#bucky barnes x assassin reader

[marvelflame2010]

Y/n: This fly has decided to fly too close to me and therefore shall be sentenced to death!

Bucky: *handing Y/n a fly swatter and sighing* Doll, can't you say 'I'm gonna kill this fly that's bugging me' normally?

Y/n: *mid fly murder* THIS FLY HATH CHOSEN DEATH!

Bucky: Ok, my love

[navybrat817]

Take You Higher

Summary: Most people don't have an assassin waiting for them in the backseat of their car, but it's your lucky day.

Pairing: Assassin!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Almost 3.2k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, unprotected s/ex, car s/ex, p/ossessive behavior, w/eapons, pet names, canon divergent, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Nix provided me with a beautiful edit of Bucky and I began a new AU, A Different Call. This is for you, Nix, and I can't wait to share more of this world.❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was later than usual as you made your way toward your car, your gaze darting from left to right before you checked your phone. There was just enough light illuminating the lot where you could see where you were going, but not much else beyond your path. Everyone said it wasn't safe to walk alone at night, but you took your chances. The keys between your fingers made a quick weapon for anyone who got too close. If anyone was dumb enough to put their hands on you, the sting from the brass would be the least of their worries.

It’s almost fun when people underestimate me.

Your gaze moved to the ground before you got to the driver’s side, satisfied that no one was underneath your car as you tucked your phone in your bag. There were no vehicles on either side of yours for anyone to grab you and pull you in. If people had the chance to look inside your head, they might think you’re paranoid. You’d argue you had your own reasons to be. Danger lurked in the darkness, waiting to strike the moment anyone let their guard down.

What people didn't know was that shadows often lingered by the light and the most trustworthy of people wore masks in the form of smiles. You learned to live in the shade and make your own fragments of light. While trusting people didn’t come to you as easily, there were a few you let in. Those who didn’t mind living in the gray.

But according to the one you let in the most, you were the one who brought color into the world.

Glancing at the passenger side seat, you smiled to yourself as you got into the car and locked the door. Normally you reached right for the seatbelt. Tonight, you sat still and took a deep breath. A combination of a sweet and musky fragrance greeted you. It smelled like home.

It was why you didn’t flinch when you felt the muzzle of a gun against the side of your neck.

"Didn't anyone teach you to check the backseat before you get in a vehicle?"

The deep timbre of the voice behind you sent a chill down your spine that settled at the base. Daring to glance at the rearview mirror, you were met with a pair of cold blue eyes and a face framed by long brown hair. His lips were set in a grim line that accentuated the scruff surrounding them. Even with how spacious the back of your car was, he took up a good amount of space with his massive frame.

Death in the form of the most handsome man alive.

James “Bucky” Barnes. A former Army Sergeant turned assassin for S.H.I.E.L.D.’s STRIKE team. Most of the intelligence community referred to him as the Winter Soldier.

You simply called him yours, like he called you his.

"Maybe I’ve been waiting for an assassin to try and take me out. Only for me to flip the script and have him spare my life," you answered, smiling when he pressed the gun a bit harder against your neck. You wondered if he felt your pulse race through the metal. "Maybe even make him fall madly in love with me."

He didn't smile back at your reflection, but warmth filled his eyes in a familiar and tender gaze. "What if this assassin is already madly in love with you?"

You swallowed as he traced the barrel down to your shoulder. "Then I guess I win."

“We both win,” he whispered, sitting back in his seat and taking his gun with him. “Get back here.”

“You don’t want us to drive home?” you asked, though you made no move to put the key in the ignition.

“I said get back here,” he growled, your heart beating faster. You knew what that tone meant. You’d be lucky if you were able to walk tomorrow. “Now.”

Huffing playfully when you caught his narrowed eyes in the mirror again, you still decided to push just a little. “Bossy. Give me a second so I can- Bucky!”

You weren’t sure how he managed, but he moved your seat back far enough to grab and pull you beside him. And he managed to put his gun away before you collided with him. It didn’t surprise you though. Your man had multiple skills and was likely pent up from waiting in your car. You were pent up, too.

“Missed you,” he whispered, forcing you to straddle him.

When he framed your face with calloused hands, you expected him to pull you in for a kiss. But his eyes searched yours for a moment and you knew he was committing you to his memory once more. The love of your life had his head messed with a long time ago to the point where he lost control of his own actions and memories. While he was in a better place now, you never questioned when he needed to look at you for a second longer than usual.

If gazing at me grounds you, I’ll let you stare forever.

“I missed you, too,” you breathed, moaning when he finally brought his lips to yours and parted them with his tongue.

You didn’t realize how fast your heart was racing until Bucky slid a hand to your chest, teasing your breast through the fabric. Knowing he was back home with you was both a comfort and a sigh of relief. In the line of work the two of you were in, the promise of tomorrow was never one you could make. It made each moment that much more precious.

“Not gonna make it another minute without being inside you,” he warned you, shoving your dress up to your hips and careful to avoid the knife strapped to your thigh. You wore the garment, and the weapon he gave you, with the expectation he’d be home today. “Tell me you need me.”

“I always need you, Bucky,” you said, grinding your hips in a slow rhythm. Your barely clad pussy rubbed against the bulge in his jeans and it was enough to make his head fall back. “You need to be inside me? Need to feel my pussy around your big cock?”

“Yes. When we get home, I’ll make love to you,” Bucky snarled, making you gasp when he grasped your underwear and tore it from your body. “But I need to fuck you first, so be good and take my cock out.”

You rubbed yourself against the front of his jeans again to leave a wet spot before you raised your hips. “You better not be hurt,” you teased, but your eyes flashed in a warning as you unbuckled his belt.

“You’re free to check me when we get home. After we're in bed,” he offered, bringing a hand to your face again so you’d look into his eyes. No one ever looked at you with such devotion until he came into your life. “But I’m okay."

In a world full of lies, you trusted him completely.

"If you're okay, I'm okay," you whispered, wasting no more time as you unzipped his pants and reached inside his underwear. The size of him never ceased to amaze you. It also left you in awe how hard he felt in your hand when you wrapped your fingers around him. You might not make it another minute either without him inside you.

If anyone walked by and happened to look in the window, they’d get quite a show. At least before Bucky got his gun out and pointed it in their direction. The man would be able to find a way to shoot someone and fuck you at the same time.

"Take me in," he ordered, gripping your hips as you guided him to your waiting hole. "Please."

Bucky wasn't desperate or a man who begged. But the strain in his voice and the raw need that shone in his eyes, it told you how much he needed you. It was a heady feeling to bring the often cold assassin to the brink. It was also an honor that he trusted you when he let those walls down.

"God," you moaned as you sank down agonizingly slowly, locking eyes with him as you did as he ordered and took him into you inch by inch. It didn't matter that he didn't stretch you first. The sting was one you welcomed since you both asked for it. Who cared if you were a little sore tomorrow when you knew he'd take good care of you?

He exhaled as he allowed you a moment to adjust. It wouldn't be long until he rolled his hips up. "Only name I want you to speak is mine. Because if there is a god here tonight, it's me."

Bucky may not be a god in the literal sense, but he had been the beginning of your salvation. You walked beside him when he offered his hand. It was the path you were meant to take.

And you had almost forgotten how good it felt to have him inside you.

