mind forever.

You felt as if you were drowning in his sea, feeling like you couldn't breath because of how beautiful he looked. Bucky had his brunette hair in a bun, you guessed he had long hair that could reach his jaw because his bangs that were parted in the middle have fallen and cascaded on either side of his face. It simply accentuated the marvelous structures of his face, bringing out the best of his apple-like cheekbones.

Oh, were his cleft chin so perfect that you wanted nothing but to touch and press them together, showing how you can appreciate how handsome he looked with it.

Not to mention his plump, beet red lips that seemed to be moisturized all the time. Shit, you're definitely digging your own grave by liking a Gigolo. The newest recruited gigolo if you were going to be specific.

Your abusive, brusque mother warned you, cursing at the heavens that she would have to lock you away if ever you had a relationship with one of them. You didn't know the reason why but she seemed to hate the idea, even though you were a daughter that came from a stripper. Your father have been one and now he was nowhere to be found because he left you both to marry a very wealthy old woman in replacement of your mother, Olivia/Luscia.

"You can call me Bucky," He uttered with a low voice that could be considered sexy and hot. You wanted to pinch yourself, and you actually did secretively. Bucky could see the flash of awareness in your eyes, an awareness that seemed to held the same feeling as his. Yet, those awareness that made him confident was now lost in just a blink, replaced with a polite reserve.

Bucky thought he was imagining things, but the way you fluttered your eyelashes up at him, giving him those heart eyes and a blush that climbed up your cheeks corrected his disappointed theory.

"Good evening...Bucky," You stuttered quietly, gnawing on your trembling lips. His presence was making you conscious and insecure because he was too gorgeous for your own good.

This was dangerous. He was dangerous.

'when you get your heart involved,' You remembered what your old friend, Stan said. As if you would even get your heart involved..

That was a question that seem shaky and untruthful. This was bad. Your breath shook when you gave out a sigh.

The both of you heard a clap that distracted your reverie, "Ooookay!" Steve piped in rather enthusiastically. Weirdly eyeing the both of you. "Introduction's done now. It's up to you if you wanna be friends or maybe get to know each other more. I'm off! A dame needs my patriotic presence," Steve bid goodbye, never forgetting to slap a hand on Bucky's back, making the latter chuckle and send him a wave of his hand. Your blonde friend waving a friendly hand at you as he trotted towards the exit.

That was interesting.

Bucky and you were left in the bathroom. The awkward, heavy silence trapping you both. Your heart was running a mile, and your mind was trying to think of a conversation that would spike up the current cloud that you were in. You could still feel his eyes on you, probably starting to bore holes in your face. You kept looking anywhere else besides his handsome features, doing it seems impossible because his face was satisfying to stare at.

However, you tried hard. Your toes curled inside your shoes, feeling all the heat come at your face. You needed to get out of here, you mentally thought. You needed to take a breather, you needed to come up in that sea you were drowning in.

Bucky mindlessly licked his lips out of habit, and it wasn't a movement that didn't go unnoticed by you. "So.." He slowly dragged on, gathering his thoughts and wording it all out, thinking about words that could sound good to hear, "How old are ya', Doll?"

Doll. That sounded so sweet. You couldn't help but curl your toes further, totally stuck up in your place. "21," Even though, it was meant to be ignored. You saw Bucky sigh after that, pursing his lips before a cheeky smile was replaced. "How about you, Bucky?"

A tiny voice was cheering at the back of your head. Loudly screaming '25! 25! 25! 25!' But those voices were ceased when you felt his finger lift your head up to meet with his Steele blue eyes that shifted from intense to soft and tender.

You could feel your insides melting so bad.

"Your eyes are pretty, Doll. I want them on me whenever we have a conversation," The man was definitely a charmer with his words too. That made everything difficult for you to process. Bucky wanted nothing more than to see how your heart worked, he wanted to see the real you. A thought inside his brain, secretly hoping that you weren't like one of the women he'd been with. Women who had paid for him, women who had rotten hearts, and only cared for what they feel. Not his. "The words coming out of your mouth seems fake when I don't get to see your beautiful E/C eyes,"

He abruptly dropped his finger beneath your chin like he was burned. It was too early. Too damn early to get involved with a woman who was nearly half his age. Fuck. He cursed inside his mind, giving himself a punishment by biting his tongue as he continued his next words. "35," Yet, Bucky didn't seem to mind the age-gap. He was mesmerized by how big your heart was. You seemed to stand-out in his eyes and he couldn't grasp why, it was frustrating him.

You weakly nodded in understanding while Bucky felt a tiny dismay because of your reaction. Were you disappointed? Why was he even thinking about it when you just literally met him today?

Get your shit together, Barnes. You're being a creep. He mentally thought, chewing on his bottom lip.

There was a flash of glitter in your eyes as you thought about question that has been bugging you and your old friend, Stan. Since you wanted to get to know more about Bucky better, you needed to make some efforts in doing so. You gave him a sweet smile that he immediately saw, wanting those precious smile of yours to be remembered since he knew you didn't smile a lot for the past few months. "Can I ask you a question, Bucky?"

"Shoot. We're already playing the 20 questions game, Y/N."

Your smile reached up your eyes and it felt good to finally smile like the world wasn't pouring you rocks and gravels. "Why were you--"

Your heart skipped a beat, and it was not in a blushing way. You both heard the door harshly opened, the music of the club walking in and a very rough looking Olivia/Luscia welcoming you both in the doorway. It gave you a bad heart attack, or probably giving you a reason not to live after seeing how blank your mother's face was when she saw you with Bucky.

You couldn't see what was running inside her mind. It seemed unreadable and impossible to get into. "Y/N," She deadpanned, glowering at you. "Barnes," Her voice turned much more normal, but her face still looked stoic as her eyes settled at the man in front of you.

Bucky could feel the unwavering fright radiating off you. He knew it. He saw your hands tremble from fear as his eyes deliberately trailed towards your shaking hands.

You took a cautious step back away from Bucky, gulping the fear that erupted.. all the way down your throat. Glancing up a Bucky to mentally apologize for even talking to him and it made him wrinkle his forehead, furrowing his brows, looking like he was in deep thought. "Y/N, Rhodes needs you. Get your ass back in the kitchen!"

Your eyebrows instantly rose up in question, "W-What?" You thought you weren't needed anymore. You didn't even like staying in the kitchen because all of your arms were covered in scars. Basically from the kitchen accidents and scars that were kind of from all your mother's doing.

Olivia/Luscia could feel her anger boil up and it wasn't good because she was beginning to feel the inexorable itch in her hands. The God forsaken itch that Y/N was hoping to not be a repeated victim of. "What do you mean what, Y/N?"

"I-I've been covered in boils--" Before you could even stop your mouth, you had slapped a hand over it. Stopping yourself from even saying further that could put you in danger.

Bucky wanted nothing more than to shake you off your fear, he wanted nothing more than to stop those horrible scenes that was bound to happen because he knew what was about to happen next.

"What did I fucking tell you about talking back and complaining?!"

Your mother's calm demeanor was now changed into fury, and you know nothing but to quickly follow her. Thus, which is why you scrambled off your place in front of Bucky and felt your legs shake with each step you took away from the man who had made an impression.

You hurdled under Olivia/Luscia's arm, scurrying away. Gone in a hot second and Bucky was left alone.

Olivia/Luscia turned her back away from the door, not even bothering to give Bucky a second look once she saw you with him. He was a threat to you, definitely a threat.

As he began to hear the door creak, he couldn't stop the scowl on his face as he mentally threw knives at her back. Why the hostility?

It's because he knew everything.

Just like a sniper..He could see everything even though he was far.

The orders began to lessen one by one, you were tempted to hail hallelujah once the scorching heat began fading around the kitchen. You didn't even know why you were called when Sharon and an extra helper was there. A helper named Phil Coulson who was so industrious and nice.

You heard your stomach growl and damn were you hungry as hell. The last thing you ate was mashed potatoes with gravy and fresh pickles that were sneaked out of the kitchen, thanks to Steve.

