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his to claim | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, werewolf au, fury!reader, monica is a fury too, sam wilson x monica, virgin!innocent!reader, hint of ddlg dynamic, noncon sex, noncon marking, soulmates au, oral sex (female recieving), kidnapping

A/N: enjoy this long (long for me at least) one-shot! 

In which you befriend a lonely Alpha.

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Sam knew Bucky was in one of his moods. One of his moods where he’d disappear for five days, not give a clue to where he was going, and return covered in blood. Although Bucky’s closest friend and Beta to his pack, Sam, was getting married this week, Bucky was stuck in his ways. Bucky knew that a wedding meant that another pack would be invading his land, filling the pack house with strangers, and two packs meant there would be two Alphas. Although he respected Alpha Fury, Bucky wasn’t the type to get along nicely with others, especially other Alphas. 

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stucky x reader where she turns herself in to hydra after getting threats on steve and bucky life pls!!

Baby, this request was so good.

Word count:5.1k (I’ve given up writing something short)

What I did for love.

A/N: I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it too!! Not beta’d all mistakes are my own.

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood. Angst and a fluffy type ending.

If someone were to ask what you would be willing to do to protect those you love the answer is easy.

Anything.

Especially when it came to Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, the great loves of your life. You had met them both at very different times in your life but they were the right times.

You had been on Shield’s watchlist for a while when Loki decided to wreak havoc on earth. That’s when you met Steve for the first time, on the helicarrier during a meeting. While everyone was going back and forth about how to handle the situation you stayed back quietly listening to everyone. Your eyes locked with his and he gave you a kind smile. That somehow became the start of your relationship. He gave you the one thing most people wouldn't, trust. Your psychic and telekinetic abilities scared most people away. They thought you would literally control them but not Steve. After the battle of New York he knew you could be trusted and it took little time after that for him to ask you out. You came into each other’s lives when you were both the most lonely, him having woken up in the future and you being outcast. He gave you the two things you craved the most, love and someone to trust.

You fought along side Steve for a while and your relationship was as strong as ever, which was why he felt comfortable enough to tell you about the relationship he had with Bucky before he fell off the train. So when the Winter Soldier showed up and turned Steve’s world upside down you were right there to help. It took some time but after he disappeared in D.C. you were able to track Bucky down and bring him back. Steve assured you that his feelings for you hadn’t changed and that he loved you more than ever. You used your psychic abilities working alongside Shuri in Wakanda to help break the hold hydra had on Bucky’s mind. A short time later he joined the Avengers, getting familiar with everyone and learning to trust again. That was the one thing that worried you, that he wouldn’t trust you because of what you could do. Instead he gave you a chance, he trusted you even when he had been used and hurt so deeply. You were the first person after Steve that he opened up to and before you knew it you went from friends to lovers. And they were able to continue their relationship too.

Some people have told you that the love you had for them was your weakness but you brushed it off, it wasn’t until this moment that you realized how true it was.

You had been out of the tower all morning and had decided to go back when you felt a slight pinch on your neck. When you regained consciousness you were on the floor in the back of a van. The movement of the van kept you disoriented and the smells that intertwined in the air along with whatever it was you were given, made you sick. Instinctively you begin to try and free yourself from the restraints but the cold metal pressed against your temple makes you stop.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” A woman with a slight Russian accent says behind you.

“What do you want?”

“Right to the point I see, it’s easy I want you.”

“Hm, thanks for the offer but I’m already in a relationship.” You break the restraints around your wrists and feet. Turning to grab the gun before she can shoot and your face to face with the woman. The space is cramped, behind her 2 men are also holding guns pointed in your direction. You realize you’re in a surveillance van as you lift your hand to pull the guns out of their hands. The woman in front of you hits a button on one of the keyboards, the monitor comes to life showing a picture of you and Bucky. It was from a date you had been on a few days ago, you have your hands around his neck as he kisses you. She hits the keyboard again, there’s another picture and it’s you and Steve holding hands as you’re walking out of a movie theater. She keeps clicking through surveillance images for the last few weeks all of them are you with either one or both of them and some of them together. She clicks one more time and the screen splits in two showing a live feed. Your heart drops, the video shows two snipers pointing at Steve and Bucky, it’s the mission they are on at the moment.

“You look like a smart woman, and whatever you think you’re going to do will only result in the death of your little boy toys. So consider your next move wisely.” She smirks as she looks down at you.

“You think you can threaten them and get away with it.”

“Yes I can. You see, we know how you work and we know of your abilities. Hydra thinks you will be a great asset to our cause. We have been planning this for some time and if you think you can use your mind tricks on us you’re wrong. You see if you try anything on us here and we don’t check in with the snipers they die anyways. So really it’s up to you. Come with us and they live or fight us and they die. What do you say?”

“If you take me now they’ll come find me and whatever I do to you now won’t hurt as much as what they’ll do to you.”

“Oh I know that, we did train the winter soldier, we know what he is capable of. And your star spangled man wouldn’t do anything if it meant hurting you would he?” She says as she places the gun under your chin making you tilt your head up. She leans down until there is only a small gap in between your faces. “Make your choice, you come with us and they live or leave and they die.”

Your eyes are full of hatred as you look at her. Having no choice but to consider what she said.

“I’ll go.”

“Good choice, we will make history once again.” The van begins to slow down. “Now you will make sure that no one will come looking for you and we will be watching. You have until tonight at midnight.”

The van door is opened and the Avenger’s tower comes into view right before you.

“Don’t do anything stupid or it won’t just be your little boyfriends who will pay for your mistakes.” With that you are pushed out of the van and it disappears into traffic.

