#mob!buckybarnes

[corie-the-writer]

Curious Question…

Which would you prefer to read first???

1.) Mob!Chris Evans being in love with his step-sister who he has had intimate encounters with over the years (both adults) — but is set to marry another man?

2.) Mob!Bucky Barnes meeting a woman who is dating his biggest rival which leads to an affair with the woman who he happens to fall in love with, stopping at nothing to be with her?

Or maybe the storylines flipped? 🙃

Warnings would include : fluff, angst, fluff, mafia drama, violence, possessiveness, smut and a whole lot more.

Make sure to leave a comment which you would like to read first one or two, either way you’ll eventually get both. 😉

[thefallennightmare]

Hey, new follower here! Just wanted to say I’m loving Arranged so far, it’s my absolute favourite trope and I’m obsessed with the chemistry between them so far💜

hi there! Thank you so much for the sweet words, I'm glad you're loving it <3

[buckyalpine]

18 + That is your warning so stop reading. Imagine being an absolute slut for your bodyguard Bucky even though your very much so dating Steve.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you" Steve snarled, picking up his pace while you hiccupped, "You filthy fuckin' slut, you worked up and down on his cock didn't you, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this"

“But I love riding his dick daddy” You wailed while bouncing on Steve's cock, biting you lip, your eyes rolling back thinking about how Bucky stretched you open like a whore, splitting you in half. "I wan Bucky's cock" You sobbed, sounding needier than ever and it made Steve leak.

"Fuck sugar, that right? You're that much of a desperate slut, you want my best friends cock?"

"Uh-huh" you nodded, nearly going cross eyed, making an utter mess all over the dark blond curls at the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stop his harsh thrusts as the door clicked open, your body guard striding into the office, his cock already rock hard.

"Hey pretty girl" Bucky cooed, smirking at how cockdrunk you were while he rounded he corner of the desk to where you were splayed across Steve's lap where he sat in his office chair. He traced your pouty bottom lip before slipping his thumb into your mouth, humming in satisfaction at the way you sucked it, moaning around the metal digit.

"Go on, finish what I started" Steve nodded while you squeaked as Bucky picked up you up effortlessly off of Steve's cock, and tossing you over his shoulder.

"Need my cock, huh Bambi, that all?" Bucky's wide palm rubbed your sore ass where Steve had spanked you, turning over to place a quick kiss onto the hot skin before laying you down on the table. You let out a needy moan at the sound of his belt hitting the floor, so deep in subby space, spreading your legs extra wide as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.

"Look at that, such a good girl, spreading her legs for me" Bucky leaned over to take a good look at you, your dazed expression and wiggling hips making his balls impossibly heavy. "Wanna show Steve how well you take my cock baby? Show him how I make you moan and cum, n'how I play with that cute little button between your legs?"

"Mph, Bucky please" You whined, pouting at the disappointed tsk Bucky made.

"That's not what you call me Bambi, c'mon, whose cock do you want, say it"

"Fuck me, Sergeant-OH-MY-GODD" You cried out as Bucky slammed into you, setting in a brutal pace without waring, your body bouncing against the desk as he gripped onto your hips.

"That's-it-good girl-good. fucking. girl" Bucky snarled through gritted teeth, slamming your body down onto his cock, his head thrown back, moving one hand to wrap around your neck. He was too enamored with you to notice the way Steve's hand was wrapped around his cock, working his swollen, silky tip, watching his pretty princess take his best friend like her life depended on it.

Bucky spat right onto your clit, rubbing tight circles around you with a feral look on his face feeling you squeeze around him, bending your thighs up till they hit your chest, hitting a deeper angle.

"Feel that? M'so deep in your pussy baby, s'fuckin' deep, can feel your little clit throbbing, it's all swollen huh Bambi, you're soaking my cock, make a mess all over it princess, it's all yours"

"Sergeant-gonna-I-" You couldn't forumalte words, tears streaming down your face and falling onto the desk under you, the band in your belly ready to snap-

"You gonna cum for my best friend babygirl?" Steve's focus was locked in at where Bucky was connected to you, watching his cock slam in and out of your tight cunt, stretching you wide open, his own cock growing impossibly harder, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut, I'm gonna-fuck m'cumming" Steve's voice was breathless, his chest heaving as he worked his cock faster, eyes rolling back as white streams of cream decorated his black shirt, nearly shooting to his beard. "Holy shit"

"BUCKY M'CU-UMINGG" You wailed, your back arching off the table, screaming with every muscle in your body pulled taught. You couldn't tell where your orgasm began or where it ended, unending waves of pleasure drowning you while Bucky began to chase his own.

"Cum for your Sergeant baby, that's it, such a good girl, you make my cock so hard Bambi, y'feel so good, not gonna last, shittt-HNG" Bucky let out a guttural moan, not giving a fuck that Steve was right there, pumping you full of his cum until his balls were empty and his cock was soft. He tucked himself back in his pants before removing his shirt to wipe you down and picking you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your boyfriend followed closely behind, smirking at the needy noise you made, checking to see that Steve was also coming for some post sex naps, sighing contently when you saw him following near by.

"Off to bed, Bambi"

[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine (masterlist) ♡

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au)

♡ Series Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Series Warnings: mentions of amputation, dark themes, violence, death/death threats, talk of parent death, fluff, angst, stalking, daddy issues, anxiety attacks/panic attacks, abuse, depression, depressive episodes, PTSD, dry humping, hints to smut, (warnings to be added as new chapters are released)

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine ☀️

(SERIES ONGOING)

Last Updated: 9/8/23

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+

⇨ Chapter One

↳ After Pierce interviews Bucky for the job, he warns him of you. Bucky is starting to rethink his decision, but when he meets you... you're not what he expected.

⇨ Chapter Two

↳ Bucky takes you home, and later finds you in the library. You both get to know each other a little better, but Bucky is hesitant.

⇨ Chapter Three

↳ Bucky has a surprise meeting with Pierce, getting informed about your secret admire. Meanwhile, Bucky tries to keep things professional, he’s hesitant to cross the line when you need him.

⇨ Chapter Four

↳ You don’t know what to think of Bucky after he took you to bed last night. Bucky can’t continue to keep the stalking situation hidden from you. Something is found on your doorstep.

⇨ Chapter Five

↳ Getting to know each other better doesn’t go according to plan. Bucky has to comfort you and fix the mess he made. Will you forgive him?

⇨ Chapter Six

↳ Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Seven

↳ Bucky finds you making a mess in the kitchen, attempting to bake and offers his help. The two of you get to talking and some reveals about each other begin to come out. Will he finally tell you about your stalker?

⇨ Chapter Eight

↳ After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.

⇨ Chapter Nine

↳ After the events from the other day, you try and cope with the reality of what happened. The world is a lot less colorful than you remember. Bucky helps comfort you after you realize you have no one left.

⇨ Chapter Ten

↳ Someone comes knocking at your door in the morning. Bucky answers and is surprised with who he finds. Are they going to help them or hurt them?

⇨ Chapter Eleven

↳ The tension can't be ignored anymore between you and Bucky. Steve shows up and he's not alone.

⇨ Chapter Twelve

↳ Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.

⇨ Chapter Thirteen

↳ Your dreams consist of random memories of your parents, but are they really random? Despite the past days of hell—you still find it difficult to resist Bucky. You two spend a heated morning together, devouring each other while you still have these moments.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Guilt

Character: Mob!Bucky x Police!Female Reader

Summary: "Of all the women in the world, does she have to be a cop?" Bucky, a gangster, fell in love at first sight with a policewoman.

At the golf course, two outstanding men in the mob world are playing golf together to have a quiet time, to forget the worst day at the club they owned.

Steve, the second person in charge, still feels frustrated, while Bucky, the leader, is the only one enjoying the game.

"Of all the women in the world, does she have to be a cop?" Steve, his childhood friend, asked as he watched Bucky hit the golf ball.

Bucky clenched his fist in frustration as he made the shot. Turning to Steve, he replied, "I can't help it. She just took my breath away the first time I saw her."

Steve sighed, recalling the first encounter between Bucky and the policewoman when their club was unexpectedly visited by the narcotics police force.

Steve sighed, "She's known as a scary person, even among her colleagues," he said, relaying what he had learned from his connections.

"And from what happened last night, I feel like she holds a big grudge against people like us," Steve continued, reflecting on the recent events. Most of the cops he knew turned a blind eye to their business dealings, never getting involved with drugs.

Bucky remembered how composed you had been last night, effortlessly throwing punches and giving orders to make arrests. He even recalled the moment you pushed him to the ground and handcuffed him.

At that instant, he knew you were different from other women.

Bucky took another swing at the golf ball, causing it to fly too far. With a smile, he declared, "I will make her mine."

Steve sighed deeply, realizing that once Bucky had made up his mind, no one could stop him.

As Bucky began his courtship, he tried various approaches to get closer to you:

1. He sent you flowers with cryptic notes, hinting at his admiration and interest.

2. Bucky strategically positioned himself at events where you were present, making sure to catch your eye without being too obvious.

3. He orchestrated chance encounters, bumping into you at coffee shops or restaurants, always ready with a charming smile and a casual conversation starter.

4. He even went as far as anonymously sending you a gifts or helpful tips related to your work, trying to show his support and understanding of your profession.

But you didn't give any reaction; you consistently ignored him.

Bucky didn't mind your game of "playing hard to get." He was confident that in the end, you couldn't resist him.

However, his confidence wavered when you finally spoke to him, your words cutting through the air like icy daggers. "In 2022, Bobby Smith died because of a gunshot. He was my fiancé."

Bucky's face drained of color, his body going rigid with shock. The revelation hit him like a sledgehammer, the weight of guilt crashing down upon him. His mind raced as he realized the implication: Bobby Smith's death was because of him.

After the revelation, would Bucky give up his pursuit, or would he persist despite the overwhelming guilt?

[mymoonagedaydream]

Part 1

Summary: Maybe the relationships worth fighting for were the ones in which you had to fight the hardest.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Language, vague references to violence, light public wankery

Author’s Note: This one has been sitting in my inbox for literal years so I hope you’re still in an angsty mood after all this time. Was meant to be a oneshot but hey I got carried away what can I say.

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Three loud knocks hammered against your door. It made you jump every time he did that, you were used to your guests ringing the buzzer.

You checked the time as you hurried across the length of your cramped apartment, cursing under your breath when you saw that it was almost nine. Him finishing work this late was never good news. Whatever had happened, whether it be another drawn out meeting or an unplanned, after-hours assignment, it would almost definitely have left him in a shitty mood.

You sighed. It used to be that bad days for him were few and far between, now they seemed to outnumber the good ones. 

Sliding the chain off and turning the lock, your heart sank when you pulled the door backwards and caught sight of his miserable expression. You wished so much that there was more you could do to uplift him when he felt like this but, short of marching into his office and scolding his colleagues as if they were suave-suited school children, you were helpless. All you could do was try to help him take his mind off things.

“Hey, Hot Shot.”

He managed to summon a weak but warm smile, planting a kiss on your temple as he shuffled past. “Hey. The crazy newspaper lady let me in again.”

“I figured,” you pushed the door shut and followed him inside, “did she give you another fistful of clippings?”

“Whatta you think?”

He stuffed a hand into his pocket and set down a few scrunched up papers on the coffee table before dropping onto the couch. With a smirk, you picked them up and smoothed them out, scanning your eyes over the headlines. 

“Bless her, she always saves the business stories for you.”

“Yeah, why is that?”

“Probably ‘cause you’re always in a suit and I’m always referring to you as Hot Shot.”

“You talk to her?”

Realising your mistake, you stopped absentmindedly thumbing through the clippings, lifted your gaze to his and shrugged. “Occasionally.”

He narrowed his eyes. You knew exactly what he was thinking. He didn't like the idea of you going near her, he thought it wasn’t safe, probably thought you’d end up locked in her apartment and chopped into tiny pieces that she’d save and use as bullion cubes. 

So now probably wasn’t the best time to bring up your weekly visits to her apartment for coffee and cake. 

Sure, she was a little intimidating to look at, with her wild eyes and deep, sunken cheeks, but she was a sweetheart really. She’d started tearing up newspapers in the downstairs lobby after her husband died a few years ago. He loved his morning reading and she loved clipping out his favourite stories and saving them for him, apparently doing it for other people was the only thing keeping her going now she was alone. You just wished you could think of a way to explain all that to Bucky without incurring his paranoia.

His glare wasn’t letting up. You knew if you didn’t swiftly change the subject there was a danger he might start trying to convince you to move into his much nicer, much bigger and much safer apartment again. As much as you appreciated the offer, it had taken so much for you to move to the city on your own, and you weren’t ready to give up your independence just yet. You were happy the way things were.

You cut in as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Rough day?”

His head collapsed backwards. “Mhmm.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Nah, s’alright, just seemed like everyone was out to piss me off.”

“Can’t say I blame ‘em.”

