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Icarus Falling Far.

Pairing: mob!bucky x tattoo artist!female!reader

Summary: it’s the day after giving the dangerous mobster his first tattoo, and he hang contacted you yet. What a dick.

Warnings: cursing, crime, mentions of guns, stalking/harassment (brief), think that’s it.

Word count: 3.6k ish

A/N: i had no plan to make this story into a mini-series, so if this seems a little unplanned… it is. Anyway, hope you like it my loves 😘

(This is not beta’s so any mistakes are my own)

Part 2 ⬇️:

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Bold is readers thoughts

Italics is Bucky's thoughts

This starts in Bucky’s POV.

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His home office was always the place he went to feel at peace. Ironic really, considering the dealings done within the room. The walls had seen him order his men to assassinate his rivals, to eliminate anybody that got in their way. The desk had felt the tip of the pen write extortionate contracts, sent silently to some of the cities most powerful people, the non-explicit threat sent with photos of their family’s, to reminds them what they were risking if they refused to comply. The window that felt the full strength of his prosthetic too many times to count. The hole in the floor after one of his employees managed to literally shoot himself in the foot. {guess who}

But his peace was teetering on a cliffs edge. His hands were woven into his hair, pulling to try and alleviate the headache forming. Elbows resting on his desk as his eyes stayed staring at one specific groove in the wood.

A knock at the door broke his trance and he sighed. It was a rule in the Compound that if the boss was in his office and the door was closed, you do not interrupt or enter unless there was an emergency. Only one man was brave enough to completely disregard Bucky’s rule, which had led to some… interesting situations when Bucky had girls in there with him.

“Come in,” he called, knowing the longer he waited to respond, the louder and more incessant the knocking would become.

The door opened and there was Bucky’s very own personal dumbass: Steve Rogers. The man had been a part of Bucky’s life since as long as he could remember, if-fact some of his earliest memories were with Steve; young boys playing cops and robbers together, attempting to protect Steve when he picked a fight he had no business being in- which had led to Bucky getting his ass beat as well, and scheming together about how to make sure that Simon Justin never played baseball again after pulling his sisters hair on the playground.

“Fuck me Buck, I’m not sure if today could have been anymore fucked,” Steve stated as he collapsed on to the couch, flinging his legs over one arm and resting his head in the other.

Today was a stressful fucking day.

It was the day that Bucky was making all necessary moves. Why all the problems had to pop up now, he wasn’t sure. And the kicker to this awful day? He had no time to talk to you, the girl he could not get out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. You’d managed to flood his mind, memories of the kiss you shared playing over and over again.

“Did you close the door?” Bucky asked, not moving an inch.

“Yeah.”

“Good because I do not need anyone else talking to me right now,” Bucky said, his voice low and quiet, an air of danger ever-present in his tone.

“C’mon Buck, y’know you love them,” Steve responds with a dopey little smirk on his face, and he tilts his head to make eye contact with the man he calls his brother.

I hate that fuckin smile.

He softly hums his agreement and returns to inspecting the groove on his desk.

“We just gotta talk it out, figure out what the fuck is going on, then plan our next moves accordingly,” Steve says, swinging his legs back to the floor, hands clasped together, his arms leaning on his knees.

“Yeah thanks man, I didn’t think about figuring everything out, maybe I’ll give that a go now” Bucky retorts with weak sarcasm, mind too busy, replaying the events of the day.

“I can leave you alone to get lost in your head, or we can figure this shit out together. It’s your call jerk.” Steve says, tilting his head down to catch Bucky’s eye.

“Alright.”

“Stop pulling your hair jackass.” He adds.

I hate it when you do that.

Bucky drops his hands to the desk and says, “Ok let’s start this debrief with Walker.”

“Nat’s got his ass tied up in the basement for ya, he’s ready when you are.”

“Anybody looking for him?”

“One frustratingly loyal friend, but he has no idea that Johnny-boy is with us. The rest of his little fan club have no idea he’s even missing.”

“Ok, one problem down. Rumlow?” It’s the question he doesn’t want the answer to. He’d much rather spend his time thinking about you. His history with Brock Rumlow was bloody and painful, for both of them. There was only one person from his past that Bucky hadn’t dealt with, and here he was, coming back to ruin the name Bucky had made for himself.

Rumlow knew things about Bucky’s past that made him a a high security threat, but after he failed to blow himself up in an attempt to kill Bucky, he had disappeared. Bucky thought it was finally over, but the asshole popped back up about a year ago, with more power than before, making himself seemingly untouchable by Bucky’s hand.

“Currently moving like he has been, not causing too much trouble for us, though his crew are getting closer and closer to our dealings at the port.” Steve said, a slight look of digits on his face.

“Put extra hands down there for the next couple weeks, see if we can’t scare them off a little.”

“Yes boss. I’ll let them know after this.”

“The commissioner’s dealt with?” Buck asks, remembering the deviation the man had decided to make.

“Yep, send him that gift basket. He called Sam this morning and agreed to our terms.”

“Good. How’s Barton?” He asks, moving into what they class as ‘personal business’.

“Pissed, man. He wants blood for what happened, we all do.” Steve answers, the memory of seeing Clint covered in blood and bruised made his blood simmer.

“We sure it wasn’t Rumlows’ lot, or fuck even Walker?

“Walkers’ fanclub do not have the brain cells, the power, or the information to organise an attack like that, and Parker tracked Rumlow and his men, all are accounted for and have alibis. This is someone new.”

Oh for fuck’s sake. Isn’t two power hungry assholes enough.

“We haven’t found anything? No security cameras, no cell tower pings?” Bucky asks, leaning back in his chair, resting his head on the back.

“Actually, I sent Scott there this morning to check out if there was anything left there and he found something.” Steve responds, some apprehension creeping into his voice.

That got Bucky’s attention. His head snapped back up and locked eyes with Steve who now stood in-front of his desk, pacing back and forth slightly.

“Care to share with the class Rogers?” His voice was hard now, his extreme dislike of not knowing all the information shining through.

Steve exhales sharply, biting his tongue to not retort and piss Bucky off more.

“He found a package tucked behind a dumpster addressed to ‘Bucky Barnes’ that had a memory stick-“

“Like a USB?” Bucky interrupted.

“- Yeah a USB-“ he gets cut off again.

“Then just say USB, calling it a ‘memory stick’ makes you sound 100 years old.”

“-oh dear god, you gonna let me finish?” Steve responds.

Bucky waved his hand at him, a sign for him to continue.

“Scott found a package addressed to you with a USB inside, we gave it to Stark ‘cos Parker was busy tracking down Rumlows crew, and he checked it out and told us it was completely normal, no virus or anything bad in it.”

“Was there anything on it?” Bucky asks, his brow furrowed.

“It..uh..has two pictures on it.” Steve said lowly.

“…of?”

“It’s probably better if I just show you.” Steve said, his tone of voice made Bucky a little nervous.

Steve took out his phone, tapped a couple of time before turning it around to give to Bucky. As soon as the latter had ahold of the phone, Steve took a full step back, which caused Bucky to raise his eyebrows in question.

“Just look.” He says in response to Bucky’s unasked question.

