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marry for power - au

pairing: king!bucky barnes x servant!reader

summary: the reader is a servant that grew up with prince bucky, they’re both in love with each other. what happens when those emotions boil over?

a/n: thank you again @awsome262338 for requesting this!! i had so much fun writing this, i hope it lives up to your standards!

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

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Growing up, he was always interesting. You were from two different sides of the same coin. Both servants to the same cause, just one of you had a higher status. Your mother raised both of you, taking Bucky in as her own because his parents' focus was elsewhere.

Eventually, Bucky grew up, you did too, but his eighteenth birthday was far more important than yours. The Great Hall was adorned with strips of red and black fabric, gold and silver filigree accented different parts of the room. Candles were hung above the dance floor, making them sparkle like the night sky against the dark blue ceiling.

The night before the party, long after the kingdom fell asleep, Bucky shook you awake. The candle beside your bed illuminating quickly as his finger was pressed to your lips, silencing your questions. He gripped your hand, pulling you from your bed in your night clothes, much to your dismay.

“Buck! Where are we going?” He rushed you through the vast hallways of the castle, leading you the back way to the Great Hall. Never saying a word, Bucky pulled you to the center of the dance floor.

“I wanted you to experience it like the royal you are.” You sucked in a breath at his words, even as the Crown Prince he was committing treason. You gaze cast to your feet, unable to withstand his stare any longer. Two fingers lifted your chin, bringing your eyes back to his.

“You turn eighteen tomorrow. Have you thought of betrothal?” Bucky let out a sigh at your question. Marriage is all he thought of.

“I do not wish to be betrothed immediately.” His fingers trailed down your arm, threading his fingers through yours. Pulling your body to his with his opposite arm wrapped around your waist, he basked in the feeling.

“I do not wish for things to change.” You peered up at him through your lashes, not wanting things to change either. After twisting your head around to search for any intruders, you leaned forward. Resting your head on his chest, ear pressed to the flesh above his heart, listening to the steady rhythm.

In moments like this, you could pretend. Pretend that you would be able to be with Bucky. Pretend that you were worthy of his love. Pretend that he could love you back without the backlash of the kingdom. Although that could never happen.

So you settled.

For these little moments.

Under the candlelight with the man of your dreams. Love was something your mother spoke sparingly about. Her own husband, your father, left her when she fell pregnant with you, leaving her to brave the world on her own. You never questioned the lack of a father figure in your life, Bucky’s father becoming quite influential on your life.

You remember being young, hiding behind your mother’s skirts as she introduced you to King George. He knelt before you, offering you his hand to shake. He was a kind man, who had created a kind kingdom. Unfortunately, kind men are not long for this world.

His death rocked Bucky. Many nights Bucky spent in your bed, nightmares plaguing his dreams. He was unprepared to take on the role of King, ultimately allowing his mother to be his proxy until he was of age. Now that day was upon you.

“How do you feel about tomorrow, Your Highness?” Bucky’s face scrunched, disliking the term in your voice.

“Confident. I finally feel like I’m ready to take on the responsibility.” You smiled into his chest, proud of the man he’s become. “How do you feel about tomorrow?” His brow raised, waiting for you to answer.

“Proud. I’m proud of you.” You know he didn’t need to hear it from you, but it was how you felt. You weren’t about to tell him that you were terrified, terrified that he was going to forget you once he took on his kingly duties.

He danced with you a bit longer, spinning your body around his, pulling laughter from your lips. Bucky always loved hearing you laugh, always loved being the reason that you were laughing. He wanted to be the only one to make you laugh.

“Are you nervous at all?” The question weighed heavily in the air, not receiving an answer for quite some time. Bucky’s chin tilted down, observing your head on his chest, resting above the heart that beats for you only.

“At times, but I know that I have people to turn to when I need help.” His hand squeezed your waist causing you to lock eyes with him. He watched as your lips parted, quick breaths escaping the gap created there.

Bucky wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips. Would you squeal in shock? Would you return the motions immediately, or would you be too taken aback to do anything? Would you reject his love completely? Would you accept him for all that he is and will become?

God, he hoped so.

Unconsciously, he began leaning forward, preparing to press his lips to yours. Ready to consume you and everything you would give to him. The world around the both of you fell away. The candles floating above you, dimming as you focused on the man in front of you. The sparkle of the silver and gold steadily scattered as Bucky decreased the distance between the two of you.

“Buck.”

The room stilled. Emotions fluttering about, your stomach doing somersaults. Your eyes widened at the compromising position you were in with the Crown Prince. Bucky didn’t waver though, his grip on your waist only tightening, pulling you closer to his body.

“Steve?” He held you to his front, the pajamas you wore being a bit too sheer for him to be comfortable Steve catching an eyeful of.

“There’s news from the border.” The comment seemed to snap Bucky out of his trance, bringing reality crashing down around him. His eyes searched yours, waiting for permission that it was okay to leave you. An almost imperceptible nod let Bucky know.

“What is it?” He turned, placing your body behind his, one arm still holding you to him.

“Rumlow.” You watched as Bucky’s jaw twitched, his fingers tightening on your waist, almost enough to leave bruises. “Apparently, he got an invite.”

“Okay, I’ll deal with it tomorrow. You’re dismissed.” Steve left the room, leaving you and Bucky with a tense air. You grabbed his hand, offering the little bit of comfort you could. “Stay away from Brock Rumlow tomorrow.” You were startled, Bucky had never explicitly told you to avoid people before.

“Is there a reason?” A shiver ran down your spine at the possibilities, not liking any of the ones that ran through your mind immediately.

“Not particularly, I just don’t trust him.” Bucky cast a glance over your head, squeezing your hand once. He led you back to your room, pushing open the door and ushering you inside.

You were one of the luckier servants, a favorite of the royal family, meaning you got your own quarters. A small room, one table with a single candle on the top. Your bed was big enough for one person, though Bucky often made it fit two. When you were younger, it was common for the pair of you to fall asleep in the same bed. Now though, the action was frowned upon, so when Bucky wanted to be near you he had to sneak around his own kingdom.

The fireplace was unlit, making the room quite chilly. You crossed your arms over your chest, but not before Bucky caught a glimpse of your hardened peaks underneath the thin fabric. Shaking the image from his head, he made a note to provide the servants with warmer clothes. He stepped toward you, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Sei il mio capolavoro.” You pulled back from him, eyes wide in wonder. He knew you liked it when he spoke in foriegn languages. Your limited knowledge of other lands expanded every time he did so.

“What’s that mean?” Bucky shook his head, pulling a face again. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, an action your mother had passed on to the both of you.

“Nothing important.” Another peck landed before he pulled away, squeezing your hand as he did. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” my masterpiece, he finished the sentiment in his head.

“See you tomorrow, Your Highness.”

“Ugh, no. I don’t like it.” He teased, making you giggle loudly. He pressed a finger to his lips as he slipped out of the room. Sleep came easily, bearing images of your ideal future, the fictional one, the one where you could end up with Bucky.

The next day though started out with a bang. You rose to the Queen’s room, being her personal servant for the past couple of years. You greeted the guards on shift outside her room, a precaution that Bucky put into place after his Father died. Knocking twice, you waited to be summoned inside.

“Y/N!” Her words were soft and warm, much like your mother’s were. “How are we to get through the day, girl?” You smiled at her, the daily affirmation she implemented years ago.

“With dignity and grace, Your Highness.” You bowed slightly as you spoke, pulling the fabric of your skirt out the sides in a curtsey.

“Oh pish posh, quit with the formalities, dear one.” You smiled at her, walking over to brush out her hair. “Well,” she peered at you curiously through the mirror before her. “Did he show you?” You smile at the thought of last night. Bucky looked so regal in that lighting, although perhaps it wasn’t as hard for the Crown Prince.

“If you’re talking about the Great Hall, then yes. He showed me last night.”

Winnifred turned in her chair, yanking the brush from your hands. “Tell me everything.”

You always thought it curious that his mother was supportive of your crush on Bucky. Shouldn’t she want him to be with another royal? Form an alliance with another country? She tugged your skirt toward the chair beside her, waiting for you to accept that, in this right, you were her equal.

“Okay, okay.” You giggled as you sat, leaning forward on your thighs, your weight on your forearms. “He brought me late at night, showed me and we danced. Not much happened.”

“Poppycock!” Your jaw dropped at her vulgarity. “Tell me the dirty details!”

“He’s your son!”

“I’m an old woman. Let me live vicariously through you.” You huffed, taking the brush from her grasp to start pulling her hair back.

“Old woman! As if you don’t have more fun in these halls than all of us combined.” She laughed at that, still staring intently at you through the mirror.

“Are you going to spill the beans or not? Should I ask James about last night? I’m sure he’s more than willing to tell his dear mother everything.”

You groaned, “My Lord, fine woman!” Your hands dropped, settling back into the seat beside her. “There was almost a kiss.”

She squealed next to you, her hands coming up to her mouth right afterward. “Excuse me, continue.”

“At least, I think it was a kiss. I don’t know, I've never been kissed before!”

“Why was it an ’almost kiss?’ Your mouth drew into a tight line.

“Well, Steve came in talking about trouble at the border. Some man named Rumlow?” Her face morphed, seriousness overtaking her features.

She gripped your hands that rested in your lap. “You stay away from that man. I don’t know how he got invited, but I don’t trust him.”

Your head tilted to the left, “Buck said the same thing last night. Did he do something to make the both of you not trust him?”

“He just doesn’t sit well with the rest of the Court. Avoid him at all costs.” You nodded rapidly, trying to let the worry wash over your back.

A few hours later, you follow Winnifred to the Great Hall. The room seemed more open in the daylight, the large windows lining the walls allowing daylight to stream in. Several of your companions bustled about, warm pleasantries were exchanged.

“My Queen.” Steve stood in front of Bucky’s mother, bowing slightly in her presence. “Y/N.” It wasn’t unusual for Steve to address you in public, but it was a rare occurrence. “Bucky requests that you join him in the front courtyard to greet guests.”

“Oh!” The Queen raised her hands in joy, “Absolutely, we’ll be right out there!” She began the trek to the front of the castle, Steve walking beside her with you trailing behind.

“Your Highness? Should I go help finish the preparations in the Great Hall?” Bucky’s mother started to answer when Steve gripped her wrist.

“Actually, Buck asked for the both of you to be present.”

“Of course he did! Also, what would I do without you by my side? I’d be lost without you!” She grabbed your hand, pulling you along with her as she followed Steve. “Who are you kidding? You know you want to see James, as well.” Her words were hushed as she leaned over to you. Much like her son, the Queen wasn’t scared to show her affection for you, she had no reason to be.

