Double Trouble

I am so weak for bucky that I would have stayed either way

And this was fucking hot

Hello lovely person I just got my period so I’m depressed !

Let’s make me even more depressed with this prompt please

“ you know, if you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you’ve succeeded.” With my lovely babe bucky please and also can the reader be the one to say it (I don’t know if this sentence made sense but let’s ignore it )

Uhhh Mother Nature strikes again! May you be blessed with heat packs, sleep and snacks <3

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Love 'em and leave 'em || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, sparring/fights, rough blowjob, roughish sex, slight degradation, unprotected sex WC: 1278

First rule: don’t get attached Second rule: reread first rule Third rule: leave when you get attached

Those were the rules you lived by and the rules you would die by, after all, you can’t get your heart broken if you never let anyone into it.

“Look at that, Barnes.” You smirked as he was thrown to the ground once again by Steve, the sweat from his face leaving a streak of shine across the vinyl mat flooring. “I didn’t realise you were the janitor.”

“Do you really have to antagonise him?” Steve huffed as he caught his friend around the waist and stopped him from making his way over to you. “You two need to sort this rivalry out.”

“There is no rivalry, he’s not even in the same league as me.” Your flippant attitude pissed the soldier off even more but he was so easy to wind up it was impossible to resist.

“Let go of me.” Bucky growled as he tore himself from Steve’s arms and left the gym, leaving you with the deeply disappointed Captain.

“Oh, don’t give me that patronising look.” You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder. “You’re the one who used his face for a mop.”

“Please, y/n, just go and apologise.”

“Fine, but if you hear us going at it, don’t you dare try to intervene.” You warned. “He could do with a little smackdown. You never told me he would have as big an attitude as me.”

“No one comes close to you.” Steve laughed and began to pick up the training mats. “Just don’t destroy the whole floor this time.”

Your lips curled up in a dark smile as you remembered the last round with Barnes. “No promises, Cap.”

The air was crushed from your chest the second you entered Bucky’s room, your back being shoved roughly against the wall. “What took you so long?” He growled as his mouth attacked your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Sowing seeds in the old Captain's head.” You answered with a moan as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your leggings and over your mound. “Can’t have him finding out the truth can we.”

Your hands were tearing his shirt over his head and his lips lost contact with yours for a second before you crashed back together, gentleness wasn’t in your nature or his. His vibranium hand took your wrists and pinned them above your head, your strength nothing compared to the advanced weapon he had been armed with, literally.

“Such a fucking drama queen.” He growled as his warm fingers teased your wet slit, two thick digits slipping inside.

“You seem to enjoy the act well enough.” You teased as you rolled your hips into his touch and moaned as he reached the sweet spot.

“Enough talking, on your knees.”

He let go of your wrists and you dropped to your knees, pulling his pants down as you went and freeing his thick cock from his boxers. Your mouth was watering as you gripped his shaft tightly and rolled your wrist, licking the bead of cum that was already pooling at the slit. His hands planted against the wall and his hips pushed forward, pushing his cock past your lips and you opened your mouth wider to take him.

You hummed at his musky taste filling your mouth and relaxed your throat before his large hand covered your head and held you still so he could fuck your face. Your throat convulsed at the assault and your pussy throbbed with every thrust he dealt you, your spit running down your chin.

“Fuck, can’t mouth off now can you.” He grunted as your nails dug into the tense muscles of his thighs.

Your hand slid up until it cupped his balls, a small squeeze earning a deep moan but also warning him that you were still in control despite what he thought. All too soon he was pushing deeper than you could breathe, your eyes watering, and you pushed him back to gasp fresh air in your lungs. There wasn’t any time to recover before he hooked his hand under your arms and pulled you to your feet, needing to feel you wrapped around his cock.

You were already pushing your leggings and panties down over your hips and kicking them off as you pushed him back towards his bed, his knees hitting the edge and sending him falling on his back. It was your turn to pin his hands above his head as you climbed on his lap and impaled yourself down his length with a satisfied sigh, rolling your hips and taking your pleasure from him. His eyelids were hooded as he bent his knees and thrust up into you, your head tipping back with a cry as he bumped your cervix.

“God, I hate you so much.” You moaned as he tore his hand from your grip and pressed his thumb to your clit. “But you fuck so good.”

“That right, doll?” He chuckled. “I don’t think you hate me at all.”

“Just shut up and fuck me, Barnes.”

His smirk grew before he flipped you over and bent your knees to your chest. Your head was spinning from the short breaths you were forced to take in the position he put you in and you knew you would have bruises from the tight grip he had on your thighs. You loved the marks he left but you were also very wary of where he left them, not wanting the team to know the two of you were fucking.

“Look at that pretty pussy.” He said with a lick of his lips as he watched his cock disappearing at your entrance. “Taking my cock so well.”

You cried out as he added a finger to your cunt and felt the burning stretch before he pulled it and ran the juices he had gathered over your clit, teasing and swirling it as your legs began to tremble. Heat flashed over your body as your orgasm built, your walls fluttering around him and tightening with every long stroke.

“Don’t stop, oh please, don’t stop.” You begged as your body hung suspended by invisible strings, Bucky the puppetmaster.

His own pace faltered as he felt your muscles clamp down and those invisible strings were cut, limbs losing all ability to function as waves of pleasure wracked your body. Unable to hold back as your pussy gripped and massaged him, he came with a deep moan of his own and let your legs fall around him as he twitched inside your deliciously aching cunt. He wasn’t in any rush to pull out as your aftershocks sent ripples up cock and soft moans from his mouth in his sensitive state of bliss.

Pushing him off you, you brushed away his hand that tried to curl around your waist. “Stay the night, doll, no one is going to give a shit. We’re both consenting adults.”

“You know that’s not how I roll. I have rules for a reason.”

“Fuck the rules, we could wake up like this everyday, sex every morning, in the shower.” His promises sounded good but you reminded yourself of the first rule. “Guess you really are just using me like every other woman has.”

“You know, if you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you’ve succeeded.” You said as you pulled your panties up your legs.

“So stay.” He said as he opened his blankets for you.

“Sorry, Barnes, rules are rules.”

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The Auction - Part 2

Mafia!Stucky x F!Reader

3009 Words

Warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), slight voyeurism, kind of dom!Steve

A/N: Finally done! Not beta’d, barely proofread, sorry for the delay folks, life has been crazy. Enjoy!

You smirked at your sister in the mirror, “Think I should ask him about the murder?”

“Don’t you dare,” Veronica warned, tugging the curling iron a little too hard. “Those guys are bad news, I’m telling you. They can make you just, poof, disappear. I can’t believe you’re going on this date in the first place.”

“What, was I supposed to turn down two thousand dollars for the hospital?”

“No one would have blamed you.” She was pursing her lips in the mirror; you’d annoyed her with your jokes.

“I would have blamed myself. I’ll be fine. Just relax.” She only huffed. “I’m a big girl, Ronnie. And I’ll text you, just like we agreed.”

“When you get there.”

“Yes.”

“When you leave the restaurant.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes.”

“And when you get home.”

“Yes! I got it.”

“Fine.” She set the curling iron down, “Done.”

You fluffed your hair in the mirror, “Thank you.” You reapplied your lipstick and stood, fixing her with a stern gaze, “I don’t want you worrying about me all night. Go do something fun and I’ll be in touch, okay?”

She crossed her arms, “Fine.” 

“I mean it, Veronica. Go home, smoke some weed, chill out. It’s going to be fine.”

She cracked a smile, “If either of them lays a hand on you, I’ll be the one on trial for murder. And you can tell them I said so.”

You laughed, pulling her into a hug, “I’ll make sure to pass that along.”

“Don’t actually,” she muttered as you parted. For a moment, the fear in her face made you doubt your decision, but it was too late to turn back now. Canceling would be worse at this point.

You both left your apartment and you locked the door behind you. You’d lucked out and the restaurant they’d picked was only a block away. No need to get a ride and if things went sour, you could be home quickly.