Your stomach twists into knots as you begin to panic. Trying to think of a way to keep Bucky, Steve and the rest of the team safe while not going off with hydra. Telling them was off the table, Hydra would know and they would stop at nothing to get to you. Running won’t work for the same reason, everyone will try to find you. You couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t put them at risk and so you head up to your shared room and prepare yourself for the only thing you could do, disappear from their lives.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You had spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready and the sun had already set by the time you got upstairs your men were back. Steve was sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, hair still damped from the shower. He was completely focused on the book he was reading so he didn’t hear you come in. Leaning against the doorframe you couldn’t help but admire him. Yes, the man in front of you was handsome and he was good but he was also so loving and selfless. You walk towards him and that finally makes him look up. He looks tired but he gives you a smile that melts your heart. Steve puts the book down on the nightstand and reaches for your hand pulling you into his lap. Straddling him you waste no time and press your lips to his, the kiss urgent and passionate, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as you bring him closer. His hands travel from your hips to your waist as he holds you tight. The sound of the bathroom door makes you pull away from Steve.

“So he gets all the kisses? What about me kitten?” Bucky pouts as he walks over with nothing but a towel secured around his hips. “Don’t I get kisses?” He lowers his head until his lips hover over yours, you smile before closing the small gap. This kiss is gentle and sweet but short. Bucky pulls back and kisses your forehead before turning to get dressed. While waiting for him to finish you move around in Steve’s arms, sitting between his legs, your back resting against his chest and your head on his shoulder. He places sweet kisses on your temple as his arms wrap around you again.

“I missed you bunny.” He says.

“Me too. I’m just glad the mission ended on time.” You say as you place your hands over his and you pull them away allowing Bucky to lay down and rest his head against your chest. Steve moves his hands towards your hips as you begin to play with Bucky’s hair, He keeps it long just because he loves when you run your fingers through it.

“I missed you too.”

Bucky only hums, his eyes closed as he melts against you. The rest of the night is spent like that, you in between both of them. Pressing kisses against their skin as a last goodbye they’ll never know of.

It’s 10:30 by the time they’re fully asleep on either side of you and you know your time is up. You place one hand over each of their heads, taking a deep breath you close your eyes. The only way to keep them safe is if you change their memories, you erase yourself from their lives completely. Everything you’ve shared changed so that it was only shared between the two of them. You cry as you see the first time they said ‘I love you’, the sweet moments when you took care of each other or when they learned something new they had missed. They’ll never know you existed and that breaks your heart more than anything. Steve and Bucky will never know how much you love them and how scared you are at this very moment.

Once you’re done you move quickly to take all of your belongings and anything that could potentially expose your formal life within the team and the tower and get rid of it. Before heading to the elevator you stand in the middle of the hallway you turn your hands palm out and close your eyes. Again changing the memories of everyone else in the building, this is easier than doing it to Steve and Bucky since your connection to them is stronger. You didn’t need to worry about Fury or Hill since you knew they were in the building talking about who knows what with Tony. As you made it to the lobby you grabbed your phone and you started typing away, the program you had been writing all afternoon was uploaded to Jarvis and now any documents with your information on it would be rewritten or deleted. You looked at the time on the phone one more time 5 minutes before your freedom would end. You throw your phone away and head out of the building.

Once you’re far away from the tower a van pulls up and the sliding door opens revealing the Russian woman from earlier giving you a smug smile.

“I’m glad you did the right thing, get in.”

You move towards her and your fist connects with her face. She spits out blood and she turns her head towards you.

“Just because I came doesn’t mean I’m going to make this easy for you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Another pinch at the base of your neck and everything goes black.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Bucky kept his eyes closed as he moved around in bed trying to get into a comfortable position. His hand roaming the empty space beside him in search of something or someone. After a few seconds of meeting emptiness he opens one eye to peek at the bed. Steve is on his side but there is enough space in between them that someone else could fit. He shifts closer to Steve and pulls him in. In his sleepy state Steve just puts his arm around Bucky and continues to sleep. But Bucky is bothered by something or the lack of something. He tries to push this feeling that something is missing out of his mind, finding a restless sleep in the arms of Steve.

When morning finally does come the uneasy feeling he had in the middle of the night finds him again. It’s not just Bucky, Steve woke up confused expecting there to be someone in the room other than Bucky but he dismissed the feeling having just come back from a mission where they all were sharing a small room. Still there was a nagging feeling chipping away at his peaceful day and when Jarvis informed him that Bucky was close to a panic attack he knew that he wasn’t wrong in this feeling.

He ran to get to their room finding Bucky searching through their drawers and closets and notebooks. It wasn’t until Steve grabbed his arm and pulled him in that he stopped. Steve held him close to his chest, one hand on his back the other stroking his hair.

“I can’t find it.” Bucky says on the verge of tears.

“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help.”

“That’s the problem, I don't know what I’m looking for, I just know something’s missing. I’ve been looking all over.”

“It’s ok we’ll figure it out, sweetheart. Did you check your notebook?”

Bucky shakes his head as he makes his way to his nightstand, pulling out a small notebook with a pen. He opens it and flips through the pages.

1:30 kitten.

Bucky frowns, reading the note before turning it toward Steve.

“Kitten? Were you going to get a cat?”

“No, I don’t think so. This can’t be it, there was something more important I know there was.” Bucky says getting desperate.

“Hey, it’s ok. I get it, when I woke up I felt like there was something missing too. At first I thought it was because we were finally in a room and not crammed into that little room during the mission. We’ll figure it out.” Steve gives him a chaste kiss.

“Ok.” Is all Bucky says, still not happy with this feeling like something important is missing in his life. Steve feels the same way but he knows Bucky still struggles with memory issues so he pushes his feelings to the back of his mind.

Months would go by and they could never figure out what was gone. All they knew was that it was a big deal and when they found it they would never let it go.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

The first few months they kept you sedated while they ran experiments on you. In the few lucid moments you had you could hear the whispers about starting a newer, bigger and better version of the winter soldier program. If everything went according to plan you would be the first to fill their ranks and with your DNA they hoped to enhance other test subjects. In those same lucid moments you gave them hell, just because you were tied down to a table or a chair didn’t mean you couldn’t make someone lose their marbles. But even in the mess you were in you wouldn’t change anything as long as Bucky and Steve were ok, that’s all that mattered.

