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Oh sweet Navy, I saw this tiktok that said "Women who are happily married... When did you know your husband was the one?" And my mind went straight to that scenario with Mr and Mrs Barnes😭🥹

I love this with Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, nonnie!

You Just Knew

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You always knew Bucky was the one.

Word Count: Over 500

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, being in love, feels, light angst, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I love Mr. and Mrs. Barnes so much! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You knew from your first conversation with Bucky that he was going to be an important part of your life. It was an inevitable pull beyond the immediate attraction. You wanted to know everything about him, something you hadn’t experienced with another man. The fact that he sat with you as long as he had to chat meant he felt something, too. Was it love at first sight for him? Did he just know?

You knew. 

Deep down, you always knew that you were destined to be Bucky’s wife, and he was destined to be your husband. Your paths would merge and become one, giving you love that you only dreamt about because Bucky was the one. Knowing someone was the one couldn’t be enough. It had to be a choice. You had to choose to open up to each other, and build a relationship based on respect and trust. Most of all, you had to choose to show up for the other person.

Deep down that was all you wanted- for Bucky to show up for you. 

The first time you had a bad day, you didn’t want to burden him with it. He knew you so well though and felt that something was up when you talked to him. When you admitted it wasn’t a good day, he reminded you that you were his girlfriend. If something was bothering you, it bothered him. If something was wrong, he wanted to either fix it or do what he could to make you feel better. 

“Baby, please, let me be there for you,” he begged. 

You felt like you’d cry at his words, that he wanted to drop everything to be by your side. “Can you just come over and hold me?” you asked. He didn’t need to move mountains, or set the world on fire. All you wanted was him. “I know that’s silly, but-”

“It isn’t silly. I’m on my way.”

When he showed up with your favorite comfort snack in hand, which showed how much he paid attention to you, and pulled you into his arms, you knew all over again that he was the one for you. He wasn’t just there with you physically, he was mentally and emotionally there and offered support. He chose to show up, and you felt in your core that Bucky would never stop showing up for you. He proved you right. 

Bucky didn’t just shower you with pretty words. He backed them up. He helped you through the tough times, big and small. If someone hurt you, he felt the pain and did what he could to take it away. If he was on a mission, he did his best to let you know he was thinking of you and loved you. You were his home, and he never took you for granted. 

He would always show up for you.

And no matter what life threw at you, and no matter what happened, he continued to be by your side as a united front.

Love and thanks! ❤️

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Hello everyone! I'm finally back haha (sorry if the quality isn't great, the app I use is a pain in the ass)

It's been really rough lately, I just finished my exams, had some shit going down in my personal life and someone I knew recently passed away. It's been a complete shit week, and I want to do nothing but rest for a while, so I might not post as frequently. (not that I really ever posted frequently)

But on the bright side, I've watched all the marvel films with my ma and I really wanted to draw this character because I thought he really looked cool :)

Anyway, thanks for checking this out, have a good day/night! <3

(p.s also have an Ao3 account now and I posted my first fic on it, check it out if you want, it's xmen related though :) )

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Skwonne

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"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

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HI HI HI I JUST READ ALL OF BUCKY AND FAIRY AND I'M IN LOVE!!!!! If you're willing, I'd LOVE to see a time when Fairy had to fuck someone up (like Bucky did when Phil touched Fairy in 'Cruel') now that she's the queen of New York. But like after she does it, Bucky just thinks it's the hottest thing ever

omg yes

respect

18+

as bucky's new wife, you've inherited a lot - power, money, status. but there's one thing you're yet to gain: respect. and respect isn't something you can buy or marry into, it's something you earn.

content warning: mob!bucky x wife!reader, mature themes, dark themes, threat, violence, physical violence, mention of blood and injury, minor character death, reader is slightly unhinged, smut, breeding kink hehe.

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"This isn't a good idea."

Ignoring Bucky's grumbles, you continue placing the expensive presents into the black and gold gift bag on the kitchen island. Tonight is the first big event you'll be attending as Bucky's wife, so you're determined to make sure you come across well.

"Don't ignore me," He cuts into your thinking with a cold tone.

Huffing, you look up at him from the Belgian chocolates. "You're just being negative, James," You say curtly. "I don't need that kind of energy right now."

"I'm being realistic," He corrects you pointedly, walking over to where you're leaning over the kitchen counter. "Accepting an invitation from the Brugias is a mistake. I don't trust that Aldo fucker."

"You don't trust any of them; that's the point of tonight!" You tell him, standing up straight. "Having them on side would make our lives a lot easier. As much as you hate them, they created a damn good encryption system, one which could give our operations another level of security."

Bucky raises a brow. "And you think eating a few hors d'oeuvres with them will dissolve years of conflict?" He asks you incredulously as he walks around the counter. "That is, if this isn't a trap?"

You fight the desire to roll your eyes and instead wrap your arms around him. "No, but it'll be a start," You say, looking up at him. "They've waved their white flag. Don't throw it back in their face."

His hands tightly squeeze your hips. "I told you when I married you that I'd do whatever you ask me," He reminds you lowly as his lips brush against yours. "Granted, I didn't have this in mind, but if it's what you want, then so be it." He gives you a soft kiss before his eyes slightly darken. "But if tonight ends in blood-"

You lightly hit his chest. "Jamie, you better not fight any of them," You say sternly. "They're extending an olive branch. I want you on your best behavior."

Bucky lets out a sigh. "I'll do my best," He promises. "But don't say I didn't warn you, fairy."

It's a forty minute drive in the limo to the Brugia estate. Bucky had an important business call to take so he's up front with the driver, while you pre-game with Sam and the others. They're in high spirits despite their wariness of the Brugias' intentions, but you're a little guarded. Though you're now Bucky's wife, and are treated by most of his people as such, you can't help but feel that there's something missing.

"What's got you down on a night like this?" Sam asks as he nudges your arm. "Need another shot?"

Shaking your head, you sit back in your seat. "I don't know, Sam," You reply. "I guess I thought that, after I married Jamie, things would change. Not drastically, but..."

"What's he done now?" He asks you with a frown, lowering his voice so the others can't listen in.

"No, it's nothing to do with him," You assure him quickly. "It's more to do with everyone else. They're polite, and all, but... they don't look at me the way they look at Jamie. It's glaringly obvious that, whatever pedestal they put him on, I'm not up there with him. I'm just an accessory he wears," You explain, feeling a slight weight leave your shoulders as you finally admit how you feel out loud to someone. "As if they don't think it'll last. Our marriage, I mean. Like I'm not worth the effort. They don't..."

"Respect you," Sam finishes before slowly nodding. A few moments pass before he turns his head to look down at you. "I ever tell you about when I started working with Bucky?" Once you shake your head, he continues. "I grew up with next to nothing, not even a name, until I was adopted. That wasn't much better, though. I was put to work early; doing drug runs and stealing money bags. It was rough, but it taught me a lot. I met Bucky when we were sixteen years old. His father had just passed and his uncle Jack refused to take charge, leaving Buck to take on the family business. He didn't always have the respect he has now - you know that, right?"

You nod, recalling the stories Bucky's told you about when he first took over. It wasn't simple, and he had a lot of people to win over.

"Well, imagine how little respect I was given. Some random little runt off the streets that Bucky seemed to believe in for some reason," Sam goes on to say. "Most of the people who work for Bucky worked for his dad. And their fathers worked for his grandfather, and so on. If you don't have that history, it's hard to be accepted."

"So, how did you do it?" You ask him. "How did you get their respect? I mean, I'd argue some of those guys respect you more than Jamie."

He chuckles at that. "They did what they do to anyone they don't trust- they tested me," He answers plainly. "They got one of their police friends to arrest me, to see if I'd rat on them. When I didn't, they welcomed me in with open arms."

Frowning, you look up at him. "Somehow, I can't see them doing that with me," You say flatly.

"Bucky would kill them if they tried anything like that on you," Sam says with a laugh. "Trust and respect aren't one in the same. You've been in Bucky's life a long time. They already trust you."

"But they don't respect me," You mutter. "How do I gain their respect? Make them fear me?"

"Fear and respect aren't the same, either," Sam points out. "Sure, there's a little overlap, and Bucky definitely has both those things."

"They should be afraid to disrespect me," You say bluntly.

"They are," He responds before adding, "Because they're afraid of what Bucky would do to them if they did."

You let out a huff. "What about what I would do?"

He raises a brow. "Tell Bucky?"

Offended, you hit his shoulder. "I don't just hide behind my husband," You claim firmly. "I can fight my own battles."

"Well, maybe one day you'll get the chance to prove that," Sam says with a shrug. "Respect isn't demanded. It's earned."

The talk doesn't make you feel much better, but it does make you more determined. You figure that, the more you get involved with Bucky's work, the more likely you'll get an opportunity to show his people that you're your own person who can defend herself.

It's almost midnight when you arrive at the Brugia estate.

Bucky holds your hand tightly as you walk up to the large doors. It's an impressive property, but a little tacky for your liking, with rows of brightly colored sports cars filling the front. The front doors open before Bucky has a chance to knock, and immediately, the loud music booms. A man stands there, a smile on his face, and he's wearing a purple, velvet suit. Two younger men stand behind him, the three of them looking too similar to not be the infamous Brugia brothers.

"Evening, Barnes," The eldest one in purple says, giving Bucky a wry smile. "I have to say, I was surprised when we received your RSVP. Aldo was sure you'd think it was a trap."

"Enzo," Bucky replies with a slight nod. "Admittedly, the thought crossed my mind. But my wife, Y/N, convinced me to give you a chance to say your piece."

Enzo's eyes light up at his words, and he takes your hand before placing a kiss to the back of it. Bucky instinctively tightens his grip on your other hand, which remains encased in his. "It is always a blessing for a man to receive a loving woman in his life," Enzo says, before releasing your hand and taking a few steps back. "Please, everyone, come on in."

After the initial introductions, Enzo and Carl - the eldest two - take Sam and Bucky to the side to discuss how they can work together. Bucky's other men do their best to look intimidating as they stand together. That leaves you with Aldo, which Bucky doesn't seem too happy with, but he knows you can look after yourself.

"I have to say, I was incredibly surprised to hear that you had accepted our invitation," He admits as he walks you over to the bar. "I didn't expect Barnes to be the type to grovel."

You're thrown by his wording but you do well to keep your face straight. "Grovel," You repeat lowly. Raising your voice, you glance over to Aldo and say, "Who said he's grovelling?"

Aldo doesn't answer. Instead, he asks the bartender for two shots of something you've never heard of before.

"What is it?" You ask, picking up the small glass of dark red liquid.

"Awakens the senses," He claims before clinking his glass against yours. "Saluti."

Deciding it's harmless, seeing as it's doubtful he'd try to poison you with your husband on the other side of the room, you shrug and take the shot with him. He looks pleasantly surprised, as though he expected you to refuse it.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Barnes had settled down," He says, looking you up and down. "Especially not with such a beautiful woman."

He may not have the balls to poison you in the same room as your husband, but he has no shame in flirting with you. "Yeah," You reply, looking around the crowded hall. "I never thought I'd land someone so beautiful, either."

Aldo hums, moving closer to you. "Barnes is a lucky man. And who knows? After tonight, he could become a lot luckier," He says cryptically.

"What are you talking about?" You wonder, frowning at him.

"I mean, if we were to align with him," He clarifies. "He'd be a much more powerful man with the Brugias on his side. Together, we could rule more than just New York."

"Right," You mumble, not enjoying the way he's staring deep into your eyes.

He moves closer still. "I know the type of woman you are. I know you want to prove yourself as worthy of being his queen," He says, his tone shifting from light and friendly to something darker. "As a woman, you need to establish your use, else he'll get bored and look somewhere else. Do you agree?"

You say nothing.

"Let me tell you something; Barnes is a traditional man, just like me," Aldo goes on to say. "He knows the kind of agreements men like us have. The things we trade with one another in return for allyship."

