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[buckets-and-trees]

The Pool Party Op

Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader, Sharon Carter Word Count: 1.2k  Summary: Post TFATWS. The Power Broker hasn't made any major plays, but finding out who they are is still a priority. Bucky has been working on and off with Sharon to track them down as there are potential leads. This mission has them attending a luxury pool party in The Maldives.

Content Warnings: sexual situations (kissing, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration), strong language

Logistical Notes: Filling my twelfth square for Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo - Y5 "Pool Party" - and Hot Bucky Summer Week 8 - "How did you meet?" undercover mission, high stakes op.

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“You’re sure that–“

“Yes, I’m sure, Bucky,” Sharon cut him off over the comms. “I’ve told you a hundred times. Everyone here lives in the grey area and after everything you were technically responsible for leading with the Thunderbolts team, the status of you as the reformed and squeaky-clean good boy is not a widely held belief anymore.”

“I know you managed to get me on the Power Broker’s guest list, but I still think this is too easy,” Bucky murmured loud enough for Sharon to hear.

“Tell me when you haven’t been able to trust me.”

He sighed. “I know.”

“And if things go sideways and you have to go full Winter Soldier mode on someone, all the better for convincing them you’re back in the Big Bad Business.”

“It just feels weird to know I’ll be strutting around with the arm on full display.”

“So that’s the real problem. It’s a pool party. People will look at your arm, but then your abs are going to steal the show.”

Bucky could feel the immediate flush of heat rushing up his neck, over his ears, and cheeks.

“I’ll get you in. The plan will work. Just be ready to improvise – I only told you half the plan because I knew you would argue with me over the rest of it. I’m going radio silent now so you can’t bitch at me and because that was already part of the plan anyway. Make good choices, Buck. I’ll check in with you in twenty and see you at the extraction point in forty-five.”

Bucky closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a few deep breaths. This was, in fact, not the first time Sharon had gone rogue on a mission, but he did trust the track record they had together. He would never tell her a part of him reveled in the challenge that went with working blind or having to improvise. She didn’t need that kind of encouragement.

And he trusted her, which was more than he could say for most of the people he got assigned to work with or who assigned him to missions these days.

Bucky was always wary of putting operatives who were basically civilians into the field during missions, but he understood that sometimes the objective required it to ensure they achieved their objective.

Sharon had told him that much – that he would be working with a desk agent and providing cover for the mission in addition to actual security and extraction if it came to it. She said she would be talking to his assignment when he arrived, they would make eye contact, and then Sharon would move out so Bucky could move in.

They still didn’t have credible leads on the identity of the Power Broker, but merely being at the party, Sharon was going to mingle and grab facial scans for as many people as she could with the photo-contacts she’d been issued while Bucky assisted with the other key objective.

The Power Broker’s communications were behind an impenetrable wall that the team at the CIA had been unable to hack for over a year, so when they got a tip the Power Broker was hosting a glamorous end of season pool party at their luxury vacation home – or in this case, summer fortress. The play was to bring one of the CIA’s top hackers to a party Sharon was tapping into some of her old Madripoor experience to get them on the list for, and access and bleed whatever information they could from inside the system.

That hacker was you.

He sighed when he saw it was going to be a standard meet-cute play, sneak into the house to find someplace more private, and clearly that place would be the home office. He excused himself from the present company he’d been an idle party to conversation with and moved to the steps out of the pool, grabbed a towel from the rack, and wrapped it around his waist, then grabbed two drinks off a tray one of the servers was circulating around the crowd and approached you.

The plan was good. He didn’t like it at first, but he was sold on it now.

His lips on your neck, his right hand cupping your mound and his left hand palming the delightful weight of your breast in his left hand, grinding his hips against your ass, this plan was perfect.

The soft, broken whimpers escaping your mouth were satisfying, indulging a hunger he didn’t know he’d been suppressing until it was finally unleashed in this moment. Now he didn’t want to stop.

It seemed like you didn’t want him to stop either. 

The person who had come to check on the room and “caught” them was long gone, wouldn’t be coming back any time soon, and if they did they seemed too mortified to do more than check for noises and maybe knock on the door, but Bucky could tell they wouldn’t open the door again, so… he could stop, but there seemed no reason not to carry on.

He pressed hot kisses along the column of your throat from the base up to just below your ear, then paused to ask, “This okay?”

“Yes, yes,” you managed.

“You want–“

“More,” you moaned, putting your left hand over his to encourage him to continue his ministrations there, and clutched at his bicep with the other.

He didn’t need more encouragement than that. Bucky sunk two fingers into your slick cunt, and you rocked up against him. He smiled and licked the shell of your ear.

“Bucky…”

Your tone seemed almost hesitant, so he slowed for a moment. “What is it?”

“I mean more, Bucky,” you said.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you pushed back roughly against his hard cock. “You can have it, doll.”

Your hands reached back to tug his swim trunks down. He took over, pushing them down his thighs, and you hooked your own fingers into your swim bottoms to drag them down, and you leaned forward, resting your forearms against the desk, presenting your pretty pussy for him.

Fuck.

Okay.

He lined up the head of his cock with your slit, then pushed in and gripped your hips. The first full thrust he took slowly, sinking in balls deep. You were such a shy thing, and half of the fun once he’d discovered that had been flustering you, standing too close – because he needed to in order to keep the cover intact, the intentional but not strictly necessary touches, and now to have you decidedly not shy any longer as he pumped in and out of you.

He could do more missions like this.

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[firefly-in-darkness]

Hopelessly Devoted

Pairing → Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary → You visited the Harvest Festival and your boyfriend, James 'Bucky' Barnes surprised you.

Word Count → 1.3k words

Warnings → none, fluffy lovey dovey stuff.

Beta → none.

Prompts/Bingo Cards

AFG Square Fill → Grease AU - @anyfandomgoesbingo

AF Fluff Square Fill → Carving initials in a tree - @anyfandomfluffbingo

Sebastian Stan Square Fill → Blindfold - @sebastianstanbingo

Writer's Note → Well, it's been a while since I wrote anything, let alone shared it on here. This was something I had written last year and just gone over it briefly so hope you enjoy it.

Summer was fading; the sun was setting earlier, and the cool breeze was picking up. Bright greens, blues, and yellows disappeared and replaced with oranges, reds, and browns. Fall was fast approaching, and you didn’t mind one bit. Cozy cardigans, knitted stockings, roaring fires, and hot chocolate were calling your name.

The town’s Harvest Festival was in full swing; pumpkin patches, hayrides, corn mazes, and even hosted a fairground with a Ferris wheel and arcade games. Everyone from town was there, including you and your cousin, Danny. Who had conveniently just left you to show off his bowling skills to his girlfriend, Sandy.

"Hey Doll," the low timbre sent a wave of giddiness through your body.

"Hey yourself," you turned to James and returned his lopsided grin.

James was wearing all black and the trademark T-bird leather jacket. His hair wasn’t as slicked back as earlier. It was a little fluffier, and you prefered it that way too.

He presented a small stuffed teddy bear, "Told you I’d win something for you before night fell."

"And how much did that cost you? I bet the amount you spent would have bought three of these from the store!" You wrapped the bear in your arms as you teased your boyfriend.

"Where’s the fun in that?" He puffed out his chest in faux machoness, "Gotta prove my worth to a Zuko."

You giggled as he exaggerated and flexed his biceps. He turned his head to the side, and you kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, I love it."

His eyes sparkled with mischief, "Let's get out of here."

"What are you planning, mister?" Your eyes narrowed at him in jest.

“Follow me.”

Your gingham skirt and petticoat fluttered out and around you with each step as you skipped to keep up with James' longer strides. You bypassed the bright and colorful fairground. The laughter and joyful screams echoed with each stand and ride you left behind.

James didn’t stop at the coconut shy to show off his throwing skills or the Ferris wheel to charm you with whispered sweet nothings and to kiss you at the top. Instead, he diverted you to the exit and straight to his car.

James held the door open for you as you gathered your skirts and climbed into the car. He raced around the front with a massive grin, slid inside, and handed you the soft blue tie he had worn to prom last year. You'd only been on a couple of dates by the time prom had come around, but he'd made your heart swoon at the gesture of matching the color of your dress.

"It’s a blindfold. I want this all to be a surprise,” the quick explanation eased your confusion.

You nodded and placed the material over your eyes. It wasn’t thick enough to block out the light but obscured your vision enough to not see much in front of you. You tried to tie it but fumbled. James’ hands covered yours and took over.

“Are you going to tell me anything?”

"No, Doll. It will spoil it, but we'll be there in about 10 minutes."

Butterflies erupted in your belly, excited for what lies ahead. You thought of all the places that could be nearby and what the surprise could be. Maybe you were going to have one of those giant sundaes at Frosty Palace, or you were going to see a movie at the drive-in.

The engine started, and you released a small yelp. James laughed as you tried to regain your composure. The familiar sounds of the crackling radio filled the car. You relaxed against the leather bench and enjoyed the sounds of Bill Haley and His Comets.

The absence of Bucky's touch was brief as he held your hand while he drove. You're sure he could hear the race of your heartbeat, but you didn’t care. 

The car pulled to a stop, and you heard Bucky open and close the car door before opening yours.  A cool breeze wrapped around your exposed calves, and a shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t long before Bucky's warm hand took yours. You climbed out of the car as gracefully as possible. A slight snigger from Bucky had you doubting how well you achieved that.

You focused on your other senses and tried to work out where you were. The soft ground under your pumps meant you weren’t on the sidewalk. Birds chirped above, the slight rustle underfoot and the sweet scent of flowers wafted around. You almost screamed at the feel of something tickling your legs. You managed to choke it down but earned another snigger from James.

"Barnes, you're cruisin'." You mustered up a stern voice.

You lost James’ touch without a word. Your heart dropped as you reached out to find nothing.

"James?"

"I'm here. Gimme a sec, doll."

Your heartbeat returned to normal, and the fear of being left alone was gone as quickly as it had entered your mind. 

"Okay, I'm going to come up behind you now."

You felt the warmth before his torso pressed into your back. His body encircled, and a not-so-unfamiliar feeling ignited in your belly as he whispered in your ear.

"Hope you like this doll. You deserve the best."

James removed the blindfold, and it took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the fading sunlight. Slowly, you looked out over the golden meadow. The blanket, a wicker basket at one, and James’ leather boots on the other, at the foot of the oak tree made your smile widen.

You turned to James with your hands on his chest, "A picnic? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have."

He smirked and lightly kissed your forehead, "I definitely should have.”

Your head rested on Bucky's lap, his arm draped across your waist underneath the makeshift blanket of his leather jacket. Stomachs full from sandwiches and treats. The peace of being close to one another brought unbreakable smiles to your faces.

"Y'know what, doll, I'm so glad Ma moved out of Brooklyn last year. I miss home. But I’d never have met you if I hadn't come here."

You grinned up at him and caressed his cheek, enjoying the scratch from the stubble on his jaw. James leaned into your palm and peppered a kiss there.

His face contorted away from adoration to neutral in a flash. You might have missed the shift if you didn’t know him as well as you did.

“What you thinkin’ about stud?”

“Nothing, it's silly,” his cheeks tinged pink, and he looked away.

Gently, you turned his face towards your line of sight, “This is silly.”

You pulled a ridiculous face with your eyes crossed and tongue sticking out while rocking your head from side to side. James chuckled, and the crinkle of his eyes warmed your heart.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I’m hopelessly devoted to you,” He whispered back and kissed you once more.

After you enjoyed the last moments of the sunset, Bucky helped you to stand up. You brushed your skirt down and draped his jacket over your shoulders. Then you heard the sound of clicking and scraping.

You followed the noise to find James braced against the tree trunk. You unashamedly gazed at how his muscular arms and back shifted under his top. The propped foot at the roots gave an enticing shape to his behind in the already tight black denim. You almost missed him calling out your name.

Bucky moved away from the tree, closing and pocketing the pen knife to reveal his handiwork.

Yours and his name inside a heart, etched into the bark, for all eternity.

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[mccarthawrites]

Thanksgiving with the Barnes

Relationship: Bucky Barnes/OC!Rachel Barnes

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Bucky and Rachel host Thanksgiving in their small apartment.

Author’s Note: Rachel’s sister is Rose Roberts from Agent Carter.

Words: 1354

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It seemed like Rachel had been planning this Thanksgiving dinner for months. It was the first one she and Bucky were hosting since he’d come home. She invited his parents and siblings and her siblings, Rose and Fred. It would pack their tiny apartment, but it would be worth it. Despite his best attempts to help, Bucky couldn’t do much now being one-handed, so Steve was tasked with getting Bucky out of the apartment so he didn’t focus on not being able to help. So they decided to walk around Prospect Park for a few hours.

Rachel enlisted the help of her sister, Rose to help her cook and Bucky’s mother, Winnifred, showed up early as well.. Winnifred bought Rose and Rachel new aprons as an early Christmas gift. They came in handy with the three women doing their best with the small kitchen.

“George is bringing a small folding table because I don’t think Katie and David are going to fit at the table with the rest of us.” Winnifred explained as she prepared the Turkey.

“I’m sure we can squeeze them on the table.” Rachel told her.

“But he’ll bring the table just in case. Especially if your brother is coming. That’s ten of us.”

“I guess you’re right. I’m so glad you’re all joining us. I know Bucky is happy about it too.” Rachel explained. “It’s been a long year, but 

“Freddy said he might stop by for a beer or two. He’s probably eating at aunt Gladys’ house.” Rose reported.

“He’s going to come by and get a second dinner. You know how he is.” Rachel laughed. Alpine sat on the dining table, watching them curiously through the kitchen pass-through. Also probably trying to figure out how he was going to get a piece of turkey.

“How is my boy doing?” Winnifred asked. “He’s been adjusting well?”