He chuckled gruffly as you flopped down beside him, his arm moving to cradle your shoulders and hug you tight to his side. “Have you eaten?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“You wanna order pizza?”

“Definitely.” 

You leaned forward and rustled around for the takeout menu in your coffee table junk drawer. Bucky shifted slightly, out the corner of your eye you could see him starting to dig the fingers on his free hand into his knee. He cleared his throat nervously before speaking again.

“Can I pay this time?”

“We’ll split it.” 

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind-”

“Buck.” You gave him a look as you dropped the menu in his lap. “We’ll split it.”

He didn’t push back. You’d gotten pretty good at standing your ground out of necessity because, if Bucky got his way, you’d never be allowed to spend a single dollar. He earned a lot more than you, a helluva lot more, but you still preferred to keep things equal. You got by just fine. 

The two of you settled in on the couch together. He hustled downstairs when the buzzer sounded and you demolished the pizza in front of the TV, enjoying the peace of each other's company, chuckling at whatever shitty reality show was on at 9pm on a weeknight. 

Despite his best efforts, though, it was obvious that something still wasn’t quite right with him. He needed some help unwinding.

“Hey, you wanna hear something funny? It might cheer you up.”

His head lolled towards you, a wide smile creeping over his lips. “Go on.”

“So, at work this afternoon, Judy was doing her rounds upstairs when she noticed a guy tucked in the corner by adult fiction. It’s pretty routine to get the odd embarrassed reader trying to hide away up there but apparently he was grunting like a professional tennis player , her words.”

“Jesus.”

“Mhmm. So she called the cops and they hustled up there, apparently he’d been jerking off in the aisle to a fucking Mills & Boon novel called The Dark Duke . We had to get the janitor to get rid of it in a biohazard bag, poor guy. He’ll probably call in sick tomorrow from the trauma.” You were laughing through your words but, when you looked over at Bucky, an incredibly stern face was looking back. “C’mon, you gotta admit that’s funny.”

“It’s not funny that you’re around creeps like that every day.”

“This city is full of creeps, just so happens that a few of them have library cards.” You flashed your eyebrows at him, he didn’t even crack a smile. “Jesus, Buck, you don’t think you’re taking this a little too seriously?”

“No, I don’t.”

The two of you fell into silence. His eyes flicked away from you for a second, his expression suddenly becoming resolute. You could see the words forming in his throat. You knew exactly what was coming.

“You really need to think about coming to work at my place.”

You jumped up from the couch. “I can’t have this conversation again.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re already in a shitty mood and me making the same argument I’ve made a thousand times before isn’t gonna help.”

You picked up the empty pizza box and trudged through to the kitchen, hoping that would be the end of it.

It wasn’t, unfortunately, because he decided it was smart to jump up and follow you like an irritating child.

“I just don’t get why you won’t take it. It’s better money, better hours and we’ll practically be-”

“Practically be working together yeah, I know, I’ve heard this speech before and the answer is the same. Thank you, but I’m happy where I am.”

“You wanna work in a fuckin’ library forever?”

You threw the box down on the counter and swivelled round to face him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk about my choices like that, like you know better.”

“Jesus, I’m just tryna’ look out for you.”

You shook your head, in disbelief that you’d been dragged into this argument once again. “Whatever.”

“Is that it?”

“I honestly don’t know what you want from me, Buck.”

“I want to know why you’d rather stay in a shitty job and a shitty apartment than have something better.”

“Because I don’t want to work for your fucking father, alright?”

His face dropped. You realised that your words had come out with much more venom than intended but, in all fairness, this had been building up for a while. You’d been with Bucky long enough to know what kind of business his family was in and you wanted no part of it. Your love for him had helped you move past your unease about what he did for a living, because you knew with utmost certainty that he was a good man at heart, but you couldn’t say the same for the rest of them. You wouldn’t allow yourself to get dragged in too. 

He clenched his jaw for a second before biting his cheeks, his head slowly beginning to nod, anger rising in his face. You just waited. Anyone else might have been scared of him in this moment, of how he seemed to be coiling up like a threatened snake ready to strike, but you weren’t. He’d never given you any reason to be.

His mouth fell open but quickly snapped closed before any distinguishable words could escape. With a loud huff, he stormed away, yanking his jacket from the couch as he passed and tearing your front door open. 

You saw him hesitate in the corridor for a second. He brushed his hand over his hair before suddenly lashing out, striking the side of his fist against the doorframe. The whole wall shuddered.

“Whoa, hey.” You hurried over and reached for his shoulder. “That looked like it hurt, are you-”

He grabbed you. 

Your eyes locked with his, you’d never seen him this angry before. In fact, you were so caught up in his warped expression that it actually took you a few seconds to feel his grip, to feel how tightly he was squeezing and how his fingertips dug into the space between the veins and tendons in your wrist. You frantically looked down at his white-knuckled hand and tried to yank yourself free, hoping that any amount of resistance would encourage him to release. He didn’t let go. You looked back up at him. 

No words were exchanged, but you saw in his face the moment he realised he was hurting you. The redness in his cheeks seemed to drain away in an instant, leaving behind a deathly paleness that highlighted how quickly the tension dissolved from the muscles in his jaw and forehead. 

He let go.

With panic thumping in your chest, you quickly stepped backwards and slammed the door. You sheltered behind it, frozen, as he softly knocked against the wood and apologised over and over again. 

You stayed there until you heard him walk away.

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Part 2

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[thischubbydumpling]

[misguidedasgardian]

Best Deal Ever

4. I can't see my feet!

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!reader

Chapter summary: Your lives keep getting enterwined as your relationship develops, but you'll know that with the good things, also comes the bad

Warnings: cursing, involuntary living situation, mob related business, pregnancy! and discussions about it, fluff, and… THE SMUT IS BACK!, soft unprotected sex, dirty talk

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.2 k

You woke up in Bucky’s arms, feeling so warm and protected you couldn’t help but let out a noise like a purr and cuddle yourself more into his thick body

“Oh, good morning,” Bucky purred in your ear

“Good morning” But you felt how he leaned in, kicking the sheets and grabbing you until he lift you off the bed and cradled you in his arms

“Bucky!” you screeched, passing both your arms behind his neck to grab onto him, to make sure he wouldn’t drop you, but you knew, he never would, “Where are you taking me?” you giggled

“To where you belong” he growled, his husky voice resounding on his chest where you laid your head against. You only smiled when you noticed he walked the distance towards his room, passing the double doors and towards his bed 

And there is where he left you, gently he deposited you on his soft bed. You giggled some more, when he tuck you under the covers

“Bucky” you called, when you noticed he wasn’t getting in there with you

“Angel,” he called back, “I’ll be right back, ok?”you just nodded and he disappeared through the double doors 

You looked around and you realized it’s the very first time you were in his room. And it was huge! It had a fireplace right in front of the bed, with a comfortable sofa in front of it. The floor was black marble, and the room was decorated with silver, red and black all over. It was very modern, and masculine. 

When Bucky came back, he didn’t do it alone, maids brought a platter full of breakfast, toast, croissants, fruit, waffles and everything you can dream of. They were placed on the bed in front of you. Coffee and juice in another

“This is a dream” you moaned, you thanked the girls who winked at you, before leaving to leave you both alone again, “You certainly know how to treat a lady” you giggled. And he smiled widely at you, accommodating himself on his side of the bed

It was strange sharing a bed with him, but somehow it felt good, it felt right. It truly felt like you belonged next to him. 

“Dig in love” he encouraged, “We have a very lazy day in front of us” you giggled at his invitation to spend a lazy day with him. It was Sunday anyways, so it sounded like a dream he’d want to spend the day with you. And you just realized how hungry you were, so you took a silver platter and served yourself a generous portion of waffles with all the fixe. Extra syrup and berries. 

you ate and drank juice, Bucky won’t let you drink coffee, excusing that caffeine was bad for your pregnant self and the baby. And you only smiled thinking about how cute it was that he knew that sort of thing. That he was preparing himself to take care of you and your daughter 

After your great hunger was sated, you cleaned your mouth with a satisfied moan. And now you looked at Bucky, still munching on his own waffle. And you were paralized when you saw his strong jawline, his cheekbones, all his face constricting in eating, a little bit of the syrup cream in the corner of his lip. 

And now you were hungry for something else… 

Something primal took a hold of you, a need to kiss his plump lips. 

Your eyes then darted to the tray that held the waffles, syrup, whipped cream and berries, and smiled wickedly, making a plan in your mind… With your index finger you gathered a bit of syrup, all of this under his watchful eyes, and you spread the golden substance on his lips

“You have a little syrup there” you said innocently, or pretending to. He only smiled widely as you leaned into him until your lips kissed the syropy spot right in the corner of his lips. You kissed him lenghtly, and he purred as a result. Letting you do whatever you want to him. You separated shortly after, licking your lips under his content eyes 

“Oh baby” he whined. You wanted him so badly, even though you were jumping the gun, even though you were seated on his bed after breakfast, even though he never made a pass at you since you were in here. 

You could help but whimper in need, flashbacks of that night in the bathroom coming back to you, how he grabbed your thighs as he rose you from the ground and made your back stick to the bathroom stall, and how good the stretch in your pussy felt when his thick cock splitted you open.

“Are you ok Angel?” his eyes were no longer blue, they were almost black because of how much his pupils had enlarged hungrily

“I'm sorry” you whined, “My pregnancy hormones…” he shushed you with his ringed finger over your lips

“Let me help you Angel, come to your baby daddy” he purred, so sensual you thought you could come right then and there, “I’m going to reward you” he said, his voice so husky that it sounded like honey, “For giving me a baby girl, uh?” and you finally erased the distance between you, your lips connecting to yours, when you felt safe in his arms, his arms came around you and made your body stick to yours. You opened your mouth welcoming him into yours rubbing your tongues together, and he tasted like syrup and glory. 

It was too early to say you loved him? Probably, but in the moments that’s how it felt, like you wanted to melt into him and become one. 

“But Bucky, we have 3 days left for our date” you whined against his mouth

“And we are still going to that” he said, chuckling against your mouth. The sounds of platter hitting the floor resounded in the room, but you could care less as you let yourself be engulfed by his arms, and his warm body, and his mouth enveloping yours 

You felt it again, like you fitted so perfectly in his arms like you belonged there. Soon he laid you on the bed your back against the soft covers, and he leaned over you gently 

“I want to say we made this baby with love” he whispered against your lips, “Even though we didn’t know it yet” you smiled as your eyes watered

“She is going to be the most loved little girl in the world” you whispered, and he smiled so beautifully before he kissed you again. You felt his hands sneaking under your pajama shirt, caressing your belly, you let out a purr, his hands on you felt heavenly, your senses were heightened, you felt everything more powerfully.

His hands reached your tits, squeezing gently and his thumb brushing your nipples making them pebble

“Bucky” you moaned 

“You are so sensitive” he admired, his voice against your neck making you flutter. Your hands needed to touch him, finding his chest over his nightshirt, but finding the hem and then caressing his naked skin, the ridges of his muscles made you tingle, especially when he found your special spot in your neck, that made you moan loudly. There was this spot in your neck that made your turn your eyes in pleasure

“Oh look what I found here” he chuckled against the skin on your neck. “Your sweet spot” feeling challenged, you kissed your way down on his own neck as you kept caressing him, searching for his own sweet spot on his neck. Exploring his body was something refreshing, you intended on learning all his favorite spots and his favorite caresses. And you just found one, as he moaned himself when you found his special spot right under his ear

“Oh darling” he purred against your skin, you just giggled against his skin, continuing to explore his body, just like he did yours, caressing your sides and your belly, he took out your sleeping shirt, leaving you naked only with soft cotton panties, you tried to cover your tender breasts, but he grabbed your arms gently and got them out of the way.

“Damn” he leaned in, dropping sloppy kisses in each of your breasts, treating them so delicately like they were the finest of things, he caressed them gently and you just moaned, throwing your head back, getting lost in all the sensations. It was so sweetly overwhelming. 

“Bucky I need you” you begged, your hands in the hem of his boxers to eliminate the last pieces of clothings. He first removed your panties, 

“I need you two” he removed his underwear hastily, not being able to wait any longer, making sure you were ready for him, introducing his fingers through your folds and finding them wet, he only smiled down at you. Finally rubbing his weeping cock, making his tip dance through your folds, covering itself with your juices. You moaned wantonly, placing your hands in his sweaty back, drawing him even closer to you.

He entered you slowly, making your tight pussy feel every vein, ridge and inch of his thick cock. You didn’t remember that this felt so good, if you did, you wouldn’t have let him go

You melted against the mattress in a silent moan, your eyes turning to the back of your head

Bucky watch every reaction from you with a wicked smile, as he opened you up slowly and widely for him, caressing your thigh making your leg wrap around his hip

He started pounding into you once he made sure you were comfortable with him. Slowly but passionately he explored your insides until he found your spongy spot inside of you and once he found it, he made sure he hit it over and over again. 