Narrowing your eyes, you wonder where he's going with this.

"It's just a part of the business," He states.

"What is?" You ask, sick of his vague statements.

"You're gonna let me fuck you," Aldo says bluntly, throwing you for a loop. "Barnes will let me use you as I see fit, and then my brothers and I will strike a deal with him. They might want a turn, too, and if that's so, you and Barnes will be more than happy to oblige. Do you understand me?"

Shocked by how brash he's being while saying the most abhorrent things, your lips part, and you take a step back. You turn around to see Bucky and Sam still talking to the older Brugia brothers. Bucky's hands remain at his side, so you doubt they're having a similar discussion to you and Aldo.

"This isn't the kind of thing men discuss over dinner," Aldo tells you. "It's a silent agreement. When I take you upstairs, Bucky will know what's happening, and he'll understand that it's necessary. Why else would he bring you here looking so beautiful? Now, are you ready to comply, or would you like another drink?"

Your mind is spinning. Confusion, surprise, and disgust swarm together in a flurry, blurring into one - and then, out of nowhere, a fourth contender joins. Anger. He's louder than the others, taking over until all you see is red.

For Aldo to assume you're nothing but a sex object that Bucky can use to gain advantage over enemies makes your guts churn. Is that how everyone sees you? Even Bucky's men, who claimed you as their Queen, do they see you as nothing more than a bartering tool?

Aldo's hand on your lower back pulls you from your thoughts.

"Take your hand off of me," You say firmly, giving him a warning glare.

His smirk only deepens and the position of his hand only lowers, until it's on your ass. "Don't be like that, baby," He mumbles. "We're all friends here. Right?"

Having had enough, and sick of the smug on on his face, you pull back your hand and punch him square in the jaw. A few of the guests immediately look over, shock on their faces. Aldo stumbles backwards, his eyes wide as he brings his fingers up to his bloody lip before he looks back at you, appalled. You don't give him a chance to say anything and punch him again, right in the same spot, making him groan in pain. This time, he looks angry. He takes a second to recover before stalking over to you and slamming his fist into your cheek.

This the point at which the kerfuffle gets the attention of Bucky. Him and the other men look over at the sound of gasps and shouts, only to see you on the floor at the feet of a bloody-faced Aldo. Immediately, Bucky begins to stalk over, Sam hot on his heels as each of them plan in their heads how they'll draw out Aldo's death to make it as slow and painful as possible.

You recover before they reach you, getting up to your feet. Aldo lets out a scoff, but you're on him before he can get a sly comment past his lips. You jab him in the throat with your fingers and lift your knee into his groin, making him double over with a groan. The burning pain on your cheek only pisses you off, driving you to continue hurting him. How dare he touch you? Does he not know who you are?

You kick him in the stomach and he falls onto his back, but he's no amateur. He's quick to get back up, aiming to grab your throat, but you dodge him. Sam and Bucky reach you but you push your husband back, shooting him a warning glare that says, stay out of this or you'll get beat, too. It takes a lot for Bucky to stand back, but when he sees you driving your balled up fist repeatedly onto Aldo's face, he knows you can handle it. He watches on in adoration - and a slight sense of intimidation - as your skin is spattered with Aldo's blood.

His brothers step forward, but Sam and Bucky keep them at bay. "Don't even think about it," Sam utters to Enzo, who holds his hands up in defence.

"Hey, this is between them two," Enzo says, him and Carl sharing a laugh.

Aldo falls to the ground, trying to kick at you but lacking the energy to land a real blow. You meet him on the floor as you sink to your knees next to him and continue slamming your fist into his face. At one point, you feel the bones in his nose crack.

"Alright, alright, you've taught him his lesson," Enzo calls out.

You look up to see a crowd has formed around you. Bucky and Sam look shocked as they stare at your bloodied hands. With heavy breaths, you slowly stand back up, unable to tell if this is a dream or if it's really happening.

Carl walks over with a smirk, kicking Aldo's still body. "C'mon, little brother, get up," He says, shaking his head. "Embarassing yourself in front of all our guests."

Slowly walking backwards towards Bucky, you feel his hand on the small of your back and allow it to help you calm down. "Fuck me, fairy," He mumbles, pulling you closer to him as he cups your cheeks and looks down at you. "Are you alright?"

"I think so," You whisper back to him.

His lip pulls up at the corner. "That was-"

"Fuck!" Carl suddenly yells from behind you.

You spin around to see him on the ground with his fingers pressed to Aldo's neck. "He... he's not breathing," He utters lowly as his eyes slowly roll up to land on you, nothing but pure contempt in them.

There's a beat of silence before at least twelve people pull out their guns, including Bucky, Sam, and the two remaining Brugia brothers.

"You killed him!" Carl yells, fury on his face. "You will pay for this!"

A second before bullets begin to fly, you feel yourself being dragged away. Your legs have no choice but to run with the person whose hand is tightly clamped around your arm, and amid the chaos you can barely see a thing. All you can hear is gunshots and screams.

It isn't until you get outside that you realise it's Peter that stole you away. He continues dragging you to the limo, only stopping once you're seated in the back. Peter takes his gun out and aims it towards the doors of the Brugia mansion, waiting for a threat to make itself present while you catch your breath.

"Fuck," You mumble, wondering if you've just got Bucky or any of his men killed. The thought of Bucky being hurt makes you spiral, and you lean out the door to grab Peter's shoulder. "We need to go back. We need to get Jamie and Sam back."

"It's not safe in there," Peter replies sternly. "They'll be okay."

"What if they're not?" You cry, turning back to the inside of the limo. Grabbing the small black case that lives under the back seats, you open it up and pull out the small pistol. You check that it's loaded before spinning back to Peter. "We can't just sit out here. We have to-"

Just then, you see some figures emerging from the front doors. Peter straightens his back and the two of you aim your guns, unable to decipher whether the men walking towards you are friendly or not in the dark.

You squint your eyes, trying to see clearer but failing. "Peter," You whisper shakily. "Who are they?"

"I don't know," He replies flatly.

Preparing for the worst, you stand up and leave the limo, taking a few steps forward. Peter doesn't stop you, which you're grateful for.

"Don't come any closer," You call out as the men arrive within earshot. "Not unless you wanna die."

"That's not very nice," One of them says, his voice instantly relaxing you.

Your shoulders fall and you let out a heavy sigh, and Peter lowers his gun, too. Bucky rushes over to you, with Sam and a few of his other men trailing behind. He grabs your hips and pulls you tightly into his body, enveloping you in his arms. You're filled with utter euphoria as you pat his back and shoulders, checking for wounds.

"You're okay?" You ask, pulling back and looking him up and down.

"I'm okay," He replies before he turns his head to the side. "Sam, round up the others and find another way home."

"What?" Sam hisses, but Bucky's too busy packing you into the back of the limo to respond.

"Jamie," You whisper as he gets in and shuts the door behind him.

He ignores you, pressing the button on the right side door, causing the partition to come down. "Take us home, Bobby."

Shit. He's pissed.

The driver turns his head and gives a nod, setting off while Bucky pulls the partition back up. He turns to you with a wild look in his eyes, the lighting in the limo finally allowing you to see the bruises and blood dotting his face. Half-expecting him to tell you how stupid you are for what you did, that you almost got him and the others killed, that you put yourself in danger, you brace yourself.

"What you did in there," He begins, placing his hand on your cheek. Here it goes. You almost wince, pre-empting his angry rant. He opens his mouth to continue. "I've never been so fucking hard in my life."

You suck in a short gasp, wondering if you heard him right. "What?" You ask with a small voice.

Bucky takes your hand and places it on his crotch, and low and behold, his boner threatens to burst through his pants. "You heard me," He mumbles, leaning in unless his lips are a mere breath away from yours. "I've never seen you like that. You were... gorgeous."

"Really?" You ask, your hand still on his clothed cock. "You're not mad?"

"Mad?" He repeats with a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Fairy, I'm in love."

You can't say anything else before he's on you, pushing you down onto the seats. He spreads your legs before leaning down to kiss you, hungry and wanting. Your dress is all but ripped off of your body as he moves his mouth down to your neck, sucking and biting on your skin. His hips can't help but grind and hump against you, his motions sending pangs of pleasure through your body.

"Fuck me," You whimper, running your hands through his hair. "Please, daddy."

He all but rips off his suit jacket and pulls down his zipper. You know he isn't about to take his time or be gentle or make love to you, and you've never been so excited. He pushes your panties to the side while rubbing his cock against your soft inner thighs, his precum staining your skin.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen," He utters while sinking his cock into you. You throw your head back as you anticipate him filling you up, and he doesn't disappoint. Your pussy sucks him deeper into you and Bucky falls forward, his head in your neck. "Oh, fuck, baby."

Your nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt as he bottoms out. He lifts his head and brings his mouth to yours. His breath hits your lips. For a second, the two of you just stare into each other's eyes while his cock sits inside you. Then, with a clenched jaw, Bucky begins to thrust in and out of you. He quickly gains speed, his eyes still boring into yours.

"You're mine," He grunts, slamming into you. "You're all mine. Nobody else will ever get to fuck you like this. No-one."

"Just you, Jamie," You cry, your chest fluttering as pure pleasure overwhelms you. "I'm only yours. Forever."

"Forever," He repeats with a whisper, fucking you harder with his hand wrapped around your throat. "You're mine to own. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed."

His words make your eyes roll back. For a couple that have agreed they don't want children, you and Bucky can't help but give into your breeding kinks.

"Yes, daddy, yes!" You moan, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"That's it, good girl," He grunts, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "So good at taking my cock, aren't you?"

Your heart races as your mind swarms with nothing but dedication to Bucky. The chaotic events that took place just moments ago can be thought about later; right now, all that matters is him.

"Fuck," He groans, resting his forehead against yours. He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs circles on it, making your legs tense up around his waist.

"Bucky," You breathe out. "I'm close."

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, baby?" Bucky asks with a lazy smirk on his lips as he continues rubbing your clit. "C'mon, show me how good I'm making you feel. Cum for me."

A shiver travels down your spine with a cool trickle, ending with an explosion of ecstasy. You scream his name, at least you think you do- for a few moments, you can't hear anything. Then, slowly, Bucky's voice fades back into earshot as he chants your name, his cock twitching inside you.

"Take my cum, fairy," He groans, thrusting harder as he reaches his end inside you. "Just like that, my good girl, my baby."

You're breathing heavily as he collapses onto you, fully spent. His face rests against your rising and falling chest, his hands finding yours and linking your fingers together.

After a few moments of utter bliss as you both slowly float down, Bucky sits up. You remain on your back as you stare at the roof of the limo, listening to the sound of his zipper with a whisper of a smile on your lips.

Once you've fully recovered, you sit up too, and he pulls you onto his lap.

"Jamie," You begin, swallowing thickly. "Did he... is he really dead?"

His eyes flicker up to meet yours. He takes one of your hands and kisses your fingers before nodding.

You're expecting to feel something heavy at his confirmation. Guilt? Fear? Regret? You search for those things, but all you find is indifference. Perhaps that should scare you in itself.

"I killed him," You mutter.

"You did," Bucky says. "And, knowing you, I don't doubt for a second that he deserved it."

Just then, you find it - a tiny hint of doubt. Conflict in your mind. Did he? You replay the events of the night. His words. The way he touched you, as though you were just something to hold. Something to use.

You rest your free hand on Bucky's shoulder. "He did," You reply.

He kisses your fingers again, before taking your hand and placing it on his cheek. "You gonna tell me what he did?" He asks you with a quirked brow.

Your lips purse. "No," You decide. Knowing what Aldo said to you will only give Bucky anger, with nowhere to release it. He's already dead.

Though he wants to know, Bucky also knows that he won't enjoy hearing it. If you think he doesn't need to know, then so be it.

"Hey," He whispers, squeezing your thigh. "I love you."

