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that-damn-girl · 4 years

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Tinsel Teasing

(One-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)Female!reader (MCU)

Words: 2200+

Type: Pure smut, teasing, 'Friends' reference.

Warnings: It is pure smut after about 100 words of plot and then some teasing. Bondage if you squint. 18+ only.

A/N: This is for @bitchassbucky's Holiday Writing Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate!

Honestly, I have a newfound sense of appreciation for all smut writers out there. It is my first smut piece and it took me longer than intended because as I thought of what would happen, I would get all hot and bothered and turned on and I just had to calm myself before I could write further lol.

Also, there is a F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference. I mean I'm a MCU fan and this is a MCU fanfic. How could I not insert a reference when I got the chance to? Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

The atmosphere felt jolly. A current of joy danced around you. You pondered over which ornaments to put where on the Christmas tree you and Bucky hand brought in the day before.

You saw Bucky putting up a few decorations himself. His brows furrowed as he stared in concentration at his work. He decided there were too many golden balls hung up at one place and too scarce at another. He picked one from the concentrated mass and bent down to hang it on one of the lower branches.

Who would have thought the most feared and deadliest assassin of the twentieth and twenty-first century would fret over Christmas decorations? If that wasn't cute, you didn't know what was.

Not having such liberties while growing during the Great Depression, Bucky was overjoyed to spend the upcoming Christmas not thinking much over whether the decorations and gifts came first or food.

He had always loved decorating the Christmas tree with his family, even if the trees in his home had more dead branches than lushy leaves and him and Rebecca would have to cover tiny old and empty boxes and newspaper rolls with wrapping papers for ornaments.

He held a fluffed up red tinsel in his hand and looked over and around the tree to determine how he could wrap it. Just as he reached up to tuck its one end on an upper branch, you snatched it away from him. You proceeded to wrap it around yourself instead and tried to give him a sensual and sexy smile, blinking in the same manner once and posing for him.

At least it was sexy in your head.

He eyed you in your his bottle green sweater which touched your mid thigh and hid your shorts. Keeping his hands on the hips he smiled widely, amusement flashing in his eyes. You took his hand and led him towards the couch facing the fireplace.

"Hey doll, stop using my tinsel as your boa scarf." He said seemingly threateningly, but his body said otherwise. You made him stand in front of the couch, pushed him backwards and retraced your steps to pose for him again.

"Why Sargent," you shrugged, "just offering my services." then whispering seductively you added, "Open exclusively for you." You winked before turning around and wiggled your hips at him. He could feel blood rushing downwards. If you kept it up, he knew the upcoming situation would be hardly possible to ignore. He knew you were doing it purposely.

He rubbed both his thighs and said, "Oh babe, you suck."

"Your dick." You licked your lips imagining the taste of him and closed your eyes in ecstasy, tipping your head slightly back, baring your neck to him. He wanted nothing more than to cover your neck in hickeys in that moment.

You ordered Alexa to play 'This Is What You Came For' by Rihanna and danced slowly along the tune.

Baby, this is what you came for

With the tinsel looped around the back of your neck and both sides held in your two palms, you dragged your hands from your waist to your neck as sensually as you could manage.

Lightning strikes everytime she moves

Tossing your hair to the side, you walked towards him slowly, making sure to add as much movement to your butt as you could.

And everybody's watching her

You tugged him forward with his collar and bent down. Your faces were mere centimetres apart. He chased your lips but you pulled back.

But she's looking at you, oh ,oh

He looked at you with lust filled eyes. You sat in his lap, both legs around his. You could feel a rigidness beneath yourself. You decided to lightly grind againt it. His arms immediately took a hold of your waist to manoeuvre you along.

Since you were looking at his lips, he chased your lips once more but you pulled back once again. Irritated with not being able to taste the heavenly goodness in front of him, he moved to your neck. As he sucked harder and harder, you rolled your eyes, tipping your neck involuntarily to give him more space.

"Now who's the one sucking, baby?" He stopped his ministrations and pulled back to look at you smiling mischievously. Holding you by the waist, he stood up and dropped you on the couch, lowering himself as he caged you in with his hands. The growl which escaped him next diluted any of your resolve to tease him more. You giggled.

He went in for your lips like a man deprived of touch and comfort for decades. One of his hands moved to your waist, the other supporting his weight. Yours moved to the back of his neck, tugging him closer. You sucked his lips, he sucked yours. It was a battle of tongues, fighting to gain dominance.

He slowly slid the tinsel off your neck, tingling you where it rubbed. You lifted your head, deepening the kiss. The tinsel was completely off of you and in his hands. He took your hands in his and dragged them up and over your head. He looped the tinsel over your joined wrists loosely twice, leaving the ends untied and moved his hands back to your waist. It felt slightly itchy. However, you couldn't give it much thought as suddenly your skin protected under the warmth of your sweater met the comparatively much colder air and you gasped.

The sweater was bunched just above your breasts, which Bucky mauled with his hands. One cold, one hot, circled your nipples. Made them as hard as the rigid mass of flesh you felt against your thigh.

He moved his warm hand down your waist, into your shots. Teasing you, testing you. It was a sensory overload overall. You wanted to hold him close, so you did. However, as soon as your hands left their designated place, Bucky's left hand came up to take both your wrists in his own. Keeping your hands above your head again, he leaned his on the armrest to support himself off of you slightly, leaving you all cold and edgy. The other hand teased you clit relentlessly.

You got goosebumps all over. Shivering, you whinned into his mouth. "Bucky,"

"Babe," He started kissing your cheek, leading to your neck and sucked on the tender skin. His talented mouth marking you. Claiming you. Your back arched off the couch. Bucky put some of his weight on you again to stop your withering. His fingers weren't even inside of you yet.

