#the winter soldier and reader
Seeing Red // Bucky Barnes
This is a repost because I’m testing a theory on whether Tumblr is hiding my smut or not lol. This isn’t very good but I tried. Anyway, here you go. And I’m tagging @sidepartskinnyjeans in this because it reminded me of the Bucky x Reader date in her fic (which you should definitely go read because I said so.)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2177
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it.) Fingering. Car sex oops. Slight exhibitionism kind of? Swearing. Implied cockwarming.
Summary: Reader and Bucky go on a date. Reader has a little problem. There’s a change of plans, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down...
“Wanda-fucking-Maximoff, where is my leather jacket?” You yelled, voice echoing through the apartment. At first, there was silence, until you heard a giggle emanating from your best friend's (and roommates) bedroom.
“Definitely not hanging in my closet.”
Rolling your eyes, you opened Wanda’s door and rifled through her closet until you found what you were looking for. Running your hand over the smooth, black leather, you slid the jacket on and untucked your hair from the collar with a swipe of your hand.
“Does this work?” You asked, gesturing to your outfit as you turned to your friend.
“If I’m being honest with you, Y/N, you need a more daring dress. Something tight-fitting, maybe with a plunging neckline. A shirt and jeans isn’t going to cut it if you want Bucky to fuck you tonight.”
“Oh my— Wanda! We’ve had sex before! Besides, that is not what this is about!”
“It should be.” Wanda disappeared into the closet you’d just left and came back a moment later with a dress, if it could be called that. A scrap of deep scarlet silk with slits up the sides and plunging neckline (as promised) stared back at you from the coathanger. And though it’s not something you’d usually wear, you knew that it would drive Bucky absolutely insane. So, with a cheeky grin, you took it and practically skipped back to your own room to put it on.
Pulling it up over the curve of your ass and looping the straps over your shoulders, you turned to the mirror on the wall. It was then that you realised you had a problem. Because of how tight the dress was, the lines of your panties and the outline of your bra showed through the silk, plain as day.
“Wanda!” I called out, but before I could say anything else, Wanda poked her head into my room.
“If you’re going to complain about being able to see your underwear through the dress, don’t start. Just take them off.”
“Trust me, you’re not supposed to wear anything underneath.”
An hour later, wearing absolutely nothing under a questionably reliable dress, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Bucky’s car as you sped through the city traffic. The rumbling of the engine was getting to you and, much to your embarrassment, it was turning you on. Well, that and Bucky looking purely sinful in a black button-up that clung to the muscles in his arms. And the fact that veins in his hand rippled every time he shifted gears. And to make things worse, you could feel a dampness beginning to form between your legs. Pressing your thighs together to provide both some kind of friction and protection against marking the dress, you stayed quiet and tried to think about something else. Anything that wouldn’t turn you on further.
“You okay, doll?” Bucky asked, noticing your silence and the way you kept shifting in the seat.
“Hm? Yeah, I’m good,” you replied hastily, clenching your thighs together a little harder. You almost swore when Bucky’s hand rested on your upper thigh, his thumb grazing back and forth over the smooth skin. And although the gesture was purely innocent in nature, it didn’t help your current situation
His hand stayed there for the rest of the drive and, even though you tried your hardest to stop it, there was a damp spot on the dress beneath you. Your cheeks flushed red when the car pulled up to the valet outside a beautiful restaurant.
Bucky flashed you a smile before reaching for the door handle, but you hand shot out and gripped his arm.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Your cheeks warmed as you blushed harder; you weren’t exactly sure how to tell him.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” you blurted out, realising it was not the best way to start after the words had already left your mouth.
“I don’t mind.” Bucky’s lips lifted into a cheeky smirk, looking you up and down once, then twice, wetting his lips. Your breath hitched in your throat.
“I know you don’t mind, but…” Unable to stand the silence in the car, you just had to come out and say it.
“Well, on the drive here, I got turned on and well, things that happen when I get turned on happened and now I’ve made a mess of the dress.” You held your breath once you’d finished, watching Bucky, nervous for his reaction. You’d never been more embarrassed in your entire life.
Bucky cocked an eyebrow, momentarily confused, until his eyes widened slightly and you knew he finally understood. Starting the car again, he pulled away from the curb and drove around the back where the parking lot was. Pulling into a spot furthest away from the restaurant, and any other cars, he turned the car off and faced you.
“Did I get you all hot and bothered, princess?” He leaned across the centre console, his face hovering inches in front of your own, and undid your seatbelt. Biting your lip, you nodded in response. Bucky closed the distance between you and pressed mouth to yours, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip. You opened for him, sighing as his tongue swept in to claim you. Tantalising you.
While you were distracted by his mouth, you almost didn’t notice his hand sliding up your thigh, slipping underneath the dress.
“Is this okay?” Bucky asked, breathless, pulling away from the kiss, albeit reluctantly.
Your head fell back against the headrest as Bucky’s knuckle brushed against the sensitive skin of your clit, two of his fingers gliding through the wetness, collecting it and using it as lubricant to slide those fingers inside of you. You let out a breathy moan as his fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot inside of you before pulling out and pushing back in. Bucky set a slow pace, it was almost torturous, and you bucked your hips to get him to go deeper.
Some small part of you was embarrassed that you’d stained the dress and that you were currently being fingered in a parking lot, but the rest of you was screaming go, go, go.
“Faster.” You hadn’t meant to say it, it just slipped out. Bucky chuckled darkly to himself before obeying your wishes. Your hands gripped the edge of the seat as his fingers slid in and out of you, a familiar coil starting to form in your stomach, tightening with every pump of his fingers.
“Fuck, doll, you’re so beautiful like this,” Bucky muttered, his voice low and husky, full of lust, making your toes curl.
Wanting to give him some sort of reprieve, you reached across and palmed him through his pants, feeling how hard he was. Fiddling with his belt, you managed to get it undone with one hand. Tugging his fly open, you slipped your hand into his boxers. Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, you pumped him a few times, smiling to yourself when he let out a low moan, subconsciously bucking his hips. It was only when you ran your thumb over the tip that he let a gravelly groan and pulled his fingers out of you.
Grabbing you by the waist, he helped you climb over the centre console, satisfied when you were straddling his lap. He reclined his seat a little so you weren’t in such a cramped position. Shrugging off your leather jacket, you tossed it into the back seat and got comfortable. Your core settled over the bulge in Bucky’s pants and you grinded softly, needing the friction.
“My God, princess, you’re so fucking wet for me, I can feel you soaking through my pants.”
“Sorry,” you muttered sheepishly, heat creeping up your neck.
Bucky’s hand snaked around your throat as he leaned in close, pressing a sloppy kiss to your jaw, then one beneath your ear.
“Don’t you dare apologise,” he ground out, kissing you on the mouth, his tongue battling with yours again. “I love that I have this effect on you.”
Bucky accentuated his words by rubbing his thumb in tight circles on your clit. You jolted at the sudden contact, but your hands reached down to tug the waistband of his boxers down. You needed him inside you. Now.
His cock, now free of its confines, was dripping with pre-cum. You ran your thumb around the tip before lining him up with your entrance.
“Can I?” You asked, pumping a few times in preparation, even though you were practically dripping.
“Fuck’s sake, doll, yes.” Bucky’s hands gripped your hips and lowered you onto him. The two of you let out a moan as he filled you. The pleasant pain was something you could never get tired of.
“Ride me.” It was a demand you weren’t about to ignore.
You had to go slowly at first, lifting yourself up then lowering yourself back down again, moans slipping from your lips; as thick and sweet as honey. You sped up a little, letting yourself slip down faster so that he bottomed out deeper with each go around. Because you were in the car and there wasn’t much room, you swapped from bouncing on him to undulating your hips back and forth while he was sheathed inside you.
“Fuck,” Bucky groaned, hands guiding your hips, making you move faster. It wasn’t until you started bouncing on his cock again that you felt that coil tightening and tightening and tightening. And when Bucky started thrusting up into you in time with your movements, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.
Bucky’s hand found its way around your throat again, squeezing softly, and you let out a loud moan as he slammed into you particularly harshly.
“Buck,” you whined. “I’m close.”
“I know, doll. I can feel it. But keep going, come on. Ride me all the way, like a good girl.”
His words were spurring you on so, one hand braced on his chest and the other on the seat, you switched between bouncing and rolling your hips in an endless cycle. Your breath coming out in pants, fogging up the windows, Bucky’s relentless thrusting was too much.
You cried out as you came, the tightness in your stomach unravelling, but Bucky didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, even as you collapsed against him, breathing hard, as your body shook. With a few more thrusts, Bucky reached his own orgasm, and you moaned with him as you felt his cum fill you with warmth.
As the two of you came down from your highs, Bucky ran his hands up and down your back, fingers catching in the silk.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered into your neck, placing a few kisses there.
When your breathing returned to normal and your heart stopped racing, you mentally prepared yourself to move and get off him. You tried, but you were so spent that every part of you trembled.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Stay here, it’s nice.”
Too tired to argue, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. You must’ve dozed off because when you opened your eyes, you were in Bucky’s bed and he was using a warm, damp towel to clean up the mess between your legs.
Bucky helped you to the bathroom when you asked as your legs still trembled slightly, and when you came out you grabbed your phone from your bag to shoot Wanda a quick text. Even though it was almost midnight, you knew she’d answer.
You: At B’s, can I keep this dress and buy you a new one?
Seconds later, Wanda’s response appeared on the screen.
Wanda: Yes. He fucked you, didn’t he?
You: I will neither confirm nor deny.
Wanda: Haha, I told you so.
Turning your phone off, you turned to where Bucky was on the bed. His shirt was off, hair messy, and he was gazing at you.
“Come here, doll,” he said, holding out his arms for you.
“Hang on.” You quickly went back into the bathroom and took the dress off, dumping it in the corner of the room, and pulled on Bucky’s button-up, adjusting it so it covered your ass. Going back out into the bedroom, you slid beneath the covers and curled up next to Bucky. He grabbed one of your legs at the knee and hiked it up, pulling it over him. Your core pressed against him and he sighed, turning to you with lust-addled eyes.
“You were so good to me tonight,” he whispered, reaching over to turn off the lamp. “And I love it when you’re on top.”
“But tomorrow I am going to fuck you so hard.”
You bit your lip, already thinking about it.
“Well can you feed me before you turn me on this time?”
Bucky scoffed, no doubt rolling his eyes in the darkness. “Oh sure, because that was totally my fault.”
“It was. And also, we need to buy Wanda a new dress.”
Am I going to hell for this? Probably. See y’all there.
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COLD HAND, WARM COCK - Bucky Barnes
PLOT: Bucky watches you train and you’ve had enough. Sam and Steve catch you. This is a fic from the Avengers Tower days where they all lived together. Based off this picture.
WARNING: Unprotected sex
Fists smacking into the bag, you step back so that it doesn’t knock you onto your arse, before darting back towards it and booting it with your foot. Grunting as the impact reverberated up your spine, you knew Nat would criticise your poor technique if she had been training with you. Your mind was otherwise preoccupied to think about your stance. For weeks you had been tense and coiled tightly all because of the newest resident of the Avengers Tower.
Bucky Barnes had been living across the hall from you for almost a year now and yet you still hadn’t relaxed fully around him. You were constantly aware of his presence and it had taken him a few months of Steve forcing the two of you to spend time together until he had relaxed around you. However, you had developed a strong bond since the night you found him on the balcony at 2am, staring up at the moon and shaking. It wasn’t a cold night and the distant look in his eyes informed you that something was wrong. You had pulled him in for a tight hug and he had spilled his heart to you about his nightmare. Happiness bubbled in your chest when - a few days later - you had teased him about his metal arm. Biting your tongue, you waited for the usual stony glare he shot you (or even an indifferent remark) but instead he had let out a small chuckle before responding with his own quip.
The first time the two of you had been sent on a mission alone, he had lost control for a millisecond when you two had returned to the motel room. Deep in thought, he had been startled when your small hand touched his right arm. Before you could speak, you were pressed against the beige wall and a vibranium arm was crushing your windpipe. Despite the fact that you were gasping for air, you refused to hurt him and instead begged for him to let you go. Looking down at your bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks, he dropped you instantly. Cowering in a corner on the other side of the room, he pleaded for your forgiveness; apologies spilled from his mouth with every other sentence. The pair of you had spent the night cuddled up in the small motel bed, your hand stroking his hair as his tears dripped onto your neck. Flowers had been left outside your door out of gratitude for your help and your silence. If you had told the other team what had happened, he would’ve been forced back to the ‘luxury psych hotel’.
As the bond between the two of you grew, so did the sexual tension. Electricity coursed through your veins each time he brushed past you. His cock jumped every time you smiled at him like he was one of the best people in your life. Sarcastic comments had been traded for teasing comments. Lingering touches and “incidental brushes” of your chest and his ass had you spending numerous nights with your fingers deep inside you and Bucky’s name tumbling past your lips. Exhaling deeply, you felt those piercing blue eyes that haunt your dreams staring at your figure.
“Can I help you, Mr Barnes? I know in your old age your memory starts to falter but this is a training room. You should be training, not lounging about.” You say, snarkily.
A heat ignited in your core when you turned to look at him. Seated on the bench, his legs were spread wide open, elbows resting on his knees. Hands dangling in between them, the veins in his right harm rippled as he flexed his muscles and his metal arm gleamed in the fluorescent lighting. Mouth hung slightly open, his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he brazenly looked you up and down.
“And you should be training, not shaking your ass at me,” he smirked, leaning forward to see how you would react.
Taking a step towards him, you circle him before coming to a stop behind him. Leaning down, you whispered in his ear and smiled at the goosebumps that appeared on his neck. “I shake my ass for myself and myself only. Anyway, Barnes, you should be keeping your eyes to yourself. I’m far too young for you, Grandpa.”
“Oh, Doll, I could show you things that would have your legs shaking.” Bucky taunted, grabbing your arm as you tried to move away and swinging you into his lap.
Gasping at the sudden movement, you felt your panties dampen when he forced your legs on either side of him so that you were straddling his lap. One warm hand and one cold hand rested on your bare waist, an erotic combination that had your heart quickening. Forehead resting upon his own, your breath mingled with Bucky’s. Once more, his tongue licked his bottom lip but with your close proximity, it tickled your own lips slightly. Both of you knew that there would be no backing down or running away this time. Needing something to soothe the fire within your stomach, you made the first move.
Leaning forward, you connected your lips, hands sliding into his hair and giving a slight tug. Moaning into your mouth, Bucky bucked his hips against you. Tongue brushing against his, you squeaked in surprise when you found yourself on the floor. Your hands grip the bottom of his shirt and he pulls away from you to allow you to pull it over his head. Instead of reclaiming your lips, Bucky trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking against a small spot that had your hips bumping against his.
“Buck!” You shrieked in shock when his metal arm grasped your breast. The coldness of the metal hand had you crawling away.
“I’m sorry, Doll. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Bucky frowned, lines forming between his brows as he backed away. Leaning up on your elbows, you reassured him that his metal arm didn’t scare you at all.
“You don’t scare me, Buck. I trust you completely. It was just cold.”
However, he still looked doubtful so you grabbed his metal arm and placed it on your stomach. Waiting to see what you would do next, Bucky’s cocky persona returned once you pushed his hand under the waistband of your shorts.
“Y/N, are you sure?”
“Buck, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will go and jump one of those newbies.”
A rip sound echoed throughout the training room and your mouth dropped open at the sight of your shorts in his hand; torn in two. Before you could berate him, his mouth pressed a kiss to the skin above the band of your underwear and you begged him to touch you. One finger brushed along your core through your lacy panties, grinning at the dampness of them. Raising your hips so he could pull them down your leg, you protested when his right hand teased its way up your leg.
“Metal. Use the metal one.”
Cocking his eyebrow, Bucky shook his head in amusement before a cold finger circled the small nub of pleasure. Tracing your slit, Bucky blew gently on your wet mound before he slid a finger inside of you. An elicit gasp escaped your mouth when he curled it, pumping in and out slowly. Bucking your hips against his touch, you begged for more.
“Love the sounds you make, Doll.” Bucky murmured against your clit before he sucked gently.
Your hands pulled on the dark locks of his hair, shrieking slightly when he groaned against you.
“Buck, please, I need you in me.”
“So desperate.” Bucky taunted as you made grabby hands at his shorts. “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
Pathetic whimpers poured out of your mouth as Bucky pulled down his shorts, revealing his hardened cock. Gripping both your wrists in his metal hand, Bucky pinned your arms above your head, enjoying the way you squirmed. You were helpless under him. Attaching his mouth to your nipple, Bucky slid his tip inside you.
“More,” you begged. A shocked scream came out your mouth as Bucky slammed himself inside you, revelling in the warmth of your walls. Barely giving you time to adjust to the sheer size of him (apparently the super soldier serum enhanced more than his muscles), Bucky pulled out before thrusting deep inside you once more.
“Eyes on me, Y/N.” Bucky demanded as your back arched off the floor and your eyes fluttered shut. Bucky’s other warm hand gripped your hip tightly as he pounded into you, hard enough to leave bruises. Hips pistoning back and forth, Bucky grunted as your walls clenched around him. A mix of curses and his name poured out of your mouth as you fought against his grip, wanting nothing more than to touch him.
“Wanna touch you. Please, Bucky.” You moaned, pleasure rippling through you. His hips came to a stop and you cried out, wanting him to resume the pace that had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Wrapping his arms around you, Bucky leaned back so that he was seated and you were in his lap. Both of you moaned at the sensation before Bucky was bouncing you on his cock. The new angle had Bucky sliding in deeper and you screamed as he reached the right spot.
“You like that, doll.” Bucky said cockily, enjoying the sound of his skin slapping against yours.
“So close, Buck. Gonna make me cum.”
Bucky’s movements became sloppy as he thrust faster, eager to watch your face as you came undone. Your hands wrapped around his biceps, nails digging in and as you matched his pace. Pressing your mouth against his neck, you sucked lightly as your walls clenched along his thick member.
“The thing you do to me.” Bucky muttered. “Been wanting this for ages. Come on, princess.”
His metal hand reached down and his thumb connected with your clit, rubbing circles onto it.
Head dropping into the crook of his neck, you moaned his name loudly as your orgasm washed over you. Waves of pleasure had you arching into Bucky, nipples brushing against his slick chest. Bucky fucked you through his orgasm, chasing his own high. When he finally came, his teeth sank into your shoulder to muffle the growl that rumbled through his chest and out his mouth. Hot cum splashed against your sensitive walls and you pulled him closer to you, basking in the after-sex emotions.
“Maybe now you’ll get the hint that I’d like you to take me to dinner.” You smiled, pressing a lazy kiss to the underneath of his jaw. Neither one of you were ready to move from the position you were in and Bucky was in no rush to slip out of the warm walls that perfectly encased him.
“AHHH! Are you fonduing?!”
Two loud voices pulled the two of you out of the bubble you had created. Cursing, Bucky pressed himself against your body, shielding you from his two friends. Steve had turned his back on you both, hands covering his face as if he would somehow still be able to see you. Sam was staring at the ceiling but his body racked with laughter. Apparently the gym wasn’t the most private place to sleep with your super soldier.
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Nothing Fucks With My Baby // Bucky Barnes
Inspired by the song ‘NWFMB’ by Hozier (because I’m a slut for the Bog King.) This was actually really fun to write so I hope you guys enjoy!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1844
Warnings: Blood. Violence. Trauma. Angst. Firearms. Winter Soldier Bucky but not really.
Summary: Bucky has to become The Winter Soldier for a mission, but Reader assures him everything is going to be okay. It isn’t, but it turns out sort-of not terrible in the end??
(This gif makes me absolutely FERAL and it’s the Bucky vibe we get in this oneshot)
The ground beneath your feet thrummed with the beat of the music as you sidled across the floor, Bucky a looming warmth at your back, matching your pace. The thudding of your boots upon the floorboards was enough to turn heads, a wave of silence descended upon the converted warehouse. Strobe lights and red-and-blue LED’s flashed across the space from riggings secured to the ceiling.
It may have looked like a fun club, the scent of cheap spirits in the air, but you knew better. It was a front, what you and Bucky were here wasn’t aboveground.
The dress you wore, raven black and so tight you were almost afraid to breathe, warmed the top-half of your thighs but not much else. But Bucky, with his almost harness-like leather combat vest with its latches and buckles, was like a guard dog, hovering so closely behind you that you could feel his arm brush across your back. It was comfort you knew you shouldn’t be taking the liberty of leaning into; not here, at least.
Casting a quick glance over your shoulder, your gaze met Bucky’s and you dipped your chin in an almost imperceptible nod. To anybody else, it would’ve looked like a handler making sure her prize stayed in line. But to the two of you…
“We just have to pretend,” you whispered, brushing Bucky’s hair back from his face. You didn’t want to do this, reverting him back to his Hydra days just to get a few files, but he had insisted. And though you hated the idea of Bucky sinking back into that persona, even if it was only for an hour or two, it had to be done.
“If anybody touches you, I swear, I’ll一”
“一do nothing.” You finished for him, pressing a kiss to his soft lips.