He looked down at the screen and almost immediately removed his left hand as to not break the phone.

Fuck. Shit.

The first picture was of the night he met you. It was taken through the window for you apartment, and clearly showed both you and Bucky, stood side by side, looking through your flash book.

“What the fuck is this?” He pushes out through gritted teeth.

“I assuming that’s the tattoo artist you told me about, the one you got a thing for?” Steve says.

The one I’m obsessed with.

When Bucky gives him a sharp nod, Steve just drops his head, suddenly fascinated with his shoes.

“Shit.” He says under his breath.

“What?” Bucky’s voice was louder now.

“Look at the next picture.” Steve says while avoiding eye contact.

Bucky looks down, his finger swiping to the next picture before he can think about it.

No. No no fuck. Not her.

The next photo was taken from inside the apartment. Inside your bedroom. It’s of you. Asleep. Completely unaware of the danger stood at the foot of your bed.

Bucky couldn’t look away, he was frozen staring at the picture. Your shorts and oversized tee had both ridden up slightly, showing how truly vulnerable you are. The clock on your table showed the time as 3:54 and showed the date.

“…this was taken this morning.”

“..yeah.”

fuck.

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Fuck Bucky Barnes.

The bastard hadn’t contacted you since the shop.

Bitch ass told me to keep my phone on so I wouldn’t miss his message, kept me glued to my phone like a weirdo waiting for him to call… and he didn’t. Dick.

Despite the annoyance at the very very attractive mobster, you couldn’t help wonder how he was, what he was doing, if he was thinking about you too.

You’re overthinking about Bucky was interrupted by a knock at your door.

“One sec!” You shout to whoever’s there, getting up and walking to the door. The second you undo the lock, the door is being pushed into your face with a chorus of greetings.

“Come in I guess,” you say to the three who just walked in.

“Well thanks darlin, you got food?” Billy responds, already making his way to the fridge.

“Don’t fucking eat my pizza Bill, I swear I’ll kill you,” you answer, giving both Frank and Curtis a hug, letting the door close behind them.

He laughs off your threat as the others take a seat on your couch.

“Not that I don’t love you guys, but why the fuck are you here?” You ask, moving back to the arm chair in the corner and taking a seat, your phone pinging in the back ground.

“What, we can’t pop in on you whenever we want?” Frank says, leaning back in the arm of the couch, moving to put his feet in the coffee table.

“Frankie if you put your feet on my table, I’m gonna beat you with a spoon.” You call at him.

He freezes and slowly lowers his feet back to the floor.

“We just wanted to come see how you were…Frank told us about Barnes.” Curtis says, cutting into the conversation and completely dampening the mood.

God-fucking-dammit Frank.

Oh fuck do I tell them that he’s not an issue and I actually quite like him.

“Yeah are you ok sweetheart?” Billy asks and he collapses on the couch in the middle of the other boys.

“I’m fine guys, I swear, like I told Frank he’s actually not bad,” you answer, shifting uncomfortable lay in your seat due to the indecision of how much to tell them, “He was nice, polite and kind of…charming, I guess-”

“Is that why you kissed him?” Frank interrupts.

Shit, how does he know?

“-what?”

“You kissed him. Or rather he kissed you but you seemed to enjoy it.” Billy says with an annoying smirk on his face.

“How do you know that?” You ask, shock still written all over your face.

“..the security cameras, kid. You forget about those?”

Ahh fuck.

“Ahh fuck,” you say out loud.

“What the hell are you doing making out with a mobster, Y/N?” Curtis responds, looking at you with those eyes of his that show he’s not judging, just trying to understand.

“I..uh..I wasn’t-really-thinking.” You put you hands on your head, even though Curtis wasn’t judging you, the other two definitely were.

“Obviously you weren’t, he’s a goddam mobster Y/N-” Billy starts, anger in his voice, but you cut him off.

“I know that Bill, ok, I do,” you say, shifting to place your feet on the floor, “but he’s not the animal you think he is, he’s kind and considerate and he makes me feel…” happy. you cut off before the last word, wanting to keep that realisation to yourself for a little longer.

“Plus you bastards can’t be judging me for meeting the guy twice, only yourselves and the devil knows what fucked shit you three have been up to.” You almost shout.

“The fuck does that mean?” Frank answers.

“C’mon Frank I’m not stupid, you three have some shady shit in your pasts. I mean you were goddam military for fucks sake, and don’t think I don’t see the fake payments on the books at the shop-“

“Stop Y/N.” Billy cuts you off. “Stop it now.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, eyes never leaving yours.

You were about to respond to his demand, when a knock sounded at the door.

“Told you to keep you phone on.” A dark voice calls through the door.

Oh shit. No no no not now please not now.

“Who the fuck is that?” Frank asks, suddenly sitting up straight, eyes pinned on the door. Both Billy and Curtis stand, facing the door as if waiting for it to bust off it’s hinges.

“Please all of you, shut the fuck up and don’t do anything dumb,” you answer, moving towards the door.

“Is that him?” Curtis asks.

“Didn’t I just say shut the fuck up,” you retort a little snappier, opening the door slightly.

He cut his hair, it’s looks good on him.

Bucky lowers his arm from his thwarted attempt at a second knock and says, “Is your phone broken or are you ignoring me?” The smirk on his face made your heart beat a little faster.

“Neither, I just missed your text because I have some friends over right now,” you say.

“Is that why you’re not opening the door properly? I can barley see you,” he says with a grin.

“…kinda? Ok wait..” you exit your apartment, pulling the door closed fully behind you, “long story short, they know about the k.. uh about what happened at the shop, and they know who you are and they are not happy about it.”

His eyes darken and his smirk grows wider at the almost mention of the kiss. He shifts until he’s leaning his shoulder on the wall by your door.

“Oh yeah? Doesn’t really matter what they think though, does it doll? Both you and I know how much you enjoyed it.” He says, mouth droning a cheeky grin.

Oh my god.

“Me? You’re the one who started it Bucky, seemed you enjoyed it more,” you respond, having no idea where the confidence came from.

He hums at your statement and says “Well I can admit that I did enjoy our kiss sweetheart, but I may need a little reminder of how it went, it’s been a long day you see.”

“Bucky-” you’re cut of by him stepping closer until your chests are barley touching, the new position making you tilt your head back to see him better.

“What darlin? You ok with this?” He asks slowly, tilting his head to the side slightly, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Why does he have to be so sweet.

You nod in answer to his question and he smiles. Not the terrifying grin or the cheeky smirk, but a genuine smile - one that makes him even more beautiful. Bucky raises his right arm, dragging his thumb over your lips and cupping your cheek while you stare up at him, his other hand sneaks around you back, pulling you flush to him.

“You have no idea what to do to me, do ya?” He mumbles, probably not intending for you respond as he’s closing the gap between you. The kiss is harsh and a little messy, shocking you slightly with his apparent desperation, hands holding you tightly. He takes advantage of your shock, tracing your lips with his tongue and pushing past to deepen the kiss.