He flicked your clit. Rolled it between a finger and his thumb. Pushed it against your pubic bone. Rubbed it. Ran his fingers over it gently once, then roughly the second time. Got back to rubbing it, repeating his motions, destroying you, taking you away part by part to ecstasy. You were wet enough, greatly overwhelmed. Soon you felt that familiar tingle in your lower abdomen and came, wetting his hand.

Bucky knew if he felt the pressure of your precious pussy around his fingers, he would come in his pants. As it were, he was already a bit hard while putting up the decorations. Yeah, getting hard ons at random times of the day was shit. Your little show later didn't help at all. He was lucky though, that you decided to do it then.

Being as hard as the trunk in their living room, he couldn't wait anylonger. He quickly got off of you, undressed himself and you in a frenzy, and pounded back on you with the force of a starved lion. Desperate. For touch. For love. For attention.

For you.

You lay him down on the couch this time and laid on top of him. The power play had been over. There was only one primal need.

You started kissing him down his chest until you reached his nipple. You licked it, kissed it, sucked hard on it. Bucky hissed. Feeling his hard and handsome abs, you wrapped one hand around his shaft. Stroking it gently, squeezing it. As you ran your finger over the slit, smearing the precum, his eyes contracted in too much pleasure. You kept moving your hands on his dick, feeling him harden more as you switched between his nipples. Bucky was in sixth heaven.

His flesh hand grabbed your asscheek, wanting to hold onto something, while his metal hand gripped the armrest behind his head. You knew his hesitation with you and his black and gold arm. But as you pleasured him, you wanted his undivided attention on only yourself, and not on the couch. You trusted him. So you took his metal arm off the couch, placed it on your other asscheek, and continued stroking him.

Your speed increased. His grip tightened. As he was strong, both his arms were too. You knew there would be light bruises at your hip and leg joint just by him gripping them hard. The effect of his metal arm would unconsciously be more. But you didn't mind. You loved him, all of him. And that included his inorganic arm. You desired all of him. You would take everything he gave, whether it be from his flesh arm or metal.

As your strokes got stronger, he moaned loudly. It turned you on even more. You took his strong muscular thigh in between your legs and rubbed your clit on it. The scene of you pleasuring yourself on his thigh and him simultaneously was so hot, he had lost it. He needed to come, and fast.

He brought his hands up to your waist, lifted you off of him and set you down on his lap, right above his dick. He gripped his cock in one hand and guided it to be in line with your entrance. You sunk down on him. Feeling the delicious stretch, welcoming it, you threw your head back, moaning.

Seeing you enjoy yourself, knowing he was the reason behind it, it was a priceless pleasure. Not to mention your walls squeezing him. He had become impatient. Tightening his hold on your waist, he rammed his hips up into you while pulling you down on him at the same time.

You expected slow and sensual moves based on the pace you two were enjoying yourself. His impatience and roughness at the moment surprised you. Surprised, not unwelcome. You couldn't complain about the change of pace as you felt your pleasure intensifying.

He sat up, one hand holding your neck, your mouth to his ear, and the other encircling your waist entirely. You moaned as you heard him moan sinfully in your ear. You had to roll your hips more than you could bounce, this position restricting your movement as he held you close.

You forced yourself back a little, keeping your arms behind you on the couch. His hold loosened reluctantly. Balancing yourself on your arms, you started bouncing atop him. His grunts your fuel. He too tried to meet you halfway.

He looked at where you two joined, mesmerized enough. You did too. It was downright sinful. You could feel him stimulating that special spot inside you much better in this angle. You closed your eyes savouring the feeling. He started rubbing your clit. You could feel his pulse in his dick throb against your walls.

You knew he was close. He knew that you were close. You knew that he knew that you were close. He knew that you knew that he was close.

With a little more push from both the sides, both of you came. Panting, your eyes, which are closed all that time, finally met his. Even before you could feel it, you saw it in his eyes. His lust hadn't died down yet. If possible, it had increased tenfold. He was still hard inside you, though as your cum seeped out from the sides.

You harshly kissed him, full of lust, in gratitude for previous pleasure and in need of more. He pushed you back down on the couch, caging you again.

He started moving inside you, fingers still working magic on your clit.

The time gap wasn't long enough. You still weren't down from the previous high. This wouldn't take much time. He was aware of it. So he started pumping into you like wild, all the while hugging you like a koala with one hand, desperate to find his release once again and give you more.

He thrust with such force, he could feel you breasts jiggling in the very small space between your chests. He loved it.

The ongoing movements with your clit was overwhelming. You closed your eyes again but Bucky called out to you. "Nuh uh, baby. Keep you eyes open." He thrust more wildly. "Wanna see you when you roll in ecstasy around me." With some final intense rubbing to your clit, you came. It triggered his release too.

The fact that he looked intently into your eyes as both of you came somehow had made you come harder.

As you caught your breath, you felt him soften inside you. He kept his forehead on yours, relishing in the aftereffect. He kissed you lovingly on your forehead, and you two lay some more, just enjoying the feel on one another.

Yes, life looked beautiful.

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letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked · 6 years

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Words On My Skin (Part 10)

Bucky Barnes x Reader Soulmate AU

A/N: Thank you guys for being patient with me LOL I am a really slow writer! I’ve just been really busy, lately! And having technology issues! But I’m really happy with all of your replies! Feedback gives me life and makes me want to keep writing! I love reading your comments!

I made this suuuper long, not only since I’m an asshole who keeps procrastinating… but also because I have no self-control LOL It’s over 5200 words LOL

Warnings: exercise (should be a warning because BLECKH), swearing, barely edited… IDK.

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Bucky: I’m sorry. Please talk to me.

Bucky: I know that you talk to me about work stuff, but I miss talking about other things… I’m sorry for pushing you.

Bucky: I just get worried about what happened when we met happening, again. I want you to be able to defend yourself, because I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt… I’m sorry. Please, come see me.

