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Warnings: Porn With Plot, pinch of angst, 18+ Smut, (Oral female and male receiving, hair pulling, use of âpet namesâ.)
A/n: The pornstar AU no one asked for, but my mind made up! There is smut there is plot, there is more smut and even a tinge of angst, but i am proud of this monster. I definitely put myself out of my comfort zone on this one and I was like THINK PORN and man did I. There will likely be some bits and pieces in the smut that is not everyoneâs cup of tea and I RESPECT that, BUT i still do hope you enjoy this! Please DO NOT INTERACT if you are UNDER THE AGE OF 18, THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. Happy Readings Angels!
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âYouâre not going to be able to walk for at least a week.â
âThat man is going to ruin you before anyone else can have a taste of you.â
âYou think youâve had cock, oh honey no one compares to the soldier, that man will have you seeing stars - donât tell cap.â
âYou ever squirt before, well donât be surprised if he brings on your first though falcon is just as handy.â
âOh Donât be alarmed of what youâve heard about the soldier, heâs a sweet guy, really knows how to fuck his costars stupid.â
âYouâre gonna be dreaming of that cock when you get your chance, I know I still do.â
You had heard just about everything there was to hear about Bucky Barnes; or the soldier as many of you knew him here at Stark Hub. Â
There hadnât been a day when you werenât visiting the office to set your next scene that the nearly six-foot, burly Adonis wasnât wandering around, a silky black robe tight around his waist leaving little to the imagination of just what he was packing underneath.
While you had heard and seen plenty of the beefy brunette, you hadnât exactly had the chance to have a taste of the man yourself.
You were a fresh face new to the industry; and with a fresh face such as yourself came some restrictions to who Tony paired you with.
You see the soldier; along with the Captain and the Falcon was one of the more seasoned porn stars working for Stark.
And Tony â lead management at stark hub - strongly believed that seasoned porn stars should be working with other seasoned porn stars, it was just âthe way of lifeâ.
âThey know what theyâre doing kid,â he had said one afternoon when you had questioned him about getting a chance at the soldier himself. Â âThey know how to sell sex, they know what will have the fans signing back in for more, now thatâs not me saying you wonât get there because you will, youâll get there, but for now just worry about your next scene, donât worry about the soldier.â
Not only had it been the subtle rejection, but the words that stark had patronized you with that had lit the flame within you. Â
You had promised yourself that afternoon that you would prove your worth at Stark Hub, that even the freshest face could have a go with the big dogs.
Pairing: King!Thor x Reader     Word Count: 6,206
Warnings: ANGST up the whazoo! Like seriously, angst. Language, more angst, talks of pregnancy, relationship troubles
A/N: Oof, this one is pretty bad. First of all, Iâm sorry. I hope you can forgive me. But anyone who knows me and my storytelling, I always ramp up the angst around here. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter to the best of your ability! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo
Summary: What more can you do than have a rad bachelorette party and then move to a house full of mobsters. It all sounds fun, right? Well, not according to your experience.Â
Warnings: mobster AU, drinking, swearing, surveillance, angst, smidge of fluff, violence, mention of bruises, fearÂ
Word Count: 5737
A/N: A little late, I know I know, but I wanted to make sure the chapter was exactly how I wanted it. I keep thinking I will get to the wedding, and then some situations occur and I know I have to concentrate on them a little more. Than being said, I think we will finally see the wedding next! What do you think of this part? Did you like it? Is the reader a little less annoying? Let me know xx
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The scene was supposed to be joyous, but, for some reason, the majority of what you felt was filled with sadness. Not for any particular reason, it was just the weigh of your decision finally settling in your heart and the realization hitting you that you would indeed be getting married in a week to a total stranger, who was a mobster, none less.Â
Gilded: Chapter 2: Our House (The Mess Weâve Made)
Mobster! Steve x Reader
Summary: Steve doesnât like to be questioned, and you learn that the hard way. When he wants something, he gets it, and now he wants to have everything over with as quickly as possible. But there are a few bumps on the road.Â
Warnings: mafia au, swearing, violence, blood, threats, violence on women, slight mention of a rape, fluff, I mean, Steve is very demanding here, but itâs a theme soâŠÂ
Word Count: 6087