"Then fuck me properly, Bucky," you said, kissing him again because you could.

A low and dark grunt rumbled against your lips as he moved beneath you. Your body enveloped him in a tender and heated embrace, welcoming him home. He'd encourage you to ride him and match his pace shortly. For now, you savored every thrust of his cock, thick and bare, nothing separating you. Both of you preferred it that way.

"Ride it. Show me how much you missed me," he groaned after a minute, bringing a strong hand to the back of your neck. Your heart raced as you watched his eyes darken more. "Look at me. Don't you fucking look away."

A whimper fell from your lips, eager to please him as you braced yourself on his shoulders and raised your hips. The slow slide of his cock along your slick walls felt heavenly before you moved back down. You'd bounce on his cock all night if he let you. "So full," you moaned, never wanting to be empty again.

“Still tight no matter how many times I fuck you,” he said, licking his lips as he leaned back against the seat. The slight shift in the angle had him pushing deeper inside you and you weren’t ashamed of the loud cry you let out. “Perfect pussy and it’s all mine.”

You clenched around him at his words, your body tingling as you fucked yourself on his cock. He met you halfway, a subtle indication that you were equals and partners. Two halves of a whole. Living, breathing proof that soulmates existed in some capacity.

A reward for the hell you both went through.

“I need you to come in me,” you begged, shuddering when the head of his cock brushed your g-spot. Unduliated pleasure rippled from head to toe as he swore in Russian. His release dripping out of you later would serve as a beautiful reminder of his claim. He had every part of you. “Please. I've been so empty without you."

"I need you to come on it first,” he groaned, fucking up into with enough force that you had to grip his shirt to hold on. You weren't just heading toward your climax. He was going to catapult you there. “Give it to me and I’ll give it to you. Come. Make a mess all over me.”

Bucky gripped your chin before your head could fall back, making sure you stared in his eyes as you came. Your pleasure belonged to him and you accepted that as you shivered through your orgasm, unashamedly gushing around him. Your pussy was exceptionally greedy when it came to him and you weren’t ready to come down from the high just yet.

“That’s it. Give me everything,” he demanded, holding you still so he could thrust deep and chase his own release. Your walls twitched, the wet, sucking sound adding to the addition of your soft moans and his grunts. You gave it all and were ready to take everything he gave you in return.

“Give it to me, too, Bucky," you pleaded through the haze. "I can take it.”

He pressed his forehead to yours as he moaned your name, holding you close as he spilled inside you. Bringing a hand up to grip his hair as his hips stilled, you smiled as he let out another moan. You breathed heavily before giving him a peck on the lips, smiling wider as he began to catch his breath. His eyes always took on a gorgeous shade of blue when pleasure clouded them.

“Welcome home,” you exhaled, trying to move beside him.

“Wait,” he whispered, firmly bringing your hips back down and keeping him around his thick thighs. You gasped at the friction against your clit, your body wanting more already. “Just. Stay like this.”

He buried his face against the side of your neck, nosing along your skin as he evened out his breathing. It was almost a ritual when he came back from an assignment to hold you this way. If you weren’t in your car, your clothes would have been torn to shreds or thrown on the floor. Which you fully expected once he drove you home.

And you would make him drive since he decided to ambush you in the best possible way.

“You sure you’re okay?” you whispered after a minute, his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace. "Nothing went wrong on your assignment?"

“It went off without a hitch,” he answered, mouthing at your pulse. “It's just getting harder to be away from home. Away from you.”

The slight vulnerability in his tone made you pause before your fingers gently combed through his hair, your heart still beating fast. You didn't have a home until the two of you made one together. “I get it,” you whispered.

Before you, Bucky didn’t mind most of his missions. That changed once he took you under his wing. It comforted him to have someone else watching his back. But the rare assignments he had to take alone, he liked them less and less as time went on. He hated being away from you.

It pained you, too.

You whined in surprise when he bit down hard on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “You didn’t look in the backseat. Why not?"

The post orgasm bliss faded at the slight growl in his tone, yet aroused you all over again.

"Because Steve gave me a heads up that he saw you before I went into the parking lot and I checked the motion detector on my car through my phone,” you told him as his tongue soothed the sting. He could avoid being seen, so he likely wanted his best friend or you to spot him. You were all careful otherwise. "You also left me the all clear signal on the passenger seat."

Spotting the bouquet tied with a single blue ribbon before you got in the car, you knew it was safe to get in and that he was waiting for you. He bought Peruvian flowers for you on your first date and chose them because of the beauty and color. He said that you brought those things back into his life. It became a signal for the two of you, as well as a token of affection.

Maybe one day, I'll have his last name as the ultimate sign of devotion.

Bucky always had those specific flowers for you when he returned from a mission and often bought them for you just because he wanted to. And if a day ever went by that he didn’t have the flowers upon coming home, or if the flowers were out of the ordinary, you’d know something was wrong. You had your own signals for him, too.

“That punk,” he said, kissing back to your lips. “He's lucky he's my friend. I wanted to surprise you."

He could count on less than one hand how many people he loved and trusted. You and Steve were two of the very few. It was only natural that the S.T.R.I.K.E. member and former Captain kept an eye out for you and vice versa. Someone important to Bucky was important to you.

Not to mention, Steve was a good man. It seemed like there weren't many left in the world. You saw why your lover respected him and called him a friend.

“And just when have you managed to surprise me?" you asked.

"The first time we saw each other face to face," he replied.

The day he was supposed to kill you.

“That's true," you agreed after a beat. "You don’t regret choosing to save me?”

Bucky pulled back with the softest smile on his face as your heart swelled in your chest. The look of love in his eyes nearly stole the oxygen from your lungs. His thumb brushed your cheek and it shocked you when he wiped away a tear. You didn’t know it had fallen.

“I regret a lot of things in my life, but you will never be one of them,” he assured you, kissing the spot where he brushed away your tear. “I’ll never regret loving you, Kitten.”

You raked your fingers softly along his scalp. He called you that before the two of you fought and the nickname stuck. You didn’t mind it. Your stealth, flexibility, and reflexes were catlike at times. He picked up on those things immediately.

“And I’ll never regret being yours, Killer," you swore. He'd never let anyone else call him that. "Or loving you.”

You understood the assassin better than most. To some degree, you knew what it was like not to be in control. Choices were taken away from you. People used the two of you for their gain, but he helped put you on a path of hope.

All because he made a different call that fateful day.

“Put your claws away,” he groaned when you moved your nails along his head again, making him rock inside you. His stamina drove you wild. “Or we’ll have round two here instead of in our bed.”

“But you promised you’d take me home and make love to me.”

"And I will, but I may need to ruin you here one more time,” he smirked, slipping his tongue into your mouth before you could argue.

If he wants to use sex as a weapon, I’ll happily accept every wound.

Before the night was over, he took you home and made love to you as he promised. He held you so close against him that it was as if you shared one breath. He even watched you as you fell asleep, an unexpected fear gripping him. In the back of his mind, he sensed that someone was still out there waiting to take you away from him.

But if anyone ever tried, he'd burn the word down to save you all over again.

Let's hope no one is dumb enough to go after Kitten. Love and thanks! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ KoFi

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Tangerine: I do what I want!

Lemon: I’m calling y/n.

