#bucky barnes x woc

[pariskylar]

TWO AND A HALF

disclaimer: this is to makeup for part 2, so kinda like the second half to part two. it's kinda short, i hope u enjoy it 🫰🏿.

the next morning, Tiara was woken up by the sound of people talking.

"i gotta go." a feminine voice giggled.

"mmmbut i don't want you to."

she moaned turning on her side rubbing her feet together. she slowly peaked one eye opened seeing Barnes and Leah back at the lovey dovey crap, all giggly and kissing. groaning she rolled her eyes flipping on to her stomach, burrowing her head in the pillow of the couch.

"sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Leah said apologetically.

she blindly shot them a thumb ups.

"baby, i really have to go." Leah said once more, ending with the sound of a kiss.

"want me to walk you down?" Barnes offered.

"no, i got it." her voice sounded more distant "love you." the sound of footsteps running away

when everything was quite, she began drifting back to sleep. she was mere seconds from passing out when she was jolted awake once again by the ringing of his phone. she sighed in annoyance stuffing her head back under the pillows.

"hey, baby." he said into the phone.

Leah's voice came from the speaker. "hey, i just got down to the car."

she tried buried her head deeper into the pillows to no avail. she briefly contemplated stick it between the couch cushions, but went against it.

"ok, drive safe. you’re carrying precious cargo." Barnes said as that was the most clever thing on the planet.

corny. she thought to herself rolling her eyes

“ok.” Leah giggled “i love you.” she said with, what sounded like, a wide smile.

"love you." he finally hanging up the phone.

"mm, but we just meet." Renee said after a yawn.

Tiara pulled her head from under the pillow and looked over at her friend. she was laid on the floor with wide smile, in a crop top and panties.

"Renee." she called to her with a warning tone.

Renee gasped and quickly covered back up with her blanket looking over to her with a barely noticeable smirk. “what?”

she shook her head looking over at him. he wore a mixture of emotions. he looked intrigued, appalled and titillated. she furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head.

"i'm letting you know again, he has a girlfriend. if anything go down between y'all, that's between y'all and Leah." she stood from the couch, heading to her room.

"um, nothing's gonna happened between us." Barnes followed close behind her to her room.

"none of my business. both y'all know you dating somebody. if Leah come and beat both y'all heads in, that ain't got nothing to do with me." she walked in her room closing the door behind her, but he caught it before it shut.

"i swear, i'm not interested." he took a few steps in.

"ok." she shrugged going in the bathroom closing the door.

after relieving herself she washed her hands and did her morning routine.

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stepping out of her bathroom, she saw her guest had migrated to her room.

"i'm glad i'm cover up." she made her way to her closet, to properly dry off.

"one day you're going to find somebody who doesn't give a fuck, and they're going to run your ass over." Kayla's voice rang out from the room pulling a chuckle from Tiara.

she began ear hustling as she rummaged her clothes, looking for something to wear.

"if they're into me it's not my fault." Renee retorted

"if you put it on a platter and serve it to them, it is!" Kayla shot back with frustration evident in her tone.

"i didn't make the commitment they did.” Tiara rolled her eyes as she pulled on a pair of joggers. she loved Renee like a sister, but their this is the one topic that always split them. to Tiara, the idea that it was okay to hook up with someone in a relationship because you weren't committed was bogus. it was just a cop-out for being labeled a home wrecker.

"fair." Bri chimed in.

"you saying that now, but when you walk in on her fucking your man, you gonna be singing a different tune," Kayla warned.

she finished getting dressed, pulling one of her old Syracuse shirts.

"i would never do that to my girl," Renee said confidently .

she grabbed a pair of slippers, exiting the closet. she stepped out of the closet to see all three of them sitting on her bed. Renee had Bri in a side hug while Kayla sat with a distasteful look on her face.

"i’m finna make breakfast" she announced tossing her shoes onto the floor and stepping into them. "put on some pants." she pointed at Renee before leaving the room.

in the kitchen, Tiara connected her phone to the speakers and played her morning playlist on shuffle. she looked in the fridge to see what she could whip up. she grabbed the left over chicken tenders and put them on the counter. she preheated the oven before going to grab some pancake mix.

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baby we can go North, South, East, West Coast

she took the last waffle off the iron before going to take the tenders out the oven. she plated the food and poured up glasses of orange juice.

she paused the music and walked to the front go the hall calling out to everyone, “breakfaaassssttt!”

returning to the kitchen, she went and grabbed some syrup from the pantry setting it on the counter.

"yeah, baby, imma call you back. Tiara just made us breakfast." Kayla was the first one in the kitchen on FaceTime.

"lemme see my girl." Eric said from the phone.

Kayla went over to T propping the phone up against the syrup bottle.

"AYYYY, TI-ARI-ANAAAA" he yelled at the screen.

"hey, Eric." she smiled waving at the camera.

they met in college. they both majored in Sports Science and had most of the same classes and seemed to always bump into each other. one day they both happened to be in the library at the same time and he random came up to her asking if she was stalking him.

she tossed the allegations back on him. they argued for five minutes straight about who was stalking who and eventually they were both asked to leave. that didn't stop the arguing. they went back and forward until he crack a stupid that made her laugh.

that broke the wall leading them to become study partners and eventually friends. they grew closer and closer and they became inseparable.

she introduced him to her family and friends. he just so happened to hit it off with Kayla. he went from being stuck to Tiara side to being attached to Kayla's. she was a bit jealous at first, she thought her aunt was trying to steal her best friend from her; but when she found out her aunt was trying to make him her uncle, she got over it.

"ever since you became a lil super hero you forgot about me." he tossed a fake pout at the screen.

"i saw you last week."

"when you came to pick up Kayla. we don't kick it no more."

"you don't hit me up no more." she reverse the blame on to him.

"because i never know if you here or in Vatican City" he exaggerated like the drama queen he is.

"all you gotta do is check twitter and if you don't see the Go Go Power Rangers trending; she probably free." Bri went over planting on her cheek.

she bumped her with her shoulder.

"hey, Ricky." Bri waved to the camera.

"i'm not talking to you." he flipped the camera off.

"you still mad over that little bitty shit?" she scoffed at him grabbing a plate.

"what happened?" T asked, wanting to be messy.

"i molly whooped his ass in Mario Kart, now he mad." Bri took a bite of a chicken tender.

"because you fucking cheated." he thumped the camera.

"no you just fucking suck."

"whatever, get the fuck off my phone." he rolled his eyes at her "bye, T.D. love you, imma hit you up. bye, baby. i love you, imma call you later."

"bye, Ricky. love you." Bri grinned waving, knowing what buttons she was pushing.

"suck my dick." he flipped her off again before adding a quick love you too.

"bye, baby. i love you." Kayla blew a kiss, hanging up the phone.

they grabbed their plates and sat around the island to begin doing what they came over for, complain about their week. before they could start Barnes came barreling in the room with Renee on his trails.

"i don't think my girlfriend would be okay with that." Barnes went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

one thing about the girl, she is persistent.

"leave that man alone and come eat!" she called out to her friend.

with a huff, Renee took a seat at the island. once everyone was settled, the ranting began.

Ja'Briana complained about how the patients at her hospital didn’t treat her like a real person. Ma'Kayla ranted about patrons at the bank blaming her for their monthly fees. Renee expressed her frustration with parents at her school who blamed her for their children's failures.

"what about you?" Bri asked, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"nothing really. the week was pretty chill, just one mission. the only thing bothering me is Barn-someone moved in unexpectedly." they looked over at Barnes, who was obliviously digging into another waffle.

"don’t all your coworkers live here?" Kayla asked.

"yeah, but I usually have the place to myself on weekends. now I don't." she replied, side eyeing James.

“aww, am i inconveniencing you?” he asked tossing a faux pout at the end.

“shut it, Barnes.” she shot back sharply.

he wore a smirk standing up to rinsed his dishes.

“so, Bucky, what are you doing today?” Renee asked eyeing him intensely.

“um…” he looked to Tiariana for help.

she considered leaving him out to dry but decided to be the bigger person and asked her feral friend to calm down.

“i’m only asking, 'cause if you free you can kick it with us.” she extended an invitation.

“no he can’t.” T quickly interjected.

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“that’s not a word.”

“yes, it is.”

“use it in a sentence.”

“i’m finna go upside your head if you don’t give me my 8 points.”

Barnes did in fact join them, just in spite of Tiara. they were in the den playing Scrabble; he was on double duty. he was playing and the score keep, which was a problem because he continued to challenge all of her words.

right now they were arguing over if finna was a word. she —of course— knew it was a word, and he argued her down that it wasn’t.

“it’s a slang word.” he argued.

“slang is still words.” she shot back

“no, it’s slang.”

“yes, it it. it's in Merriam dictionary!”

"no it's not!"

"look it up." she challenged gesturing to his phone.

“fine.” he typed away on his phone.

"and when you see it run me my points."

thirty seconds later he huffed tossing the phone behind him onto the couch, and added her eight points to her score.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.” she gloated take five more tiles from the bag.

"okay, okay. my turn. astro-n-o-m-i-c-a-l." Bri added to the word astro. "astronomical, that'd be 17 points." she boasted taking seven more tiles from the bag.

Barnes sighed adding seventeen points to her score, putting her far ahead.

“aint nobody seeing me in this scrabble shit.” she gently pumped her chest.

“whatever.” Renee gritted her teeth taking her turn “t-e-m-p-e-r. temper, that’s 10 points.”

he tallied her score before taking his turn.

“temper-a-t-u-r-e. temperature. 15 points.” he jotted down his score.

“no, fucking way!” Renee shot up from the floor, getting a course of groans and sighs from the girls in response. “y’all cheating me! you passed like three times and now you can pull a word outta your ass.” she yelled down at him.

“girl ain’t nobody cheating you.” Kayla rolled her eyes putting down another word on the board. “astronomical-l-y. astronomically. 22 points.”

he went to write down the score, but Renee took the pencil and pad tossing them across the room. she grumbled to herself flopping on the couch pouting.

“while she have her lil hissy fit, i’m finna go take a shower.” Kayla stood up.

“imma order some food, what y’all want?” Tiara asked grabbed her phone.

“i’m good with anything.” Kayla said as she walked out towards her bedroom.

“i want Wingstop.” Bri laid out on the floor scrolling on her phone.

“y’all good with Wingstop?” she asked the other two occupants.

“never had it.” Barnes answered and Renee sat there still pouting.

she opened the app and began placing their usual orders and hand the phone over to him letting him pick something he think he'd like. while he did that, she grabbed the remote—leaning back against the couch—and opened the spotify app shuffle playing her music.

"so how's the whole Keem thing going?" Bri asked still on her phone.

"zmm, zmm." she hushed her, shaking her head.

"what?" she asked, looking up from the screen confused.

she cut her eyes to the bonus person in the room still looking at her phone.

"he doesn't know?" Bri whispered, scrunched her brows.

"don't nobody know, outside y'all."

"my bad." she went back to her screen.

"here you go." Barnes handed her phone back over.

she took it going to the check out, placing the order.

"it'll be here in 20 to 35 minutes." she locked the phone tossing it to the side.

for a brief five minute they sat in silence. they were on their phone while she sat there enjoying the music.

"so, you and Super-Fly?" Barnes randomly asked

"oh my gosh." she rolled her eyes.

"i'm just asking." he defended "i didn't know, but it kinda makes sense. you guys are together—like, you never leave each others' side—you're alway giggling together, you share beds." he listed off everything her and Joaquin did.

and she felt like everything froze. she knew what was coming once that last piece of information left his mouth.

"Y'ALL SHARE BEDS! SINCE FUCKING WHEN?" Bri sat up, setting her phone on the coffee table.

in a split second both girls were at her side. they bombarded her with questions. for the next twelve minutes they continued probing for details of things that never happened.

Tiara and Joaquin only shared beds on long missions, and twice on team camping trip Sam made them go on for 'team building'. that's where it stopped. nothing further happened. she explained that them but they didn't believe her and kept needling her.

Kayla stepped back in the room with a smile on her face and a complementary comment about the shower pressure.

"bump that, your niece been hunching Joaquin." Bri told their aunt as soon as she sat down.

"Tiariana-Destiny Ann Smith." she used her full name, looking at her shocked.

Tiara began explain to her aunt what she had been explaining to the other two, but she joined in on the harassment. while everything went on James was nowhere to be seen. he started this whole thing and he jetted when everything intensified.

as if God had mercy on her her phone dinged with a notification from DoorDash telling her that the food was here.

“the food is here.” she grabbed the keys from the coffee table and sprinted down to the car.

she got in the driver’s seat and drove down to the delivery driver was sat with their food. she greeted them grabbing the bags and drinks. she placed the bags in the passenger seat. she slowly drove back up to the complex not wanting to go back to the interrogation.

they have always been nosey and childish so she was used to it but the whole Joaquin thing was kinda a sensitive subject for her. she never really had trouble flirting with people and even getting who she wanted; but for some reason with him it was so difficult for her. she couldn’t flirt with him for shit, she always acted like a big dork around him. when ever he’d flirt with her she got the flutters and didn’t know how to react but to giggle. her struggles made her feel a stupid and dopey and she hated talking about it—ironically she loved to talk about him.

she sighed pulling up to the garage. looking over at the bags and drinks she knew she was gonna need some assistance but really didn’t wanna ask any of the girls and was stuck with the only other option.

“yes, Tiariana?” he answered clearly annoyed.

she should be the one with the attitude.

“can you come down and help me with the food?” she asked

“you can’t bring it up yourself?”

“no, imma waste everything.”

“ask one of your friends.”

“be a gentleman.”

“you’re always rude to me and i'm suppose to be a gentleman to you.” he asked as if she was borderline insane.

she sighed at his stubbornness “please?”

the line went quite for a few seconds, the only sound was rustling in the background. then there was a sound of footsteps. a minute and a half later he was down at the car.

he couldn’t’ve just answered the question.

she rolled her eyes opening the door, handing him the bag of food. she reached back over picking up the drinks.

they were walking back to the complex, her slower than him. she really didn’t wanna go back in and continue to get hassled. she intentionally stayed at least five paces behind him, kicking a stray pinecone on the ground.

“i know you can move faster than that.” he glanced back at her.

“don’t want to.” she simply said keeping the steady slow pace.

“hm.” he continued walking

“and f*ck you by the way.” she shot at him.

it was his fault that all this was going on.

“me?” he stopped, turning around to face her.

“yes, you’ve got them pressing me over Keem.” she took ten steps forward stopping in front of him.

“i didn’t think it’d be a big deal, that people who dating share a bed.”

“we aren’t dating.” she soughed at the reality of that statement.

“really?” he sounded surprised.

“no.”

“you guys are always together and your friend asked how everything was going with you two.”

“yeah, she meant something else.” she stepped around him over this humiliating situation.

she walked away at a normal pace this time leaving him a few paces behind this time.

while she was walking ahead, he suddenly spoke up with what sounded like a stupid grin. "wait, you have the hots for Torres."

her entire person warmed up and ears rang. she wanted to deny it, but she sucked at lying. instead of denying she tried picking an argument.

"the hots? ew, you really are old." she poked at him with no avail.

"yeah, ancient. but you fancy Torres." he held the door opened for them.

"fancy? you British now?" she tried again.

“no, but you wanna get french with Super-Fly.” he would let it go.

“ugh.” she groaned giving up on trying to pick a fight with and focused on not spilling the drinks as she climbed the stairs.

he walked behind her carrying on with the teasing. they went to the kitchen, where her guests were already sat, setting everything on the island. she thought it would stop here, but he just kept going.

everyone in this house was irritating her. she grabbed her drink and food from the bags going straight to her room.

she took a seat on the floor and began eating and thinking about what she didn't want to—her relationship with Joaquin. the lack there of actually.

she wanted to convince herself that it was just a small little crush on a guy she found attractive, but she was borderline in love with one of her close friends. her close friend who may or may not feel the same.

he could very well just be joking around and kidding with her and she could be reading far into things. that was a possibility that she didn't wanna consider, but she had to face reality and understand that there was a high likelihood that that was the case. she is a fully grown woman who had to face the truth, even if it was something she didn't want to be.

she was half way done with her food when her cousin came in her room.

"we was waiting for you to come back in there." Ja'Briana sat at the ottoman at the foot of her bed.