It had been 6 months since you turned yourself in, you couldn’t be surprised that somehow Hydra made things worse for you. But there was a little bit of hope as the sedative they were giving you wasn’t affecting you as much and you began to control the results they saw thinking that dosage was still high enough. That gave you the opportunity to strengthen your abilities while slightly affected. You had decided that it had been enough time and you were going to escape. After having the same routine for all this time you know the guard’s change schedule and most of the layout of the building, you wanted to leave as quietly as possible but your abilities were strong enough even under the mild sedation that you could fight your way out.

It was a shift change when you were being taken back to your cell, you let your weight drop so that they had to drag you. This slowed them enough so that when you passed the main corridor you could make your escape and you did. You changed the perception of their reality and you began to run. Hiding behind columns or desks, causing guards to fight each other so that you could move without being seen.

It was like every nightmare you were almost there, your hand on the doorknob when you were pulled back and onto the floor before being picked up. You stood in front of the same woman that forced your hand. In the early days of you being here you learned she would be your handler and she enjoyed making you suffer. The evil grin on her face let you know that your punishment would be horrible. A cell phone and laptop were brought to her, first she clicked on the laptop a live feed was on with split screens and like the last time you saw it your heart dropped. You begged for forgiveness and for her not to hurt either of them. She made a call and then next thing you see is Bucky on the ground, shot by one of the snipers in the middle of another mission. His blood began to stain the ground beneath him and you caught a quick glimpse of Steve as he hurried to your love’s side.

She grabs your face, her perfectly manicured nails digging into your cheeks, she makes you look at her. “Try some bullshit like this again and I’ll have them shot in the head.” She lets go roughly, that night the guards beat you within an inch of your life but the thought that Bucky might be dead because of you made you numb.

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10 months later

After almost a year Bucky and Steve were never able to figure out what was missing, it was aggravating to say the least. Bucky was grumpier than usual and Steve was much more stern. The team had talked amongst themselves worried about their friends but without knowing what was missing they couldn’t try to replace it. The super soldiers threw themselves into missions, rarely stopping in between them until Bucky was shot. They took some time off but the silence and the not knowing was driving them crazy. So when information came in about a Hydra base that was conducting experiments to make more winter soldiers they began to work tirelessly to bring them down.

After 4 months of recon missions, The attack on the base was easy, reminiscent of their time raiding Hydra bases during the war. With the help of Nat, Steve and Bucky made quick work of clearing their section and were heading back to regroup when a blood curdling scream made them stop dead in their tracks. Bucky knew that screamed, it had escaped him so many times and when he heard it again he ran towards it.

“Bucky, wait what are you doing?” Steve shouted as he followed.

“It’s the chair.” Was all he said as he picked up the pace. Breaking down the door the three of them make quick work of the people standing in the room. Nat heads for the controls while they make their way to the person on the chair. Tears blur Bucky’s vision, the memories that flood his mind as he looks at the chair he was forced to sit on so many times. His heart breaks for the woman on the chair. He knew she didn’t deserve what they were doing to her, what they were doing to you. Bucky didn’t know you but he felt insanely protective of you.

The very muffled voice of Steve demanding that Nat hurry and unlock the restraints around your arms and legs makes yo stir. You blink slowly a few times trying to think about where you were when two steel blue eyes get your attention. Your breath hitches because you had been sure that the owner of these eyes died because of you. So when he wipes away a tear you can’t help but lean into his touch.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, he doesn’t know who you are but still he’s being so caring and gentle and you feel guilty for having removed yourself from his memories.

“We should get her out of here quickly, You grab her Buck. I’ll lead the way, Nat you cover our backs.” You turned your head slightly trying to find him. He notices your searching gaze and stands directly in front of you and gives you a soft smile. “We’re going to get you out of here ok?”

“I’m sorry.” You say again before you’re unconscious.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

On the jet you’ve been strapped down as Bruce administers and I.V. And checks your vital signs. Bucky and Steve staying close at all times. Somehow being close to you last that uneasy feeling they’ve had for months go away.

“Jarvis run facial recognition on our guest.” Tony says as he moves from the pilot seat to where you’re laying down.

“Facial recognition has one hit. Brain mush protocol activated.” Jarvis announced. Leaving the team confused.

“Brain what protocol Tony?” Nat asks. He shrugs.

A video pops up on the monitors, you sit in front of the camera.

“Hello, if you are seeing this it means that brain mu-“ you stop mid sentence. “Tony we aren’t going to call it brain mush, that's not what I do.” You laugh.

“Well it makes sense to me and seeing as I am the one that makes protocols I get to name them. Get out of the way.” Tony steps out from behind the camera and moved your chair to the side so that you’re both in frame.

“Hello Avengers, future me looking good.” He winks at the camera. “If you are seeing this it means that Y/N here has done something to make us forget her. What do you have to say for yourself?” He turns to you waiting for an answer.

“Tony, this is serious and it was your idea.” The video shuts off and a new one starts to play.

“Hello, my name is Y/N, I’ve been with the team since its inception before the battle of New York, and if you are seeing this video it means that the brain mush protocol has been activated. All that means is that for some reason I had to change or completely erase myself from your memories. If I did just know I did it to protect you and I’m sorry.”

Once the video is done playing multiple news articles about the avengers including you pop up on the screens. Videos of you at Stark parties and photographs also are brought up to the screen, most of them of you with the team. Most importantly there are many pictures of you with Steve and Bucky. The pictures are mostly of the three of you Hugging, kissing and dancing. You had asked Tony to add them so that Bucky and Steve knew who you were. More proof that you had existed in their lives.

Everyone was completely silent, stunned that someone they couldn’t remember had sacrificed themselves for them. Steve began to talk to Bruce about your recovery while Bucky stayed close to you, holding your hand and brushing the hair out of your face. This feeling of emptiness and constant confusion was replaced with rage. It wasn’t at you it was directed at whatever made you think that you had no choice but to do this. Once he knows you’re safe he’s going to make all of them pay for how you were treated.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

It had been days since you were brought back to the tower. You were kept on the medical floor under strict observation due to all the injuries they found both past and present. During that time Bucky and Steve stayed by your side even if they couldn’t remember you.