They weren't the greatest thing to be paired together but it was better than having nothing like the most of your days.

"Eww, Stop being gross, Sharon!" Wanda chit-chatted with Sharon in front of the metal table laying in the middle of the huge maroon and white kitchen. People already had their food and it was the final batch that was given from the last ten minutes ago.

You were carrying a tray full of unfinished food, dropping them off with a clang beside the kitchen sink. Your arm was still hurting from the fresh wounds it held. Even though, Phil was around. Rhodes had still given you some time to 'cook those bitches' while he cuts whatever he was cutting.

An unfinished plate of Hushpuppies lay before you, there were five pieces left and you wanted to give that particular customer a karate chop on the head for wasting such a delicious meal.

The whole plate felt like it was a gift from God. You could see the golden swirls surrounding it, tempting you to just finish the damn thing and think how that was more cleaner than the other unfinished foods that laid in front of you. You cussed beneath your breath.

Growl, says your stomach.

Nobody wants a hungry stomach, yes? And so you feed it off to shut it up. You fit every Hushpuppies in your mouth, just like a squirrel protecting his nut. Your mouth looking hideously full.

"Doll," You jerked and slammed your hand on the metal sink when you heard a very familiar voice that could make your heart go gaga. Being lucky with food was probably in your genes because you didn't choke when Bucky had appear beside you like a genie in disguise.

Though, the tiny wrinkle of his nose hurt the dignity left in you. He looked disgusted. Wow, that was the best first impressions. You were such a hopeless and desperate woman.

Yeah, you'd rather hear people saying those kind of things to you, having a label that could hurt your dignity than die in hunger.

"Oh, girl. That was gross," Sharon commented with a cringe. Earning a same response from Wanda. She looked clearly disgusted at the food in your mouth. "Spit it out! Spit it out!"

Rhodes seem to have taken it lighter than those two because he found it quite entertaining after feeding hundreds of bitches. "You have the worst case of feeding your damn hunger, Y/N!"

Phil seemed the find it normal, giving you an apathetic response. He shrugged his shoulders and nodded to himself before he went back to cleaning.

On the other hand, Bucky left your side..walking in between Rhodes and Sharon till he stopped in front of a huge refrigerator. All eyes were fixated on the man who was fishing for something to eat. "Hmm," He quietly hummed, one hand inserted in his trousers. The muscles on his back appearing toned which you had only noticed until now, his hair untied as it gloriously and attractively fell on his broad shoulders. Adding another set of gorgeous facts that made your toes curl beneath you. After a minute of searching for something good, he finally brought out a frozen plum, with a simple spun of his heel, he turned around while he marched towards you, throwing the juicy fruit in the air for a couple of times, landing on his fairly large palms. "Barnes--" Rhodes spoke as Bucky glided through the kitchen. Passing in between him and Sharon.

"Bill that on me!" He walked in front of him and gave him a side-eye, sending Rhodes a cheeky wink. Strutting back in the direction from where you were. You were mindlessly digging crescent lines on your palms from the warm, giddy, overwhelming feeling that you were feeling inside. Why were you reacting that way?

Sure, he was attractive. Okay, maybe too damn attractive. Maybe a little too hot either? Why were you thinking about it now when he's currently strutting in front of you like a model or a sexy stripper who was about to give you a private show?

Did you really thought about that when you only met him hours ago?

"You're damn lucky you're one gorgeous motherfucker, Barnes." Rhodes hissed, fanning himself with his hands when Bucky gave him one of his famous winks. He gave a low chuckle, stopping beside you. Your fairly large height differences was obvious as he leaned his derrière on the metal sink. His warm hand sent sparks to your core once he wrapped his warm, calloused hand around yours. Oh, no. Stop. Taking your hand in his, he dropped the cold plum in your hand, enclosing your fingers with his around it. "I'd rather see you eating this than eat leftovers. We have no idea what you'll get infected with, Y/N."

"Alright. Let me just be the spokesperson for everyone," Wanda chimed, raking her hair in a makeshift ponytail. Using a rubber band as a tie, she parted her ponytail in half, tightening it to make sure it wouldn't fall. She eyed you and Bucky, pointing her nicely, manicured maroon nail at you. "Since when did you two become friends?"

"Uhm," You stuttered, pointing a finger on your chest, pertaining to yourself. The pressure crippling your anxiety bit by bit. Their scrutinizing stares boring holes in your body. "Me?" Sharon's face turned stoic, placing her hands on her perfectly wide hips. "No, not you. Rhodes. Of course, Y/N! You and Barnes?!" She exclaimed, making it sound extremely impossible.

What was wrong?

Bucky could sense the polarity in their minds. He obviously didn't find anything wrong, yet they seem to be complaining. "You guys make it sound like it's impossible for us to be friends,"

A creak of the door made everyone quiet, but after a second of realizing it was just Phil who went out to throw the garbage in the dumps. They continued their discussion.

Wanda raised her brows to prove her point, "Of course it is! Y/N has no friends!" She exclaimed, before an apologetic smile reached her lips. "No offense, Y/N."

You could only nod, their conversation was entertaining you but at the same time, it was throwing you a harsh brick on the face. Were you such a loner? Were you really an anti-social person? You counted your friends inside your head, and Bucky could see you completely out of focus. Mind going elsewhere as you counted how many were they. It made his heart all cozy. You just looked...innocent...and so adorable.

That's what he wanted to say, but he kept his lips sealed. He was probably just slugged from the tequila shots he took.

Sharon crossed her arms against her pliable breasts, a blush creeping towards her cheeks. Slowly making her looked flushed, "Besides Steve, of course. He's a sweetheart. Who isn't even friends with him?" Her voice sounded smaller than the usual and you were curious why she sounded shy all of a sudden. Wanda piped in her train of thoughts, "And Stan, obviously. I think he's her bestest friend out of all of us,"

In a vague corner of Bucky's mind, There was a question inside his head that he so wanted to ask them, a question as to why they sounded so incredulous when he gave Y/N a little bit of his help. "Aren't you guys her friends?"

Everybody went completely still. Phoebe Ryan's song named 'Dark Side' was hardly reaching their ears. That question totally shut them up. Y/N couldn't help but feel how heavy her heart turned out when nobody dared to answer one simple question that can be answered by pre-schoolers. Not even one single person could say 'yes'. She knew why she was left friendless. She knew who was the center of her life, the person who had controlled her life and everyone since birth, and she was scared that she'll soon turn out numb from all the pain that was inflicted towards her. Physically and emotionally.

Rhodes shut his mouth, Wanda began to zip her mouth and Sharon was left thinking about her next words. She opened her mouth to talk, "Even though we want to, her mother doesn't. We're forbidden to. Only the toughest people are friends with her,"

Bucky's eyebrows narrowed, a deep wrinkle forming in between his smooth forehead. Did those words seriously came out of her mouth? Were they seriously scared of her? He couldn't help but snort from their hooey reasons. "You're seriously scared of one woman?" He exclaimed skeptically, his hand reaching to tuck his hair behind his ears. "A woman who asks you to stop befriending one girl? Can you seriously hear yourselves right now?" He exasperated and waited for them to talk, yet nobody was tough enough to talk, he reclined away from the metal sink, absolutely aggravated by how they were fine for letting one woman control their decisions. Leaving an innocent woman alone and friendless just because 'her damn mother' doesn't want to. How can her mother be so immature? What was running inside her head when she asked these people to stay away from her daughter?

"If Steve gets to be her friend, then I can be her friend, Her mother doesn't scare me," Bucky uttered as a matter of fact. He chewed on his bottom lip before focusing on your disheartened form. You were awkwardly fiddling with the ends of your plain white shirt. Head bowed down in dismay, and a plum in your hand. Holding it for dear life. The man in front of you couldn't help but tuck his fingers beneath your chin. He couldn't blame you for acting this way especially that he knew you were physically abused by a person whom he thought will never even lay a finger on her own spawn.

