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Summary: After the incident things were looking pretty bleak, but the one thing you thought would make everything worse ended up saving you.
Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky x y/n
Word Count: 7.8k
Warnings: Language, mentions of suicide and self harm, mentions of guns and gun violence
Authorâs Note: So I wrote a one shot because I cannot, for the life of me, stick to a consistent writing schedule. Enjoy!
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You never expected anyone to feel sorry for you. That had been a pretty consistent theme throughout your life, why would anyone feel sorry for the kid who got everything they asked for? Granted, the only things in your past that might have sparked an ounce of pity were trivial, like a broken ankle or a bad break up, but even after this mess you never expected much.Â
It'd been a few months now since it happened, either two or three, you weren't sure exactly- enough time for seemingly everyone you'd ever met to show up and implore you to tell the story over and over again. One or two of them did appear genuinely concerned but you couldn't shake the feeling that most of them just wanted the gossip, desperate for anything to make them the most interesting person in the room at their next garden party or champagne brunch or ambassador's reception. Every single painful, repetitive, disingenuous conversation you had to sit through served as a further reminder of why youâd left this life behind as soon as you had the chance. Now you were stuck back here for god knows how much longer, and everything just felt bleak.
A soft knock rapped against your bedroom door. You didn't bother answering, they'd just let themselves in, they always did. The knob turned and the door creaked open, your father's timid face peering in.
âAre you busy?â It was nice of him to ask, but it was also unnecessary, because you hadnât left your couch to do anything other than pee in weeks. âYour aunt Carol is here. She brought you some gifts, I thought it might make you feel better.â
Both of you knew very well that it would have the opposite effect, the only thing you'd ever resented your mother for was bringing that vapid bitch into your life. Well, that and accidentally letting slip that the tooth fairy wasnât real on your third birthday.Â
Carol careered round the door and past your father in her typical pantomime dame dress and makeup. You smirked, thinking to yourself that, in dimmer light and with some sinister music, it would've made an excellent scene for a horror film. Ever since your mother passed sheâd been sniffing around the house more and more, you were convinced she was trying to seduce your dad to get his money but you couldn't prove it. Thankfully, he had enough sense to stay the hell away from her. Â
âOh, look at you, you poor thing. You look awful.â She clunked the wrapped box and card she was holding down on the table and joined you on the couch, her offensive perfume making your nose begin to itch. âCome on, auntie Carol is here for you now, tell me everything darling.â
You gave your father, who was standing by the door looking very apologetic, a harsh glare.Â
âThere's not much to tell. Dad was mid-speech when some guy in the audience stood up, next thing I knew he was getting tackled and there was a loud bang. I look down and I'm bleeding.â
âOh my, who was he?â
âJust some crazy, nationalist, militia guy targeting politicians, apparently. They have no idea if he was alone or with a group so itâs safer for me to stay here for now. My apartment is too much of a risk.â
âBless you. It's so difficult being in the public eye, but you are so brave.â She pointed down to your stomach, âand don't worry, I've got some magic serum that'll clear up any unsightly scars ready for bikini season. I'll send you my diet plan, too.â
You turned the dial up on the daggers you were shooting your father every time she looked away, and he finally took the hint.Â
âOkay, Carol. We should let her rest now.â
âAlright, love you so much baby. Look after yourself, okay? Maybe run a comb through your hair or something. Very frizzy.â
You rolled your eyes at her back as she left and reached over to grab the card. There was a sad puppy on the front, sitting beneath the words sorry youâre having a hard time. You figured that Hallmark probably didn't stock a sorry you got shot by a psychopath card.
Your father was lingering. He never lingered.Â
âEverything okay, dad?â
âYes. Although, there is something I need to tell you.â
âGo on.â
âI've hired someone.â
âRight.â
âFor you,â he noted your confusion, âto protect you.â
âA bodyguard?â
âNo, he's not a bodyguard.â You raised an eyebrow. âHe's not just a bodyguard.â
âThe hell does that mean?â
He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Wiping the sweat from his palms onto his trousers, he strode over and took a seat beside you, preparing himself with a deep breath. This was serious.Â
âThe last time you saw Dr Burke she recommended that we⌠don't leave you on your own too much. So, he's going to be looking out for your welfare, going to be spending time with you.â
âAh, I see. Suicide watch. Great.â
âIâm worried about you. You barely eat, you don't move from that spot, you havenât showered for weeks. I know you miss being in your own place but,â he put his hand on top of yours, âIâve already lost your mother, I canât lose you too.â
Well, that hit you like a punch in the gut.
âOkay, dad. If you think itâll help.â
âI do.â He stood up, giving you a light kiss on the top of your head before turning to leave. âHeâll be here in a few hours.â
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You were woken from a light sleep by another knock on the door. The only thing you hadnât been struggling with recently was sleep, it was the only way you could make your days pass quicker.
Again, the door creaked open before you answered. Your dad stepped in followed by a man you assumed to be your new long-term babysitter. Youâd expected someone more stern looking, someone dressed like an extra from Men in Black, but he just looked like a normal guy. He had a strong face, broad shoulders and deep brown hair. If youâd been in a different state of mind you might even have considered him attractive, but you were far too tired for anything like that.
âSweetheart, this is-â Your father looked blankly over to his companion, obviously already having forgotten his name.
âJames. Nice to meet you.â
You mustered a faint smile. There was a brief, awkward silence as your fatherâs eyes flicked from you back to the composed looking guest, whose huge arms were folded over his chest.Â
âWell, uh- I have a call in a few minutes. I suppose Iâll leave you two to get to know each other,â he clapped a hand on Jamesâ back, âjust let me know if you need anything.â
Then, just like that, you were alone with a complete stranger. Your eyes stayed firmly fixed to the movie youâd slept through half of but were suddenly incredibly interested in. You heard James shuffle forwards, his broad frame eventually scooching into the edge of your vision.
âLook, I get it. Youâre a grown-ass adult, I wouldnât like having some stranger keeping an eye on me all the time either. If you want, I can just stick to the corner, stay out of your way. You wonât even know Iâm here.â
That actually sounded like a pretty sweet deal, but youâd feel incredibly guilty having him perched on the other side of the room like a piece of furniture. The least you could do was be a little friendly.
âThatâs alright, you can have the comfy seat,â you faintly motioned your head towards the nearby armchair, âbut Iâll be shitty company.â
He happily settled himself in. âMakes no odds to me, Iâm getting paid to be here.â
A short breathy chuckle escaped your lips, taking you by surprise. Itâd been a long while since someone had made you laugh, all the conversations youâd had in the past few weeks had been unbelievably morbid and condescending, most of them with people you had no interest in talking to in the first place.
A couple of silent hours passed. Youâd gotten so used to being alone that you kept forgetting he was there, the odd cough or movement making you jump out of your skin. Eventually, Elaine pounded on the door and announced that sheâd brought dinner up for both of you, so James jumped up and helped her with the cart.
Elaine was your fatherâs housekeeper and the only thing that had prevented him dying of starvation or exposure since your mom died. She was kind and patient, you liked her alot. Her food was always incredible, you felt awful for barely eating it over the last few weeks but the pain from your stomach wound combined with zero expenditure of energy had just killed your appetite.
James looked from his plate over to yours, his knife and fork poised. âYou not eating?â
âIâm not hungry.â
âWhenâs the last time you ate anything?â
Someone had been talking to dad.Â
You shrugged. âThis morning, I think.â
âBullshit.â Your eyes snapped in his direction. âYou know youâre not gonna get any better if you donât eat, right? Youâll just have to put up with me bugging you for even longer.â
âThought you were gonna stay out my way?â
âMostly.â His mouth curled into a faint smile. âHow about this, you eat a couple bites, Iâll eat the rest and weâll tell your dad you ate the whole thing.â
You considered for a second. Not a bad offer, getting your dad off your back for a while would be pretty great. You knew what game he was playing but you were more than willing to play too just as long as the benefits outweighed the drawbacks.
âDeal.â
You expended a tremendous amount of effort leaning yourself forward and grabbing the plate, feeling Jamesâ gaze tunnelling into the side of your face as the two of you began to eat. You had to admit, you enjoyed the food much more than youâd expected, half the plate had gone before you felt full. James looked pretty smug while finishing off the rest of it.
The sky outside slowly turned dark and you could feel yourself getting sleepy, so you settled deeper into the couch for your third sleep of the day.
âHey,â James leant forward in his seat, âyou need help getting to your bed or anything?â
âOh, no, Iâm good. I usually just sleep here.â
He gave you a puzzled look. âThere? Is that comfortable? Canât be good for your back.â
âProbably isnât, but I donât have the energy to move.â
âYou donât need the energy,â he sprung up from his seat, âyouâve got me.â
Before you could comprehend what was happening, James had an arm anchored around your upper back and was inching you upwards, away from the safety of your sad-zone and onto your feet. A few mild pangs of pain shot through your stomach but it wasnât enough to make you fight back, so you just gave in, relaxed into his grip and let him walk you across the room.
Your mattress was unbelievably comfortable and you felt knot after knot untying in your back as you stretched out flat, but you didnât need to tell him that. Who was this magical asshole, anyway, showing up and suddenly knowing what would help you better than you did?
âIâm just gonna crash on that armchair, if thatâs all good with you.â
âThere?â You carefully rolled onto your side so you were facing away from him. âCanât be good for your back.â
A deep chuckle came from behind you. âSmartass. Shout me if you need to go to the bathroom or anything.â
You just grunted, already half asleep. It was only another minute or so before you drifted off peacefully and got the best night of rest youâd had in weeks.
Maybe this babysitting thing wouldnât be so bad after all.
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You woke to the sound of soft snoring on the other side of the room. Light was bleeding in around the curtains and you could hear footsteps in the corridor, probably your father heading downstairs for his coffee and newspaper. Coming to your senses, you rolled over and suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to pee. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked over to see Jamesâ limp hand hanging over the edge of the armchair.Â
You didnât need him, you could do this.Â
Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and hoisting yourself up was easier than expected but that, unfortunately, made you a little overconfident for the rest of the journey. After a couple of steps the pain started. You felt pathetic but that amount of effort had actually winded you, all you could do was lower yourself to the ground to catch your breath.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
You didnât even realise heâd woken up, you were too busy wheezing.Â
âGotta pee.â You managed to push your words out between gulped in breaths.
âWhat did I say last night, huh? You shouldâa yelled.â He lowered himself beside you, placing one arm around your back and one under your knees. âAlright, brace yourself.â
âWait, what are you-â
You choked on your words when he lifted you clean off the floor, a feat that not many had accomplished in the past. He offered to take you as far as the toilet itself but you adamantly refused, determined to cling onto your last shred of dignity while just about managing to shuffle over there, supporting yourself on the sink.Â
You washed your hands and intentionally avoided looking in the mirror, moving straight over to the door and finding your minder stood directly outside.
He folded his arms. âWhile youâre here, why not take a quick shower?â
âIâm not supposed to get my dressings wet.â
âAgain, nice try, but you really gotta do better than that to bullshit me.â
You let out a heavy sigh. âCanât you just let me rot away in peace?â
âI mean, I could, but Iâm pretty sure your dad would refuse to pay me.â
âIâll pay you to leave me alone.â
âYou canât afford me, honey.â He smirked and slipped past you. âIâll get the water going.â
James turned the shower on and put some folded towels by the sink before heading back into your room and gathering some clean pyjamas. You just stayed where you were, leaning against the counter, as he buzzed around like an overexcited child.
âYouâre all set. Iâll be right outside if you need me.â
âThank you, supernanny.â
He flipped you the bird. You laughed and locked the door.
Slowly, carefully, you got undressed, removed your bandages and placed them in the bin. You then had to perch yourself down on the closed toilet seat for a brief break before climbing into the shower. Standing under the water, you looked down at your wound for the first time in weeks, finding yourself amazed at how quickly it had healed. You ran your fingers over it. Never in a million years did you think youâd have a healed gunshot wound anywhere on your body. You thought back to what your aunt said, maybe it was unsightly, it certainly looked weird from this ang-
âYou alright?â
Jamesâ overbearing voice snapped you out of your train of thought.
âYes.â
You turned off the shower and stepped out, lifting a towel to your face and savouring the feeling of finally being clean again. You couldnât imagine how bad you mustâve smelled before. You pulled on the fresh pyjamas before taking a deep breath and wiping down the mirror, getting a nasty shock when you saw yourself. It looked like all the life had been drained out of you. Your face looked pallid, red eyes sitting above deep, dark bags while skin flaked from your chapped lips. Your hair was still dripping wet but you could tell that weeks of neglect had taken a toll on it.
It seemed like James mightâve come along just in time, any longer sitting in that misery pit and these changes mightâve become irreversible.
âStill all good?â
You rolled your eyes. âYeah, just trying to remember the most efficient way to cut wrists. Is it horizontal or vertical?â
Throwing your towel in the laundry basket, you opened the door to see a very unamused looking man.Â
âReal funny.â
He didnât get a chance to properly scold you before Elaine knocked on the door with breakfast, a smug grin settling on your face as it dawned on him that he probably shouldnât cuss you out in front of your fatherâs closest confidante.Â
The two of you settled into your designated spots. James immediately started digging into the plate that had been piled high for him but you held off, it had been a while since you stood up for that long and you needed to recover. Sharp pangs of stomach pain werenât exactly the perfect accompaniment to a hearty appetite.
James placed his fork down on the table and leaned back in his chair, mouth full of food. âWe gotta do this again, buttercup?â
âI just need a minute.â
âI thought we had a deal.â
âWe did,â a bolt of inspiration struck as you realised it was your turn to get a little something interesting out of this relationship, âbut I want to change it up a bit.â
âAlright, go on.â
âIâll eat if you tell me the most insane thing thatâs happened to you while bodyguarding.â
âI really shouldnât talk about that.â
âShame,â you dramatically pushed your plate away with a flourish, âI was actually feeling pretty hungry.â
He considered, glaring at you from beneath an arched eyebrow and rhythmically tapping his fingers against the arm of the chair. âFine, but you gotta finish the whole plate.â
âThe whole plate.â
âAlright.âÂ
He leant forward again and carried on eating so you followed suit, forcing down one small bite at a time and just hoping that his story would be worth the pain.
âSo, one time some rich dude hired me âcause his daughter was worried she had a stalker. Apparently she kept seeing someone in a black hoodie following her around, she even saw âem standing on their lawn a few times. Thing is, no-one else had ever seen it. I think half the reason I was hired was to figure out if she was just going crazy.â
âWas she?â
âBe patient, pumpkin. Youâll find out.â Your cheeks flushed a little when he called you that. âA couple weeks passed and I hadnât seen anything. Then, middle of the night, everyone else was asleep and I was doing my rounds. I looked out the window to the yard and there was someone standing underneath her window in a black hoodie.â
âShit.â
âYeah, shit. So, obviously, I sprinted down there, but they spotted me and started running. They vaulted the fence and I wouldâa lost âem in the trees but they got snagged on the other side. I grabbed âem, pulled down the hood and-â He eyed the huge fork-full of food you were hovering by your mouth, âyou wanna eat that?â
You rolled your eyes, shoved it all in your face and let out a muffled plea. âAnd?â
âIt was her, the daughter.â
âFuck off.â
âDead serious. Turns out one of her friends had a stalker and was getting a load of sympathy and attention because of it, so she got jealous and made up one of her own. She figured if I saw it just once everyone would believe her.â
âThatâs so fucked. Is that even legal?â
âNo idea, not my job. I got my paycheck and left the next morning.â
âNice to know you really care about your clients.â
He laughed. âMost of my clients are spoiled assholes who never even bother to learn my name.â
âReally? Canât be hard to learn a name as simple as Justin.â You received your second unamused scowl of the day. âAnyway, we spoiled brats have enough on our plate without having to learn the name of the person willing to take a bullet for us.â
âNah, youâre not spoiled.â
âYou think?â
âTrust me, Iâve seen spoiled. Youâre not spoiled. I think youâre the only client Iâve actually enjoyed talking to.â
Interesting. Probably shouldnât delve into that statement too deeply.
âIâd take that as a compliment but it sounds like there isnât much competition.â
He smirked, staying silent for a few seconds before speaking again. âMy friends call me Bucky, by the way. I prefer it to James. And I really prefer it to Justin.â
âIf you insist,â you shrugged, âbut I still think youâd make a good Timberlake.â
---
You managed to stomach a good amount of food that day and you even had a good stab at breakfast when the next day rolled around, so you hoped that Bucky might leave you to your own devices for a while now heâd got his own way.
He did not.
As soon as youâd swallowed the last mouthful of toast he announced that he was going to take you on a walk around the garden.
You looked from him to your stomach, then back at him. âAre you serious?â
âYeah. Weâll take it slow, one step at a time, and itâll make you feel better. I promise.â
âCanât we just open a window?â
âNope.â He slapped his hands down on the arms of the chair and jumped to his feet. âCâmon sweetheart, you know Iâm just gonna annoy the hell out of you until you agree.â
âIs threatening me allowed in your contract?â
âItâs not a threat. Itâs persuasion with consequences.â
You eventually relented. He was super keen to get going but it soon became clear that heâd overestimated how far along the healing process you were, it took the two of you almost an hour just to get out of your bedroom and down the stairs with all the constant stopping for breath. Bucky went ahead and pulled open the sliding glass door, your mood instantly lifting when the first breeze of fresh air washed over you. You were starting to hate how often he was right.Â
He offered you his arm and set a bench on the other side of the lawn as your goal. The neatly mowed grass felt soft between your toes, the faint sounds of birds and planes overhead helping you relax a great deal more than the constant background noise from the TV youâd kept switched on for weeks now. When you reached your goal, Bucky helped you lower yourself onto the seat and carefully squeezed himself beside you once you were settled. Sitting this close to him felt strange, you were used to him being confined to his armchair, and the bench was a pretty small one. His thigh was pressed up against yours. You tried not to think about it.
Deeply inhaling the smell of grass and flowers into your lungs made you feel like a new person but it was also making you a little drowsy, the journey down had zapped all your energy and the warmth from the morning sun was cosy and soothing.Â
The next thing you remembered was your head being gently nudged, prompting your eyes to flicker open.Â
âSorry, princess. Iâd let you sleep for hours but I really need to pee.â
You came to your senses and felt the crook of Buckyâs neck against the top of your head. His arm was around you, hand gently resting on your shoulder.Â
âShit, sorry.â In your embarrassment you sat up a little too quickly, wincing at the pain that shot through your stomach.Â
âYou alright?â
âOh, yeah. Just, yâknow, the olâ bullet would.â You laughed off his concern and waved him away. âGo pee.â
âAlright, Iâll just be a minute, donât move.â
âCouldnât if I wanted to.â
He was already sprinting across the lawn when he shouted back. âThatâs the spirit, sunshine.â
You shot a giddy grin at the back of his head. It still felt like morning but you had no idea how long youâd been knocked out for, you just knew you could very easily spend every night resting in Buckyâs neck like that.