"I love you," You return.

You recognize the glint in his eyes to be one of concern. And rightfully so; you just killed a man. You knew marrying Bucky would put you in a heightened position of danger, but it never once crossed your mind that you'd ever hurt anyone. The fact that Aldo deserved it makes it easier to swallow, but it's still shaken you.

But this is your life now. You can't crumble because you've done something you weren't expecting to - being Bucky's wife means you'll have to do some unsavoury things sometimes. You weren't forced to kill Aldo - you wanted to hurt him. You didn't want to kill him, but it happened.

Your lawyer brain wonders if you'd get away with it if the law was something you still had to worry about. "I'd probably be able to swing involuntary manslaughter," You find yourself saying out loud. "I mean, if I got arrested."

"You're not gonna get-"

"No, I know," You assure him. "I'm just saying. I have no priors- oh, except for that little fraud thing your uncle Jack framed me for. If I cried self defence, I'd probably get less than 5 years."

"Fairy, you don't need to think about that," Bucky says softly. "No matter what you do, you will always be safe with me."

"I know, Jamie," You insist. "I know I'm safe. I don't think a SWAT team are gonna barge into our bedroom tonight. I'm just... thinking. Processing."

"Okay," Bucky mumbles, giving you the space to process things the way you need to.

With a small smile, you can't help but release a little laugh. "Did you really... was that...?"

He frowns, gently rubbing your thigh. "What are you asking me, hmm?"

"Uh..." Your cheeks heat up and you look down. "That really turned you on?"

Bucky laughs before pushing your chin up. "You still get shy asking me stuff like that?" He wonders with a glint in his eyes. "You're my wife now, fairy. If you wanna make inquiries about my dick, feel free to."

"I just- I didn't know," You stumble, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. "You really... enjoyed seeing me like that?"

He stares at you for a few seconds, thinking to himself before speaking. "You're never quicker to get on your knees than when I'm covered in someone else's blood," He states bluntly. "We're the same animal, fairy."

You start to laugh, but the look on his face makes you stop. You realize he's right- you're just as deranged as him. There's very little about you that's different to Bucky - very little that separates you.

"The same animal," You repeat with a mumble, before he pulls you in for a deep, long kiss.

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Come on Over

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You stop by with a gift for Alpine.

Word Count: Over 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff, longing, pining, canon divergent neighbor AU, flirting of sorts, kissing, getting together, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Follow up to Cooking Together! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Two days. It had been two days since Bucky cooked dinner with you in his apartment and he couldn't stop thinking about you. You consumed his thoughts, your voice, your smile, how close you two were while you cooked. He couldn't stop imagining dancing with you in the kitchen, your body against his, your hearts racing in time. 

The meal was one of the best he had ever made, which he believed had to be because you helped make it. The conversation at the table was nice, too. He made you laugh more than once, and he felt completely at ease. Nothing forced or awkward. It felt like a date. 

But instead of asking you out on a real date when he walked you back to your apartment, he wished you good night and nothing more. Not even a kiss on the cheek. He thought you looked disappointed for a second, but you gave a smile and wished him a good night, too. He almost stopped you before you went into your place, but something just… held him back.

“I’m an idiot,” he whispered, sitting down with a book to distract himself. 

Alpine let out a meow as if she agreed, walking out of the room with her tail high.

“Thanks, Al. I appreciate the vote of confidence,” he muttered. 

He hadn't made it to the end of the page when he heard a knock at the door. Placing the bookmark in with a sigh, he took a second to stretch once he stood up. He wasn’t expecting company and he hadn't ordered anything. Hopefully whoever was at the door wouldn’t be there for long. 

“One sec,” he called out, slowly making his way over.

Once he opened it, his heart skipped a beat and he wished he would have rushed to get there instead of taking his time.

“Hi, Bucky!” you smiled. 

He opened the door more to get a better look at you. Dressed down and holding a large box in your hands, you looked effortlessly beautiful. Did you have any idea what sort of spell you put on him whenever he saw you? 

“Hi,” he breathed when he realized he was staring for too long.

“How are you?” 

“Good,” he replied. Better now that he got to see you. It was also nice because you didn't ask him how he was for the sake of asking. You genuinely wanted to know. “How are you?” he asked, smoothing out his hair followed by his shirt for no reason. Did he look okay? 

“I’m also good,” you said, frowning after a second. “But I should've asked if I could stop by. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he replied, his book long forgotten as he let you inside. Even if he had plans, he would’ve found a way to shift them around and make time for you. “I’m glad you stopped by.”

“Really?” You bit your lip, and he had to stop himself from groaning. “I was just here a couple of days ago.”

It felt like too long of a gap in-between seeing you. “You can come over whenever you want,” he smiled. He wished you could stop by every day.

Your shoulders relaxed and so did he. “I’m glad to hear that since I may have gotten a little something for Alpine and I was so excited that I couldn’t wait to bring it over.” You held up the box, your eyes crinkling with happiness. “But if you don't like it I can return it.”

“We really are spoiling her,” he chuckled, taking the box from your hands. He didnt mind spoiling Alpine, and it meant a lot that you cared about her. “I’m sure she’ll love your gift.”

Your smile brightened up the room and he found himself staring again. He wanted to drop the box and pull you into his arms to kiss you, ask you out on a date against your lips. Something.

“Hey, Alpine,” you said when she walked back into the living room, snapping him out of his thoughts. She went right to you and rubbed herself against your leg with a gentle purr. He considered himself lucky that his cat adored you so much.

“Look, Al. She got you a present,” he smiled, opening up the box. His eyes widened when looked inside. “And she outdid herself this time.”

You giggled when he took a mini sofa out. Alpine had a big pillow that she curled up on, but this was so much better in his eyes. “I thought it was perfect for her.”

“You mean purrfect?” he asked, inwardly cringing. Yeah, his game sucked. 

But you giggled again, a sweet sound that made him sigh. “That's exactly what I meant.”

His eyes darted between his sofa and the mini one in his hand. “It… It matches mine,” he whispered, his heart full at the realization. “Did you have this specially made?”

You looked away for a moment. “Well, the sofa itself isn’t specially made, but the cover is. I figured since she’s your little partner in crime that she should have a sofa like yours to relax on,” you explained, a shy smile gracing your beautiful face. “I also figured I could take photos of her resting on it and send them when you’re on your next mission.”

He swallowed hard when he met your stare. Was it possible to fall for you more? “It’s a really thoughtful gift,” he said, setting it down so Alpine could inspect it for herself. You put time and effort into it, and he knew she’d sense that and love it.

“There’s one more thing,” you smiled, nodding to the box.

His brows pinched together before he looked inside. He somehow completely missed the small card at the bottom. “And what’s this?” he asked.

“It might be a gift card for that pizza place that you order from every week,” you casually said. If Alpine’s gift made his heart full, the additional gift had it overflowing. It may have seemed like a small gesture to you, but it meant a lot that you paid attention to his likes. “I know we plan on taking turns cooking together and I’m really looking forward to that, but I also know how much you love their pizza.”

Bucky pictured himself curled up with you on the sofa while you shared a pizza, Alpine on her little sofa nearby. The mental image brought a soft smile to his face. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I wanted to, Bucky,” you said. 

Bucky wanted to do nice things for you, too. He wanted to treat you like the queen you were. You deserved it so much and more. Not just for being a good neighbor, but for being you; a shining beacon of light, something he craved after living in darkness for so long. 

He moved closer and took one of your hands in his, your breath hitching when his thumb moved along your skin. He heard your heart racing, that same familiar excitement when he was close to you in the kitchen. “You’re beautiful,” he said before he could stop himself. “And amazing.”

“Oh.” He could practically hear the blood rushing to your cheeks. “I'm not-”

“Yes, you are. Believe me.” He wanted to sing your praises. God, how would you react if he praised you in bed? 

You dipped your head when you giggled and he wanted to tip your chin up so he could see your pretty eyes again. “Well, you're very handsome and amazing, too,” you said so softly he almost missed it. You thought he was handsome? Amazing? “And I meant it when I said you're the best neighbor I’ve ever had.” You put a finger up when he opened his mouth. “If I can't argue when you compliment me, neither can you.”

“Fair enough,” he said, but wanted to be more than just the best neighbor you’ve ever had. “Do you… have any plans for the rest of the day?” 

“No, I don't have any plans,” you answered, gazing at him expectantly, giving him an opening. 

He inched forward, his heart racing. He had to take a chance, something he should've done two days ago. “Will you stay for dinner then?”

“Yeah, I will,” you smiled. He exhaled, happy that you wanted to stay. “Are we cooking something or ordering pizza?”

“I think it’s only fair that we get pizza since you were kind enough to get me that gift card.” As nice as that sounded, it wasn't enough. He selfishly wanted more. “But maybe…”

“Maybe what?” you asked, a hopeful look in your eyes that said he was reading this right.

“Maybe we can have dinner this weekend, but as a date.”

He steeled himself, praying that you'd still be a friend and a good neighbor at the very least if he read it wrong and you didn't want to go out with him.

“Yeah,” you exhaled, your smile widening more. He almost didn't believe his ears. “I’d love that.”

“You… You really want to go out with me?” he asked, needing to hear you say it again to make sure he wasn't dreaming. 

You brought a hand to his cheek and he didn't hesitate to lean into your touch. “I really do.”

He still had your other hand in his and he wondered if he felt the light tremble that moved through his body. “Am I pushing my luck if I kiss you?”

You trembled this time. “Not at all,” you whispered. 

His heart pounded in his ears when he leaned in. His nose brushed yours affectionately, giving you a chance to pull away if you wanted, wanting to do this right. But you were waiting with bated breath, your lips skimming his and giving him permission. So he pressed his mouth against yours in the gentlest of kisses, not wanting to take more than you were willing to offer, not wanting to rush it. 

“Should've done that two nights ago,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. He should've kissed you a long time ago.

“So, you did want to kiss me two nights ago?” you asked breathlessly. 

“Been wanting to kiss you for ages,” he admitted. He just wanted you, however you’d let him have you.

“I’ve been wanting that, too,” you smiled, letting him wrap his arm around you to hold you closer. Hearing you admit that brought a sense of relief and hunger. “So kiss me again.”

“In front of Al?” he teased, who was already curled up on her new sofa.

“Well.” He frowned when you tried to pull out of his grasp. “If you don't want to…” 

He immediately pulled you back to him, smothering your giggle with his lips. He wanted to spend the rest of the day kissing you. And that was exactly what he did. 

So sweet! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Kneel for Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You're done with work, and Bucky is eager to have you.

Word Count: Over 2k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, porn with very little plot, oral sex (m. receiving, f. implied), implied unprotected v. sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, bit of fluff, established relationship, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: @fckmebarnes gave me permission to run with this post. I appreciate you, my lovely! Also submitting this for @avengers-assemble-bingo Kinky Bingo (prompt - "kneel for me"). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You slumped in your desk chair and sighed. Work was finally done for the day. You could sign off, relax, and have that movie night with Bucky. It worried him that you'd work a little over since it had been busy, but you thankfully didn’t have to worry about getting trapped at the office or dealing with traffic. You ended your week at 40 hours and not a second more.

“I’m done! I’m free!” you called out, frowning when you took your earbuds out and left the office. The place was quiet. Bucky didn’t keep the television or music too loud anyway thanks to his sharp hearing, but you didn’t hear a sound. Maybe he decided to take a quick nap or read while he waited for you. He was also stealthy as hell and could’ve moved around the place without drawing attention.

As if Bucky read your thoughts, he let out a moan from the living room. The sound was so sexy that you stopped in your tracks. It didn’t matter if Bucky Barnes moaned, growled, whimpered, gasped, each sound was a blessing and erotic music to your ears. Not only that, it was your name that he moaned.

Suffice to say your panties were already damp when you found the strength to walk again.

“Bucky?” you asked, locking eyes with him once you made it to the living room.