You were met with dazzling Steele blue eyes that peered down at you with softness, "You wanna go eat somewhere, Y/N?" He spoke rather tenderly, a sincere smile lifting his lips that made your heart race a million miles.

This was bad. So bad. Stop. He should stop. You gulped the saliva trapped in your throat, didn't he have any..other woman to tend to? Doesn't he have someone to work on? Customers who needed him? Women who he needed to fuck? "Don't you have...work to do?" You hesitatingly asked. Wording everything much more proper and good to hear. He thought for a second, licking his red, plump lips that made some warmth go through your core. Oh. Damn. Bucky shook his head after, eyes adorably curving like crescent moons. "Nah, Doll. The ladies were all interested for America's flag stripper tonight," He lowly chuckled, "I needed some time off anyway,"

"Uhm," You hesitated on coming with him. If your mother finds you out and about with her best underling, she'll go loco. "I don't know, Bucky." The vexation came back in his head, he knew why you were reluctant. But, you needed to eat right even just for tonight. He had always seen you eating tons of shitty food. There was this urge that he wanted to make it different this time, he wanted you to take care of yourself. He wanted to...

--to take care of you. He discreetly cleared his throat from that. Pulling himself back from reality, "Come on, it's my treat." The comforting, familiar heat wrapped around your hand out of habit. He was holding your hand with his right hand again, gazing down at you with that beautiful blue eyes of his. If he doesn't stop then things will go worse. Things that would probably place your heart in a very vulnerable position.

He smiled very amiably and soft, "Say we continue our 20 questions game?" His voice sounded raspy and sanguine.

You couldn't help but get lost in those Steele blue eyes. Jumping in his sea of orbs that made you want to drown yourself over and over again and you gave zero fucks about it. He was clearly trying to heal your poisoned, wounded heart.

With no control over your emotions, you gave a weak nod. Completely out of your trance and with only one squeeze given to your hand....

You were a goner.

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— Everything We Never Wanted | B.Barnes

au; enemy.

pairing; bucky barnes x reader.

summary; bucky barnes and you have been silently competing since the day you met. now you are competing over who can make the other more jealous and the both of you can't help but give in. [кукла=doll]

word count; 2.9k.

warnings; smut [fingering, fingering cum back in?, p in v, ass slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, mirror/bathroom sex], language, angst [punching, blood, shoving]. 18+. MDNI.

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Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my work.

— "jealousy was a good look on him".

It was your dress. It truly was. The way it lifted up your thigh every time you swayed your hips was driving Bucky crazy. If he knew that you would be acting out this way he would've never let you enter the doors of the party. He would have stripped your clothes off right there and fucked you until you couldn't walk. He would have made the whole block hear your moans as you both couldn't give less of a fuck that you were on full display. You wouldn't care. As long as you were with each other, everything would be fine.

But now, seeing you brush up against Steve and allow his hands to graze your curves ignited something in Bucky that he found himself feeling quite often when it came to you. He was using every muscle in his body to hold him back from tearing into Steve's throat with his metal arm.

Control yourself Bucky.

Dancing with the blond's hands running along your waist you can feel Bucky's eyes watching your every movement. Jealousy seeps out of each of his pores and you can't help but feel glee. Just as you bring your head closer to Steve's and rest it along his cheek, Bucky's had enough.

Next thing you know Bucky's finger is in the air and calling over a stripper. You watch attentively as she walks up to him, her hips swaying as he smirks your way. "Hey, you alright"? Steve's voice snaps you out of your trance and the eye contact between Bucky and you breaks in a matter of a second. You look up at Steve as his eyes completely undress you as if his hands weren't doing enough. "Yeah no, I'm good". You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, nuzzling against his head. As the both of you move to the beat of the music you lock eyes with Bucky once again and you watch as the girl wearing neon green sits down beside him and runs her hands up his thighs. Anger flows through your veins and it's enough to get you convicted for murder but you can't.

Buckys playing a game that you intend to win.

You move your hands on top of Steve's and place them on your lower back. "Like what you feel"?

"Sure do".

"You wanna feel lower"?

His eyes light up at that and without another word needing to be said he moves his palms to your ass and squeezes with a tight grip, one that has Bucky moving the dancer off of him and striding up to you with an aura of pure anger around him.

"Steve back up," you warn as you try to shove the blond before Bucky has the opportunity to do anything but you don't move him in time. Just as you're about to stop him, Bucky's fist makes contact with Steve's cheek and Steve hits him back. A group of men rush over to separate the two and Bucky makes sure to get one final punch in before he has your wrist in his grip and is dragging you to the restroom.

"Let go of me James!" you yell over the music as you try to release yourself from him.

He ignores you and swings open the door to the men's room, shoving you up against the wall.

"James"?!

"What the fuck do you think you're doing"? He speaks in a calm manner but you can see through his facade. His flared nostrils and forehead vein give away his true state and you can't help but smirk.

"Is this funny to you"?

"A little" you answer through your eyelashes and the innocence in your voice has his cock growing against his pants and his patience running short. "I'm not in the mood for your games кукла".

"Games"? You laugh in Bucky's face as if he just told you the joke of the century. "I wasn't the one with the stripper practically undressing me".

"Oh because having Steve grab your ass is much different". Sarcasm reeks from him.

Just as you're about to hit him with a comeback, your eyes wander to his forehead and you see the bruise on his temple. Your hand immediately grabs his chin and turns it to the side. "What are you-". You don't give Bucky a chance to finish his question before you harshly release his jaw.

“Sit down,” you mumble as you push him onto the sink. You take a roll of toilet paper in your hand and roll out a few sheets.

You turn the faucet of a neighbouring sink on and groan when it only creaks. “Shit. There’s no water,” you mumble, irritated.

“Use your spit”.

“That’s not hygienic,” you reply disgusted.

He shrugs and you lick your finger. You start to wipe the blood off and squint knowing that it must burn.

“Why are you doing that?” Bucky asks confused.

“Why am I doing.. what?”

“With your face. You’re squishing it together. It’s weird.” he laughs.

You roll your eyes and straighten out your face.

He keeps staring you in the eyes and it bubbles something within you.

“What?”.

He slowly shakes his head while still maintaining eye contact.

“You’re staring,” You say still wiping the blood off of his temple.

“Shamelessly so, yes,” he replies, electric blue eyes piercing through your umber ones.

You can’t help but smile “God, you could’ve gotten seriously hurt. And over what? A stupid competition”.

"There was never a competition".

"There's always a competition". You don't miss a beat. "I mean that's kind of our thing".

Bucky's mood instantly lightens as you tell him about the special connection between the two of you. He feels like he could listen to your voice for hours. Hell, he'd kill to listen to your voice for hours.

"We have a thing"?

Scrunching the used tissue into a ball, you throw it into the trash bin. Your inner kid frowns as the paper doesn't make it into the bin.

"Yeah." you laugh as you go to pick it up. "Everything we do is against each other. And don't even lie about it," you warn with a finger in the air.

"Come're" Bucky speaks and you walk towards him. "Give me some examples".

"Okay well let me think.." you put a finger on your chin as you fake being deep in thought. "Oh! What about when we were at a party and tried to out provoke each other not mere minutes ago". Bucky would like nothing more than to kiss that self-approving smirk right off of your face.

"Come on кукла. I'm being serious".

"Alright" you sigh as you get ready to present him with your list. "Well we competed on who would get to go on that mission to infiltrate the HYDRA base. And the White House. And the Queen's Ball".

"Those were all life-threatening examples Y/N".

You stay silent. He's right. You made sure to go out of your way to take over or at the very least join in on missions that could have Bucky ending up dead and he did the same. You were realizing that you cared for each other and it scares you.

New territory always has.

"I don't like you Bucky". You finally speak when you realize that his hands have made their way down to your waist.

"That's okay," he assures you calmly.

"As a matter of fact, I fucking hate you"! Your voice starts to get louder and anger starts to bubble within you although you're not sure exactly what you're angry about.

"That's okay," he speaks again.

