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Dark-ish Mob bucky barnes x virgin maid reader 
Warnings: Dub con, manipulation but make it sexy, possessiveness, jealously, SMUT, innocence kink, virginity taking, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, Dom Bucky and the tiniest appearance of sub Bucky. a smidgen of fluff? 
What have I done. Reader is very innocent, Bucky is a menace. A MENACE. (he really does like you though) This is so filthy, I’m sorry. So much pent up nastiness. Just filth right through. A lil fucked up. Just a lil. or a lot depending on your limits, the ending is meant to be happy okay? 
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Bucky’s eyes were locked on you, watching you quietly dust a few shelves, the hem of your skirt riding up as you reached for a vase that rested on top of it. He had to adjust himself as you bent over to put away some books on the bottom of the shelf. Your sweet innocent cotton panties were on full display; the tiny maid dress did nothing to cover any of your modesty. 
Fuck, he loved that uniform. 
He cocked his head, as you nervously lingered around his office for a second longer instead of leaving immediately as you usually did. You carefully approached his desk, clinging onto your duster for dear life while Bucky sat back in his chair, simply nodding for you speak. 
“I-May I have the night off, sir?” You kept your eyes trained on your feet, not daring look up at him while he smirked to himself, enjoying how you bit your lip, fingers gripping the duster, anxiously waiting for his answer. 
Always so polite. 
“Hm, what for?” 
What did his pretty maid have to do, that was so important. 
“I-I have a date” You squeaked out, swallowing thickly as your mob moss wordlessly stared at you. 
Oh. 
“I see” His jaw clenched slightly, “with who” You blinked, picking up on the coldness of Bucky’s voice, shifting on your feet, now wishing you hadn’t said anything. 
“Um-John, sir” 
“Walker?” You nodded, while Bucky continued to glare at you, softening his gaze again. “Innocent thing like you...” He cocked an eyebrow, eyes raking up and down your body, “You think you’ll please him?” 
“P-please him?” You whispered, while Bucky smirked, making you more flustered. "I don’t understand, Mr. Barnes”
“I’m sure he’ll be expecting a lot kotenok, especially at the end of your night” 
“What will he expect?” Your voice was hardly a whisper, swallowing thickly at the way your stomach clenched over the pet name he had for you. You were genuinely confused over what he was referring to. 
“I’m sure he’ll want those pretty lips all over him princess” 
“Like kissing?” You asked innocently while Bucky let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head. 
“No doll, he’ll want more than that” 
“I’ve never done anything before” You look at him with doe eyes, meeting Bucky’s lust hungry ones, his length straining against the fabric of his pants. 
“Anything?” his cock grew harder, unable to contain the way he was throbbing, “You’re a virgin?” His cock started to leak the second you nodded. 
His innocent little doll, as sweet as she looked. 
No one had ever touched you before. 
No one else ever would. 
Your heart started to beat faster, feeling stickiness dampen your panties. Why did that always happen when you were near him. You glanced at the clock, realizing it’d be time for you to get ready soon. 
“May I go sir?” 
“You should practice then, hm?” He ignored your question, eyes boring into you, watching the way you squeezed your thighs together. “You wouldn't want to disappoint him”
You shook your head, you would never want to disappoint your date, you were surprised he even took an interest in you. Still, you weren’t sure...Bucky noted your hesitation, beckoning you to come closer, his legs spread while you stood in front of his chair.
“I-but John...” you couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy, wondering if it would be right to do anything with Bucky when someone else had asked you out.
“It’s okay princess, I can help you” His voice was soft, pulling your hand to stand between his legs “You’re not doing anything wrong, I just want you to feel comfortable when you go out with him” 
You nodded, feeling a little better while Bucky adjusted himself, his hand brushing over his boner. 
“You can practice on me, okay?” You felt the ache between your legs grow stronger, seeing his erection on full display, his cock nearly bursting out of his pants. “I’ll tell you what to do honey, don’t worry” 
Bucky undid the button of his pants, unzipping them, and tugging them down slightly, pulling his cock out of his briefs, stroking himself.
“Come here baby, get on your knees for me” 
You hesitantly kneeled in front of him, his thick dripping cock, inches away from your face, pearls of precum endlessly beading from the head of his swollen length. 
“You’ve never touched a cock, have you” He smirked when you shook your head, taking your hand in his and wrapping it around him. “I’ll show you how to stroke it” His fist wrapped around yours, his calloused rough hands were a stark difference compared to your smaller soft ones. “You feel how hard I am for you sweets? m’sure his cock will be nice and hard for you too” There was a slight taunt in his voice, never, he’d never let these perfect hands touch another man. 
He groaned at the feeling of how your skin felt, jerking his cock, guiding you to go up and down his length, from the base to the top, avoiding the tip on purpose. 
“It’s so sensitive here baby” He guided your hand to wrap around the tip of his cock, taking your thumb and brushing it over his slit. He hissed, feeling your soft fingers, moving moving you to massage the tip of his cock “Wrap your hand around and twist it when you touch me there, it feels so good” He let go of your hand, watching you do exactly what he showed you. 
“Good girl, doing such a good job princess” You preened at his praise, focused on quick long strokes from the base, squeezing gently around the head. “You learn fast, huh baby?” 
“Thank you sir” You whispered, your breath hitching when he ran his fingers through your hair. 
“You want to practice how to suck a cock kotenok?” You blinked, leaning closer between his legs while he tugged his pants down further to spread his thighs apart more. Your stomach flipped at his soft scent, his length slick with his arousal. He held his cock to your lips, gently bringing you closer. “Don’t be scared doll, it’s just me. You’re practicing remember?” 
You nodded, remembering Bucky wasn’t going to judge you though you couldn't help but feel nervous. 
“Taste me first sweet heart” Bucky bit his lip, hearing the softest moan slip past your lips when you swiped your tongue across the tip, licking off his precum. “See how wet you make my cock doll, that’s what happens when you’re doing such a good job, its gets so leaky” 
“Give me your hand sweets” He tugged your hand to push them between his legs, his heavy sack sitting in your palm “You feel how heavy they are baby, so full of cum. Rub them doll, just like that baby, play with them in those pretty hands” You were careful, your hands softly touching him, not wanting to hurt him accidently. Bucky nearly came on the spot, the vein on the side of his cock pulsing. 
“Ready princess?” He brought his length to your mouth, loving the way you hesitantly parted your lips slightly, letting him push just the tip. “Use that soft tongue baby, suckle on it, like you’re drinking from me, nurse on my cock baby, such a good girl, perfect warm wet mouth”
Bucky couldn’t help but lean back in his chair, admiring the way your mouth felt, your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking softly while your tongue swiped around the head.  
“Swirl your tongue around, that’s it, give me your other hand” He helped you jerk his cock while you continued to suck him, your other hand still toying with his balls, loving how warm and soft his skin felt. 
“Tug them baby, harder, tug my balls” Bucky groaned, feeling you squeeze them, “Wrap your hand tighter around my dick, c’mon princess, jerk me nice and hard while you suck” 
“Am I doing okay?” Your lips were swollen, glistening with his arousal, pulling off his cock with a pop, hoping you were making him feel good and not wasting his time. 
“You’re doing perfect princess, you ready to try something else now?” 
“Yes, sir” 
“Take a nice deep breath through your nose, you’re gonna take my whole cock in your mouth” You did as you were told as he guided your head to take his full length, making you gag as soon as his tip nudged down your throat. “There we go, here, hold onto me baby, that’ll make it easier” 
Your hands moved to grasp his thighs, your nails digging into his skin, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes. He groaned at the sting of your nails, the prickles of pain getting him off more. He pushed his cock in deeper, moaning when your nails dug into his skin, nearly breaking it.  
“Look at what a good job you’re going baby, got my cock so hard for you-fuck-” His teeth were gritted, rocking his hips off the chair, fucking your face. He grasped the back of your head, moving it up and down, his balls tightening, cum ready to blow from his cock.  “That’s it, that’s it, doing so good kotenok, don’t stop” 
“Be a good girl and suck my cock, there we go pretty girl” He couldn't hold off any longer, all his muscles tensed, his orgasm aching at the base of his cock. 
“FUCK” His movements stilled, spilling into your mouth with his warm cum, your tongue and throat coated with his seed. You didn’t think twice, swallowing every drop, pulling off his cock, letting his soaked softening length slap against his skin. He hissed, tucking his cock back in, buttoning his pants while you licked his salty heady taste off your lips. 
“Did you swallow princess” His thumb brushed your cheek, wondering why you didn’t hurry off to spit, the content dazed look on your face making his already sensitive dick twitch again. You nodded shyly, while Bucky groaned, grabbing you and smashing his lips onto yours, tasting himself on you. You whimpered against his lips, nervous with how your arousal had dripped onto your thighs, nothing made the ache go away. 
“What is it printsessa?” He smirked, his nose trailing up the column of your neck. You let out a shuddered breath, feeling his lips brush your skin. 
“I-I feel-” Your words were breathless, too shy to tell him your panties were soaked, the throbbing and aching between your legs was getting worse.
“Do you need something doll?” He cooed, pulling you up to your feet, and grasping your hips to straddle his thigh. You whimpered, feeling his thigh flex under you, the material of your panties rubbing your clit. You could feel your pussy throb, it was too much and not enough at the same time, you knew you needed something, more. 
“I need...” Your voice trailed off, your body stiff, holding yourself back form rubbing yourself on him to relieve the throbbing. 
“What do you need baby, did sucking my cock get your pussy all tingly and needy” His eyes were blown with lust, cupping your cheek, his thumb tugging down your lower lip. “It’s normal princess, you want me to make that feeling go away?” He whispered, smirking against your skin when you whined, your fingers digging into his shirt. 
“You don’t want to go on your date like this, huh doll, you want me to help you?” You nodded, burying your face in his neck, moaning when he firmly held your hips, guiding you to grind and rub yourself on his thigh. “That’s it, we’ll make that achy feeling go away baby” He moved you to press on him harder, ignoring the way his cock was hard again, feeling your slick dampen his pants. 
“How does that feel doll” 
“Feels-it feels good” You whimpered, panting against his skin, your body felt like it was on fire, you had never felt this much pleasure in your life and he wasn’t even touching you. You could feel yourself climb higher and higher, all the pent up pleasure looking for a way to release
“I-I’m-I-Sir, it feels good, it-I need more-” You cried out, while Bucky growled, rocking you back and forth faster; he could feel your body tense, the scent of your sweet arousal growing stronger. 
“You gonna cum baby? Is that little clit throbbing, you’re soaking me princess, let go, cum for me, be a good girl and cum” His words threw you off the edge, your nails digging into his shoulders, grinding on him, squeezing your thighs around his, moaning into his neck. Pleasure and warmth washed over you in waves, your body convulsing while Bucky held you close. 
“Feel better sweets?” He rubbed your back while you clung onto him, feeling limp, your mind was hazy, not wanting to leave his arms-
Wait-
No.
John. 
Your date. 
“Better” Your voice was small, standing on shaky legs as he helped you off his lap. You gasped when he held you in place, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. 
“Let’s see how you taste baby, let me show you how he should clean you up after”  He tugged your panties off, running a finger through your folds, gathering your slick and licking it clean, his eyes rolling back at the taste of your arousal.  As much as he wanted to bury his face in your needy cunt, that would have to wait until he had you spread on his bed. “Don’t let him waste a drop baby, it’s not nice to leave such a pretty doll soaked and messy after making her cum” He dipped his fingers back, gathering whatever you had to offer, greedily tasting you as if you were the sweetest taste in the world. 
“You taste perfect babydoll, go get ready so you’re not late” You were so flustered you didn’t notice him tuck your panties away in his pocket. “You remember everything I showed you, hm? How to use that pretty tongue, how to get a cock, nice hard and wet” He cooed, still not letting you go. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, some part of your body screaming to stay and practice more, you wanted to be a good girl and learn everything-
no. 
“We can practice more later baby, don’t worry” Bucky let go of your hand while you quickly ran off to your room to get ready “Enjoy yourself doll” Bucky smirked, digging into his pocket, puling his phone out. 
****
“What happened sweets” Bucky hid the smile on his face with concern seeing you in your perfect dress, still in your room, far past your date time. 
“He cancelled” You sat quietly at the edge of your bed, looking at your phone, the last message from him stating he wasn’t interesting in seeing you. It stung. He was the one that chased after you and you had bothered to spend time getting ready for him just to drop everything at the last minute. 
“I’m sorry princess, get some rest, you can have the morning off” He softly closed your door, smiling to himself,  sending Steve a quick thank you before going to his room. 
No one else would ever have you. 
Every since you had practiced with Bucky once, he had insisted you keep practicing so you wouldn't forget anything, always reminding you all this was just between you two and giving you new ways to toy with his cock using your mouth. Of course you didn’t mind, desperate to learn from him, let him teach you. You had gone back to him nearly every single night, craving his bittersweet taste on your tongue and humping and rubbing yourself to satisfaction right after. 
“I think we should try something else today” You gasped, as Bucky lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist; you’d just came all over his thigh, it was part of your nightly routine at this point. “Let me show you more princess” He stood up from his office chair with you wrapped around him, taking you to his room. He set you down on his bed, the large mattress firm with warm soft sheets. 
“Has anyone seen you naked before?” He knew the answer. And yet he loved being reminded that only his eyes got to see your nude body, “Don’t be shy baby, I won’t tell anyone I saw you like this. Take your clothes off” He whispered, nearly drooling as you took your uniform off with shaky hands, letting the dress pool around your ankles. “Here, let me help you” 
Your heart raced as he laid you down on his pillows, his hand snaking behind you back to unclasp your bra, throwing it somewhere across his room. He tugged your panties down, a string of your arousal still clinging to them. He willed himself not to bury his face into your soaked panties, and rub them all over his cock when he already had you spread out for him. 
“You have such a pretty pussy baby” He murmured, his eyes locked on your soaked swollen clit, already sensitive from your orgasm minutes ago. “So gorgeous” 
“It-it is?” You whispered, your face heating up, squeaking when he nipped your inner thigh, soothing the area again with his tongue. 
“It’s perfect princess” You could feel his warm breath against your folds, your thighs trembling to squeeze shut feeling exposed but he held your legs apart. He could see your needy entrance clenching, your clit throbbing but you were to shy to say anything, not even sure what to ask for. “You’re dripping, tell me what you want” 
You shook your head, biting your lip while he continued to tease your inner thighs, hoping he’d know what to do. 
“You want me to touch you here?” He kissed your folds, making you whimper but it wasn’t enough. “Maybe here?” He moved up further, dragging his tongue through your slick making you moan loudly, god he was so close, just a little- 
“Is it this baby” He flicked his tongue on your clit making you cry out, gripping onto his sheets. “Your sensitive little bud needs attention?” You nodded, your jaw slack when he started to lick and suck, gazing up at you from between your legs. 
“It’s-it’s so sensitive I-” You withered on the bed, it felt good, almost too good, his tongue and lips working magic, toying with your cunt. 
“I know baby, gotta get you used to the feeling, huh? I’ll take care of you sweets, make it easier for you, you’ll let me kiss this pretty clit everyday? Make it all better?” He let out a dark chuckle when you nodded, latching back onto your clit. He ate you out until you came all over his face, wasting no time to strip all his clothes off right after. 
“Gonna stretch you baby, you’ve never had a cock inside you before, let me show you how it feels?”
“Will it hurt sir?” You whispered, nervous while he stroked himself above you, you’d taken him in your mouth just fine but getting him inside you....
“Call me daddy” 
“Will-will it hurt daddy?”
“Daddy’s gonna go slow, okay?”
You nodded, spreading your legs open further for him, gasping when you felt his cockhead rub through your folds. 
“You like when I rub my cock on you?” 
“Feels good daddy” Your shaky hands came to grip onto his arms, nervous when he started to press the tip against your entrance.
“Breathe, breathe for daddy, gonna make you feel good sweet girl” He whispered, as he started to push his cock inside you, cooing and kissing you softly while you cried out, digging your nails into his skin from the stretch and sting. 
“Daddy, its too much!” 
“Shhhh, it’s because its your first time, open up for me kotenok” 
You whimpered under him, wrapping your legs and arms around his body, trying to find a way to ground yourself.  
“Gonna go slow baby, I know, your pussy is so tight, you need a fat cock to stretch you baby, trust me okay?”  As soon as he was fully sheathed inside you, he was more feral then ever. He kissed your temple as he started to rock his hips, struggling to keep his pace slow and gentle. 
No one else could have you. 
He was going to make you his one way or another. 
His cock nearly burst each time you cried out for him, the more you moaned the more he wanted you to be his. He didn’t want you to ever think about going out on a date with another man, not when you already had him. 
“You look so pretty wrapped around my cock malyshka“ 
There was one way he could keep you. His balls tightened against his body at the thought’, it was perfect. 
“M’gonna make you a mommy, m’gonna be your daddy, gonna get you nice and pregnant, keep you all just for me baby” 
“Daddy!” Your eyes shot open, your pussy clenching at his words, you sounded like a porn star when he started to pound into you faster. 
“I am your fuckin’ daddy. You’re all mine, m’the only man who’ll ever fucking touch you, touch this sweet pussy, taste it, fuck it, make love to it, you’re mine princess. You’re. Fucking. Mine” He pulled his cock out, flipping you over and shoving your face into the mattress. He slammed his cock back in, grunting, jack hammering his cock into you, loving the way you made a white creamy mess on his dick. 
Sweet baby was probably ovulating. Perfect. 
You cried out in pleasure, gripping onto his sheets as he railed you from behind, his hips snapping against your skin, fingers digging into your hips. Your mind was still reeling from his words, your mind racing. Some part of your body was screaming for him to fill you up but-
“Ready baby? Ready for daddy’s babies?” He growled, continuing to thrust into you as you collapsed onto the bed, feeling him even deeper at this angle. He brought his knees up slightly to position himself better, rutting and fucking you, keeping his cock deep inside you. 
“I-I can’t get pregnant now daddy” You whimpered, while he pulled out to let you lie down again, shoving his cock right back in. 
“Why not princess”  He continued to thrust into you, gently cupping your cheek, the blue in his eyes nearly non existent.
“I-m’not ready yet, can’t daddy” You shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks, fuck you wanted this so bad but you still didn’t even have your own place, worried about money you had saved up-Bucky could see your mind racing over mundane issues. 
“Do you trust daddy angel?” You nodded sniffling, still moaning softly as he started to rock his hips faster again “I’ll take care of you malyshka, you don’t have to worry about anything” You felt conflicted but it didn’t matter, not when he was buried so deep in your warmth, his soft lips kissing you all over between sweet words. 
“You’re gonna live with me all the time, okay? M’gonna get you pregnant baby, you’re gonna be all mine. Wanna get you pregnant so badly princess, please? Just let me put a baby in you, I’ll take care of you so well, please pretty girl. Tell me you’re ready baby, tell me you want me babies”
“I-I want your babies daddy!” You moaned out, your body moved on its own, wrapping around him, your cunt clenching and fluttering, screaming for his cum. “Wan’ you to get me pregnant!”   
“FUCK Keep saying it baby, say you want my babies”
“I want daddy’s babies” 
“AGAIN” He snarled against your neck, your sweet begging making his cock swell and throb. He started to fuck you as hard as he could, chasing his high, desperate to knock you up. He’d fuck you as many times as he had to until it took. 
“FUCK Daddy PLEASE” 
“Gonna put my babies in you, can’t wait to see you pregnant baby, you’re gonna look so beautiful, so fucking full of me, you’re mine-fucking hell- you’re mine” 
“All yours!” You cried out, cumming and gushing all over his cock, your head thrown back on his pillows. Bucky roared against your neck, his hips stilling, pouring loads of his seed into your soaked cunt. It didn’t matter how many rounds it took. He was going to keep going until he saw your belly swell. 
A few months later 
“Y/n” You could hear him call you from the bedroom, huffing as you clambered off the couch, making your way upstairs. You were in nothing but one of his shirts, some of the buttons at the bottom undone to make room for your tummy. Bucky groaned as soon as you stepped into the room, he’d seen you like that plenty of times and yet still....
If it weren’t for possible prying eyes and other house keepers, he would have forbade you from wearing clothes at all. You waddled into his room, your growing belly protruding from under his shirt your pouty face just made him more feral than ever, every single primal urge desperate to take over. 
“Daddy’s hungry” He beckoned you to, setting his book down, biting his lip, pulling you to straddle his lap. He threw your top over your head leaving you bare except for your panties. 
“You’re gonna feed our baby so well” Bucky groaned, looking at your swelling breasts, your nipples pebbled and aching. 
“It’s sore” you whined when he traced over them, your body sensitive to the slightest touches. “Hurts, feels too heavy” 
“Maybe you should let me help you mama, practice now for when our little one comes. Get used to the feeling” He dipped his head down, taking a nipple into his mouth, suckling, groaning when he felt your sweet warmth start to flow. 
“You taste so good, sweetest milk ever baby” He greedily drank more from you, moaning and slurping every drop as if he had been starved. “Feeding daddy do good” He moaned, his hands rubbing over your swollen belly, you were so perfectly full of him, he wasn’t going to waste a second to get you pregnant again as soon as your little one was born. 
“You can’t drink this much after our baby is born James” 
James. Every since you had started calling him by his first name, Bucky didn’t know what to do with himself, it made his cock jump. 
“You gonna feed daddy too angel” He latched onto your other breast, continuing to suckle. “Because I get so hungry for you baby, n’you take care of me so well” 
You couldn't help but moan at his words, you loved how filthy and debauched he got for you. 