"y'all can eat." she said taking a bite of her voodoo fries.

"what's wrong with you?"

she shook her head taking another bite of her food.

"so you pouting in here for nothing?" she wasn't looking at her but she could feel her looking at her, with undoubtedly unimpressed expression.

"i'm not pouting, i'm..." she took a second to find the right word "recollecting."

"mhmm, and what are you recollecting from."

"yall." Tiara grabbed her drink taking a sip.

"the fuck i do?" Bri asked in a calmly offended tone.

"you and them other people out there hounding me about Keem."

"girl! you know we was just playing." she bumped her with her knee.

"yeah, but the jokes were going on too long. now it's not funny; it's annoying." she finally looked over at her.

"it's that deep?" she looked back at her confused.

"yeah." she folded her arms.

"alright we'll dead it."

"alright."

"now, grab your food and stop being a hermit." Bri stood up helping from the floor.

she groaned as her joints popped.

"oh, Lord. you already got the old lady sounds."

"girl, i'm old." she grabbed her meal.

"no, because if you old then i'm old."

"got some bad news for ya." she winced

"fuck you." she chuckled lightly pushing her.

[yoditopascal]

There was this Bucky smut fic where the reader was like Sam’s roommate and she and Bucky were banging and snap the table I can’t remember the name of it for the life of me but I wanna reread it so bad 😭😭

[late-to-the-party-81]

Me, devouring this fic!

Bloody hell!

⛓kinktober 2021- predator/prey⛓

—so i think we should run, run, run...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: alpha!Soldat x woc!reader

Summary: You know there's no escape, the wolf will always find his kitten...and still you run.

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: a/b/o, stalking, pet names (kitten), non/dubcon due to a/b/o dynamics, forced heat (false), predator/prey (hunting the reader down), chasing, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, readers conflicting emotions due to a/b/o dynamics, choking, unprotected sex (p in v), rough sex, outdoor sex, big ass beefy soldat, a couple of google translations (very minor), i think that's everything???

A/N: I don't even know where to start except for this has been sitting in my brain for months and kinktober seemed like the perfect excuse to give yall this nastiness. Anyways here’s my first a/b/o thing. Hopefully it ain't trash. This is a dark plot please be mindful of the warnings. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. If there’s any errors or typos my bad, I gave it a look over before posting but I probably missed something knowing me.. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

translations: Бежать котенок = run kitten / котенок = kitten

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

He’s here, how is he here? He can’t be here! Your mind races, eyes wide in shock as you eye the alpha in front of you. You’d seen him on the streets earlier, and you’d gone through extra lengths to evade him before slipping away to your hideout. You were sure that you’d shaken him off your trail, and in your false sense of security you had led him right to you. The empty mansion you’ve been squatting in suddenly seems massive and claustrophobic at the same time. The walls all seem to be pressing in on you while the doors all seem too far away. He takes one heavy step forward, and you swear the sound of his boots on the marble tile sounds like thunder.

You flinch back a step, body coiled and tense as if you’re about to bolt away from him like you have so many times before. “God damnit, why won’t you just leave me alone!” You shout, more irritated than afraid despite knowing just how easily the alpha in front of you can end your life. The mask covers the bottom half of his face, but the way his skin crinkles around his steel blue gaze let’s you know that he’s smiling under it. You know what he wants from you, and he knows what you’re about to do.

“Бежать котенок.” The soldier gives you nothing more than that, just the simple command that you can barely make out or understand in the midst of the fear and excitement that’s gripping you.

It doesn’t even register to you that you’re already running until a moment later when your brain finally catches up with your body’s flight or fight response. Your legs are pumping under you, carrying you as far and as fast as they can away from the menacing soldier. It’s been a while since you’ve run like this, and you can already feel the way your heart is pounding in your chest at the exertion, but you keep moving, you keep running.

You can’t stop, not with the Winter Soldier stalking after you.

Your first instinct is to go for the back door, if you can make it out of the overly large house then you have a chance. You can see the door that leads outside and you just need to reach it. Just as you do though a knife flies past you and buries itself into the door. You scream, turning away and running in the opposite direction in an instant, you bolt up the stairs as soon as you reach them. Taking them as fast as you can before ducking into a room. Of course it won’t be that easy, he wants a chase. He wants you terrified, and he wants you begging for mercy that he won’t grant you once he decides to put an end to the game.

He’s already tracked you through the city, cruelly letting you think that you’ve evaded him just for him to spring from the shadows like some phantom, and now he stalks after you with one goal in mind. The Soldat intends to claim you, and bond you. Your mating gland throbs at the thought of it, of how two years of running from the Winter Soldier have led to this moment. He’s the one alpha you’ve never been able to shake off your trail. He’s been persistent, and patient like a wolf stalking its prey. You know he’s never been too far behind, that he’s only let you think you’ve escaped him. It’s all been a game of wills between you two, the alpha in him wants nothing more than to tame the willful omega in you, and you’ve gone through great lengths to avoid that very thing. You’ve gone from state to state, continent to continent. For all intents and purposes you’re off the grid, no social media, no cell phone, no internet history for him to have tracked, yet he still always managed to find you. You want to scream in frustration but you know that will just give him a better idea of where you are.

You take a quiet breath, stealing your nerves as you look around the room that you’ve darted into. There’s no weapon to defend yourself in sight, but you do spy a vanity full of perfumes and cologne. You already know that the Soldat will be able to find you easily enough by scent, so you think fast as you grab up all the bottles you can and think of a plan. It’s not the best, but it’s what you have at such short notice and you know you don’t have long before he’s stalking into the room.

“Where are you, kitten? Come out, come out wherever you are.” You can hear him just down the hall, his voice muffled by the mask.

You panic a little, dropping the bottles onto the bed in the room before quickly grabbing them one by one and twisting off the tops to pour the liquid out onto the comforter. It’s all you can do to keep yourself from retching at the strong odors as they mix and create a hellish scent that burns its way up your nostrils. But you know it’ll be worse for the soldier. The super soldier serum coursing through his veins makes his senses stronger, and it’s a blessing. You also reckon that it can be a curse as you rip the perfume and cologne soaked cover from the bed and rush to hide by the door.

You won’t have a lot of time when he opens it and steps through, so the second that he does you spring into action and throw the perfume drenched cover over him before sprinting away. You don’t stop to look and see if your hasty plan is successful, but you can hear the sound of his coughing and cursing as he rips the covers, along with his mask, off of his face with a growl.

The soldier has to give it to you, it’s clever what you’ve just done. By using his enhanced senses against him you’ve rendered him temporarily unable to scent you, and it gives you a mild advantage. He tries to inhale and there’s no hint of you that he can detect, frustration has him putting a metal fist through the wall before he’s stalking out of the bedroom to try and track you by sound now.

“Clever, little kitten. But I can still hear you. Your heart is pounding for me.” He taunts, and as if you can stop your heart from beating as fast as it is, you press a hand to your chest to try and calm it. It’s easier said than done, and you know you need to do something quick before he tracks you down because of the traitorous organ beating wildly in your chest. You dart across the hall, thankful that he isn’t close to the sitting room so you can rush to the stereo system and turn on the loudest most blaring radio station you can find.

Something above you crashes, you know it’s the soldier reacting to yet another one of your dirty tricks. You allow yourself half a second to smirk, knowing that he’s likely never had to work this hard to catch his prey before. Though if the curses in Russian that he’s bellowing out are anything to go by you know you need to get out of the large house and to safety. You know he can’t easily hear you, so you don’t bother trying to be quiet as you go for the kitchen door. Stopping only to yank the knife he'd thrown at you earlier from the door before you rip it open and step out into the cool night air. You have only moments to decide between trying to run along the road in the unlikely hope that someone will be driving by and willing to stop to help you, or try your luck in the woods that sit just beyond the backyard. At least in the woods you’ll be able to hide easier than you would running straight down the side of the road. You’re a harder target, you rationalize while your feet quickly carry you towards the tree line as you break into a run just as you hear the sound of the loud metal music come to an abrupt end. You can only assume the soldier has shot out the stereo, though you clearly have no intentions of finding out for sure.

You run, and you run, deeper into the woods and never drawing a straight path as you try to carefully avoid leaving too obvious a trail. You’ve been doing this for two years, evading him and constantly slipping out of his grasp. You know you’re the hardest hunt he’s ever chased, and you know that the challenge you present to the alpha in him makes him want you just that much more. The thought of what might happen if you slip up just enough to let him truly capture you sends a shiver down your spine and shamefully slick coats your sex at how primal and raw this all is. You hate that as much as the Soldat frightens you he excites you as well, and you wonder if it’s much the same for him with how you refuse to simply give him what he wants.

“I will have you, kitten.” He calls out, inhaling deeply and letting out a satisfied sigh as his sense of smell comes back to him. Everything rushes in at once and it staggers him for a moment as he sorts through the smell of the fresh air, the grass, and dirt, the trees, and then there’s you. God he can smell you again and he can smell how your body craves him. It makes his cock stiffen beneath the fabric of the tactical pants he wears. “Smells like you want me to have you, котенок.” He taunts, smirking as he licks his suddenly dry lips, sniffing the air to find the direction that your scent is strongest in and then he’s off.

The fact that you can hear his words as he calls out into the night only tells you that he’s too close, and you’re almost tempted to simply break out into a desperate run. You take a breath to steady yourself, the hand around the hilt of the knife grips tighter and you carefully make your way through the woods. You try your best to leave as little of a trail for him to track you with, he can already smell you and there’s no need to make things easier. You use rocks and fallen logs to traverse the woods mindful of any noises that you might make as you near the main road. All you need is to flag down a car and then you’re home free, in fact you can see headlights just ahead through a break in the trees and you can feel your heart swelling with hope as you sprint towards freedom.

“There you are, kitten.” The voice is unnervingly even coming from behind you, and you whip around with the knife still in hand. You know you don’t stand a chance in hell at beating him, his smirk tells you that he knows it as well but he’s inviting you to try.

Don’t fight him, give in. Give in! Your primal side screams, wanting nothing more than for you to get on all fours and present yourself to him. You ignore it, trying desperately to not give into that baser side of yourself that wants to end this chase. “I’m not your fucking kitten!” You snap, holding the knife out in front of you as you attempt to ward the persistent alpha off. He steps forward with a mocking grin, and you take off again but this time he doesn’t let you get far. You feel the iron grip around your waist and you twist in his hold with a wild swing of your arm with every intention of slashing at him with the knife, but easily deflects your attempt. It’s like you thought, you don’t stand a chance in a fight with him but he seems to appreciate the effort regardless when he knocks the kitchen knife from your grasp and pulls you into his chest. The fights over before it even starts, and your primal side of you purrs at the strong alpha as his scent envelops and saturates your senses.

It leaves you lightheaded, and dizzy with the smell of him. He’s woodsy, like cedar, citrus and leather. But there’s a hint of whiskey and blood to him that sets you on edge and reminds you that he’s a killer. You should try to break free of him, you know you should but your head is swimming, and the only thoughts you can think are for him. He sets you on edge, but thrills you at the same time, and his scent makes your mouth water. It has your every instinct to give him flaring up like a forest fire as warmth floods your core and you know a fresh wave of slick is soaking into your jeans. Your fists clench into the leather of his jacket, and you try to shake your head clear of him realizing far too late just what it is he’s doing to you until you feel that strong, almost painful, pang of need deep inside you.

“Fuck! Stop-st...stop it!” You hiss, groaning as a twinge of pain registers in your lower belly. The bastard is pumping pheromones into the air and it’s forcing your body into a false heat and you know it. There’s just nothing you can do about it, and he knows it when another stronger, and more painful pang of need hits you and on instinct you bury your face into the warm leather covering his chest and let out a half sob. “Why?”

“Because you’re mine, kitten. Always have been, and now I’m going to make sure you and the rest of the world knows it.” If you could think straight you wouldn’t allow yourself to feel even an inkling of desire at his words, but he’s not giving you much choice in the matter as he let’s his scent and pheromones permeate the air around you and tricking your body into a false heat that has you needing him more than you’ve needed anything in your life prior. His hands drop to rip the fabric of your jeans down the seam, clearly not intending to waste time with ordering you to undress, the soldier knows you well enough by now to know that even in the needy haze he’s pushing you into you’ll still try to resist. He knows he can simply command you but that’s not what he wants. He wants you begging and pleading for his knot, and then he wants you to take everything he has to give you until you’re a whimpering and incoherent mess for him and only him. Your shirt follows swiftly, and he shows the same lack of care for your undergarments as he reduces them to scraps with no effort at all. It all happens so fast, and you barely have time to process it before you’re falling back against leaves and dirt as your body lands with a soft thud.

You have no time to gather yourself and scramble away before the Soldat is on top of you, pressing you into the soft earth as he claims your lips in a demanding and possessive kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. You want to push him away, but your hands grip tightly against his broad shoulders and you don’t break away until you feel the dull cramp that has you hissing in pain. You know that if this was a true heat the pain would be worse, but that does little to make you want to resist the alpha that’s slotted himself between your spread thighs.

“Stop fighting me, котенок.” He lifts one of your wrists to his lips, letting his teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh there and it has you whining and squirming under him. He simply smirks, scenting you then, letting his and yours mingle. From the first moment he’s caught your scent he’s been obsessed, it’s a scent that is distinctly warm cinnamon, vanilla, and something sweet that he can’t place but he knows it uniquely you. He wants to possess it, wants to possess you in every way he can and he won’t rest until he does.

“Pl-please I—” It’s a stronger cramp of pain that cuts you off and makes you want to curl into the fetal position. Briefly it makes you wonder if this isn’t a false heat after all despite your mind telling you otherwise.

“Shh, I know, kitten. I know, you need me don’t you? It hurts more and more when you try to deny me.” He coos, and you know that’s not entirely true, but it’s just true enough that you nod as tears finally spring free and you break. You hate this feeling, and you want it to stop. You want the relief that only he can give you even if you know that the price he’ll demand for it will bond you to him. It’s a dirty and cruel trick, but the Winter Soldier has never played fair, and he’s had his sights set on you for far too long. His fingers dance along your slick folds, and just his touch alone causes the smallest bit of relief in you. It doesn’t last long, and soon he has exactly what he wants from you as you plead with him to make the discomfort and pain you’re feeling go away. He chuckles under his breath, his hand leaving you just long enough for him to undo his pants, and work the tactical gear half way down his thighs.

You can’t help but glance down, eyes wide and suddenly you’re all too aware of what’s happening and that you should be trying to get away. You try to push yourself up enough so you can scramble away, but he’s faster than you and forces you back with one hand while the other hitches your leg against his hip. “Where you going, huh? ‘m not even in you yet and you’re running from my dick.” He taunts you, and you want to tell him that there’s no way he’ll fit but the hand that he places around your throat silences your protests. “Maybe if you hadn’t put up so much of a fight I’d have stretched you out first, but don’t worry kitten…” He leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath tickling against your mating gland while his other hand lines him up with your entrance. “I’ll make it fit.”

He pushes forward then, the swollen tip of his cock breaching your entrance and making you cry out loud enough that he feels the need to apply enough pressure to your throat to cut off the sound. He doesn’t need someone hearing your screams and coming to investigate, not that he isn't prepared to deal with it if they do. The soldier ruts into you, his pace rough and you know it’s his way of getting you back for the dirty tricks you pulled in the house when you were trying to evade him. Tears spill down your cheeks, it’s a mixture of defeat, relief, and pleasure that’s making them fall. You want to hate him for doing this, but even as his thick cock is splitting you open almost painfully around his girth, you know that with anyone else, you’d never feel anything close to what he’s making you feel in this moment. It hurts but it’s the type of hurt that you like, and you can feel your walls gripping around him so tight that it has him hissing out a string of curses and praise at how he knew all this time that you would feel good wrapped around him.

You feel like he's trying to fuck you into the earth itself, each thrust hard and brutal as he claims you for the first time. You'd scream if it weren't for him fucking you so hard that your voice has given out temporarily. Your nails claw at him through the leather jacket he still wears, scrambling over him until they meet the bare skin of his ass and they sink in and drag harshly over him. The soldier hisses through clenched teeth, growling in your face when you do it again and find yourself lifting your hips to meet his rough rhythm. "I hate you." You moan, the words choked out through the grip he has on your throat.