The sunlight beamed down on your face, warming your cheeks. Bucky’s birthday fell just before the beginning of spring, so there was still a slight breeze that kept you from unladylike sweating, as your mother said.

Your head tilted backwards, exposing your neck to the warmth that the sunbeams were providing. During this action, you missed the way that Bucky’s eyes ran over your figure. His thoughts becoming less than virtuous by the second. His gaze ran over the bare skin, following the path of a bead of sweat down to your collarbone, calling his eyes to the rise of your breasts in your minimal corset. A sharp thud against his shoulder pulled him from his trance, Steve making a face at him as a carriage approached.

“May I present Sharon Carter-Rumlow, Daughter of Baron Rumlow, accompanied by Baron Rumlow himself.” A stocky brunet steps out of the carriage, turning to hold his hand out for his daughter. Sharon emerged, her heeled foot glistening in the sunlight.

Her dress was relatively simple, you would’ve imagined her to arrive in something flashier. She was always trying to catch Bucky’s eye, her not-so-subtle interest in the Crown Prince always on display. Although, the more of her dress was revealed, the more that you understood why she wore it.

The dress itself was an immediate ivory, a sheer overlay brandishing gold embroidery. The design framed her waist, accentuating her curves. She held her hand out for Bucky to take, curtseying slightly afterwards.

“Oh, James, darling! Happy birthday, Your Highness!” Sharon leaned forward, gripping his hand as she kissed both of his cheeks. Bucky visibly stiffened at her contact, her voice was too sickly sweet, making him want to drag you away before it reached your perfect ears.

“Thank you, Sharon.” He dipped his head slightly, recognizing royalty. “Lovely dress.”

“Oh, isn’t it? I had it specially made by the finest seamstresses in all of Paris, all for you.” Her finger bounced off the tip of his nose, Steve had to stifle a snort beside Bucky, which only drew Sharon’s attention to the man. “Steven! How wonderful to see you again!” She leaned forward again, kissing both of his cheeks. “Oh! Such dolls! The both of you!”

Brock’s hand came up to her lower back, guiding her forward. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s not hold up the soon-to-be King, I’m sure he’s very busy.” His words were insincere, but his action of taking Sharon away from the group was heaven sent.

“Oh! James! You even hand selected a handmaiden for me, how genuine of you!” She turned to you. “Just grab the bags from the carriage and bring them to my room. If I find a single scratch on any of them, you’ll be hearing from my Father.”

“Oh, uh,” You hesitated before moving, standing behind your Queen’s skirts.

“Well? Chop chop!”

Winnie stopped your reluctant movement with a wave of her arm. “Y/N is not here to assist you, Sharon.” Bucky’s voice carried from across the courtyard, causing Sharon to frown.

“Well, what is she here for then?” The words came out in a sneer, making you cower back into your skin.

“Y/N is one of my closest companions, I requested her attendance at this affair. Do you have a problem with a decision I made in my own court?” Sharon was taken aback by Bucky’s abruptness, not used to not getting her way.

“No, Your Highness.” Her voice was vindictive, facial expression to match when she faced you. Baron Rumlow led her away, staring you down as he passed you. His eyes ran over your body, making an uncomfortable chill fall over your figure. Bucky approached you, his large hands running up and down your biceps comfortingly.

“I’m sorry about her.” His lips pressed to your ear, words coming in hushed whispers. “It’s only two days and then she’s gone.” One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling your forehead to his mouth, planting a small kiss there before retreating quickly.

“Come on, Y/N. We have better things to do than sit in the hot sun all day cooking like chickens!” Winnifred called out to you from the shade of the brick awning. She led you through the halls, back to her room where she closed the door and began ranting.

“Oh! Did you see her? That little tart!” She started undoing the pins in her hair, pulling pieces out and shaking her hair loose. “Showing up here in practically a wedding dress! Who does she think she is?”

“Probably thinks that she’s Bucky’s soon-to-be betrothed.” You picked at your nails as Winnie paced the floor in front of her fireplace. She unceremoniously flopped her weight onto the chaise lounge near her desk.

“Boy, won’t she be surprised?” The words were muffled, spoken through closed fingers as Winnie cupped her chin. You walked forward, the meager skirt of your dress billowing around your movements. Winnie watched as you flitted about her room, tidying different parts of the expansive space.

She understood what her son saw in you. Winnie saw it in you as well. She watched the both of you grow up. Playing together, picking each other up when the other was down. Years ago, she would’ve never guessed the two ragamuffins that ran in through the downstairs kitchen, covered in mud, would grow into two of the most capable persons she would ever come to know.

“Winnie, what is all this?” You stood behind her desk, organizing the papers scattered across the surface. The woman glanced up, unimpressed with your discovery.

“Financial papers, different investments of the Crown. Just a few things that I had to finalize before James accepted the kingship.” She watched as your eyes widened, shuffling the papers back into a pile without focusing on any one in particular.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve left your desk alone!” Your voice was rushed, worry lacing the words.

“Oh who cares? I’m the one who declares what qualifies as treasonous. You haven’t committed any acts against the Crown.” She waved off your worries, making you shake your head. “Oh! That’s another thing!”

“What is?” You settled on the hard floor beside the edge of her chair.

“Sharon! The little seductress!” A small smile spread over your features at Winnie’s frustrations. You felt the same way about Sharon, she overstepped too many boundaries already set in place, simply because she was a royal. “Calling Bucky James as if she has the right! Ha!”

“I don’t even call him that.” Your comment flew out before you could consider if it was valid or not. The room fell quiet, the fire popping in behind you offering a soothing background noise. “Winnie?”

“Hm?”

“Was the man you and Bucky told me to stay away from with Sharon?”

“Yes.” Winnie’s hands became very interesting to her, “I am very serious about you staying away from him.”

“Are you ever going to tell me why?” Winnie sighed, pushing her hair behind her shoulder.

“There really isn’t much to tell, dear girl. We just have never been presented with a reason to trust him.”

“But he has given you cause for distrust?”

“Well of course he has.” Her voice spiked, “And then add on top of that the marriage to Sharon’s mother to achieve the status of Baron. He just, is an odd man.”

“Hm, I did get a strange energy from him when he stared at me.”

“When did he stare at you?” Winnie was put off by this new information.

“Win, you were right next to me!”

“Oh, that doesn’t mean I was paying attention.” She waved her hand again, dismissing the sentiment. “Just stay away from him, and stick by my side tonight.”

You were about to question the warning again when the door to her room burst open, the guards on shift rushing in after the intruder. You threw yourself in front of Winnie, standing in the line of fire. The tension in the room dissipated as quickly as it grew as the nuisance was identified as one Sharon Carter-Rumlow.

“Winnifred!” She held her hands out as if waiting for Winnie to hug her. She dropped them unceremoniously when Winnie made no move toward her. “Your guards said you were busy, but I don’t see anyone important here.”

Sharon’s eyes locked with your figure standing in front of the Queen. Your arm was still in front of Winnie, weary of a threat. Your knuckles popped as you formed a fist, about to snap back when Winnie’s fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Oh Sharon, although you’re clearly mistaken, I am busy. However I will make time for a wonderful guest such as you. Y/N, darling, will you go fetch James? We need to discuss some last minute details for the party.” You could tell Win was giving you an out, one you were gladly going to accept.

“Of course, my Queen.”

You curtseyed for her, excusing yourself from the room immediately afterward. The two guards trailed you out of the Queen’s private bedroom, grumbling under their breath about Sharon’s behavior.

“She argued with us for at least five minutes before she just pushed past.”

“Why didn’t you stop her?”

“She showed with Baron Rumlow, right?” You nodded curious to the response. “Yeah, I’m not laying a hand on her. I refuse to end up like the last guy.”

“What happened to the last guy?”

“Nothin’ you need to worry about, Y/N.”

“Yeah, aren’t you supposed to be off findin’ Prince Bucky?”

“Last I heard he was in King George’s office.”

“God rest his soul.” “God rest his soul.”

You left the pair, mind racing about the Baron. Your feet carried you the familiar trek up to the King’s office. A pair of closed doors stood before you, causing a falter in your step as you admired the ornate markings chiseled into the wood. It was the story of Bucky’s family. George, sitting atop the throne, Winnie beside him in her own throne.

Interlocking hands linked the two, drawing your eyes up the carving to see Bucky’s somber face. This commission was done just a few weeks before George’s death on the battlefield. Bucky and Winnie never talk about it anymore, choosing to ignore the baroque design choice George made.

Your eyes tracked down the door, four initials carved at the bottom of the door. The vivid memory of Bucky taking one of his Father’s letter openers, almost as if you could still hear the scolding you received from King George. “I don’t understand why you thought that to be a good idea, James! And you, Y/N, you’re supposed to be the good influence.”

You and Bucky made eye contact, small smiles on your faces as you could tell he wasn’t truly angry with either of you. Your arm outstretched toward the brass handle on the door, only to have the damn thing swung open toward you. Stumbling backward, you prepared yourself for the impact of the stone floor. Instead, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a smile growing on your face as you stared at...not Bucky?

“Could have been quite a serious tumble there, Miss--?”

“Y/N!” Bucky came bumbling around the corner, to witness you in the arms of Baron Brock Rumlow. He pushed past Rumlow, to help set you on your feet. “Are you alright?” His hands ran over your face and down your body, checking for bumps and bruises. Subconsciously erasing the image of Rumlow’s hands on your figure.

“Oh! So this is the famous Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you, Miss Y/N.” Brock held his hand out for you to take, your eyes flicking to Bucky’s in question. You barely dipped your hand into the Baron’s when he yanked it to his lips, laying a sloppy kiss on the back of it. You grimaced, only to quickly fix your face before he could notice.

“I can’t say the sentiment is shared, Baron Rumlow.” You pulled your hand out of his grasp, wiping it on the back of your skirts.

“We’ll get to know each other well enough in due time, Y/N.” He turned back to Bucky, nodding at the man. “Always good to catch up, James. I’ll be seeing the both of you later on tonight, I hope?”

“Mm, of course. Goodbye now, Brock.” Bucky’s hand fell to the small of your back, leading you into the safety of the King’s office. The door shut loudly, allowing Bucky the privacy to groan obnoxiously. “Ugh, Y/N. What cruel person would name their child Brock?”

“I don’t know, Bucky.” You giggled as he glared at you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Y/N?” Her finger dragged along the surface of King George’s desk. A layer of dust sticking to the pad of it, making her frown.

“Your mother sent me. Mostly to get me out of having to spend time with Sharon, but also because she wants to go over some details about tonight with you.”