Adjusting your dress, you gave the host your name and waited to be seated. You sent Veronica the text you’d promised her and at the host’s signal, followed him into the dining area. 

Your heart skipped as he led you into a private dining room. It was lit by honest-to-god candlelight and the table was covered in a rich tablecloth. Seated in two chairs, opposite each other, were Steve Rogers and James Barnes. 

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God knows how every time I read this fic im full of excitement and when a finish a part I’m so sad 😭

Enamored [37] - Engagement Ball

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Gifts come with special moments.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, kissing, mentions of death.

Word Count: 6700

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You had always been good at planning events.

It was one of your favorite things in the world after all. You had only been in a position to help the actual hostess back at home and in here so far, but now that it was your engagement ball and your wedding, you were to be the hostess and you were having the time of your life so far.

Well—

With the exception of a small, very insignificant issue.

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The Surrogate [pt.1]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha, Clint and you have been inseparable since you joined Shield all those years ago. When Natasha mentions how much she wanted to be a mother you make it your mission to give her that opportunity. The hysterectomy in Widow training left her unable to carry a child but her ovaries remained. Using her egg, and a sperm donation from Clint, you carry the child and have to deal with all that comes with it - mostly a very protective mother. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, mentions of blood WC: 2610 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

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Wakanda, late 2017

Tears filled Nat’s eyes as she watched the image moving on the black and white screen. The baby, her baby, was throwing kicks that already made her so proud.

“We gotta work on that roundhouse, kid.” She murmured as she bit her knuckle to stop her lip trembling.

You took her soft hand, running your thumb over the teeth marks on her skin before wiping the stray tear that escaped. “At least give her a few years before you start training her.”

“Her?” The fearless widow's eyes widened as she looked to the sonographer.

“Too early to tell I’m afraid.” She smiled and wiped off the gel from your stomach. “We can check that at the next scan.”

“I bet she’s a girl, smart and brave like her mom.” You said squeezing Nat’s hand before getting up from the bed.

Natasha held the precious images in her hands as you left the hospital and kept peeking at them as if they would suddenly disappear. She was so wrapped up in the outline of her baby's face that when she saw sudden movement beside her she lashed out. Clint groaned and she grabbed his hand and twisted it away from your stomach before dropping it like hot coals.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” She gasped, taking his hand and rubbing his sprained wrist. “You shouldn’t sneak up on us like that.”

“I’ve been talking to y/n for the past two minutes.” He chuckled and plucked the ultrasound images from her fingers to look at the baby. “Ugh, they all look like aliens.”

Natasha hit his arm as she took them back and cradled them to her chest while he laughed at her defensiveness. “Do not!”

“Trust me, I’ve been through this three times. Don’t let them do a 4D scan, it’ll give you nightmares.” He said with a theatrical shiver. “Now who’s up for sushi, I’m starving.”

“She’s not allowed sushi.” She answered before you could. “Shouldn’t you be heading home before anyone realises you left. You are under house arrest, remember?”

“How could I forget?” He laughed. “Fine, fine, I can tell when I’m not wanted. I jizzed in a jar for you and now you don’t need me anymore. I feel used.”

“We really do love you.” You promised as you waved him off, the Wakandans giving him a stealth lift home.

You were about to walk over to the quinjet that Steve, Sam and Wanda were waiting at when Nat pulled you to a stop. You could already see what she was about to ask of you the second your eyes connected and you shook your head.

“I’m going with you, Nat.”

“Please, I need to know you and this baby are somewhere safe, warm and fed.” She said as she splayed her fingers across your abdomen, the tiniest hint of bump beneath her palm. “T’Challa has said you are welcome here and Shuri will make sure you have the best care possible.”

“You make it sound like you're not coming back.” Your emotions had already been all over the place the last three months and once again fresh tears pricked your eyes.

“We will stop by whenever we can, I promise.” She said, wiping your eyes and wrapping her arms around your waist. “It just might be a little while.”

A larger pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders as Nat stepped away and you looked up to see Steve with a sad smile. “You just worry about taking care of that baby, I’ll watch her back.”

“Watch each other’s backs.” You said louder as you looked at the others lined up on the ramp.

“I need a favour.” Steve suddenly said seriously and you frowned at the tone. “Can you check in on Bucky?”

“You didn’t go and see him?” Your frown deepened.

“I went to but…he looked…I dunno, peaceful. If he saw me he would offer to come with us and…”

“You don’t think the Wakandans got rid of it all?”

“No, it’s not that, I know they broke Hydra’s hold on him but I don’t know if Bucky has. If that makes sense.”

You ran your hands up and down his huge biceps and tried to ease the discontent in your friend as you nodded. “You guys better get going. Don’t worry about me or Bucky, just don’t get caught.”

You gave one last wave as the ramp began to rise and prayed they stayed safe as they headed to Algeria to help with a new conflict. It was all you and the team of rogue avengers had done for just over a year, moving from one fight to another hoping to bring peace. You actually weren’t sure what you were going to do with yourself, you never usually had so much time on your hands but now you had six months.

“Excuse me, where can I find Bucky?” You asked Ayo as you passed her on the way to your new room.

“The white wolf keeps to himself.” She nodded her head to the wall of glass that overlooked the pastures. “He has a spot a few miles out.”

She pulled a black orb off her bracelet and held it out to you, tapping it to open a holographic image that morphed into a map. “Goodluck.”

She tapped the butt of her spear into the ground twice before continuing on her journey and disappearing around the corner before you could even ask what she meant by that. Confused and in possession of a highly intelligent piece of equipment, you held tight to the ball and walked away from your room with the map tracing your every move.

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The long grass kept catching on your clothes as you walked and you swore under your breath as you followed the device's coordinates towards an ochre clay and thatch hut, similar to some you had passed on the long walk. You had almost reached the curtained archway when a head popped out followed by the man himself, having to duck low to get out of his home, and his forehead instantly crumpled as he spotted you.

“Uh, hey.” You said with an awkward wave, not really having had a plan for how this meeting would go.

“You were in Germany.” He said, recognising you from the briefest of interactions before you had helped evacuate people from the airport before it got destroyed. “Y/n.”

You were surprised how much you liked the sound of your name on his tongue, a hint of his Brooklyn accent peeking through.

“Yeah, Steve asked me to check in on you since I’m going to be staying here for the next few months.” You smiled and mindlessly rubbed your belly as you spoke and you caught the dart of his eyes down to your hand.

“Steve’s here?” His eyes lit up before you shook your head and his face dropped. “You and Steve are…”

“Friends. I’m a surrogate.” You laughed at his confused expression, remembering Steve the first time it was explained to him too. “I’m having Natasha’s baby.”

“She’s the father?” He looked even more confused and you had to rein in your amusement as you shook your head.

“She’s the mother. Clint’s technically the father but he’s not going to be on the birth certificate.”

“That is the arrow guy, the one with the family.” He nodded remembering the other man who had helped in the fight in Germany before wrinkling his nose. “He has a wife.”

“Ok, I am really not explaining this well.” You sighed in exasperation. “Doctor’s took an egg from Natasha and Clint did his thing, y’know, in a pottle or whatever, then they put them together in a science lab and then they put it in me. Laura knows all about it and I didn’t have sex with Clint, thank god. I’m like the Virgin Mary…but not a virgin.”

“Ok.” He said with a shrug and began to walk to the veggie garden leaving you to catch up.

“That’s it, no questions?” You asked as you caught up to him and heard his laugh for the first time, a warm rumble that came from deep in his chest.

“Steve was enhanced by a serum, I’m 100 years old, I live with Wakandan technology. I don’t ask questions anymore.”

“Fair enough.”

You watched him work in silence, moving around the tracks in the garden and picking weeds that sprouted as well as gathering some cassava and tucking them in the folds of his red shuka. Every now and again he would look up to see you still leaning against a tree trunk in the shade but you knew that wasn’t necessary with his enhanced hearing, so it just left you curious.