“You gonna let me drink from you whenever I want baby? Even when your sleeping? No more sleep shirts mama, wanna be able to drink your milk whenever I want” You were so lost in his filthy world, you didn’t notice he’d pulled his cock out, stroking himself while latched onto you. “Don’t care if your sleeping, wanna drink mommy’s warm milk whenever I want” 
Your pussy clenched around nothing, there was something about how desperate he was that that made you feel just as needy. 
“You want my milk baby?” You cooed, your eyes growing wide when you noticed he had his cock out, pink and leaking. 
“Want it bad baby” He pulled your panties to the side, bringing you down to warm his cock, while he continued to lap at you, there was no way he was going to ever leave you alone, he had to keep you pregnant forever. “Feed me like I’m your baby” 
Your hand’s naturally went to cradle his head to your breast, stroking his hair while he held you close, your firm tummy pressed against him, keeping his cock wet and warm. You cooed, stroking his cheeks, kissing his forehead, you’d do anything he asked, you loved being good for him. He hummed with approval, he loved when you practiced new things with him, his pretty sweet pregnant doll. 
“You learn so fast mama” 
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Dark!Yandere!Bucky : Rehoming
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Headcannon: Dark!Yandere!Bucky x Reader
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TW: 18+, kidnapping, stalking, drugging, kinda somno, if I’m missing any lmk!
A/N: I made this post awhile ago and decided to finally write it. I love the Bucky and Alpine plot and originally I wasn’t going to have the cat be alpine but it fit so I said fuck it. This was written, edited, and posted from my phone so if it’s janky go fuck yourself.
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It took Bucky a while to finally get the courage to take you, or as he preferred to say it, rehome you.
He didn’t mean to get so invested in you it just happened.
He liked running, the burning feeling in his lungs, people wondering how he was able to run so fast unaware of who or what he was. He liked running in the rain particularly, no one else was out in the park or on the streets.
He relocated to outside the city but not too far from civilization. He ran three miles from his home, one mile towards the city on the sidewalks past hipster boutiques and antique book stores, businesses flourishing from gentrification, to the park with a four-mile hiking trail loop, and then back the way he came. Sometimes he stopped to get an overpriced coffee and danish from a coffee shop on his way back.
Bucky had made his run all the way to the park when the rain got too heavy and he could barely see in front of him so he made the choice to turn around and go home. On his way back, he saw you, you holding your hand above your eyes trying to see through the downpour when you stepped onto the crosswalk and an oncoming car hadn’t stopped in time for the red light.
He didn’t even think twice about it, he bolted to you pulling you from the car’s path and to safety.
You barely had time to thank the strange man before Bucky ran from the scene, leaving you soaked yet safe on the sidewalk. You thought you’d never see him again, never tell him how grateful you were that he saved your life.
After his shower, the news channel played as background noise in his lonely home (he didn’t like the silence) when you came on the screen. A two-minute news cap about a local woman being saved by a mysterious stranger from a driver whose car had begun to lose control. you referred to him as your guardian Angel. Bucky was anything but that. “Whoever you are, thank you. I owe you my life”
You were so reckless, he thought, he just HAD to follow you, to make sure you were safe. Over the next week, he found everything he needed to know just by the news anchor including your name in the report. This generation was so careless with what they put online or that you didn’t use a VPN so he found your IP address immediately. He learned where you lived, where you worked, where you grew up, old medical records, parking tickets, your parent’s names, your sibling's names, you needed to be protected. Don’t you know the kind of sickos that are out in the world??
Before he knew it you became his every waking thought. He watched the live-stream footage from the cameras he had set up around your home like it was a TV show. You lived alone, with a small white cat as your roommate, Bucky was thankful you didn’t have a dog that could wake you up in the night when he was feeling adventurous enough to watch you sleep in person. You were messy, he’d have to correct that, you didn’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, you weren’t overly close with your family, and your parents lived four hours away. You were lonely, like him. You needed each other.
Bucky spent the next two weeks preparing for you. His basement was small, the only thing down there was his washer and dryer and a small bathroom that the last owners put in, they likely used the basement as a spare room but that’s what made his home perfect for you.
He bought rugs for the cold concrete floors, he was hoping by the time winter came you’d be adjusted enough that he could trust to have you upstairs. He had a nice woman help him at the furniture store and made up some unnecessary and elaborate story about how his girlfriend was moving in with him but all the furniture she had belonged to her roomate so you didn’t have anything.
You smiled when you opened your front door to see a gift basket with a bottle of wine on your doorstep with a note.
“We just moved in down the hall, we’re the Barnes’. Enjoy this gift basket and we hope to become close friends.”
Likely an older couple, you told yourself. You didn’t even know one of the apartments on your floor was for sale but with the way the housing market was, you weren’t surprised that it had slipped under your radar. You didn’t see your other four neighbors having similar packages on their doorsteps but maybe they’d already noticed theirs and brought them in before you had.
Parked on the street outside your apartment, Bucky watched you on his phone from the security camera stream. He couldn’t contain his excitement while you drank the wine he had left you and how pretty you looked unconscious on your couch after the sedatives kicked in.
Bucky truly could not recall a time in his long life he’d been nervous like this. He changed your clothes when he brought you home with him, a short white lace nightgown and he hesitantly slid a matching pair of panties up your thighs. He didn’t want you to feel exposed or embarrassed and he didn’t want to lose control while you weren’t awake yet. Instead, he just smelled your hair and your smooth skin and the panties he switched you out from as he stood above you and made himself quickly cum to hold him over for the time being.
He paced the room for what felt like hours but it was only about 45 minutes since he brought you to the basement, only 10 minutes to get your unconscious body in and out of the back of his car and he lived 15 minutes from your apartment.
He managed to doze off in the loveseat he’d bought with your new furniture only awaking at the sound of your restraints jingling. He jumped from his seat, his heart pounding as he watched you begin to wake.
When your dazed eyes met his from across the room it sobered you up quickly and you shot up from where you lay. “What the fuck!” Your voice was hoarse as you tried to shuffle to the furthest corner of the bed to try to get away from him but the chains attached to your ankle and one of your wrists made your venture nearly impossible.
“I’d like for you to stay calm, I know a lot is happening but those meds were strong, if you get yourself too worked up you could faint.” He held his arms out as if approaching a wandering bear deep within the woods. His eyes couldn’t help but focus on the heaving of your chest, your breasts sinfully evident through the nightgown he’d chosen for you for that reason.
Bucky was glad he got himself off before you woke up because the site of your pretty tears and the peaks of your breasts sticking through the silky white fabric like snow would’ve been too much for him to handle and he would’ve lost control.
“You’re the guy who…” you cringed as you tried to speak, your throat burning and dry. Bucky reached over to the mini fridge he also left down there grabbing a chill water bottle. “You pulled me from the street.” He set the plastic water bottle on the edge of the bed before retreating to his place trying to give you as much space as possible. “Did you drug this one too?”
“No, I promise, open it it’s still sealed.” He swore. You played a brief moment of contemplation before snatching the water bottle. You were too thirsty to not take it. “I pulled you from the street that day, I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since.”
“It’s been over a month.” You parted your lips from the half-empty water bottle. “Where am I? What’s your name?”
“My name is James…But everyone calls me Bucky.” It felt foreign to introduce himself to you after how close he’d grown to you even if you weren’t aware. “Well, I already know your name so I guess it’s fine you finally know mine.”
A sob broke from your lips and he just wanted to hold you in his arms till you stopped crying. “I know this is a lot to take in but I promise I won’t hurt you…at least not anymore.”
His attempt at comfort only made you cry harder. He forgot his lack of human interaction had him forever in a loop of social unawareness.
You stuttered and put a list of worries to yourself in between your cries. “What about my job? And my family? And my car? And my apartment? And my rent?”
He tried to interrupt and console all your fears and that he’d take care of everything.
“Oh god, my cat!” You gasped. “Did you hurt her? She’s not used to being alone for so long!”
Your cat…The one thing he didn’t take care of.
The finicky creature often hid from him during his visits, every now and then she’d try to investigate his presence but his trips were often short to keep from getting caught.
“Please don’t let her starve! I can give you my sister’s address and you can leave her outside the door or even take her to a shelter, please I’ll do anything you want just don’t let my cat die!”
Anything? He thought manically to himself. “I’ll make you a deal.” He started and you hung on to his every word. “I’ll let you get your cat here as long as you behave yourself. No fighting and she’ll get to stay with you down here.”
“Please, sir!” You begged eagerly. “I swear I’ll be good, I won't try anything just please, please let me have her, her name is Alpine!”
Bucky was going to get your cat regardless of your accidental admission of desperation but now he got to use it to his advantage.
It was surprisingly much easier to get your cat to come with him. After missing her dinner she practically crawled in his arms as soon as he filled her bowl.
He never had a pet before, only stray alley cats he used to feed when he was younger. His excitement for your arrival already filled him enough but now he was getting to bring home his first pet even going a little too overboard with toys at the pet store.
You began to cry again as Alpine jumped out of his arms and curled up next to you still on the bed. “Thank you, Bucky. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“I bought you something too.” He grabbed the pet store bag from the floor.
In his hand, he held a baby pink collar with a little matching bow and bell. “Don’t worry,” he said, watching your face flood with horror. “It’s for Alpine.”
He pulled another collar from the bag, one much larger and able to fit a human. “But I got you one to match. Now, why don’t you show me just how grateful you are that you get to keep her…”
A/N: this could never be my cat bc as I’m writing this shes yelling for no reason
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In Corpore Sano
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♡ Personal Trainer! Bucky Barnes x Plus Size! Reader ♡
Your new personal trainer has a very...hands on approach.
CW: Dub-con, groping, praising, sex in a public space, rough sex, slightly dom! Bucky
Words: 4.2k
Bucky Masterlist || Masterlist
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Saying you were intimidated as you stepped into the gym would be a massive understatement. 
As soon as you walked in and got a glimpse of the plethora of fit bodies glistening with sweat, hard-earned muscles flexing with their efforts…you wanted to flee and never look back. 
Maybe you shouldn’t be here.
The unyielding belief that you don’t belong here blares inside your mind.
You bounce on your feet, nervousness knotting your insides. 
You peer down at your own body, covered in the largest clothes you could find on short notice. Baggy sweatpants and a large shirt, each either stained or fraying at the hem. An outfit picked out for the sole purpose of concealing the roundness of your frame. The expensive sports bra you purchased on sale shall remain unseen beneath your attire. You cringe at the thought of your pudgy stomach and love handles, a stark contrast to the chiseled abs and slim waists you see all around you. 
You’re quick to drop your things in the locker room, making yourself as small as you can and trying not to stare at other people. You grab your phone and a water bottle. 
Apprehensive feet drag around the space. A predicament forms as you realize every machine you wanted to use is currently occupied, from the leg press to the assisted pull-up machines. One treadmill remains free and you shakily lumber towards it. 
The way you climb on it is awkward. You try to remember the videos you saw online, choosing an interval program that twines running with walking and won’t hurl you to your early demise. 
It works at first. Between wide breaths, your feet frantically clap on the running belt. You’re not exactly the steadiest but you keep going. 
Regrettably, control quickly eludes you.
After almost ten minutes, you’re huffing out torturous breaths, your vision flickering as you fight not to slip and fall and humiliate yourself in front of strangers. Scorching breaths rush through your lungs and pain begins to prod at your stomach, spreading all the way down to your thighs and legs. Your limbs howl in agony. 
You force yourself to bear through the torment, reminding yourself how long the road will be for you. It’s just the beginning. No pain, no gain. Isn’t it what they say? But as the minutes tick by, you begin to believe you might pass out. 
Suddenly a dulcet baritone rolls across your back, a large hand appearing in front of you to smash the bright red stop button. 
"You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack, gorgeous."
The machine's purr dwindles, forcing your aching legs to slow.
You get off the treadmill hugging your sore midriff, keeling forth as your hand clutches your knee.
Queasiness swells in your stomach and rises to your throat. You fight the urge to puke. Instead, you let heated words flow, frustration and shame searing your tone.  
"Hey! I didn’t…didn’t ask you to do that," you accuse between painful gasps for air. But your voice dies, the words tangling awkwardly on your tongue as your vision clears. 
The sight of the man before you strikes you mute. As you stumble back, you shudder out a long exhale.
Mesmerizing blue eyes twinkle in your direction. 
"First-timer?" he queries softly. 
"No," you answer belatedly, your cheeks aflame. 
He chuckles. It’s a rich sound, pleasant; velvet on your eardrums. 
"You don’t need to lie. I saw you earlier."
"I don’t need some guy to-"
"Hey, relax, doll. I’m not some gym creep. I work as a trainer here."
You give him a lengthy once over. A few wisps of his chestnut locks frame a stubbled jaw. Pink lips curve in a cryptic smirk. The tight shirt hugging his large, defined muscles says 'trainer' near the chest. 
As heat rushes to your face, a hasty apology pours from your mouth. 
"Oh, sorry."
"It’s alright."
Licking his lips, his intense sea gaze drags up and down your body. A chill cuts through your spine. 
"You should sit, you look like you’re about to pass out," he says, his hand finding the small of your back as he guides you to a nearby bench. 
You unleash a relieved breath as you plop down, you back leaning against the wall. The blood still races in your veins. The air is still sweltering in your lungs. 
The man sinks to one knee before you. Your breath hitches as his fingers graze the bottom of your sweatpants, rolling them up to expose your ankle. He begins kneading at the aching limb, his big hands pressing on the exact knots that cause you the most pain. 
His gaze lifts to meet yours, his forehead wrinkling. 
"You know you could seriously injure yourself if you don't warm up before and stretch out after any strenuous exercise."
"I…didn't think of that," you stammer, hypnotized by the firm motions of his fingers as they knead along your flesh. An inappropriate keen hovers in your throat, your lips pinching to confine it. He switches to your other ankle. He traces up and down. Soothing circles are drawn by his thumbs. Tension and pain melt beneath his precise touch. 
"That’s what I'm here for, gorgeous."
"I can't…I can't afford a trainer."
"No worries. First three sessions are on me."
Your puzzled expression curves his lips upward. 
"You look like you need help, and I’m feeling generous." His thumbs inch up the crook beneath your knee, traveling under your thigh. He rubs your skin through your clothes. You hiss as his touch sends tiny ripples of pain through your lower body, but it soon fades. His attention relieves the ache, a measured blend of firm and gentle. 
His gaze clings to yours, that unreadable smile decorating his handsome face as his large hands massage your thighs. 
Heat tickles your skin as he speaks again. 
"The name’s Bucky by the way." He smirks. "Best you know it now, since you’ll be saying it a lot."
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The first and second sessions with Bucky are brutal.
Your new trainer coaches you through each exercise with the ruthlessness of a drill sergeant. 
Turns out he wasn’t lying when he promised you’d utter his name often. 'Bucky, please.', 'Bucky, stop.', 'Bucky, I can’t take it anymore.' And so on and so forth. You lose count of how many times you beg for a reprieve and he flat out refuses, always pushing you to your very last limit. 
"Come on, I know you can give me one more, gorgeous," Bucky says, spotting you from behind as you lie back on a bench. Your arms quake with the effort of lifting the barbell again. You fear they might give out. His large hands ghost over the bar, ready to seize it from your hands if needed. 
"Bucky, I c-can't," you whimper. It’s hard to tell if it’s tears or sweat soaking your face. Maybe both. 
"One more, gorgeous," he demands, undeterred by your pleas. They always leave him unfazed, his face a mask of concentration. 
The last upward press has you scream, your arms pulsing as you successfully do the last rep. Surprise and pride flush inside you. 
You’ve only held the weights two seconds above your head when Bucky removes the barbell from your hands, placing it back on the metal rack. 
That’s the thing with Bucky; he might torture you but he always keeps you safe. His attentive gaze never wanders, glued to every part of you as you perform the exercises. 
"Well done, gorgeous," he praises, a laugh bursting from his throat as you climb off the bench and hunker down to the floor. Your head throbs and your chest pounds. You need a minute to summon air back to your lungs.
"I didn’t think I’d be able to push through," you exhale. 
He crouches in front of you, handing you a water bottle you eagerly open and bring to your lips. You guzzle down the water. Your parched throat welcomes each greedy gulp. 
He beams at you, his dazzling smile standing out against his beard. 
"You’re stronger than you know. I’m sure you’d be surprised what you can take." You wonder if it’s in your head, the way his timbre turns duskier with the last few words. 
As you nod, you attempt to shakily get to your feet. Your brow pinches as your lower back protests. You gasp as your legs wobble. 
"What’s wrong?" 
"My back…it hurts when I move."
"Here?" He gets behind you and his hands settle on your hips, traveling under your shirt. He pokes and prods as you wince. "Or more here?" His warm breath ghosts over the back of your neck as you tremble. The air falters in your lungs as his touch slides across your back, landing on the center of your discomfort. He presses the inflamed muscles beneath your skin and you whine. Tears dot your lashes as you nod.
He heaves out a deep sigh.
"I told you to bend your legs more when you lifted earlier." His hand remains on your back as he urges you toward the other side of the gym.
"Come with me."
He grabs a mat and unrolls it, gesturing at you to sit on it. You do as he says, stealing a peek at your surroundings. The gym is near empty, Bucky always favoring late hours of the night as he pointed out you got distracted and self-conscious in the presence of other gym goers. 
You don’t dislike it. It allows you to better focus on Bucky’s intransigeant training. 
Bucky watches you as he sinks to his knees. His thick thighs bulge with taut muscles that strain under his skin whenever he moves. 
"Lay on your stomach," he says. 
You swallow, skin prickling as you flip your body on the foam mat. You fold your arms beneath your chin, trying and failing to ease the wild drumming of your heart. 
Your breathing slows as you feel Bucky crawl over the mat as well, his broad frame looming over yours. His knees fall on each side of your hips, his thighs grazing your ass. And as he lowers himself to place his hands along your spine, another part of him brushes over you, igniting your face with embarrassment. You remind yourself he’s simply doing his job. 
Bucky’s approach is very hands-on. 
He told you so in the first session. He likes to incorporate some light physical therapy in his training to help his clients heal better and faster.
Lithe fingers follow the curve of your spine, coaxing every tense knot of muscle into surrender. 
Hot air skims over your nape as he whispers,
"Don’t you wish you listened to me now, gorgeous?" You tremble beneath him and, as Bucky tilts his pelvis against the swell of your ass, an unmistakable weight pokes the base of your spine. More heat rushes to your face.  His silky lilt pours smoothly in your ears. "Come on, relax…this is just to help with the pain." Since you can't see him, you wonder if you're imagining the smile in his voice. 
Large hands creep under your shirt, squeezing the round flesh of your hips and massaging the aching bands of muscles above your ass. The tepid metal is a startling contrast to the warmth of his flesh hand. You feel him squirm against you, humming as he keeps kneading your tight spots into submission. "Isn’t it better? Doesn’t that feel nice?"
Only a stifled moan makes its way up your throat, your body sagging under the warm press of his palms. A loud keen floats from your mouth as he nudges more weight on the sore area. It hurts - a good kind of hurt - but it engulfs your mind in dizziness. 
"I want to hear words, gorgeous," he rasps hotly. 
"Yes, it’s nice," you mumble. You can barely get the words out, the air flailing in your lungs. Pinned beneath Bucky's broad body as his hands prod the ache out of your limbs, you can only bite your lip in a feeble attempt to stay quiet. 
His breath tickles your earshell. 
"You need proper workout clothes. Stop hiding. I know you’ve got a very nice sports bra under this shirt." His thumbs draw circles down your back. You feel him shift above you, the throbbing weight in his shorts grazing your ass cheek. Your pudgy stomach is squished into the mat as he leans over you. His fevered hush makes you draw in a wobbly breath. "It’s not about how you look. It’s about being the best version of yourself. Living a long, healthy life. Don’t you want that, gorgeous?"
"I do," you breathlessly reply.
"So, no more hiding. I mean it. Is that understood?"
When you tarry to reply, he pulls at the elastic band of your sports bra. You yelp as it snaps back into place, painfully slapping your round flesh. 
Bucky laughs as you jolt beneath him. 
"Words, gorgeous."
"...Yes." 
He gives your hips one last lingering squeeze before his hands vanish from your body. You find yourself almost missing the uncomfortably close touch. Bucky's hands always work magic on your sore muscles. You know without him, you probably would have limped your way out of the gym that first time. He saved you from injuries that would have curbed your progress and motivation to return. 
Getting out of your comfort zone and pushing past your limits is just part of the process. It's what Bucky says every time you hesitate.
"Good. Listen to me and you’ll reach your goal in no time," he chimes, his breath ghosting over your scalp. 
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Your third session with Bucky feels different right away.
For starters, there’s the lingering, appreciative once-over he flicks over you as you show up in your new outfit, your lime green sports bra and black leggings on full display. The longer he looks at you the more his smile grows. As silly as it sounds, it’s like he’s undressing you with his stare. 
"Well, would you look at that," he whistles, approaching you. He then licks his lips, his thick lashes drooping. "Good girl."
The dip in his bass elicits a tickle in your stomach. 
"I-I still feel like everyone's watching and judging me," you say, wringing your hands.
Bucky snorts, mirth dancing in his blue eyes. 
"Everyone? It's just the two of us here, gorgeous." 
Mouth agape, you peer at your surroundings. Indeed, save you and Bucky, the gym is empty. It’s odd. Usually, even this late, a few people remain. After all, many people favor the less busy hours like you do. 
Dismayed, you blink at Bucky. Your astonishment is met with a lopsided grin. 