“Fuck, kitten. You might, but your body doesn't." He taunts, a toothy grin on his lips as he ruts into you harder and for a moment your vision whites out as slick gushes from you. "Keep grippin’ me just like that.” He grunts, with a slight shift in the angle of his hips that has you seeing stars when the tip of his cock finds that spongy spot inside you. You scream, and the sound is ruined by the hand that he has squeezing around your throat. Still he knows he's found that sweet spot, and he zeroes in on it with each thrust. His thrusts become harder, his cock practically spearing into you as he picks up pace and sends you spiraling over the edge of blissful ecstasy faster than you can process. Your body clamps down around him, and it does nothing to stop his frantic thrusting. He only hauls you up with him as he leans back onto his haunches and settles you astride his lap. The shift causes him to sink deeper and all you can manage to do is cling to him as your whimpering cries muffle into the side of the alpha’s neck.

“You’re mine, ‘mega.” He declares, and you purr in pleasure, unable to fend off that primal instinct of yours to agree. “Say it.” He demands, and even though it’s not an alpha command you still feel compelled to give him what he wants.

You wish you can say you were stronger than your most primal urges and that you really did hate him like you claimed just moments prior. You can't though, and your resistance to given in finally dies with a keening whine of needy pleasure. “Yours, alpha.” It’s said with a moan, and you can feel the rumble in his chest as he growls out his approval at your submission. Hearing you acknowledge him by designation only making him feel near feral and his possessiveness of you grows tenfold that he can’t stop himself from yanking your head to the side to further expose your mating gland. You have all of a second before you can feel his teeth biting down, and breaking the skin there as he marks you as his and bonds you to him. You gasp, crying out as your body goes taut against him and the act that he’s just committed forces you over the edge again as a fresh wave of slick seeps from you.

The bond is wide open, and fresh and it’s overwhelming as you feel his emotions and feelings come rushing in. There’s hunger, and possessiveness, and undercurrent of anger and while you recognize that it isn’t at you it still frightens you. There’s also want, and need. A desire to protect you, and provide for you. Most surprisingly you can just detect something else buried under all that and everything else that’s flooding in. There’s a sliver of fear and it has you feeling confused for a moment before the moment shatters with the sound of the Soldat's voice.

“Now you really are.” He growls, and you can smell the coppery tang of your blood in the air as he laps at the mark he’s left. You’ll be sore once the endorphins wear off, the bite he’s left behind is deep and shows the certainty of the alpha that it belongs to. There’s no mistaking that you’ve been claimed or that you belong to him now.

A moment later you can feel him inside you, his knot swelling and making you see stars again as his hot seed is shot deep into you. You squirm at the sensation, gasping at the feeling of fullness when you try to move. Carefully the soldier maneuvers himself into a proper sitting position with you still straddling him and filled with his cock as the swell of his knot remains. You know that sooner rather than later the blissful high will wear off and you’ll be left to grapple with your new reality, but for now you happily bury your face into the crook of his neck and try not to think of the fact that two years of running has been brought to an end.

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Indecent Exposure Pt. I: Bye Bye, Daddy

Summary: You get more than you bargained for when your father decides to leave you in the care of his four best friends, your fake Uncles, while he's on away on tour for the summer. Read Part Two!

Warnings: Mature Themes, Bucky Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Unwanted Touching, Dad's Best Friend Themes, Older Men/Younger Women Themes, Brief Discussions of Voyeurism, Brief Mentions of Mouth Soaping, Brief Reference to Spanking and Discipline, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Please heed all warnings. Part of my Indecent Exposure Series. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know.

"But Daaaad.” You whine, drawing out the word as you follow your father into the kitchen. Shoulders slumped, you can’t seem to stop yourself from pouting. 

While you’d initially made peace with the prospect of being left alone for the practically the entire summer before you planned to start your freshman year at NYU, you positively balked at the idea being left in the care of a fucking babysitter. 

Four of them, actually.

“No buts, pumpkin.” Your father drops his carry-on bag next to the door, on top of his other luggage. “It’s not good for you to be stuck in this big old house all by your lonesome. You even said as much just the other week.”

“Yeah, well…” You trail off, pissed at the fact that you’d essentially brought this on yourself. “That was back when you weren’t even sure if you were going.”

At first, your old man had been rather skeptical at going on tour with his former bandmates. They’d had a couple hits back in the day, but nothing major. Even still, they’d somehow managed to amass a bit of a cult following. 

And so when he was offered the opportunity to open for a much larger classic rock band, he just couldn’t pass it up. And you hadn’t had the heart to make him either. Dreams like this seldom came true for anybody, let alone a mild-mannered pharmacist who was pushing fifty. 

“Why can’t you at least take me with you?”

He turns to you then, heaving a sigh before pulling you into his arms. "Life on the road is no place for my little girl. Which is why I’ve asked your Uncles to check-in on you.” He presses a gentle kiss on your mop of curly hair, giving you one last squeeze before releasing you.

“And this is where I’d like to point out that I’m 18 years old, which makes me a full-fledged adult.“ Wrapping your arms around your middle, you try to play it off like you don’t care about him leaving so soon after your birthday. 

But you do. While your birthday had only been last week, you two hadn't even had the chance to embark on your annual fishing trip yet.

“I know that. Of course I know that.” He’s quick to reassure you. “And as a newly minted adult I’m sure you’ll be on your own some nights – the ones when Bucky can’t stay and none of your other uncles are available.”

“Ugh! Can you please stop calling them that?”

Little did he know that you were mere seconds away from covering your ears and letting out a frustrated scream. 

“Well, that’s what they are. They may not be blood, but it still counts.” Your father just shakes his head. Apparently he hadn’t expected you to put up this much of a fight before his departure. “And while it might be true that it’s been a while since you’ve seen your uncles, each one has assured me that they would be more than delighted to keep an eye out for their favorite niece.”

“Dad, I don’t even know them like that! At least not anymore...”

You’re rewarded with yet another weary sigh. “Then it looks like you’ll have the whole summer to get reacquainted with them then, won’t you?” His hands go to grip your shoulders, all but forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Besides, Buck’ll be around. I’m sure he’ll help ease you into everything.”

It’s impossible to stop the derisive snort that escapes the back of your throat. 

“Sweetheart, my ride is going to be here any minute now…” He tells you, making it clear that neither one of you has time for the tantrum you seem so keen on throwing. “You’ve gotta know that I only want what’s best for–”

The two of you are interrupted by the sound of a vehicle pulling into your driveway. And while you don’t recognize it, you’re almost certain that it’s too sleek and expensive to belong to any Lyft driver. 

“Speak of the devil!” Your father suddenly exclaims before throwing open the door and rushing down the steps. Which is fine, except for the part when he decided to drag you along with him. “Bucky fuckin’ Barnes – just in the knick of time too!”

Well, there went Plan A. So much for locking up the house after your Dad was gone and refusing to answer the fucking door for anyone except the pizza delivery guy. 

However, in spite of your annoyance and frustration, you can’t help the tiny jolt of electricity that hums along your skin as you watch the dark haired man peel himself out of the driver’s seat so that he can properly greet you both.  

“Get a look at you, old man!” Bucky chuckles as he enthusiastically brings your Dad in for a hug, lightly thumping his back as he does. “Can’t believe somebody actually fucked up and told you you got to be a rockstar!”

Your uncle’s smile only broadens when he finally lays eyes on you. But it’s the way he’s looking at you that catches your attention – it’s not quite a leer – but his blatant perusal is enough to make you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. 

“I know!” Comes your Dad’s eager response. “That’s why I’m trying to get out of here before whoever signed off on this sobers up and realizes his mistake.” Both men are grinning from ear to ear when they finally take a step back. 

And that’s when all eyes turn to you. 

“And who’s this gorgeous young lady?” Bucky inquires, his pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he makes a quiet show of looking you over once again, this time allowing his gaze to linger just a fraction too long on your cutoff denim shorts. 

“Oh, come on now.” Good ol’ Dad reaches over to grab your wrist, pulling you even closer. Which is the absolute last thing you want. “Don’t tell me you don’t recognize your niece.” 

“Is that my sweet, little Clover?” Bucky pretends to rub exaggeratedly rub his eyes while evoking your childhood nickname. “I guess it is. Except now she’s all grown up.” Your Dad drops your wrist in time for the other man to grab your hand so that he can give you a little twirl. "Just turned 18, in fact."

“I heard. So pretty.” He hums, although the words are spoken just low enough so that only you can hear them. “You’ve got yourself a knockout for a daughter, Dale.” You resist the urge to squirm when you feel the roughened pad of his thumb lightly stroke along the ridges of your knuckles. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you kept a shotgun by the door.” 

While you suspect that his words are meant in jest, the only person that laughs is the man who raised you. 

“I actually keep it in the front closet. Which reminds me…” You father turns to you then, pinning you with a knowing look. “Now pumpkin, I know you're not super excited about the current arrangement and all that, but I’d appreciate it if you’d, uh, refrain from having any boys over at the house while I’m gone.” 

You swiftly open your mouth to protest, only to be surprised when Bucky beats you to the punch. 

“Roger that.” He grins down at you, the dimple in his left cheek on full display. “Your Daddy said no boys allowed, little Clover. Do we have your promise you’re gonna respect his wishes?”

Tugging your hand out his grasp, you turn your attention to your Dad, offering up a sugary sweet smile. “But what about Peter? You actually like him, remember? Besides, he’s pretty much my best friend.”

“Well…”

Because you couldn’t fathom the idea of a summer without him. And you just know he’s going to relent and make an exception. That is, until Bucky decides to go and open up his mouth. 

“You heard your Daddy, sweetheart.” He gently admonishes you, a hint of mockery in his tone. “Besides, I don’t think any of your uncles want to have to deal with strange boys wandering around the house.”

“Good man.” Your father agrees, clapping the other man on his shoulder. “And speaking of Andy, Ari, and Steve, this one here is a little nervous about seeing them again. I don’t know why. I mean it’s been a while since everyone’s gotten together…”

“Aww, bug.” He coos, wrapping a brawny arm around your much smaller waist. “Are you worried we don’t love you anymore?” You find yourself gritting your teeth to keep from elbowing him in the kidney. 

Why the hell did he have to make that sound so…suggestive? And how come your father didn't seem to notice? 

“No.” You grunt, hating the man for having the nerve to smell so damned good – like spiced vanilla and cedar. 

“Because we most certainly do. You know, Andy was just looking at your senior picture the other day.” His large, warm hand settles just above the curve of your hip. “He actually sent it to the group chat and none of us could believe just how much our little Clover had blossomed. Right under our noses.”

“A–awesome.” You mumble, wishing he would stop touching you so much. It did funny things to your belly, which you did not appreciate.

“I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it when he gets here.” 

Shock has your mouth falling open, briefly leaving you almost too stunned to make a sound. And to make matters worse, your father’s Lyft picks that very moment to pull up behind Bucky’s sports car. 

“What?” You eventually croak. Not that you receive much of a response, what with both men choosing to abandon you in favor of grabbing luggage and loading it into the driver’s trunk. 

“Alright, pumpkin.” Your Dad calls out once they’ve got everything secured. “I’ll call you from the road. I left instructions on the fridge and with Bucky. You need anything you call me, okay?” 

Seconds later you find yourself pulled into a bear hug. And, because you don’t know when you’ll see him again, you choose not to argue or struggle. You can only hug him back as if your life depends on it. 

“Be good.” He mumbles in your hair. “Listen to your uncles. It may not seem like it, but they know what's best. And you have my word that they care about you just as much as I do.” 

“Okay.” Is all you can muster as you fight back tears. “I–I love you.”

“You know it.” He holds you even tighter. “To the moon and back, plus the galaxy and beyond.” Smiling when he releases you, you watch him climb into the waiting car before giving him one last wave. 

And then he’s gone. You watch unmoving as the car backs out of the driveway and takes off down the road in the direction of the airport. It takes a moment for you to remember that you’re alone now.

Left to your own devices for the entire fucking summer. 

“Save those pretty tears, Clover.” You jump when you feel a hand press against the small of your back. “You’ve got us – me, Andy, Ari, and Steve – and won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Bucky whispers, his mouth hovering just above your ear.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” You growl, stomping towards the front door.

“Fair warning, sweetheart.” He calls after you, his voice tinged with laughter as he goes to follow you inside. “Your Uncle Steve doesn’t like that kind of language. And I’m afraid Uncle Andy isn’t the type to put up with that attitude either.”

“Then tell them they should keep their asses home!” You snap as you reach the stairs, taking them two at a time all the while silently praying that he doesn’t follow.

“All I’m saying is that I’d hate to see Stevie have to wash out that pretty little mouth out with soap.” He calls from the bottom of the stairs, no longer bothering to hide his laughter. 

The fucking pervy bastard was enjoying this!

You slam your door with a flourish, briefly reveling in the sound it makes as it shakes the entire frame. If Bucky, or any of your so-called uncles thought you were still that same, sweet little girl you used to then they were in for one hell of a rude awakening.

Fuck! You’re so busy fuming over your current situation that you have no idea what’s taking place quite literally beneath your feet. For tonight, you decide that ignorance is bliss. If you got hungry later you’d just have to find something on DoorDash.

You throw yourself on your bed with a huff, punching your pillow over and again until you feel some of the rage leave your body. This summer was going to fucking blow unless you found a way to stay busy away from the house. 

Meanwhile, Bucky has taken a seat at the bottom of the stairs. Pulling out his phone he opens the group chat he has with his buddies and proceeds to start typing. Call it intuition, but he had a feeling that he and his friends getting reacquainted with their precious little Clover was going to make for one hell of summer.

Oh yes, this was going to make for one hell of a summer indeed.

END

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Riding Bucky

Woke up to the new photos and all I have are thots about beefy Bucky 🫠

18+ below! Minors DNI!

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Imagine riding Bucky's dick and feeling his chest hair 🫠

Imagine him being tied to the bed just for fun without any domination. It was actually his idea to do this, to be tied up and to see how much you want to take control

You both are already naked and there he is in all his glory, gorgeous and with that amazing chest hair that drives you insane

You are wet from just looking at him and when you sink down on him, the sounds coming out of you are unreal. You feel him, vein by vein and inch by inch. He feels so damn good.

You start slow, your hands on his chest, you touch his hair, feel him in you, with you.

As you start riding him, there is a sinister smile on his face. You both know he wants to hold you, take control but you both want to see how well you want to be in control this time. See how long it lasts until he snaps.

As you ride him, you get louder, more electric. You feel your orgasm building. Normally you love being edged but this time, you want to come again and again. You want to be ruined and ruin him.

When you come, you cry out loud, creaming his cock and nibbling on his neck, feeling his scent and him.

You both never felt so good before.

And afterwards? He DOES snap, ties you up this time and makes sure you come for him again and again.

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A Barnes Birthday

Summary - You are celebrating baby barnes' birthday, which is on the same day as your husband's birthday.

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x wife!Reader

W/C - 1.3k

Warnings - fluff, little cussing...i think, no use of y/n, your baby's name is not mentioned, neither is there any description of you or the baby. let me know if i missed anything. Happy reading<3

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At around 4 am you awoke, bursting with excitement. It was your baby's first birthday. And also, one of your husband's. It was difficult for you to fall asleep in the first place, so you thought you might as well get up from your light, restless sleep and get things ready for the day.

Knowing Bucky, he would most likely be knocked out asleep by now and wouldn't wake up till around 8:30 - 9 am. Normally your husband tends to be a light sleeper, but off late he has been sleeping like a log and you hope that carries on to tonight as well. You prayed to the universe he would not wake up when you silently moved out of bed.

First things first you freshened up, ate a quick meal and started decorating the house. Thankfully earlier in the day your baby managed to exhaust himself to a point where he would sleep the whole night without waking up once. You got streamers and balloons out of a box. Some easy to clean up confetti. You gritted your teeth as you tried to move the heavy couch around. You strong husband would have been useful here if this wasn't for his birthday.

You gave up on trying to blow the balloons and decided to bake the cake to get rid of some steam. Figuring out what Bucky would like was not that hard. Ever since Oreo came out, he has absolutely loved it. And with oreo having so many variations now-a-days than just biscuits, it's been the only thing Bucky eats when he wants a snack. Not the healthiest option but the man likes it and needs to eat.