“I think so. He’s okay. Just hates the prosthetics is all. I told him he doesn’t have to wear one for dinner.” Rachel explained. “But he’s already talking about having kids.”

“It’s about time.” Rose playfully elbowed her sister.

“We’d have to find a bigger place if we wanted to start a family, though.”

“Have you been looking? You could get a house in Queens.” Winnifred suggested.

“Queens? I don’t think Bucky wants to leave Brooklyn.” Rachel replied.

“Little dark haired blue-eyed babies. Imagine it, kid.” Rose smiled.

“I hope they come out looking like Bucky. They don’t need anything from the Roberts side.” Rachel laughed.

“Why? The Roberts have beautiful women.” Winnifred replied.

“Thanks, Winnie.” Rose smiled.

When Bucky and Steve returned to the apartment most of the cooking was done. They hung up their coats.

“Smells good in here!” Bucky knew better than to step foot in the kitchen. “You ladies doing alright in there? Need any help?”

“We’re fine.” Rachel greeted him with a kiss, but if you could set the table, I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Will do. Do you need anything else?”

“No. We’ve got everything else covered. Maybe put on a record or the radio.”

“Okay.”

“No Christmas music!” Rose yelled. “It’s too early for Christmas music.”

“What are you talking about? The radio has already begun playing Christmas music.” Rachel returned to the kitchen.

“Christmastime doesn’t start until the day after Thanksgiving. They’ve got it all wrong!”

“Sure, Rose.”

“You haven’t even gotten your Christmas tree up yet, so you agree with me somewhere deep inside.” Rose teased.

“We haven’t gone to get our tree yet.” Rachel told her.

“We usually don’t set up our tree until the first of December. We have an artificial one so we don’t have such a mess at the end of the season. Oh! We found Bucky’s ornament from his first Christmas. I have to drop it off sometime soon.” Winnifred explained. “We have one for all of them.”

“That’s adorable. I wish someone would just marry me already so I can have cute family traditions already.” Rose whined.

“It’ll happen. You just have to stop looking for love and it’ll find you.” Winnifred replied.

“How’d you meet George?” Rose asked.

“He was working on my daddy’s car. He was so handsome. Asked my daddy’s permission to take me out on a date. The rest is history.” Winnifred explained.

“Why can’t I have that?” Rose asked.

“You will.” Winnifred smiled. “Stop worrying.”

“What about the man from work?” Rachel asked.

“Which one?” Rose laughed. Someone knocked on the door. Steve opened it to find George and the kids.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” George called from the front door.

“Happy Thanksgiving.” Steve smiled.

“Where’s Alpine?” Katie pushed past her father into the apartment.

“Hi, Pop.” Bucky greeted his father.

“How are ya, kid?” George asked.

“I’m doing alright.” Bucky took George’s jacket and hung it up.

“I brought a table for the youngest incase they didn’t fit at the table.” George set the folding table against the wall.

“I think we’ll all fit at the table, but thanks.”

“Hi, Buck.” Rebecca hugged him.

“Wow! You’ve grown at least four inches since I last saw you.” He teased. Her eyes narrowed, unimpressed by him.

“Hello, ladies.” George greeted them through the pass-through. “Do you need any help in there?”

“Not yet, but you can bring the turkey to the table in a few minutes.” Winnifred told him.

“That’s great news! I thought we were going to have to wait longer to eat. It smells so good in here. I cannot wait.” He told them. David and Katie had found Alpine and were playing with him. “How’s the factory treating you?” George asked his son.

“It’s alright. Nothing to complain about.” Buck shrugged.

“If you ever need a change of scenery, you’re welcome to come work with me at the garage.”

“Thanks, but I already told you, I don’t think I can work on cars with-” He pointed at his empty sleeve.

“We’d find a way. They’ve got prosthetics nowadays for nearly everything. I’m sure there’s one for mechanical work.”

“That’s okay, Pop. I don’t mind the factory.”

“George, can you bring the turkey to the table?” Winnifred asked.

“Only if you give me a kiss.” George got up and walked to the kitchen. Winnifred kissed him as she handed off the turkey.

“See. That’s what I want.” Rose commented, making Rachel laugh.

“Come on. We gotta bring this stuff to the table.”

“Honey, that's what I had children for.” Winnifred replied, teasingly. “David and Katie go wash your hands and help us bring things to the table please.”

Once they had brought all the food to the table, everyone was seated. Winnifred said a prayer and they began going around saying what they were Thankful for while Steve carved the turkey, starting with Winnifred.

“I am grateful that the war is over and my family is together again. I am also grateful that we’re all together today.” Winnifred smiled. “George?”

“I’m grateful to see all my children around this table. I’m also grateful that we have Rachel and Rose in the family.” He playfully winked at Bucky.

“Oh. Uh- well I’m glad you’re all here. I’m grateful for my wife and this meal that she prepared with mom and Rose.” Bucky took Rachel’s hand in his and kissed it.

“I’m grateful Bucky is home. And I’m grateful for you all. So thank you for being here. Rosie?”

“My turn? Well I am grateful for the Barnes family. You really are some of my favorite people. Who’s next?” Rose asked.

“I’m grateful for Alpine!” Katie exclaimed, making everyone laugh.

“I’m grateful that we’re all together again. Like mom said.” Rebecca kept her eyes on her plate.

“I’m grateful for-” David thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know.”

“Could be anything.”

“Oh. Well- I’m grateful for mom, Rachel and Rose for making the food!” David told them.

“Stevey?” Winnifred asked.

“I’m grateful for everyone at this table. You guys all mean the world to me.” He continued carving the turkey. Bucky and Rachel’s heart swelled with the love they had for everyone. For the first time since the war ended, things seemed normal again.

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Radio for the Jurassic Park

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by cowprintharry

Bucky Barnes becomes a radio host for a segment that plays the thirties and forties music, thinking only the nursing home across the street and the ladies that play poker with goldfish listen in. Across the bay, a certain super-solider is listening to connect with his past, but also to hear the lovely voice the host has. Natasha just wants to see how this plays out.

Words: 1580, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Fluff, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Nomad Steve Rogers

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[thatmexisaurusrex]

Bucky By Night

Photo from Here. I spliced and overlapped this radio intro, the start of this song, and this wolf sound together to make the jingle.

| Pairing: Sambucky | Rating: T | WC: 6.3K |

Summary: Sam Wilson has discovered his new favorite radio show. He may or may not be calling in every day to talk to the show's host.

Excerpt:

“Thank you for calling into Bucky By Night,” said the voice from the radio, as if excited just getting a caller, “What are you calling in for, Sam?” Sam should be saying something. About the story Bucky told. Maybe just hang up. But Sam couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop himself as the words just toppled out of his mouth. “Bucky By Night?” Sam said, “What are you by day, then?” On a winding road, off a beautiful, murky gulf coast, the sun not quite creeping up onto the horizon and painting the world in an orange tinge, Sam had asked a man what might have been the corniest pickup line in the world. Bucky cackled on the other side of the phone. Because of course this man’s a dork. He ran a horror show from midnight to six in the morning on the radio. “You know, for the entire year I’ve been doing this, no one has ever asked me that, Sam,” said Bucky warmly. Amused. And Sam couldn’t help but smile at that. “So? Are you telling me what you’re called or what?” asked Sam, giggling.

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[jstarswrites]

Love On Air

Reader is a radio show host with best friends Nat and Wanda. Bucky is also a radio host with Steve and Sam. Different shows, same parent company. When the bosses get together and decide having the two teams mix and hang out would be good PR, Y/N soon realises there's more to Bucky than his on air persona. And soon, feelings begin to mature. One things for sure, this show is one you dont want to miss.

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[sunmoonandeddie]

all the riches, baby, won't bring what your love can bring

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 6,906

summary: The Crime Whores cover the story of the Barnes's Gang, who robbed over twenty banks in fifteen years.

warnings: swearing, violence, smut, cnc, bank robbing, murder of a rapist, mention of rape, i guess this counts as slightly dark!bucky, i'm trying really hard to not spoil it while also properly tagging

a/n: I really fucking hope y'all like this. I feel like it's both not like what I usually write but at the same time... is? I don't know. Either way, let me know what you think! I love you!

“Hey, Crime Whores, welcome to another episode of Killer Love,” the host, Caroline Trouper, said after the theme song faded into the background, “where we talk about crimes committed by family, friends, and lovers. I’m Caroline.”

“And I’m Lizzie,” her cohost, Elizabeth Holloway, said.

Caroline grinned at her best friend, before looking at her laptop. “Today we’re going to be talking about a group of friends that robbed over twenty banks in the span of about fifteen years, and were only caught after their deaths due to diaries found by two of the members’ children. It started when the two leaders of the gang, Mr. and Mrs. James Barnes, had been dating just a year, when she was only twenty and him twenty-eight. But the heist we’re specifically going to go into today occurred about a decade in, after they’d gotten married...”

“No man could test me, impress me. My cash flow would never, ever end,” I hummed under my breath as I opened the front doors of the bank, willing myself to believe that today would be a good day no matter what. My coworkers were already inside, having gotten everything prepped, but I didn’t have to be there until right at nine when we opened to the public. “‘Cause I’d have all the money in the world if I was a wealthy girl…”

One of my coworkers, Kiera, gave me a warm smile as she passed me with a warm, “Good morning, Val.”

Name tag glimmering in the light, I greeted her back as I got to my desk, setting my purse in the little cubby underneath.

It was quiet, as it was every morning, save for the few early morning customers and the quiet radio playing in the background. It was Brooke’s turn to choose what station we listened to, I was pretty sure.

Made sense why it was smooth R&B compared to Nina’s country station yesterday.

“God, I still can’t believe that your husband managed to find a ring so beautiful,” Leona said, taking my hand to inspect it for what was probably the millionth time in the few months I’d worked there.

“I just can’t get over how close your ring looks to the Harry Winston bridal couture emerald cut,” Nina added, the other girls not hesitating to join the two in admiring my engagement ring and matching wedding band. They were just like any other midwestern girls that were obsessed with weddings and babies.

And they had asked me many, many times when my husband and I were finally going to have said babies.

Cheeks hot, I moved my hand to let the diamonds glitter in the soft lighting on the bank. “He did do wonderful, didn’t he?…” A dreamy sigh fell from my lips as I got caught up in looking at my ring. We’d only been married a handful of years, but it still felt like we were in the honeymoon phase.

“So what’s your secret to a happy marriage?” Leona asked.

“Oh, please, have you seen her husband?” Kiera laughed as she nudged my hip. “I think any marriage with a man who looks like that is going to be a dream. A dream marriage with a dreamboat.”

Smirking, I poured myself a cup of coffee, pouring in a generous amount of creamer. “Well… we never go to bed angry. We both agreed early on that no disagreement can’t be fixed with a calm, civilized conversation… We’ve been in couple’s therapy since we got engaged instead of using therapy as a last resort…” A slow smile crept onto my lips as I saw how they all seemed to be hanging onto my every word. It made me sad, thinking about how even those in steady relationships felt unfulfilled, lonely, with their partners. I took a slow sip of my coffee, crossing my ankles as I leaned back against the counter. “And we also have lots and lots of absolutely filthy sex.”

The other women were all squealing and giggling, even though Carol Ann (who usually hid in the back by the drive thru) seemed more than a little disgusted.

Though, Ben didn’t seem too happy either. His nose was scrunched up from where he sat listening in his office, his name emblazoned across the plaque on his desk with ‘BRANCH MANAGER’ underneath.

He thought he was a fucking hot shot.

I tried not to cringe as he got up out of his rolling chair and sauntered towards my direction, unbuttoning the cuffs on his pristine button down shirt. Maybe if I pretended to be busy getting all logged into my computer and ready for the day, he’d leave me alone.

But no such luck, just like always.

“Sweetheart, when are you gonna let me take you out for dinner?” He asked as he sidled up closer to me, his voice low and grating on my ears. The man always smelled like McDonalds french fries. “Hm?” His hand found the small of my back, giving me shudders. “To discuss your… career, of course.”

The most frustrating part of his never-ending advances on me was that all of the women I worked with knew what was happening, they saw me deny him and try to get him to stop, and they did nothing. Nothing.

The one man that worked in the bank besides the night janitors and the one security guard, and everyone was terrified of him.

I was terrified of him.

Though I suppose I had every right to be.

A large part of me wondered what the other women would say or do if they knew the whole story, if they knew everything that he’d done to me. It seemed that as long as it wasn’t them being sexually harassed, it was okay.

I’d come to dread my days at the bank more and more often, with how he pushed the line further and further, even completely crossing the line one night where it was just the two of us closing that had ended up with me sobbing in my husband’s arms, feeling dirty and used. I could usually make it about five minutes into my shift, being hopeful that he wouldn’t bother me, before it was dashed and my day was ruined.

It took everything in me to not call my husband and beg him to come pick me up just minutes after he’d dropped me off.

A shocked squeak escaped me as his thin fingers grabbed my ass roughly, going as far as to give it a shake and then a small smack.

“Mr. Donovan!” I snapped, whirling around to glare at him. “May I remind you that I’m married?”

I could only hope reminding him that another man had a ‘claim’ on me would work this time. Most of the time it didn’t, but I could give it a shot.

“And?” He said with a laugh, his hand that had been on my ass going to his belly. “No marriage is of any importance to me. It’s not my vows.”

My face felt hot as he left me there to go back to his office, the other women not so subtly sneaking glances at me as I got back to work. I willed my trembling hands to calm down, taking a chug of coffee.

It was like any other day.

That is, until I heard Kiera gasp just two hours into my shift, and I looked up to find a terrifying sight. The mug in my hands slipped from my fingers as I stared at a group of seven people in ski masks, covered from head to toe in black.

The one in front smirked slowly at the sound of the mug shattering.