“I hate this, too, but nobody is going to touch me. And if they do, I’ll take care of it because if you lash out, they’ll know, and that’s the last thing we need.”
Bucky nodded to himself, looking defeated, but you cupped his chin in your palms.
“We’ve got to go soon,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his, knowing what you had to do.
“Okay. Okay.” You didn’t realise until a minute or so later that he was preparing himself for what was to come. “Put it on, I’m ready.”
Pulling the harness from the case一 that was the only word for it一 was torture for both you and Bucky. It wasn’t tight and restricting like the original one that Hydra operatives had forced him to to wear, the buckles and latches were just for show, but you could see the fear in Bucky’s eyes as you approached with it in your arms.
“It’s okay, Buck,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck as you helped him slip his arms into the sleeves. It slid on like a jacket, zipping up at the front, but once the buckles were all connected the zip practically disappeared.
“We’re just pretending,” you whispered as your nimble fingers worked at the latches and buckles, securing them across his chest. It pained you to see him wearing it, recalling the number of times Bucky had woken up from a nightmare, clawing at his chest and screaming ‘get it off, get it off.’
Once the two of you were ready, you slipped your hand into his metal one; tracing the individual plates of titanium, feeling it hum and whir beneath your touch.
“Remember that, no matter what is said tonight, you are everything to me. I am yours. Always.” Pressing one last kiss to Bucky’s lips, you tucked the mask into place and pulled away, watching his expression change; eyes darkening and lips tilting into that macabre scowl. And the two of you stepped out into the night.
Beneath the warehouse, in a poorly-lit excuse for a conference room, you sat across the table from the most rodent-like man you’d ever seen. Alarick Heathridge. With his upturned nose and scarily small teeth and thin lips, the sight of him almost made you shiver.
“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” He mused, voice thick with shameless lust as his gaze dragged from your heeled boots, up your legs (pausing for a moment at the exposed flesh of your thighs), over your chest, before finally meeting your eyes.
“Are you sure the two of you don’t come as a package deal? I’ll cut a good deal.”
Perched in Bucky’s lap, with one leg crossed over another, you swallowed. Bucky’s hands were chained to the armrests of the velvet-upholstered chair, Alarick wasn’t so stupid to let a living weapon sit unrestrained, but Bucky wanted nothing more than to put his hand on your thigh. It took everything within him to grit his teeth and ignore the snivelling man’s attempt at advances.
“Do you have the files I requested?” Your voice was a sultry purr, playing into Alarick’s silly fantasy, knowing he’d be more pliant if you seemed open and available to him.
“Of course, darling, I never fail to deliver.” Alarick motioned for one of the suited men guarding the door. The guard produced a silver case from a false panel in the wall, sitting on the table with a soft thud. Alarick keyed in a code then flicked the latch, opening the case and turning it to face you. Inside the case were three folders, each marked with the Hydra insignia.
Feeling Bucky tense beneath you, you casually lifted a hand and brought it to the back of his neck, twirling your fingers in the soft, wispy hairs there; no more than a woman playing with what she owned. But as you delved into the security questions you and Tony had rehearsed for days, just in case Alarick was bluffing, you traced four words on the back of Bucky’s neck. Over and over.
I… Am… Yours… Always…
Alarick passed the questions and you reached forward, leaning a little so your cleavage was on show, and grabbed the files from the case. Quickly flicking through, trying to seem bored, you knew they were exactly what you’d asked for. Sighing through your nose, you stood from Bucky’s lap. The hardest part of this mission beckoned; walking away from Bucky.
“A trade’s a trade,” you hummed, almost grimacing when Alarick stuck his hand out for you to shake. His palm was uncomfortably clammy as your hands locked, shaking once. Even when you pulled away, it was like you could still feel the stain of his filth on your skin. Pulling a slip of paper from your bra, you handed it to the snivelling man.
“Those are his trigger words, I hope you know Russian. If not… Well, good luck.”
You were at the door that led to the staircase up to the warehouse. The plan was to leave Bucky behind, get out onto the street, and meet up with Tony, Steve, and Nat in the abandoned office building across the street. There, you’d wait for Alarick to get drunk enough to want to leave, with Bucky in chains and in tow. Nat had already secured an electromagnetic pulsation device to the bottom of Alarick’s SUV and it would only take the press of a button to stop the car in its tracks, allowing for the extraction of the super soldier.
But that all went to hell when Alarick’s hand cupped your ass, ushering you away from the exit and towards an archway that led into some kind of living room. He didn’t get very far, though. Moving too quickly for him to react, you reached for one of the guards guns, wrenching it free. You slammed the butt of the gun down on Alarick’s head and he dropped like a stone, blood oozing from a deep gash. The other guard had the nerve to pull his gun on you, but found a bullet between his eyes.
“Doll!” Bucky’s shouted warning wasn’t fast enough as the other guard's hands slammed down on your shoulders, pulling you backwards so harshly that you stumbled and fell, hitting your head on the tile floor. The gun skittered out of your reach, sliding to a stop at Bucky’s feet. But he couldn’t get his hands free to grab it; the damn chains were vibranium. Spots danced in your vision and you ground as the guard grabbed you by the throat, pulling you up only to push you again; this time slamming you against the wall. Warmth trickled down your face and slipped over your lips, the bitter tang of blood met your tongue. The pain hadn’t quite registered yet so you were able to bring your elbow up, cracking it across the guards nose.
When he stumbled back, you followed through with a kick to his groin. Something clattered across the tile and you looked down; Bucky had kicked the gun back over to you. Quickly, you plucked it from the ground and fired two shots through the guards chest just as he was running at you. He collapsed, crimson spilling from him in a pool.
“We’ve got to go.” You rifled through Alarick’s pockets to find the key to Bucky’s restraints, then scrambled to free the super soldier. At this point, adrenaline was still coursing through your system; probably the only reason you were still moving. But when the chains fell away, the pain finally hit you.
As though your body knew that, now Bucky was out of his chains, you were safe, he could help you. Clutching tightly to the case, your knees hit the ground and you grimaced. You must’ve blacked out because one moment you were on the floor and the next you were in Bucky’s arms and the night air was pressing cool kisses against your cheeks. Blood caked one side of your face, making your skin itch, but your arms were tucked against Bucky’s chest and you couldn’t move to scratch.
“Buck?” Your voice was hoarse, as though you’d swallowed a spoonful of glass, but Bucky shushed you.
“Don’t speak, just close your eyes. I’m getting you out of here.”
You don’t remember much of the drive home except Steve and Bucky talking in hushed tones.
“She’s going to be fine, Bucky.” Steve placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder, but Bucky shrugged it off, turning his head slightly to look down at you. Your head rested on his shoulder, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you dipped in and out of consciousness. Bucky wiped it away and wrapped his arm around you, before turning back to Steve.
“She killed them. That slimy bastard put his hands on her, he was going to一” Bucky grunted in frustration, almost gagging at how the situation could’ve gone down. Alarick would’ve made him watch, just because he could.
Bucky spoke in soft tones so as not to disturb you, but Tony felt the weight of his words all the same.
“Never again. You ever need something like that done again, you do it yourself.”
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Black Out Days
Pairing: James Bucky Barnes/ Original Female Character.
important Tags/Genre: AU-canon divergent, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Relationship, Depictions of Violence, Fluff, Angst.
Summary: He is decommissioned; more out of a personal choice than from outside pressure. James wants nothing more than to live simply---considering the over complications and trauma of his one hundred and six years of existence. So, he leaves New York and settles in a small town off the coast of Maine.
And that’s when he meets her. An odd little bartender by the name of Honey. And that's when his life once again faces complications.
Authors Notes: This is entirely self-indulgent i have no excuses. Takes place just before The Falcon and the Winter Solider and throughout it, though with obvious canon divergence. This is just the first chapter is what I plan to be a pretty long project with a themed Spotify playlist in the works.
I don't heavily edit bc I'm lazy, and the chapters following should be much longer than this one. I plan to update every Sunday. Hope yall enjoy it!
Also posted on my AO3
Feels like I'm standing on the outside
And I know this body's not mine
To begin with
I wish that I could crawl out
And see the world
-- This Body Means Nothing to Me, Shrimp
Tires grip well to the roads despite the slick left from the morning's showers; James takes each turn carefully, only pushing so far as he creeps past the posted speed limits. The roadway winds around hills, and through thickets of massive trees--the kind of ones that stand so tall the tops are hidden behind thick quells of fog. It’s all so different from the city---so quiet, so rural, so far away from, well, everything.
It’s odd, so odd in fact that the man has had issues with occupying himself ever since he had arrived in town. Thank God for his neighbor, an old man that told him of the happening downtown life in the city only fifteen minutes away. “Good live music, beer, and pool.” That's what the man had said.
James can’t help but laugh now as he pulls into downtown. A city? Nestled in the middle of almost nowhere off the coast, this city was a measly strip of road stacked with a few shops, dive bars, and tourist attractions that he was more than sure hadn’t seen any revenue in more than a few decades. But it was nice, quaint. It would do.
James parks right on main street, the engine of his bike hissing, and ticking while he shuts her down and eases off his seat. Gloved fingers work the straps of his helmet and he sets it down while eyes scan his surroundings---not that there was much to be found. Just as he expected, two dive bars, a grocery store, a college bar, and long since closed shops. Lamp posts dot the street every few feet or so, and the roads are paved well with added bike lanes, and parking.
Beyond that, apartments, and houses. That’s when he spots it: a single door settled against heavy brick with an old school glowing neon sign---like an old school dinner. 84 Dive. Legs take him there without a second thought, and before he knows it, the old wooden door is slamming behind him, shaking its frame and rattling the metal push bar that sits in the middle. James is met with a flight of stairs, and he takes them one at a time, admiring the layers of stickers and posters that line the overhead.
A soft tune hits his ears, something he doesn’t recognize at all but that Peter had told him was something called pop-punk---whatever the hell that was, and the heavy scent of...Guinness?
“Hey, hon.” James almost misses the greeting, so caught up in surveying his surroundings. But the sound of someone clearing their throat diverts his attention, and he looks to find a tiny thing of a woman standing behind the bar.
“Uh hi.” his tone is sheepish, and the woman grins while an open palm motions to one of the many empty seats at the bar.
“What are you having?”
“Any kinda pilsner is fine,” James responds instantly, creeping closer to sweep a stool out from the bar's overhang. The woman nods, and turns to the taps, spinning a pint glass in the center of her palm before pouring him a glass. He watches intently as her frame glides from place to place behind the bar, as though she could do so with her eyes closed. When she turns to place the beer before him, he flushes, caught off guard by the intensity within her eyes. Two orbs stare back at him, shimmering and practically filled to the brim with honey.
“Have a shot?” her question catches him off guard yet again, and he fumbles the response before finally finding his voice.
“Want a shot? You look like you could use one.” without waiting for his answer she produces two shot glasses and turns to snag a bottle of Jack Daniels from the liquor stands. She pours them both one, and a single gloved hand snakes out to take his own. With a simple and muted toast, they both toss their drinks back. She doesn’t flinch; his lips twitch in the faintest of smirks.
“You new?” elbows lean against the bar top, pointed chin nestled between both of her hands, as though she were bored out of her mind---or simply tired.
“Yeah, I moved in last week. Name’s James.”
Full lips split into a wide smile, and the woman thrusts her hand out with enough enthusiasm to nearly startle him.
“Honey.” his brow quirks, and he takes her hand, nervousness melting away.
“Are we that close already?” Her eyes roll.
“No, ass. That’s my name. Honey.” her fingers squeeze his, and he returns the gesture in kind---she’s got a good handshake, that's for sure. “So what brings you to this boring little town, you look more like the city type.” He returns to his drink, an easy shrug rolling off broad shoulders; the leather jacket that clung to him squeaking slightly.
“Needed a change of scenery.” eyes fall to trace the many etches settled within the wood of the bar top; a few names, a few vulgar words, and many many phallic shapes. James can feel her eyes on him, and he would be a liar to say it didn’t make him uncomfortable---as though she were breaking him down to figure him out. But, he doesn’t grant her the satisfaction of looking up. A beat of silence passes, then another, and another until finally:
“I thought you’d be taller.”
Blue hues cut high, brows taught, and jaw tight. Honey looks at him with a satisfied smirk on her face, and he can make out the dimple that hides in the depths of her round cheeks when he does.
“What do you mean?” James asks after a moment, and the woman chuckles. Arms folded across her chest, hand batting back a cluster of long slim braids that had fallen in her face.
“Random stranger who screams New York moves to a tiny town off the coast of Maine; looks broody, and needs a change of scenery. Iduno. I just kinda figured. Not to mention your face was plastered all over the news for a while there.” Honey pauses. “I like the haircut by the way.”
For the first time in decades, he’s baffled. What a strange, acute, and aloof woman. It’s unnerving, but---fun.
“No problem, hope you like our crazy little town.” she smiles again but this one is far more genuine, even as the tanned skin around her eyes crinkle just slightly. Just then, the door slams and a few pairs of booted feet make their descent down the stairs. “Well, James, let me know if you need anything.” and like that, she’s off to help the gaggle of new patrons that had just walked in. They hoop and holler--clearly having already hit the few bars before this one.
James watches while they all greet her warmly; with kind smiles and flirtatious quips. Honey takes it all in stride and dishes out their drinks, stopping only to joke and laugh along with them. Fingers tap against the glass of his pint, amused by the odd little woman and the quirkiness of it all.
And when he leaves, a crisp ten-dollar bill deposited on the bar top, he rides back home with honey on his mind.
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Nothing to Despair | 21. On which my ruins rest
PAIRING: Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader
SYNOPSIS: Bucky and a girl he never met before have to go undercover as married on a mission to Europe. He feels alienated in the modern world, while she goes through life alone and abandoned. Maybe they can find a new home in each other, but she’s not easily convinced.
CHAPTER NOTES: More smut, some dark!Bucky, bondage (handcuffs), sweet dirty talk, lingerie kink, fingering, a bit of petplay (kitten!reader), frottage, breeding kink, creampie, and cockwarming. Actually very tender lovemaking and, in spite of appearances, fully consensual.
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Lyde was not so dear to Antimachus,
nor Bittis so loved by her Philetas,
as you, my wife, clinging to my heart,
worthy of a happier, not truer husband.
You’re the support on which my ruins rest,
if I’m still anyone, it’s all your gift.
— Ovid, Tristia, His Wife: Her Immortality
They went out for a late lunch, and took their time with a two-course meal, dessert, drinks. Sweetened by pastries and hot tea, and softened toward him of her own will, Bucky had never felt more at ease around her, more comfortable and happy and at home, and he could see her turning shy every time she looked at him and saw how lovingly he looked at her, with his big dumb smile and crinkled eyes. Had anyone else looked at her like that before? He hoped not.
Thanks to a confusion with their orders, they got into conversation with another couple sitting next to them, and after they switched the plates between their tables, they introduced themselves. The elderly pair were vacationing Britons, Cecil and Pippa Monday. They went on a cruise every once in a while, or on some camping trip or mountain climbing or some other great adventure. Cecil was a jovial type, completely grey and a bit fat, and in spite of some joint pain, and growing hard of hearing in one ear, and having to keep track of a host of different pills to take, he seemed happier than anyone they'd met in a long time. Pippa was a little different — though equally grey and plump, she had a tough, imperial air, her swollen wrists and digits tastefully bejewelled, holding the cutlery very precisely in her manicured fingers, and smelling finely of perfume.
The girl eyed Bucky warily as he introduced them — caught on the spot, he used the same identities as from the mission, because that's what their passports said and it was the cautious thing to do. She could note a frown of sadness as he used the names, in all their bitter history, but she reached out and held his hand, and the warm smile he gave as he turned to look at her made up for it.
They went out for a walk afterwards, all four together, strolling on the decks. Mr. Monday taking pictures, Pippa posing now and then. Although she was, at times, commanding, the two got along uniquely well, and whether from getting used to each other over the years or just their natures fitting together in the right way, they seemed steady as a rock. They walked ahead, slowly, with Bucky and his wife behind, and as the girl looked at them waddling along, holding hands like schoolchildren, talking and supporting and admiring each other with every little chat or evening plan or snapping of a picture, something in her heart began to ache. Why couldn't she have that? How come it could happen to other people and not her? Could it happen to her? Just as she struggled with the ugly fear, she felt Bucky's warm hand caress her back.
He trailed his palm up and down her stiff length of spine, to remind himself that she was there and his and he was right by her side, as he watched the snowy lovebirds up ahead. Thanks to the rotten mission and their circumstances, he'd been robbed of the opportunity to introduce them as Mr. and Mrs. Barnes for the first time. And now, he could just about hear as the Mondays — a well-meaning and wholesome pair — speculated with a bit of pity and concern about them. It hadn't escaped their notice how the names stuck in Bucky's throat, and how nervous his girl became, and now they thought they were —
"Going through something awful…"
"Probably divorce or the like."
"They're a bit too young for that."
"Well, you know, my dear. These days…"
— and he hated their pity, the suspicion that anything was wrong, and even the ghost of the thought of her abandoning him filled Bucky with cold anger.
From the corner of his eye, he caught her looking up at him, and so he let his face relax as he looked down and hummed in question. She shook her head but kept inspecting the lines of his face with worry. The hand trailed up her back to hold her neck and the other one came, hard and cold and gloved but gentler than anything, to brush some wind-swept tendrils from her face. Moments like these, when she seemed to have genuine concern for him, always overflowed his heart with love, and like a reflex he asked — heard his own voice whisper, rather — if everything was alright, and this time he didn't call her "doll" or "darling" but he used her name — more than her name: a littler version of it, the natural pet name that was hers.
It almost didn't register in her head when he said it, but as she caught up with what she heard, her eyes widened and she shivered under a rushing of hot blood. He'd never called her anything like that, nobody had, not since her friends at university — except, of course, her mother. It wasn't special, but it was so rarely used it had a deeper air of intimacy. She smiled instinctively and bit her lip at the little tenderness he put in saying it, and seeing her reaction, his face bloomed into a grin.
"Yes, I'm alright," she whispered back through a shy smile. "Are you?"
He stopped their walk, and held her face, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Never better." He raised his face from her before she could kiss back, so instead she turned her head and reached the hand that held her shoulder, and so kissed that instead.
The Mondays felt them stop, somehow, and stopped as well to look at them. Perhaps this somewhat allayed their more sombre speculations.
After they were done with their sight-seeing, Bucky thought it might be safer if they bought some takeaway for dinner rather than go out again, and the girl didn't argue. They were back in their suite in the early evening, when the sky was still pink and all the nearby rooms were empty.
He stowed the food they bought in the little fridge, then poured himself a drink while he watched. She moved gingerly, taking her clothes off and folding them too, while her husband sat in an armchair and sipped his whiskey. The girl acted as if he wasn't there, and though it might not have been her intention, it incited him even more. She was down to her lingerie when he told her to stop.
"Stay like this for a while, honey," he said, getting up and starting to take his own clothes off while he fixed her with his eyes. His wife straightened up but didn't move away, waiting for him by the desk and watching, rather bravely for her, as he hurriedly undressed. "Take just the slip off, now," he husked once he was down to his briefs, and pulled those off as well.
She obeyed quietly, seeming almost curious, but still let her hair fall to cover her, as there was no bra underneath. Bucky walked to her, slowly, and rested a hand on her hip, the other brushing her hair away so he could admire her more. He seemed almost pleased, but then he thought of something, and with a smirk asked her one more thing:
"Why don't you put your carnelians on? They look so nice on you."
She eyed him warily and parted her lips, almost ready to argue, before she decided against it. Slipping out of his hands, the girl went to the jewellery box and uncoiled the necklace from there. She didn't like the way he licked his lips and bit the fleshy lower one as she put it on, and as it slipped around her neck, she couldn't help but wryly quip:
"If you like them so much, maybe you should be wearing them."
"You're so mean to me," Bucky laughed, low and a little breathless from the sight. "Why are you always mean to me?"
He didn't seem upset, in spite of how his question was somewhat justified, so she jokingly replied, "It's how I express affection."
"Well then," he chuckled, stepping closer, "I'm madly in love with you too." Her smile died a little, and she looked back down just when he reached and grabbed her again, his hands cradling her hips pulling her gently forward. "You know I am… I wasn't joking," he whispered and kissed the top of her head, expecting some resistance because he knew she didn't like to hear it, even though he still didn't understand why. She stood stiffly in front of him and looked downward with no focus, and let him pull her deeper in the room, then to their bedroom, and shut the lights. "You were so sweet earlier," he murmured as he softly felt her waist. "What happened?"
"Too much… I reached my limit, I guess," she shrugged, and didn't have to specify what exactly was too much, because by now, though he couldn't name it either, he knew.
"Easy for you to say."
"And let me take care of you."
"I don't want it."
"We talked about this. What did I tell you about wanting?" he growled, coiling the metal fingers around her neck in a loose hold and making her, finally, look at him. "You don't have to want, you just have to take it."
"Who's being mean now?"
Bucky sighed and searched her face, mellowing only a little. "Guess this is how I express affection."