His hand drops from you face to your waist, gripping so tightly, you’re sure he’ll have left a bruise. That thought got you’re heart pumping faster, the idea that an imprint of his hands, his fingers would be left on your skin. It felt right. Bucky pushes you until your back hits the wall, hips fitting against yours almost perfectly, one leg sneaking between yours as you let a light whimper escape.

You break the kiss to get some air, leaning your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath.

“Bucky, I mis-”, you didn’t get to finish the sentence before your door opens and you’re suddenly faced with three pissed off ex-marines.

-(Bucky’s P.O.V)

Bucky immediately steps back, releasing you, and straightens his posture. He looks at the men, quietly analysing them. He can tell that they either are or were military, and definitely care immensely about you, probably to the point of beating the crap out of anyone that hurt you.

The one in the middle is a frightening creature , he thinks, but the wedding band means he has something to loose, he should be less quick to anger, in theory.

The one on the right with the short buzz cut and the tense muscles reminds him of Clint, he’s ready to fight at the drop of a hat, and by the look on his face, I’m gonna be his next target.

The man on the left intrigued Bucky the most. His face is blank, showing nothing. He’s favouring one of his legs, and the other shows a bulky piece of metal at the bottom. Wonder if that’s an old military injury.

“Guys, what are you doing?” You ask, apprehension in your voice. Bucky wonders if you’re scared for them or for him.

“Oh we are gonna head out, let you have some time to really think about what we talked about.” The man in the middle says, putting emphasis on the word really.

“Frank please-”

“No it’s ok sweetheart,” Bucky bristles at the pet name the Clint wannabe says, “we’ll see you later.”

“Billy-”

“Shit, I left my phone on your table, could you get it for me?” The other says to you, cutting off your words, smiling at you to calm the stressed look on your face.

“Of course Cutis, one sec,” you respond, Turing to Bucky at the end of your sentence with a look at says please don’t make this worse.

You pass by the men and let the door fall closed behind you.

The silence is tense as the men all stare at each-other.

“So…how’s your man doing? Y’know the one that got jumped,” Billy says, smirking at Bucky.

“How do you know that?” Bucky asks as his muscles tense.

“…Y/N told us, obviously,” Billy says.

The pause was intentional, she didn’t tell them that.

“He’s fine, thanks.” Bucky responds shortly, all to aware of the lie he was just told.

The door opens just before Billy can respond, all four men going silent again.

“Here it is Curtis, guess I’ll see you guys later then,” you say, before hugging each man.

The three shoulder past Bucky as if he was just a man on the street, no care in the world that he could have them killed for that disrespect. But he lets this one slide, for her, as they’re her friends.

“Did you tell them about Clint?” He knows it was a lie but he needs to make sure his cynical brain isn’t marking it up.

“No? Why?” You answer, unaware of the turmoil occurring in Bucky’s head.

Then how the fuck do they know.

“Give me one minute doll, I forgot something at the car,” he says, “go on inside I’ll be back soon.”

“Uh.. okay.” You answer, walking back into the apartment.

He watches the door and as soon as it closes he is moving back down the stairs, hoping to catch and ask the men how they knew about Clint. Bucky normally has an reasonable explanation for everything, but this time he was stumped. He catches them outside the front door to the building, the three of them stood leaning against their car, watching the door, waiting for him to come out.

“How do you know?” He repeats his question from before, voice lower and more dangerous now.

“Y’know…that bastard has a solid right hook.” Billy says. The sentence sends red hot anger through Bucky’s blood.

It was them. But that means…

“Did you get our package?” The big one in the middle asks, Frank, she called him.

Fuck. The anger that has been burning in his veins since the second he saw those photos of you pours out of him and he immediately pulls a gun on Frank.

“Hey now that’s not smart, is it?” Curtis asks in a placating tone.

“Don’t forget about our girl up there. What’s she gonna think if you shoot me for no reason?” Frank says, unflinching staring down the barrel of Bucky’s gun.

Fuck. Fuck. These bastard are the ones threatening everything, the jumped Clint and are using you to get to him. They’re your friends and you? You have absolutely no idea.

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Yo this took so long to do!! Hope you like my lil twisty turn at the end there 😈.

Lemme know what u think 😘

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WHERE DREAMS GO TO DIE | bucky x avenger!reader

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, heavy alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky, smut in later chapters

word count: 34k

author’s note: the series is based on The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren!

series’ SPOTIFY playlist

1. stuck in the middle

2. unfinished business

3. over the water & down below

4. as we slowly die

5. hands on

6. ego’s one hell of a drug

7. spite her, spite me

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The Harlequin Initiative: Havana (Preview)

Name: James Buchannan Barnes

Alias: The Winter Soldier, Soldat

Access: Restricted

Access Level: 5

Operative: Enhanced Soldier

Soldat has proven effective and loyal. Stronger, faster, and more durable than any of his previous tests, we believe Soldat is ready to be given command. Until further notice, Soldat shall be Acoperi’s handler on all missions.

Name: Unknown

Alias: The Harlequin, Acoperi

Access: Restricted

Access Level: 5

Operative: Enhanced Assassin

Acoperi is meant to infiltrate and neutralize. Programmable to each target’s specific preferences, Acoperi has the ability to entice and separate, with no knowledge of her mission until Soldat activates the Harlequin Initiative. Acoperi is incapable of operation without a handler due to the nature of her programming, considering building subconscious trust between Handler and Assassin to improve mission efficiency.

Mission Date: March 7, 1957 - December 20, 1958

Mission Location: Havana, Cuba

Mission Target: President Fulgencio Batista, Earl E.T. Smith (American Ambassador to Cuba)

The Harlequin (Acoperi) has been performing well. The Winter Soldier (Soldat) will accompany Acoperi to Havana and assist in gathering intelligence to aid in bringing Fidel Castro into power.

Cover: Mistress to Charles “Lucky” Luciano under the name Valentina Parisi

Tag List: @vbecker10 @soubi001 @thomase1 @ozymdias @huntressandlioness1

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My Best Friend...

(Part 1 of 2 - Part 2)

Pairing: Loki x plus size female reader (y/n)

Warnings: angst (of course, not sorry), self depreciating thoughts, feeling inadequate, issues with self image, low self worth, annoying friends... but I promise lots and lots of fluff so just hold on until the end - let me know if I forgot anything 💚

Summary: What you thought would be a relaxing girls night quickly turns into an interrogation by Nat and Wanda about your non-existent relationship with Loki. After denying you are anything other then friends for as long as you can, you finally tell them how you really feel about him... and why you know he will never feel the same. The night goes from bad to worse when you realize Loki overheard you talking to them and you try to hide from him.

A/N: Loki is talked about in this part a lot but he doesn't really show up until the very end, don't worry he is going to be in the whole second part though. Also, I was going to make this one very long fic but @michelleleewise suggested breaking it into two parts so you can thank her for all the angst being in the first half and having to wait another few days for the fluff - love you @michelleleewise 💚

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

"Oh, come on Y/N," Natasha laughs as she sets the pizza box on the coffee table. "Just admit it and we can all move on with our lives."

"I can't cause it's not true," you tell her, looking down to avoid eye contact with the spy. You sit on one end of the couch and she sits next to you, you pass her and Wanda plates. "I'm disappointed, I thought you would be better at reading situations then this," you say sarcastically and she let's out a dramatic gasp, pretending to be offended.