Your beautiful god of man sat naked on the couch, his metal arm draped over the back as his eyes slid up and down your body. Shivering under his heated stare and watching as the blue of his eyes faded to a small ring around the blown pupils, you stood mesmerized as he spread his legs more. He was like a king, powerful, imposing, commanding. And everything about the man was big; thick thighs, broad torso, ripped arms, and a massive cock that he lazily stroked.

Doing your best not to drool, you couldn’t help the whimper you let out. He was so hard, so big, and it was all for you. Another pair of panties thoroughly ruined thanks to him, the way he always ruined you.

“Finally.” The husk in his voice made you shiver again. “Hope you don’t mind that I started without you.”

Knowing him, he likely counted down the seconds until you signed off. “You don’t plan to finish without me, do you?” you asked, starting to strip down. He licked his lips at the sight of you and groaned when your breasts spilled free. It didn’t matter how many times he saw you naked, it was always like he was seeing you for the first time. If anything you felt more confident in your body thanks to him.

“I plan to finish in or on you. Maybe both. Figured I’d start with your mouth,” he smirked, nodding to the floor. He already had a pillow waiting for you, not wanting your knees to feel sore. The thoughtful gesture spread more heat through you and made your heart race. He was also thoughtful enough to put a towel underneath himself to not get the couch dirty. “How badly do you wanna suck my cock? Dyin’ to get your pretty lips wrapped around me.”

You whimpered again. You loved this sexual side of your man, unafraid of being vocal. Intimacy and trust had taken time, and it was worth every second. He was worth every second.

“Before I even think about sucking your cock, are you even going to ask how the rest of work was?” you teased, tossing your ruined underwear at him once they were off.

He caught them easily and let out an obscene moan when he put them to his nose and mouth. Your exhale was shaky as he moaned again into them and stroked himself faster. “How was the rest of work?” he asked against the fabric. “Fucking Christ, these are soaked. You smell so good. This all for me?”

“It’s always for you,” you said, tempted to dip your hand between your legs and touch yourself like he was doing. “And work was fine.” He would've known if it was anything other than fine since he liked to check on you.

“You work so hard, sweetheart. You deserve a reward,” he smirked, setting the underwear aside. “So I’ll ask again- How badly do you want to suck my cock?”

Watching him smear the precum around the tip with his thumb, it was a feat you hadn’t dropped right to your knees. “Enough to beg for it,” you admitted. Who wouldn’t want to suck his cock? Who wouldn’t beg for him?

“I won’t make you beg. I’ll give it to you,” he promised, beckoning you forward with a metal finger. He’d get you off, too, since he was a giving partner like that.

You strode toward him naked, confident. Before you could drop to your knees, he lunged forward and gripped the back of your head. His mouth met yours when your lips parted, swallowing down your gasp. Pliant and eager, you allowed him to take control when his tongue plunged in and didn’t stop him when the metal hand slid from the back of your head to your front.

“You’re addicting,” he breathed, making you gasp again when he brushed his thumb across a hardened nipple. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Your throat went dry at the raw desire in his eyes, wishing you could form a coherent response. After everything he experienced, he deserved to have whatever he wanted. And what he wanted was you. It still made your head spin.

“Oh, yeah? Then how badly do you want me to suck your cock?” you asked.

“Enough to beg for it,” he replied, repeating your words. He’d get on his knees if you asked, something he’d never do for anyone else.

“I won’t make you beg. I’ll give it to you,” you smiled, repeating his words back in turn.

He let out a sharp breath. “Kneel for me,” he ordered, something tender in his gaze when you obediently dropped to your knees. Bringing a hand to your cheek, your skin warmed under his touch. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart.”

Your heart thudded against your chest. “You’re beautiful.” Bucky was a work of art that some higher being deemed too perfect in creation and gave him scars to take that perfection away. It only made him more beautiful in your eyes. You wanted him to see how much you wanted him, wanted him to feel it in his heart.

“Show me with your mouth how beautiful you think I am,” he whispered.

You’d show him that, and how much you loved him and more.

Gently batting his hand away, you replaced it with yours and gripped the base. Your walls clenched, wanting to feel that thickness inside you, but you'd be patient. Breathing over the head of his cock and gazing up at him, you pressed a kiss to it and licked the drop of precum from your lips. The flavor exploded on your tongue, taking over the way he always took over.

He groaned and bucked his hips slightly, demanding more of your mouth when you sucked the head in and didn’t go further. You wanted to tease him a little, but relented and took a bit more in. “Feels so good. Your mouth is perfect. All of your holes are perfect,” he growled, putting a hand on your head again but not pushing you down. “And they’re just for me.”

You moaned, swallowing as much of him down as you could at his possessive tone. The first time you went down on him your eyes watered when he hit the back of your throat, but now your throat relaxed and made room for him. He carved out a home for himself in every part of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his thrusts shallow at first as he held you in place. “Should take a picture and show you how pretty you look with my cock shoved down your throat.”

You keened and let him glide along your tongue, your clit throbbing and hole clenching. He could take as many pictures as he wanted. And squeezing his thigh, you silently gave him permission to use you, to take what he wanted. As if he didn’t get that message loud and clear, you gave his heavy balls a gentle squeeze, too.

His control snapped.

You whined and looked up at him. You had to be a sight to behold, your lips stretched around his girth, saliva seeping from the corners of your mouth, a little shine in your eyes. And him? His cheeks rosier than usual, eyes half lidded, mouth parted as he panted. He was on the verge of ecstasy. That was what you did to each other.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Take it,” he praised, pushing faster, deeper. You breathed through your nose and tried to bring a hand between your legs to relieve yourself, but you froze when he narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare. That’s my pussy, and I’m getting you off after this.”

You whined again. Of course he would. But if your pussy was his, then his cock was yours and you were going to show him that.

You dragged your tongue along one of his veins, knowing how insane it drove him, before you bobbed your head at an almost punishing pace. “Gonna make me come,” he groaned to warn you, but you didn’t let up. You wanted to make him come just like this. Down your throat or on your face, it didn’t matter. You wanted him to claim you as much as you were claiming him.

His cock pulsed and he trembled before he grunted your name. His eyes nearly rolled back when his hips stuttered, lost in the heat of your mouth as he came. The taste of him hit your tongue before he pulled you off, hardly giving you a chance to suck in a breath or swallow as the rest of his release splashed on your lips and chin. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d finish in and on you.

You felt debauched, owned, and perfect.

“So fucking beautiful,” he panted, smearing his taste across your lip with his thumb before you sucked it into your mouth. “And so greedy,” he teased.

“It’s your fault,” you said, your voice raspy before he brought a bottle of water to your lips. Of course he had that beside him. You would’ve noticed if you hadn’t been so occupied by the sight of him jerking off.

“Glad I could get you addicted to me,” he smiled, leaning forward once you had enough to drink. It was true. Bucky Barnes was an addiction. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern suddenly etched on his handsome face.

You smiled when his fingertips skimmed your throat. As insatiable as he was, he never wanted you sore or uncomfortable. “More than okay,” you promised. You would’ve given him a sign if you weren’t, and he would’ve picked up on any discomfort.

“Wasn’t too much?” he pressed just to be sure.

“Never,” you promised, kissing his lips. He would never be too much for you.

He sighed into the kiss. “Then come here.”

“What are you…” Your eyes widened when he made you straddle him, keeping you hovered over his cock. He was still hard. Or was he hard again? Damn super soldier and his stamina.

“Told you I’d get my pussy off. Not about to leave any of your holes empty tonight,” he smirked, rubbing the head along your wet walls and licking the remainder of his release from your chin. “After I’m done fucking you, you can sit on my face.”

You shuddered and gripped his shoulders when he kissed the corner of your mouth, desperately wanting him to fill you up and have his stubble leave a delicious burn once he feasted. “We aren’t watching movies tonight, are we?”

“No, but this is much more fun.” You had to agree. “Now take a seat because we aren’t done by a long shot.”

Hope you lovelies enjoyed! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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Jackass

Summary : Everyone is horrified that Bucky is flirting with a married woman, but then they realise there's a reason why. 

Pairing : Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x florist!reader (she/her) 

Warnings/tags : Secret wife trope. Cursing, Injury. Featuring the Thunderbolts*. Bucky kinda gaslights the entire team. Fluff!!!!

Word count : 3k

Note : The next chapter of spoils of war is almost here, but I just need to go over a couple of paragraphs! In the meantime, enjoy!

The Thunderbolts knew a few undeniable truths about Bucky Barnes.

One: He was grumpy.

Two: He was a private person.

Three: He never, ever let anyone see where he lived.

That last one bothered them the most. They’d pieced together the general area; a quiet neighborhood with old brick buildings, modern cafés, and just enough charm to make it feel… vintage. But no one had ever set foot inside his home, no one had even seen him unlock the door to his sanctuary, since he dodged every casual suggestion to hang out at his place with a variation of “I got plans” or another. And, curiously, every time they stopped for coffee in this part of town, Bucky would mysteriously slip into the tiny flower shop beneath a brick apartment building.

That was odd. No one would’ve guessed that Bucky Barnes even liked flowers.

What was even odder was that this infinitely grumpy, emotionally constipated, “I hate people” supersoldier — would be capable of flirting.

With the florist.

With you.

“Are we seeing this right?” Yelena whispered, elbowing Alexei as they peered through the shop window after Bucky made them wait outside. 

They watched as Bucky stood by the counter, leaning in ever so slightly, a charming grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched you wrap a bouquet.

“He’s smiling,” Alexei muttered, horrified.

Inside, Bucky reached for the bouquet you were tying up, his gloved fingers brushing against yours. You playfully smacked his hand away, laughing. He laughed, too, and that was enough to send Yelena spiraling into an existential crisis.

Yelena squinted. “He’s flirting.”

Alexei frowned. “Bucky does not flirt.”

“I know. That’s why I’m freaking out.”

They watched as you handed him the bouquet, and in return, Bucky gave you a wink. And then he turned, walking out like he hadn’t just transformed into a different person.

That was when Yelena, utterly horrified Yelena, caught a flash of gold on your ring finger. She squinted her eyes. It was unmistakable. “Wait a second—”

As soon as he got back to them, Alexei folded his arms. “You were flirting.”

Bucky scoffed. “I was not.”

“She’s married!” Yelena accused, pointing dramatically. “She had a ring! You flirted with a married woman!”

Bucky didn’t even blink. He simply shrugged, tucking the bouquet carefully under his arm. “I didn’t see a ring.”

“She was literally wearing it—”

“I didn’t see a ring,” Bucky insisted, tugging absentmindedly at the chain around his neck— the one that held his dog tags, hidden under his shirt.

Yelena and Alexei exchanged a deeply disturbed look.

Bucky Barnes was flirting with a married florist.

What was the world coming to?

—

Bucky knew he’d fucked up the second he stepped back into Thunderbolts HQ. 

Alexie had just looked confused, while Yelena had been simmering the entire walk back, her arms crossed so tightly over her chest it was a miracle she hadn’t snapped a rib. 

She lasted exactly two seconds before she exploded. “You are jackass, Barnes!”

Bucky barely had time to sigh before she stomped closer.

“What’s so wrong with what I did?” he muttered, placing the bouquet of flowers in an empty vase

Yelena let out an incredulous laugh, pacing in front of him like a caged tiger ready to strike. “What’s wrong?” she echoed, her accent thickening with rage. “You flirted with a married woman! I should punch you in the face on principle!”

From the lounge, John Walker looked up from whatever government-issued nonsense he was pretending to read. His brows immediately furrowed, his eyes twisting into the signature disapproving dad look he’d perfected. “Wait, what?”

Ava, who had been drinking tea in the corner, raised an eyebrow. “This is scandalous,” she murmured, eyes brightening with intrigue.