You found a very simple oreo cake that you could make. You got started on making it. Flour, milk, butter, oreo biscuits obviously. By around 6 am the cake was in the oven getting ready. With nothing left to do, you got back to decorating. But there was an issue. You still needed to move the couch to another location.

At that exact moment your phone started ringing loudly. You ran to the kitchen and answered it, mentally kicking yourself for putting in on vibrate. You just hoped Bucky had not woken up. Thankfully he had not. Putting the phone to your ear you whispered-yelled into it, "What?!"

"I get it that you forgot to put your phone on silent?" Sam chuckled on the other side of the line. You blew an irritated breath out as you rolled your eyes. "Yes, I did. You need something Sam, cuz I'm kinda busy with trying to move my heavy ass couch."

"How about you open the door first and then we can figure out if I need something."

You moved from the kitchen to the front door and opened it to reveal a smirking Sam Wilson on the other side. You lowered the phone from your ear, cutting the call. "You son of a-" you say shaking your head a bit, a smile making it way onto your face. You both go in for a quick hug and you invite him inside. Not that he needed the invitation. He practically lived there at this point.

"What are you doing here at this ridiculous hour in the morning?"

"Helping you prepare for a double-birthday party." You didn't know how any man could be as generous as Sam Wilson. It was just a little past 6 in the morning and here he was in your house ready to lend a helping hand in getting your home ready for a birthday party. You smiled a grateful smile and told him about the couch and where you needed help in moving it. He hung his jacket on the coat hanger and got to helping you with whatever you needed.

You left in the middle to bring the cake out of the oven and let it cool. By that time the couch was moved along with some more furniture, balloons were hung and so were some streamers. With the extra help you were able to have the house decorated by 7 am with snacks and everything else ready. That was when you heard some cries coming from the bedroom. Realising that your son was awake, you quickly headed to the room to sooth him before Bucky woke up with the sound.

Bucky was dead asleep. A small part of you was worried with how deep his sleep was, but you knew it meant he was sleeping peacefully. "Hi my baby!" you greeted your son with a soft voice. "You're awake, yes. It's your first birthday." you said while cuddling him. He needed that after he woke up. His cries died down; he was wide awake and cheery. "Yes, its papa's birthday too. We'll wish him later, first let's get you ready for this double birthday."

You got to work bathing him and dressing him up in some adorable but comfortable clothes which would be easy to clean. Sam had headed back to his place to freshen up a bit before your son woke up. It was now past 8 am and you were getting dangerously close to when Bucky would wake up. You took 20 minutes for yourself to look presentable since there would be photos.

Bucky woke up just as you finished changing your clothes. "Doll?" he called out when you weren't found in his sight. "Coming." you replied and walked out of the closet he had built for you. Before fatherhood, Bucky had a big passion for construction. It kept him busy, allowed him do something for you and learn some new skills in the process.

"Happy birthday honey." you say with a smile. "How old are you turning today?" you joke, tilting your head to the side. He opened his arms and pulled you in for a hug. "Ha ha very funny. But thank you." saying the first part with mock annoyance, he pulled away and just stared at you for a good 10 seconds before he asked, "Where's the little one?" You said nothing and just smiled, gesturing him to follow you.

You jogged out of the room making him chase after you. You pick up your son who was waiting with Sam in the living room and stood there waiting for your husband. He walked in and Sam set off a confetti popper in his face which surprised for a second but then he hugged Sam. Bucky pulled back, looked around and then at you holding your son. You took the baby out of your arms and kissed him all over his tiny adorable face.

Bucky wasn't a man of many words and preferred to show his gratitude in actions rather than words. He pulled you close and just kissed the top of your head. You left his side when Sam came closer, "Happy birthday man, and happy birthday little man!" You then came out of the kitchen with the cake and lit candles and set it down on the table. In the moment Bucky couldn't be any more grateful for his little family. You, his son and Sam. They were his motivation for everything he did.

The candles were blown out and the cake was cut and fed to everyone. Your son got to devourer whatever cake was left on an already dirty towel laid on the floor. Sam played the role of a photographer for free, only because it was his nephew's birthday.

"it's been a year already." you say.

"Time flies fast, no?" he held you by his side as you both watch lovingly as Sam plays with your son. Bucky still remembers the time when you were pregnant with him, the random cravings you would have and the mood swings from time to time. There were a few hellish moments, but they were all worth it. Reminiscing about the past only made you more appreciate the present moments even more and anticipate the future.

"Happy birthday once again J."

Bucky didn't reply. But he did kiss you deeply.

A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts since 2022😐 I wanted to get this out. It started as a random idea which took me forever to write. Hope you enjoyed reading.

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Some Bucky to brighten your day. ❤️

Last First Kiss

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Excessive fluff, first kisses, soft Bucky in Louisiana for New Year's Eve.

Word Count: 600

A/N: Thank you for this sweet @navybrat817. This truly brightened my day and inspired a nye drabble! Hope everyone has a very Happy New Year! 💙✨

“So a little birdie told me you’ve never had a new year’s kiss…” Bucky leaned against the wood railing beside you, taking in the sunset on the bayou.

Your eyes widened before you took a deep breath. “I’m gonna kill him.” Ever the meddler, Sam would tell your secret to the first guy you’d liked in a long time. 

“Yeah, I’ve been there,” he let out a laugh. “Sam always knows the exact right thing to do to get under your skin, it’s a gift really.” 

You shrugged casually. “He overheard me telling Sarah. It’s no big deal.” It really wasn’t, but you knew why Sam was annoyingly butting in. He’d also heard you telling his sister about how smitten you were with his dark-haired best friend. 

“Well let me know if you want to change that.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, a small smile playing at your lips. There was no way. “The killing him part or the kiss?” 

Bucky smirked, charmed and hopeful that you’d agree. “I haven’t had one in a while, so keep me posted,” he checked his watch. Only a few more hours until midnight. The Wilson household had planned a lowkey evening for the kids later, and the both of you would be in attendance. 

He’d secretly had a crush on you for a little longer than you had on him and with Sam’s encouragement he figured there was no better time to do something about it.

“Haven’t committed a murder or given a kiss in a while?” You smiled sheepishly, trying awfully hard to deflect. Of all the reactions to finding out you’d never had a new year’s kiss, this was the last one you expected. Sam’s best friend, a guy you thought was off-limits, offering to change things for you.

He let out a laugh, you were too adorable. “Think about it, sweetheart. I hear it’s good luck,” he playfully shot you a wink before heading back to the barbeque. 

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you turned back to look at the setting sun over the calm waters. Colorful, peaceful, and captivating.

Later that night.

Sam nudged Sarah before shouting. “Guys it's 12:04, you’ve rung in the new year! You can break it up now.”

Grinning against Bucky’s lips, you felt your cheeks warm again. Busted.

Bucky begrudgingly pulled away from you, turning to glare at Sam. “Just getting as much luck from this as we can, man. Feel free to look away,” he muttered breathlessly before meeting your gaze with a soft shy smile. His thumb stroked your jawline, noting how beautiful you were up close. 

He went from menacing to cute in a split second. How did he do that? It didn’t really matter because the way he looked at you, well you sure could get used to it. 

“Yeah, look somewhere else,” you teasingly scowled at Sam before tugging at Bucky's henley and kissing him again. He cupped your face and poured himself into the kiss. He thought he was out of practice, but it surprised him how easily he fell back into step with you. Soft and sweeter than anything you could’ve imagined. Warm and careful with just the right amount of desire to leave you aching. Nothing you could have expected, yet everything you silently wished for. 

Neither of you knew it then, but what a lucky year it would turn out to be. Never did you imagine that the man that would be your first new year’s kiss would also be your last; for many years in between, and every day after. 

[awesomerextyphoon]

Steve: I lost the bet.

You: Which bet?

Bucky: Well this punk bet that Thor wouldn't know what a 'home run' meant.

You: Why?!

Steve: Tony was going on and on calling me an '100 Year Old Virgin'-

You: We all know that's not true! Bucky and I saw to that. For hours I might add!

Steve: He kept calling me that when I had some trouble understanding Quantum Computing.

Bucky: This is why you need to get better with comebacks.

You: This from the guy who thought living on $10K for a week was a cruel punishment!

Steve: Damn-

Bucky: Language, punk!

Steve: Sorry.

You: So how does Thor fit into any of this?

Steve: Yeah. I was thinking of anything to get Tony off my back when Thor walked into the kitchen.

You: That's when you made the bet, huh?

Steve: Turns out he and Selvig watched sports together.

You: So what did you lose?

Steve: Well...

----

Steve: I can't believe I'm doing this!

Bucky: How're the shorts?

Steve: WAY too tight.

You: Yeah they are!

Sam: Why does your tank top say 'I'm a Bi Brooklyn Bitch'?

Bucky and You: Tony.

Sam: Figures.

Steve: I have to wear this all over Midtown.

You: At least you don't have to hide it anymore.

Nat: The Press is gonna have a field day.

[pariskylar]

ONE

THUSRDAY: MAY 23, 2024

on the Quinjet back to the compound Tiariana kicked off her shoes and let her braids out the bun and into a ponytail. it was a long day. they were at battle for two hours at least and she just wanted to get back and go to sleep.

she took her sock off and immediately looked for her slippers she always kept on there. looking she saw them by the door.

she got up going over and sliding them on.

“every time i look up yo toes out.” Sam said from the seat from her's

“stop looking.” she shot back taking her seat.

“even if i don’t look, i can smell them.” he pinched his nose.

she grabbed her socks and tossed them in his direction.

“ewww.” he said in a nasally voice earning a smirk from her.

she truly loves Sam, he was like the big brother she always wanted. when she needed someone to talk to or just to hangout with he was the fourth person she’d call–right behind Ja'Briana, MaKayla and Renee.

Ja'Briana is her older cousin and one of the people she closest to. Tiara was the only girl and navigating growing into a woman was difficult and confusing so Bri took her under her wings and helped her come to herself.

MaKayla is their aunt. she a year older than Tiara and two younger than Bri. they grew up together. she always had her back.

Renee is her best friend. they met in pre-k. they had matching light up shoes and they had been besties ever since.

“you ok?” Joaquin came out the restroom in a different outfit, sitting next to her.

“i’m good. you?”

“bit banged up, but i’m ok.” he stretched out “what’re you doing tonight?”

she felt her heart rate increase, excited.

Joaquin was a very attractive guy and she had developed a bit of a crush on him.

they had joined around the same time and they were both new to the whole hero thing so they kinda leaned on each other for comfort and encouragement. they became work buddies and training partners. they slowly became friends, not besties but still friends. they had a bit of a flirty relationship that never lead anywhere.

“same ole, same ole. why?”

“curious.” he shrugged "you need to change it up, do something to relax."

“how bout you can give me a foot massage.” she leaned back in her seat, kicking her shoes off putting her feet on his lap.

“or i can give you a back massage, let that play out.” he grinned tickling her feet.

“stop!” she quickly took her feet off him, putting her Slippers back on.

"you 'on't like that?" he stood up

"Keem, move" she got up moving away from him.

"or what?" he grabbed her.

"KEEM! CHILL!" she squealed.

"gosh, you guys are alway loud." Cassie complained, letting her hair down.

"sorry." Joaquin apologized, taking them back to their seats.

the ride back was quiet. unbearably quiet. it was intense. the only sound was the occasional hum of the jet's engines.

after two hours, which felt like an eternity, the jet landed. they all filed off, and she accidentally bumped him.

“watch it.” he simply said

“watch it.” she mocked under her breath kicking the slippers off at the exit, walking to the complex bare foot.

was being barefooted unsanitary? maybe, but she was a bit country. being from Beaumont, TX, she couldn't help it. she was used to being outside shoeless and she couldn't seem to break the habit.

as her feet hit the cool floors of the compound, she sighed. her feet were so tired, it hurt to walk.

eager to get out the nasty clothes, she sped to her room. she peeled off the sweat-soaked spandex suit. rummaging around her drawers, she pulled out a pair of well-worn sweats and an old Nike sweatshirt.

dressed, she went to the kitchen where she saw Kate and Yelena stocking up on snacks before leaving.

"see ya, Speed." Kate bid a goodbye leaving with her friend.

"bye, KB; bye Yelena."

"byeee." she waved over her shoulder.

she grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass taking a seat at the island. once she got the bottle opened Sam and Keem came walking in. they were always the last to leave.

“bye, T.” Sam hugged her from the back.

“bye, Cap.” she smiled

“see ya, Speed.” Joaquin kissed her on top of her head.

“bye, Keem.”

and with them gone the compound was cleared out she went to her room and turned on the shower. while the water warmed up she went over to the sink and grabbed her toothbrush. she took care of her oral health and skin care before actually getting in the shower.

after that much needed shower she trudged to living room with her phone and Nintendo Switch flopping on the couch. she opened DoorDash and ordered some chinese takeout.

connecting her phone to the speakers around the compound and played her 'chill' playlist. she grabbed her switch loading up a game of Zelda.

she was stuck to the game for 15 minutes when she lost.

"com'n Link!" she yelled at the screen as she used her last heart.

she tossed the console to the side. her phone pang with a notification from DoorDash saying her takeout was here. she ran down the stairs and went to meet the dasher at the gate.

"um, hi?" he handed the bag over

"hey." she smiled handing over the ten dollar tip.

"thanks. have a nice meal Tiariana."

"you too." she ran off before she realized what she said.

you too? what the heck?

she was back at the den. she sat down and flipped around the streaming services before landing on Living Single. she began to eat and binge.

'we are living single. in a 90s kinda world i'm glad i got my girls.' she sang while blindly eating.

when the show started she heard people talking and giggling.

“and this is the family room- that’s not supposed to be occupied” Bucky said walking in with a lady. "Tiara what are you doing here?"

“Tiariana? ohmygosh! hi, i’m Leah” she grinned holding her hand out heading towards her

“um, hi” she got up and shook her hand "nice to meet you."

she nodded, looking back to Barnes “she’s so cool”

“yeah, um, Tiara can we talk in the kitchen” he left the room.

sighing she got up and following him.

“i thought you weren’t gonna be here.” he said as soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen.

“i live here.” she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“don’t you have an apartment?” he folded his arms.

"don't you?" she retorted, her eyebrow arched in challenge.

"if you must know, my place is under new management and the rent has spiked. so, i'm here for the foreseeable future," he explained, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"hm." she hummed, taking a long, deliberate sip of her water.

"look, is there any chance you could stay at your place for a while? just until i sort things out?" he asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the urgency in his tone.

her nonchalanceness was clearly grating on his nerves.

"don't have a place." she replied with a shrug.

"really? you’re like 25?" he said nearly sounding offend.

"I'm 30." she corrected him.

"that's... unfortunate." he said, earning an eye roll from her.

"your opinions are as outdated as you are" she shot back

"very funny," he replied dryly.

"why does it even matter to you? this compound is like a thousand acres" she pointed out.

"ugh," he scoffed in exasperation.

"oh, i'm sorry, is my presence here bothering you that much?" her voice dripping with sarcasm

"kinda, yeah" he admitted, not bothering to soften the blow.

"aw" she responded with a mock pout.

annoyed, he turned on his heel and walked away without another word.

"Leah?" he called out.

he collected her and head to his room.

she went back to the living room and settled back onto the couch continued watching TV. after two episode she found herself slowly drifting off until she KO'd.

[neonovember]

Redwood Oak’s

Mafia!au x Steve Rogers

CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 

summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.

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Steve's words echo loudly in your skull like a ball being knocked around your head, turning your brain to mush. The warmth of Steve's breath that had gripped you like a vice had dissipated the second the both of you had entered the expansive room of Steve's Office.

You don't see it, but Steve clenches his jaw in tight restraint to stop himself from putting a hole in Rumlow’s head and instead envelopes himself into the stone-faced demeanor he had learnt to form the moment he stepped up to the throne destined for him.

But god, did that horrified look on yourself tear Steve from the inside out. What had he done to you? It screamed betrayal in Steve's mind, that you not only had been hurt but by one of his own men. The man who had sworn to protect you had lied. And for Steve, his word was as good as its weight in fucking gold.

Steve had to play it level headed, the heavy weight of his father's presence was always near, but it seemed to cloud his vision at this moment,

“Don’t do nuthin stupid, think, just stop for a second and think”

Steve didn't want to think, he wanted to delve deep into the darkened desire within him that preened at the idea of Rumlows blood dripping between his clenched fists. Steve’s desire for violence shocked him a little, he could feel his fist shaking under his grip, like they had a mind of their own.