It was almost 1:00 am when you began to wake up, you didn’t want to open your eyes knowing you’d be in that cell again. Your breathing was shallow as you started to remember being strapped to the chair, then the following memories of being with Steve and Bucky, Steve telling you that they were getting you out. It was cruel what your own mind was doing to you. Giving you false hopes that you were finally free and back home.

It wasn’t until you felt a hand on your cheek, a thumb wiping away tears and that voice that you had missed so much that you began to calm down.

“It’s ok, you’re safe.” It was Steve. His voice was gentle as he reassured you that you were safe. You finally open your eyes to meet his. Your shaking hands grabbing his, needing to know that you haven’t created this in your mind.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You say your voice is almost non-existent. “I didn’t want to.”

“Don’t worry about that now, you just need to get better.” He runs his hand over your hair, smoothing it out as he tries to keep you calm.

“Bucky?” You ask in a whispered tone.

“He went to the kitchen, he should be back soon. Let me get you some water.” He moves to the side table and grabs a cup and fills it before adding a straw. He places the straw at your lips but holds on to the cup. Once you’ve had all you can he places it back, seating at the chair next to the bed.

Bucky enters the room and his eyes grow wide when he sees you’re awake. He smiles at you and you can see the relief in his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as he stands at the foot of the bed.

“Better. Thank you, both of you for saving me.” You look between both of them still not sure if it’s real.

“Why did you do it? Why didn’t you just tell us? We could have helped you.” Bucky says.

You shake your head. “They were threatening you. I didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice Y/N.”

You frown slightly as you hear your name being said instead of the pet names they gave you. But you couldn’t be upset since you erased their memories.

“They had been tracking us for weeks. Hydra even had your location on missions. A few months back I tried to escape and.” Your tears start to flow freely again as you remember Bucky being shot. “They shot Bucky while on a mission. That was my fault. After that I didn’t fight them anymore. I’d rather you not remember me and be alive than anything else.”

They share a look, a silent conversation about what they should say next. You adjust yourself on the bed and look up at them.

“I hate when you do that.”

They smile at you.

“Do what?”

“That silent conversation thing. Just say what you want to say.”

“Would you be able to put them back?”

“What?” You look at bucky confused.

“The memories of us. Would you be able to give them back to us?”

You nod and pat both sides of the bed, quickly they each take a side and you put your hands on their heads.

Steve and then Bucky each grab your wrist gently.

“You should know,” Steve begins to say. “ that these last few months have been miserable without you.”

“It was so confusing to be missing something but not know what it was.” Bucky adds. “But that feeling of uncertainty and that emptiness we felt disappeared when we found you in that place.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means that even though you erased yourself from our memories, you couldn’t erase the love we have for you. Even when we couldn’t remember you we knew you were missing.”

“Just never do it again, I don’t think I could deal with this hurt again.” Bucky says before placing a kiss on your temple. You nod in agreement and place your hands on their heads. Using the little bit of strength you had you close your eyes correcting the memories you had taken. You feel weak but happy when you’re done.

“Bunny, we've missed you.” Steve gives you a kiss.

“Kitten at 1:30 wasn’t to get a cat, we had a lunch date.”

“What are you talking about?” You say confused but slightly amused.

He sighs. “The day after you left I kept looking for something that was missing, that was you in case you were wondering, and I found a note that said kitten 1:30. I thought I forgot about getting a cat or something.”

You laugh, the first time in almost a year and it feels good. You let them both hug and kiss you. They make sure you have everything you need. The next day the team comes to see you and you restore their memories, they tell you about the missions they’d done while you were out. You were finally home safe in their arms and you knew that if you didn’t have a choice you would do it again. The love you had for them was greater than anything else.

“Oh by the way you’re going to love Alpine.”

Fin.

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Love? | Mafia!Bucky x Reader, Mafia!Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 17+ Trigger Warnings: Violence, mafia themes, weapons, explosions, guns, fire Ship: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, Mafia!Steve x Reader Summary: She did love her husband, Steve, once. Maybe he loved her too, but James Barnes isn't keen on how that "love" is shown Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2.9k

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There had only been three occasions where James had met the woman who Steve calls his wife. Today being the fourth. He remembers every single one like they happened yesterday.

The first time was when he and Steve were under civil circumstances.

i.

“Rogers.”

“Barnes.”

“And who’s this lovely lady you have with you this evening?”

“This would be my fiancee, (Y/N) (L/N).” Steve introduces, turning to look at the woman by his side. “Honey, this is James Barnes, the man I’ve told you all about.”

He is right, she has heard all about it, but holy hell she didn’t expect him to be so… gorgeous.

“Don’t be rude, darling, say hello.” Steve prompts, (Y/N) having not even realised she was silently gawking.

“Sorry, sorry, gosh; good evening, Mister Barnes, a pleasure to finally meet you.” She offers a hand for him to shake, but the gentle touch he offers isn’t what she’s expecting.

The man raises her hand and presses a soft kiss atop her knuckles.

“No need to apologise, sweetheart, the pleasure is all mine.”

Steve doesn’t appreciate the way the brunet eyes up his woman, but he knows she’d never dare tread down that road. He’s taught her better than that.

She knows it.

She knows full well that her fiance has his eyes on the interaction. She knows he hates it, but he won’t cause a fuss. Not here. Not to a man like James Barnes.

James can feel Steve’s eyes on him as he gives the woman a wanton stare, but he doesn’t change his stance.

“I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.” The brunet offers, (Y/N) smiling and hoping her red in her cheeks isn’t as obvious to see as it feels.

“Likewise, Mister Barnes.”

“Please, call me James.”