Alexei, who was now plopped on the couch like some washed-up, Soviet-era king, said, “If a man had flirted with my wife like that, I would have hunt him down and mount his head on wall.” He crossed his arms, nodding to himself in approval. “As is tradition.”

Bucky scowled. “I wasn’t flirting.”

“Oh?” Yelena snorted, “So you were just undressing her with your eyes for fun, then?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “That’s just how I look at people.”

Alexie shook his head. “So you look at us like that?”

Bucky opened his mouth. Then immediately shut it.

Yelena’s hands curled into fists. “Yeah. Thought so.”

John’s arms crossed over his chest in that holier-than-thou stance that he was so famous for. “Look, man, I’m married. And if someone flirted with my wife, we’d have a problem.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Bucky groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You guys are making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Nothing?” Yelena threw up her hands. “She’s married, Bucky!”

“Okay, even if I was flirting,” Bucky turned to her, exasperated— “I didn’t see a ring.”

Yelena’s hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp like she was resisting the urge to rip out her own hair. “You probably chose to look away!”

John sighed like a disappointed youth pastor. “This is unbelievable.”

“No,” Bucky still insisted, “I didn’t see a ring.”

Yelena’s jaw dropped. “It was a thick gold band, Barnes. How could you not see it?”

Ava, who was clearly enjoying the drama more than anyone, sighed. “That is inappropriate behaviour, Barnes.”

Alexei shook his head again, “You should apologise.”

“I’m not apologising,” Bucky scoffed, “Because I did nothing wrong.”

His fingers toyed absentmindedly with the chain that led to his dog tags, and Yelena immediately locked onto the movement. Every person has a tell, a habit they did when they were nervous. And being a super spy, Yelena knew this was his.

She narrowed her eyes. “You are gaslighting us,” she muttered, pacing again like she was mentally weighing the pros and cons of strangling a super soldier.

“I didn’t see a ring,” Bucky repeated, his voice steady.

“You’re lying,” she snapped.

He shrugged, maddeningly casual in all of this chaos. “Guess we’ll never know.”

Ava laughed cynically. “I can’t tell if you’re a complete scumbag or if this is just really fun for you.”

Bucky just popped a beer from the fridge, flicking the cap off with his metal hand. “Why not both?”

He took a long sip of his beer, completely unbothered.

And maybe, he looked a little bit too smug.

—

Three weeks later, Bucky led Yelena and John on a mission to take down a high-scale arms dealer.

And, as always, the mission had gone sideways.

It was too late for any shops to be open, too late for anyone with a shred of common sense to be out on the streets. 

Yelena was bleeding, pressing a torn scrap of fabric against a deep gash on her arm. John had a busted lip and a slight limp. Bucky was sporting a few cuts and bruises himself, but nothing he hadn’t shaken off a thousand times before.

“Guys,” Yelena managed a grunt, shifting her grip on her makeshift bandage, “we need to get ourselves patched up before one of us drops dead.”

“We ran out of antiseptics back at HQ,” John reminded them.

Yelena groaned, throwing her head back in despair. “So what are we supposed to do?” She gritted out, “Just bleed out in the street like sad little orphans?”

John scowled. “That’s a little dramatic.”

Yelena turned and glared at him. “Your face is dramatic.”

Bucky let out a deep breath through his nose, running a hand along his damp hair. He glanced around the street, making sure they weren’t being followed before whispering to himself, “Guess we’re doing this now.”

Yelena tilted her head. “Doing what?”

Instead of answering, Bucky turned on his heel and started walking.

John and Yelena gave each other a wary look.

“I don’t like when he does that,” John said.

“No one does,” Yelena agreed, but they both followed anyway. 

It didn’t take long for them to recognise the route— ​​It was the neighbourhood where the team usually got coffee.

But Bucky wasn’t heading to the café.

They rounded the corner, and suddenly John stopped dead in his tracks.

It was a closed florist—the very one where Bucky had, allegedly, been trying to charm his way into a married woman’s bed.

To John’s absolute horror, Bucky walked right up to the door and knocked.

“Bucky.” He said, voice strangled. “What the hell is this?”

Yelena blinked. “I don’t think we need to seduce a married florist to get medical supplies.”

Bucky sighed, rubbing his temples like he was already regretting this decision. He turned to them, leveling them both with a look. “Alright, listen up,” he said through gritted teeth. "The secret’s out now, so you two gotta keep your mouths shut.”

John’s brows furrowed. “What secret?”

Before Bucky could answer, the door to the flower shop clicked open.

And there you were, standing in the doorway, wrapped in one of Bucky’s hoodies, looking exactly how he’d expected: exasperated but unsurprised. He knew you’d still be up, cataloguing the latest floral shipment for tomorrow’s arrangements.

The second your eyes landed on a bruised and bloodied Bucky, and flanked by two wounded Thunderbolts, no less—you let out a sigh.

“James,” you said knowingly, your voice laced with fond irritation. “What did you do?”

Yelena and John froze in their tracks.

James?

James?

No one called Bucky by his first name. No one. Not unless they had a death wish.

Bucky, unfazed, just stepped inside. “We ran out of antiseptics, honey.”

Yelena and John exchanged a wide-eyed look.

Honey?

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Again?”

Bucky shrugged like this was a perfectly normal Thursday night occurrence.

You muttered under your breath, “I should’ve known this would happen when I married an ex-assassin.”

Oh.

Yelena’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “Married.” she repeated

John blinked rapidly. “This is why we can never go to your place?”

Bucky could only shrug. Of course it was— they would have seen the evidence of how much love in his home was carved out for just you.

John let out a wheeze.

Yelena pointed between you and Bucky, motioning erratically. “Wait. WAIT. So—so she’s your wife? She married you?”

Bucky nodded. “Yup.”

“Like—actually married?”

“Mhm.”

Yelena gasped, clutching her chest like she’d been personally betrayed. In a way, she had. “And no one knows?”

Bucky thought for a second. “Sam does.”

“And Joaquin,” you added, trying to be helpful.

Bucky nodded. “Right. Joaquin.”

“Oh, and Isaiah and Elijah Bradley.”

“Yeah, they were at the wedding.”

“A teenager knew about this,” John’s eye twitched, “—and we didn’t?”

Bucky could only nod again.

Yelena rubbed a hand down her face, “You gaslit us,” she accused, jabbing a finger at Bucky. “You let us believe you were a homewrecker for weeks—when you were married the whole time?!”

You snorted, glancing at Bucky, who had the audacity to look smug. “Yeah, that sounds like my husband.”

Yelena let out a string of very creative Russian curses.

John looked like he was about to have a stroke. 

“All secrets aside,” you said, welcoming the two disoriented Thunderbolts in and locking the door behind you, “It’s good to finally meet you both.”

John still looked like he was buffering. Yelena, on the other hand, was vibrating with adrenaline, looking like she was trying to solve a conspiracy theory in real time.

“This is—this is insane,” she muttered, pointing aggressively at Bucky, then at you, then back at Bucky. “You’re—you’re so normal.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’d like to think so.”

Bucky just hummed. “She’s perfect.”

Yelena actually sputtered like an old car engine.

John made a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a strangled laugh. This was all too much.

But there wasn’t time to let them spiral further. Bucky, gently nudged you toward the others. “Take care of them first, darling. They’ve got worse injuries.”

You frowned, wanting to protest—because, really, Bucky should always be your first priority—but your husband was nothing if not stubborn. You knew better than to argue when he had that look in his eyes— you knew that fighting him on this would only drag things out longer, and right now, time was precious.

You turned your attention to Yelena and John, motioning for them to follow you deeper into the shop. The scent of lavender, roses, and freshly cut stems—clung to the air as you led them toward the back, where your little work table stood tucked in the corner.

Years of practice had made you quick. You moved with quiet efficiency, gathering supplies from neat shelves: you cut and split an aloe vera plant for burns, grabbed bandages, and a mix of balms you’d perfected over your time tending to Bucky. It wasn’t the kind of sterile, military-grade first aid they were used to, but it would have to do for now.

You started tending to Yelena’s arm, gently dabbing the wound with fresh aloe. She hissed through her teeth before narrowing her eyes at you.

“So how long has this been a thing?” she demanded. Bucky, now leaning lazily against the counter with his arms crossed, barely spared her a glance. “A while.”

John scoffed, “A while?”

You bit back a grin as you smoothed a bandage over Yelena’s arm, “Three years.”

Yelena’s jaw dropped.

“Three—” She turned to Bucky so fast it was a miracle she didn’t give herself whiplash. “You’ve been married for three years?!”

John let out a long, defeated groan,This was simply too much to process. “Fuck’s sake.”

Yelena shook her head. “I thought you were a loner who hated people."

Bucky only shrugged, unbothered. 

You chuckled as you pressed the last piece of medical tape into place on Yelena’s arm. “Alright, you’re done.” Then, glancing at John, you motioned for him to sit. “Your turn.”

John sighed but still plopped down. You took his hand gently, turning it over to examine his bruised knuckles before moving to his busted lip.

Meanwhile, they kept peppering you with questions, barely giving you room to breathe.

“How did you meet?”

“How do you put up with Bucky’s brooding?”

“Does he ever actually smile?”

At that last one, you paused, dabbing at John’s lip carefully. “He smiles all the time.”

John let out a scoff. “No, he doesn’t.”

You glanced over at Bucky, knowing he showed that part of him to you and no one else. “Oh, he does.”

And then, finally, it was Bucky’s turn.

You turned to him, your brows knitting together as you studied the little cuts on his cheek, the dried blood near his brows. He looked a little tired, a little worn around the edges. 

Your fingers found his chin, tilting his face toward you as you inspected the damage. Your touch was so featherlight, so incredibly careful. There was no missing the way your thumb brushed over his cheekbone— how incredibly gentle it was.

“You should’ve let me do you first,” you murmured, half-scolding, half-concerned.

Bucky’s lips curved into a small smile, a flicker of mischief lighting his tired blue eyes. “That’s exactly what you said last night, sweetheart.”

John choked.

Yelena groaned, grabbing the nearest pillow from the nearest chair and hurling it at Bucky’s head. “You two are disgusting.”

Bucky caught the pillow effortlessly, giving her a smug grin before setting it aside. When his eyes found yours again, his shit-eating grin turned… lovely. The tension in his brows eased as you dabbed gently at his cut. 

For all the blood, for all the bruises, you handled him like he was glass.

And then, without thinking, you leaned in.

It was meant to be a brief kiss— a quick reassurance, a way of saying I’ve got you. But the moment your lips brushed his, you couldn’t help but linger.

Your fingers curled instinctively against his chin. His hand found your waist without hesitation, as if he needed you closer. As if the world shrank down to just the two of you. 

John and Yelena exchanged a look, the previous horror of their teammate hiding a secret wife momentarily forgotten because this was… weirdly cute.

You giggled as you pulled away, seeing Bucky looking at you like you hung the moon for him. 

“Anywhere else?” you asked, brushing your thumb over his lips.

Bucky hesitated just for a second. Then, a little sheepishly, he said, “Got a cut on my ribs.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. Of course he did. Before he could argue, you reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged.

“Off,” you said simply.

Bucky huffed but didn’t fight you. He lifted his arms, letting you strip the fabric from his skin, and goddamn.

Bucky, half-naked, was unfairly, ridiculously beautiful. Even now, even after all this time, seeing him like this still knocked the breath from your lungs. His body was a roadmap of battles fought and survived, scars carved into the expanse of his chest and ribs that told stories only he could say. 

John made a strangled sound, somewhere between “Jesus Christ” and “I need to leave the room,” but you ignored him completely. Yelena let out a dramatic sigh and whispered “they are one second away from sucking each other’s face off,” to herself.

You tuned them both out, fingers dragging carefully over Bucky’s ribs, searching for the wound. When you found a thin jagged cut just below his ribs— you sighed softer this time and reached for the aloe.

“You need to stop getting hurt, my love,” you said, smoothing the cool gel over his skin.