Steve wasn't a violent man, he was sensible, it didn’t matter if the entire city of New York believed he was cruel, because he knew every action had a means, it wasn't just to spill blood and crack skin. Steve’s entire enterprise was never built on appearances, despite the world it lives in, nothing Steve did didn't have an objective reason. He thought that would be a light of mercy before the spray of blood would coat his button-up.

But now, there didn't seem to be any reason to wait and sit, in the end, it all seemed sensible. Any threat of danger to your life needed to be eliminated, and returned with such a display of cruelty that no one would try it again. There was a gnawing feeling, however, at the recesses and edges of Steve's mind, the kind that screamed at him to see what was truly happening.

“Look”, and Steve learnt to listen.

There was something more to Rumlow than just scaring you, something more sinister, it echoed deep within Steve and the reminder of the cruel world beneath the gravel ground was as clear as ever. Steve had to find out because now he felt that your safety was his responsibility, an obligation he felt every bone within him scream to fulfil.

“Bucky” Steve calls the brown-haired man dressed down in a black suit, the outline of a holster poking through the waist of his jacket.

Bucky murmurs something into Sam's ear, before making his way towards Steve, his gaze shifting between you and the tall blonde standing a few spaces behind you.

“Need something from me, Steve?” Bucky says, making an effort to keep his gaze towards Steve, despite Steve's gaze being situated on you.

“Take our friend here to get something to eat, and then use one of my cars to get her home”. Steve murmurs, almost discreetly so only the three of you can hear.

You noticeably fidget at the mention of going home, it wasn't that you didn't want to, you did, by all accounts, but you didn't know what you would open the door to when you did end up back at the decrepit apartment complex you loved. Your apartment wasn't necessarily known for being the most well-secured, but you figured your neighbours would at least tell you if someone had broken in and trashed the place.

Steve moves towards Bucky, turning his body to face away from your wandering gaze

“Take one of my unmarked cars, it seems we’ve got a fuckin rat in our very own house” Steve whispered into Bucky’s ear, causing Bucky to turn his head to face Steve. A look passes between the both of them, their eyes conversing in a way words never could, in a way that told you they had been brothers long before this entire world fell upon their shoulders.

“Well go on then” Steve’s deep voice whispers into your ear, you can taste the heat of his hand pressing onto your waist, as you feel the outline of his revolver press into the small of your back.

“Don’t think I won’t hurt my men to protect you, I’ll kill him if I have to” Steve murmurs, he doesn’t have to say his name, but your mind has been repeating it enough to know who he's talking about, and your heart skips a beat in surprise, air catches your lungs and you have to swallow back the strange feeling brewing in your stomach before following Bucky’s pointed gaze out the office doors, several dozen eyes watching your every step.

The squeak of Bucky’s dress shoes and the click of your pump loafers follow each other down the carpet and painting-lined hallways. You sneak glances through half-open doors and you're met with similar pictures, women and men dressed in black and white staff uniform cleaning and dusting away priceless antiques, ruffling pillows and beds that were never going to be slept in, and folding the endless crisp white shirts Steve wore.

You pass a hallway that looks different to the rest, darker somehow like it was sacred. You don't see any of the endless staff coming out of any of the rooms too, and the millions of questions it springs forth have your eyes squinting to see past the 2 main opening doors.

Bucky turns a corner quickly, and without realising you bump into his back, the rock-hard muscle acting like a brick to cushion your fall. You can’t help but let out a loud yelp, before Bucky turns and catches you from falling flat on your face.

You look up at him clearly flustered, and Bucky gazes down at you in interest, he begins to murmur something but thinks better of it, and slowly lets go of his grip on your waist.

Coughing, he straightens his suit, before motioning forward

“We’re here”

“Hmh? Where is here-” You say

“Oh”

You look towards the expansive dining room, fitted with leather couches surrounding a cast stone fireplace connected to a brick stone kitchen, an iridescent chandelier hangs from the tall ceilings, looking as if diamonds were dripping from above, and the halo of a sparkle glints over the both of you and you can't help but gaze in awe.

“Gorgeous isn't it?” Bucky says, and you glance at him watching the way the chandelier cuts the sunlight so it breaks across the dining room.

It was beautiful, despite being in a room that was in a house of violence, it was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

“Bucky? I thought you already emptied out my kitchen” Calls a voice from the kitchen

Bucky turns towards the voice, a smile for the first time appears on his face and he walks up with you trailing behind.

“You’re still here? I thought Steve gave you the rest of the week off?” Bucky says, and as you walk past the expansive dining room you see a woman dressed in a dirty apron, wiping down a pristine marble countertop that Bucky leans on.

Pots and pans hang from high above the centre block, glinting in a perfect steel arrangement, long panned windows filter light in from the manicured lawns and an array of shelves and creme cabinets line the kitchen. A double burner oven is situated against a grey stone wall, and low-hanging lantern lights are hung from above. David would have loved cooking in this kitchen, that is all you can fathom as you gaze across the opulent space.

You are too fazed to take notice of the conversation happening beside you, until the kind woman looks towards you, cocking her head, her hazel eyes gaze you up and down, taking notice of your strange attire.

“And who is this?”

“One of Steve’s friends came here to get her something to eat but if you're leaving, just know your kitchen is in great hands” Bucky smirks towards the woman, who shakes her head reverently.

“Oh absolutely not, he burnt soup once, goddamn soup!” The woman scolds, a frightened expression taking over her face as she widens her eyes at you.

You can't help but let out a giggle, she was nice, this woman, dark auburn hair braided into a fishtail cascades down her back, her cheeks full as her big brown eyes smile at you.

“Hey!, it was one of those artisan ones alright, screw me for trying to follow a recipe online” Bucky replies, rolling his eyes at the woman as he tries to argue his side to you

“It’s soup Bucky, you put it in a pot and let it heat up” You reply, shaking your head, the woman looks up at you swiftly, a look comes over her face and she nods.

“By your clothing, I can see you are a curator of the kitchen as well?” The woman replies

You look up at her surprised, “Oh no, I’m,-I’m just a waitress”

“Well does the waitress have a name?” She replies

You hadn't had to introduce yourself for much of your life, your name and entire identity stolen and curated by your husband until he was the one introducing you, and now, the sound of your voice feels foreign on your tongue.

“A pretty name for a pretty lady, my name’s Katerina, but just because you're a friend of a friend you can call me Kat. So what would ya like darling?” She says

“Oh, no” You take notice of the recently wiped down and cleaned tabletops

“It’s alright, you've already cleaned up everything and I'm not that hungry, besides Bucky promised to show me around the Manor '' You reply, wiping a hand down to iron out the wrinkles in your work shirt.

“I did?” Bucky replies, and you turn your head, pleading with him to go along with it

“Oh yeah, um, I’ve got to get my Vitamin D you know” Bucky coughs, wincing as he digs his hands into his dress pants.

Kat looks between the both of you, a knowing smile on her face as she nods,

“Oh, I know you'll be here a while.'' She replies, before you both bid your goodbyes and head out through the French doors and onto the stone steps of the entryway of the Manor.

“You really made me lie in front of Kat? What do you think this is? You know I don’t answer to you, and Steve told me to make sure you eat something, especially since last night-” Bucky scolds, before cutting himself off at the mention of your embarrassing

“You know about last night?” You mumble, the burn of embarrassment crawls up your chest as Bucky shifts his gaze to you in guilt

“Parts alright? It was late at night when Steve found you at that bar and it was getting..I just knew I had never seen Steve so, so..” Bucky trails over, shifting his gaze from your eyes.

“So what?” You reply, Bucky was about to tell you something about Steve, specifically last night and every inch of you wanted to know what it was.

“Forget about it” Bucky replies, and you shake your head defiantly.

“No, no I won’t, ever since that day Steve walked into my diner, I’ve been doing this blindfolded dance, spinning around the truth but never being told anything” You reply, challenging Bucky.

Bucky pulls his tongue from his cheek, eyes trailing the manicured garden of the front lawn before looking down at you.

“He was silent. He didn’t say anything the entire ride back, just motionless. And I know Steve has that stone face going on, but honestly? It was like he was thinking, plotting something in that mind of his, and he didn't stop until you were taken to your room and tucked in, hell he didn't stop until we both walked into those office doors”.

You look down at your hands, twirling the old copper band around your index. Thinking? Thinking? You didn't have a clue how to read Steve, let alone know what he could be thinking of all things.

“What does that even mean?” You reply

“It means Steve is deeper in this than he thinks he is,” Bucky replies.

You catch your tongue before you reply with what automatically pops into your head,

If Steve was in this knee-deep, you were entirely swallowed.

Your eyes catch a light shining from the corner of your peripheral vision, over the wall overgrown with ivy.

“I wasn’t lying before,” You say

“Hmph?” Bucky asks, clocking his eyebrow

“Take me there” You reply, pointing towards the wall towards the back of the Manor.

“You mean the abandoned garden?” Bucky scoffs, shaking his head

“If it’s abandoned then no one will know we’re there, right?” You argue

Bucky narrows his eyes, but reluctantly agrees, walking down the steps in long strides as you run after him to catch up.

You both walk along the expansive gravel driveway, the piercing gaze of Steve from the office window above follows the both of you as you venture through the spiny trail that leads to the garden hidden beyond the large hanging evergreen trees that grew along all over the grounds.

Almost losing your balance once or twice, you finally make it through the overgrown foliage, following the stone trail that soon crumbled into the dark dirt floor. Bucky steps over a broken step, before unlatching some kind of bolt and shoving a rotten gate open, breaking the vines that had once grown on the wood.

You walk through the opened gate, Bucky following close behind, and the shrubbery opens up to a clearing. Large evergreen trees like the ones near the Manor surround the open land, however, a different kind of tree stands sky high, and you can’t stop yourself from walking up to one, and feeling the maroon bark rough against your fingers.

You close your eyes and it comes to you,

Redwood oaks.

Times when you would think hard enough, the silhouette of skyscraping trunks, and deep green leaves would cloud your vision, and when you lean your head forward you can almost smell your past. It is beautiful and strange and it hurts just as much. You can’t find yourself anymore, you've resigned yourself to that, but these thousand-year-old trees make you feel more connected than ever.

You want to climb into it and let it consume you. Sleep until you woke up and you knew who you were. It’s strange, the tree reminds you of Steve somehow, like you've been here with him before and it's hitting you like deja vu.

Something has gifted between the both of you, between you and Bucky too, you noticed it today when he spoke to you rather than through you. He didn't have that unsure expression anymore like he didn't fully trust you, and you don't know whether it was because of Steve or because of last night.

The clearing is almost a hill, and you can see fields of honey-coloured wheat and grass cascade into hills as you look beyond the tall trees. You can make out the backbones of where some sort of wooden shelter or structure once stood, now all that was left was a pile of rotting wood and leaves.

“Why is this place abandoned,” You say, it was gorgeous and let in the sun in just the right way for it to be reflected from the trees and shower the clearing with a honey glow, but it was hidden. And all hidden things were hidden for a reason.

“Don't know, it's been in Steve's family for generations, rented out to a couple people and then sold to a family in the mafia. Until Steve bought it back, it seems like this used to be where some sort of sheltered seating area once stood” Bucky replies, digging his shoe into the dirt.

“Yeah well it seems like someone’s put it to good use” You reply, noticing a small hardwood sculpting table fitted next to a workbench, a small but well-built wooden gazebo shelters the workspace, and you want to step forward but something tells you that place is sacred.

A sound comes out of Bucky and when you turn your head, he looks towards the gazebo like he knows who it belongs to. It hits you that he probably does, being the eyes that see all in the place anyway.

“This place yours or something?” You reply, and Bucky looks towards you in surprise like he forget you were there.

“Hmp? No, not me necessarily, but I think I know who” Bucky murmurs, his eyes trailing back to Manor fixating on Steve's office and you have to swallow the laugh that erupts at the assumption.

“Steve? If Steve was to have a hideout behind his Manor it would be for a guillotine, not an easel” You reply.  

You look towards the Manor and even though your vision only catches the pitched roof peeking through the dark pine trees you don’t doubt by the feeling crawling up your arm that Steve is watching you too.

“Steve, he's done something but, he's- he's a good man” Bucky replies, turning a rock onto its smooth side between his hands

“Oh yeah? Just like my husband is? I’m starting to figure out good men don’t need to say they're good men” You retort

Bucky shakes his head, turning the rock between his hands before tossing it into the shrubbery.

“You’re husband, he's done things you can't even imagine, he is the farthest from Steve, he's the farthest that Steve could ever be” Bucky replies with a heated tone.

For some reason that statement sent a burn down your stomach, in some sick way, you felt it was your responsibility to protect your husband's honour and name in front of Bucky, but it disappears when you realise you're the one who had run across the country to escape the very man Bucky loathes.

“I know the things he's done alright? I’m not that oblivious”

“I’m sure you aren't, Steve wouldn't go through all this trouble for someone who isn't..smart. But what you know about your husband is only what he's allowed you to see, in this life, there's so much that goes between looks and eyes,”

“Steve, it's this life that's changed him, changed all of us, swallowed him up until we couldn't even recognise each other. God I wish you could have seen him before, he was so carefree, ran like the wind couldn't even catch him. Your husband, evil like that is born in you, encoded into your DNA until you know nothing else" Bucky replies

“How do you expect me to believe that about him if you leave me in the dark all this time? You say Steve is a good man, well then tell me how” You reply

Bucky grinds his teeth, his jaw working as he weighs the metaphorical pros and cons of letting you in, and telling you things you he doesn't doubt Steve hasn’t. It was strange, Bucky felt it was wrong for you to be in this agreement with Steve so blindly, Steve had told him he wanted to protect you, but how can he say that when you don't even know what he's protecting you from?

With a gruff sigh, Bucky turns his neck to face you, delving into one of the main, if not the entire reason Steve is the way he is, and of course it had to be connected to you.

“About a decade or so ago, Steve was in love with a woman, she was everything to him, his breath, his bones, his love, she owned it all. Now it was about the time when Steve was ordained to take over from his father, it was a tradition since the Rogers planted their foot in the underworld, and it was once Steve's father did not take it lightly. Taking over meant your entire life would be dedicated to this throne, you would live, breathe and eat business, and for Steve, what he lived for was her.” Bucky shifts so that his gaze moves from the Manor. And like he's ashamed to be telling you this, to let the stark demeanour of Steve crack.

Bucky chuckles in the sort of way that wasn’t out of humour, your eyes strain as you peer at him, watching him scratch his jaw and tussle his brown locs free from their curls.

“Steve’s father could sense his weakness before it even started, I guess he thought Steve would realise what was at stake, the responsibilities that he had to honour as part of this family. That week before his coronation, Steve refused his father in front of an entire dining room of men. He refused to let go of her in exchange for his marriage to the throne. Told all of them that he was going to marry her and run off. And I still don't know if it was a show of discipline or plain evil, but Steve never got that chance” Bucky says.

“What do you mean?” You reply, your confused expression turning grim as you notice the bleak look on Bucky's face.

“She was- she was murdered that very next morning” Bucky replies, his eyes returning to you, as you whip your head back to stare at him in horror.

“Your husband, was paid by Steve’s father to murder his fiance” Bucky replies after a beat, your breath leaves your chest as you stare at him in disbelief, hands grasping the edges of your apron as you wait for the punchline, and Bucky stares at you in anguish as you realise there isn't.

You don't know what sounds leave your mouth, just the look of Bucky’s face tears you away from his gaze and the tears glide down your neck. You don’t bother to wipe them, you don't doubt there is more anguish to come, more revelations that will have your head spinning, more secrets that were kept from you.

“Hey, hey, look at me” Bucky replies

“I can’t, I didn’t tell you this for nothing alright? I can’t have you leaving here teary-eyed, you told me you were strong yeah? So be strong. Your husband is a murdering psychopath, he has been since he was a teenager, this mercenary job was done to get his foot in this business, and now you're all muddled up in it too. And Steve, he doesn’t want what happened to her to happen to you” Bucky replies, squeezing your arm to shake you back to the present.