The rest of the evening Steve kept her locked at his hip whilst he talked to endless amounts of clients and frienemies. She always finds these events boring and would much rather be in the comfort of her own home, reading some books that send her imagination wild, but she can’t complain. Steve spoils her and gives her a more than valuable life to live.

She’s grateful, truly, but he expects her to obey his every beck and call in response.

That’s the exhausting part.

“Am I alright to nip to the bathroom quickly, my love?” She asks, quietly, as he’s mid discussion.

“Be quick.” Is all she gets in response.

She doesn’t need the bathroom. Not really. It’s just her only chance of a break. A few minutes to breathe.

She readjusts the clips in her hair to make sure she doesn’t look too messy - knowing that Steve will punish her if she brings his reputation down by even an ounce. Stares in the bathroom mirrors and takes some deep breaths in an attempt to keep herself calm.

It’s almost cliche the way she stumbles into the man as she exits the bathroom to rejoin her fiance once more.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry…” The woman trails off as she looks up at the person she’s stumbled into, getting lost in those familiar ocean-blue eyes once more. “James- Mister Barnes, sorry, I’m so sorry, how clumsy of me.”

“Shh, sweetheart, don’t worry about it - no harm done.” James shushes, helping the woman stand upright once more. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks, watching her worried eyes.

Her head shakes.

“No, no, thank you. I should’ve been paying more attention.”

James furrows his brows at the amount of fear the woman has over simply stumbling into him.

“Sweetheart, no one’s going to punish you for accidentally stumbling.” He offers, watching her attempt a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I know, of course, was just silly of me.”

They both stand in silence for a good few seconds before she meets his gaze once more.

“I should be getting back to Steve, he’ll be looking for me. I hope you have a good rest of your evening, Mister Barnes, and apologies again.” She doesn’t give him the time of day to respond before walking off to find her fiance in the crowd of people.

James doesn’t take his eyes off of the woman until she’s truly out of sight, a number of questions running through his head. The main one being: just where did Steve find a woman like her?

ii.

The second time they met was just over a year later. It was the birthday party of a mutual friend: Tony Stark.

King of the Underworld. That’s what he was known as to people like James and Steve. The mafia.

(Y/N) was following her fiance around the event, bound to his hip, as per usual, but remembers making eye contact with James as he was standing on the balcony, taking a drag from a cigarette. The doors to the balcony were wide open, he was leaning against the wall outside, smirking as they locked their gazes on one another.

The woman gulps but can’t help the smile that etches onto her lips. He flashes her a wink which prompts her smirk to morph into a grin, looking down at the floor and shaking her head.

She feels like she’s in high school. It’s a pleasant feeling.

She meets his gaze again, that self-satisfied smile still resting on his face.

His lips move and she recognises him asking if she’s okay. She nods before tilting her head and returning the question. The way his tongue darts out and strokes his lips is enough to make her belly flutter. And maybe other regions. He nods.

Steve asks her a question which distracts her momentarily before his attention returns to the conversation and hers back to the gorgeous man standing outside with the midnight backdrop behind him.

It’s almost awkward how long they’re simply staring at one another for, James continuing to finish his cigarette, but it drastically changes when the echo of a gunshot goes off.

(Y/N)’s eyes widen and she screams without thinking. James’ eyes also widen as he flicks his cigarette off of the edge of the balcony, sprinting inside to see what’s going on.

Steve’s arms wrap around the woman in his arms, immediately eyeing up the whole room for the source of the sound.

Her hands grip onto her lover, hiding her face as she feels him tense up.

“We’re gonna get out of here, okay, honey?” He mutters, (Y/N) nodding desperately. “Stay close to me.”

She doesn’t acknowledge her surroundings as her fiance leads her out of the large building, more gunshots being fired which make her flinch.

It’s not the first time she’s been around gunfire - comes with being in a relationship with a man like Steven Rogers - but it never gets any less scary.

“Keep going down this corridor, through the double doors, then left, left, right, okay? I’ll be out as soon as I can.” Steve’s voice is the last thing she hears before she watches the man sprint away from her.

“Wait…” Her eyes are wide as she’s left alone in the corridor.

Her arms wrapping around herself does nothing to help reduce her trembling.

Gulping, the woman turns and continues pacing down the corridor, praying she’ll get out of this manor quickly.

“Double doors, left, left, right. Double doors, left, left, right,” She recites the directions under her breath as she follows the crimson carpet.

Hell, it feels like she’s in a palace.

“Hey!” A voice calls, her eyes widening and head snapping to her left, where the voice came from.

There’s a corridor with a man striding toward her, gun raised and ready to be fired.

“Where are you headed!?”

She’s speechless. She can’t find her voice.

Is this it? This is how she dies?

“I ASKED YOU A QUE-” The man is cut off as a gun fires, another yelp escaping her throat, jumping backwards on instinct. His body drops to the ground, another man appearing behind him, but she recognises this one.

“James…”

The brunet’s brows furrow as he sees Steve’s fiancee. Alone.

“Where’s Rogers?” He asks, voice serious and face tense. Nothing like the careless smiles they were offering one another minutes earlier.

“He- I- He went-” (Y/N) stumbles over her words as she points behind her. “He just went off, told me to get out.”

“You’re alone?” James confirms, watching her nod, eyes fearful as she stares up at him.

He’s fully approached her now, looking up and down the corridor she’s stood in.

“Why the fuck did he leave you alone?” He asks, genuinely confused. And pissed.

Her mouth moves but no words come out. She shrugs.

“Come on.” The man takes her hand, continuing their path to the exit. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

The words hit her with a sense of deja vu, remembering the time she stumbled into him like it was yesterday.

She shakes her head but realises he can’t see.

“No.”

He doesn’t respond.

They sneak out of a side door, Bucky walking over to someone he clearly knows.

“Sam, get this lady home safe, she lives with Rogers.”

“Yes, sir.” The man, Sam, responds, nodding his head.

“This is Sam, my driver, he’ll get you out of here safe, okay? Trust him with your life.” James tells her woman, a crowd full of noise happening all around them.

“James, what’s happening?”