She gave him a spiteful glance, daring him to squeeze harder, but she couldn't hold it long because his other hand moved to pull her panties off. She immediately grabbed his wrist, but it did nothing to stop him, and Bucky inched the garment off first one hip, then the other, until they were low enough to fall away. Holding the girl still with the metal arm, Bucky looked down at her, his dream come true in living flesh. Her chest peeked out from beneath her hair, the red gems sat like bloodstains on her skin, and that soft feminine triangle between her legs was framed beautifully by the garter straps. He was hard in seconds, his manhood pointing at what it wanted, and he felt her squirm and clutch the metal wrist trying to get away — probably more out of habit than anything else.
"Haven't you had enough?" she hissed.
Bucky dragged his gaze up her body and asked with a smirk, "Does it look like I've had enough?"
He pulled her to him by the jaw and tilted her head up for a kiss pure and gentle, and all the warmer for it, because underneath, her body rubbed against his, her chest to his, and his member up the length of her abdomen. His flesh hand kneaded her hips and moved to her lower back to pull her closer.
"How about I treat you nice tonight?" Bucky asked once his lips left her, so close he spoke right against them.
"I think we have a different idea of what that means," she muttered, looking at his chin to avoid the chill of his eyes.
"I know you want to be let go, darling," he sighed, pressing one short kiss into her upper lip, "but it's not good for you."
"Not good?!" she bit back, outraged enough to look up at him.
"You need to see that it's alright to be made love to. You need to trust me with that."
Her body was unmoving against his, but he still felt her bristle through the rasping of her tone. "I don't need anything. I don't need you. I was fine before."
Bucky's jaw tightened. It hurt every time she said it, it never got easier to hear her talk like that, but he reminded himself that he knew where she was coming from. He'd thought the same thoughts and felt the same feelings. He wasn't all that different, which made it easier, made her dearer to him than anyone in spite of these times when she sunk her little fangs in the hand he extended.
"You think you were, cause you'd been that way so long. Cause no one ever thought to take care of you before. Am I right?" He searched her eyes and was met with only a frown and an even harder glare. "But you don't have to go through life alone, doll. It's ok to need other people."
"Touching. Got that one from your shrink?"
It was sometimes easy to forget that she was Hydra.
Bucky's hand tightened ever so slightly around her neck as he thought back to how open and loving she'd been that morning, when he'd just asked her to be a prop for his self-pleasure. And now, at the mere suggestion of him pleasing her, she bit back with everything she knew could hurt him. She wasn't as subtle as she thought.
"Lay down on the bed," he growled. "On your front."
That got her eyes to widen slightly. When he released her she hesitated for a second, but slowly complied, climbing in bed as she was and making herself into a tight straight line with her forehead in the pillows, her eyes closed, her arms curled beneath her. She stayed still in waiting for him, and only jumped a little when she felt Bucky grab her foot: he had the handcuffs now, and secured her legs together at the ankles.
"What are you doing?" she fearfully asked, bracing herself on the bed on two tense arms to stare at him.
"Be a good wife and do as you're told, honey."
She slowly laid back down and waited. Soon enough, Bucky got in behind her and moved them both to lay on their side, his naked skin burning down her back, from his breath at the nape of her neck all the way down to her legs. He slipped his metal arm beneath the pillows while his flesh one rested on her hip. The girl inhaled sharply, then breathed it out slow and deep, and didn't fuss. He was breaking her in and she knew it, but it was hard to find the energy to fight back when there was no escape. His hand moved gently across her skin, more in teasing than in shyness, and then it moved forward and lower. She gripped it and tried, uselessly, to scratch across his skin, but it did nothing to stop him — worse, he seemed to like it.
"That's it, kitten, sink your claws in me…" She felt his member brush up against her thigh, just lightly, before he started thrusting against her skin, while in front his fingers pet the surface of her mound. "What a fierce kitty I've found," he moaned in her ear, and chuckled when she squirmed in his embrace and sunk her nails in harder. "Vicious little stray that nobody else wanted, isn't that right?"
His wife sunk her head forward, away from his whispers and hot breath and the deeply hurtful way he framed her life. She grit her teeth in useless anger and tried to ignore him, though she could think of a thousand biting things to say, while her feet shifted the little distance they could in discomfort, rattling the handcuffs. Bucky threw one leg over them to quiet her down.
"Yes, nobody wants a kitty that bites and scratches, do they? That doesn't want to be pet," he cooed, and felt her hand relent on his wrist, falling limply down while his fingers threaded from the top of her womanhood down to where he felt her dampening with each long, slow caress. "But you know what, honey?" he rasped into her skin, grinning with real gladness as he thrusted in broader arches against her thighs while his fingers teased her front. "I'm grateful nobody's wanted you before."
She jerked her elbow back at hearing that, managing to hit his ribs with one clumsy thrust. "That isn't true, you bastard," she gritted out.
"Ooh?" asked Bucky in a sing-song voice, surprised at her outburst of emotion. He should've guessed that hitting her pride would work. "Is that so?"
"Yes." She settled back down in his embrace and let him cuddle her again, feeling his member burn and throb against her skin while his fingers went back to their slow, maddening work. "I've been proposed to three times. Just always said no."
"Well… Glad I wasn't number four then," Bucky grinned, his smile tight and bright, hiding behind it the same homicidal instinct that had ended Hamelin — these men weren't a threat anymore (and he didn't know who they were anyway).
"You didn't exactly give me much of a choice," she muttered, turning to glare over her shoulder at him. "Look at you, you're not even sorry."
"Not one bit," he said, tilting his head and leaning down to her. She closed her eyes and let him do it, taking one teasingly light kiss after another while he pulled her against his front ever tighter, using her again to pleasure himself. His fingers had caused her to relax and open up a bit, but the way he kissed her — seemingly quick and chaste but so playful and desirous — made her pulse like nothing else. Bucky parted from her with a moan and whispered, "Can you part your legs a bit, sweetheart?"
She looked into his eyes and did so, too afraid to ask what he wanted to do. He held her gaze and lifted his hand from her, moving it behind to manoeuvre his hard hot manhood right between her thighs, and left it there. Her lips parted in surprise and he drank in the sight, grey eyes focused on her kiss-swollen mouth open in wonder while he eased her legs back together, and started thrusting. The tip of him peeked out from just below her mound, above the edges of her stockings, then was dragged back in when he pulled away, then out again. Once she understood, she tightened her legs even more, squeezing his length against her soft skin. Bucky's head fell forward one unguarded second in a hungry moan, before he opened his eyes and looked back down at her, tight and trapped and timid, but excited — he could feel how much right on the skin around his member. He felt how wet he made her, how she pulsed and her hips tilted — poor thing, he'd teased her enough, she needed a little something too. He moved from the heat of her thighs and swollen lips out into the cold of the room, while she got damper all around and kept squeezing him, using him to please herself as he used her. Her head rested heavily on the pillows, tilted slightly back into his chest, eyes closed while she bit her lip and Bucky kissed her shoulder. His hand stayed on her hip to guide her movements, but his eyes were focused on her arching chest.
"Look at those tight little peaks, darling," he purred, "and I haven't even touched you there." She winced and tried to curl back into him, but didn't even have time to bring her hands up to cover herself before he brought a finger up to tease her — just up and down the surface of one breast, at first, then lingering to touch the hardened peak so lightly she almost didn't feel it, but a deeper part of her did. "I love how sensitive you are," he whispered in her ear, his fingers playing with her while he thrust faster and pressed his front against her for a little longer every time. "Everything is too much, isn't it? After long years of nothing." He bent and leaned down to press a kiss to her tip, and didn't mind her bringing her arm up to push him away — he stayed right there and kissed it again, the gentleness making up for the rough way he was moving between her legs. "I know what that's like, sweetheart," he murmured. "It's like that for me too. Or was, before you."
She groaned under his attentions and shifted away from his lips, though it was no use. He followed her body and kept kissing, lapping now and then while he looked into her eyes, stopping to sigh from a particularly pleasurable thrust, then calm himself down and start again with kisses as light and tender as the ones he gave her mouth. It made her burn inside and out, and she tried to focus on the thought of what, in spite of her discomfort, this might have meant for him. If she was going to be good, which she wanted to be, she knew she had to let him get what he wanted — even if getting meant giving. And he gave without considering that she didn't know what to do with it, where to place these new unusual feelings and the growing knowledge that he was pleasured, happy, pleased, because of her.
Thinking back to their first time, her hips canted back into him on instinct — he noticed, and nibbled at her skin just slightly with a smirk and an approving moan — and she could finally allow herself to be flattered that she'd made him spill within minutes. It felt as much her conquest over him, as his; her vanity was satisfied. She had never imagined she could do that to a man, certainly not to one as big and brutal and rugged as he, who seemed to move through the world as if he owned it — because, with his excessive strength and skills, he probably could — and underneath the storm of feelings he was teasing out of her, a small battle raged between the hope that he wanted her, and the fear that he was lying.
"I need to be inside you again," he said with urgency. "Are you gonna let me?"
She looked back at him and almost paused in motions as she felt him throb and tremble, his skin sticking to her back and his breath coming out harsh and fast. His eyes looked pained and begging, and she couldn't say no, but she wouldn't say yes either, so she nodded. Bucky smirked and bit his lip as he looked over her flushed face, and in the warm and husky voice he got when he felt loving, asked:
"You want it before or… after?"
"B— first one." Why did I say that.
"Before?" he said with a bright, incredulous grin. Bucky got up from behind her and kneeled on the bed, lifting her legs and tilting them to the side together, holding them in the crook of his metal elbow while he placed himself where he wanted to be. She clung to the bedsheets but allowed him to move her around, keeping her eyes on his and not to what he was doing. "You want to finish with me inside a'you, doll?" he asked in a teasingly low voice.
He was more than ready to slip into her, and she'd been ready for the longest time, the tops of her stockings ruined with wet, so it was easy for him to join with his little wife. Her eyes closed as the feeling of it — not too painful, but discomforting enough to feel right — and her head fell back lazily, making room for Bucky to lean in and kiss her neck while he slowly settled in place. His hand fell by her side to brace himself and trap her in, instinctively afraid that she would move away — not that she could run anywhere, he'd made sure of it on purpose — and between being held up like that, and kissed, and taken, the same old overwhelming feeling came and all her promises of patience and duty fell apart.
"You don't have to hide," he cooed once he saw her cover her face with her hands and tilt away, as far as she could from him. "You don't have to be shy around your husband."
His gentle pleas turned into moans the deeper he went, then into whimpers of her name, and praises of how good she was, how warm, how soft, how perfect as his arms tightened around her, and then her name again, her pet name, and how she was his, only his, finally his. It didn't take long for her to undo him this time either, especially since she was a bit more relaxed and opened up, and though Bucky tried to thrust less deeply, less quickly than he wanted, he was at the very edge of his restraint. He wanted to see her face, but she was turned away and had covered her eyes with one hand, biting the thumb of the other, neck arched with the strain of pulling away from him. Her hips were pliant, docile, tamed — he could do whatever he wanted with that part of her, but he wanted everything. His arm stretched along her legs to push them closer, tighter, with him still inside and aching, while above he stretched to kiss the length of her from clavicle to cheekbone. He whispered her name against her blushing skin, and pleaded, and against her mutter of moans and whimpers asked:
"Tell me you love me." She winced as if struck and her every muscle froze, mouth going limp and losing its grip on her finger, hand slipping from her eyes, but inside he felt her throbbing. She seemed to be considering it. "You don't have to mean it…" he bargained, and the thought pained him so much he couldn't look at her. Bucky's head rested on her chest, where he could be with the cage that held her spirit and closed his eyes against it, forgetting everything else. "Please, doll…"
"I can't," she gasped, heaving pained breaths now that he'd settled inside her, as deep as he could reach and almost deeper, and refused to move or let her get away.
"I can't say it."
He sighed into her skin, his anger at her turning very quickly into anger at himself, disappointment, the bitterness of failure, and after swallowing the lump in his throat, Bucky moved back off her. He held her by the hip, bending the legs tighter into her body with his metal arm so that he could see all of her: from the curled up little feet trapped in the handcuffs, up the lovely limbs in sheer black stockings that ended at her thighs — stained and very, very damp — and her derriere framed by the garters that dug into her flesh, and the point where he stretched and entered her. The scent of his wife was sweet and feminine and a bit salty and threaded with what was left of her perfume, and the sound of her once he started moving deep, hard, unforgiving — how she moaned and whined and could barely form the words to beg — that was what finally undid him. He grit his teeth and took in her body as he used it, then settled deeply, spilling all he had, and stayed there. Bucky didn't allow himself to moan or whimper or say any other useless thing, not anymore. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, careful not to grip her too tightly or press her legs down harder, though she winced and tried to wriggle from his grasp. He kept himself in her through his softening while he put a bit of pressure with his hand just on the other side, on her lower stomach. As he started moving his hand slightly, he felt one hot paw press against his hip.
"What are you doing?" she whined.
Bucky tilted his head back down to look at her, licking his lips at the wrecked sight of his girl, flushed and tousled and panting, her hand timidly touching his skin, eyes just slightly teary and burning into his while she tried very hard not to look at the sweaty rest of him. He gently leaned in and caged her in his arms, still mindful of her legs and the point where they were joined, and looked through the damp strands of hair that fell in his eyes to lowly growl:
"Sit still. Need to open you up, want it to take."
Her eyes widened — in fear? disgust? despair? — but she laid back down and let him. She tried to settle a bit more comfortably, but still huffed in frustration at being used, plugged up. He was hot inside of her, and though she was already burning from the friction, he warmed her up even more. With his eyes fixed on hers he started moving his hand again, palm flat and heavy, pleasuring her from inside and out. And when he found a spot that caused a shudder through her whole body, her look of apprehension melted into something new. He grinned and started focusing on it, moving his hips — because she made him harden again already — and finally she gave him the moans he wanted: loud and surprised and pained. And she looked up at him with such a large and open gaze, so sad, so pleading, as if she finally felt wanted and understood what it meant.
Breath by panting breath, she fell apart under his hand. Bucky felt her shudder then relax, saw her legs tensing in the rhythm of her moans while deep inside she pulsed and squeezed his length into another weak orgasm. Slivers of him were just beginning to seep from where he entered her, but there wasn't enough room for much of it to escape. Her own hand came up to cover her mouth in a limp attempt to stop herself from being louder, but it was useless. Her head tilted back, tangling her loose hair more, and she closed her eyes dreamily. Bucky gave her that pause while he just looked at her, almost forgetting about the furnace that encased him, but then she winced and said his name.
"Let me go… Bucky, let me go," she whispered, looking back up at him. It took him a second to realise what she was talking about. "My legs are starting to hurt."
He felt so good in her that he hesitated, then wanted to kick himself for it. You really are a piece of work, Barnes. Wordlessly, he nodded and slipped himself from her, then slowly laid her legs back down on the bed before going to the nightstand where the keys were. He unlocked the handcuffs and took a moment to massage her ankles and cold feet, but she didn't seem too much in pain. The stockings were ruined, but it didn't matter. Without her asking, he unclasped her garter belt and peeled the lingerie off her, then went up to undo the necklace as well. She laid quietly in bed and let him take everything off her, keeping her gaze on his face and waiting for him to look back — when he did, he could only hold it briefly, and she wondered if the ache she saw there was because of her, or… Of course it is, it always is. As soon as Bucky was done, she turned on her side and curled up while he went to put away her ruined garments and the jewels, and get a cloth to clean them both up.
He almost didn't want to go back to bed with her when he was done, but for once she actually asked for him. She didn't seem upset with the mess he'd made of her, or her aches or bruises. She stretched out her hand, pulled him in, and laid her head on his chest.
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you're never alone: intro (working title)
hiiii !!!!!! ladies and gents i am attempting (for the first time) to write a story !!! here is a sneak peek !!!! pls feel free to leave replies and let me know how i'm doing and what u think :)
summary: the reader was a pararescue along with sam and riley and was engaged to riley. the series will follow the canon events of the captain america movies (ca:ws and ca:cw) as well as (hopefully if i make it this far) get to the events of tfatws! this one is going to be a slow burn...so buckle up....
pairing: bucky x fem!reader
A/N: this is going to follow the canon tl super closely, and we are starting with (one of the best marvel movies there i said it) ca:ws! also this is just the beginning of chap 1 to begin to introduce the character of the reader...so not much new happens...... :D also bucky is not going to be in this for a hot minute so when i mean slow burn i mean SLOW BURN
also for the series, i'm probably going to skip over the non-cap parts of the captain america movies,,,, so....
again, pls feel free to lmk what u think and any suggestions or comments u have hehe :) and it can be about literally anything like even formatting!!!!!!! i am new to all of this but excited to learn hehe <3
“Look who it is, the running man.” Sam looked up at Steve as he made his way to a table to organize pamphlets. Steve was about to reply when a voice shouted down the hall.
“Hey, Sam! Great session today!”
Sam and Steve turned their heads towards the voice approaching them.
“My only complaint is the snacks, you need better ones.” Y/N flashed a grin to Sam as she took a bite of a stale cookie, only to have the rest of it crumble in her hands.
“See!” Y/N said, her voice muffled as she tried to prevent crumbs from falling out of her mouth. “What good is it for me to come here only to end up with this?” She stretched her hands out to show Sam the remaining crumbs before tossing them out in a nearby trash can.
“Oh, I don’t know. The therapy? Healing?” Sam crossed his arms as Y/N let out a laugh and turned to introduce herself to the blonde man standing next to her.
“Hey- oh my god! You’re Captain America!”
Steve chuckled and extended his hand out for her to shake.
“Please, call me Steve.”
“Y/N.” Y/N shook his hand, eyes wide, and slowly turned to Sam.
“Are you friends with Captain America? When- How did I not know this?”
“I thought I was your only friend Samuel, I’m proud of you.”
Sam’s face immediately fell as Y/N and Steve shared a laugh.
“Well, I have errands to run, but it was an absolute honor to meet you Cap- Steve.” Y/N turned to smile at Steve. He returned the smile and watched as she walked away.
Y/N turned around and continued to walk backward as she yelled out to Sam.
“I’ll see you later Sam! Remember The Bachelor starts at 8 and please bring anything but those stale cookies!”
Sam and Steve chuckled as Y/N disappeared through the doors of the VA, signing off with a wave before turning the corner.
"Speaking of your session, caught the last few minutes, it’s pretty intense.” Steve leaned against the wall, as Sam started to organize the messy stack of pamphlets.
“Yeah, brother. We all got the same problems.” Sam continued to keep his eyes on the task in front of him as Steve watched.
“Guilt, regret.” Sam continued and looked up at Steve with a look in his eyes that Steve was familiar with. Loss.
“You lose someone?”
“My wingman, Riley. Flying a night mission. Standard PJ rescue op. Nothing me, him, and Y/N hadn’t done 1,000 times before. ‘Til an RPG knocked Riley’s dumbass out of the sky. Nothing we could do. It’s like we were up there just to watch.” Steve raised his eyebrows upon hearing Y/N mentioned.
“After that, I had a really hard time finding a reason for being over there, you know? Same thing for Y/N, maybe even worse. She was engaged to Riley, had the whole damn wedding planned out in a notebook. He was the last thing keeping her over there after everything she went through.”
Steve was shocked to learn a little about Y/N’s backstory. He never would have suspected that such a confident person like her to have gone through such a tragedy. He could tell by the look in Sam’s eyes that there was probably more to it, but couldn’t go further into it out of respect to her.
“But you’re happy now, back in the world? Both of you?”
Sam turned side to side to look at the empty hallway they stood in. “The number of people giving me orders is down to about zero.” He chuckled. “So, hell yeah. And I don't want to speak for Y/N, but I'm really proud of her recovery so far. She’s made a lot progress.” He paused as he looked at Steve. “Are you thinking about getting out?”
Steve stared at the ground.
“No.” He paused. “I don’t know.” He returned his eye contact with Sam. “To be honest, I don’t know what I would do with myself if I did.”
“Ultimate fighting?” Steve chuckled at Sam’s comment. “Just a great idea off the top of my head.” Sam smiled as he continued. “Seriously, you could do whatever you want to do. What makes you happy?”
Steve paused, hearing a question he hadn’t thought about in years.
“I don’t know.”
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Could I pls request where reader is giving birth to baby Barnes and what Bucky would be like?
The mission was finally over and they were on their way home. The entire flight, Bucky anxiously bounced his leg as he thought about you. You were now going to be on your last week of pregnancy. He almost didn’t go on this mission because he felt like you needed him more, but you insisted that you’d be fine without him. Especially since Sarah offered to look out for you, just in case.
It helped put his mind somewhat at ease while he was out of the country with Sam. And now that they were back, all he wanted to do was get home and rejoin you on your wait for the arrival of your son. These thoughts still swam in his mind as they landed and turned their phones back on. Both Sam and Bucky were welcomed with multiple notifications.
“Oh god...” Bucky uttered, already thinking the worst. Then he read the most recent text he received from Sarah:
Y/N in labor. Heading to hospital. Get here ASAP.