Bucky: What’s wrong? It’s 2am, and I can feel you through the bond… Are you okay?

Bucky: Can I please come see you? Steve said you looked tired, and now I’m worried…

Bucky: I don’t like communicating through FRIDAY. Can we please talk? I miss you.

Bucky: You know, we live a room apart… you can’t avoid me forever… Plus, we kind of work together…

Bucky: DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST DIVE INTO AN EMPTY OFFICE TO AVOID STEVE AND I??

Bucky: Okay. I’ll leave you alone… I’m sorry.

Bucky: I’m going on a mission, today. Be safe while I’m gone, please.

God, you were such an asshole…

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him. Not at all. You wanted to talk to him so badly, that it felt as if you had someone squeezing your heart like a goddamn stress ball.

Hell, you were a fucking stress ball.

You missed him…

You missed talking to him, from the stupid shit to the deep, dark secrets.

You’d felt like you’d taken two steps forward and about one thousand steps back. The agreement to start opening up to each other was supposed to include shit like whatever happened in the gun range… but, if you were being honest with yourself, you were completely embarrassed. You’d totally had a friggin’ meltdown in front of him, after the stupid gun safety bullshit, but you weren’t even sure why.

You didn’t understand what you’d seen.

Remembered?

You weren’t even sure if it was a memory.

You’d been avoiding Bucky for an entire week, and yes – embarrassingly enough – you’d panicked and jumped into an empty office to have a mental breakdown about how you had no idea what to say to the man.

Handshake your fear.

That was something you’d always told yourself when times were rough, but it seemed that the words were starting to lose meaning… You said them more, as of late, than you ever have since you first heard the stupid phrase. Ever since the shit with HYDRA began.

You didn’t blame Bucky. Hell no. You couldn’t. He was just as much of a victim of HYDRA as you were.

No.

More than you were.

He’d been a victim for decades.

You didn’t blame him for your meltdown, either. He had nothing to apologize for.

You did.

You were the chicken shit that decided that the best way to deal with what happened was to avoid him, making him feel like shit. Which was not your intent. At all. You merely meant to deal with your shit in privacy… not to have him blaming himself for ‘pushing you’.

How was he supposed to know that you were going to go all melt-down on his ass?

You stared at your cellphone, the gut-wrenching feeling of guilt making tears well up in your eyes – blurring the words. You bit your lip, keeping it from doing that embarrassing wobble it did when you were about to cry. You’d wanted to talk to him, reply to his texts, and go back to having lunch together every day. You were sick of stress-cleaning, and stress-working. You just wanted your soulmate back.

You were a goddamn idiot.

“Ms. L/n,” FRIDAY’s voice startled you from your moping, “Captain Rogers is out of his meeting and will meet you in the gym.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” You replied, after swallowing the lump in your throat, and clearing it. “Tell him I’ll be right down.”

You turned to your computer, putting it back onto its lock screen, and glanced back at your phone.

You sighed, slowly breathing out and closing your eyes. “Just… Handshake your fear, Y/n.”

You: Please, be safe.

Your finger hovered over the ‘send’ button, debating on if you should send the message, or not.

You wanted to tell him to be safe, in person. If he was going on a mission – you’d also found out it was a freaking solo mission – you didn’t want there to be the possibility of him getting hurt, or worse, and you ignoring him and avoiding him. What if it was the last time you ever saw him? What if-

Stop it, Y/n.

Don’t even fucking think that.

“FRIDAY?” You called out, setting the phone down and gathering your items into your gym bag, “Did Bucky leave for his mission, yet?”

“Sargent Barnes left approximately fourteen minutes and thirty five seconds ago.” The AI replied, sending another pang of guilt in your chest.

Shit…

Well, it wasn’t quite what you wanted – or what Bucky deserved – but you needed to say something.

You deleted the message, starting over.

You: We’ll talk when you get back. I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. Be safe, please. You still owe me at least 3 dates. I’ll even cook you a juicy lucy as an apology for being an emotional basket case this week.

You didn’t even hesitate to hit the ‘send’ button.

Your phone pinged with a reply before you could even leave your office.

Bucky: Deal. I’ll even try eel, if it means I get to see your face. See you when I get back.

You: You’re going to wish you never even mentioned the eel. HAHA!

Bucky: Shit.

You: Language!

Bucky: Stop hanging out with Steve. He’s rubbing off on you.

Bucky: I have to shut my phone off, now… I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back. See you, soon.

You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You sighed in relief, slipping your phone into your gym bag and shutting the door behind you as you made your way to the part of the building where the training facilities were located. Your fingers brushed along the smooth skin of your inner wrist, thankful that you’d taken a step towards apologizing to Bucky for freaking out on him and ignoring him – like a goddamn teenager.

Speaking of teenagers…

“FRIDAY? Can you send a text message to Peter’s phone and remind him that he needs to come to the facility and sign his mission report? Also, tell him that his aunt’s birthday gift is sitting in my office, and he’s got a test on Tuesday.” You spoke into your watch, ignoring the weird looks you always received from the other workers in the building. They weren’t quite over the fact that the Avengers’ assistant ended up being the soulmate of Bucky Barnes. “Also, remind Tony that it’s almost lunchtime, and I put a container of lunch in the fridge in the lab. He also has a meeting with Secretary Ross at 4pm and remind him not to taunt the U.S. Secretary of State. Add a nice ‘please’ at the end, too.”

“Right away, Ms. L/n.” Friday responded through your watch’s speaker.

“Man, you’re bossy.” You hear from behind you, snarky tone making you roll your eyes. “Thank god you’re not my assistant.”

You turned to Caleb, a smirk lifting your lips as you shook your head. “Do tour guides get assistants?”