“Mhm, of course.” Bucky sat back in the chair behind the desk, hand coming up to his jaw, stroking the stubble that had started appearing. He held his hand out, gesturing for you to come closer.

“What? What do you want now?” Once you were within arms reach of him, he pulled you into his lap. Your legs curled to the side, skirt falling over the both of you at the abrupt motion. His eyes ran over your face, searching for something.

“You know,” your elbow came up to rest on his shoulder as his hands drifted to hold you, one on your waist, the other on the excessive fabric covering your thighs. “Sharon’s probably the reason why the Baron received an invitation, if you didn’t send one out to him.”

“You’re probably right, though the damage is done now.” His fingers came up to brush a stray piece of hair from your face. His eyes searched your face again, lingering slightly too long on your lips.

“You should probably go rescue your mother from Sharon.” Your voice was soft, no need to shout when you were so close to him. You thought you saw him begin to lean closer. Your head reacting accordingly, hitting slightly too hard against your chest. He felt your breathing quicken, listening to the nerves rush through your system. The door swung open, Rumlow waltzing in, unannounced.

“So sorry, James, it seems I left my, oh?” His eyes landed on your position, Bucky’s hands tightening his hold on your body. “I’m sorry, was I interrupting something?” Rumlow’s tone was accusatory.

Bucky’s fingers tapped twice against your waist, helping you to your feet. He placed himself in front of you as you situated your skirts. The fabric wrinkled in some places from the way they were squished.

“No, you’re not interrupting anything, Rumlow.”

“Oh good, I would have hated to have been interrupting something with you and your Mistress.” Your jaw fell at his words, is that what it looked like you were to Bucky? His Mistress? Something to pass the time until he’s married? Oh, no.

“You can meet your mother in the Great Hall whenever you’re ready, Your Highness.” The formality slipped past your lips, sounding like the world’s harshest insult to Bucky’s ears. He watched, helplessly, as you forced your way past the two men, head bowed in shame. Bucky’s fury settled on the man before him. His closed fists rest on his Father’s desk, jaw twitching with emotion.

“Is there something I can help you with, Rumlow?” He rounded the table as the Baron began explaining something wildly unimportant to Bucky. All Bucky could think of was the way you said your highness with your head down. He stood in front of Rumlow, towering over the man by a few, good inches.

A quick jab to Rumlow’s lapel brought Bucky great satisfaction. He yanked the shorter man back to his body by the fabric of his shirt. “If you ever, and I mean ever, insinuate something like that about my Y/N again, I will personally be the only to remove your head from your body.” He released the man, his feet landing on the ground harshly. Rumlow’s expression was unimpressed, both hands coming up to swipe away the imaginary dirt Bucky left behind on his shirt.

“I didn’t realize whores were able to command such power here.” Bucky started to advance, when Rumlow held up a finger. “Bup, bup, bup, wouldn’t want to harm one of your more esteemed guests, now would you, King James?”

Brock backed away with raised hands, a mock surrender. He left the King’s office, Bucky following his movement down the hall. What a dick.

All the way across the castle, you stood behind the Queen, mind racing as she chatted politely with incoming guests.

“Y/N, where is James? I thought you were going to come back with him?”

“His Highness was in a meeting, my Queen. He will be arriving as soon as it is convenient for him.” Her face twisted at your use of Bucky’s royal title, something you both knew he despised.

“Y/N, dear girl, is something wrong?” You waved off her question, remaining silent behind her, head held high. You were determined to not let the Baron’s comment from earlier affect you, though it seems you were failing. A few tears slipped out the corner of your eye, quickly swiped away with the back of your hand.

“My Queen, may I be excused for a few moments to collect myself?” Winnie nodded, noticing the sorrow lacing your tone, your voice quivering slightly.

“Of course, dear girl. Go to my chambers, I will be there shortly to prepare for tonight.” You walked away, pace just under running so as to not draw attention to yourself.

As you approached, you noticed the guards were not at their posts. Which, while not entirely suspicious, was something to be questioned. You slowed, pushing on the handle of the door, hinges squealing slightly as they ground against each other. Inside, you found Sharon sifting through the papers on the Queen’s desk.

“Can I help you find something, Lady Sharon?” You stood beside the door, hands folded in front of you. Sharon’s head snapped to the new voice.

“Oh, it’s just you.”

“Can I ask what you’re looking for? While Queen Winnifred is not here?” Sharon straightened her back, quirking a brow at you. Her eyes ran over your figure, unimpressed with what she saw.

“I’ll never understand what he sees in you.” She walked forward, preparing to leave the room. She stopped beside you, leaning over to your ear, whispering her next words.“It must be the spread legs he admires so much.” You steeled yourself as she left, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing you cry at the suggestion.

“Brock told me what he saw earlier.” She gasped, “In the King’s office, have you no shame, whore?”

“Why are you so interested in my life? I’m just a servant.” You turned to her, unable to take the abuse without fighting back. “Unless, you’re jealous. But surely that can’t be it, can it?”

“You watch your tone, girl.” Her body whipped around to yours, a finger pointed in your face. “I have more pull here than you do, so you’d do well to speak to me with some respect.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Bucky is not interested in you.” She laughed.

“Oh, you naive girl. He doesn’t have to be interested, I have connections, land, influence in other places. I am his opportunity to expand his kingdom, his Father’s kingdom.” She circled you as she spoke, her voice directed downwards. “What can you give him? Food in the morning? A message from dear old Mum?”

She halted her movement directly before you, leaning down to level her face with yours. Sharon straightened her back again, rising to her full height in her heels. She pushed past you, knocking her shoulders with yours as she left. Pausing briefly, she left you with.

“I will be your new Queen, so you will have to submit to me, you’d best learn some manners by then or… Well, why ruin the surprise?”

“Hey, Y/N!” Steve’s voice rang out from the opposite end of the hallway, his quick pace bouncing off the stone walls. He paused, noticing the proximity of Sharon and you. “Everything okay here, ladies?” His eyes flicked to yours, unshed tears gathered at your waterline.

“Of course! Just girls being girls, you know? Throwing around some castle gossip, isn’t that right, Y/N?” Her elbow jabbed your side, making you wince as you nodded.

“Alright, well, Y/N. Bucky wants you in the Great Hall.”

“Did he say why?” Your voice was rough, grating against all the unspoken words you wish you could shout at Sharon.

“I don’t know, he didn’t say.”

“Oh, well then I’ll go. He’s probably just going to send her looking for me.” Sharon weaved her arm into Steve’s. “Lead the way, Sir Rogers.” Steve’s brows furrowed, disappointment lacing his features. “Well, are you taking me to him, or not?”

“Uh, I mean, he only asked for Y/N.”

“It’s fine Steve.” You interjected, “I need to get the Queen’s dress ready for tonight, anyway. He probably was going to ask me to look for Sharon anyway. Just go.” You walked away from the pair, those unshed tears tracking down your cheeks.

Bucky was confused when Steve returned with Sharon on his arm and not you. The gold of her dress glittering in the growing candlelight of the room. Steve leads Sharon to Bucky, before dismissing himself without a word.

“James, doll!” Sharon’s voice dripped with false kindness, making a sour taste emerge in the back of his throat as he digested the words. “Steve said you needed me?”

“No.” Bucky turned away from her, not willing to give her more attention than she deserved.

“Excuse me, James?” Oh now she was offended? Bucky rolled his eyes, searching the crowd for his mother, only to remember she just left to get ready for the party.

“I didn’t ask for Steve to fetch you. I wanted him to bring Y/N to me.”

“That servant from this morning?” Bucky’s jaw twitched, how many times could these people get on his nerves in one day? He’d rather not learn the answer.

“You should walk away from me now.” It was rare that Bucky’s voice ever sounded menacing, which is why Sharon visibly shrunk. He stepped toward her, invading her personal space, causing her to lean away from him. “Get out of my sight.”

The woman hesitated, her heels clicking against the stone flooring. Her hands, which remained at her sides, began switching between fists and open palms. When she didn’t make a move to leave, Bucky continued.

“Y/N is more important to me than you ever will be. Then you could ever dream to be. Just know, the next time you disrespect my Y/N, you and all your people will be removed from my kingdom. Do you understand, Lady Sharon?”

“Yes, James. I understand.” She gathered her skirt, rushing away from Bucky’s fuming figure. By the time that Steve got back to him, Bucky was seething.

“Is there a reason you didn’t bring Y/N to me like I asked you to?”

“It wasn’t my choice, Buck.” Steve remained calm, not riling up his long-time best friend and Crown Prince. “Y/N didn’t want to come. I think Sharon must’ve said something to her.”

Bucky’s head fell into his hands, a long sigh leaving his lips. He started mumbling under his breath. There was no way that he was going to see Sharon until tonight, and if you didn’t come when he requested your company, then you definitely didn’t want to see him.

The Queen’s door pushed open, Winnie’s laughter filling the room. She stood in front of a tri-folded mirror, admiring the dress that she had tailored for the night. It was a deep red, with a sheer, red fabric covering the shoulders and arms. A low V cut the front of the dress, bringing the eyes down to the silky skirt.

“You look absolutely stunning, Winnie.” You stood behind her, your hands covering your gaping mouth.

“Oh, thank you, dear girl.” She began clipping on her necklace, a delicate gold chain to follow the colors of the Great Hall. Three knocks hit against her door, alerting the people inside.

“Come in!” Winnie nodded to you, waiting for you to accept the package that Steve was holding. “It came just in time! Hang it up over there, dear girl!” You followed her finger, undoing the buttons on the package.

“If everyone would please leave the room.” You glanced at the Queen, waiting for her word. “Steve, go keep James occupied.” She squeezed his arm with a wicked smile.

“My pleasure, Win.” His eyes flicked to your figure, examining the hanging package. “He thought it best to not come himself.” Winnie understood, shooing Steve out of the room quickly afterward.

“Alright, dear girl. Open it up!” You were confused.

“Winnie, you’re already dressed for the party tonight. What is this extra dress for?” She looked at you expectantly.

“Oh, dear girl, I thought you were clever. It’s for you!” Your jaw dropped, eyes going wide. You began stammering a refusal only to be stopped by Winnie’s hand. “No ma’am. This is coming straight from the big man himself.” You turned, the dress remaining on the rack behind you.

“Bucky did all this?” Winnie approached you, a somber smile covering her face.

“No, my dear child.” Her hand stroked your hair, “George did.” You swallowed, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Your fingers danced over the fabric, the embroidery, the elegant swirls and flowers of the bodice.

“Why would he do that?” Your gaze never leaves the dress before you.