“Oh god, oh god...” Bucky began to hyperventilate and freak out.
The baby wasn’t meant to come for another week. He just got there. They still had things they needed to set up in the nursery. Did Sarah have your overnight bag? Would everything be okay with your son if he came this early?
“Bucky,” Sam did his best to get him out of his head. “Buck! I need you to calm down, all right? The hospital is 40 minutes away. We need to call for a ride.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready,” Bucky expressed, still needing to take some deep breaths.
“A little too late for that. Bucky.” Sam then spoke in a calmer tone to assure the former Winter Soldier a bit, but still needing to give him a good talking to. “I need you to keep it together, all right? This is a lot, I know, but Y/N is gonna need you. We need to go. All right?”
Bucky gave a prolonged exhale one last time before nodding. Sam was right. It was time to get to his family.
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TFATWS head canon 5/??
The Howling Commandos were a fantastic group of soldiers, from diverse backgrounds. They all went on after the war and told their kids and grandkids and great grandchildren stories about Captain America and Bucky Barnes. One soldier, whose last name was Walker was especially fond of telling these stories.
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Last Mission - Series - Part 7: Somebody to love
Last Mission - Series - WS X Reader; BB X Reader
Warnings: kidnapping, dubcon, themes of stalking and voyeurism, some smut and swearing, and each chapter will have specific warnings as applicable. Minors please do not engage.
Winter Soldier X Reader (she/her); Bucky Barnes X Reader
Summary: you were his mission and unfortunately for you, he was told to bring you in alive
A/N: I am so sorry I spend so much time on food it just makes me happy but perhaps I don't need to write every single meal from now on. And in this AU no one uses the bathroom but they do exist 🤭😆Song referenced in chapter: Valerie June - Somebody to love
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Part 1: Uneasy feelings
Part 2: The long retreat
Part 3: On the run
Part 4: Watching the watcher
Part 5: Swimming with strangers
Part 6: Truth or something like it
Part 7: Somebody to love
You stood and stretched, pouring yourself some water and staring out the window. You could see the soldier starting to cut wood again. This time he lined up rounds of wood and very quickly chopped them. Moving with speed and precision and perhaps even rage. He cut wood until the uncut pile was totally done. He had a made quite a mess of the yard by the end. You poured him a mug of water and brought it out to him. He was sweaty and covered in wood chips. You approached him cautiously as he knelt on the ground gathering little pieces of the split wood for kindling in a basket. "Are you thirsty, you really worked up a sweat there." You said coyly with a small smile. He stayed kneeling and looked up at you in fading late afternoon light. You reached out your hand and brushed a few wood chips from his hair and shoulder. He leaned into your hand, capturing it with his metal hand, bring your fingers his lips. He stood quickly, too close to you, dropping the basket of kindling at his feet. He first grabbed the mug and drank quickly. Finishing the water, he dropped the mug into the basket. He then pulled you to his chest and greedily kissed you, holding you close and feeling your body on his. "I said I would leave you alone Y/N but I can't. You are essential to me now. I can't change what I did but I hope you can understand why I did it?"
You nodded and played with his hair, staring into his blue eyes. "I just... don't know you, James. 24 hours ago I thought you were going to kill me. Give me second to reorient to this information. Look, it's getting dark, you should light the fire soon. I will go back and inside and make a plan for dinner." You gave his bicep a reassuring squeeze and stooped down to pick up his mug, as he would be needing it again soon.
After a few minutes of sorting the food again, you were a bit exasperated. You couldn't think of a very good meal with your ingredients. You had lovely potatoes and garlic and could make jacket potatoes, but they'd be pretty plain dinner with just butter and salt and pepper.
Just then James came back into the cottage, carrying the next drop of supplies and gently setting it down on the small table. The cottage was rapidly losing light. James opened the secret hatch and quickly ran downstairs. He came up with an old-fashioned oil lamp and set it on the square table by the window. He carefully lit the cloth wick with a long match and replaced the glass on top. He brought the lamp over to the higher countertop you were fumbling about at. “I always make sure to put the oil lamp downstairs between visits. I would hate something to happen to this after it was so carefully passed down in my family. It's very old but always been used so it keeps on living way passed it due date. Kind of like me" he chuckled softly,
You were surprised by all this information he shared. And he even told a joke!
You remembered more pertinent details from the briefing file you were asked to study when you were first hired. Fury wanted you to get a feel for what kind of madness SHIELD worked with. The Winter Soldier was both notorious and seen as a bit of a historical oddity, mixing myth and reality so it made for an interesting read for new employees with top secret clearance. The experiments he endured and the murders and the violence that they claim that Winter Soldier committed were fuzzy details for you now. At the time, you didn't want to learn too much about all the awfulness, as it may have scared you to come into work. But you also felt committed to the cause, to make sure that there were good guys fighting the bad guys. You wanted to help in any way you could.
But now with this man standing in front of you, the trauma visible on his body, the fact that he had gone to war a young man in 1943 and now stands before you closed to 90 years later... it was too much. You thought about how he engaged with you. Slow and watchful, perhaps it was him trying to make sense of you. His last 80 or so years being filled with violence and the world had surely changed a lot since he was a young man.
"Let's see what we got in the cooler" he said.
He opened the lid and you could have squealed! Fluffy hot dog buns were laid right on top. You pulled them out and opened the bag and took a big inhale the soft bread and smells of yeast and flour. Delicious. The cooler was well stocked with hot dogs, condiments, an onion and even the makings of s'mores. You were very excited by this prospect of a real campfire experience. You hadn't had one since you were a teenager, if you remembered correctly. James watched your excitement, and it was mirrored in his softened eyes and small smile. He seemed to smile with more frequency today. Very different from the taciturn man from yesterday.
"We finished the wine last night; would you want some more? There's more bottles in the basement." James said.
"Oh sure,” you said. “That would be nice." You were a bit distracted by the massive chocolate bar in your hand. And then you looked up into his eyes and said breathlessly, "the wine and this chocolate will be delicious together.”
He threw his head back and laughed in a kind of strained bark. Like he wasn't used to doing it. "I have never heard of anyone who loves food as much as you, Y/N."
You bustled about and cut the onion and placed everything back into the cooler. James grabbed the cooler and carried it out to the fire pit. He returned to the cottage and went downstairs and quickly returned with a bottle of wine and a sweater. "Here, it's gonna get cold outside. Wear this and grab a blanket on your way out."
You looked around and found the plates and cups he had diligently cleaned after breakfast and hooked the cups on your last three fingers and held the plates between your index finger and thumb. You had the sweater swung over your arm and you leaned to grab the blanket from the foot of the bed on the side where you had slept last night. But then you saw his blanket neatly folded on the floor. You went over and grabbed it, raising it to your nostrils. It smelled like him. You put your face into it more and breathed heavily. Just then he came back through the door of the cottage catching you in the act.
You brought the blanket down a few inches and smiled sheepishly.
He grabbed the things from your hands and bid you to put the sweater on. He then wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and leaned down to kiss you. You lunged at him and wrapped your arms around his torso, standing on your tiptoes to suck on his bottom lip and drag your tongue along it. He kissed you back with increasing intensity but broke it soon after. "Come on, let's go cook our food before the bears get it."
You had a perfectly pleasant campfire that lasted hours. You ate and asked him questions about his youth, his friend Steve, and the time right before he went off to war. He talked about the family that he lost when he was taken hostage in the war. But he trailed off frequently and you could tell it was a sore spot. You desperately wanted to ask him about more recent events. When did he get "woken up" by Hydra? Did he feel anything when he was under? Did it hurt to be woke up or put back to sleep? How did they control his mind? What was his day like while he followed me? How did this cottage come to be stocked? How did he do all of this while also watching me hours on end? The questions died on your lips though because this evening was just too perfect. The fire was dancing beautifully, the blanket, sweater, and socks ensuring you were snuggly warm. You rocked softly back and forth staring into the flames, occasionally humming a song you couldn't get out of your head.
Well, if you're tired and feelin' so lonely/ You wake up at night thinking that only/ If you had somebody/ I'll be somebody/ Somebody to love
Did they tell you there are plenty of fish in the sea/ But you're out in the cold and you're feelin' empty/ Looking for somebody/ I'll be somebody/ Somebody to love
He watched you over the flames. You both drank several mugs of wine. Your cheeks were pink from the wine and the warmth of the fire. The distance between you, him sitting directly across from you, was annoying you. You wanted to feel him. You wanted him.
He drained his mug and got up to go to the wine bottle which was on an empty bench to the right of you. These wooden benches were weather worn but sturdy with a slight curve so that 4 benches totally encircled the fire pit. If you turned your head, you could see the beautiful lake surrounded by lush forest. He pulled your attention back to him by clearing his throat, "Would you like more wine?"
You looked at him a little unsteady and said something that vaguely sounded like “yerp”. A bit of a mix of yes and sure. "Oh maybe not" you giggled. "I am slurring my words"
He just smiled warmly and said "Well, if you change your mind, there’s plenty" and went to sit back down.
"How can you drink so much and seem so unaffected by it?"
"My metabolism runs faster than most people's. I can't get drunk. Which is very annoying when you'd want to be drunk." He chuckled a bit.
"Very interesting, Mr. Barnes." you said with a mischievous grin. "Means you're immune to whiskey dick which is also very annoying when you'd want to... not have that happen"
He opened his eyes wide. "You are a very sexual person, Y/N. I noticed..." He trailed off again, perhaps aware that his watching of you was not okay. Not something he wanted to perhaps bring up right now to remind you of his violation. It certainly was that. But you couldn't help finding all the details of his last week rather fascinating.
"Yes I am. Now," You laughed a little too hard but soon grew serious. "I.. have struggled in the past to express myself. I used to stay quiet and meek and away as self-protection.... some bad things happened to me over the years. I was fairly successful in life, but I made myself small. A few years back I just... couldn't do it anymore. I changed programs in school, broke up with some friends who liked that they could control me, and put some distance between me and my family. I wanted to find myself, my voice, my purpose. When I landed the job at SHIELD I thought I had found that. But it's such a big job that I think it made me want to hide myself away again. The fact you were watching me... I don't know. It was for sure a violation. But it also feels oddly liberating. You already know so much about me. My habits, my preferences, my life... my body. And you seem to want me anyway."
He looked so intently at you. He was leaned over with his arms on his knees with his mug gripped in both hands. Like he was trying to catch every word. "I want you because of what I saw. I can't get enough."
"What do you mean you want me? In what way? I am not like your motorcycle out front or this cottage. I am not a thing to be possessed."
"I know that. I don't see you that way. I just..." he was frustrated. "I don't know what happens next, Y/N. According to Fury, I am an enemy of the state. I am scared I will be captured and put back under by Hydra. And that would mean I failed in my mission to protect you and may lose my memories again."
"So why do you keep... stopping when we..." You couldn't say it. It was too embarrassing.
"Because I don't want to bring you pain, sadness. I don't want you to feel even more used by me. Or misused I guess."
"If we were to... I wouldn't feel misused by you. As you said, I am a very sexual person and I... my body wants you."
He looked a bit sad at that and quickly responded. "It would be taking advantage. I've taking far too many liberties already." He drained his wine again.
His demeanour shifted and he pointed at the s'mores ingredients. They say on the bench untouched as you had both roasted 3 hot dogs and ate them until you felt quite full. "I know you like dessert. How about we make s'mores?"
You smiled broadly. "No, you are wrong I love dessert." You got up and pulled your blanket off your shoulders. You went and grabbed the massive chocolate bar and the full bag of marshmallows. You then returned to your seat. You both had your long sticks from when you jammed them into the hotdog and roasted them over the flame.
"You're missing a few things to make your s'mores." He said while pointing at the graham crackers, unopened on the bench.
"Oh so I am!' you said in feigned surprise. "Perhaps you would be ever so kind and bring them over to me, soldier?"
He smirked and stood up, grabbing his own stick in the process. He quickly grabbed the graham crackers and brought them over to you.
You slid your cushion over just a few inches and patted the bench next to you.
He sat, as far away from you as he could. He opened the crackers and placed them between you on the bench. You opened the chocolate bar and broke off a large piece. You then broke them into smaller pieces and placed those on top of the cookie box. A fragment chipped off one of the perfect squares. A little triangular piece. You picked it up off the bar wrapper and raised it to his lips. He didn't open them, so you playfully pushed it inside his mouth with force. He smiled a bit and chewed. You then opened the marshmallows and offered him the open bag. He took two and put them on his stick.
You did the same, except you took 3 for insurance and then you placed the bag down. You both raised your sticks over the flames. He was carefully rotating his stick and toasting the marshmallows beautifully brown and even. You were... less patient. You kept daring your marshmallows to catch on fire by placing them too close to the flame. He would notice and pull your stick up just in the nick of time. After the 4th time, he grabbed the stick from your hand and passed you his. He sounded a bit annoyed and said "I'll roast, you assemble"
You smiled a grateful smile at him and grabbed a large cracker. You placed a large square of chocolate down on it and rested the two marshmallows across it, still impaled by the stick. You balanced the stick in between your thighs and placed another piece of chocolate on another graham cracker and quickly smooshed it on the other side. You forcibly held it all together and pulled the stick out of the middle. The chocolate was melting and started to run a bit out of the bottom. You lifted the s'more up and you ducked your mouth underneath it to catch the drops.
You looked over and he was smirking at you. However, the other three marshmallows were still safely slow roasting on his stick. You were hoping to distract him a bit since he was so smug about being an excellent marshmallow roaster.
You took your free hand and picked up the box of crackers with the chocolate balanced on top and moved it to the other side of you. You then slid cushion and all right up next to him so that your thigh pressed up against his. You lifted the s'more to his mouth, holding it so he could take a bite. You tried to keep yourself looking innocent, as if it was totally normal to share one's s'more in this way. He had to open his mouth wide to take a bite. But he did, and crunched through all of it. The marshmallow was a bit stringy and some landed on his chin. He chewed awkwardly and you leaned in close and gently flicked the errant marshmallow onto your tongue with your finger. You then took a big bite yourself. It was divine, the double chocolate quite soft in the middle but still firm on the outside nearest the cracker. The crumbly graham cracker was satisfying with the intense sweetness of the roasted marshmallow. He really had done a good job. He took his metal arm and grabbed your wrist a bit roughly. He was done chewing and he had raised your hand with the s'more in front of his lips. His tongue licked melted chocolate that had slid into your palm. It felt so warm and wet and enticing. He then turned your hand down to do the same with the tops of your fingers, sucking softly. You fed him another bite of the s'more and finished the rest yourself. The other marshmallows were perfectly brown and he made another s'more. He ate this one himself, offering you a bite but you declined. "I have eaten so much I may not be able to sleep. I will be rolling around on that mattress like a pig in mud trying to get comfortable."
"I hated when I could see you were restless at night. You would throw your leg over that round pillow on your bed and clutch it, staring out the window at the moon. Sometimes I wondered if you could see me because it felt like you were looking right at me."
You were a bit speechless at this. But eventually responded, "You would have done well to come over and comfort me then. I slept better with my ex when he spooned me. Felt nice to have someone next to me, I guess."
"I think a man dressed all in black with weapons all over his body and a rifle slung on his shoulder wouldn't be a comforting sight in the dark."
You smiled a bit "Perhaps not. But if I had seen what was underneath all that I am sure I would have taken the opportunity to feel you close to me."
He kissed you then. Rough and intense. "You are a shameless flirt. I used to be as well." He said, playfully. Your hands were sticky but you ran them through his hair anyways, needing to feel him. He had wrapped his metal arm around you and you were pressed up against him, half turned on the bench. He had his other hand on your chin, holding you still as he drove his tongue into your mouth, licking your own tongue. You pressed yours into his mouth in return and you swung a leg over his thigh, a bit desperate to be closer to him. He slid his arm down and under you and easily lifted you fully on his lap. You dropped the blanket and pulled it over the bench. You started to unzip your sweater but he stopped you.
"Not out here you will get too cold" He lifted you, like the hero on the cover of one of your romances. Arm under your knees and back, holding you with care. He walked slowly to the cottage and you played with his long hair with your arm that was around his neck.
He used his toe to push the door open, the oil lamp still burning brightly on the workstation from earlier.
Your breath caught in your throat.
In the middle of the room stood Director Fury. "Well, don't you two look cozy."
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Last Mission - Series - Part 6: Truth or something like it
Last Mission - Series - WS X Reader; BB X Reader
Warnings: kidnapping, dubcon, themes of stalking and voyeurism, some smut and swearing, and each chapter will have specific warnings as applicable. Minors please do not engage.
Winter Soldier X Reader (she/her); Bucky Barnes X Reader
Summary: you were his mission and unfortunately for you, he was told to bring you in alive
A/N: Not sure I am very good at dialogue but trying to show rather than tell the story in this one :) Let me know what you think, what you like or not!
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Part 1: Uneasy Feelings
Part 2: The Long Retreat
Part 3: On The Run
Part 4: Watching the watcher
Part 5: Swimming with strangers
Part 6: Truth or something like it
"Good, you're awake. We have many things to discuss, don't we soldier?"
He shifted up and leaned against the wall. He looked worried and responded with a whispered "Okay". You felt your anger bubbling and knew he was aware that something had shifted in the air. You felt your emotions quickly and hotly, always had. But you didn't feel any need to shield him from them or soften your expression of them.
You fluffed your pillows and put them back straight against the wall behind the bed and sunk into them. You had your knees bent under the warm covers, your comfortable shirt and sweatpants providing you coverage as your body was warm and you knew your nipples were hard as they brushed against the cotton. This was not an unpleasant sensation, but it again reminded you that your body was responsive to him in a way you hadn't felt in a long time. You brought the blanket up under your arms like a protective layer between you. You turned back to him, he had one leg down on the floor straight in front of him, one leg bent with his metal arm rested on the kneecap for support. His face was impassive, and he stayed still and breathed slowly, waiting on you to begin.
"I am going to ask as many questions as I want and if you fail to answer to my satisfaction, I will...." You trailed off. You held no power here over this man. You couldn't run, the super solider would hunt you as he promised yesterday. You were unable to overpower him and the little knife, his knife, that you had pocketed wouldn't help you either. You sighed heavily. "Do nothing, we both know I can't hurt you."
He spoke clearly, this time, not in a whisper as before. "Well that's just not true, doll."
You didn't know what that meant. But you didn't want to get sidetracked. "I need to ask you some questions first. I asked if you Fury approved by kidnapping and you said no. But he knows about it and sent supplies. I don't understand how that can be. I trusted Fury...." Tears. welled in your eyes. "Maybe I was wrong about him."
He just stared into your eyes; empathy apparent in his bright blue eyes but made no move to explain himself. You let out a frustrated huff. "Don't you have anything to say?"
"I thought you wanted to ask me questions, I was trying to wait patiently and not interrupt you until you asked your questions."
"You are infuriating to talk to. Okay fine. Let me pepper you with questions. Who were those men with you in the van?"
"Trusted friends that I knew could get us out of there without a hitch."
"Why did you kidnap me?"
"See, you keep using that word and I wanted to correct you last night, but you were so tired and scared. I thought it best to just let you rest a bit. But I see it more as a successful and discreet street level rescue mission. Very successful from Fury's point of view."
"Oh, so you rescued me?” You snarked back at him, “Who from?"
"Hydra. From within SHIELD, Hydra agents had been plotting to kidnap you, torture you, and eventually, collect ransom for your release from the United States government to fund their criminal operations."
"Don't you work for Hydra?"
An angry look crossed his face "No, I was once their... asset. But each time they woke me up for a mission I... retained a bit more of myself. I slowly started to remember who I was. I resisted..."
"But you said I was your mission. So if that were true, wouldn't you have handed me over to them by now? Or are they on their way? Or perhaps, did you lie to me to get me to shut up?"
"I didn't lie to you when I said you were my mission. My mission from Hydra was given to me a few months ago. I was to follow you and track you. Assess your openness to the cause and try to recruit you."
"Then how come you never approached me. Or anyone else from Hydra for that matter."
"Because we knew you'd never be a Hydra pawn. I was convinced of that from the first day I tracked you."
"When was that? Why did you think I couldn't be recruited?"
"August 1st. It was a Sunday, and you were sitting in your kitchen at the table in your housecoat. I had the sight of my sniper rifle trained on you from the building across the street, I basically lived up there for the last 8 weeks. I watched you closely, analyzing your patterns, followed you and sometimes even watched you from only a few feet away in public. I just knew that would never help Hydra."
"So I was being watched. You were watching me. Fury said he had been watching the watchers. Fury was watching you?"
"At first. I noticed I was being trailed after I followed you to work. I was sloppy, I followed you too closely and was made. Embarrassing, if I am honest. So I paid Director Fury a visit at home after I gave the SHIELD agents trailing me the slip. I gave him a scare by sitting in his living room in the dark. He just about shot me. But I explained myself to him and he decided we were on the same team."
"What made him think that?"
He hesitated and looked away from you. "Look at me!" you yelled. "This isn't a fucking joke. You just confessed to watching me in my home, in my most private moments for 2 months?!"