A/N: Iâm beyond excited that you guys liked the first chapter so much and are giddy for the next one. So, here we have it. More of our arranged couple and more mafia stuff. Let me know what you thought, and again, thank you for reading! xx
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âYou did what? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Y/N, I love you, but you must have hit your head real hard because this is not like you, at all,â Caroline reasoned, but you could see she was close to losing it completely.Â
They were both waiting for you to come home that night, and you first had to make sure neither of them would talk about anything you were about to reveal. You trusted both of them with your life, that wasnât the issue, but you were afraid that if they talked outside of your apartment, Steve might know and the things he could do to them would be the core of your future nightmares, you were sure of it. When they finally agreed, you got to explaining. But you didnât even get a full sentence out before they started jumping in it, asking questions and wildly swatting their hands, trying to make you see just how stupid of an idea it actually was.Â
âDo you think I donât know it sounds insane? I do, but also like, itâs gonna take care of so many issues, and, I mean, all he needs from me, as far as I understood it, is to go to a few events with him, go to some vacations with him and that would be all. I mean, I can still have the job I actually enjoy and donât have to slave in that fucking pub with all those weirdos, and I wonât have to worry about money,â you tried to sound reasonable and sensible, but from the looks on your best friendsâ faces, you werenât doing too good of a job.Â
Head Connon Suday you say đ so a little tmi I had a "friend" over the night and we had some really really raunchy fun and his dog-tags where dangling in my face/ making noise the whole time. She please gurl, let that inspire you for Steve or Bucky lol (also side note bc it was funny as hell when spend the night he had to sleep on the side of the bed that my 15lb dog usually does and my dog was so mad lol)
Ha, not TMI at all! I loved reading about it and Iâm glad you had fun with your friend! Hereâs a little headcanon I got inspired to write about your story!
Headcanon Sunday is almost over! Send me your ideas and Iâll post them for next weekâs edition!
It was Buckyâs way of dealing with his nightmares
Ever since youâd given him permission to do so, it wasnât unusual to wake up to the gentle friction of his cock moving in and out of you
And the not so gentle sound of the damned dog tags repeatedly hitting his chest because of his movements
Youâd started to figure out it wasnât just a way for him to deal with his anxiety anymore
He used it to fight insomnia
Or even just boredom
The truth was, he found solace between your legs, even when you were completely awake for it
âBad dream, Bucky?â You asked one night, having woken up to his grunts and the gentle rustle of the familiar metal
And of course, the fires of your own arousal burning between your legs, your ever-present wetness now dripping down your thighs
âCanât sleep,â he confessed, now freely moaning as he quickened the pace, the mellow sound of the dog tags following the change in speed, becoming harsher and more significant now that you were awake
You loved how he tried to be considerate even as he used your body for his own needs, even as he did what youâd gave him to do long ago
But you loved it even more once he let go after you were awake, fully fucking you against the mattress, the tags slamming on your face as he thrusted in and out of you
You loved to feel it against your chests when he buried his face in your neck, when he was into a more gentle lovemaking session
But most of all, you loved how Bucky didnât have to touch you any more to get you ready for him
It was a Pavlovian response by now
You heard the sound of the tags hitting against each other
You got instantly wet
Thatâs why you knew it wasnât a big deal for Bucky to start fucking you while you were still asleep
Although you had woken up to him playing with you or even eating you out before, like he still wanted to get you ready
What you didnât know was that he just really liked your taste and the way you reacted when he was touching you while you were asleep, with your breathless little moans and stretches
The way you whimpered every time he moved and the dog tags rustled against each other
But your absolute favorite thing was when he was rough on you
When he had a bad day and just fucked the living daylights out of you
Those days, the sounds of the dog tags would become imprinted in your mind for hours after he was done with you
Maybe heâd even make you wear them, use it to pull you forward, and take more of his dick
Things I never knew about The Avengers until I started reading fanfics:
1. Tony Stark literally never sleeps.
2. Thor loves to address women as âLady (name)â. No one knows when heâs coming or going but Stark keeps a room ready for him at all times, regardless.
3. The only degree Bruce actually puts into use is his M.D.
4. Clint not only loves traveling through the vents but he continues to do so despite constantly falling through the ceiling.