Tangerine: No, wait—

[buckrecs]

2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 1

masterlist | ✨- fav fics | status - complete

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. hurts like hell by @extremelyblackandwhite

Bucky x Maximoff!Reader

she loses him at the battle of wakanda and grows into a morally grey witch trying to gain him back.

2. Broken by @soulgazingwithbucky

Bucky x Reader

You built the bridge between you and Bucky Barnes, but he only knows how to watch things burn.

3. Blood Petals by @picassho-18

Mob!Bucky x Assassin!Reader

When the famous death hungry assassin, the Blood Mistress, and the charismatic mob boss of Brooklyn city, James Barnes meet, heads will most definitely roll.

4. It’s A Match by @ofstarsandvibranium

Chubby!Bucky x Reader

You’re back home for Spring Break and you’re swiping through Tinder in the middle of the night. You come across the profile of your high school history teacher that you may or may not have had a slight crush on. Throwing impulse control out the window, you swipe right. Lo and behold, you’re shocked to find that you matched.

5. Ruin by @sinner-as-saint

Mob!Bucky x Reader

You work at a café owned by your family, close to your uni. And most of your days are pretty laid back and calm, but that is until you catch the eye of the mob boss. Your cute skirts and soft sweaters make him weak. Your innocence captivates him. And he wants you, badly. He wants you in his bed, wants his hand under those cute little skirts… he wants to ruin you. 

6. A Taste for Older Men by @seventven

DBF!Bucky x Reader

y/n is moving back in with her parents after breaking up with her college boyfriend. due to an emergency at work, y/n’s dad is unable to pick her up and sends his friend bucky in his stead. to bucky’s surprise, y/n is no longer the innocent girl he remembers from years back.

7. Always by @jadedvibes

Best Friend!Bucky x Reader

Bucky realizes he's in love with you right before graduation, but you accepted a job offer across the country. Fortunately, nothing, not even distance can hinder the way you feel about one another.

8. Running From the Past by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings and change her appearance in minor ways, though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD.

9. Operation: Faking It…? by @povlvr

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Surely faking a relationship to improve the public opinion of one beefy super solider known as Bucky Barnes would be the easiest of mission for two well seasoned Avengers? Tony Stark seems to think so & decides to task you with 'Operation: Faking it', but what happens when you realise there might be less faking needed than originally planned?

10. Misconceptions by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have…

11. Bucky & the Beast by @thejamesoldier

Assistant!Bucky x Boss!Reader

“You were an asshole back in high school but now you’re my boss.”

12. Buckyvision by @fictionalmemories ✨

Bucky x Reader

While fighting Wanda with you, Bucky gets hit with her power and wakes up to a reality that’s not his own.

13. Best. Date. Ever | Best. Proposal. Ever by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bucky x Reader

This wasn’t quite what you had in mind.

14. Just Like You by @ladyfallonavenger

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

The Reader loses Bucky in the snap and life presents a whole new challenge.

15. Heart of Steal by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Sir James is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. Ballads have been written about him. Men fear him. He is the most trusted knight of the King Henry. So why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to Princess Y/N? 

16. will you love me tomorrow? by @buckys-darling

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky are friends who fuck and nothing more. That’s what you’ll keep telling yourself, at least.

17. I Needed You by @ofheroesandvillains ✨

Bucky x Reader

Reader tries to make sense of her feelings, it doesn’t really go too well, especially when Bucky already has a girl. 

18. sweet by @noceurous

FWB!Bucky x Reader

it was something cliche but your fuck buddy fell for you nonetheless, even though you swore you would never do relationships again. But rules are meant to be broken.

19. Hope Of It All by @bethdutten ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

set between WS and CW; after saving Steve and breaking from Hydra, Bucky remembers you from the helicarrier. He doesn’t know where else to go.

20. Season Of The Witch by @msmarvelwrites

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much. 

21. The Last Word by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x Reader

you and Bucky never get along, it’s not that you hate him- it’s just that he always finds ways to get on your nerves. You’ve had enough of it.

22. Super Mom by @marvelous-imagining

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

23. Take Me Out by @shamevillain

Assassin!Bucky x Assassin!Reader

You and Bucky are both professionally trained assassins. Both contracted to kill the other. Both completely unaware.

24. Like I Want You by @tmpestuous

College!Bucky x Reader

you and bucky have been best friends your entire life and it’s never been anything but platonic. so why do things get so bad when he gets a new girlfriend?

25. Overthinking by @galaxy-siren

Bucky x Assistant!Reader

Tony and Bruce’s lab assistant, Y/N, is harboring feelings for Bucky. When she accidentally texts him that he’s cute, she overthinks the whole situation. It might just take the meddling of the other Avengers to work this out.

26. So This Is Love by @ofstarsandvibranium

Chubby!College!Bucky x Reader

friend and roommate, Bucky, is a bit of an annoying fuckboy. He sleeps around as well as tries to be as annoying to you as possible. But here’s the thing: you don’t mind any of it.

27. Some Alpha by @/ofstarsandvibranium

Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.

28. The Favors by @bbyboybucket

Virgin!Bucky x Reader

Reader assumes that Bucky is experienced due to him being a ladies man in the 40s, however, she finds out that he’s never been touched and decides to help him out.

29. take my breath away by @buckycuddlebuddy ✨

Dilf!Neighbor!Pornstar!Bucky x Reader

who knew that your silent, very good-looking neighbor with the cutest kid was such a devil under his grumpy and quiet behavior... 

30. Capital Letters by @sinner-as-saint

Writer!Bucky x Assistant!Reader

James Buchanan Barnes, one of the best, most admired and affluent authors of your time turns out to be nothing but a heartless man... or so you thought. 

[firegal19]

Peter: Y/n got into a fight at school.

Steve: Is she ok?

Bucky: Did she win?

[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: while you + your husband just want to stay warm in your bed, duty calls once again; a/n: i actually really love this one and hope you lovelies do, too!; cw: explicit mentions of sex, canon-typical assassins, soft!bucky; pairing: bucky x f!reader, fatws era

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The first sound you hear in the morning is a low moan that rises from the depths of a throat, and so too does the arm around your waist tighten slightly in the slow, drawn-out waking from sleep. A shock of dark hair buries further in your neck from behind, as if taking in your scent.

It sounds again, that quiet complaint, a lighter note than what comes through beneath. You can’t make out its origin but nor do you care; you hear only those moans.

Breath still warm from sleep in the furrow of your neck, its join to the shoulder; the closeness of two loved bodies still naked from a night — and dawned morning — of sex.

This is all that you care for — all that takes your thoughts as your stir. What you know is the smell of the man that you love as he makes his sleep-guided protests.

For you hear it now quite plainly as your eyes part on the room; an obnoxiously loud, deep knocking on your wooden apartment front door. Worse still is how it is coupled with the sound of a voice growing further irate, and one that you thought inconsiderate when taking in the hour.

It was just six a.m.

But Sam Wilson wasn’t known for his patience — not when it came to you and your husband. His voice rang out through the walls as you sighed and ignored him, curling more against Bucky. “You guys, will you get your damn asses out of bed?” Clearly, he was wasting no time.

You groaned, hating him for that moment alone, and despising how this time was cut short. You knew this was part of the life that you lived, but today? Did it have to be now? If you turned in those arms that you loved so well, you knew you wouldn’t get up from this bed.