---
Your shadow had been with you for about a week now and, contrary to all initial expectations, youâd actually been enjoying his company. He could be annoying as hell with his constant demands pushing you further and further when all you wanted to do was melt into the couch, but you could see that he was good for you. You supposed that being forced to spend every second of every day with someone gave you no choice but to recognize their good qualities. Thankfully, he seemed to have a lot of those.Â
Elaine had just collected the dishes from lunch and Bucky had somehow stolen the remote from you. He flicked on some appallingly trashy reality show, your concentration faded in and out but every time you forced yourself to pay attention someone was either screaming or necking.Â
Youâd barely even registered the knock at your bedroom door when he jumped up and launched himself towards it like the diligent little soldier he was. You listened intently, your stomach turning when you heard Carolâs voice interspersed with his. Hopefully heâd assess her as a security threat and slam the door in her stupid face.
To your great disappointment, he did not.Â
âOh my,â she looked a little more like a painted old hag than a pantomime dame today, âwho is that and where can I get one?â
âThatâs James, dad hired him to keep an eye on me.â
âDo you know which agency heâs with?â
You raised an eyebrow. âDidnât uncle Frank leave you the house and the security guard in his will?â
âUgh, yes but he couldâve been a bit more thoughtful. Iâd rather not have to look at that beer belly every time I drive through the front gate.â
âI see.â
You tried to plead for help from Bucky with your eyes but he was too busy giving a confused look to the back of her embroidered jacket, the one that you were convinced had been made from old curtains and lampshade tassels. She placed herself down in his seat, leaving him bewildered, turning on the spot like a glitched out video game NPC. He eventually just sat beside you.Â
âSo,â she crossed her veiny old legs, âdid you like the present I brought you before?â
You did not like the present she brought you before. It was a self help book whose blurb encouraged you to 'break free from your own mental cage' and 'start being the best version of you'. That mindset is incredibly toxic, Carol. Therapists and antidepressants exist for a reason, Carol. Not everyone can make themselves feel better by getting sloppy wine drunk on their dead husband's money every evening, Carol.
âYeah, it was great. Thanks.â
âI knew you'd love it, so I brought you something else.â She scurried around in her comically oversized purse for a while before pulling out a small white tub. âIt's that miracle balm I told you about, for the scar.âÂ
She noiselessly mouthed the word scar and covered the side of her mouth so Bucky couldn't see, like it was a dirty word, like she couldn't bear to think of the handsome man in the room knowing about such an ugly thing.Â
âOh right, thanks but I'm not really supposed to put anything on it while it's still healing. Could get infected.âÂ
âNo honey, if you let that thing heal on its own you'll regret it, trust me.â
âWell, the doctor said-â
âBaby, look at me.â The legs became uncrossed as she leaned in. âI'm going to be honest now because I love you. Your body is a five out of ten, maybe a six if you did a cleanse.âÂ
âRightâŚâ
âNow, with this hideous thing sitting on your stomach, you're down to a three. I don't want that for you, do you?â
You were speechless for a second. The words fuck off were just beginning to form in your mouth when she cut you off, turning her attention to the equally pissed looking Bucky.
âHow about a man's perspective, hmm? You wouldn't want a partner with something so ghastly on them, would you?â
The calmness with which he answered her was pretty impressive.
âWell, to be honest, I couldn't give a fuck, cause I tend to rate personality higher. Like you, for example, are two out of ten but with a few lessons in grace and courtesy, I could see you moving up to a solid five.â
Your mouth fell open. The breath hitched in your lungs as your eyes flicked between the two of them, one looking outraged, the other looking very fucking pleased with himself. The silence was tense.Â
After a few seconds she leapt up and stormed out of the room, her heels rapidly clicking against the floor while she screeched your father's name.Â
Bucky just shrugged at you. âGuess her own medicine didnât taste too sweet.â
âThat was amazing.â
âI'm used to dealing with assholes like that,â he followed her lead, standing up and heading for the door, âbut, unlucky for her, I'm in charge of who gets access to this room.â
âYou can ban her?â
âIf I think she's causing you harm I can do whatever I want.â
âYouâre my new favourite person.â
âCan I get that in writing?â
Heâd been gone for a while when some muffled shouting started downstairs. Too invested in the situation not to investigate, you decided to slide yourself off the couch and press your ear to the floor in an effort to make out the words. It didnât work, obviously, and you soon realised there was no way in hell youâd be able to hoist yourself back up again. You just had to wait on the ground while your dignity slowly drained away piece by piece.
Bucky eventually returned, predictably freaking out when he spotted you.
âShit, what happened? Did you fall?â
âNo I kinda⌠slid.â He gave you a puzzled look while lifting you back onto the couch. âSorry, I was trying to hear the argument. What happened?â
âShe won't be bothering you again.â
âSeriously?â
âSeriously.â
âCan I keep you forever?â You rested your head against the couch cushions. âIâll let you watch as much trash TV as you want.â
âDon't threaten me with a good time.â
---
A week passed and then another, and with each day you were achieving more and more. Bucky had you showering every day, eating three square meals and taking increasingly lengthy walks around the garden- when your painkillers were doing their job. Heâd even spoken to your father about making sure everyone in the house waited for a response after knocking on your door. It sounded like an insignificant thing but you really valued every ounce of privacy you could get your hands on, and it did wonders for improving your mood.Â
Another thing that was helping in that regard was spending most of your downtime just talking with him. On more than a few occasions youâd actually forgotten he was being paid to stick around, it felt more like you were hanging out with an old friend.Â
Sometimes it felt like you were hanging out with more than a friend but, every time those feelings started to surface, you quickly pushed them back down into the dark depths in your mind. Acknowledging them would just set you up for inevitable disappointment.Â
Today, youâd agreed to leave your fatherâs property for the first time since the incident. Bucky had offered to take you out for a coffee as a soft reintroduction back into the normal world. He drove you out in his ridiculously oversized SUV, passing plenty of perfectly good coffee shops so he could show you his favourite one. It didnât look like anything special but you trusted him.Â
He helped you to one of the outside tables, took your order and shuffled inside, giving you a wink over the top of his sunglasses. You rested your hands on the table and glanced around. The street was busy with people and cars and most of the other tables were full, it was midday so you figured most of them were working people taking their lunch breaks.
Then, just for a second, out of the corner of your eye you saw someone in the street stop. Looking over, you made brief eye contact with them before they checked their watch and continued walking. Why were they looking at you? Your eyes darted around the other faces passing by, your panic starting to rise when another of them looked your way.Â
You grabbed onto the edge of the table, your palms prickling with sweat. The quickening pace of your heart made it harder and harder to pull breath into your lungs, all the muscles in your legs started to tense and your vision blurred at the edges.Â
âYou okay?â
Two takeout cups were hastily abandoned on the table in front of you and a soothing hand landed on your back, Buckyâs face trying to make its way into your line of sight.
âMhmm.â
âI told you not to bullshit me. What happened?â
âNothing, really. I just-â You pulled in a stuttering breath. âNeed to adjust.â
âPretty hard to do that when youâre mid panic attack, no? Câmere.â
He turned you round to face him and took you through some breathing exercises, helping you get back in control. The worst of the storm eventually passed but you were pretty shaken up, and he could tell.
âMaybe this was too soon.â
âNo, this is good. It probably wouldâve happened even if we'd waited longer. Better to get it out of the way.â
âAnd what if the coffee had taken another ten minutes? You wouldâa just passed out while I was waiting for fucking milk to foam.â
He seemed angry, but not at you.Â
âItâs okay, Buck. Really. I couldâve been hit by a truck on the walk over from the car but wasnât, so why worry about it.â
âStill, we should get you somewhere less crowded,â he took you by the hand, which was unusual, cause he usually just guided you with a flat palm on the back, âprobably shouldâve started with that.â
You headed back to the car, Bucky somehow juggling you along with two hot drinks, and drove a few miles out of the city. He said he knew of a short, flat hiking trail out in the woods that was only ever busy on weekends. It wasnât exactly the reintroduction into society that the two of you had planned but, at the very least, it was a step above walks around the yard.Â
He calmed down once you began walking, the jolly, laid back, Bucky that you were used to quickly resurfacing. It was a huge relief, him being on edge made you on edge and that wasnât exactly the optimum mood for avoiding another panic attack.Â
He kept a firm arm around you most of the way, anchoring you to him and protecting you against potential falls. You were pretty sure they were the only reasons.
âI must look fucking dreadful,â you chuckled, âif we bump into anyone theyâll probably think you just found me in the woods.â
âShut up, you look great.â
âFor a three-week-old corpse.â
âA corpse wouldnât argue back so much.â
âIâm just keeping you on your toes.â
âDamn right you are.â
You smiled to yourself, hearing the warmth in his voice, and decided now was a good time to finally ask him a question youâd been thinking about for a while.
âSo, youâve really never had another client youâve enjoyed talking to? Not even one?â
âNot that I can remember.â He shrugged slightly. âWhy are you so surprised, anyway? We both know how many assholes there are out there.â
âTrue. I just think youâre easy to talk to, I guess. Iâm surprised no-one else made the effort.â
âThatâs sweet of you doll, but you should know that just letting me sit by you was completely new for me. I usually donât even get a chair, never mind a conversation.â
âBrutal. Iâm glad the shelter rehomed you with us.â
âMe too.âÂ
You laughed for a second before realising that all this talking had used up your pitiful lung capacity. You came to a stop, Bucky quickly moving to stand in front of you.Â
âSomething wrong?â
âNo, I could just use a break.â
âTake as long as you need,â he placed his hands on your upper arms, âwe can sit for a while if you want.â
âIâm good.â
Without thinking, you placed both hands on his chest to steady yourself, immediately realising that it was kind of a weird thing to do. Your eyes shot up to his but he was just smiling softly, seemingly unbothered.Â
The two of you held that position for what felt like an age.Â
Then, slowly, cautiously, his hands moved down to rest on your lower back, just above your hips. He stepped in closer and your hands tensed, grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt. He lowered his head, your eyes fluttering closed as his lips met yours. You eagerly reciprocated, curling a hand around the back of his neck in a feeble attempt to keep him there as long as you could. It fell, however, when he abruptly pulled away, your arms going limp at your sides.
âShit, Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have done that.â
âItâs okay, I-â
âItâs not. Jesus, Iâm supposed to be looking after you.â He rubbed his eyes. âWe should get back.â
âCan you just wait for a second? Iâm not-â
âNo.â He was stern, heâd never talked to you like that before. âWeâre going back to the car, now.â
You were too shocked to argue. The walk back was tense and the drive home was the same, you looked over at him a few times but his stony expression encouraged you to keep quiet. You knew you hadnât done anything wrong, and neither had he in your eyes, but you really had to keep reminding yourself of that. It felt like youâd committed a crime.Â
Once home, you headed up to your room but he didnât follow, which was unusual. When your father knocked on your door later and told you that Bucky had removed himself from duty, you werenât surprised. He claimed that a big job had come up out of nowhere.Â
He never even said goodbye.
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You hadnât so much as heard from Bucky since he left over a month ago. Youâd maintained all his rituals and kept your healing process on track, adapting your daily walks so you could do them alone, sticking nearby walls and railings. It was a real struggle, emotionally and physically, but you were determined not to let him abandoning you knock you off course. You didnât even let yourself cry when he left. You were just angry.Â
So, naturally, when a chance for you to prove to yourself how far youâd progressed without him came around, you jumped at it. A friend of your fatherâs was throwing a birthday party for his daughter, youâd never been able to stand her but you hadnât had a proper drink since the incident- and the booze there would be insanely expensive stuff. Plus, youâd been pining for any excuse to wear something other than pyjamas.
You strolled into the party, arm in arm with your father, and you felt good. You felt ready to be there. That was, until you saw who was working security detail. You barely recognised him in the full black bodyguard suit, you were so used to a t-shirt and jeans, but it was definitely him. Your evening was instantly ruined as you started mentally plotting the best way to avoid him.
You decided a good first step was to head straight to the bathroom to compose yourself, giving yourself the same pep talk in the mirror that youâd given the day after he left. Youâd come too far to let him fuck up your first big outing. You dabbed the nervous sweat from your upper lip, adjusted your outfit and gave yourself a nod. You could do this. You just needed to stay away.
Wandering back into the party, you looked around for your father, the only person in the room you had any interest in talking to. You heard your name being called over the music and turned towards it. There he was, standing beside Bucky, beckoning you over.Â
So your plan was fucked, then.Â
Your stomach tightened. You grabbed a drink from a nearby table and moved over reluctantly.
âThere you are. Listen, James was just telling me about the big job he was called to, it sounds incredibly interesting.â
âOh, really?âÂ
You took a big gulp of champagne, wondering if Buckyâs fictitious story was as good as the real one heâd told you over breakfast that time. Or maybe that one was all made up, too. You glanced over and accidentally caught his eye for a second, but he quickly broke away and looked back at your father.Â
âI probably shouldnât go into any more detail.â
âOf course not, I wouldn't want you getting in trouble.â You involuntarily scoffed at your fatherâs words but managed to play it off as a cough. âItâs such a shame, though. You two seemed to really be getting on well together.âÂ
Your father looked back and forth between the two of you like he was watching a tennis match, unaware of how painfully awkward the lingering silence was. You finished off your champagne and grabbed a fresh glass from a passing waiter, looking around the room for any excuse to leave this conversation. Unfortunately, your father found one first.Â
âAh, thereâs the birthday girl, Iâd better go pass on some well wishes. Iâll leave you two to catch up.â
You cringed as he walked away. Quickly deciding that it was better to not even attempt conversation, you just silently nodded at Bucky and turned to leave. You didnât get far, however, as he grabbed hold of your arm and stepped towards you.Â
âCan we talk?â
You were incredibly shocked but tried to play it off. âI guess."
âIn private?â
âI donât think thatâs a good idea,â you glared down at his hand, âbut I would like it if you let go of my arm.â
âSorry.âÂ
He released his grip and you took a small step away, putting a safe distance between your faces. You were still pissed off at him, that much was for sure, but you werenât ready to trust yourself being in such close proximity to him again. Anything could happen.Â
âI get why youâre pissed at me, I would be too. I just need to explain.â
âI know why you did what you did, Buck. You donât need-â
âPlease. Someoneâs taking over my shift in ten minutes, will you meet me upstairs?â
âUpstairs? Like, past the rope with the big no guests allowed sign?â
âIâm sure youâll be able to sneak past,â he smirked slightly, âI heard the security here sucks.â
He was right, too. You got up there with absolutely no trouble whatsoever.Â
All of the doors off the hallway were closed apart from one, at the very end. You took a gamble and slowly approached, peeking your head round to see Bucky perched on the edge of a huge bed. He shot up when he spotted you in the doorway.
âSorry, I know this is kinda weird, it's the only room that wasnât locked or, yâknow⌠occupied.â
âLovely.â
He nodded and gave you a smile. âYou look great. Amazing, actually. How are you feeling?â
âBetter,â his smile melted you a little, âmostly thanks to you.âÂ
âAh, you wouldâa been fine, I just annoyed you into being fine a bit sooner.â
You nervously rubbed the back of your head, in disbelief at how quickly heâd broken through your thick wall of resentment. You scrambled around trying to gather up some of the bricks and rebuild but being in the presence of that slick motherfucker was making it really difficult.Â
You gathered your thoughts, took a breath and spoke.Â
âBuck, like I said downstairs, you donât need to explain. Obviously making out with your clients is a fireable offence, I get that, so you had to leave. Everyone makes mistakes.â
âYou think I left âcause of that? You think some shitty job is more important to me than you?â
âI mean, yeah, kinda.â
âJesus, I really am an asshole.â You gave him a confused frown as he reached out and took both of your hands in his. âLook, I couldnât give a shit about this job, thereâs bodyguarding positions everywhere and most of them donât involve babysitting rich assholes. I left âcause I felt like Iâd taken advantage of you. I couldnât stand it.â
âHuh?â
âYou were in a bad place. You were vulnerable and I was supposed to be looking after you, not- yâknow...â
âSucking face?â
He chuckled. âYeah.â
âRight, but you do remember that Iâm not a child, yeah? Just because Iâm feeling shitty doesnât mean I canât make decisions for myself.â
âBut it does mean your judgement is at least a little impaired.â
âFine, whatever, but it isnât anymore.â You squeezed his hands. âAnd Iâm telling you now as a fully sane, rational adult that you didnât do anything wrong. Alright?â
A relieved smile spread across his face. âAlright.â
âGood, cause I made a decision and Iâm sticking to it.
âMight be a bad decision.â
âSometimes bad decisions are more fun.â
âYou can say that again.â
Your second kiss with Bucky was, somehow, even better. He was more sure of himself this time, less cautious, he moved in quicker. You did the same, wrapping both arms around his neck and letting him take some of your weight. You felt him smile against you as a hand dived into the back of your hair.