5. Part of Natashaâs Red Room training included how to dress her friends for Starkâs parties.
6. No matter what sexuality Steve tries he still has no game.
7. If you are ever recruited, Wanda will be your first and greatest friend.
8. Sam knows everything about everyone.
9. Vision has reverted to Jarvis in physical form.
10. Just be aware that the first time Bucky says two words to you it means he wants to throw you into the nearest supply closet and bang your brains out. This will then happen within 24 hrs.
Finally, but most importantly, the kitchen is rarely used for culinary purposes.
WARNINGS:Â ANGST, hospital talk, swearing, vomitting,Â
pairing: amnesiac modern!bucky x gender neutral!reader
word count:Â 5.3k
a/n: a small study on a long-term relationship and the strains and disagreements that come into it. itâs been a hot sec since iâve posted any marvel stuff. still tryna get back into writing for bucky, but this is written for @mushyjellybeansââ. prompt is bolded :)
âI donât think this is something we should be arguing about,â you mutter, throwing your phone down into the carâs cupholder as Buckyâs grip on the wheel only intensifies. You slide hands over your thighs, stretching your legs against the red carpet of his newly refurbished Mustang. If thereâs one thing you havenât argued about yet, itâs the renovated â87 Mustang Buckyâs done over with his father, not completely done yet, but still, it looks hell of a lot better than it did before. âIt shouldnât have been made an issue tonight, of all nights.â
brief summary: loosely based off of the lyrics from the song love you goodbye by one direction. do not judge me. I listened to this song the other day for the first time and the lyrics hit me deep and this idea sparked from there.Â
(update Iâm a fake fan who got the title of the song wrong lol)
requested: nope, an idea I just went with
word count: 1.9k
warnings: angst and death (but mostly fluff)
Forcing yourself through the crowds you could hear the cheers growing, but all your body allowed you to focus on was your heart rate increasing. âLemme through!â You plead as some move aside, allowing you to get closer.
You lift up your skirt, not caring about getting muddy anymore, all you care about is the possibility that heâs one of them, that he mightâve come home. âY/n, keep goonââ Turning around you glance back at your friends who smile with encouragement, theyâve been praying heâs one of them with Steve for your sake.
Ever since he left youâve not been the same. The heartache of not knowing if heâs still alive. You see your friends get telegraphs, letting them know their love is missing in action. Youâve dealt with the pain for them, held them close as they sob, but you never had to deal with it for yourself, not yet.
Over the tops of heads, you can see a series of men walking towards you, all of them in a blur of greens and browns with Steve standing in front, his lavish suit standing him out from the crowd. As you push further you can see Steve smiling, glancing to his side which is just out of your view.Â
âBucky!â You yell in desperation and those around you move aside.Â
They all notice the look on the young soldiers face, the pure joy to hear his name being called. As you stand still in the parted crowd tears rise instantly as you begin running, not caring how fast or if you fall because he is here, in the flesh.Â
âY/n!â He yells back, running across the streets until youâre in his arms.Â
He laughs, you cry as he spins you around, refusing to let you go. âI never thought Iâd see you again.â You cry as you place your hands on his cheeks, taking in the fact heâs home, heâs okay.Â
Before he can say anything you jump up, kissing him passionately as if it were the last time. âI love you, James.â You mutter between kisses as his grip tightens once again before he opens his eyes, seeing all the boys whistling or applauding.Â
âIâm never lettinâ you go, doll.â Bucky whispers into your kisses as a smile plays on his lips. After everything heâs gone through, all the pain, the mental torment it almost vanishes when youâre with him. Your hand in his, you smiling at him with such love he feels lost in your gaze. âNot for one second.âÂ
Sadly, that date didnât crack the top 5 worst dates youâd been on. Unlike those dates though, after it ended you could go back home and tell your best friends all about the men youâd been with and theâŠinteresting things that made the bad date what it was.
When this date was over, you had to go back with him. When this date had concluded and you were ready to leave, you had to get in the same vehicle as the man and drive back to a place that wasnât yours.
Nothing in that place was yours, except the space you had been given. Everything else belonged to him or the organization he was from. Everything else was the product of a man who surrounded himself with violence and a lack of integrity.