"I think the real problem is you are worse at hiding your relationship with Loki then you think you are," Wanda says as she grabs a slice of pizza. "And since you won't just admit it, how about we review the facts?" Wanda asks with a wide smile before sitting cross legged on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear all of these supposed facts," you roll your eyes.

"Exhibit A, breakfast," Wanda says too excitedly for your liking, "Loki brings you coffee and something to eat every single morning. How do you explain that if the two of you aren't dating, hmm?"

You decide maybe it would be better to just play along with your friends this time, hoping you might be able to convince them they were both wrong once and for all. Wanda and Nat had recently become obsessed with the idea that you and Loki were secretly dating but it had really picked up over the last week.

"I'm telling you, we aren't dating. He just knows I have a lot of early meetings so it's easy for me to get distracted and then I forget to eat," you tell them.

"I don't know," Natasha shakes her head, "Worrying that you're skipping meals seems like good boyfriend behavior."

"It is not, it's good friend behavior," you correct her, "Maybe the two of you don't worry about me enough." You cross your arms and stare at Nat then Wanda, causing them to giggle.

"Still, it's impressive. I don't think Loki even knows if Thor drinks coffee, forget about him ever bringing his brother or anyone else on the team anything," Nat says, picking up right where she left off before the minor laughing fit.

"I don't know what to tell you," you shrug. "Maybe he knows I'm less grumpy when I eat. Those mission report meetings we have are brutal if I'm not fully caffeinated," you suggest another reason.

"Nice try Y/N, but those meetings are only once a week," Nat reminds you and practically wince, how did you ever think the best spy on the planet would let that detail slip past her. "Care to explain away the coffee he brings you the other four days?"

You don't answer, pretending to be interested in reading the label on your drink instead. You remember when Loki started doing it roughly three months ago. One Friday while you were watching a movie together, you complained to him that you had missed breakfast three days in a row that week due to your tight meeting schedule. You hadn't meant for him to do anything about it, you were just venting. The following Monday and every morning since, Loki would stop by your office before he trained with Thor. He brought you a large coffee exactly the way you liked it, even though you don't remember him asking how you took it, and something to eat. You offered to pay him back after the first couple of days but he just smiled and told you not to worry about it.

Wanda laughs at your lack of response, pulling you from your thoughts and asks, "I think it's time for exhibit B, don't you?"

"Oh, of course," Nat smiles and you groan, quickly realizing this was a bad idea.

"Exhibit B, your weekends," Wanda says.

"There is nothing weird about our weekends," you tell them defensively. "What are you talking about?"

"Really Y/N?" Wanda says. "You're going to pretend you and Loki aren't going on dates all the time?"

"We aren't dating," you respond, this time you don't bother to force a smile. "We just like going to the same places."

"The two of you spend every minute of the weekend together," Nat chimes in. "I don't think Wanda spends as much time with Viz as you spend with Loki."

"It's not my fault Loki is more interesting than Vision," you reply quickly, earning a loud laugh from Nat and an eye roll from Wanda.

Natasha wasn't exactly wrong though. Over the last four months you and Loki had gone to art galleries, museums, plays and parks all across the city. These outings would have been truly amazing dates... if you were dating but you weren't. You think back to last weekend when you took him to the Winter Village at Bryant Park for the first time. Your fingers begin to play with the necklace you bought from one of the many artists who had set up stalls there. You were wearing gloves so Loki offered to put it on you, gently sweeping your hair away from your neck as he stood behind you to fasten the clasp. You hadn't been able to stop blushing when his fingers brushed against your skin but thankfully you could blame your red cheeks on the sudden cold breeze.

"Y/N," Wanda says, tossing a balled up napkin at you to get your attention. "Thinking about your next date night?"

You sigh and shake your head no. "Can't you both just let this go? We're going to waste the whole night on this."

"I only have one more exhibit to prove that you are dating, then we will leave you alone," Wanda says and you reluctantly agree to hear it, knowing she will tell you either way. "Exhibit C, you sleep in his apartment way too often. I mean really Y/N, I don't know why you pay rent at your place when you sleep with him two or three times a week."

"Ah, remember two weeks ago?" Nat asks Wanda and she nods. "How many nights in a row did you sleep with Loki?" she asks you with a smirk.

You sigh, "First off, stop saying it like that. I'm not sleeping with him, I sleep at his place. Secondly..." you pause not wanting to answer her question. "Five but you know that was because of the weather."

"Once in a while I get, but that many times in a row and you are practically living with him. I would bet you even have your own toothbrush and a drawer or two at his place," Wanda jokes.

You bite your lip before you respond, you did have a toothbrush and a few things stored in Loki's apartment. He had suggested you leave some items there so you were more comfortable since you slept over so often.

"I only sleep there cause he worries about me getting home safe if it's after a certain time, like if we are out until midnight on the weekends or I work really late during the week," you explain truthfully then add, "And sometimes I accidentally fall asleep at his place if we're watching a movie and he just lets me sleep. It's really not a big deal."

"Mmhmm..." Nat nods.

"I know that look Nat so don't even say it. I've already told you, nothing happens. Loki always offers me his bed and he takes the couch in his living area," you add quickly.

"Damn," Nat laughs and pretends to look disappointed.

"Now, you've finished with your 'facts' that prove nothing. He's just my best friend, that's it," you say, desperately trying to avoid talking about Loki any longer. "Can we please move onto something else?"

"Come on, what else do we need to do to get you to just tell us the truth," Wanda says.

"We aren't together," you tell them for what feels like the hundredth time.

"You can't lie to us," Nat says as if she didn't hear you, "Out with it."

"He's not mine!" you hear yourself say loudly and the smiles fall from their faces.

You look at them both silently, suddenly feeling too exposed as you finally give up on pretending you were unbothered by their constant questions and accusations. You slowly shift so you are sitting with your legs tucked underneath you, pressing your back into the couch. Picking up one of the pillows from between you and Nat, you hold it against your chest almost as if you are trying to hide yourself.

"He's not... he's not mine," you repeat again, a bit quieter this time. "He never was and he never will be. I'm just his best friend," you say.

"Wait... no, you really aren't together?" Nat asks almost in disbelief and you nod.

"I- we honestly thought you were just trying to keep it a really bad secret. I had no idea... I'm so sorry," Wanda says softly. "We never should have pushed you so hard."

"I'm sorry too Y/N but why aren't you two dating?" Nat asks. "The two of you seem so perfect for each other."

You shake your head then lower your face into the pillow to hide the gathering tears. "What did you say?" Wanda asks when you mumble something in response to Nat. You can feel her sitting on the arm of the couch as she gently tries to pull the pillow away from your face.

You cling to it tightly but allow her to lower it a bit. "I said... he would never want to date me," you tell them without looking up. "I'm not his type," you feel the first few tears slip free and fall down your cheeks.

You pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands and wipe your eyes. "Loki is a freaking prince and a God. Why would he want someone like me?" you ask them the question you had been asking yourself since you realized you were in love with him.