His hand flew to his chest in mock hurt, dark brows pulling together and mouth agape, “You wound me, L/n. I’ll have you know that I am an actual agent, thank you very much. I’m in the security department… just… manning the front desk. I just needed a job with stable hours, after Claire moved in.”

Caleb was a saint. After the death of his sister and brother-in-law, he took it upon himself to gain custody of his niece, take a desk job, and raise Claire as his own. She was two at the time of the accident that took the life of her parents. She’d been with Caleb ever since.

Five years later, and she was Caleb’s little princess.

“How did your date with Leah go?” You asked, as he followed you towards the training facilities, hands in his pockets.

“Not good.” He sighed, head falling back in annoyance as his footsteps became heavier. “She talked about her ex the whole time. Then, even though I was going to pay for the date since I was the one who asked her to come out with me, she told me she didn’t even bring her wallet. You know why? Because she was expecting me to pay.” He scoffed, trudging along after you as you passed by the regular training room – towards the Avengers’ private training area. “Like… I know I was paying anyways, but how rude.”

“I told you she was a bad seed.” You snorted, scanning your badge to gain access to the facility. “Anyways, I promised Cap that I’d be his work-out buddy, today. He probably wants to go on a run.”

“How the hell are you going to manage that? You hate cardio.”

“I know.” You grimaced, leaning against the opened door. “Anyways, tell Claire I loved the picture she drew me, and it’s up on my wall. Her and I need some girl-talk, soon, so bring her by sometime. Her and I can make glitter slime, again.”

“Please get her to like something other than that slime crap.” He groaned, turning on his heel and heading down the hall. “My kitchen table has glue, shaving cream, little glitter piles, and dawn dish soap all over it. I have more contact solution than I know what to do with. I don’t even wear contacts.”

“Not my fault you can’t say no to her!” You call back with a chuckle, watching as he stuck up his middle finger, before rounding the corner. Your chuckle turned into a loud yelp when you turned around, Steve standing right in front of you with his arms crossed. “Holy shit fuck, Steve. Do I need a little bell for you, too? I seriously bought one for Bucky.”

“Who was that?” Steve asked with a frown, eyebrows pulled together as he stared in the direction that Caleb had gone. “You’re late.”

“That’s my friend, Caleb. He works the security desk.” You raise an eyebrow, scooting by so you could set your bag on the bench and stretch on the mats. You could see Natasha doing a one-on-one training with one of the female agents, teaching her how to use her small stature as an advantage to beat her opponent – who just so happened to be Clint. “Anyways, I’m only five minutes late. I was… texting Bucky.”

His face lit up at the mention of you talking to Bucky, grin stretching across his features. “You mean you’re finally done ignoring him?”

Well fuck, Cap.

You paused, a small lump forming in your stomach. Maybe it was a bad idea, agreeing to work out with Bucky’s best friend when you were being an asshole to him all week. “I wasn’t… ignoring him… I was avoiding him.”

“Why?” Steve frowned, sitting down on the mat across from you, helping you with your stretching. “Straighten your back.”

You followed his advice, trying to loosen up your muscles before they got overworked, and straightening your back. “I was embarrassed.”

“About what?”

“Boy, aren’t you full of a lot of questions, today?” You raise an eyebrow, lump moving from your throat to a knot in your stomach. “Anyways, didn’t Bucky already tell you?”

“Nope.” He shook his head, blonde hair flopping into his eyes. He needed a haircut, as well. You should schedule him one. “He said that it was your business, but he felt bad because he pushed you, or something. I don’t know. He wasn’t very specific.” He pushed your legs together, pushing down gently on your tops of your feet then pushing back up. “All I know is he’s been moping all week, and he didn’t want to say anything about what happened in the gun range.” He motioned for you to lean forward, “Touch your toes.”

You leaned forward, legs flush with the floor and leaning forward to grasp the tips of your shoes – feeling the pull through your hamstrings, “I… didn’t mean to make him think I was ignoring him.” You sighed, but it came out more as a huff as you leaned as far forward as you could. “I was embarrassed about how I reacted, and didn’t know what to say… I’ve never… I’ve never had anyone care so much, before.”

“He does.” Steve heaved himself up, holding out his hands to help you off the ground. “Care, I mean.”

“I know.” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching as he stretched his arms behind his head. “I’m an asshole.”

“No, you’re not.” He snorted, leading you over to the weights, handing you the ten pound weights as he grabbed obnoxiously large weights on the other end of the rack. “Strength first, then cardio.”

“Why cardio? Are you punishing me?” You whined, copying his form as you started reps – careful of your shoulder injury. “It’s because I’m an asshole, isn’t it?”

“You’re not an… can you stop calling yourself that?” He huffed, barely breaking a sweat with his annoyingly large weights. “Cardio is good for you. Not only that, but if there’s ever an emergency… you need to run. Fast.”

You bit your lip, staying silent for a few reps. He had a point. Who would’ve thought that being the soulmate of a former assassin turned Avenger would be so freaking dangerous, right? Duh, you idiot. There is literally no job more dangerous than theirs. They had more enemies than you could’ve ever imagined. Also, being their freaking assistant? Have you lost your damn mind? Of course, it’s dangerous, they literally told you from the beginning that there was a chance that your life would be in danger. You should probably get over… whatever the fuck there was to get over… and learn how to properly shoot a... gun.

“Do you-” You paused, gulping down the lump caught in your throat and steadying your breathing, “- Do you think that… Something bad will happen to me? Do you think… Is HYDRA still gunning for my death or capture?”

He stopped his reps, sitting down on the bench and lowering his weights onto the floor. “What’s this about?”

“Well…” You set your little weights onto the bench, arms starting to burn from your reps, “Bucky wants me to learn how to shoot a gun. I’m not allowed out of the confines of the compound without security, and you’re training me to defend myself.” You sat down on the mat, thankful that you hadn’t completely started sweating, yet. “It just seems like… there’s more to the story than what I’m being told.”