“Don’t worry about it now, okay? You’ve just gotta get home safe. I’ve gotta get back in there, I’m sorry. Be careful, sweetheart.” He presses a chaste kiss to her cheek, nodding once more at Sam, before heading back into the warzone.

“This way, madam.”

iii.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

The applause in the room was loud as the man she loves kissed her.

She does love him.

Right?

The wedding truly was wonderful. It was like a fairytale. Steve let her design pretty much all of it. He’s an angel in that sense.

Or he just didn’t care and couldn’t be bothered as long as the paper was signed that deemed her as his property.

The music was joyful, the atmosphere was pleasant, the guests were lovely.

The mood was happy.

For a little while.

“Well, well, well, I didn’t think I’d find the woman of the night hiding out here.”

The voice startles her as she’s leaning against the balcony of the gorgeous building that’s hosting their reception.

“Mister Barnes.”

“Mrs Rogers.”

The words make her shiver.

She wanted to keep her own surname, or at least make it double-barrelled, but Steve was having none of it.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” She asks, staring out at the sunset.

“It’s a pleasant evening; how about you? It’s your special day after all.”

She attempts a small life but it comes out as a mere breath.

“Yeah, it’s been a really nice day. Steve let me organise and design everything so I’m glad it’s my dream day, or whatever.”

“You did a really good job - it’s truly beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

They fall into silence, James asking if he can have a cigarette which she says yes to.

“I never got to thank you for getting me out of Stark’s place that time.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart, I simply did what he should’ve done.”

The woman sighs.

“Can I take a drag?” She asks, not looking at the man once as he furrows his brows at her.

“You sure?”

She nods, the man handing her the rest of the toxic stick.

“You’re not happy.” It’s not a question so she chooses not to respond. “Why don’t you leave?”

“I’m very lucky to live the life that Steve has provided me with. Before Steve I had nothing. I was nothing.”

“But were you happy?”

She gulps and inhales the last hit of the cigarette before flicking it away.

“I’m going to head back inside; if I don’t see you before the night is over, thank you for coming, James.” She offers him a warm smile before walking back toward the building, eyes widening when the man grabs her wrist.

There’s nothing violent about the gesture. In fact, the hold he has is rather loose and she could probably shake him off if she wanted to.

“You should be happy, (Y/N).”

She pauses as she eyes up the seriousness in his voice.

“I am.” She then does shake him off and walks back inside, hating the desire coursing through her to turn around and press her God damn lips to the man who cares about her more than her bastard husband ever could.

That was possibly one of the most fatal mistakes she ever made.

And the last time she saw James Barnes for three years.

iv.

Cut to the present day. A regular day. Well, almost.

It was going pretty well until the explosion went off.

(Y/N) wasn’t even sure where her husband had brought her. They’re in the middle of no where. Said he needed to get something work related and that she needed to come with him.

She didn’t question it.

She never does.

All she can think about now though is trying to remember how to fucking breathe. There’s flames all around her. Smoke filling up every corner of the room she’s in.

Steve left her there. Told her it’ll keep her safe.

He always was a fucking liar.

He even locked the door so she wouldn’t get hurt.

How sentimental.

The windows are small.

It’s an old storage room, maybe? She doesn’t know.

She’s sat on the floor, an old cloth she found covering her mouth in an attempt to stop the smoke filling her lungs any quicker.

Her back is to the door, banging on it and screaming for help.

She knows it’s useless but she would never go down without a fight.

That’s one trait that Steve admired in her. She can see why now.

She lays down, trying to keep her eyes open. Not because she wants to but so she doesn’t feel like she’s really giving up. But she’s done. She’s so very done with this life now. It was fun, but now it’s over.

“IS ANYONE DOWN HERE!?” She didn’t expect to hear another voice but it kickstarts her to keep fighting.

“Hello!” Her voice is barely a scratch.

Leaning up, she bangs on the door again, using the last of her strength to do so as the windows around her shatter with the room’s combustion.

“IS SOMEONE IN THERE!?”

She keeps banging.

“GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!”

She does. Barely. Rolls over slightly.

The wood is kicked in, having taken a surprisingly long time to burn.

“Holy fuck, (Y/N)!”

Wait.

James?

“What the fuck did he do to you!?” The man’s eyes are wide with panic but he works rapidly to lift the woman into his arms, bridal style, and start sprinting out of the burning building.

James and Steve ended up rivals at some point last year and they were constantly trying to corrupt one another. Steve warned his wife to make sure she never had anything to do with Barnes again. She simply nodded although disappointed.

Steve planned on tearing every one of Barnes’ staff to the ground. Wanted to watch the man suffer. He didn’t expect the brunet to have a big, shiny, ‘do not press’ red button under his radar that blew up his entire HQ.

James knew that Steve was rash and impulsive with making catastrophic messes. He always hated that about the blond. James was calm and tactile in his movements toward enemies.

He was running through each floor of his building to make sure all of his staff were out, not having expected the wife of the asshole to be trapped in one of his own rooms.

“Sweetheart, I can’t let you go back to him. He’s lost his fucking mind, he’s gonna hurt you. I need you to trust me.” He manages between desperate breaths as the smoke continues to follow them through the halls of his home.

Her eyes are barely open but manages to nod as he occasionally looks down to check she’s still awake.

“I trust you.”

Her head lolls, chest getting tighter with every passing breath.

“Try keep those eyes open for me, (Y/N). I’m gonna get you outta here, I promise.”

Another jagged nod, but she doesn’t follow through with it as her eyes close and mind falls blank.

///

A groan rumbles in the woman’s throat as she stirs awake. Brows furrowing immediately as she fails to recognise her surroundings.

“What the hell?”

“You’re awake.” A voice greets, her eyes looking across the room where none other than James Barnes stands, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“You watching me while I sleep? Kinda creepy if you ask me, Barnes.” She manages, closing her eyes once more and taking a deep breath.

The man snickers and shakes his head.

“Foul mouth on you, sweetheart.”