"Oh, I didn't realize."
"My buddy Sam owns the gym. I asked him to keep it empty for us during the last hour today. Make our last session extra special."
"That’s great," you reply, despite the nervousness thrumming in your veins.
Stomach in knots, you follow Bucky through the cardio machines area. It looks even bigger than usual. Everything does. 
Somehow, today’s session isn’t the hell you readied yourself for. 
You wouldn’t go as far as declaring Bucky’s going easy on you but… you don’t see your life flash before your eyes with every exercise. 
Still, while the training itself isn’t raising your pulse the way it did before…Bucky’s touch certainly does. He is much closer. Close in a way that sparks peculiar tingles on your skin. 
For the entirety of the session, for every exercise, Bucky’s hands get lost, slotting over your curves as he corrects your stance or instructs you on proper breathing through each rep. 
Your face is ablaze as his fingers latch onto your waist. You get a glimpse of him watching you from behind in the gigantic mirror facing you both. 
His gaze is set low, a smirk dancing on his pink lips. 
As you fall into a squat, brows twitching as you grip the handle of the kettlebell tightly, his thumbs tease the fat between your back and the curve of your ass.
"Come on, gorgeous, what did I say the other day?" His metal hand rests on your back while the flesh one remains on your hip. You bite your lip, intent on focusing on the exercise despite his disarming closeness. "You need to push your back more, bend the knees, lean into the movement."
You huff out uneven breaths as Bucky nudges you into the right stance, his broad chest grazing your back. As your legs begin to tremble, threatening to give out, the weight is suddenly gone from your hands. 
Out of breath, you bend forward, gripping your knees.
Bucky beams at you, grabbing the kettlebell with ease and setting it aside. He carries it like one would a pillow and you gawk at him lamely, in awe of his strength. 
"That’s enough for today," he says. 
"Really?" you inquire, hopeful.
"You worked hard. You deserve it. You’re probably my most hard-working client, gorgeous."
You glow at the praise, returning his smile. You’re proud of yourself. You didn’t think you would survive Bucky’s grueling training. But you did. To your utter astonishment. You feel stronger, braver. 
Still, your mood is a bit sour. You’ve progressed a lot and you don’t want to backtrack on being more active. 
"I’m just not sure if I can afford more private sessions…" you admit dejectedly. 
His gaze twinkles.
"Hm, I’m sure we can find an arrangement that benefits us both."
"Well, I looked you up and you're pretty expensive. Not sure there's anything I can give you that would-" 
"I'll be the judge of that," he interrupts. "Come on. It’s time to stretch, gorgeous."
Anxiously, you trail behind Bucky. As usual, he sets down the mat for you to sit on. Gulping the lump stuck in your throat, you sink onto it, hugging your knees. 
Bucky’s smile is intact as he crouches to the floor as well. 
"You look a little tense, gorgeous," he notes, taking in your huddled form. 
"I’m just…nervous," you croak, your lip quaking. 
You don’t know why your nerves are sizzling with worry today of all days. It’s your last session with Bucky; your mind should be at ease. But you can’t shake the tension clogging the air and resting heavily on the back of your throat. 
Something’s different today. Very different. 
"Well, let me help you relax then. Turn around. Bend the knees, face lying down."
You lick your lips and heed his instructions. As your forehead lands on the mat, you take a deep breath. 
For a while, nothing occurs. 
Only your trembling body, prone in uncomfortable wait. 
Then, all of sudden, Bucky’s hands sweep over you. 
A shiver slithers through your spine.
At first, his touch doesn’t unsettle you more than usual. He runs his metal hand between your shoulder blade while the other wanders down your spine. He emits a low groan, located deep in his chest, and you swallow thickly. 
Then Bucky’s flesh fingers travel lower. And lower. To the crack of your ass first and…dangerously close to your crotch. 
"Bucky, what are you-" you begin but your sentence dies in a gasp as his digits clutch your center, starting to rub you through your leggings. 
His broad body casts a shadow over you as it drapes over your back. His masculine smell engulfs your senses, further confusing you. 
A silky hum pours intimately in your ear. 
"You have to trust the process, gorgeous. Trust me. I’m just helping you build a strong mind…and body."
He draws circles over your covered cunt, breath dancing over the back of your neck. You writhe under him, the torturous friction making heat bloom from your core and spread all the way to your toes. 
Locks of his brown mane tickle your back as his hand moves against your crotch. 
You bite your lip, stifling the moans threatening to spill from your tongue. Bucky reaches around your shoulders to grab your jaw and lift your chin. Two of his metal fingers hook along your bottom lip, forcing the embarrassing sounds out. 
"No…I want to hear you, gorgeous," he rasps lewdly. "Focus on your breathing like I taught you."
It’s easier said than done, especially with the pressure of Bucky’s fingertips against you.
You drool around Bucky’s fingers as tension builds in your core. A relentless stimulation that fails to give you the release you sorely need. 
You pant into the foam mat, thighs quaking as the chafing summons a shameful slickness beneath your clothes. 
Bucky’s throaty timbre rolls across your back. 
"Time to test your stamina, gorgeous," he purrs. He pinches your folds and, as you jolt, smiles against your shoulder blade. 
Your heart hammers as Bucky twists and tugs…pulling until he rips your leggings open. He shifts above you. You shudder as he traces the wet spot soaking the thin material of your panties with his thumb. 
His laugh echoes in your ears. 
"Pink hearts…cute," Bucky cheekily comments, amusement oozing from his tone. Your face ignites.
A thick finger dips inside your panties. You unleash an audible whine, the air faltering in your lungs. He sinks in and out as your hips twitch. 
The pleasure mounts, your sweaty skin overheating. Bucky’s metal fingers still grip onto your jaw while he thoroughly explores you. 
His teasing is relentless. He ghosts over your clit, his shallow brushes leaving you deeply unsatisfied. 
Your frustrated whimpered pleas are muffled by his fingers in your mouth. 
He introduces a second finger and a high-pitched moan climbs up your throat.
"You have to earn it, gorgeous," he says, his digit curling inside you, rough calluses dragging against your soft walls. Your mind empties. No thoughts linger as lust crowds your brain. He continues, urging his hardness between your ass cheeks. He lets go of your jaw to yank down his shorts hastily. Grunts rise from his chest, hoarse and impatient, as he scissors you open while prodding the head of his cock against your slick entrance. Anticipation thrums in your veins as your core clenches in impatience. 
Bucky’s deep voice is so strained with need, you can barely make out the fevered words dripping from his tongue. 
"I want you to come around my cock, gorgeous." His thick tip pushes inside you, nudging all the air from your lungs. Trembling beneath him, you gasp for feeble breaths. Your nails dig grooves into the foam mat. You cry out, your walls aching at his size. "Want to feel you all tight and warm around me."
Bucky grabs his cock, driving it inside you while his metal fingers dent the soft, round flesh of your hip. 
When he finds the hilt of you, your velvety walls snug around his thick cock, you twitch beneath him. Your mouth parts in a quiet scream, your chest swelling. Your eyes roll back as your lashes quake. 
Sharp moans burst from your throat as pain blooms in your core.
He drags out of you slowly as a wobbly exhale flows from your lips. 
You bite your lip at the sensation, acutely aware as every inch of his hard flesh grazes your softness. 
He bluntly slams his hips into you again and you exhale sharply, the smack of his flesh against yours rippling in the air. 
Breathing becomes nearly impossible when Bucky starts moving. 
Your body writhes and jostles back and forth on the mat. Each of his pointed thrusts fills your vision with twinkling stars. Your breaths grow more ragged.
"Do you know how hard it was to hold back? All those times you bent over for me like the good girl you are…" he says between harsh grunts. 
The filthy, wet clap of his skin against yours rises, echoing in the empty gym. The squelching of your creamy cunt swallowing his girth pours in your ears, mingling with your desperate, tearful pleas. 
"B-Bucky, please…too…too much." Your fingers claw at the mat as you scoot forward, squirming underneath him.
His growl ripples along the sweaty skin of your back. Bucky pulls your hips back, flush to his, snapping his pelvis into your ass with even more determination. "Come here," he snarls. "You’re not running from me, gorgeous." His fingers pluck at your skin possessively, trailing bruises and scratches over your tender flesh. Bucky’s thrusts turn unforgiving. You hear the taunting smile in his filthy timbre. "Gotta warm up and stretch every part of you, gorgeous."
Your head lolls down. Your tears and warbled cries wither into the mat. 
The vertiginous heat reaches its crest as his pace fastens. Your thighs quake as warmth coils and winds in your core, swelling in a fast-rising tide. Bliss overwhelms you. 
Your lids flutter. Your toes flex. Stuttered sobs cascade from your throat when you climax. 
Bucky roars as your walls spasm around him.
He cants his hips and looms over you. His musky scent surrounds you. You grow dizzier. Your thoughts are mush by now, your words nonsense. You keen as Bucky buries himself even deeper inside you. So deep you feel his tip prod at your belly. 
As he rails you against the mat, metal hand circling your throat, Bucky hums ferociously, "You’re gonna take all of me until I decide it’s enough, gorgeous."
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hi hope ur doing well. i was thinking, could u do a buckyxreader where hes paralyzed and like needs a caretaker. through some means reader ends up as the caretaker and all is well. but actually bucky was just pretending and hes not realy paralysed and he just pretended to get closer to reader and reader start expresing the idea that she might have to leave for whatever reason and buck does not like that so like he kidnaps her or something. I rlly luv ur work this is the first request iv sent
this is so good, i’m upset i didn’t think of it first. i’m so sorry for taking so long to get back to you, i really hope you enjoy, and thank you so, so much for the love. okay, here it is:
Himalayan Salt
Bucky Barnes: You’re assigned to a notoriously grumpy war vet, but he’s different with you.
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You nod as your supervisor goes over your final notes: James Barnes, World War II veteran, quadriplegic.
You follow her from the overcast weather into a beautiful but modest home in a fairly quiet suburb to meet the man sitting in a wheelchair in the centre of the room.
“Good morning, Mr Barnes,” your supervisor calls, tucking her clipboard under her arm as she waits for him to turn around. When he does, you’re surprised. You hadn’t seen a photo of him beforehand as this had been a pretty impromptu assignment, but you’re sure you were told he was born in 1917, yet he sits looking like he’s in forties, and aging well, at that.
“Hi, Mr Barnes!” you smile warmly at him, and he returns a friendly smile, introducing himself as Bucky and insisting you call him that.
“I just need you to fill out the last of the forms quickly,” your supervisor mutters, waving goodbye to Bucky as she leads you back out to her car.
You’re leaning against the boot of her oldish, red car, pen scratching against paper when she says, “He really likes you.”
“Hm?” you offer, raising your eyebrows but keeping your eyes focused on the form.
She leans her back against the trunk and shifts down a bit, speaking to you but looking over at your handwriting, “He’s known to be grumpy. You see the left arm? I don’t think he likes being dependent, I’ve had to swap out a lot of people.”
“And you didn’t tell me this before I took the job?” you frown, still finishing off the document, “Didn’t think I could handle it?”
“I know you’re capable, but I thought you wouldn’t want it. But listen, the organisation needs this, I don’t know if there’s anyone else we can find for him.”
You complete your signature with a satisfied smile, handing back the clipboard, “Don’t worry, I can do this.”
She nods then gets in her car and drives away, leaving you in the driveway. You stretch your arms then make your way back inside. When you enter the living room, there’s a draft you swear wasn’t here a few minutes ago. Bucky hasn’t moved, but you notice an open window. You furrow your brows as you look down at him, “Can I close that? It’s a bit chilly in here.”
“Go ahead,” he nods, and you walk over, pulling the handle it, and ignoring the recent-looking fingerprint marks on the glass.
***
A few hours into your first day, you’re a little taken aback by how friendly he is; even despite your boss’ warning, you’ve never had a patient so willing to co-operate, especially not veterans — they tend to be angry they need help, or have episodes due to PTSD, but Bucky seems perfectly in his right mind and understanding of both his and your position.
“Did they tell you I was a pain in ass?” Bucky asks before opening his mouth for a spoonful of food.
You laugh as you pull the spoon back, scooping up more of the rice and curry you made to lift to his lips, “Kind of,” you admit, “Said you were grumpy, is that true?”
He smiles, “I tend to be,” he confesses, “But I can’t keep that brooding persona up around you,” he takes a spoonful.
“So that’s what it is?” you raise an eyebrow as you pile the last of the meal onto the utensil, “A persona?”
He swallows the last of it and shakes his head with a grin, “No, but I can’t not be amused around you.”
***
You have no idea why your supervisor said he was difficult, your next few weeks with Bucky are light and fun, and you feel you’re even developing a friendship. You don’t see to him at night, and he has minimal needs during the day — some days it just feels like you’re there to keep him company.
You’re doing so well, in fact, that your supervisor wants to transfer you to a veteran from Vietnam who’s apparently even worse than Bucky (by other people’s stories — to you, if he’s anything like Bucky, he’ll be nice to see), convinced you have some magic touch.
As much as you’re developing affection for Bucky, you have to put work first, and you’re compelled to leave him for the other man who clearly needs you more. Bucky seems to be doing well, you’re sure you can’t be that special, and you’re sure someone else could take care of him just as well, if not better.
“Hi, Buck,” you greet with a smile as you close the door behind you. You hear his motorised wheelchair come rolling down the corridor to greet you.
“Hi, why could you only come in at ten today?”
You usually come in at seven on weekdays and eight on weekends.
“Sorry, I had a meeting,” you sigh, setting your tote bag down as Bucky switches his chair to manual.
“A meeting?” he asks as you take hold of the handles and push him to the other side of the kitchen island.
“Mhm,” you nod as you open the fridge, rummaging around for something to make, “There’s this other guy my boss wants me to help,” you call with your head still in the cold, “A Vietnam vet, no one else in the org will take him.”
You emerge with some eggs and milk, shutting the door with your foot before placing the contents on the island, “Did you eat? I assume Carol made breakfast but I can make more.”
“Are you going to take it?” he inquires, ignoring your question, “The job.”
“I mean, maybe,” you answer, placing your hands on the counter and tilting your head as you think, “I’m not sure yet.”
“But what about me?”
“The other guy needs full-time care, I’d have to spend virtually all my days there, but if I leave, Carol can take over for me, she can go from night to day, she’s amazing, and she doesn’t complain about you, at least not as much,” you wink, but he doesn’t crack a smile.
“Bucky, I didn’t mean to upset you—”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s just that—”
“It’s your job, I get it,” he replies, and you can see the stoicism build up.
“Nothing’s final, yet,” you say as you walk over, “And you’re doing great either way,” you give him a kiss on the forehead, “We don’t have to talk about that, let’s just eat, I’m starving.”
He nods and attempts to smile, but you can tell it doesn’t reach his eyes.
You try to make conversation as you make yourself an omelette, but you can tell he’s not in it, giving short answers and not reacting to your jokes. When you reach to grab the salt, he stops you.
“Not that one,” he says, “Use the pink salt, Himalayan, I swear it makes everything tastes better.”
You grind some onto your food and sit across from him on the island. Digging your fork into it, you see something flash across Bucky’s eyes. Your first thought is hunger, but he’d just eaten and swore he wasn’t hungry. You ignore it as you bring the fork to your mouth, savouring the taste, though it’s not necessarily a chef’s rendition.
It tastes fine, but there’s something off. At first, you think it must be the salt, but it’s not the taste that’s off; usually when you eat, you feel that warmth in your throat and then your stomach, but now, it’s like it went to your head. You press a hand to your forehead, feeling like you’re burning up. Trying to stand, you immediately sway, only not falling by gripping the counter so harshly and hastily you bend a nail. You try to look to Bucky to tell him you’re not feeling well, but he’s out of focus. In fact, he’s not there. Just as you collapse and close your eyes, you feel a tall shadow over you, but you don’t have time to figure out where it’s coming from before you fall unconscious.
***
You groggily wipe at your eyes when you finally stir before turning over to reach for your phone, at first thinking you had had a dream, but your phone’s not there, and the nightstand isn’t yours. You shoot up in panic and look down at your sheets: Bucky’s sheets. Okay, maybe Bucky rang Carol and she came and set you in bed. Your head still hurts, and everything’s a little hazy.
When the door opens, you expect to see Carol, but it’s Bucky.
“Bucky!” you gasp as you throw the sheets off of you.
He gives a lopsided grin, and for the first time you notice how tall he actually is, because he’s standing.
“Christmas miracle?” he offers.
He walks over to you and sets a glass of water on the bedside table.
“That Himalayan salt is really exotic, isn’t it?”
You don’t even have time to process exactly what he means by that, he’s still standing over you, using his arms and legs just fine, in fact, like he’s been doing it every single day forever. You should have suspected something was up; how could a paralysed man stay in such good shape? The thought briefly crossed your mind once when you ran your fingers over his muscled arm, but you brushed it off.
“Bucky! You- you—”
“Are perfectly fine, I am, and you will be too, soon, those drugs just need to wear off. I know you’re having trouble understanding, just drink some water and sleep it off a little longer.”
He leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead, but you dodge him, nearly falling off the bed in the process.
“Woah, there,” he chuckles as he catches you with ease, his reflexes so sharp it’s nearly unnatural, “Now I’m taking care of you.”
You’re not sure if you can’t speak because of the drugs or if it’s because you’re in shock. He gently sets you back down and your head falls against the pillow as you struggle to keep your eyes open, spots of black blocking little bits of your vision.
“I’ve been needing someone, I’ve gone through a few, but you, honey, you’re special, and I knew it from the moment I saw you. You can’t leave me, I still need you.”
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nickfowlerrr · 2 years
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pretty when you cry - chapter ten
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series masterlist / chapter eleven
*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 05/13/22*
pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)
warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. dubcon smut. noncon/dubcon relationship. spit kink. slight degradation. unprotected sex. nipple play. swearing. choking. mentions of past noncon intercourse . kidnapping? uh the crying kink - i literally can’t remember what it’s called lmao 💀 if i’m missing anything please let me know!
words: 4.4k
notes: like i said in a post earlier - this is definitely not the last chapter lol. i added something that turned into a bigger something and so there’s gonna be way more to come. majority of what i wrote for chapter ten originally is now pretty much all in the next chapter lmao. i’m really dragging this thing out, aren’t i? anyway if you were looking forward to reader’s punishment… you’ll have to bear with me until next week. but i think it’s worth it 😌 hope you enjoy this chapter which is literally just smut 💀 mean!bucky makes his triumphant return in chapter eleven so keep an eye out for that. feedback and comments are more than welcome and always appreciated! thank you for reading and reblogging. 💗
This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.
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You didn’t pay much attention to anything aside from finding an empty pump. That was easy enough to do on a Sunday night. There were only two other cars getting gas and a couple of cars parked in front of the store front. You parked by the nearest station you could and hopped out with your debit card in hand. You inserted the chip into the card reader so you could pay and expected to be prompted to begin your pumping.
But that didn’t happen.
The screen read that there was an error. Annoyed and huffy, you tried again. And then once more before another message came on the screen saying you’d have to pay inside. The last thing you wanted to do was waste time dealing with a cashier and having to go in, but you didn’t have any other cards you could try. Begrudgingly, you rolled your eyes and rolled your neck, trying to relieve some tension before you’d be face to face with another person. You were sure you looked erratic so you tried to pull yourself together before leaving your car and rushing to get inside so you could pay. You just needed to fill up your tank and get the hell out of there.
The ringing of the bell on the entrance door alerted you to a nervous looking cashier. He was breathing like he was trying to keep himself calm as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. When he saw you, he gave you a nervous smile that you cautiously returned. Something was off. Something was wrong. The bell rang again but you didn’t pay it any mind. You wanted to just say screw it and find another gas station downtown, but before you could turn around and head back to your car, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped at the unexpected touch and paled at the unexpected face that met yours as you looked behind you.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Natasha said in her smokey voice with a smile on her face. She either didn’t seem to notice your rising anxiety or just decided to ignore it as she moved her hand off of you before continuing. “Now what’s Bucky’s girl doing all alone on this side of town this late at night?”
“It’s not that late,” you said defensively. “And I’m not his girl,” you quickly added, rushing to remind her and yourself of that. She just smiled and laughed at you - you couldn’t tell if it was condescending or if she really thought you were joking - but it didn’t matter. And if you hadn’t been annoyed already, you were well and truly pissed off now. To which, Nat quickly caught on.
“Down, kitty. What’s got you all riled up?” she said, sounding concerned, but again you really couldn’t tell if she was just being condescending or not.
“I just need to put gas, okay? Is that not allowed? Do I need a chaperone to go out alone now? As if I haven’t been followed around nearly everyday for almost a month,” you ranted, ignoring the gaze of the other customers in the small store, all of whom quickly left after Natasha looked at them with a stare that chilled even you.
After the last person left, Nat finally returned her gaze to you.
“Got somewhere to be?” she asked as she took in your nervous, agitated demeanor.
“Home,” you lied swiftly. There was no way she knew what your plans were or even if Bucky knew where you were at the moment.. “Bucky’s waiting for me, so..” you added, lying further as you glanced around outside, desperately wanting to escape to your car.
“Oh, I’m sure he is. But what’s the rush?” she said as your eyes then landed on Sam outside the window of the convenience store, hanging up his phone before he started making his way inside. In an instant, everything clicked. You didn’t know if you should be scared or angry. Reality was both, but you decided to go with anger.
“What is the rush?” you bit out. “You tell me. Why do we need to talk right now? I’m sure we both have places to be.”