“There is.”

You jumped at the voice coming from behind you, as Natasha walked over to grab her water bottle that was sitting on the bench a few feet away.

“Natasha-”

“No, Steve.” You cut him off, a frown forming on your face. “I want to know what she’s talking about.”

“She deserves to know, Steve.” Natasha took a long pull from her water, sweat dripping down the smooth skin of her chest. God, why couldn’t you be blessed with beauty like hers? “It’s her safety.”

You raised an eyebrow, a surge of annoyance running through your veins as your jaw tightened. “Steve?”

“Okay…” He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and leaning his head back on the wall, muttering that Bucky was going to kill him.

“Bucky knows?” You growled, springing up from your spot on the floor and crossing your arms over your chest in anger, shoulders tensing. “What the hell is happening? What’s so bad that it has Bucky flipping out over my safety and all of you apparently not being allowed to tell me?”

“HYDRA had some… files on you.” Steve looked up, light eyes meeting yours. His lips were pursed in frustration. Probably frustrated that he was the one who had to tell you, and not Bucky. Join the fucking club, bub. “They were pretty thorough.”

“What do you mean thorough?” You snapped, nails digging into the skin of your palms as you fought to keep your cool. “How much shit do they know about me?”

“Well… I didn’t see all the files.” Steve hesitated, leaning his elbows on his knees and scratching at the stubble that was forming along his jaw. “We didn’t want to invade your privacy.”

“How. Much.” You repeated, a small pang of pain in your chest, every time your heart took a beat. You felt like you kept getting stabbed in the chest with a long toothpick, over and over. “How much shit do they have on me?”

“Too much.” Natasha replied for him, leaning against the wall while watching the exchange between the two of you. “They have too much information on you.”

“Were you able to get the files and delete them off the servers?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, pain radiating from your chest to your stomach. If you weren’t careful, you were going to give yourself a goddamn ulcer from stress. “How many people do you think had access to my information?”

“We can’t be sure. We deleted what they had at the base, but… we don’t know if there are any physical copies or who’s seen the files.” Steve answered, standing back up from his spot on the bench. “How about we talk about this when Bucky gets back?”

“How long has Bucky known?” You glared at the two of them, voice cracking at the end of your question.

“I think… no matter what my answer is gets him in trouble.” Steve bit his lip, moving to put the unused weights back in their spot on the rack. “How about we just move straight to cardio? We can do strength later.”

“You guys can’t keep shit like this from me, Steve!” You ignored his awful suggestion of cardio, feeling like you could cry from frustration. “Not only am I Bucky’s soulmate, but I’m your fucking assistant! I leave the compound to run errands, I fill out your paperwork, I go to your meetings when you’re gone, and I have family and friends outside from the compound! I can’t just be kept in the dark about this shit! What if they sneak up on me when I’m running an errand? What if they go after my parents? What if they go after Farida or her husband? Or her baby? What if they-”

“Okay, Y/n, stop.” Natasha glared at you from her spot against the wall, tone demanding. Her usual coldness far icier than usual, making you stop and take a breath. “First of all, you knew what you signed up for when you took this job. An assistant job for the Avengers? You knew the risks of getting involved with us. And need I remind you that you’re yelling at your boss?”

Technically, Pepper Potts was your boss.

“Natasha-” Steve tried to intervene, seeing the situation start to escalate further as Natasha took a step towards you.

“Second of all-” She continued, also ignoring Steve, “- We’re taking preventative measures so that you can protect yourself. What happens on a mission is technically none of your goddamn business, so this little temper tantrum you’re having is pointless. Bucky didn’t want to worry you, so he didn’t want us to tell you. Too bad. Take it up with your goddamn soulmate and stop whining about it to us.”

“What the hell is your problem, Natasha?” You shook your head, ignoring how close she was to you. Trying to intimidate you.

“Y/n-” Steve shook his head, but Natasha didn’t let him finish.

“Your little helpless girl act is my problem!” She growled, taking another step towards you and starting to invade your personal space. Helpless girl act? Is she for real? “I don’t trust it. She finds out after a few hours of knowing us that she’s Bucky’s soulmate, and suddenly she’s being attacked in the same day? She gets drugged at a bar, and no one – not even trained agents – saw anything? HYDRA suddenly has all these files on her three weeks after we meet her? I don’t trust it.”

“Natasha-” Steve tried again, but you cut him off.

“You mean to tell me that you’ve all fucking known about these files for months?” You shouted incredulously, taking a step forward and throwing your hands up in frustration. “What the hell!”

“Back the fuck up, L/n.” Natasha hissed, raising an eyebrow, “I’ll only say it once.”

“LADIES!” Steve yelled, pushing himself in the middle of where you stood toe to toe with her, making you both take a step back. “Knock it off. Now.” He turned to Natasha, jaw tight with anger, “Go take a walk, Nat. Now.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes as she swiped her water bottle off the bench and stormed off, red hair swinging behind her.

Steve turned to you, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat. That was completely out of line. “I just… got mad. I don’t understand what I have to do to get her to trust me.”

“Well, channel your anger into something else.” His tense posture loosened up, a little, as he calmed down. “As for Nat… She’ll come around. She doesn’t trust easily. She’s always been that way.”

“I hope you’re right.” You followed him towards the treadmills. “Also, I’m not going to let this go. You guys seriously can’t keep things like this from me. I’m not saying this as your assistant or colleague. I’m saying this as Bucky’s soulmate. I don’t need surprises.” You leaned against the treadmill, dreading cardio. At least your anger was starting to dissipate a little. She just freaked out on you because she doesn’t trust you. You would just have to prove your trust to her. “If I am going to be dealing with HYDRA and your enemies the rest of my life, I need to know what I’m getting myself into. It’s different as an assistant. It’s not as… personal.”