She simply hums in response.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Really fucking tired.”

“I bet. You nearly didn’t make it.”

The woman sighs.

“Bet he’d have liked that.”

“He’s a fucking asshole.”

“Where is he?”

“Far away from you.”

With another sigh, (Y/N) meets James’ stare once more.

“What do I do?”

The man smirks and strides over to the bed she’s laid in, her not having even noticed yet that it’s his.

“Let me take care of you better than he ever could.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

He grins. She reciprocates it.

“That’s me, sweetheart.”

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How it started.

"Buck we're almost here."

The whisper reaches his ears seconds before the doors to the gym opens, he hangs up his phone, tossing it on the bench. A smile graces his lips, finally you're here. Bucky grabs the massive weights off the ground and starts lifting. He keeps his eyes focused on the glove shaped stain on the ceiling. Soft grunts escaping his lips, his muscles quaking and burning under the strain of the weights.

You stumble through the doors, coffee in one hand and your phone in the other. Your best friends hand on your back, pushing you into the nearly empty gym, she's the only reason you're awake at this ungodly hour to-you sigh, the sound rattling deep in your chest- exercise.

"You're going to thank me in a minute." She sings out.

You disagree. There's is nothing, absolutely fucking nothing thats worth getting up this damn early in the fucking morn-oh.

Oh damn.

Your mouth goes dry, thoughts screech to a halt as you stare at the giant of a man. His dark hair plastered to his forehead, a thin sheen of sweat coats his tanned skin. Biceps flex and his cut abs contacts. His thin grey sweats cling to his thick thighs and oh damn.

You look at behind you to stare at your friend your eyes widening. Damn.

She nods. The yes girl written all over her face. She smiles and your stomach twists. You know that look in her eyes. This is not good. And sure enough her mouth opens. "Bucky my friend here doesn't know anything about the gym. Can you show her a few things?"

You narrow your eyes, hissing stop it under your breath. She slides around you, yelling over her shoulder that she's going to see Steve.

And now it's just you and him.

All alone.

Bucky sits up, putting his elbows on his knees and his warm blue eyes move from your calves up to your face, heating every part of you on his way up and by the time he's gazing into your eyes, you're burning from the inside out. A lazy smile tugs at his lips. "Yeah, I can show you a thing or two."

Hows it going.

"Hold it," he murmurs in your ear, gently biting the lobe.

Your hands slip down the mirror, leaving streaks on the glass. He's been edging you for what feels like hours and you're close to shattering. Sensations bursting like fireworks inside you, rushing through your limbs."I can't- god I cant-oh god."

Bucky drops his head to the curve of your shoulder, pulling your leg up even higher. A deep thrust pushes you into the mirror, your cheek flush against the glass.

"She's not here sunshine, just me." He grunts, the salacious sounds of his skin slapping into yours reverberate across the gym. "You feel me don't you? Right the fuck here-"His large hand presses on your lower belly and he grinds inside you, slow and deep and filthy, "-tearing your little pussy in two, gonna write my name all over her."

And you feel him everywhere.

"God yes," you cry out, a tear slipping down your cheek. You've never felt so incredible in your life- you can't even think, only feel. And take it. He barely fits, each stroke reminding you how fucking big and thick he is.

Bucky laughs, his hand curving around your throat. "Not my name sunshine." His rough fingers strum your clit-his metal hand tightening around your throat. "Dont worry, I'll fuck every last thought out of your body until only my name remains."

Your eyes roll back, back arching off his broad chest. "Buc-" you gasp, tendrils of pleasure wrapping around your body, consuming you.

"Oh that's good sunshine but you can do better," he chuckles, snapping his hips upward, his cock striking your gspot.

You scream his name, thin wail tumbling from your parted lips. Your vision blurs into a flurry of colors, his fingers rolls your swollen clit faster, the tight little circles spiraling through you, your head feels so light, you can't hold yourself up.

Bucky lets to drop your weight on his cock, thrusting deeper into your pussy. He turns your face to the mirror, his eyes locking on yours.

"Good girl. Now cum for me."

And I-

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Never did I think I needed to see and hear this 😍

Idk if you take request but if you do then maybe a one bed trope thing with bucky and he gets morning wood and you wake up like what is that and he's like it's the morning and he's not embarrassed and then sex and fluff pls thanks ❤️

morning wood

PAIRINGS! avengers!bucky x avengers!f!reader

SUMMARY! in which bucky is too tired to be embarrassed of his morning wood.

WARNINGS! unprotected sex, 18+ minors dni, pet names (candy), one sided feelings, sleepy sex kinda, cocky bucky, fingering, oral (f)

A/N! i’m sorry for not making it clear but i am taking requests! currently, i have no works but if i do then my requests would be slightly delayed!

“i am not working with that disgusting man child!” the loud voice rang through the small room. bucky looked up at the girl with a smirk. “c’mon, it’ll be fun! great bonding time.” he teased.

you rolled your eyes and sat in the seat, crossing your arms with a huff. “well, it’s either that or you resign.” tony said, pulling out the letter of resignation. you pulled the pen from his desk and started to write.

“it’s not that bad!” bucky yelled, grabbing the pen and throwing it away. you looked at him and scowled. “okay, well, there’s a motel booked, you two better enjoy.” tony smirked as he walked out.

that night, you had finished packing your bag and you were ready to go. “hi candy.” bucky’s voice sounded through your room. you sighed and turned to him. “what?” you asked.

bucky shrugged and walked towards your bed. “was bored, knew i could annoy you.” bucky smirked, laying back and watching you pack your small bag. “well, you can’t, i have stuff to do.” you said.

you walked into the bathroom and took off your shirt. “shower? i’ll join.” bucky teased, making you scoff and lock your bathroom door.

after your shower, bucky was still in your room so you had to change in the bathroom. you walked out and brushed through your wet hair. “y’look so good right now.” bucky bit his lip.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes, grabbing your skincare and starting it. “wanna do some f’me too, candy?” bucky stood up, sitting next to you. you put some moisturiser on your fingers and slapped his cheek.