Even in the shade the heat overwhelmed you and had you tugging at your shirt, lifting it out in the hopes that cool air might miraculously blow up it but it wasn’t working. You turned your back on Bucky and his gardening to watch the glimmer of sunlight on the little lake he lived next to. You could imagine how perfect the water would feel lapping around your feet so you kicked your shoes off and began to make your way towards the waters edge.

“Don't move!”

You froze instantly at the order, the deep timbre that gripped you to his authority and heard the quiet rustle of footsteps through the grass behind you. The grass in front of your foot moved and suddenly you realised that it wasn’t the grass moving but something moving in it. You could barely feel the arm wrapping around your waist as your heart hammered in your chest, eyes fixed on the brown head of the snake poised and ready to attack.

“Ow, fuck.” Bucky hissed as he spun you around and put himself between the venomous vine snake.

His hold on you dropped and he reached behind his back to grab the snake that had buried its fangs in the skin beneath the fabric. He glared at the snake a moment before throwing it with all his might right across the lake to the banks on the other side and groaning as the poison coursed through his veins.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You swore as you scrambled for your phone only to remember it was in your room. “What do we do? I need to get Shuri.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said through gritted teeth as he stumbled back towards his hut. “‘S not the first time.”

You hurried to his side and wrapped an arm around his waist, supporting some of his weight as you walked to his hut and ducked inside. It was far emptier than you imagined it would be, a single mattress on the floor at one end, a low table with a single cushion for him to eat at. It looked lonely.

“What did you do last time? Do you have anti-venom?” You asked as you helped him onto the mattress taking care that he didn’t lie directly on his back.

A sharp sarcastic laugh escaped his teeth and he shook his head. “I have the serum, it won’t let the venom kill me.”

“It’s still got to be painful.”

He didn’t answer but you could see it was already painful from the way his eyelids flinched with every movement and soon a trail of blood leaked from his nose. He had saved your life, you could hardly leave him in the state he was in, so you went to the few belongings that were in a woven basket and grabbed a small washcloth before dunking it in the pale of water.

“Don’t move.” You ordered as he tried to pull away from your touch.

His eyes clenched shut as a fever broke over his skin and you pressed the cool cloth to his head, leaving it to rest there while you untied his shuka. A shaking hand reached up to stop you but you placed it back at his side.

“I need to see the wound.” You said softly. “Just let me take care of you, it's the least I can do.”

His nod was imperceptible but you took his silence as agreement and pulled the red fabric away and bared his back. Four angry red puncture wounds swelled at the base of his spine, blood seeping from the holes in a constant stream.

“Why isn’t it clotting?” You asked as you wiped the blood away for the third time.

“The venom…stops it.” He stammered as shivers racked his body.

You couldn’t imagine him already going through this alone, it was horrifying to watch so you knew it must have been ten times worse to actually experience. You grabbed more of his clothes and apologised as you ripped through them to make a bandage and stem the bleeding. You promised yourself you would replace what you ruined as you pulled his blankets over his body and hoped you had done enough to ease some of his suffering.

The cassava he had harvested had fallen out of his clothes so you took them to the small hearth that had been quietly burning and found a knife to peel and cut them. A simmering pot was hung over the hearth and added the cassava to that before stirring it and going back to check on Bucky. His forehead was crumpled with pain lines as you took the now warm cloth away and placed a fresh cool one back down.

“You’ll make a good mother.” He murmured without opening his eyes.

“That’s sweet but the baby isn’t mine, Natasha will be her mother.” You sighed longingly, not realising being a mother was actually something you wanted until you were carrying someone else’s child. “Thank you for saving us.”

“Worth saving.” He muttered before his breathing slowed and sleep took over.

You couldn’t help wondering what he meant by that, did he think he wasn’t worth saving? Is that why he put himself into harm's way, because he thought it was penance for his actions as the Winter Soldier? From everything Steve told you about his best friend, you knew he was a good person and his selfless act cemented that belief but you couldn’t help but feel the need to change the way he saw himself.

Perhaps it was because of your own dark background that made you want to show him how people change, that they are not defined by their worst actions. When Natasha and Clint recruited you, they were actually on a mission to kill you. They saw something in you worth saving, something you couldn’t see until they brought you into Shield and showed you how you could use your skills for doing good. You now saw in Bucky what Nat and Clint saw in you.

The next six months looked a lot better now that you had your own mission to complete.

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Yeah bucky like how can you not want this man next to you when you wake up

Nothing’s more annoying that interrupted morning orgasms 😤 my thoughts are with you

I was wondering if there’ll be a part 2 of Love 'em and Leave 'em 👀

It was a terrible loss and I am still in mourning over the missed opportunity but it is good news for you lovely readers because I will take my sexual frustrations and turn them into some smutty fics.

Love ‘em and Leave ‘em [pt.2] || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mutual masturbation, phone sex WC: ~950

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Your nights had been lonely while Bucky was off on some mission and there was no knowing how long it would be before he returned. Twice you had almost made it to his door before you remembered he wasn’t there and had to leave unsatisfied. It sucked. Safely locked away in your room you had grabbed your vibrator from where it had sat dormant for weeks and growled as you found the batteries dead.

“Uggggh.”

Your frustrated growl echoed in the room and you haphazardly tossed the silicone device away. It seemed like you could not catch a break. You had just opened your laptop and searched for some porn when your phone rang. You frowned at the unknown number and assumed it was a scam considering it was the middle of the night but you answered it anyway.

“Hey, doll.” You could see the smirk on his face just by the tone of his voice and your video loaded at that moment, the unmissable sound of Pornhub’s tune playing on the speakers. “I caught you at a good time I hear.”

“Not quite.” You muttered and reclined back on your pillows with a sigh. “I’m guessing you didn’t call to talk about the mission.”

“Not quite.” He chuckled. “You sound like you could do with some stress relief.”

“I’m trying but someone rudely interrupted me with his call.”

“Maybe I can help, doll.” He purred. “You just gotta start by sliding your pretty panties down those sexy legs….hmm?”

You licked your suddenly dry lips and hummed in agreement as you took them off and tossed them aside.

“You’re already fucking wet, aren’t ya baby.” He chuckled, the sound of his clothes being discarded following yours. “Bet you’re fucking dripping for me. Spread those pretty lips and tell me how wet you are.”

You did as you were told, you finger brushing over your clit with a soft mewl before they dipped between your folds. Your fingers glided easily over the desire that was already leaking from you and you listened to the salacious sounds it made as you gathered it over your fingers.

“Christ, I can hear it from here.” Bucky groaned.

“Do you miss her? How she tastes?” You hummed as you sucked your wet fingers into your mouth and worked your tongue to lick them clean.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He panted as you heard the opening of a bottle and a squirt of liquid before he moaned softly. “I’d have you pressed up against the wall with your legs over my shoulders if I was there, sucking your clit until you scream my name, tasting that sweet cunt until it was overflowing.”

“Oh god, Bucky…” His name fell from your lips as your fingers attempted to please you like he did but it wasn’t the same. “My fingers can’t stretch me like you do.”

“I’ll stretch you nice and good when I get home. You’re gonna feel so fucking tight.” His breath shuddered and you both moaned, your toes curled and you back arched. “Gonna cum in that pretty pussy of yours, doll, fill her up till she overflows.”

Your eyes were fluttering shut as you tried to hold off your release but the bed was starting to quiver with your trembling legs. “Fuck, Bucky, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good girl, now don’t be quiet, I wanna hear you.” He grunted as his hand worked even faster, his grip tightening as your gasps filled his ears. “I don’t want you to stop, not until I say you’re done. Hear me?”

“Mhmm.” You agreed as your mind went numb and your core clenched around nothing, your fingers twirling your sensitive clit as waves of pleasure wracked your body. “Ho-holy shit, Bucky…”

“Keep going babygirl.” He panted as his cock began to throb in his fist and the deep pressure in your pussy grew until your entire body froze, right down to your ability to breathe. “Keep fucking going. Ugh.”

His groan awoke you and the waves of pleasure turned to just waves, your head shoved back in your pillow as liquid gushed from your cunt. You were an incoherent mess as you listened to Bucky’s rapid breathing and it was almost as if he were right beside you as you came down from your high.