“He knew you were special. He knew you would always be special.” Her hands ran over your shoulders, squeezing tightly twice. “I think,” a pause as she prevented her own tears, “I think he knew what an important part of James’ life you were, even when you were little.”

“But,”

“No buts, dear girl.” She turned you to face her, hands holding your face in her palms. “Just accept that, for tonight, you are a royal.” You both took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s get you in this dress!”

Bucky stood near the thrones of the Great Hall. A glass full of wine in his hand, slow sips passed his lips occasionally, though he wasn’t terribly interested in drinking at the moment. He really just wanted to talk to you, but he respected your want of space.

“Now why isn’t the Crown Prince mingling with his guests, I wonder?” Rumlow appeared beside Bucky, taking long sips of his wine, which was clearly inebriating him to the point of bravery. “He couldn’t possibly still be hung up about that servant whore, now could he?”

Bucky twisted to him, only to have his Mother catch his eye. A knowing look on her face as she shook her head. Bucky rolled his eyes, not giving Rumlow the reaction he hoped for. In return, Rumlow went away, apparently the alcohol not dumbing him down that far. He turned back to the thrones, wishing his Father was here to see him.

“He’d be proud of you.” Your voice sounded from his left side, a smile dragging across his face at your existence.

Bucky turned to face you, almost dropping his wine glass at the sight of you. You always looked beautiful, but for some reason, you looked like a proper royal. You wore a black dress with a subtle design on the fabric. His eyes ran over your bare shoulders, landing on the bodice, decorated with gold and silver flowers and leaves. The sleeves of the dress lined with the neckline that lay over your breasts.

“Y/N.” He finally made eye contact with your smirking face, a deep blush running up his neck. He set his glass down, wrapping both arms around your waist in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. I was worried that you wouldn’t come because of earlier.” You looked at the floor, shame hanging over your shoulders.

It was then that Bucky saw you wearing a crown. A simple gold band that peaked three times, with another band of gold through the middle. The image of you in a crown, as a royal, as his royal, seared itself into his brain. And now he wanted nothing more than to make it a reality.

“I would like to apologize about earlier.” Your fingers wrapped around the signet ring Winnie had given you to wear.

“You don’t have to, Y/N. And you don’t have to explain. You aren’t obligated to obey my every command.” You gave him a blank stare, making him laugh for the first time that night.

“Yeah, right, just listen to me, you jerk.” The people around you gasped when you insulted Bucky. You turned to face them, growing annoyed with the royals, and the poshness of it all. “You wouldn’t have that problem if you stopped listening in on the Prince’s conversations. Keep your gasps and ears to yourselves.”

Bucky’s face was priceless, he’s been wanting to do that all night, and here you come, to his rescue. “As I was saying, there was just some stuff that was presented to me and I needed to sort through it and decide how I felt about it.” He watched your mouth move, the words coming out of it not quite processing.

“So, the solution I came up with is this. I found out that I have an Aunt in Scotland. I’m going to go live with her.” Bucky froze. All of his ability to process anything was completely shot at your decision.

“Wait, what? Y/N, you can’t be serious.” You shook your head, as he reached for your hands.

“No, Bucky. You can’t change my mind.” Your voice started shaking, the decision to leave weighing heavy on your heart. “I can’t be that. I won’t let myself end up your Mistress when you’re married to Sharon. I wouldn’t survive it, so I’m leaving.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Y/N!” His hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked away. He finally managed to stop you in the middle of the dance floor, noticing the silent tears running down your face. Your expression pleading with him to not argue with you. “One last dance, and let me make my case. Please.” You relented, allowing Bucky to pull your body to his.

The room stilled, watching as the Crown Prince took his partner for the night. The music floating through the throngs of spectators. You felt the hairs rise on the back of your neck, not completely enjoying the way that everyone was staring at you.

Instead, you focused on Bucky.

Your sweet Bucky.

The Bucky you’re leaving. Another tear drips onto your chest from your chin.

Bucky’s finger wipes away the stain against your cheek. His hands trailing your arms to place them where they needed to be for the dance. To any outsider, this would look to be an overly sensual version of the dance. But, to you and Bucky, it was one of sorrow. Bucky’s stomach was dropping with every second, mind reeling on how he could convince you to stay. Heart racing at the possibility of being King without you by his side.

“I’m not quite sure what you meant earlier.” His hand fell to your waist, pulling your body to his for what could be the last time. His thumb rubbed small circles on the fabric of your dress, even knowing you most likely couldn’t feel it.

“I’m leaving, Bucky.”

“Not that part.” He leaned forward, his forehead to yours. “Why would you be my Mistress? Who am I marrying?” Your head dipped, a tear-soaked deep inhale accompanying the motion.

“Sharon.” Your watery eyes met Bucky’s confused ones.

“When did I propose?” You groaned, forehead hitting against his chest.

“Oh, Bucky! You haven’t yet, but you will.” You pushed off, breaking from his hold and rushing out of the Hall. He stood for a second processing your logic, before taking off after you.

“There the Crown Prince goes again! Chasing after the servant whore.” Bucky stalled, strutting toward Rumlow. A quick punch to the left side of his face caused him to stumble backward into a group of people.

“James!” He distantly heard his mother call out for him, but what he felt was a fist connecting with the right side of his stomach.

An all out brawl began between Bucky and Rumlow. Steve went to assist Bucky when two more joined Rumlow’s side, but he was quickly stopped by Bucky’s raised hand.

“No, Steve. I’ve got some frustrations that I need to work out.” His voice was back to the menacing low tone of before. He landed a hit on the two newcomers, making them fall backward.

“All this for a whore? Not very Kingly of you, James!” Rumlow sneered as his foot connected with the back of Bucky’s legs, bringin the Crown Prince to his knees. Bucky leaned forward, his thighs spread against the floor as Rumlow circled him.

“This is your King?” He addressed the room at large, gesturing to the out of breath Bucky. “Willing to go down in a fight because of a servant whore?” He stood before Bucky, throwing another punch at his face, splitting his bottom lip.

When Brock drew back to land another punch, Bucky caught it. Twisting his arm behind his back, at a rather unflattering angle. Bucky forced his weight onto Rumlow’s body, slamming him into the floor. When Bucky drew to his full height, he faced his Court.

“I am your King!” He walked away from Rumlow, exiting the Hall. “And if anyone talks of their Queen as he did, you will end up like him.” Bucky pointed his finger at the unconscious body of Baron Brock Rumlow against the tile.

By the time he reached your quarters, Bucky was limping in pain. One hand clutching his side where he could feel the bruises beginning to form from Rumlow’s heeled boots. Bucky lifted his fist, pounding thrice on your door.

“Oh my God, Bucky!” He fell forward into your open arms, retaining just enough strength to not take the both of you to the ground. You led him to your vanity, leaning him up against the table, forcing his back upright.

You quickly filled a basin with water, taking a rag from your kitchen with you back to the man in your room. You stood between his spread legs, running the wet rag over his face. You ignored his eyes on your face as you cleaned him.

Knowing that you were occupied with caring for him, Bucky took the time to glaze over your figure again. You still wore the dress from before, the opaque black a nice contrast with your skin. He brought the material between his fingers, memorizing the feel of it.

You noticed Bucky’s hand running up the bodice of your dress. His nimble fingers traced the embroidery, stopping and starting with each different color. You glanced at his hands, noticing his knuckles were bloodied and swollen.

“I was gone for not even ten minutes and you’ve already gotten yourself into trouble.” Your head shook back and forth. “I don’t know what you’re going to do without me.”

“I hope I won’t have to find out.” Your eyes met his, the deep cerulean drawing you in. At this angle, your faces were even.

“I have to go, Bucky. I can’t live like you want me to.”

“You don’t know how I want you to live.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“James. You’re going to marry for resources. Sharon has those to offer. She’s got land, and influence, and that damn dream that you have of expanding your kingdom in the name of your Father!” You back away from him, wringing the rag in your hands, ruining the front of your dress. “I can’t give you that! I know I can’t! And eventually, you’ll learn to love her. But I can’t let myself stay and watch it. I don’t know if I’ll survive it.”

Bucky’s hand wrapped around hand, pulling you back to him.

Back to where you belong.

Back to where you’ve always wanted to be.

“I’m not marrying her.” He let his hands drop to just under the curve of your ass. His hands slid upwards, the fabric coming with his movement, their final resting place on your waist.

“Royals marry for power.” His head shook, one of his hands cupping your cheek. Bucky’s thumb began tracing back and forth above your jaw, his other hand coming up to match.

His eyes flicked around your face, never lingering too long, until your lips. His attention split between your lips, the lips he so longed to taste, and your eyes, the ones he wished to dive deep into.

Finally, a decision was made. His left hand drifts to the back of your neck, dragging your face towards his. Your lips met, the metallic taste of blood leaking into your mouth.

Bucky’s tongue swiped at the seam of your lips, the intrusion was slowly accepted. His tongue weaving its way into your mouth, as you gasped for air. Bucky’s left hand threaded its fingers through your hair, pulling at the root of it.

You let out a small moan at the action, feeling Bucky’s lips curl into a smile because of the noise. As the kiss went on, you became bolder. Your hands landed on his thighs, though they quickly migrated to his cheeks. Mimicking his hands on your own body, you interlaced your fingers through his thick hair.

At some point, the both of you break apart. Relishing in the affection that has been building up for years. All the almost kisses, the near misses, leading to this moment. Bucky’s forehead met yours, lips pressing a quick kiss to yours.

“You are my power.”

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Cotton Clouds

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Hiii lovely! Could I kindly request a Bucky x plus!size reader - she is really shy and insecure about her body weight and is more like the chef to the avengers (cooking breakfast and dinner for them and that kind of stuff) she is also being secretly bullied by a lower rank agent and one day the bully shoves her and she falls over, hurting herself and Bucky saw everything and just!! Protective Bucky is my life. Please don’t rush! There’s no pressure from me 🖤 love you!!

Warnings: Angst, body shaming, insecurities, bullying, asshole agents, protective!Bucky, protective!Steve (kinda), language, broken noses, a little pussy that probably shat his pants, fluff, happy endings.

Word Count: 3,007

Authors Notes: thank you dear anon for sending in this request. I’ve combined this request for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ 24 hour surprise drabble and Summer Loving Challenge and I chose Rooftop bar/restaurant.

If anyone ever makes you feel this shitty, you just tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. Nobody, NOBODY has the right to degrade you for your weight or anything else for that matter. If they are bullying you, it only means there is a problem with their own reflection and it’s not actually you. You’re loved and James Buchanan Barnes loves and worships you so much. 