bucky sighed and rubbed it in before getting up. “i’d be nice, girlie, we’re going t’be together for a while.” he spat before walking out of the room. you smirked and went back to your skincare.

the next day was completely hectic, you wouldn’t recommend it to absolutely anyone. you and bucky made it to the motel, and to make matters worse, someone thought that the signing under stark was a joke.

it was deleted and now there was only one room with one bed, one single bed. “it’s fine, he can sleep on the floor, bucky pay.” you said, wanting to sit down immediately.

bucky paid and got the key, bringing you to the room. you took the shower first, knowing that if you sat down you wouldn’t get up again. you walked out, seeing bucky wrapping up his wounds.

he went into shower and you took over with wrapping up the small wounds scattered all over you. bucky quickly came out, wrapped in only a towel around his waist.

you looked up at him before looking back at the bed. “y’know you were supposed to use the towels as a blanket.” you spoke as you jumped back, getting under the blanket.

bucky rolled his eyes and changed into his pyjamas. “i can’t sleep on the floor without a blanket.” bucky said, standing next to the bed. you shrugged and opened your phone.

“there’s a lot of space in the bed, are they sure it’s a single?” bucky asked, looking around you. you sighed and move over, opening up the covers. bucky smiled and got in, making himself comfortable.

you sighed and turned off your phone, as well as the small lamp beside the bed. “bucky i’m falling off the fucking bed.” you groaned, your ass cheek literally falling from the bed.

bucky lifted you up, now you were almost sitting on him. “night, candy.” bucky smirked, placing his head into your neck. you sighed and tried to fall asleep.

you were rudely woken up a few hours later by bucky’s leg falling over your own legs and something poking your lower back. “bucky.” you said, hitting his hip. he groaned.

you did it again, and again, and again, until finally, he lifted his head. “what the fuck is poking me?” you asked, looking back at him. “huh? oh, it’s my dick.” he mumbled, putting his head back.

“your dick?” you asked. he nodded and pulled your into his chest. “yeah, it’ll go down later, j’come back to sleep.” he whispered, kissing your shoulder. you jerked your shoulder, hitting him in the nose.

he groaned and moved back quickly. “fuck!” he yelled, holding the bridge of his nose. “don’t kiss me.” you said, shaking your head and going back to your original position.

you tried to deny it, but you felt a certain shock through your body when bucky kissed your shoulder. bucky got out of the bed to clean his, now bloody, nose.

bucky got back into bed, and pulled you close into him. “it’s the least y’can fuckin’ do.” he said, pulling you into him, the feeling of his boner against him made your panties dampen.

“i know you’re wet, can smell ya.” bucky mumbled, moving your hair away and kissing your neck. you whined and pushed him off. “c’mon candy, we’re both horny, might as well relieve some pressure.”

you moved your hand from him and let him continue to kiss your neck. “fine, but in this position i don’t want to look at you.” you mumbled. bucky nodded and pulled down your pants.

he pulled down your panties before slapping your ass. “i’ve fuckin’ dreamed of this moment since i met ya.” he whispered in your ear. you bit your lip and looked down at his hand on your waist.

he pulled down his pants and boxers before sliding his tip through your slit. you gasped quietly and gripped his hand. bucky smirked and slid into you.

you moaned and your hand on his hand tightened. “there y’go.” he groaned, slowly sliding in and out of you. you whined and wiggled your hips.

bucky but his lip and pressed his thumb into your ass. “y’feel s’fuckin’ good, candy.” bucky grumbled as he continued at his painfully slow pace. you slapped his hip and whined.

“faster, harder, anything.” you complained, gripping at his naked hip. bucky complied and thrusted faster, the sound of their skin slapping was slightly muted by the sheets.

bucky whined and lifted you up. “candy, i’m gettin’ no where in this position, let’s change, hm?” he mumbled. you nodded and sat on his lap, turning around the face him.

“gonna look at me, candy?” he teased, gripping your hips. you sighed and rolled your eyes, sliding onto him. “shut up bucky, i’m using you for your dick.” you moaned.

you felt bucky’s tip bounce off all the right angles, hitting your sweet spot. “fuck! oh god!” your legs squeezed around his waist, crying out in pleasure. “ya look s’fuckin’ good takin’ my cock like a good girl.”

you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you felt the knot in your stomach fall onto the verge of snapping. “oh my god i’m gonna cum.” you moaned, gripping his shoulders.

your nails dug into his skin and left crescent shapes as you released all over him. your body curled up and you fell back. bucky pulled out and finished on your lower stomach.

instead of getting back into bed, bucky bent over and rubbed your clit, sliding a finger inside you. “what are you doing?” you asked, looking down at him. he shrugged and started pumping his fingers in and out.

you moaned and arched your back. “i wanna see if this pretty cunt can squirt.” he moved his fingers from your clit, connecting his lips instead. your eyes were sat at the back of your head.

bucky pulled his fingers out and soon replaced it with his tongue. “bucky.” you dragged out in a whine. bucky smirked and pulled away, sliding his fingers inside you again.

“c’mon, candy, squirt for me.” he moaned, continuing to suck on your clit. you felt an unfamiliar knot form in your lower stomach. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” you moaned out.

bucky curled his fingers and practically assaulted your sweet spot. “holy fuck!” you yelped, feeling yourself come loose. you squirted all over bucky’s face, making him moan quietly.

“that’s it, candy.” he smirked as he pulled away, cleaning you up with his tongue. you tried to regain your breath as bucky went to clean his face.

bucky came back and sat down in front of you. “so, still hate me?” he asked, helping you with your pants. you sat up and nodded. “yup, night buck.” you said as you crawled back into bed.

Sheriff Bodecker😏

Rewatched Knives Out today and then went to Spotify and I’ll just leave this here

I have never seen this picture of Seb

He looks so soft 🤧

loki existed once and i think that’s beautiful

Odin to Thor: You are unworthy !

Loki:

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