Bucky’s voice came quieter. “Lucky I have someone to take care of me, then.”

And that’s when Yelena finally noticed it.

The thin chain around Bucky’s neck—one she’d always assumed was just for his dog tags—held something else, too.

A ring.

A simple wedding band that matched yours, worn from years of resting against his skin.

She blinked, realisation hitting her like a freight train. Oh.

That’s why he always played with it.

Every time Bucky was nervous, every time he was uncertain, his fingers would move to that chain—not just to fiddle with his tags, but to remind himself of you.

Maybe he wasn’t a complete jackass after all.

-end.

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Beachcombers

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I need Bucky and the reader to get caught fucking by a fan or like paparazzi. Like they’re saying the dirtiest shit and moaning LOUD and when they’re do some poor innocent fan is like 🧍“…Can I have your autograph…?”

HAHAHA I LOVE THAT

omg remember when I used to write random drabbles for my series.. let's bring that back!

caught

part of the real people series and set just after the events of chapter six

(usually i do my best to avoid gifs/imagery including another person as i don't use physical descriptions of the reader in my works but this gif just fits too perfectly to not use it!)

18+

warning: fake dating, enemies to fuckers, actor!bucky/actress!reader, i have no fucking idea how basketball works but just go with it, smut.

The Lakers are playing the Knicks and you're in a VIP box. Usually, you'd be having the time of your life, snacking and watching the game, but today, you're pissed.

"You're such a spoilt fucking brat," Bucky mutters as he glares at you.

"Screw you. Gwen should be here right now, not you," You spit back as you slump down on the couch. "We always go to the game together. And it's her birthday week. So sue me for not being in the best mood."

"And that's my fault? You think I wanna be here with you?" He shoots back, turning away from the game to face you. "I have better things to be doing, too."

"Ugh, shut up," You hiss, frustrated.

He's not impressed. "Excuse me?" Bucky walks over and stands in front of you, looking down at you with rage in his eyes. "The fuck did you just say to me?"

You stare up at him. "You heard me, James," You say lowly. "I said shut. Up."

He grabs your chin. "You seriously need to learn some respect," He states firmly.

Deciding that if your plans with Gwen were ruined, you can at least get a good fuck out of this. "So teach me, James," You say teasingly.

He clenches his jaw, waiting a few seconds before making his next move: sitting down next to you. "On my lap. Ass in the air. Now."

A shiver runs down your spine. But instead of giving in, you scoff. "You're gonna spank me, Mr. Barnes?" You ask him incredulously, failing to hide the excitement from your voice.

He rolls his eyes and decides to get you into position himself, grabbing you by the forearm and pulling you onto his lap, your face down on the couch. God, you love the way he manhandles you. Before you get a chance to prepare yourself, he pulls up your skirt and serves you with a brutish spank. Immediately, you cry out as the beautiful twist of pain and pleasure courses through your body.

"You like that, you slut?" He asks, placing his free hand on your neck and pushing your head up. "Like getting spanked?"

He gives you another one. And another. Your eyes are rolling back.

"Don't get quiet on me now, you brat," Bucky says curtly. "Apologize for being so fucking annoying today."

Another spank. "I- I'm sorry," You whimper.

"Uh-uh, what was it you called me earlier?" He asks, and you can hear the smirk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barnes," You say obediently.

"That's my fucking girl," He mutters, and you wonder if he knows how wet he's just made you.

"I'm so wet," You can't help but whine. Well, he knows now.

"Is that right?" He asks, rubbing your sore ass gently before slapping it again. "You pathetic little thing. Getting wet over getting spanked? Fuck, let's see what we're dealing with here."

He pulls your panties to the side and rubs your wet pussy, coating his fingers before pushing them inside you. You let out a gasp as he curls his fingers, fucking them into you a few times before pulling them out.

"Fuck me," He whispers. "Let's put this pussy to use, huh?" With that, he grabs your waist and picks you back up before sitting you down with your legs on either side of his. He wastes no time in pulling out his hard cock, giving you an expectant look. "The fuck are you waiting for, slut? Sit on it."

Breathing heavily with anticipation, you lift up your hips before positioning his cock at your entrance and slowly sinking down it. You're still not used to his size, hissing as he stretches you out.

Bucky's head falls back against the couch and he swallows thickly when he bottoms out inside you. A loud groan leaves his mouth when you start riding him. "Just like that, baby," He utters, holding your hips. "Just like that."

Holding his shoulders for stability, you let out wanton moans. As rude and arrogant as he can be sometimes, boy does he make up for it with sex.

"Y'sounded so pretty, apologizing earlier," He grunts. "Tell me again, baby. Apologize for being such a spoilt brat."

No matter what he asked of you, you know you'd do it in a heartbeat, and it terrifies you to know he's got that power over you. "I'm sorry, Mr. Barnes," You say between breaths. "I'm sorry for being a- being a brat."

"That's a good girl," Bucky mumbles, before glancing down. "Fuck. Want your tits in my face."

You grin down at him. "Yeah? You wanna see 'em, Jamie?"

His cock throbs inside you.

Rushing, you pull your top up and your bra down before leaning forward, indulging him in your chest. His groans resonate against your skin and you could swear your ribcage vibrates.

"Suck 'em," You whimper as he thrusts his hips, fucking up into you.

"Mmm, fuck," He utters between sucking your nipples before he pulls back and looks up at you. "Such a dirty fucking girl for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, Jamie," You cry out. "Your cock feels so good inside me."

"That's it, ride it like the good girl you are," Bucky says as he paws at your tits. "I knew you could behave for me. Just had to fill up this cunt to remind you of your place, hmm?"

"Yes, Mr. Barnes," You all but cry.

"Fuck. Gonna make me cum," He says while taking hold of your hips again. "You close, baby?"

"Fill me with your cum, Jamie, wanna feel it inside me," You say, almost incoherently.

"Oh, you're gonna get it, baby, you're gonna get every last fucking drop," He replies just as frantically. "Then I'm gonna eat that pussy. You want that, hmm? Want me to eat that wet fucking pussy? Of course you do, you little slut. Gonna sit on my face, let me suck on that pretty clit-"

"Ahem."

Your stomach lurches into your chest and you almost scream - and not in the fun way. Within seconds, you're off Bucky's lap and on the floor, hiding behind the couch as you put your tits away and pull your skirt back down. Bucky rushes to fix himself up while you stand up to your feet, smoothing down your hair.

A girl is standing in the doorway with a tray of drinks, her eyes wide and filled with trauma and fear.

"Hi," Is all you can say as you catch your breath, hoping to God she didn't hear anything Bucky and you just said.

"I- I'm so sorry," She says with a whisper. "When I heard you were here... I- I'm such a huge fan. I made you some drinks - cocktails. I was wondering if... I could get a picture?"

Bucky, with his flushed cheeks, makes a face at you that you're glad she can't see.

"Of course!" You say, hoping your hair isn't too messy. "Come on in!"

As she walks over, Bucky stands up and runs a hand through his hair, which is messed up thanks to you pulling on it. She puts the tray of drinks down on the table and pulls out her phone with a small grin on her face. "I love your films," She begins. "I watch them all the time."

"Thanks, honey," Bucky says with that charming smile.

"Oh. Yeah, I like some of your movies, too," She says quickly, making you snort while Bucky looks mortified. "Could you take the picture for me, Mr. Barnes?"

He swallows thickly and you know he's hating every second of this. "Of course," He replies, taking the phone from her.

"Thanks, Mr. Barnes," You say to him with a wink while the girl stands next to you.

Bucky subtly shakes his head before snapping a few pictures.

"Um, how about a selfie with you both?" The girl asks, obviously feeling bad about leaving Bucky out. He agrees and walks over, handing her the phone before standing by you and wrapping his arm around your waist. She takes a few selfies before putting her phone down. "Thank you guys so much!"

"No problem, it was great to meet you!" You say, and Bucky just hums.

"I- I'll leave the two of you alone, now. If you need anything else, just ring the bell!" She says before rushing out the room again.

You can't help but laugh once she's gone.

"You paid her, right?" Bucky accuses you with his hands on his hips. "Paid her to pretend not to care that I was here, too?"

"Ha! I knew that would bother you," You say, shaking your head. "I don't need to pay people to pretend to be my fans, Barnes."

"Fuck's sake," He mumbles while rubbing his face.

"Do you... how long do you think she was standing there?" You ask him, dreading to think what she saw and heard.

"I mean, she definitely knew exactly what was going on, no matter how long she was watching us for," Bucky replies.

The situation dawns on you, and you burst into laughter.

"Well, I'm glad you find it funny," He says with an unimpressed tone.

"Oh, relax. It's not like she recorded us," You say with a shrug. "Worst case, she'll make a TikTok about it, and we'll just seem like an even realer couple. Which is a win, no?"

He just grunts, folding his arms across his chest. As his biceps flex, you remember exactly what it is you were just doing together.

You walk over to him with a mischievous grin. "So... wanna spank me again?"

Bucky raises a brow. "Say please."

"Fuck you," You shoot back, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. "In fact, don't spank me. It didn't even feel good. You barely grazed me. You're so weak."

He lets out a sigh. He grabs you by the throat.

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The Perfect Girl

Bucky barnes x reader

IN WHICH You’re the strange girl Sam is friends with, and Bucky has no other choice but to tolerate you.

Warnings: short drabble, one sided enemies to lovers typa vibes, reader has dyed hair.

WC: 1.2k

Bucky never quite understood why Sam had ever taken a liking to you. He couldn’t comprehend it. You, the strangest girl he’d ever met in his entire 106 years of living. You, the girl that didn’t and certainly would never fit in with the rest of the avengers if they were still there, the people Bucky considered family. You, the weirdest chick that managed to get on his nerves more than Sam did, and that said a lot.  Bucky was practically sure that you were from another world.

You’d just spawned into his life one day, because of Sam, and now you were stuck there like a leech and you refused to leave the poor super-soldier alone. Bucky had grown to be the quiet, more reserved and grumpy man who enjoyed his personal space, and you were the damned limpet he couldn’t quite detach from himself, loud and cocky. You reminded him of that other dude with the red suit and the always-bloody swords. Just the thought of you two together in a room made him shudder, he couldn’t even bear to imagine the chaos. 

Nevertheless, Bucky stuck with Sam now, even if he never verbally baptized the Falcon as his best friend, and Sam’s heart was always too big for his own good. If hanging out with Sam often meant he had to see you, then so be it, as long as you stayed a considerable distance from him. But that was never really the case. 

Now as Bucky stood in Sam’s and Sarah’s familial house back in Louisiana, surrounded by the boys he’d even go as far as saying that he considered his nephews, Bucky had never felt more at peace. The sound of the soft waves crashing upon the shore and the boat side that he and Sam had spent all afternoon fixing lulled him. 

Bucky sat on the sofa beside Sam, quietly sipping a glass of whiskey while listening in to the playfully sibling’s banter going on before him. AJ and Cass’ childish laughter rang around the room as they listened in as well, filling Bucky’s heart with a feeling he was just starting to accept. Everything was perfect, the light was low, soft jazz playing in the background as he sipped his cup. Nothing could disturb his night, well nothing except- 

“I’m heeeeere!” the abruptness of your voice sank in, followed by the hast twist of the front door knob as you walked in like you owned the place. ‘What a pleasant surprise’ Bucky thought, rolling his eyes as he watched the twins run up to you in a hurry. Deep down, Bucky knew that he had no right to feel this way, this was not his home as much as it wasn’t yours, and if it bothered him so much the best he could do was leave. 

But how could he? How could he leave when he’d never felt more comfortable before. 

Bucky's piercing blue eyes observed as you reached both arms down to hug the boys at the same time, Sarah approaching you to help you get rid of that huge bag you wore on your shoulder, threatening to slip off and crush one of the boys in return. That radiating smile just wouldn’t wash off of your face, and it seemed like it had already infected Sam. But yet again, when wasn’t he smiling? 