“I think you know exactly where you’re supposed to be. And we both know it isn’t at a gas station with your car packed like you’re about to skip town.” she said seriously.
“And I think, it’s none of your business. Scoping out my car the second I walked away?” you said harshly as Sam neared the both of you.
“Honey, I clocked you the second you pulled in,” she responded as Sam came to stand next to her. It felt like they were blocking you in. They probably were.
“Y/N, it’s good to see you,” Sam began before you cut him off.
“Save it.” you interrupted. “You were just talking to him outside, right?” you asked him straight up. Silence was your answer. “He’s on his way, then?” you continued.
He still didn’t really respond, just looked at you with sympathy. It made you even more upset.
And then you heard the roar of Bucky’s bike. And you knew you were fucked.
“I really thought you were different,” you said sadly to Sam before trying to walk past him and Nat to get back to your car. You could see Bucky from where you stood and to say he looked pissed was an understatement. He looked nearly unhinged. He had parked his bike behind your car and when he threw open the back door, you only then realized you had left your car unlocked and your keys in the ignition. As you watched him, you were sure he was rifling through your bags.
Before you could pass them, Sam stopped you gently. It didn’t take much, you could feel the fight draining out of you with each second that passed.
“I’m sorry. But he would have lost it completely if you just up and disappeared. I promise you, it would have just made things worse. No one would’ve been safe. I’m just trying to help protect you and the people you care about. And… he loves you, you know that. You two are meant to be together, aren’t you? You’re soulmates?”
You ignored his last question. Tired of hearing “but we’re soulmates” as an excuse for the way Bucky was acting.
“You think this is protecting me?” you asked, truly confused. But they didn’t know. How would they have?
“He’d never hurt you,” Natasha said confidently. You couldn’t help but laugh wryly at that. With a shake of your head, you turned back around to head outside to your car.
You were surprised to see that Bucky was pumping gas into your car but when he saw you, he slammed the pump back into its station and closed the cap to your tank as he stared at you predatorily. Worry and confusion running through you. You couldn’t tell for the life of you what was going to happen next. You couldn’t figure out what he was going to do.
He was fuming as he watched you approach slowly and cautiously.
“Where the fuck were you going?” he asked, deceptively quiet, when he knew you were near enough to hear him.
“Nowhere,” you began without thinking. You felt like how you did as a kid getting caught in a lie. Right before you knew you were about to be in trouble. For some reason, you just tried to keep lying instead of admitting the truth and facing your punishment, desperately trying to avoid it. “I wasn’t-”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, y/n! Do you think I’m stupid? Like I didn’t see these bags packed full of your shit?” You flinched at him suddenly yelling at you even though there was a good distance between you still. The only other time he had yelled, truly, yelled at you like that was the night he had broken into your house the first time.
“I just needed to get away. I need to be away from you. I mean, you just threatened my family, Bucky. Did you really expect me to just be fine with that? I - I can’t have these threats hanging over my head. I don’t want to be forced to be with you. You’re trying to blackmail me into a relationship and this is just - this is all so fucked,” you said, broken hearted.
“Get in the car,” he ordered harshly.
“No,” you refused, trying to hide the nerves in your voice.
“Get your ass in the car before I make you get in,” he growled.
You looked behind you as you felt eyes on you while yours had started to sting. You saw Sam and Nat staring from across the lot, watching raptly at the embarrassingly dramatic scene unfolding before them. You realized then that they were really just watching you. As if you’d take off running at any given moment. You accepted then that you didn’t have a viable way out of there. So, reluctantly, you climbed into the passenger seat of your own car as Bucky got into the driver’s seat in the blink of an eye.
Bucky peeled out of the gas station the second you closed your door. It was tense and quiet and you could literally feel the rage radiating off of him. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel and his jaw was clenched so hard you were momentarily worried about his teeth. You wanted to speak, to say something. To protest at the very least. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. You didn’t think you could push him any further before something bad happened. But a sinking feeling in your gut was telling you that something bad was already happening.
He drove in silence for what felt like forever, but in reality was only about 15 minutes, before he passed the sign indicating that you were now out of the town limits. You turned to Bucky the second that information registered.
“Where are you taking me?”
He didn’t look back to you, didn’t respond at all, just accelerated his already over-the-limit speed.
It was only a couple minutes later that your question was answered as he pulled up to a secluded house just outside of town. It was nice. Really nice. It was a two story modern farmhouse. It looked new and… costly. You were still confused though. You didn’t know where you were or why he had taken you there. Was this his house? You didn’t think much more on that, though as Bucky parked and shut off your car - exiting it just as swiftly.
He rounded the hood and threw your door open before he dragged you out of the car, not even giving you the chance to react. His grip was strong and it hurt as he walked you up to the front door before he opened it almost effortlessly and shoved you inside.
Not having the wherewithal to even try and stop your motion before you tripped over yourself and fell to your hands and knees. When you turned back around in shock, you realized that Bucky wasn’t there. He was back at your car, grabbing all of your bags from your back seat. You scrambled up to your feet and as you went outside to protest, he turned back on you before you even stepped foot out of the door.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you seethed as you tried to hold your ground at the threshold of the door. He walked straight up to you, his glare alone enough to send you walking cautiously backward into the house. He threw your bags down and slammed the door shut behind him, his dark eyes never leaving yours as he stalked toward you. For the life of you, you couldn’t look away. Your throat went dry as you watched him approach closer and closer and the most unexpected thrill went through you, but you refused to pay it any mind as you needed to figure out your next move in this unknown space. Before you could, though, Bucky finally responded to you.
“Taking what’s mine,” he said roughly as he grabbed you by the waist just the same. He moved so swiftly and had you pressed up tightly against him in the blink of an eye before he moved his metal hand to your throat, applying constricting pressure as he stared down into your eyes. You could only imagine what you looked like, mouth agape as you stared up at him, hands pulling at his wrist trying to get him to drop his grip on your neck.
He loosened his grip after a moment of you struggling against him before his hand moved up to your jaw, holding your face up to keep your gaze.
“You are mine,” he stated hungrily before leaning down and crashing his lips to yours, his metal hand never leaving your face, just pulling you closer. You were astonished by how desperate it felt. As he grabbed at you and kissed you deeper than ever, you realized that he was, in fact, acting in desperation. He pulled away only to breathe before he picked you up behind your thighs and lifted you as you reflexively wrapped your thick legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He held you effortlessly as he walked you up a staircase leading to the second floor. Your mind was in a haze as he entered what you assumed was the master bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed and wasted no time in removing his clothes before he did the same to you.
You didn’t fight him. In fact, you helped him as he removed each article of clothing you were wearing. Your armor quickly falling as his touch set you on fire. Nothing made sense but that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered was him. It was disorienting how quickly things turned in.. less than an hour.
After you were laid back on the bed completely naked, he climbed on top of you, lavishing kisses from your lips, along your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach and finally kissing down to your pussy. You were already wet and his desperation was making you feel the same.
He licked and sucked hungrily, leaving you writhing beneath him. His hands found your hips, holding you down to stop you from involuntarily moving as you were looking for more stimulation from him. He swirled his tongue around your sensitive clit before sucking it into his mouth, eliciting a pleasure fueled scream from you as you grabbed onto the sheets. He sucked for a little longer, before releasing you, moving to lick one last long, deep stripe through your folds up to your bundle of nerves.
As he moved back up your body, you felt his hard length pressing against you as he leaned down to be face to face with you again. His flesh hand moved to grip your chin once again as his metal hand was beside your head, holding him up above you. You were breathing heavily as you stared into his deep blue eyes while he looked down at you with an undeniable, carnal, lust in his gaze.
“You really thought you could just leave me like that, sweetheart?” he asked, almost pained. You didn’t know what to say and the urge to apologize was one you had to fight as he continued staring down at you. He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to your lips before adding, “You can’t leave me. You’re never gonna leave, you understand me?” he questioned harshly as he gripped your jaw tighter in his hold.
You heard the unspoken threat and knew that you weren’t getting away from him again - but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to care at the moment as you nodded as best you could while he held your face firmly.
“Good girl,” he praised darkly as he let go of your face and moved to grab his pulsing cock in his flesh hand. He pumped himself twice and you watched as precum leaked from his tip. He moved to angle himself at your entrance before he ran the tip of his cock through your wet folds teasingly. You whined under him and he wasted no time in moving to enter you harshly. You cried at the intrusion, though you were wet and wanting, his size was still a lot for you to take. You gripped his arms that were holding onto your waist as your legs encircled him once more. He didn’t slow down even as you cried. He only held you tighter, and you were sure his grip would leave you bruised like it had before.
“Please,” you cried out as he continued thrusting deeper and deeper into your wet heat. “Please, Bucky, slow down, I can’t.. I can’t take it. S’too much,” you pleaded.
“Oh sweetheart, you can take it. I know you can,” he said patronizingly. “Just keep crying, princess. Love it when you cry for me,” he grunted through his teeth as he pounded into you even harder, leaning closer to your face, kissing away your tears as they fell. You felt like you were being split in two as you cried out his name once more.
“Bucky, it hurts!” you sobbed through the pain and pleasure coursing through you.
“It hurts?” he asked softly in your ear, voice laced with fake care, “How much?” he growled as he rutted into you again, pulling back to look at you, causing you to gasp out, your breath catching in your throat at the feeling his tone sent through you and at the even harder thrust he sent into you as he moved his hands to take your own in his. He moved them up and pinned them to the bed as he intertwined your fingers. His thrusts didn’t slow, he just kept moving against you, his thick cock dragging against your tight walls, the head of him hitting your g-spot perfectly with each thrust, only making you cry out more as you moaned pathetically, the sound turning into a sob. Your heels were digging into his back as you arched yours, inadvertently pulling him closer.
As he leaned back down to you, his face dropped to your neck as your chest touched his. His hands left yours and he moved them to hold onto your waist and around your back as you were still arching against him, holding you close to him as your hands found his biceps before snaking around to wrap your arms around his back.
You felt him biting harshly at the tender skin of your throat before he soothed the sting with his tongue. “You hurt me,” he nearly whispered against your skin. “I think you deserve a little pain tonight, too, princess. S’only fair,” he continued before he moved his head down to your breasts.
You didn’t realize how close you were to coming until Bucky took one of your nipples into his warm, wet mouth and suckled on it, swirling his tongue around your pert bud as his hand found your other breast and played with it, tugging and pulling at your sensitive nipple, squeezing the mound of flesh in his large hand, groaning around your tit as he felt you squeeze his cock even tighter as you inched closer to your impending orgasm.
He bit your nipple and you yelped at the pain, soon replaced by the unrelenting pleasure he was unleashing on your body. His warm tongue swirling around the bud yet again to soothe the sting as he continued pounding into you relentlessly, your nails digging into his back. Every thrust - more forceful than the last, every bite more deep, but every kiss, more sweet. It was the most pleasurable torture to be at his whim. It was painful, but still, you wanted more.
With his arms still around you and you clinging to him, he pulled you up, keeping you against his chest as he sat up with his cock still inside of you. The change of position had you mewling helplessly yet again as he had you sat on his thighs, thrusting up into you with so much force you could do nothing but hold onto him desperately. One of his hands found your hip as he pulled you down harshly against his every thrust, forcing you to meet him with each one as he bounced you up and down on his thick cock.
You relied on him to keep you upright against him, nearly completely leaning against his strong chest as your arms stayed wrapped tightly around him - your face nuzzling into his neck. He slithered his large hand from your hip to in between your sweat covered bodies, his dexterous fingers easily finding your clit as he began to rub it in tight circles as you clenched around him and clung to him tighter, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you came suddenly and violently, crying at the indescribable bliss that overtook you.
Bucky didn’t stop fucking you as he growled and shoved you back down on the mattress, pounding into you without abandon. His right hand was now on your waist and his left found your throat once again and he squeezed as he stared down at you animalistically. You saw the anger, hurt, and disappointment in his eyes, but the undeniable look of lust and longing was there too.
As he stared down at you, eyes boring into your own glossy ones, it looked like he was going to say something more, but didn’t. Just grit his teeth as his hand became more constricting around your throat, and his hips began to stutter in their powerful movements. You don’t know why - it was instinctive as your left hand reached out to his hip, craving him - wanting him closer - wanting to touch him, while your right hand covered his metal one still on you as he used your overworked and sensitive hole to chase his own release. A part of you was keenly aware just how easily it would be for him to crush your throat if he wanted to, and how controlled his strength was as he got closer. That turned you on, and you wanted more.
Your hand tightened around his, the constriction somehow bringing you closer to another orgasm, your silky walls tightening around him, making him groan deeply as he nearly lost control. You whimpered beneath him as he stopped moving inside you. His grip slipped up to your jaw and he forced your mouth open with the pressure.
“Tongue out,” he ordered harshly and you obeyed without thinking - absolutely no hesitation. He grinned wickedly before he lightly patted your cheek in approval. He pursed his lips and then spat onto your tongue - you could feel it running down your tongue into your throat before you swallowed it.
You were momentarily brought back to that first night - the memory of his saliva on your tongue before he left you like a used, broken doll alone in your bed. But the renewed thrusting of his cock inside your tight walls quickly pulled you back to the present.
“I get my cock in you and you just become so compliant, don’t you, princess,” he taunted before kissing you hotly. “This is just what you needed, isn’t it? Just needed me to fuck you stupid so you don’t have to think, don’t have to worry about anything,” he continued, you could feel his breath against your cheek as he spoke and you laid there, writhing, whimpering and whining beneath him.
You did feel stupid. Stupid and embarrased at how accurate he was. You really were being compliant, not even a little bit of fight was coming from you. But right now, with his cock thrusting so deeply into you, making you feel so unbelievably good - with his warmth surrounding you and his weight on top of you - you didn’t care.
You were slightly surprised that his taunting was sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core, while you heated up even more at his words.
“You gonna come again, pretty girl? I can fuckin feel you squeezing me. So goddamn tight,” he was breathing heavily and grunting above you while you stared up at him with wide eyes, nearly gasping for each breath you took in between your now weak moans.
His hands found your hips as his stuttered once again, but he didn’t stop this time. Only moved more brutally against you. The deep, hard strokes of his throbbing cock along your walls was addictive - you almost didn’t want him to stop despite the ache he was leaving you with.
He came as deeply as he could inside of you and when you first felt him shoot his hot come inside your walls, you came yet again around him. He hissed as your walls squeezed his member, wanting to keep him inside. Never wanting it to end. Because you knew what was going to happen once it ended. Once the euphoric high passed, you would be faced with that post-coital clarity. So you begged silently to let the bliss last forever.
Bucky’s arms wrapped around you once again and he flipped you both so that he was now on his back and you were resting on him. His hands rubbed up and down your curves while you both slowly tried to steady your breathing, his cock still snuggly inside of you.
You felt your eyes getting heavy and were grateful to have sleep take you so you didn’t have to come back to reality yet. As you felt yourself slip under, you vaguely heard Bucky’s voice.
“We’ll get the rest of your stuff tomorrow, sweetheart. You’re staying with me. It’ll be easier this way,” he spoke softly into your hair. “I didn’t want to force you, you know. I was trying to give you a choice. But you just kept choosing wrong,” he continued as he shook his head slightly. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, though. I got you. I got us,” he mumbled as your eyes shut fully. You didn’t respond, didn’t fully hear or understand him, honestly. Right now, you just needed to sleep. Your head was cloudy and all you registered before sleep took you was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you, moving to pull his comforter up over the both of you, and his lips brushing your skin.
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U accidentally call [character of your choice] by the wrong name in bed 😬 what is the best and worse case scenario here
Oooh okay I like this!! So we're going to go with a bit of soft!dark (maybe just dark) Bucky 😘
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"please," you beg, although you're not quite sure what for.
Did you want him to ease up? Did you want him to keep going? Did you want him to go harder?
All you knew is you didn't want to him to stop.
"that's it, baby," Bucky grunts from behind you, his hand pressing down between your shoulders until your face is pressed against the pillows.
Your mind flicks back to the night before. The way his hands felt different against your skin, softer almost.
The way his moans sounded different, more whimpered than husky.
Yet you can't deny the same amount of pleasure you feel at the hands of your current lover.
Thoughts of last night fog your brain and before you know it you're whimpering out a name that doesn't belong to the man behind you.
Best case scenario
Bucky stills and you tense. You can't believe you let his name slip out.
Before you can get an apology out Bucky is pulling you up by your hair so you're against his chest.
"it's that what you want, baby? You want Steve all to yourself huh?"
You try to protest but he quickly covers your mouth.
"shh, it's okay baby. Why don't we let him join?"
Your eyes widen as you Steve comes out of the shadows, naked and gripping his hard cock.
"you didn't think I already knew," Bucky chuckles, watching as Steve saunters over and cups your face gently.
"why don't we see if we can get her to scream both our names, pal."
Worst case scenario
Bucky stills and you tense. You can't believe you let his name slip out.
You and Steve had been so careful and in a matter of seconds you'd ruined it.
You knew Bucky would never let you go but you hadn't been happy for years.
All the warning signs were there. He was possessive, jealous and almost cruel.
"Bucky, I'm sorry, please," you begin to plead when he pulls out of you and gets off the bed.
You watch him moving around the room with bated breath. He dresses without a word or a glance in your direction.
You'd take his yelling over his stone silence any day.
Once he's pulled on his sweats and t-shirt he turns to you and you bite back your fear.
He pulls you to your feet and out of the room, not caring that you are naked.
Bucky leads you to a door that you've been forbidden from ever entering. The one time you tried you couldn't sit properly for a week.
He unlocks it swiftly and your throat runs dry as you take in the sight when the door swings open.
Bucky pushes you through the door with a firm grip on your shoulder until you're stood in front of the man's name you let slip.
"Steve, I'm sorry," you whisper through tears as you stare at the man tied to the chair, blood and bruises littering his pale skin.
You shiver when you feel Bucky's breath ghost your skin when he whispers, "now put on a good show and I might let him live."
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I'm not gonna lie, this sounds super fun to explore more! Thank you for sending this, lovely anon 🖤
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antiheroest · 1 year
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WELCOME TO SHIELD!
❝ A strategic and innovative new homeland, meticulously designed to be the perfect oasis where you can start brand new beginnings without any intervention and create your own endings without enforcement, all by your own logistics ❞
CROSSPOSTED ON AO3!
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Pairing: Soft Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: ???
Warnings: dark bucky barnes, manipulation, dark themes, violence... (will be added as i go on)
A/N: this is heavily based on wandavision and don't worry darling... because who doesn't love fake realities?
WTS! MASTERLIST
— PROLOGUE
— CHAPTER 1
— CHAPTER 2
— ???
disclaimer: this WILL have grammatical errors. no, i cannot fix it. i don't possess the intellectual ability to do it myself.
divider by @promenadewithme-graphics !
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Joy
Chapter 6 of The Neighborhood Series
Summary: You’re finally home with Lee; Bucky and Ghost connect
Soft dark Lee Bodecker x Reader; Soft dark Bucky Barnes x Ofc Ghost
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Warning: This is dark. Do not read if you are not into that. Smut so 18+ only. Angst and fluff; dub-con due to how reader and Lee started
You slowly opened your eyes, not knowing exactly where you were or how long you’d been out. You panicked suddenly, remembering your encounter on the street, unsure if you were home or if they’d taken you. It was a blur, but the fear was still deeply buried in your mind. You screamed when you felt a hand touch your cheek, trying to move back as quickly as possible. It took you a minute to remember how that day had ended, that you were safe.
“Hey, hey, calm down. You’re okay. I’ve got you,” you heard Lee calmly whisper into your hair as he caressed your cheek while placing small and delicate kisses on top of your head. Lee just held you, waiting for you to realize you were safe.
You gripped his wrist, letting the tears stream down your face, the exhaustion from fear and pain finally catching up to you. Lee held you as you cried, sobs making your entire body shake. He knew the outpouring of emotions from you meant you weren’t scared of him, meant that you knew it was over and you were home. You finally knew the depth of his love for you, and maybe this would be the catalyst you needed to fully accept that your life was now forever mixed with his, your bond so strong nothing could tear you apart.
“I was so scared, I just wanted to come home and be your good girl,” you repeated over and over, rocking yourself to quell your anxiety. Lee picked you up, sat on the bed with his back against the wall, and gently placed you on his lap. He feathered kisses all over your face and neck, wiping away your tears as he went.
“You are my best girl, you are my Dollface. I love you so much, and I will always protect you,” Lee replied, still holding you, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying to soothe you the best he could. Your tears broke his heart and made his hate for Freezy grow fiercely.
“What did I do to make him mad? I won’t do it again,” you whimpered as you nuzzled your face in Lee’s neck, your tears and sobs slowly fading. You wrapped your arms around his sides making his heart race.
“Shhhh, honey. It wasn’t you. He was mad at me, but we worked it out. You’re mine and mine alone, understand? It’s just you and me from now on, and I will protect you with my last breath,” Lee promised, making you look at him to see his love and sincerity. You nodded your head, finally accepting this man. He saved you, he worshipped you, he put you above everyone else, including his brother. You knew you would never be alone again.
You stared at Lee, your eyes moving between his steel blues and his perfect lips. You felt your breath hitch as you saw the look of desire cross his face, making you grow so wet. No one had ever had this effect on you before, and you now knew no one ever would. Lee was the only one to make you feel this way, the only one you would ever allow to touch you again.
You leaned in, placing a tentative kiss on his lips before closing your eyes and surrendering to him, surrendering to your feelings. You deepened the kiss, allowing him access to you, his tongue finding its way in. He moved one hand behind your head, entangling his hand in your hair.
