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Playing hard to get 3 🐰🐺

Part III (Restrained)

Part I (The Diner)

Part II (The Restaurant)

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Pairing: Dark!Biker! Bucky x Reader

Warnings: dub con (but the reader is into it), size difference, Beefy!Bucky (he’s 6,2), country bunny!reader, restraints/bdsm/ropes, brat taming, scent kink, cunnilingus, overstimulation, threat of violence, knife play, begging, asphyxiation/ choking, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, marking, cream pie, praise, good ending

Nicknames: Bunny, BunBun, slut, mine

Word count: 3.2k

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And so that brings us to the end of the ‘Playing hard to get series’ I wanted to thank you all for the support. There are more series to come and I may make continuations of this in the future.

Bucky’s piercing blue eyes finally drifted open, you just finished setting everything up. You were sitting on top of him, sliding your clit back and forth on the chiselled surface of his stomach. You lowered your face to his, nudging your nose against his gently. His tired features drew into a dopey smile, he pulled at the restraints attempting to grab your hips and grind you into him. His smile turned into a puzzled look, his brows drawing together as he tried again. Then it became as frown as he aggressively pulled at the rope “What the fuck is going on? You have 30 seconds to explain, Bunny.” He threatened lowly, glaring at you from below

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.” You allowed a pompous look to corrupt your features; to say you felt in power was an understatement. You felt like you had the keys to the kingdom. You had the dominant, cocky ruler of Brooklyn at your mercy. You cupped his bristly cheeks in your hands, before moving down towards his hardened cock. It was red and angry, a bead of precum decorating the smooth tip. You backed up on the thick veiny shaft dry humping him “How do you know Natasha?” You questioned.

“She used to run with us, but then someone she cared about got hurt and she decided she wanted a quieter life. It’s nothing serious or salacious, we were sworn siblings I guess.” He admitted he was being truthful. You nodded standing on your knees and sliding his leaking tip threw your folds; prodding it at your entrance before sitting back on top of his pelvis.

“Beg me for it, beg me to put your thick cock inside me Bucky. You always make me beg, now it’s your turn.” You moaned looking down at him, your face pulled into a cocky smile as you humped yourself against him. Soon enough that cockiness disappeared, as his metal hand flew to your neck squeezing tight enough to deprive you of oxygen as he spoke “I don’t beg for anyone. Not even you. You’re going to beg for me though, you’re going to be screaming, crying, begging like your life depends on it. Your pleasure definitely will. I’m going to edge you until the only word you know is my name, Bunny. Until you can’t walk and I’ll have to carry you. I’m going to ruin any other man for you.” He tightened his grip until your nails began to claw at his hand, watching as you wheezed craving oxygen. He threw you where he’d previously been tied “this is how you tie knots Bunny. Nice and tight.” He growled, pulling the ropes leaving barely any wriggle room “then you loosely twist there, pull it back through, pull as hard as you can, now the same with the other side, pull both sides. There. That’s really tight isn’t it. It’s a double fisherman’s knot, good luck getting out of that Bunny. it’s almost impossible to untie.” He spat.

He leaned over you towards the nightstand, flinging one of the draws open, he emerged with a knife. The black butterfly knife from the night you met. He threw it dangerously above you, catching it and tossing it around in controlled motions that resembled dance steps, it was graceful like a ballerina. He stopped, bringing his knife under your chin; stroking the blunt side against the column of your throat, you squirmed slightly, the danger making you nervous yet excited. He trailed down to the white strap of your bra “such an innocent colour for a naughty, slutty girl.” He cooed, swiftly cutting both the straps. You bite down on your bottom lip to muffle your moans as he hovers the blade above the swell of your breast, causing your skin to rise into goosebumps as he reaches the centre front of the bra cutting through it. The sound of tearing fabric filled the silence of the room and you whimpered, as your tits were exposed to cold air causing your nipples to stand erect in the chill; he circled them with the tip of the blade rubbing his hardened member against your thigh, as he dragged the blade down towards your panties. Your breath hitched as he pressed the blunt side of the blade to your clit, rubbing it ever so slightly before returning to the band of your lacey, white panties, hooking the blade under the fabric and yanking the knife. In one swift movement you were so close to being fully exposed to him. You squirmed again and his metal hand held your hips down “don’t move or it’s gonna hurt.” He stated firmly before doing the same to the other side of your panties. He discarded the ruined fabric, pausing to breathe in the scent of you, heady and aroused, before tossing it to join your ruined bra.

He trailed the knife on the inner flesh of your thigh, before placing the knife back on the bedside table and settling his face between your legs; hiking them over his shoulders, his hot breath fanning at your bare pussy. You squirmed, pulling against the bed frame, trying to wiggle your wrists. The rope rubbed against them burning “Bucky it’s too tight it hurts, please.” You whined, tears brimming in your eyes from the prickle of pain building in your arms from being above you head.

“You should have thought about that before you decided to tie me to the bed, Bunny, now I’m going to educate you. Very thoroughly. So that you learn your place.” He ran his fingers through your silken folds, dipping his fingers into your wet, pleading cunt. He took his slick covered fingers up to your clit, circling it slowly and squeezing it between his index and middle finger. You squeaked in response, trying to close your legs around his head. He wrapped his calloused hands around your plush thighs preventing you from doing so “look at you my sweet girl, dripping for me, pulsating. Too bad Bunny is misbehaving. Now I have to take it out on you.” The filthiness of his words made you wetter. Your back arches as his hot tongue comes in contact with your aching pussy, he lets out a groan which reverberates against your clit and you dig your nails into your palms—trying to buck your hips into his skilful ministrations. Sinful slurping sounds fill the room, almost drowned out by your debaucherous moans. You fought with yourself trying to maintain your dignity and choke down your moans. It was impossible. His skilful tongue scratched an itch you didn’t know you had, as he sucked and playful tugged at the sensitive hood of your clit with his teeth you sped up your grinding chasing your orgasm. You could feel the heat inside you building and building as he continued flicking his tongue against your desperate nub. All your inhibitions had melted away as you chased your release, you were moaning unabashed, you were on the brink, eyes rolling back into your skull. Then he pulled away. Looking down at his work with a satiated grin “That’s one. You have so many more to come, Bunny. I’m going to edge you till you are a mumbling mess.” He snickered at your pouting face, stroking your thighs before starting again.

He’d been at it for hours, bringing you to the brink of orgasm too many times to count and then pulling away. Your clit throbbed painfully as you thrashed in his grip, you had no idea what time it was, you barely even knew where you were at this point. The only thing you could think about was Bucky’s face buried between your legs, teasing you with his tongue as pain and pleasure bleed into one concept. You were desperate to cum, your head was stuffed with cotton and your eyes were puffy and red from tears of ecstasy and frustration. He’d barely spoken to you this whole time, Bucky had spoken, just not directly to you; he was talking to your pussy like it would respond, apologising to it, blaming you for this treatment.

You gripped at the ropes with your fingers as your hips began to thrash, trying to push your clit into Bucky’s face, trying to grind on any part of him to finally reach a complete orgasm. Your head was lulled to the side, drool and tears collecting in the crease of your elbow as you mumbled, begged and choked on your spit. Just as you were about to cum for the whoever knows manyth time he pulled away, his tongue jutting out to lick your juices which were smeared on his lips, he wiped his chin with his palm and finally looked down at his work, your pupils were blown wide, you eyes were glassy, and your gaze was distant. He waved a hand in front of your face and you just barely managed to look up at him. “Now say sorry, Bunny. Tell me that you're sorry for what you did and I’ll put my cock in your greedy little slut hole.”

“Mhm Sorwy…” you mumbled meekly, body still reeling from your last almost-orgasm. You were still a world aways from him, you still saw flashes of light, little stars, exploding in your vision. But his metal hand smacking into the soft flesh of your ass pulled you from your fantasy, you shrieked in response, closing your legs and you tried to crawl away from him. It was impossible. You were still tied to the bed. His hand came down once more at an angle drawing a yelp from your drool covered lips, fuzzy spikes of pain rippled across the inflamed skin as his hand gently rubbed the area he’d just brutally smacked.

“Again. Say sorry. Properly this time or I’ll hit you again and it’ll be worse this time, it’ll be a lot more than just two and I’ll keep on edging you until the sun goes down.” His hand lifted from your sore ass in preparation to hit you again.

“I’m sorry Bucky! I’m really really sorry for tying you up! Please I need to cum, need your cock in me rubbing all my favourite spots please.” You whined giving him a pleading look as your opened your legs wide for him.

“Such a good girl, my good little Bunny, so good at taking responsibility. Now it’s time for my good girl's reward.” He cooed as he swiped his fingers through your folds, collecting your juices and lathering his hard cock which had been taunting you this whole time. Your mouth hung open in anticipation for it to slide inside, for it to stuff you to the brim. But he didn’t put it in yet. Bucky rubbed the head of his cock against your clit, it was painful, but it felt so good you couldn’t help but let out little shrieks as you tried to squirm away. It was too much. Your clit was still so sensitive from the endless barrages of his tongue and fingers.