You had neither seen nor heard the violence since you had been under his thumb, yet you knew it was present. It may not have been at the mansion estate however the effects were.
The ever presence of men with guns hidden on their persons or the solid metal gate surrounding the property was a constant reminder of what they had done.
The women who were half naked or barely dressed in strips of lace or silk entertaining men in the estate with their âtreasure chestsâ only to leave a few short hours after theyâd arrived with wads full of cash in their hands and pride over earning a lot of dollars for laying on their backs.
It was a clear divide between the world you knew and the world they knew. It was a stark difference that shattered a lot of illusions you had about the world behind closed doors.
Bucky was involved with all of this, the shady business deals to the whores and hookers his men slept with.
You were focused on shedding the influence of your father and trying to do better in the world. You were focused on trying to put yourself through school to help sick kids.
However due to the actions of your father, who had slipped the country and was now hiding out somewhere in the world, your studies came to a stand still. They came to a screeching halt at the edge of a 300ft cliff when Bucky took your life in his hands to repay a debt that had never been yours.
You were stuck and bound by law to a man who was using you to promote himself and future his reputation for being a man who conducted legal business. While some of that was true and there were businesses which were legal and successful, there were just as many that were shady.
You were being used in a way to convey the image of a Bucky being a Brooklyn boy who was in love and on the way to starting a family.
You would show yourself in public as the pretty, well dressed doll that stood side by side with Bucky. When he was done with you or thought you had served your purpose, your debt would erased.
âDid you have fun?â The condescending bastard questioned you, loosening the tie before pulling it out from the collar of his dress shirt.
The two of you were in his private office on the main floor at the behest of his royal pain in the ass. You were sparsely there for a few minutes and he already had a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
âDo you need me for something? Or can I go scrub my skin raw now?â You sneered, shifting your weight from foot to foot, eager to get out of the death trap heels that would surely be the cause of your rolled ankle.
âYou have a lot of bite.â He inhaled sharply, letting the smoke sit in his mouth for a moment before slowly exhaling. âIf the princess isnât happy going to fancy restaurants, than what will?â
For all intents and purposes, he seemed generally curious about what you wanted. Whether that was a ploy to make you lower your guard or a genuine and brief change in himself, it had been effective in making you figuratively stumble.
You were silent though the words were on the tip of your tongue and your brain was firing off alarms and signals. Your brain was trying to communicate with the unmoving tongue to tell him exactly what you wanted.
âIf you want me to cooperate and put in my best effort,â you finally spoke moving toward his desk, âwe need to barter.â
Bucky smirked and took a drag of his cigarette before tapping the lit edge against the ash tray. He took a hit of his strong drink, swirling the glass. Bucky set the glass down on the desk, the rim of the glass making a small melodic sound as it touched bottom.
He leaned back in his chair behind the desk, blue eyes studying you with intrigue. He was deep in thought, pondering his next action and your rather bold assumption that he would comply.
âYou seem to be on the losing side of the barter.â He ran his finger along the rim of the top of the glass, speaking slow.
âWeâre legally married and you did that to shine up your reputation and cast an image of a well respected man. You want me to pay off my debt by owing you my life, currently.â You placed your hand on your hips and frowned. âEither way Iâm going to be going out with you in public. Now, I can either play the part of the perfect little doting wife who bats her eyelashes and wins over the hearts of everyone she meets.â
His eyes were on you as you moved toward the desk. He was watching you carefully as you stood in front of the desk and then slowly sat down on the edge. You lift your left leg and crossed it over your right exposing the skin of your lower thigh while bouncing your foot, the heel of your pump knocking against the desk.
He was captivated, his eyes glued to your exposed thigh. His fingers were twitching, drumming against the wood without his knowledge. His blue eyes were narrowing slightly, crinkled at the corners of his eyes as he leaned forward ever so slowly.
âI can be the good little girl.â You leaned toward him and licked your bottom lip while your fingers moved slowly toward his own. âOr I can be your worst nightmare.â
He moved his eyes from your exposed flesh to your lips, his eyes lingering while his lips parted slightly. He looked captivated and blindsided, almost like a hormonal teenager who got his first hard on instead of the mob boss he was.
âSchool.â Bucky closed his mouth and hummed, his gaze moving back to yours.