My taglist is actually open so if you’d like to join please feel free to send me a message/ask :)

Since becoming a part of the Avenger family as their personal cook, you’ve established strong bonds with just about everyone on the team. They accepted you for who you were and never once made a disrespectful comment or snicker about your soft belly or thick thighs. Of course, it didn’t stop you from wishing you had a figure like Nat or Wanda, but the team didn’t make you feel less of a human and despite their kindness, you often still felt out of place and insecure about your weight. The one person who made you feel extra special was Bucky Barnes. During movie nights his fingers would circle your soft waist, his hugs also lasted a lot longer than what was considered necessary. Over time, the two of you became close friends. You ended up developing a small crush on him, imagining yourself waking up in his arms every morning and reminding you just how beautiful you are.

Around them, you were shy and barely spoke a word other than a good morning greeting or an ‘enjoy your meal’ as you dished out their food you had cooked. You were preparing some bacon and toast in the kitchen when James, an agent on the lower rank pranced into the kitchen, puffing his chest out and grinning at your shock of seeing him.

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By Any Other Name (Prologue)

series summary: When Special Agent Bucky Barnes is tasked with infiltrating the notorious gang Hydra and gathering evidence against its leader, Brock Rumlow, Bucky finds himself drawn to the woman who doesn’t seem to belong in this world of violence, the wife of the head of Hydra… you.  pairing: bucky x reader chapter word count: 2.3k warnings: bucky and sam being little shits, setting up the backstory 🌹series masterlist // series playlist

If there was one thing to know about Bucky Barnes, it was that he didn’t back down from a challenge; certainly not one from a former fighter pilot with a superiority complex and a loud mouth.  

Bucky stared down the end of the ring, circling with careful, steady steps as he sized up his prey. Sam Wilson rolled his eyes, a slight shake of his head, because he didn’t know quite yet the humiliation he was about to experience.  

It had been a while since Bucky had knocked Sam’s ego down a few notches and it was about time someone did something about his less-than-charming attitude. Sam was starting to talk a big game in front of the rookies and, well, Bucky couldn’t have them thinking Sam was some kind of Bureau legend.

“You gonna make a move or what?” Sam jabbed, throwing his arms out to the side dramatically. He let out a groan that echoed through the rafters of the training gym. Always the dramatic one.  

Bucky snickered under his breath, patient, as he continued eyeing up Sam from the distance. 

His left arm was clasped behind his back, wrapped with tape meant to secure his fist in the ring, and he stretched the fingers in his right hand against his hip. A soft cracking released the air between his joints.  

Sam was the one with the brilliant idea to make a bet, in front of a cafeteria full of agents, that Bucky couldn’t get an opponent on the mat one-handed. It was a foolish mistake he was about to regret.  

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Search And Found

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Stalker!Brock 

Request:  Omg I’m so happy you’re taking requests!!! SO HERE IT IS: Bucky and the reader were super close and Bucky was about to confess that he loves her… but a week before someone started stalking her, she ran and Bucky has been trying to find her, when he finally locates her he saves her from the stalker who was nearly killing her!!!! Tons of aggressive kisses and whatever you wanna do!! Have an awesome alllll day every day!!🖤🖤🖤

Warnings: angst, injury, choking and not the sexy kind, asshole!Brock, stalker!Brock, protective!Bucky, fluff, language, happy ending.

Word Count: 2,104

Authors Notes: thank you so much for your patience hun! Really hope you like this and I think I wrote everything you wanted and more! This was really fun to write and I used Brock as the stalker just because I hate that smug cocky bastard. Anyway, please enjoy and feedback is welcome!!! This has been proofread twice but I don’t guarantee anything :) 

Requested by: @deanthedemon​​ 

Something wasn’t right. The uncomfortable gut feeling and the hairs standing up on the back of your neck told you something wasn’t right either. Every time you stepped outside, you were constantly looking over your shoulder with the feeling that someone was somewhere watching your every step. Sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of a shadow as they moved quickly out of your line of sight. 

You didn’t tell anyone in the compound about this feeling. Fearing they would just blame it on the mere fact you were an avenger and during your career, it wasn’t unheard of to make more enemies than friends. An uncomfortable presence loomed in the air as you sat next to Bucky on the couch opposite the team having a game night. You and Bucky have spent the past few months closely bonding and you were almost inseparable. Despite your closeness, you also chose not to share this feeling with him. Knowing how protective he is of you. He was your friend, not your bodyguard.

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My Angel

Imagine : Bucky Barnes watching you sleep in his arms at night, saying he does this so that he can protect you, his angel.

You were exhausted. Missions always took a lot out of you, especially the ones you were forced to go on without Bucky, 

So when you returned home to find Bucky lounging around on your shared bed, reading, you immediately collapsed beside him, burying you head into his neck, falling asleep almost instantly.

Bucky was just as tired as you. When you went on a mission without him, or vice versa, he could never sleep. He was always worried about never seeing you again, and he never could sleep without you, in fear of the nightmares from being controlled by HYDRA.

But with you in his embrace, the world fell into place just perfectly.

He chuckled at you, knowing full well that you were asleep already. You had this weird way of falling into his arms and immediately passing out, as if his arms was the only place that you could sleep peacefully

Bucky placed a kiss to your temple, before shutting his book and reaching for the light. He wanted to sleep as well, but he knew he would stay awake for another little while. He loved watching you, saying that the way you were so peaceful and beautiful captivated him and kept him awake for many hours in the night.

Quite frankly, you found it hard to believe that Bucky saw you that way, despite the fact that you had been dating for almost four years now. There wasn’t anything the two of you were shy about now, completely open with the other.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your small body, pulling you closer if that was even possible. He liked to have you so close the two of you couldn’t even breath. He said that it helped him sleep, knowing you were close to him. You didn’t question it, saying you loved being just as close to him.

Bucky slowly kissed your forehead, breathing deeply. “My angel,” he whispered. “My sweet angel, what ever have I done to deserve you?”

Not realizing you were still awake, Bucky was quite surprised when he got a quiet answer from you. “What haven’t you done, Bucky? You’re beyond brave, and selfless, and caring. It’s me who does not deserve you. I’m no angel.”

Bucky smiled, taking one of your hands in his. “I love you very much, dear,” he whispered. 

You smiled, kissing his chest, snuggling further into him to fall asleep. “I love you too, Bucky.”

And of course, he stayed awake for another hour, just to watch you and take the moment to truly believe that you were safe in his arms.

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You shouldn’t get used (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Anonymous requested:

Can you do a Bucky x reader imagine where the reader almost gets into a fight with a girl at a coffee shop because she made a mean comment about Bucky’s arm. He tells her it’s ok that he’s used to the mean comments. The reader is heartbroken but kisses him and tells him he should never get used to hearing mean things about him. He tells her he’s really lucky to have her in his life

~so I have’t left my home yet, woohoooo! Although I’m leaving tomorrow morning hhaha, so this will be (I think) my last one shot written before holidays~

Words:  1.329

Pairing: Bucky Barnesx Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluffiness overload.

Author notes: (Y/N) is your name

Bucky was not very keen on going out, people gave him the weirdest looks over the metal arm and he didn’t want to put you through such unnecessary scrutiny; you, on the other hand, loved him enough to take the looks and even the mean comments he could receive.   One summer day, you were cuddling on the couch of the apartment you shared, it was nice living with him. It was one of the few places in which the winter soldier never showed up. At first you were understandably nervous for one of those breakdowns Steve told you about; they were extremely violent, and they scared the living hell out of you, but he never got one. Not in the first month, not in the second, and after a whole year of living together, you never experienced nothing of the sort.   “Baby” Bucky said while caressing your bare legs “Are you sure you don’t wanna go out?” “I mean, I’d like to go out… But if you’re not comfortable with that, I don’t mind staying here” you smiled at him. “I think it’d be nice if we go out…” He shyly muttered “I hate having you trapped in here” “I’m not trapped sweetie” you giggled “I don’t really mind staying here, I told you” You ran your hand through his long, dark hair and he smiled under your touch “but I guess it would be nice to go out for something to drink… It’s getting quite hot in here, isn’t it?” “Yeah” he agreed “go get prettier baby, and we’ll have a date”   You went to your closet and picked up a nice flowered dress; Bucky’s favorite one and drew a simple line on your eyelids. He waited for you in a black t-shirt that hugged his body perfectly. It wasn’t extremely tight, but it did let you see that he was trained.   “Someone call heaven, it seems like they have lost an angel” He smiled at you “you look ravishing honey” “I love you Buck” you walked towards him and reached out for his metal hand “You ready to go?” He nodded and before you were out the door, he cupped your cheek with his flesh hand and then, he leaned to gently press his lips against yours.   You walked a few blocks to get to a café and immediately, all eyes were on you both. Well, on Bucky’s arm to be honest; you really didn’t care, you were just looking at him, and being with him was all that mattered to you, but you could tell he was very uncomfortable. He was even quieter than usual. You sipped from your juice and you overheard a woman talking about Bucky and his arm. They talked about how hot he was and how hotter he’d be without that “fucking Terminator arm”   “Hey, you wanna shut up?” You said, turning around to face her “We’re trying to have a nice drink in here” “Baby, don’t…” Bucky whispered, reaching out his flesh hand “It’s ok” “No James, it’s not” You said deadly serious “This woman over here should suck up her nasty ass comments, or even better, shove them up her ass” “Say that to my face!” She yelled. “I’m saying it right to your face, bitch!” You stood up “Don’t you ever talk about my boyfriend like that, ok?” “Or what?” She asked in between giggles “Are you gonna punch me?” “Of course I will” You threatened. For Bucky you’d do that and more “So shut up” “Baby, please…” Bucky stood up and tried to calm you down “Don’t do this…” “Yeah Terminator, keep your girlfriend locked away, please” The woman laughed and her group of friends laughed as well.   Somehow, you got out of Bucky’s embrace and walked to that bimbo looking blonde. She was definitely not afraid of you and she stood up as well. Bucky was right behind you when she grabbed your arm, trying to keep you down and grab you by your hair. He held your waist and pulled you back as fast as he could. He paid for the drinks to the waitress and walked with you on his shoulder back to your apartment. Even though you protested to be put down again, he tightened his grip in your waist up on his shoulder because both he and you knew that you’d be reckless enough to go back to the café and kick that woman’s ass. You thought she deserved a good punch in the face.   He went up the three floors until your home and softly placed you down again. He didn’t say much from that moment. It was still around 5 pm so he just locked himself in the bedroom for a while; you made two attempts of going in, but before going for the third one you decided to leave him alone for a while. He needed it.   At 9 pm you were worried. So you started knocking the door again and you heard steps inside the bedroom. ‘God, please be him, god, please be him…’ You repeated to yourself as you felt the door handle being held; to your fortune, it was Bucky indeed and his face didn’t seem to be so fine. He had been crying, so you decided to skip to the next, ridiculously and definitely unnecessary question.   “Babe…” You bit your lip, feeling quite silly for asking such a stupid question “Are you ok?” He nodded, pursing his lips into a smile “Stupid question, I know” You thought out loud, grabbing your head between your hands “Bucky, we need to talk about this” “I really don’t want to…” “James” It was the second time in the day you called him James, and he knew that he couldn’t take the idea out of your mind “We have to talk” You pointed at the couch and he understood that he needed to sit down.   He sat on the left side of the sofa and rested his elbows on his knees, you sat on the small table in front of him and started.   “Why are you like this? Is it because of the arm?” “No, I don’t care about it, I’m quite used to the… attention” He sighed “It’s because of you… I don’t want to put you through that again. I couldn’t take it… And I did nothing to defend you” “I definitely can stand up for myself” You pointed out “What I can’t take is that you get picked on for having that arm… Honestly I find it quite cool” “But that’s because you know where I got it from, and you know the story about it and you accept it…” His grey eyes were sad and your felt your heart being broken “I don’t care about what they say about the arm, really” “Buck, are you listening to yourself?” “Baby, really… I’m way older than you and I have heard so many times the same thing, all over the world…” “Buck…!” You said, about to lose your cool “It’s you that we are talking about… You shouldn’t get used to hear nasty ass comments of any kind of sort related to any part of your body” You cupped his face in your hands and pressed your forehead against his “I don’t want to hear you saying you’re used to anything” Your voice cracked “Never again” He nodded, moving your head as well “I love you, ok?” He nodded again.