“Pleaseeeee” You cried lifting your hips with all the strength you could muster “In! Please!” Bucky pushed his head into you, then quickly pulled out. You squeezed your eyes, blinking away the tears to see his face. His lips were drawn into a devilish smirk, he was enjoying how slutty you were becoming for him as your craving for him to be inside you grew.

“Look at you so wanton, shamelessly presenting your pink, puffy pussy to me. You want me inside so badly don’t you?” You nodded your head furiously, his smirk only grew as your whines got louder. “I’ll give it to you Bunny. On one condition.”

“I’ll do anything! Bucky please!” You pleaded, pulling at the ropes in a futile attempt to get closer to him. He leaned in next to your ear, blowing. The colder air tickled causing you to thrash.

“Say you’re Mine. Say you’ll always be Mine.” He whispered and began to pull away. You surged forward, smashing your lips onto his. He surprisingly returned the kiss, chewing slightly on your lower lip as he pulled back.

“I’m Yours Bucky. I belong to you, now and forever. I want to be with you no matter what.” Just as you finished speaking he let out a low rumbling growl and slipped his cock into you, giving you no preamble as he began to thrust you came almost immediately. Squeezing around him and throwing your head back into the pillows, just barely missing the head board. Your spine curved and you dug your toes into the covers. Screaming as the most intense orgasm you’d ever felt steam rolled through your body. Your legs shook as you slammed back down into the mattress sobbing as Bucky continued his thrusts rubbing your sides soothingly

“Felt so good didn’t that Bunny. I give you the best pleasure don’t I? No one else will ever make you feel this way.”

“Yes Buck only you” you rasped as shockwaves continued to electrify every part of you. You clasped and unclasped your fingers, you wanted to hold him, you wanted to rake your fingers down his back. Bucky noticed, reaching over to the knife he had discarded on the nightstand earlier. He paused his thrusts, nestling himself deep inside, his tip rubbing almost painfully against your cervix as he cut the ropes. You waited for him to put the knife back before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, inhaling him as nipped and sucked at his neck nuzzling your smooth face against his stubble covered cheeks “Love you. Cum, wanna cum.” You mumble grinding your hips against his, he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course, Bun, I’m gonna get you pregnant. I want to see your belly swell with my little bunnies.” He responded, lifting his fingers to your mouth; you sucked on the briefly and he brought his hand down to your sensitive, throbbing bud rubbing it. Desperation flared in his eyes as he slowly pulled out, before returning to his original rapid pace, slowing at random intervals to grind against your sweet spot. He lets out animalistic grunts in response to your teary, squirming form below him. “I can’t wait for your tits to swell, for you to be dripping milk as you ride my cock like the little cock hungry slut you are. You're my cock slut aren’t you Bunny?”

“Yes!” You wail in response to his fantasies, that you are slowly craving to come true. He begins to pump harder, slamming his hips into you nibbling at your neck as you draw him closer with your arms. His whole body encompasses yours like an eclipse, all you can see is him and his beefy frame as he loses himself to his carnal desires “Close Bunny. You’re gonna cum with me aren’t you, I can feel your little pussy clenching around me. You want my seed to impregnate you, don’t you?” He ground his hips into your clit as he braced himself over you “Answer me.” He bellowed his face inches from yours, the storm in his blue eyes was violent, drowning his pupils that were blown wide with an unrivalled lust.

The look he gave, his body pressed against yours, and his distinctly manly scent sent you over the edge “Cumming! Cumming Bucky!” You cried, trying to choke down the scream that slipped past your lips as salt tears streamed from your eyes. You dug your nails into the skin of his back, ripping from his shoulders down to his sides as your body trembled and spasmed.

“Fuck.” He howled, gritting his teeth as he wildly pumped himself into your tight, fluttering hole. The way you squeezed him brought on his release, his cum painted your tight insides. His load just kept coming, he panted as he slammed shallow, harsh thrusts into you. You squeezed him tightly begging him to stop, screaming about how sensitive you were. Then it all went black, as you drifted into a warm, satisfied sleep.

You shifted on top of him, mumbling unintelligibly into the searing heat of his wide chest. You pushed yourself up, his large hand stroked the hair from your eyes

“Mornin’ BunBun, or should I say Good afternoon? You had a very good sleep.” He let out a deep chuckle, using his thumb to swipe the drool from your open lips. You panicked rubbing at your face “Calm down, Bunny, it’s cute. You’re so adorable. I really took it out of you didn’t I.” He had a goofy smile on his face as he sat up against the headboard, pulling you back against his warm chest. You admired the hard muscular plains of his chest as he rested your ear next to his heart. The soft thump calmed you.

“Did I pass out?” You questioned, looking up at him so innocently that Bucky swore it made his heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, you needed your rest so I cleaned you up and got into bed with you.” He explained, stroking your shoulders with his large, rough hands.

“Thank you.” You muttered, a wave of awkwardness washed over you. What were you meant to do now? You were in his house, he’d fucked you all the way into the afternoon and you still didn’t know what your relationship was.

“You can talk to me, you know? I can see your face, you’re confused, worried even. Tell me what you're thinking.” His thick fingers came underneath your hair rubbing at the nape of your neck and scratching at your scalp. The feeling relaxed you almost instantly, you chewed on the inside of your mouth looking into his eyes. His look was genuine.

“What are we Bucky?” You asked lowly, you felt stupid for asking. But the fact that he was so important, he told you last night he owned half the city…it made you question whether this was meant to just be a passing fancy for him, or whether you were just a plaything for him until he got bored.

The scratching stopped, he looked stunned “I love you Bunny, I want to be with you forever…I called you Mine remember?” He questioned, seeming sad at the fact that you were questioning his love for you.

“I didn’t know if you were being serious or not.”

“I’m always serious when it comes to you. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours. I want you to have my children, all the things I’ve said have been true. So will you be Mine?” He looks at you with intensity, waiting on baited breath for your response. He almost looks like a puppy that’s being withheld a treat, the way his blue eyes look up at you with adoration.

You smiled mischievously “hmmm I don’t know Bucky.” You pondered sarcastically, turning your head away from him and cupping your chin comically in a thinking pose.

“Bunny. Don’t play hard to get.” A growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against you.

You laughed in response, cupping his face in your small palm “I’m yours Bucky and you’re mine.”

Playing hard to get 2 🐰🐺

Part 2 (The Restaurant)

Part 1 (The Diner)

Part 3 (Restrained)

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Pairing: Dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: slightly non con, oral (male receiving, hair pulling, forced Public sex, humiliation, knife play, slight threat of violence, cunnilingus, size difference, Beefy!Bucky (he’s 6,2), country bunny! Reader, city wolf! Bucky, marking, hickeys, cream pie, breeding mentions, praise, begging, Bucky’s metal arm, asphyxiation/choking

Nicknames: Bunny, Bun, Bitch, Mine

Word count: 3.6k

Back by popular demand. Thank you all for the support, ‘Playing hard to get’ is now my most popular fic. Hope you enjoy part 2 and you stick around for part 3, where Bunny’s revenge goes wrong.

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10 pm rolled around a lot quicker than you were expecting. It was 9:58 and you were frantically putting your heels on, adjusting your hair and dress in the mirror by your door. You’d consulted Natasha on the dress and she’d confirmed this blue dress was the best choice. Just as you grabbed your bag you heard the sound of a car pulling up, you glanced at the clock. 10 pm on the dot, you scoffed, punctual bitch. A firm rhythmic knock pulled you out of your thoughts, you dashed to the door and there he was, his hair and beard were neater than yesterday and he smelt divine. The scent of leather and bonfire still lingers, but they were overpowered by the musky scent of cognac, oak and jasmine. He was wearing a dark blue suit jacket, paired with a black dress shirt and slacks “You're wearing my favourite colour Bunny, nice choice, we match too. Here, flowers for my beautiful Bun.” He extended a bouquet of fresh irises, you relished in their scent.

“Are we really sticking with that nickname?” You huff

“Oh absolutely, my little bunny.” For the last part he bent down just enough to whisper it right next to your ear. His hot breath tickled you and reminded you of the other day, causing your whole face to burn in embarrassment.

“I’m gonna go put these in a vase, you can come in.” You stutter as you hurry over to the kitchen, searching your cabinets for a vase. Stupid, attractive Bucky you think pouting. You finally find the vase and you look up to see him wondering around your living room

“Very quaint. You like reading…and would you look at that.” He picks up a stuffed bunny from the couch, you want to crawl in a hole and die, you hadn’t put Mr Hops away after you’d finished your little fashion show, “The Bunny has a bunny, smells like you. What 's its name?” You turned away from his devious gaze, instead occupying yourself with arranging the flowers in the water “what did I tell you, Bunny, about answering me. I know it has a name, so tell me.”

“Mr Hops” you muttered quietly, you felt his bulky arms slink around your waist pulling you into his soft muscular torso, his warmth enveloped you. You notice the singular leather glove he wore on his left hand.

“What was that Bunny?”