You pulled away, breathless, your eyes truly seeing him for the first time. He placed his forehead on yours, making you feel more safe and secure in his arms. He started kissing down your jaw, stopping to nibble on your earlobe before moving down your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow him more access and room to work with, your moans filling the space around you.
“Let me show you how much I love you,” Lee said, waiting for you to allow him this pleasure. He didn’t want to push you too fast or far after what just occurred. You nodded, allowing him to lay you gently on your back.
His eyes were black, all semblance of any color hidden beneath his stare as he drank in the sight of you. Your lips were red and swollen, your neck littered with bites and bruises, your chest heaving. He slowly removed your shirt, immediately sucking on your nipple while his hand pinched and rolled the other. You arched your back, needing to be even closer to him, the pleasure from being so sensitive shooting straight to your drenched cunt.
He alternated from one nipple to the other, both always being played with either by mouth or hand. He started to kiss his way down your stomach to the waistband of your leggings, his fingers sliding under to allow him access to where you both wanted him to be. He pulled your leggings down, throwing them on the floor.
He started kissing inside your thigh, moving his lips directly over your pussy before kissing the other thigh, chuckling when he heard your groan of frustration.
“Look at me, Dollface. You’re going to watch me enjoy every second of your pussy,” he commanded, waiting until you followed his command before he moved. Once you locked eyes, he dove in as if his mouth was suddenly possessed, eating you with a near feral energy. He licked up and down your lips, then made his way back up, stopping to attach himself to your clit. You moaned, pulling his face closer by his hair. He replaced his lips with his thumb, pressure soft and steady as he stabbed into your weeping hole. As you tipped over the edge, he hungrily lapped up every last drop, working you through the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. You would have been embarrassed at how fast he made you cum, but at this moment, you couldn’t care less.
He slowly made his way back up, kissing a path until he reached your mouth, the taste of yourself overtaking everything. You were so dizzy and blissed out, you didn’t realize he had even undressed until you felt the thick tip of his rock hard cock pressed against your entrance.
He kissed you deeply as he pushed into you in one stroke, primal in his need to claim you, to show you who you belonged to. He started fucking you hard, holding your legs over his arms as his hands grasped your hips. You knew your hips would be bruised, but it wouldn’t matter since you probably wouldn’t be able to walk anyhow. He brought one hand up to your neck, lightly squeezing.
“Let go, honey. I feel you close, just let go. Let your cunt squeeze me until I’m empty,” he told you, releasing your neck and fucking you so hard, the only sound was skin slapping skin. You felt yourself fall once again, this time soaking his cock and all of the sheets under you. Your vision blanked for a moment, not returning until you felt his cum spurt deep inside.
Lee rolled over, still keeping his cock firmly sheathed in your cunt, holding you as if you were the most precious person. And to him, you were.
“I love you,” you whispered before closing your eyes, your body deliciously sore, your mind blank. Every feeling, every doubt you had was washed away, replaced by the love Lee had for you.
“I love you too,” he replied, placing small kisses on the top of your head. He rubbed up and down your back, soothing you simply with his touch. “Oh, by the way, you’ll have a roommate joining you tomorrow. Bucky found his one, but she was hurt. He’s having her checked out, then he’ll bring her down.”
Lee felt your body immediately tense up at the mention of his brother. He held you tight, still soothing you while he whispered his words of protection. You weren’t sure how seeing Bucky would go, but you didn’t want to upset Lee.
“Will we be sisters?” you asked shyly, still wary but trying to make the effort for your love.
“I hope so, Dollface. Now, get some sleep,” he replied, moving to place you on the bed. The panic was immediate and intense, hitting the minute he was no longer touching you.
“Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone. Please, stay with me. Please. You said you would protect me,” you said as you clawed at the bed to pull him back. He saw the fear and anxiety replace the peace you had just moments before, and he knew you needed him. He layed back down, moving you so your head was on his chest. He pulled the blanket up, rubbing your back and giving you small kisses of reassurance until he heard your breath even out. Once he was sure you were asleep, only then did he allow himself to succumb to the overwhelming exhaustion he also suffered.
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Ghost slowly regained consciousness, pulled from her sleep by distorted voices. She slowly turned her head, trying to open her eyes, however they weren’t cooperating. When she was finally able to pry them open, she saw Bucky and another man in the corner of the room.
“She’s got three broken ribs, one of which almost punctured her lung. She’s also suffered a fractured orbital bone, which we’ll need to watch to see if she’ll need surgery. Here are pain meds and antibiotics for her. Don’t wrap the ribs, it will slow the healing time and make it harder for her to breathe. Watch for any signs of concussion, bring her back to the clinic in a week for some follow up x-rays,” a tall man instructed, handing two pill bottles to Bucky.
“Thank you, Fowler. I owe you,” Bucky replied. Ghost saw the relief on his face when the doc told him she would be fine. Her heart sped up, a feeling of something she had never experienced before overwhelming her. It was joy, and never had anyone made her feel this way. Bucky turned toward her, a smile overtaking his face, and she swore it was the most beautiful sight she had ever laid eyes on.
“Hey, my little one,” he cooed, walking over to her as the man he called Fowler turned to face her. “This is Dr. Nick Fowler, he’s been taking care of you.” Bucky grabbed her hand as she turned her head to Dr. Fowler. He pulled his penlight from his pocket, asking questions while checking her vitals.
“Do you know what year it is? Do you know your name? Do you know who the president is? Do you know what state you’re in? Count to five for me. Follow the light.”
She answered all questions and followed all commands to his satisfaction, suddenly happy for the beating Ari had given her, even if his sadistic ass had gone overboard. Nick Fowler was the go to doctor for the underground hitmen group, and although he had treated her once or twice before, he didn’t recognize her with the amount of trauma she had suffered. He also got paid very well not to remember his more under the radar patients.
“Come on, little one. We’re going home now,” Bucky said as he grabbed her arm to help her up. Home. She was going home with the man she loved. Nothing had ever come close to this feeling, and she couldn’t help the small smile that escaped. She would need to figure out how to deal with her jealousy when she arrived as she wouldn’t be able to handle it the way she preferred. It wasn’t your fault she was jealous. No, she would learn to at least like you since she would have to coexist with you and Lee.
As Ghost walked, leaning on Bucky for support, she let her mind wander. She couldn’t help but think maybe, just maybe, everything she had survived had led her to this very moment.
Bucky watched her carefully, not missing the internal conversation she was having, each emotion crossing her face. He didn’t know why, but he was instantly protective over her. She didn’t need it, he saw that written all over her. She had a strength which couldn’t be hidden. Now he just had to give her time to open up and be honest with him.
When they reached the house, Bucky took Ghost to his room immediately, heading into his bathroom to start a hot bath. Once the tub was filled, he returned to his room, swept her up in his arms, and carried her to the tub. He slowly and carefully undressed her, his eyes hardening at the bruises formed over her ribs and abdomen. He would kill Levinson, and anyone else involved in this. He didn’t care, fuck the rules.
Ghost watched his face apprehensively, worried when she saw the anger flare. The minute he met her eyes, he immediately softened and watched her with nothing but admiration and affection. He gently placed her in the hot bath, removing his shirt to keep from getting soaked as he helped clean her.
“I know you didn’t wander here by mistake, this neighborhood is basically non existent unless you’re looking for it. I also know you’re not helpless, and this beating was nothing new to you,” Bucky said, gently washing her back. She looked at him, terrified of what would happen if he rejected her. “I won’t force you to talk, not until you’re ready,” he continued softly, still massaging her skin with the soap. “I want to keep you,” he admitted, turning her face to his so she could see the truth.
Ghost looked up, staring into a face filled with so much hope and apprehension, not sure if she could believe her ears. She saw nothing but the truth, this man laid bare in front of her. She reached out and caressed his cheek, smiling when Bucky leaned his face into her touch. She should have known he was too smart. The fact that he still wanted her, even though she lied? It was more than she had hoped for.
“Not tonight. Please, tonight, just hold me. I promise to tell you everything tomorrow. Tonight, I just need to feel you,” Ghost whispered, tears starting to fall. She had never cried real tears before, only ever crying on demand for a job. This was so new, and she wasn’t sure she liked the vulnerability. As if he could sense her sudden shift, he gently kissed her, soft and slow, full of whatever she needed. She couldn’t find the words to describe it except it’s what she needed.
Bucky gently lifted her from the tub, carried her back to his room where he dressed her in one of his long sleeve shirts and a pair of his boxer briefs. He handed her two of her pain pills and the dose of antibiotics she was to take, along with a bottle of water. Once she had taken everything, he laid her down, moving behind her. He waited for her to take the lead, to find what position she was most comfortable in. She turned on the side that didn’t have the broken ribs, laying her head on his chest, and placing her leg over his.
He settled his arm around her, rubbing his hand up and down her back and arm, a comfortable silence taking over. He never was one for words, and neither was Ghost. Everything that needed to be conveyed between them had been done through touch and looks. As she listened to the steady beat of his heart, she allowed the medication to take her under. Bucky stayed absolutely still, not wanting to disturb her at all. He finally fell asleep, feeling better and whole, something he had never actually felt before.
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kinanabinks · 5 months
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you don't think sharing a room with your lecturers is a big deal. not until professor rogers starts going a little too far with his sleepwalking. thankfully, professor barnes is there to talk you through it.
content warning: dark!steve x f!reader x soft!dark!bucky, age gap, somnophilia, dub/noncon, naive!reader, smut, voyeurism, booby stuff, fingering, penetrative sex, rough sex, cream pie, cockwarming.
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As you lie on your side, the gentle sound of rain pattering against the window soothes you. You've never been quick to fall asleep, but the motel's lumpy mattress isn't helping. You are appreciate of Steve's warmth, though, and the fact that you don't feel uncomfortable to be sharing a bed with him at all.
When Professor Barnes invited you on this research trip, you knew you couldn't turn the opportunity down. Two weeks with two of the greatest minds in quantum physics? You had to say yes, utterly honored that they allowed you, a mere freshman barely two months into her college career, to accompany them.
Bucky was happy to take the sofa bed, where he lays now. He's still awake; you can hear him typing on his phone every so often. It's only been ten minutes since you got into bed but they did tell you Steve takes only minutes to fall into a deep sleep. They also warned you that he's prone to sleepwalking, which doesn't worry you - until you feel his arm wrap around you.
"Professor Rogers?" You whisper, turning your head to find his eyes closed as he softly snores.
"Everything alright?" Bucky asks you from the couch. The lamp by the TV is still on so you can clearly see him sitting up.
"Uh, yeah," You reply lowly. "All good."
Not convinced by your tone, Bucky stands up to check on you, his brows furrowing. "Steve sleepwalks, as we mentioned, pay it no mind," He assures you. "Try and get some sleep, flower. Big day tomorrow."
You take his advice, shutting your eyes and trying your best to relax - but then you feel Steve's hand cup your breast. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying wide open.
"Professor Barnes," You call out to Bucky, who's still standing by the couch.
"What's wrong?" He asks you, taking a step closer.
"He.... he's touching my... chest," You manage to spurt out, cringing inwardly.
Bucky tuts, slowly walking over to you. "I'm sorry about him, but you must stay calm," He tells you firmly. "You can't wake up a sleepwalker."
Steve's fingers start rubbing and pulling at your nipple, making you freeze up. "He... Professor Barnes, please stop him!" You beg him desperately.
"Shh," Bucky whispers soothingly, coming closer to where you lay. His glasses rest lowly on his nose, the pipe in his mouth letting out smoke. "Be brave, flower. It can be incredibly dangerous to wake someone while they're sleepwalking."
"I - this isn't sleepwalking," You whisper, holding back your whimpers while Steve paws at your tits.
"Ah, but it is," Bucky retorts. "Sleepwalkers don't only get up and trot around in the night. I've heard some cases where they cook and eat an entire meal while asleep, and one man even drove all the way to work. It's a dynamic ailment, flower, please be patient with him. I'm sorry, I didn't know Steve's sleepwalking could manifest in a sexual manner, but I'm sure he'll stop soon."
You bite down on your lip and hope he's right. Carefully, you try to move Steve's hands off your breasts, but he only squeezes them harder, making you squirm. Suddenly he pulls up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold air - and worse, to Bucky's eyes.
"Professor," You shudder, bringing your hands up to cover your chest.
"Just relax," Bucky says lowly, his eyes dark. "It'll be over soon."
Steve pins your left shoulder down firmly before moving his head down. You aren't sure what he's doing until you feel his lips wrap around your nipple. A whimper leaves your mouth as he sucks on your tit, conflicting feelings coursing through you. Though you're terrified and embarrassed, you also feel pangs of pleasure shooting through you like electricity.
"Remain calm, flower," Bucky utters soothingly. "Let him continue and he'll stop on his own accord. We cannot wake him."
You're slightly frustrated at his words - surely a professor forcing his way on a student, whether consciously or not, is more important than whatever danger to Steve you would be posing by waking him up? You try to push him off you, but even in slumber, he's much too strong and heavy for you to try and fight against him.
Steve's hand suddenly pushes past the hemline of your shorts and bypasses your panties. You almost squeal as his fingers plunge into you with no warning, three digits stretching your entrance. The ease with which he's able to slide in, the juices which coat his fingers, leave you incredibly ashamed.
"Professor Barnes," You cry lowly between shaky breaths. "It - he's hurting me."
"Shh, shh, shh," Bucky hushes you as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, honey, I really am, but there's nothing I can do. Try and close your eyes, think about something else."
You squeeze your eyes shut but no pleasant thoughts can distract you from Steve fucking you with his fingers. He curls and scissors them inside you, making your stomach flip. The sound of his fingers sloshing in and out of your wet cunt fill the room, and you're utterly humiliated.
Small whines and moans rush past your lips uncontrollably as Steve fingers you faster, his mouth still latched onto your hard nipple. You wince, trying not to let the pleasure take over, determined to remain professional.
"You're doing so well, flower," Bucky says as he looks your body up and down, watching as Steve violates you. "Being such a good girl, so calm."
"Please, Sir," You whimper, shaking your head. "Make him stop."
"I'm sure it won't be much longer, now," Bucky assures you, biting on his smoke pipe. "That's it, flower, stay nice and relaxed."
Your heart is beating out of your chest and it only beats harder when you feel Steve's hard cock resting against your bare thigh. Before you can move away from him, he pulls his fingers out of you and rips apart your shorts, panties and all. Your body is frozen in shock as he shoves you onto your side with a gruff grunt, and before you get the chance to realize what's about to happen and brace yourself for it, Steve pushes his entire cock into your cunt.
"Oh, my God!" You can't help but cry loudly. Hoping it's enough to wake him, you feel a sense of relief as he stops moving. There are a few moments of silence and just as you look up and meet Bucky's eyes with your tear-filled ones, Steve begins to roughly fuck you.
His hips snap against yours over and over as he mercilessly probes you with his thick cock. You could swear it feels like you're being torn apart, every inch of your skin on fire as you tightly grip onto the sheets.
"Just stay calm," Bucky says casually as he strokes your hair, watching Steve fuck you like an animal. "That's a good girl, just take it."
"Please," You whimper, crying with every hard thrust he serves you. It makes you feel even worse when the pain begins to make room for pleasure, as though you're just as animalistic and depraved as Steve's unconscious alter ego.
The springs in the mattress squeak beneath you as Steve fucks you harder and the headboard repeatedly smacks against the wall with a heavy thump. He lets out low grunts and growls into your ear, his hands keeping you pinned to the bed. A part of you doesn't believe that he's genuinely sleepwalking when you see the look in his eyes - but you remember what Bucky said. Some people can cook meals and drive cars while sleepwalking - it is so crazy to think someone could have sex while sleepwalking?
Still, though, you refuse to let Bucky know that a part of you is finding the sordid encounter enjoyable. While pleasure envelopes you and cascades down your spine, you keep on a strong face in hopes that it'll convince Bucky you can remain professional even in the most difficult and absurd situations.
"That's it, flower, you're being so good," Bucky mumbles, gently stroking your cheek. "It's almost over, I promise. Just a little longer. You're taking this all so well, being so good for us. We knew you would be."
His words confuse you for a second - did they know this was going to happen? But you shake away those thoughts. There's no way they would have let you come if they knew this was possible, you must have misunderstood him.
Steve's thrusts become quicker and harder as he fucks you into the mattress. Your legs shake and you can't believe how close you are to climaxing. You try to hold it back, refusing to orgasm in front of your professors, but when Steve suddenly begins rubbing harsh circles onto your clit while pulling and twisting your nipple, you know you have no control. With a loud cry, you cum onto his cock, your cunt squeezing around his pulsating shaft.
"That's it, good girl," Bucky mumbles, stroking your slacked jaw as your eyes roll back and your body trembles and shakes.
Steve thrusts a few more times before he cums with a grunt, filling you with his seed. You gasp at the feeling, his warm cum coating your insides, his twitching cock beating against your walls.
"You did so well," Bucky says, his own cock hard and leaking precum, threatening to burst through his pants. "You've been such a good girl tonight."
All you can let out is a weak whimper.
Bucky gives you a soft smile. "Now, get some sleep," He tells you firmly before making his way to the bathroom.
You breathe heavily, trying to process the events of the night, equally as ashamed as you are exhausted. A few moments pass and you wait for Steve to pull out and return to his side of the bed, but he remains where he is with his cock inside you, heavy arm around your body, soft snores leaving his mouth.
You try to push him off you but he only grips you tighter and even thrusts his softening cock in and out of you a few times, scaring you into remaining perfectly still for the rest of the night.
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navybrat817 · 6 months
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Within You
Pairing: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky shows a different side of himself when you venture into a corn maze. Word Count: Over 3.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, DUBCON, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public, breeding kink, spooky vibes, established relationship, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Welcome to Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks to @ghotifishreads who suggested soft!dark Bucky with a breeding kink and @tumblin-theworldaway for listening to me (s)cream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @vonalyn ​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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It was your first Autumn with Bucky. The two of you had been dating for less than a year, but you were completely enamored with him. Not only was he doting and smart, but he was a man who made your heart flutter in your chest whenever he looked your way. Even thinking about him sets your heart ablaze. He was the one for you.
“Come on,” you smiled as you took his hand and pulled him toward the pumpkin patch entrance.
The two of you took turns regarding date nights and outings. Today, you chose a pumpkin patch. You told him it wouldn’t feel like Fall if you didn’t go and listed off the fun things to do. There was a hayride, pumpkins and apples to pick, a corn maze, and much more. He obliged since he knew it would make you happy. He even gave you a small smile when you told him the website claimed that the maze was tricky, but you knew he’d find his way out easily.
You stopped and inhaled the cool air, the scent of warm apple cider drifting your way from the stand nearby. The temperature dropped just enough that you were comfortable in a sweater and the sun peeked out through the clouds to greet you. It wasn't overly crowded and it was the perfect weather. Even better because you had the perfect man by your side.
It was going to be a good day.
“Where should we start?” You asked, smiling when a small group of kids headed toward one of the tractors. “Hayride? Pick a pumpkin to carve later?”
“Where do you want to start?” Bucky replied, a small breeze blowing some of his dark brown hair back.
Your answer died in your throat as you gazed at him. His hair was the third thing you noticed about him, long enough that it almost touched his shoulders and soft to the touch. You loved running your fingers through it, whether it was to soothe him and pull it when he was between your thighs. The second thing you took notice of was the massive size of your now boyfriend. Over 6’4” with broad shoulders, a puffed out chest, and thighs made for riding, he intimated most while he excited you.
His cool blue eyes, of course, were the first thing. Gazing into them was like swimming in a private sea, ready to ride a gentle wave or get swept away in a storm depending on his mood. You could handle the entire range of emotions because you were his girl. It was that simple.
“You’re staring, doll,” he smiled, your cheeks warm at being caught. If any other guy called you "doll", it would've sounded silly. It was endearing coming from him.
“Well, I can't help it. You’re gorgeous,” you said.
“You are gorgeous,” he argued, the compliment sending more heat to your cheeks.
“You said that this morning,” you teased. The two of you moved in together recently and you had a hard time getting out of bed some days. Waking up beside him was like a dream, but it was your reality.
“And I'll say it again,” he smiled before a girl stopped in front of the two of you with a tray.
“Hi,” she greeted with an ear-to-ear smile. “Would either of you care for a sample of cider? We have warm and chilled.”
“Ooh,” you smiled, glancing between the cups. You loved apple cider. “I'll take warm, please.”
“Same. Thanks,” Bucky said, selecting cups for each of you. He blew on his before he drank it, a weird look crossing his face as he swallowed. “Is something on the bottom of my cup?”
“Nothing on mine,” you said, glancing at his cup once you tried your cider. “I think it's a sticker. Is it a cauldron?”
“Oh! You got the lucky, special sample!” the girl grinned as you and Bucky shared a confused look. She balanced the tray in one hand as she handed your boyfriend an orange coupon and took the empty cups from you. “Free cider for two. Enjoy!”
“Thanks,” Bucky said before she went to give samples to others.
“Lucky guy,” you smiled, raising an eyebrow as he slowly licked his lips. “You okay?”
He blinked and nodded. “Yeah. Was just warmer than I expected.”
“You didn't burn your tongue, did you?”
“No, but you should massage your tongue with mine anyway,” he half joked.
You smiled and nodded toward the maze. “Why don’t we check that out first?”
“So, you’d rather check out a maze instead of soothing your boyfriend's tongue?”