Now this was a kiss worth being fired for.Â
He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. âFor the record, the first time wasnât a mistake. It was a⌠happy accident.â
âWhatever you say,â you chuckled, âIâm just glad we bumped into each other again.â
âOh, we didnât. I took this job after checking the guestlist.â
âYou sneaky fucker.â
âYou know it.â
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a/n:Â sure, I was vigilantly working on a different wip (a very long one that needed a lot of strength to get through) but then this whole fantasy came to me and i just couldn't stop myself... at least i downgraded the idea from a full-fledged series (which i sadly very much do not have the time for) to just a slutty little one shot in an au that i can always pop back into whenever the itch pops up (or when anyone has a slutty request for it hehe).
summary: before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, âwell, what if Iâm not asking you to be with me? What if itâs just for tonight? What if Iâm only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?â you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, âwould you be mine just till the sun comes up?âÂ
warnings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader, smut, reader's mom is the british ambassador to france, age gap (10-15 years), tattooed!bucky (both a metal arm and tattoos as picked in a poll by you), beefy!bucky, forbidden romance, posh political party, alcohol consumption, wet dream, lingerie, stockings, one night stand (except we already know those fools can't keep it to just one night), kissing, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, oral, fingering, impact play, squirting, gaping, belly bulge, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie
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âYou sure, you donât want some?â you squinted over at your bodyguard as you lowered the champagne flute from your lips, âthis shit costs more than my dress, which is really saying something,â you pointed to the red silk gown that hung from your frame, âthis is Dior.â
âIâm good, miss,â Bucky uttered, tight-lipped as always.Â
âRight, sorry,â you sat the glass down at the tall table you stood beside, âcanât drink while on duty.â
Posh parties such as the one tonight were always a bit of a drag to get through. Even though youâd been hauled along for most of your life, theyâd never gotten any more amusing.Â
But when your mother hired Barnes to be your personal bodyguard a few months back, the thought of getting dolled up just to have a bunch of provoking politicians talk your ear off about ideas youâd never in a million years support, somehow didnât seem as bad as it used to now that he was constantly at your side.Â
It had been a little incident involving your phone getting hacked, an explicit video nearly getting leaked, one that had been made for an ex who lived in another country to make the distance more barrable, and a few threatening messages from the perpetrator that had been the reason for your new shadow.Â
Though youâd been resistant at first, storming into your motherâs office to state that you were a grown woman and didnât need a babysitter just because someone tried to exploit an old sex tape that in your opinion wasnât even that big of a deal, swiftly got squashed when a then stranger cleared his throat behind you and shared the more gruelling threats that had been made alongside the hacking.Â
Youâd hoped and prayed that heâd turn out to be a pain, that his personality could squash the feelings that fluttered inside of you whenever you looked at him, but unfortunately, he wasnât an asshole. He was quiet, professional to a fault, but he wasnât a dick. If anything, all of the silence and all of the glances to always keep track of you made the crush worse. It made you feel as if you were in a Jane Austen novel, reading between the lines of subtext your unreliable brain came up with.
âYou tired?â he asked as a yawn rolled out of you.Â
âMhm,â you hummed behind the palm you had brought up to your lips.Â
âThe carâs ready to take you back to the embassy whenever you are.âÂ
A grateful smile twitched at your lip as you offered him a small nod of confirmation, âIâll just go tell my mom.â
The ambassador, your mother, had her back turned to you as she talked business with a small group of people even though the hour had grown late.Â
You waited for a sliver of a break before you tapped her on the shoulder and whispered in her ear.
âHey, mom?â her palm found yours as she turned to look at you, âIâm gonna head home.â
âOh, alright,â she leaned in and pressed a small peck to your cheek, âsee you tomorrow, love.â
âBye,â you gave her hand one last squeeze before heading out of the elegant venue, your guard still only a few paces behind you.Â
A dusty drizzle met your skin as you exited onto the midnight streets of Paris. The sensation made you want to walk home, though you still followed Bucky to the black car already waiting and slipped in when he opened the back door for you.Â
The light from the city reflected on the back of his metal hand as it gripped the steering wheel. You could faintly spot the prominent veins on the other one dance beneath the inked skin as it did the same, tattoos you still ached to discover just how far they stretched beneath his dark suit.Â
Though soon your gaze flickered away from his silhouette as he drove, and fluttered out to the glittering cityscape rolling by, the vision of which swiftly lulled you to sleep.Â
When you arrived home, Buckyâs steely eyes found your slumbering form in the rear-view mirror. You didnât rouse when he opened your door and carefully picked you up into his arms. You didnât wake either as he carried you inside, all the way up to your bedroom, and layed you down on your bed.Â
Gently, he removed your heels and quietly placed them down on the hardwood floor before he grabbed your duvet and tugged it over your form.Â
But just as he moved to leave your side, half asleep you caught his hand.
âDonât goâŚâ you murmured hazily, eyes still shut.Â
And so, he didnât.
Bucky simply reached for the tufted chair nearby and, as silently as he could, scooted it closer to the bed.Â
Barely an hour passed before you woke.Â
Before you even blinked open your eyes, your fingers began to slide down your body as the sinful dream youâd been blessed with still lingered in your foggy brain.Â
Though when your eyes did flutter open and discovered the star of the dream sitting in a chair right next to you, your hand halted its voyage, and you sucked in a startled breath.Â
âYou okay?â he asked softly as you blinked a few times.Â
âUh,â the throbbing that still lingered from the dream probably wasnât going to fade any faster with him sitting there with his unwavering stare, âyeah, Iâmâ, uhmâŚâ you propped yourself up on your elbow before sitting up more, âIâm fine.âÂ
âDid you have a nightmare?â
âNo, it wasnât aââŚâ your sentence then crumbled as you sucked in a breath, âwhat are you doing watching me sleep?â
As you met his gaze, he then uttered, âyou asked me to stay.â
Your eyes then widened, âI did?â
âYeah.â
âOhâŚâ though you couldnât recall, heat still began to bloom on your cheeks, âIâm sorry, I didnâtââ
âIt's alright,â his shoulders offered a faint shrug.Â
Averting your gaze, you noticed that you were still in your dress. You werenât quite sure if it pleased you or not that Bucky didnât try to strip it off you, though it was probably less the moral intentions and more the fantasy of him peeling it off of you that swayed you.Â
âWere you just planning on sleeping in that chair all night?â you asked.Â
âNo,â he shook his head, âI wasnât planning on sleeping at all.âÂ
A tinge of guilt stung in your chest, âIâm really sorry, I donât know what I was thinking, I must have been asleep or somethingâŚâ you then swung your legs over the side of the bed and got up. As your fingers raised up to pluck off your sparkling earrings, your feet began to carry you in the direction of your wardrobe. Dropping the jewellery off in a small porcelain bowl on the opposite bedside table, you then glanced back at your bodyguard and said, âyou donât have to stay any longer, you can go back to your room and get some sleep.âÂ
Offering you a nod, he then began to walk towards the door.Â
Though, as you reached back to undo your dress, you abruptly uttered, âwait,â and he stopped before his steely fingers could enclose around the door handle. Turning to glance back at you, a bold request then hesitantly fell from your lips, âcould you maybe help unzip me?â
He barely made a noise, simply hummed quietly in response before his slow stride carried him towards your frame as it twisted for your back to be turned to him.
When you felt his touch on the zipper, tugging it down ever so slowly, your breath came in ragged, and your eyes fluttered shut. You swore you felt his radiating heat seep into you as he exposed more of your goosebump-ridden spine.Â
As the straps tumbled over your shoulders, your hands came up to your chest to hold it up even though you wished for nothing more than to let it drop before him.
And when the zipper finally reached its end, he lingered right behind you just long enough for you to catch the tether of it. Slowly, as if you were dealing with a skittish bird, you rotated around. You didnât dare to look him in the eyes as you let yourself follow that magnetic pull youâd been trying to keep at bay. Your gaze flickered up to his lips as heated puffs of air seeped from your lungs and you slowly, hypnotically, inched closer.Â
But then Bucky opened his mouth and said in a soft and quiet tone, âwhat are you doing?â making you halt, though not pull back.Â
âPlease donât act like you donât already know⌠I know you doâŚâ
âYou canât,â he uttered, though didnât move to walk away either as he captured your gaze, âwe canât, alright?â
âWhy not?â you breathed, your eyes returning to his lips, âis it really that important for you to stay professional over everything else? Or is it that Iâm just a job to you?â your heart felt as if it was gonna beat straight out of your chest, âyou know I like you, I know you do. You notice everything, so of course you know. Am I right?â
A long exhale then flowed from his lungs before the faintest of nods tilted his head, ââŚyeah.â
âAnd I have eyes too, Iâve seen the way you look at me,â a shiver trickled down your spine, âso, are you really gonna just stand there and pretend you donât feel something too? Just go back to your own room and continue to protect me like nothingâs going on?â
âY/n, I canât be with you,â he shook his head heavily, âyou know I canât.âÂ
Canât or wonât?
Before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, âwell, what if Iâm not asking you to be with me? What if itâs just for tonight? What if Iâm only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?â you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, âwould you be mine just till the sun comes up?âÂ
As if your quiet whispers melted him completely, your bodyguard breathed, ââŚfuckâŚâ and the next thing you knew, heâd grabbed your face and seized your lips.Â
It was like something inside of him had snapped, something you had shattered, with the way that he kissed you as if heâd been drowning and your lips were oxygen.Â
As you lost yourself in the sensation of his tongue dancing across your own, you let the red dress drop down your body, passed the sheer stockings that clung around your thighs, to the floor. Like fire, one of his hands disappeared from your cheek and ran down your frame, grazing over the black lingerie that was now exposed. Â
Though heated and hungry at first, the kiss soon softened into lighter pecks.Â
With his metal hand, he held your face close to his as he withdrew from the kiss, an action you werenât quite ready for as you dreamily trailed after him a bit, longing for his lips.Â
âAre you sure this is what you want?â his hot breath fanned across your features.Â
âYes,â you whispered swiftly.Â
But as you dizzily blinked up at him, he simply hummed for you to elaborate, âhm?â
âYes, I want you,â goosebumps tingled across your skin.Â
âYou want me to what?â his thumb swiped over your cheekbone.Â
âI want you toâ, toââŚâ you fumbled as you felt your desire drip and soak your panties, making them cling to your aching core.Â
âTo what, huh?âÂ
âToââŚÂ fuck me,â the embarrassingly desperate words tumbled out your mouth.Â
âYou want me to fuck you?â his unwavering stare briefly dropped to your parted lips.
âYes,â the syllable rushed out of you.Â
âSay it again,â he tilted his chin.Â
âI want you to fuck me.â
âLouder,â his feet began to shift, causing yours to shuffle back as well.Â
âI want you to fuck me.â
âOne more time,â his hand had dropped down to your jaw and his fingers curled slightly to dent your soft cheeks.Â
âI want you to fuck me, please!âÂ
With the hold he had on you, he swiftly dipped down and pressed his lips to yours once more. The world then fell out from under you as his grasp scooped down your frame and plucked you up.
Your arms tangled around his neck right before your back collided with the closet door and your lips tilted away from his as a short squeak slipped out. The distance however lent Bucky to let his kisses dance down the length of your neck and across your cleavage, so perfectly framed by the sheer fabric of your bra.Â
Though the hickeys he began to plant across your skin made your eyes roll in your skull, your fingers still captured his tie and tugged him back up for your lips to crash against his. As you moved to push his blazer off, his sturdy grip on you shifted though still held you close as the jacket fell from his burly frame and your palms swiftly scooped over his broad shoulders and down his chest, now one layer closer to letting you actually get to feel the furnace roiling beneath.
Cupping his face close, whimpers seeped out of you and vibrated against his lips as his fingers dug into your ass and rubbed your barely covered cunt over the palpable tent in his pants, your want surely drenching through your thin underwear and marking him as well.Â
You almost didnât realise that Bucky had moved till he dropped you down on the bed. Taking a step back, his tongue briefly flicked across his breathless lips as his fingers lifted to tug his tie off.Â
Staring directly into your soul, he uttered, âtake your bra off,â as he tossed the tie to the floor and your fingers scrambled to fulfil his request. When you flung the lingerie to the ground, right next to his crumbled tie, the cool night air kissed your pebbly nipples and Bucky let out a murmured curse right before bending down to press his lips to yours.Â
Balanced on your elbows, you parted your lips and let his tongue sweep across your own. His touch coasted down your frame, barely granting your tits any attention before his grasp hooked around your thighs and yanked you closer to the edge of the mattress. A surprised yelp escaped you at first at the sudden shift, but as the sting of saliva, that had lingered and connected you from your sloppy kiss, snapped back against your skin, the short cry morphed into a fizzy giggle.Â
The light laugh however faded away when you watched him sink to his knees at the foot of the bed. Your legs curled up even further on either side of you, though you werenât quite sure if that was you or him pushing them up and cracking you open that much more. You could feel his breath hit your pantie-clad core as his gaze fixated on the soaked spot right over your puff.Â
When his palm slid up your inner thigh, he only had to reach out his thumb for the broad pad to ghost over your covered slit. His eyes swiftly flickered up to capture yours, checking your reaction as you began to squirm from his feathery light touch.Â
Hooking his finger in the gusset, he pulled it to the side and a glossy string stretched out and clung to the fabric as he revealed your glistening pussy.Â
A breathy moan billowed out of you as he began to touch you, rolling your little pearl beneath his touch. Finding your eyes once more, he held your gaze as he then leaned down to press a gentle kiss over your clit.Â
âThis okay?â his voice vibrated against your bundle of nerves, making you twitch.Â
âMhm,â you nodded foggily, âyou can do anything you want.â
âAnything?â his lips twitched into a smirk as his fingers stretched from where they were clutching your panties to brush over your button.
âYeah,â you breathed, âfucking anything.âÂ
Your mouth then hung agape at the sight of him dipping down to ruthlessly taste your desire. It didnât take long before he lost himself in you so fiercely that he momentarily leaned back only to rip your underwear off. Both of his hands curved around your bottom, raking across your skin as he drew you even closer to his tongue and dragged it through your wet folds.
Bumping his nose against your clit, he let himself make out with your cunt a moment longer before planting a farewell peck over your pearl and pulling back. A dollop of spit dropped from his lips down onto your pussy. Catching the drop with his fingers before it slid away, he rubbed it into your own juices and made you that much more of a mess.Â
âO-oh,â you moaned as he slowly slid a long finger into you after teasing your weepy entrance enough to make you shiver.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet,â he groaned at the soppy sounds his efforts conjured.
Craning down to kiss your clit sloppily, Bucky then slid his ring finger in beside the other, curving them gently as he reached even deeper.Â
When he momentarily retracted his digits to land a small tap over your puffy petals, the smile that bloomed on your face only egged him on further. Plugging you back up, he then retracted and repeated the slap though with more ferocity.Â
Your head began to lull a bit as he brought his vibranium digits down to roll your clit and his fingers began to fuck you harder, not faster, but with an intent that made your pussy sing for him.Â
With your thighs trembling, they nearly slammed shut as you felt the end near, but your bodyguard only slid his strong metal forearm over your legs, hooking it right under both of your bent knees, to keep you spread nice and open for him.Â
The veins on the back of his inked hand popped from how fiercely his fingers rocked within you.Â
Stretching his thumb up to strum your clit, he tried to sneak a third finger inside of you as he felt your walls begin to flutter around him.Â
âThatâs it, Iâve got you,â as he always did in every manner, evidently. A smile curved at his lips as your eyes fluttered closed and a symphony of moans flowed out of you with every last tender stroke he offered you to carry you over the edge, âatta girl.â
Melted against the sheets, you caught your breath as he planted one last peck on your inner thigh before standing back up.Â
Slowly, with his gaze ever glued on you, he unbuttoned his shirt, gradually revealing the silver shine of the dog tags that hung from his neck and the tattoos that sprawled across his skin. Going all the way up from the hand still shiny with your essence, the ink swirled up his right arm, across his pecs, down his back and even curved over to his left shoulder and intentionally tangled into the gnarly scares sprouting from the border of his prosthetic.Â
When the button-up hit the floor, his fingers drifted down to unhurriedly remove his belt, pulling it out of the loops, he let it join the shirt before he undid his pants and let his cock spring free.Â
âJesus christâŚâ your jaw couldnât help but drop to the floor as your eyes fluttered at the intimidating reveal.Â
Noticing the anxiety that peeked through your lust-ridden expression, his low voice found your ears, âwhat? Did you change your mind?âÂ
âNo, I justââŚâ you couldnât tear your eyes away from his fat cock as it throbbed before you, âI got a bit nervous all of a sudden.âÂ
âNo reason to be nervous, baby,â he breathed out a smile as his fist curled around his girth. Â
âOh really?â you nearly began to laugh.Â
âYouâll be fine,â drool threatened to escape the corner of your lips as he slowly began to stroke himself, âtrust me.âÂ
âReally? Because Iâm not so sure Iâll be able to take thatâŚâÂ
âYou will,â he uttered calmly as he dipped down to give you a kiss, âdonât worry,â a hand slid into your hair as he cradled your face and ushered your gaze to find his, âyou know Iâd never hurt you, right?â
âYeah.â
âSo, youâll be fine,â his thumb curved to sweep over your cheek a few times.Â
âYeah,â you gently nodded and repeated after him, âIâll be fine.â
âThatâs my girl,â he smiled. Kissing you once more, he then pressed a peck to your forehead before his grasp found your hips and he suddenly flipped you around, onto your stomach.Â
Helping you up onto your hands and knees, a hazy smile stretched across your features as he bent down over you and pressed kisses all along your spine. Dragging his bulbous tip through your sopping folds, he then teased you for so long, never granting you any more than a dizzying nudge, that whines began to escape from you.
âP-please,â you heard yourself beg as your fingers bunched up the sheets.Â
âWhat?â he continued to flick and tap your swollen clit with the head of his heavy cock.
âIâI want itâ, pleaâ, please fuck me,â you blubbered desperately.Â
âOh, now you want it, huh?â you could hear the smirk that dominated his face, âsuddenly not so nervous anymore about me stretching you out, are you?â
âBucky, pleaâ, o-ohâ,â you felt your limbs tremble beneath you as he slipped the very tip inside.Â
His efforts were so slow at first, gradually giving you more of his length and just shallowly fucking you till you blossomed and opened up for him.Â
Gradually, his thrusts began to ease from a mind-numbingly slow pace to something that truly scrambled your brain. You soon lost yourself completely to the molten sensation of his fat girth steadily splitting you open.Â
Though when he finally bottomed out within you, a shrill gasp slipped out passed your lips and your frame shuttered beneath him.Â
Drawing his hips back just enough for you to regain the ability to fill your lungs with oxygen once more, you heard him murmur in your ear, âwhat, is it too much dick for you?â retraining his thrusts slightly, he kept his tip from kissing your cervix, âthat better or is it still too deep for you?â his hands dented your hips.