Frankly, these slow days spent undressed and flush against him were the best ones, and his sleepy smile most precious.

He clearly agreed.

Because as you lifted his hand from your waist between yours and raised it to your lips for a kiss, he once again made that low sound — though this time much deeper, a deliberate message. And so it was with aching regret that your smile spread wider, just adoring this man, but still then pulled his hand to the side of the bed, and detached yourself from underneath it.

“M’ not letting you go, you gotta stay.” The words were spoken muffled into pillows, yet you heard them. Knew well enough each nuance of his voice. All it took was his lips at the back of your nape and you were plaint once more in his warmth, and you could swear that you didn’t want anything then as much as just to hold him, and be held. Soon as that, his arm had come up where it was and re-settled, more embracing than before. It was his arm of skin and bone and yet you couldn’t hope to move it, didn’t want to as you huffed a laugh and kissed its side instead.

“Honey, i’m gonna have to get the door,” you murmured quietly, entwining your fingers once more between his and laying it back flush against your stomach. You made no move to get up despite the words you’d just admitted, and despite how Sam’s incessant knocking was only increasing in volume.

At that you spared a brief thought to the mostly old residents of your apartment complex — neighbours of your building who now surely hated the couple at no. 16.

So you yelled out an answer of ‘I’m coming!’, and resigned yourself to just another morning up early. And this time, when you managed to disentangle yourself from Bucky, you laughed as you fumbled away from his reached out attempt to snag your waist back to his side.

You managed to climb up off the bed, yet you still turned back for one lasting kiss.

You couldn’t resist it.

It was always like this, every morning: he stole one more kiss and you let him each time. Only now it wasn’t a blaring alarm you awoke to, like you used to on missions; instead it was the tones of a man gone beyond waiting, and surely only moments away from coming through the goddamn window.

Still, now you just couldn’t care for the world and the demands it would make of your husband, nor for the asks it would claim in due penance for you to atone for your great many sins.

You knew if it was truly urgent then Sam’s tone wouldn’t have been so cranky as it was. Both you and Buck knew your fellow Avenger well enough to know that his old, familiar crabbiness was casual.

So why not let him wait and damn well cook?

And it came to be that you drew out this one sole moment, and you cherished soft lips on your own — familiar lips, more so than your name. They were the same of which you’d given yourself to over and again so gladly, making up years across which you’d spent loving with your heart the very man they belonged to. His hands, too, those that had known and loved each inch of your body, soon found your waist; found each place they could touch as he deepened the kiss — made it lasting, brought heat.

Throughout those seconds that finished too soon, Bucky’s head had reared up from his pillow; eager to pin you beneath him again as you’d spent so many hours last night. As such, he had leant up on his elbows for whatever more access it could grant him to hold you, and as you kissed him you wondered how on earth it got this good; how on earth you were supposed to resist him.

God damn the gorgeous man who wanted to love you all over again, who wanted to say fuck off to the world and have his girl on her back, wanting more. “Cmon, won’t you just come back to bed with me, baby?” he spoke against your lips, voice all breath. Such was the nature of your marriage that these first morning kisses never struck you as gross.

Indeed, it was almost enough to persuade you to ring Sam and ask what he wanted, as your husband’s tongue made a slow show of re-learning your mouth, as his kiss grew more thorough. It was as if he hadn’t had it coaxing out cries from your lips all night long and just hours ago; like he hadn’t been using that mouth to show you just how much he thought his wife to be worth worshipping.

You swore to yourself again and again that you didn’t care just what Sam Wilson wanted; there was Bucky, there was you, there was the night you’d spent in love. There was the cold metal kiss of your husband’s wedding band as it met the warm skin of your waist.

But nor was it in your nature to ignore the very man who had become so like a loved one to you both. In truth, you’d formed a trio that no breadth of years could break, and you knew as well as Bucky did that yes — you’d go to the door.

And so, you did think as you made to get up, that it was almost as if your husband forgot that he alone was not your flat’s great assassin. That for all of what he thought were sly manoeuvres, you could match them. You knew each tell and movement of his body.

When you pulled back he groaned against your mouth once again, though now relented as he watched you retreat. Your eyebrows raised, amused, to see his slowly spreading smile — the look so self-satisfied and male that you knew just exactly where his filthy thoughts had gone to.

It was precisely the place where — if you were honest — your thoughts had not strayed far from all morning.

But now there was no time to indulge them as you let out a laugh so like music to his ears, and swung your legs over the bed at long last and began to search in vain for some clothes.

From sex you were still naked, and so made to grab a sheet to wrap around you. Better still would’ve been Bucky’s shirt or yours, though where they’d been thrown and discarded in your haste for skin on skin was unknown, and you did lack the time to look. So as you fumbled for anything to cover up your modesty — though relished the thought of Sam’s expression if you didn’t when you opened the door — you settled on the sheet with little options remaining, braving the journey from bed.

You left Bucky to his low-toned mumblings as your feet struck bare on the hardwood floor, cursing the shock of the cold and your lack of foresight to have donned your warm woollen socks. Still, it wasn’t as though you could concentrate on much else than the presence outside, and you thought to yourself as you made to the hall that you and Bucky really were out of practice.

Neither one of you had been an active Avenger for the past couple of months, instead testing out this new life. Sam alone continued with the legacy of Captain America while all that you and Bucky prioritised was making up for so many years of lost time. No doubt that was why you now found it so hard to rally your strength, and not only for the fact that your legs were still weak from last night.

Too weak for Bucky’s ego, it would seem.

For it was something that your husband hadn’t failed to notice as you’d stood from your bed just now, his evident pride in a smirk on his face as you threw a one-fingered gesture over your shoulder in response.

You guessed that with so many days spent now together — just like this in your shared home, and sharing love — you were somewhat retired. Yet here Sam was — that early bird — standing just the other side of lacquered wood.

You opened the door on his disgruntled face, smiling sweetly in the small reach of the space. You’d only unlatched the lock but kept the chain in place across, keeping a distance between the two of you as you looked on his deep, furrowed brow. “Good morning,” you offered as you swallowed your mirth, hearing footsteps sounding lightly from your bedroom.

By that alone, God damn your heart for leaping as per always, beating harder just alone from knowing how he shared your space.

But as Sam started off again with an “I swear if you don’t get —” you hastily re-closed the door for a moment to unlatch the chain and pull it open wide.

“Yeah yeah we get it, Wilson, you’re gonna whoop our asses, whatever.” You stood by as he strode through the door, his Falcon wings — though folded — still obtrusive in the space. The apartment you shared with your husband was modest, but enough for two ex-assassins used to cells.

This, by that contrast, was comparative luxury.

And more than that, it was peace. It was life beyond the war and had been years of needed quiet. Or at the very least it had been until oversized birds found it prudent to intrude.

With a brief glance behind at the empty hall and stairwell, you shut the door right after him and re-locked all its bolts. Yes, you may’ve been safe here but you were an assassin; old habits died hard.

“Are you even gonna tell us what you’re here for?” you then thought to ask, hearing Bucky’s choice words coming from the bedroom. The old, small smile that found you was the one he always brought, as the telltale sounds of his cursing revealed that he too was in search for lost clothes.

And you were cold in your sheet.