"Someone like you?" Nat repeats your question. "Because you are amazing Y/N. You're incredibly funny, clever and-"

You interrupt Nat, "But I'm not beautiful."

"What?" Wanda asks. "Y/N, of course you are."

"No, I'm not beautiful," you tell them. "I know what I look like, I'm short and I'm significantly overweight... I could lose a hundred pounds and I would still be nothing like the women Loki dates. They have all been tall and thin, perfect just like he is," you say, keeping your head down. "He's been with models, socialites, actresses and literal princesses when he lived on Asgard. Why would he ever want me when he could have them?"

You put one hand over your face as you lose the battle to hold back your tears. "I'm such an idiot," you say more to yourself than your friends. "I let myself fall in love with my best friend even though I know he will never love me back," you grip the pillow tighter to your body and keep your eyes closed behind your other hand.

You feel a hand gently settle on your knee, squeezing lightly to comfort you. You appreciate the gesture until you realize you no longer feel Nat and Wanda sitting on either side of you. You sniffle and wipe your eyes, your heart beginning to race as you recognize your favorite smell, Loki's cologne.

"Y/N," Loki says almost in a whisper. He looks up at you as he kneels on the carpet in front of you.

"No," you say in disbelief as you stand up, tossing aside the pillow.

"Wait-" he says but you ignore him, desperately avoiding his gaze.

"No, no, no," you repeat as you realize Loki heard you say you loved him. If he heard that, what else had he heard? Before he can say anything else you grab your phone off the coffee table and leave the common area as quickly as possible.

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Strictly Confidential - CEO!Bucky Barnes AU

Publicist managing Barnes CO. by day, Camgirl by night, no way the two worlds could get mixed, right?

Mini Series Word Count:28,577

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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Warnings: fluff, smut 18+

A/n: Last Chapter here we go! I hope you all enjoy this last little bit and i can’t thank you all enough for those who read through this work, commented, liked, and reblogged, THANK YOU! What would you all like to see from me next? Another mini-series, one-shots, drabbles?? Happy Friday!

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Bucky glanced down at the watch that sat on his wrist, “you alright there Barnes, you’ve been glancing down at that Rolex of yours for the past hour, waiting to be rid of me?”

He rolled his eyes at Tony, “nothing like that Stark, you’re always a pleasure to be around, just ready to get home is all, all these talks of numbers and merging is just a little overwhelming, and I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“ah the cherry on it all, hey man I get it,” Tony replies, “I’ve already told you I can take Rogers and y/n off your hands, help lighten the load.” he grins.

“Tony I don’t know why you continue to ask, the answer will always be no.” he chuckles, “Steve and y/n are just fine working for me, unless they would like to move up further and think they can find that with you than by all means I’ll let them go freely.”

Tony’s eyes drift over to Steve, “what do you say Rogers, I can’t exactly offer you a higher position than the one Barnes has given you, but I can give you a hefty raise.”

Steve shakes his head with a laugh, “m’fine where I am now Tony, thank you for the offer though.”

Tony snaps his fingers, “damn,” he breaths, air whistling past his lips, he looks to Bucky, “I don’t know what you’re doing Barnes, but keep doing it, you’re doing an exceptional job.”

Bucky laughs softly nodding his head, “well I have somewhat high expectations to live up to know thanks to y-”

“gentleman.”

Bucky turns his head at the sound of your voice coming down the hall, a smile kissing your lips as you glide towards them, laptop bag in hand ready to call it a night. You stop a foot short of him, “y/n,” tony speaks up hand shooting out to greet her, “it’s a pleasure to see you this evening, so sorry I didn’t have more time to visit with you earlier when I arrived, but we had numbers to talk,” your quick to wave him off telling him not to worry, “ hey, I caught the article that you wrote for Rogers and the company, and wow what a way with words.”

Bucky watched a grin split your lips, eyes crinkling in delight at the compliment, “I was also surprised when I came across the one you wrote for Mr. Barnes here” a whistle leaves Tony’s lips and Bucky has to restrain rolling his eyes. “Now that one was amazing, tried to sweep you out from under Barnes feet just now, but he said you were fine here, are you?”

Your eyes flit over to him for a second before they’re sliding back over to Tony’s, “I’m fine just where I am, Mr. Barnes isn’t as bad as you make him out to be Mr. Stark, I think even you could learn a thing or two from him.”

Steve chokes out a cough, Stark just stares rather taken back with your statement, your turning to Bucky, “I’ll see you and Mr. Rogers on Monday sir, have a great weekend” your glancing back at the still starstruck Tony, “Mr. Stark, it was a pleasure to see you.”

You give them a final wave before your moving towards the elevator, the elevator Stark should have been on fifteen minutes ago. “wait y/n, I’ll go with you,” Stark speaks up finally finding his voice. You turn your head, fingers clicking the button, “well gentleman it was a pleasure to get with you all this month and go over numbers again right now with the way things are looking I’d really like to sit with you both one more time and talk about a merge -”

“Mr. Stark,” you call out, the elevator doors sliding open, “the elevator.”

“shoot,” he grunts, “I’ll send you an email,” he shouts over his shoulder as he jogs down the hallway, your heels stopping the doors from closing. Bucky watches on in amusement as Tony gets in with you, “so where we headed,” he hears Tony call out, and your eyes meet his in that moment.

“I don’t know where you plan on going Mr. Stark, but I plan on going down tonight.”

Bucky raises a brow at your words, a wink thrown at him just before the doors fall shut.

“So you and y/n,” Steve teases as they catch the next lift, Bucky looks at his best friend, Steve wiggles his brows.

“don’t start punk, not in the mood tonight.”

Steve barks out a laugh, “oh but I’m sure you will be once you get home.”

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Strictly Confidential - Part 6

Warnings: angst CLIFFHANGER pls don’t hate me!

A/n: Part 6! So there will be 8 chapters total, because i learned a thing or two from one of my one shots that forgiveness should not come as easy, and worry not it won’t! I hope you enjoy this one, thank you all for reading!

Part 5 / Series Masterlist

Bucky didn’t sleep the night before, and it shows when he enters the office doors, the exhaustion laced on his features. He drags himself over to the elevator, tired fingers prodding the elevator to descend and take him up to his floor. Silver doors split open and he’s stumbling in, back finding the wall as watches through lidded eyes as they shut, his mind wandering to last night’s events. He had tried all night since you left him on the sidewalk to get in contact with you, begging you to hear him out, to give him two minutes, hell he would take one if you would just let him explain.

He knew he didn’t deserve your forgiveness, and by no means was he expecting you to, but all he wanted was your time to let him explain. You wouldn’t hear of it though, not over the phone, through text, or through email. He had tried every means of connecting with you the second you had walked away from him last night, and while his attempts had been answered, they hadn’t been answered in the way he had hoped. He was in no way above begging, but he wouldn’t push you away further than he already had, further than Dot had. Dot, his blood boiled at the thought of her.

The elevator pinged signaling his arrival to the top floor. He watches the doors slide open, a creak to them as stretch out revealing an angered Steve. Shit.

He puts on a brave face as he steps out of the elevator, “no coffee today Rogers, your slacking pal.” He tsks walking past him, he knows what’s going to come but he’d like to be in his office when he gets his ass handed to him.