“I understand.” Steve replied, letting out a long sigh as he ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry we kept it from you. Don’t be mad at Bucky… he was concerned that it would upset you. He didn’t want to scare you.”

“I’m already scared.” You shook your head, hopping up on the machine and starting it at a normal-paced walk. Your nightmares hadn’t let up. They were worse, now, because your father’s bloody face had replaced the monster. You’d never felt scared of your father, before, and suddenly he was in your nightmares. “That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t know.”

“You’re right.” Steve started his machine at a brisk walk, warming up for his usual sprinting. “Also, if it makes you feel any better… I trust you…” He sped the machine up a little more, gesturing for you to do the same. “Not just as my assistant, but as the soulmate of my best friend.”

It did.

It made you feel a little better.

“Thanks, Steve.”

Fuck this cardio, you wanted Chipotle.

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“Ms. L/n,” FRIDAY interrupted your dinner with Wanda in the kitchen, making the both of you jump. “Sargent Barnes is due to arrive in approximately five minutes.”

You lit up, feeling like you could breathe again, knowing that Bucky was coming back and was – hopefully – unharmed. “Thanks, FRIDAY. Any injuries?”

“None that require medical attention.”

You breathed out a long sigh, thankful that he was okay and glancing over to Wanda, “To be continued? I want to hear about your time with Vision.”

“To be continued.” She chuckled, sliding your plate over to her side of the table and digging in to your chicken, “Go see your man. You should finally kiss him. I’ll be disappointed if you don’t. It would be totally romantic. Some make-up romance.”

“Shut up.” You groaned at her, jumping out of your chair and thankful that you were not still in your work attire and heels. You’d been forced to take a shower, due to Tony accidentally spilling motor oil all down the front of you while you helped him with a project. “We’ll talk later.”

“Kiss him!” She yelled after you, as you took off in the direction of the staircase. “DO IT!”

You tried not to run, not wanting to make any of the agents believe that there was any danger, but you walked so briskly that some of the agents stared at you, anyways. That, and they always stared at you. You were Bucky’s soulmate, after all.

Ignoring them, you felt excitement bubbling up in your chest, not sure if it was yours, Bucky’s, or a combination of the two of you. Either way, you just wanted to see his face.

It had been a whole thirty hours since he’d left for his solo mission, and over seven days since you’d talked to him in person. You missed him. You just wanted to hug his stupid ass and steal him away from the team for the rest of the month… sadly, he’d have to go to debrief with Steve and Fury.

“Where’s the fire?” Tony joked as you jogged by him and Pepper standing in the hallway.

“Leave her alone, Bucky’s back from Puebla, today.” You heard Pepper scold, before rounding the corner.

Puebla? As in Mexico?

The hell was he doing in Mexico?

You yanked open the door leading to the landing pad, realizing that the jet was already landed and parked.

When you spotted him, your heart leapt, freezing you on the spot.

Bucky was standing there, talking to one of the mechanics, arm gleaming in the setting sun. Even though it was fairly brisk in the fall weather, he had removed the top half of his suit, standing there in a tight undershirt and his tactical pants.

As if he sensed your presence, his head turned, and his eyes went straight to your frozen form – which was shivering with your damp hair, tee shirt, and leggings. His face lit up into a large grin, and he gave you a small wave as he finished what he was saying to the mechanic.

He shook the woman’s hand, turning away from her and jogging over to where you were currently gawking. His face was streaked with dirt, little tendrils of hair falling into his face but promptly being pushed away by his dark, vibranium hand. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You replied, unable to keep your lips from lifting into a large grin. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

You couldn’t help yourself, as you rushed at him. You jumped up, throwing your arms around his neck as he caught you with a small laugh, and you buried your face into his neck. The stubble that had grown in the last week scratched against your cheek, as you breathed in his smell. A rush of relief shot through your veins, the skin of your tattoo tingling, as you tightened your arms around him. “I’m sorry.”

His arms, which had wrapped around your middle to hold you up, tightened as his cheek pressed against the side of your head. “I’m sorry, too.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” You replied into his neck, voice muffled as tears welled up in your eyes. Why the fuck were you crying? “I’m an asshole.”

“No, you’re not.” He murmured, setting you down far enough so your feet touched the ground, but not letting go of you. “I’m an asshole for pushing you, even though you said you didn’t want to shoot guns. I never should’ve pushed.”

“Neither of us knew that I would freak out like that.” You sighed, never wanting to leave the cocoon of warmth that was surrounding you from his body. He was like your own personal heater in the brisk, fall weather. “I shouldn’t have ignored you. I was embarrassed about how I freaked out. I’m not good at talking about my own feelings… I didn’t know what to say, and I should’ve just talked to you. We agreed to talk about deep stuff, more. I’m sorry.”

He pulled back a little, after hearing the crack in your voice and realizing that there were tears wetting the collar of his shirt. “Hey, why are you crying, darlin’?”

You chuckled, leaving your arms around his neck as he gently wiped away your tears with his thumbs, the contrast of his warm flesh and cool vibranium leaving goosebumps on your arms – a shiver running down your spine. “Honestly? I don’t know. I never cry this much. You’re ruining me.”

“Crybaby.” He teased, pulling you back into his chest and pressing his face against the crown of your head. “Steve told me about the fight with Natasha… are you okay?”

You nodded, sagging a little in his embrace. “She… has her reasons for not trusting me. I get it. I feel bad about arguing with her.”

“Steve said she was being a bitch.” He snorted, vibranium hand running along the top of your back. “I should’ve told you about the files. I just… didn’t want to worry you. I could already tell that… the nightmares…”

“I forgive you. Just keep me informed, from now on, okay?” You shifted, leaning back so you could examine his face. “So… Puebla?”