Indeed, on you voicing the question, it seemed only then Sam noticed you stood practically naked. This was the first time he had looked your way, and you battled with the impulse of teasing.

Because for sure, his eyes had widened and a faint blush had crept up his neck, further darkening the skin of his face that had always been handsome, you knew. Sam fumbled for a response but seemed to find none that would save him, though right then Bucky emerged in the doorway to your bedroom, standing shirtless and looking damn well good for it.

That smile birthed anew.

You supposed meanwhile that you looked a mess with your hair so tangled about you, mussed up as it had been by those hands that you ached for even still, these hours later. It seemed that no matter how many rounds you went, you wanted more of him — all of him — again. And so now, with last night’s makeup smeared around your eyes and lips, it was no secret that the two of you had had a busy night.

And at that, a busy morning too when neither one of you had wanted to stop.

It was then that you caught the first glimpse of your face in reflection in the mirror of your hall, having simply not worried to check yourself before padding out to the front door. Now though, you saw how your neck was so peppered in marks where Bucky’s mouth had been on you; where he had wanted to make himself known on your body in the throes of such passion you’d shared.

Heat pooled between your legs at the thought, and you had at least the good grace to blush. But as you moved out into the living room in wake of Sam’s progression, you touched a self-conscious hand to your skin. It did nothing for the place your mind strayed to; still, you now relived the feel of him.

You and Bucky alone knew how much further those marks travelled — knew they grouped at the curve of your breasts and down to your stomach, growing sparse from there on. Precisely why that was, as well, you both kept to yourselves; how the need had overtook and then centred his mouth on parts of you much harder to bruise.

Parts that now were remembering well how his tongue had felt bringing release.

God, once you got him to yourself once again you’d be paying him back for the ache.

Frankly, it was a blessing that Sam didn’t have the super soldier senses you did. Both you and Bucky were loath to think of just how much worse it could’ve been; of how much more deeply indignant Sam’s sounds of complaint would be then, as to now.

The whole apartment — you both — just spelt out sex. Blatant sex.

“Sam, are you eyeing up my wife?” Bucky leant against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest, one eyebrow cocked up on the same side that one corner of his mouth had turned up in wry humour.

Sam’s head snapped to him, and he let out a groan. “Oh, man — you too? You guys are nasty.”

Because as he stood there in the rays of the sun so newly risen that were coming through your slatted window blinds, you saw twin marks all along Bucky’s neck that matched your own — saw them going further down his chest.

Purple marks — clear love bites — pinched his fairer skin to bruised, light in places where your teeth alone had dragged, deeper still where you’d sucked.

Neither one of you now had the presence to look or feel ashamed. It just wasn’t true, and any embarrassment you’d felt had diminished with the shadows on his skin.

In fact, as your eyes appraised your recent handiwork, you felt stirrings much more deliberately south than of shame. And warmer, too.

Loving him was easier than breathing and you missed him even as you stood just feet away.

So clutching the sheet to your body despite how it dwarfed your height trailing behind, you crept in a weighed down shuffle to your husband’s bare side, sidling into his hold. In an instant, his arm settled firm on your waist, now in company just like as in private.

“Sam we’re not nasty, we’re married.” You tried to appease him, just rolling your eyes.

“Yeah right,” he relented in that sarcastic tone, and you shook with your restraint against laughing.

It was precisely the relationship the three of you had for him to be like this, to tease you this way. And God bless his heart, but you loved him — and knew Bucky cared for him just the same, too.

With his name in your head all over again, thoughts of last night played out in a montage. It moved in rapid fire but you stamped it out right then, pressing a kiss to his chest as you turned your head just so, to the side and to his skin. Right now wasn’t the time to get once again desperate for your husband to fuck you, though it was hard to remember that fact when you looked down upon him at what he was wearing.

It was now that you noticed up close — and with Sam no longer standing between you — that he stood in only black sweatpants, those you’d just bought and loved getting him out of.

Seriously, you needed to be physically restrained. Your cheeks were heating fever-white in a blush, beyond dignity’s hope.

Your eyes closed lightly and a hum moved past your lips as that good warmth once again found you, though this time again from the slanted light that managed to come in through the blinds. It did little to dismiss the growing ache of your arousal, but you knew that whatever news Sam had now brought would mean all hope of lazy Sundays postponed.

Bucky’s arm tightened its hold for a moment in affection and you gave a squeeze back, laying a hand to the small of his back and then moving on past him to the bedroom, to get ready.

You sifted through drawers looking for clothes to put on that were suitable, though for what you didn’t know. And so it was then that Bucky asked that fatal question: Why. Asked for what you’d both been drawn awake and out of effectual retirement.

“So what exactly did you get us out of bed for? I hope for your sake it was worth it.” And though his tone was light you knew he too played back last night, seeing how that sun had played upon your skin from underneath him; how your lips had left red stains where they’d traversed his chest, lower still to his waistband …

Shower water ran hot for you both as you came back into the room, eyes moving between them from one to the other, not landing until either of them spoke. You’d heard each word of their pointed conversation; read the ones that went unsaid between the lines.

Sam hadn’t answered the question.

He saw you both so happy and he hated to disrupt it.

And so your stomach dipped this time in a much different way than to earlier, and with a feeling so much less of pleasure as Sam pursed his lips and said, “It would be better if I showed you.”

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[milli-moi]

Me: * sees the internet has blessed us with new Winterwidow fanfic*

Also me: *reads tags*- ‘reader/bucky Barnes’

[sunflowersoldat]

All is Fair Series Master List

Main Master List

Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter. There are chapters with brutal and dark themes, please ready at your own discretion, warnings will be before each chaptetr!

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Chapters are in chronological order.

All Is Fair-

Under The Gun

In Missions and Motives

In Secrets and Stolen Glances

In False Fronts and High Stakes

In Love and Luck

In Fires and Failure

In Blood and Brothers (Drabble)

In Death and Destruction

In Life and Death

In Blindsides and Broken Hearts

In Consequences and Cavalier

In Trials and Tribulations

In Faith and Falsehoods

In Vendettas and Verity

In History and Heartbreak

In Chaos and Confessions

In Ascension and Enlightenment

In Mistakes and Misery

In Gambits and Ghosts

In Saviors and Sovereignty

In Woes and Wounds

In Waltzes and Wishes (drabble)

In Decisions and Disgrace (drabble)

In Peace and Parallels

In Meetings and Mediation

In Tenacity and Tension

In Disasters and Deceit

In Sabotage and Sucker Punches (drabble)

In Saints and Sinners

In Dead-ends and Devotion

In Love...

Deuce

And War Epilogue Pt. 1

Chip and a Chair (Epilogue)

Continue the story with Bucky's series - Blood in the Water

Extras

The Guide to the Aces

The Ace of Spades (mood board)

Wraith (mood board)

[bisexuawolfsalt]

anybody have some good Father!Bucky fics?

[soldierswar]

Broken Mirrors - Chapter V 

Bucky x Assassin!Reader

Smut, Angst

Warnings: Violence, mild gun use, 18+

Plot: On your quest to figure out what the enemy's next move is, you and Bucky desperately try to fight your feelings for each other.

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            Breathless. Once again, he has you breathless. 

            You groan against his lips as he roughly slams you against the wall pushing his body against yours without pulling his lips away. 