“Fuck you,” Steve grunts.

“Who shat in your coffee Rogers,” Bucky grumbled and he knew he was only going to make matters worse but he didn’t need the whole office knowing his business, he just needed to get Steve to his office.

“You have some nerve Bucky,” he hissed trailing in behind him, the office door slamming behind them. “Why did y/n come to me this morning asking to be moved into my office to finish your article, what the hell did you say to her, and don’t even try and tell me you had no part in this, she was in tears by the time she finished asking me.”

“Would you sit down punk, I don’t want you scruffing the carpet.”

“Fuck you and your carpet Buck, now what the hell did you say to her, I’m tired of cleaning up after your messes, whatever the hell you did to her is-”

“Either sit the hell down or get out,” Bucky growled, “I’m tired of people not letting me explain, I’m tired of not getting a damn chance to for once speak up, now sit down.”

Steve halts in his stride surprised at his friends outburst, his glare still remains as he sits, “what the hell did you do Buck.”

Bucky slumps in his seat hands rubbing at his jaw, “I don’t even know where to start, how the hell do I even explain myself.”

Steve’s expression softens seeing his friend struggling, “how about you start from the beginning, Buck I’m not going to judge you, you know me, I’ll only be here to help.”

Bucky sighed, “I know punk, I just don’t think there’s any helping this, but fuck okay,” he huffs.

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Strictly Confidential - Part 5

Warnings:fluff, angst (so it begins)!

A/n: Part 5, oh man i don’t know how i’m feeling, I’ve been in such a funk about my work lately anywayyy. So in this chapter there has been a time skip from last one and as always everything is specified as best as i can get it, i hope you’ll enjoy this chapter and depending on how i can draft the next two chapters there may be an 8th chapter added to this series. Happy readings!

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You permeate his every thought; each time he’s rehearsed in his mind how to break the news to you, he imagines your reaction, and his response, and each time the reality of the situation strikes him and he holds his tongue. He wants to tell you, needs to be honest with you, but then you’re smiling at him over your shoulder from where you sit by his desk clacking away at that damn article about him and he feels this rush of warmth take over him, a spark of hope for whatever this is brewing between the two of you.

Normal thoughts barely formed in his mind before they were replaced with the thoughts of what could be if only he was brave enough to tell you. The thing was Bucky knew what your reaction would be, knew you would absolutely hate him for what he had done, the secret he had kept, continues to keep, and he didn’t think he could bare to have you completely out of his life, he had already lost ‘vixen’ he didn’t want to think about losing you.

It surprises him how quickly you had opened up to him after that night in the bar, and he doesn’t know if its him or you that makes this thing between you the easiest. There’s a part of him that catches himself thinking if this part of you is the one he witnessed so many times with Vixen, there’s this flirty nature to you that wasn’t there before, or at least he hadn’t seen sight of it like he has now.

It had been a month of working with you, a month of flirty banter, perverse phrases, and the occasional late night. Though you two hadn’t been close before the night at the bar, that same night had shifted something between the two of you.

“I give up,” you groan head falling to the desk, it was another one of those late nights for the two of you, Bucky needing to work late into the nights recently to watch his numbers with Stark announcing that paying a visit to his office was in the works. He looks over to you with heavy, tired eyes, he rubs at them before focusing on your distressed form once again, “what’s going on now, that’s like what the fifth time your groaning and moaning?”

You peer up at him from where your head rests against the cool oak, “you shut your mouth Barnes, this is your fault you know,” you mutter picking up your head opting to fall back into your chair, swirling your body to his, “I don’t understand what is so appealing about your personal life, specifically about your history with various women, like why do women want to know what it would be like to go on a date with you, what does that have anything to do with your business, your employees, do they not realize what my job as a publicist for your company is?” you questioned exasperated.

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Strictly Confidential - Part 4

Warnings: The first part is very 18+, Bucky being a flirt, that’s a warning y’all i don’t make the rules.

A/N:Y’all i’m sorry this is so late, but i didn’t realize how hard trying to write smut while i was also doing online workshops for work would be LOL, add having to keep a clean home, work my masters, and keep myself in shape, i feel so bad its as late as it is. This has also been edited, re-written and erased so many times, but i guess with everything going on i just got caught up, i hope this is a great chapter for you all, any and all feedback is appreciated as i’m so iffy with this chapter! Things are going to start getting messy and angsty in the next two chapters! Thank you all so much for reading!

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Bucky’s looking at the loading black screen, wallet at the ready, his breath hitches when you come onto the screen, you’re spread out for him, your favorite silk robe molding itself against your naked body. His fingers itched to tug at the neat little bow that held your silk robe together, hands craved to trace every curve of your delectable body, to suck a bruise into your exposed collarbone, to have you writhing beneath him.

Bucky’s tongue licks over his bottom lip, hand pressing down on the straining erection in his briefs, he toggles with the mic feature, wanting to have both his hands-free tonight.

“wasn’t expecting you to send another private invite sweetheart, I’m quite flattered.”

He watches your brows shoot up in surprise, lips slightly parting, you were usually the only one ever doing the talking.

“cat got your tongue?”

Your composing yourself fairly quickly, “just surprised that my favorite client has a voice, though I’m sure it’s not your actual voice that I’m hearing and what a shame that it.”

“you’re not missing out sweetheart, nothing special about this voice.”

He sees when you shift fully into Vixen, and there’s a part of him that knows this isn’t right he should leave this chat, look away before you can fully undress, you’re his publicist, YOU work for HIM, he shouldn’t be seeing you like this what if you found out, what if anyone found out, but he can’t look away, before he knew you were you, he only knew you as vixen, and he had been taken by you for so long.

“well that should be my decision, besides I’m sure if you were here I’d be putty in your hands sir.”

“Fuck,” he groaned head knocking against his headboard, she knew just what to say to reel him in. Well he was already here, one more private chat with Vixen wouldn’t hurt, and then he would stop, this would be the last time.

“Would you baby, what else would you do if I were there?”

Your robe falls off your shoulder slightly as you adjust yourself on the silk sheet, “it’s not what I would do if you were here, it what you would do to me if you were here.”

Bucky raises a brow, dick twitching at your words, “and what would I do if I were there baby, you going to show daddy what he would do to his best girl?”

Bucky watches entranced as you disrobe, the silk falling from your shoulders exposing you to him, he sucks in a breath when he watches you suck two fingers into your mouth coating the digits slick with saliva.

“Fuck sweetheart look at you, bet your mouth would feel real nice wrapped around my cock,”

A low moan falls from your lips, releasing your fingers with a wet ‘pop’, “I’d be real good on my knees for you daddy, look real pretty for you,” you murmur, dragging the spit slick fingers down your chest, and fuck does he know how good you look on your knees if this morning had been enough for him. A shaky breath leaves his lips as he watches you circle the bud of your nipple, drawing a soft gasp from yourself, “I’ve never wanted a cock as bad as I want yours, I’d get really sloppy with you, would you like that daddy, like me to get your cock all nice and wet.”

“Shit princess, you know daddy would love that, but you know what daddy would love more?”