You close your eyes to try to grip into reality but you only saw stars under your eyelids, your hands scratched his back, making him growl

Your climax hit you like a truck, under his sweet words he whispered in your ear

“That’s it angel,” he purred against your ear, kissing your neck, “Come for me my sweet girl”

“Bucky” your brain was so melted in pleasure you could only whisper his name like a prayer, as you hold tightly onto him like he was a lifesaver 

“You are gripping me so tightly you are going to make me cum” he said huskily, “My baby mama, my angel” he moaned against your mouth.

You kissed him roughly, like you wanted to devour him and he kissed you back

“I think I love you” he whispered against your mouth as he kept fucking you into the mattress. You knew right then and there that he had ruined you for other men as he built his own climax alongside your second one

You didn’t even knew it was possible but there you were, cumming around his thick cock as he also cummed deep inside you

You recuperated your breaths together, he over you, looking at you with those stormy blue eyes that could make you do anything he asked 

He took himself off of you slowly, gently, dragging a soft moan from you. Blushing scandalously you realized that you didn’t like to feel that empty. He kissed you slowly, savoring your lips, sighing against your mouth, like not wanting to ever release you

“I changed my mind” he said, looking at you with those eyes that could melt you

“About what?” you asked, suddenly fearful

“I don’t want you in an apartment, I want you here with me” he whispered, “I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night, I want you by my side and my baby girl in my arms… I want you here, in our home, in our bed” he purred against you, and he squeezed you gently in his arms, like he was fearful of you leaving

“I don’t want to leave either” you confessed, “I want that too” you whispered and he smiled widely before kissing you again

“Bucky this isn’t protection!” his lawyer protested, “This is giving away all your shit!” Bucky sighed

“It’s protecting her, even from me” he said firmly, “She is expecting my child and we are not even married, what if I walk out of here tomorrow and someone shoots me in the face?” he asked, “I want her and my child to be protected,” Andy Barber looked at him in awe  

“Ok then”

“I want you to set up an account” Bucky said slowly, “I want her to receive half of everything I own, specially the cash” His lawyer nodded, “And the manor”

“What?” he looked at him in surprise

“And the dogs” Bucky smiled, “The European states, can go to Rebecca, and my mother” he muttered, “Half the cash will go to Steve Rogers and the rest of the family, to keep operations running until Steve can take over”

“Very well…”

“And I don’t want the family coming after her, and I want you to put that in my will as well” Andy kept nodding as he redacted everything, “Can you do that for me Barber?”

“I will redact everything up” he said, looking up at him, “I'll make sure that if everything happens to you, she and your child will be taken care of, ok?” He stood up and shook Bucky’s hand

“Thanks man”

They stroke hands to close the deal. And when his lawyer left, Bucky sat on his chair content, he already had passed over to you a sizeable amount to an account you’ll be the only one with access, he had to secure you, like he said to Andy, even from himself

Speaking about that, he needed to find you to ask you something very important. He walked towards your room, knocked at the door and waited for your gentle “come in” for him to enter.

He found you trying on your dresses, your baby bump unconceivable already, your clothes were beginning to be too tight for you

“Hey you” he said softly, coming inside your room. “Gods, you are getting bigger” you arched one of your brows in an amused grin, “That's not what I meant!” he said hastily, and you just giggled

“Must be all those desserts” you giggled, “An waffles, and treats May cooks for me” 

“No, it's my baby in there” he said, recuperating his relaxed and controlled facade 

“Yeah” you caressed your belly gently

“I wanted to tell you I have some… friends… coming over” he seemed increasingly tense at this

“Oh?” you murmured, to let him continue after an uncomfortable pause

“Business dinner” he said, looking at you with warning in his eyes

“OH! Mob business” you concluded, and he seemed to relax and nodded

“Yes, exactly”

“Do you want me to… hide here?” you asked, “I can ask May to prepare something for me earlier and then…”

“Actually” he continued, “I want you by my side”

“Really?” you couldn’t hide how surprised you were at his request. He smiled at you

“Yes” he said firmly, “You are the mother of my unborn child, and I want you there by my side” you smiled and walked towards him, he received you in his arms and give you a chaste peck on the lips, “We are friends and we will discuss friendly things” he clarified

“Ok, I’d love to meet more friends of yours”

“Great” he kissed you again, his hands traveling up and down your hips and waist. “And I will call a friend of mine, so she can take you shopping”

“A friend that can take me shopping?” you asked, nor understanding how both things combined

“She is some sort of… personal shopper?” he said trying to explain, “She’ll help you find amazing maternity clothes and such, you’ll love her she is very sweet, and lovely”

“That sounds fun but you don’t have to do it, and my budget is a little tight right now” he arched one of his eyebrows

“I’m buying” he said firmly, “It isn’t a question future Mrs Barnes”

“Future Mrs Barnes?” you savored in your mouth, slowly

“Well, mother of future Lady Barnes, for now” he tried again, and you just kept smiling at him, he walked towards you and grabbed your hips, drawing you until you were completely glued to his body, he leaned in and kissed you gently, slowly, savoring you. Then he pressed his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes with adorations

“I love how you are growing with my baby” he whispered, and you just felt so flustered, “I want you to go and buy all the maternity clothes you can get your hands on, so you can be as comfortable as possible” yo just nodded as he kissed you again

“Hell I have to part from you my angel” he whispered, or we are not leaving this house for the rest of the day”

“That sounds good to me” you said simply, but he just smiled

“I need to go out but Wanda is on her way” you just nodded and with a last kiss, he went away

You were skeptical at first but as it turns out she turned out to be a lovely young girl, matching your own age. And not even 5 minutes later you thought you had known her for years. She hugged you tightly as she introduced herself as the wife of the accountant for many of Bucky’s businesses 

She dragged you gently out of the house where a black SUV was waiting for you both, and a little to your surprise you found out Scott and Clint were coming with you like your bodyguards

Why would you need bodyguards?

“I don’t think Bucky trusts me” yu whispered to Wanda as the car pulled out of the driveway

“What?” she asked, “No, he does this for me as well when I shop for him, it’s only precaution, for us to be safe”

“Safe from what?” but you only got a sympathetic look as a response.

The ride was filled with anecdotes and laughter coming back and forth from Wanda and you, you had a lot of things in common, both had a similar young life, and now, you were both intertwined with a world you honestly felt a little scared by.

And you weren’t even sure if you wanted to get involved in it

But was it a little too late though?

The car stopped at the very entrance of the most luxurious and expensive shopping mall of the entire city, you looked at Wanda wide eyed as this mall only had stores that sell things you could only dream you could afford

“Don't give me that look” she giggled grabbing your hand and jumping out of the vehicle as soon as Scott opened the door for you, “I’m taking you shopping not to the death row, besides, Bucky’s buying”

“He gave you…?” you walked into the shopping center hand in hand with Wanda and the two guys trotting behind you

“Of course I have his cards, I’m his personal shopper” she said simply, “And at the time we are done, you are going to look like a princess”

The first store you entered as soon as the girl behind the counter saw you both enter, she almost bowed as she came close with a wide smile

“Miss Maximoff!” she greeted, “How wonderful to see you here, we’ve recently got the new season and we know Mr Barnes…”

“I’m going to stop you right there, today we need to dress her” she pointed at you and you expected, somehow, to be greeted with contempt, but she look at you up and don with a wide smile and bright eyes like you were her new project

“Beautiful!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious as you smiled too, “Oh sweet girl you are pregnant, say no more” she took your hand and took you to the back. You looked at Wanda for help but she only smiled wickedly

“You know I’m thinking of two evening dresses, have in mind the suits we got from you for Mr Barnes, they are the new hit couple and they must match!” she chanted as the lady made you step up into a small stage to take your measures of every inch of your body. “And her growing belly!” 

“Don’t you worry!” she said cheerfully

You had never craved champagne more in your life than this moment where Wanda sat on a luxurious couch with a flute in hand while you stood there and she dressed you like a doll, trying fabrics of all kinds and colors over your complexion while also complimenting you.

You reluctantly chose three dresses, a beautiful red number, tight around your chest but then fell freely to the floor, loose so your belly would grow and the dress would still fit

Algo a beautiful purple dress that reminded you of Natalie Portman’s dress she wore at the Oscars the year she was pregnant. And then one that resembles a Blake Lively’s dress you loved

When it was time to pay you looked away as you saw the amount of the three dresses was the same as one year of your apartment’s rent. Flustered and feeling incredibly embarrassed, Wanda just looked at you funny

“Don’t worry, it’s her first time” she giggled with the nice lady and she agreed, like you needed to get accustomed to spend 6 figures in dresses

“I want to see the new season anyways, so you’ll see me sooner rather than later” Wanda aid goodbye as she grabbed your hand with one hand and the bags with the other

“Always a pleasure Miss Maximoff! Miss Barnes!” she said as a goodbye

You felt flustered yet again when you heard her call you by Bucky’s name

“Sounds good right?” Wanda said suggestively, giving the bags to Scott who received them comically, surprised by their weight 

Next store was to find matching shoes, and the next, accessories, already at the fourth store you were feeling tired, but humored Wand at trying, this time, more comfortable and informal clothings

Wanda left to find a matching belt even though you suggested it wasn’t a good idea due to your growing belly, but she went anyways, you guessed to buy something for herself

You contemplated your pregnant belly in that Tommy Hilfiger overall you really really liked, liking the relaxed look and how comfortable those jeans were, this was more your style than those expensive dresses. So you decided to take it.

But, another dress was waiting for you in the hanger so you changed back, deciding to take the overall with you. You got into the expensive looking baby pink dress and when you managed to close the zipper you got off the dressing room to place yourself in front of the mirror

“I thought you said he wouldn’t let you leave, but yet here you are, passing his credit card around like you are at the market” you froze in your dress as you identified Dot through the reflection in the mirror. She was holding a champagne flute in her hand, and a mean look on her face

“Things change” you muttered shyly, feeling incredibly uncomfortable

“What are you doing here, Homewrecker?” she asked, “You clearly don’t belong here I mean look at you, those shoes with that dress? please” she said, mean, and what was hidden in your mind all along came afloat, you didn’t belonged here 

“Bucky wanted me to get clothes”

“Don’t I know that move” she said bitterly, “Him buying you anything he can, but that doesn’t mean he wants to keep you around”

“That seems like a me problem” you said back, turning to look at her. You looked over her shoulder for any signs of Wanda, Clint or Scott but you couldn’t see anyone, you were alone with her. She looked at you up and down, walking until there was barely a foot between you

“You don’t belong with him” she said, “you don’t belonged in the manor and you don’t belong here” in a second you felt cold in all your front as she dumped the content of her champagne flute all over the front of your dress 

You squealed in surprise as you backed down, tripping over with a small step and falling slowly on your ass. Bitter tears ran down your cheeks as she only smiled cruelly down at you, turning around and leaving you alone

Wanda ran towards you, helping you off the floor. You thanked that everything was carpeted and you didn’t got hurt, but still the scare made your body tremble

“I’m going to fucking ran her over with a bulldozer like a cartoon caracter” she growled, her face red as her hair, you only sniffed in her arms and he hugged you tightly against her small figure. 

Dorothy smiled as she walked away from the store, she took out her cell phone from her designer purse and dialed a number hastily, it rang two times before a thick accent answered her on the other side of the line

“I want to move forward with the plan” he said firmly, “Did you receive the details for the security around the house?”

“I did, yes, even so, I’ve got an invitation for tonight, as a guest of John” 

“Good” she chanted smiling wickedly

“You know you won’t get anything out of this, right?”

“Oh but I will” she answered, “But that's only to my knowledge”

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you”

“Same” she giggled 

If you thought we've seen the last of Dot you were mistaken muajajaja

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[sjsmith56]

Complicated - Day 1

Summary: Bucky is on his way to Louisiana on his motorcycle when a woman in a wedding dress asks for a ride out of town.

Length: 4.2K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, named OFC (not described except for long hair), Sam Wilson (via phone call)

Warnings: Talk of forced marriage, woman offered as collateral for gambling debt, bad mobsters, guilt.

Author notes: This started out as something lighthearted but got dark real fast. Two more parts.

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After receiving the bill for his lunch at the diner in the small Alabama town he stopped in, Bucky Barnes took the slip of paper with him to the cash register. Pulling his bank card out he smiled at the server.

“How was your meal, sir?” she asked.

“Excellent, thank you.”

He followed the prompts on the readout and entered a good tip before tapping the card on the portable terminal. A beep signified its acceptance, and he took the receipt, folding it into his wallet. He knew he could have waited until he got to Delacroix to eat but this diner had great burgers and pie, and the best way to end a good meal like that was with a slice of homemade apple pie. With a polite nod he stepped out into the hot afternoon and took the few steps to his motorcycle. In a couple of hours, he’d be sitting on Sam’s porch, a cold beer in his hand, and a quiet evening to look forward to with his adopted family. Pulling his helmet on, he straddled his motorcycle, turned it on and headed towards the main road, looking for the signs leading him back to the highway towards Louisiana. Suddenly, a woman in a wedding dress ran onto the middle of the road, waving her arms to get him to stop.