            You feel his hands move up and down your torso, relishing in how his hands linger when they graze the sides of your breasts. 

            Finally, one of his hands slides behind you stopping right above your ass where the zipper begins on your backless dress.

            You let out an anticipatory whimper as he does. As the dress falls, he scans your body eyes wide when he realizes that the only thing that you were wearing under that dress is a lacy thong. 

            He doesn’t waste time attaching his mouth to your neck leaving harsh bites that will definitely leave marks and soothes the bites with his tongue. He eventually moves lower and you feel your wetness pooling between your legs when his mouth reaches contact with your left breast as your right nipple peaks against his right hand. 

            “Please,” you beg breathlessly, and you can feel that devious smile of his against your sensitive skin. 

            “Please, what?” he growls. 

            The answer is, is that you don’t even know. Your head is spinning, your thoughts reeling, and your body is on fire. What do you want? His mouth? His fingers? His cock?

            The answer is all of the above. All of it. All of him. 

            He stops and removes all contact. 

            Your body trembles with need and you shoot him a look of pure anger stemming from desperation. 

            Mother fucker. 

            As he continues to stare at you have to come to terms that once again, you are completely at his mercy. 

            “Please. Anything,” you whine. 

            He deviously raises an eyebrow and chuckles. 

            “Okay, princess,” he whispers against your ear. 

            How did the nickname he gave you that he knew you hated, sound so good at this very moment?  

            He kisses his way down your body until he’s on his knees before you, and without taking his devilish gaze away from yours he slowly pulls your thong down and lets them fall to your ankles. You promptly kick them off and turn to see that the piece of lace hooks perfectly onto the door handle.  

            “Good aim,” he says. 

            You snort looking at it, and without warning his mouth is against your core pulling a surprised gasp out of you. 

            Your gape at the sight of him ruthlessly licking your clit. 

            He grabs your right leg and hooks it over his shoulder and pushes your hips forward creating a new angle so that he can push his tongue inside of you. 

            You throw your head back and you lose all control of the sounds escaping your mouth. 

            Once again, he pulls away.

            You whimper in protest as he chuckles darkly. 

            “Don’t take your eyes off me, princess.” 

            You swear that stupid nickname just made you wetter. 

            You obey and watch as he laps at you while he stares up at you in a manner that lets you know that he knows that he has you wrapped around his finger. 

            Speaking of his finger, he pushes the middle finger of his metal hand into you and curls it inside of you. Your eyes shut close from the expert friction. And with that, he stops until you shoot him another venomous glare. 

            He then continues to expertly lap at your clit with his tongue and adds both his middle and ring finger. He alternates between curling his fingers in a come hither motion and twisting them inside of you. 

            It’s too much. You need release. 

            You begin to rock your hips, heightening the intensity of what he’s doing to you. You half expect him to stop once again so that he can have all of the control, but he doesn’t. He grips onto your right hip and encourages the motion. He lets out a groan against you, sending a vibration that travels from your clit, up to your spine, and down to your toes. 

            And there it is. That familiar feeling pooling at the bottom of your stomach signaling that you’re close, and by the feeling of your walls fluttering around him he knows. He grows more intense with the strokes of his fingers, and he presses his mouth even more so against you and he eats you harder and faster. 

            Your breath hitches and shudders and now you go silent because you really can’t breathe. 

            He doesn’t stop his torturous ministrations until you…until you—

            “Y/N…Wake up.” 

            Your eyes shoot open, and in a confused state you note the rows of seats all around you and…your arm hooked around Buckys’.  

            You immediately snatch your arm away.

            In a few seconds, everything rushes back to you. You’re on a plane. You’re headed to Madripoor without your uncle knowing, and you’re doing it basically against your will. And once again you just had a dream about the guy that you’re pretty sure that you can’t stand and is low-key your kidnapper.

            “Sleep well?” he asks. 

            You notice that you’re breathing is somewhat erratic and you wonder how long it’s been like that. 

            “You seemed like you were having a nightmare,” he points out.

            ‘Depends on who you ask,’ you mutter in your head.

            You just shake your head and shrug. 

            “I wouldn’t know…I don’t usually remember my dreams,” you lie. You remember ALL of your dreams. Especially the ones about him. 

            Just like the aftermath of the one you had experienced this morning, you can feel an intense pulsing between your legs. You were so close to orgasm in your dreams you swear that you could have had one in real life while you were asleep sans friction. Now all you can think about now is heading to the bathroom to finish the job yourself…Or pulling him by the wrist and taking him with you—

            “Stop it,” you mentally scold yourself. 

            As you unbuckle your seatbelt he immediately takes his hand and buckles it back. Your breath hitches with his hand so close to where you ache for him. 

            You shoot him a confused and angry look. Granted, he doesn’t quite understand the reason for the anger. 

            “We’re about to land,” he responds. 

You look up at the seatbelt sign and see that he’s right. 

“How long was I asleep?” you groan sleepily rubbing your eyes.

“About an hour,” he answers. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seemed like you were having a pretty intense dream…With your head on my shoulder.” 

You bless your skin tone because you would be red as hell from the embarrassment. You shake it off before you can think about it much longer. 

“Stop acting like you care, Barnes,” you chide, and he shrugs it off. 

“Who says I do?” 

You narrow your eyes and relax back in your seat. This is going to be a long trip. 

…

Bucky’s POV

I can’t help but steal glances as she fixes her makeup and jewelry in the mirror. She may get under my skin like no one else, but fuck she’s beautiful. 

Not that I’d ever let her know that I think so. Not that I’m hiding the fact that on that plane while she was having a fucking nightmare with her head on my shoulder I woke up from a dream where I was buried deep inside of her against a wall while she gasped my name over and over again–  

‘Shut the fuck up,’ I groan mentally before I start getting hard in front of her.

She can never know about this. As far as I’m concerned once we’re done I never have to see Y/N again…

“What is it?” Y/N asks suspiciously. 

I didn’t even notice that I was staring in her direction, but damn she looks good in that long, black, back-exposing dress with her long leg propped up on the chair tying her strappy heels and ankle bracelet on.  

‘Fuuuck me,” I think. I swear this woman is trying to seduce me.

“Has anybody told you that you have a bit of a staring problem?” she asks. 

I just give her an annoyed look silently communicating that I’ve been waiting too long for her to get ready. The truth is, I could watch her get ready for hours. 

Everything she did was full of grace. The way she strutted around the room with purpose, the way she fixed her hair, fixed her jewelry; fuck, she even looked good spraying perfume on. 

She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously, and I attempt not to swallow nervously. 

“What is it?” I ask in an annoyed tone. 

“I think I know what’s going on here,” she says.

I’m so fucked. 

“What’s going on is that you’re taking too long,” I snap. 

A maniacal smirk creeps up her lips. Those damn lips that not three hours ago I dreamt about being wrapped around my co– 

‘Focus Bucky,’ the voice in my head snaps.

All I do is raise an eyebrow waiting for her to spit out whatever she thinks is on in my head. 

“I can see it in your eyes, Barnes,” she says melodically. 

“You…You have a crush.” 

Fuck. 

I frown, masking my embarrassment and at least attempt to defer her suspicions. And I’m not exactly sure that crush is the term that I’d say it is. That sounded more like something innocent kids in the schoolyard would say, and frankly what I’ve been feeling for her has been far from innocent.