I didn’t even register the painful burn of the coffee against my skin.

As soon as the security guard rushed towards them, one of the intruders jammed a syringe into his neck, and we all watched as he slowly sunk to the ground, passing out.

But then someone’s attention turned to me. “Did you burn yourself, honey?” The man in front asked as he slowly walked towards the counter, his voice low and gruff. His boots made heavy thuds against the marble flooring.

It was only then that I realized that he was talking to me, and that I did, in fact, burn myself when my mug fell from my hands. It had taken me a moment to realize that his piercing eyes were also locked on my face.

“I-I’m fine,” I said, voice cracking. Wobbling in my heels, I tried to not stumble backwards in fear as he got closer to the counter, his glove-clad hands slamming onto the oak harshly.

His head tilted to the side, and I was only able to see his icy blue eyes and his lips as they pressed into a thin line. He was clearly assessing me. “You want me to tell you how things are gonna go?” He asked, his voice soft.

Even though he was only looking at me, it was clear he was entirely aware of everything around him. From the spot to the security guard had crumbled to the ground to the few members of his group ensuring that no one pressed any alarms to how the person who seemed to be his second-in-command was dragging Ben out of his office by the back of his shirt and forcing him to kneel in front of him.

I nodded stiffly, my throat dry. “Y-Yes. P-Please don’t hurt me,” I begged, tears welling up in my eyes. “Please…”

“Don’t worry,” he said, his gloved hand gripping my chin roughly as he examined my face. His thumb ran over my lower lip, his icy eyes meeting mine. “Such a pretty face. Might have to fuck it.” The intruder then jumped the counter in one swift movement, causing me to stumble backwards. But he quickly grabbed my arm and righted me, before shoving me in the direction of the large vault door. “Come on, open it up, honey.”

But before I could even reach to enter in the combination, Ben was trying to rush the man. It was no surprise to me that he would consider money more important than any of us that actually worked in the bank. However, he was no match for the ringleader.

The man, who was built like a linebacker, grabbed him by the throat and easily slammed him against the closest wall, rattling the pictures hanging on it.

I’d never seen Ben look so small.

“P-Please. Please, don’t hurt me,” he begged as he clawed at the hand holding him, choking on his words.

“I don’t think I like you very much,” the man said, squeezing a little tighter. Something about the way that his eyes narrowed felt so personal. He then leaned in, and whispered something in his ear that no one except him could hear.

Ben’s eyes went wide, and then flicked to meet mine. He looked absolutely petrified.

He looked like how I’d looked that one night I had to close the bank with him.

Good. He deserved to feel that kind of fear so he could understand what he’d done.

Then I watched that fear die out as the man snapped his neck in one smooth movement.

Brooke let out a bloodcurdling scream, Leona falling to her knees. Every single one of us was in tears, hysterics even.

But I had to remain calm. Taking in shuddering breaths, I reached out and placed my hand on the cool metal of the vault, letting my fingertips run over the lock before I slowly entered the combination.

“FOUR! BRING THE BAGS!” He shouted suddenly, making me jump what felt like a foot in the air.

“They’re calling themselves by number,” Leona said quietly, looking between them. “S-So we don’t learn their names.”

“Very observant,” the intruder behind her said. It was a woman’s voice.

The one that must’ve been four rushed into the vault with seven bags. “There’s more out there, but I figured we’d start with this,” the man said, sounding much younger than the one who was toying with my hair, the one who had killed Ben.

“Sit,” the one in charge ordered, shoving me to the corner of the vault, furthest from the door so I couldn’t run. “Just sit there and look pretty for me, yeah?” He said as he and Four quickly loaded up the bags with money. They were completely clearing it out, not wanting to leave even a penny behind. The man’s lips quirked up in a smirk as he glanced at me. “Maybe take your top off or spread those pretty legs and give me a show, if you’re feeling generous.”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I pressed myself back against the cool metal of the safety deposit boxes. He didn’t seem to be too concerned with those, only filling up the bags with the stacks upon stacks of cold, hard cash.

“How have no customers come in?” I asked, brows furrowed as I tried to peek out of the vault just for him to snap his fingers at me to sit back in my place.

They had long since filled up the original seven bags. According to my counting, they’d filled up about eleven with a lot more to go. This had clearly been meticulously planned, because otherwise how the hell would they be able to take their sweet time?

“Put a sign on the door saying that the bank is closed for employee training and deep cleaning, and that you’ll be open again tomorrow,” he said with a shrug. The man was slowing down as the stacks of cash grew smaller and smaller, as I watched him fill four more bags.

How long had we been here?

How long had it been since they’d entered?

Holding up a band of hundred dollar bills to the bright lights, he slowly turned it back and forth. He was… admiring it. “Have you ever been fucked on a pile of money?” He drawled, a slow smirk covering his face.

The man’s voice was deep… slow and gravelly. Dangerous.

It almost sounded like how I expected an outlaw in the Wild West to sound, minus the southern drawl.

It seemed I took a bit too long to answer, because he got to his feet and walked over to me with slow, measured steps. Whimpering, I squeezed my eyes shut as he crouched in front of me.

His fingers trailed over my cheeks, wiping away a few leftover tears. “You’re so pretty when you cry.”

Stubbornness rearing up inside of me, I suddenly opened my eyes and spat in his face.

The man sat back on the balls of his feet, staring at me in dark surprise as he ever so meticulously ran his tongue over his top lip to clean away the saliva that had landed there.

The air crackled between us as I waited for his next move. It was much harder to read his face when it was almost entirely covered by a ski mask.

But his blue eyes flashed with something I couldn’t name.

And then he struck.

His large hand snatched out like a viper, grabbing my neck and forcing me into an absolutely filthy kiss. Teeth knocking, lips swollen, he didn’t seem to care, if the hardness in his tactical pants was anything to go by.

“Please don’t! No!” I begged desperately as I broke away from the kiss, shoving at him in any way I could. But it was no use. “Please! Please! I-I’m married!” I tried to scream as he pushed me to the ground, his hips heavily resting over mine, keeping me locked in place.

The man sneered as he took my nametag from my shirt and tossed it to the side in disgust. “You wanna play pretend, pretty baby? I’ll play pretend. I play house as your husband,” He taunted, smirking as he looked down at my squirming form. Using one hand, he grabbed both of mine to pin them above my head, before freezing when he inspected my left hand. “That’s a nice little ring, honey. Maybe I’ll just take it for myself. A souvenir of our time together.”

I shook my head rapidly as I tried to get out of his hold, screaming as his large, gloved hand ripped at my blouse, sending buttons flying. “NO! NO! Please!” I snapped, trying to kick him off of me as he took my wedding rings from my finger, even as it became more and more hopeless. “Please! Please, don’t do this!”

He didn’t listen to my pleas, not that I expected him to. Instead, the hand that had ripped off my blouse moved down to my skirt. His eyes locked on mine as his fingers found the zipper at the back and he every so slowly tugged it down. “It’s cute that you think begging will help,” he drawled, slowly pushing the skirt off of me. It was like he didn’t want to rip it, which confused me considering his lack of regard for my blouse.

“What is he doing to her?!” I heard Brooke shout angrily from out in the lobby. “LET HER GO! VAL!”

Lower lip wobbling, I couldn’t break my gaze from the stranger’s. “Please. I…” I needed a last ditch effort to try to get him to stop. “M-My husband and I are trying to h-have a baby. I’m not on b-birth control. Please don’t do this…”

He stared down at me in the skimpy matching lingerie, the baby pink silk thong and bra soft against my skin. “Maybe your husband needs a little help knocking you up, honey. You wear this shit to work? You’re just asking for me to take you.”

When my bra and panties were removed, I knew it was truly the point of no return. There would be no stopping this horrible monster.

The man used my ripped blouse to tie my wrists together so he could have use of both hands, the soft fabric cutting into my skin. His gloves were almost cold against my skin as he gripped my thighs, leaning back as he spread my legs wide. “Aw, what’s this?” He asked as he peered down at my core. “Already been fucked today? You two really are trying to make a baby, aren’t you? Walking around with his cum dripping out of you?” He leaned in, nipping at my thigh before licking through my soaked folds with a deep moan. “I knew you were a dirty little girl the second I laid eyes on you,” he said, his hands working at his pants as he cleaned my husband’s cum out of my cunt. Like some kind of pleasure expert, he found my clit in no time at all, teasing it with soft flicks of his tongue. “You’re all wet for me, dove… You like being used like this, don’t you? Like the good little slut you are.” There was a moment when he stopped and searched my face. “You like this, don’t you?” He must’ve found something he liked, because then he got right back to it.

The sound of his zipper being undone filled the air, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts,” I chanted over and over and over. His mouth on my core felt like absolute heaven, sending shudders down my spine.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

The man’s touch disappeared from my weeping pussy, and I felt him moving over me.

The blood curdling scream I let out when he pushed inside of me felt like it rocked the building.

“You’re so ready for me, so wet and warm,” he taunted, reaching down with a gloved hand to rub my clit. “You sure you didn’t want this, honey? Hm?”

Tears slipped down my cheeks as he moved against me, pleasure sparking throughout my body wherever he touched me. “No! No! Stop!” I tried to say, though my words were dying out.

His lips found my neck as he groaned, leaving hickeys in his wake. One of my nipples caught between his teeth as he bit my tit harshly, enough to leave a mark.

All I could think about was everyone else in the bank being able to hear the mixture of my pleading and his moans and my moans and the slap of skin on skin. It was humiliating.

Everything felt like a blur until an unexpected wave of pleasure came over me and I cried out, back arching up off the cold marble floor. I was so dazed that all I could do was lay there, trying to catch my breath as he used my body to completion, filling me to the brim.

The man gripped my face with his hand, kissing me fiercely. “You’ve been a real good girl for me, honey,” he said slowly, breathless as he pulled his briefs and pants back into place. He patted my cheek before getting to his feet, grabbing the remaining bags. “You have a nice day now, you hear? And who knows? Maybe I finally finished the job your husband couldn’t.”

I laid in the bank vault completely naked, hiccuping. The man’s cum was dripping out of me, creating a puddle on the freezing cold floor. I had no idea if the intruders had left yet, if the police were on their way. I only knew that the criminal who had just been inside of me wasn’t in the vault any longer.

My wrists ached as I tried to get them free of my blouse. Maybe I could get free before my coworkers came in and caught sight of me, saving me the humiliation.

“Valerie?” Kiera whispered in the doorway, slowly moving to my side. “Don’t come in!” She shouted at the others, keeping them back as she untied my wrists and got me back in my clothing, even if my blouse had to be fastened with safety pins that were passed around the corner to the woman. “It’s gonna be okay,” she said reassuringly as she guided me to my feet. “Can you walk? That’s it. You’ve got it.”

My heels had been abandoned inside the vault, my bare feet silent against the hardwood flooring of the bank. “Can… Can you call my husband?” I asked weakly, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.

Outside, I could hear the sirens of the police as they approached.

The ambulance that arrived at the scene rushed me to the hospital and into a private room. Everything felt like a blur as they tried to ask me questions, tried to get an account of what happened.

I just wanted my husband.

“Hi, Sebastian, this is Kiera,” my coworker said quietly as she squeezed my hand. “Yes, her coworker at the bank. Listen, there’s… there’s been an incident. How soon can you get here to United Methodist Hospital?” She glanced down at me, giving me an encouraging smile as her brown eyes flashed. “Yes, she’s here. She’s okay, but I think it would best be explained in person. Okay. Okay, yes. I’ll let them know to let you back.”

My throat felt like it was closed up from anaphylactic shock, almost, from how tight it was. “I-Is he coming?” I asked with a sniff.

“Yeah, he’s coming,” Kiera said reassuringly, not letting the doctors anywhere close to me at my request.

It only took about fifteen minutes for my husband to arrive, and he barrelled into the hospital room. “Dove?!” He said, tears in his eyes as he rushed to me. Large hands gently cupped my face as he looked me over. “Oh, god. Oh, god, what happened to you?” His lips plastered my entire face with kisses. “I’m so sorry, dove, I’m so sorry. I’m here. I’m here.”

The two of us sobbed together as he held me, rocking me back and forth. “I’m so scared,” I admitted after a long time. “Everything hurts…”

Kiera had slipped out of the room, though two nurses and a doctor were still there, waiting to do their jobs. They looked more than a little put out at being ignored, at being told no.

“Now…” My husband pulled back, one hand cupping my face as he got me to look him in the eyes. Eyes as blue and icy as the arctic. “What’s this I hear about you not letting the doctors take a look at you, huh?”

“Didn’t want any doctors. Just wanted you,” I hiccuped, clinging onto him desperately. My acrylic nails dug into his arm a little. I was terrified that if I closed my eyes for even a moment, even just to blink, he’d disappear. “Oh, dove,” he cooed, his face falling as he pulled me in for a long hug, kissing my forehead. “Now that I’m here, how about we let these nice people do their job, and I’ll be with you the whole time?” He asked.

Just his touch did absolute wonders to soothe my anxiety.

After I agreed, the doctor and nurses got to work.

It was humiliating when the police officers and them had to ask more… personal questions.

“We’ve been trying for a baby,” he said slowly, keeping his eyes on me. “Including this morning… and we can get… passionate.” Then he looked down at the doctor, who was almost half a foot shorter than him. “Would it be prudent to tell you what… marks I caused?”

“I see,” the doctor said calmly, not giving anything away. He’d probably seen a shit ton of weird sex stuff over the years. “Yes, yes, it would. Would this bite mark happen to be from you?” He didn’t hesitate once he saw the mark on my breast, nodding. “Yes.”

The time in the hospital seemed to drag on and on and on, and I just wanted to go home. Everything felt so fucking tedious.

“Can I please bring my wife home?” He asked with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “She’s exhausted and traumatized, and she just wants to sleep, and not on that shitty stretcher you guys call a bed.”