“Are you going out of town?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Yes,” he replied, puzzled.

“Take me with you, please,” she pleaded. “I have to get out of here before they realize I’m gone.”

Her face was flushed from the heat making her glow, but her eyes were desperate, that is when they weren’t looking in the direction she came from. By the way she was breathing and the signs of fear she was giving off, Bucky knew this woman was afraid for her life.

“Okay, but you’ll have to wear my helmet,” he said, undoing it.

“Deal.”

She yanked her veil off and jammed the helmet on, doing up the buckle. Gathering up the skirt of her wedding dress she climbed on behind Bucky and pulled herself close to his back. Tapping his belly as she wrapped her arms around him, she told him to go. With a grim smile he applied the gas and pulled away, listening to her cry in relief. An hour later he pulled into a rest stop.

“Park where they won’t see you,” she suggested.

Slowly, he drove around to the back where there was a small park with picnic tables. Turning his motorcycle off he waited for her to dismount before he did the same. She took the helmet off, giving him the first extended look at her in her wedding dress, which she had bunched up and was holding in one of her arms.

“Bucky,” he said, offering her his hand.

“Just call me Rita,” she replied, shaking his hand in return. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Cold feet?” he asked, knowing there was much more to this story.

“No, forced marriage. I was put up as collateral for a debt by my prick of a boyfriend … ex-boyfriend.”

He really didn’t know what to say to that and she didn’t offer more information, so he decided to play it neutrally.

“Well, you’re not exactly dressed for travelling. You’ll be pretty obvious in that dress.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, looking at the thick bundle of wedding dress in her arm. “Where you headed?”

“Delacroix, near New Orleans,” said Bucky. “You could hide out there.”

She considered his words, looking around, then let out a breath.

“Alright,” she said. “First, I need to cut some of this dress away. You have a knife?”

A sly smile passed across Bucky’s face, and he slid a knife out of his boot. Her eyes widened but she kept her smile at the sight of it, recognizing it as an actual weapon and not a penknife like she thought she was asking about. She took it and started hacking away at the hem, but he stayed her hand and took the knife back.

“Stand still,” he ordered, studying how the dress was constructed.

Locating one of the side seams he ripped through it up to her knees, then used the knife to make a small horizontal cut in the layers of fabric. Handing the knife back to her he pulled the rip apart through all of the layers at one time, tearing it across her knees to the other side, where he resumed ripping the seam back down to the hem. He repeated the process on the back part of the dress, ending up with an almost even hem that would pass a quick look. Opening one of his saddle bags he looked through it and pulled out a hoodie.

“This should cover you more effectively and disguise that you’re wearing a wedding dress,” he said, looking critically at his handiwork. “I’ll have to stop somewhere and get another helmet. A pair of pants for you would probably be a good idea because you’ll freeze your legs quickly on the highway.”

“I have no money,” she said. “They have it all … my money, my ID, my clothes.”

“Not a problem. If there is anyone who knows how to hide, it’s me. Let me help you.”

Rita, frowned, looking at Bucky again. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for her to say something.

“You look familiar,” she said. “Are you wanted?”

A slight grin formed on his face. “I was a number of years ago but I’m legit now,” he said.

She was still frowning so he took his gloves off and showed his left hand to her. Instantly, she flashed her eyes up at him.

“You’re that Bucky?” she asked.

“I’m that Bucky,” he confirmed.

“They’ll come looking for me,” said Rita. “They’re Russian loan sharks and they were marrying me off to the son of one of them, a real bastard as well.”

“Russian mobsters can be like that,” he replied, looking back out at the highway. “Since you know who I am, you know I can handle myself with guys like that although Delacroix might not be such a good idea.” She looked at him questioningly. “Too many innocent people there that I care about. I can probably get you to wherever else you want to go, although your ID might be an issue. Might be able to set you up with some false ID.”

“Alright. I guess I don’t have much choice.”

He got back on the motorcycle, while Rita got on behind him, tightening the helmet strap. Checking his phone, Bucky located a place to buy another motorcycle helmet and some clothes for Rita. It wasn’t far, maybe 10 miles away. As he started up his ride, he smiled when he felt Rita clutch him tight. Without the bulk of the dress between them he could feel more of her body against his. Putting his motorcycle into gear he headed back onto the highway.

Less than 15 minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of the motorcycle shop. Bucky walked in and asked to see the helmets, picking one out for Rita. Satisfied with the fit he asked about women’s clothing and was directed to several racks. She flipped through them, finding some T-shirts, a pair of jeans, and a jacket. When she saw the price on the jacket, she put it back and Bucky checked the tag.

“Take it, I can afford it,” he said.

“But we don’t even know each other,” she replied. “I can’t pay you back.”

He looked at the clerk. “Can you give us a moment?” The clerk moved away. “Did I ask for repayment?”

“No, but no one gives anyone anything for free,” she said. She clamped her mouth shut for a moment trying not to cry. When she spoke, her voice trembled. “I can only pay you one way and ….”

Bucky took a deep breath then patiently looked her in the eyes. “I’m not asking you to pay me back, especially not that way. That’s not the kind of man I am. When I was on the run, I was terrified of everyone that came near me but there were kind people who helped me with food, money, clothes, and even a place to sleep. It was hard, really hard to accept that help, but I did, and although a few took advantage of me, most of them were just being kind. Let me help you, please.”

She sniffed, wiping some tears from her face. Reaching into his jeans he pulled out a neatly folded cloth handkerchief and handed it to her. Accepting it, she wiped her eyes then nodded her head and took the clothes to the change room. When she came out wearing the jeans and one of the T-shirts, Bucky asked what else she needed.

“Underwear, socks, and footwear,” she replied. “We can go to a Walmart for those.”

“We’ll take these,” he said to the clerk, putting the other items on the counter.

The clerk gave Bucky a pair of scissors so he could cut the tags from the clothes she was wearing. While he waited Bucky noted a pair of security cameras. Leaning towards the man Bucky pointed at them.

“I’m helping the lady leave a domestic abuse situation,” he said. “I’m worried her ex will come in here looking for her. How much to remove her presence from the record if they do?”

The man glanced at Rita, still trying to calm herself down. “No charge,” he said. “My sister had a bastard of a husband who beat her. It took a while to get her to a safe place, but he hasn’t found her yet and if he does, I’ll kill him.”

She looked at the clerk, giving him a grateful smile which he returned. With the purchase complete they stepped outside the store. Bucky packed her new clothes into a saddle bag, then waited for her to put the jacket and new helmet on. When they were both on, he started it up and pulled away, heading towards the highway. As they approached the on ramp, he noticed a police car waiting in a strange spot just past where the road merged with the highway. Instead of going on it he kept going on the local road, keeping his speed steady. Watching his rear-view mirrors for any signs of the police car he drove towards the next town. No one seemed to be following them but that single police car kept bothering him as they got closer. When he saw the sign for the local Walmart, he pulled into the parking lot and found a spot that was surrounded by bigger trucks. Rita dismounted, took off her helmet and stood facing him.

“Why didn’t you go on the highway?”

“There was a police car on the on ramp and it wasn’t in a normal position,” he said. “It didn’t feel right, and I’ve learned to trust my instincts.” He opened the one set of saddle bags again and dug through it, finding a black baseball cap and handing it to her. “Put this on. Keep your head down and don’t draw attention to yourself. We go in, get what you need and come out.”

Doing as he asked, Rita gathered her hair together and threaded it through the back of the cap, pulling the brim down low on her face. Bucky stood in front of her, looking critically at the placement of it, nodded and took her by the hand.

“We’re just boyfriend and girlfriend picking up some things,” he said. “Excessive public displays of affection bother people but if you look like you’re afraid they’ll notice as well.” Rita gave him some side-eye. “I’m not saying be all over me but if we hold hands or touch each other casually, it’s more believable. We just want to blend in, okay?”

“Okay.”

She put her hand in his and they walked towards the entrance. The greeter welcomed them, and they both smiled pleasantly at him in response. Going to the ladies’ wear, Rita picked out some cotton panties, finding some on sale. She went to the bra section where Bucky turned around, letting her find what she needed. Fortunately, one of the brands she was familiar with was in stock, and she picked up a couple in her size.

“I better grab something to sleep in,” she said. “Don’t worry. I’m a T-shirt and shorts girl.”

From sleepwear they went to the socks and grabbed a couple of pairs. Shoes were next and she chose a pair of slip-on sneakers.

“What about toiletries?” he asked. “I have a few things but probably not what you need. We should get a backpack for you as well, so it’s all together in one bag.”

With a nod she went to the personal care items, picking out a cleanser, moisturizer and sunscreen, as well as some deodorant, toothbrush, hairbrush and hair bands. On the way to the cashier, they stopped off to get a backpack, choosing a neutral colour with no markings. At the cash register Bucky paid cash then they used the backpack to put everything in. Before they came out Bucky looked out over the parking lot, checking for any vehicles that looked like they didn’t belong there. Nothing jumped out at him, so they quickly walked to the motorcycle, where Rita switched out her fancy sandals for socks and the sneakers. She threaded her arms through the backpack straps.

“I’m going to make a call while we’re on the road,” said Bucky, pointing to his helmet. “Bluetooth, so don’t mind that I’m talking to someone.”

“Who are you calling?” asked Rita.

“Help,” he said. “We need somewhere safe for you to go.”

Handing the ball cap back to Bucky she put the helmet on, mounting the bike behind him. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he voice-called Sam.

“Hey, where are you?” asked his partner. “I was expecting you a couple of hours ago.”

“Yeah, about that,” replied Bucky.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing,” declared the super soldier. “Well, I gave someone a ride and it’s becoming more complicated.” He could feel Sam’s eye roll through the speaker in his helmet. “She was in trouble, and I think we have the Russian mob looking for us.”

“She… she’s a woman?”

“Well, the term does generally indicate a woman,” answered Bucky. “She doesn’t seem to be trans, not that it would matter. I was going to bring her to Delacroix but when she told me about the mob connection, I figured it would be better if I could get her to a safe house, so I changed directions. I can’t exactly look up safe houses while I’m driving.”

“Why do you always seem to find someone who needs help?” asked Sam. “I mean, I know that’s what we do but seriously, do you have a sign on you that says superhero for rent?”

“She’s not paying me. In fact, she has nothing … no money, no ID, no clothes. I had to buy her something to wear because what she had on was too distinctive. Don’t worry, I paid cash for the most recent purchase but I’m running low on that and will need to find one of my bank’s branches to make a withdrawal.”

“Have you made any purchases using your bank card?” asked Sam.

“Yeah ….” Bucky winced. “I bought lunch in the town I picked her up in and then I had to buy another motorcycle helmet and some clothes at a place 30 miles from there. Do you think you can get someone to get rid of the tracking on those two purchases?”

There was a heavy sigh at the other end. “You know that Fury is not going to be happy about you going rogue. What if a mission comes up?”

“Well, remind him that sometimes the mission is one ordinary person,” snapped Bucky, immediately regretting his tone with his friend. “I couldn’t say no to a woman in a wedding dress asking me to help her get away from a forced marriage to a mobster, could I?”

“No, I wouldn’t either,” admitted Sam. “Give me your location and I’ll try to find the closest safe house. Just don’t leave a trail of bodies in your wake.”

Bucky gave Sam his current position, along with the location where he found Rita, and the name of the store where he bought the helmet. With a promise not to stop until Sam got back to him, he ended the call. For another hour he drove without hearing anything, then Rita suddenly squeezed on his middle, and he leaned his head back to hear her yell as loud as she could.

“Stop!”

He pulled over onto a country road, travelling a little down it until he saw a place that was obscured from the highway. Before he stopped completely, Rita had scrambled off, running into the bushes. At first, he started following her, but she called out.

“I had to go to the bathroom,” she yelled. “I was trying to hold it, but it got too hard.”

With a slight grin he returned to his motorcycle and leaned against it. Several moments later she came out, looking relieved. At that moment his cell phone rang, and he answered it, leaving it off speaker.

“Alright, I have the location of a safe house, but you’ll have to stay in a motel tonight,” he said. “The safe house is in Memphis.” Bucky grunted. “Hey, it’s the best we can do on short notice. I already booked you a place to stay tonight in Jackson and prepaid it with an untraceable credit card. Do you have your alias ID with you?”

“Yeah,” replied Bucky.