“A crush on Mia,” she clarifies.

I know that this girl is too smart to think or say something as stupid as that. 

“What?” I snort. 

She pauses to apply dark red lipstick not realizing that she is not helping my situation.

“You’re so concerned about me seeing her. And I see the way that you were just looking at me. You know. Her. Fucking. Replica.” 

I don’t even answer the question and turn around to grab my phone that rests on the couch letting her assume that she’s right, which I assume worked considering her chuckle. 

“So we have our plan straight, right?” I deflect. 

“Uggh,” she groans. 

“Of course I do. We grab Ingrid’s minion, use whatever method needed to get the info we need on what the hell she’s planning, save the world, in turn saving your future wife.” 

She finishes the last part of that sentence with an exaggerated wink accompanied by that drop-dead gorgeous smile that came out when she was teasing.  

I roll my eyes and look down at my phone to distract myself. 

“You know I’m trusting you not to fuck this up,” I warn. 

She mimics my reaction to her and rolls her eyes while she giggles.

“Don’t think we’re done with this conversation,” she chimes mischievously.  

This is going to be a long trip. 

…

The way that he stole glances every now and again since you got dressed up was not helping you. And what helped even less was the semi-formal look that he was wearing. Why did the guy that annoyed the shit out of you have to be so…handsome? 

Luckily at this point, you don’t have to be near him. You’re just a single girl at a fancy party waiting to spot or be spotted by the person you’re looking for. 

“Hey,” Bucky says through your earpiece. 

“I think I found him. To your right by the bar.” 

You look over across the large ballroom of the fancy hotel. And sure enough there he is double-fisting two drinks like it’s an Olympic sport. 

This is going to be way too easy. 

You strut your way over to him pouring the charm extra thick with your walk and demeanor. And just as suspected, he starts taking the bait. 

“Mind if I steal this one?” you chime coquettishly grabbing the second tumblr of brandy from him. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky asks. 

You try not to react so that the guy isn’t suspicious. You’re doing exactly what you’ve been doing best for the better part of your life. 

The guy looks surprised at how bold you’re being, but you just play along. 

“Spend a lot of time here?” you ask. 

The guy is kind of quiet. Subdued. Even a little insecure. This you can work with.  

“Parties aren’t really my thing. I’m just here because of my boss– I’m just here for a work thing.”

You raise an eyebrow. 

“What do you do?” 

You note how Bucky doesn’t protest anymore and just lets you do your thing.

“You ask a lot of questions for someone that I don’t even know.” 

You pout. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

“I’m just not really good at making friends.” 

“Who are you here with? Are you alone?” 

“Now who’s the one with the questions,” you smirk. 

He draws his glass forward and you follow to clink them together. 

“To parties that we hate going to,” he toasts, and you giggle, placing a friendly but suggestive hand on his shoulder while taking a drink. 

“You are way too out of his league to make it believable that you want to flirt with him,” Bucky warns.  

You can’t tell whether this is a compliment or a critique of your methods. Regardless you hold back one of the world’s biggest eye rolls.  

The guy wasn’t terrible looking…If you closed one eye and tilted your head. He was average height, balding a little prematurely if your guess of him being in his mid-thirties is correct. He has a bit of a slouch, but your guess is it’s just from his discomfort from being at this party. 

You continue to talk to him for the next 15 minutes letting him loosen up, and trust you a little bit more…All that while coercing him to get a little more alcohol in his system. Once his words slurred enough to your liking, you whisper in his ear,

“Hey…Before your friends get here, want to sneak out for a bit?” 

His eyes widen and a smile creeps up his lips.  

Sucker. 

“Let’s go to the rooftop,” you suggest enunciating so that Bucky knows exactly where to meet you.

“I heard it’s beautiful up there.” 

He hesitates and looks around and relaxes when he sees that whoever he’s meeting with hasn’t arrived yet. 

You playfully grab his hand and lead the way. 

“Y/N,” Bucky says. 

“Say, ‘this is going to be a lot of fun’  if you want me to meet you there.” 

You stop and think about it as you strut down the hallway up the stairs. Sure, you want to say that you can do this yourself, but your pride getting in the way could get a little bit risky. So reluctantly you say the sentence. 

“This is going to be a lot of fun.” 

And the man agrees.

Before you made it to the top of the building, Bucky let you know that the coast was clear for the roof and nobody should be bothering you guys. 

You giggle as you playfully take both of his hands and walk backwards through the doorway and he happily follows. You can’t deny that in the short period of time since you’ve met, he’s tipsy and unreservedly enamored with you.

“So,” he says suggestively. 

“What do you want to do now?” 

You step closer to him seductively and bring your lips close to his ear. 

“Do you really want to know what I want?” 

His breath hitches as he nods. 

You hike up the long slit of your dress further exposing your leg to swiftly grab the gun strapped to it and press it to his abdomen. 

“I’d love for you to tell me about what the fuck Ingrid is up to right now.”

His eyes widen when he realizes what’s going on. And then they grow even wider when he sees who’s behind your shoulder. 

“You little bitch,” he snarls. 

You pout sarcastically. 

“Now that’s not how you talk to a lady,” Bucky scolds.

You hold back a chuckle. 

He looks defenseless, and you realize that this guy is really unarmed. Who the hell is this bozo to go anywhere unarmed? His reaction was enough of a dead giveaway. He couldn’t even play it cool for half a second.

“You know who this is, right?” I ask. 

He nods nervously and swallows.

“Okay. So we’re going to ask you some questions, and you’re gonna answer them.” 

“Or what?” he snaps. 

Bucky opens his iPad and shows files upon files and photos of many of his shady exploits for and against many powerful people that were pretty damning. Secrets that if divulged would be disastrous for him.

…You’re pretty sure that Bucky will probably make sure he ends up behind bars at some point once you’re done with the whole mess that you’re dealing with, but now’s not the right time or soil to be doing that. 

The man goes white and takes a shaky deep breath and you see the regret in his eyes for listening to his dick. 

Suddenly, his eyes narrow, and this look makes your heart stop. He looked like he was… recognizing you.

You hold your face still hiding your nervousness while you still have the upper hand. You’re the one with the gun pointed at his fucking chest. 

You play it off like you don’t know what’s going on and look behind you as if you’re expecting someone else to be behind you. Nope. Just that same look of recognition.

  You take the gun and press it against his chest even harder. 

“What is it?” you hiss. 

“Aren’t you Charlie's kid?” he questions. 

You hold back a gulp and maintain your hostile glare. 

“Nope.” This technically wasn’t a lie. 

He tilts his head and holds a malevolent grin. How dare this guy make you feel like a stupid little girl with just a facial expression?

“Stop lying. I know exactly who you are.”

Bucky holds the iPad closer to his face and threatens him. 

“I’ll press send motherfucker.” 

He’s not phased by the threat and doesn’t take his curious gaze away from yours. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in hiding?” 

Yes. But how does he know that? 

“You’re not any closer to giving me an answer.” 

“Wow, you really don’t know what’s going on now do you.” 

You fight to let your anger not get the best of you. 

He points to Bucky. 

“You also really know how to pick the right people to sneak off with too.”

You press the gun even harder, and you notice that the stupid asshole is trying to calculate how to take it away from you by surprise. 