“Fuck. Me.” You sighed as your body twitched and spasmed, your eyes wide at the pool of liquid between your legs. “I just fucking came everywhere.”

Bucky’s head fell heavy against the headboard in the cheap motel, his hand slick with his cum that he smeared along his shaft as he lazily stroked himself. You could hear his own soft sounds as he came down from his high.

“I wish I was there with you.” You whispered as you curled onto your side and hugged a pillow, then you realised how that sounded and you cleared your throat. “I can only imagine the mess you’ve made all over yourself, your cock probably still hard just begging to be licked clean.”

He chuckled into the phone as he wiped his hand with a tissue. “I wish you were here too, doll, for no other reason but to have you all to myself.”

“Bucky…” You sighed as you pulled the phone away from your face and slammed your laptop shut, no longer in the mood for what was showing.

“Just hear me out, please.” He asked, water running in the background. “When I get back, all I ask for is one night. Stay with me one night, if you wake up and can’t stand the sight of seeing me on the pillow beside you then fine, your rules win. But it could surprise you.”

“What’s that?”

“You might just like it.”

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Hey beautiful Ollie, how are you? If it’s okay, I was wondering if I could get a short lil thing written up by you. It’s my birthday today and I’m spending it alone this year. I thought I would be okay with it, but I just feel so depressed and alone. I don’t even know how to actually describe the feeling, but it’s not a good one. I don’t have much of a specific request in mind, just something cute and sweet about gn!reader spending their birthday being spoiled by Steve and Bucky and just made to feel important on their special day. Bonus points if reader is upset about being written off by their family, so Steve and Bucky pick up the slack and cheer them up. I know that request sounds so dumb, but it would really mean so much to me and at this point, all I want for my birthday is a fic by my favorite tumblr writer. Thank you for reading and I hope you have an amazing day.

Happy birthday beautiful!!! I had to get something whipped up for you before I start work as I don't want to miss out on your special day, I hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry you are alone this year, I'm thinking of you and sending a big hug your way xx

Birthday Wishes || Stucky x GN!reader

No warnings, just fluffiness.

If you thought you were spoiled waking up to presents and cuddles with Steve and Bucky, it was nothing compared to how you felt now. 

“No. Way.” You stared wide eyed at the restaurant Bucky had pulled up in front of. “Isn’t this place like invite only?”

Bucky grinned proudly as he watched your reaction. “Steve may have pulled some strings. We wanted to do something special, doll, it’s your birthday.”

Reaching over the gear stick, you squeezed your boyfriend’s hand appreciatively before smiling. “You guys didn’t have to do this for me. You’re gonna have trouble topping this next year.”

His own smile widened and he shrugged, turning the car off as the valet person walked around to his door. “We wanted to, you’re ours. Plus, I’m sure we will think of something, we do have a whole year to prepare.”

Your door was opened to reveal Steve smiling brightly, his need to make sure everything was perfect meaning he had arrived half an hour earlier. You stepped out with the help of Steve as Bucky rounded the car, offering you his elbow after straightening his bowtie. Safely tucked between your lovers, they led the way inside the prestigious eatery and you frowned as you saw it was completely empty. 

“I know you wish your family could be here this year but there’s a lot of other people who love you and want to celebrate with you.” Steve said a moment before a curtained wall dropped and revealed all of your friends you had made through the Avengers. Pressing his lips to your temple, you somehow heard his soft voice through their loud cheers. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”

“Alright, stop hogging the attention.” Bucky joked as he pulled you into his arms and you tipped your chin back to look into his eyes. “Did I tell you how stunning you look tonight?”

You shrugged with a smile. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.”

“That is a travesty, I should have said it at least a hundred times by now.” He tutted before stealing a quick kiss as the crowd arrived. “You really do look beautiful.”

Emotion swelled in your chest as you were embraced by each of your friends, the ache in your heart left by your family slowly easing with each kind word and hug received. 

Your feet ached but your heart was healed as you ate and danced the evening away, Steve and Bucky doting on you every second of it. When you finally crashed onto your bed at home you couldn’t even articulate just how much you appreciated what they had done for you, opting inside to show them the best way you knew how. Drawing them closer, your hands roamed their bare chests to the nape of their neck and pulled them in.

“I love you so much.” You sighed contentedly, their arms wrapping around you as they nuzzled into your neck to pepper kisses across the sensitive skin.

“We love you too.” Steve spoke for both of them, Bucky’s deep humm of agreement sending a shiver down your spine before he looked at the clock and found there was a minute to midnight. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

Ugh I waaaant a buckyyy

i have a request if youre feeling up to it!! i love your writing and really appreciate your hard work.

I was thinking buck x reader, i def need some hurt/comfort in my life tbh. maybe a caretaker!reader who has a child she’s (or gn if you want) in charge of that runs into avengers and they all develop a relationship together? maybe reader is struggling financially or mentally and avengers + specifically bucky is able to help them with their situation? im not sure if this is something youre up to but if you are I’d really appreciate it! thanks again 🤗

Reader and Bucky are just two cute awkward people being cute and awkward together 😊

When Worlds Collide || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, panic attack, blood/injury, fluff WC: 3.2k

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“Lily, time to go.”

You waited at the front door as you slipped your shoes on and checked you had everything in your bag for your shift at the hospital. You checked the clock hanging from your chest pocket and saw the seconds counting down the grey zone of cutting it close to just plain late.

“Lily, we are going to be late.”

The hurried stomps of your half sister's feet bounded down the stairs and you looked at the six year old with narrow eyes. “Brushed your teeth?”

She nodded and you curled your finger to call her closer. “Say ahh.”

She exhaled and you screwed your face up at her morning breath before she laughed and ran back up the stairs to brush her teeth.

“Scrub them for two minutes, little gremlin!” You reminded her as you watched your clock and listened to the water in the sink to shut off.

This time she bounded down the stairs and swiped her backpack from your hands as she stepped out the door. She stopped as she reached the gate to see you locking the door and she had the cheek to tut at you with her hand on her hip. “Come in, y/n, you’re gonna make me late.”

You chased her out the gate and kicked away the stone that held it open before dodging the other people making their way to the busy bus stop at 7.30am on a Monday morning. You could see the bus already at the stop just past Lily’s school gates but you were still too far away and you knew you wouldn’t make it in time. The engine roared and smoke chugged from the exhaust as it blew past you and you dropped your head back as you cursed whoever had given you all the bad luck in the world.

You huffed with gritted teeth and looked back down from the sky and stepped right into the back of a man. You groaned as you dropped your bag and quickly knelt down to grab it as he did too, knocking your heads together before you fell back on your ass. “Fudgery duck!”

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, sorry.” He rushed as he grimaced at your sorry sight, your hand rubbing your forehead furiously as Lily laughed from the sidelines. “Did you say something?”

“She said fudgery duck, she says it when she really wants to say fuck but I’m around.”

“Thanks, Lily. Aren’t you late for school?” You groaned as you pulled yourself off the cold concrete, the man offering his gloved hand. “I think I’m okay, thank you, one concussion a day is my limit.”

Lily was waving back at you as she skipped inside the school gates and you took your time righting your scrubs and wiping the small stones from your butt. You plastered a smile on your face as you waved but the second she was out of sight it fell as you thought of how expensive a taxi to work would be. Things had been tight before you had a child in your care but now you were hanging on by a thread, every cent you made went on the bills and Lily.

“Are you alright?” The man asked as he thought you were about to cry. “Should I call an ambulance?”

“No!” You rushed, the mere thought of it almost bankrupting you. “I mean, no thanks, I’m fine. Sorry, I should have been watching where I was walking.”

He shrugged off your apology and the movement pulled his sleeve up past the end of his gloves, a glint of metal peeking out.

“You’re the Avenger, Bucky, right?” You asked as you began to remember why he looked familiar. “May I?”