"I fucking hate you and your stupid voice and your stupid mouth and your stupid... hair". You blabber out as you shove your hands into his chest. "God I hate you so much"!

"That's okay".

"Stop saying that it's okay! Argue back asshole!" you yell, this time shoving him so hard his back smacks onto the mirror.

"Argue back!" you hit him again.

No answer.

"Argue back!" and again.

No answer.

"Argue back". Without enough energy to carry out your past actions, you just relax your shoulders in exhaustion and Bucky immediately gets up and pulls you into a hug.

Bucky's arms hold you tight and at that moment it feels as if all of your problems suddenly transformed into no more than minor inconveniences.

"I don't even know what I'm upset about." you confess into his chest.

"Would you hate me for real if I said 'it's okay'?" he jokes as he lets go of you.

"I would" you smile, running a hand through your hair.

The both of you stand there for a second and reflect. Both of you want each other. Want to devour in each other's tastes and scents, but the one thing you share in common is the fear you hold of ruining what you already have.

Fuck it.

You place your index and middle fingers onto Bucky's peck and slowly move them upwards. He immediately takes in a sharp breath and darkens his eyes. His lip tugs under his teeth as his eyelids flutter. "What're you doing sweetheart"?

All you do is smile innocently as you bring your hands up to cradle his face. Pulling his head down to meet your mouth you make sure to let your lips brush against the lobe of his ear. "I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know". The purity in your whisper sends a shiver up his spine.

"You're not making this easy for me кукла," Bucky growls as his grip around your waist tightens.

"Give in James. Please. I need you so bad." you whine as you take his earlobe between your teeth and suck on his skin.

Your actions finally bring him to his breaking point. He picks you up and places you down on the sink, the water droplets soak through the fabric of your dress and to your skin. Without any hesitation, Bucky presses his lips against yours and you do the same back. The kiss is harsh but in a good way. It's full of love yet so much aggression and it's the type that has your hands reaching for his face. His stubble brushes against your skin as his tongue slips into your mouth and glides along your teeth. You moan into Bucky's parted lips as you push your hips up to his and feel his hard-on up against your cunt.

He grunts in between kisses when you start to roll your hips. "кукла fuck".

When you finally give him a segway, Bucky brings his middle and ring fingers to your face and pops them in your mouth. Once he's convinced that your tongue has done sufficient, Bucky slips his fingers out with ease and motions for you to lift your dress.

Once the silk is rolled up your thighs Bucky runs the tips of his fingers up and down your soaking slick. His chest fills with heat as he sees your eyebrows scrunch in anticipation.

You need his fingers and he wants nothing more than to give them to you.

"Ready"?

"Yes. Yes! God just hurry James".

"That's what I like to hear". Bucky smirks before shoving his fingers into your little hole, watching as you move up the sink and adjust around his digits.

Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that the only thing separating the two of you is the sink. Bucky can't help but tell you how good you're doing by sucking on your neck when your moans and whines fill the air. It's music to his ears to hear how wet you are just by his fingers alone.

As you feel his fingers curl against your g spot you can't help but tug at the locks of Bucky's hair. That earns you a faster pace.

The coil in your stomach tightens and you don't know how much longer you're going to last. "James oh my- feels so good"!

You're moaning his name over and over again as your back arches closer to Bucky's chest. "You're doin' so well".

"Feels so fucking good" you repeat as you throw your head back.

Hearing his endless praises sends you off your edge and an orgasm like never before hits your body. Waves of pleasure ripple through you and your thigh shakes under Bucky's metal palm as you try to squeeze your legs together only for them to be pulled apart by the metallic mechanism.

"James" you whine, still trying to press your thighs together as you come down from your high.

"Can't let you do that sweetheart. I wanna see this pretty little pussy of yours before I destroy it with my cock".

"James please". You're practically begging him to hurry up as he fumbles to pull his pants down and once they finally are, he pulls you off of the sink and spins you around. You bend as you watch him roll your dress up in the mirror. His eyes light up when he catches sight of your dripping wet pussy. "Ah" you yelp when you feel his hand smackdown onto your ass leaving a burning sensation on the supple skin.

"Please just fuck me".

"My pleasure". With that Bucky lines his cock up with your entrance and meets your eyes for an answer. His hips ease into you as soon as you nod your head. You hiss as he waits for you to give him the go and when you do, it's the best feeling in the world. Hearing Bucky grunt through every thrust had your stomach filling with butterflies and he loves it. Seeing you look a mess all thanks to him not only strokes his ego but also confirms that you are all his now.

Bucky finally has what belongs to him.

Bucky finally has what's his and he doesn't plan on losing it.

"God fuck"!

"Don't think he can even help you now кукла. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? This is why you were acting out in front of my friends"?

"Yes, shit yes"!

"Just needed my cock to fill you up. S'that what it was"?

With his dick pounding in and out of you without mercy all you can manage is a nod.

"Yeah, it was". Smug bastard. "Why act up fuck when you can’t take it, huh”?

Bucky can feel you clenching down on him and he knows that you're close. He slides his left hand under the front of your dress and grabs your bare tits, messaging and tugging at your nipples.

His right-hand moves to your hair and he uses it to wrap your hair in a ponytail. Bucky tugs back on it as he feels himself draw closer to his release. Just as he's about to stop and check up on you Bucky catches you smirking back at him in the mirror earning you a slap on your ass.

God if only you knew what you did to him.

"James don't stop. Please just don't stop".

"Christ I love how you're sqeezin' down on me. Gonna milk this cock real good arent you кукла?" he grunts as he lowers himself to meet your ear.

"Gonna milk it. Gonna milk it James," you mumble absolutely cockdrunk out of your mind.

"Good girl. That's a good fucking girl". James can feel your walls flutter around him and he speeds up his pace. The sounds of your whines, Bucky's moans, skin slapping against skin, and the faint beat of the music fill the room as the both of you reach your highs.

With ripples of euphoria washing over you, again and again, you're finding it hard to concentrate. The restroom becomes a big blur of foggy white and your arms give out.

You thank every higher power that Bucky's arm swings under your body before you have a chance to slam into the dirty sink.

With his own orgasm hitting him and your thigh shaking, he finally has the opportunity to slide out of you and he watches as his cum drips out of your hole.

"Ah, кукла. You look so beautiful." he smiles as he spins you around and places you back onto the sink. "But we can't let that go to waste. Can we now"? Bucky's looking at you with the biggest innocent eyes as you don't know what he has in mind, but god are you in for the surprise.

"No" you reply matching his energy.

"No doll. No, we can't," he mumbles as his lips curve into a smirk. You lean back as you watch Bucky bring his index and middle finger back to your cunt and slide them in with no problem at all. He starts to pump his fingers in you, sliding his cum back inside of you, while attacking your lips with his own.

"Mmm James" you mumble as he bites on your lower lip.

"Ya'sweetheart"? Oh, he really is a bastard.

"Just like that". Your words make Bucky's eyes glimmer. Your lips slot open over his and he moves his kisses to your neck. He sucks on the skin so hard that you know he's going to leave marks. "Just a little more James. M'so close".

Hearing those words, Bucky's fingers speed up and curl against your velvet walls.

In a few more seconds, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your third orgasm hits you like a train. Your hands grip Bucky's biceps and he pulls you close to his chest to help you through your high.

Maybe there was a plus to jealousy.

— la fin.

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stockholmdolly · 2 years

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Thank you for loving ME III

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern Au)

Warnings: Bucky being a jerk? kinda.

Word count: 1,986

Summary: Two people with nothing in common, one is a socially awkward Y/AGE years old who lives a content life, no friends and definitely no complications; the other one is a man running from his past, avoiding friendships and relationships for fear to being hurt again. They’ve been living next door to each other for 6 months and know nothing about the other, well, except her, who knows all about his sexcapades. But life has a funny way of sneaking up on you. Who would've thought, it figures.