“But why? Why would Steve’s father do that?” You reply

Bucky stares off into the curving hills of wheat and grass, shaking his head before replying

“It was Steve’s obligation, it had been since he was conceived, Steve's father thought he gave him a life free of responsibilities while growing up in that town, he didn't think that recklessness would follow him to Brooklyn”.

“Town? What town” You ask, and this time Bucky avoids your gaze, whispering incoherent obscenities under his breath

“That is something only Steve can tell you, me and Steve grew up together in Brooklyn during our teenage years. That place was something from before even that, before even me”. Bucky replies

You nod as you stare at the river that swirled across the Manor grounds, the shock of your husband's role in Steve’s becoming the invisible stone-faced don he was now didn't fully hit you yet. It was like you were numb, forced to put on a brave face in front of Bucky, who had trusted you enough to tell you about Steve.

Steve.

The man who you had believed conned his way into your life, and tricked you into a deal you didn't agree to now seemed different to you, you can’t fathom how a man like that, a man so instilled in the traditions of this world once defied it. Steve had once been so in love he was ready to disown his father's own expectations of him, and yet in the end it had gotten her killed, and it had left him seated on the very throne he despised.

“We should probably head back, lord knows what Steve would say if he knew you were still here” Bucky replies, pulling out a cigarette from his suit breast pocket, and flicking open a metallic silver lighter encrusted with the Rogers family heirloom.

The amber light that ignites the bud elicits a strange feeling that litters goosebumps across your body, it reminds you of a burning photograph, left to ashes and soot. You can smell the stench of it too, and Bucky watches you carefully as he clasps the lighter back into his pocket, nodding to the trail you had just come from.

Your mind is too preoccupied to remember walking back to the Manor, or even sliding into the car door Bucky had opened for you. Your mind circled back and forth between the answers Bucky had muttered under the sweet wisp of the morning breeze and the millions of questions that were met with the same silence and face of neutrality that Steve wore.

There was so much that you didn’t know, it hadn't hit you before, but it was so frighteningly obvious now. You were still the same foolishly naive girl that you had been 10 years ago, except this time, if Bucky had been right, you weren't being robbed of your entire autonomy.

You couldn't deny that since you had arrived in Brooklyn, you felt a strange pull that led you to Steve, you felt it the first time he walked into the diner, and although it was crowded by fear then, you can feel it in all its entirety now. For some strange reason, you hoped what Rumlow had said was just another thread of lies he had made you unravel, you hoped to god for Steve’s sake that all it was, was a childish attempt at getting out of babysitting.

You had steered your mind clear from falling down the rabbit hole of what else it could be, and the sinking feeling that begins to unfurl in your stomach now has you pinching yourself awake,  and forcing yourself to stare through the tinted car windows. You watch the blur of the pine trees crowding the curving roads and Bucky’s incessant tapping of the steering wheel over-stimulate your senses, resting your head on the window.

Perhaps Steve knew a thing or two about betrayal, and from the same man that had made you run halfway across the country.

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Indecent Exposure Pt. III: Poolside Promises

Summary: You convince Ari to finally let you have a little fun this summer. But at what cost? Check out Part One!

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Dad's Best Friend Themes, Older Men/Younger Women Themes, Brief Allusion to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Please heed all warnings. Part of my Indecent Exposure Series. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know.

Almost Two Weeks After Your Father's Departure...

You glide through the water effortlessly, seeking a brief relief from the summer heat. While the news had promised you and everyone else that today’s weather would be one for the books, the warnings still hadn’t been enough to prepare you for the heat that assailed you the moment you’d stepped out the back door. 

However, it’s not until you allow your head to break through the surface that you realize you were no longer alone. You had company. And he was also staring at you.

Again. It was something he had a habit of doing.

“Can I help you?” It’s a flatly delivered question. 

The man only shrugs, dragging a hand through his shaggy, chestnut brown locks. Frankly, he looked so much like his brother you were almost surprised that you’d never really noticed just how many similarities they actually shared.

Same striking blue eyes. Same massive build. Same chiseled jaw that looked great with or without a beard. But where Steve always possessed an aura or control, Ari emanated something a little more raw and untamed. 

You found found that it sometimes did funny things to those annoying butterflies that had seemingly taken up residence in your belly these days.

“Did you need something?” You try as you continue to tread water in the middle of the pool.

“Nothing you're quite prepared to give, sweet Clover.” Ari responds cryptically, his head cocking to the side as he continues to survey you. 

“Then why the hell do you keep staring at me?”

That was another thing you’d recently come to learn about Ari over the last couple of days. He didn’t seem to care whenever you decided to take a spicy tone with him – a fact you’d discovered when you’d found him sitting in your father’s study just the other morning.

You’d been so happy until that moment, especially since you’d previously been granted three days free of Bucky, Steve, and Andy. Your time alone had been glorious, even if it had proved to be short lived. 

You watch the older man closely, fascinated by the increasingly pronounced tick in his jaw. Hell, if he was allowed to stare then so would you. However, the question was, who would blink first?

Turns out, that award belonged to Ari. 

Humming a tune under his breath, he proceeds to grab a lawn chair before pulling it closer to the edge of the pool. Neither one of you says a word as he takes a seat, his sinewy muscles bunching and flexing beneath the thin fabric of his light gray t-shirt. 

“Just came out here to check on you.” He reaches up to scratch at his beard. “See how you were managing in this heat.”

“I’m managing by planning to spend all afternoon in the pool, like any other sane person would.”

“Ya know, I’m pretty sure Bucky and the boys made it clear that they don’t appreciate your little penchant for snark.” He muses, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.  

Probably. You inwardly concede. It definitely hasn't been winning you any favors. Which is why you often preferred to play the part of a mute. Whenever they allowed you to, that is.

“Doesn’t seem to bother you.” You respond honestly before closing your eyes and flipping your body so that you can float on your back, giving Ari a glimpse of your peaches and cream-colored bikini.

“That’s cuz’ not too much bothers me. I don’t allow it.” 

“Hmm…” You spread your arms, silently wishing you could simply float away from this conversation entirely. “Maybe you should talk to the others about that. Seems like I find a new way to piss them off every time I open my mouth.” 

“Nah.” Ari shrugs away your words as he continues to appear unbothered by the heat. “Something tells me they don’t quite know just what to do with a pretty little thing like you.” 

“Oh. And you do?” Well, you could safely say that you hadn’t been expecting that answer. 

“I’d certainly like to think so.” 

His statement hangs in the air as you both fall silent. While you weren’t quite sure what your would-be caretaker was talking about, it was definitely enough to make you think. And it’s at that moment that you decide to change tactics. Instead of floating here annoyed, perhaps it was time to use Ari’s seemingly indulgent personality to your benefit. 

A friend of yours was throwing a party tonight. And you wanted to go. 

When you’d previously brought it up to Bucky and Steve, they’d both hemmed and hawed over the subject – asking you all kinds of questions and refusing to give you anything more than a non-committal “we’ll have to see” or "we'll have to sit down and talk about it". And when you’d tried to play the ultimate trump card by calling your father, he’d sided with them. 

“I’m not there, pumpkin.” Your Dad had said while you’d been holed-up pouting in your room. “I asked your Uncles to watch over you, which means I’m gonna have to defer to them in situations like this one."

And, as luck would have it, you hadn’t been able to get your answer before they’d just up and disappeared on you like the overbearing assholes they were proving themselves to be.

“Yeah, well, I’m not sure I trust the judgment of anyone who’s crazy enough to sit out here in this heat and roast – not when there’s a perfectly good pool, like, right in front of them.”

“Not sure that pool of yours is big enough for the both of us.” Ari mutters, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. Although you get the feeling he’s talking more to himself than you. 

“It’s plenty big.” You eagerly reassure him, adjusting your position so that you can float closer to where your pseudo-guardian is sitting. “See? There’s aaall this space.”

For a second Ari appears unsure. And the closer you get, there’s no denying the fact that he was finally showing signs of feeling the heat. It’s hard to miss the thin line of sweat dotting along his brow.

“C’mon…” You urge, playfully splashing him. “Don’t be such a hard ass, Uncle Ari.” You decide to tack on the last bit for his benefit, all the while trying hard to keep the edge out of your tone. But if he notices, he thankfully doesn’t comment.

“Fine. Melt.” You heave an exasperated sigh when he still doesn’t move. Climbing onto a nearby pool raft, you turn your attention back to your companion. “Jesus, you guys are always so serious, like all of the time. I mean, what’s wrong with having a little fun?”

“Alright.” That’s all you get before he reaches to pull his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted body hiding beneath.

You scarcely have the chance to appreciate the sight before you’re treated to the sound of a splash. You let out a squeal as water goes splashing everywhere, rewetting your already rapidly drying body. Seconds later, Ari’s head breaks through the water.

“Happy now, princess?” He disappears again, only to reappear closer to where you’re currently lounging. 

“Depends.” 

“On?” He asks, seemingly content to tread water alongside you. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t at least admit that the man was kind of attractive.

Or, as your friends had put it, sexy as hell. Yeah, you weren’t quite sure how you felt about that one.

“Well…” You hedge, giggling when he splashes you to encourage you to hurry up.

“Out with it, Clover. A closed mouth doesn’t get fed.” Or fucked. He silently adds.

“There’s this party I kinda wanted to go to tonight. All my friends will be there and I haven't really had the chance to celebrate my birthday with them yet.” You finish, your teeth going to worry your bottom lip. 

Ari studies you for a moment as he tries to figure out the best way to respond. “What did Uncle Steve and the others say?” He already knew that you'd asked them, and he wanted to make it clear that he’s not one to be so easily manipulated. “I’m assuming you asked them first.”

“They said “maybe”. Well, two of them did anyway. But then they left without ever giving me a real answer.” 

“I see.” He offers you a cheeky grin while pausing to swat at a wayward fly. “Maybe we should call them. See if they’ve finally made up their minds–.” 

“No!” You shoot straight up on your perch, accidently flipping the raft and sending you tumbling back into the icy cool water. You come up sputtering and coughing, and while you can’t quite tell, you’re also fairly certain that Ari is laughing at you.

“You all good?”

“Yeah.” You gag, hating the taste of chlorine. 

Ari nods before moving to retrieve your float. He’s even kind enough to hold it still long enough for you to climb back on it again. Only once he’s satisfied that you’re secure does he seem interested in continuing the conversation. 

“So…it sounds like you really wanna go to this party. Don’t you, Clover?” 

“Yes.” You breathe, refusing to say anything more than that just in case he was actually considering it. You’re so desperate that you don’t even balk when he begins swimming towards the edge of the pool, dragging you along with him. He doesn’t speak again until he’s reached his destination. 

“Tell me, will there be any drinking at this party?”

“Wha–no!”

“Now’s not the time to lie to me, princess. Will people be drinking at this party?” He reaches up to cup your chin, his brilliant blue eyes boring into yours as if he's attempting to unravel all of your secrets.

One by one.

“I swear! Grace’s parents would positively kill her if they found out she threw that kind of party.”

Ari quietly mulls over your answer before deeming it to be honest enough for his liking. “How about boys?”

Fuck. While you couldn’t be honest, you also didn’t want to lie. Not when you were this close to getting what you wanted. Which was freedom. 

“Her little brother will be there. He’s a couple grades below us. But it's not like she can kick him out or anything.”

“Just her little brother, huh?” You could tell he was feeling more than a little skeptical. However, you’re surprised when he seemingly lets it slide. Releasing his grip on your chin, he gives you a little push, content to let you float away. 

“I swear. We can’t do anything too crazy with him around – he’d rat us out sooo fast.”

Please believe me. Please believe me. Please believe me. 

Holding your breath, you watch as he climbs out of the water. He makes a beeline for your towel, patting himself dry to the best of his ability before draping it over his shoulder. 

“Okay, sweetheart. I might be willing to make an executive decision on this one, provided you’re willing to do something for me in return. Something that’ll keep at least some of the heat off of me when it comes to dealing with Steve and the boys.”

What you didn't know was that they had already discussed your desire to attend this party – him, Bucky, Andy, and Steve – and they'd decided that the answer was "no". But since you'd gone the last couple days without throwing a tantrum, Ari felt inclined to give you what you wanted. It also helped that he found your bratty ways to be rather endearing.

So long as you weren't outrightly disrespectful.

“Anything.” The word flies out of your mouth before you can catch it. And just like that, that damn tick in his jaw is back.

“The only way I feel comfortable enough letting you go is if you promise to text me every 30 minutes. Doesn’t have to be long. Just a message to let me and the other guys know you’re okay.”

What the hell?

You open your mouth to protest before deciding you’re better off not. Right now, you’d take the win and try to renegotiate the rest later. 

“Take it or leave it, princess.” 

“I’ll take it!” You reply, albeit probably a little too enthusiastically. “Thank you so much!”

Ari doesn’t even crack a smile. Instead that damned tick of his only seems to grow even more pronounced. “Alright.” With that, he turns and begins striding towards the door. “I’ll, uh…I’ll get you another towel.” He pauses once he reaches his destination, turning to face you once more. 

“And Clover?”

“Yeah?” You call back, feeling happier than you have in almost two whole weeks. 

“Don’t make me regret this." Ari rumbles, allowing you to get a good, long look at his muscled, hair covered chest. "I'd hate for my kindness to come back and bite me in the ass. It would be a shame to start the summer off on such a bad note.”

“I…”

His words leave you so speechless that you can only watch as Ari proceeds to waltz through the sliding door, leaving you outside all alone once more. But not before reiterating his promise to bring you another towel so that you can get ready for lunch.

“Well, fuck…” Is all you can muster before rolling yourself off your float and into the cooling expanse of the water. You swim down to the bottom, touching the floor with both hands as you work to center yourself. 

You hold your breath for as long as you’re able before the need for oxygen forces you to resurface. As you greedily gulp air into your burning lungs you tell yourself not to give a fuck about Ari and his bullshit. Instead, you decide to focus on the most important aspect of tonight, namely…

Just what in the hell were you going to wear?

END

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𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — bucky barned × fem!reader × andy barber

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his bestfriend over to gift you a special present

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni, spanking, oral (f receiving), authority kink, dirt talk – like a lot, threesome obviously, light degrading and praise

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so this was originally for @georgiapeach30513 as a birthday gift but sadly it took forever to finish!! I still hope you enjoy it 😂, follow @sstanhoe-updates if you wanna know when I post turn on notifications! Like, reblog and comment !!!! some thinks may not make sense but I hope they do cuz I was tired while ending this thing

You woke up from the feeling of soft kisses between your shoulder plates. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked into the piercing blue eyes of your husband. "Good morning my love," he whispered against your lips before sealing them with a kiss.

“Are you ready for today?” He asked once you broke the kiss. “Well, I'm very curious about what you have planned…,” you giggled.

Your husband stood up from the bed which was when you noticed he was in an apron. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom calling, “stay in bed!”

You watched him walk away, your eyes wide as you saw that he wore nothing but the apron. That man was going to be the death of you.

“Okay, now close your eyes!” complying you closed your eyes smiling, your man walked around the bed and the next thing you felt was a soft satin fabric across your eyes and bound behind your back.

Excitement flooded your veins as his hands trail down your shoulders to your naked chest. A shiver run down your spine at his icy hands gracing your nipples that hardened in an instant and a shaky escaped your lips.

His hands traced further down your body, “good thing I left you bare last night huh?” he questioned with a smirk, “you always do,” chuckling at your answer he pushed the duvet away.

The cool air hit your prickling heat. You felt him leave the bed and assumed he rounded it as you felt the bed dip in front of you and rough hands gently pulling you down.

Thumb pressing over the nub of your clit he pulled another moan from you. He rubbed circles combined with his tongue sliding in and out of your heat.

A light wave of air fell against your pussy only increasing the fire within her. You moaned loudly as his tongue latched onto your throbbing cunt, diving inside your soft walls.

Your hand found its way into his fluffy hair gripping the strands strongly. A throaty groan left his mouth.

If it weren’t for the pleasure consuming every cell of your body you would have noticed that his hair was shorter and so was the beard, only a faint stubble left. His thumb pressed harder onto your sensitive clit before he removed his hand receiving a whine from you.

His big hands took your hand and placed it on your stomach while you gripped the bed sheets with the other.

Keeping the hand secured on your stomach he used the tip of his nose to nudge you weeping core. His tongue moved up and down your pussy, occasionally closed his mouth around your labia sucking harshly. All of your senses screamed, you could only concentrate on the pleasure brought by you from him and you were close to finishing.