“The reservation is under that name.” Sam hesitated. “Fury had me check the police chatter for any APBs on a woman in your area. So far, they haven’t associated her with a mode of transport so you should be okay. They’re looking for a Rita Harmon, age 29, on suspicion of murder. Her boyfriend, Jason Tierney was found dead in Mobile. Shot in the head execution style. She has no priors, nothing even suspicious, but the boyfriend was known in illegal gambling circles, Russian operated ones. Looks like her story checks out.”

Bucky looked at Rita, not saying anything. Once they got to the motel, he would break it to her that her former boyfriend paid for her escape with his life.

“One more thing,” said Sam. “With the involvement of the Russian mafia, Fury is interested in making this an official case. Preliminary investigation into those gambling circles has also uncovered a link to human trafficking and arms dealing, some of it out of Mobile, so they’re using the port. He’s working on burying the APBs on her but if the cops in certain jurisdictions are compromised ….”

“Understood,” said Bucky. “Like I said, complicated.”

“Yeah,” sighed Sam. “Be careful.”

Bucky hung up and mounted his motorcycle. “Come on, we have a place to stay tonight but we need to get there as soon as we can.”

She wanted to ask what he had learned but the tone of his voice was serious, so she got on behind him and wrapped her arms around him. Before he pulled away, he patted her hand sympathetically, leading her to think something had happened. It wasn’t until an hour later, when he pulled into the motel and checked in under a different name that she knew for certain.

Unlocking the door, Bucky stood in the doorway, watching the parking lot and highway carefully for any signs of being watched or followed. When he was satisfied, he stepped into the motel room and locked the door behind him, then dropped his helmet on the bed closest to the door. Rita was already sitting on the other bed, her hand on top of the backpack beside her. Sitting across from her, Bucky took a deep breath, deciding to figuratively rip the bandaid off.

“The authorities found your boyfriend, Jason Tierney,” he said sombrely. “I’m sorry but they killed him.”

Her mouth twitched slightly, then she pressed her lips together as if trying to stifle what was coming but a deep sob erupted from her anyways, and she buried her face in her hands. For several moments he watched her cry, then sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. Desperately, Rita clutched his leather jacket as she pressed her face into his chest, her tears seeping through both the Henley shirt and the T-shirt he wore. Bucky knew no words would comfort her, so he just stroked her back allowing her to bare her pain, until the sobs lessened and were replaced by slight hiccups as she began to breathe properly again.

“Why?” she asked, still pressed into his chest. “Why would they kill him?”

“There’s a connection to arms dealing and human trafficking,” said Bucky. “Even with the little I told them about you there was enough evidence for my boss to decide to get involved officially. I guess you’re a material witness now.”

Pulling away slightly Rita dug into the front pocket of her jeans and pulled out Bucky’s handkerchief, wiping her eyes. She was about to blow her nose on it then reached over to the tissue box on the nightstand, pulling a couple of them out instead. Nodding her head to show she understood, Rita stood up to throw the used tissue in a wastebasket, then leaned against the dresser, taking some more breaths as she tried to center herself.

“There’s one more thing,” said Bucky, from where he still sat. “Mobsters like these guys tend to have law enforcement in their pockets. They’re looking for you, on suspicion of murdering your boyfriend. My boss is trying to bury the bulletins that are out for you, but corrupt cops are probably being offered big money under the table to find you.”

“Fuck,” she groaned, ready to start crying again.

“Hey,” said Bucky, standing up to come closer to her. He bent over to make eye contact with her. “This isn’t your fault.”

“He’s dead because I ran out of the wedding,” she said, her lips trembling again.

“No.” Bucky shook his head emphatically. “He’s dead because he got involved with some very bad people, and he pulled you into it without your knowledge or consent. A gambling debt to these guys is like a contract and your boyfriend signed that contract when he offered you as collateral. You had no choice in this, none. Do you think he even considered what they would do to you if you went through with the wedding? You would have been property, probably branded or tattooed to show that you belonged to that family. Then they would have kept you prisoner in who knows what kind of conditions, expected to be available to your husband or others at all hours of the day or night. That’s slavery, Rita.”

The way his gaze was locked on hers hammered home the truth of what he was telling her. It also proved how easily she had believed Jason’s lies, as she told Bucky her story. Even though they had only been together for a year she had given up a good job for him, as he pursued his dream of being a professional poker player. She spoke of all the times he promised her how she would live like a queen when he hit the big-time poker circuit. Instead, they had stayed in fleabag motels, eating takeout dinners from greasy spoon outlets.

Then Jason heard of a big poker game near Mobile, Alabama. He sold her car to get enough money to stake a spot at the table, promising her that if he won this game, he could buy her a new car. As she sat watching him play, she realized well before him that it was a rigged game. The subtle signals the other players were giving each other became more and more obvious, indicating that they were working together. When she tried to warn him, he dismissed her with a wave of his hand, as one of the other players asked if he was pussy whipped. Then that man had said something to another man standing inside the door, speaking in what sounded like Russian. A firm grip on her arm and the sight of those cold dark eyes on her told her that she was no longer welcome in the room. Jason didn’t even bat an eye at it, as he was deep into his own lie of winning the pot. When he came out just minutes later, he couldn’t even make eye contact with her, just walked past as if she no longer mattered.

She looked at Bucky, swallowed then sighed. Something told her that he would go all out to protect her. Would it be enough?

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Bucky’s father had told him that he had to propose soon, and so he set up a family party inviting lots of people, friends of his and friends of hers along with some of her colleagues, and her secretary he owed her an apology.  So he went out buying a ring for her and he was making it as real as possible, it was rose gold with white diamonds decorating it. 

He had some business he had to attend to before anything that night happened, when he walked into his home he was bombarded by Steve and his men. “What the fuck do you mean Pierce and his men interrupted a shipment?” He asked with irritation.

“That’s what I said when he told me.” Steve spoke up.

Bucky huffed. “Fucking figure it out, I don’t want to be stressed for tonight alright, well I’m already stressed, but I don’t need more so you two figure it out.”

Later that day, Bucky got dressed up in a nice suit, the collar covered the tattoo along his neck, he got into his car and drove off to the party. Once there he talked with Sam, then Y/n’s father came up to him. “I assume you talked to her, after the very angry phone call I got about you not towards me.” Henry asked. 

“I did, she agreed.” He said shortly. 

Henry rolled his eyes. “You're ruining your marriage before it even begins. I was hoping my daughter would have better but I assumed wrong.” Henry walked away. 

Soon after Y/n showed up to the party wearing a gorgeous dress, and she was brought to his side by the many daughters, and wifes of the families. She started to ramble at his side. gh your body, but you were rushed to Bucky’s side immediately by people whom you didn’t know. “I told everyone at my work that I will no long-”

She was cut off by a man and as he walked up and spoke to Y/n, Bucky felt himself grow defensive like he wanted to impress her, the man, Lucus, walked away. “Who was that?”

“My assistant.” She stated. 

“Well you two seem close.” He couldn’t believe how he sounded . 

Y/n smirked. “If it weren't for the fact of you hating me, I’d say you were jealous, he’s a great guy, but um too blond, and gay, so I’ll settle on the fact of you having to be my fiance.”  

Bucky nodded. “So uh how was work?” 

“It was a normal day, I told everyone I will be leaving soon.” Y/n’s voice lowered, sounding sad. Bucky was about to apologize to her when his father came by and quickly whispered something to him. Bucky pulled everyone's attention to him and Y/n. 

You walked into your office a few days later having come up with a plan, you told your secretary to arrange a meeting with the whole main staff and lead lawyers. You sat at the table and many people had questions about why they were called into the meeting room for major cases. “Mis. Y/l/n.” Your secretary got your attention. “Who was the guy who was here the other day asking for you? He claimed that he was ‘Practically your fiance’.” She asked. 

“Yes he practically is, but that's not what I’m here to talk about that, well sort of, he is a stubborn ass and I don’t really have a choice, he had some stupid requierments, and I can’t be working, but I’m not going to just leave, I will be managing everything  from a computer.”  You explained. “So I will be here but I won’t, any conversations you need to have will be through text or skype.” 

“When will this procedure become effective?” One of your employees asked you.

You sighed. “I don’t know yet, but as soon as I do I will let you all know, but it could be soon or a year from now we'll see.” You shrugged. “I want you all to proceed as if nothing is going to change. I haven't worked for all of this for nothing.” 

“Mis. Y/l/n, how will you be handling cases?” One of the lawyers asked. 

“Through the call and the day of court I will be there, no matter what I am accountable for my plaintiff’s.” You answered. “Anything else I need to cover?” You were met with silence. “Good I will speak with you all another time.” 

That evening you went home and got ready for another party that evening, this time your dad notified you to  wear something a little nicer than a normal party. This made you a bit more suspicious. But you put on a black lace dress with a nude underline with a slit, along with nude heels, you did your make up and curled your hair, then headed out, to the party. You drove to the place and you headed to your childhood home where the party was taking place. Once you got there you walked in with your head held high, and confidence flowed through your body, but you were rushed to Bucky’s side immediately by people whom you didn’t know. “I told everyone at my work that I will no long-” You were cut off by your assistant. 

“Mis. Y/l/n.” He smiled. 

“Lucus.” You smiled bringing him in for a hug. “W-why couldn’t you make it in today but came to this and why are you here?” You asked with shock. 

“Well earlier I had a family thing I had to be at, I’m sorry, un Lindsy will catch me up.” He shrugged off, then kissed you on the cheek, before walking away.

“Who was that?” Bucky questioned. 

You looked at him. “My assistant.”

“Well you two seem close.” Bucky said stiffly, almost in a disappointed tone.

You laughed dryly. “. “If it weren't for the fact of you hating me, I’d say you were jealous, he’s a great guy, but um too blond, and gay, so I’ll settle on the fact of you having to be my fiance.” 

Bucky tucked his hands in his pockets. “So uh how was work?” 

Your good mood dampened at his question.“It was a normal day, I told everyone I will be leaving soon.” But then George Barnes passed and Bucky was back to being Bucky and got it so everyone's attention was on both of you, your brows furrowed, at the sudden change in mood.

“Thank you everyone for coming here today for a celebration of I and Y/n.” Bucky spoke to everyone at once. “And so I think I should be getting on with the reason you're here.” Bucky turned to you. “Y/n- Y/m/n- Y/l/n, would you do me the honor of being my wife?” He kneeled down and pulled out a gorgeous ring. 

You fained surprise. “Yes.” You smiled, Bucky stood up and wrapped you in a hug around your waist so you wrapped your arms around his neck, people took photos of the both of you.

Later after what felt like everyone at the party congratulated you, you turned to Bucky. “Why didn’t you give me at least a warning?” You asked. 

“Because I found out yesterday and I was a little bit busy Y/n.” He argued with you. 

You shook your head. “You're so selfish.” His lips pierced, he led you away. “I’m not fucking selfish.” He said in a rough tone.

You felt yourself grow wet at the fact of his hand around your throat, but you weren’t going to show the effect he had on you. “Get.Your.Hand. Away from my throat, I’ll see you when you come up with more of your fucking demands I guess or at the Wedding practise dinner.” You walked away to leave the party. 

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Okay? Okay.

Summary: The powerful James Buchanan Barnes loves you, but has kept his business a secret from you. Unfortunately, you find out when a rival of his finds you.

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Warnings: Swearing, violence, talks of murder (bad guy), angst with fluff at the end

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Bucky was completely infatuated with you. He loves you, he actually said those words to you and those words had never been uttered to any other woman in his life since his mother. It was reserved specifically for you- his little, perfect, innocent angel.

He knew it was wrong to hide things from you, to keep the dark secrets of his business, but he didn’t want to scare you off. He had to keep you close. He didn’t want to tell you he was a powerful, dangerous man because you told him you had enough danger throughout your life. You had been new to town and didn’t know a thing about him which he enjoyed. Such a naive girl and he loved it. He knew you’d figure it out eventually, you may be naive but you weren’t stupid, and he hoped he would be the one to tell you.

Bucky’s first thought when you didn’t answer his call, instead forwarding him to voicemail, is that he got his schedules mixed up and missed a date with you so you were upset at him. But then he tried calling you again and got the machine saying your number was no longer in service meaning you blocked his number, he knew it was something more serious. 

You were so important to him that Bucky walked out of an important meeting without a word, driving to your apartment. He didn’t need a key, he owned the building and had one already. He slipped through your door and shut it behind him, “Baby, you here?” He called out as he walked around your apartment slowly trying to find any trace of you, “Come out, come out wherever you are…” He sang as he walked around through your bedroom before heading into your bathroom. His brow furrowed when he looked in the trash can, pulling out the diamond necklace he had gotten you but that wasn’t what caught his eye. What caught his eye and raised his concern was the bloody towel under the necklace, “Oh darlin, what happened to you?” He pondered aloud though his voice had changed to one that sounded threatening and dark. 