He looked dubious but he held his hand out and you couldn’t resist getting a closer look. The metal wasn’t cold as you had expected but it wasn’t warm to touch either and you brushed his jacket sleeve up higher so you could see how the plates moved when you bent his fingers.

“Wow, this is amazing.” You shook your head in wonderment before thinking you had probably made him uncomfortable as he stared at you. “Sorry…”

He seemed to realise he was staring and looked away with his own apology. “Most people seem pretty freaked out by it, except this kid from Queens.”

“I see a lot of vets with limbs amputated at the VHA where I work, I wish we had this sort of technology.” You sighed and dropped his hand. “And I am late. It was nice meeting you.”

The crowds were thinning as the school bell rang and more buses arrived but none of them would be heading where you needed to go.

“Do you need a ride?” Bucky offered as he watched that forlorn look pass over your face again. “It's the least I can do for headbutting you.”

You normally wouldn’t accept a ride from a stranger but he was an avenger, that meant he had to be good surely, and you had been late so often you were on your last warning. With a small grateful nod he pointed to a parking lot across the street and you walked quietly alongside him.

“Thank you for doing this, you probably have way more important things to do than be my taxi.”

“Not really.” He shrugged. “This is much better than going to see my therapist. I mean…that sounds bad…I’m not crazy, just so you know, it’s just something we have to do for work.”

“Relax, I’m not judging.” You chuckled as he fidgeted with his car keys. “I’m sure saving the world is pretty traumatic, I think I would be more worried if you didn’t need therapy.”

He was transported back to his younger days when he saw the men return from World War I and wondered how different their lives would have been had they had therapy back in those days, they didn’t even have it for the soldiers who survived World War II.

“You’re probably right.” He muttered as he unlocked his car. “Where to?”

“James J. Peters.” You said as you took a seat in the extremely clean car. “Just head straight up Grand Concourse.”

“You were going to take the bus all the way across New York?” He frowned.

You shrugged as you turned your attention out the window and mumbled under your breath. “Beggars can’t be choosers.”

One word. Five letters. That was all it took to send your heart racing into despair and you could feel the panic rising as you pushed the doors open and ran back into the parking lot you had just left. Your beg slipped from your arm as you sat heavily on the curb wondering what you had done so wrong in a past life to repeatedly have shit dumped on you.

Fired. Fired. Fired.

You heard a car door close in the parking lot but you didn’t even have the strength to find somewhere private to cry as you didn’t know how you were going to put food on the table next week. You had taken Lily in because there was no one else, if you couldn’t feed her she would have to go into the foster system and that thought sent a loud sob escaping your chest. She was family and she got on your nerves most days but she was your little gremlin and you didn’t want to lose her.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

You heard Bucky’s soft voice and let pull you up off the curb as you leant into his side and cried. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We will start with not sitting on the sidewalk for a third time.” He tried to make you smile as he opened the car door and put you on the passenger seat. “What happened?”

“I was late again.” You sighed as you hiccupped. “They f-fired me.”

He reached across you as he opened the centre console then the glove compartment. “There’s gotta be tissues somewhere…”

“Shouldn’t you know? Isn’t this your car?”

“It’s one of the communal ones from work.” He answered as he looked in the back and found a napkin someone had missed when it was cleaned. “I think this hasn’t been used.”

You snorted a laugh that turned to a cry as you accepted the white napkin that looked clean and blew your nose. “I can’t take it anymore. One fucking thing after another. I just can’t.”

Your rambling turned to panic as your mind returned to Lily and you could practically see the CPS agents knocking on your door to take her away. Your vision narrowed as you imagined them having to carry her out because your little gremlin had fight in her and if she didn’t want to go she would do everything she could to stay.

“Y/n, look at me.” Bucky called out and snapped his fingers in front of your face.

Your head turned but it felt like you were sitting at the back of a subway and watching the front of the train bend around the corner, it was a complete disconnection from what was in front of you.

“How old is Lily?”

You frowned as you watched his lips move, the sound reaching your ears moments later. “Six.”

“When’s her birthday?”

“May 29th.” You answered quicker this time as your brain caught up. “Why are you so nosy?”

His lips twitched as he sighed with relief. “You were having a panic attack. Guess therapy taught me something after all.”

You were surprised you had gone so long without a panic attack already, you knew it had been bound to happen and you were thankful that Bucky was able to spot it. You could feel he was surprised when you hugged him but after a moment he put his arm loosely around you too.

“Do you want me to give you a ride home or I was going to run some errands…we could keep each other company?” He offered as you let him free of the hug.

The thought of sitting alone at home with your thoughts sounded like a recipe for disaster but since you no longer had income you didn’t want to have to pay for a babysitter if you didn’t have to. “Lily finishes at 3, do you think we will be back by then?”

He looked at his watch and nodded before walking around the car and heading back to the east side of the city. Over the next four hours Bucky worked hard to keep you distracted and even bought you lunch, despite your best attempts to pay for your own food. Unfortunately it was time to face reality as he made the journey back to your neighbourhood and you sighed heavily at the weight that burdened your shoulders.

“Look, a smart woman like you is going to snap up a job no problem.” Bucky tried to reassure you as he came to a stop outside your house. “There must be plenty of places that need a nurse.”

“Yeah but they all have night shifts. I can’t leave Lily alone and I sure as hell can’t afford a night sitter.” You could feel yourself getting worked up about it all over again until Bucky’s gloved hand came to rest on yours with a squeeze.

“We’ll figure something out, alright.”

You didn’t want to sound ungrateful so you kept your mouth shut and just nodded, but you had no idea how he could help you, he barely knew you. “Do you want to come in for a coffee?”

He looked at the time and saw there was still half an hour before you had to pick up Lily so he turned the engine off and you unlocked the gate. He frowned as he passed the car sitting on cinder blocks in your driveway, the wheels missing.

“They couldn’t have just stolen the whole car.” You commented as you found your house key. “At least then the insurance would’ve paid out.”

You were already in the kitchen by the time Bucky entered the house and you called out to him so he knew where to find you.

“I just wanted to apologise for taking up your whole day.” You said as you leant against the countertop. “I’ve probably put you off helping someone ever again.”

His smile was genuine as he shook his head. “It’s about the most normal day I have had in years.”

“You and I have very different ideas on what a normal day is.” You laughed. “Bingeing terrible tv, blasting music and cleaning the house, that's normal.”

His nose wrinkled your idea of a normal day and you grabbed the remote for the stereo, hitting play on the last CD that was still in it. It was one your mom’s from the 80’s and you laughed at the unimpressed face Bucky had for the techno tune.

“Note to self - he doesn’t like the 80’s.” You teased as you hit stop and poured the coffee that was ready. “I’ll sell you on them, just give me some time.”

You were just walking home after taking Lily to school when you noticed a large truck pulling in front of your drive. You were about to tell them to move when the door opened and Bucky jumped out of the driver's seat.

“Uh, what’s going on?” You frowned as he waved you over and opened the back door. “What are you doing?”

“About the only thing he is good at.” A man said behind you and you spun around to see Captain America smirking. “Heavy lifting.”

“Sam, this is y/n, y/n this is Sam.” Bucky introduced as he pulled a pallet of tyres and rims out of the back of the truck.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Sam grinned as he held out his hand. “He hasn’t shut up since he came home last night.”

Your ears burned at his words but you couldn’t dwell on it too long before a quiet woman joined you, her eyes darting around everyone like they were assessing you before she smiled.

“You must be y/n, I’m Wanda.”

Her hand was warm as you shook hers and it reminded you of holding your mom’s hand as you crossed the street as a child. Shaking the odd feeling off, you looked down at your yoga pants and baggy shirt, thankful you had even changed out of your pyjamas before leaving the house. “I, um, wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“Don’t worry about it, why don’t we go inside and relax while the boys get your car fixed,” she suggested and you found your feet leading the way, “have a little girl talk.”

“Is that your power? Making me feel comfortable?” You asked as you sat beside her on the couch.

“Gosh, no.” She laughed and held her hand up so you could see it glow with a red mist. “This happens when I use my power.”