"I don't find any of this funny, doll, promise." He sighed heavily. "I told Fury that Hydra had woken me up in order to make sure that you were kidnapped and that the whole fleet of SHIELD agents that protect you were killed in the attempt. Hydra didn't want any mistakes as you are viewed as a very important target, but they also wanted to destabilize his leadership within SHIELD. The media would eat up your kidnapping, especially if it was done to make a big scene in downtown Manhattan with many SHIELD casualties and therefore, the US government would pay handsomely to get you home alive and well and a new Director would be installed."
"But I don't understand, why would Hydra trust you?"
"I played the double agent. Reporting to both Hydra and Fury within SHIELD HQ, getting in and out unseen with both of their help. And I got to see you occasionally. From a distance of course." He blushed looking absolutely mortified with himself for saying that.
"But you said you rescued me. From who? I didn't see anything."
"From Hydra, from Rumlow's squad of goons. I knew that the tide had shifted after your meeting yesterday afternoon and for the past week they weren't interested in my field reports anymore. They were sidelining me, and I knew it was because the plan was in motion and no longer trusted me to execute it. When you left work early and off schedule it was the perfect opportunity to extract you to a safe house. It was Fury's idea to try to draw them out by slipping a fake detail on your whereabouts. He kind of used you as bait. But not without letting me know first. I think... he was convinced I would do what I had to... to keep you safe."
"So this is a SHIELD safehouse?"
"No, this is my family's cottage. I built this cottage with my dad and grandfather when I was 14 years old. They owned the whole property, lake included. At the time this land was not worth a damn thing, my grandpa bought it for $1000 cash. It had been clear cut and quarried and was presumed worthless. Little did they know that a beautiful private lake only 4 hours from NYC would be worth something in a hundred years. It was left to a cousin and then to his son as I was assumed dead since 1943. The son died recently but not before I went to meet him. He... recognized me. He had the will changed a few weeks before he passed and left this property to..." He trailed off again and went quiet.
"Who did you ask the property to be willed to?"
He looked stricken. He didn’t want to say.
"Fine you don’t have to tell me.. but you did kidnap -"
He cut you off. "Rescued. Rumlow's squad was literally on their way to your apartment to greet you after they realized Fury lied and distracted them."
"Still, you stalked me, hunted me, scared the shit out of me, man-handled me, watched me in my most private space." You blushed thinking about how even your bedroom window would have been visible across the street from that high vantage point as your apartment spanned the entire front of the 3-storey building you rented in. He had probably seen you eat about 50 bowls of ramen, dozens of cookies and ice cream bars, laying naked on the couch under your favourite fluffy blanket watching tv for hours on end. Or perhaps reading your smutty historical romance books and masturbating on every surface in your place. Your kitchen table, with a leg up on the chair next to yours, book in one hand and the other hand slowly rubbing your clit. On your couch; in the comfortable chair by the window; or legs spread wide open on your bed, vibrator between your legs, hands on your breasts, moaning loudly to your own ministrations.
You looked at him again. He was perfectly still for this whole conversation. Just watching and gauging your reactions.
You angrily spit out at him "Do you have nothing to say? Can't you understand why I am so freaked out by all this?"
He looked crestfallen. "Oh Y/N, trust me, I know I have breached your trust a million different ways. Each night when I watched you crawl into bed I.... knew if you ever knew you'd be disgusted by me. Repulsed by me. And I can't blame you, I have done many repulsive things as the Winter Soldier. But from day one, watching you... I was no longer the Winter Solider. I was Bucky Barnes... and that's so much worse. Because when a man loves..." He stopped dead. Pursed his lips closed and dropped his gaze from yours.
You shifted uncomfortably in the bed. Drawing your knees tightly to your chest under the blanket. Did he just confess that he loves me? He doesn't know me. I spoke to him for the first time ever yesterday when I was yelling and striking him in a van after being kidnapped off a Brooklyn street. You looked back over to him, his head was still turned down, but he was sneaking fleeting glimpses of you.
"Finish that sentence, Soldier. That’s an order."
He raised his head, eyes swimming with moisture and bright blue. "Because when a man loves a woman, he doesn't stalk her and watch her from the sight of sniper rifle."
Your breath caught in your throat. "You claim to love me, do you even know what that word means?" Both of you were on the verge of tears in another quiet stalemate. Your stomach growled noisily. You rubbed your abdomen. The room was dark and cold now. The fire long since forgotten and the sun just a small sliver on the horizon. "Look, it's been an intense discussion. Thank you for finally answering me with complete sentences. Perhaps we should build a fire outside in that nice fire pit and get some air. We also need to find some food."
He nodded and slowly stood, "Fury's drone should have sent another supply drop by now. I will go look for it." He hesitated at the door and said over his shoulder. "I... am sorry I ruined your opinion of me in this way... by breaching your privacy and trust. I really did think I was protecting you. Once we get the ‘all clear’ from Fury I will leave you alone. I will make sure you are safe and then never bother you again. I really am sorry, Y/N." He walked out and closed the door gently.
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The One That Got Away
Chapter 3: One True Love
Summary: Bucky and Charlie bond over their mutual love for litterature, opening a little bit more of themselves to the other.
Word Count: 5.7k
TW: Fluff, so much fluff.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Bucky and Charlie could have stayed on the phone for hours without getting bored or tired but Charlie’s mom needed to use the phone and made her hang-up after an hour of them talking.
Bucky seemed better than when she left him that afternoon but she was still worried about him. She wondered if he had told Steve yet, or if he was waiting until it was official. He clearly wasn’t taking the news very well and Steve would only be excited, hoping he would get drafted too when the moment came.
Charlie spent the rest of her night thinking about Bucky and what she could do to help him. From what the soldiers had said, they still had two months before they would start drafting men and she was determined to make the most of it.
She woke up the next day feeling a little bit anxious and nervous for her friend. Charlie had a habit of taking on other people’s problems and making them her own. Friends and family had told her on multiple occasions to be careful, that it wasn’t her responsibility to help the whole world but that was who Charlie was, at least she was trying to do something to help.
It was Thursday, and on Thursdays Charlie would be in the back office working on updating all the patients’ files that hadn’t been updated throughout the week for a lack of time. She was thankful for that, her thoughts being anywhere but at work. She had asked the woman who took her place at the front desk to let her know if Steve came in at some point during the day.
She spent the whole morning listening to music on the radio while slowly working her way through the files that had piled up during the week. Most people hated updating the files but Charlie loved it. It allowed her to catch up on the patients, sometimes wondering what had happened to them and it was a lot more relaxing than being with the patients. As much as she loved being with them, she needed some time alone from time to time. A small break from all the action.
When noon came around, Charlie had just finished updating a file and thought it was the perfect time for a break. She took the time to clean up her desk, knowing that if she didn’t do it now she would put it off until the end of the day and then curse herself for it. After making sure that everything that was done was put away, she walked out of the small office and closed the door behind her, locking it.
She went to the break room to get her lunch, walking in she saw that most nurses and doctors were sitting down at the large table and there weren’t any seat left for her. She grabbed her brown paper bag containing her lunch and decided to go eat outside, it was a nice sunny day might as well enjoy it, she thought.
When she walked outside, it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to how bright the sun was shining. The office where she had been all morning didn’t have any windows and she had gotten used to the darkness. After blinking a few times to get her eyes into focus, she noticed a familiar face waiting for her in front of the clinic.
She panicked. Was something wrong? Did she forget that they had made plans?
Bucky, seeing her confusion, smiled and approached her.
‘’I hope you don’t mind. I thought we could eat together again today.’’ He smiled, shyly.
Charlie felt relief wash over her and allowed herself to smile back.
‘’I would love to.’’ She grinned.
She took a moment to look him over. He looked a lot better than he did yesterday, his eyes had that spark she loved so much again.
‘’D’you want to go back to the diner?’’ He asked, no specific plans in mind.
Charlie looked at the diner across the street and then looked down to the sad little paper bag she was holding, a soggy sandwich waiting for her at the bottom of it.
‘’Sounds a lot better than the lunch I was about to have. Just give me a minute, I’ll go put it back.’’ She raised her hand that was holding the bag and gave it a sad look.
Bucky laughed and nodded, letting her know he would be waiting right here.
Charlie made her way inside, all the way to the back to the break room and put her lunch back. She’ll just save it for tomorrow. She quickly made her way back outside, this time her eyes getting used to the light a lot quicker and she smiled at Bucky.
‘’Let’s go.’’ She said, walking towards Bucky.
She had almost reached the street to cross, no cars in sight when she felt a hand grab her wrist and slowly pull her back. She turned her head to look at the hand holding her and stepped back. She was confused as to why Bucky had held her back, it had been safe to cross the street.
‘’Is everything ok?’’ She looked at him, concerned. He was frowning and looked nervous.
He was biting his lower lip, just like Charlie did when she was nervous. He pulled gently on her arm, bringing her closer to him while walking towards her, closing the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged tightly, just like he had done yesterday.
It only took a second before Charlie realized what was happening, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him right back. Bucky was taller than her and she loved the height difference when they hugged.
She let her head rest on his chest, waiting until he let go before stepping back and looking at him.
‘’Feeling better?’’ A small smile forming on her lips, seeing the red flush his cheeks.
Bucky hadn’t planned on hugging her. Being close to her reminded him of the hug they had shared yesterday before she had to go back to work and how calming it had been. He wanted, and needed, to feel the calm again. Without even thinking about it he had grabbed her and before he knew it she was snuggled tightly in his arms.
He felt a lot more calm but he was also embarrassed by what he had just done. He wasn’t really the hugging type, especially not with people he barely knew but there was something about Charlie that made him want to be vulnerable. Like he could bare his soul to her and she would heal every little piece that needed healing.
He looked at her for a few seconds, still not over what he had just done and blushed. She looked at him with such warmth and concern that his embarrassment quickly dissipated.
‘’A lot better.’’
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and together, they crossed the street to their new favourite spot.
The next day, exactly at noon, Bucky was waiting for her again. This time he had brought his own little paper bag and together they sad on the grass under a tree to hide in the shade.
They spent the entire lunch time talking, sharing some of their lunch with the other.
After the whole Wednesday incident, they had gotten closer. The only person he trusted when he felt vulnerable was Steve and now Charlie had seen him in a very vulnerable moment and the way she reacted to it just made him trust her more.
Charlie quickly learned that once Bucky liked you, he really liked to touch. He was hugging her a lot more often, when they were walking he had one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, whenever she had to walk in front of him he often had his hand on the small of her back, letting her know he was still there.
At first, it made her blush a lot. She wasn’t used to that kind of attention from men. She quickly learned to love it, looking forward to his hugs. She found herself leaning into him automatically when they were walking, almost he sync with the movement of his arm being wrapped around her.
It was crazy to think that in as little as 48 hours they had gotten so close. It was just so easy for them to be comfortable with one another.
They had finished their lunch, Charlie was picking up their leftovers to throw them in the garbage can out front. She walked back to Bucky and sat next to him.
‘’You should come over tonight.’’ She said, turning her heard to look at him. ‘’I want to show you my book collection.’’
‘’Books, uh? Count me in.’’ He grinned. ‘’What time is your shift over? Should I just meet you back here and then we can walk together?’’
‘’That’s perfect. I’m usually done around 4. If I’m not outside you can come in, it shouldn’t go past that. That’s when the night shift starts.’’
Bucky stood up, holding out both his hands in front of her. She put her hands in his and let him help her get up. She used her hands to straighten up her dress, sitting on the grass with it hadn’t been a really good idea.
‘’I’ll be here at 4, then.’’
It was time for her to go back to work, Bucky walked to her and hugged her, once again. He was still a little bit hesitant, so far it hadn’t looked like it was bothering her but he promised himself that if there was any sign from her that he was making her uncomfortable, he would stop immediately. Little did he know that he didn’t have to worry, Charlie loved his hugs as much as he loved hers.
‘’I’ll see you later, James.’’
‘’See you later, Lily.’’ He watched her walk back inside and made his way home.
After her lunch break, Charlie made her way to the back office and finished the work she had started the day before. It was a slow day and there were enough girls to cover the front, nurse Jones suggesting to Charlie that she could continue updating the files if she wanted. An offer that she gladly accepted, needing the calm. Plus it was Friday and she loved Fridays because it meant that she would leave work earlier than the rest of the week. It was shaping up to be a good day.
The last 3 hours of her shift went by painfully slow. She kept looking at the clock on the wall in front of her, every time she thought 10 minutes had gone by she would look up to realize that it had barely been 2 minutes since the last time she looked. She was excited to show Bucky all of her books and spend time with him which made working feel like a nuisance.
Looking up only to notice it had barely been 5 minutes since the last time she checked, she let a groan escaped her lips and she fell back into her chair. She covered her face with both her hands and sighed. She usually didn’t mind being at work, but today was not the case. She got up and walked over to the wall, bringing her chair with her. She climbed on it and grabbed the clock that had been driving her crazy. Stepping back, she placed the clocked face down on the ground and walked to her desk with her chair, moving it to its original place and sitting down.
‘’Okay Charlie. You need to focus now.’’ She told herself, out lout, as if it would help.
It strangely did. The rest of the afternoon went by a lot faster. The first few minutes after taking down the clock, she had the urge to walk over to it and look at the time but fought against it and finally won. She focused on her work, never bothering to look up again, until she heard a small knock on her door. Taking her attention away from her files and to the door, she told them to come in.
She was surprised to see the man in charge of the night shift looking back at her once the door had opened.
‘’Miss Mathews, your shift ended 10 minutes ago. What are you still doing here?’’ He looked amused.
Charlie jumped up from her chair, panicked.
‘’Is it really 4:10 already?’’
The man only nodded as an answer and couldn’t help but chuckle, seeing Charlie trying to rush and clean up the desk. Being called by one of the night nurses, he wished her a good weekend and left.
Charlie had never cleared up her desk as quickly as she did that afternoon. She grabbed her bag and her jacket and rushed to the front of the clinic, hoping Bucky would be late and that she hadn’t made him wait. Unfortunately for her, Bucky had been on time. Even a little bit early. He patiently waited for her, sitting on a chair in the waiting area and reading whatever book they had left out on the small table for patients while they waited.
When she noticed him sitting patiently, engrossed in what he was reading, she softly cursed under her breath and rushed to him.
‘’James! I’m so sorry, I lost track of time. Which is ironic because after coming back from our lunch I thought the afternoon would never end, I even took down the clock from the wall because I felt like it kept nagging me on how slowly time passed and then suddenly it was 10 past 4 and I am late I am so, so, sorry.’’ She rambled on, not even taking a second to breathe in between sentences.
Bucky looked up at her and put down the book he had been holding. He stood up, listening to Charlie, a small smile on his lips. He chuckled and grabbed her by the shoulders to break her from her trance.
‘’Charlie..’’ He tried to cut her off, but she kept going. ‘’Lily!!!’’ He said a little bit louder.
Her eyes found his quickly at her nickname, finally making her stop apologizing. When she finally looked at him he smiled at her.
‘’Hi.’’ He said. She smiled at him. ‘’It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It’s Friday, we have all the time in the world.’’
She felt a wave of embarrassment rushing through her, finally realizing at how insane she must have sounded. She blushed and looked down.
‘’Sorry.’’ She whispered.
Bucky started laughing. ‘’Please, stop apologizing, it’s okay.’’
Still holding her by the shoulders, he slowly pulled her towards him and hugged her. He felt her relax against him and then felt her arms wrapping around him, hugging him back. Always waiting for Bucky to be the first to let go, she stepped back when she felt him loosen his hold on her.
‘’Let’s go.’’ She turned around to walk out.
She waved goodbye to her coworkers, wishing them a great weekend and smiling at everyone. Bucky walked in front of her to open the door and held it open for her, following behind once she was outside. He wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders and they started making their way to her house. They walked in a comfortable silence, enjoying the sun and watching kids running around the streets, coming back from school.
With her house in sight, Bucky turned his head towards Charlie and looked down at her.
‘’Won’t your parents mind me coming over?’’ His question made Charlie look up at him.
She shrugged. ‘’They aren’t going to be home for a few more hours.’’
Getting closer to her front door, Charlie started going through her purse, looking for her keys. After a few seconds of fumbling around, she finally felt them under her fingers and grabbed them, bringing them to the locks. Opening the door she walked inside, stepping aside to let Bucky walk in and then closed the door behind him.
Bucky had seen her house, at least the outside, on multiple occasions when he walked her home with Steve. It was a gorgeous house, clearly her parents had money and lots of it. But now, being inside, he felt so out of place.
His family wasn’t what you would call poor but they were far from being rich. They would have enough money for necessities but not a cent left for ‘’extras’’ as his mom called luxuries. Bucky found a few odd jobs, working here and there to make money. He gave most of his paychecks to his mom, keeping just a little bit aside for when he wanted to go out or buy presents for his family members.
Standing in Charlie’s house, Bucky felt like he didn’t belong in here. The house was even more beautiful inside and it looked even bigger, somehow, than when he was standing outside. He looked around, looking almost nervous. As if someone would know he wasn’t supposed to be there and come kick him out.
Charlie took off her shoes, Bucky doing the same thing shortly after.
‘’Welcome to my home.’’ She said with a warm smile.
He finally turned his attention back to her, her smile making him feel better. There was something about her that made him feel... special. The way she would look at him, smile at him or cheer him on whenever he was doing something he didn’t think he could. Charlie made him feel like he was worthy of anything, even a house like this. Clearly, she had the means to be looking down on him and his entire family. Like every other rich families did with people like him, but she never did. She was kind to everybody, never looking down on anyone. She always made everybody feel like they were important and worthy of her time. He thought she had one of the most beautiful hearts he had seen, even better than Steve’s and he didn’t think such a thing was possible.
Charlie gave Bucky a quick tour, walking around, pointing at rooms. After finishing their ‘’tour’’, Charlie guided them upstairs to her room. When she opened the door to let him in, Bucky was surprised to see what was in front of him.
Her room was big, huge compared to his that he had to share with one of his siblings, and it was extremely neat. Her bed was made, not a single wrinkle could be seen on her covers. An entire wall was covered in book shelves, but clearly they weren’t enough because there were small piles of books on the floor and even those piles were neatly stacked near the shelves.
‘’I knew you liked to read but this...’’ He waved his hand around, gesturing towards her book collection ‘’This is insane.’’ Charlie laughed.
‘’I know, I know. It’s a problem’’ She laughed once more. ‘’I just...’’ She paused, thinking for a few seconds and blushed. ‘’I just love to escape reality sometimes.’’
He nodded, agreeing with her. He must admit, if he had the kind of money her parents did, his room would probably look very similar to hers. He looked around a little, curious. He walked over to her desk, the one she used to get ready every morning. Her hairbrush, hair ties, hair pins were all placed neatly in front of the mirror along with her makeup. What surprised him was the amount of jewellery she owned, especially necklaces. There must have been 10 different ones placed on small hooks, and yet ever since he had met her he always saw her with the same one.
He turned towards her, pointing at all the necklaces and raising an eyebrow, curiously.
‘’You have all these necklaces, but you always wear the same one.’’ He then pointed at the necklace she was wearing. She nodded and he let his hand fall back next to his body. ‘’Why?’’ He asked.
Charlie chewed on her bottom lip and her hand reached up to touch her necklace, she looked nervous.
‘’If I tell you, promise you won’t laugh at me.’’ She says while sitting down on the edge of her bed.
‘’I would never laugh at you. I promise.’’ He was even more curious.
He grabbed the chair from her desk and brought it closer to her bed, sitting in front of her.
‘’My grandmother gave me this necklace when I was 10 years old.’’ She started.
Her necklace was made of silver, a thin chain was holding a small heart locket. The locket lying between both her collarbones. She raised a hand to it and smiled.
‘’She had one very similar that I had always loved, ever since I was a little girl. She said that my grandfather gave it to her when they started dating. I think it was on their second date. He said that the moment he had laid eyes on her he knew she was going to be his wife. When he gave it to her, he opened the locket and inside one of the halves was a picture of him and the other half was empty. He told her that she was meant to put her picture on the other side and this way they would always be together, near her heart, even when they weren’t.’’
‘’They were so in love.’’ She continued, not really looking at Bucky. Just remembering the moment her grandmother had given her the necklace, a sad smile formed on her lips. Charlie opened her own locket.
One half was empty and the other one had a picture of herself.
‘’She gave this one to me, saying that when I meet the man I was going to marry, the love of my life, I’ll be able to put his picture in it with mine, that way he’ll always be close to my heart like the love of her life was close to hers.’’ She took a small pause, snapping the heart shut. ‘’My grandfather died the next year and she followed soon after. Broken heart syndrome the doctor told us. She literally couldn’t live without him.’’
She was smiling but a few tears fell down her cheeks. It had been almost 15 years but she still missed them every single day. Bucky quickly reached up and wiped away her tears.
‘’My parents got married because it was a good business move for both their families. They get along fine but they aren’t in love. Not the way my grandparents were and I don’t want that. I want to marry someone because we love each other and can’t live without one another, not because it’s the ‘’right’’ thing to do. I wear the necklace every day to remind myself, but mostly remind my parents, that I won’t settle for less. They have been pushing me for years to marry any guy that can ‘’provide’’ for me so I can be a dutiful housewife.’’