You giggled as you made your way to the start, grabbing a small sheet of paper. There were different sets of “animal tracks” to find throughout the maze. Anyone who found them all got a prize. “Why check out a maze when I can check you out?” You asked, unable to keep a straight face. “That was cheesy.”
“It wasn’t cheesy,” he said before his smile widened. “It was corny.”
“Oh, my god,” you laughed more. One thing about your boyfriend, he could always bring a smile to your face. “You think you’re so…”
A little boy ran out of the maze with a smile before he lost his footing and pitched forward, his sheet of paper floating to the ground as it flew from his hand. You rushed over to help when he began to cry, carefully helping the poor child sit up. “Ouch,” he sniffled.
“Hey. You okay?” you gently asked, making sure to keep your demeanor calm as you brushed some of the dirt away. You also grabbed his sheet before it could blow away. “Can you tell me where it hurts?”
He wiped his face and pointed to his knee once he rolled up his pant leg. “Right here.”
“Okay. Let’s take a look,” you nodded as Bucky joined you, crouching down on the other side of the boy. He looked worried, too. Minus the small scrape, he looked fine overall. “Poor little guy. Scrapes are no fun. But you know what? You’re a strong little boy.”
“I am?” he asked in a small voice.
“Yeah. Very strong,” Bucky agreed. "My girl wouldn't lie to you."
It was sweet how he spoke of you. “And you found all the animals, so you get a prize,” you smiled, showing him his paper where all of them were shaded. “You’re strong and smart,” you added, which brought a smile to his face, too.
“Timmy!” a woman shouted as she jogged out to the maze. “I told you not to run off. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” he replied, taking your hand so you could get him to his feet. “Hurts, but I’m strong and smart.”
Timmy’s mom bent down to inspect his knee herself before she gave you a relieved smile. “Thank you for helping him. How can I repay you?”
“That's not necessary. We're glad we could help,” you said, making sure he had his sheet. “You enjoy your prize and listen to your mom, okay?”
“Okay,” he nodded, waving as he went with his mom. “Thanks!”
“Cute little guy,” you smiled as Bucky slowly stood up. Your boyfriend had a few expressions that you were used to seeing, but you couldn’t read the current look he gave you. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. “What?”
“Why haven't I knocked you up yet?"
You opened your mouth to say something, a feverish and unexpected heat moving through your body. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard what I said,” he said, his piercing gaze rooting you to the spot. “Just wondering why I haven't."
Though you knew Bucky was the man for you, the topic of kids hadn’t come up much. Partially because you hadn’t been together a year yet. Wouldn’t it be too soon to have a little one running around when you weren’t even engaged? Not that the two of you had to get married to have kids.
Maybe him seeing me comfort Timmy brought it to the front of his mind.
“I don’t know, Bucky. Why haven’t you knocked me up yet?” you teased. You almost shrank under his gaze a moment later when he didn’t laugh or crack a smile.
“Maybe I should. We can go home and get started right now,” he said. There was no hint of a joke in his tone. “This would be a fun place to bring our kids one day. Don't you think?"
“Why don’t we talk about it after the maze?”
He looked hurt for a split second and you almost assured you weren’t blowing him off. You wouldn't do that. It was merely a serious talk for another time. “Sure. After the maze,” he agreed, taking your hand as you made your way back over.
A chill ran down your spine when you walked through the entrance. It was strange. You weren’t afraid, especially since it wasn’t dark outside. So where did the unexpected chill come from?
“You okay?” Bucky asked, his voice a little rougher than usual as his grip tightened on your hand. Did he feel weird being in here, too? “I didn't freak you out, did I?”
“I'm fine and you didn't freak me out. You know you can tell me anything,” you replied, shaking it off the chill as the two of you began to walk through. The maze took up almost a third of the entire place, the stalks high enough that neither of you could see over them. “I think we should find the werewolf tracks first. Because they're one of your favorite animals.”
Before you could turn right down one of the paths, he brought his mouth close to your face. “That and I wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth in and leaving my mark on you.”
The breath rushed out of your lungs when you turned your head and caught the darkness in his eyes. His pupils were larger than normal as he stepped closer, almost backing you into the corn. “Is that right?”
“And you’ll let me,” he said, your heart racing as he leaned in. His kisses stole the breath from your lungs and your eyes slipped shut just before his lips touched yours. “Won’t you?”
“After we find the first set of tracks,” you whispered, pressing your hands to his chest so he’d back away.
He didn’t budge.
“Seriously, doll. Why haven’t I knocked you up yet?”
This again?
“I thought we were going to talk about that after we got out of here,” you reminded him, stepping to the side to go further down the path. “Where is this coming from anyway?”
“Been thinking about it for some time. I just haven’t said so,” he answered as he followed close behind. Was he afraid to say something before because it was too soon? That admitting it would scare you off? “Now that I'm talking about it, I can't stop.”
You were tempted to make a joke that there was something in his special cider sample making him talk. “You're serious about this?”
“You moved in with me. We love each other. I want a life with you. Of course, I'm serious.”
Glancing over your shoulder to find him watching you, you couldn’t help but smile. “I love you, too, Bucky,” you promised before you focused on the path again. You weren’t sure just how far the two of you had walked through. “But something like that is-”
You shrieked when Bucky spun you around by the shoulder, a wild look in his eyes before his mouth met yours in a persistent kiss. Compelling desire moved through you, but it didn’t matter how much you wanted him. The two of you were still in public. There were families around.
This wasn’t the time or place for this.
He broke the kiss before he shoved you almost painfully to your knees. He was never that forceful. “I’ll lose my mind if I’m not inside you.”
“Bucky, what the hell?!” you asked as he moved behind you and dropped to his knees, too. He yanked your pants and underwear down before you could stop him. Did you want to stop him? “We’re in a maze. What if someone catches us?”
He scoffed as he pushed you forward, forcing you to brace yourself with your hands. The cool breeze touched your exposed pussy, sending another chill down your spine. “You think I care if anyone catches us? I need you and they can’t stop me. They'll see that you're mine.”
The corn seemed to move in closer as you heard him unbuckle his belt, as if to give you some privacy. It had to be your mind playing tricks on you. “I'm already yours. Can you just slow down for a second?”
“I’m sorry, doll,” he swore, clamping a heavy hand over your mouth. “I’m tired of waiting.”
Bucky sheathed you in one hard thrust, your cry smothered by his hand. You admitted to him once that he was the largest you’d ever had, which he both loved and hated. While it made him feel good that your ex-boyfriends weren’t as big as him, could never stretch you the way he could, he hated thinking of anyone else being inside you. He liked to remind you that no one else ever would be. And because of his size, he usually took great care in prepping you.
His need must’ve clouded him, the burn from the stretch more intense than usual.
“I’m sorry, doll. I don't know what's come over me. I can’t help myself,” he apologized again as if he sensed your discomfort, your cunt gripping his cock like a vice as you breathed through your nose. “But it’s okay. I’ll make you feel good. Just take me.”
You whined as he nearly pulled out completely and shoved himself back in as deep as he could go. That was your only warning before he set a steady pace, your hands fisting the dirt and your ears ringing as blood surged through your veins. It wasn’t long before your wetness coated his cock, the burn fading to pleasure from the friction. He fucked you before, but it was nothing like this. Bucky was like a man possessed. No, not even a man. More like a wild animal rutting into you, claiming you.
Where anyone could stumble along and find you.
“So soft. So warm,” he groaned, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck. “So fucking good.”
You tried to push yourself higher on your hands and knees for better support, but the force of his thrusts surged you forward. Removing his hand from your mouth, he placed it on the back of your neck as your cheek hit the dirt. The hold gave him leverage to fuck you deeper with your ass in the air. The soil felt cool in contrast to the hot palm against your skin.
“Better keep quiet,” he warned you, even as the angle sparked ecstasy within you. All you could do was bite your lip to try and keep the sounds in as much as possible. “Or do you want someone to catch me breeding you?”
“What?” you gasped, unable to lift your head as a new sensation hit you.
“You heard me,” he growled, draping himself over your back and maintaining his harsh pace as he breathed against your ear. “Gonna breed you. Gonna fucking drown your womb with my seed. ‘Cause you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”
The sweet doting boyfriend you were used to was nowhere to be found as his cock wrecked your cunt. Was there something unexplainable causing him to act this way or had he been holding back? You would question him later. For now, you could only go limp as he fucked you into the dirt with vigor. And it felt good. You couldn't deny it.
“Gonna be so full of me. Fuck, you’ll look so beautiful carrying my baby,” he grunted, barely able to make out his words his thrusts increased in speed and strength. The slap of skin on skin filled the air and you almost had to cover your mouth yourself to stop your mewls. “Your belly round. Your tits nice and full. Might keep you knocked up so you remember who you belong to.”
The image of Bucky with his hand on your belly filled your mind, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure down to your toes. “I can’t take it, Bucky,” you gasped, even as you felt the tug of your building climax ready to snap. “It’s too much.”
With a deceptively soft kiss to your neck, followed by a small nuzzle, Bucky let out a deep moan. “You can take it. You always do ‘cause you’re mine. My good girl,” he rambled on as you whined, the wet slide of your pussy squeezing him tighter as you got closer. “Need to pump you full. Need your cunt to milk every drop from me. You want it. I know it. Come.”
You couldn’t hold on any longer, your fingers curling in the dirt again as you came with a cry. You were overwhelmed by the pure bliss, shocked at just how powerful your orgasm was. He hadn’t teased your clit, yet you gushed around him like he had. The squelching sound blended in with your whimpers as he fucked you through it.
Maybe you liked the idea of him breeding you more than you realized.
“That’s it, doll,” he groaned as he chased his release. “Take it. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
Bucky's rhythm faltered as his cock pulsed, spilling inside you with a growl. He kept his hips flush against yours as he breathed raggedly against your neck, keeping your bodies joined together for as long as he could. He didn’t move until he began to soften, making a whimper spill from your lips when he pulled out of you. His fingers quickly replaced his cock to keep his spend from sliding out of you.
“You okay, doll?” he asked, his voice still a touch of gruff mixed with softness. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“Mmm,” was the only response you could give him.
It was like a switch had gone off as he helped you up, keeping you from collapsing as he got your underwear and pants up. He wiped as much of the dirt away with his hands as he could, softness in his eyes once again. Minus his disheveled hair, he looked fine. Like he hadn't just fucked you in the corn maze.
You two were lucky you hadn't gotten caught.
He hugged you as close as he could while you tried to make sense of his behavior. Whatever raging beast was inside him was satisfied for the time being. But what came over him?
Large hands framed your face as you tried to get your shaking under control. “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” you mumbled.
“I’ll draw us a bath when we get home, okay? Get you cleaned up and make sure you aren't too sore,” he offered with a tender kiss to your lips. “After I throw out your birth control pills. You won’t need those anymore.”
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vampy-doll · 4 months
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Shy!Yandere!Bucky who finally gets the courage to “rehome” you into the basement he worked so hard to prepare for you and when you wake up (after the initial freak out) you start freaking out again bc you realize he didn’t think to take your cat and you’re scared they’ll starve so he goes back for your cat and feels bad he missed that detail in the first place and brings them to the basement so you would be less angry in your “transitional period”.
and he also buys you two matching collars
Anyway should I write this out as a full length one shot👀 should the cat be alpine or just a random cat👀
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straywords · 1 year
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°•☆Peachy Sweet - Masterlist☆•°
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Mob boss! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader
Your delicious treats attract your grumpy boss’ attention.
A/N: I write more of this verse randomly when I feel like it.
CW: oblivious reader, slow burn, grumpy! Bucky, mutual pining, fluff
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So tasteful
Kiss it Better
Look at Me
Pretending
Reader calling Bucky by his name
Tiny ask
Bucky being sick
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highonmarvel · 5 months
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Polaroids
Bucky Barnes: You find out your boyfriend’s into photography. 18+!
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You had dated Bucky for a few weeks now, but you had never been to his place.
“Bucky?” you call as you rap your knuckles against the wood, pressing your ear to the door to hear for his approaching footsteps, but after a few moments, they don’t sound. You try your luck at pushing down on the door handle, to find it’s unlocked.
“Bucky?” you call again, peeping your head into his home. The lights are on, and he said he would be home around this time—he would’ve called you if he changed things—so you guess he’s just busy with something else.
You call his name again as you close the door behind you and take a few steps in. The front door opens right into the living room, where some pictures are scattered on the far wall. You tilt your head at them as you drop your bag, taking slow steps to study the art.
You gasp at what you see; dozens of photos of you, that you have no idea how he got. Polaroids of you leaving work, buying groceries, having lunch, cleaning your home, even sleeping cover the wall in such density you can hardly see the white paint that lies beneath it. Everyday activities you can think of you do unconsciously, he has got to have at least five of them, all on different days.
You take a step back and squeal as your back hits something, but a cold, metal hand is over your mouth before you can scream and an arm is snaked around your waist before you can run. Holding you tight against him, Bucky kisses your temple, and then leans down to press his lips to the shell of your ear.
“You’re captivating,” he says, voice low and words spoken slowly and deliberately, falling as near-whispers to your ears, “But I can’t help but feel like you get a little shy around me, sometimes, and I don’t like that, when you act coy. So I do this,” he moves his hand from your mouth and gestures to his collage in front of you, “So I can learn about you.”
That’s how he knew all those things. Bucky had bought you a stack of novels, four of which you had been eyeing and one of which you hadn’t but had ended up adoring, but you’d never told him the kinds of books you liked, in fact, you couldn’t remember ever discussing reading with him, or ever reading in front of him, not once could you recall even holding a book in his presence. You were drawn to Bucky because he’s a great listener, but how could he know what to look out for if you’d never said it? You brushed it off, guessed that maybe the shows you watched together hinted at your taste in literature, maybe he had seen some books when he had been over to your place, or maybe just the way you spoke about life taught him what you’d look for, but still, four out of five? It seemed way too much to just be organic.
Other ways were more subtle, how he’d know just the right question to ask to get you to continue your story, how he had noted when you walked on the right side of the stairs, you tended to trip because they were slightly uneven (something you had never taken note of despite years of living in your flat), how, whenever you ate ice cream at your place, he knew exactly which spoon to give you, among others, all little things you didn’t think much of—he’s a good listener, that or he just got lucky—but, no, it was too good to be true.
“I’ve seen it all, but the one thing I’ve never seen…”
He holds you tighter still against him as his left hand reaches into his pocket. He raises it back and you hear the skint of a knife as a cold blade floats just a hair away from your throat.
“… is you bleed.”
You take in a sharp breath of air as you clutch his wrists, your right hand circling his hold around your waist and your left grasping at his vibranium hand to try to pull it away, but it doesn’t even seem he feels your efforts, let alone is affected by them.
He presses the tip of the knife against your chin, just enough to make you raise it so he can plant a soft kiss to your neck. He twists the knife and traces the flat of it along your jaw, then down the side of your neck, across your shoulder. He turns the blade to slice through the thin strap of your top, letting the string fall aside. He flips the knife closed and tucks it back into his pocket.
Slowly, he turns you to face him, your terrified gaze meeting his curious blue eyes. He studies you for a moment, then plants a kiss to your forehead and reaches to the coffee table to grab a camera. He takes a few steps back and raises it to his eye, squinting as he points the lens your way. You’re paralysed in the moment, just as you’re frozen in all the photographs behind you.
There’s a flash and a slip slides out of the slot at the front. He pulls it out and holds it between two fingers, shaking it a few times to reveal the picture. He smiles lovingly at it, like adoring the sweetest art, before flipping it to show you. Your petrified stare looks back at you, paralysed in time as you are, a few tears staining your cheeks that you hadn’t even realised had spilt.
He sets the equipment and polaroid aside before taking a step towards you; you take a step back and he stops moving, holding his hands up, palms exposed, to shoulder-level, like trying to appear friendly to a wild animal.
“Calm down,” he coos, taking very slow and small step towards you as you begin to tremble slightly. Despite his careful movements, he’s near right up against you before you realise it. He places his hands on your shoulders and moves to stand behind you, and you can do nothing but let him steer you to an armchair, your body in shock and refusing to respond.
He kneels down in front of you and smiles, brilliant white teeth nearly setting you at ease before he once again pulls out his knife and spreads your legs slightly.
He ghosts the blade over your exposed thigh, never touching, but so close you can feel the coolness radiating onto your increasingly warm skin. You grip the armrests, body growing rigid as you strain to feel for when he’ll cut you. When he does, the knife is so sharp it doesn’t even hurt as he draws a line from the middle of your inner thigh to just before your knee. You watch in horror as crimson drips and runs down to the leather of the chair, running slowly but enough to form a very small pool.
“You know you’re soaked right now,” he murmurs, maybe more to himself to you, and you snap your head away from your blood to him, but he’s focused on your crotch. He slowly turns the knife to run the handle down your slit, and you writhe and whimper at the single motion. Everything you’ve done since you’ve arrived—first your inaction and now your unconscious response to him—proves, your body could never deny him.
“Bucky…” you breathe, his name nearly coming out as a whine, maybe a plea, but for what, you aren’t sure. Bucky, though, doesn’t seem to have that problem.
He leans down and presses a kiss to your bleeding thigh before looking up at you with red lips, “I can help you out, alright?” he promises, dipping his head to leave another kiss as he slowly runs the handle of his knife up and down over your slit, still above your shorts, and you grind against it, needing more, “Just let me take some pictures…”
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nickfowlerrr · 2 years
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pretty when you cry - chapter eight
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series masterlist / chapter nine
*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 04/04/22*
pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)
warnings: 18+ ONLY. mentions of anxiety. noncon/dubcon relationship. dubcon smut. oral (f receiving). pet names. soft!dark bucky. body insecurities. slight overstimulation. if i’m missing anything, please let me know!
words: 4.1k
notes: happy monday! i hope you guys enjoy this chapter- it’s not super long and very little progress is made but i felt the need to split up the smutty bit from the impending mess that will be chapter nine lol. as usual, feedback is always welcome. i appreciate each and every comment and reblog. 🥰💘
This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.
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You sat awkwardly on the couch - your couch. As Bucky sat on the other end, staring at you as you purposely took your seat as far from him as possible.
“It’ll be here in an hour,” he said as he stretched his metal arm across the back of the couch, tempting you in.
You fought the baser desire you had to move in closer to him and mumbled an “okay” while you stared at the screen desperately trying to distract yourself from your current predicament.
“Just gonna stare at the screen pretending to ignore me for another hour?”
“I’ve got nothing better to do,”
“I can certainly think of something we can do to pass the time,” he said, lust dripping off his words. At that, you shot him a deadly glare while he inched closer to you on the couch.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Come on, princess. Why don’t you tell me what you were dreaming about earlier, huh?” You quirked an eyebrow in confusion and thought back to your nap earlier in the day and visibly stiffened as you recalled what kind of dream you were having. And who was in it. And all the things he was doing to you in it. Everything you were shamefully pleading him to do. One look at Bucky’s face and you knew instantly that he was well aware. He got closer and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I listened to your whiny little pleading as you practically humped my leg, pretty girl. Took everything in me to keep my hands to myself when you started moaning my name.”
You blanched and felt sick.. and beyond embarrassed. Bad enough you were having sex dreams about him, that was humiliating and confusing all on it’s own - now made a thousand times worse by him knowing about it and the fact that you were apparently trying to get yourself off on him in your sleep - not that he cared in the slightest. You could feel the shame welling itself inside of you.
“No I didn’t,” you refused to believe him.
“Oh, you did. And I wasn’t gonna bring it up, figured you’d be embarrassed, but you’re acting like you’re disgusted by the idea of it and frankly, that hurts my feelings, sweetheart,” he tried to guilt you, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, earning nothing but a scoff from you as you tried to scoot away from him leaning into you. You ended up inadvertently leaning your back against the arm of the couch as he practically hovered over you.
“It’s been weeks, for both of us, princess. I’m really trying to give you time but I’m only human. And so are you. We both have needs - let’s just take care of each other like we’re supposed to,” he purred in your ear seductively as his flesh hand rubbed up and down your exposed thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut and fought off the soft whimper that threatened to slip from your lips when he trailed his lips down your neck, softly sucking on your sweet spot. You mindlessly leaned your head back further against the arm rest, allowing him more access to you. Somewhere in your mind, you heard a faint voice telling you to get up and get space from him, that this was not a good idea. You couldn’t have sex with him, especially not when you were still trying to figure everything out. This would complicate things even more and you really weren’t sure you could handle it.
“I know that pretty black vibrator in your dresser isn’t making you feel anywhere near as good as I can,” he spoke into your neck. That made you come to your senses as you wracked your brain trying to figure out how he’d have known that. He really had made himself at home here. You wondered briefly how many times he’d been here while you were gone, but figured it didn’t really matter now. He felt you tense under him and you pulled away as much as you could from him.
His metal arm held him above you as he moved to frame the side of your face with his right hand.
“Get off me,” you uttered softly as you looked him in the eye. You weren’t going to repeat yourself. You wanted to see if he would actually listen to you this time. Prove that he meant what he said before, that he wouldn’t do that to you again.
He stared at you for a moment, but ultimately pushed himself up and sat back on his knees as you pushed yourself further up and against the arm rest allowing yourself the room to sit as well. You continued looking at him for a moment in silence, losing yourself in the tumultuous oceans of his eyes as he stared back at you. The tv continued to play but neither or you paid it any mind as you watched each other. The energy between the two of you was charged and you felt yourself wanting to pull him back on top of you. Just to feel him again. He was right across from you but he felt so far away.
You thought maybe he was feeling the same way as he clenched his hands into fists, seeming to be trying to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing you - as if you were going to slip away. You thought about it, but couldn’t seem to bring yourself to move any further from him.