Bucky searched for your lips and captured them in sweet, gently motions. Your hands let go of his face and rested on his shoulders instead, his left hand cupped your face and the other rested on your knee.   “I don’t know what I’d do without you (Y/N)” He said in between kisses. “Probably you’d be still living with Stevie and Sharon” You giggled. “I love you so much, my doll. I’m so lucky to have you in my life” “I know, right?” You smiled and kissed him again.

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my sweet girl

pairing: 40s!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 13,561

summary: After WWII, James finds you and rescues you from the rest of the world.

prompt: ‘whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.’

warnings: swearing, violence, mental illness

a/n: This was written for @whiskey-cokenfanfic‘s 30th birthday writing challenge!  Happy birthday and I hope you enjoy!

“What’s on your mind, sweet girl?”

I don’t move from my perch, my head leaning against the cool glass of the bay window.  The one I always sit in while I wait for him to come home.  The trees are fluttering in the late summer wind, and I can see hints of autumn starting to peek through.

Soon my garden would wither, and I’d have to wait until spring to tend to my beautiful flowers.

I can feel James’s stare from across the room as he sits in his chair.  His throne in his little kingdom.  If he’s the king in this place, then I suppose that would make me the queen. I have my own little throne in the bay window, with all its pillows.  But when he’s home, I prefer to curl up with him in the chair, my legs thrown across his lap and my head tucked into the crook of his neck.

“Sweet girl?”

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The Maiden’s Touch

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Reader (Royalty AU)

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: The King is sick and you’re there in his quarters at the wrong time.

A/N (EDIT): I AM turning this into a series! (Happy Birthday @padmaaavati)

The King is Sick. This was the constant statement that was chanted under everyone’s lips as they carried on with their works.

You reached the corridor that leads to the King’s chambers. As you neared the huge sliver encrusted door, your heart sped faster. After all, you were going to enter the King’s bedchambers for the first time. But the only thing that calmed your senses was the absence of the King.

Clear instructions were given by Sir Rogers that you were to change the Bed linen and sheets of the King’s bedding. The past 12 hours have reeked of the King’s sickness, and you were assigned to Sanitize before the King returns from his bath.

You’ve never seen the king for you were new to the Kingdom of Barnes. But you have heard from Natalia and Wanda that he is everything a woman would want. You even heard Sir Samuel mention how his appearance melts any woman who sets her eyes on him.

But most importantly you heard that he was a kind, generous king who always took an interest in smaller things in life.

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A Delicate Touch

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 400

Summary: Bucky loves when you run your fingers through his hair and beard. 

Author’s Note: This is for the @redhead-wine-and-literature-club​ Love in Bloom Challange and day 7: morning glory which stands for affection. One of my favorite ways to show Bucky attention would definitely be having my fingers in his hair and beard, lot’s of soft touches and cuddles. Thanks so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff

You’re so caught up in your book that you don’t realize Bucky has fallen asleep. You continue to card your fingers through his soft hair, scratching softly along his scalp with your nails while his head lays in your lap. He lets out a contended sigh and shifts slightly, turning his head toward your stomach.

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Spiked

Summary: You are forced to go on a mission with Bucky, someone you don’t really get along with. What happens when hydra men get their hands on you?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, drinking, mentions of drugging, references to rape, angst

Well this was longer than I intended. I maaaay write a smutty part 2 if enough people like this, but I hope you firstly just enjoy this little thing I thought of. Love you x

‘You have got to be fucking kidding me’ you groan as you open the suit door to reveal a beautiful room of crimson and black, the intoxicatingly sweet scent of roses wafting through the air. You narrow your eyes, taking in the black marble bathtub, the double shower heads, the ornate fireplace and finally - the source of your anger - the king sized double bed, a bed frame delicately covered in carvings of flowers, dusted in a fading gold.

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His Angel

Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary- Bucky calls you his angel, and nobody hurts his angel.

TW- violence, swearing, injuries, protective Bucky, alcohol consumption and mentions of hospitals.

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You’d been dating Bucky Barnes for 2 years, but he liked to keep you away from his world of work; with only a few of his closest men even knowing you existed.

Despite being the leader of a biker gang, Bucky Barnes was super soft when it came to you. You were innocent and shy, nothing like the women he’d previously surrounded himself with. You were his angel, and he’d do anything to protect his angel.

When you woke that morning you couldn’t find your phone, quickly realising you must have left it at his office at the club after spending the day there yesterday.

You let out a sigh and rolled out of bed, quickly showering before pulling on a yellow sundress. You grabbed Bucky’s spare keys for the office and made your way to your car.

Bucky always liked you to go through the back entrance of the club, he didn’t want you seeing any of the ‘business’ that went on in the front. So you slipped through the back entrance and made your way up the stairs to his office.

You rummaged through his messy desk until you found your phone, when you turned around to exit you saw a man standing at the entrance glaring at you.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man snarled “and what are you doing here?”

“Oh...I’m Y/N.” You said nervously, the man scared you; you saw the gun he had strapped to his waist.

“You a cop?” He asked suspiciously.

“No! Of course not...I just came to get my phone.” You replied, holding up your phone for him to see “I’ll just go...I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

As you tried to walk past the man he grabbed you aggressively, wrapping his arm around your throat.

“You think you can steal from us bitch?” He spat out “he’s going to kill you.”

You tried to speak, to explain what was happening but his grip on your throat was too tight for the words to come out.

As you attempted to struggle out of his grasp he planted a hard punch to your side, causing him to loosen his grip on your neck slightly. You heard your ribs crunch and let out a blood curdling scream of agony.

“Wait until he’s finished with you if you think a few cracked ribs is bad.” The man taunted you as he resumed his hold on your throat.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Bucky shouted from down the corridor, thank God he was on his way!

“Found someone trying to break into your office boss.” The man sounded pleased with himself, but the smile quickly faded from his face when he saw the murderous look on Bucky’s eyes.

“Get your fucking hands off her now!” Bucky roared, you’d never seen someone look so intimidating; you knew Bucky was about to make this man pay.

The man quickly let you go and you stumbled over to Bucky, throwing your arms around his neck despite the pain in your ribs and sobbing into his hair.

“It’s ok doll, I’ve got you.” Bucky whispered sweetly into your ear “you’re ok, you’re going to be fine.”

“Shit...boss I didn’t know you had a girl.” The man began to sweat “I’m so fucking sorry...I-it was a mistake....p-p-please you have to believe me.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Bucky shouted, quickly silencing the man “Steve, make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.”

“Sure thing.” Steve smiled as he forced the man into a chair “you okay Y/N?”

“M...my ribs.” You said through tears “I think he broke them.”

You felt Bucky’s hold around you tense, his anger growing as the seconds passed.

“It’s okay babydoll.” He said softly “c’mon, I’ll take you to Nat and she’ll get you cleaned up. Then I’ll take you to the hospital.”

You nodded timidly and followed Bucky into one of the other rooms, Nat was there within minutes armed with a bottle of whiskey and some Xanax.

“I’ll be right back sweetheart.” Bucky kissed your forehead before making his way out of the room.

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“Please Rogers...you’ve got to make him see sense.” The man pleaded with Steve “I didn’t know who she is! Nobody knows! I thought she was a cop!”

“Nothing I could say or do would make him less angry right now.” Steve said calmly as he flipped his knife between his fingers “beating up women isn’t really our style...especially the innocent ones.”

Before the man could respond Bucky was back in the office, a murderous glare on his face.

“What the fuck happened?” Bucky snarled at the man.

“I...I...well I came up to grab something and I noticed the door to your office was open.” The man stammered out “I didn’t know you had a girl...so I assumed she was a cop...she was looking through the papers on your desk! I didn’t know!”

“And what did you do to her? Did you let her explain?” Bucky’s voice was dangerously low as he loomed over the man.

“No...I...I thought it was obvious.” The man said “please, it will never happen again. I swear it! I’m so sorry...you have to believe me.”

“I don’t have to do anything.” Bucky barked “I think we’ll start by breaking your ribs, just like you did to her. Care to do the honours Stevie?”

“I’d love to.” Steve chuckled before he stormed over to the man and began pounding his fists into his stomach.

“Enough.” Bucky waved his hand to stop Steve once the man began coughing up blood.

“Think you’ve learned your lesson?” Bucky stood over him, staring at him with eyes full of rage.

“Yes! I swear I’ve learnt my lesson.” The man cried “please just let me go.”

“I don’t think you’re sorry enough yet.” Bucky pondered, leaning back against his desk “and you touched what’s mine...see that has to have some serious consequences.”

“I completely agree Buck.” Steve smirked.

“Would you rather I cut off your thumb or your index finger?” Bucky turned to the man.

“W-W-what?” The man spluttered out, tears forming in his eyes.

“You have 3 seconds to decide.” Bucky said harshly.

“I-I don’t know.” The man was sobbing now, much to Bucky’s delight.

“Well I suppose I’ll just have to cut both of them off then.” Bucky said with a wicked grin on his face, taking Steve’s knife from him.