Bucky chuckled, knowing full well that wasn’t going to happen. She was too independent and she loved her job too much to give it all up for some guy and spend all her days at home, by herself, cleaning and cooking.
‘’Like that’s ever gonna happen.’’ Charlie snorted, as if she could read his mind.
‘’That’s a beautiful story.’’ He smiled at her. ‘’Whoever ends up in the other half is going to be a very lucky man, and he better treat you right because it’ll be my pleasure to hurt him if he doesn’t.’’
She laughed at the threat.
‘’What? It’s true.’’
‘’Oh, I know. That’s why I laughed. Because I know you will be more than happy to remind him about that.’’
‘’Damn right.’’ Bucky smiled and winked.
Charlie shook her head, rolling her eyes as if she was annoyed but the big smile on her face proved differently.
They looked at each other, smiling for what felt like hours but in reality was just a minute. Both subconsciously hoping that Bucky would be her other half but never willingly admitting it to themselves.
They finally broke eye contact and Bucky got up, walking over to her book shelves. He looked the books over, glancing at them. He turned around to look at Charlie who had gotten up short after and was now standing behind him, raising an eyebrow and smirking at her.
‘’Are they in alphabetical order?’’ He teased.
Charlie nodded and chewed on her bottom lip a few seconds before adding ‘’And sorted by genre.’’
‘’Amazing.’’ Bucky said, turning back to the books and starting at the far left to make his way through the alphabets and genres.
After a few minute he gasped.
‘’Is that a first edition of The Hobbit?’’ He looked at her with wild eyes.
‘’Yes!’’ She said, excitedly.
‘’It’s such a good book, isn’t it? I used to have a first edition copy, too. I brought it with me everywhere I went and I ended up losing it.’’ He pouted at the memory of the heartbreak he felt when he realized he had lost one of his favourite books.
Charlie mimicked his pout, sympathizing with him. ‘’I’m sorry James.’’
She reached out and squeezed his shoulder in her hand, trying to comfort him.
‘’It’s okay.’’ Bucky said dramatically ‘’I’ve grieved. I still miss it, but I try to not think about it. It hurts too much, you know?’’ Wiping a tear that isn’t there.
‘’I understand.’’ She nodded, being just as dramatic as he was being.
They looked at each other, completely serious before starting to laugh like they had just told the most hilarious joke of all times.
‘’Dork.’’ She said, sticking out her tongue at him once they had calmed down.
‘’Takes one to know one, sweetheart.’’ He smirked and looked at the books again, missing the way Charlie blushed at the new nickname.
‘’You’re welcome to borrow whichever ones you like.’’ Noticing how Bucky was eyeing some of them. ‘’I haven’t read them all yet, but I really don’t mind if you want to bring some home with you. As long as you don’t keep them from me forever.’’ She laughed.
He smiled and pointed at a book. ‘’Could I borrow this one? I’ve been wanting to read it forever but never found it anywhere.’’
‘’I know! The reviews were so good, everyone jumped on it. I went to every book store I could think of to find it. There were only a few copies left and I never saw it for sell again. I haven’t read it yet, it was the next one on my list but you can definitely borrow it. I’ll just read it after you bring it back.’’ She smiled, not even hesitating to let him be the one to read it first.
He felt bad to be taking it from her, even if it was just for a couple of weeks. He shook his head, a shy smile on his face.
‘’No, no. It’s okay. You should be the one to read it first. I’ll look for something else.’’
‘’Nonsense. Take it. I have plenty more to keep me busy.’’
He almost melted right where he stood. The way she was looking at him, as if just the thought of making him happy by borrowing the book was more than enough to make her happy made his heart flutter. Hesitating for a few seconds, he grabbed the book in question and turned around to completely face her.
‘’Actually, I have a better idea.’’
She looked at him surprised and curious, following him with her eyes. He walked over to her bed and sat down, his back against her headboard, rearranging all her pillows and decorative cushions in a way that almost made it look like he had just made himself a cocoon made out of her pillows.
‘’What are you doing?’’ She laughed.
He grinned at her and patted the spot next to him.
‘’Come over here. We’ll read it together.’’
Charlie swore that in that moment her heart skipped a few beats and she tried to not think about what that meant. Without hesitating she made her way to her bed and sat down next to Bucky.
‘’How are we doing this?’’ She asked.
‘’Maybe I can read it to you? That way we’ll be following at the same time.’’
Again, her heart skipped a few more beats and with how close they were sitting and she sincerely hoped Bucky hadn’t noticed. Not trusting her voice in this moment, she simply nodded.
Bucky couldn’t have noticed, he was too busy focusing on the way his heartbeat had sped up when she agreed to sit next to him and let him read to her. He acted before thinking, mad at himself for doing so. Something he found himself doing a lot when he was around Charlie. He didn’t know what took over him but the idea popped into his mind and before he could stop himself, it was too late and he was already on her bed. He couldn’t understand why he was acting this way with her, he just hoped she wouldn’t think he was being too weird and that it wouldn’t make her want to stop hanging out with him. He feared that some day he’d cross the line between friendly and cute to clingy and annoying, scaring her away in the process.
He reached his arm around her, bringing her closer to him so he could hold the book for the both of them.
When she felt how close he was, she felt heat creep up on her cheeks and she was thankful that he was too busy getting comfortable to notice it.
Charlie sat down a little lower on her bed so that Bucky didn’t have to hold up the arm that was around her. Soon enough, he started reading to her and after a few pages Charlie thought that his voice was the best sound she had ever heard and that she would never get tired of hearing it.
By the end of chapter 2, Charlie had readjusted herself, feeling how Bucky’s body was already tiring from their position. She had gotten impossibly closer to him, the back of her head was now resting under his collarbone. His arm that had previously been around her shoulder was now around her middle, resting on her stomach. Her arm was resting on top his, playing with the hem of his sleeve.
Too engrossed in the story, and each other, neither Charlie or Bucky heard the front door open and close downstairs.
Her parents were home and were surprised to find a pair of shoes that clearly weren’t Charlie’s next to the front door. They stopped moving, listening to see if they could figure out where she was. The only sound in the house was coming from her room. A man’s voice. A voice they soon recognized to be Bucky’s. They listened for a few more minutes, trying to figure out what was being said and finally understanding that he was reading something to her.
They moved to the living room and slowly closed the door behind them, trying not to make a sound. Charlie’s mom looked panicked while her dad looked angry.
‘’That’s the boy she’s been spending all of her time with?’’ He hissed. ‘’I thought she was with the Rogers boy!’’
Her mom glared at her dad.
‘’Lower your voice before they hear you.’’ She hissed back. ‘’I thought it was the Rogers boy, this is news to me, too.’’
Charlie’s dad started pacing, shaking his head.
‘’This.’’ He waved in the general direction of Charlie’s room. ‘’Cannot happen. Steve Rogers wasn’t a threat but Barnes has a reputation. He can get any single girl he wants, not one of them being able to resist him. Every single person in this town knows how he is.’’ He was so angry, his skin looked almost purple.
Her mom wasn’t in a better shape.
It would have been easy to mistake their anger for concern, anyone who could have been listening in could have sympathized with her parents. They were concerned that their daughter could possibly get her heartbroken. Then, her dad spoke again.
‘’My daughter isn’t going to fall in love with some...’’ He trailed off, looking for the perfect word to describe Bucky. ‘’low-class bastard.’’ He added with disgust.
And there it was. Her parents weren’t concern with her well-being, they weren’t worried about her possibly getting hurt or having her heart broken. No. They were concerned that their daughter might be falling in love with a man they didn’t approve of. A man that couldn’t provide for her, that couldn’t bring anything to their family. Marriage had nothing to do with love, marriage was a business transaction. They needed to gain something out of it and love wasn’t something they were interested in.
They had noticed how their daughter seemed happier, chipper even. She was barely even home and she was always in a good mood. They thought it was because she had found a new friend in Steve but now they understood what it really was. James Buchanan Barnes was corrupting their daughter, ruining any chance for them to make her marry a man of their choice.
They stared at each other in silence, the faint sound of Bucky’s voice reaching the living room then the sound of laughter filled the house. Charlie’s laugh. It made her parents cringe.
‘’We need to put a stop to this.’’ Her mom whispered angrily.
‘’We are going to do everything we can, darling.’’ Her dad got even more angry when Charlie laughed again. ‘’There is no way in hell I’m letting Barnes anywhere near our daughter. I don’t give a damn about how she feels.’’
Her dad stopped for a minute, thinking.
‘’I’ll make it so that she won’t have a choice but to listen to what we want.’’ He smirked. ‘’It’s going to be us or him.’’
An ultimatum. Her family or her best friend. Either way, Charlie’s heart was about to be broken and her parents couldn’t wait to see it all happen.
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Last Mission - Series - Part 5: Swimming with strangers
Last Mission - Series - WS X Reader; BB X Reader
Warnings: kidnapping, dubcon, themes of stalking and voyeurism, some smut and swearing, and each chapter will have specific warnings as applicable. Minors please do not engage.
Winter Soldier X Reader (she/her); Bucky Barnes X Reader
Summary: you were his mission and unfortunately for you, he was told to bring you in alive
A/N: Would love to hear feedback, constructive criticism, and whatever else you want to say! I love detail and a slow burn but maybe it's too slow? Maybe its not even a spark let alone a burn.... Lemme know!
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Part 1: Uneasy Feelings
Part 2: The Long Retreat
Part 3: On The Run
Part 4: Watching the watcher
Part 5: Swimming with strangers
You awoke after a while to find yourself alone in the cottage. Your heart raced a bit when you saw the pillows and blanket folded perfectly and the pillows stacked squarely on top on the bed next you. Your eyes adjusted to the bright light, sun blazing into the window. It must have been a south facing window catching the bright mid-morning sun. You slowly got out of bed and reached for a cup. The dishes from the night before had been washed and were neatly stacked on the long table against the back wall of the cottage. You took the mug you used last night as you had noticed there was a small chip on the handle, and you liked to rub your thumb over it absentmindedly. It gave you sensation to concentrate on. You lifted the heavy jug and poured some water into your mug. You drank greedily and poured yourself another. You turned and walked towards the window, trying to see through the intense sunlight. As you placed your hand over your eyes and peered out as close to the glass as you could get, your watchful solider came into view. He was sat on a piece of wood, probably the stump used as a chopping block by the looks of it. He was staring at you, his eyes focused intently. As the sun was at his back and high overhead, he could probably see you crystal clear through the window. Startled, you moved away from the window and looked around the cottage. It was all neatly organized, everything you had seen in the containers put into view or accessible. Plus more things had arrived. In the corner by the door there was a small square cooler which appeared to be a battery-operated mobile fridge. You opened the top to peer in and you were pleasantly surprised to see cream, eggs, bacon, maple syrup, butter, and a few other fresh grocery items. There was also a heavy bag of vegetables and fruit laid next to the cooler. All crisp and green. You started to look through them and got excited thinking of the amazing breakfast you could make with this collection of items. They looked like they had come straight from a farmers’ market.
You walked over to the stove to find it cold. And then you heard the familiar rhythm of someone cutting wood. The tempo was steady. You returned to the window to see your soldier meticulously cutting wood the perfect size to easily fit in the cookstove, not too large so that it didn't fit through the door but not so small that they would burn up quickly. He had changed back into his familiar tactical pants and leather jacket.
You opened the door and stepped out on to the porch in you sock feet. You walked around the edge and found that your soldier was piling the wood into his arms.
"Good morning, Y/N" he said as he looked up from his kneeling position, metal arm piled high with wood leaned against his broad chest.
"Good morning, James" you said in return. The use of his name took him by surprise, and he raised his eyebrows for just a moment before dropping them down again.
"Did you sleep well?"
"I did, much better than expected actually"
"I am glad to hear it. Did you see the delivery? A drone dropped it off a few hours ago. There was a note saying ‘sit tight’ from Nick Fury. Would you like to see it?"
"Umm no, it’s okay, I believe you, James." You don't know what changed overnight but something did. You woke not scared of this man. You woke up to a thoughtful and carefully organized cottage, and he managed to do it all silently as your slept just feet away. And then once you had awoken, he had started to chop wood, but not a moment before.
"You were busy when I was asleep. I must sleep pretty heavy if you could do all that. You brought up more things from the basement and organized the whole place"
"Oh yeah, well, I learned to move pretty quietly..."
The unstated words hung in the air. He moved quietly as it is easier to kill people when they don't hear you coming.
You decided to shift the subject. The note from Fury.... "So, does that mean that Fury asked you to kidnap me? Why?"
"No he didn't ask me to, but he is glad I did"
Your eyebrows stitched together in consternation. "What does that mean? You kidnapped me for no reason and now Fury is telling you to ‘sit tight’ with me? I guess I will need to see that note to believe it."
His right arm fumbled to pull it from his pocket, but he did, and he walked slowly towards you hand outstretched like he was trying not to scare you away. He then stopped as you took the note in your hand and he gave you a once over before walking past you into the cottage.
You unfurled the familiar paper and read "Confirmation of asset safety received. Some supplies to hold you over. Sit tight. Fury"
It sure seemed legitimate. So he had communicated that I was safe to SHIELD? Does that mean this solider worked for Fury? Since when? And why didn't Fury tell you yesterday as you confessed your concerns?
You went into the cottage just as he closed the door to the cookstove. The fire was roaring, and he had placed the full kettle back on the stove top to boil. He was searching for something to open the hard brick of coffee with. He said softly, "Y/N, do you know where my tactical knife is?"
Without thinking you pulled it from your pocket and handed it to him. He took it from your hand and used it quickly. He was about to return it to its rightful place on his hip in a small, almost invisible pocket. However, instead, he handed it back to you.
You took it and deposited it back into your pocket, confused as to why he would return it. Ah right, you literally posed no threat to him, even if you were armed with a knife that was about the same size as the one your grandfather carried to cut apples at lunch or harvest rhubarb from the patch in the yard at your family’s cottage.
He pointed at the coffee pot and said, "Do you want coffee? I could make tea instead if you prefer."
"Oh no, please, I love coffee first thing in the morning." He poured the fine ground coffee into the percolator filter and stood it up in the coffee pot that had been filled already with cold water from the jug, replacing the lid on top. He then lifted off the almost boiled kettle and replaced it with the percolator on the main burner on the stove, right over the hottest part of the fire. The water soon started to boil and bubble up through the filter and the cottage started to have a pleasant aroma of coffee all over. You padded over to the cooler and pulled out the old-fashioned jug marked cream and turned to your soldier.
"Do you take cream and sugar in your coffee?"
"No, I drink it black" he answered, in a soft voice.
"Hmm. I like it with both cream and sugar. Not too much but I like the rich flavours all blending together. Though I am told it makes me a bad coffee drinker if I can't handle it black. But I think those of you that drink it black are just used to denying yourself pleasure in the name of purity."
James gave you a small, lopsided smile. "You know what you like, don't you?"
You hesitated. This was a strange observation to you as you would never had assumed the same about yourself. Instead, you saw yourself as deeply indecisive and capricious, constantly searching for the best variety of things, as if you couldn't rest until it was decided that what you liked was excellent and worth your time. Or at least that’s how others had described you. All your favourite things were seen as trivial luxuries, passing fads or obsessions that soon faded away and were replaced by something new. "I struggle with staying in the moment, staying in my mind and body so I have taken to use sensory experiences to ground me into the present. That includes my morning coffee."
The soldier nodded, seemingly understanding. You walked near where he was casually leaning against the long table and reached behind him for the sugar cubes, now visible in a tin that was lined up against the wall with all the other dry foodstuffs. It was a surprisingly well-stocked cottage. As you reached over, your shirt brushed against his leather covered arm. But it wasn't just your shirt. The way your body was angled, you right breast and nipple was gentle rested on his extended forearm. He had noticed. In the bright sun streaming in from outside, the soft cotton white shirt was see-through. When you looked down you could see your breast and nipples clearly through the thin fabric. He unabashedly stared at you. He leaned in closer and sniffed around your hair. He then lifted his left arm up to grab your plaited hair, still in the same probably half deconstructed French braid you had done over 24 hours before. He pulled the small black elastic from your braid and handed it to you. You instinctively rolled it over your hand and onto your wrist for later. It cut into your skin a bit, but you barely noticed anymore. You would have protested but his hand had already started to work through and unbraid your hair. He slowly pulled it apart, surprisingly gentle with the metal arm moving dexterously all the way to your crown. You knew your hair would be incredibly curly and wild as it usually was after staying braided that way for such a long time. He moved to stand right behind you and ran both hands through your hair now. He then slowly leaned forward until his face was buried in your hair, breath tickling your right ear. He inhaled deeply and leaned forward even more. Your ribs gently rested against the edge of the high table, his body flush against yours as he wrapped his arms around your middle. You sighed and leaned back into him. He then smoothed his hands over your stomach which made you hold your breath for just a few seconds. You froze in place. It was a very intimate action, but it was soothing all the same. Confusion swam in your head and you had to get some distance from him. You whispered, "Shall we pour our coffees and sit outside in the sun?"
He responded with a murmur that seemed to be in the affirmative. You slowly sidestepped away and towards the coffee pot on the stove. You had just about reached for the handle when his metal arm grasped your arm lightly but the elbow and moved it away. He then picked up the pot, saving you from what would have surely been a very nasty burn. He poured the coffee into the mugs. You placed your cube of sugar in your cup and then splashed in some cream until it was just the perfect soft caramel colouring. Creamy but still dark and rich coffee flavour. He surprised you by also reaching for a sugar cube and took the cream from your hand and splashed a small amount into his cup as well. He took a spoon and stirred each cup in turn. He then grabbed both coffee cups in his right hand, carrying them both by the handles easily and carefully. He then placed his cold left arm around your middle guiding you towards the door. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it did catch you by surprise. He walked you outside and around the back of the cottage. Just behind the cottage was a clearing with a fire pit and permanent wooden and stone seating. Except the one spot of the wooden seating had a comfortable looking pillow. It was a prime location, as when you rounded around the back of the cottage the full vista came into view. This cottage was literally feet from a large, clear lake. There were no other cottages visible, it seemed like a fully private spot. You let out a small gasp at this reveal.
The soldier leaned down and whispered into your ear. "Do you like it?"
You whispered just as quietly, "Yes, what a picturesque scene. So… this was here last night too?"
The soldier let out a quiet chuckle. "Yes, not even Nick Fury could make a whole lake appear out of thin air just to please one special person."
If you were one of the special ones, you wondered what they did to the other people. You walked forward and sat down on the cushion. It was plush and warm from the sun. The soldier sat down next to you and handed you your coffee, handle first. You took it and breathed in the steam from your mug, holding it with both hands like you were in a commercial for camping gear, savouring the intense warmth from the hot enamel and metal mug. You then cautiously took a sip of the hot drink. It filled all your senses. You closed your eyes and felt every sensation you could. The complex notes of the coffee, the creaminess and sweetness of your additions, and the smooth and warm feeling of the liquid. The soldier watched you and mimicked your movements.
You asked quietly "Do you like it, or would you prefer it black next time?" He nodded, not elaborating.
You wanted to slap yourself. Next time? How many mornings are you planning on having with this soldier, Y/N?
You were quiet then. Your mind raced but you were also oddly peaceful. Staring out at the lake and feeling the cool breeze and the warm sun on your skin was calming and you felt like you were able to breathe a full breath for the first time in over 24 hours. You studied him discreetly, reflecting on this strange man sat right next to you. No part of him was touching you but he was only millimetres away.
You then turned to him and with all your nerve left, slowly setting your mug down on the seat next to you. You grabbed his empty metal hand that had been resting on his thigh and held it. He seemed surprised like he didn't want you to touch it, but you opened his palm and traced the details of the arm. You considered your moves. He was obviously fascinated with you. He seemed almost intoxicated by your scent and had taken every opportunity to touch you and be near you. You decided to barter with this power. You didn't think he would hurt you, at least you hoped not, and you needed to know what was going on, why he had taken you, brought you here. Why you were playing house in this remote cottage in the woods.
You quietly whispered "I have so many questions for you. But you don't answer them when I ask. What can I do to make you talk?" You raised his metal hand to your lips and pressed a chase kiss on the back of it. You then pulled his hand down and placed it on your right thigh, slowly sliding it up and between your thighs until the back of his cold hand was flush against your core. You opened your legs wider and leaned forward, watching him as he watched you. You made a slight noise, almost a moan as the metal rubbed the fabric of your panties and the sweatpants against your clit peeking out of your lips.
He let out a frustrated breath and pulled his arm away, slightly rough. He put some distance between the two of you by walking down towards the water. You watched his back for a while as you both finished your coffees, but not really thinking. When you had drained your cup, you got brave again. The sun was beautiful, and the air was warm, only the occasional cool breeze reminding you that it was Fall. You stood and took your shirt off. Your breasts fully exposed to the sun and the breeze coming off the lake. You the dropped your pants and took off your panties and thick wool socks. As your hair was now free, it blew in the soft wind and you felt it on your scalp. You thought back to his hands in your hair. Such an intimate act, and yet he ran away when you tried to leverage that intimacy.