“Awww, you’re staring! I’m so flattered.” The sound of your teasing shook Bucky right off whatever trance he’d gotten caught in, and when his eyes met yours again, he hated the teasing glint that swam in your iris. Dyed strands of hair framed your face as it swayed gently with the door that remained open behind you, reminding Sarah to kick it closed.

Bucky rolled his eyes, paying you no mind as he lowered his eyes right back down to his drink. He ignored Sam’s calling and the deafening sound of your laughter as you both teased him, trying to gauge a reaction out of him. 

Albeit it was hard to ignore you when you were dressed like this. Not that it was anything revealing or promiscuous, hell no, the mere thought of you in that way repulsed Bucky to no end. He prefered classy girls, maybe a piece of his old self he hadn’t let go of yet, and you were everything but that. You were just so strange, dressed like a teenager stuck in an adult body with the personality of a quirky cartoon character. God, he couldn’t fucking stand you. The thought of you gave him a migraine, and he had to physically rub his temples as your voice played out in echo in his head. 

“You ignorin’ me?” the sound of your voice, oh so close his ear nearly made Bucky jump up on his seat. He’d never give you that satisfaction though, and his face remained the typical stoic it did whenever he’d see you. The former Winter Soldier could almost feel Sam’s mischievous gaze on him as he turned to face you, coming face to face with the bushy head of dyed hair he claimed to hate so much. 

No, Bucky couldn’t stand you and your strangeness, so why did he feel his heart pick up the pace at the sight of that teasing smile upon your lips? The corners of your mouth tilting up like it always did, besides the lip piercing he’d never seen before. When did you get it? Why had he never noticed? The eyeliner you wore was slightly smudged, had the weather done that? or had another pair of hands disturbed the peace-

“You’re so weird, do you always stare like that?” Your words seem to bring Sam to an endless laughter, encouraging the twins to join in the fun against ‘uncle Bucky’. Sarah took it as her queue to leave the room, pacing to the kitchen to check on the roast with a playful roll of her eyes. The house was so lively, and even if your bickering and loud personality always ended up with the neighbors pulling up on you, she’d take it over the loneliness of a half-empty house anyday. 

“Yeah, says the one” bucky resorted dryly, carefully glaring at his companion with a killer side-eye. Bucky heard you gasp “And so he speaks!!”. 

“Awww, don’t get shy on me Bucky, i won’t eat you” You leaned on one arm as you perched yourself to get closer to his face, Bucky could feel himself recoiling at the broken sense of his personal space. Though as you sat there before him, teasing him while adorned in those awfully out-of-age clothes and that makeup he said wasn’t his style, Bucky felt something he hadn’t felt in years. Proper years, not like what he felt for his buddy Sam, not what he felt for the twins every time they’d ask if they could swing from his serum-enhanced arms, but something far deeper than that. 

And maybe Bucky was just embarrassed to admit that it scared him more than anything else. He was a former assassin, for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t be afraid of his own feelings. Nevertheless, Bucky remained silent as he watched you set off in the kitchen to help Sarah, leaving him and the rest of the boys to sit in the silence you’d left behind. 

And no, you wouldn’t eat him, but deep down he wished you would. 

-

A/n: re-reading my old fics and i miss the way i used to write

:(

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the faster we're falling

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky is, unfortunately, dragged to a busy club on a saturday night. he hates the loud music and strobe lights and just wants to leave, until you catch his eye. cw: 🔞 - MDNI, suggestive content

word count: 2K

it was joaquin who convinced bucky to go out that night. something about being mentally 100, but physically 30 and needing to meet new people to have fun with … blah blah blah. bucky doesn’t really know since he completely tuned him out and just said yes to shut him up. somehow sam had found a new right hand man who had just the same amount of zest for life as he did, how utterly adorable.

clubs were not his scene, though he had surprisingly been in his own fair share of them from missions that required him to stake out some hit he had who liked the companionship of the cute go-go dancers. it made him itch to think about what kind of sleazebags roamed some of those he had been to - they were mostly full of activities that no one would want to be a part of.

but, of course, the club joaquin wanted to take him and sam to wasn’t like that. no, it was a place where the lights were too bright and colorful, the drinks were a bit sweeter, and the music was too loud. it was a place that, surprisingly, intimidated bucky beyond belief.

he tried really hard to remember what his life was like before the winter soldier, he remembers having fun flirting with anyone he could, because he could. but, it had been years since then and he wasn’t sure he was capable of even doing that anymore.that was his former self, the bucky before the trauma and the bad things - the one that didn’t wake up sweating and panting through another panic attack. 

all of it accumulated into the wallflower he was now, quiet and brooding. dating didn’t come as naturally as it once did, let alone talking to someone who made his heart race, but he tried to convince himself he just needed to clean off the rust and get things moving again. 

the other thing that clubs had that scared the shit out of bucky? dancing. now, don’t get him wrong, back in the day he had his fair share of swing dancing with a beautiful partner on his arm - but the things people were doing in this century? bucky’s sure his body didn’t know how to move like that. 

“don’t be so grumpy,” sam said as three men finally settled on a spot by the bar, his hand clasping bucky’s shoulder. “you need a night out from time to time, man.”

“i do get a night out, most of them don’t require this many sweaty bodies.” bucky calls out over the loud music; a song he definitely did not know. 

“you know that getting your system updated doesn’t count as a night out, right?” sam can’t help but get the jab in. bucky bites down on his cheek as he pushes his friend playfully, tempted to curse him out, but sam’s loud cackle as he regains his balance makes any slight tension melt.

bucky wasn’t kidding though. saying the club was crowded was putting it mildly, it was filled to the brim, and the super soldier stood out like a sore thumb which inherently made his palms sweat.

“here!” joaquin called, handing back two shots and two beers towards bucky and sam before turning back around to pay the bartender.

bucky looked down at the shot glass and frowned, this definitely didn’t look like a normal spirit. despite the darkness in the room, he could still make out the light yellow color of the liquid.

“what is it?” he asks, brows furrowing as he tries to wrack his brain for anything that looks this color.

“green tea shot!” joaquin smirks as he grabs his own glass after shoving his wallet back into his pants pocket. “drink up!”

“great…” bucky mumbles as he shakes his head before downing the shot. weak. and since bucky couldn’t get drunk … tastes like shit. 

he can’t help but let out a sigh as he turns to face the crowd, the beer clutched tightly in his hands as he brings it to his lips, his eyes passing over the room. he had already taken the time when he walked in to make sure he knew where every point of entry was in case of emergency, which was good because the second his eyes land on you he’s sure he would have forgotten to check.

there you were, in the middle of the dance floor, a wide smile on your face as you swayed to the music. time felt like it had slowed as bucky zeroes his gaze in on you. it felt like a moment right out of a movie scene, your hands moving up and down your body and into your hair, the sweat on your collarbone glistening in the blu-ish purple strobe lights that line the dance floor. you looked so carefree and happy, it was breathtaking. the hairs on his arm raise, feeling the goosebumps run straight through him. 

bucky doesn’t register for a moment that his beer has completely missed his mouth, dribbling down the front of his shirt until joaquin grabs his arm.

“ah, shit.” bucky mumbles to himself, turning back around to the bar to wipe himself off. through all of it, his mind keeps replaying the moment he saw you, his body was moving on auto pilot. 

when he turns back around, you’re gone, as if you were just a ghost there to taunt him for a split second. how was that possible? how did he manage to witness the most invigorating moment of his life and then it was gone in a flash? blue eyes frantically search the rest of the bar until he spots you again, you were grabbing your friend at the corner of the bar, wanting them to come with you to dance. 

“uh oh,” bucky heard joaquin say next to him. “looks like buckster over here has his eyes caught on someone.”

“don’t call me that ever again.” bucky says, his eyes stay trained ahead of him, fixated on you. he feels joaquin hand him another shot glass, but he doesn’t bother taking a look at it this time as he downs it, the burning in the back of his throat telling him it was something a little stronger this time.

it for sure wasn’t liquid luck, maybe his brain short circuited, because soon he was pushing his away through the crowd towards you. what the hell is wrong with me? his brain was screaming at him to stop, the thoughts were loud and he felt like he’s about three seconds from a panic attack. what the fuck? what the hell am i doing? i can’t just  -

“hey.” bucky calls out to you over the music, a different song that sounds vaguely familiar but he wouldn’t be able to name. 

you’re startled slightly by the voice behind you, but by the look on your friends face whoever it is would definitely be worth your time. slowly, you turn back, greeted immediately with the chest of a man who could be a god if you didn’t know any better. your eyes painstakingly take their time to finally meet his gaze, this handsome stranger looks back at you with the sweetest look you’ve ever seen.

“hey.” you call back. “do we know each other?”

“no,” bucky says, a flicker of a smirk adorning his features. “but i’m hoping we can get the chance to.” there it was, the cog in the machine was spinning once again.

you can’t help the flip your stomach does as he speaks, the line was simple, but effective. it’s not that you hadn’t been flirted with at a club, usually it was unwanted attention. but this? this was fully welcomed. 

you give a look back at your friends for a moment, your eyes widening as your features say well damn. handing one of them your drink, you spin back around towards bucky and grab his metal hand, leading him back out towards the dancefloor you once occupied.

it takes him by surprise, he doesn’t let people touch his metal hand often nor do people seem to gravitate towards it as their initial reaction. the warmth in his body spreads at how soft your hand feels in his, like the two of you were made for this moment.

regret isn’t the right word to describe what bucky was feeling, because he didn’t regret walking up to you (even if he could see sam and joaquin pointing and talking about him from the corner of his eyes). it was more of an alarm going off in his brain that he would now have to try and dance with you, years of being an assassin definitely gave him stiff hips. 

you’re not one to judge though, instead opting to enjoy the moment as you stand chest to chest, your hands gripping his biceps as you start to sway your hips softly with the music. he looks taken aback by the forwardness of it all, the slight awkward undertones of his personality dying to get out. 

“relax! we’re just dancing” you yell over the music, your hands sliding down to grab his wrists, moving his hands to your hips, hoping it would encourage him to release a bit of this pent up anxious energy he had. 

bucky finds himself trying to move with you though it’s off beat for a moment, until a song he actually knows comes on. it has a loud bass but a slower tempo and all of a sudden the world shuts down. his eyes close as he lets the beat move through his body, his hands on your hips pulling you in closer towards him.

you can’t help it and decide to turn in his arms as he pulls you in close, so now your back is pressed against his chest. the change in song turns the fun club atmosphere into an intimate setting almost immediately. 

it’s almost as if the club is on mute, as if something shifted and time was moving so carefully that all either of you could focus on were the ways you moved together. bucky’s hands gripped your waist tightly, his flesh hand splayed across your stomach, the heat from his touch would have left burns if they could. 

your breath hitches in your throat when you feel how strong he is, the way he has the lightest touch on you but it feels like he’s enveloping your body slowly. bucky’s head bows down so his lips are level with your ear, you can hear the way his breathing hikes as you grind down on that one spot each time. 

it makes bucky’s knees want to buckle each time. he can’t remember the last time he was pressed so closely to someone like this, let alone to make his body respond. the arousal spread through his body, forcing him to remember what it was like to feel so alive again. it was electrifying.

you and bucky are hypnotized in the moment, your hand snaking behind you to rest on the back of his neck while the other rests on the metal arm he has on your waist. and despite the crowd of bodies around you, the smell of his cologne floods your senses, you were sure if you ever smelled it again he would be all you thought of.

neither of you are drunk, but both of you are completely intoxicated.

the excitement seems to run through each of you, you can feel the way he pulls you closer to him, the way your head leans back onto his shoulder. it’s all natural, happening without pressure or outside forces.

bucky’s lips ghost over your neck catching the way your pulse increases as he does so. all you can think about is ripping his clothes off, all bucky can think about is how inappropriate it would be to take you in front of all these people.