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You shuddered as you heard screams from the office, trying not to think about what Bucky was doing to the man.

“You okay sweetie?” Nat asked as she refilled your glass.

“Just a little shaken.” You responded “will Bucky kill him?”

“I don’t think so.” Nat answered calmly “I think he’ll use him as an example, to show what happens when someone touches his girl.”

You should be repulsed by Bucky’s actions, but you felt oddly pleased that he was so protective of you; it made you confused.

You jumped when you heard a gunshot followed by a scream of pain. A few moments later bucky was entering the room, he was by your side in a second.

“My angel.” He murmured as he lifted you into his arms “how’s my girl doing? You ready to go get those ribs checked out?”

You nodded in response, nuzzling your face into his neck as he carried you down the stairs and to his car.

“Did you kill him?” You asked quietly from the passenger seat as Bucky drove you to the hospital.

“No baby.” Bucky said quickly “I know you don’t like me doing shit like that...”

“But...the gunshot?” You were puzzled.

“Just into his kneecap pretty girl.” Bucky reached over to take your hand in his “he’s not going to die.”

You nodded in response, despite feeling guilty that someone had been hurt so badly because of you.

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You returned home after several hours in the hospital, your ribs were cracked but thankfully not broken. Bruising was already beginning to form around your neck and your throat was painful.

“Let’s get you to bed my angel.” Bucky guided you down the hall and helped you change into one of his T-shirt’s.

You snuggled into his side, enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I’m sorry he hurt you baby.” Bucky said softly “all I want is to keep you safe...and I failed.”

“It’s not your fault Buck.” You reassured him “I’ll be more careful about coming to the club without you in future.”

“Or...” Bucky said nervously “I mean...I could introduce you to everyone?”

“Really?” You asked, knowing how much Bucky had been against the idea.

“Angel, I kept you a secret to protect you and it looks like it’s had the opposite effect.” He let out a sigh “let me show you off pretty girl, let me show everyone you’re mine.”

“I’d love that Buck.” You smiled up at him, excited to be a part of his world.

“We’ll head over tomorrow.” Bucky kissed your forehead “make all the guys jealous when they see how lovely my lady is.”

“I love you Buck.” You giggled.

“I love you too my angel, always and forever.” He responded.

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Passing the Time

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,031

Summary: You and Bucky get trapped in a room while on a mission and need to pass the time. 

Author’s Note: This is for the @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love in Bloom Challenge and day 15: sweet pea which means blissful pleasure. They are beautiful flowers but this time I went more for the meaning of them. Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: teasing, light dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (f rec), smut (18+ only please) 

THIS IS SPOILER FREE! NO SPOILERS HERE!!!

Thank you to @henycavil for the first beautiful gif  and the second by @buckypascal and the third by @unearthlydust ❤❤❤

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Nothing Fucks With My Baby | Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Hozier announced that he’s coming out with new music, so I’ve been listening to nothing but his albums and this song is just…wow.

Bucky Barnes x Female reader

Please message me with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions! 💜

***TW: Mention of SA***

“Nothing fucks with my baby

Nothing can get a look in on my baby

Nothing fucks with my baby

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.”

Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You almost jumped, that is, until you felt the cold vibranium thought the fabric of your dress. You breathed a sigh of relief; Bucky was finally back. He spun you around and kissed you hungrily, showing you just how much he’d missed you. This mission had lasted way longer than you’d hoped, and having him back felt like Christmas morning.

“Hi” he whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours. He hadn’t been one for PDA when you first got together, but now he didn’t care. He’d missed you so fucking much that he didn’t care if any of his coworkers saw him full on make out with you.

You’d complained about having to go to this stupid SHIELD party, not wanting to spend the evening that Bucky got back with a bunch of random agents. And now, after the events that had already occurred this evening, you wished you had stayed home.

“Hi...” you tried to steady your voice to no avail.

Bucky caught on immediately. He pulled back and looked you in the eye, “Hey. What’s wrong, baby?”

His eyes swam in a pool of worry as he awaited your reply, but you didn’t wanna ruin the night of his return by being honest with him. With a shake of your head and a fake laugh, you did your best to dismiss his worries, “everything’s fine, Buck. I’m just happy you’re back”.

He rolled his eyes at your unconvincing attempt, “You’re a terrible liar, doll. Come on, talk to me.” He examined your red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks, his heart pounding in his chest.

“It’s just- it’s that cocky new guy, Walker,” you sighed, “He’s drunk. Really drunk. And he kept- he kept pulling me into his lap. Grabbing me and touching me…” You watched rage building behind Bucky’s eyes as you spoke. “I kept telling him no and asking him to stop, and then he- he reached up my dress...” Bucky clocked an almost imperceptible crack in your voice. “I slapped him and he got mad- he screamed at me. He called me a slut. Grabbed me by the arm and pushed me against the wall. He said that I slept my way to the top and only got this job because I’m with you… everyone heard”. The shame dragged your eyes down to the floor. You felt dirty. Violated.

Bucky’s hands shook with anger, but he steadied them enough to gently cup your cheeks. He pressed a warm, deep kiss to your lips. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered when he finally pulled away, “Are you okay? Do you wanna go home? We can leave right now.”

You shook your head, not wanting to cause a scene or get in trouble for leaving early. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, wanting to fix the problem in any way possible. His expression changed suddenly, eyes darkening and jaw clenching. His low, angry words almost scared you, “Where is he?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I think I saw him go out to the patio with some of the other guys, but, Buck… don’t”. His eyes scanned the room as you spoke, searching for John Walker’s face in the crowd of Shield employees.

“I just wanna talk to him, sweetheart. That’s all.” But you knew what he really meant when he said he wanted to “talk” to John Walker. You reached up and placed your hands on either side of his face, turning his attention back to you.

“Bucky. You don’t do that anymore… You said you don’t want to hurt anyone”.

His gaze fell downward and he was quiet for a moment. “Nothing fucks with my baby,” he grumbled in a low, dark voice. Before you knew what was happening, he was gone. He disappeared into the crowd of SHIELD agents faster than you could follow.

With Bucky gone, you found a quiet corner void of drunk partygoers and slumped into an empty chair. You just wished he'd come back. If he did something stupid, it could jeopardize his pardon- and that wasn't acceptable.

He had been gone for about five minutes when the patio doors flew open. Gasps erupted from the crowd as a drunk John Walker tumbled inside and fell to the ground. Blood poured from his nose, his eyes wide with fear. A deep purple bruise already bloomed beneath the skin his eye, and a deep split tore his bottom lip in two. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran out of the party, startling those he pushed past.

Bucky entered a few moments later, straightening his suit jacket as he scanned the room for you. His eyes fell on you and he quickly made his way through the crowd. “Hey, baby…”

You looked up at him, noticing that the angry storm clouds in his eyes had finally cleared. He knelt down in front of you, his hands resting on your knees. He saw you staring down at his vibranium hand- and recoiled when he noticed the splatter of John Walker's blood that coated its surface. He wiped it on his pants and cleared his throat.

He looked ashamed.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “That’s not me anymore. I just- no one’s allowed to treat you that way… I couldn’t let him get away with it”.

"I know, Buck..." you forced a smile for him. But he put you in a tough position. Bucky made it a point that he was done with violence, only engaging it such activities when absolutely necessary. But he’d wiped the floor with Walker without batting an eye.

It was overkill, and would probably get him in trouble- but he just wanted to protect you. He’d broken his promise to himself and to you only because you’d been hurt. It was a little barbaric, yes, but sweet.

He had good intentions- to protect you, take care of you, to keep you safe. You brought a hand to his sharp jaw, lightly stroking his stubble with your thumb. “It’s okay, Buck… I’m not mad”.

He let out a small sigh of relief and stood, offering you his hand, “I love you” he whispered. “Let’s get you home.”

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Hostage Situation (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Summary: A surprise attack has left you captured and under interrogation by an unknown enemy. Only one thing brings you comfort; a certain soldier is out there looking for you.

Gif @ gifbuckybarnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Timeline: Post The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Reader is a fellow Avenger that has teamed up with Sam and Bucky. Warnings: Violence, sexual assault, language Words:  2158

Songs I listed to while writing this: Opus by Hoity-Toity, Next Contestant by Nickelback, Protecting Me by Aly & AJ Let me know what you guys think! I have ideas for a part two *Please don’t repost this anywhere! Especially without my permission!*

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By Your Side (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Whumptober Day 14: Under Pressure

Summary: After being captured by John Walker you’ve been plagued by constant nightmares. You never realised that you would find comfort with an unlikely person.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: character injury

Marvel tag list: @geocookie21, @greeneyedblondie44, @purebloodwitch

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou

“You should be in bed.”

You glanced at Bucky out of the corner of your eyes before quickly looking away. It was early in the morning, judging from the state of Bucky’s hair, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t sleep anyway, your nightmares saw to that, so you wanted to at least try and do something useful.

“So should you.” You said

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please literslly anything mafia/mob bucky for kinktober 🤲🏻

his love ~ bucky

pairing ~ mob boss!bucky barnes x bartender!reader

warnings ~ smut, minors DNI, cockwarming, daddy kink, fluff,backstory to set things up, also some implied adoptive dad!bucky, regular mafia antics, choking, unprotected sex, cumplay?

James Barnes was a lucky man. He had built an empire in New York, a notorious mob boss that’s rise to power went all the way back to the 1940s. Due to illegal experiments during the war effort, Bucky had been changed forever and frozen in time. Luckily, his captors couldn’t contain him for long and he found his way back to his city around sixties. He went underground, became a ghost story, and all those who dare to cross him know him as the Winter Soldier. When he needed to, he put himself back on ice when the feds got too close and for a few years he’d go quiet and then come back better than ever.

For years, he did the same thing, over and over with his best friend by his side. Over time, he had collected close friendship. Sam Wilson would become his confidant and friend. Natasha Romanoff was a woman he had helped escape from the Russian mob and ever since she had pledge her loyalty to the Winter Soldier. The Maximoff twins were two more rescues from the same enemies thad once hurt Bucky and he had taken the twins in as his own.

But nothing compared to you.

You had no connections to the mafia, no, you were so innocent in that way. You lived a simple life to say the least. You worked as a bartender in an very underground speakeasy. It was an exclusive place owned by Steve Rogers, the bar had forties style to it. It also happened to be where Bucky did a lot of his business in this place and he had noticed the cute new bartender almost immediately. He remembered what Steve had said when he asked about you.

“Oh, that’s Y/N, she just started this week,”Steve had told him.”Real sweet girl, she’s a friend of Torres’. He said he needed help running the bar and he had the perfect partner in mind.”