The bed that I had been sitting on for hours was as hard as a rock, the sheets as thin as paper. It didn’t help that they kept the room at a cool sixty-seven degrees.

When my husband put his mind to something, he got what he wanted. Always. Which I really enjoyed, because about ninety percent of the time, what I wanted lined up exactly with what he wanted. We were a team, him and I.

It was only about twenty minutes later that I’d been discharged and he was carrying me out to the car, cradling me like he did on our wedding night, and many nights before and after.

“How are you feeling, dove?” He asked as he brought my hand to his lips, getting closer to our home. Kissing each one of my knuckles, lavishing me with the love and affection he always did.

I didn’t know what I had done to get him as a husband, but I knew I was lucky as hell.

“I’m just really tired,” I said as I leaned over to rest my head against his shoulder. “When we get home, can we have hot cocoa? Watch a Disney movie?”

“Whatever my pretty girl wants.”

All the curtains were closed when we pulled up to the house, the front porch light off. Trees lined every side of the property, giving us privacy. The dark blue shutters were a nice contrast to the white brick. It almost looked like all of the stereotypical Grecian houses.

Before I could even undo my seatbelt, my dear husband was out of the car and opening my door, offering his hand to help me down.

Crickets chirped quietly in the night air, the wind rustling the tree leaves. The closest neighbor was half a mile away.

It was peaceful. Idyllic.

The second that my husband slid the key in the lock and pushed open the door, that peace disappeared.

“There she is! Star of the show!” Sam called out as he sat next to Wanda, the two of them working on counting several bags of the money.

Music was blasting from the television, hits from the 90s that gave a certain liveliness to it all.

I immediately forgot my exhaustion for the time being, flustered by my friends’ praise. While we were all in on it together, I was the one that had to go into the bank everyday for months, memorizing the layout and getting everyone around me to trust me to the point that I was given the code for the vault.

But now we’d get to spend at least four months on vacation before we chose another location, assumed new names, and did it all over again.

The others in our little rag tag group of bandits, Peter, Thor, Wanda, and Steve, were also working on counting the money, though Natasha was the one in charge of cleaning it all. They’d all changed out of their uniforms, into comfy pajamas, and several boxes of pizza laid open around the living room and kitchen.

Bucky was on me the second the door closed behind us, his lips attached to my neck as his free hand slid my rings back on my left ring finger. “Can’t believe she fucking thought it was a knock off. I only get my girl real Harry Winston,” he huffed, holding me close.

“Jamie,” I laughed, letting my head fall to the side as we waddled inside. “She didn’t know!”

But that didn’t deter him from kissing my fingertips all the way up to my shoulder. “Doesn’t matter. I only get the best for my girl.”

“How did the whole doctor visit go?” Wanda asked as she completed counting yet another stack, marking it down after wrapping it with a rubber band.

“Perfect,” Bucky said, one large hand squeezing my hip as the other came up to my right ear to carefully take out the tiny earpiece Sam had designed, so they could listen in while I was working. “Just like we knew it would. My girl might as well be an Oscar-winning actress. Who’s that one actress you love so much, dove?”

“Meryl Streep?” I asked, raising my brows.

“Yeah!” He said, clearly pleased with how the day had gone. “She ain’t got nothing on you.”

I couldn’t help but snort as I leaned back against him, breathing in his scent. Was it a mix of sweat, shampoo, and cologne? Yes.

Did I find it all incredibly sexy?

Yes.

Steve smirked as he threw a stack of hundred dollar bills at Bucky, who easily caught it in the air. “You two go relax while we count. She deserves it after today,” he said, giving me a pointed look.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. The little second-wind I had gotten at seeing the labors of our hard work had dwindled quickly, my entire body aching. It had taken so much out of me, but these jobs always did.

Strong hands guided me to the giant bathroom of the master bedroom, lifting me up to sit on the marble countertop.

My husband got down on one knee in front of me, carefully slipping off my heels that had been retrieved from the bank for me and tossing them back into the bedroom. “I’m so proud of you, dove,” Bucky whispered as he took one foot in his hand, massaging my arch. Being on my feet for long periods of time always caused my flat feet to ache, and heels made it even worse.

“I didn’t mean to cry so much,” I said as he switched to the other foot, avoiding his eyes. “It all just felt like… like so much.” A fresh wave of tears came over me, hands trembling. “But I’m so relieved that Ben is gone.”

“Hey. Hey,” Bucky said as he stood up, cupping my face in his hands. Slightly chapped lips found mine, locking me into a passionate kiss and disrupting my thoughts of uselessness, helplessness.

Kissing him was like an anchor, bringing me back down to Earth. Keeping me from spiraling. He was my safe haven. My harbor.

“We weren’t supposed to kill anyone. Ever,” I said, hiccuping against his lips. “A-Are we bad people?”

I didn’t care about the stealing money thing. We only took from big branches that could afford it, not tiny little small town banks.

This was the farthest we’d ever gone during a robbery.

Bucky’s hand pressed against the small of my back, keeping me close to his chest.

I was spiraling, falling down the rabbit hole as the world spun around me.

“Ben also isn’t supposed to be raping people,” he said, his words stern. Calloused fingers tipped my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “He was not a good man, dove. We have no idea how many women he did it to before then, and how many people he did it to after.” His strong hand cupped my cheek. “I don’t think we’re bad people for taking out an evil in the world. And besides… you didn’t do it, okay? I did. Your hands are clean, pristine,” he said, kissing my knuckles. “My sweet little angel.”

My husband had wanted to kill him that very day, had fought against me continuing to work at the bank and finishing the job, but I wouldn’t let him. In my mind, my safety was just a blip in the plan.

In his mind, my safety was his top priority. To him, nothing mattered more. No amount of money in the world, no jewels, nothing.

But I’d fought him, insisting that the good of the group, the work we’d already put in, was worth more.

He’d only agreed when I said he could take care of it during the heist. Nobody would question why he’d died if it was a bank robbery gone wrong, and there would be no evidence or thought in the police’s mind that Miss Valerie Wood’s loving husband, Sebastian Wood, could have done it when he was at work thirty minutes away.

And who would think that Mr. Wood would ever fuck his wife in a bank vault while everyone listened?

We’d debated for a long time whether we were going to do the scene in the vault after what happened with Ben. He hadn’t wanted to do it after that horrific shift, but I’d reminded him that he wasn’t him. He was my husband, not the creepy bank manager.

It did help that we’d played around with roleplaying a lot before in our years being together.

“You’re the brains of this operation, dove,” he’d said that night, cleaning me over and over until the feeling of Ben’s hands on my body had disappeared. “I’m just the lovesick brute at your beck and call.”

Bucky made sure that I never forgot how much he loved me, and I never thought I’d have that.

I also never imagined I’d be the Bonnie to someone’s Clyde either, with our own little found family, but here we were.

“Let me take care of you, dove,” Bucky murmured as he lifted me up off the counter to set me back on my feet. His forehead rested against mine, calloused fingers tugging down the zipper that ran down my back ever so slowly. The cool metal was a stark contrast to the heat of my skin, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps along my arms. “I love you so much…”

“I love you more,” I said, in a daze as he brought me into the shower, washing away the stress of the day.

Bucky’s lips pressed against my shoulder as we stood under the warm water, his fingers intertwining with mine so he could bring my hand up to his lips. “First thing I’m gonna do with our new paycheck is buy you another Harry Winston piece to match your wedding ring,” he grumbled. The eye roll was audible in his tone as he kissed each of my fingertips. “Knock off Harry Winston… Who the fuck does she think I am?”

A laugh bubbled up in my chest as I leaned my head back against his shoulder. “Are you really this pressed about Nina thinking it’s a knock off?” I giggled, watching my ring glint in the dim light of the shower. “I’m surprised she even had enough knowledge to name the exact ring.”

“Yes! I am bothered by it!” He insisted with a huff. “She thinks I’m cheap!”

“To be fair, she thinks Sebastian Wood is cheap,” I pointed out, turning in his arms. My hands ran up his chest, tangling in his hair. “But I know my husband, James Barnes, is anything but… My husband is generous… sexy… funny… kind…,” I listed off, punctuating each word with a kiss along his chest. Bucky moaned, lip caught between his teeth. “Tell me more about this husband of yours…”

“He looks hot as fuck in a ski mask.”

His hand squeezed my ass, pushing my body up against his. “And don’t you forget it,” he said, giving a teasing nip to my nose.

The water was starting to turn cold, and we finally got out. My husband wrapped me up in a large, fluffy towel, the thirty second walk to the bedroom turning into a ten minute stroll thanks to his incessant kisses.

“I believe I promised someone hot cocoa and Disney,” he said after pulling one of his shirts over my head. Bucky sat me down on the bed, carefully going through my hair routine as my eyes fluttered shut.

My husband had insisted on learning my hair and skin routine so he could do it for me, wanting to pamper me every chance he could.

“Those pretty eyes shut?” He murmured after finishing with my hair, grabbing my serums and moisturizers and gently applying them. “Good girl… So pretty…” He finished with a kiss to the tip of my nose. “You pick out a movie and I’ll get your hot cocoa, okay?”

The movie played in the background as I laid back against Bucky’s chest, my cocoa in hand.

“If we… If we did get pregnant… what would we do?” I asked quietly, voice trembling. In truth, we weren’t really trying.

We were ‘practicing.’

“Are you… Are you wanting to get pregnant?” He asked, moving so we could look each other in the eyes. His eyes were bright, pupils dilated. “I know we’ve talked about it before. If you’re ready, I’m ready.”

“No, no,” I said quickly, cupping his cheek. “I’m not ready yet, and I don’t think I will be for a while. But… what will we do?”

Bucky’s eyes roamed over my face for a long time, leaning into my hand. “I wanna give our babies the life we never had growing up, dove. I think we should homeschool our kids, take them all over the world.” His arms wrapped around me in the sweetest embrace. “I can’t imagine us ever leaving our little family… so maybe we start investing in real estate and stuff like that… or start a business. Something that’ll let us stay with our kids, travel.”

It sounded like a dream, and I never thought that I’d be in a position one day where it could come true.

“Are you happy?” He asked then, surprising me. “With… With this life? I swore to you that I’d give you everything in the world, and I know that this isn’t the most conventional way, but I—”

“Jamie, baby, I have everything I could have ever dreamed of just by having you as my husband,” I said, letting my hand with the giant Harry Winston rest on his chest. “All of the money… everything could disappear into dust right now, and I wouldn’t care as long as I’ve got you.”

“I love you so much,” he breathed out as he stole a kiss, all the tension leaving his body. But as he pulled back, an impish grin came over his face.

I raised a single brow, knowing he was up to something. “What?”

“Dove, I really wanna fuck you on a pile of money,” He breathed out.

Snorting, I fell back against him. “We’ve done that so many times, James.”

“Is that a ‘no?’”

“Absolutely not.”

“Alright, Crime Whores, that’s the end of the Barnes’s story,” Caroline said as she read from her sources. “However, you can read Mrs. Barnes’s actual diaries online. We’ve got the link on our website, killerlove.com, under this episode’s page. And hey, maybe we’ll do a few Patreon episodes on more of their heists if our listeners would be into it.”

Lizzie raised her hand, a sheepish smile on her face as her best friend ‘called’ on her.

“Yes, Liz?”

“Is it bad that I kind of… don’t think they’re that bad?” She asked as she turned in her spinny chair. “And quite frankly, I would also kill that bank manager’s neck. Sorry, but… not really.”

“I agree!” Caroline rushed to say, her eyes bright. “It’s the Bonnie and Clyde that we deserved, quite frankly.” She then leaned in a little closer to the mic. “So that is it for this week’s episode. You all have a great week, and remember, stay crazy.”

[antiheroest]

WELCOME TO SHIELD! [PROLOGUE]

PROLOGUE

Pairing: Soft Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1698

Warnings: Soft Dark!Bucky Barnes, Manipulation, Dark Themes, Swearing, ...

Disclaimer: This WILL have grammatical errors. No, I cannot fix it. I don't possess the intellectual ability to do it myself.

“He gave us this record for a reason, doll. Do you think Steve would have wanted us to leave this beauty on the shelf forever? I think you’ve forgotten that I’ve known Stevie since before SHIELD. That punk wouldn’t just get us something. He’s sentimental.” Your husband tells you, his attention was completely on the record player he was fiddling with.

With him completely absorbed into getting the player to work properly, your eyes were permitted the freedom of lovingly gazing at your husband as sweat beads down his forehead while he kept doing who knows what. 

Comfortably nestled in the couch, you eyed your husband. You were oddly drawn by the scene unraveling before you. His devotion was set deep into repairing the faulty record player on the shelf.

The record player was high enough to be visibly displayed, but somehow low enough to be repurposed anytime. It didn’t really matter to you what it did. 

You rarely used it for the sole purpose it was created. Hence your husband currently tweaking the turntable that had broken over time.

When he took it down from the shelf, you had already forgotten that you even owned it in the first place.

“Well, I’m sure Steve wouldn’t mind us cranking the radio just this once.”

"Now where’s the fun in that, doll?" Your persistent husband quips, wagging the tone arm at you "’Sides, you're getting too dependent on technology, sweetheart."

“I didn’t realize you were so against technology. You should try it, you old man. It’s very convenient.” 

You see him roll his eyes at that. He pays no attention to your remark and continues working on the task at hand.

“You’ve been at it for almost half an hour, James. We’ve had this thing for what? A year? Two years? Since we moved to SHIELD? That thing’s a lost cause. Come sit here with me instead.”

You try to lure him in by lowering your voice in the end to come out sultrier. In the way you know works most of the time.

“Whacha tryin’ to get at here, doll?” He blows a strand of his hair away from his face as he reattaches the arm, “See, I’ve almost got it working. Just give me a second.”