You contemplated for a moment and then begrudgingly repeated yourself “Mr Hops.” You stated in a meek voice, he spun you around and kissed your forehead, resting his chin on top of your head as he rocked you side to side, he squeezed you tighter and you’re pushed further into his chest. You take a long breath in through your nose, trying to memorise the smell of him. You slowly inch your arms up and rest them on his back, rocking with him like you’re slow dancing.

“He’s cute, just like you. Now then let’s go, before we’re late to our reservation.” He let go and began walking towards the door, you held your face in your hands in embarrassment as your clit pulsated in response to his compliment, God he was ruining you before the night even began. Bucky peered back around the corner “you coming Bunny?” You stood as straight as a pin, his pink lips were pulled into a satisfied smile at this sight of you. Already a flustered, needy mess. You grabbed your bag off the counter and scuttled over to him, he held out his arm and your hooked yours through his.

“Such a gentleman.” You remarked sarcastically

“Always am Bunny, just play your cards right.”

The car ride over was mostly uneventful, aside from Bucky slipping one of his hands from the wheel to your thigh. You resisted the urge to unwrap his hand, but you just let him rub and squeeze at the soft flesh whilst he drove, every squeeze sent a pulse of heat across your back and caused your pussy to tingle, his hand was so close as he rubbed and stroked up and down your thigh, getting closer and closer to your clothed pussy, before returning to the flesh just above your knee. Now he was playing hard to get. Once you’d reached the restaurant he opened your door for you, interlocking your arm with his and leading you towards the entrance. As you approached people around you stared, discomfort on their face at the sight of Bucky. You took in the restaurant, it was extravagant, something you definitely couldn’t afford. Worry began to fester inside of you, Bucky squeezed your hand pulling you attention from the building and the people entering. The look in his stormy eyes juxtaposed the one he’d given yesterday, today they were serene, tender, almost comforting. His arm slipped from yours and instead wrapped around your waist pulling you close enough for him to plant a kiss on the side of your head “you look gorgeous Bunny, if anyone says anything about you I’ll rip their vocal cords out.” He muttered in a soothing tone. Pandora’s box was opened as soon as you decided to serve him and his gang, but why does the curse have to be so fucking hot you thought nuzzling you head into his side. As you both approached the line of people waiting at the front of house, the server who was about to lead a couple off saw Bucky and stopped in his tracks

Your head swivelled from side to side, you were confused, he’d walked you past all the seating and he was still walking. You reached a black velvet curtain, he pulled it open and pinned them back to reveal a private booth with cushioned black leather seats that circled around a centre table that had a floor length black table cloth, that’s when an idea hit you. The thought embarrassed you deeply, but you were going to get revenge for what he did to you, he embarrassed you at your job so you were going to embarrass him in front of all these upper class snobs “Your booth Mr Barnes.”

“Thank you. Ladies first.”

You were pulled out of your scheming by Bucky nudging you to sit down, you sat across from each other and the server left you with the menu. You skimmed the options, you paled. They were extortionately priced. “I can afford this.” Your shocked voice came out in a whisper, but he heard you.

“You’re not paying Bunny, I am. Pick whatever you want, only the best for my sweet little Bunny.” He cooed, his icy demeanour had melted once again. You shuffled in your seat, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously. He destroyed you, you didn’t know which side of him you liked more, his cold, demanding, dominant side or his sweet, teasing, reassuring side. Maybe having both was fine. “I’ll probably just have my usual.” He shrugged, closing the menu and laid it in front of him.

“You come here often?” You asked, taking a sip of the complimentary water.

“All the time when business needs to happen. You know, Bunny, I’m not just a Biker like Natasha warned you about.” He took your hand resting on the table into his, massaging the ring finger.

“You know Natasha?” You questioned, how could he possibly know Natasha you pondered. Maybe from the Diner, but the way he said it…it didn’t seem like that was the case. You were confused.

He dropped your hand and returned back to his menu “What do you think you’re going to get? I recommend the Sea Bass, but maybe since you're a bunny I’d recommend the mushroom risotto, it’s new but I’ve heard stellar reviews.” He avoided the question, you knew not to test your luck, his comment from earlier reverberated inside your skull ‘just play your cards right.’

“I’ll have the mushroom risotto then.” You said, your voice oozing with sarcastic sweetness.

“Great, I'll call the server over.” Now was your chance, you slipped under the table whilst he was turned away. He turned back “Bunny?” He called out clearly confused, you crawled to his side, peeking under the table cloth and began to undo the fly of his pants. Your eyes met and your hands froze, he looked like he was about to murder you right there and then. But he just shuffled closer so he’d be covered by the table cloth, you paused for a minute contemplating whether you wanted to do this or not. His calf nudged against your cheek, you took him out of his black boxers you took him into your mouth suckling at his bulbous tip before allowing him to slide down your throat. It had only been a day but you’d forgotten how large he was, you gagged slightly as you took him. You heard Bucky grunt in response, you collected some of the spit leaking down the rest of his length and gave him a few strokes before you brought your hand down to his balls, rubbing and squeezing them slightly they were heavy and full.

“I’ll just have my two of usual starters for us both and my usual for the main and she’ll have-” he coughed to cover his moan as you took the rest of him into your mouth “excuse me, she’ll have the mushroom risotto.”

“Great, and what would you like to drink?”

“A bottle of Château Mouton Rothschild.”

“Of course, will you be having desert?” The waiter continued on with his questioning and you slid yourself slowly back to his tip, circling it with your tongue before quickly swallowing him again

“We haven’t decided yet. That’s it for now.” His words came out bluntly as he gripped at the sides of the table

“Of course Mr Barnes.” You hear the familiar slide of menus gliding over each other and then the waiter walking away. Bucky’s hand comes under the table cloth and grips your hair slamming you down to the base of his cock, you gag again he lets out a husky groan. Your eyes eyes sting, your nose burns and tears roll down your cheek as he sits uncomfortable in your throat

“If you’re gonna pull this, then do it properly. My little Bunny bitch.” He mutters just loud enough for you to hear. He begins bobbing your head up and down, hitting the back of your throat repeatly causing you to gag, your throat squeezing him tighter and tighter each time. Spit leaked down you chin and pooled on the floor below you. You squeezed his ball tighter in an attempt to make him let up so you could breathe, but then one of his hands disappeared and re-emerged with a different knife than last night. Your eyes were trained on the silver glint of the knife, you watched him throw and catch it playfully. The knife came up to your face, he dragged the flat side against your cheek. The question of how many knives Bucky owned passed through your head briefly, before all of your attention was brought back to him. He began forcibly moving you again, but as he did his foot slipped between your thighs. He used the tip of his black derby shoe to rub against your clit, you moved your hips closer to him relishing in the heat that spread through your entire body as his shoe became wet with the slick leaking through your panties. You moaned around his cock, digging your nails into his meaty thighs as you felt pleasure building in your loins at the sound of Bucky’s grunts and groans. Suddenly, his hands that were nestled in your hair pulled you off him and dragged you out from underneath the table. He dried your tears and the mix of saliva and precum glistening on your chin with his napkin. “Food’s almost here. Go sit on your side.” You let out a small whine nuzzling your head under his arm.

“Was gonna cum Buck.” You purred as you slipped your hand to his thigh, rubbing right near where his cock stood tall. He tucked hismself back into his trousers, before seizing your face in his gloved hand

“You’re going to cum till you're sick of it. Now go to your side. I’m not asking.” He sneered, glaring into your dazed eyes. Your head was fuzzy and your pussy ached almost painfully, but nonetheless you reluctantly listened scooting across the leather seats back to your side of the table. You rested your head in your palms and stared at him longingly. Your food arrived and you ate in almost silence.

“How’s the food Bunny?” He asked meeting your intense stare as you chewed and swallowed.

“Good.” You stated Drly as you pushed around the remaining risotto, it was actually phenomenal. You’d never have anything so creamy before and the wine was great. But even that couldn’t satiate the hunger you had for him, you wanted to finish what you started, you wanted to cum on his shoe. You were drunk on his cock not the wine.

“Okay. That’s it. Come here.” You began to slip back under the table “No. Has the thought of my cock clouded your brain that badly? I told you to Come here.” He hissed, smacking his hand on the leather of the seat beside him. You shuffled over to him and he untied the velvet curtain, closing you both off from the rest of the restaurant.

“Bucky we can’t do that here. People will hear us.” You murmured, fumbling as you began to retreat. Bucky’s hand caught your bicep, dragging you back over to him with ease. He lifted you onto his lap like you weighed nothing and stared down at you, his eyes narrowed and pupils blown wide as caressed your waist and squeezed at your ass “I own this place. I can do whatever the fuck I want, Bunny, now be my good little pet and ride me. I want to feel your hot cunt clamp around my dick again whilst you beg me for my seed.” His deep voice rumbled as he began to thrust his hips up into yours, grinding his clothes erection against your already damp panties.

“You own this place?” You were in disbelief, that rugged biker who had instilled fear into everyone at your dinner, who fucked you against a wall owned this!? You couldn’t believe it. He had to be lying.