“It was a useless trip. The lead was a dead end.” He sighed, hands shifting so they were holding your waist. He gave you a small smile, eyes crinkling in the corners in that cute way that they always did when he smiled. Even though his skin was covered in dirt and sweat, you had the urge to kiss him all over the face about a million times… but you weren’t quite in that part of your relationship, yet. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” You giggled, feeling giddy that you were finally in his arms, again.

“Like the sun shines outta’ my ass.”

You shook your head with a snort, rolling your eyes at him. “That was… colorful.”

“What can I say? I’m a real charmer.” He laughed, leaning forward so his forehead was pressed against yours. Your eyes slipped closed, as you felt the warmth of his breath against your face. “I really missed you, though. I… kinda’ felt empty all week. Like I was missing a piece of me.”

“Me, too.”

“I kind of can’t live without you, so please don’t go anywhere, okay?” He admitted, hands gliding down to the curve of your hips, making your breath hitch.

“I… can’t live without you, either.” You smiled, eyes still closed you felt the tip of his nose just barely brush against yours, and your breathing increased in speed, “I’m… happy you’re my soulmate.”

“I-”

“Ms. L/n,” FRIDAY interrupted him from your watch, making you jump back a little. “There seems to be a situation at the front entrance, and Mr. Stark requests your presence.”

“What the hell?” You frowned, letting Bucky go with a small huff of irritation. “FRIDAY, what’s going on at the front gate?”

“A woman claiming to be your mother has requested access through the checkpoint,” FRIDAY explained, “She refuses to leave until she sees you.”

“My mother?” Your body tensed, a feeling of dead leaving a pit in your stomach and making Bucky frown in confusion, “She’s… She’s here?”

Oh, shit…

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Would it be a sin? Chapter 4

Hold on, TWO CHAPTERS IN TWO DAYS, CAMI? Holy shit. Apocalypse is coming, you guys. I’m sorry lol. Wanted to finish this as soon as I could for you because you’re all so patient and nice and beautiful, waiting for my procasticanting ass to update. Love you all. *hug*

Summary: “He thinks this is the reason there are books and poems about music, this is the reason music has been around for ages, because of people like her.”

PS: Dedicated to @jandjsalmon for always being such an amazing person and encouraging me to write write write even when I feel like i can’t. <3

AO3

Jughead adjusts the beanie on his head as he enters the venue for tonight, pushing his backpack higher on his back. He feels a little naked not carrying his instruments but the roadies have forbid him to carry them, it would be hard to organize ourselves they said.

He follows the signs towards the dressing rooms to leave his backpack. Archie is already there next to Valerie and Melody, he had run late because he had tried to convince the roadies to let him take at least his guitar. It obviously hadn’t worked.

“Guys, sound-check in five, okay?” Trev, their main sound guys tells them. “Hey, Jug? Rescued this for you, don’t make me regret this later, alright?” He lifts an ukulele and hands it to Jughead.

“Oh Trev. You’re the best. Would you marry me?” Jughead says, accepting the ukulele with care before bringing it close to his chest and testing the strings to see if it’s in tune.

“I’m sorry man, I don’t think Sarah would like that.” Trev answers, smirking.

“I was asking the ukulele, Trev.” Jughead tells him, jokingly caressing the instrument. “Thank you, man.”

“No worries, now stop pestering my roadies.”

With that, Trev leaves and Jughead turns to his band with a smirk on his face.

“I told you I was his favorite.” He states, still smiling.

“Oh, come on. You only are his “favorite” because if he doesn’t give you a ukulele you would fidget and be all antsy until the show.” Valerie tells him, huffing as she applies her make up.

“Oh, Val, you got a little green on your face, dear. Might want to conceal that.” Jughead teases, narrowly avoiding the stress ball that she throws at him.

“Jerk.”

“Children, please.” Archie says, amused. “Should we start heading to soundcheck?”

“Yes please.” Melody says, getting up from the small couch in the room.

It takes another 15 minutes for soundcheck to start, they’re going in first so when Betty’s band comes in, they can leave it ready for them. Being the main act takes longer to soundcheck because everything needs to be perfect.

“Archie, guitar please.” Trev asks over the headphones and Archie starts playing a song of theirs. “Okay, now play it like you mean it.”

Archie starts to play his solo part on the same song, Jughead moves his head softly to the beat, enjoying the song and absently singing along to it.

“Great, now come forward to the mic, please.” Trev comes forward with a tablet in his hands, checking the cables are out of the way on the scenario. “Wait, let’s bring Jug’s bass forward first.”

Jughead starts playing after Trev nods at him, giving him the ok. Starting softly then playing harder with a melody he’s been fooling around with. A few seconds later Archie joins him, doing a base rhythm with the guitar. Jughead looks at him, smiling, moving side to side to what they’re playing.

One of their great qualities is that Archie and him have always been in sync, making it a wonderful musical partnership and it certainly made it easy for when one of them messed up, the other would instantly cover up.

Trev himself is moving his head to the rhythm while he moves faders on his tablet. Melody joins in with drums, already being mic’d, and they’re off playing an almost song he’s sure they will be perfecting on the road later. Suddenly, there’s silence and an annoyed-looking Trev.

“Guys, you can jam later…” Trev says, moving towards a cable and moving out of the way. “Now, Jughead, your guitar…”

“Damn, Sargent, okay.” Jughead teases, leaving his bass on the side and grabbing Taylor, his guitar. “Should I test the pedals too?” he asks.

“Please do…”

They work like that, pleasantly playing and joking around. At one point Archie drops himself on the bass drum and Melody starts playing anyway, making his body move with each hit on the drum, Valerie in tears next to them and Trev shaking his head.

“Okay… I’m done with you children. I need to bring the new kids here now. Move out of my way.” Trev signals behind Jughead and he turns around.