Author’s note: Hello fanfiction world, it is me! Stockholm Dolly. I just notice this took a turn, a very weird one, I managed to combine in this a part of another series that I’ve been writing, and if I keep this plot, I’ll go against everything I believe in, and that makes me so fucking confused and stressed lol I don’t know what to do anymore, anyway... Happy reading solecitos. English is my 4th language and all mistakes are my own confused mind hahaha

III. DESPERATE TIMES CALLS FOR DESPERATE MEASURES

My alarm went off at 4:30am, ugh, my head was throbbing. But I needed to see how James was doing.

I went to the living room and found him sleeping. I could hear soft snores coming off him, it was cute, no, no, Y/N, you can't think like that, you know him, you're going to be another notch in his belt. But seeing him there lying on the couch, you could admire him up close for the first time. His face is perfect, kind of unfair, he seems as if it had been carved by the gods themselves. They have their favorites.

I walk close to him and start caressing his face, "James, wake up, James" I only hear him mutter something I can't understand, and I try again pinching his cheeks this time, "Jamesy, wake up, or do you want me to bring my friend Mr. Frying Pan to wake you up?" I hear him groan but I can see him open his eyes.

"Ugh, 6A, what time is it?" he says

"Um, 4.45am, do you know your name?" I asked him

"My name? Are you crazy 6A? Of course, I know my name, it's James Barnes"

"Okay, and do you know my name?"

"Yes, Y/N, I don't know your last name though, we are not that close… yet"

"This is the closest we are going to get James, and I'm already regretting it" I try to say jokingly, though I'm saying it with a grain of truth behind it.

"Straight to my heart Y/N" he replies with his hand on his heart in a tone of mockery and pain.

"Okay, okay, that's enough, I'm going to bed again, it's too early to deal with my obnoxious neighbor"

"Sweet dreams Y/N, see you in a few more hours" he says waving at me.

BUCKY’S POV

I woke up feeling disoriented, I didn’t know where I was, and then I remembered the events from before, damn that frying pan hurts so much, my head still hurts pretty bad, she gave me something for the pain yesterday, maybe she keeps the bottle in the bathroom, I need to take more.

I started looking for the bathroom, opened a door and saw a room, like a dance room, with a pole in the middle, damn 6A, I mean Y/N is a stripper? Well, you know what they said, it’s always the quiet ones, I walk into the room and see several pictures hanging around the room, damn, Y/N is really hot, how did I not notice that before, I mean, she’s always wearing big jumpers and leggins, there’s not much to see in those clothes.

Suddenly, in the middle of the room is a picture of her with…Bruce Wayne? Is he, her boyfriend? Sugar daddy? As far as I know Bruce doesn't have kids or a girlfriend, but if Y/N is a stripper maybe they are keeping their relationship on the down low, I can do a lot with this picture, am I the kind of person who blackmails someone for… what, money? a job? of fucking course, I totally could get a job, they would want to buy my silence, no, James, your ma taught you better. you can’t do that to them, Y/N helped you without knowing you and without asking for anything in return…so far, well, just out of curiosity I took a picture with my cell phone and went to find the bathroom.

The bathroom is so clean, like hospital clean, where are the pills are, umm, the mirror cabinet, yes, there’s like tons of meds here, like wow, this is wow, I better take a picture of this too, I’m not sure if I’m going to use them, but I might find out later, when my head doesn’t hurt this bad. I took two ibuprofen pills and headed to the living room.

Y/N’s POV

Ugh, what time is it? I look at my phone, 8:00 am, I need to wake up James, I hope he is alive. I can't believe I hit him with a frying pan lol I should have recorded that and made it go viral.

As I walked out of my room I ran into a wall of muscle, uff, damn, this guy is all muscles.

“Are you okay?” he says

“Ugh, yeah, I’m fine, I was going to wake you up, how are you feeling?

“I’m fine, my name is James Barnes and my head doesn't hurt anymore, I hope you don’t mind, I took two more pills from your bathroom cabinet, you have a lot of pills for such a small person”

“Umm, did you snoop in my medicine cabinet?”

“Yes, I mean, not on purpose, I was looking for more ibuprofen, sorry, I didn't mean to”

“Don’t worry, I’m not hiding anything, it’s just not a conversation for a first meeting, you know?”

“Are you fine Y/N? that was a lot of meds” I wasn’t concerned about her; I need answers and the only way to get them is to pretend to be worried about her.

“I’m fine, I promise, just a treatment I follow for my health, nothing serious James”, Jesus Christ, that’s why I hate socializing, people and their questions. I don’t like this. I need to change the subject right now.

“Hey, do you want to stay for breakfast? I was planning to make chilaquiles” hopefully with the mention of food he can redirect his conversation

“Chila-what? Y/N I don’t know what that is, but I’m willing to eat”, that girl is obviously hiding something, she changed the subject almost immediately, but I’m hungry so I'll let it go for now.

“Okay, you can go to the living room and lie down for a bit, I'll let you know when everything's ready”

“Don’t You want me to help you? I’m not useless, my ma would cut my head off if I let you do everything alone after everything you did for me”

“Oh, umm, I can do it on my own, but that's okay, you can help me”, Christ this is a nightmare.

I have to admit he’s a good helper, he caught on pretty quickly, it seems like we always did this, dancing around the kitchen, like a couple, ugh, Y/N don’t go there, you can let anyone into your life, is not wise, not right now.

We had breakfast and it was almost 11:00 am so I decided to go to work so my dad wouldn't come to my apartment and worry. I don’t like that he worries about me; I feel like a burden. I know he’s my dad, but we suffered enough when mom left us.

“Sorry James, I don’t want you to think I’m kicking you out, but I have to go to work, I have an early shift today”, hopefully he doesn’t start questioning me.

“That’s okay Y/N, I need to go to my apartment anyway, thank you so much for everything you did, I owe you a big one”

“You don’t owe me anything James, happy to help, please take care of yourself, no alcohol for today, and here” I give him the rest of the chilaquiles, he seems to like them, “I don’t think you’ll want to cook for the day, so enjoy it”

BUCKY’s POV

She gave me the rest of the breakfast and I walked into my apartment, I was intrigued by Y/N. She's a really nice person, but that room, that photo? She must have something going on, something bad, no one is that mysterious just because. She doesn’t seem to have friends or go out, always in her apartment or working.

Damn, I need a job, I open my laptop and start looking for jobs in my field, I need something now, I send a lot of emails to try my luck, hopefully someone want to interview me, then, my phone starts ringing, ugh, who is it, I see the contact, my mom, I’ve been dodging her calls for a month.

“Hey mom”

“James, it's dad, my phone is at home”

“At home? Where are you guys? everything is alright?” I hear my dad sigh

“Your mom is sick James, she’s been trying to call you for a month, she’s in the hospital ever since, we don’t know what to do, the insurance doesn’t cover all the treatment”

I was in a state of shock, many feelings invaded me at that moment, stress, despair, guilt and anger. My mom is an incredible woman, she doesn’t deserve this, I need to make sure she recovers from this no matter what. “How much do you need dad, I can’t go home but I can send you the money, mom will get through this dad, don’t worry, she’s strong”

“We need $50,000 so far, but is only been a month, so I don’t know what we are going to do James, I’m working two shifts and Becca’s thinking about taking a semester off to help out too”

He sounded helpless. I hate to hear him like that, one of the reasons for my sudden departure was so they wouldn't have to worry about feeding one more person.

“Give me this week dad, I’ll call you on Saturday, okay? I’m going to talk to my boss and ask him for a loan, we are going to get through this”

“I’m sorry James, I didn’t want to call, but mom want you to know and then with the cost going up I’m really overwhelmed”

“Don’t worry, we will talk later, take care of ma, whatever she needs, let the staff take care of it, okay? I manage the payment later and tell Becca not to drop out school, she needs to keep studying, I love you dad”, I hang up and run my hand through my face, fuck, what am I supposed to do? I need that money, I have my savings, it is definitely not much, almost $12,000, I can send my dad 10 and live with the rest till I find a job. And then I remembered the picture in Y/N’s room, fuck, I can't believe I’m thinking about this, but my mom needs me, she'd totally flip out if she found out how I got the money, but I can worry about that later, I need to her to be healthy first.