“I own half this fucking city. Now ride my cock. I know that needy little hole of yours has been waiting to be filled since I picked you up, so take what you want Bunny” He was dead serious as he leaned back in his seat. You felt so small in comparison to his large form that was splayed out in front of you. He released your hand and repeated your actions from earlier to free his length from its fabric restraints, it sprung free and rested against his clothes abdomen. You collected some of the precum and rubbed at the tip. Your pussy was aching, clenching around nothing. He was like nothing you’d ever taken before, he was big—a little too big— and he hit all of the right spots inside you. You pulled your panties to the side and slowly positioned your hips above him, you rubbed him through your silken folds and circled the tip against your puffy clit. The feeling of him sent waves of pleasure through you. You slowly lowered yourself down, his fat dick stretching your hole almost painfully. Setting your nerves on fire. Your hand clamped around his wide shoulders for support, your nails digging into the shoulder pads of his navy suit jacket as you took him further inside, you let out a gasp as his head glided past your g-spot. You looked down, you’d only taken half off him. You bit your lip trying to stifle your wails and moans, it felt like he was going to tear you in half.

His hands settled on your hips before he shoved you down, sheathing fully inside you. You threw your head forward, slamming into his shoulder and biting down on the textured fabric and raked your nails across his shoulder blades. You pounded your fists into his back as your vision blurred and scorching tears ran down your redden cheeks. He let you sit there and adjust, you emerged from his shoulder and he shushed you soothingly rubbing your tears away with his leather glove, it rubbed your skin. You slinked your fingers underneath the glove and pulled it off, tossing it on the table behind you. His hand was metal, a dark titanium colour with golden accents. He was shocked, a new emotion. You’d seen him angry and you’d seen him tender, now you’d seen him in utter shock.

You brought one of your hands to it, interlocking your fingers with the cool metal “It’s so beautiful.” You said softly, smiling as you skimmed your thumb against it

“You don’t think that.” He spat, pulling his hand away trying to reach for the glove. You grabbed his arm tugging it towards you bringing the exposed metal to your lips and pressing a kiss to it

“I do. I promise, I love it, Bucky. Don’t hide it from me please.” You peered up at him through your lashes, his eyes were no longer narrowed they were now relaxed “choke me with it whilst I ride you, please.” He nodded and hummed in approval, encompassing your throat with his metal hand, squeezing ever so slightly as you began to move your hips. The breathlessness accompanied with the throbbing of his dick made you keen as you used him to move yourself faster.

He grunted as he matched your pace slamming his hips up into you so his dick brushed your cervix, he leaned forward sucking on the shell of your ear and running the thin skin through his teeth “Such a good, horny little bunny so eager to be filled.” He released your neck, you gasped for air as he took control. Hooking both of his hands underneath your knees, bring the all the the way against your chest and leaning you back against the table as he claimed you

“Feels so good B-Bucky.” You whined as he paused, grinding his pelvis into your clit, before continuing his thrusts aiming right for your sweet spot. You attached your mouth to his neck sucking at the hot skin leaving hickeys and muffling your wanton cries as he filled you so perfectly “I wanted to have your babies. Want to be your bunny.” You cried as another wave of heat rushed over your entire body, adding to the growing fiery ache in your womb.

“You already Mine, Bunny. But let’s make sure everyone that looks at you can see that you’re mine, see your swollen stomach filled with my cum and know that I’ve claimed you. That you belong to me. That I will never let you go.” You came around his cock clamping around him like a vice, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your nails clawing at him as he continued to pound into you, his rhythm becoming sloppy as he reached his climax. His lips locked with yours in a ferocious kiss, his tongue tying with yours as he came with a growl. You sobbed out whines as he pressed his face closer into yours devouring your lips, his beard chafing against your face. He shuffled backwards, leaning back against the cushioned booth allowing you to rest your head on his chest. You revealed in the thumping of his heart as you drooled on his shirt, your fingers rubbing the scratchy hair on the back of his neck mindlessly babbling thank yous as he rubbed your back.

The curtain was pulled aside slightly, allowing for the brighter lights of the main restaurant to flood in, you turned your head the other way in an attempt to preserve the little dignity you still had. “Would you like dessert Mr Barnes?” The waiter inquired, before glancing at the situation he’d walked into. He let out an astonished gasp

“I’ve got desert right here.” Bucky responded slyly, allowing his lips to draw into a smirk, squeezing your thigh, hard enough to leave a bruise “leave so I can eat.” He barked.

Without a word the server scurried off, Bucky hoisted you off his lap and sat you on the table before hunching down to lick the mix of your juices that was leaking out of your throbbing cunt. You moaned as he lapped at you juices and sucked on your clit, before he moved back down to your clenching hole “look at you Bunny, clenching on nothing. You miss my dick that badly?” He glanced up at you through his lashes, you nodded vigorously, he slapped you clit harshly with his metal hand “Speak.”

“Yes Bucky! Please I want you inside me, I want you to breed me again and again.” You whined desperately, caressing your breasts and shuffling closer to him.

“Let’s go home, then we’ll keep going. It’s getting late and I want to ruin you completely, I’m gonna fill you with cum till you look pregnant Bunny.” You let out another whine in protest “My Home. Come on. Or would you rather I carry you through the restaurant, and let everyone see how messy I’ve made you, how desperate you are to be speared on my cock.” You shook your head and began to straighten out your dress “oh and before we go, close your eyes and open your hands.” You did as he said, he placed something into them and closed them around it “ you can open them.” your mouth hung open. It was your pink panties.

Playing hard to get 🐰 🐺

Part I (The Diner)

Part II (The Restaurant)

Part III (Restrained)

Playing hard to get Master list

Pairing: Dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: dub con (but the reader is into it), size difference, Beefy!Bucky (he’s 6,2), country bunny!reader, hair pulling, brat taming, forced oral (male receiving), scent kink, brief cunnilingus, threat of violence, knife play, begging, asphyxiation/ choking, breeding kink, marking, cream pie, praise, good ending

Nicknames: Bunny, Bun

Word count: 2.6k

Ko-fi, Materlist, Taglist🎀

Might make this a series, because I crave more biker Bucky in my life and I love the dynamic of a country bunny and a city wolf 🐺

Update: part 2 coming very soon

The rush had finally slowed down and the diner began to empty out, leaving only a few tables with customers. You stood next to Nat talking about random things that came to mind, like stuff you’d seen recently in the paper and gossip you’d picked up from tables “I know you’re new, but you seriously haven’t heard about the Biker gang that’s in these parts?” Her eyebrows were raised comedically high, displaying her utter shock.

“Why would I? It's not like I hang out with that type of people. I prefer just interacting with the average weirdos that frequent this diner, I don’t need to mess around with some biker weirdos, especially a gang.” You replied, as you busied yourself with cleaning the counter

“What are you guys talking about?” Wanda sauntered over, placing the stack of menus down next to us

“What are you guys talking about?” Wanda sauntered over, placing the stack of menus down next to us

“I was warning Y/N about the bikers.” To that Wanda's face paled and she began to fiddle with her apron

“Don’t go near those guys. Luckily they don’t come here often. Vis saw what they did to one of the guys at his job who owed them money…it wasn’t good.” Natasha nodded in agreement

“I won’t. Promise.” The bell chiming caused you to turn on your heel and put on your best smile, as you grabbed a menu with a hop, skip and a jump and went to meet the people at the door. That’s when you finally looked at them, four men with black leather jackets and icy stares. The man leading the group was an imposing, towering figure. He looked to be about 6,2, with broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms that were squeezed by his weathered leather jacket. His defined, well built curves of his chest could be seen through gunmetal henley. The sight of him made your cheeks burn as you resisted the urge to bite your lip.

“Looks like we’ve got a bunny serving us, you see the way she hopped towards us Buck?” The tall blonde smirked, as he tapped the man in the front who had cropped brown hair and eyes that had a storm rumbling within them, a spine chilling blue. He let out a low, gravely hum in agreement and let his stiff expression pull into a smile. You composed yourself and pulled your eyes away from his. The Howling Commandos. You held the menus in your hands tightly, running your fingers over the edge of the fraying card as you took in a deep breath.

“We have a few tables free, do you want one more in the front or the back?”

“Back.” The one standing in the doorway lowered his shades and did a one over of you, licking his lips. You had to swallow the vomit rising in your throat, he was way too old for you.

“Follow me gentlemen.” You finally heard the last one speak, he repeated the word ‘gentlemen’ in a joking tone to the blonde who also stifled a laugh. You brought them all the way to the back, furthest away from the front door. They slid into the booths and you handed out the menus and tried to scurry off, but you felt chilly leather wrap around your small wrist and tug you back

“I haven’t seen you around here before Bunny. What burrow did you hop out of?” The men sat with him laughed at his phrasing, you bit your tongue and turned slowly back to face him.

“I, uh, moved here about a month ago from Montana.” You stuttered nervously, eyes glued to his hand which hand began to play with yours

“So you’re new to Brooklyn. I thought I hadn’t seen you before, you’re a country bunny. Far from home. How you findin’ the city Bun?” His thumb began to massage circles in your palm, it was soothing and tickled slightly, your eyes drifted to his. He was looking at your face with intensity.

