Idk If You Take Request But If You Do Then Maybe A One Bed Trope Thing With Bucky And He Gets Morning

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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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Sheriff Bodecker😏

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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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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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