It was well into the night. The sky out was darker than the suit jacket he had worn earlier that night. There you were, sitting on your couch next to the discarded clothing article, one leg crossed over the other, with a glass of one of your finer wines in your right hand.

An amused expression crossed your face as you looked at him.

He turns toward you just quickly enough for him to catch it. Before turning his attention back to the worn phonograph, he flashes you a smug grin and a wink.

Even as you rolled your eyes at him, you somehow still felt the flutter of the butterflies inside your stomach.

The two of you had just returned from the lovely dinner that had been hosted by your mutual neighbors, Steve and Peggy Rogers. They lived merely a few houses away from your and Bucky’s house.

You and your husband, James Barnes, had just moved into SHIELD. It turns out Steve Rogers, one of the most respected people who lived here, was his childhood best friend. He had insisted on throwing a whole bash for the two of you.

Though it turns out your husband and Steve were attached at the hip, you and the Mrs. were not. 

The entire week, the two of you really did make an honest effort to form a connection over anything and everything that you could. Finding shared interests, hobbies, anything. However no matter how hard you tried, there really was nothing to bind a connection between you to Peggy. You had tried it all, but it just wouldn’t give.

It just seemed as though the two of you had come from two entirely different universes.

She wasn’t rude, or gossip like the majority of your neighbors. Far from it, in all honesty. 

She had been so infuriatingly poise the entire night. She had this air of sophistication and She impressed everybody with her refined British etiquette that she had brought to America. She sheds off elegance as if it was just second skin to her.

But the moment she enters the room, it suddenly becomes hers. She owns the room with no question.

Though you detested that you knew her for always babbling on about salad forks and soup spoons, her presence carried an intimidation compelling enough for you to know not to cross her.

Peggy carried herself with her chin held up high, and her stride even higher.

She was just such a dynamo and you just couldn’t keep up no matter how hard you tried.

But at the very least, Peggy was willing to act as though you were friends with her, and you were also open to playing along with the charade. For the sake of your husbands.

Thus, started the agreement when you had wandered off their house on your own, giving her the right to corner you on their spacious balcony.

When you and your husband arrived home together, you both realized that the night was just getting started, and you knew that there was no way that you could let such a lovely evening go to waste. So there you two were.

“I think it’d be better if I just showed you. What do you think?” He successfully managed to get the record to sing. Well, if anyone would be able to do it, it would most definitely be your James.

The unfamiliar jazz tune fills the fashionable silence. It’s been a long, long time by Harry James has started playing through the air.

He leans up from the player and turns to you. Eyes on you, flashes you that same bright smile he had given you when you had first met. The familiar feel of nostalgia wavers in the air.

He pulls himself away from the player and redirects his focus to you. He fixes his eyes on you and smiles at you with the same warm smile he wore when your eyes first met. The hint of nostalgia wavering in the air doesn’t go unnoticed.

He reached out his hand for you and only you to take. “Humor me a bit and dance with me?” His hand is mid-air waiting to capture the soft of your palms in it.

You feel yourself bite your lip to keep yourself from grinning. 

The all too familiar feeling of new romance washes over you. The chardonnay might be to blame, but you knew being with James was just where you belonged.

Everything about being in his presence felt fresh and exciting, wild and liberating. Every day was a new beginning and the thought of the end was out of sight.

He made you feel important. Wanted, in moments like these.

“Well,” You cleared your throat. You take another sip of your wine before gently putting it down on top of the wooden accent table you loved. “How could I ever say no to those gorgeous blue eyes of yours?”

You got to your feet and inched your way closer to him. Coming up towards him with soft, slow strides. Teasing him with each click of your heels on the wooden floor.

You bring yourself to a still right in front of him. You can just about hear the hitch in his breath. You feel your ability to breathe gradually waning.

You retained your calm composure, though.

Your right palm had made its way onto the flesh of his own hand. His hand closed around yours, keeping it safe inside his own.

You look up at him and you see his ocean blue eyes giving you that same look of adoration he always did. The love he had for you was incredulous, and he was gonna let everyone know all about it. Starting with you, of course.

You both begin to sway, with him leading you to the rhythm of the song as it plays behind you.

“How are you liking it so far, doll?”

“Liking what so far?” 

“This. Our new life.”

“Our new life. I like the sound of that.” You didn’t think the smile on your face could grow wider than it already was.

 You answer him, “This house is absolutely stunning! I love everything about it. I love you. The neighbors are amazing too. I met this girl, Nat. Do you also know her?”

“Yeah, I know Natalia.” He recalls the fiery redhead you were going to live nearby, starting from this point forward.

“Are you sure? She said her name was Natasha.”

He dips you and says, "That's what I meant to say.” He raises you back up, you giggle it off.

“Just so distracted by those beautiful eyes of yours.”

And with that, he spins you around tenderly in the warmth of the dim light illuminating your living room.

Swaying once more, You flutter your eyes at him while mischievously sneaking your left hand up to his necktie. Accompanied by the desire to let it come undone.

“May I kiss you, Mr. Barnes?” 

If he thought that he couldn’t breathe earlier, he definitely couldn't now. The look you gave him was the murderous cherry on top.

“How could I ever say no to those beautiful eyes of yours, Mrs. Barnes?” He teased with the break of a grin on his face.

That was all it took for you to pull him in and capture those beautiful lips of his with your own.

“You better get used to this, because this is how it’s gonna be for the rest of our lives. Starting right now.” He tells you, pulling yourself closer to his chest.

“Is that so?”

As he hums, you can feel deep vibrations of his chest against you, “Mhm.”

He drags his fingertips to your chin and tilts your face upward upward to stare directly at gim him. He breaks out in a perfect smile, showcasing his pearly white teeth that you swear was glinting, before saying.

"Welcome to SHIELD."

CHAPTER 1

A/N: i'm so excited to finally post the first parts of my first ever fic on tumblr (and on ao3)! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it. i do know that the words do get slightly repetitive, and i am working on improving on my writing so please bear with me.

please feel free to leave any comments or criticism. and thank you, thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read this. ilysm <3

divider by @promenadewithme-graphics !

[avenging-fandoms]

🎀 For soft hours: Bucky has been trying to confess his feelings for the reader many times and she doesn’t really understand his hints, even though the feeling is mutual. So after some time he has had enough of failing and kinda just explodes with the feeling and basically just shouts his confession at her 🎀

you nursed your drink in your hand as you watched all of your friends dance together, smiling with your body leaned up against the bar, waving at steve who awkwardly danced with a girl he had just met.

“what’re you doing over here by yourself?” bucky asked and leaned on the bar next to you, the bottom of his stomach peeking out as you smiled at him.

“just enjoying watching everyone. why are you over here with me and not with them?” you ask and bucky smiled, finishing his beer. bucky looked at you up and down before you turned back to him and he smiled at you. "hm?"

"i'd much rather spend my time with you than with them" bucky said and you chuckled, shaking your head. "come dance" you cock your eyebrow and look at bucky, shaking your head. "scared?"

"oh, alright barnes. show me your old man dance moves" you took his extended hand and followed him to the dance floor. he held your hips and and swayed, and your jaw dropped slightly as he smiled. “not bad for a 106 old man”

“you think i’m old?” bucky dipped you and pressed his nose against yours, making your laugh. “show me what you got, agent yln”

“i think i’m gonna head home. long day fighting bad guys takes it out of you” you smile and pat his chest, bucky grabbing your hand before you were out of reach.

"do you want a ride home?" bucky offered and you smiled, nodding. bucky's stomach began to swarm with butterflies as your fingers interlocked with his. bucky opened your door and you thanked him, bucky closing it and heading over to the driver's side.

it was a quiet ride except for the late night radio host playing soft sleepy music. "isn't that a bit dangerous? what if someone was tired driving home from work, heard this, and fell asleep at the wheel?" you scrunched your eyebrows and bucky smiled, chuckling softly.

"i think you should call them and give them a piece of your mind, yn" bucky teased and you laughed as he pulled into your driveway. you grabbed the door handle and bucky stopped you, jogging to your door and opening it for you. "i can open my own door, buck. you're not stuck in the 40s"

"yeah, thank god for that" bucky sighed as you two walked up to your door. you looked at him confused and he stuffed his gloved hands in his pockets. "what?"

"you don't miss the 40s? back in the military, two arms, girls falling all over you?" you chuckle and he gives a side smile, shaking his head softly.

"the 40s didn't have you" bucky said lowly and you looked at him, your face feeling hot as you gulped. "and two arms would be nice again" you both laugh and you look down, taking his hands out of his pockets.

finger by finger you pulled the gloves off his hands. bucky watched you closely and you stuffed the gloves in your pockets. your finger traced the vibranium, bucky looking at you with hooded eyes. "do you like hiding it? your secret identity?" you joke but bucky wasn't laughing. "sorry, i shouldn't have-"

"i like you, yn. i don't know if you're ignoring the hints or.. or you don't like me back. but i needed to tell you before i drove steve crazy with hearing about you" your eyes shot to his, your smile growing with every word. "i really like you"

"hopefully i don't get fired for this" you breathed and held his face as you kissed him, bucky's body curving into yours as he deepened the kiss. your lips molded perfectly with his, and he sighed softly into your mouth.

"i've waited so long for a kiss like that" bucky pulled away for a quick minute before kissing you again. "perfect goodnight kiss" he smiled and you pulled away, looking up at him.

"do you have to go so soon? i uh.. i'd like to tell you about my crush on you but why i couldn't do anything about it" you grabbed your keys and bucky nodded, kissing your head.

you and bucky stayed up until the morning sun peeked through your curtains, and you both crashed on your couch. you laid out on the couch with bucky in between your legs, his head on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your leg.

you opened your eyes to check things out, taking a picture of bucky and smiling before falling asleep again, your fingers in bucky's hair.

[unwrittenlibrary]

magnetic force of a man

summary // loving him in the summer is warmth and radiance.

or; three summers showcasing the growth of your relationship with bucky. [bucky barnes x fem!reader]

words // 4.5k

warnings // post-endgame bucky & softness & kind of corny

notes // inspired by taylor swift’s lover. somehow this just came out, i’m not sure how i feel about it.

my writing is free and it will stay free, but if you enjoy it and you have the resources, consider donating to my ko-fi!

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| Summer of 2025 |

You meet Bucky at the Farmer’s Market in June when you both reach for a red delicious apple. It’s awkward laughs and friendly introductions.

You’ve heard of him before; Janet who runs the apple stand talks about him and how perfect of a match you would be. Unbeknownst to you, Eugene who runs the plum stand, says the same thing to him.

“You’re the man Janet won’t shut up about.” You smile sweetly. Your eyes scan his small basket of fruits and vegetables. He’s got a lot of different things. He must cook, you think. “I’ve been told I would like you.”

Bucky laughs. His eyes scan your basket too, you wonder what he thinks of all your choices. “You must be the woman Eugene won’t stop talking about.” He leans towards you and in a mischievous tone whispers, “I think they’ve been trying to set us up.”

It makes you laugh. “You’ve got a beautiful laugh.” Bucky compliments. His smile is genuine and he’s got blue eyes that are filled with kindness. You can see why Janet had been trying for so long to get you to meet him.

“Thank you.” You step towards him when another man rushes past you. “I have to ask, what have you heard?”

Bucky shrugs. “Just that you’re beautiful and you make the best apple pie Eugene’s ever tasted.” Bucky leans towards you again. “So far, he’s spot on.” The implication makes heat rise to your cheeks and you smile down at your basket.

“Guess I’ll have to make you some pie so you can see if he’s two for two.” You look back up with a teasing smile. Bucky’s eyes light up in excitement.

He shakes his head in amusement. “I hope I’m not being too forward, can I have you number?” You’re already pulling your phone out of your pocket to hand over.

That’s the beginning of your story.

˚《

Your first date is the last week of June. After weeks of texting and even some phone calls, Bucky had finally asked you out.

He takes you to a drive in up in Warwick and you park in the middle row of the second screen to watch Grease. The sun is still out when you arrive, so there’s some time to get snacks and settle in.

“Did you know it was throwbacks weekend?” You ask as Bucky flips through his radio stations in search of the correct one.

He shakes his head. You can see his fingers shaking a little nervously as he looks up at you. “Is Grease okay? I’ve uh, I’ve never seen it. It looked cute.” He grimaces and it makes you smile.

“I love Grease.” You say softly, reaching your hand out for his. “Are you nervous?”

Bucky laughs awkwardly. “Am I that obvious?” Your eyes trail over his gloved hands, his left hand resting on his thigh as you hold his right.

“I think it’s sweet.” You reassure him. “You must be hot in these. It’s June.” You flip his hand so it’s palm up and trace your finger over it.

“I haven’t done this in awhile.” He admits. There’s a red tint to his cheeks, one that’s not from the summer heat, and it makes you giggle. He eyes meet yours and he smiles tensely. “I’m uh- I-“

“You don’t have to say it.” You pull the glove off hastily so his flesh hand is revealed to you. “I know who you are. You can keep them on if you want, but you don’t need to.” You place the glove back in his palm and wrap his fingers around it.

Bucky watches you for a moment. “You know who I am and still want to go one a date with me?” You frown at his self-depreciating tone.

“I know who you used to be. I don’t know you though. The real Bucky Barnes. That’s why I want to go on this date with you.” The radio begins reciting rules of the drive-in and you look at the screen. The sun is setting behind it quickly.

When you turn to look at Bucky again, he has a grin on his face as he watches you. “Come on! Let’s get snacks before the movie starts.” You turn to push open the car door and Bucky follows after you easily.

You don’t know it yet, but that’s the beginning of your pull over him. Bucky thinks he would follow you to the ends of the earth if you asked him to.