He hadn’t realized Betty and her band were on the side watching them and he’s suddenly self-conscious of how they’d behaved. Logically he knows he has nothing to worry about, that later tonight he’ll be under the watchful eye of a lot of people, that should freak him out more. But as his eyes meet Betty’s, his throat dries a little at her shiny eyes and smile.

Jughead smiles awkwardly at her quickly, turning to leave his bass on the stand next to their guitars for the roadies to put aside.

“Hey, that was really great what you did back there.” Kevin approaches him. “I really like that chord progression. Groovy.”

“Thanks, man. It’s fun to let go of anxieties before the show.” Jughead tells him. “Plus, making Trev angry is a hobby of mine.”

Suddenly a high-pitched noise, feedback from somewhere on the stage, is right in his headphones which are still in his ears. Jughead hisses, taking the earbuds off quickly, his ears ringing a little.

“Shit.” He curses, wincing as he puts his fingers over his ear, trying to make the soft ringing stop. He looks around for the source until he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Betty asks him, looking intently at his ear. He feels the heat of her hand through his clothes, like a brand. Suddenly everything is in high definition as he meets her eyes for a second. Betty takes her hand from his shoulder and he winces again.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just caught me off-guard.” Jughead gives Trev a thumbs-up when he looks in his direction, giving him a reassuring smile. “How are you feeling about tonight?”

“Scared shitless.” Betty says, sighing. Jughead laughs, shocked that someone with such a soft and careful exterior would curse so freely.

“Yeah, exactly that.” Kevin says, looking at Betty with a smile.

“We’ve never done a crowd like this.” Betty adds. “I’m nervous.”

“Really? Well… I’m sure you’ll do just fine. I’ve seen you live, you’re mesmerizing. Thirty people or a thousand… you’ll still knock them out.” Jughead reassures her, smiling softly, silently admiring the way her eyes soften. Kevin clears his throat next to them and he looks at him. “You’re great too, Kev, but people are going to be in awe because of her… we’re just there to help them.”

The word sting more than they should at this point and Jughead stops for a second as soon as the words are out of his mouth. Betty is frowning at him, while Kevin simply nods like he’s contemplating his answer. She opens her mouth to talk.

“Guys, could you come over here?” Trev shouts at Betty and Kevin. Jughead can’t help but be relieved that he’ll be able to escape whatever she was about to unload on him.

“I’ll see you around.” Kevin says, walking off with a slight bounce in his step.

“Hey…” Betty says softly, bringing him back to the situation. He swallows the nerves that are rising. “From what little I’ve seen I can tell you’re a great musician, people don’t just go to watch the singer. Without our band, we wouldn’t be anywhere so… yeah.” Betty finishes awkwardly, pursing her lips together and pointing behind her. “I’m needed over there. I’ll see you later, Jug.”

“Good luck.” He tells her, not knowing how to react exactly.

Jughead watches her go for a moment before heading to the dressing rooms. He rubs his eyes, trying to calm down, his heart is beating rapidly inside him. Jughead hates the effect this girl has over him. First that scene on the balcony now this… nobody has even gotten under his skin this quickly.

The way she knows exactly what to say to make his brain short-circuit and suddenly he’s re-evaluating his life choices. Jughead huffs to himself, trying to stop his brain from going somewhere he doesn’t want or need before a show.

“Jug, wait!” Archie shouts and Jughead honest to God breathes out in relief over the distraction. “You headed to the dressing room?”

“Yeah. Why?” Jughead asks, stopping to let his friend catch up with him.

“Nothing much, just wanted to talk to you about the melody we did back there. I loved it, think you can remember it?”

“Sure, it’s been roaming around in my head for a few days now. Let’s go.”

Jughead gets lost in the music and locks his feelings in a box deep inside his brain.

He’s sweating terribly after one hell of a first show but his heart is extremely full and he has the biggest smile on his face. The concert had gone without a hitch and he couldn’t be happier. It feels like coming home every time. His heart feels too big for his chest as he walks behind the stage, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.

“Hey…” Jughead is a little ashamed that he actually jumps a little at her voice, turning around quickly to face her. Betty is now dressed in some yoga pants and a hoodie, having changed after her – amazing – supporting concert.

“Oh, hey. Sorry I didn’t catch you after you played, everything was a bit chaotic. You guys were incredible.” He compliments, smiling at her. He moves, letting some roadies pass with a heavy box and he’s suddenly in front of her.

“Thank you.” Betty says, tucking her hair behind her ears. “You guys sound amazing live, I had never seen you. Just listened to your albums.”

“Well. Supporting show and seeing us live, what a night for you.” Jughead replies, wincing internally at his words. ‘What a night for you’ what are you, 10? He thinks to himself.

“Yes, I’m very lucky.” Betty tells him, pausing for a moment before continuing. “And I was right, you know…”

“About what?” Jughead asks, confused.

“I totally would’ve come to see you too, not just Archie. You were… mesmerizing as well.” Betty smiles at him, amusement in her eyes, the use of his wording not being lost on him.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Jughead says, trying to alleviate the sudden pressure on his chest and the way the air seems heavier around them. He notices her eyes are greener than he initially thought, the way her cheeks are still a little pink from exertion and how she fists the sleeves of her hoodie in her hands. They stare at each other for a second before another roadie asking them kindly to move breaks the spell. “Uhm… I should go change…” he tells her, suddenly aware of his state.

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’ll go find Kevin.” She replies, taking a step back. Jughead does the same, he turns around to walk away before he stops and looks in her direction again.

“Hey Betty.” He calls her and she turns around. “We’re doing movie night later. Would you like to join us?” He asks her on a whim, registering the surprise in her eyes. “You can tell the others too…” he adds quickly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

“Sure… sure, we’ll meet you there.” She says finally biting her lower lip.

Jughead nods at her before making his way to the dressing rooms, a flutter in his stomach that he tries to attribute to the post-show excitement and that totally has nothing to do with the interaction that took place seconds ago…

He fails.

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