With one phone call, his men were roaming the streets looking for you. Even some police he had on his payroll were looking for any sign of you. Bucky was driving slowly up and down the streets, his eyes scanning every person trying to find your face, a face he would know anywhere. Then the call came in from his right hand man, Steve, saying you were at the club where you worked. Dammit. Bucky should’ve checked there first but didn’t because he knew your schedule, you weren’t supposed to be working tonight. He sped his way to the club, marching in through the doors and scanning every face trying to find you. It brought back memories of how he originally met you seven months ago:

Bucky walked into the club, taking up his usual spot on the curved plush couch. He enjoyed the women here, liked to ogle them until they were flushed with desire for him but none of them were good enough. The club was a gentleman’s club, one meant for men to enjoy women in skimpy clothing that left nothing to the imagination. Sometimes there would be poker games that Bucky would host here and sometimes he would do business transactions here. But tonight was all about pleasure for him, he just had to find the right woman he could make his for the night before discarding. 

It wasn’t his usual day to come in. He never came in on Fridays and quickly noticed things were different when the dancers exited the stages and instead you came on one of the stages dressed in a short black dress, tall red heels and a matching boa around your neck. He raised an eyebrow at you, wondering if you were going to strip off that pretty little dress you wore right in front of him but then you did something unexpected. Music started playing and you lifted a microphone to your lips, starting to sing ‘My Oh My’ By Camila Cabello. Your voice was the sweetest sound he ever heard. He watched you step off the stage, sitting on the laps of other men and flirting with them as you sang before walking around and riling up the crowd. He realized then your job was to give the dancers a break while leaving the men in the crowd wanting more. Then you made your way over to Bucky, dropping yourself into his lap as you sang,

“A little bit older,

A black leather jacket.

A bad reputation, 

insatiable habits.”

You sang as you tickled his nose with the red feathers on the boa,

“He was onto me, one look and I couldn’t breath.” You leaned close, your eyes meeting his gorgeous baby blues while your lips grazed along his neck but still you sang, 

“I said, “if you kiss me, I might let it happen.”

Then you stood up, wiggling those cute hips in front of him,

“I swear on my life that I’ve been a good girl,

Tonight, I don’t wanna be her.”

Then you returned to the stage and finished your song, leaving men around the club whistling as you wondered behind the curtain to the backstage. The dancers came back on but Bucky wasn’t looking at any of them, his brain stuck on you. You were so close he could smell you, sweet like strawberries. The way your lips felt on his neck sent shivers down his spine and goosebumps on his skin. It was right then that he knew he wanted you, needed you. No other woman had made his skin crawl like you had. 

Bucky flagged down the manager and asked about you, “Who is she? The woman that sang?”

“That’s Y/N Y/L/N.” Your manager replied with a sweet smile. She was an older woman that took care of all the girls here.

“I’d like to see her.” Bucky said with a smile, but his eyes let your manager know that there was no room for her to deny his request. He followed the manager to the back, walking through the door she pointed to and there you were. Sitting on a chair scrolling through your phone, “Hello, gorgeous.” Bucky grinned over at you, shutting the door behind him and walking up to the chair you sat in. It was then he saw the innocence in your eyes as you looked up at him all doe eyed, and that just captivated him more.

Bucky pushed past the bouncers keeping everybody from going to the back where the dancers and you were, thought it didn’t take much. They knew who he was and they knew better than to stop him when he had that look in his eye. He stomped back to your designated door, trying to open it but it was locked, “Sweetheart, I know you’re in there. Open up.” He said, gently tapping his knuckles against the door.

You sniffled from the small chair, your eyes going to the door when you heard the familiar voice of the man you loved. You chewed on your lips and shook your head to yourself, “No. I don’t want to see you.” You say back loud enough for him to hear you.

Bucky sighs and puts his hands on each side of the doorframe, “Please baby, I saw the blood at the apartment. I just want to see that you’re okay.” He stood there for a moment, staring at his shiny shoes as he waited for your reply but it didn’t come, “If you don’t open up the door, you know I’ll just break it down. You don’t want that, do you darlin?”

You roll your eyes and stand up, unlocking the door and quickly stepping away, hanging your head low to cover your face as you slumped back into your chair. You started to pick at the white polish on your nails as you waited for him to enter.

Bucky’s lips twitched into a smile when he heard the door unlock but faded when he remember the reason he was here. You blocked his number, threw away his necklace, and there was blood on a towel in your bathroom. He opened the door and shut it behind him, crossing the room to you and dropping to his knees. He immodestly lifted his hand to lift your chin between his thumb and index finger then frowned when he saw your face and neck. There was a cut across your right cheek bone as well as a bruise and there was a bruise on your throat in the shape of a hand, “Oh, sweet girl, who did this to you?”

You were walking out of the bakery and to your car, a bag full of fresh muffins in your hand. You were looking at the ground as you stepped down the alley towards your where you car was parked when you ran right into somebody, “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looki-“ Then you gasped as you were shoved against the brick wall with a hand to your throat, squeezing so hard you clawed at the arm of the owner that had you in his grasp.

“You must be Barnes’ girl.” The man said with a sickening smile, leaning close and rubbing his nose along your cheek, “Pretty little thing.” He watched as your mouth opened but all that came out were choked gasps for air, “You’re going to tell him not to go through with his purchase.”

The man released his squeeze on your throat enough to allow small breaths of air to enter your lungs and allow you to squeak out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about… Please let me go..”

The man backhanded you on your right cheek, the rings on his fingers opening up a cut to your cheek bone with a sharp sting before his grip on your throat tightened again, “Don’t play with me, pretty thing.” He was close again, licking up your freshly damaged cheek with a chuckle, “You tell him this will be his only warning and that next time I’ll return you to him in chopped up in itty bitty bits. It’d be such a shame to ruin something as pretty as you.” He released you and was gone in a moment.

You fell to the hard ground, your hand going to your throat as you coughed and willed air into your lungs. You ran to your car, leaving the bag of muffins on the ground. You drove home and walked inside, locking the door behind you. You immediately went to the bathroom, sobs ripping through your chest as you saw the damage done to you. You grabbed the hand towel and dabbed the blood away from the damaged cheek before throwing it in the trash can and staring at the bruises on your neck. Then your eyes lingered to the necklace Bucky had given you and you ripped it from your neck and threw it in the trash can, leaving your apartment to the only place you knew you’d be safe, the club. You explained what happened to your manager who allowed you to stay in one of the rooms in the back until you figured out what to do.

You flinch away from Bucky when he sees your face, pulling yourself from his touch and looking down again. Fresh tears fell from your eyes onto your lap, “I don’t know who he was…” You whisper out, your voice scratchy before lifting your eyes to meet his, “But he knew you.”

Bucky frowned, he couldn’t help but feel hurt with the way you pulled away from his touch. You had never done that before, if anything you were always leaning into his touch or begging for him to touch you more. Then his frown deepened at your words. One of his enemies had figured out his secret, his love for you, “What did he say?” He asks in a more stern voice. He was going to find whoever hurt you and make them pay in the most painful way possible. 

You took a deep breath and kept your stare into his eyes even though your vision was blurred with tears, “He said to tell you to not go through with your purchase.” You said, gauging his reaction, “Or next time he return me to you chopped up into itty bitty bits.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, keeping himself calm even though his muscles were clenching at the sound of you being threatened. His perfect little innocent angel had finally been caught up in his world and he hadn’t been there to protect you or warn you of the dangers. He slowly stood, taking another deep breath before outstretching his hand to you, “Come on babydoll, I’ll take you to my house where you’ll be safe.”

Your eyes went to his outstretched hand. You could hear the authority in his tone even though he tried to hide it. You shake your head and look up at him, “I’m not going with you.” You tell him, “I don’t even know who you really are.”

Bucky sighs and keeps his hand outstretched to you while his other pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment before meeting your gaze again, “Come with me, sweetheart, and I’ll explain everything.” When you made no movements, he started speaking again, “Take my hand or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you out kicking and screaming. I don’t care which you choose but you’re coming with me either way.”

You swallow hard and slowly take his hand, watching as his ringed fingers intertwine with yours. You rather do this civilly than making a scene, especially since you really didn’t know the other side of the man in front of you. 

The car ride to his home was so silent you could hear the shifting of the gears as he drove. He kept one hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze every once in a while. You knew he kept looking over to you but you kept a steady gaze outside the window. Once you were at his house, he lead you inside. You had never been to this house before. Bucky lead you to his office and sat you down on his desk with one swift movement, examining the cut on your face, “Has this been cleaned?” He asks.

You nod at his question. One of the girls at the club had cleaned it for you when you arrived so it shouldn’t get infected. You lower your gaze to the ground, staring at his shiny black shoes as you chewed on your bottom lip.

Bucky stared at you, trying to discern was swimming around in that beautiful brain of yours. He stepped away and walked around his desk, shuffling through his drawers and pulling out pictures. He passed them to you, “Was it any of these men?”

You take the photos with a sigh, flipping through them as you examined the face in each photo until you found the man that attacked you wearing the same sickening smile in the photo as he was when he attacked you. You handed him the photo in silence and put the rest of the photos beside you on the desk.

Bucky looked at the photo and nodded, setting it aside before returning his attention on you. He places either hand on the side of your thighs, leaning so close his nose was almost touching yours, “I’m so sorry this happened to you. It will never happen again.”

You stare into his eyes, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your nose at how close he was to you. You let out a shattered breath as tears slowly slipped down your face again, “Who are you?” You whisper out.

Bucky lifts a hand, gently wiping away your tears but remaining close to you, “You know who I am, sweet girl. You’re the only one who truly knows who I am.” He says softly back to you.

You shook your head at him, “I don’t know who you are, James.” You respond in a soft voice, “I didn’t even know you lived here. Seven months together and I feel like I don’t even know you. I got threatened by someone because of whatever you do. He said he would chop me up, James! What, are you part of some sort of mob or something?”

Bucky sighs and tucks some hair behind your ear. He wasn’t about to let you slip away from him, he loves you and needed you with him. You were a drug to him and he couldn’t quit now, “I’m an associate of one.” He said honestly, “I buy buildings for them to run their business in and make it look legit. The man that attacked you, his name is Rumlow, a competitor of those I’m associated with. His boss is trying to stop a purchase on a building in their territory.” He watched your jaw drop and you lean away from him, fear flaming into your expression. He quickly places his hand on your uninjured cheek, “I didn’t want to scare you, sweetheart. I didn’t want you to be scared of me but everything you know about me is true. Especially the parts that love you.”

You sat there, wide eyed and blinking at him in disbelief at his words. You knew he was well known and powerful, but not to this extent, “I… I can’t believe you.” You say after a few moments of putting your thoughts together and finding your voice, “You work for a mob?” You ask shaking your head, “I can’t be apart of this, James. I need to leave.” You say, scooting yourself off from sitting on the desk but Bucky trapped you with his hands on your waist.

“As much as I don’t want you apart of this either, you are now.” Bucky said down to you, a serious look taking over his features, “I wanted to keep my business separate from my life with you, but now you’re in it, sweetheart. If I let you go, you’ll be in danger and I can’t let that happen.”

You tired to wiggle your way out of his grasp but he didn’t move his hands from your hips, “So what? I’m your prisoner now?” You hiss out at him, anger flooding your veins.

“No.” Bucky said quickly, “I just need to keep you safe for now, take care of the problem.” He leans forward and places a soft kiss to your hairline, “I’ll never force you to do anything. If you want to leave after I take care of Rumlow, I’ll help you get away. But I hope you stay,” He said, looking down into your eyes once more, “Because I love you and I know you love me. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You’ll always be safe with me, I promise.”

You stared at him, your hands gripping onto the arms of his suite jacket tightly. Then you felt yourself crumble. You did love him, more than you thought you could love anybody but your heart hurt at the deceit. You couldn’t help but push yourself into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around you tightly. It made you feel safe and you started to sob into his black dress shirt.

Bucky leans his forehead down on your shoulder, rubbing his hands up and down your back in a soothing fashion, “I know, baby. I know.” He whispers to you, knowing this was a lot for you to take in. He was happy that you hadn’t tried to leave though, that would involve him having to make you stay and he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to do anything that put him in a bad light to you. Bucky slowly lifted you up into his arms effortlessly as you cried, your face still pressed to his chest. He carried you out of his office and to his bedroom, laying down on the bed with you still in his arms as he let you cry, “I do love you, Y/N.” He whispers to you as he rubs your back, “All I want is to make you happy.” He continued to whisper sweet things to you until you cried yourself to sleep with your face buried in his chest. He kept holding you through the night, not bothering to try and get up to change out of his suit. He just wanted to hold you because he didn’t know if after all this you would be his to hold again.

You didn’t put up a fight about staying at Bucky’s house the next morning. He even had Steve go and pick up things from your apartment to make the guest room more like home. You stayed in your guest room for days, processing your feelings and thoughts. Bucky was dangerous, but not to you. He had been nothing but sweet and kind to you and no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you could leave Bucky and start a new life without him, you didn’t want to. You wanted to be loved by him. You wanted to experience life with him. There was nobody else you could picture yourself with. You let out a deep breath and walk out of your room, quietly going down to Bucky’s office and knocking on the door softly until you heard him say, “Come in.”