“Andy,” you whimpered as you felt your knot tightening.

Lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “you wanna come my love?” you tried to nod desperately but your head was empty already. Andy's hand stroked your cheek tenderly.

“Then come for him, come for Bucky…,” at the drop of the name everything in you stopped. Promptly you set up ripping the blindfold from your eyes. You looked down and there he was, James Buchanan Barnes with his mouth covered in your juice.

“Hiya, doll.” Bucky grinned up at you.

You had no idea how to react. It had always had this little fantasy of yours to have a threesome with Andy and his bestfriend; Bucky.

The fantasy first came up when Andy and you had date night and you got tipsy revealing this secret to him but hope Andy would have forgotten it by now. Another day you had a chat about your boundaries, for both of you it was important to communicate, and you gave consent on surprises however if something did happen you didn’t like there was a save word.

“Do you like your birthday present my love?” Andy whispered, his hand stroking your stomache in a smoothing manner.

Your speechlessness caused Andy to worry and Bucky catched on, “doll if you don’t want this I can go, and we forget this ever happened.” “Bucky is right my love, we can stop right now.” Your husband added.

“No, no…I want this,” you muttered as you gained your thoughts back. Andy took your hand in his, “are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure,” smiling at him you squeezed his hand.

Bucky looked up at you with the same on his mind, “it’s okay, I promise Buck,” “the moment you’re uncomfortable-,” “I say the save word, seems like Andy filled you all in.” Bucky chuckled at your answer and nodded.

The former soldier pulled of his glove revealing his metal arm, a big part of your fantasies. “Come on man! We’re completely naked and you take off your glove?” Andy cut through your thoughts, and you had to agree with him. “You want me to take off my clothes doll?” his ocean blue eyes caused you to fall into a daze.

A firm hand on your chin pulled you back, “tell me doll, tell me what I should do.” Your breath hitched, Andy gave your hips a firm squeeze to give you a shot of confidence.

“Take your clothes off,” you ordered Bucky while trying to keep your voice steady. With a smirk Bucky obeyed and stood up starting to remove his blue henley followed by his dark jeans which only left him in his boxers. “All of it,” you added your voice slipping.

“Nah, you gotta earn it now.” Looking at him dumbfounded something snapped in you, “no, no. You told me to say what I want, and I want you to take all of your clothes off.”

Without missing a beat Andy gave you a smack on your thighs receiving a yelp from you, “behave or the fun’s over,” he growled. Bucky on the other found you amusing, “don’t worry Andy, I can handle it,” he reassured his friend before turning you, “did the excitement make you dumb already? I never said to tell me what you want me to do, I said tell me what I should do. I want and should is quite the difference doll.”

Andy couldn’t stop his laughter when he saw your expression, not only did you have a smart mouth outside the bed but also in bed and mix that with your bratty attitude you get a little sex monster as Andy liked to call it.

“I know the difference between the words,” you snapped receiving another slap on your thigh. “I’ve got enough of your attitude, we’ve got a guest and you’re acting like a brat,” Andy scowled you. Bucky watched the whole interaction with a grin, his metal hand sneaked up your thigh as you glared at Andy.

His middle finger slid up your slit collecting your juice with a knowing glint in his eyes before entering your leaking hole. The sudden intrusion caused you to gasp loudly, Bucky curled his finger hitting the exact spot.

Bucky added another finger as he looked up at you, “that shut your smart mouth for now?”

You wanted to sass him but were scared he’d take his fingers away and the second he added his tongue on your clit your head was empty.

Andy watched with admiration how Bucky pleasured you, he couldn’t get enough of the sounds you made. The whimper when Bucky would slow down his fingers or the almost pornographic moan when he hit your sweet spot, your high-pitched moans that mixed with whimpers as he licked your bundle of nerves.

Bucky didn't feel any different, his cock hardened from the sounds you made. Lifting his head from your core he looked at Andy with pleading eyes, "can I kiss her?"

With an approving nod Andy gave him the permission to kiss you. Bucky slipped his tongue into your open mouth, toying yours. Instantly your hand reached for his neck pulling him closer, a fight of dominance occurred which you knew you'd lose.

Andy stroked his cock while watching the scene in front of him play out. However he needed you now. Gripping your neck he pulled you away from Bucky's kiss catching you in his own siren kiss.

You felt like little fireworks were exploding in your stomach as you kissed Andy, nothing compared to him.

As he kissed you he rubbed himself against your backside, "Andy," you whimpered. Your husband's hand trailed down to your pussy stopping Bucky's movements. He drove his hands into the brown hair of the former soldier before latching onto his roots.

Bucky groaned as Andy tugged his head back, "you did a good job so far…however now it's my turn, but she can suck your cock if she begs well enough."

"I haven't made her come yet," Bucky said in a strained voice to which your husband chuckled, "you'll get the chance soon enough, but first she's gotta learn how to speak with our guests." Something about the way they talked about you made you more horny than before.

You couldn’t wait for Andy to turn around, right now Andy was still nice and more forgiving but if you pushed him far enough he would become the mean daddy that wanted to breed you and fuck you raw. Though chances were high he would be holding back since Bucky was present….

“And my love don’t even think about testing my limits, I wanted to give you something nice and you’re already acting like a little brat,” Andy whispered to you barely audible to Bucky.

Bucky rounded you and sat himself down next to you.

You looked up at him as he laid his hand softly on your cheek. Bucky admired you, for as long as he had known you he wanted you but had to hold his thoughts back until one day Andy stood on his front porch with the idea of a threesome as a birthday present for you. He had to admit that he was surprised Andy would even be into it.

Your hand sneaked to his boxers palming his hard cock and receiving a low groan from him. A big grin spread across your face at his reaction, then a hand slapped yours away. "I told you to beg for his cock," Andy’s voice startled you, his hand coming up gripping your chin.

With a defeated whimper your eyes drifted to Bucky, "please, please sir let me suck your cock. Let me be your cock slur, please I really, really want to taste you," you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Said man let out a low groan, "yes, god yes, Andy please let her suck my cock," Bucky now looked deep into the blue eyes of Andy who had a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Awww I expected her to be whiny but you? How good of you to ask for permission, that's what a good boy like you does…look at that my love. This is how a good sub behaves and not like a brat," Andy cooed as he grabbed Bucky's hair by its roots and pulled his face close to his, "you deserve a reward," was all he said before kissing Bucky deeply.

Your eyes widened at the scene in front of you and you got a tingly feeling in your cunt. As Andy pulled away a knowing smirk graced his lips, "you liked that huh?" no words were able to leave your mouth, but yes, yes you liked it very much.

Andy was like a drug for you and in combination with Bucky it was like you were in a continuous bliss of pleasure. Then your husband grabbed your hips to pull you onto his lap, right over his hard cock causing him to groan at the contact while you gave a pathetic whine.

"Suck his cock while I spank your pretty little ass and don't forget to say 'thank you, may I have another?' We will do ten for now unless you act out." Andy whispered against the shell of your ear and bent you over his lap while Bucky got in position.

Finally you were able to admire Bucky's throbbing cock, unlike Andy he was short yet thicker and you wondered if you could even fit him inside your cunt today. It had taken Andy several days to get you adjusted to his length, he prepped you with toys to make it easier for you as well as tease you.

You gently grabbed Bucky's thick cock, slowly moving your hand along to feel every vein. A loud smack, Andy’s first spank came suddenly with full surprise as you were lost in admiring the cock in front of you which you squeezed unintentionally at the sudden contact. It didn't hurt, the first one never did, but if you didn't thank him it would hurt a lot more, "thank you sir, may I have another?" You questioned meekly to Andy who grinned at you, "of course, my love," there was a hint of mocking in his tone.

You lowered your head down on Bucky's length collecting the precum from his mushroom-formed tip with your tongue, the raspy moan you got in response let a shot of warmth spread through your cunt.

Wanting to trade him you licked a long strip over the certain vein popping from his dick. Instantly Bucky locked his hand in the roots of your hair to control your movements. He looked up to Andy for a moment who gave him an encouraging nod. Just as Bucky pushed his cock to the back of your throat Andy gave you another spank, "thank you, sir, may I have another?" came your muffled voice from Bucky's dick, the vibrations sending him into more bliss.

"You're doing good, my love," Andy said as he stroked over your light red flesh and immediately sent another. Bucky pulled off his cock letting you take a breath, your eyes already stained with tears. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you whimpered.

The sight of you taking Bucky's dick made Andy even hornier and he desperately needed to be inside you. The grinding of your hips against his hard member showed him you needed him just as much. As you licked the former soldier again and concentrated on him Andy took the opportunity to slowly insert himself inside your vagina.

A gasp left your lips as you felt Andy stretching you out. "Oh, god sir…please," your husband wasn't moving and it was pure torture.

To take your mind back to him Bucky retook control of your movements on his cock, bobbing your head up and down, "yes, such a good little cockspur aren't you? Couldn't get enough and now you're filled with two cocks," he said as his orgasm built up, "dammit doll, imma come soon, very soon."

Andy laid his hand on your ass, squeezing your flesh as a method to hold on. You grew impatient and bucked your hips onto his, "fuck love, I know, I know but you're still as tight as a virgin." Then finally your husband began moving, harsh, pointed thrusts against your cervix.

Thanks to his experience with you over the years he knew exactly where to find your g-spot. Loud moans rose from your throat that were muffled everytime Bucky's cock hit the back of your throat.

Your husband landed another spank on your raw flesh as he kept pounding into you, "thank you, sir, may I have–" before you were able to finish your words Andy blew two spanks on your ass, "thank you, sir, may I have another? Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you repeated twice, you could already imagine how red your ass had to be.

"I'm coming!" Bucky moaned as he thrusted his hips against your mouth, filling your mouth with his seed before slowly pulling out and painting your face with the rest of his cum.

At the sight of you covered in Bucky's cum, Andy forgot about the spanking and the only thing in his mind was chasing his and your orgasm. He knew you were already close by the way your thighs clenched together, "it's okay my love, come for sir. Be the good little cockspur Bucky said you are…," endorphins exploded in your body at Andy's words and the knot in your stomach tore apart resulting in Andy following you suit and painting your walls white with his cum.

You tried rolling over but Andy held you in a tight grip, "Oh, you don't think we're finished yet do you my love?" "Yes, I still have to make you come and squeeze my thick cock in that tight little cunt of yours doll."

yeah I did that. I just ended it here

[jadedvibes]

Promises

Summary: You’ve been arranged to marry someone else, but with only one night left before Bucky redeploys, you decide to make a few memories you know you'll never forget.

Pairing: Soft Dark 1940s!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, loss of virginity, corruption kink, slight dub-con, a little sub!bucky, innocent!reader, arranged marriage plans, swearing, pet names, fluffy feels, angst, manipulation, dark!bucky, 1940’s au.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Hi @mickeyhenrys, I am your secret santa! 🎅❤️ Hope you enjoy this soft dark fic that incorporates a Christmas Party/Mistletoe to fit my prompts🎄And a big thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for coordinating this Tis the Season to be Thot-y challenge!

Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡

The annual Hodge Christmas Eve party was always all the rage, the whole neighborhood vied for an invitation to attend the grandiose and lively gathering. Your family had always wanted to attend, and this year was particularly special because an agreement had been made and an invitation was extended. 

The families spoke and you were promised to marry Gilmore Hodge, the son of the town's most successful businessman. Your father was ecstatic that Gilmore’s parents agreed because he knew you’d be well taken care of for the rest of your life. The Hodges’ were happy with the arrangement because your reputation was exactly what they wanted for their son. Your mother taught you the ways of proper homemaking, ensuring you had every domestic duty down perfectly. Together with that, you were obedient and lovely, but most importantly you were chaste. The ideal package for a favorable young man. 

After spending some time being excessively primped by your mother to look your best for your future family, and finally putting on your prettiest white dress, you were ready to go. This was what you had to do, it was your duty as a daughter, and defiance wasn’t your strong suit. Plus Gilmore was a hero, after returning home from the war he had earned even more respect than his great family name afforded him — he was an exemplary suitor. You would learn to care for him in time. 

However, the engagement had yet to occur, and your families had only just completed their negotiations. The party gave you and your parents the opportunity to see what the Hodge family was like up close; although it didn’t weigh very much in terms of what was already decided. You were told that you were extremely fortunate to be chosen for their beloved son. There was a line a mile long to even be considered for him, but you were the kindest and the purest of them all —it could only be you.

So you were going to put on a big smile and spend the evening rubbing elbows with the high class folks Gilmore’s family socialized with, because it was your responsibility.

The main thing that had you actually excited about going to the party was that you knew your wonderful old friend Bucky Barnes would be making an appearance. Throughout the years you had kept in touch through letters, and he recently wrote to you letting you know that he’d be there; saying he knew Gilmore from his time in the service, and that he was looking forward to seeing you. 

As a kid you always had the biggest crush on the guy because he was so effortlessly charming yet still adorably nerdy, the perfect combination. He was a constant in your life, and you weren’t willing to give him up, so regular letters helped keep you tethered together despite the distance. Somehow through every candid letter you felt yourself grow closer to Bucky, even closer than you were when he was still back home. His honesty, his vulnerability, his hope to see you again — it made you cherish him all the more.

Your mother knew about your elation over seeing him, especially given his valiant return from the war as well, but she urged you to be coy and downplay your enthusiasm. She didn’t want you to upset anyone in a way that could thwart her plans for your future. 

Bucky had a good reputation growing up, and your parents took no issue with you having him as a friend. But that’s all it was ever allowed to be.

While you secretly wished for a different reality, you couldn’t help but feel euphoric about at least getting to spend some time with Bucky, the sweet guy you always wished your parents took an interest in. Nevertheless, it couldn’t happen, he didn’t come from enough according to your father. It didn’t matter that he was smart, and kind, and everything you ever wanted. 

None of it mattered. Bucky would deploy again soon, so you had to have a memorable last night in his company. You didn’t understand how returning to the war worked, but that’s what he wrote in his last letter. The two of you would only have this one night to see each other.

Upon arrival at the party you made your greetings with the Hodge family, graciously speaking to them and then eventually Gilmore, who already had a couple girls vying for his attention. He was polite, but cared far more about returning to his little raving fan club. You couldn’t blame them, not everyone knew about your arrangement and he did look nice in his uniform. The snub stung a little, but you figured things would be different once you were married. 

Sitting with your mother by a warm roaring fireplace, you spoke to some other women that had arrived with their families. Chatter was lively, with beautiful jazz ballads drifting throughout the grand property; setting the ambience just right. There was a good reason everyone wanted to attend this party, the food was delicious, the decorations along with the christmas tree extravagant, and the company among the best known in Brooklyn. 

Your body buzzed with excitement and anticipation, knowing that any minute Bucky would arrive. Trying to stay calm, you focused on socializing to distract yourself, but it didn’t help. It had been so long since you’d seen him, your heart didn’t know how to play it cool. 

However, all that anxiety dissipated the moment he stepped in the room, his eyes immediately finding yours; you felt yourself and the energy calm around you — it was only you and him. 

Minding your manners you gave him a cordial nod before excusing yourself and seeking out a more quiet place to greet him. You smiled politely at the guests you passed as you made your way towards a quiet secluded hallway, all the while knowing you wouldn’t be alone for long. 

Bucky smirked, stepping into the empty corridor, away from prying eyes and the loud music. “Didn’t want to talk to me out there with everyone else, doll?” 

Finally seeing him for the first time in years, you dropped your proper facade and threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him. “Didn’t want to share is all,” you breathed, squeezing him tight. He held onto you with equal ardor, before you finally pulled back to get a good look at him. 

You’d only known from his letter that he’d make an appearance at the party, you hadn’t heard his voice or seen him in the flesh for far too long. He still looked like the sweet boy you always adored, but something about him seemed different. His aura didn’t feel as light as you once remembered it to be, but perhaps you were imagining things. Given all that he’d been through you could understand if some things changed. 

But then he spoke and you remembered that he was still your Bucky.

“I missed you so much,” he cupped the sides of your face and smiled broadly. “You’ve gotten even more beautiful, doll. Didn’t know that was possible.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his kind words. Shaking your head you smiled shyly before taking him in some more. He looked so handsome in his dress uniform, a touch more mature and muscular too — but still your Bucky. “How have you been?” you beamed.