“I can’t have sex with you. Just being around you all day has been stressful enough, I don’t need to make this any more complicated than it already is just because we’re horny.”
“So you admit that you want me.” he smirked wickedly. You shook your head and took a stabilizing breath before repeating yourself.
“I can’t just have sex with you like it’s nothing.”
“Okay,” he relented. “You don’t need to have sex with me,” he began as he extended his hand to grab yours in your lap. “But you’re stressed and anxious. I think you could use a release, princess,” he said as he gently pulled you closer, testing your waters. “I can give that to you, baby. I wanna make you feel better. Just let me. Let me help you,” he whispered against your lips before he kissed you. You could feel yourself melt into him as he kissed you slowly, and deeply. It was sensual and all consuming as he led his lips against yours and you leaned into him while his hands found your waist once more, and yours moved to wrap behind his neck. Any logic you were willing to preserve quickly fading as you were consumed by him - lost to his touch.
He was being so gentle and you shivered when his hands started to run up and down your back, slyly coaxing you closer to him. You couldn’t break out of his orbit if you tried. You couldn’t focus or think clearly at all.
If you could have, you would have stopped this. You were worried about having dinner with him sending the wrong message - well this, this was way worse than dinner. If you had any ounce of dignity left, you would’ve at least tried to push him away. At the very least you shouldn’t have returned the kisses he was lavishing on you.
Instead your hands found their way into his hair as he reclined you back down on the couch, your shoulders and head back on the arm rest while he hovered over you. There wasn’t a single thought running through your head, but your heart was soaring and you had this feeling in your gut that was reveling in how right this felt. If it feels this right, how can it be wrong? What was it you were concerned about before? Why had you felt so confused? Why have you been making everything so difficult? This was simple. There wasn’t anything else to worry about. As long as Bucky was there, you’d be fine. As long as he kept kissing you and touching you like you were someone to be adored and cherished and worshiped at his hands, it’d all be fine. He’d make it all okay. He’d make sure you were okay.
You weren’t sure how these became your thoughts, but somewhere deep inside, you believed it. And there wasn’t any logic fighting you on them right now so you accepted it as the truth.
You let yourself fold.
For now.
Just for now.
He pushed your crop top up your body and pulled you up slightly to get it over your head and arms before he flung it away and returned to running his hands over every bit of you that he could.
“You’re always so goddamn soft,” he admired as he ran his hands down your body, lavashing kisses on your breasts gently nipping and sucking softly before trailing his lips down your torso, placing soft kisses everywhere his lips touched, quiet, airy moans escaping you unbidden as he tickled your sensitive skin with every touch. You gasped as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him at his new position, lower down your body but still holding himself just slightly above you, gently squeezing as he placed intimate kisses from your sternum down to your tummy, pulling your shorts off of you when they got in his way and disposing of them where he had thrown your top. You heard him mumbling soft praises as he took his time admiring you, gentle touches and light squeezes as he continued peppering your skin with kisses.
“Fucking perfect,” he uttered under his breath and you swore you wouldn’t have heard him if you hadn’t been watching his face and saw his lips moving while he rubbed your hips down to your thighs, drinking you in, before he lowered himself even closer to you. He gently pushed your right leg up to hook over the back of the couch and then brought your left leg up to hang over his right shoulder. Your breathing picked up and you suddenly felt nervous. You had never been so exposed and bare like this and you suddenly felt so self conscious. Your legs were always thick and you didn’t have the pretty, smooth inner thighs like those you’d seen on screens. Yours were blemished and scarred and flawed. Your whole body was flawed. You were flawed. Deeply, deeply flawed.
You tried to pull your leg off of Bucky but he gripped your knee before you could slip away and the growl he emitted caused you to freeze, your breathing stilled completely in his grasp as he leveled you with an intensely dark stare. It was possessive and predatory, he looked like he was almost daring you to try and keep him from what he wanted. Daring you to try and deny him now that he had you spread out before him. Like you were his for the taking. You were his for the taking.
He softened almost instantly when he saw you shudder, a hint of fear in your eyes. He tried to soothe you by rubbing your leg, but didn’t receive the response he wanted from you. He removed your leg from his shoulder and crawled in between your still spread legs up to your face. You were breathing heavily and were very aware of your exposed state, completely naked beneath Bucky while he was still fully clothed, his eyes trained on yours while you averted your gaze from him as best you could.
Bucky grabbed your chin with his flesh hand and moved your face so you were looking at him.
“Just relax, baby. I got you. I promise,” he breathed as he leaned down to kiss you once more. “Not gonna let you go,” he whispered against your lips as he parted from the kiss. It was then that you felt his hard cock pressed against your stomach, bulging through his jeans. He groaned lowly when you flinched in shock, inadvertently brushing against it when you moved to push him up off of you. You don’t know why you were so surprised to find that he was aroused. You were expecting some cruel taunt to leave his lips any moment. You were scared he would have something mean to say to you again. Another jab at your expense that would rip at your heart a little more. But he didn’t. He just kept touching you like he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of you. Muttering praise after praise as he felt you up and down.
You still felt too exposed. It was scary and even the sweet praises and soft kisses he was raining down on you didn’t help. You didn’t think as you moved to tug at his shirt. “What? What do you want, princess. Use your words,” he murmured against your neck.
“Take your shirt off,” you breathed. “Please,” you could hear the vulnerability breaking through your voice but didn’t have the strength to care about how embarrassed you should’ve felt. You just needed him to be exposed to you, too. He kissed your cheek before he sat up, kneeling between your open legs, both your feet planted on the cushion under you, knees bent beside him. He stared at you for a moment before he smirked and said, “You’re fucking precious, you know that?” and tugged his shirt over his head.
Immediately leaning back down and catching your lips in a fiery kiss that left you breathless as he made his way down your body once again.
He kissed lower and lower and you shut your eyes as you let the bliss of his touch overtake you again. No thoughts. No worries. No judgments. No shame as your body came alive under him. You were feeling calmer now, skin to skin with Bucky until his soft lips suddenly pulled your sensitive clit into his warm mouth and you couldn’t hold back the gasp and moan that left your lips even if you tried as your eyes flew open at the electric sensation.
“Oh, oh..” was all you could get out as Bucky hummed against you.
He groaned as he began to suck and lick through your embarrassingly wet folds as his hands now held your hips in a near bruising grip. You cried as his tongue plunged into your tight entrance with no warning. He seemingly couldn’t get as deep as he wanted in his current position and pulled away from you only to slide his hands down your thick thighs and picked up your legs bringing them to rest on his shoulders so he could explore you deeper as he pulled your heat closer to his face, clearly enraptured by your dripping sex as he squeezed your thighs in his hands before lowering back to continue devouring your pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your hands thoughtlessly gripped his hair while you moved to grind against his face - whimpers and moans leaving your lips unbidden. Each harsh tug of his brown strands leaving him groaning into you. His touch was different now, more urgent as he grabbed at you. You didn’t notice him grinding and thrusting subconsciously against the couch through the disorienting pleasure he was giving you as you continued writhing against him, both of you searching for the pleasure and release you were after.
His hands returned to your hips to stop your movements and you let out a pathetic whine as he pulled away from you.
“Those pretty whines got me about to burst, sweetheart. Fuck,” he breathed heavily as he tried to contain himself and regaining control of his hips, willing himself to still against you.
“I’m so fucking hard, princess,” he groaned before placing a kiss on your thigh, resting his head against your leg. He looked up to make eye contact with you and continued, “You know how many times I’ve thought about getting you under me again, hearing your sweet voice cry for me?” He said as he moved smoothly and slipped one of his metal fingers into your awaiting hole, curling it just right as you whimpered again at the intrusion. It’d been almost a month since Bucky had fucked you and you obviously hadn’t done anything since. His finger alone was thick and even just the one entering you was tight. He slowly moved it back out and then slid it right back in, watching you with rapture. “Poor baby,” he cooed as you whined, placing another kiss on your thigh. “But you’re okay, sweetheart. You can take it. You’re gonna take it, isn’t that right,” he said in a gravelly tone.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” he said through clenched teeth as he slid another finger inside of you.
You wouldn’t have been able to form a coherent sentence if your life was literally on the line. You were blubbering and whining and pulling at him as he continued fucking you with his fingers. You were on the edge and he could feel it in the way you were gripping him. You let out a shout at a particularly rough thrust of his fingers and his other hand found your clit once again, rubbing in tight circles, working to bring more pleasure to override the sting.
You couldn’t stop the pathetic cry that left you or the tears that started to form in your eyes from the overwhelming sensations he was thrusting onto you. It felt so fucking good and when Bucky saw the tears about to fall from your eyes, he refused to let up. “That’s it, baby. You gonna cry for me, sweetheart? Cry for me. So fucking pretty when you cry. My sweet little crybaby,” he taunted huskily as he peppered kisses on your thighs before removing his hand from your clit and replacing it with his quick tongue. Tears were falling freely now and you let out another cry when Bucky sucked deliciously on your bundle of nerves, keeping perfect time with his thick fingers that never stopped their movement, thrusting in and out and curling perfectly against you, hitting exactly where you needed them to with every motion.
Your fingers were in his hair once again and that made him moan wantonly against you as he played you perfectly. Your thighs started to tremble and your eyes squeezed shut as a beautiful warm burning started to take over your body. All you could do was pull him closer to you and curl your toes, chanting his name over and over again as you came hard on his fingers. “Good girl,” he praised as he worked you through your orgasm and moved to keep sucking at your clit until you cried out, begging him to stop. “I can’t, Bucky, please, please!” you pleaded as you tugged at his hair desperately trying to get him off of you. He relented and eased up on you, placing a kiss on your clit before he sat himself up, rubbing your legs soothingly as you tried to catch your breath before he licked his lips and leaned down over you to whisper in your ear, “I told you I’d take care of you, princess,”
“Here on out, I’ll always take care of you,” he said before moving to kiss your cheek.
“And you taste so fucking good,” he breathed before meeting your lips with his as his hands found your face. You could taste yourself on him. You would die before you admitted it aloud, but it was hot. He was so effortlessly fucking hot.
“Feels like you’re more relaxed already,” he smiled against your lips as his hands traveled down to grab you around your waist, pulling you up against him before securing you in his arms. You were still in your post orgasmic haze and weren’t fully aware what he was doing until he set you down on the side of the tub in your bathroom. He started the water and when it was warm enough, he pulled you up by your hands and helped you step into the shower. “I’d love to join you, but I don’t think we’d have time for round two,” he said as he walked back toward the door, still watching you. “And I’d love to stay and watch, but I have a bit of a situation to deal with over here as it is,” he said as he adjusted himself as best he could through his jeans. “Unless you wanna help me take care of it,” he said while looking at you through lidded eyes, taking in your figure as the water streamed down you and you moved to pull your hair up to avoid the water. You glanced over to him and didn’t have to say a word before he backed up with his hands held up, “I won’t push it, pretty girl,” he said smirking, leaving the door open behind him as he turned to walk to god knows where.
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You stood under the water for a minute before you moved to grab your body wash and rag. You cleaned yourself off and took another five minutes just basking in the warmth of the water. You couldn’t believe how much lighter you felt now. Getting off certainly did help with stress relief. You stepped out of the shower after stopping the water and grabbed your towel off its hook behind the door and wrapped it around yourself. You walked to your room where you expected to find Bucky, but he wasn’t there. You furrowed your brows but continued to your drawer where you grabbed a pair of comfortable undies and a comfy bra, throwing them on your bed before moving to find an oversized sweater or tee shirt to throw on along with a pair of sweats. You were attempting to make yourself as unappealing and inaccessible to Bucky as possible. Your rational mind was coming back to you and she was pissed. She was a bit less stressed but that did nothing to help with the embarrassment. The shame… You were still undressed, mechanically rubbing your body lotion onto your skin when you suddenly felt Bucky’s hands moving over yours, taking over for you while he kissed your bare shoulder. You had no clue where he had come from but didn’t fight him as he rubbed the sweet smelling lotion onto you, massaging everywhere he touched. He started at your upper arms and worked his way down your body, being sure to moisturize every inch of your skin as he went before coming back up behind you. His hands massaging your shoulders and neck as your eyes were closed and you leaned your head back against him without thinking. “I see how you’re always so soft all the time. That scent is fucking intoxicating,” he spoke with his lips brushing against your temple. You felt yourself getting lost in him again. And you were more than willing to slip away to thoughtless land if it meant you could just feel this good. Because you felt so good. Because Bucky felt so good. It all felt right. Or as right as it could feel given the circumstances. What were those circumstances again?… All you could focus on now was the feeling of Bucky’s strong hands rubbing out the tension you were storing in your upper back, using the perfect amount of pressure as you felt yourself falling back into him, his bare chest up against your bare back and his hands moved from massaging you to now holding your waist as you leaned against him. His hands slowly starting to move up and down your torso all over again, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Some part of your brain was yelling again, but you couldn’t make out what exactly it was saying as Bucky started kissing your neck and he continued to hold your nude body against him, his hands traveling now to squeeze your breasts in them. You murmured softly at the sensation.
And then a knock sounded at the front door and reality came crashing back down around you.
You gasped at yourself, blanching as you were abruptly brought back to earth. Bucky huffed annoyedly against you, “I’ll get it.” And then he was gone.
And you were suddenly filled with the shame that had hidden itself away while you let Bucky finger fuck you on your couch. It was back in full force. Because what the fuck was wrong with you. But you didn’t just stop at that, did you. No, then you let him touch you again. And here you were, still naked and exposed to him. For him.
You rushed to your bed and quickly put on all the articles of clothing you had thrown on your bed. Maybe the extra layers could serve as an emotional barrier as much as a physical one against Bucky. You could certainly use the extra defenses, because yours were well and truly crumbling.
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timidpumpkin · 1 year
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Can you do a stucky little reader? She wakes up sick ( flu symptoms) and they take care of her. Angst and fluff with cute nicknames. 🥺🥺❤️❤️
You had me at angst…and fluff…and cute nicknames…okay you had me at the whole thing🙈🙈💞💞heheh i hope you like it!! I set it in little light universe🫶🫶❤️💙❤️💙
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More Than Anything (Stucky x reader)
Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader
Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, Implied forced age regression, Sick reader, Meanie bucky, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames.
Word count: 4.2k
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It hurts.
“Mornin’ Doll,” Bucky says after flipping your lights on. The illumination now burning your vision makes you pull the covers over your head as you flip over, hiding from the bright room. You hear him making his way to your bedside. The mattress beneath dips you sideways a bit as he sits beside your dormant form. 
“Come on now, time to get up.” he pulls lightly at the duvet covering you. He can tell you’re gripping it with all you can. Though he could easily unveil you, he decides against it, knowing that ripping the blanket from your delicately curled-up fingers might hurt them. Instead, he leans his body over yours, one hand placed on the other side of your hip as he hovers above you. He dips his head close to where yours is concealed by the warm blanket. “Don’t make me carry you down there,” he whispers teasingly, figuring it’s likely what you’re hoping for. 
Instead, you only groan in response, mumbling something about getting a little more sleep. It wasn’t an uncommon request from you, and Bucky knew how much babies needed their sleep. Usually, he would let it slide, loving how adorable you look in dreamland, but he can’t. Not this time. 
It was almost noon. He peers around your room. It’s not the cleanest, but it looks pristine compared to the current state of your playroom. He had asked you yesterday to clean it, noticing the myriad of toys and their respective accessories scattered across the carpeted floor.
You, preoccupied with dressing your doll so she could ‘go on vacation,’ promised him you’d do it after dinner. Bucky apprehensively agreed, and even let you fall through on your assigned chore after you quickly fell asleep on the couch, much before your usual bedtime. Figuring you played your little heart out, he carried you upstairs and told himself to remind you in the morning.
Having already slept almost twelve hours, he knows if he lets your slumber last any longer, you’ll never sleep tonight. He sighs.
“I know you want more babygirl, but Dada already made breakfast and lunch. You need to come eat,” he waits a few moments for you to respond, but you don’t let out a sound or groan. “I'm serious, Doll, time to get up,” he states, standing up, hoping it’ll prompt you to follow. You peel your sheets back to look at him.
“Daddy…” you whine, unsure of what you're asking for. All you knew is that it hurt. Everything. It wasn’t just that the lights were too bright. It wasn't just that you were sleepy. Your whole body felt…bad. Just bad. You couldn’t exactly explain it, but you did know that moving didn’t seem like it would help. 
Bucky only looks at you, unsatisfied. You try sitting up, which you find is more difficult than it should have been. Once you’re upright, you feel pressure in your head. Your cheeks and forehead feel as if there's unwanted gunk smooshed inside. It makes you want to lie back down immediately. 
“m’ tired daddy,” you say groggily. 
“That’s ‘cause you slept so much,” Bucky knew messing with your established sleep pattern too much would likely make you feel more cranky than it seemed you already were. So, as much as he knew you didn’t want to, he believed it would be for the best to make you get up.
As you start to get out of bed, it feels as though the air is made of thick jello with every movement you make.
“Daddyyy…ughhhh” you groan unhappily at him, and kick at your sheets frustrated that you’re being forced to move.
Bucky’s eyes narrow at your agitated action, never liking that kind of behavior from you.
“Don’t be that way, Doll. it’s too early for that,” he warns.
“Mmm,” you groan again. “noo, don’t wanna, wanna sleep!” you say crankily, flopping back down on the bed again with your arms crossed to prove your point. That point being: you. did. not. want. to. move.
Bucky rolls his eyes, and takes a deep breath, debating internally on how to approach your grouchiness. He decides, only since it’s so early—for you—that he’ll go easy on you, hoping this attitude will fade as you wake up. 
“No more sleep, but,” he leans down closer to you, “if you promise to be a good girl all day, Daddy will carry you down there.” he offers as a compromise.
Truthfully, you’d still rather lay in bed, but you knew you had to do what Daddy asked. More so, you didn’t want him to be upset with you, so you nod your head in agreement. 
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Okay daddy, what?” he questions.
“I-i’ll be good,” you say, having a hard time remembering what he asked. He slides his hands under you and begins to pick you up. Once you’re in his hold, you quickly let your head fall to his shoulder, wishing you could now sleep there instead.
“And you’ll eat your breakfast this morning?” he asks into your heavy head. You nod into his neck and mumble a ‘yes daddy’ assentingly.
Once he places you in your chair downstairs, Steve greets you with a bright smile, and a kiss to your forehead after setting down your food. When he does, he notices how hot your skin feels against his.
“You feel warm angel, you feel okay, babygirl?” he asks, gently checking the temperature of your cheeks with the back of his hand.  
“Oh, she just got up, she’s probably still warm from sleep,” Bucky answers before you get the chance to speak. “Somebody really didn’t want to get up this morning,” he pokes. 
“Ohh,” Steve coos, “you still sleepy, babygirl?” he asks. You shake your head weakly, eyes drifting closed. You think about telling him how bad you feel, but you don’t really have the energy to try to explain it.
Instead, you decide to focus on eating, hoping the sooner you finish, the quicker you can return to resting. However, the very first swallow of your otherwise pleasant meal scratches at your throat. You still try to get some down, thinking the pain will go away if you keep trying. When it becomes evident that won't be the case, you poke at your plate and begin to speak up.
“Daddy, m’done,” you push your plate away, “my thro-” 
“Uh-uh, a few more bites,” Bucky pushes the plate back in front of you, knowing you’ll never feel more awake with an empty stomach. “And after you finish, you can go clean your playroom,” You look at him puzzled.
“But-”
“No buts. I already asked you to do it yesterday,” he explains, not looking up from whatever he happened to be reading at the table with you. Your face twists in confusion for a few moments before you remember how tired you felt last night. Truthfully, the fatigue was all your body could focus on, making you completely forget about the room.
“But daddy-”
“What did I just say?” he looks up at you.
“I’m tired!” you snap at him, voice raised high and whiney as you bemoan at him. You cross your arms and huff grumpily back into the chair.
“I don’t care if you’re tired. Do what Daddy says, or you can say goodbye to your playroom for the next week” he threatens. Not wanting to get out of bed was one thing, but directly disobeying him with that attitude was another. 
Still, you only groan angrily in response, not feeling like you could do anything right now. 
“Ugh!” you flop your head down on the table dramatically, hiding between your arms. Bucky lets your stew there for a moment before speaking up.
“Are you gonna finish eating or not?” He asks eventually, eerily calm. You remain silent, unsure of what to say. “Fine, you can go clean your room now,” You look up to him at that, suddenly confused and disoriented. Surely your daddy should know how bad you feel. 
“But Daddy! I don't wanna now! I don't feel g-”
“Did I ask if you wanted to? I don’t care if you don't feel like it. Now. Or no playroom for a month.” your jaw drops, your muddled brain beyond baffled on why he’s being so harsh. Still, you know he means it. It wasn’t outside his usual punishment by any means. You almost think you should consider yourself lucky he hasn’t bent you over his knee already with how you’re fighting him.
Feeling defeated, you drag your body out of your chair. Before you can go, he grabs your arm with a warning.
“and quit with the attitude.” 
“Yes, Daddy” you squeak lamentably, noticing how your throat hurts as you speak.
You drag your feet upstairs, physically resisting your legs from stomping as you go. Anger and confusion mix together in you as you think about what he said. You didn’t want to be grounded from your playroom. So many of your favorite things were in there. And, again, more importantly, you didn't want to make daddy upset with you. You never liked it when he was. You always tried so hard to be a good girl for them. But right now, it was so hard. In actuality, what you wanted more than anything was for him to cuddle with you. You felt Daddy and Dada could always make you feel better. No matter what, you were convinced your Daddies loving embrace could cure you from any ailment. 