I open my laptop again and start my research about Bruce Wayne, no kids, he had a wife but she left him because he was so immersed into work, he didn’t have the time to be with her, she obviously drain him in the divorce, but being one of the richest men in the country that didn’t make a dent in his wallet. No current girlfriend, just a lot of arm candies for PR purposes, if Y/N’s his girlfriend or sugar baby must be really private, she is not in any pics, but she said she had an early shift today, maybe he needs her early, my mind was racing, thinking how can I do this without getting caught, first I need a new mail and a VPN, I can let them trace my IP address, done, then send the mail, just a little sneak peak of the pic, but, I can’t show the photo without raising suspicions, I need to send an email first and if they answer I send the pic in the next one, hopefully is in one or two days and most importantly… I need to keep my “friendship” with Y/N, I need to make her trust me, maybe she could tell me the truth eventually and if Wayne doesn’t answer maybe I can make her fall in love with me, she totally could give me the money I need, PERFECT, let’s get to work.

A little footnote: chilaquiles are a Mexican dish, you can have them for breakfast or lunch, they’re made of tortilla chips, chicken, steak or eggs, green or red sauce, onion, cheese and sour cream- They are good for hangovers when you make them spicy. It's an easy Mexican recipe, if someone want to try them you can ask me the recipe or search for it on google.

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#Bucky Barnes #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic

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msmarvelouswinchester · 3 years

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Chan's 1k Followers Challenge!

To commemorate my 1k followers milestone, I decided to hold a little writing challenge for you guys!

Now there's a twist, more like a spin because it'll be Spin The Wheel Challenge! The rules are a little...baffling, so please read them carefully and you have to be 18+ and you don't necessarily have to follow me but it'll be nice!

The general rules are as follows -

You can write for both Sam and Dean (I wouldn't say no to a Winchester sandwich either). All versions of the Winchesters (demon, soulless, AUs, are welcome)

Other than the SPN fandom, you can write for Marvel, Lucifer, Shadow&Bone, 911, Bridgerton

You can also write for Jensen and Jared (or a J2 sandwich), Ben Barnes, Chris Evans too. Honestly, if you want to write for characters not mentioned here, go for it! No worries, let the imagination run wild.

Characters x male readers are welcomed as well

The only donts here are - No Wincest or Destiel (not a fan, not a shipper), no underage smut, no wife-hate.

AUs and A/B/O verse fics are highly welcomed as well as non-cons and dubcons.

Minimum words - 500, maximum - there's no limit but I will prefer if you keep it as an oneshot or even a three parts miniseries.

Now that we are done with the general rules, let's dive into the rules specific to the game!

So I have five sets of different prompt lists - Set A include Song Prompts, Set B includes AU prompts and so on.

There are fifteen prompts in each sets (if necessary, I'll add more)

What you'll do is that you'll send me an ask or a message with the letter of your chosen set (A, B, C, D or E) and then I'll spin the wheel and on whichever number the arrow lands, is your prompt.

To participate you have to choose at least one set but the maximum number of sets you can choose? All five of them! Let the creativity run wild people!

Due date for submission - 30th January (but of course, if you need more time, just lemme know)

Tag me in the A/N when you post your fic and you can also use the #chans1kspinthewheel when you post!

That's it for the rules, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me, happy writing!

You can find the prompt list down below and this is the online spin the wheel which will be used.

Prompt List

A - SONG PROMPTS (I put my spotify on shuffle for this)

Exile by Taylor Swift, Bon Iver

You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

Favourite Crime by Olivia Rodrigo

Creep by Radiohead

The Night We Met by Lord Huron

Happier than Ever by Billie Eilish

Never Worn White by Katy Perry

You Are The Reason by Calum Scott

Hey Jude by The Beatles

Perfect by One Direction

She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5

Love The Way You Lie (part 2) by Rihanna, Eminem

Night Moves by Bob Seger

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur

B - AU PROMPTS

Neighbors AU

Hospital AU

College AU

Serial Killer AU

Hallmark AU

Domestic AU

Mafia AU

Soulmate AU

Road Trip AU

Witch AU

Professor AU

Rockstar AU

Royalty AU

Stripper AU

Single Parent AU

C - TROPES PROMPTS

Enemies to Lovers

Fake Dating

Bestfriends/Friends to Lovers

Blind Date

Arranged Marriage

Bed Sharing

Fix-it

Mutual Pining

Hurt/Comfort

Huddling for Warmth

Slow Burn

First Time

Opposites Attract

Friends With Benefit

Secret Admirers

D - Dialogue Prompts

“Can you kiss me again? I wasn’t ready.”

“You weren't there when I needed you the most.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”

“You’re not giving me much of a choice.”

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

“You look so good on your knees like that.”

“Those things you said yesterday…Did you mean them?

“Do you want me to leave?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“I could never get tired of you.”

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

“Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

E - NSFW PROMPTS

Sex Pollen

Fuck or Die

Beard kink

Breeding Kink

Publix Sex

Shower Sex

Mutual Masturbation

Dirty Talk

Cockwarming

Mirror Sex

Orgasm Denial

Oral Sex (fem or male)

Edging

Sexting

Roleplay

#chans1kspinthewheel #chan celebrates 1k followers #writing challenge

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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Power Over Me - 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU

Run-through: CEO James Buchanan Barnes is a dom. And he’s spent the last 5 years searching for his perfect sub. Then one night, he finds you. He thinks everything will fall perfectly into place now; but he thought wrong. Turns out your unfortunate past which still haunts you to this day, and some of his enemies are well connected. Things go wrong. And your bond with your dom is tested in almost every way…

Themes throughout the series: dom/sub dynamic, smut, dirty talk, angst, fluff

Bucky let out a sigh of boredom and tiredness as he walked into the club.

He unbuttoned his suit and thanked himself for having left his tie in the car itself because he truly, desperately needed to relax after an entire week’s work. Being the CEO of his own flourishing company was nice and all, but managing all those branches and employees and partaking in all those meetings and conferences all the time were taking a toll on him.

Yet, he walked in with a little hope in his heart. A hope, which only diminished as time went on. Bucky had everything; money, power, respect. But he was incomplete. He was a dom, and his last relationship with a sub happened five long years ago. He’s had casual, normal sex countless times since but he was never satisfied. Never truly satisfied.

Bucky walked into the dimly lit BDSM club, which was owned by one of his close friends who shared the same lifestyle as him. The only difference was, all his friends had their subs, only Bucky didn’t.

The club was more or less like an elite, private strip club – only instead of strippers and dancers, there were subs who waited to be chosen by which ever dom would like to have some private time with them. Or play a scene in the playrooms. At the end of the night, there was always a line up – where doms chose who they were interested in. Bucky had been here countless of times, but no one ever caught his attention. He never felt drawn to any of the girls.

See, Bucky was a slightly more complex man. He was what one calls a soft dom. His friends, who all shared the same lifestyles, playfully teased him about it all the time. But Bucky never changed despite the jokes. He wasn’t like other doms who were into public humiliation, or hardcore scenes, or who had strict regimes and timetables for their subs to follow.

Of course, Bucky did have his fair share of rules set and ready for whenever he’d find his perfect girl but they were rules which could be bent. He believed it’d be much more enjoyable and fun that way.

The atmosphere of the club was similar to how it always is. Some doms took part in scenes with one or more than one subs in one of the many open play spaces; which Bucky was never necessarily fond of. He had attended many scenes, but he was never one to take part in it. There were equipment scattered nicely around the room. Most people were in the lounge area, on the dark red couches and chairs; subs on their doms laps, or other knelt beside their masters. Everyone was doing their own thing, playing roles in a healthy, consensual manner, knowing that this was their safe, little secret space.

And there Bucky was. Lonely even though he was surrounded by people. As he looked around, seeing the expression of content and delight on all the other doms’ faces, it did make him envy them a little.