“i’m bucky.” he whispers in your ear, his nose nudging against your skin. 

fuck, he wanted you.

he listened to you breathe out your name.

scratch that - now he needed you.

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Hardpack

Pairing: Motocross!Curtis Everett x Female Reader

Summary: Curtis isn't in a good mood and takes it out on you.

Word Count: Over 2.5k

Warnings: Eventual enemies(ish) to lovers, tension, swearing, nicknames, light angst (sick parent), Curtis doesn't want to admit he wants you; he's a bit of an asshole (and he's a warning, okay?), and both of you are moody.

A/N: More Rusty and Princess! Maybe I can start a Motocross Monday sort of thing? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated! ❤️

Curtis needed a drink after the shift he had. He tried not to drink much during the week and definitely not when he had practice or a race, but today was a domino effect of everything that could go wrong going wrong. It was like that some days. Shitty day or not, he was still going to wish his boss a good night.

Seeing you sitting in your dad’s chair when he went into the office, he sneered and decided he might have to have a double when he got home. How was it that you were still so clean and pristine after walking through a salvage yard? Why did you look so beautiful?

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, crossing his arms when he stopped in front of the desk.

You didn't spare him a glance as your fingers flew across the keyboard, not at all phased by his intimidating stance or voice. “Rusty, always a pleasure.”

He had to bite his tongue to keep from snapping. You weren’t the cause of his mood, but you loved pushing his buttons. To be fair, he pushed yours, too. “You didn't answer my question.”

“Didn’t realize I had to answer to you,” you said, pausing to take a sip of water. “But if you must know, my dad had to leave early again, so I’m helping him out.”

“You?” he asked.

“Yep. Me,” you smiled sweetly. He wasn't sure why he was surprised. You weren't an employee, but you knew the system thanks to your dad, and it wasn't the first time you stepped in to assist. “Don't worry. I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

“Good,” he muttered, catching a flicker of hurt in your eyes before you went back to typing. He tried not to stare when you bit one side of your lip. Did you realize you did that when you were concentrating extra hard? Why did he know that? “If he needed help, why didn’t he just ask me?”

Not that the rest of the guys weren’t hard workers, but everyone knew Curtis ran the show when your dad wasn’t around. The funny thing was he hadn’t planned to be a leader, but he had a knack for it and your dad taught him a lot. You on the other hand had your own career that didn’t involve the salvage yard, so he didn’t understand why you were there. Sure, you knew the system and you were incredibly smart, but he was computer savvy when he wanted to be.

You sighed and stopped typing again. “Maybe because you had your own work to do and we didn’t want to add more to your plate.”

“We?” he growled. “Just like you don’t answer to me, I don’t answer you. I answer to your dad.”

You shrugged. “Then you can talk to my dad tomorrow.”

“I will, and I’ll remind him that I can handle the extra work, even if it’s desk work.” Curtis took his hat off and scratched the back of his head. He swore you were checking him out, but your gaze went back to the screen when he took a seat in the chair. It was fine. He didn't want you checking him out.

Yes, I do.

“I don’t mind helping,” you said.

Curtis scoffed. “You don’t belong here. Minus your dad, no one asked you to be here.”

The flash of fire in your eyes didn’t scare him, but he had to shift in his chair since it turned him on a little. “What the hell is your problem? Seriously?”

“You are my problem.” He leaned across the desk and made sure you were looking him in the eye when he said, “And you don’t belong here because you’re a fucking spoiled stuck-up brat, Princess.”

Silence filled the air, minus your sharp intake of breath. The words tasted extra bitter on his tongue as he sat back in his seat. He should’ve gotten up and walked away instead of snapping at you. It didn’t matter that he was in a bad mood. You were the boss’s daughter and speaking to you like that could have consequences. Not to mention, you hadn’t exactly deserved that.

Of all of your reactions, he didn’t expect to hear a quiet laugh. “Of course, that’s what you think when you look at me, Rusty, because you know everything, don't you? I must be spoiled and stuck-up since I’m not covered in dirt and grime like you.” He gritted his teeth when you pointed at him. He bet you never got a spec of dirt under your manicured nails, and he wondered what they’d feel like digging into his back. “Excuse me for taking a bit of pride in my appearance.”

“I wasn't-”

“Or maybe you think I'm spoiled and stuck up because your job involves physical labor and mine doesn't,” you continued, typing so hard and fast he was shocked sparks didn't fly from your fingertips. “I take pride in everything I do because my dad taught me the value of hard work, you judgmental asshole.”

Curtis opened his mouth and shut it when you leveled him with a glare, making him think about his talk with Daisy after he met you. He had judged you and she was quick to defend you, trying to make him see that maybe you weren’t spoiled or stuck up just because you dressed nicely. But he saw how women who dressed like you looked at him after a shift, like he was beneath them. It was easy to lump you into the same category as them when that wasn’t really fair.

You didn’t work with your hands, but you were still a hard worker according to your dad and Curtis had witnessed it, too. He witnessed your kindness as well. You never demanded praise or thanks when you brought food for everyone or when you checked in on the crew, and you never made it feel like it was charity. Even now, helping your dad, you weren’t acting like a martyr. Had he not gone into the office, he likely wouldn’t have even known you were there.

And while you liked to tease him you never once acted like you were better than him.

He really was a judgmental asshole, and Daisy would tear him a new one if she knew what he said to you. Not that he’d blame her. He wanted to kick his own ass for it.

“Sorry,” he said above a whisper.

“Mmhmm. Sure you are.” You didn't sound happy and it made him feel worse. “There. All done. I’m out of your buzzed hair now.”

“Wait.” Curtis stood up when you did and moved to block your path. He didn't want you to leave angry with him.

You didn't hide your irritation when you asked, “Why the hell should I?”

He almost took a step back, half expecting you to knee him in the crotch so you could go. “It’s not like your dad to take off and not let the crew know,” he mused when he should’ve said he was sorry again.

You avoided his gaze when you put your phone in your bag, some of the anger leaving your body. “He was running late for a doctor’s appointment,” you said easily, but there was a hint of something in your voice that concerned him.

“He had another appointment?” he asked. Your dad had just gone to the doctor recently and he was the pillar of good health from what he knew, but looks could be deceiving. You were living breathing proof of that. “Is he okay?”

This time, you hesitated. “I don’t know,” you whispered.

Curtis’s heart seized in his chest, remembering the day he saw you leaving with tears in your eyes. Was it because of your dad? And here he was giving you shit when you had to be worried. Jesus, he really would have to kick his own ass later. “Is there anything I can do?” he asked, taking a step forward.

He wasn’t sure if he’d consider himself to be a comforting sort of man, but seeing the worry in your eyes had a soft side itching to get out. Not that you’d accept his comfort after what he said. He probably fucked up any chance of anything with you after he ran his mouth.

“You can do two things, actually,” you replied, taking a deep breath. “First thing is a favor.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Princess needs something from me?”

You rolled your eyes, and he was happy to see some of your spark back. “My dad's birthday is coming up, and I thought it would be nice if you and some of the riders came out to help him celebrate,” you explained. Your dad stopped racing years ago, but the guys all knew and respected him. “I was hoping you could pass the details along to the others.”

“Can't do it yourself?” he asked.

“I don't have their phone numbers or social media accounts, but I’m sure you do. And it’ll make up for you being an asshole if you can just pass along the details.”

He sighed. You had a valid reason for asking him, and he sensed a couple of the guys would tease him because they’d know he did this for you. “Listen, I don't-”

“Please, Curtis,” you said softly, all of the hostility between you gone. You didn't say Rusty or any other nickname. You said his name. Fuck, he loved hearing you say his name. Loved hearing you beg.

No, now wasn’t the time to think about that.

“Fine,” he relented. There was no reason not to. It was for your dad and for you. “I’ll do it on one condition.”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “What condition?”

He smirked and motioned for you to follow him outside, your perfume filling his senses as you did so. You stood a foot away while he took a glove off and swiped his finger in the dirt. “If you let me get a little dirt on you,” he began, holding up his finger for you to see as he moved closer. “I’ll pass the info along.”

You went rigid, but didn’t back away. “You are not getting dirt on this blouse.”

“Not your blouse,” he assured you, not wanting to deal with the hassle of paying to have it cleaned or replaced. Part of him though wanted to get your clothes dirty. And you.

“Then what…” Your breath hitched when he stared into your eyes and brushed his finger along the swell of your cheek. Your skin felt so soft under his rough touch. And of course you looked gorgeous with a smudge of dirt on you. You were so fucking beautiful it hurt.

“Dirt looks good on you, Princess,” he said gruffly, backing away before he did something stupid like kissing you. There was undeniable tension though. He couldn’t be the only one who felt it.

Holding your head high, you didn’t make any attempt to wipe the dirt away or smack him. It impressed him. “Yeah. You got me dirty,” you said, a sultry note in your tone. It was good to know he affected you, and he wished he could get you really dirty. “So, you’ll pass the information along?”

“I’ll need your number so you can text me the details. Once you do, I’ll send it,” he said. With your number, maybe he could talk about more than just the party with you and convince you to go to a race.

“What’s your number?” you asked, not passing your phone over when you took it out of the bag. That was fair since he had dirt on his hand.

Once he gave you his number, you quickly typed something out and hit send. His phone vibrated a moment later. “There.”

“I’ll send it,” he promised. He'd have to tell Daisy about it, too. Maybe she could go with Steve. “You bringing anyone to this party?” he asked, though it wasn’t any of his business.

“If you’re asking if I’m bringing a date to a party I’m throwing for my dad, no, I’m not,” you replied. He was glad to hear that. “Do you plan to?” you asked casually.

If he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought you were jealous at the idea of him showing up with a date. He wasn’t interested in anyone else. Not since you showed up. “No,” he answered.

You exhaled. “I should get going,” you said after a moment.

“Hang on.” He blocked your path like he had in the office. “What was the second thing you wanted me to do?”

“Oh. Yeah. Just keep my dad in your thoughts, okay? And please don’t mention anything to any of the guys since we don’t really know what's going on yet,” you said, a bit of shine in your eyes. He wanted to pull you into a hug and assure you that he’d be just fine, but he also didn’t want to give you false hope if something turned out to be wrong.

“That’s three things you’re asking of me, Princess,” he joked, but he did hope your dad was okay. He was a good man. “I won't say a word.”

“Then I guess I owe you one, Rusty. Thank you.” You tried to walk away again and narrowed your eyes when he once again stepped in front of you. “Okay, what the hell? Why won’t you let me leave? Weren’t you the one who said I don't belong here?”

Curtis sighed. He should’ve sensed that you were rightfully still upset. “About that… I was in a bad mood and I shouldn’t have said that.”

You scoffed. “Then let me make your mood better by leaving so you don’t run your mouth again and I don't smack you.”

“No, I just…” Why was he screwing up so badly? “You’re not a stuck-up spoiled brat, okay? And I don’t have a problem with you.”

You were fighting a smile. “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t,” he replied, his shoulders slumping as he admitted it to himself, too. “I’m sorry.”

There was more he wanted to say, but now wasn't the time.

Your gaze softened and a smile tugged at your lips. “You already apologized. It was a mumbled half assed apology, but still an apology.” Your fingers brushed his arm when you went around him, making electricity crackle through his veins. “And I accept it.”

His happiness was short-lived when you walked on. “Wait, aren’t you supposed to say I’m not a judgmental asshole?”

“But you are kind of a judgmental asshole. It’s part of your charm.” You gave him a full-blown smile when you looked over his shoulder and it was enough to take his breath away. Enough to drive him crazy. “See you at the party?”

“Yeah,” he smiled back, his bad mood almost completely gone. “I’ll see you there.”

And if he had his way, he’d see you much sooner than that.

Oh, the sex will be amazing once they get there. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist

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Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.

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What the media won't show