âN-no, no, it feels so good, itâs justâ,â a whimper slipped out of you and broke up your slurring, âyouâre so fucking big, Iâve neverâ,â you felt like you could feel him all the way up in your throat, âno oneâs ever been that fucking deep before.â
One of his hands curved down to your clit at the exact same time as your own did. As they met, he let your own fingers swirl over your puffy pearl as his simply lingered, till he suddenly grasped your wrist and gently led it away from your pussy, further up to your lower stomach.Â
âThat deep?â he pressed down on your palm and let you discover the dull bulge that formed in your belly at every one of his dizzying thrusts, âhas no one ever stuffed you that full before? Not even one of your pretty toys you play with so often?â
âNuh-uh,â you panted as his warm contact dissipated from your spine and he straightened back up.Â
A gravelly moan slipped out past Buckyâs lips as he glanced down to see how tightly your creamy pussy was gripping onto his cock. Your fingers returned to the sheets as his wide palm came down to slap your ass, your back arching at the impact and consequently angling his efforts so that the details of his dick brushed against your g-spot in the most heavenly way imaginable.Â
He only buried himself inside of you a few more times, his heavy sack tapping against your buzzing clit at every electric buck, till your pussy gushed around his fat girth.Â
âThere you go,â he pulled out only to insistently flick your puffy pearl with his tip, âfucking hell,â he then plunged his cock all the way back in before dragging it back out, âkeep going,â ushering more squirt to drizzle out. He kept up the overwhelming pattern till your pussy stopped gushing for him, till heâd pushed you through the overstimulation and your cunt slowly began to relax again for him. Eventually, when he steadily withdrew from you, he craned his neck to relish in the way your little hole had stretched out and accommodated so well for him, it even winking sinfully at him every time he pulled out, âgood fucking girl,â he growled at the sight, âtold you so, youâd do just fine,â your shaky frame jolted as he slapped your ass again, âlook at you now fucking gaping for me, christâŚâ
With a ring of your cream staining the base of his cock, he let himself return to your warmth for longer than just a few seconds, fucking you with such ferocity that your pliant form, still molten and unsteady from your second orgasm, collapsed onto the mattress below.Â
Though he successfully caught you before you could slip off his cock entirely, he still let you drop down on the bed, though softened the fall for you, before he followed suit.Â
The weight of him on top of you felt so comforting and soothed on your tingly skin.
âYou okay?â he kissed your cheek before spreading your stocking-clad legs with his own.Â
âHm,â you nodded foggily and felt yourself drool onto the sheets as he squished you further into the mattress.
Your shaky moans filled the bedroom as he slid back inside, âfuck, you feel so goodâŚâ sloppily nipping just below your ear before he picked up his pace.Â
The chain that dangled from his neck felt cool on your skin and acted as a stark contrast to how hot his body felt pressed against your back.Â
âYou think you can be a good girl and cum for me again?â he groaned into your ear as his efforts echoed sloppily, âlet me feel that pretty pussy squeeze around me one last time?â
âI-I donât know,â you trembled beneath him, every one of his deep thrusts making you jolt and gasp for air as he was practically splitting you in half.Â
âYou donât know?â he sweetly whispered in your ear as he curled his arms under you. One hand slid under your tit and caught your pebbly nipple in a rude pinch while the other soared down to your sore and swollen clit, âcan you try for me? Try and cum again,â your eyes had fallen completely shut, so your whole reality had just become Buckyâs reassuring weight, his tantalising efforts, and his sinful whispers that seeped directly into your soul, âtry and squirt for me one last time, sweetheart.âÂ
And so, you did. It didnât even take that long before you tumbled over one last time and your pussy creamed for him, drenching the already damp sheets beneath you, as he swiftly came as well, throbbing deep within your clenching cunt and filling your little hole up to the brim till it tried to leak and escape around his girth.
His heavy pants faded from your ear as he slowly crawled off of you, cascading a tender trail of kisses all the way down your body till he gently retraced his track of pecks and settled down next to you. Fluttering your eyes open as his palm slid up to your heated cheek, he gazed into your hazy eyes for a moment before leaning in to softly press his lips to your own.Â
You wanted to curl in closer to his frame, but your body was so exhausted that you could barely raise your pinkie finger. Fortunately though, as you layed there in wordless wonder, Buckyâs arms draped around you as he scooted in close, hugging you to him and gently caressing your skin as you continued to blink back into his ocean eyes, not uttering a word out of fear that youâd ruin the blissful moment.
After perhaps a small eternity had passed, he briefly raised his head up slightly to catch sight of the small clock on your bedside table.Â
âThereâs still a few more hours left before the sunriseâŚâ he settled back down beside you.
âOh, yeah?â a soft smile tilted up your lips as his touch began to travel south.Â
âYeah,â his lips gently parted in a silent moan as his fingers slid through your sore folds. His stare was transfixed on how your brows knitted together and a quiet hiss slipped out of you as he swirled over your sensitivity, playing with the hot load heâd pumped into you as it slowly leaked out, one of his digits too brash not to try and stuff it back inside, âwhat do you think?â sharing your breath, he inched in and let his nose nuzzle against your own, âdo you want me to be yours just a little bit longer or would you rather Iâd return to my own bed?âÂ

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18 + That is your warning so stop reading. Imagine being an absolute slut for your bodyguard Bucky even though your very much so dating Steve.
"You're thinking about him, aren't you" Steve snarled, picking up his pace while you hiccupped, "You filthy fuckin' slut, you worked up and down on his cock didn't you, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this"
âBut I love riding his dick daddyâ You wailed while bouncing on Steve's cock, biting you lip, your eyes rolling back thinking about how Bucky stretched you open like a whore, splitting you in half. "I wan Bucky's cock" You sobbed, sounding needier than ever and it made Steve leak.
"Fuck sugar, that right? You're that much of a desperate slut, you want my best friends cock?"
"Uh-huh" you nodded, nearly going cross eyed, making an utter mess all over the dark blond curls at the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stop his harsh thrusts as the door clicked open, your body guard striding into the office, his cock already rock hard.
"Hey pretty girl" Bucky cooed, smirking at how cockdrunk you were while he rounded he corner of the desk to where you were splayed across Steve's lap where he sat in his office chair. He traced your pouty bottom lip before slipping his thumb into your mouth, humming in satisfaction at the way you sucked it, moaning around the metal digit.
"Go on, finish what I started" Steve nodded while you squeaked as Bucky picked up you up effortlessly off of Steve's cock, and tossing you over his shoulder.
"Need my cock, huh Bambi, that all?" Bucky's wide palm rubbed your sore ass where Steve had spanked you, turning over to place a quick kiss onto the hot skin before laying you down on the table. You let out a needy moan at the sound of his belt hitting the floor, so deep in subby space, spreading your legs extra wide as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.
"Look at that, such a good girl, spreading her legs for me" Bucky leaned over to take a good look at you, your dazed expression and wiggling hips making his balls impossibly heavy. "Wanna show Steve how well you take my cock baby? Show him how I make you moan and cum, n'how I play with that cute little button between your legs?"
"Mph, Bucky please" You whined, pouting at the disappointed tsk Bucky made.
"That's not what you call me Bambi, c'mon, whose cock do you want, say it"
"Fuck me, Sergeant-OH-MY-GODD" You cried out as Bucky slammed into you, setting in a brutal pace without waring, your body bouncing against the desk as he gripped onto your hips.
"That's-it-good girl-good. fucking. girl" Bucky snarled through gritted teeth, slamming your body down onto his cock, his head thrown back, moving one hand to wrap around your neck. He was too enamored with you to notice the way Steve's hand was wrapped around his cock, working his swollen, silky tip, watching his pretty princess take his best friend like her life depended on it.
Bucky spat right onto your clit, rubbing tight circles around you with a feral look on his face feeling you squeeze around him, bending your thighs up till they hit your chest, hitting a deeper angle.
"Feel that? M'so deep in your pussy baby, s'fuckin' deep, can feel your little clit throbbing, it's all swollen huh Bambi, you're soaking my cock, make a mess all over it princess, it's all yours"
"Sergeant-gonna-I-" You couldn't forumalte words, tears streaming down your face and falling onto the desk under you, the band in your belly ready to snap-
"You gonna cum for my best friend babygirl?" Steve's focus was locked in at where Bucky was connected to you, watching his cock slam in and out of your tight cunt, stretching you wide open, his own cock growing impossibly harder, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut, I'm gonna-fuck m'cumming" Steve's voice was breathless, his chest heaving as he worked his cock faster, eyes rolling back as white streams of cream decorated his black shirt, nearly shooting to his beard. "Holy shit"
"BUCKY M'CU-UMINGG" You wailed, your back arching off the table, screaming with every muscle in your body pulled taught. You couldn't tell where your orgasm began or where it ended, unending waves of pleasure drowning you while Bucky began to chase his own.
"Cum for your Sergeant baby, that's it, such a good girl, you make my cock so hard Bambi, y'feel so good, not gonna last, shittt-HNG" Bucky let out a guttural moan, not giving a fuck that Steve was right there, pumping you full of his cum until his balls were empty and his cock was soft. He tucked himself back in his pants before removing his shirt to wipe you down and picking you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your boyfriend followed closely behind, smirking at the needy noise you made, checking to see that Steve was also coming for some post sex naps, sighing contently when you saw him following near by.
"Off to bed, Bambi"
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Princess Treatment
18+ MINORS DNI



Itâs been a few days since Princess had her first punishment from Bucky. She tried to avoid him like the plague whenever she could, but not for the reason he assumed.
Pairing: Bodyguard! Bucky x Brat! (Not so) Reader (Princess)
Warnings: Brat Taming, Masturbation (F), Whipped Princess, Crying, Soft Dom! Buck this time, Fingering, Oral (F), Praise Kink, Slight Overstim, A Lil Angsty, Princess is insecure, AFTERCARE (because itâs important)
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He scowled as once again, as soon as the doors to her penthouse opened she slinked off to her bedroom, not even bothering to pull off her heels. Heâd thought a lot about the other day; he was probably too harsh on her, he shouldâve eased her into it but she royally pissed him off with her defiant attitude as he pulled her from the sweaty crowd of drunken adults, sheâd even spat in his face, the nail in the coffin.
But he hated the fact she didnât want to be around him.
He sipped on the amber bourbon, hissing slightly at the expensive burn it caused down his throat before he tucked his lips into his mouth, deep in thought about how to best approach the situation he found himself in.
On the other side of the house, Princess whimpered into a clammy hand as her other ventured under her slicked panties. Sheâd been so good for him, curling into bed with throbbing want after he pushed her away - sheâd tried the morning after to get herself off but there was a heavy weight of guilt that laid on her shoulders, causing her to slip her finger away from herself and finish up in the shower, unsatisfied again.
She was convinced heâd give her what she wanted after the second day. Sheâd been so sweet to him, making him tea in the morning, ordering him breakfast and even having his suit ironed by her personal maid but by dinner time her hope was wearing thin. Her book lay open on her lap but sheâd be lucky to have read even the first paragraph, her eyes too busy gazing at each miniature movement Bucky made, a spike of excitement shooting up her spine each time his pink tongue ran over his plush lower lip, settling into the side of his mouth before slipping back into its place behind his teeth; each bob of his Adamâs apple as his favourite alcohol slipped down his throat.
But he stood with a groan, eyes glancing over at her nonchalantly and a gruff âgoodnightâ falling from his mouth had that burning fire in her stomach quelled quick. She was becoming increasingly frustrated by the lack of attention he was giving her and began to shut herself away for her own good. Being around him too much was not good for her sanity.
Which led to now.
Sheâd been out at an event, her daddy couldnât make it and tasked her with showing her pretty face instead, it was simple work sheâd done before, give a couple charming smiles, kiss a couple of cheeks and drink a couple glasses of champagne - that was before the addition of Bucky into her life.
She knew it was for her own safety when he manoeuvred her away from the only set of windows that she couldâve easily been shot at from, but his warm hand scalded her hip as he did it, the fingers squeezing in innocent reassurance but finally being touched by Bucky had her mind going dumb already. Heâd continued to move her around with unassuming hands on her body the entire night until she was so sure she wouldnât make it home in one piece. Thankfully she didnât lose her marbles until her back connected with the soft sheets of her bed, her dress discarded on the floor and her hand cupping her heated core.
âF-fuckâ Her breath hitched as her middle finger swirled slowly around her hard little pearl; its lack of action recently made it much more sensitive to her gentle touch. Her ring finger joined as she spread her legs wider; a guttural moan almost falling unchecked from her mouth but thankfully being suppressed by the soft feathers of her pillow.
She thought of his fingers instead; how rough would he be? Would he circle her clit delicately or would he maintain that rough dominant attitude from a few nights prior and leave her sopping pussy sore with hard spanks. No doubt heâd punish her, fuck her throat again and release all over her face before shoving her away and disappearing into his room, after all, thatâs all he wanted, a stupid little girl whoâd be at his beck and call, whoâd open wide and gag around his length until he was satisfied.
Her free hand hooked around the waistband of her undies, pulling him unceremoniously until they stretched around her thighs before slipping off easily past her knees. She kept up her ministrations, hips bucking up to meet every flick of her fingers, soft moans and pleads of something she knew was unattainable escaping her mouth, her eyes rolling back into her head.
She didnât even hear the door click open.
Bucky watched the sight in front of him, his princess getting herself off while she chanted his name. He expected himself to be upset at the sight but he felt guilty more than anything; he knew heâd gone too long and it caused her to break his rule. He sat down on the edge of the bed, only after feeling the sinking of the mattress did her eyes shoot open, a frightened gasp ripping from her throat and her hand flying from its spot.
âOh my - Iâm so sorryâŚI-I tried my best but you werenâtâŚI waited so long I c-couldnât hold backâ he frowned at just how frantically she apologised, her legs slapping shut, tears welling in her eyes at the thought of her impending punishment. She froze when instead of harsh words his big hand cupped the side of her face, thumb swiping up and escaping tears.
âShhh itâs ok princess I know, I know, you did so wellâ he praised, mouth quirking up into a soft, gentle smile.
âY-youâre not mad?â She stuttered in response.
âUh-uh angel itâs my fault, was just tryna see how long I could push you but I pushed you too far, Iâm sorry babyâ She didnât know how to feel about this Bucky; she enjoyed the soft touches and sweet words but it was such a far cry from the hard dom sheâd dealt with before.
âLemme help you ok princess, you deserve it for lasting so long, you want my help?â His words wobbled slightly at the end, slight hints of insecurity bubbling as he spoke, he wanted so badly to help her but he knew she had every right to tell him to fuck off - but she nodded, wide eyes unblinking and legs falling open.
âMy rules are still in place sweet thingâ he reminded, hand running soothingly up and down her thigh.
âI want your help Buck pleaseâ she gasped when his thick fingers resumed her circling, pressing firmer than she had. She watched him through lidded eyes; the way he took his time unravelling each part of her, his eyes moving from between her legs, up over her tummy to her soft breasts. He cupped one in his hand, thumb circling over the nipple softly eliciting soft whines from her.
âThat feel good baby?â He mouthed along from her knee to her mid-thigh, sucking softly before kissing the bruising skin.
âMhmmâŚwant your fingers in me Buckâ she hesitated for a beat, silently hoping it wasnât too demanding but when his fingers sunk to his knuckles she thanked the heavens for his leniency. He thrust in and curled out, the pads of his fingers hitting that sweet spot every time, juices pooling out around his digits and down the crevice of her cheeks until settling on her sheets. She was dangerously close; his hot breath fanning over her folds not helping at all.
âWant you to tell me when youâre gonna come ok, you gotta ask permission, princess?â His dark eyes flicked up to hers, a chuckle forming on her lips as she nodded her head instead of using her words - she was lucky he was feeling so bad.
An almost pornographic sob left her when his tongue flattened over her hardened nub, vibrating with a growl he let out at her taste.
âMmm tastes so good angelâ he groaned against her, suckling up any sweetness decorating her lips. She was a mess, pussy clenching frantically on his quickening fingers, drool gathering and wetting the pillowcase beneath her head as she ground her body against his face, an image of her sweaty body crawling up the tallest mountain in the world, hands bleeding as she gripped at rocks, feet slipping but she kept going until she finally reached that summit, but something in her brain stopped her from jumping off just yet.
âMm ohhh Buck Iâm close, please gotta comeâŚcan I Bucky? Can I come?â She cried, eyes cracking open to look at him pleadingly.
âCome princess, let it go, let it all go for your Buckyâ he rambled against her heat, moaning unabashedly as more of her slick sweetness slipped from her clenching hole, being sucked up by his tongue.
She had no idea how long she lay there writhing, orgasm seemingly never-ending. She came to from the feeling of Buckyâs fingers still thrusting weekly into her, helping her through her pleasure.
âAh s-stop too muchâ She pushed against his bicep and he relented, pulling his sopping fingers from her winking cavern and cleaning them off in his mouth.
âYou did so well for me princess, so fucking goodâ he lauded, kissing up her neck and jaw before planting his lips on her bitten ones.
âIâm sorryâ she sobbed, emotions on full blast because of the assault her shuddering orgasm had on her nerves. He shushed her softly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, assuring her she had nothing to be sorry for. He pulled her up into his arms, lifting her frame off the bed and carrying her into the en-suite adjoined to her room. He placed her aching body delicately into the warm sudded water heâd prepared in mere minutes.
Sheâd quietened after he scrubbed her expensive body wash over her body, paying close attention to any stiff knots he felt along the way. She turned to him with something intelligible swirling in her eyes.
âAre you proud of me?â Her voice was weak, raspy from overuse. He almost cooed out loud at the adorable little expression adorning her features, but he could sense something deeper crawling around there too.
âOf course princess, even when you act like a spoiled brat Iâm proud of youâŚyou take your punishments so well and youâre always so sweet afterâ he leaned forward and snatched her lips in his again.
The answer seemed to satisfy her for the time being but he knew it wouldnât be the end of questions like that. Suddenly that simple bodyguard role for the world's brattiest women was starting to feel more like protecting the most misunderstood woman heâd ever met, and it boiled the pot of possessiveness that had sat cold in Bucky for a long time.
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I had something else planned to post today but I'm not happy with it so you can have some Princess and Bucky because you have been denied. This was written a while ago and dedicated to the anon in my asks who asked for Princess and Bucky filth months ago đ
I hope you enjoyed, any likes, reblogs and comments are well appreciated and Iâd love any asks telling me your thoughts about these two or anything else that comes to mind. I'm a certified yapaholic.
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I Hate It When You're Drunk - 1
Character: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader
Summary: A short love story between a princess and her bodyguard, where their love is forbidden.
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Alcohol.
Bucky didn't hate it. In fact, he drank it himself, though he never indulged to the point of blacking out. What he truly hated was receiving the inevitable call that began with, âSheâs drunk again.â
With a weary sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose and replied, âBring her home.â
Standing at the entrance, he watched as three black SUV cars approached. The middle car, he knew, was the most importantâit carried one of the country's most influential figures. A princess.