I would treat my sub much better than they treat theirs. If I had one. His inner voice spoke up.

He walked further in, eventually joining his friends at a table. People walking around, especially the women threw curious glances at him. Some were provocative, some were less. Everyone was dressed differently; some in suits, ladies in gowns, subs in anything ranging from latex lingerie to nothing at all. It used to be overwhelming, but now it wasn’t. He was comfortable, right in his element. Just lonely.

He was in the middle of a conversation with Sam when someone, out of nowhere, caught his eye.

Wearing a short, but not too revealing, figure hugging brown dress; you stood by the stairs which led to the private playrooms upstairs. Alone, with your head hung low, fingers intertwined; you stood politely. It seemed as though you were waiting for something, or someone. Bucky watched you. Five minutes went by and no one, no man approached you.

Bucky eyed you a little more for a while. You had no collar on. Your hair was perfect, he could only imagine burying his entire face in it or wrapping it around his fist and tug on it. He could imagine how pretty you’d look on your knees. You shyly looked up for a brief moment, and Bucky’s breathed hitched in his throat at the sight of your face.

Oh my. What a lovely girl!

He tried to shift his focus back on what Sam was talking about but he couldn’t. He was bewitched. In a trance. Like he had found all the answers he ever looked for. After five long years, something sparked in him. A desire, or a need rather. A need to have you, and have you hand over your control to him. Just one look and Bucky longed, he yearned for something he hadn’t even touched, or experienced yet – you.

He got up from his table after a few minutes, and made his way to you. Your head was still hanging low, so you didn’t notice his arrival until you realized you were looking at a pair of dark shoes.

You tensed up immediately, knowing that someone stood in front of you. You wanted so bad to just lift your head up and see what he looked like, but you couldn’t. Never make eye contact unless you’re told to. You had been trained so, years ago, by your previous Master.

Bucky scanned you one more time; definitely no collar, no necklace with initials on, no bracelet – nothing. Perfect. You weren’t taken… yet.

He spoke up. “Hello beautiful, what’s your name?” he asked, softly. His voice almost made you tremble, in a good way; you weren’t trembling in fear in front of him like you did with your previous Master. But you didn’t reply, instead you shifted your gaze back and forth from his shoes to yours. You waited.

Bucky realized that you must be one of the subs who received very stern training. So he spoke up again. “You may speak, sweetheart.” He said, and expected a reply this time. He watched you intently as you parted your lips, your tongue quickly wetting them before you replied to his question.

“Y/N.” you politely said your name. Your voice sent chills throughout his body. It had been long, too long since he’s been with a sub. Bucky feared he might be rusty, but seeing how your body reacted to his presence alone, he was sure he did just fine.

He chuckled lightly, in an approving manner. “That’s a pretty name. Would you, Y/N, like to accompany me upstairs?" he asked again, referring to the private playrooms upstairs. You were quiet, processing. He was leaving the decision on you? How odd. Your previous Master never did so.

All Bucky got was silence. Part of him was disheartened immediately, thinking you would reject him. Then he remembered, “You may speak when asked a question, doll.” His tone was just a little less playful than previously. It was an insignificant change, but you caught it. Just like you did when your previous Master’s mood changed, you always caught and dreaded the change in his voice.

Calm down, this isn’t him. This isn’t him. This isn’t him.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all, Master.” You replied, somewhat monotonously. There was something about how you responded which didn’t sit too well with Bucky. Subs were usually excited and glad and looked forward to playtime, instead you seemed… afraid? He was sure he’ll figure it out by the time you were upstairs.

“Look at me.” He said, softly. You hesitantly looked up to meet a pair of pretty eyes. James Barnes? You had heard of him, even saw him at the club a few times. Oh lord was he handsome from up close! You lowered your eyes immediately, in fear. Never stare, it’s rude. You had been trained so. Bucky frowned. “I said look at me, doll.” his voice was much firm but he didn’t sound mad, not in the least.

You looked up again, and held his stare this time. You were shy, he could tell. He extended his arm for you to take. You placed the palm of your hand in his warm, larger one. “You will address me as ‘Sir’, understood angel?” his voice was calming, weirdly.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” He smiled.

Bucky led you upstairs and into one of the private rooms. It was nice and cozy inside, dimmed lights – dimmer than downstairs, comfortable couches, lots of pillows and equipment and other toys. You were very much familiar with these rooms; you’ve been here before many times.

You hung your head low again, waiting for his instructions. He locked the door, let go of your hand, walked in and stopped in the middle of the room then turned around to face you.

“Kneel.” He said, using the same calm and collected voice from before. He wasn’t too overpowering, he was easing you into this, you could tell. You hurried and dropped to your knees on the floor right before him.

You waited. He scoffed, as if disapproving of something. You trembled, wondering what you had done wrong. You replayed the past few minutes over and over again as he moved away from you, walking over to the couch. Was he leaving? Why do you act like you’re stupid at times, huh? Your previous master’s harsh words echoed in your head. And you got all teary eyed just thinking about the man and how he handled your “stupidity.”

Bucky reached for a pillow. “Don’t you know you have to kneel on a cushion, you silly baby? Else, you’re gonna bruise your knees. We don’t want that, do we now doll?” he grabbed the soft pillow and walked back to where you knelt on the floor. Bucky didn’t think twice before squatting down and placing the pillow on the floor for you to kneel on. No dom had ever gotten on his knee for your comfort ever before, this was new to you.

But even then, he noticed you remained unmoving in your spot. He looked up to find you all teary eyed, and tensed. He reached out to touch your chin, you flinched at first – due to not so pleasant past experiences with impatient doms – but you recovered once you felt his soft, caring touch. You looked into his piercing but soft eyes, and you looked away immediately; unable to handle the intensity of it all.

When you looked down, you noticed the pillow. And you quickly scooted forward and knelt on it instead of the cold, hard wooden floor. “Sorry, sir.” Your voice trembled a little. Your hands were shaking a little, and Bucky noticed. He didn’t like it.

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted your head up so you had no choice but look at him. “Who did this to you?” he asked, waiting for an answer.

Bucky could clearly see that someone must’ve taken advantage of you, or they must’ve treated you poorly. You were so tensed and scared. You understood what he meant by the question, and many memories came flooding back in. Memories of him. Your previous Master. The first master who claimed you, collared you, trained you and the only one to have done so up till now.

You looked into Bucky’s eyes and wondered what to say.

“Tell me, baby.” he urged you to talk. Baby…

You fidgeted in your spot, your heels digging into your butt cheeks. “My… master. The one, um, I was with before. He…” you trailed off, not knowing how to describe him. Was rough? Too rough? Didn’t care about boundaries, didn’t respect limits? Didn’t believe in aftercare? There was so much you could say about him but you couldn’t vocalize it all.

You didn’t have to. Bucky understood. He had seen cases like these, where one wanna-be, terrible dom messes up and scars a sub for life. Bucky was angry, not at you, but at whoever the hell it was who had taken advantage of your submission, instead of cherishing it. The idiot, whoever he was, must’ve made you think that doms were to be feared. When in reality, that wasn’t the case. That was never the case.

Oh my sweet, sweet angel… Bucky’s heart broke just looking at your broken state. You were lost, confused between what you wanted and what not, what you could do and what not. You had been fed lies about this lifestyle, and in that moment Bucky knew he could never let you go. He couldn’t leave you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did.

Bucky didn’t let go of your chin, and you were alright with that. You let him. “Hey,” he said softly, leaning in closer to you, “it’s okay, my little pearl. There’s no need to be afraid anymore. I’m here, now. You’re here with me, don’t think about anything else.” He spoke, looking you deep in the eyes. He meant it all. “We’re here for you. For your pleasure, remember that.” he sounded so lovely and caring. “Nod if you understand.”

You nodded, wondering how could it be that you relaxed just by looking into his eyes. He was… calming. All of him was; his voice, his stance, his demeanor – he dripped of power and authority but he was also nurturing and sweet. A deadly combo. But a great one.