âI go back to school freely, and Iâll play the role of your perfect, American sweetheart.â You rest your fingers mere millimetres from his, the space between your hand and his virtually nonexistent.
âFuck, fine.â Bucky sighed and shook his head. âBut I swear to God, Y/NâŠyou better keep your damn appearances up because I swear-â
You cut him off by jumping off the desk. You adjusted your skirt and then walked around the desk to his chair, bending over to give him a view of your cleavage while brushing your lips against the shell of his ear.
âIâll be the epitome of a perfect, demure wife.â You stood back up and turned on your heel, stalking out of the room with purpose, off to celebrate your small victory.
Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Summary: He was your ex and it was nothing but a series of nights spent together to forget the hellscape unfolding around you.
It was sex to forget the pain. To him anyway.
To you, it was a way to hold onto the past that you didnât want to forget. To you, it was a way to grasp onto the very last bit of him. You were the ex he left behind, clinging to the very last piece of him. He left and all you had was the fading scent of him on your pillow.
It was sex as a distraction from the world.
Until it wasnât, and your entire world was about to cave in.
Steve has chosen the past, he chose Peggy.
And you are left with a broken heart and a pregnancy with a man who chose to live in the past.
You woke to a series of knocks on the door that stirred you from your sleep. After lifting the covers and removing yourself from the warmth of the bed, you slipped your feet into the slippers youâd taken from your dorm room and approached the door.
When there was another knock on the door, out of impatience, you ripped open the door and snapped at the person on the other side with irritation.
âIs that any way to speak to your husband?â The chilled voice of your warden had completely rid your body of any and all remanning sleep, leaving you standing stark straight with terror churning in your gut.
âWhen did you get back?â
He ignored your question and crossed his arms over his chest. His icy blue eyes were studying your choice of pyjamaâs from your worn flannel sleep shorts to your almost see through white tank top, to the tip of the iceberg with your pale pink slipper boots.
He looked amused by your entire look, evident by the small spark in his eyes and the smirk on his lips. He hadnât said anything, yet you knew he wanted to.
âWhat do you want?â You snipped, irritated and sour from being woken up so abruptly.
âWatch your tone sweetheart,â he locked eyes with you, his smirk replaced with a sneer, âyou wouldnât want me to have teach you some manners, would you?â
You wanted to roll your eyes and scoff. You wanted to shoot back some nasty comment about him being no better than earthworms, however you werenât just dealing with anybody. This man was owned half the city, this man had powers that extended beyond the normal, not to mention his allies that were loyal to him and his âfamilyâ.
âWhen did you get back?â You asked again, though he still didnât answer.
He pushed past you and walked into your bedroom. He moved past the bed and the door leading to the ensuite bathroom and went straight to the walk in closet. You followed him, shuffling your slipper boots on the floor when you walked, curious and miffed by his sudden presence in the space you called your own.
âYou havenât touched any of your clothes.â He âtsk-dâ and glanced at you over his shoulder. âDoes daddy not take care of you?â
You shivered, repulsed by the way he said that. You hated the âdaddyâ kink with distasteful passion, more than you hated the idea of being kept under his thumb to repay a debt that your father burdened you with.
âI have no one to impress.â You said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.
With that, Bucky started pulling clothes from the hangars before swiping a pair of heels from the shoe rack. He hooked them on his fingers before he turned back toward you and all but shoved them into your arms.
âNow you do.â He looked you up and down, lips twitching. âYou have one hour to be dressed and downstairs.â
You couldnât help it. You couldnât help the spite. âAnd if Iâm not?â
Buckyâs reaction was swift. He had wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you straight toward him, making you drop everything in your arms to the carpeted floor at your feet.
âYouâll find yourself over my knee with a sore ass.â His eyes flashed, his jaw ticking. âI am not a very patient man, and for the time being you belong to me. You either learn to watch your mouth around me, or Iâll start giving you obedience lessons.â
Your eyes were round as saucers from shock, your heart racing wild and nearly out of control. You couldnât look away from Bucky as he held you tight to his body, domineering and controlling in a manner that was undeniable.
He was in charge and he was answering himself.