When the car door opened, a suited man approached Bucky. âShe only allows you to carry her,â he said.
Bucky nodded and stepped closer. Inside the car, he saw a beautiful woman, half-asleep, the scent of alcohol clinging to her. It didnât bother him.
Gently, he touched your shoulder. âYour Highness, youâve arrived.â
Your eyelids fluttered open, and you smiled drowsily at the sight of your favorite person. âIâm so happy today,â you murmured. You had been out drinking with your friends.
âYeah, I know,â Bucky said softly. He already knew because he had seen the pictures and had taken swift action to erase them from the internet. He couldn't let your image be tarnished.
As the princess of Veridian, any image of you being drunk and acting silly could ruin the kingdom's reputation.
You reached out your hands toward Bucky. âCarry me.â
The other guards exchanged glances, dumbfounded, even though they had witnessed this scene several times before. Despite knowing Bucky since childhoodâhis father was the head of security at the castleâdid it really have to be this intimate?
Bucky chuckled at your childish request. He indulged you, lifting you gently and carrying you like a princess to your room. Being in his arms was your safest place.
Arriving at your room, he gently laid you on your bed. The other servants, accustomed to this routine, had already prepared everything and discreetly left the room, leaving the two of you alone.
Bucky brushed a strand of hair from your face and tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable.
He wiped your face and hands with a warm cloth, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. He looked at you lovingly, a soft smile on his lips. Then he felt something wrap around his waist. It was your hands. You moved closer and rested your head against his stomach, whispering, âLetâs run away.â
Bucky sighed, his heart aching. âWe canât,â he replied.
âI donât care,â you insisted, your voice barely above a whisper.
He lied because, deep down, he loved the idea. But he knew his place. He was just a bodyguard who had grown up alongside you, a princess.
You didnât want to be separated from him. But you were terrified of your father, the tyrant king, who had forbidden your union. The only man you ever loved was out of reach because of royal decree.
In desperation, you had once given your father an ultimatum, âLet me marry Bucky, or I will never marry.â
You hadn't expected his response, âNever marry, then. If you run away with him, I will kill him.â
Those words haunted you. The tyrant kingâs threat loomed large, and you couldnât bear the thought of losing Bucky. Yet, you were trapped in a gilded cage, unable to be with the one you loved.
Thatâs why you turned to drinking. The numbness of alcohol allowed you to escape your harsh reality, if only for a while. In your drunken fantasies, you and Bucky lived a simple life, with a house surrounded by a white picket fence, building a family together.
In that fantasy, you found solace. But even in your dreams, tears slipped from your eyes, betraying the sorrow you couldnât escape.
Bucky always noticed your tears. It pained him to see you drowning in sorrow, unable to change your fate.
This was why he hated it when you got drunk. Because in those moments, you cried over your impossible love, and he was powerless to do anything about it.
You were a princess, and he was just a bodyguard.
As he wiped the tears from your cheeks with his fingers, he leaned closer and rested beside you. âIâll always be by your side,â he whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination.
You clung to him, seeking comfort in his presence, even if it was all you could have. He watched over you as you slept, his heart heavy with unfulfilled dreams and the cruel reality that kept you apart.
But at this moment, at least, he could offer you the comfort of his presence, which would have to be enough for now.
Author Note: Should I continue this as a series?
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HELLOđŤśđź
i just had another idea... what about royal!au bucky (or mob, which one u prefer) x bodyguard!reader
like she is so rude with everyone but a softie with buck, she takes care of him and protect him all the time (secret relationship?)
idk something smutty, angst and fluffy... you are an expert of writing!
- your fave spidey. đđˇď¸
Mean To Everyone, But You Âť Bucky Barnes (AU)
Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bodyguard!Female Reader
Summary: Youâre Buckyâs bodyguard and youâre rude to everyone except for him.
Warnings: Fluff and Smut (18+), tiny bit of Angst, language, tiny bit of violence, secret relationship, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, praise kink, pet names
A/N: Thank you đˇď¸ anon for requestingđŠľ
Written on my phone. I apologize for any mistakes.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator @barnesdjarin
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Bucky sighs loudly when one of his most annoying employees walks in his office without knocking. He picked up where he left off with his list of complaints and it was giving Bucky a headache. Bucky sent you a text, asking you to come in his office. Youâre Buckyâs bodyguard and youâll do anything to protect him.
âYou wanted to see me, sir?â You asked as you in his office.
âYes.â Bucky answers. âPlease show him the exit. He will not be working here anymore.â Bucky tells you.
âWill do, Mr. Barnes.â You complied.
âIâm fired?â He scoffs.
Bucky hums and nods his head.
âLetâs go.â You say to him, walking him towards the door.
âI know how to walk!â He smacks your hands away. âDonât fucking touch me!â He says loudly.
He shouldâve known better than to smack your hands, because the next thing he knew he got punched in the face. Bucky was watching in amusement as you escorted him out of his office. A few minutes later, you went back to his office.
âI would like to apologize for the way things got physical with him.â You apologized.
âNo need to apologize. I enjoyed it.â Bucky says.
Bucky watched the way you winced and seen your slightly bruised knuckles.
âGet some ice for your hand.â He tells you.
You nodded before leaving his office to ice your hand. Later, Bucky asked you to come back to his office.
âYou wanted to see me, sir?â You say, walking in his office and closed the door behind you.
âLock the door please.â He says.
You locked the door and walked over to him. You sat on his lap, straddling him. You gave him a much needed kiss. Buckyâs hands found their way to your waist, giving it a small squeeze.
âIâve been waiting for this all day.â Bucky says.
âMmm, me too.â You say with a hum.
Bucky moved his lips to your neck. He placed soft kisses along your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. His teeth grazed your skin, biting down hard enough for a hickey.
âBuckyâŚâ You breathed. âEveryone will see the marks.â You say.
âCover it with makeup.â Bucky says against your neck.
You and Bucky are in a secret relationship. You two are risking it by having sex in his office. Even though, itâs not the first time you two have had sex in his office.
âI love it when youâre mean to everyone.â He says as he continues to mark up your neck.
âI love to protect you somehow.â You say.
Buckyâs hand disappeared underneath your dress and rubbed your pussy through your wet panties. A soft moan left your lips.
âYouâre so wet.â He whispers. âIs all of that for me?â He asks.
âYes.â You moaned. âItâs all for you.â You tell him.
Bucky moved your panties to the side and slid a finger inside of you and his thumb began rubbing your clit, making your mouth fall open and a string of moans leave your lips. He moved it slowly and at a teasing pace, making you whine. He smirks to himself, loving the affect he has on you.
âBuckyâŚâ You whined.
âTell me what you want, sweetheart.â He says.
âYour cock.â You tell him.
âYou know how to get what you want.â He says.
You unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his suit pants. Your hand palmed his hard cock through his boxers, making him moan lowly. You bit your bottom lip as you took his cock out of his boxers and stroked it in your hand.
He took his fingers out of you, making you whine. You lifted yourself just enough for your pussy to hover over his cock. You lined his cock at your entrance and slid down onto him. A relieved moan left yours and his lips.
âWe have to make this quick.â Bucky tells you. âWe have to finish the workday after this.â He says.
You nodded and put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself and lifted yourself up and sank back down on him. Bucky bunched your dress up above your hips and watched his cock disappear in your pussy, covered in your slick.
âFuckâŚâ He moans at the sight. âYouâre taking my cock so well, darling.â He says.
You moaned in response and sped up your movements, his dirty words urging you on. Your clit occasionally rubbed just above the base of his cock. Your moans got a little too loud so Bucky covered your mouth to muffle your moans.
âShh, sweetheart.â Bucky coos. âWe donât want to get caught, do we?â He says.
You shook your head no, moaning into his hand. He took his hand off of your mouth and slid a finger in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it like you do with his cock before wrapping your lips around it. Bucky watched with lust clouded eyes.
His free hand found its place on your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze before helping you with your movements. Usually, Bucky lets you do your thing when youâre riding him, but he wanted to make this quick cause you two are still at work. Not that you minded. Little does he know that you love it when he helps you with your movements when youâre riding him.
Buckyâs finger left your mouth to rub your clit. A gasp left your lips at the feeling of his spit covered finger against your clit. He put his lips on yours to muffle your moans. His tongue licked across your bottom lip. You parted your lips just enough to allow him to slide his tongue in your mouth. His tongue explored every part of your mouth. His lips left yours so you two can breathe. You bit your bottom lip to keep your moans muffled.
âDonât worry, sweetheart.â He pants. âIâll take my time with you tonight.â He promises.
Bucky is a man of his word. He means it.
You lost rhythm with your movements for a short moment due to your orgasm building up, but you regained it. Bucky rubbed your clit faster to get your orgasm to build up faster. His orgasm was building up just as fast.
âBucky, I-â A whimper left your lips before you could tell him that youâre about to cum.
âCum for me, baby.â His voice sounding raspy. âIâm close too.â He says.
Your nails dug in the fabric of his suit jacket and you bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly as you came. Bucky gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm. His free hand joined his other hand on your ass, helping you move up and down so he could cum. He came inside of you shortly after you came. Your movements came to a slow stop. You sat on his lap panting and staring in his eyes. He gave you a sweet kiss before you got off of his lap, his cock slipping out of your pussy.
You stood on slightly wobbly legs and held onto his desk as you readjusted your panties and dress. Bucky put his cock back in his boxers and redid the zipper and button on his pants and buckled his belt before standing up to walk you to the door. As soon as he opened the door, someone heâs supposed to have a meeting with barges in his office without permission.
âYouâre late!â The man practically hisses. âOur meeting was supposed to start 10 minutes ago!â He says.
âI was talking to an employee.â Bucky says, referring to you.
The man looked at you, looking you up and down while giving you a dirty look.
âIt took you 10 minutes to talk to her?â The man laughs. âWhat were you guys talking about? Making her overtime?â He says sarcastically.
âWeâre done here.â Bucky said to the man. âY/N, you know what to do.â He says.
You nodded and motioned the guy towards the door, but he didnât listen to you.
âI donât need some little girl dressed like a Barbie to tell me what to do.â He says.
âYouâre gonna regret saying that to her.â Bucky warns the man.
âWhy? Whatâs she gonna-â You punched him in the face, giving him a bloody nose before he could finish his sentence. âYou bitch!â The man shouted, holding his nose.
âMr. Barnes asked you to leave. Donât make him repeat himself.â You say.
You grab his arm tightly and used all of your strength to drag him out of Buckyâs office and building. Then you went back to Buckyâs office. Bucky had an amused look on his face.
âRemind me to reward you tonight when we get home.â Bucky says with a wink.
âWill do, Mr. Barnes.â You say, smiling at him before going back to work.
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be your date
bodyguard!bucky barnes x actress!fem!reader
summary: you are invited to this year's met gala, and your bodyguard is against the idea of letting you go alone.
word count: 500+
warnings: 18+ mdni. nothing sexual, but still. some banters. hints of fluff. a sprinkle of tension. grumpy but protective bucky (yes, that is a warning!) sort of bratty reader? lack of met gala knowledge probably. usage of petnames such as princess. lowercase writing.
photos used are only for aesthetic and not to describe or visualise the reader!
note: just a little drabble to the story/plot i've been writing! since there was recently a met gala, i thought this would be a great tease for this story. i hope you enjoy this one!
dividers made by @firefly-graphics!
comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated. thank you! âĄ



âyou shouldn't go.â
as a celebrity, privacy was a rare luxury, and having your personal life being constantly invaded became your new norm.
it also meant having a personal bodyguard to keep you safe, but no one ever warned you about having a bodyguard who was both relentlessly protective and unbelievably attractive with a permanent frown on his face.
god, would it be so bad to have a crush on your bodyguard?
âyou can't tell me what to do, you know that right?â you shot him a defiant look, although you knew he wasn't trying to control you, just keeping you safe.
getting a reaction other than a grunt from him was your favourite hobby, anyway.
a delivery was found on your doorstep this morning, containing an invitation and a bouquet of flowers. bucky was beside you as you opened the envelope, and immediately, he was against the idea.
âwhat even is the met gala?â he eyed the invitation you were holding, brow furrowed while he looked offended by the piece of paper. âit doesn't sound safe.â
bucky had learned about the letters that you would constantly receive, and how half of them were unusual and even concerning. you could still remember the frown he had kept all day when you received a marriage certificate in need of your signature.
he made sure to burn it by the fireplace.
and grunted at it one more time.
ânothing sounds safe to you, jamie.â you argued, rolling your eyes at his protectiveness. you slipped the card back into its envelope, unaware of the faint flush that spread across his face as he heard you call him by the nickname you've given him.
âit's a ball that a bunch of celebrities go to every year, but i don't really find it that special. my manager thinks otherwise though.â you explained. âand i do have to go alone if i'm attending it since it's really private. they even prohibited phones inside, so it should be safe.â
âi don't buy it.â bucky pursed his lips, remaining unconvinced. âi'm coming with you.â
âthey won't let you inside. they treat this ball as a highly exclusive event. even bodyguards are off the list. i find it silly as well, don't worry.â you sighed, recalling how uncomfortable it was every time. you had no choice since your manager called it good publicity and a necessity for your career. âoh, unless i bring a date. i could probably sneak them in as a plus one. they love seeing a new pair to spark conversation. do you have anyone you trust enough to be with me so you can calm down?â
you waited for his response, but instead of answering, bucky took a step towards you, his gaze intense and unwavering. he looked at you with such intensity, making butterflies flutter in your stomach that none of your co-stars could do to you.
âi'll be your date.â
your eyes widened in surprise. was he serious? âwhat?"
"you asked me who i trust enough to be with you." he repeated, his face now inches away from yours, a faint smile dancing across his face. âwell, princess. that person would be me."

i may have changed reader from sunshine to confident/bratty because i genuinely can't write a sunshine character without giving up... i'm not the best with jolly emotions. i think it still worked out tho!
oh, and here's a silly lil instagram post. thank you for reading!
if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! đ
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Would it be possible to get a fic about Bucky and his GF getting caught on a date by the media. The GF is Pluse size and maybe someone makes a mean comment about her size? Cue protective Bucky who LOVES his girl so much
This is precious. And while I am almost certain you mean normal Bucky I had an idea for a popstar reader soooo. Youâre getting Bodyguard Bucky. Ooops~ hope you like it anyway. đŠľ
Characters/Pairings: Bodyguard!Bucky x Plus size popstar! Reader
Content/Warnings: fatphobia, body image issues, and illusions to smut at the end. Bucky is gonna be super sweet, but if this kind of thing triggers you steer clear. Stay safe, babes!
Author Note: this is written on my phone, and not beta read. So⌠extend me some grace :)
It was almost preternatural in a way, the way Bucky could sense when you werenât ok. The way he seemed to know the moment he walked in your door that he was gonna have to chase away storm clouds, but it never failed. Your bodyguard always knew. And he made it his life mission to keep his sunshine girl from flickering out.
âWhat have you been reading.â He asked, his face stern and jaw clenched but his eyes softer then they had any right to be.
You sigh, turning off your phone screen and setting it face down, âNothing, just an article.â
âAn article about you?â He asked, tilting his head to try and see your eyes. He already knew the answer, because he followed what the media was saying. From the moment you stepped onto the scene the topic of discussion hovered around your weight more then it had any right to be. It didnât matter that you had a voice that gave people goose bumps or that your presence on stage could light up a stadium all on your own. Because you werenât a tiny little Barbie doll none of that seemed to matter.
You had been a beacon of positivity through it all though. Using your platform and following to promote self love and healthy habits at all sizes. Focusing on moving your body and prioritizing health over weight or measurements. Bucky adored you for it. Thought you were an angel, deserving of the world. Ans he wished everyone else thought that as well.
âStars did an article on me.â You admitted, getting up and heading to the kitchen for some water. Not meeting Buckys eyes. âThey are covering my casting in hairspray.â
âYeah?â Bucky followed closely behind. He was proud of you for landing that role. You deserved it, you were gonna be a perfect Tracey. âWhat about it.â
You still wouldnât meet his eyes. âItâs nothing James. There just saying Iâm perfect for the role.â
Jame. James?! You never called him James. He was always Bucky, sometimes Bucky baby if you were really in a mood. Thatâs how he knew whatever they had written had hit a chord. âAngel⌠what did it say.â
You just shake your head and down your water. It really didnât matter. It wasnât anything that hadnât been said before. To be honest, you donât know why it was bumming you out so badly.
Except you did know why. Because you had dreamed of being on broadway your entire life. Since you were a little girl. And now⌠that dream was coming true. But all anyone wanted to talk about was how the plus sized popstar landed the fat girl role because what else could she beâŚ
âAngel. Youâre thinking awfully loud over there. You gonna tell me or am I gonna have to pull it out of you?â He stepped in closer. His smoky sweet aftershave wafting around you, pulling your eyes up to look at him. His glacial blue eyes were begging, pleading you to talk.
âThey-â you sigh, shoulders drooping. âThey got a picture of me coming out of rehearsal. Iâm in sweats, itâs unflattering and the whole article is about how Iâve put on weight for the role. Which I havenât, if anything Iâve lost some from constant practices. But thatâs not the point..â your voice cracks.
âIâm tired James. I am tired of having to be put together all the time or the paparazzi makes it all about how I let myself go. I finally reached what I concider to be a highlight of my career-â You voice cracks. The damn that had been slowly cracking inside your chest finally breaking. âAnd all anyone wanted to to talk about is how my thighs look in my sweats!â
Bucky was already moving. Pulling you into his arms. Tucking your eyes up under his chin as you shake with anger and frustration. Smoothing your hair from your face and kissing your temple with a lingering touch. âThere we go, let it out.â
He lets you rant. Pushing down his own anger and frustration. You were the most beautiful person he knew. Inside and out. He had worked for a couple different celebrities over the years and none had the same golden heart as you. None. âIâm so sorry Angel. Itâs a load of shit and we both know it but I know thy doesnât make it easier.â
He closed his eyes. Kissing your hair. âYou are beautiful. Every inch of you. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes. I hope you know that.â He pulls back to look into your red rimmed eyes. Cupping your cheek. âYou are talented and charming and you draw people to you like flies to honey. And everyone with a brain can see it. I promise. Whoever wrote that article was poking at low hanging fruit that anyone of substance doesnât care about. You are perfect.â
His voice drips with sincerity as his eyes roam your face. Pads of his thumb wiping away angry tears. âI think you need to put down your phone for the day. Why donât you give it to me or to Alice and weâll focus on things that actually matte today ok?â
You blink away tears, considering it. You could hand off your phone. Let your assistant answer your phone for the day, she will let her know if itâs something she needs to answer directly. But, unplugging was hard-
âCome on angel, we will go punch some stuff at the gym. And then Iâll take you for froyo at that boba place you like.â He tucks your hair behind your ear. âAnd then you can shower and Iâll help you unwind before you have your go practice tonight. How about that.â His voice was laced with promise. With sweet dark temptation as he leans forward and whispers the thing he could do to help you feel better. And you bite your lip as you know he will follow through on every one.