You slowly made your way to the shoreline, stepping lightly over jagged and uneven rocks. The water looked inviting. As you approached, he turned to you, some words dying on his lips as he hungrily took in your naked visage in front of him. He fumbled his coffee cup in his flesh hand, and it spilled a bit into the water with a small splash. You paid him no mind and strolled slowly past him stepping into the water. The water was colder than you expected but you kept walking ahead until you had walked into the muddy bottom and the water was up around your shoulders. You looked back to find him gone and you could tell that by the seating area he had picked up your clothes and coffee cup that you had discarded on the bench. He seemed to really like order. Which was helpful as you have a tendency to literally drop things at your feet and walk away until you were ready to deal with it. You turned back around in the water and leisurely floated and swam. Sometimes swimming out and then floating around or swimming under holding your nose like you did when you pretended to be a mermaid in the lake you visited as a child with your grandparents. You splashed around, truly having fun, feeling unbothered as your arms, legs, breasts, or ass was exposed to the open air. It felt so freeing to not have a care in the world, which was perhaps another odd thought for a hostage to have. You took the time to work your fingers through your hair, rubbing your scalp and trying to remove any dirt from the last evening. You didn't have any shampoo so this natural bath would have to do.
As you floated and stared at the blue sky, you saw movement near the shore. There was the soldier, totally nude himself and carrying what looked like big fluffy towels. He sent them down at the seating area and walked into the water, purposeful and head held high. He made a loud hissing sound as the cold water circled his legs as he walked deeper. He eventually lunged forward and dove in, swimming briskly in the clear water heading directly for you. He glided up to the surface and shook his head like a dog, spraying you with water. You squealed at the cold droplets landing over the dry parts of your body that you had warmed in the sun. The soldier then gently pulled your floating body towards him. He brought your face right near his chest and leaned down and kissed you, gentle and slow. You found the kiss to be a jolt to the system and you submerged your body under the water and twisted to face him. He then grabbed at your hips under the water with both hands, bringing your body flush against his in the water, you both subtly kicking to try to stay afloat as your mouths reconnected and you deepened the kiss. He pulled your knees apart and you opened your legs to him, sliding his hands over your ass and down your legs wrapping them around himself. You felt his semi-hard cock nestle amongst your folds in the cold water and he again deepened the kiss. This time he slowly worked his tongue into your mouth, searching and probing, slowly and leisurely. You stayed in the water, hungrily kissing each-other and feeling each other’s bodies like this until the sun went behind the clouds, and the air cooled around you. Your body was now goose-bumped and your cold wet hair at the back of your neck was making your teeth begin to chatter. He slowly started to move your bodies towards the shoreline, your legs still clamped around his middle. As the water got shallower, you could feel his feet sticking in the cold mud of the lake near the shore. You were fully exposed to the air now; he was only thigh deep in the water. He persisted to squelch through the mud easily carrying you. As he stepped into the shallower water of the rocky shore you could feel him shaking the mud off of each foot in turn. It was a strange sensation, cold and clinging to this man leaning back a little so that you could continue to watch him, both staring occasionally at each other as if you had never seen one another before. He walked over the jagged rocks, barely paying attention to what must have been pretty painful pressure points on the soles of his feet. He walked you both up the path to the benches and slightly leaned you sideways near the towels. "You're freezing."
You grabbed the top towel from the pile but did not wrap it around yourself. Instead you shook it out of its perfect fold and placed it around his shoulders. It covered almost all of his body from neck to thigh. He smiled broadly for the first time and adjusted his hold on you. He brought your center closer to his and held you with one arm, while using the other to grab the towel and awkwardly trying to place it on your shoulders without putting you down. You helped him and wrapped the softest towel you had ever felt in your life around your own shoulders, holding both towels so that you would be warmed together. He stomped towards the cottage and kicked open the door. The room was deliciously warm as he had obviously stoked the fire in preparation for your return. He kicked the door closed to contain the heat and then held you up with one arm again. This time using the other to pull the blankets back to the foot of the bed. He then stepped forward, kneeling on the mattress, and gently placed you on the bed, towels and all. He slid your bodies up and across the width of the bed, until his feet dangled off the side. He slowly lowered his dripping wet body between your thighs, your folds again lightly nestling his cock. You moaned at the sensation as he let his body weight settle on you gently. Propping himself up with metal arm so as to not crush you. He then used the other hand to explore your body, rubbing from the place where he carried you almost painfully at your hip to your thigh and buttocks. His hand trailed up you side and he cupped your right breast and felt it gently. You made an appreciative noise, and he dipped his head under the towels you still held closed around the both of you. He lightly licked your nipple, slowly working it into his mouth. He was careful to not move his hips though and you could feel his cock, warm and hard and beginning to probe at your entrance. You were wet and feeling incredibly warm already. He kissed up your neck and captured your mouth in an intense kiss. He pulled away and looked down at you, his eyes fiery and gentle all at once. In a quiet voice he said "I owe you answers, I know that. And you will get them. But I will not barter with you. I want you; I think I have made that perfectly plain. But I only want to be with you when and if you choose me, if you truly desire me, not as some way to extract information. Please, don't tempt me again as you did at the fire pit. I will tell you everything you want willingly."
With that he started to move away from you. He tried to get up and you dropped the towels and moved your arms around his neck, simultaneously attempting to wrap your legs around him again to bring him closer. You raised your head and captured his mouth again, breathing heavily you whispered "But I do want you, solider. Let's finish what we started." He pulled back and considered you for a second and then dug in one of his knees on the mattress, determined to stand up. Once he had balanced his weight on the bed, he took your hands off his neck and glided your legs up and closed away from him. He grabbed the towel behind him as it slipped and wrapped it around his middle and softly walked towards the table. His clothes were neatly piled on the chair and he dried himself quickly and started to dress. You wrapped your own towel more firmly around you and felt hot tears streaming down to your hair line. He had rejected you after all this? You burned with embarrassment, even as you considered his words. Way more than he had ever spoken at once. He was still hard as he pulled his pants on and stuffed his length down one leg of his pants, he made a little wince at the sensation and closed his zipper over himself and fastened the button. You could still see the outline of his cock as he moved about, drying his hair and back and putting on a white t-shirt. You sat up in the bed, still a bit in a daze over the rejection and your intense desire for him. You could feel that you were still turned on, and you sat up, there was squelching sounds from the mattress as your ass made contact, still wet from the swim. Your hair was a mess of damp curls and knots. You didn't have a comb and it would be hell to brush this mess out anyway. You had your trusty spare elastic around your wrist, and you placed your wet hair into a very messy bun and put the soaked elastic over it to hold it. He had stepped out of the cottage and softly closed the door, though it sprang open just a bit and you could see him just standing on the top step staring into the copse of trees in front of him at the edge of the yard. You dried your body and put your sweats and long-sleeved white shirt back on. Happy for the warmth and comfort and frankly, coverage after your embarrassment at being rejected by this watchful soldier as you laid wet and moaning pathetically on the bed. What had come over you? You were definitely not following SHIELD protocols by trying to seduce him or whatever you were trying to do here. Whether he was in contact with Fury or not (if that note was even legitimate), it still didn’t mean he wasn’t a threat. However, his behaviour was perplexing. Hell, your behaviour was most perplexing of all.
You realized that you hadn't had anything to eat besides that coffee first thing this morning when your stomach rumbled loudly, interrupting your racing thoughts. You opened the door with your toe and said softly, "Soldier, are you hungry?"
He turned and looked at you, very seriously, and said "Famished." He moved to come back into the cottage, watchful of you as always.
You pointed at the cooler “Can you bring the food over here? Let's decide what we want to make."
He grabbed the cooler and the bags of fruits and vegetables and brought them over. You started to remove all the fruits and vegetables and ran your hand along them. It was curious, it really looked like your weekly grocery order. The ataulfo mangos you ate every morning with coffee, savouring the flavour at your kitchen table before you got ready for the day. The kale you used as the base for your salads for your workdays. The crisp apples and vibrant kiwis you brought sliced in your bento box. It was an unsettling feeling and you considered what the implications were. How did this array of items end up here? You looked up and he was again watching you closely. Standing very close to your side and looking down at your face. You could feel his warmth. You peered into his eyes and sighed. "Okay, can you cook? I think we should have fried bacon and eggs and sliced fruit, would you like that?" He breathed out almost like in relief and said "Yes, that sounds great. I can cut the fruit. I am not much of a cook. But the stove should be hot and ready for you."
You pulled your sleeves up and got to work. Your head was reeling as you tried to piece all of these disparate pieces of information together. You oiled the pan and fried the bacon. Slowly crisping the bacon and then cracking the eggs into the pan. You sized up the man washing and cutting fruit at the workstation and decided he needed 3 eggs and cracked 2 for yourself. The eggs sizzled and fried. You got the plates ready and started to stack the bacon high on his plate and served his eggs with the metal spatula and passed him the plate. He looked at you with soft eyes and turned to add fruit to his plate. You served yourself and did the same. You then turned to find him waiting. "Do you want to eat outside? Near the fire pit?" You looked out the window at the now overcast sky and howling wind and said, "No let’s eat in here, I just got warm." He then offered you the chair near the window, you brushed past him with you plate in one hand and fork in another and moved to sit on the bed as you had done last night. He sat down abruptly in the chair and reached out and captured you around the waist. He pulled you to stand in between his legs with one hand, setting your plate on the table next to his own with the other. He then coaxed you to sit down on his thigh with your body slightly leaned against his chest and his left hand supporting your back. You picked up your plate and held in one hand while stabbing at the fruit carefully cut into perfect uniform pieces. You used the side of your fork to cut the eggs and bacon and he did the same. You ate in silence with the occasional staring at one another which was by now a hobby you did together. His left arm had started to rub small soothing circles on your back as you finished your food. It must have been mid-afternoon by now and the food was long overdue. You ate every last piece and even went back to the pan to grab one of the extra pieces of bacon, biting off pieces and licking the grease off your fingers. Your tired body was now aching to return to the very comfortable bed. You left your plate in the same spot you did last night. Turning to head to the bed. You pulled the blankets up and settled in for an afternoon nap. The soldier again cleaned the small kitchen and collected the fruit scraps to throw into the bush for the scavengers. Mango and kiwi skins would be quite the treat for a lucky forest creature you thought as you drifted to sleep.
It was very early evening when you woke up in the comfortable bed. The soldier had followed suit and had spread the blanket on the floor in the same position he did last night. You propped yourself up on your elbow and watched him, as he seemed to still be asleep. You decided you need to think about all your questions for him. This evening you needed to understand what the fuck was going on. He knows so much more than he's told you and apparently has Fury's blessing for the charade. You were starting to become enraged as you looked at his sleeping form, so peaceful and large. His metal arm and network of scars a fascination to you for sure. But mainly it was the fact that he had slowly been getting closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing you in the lake, and on the bed. But he seemed to be stopping himself. As you slowly drew your eyes down his bare chest and to the thin blanket over his body you remember the feel of his heavy cock as it rested near your entrance. You slowly slid your eyes up, lingering on his muscular shoulders and chest, the square jaw with now what appears to be 3 or 4 days of stubble, his sharp nose and cheekbones. His eyes were now open, and you realized with a start he was awake. You were caught with your hand in the proverbial cookie jar. You defiantly set your jaw and looked back at him. "Good, you're awake. We have many things to discuss, don't we soldier?"
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In the Meantime | Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: when Bucky took Steve out of the water he left behind everything that kept him captive the last 70 years. So he had another mission and that was restore the man he was one day. In the meantime he meets someone who helps him go through everything, his very own ride or die.
Warnings ⚠️: mentions of trauma, murders, sad bucky, fluff at the end
Author's note: I'm very insecure with almost everything I do in my life so if you're enjoying the turn the story is having please let me know. If you have any suggestions let me know as well
Four months have passed since we went to the museum. He was very quiet the first days, I had to start working so I had to leave him alone for most part of the day. He seemed to appreciate that time alone because when I returned home he helped me cook dinner, wash the dishes and even start conversations.
The first memory he told me, 4 weeks ago, was about Steve, Captain America himself, they were old friends for what he can remember. They were inseparable, he looked after him a lot because Steve was bullied and always ended up in fights.
-And then he had to wore newspaper on his shoes because he wasn't as tall as he is now, after the serum and all. He thought no one noticed but his mom and I often joked around him telling that some random guy walking by and laughing was mocking him for that- he said laughing, his smile was beautiful. He was really reliving that moment
-I can't believe it. He seems such a powerful soldier now, how things change- I answer while calming down for the outburst of laugh.
-Yeah... I guess some things can change after all- he said with one last smile and looking down at his glass of wine.
-So... what happened to you all this years? Any news on that subject?
-I got blurry memories, the things I recall I'm not ready to tell you yet- he said looking in the eyes with total honesty.
-I get that, it's okay, whenever you're ready. Maybe if you didn't tell me and talked with another person...- I said trying to sugest something and he interrupted me.
-There's no way I'm going to a therapist, I told you- he said, not mad, not screaming, just resigned
-I don't even know what is legal and what no anymore. I can't talk about my past or the things that keep me up at night because I'm going to end up in jail or in a mental institution.
-James you have to talk to me then, I can help you. But if you keep drifting me apart I won't be able to understand and do something about your situation- I said grabbing his flesh hand and playing with his fingers while he watched my moves.
-It's just...- he seemed so embarrassed- Okay remember the other day while we were watching the magic box? The girl in there talked about The Winter Soldier?- he said looking to my eyes, he was having a hard time talking to me. We had passed the times where he couldn't talked to me and now we were back.
-What about it?- I said listening carefully
-Well I'm him, I'm the ghost story, the winter soldier- he said putting his hands in his face and rubbing his eyes.
I didn't know what to do with that information, I mean I support him because clearly he didn't want to do all the things the TV said he did, he didn't behave like a serial killer, but in the other hand what could I do? A newbie journalist in a city far away from home, with none experience at all in this sort of things, super soldiers, avengers, villains kind of thing. But I was going to find a way, something will come up. For now he have to stay low profile. I was thinking on finding him a job or anything but now this changes everything. He can't leave the house because any minute now the FBI, CIA, Captain America or Iron Man is gonna show up in my door and take him. And neither of us wanted that.
-Please say something- he is scared of my reaction, I can tell that.
-I'm not mad or scared Buck, I just need to know, why you did all those things that lady said?- After the problems in D.C. all Hydra and the Avengers's files and secrets were out in the web for everyone to read. The media began to inquire and found a lot of stuff to harm everyone. But something was clear, that ghost story was real. Since that file went public every single wrongful murder in the last 70 years made sense. It made an impact on people, in the media I worked it's a news that must cover any section everyday.
-I... I'm sorry Y/N, I told you it was bad, I never meant to do all that things, but I'm starting to remember everything, and every victim, every moment, I recall their faces and their fear and that is what keeps me up at night, I'm sorry- he said again, looking at me and rubbing his eyes in an attempt to hold his tears back. His voice was shaky- If you want me to go I will, if you are here protecting me... if they got me... they will lock you up as an accomplice- he grab gently my face so I can look him in the eyes- I don't want anything bad happens to you.
-It's okay, I'm not letting you go anywhere Buck, I just want to know what is happening. What happened with all of that murders? What make you do it?- I said trying to understand, grabbing his hands and intertwining our fingers.
-In the war they captured me, they tested in me some variation of the super soldier' serum the states used on Steve- he said looking at some spot in the wall. Our hands still together
-Who are they?- he turned his gaze to me.
-HYDRA, the scientific division of Hitler, they were the ones trying to create the perfect soldier and the superior race humans. They used enemies soldier to test in them. Anyway when I fell off the train in 44 they captured me, they brainwashed me and put me in cryogenesis to sleep until I was useful again. They said I was shaping the century, whatever that means. I don't recall having a life other than those damn words and the moment I kill the target- that last words were the ones that break him, it was something so big what was he telling me. Of course, hearing his story for the point of view of what they say on the news he was a deadliest mercenary but in reality he is the victim here not the victimizer.
-What words bae?- I said unconsciously, cleaning one of the tears on his cheek.
-They programmed me to kill, so each time I wake up from being frozen I tried to run, leave the place, found Steve, Mr. Stark, my family, someone who can help me. But all those years of lobotomies paid the price and after some time instead of fried my brain they said a bunch of words that had the same effect, the effect to put me in the winter soldier mood, ready to comply every task they gave me- I look in his eyes, after all he said tonight I think he is relieved, obviously he is sad, and we're not even close to his sanity but this was a hell of a step, he did so much by remember all this things and telling me. Now we can work together and focus on restore the man he was before Hydra, the brainwash, the war, everything.
-Okay now, is there anything else you want to talk with me?- I asked, waiting for him to feel comfortable again to talk like he just did.
-Maybe in another time- he looked tired- I just wanna go to sleep and thank the gods they sent me you- he said and my heart shudder. I wasn't going to lie, the last month was something, he was a very kind man, caring and tender. There were days when he didn't want to came out of his room, and I understood that. But the other days where just wonderful. I was developing some kind of feelings towards him but come on, he was a 100 year old men who was really trying to understand the 21st century and help me with everything that surpasses me. It was impossible not to fall.
And that was the night I knew his story, who he was the last 70 years. In the museum we found a little thread that we kept pulling from until found out all he has told me. I suspect that there is more. But the last time was a lot of information. He and I were overwhelmed so it was fine not to talk about that for a while, he will when he is ready. Besides I wanted to give him a rest.
I had an idea, something that might help him. There was a veteran support group near my home, he could even walk there. I have to convince him tho that was the difficult part. He was so terrified of anyone recognizing him that he nearly left the house.
-What do you wanna eat tonight Bubby?- he said my nickname, since I told him that was how my father call me when I was little he didn't call me other way and I found it adorable. He walk in the kitchen and pour two glasses of wine. We we're watching a movie in the living room, I was relaxing after a long day of work, it was finally friday. Lately those were my favorite days because the next 48 hours I could spent time with my favorite super soldier. Truth is the feelings towards him were growing stronger. It scared me a little but that was it. I couldn't deny the reality.
-I don't know, maybe we can order something?
-Okay, I pay- he said with a huge smile
-What you've heard, I got my money now- he said very proud of himself, sitting beside me again in the couch.
-How...?- I said in disbelief, as far as I'm concerned he didn't have a job, he didn't even leave the house when I was at work.
-Well... there is a mechanic shop a few blocks from here, I was walking one day and he needed help with one car and we kind of made friends, we don't talk much tho, just fix cars together and he pays me for that- he walked me through his job, he was saving his money to take me out for dinner but he wasn't so sure to step into the public yet. But he was delighted with the idea of deliveries. Back in the day that wasn't so common.
-I'm impressed, you are a big kid now- I said giving smiling and giving him a kiss on his cheek- I'm so proud of you. You are the strongest men on earth.
-Thank you bubs, I was motivated because I want one of those things in my bedroom- he said pointing at the TV.
-Ohhh I like that idea, it's good to have something that motivates you- he looked at me and smile, he moved closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders- Can you order the food from your telephone?
-Yes, I'll call right now- I deal the number asked for the pizza and we waited for it while watching the movie together.
After the dinner we stayed in the kitchen a while, talking about how things have changed from the 20th century to the 21st, what he loved the most about the future and what he missed from the 40s.
-I know a place, you can go after your job. I think you would like it, or maybe just give it a try you know- I said looking at him while playing with my fingers, I was a little nervous.
-There is a veteran support group 5 minutes from here. I think you can share life experiences with them, maybe you can find yourself comfortable there- I looked at him, waiting for his expressions. I didn't want him to think I didn't wanted to hear him or I wasn't interested in his stories- they might have more psychological tools that I have. I don't know, it was just a thought.
-I found extremely kind and loving you spending time on thinking how can I feel more comfortable or better- he smiled at me, I felt relieved- I'm going to give it a try- he stopped- when I'm ready
-YES! Thank you buck- I hug him and stayed there for a while, between his arms. It was the first time we were this close. At first he didn't react, but after a while he wrapped his arms around me and hide his face in my neck. He gave me a kiss in my cheek and immediately got away from me.
-I think I'm going to go to the bed now, I was a lovely night Y/N- he said as he used to every night.
-Have a good night Buck- I watched him walked away from the kitchen. I was so proud of him. But there were boundaries that got him tensed, we were gonna get there and break those. I knew it.
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What about a dark! violent bucky that wants reader to be his girlfriend? But things just don't go well, if you know what I mean 😈
Just Love Me
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Summary: reader tries to tell Bucky he's just not the boy she loves. And that hurts, a lot... for both.
Warnings: violence descriptions, verbal violence, implied noncon, ripped clothing, anxiety, lot of angst, maybe reader being a little bit naive, past implied somnophilia, language. Only +18, minors do not read. If you do not feel safe with this, please don't read.