“It’s different, more people, expensive…but I like it.” You replied, he finally released your hand and you suddenly didn’t know what to do with it— so you began playing with the material of your skirt, he made you feel so small and shy. But he was dangerous. You had to remember that, but it was getting hard to remember.

“Well I’m glad you’ve had a nice experience so far Bun. My name’s Bucky, Blondie is Steve, glasses is Tony and that’s Sam. I’m guessing you know about us.” You nodded slowly

“You’re scaring her Bucky.” Sam chided

“Good. Means the bunny will behave.” Tony added

“I’ll leave you guys to think about your order.” You wanted to get away, you’d opened Pandora’s box by serving them.

“We’ll order now.” Bucky smiled.

They all ran through their orders and just as you were about to leave, Bucky grabbed you again. But this time, he grabbed your waist pulling you so your hips pushed against his face “Didn’t say you could go yet Bunny. Listen, I wanna take you on a date. Maybe after your shift I can show you around Brooklyn, show you all the best places, get you some good food and we can have a little fun.” Another smile spread across his sculpted face, which was shaded with stubble. He was attractive and tempting, but he was also dangerous. You wanted to kiss him, you wanted to feel his thick arms wrapped around your waist as you took him. But he was dangerous. You knew that, Natasha had warned you not even 20 minutes ago.

“No I really shouldn’t.” You tried to escape his grasp but he pulled you closer

“I wasn’t asking Bunny. I’m taking you on a date.”

“And I told you no.” You retorted, freeing yourself from him, you turned to face him. All the warmth that had graced his face had faded, his jaw ticked and the storm in his eyes had picked up, they were so dark it made your panties damp just looking at him “I’ll go put your orders in.”

You practically ran to the kitchen, almost tripping over your own feet as you turned the corner. You handed the tickets over and that’s when Natasha came up behind you

“Y/N what happened out there? He asked you on a date and you refused. Do you know what you’ve done?” Natasha questioned, you couldn’t face her. A feeling of nausea swept over you and tears brimmed your eyes. What did I just do? You asked yourself repeatedly

“I’m gonna take out the trash.” You managed to say and you walked out of the kitchen, back into the main dinner and out the back doors.

Just as your hand grasped the door handle, you felt a hand grab your hair and drag you on to your knees, your eyes met Bucky’s. He opened the door and dragged you outside, shutting it behind you. Your scalp burned and he threw you against the scratchy brick wall.

“No one says no to me. Not even little country bunnies, like you, who don’t know their place. Now, I’m going to take what I want and you’re not gonna be able to do anything about it.” You stood and tried to run at him to move him out the way, but he just grabbed the top of your head and shoved you down, bringing you back to your knees “Stop playing hard to get bunny. I'm not in the mood.” One of his hands held you in place whilst he undid his dark denim jeans, pulling his thick cock out from his grey briefs and slapping it against your cheek; leaving hot precum on the bridge of your nose. “Bite it and I’ll make your pretty face as ugly as your mouth bunny.” He threatened as he pulled out a shiny, black butterfly knife; which danced between his fingers and slinked over his bruised knuckles as he threw it in all directions. He threw it one more time then caught it in the firm grip of his gloved hand and hovered it over your cheek, allowing you to feel the sharp edge and the cold metal. Proving that his threat was indeed serious. You gave the head of his cock little kitten licks, relishing in the salty taste of his cum. You didn’t dare look up at him as you took his length into your mouth, you had to readjust your jaw to fit all of him. The head of his cock slowly descended down your throat. It was big. The biggest you’d ever taken, you almost began to gag when you finally reached the base. Your face was nuzzled into his crotch, his sparse hair tickled at your nose as you took in the heady scent of him. You loved it. His hands planted either side of your head, becoming intertwined with your hair, as he began moving you up and down his shaft in long, drawn out strokes “you swallow me so nicely Bunny. Maybe your mouth isn’t that bad after all. You look like you’re enjoying it, do you like my thick cock being shoved down your throat.” You whimpered a yes in response, shuffling on your knees to rub your thighs together. The sight lit a fire inside of him, he began thrusting his hips in time to the movement of your head, his thumb rubbing up and down the nape of your neck as he fucked your throat, you hollowed your cheeks in response. You could taste more of his tangy cum leaking down your throat as his cock twitched against your tongue, his hands held you still and then removed you from his shaft with a pop. You ran your tongue over his slit and swallowed the precum that had collected on the top of your tongue. He growled at the sight.

Bucky grabbed your arm pulling you to your feet as he got on his knees and peaked under your skirt, pulling down your panties “Pink and frilly, How adorable my little bunny, they’re soaked. You like this don’t you, me manhandling you. Me taking you for myself. Me forcing you to have sex outside.” Bucky interrogated as his adept fingers massaged your clit, he squeezed it between his fingers softly pulling a gasp from your lips, before burying his face in the apex of your thighs. His wet tongue burrowed its way inside you as he rubbed at you sensitive bud, he then switched, burying two of his thick, long digits inside you massaging your g-spot as he flicked your clit with his tongue, you squeezed his head with your thighs as you tried to bite back your moans. All of a sudden he slipped his fingers out and the warmth was replaced by cold metal, as he pushed the hilt of a knife inside you “you like my knife doll? It’s thick isn’t it? Not as thick as my cock, but it’s nice to get you ready with. God your pretty cunt clenches around it so prettily.” His voice was a husky whisper as he pushed the hilt of the knife back and forth.

“Please! Bucky!” You whined, feeling heat build in your hips, you were practically sitting on his shoulders as you gripped the wall desperately.

"Please what?" he grumbled as he came out from beneath your skirt, taking his blade with him.

"Bucky, please! Fuck me!" you pleaded, spreading your legs wide for him two fingers stretching apart your lips. He lifted one of your thighs, wrapping it around his waist and holding it in place with his hand. He pushed you harshly back against the wall and seized your neck in his free hand, nudging you face to look at him as he pushed the head of his cock past your slick folds, the beast in him didn't feel relief yet. His grip around your throat tightened, almost painfully as he set a brutal pace with his thrusts, jabbing at your cervix causing you to shriek. His pace calmed in response, but he still sheathed himself in and out roughly.

“You don’t ever say no to me again! You hear that bunny, never. When I tell you something your only response is ‘Yes Bucky’ Now I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and you’re gonna thank me aren’t you Bunny.” He snarled, punctuating his words with rough thrusts against your g-spot

“Yes Bucky! Yes, please breed me!” You begged, you mind becoming too clouded by the pleasure he was giving you to even care about the consequences.

“That’s right Bun. I’m gonna breed you. Gonna fill you up with some bunnies, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You keened as his hand slipped from your throat down to your shirt, unbuttoning just enough so he could cup your breast, pinching and twisting at your nipple as he rolled it between his finger tips. A squeak left your mouth followed by a gasp as he quickened his pace. Your head grew fuzzy as you threw your head back, allowing you mouth to fall open in a silent wail “look at me. Look me in the eyes whilst I ruin you.” He demanded his voice gravely and thick with lust. His hand returned to your throat, depriving you of air once again and forcing you to lock eyes with him, the storm within his eyes was dark, angry, thrashing and swirling. A blue so deep and dark like a wave that swallows a ship, his pupil was indistinguishable from his iris. Hot tears began to run down your cheeks, Bucky licked the tears.

“You’re mine. All fucking mine. And I’m gonna make sure everyone knows, because I don't like when people touch things that are mine.” He growled as he pulled at the collar of your shirt and sunk his teeth into your shoulder. Cocktail of pleasure and pain mixing in your brain sent you over the edge, your walls clamped around his member as it twitched inside you releasing coating your walls in his seed. You dug your nails into the leather of his jacket, as you buried your face into the crook of his neck taking in the smell of leather, oil and bonfire that clung to him. He let out warm, heavy breaths next to your ear as he came down from his high, his hips still thrusting as he let out all of his load. He kissed your head tenderly, stroking your hair as your body quivered from after shock. You squeezed him as he pulled out, trying to keep him inside you for just a bit longer. His hot spend leaked down your thighs, as he put down your leg and helped you straighten out your uniform. He picked up your panties, scrunched them into a ball and shoved them into the inside pocket of his jacket. You pouted as a smug look appeared on his face “If you want these back then you're going to have to go on that date with me bunny.”

You giggled as he ran the back of his hand over your cheek “What time are you picking me up?”

Unfinished Beefy!Bucky x Reader Drabble

Pairing: Soft Dom!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Lots of steamy kissing, Beefy!Bucky, biting, marking, mentions of blood, size difference, Bucky has tattoos, Bittersweet (reader is hella sentimental, because I was in a sappy touch starved mood whilst writing this)

Here’s another thing from my pile of unfinished things, that will probably never be finished. This was either meant to be part of a biker!bucky fic or roommates!bucky fic but at this point I don’t know so here you go, enjoy.