âHow about we shower first?â
Bucky smiles, guiding you back toward your room as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt. âWhatever you want princess, let me show you how perfect I really think you are~â
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Election Time (2)
Summary: You thought he was your forever.
Pairing: Senator!Tony Stark x Wife!Reader, Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: heavy angst, language, wish for a child, betrayal, failed marriage, soft Bucky, pining
Election Time (1)
Election Time masterlist
Buckyâs apartment is far away from your homeâor now former home. It looks like he leads a spartan life, with very few comforts and luxuries.
Still, it looks inviting and comfortable to you. Thereâs almost no decoration but a framed picture of you and him on the artificial fireplace, the âbest bodyguard in the universeâ trophy, and a plushie you won for him at a fair in his first year of duty.
âI remember that day,â he chuckles. âYou didnât want Tony or me to win a prize for you. He was shocked seeing you rock that water gun.â
âI didnât think youâd keep it,â you say, and carefully touch the plushie sitting next to the picture frame. You still got the trophy too.â
âIt was a gift from you.â Bucky shrugs. ââCause I kept it. Why would I throw it away?â He stands next to you, dipping his head to watch you play with the diamond ring on your finger. âDo you want to talk about it?â
âNo, Iââ you fail to answer him. âHonestly, I donât know what to say. For the longest time, I felt like I was alone in this marriage. Tony was long gone; I just didnât want to admit he didnât want to be with me any longer.â
Bucky runs his hand up and down your back, careful to not touch your shoulder. He offers comfort without saying a word.
âWhat hurts is the fact that he stayed married to me for his career. Bucky, he conspired with my doctor to make sure I cannot get pregnant.â You sniffle. âI feel so violated. Thatâs⌠bodily harm. They robbed me of my babyâŚâ
âY/N,â he murmurs your name. âPlease donât be mad at me, butââ Bucky bites his tongue. Heâs unsure about the question swirling in his mind. âWhat if you got pregnant and heard all this? Would you still want to have a baby with a man like him?â
You drop your gaze and choke out a sob. No. Tony would make an awful father. All he cares about are his reputation and career. He gives a shit on you, and it wouldâve been the same with a child. Maybe the baby wouldâve been useful in public, but nothing else.
âNo.â
âLetâs not do this right now.â Bucky gives you a cracked smile. âYou need a rest, and I need to inform Steve that we didnât get kidnapped or worse.â
âHe will tell Tony.â You grasp for Buckyâs hand. âPlease donât tell him. I canât face him yet. I donât want to either. If I had a choice, Iâd run to the end of the world and never see him again.â
âSteve wonât tell your husband shit. Iâm going to explain the situation.â Bucky softly replies. âI swear, not a single word will leave his lips.â
âWhat if heâs loyal to Tony, not me or you?â You sniffle. âWhat will happen?â
Bucky gently takes your hands in his. âY/N, do you trust me?â He asks.
You look Bucky in the eyes and nod. âI trust you with my life, Bucky.â He holds your gaze and squeezes your hands. âOnly you.â
âGood,â he whispers your name and hums. âI trust Steve with my life too. If I tell him to not say a word, heâll do it without asking questions. All he needs to know is that youâre safe with me.â
âCan I stay the night? I need to think about a few things before facing my husband.â You wipe your wet eyes.
âHey, hey,â Bucky murmurs when you start to cry again. He wraps you in his arms and allows himself for the first time to hold you for a different reason than protecting you. âYou can stay as long as you want to. My place is not as nice as your home, but itâs safe, and I got plums.â
You choke out a laugh. âIf you got plums, everything is good. Without them, we wouldnât have made it.â
Bucky reluctantly lets go of you. He nods at you before saying, âIâll call Steve now. You should get settled in. I changed the sheets, and thereâs a clean flannel and sweatpants on the bed. If you want to stay here for longer, Iâll ask Steve to sneak some of your clothes out of your house.â
âSteve, we got a problem,â Bucky inhales deeply before he tells his best friend since childhood what happened this afternoon. âShe cannot go home at the moment. We need to cover her tracks and come up with an excuse.â
Steve immediately reminds Bucky of his duty. He wonât rat you and his friend out, but the head of security canât do much to cover your disappearance.
People will start asking questions soonâespecially your husband.
âYou are telling me no one knows about my wifeâs whereabouts?â Tony yells at the head of security. Steve doesnât even bat an eyelash. He keeps a straight face, even though he knows exactly what happened this afternoon.
âSir, the last we know was that you left her behind after the interview. Most of the security followed you, not your wife. Your orders.â Steve crosses his arms over his chest and glares at Tony. âMaybe she wanted to visit a friend, or the car broke down. It looks like her phone died. A dead battery is no reason to call the police.â
âThe cops?â Tony snorts. âYou think I want to call the cops only because my wife decided to skip the event? What do you think will happen if I report my wife missing? I can forget about the election!â
âIâm happy to hear that youâre worried about your wife,â Steve coolly replies. âIâll call Barnes, ask him if he knows something. You should get some rest, Senator. Iâve got this.â
Tony watches the head of security walk out of his office. He squares his jaw. Itâs the first time you didnât accompany him. Something must be wrong, and he fears it could cost him the election.
âSteve got this,â Bucky softly says as if speaking to a scared animal. âHe will keep the bloodhounds off our backs for a while. This gives you a little time to think about your next steps.â
You give him a sad smile. While Bucky was talking to Steve and went out for a late-night shopping trip, you already made up your mind. You must face Tony and confront him sooner rather than later.
You just donât know when youâll find the strength to look your husband in the eyes and tell him that you knowâŚeverything.
âDoll, you got to eat something,â Bucky says. He points at the plate he placed on the coffee table. âI know this is a lot to stomach.â
You look at the plate, smiling because Bucky made you smiley pancakes and cut a plum for you. âYou cut a plum for me.â
âUhâsure.â Bucky looks at the food he made for you. He knows about your habit of eating pancakes whenever you are sad. âI removed the stone and thought itâs better to cut it for you too. You know, because it looks better on the plate.â
âYouâre a good cook.â You grin at Bucky. âThank you. For everything.â
âAt your service, dollâŚâ He winks at you. âThatâs my jobâŚâ
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Nightmares by @waiting4inspiration
Safe and Sound by @talesofesther
voicemails by @lovelybarnes
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Safe Place To Land by @sunlightdances (modern au)
Too Much (Not Enough) by @touchstarvedirl
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Cherry by @sweetdreamsbuck (camboy!bucky)
Your Daddy Did It Better by @princessbellecerise (billionaire!bucky)
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Inspired by @sunnysideprincess post "young Tony Stark sleeping with a stranger at a gala and turns out that stranger is now his bodyguard?" a winteriron 2.5k fic (â Â â ęâ á´â ęâ )
Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes, Protective Bucky Barnes, Possessive Bucky Barnes, Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Tony Stark/Tiberius Stone
Bucky doesn't know much about the current pop culture climate. All he knows is Howard has a son who likes to get into trouble, but due to recent threats against the family it's no longer safe to go out alone.
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Bucky attends the gala to meet with Howard and be acquainted with the venues and protocols he'll be expected to know, including dress and social custom. He's still reintegrating into civilian life after an honourable discharge, but Howard worked with him during his prosthetic trials and wanted to hire him immediately.
Bucky meets a pretty thing at the gala, something charming and mischievous, and hey, he hasn't exactly had time to take advantage of the civilian world and all it's private space and willing bodies just yet. Howard won't be able to meet till the end of this thing, and who's to say fooling around in an empty office doesn't count as "integrating into higher society".
He doesn't even get the man's name. Doll, sweetheart, and pretty boy seem to do him just fine for the hour they spend together (half at the start, and a second time during a boring speech when they make eye contact; Bucky can't resist the cute little smirk and head nod towards the exit).
Everything goes smoothly with Howard, and he's expected at the house tomorrow morning at 8am to meet the infamous Tony Stark. From what he's told he's too smart for his own good, resents authority, and has no idea he's about to get a permanent babysitter. To say Bucky is hesitant is an understatement, but the pay is good and things haven't exactly been easy since coming home, so he's up for a challenge.
What he couldn't have predicted to go wrong, however, is the pretty thing that turns around the corner the following morning in boxers and a Metallica t-shirt, sees Bucky and Howard in the kitchen, and immediately lets out an adorable squeak before hiding bashfully behind his hands and running out of the kitchen.
"Well, that was certainly unexpected. Tony, get back here!"
Bucky agrees, although with an entirely different surprise.
Bucky can't help but be endeared by the sudden shyness and petulance of the previously confident and forthright man, but things turn awkward over time as they settle into their new dynamic.
Bucky spends half his time checking up on Tony in the lab and making sure he eats. Definitely a bit too close to the babysitter mark, as Tony calls him with annoyance, but it beats his nights out.
When Tony goes out, he goes all out. It's loud crowded clubs, it's mansions with boozed up nepo babies, it's sketchy drug-hazed apartments. Bucky starts to understand the controversy about Stark Industries upcoming CEO while watching him do body shots off of random college girls in a dive bar, but all he can do is threaten to smash cameras and make sure Tony gets in his car at the end of the night.
SI has nothing to worry about in the grand scheme of things; Tony practically runs the thing already, considering how most of the tech updates have been his for the past decade (when Bucky was a dirt poor teen with no future but carrying a gun and being expendable, Tony was building the fighter jets that flew above his head. He hadn't even begun puberty yet). Tony's also the one who made Bucky's arm, not Howard, and he only finds out because he starts blabbing on about "missing the human trials, how's the fit, any cinching? Wow, my baby is smooth," a few weeks into their arrangement.
The worst part, though, is Bucky learns real quick that he wasn't special.
The young Stark's charm seems to be quite universal; women, men, college students, business associates, strangers too old for him, creeps too touchy with him. He gets them all with his pretty smile and long lashes.
Bucky doesn't say anything. Doesn't do anything. It's not his place, and besides, they both knew when they met it was a one night thing. He's most definitely not jealous at all.
Okay, he wants to slam every man who touches Tony's ass before even introducing themselves face into the bar counter, but that's neither here nor there.
Thankfully dark and broody is his default, so Tony never comments on the rage and possessiveness in the watchful man's eyes.
Bucky realizes he has a serious problem when Tony starts dating Ty Stone.
Their fathers are friends, Tony calms down with the partying, and everything seems to be going well for SI.
But Bucky's there; on the expensive dinner dates at a nearby table, leaning against a golf cart while they play, standing beside the exit at a charity gala. He hears how Ty talks down to Tony, the hands he can't seem to keep off even when Tony squirms a bit, or how Tony asks for permission to do the simplest things.
"Honey you're such a messy drunk, don't go embarrassing me again."
"It's just wine with the meal Tyâ"
"Did you not hear me? Get something else."
Tony resigns himself to sparkling water while Ty gets a perfect red to pair with his steak.
"You look like a whore, god, button that thing up. People are going to think you're for sale or something," Ty says as he steps into Tony's space and does the top buttons of his shirt.
"I can do it myself."
But Ty doesn't move back, instead taking the words as a challenge and tugging the now too-high collar till Tony chokes a bit.
Bucky steps away from the wall, ready to rip his hands off whenâ"Buck, don't."
Bucky just barely settles back at Tony's instructions, who's fidgeting with the uncomfortable collar.
"That's right doggy, sit."
Bucky can only glare at the arrogant man.
Bucky still gets Tony the most. He gets to see his light come back in the lab at night, eyes shining as he explains what he's doing to uneducated ears. He notices the way Tony perks up and smiles when Bucky comes over to chat during boring work events, making fun of how many times the team can say "efficiency" and "blue sky thinking" in a single meeting.
Bucky knows how many polite smiles Ty gets on their dates, and he knows how much real laughter he pulls out of Tony just on the drive home.
The bodyguard has come to peace with his role as the observer. Spending the rest of his life glued to Tony Stark's wall is worth the ache slowly eating him alive from the inside out.
Things change rapidly though. Bucky finally gets to dust off his knuckles to defend Tony's honour, but it doesn't feel good like he thought it would, nothing feels good when Tony's on the verge of tears.
Bucky had attended another date of the famed couple; a launch party where Ty had finally "let" Tony get tipsy on champagne. Bucky hadn't realized how much tolerance Tony had lost these past months limiting his alcohol, and it hit him hard and fast.
The pair were now giggling in the backseat as Bucky drove them home. Kissing, a little heavy petting. Nothing Bucky hasn't seen before, although it felt even more disturbing to witness with Ty.
"Mm, not here," he hears Tony mumble.
They continue kissing, thenâ"Ty I said not in the car. Bucky's right there," Bucky glances in the rearview mirror at his name. Ty has pulled Tony into his lap, a hand trying to sneak into his waistband.
"Half the media has seen you slutted out on poppers Tony, it's not like you have any modesty. Just wanna make you feel good baby," he says as his hand slides back down Tony's waistband.
Tony grabs at the hand awkwardly, fingers too weak in this state to pull it away.
Bucky doesn't even think about it. He jerks the steering wheel to the side with only the barest of glances that the road is clear, pulling into a ditch and slamming on the breaks.
The un-seatbelted pair in the back go flying, Tony landing on the floor with a yelp and Ty falling on top of him with an ugly awkwardness.
Bucky hops out of the driver's seat and yanks the back door open with his metal arm so hard it comes flying off. He tosses it somewhere behind him, reaching in and grabbing the scruff of Ty's suit jacket and dragging him out of the car.
"Get off me you fucking psycho! You could've killed us all, what is wrong with you!"
Bucky shoves him flat on his ass, hands scraping on the damp asphalt.
Bucky chases after him, and Ty has the intelligence to scramble backwards, fearful.
"Hey hey hey man, I'll sue you to all hell for this! Don't come near me, get back freak!"
Bucky's metal fist groans at the tightness as he gears up, but suddenly gentle hands are wrapped around his arm and Tony is stepping in front of him.
"Don't be stupid."
The pair make eye contact, a pleading in Tony's eyes that splashes water on Bucky's, a sizzling sound in his mind as he cools off.
"If you go to jail on a murder charge who's gonna watch The Fresh Prince with me, huh?"
He gives Bucky a soft smile, but Bucky only has those brimming tears in his vision.
Turning back to Ty the bodyguard speaks in a gruff voice, "get out of here before I decide to run you over."
Ty doesn't hesitate, clambering up and slipping around in his fancy leather shoes, running through the middle of the road as a car honks a near miss at him.
Tony drops Bucky's arm and speaks with resolution.
"Let's go."
Bucky watches the back of Tony's body walk defeated to the passenger seat.
Bucky gets in without a word. He starts the car, checks his mirrors and lights, and ignores the giant hole in the back of the vehicle. With a glance he turns to Tony and clicks the younger's seatbelt on for him before pulling back onto the road with an awkward rocking as the car struggles out of the ditch.
When they pull up to the Stark mansion neither of them get out, just sitting there in the dark with the metaphorical wall between them.
"My dad's probably gonna fire you for that. The Stones own nearly a quarter of our stock."
Bucky grunts, "I don't care. Anything to get his grubby hands off you."
He can feel Tony's stare burning the side of his face, but he doesn't meet it.
"If. If he fires you, can we still be friends?"
It's hope in his voice, but Bucky can't help but feel a tad disappointed. Friends.
"Of course. I'm always gonna be here to protect you doll, doesn't matter who's paying me or who's threatening me. I'll babysit your ass for free."
Tony smiles at that, "hug?" he asks with open arms.
He looks so sweet like this. Ruffled clothing, shy smile, earnest eyes. Bucky could never deny him, leaning over and hugging the other.
It's a bit awkward, but it suits them. They pull back slowly, hesitant to let go. Bucky meets those warm brown eyes, lashes clumping from the rainfalls of sadness earlier, and then suddenly he's being kissed.
It's hard, a starving thing. Bucky can't get a word in edgewise, everytime he moves away to speak Tony follows him, crawling over the cupholder right into Bucky's lap.
Bucky grabs his hips, strong and possessive. Decides to kiss back because oh god is it a million times better now that he knows what he looks like with a pillow imprint on his cheek, how he gets giggly from sleep deprivation, how he sings along to the Fresh Prince theme song, the resignation whenever his father speaks to him, the kindness to every waiter and the sass to the paparazzi when he steps into their flash, the way he shovels breakfast cereal into his mouth like a sport, the chatter in the middle of the night to his robots when he thinks Bucky is asleep on the couch.
It's Tony, it's really Tony, finally his.
Tony pulls back gasping for air because he kisses like a drowning man. He rests his forehead against Bucky's collarbone and the bodyguard kisses the top of his head before wrapping his arms around him. If he had a choice this is exactly how he'd do his job, with Tony trapped between his arms as often as possible.
"That's okay right?" muffles Tony from the mouth pressed to his shirt.
"Beautiful, I am so much more than okay right now."
Bucky can feel the way his lips upturn on his skin, so he grabs Tony's head between two large palms and pulls him away to see.
Tony's face is gloriously bathed in peace and warmth. Blinding toothiness, cheeks so plump they almost obscure the eyes that dart back and forth on Bucky's face as he listens to the man.
"I am so in love with you I was prepared to put up with that bag of dicks just to be able to watch you from the sidelines. To see you happy in that lab doing what you love."
"SI could burn down tomorrow for all I care, I don't need Ty, I don't need his money. Was always looking at you, god you look hot when you're jealous."
He kisses Bucky again, less hurried but just as passionate, wet and slow with probably too much tongue; Bucky is already so close to devouring the boy whole he doesn't care.
"S'not jealous," Bucky slurs between kisses.
Tony sends him a playful glare.
"Okay, maybe a little. He doesn't deserve you."
"Oh, and you do?" Tony only teases, but Bucky's heart twinges.
"No, but at least I can protect you."
Tony's eyes go soft and he cups Bucky's face, forcing him to meet his warm eyes.