Bucky was surprised to see you, but delighted. He had kept his distance, having one of his maids bring up food to you instead of himself. He knew you needed time to process everything and figure out what you wanted to do. The possibility that you were here to tell him you were going to leave him had echoed in his mind the past few days and it honest to god scared him. He needed you in his life, he didn’t know who he was without you anymore. He didn’t like who he was without you. He stood from his desk, crossing the room before leading you over to the couch and sitting beside you, “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks.

You shrug, “As good as I can be, I guess.” You say honestly. You’d be lying if you said you were fine, that you weren’t having nightmares of Rumlow choking you with that awful smile on his lips, “I wanted to talk to you about… us.”

Bucky felt his insides twist with anxiety at your words and prepared himself for the worst, for the heartbreak that he was sure was coming. He didn’t say anything, just watched your face intently for any signs of what you were going to say. His men had already taken care of Rumlow, giving him a horrific beating before firing a couple bullets in him and dropping his body in the bay. He just didn’t know how to tell you that the problem had been taken care of.

“I’m scared, James.” You tell him as you picked at your fingernails, “Not of you, of your world. It terrifies me and I don’t know what to do.” You look up at him, watching him open his mouth to speak but your words came out quicker, “But I love you and I don’t think I can ever stop loving you.”

Bucky felt relief flood his body, the sickening turns of anxiety in his stomach untwisting and melting away. He grabbed onto your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, “Baby, I love you too and I’m so sorry about what happened to you.” His eyes lingered on the healing bruises on your neck for a moment before they flickered back up to your eyes.

“Can you really keep me safe?” You ask softly, “Keep something like this from happening again?”

Bucky nods immediately, “I promise.” His pulled your hand up to his chest, flattening your palm so that you could feel his heartbeat through his thin black shirt, “As long as my heart is beating I will always protect you and love you. You’re it for me, baby.”

You take a deep breath, looking at your hand on his chest before looking up to him from under your long eyelashes, “Okay.” You breath out, already melting under his warm gaze.

“Okay?” Bucky asks, moving his hand to cup your left cheek as he leans closer to you. He stopped just before his lips met yours, his eyes flickering up to yours as he awaits your answer.

“Okay.” You confirm before his lips met yours. They molded perfectly together, like you were made to kiss him and for him to kiss you. It was like a passionate dance as his tongue found his way passed your lips. It felt like a fire had been set aflame in your soul and as your hands slowly snaked up around his neck to loop behind and as he pulled you closer, you knew you were going to spend the rest of your life with James Buchanan Barnes.

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Satisfied

18+

Mob!Steve x reader x Bodyguard!Bucky 

This can be read as a stand alone. What started off as a oneshot turned into a final three part piece with our beautiful menaces. 

Craving

Just a Taste 

Warnings: Cuckolding, Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, dom Steve, switch Bucky, Sub reader, so much dirty talking 

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“Ready to take our cocks baby?” 

You were tossed onto the bed while your husband smirked, his best friend beside him with a matching expression, both men ready to utterly ruin you. You could feel your stomach clench, your pussy already making a mess on the sheets watching Steve starting to loosen his tie. 

“You gonna be a good girl for us princess? Listen to everything we tell you to do, make us feel good?” 

“Yes daddy” 

Bucky’s hand went down to palm his aching length, squeezing it at the way you looked up at Steve with pretty doe eyes before your gaze flicked over to him, a whimper slipping past your lips when you watched Bucky rub his erection. 

“Already needy for his cock, hm? Greedy little baby, all it took was one taste and you’re already whining for him to stuff you full?” Steve cupped your face, pulling you down for a fiery kiss, while his other hand worked at his belt and unzipping his pants. You chased more of his lips, your nipples pebbled, skin hot with anticipation, both men still fully clothed while you were bare. 

Bucky’s cock strained against his pants, It was almost painful, hearing your soft whines and whimpers as Steve slipped his tongue into your mouth. He tried to squeeze his length to calm himself down but it was pointless, there was already a prominent wet patch on his pants from where the tip of his cock rested. He watched Steve’s hand come down to rub through your folds, spreading your slick around. Bucky groaned at the sight of your glistening cunt as you spread your legs further, rubbing your clit while Steve stuffed his fingers into your mouth letting you taste yourself. 

There was only so much restraint Bucky had. 

Your eyes grew wide at the deep moan you heard behind Steve to find Bucky with his cock out, his fist working at his length, eyes locked on you. He bit his lip, giving himself slow strokes from the base of his cock, twisting at the head. Steve continued his ministrations, going back to toying with your pussy while he pulled his own cock out. 

“You see what you do to him baby, couldn’t even keep it in his pants” Steve smirked, watching Bucky stroke himself, the head of his length a silky mess. Your husband pulled away, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. 

“Come here and get on your knees sweets” Both men towered over you as you sunk to the floor, looking up at them, their leaky thick cocks hanging above your face. You let your fingers dig into Steve’s thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, moaning at the taste of him, working your tongue in swirls. You took  more of him till your nose was flush against the base, choking and gagging on his length. 

“Look at her, fuck-she’s-oh God she’s perfect” Bucky was already a babbling mess, watching you slobber over your husband, stroking him while you fit as much as you could into your mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty doll” 

Steve grinned proudly, lightly thrusting into your mouth, Bucky’s broken moans making his cock harder combined with your gagging. As gorgeous as you were on your knees for him, his cock twitched at the thought of you putting on a show for him. He shoved his cock deep into your throat, savoring your soft mouth before giving your bodyguard a taste. 

“Suck his cock babygirl” Steve cooed, gently tugging your hair, pulling you off him and guiding you to Bucky’s leaking tip. Bucky’s eyes grew wide as you greedily lapped him up, your hand teaching up to play with Steve’s balls while you wrapped your lips around your husbands best friend. “That’s it pretty girl, give him some nice sloppy head, you dreamed of this didn’t you? Sucking his dick, tasting his balls, my filthy little bitch”  Steve pushed your head all the way down till you choked, tears streaming down your face. Your thighs were sticky with arousal, your hands now clinging around Bucky’s meaty thighs, nose against the dark hair at the base of his cock. Your husband guided your head up and down, while bringing his hand up to jerk his cock at how perfectly slutty you were. 

“Suck it, tell her how much you love it Buck, how much you love my wife on her knees for you with your dick in her mouth. Tell my precious baby how that’s all she’s good for, cockhungry whore” Bucky’s hands replaced Steve’s, carding through your hair as he started to fuck your mouth, his hips already starting to stutter. 

“Your mouth feels good, so-so fucking good baby, think-fuck, I-I think I’m gonna cum” Bucky’s jaw was slack, his balls throbbing. “C’mon, suck-suck my balls baby, get ‘em both in your mouth” You pulled off with a pop, laving at his warm sac, letting your tongue dip to the underside of his balls making him nearly sob in pleasure, “Oh fuck, that’s it, God they’re so fuckin’ full printsessa, suck’em baby, feel how much cum I have for you”

You whined while keeping your mouth full, letting your hands trail between your legs. play with yourself instead. Your eyes rolled back, fluttering closed as you rubbed yourself faster, letting Bucky fuck your mouth, his balls hitting your chin. 

“My poor needy baby, look at her, can’t ever keep her fucking hands to herself, playing with her tingly little button” Steve let out an amused laugh with a hint of a growl in his voice watching you rub your pussy while you sucked your bodyguard, your eyes closed, lost in how good he tasted. You drank every drop of precum, getting sloppy and messy, letting him practically grind his face on you whenever you sucked his balls. “You wanna be filled up with cock, don’t you baby”

You nodded, giving your husband pleading doe eyes; he nodded to Bucky, helping you onto your feet before tossing you over his shoulder and throwing you back onto the large bed. He sat against the headboard, dragging you like a rag doll to straddle his lap, pressing his length against your folds. 

“Daddy, please” You rutted yourself on him, desperate for some type of relief, gasping when the tip of his cock pressed against your soaked cunt. 

“Don’t be a brat, you’ll get all the cock you want” Steve spanked you ass, gripping your hips and sinking you down on his length, moaning with you as he buried himself to the hilt. Bucky couldn’t help himself, kneeling on the bed beside you both, jerking his cock while you started to move, riding your husband. You needed more, your pussy full but your mouth empty, greedily leaning over so you could take Bucky in your mouth, a pornographic moan escaping from his lips, catching him off guard. 

“Oh-oh FUCK baby!” 

“My pretty princess is such a fuckin’ whore” Steve moaned, throwing his head back while you continued to bounce on his cock while gagging and choking all over Bucky, pulling off his length with a pop just to get a taste of his balls again.

“You like those in your mouth, huh baby?”

“Tastes so good Daddy” You gathered the precum off Bucky’s cock, wetting you lips with his arousal before smashing your lips on Steve, letting him get a taste of what you making you so feral. 

“Yeah? You like how he tastes baby? Didn’t realize you were such a cumslut baby, you love cum don’t you?” Steve snarled, thrusting up from underneath you while you let out choked moans, going back to slobbering all over Bucky. He wanted to cum so badly, fill you up but the fucked up part of his brain wouldn’t let him, only wanting to let go once you were utterly fucked out. He pushed you off his cock so you were lying down, beckoning for his best friend to have a turn instead. 

“I wanna see how much of a slut you are baby. This is what you dreamed of, isn’t it princess? My best friend in our bed?” Steve sat against the headboard against the pillows, gripping the base of his length while Bucky crawled on top of you, his heavy cock bobbing between his legs. You whimpered, spreading your legs for him, his length streaking precum onto your tummy. 

“What else did you need pretty baby, you want it fast or slow, you want me to fucking ruin this pussy or make love to you, hm?” Bucky slipped his thumb past your lips, groaning at the way you started to suck, desperate whines making him throb. “Tell us what you want sweets” 

“I-I-

“You what, needy little baby, what does the little princess want” Bucky cooed, kissing up your neck nipping your jaw, his hand stroking your waist. “Spoilt babygirl, thinking of my cock” 

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist while he groaned, teasing the tip around before slowly pushing himself in you. You moaned for him, digging your heels into his ass till he was all the way in your tummy. He started to rock his hips, grinding and rutting it cock deep in your pussy, a mix of lust and a tinge of envy coursing through his body. 

“F-Fuck, you kept this little slut a secret” He groaned, thinking about all the times he thought you were too sweet, too precious, too innocent to even masturbate to. All the times he hated himself for thinking about his best friends pretty wife, the pretty angel he’d never get to touch, the pretty angel that was letting him now pump his load in her. “You gonna let us pump of full of cum baby?”

“Fill me up Bucky” You slurred out, too fucked out by the stretch of him to care about how needy and desperate you sounded. Steve cocked and eyebrow, watching you mark your bodyguard, dragging your nails across his back, nearly breaking the skin, digging your teeth into his neck. You were so feral for another man, so innocent to the outside world. Fuck he was so lucky. 

“Look at you, moaning for another man in our bed baby, letting him fuck you raw, you feel his cum leaking in you sweets, you letting him make a mess in that tight little pussy?” Steve moaned out, stroking himself faster, watching Bucky pound your pussy, wrecking your body as if he owned it. “You want that baby, want my bestfriends cum in you baby? Say it you fuckin’ slut, say you want another man to cum in you”

“Want-I want his cum daddy!” You cried out while Bucky brought his knee up to fuck you deeper, thrusting into you till the headboard shook. He grunted, sweat beading at his forehead, keeping his face hidden against your neck, utterly lost in how badly he wanted to bust in your pussy. 

“Steve-m’gonna cum-fuck-FUCK” Bucky started to pound you faster, fisting the sheets while his friend let out a breathless chuckle, his own orgasm crawling down his spine watching his wife get railed.

“She’s got you fucked huh? Her pussy makes you never wanna leave-shit” 

“She’s so tight, how-fuck-how are you so tight baby, how the fuck are you taking my cock” Bucky pulled away from the crook of your neck, looking down at where you were both connected, nearly sobbing at the sight of his creamy cock sliding in and out of you, your cunt swallowing his length. “God, I wish you were mine, baby, I never wanna pull out, wanna be in this pussy every. Damn. Day” His hips slammed into you with each word, his balls growing heavier. 

“Hear that princess, you like that?” Steve tucked some of the stray hair away from your face, your teary eyes gazing up at him. Your needy whiny whimpers just made it more difficult for either men to hold off much longer. 

“Princess, can’t-I can’t hold it-m’gonna cum sweets, m’gonna fuckin’ bust in you”

“Want your cum James!” That was all he had to hear, thrusting and fucking you with abandon while Steve shoved his cock into your mouth, both men using you while you were a teary soaked mess. 