“It’s pretty.”

“It’s also deadly.” She sighed and dropped her hand.

Your eyes drifted out to the window where Bucky was lifting your car off the blocks and Sam was putting the wheels on, your voice a wistful whisper. “The two often go hand in hand.”

“So, you and Bucky?”

You put your herbal tea down on the coffee table with a scoff. “Not very smooth, Wanda. I only met him yesterday and we literally butted heads.”

“Well you must have knocked some sense into him, I don’t think I’ve seen him smile so much.”

A proud smile graced your lips at the thought of him smiling, he had been so kind to you yesterday in a way no one else had. Suddenly a cry of pain rang out and you leapt from the couch to run outside and saw Sam clutching his hand, blood running down his forearm.

“Bucky, can you go to the kitchen and get the first aid kit from under the sink?” You asked and he took off, jumping clear over the steps instead of climbing them while you helped keep pressure on the gash across his arm and led him inside.

“Damn tyre iron slipped.” He groaned as he sucked the air through his teeth.

“Please don’t sue me.” You half joked, but he had been injured on your property.

“Ha!” He laughed, making you relax. “Maybe I should sue Cyborg for being a pain in my ass.”

“Who's holding the first aid kit huh, punk?” Bucky asked as he stood in the doorway, holding it just out of reach.

“Are they always like this?” You asked Wanda as they bickered like siblings.

“Always.” She laughed before looking at Bucky. “He’s going to bleed on her couch if you don’t hand it over.”

He quickly crossed the room and placed the bag on the coffee table where you opened it and pulled on a pair of gloves first. You pulled Sam’s hand away and saw it was still bleeding but replaced his hand with a quikclot bandage.

“You’re going to need a few stitches.” You grimaced. “How’s your pain tolerance?”

“Does Bucky sized count?” He shot back with a wry smile.

“I can stitch it here or there’s an emergency room a few blocks away.” You said before the two men could start another argument.

“Here’s fine. I’ll be fine.” He said as he gritted his teeth.

“All done.” You promised as you tied off the last stitch and covered the wound up.

“Took it like a champ.” Bucky chuckled.

Sam cleared his throat and wiped his eyes with the collar of his shirt. “I just got some dust in my eye man.”

You tidied up the mess of bloody gauze and other supplies you had used before packing away the first aid kit. “I think that’s enough surprises for one day.”

“I actually have one more.” Bucky said as he tipped his head towards the kitchen and you followed him through. “I had a talk with Mrs Stark and there’s a nurse's position available in the medic bay, she’ll want to see your qualifications but if you send her the details, the job is yours.”

“What?” You asked dumbly as your mouth fell open. “You did this?”

He suddenly looked unsure of himself and scratched at his neck. “No, I mean, yes. Should I not have?”

You were absolutely stunned by everything he had done for you. You threw your arms around his waist and felt tears of joy fill your eyes and thanked him over and over.

“I know it's a bit far to travel by bus so I thought it would be easier if we got your car running for you.”

“Wait, you didn’t hurt Sam as an audition of some sort?” You pulled back to look at his aghast face.

“I mean I sometimes imagine it but…”

“I heard that.” Sam laughed.

“Ok, good. Not that you imagine it obviously, you should probably mention that to your therapist.” You joked before sobering. “Thank you, Bucky, you have no idea what this means to me.”

“You can tell me about over lunch, at work, on Monday.”

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Hands That Heal - Ch. 2

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky knows all about having a past and doesn’t judge you for yours. Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. (smut will come later) Word count: 3164

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

RECAP: “Do I know you?” Axel asked as he pointed the weapon at Bucky. “You look familiar but I know you don’t belong ‘round these parts.”

“Nah.” Bucky smirked, not showing an ounce of fear as he looked down the barrel of the gun. “I’m just here for her hands.”

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“The fuck did you say?” Axel growled as he stepped closer to Bucky but you moved in to intercept him.

“Ax, I’m just fixing his bike.” You said as you placed your hand on his gun arm and tried to lower it. “That’s all.”

“Not that it is any of your business.” Bucky commented.

You wished he would go back to being quiet, you didn’t understand why he was suddenly talkative but you would certainly ask if you all made it out of this moment alive. For now you had to try to stop your ex from putting a bullet in Bucky’s brain. That goal was getting harder by the second as he glared down at Axel and neither man looked ready to back down from the staring contest.

“You are not helping, Bucky.” You pointed to him before poking Axel in his leather clad chest. “And you, you know better than to come here. Go home to your wife and fix your fucking fence.”

“When did you grow a set of balls?”

Axel sneered at your sudden confidence but there was something about knowing Bucky was there and fearless that gave you the courage to talk to him in ways you never had before.

“Just get off my property.” You sighed and pointed out the garage door. “You’re not the only one with a gun, remember.”

“You’re lucky I’m late for church.” He growled before getting up in Bucky’s face. “You touch my girl, you’re dead.”

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Born In Flames || Chapter Two

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: guns, shooting, mention of cancer and weed

Word Count: 3,212

Authors Note: And here we see that I have no concept of keeping things nice and easy for a longer than a chapter. Also again, I will say that if you want to be a part of the tag list, either MESSAGE or SEND AN ASK. It’s too hard sometimes to keep up with the notes on things so if you want to secure a spot, do one of those two otherwise you will not be added.

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You knew the moment you got home from work that it was going to be a long….well however long you were stuck with this guy.

Both you and Bucky got up to your apartment and he was quick to lock the door and check outside.

“You can’t spend your mornings on the fire escape anymore,” Bucky spoke as he closed the window and switched the latched to close.

You, already irritated from the whole situation while being tired from work, rolled your eyes and peeled off your boots. “And why is that?”

“Because they sent photos of you sitting out there. Easy shot if they wanted to take one,” Bucky said, crossing his arms as he looked over at you.

“Like I care if I’m shot at. Maybe a dead daughter will teach my dad that his work isn’t the best. You know what?” You turned to him as you threw your hands in the air. “You’re only here because my dad says you have to be. Now I just worked a long ass shift and all I want is a hot bubble bath, my bed, and some fucking wine. Not some guard dog telling me what I can and can’t do. My mornings with Miss Liz are not going to be interrupted because you say so. Now I suggest you listen or else this is going to be a lot harder for you,” you explained, clearly exhausted.

But the look in Bucky’s eye made you want to cower. He let out a deep breath through his nose, looking as though he was trying to restrain himself. “I’m not a guard dog,” he glared.

Then again, you were too tired to care about being scared. “Whatever. I call it how I see it. Now I’m going to go do my thing. Watch tv or go to sleep or whatever it is you do,” you shrugged, leaving him standing in your living room as you went into the bathroom and shut the door.

You stayed in the bath a bit longer than usual, your phone softly playing music as your mind raced with the future and the past.

“But why do we have to leave? I was supposed to go to Marcie’s later for a sleepover!” You whined as your mom packed up a suitcase for you. You were only nine at the time, completely unaware of what your father did for a living. You thought he was just some business man. He was, but in more darker trades.

“I know, pumpkin, but what if I promise that Marcie can come over and stay a whole weekend when we get back? We’ll be at the lake house for a week, that’s all. You know, it’s firefly season. Go get your mason jar and net and we’ll see how many we can catch,” your mother, Charlotte, said. It made her heart ache to see you so disappointed. She had hoped that your life would be somewhat normal but unfortunately being around the mafia would leave your life anything but normal. She tried to make sure you got to do kid things.

Charlotte did, but your father was nowhere to be found. He was always working, always trying to fight some silent war going on. It wasn’t until your early teens that you found out what your father did for a living. You blamed him for everything wrong in your life. How you couldn’t keep friends because he was constantly pulling you away or forcing you into hiding out in the house, how you didn’t get to go to prom or homecoming because you would be an “easy target”.

Somehow you even blamed him for your mother’s death, despite it being cancer. You just felt the need to blame him for every bad thing because it always led back to him. That instance, you could agree that you were being irrational. But the one person who always gave a damn about you was now gone.