His strong hands hooked under your thighs pulling you impossibly closer to him as he harshly slammed you against the steamed up shower room glass. The cold glass electrified your senses causing your nipples to pebble and your whole body to be covered in goosebumps. Bucky craned his neck down to lick and suck at your throat causing blossoms of red and purple to bloom under his demanding mouth. You let out whines and moans as he sucked, you tugged at his dark wet locks. Bucky let out an animalistic groan whilst sinking his teeth into the area where your neck and shoulder met, his head suddenly rose just enough to meet yours. He leant his forehead against yours, kissing you and forcing your mouth open with the prod of his tongue. The kiss tasted metallic, like blood you peered down at where Bucky had bit and saw a faint copper tinge to the water that was running down your shoulder. He had bit you harder than you expected, but the overwhelming pleasure of being enveloped by him must have overridden the pain from his teeth sinking into your neck. He nudged your cheek with his nose, causing you to turn back to him “I’m not finished kissing you yet. You can look at my handy work later, kiss. Now.” He demanded in a hushed hoarse voice. He nibbled at your bottom lip before reconnecting your mouths. His kisses make you crazy, they make you crave more, they make you want to hold on to him and never let go, they make you never want to lose him, ever, they make you desperate, sentimental even…that doesn’t happen much. Your hands fall from his hands and begin travelling all over his body, parting the hot stream of water with your finger as you trace his tattoos. His tongue explores your mouth and tangles with your tongue. He pulls away breathless, eyebrows knitted together chest heaving. Your heart pounds against your rib cage as if it’s desperate to escape. The sight of him so utterly destroyed just for you, you both broke each other down, both of your defences were worn away and now you could see each other for the first time and you loved it, you loved him.

Unfinished Dark!Bucky x Reader Drabble

Warning: smut, asphyxiation/choking, marking, manipulation, dark!stalker! Bucky, dark!soft dom!Bucky, Stockholm syndrome, breeding (maybe soon if I finish it)

Nicknames: Doll

I have no idea if I’m going to finish this, you’re meant to be locked in Bucky’s basement and you’ve kind of developed Stockholm syndrome and developed a dependency on him—you want him to mark you, you want him to breed you—but that because you’ve been manipulated. This is just a fragment, so the story line isn’t that obvious enjoy.

Update: This story will be continued soon in a series called ‘Now and Forever’ coming soon

His thick arm pressed to your throat holding you in place preventing your head from swivelling away from the sight on top of you. His hair moist with sweat, darkened and glued to his forehead, his steely blue eyes stare intensely down at you with uncharted amounts of passion and love-fuelled aggression as he pounds you into the mattress. The sound of skin meeting skin bounces off the walls, the force of his thrust ensuring you’ll wake up with red marks, possibly even bruises, from the impact of his hips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way; you want his mark to remain permanently on you even if only you can see it, it’s a bittersweet reminder of the steamy nights we’ve shared. The lustful scent of sex fills the room as the humidity rises high enough for the rain covered windows to steam, enabling you to dive deeper into your fantasy of the world only containing you, him and this room.

You are snapped out of your trance by Bucky lowering his head to your earlobe, his prickly stubble itching your jaw and cheek, he encompasses the shell of your ear in his mouth and nibbles down on the thin skin prompting a yelp from your lips “Come back to me doll, keep your beautiful eyes on me.” His voice deep and thick with lust goes straight to your loins causing your walls to flutter around his throbbing cock.

Timeless

The timeless love that Bucky had

I found it in a dusty shoe box today. 

The photograph. 

Folded corners, a little torn on the edges, and yellowed with age. Still, the image was clear enough to see your grin. boyish and crooked, the same one that made my heart skip in 1941. 

He was standing in front of the corner diner in Brooklyn, arm slung around me, your military uniform still crisp from training. my dress was too long, my hair and soft curls. You say I looked like the dames in the movies, though I never believed you. 

I sat on the floor of our apartment- our apartment, the one SHIELD helped me find after they confirmed you were alive and time folded and on itself. Because just like that, I was 19 again. Just like that, I could smell the leather of your bomber jacket and hear the way you'd say my name, like a prayer and a promise all wrapped in one. 

The war stole everything. You, Steve, entire lifetimes. 

I cried the day they said you'd fallen off the train. Not the soft, cinematic tears they show in films, but the ugly, just even kind -  the kind where grief grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. For decades, you were a ghost I couldn't touch. A heartbeat I thought I imagined. The man I loved turned myth. 

But now you're back. 

Not the same, not entirely. There are cracks in you, deep ones, and shadows behind your eyes that weren't there before. Sometimes you flinch when I touch you. Sometimes you look at me like you are remembering, and other times like you wish you could forget. 

But then there are the other times. 

Like when we walk through Central Park and you still reach for my hand, like instinct. Or when you find old swing records and the antique shops and your face softens-  because you know that's our music. The Andrews sisters, Ella Fitzgerald, Glenn miller. You dance with me in the kitchen sometimes, when the memories aren't too loud. 

And in those moments, I know what we are. 

We’re timeless. 

We always were.  from the second I locked eyes at the USO dance and you offered me a Coca-Cola with that charming little smart. from the letters you sent me, ink smudged and pages worn, telling me you'd be home soon. From the nights I kept the porch light on, hoping. 

Even now, with silver in your hair and the world completely changed, I look at you and I know. You're always meant to come back to me. Somehow, some way. Even when time tried to erase us. 

And when we're old, if we're lucky enough to grow old, I hope someone finds that photo of us. I hope they ask about the girl with stars in her eyes and the soldier who came back from the dead. I hope they feel what I feel when I look at it: 

That this love, the story, was always something out of time.

Something not of this world. 

Something timeless. 

Last Kiss

Bucky Barnes leaves for war from her perspective.

I still remember the way the air felt that night. 

Heavy, like it knew. Like the sky itself was holding its breath. 

You didn’t say it, not really. You didn’t need to. I knew you were leaving. I knew this was the last night. And I knew the second  I saw you in that uniform, stiff, and crisp, and not you, that everything was about to change. 

You tried to act like it was fine. Like we had time. You smiled that crooked smile, the one that always made me forget how to breathe. And I laughed. I laughed at your dumb jokes, because if I didn’t, I’d cry. And I wanted- God, I wanted to be strong for you. 

We sat in our booth, like always. The waitress called you “soldier,” and you smiled at her, but I saw the flicker in your eyes, you were scared. I was too. 

When we left, you walked me home even though it was out of your way. You always did that. I think you liked pretending we lived in the same world, like you could stay in it just a little longer. 

We stood outside my building for a long time, neither of us saying anything. The city faded around us - cars, people, lights - they'll just.. disappeared. It's just you and me.

And then you kissed me. 

Slow. Careful. Like you were memorizing me. 

Like if you kissed me soft enough, maybe the war would forget your name. 

That was the last kiss. 

I didn't know what to say when you pulled away. I didn't want to cry, so I just nodded. I wanted to say "I love you,” but I didn't. I was afraid that if I did, you wouldn't leave -  and part of me was selfish enough to want that. But the rest of me knew... you’d never forgive yourself if you didn’t go. 

So I let you walk away. 

You didn’t look back. 

But I did. 

I watched you turn the corner, and I whispered it then, “I love you.” Quiet. Just for me. Maybe the wind carried it to you. Maybe not. 

You came back eventually after so many decades, but I’m no longer here. 

After so many years, I would lay awake sometimes thinking about that night. About that night. About that kiss. About the boy who held my hand like it was a lifeline and kissed me like he was already gone. 

I never kissed anyone the same after that. 

But with me now gone, I wish you could with someone new. 

Love Language - Bucky Barnes

Acts of Service

He’s not good at saying what he’s feeling but he will show you with the little things. 

He randomly fixes things around your house because he saw it was broken. 

“It was bothering you, wasn’t it?” 

He would get a head start on your morning routine for you, fixing her coffee, getting coat, and bag together. 

“Here, I didn’t want you running all around in the morning.” 

Does the chores that you forgot about the day before and doesn’t even mention it. 

When he’s not on missions, he will always cook you breakfast, no matter what. 

It doesn’t matter that he had no sleep from a mission he got back on, he will be in that kitchen flipping pancakes, scrambling eggs, making coffee, or whatever he makes. 

He always makes sure your flower vase is full, always replacing them before they die. 

If you fall asleep somewhere, he will pick you up and tuck you into bed. 

When he goes on morning runs, he takes your dog with him. 

He takes responsibility for taking care of your dog.

He's a gentleman to you.

He opens your doors, holds your bags, walks on the outside of the sidewalk.

Bucky x Witch Practitioner

Learns that she’s a love witch and learns what that includes. 

He doesn’t understand the things she needs sometimes. 

“What is licorice root and why do you need it?” 

“Why do you need my birth time again?” 

“What’s that crystal next to my side of the bed?” 

He notices that she takes her time with her makeup and hair because beauty magic is important to her. 

Her whole home smells like roses. 

She always has roses in her home. 

She makes him custom herbal teas. 

She makes him a sleep sachet to place under his pillow to help with his nightmares. 

She hides little sigils on him or in his gear for protection and safety on missions. 

After he comes back from missions, she will do bath rituals for him to relax. 

He always gets her roses and pretty flowers for her “pink altar” (love altar). 

He nieces that she spray Florida water in the sheets and blankets after waking up and then spray his side with lavender spray and hers with rose. 