A hum leaves your lips as you trail the two fingers further down your naked body, “I would love to be those fingers baby, can you picture it for me, picture my tongue grazing over your nipple, my teeth nipping down your skin, sucking, marking all over the expanse of your gorgeous body.”

“Fuck,” you moan fingers splitting your folds, “god I want you to mark me up, make me yours.”

“you’d like that princess, like for me to mark you all over,”

You let out an obscene moan as you work your index finger over your clit, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you look into the camera, “yes please, you have to idea how bad I want you here in front of me, I want you to feel the things you do to me.” and Bucky has an idea if the wetness collecting on your fingers is an indication of what he does to you.

Bucky can’t take the ache any longer as he pulls himself from the confines of his briefs, giving his cock a squeeze before speaking up once more, “those noises sweetheart, all just for me, look at how desperate you are for me, I could cum from those noises spilling from those pretty little lips of yours alone, would you like that baby, like for me to cum all over you.”

Your teeth release your bottom lip, mouth parting as a breathy moan pours out of your parted lip, Bucky is entranced as he fucks himself into his hand, eyes wide as he watches your fingers dip further into your slick entrance.

“talk me through it,” you moan, “please talk me through it.”

It takes Bucky by surprise because you sound absolutely wrecked, and he can see that you’re needy, achy even from where your fingers are just not enough.

“I’d take you from behind princess, get you bent over for me real nice, I’d need you to arch that back for me, would you do that for me baby,”

A moan spills from your throat, and he sees your fingers speed up, Buck chuckles low in his throat, “needy little thing aren’t you sweetheart, need to be filled up with cock.”

“only yours,” you moan, “only want yours.”

“that’s right sweetheart, all mine,” Bucky grunts low in his throat, tongue flicking over his bottom lip as he quickens his thrust into his hand.

“I’d curl my fingers into your hair, tug until your just on your knees for me, get that angle that has me fucking deeper into you, making you beg for more.”

“oh god,” you moan thighs beginning to shake from where you fuck yourself on your fingers, “want it, want it so bad.”

Bucky was close to release, “gonna take my cum princess, gonna let daddy fill you up?”

His words are enough to throw you over, eyes falling shut, body trembling as your orgasm takes you over, your fingers still moving as you ride it out, your eyes slip open looking right into the camera, “cum for me daddy,” you moan, “fill me up.”

Bucky’s movements grew frantic, his eyes trained on yours behind the screen of his computer. He comes with a loud grunt, head thrown back as white streams of cum coat his hand.

“goddamn it sweetheart.” he grunts still coming off the high.

A breathy laugh falls from your lips, “I really hope you don’t mind that I sent you a private request, it’s just hard to focus on anyone else, when my mind tends to drift to you, there’s no one quite like you.”

Bucky swallows the lump in his throat, “tellin you sweetheart there’s nothing special about me, trust me you aren’t missing anything.”

You laugh lightly throwing your robe back on, this is where you should be requesting the payment from Bucky, and the screen should be fading back to black, but it’s not and Bucky can’t help the shaky feeling that comes to him.

“well that should be for me to decide, you know being your best girl and all.”

“you’ll always be my best girl, there’s no one quite like you either sweetheart,” except for you.

There’s a silence that falls over the two of you before you or rather vixen is biding him a goodnight, he only realizes you haven’t sent him a charge when your screen goes black. His jaw falls slack immediately pulling up your chat box, only to find a message already waiting for him;

“tonight was on me, for my favorite client💖”

That night when Bucky should be fast asleep he finds himself still awake buried beneath his comforter, his mind on you. A deep sigh leaves his lips, the guilt consumes him, he couldn’t do this anymore, it all felt so wrong to be seeing you in your most intimate ways when you had no idea it was happening, sure it wasn’t you per say it was Vixen, but still it didn’t make what he was doing, what he knew he was doing any better, you were his partner. He knew it would be hard to just stop this altogether, but he owed that to you, to y/n. Vixen had become this part of his life, this secret fantasy that he doesn’t think he could ever forget, but maybe this would be how you helped him, helped his image.

Bucky slumped against the pillows further, your profile staring back at him from where his screen was still on, he was just one of the many that lusted over you, his absence wouldn’t affect you, and it surely wouldn’t affect your business. Reaching over for the surface pro, he toggles around on the website before agreeing to disable his profile, one click and he was taken to the main web-page, the offer to sign up popping up in bright yellow words, he clicked the sleep button with a sigh, placing the pro face down, his room consumed in darkness.

It was a new start, you were already changing his life and you had no idea.

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Strictly Confidential - Part 3

Warnings: easily flustered Bucky Barnes because that is a warning!

A/n: sorry for the delay, I’ll be updating the dates of release on this masterlist! Left it on a bit of hanger because i need to get you all roped in further as we take off! I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter i love writing a flustered Bucky! As always thank you for reading!

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There was something about mornings that Bucky dreaded, but there was something about this particular morning that just took the cake.

Since he woke up this morning, two hours late to be exact, everything was slowly going to shit. From the accident on the streets causing him to arrive an hour later to the office then planned, to the mix up on his coffee order, to the only elevator in the office out of order, he didn’t think it could get any worse, there was just no way.

He should have known better than to think otherwise because finding you bent over his desk, your skirt tight around your backside nearly sent him into cardiac arrest, of course it was your first day working for him how could he have forgotten. Seeing you bent over his desk had him growing hard in his slacks his hand cupping the warm Styrofoam cup a little too tightly sending the lid popping off and hot liquid pouring over his hands, a loud, “son of a bitch,” spilling from his lips.

A gasp left your lips as you looked over your shoulder just in time to see him drop the coffee to the floor with a hiss, “Mr. Barnes, oh my goodness,” you voiced making your way over to him, “here let me help,” you murmured grabbing the files from his other hand. He watched you move around his office, placing his files neatly on his desk before you were moving back over to him to pick up the lid and coffee cup discarding them in the can by his door.

“I’ll be right back,” you murmured exiting his office door, Bucky watched the door you had glided out of in a daze, he hadn’t even been in his office for a full minute and he was already captivated by you.

Your rushing back in a minute later when he’s finally managed to snap himself out of the very trance that you have put him in. “Here,” you voiced moving over to him grabbing a hold of his hand as you placed a cool towel on the heated red skin, “you really ought to be more careful Mr. Barnes, if you need me to fetch your coffee in the mornings before I come in, I have no problem doing so.”

“Nonsense y/n, that’s not - Jesus christ,” he grunted watching you drop to your knees swiftly to tend at the coffee spill on the floor giving him a perfect view down the top of your blouse.

Your eyes shoot up, brow raised, “Everything alright sir, was the towel not cool enough, I can see if I can get you some antiseptic, Steve said I could fetch him if I needed anything,”

“Sir?” you questioned slowly when he didn’t answer at first, Bucky blinked at you owlishly before shaking his head, rubbing at his eyes, “Mr. Barnes are you sure you’re okay, I can go get Steve, really it won’t be an issue.

“no, no,” he muttered shaking his head, “it’s just been a long morning, nothings quite going as expected,” he sighed rubbing a hand over his eyes.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” you questioned.