“I’m alright, happy I get to see you,” he trailed his fingers down your arms before finally holding your hands in his. 

“Can you stay long?” 

Bucky shook his head. “No, I have to get back and get ready to ship out bright and early tomorrow.” 

“Oh,” you breathed, disappointment running across your features before you remembered to put on a brave face. If time was that limited then you’d make sure every moment was a positive one. 

He brought up a hand and traced his thumb over your cheekbone softly, dark blue eyes admiring you. “Glad I got to see you and say goodbye,” he gave you a small smile before stepping back and putting his hands behind his back, subtly distancing himself from you. He couldn’t get too close, he knew about the arrangement you had with Gilmore. 

You furrowed your brows at his stiffness, things weren’t like this before. “We’ve barely even caught up, what’s the rush? Who knows how long it’ll be this time.” Or if he’d even return. 

“I can’t, doll.” Bucky knew he shouldn’t be alone with you, yet he also knew for certain that he couldn’t go on knowing that soon you’d belong to someone else. 

“C’mon Sarge, you’ve gotta give me something to remember you by,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. “I can think of one thing that I could give you before some USO girl gets her hands on you,” you grabbed his hand and led him down a quiet hallway. Mrs. Hodge had given you the grand tour, and you knew your way around already. Her attention to detail with decorations throughout the home was commendable, just as her hospitality. 

“What is it?” he smirked, disregarding the quip. The USO girl’s always paled in comparison to you. There wouldn't be another, there would only be you. 

You tilted your head up at the mistletoe tied with a red bow hanging above the door you’d tugged him towards before meeting his gaze. 

Bucky peeked up before shaking his head at you with a mischievous smile. You weren’t making this easy, so he finally committed to his decision. He’d been tinkering with holding back, but there you were under the soft light, looking so gorgeous in your white chiffon dress. If he could only have this one night with you, he was going to take advantage of it. Stepping towards you, his hand loosely cupped the side of your face, before he leaned in close. “I can think of something more memorable than this, doll. But it’ll do for now,” he breathed against your lips. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest when his warm lips met yours. Certain and deliberate, making you gasp at his confidence. The grip on your face tightened before his lips parted, and suddenly his tongue was sliding along yours, expertly exploring your mouth. No man had ever kissed you like that. No fumbling or hesitancy, only desire in his actions. 

A soft moan slipped past your lips, breaking you out of the impassioned trance you’d fallen under with Bucky, reminding you that you were at a lively Christmas party. If someone had stumbled over and seen that little display of public affection they would inevitably gossip about you; leading to major consequences if your parents or worse, if the Hodge’s heard about it. 

“I have to go,” you whispered, stepping towards him to get away. 

“Why?” his hands found your waist, keeping you trussed up against the door. 

Your fingertips rose to touch your lips, still tingling because of him. “Bucky, they can’t see us like that. It– it was a bad idea.” You’d never been kissed with such passion and it made you feel things. Things you knew you shouldn’t for a man you weren't promised to — even if he was the only man you ever wanted a future with. 

“No, it wasn’t.” 

“Bucky.”

“What happened to ‘Sarge’?” He raised an eyebrow, his hands slowly wrapping around your body. “Thought you might give me an order or two, using my rank and all,” he grinned. 

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. “You know we shouldn’t, you know I’m–“

“I know about the arrangement, doll. I know that soon you’ll be married. But I also know that I’m leaving tomorrow and I might not make it back,” he looked at you solemnly.

“Oh, Bucky,” you frowned. “I know. I wish I knew what to say. Is there any way I can make this last night a good one for you?” you asked with hopeful eyes. 

His eyes darkened, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I can think of a few ways.”

“Like what?” you tilted your head.

“We can start with you giving me an order,” he quirked an eyebrow. 

Taking a quick peek around to make sure you were alone, you placed your arms around his neck once you ensured the coast was clear. “Are you good at taking orders, Sarge?” you asked sweetly. Maybe you could get him to give you a couple more of those kisses that made you tingle. 

“Wanna find out?” he nodded towards the door. 

“You wanna go in there?” your eyes darted around. You’d never been in this kind of situation, unsupervised no less. It was unlikely anyone would notice you were missing for long, but the uncertainty of what might happen if you were alone with him made you nervous. 

He shrugged with a lopsided grin, it’d have to do for now. You deserved far better than a rushed hookup, and one day he’d give it to you. But on this special night in your company, he had to improvise. 

Biting your lip, you nodded your head before turning around as he opened the door into the small room. 

“This can be our little secret,” he suggested as he followed in after you. 

Secrets were good, no one had to know, this would be okay. 

Butterflies were in your stomach, your heartbeat erratically thumping in your chest, but then his familiar blue eyes were on you, and your apprehension slowly melted away. You trusted him with your life, you always could, and if tonight was the last night you had with him, then it ought to be an unforgettable one. 

“I’d like that,” you hesitantly tugged at his lapel, bringing his lips back to yours. His hands drifted down your body, tightening the hold as they finally settled on your hips. The chatter down the hall, the music drifting through the house, it all faded away. Tongues tangled, bodies pressing up against one another. Nothing but the present moment filled your senses; a moment years in the making. It was always supposed to be Bucky, at least for the first time. 

Bucky sure knew how to kiss a girl speechless. When his hands drifted around and a little lower, you were too caught up to protest, not that you really would anyways. Swiftly he tugged you even closer, hands possessively on your ass, his hardened length pressed against your torso. 

The sudden shock of it all made you gasp against his lips. This was wrong, and deep down you knew that. But you’d never been embraced like this, never felt wanted in this way, and surely letting him have his way with you would give you both something to remember once he was gone. This was all you’d ever have with Bucky, may as well make the most of it. 

When his lips trailed down your throat, when his hands deftly unzipped your dress and when he undid your bra, you couldn’t utter a protest. As your dress pooled at your feet you felt embarrassed for a moment, wanting to cover up; that was until you saw the way Bucky looked at you. Longing paired with a pleased grin on his lips. 

You wanted to make him feel good, if only once.

“You sure are gorgeous, doll,” he groaned, tracing his lips down your neck, dipping his tongue over your breast. “Sure wanna make you mine,” he whispered before latching onto your nipple. 

“Please,” you whined, pleasure rushing to your core in an unfamiliar way simply by his touch. You weren’t really sure what you wanted, you only knew that you needed him to give it to you. Threading a hand through his hair, you held him close as he lavished your breasts with his warm lips. 

With his eyes steadily fixated on yours he stood to his full height, unbuttoned his jacket and slowly sank to his knees. 

“Do you mean it?” He gently kissed up your thighs.

You didn’t know what he was asking, but in that moment there was only one answer to any question. “Yes,” you whispered. 

Bucky leaned toward your clothed core, hands wrapping around your thighs. “Say you want me to make you mine, doll.”

The smallest touch sent shivers down your spine, the way his large hands felt against your skin, the way his warm breath felt through your thin panties. You were his to do as he pleased. 

“Make me yours, Buck–” you gasped as he tore through the fine material of your underwear. Heat immediately rushing to your cheeks. His tongue slipping between your wet folds. He thought he wanted one night without having to give or take any serious orders. Although this was one he was happy to oblige. He’d gladly make you his, entirely his. 

“Oh, god,” you cried, arching against his mouth. Him and his soft, warm tongue were going to be the end of you. 

His tongue gently stroked up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, before two fingers suddenly slid inside your tight hole. This was so foreign, and so wrong, yet you couldn’t find the words to make him stop; because they didn’t exist in your mind, and you didn’t want him to. 

He fucked you with his fingers, building slow to start then alternating with his tongue. Your mind was in a haze, you couldn’t fathom how Bucky knew how to do this. But there he was, looking up at you, continuing his sweet torture with a possessed look in his eyes. 

He wanted to watch you fall apart, he needed to be the first to see that. Your innocence was something he desperately wanted to sully and he’d thought about it more often than he’d care to admit. Getting the chance to ruin you. Some nights it was the only thing that gave him the determination to make it back home. 

Your mouth fell open when he picked up his pace, moving more roughly, and you couldn’t stifle the cry that slipped past your lips. 

“Might wanna keep it down, wouldn’t want word to get back to your boyfriend now do ya, doll?” he groaned against your pussy, returning to his task, lips latching onto your aching bud while his fingers pumped into you.  

“He’s not my boyf–” you sharply inhaled as he harshly sucked your clit. Throwing your head back, you moaned as you felt your pulse throb through your body. Heat washed over you as Bucky worked you through your orgasm. The sight of you falling apart above him was an image he would never forget. He’d caused that, and he needed to see it again. 

Before you could make a sound again he was up and his mouth was back on yours, swallowing your moans as he slowly finished you off with his fingers. 

“You sure are a beautiful thing,” he rasped, grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you ardently. Through hazy eyes you watched as he finally pulled his soaked fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Bucky,” you whimpered. “We should– it’s probably time that we head ba–” 

“Can I make love to you, doll?” His mouth cut you off, a tender kiss that let you taste your arousal on his lips. Heady and intoxicating. 

“Please?” he pleaded. “I might never get the chance, and well — you know how I feel about you.” 

Through countless letters and years of memories, you truly knew exactly how he felt about you. 

The least you could do was give your dear friend this final gift. He came back from the violent war once, and the odds of him finding that luck again would be even more slim. He deserved everything you had to offer.

“Okay,” you nodded your head. “Please be gentle.” 

“Is that an order?” he teased, smiling softly. Grabbing your hand he led you to the small bed in the corner of the room. “I’ll take care of you, promise.” Bucky swiftly undressed leaving him in just his dog tags, his eyes glazed with lust as they took in your body. This was real, you were there, you were his. 

Your eyes roamed over his broad chest, his chiseled abs, but then you stuttered a breath when you saw his hard thick cock. Oh god. It wouldn’t fit, there was no way. 

Before you could protest, his hypnotic blue eyes locked with yours, and you were under his spell. Your eyes lingered on each other's as the air became electric. He could do whatever he wanted, you trusted him. 

“Just relax,” he whispered. Laying you down, he softly peppered your neck with kisses as his fingers ran through your folds. You were plenty wet, but he didn’t want to hurt you. Mesmerized by the way you looked up at him so wide-eyed and beautiful, his eyes searched yours as he tried to ease his way into you, but he was met with resistance. 

“Take a deep breath, doll.” Circling his hips he worked on loosening you up, while you focused on your breathing, and then he slowly slipped further into your tight pussy. A groan escaped his lips once he finally bottomed out inside of you. Fucking exquisite. 

The intense pressure in your core was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, the feeling so different you didn’t know how to comprehend it. But there was no time to think, because suddenly Bucky was making love to you with gradual measured pumps. The sensation felt overwhelming yet more addicting with each passing moment. Your mouth fell open, and you opened your legs wider, experimentally trying to match his thrusts with your hips — that made it feel even better. He was so deep, so thick, you felt every inch of him as he moved in and out of you. 

He treated you with reverence, but with each stroke you felt yourself grow needier. Burning desire like a fire slowly building up in your belly. “H-harder,” you breathed, slapping a hand over your mouth before another moan could escape. 

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky mumbled, picking up his pace. That was another order he’d dutifully obey. He grabbed your knee and bent it up, hitting you hard in a spot that had you seeing stars. 

“S’ good, Buck,” you blubbered. No wonder this was a sin, nothing moral or right could ever feel this good. 

Bucky’s breath stuttered as he watched you; lust-blown pupils and messy lipstick, his pretty innocent girl utterly debauched all thanks to him. He captured the moment in his mind, burning it in his memory. Worshiping you, devouring you, ravaging the woman he dreamed so many nights about. He could never forget this. 

Tender lovemaking quickly turned brutal as he rutted into you roughly over and over, his face buried in your neck to quiet his own moans. 

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you let him get lost in pleasure; he was loving it, and you were grateful you could give this to him. Warmth started to rise up your body again, the coil in your belly tightening with each sharp thrust. 

“I wanna know what you feel like when you come around me, doll. I need it,” he groaned, pressing his lips to yours while his fingers swirled your needy bud. And like an order your body spasmed at his command. Bucky quickly placed a hand over your mouth to silence the sound you were on the cusp of letting out. 

Even though you knew this was improper, morality didn’t deter the way you responded to his strong thrusts, shuddering hard as waves of pleasure washed over you. 

“Bucky,” you mumbled, suddenly frantic with fear over what you’d done. He removed his hand and kissed you, silently reassuring you that this was good. He was right for you, just as you undoubtedly were right for him. 

“Shh it’s okay, sugar. I’m here.” He muttered your name as he came, relishing in the way your wet walls rippled around him. Everything he could have ever wanted. In the house of the man you were planning to marry, he felt bliss, love, and euphoria as he poured himself inside of you. 

Collapsing beside you, he calmed his breathing as you did the same. Both of you trying to process what this meant. You hoped this was enough for him, you gave him every bit of yourself, every last piece. Surely it had to be. 

But in his mind this was only the beginning. 

“I’m going to miss you, Bucky,” you laid your head on his chest, finally back down from your high. 

He gently stroked your face with the back of his hand. “Oh don’t worry about that, you’ll be seeing a lot of me.” 

You furrowed your brows and propped yourself up on your elbow to get a better look at him. “What do you mean?” 

He placed his hand around the back of your neck. “You’re mine now, I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to tell your father that Gilmore's out, and I’m in.” 

“Bucky, I can’t do that,” you shook your head with a soft smile. “That’s who my parents have chosen for me.” Sadly, it wasn’t up for debate. 

“You’re going to tell them it's me, or I’m going to tell them what we did. All the things you let me do, how much you loved it,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Now you wouldn't want that, would you?”

No, he wouldn’t. If anyone knew about this your reputation would be ruined, your family would be destroyed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was not the man you always adored. 

“You lied to me.” The ugly realization that your fate was unwittingly sealed fully dawned on you. 

He didn’t bother trying to deny it. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to take good care of you, I promise,” he smiled. “Get dressed, we have a tough conversation to attend to.” 

“Bucky, I–”

“You trust me don’t you?” He tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his dark gaze. 

Not anymore. Hesitantly, you nodded your head. There was nothing more you could do.  

He gave you a saccharine smile. “You told me to make you mine, and that’s what I did. Now c’mon we have a beautiful future to begin, and maybe we can fit in a dance before I take you home; well what will be your home for a short while longer,” he chuckled. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wordlessly retrieved and redressed yourself in the wrinkled garments strewn across the room. Disgust overcame you, tarnishing the emotions behind what you thought would be a beautiful memory you’d always cherish. 

Turns out your best friend wasn’t deploying and you belonged to him now. By some miracle, or more accurately some misfortune, he made it back home — and you were the reward for all his hard work. The violence and destruction he witnessed and took part in changed him, more than you could tell at first glance. 

You thought offering him your innocence before redeployment would be a sweet consolation prize. Never did you imagine your new reality, becoming Sergeant Barnes’ most prized possession. 

[awesomerextyphoon]

You: Awww!!

Sam: What?

Bucky: She saw a baby.

You: Leave me alone you two!

Bucky: It's just that your eyes light up whenever you see one.

You: I can't help it! I love it when they're eyes light up in wonder! Everyday is a new discovery!

Sam: I get it.

You: I don't know why, but I wanna protect their smiles and wonder. Lord knows I know what it's like to lose them.

Bucky: I know, doll. I know.

You: thanks for the hug, Bucky.

Sam: I need to call Sarah.

You: OOH! Ask her if my Jollof Rice recipe worked out!

Sam: I will. I will. Don't you worry.

You: Hey! The baby's waving at us! Hi baby!

Bucky: The baby's waving because we've been standing here for five minutes.

You: So!

Bucky: So, the parents are looking worried.

You: Shit! We gotta go! Don't look Bucky!

Bucky: Aww! The baby laughing.

You: Really! Aww-Damnit! The mom's giving us a look.

Concerned Mother: What lovely couple. A bit strange, though.

[pariskylar]

COLLEAGUES

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x black!OC CW: enemies to friends to loves; forced proximity; slow burn; explicit language; smut; 18+ (minors DNI); THIS IS WRITTEN FOR AND CATERED TO BLACK WOMEN Main Characters: Tiariana Smith James "Bucky" Barnes Chapters: 1 | 2 | 2.5