Maybe, you think, if you just cleaned your room like a good girl, you could ask to cuddle with him after. 
You try your hardest to ignore the pain that ignites at every move you make, but truthfully, you're already abnormally out of breath just from your quick walk up the stairs. The room feels uncomfortably chilly against your skin. 
After you get a small portion of the floor cleared, you decide to take a little break. You practically collapse beneath yourself, curling underneath the cozy play tent filled with askew fluffy pillows and dismayed blankets. You shut your eyes and tell yourself you’ll only rest for a few minutes…
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“Angel?” Steve's voice echoes back at him from the loft balcony where you should easily be able to pick up his voice. He can’t hear you moving around. “Are you sure she’s in there?” he asks Bucky.
“She better. It’s where I told her to be.” he retorts disdainfully, hoping you're not again disobeying him by being somewhere else. 
Steve stills himself, and listens closely, he can tell you’re there, but your breathing doesn’t sound normal. 
Concerned, he makes his way upstairs. Bucky follows, recognizing Steve’s ‘something’s wrong’ face. 
Steve panics for a brief moment when he enters the empty but disarrayed room. Then he spots you. Your delicate form hidden amongst haphazardly arranged fabrics. He approaches you slowly, not wanting to startle you. 
He kneels down, overshadowing you as he gently caresses your cheek to wake you. 
“Babygirl?” he calls softly. Puffs of hot air escape your mouth. Labored breathing is all he can hear. All they can both hear. 
“Babygirl,” he calls again, shaking you slightly. To his relief, your eyes slowly open. They look sunken, tired, and devoid of their usual playful sparkle. 
“Dada…?” you question quietly. “m’cold” your murmur softly, eyes begging to be closed again. 
You’re not cold though. Not to Steve. You feel a million degrees too hot under his touch. 
“Babygirl…” he says for the third time, this time preparing to move you. “Dada’s gonna pick you up okay?” he explains, remaining calm so as to not worry you. “We're gonna go downstairs,” you feel limp in his arms, no different than if you were deep in sleep. But you are certainly awake, even if barely. He mumbles something to Bucky you don't make out, but his tone alone tells you he’s not happy.
Once you’re downstairs, he sets you on the kitchen counter. You don’t let go of him though, your body weight is leaned almost fully onto his.
“Can you sit up for me, babygirl?” he asks encouragingly, but gently. “Daddy and I are gonna check you out okay?” you groan a bit, still just feeling tired. 
“Here,” Bucky speaks up softly, snaking his arms around you, and taking Steve’s place in front of you. As you’re shifted from one body’s hold to another, it wakens you a bit. You almost go back to leaning fully onto his chest when you realize who’s holding you.
“Daddy?” you shift back a little to look up at him. One hand of his is resting at your hip, the other helping support the rest of your body.
“Hey, babydoll…” he says softly, voice drifting, and stomach sinking as he sees how sick you look.
He almost wishes he could somehow shut his hearing out. Your heartbeat is quicker than usual. He knew it better than his own. How it sounded while you slept, when you’d play, how it picks up when you laugh, giggling for breath and telling him ‘daddy, stop it tickles’ with the brightest grin lighting up your face. Now…now he can’t stand it. It’s thumping too fast. Faster than it should be for when his little girl hasn’t moved an inch herself. 
Why didn’t he notice it before? He thinks back to how heavily you held onto him when he carried you this morning. How quickly he was to interrupt you. He realizes you probably tried to tell him. And he didn’t listen. Even worse, he made you clean. Guilt seeps deep into his guts as he remembers how funny your voice sounded today. 
“Daddy,” you break him from his thoughts, he sees tears beginning to form in your doleful eyes. “Daddy m’sorry,” you breathe in sharply, beginning to cry “m’sorry didn't f-finish-i just-i gots so tireds daddy I’m-I'm sorry,” you sob pathetically, knowing you’ve disappointed him. 
Bucky’s face falls. 
All you had to do was one simple thing, and you couldn't even do that right. You weren’t being a good girl by disobeying him like that. Even if you felt bad, you feel you should have tried harder.
“Doll, no-” you cry sorries to him more, your own hands reaching to cover your shameful face. He catches them before you do, gently taking them into his and guiding them around his neck for you so you can be more level with his gaze. “Babydoll, look at daddy,” He pulls you, hands drawing you closer so he’s flush with you in between your legs. Needing to feel your skin, his right hand tenderly guides your face to look at him. “I’m not upset with you. Daddy’s not upset with you,” he reassures, silently pleading for you not to cry. 
“But-but-I didn’t cleans-I-I just-I-I not good girl,” you sob miserably at the admission, never wanting to be bad for him.
“My little girl, my sweet girl, no, please no” he assures, hating how skewed shut your eyes are. “That’s not true, Doll, it’s just not. Daddy…” he carefully wipes at the wet tears on your cheek, “Daddy should have known.” he admits shamefully. You finally blink your eyes open at him, a timidly unsure expression written on your face. “I should have known. You...you tried to tell daddy huh?” he takes one of your hands and gives it soft kisses. 
“N-n’your not mad at me?” you sniffle as your cries begin to slow down.
“No, Doll, never.” he couldn’t be, never for something like this. His mouth opens again, he wants to tell you how sorry he is. He’s the one who should be, but he only finds his own tongue twisted, unsure of how to fully express his remorse. Before he has time to puzzle the words together, Steve interrupts, thermometer in hand.
“Open wide, babygirl,” you do as he says. “tongue up,” he mimics the motion for you. The cold metal feels uncomfortable in your mouth. They must know this as Bucky squeezes your hand soothingly, and Steve tells you ‘just a little longer’ with a sympathetic gaze as he holds your jaw with the hand that’s not keeping the thermometer in place. 
When it beeps, Steve removes it and frowns when he reads the displayed numbers. 
“Can you tell us what hurts, princess?” Steve asks. You point your hand towards your neck. “Your throat?” he confirms, and you nod your head. “What else babygirl?” you then squeeze your eyes together, remembering how squished your brain feels.
“Head,” you mumble quietly, before crossing and rubbing your arms together in discomfort. “Everything.”
“Your body hurts? Feels sore?” He asks. You nod your head weakly at him, closing your eyes and wishing you could be laying down right now. Even just sitting somewhat upright felt hard at the moment. 
“Okay babygirl, why don’t you let Daddy take you to the bedroom,” Steve suggests. “I’ll be there in just a minute.” he smiles at you comfortingly, before placing a kiss on your forehead with his hand cradling the back of your head. 
“m’I sick?” you ask Bucky as he carries you to their room.
“Yeah, but it’s okay, Dada and I will help you feel better,” he carefully sets you on their large bed. 
It's soft. Yours is soft too, but Daddies always felt so much softer for some reason. Maybe it’s because you got to sleep next to your favorite people. He arranges the pillows and blankets around you to make you more comfortable, then slides next to you. You rest your head on his chest, almost instantly falling asleep again. 
Some time passes, particularly how much time is beyond you. All you knew in this moment, is how comfy Daddy felt.
After some time, Steve’s voice brings you back to reality. He instructs you to sit more upright so he can give you medicine. 
The odd color liquid he brings toward you makes you cringe. You can tell just from looks how bitter and unpleasant it will taste. You recoil into bucky, small hands gripping at the buttons of his shirt as you whine.
“Daddyyy…” you tug on Bucky's shirt more, trying to force your head into his flannel to hide from Steve and his icky medicine, practically begging Bucky to not make Steve give it to you.
“Doll,” Bucky chuckles a bit at your attempt to hide inside his outer shirt. He still holds you close, hands supporting you on your bottom as you have now completely crawled on top of him.
“Angel…you know I can still see you…right?” Steve teases.
“No you can’ts…m’not here” you proclaim, muffled into Bucky’s chest.
“The sooner you take it, the sooner it will be over, come on princess.” Steve encourages. You’re still not convinced and instead mumble out one word: ‘pill.’
For a second, Steve isn’t sure if he understood you correctly before his lips tighten with a displeased look on his face. 
You’ve had this conversation before. He thought surely by now you understood it, but he figured since you’re sick, it might be hard for your little head to remember. 
“Sweet girl, babies can’t take pills, you know that.” Steve explains patiently. You did know that. It was early on when Steve refused to let you take any medication you needed through a pill. It didn't matter what you needed, he was always able to find a way to get a liquid version of it from Uncle Bruce. Or, as you like to think, a much yuckier version of it. 
Still, you groan in disagreement, not wanting to taste something that bad, let alone when your throat hurt as much as it did. 
“Doll,” Bucky speaks up. “I know you don’t want to, but it’ll make you feel so much better.”
You shake your head against his chest, disagreeing with both of your daddies now. 
“it’s yucky dough daddy,” you whine.
“I know it’s yucky, babydoll,” Bucky pats at your back comfortingly while he thinks. He knows how hard this is for you, especially when you feel so bad. “Hey,” he peels you back from him a bit, unburying you from his shirt as he has an idea. “Look,”  he instructs, “Here,” he takes the small cap of medicine from Steve’s hands and–to your horror–throws it back in his mouth. You look at him in horror as the icky liquid disappears from the cap into Bucky's mouth. You stare at him wildly. 
Daddy’s crazy, you think.
“There. See? Daddy took it. It’s not so bad.” Bucky says nonchalantly in an attempt to convenience you. He hands the empty cap back to Steve so he can refill it. Steve shares your look of bewilderment, before you can't help but break out a smile at his action.  
“Daddy,” you giggle at him.
“What?” He fakes surprise. “Daddy took it, so you can too.” he assures happily, taking the now filled-again cap from Steve. Still, you recoil from it a bit. 
“Yeah…” you look between him and the medicine suspiciously. “but daddy also drinks other yucky stuffs,” you defend, referring to the strong-smelling caramel-colored stuff he likes to drink sometimes. Daddy never lets you have that. 
Bucky chuckles a bit when he realizes what you meant. 
“Okay, true…and little baby definitely can’t have that stuff…” he says pointedly. “but this,” he gestures the cap towards you. “you have to take.” You look between him and Steve warily. 
“Please angel, I know you can do it. Do it for Daddy and Dada princess,” Steve encourages. You agree this time, mentally pepping yourself up and telling yourself if daddy could do it, so could you. 
You scrunch your eyes closed as Bucky brings it closer to your lips. You feel Steve’s hands reach down to hold your face. One hand holding your jaw up firmly, with the other around the back of your head. This way, you aren't able to move should you change your mind. Steve knew you’d be a good girl and take it, but he always had to be sure just in case–not unlike what has happened before–you decide to spit it out.
When it hits your tongue, it’s just as yucky as you had imagined. Maybe even worse. Instinctively, your face contorts in displeasure as you squirm around from the gross sensation. 
Steve and Bucky hold you firmly in place the whole time and instruct you to swallow. 
Once you do, Steve asks you to open your mouth for him, just to make sure you really swallowed it all.
“Good girl, my brave little girl. I knew you could do it.” Steve praises you. “Dada’s so proud of you.” he beams at you, making you smile. 
“Daddy proud too?” you ask shyly to Bucky.
“Super proud doll. The proudest of them all.” he winks at you, making you giggle a little bit, but it tickles your throat, causing you to start having a coughing fit. 
Bucky brings a sippy on their nightstand to your lips and lets you drink some cold water. It helps calm your throat. 
Steve asks if there’s anything else you want right now. You ask for some juice in your favorite sippy, and he lets you know he’ll bring it after he’s done making some soup for you.
Bucky gets out of the bed, making you confused. You promptly grab at his hands. 
“Where going?” you look up to him, eyes big and sad. 
“I was just gonna go help Dada, why don’t you get some rest, Doll?” He says, knowing it’s what you need most right now. To his surprise though, you don’t let go.
“Nooo,” you say, tugging feebly at his hands. “Stay…wanna…can…cuddle daddy?” you ask bashfully, suddenly feeling shy. 
Bucky’s eyes turn soft. Soft. Just like his little girl. Soft. Like how your voice always sounded. Soft. Something, an emotion, a feeling, a sensation, that only you made him experience. 
Even after he made you clean your playroom, even after he snapped at you and didn’t listen, you still asked in your softest voice, doleful eyes, and small grabby hands if he would cuddle with you. Sometimes–he’s not sure what he did to deserve you. 
“Of course, princess,” he climbs back into the bed with you and you grin happily as you curl yourself around him just like before. He suggests again that you to get some rest, but that too comes with protest. 
“Wanna watch ‘toons wif Daddy…can we’s?” you ask. Bucky smiles to himself and kisses your head. Even though he knows you’ll likely fall fast asleep no more than five minutes into it, there’s nothing more he’d like more than watch shows with his little girl
He turns on your favorite show and makes sure you’re perfectly comfortable, tucked around him and under blankets. 
“Doll?” he whispers softly after a few minutes. To his surprise, you’re still awake. You mumble a questioning ‘hmm?’ he takes a few seconds to respond, trying to gather the words correctly for you. He breathes in. 
“I’m sorry Daddy didn’t listen earlier,” he admits, lips ghosting the top of your head, before placing a kiss there. “I should have listened.”
“It’s okies Daddy,” you hum sleepily into his chest. It wasn’t okay. He knew that. But you—you and your never-ending soft and kind heart—forgave him. And that’s all that mattered to him. He truly was more than lucky to have a little girl like you.
“I love you Daddy,” you squeeze him softly, voice quiet. And even though he can’t see you, he knows you're smiling when you say it. 
“I love you, Doll.” more than anything.
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WELCOME TO SHIELD! [PROLOGUE]
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PROLOGUE
Pairing: Soft Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1698
Warnings: Soft Dark!Bucky Barnes, Manipulation, Dark Themes, Swearing, ...
Disclaimer: This WILL have grammatical errors. No, I cannot fix it. I don't possess the intellectual ability to do it myself.
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“He gave us this record for a reason, doll. Do you think Steve would have wanted us to leave this beauty on the shelf forever? I think you’ve forgotten that I’ve known Stevie since before SHIELD. That punk wouldn’t just get us something. He’s sentimental.” Your husband tells you, his attention was completely on the record player he was fiddling with.
With him completely absorbed into getting the player to work properly, your eyes were permitted the freedom of lovingly gazing at your husband as sweat beads down his forehead while he kept doing who knows what. 
Comfortably nestled in the couch, you eyed your husband. You were oddly drawn by the scene unraveling before you. His devotion was set deep into repairing the faulty record player on the shelf.
The record player was high enough to be visibly displayed, but somehow low enough to be repurposed anytime. It didn’t really matter to you what it did. 
You rarely used it for the sole purpose it was created. Hence your husband currently tweaking the turntable that had broken over time.
When he took it down from the shelf, you had already forgotten that you even owned it in the first place.
“Well, I’m sure Steve wouldn’t mind us cranking the radio just this once.”
"Now where’s the fun in that, doll?" Your persistent husband quips, wagging the tone arm at you "’Sides, you're getting too dependent on technology, sweetheart."
“I didn’t realize you were so against technology. You should try it, you old man. It’s very convenient.” 
You see him roll his eyes at that. He pays no attention to your remark and continues working on the task at hand.
“You’ve been at it for almost half an hour, James. We’ve had this thing for what? A year? Two years? Since we moved to SHIELD? That thing’s a lost cause. Come sit here with me instead.”
You try to lure him in by lowering your voice in the end to come out sultrier. In the way you know works most of the time.
“Whacha tryin’ to get at here, doll?” He blows a strand of his hair away from his face as he reattaches the arm, “See, I’ve almost got it working. Just give me a second.”
It was well into the night. The sky out was darker than the suit jacket he had worn earlier that night. There you were, sitting on your couch next to the discarded clothing article, one leg crossed over the other, with a glass of one of your finer wines in your right hand.
An amused expression crossed your face as you looked at him.
He turns toward you just quickly enough for him to catch it. Before turning his attention back to the worn phonograph, he flashes you a smug grin and a wink.
Even as you rolled your eyes at him, you somehow still felt the flutter of the butterflies inside your stomach.
The two of you had just returned from the lovely dinner that had been hosted by your mutual neighbors, Steve and Peggy Rogers. They lived merely a few houses away from your and Bucky’s house.
You and your husband, James Barnes, had just moved into SHIELD. It turns out Steve Rogers, one of the most respected people who lived here, was his childhood best friend. He had insisted on throwing a whole bash for the two of you.
Though it turns out your husband and Steve were attached at the hip, you and the Mrs. were not. 
The entire week, the two of you really did make an honest effort to form a connection over anything and everything that you could. Finding shared interests, hobbies, anything. However no matter how hard you tried, there really was nothing to bind a connection between you to Peggy. You had tried it all, but it just wouldn’t give.
It just seemed as though the two of you had come from two entirely different universes.
She wasn’t rude, or gossip like the majority of your neighbors. Far from it, in all honesty. 
She had been so infuriatingly poise the entire night. She had this air of sophistication and She impressed everybody with her refined British etiquette that she had brought to America. She sheds off elegance as if it was just second skin to her.
But the moment she enters the room, it suddenly becomes hers. She owns the room with no question.
Though you detested that you knew her for always babbling on about salad forks and soup spoons, her presence carried an intimidation compelling enough for you to know not to cross her.
Peggy carried herself with her chin held up high, and her stride even higher.
She was just such a dynamo and you just couldn’t keep up no matter how hard you tried.
But at the very least, Peggy was willing to act as though you were friends with her, and you were also open to playing along with the charade. For the sake of your husbands.
Thus, started the agreement when you had wandered off their house on your own, giving her the right to corner you on their spacious balcony.
When you and your husband arrived home together, you both realized that the night was just getting started, and you knew that there was no way that you could let such a lovely evening go to waste. So there you two were.
“I think it’d be better if I just showed you. What do you think?” He successfully managed to get the record to sing. Well, if anyone would be able to do it, it would most definitely be your James.
The unfamiliar jazz tune fills the fashionable silence. It’s been a long, long time by Harry James has started playing through the air.
He leans up from the player and turns to you. Eyes on you, flashes you that same bright smile he had given you when you had first met. The familiar feel of nostalgia wavers in the air.
He pulls himself away from the player and redirects his focus to you. He fixes his eyes on you and smiles at you with the same warm smile he wore when your eyes first met. The hint of nostalgia wavering in the air doesn’t go unnoticed.
He reached out his hand for you and only you to take. “Humor me a bit and dance with me?” His hand is mid-air waiting to capture the soft of your palms in it.
You feel yourself bite your lip to keep yourself from grinning. 
The all too familiar feeling of new romance washes over you. The chardonnay might be to blame, but you knew being with James was just where you belonged.
Everything about being in his presence felt fresh and exciting, wild and liberating. Every day was a new beginning and the thought of the end was out of sight.
He made you feel important. Wanted, in moments like these.
“Well,” You cleared your throat. You take another sip of your wine before gently putting it down on top of the wooden accent table you loved. “How could I ever say no to those gorgeous blue eyes of yours?”
You got to your feet and inched your way closer to him. Coming up towards him with soft, slow strides. Teasing him with each click of your heels on the wooden floor.
You bring yourself to a still right in front of him. You can just about hear the hitch in his breath. You feel your ability to breathe gradually waning.
You retained your calm composure, though.
Your right palm had made its way onto the flesh of his own hand. His hand closed around yours, keeping it safe inside his own.
You look up at him and you see his ocean blue eyes giving you that same look of adoration he always did. The love he had for you was incredulous, and he was gonna let everyone know all about it. Starting with you, of course.
You both begin to sway, with him leading you to the rhythm of the song as it plays behind you.
“How are you liking it so far, doll?”
“Liking what so far?” 
“This. Our new life.”
“Our new life. I like the sound of that.” You didn’t think the smile on your face could grow wider than it already was.
 You answer him, “This house is absolutely stunning! I love everything about it. I love you. The neighbors are amazing too. I met this girl, Nat. Do you also know her?”
“Yeah, I know Natalia.” He recalls the fiery redhead you were going to live nearby, starting from this point forward.
“Are you sure? She said her name was Natasha.”
He dips you and says, "That's what I meant to say.” He raises you back up, you giggle it off.
“Just so distracted by those beautiful eyes of yours.”
And with that, he spins you around tenderly in the warmth of the dim light illuminating your living room.
Swaying once more, You flutter your eyes at him while mischievously sneaking your left hand up to his necktie. Accompanied by the desire to let it come undone.
“May I kiss you, Mr. Barnes?” 
If he thought that he couldn’t breathe earlier, he definitely couldn't now. The look you gave him was the murderous cherry on top.
“How could I ever say no to those beautiful eyes of yours, Mrs. Barnes?” He teased with the break of a grin on his face.
That was all it took for you to pull him in and capture those beautiful lips of his with your own.
“You better get used to this, because this is how it’s gonna be for the rest of our lives. Starting right now.” He tells you, pulling yourself closer to his chest.
“Is that so?”
As he hums, you can feel deep vibrations of his chest against you, “Mhm.”
He drags his fingertips to your chin and tilts your face upward upward to stare directly at gim him. He breaks out in a perfect smile, showcasing his pearly white teeth that you swear was glinting, before saying.
"Welcome to SHIELD."
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CHAPTER 1
A/N: i'm so excited to finally post the first parts of my first ever fic on tumblr (and on ao3)! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it. i do know that the words do get slightly repetitive, and i am working on improving on my writing so please bear with me.
please feel free to leave any comments or criticism. and thank you, thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read this. ilysm <3
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