She tells him the lavender or chamomile will help with keeping him calm and help with sleep. 

Crystals everywhere (especially rose quartz & clear quartz the most). 

He thinks it’s really cute that you do spell work for him. 

Bucky Barnes x Latina Woman

He just sits back and observes. He doesn’t question things, he just watches because even though he has never seen or heard what you're doing, he doesn’t want to make you feel weird for what’s normal for you. 

Secretly starts learning Spanish. 

When you get pissed you start cursing in Spanish, no one understands it but him. 

You yell out a curse word in Spanish at Steve for eating your last orange, which leaves Steve confused and scared but Bucky just starts laughing so hard. 

After that, you learn he learned Spanish fluently and start having conversations together in Spanish. 

It’s funny now because he now shit talks Sam in Spanish and no one understands but you. 

Starts gossiping in Spanish with each other. 

Loves eating the food she makes. 

His new comfort food is sopita de fideo, especially on cold days. 

He can kill a whole tray of tacos by himself. 

He thinks it’s funny when she calls everyone random nicknames in Spanish.  (Wanda - mamas, Sam - pendejo, Tony - menso, Thor - cabron, Loki - nopalito, Bruce - salsa verde, Clint - pajaro, Natasha - linda, Vision - tomate) 

Loves when you call him cute nicknames in Spanish. (“mi vida” is your go to)

Day 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, and 29 of drawing till I’m good

(Plus a painting)

Bucky Barnes

Masterlist

NOT THE RASIN WEETABIX LAUREN 😭😭

Mystery man

This is a female reader x bucky barnes story

This is my first time writing a one shot please enjoy

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The sun is shining through my baby pink cotton curtains as jarvis announces the time "6:30 Miss y/n, you have breakfast scheduled for 7:00 accompanied with Mr Hogan, followed by training at 8:00 with your new instructor mr barnes".

Ah yes the Mystery man that all the shield agents seem to be obsessed by Mr Barnes the fearless soldier. Guess today we can put a name to a face.

I rolled out of bed slowly dragging myself to the joint bathroom i share with tessa shes also an agent but also the closest thing i have to family. We enrolled into the academy together and since then we have been as close as ever. I pick up my tooth brush take off its protective cap and put some toothpaste on. While brushing my teeth tessa makes an appearance brushes her hair.

" whats your schedule?" I ask her while spitting out toothpaste

"Ive got a meeting with Hill at 7:00 and then me and a few other agents have a mission with Rogers at noon, what about you?" she answers

"Breakfast with Hogan and training with Barnes"

"Omg u get to train with Barnes im so jealous, however ive heard hes ruthless so good luck"

I leave her in the bathroom closing my door behind me. I walk over to my vanity and pick up my hair brush and put my hair into double dutch braids while applying some sun cream and day cream on to my face. Gotta keep my young looking face i think then i smile at my self in the mirror and say you can do this.

I walk to breakfast and was automatically greeted by happy who was waiting for me in the kitchen. He talked me through security details while we had some lovely raisin weetabix.

I stand up from the table and place my dish and spoon in the sink and turned to face happy.

"Ive got to go now i need to meet Barnes" he nodds and i walk down the corridor and took a left.

I walked into the gymnasium there was a sparing place in the middle of the floor which was surrounded by multiple various different gym equipment.  In the middle of the floor stood a man around 6ft tall, dark slick back hair, muscular and one strange noticeable feature... a metal arm.  Oh and one other thing hes incredibly gorgeous no wonder everyone was so obsessed.

"You are y/n i assume" he questioned

"Thats correct sir"

"Dont call me sir i feel old, call me barnes... now lets see what u got"

He made me run lap around the hall, lift weights and occasionally fight each other. It felt like hours had passed.

"Im fed up, im not doing anymore" i refuse and drop to the floor.

He looks down at me in amusement

"You have only been training for an hour u still have another hour left. Now get up" he says that last part more stern than pervious.

"No i cant move, you cant make me do something if i cant move"

Tension starts to pick up

" get up off your lazy arse right now and give me another 10 laps" he said fury burning within his eyes

"Make me"

We stared deeply in one anothers eyes both with hatred flowing through us. He walks closer towards me causing him to tower over more. I stan up so the height difference wasnt so great but he still seemed to tower over me. We stared intently into each others souls both of us not wanting to break away first to give the other the delight of winning.

A slight smirk forms across his face and he reaches out for my arm while im stille distracted by his ocean blue eyes. He flips me on the floor and pins me down. Still not breaking eye contact. 

"20 laps now"

I can tell that me and metal man are going to have lots of fun...

Bucky Barnes x reader - (Un)Happy Independence Day

The sound of firing guns rang in Bucky’s ears as he ran across the field, occasionally ducking into the yellowed grass and firing his own weapon. Small explosions of dirt from the enemy’s active assault sprayed across his army green uniform, filling his nose with the musky and spicy smells of the earth and gunpowder. His commanding officer shouted commands which were barely audible over the ringing in his ears. 

Looking to the side, Bucky watched as one of his fellow soldiers was shot down. His eyes widened and heart raced as he began to panic. Never once since he enlisted had Bucky regretted joining the army, but now he was beginning to. He could have been home, relaxing and reading a book, or hanging out with his best friend Steve Rogers, maybe he could have been going out on a nice date with a beautiful girl, but no, he chose to join the front lines and potentially lose his life for his country.

As Bucky quickly got on his knees, firing his gun, a large wave of pain flowed from his chest. He had been hit by an enemy bullet. ‘No,’ he thought, lying on the ground as his vision began to fade, ‘It can’t end here. Steve, I’m sorry..’ Everything went black but lit up again just as quickly. Bucky looked around, trying to recognise his surroundings. 

To his horror he finally did.

Bucky Barnes was back in a Hydra Headquarters, strapped into that cursed machine while scientists read words from a book. His head hurt so much and his chest felt like it was on fire as he struggled against his bindings, screaming in agony. His feet slammed against the metal footrest and he shut his eyes, wanting to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

BANG BANG BANG

“Bucky?? Are you okay?? Open the door!”

The winter soldier opened his eyes, falling off of the bed as he woke up. He was back in his room in the Avengers’ tower, his dark gray sheets around him and disconnected from the rest of the bed. From outside, he could hear the sounds of fireworks being shot into the sky by some of the neighbors. The knocking on the door just added to the unwanted noise as the voice of Steve Rogers commanded F.R.I.D.A.Y. do unlock the door and let him in. 

He then entered the room and rushed to Bucky’s side. “Hey, are you okay, I heard you crying out in your sleep.” Steve said, his hand squeezing his best friend’s shoulder in a comforting manner. He then realized what was going on. “Was it the fireworks?” Bucky was shaking underneath his wrinkled sheets and didn’t respond. He was too afraid to speak, even to act because he didn’t know what he would do out of pure instinct. 

“The war is over, Bucky, and Hydra isn’t going to get you. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here. You’re safe.” Bucky wanted to believe those words, and for the most part he did, however his time behind enemy lines had messed him up. The sound of fireworks that he used to run toward as a child he now backed away from, as he remembered the sounds of battle and visions of fallen soldiers filled his mind. Bucky didn’t want to seem weak, but here he was about to cry like a child over fireworks of all things. He used to love this time of year, but now he could only stay in his room and pray for it to be over for the next few days.

“Do you want to talk about your dream, Buck?” Asked Steve, looking worriedly at his friend who shook his head. “I.. I don’t feel well. I think I’m just going to try and sleep again and skip the celebration tomorrow.” Steve was saddened by this. Sure, he wanted his friend to be okay, but he really wanted to spend Independence Day with him as well. “All right. You know where I am if you need me.” Steve gave Bucky a tight hug before exiting the room, leaving Bucky alone with the sounds of distant fireworks. 

The next day, the Avengers’ Tower was alive with the hustle and bustle of the Fourth of July. Tony and Steve were arguing over the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles, Natasha, Clint, and Peter were setting up decorations, and Bruce Banner worked on some new fireworks for the celebration later that night. (Y/n) (L/n), Vision, and Wanda Maximoff both watched the chaos going on from the kitchen while preparing food for the grill and table. 

“I don’t really understand the concept of Independence Day.” Said Wanda softly, looking at the other two in the room with her. The bickering between the co-leaders of the Avengers stopped and they looked toward the young witch in surprise. “Really?” Asked Tony who took another bite of his donut much to Steve’s annoyance. “Do you want to understand it?” 

Wanda nodded and Steve took the opportunity to delve into his patriotic passion as two of the three decorators rolled their eyes. “Look what you’ve started.” Said Clint, his shoulders shaking with a suppressed laugh as Wanda struggled to keep up with the history lecture that she had unknowingly asked for. 

(Y/n) looked around suddenly, noticing something, or rather someone, was missing. “Hey Steve, where’s Bucky?” Steve stopped talking about the Revolutionary War long enough to answer her. “He was.. Having some trouble sleeping last night and isn’t feeling well so he’s spending the day in his room.” (Y/n) frowned in concern. She hadn’t known her boyfriend wasn’t feeling well and felt guilty that she hadn’t gone to check on him at all. “Vision, you and Wanda can handle the rest of the food, right?” She asked the mechanical avenger who nodded and motioned for her to be off.