"You're probably the only person in the world who would take a bullet for me, but would also listen to me rant about the coding bug I couldn't find for thirty minutes."
Bucky smirks at the memory.
"You were huffin and puffin like a toddler, it was adorable."
"Do you know how hard it is to find an extra period in 70 lines of code!"
Bucky gazes up at the worked up man with a look of pure adoration that turns Tony's ears red.
"No, but I know how to kiss someone who does."
"Oh. That's good, you should do that. You should do a lot actually," Tony breathes desperately.
Bucky kisses him while opening the car door, stepping out with Tony still koala-ed to his front. He only clings tighter, with more intention as his arms pull Bucky's neck closer.
"Mm, not tonight doll. You've had a rough night. In the morning though..." Bucky trails off with a possessive tightening of his hands on Tony's thighs.
Tony gasps, pressing closer.
"Yes. That's, that's a good plan. Take me to bed," Tony speaks with their lips still brushing.
"To cuddle."
Tony let's out a frustrated groan.
"Ugh, fine. And to make out too."
Bucky can't say no to him.
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Youâre Mine, Sunshine (masterlist) âĄ

⥠Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au)
⥠Series Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughterâs personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it wonât be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and youâre the complete opposite?
⥠Series Warnings: mentions of amputation, dark themes, violence, death/death threats, talk of parent death, fluff, angst, stalking, daddy issues, anxiety attacks/panic attacks, abuse, depression, depressive episodes, PTSD, dry humping, hints to smut, (warnings to be added as new chapters are released)
Trope ⢠Grumpy x Sunshine âď¸
(SERIES ONGOING)
Last Updated: 9/8/23
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+
⨠Chapter One
âł After Pierce interviews Bucky for the job, he warns him of you. Bucky is starting to rethink his decision, but when he meets you... you're not what he expected.
⨠Chapter Two
âł Bucky takes you home, and later finds you in the library. You both get to know each other a little better, but Bucky is hesitant.
⨠Chapter Three
âł Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, heâs hesitant to cross the line when you need him.
⨠Chapter Four
âł You donât know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky canât continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.
⨠Chapter Five
âł Getting to know each other better doesnât go according to plan. Bucky has to comfort you and fix the mess he made. Will you forgive him?
⨠Chapter Six
âł Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?
⨠Chapter Seven
âł Bucky finds you making a mess in the kitchen, attempting to bake and offers his help. The two of you get to talking and some reveals about each other begin to come out. Will he finally tell you about your stalker?
⨠Chapter Eight
âł After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.
⨠Chapter Nine
âł After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.
⨠Chapter Ten
âł Someone comes knocking at your door in the morning. Bucky answers and is surprised with who he finds. Are they going to help them or hurt them?
⨠Chapter Eleven
âł The tension can't be ignored anymore between you and Bucky. Steve shows up and he's not alone.
⨠Chapter Twelve
âł Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.
⨠Chapter Thirteen
âł Your dreams consist of random memories of your parents, but are they really random? Despite the past days of hellâyou still find it difficult to resist Bucky. You two spend a heated morning together, devouring each other while you still have these moments.
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stay for a fortnight
a/n: as promised, here is part three of the bodyguard!bucky story ŕ§ŕ
summary:Â âyes, ground rules,â you sighed, forcing your eyes to rest on anything but him, âitâs just you and me here for two whole weeks, so weâll need to come up with a plan.â
warnings:Â bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader, smut, readerâs mom is the british ambassador to france, age gap (10-15 years), tattooed!bucky (both a metal arm and tattoos as picked in a poll by you), beefy!bucky, forbidden romance, staying for two weeks at a chateau in the south of france, forced proximity, bucky is a shameless hoe and we love him for it, kissing, love confession, shower sex, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, belly bulge, gaping, handjob, fingering, impact play, squirting, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay
word count: 3870
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âIâm sorry, darling. I tried to get out of it, I really did, even for just one day, but I canât join you at the chateau this time.âÂ
âItâs alright, mom,â you exhaled, âI understand.â
Soothingly rubbing her palm down the length of your arm, she suggested, âwell, since it wonât be as crowded down there, why donât you stay a little longer? Maybe a proper break might cheer you up. Maybe one extra week?â
âActually, two weeks of alone time is just what I need right now,â a faint smile managed to emerge on your lips, âthank you.â
âGreat! You go and pack your things, Iâll let Barnes know to do the same,â she announced, and squashed the brief relief you felt just as soon as it had washed over you.Â
It felt like ages that Bucky made you sit and wait in the car while he went around the estate to do his initial sweep, making sure it was safe and secure before you got to enter.Â
The tenseness that still floated ethereally in the air between you didnât fade away when he finally came back to crack open the door for you to exit the vehicle.Â
âSo,â you exhaled once the two of you had crossed the threshold of the chateau, âmy room is the one upstairs and at the end of the hallway, yours is wherever the fuck you want, there are like a million bedrooms in this place.â
Your footsteps echoed against the elegantly tiled floors as you twisted to check that he even heard you. He had, seeing as his gaze was still ever glued upon you, though he didnât offer you a reply.Â
Shifting the large bag that hung from your shoulder, the luggage that you stubbornly hadnât let him carry, you paused just before your stride began to ascend the grand staircase in the middle of the foyer.
âAlso, I think we should come up with some ground rules.âÂ
Your bodyguardâs dark eyebrows then crinkled as he half scoffed, âground rules?â
âYes, ground rules,â you sighed, forcing your eyes to rest on anything but him, âitâs just you and me here for two whole weeks, so weâll need to come up with a plan.â
Exhaling slowly, he simply stated, âwhatever you say.â
Before you then began to drift up the wide steps, you cast a glance over your shoulder and said, âmeet me in the kitchen in ten.â
âAlright,â you breathed, leaning against the cold marble of the kitchen island as you stared down at the small list youâd scribbled down on a stray post-it you had found in the bottom of your bag, slightly crumbled and with a doodle on the other side, âfirst rule Iâd like to instate is an obvious one, but still needs to be set and stone in order for us to be here together. We canât sleep together.â
When you heard a low sigh seep from Buckyâs lips, your eyes snapped up to glare at him.Â
âHey! Take this fucking seriously, okay?â
âI am,â he assured you, though his tone indicated the complete opposite of his words.Â
âSo, rule number two is in prolonging of the first one, which is that we canât do anything thatâll make us want to sleep with each other,â you cast your glance back down to your messy handwriting, âtwo A, no swimming in the pool, two B, no nudity, two C, definitely no drinking, and two D, no staring at me,â your eyes flickered back up to catch his blue ones, âespecially not like that,â you swiftly gestured to the way he gazed at you.
âLike what?â he didnât change the manner he looked at you.Â
âLike youâve seen me naked!âÂ
Your shriek unfortunately only won you the glimpse of a smug smirk upon Buckyâs lips, one you swiftly tried to ignore.Â
âOkay,â you blinked in an effort to redirect your attention back to the task at hand and not the butterflies that now soared in your stomach and made you slightly dizzy, ârule number three is technically also under the subsection of number two, but we canât eat our meals together. No candle-lit dinners, not even a snack.â
Budding in, the man on the other side of the kitchen counter then said, âcan I say something?â
With a soft sigh, you mustered the courage to look up at him, âshoot.â
âDo you wanna decide what I wear as well while you're at it? Maybe also when Iâm allowed to breathe?â
His jest didnât as much as conjure a twitch at the corners of your lips as your gaze simply narrowed in his direction, âare you mocking me?â
Boldly leaning his forearms down against the tabletop, he stared back at you, âso what if I am?â though when you assumed he was kidding and you let out a groan, you heard him go on, âall Iâm saying is that maybe we donât set a list of hard rules just to avoid each other. We seem to do just fine when we toss them all out the window.â
âI'm sorry, wait, what?â you blinked.Â
âWeâve got two weeks here, so why donât we make them count?â he shrugged.Â
Mouth agape, you dumbfoundedly stared back at him, âyouâre kidding, right?â
âDo I look like Iâm kidding?â calmly, his head tilted slightly as he held your stunned gaze, âjust think about it.â
The sun only barely managed to set before you felt yourself crack and give in to your bodyguardâs offer.Â
Storming into his room, his dark brows only got the chance to rise slightly in astonishment before you nearly tackled him to the ground, throwing your arms around his bulky frame and crashing your lips against his before any of you could say even a single word.Â
You didnât try to hide the raw emotions that came pouring out, causing your efforts to be rough and desperate, though it didnât take long before Buckyâs touch mirrored the feral nature of your own, leaving you dizzy as you eventually withdrew from the starved kiss, clutching onto his shirt for support as you breathlessly ordered.Â
âTake off your clothes.â
Keeping your eyes closed, you tilted your head back to let the drizzle of water rinse out the shampoo from your locks.Â
The door to the bathroom was wide open, so when you twisted your form to face the showerhead, you didnât notice as your faithful protector stopped in his slow tracks right on the other side of the threshold. His eyes trailed down your glistening spine till the sight of you caused him to crumble completely and take advantage of the gift that had just fallen into his lap. Â
A low purr vibrated within your chest as the warm water rained down upon you, though suddenly, it wasnât just the hot shower embracing your form, as a pair of burly arms snaked their way around you. Leaning back into his bulky frame, you caught sight of a crumbled bundle of his clothes tossed on the other side of the fogged-up shower door. A blissful hum crackled within you like a roiling fire as you felt his lips begin to plant soft pecks along the line of your shoulders.Â
Though as his touch began to bloom and wander boldly down your frame, a gentle hiss tore through your lazy smile as his fingers came into contact and brushed over your core.Â
Nipping at your neck, he murmured, âoh, do you want me to stop?â not removing his metal hand, though halted the pattern he had begun to draw over your petals.Â
He already knew full well just how sore and swollen you still were. It would have been impossible not to be after the vigorous activities youâd kept the past week busy with. Â
Digging your digits into his forearms to keep you in his embrace, you shot back hazily over your shoulder, âdonât you dare,â before a whimper rippled out of you as Bucky once again rolled your puffy pearl beneath his steely touch.Â
âHow is it that weâve already done this for a whole week, yet it only feels like a day?â his voice tickled the shell of your ear as you leaned more of your weight back into him.Â
âReally? Because I donât believe youâd be able to fuck me in a day as many times as you have this past week,â you jested through a whimper, âeven for a guy with your stamina.âÂ
âItâs a good thing itâs just the two of us here⌠imagine if we hadnât been alone, if it hadnât been me walking by and seeing you seduce me like the wicked temptress that you are?â
âI wasnât trying to do anything of the sort,â you chuckled airily.Â
âReally?â he teased just as his touch did, âleaving the door open, that wasnât on purpose?âÂ
âNo, I swear,â you then tilted your head and admitted, âat least not this timeâŚâ
âYou mean the time back a month ago when didnât close the door while taking a bath,â he murmured casually, âthen called out to me, asking if I could fetch you a towel, and I had to pretend not to hear you?â
Spinning around at once, your eyebrows were nearly at your hairline as you blinked, âyou knew?âÂ
âBaby, you never had to play that hard just to torture me,â he smiled down at you, âthat move was downright cruel,â before he reached for the knob and switched off the water.
A squeal bubbled out of you as Bucky then suddenly plucked you up into his arms, wasting no time before he stepped out of the shower, only pausing for a beat in the comparatively more spacious area, though only in order to manhandle you further and toss you over his shoulder before his feet began to shift once more, leaving wet prints in their wake on the cool tile as he strode towards the exit.Â
Strung over his shoulder as if you were a wet piece of laundry and he was the line, you giggled, âwait!â and just managed to catch one of the fluffy towels hanging on the hook he passed. Blinking down at the floor as he crossed the threshold, you watched as droplets of water dribbled down from you both and left a trail on the herringbone flooring, âyouâre dripping, youâre gonna get the whole house wet!â
Landing his wide palm in a wet smack across your ass, he chuckled, âI thought that was my line, sweetheart,â teasing about the manner your pussy drooled for him, already leaking down your thighs at this point.Â
Soon, the long hallway disappeared from your periphery as Bucky entered the nearest of the many bedrooms, though you barely had time to register your new surroundings before the world fell out from under you and he plopped you down on the bed in the middle of the room.Â
Standing his ground and looming above the giggle that was your horizontal form, he stole the towel from your grasp before dragging the terrycloth across your skin. As he dried off the droplets of water that clung to your body, a handful of pecks adorned your flesh as well, often shadowing the cloth.Â
Gazing up at him with smile-crinkled eyes, you stretched your feet up in the air, against his torso, and rested them against his wide shoulders as he briefly paused to dry himself off as well. But as he returned to sweep the towel across the last remaining spot upon your body that still glistened from the shower, the peck he pressed to the valley between your boobs was swiftly halted as your grasp found his jaw and you guided his face up towards your own.Â
As you brought his lips to your own, you swiftly felt the mattress dent and ripple as he crawled up to hover above you.Â
âAhh, fuckâŚâ he then groaned against your lips as your hand snaked down between your bodies and began to stroke his throbbing girth.Â
Tossing the towel to the side, a gasp soon tumbled out past your lips as Buckyâs palms found your tits in a gentle squeeze. Your pebbly nipples stood up to the challenge as he swept a knuckle teasingly across one of them before capturing it in a pinch and tugging slightly to summon a sinful sound deep within your body.Â
As your fist slowly twisted up and down his hard length, his close proximity caused your own knuckles to brush across your clit at every heated pass. Almost unconsciously, you tilted your hips slightly and nudged the bulbous tip of him through your glistening petals, the pleasure of which caused your eyes to roll in your skull.Â
But just before he could take the initiative and catch your fleeting invitation to let him inside, you caught him off guard and suddenly rolled him onto his back with your frame plastered atop of him.Â
Propping yourself up slightly, you grasped his fat girth before slowly sinking down upon it, âo-oh my god,â couldnât help but breathlessly tumble out of your lungs as a flat palm came down to brace on his broad chest and your thighs gently quivered at the sudden stretch of him. It was a few times that you had to pause on your slow journey down just in order to catch your breath, as his intimidating size caused you to question yet again how youâd ever been able to take it before.Â
âAtta girl,â his grip dug into your hips when you slowly began to move, âjust like thatâŚâ though you still couldnât persuade your pelvis to sink all the way down to meet his own.Â
As you found a gentle roll, one of Buckyâs palms scooped up past your waist and caught one of your tits. Your back arched slightly as he played with your boobs, his hand travelling back and forth as you rode him, though a shuttering moan rippled through your body as he landed a gentle tap down upon one of them, a shiver swiftly trickling down your spine at the spark.
But just as you thought the bodyguard beneath you was blissfully enjoying the show and letting you do all the work yourself, his hips then abruptly offered you a greedy buck. Â
âBucky!â you nearly screamed as he buried the last few inches that you had so fiercely struggled to conquer on your own, âthatâsâ, Iâ, holy fuck!âÂ
You hadnât been able to take all of him on your own, so he just gave you the little nudge that you needed, even if that nudge thoroughly punched all of the oxygen out of your lungs, he still made you take every staggering inch.
âCome on, donât stop now,â a chuckle escaped him at your reaction before his palm came down upon your ass to get you back to work, âmake yourself cum on this cock.âÂ
Shakily, you tried to pick up your rhythm once more, dropping your hips to meet his, though he couldnât remain still for long before he began to fuck up into your warmth. Heavy taps echoed throughout the room as his balls slapped against your slick skin at his efforts. As he met your movements halfway and drove his cock much deeper than you could muster on your own, your left hand drifted down to strum your buzzing clit.Â
Already dangerously close to the edge, your hazy gaze flickered down to watch not only how your pussy magically swallowed his big dick, but your eyes also caught sight of the dull bulge that appeared in your lower abdomen, making your brain feel even more fuzzy than before. As your glance flickered back to try and catch his, you found his own stare to still be fiercely locked on the same spot where yours had just strayed from, watching intently at just how deep he went, nearly rearranging your guts just to mould you perfectly to fit his shape.Â
When you finally reached your peak, your cunt nearly choked his cock as your silky walls clambered down on him, a small accompaniment of sinful gush squirted around him and drizzled to soak the sheets below.Â
While you were still foggy with your eyes barely open, Bucky rolled you both over, his dick still throbbing deep within you. Welcoming the softness of the bed beneath you with a gentle sigh, he then captured your lips in a kiss and swallowed the whimpers that promptly bubbled up as he began to fuck you once more, offering you long, deep strokes that sank you so far into the mattress that you began to wonder if you might rock through it completely. Â
âO-oh, so fucking d-deep,â you blubbered. A rhythmic cry forced its way out of your lungs each and every time the tip of him kissed your cervix, nearly bullying the deepest parts of you in a manner that made you feel like the wobbliest of jellies.Â
âYou scared Iâm gonna break you, baby?â his soft lips ghosted against your cheekbone.Â
âIâ, maybe,â you admitted, blinking up at the way his frame eclipsed your vision, âbut it feels so good, I donât care if you do,â though your confession ended up not only exclusively being about the purely physical entanglement you currently found yourselves in.Â
A deep growl rumbled in his chest as his hands scooped down beneath your bottom, before he let himself manhandle you, repeatedly dragging your hips up to grant him a better angle for him to fuck into. A bit of drool trickled out the corner of your mouth and found the pillow below your head when his cock soon throbbed within you, pumping you full of his hot load.Â
When he pulled back out of your warmth, your pussy didnât get to stay empty for long as his cool metal fingers swiftly took his dickâs place. Plugging you full, his frame shifted slightly to grant him a good view of the leaky mess heâd made of you. As he pushed his cum deeper inside of you, scooping it back in as his fingers forced it out, he increasingly added more and more digits till the amount matched the girth that had just split you apart, before he withdrew them all at once and grinned proudly at the way he made your hole gape slightly for him, before winking back to a closed as if heâd never even tickled you before.Â
It didnât take long with all of his molten motions before your pussy wept for him once more, a display he only drew out as his fingers stayed hooked inside of you while his other palm came down to offer your puffy pearl a few taps.Â
A hazy giggle was bubbling out of your shaky frame as his attentive touch finally faded and his kisses fluttered back up your body till your arms wrapped around him and drew him in close.Â
As you layed there in the plush bed and stared up at the ceiling, you didnât know yet that the man sprawled out beside you was awake as well.Â
You just couldnât find rest no matter how hard you tried, for how could you as tonight was your last night in the chateau.Â
Carefully, you slipped out from under the covers, grabbed your long robe from the armchair it was draped over, and tip-toed towards the wide French doors that lead out onto a balcony. Pushing the doors open, a mild gust of wind rustled the robe as you fastened the tie around your waist and crossed over the threshold.Â
Though you knew that you didnât have any other choice, the thought of returning home in the morning still broke your heart. The last thing you wanted to do was burst that dreamlike bubble that you and your bodyguard had built together and go back to a world completely desaturated of colour.Â
Not only had you made the grave mistake of repeating history, but putting it under such an intense microscope didnât help matters either, as well as your feelings, those having become terrifyingly clear over the past two weeks.Â
âHey,â you suddenly heard the doors behind you creak and you tore your hazy gaze away from the dark gardens below to spot Bucky gently leaning against the doorframe.Â
âHi,â you breathed, keeping a flat palm on the ivy-covered stone railing as you twisted your frame slightly to glance at him, âIâm sorry, did I wake you?â
âNo, I was already awake,â he shrugged slightly before joining you outside in the pale moonlight, âyou okay?â
âYeahâŚâ you sighed, casting your gaze back upon the woods blooming in the distance.Â
ââŚwell, that didnât sound very convincing,â he chuckled gently as he settled in beside you, leaning both his forearms against the half-wall, âdo you wanna talk about it?â
Sucking in a breath, your eyes flickered over to catch his own, âI justââŚâ you hesitantly began before admitting, âI donât wanna go back to ParisâŚâÂ
âWhy not?â though a crinkle found his brow, his expression still softened, âis there something going on with you and your mother?â
âNo, itâs nothing like that,â you shook your head, âI just donât wanna go home yetâŚâ staring at him a moment longer, you then heard yourself confess, ââŚIâ⌠I donât want this to end yetâŚâ
Watching closely as his lungs expanded with oxygen, for the first time you witnessed the gruff man look utterly and completely stunned, simply staring down at you with bated breath.Â
Parting your lips once more, you nearly whispered, ââŚI donât wanna go back to pretending that Iâm not in love with youâŚâÂ
Bucky didnât say a word, only continued to stare as he tried to comprehend the truth youâd just professed.