A few tears fell from your eyes as you tried to picture her in the good ways. Planting flowers in the backyard of your childhood home, teaching you how to bake cookies from scratch, even helping you sew your first dress that you made by hand. Her smile could light up a room and even with your father’s idiotic ways, she still found the good in him. The good you had yet to see. Sure, he was trying to protect you, but you knew it was for his own benefit, not yours. Frankly you weren’t afraid to die. You realized that as a teen. If you were shot in the middle of some mafia war, then so be it. Maybe then your father would see that his work was more harmful than good.

Wiping your face off with your already damp hand, you sighed. Now you had a bodyguard staying with you, one who seemed like he was at your fathers beck and call. Were you supposed to feed him and keep him entertained? He said he wasn’t a guard dog but right now it felt like you had a damn Cane Corso staying in your apartment. The look he gave you earlier was nothing short of a warning but you weren’t scared.

Also you noticed he had gloves on. It’s the summer, why would a guy wear gloves? Was it so his fingerprint wasn’t pushed around everywhere? But you’ve seen other men work for your father and watch over both you and your mother and they never once wore gloves unless it was winter. It didn’t make sense.

After an hour in the tub and at least one refill of hot water, you got out and wrapped a towel around your body. Collecting your clothes, you left the bathroom and turned towards your room. On the way by the guest room, you heard soft murmurs.

“Yeah…this isn’t gonna be easy, she’s already on my last nerve…I know, sir. I promise she’ll be safe…didn’t see anything today….” Of course he was updating your dad.

Rolling your eyes, you walked into your room and closed the door before locking it. After you dried off, you pulled on a large tee and some pajama shorts. Your stomach growled, realizing that you hadn’t eaten at all since this morning. Glancing at the clock, it was nearly six am. You could wait a while longer, you just didn’t want to see Bucky again. Thankfully a bag of chips and the bottle of wine was still sitting on your nightstand from the night before. It may be warm, but you couldn’t care less.

You dozed off at some point, the bag of chips left on one side of the bed as you curled around a pillow on the other side. You had the day off and you slept in until damn near three pm.

Waking up was easy enough, ready to see if Miss Liz left you cookies. She always knew the days off meant you wouldn’t be out in the mornings. Well, morning for you. So she always left goodies. But then you saw the empty bottle of wine and remembered why you were drinking in the first place.

Sighing, you knew you needed coffee, which meant leaving your room. How were you going to be able to coexist with this guy? His face was the last thing you wanted to see right now. But, nothing was going to stand in your way of your coffee.

Sliding out of bed and running your hands through your messy hair, you slowly walked out. The television was on, a rerun of Criminal Minds playing. You glanced over and saw Bucky on the couch, turning his head to gaze at you.

“Sleep okay?” He asked, though you just ignored him and walked into the kitchen.

Bucky furrowed his brow. He was trying to play nice but you weren’t making it easy.

Apparently Bucky already had coffee, considering there was a hot half a pot left. Grumbling to yourself, you poured some into your mug and walked over to the window. Pushing it open while silently daring Bucky to tell you off, you slipped outside and took a seat on the little pillow you kept out there. Glancing to your right, you saw the little Tupperware and a note.

Hey babe, these are just regular cookies today, kinda smoked all the weed instead. Hope you have a good day! -L

Man, you loved this lady. Popping the top open, you took a cookie and dipped it in your coffee before eating it. Soft chocolate chip with a hint of butterscotch. You are about two more before looking down at them. Four remained, making you sigh. You really had to make this living situation at least a tad lighter.

Taking the plastic bowl, you reached out through the open window without looking back. Rustling the bowl to get Bucky’s attention, you heard the tv mute and boots for the ground.

“What are these?” Bucky asked as he leaned into the open window. Setting the bowl down in front of him, you took another sip of your coffee as you stared out towards the park.

“Cookies, do they not have them where you’re from?” You asked, raising your eyebrow as you looked over at him.

“Yeah but what’s in them?” He asked, of course he has to be the cautious one.

“Stuff you make cookies with. They’re not drugged this time,” you shrugged, leaning back against the brick wall.

“This time?” Bucky widened his eyes. You reached over and grabbed the note, setting it in front of him. He read it over and rolled his eyes. “Pot cookies? Jesus. Get inside, someone could be watching you.”

You glared at him as you stayed in your seat. “Yes, pot cookies. And no, I’m gonna stay out here a little longer.”

Bucky grumbled incoherently and pulled away from the window. Setting the cookies on the counter, he walked over to his coat and pulled out his gun. Sliding it behind him in the waistband of his pants, he returned to the window and climbed out.

“What the hell?” You asked, scooting over to avoid being crushed by his big ass.

“You won’t come inside so I have to come outside,” Bucky said, taking a seat next to you.

You glared at him, knowing he was doing his job but you were entirely annoyed. “Why are you doing this? Why did he pick you and why did you agree?” You asked after a moment of silence while he got situated.

Bucky sighed and crossed his arms, leaning back against the brick. “He chose me because Charlotte hand picked me.”

You lost your breath for a moment, not expecting to hear your mothers name from him. What did he mean that she hand picked him?

Bucky saw your confusion and continued. “I was new to the mafia business. My friend Steve had worked with your dad for a few years and they brought me in. I had just been brought home to Brooklyn after an incident overseas when I was in the army. I was discharged and after a while, I was able to get back on my feet. I started out as just a guard, making sure no one came into your fathers building without us knowing who they were. Charlotte took a liking to me after I helped her a few times with bringing things in and out. We talked for a while and I’m not sure why, but she wanted to make sure I made it in this business. She talked to your dad and he agreed to give me a chance at being more than just a guard. You were a…junior, at the time I think. Your mom loved talking about you, telling me how well your art was doing, how you didn’t want to be a part of this life. She worried about you. And then when she found out she had cancer-“

“Stop.”

Bucky’s words were left hanging in the air as you raised your finger. You couldn’t listen any more, not while you were struggling to not cry. You already did enough of that the night before and you still had a headache from it.

“Just…don’t,” you said, your voice softer than before.

The two of you stayed quiet as you sipped on your coffee, your emotions calming down as the moments passed.

After about ten minutes, you got up and stepped over Bucky before slipping inside. The coffee was gone and your heart ached. Leaving the mug in the sink, you sighed when you heard Bucky step in and the window close.

“Listen, we just…gotta make this work, okay? So you can go back to doing whatever it is you do and I can go back to not being a mafia daughter,” you said as you turned, leaning against the counter.

It caught Bucky off guard but he looked over and nodded. Now that you knew he was doing this because he felt like he had to help since he owed your mom where he was today, you knew she would be disappointed in how you were treating him.

“So I’m assuming my dad gave you money for food and stuff while you’re here?” You asked, to which he nodded. Since Bucky was going to be watching you, your dad gave him a very, very good raise. “Well, I need to go shopping today. I guess you’re coming with. But please, lose the suit jacket. It’s gonna look pretty suspicious when I’m dressed in a tank too and leggings while you look like you’re ready for an important business meeting. Plus, aren’t you hot with those gloves?” You asked, motioning your head towards his hands.

Bucky frowned softly, rubbing the back of his neck with a shake of his head. “Gloves stay, but I can change.”

You raised an eyebrow but shrugged. Walking to your room, you closed the door behind you and decided to keep it simple. Just as you said, a black pair of leggings paired with a dark red tank. Oh how you missed the fall. You threw your hair up in a bun and grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. Bucky was done before you and you saw how he changed into a pair of jeans and a blue long sleeved Henley. Why did he want to wear long sleeves so bad?

Without questioning him, you grabbed your keys and the two of you headed out.

Shopping was…simple enough. From the things Bucky chose, it was clear he was probably into cooking. By the way your side of the cart looked, it showed that you didn’t cook much at all. At least you had all of the pans and such for him to use. They were all still pretty brand new.