“Okay, fine. I’ll at least tell you this since you’re going to find this out anyway,” he stutters as you pull the safety off.  

“Good old Charlie and Ingrid called a truce.” 

A look of shock overtakes your face and you can see the smug satisfaction that he feels.

“You didn’t know?” 

You don’t answer. 

“They’re literally planning your next job right now in Austria. Charles for some reason got some weird bullshit call to go somewhere in Dubai, and once he realized that he was set up he flew over there, and is headed to this city tomorrow.”  

You feel like wiping that smug look off of this guy’s face with your fist. But you know that anger wasn’t all because of him. 

So many times you had asked your uncle to include you in the plans that you were directly involved in. And he agreed. He promised. And now as it turns out he’s holding another big one from you. 

“How big are these plans?” 

He shrugs. 

“I’m not privy to those details…yet. But I have to say it’s gotta be a pretty big deal for a truce like this.”

He didn’t know yet. The guy was going to know more about your future before you even did. You feel nothing but lost. You’re confused, hurt, and maybe even a little scared about what’s coming up. You just killed a political figure in broad daylight, and you thought that they trusted you because they gave you details pretty far in advance. At least you thought they did. What could be so important that they’re hiding it from you? To top it off, you’re learning this info in front of a super soldier that very well could be determined to stop you when you do find out what the hell is going on. And for what might be longer than a split second, you’re okay with that.

You let out a sigh and pull the gun back and decide that you have no other option than to let him go. You’d try to keep track of him, but he might be the least of your worries from now on.

You and Bucky exchange a look and it’s clear that he just came to the same conclusion.  

“Tell anyone about this or one of us will hunt you down. Are we clear?” you say in a low and menacing tone. He nods and watches you slowly, and carefully place the gun back into the holster attached to your thigh.

“Okay. Well, have fun at your little meeting.” 

He raises a taunting brow.

“I guess I’ll see you soon.”

You use every ounce of your self-control to not kick him where it counts with that snide comment. But it wouldn’t be worth it.  

“Come on, Y/N,” Bucky says, sensing your tension. And feeling like nothing but a defeated little girl, you follow.

[marvelflame2010]

Bucky: Who hurt you?

Y/n with a black eye: Pft, you want a list?

Bucky going into over-protective dad mode: Yes, actually.

[navybrat817]

Does Assassin have any specific kinks?

Our assassin loves keeping you bound so he can praise and edge you. You have your reasons to look over your shoulder and not trust easily. So trusting him enough to keep you bound while in his care brings the intimacy to another level. Because while it can be a display of giving him power and control, it's a demonstration of giving you the attention you need.

Bucky also loves giving you powerful, intense orgasms. Bringing you to the cusp over and over, praising you for being so good and patient for him. His beautiful, perfect partner. Everything he ever wanted and more. By the time you let go, with a few tears falling from your eyes, he's there to guide you through it.

And whisper how much he loves you as you come down from your high.

Believe it or not, he hasn't played too much around with his guns with you, but there's a reason for that.

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

[buckymcbuckbarnes]

I feel like one day I will find a fic that has a Cross over of Assassins Creed and The Avengers, like Assassin reader that follows the creed and just casually fuckin with the avengers? With it being Bucky x reader? Yeah I'd die for that.

[buckrecs]

been enjoying and loving the recs I find in here! do you have any along the lines of reader being part of Hydra('s projects)?

ex: reader being a WS/enhanced, agent, or assassin for hydra?

Hydra Experiment Reader

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Lost & Found by @rassvetsky

it takes one brainwashed soldier to find another.

Soldat and Sparow Universe by @navybrat817

Your fire burns for the Winter Soldier. And one day, you’ll be free. Both of you.

in loosing grip, on sinking ships by @mellowsaturns

when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

Kills and Kisses by @lizatill

He comes back to save you from Hydra, he can’t leave you behind. You are linked deeply through the wounds of the past you share - hanging by a string, loosely holding each other from collapsing.

Tears of an Angel by @theeleggymeggy

You’ve been trapped at HYDRA for god knows how long, until the cell next to yours gets someone new. Who is this man, and why is he comforting you? He doesn’t even know you.

SERIES

ghost of you by @gogolucky13

Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?

Cержант by @waiting4inspiration

After returning from a mission, you meet the new man in the compound. Only, it’s not exactly the friendliest because you both know each other as being part of HYDRA

Nightmare by @petertingle-yipyip

You were only in New York for a recon mission. Seek out and assess the threat. But when you get distracted by a handsome soldier, plans change.

lâcher prise by @aescapisms

Bucky Barnes had always tried to fill out the missing pieces in his memories, always tried to figure out the person before he became the Winter Soldier. And everything was going well until you joined the team.

Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours

While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties.

Stars In Your Eyes by @m4tthewmurd0ck

Life was definitely not what you thought it’d be. Not long after Thanos wiped out half of the population, you were kidnapped. They called themselves New Hydra (sooo clever, right?), the group consisted of about only 25 men, but their goal was clear: they wanted to make newer and better Winter Soldier’s.

Obey by @waiting4inspiration

An assassin is brought in by Fury because he thinks she has a connection to HYDRA. Bucky recognizes her and knows how to handle the programming installed in her mind (much like his Winter Soldier programming). Things become challenging now that he is her new Commander and has the responsibility to look after and protect her from HYDRA.

The Watching Hawk by @heliads

Bucky Barnes is constantly haunted by his past, but the memories of his days as a Winter Soldier will come into a new light in the form of the Watching Hawk, his old HYDRA partner. Will he be able to trust her, and will she be able to move on from his mistakes?

Forgotten Love by @thundering-barnes

You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?

Quiet by @nastybuckybarnes

Steve Rogers makes an accidental discovery while on a simple hydra base raid. You. He brings you back to the Avengers Tower where they all try to figure you out. Your… interesting way of communicating makes that especially hard. Until one super-soldier proves otherwise.

Running From the Past by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings and change her appearance in minor ways, though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD.

Winter Makes Ice by @subwaysurf45

you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.

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The reader was a nurse back in the 40’s with Bucky and Steve; her and Bucky were together. After Bucky’s death, she is captured, given the serum, turning both her and Bucky into Winter Soldiers. But the one thing that cannot be erased is their memories of each other and how important they are to each other.

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After returning from a mission, you meet the new man in the compound. Only, it’s not exactly the friendliest because you both know each other as being part of HYDRA

[firegal19]

Bucky: *walks into Y/n’s room to see her standing on her bed*

Bucky: Y/n, why are you standing on the bed?

Y/n: It’s my room Dad. I can stand wherever I want

Bucky: *sighs* Where’s the spider? Y/n: UNDER THE DESK, PLEASE GET IT

[sunflowersoldat]

Blood In The Water Master List

Main Master List

Series Summary: Spin-off to All is Fair. Mob syndicates are yours and your partner's specialty. They don't call you the Sharks for nothing. There is blood in the water in New York City, not only is know Mob affiliate Steve Rogers missing, but the two other Mob bosses died in a huge shootout last year. It is up to you and your partner to uncover the truth, but not all is as it seems.

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter. There are chapters with brutal and dark themes, please read at your own discretion, warnings will be before each chapter!

Pairing: Mob!Buckyx FBI Agent!reader

Chapters are in chronological order.

Ch. 1

Ch. 2