“So you hired his little girlfriend?”

“No, she’s available, but, hey, don’t get any ideas. She’s a hit, and I don’t want to lose a good employee because you want to get your dick wet,”Steve told him, but Bucky didn’t listen. The blond brat never listened to him so why would Bucky listen to him.

Best decision he ever made was talking to you because now he got to experience this moment. God, he was lucky with you sat so perfectly in his lap with your tight pussy pulsating around his throbbing cock. Your dress covered where cunt met his cock, cum leaking from your wet heat and down his shaft.

You threaded your fingers through his beard, nose nudged against his with a small smile. He had been so stressed before you came in his office. Bucky had talking to his men when you can flittering into the room. He had been yelling at Stark for messing with a rival gang out of arrogance when you climbed into his lap.

You swear Tony uttered a thank god as you calmed Bucky with your mere presence. You had kissed his jaw and the man had immediately softened when you whispered in his ear,“Is there something I can do to help, daddy?”

You had been tightly squeezing your cunt around his thick cock for almost an hour, and he had already spilled his seed inside your pretty pussy. Now that his men were long gone, you had Bucky’s complete attention.

“Always getting my men out of trouble, aren’t you?”Bucky teased, his hands under your dress and squeezing the flesh of you hips.

“You’re so hard on them,”You grinned mischievously, rolling your hips just slightly to get your man to groan for you. His nail dug into your hips, leaving little half moon shaped marks from his nails into your skin.

“They’ve got to punished, baby,”Bucky uttered, his chest heaving when you continue to move your hips against him. He’s already got his cum leaking from your fold, lubricating his thick cock stuffed in your pussy. But Bucky Barnes is a greedy man and he wants more.

You can feel his cock stiffen once again, fully hard in your sensitive cunt as the man began to control the motion of your hips with his large hands. He was making you ride him, your pussy clenching alarming him while you followed his pace with quiet gasps.

“I’m just saying…there are other ways to get out that anger, daddy,”You whispered with a whine, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you. You work your hips at that angle, desperately trying to remake that friction. You lift your hips, pussy gliding up his cock until you were slamming back down. You held on to his neck, clinging to the collar of his dress shirt as you began to bounce on his cock.

“So needy for my attention that you want to take their punishment, baby?”Bucky smirked, admiring how you chased after your own pleasure and used his cock for your own needs. You were addicted to him just as he was to you.

“Just want you,”You confessed, panting as you strain your thighs just feel that euphoric pleasure. Bucky grabbed your jaw with his metal fingers, pulling you down to kiss him.

His lips molded over yours, his tongue slipping past your lips and consuming your entire being in his kiss. You moaned into his mouth, wildly rolling your hips against his cock as the lewd wet noises of you falling back down on his shaft echoed in the room.

“Is that what you want? You want daddy to punish you,”Bucky smirked, leaning away from you while his hands went to unzip your pretty dress and pull it over your head. With the clothing gone, he made quick work of your bra. He licked his lips at the sight of naked form, how you bounce your ass on his thighs and how it made your pretty tits move with each thrust. His fingers grazed over your tits,”You know, baby, daddy doesn’t like when you tell him how to manage his men.” His eyes darkened as he looked at you,”I’ll have to let it slide tonight, because this pussy has been so good to me today, but you try it again and I’ll have you over my knee and counting.

“Yes, daddy…”You whimpered with the determination to make it up to him , repositioning so your feet were against his thighs. The back of your heels hit your ass every time you sank down on his big cock. You bounce hard and wild u til your thighs start to tremble,”Daddy please.”

“What, baby? You want something you’ve gotta ask for it,”Bucky commanded with a raised brow as he tried to keep his composure while your pussy convulsed around his cock, tight walls begging to milk him dry.

“Wanna cum, wanna make you cum, please,”You were so cute when you begged, pouting out your bottom lip at him while you fucked yourself on him.

“Oh is that all?”Bucky taunted before taking grasp of your hips and standing up. His actions take you by surprise with a loud gasp before your back is against the expensive desk.

Bucky’s metal hands encompassed your throat, holding you tightly enough that you can just barely breath before his cock was ramming into you. Your heels dig into the flesh of his ass while your back arched off the table with a loud moan emitting from your lips. You hold on to his forearm as you throw your head back in bliss.

It was only mere moment before Bucky had you tumbling over the edge into ecstasy, crying out his name while your walls pulsates around his fat cock until his seed spill inside your needy cunt. You squirted all over his cock, soaking his pants and the desk as he drive you over the edge for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“Oh, what a good girl, why don’t you let daddy clean you up,”Bucky praised with a smirk, pulling his thick cock out slowly. Your pussy clenched around nothing and pushed out the hot, sticky cum until Bucky was lapping it up. You let out the most wanton mewl at the feeling of his warm tongue sliding over your folds, the tip of his tongue dipping inside your sensitive hole until he dragged it lightly over your engorged clit. He flicked his tongue over the very sensitive pearl and tears prickle at your waterline from how overstimulated you feel.

You squeezed your tits just to grab something as your man drank your juices, beard rubbing against your thighs as you try to squeeze your thighs around his head instinctively to shy away from his actions. His hands pry your legs back open, peering over your mouth with cum and juices glistening in his beard.

“Be a good girl, baby, let daddy have his desert and cum just one more time for me,”Bucky demanded,”You can do it, cause you’re daddy’s good girl.”

“I-I am, fuck, ‘m your good girl, daddy.”

With that said, Bucky was back between your thighs for at least another thirty minutes, licking and teasing at your clit and bring you to edge before stopping and teasing once again. Once he had made you cum again, he watched how you shattered from the orgasmic relief and it was then that he finally let you rest in his arms.

Bucky carried you back to his bedroom, soaked in the private bath with you before getting ready for bed. You curled up on his chest, smelling of lavender, and promptly fell asleep after he had exhausted you. He stroked your back gently, gazing down at you so precious and safe in his arms.

He truly was the luckiest man in the world.

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Tied Up

Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; Bucky doesn’t like you “flirting” with one of the security guards so he teaches you a lesson.

Word Count; 973

Warnings; NSFW, 18+ only, Minors DNI, undefined age-gap, “cheating”, language, cursing, Sir!kink, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, teasing, oral (male receiving), mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; I don’t know if people have forgotten about me but hello! It’s been a few months since I’ve written anything but I’m slowly getting back to writing again as I’ve missed it so much. This writing was a WIP that I started before my break and that I’ve managed to finish up a few days ago. I’m sorry if it’s not so good as I’m still a bit rusty and trying to get back into the groove of writing like I used to. Enjoy and let me know what you think :) Follow me on TikTok as well for Bucky edits (if you want)

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Your body laid spread out on the soft and silky bed sheets in Bucky's room. Your wrists tied up to the headboard, not too tight but not too loose that it would give you the chance to escape out of the situation you had put yourself in.

How had you ended up in this position with Bucky towering over your tied up form, looking like a predator inspecting his prey? Bucky claims you had been “flirting” with one of the security guards at the company’s building.

You had come over to your dad's work to drop something off that he had requested from you. While waiting for him in the lobby you had taken up a conversation with one of the security guards, Ethan. Ethan had always been polite towards you when you would have a quick chat. He was around your age. You considered him a friend, nothing more than that, no feelings towards him. Of course, he was handsome but there was nothing more than friendship there. But Bucky had thought otherwise.

Bucky had come out from his office and had caught the sight of the two of you. He felt jealousy creeping inside him as you laughed at something Ethan said. Your hand gripping his shoulder as you tried to contain yourself.

A text was delivered to your phone soon after you left, saying that you needed to come over to his house later tonight. His estranged wife, Natalie, was away for a few days, so you had the house to yourselves.

Bucky was still inspecting your naked form as the few seconds of memories of how you had ended up in this position flooded your mind. His dick was fully erect as pre-cum oozed out of his slit.

All you wanted was to touch him. You so badly needed to feel his dick, in your hand, the back of your throat or brushing that sweet spot inside of you. You didn’t care. Whatever he allowed you would happily take. You just needed him one way or another.

“You want to touch me, princess?” he teased you. His voice was slightly hoarse as he spoke to you.

“Please, let me touch you.”

Your wrists struggled against the restraints he had put on you. All you wanted was to get out of them to make him feel good.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go and fuck that Ethan guy? It looked like you were getting along pretty nicely earlier today. Do you want his dick instead of mine you little whore?” The tone of his voice had a slight hint of anger and jealousy. Clearly, the sight of you and Ethan together had made him just a bit insecure.

“No, Sir. I only want you. No one else.”

You watched as he spits in the palm of his hand and brought it down towards his dick and start moving his hand up and down on himself. A rough groan escapes his lips when he grips his length with each stroke to his red and sensitive head.

You let out a soft whimper as you toss and turn on the covers, wanting nothing more than replace his hand with yours and jerk him off as you suck his balls in your mouth.

“You want it, baby girl? Beg for it. Let me hear how much you need it.”

He pumps his hand at a faster pace. He loved the sight he had in front of him. The curves of your body on the bed, tossing and turning, and the desperation in your eyes to have him in your grasp had his dick twitch in his grasp.

“Please, Bucky. Please, I want to be the one that touches you. I need it, I need you so bad.”

His lips curved upwards on one side in a smirk as he watched you writhe on the bed, trying to get out of the bonds he had put you in. He always loved how out of your mind he could make you without much effort.

“... please…”

After much pleading, he finally gave in to your soft prays and begs for him. With his other hand, he reached down and, gracefully, untied your wrists from the headboard.

With the palms of your hand on his chest, you pushed him back some so that you could graciously get down on your knees for him. His cock right in your face had you in awe.

“Finish me off, kitten.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Replacing his hand with your own, you took a moment to such his balls before you wrapped your hand around him to jerk him off at the pace he had held for himself. You stuck your tongue out, wanting to taste him so desperately.

“Cum for me, Sir.”

Your tongue gave him encouraging little licks to his tip to edge him on to finish on your awaiting tongue. His hand fist in your hair as his hot cum burst out of his tip and landed on your tingling tongue. Your hand kept its pace on him as you jerked him off for all he had to give you.

When he had calmed himself down some you showed him your cum-filled mouth before you closed it and swallowed his whole load. You couldn’t help but moan out at his taste you loved so much.

“Show me.”

You stuck your tongue out again to show that you had indeed taken all he gave you like the good girl you were. He let out a satisfied moan as his hand pet your hair to show you his appreciation.

“You are something else, kitten. Did this teach you a lesson as to not make me upset? To learn that I own you, baby?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Such a good and pretty girl for me, doll.”

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