˚《

Your first kiss is two weeks later after watching a movie in central park. It was Dirty Dancing this time. You’ve been on five dates.

You’ve learned that Bucky likes going to these throwback playings and experiencing the movies he missed while under Hydra’s control. You’re happy to indulge him, truly.

You just wish he would do more than hold you hand. Which, okay, maybe that isn’t fair. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder and you’ll lean your head against his chest. He’ll even give you a kiss on the cheek goodnight, but he still won’t kiss you on the lips and you’re starting to think he just doesn’t want to.

One date? Okay, he wants to be respectful and not move too fast. Two dates? A little weird, but he was from a different time. Three? Did they just not kiss back then? You can’t imagine a charming Bucky Barnes who didn’t steal a kiss from a pretty girl. Four had you on the edge of your seat waiting for the kiss that didn’t happen.

Now, as Bucky walks you home, you think of all the ways you can bring it up. You even think of just kissing him yourself, it was the twenty-first century and women can make the first move.

Except, you can’t help but think, what if he doesn’t want to kiss me?

“You alright?” Bucky’s hand gripping your elbow gently forces you out of your head. You look up at him with wide eyes and nod a little too hastily. “You sure? You’ve been silent for like, fifteen minutes.”

His eyes are concerned pools of blue as he stares down at you. The words just come tumbling out of your mouth, “Why don’t you want to kiss me?”

Bucky just stares at you in shock. You feel heat on the back of your neck and shift in uncomfortable embarrassment at your outburst. “I’m sorry!” You blurt out. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I just want you to kiss me and if you don’t want to that’s fine!” You suck in a deep breath. Bucky is still watching you silently, so you continue on. “I would just rather know now if you don’t want to kiss me instead of finding out later.”

You finish quietly with Bucky still watching you. If you weren’t so panicked, you would probably recognize his look as him digesting the words. But the panicked feeling mixes with the sting of rejection and you begin to back away. “Well this was great. Hope to never-“

Bucky’s hand wraps your waist and he hauls you back into him. His lips meet yours harshly, but it’s not painful in any way. It’s somehow gentle and his lips are soft against yours. Your eyes close and one of your hands comes up to rest on his cheek while his hands hold steady onto your waist.

When you pull away it’s with a gasp of air. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since that day in the Farmer’s Market.” Bucky admits breathlessly.

“So why’d you never kiss me?” You ask curiously. Cars speed past you on the street and there’s a group of teenagers who all gag as they pass you, but none of it matters with Bucky in your arms like this.

Bucky smiles. “I told you. I haven’t done this in a long time.”

˚《

By August, you and Bucky are going steady. You go to the market together most weekends and Bucky calls you his girl to the people you’ve both become regulars of.

He’s even talked about introducing you to his friends and going out together one night when they’re all free.

It makes your heart race and your fingers twitch with excited nerves. You think you love him, which seems crazy when you think of how you’ve only been seeing each other since June, but you do.

Thinking of him makes your heart beat faster and your face warm. You want to spend as much time as can with him and hang onto every word he says.

It seems like he feels the same way too, but you’re just not sure. Fall is right around the corner though. That means schedules pick up again and the weather gets colder, so you’d like to know if Bucky feels the same way or if this was just a way to pass the time in the summer.

You just don’t know how to say it though. Every time you think of saying the words your nerves get the best of you and you blurt out something he finds endearingly awkward and doesn’t think anything of.

“I still can’t believe a show like this exists.” Bucky murmurs in awe from beside you on his couch. You’re not really pay attention to the random reality show you’ve put on though. You’re focused on the way his eyes shine curiously and how he smiles whenever the host makes a shitty joke.

Your feet are settled in his lap and he pinches your shin when he turns to look at you. “You’re not even watching the show.”

“I love you.” You blurt. That’s one way to do it, you think. You were afraid you would regret the words when you said them or even feel embarrassed, but you don’t. All you feel is lighter, like you’ve created a better world by letting Bucky know somebody loves him, even if he doesn’t feel the same. “I don’t know if you wanted this to be summer fling or-“

“Summer fling?” Bucky laughs. His hand moves up your leg. “I’m not going around calling you my girl to everyone who’ll listen because you’re some fling.”

The words make you laugh. “I love that laugh.” Bucky admits quietly. When your eyes meet his again, he smiles sweetly. “I love you too.”

When he leans towards you for a kiss, you meet him halfway happily.

| Summer 2026 |

Being with Bucky has made you far more confident in yourself. His reassurance and constant support pushed you to be better and you knew he felt the same, so you figured moving in with him was the next step.

You had the perfect plan on how to ask him too. You had recruited Sam, who had taken a liking to you immediately, and gotten an extra key to your apartment cut with the word home engraved onto it.

While you spent the day getting the key cut and making room for Bucky’s things in your space, Sam spent the day distracting him. By the time you hear Bucky knock on your door, you’re about to burst with excitement.

You smooth down the front of you skirt and suck in a deep breath. “Hey!” Bucky’s eyes trail over you in surprise.

“Hey. Did I forget a date?” He looks up nervously, but his shoulders relax when you shake your head with a bright smile. “What’s this then? Not that I don’t love you in this skirt.” His hands find your hips and trail up your sides.

You pull his hands off and pull him inside the apartment. “I have a surprise for you!” He follows you into the kitchen easily and you pull out the small box containing the key.

You rock back and forth on your heels excitedly as Bucky begins to slowly unwrap the box. He watches, completely bemused by your excitement, and moves even slower to tease you.

“Stop!” You laugh and he shakes his head before tearing the rest of the paper off. He inspects the box slowly before opening it.

When his eyes land on the key, he doesn’t say anything and your smile drops. You watch as he stares and your excitement diminishes by the millisecond.

“Do you… Do you not like it?” You ask, unable to handle the silence. Bucky swallows thickly before looking up at you. Your heart drops as the burn of his rejection settles beneath your skin. “You don’t.” It’s not a question.

He reaches for you, but you step out of his grasp. “It’s not that I don’t like it, I just… I’m…” He doesn’t know what to say or how to actually say no to you. It’s obvious.

“You mentioned your lease was up soon and that you didn’t want to resign. I thought…” You trail off. You feel like you can’t breathe. You and Bucky were so good together, this seemed like the logical next step.

Had you read everything wrong? “I meant… I was looking at places closer to you.” Bucky says like it’s supposed to make you feel better.

“But you don’t want to live with me?” Your back hits the counter and you flinch at the harsh feeling. Bucky raises a hand, as if to comfort you, but drops it at the last second. “I don’t… Understand? I guess?”

Bucky runs a hand over his face. “I’m just not ready to live together yet, sweets.” He says softly. His face is grimaced as if the words pain him.

Join the club, you think. “Can I ask why? It seems like the next step, you know? We’ve been together for a year. I figured we’d move in together, start talking about marriage. Our future.”

Bucky’s eyes flash to yours. You hadn’t even thought it was possible, but it feels like your heart drops even further. “Do you not want to get married?” You ask slowly.

“I don’t know.” Bucky answers hesitantly. “I never planned a life. I never thought I’d get all this.”

You know he’s trying to make you feel better about the situation, but his words only hurt you more. “So being with me hasn’t made you think about your future at all?” You question. You think those words are what breaks you. The tears come rushing to your eyes and your face is hot with a mixture of anger and hurt.

“That’s not what I meant.” Bucky’s getting upset too. He’s clenching and unclenching his fists, something you’ve learned he does when he’s stressed. “I just meant I’m not sure what I want.” A beat of silence. “Shit. I mean-“ He groans in frustration and you sigh.

“I know I want you. A future with you.” You say quietly. You move to the close the box, key still inside, before shoving it into one of your kitchen drawers. “So, I think you should figure it out. What you want. So I know whether or not I should move on.”

Bucky watches you with tears brimming his own eyes. “Sweets-“

“I think you should go home, Buck.” You cut him off in a gentle tone. “Think for a few days.” You begin to move towards your hallway, ready to fall into your bed.

“Like… Like a break?” He asks tightly making you pause. You look at him over your shoulder and shrug.

“If that’s what you want to call it. I think you just need some time to figure out what you want for yourself. If it’s not me, that’s okay, but you should know.” You look back down your hallway. “I deserve to know too.”

You wait until you hear your front door slam shut to fall into your bed. When you notice Bucky’s shirt draped over your vanity chair, the tears come.

Not how you imagined your summer starting.

˚《

The month of June goes by, blossoming into July and Bucky doesn’t reach out. You’re heartbroken over it. Though that doesn’t sound like the right term because it really feels like your heart has been torn from your chest, but there wasn’t really a word for that.

You know you were the one who had suggested the break, but you figured he would have cared for you enough to give you a formal break up. Had you really ever known Bucky? What had gone wrong?

“You weren’t with Bucky yesterday!” Janet gushes when you stop in front of her booth. Your heart cracks at his name. “He always has such sweet things to say about you! Why don’t you two come together anymore? Your work schedules mess you up?”

Your eyes flash to her in confusion. Had Bucky not told her? “Janet… We broke up.” You say quietly. You’ve mastered the art of sounding cold when explaining to your friends and neighbors Bucky wouldn’t be coming around anymore.

She shakes her head like you’re not telling her the truth. “He was just talking about how he was trying to learn his mama’s famous peach cobbler recipe to make for you.”

“Must be another girl.” You say in a heated tone. “I haven’t spoken to him in weeks.”

She frowns. “He said your name, darling. That I’m sure of. Called you his girl and everything, just like he always does.” She explains softly.

“He’s delusional then.” You hiss. You stomp away from her cart. You’ll apologize to her next week, but for now, Bucky has somehow managed to ruin your day.

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There’s a knock on your door that night. Your heart almost stops when you recognize the pattern that Bucky always led with.

When you check the peephole and confirm it’s him you almost don’t open the door, until you notice the tin-foiled dish in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” You ask harshly before he can say a word to you. You lean against your door jam, effectively blocking him from setting foot into your apartment. “And what is that?”

“A poor attempt at peach cobbler.” Your pulse quickens. “And I’m here to apologize.” When you look up and see the sincerity in his eyes, you sigh.

“Come in.” You step aside and he smiles gratefully as he steps past you. He places the dish on your counter and turns to face you nervously.

You stand still across from him. You had never thought you would feel this awkward around Bucky. “I’m sorry for… for hurting you that night.” He starts off quietly. “And for not reaching out, but you were right, I did need to figure my shit out.”

“You could have told me that.” You say softly. “Hey, you’re right! Let’s take a break and figure stuff out. Going ghost on me? That broke my heart, Buck.” You cross your arms over your chest like they’re a shield.

“I know.” Bucky says in the same apologetic tone. “I just… I was embarrassed because I made a fool of myself. Because I wanted to say yes. You have no idea how badly I wanted to say yes, but I was too scared to.”

You shake your head. “Scared of what? It’s me, Buck. I love you. You know I love you.” You hadn’t imagined having this conversation with him and you can’t keep the emotion out of you voice.

“What if you see parts of me living together that you don’t see now that make you not want me?” His tone is resembling that of a broken man, one you’ve only heard stories of.

The Bucky Barnes you know is healing. He’s charming, soft and intimidating but full of life and happiness. Not this. It breaks your heart and against your better judgement, you reach out to cup his cheeks in your hands. “There isn’t a part of you I won’t love, Bucky.”

“I still get nightmares. So bad I wake up screaming and unable to breathe.” He says softly. “It takes forever to get out of them.”

“I’ll hold your hand and help you through them.” You say without hesitation. “Bucky. The point of a relationship is to grow together. I want to do that with you, do you want to do that with me?”

His hands reach up to grip yours. You almost sigh in relief at the feeling of his hands in yours after weeks without it. “I do.” He says steadily. “Can we… Can we not be on a break anymore? I miss you.” He admits quietly.

A part of you thinks you should pull back. He had hurt you and you were still upset. But another, larger part of you, missed him more than he had hurt you.

“Yeah.” You say after a moment. “No more break.” You pull him towards you. He meets you readily in a kiss.

˚《

By the end of August, Bucky’s got a drawer full of things in your bedroom and his books have started to overcrowd your coffee table.

You communicate better. He shares more about his nightmares with you. He talks about the future he sees with you, one with a family and dogs in the backyard of the house he hopes to build.

You’re still nervous to bring up moving in together again. In the end it doesn’t matter though, because Bucky is the one who brings it up.

“Can we…” He starts nervously one night as the two of you eat dinner. “Would you want to talk about moving in together again?”

You look up at him a little shocked by the question. “What do you mean?” You shake your head. You know what he means. “Do you?” You ask quickly.

He nods slowly. You can see his nervousness in his tense jaw and clenching and unclenching fists. “I would like to move in together.” He’s talking kind of robotically, like he’s been practicing the words so they came out perfectly.

It’s sweet, you think. The gesture makes you laugh softly. “I would like to move in together too.” You reach across the table and wrap a hand around Bucky’s wrist.

His shoulders drop and you move to unclench his fist. “Yeah? You would?” He asks, less robotic in tone and more excited.

“Yeah.” You nod in confirmation. Bucky gives you a bright smile that’s impossible to not return.

Come fall, Bucky’s given up his apartment and has got an entire bookshelf taking up room in yours.

| Summer 2027 |

It’s July again and Bucky wants to propose.

Over two years together and the Farmer’s Market feels like the perfect place to do it. It’s where you had met and had become a daily part of your guy’s routine.

The only issue is, he’s pretty sure you’re thinking the same thing. Not that you’re onto him, that you want to propose too.

And, okay, Bucky is all for what women have accomplished in the almost century he’s been alive, truly. But proposing is his thing, it just is.

You had been the first person the say I love you. You had been the one to originally ask him to move in together. He wanted nothing more than to be the one down on one knee with his mother’s ring that he had begged and begged some museum curator to give up.