“Good girl.” He complimented you. You could see the stark difference between him and your previous Master. With the latter, compliments were rare, so rare. Practically non-existent. But with Bucky… he complimented you just for nodding. You felt warm and good; something you hadn’t felt in years.

You realized then that you wanted him. Bad. You needed him.

“Now tell me, sweetheart,” he spoke slowly. “What to do want?” he urged you to answer. He waited, longing to hear those words from your pretty lips.

“To please you, sir.” You answered. Warmth washed over both of you. Bucky smiled, and moved his hand from your chin to your hair. He slid his fingers into your hair gently, massaging your scalp for a few moments before standing up again.

He looked down at you, as you slowly lowered your eyes, focusing back on his shoes. “Go ahead, angel.” He gave you the green light. And you tried your hardest not to seem impatient as you unbuckled his pants and lowered it just enough to free his cock. The sight of his thick cock had your mouth watering in need, but this wasn’t about you. This was about showing him how well you could please him. And you intended on leaving a good impression.

“Open up, sweetheart.” He watched how you parted your lips and inched forward; wrapping your hands around his cock and placed your mouth on his tip; your tongue slowly circling his tip.

Bucky slid his hand into your hair and grabbed a fistful of it; tugging on it gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth just a little, the rest he left it up to you, for you to take at your own pace. “Don’t rush baby, take your time. I’m right here with you.” He whispered, with his cock halfway into your mouth.

You didn’t waste any time, inch by inch, you took him in. He fit, surprisingly, into your mouth perfectly, despite his delicious size. You looked up at him, he threw his head back and exhaled loudly. He looked back down at you. “Be a good girl for me, come on.” He said, softly.

You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head around his tip; taking him in and out of your mouth, he hit the back of your throat each time you took him in.

You kept your eyes on his perfect face as you sucked on his cock. He closed his eyes momentarily, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. He looked majestic. “Fuck…” he moaned and you quickened your pace. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He whined and looked down at you. “Oh look at you go.” He sounded breathless.

His taste invaded your senses. And you liked it. Oh you liked it. The sounds leaving his mouth fueled the fire in you. You were doing that. You were making him feel good like this.

He bucked his hips forward very gently into your mouth, and loved the sight of your spit coating his cock, and how your mouth stretched and struggled just a little to accommodate him in your mouth. You looked magnificent on your knees, taking him perfectly. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this good, and complete at the same time.

You felt all of him against your tongue and you repeated your actions again and again, hollowing your cheeks. The gasps and moans which escaped his lips made you squirm and it only added to the dampness which was forming in your underwear. And his praises… oh his praises.

“You look so pretty on your knees, angel. So pretty.” He moaned and panted and tugged harder on your hair. “Come on that’s it, show me how much of a good girl you can be for me.” His words made you tremble in the best way possible.

Yes. Yes, I’ll be your good girl. All for you. You felt it then, the connection. You wondered if he felt it too. The need to give in to him burned inside you. You wanted to surrender completely, to him, his praises, his loving words. He was so kind, so caring… so soft.

He quickened the pace at which he moved in and out of you; eager to chase his orgasm. He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum. Your hands toyed with his balls, and he hissed. “That’s it, my angel. Come on, take me. Take all of me.” He murmured, urging you to speed up.

Bucky gently pushed your mouth down on his cock, you struggled to breath for just a second but then you grew accustomed to it. You relaxed your throat and allowed him in deeper into your mouth. The sounds he made were glorious.

He swore under his breath as you took him out and dragged your tongue over the slit on his tip very lazily before taking him back into your mouth and suck on his cock until he felt his orgasm building nicely. He looked down at you. So perfect. So perfect it hurt, and he just wanted to take you away from here, away from everyone else’s hungry gaze and protect you with his life.

He pulled himself out of your mouth abruptly, and tugged gently onto your hair, which was wrapped around his fist. Your spit mixed with his cum coated your lips, your eyes watered just a little and he chuckled when he saw the excitement in your eyes. You gasped as he pushed two fingers past your lips. You welcomed them in and treated them the same way you had worshipped his cock merely seconds ago.

Bucky watched with his own lips parted. Fuck… his cock twitched, missing the warmth and softness of your wet mouth already. “Will you be a good girl and swallow all that I give you, doll?” he asked, chest heaving a little, he was on the edge, you could tell.

You nodded frantically, his fingers still in your mouth. “Answer me, baby. Will you?” he asked again, removing his fingers to let you talk.

“Yes sir.”

He didn’t waste any time, he pushed himself back into your mouth and let you do your thing. You welcomed his familiar taste and size.

You wrapped your arms around his thighs and sucked on his cock until he came; spilling his warm load down your throat. You focused on swallowing all that he gave you. He came with a moan and a sigh, closing his eyes and relishing the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him. You swallowed all of him, licked him clean and zipped his pants back up and buckled his belt again.

And you waited, still on your knees on the cushion before him. He smiled down at you, enchanted. I found you.

“You did so good, angel. You were perfect.” He ran a hand lazily over your hair, smoothing it down given it had gotten all messy since he tugged on it. Once he was done, he spoke again. “Stand.”

You listened, and kept your head down. “Time to go downstairs now baby, okay?” he gently caressed your cheek. You looked up, and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, sir.”

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You two got downstairs, and he before he could say anything to you, you were pulled away from him by one of the managers of the club. Bucky could only watch as the middle aged woman dragged you away from him, chiding you for being late or something of that sort. Bucky was confused for a minute. He was initially planning on asking you if you’d like to come home with him. But before he could, you were taken away from him to God knows where. Then he realized.

Oh no. They were taking you to the line-up.

The line-up was nothing new to you. You visited the club weekly for years now, you had gone on that stage so many times to line up with all the girls who were at the club. There was not much to do once you were on stage, you just had to stand there and let the men or the couples choose whoever they liked.

You wondered if Mr. Barnes would be in the audience. Would he? No, he must have found someone else by now. Men like him wouldn’t waste time on line-ups. Regardless, the hope burned in a corner of your heart.

The line-up was important, whoever got chosen the quickest got paid the most by the club. If not, then you return home empty handed. Home… you didn’t have a home. Home is where you’re supposed to feel safe, and happy and loved. What you had close to that was a shabby apartment that you share with 2 other roommates.

As the manager tugged you rather harshly along to get you to the line-up in time, you did more thinking. Most girls when they get chosen go immediately with the one who chose them. Then they come back, usually after a couple of weeks.

Or sometimes the masters shared and exchanged amongst themselves, with consent of the sub obviously. One girl, however, stayed for longer with a dom once. 3 months. Everyone thought she would never return, that she had found her one true dom, her master. Which is what every girl here dreams of – finding the right one. To surrender to, to give up complete and utter control to. Someone to complete them. You longed for that too, silently.

Earlier, with Mr. Barnes, you had had a brush with what that feeling might be like. To feel complete. To feel joy and happiness in pleasuring your dom. In surrendering to him, letting him know it was okay for him to play with you as he pleased.

Oh Mr. Barnes… you were so lost in thoughts of him that you didn’t realize you weren’t walking anymore. The manager wasn’t tugging on your arm. She stood still, speaking to someone on her phone. You were right there, so you eavesdropped.

“Who did?” she spoke through the phone. “What’s the name?” she paused. Then her eyes widened, “Oh.” And she seemed like she was trying very hard not to look your way.

What?

“Did he really?” she spoke again, and paused. “Damn. Tell him I’ll be right there. Yes, I’m bringing her along.” She ended the call rapidly.

Her? Were they talking about you?

She turned to you. “Change of plans, no need for you to get to the line-up.” She said, dragging you to the opposite side of the stage where the line-up is usually held up.

“What? Why?” you thought of everything all at once. What is happening?

The manager turned to look at you briefly, and you saw something resembling envy in her eyes. Envy? Really?

“Because someone already wants you.” Her words echoed in your head.

Someone…wants you…

Could it be… could it be Mr. Barnes? Oh…

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