His eyes are snapping open at the sound of your voice, and god he wished he wouldn’t have chosen that exact moment to look at you because he’s a breath away from falling to his knees himself, licking his way into your mouth and fucking you senseless on the floor.

“Uhm actually yes, do you think you could fetch Steve for me?”

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Warnings: Bucky Barnes being not so smooth ( is that a warning), 18+ extra steamy flashback and an equally steamy ending, you’re welcome.

A/N:if you all get confused with the first steamy scene and how Bucky is referring to the reader as vixen or she or her, this is only due to him not knowing it was you hence why the last scene i am using you, does that make sense? Sorry for the delay y’all, I honestly was not expecting writing this type of smut to be this hard, but it is lol! I hope you enjoy this steamy little chapter, the fun is really going to start next chapter! As always tag-lists are open, and thank you so much for reading!

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Your striding over till your in front of his desk – a desk he’d very much like to bend you over. Your hand stretches, a bright smile pulling at your lips, “y/f/n, y/l/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”

Oh fucking hell.

Bucky has to adjust himself in his chair, his slacks suddenly constricting.

“Pleasures all mine,” no really it was, “ please take a seat,” on my lap.

God get it together Barnes!

“So y/n, why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, who you worked for, what you do on the side.”

“On the side sir?” You questioned.

Bucky blinked owlishly, could she please stop calling him sir it was doing things to him, that shouldn’t be happening during work hours.

“Sir?”

Bucky cleared his throat adjusting himself in his seat and slacks as well, “Steve you think you could switch on the fan for me before you head out? Bucky questions voice coming out strained.

Steve offers him a smile, “sure thing, uh y/n whenever your done here with Mr. Barnes I’ll be right outside to see you out.”

Your turning in your chair slightly, your skirt going up with it giving Bucky a splendid view of those wonderous thighs of yours, if only they were spread for him like they had been last night. “Thank you, Steve,” your voice sings to him pulling him from the dirtier parts of his mind.

“get your head out of the gutter,” he murmurs to himself under his breath.

“excuse me?” you questioned brows furrowed in confusion.

His eyes widen, “no. No, not you,” he chuckles awkwardly just talking to myself. Smooth Barnes, smooth.

“So,” he clears his throat, “where were we?”

“You asked what I do on the side, and I was curious to what you meant by that question,”

“uh what I meant was do you do anything on the side other than being a publicist to someone in person, do you write on a blog, post photos, make videos?”

“Oh,” and there’s a blush flushing your cheeks at the last question, “well yes, when I’m not with my client in person I usually make content online, mainly videos.”

Oh I know.

Your brows furrow in confusion, “you know,” you questioned, “did Steve show you my work?”

Oh you’ve done it now Barnes, “Uh yes actually, you see, Steve has been trying his hardest to get me a publicist, and well I personally think I don’t need one, and in order to really show me you are the one,” which you are he thought, “he decided to present me some of your work.”

A smile took over your face, “that’s great did you have any favorites?”

Yeah, the one where your legs are spread wide for him, pussy dripping on the sheets below you, breathy moans of his name spilling from your lips, those are by far his favorites.

“I can’t think of one off the top of my head, and I apologize immensely for that I had a rather long night last night.”

You’re offering him a small smile, “that’s no worries had quite the night myself, one of my favorite clients had me up late.” you chuckled softly, the sound going straight to his heart.

Oh you little minx.

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Strictly Confidential - Part 1

Warnings: 18+ Steamy Wet Dream in the first scene (it’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever felt I have written lol)

Series Summary: New publicist managing Barnes CO. by day, Camgirl by night, no way the two worlds could get mixed, right?

Author’s Note: New mini-series! Super excited to kick this one off. There will be fluff, mutual pinning slow burn (squint ya eyes), and of course ANGST! As per all my series there will be a tag-list available, so if you enjoy this part and would like to be notified when newer chapters post you can send me an ask, message, or comment and i’ll have you added. Thank you for reading! Any and all writing mistakes are my own, i can only do so much editing with two tiny ghouls around me.

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Bucky reinforced his tight grip on Vixens writhing hips, tongue trailing up the inside of her spread thighs. Her chest heaving beneath the fingers that trailed along her exposed breasts. Vixen squirmed beneath his hold, breathy pleas falling from her lips as her hips rolled, searching for the delicious pleasure, only he could bring her.

Bucky smacked at her hip, vixen’s frantic movement faltering, “quit moving or I stop all together, you wouldn’t want me to stop now, would you?”

A whine falls from her throat, her hips falling back to the sheets below her, head pressing into the silk pillow as she waits with baited breath, “that’s my good girl,” he murmurs trailing his hand down the side of your hip, fingers catching on your lace thong. He trailed his way down the lace, index finger pressing the lace into her slick folds, a low whine spilling from her lips, “please,” she begged hips lifting on their own accord.

“Please what princess?” He murmurs fingers running up and down her wet slicked panties, “fuck me, I need you to fuck me, please.”

A groan fell from Bucky’s lips as he moved up her body, his beautiful, beautiful girl, his vixen, always so fucking responsive for him.

He licks a trail up vixen’s stomach, body quivering beneath his tongue. He stops at her breast, tongue swirling over each one of her nipples, teeth tugging at the taut skin. A hiss falls from her lips, a moan accompanying the sound, her back arches off the bed pressing her breast further into his face.

“God doll, I could never get enough of you,” he murmurs his lips continuing their way up her skin, he settles on marking up her neck while his fingers hook on the inside of her panties, juices coating his finger as he pulls the material to the side, his cock pressing against her folds.

“Please,” she moans, “please give it to me,” she murmurs body arching, lips finding his in the low lamp light of his room. Vixens teeth are tugging at his lower lip pulling, a hiss falling from his lips, his hips rolling forward cock pushing into her as he buries himself inside of her warm heat. A low groan falls from her lips, head falling back exposing her neck to him, “always so tight angel, fit like a glove,” he hisses head burying itself in vixen’s neck, tongue dragging over her sweat slicked skin, hips rolling at the sensation.

He’s pulling back only to hammer back into her, the thrust driving you up the sheets, a squeal of pleasure leaves her lips, her legs hooking around his waist to get him closer, “you were made for me, made to take me,” he grunts teeth nipping at vixens ear, “and fuck do you take me well,” he growled cock pounding into her.

He fucks into vixen hard and fast, hips setting a bruising pace, his lips find hers, mouth drinking in her throaty moans. A gasp falls from vixen’s lips, as she pulls away the need for air becoming too much, “Fuck, just like that,” she moaned low in her throat, “please, don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” she whined back arching off the bed as her orgasm consumed her.

A growl tore from Bucky’s lips, “that’s right baby, cum for daddy, cum all over daddy’s cock,”

A cry, tore from vixens lips, her hands finding there way to the back of his head, fingers curling around his wavy locks bringing his lips crashing to hers. He licked his way into her mouth, tongue tangling with hers, “cum for daddy” she moaned, fingers tugging on his hair. Bucky moaned hips moving quicker, thrusts faltering as he chased after his own release.

“come on daddy, let me feel it, cum for me,” she moaned, licking a strip up his neck, her tongue on his skin was all it took to have him losing himself.

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