Which ultimately means, he has to beat you to it. So his plans are a little rushed. He had originally wanted to do it at the end of summer, when fall was rounding the corner and leaves were turning brown, but July would work.

July was when you had gone on some of your first dates and was when you had shared your first kiss. July was meaningful and July would work.

“Are you okay?” You ask as you absentmindedly run your fingers over the apples in front of you. Bucky’s eyes shoot up to look at Janet behind the stand, who smiles at him knowingly. You turn to look at Bucky with raised eyebrows. “You’ve been fidgety all day.”

Bucky lets out a fake cough. “I just feel a little off.” He lies. It’s a poor lie and it makes your lips quark up at the corner.

“Want to go home?” You ask, already stepping away from the apple stand. “We ca-“

“No!” Bucky’s hands grip your shoulders and he forces your to stop. You smile at him in question and Bucky quickly drops his hands back to his side. “I mean, no. Probably just allergies.”

“Uh-huh.” You say in obvious disbelief. “The super soldier suddenly has allergies.”

Bucky sighs in defeat. “You know, don’t you?” He asks and you laugh softly. Your hand finds his and you interlock your fingers together.

“Only because you left the ring on the counter last night and I saw it when I went to get water.” You say apologetically. Bucky drops his head so his forehead rests against your shoulder and lets out a groan.

You press a kiss to his temple before nudging him away. “Ask me.” You urge softly. Bucky wants to say no, that he wants to do it right, but this seems almost fitting.

You were what pushed him to be better, so maybe it made sense for you to be the one who pushed him in this too. He wasn’t sure he would even be able to without it, honestly.

He sucks in a deep breath before dropping to one knee in front of you. There are gasps of people passing by, but Bucky keeps his eyes on you as he pulls out the ring. Resized and cleaned, ready for your finger.

“I have a speech so just, bear with me. Okay?” A smile spreads across your face as you nod. “This is the third summer I’ve spent completely in love with you. I didn’t know I could feel this way about someone. Sometimes I’m still shocked that you wake up everyday and choose to be with me. But I promise I don’t take it for granted. Not for one second because I love you so much and I wake up every morning ready to show you forever. And I… I um.” Bucky swallows. “I had more planned, but I’m so nervous and I just want to ask you already.”

“Ask me.” You whisper with a bright smile. A group has gathered around you two by now, everyone murmuring in excitement but you and Bucky can only stare at each other.

“Will you marry me?” Bucky asks softly. He can see his hand shaking as he holds out the ring to you even though there’s no doubt in his mind that you’ll say yes. “Please?” He tacks on for good measure.

You nod quickly, holding your left hand out to him. “Yes. Yes. Of course!” You cheer. Once he has slipped the the ring onto your finger, you pull him up by the collar of his shirt.

You kiss him without a care in the world. Bucky’s hand comes up to rest on the back of your neck as excited cheers resound from all around you two.

When you pull away you’re smiling brighter than he’s ever seen. Bucky can’t do anything but return it.

His eyes move around the crowd and find Eugene, the man who runs the plum stand. He smiles kindly at Bucky and mouths I told you so. Bucky laughs to himself before pressing a kiss to your head.

This Farmer’s Market was probably the best decision Bucky had ever made.

It had brought him you.

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notes // what did i say about soft!bucky? that he was all i knew how to write!!

reblogs and replies are always appreciated, especially if you read and enjoyed this piece!

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Bucky By Night

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42838599

by Writer_Lethogica

Sam Wilson has discovered his new favorite radio show. He may or may not be calling in every day to talk to the show's host.

EXCERPT:

“Thank you for calling into Bucky By Night,” said the voice from the radio, as if excited just getting a caller, “What are you calling in for, Sam?”

Sam should be saying something. About the story Bucky told. Maybe just hang up. But Sam couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop himself as the words just toppled out of his mouth.

“Bucky By Night?” Sam said, “What are you by day, then?”

On a winding road, off a beautiful, murky gulf coast, the sun not quite creeping up onto the horizon and painting the world in an orange tinge, Sam had asked a man what might have been the corniest pickup line in the world.

Bucky cackled on the other side of the phone. Because of course this man’s a dork. He ran a horror show from midnight to six in the morning on the radio.

“You know, for the entire year I’ve been doing this, no one has ever asked me that, Sam,” said Bucky warmly.

Amused.

And Sam couldn’t help but smile at that.

“So? Are you telling me what you’re called or what?” asked Sam, giggling.

Words: 6269, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 36 of SamBucky One-Shots

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Tommy (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier), Carlos (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier), Joaquín Torres, Eli Bradley, Misty Knight, Monica Rambeau, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Figaro the Cat (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, POV Sam Wilson, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff and Crack, Fisherman Sam Wilson, Radio Host Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42838599

[navegandoaciegas]

Lace

Pairing: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (not Stucky)

Summary: Bucky is on Santa’s naughty list, but you make sure he gets his Christmas gift anyways.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, lovesick/insecure/creepy!Bucky, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal sex, oral sex, creampie, reader is a meanie in this one, but Bucky is a perv to be fair. Bucky wearing panties.

A/N: I was inspired by @mypoisonedvine sinful bodyguard au, so here we go. Written for the Happy Hoelidays Challenge hosted by @navybrat817 @stargazingfangirl18 and @donutloverxo . I chose the prompt “Well, well, well looks like you’re my gift…and now I get to unwrap you.” I hope you guys like this!

Bucky didn’t hate being a bodyguard, in fact he liked it.

He’d had to endure his fair share of trust fund brats, spoiled ladies with wandering eyes and even more wandering hands, and filthy rich men with anger issues, but it had all ultimately led to you, and you were all that mattered.

Bucky liked his job. He really did. What he hated, though, was taking you home after an event, as most times it meant that you weren’t alone, and some rich hunk with an Invisalign smile he couldn’t afford would be attached to you like a leech.

He hated those men, hated the way they touched you like he so desperately wanted but couldn’t, but most importantly, he hated how you enjoyed it.

Steve Rogers, tonight’s man, was Hollywood’s heartthrob of the moment, and Bucky could see why you’d chosen him at the Christmas party you’d attended.

Tall, broad shoulders, long slicked back hair, thich brown beard and puppy eyes,

He’d had his lips on yours during the ride, his hands shamelessly hiking up your cocktail dress, past your crimson panties -that Bucky totally hadn’t taken a peak at while you were getting ready-, until he’d heard your breath hitch, and some broken moans escape your lips, and he’d known that Steve had dipped his filthy hands inside your cunt. And that had enraged him as much as it had aroused him.

Then the driver had turned the volume of the radio all the way up with a disgusted sneer, and Bucky had gotten back to sulking in the passenger seat while another man made you his for the night.

The elevator’s doors slided open with a ding, and Bucky trudged to the front door of your penthouse, ready for a restless night of listening to your screams and Steve’s groans through the thin walls of your bedroom like it’d had happened countless times before.

Steve grabbed a handful of your ass, and you yelped, giggling as you shed his velvet jacket and threw it on the couch. He hoisted you up on the counter of your open space, settling himself between your legs, and when enough bile had risen in his throat to make him sick, Bucky turned around, cock already achingly hard in his pants, mood soured.

He’d need to take care of that on his own, imagining your manicured hands instead of his calloused, rough ones. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine you crying out for him, crying out his name instead of Steve’s.

He made his way through your living room, dragging his feet with heavy steps.

He was a stupid, hopeless man, with a stupid, creepy crush on his employer, and absolutely no chance to- “Going to bed already?”

Your voice surprised him, startling out of his gloomy thoughts, and he whirled around, finding you still propped on the counter, the shameless tick still stuck to your side.

You’d normally yell at him to get lost while you fucked whatever man you wanted, so he found it odd that you’d spoken to him in something other than contempt.

The imagine of your hands on Steve’s face were enough to make him want to lash out at you, yell at you to go to Hell where many of your employees whispered you’d crawled up from, but he knew he couldn’t. He could never be mad at you. And even if he couldn’t have you, being in your life as your bodyguard was better than not being in your life at all.

So he sucked it up, and gave you what he hoped was a convincing smile. “‘S been a long night.”

You hummed, eyes still boring in his while Steve’s huge hands travelled up your thighs, disappearing under your dress. He busied himself with your neck, suckling the skin between his teeth, sucking bruises from the slope of your shoulder to your pulse point.

“Why don’t you stay, hm?” you moaned, gaze unwavering, tilting your head to give him better access.

Bucky wondered how Steve could be so unaffected by your words, when he was combusting on the spot, throat dry and eyes wide. He reasoned that he must have heard wrong, or that you were playing some cruel prank on him.

His crush was probably not as subtle as he’d liked, and you weren’t as oblivious as he wished.

You giggled when he gaped at you like a fish, and Steve turned his head just enough to smirk at him, en evil glint in his eyes, before he dove back in the crook of your neck, descending further to the swell of your breasts.

He was sure that he’d blushed a deep shade of crimson, deeper than the one of your panties. He’d heard you moan wantonly, heard the sweet sounds you made when a man pleasured you, memorized your whimpers and pleads when you begged them to fuck you harder, faster, deeper.

He wasn’t proud of it, but he’d watched the sex scenes in your movie until he’d etched every curve and line of your body in the back of his mind, and he was even less proud of the fact that he’d kept things he shouldn’t have kept, and had jerked off to them countless times.

Bucky fought the urge to follow his tongue as it traced the outline of your tits, pushed up by a matching bra -the one that he had also totally not taken a peak at-, and cleared his throat.

“I’ll leave you two to it, ma’am. Have a good night.”

“Wait,” you whined, pushing Steve away and jumping down the counter with a huff.

The pout on your lips was his weakness, and you knew it. You grabbed your himbo by the collar of his suit, and dragged him to your bedroom, beckoning Bucky to follow you.

His legs led him behind you as you opened the door and pushed Steve down on the bed.

He was bewildered, and alarmed, but he as usual, he did nothing but obey.

“I want you to stay, and watch,” you declared, straddling Steve’s lap.

Bucky’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, and he sputtered for an adequate response, coming up empty.

“What-?” he stammered, confused and a little hurt.

He looked at Steve for something, anything, but found him busy pushing down your dress, your tits spilling out of the fabric.

He gulped, unable to tear his gaze away.

“Nothing you haven’t seen already, right?”

You chuckled then, and turned around to face him while you ground your ass on Steve’s lap.

“What is it, Bucky baby?” you asked, quirking a brow, “You think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?”

All rational thoughts flew out the window the moment you spread your legs, hooked your fingers around the band of your panties and pushed them down your thighs.

The feeble fabric bunched around your heels, and with a twist of your foot, you sent it flying over to Bucky. It hit him in the chest, and he grasped it in his palm before it fell to the ground.

Your glistening heat was in full display, slick gathered around your entrance, swollen clit, and his mouth watered at the sight. He wanted so desperately to crawl over to you and dip his head between your legs, worshipping your body like you deserved.

“You think I don’t know?”

“Know what?” he whimpered, eyes travelling upwards, hypnotized on Steve’s tongue as it swirled around one of your nipples, the bud stiffening right between his lips.

“That you lay all alone in your bed, everynight, and think about me. That you wish it was my hand around your cock when you stroke yourself, and-God, baby-, thinking about fucking me, fuck-” you moaned, fisting a handful of Steve’s golden hair when his teeth grazed your sentitive peaks, “That you want to be buried deep inside my cunt and fill me up with your cum?”

He stood there, mouth agape, getting hardered with every world you breathed out.

“You think I don’t know you sneak in my room, like a little creep? Think I really believe that it’s the dryer eating up my panties?”

His head was empty in that moment, bile rising in his chest as Steve’s eyes fixed on his, derision written all over his face.

He wanted the ground to swallow him whole, and to disappear forever, to never have to face the humiliation of being confronted for his disturbing behavior again.

He’d never felt so low in his life before.

“What do you do with my panties, baby boy? Do you sniff them like a pervert? Do you jerk off thinking about me and then cum in them, pretending that it’s my pussy instead?”

You stood up from Steve's lap, taking slow, calculated steps towards him. When your hand grazed his aching cock through his slacks, a pathetic cry left his lips.

“Or maybe you like to wear them, hm? You like wearing my panties, Bucky? Like how lace looks around your fat cock?”

He averted his eyes to the carpeted floors, and you snickered, squeezing his balls tighter in your grip.

“I knew it.”

You didn’t sound angry, just very amused.

He didn’t know why or how you’d known these things, what he knew was that the guilt that had been gnawing his heart for months was finally bubbling up in his chest.

He realized it was wrong, pleasuring himself to your things without your consent, but at the time he’d been so desperate to imagine himself with you, feel closer to you, that he hadn’t cared for the morality of it all.

Sobs shook his chest and tears streamed down his face as apologies spilled out of his lips. Your hands caressed his stubbled cheeks, a soft smile on your lips.

“I like seeing you cry, pretty boy. Maybe I should do it more often,” you mused, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of his mouth.

His crying ceased when he felt your tongue lick the trail of tears from his lips to the corner of his eye, your hands fisting his button down shirt. He didn’t move, didn’t even breath or blink, afraid you’d disappear before his eyes.

“Since you like watching so much,” you spoke in his ear, your breath sending tingles down his spine, “then I’ll let you watch.”

He stood frozen on the spot, looking over at your companion, who merely shrugged, undoing his belt, unfazed by the turn of events.

“You’ve been naughty, so naughty this year,” you taunted him, “but it’s just your luck that I’m more generous and forgiving than Santa himself. Consider this a Christmas gift, hm? Merry Christmas, Bucky baby,” you cheered, a million dollar smile on your face, “now strip.”

The command was spoken with such authority, so unlike your honeyed voice, that he was sure he’d get whiplash before the night ended.

He shed his clothes quickly, knowing that you didn’t like to wait, only hesitating a little before getting rid of his shirt.