You felt Bucky move closer to your side as you two walked, though you tried to move away. His arm slipped around your waist and that’s when you stopped completely. “What are you-“

His hand gripped your waist, as if to stop you from speaking. “I think we’re being followed. Just walk normally and don’t say anything,” he whispered, slowly taking steps forward and pushing you along with him. You went to look around but he cleared his throat a little before shaking his head. “Don’t.”

You walked alongside him, trying to act normal as if you were just grocery shopping with a boyfriend. Granted, that had never been a thing you’ve actually done. “Is there anything else you need?” You asked, though it had seemed like you two were pretty much done.

Bucky shook his head and the two of you walked to the front near the registers. He put everything on the conveyor belt, including yours to which you were going to stop him but the moment you made a sound, he narrowed his eyes. You chewed the inside of your cheek as he paid for it all, knowing you would pay him back. After everything was bagged, the two of you walked out while his arm moved around your waist again. Sure enough, he spotted the same people he saw before. The two of you put the bags in the car and although you never wanted to be that person, he suggested you leave the cart in the middle of the parking space beside you and drove off.

“Don’t go home,” he said as he pulled the gun out from the back of his pants.

“Why not?” You asked, taking a left turn instead of a right like you normally would have.

“Do you want to lead them to your house?” Bucky looked at you as if you were that dumb.

“They already know where I live. Where should I go?” You sighed.

“Anywhere but home. Just drive around. Go to Jersey for all I care,” he shrugged, turning in his seat and looking out the back window.

You decided to do just that, head towards Jersey. But about twenty miles down the road, a car appeared and Bucky saw that it was the same men from the store. They were coming up quickly and without care, the passenger leaned out and shot at your car. A scream left your lips as the bullet went straight through the windows, swerving slightly.

“Fuck!” You yelled, pushing harder on the gas. Bucky slid into the back seat and proceeded to kick the entirety of your back window out. From there, he had a perfect shot at the men. It was a fire fight back and forth, while you stayed ducked down as much as possible while still being able to see the road. Your poor car was going to be fucked after this.

Bucky got a few good shots in, even managing to knock the gun out of the man's hand and into the oncoming traffic. He could see that he got the man somewhere from the line of blood down the side of the car. The two men decided to retreat and took a side road, heading back to their own base.

You drove for a while before pulling into a parking garage, hiding at a far end. You were somewhere in Manhattan, though you had no clue where. Once you shut the car off, you slowly began to rise up from your crouched position. Bucky shifted and leaned in between the seats, looking you over.

“Were you hit?” He asked, though he didn’t notice any blood. You shook your head, even as your hands shook. You may have had close calls in life with the mafia business, but this took the cake.

The way you looked at Bucky showed your fear. You may not be afraid to die, but then again, you never came that close. In some way, you were hoping that when you did die, it would be quick and painless. Not a car chase with the possibility of being hit.

“My car…” you muttered, your mind buzzing.

“Will be fixed. Are you okay?” He asked, taking your chin with his gloved hand and making you look at him. You hesitated for a moment, though you nodded.

“Get over. I’m driving,” he spoke, letting go of your chin.

This time, you let him.

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Five's a Crowd

Summary: (Requested by @maximeevansblog) The reader and Chris' 2 Year Aniversary is coming up, and both have suprises in store.

Pairing: Chris Evans x female!reader, (platonic) Scott Evans x female!reader

Warnings: Cursing I think thats it.

Word Count: 1147

A/N: This writing wasn't gender neutral, obviously, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Don't be afraid to request, my asks should be open and you can obviously be anonymous about it! You can also DM me request. Feel free to check out my other writings too! Hope you enjoy this. <3

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your mouth. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

"Idiot." this prompted you to chuck the spoon you have been previously using at his head. You untied the apron, that really didn't help, from around your waist and began cleaning up. Although, checking the time caused for you to halt all your actions and panic.

"Okay listen up Ass-Wipe..." Scott took a second to look up as if he didn't know you were talking to him but when he saw your glare he paid full attention.

"Since you apparently couldn't go anywhere today I need you to clean up, keep an eye on the cake and put the icing on it for me," Scott went to protest but you put up a finger shaking it.

"You've been distracting me all night and your brother is going to be home in about 20 minutes, and hell I need to get ready. So don't complain!" You began to leave the room going to get dressed.

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your face. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

The 20 minutes felt like 5 minutes as you heard Dodger running to the front door. Your breath hitched as you looked in the mirror at yourself. Flattening your dress and making sure there were no stray hairs you walked downstairs to where you had the table set up.

"Hey bud, where's mommy?" He asked this walking into the room that you stood in. His eyes scanned up your body to your face and he smiled at you in the set up scenery. You attempted at a slightly fancy dinner but gave up half-way because Scott had been bugging you all night. So in your shared dining room replacing where the chairs once were was a picnic blanket sat on the floor. There was an assortment of food but what caught Chris' eye the most was the menorah that rested in the middle.

"Why is there a menorah?"

"I wanted the closest thing to 'candlelit' without burning down the house, you get what you get and you don't get upset. Come sit with me my love," You flopped down on the blanket and Dodger ran to you first Chris chuckling and joined you next. You pet Dodger as he gave you kisses and you handed a plate to Chris. You held up your hand at him.

"Please refrain from dirtying the dishes I would like to spend my whole 2 year anniversary dinner with you," You joked as he rolled his eyes and smiled at you. In retaliation he went to the chicken parm first placing it on the plate and you glared grabbing your own plate. You both began to eat talking and reflecting on your previous years.

"Yeah and I thought you were gonna propose and I was scared only for how Dodger would react," You laughed from your place on the floor next to Chris. You both had finished most of the food just laying down and looking at the ceiling, granted you had a projector set up with fake stars displayed so you weren't just staring at emptiness. Chris laughed pulling you closer and you rested your head on his chest feeling his chest rise as he laughed.

"Each time I think he's trying to steal my girl," He glanced down at Dodger who rested near both of your feet sleeping. You chuckled reaching down a bit to pet the sleeping dog in question, giving a stern but joking look to Chris.

"You might be right. If you don't propose soon he might take the chance to," You laughed turning back to Dodger and Chris chuckled a bit just staring at you both now with a proud smile. You glanced at your phone though as it began to vibrate a string of texts from Scott saying the cake was ready. You grabbed your phone and turned to Chris with a smile. You started to get up and pecked his lips heading to the kitchen.

"I'll be back." You rushed into the kitchen running into Scott. When he laid his eyes on you he jumped up and down giddily handing the cake to you. You smiled a thanks adrenaline rushing through you as you opened the door backwards.

"I have a surprise! So, the cake might taste bad but it came from the heart so-" Your words stopped as quickly as they started as your eyes laid upon Chris on one knee. Mouth agape and almost dropping the cake you quickly placed it down gulping, knowing your answer even before he was about to speak.

"Y/n I've loved you since the day I met you and that was obvious with the way I failed to take my eyes off of you. These past two years have helped reinforce the idea that this was the perfect decision. I'm ready if you are to not only end something, but start something beautiful. So, Y/n Y/l/n, instead of being my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend...will you be my wonderful and beautiful wife?" You moved closer with each of his words and you stood above him frozen for a second.

"Just wonderful and beautiful?" You both laughed and you quickly nodded your head pulling him up and into a kiss letting him put the ring on your finger. You pulled away from the kiss and smiled chuckling.

"I don't mean to one-up your surprise but I also have something," You turned around with the cake in hand and put it on full display. He turned his head in confusion and furrowed brows.

"I'm Pregant?" You huffed and yelled out of frustration, "Damn you Scott!"

"I knew I should've googled it!" He yells mostly to himself from the kitchen. Chris just laughed at the both of you placing the cake down and peppering your face with kisses. He kneeled down, just like before, and kissed your belly. He looked up at you with the brightest smile on his face.

"I can't wait to start our family." Dodger was jumping up at you causing you to sit on the floor with Chris and him. You pulled both of them in a hug.

"You two are just the cutest, I can't wait to be in this family too," Scott said with a mouthful and tried to join the hug but you held up a hand still hugging your two boys.

"No, you ruined my cake...and five's a crowd asshole."