“Oh fuuckk babygirl, you’re gonna get it baby, I promise, every fuckin’ drop till my balls are empty, m’gonna cum in you till I can drink your milk” Bucky smirked at the low growl he heard from Steve, fucking you harder, faster, both men going higher and higher. “Gonna get you so fuckin full of me, these tits are gonna be leaking for days baby, you’re gonna feed all of us, yeah?”

You nodded, letting out a muffled moan, feeling your husbands cock harden in your mouth. Bucky dipped his head down to latch onto your breast, sucking your nipple until it was sore and swollen. 

“This is how you’re gonna feed us, huh princess, gonna feed us so fuckin’ good when you’re leaking with milk” Bucky moaned around your nipple, tugging it between his teeth while you mewled, squeezing his cock in your pussy. “Yeah, you gonna feed our baby, then feed your baby daddy? When daddy gets all hungry for mama’s sweet milk?”

“Gonna-fuck-gonna feed you James!”

Steve grinned, watching your eyes roll back at those words, he could tell you were so close, so fucking close. He tilted your face to meet his eyes, cooing at the way your clung onto Bucky. 

“You gonna let him get you pregnant in our bed sweets? What about when you’re all swollen and round babygirl, all pretty and pregnant? You think he’s gonna take his eyes off you?” Steve smirked, knowing how protective Bucky was over you. “We’ll-we’ll be gentle sweets, don’t worry, he’s gonna take care of his little princess and her sensitive little button when you can’t reach over your belly” 

“Mmmm,-hng- don’t-just shut the fuck up-” Bucky gritted, struggling not to cum, Steve’s words making him absolutely feral, picturing you pregnant. 

“Don’t what, you don’t think she’ll look so pretty with that perfect belly all round, too swollen to even take care of herself”

“Oh god”

“Begging for someone to play with her down there when she’s all needy”

“Sh-shit” 

“You think my slutty little wife won’t beg for your cock if I’m not home to take care of her? You know how needy and full she’s gonna get, she’s gonna feed us so good, Fuck-she’s such a whore, my fucking perfect little whore-oh SHITTT” Steve threw his head back, his hips lifting off the bed as he shot cum onto your face, painting your face with his cream. 

“Steve-I-fuck, gonna fill her with my cum, theres-fuck baby theres so much, m’sorry, s’too much princess, m’gonna make sucha mess in your pussy, gonna ruin your fuckin’ sheets-Take-fuck-take it, I’M CUMMING IN HER, FUCKK”

“Cum in my wife, fucking cum in her, give my little slut all the cum he wants” 

“I’M GONNA GET YOU PREGNANT BABY, TAKE ALL MY CUM” Bucky roared against your neck, his hand flying to the head board, letting it splinter under his grip as he stilled, his cock bursting with cum. You cried out with him as your own orgasm clenched around his cock making him shudder, everything around you a dull buzz, spots clouding your vision. 

You felt like you were floating, too fucked out to register the warm cloth that grazed your skin or the cool lotion that was being rubbed onto your body. You only faintly felt the soft kisses that were peppered onto your body, whispers of what a good girl you were between praises of how much you were adored exchanged between Steve and Bucky.  

You yawned, letting out a content sigh, feeling the warmth from your husband on one side, your bodyguard on the other, both men wrapping a protective arm around you. 

“Rest up lil mama, you need it” 

They didn’t see the little playful smile that curved on your lips at the feel of their still semi hard cocks; a nap would be a good idea before the rest of the night continued.

“Sleep well, babygirl” 

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[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

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Arrogant Ex-Husband - Chapt 1

Character: Mob!Bucky x Model!Reader

Summary: In a strategic alliance marriage arranged for political gain, reluctant bride Y/N, dreaming of a modeling career, finds herself unwillingly wed to James 'Bucky' Barnes, a reluctant groom.

Words Count: 1,816

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Y/N stared out the tinted car window, the city lights flickering in the distance. Her father, a seasoned politician, clenched his jaw as he spoke into the phone, his voice seething with anger.

"Unbelievable! I trusted you, Rick. Trusted you with our family's reputation, and this is how you repay me?" Y/N's father barked into the phone, the tension in the car palpable.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat, stealing glances at her father's furrowed brow and the visible strain in his eyes.

The weight of the scandal involving her step-brother was evident (private video got leaked), threatening to unravel her family's name and her father's political career.

"What do you mean you can't contain this? I need a solution, not excuses," her father continued, tightening his grip on the phone.

The distant hum of the city echoed the frustration in the car. Y/N caught snippets of her father's conversation as he navigated the chaotic political landscape.

"You know what's at stake here, Rick. My candidacy, the family legacy — everything! I can't have this scandal tarnishing our name."

The car sped through the city streets, the outside world oblivious to the turmoil within the vehicle. Y/N's father listened intently to the voice on the other end, occasionally gritting his teeth.

"Handle it discreetly? No, that ship has sailed, Rick. You need to fix this, and you need to fix it now. I don't care what it takes. If you can't, then don't bother showing your face again."

The call ended abruptly, leaving the car in silence except for the distant sounds of the city. Y/N's father took a deep breath, trying to collect himself, but the frustration lingered in his eyes.

"Y/N," he finally spoke, turning to his daughter. "We need a solution, and it seems Harold Barnes is offering one. I don't like it, but desperate times call for desperate measures."

Y/N nodded, her gaze shifting to the city lights, knowing that the path ahead was fraught with challenges and unexpected alliances. The weight of the situation settled on her shoulders like an unshakeable burden.

There was a helplessness in her eyes, a silent acknowledgment that she couldn't escape the intricate web of family ties and political obligations.

Suddenly, Y/n received a message from her best friend, Honey, telling her that there was a casting for a famous brand that had just opened. 

Of course, Y/n wants to join; her eyes lightened up. Her father noticed it. He grabs her phone and puts it in his shirt pocket. He said something that hurt her dream. 

"Forget it, you're going to be a rich wife. Why would you ever want to be a model?"

That's hurt Y/N's feelings. 

Did her father forget that his former wife used to be a famous model? 

Did he also didn't know what his daughter wanted?

In the confined space of the car, surrounded by the distant glow of the city, Y/N felt the suffocating lack of freedom.

The walls of her father's decisions closed in on her, leaving her with no escape. Her once-promising dreams were now tethered to the demands of a family in disarray, the consequences of choices she didn't make.

It was her step-brother who ruined her father's image. But why it has to be her who fixes the mistakes?

Y/N sighed heavily. What could she do?

Her father didn't even care about her anymore since she brought his mistress into the house without apologizing that because of his adultery, Y/N's mother took her own life.

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As the car moved through the city's labyrinthine streets, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped, her every move dictated by a situation she had no control over.

The path ahead seemed like an unpredictable journey, with the enigmatic figure of Bucky Barnes's grandfather looming as both a lifeline and a shaper of her destiny.

When the car arrived at Barnes Residence, Y/N and her father were welcomed by Harold Barnes, a formidable figure with a commanding presence.

The imposing mansion, nestled in the city's heart, exuded an air of authority that matched the reputation of the Barnes mafia family.

As the car stopped, Harold Barnes stepped forward to greet them. His steely gaze assessed the situation, and a subtle nod conveyed acknowledgment and expectation.

"Senator [L/N], Y/N," Harold greeted with a firm handshake for Y/N's father and a courteous nod to Y/N.

Though measured, his voice held an undeniable weight that spoke of years spent navigating the intricate world of politics and organized crime.

"We appreciate your timely arrival," Harold continued, his tone hinting of formality. "Please, come inside. We have much to discuss."

Y/N exchanged a brief, uncertain glance with her father before following Harold Barnes into the opulent residence, where shadows seemed to dance across the grandeur of the mafia leader's abode.

The air hung heavy with unspoken agreements and the looming presence of a pact about to be forged. 

In the expansive Barnes Residence, as Y/N's father engaged in a serious discussion with Harold Barnes, Y/N found herself wandering through the mansion's labyrinthine halls.

The grandeur of the house overwhelmed her, each room a testament to the power and history of the Barnes family.

As she strolled, she saw a slightly ajar door, a subtle invitation into the unknown. Driven by curiosity and the need for a momentary escape, Y/N couldn't resist the urge to take a peek. The door creaked softly as she pushed it open.

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The room beyond was dimly lit, the shadows playing on the edges of the walls. In the center, bathed in a pool of muted light, sat Bucky Barnes in a wheelchair. His presence carried an air of solemnity, and for a moment, their eyes met in an unspoken exchange.

Though physically present, Bucky seemed to inhabit a world of his own. The room, filled with an unspoken weight, held traces of a life altered by unforeseen circumstances. Y/N hesitated, sensing the vulnerability in his gaze.

The silence between them spoke volumes, a shared understanding of their challenges. In that fleeting moment, Y/N glimpsed a complexity in Bucky that transcended the public perception of the disgraced figure.

There was a story etched in the lines on his face, a narrative that begged to be unraveled.

Harold was about to call the butler when he saw Y/N wavered to enter the library room.

Ever perceptive, Harold Barnes noticed Y/N's hesitation at the library entrance. With a measured stride, he approached her, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate situation unfolding.

"Y/N," he said in a voice that held both authority and understanding. "Allow me to introduce you to Bucky Barnes." With a gracious gesture, Harold opened the door wider, revealing the dimly lit room and the figure in the wheelchair.

Harold followed suit as Y/N stepped into the room, guiding her toward Bucky. The air in the library seemed to shift, carrying an unspoken weight that Harold acknowledged with a subtle nod.

"Y/N, meet Bucky Barnes," Harold said, his voice a low hum in the quiet room. "Bucky, this is Y/N [L/N], the daughter of Senator [L/N]."

His gaze meeting Y/N's once again, Bucky offered a nod of acknowledgment. His eyes were complex, a silent invitation to understand the unspoken stories that lingered in the room.

Sensing the need for a private exchange, Harold excused himself with a nod. "I'll leave you two to talk. Take your time," he said before quietly closing the library door, leaving Y/N and Bucky in a space where the echoes of their shared circumstances seemed to resonate.

Y/N offered an awkward introduction in the hushed library, her voice breaking the stillness. "Hi, Bucky. I'm Y/N." Should she continue her introduction by saying, 'I’m also your future wife. Next week we will get married.'

Bucky remained silent, his gaze steady yet revealing little. The weight of the unspoken hung in the air, threading through the quiet room.

Feeling the need to fill the silence, Y/N glanced around the library briefly before her eyes settled on Bucky's face. Despite the gravity of the situation, she couldn't help but notice his striking features—handsome, yet marked by the complexities of a life altered.

As her gaze traveled to his left arm, the room seemed to hold its breath. There, in the dim light, she observed the bionic limb, a symbol of both strength and vulnerability. Y/N's eyes lingered, recognizing the silent struggles etched in the contours of that prosthetic.

As Y/N's gaze lingered on Bucky's missing left arm, she sensed a shift in the atmosphere. Bucky, wise to her scrutiny, felt a twinge of discomfort and offense.

The unspoken vulnerability that Y/N had observed seemed to boil over into a harsh reaction.

"What, never seen a guy with a missing arm before?" Bucky's words, laced with bitterness, cut through the silence. His eyes, once steady, now held a glint of wounded pride.

"You probably think I'm some kind of freak, right?" His tone grew sharper, the pain beneath the surface manifesting as anger. "Well, get used to it. This is what I am now."

Y/N, taken aback by the sudden change in atmosphere, tried to find the right words. Before she could respond, Bucky's words turned more cutting.

"And what's your game here, huh?" Bucky's voice escalated, the accusation palpable. "Marrying me for my family's wealth? Just like your father, always after power and money."

The words hung in the air, a heavy accusation stung with a truth Y/N hadn't expected. Bucky's resentment, fueled by his insecurities, lashed out, and in that moment, the library became a battleground for emotions too raw to be contained.

As Y/N absorbed the harsh words, an apology caught in her throat. Unable to face the hostility, she whispered, "I'm sorry," before swiftly leaving the room.

The door closed behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the dimly lit library. As the echo of her departure lingered, an unexpected pang of regret stirred in Bucky's chest. He couldn't quite comprehend why he had lashed out with such venom. She hadn't done anything to deserve his bitter words.

Now alone with his thoughts, Bucky replayed the scene in his mind. The realization of his unjust accusations settled heavily on his shoulders. He clenched his jaw, grappling with a surge of remorse that, though unexpected, held a raw truth—he shouldn't have said those words to her.

Bucky gazed at the window behind him, overwhelmed with guilt for involving an innocent woman in his troubled life. The agony of losing his left arm was unbearable, and the need for therapy for his leg added to his suffering.

He felt like a villain as if he had intentionally trapped an innocent woman in this marriage.

The weight of his actions pressed down on him, and the city beyond the window seemed to mock the dramatic turmoil within his soul.

At that moment, Bucky couldn't escape the feeling that he was playing the role of a heartless antagonist, making an unwitting woman suffer in the shadows of his pain.

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