âI love you,â you gathered up the nerve to spit out, âI love you now⌠I loved you this morning⌠I loved you after youâd probably only worked at the embassy for a few weeksâŚâ your vision became blurred as tears began to form in your eyes and you continued to babble, âand I donât think those feelings are planning on changing anytime soon, so it only seemed fair for you to be aware of that for when I ask you in two seconds if you wanna keep this thing between us going, because I do, though probably for different reasons than youâ, not that I donât enjoy that part, you are an incredible lay, I just didnât think it would be fair for you to be unaware of the feelings I've developed for you, because I donât know how to ignore them anymore, andâ, oh my god, please just say something, I feel like I arrived naked at school or somethingââ
But before you could ramble any further, Bucky seized your face and fiercely pressed his lips to your own. A shiver ran down your spine and nearly caused your knees to buckle as he kissed you, and when he withdrew, slowly pulling back, he found your stary gaze and uttered, ââŚI donât think thatâs gonna be a problem,â he then sucked in a breath before confessing, âbecause Iâ⌠Y/n, I love you tooâŚâÂ

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A thot. A smutty, slutty, scandalous thot. With Bodyguard Bucky. Possessiveness, size kink, breeding kink, all of it. Now, imagine being the sweet, quiet, beautiful wife of the esteemed John Walker, CEO of Walker Industries. You sit at his table, clapping with the proudest smile on your face as he accepts an award for another successful year. Your husband dedicates all his success to the beautiful woman who has supported him through all the ups and downs, who has been by his side through it all.
You.
You blow a shy kiss in his direction when the cameras pan over to you, giggling at the wink he throws back. The press will have a field day about the most envied couple in the world, so perfect and so in love. As the night nears its end, your husband gives your hand a squeeze from where he sits beside you, leaning over to whisper in your ear.
"Going to have to stop by office darling, one our major investors just called" He kisses your cheek affectionately with an apologetic look on his face but the understanding smile you give him back lets him know you're not the least bit upset.
"Of course, I'll miss you" You reply and take a sip from your champagne, appearing oblivious to the glances that are thrown your way by the others as your husband leaves without you, his secretary following closely behind him.
All the hushed whispers.
Poor woman has no idea.
All the secrets.
Just a pretty thing on his arm, probably doesn't have a clue.
Doesn't have a clue her husband has been carrying on with his secretary late into the nights and all through out his business trips.
Such a shame she's none the wiser. Has no one thought to tell her? Pity she's genuinely so in love with him.
Truly such a shame, wasn't it?
Such a shame your husband had no idea your bodyguard fucked your brains out till he busted balls deep in side you every chance he got.
Bucky doesn't say a word as he leads you out of the venue, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, helping you into the car. As soon as he slipped in beside you, you rolled up the dark partition before slinking onto his lap and slamming your lips against his. Bucky groaned against your lips, his hands finding their way home to grope and spank your ass, guiding your hips to grind down on his erection straining against his black pants.
"Need me to take care of you, huh princess" He murmured against the shell of your ear before going back to lacing his tongue with yours causing a shiver to run down your spine, nipping his pouty lip and grasping onto the lapels of his blazer.
No time was wasted as you straightened yourself out upon entering your home, quickly dismissing the staff to leave for the night, giving you free reign to do as you pleased.
As soon as the house was empty, he tossed you over his shoulder, striding up the stairs and straight to the master bedroom. He dropped you onto your large bed, tearing your dress in half down the middle, letting the material fall away at your feet.
"Fuck this" He grabbed your left hand, tugging off the wedding band you wore for appearances and tossing it carelessly across the room. He took off the silver tog tags that hung around his neck, slipping them over your head and letting his name sit perfectly between your breasts, the sight making him feral.
"Didn't even bother with panties" Bucky licked his lips at the sight of your bare naked body, not even a tiny sliver of lace covering your modesty. "You knew, didn't you"
"Always" You purred, knowing damn well your husband would fuck off to bang his desperate little secretary, unknowingly also giving you the night of your life you so badly craved. You crawled to the middle of the bed, your legs spread while Bucky tossed his blazer and shirt off, his pants and brief's quick to follow.
"Lookit you baby, so naughty, fuckin' your bodyguard in the same bed your husband sleeps in"
You let out a needy whimper while he stayed at the edge of the bed enjoying the view, his hand coming down to wrap around his cock giving himself long, languid strokes.
"James, please" you pleaded with a pout but Bucky just smirked in return, hissing as he swiped his thumb over the wet slit of his cockhead.
"I know prinĹŁesÄ, I know, let me look at how pretty you are" He cooed, joining you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders while he let his cock slip between your folds, rolling his hips to hump against your bare cunt. "You're soaked angel, been waiting for this, hm?"
"Wanted you so bad, need you James" Your hips bucked up, chasing the feeling of his fat cock rubbing against you, his swollen cockhead bumping your clit every time he pushed forward. "No teasing, please, missed your cock so bad"
"Shhh, you have me baby, m'right here, yeah?" Bucky kissed away the tears that started to slip down your cheeks, your arousal smearing all over his balls. He guided his dripping cockhead to press against your clit making you cry out, circling his most sensitive parts against yours, "M'right here, feel that angel? Y'feel how wet m'getting for you baby, right on that pretty clit, such a good girl letting me jus' leak all over her slutty little pussy, fuck theres so much precum 'nd m'not even inside you yet"
You'd never felt more empty, clawing at Bucky's back, your pussy fluttering and clenching over the way his silky tip kept tracing circles around your throbbing, sensitive bud. He flicked his cockhead across your clit a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.
"S'fuckin' tight, sh-shit" Bucky moaned as he started to press into you, sliding all the way home in one swift motion. He stayed still, holding your body close to his while your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, begging for him to do something.
"Move Jamie, please, c'mon, fuck me damn it, I need you, I need- FUCCKK" Your words slurred into sobs as Bucky started to fuck you hard and fast, already too needy with having to get a night alone with you.
"Needed me huh angel? fuckin' needed you too, s'all I think about pretty girl, just me n' you, how-oh fuck- how are you so tight around my cock" Bucky rambled, bringing his knee up to get a deeper angle, his hands coming to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress.
"Missed-fuck-missed you Jamie" You whimpered, your pussy squeezing and sucking his cock back in,
"My baby loves her fat cock, I know, know you're so empty when I can't fill you up sweet girl, you love your bodyguard's big dick don't you" The taunt in his voice only got you off more, your eyes rolling back as he continued to rail you. "You're pussy's choking me so tight, don't think I can hold back tonight princess, don't think I'll be able to pull out"
"Don't" you whispered and something in the air switched, the highly charged sexual tension replaced with something more desperate and needy as you clung onto each other reading closer and closer to your highs.
"Mmph, y'can't say that, gonna wet your bed with my cum prinĹŁesÄ, you'd like that wouldn't you, my cum covering all your sheets, your pillows smelling like me, letting me fill you up till your belly gets all swollen"
Bucky's voice melted into a whine, his dominance faltering into something needier, quickly shoving the thought away because he knew there was no chance. It would never happen. You'd never be so careless for such an accident to happen.
"Want it Jamie, want it all with you, please, don't-fuck, oh God-don't pull out" Your glassy eyes wet with tears showed no signs of deception but it couldn't be. He searched your gaze and you could see the innocence in his face wishing this were real, the way his body moved with yours, wishing it was just you and him. "St-stopped taking birth control"
Bucky sobbed at your confession, fucking you harder, making the headboard slam against the wall with his powerful thrusts. His hips snapped , shoving his cock all the way into your pussy, his balls growing heavier at the thought of leaving a piece of him inside of your fertile womb.
"you're fuckin' mine, you hear me? Mine. Mine. Mine. Say it!" Bucky grunted, biting your neck making you scream, your back arching off the bed, pressing your chest further against his.
"M'yours, all yours, just' yours" You slurred out, eyes rolling back and your moans turning nearly silent as immense pleasure crept down your spine.
"Gonna put my baby in you, make you mine forever, fuck your husband, your gonna be the mother of my child, just you prinĹŁesÄ, all you, ALL YOU" Bucky roared against your neck as he shot ropes of his cum deep in your pussy, giving you harsh, sloppy thrusts as he grew more sensitive. He wrapped his arms around your body with his face tucked into your neck, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hands caressing his back, running your fingers through his soft cropped locks.
You hardly noticed him carrying you over to his room down the hall, tucking you into the warm sheets, resting your head on his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"I love you" You murmured, smiling at the empty space on your ring finger and feeling the comforting coolness of his chain around your neck.
One day.
"I love you more, prinĹŁesÄ" Bucky murmured, meaning every word as you both drifted off to sleep.
You couldn't wait to leave your husband.
a/n: This was meant to be way sluttier and less in the feels so might need to revisit this with a different version
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Brats donât get what they want.
18+ MINORS DNI



(I do not own any photos, credits to original owners)
Iâve been thinking about mob bossâ daughter Reader who is an absolute brat, sheâs spoiled rotten and has the attitude to prove itâ but, is there a reason why?
Pairing: Bodyguard Bucky x Reader (Princess)
Warnings: Brat Taming, Spanking, Hair pulling, Light Bondage, Degradation, Dacryphilia, Oral (M! Receiving), Face Fucking, Facial, Exhibitionism (?)
Word Count: 1.2k
Any bodyguard her father assigns to her crawls back to him begging to be put on any other job. She was hellish, brutal, arrogant and selfish, and theyâd do anything to be far away from her shit storm of an attitude; hell, theyâd even take shovelling shit over taking care of his âprecious little angelâ.Â
After going through most of her father's men, Bucky is assigned to Princess. She smiles wickedly at him. Heâs not as big as the last guy and certainly looks easy to knock down a peg or two.Â
Her mind is quickly changed when, after going out to a party and not telling him, she ends up bent over his lap, dress bundled up at her hips, panties on display and her hands tied up all pretty with his tie. His middle finger runs over the gusset, from her sensitive little nub to her slick entrance.Â
âMy daddy will flip when he finds out âbout thisâ She warns with teeth bared, but she pushes back against the wandering digit anyway, her aching body betraying the fire in her eyes and the words falling from her lips.
He only chuckles, left hand gripping her jaw making her look up at him âYour daddy isnât gonna know Princessâ He smirks before gripping at her hair and pushing her face back down to meet the mattress.
Whatever protest is about to slip from her mouth dies on her tongue when his huge hand spanks her ass hard, the flesh rippling, her body jerking forward in surprise.
She squeals, knees slipping on the sheets when he smacks the spot again, this time gripping at the flesh.Â
âYouâre gonna count the rest of them for me; arenât you princess?â He whispered, left arm wrapping around her midsection and massaging the flesh on her hip, teeth poking out under his lips as they curled into a smile at the frantic nods of her head.
Each smack across her ass is unforgiving, as if the resentment from each bodyguard she ever wronged powered the swing of his hand down along the flesh of her cheek.
âTenâ She wails, body rocking forward.
Her ass is raw, painful welts forming along the skin. She sniffles, shaky hands wiping away the tears falling from her eyes, and it almost makes him feel guilty.
Almost.Â
âGod, youâre fucking soaked, you like being knocked down a peg Princess?â His hand taps on her clothed heat, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine as the tips of his fingers reach her hard little clit.Â
She doesnât respond, too busy in her own headspace. He tuts, fingers carding through her hair and pulling her up until sheâs leaning back on her haunches.Â
âNew rule sweetheart; when I ask you a question, you respond, that clear?â He tugs on the hair in his hand, smirking at her painful whine.Â
âYes!! I like being put in my place...please!â So much for that bratty princess act. In reality, she just wanted a man to treat her like a slut.Â
âMmm good girlâ Bucky growled, free hand unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly.
âYouâre gonna suck me real good, then Iâll think about getting you off, alright?â His left hand pushes her cheeks together, puckering her lips and shaking her face.Â
She nods, trying to murmur âyesâ despite the fingers digging into her soft face, but he gets the message. With a soft pat to her cheek, both of his hands moved away from her, hooking around his slacks and briefs and pushing them to the floor.Â
He pushes his shirt up, allowing his length to slap against his stomach; her audible gasp reverberates on the pale walls. He was thick; she couldnât fit all that in her mouth.
Bucky would make her try.Â
He grips the base, holding it for her as she leans down, licking softly over his precum-smeared tip. Bucky shudders out a moan at the feeling. Her teasing mouth had his core tightening in restraint; he didnât want to push her just yet, but the soft sucks on his head had his resolve wearing thin.Â
âYou gonna keep teasing me, sweetheart?â Bucky groans, head lulling back as her cheeks hollow out. When her tied hands slinked down to his sack, rolling a thumb along his balls, he broke, his hips jerking up and sinking half his length into her slack mouth.
âShit! Thatâs a good girl, hah your sweet fucking mouth - youâve done this before havenât you fucking slutâŚyou ever had that fucking throat fucked?â he asked, metal fingers gripping her hair again and pulling her off his length when she didnât reply.Â
âYou forgot our rule already?â He snarls, emphasising his words with a spank on her raw ass cheek. She bounced up, a painful whimper falling from her slack mouth when he hit her again.
âTwo spanks every time you forget to answer me, the next time you count themâ he smiles when she replies with a bubbling âyesâ before he bundles her soft locks into a makeshift ponytail and gags her with his length.
Bucky thrust up to meet her awaiting mouth, which she eagerly accepted, not that she could do much else with the way he was all over her. He moaned unabashedly, jerking his length into her mouth until her nose hit his crotch, his head tickling her throat â he stayed there, biting back almost animalistic noises as her throat fluttered around him. He was close, head fuzzy, stomach bubbling and balls twitching.Â
She moaned breathlessly. Only when darkness spotted at the corners of her eyes did he let off, allowing her to pull back and slip his fat cock from her mouth. She coughed and sputtered, gasping for air, fingers gripping the sheets of the bed.Â
âAww angelâ his hand smoothed over her head âYouâre doing a good job, such a good jobâŚbe a good little slut and help me finishâ.Â
His tip rubbed along her parted lips as he jerked himself, his head rolling back again and his jaw dropping as he fucked his fist.
âHah oh fuck!â He sighed, hand rubbing faster as the muscles in his thighs rippled, clenching and unclenching at the shocks of his impending orgasm. He grasped her hair again, uncaring of just how tight of a grip he had on her, and angled her face just right.
âYou ready? You want my fucking cum, Princess? Yeah, you doâŚmmmâŚfucking sluts like youâŚalways ready for cumâ He rambled, hips arching off the bed as his first wave of cum shot straight up over her nose, dribbling down to her open lips, the rest following the same pattern and decorating her tear-soaked face.Â
His hand jerked until he was sure nothing was left. âOhh princess look at youâ he laughed heartily at how pathetic she looked; her entire body shaking with want, her chest heaving and her face covered in hot strings of his spunk, he was sure if he dipped a hand between her legs her panties wouldâve been soaked through.
He groaned, leaning behind himself to grasp at his phone. When a bratty little slut like her looked like this; all pathetic, trembling and face soaked - he had to get a photo. The soft shutter noise brought Princess back to reality.
âWha- no you can't!â she began to plead but he shut her up with a soft kiss, his lips smearing more of his thick cooling semen over her mouth.Â
âRelax, it's just for meâŚnowâ His fingers expertly undo the knot holding her wrists together, soothing over the hot flesh before pushing her slightly.Â
âGet out of hereâÂ
She stumbles, like a deer learning to walk for the first time, eyes wide and mouth agape as she watches Bucky tuck himself back into his briefs.Â
âBut you said-â
âI know what I said but I don't think you deserve it, now go get cleaned up⌠and don't you dare fucking think about touching yourselfâ Bucky's strong voice silenced her protests.Â
Princess sniffed as she shuffled out of Buckyâs room; she was so needy it was almost painful. She thought for sure he'd help her, sheâd done what he asked.
But Buckyâs sweet little slutty princess would learn that Bucky was not a man she could mess with. He didn't tire quite like the others and he would not stand for her shit.Â
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I would 100% be down for writing more about Princess and Bucky, thereâs definitely more to be learned and Bucky is willing to teach. Lemme know what you think :)
I hope you enjoyed x
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I Hate It When You're Drunk - bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x princess!Reader
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Summary: A forbidden love between a princess and her bodyguard. They love each other deeply, but their relationship is threatened by the tyrant king's oppressive rule and their differing social statuses.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
to be continued
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