It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to reach Bucky’s room and when she did, she knocked gently on the door. “Bucky? It’s me, (Y/n), are you okay? I heard you weren’t feeling well.” From beyond the door she heard a rustle, as if something or someone was moving around, but no one answered the door. “Babe?” She tried again, hoping he would open the door so she didn’t have to. (Y/n) wondered if maybe he was asleep, but was proven wrong when there was a soft reply. “Don’t worry, I’m okay doll, you can go back downstairs. Go enjoy the festivities.” 

There was a hint of sadness in his voice and (Y/n) couldn’t help feeling bad about his condition. “I’m coming in.” She said, opening the door before Bucky could tell her not to bother. There he was, looking healthy as a horse and getting up to try and stop the door from opening. (Y/n) was confused. “Bucky? What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

Bucky knew he had been caught in his lie. He invited her to sit on his bed, thinking out what to say next. (Y/n) looked at him expectantly and suddenly spoke up. “You’re not actually sick, are you?” She said that in a monotone voice, sounding a bit upset. Bucky felt awful. The two of them hadn’t even been together for a year yet, and he didn’t want her to feel obligated to throw away a fun holiday like this for his sake. 

“No. No, I’m not actually sick.” He confessed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down. “Then why aren’t you joining us downstairs? We’re going to start up the grill outside on the balcony, maybe get a campfire up and running, and watch the fireworks. Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

It did sound fun, but that’s what made Bucky so sad. After everything he had done, why should he be out there celebrating America’s independence after he worked for Hydra to take over his beloved home country. Why should he celebrate freedom after he had taken so many innocent lives?

 A tight hug snapped him out of his damp mood and his eyes widened to feel tears falling on the back of his hands. He hadn’t even realized he had started crying. Furiously, Bucky wiped at the tears, trying to get rid of them and toughen up. 

“It’s okay, you can cry. I won’t judge you.” Said (Y/n) softly, hugging him tighter and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Bucky’s wall of emotions shattered and he broke down. Turning around to face her, he held her in his arms and cried freely. He couldn’t form coherent words as he tried to explain to her why he hid from everyone. She didn’t say anything, trying to understand him as he finally managed to calm down. 

“I just don’t feel welcome. I’ve hurt so many people, heck I’ve killed so many people. I killed Tony’s parents and even tried to kill all of you at one point or another. I don’t deserve to be celebrating with all of you.” He looked at (Y/n) who looked at him with sad eyes. 

“You deserve to be with us as much as anyone else, Bucky. First of all, you didn’t have a choice in the matter during your time with Hydra because you were brainwashed. Second, you’re forgetting who all you’re celebrating with. Tony has indirectly killed thousands of people with the weapons he used to manufacture, Natasha used to be a Russian spy, Clint is technically an assassin, Wanda used to work for Hydra, Bruce is literally a green radioactively-made monster who can take down giant flying carnivorous alien worms,Thor has killed thousands of people because he’s a small-g god, and I work as an agent for SHIELD. You fit right in with us!”

Bucky laughed softly, falling back into her arms. “I guess you’re right..” He murmured but his faint smile didn’t last. “Do fireworks bother you?” Guessed (Y/n), a small puzzle being put together in her mind. “Is that why you had trouble sleeping?” Bucky nodded, feeling a bit stupid for admitting it. “They.. give me nightmares and flashbacks from the war.. And Hydra.. And they keep on going for days because of the Fourth of July.” 

“If there was a way to make the noise disappear from the fireworks, would you go out to see them?” Bucky nodded. “I love fireworks.” (Y/n) smiled happily. “I’ll be right back.” She left his side and Bucky immediately missed her warmth and comfort. He wondered what she could be doing. Bucky prayed that she wasn’t going to tell the others and hugged his knees to his chest anxiously. 

When (Y/n) returned, she was carrying a pair of large black headphones. “What?” Bucky asked in confusion. “They’re noise canceling headphones. I use them sometimes when I go to the firing range for practice. Try them on.” He hesitantly put it on, adjusting the ears to fit his head and he was shocked when all the noise from his room and downstairs disappeared. It was like he was just alone with his thoughts with nothing to interrupt him. 

(Y/n) tried to speak to him but he could hear her. She tried again and this time he told her he couldn’t understand what she was saying, making her laugh as she took the headphones off. “It looks like they work.” Bucky hugged her tight, kissing her cheek happily. “Will you be joining us downstairs? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She assured him, the question lingering for a second as he considered the option for the first time in quite a while. 

“I’ll be downstairs in a bit. I need to freshen up.” (Y/n) smiled happily and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Alright then! I’ll see you later!” As she left Bucky’s room, he watched her retreating figure with a smile. What did he do to become so lucky that he could have a girl like her?

By the time he had gone downstairs, everyone was already on the balcony. The smell of grilling chicken, burgers, and steak wafted through the air as well as the sound of laughter. When he appeared in the doorway, Steve was the first to catch sight of him, looking at his best friend with a look of absolute shock, not expecting to see him out and about that evening. 

“Ay, Manchurian Candidate, nice to see you!” Called Tony, waving at him from his spot next to his wife, Pepper. (Y/n) looked over at him and smiled as one of Clint’s daughters braided her hair. “There are some sodas and beer in the cooler if you’d like one.” Said Wanda as she drank a Pepsi beside Vision on the couch. Peter was already over at the cooler, grabbing two juice pouches, one for him and one for another one of Clint’s kids. 

As Bucky got settled down nervously between (Y/n) and Steve, his fellow soldier patted him on the shoulder. “I’m happy you could join us, Buck.” 

“You can thank (Y/n) for that. She convinced me that I was welcome.” 

“You’re always welcome. The past is in the past so enjoy the present. It’s not like we have a time machine and can go back to when and where we came from.” Joked Steve and Bucky laughed. 

Two hours later, the fireworks started. (Y/n) was seated comfortably in her boyfriend’s arms as they watched the colorful display in the night sky. Bucky looked down at her, the black headphones placed comfortably on his head and keeping away the loud sounds of the explosions. 

“I love you, doll.” He murmured softly, nuzzling his face into her shoulder as she held onto him with a smile. “I love you too, Bucky. Happy Fourth of July.”

Y/N Stark- Part 1 Bucky Barnes x Reader

Meeting Little Stark

Y/N P.O.V

As fast as I possibly could go I ran out of my room and into the kitchen (the reason why is because my dad was in a meeting with the avengers my name is Y/N stark and my dad is tony stark yes Iron man anyways)

I was in the kitchen with my headphones on and listening to music I couldn't hear anything except my music. I was making myself toast as soon as I put the bread in the toaster I heard load of people chatting I paused my music quickly and looked around the corner to see what was happened they were done with the meeting I notice they were heading my way so I quickly turned Invisible and grabbed my phone and headphones that disappeared as well. (I can move things, control things with my mind/mind reading, I can manipulate peoples’ mind, turn Invisible and control the 4 elements and electricity, can make force fields my power colour is red) when they moved into the kitchen I moved to the corner so they wouldn't bump into me just as they were talking my toast was done I forgot about that and face-palmed myself and everyone heard the smack "okay....what was that noise and did anyone make toast" Natasha said. Everyone said no. "Yes" my dad said "when" Steve said "before the meeting" tony said. Just as my dad saved my ass I tried to get out of the kitchen I bump into someone and made us both fall on the floor and my power stopped "crap" I whispered as soon as I said that everyone got the weapons out I quickly stood up in front of my dad and as I put my force field up my eyes glowed red. "whoa whoa whoa....okay everyone can put your weapons down" my dad said as he stepped in front of me "who is she" Wanda said as everyone put there weapons down "you to (Y/N/N)" my dad said with a smirk "I swear to god call me that again Dad and I'm gonna wreck all you suits" I said "Dad" everyone said "thank you Y/N" he said and I just smiled at him and sat on the counter knowing he's gonna have to explain it to them "yes this is my daughter Y/N *I wave to them* the reason why i hid her from everyone is because of hydra they kidnapped her then she was 5 i got her back when she was 10 she is now 15 I've been hiding her because I don't want her to go through what she went through when she was there" he said. I know how hard it was from him to go through it and he knew it hurt me too so I jumped of the counter and went to him and hugged him he hugged me back "so your the loud noises in the night then" Natasha said "well..." I said squinting my eyes "so that's a yes" my dad said "yeah" I said biting my lip. "so Hydra gave here these powers" Wanda said "yup" I said "well I'm Wa.." she said before I cut her off "no need I know you all except him" I said pointing to the person standing next to Steve, "oh yeah this is Bucky Barnes Steve's best friend" my dad said. I scrunched up my eyebrows 'Bucky Barnes' I thought why does he sound familiar, "what's wrong" my dad said "oh it's just his name sounds familiar like I've heard it before" I said. They all had a look on there face like they were worried but I didn't notice and I walked out with my phone and headphone listening to my music as I made my way back to my room with my toast.

ok, so this is my first time writing here, tell me how it was and if you liked it!