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It was all that simple. You worked at Stark Industries as a simple worker, no big deal, but you also met the avengers from time to time. You had noticed early on that the newcomer, whose name was Bucky, seemed completely out of place. It probably wasn't like that in the eyes of others, especially those of his best friend, Steve: the weeks went by, but you didn't think his situation was improving. He had terrible dark circles and you knew what it was like to have a bad period, although judging from what he had been through and what you read in the papers, his was much more than a bad or long period. It was a whole life wasted, or rather, spent being someone else.
He must have been terrible, and no matter how terrible he had done, you basically couldn't feel the same contempt or terror that others did. If you had gone back in time, you probably would have slapped yourself on the head before allowing you to shyly approach him with a coffee. It was there that it all began.
And it was so beautiful. You didn't see Bucky at all as a lover or someone who could stand by your side like that, but it melted your heart to know how your friendship was slowly bringing him to the surface and getting some oxygen. You were so happy about it, he deserved it. And Bucky on the other hand, was amazed: he didn't think he'd ever get a second chance. Because that was what it was in his eyes, a second chance for him, a new life with you.
He tried to make you understand by bringing you your favorite hot drink every morning at work, or by specifically choosing movies at the cinema to make you relax a little and get away from all the stress that was gripping you: for him they were all dates, and it seemed to confirm the way in which you dressed. God, you were so pretty, so gorgeous in that dress of yours. It had that color that simply gave you and made your skin stand out even more, and especially that look of yours.
Bucky simply loved your eyes, he loved that purity and at the same time the awareness of an established career woman moving forward. You were admirable, and Bucky grew more and more impatient with it. But he still remembered how to treat girls, he had never really forgotten: he simply thought that all that repertoire of niceties and compliments would no longer serve him. This has changed, and all with you.
It was the turn of the cinema on Friday night, and you brought a new dress. A few weeks earlier you had even confronted him before buying it: it was a choice between a more classic dress, with narrow straps that made your shoulders and breasts stand out a lot, and a simple red dress that is wider and longer. Bucky recommended the first one, pointing out how it makes your shapes perfect. That was his first flirting gamble, what you had actually mistaken for a simple game. And that was one of your many mistakes with Bucky Barnes.
You happily smiled at him as you paid for your share of popcorn and soda, at which he frowned slightly. You shouldn't have paid at all, in fact he would have even preferred you to stop working: your job was exaggeratedly stressful for a beautiful lady like you. Bucky didn't like it, but then a thought flashed through his head and he suddenly calmed down. After all, there was still little. Only a little and you would have been officially his after all this series of dates. Not that Bucky didn't love them, oh at all, but... he wanted something more. He wanted to feel you under him, he wanted to hear the same low moans you made while touching yourself, the same ones he heard when he stood outside the window watching you. He wanted to taste you best when awake, and not asleep from sleeping pills. He wanted to do so many things to that beautiful body of yours.
"Here we go?" you asked shyly, and then follow him like a puppy to the right room of the cinema. You found that funny and beautiful movie. Bucky didn't care, he thought he already had the best movie of his life right in front of him, and it was your beautiful sight. You had captured his heart, and now he would have captured you.
You got sick for some reason that night and Bucky insistently offered to stay home with you. You didn't find this necessary at all, but having your best friend make you hot tea to relieve the pain was always better than being alone in your bed and moaning in pain, wasn't it? That was how it all began.
"Listen, I should... uhm... talk to you." Bucky murmured in embarrassment shortly after you took a sip from your cup. You were already feeling those cramps getting milder and in that moment you mentally thanked him for the idea of tea, but all your gratitude was then replaced by curiosity. Bucky hardly ever had any news.
Your gaze suddenly brightened, and you immediately set your shoulders straight, almost as if at attention. Bucky liked that movement, but only because it still accentuated your cleavage. God, you were such a mockery of him. But he couldn't get excited, no, he was declaring himself. Finally. But he was convinced that everything would be fine.
"I have a person who, well, is always in my head. I always think about her, and I would like to find a way to-"
"Who is she?" you asked almost screaming with excitement and climbing over the table, then calmed down and sat down. You giggled softly and your face burned with embarrassment, but it was fucking news! Did Bucky like anyone? How long had he been hiding it from you? Your mind was traveling through so many of those frontiers, that you forgot how naive you really could be at times.
"That's the point." Bucky said, slightly irritated. He wanted to make a speech about how he found you gorgeous when you shyly offered him that coffee, about how you helped him get his life back. About how he wanted to make you his wife. But it didn't matter, the emotion on your face made him so happy. You also knew deep down.
You slowly stopped giggling, watching his face turn more and more into a joyful one. There, you heard an alarm bell. You felt a knot in your stomach and suddenly his throat went dry, despite all the tea he had drunk. Bucky noticed the look on your face, and that's when the first red flag went up.
In short, it was not possible. He lived for you, fuck, he would kill for you. It was not possible that you did not love him. You had to love him, he wanted you so much. No, maybe you had been making fun of him all this time? Oh, it wasn't possible. You were so sweet, caring, sensitive. He knew you through and through, except for your body, although there would be time for that.
You slowly got up, still feeling that knot that was now upsetting you more and more and your happy expression has definitely fallen. "Bucky... who is she?" you asked again, one last safe place. That you would never have achieved.
"It is you." he simply murmured. It was as if that knot had suddenly burst, releasing an extraordinary amount of anxiety in your veins that went straight to your brain. You swallowed loudly, trying to keep the situation under control. Where did you go wrong? Were you wrong?
"Bucky..." you muttered softly, trying to reason. That move was completely wrong and Bucky didn't want to hear from you. He wasn't right anymore, he had already made his choice of him a long time ago. You got up from your chair and tried to start a speech that was worth it, that didn't hurt.
You immediately fell silent at his tone. It was stiff, severe, icy. For the first time in your life, you were afraid. Fear of him, fear of your own home, of those eyes that not even an hour ago were looking at you so sweetly. Now they were completely aggressive and his jaw was stiff with anger.
With a slight shake in your hands, you slowly tried to sit down. You also briefly thought about running for the door, but you had to calm that anxiety. It was that and nothing more, while Bucky was Bucky. There was no way he was going to hurt you.
"Look, I'm sorry but I... I don't feel this for you. I love you, but how I love a friend. Bucky, you really are a special person and I'm sure you'll find someone, but it's not me." you soon realized how these words had pierced him like ice blades, one by one. But it was not a simple speech and you wanted to be clear. Bucky continued to watch you as he put his hands together and played a little with his thumbs, but you knew better. He had done so only once, when a mission went wrong and they lost the lives of civilians. It was a bad week, but for that, you thought there would be more than a week.
You saw his jaw twitch and a small smile adorn his face. But that scared you: his expression was totally illegible. And that anguish only increased.
He sighed heavily, then rubbed his hands and stood up, as if nothing had happened. He took the cup from your hands and put it in the sink, then turned to you. It was the same expression of a few hours ago, of the cinema, of all those innocent releases. You looked at him with a frown and a fear that you could no longer hide.
"Do you still have those pains? This time maybe we can try some massage." he said simply. You got up with extraordinary slowness and your legs were shaking slightly.
"Bucky... were you listening to me?" you asked hesitantly, and your voice was extraordinarily thin.
You saw his lips twitch slightly and his fists close, until his knuckles turned white. "Yes, honey. The point is, I don't think you listened to me instead." his voice became even stiffer and sterner than that command before.
You moved the chair only to get away from her figure, which now did nothing but increase the tremor in his hands. You knew something was terribly wrong, and her next sentence confirmed it.
"You are that person, and I never asked you if you wanted to be by my side or not. Because you will just be there. You are mine."
Bucky was perhaps having a dark moment, perhaps the soldier had taken control. Your brain created every possible scenario to justify the man before your eyes, but that calculating and lucid look said it best. Without further ado, you darted to the front door right in front of the living room. You mentally thanked yourself for taking off your heels as soon as you arrived. You only had time to remove the first chain from the door that two strong arms firmly grabbed your waist, only to have your back slam directly on the table.
The air was thrown out of your lungs and tears pooled in your eyes from the pain. But the anxiety, that did the even dirtier job of making you tremble uncontrollably. You had lost control of your body and you kept your eyes wide open on the figure of Bucky imposing itself on yours.
"I did every fucking thing to make you realize how much I loved you. You know, how it worked in my day? Maybe it was my fault, maybe I didn't explain myself well enough," he started mumbling things that didn't make any sense to you. , but you didn't notice when you felt the hand on your shoulder pads. You started screaming, only to get a slap.
You were briefly silent, hearing only the sound of the cloth being ripped from your body. Did Bucky, the same man you know, slap you? You already felt a bruise forming on that same spot. But that wasn't enough to stop you, even though your fight was pathetic against him.
"I did everything for you, the way you liked it, because I love you. I loved you from the fucking moment you offered me that coffee, I loved you when you worried about me and when you told me to take care of me!" he began to scream furiously, ending with your dress now reduced to a rag.
You desperately started sobbing and looking at him pitifully, hoping your Bucky would return. But instead of him there was a furious and violent man. It wasn't Bucky.
"I tried to make you understand," he came dangerously close to your face, letting locks of hair fall on your forehead, "but maybe times have changed and I'm still out of place. Maybe, I should do like today? make you mine and fuck you now? "
Your fight stopped abruptly and an expression of pure shock, succeeded by that of terror, accumulated on your face.
"Bucky, please, I was wrong. I was wrong, please, let's start over, please-" you started begging him, but all he did was shake his head and giggle at your little inner struggle.
"Let's start over now baby, can't you see? Let's start over, and this time I won't have a fucking no for an answer." he whispered slowly in your ear as his hands reached first your bra and then your panties. Your last defense barriers, go.
You screamed one last time, and unexpectedly managed to kick him straight in the ribs. You didn't care about your complete nudity, you knew he expected you worse if he caught you again. Bucky dodged briefly, surprised by the attack. Your still trembling body headed for the door and you almost succeeded. That anguish pressed you that everything would be bad, if not worse, but your mind was screaming freedom.
Maybe, in retrospect, you should have given up first. You felt a firm grip on your hair and the air was slammed out of your lungs again as Bucky slammed you right on the door. He had an arrogant smile adorning his face.
Wait, was this bastard enjoying your miserable fight?
His once reassuring smile now only made you tremble even more and scream in fear. You wanted to have felt that fear right away, but it was too late. His lips collided roughly on yours and Bucky managed to bite them several times as punishment. When you refused to cooperate, it was enough for him to put his vibranium hand right around your neck, and squeeze it tightly. You were asking for oxygen again and fighting desperately against him, already seeing black dots in your vision.
Meanwhile, you obscenities noticed how his other hand touched places he was not allowed to touch, which he had never been able to touch. And now he was savoring them so well with tight bruises, one after the other.
"If you don't cooperate, then you can also faint. I can do everything even without your cooperation, after all I've already done it." that sentence made your stomach turn and the bile rise.
"O-Okay." you nodded weakly and his throat was scraping more and more. He let you go, only to catch you in another cruel kiss and not get your breath away. Bucky managed to take everything he had dreamed of: his second chance with you. He was sure you would love him, with some little teaching.
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when she has a really good C.E fic planned 👀 and more chapters of series are about to be dropped 👀
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angels like you ☆ bucky barnes prologue
↳ after almost losing his girl, bucky spends every second by her side, even if she doesn't remember anything..even if she doesn't remember him.
warnings: angst. wordcount: 500. a/n: really needed to write something else instead of dad!bucky. Taglist is open. this is set after tfatws.
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bucky can't remember if the name had ever popped up on his screen before, he's almost certain this blue haired soldier never once called him before– voice so soft he can barely hear it, tired and afraid and through the phone, bucky can feel the energy his girls best friend and partner is giving off.
"Can you sit down?"
His stomach flips, the air being punched out of his lungs. He knew it the moment Jessie rudely awakened him from his sleep, phone buzzing wildly on his nightstand, illuminating the bedroom in a soft blue hue.
No, Jessie never called and neither did his girl for the last four days. Unanswered calls and texts, never something back, not a sign of life coming back. He knew.
Bucky's never been on his feet faster in his life, is sure he put his shirt on wrong and in a hurry left, shared apartment left unlocked. His name written on possible speed tickets– to his luck, the streets were near empty in the dark of the night. Parked his cat in the nearest spot he could find, never bothered to lock it behind him.
Bucky pushes himself through the small group of nurses walking down the corridor, happily ending their shift. He mumbles a sorry, not batting an single eye.
It's late, the building is almost abandoned. Bucky's never been here before, doesn't know left from right, never walked through one of these halls and yet he beelines to where he needs to be. Where he feels he should be.
"Excuse me sir, can I help you?"
bucky's pulled back by the female voice behind the desk and his boots squeak against the floor as he sharply turns around. Welcomed by a warm smile, it fades at the sight of the vibranium hand nearly leaving a dent in the wood underneath it "Mr barnes–"
"y/n barnes, I'm looking for y/n barnes."
With a nod, the nurse averts her gaze to the screen in front of her, fingers typing away on the keys of her keyboard.
"She's in surgery right now sir, you can't see her right now but you can wait at the end of the hall."
"Surgery– what, how is she doing, is she okay?"
His voice is desperate with a hint of hope but the sympathetic smile on the young nurse her face burns that spark down
"I can't tell you anything more Mr Barnes, this is all I know."
"You have to know something, you work here– what's in the damn computer?"
"Sir, your wife has been brought in three hours ago, been in surgery for two." The nurse states calmly, too calm for Bucky's likings "I'll keep you updated if I get more information–"
His grip on the desk gets tighter, bucky bites the inside of his cheek, drawing blood as he tastes the stale taste.
"Is she going to make it, that's all I need to know."
"Sir, they're doing everything they can."
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As soon as Bucky came back, all he wanted to do was to come and see you. When Strange told him that it had been five years, all he thought about was you. Had you been in the Snap? Had you lost five years as well? What if you hadn’t? What if you had stayed and had lived five years without him? Bucky’s head was spinning when he got back to New York. All he needed was to see you. You were the one person that made everything okay. God, he hoped you were okay, he hoped you were still you. Was it selfish of him to wish that if you had survived the Snap, you would be waiting for him?
Bucky had wound up at your apartment, unusually nervous and jittery. He didn’t even know if this was still your apartment. With a deep breath, he knocked three times on the door. It took a moment for someone to answer, when it opened it was a complete stranger.
“Oh, sorry,” Bucky apologised, “I was looking for an old friend of mine.”
The stranger smiled, “Sure, what’s their name maybe I can help?”
The stranger nodded, “Yeah, they’re in the kitchen, hang on.” Bucky frowned. If you were there, who was that?
It was another minute before he could hear your footsteps come closer and closer until, “Bucky?!” You looked the same, a little older and your hair had changed. You obviously hadn’t been in the Snap which meant... Holy shit, Bucky’s eyes moved to your hand where a very obvious ring sat on your ring finger. Slowly, his eyes raised to look at you as you stared at him in complete shock. You’d moved on without him.
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Summary: Bucky/Reader, Song-Fic to Silverado for sale by morgan wallen, reader surprises bucky at their wedding with a new motorcycle
”I wanted to propose..” Bucky mumbles and Steve just stares him down over the table.
“That’s the thing, the ring I had my eye on is well, I’d have to sell my bike.”
“Your bike, you’ve had that since you started here, it’s been on every mission with you and-”
“I know but Y/N is more important..”
“She’ll be just as upset as you are right now when she finds out, you know that right?”
“Don’t care, marrying her, getting to spend the rest of my life with her is worth it.”
”How am I supposed to list this, I can’t just put an ad in the paper anymore, according to Tony.”
”Oh you can, I bet half the universe would kill to own a bike that you rode on.” Steve snorts a little when Bucky rolls his eyes.
“Oh yeah I’ll sign it and everything, maybe get the team in on it too.” He chuckles and keeps his face blank as Steve’s turns into a sly grin.
“Steve no, that’s not fair to everyone, I was going to just go undercover or… fine okay you can do it!” Bucky throws his hands up and Steve smirks.
“You’ll have more than enough to get her the ring and pretty much her entire dream wedding.”
“Oh yeah cause one old bike will get that much.”
“If you win you get to say whatever you want at your best man's speech.”
“Deal.” Steve’s grin doesn’t fade for the rest of the day.
”Bucky, seriously you’re going on a mission for our anniversary?”
“Sorry babe, I didn’t want to but there’s some big thing they needed me for.. Steve offered to take you to the dinner reservations I made, so at least you can enjoy it with a friend.”
“I want to enjoy it with you.” You don’t care that you’re whining it was your two year anniversary and he’d promised to take you out to the restaurant you’d had your first date in. You felt you had the right to whine about it.
Steve seems far too happy just to be getting free food and you’re trying to figure out what he’s planning but he easily avoids any of your questions.
“Okay how about after dinner I’ll tell you.”
“Okay, fine I’ll shut up about it.” You glare but focus on your food and the conversation falls back into something less involved with work, which means very little of Bucky and his current mission. Of course it easily meanders back to Bucky with Steve seeming to be a little more nervous than earlier.
“You know something about his mission.” You narrow your eyes and Steve nods.
“Order dessert and I’ll be back in a second okay?” You nod to him and then he hesitates.
“Actually, I’ll order, the skyline view is pretty, you should check it out.” He grins in the way that you know means he’s not giving you a suggestion.
“Dessert and a view?” You laugh a little hearing the door open, you don’t turn around and sigh.
“Sorry for being so snappy at dinner, I just miss Bucky, it’s shitty that he’s gone and it’s our anniversary.” You huff and turn shocked to see Bucky standing in the doorway.
“Bucky!” You rush over to him but he holds his hand in front of him, he waves it in a go back gesture and you laugh.
“You have some grand plan to reveal yourself as an anniversary present then?”
“Not me.” he laughs as he turns you back around.
“Okay, turn.” You can hear the grin in his voice and as you turn you’re shocked to see him holding up the ring you’d pointed out before to him.
”How on earth did you afford that, I know the team doesn’t pay much..”
“I sold the bike.”
“Bucky, no! That was your baby, Bucky, seriously…” You almost glare at him, he grins and shrugs a little.
“You’re more important to me.”
” So I know the bride usually gets the groom a cake, but I was thinking about how you suddenly had all the money we needed to have my dream wedding…” You grin letting Bucky place his arm around you.
“And I did some digging, and lo and behold I find out that someone is flaunting the fact they have a James Buchanan Barnes signed motorcycle..” Bucky ducks, his face pinking as he avoids looking at you, you can hear Steve cheering.
“So I figured I could skip the cake and get you a better wedding present?” You nod a little and place your hands against Bucky’s chin, turning his head to look at where Bruce and Tony are maneuvering the new Harley bike next to the cake.
“This is incredible, how can I ever thank you?” He kisses you and walks over to the bike, hand never leaving yours.
“Well I’d say marry me, but we just finished with that.”
“I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Mhm, there’s a surprise for you, and just you under the seat.” He grins and assures you he’ll open it later. You’d been nervous when you’d approached Steve with the idea of getting him the bike, Steve had been more than happy to help out, and when you’d explained to him the idea you had, hiding something extra for Bucky in the seat.
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Hello! I am WintervaleWriter and this is my new Tumblr account. Before this account I have had multiple other accounts but I wanted to start on a fresh account. On here I will post information about my own stories but I will also write fanfictions! I write for the following fandoms (and maybe others in case it is requested)
Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier
Steve Rogers / Captain America
Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange
Peter Parker / Spiderman
The Umbrella Academy (s1)
The Maze Runner (1)
Peter Pan (OUAT)
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Faking Sleep Blurb
parings: Bucky x GN!Reader
Summary: Bucky feels himself blush as he tries not to disturb your ‘sleeping’ on his left shoulder. Bonus: Bucky confess his feelings, without knowing the reader is faking their sleep and hears his confession.
Bucky doesn't know how to react when you fall asleep on his shoulder; specifically, his left shoulder connected with his metal arm, which he hated. He didn't feel the heavyweight until he shifted in his position, trying to find something comfortable. He watched as your eyes closed, the way your head nuzzled into his neck comfortably. Bucky's hand twitched - ready to carry you into the bedroom and let you sleep until you awoke, but he decided against it at the last minute. It would be incredibly rude of him to wake you, such a peaceful slumber, and now that you're unconscious. Bucky could look closely and study all the small features of your face without needing to embarrass himself or getting caught staring at you. "How silly of you to do this to me, y/n," he murmurs to himself. "To think that of all of the people, you'd be the one capable enough of breaking my guarded walls. Heh, and here I thought the humane emotions I had were gone, but I guess you've proved me wrong." He wonders why he's confessing his hidden feelings out in the open, where the both of you felt at your most vulnerable. Bucky leans closer to your face, his lips brushing against your own. With his nonmetal hand, the brunette caressed your face, softly brushing away a strand of hair behind your ear. Bucky finds himself enhanced by your beauty as he stays in the closed position for a long moment before he reluctantly pulls away - blushing. Looking off, Bucky doesn't notice the slight blush on your face as you struggle to keep your eyes closed. Maybe later, you can give Bucky a surprise of a lifetime cuddles and an innocent kiss.
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