You took a moment to scan his features, eyes scrutinizing all his flaws, tracing the marred skin around his prosthetic, the scars on his chest, abdomen, the flared one that ran from his armpit to the side of his face.

He wasn’t the prettiest to look at, he didn’t have flawless skin like Steve, but he hoped you liked what you saw.

You hummed, and he followed your tongue as it darted out to wet your lips.

“The boxers need to go, puppy.”

He casted a shy glance at you, and then at Steve, and hooked his fingers around the waistband of his briefs, letting them drop to the carpet around his feet.

He felt vulnerable under your heated gaze, and the blush that graced his cheeks expanded to his neck, down to his chest. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his throbbing cock bobbing with the motion.

“Who knew you were packing all this,” you purred, taking a step forward.

You raised a hand, sharp nails grazing his pecs, the coarse hair that trailed his abs, until you grasped his cock.

He’d imagined countless times your palm on his velvety skin, your wrist twisting around him, but none of his fantasies came even remotely close to the real thing.

He closed his eyes with a sigh, and let you work him in your fist, your other hand caressing the side of his face. He felt like he could come just like that, until you stopped abruptly.

“Wear my panties,” you commanded, voice almost bored, taking a step back.

“W-what? I- I can’t, I’m-”

“You’ve done it before, haven’t you? I wanna see it.”

He hesitated a moment, biting his lips. He could refuse… but he really liked wearing your underwear, and he really liked making you happy, keeping you satisfied.

He bent over, grabbing your panties from the pile of clothes on the floor, and slowly slid them up his thick legs.

The lace dug in his flesh, and his cock sat upright against his pubic bone, a wet patch of pre cum already seeping through the crimson mesh.

He felt pretty in your panties, and he didn’t feel pretty often. He was happy, as happy as he could be in the moment, when he didn’t find disgust on your face, or ridicule on Steve’s.

“They look better on you, baby boy. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you wear them wherever you want, hm?”

Again, you didn’t sound mad, so Bucky nodded meekly, and followed your instructions to sit down on the chair next to your bed, and keep his eyes wide open.

“You can touch yourself, but if you cum before we’re done, you’re getting punished. And you don’t want to know what that entails,” you added behind your shoulder, crawling on the bed.

Steve perked up, gently clutching your forearms and bringing you down to him.

His eyes darted briefly from yours to your lips, and he crashed his mouth against yours, pulling you in a breathtaking kiss, all tongue and clattering teeth.

You pulled back to catch your breath as Steve ogled you.

“Well, well, well looks like you’re my gift…and now I get to unwrap you,” Steve murmured against your skin, dragging you down between his thick thighs.

He tore your dress down the front, and shred your lingerie to pieces with a brute force that Bucky didn’t imagine he possessed, leaving you in your high heels.

You always looked beautiful, but under the soft lights of your room, slightly out of breath, you seemed ethereal. Steve’s lips were everywhere on your body, tongue licking stripes from your stomach to your tits, his touch bruising on your skin as he kneaded your flesh between his hands. You hissed when bit down on your neck, and pushed him down against the headboard, crawling over to him.

Bucky had the perfect visual of your ass up in the air, your tits swinging, and your face slowly lowering down. He rubbed his hand over your panties, bucking his hips a little so soothe some of the ache in his throbbing cock.

He almost gasped when you tugged down on Steve’s boxers, and his cock sprung out against his abs. He was big, certainly bigger than him, and so thick that your hand couldn’t wrap around him.

You threw Bucky a mischievous wink, and flattened your tongue, licking a stripe from Steve’s balls to his tip. You were good, he realized, teasing him with slow, kitten licks, swirling your tongue around his sensitive slit, peppering kisses over his shaft.

Steve was breathless, a thin coat of sweat covering his shredded muscles, and he threw his head back when you took him in your mouth, painted lips closing around him.

Bucky wished it was his cock you were sucking, but overall couldn’t complain about the show.

You lowered your head, swallowing Steve’s cock slowly but surely, stretching your jaw as much as possible. You began bobbing up and down then, one hand twisting his velvety skin where your mouth couldn’t reach, the other fondling with his balls.

Bucky felt like he could burst at any moment, but he willed his pleasure back, eager for your approval when he’d show you he hadn’t disobeyed you. The more you hollowed out your cheeks around Steve’s cock, the more he felt the need to be your good, obedient boy.

Steve grunted, a string of curses leaving his lips when your teeth grazed his sensitive head, and held you down, pressing a hand against the back of your head. He began bucking his hips upwards, fucking your mouth with a brutal pace.

“So fuckin’ good, baby, fuck-, suck my cock, -yes, that’s good, like the little slut you are.”

You gagged, sputtered and choked around his cock, saliva dribbling down your chin, tears streaming down your face, eyes boring into Steve’s.

Bucky squeezed the base of his cock tightly, wishing he was the one fucking your face right now.

A strangled gasp escaped you when Steve pulled your head up by your hair, a string of saliva dripping from your lips to his cock.

“You’re too good at this, sweetheart, but I don't want it to be over so soon,” he snarled, voice raspy.

He tossed you sideways, and you spread your legs. From where he sat, Bucky had the perfect visual of your slick cunt.

Steve pumped his cock a few times, and lined himself up with your entrance. He dragged the tip through your folds, coating himself in your juices before slamming inside you.

Your pussy twitched around him, and Bucky observed completely enraptured how your tight walls gripped his cock as he thrusted inside you, slowly at first.

“Fuck, Steve, you’re so fuckin’ big, God, yes, yes, move,” you shrieked, nails digging in Steve’s back.

He gave it to you like you wanted, hips snapping at a punishing pace, and soon the room was filled with the lewd squelching sounds of your dripping cunt and the slapping ones of Steve’s balls against your ass.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, baby, I can feel you squeezing my cock,” he growled, hoisting your leg over the crook of his arm, thrusting deeper into you, “Can you be good for me? A good little cockdrunk whore, hm? Cum on my cock, baby, I know you can do this.”

Bucky squirmed on his chair, pressing down on his balls, feeling the coil in his lower belly tighten. He almost came when you did, but willed himself back. He’d have to be good for you.

“Shit, I’m coming, yes, fuck, fuck-” you screeched, toes curling and muscles going rigid as waves of pleasure shook through you.

Steve gave you no time to come down from your high, manhandling you on all fours, ass up in the air, and slamming himself inside you again.

Your eyes met Bucky’s, and he lost himself in the raw, deep passion he found there. Makeup streamed down your cheeks, your lipstick smudged all over your chin and nose.

You looked like the embodiment of sin, with your swollen lips in the shape on an ‘o’ and glazed eyes.

“You like this, hm? Like when I fuck you like a whore?” Steve growled, pounding into you like a man possessed, “Like my big fuckin’ cock inside you?”

You mewled, fisting the sheets of your bed, shrieking when he pulled you up by your hair, flush against his chest. He kept fucking into you, one hand clutching your cunt, fingers teasing your clit.

Bucky’s balls felt tight, and he was so hard it hurt, as he watched Steve hammer into you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your abused pussy, until he’d lost count of how many he’d given you, and you were barely coherent, saliva dribbling down your chin, mumbling incoherent, broken prayers.

He’d fucked you stupid, unable to speak or do anything, really, other than letting him rut inside you.

After what felt like hours, Steve’s hips stuttered, and he stilled with an animalistic grunt, emptying himself inside you. He collapsed to your side, catching his breath.

When you set back on your elbows, spreading your legs, both men watched in fascination as his cum seeped out of your swollen cunt, pooling on the silky fabric of your sheets.

“C’mon, pretty boy, your turn now,” Steve panted, beckoning him over.

Bucky hesitated before getting up from his chair, ready to burst at the seams at any minute, and crawled over to you, settling between your legs.

“Lick her clean,” Steve commanded, and he obeyed with no second though, dipping his tongue between your folds.

Your tangy taste mixed with Steve’s slightly salty cum, but Bucky didn’t care, intent on sucking your dry. He lapped at your cunt, tongue working your sensitive bud, latching onto it and suckling it between his lips.

“More,” you pleaded, fisting his locks in your hands, grinding your hips on his face.

He dipped two fingers inside you, then, pumping them in and out your pussy, enjoying the feel of your walls twitching and fluttering around them.

He doubled his efforts, crooking his palm and jerking his hand inside you while swiping his face through your folds, rutting his hips against the mattress to relieve the ache in his cock.

“God, yes, so good, please-,” you blabbered, voice getting more high pitched the closer you got to the edge.

Finally, you came with a moan, clamping down on his fingers and gushing all over his face, coating his beard and mouth in your release. He came too, without realizing it, filling your lace panties in his cum like he’d done a million times before.

You stayed like that, you sprawled on the bed, Steve leaning against the headboard and Bucky slumped against your bed for what felt like hours, until you’d all caught your breath.

You turned your head to the side, reaching for his face, cradling him in your palm. He nuzzled your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to your wrist.

“You’ve done so well, baby boy,” you slurred, “I hope you liked your Christmas gift.”

He nodded, feeling his eyelids grow heavy, wanting nothing more than hold you in his arms, and being held by you.

“Hm, now get the Hell out of ‘ere,” you mumbled, “you both do. I need my sleep.”

With that, you rolled over, pulling the sheets over your naked body, leaving a dumbfounded Bucky and an amused Steve.

“Well, Merry Christmas, pal,” Steve chuckled, patting on his shoulder as he brushed past him, clothes in hand.

Bucky stayed frozen until he heard the front door shut, and tiptoed his way out, trying to wrap his head around the last few hours.

A Merry fuckin’ Christmas indeed, but Bucky wasn’t complaining.

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[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Dirty Shirley

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/pcJQji1

by elkleggs, justanotherStonyfan

It's a freezing cold night in 1956 and, at 21 years of age, Bucky Barnes has been a promising up-and-comer since leaving college. With friends in the radio business, and one eye on the bustling Boston party scene, a surprise opportunity at a local charity event - hosted by the notorious Mr and Mrs Rogers - changes everything.

Words: 16620, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of Mission Fics

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Peggy Carter, James "Bucky" Barnes/Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes/Peggy Carter/Sam Wilson/Natasha Romanov

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - 1950s, Swingers, Making Out, Frottage, Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers, Party, Boston, Classic Cars, Alcohol, Lollipops, Hand Feeding, Foot Massage

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[thatmexisaurusrex]

So, I'm thinking of making this fic called "Bucky by Night" which will be about Sam starting to listen to a weird late-night/early-morning radio show where host Bucky Barnes tells ghost stories to his viewers and does little Q&As after. Sam starts calling in and he and Bucky become friends and maybe more over time. I thought I'd make a little intro spiel for the radio station, so here's one as well as a little banner for the fic:

Photo from Here.

I spliced and overlapped this radio intro, the start of this song, and this wolf sound together to make this. It's not perfect, and probably needs tweaking, but I'm pretty happy with how it's turned out 😆 I tried adding a wolf howl but 😂 It makes sense without it lol

[jewels2876]

Wise Up

I’m really not dead! LOL

All of the HBCs are doing a Candy Hearts Club for Valentine’s Day - today’s prompt is Wise Up

I’m going back to Radio Host!Bucky for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​

Italics are the reader’s thoughts

Word Count: 423

Rating: PG

Masterlist

The theme music ended; Bucky’s smooth voice came across your laptop. “This is Bucky, here to help you with all of your sexy needs. With me today is one of my good friends, Sam.” 

Sam waved to the mic with a grin. “Hi y’all,” he drawled.

“Today’s topic is trusting your intuition,” Bucky began. “Women are better at this; guys tend to do what they’ve always done.” Bucky noticed the flashing lights on his soundboard and grinned. “You guys are already scrambling to chime in, so let’s take a caller.” He pushed a button and a rush of giggles came through.

“Hiiii Bucky!” She sounds young, you thought. “I always seem to pick the same kind of bad boys, no matter how much they hurt me. How do I trust my gut when I meet the next guy?”

Sam jumped on the question quickly. “First off, you sound too sweet to be finding nothing but bad boys. How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” she giggled.

Sam sighed. “Sweet girl, I’mma gonna tell you this straight. You need to wise up, not necessarily grow up; they’re two different things.”

“Really Sam?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Wisdom comes with age; eighteen is barely legal in all states. No offense doll.”

“Oh, none taken!” She giggled again. “My friends will tell you I have horrible judgment when it comes to guys though.”

“Ok doll, this is what you do,” Bucky explained. “First off, you have to take a deep breath; the urge to giggle might make people think they don’t have to take you seriously.” 

Smooth, my boyfriend is so smooth! 

“Secondly, don’t take everything you see at face value. A guy who’s dressed in designer everything might look down at your couponing. Someone might look good, but you have to talk to them before you make any decisions. Third, if you feel something is ‘off’ when you talk to a guy, that’s your instinct telling you something. You can keep talking to see if it gets better or you can thank him for a nice time and choose not to see him again.”

The booth was silent for a moment. “Thank you Bucky! That’s amazing advice; I’ll try it on my date tonight!” The call ended and Sam shook his head with a grin.

Bucky chuckled. “I kind of want to be a fly on the wall for THAT date! Doll, reach out after your date and let me know how it went.” He looked over at Sam. “Ready for the next call?”

[jstarswrites]

Love On Air

Part 1

New series! Reader is a radio show host with best friends Nat and Wanda. Bucky is also a radio host with Steve and Sam. Different shows, same parent company. When the bosses get together and decide having the two teams mix and hang out would be good PR, Y/N soon realises there's more to Bucky than his on air persona. And soon, feelings begin to mature. One things for sure, this show is one you dont want to miss.

This is a completed series, with each part already scheduled. Updates will be in the morning and evening until finished. Reply to the masterlist post for this fic to be added to the taglist. Message me to be added to the bucky taglist.

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Part 2