âCheer up princess,â he grinned, âthis is every girls dream isnât it? A closet full of designer clothes and a mansion to live in?â
He didnât want for an answer. He dropped his arm from your waist and walked away from you like it had never happened
âHalf an hour now!â He called through the door. âDownstairs or youâll receive your first lesson!â
** **
You shouldnât have been surprised by the underground parking system that held Buckyâs fleet of vehicles waiting to be driven. Most people, if theyâre lucky, would own two vehicles at the same time that they could or would actively drive, however sitting in Buckyâs underground parking system, was a personal dealership or vehicles that ranged from sleek sports models to vehicles that looked like civilian tanks on four wheels.
Besides the suburbi-tanks and the sports cars lined up against the wall, he then had a series of motorcycles, each with their own given stall.
Like horses.
âTake your pick, babe.â He turned on his heel and motioned to the army of overpriced cars, letting you choose. âWhich car do you want to make your debut as Mrs. Barnes in?â
You didnât want to decide. You wanted to take your high heels off, followed by the damn dress, and dive back into your bed. You wanted to sleep this nightmare off and then dive back into school headfirst.
You wanted to focus on your future career taking care of sick kids in hospital.
âIs there an option to stay?â You asked, tilting your head to the side.
Bucky had warned you about your lip but you couldnât help it. He had already taken your freedom, he wasnât going to take your sharp tongue.
âGod, I love your fire.â He moved toward a small panel box on the wall and popped the door open before swiping a set of keys out from inside. With them hooked on his fingers, he whistled at you and motioned to one of the suburbi-tanks.
âGet your ass in the vehicle.â
A prick. Was that a strong enough word to describe James Buchanan Barnes, the man with piecing blue eyes and a panty dripping smirk?
âWhat kind of wine does the princess want?â Those blue eyes peered over the top of the menu, flashing with the briefest upturn of his lips. âI love a deep red.â
âThen go find some.â You snipped back, uncomfortable in the designer dress that fit snug to your every bend and curve. It was uncomfortable being in a dress that was so well fitting and snug and that discomfort also extended to the heels glued to your feet via soul sucking suction.
âYou enjoy having such an attitude?â He lowered the menu to the table and fiddled with a cigarette case tucked into the interior of his fine suit.
He looked on edge, beneath the cooled exterior at least. Was he trying to quit smoking or was he just trying to cut back?
Either way, it was subtly messing with him.
âYou watch your mouth, baby.â He crooned mockingly. âYou wouldnât want to end up in a bad situation.â
He was threatening you with the potentiality to wind up working a pole or tucked between bedsheets for money.
Your fatherâs debt needed to be paid off and while you didnât enjoy this path, it was better than being naked for money.
âFine.â You snipped, reaching for the water in a crystal glass sitting in front of you.
âYou owe me an apology.â His smirk grew. âWife.â
Your grit your teeth, toying with the idea of taking the steak knife wrapped in the white dinner cloth and stabbing him in the eye with it. It was a deliciously tempting idea, much better than trying to get through a dinner with a man who was so conceited and arrogant, so fucking self-satisfied.
Yet, you knew you couldnât get away with it.
It was better to bide your time, swallow your pride and play his game.
âSorry.â You spoke the apology he was waiting for, just in time for the waitress to come by the table.
âGood afternoon.â She smiled, keeping her attention on Bucky, barely looking at you. âCare for a bottle of wine?â
He ordered quickly, something Italian and aged, a wine that wouldâve cost more than you could every afford or want to spend. When the waitress had went on her way, not before shooting Bucky a flirty gaze, he cleared his throat and pulled your attention back to him.
âCat got your tongue?â He licked his bottom lip, reaching for the water in front of him, sipping on the ice cold liquid before setting it back down. âThis is one of the nicest restaurants in Brooklyn. Where else could you possibly want to be?â
You could think of more than a few places that youâd be in, or at, and none of them were in the rich parts of Brooklyn.
Your dormitory, in the library suffocating under a pile of books that were on your mandatory reading list.
On a cruise in the Arctic naked would be better than here.
âMcDonaldâs.â You glanced at the menu, your stomach grumbling though it seemed impossible that it had. Your dress was tight and constraining, though you supposed that was what Bucky wanted, for you to look as show-stopping as possible.
And that was the truth. You didnât want to be here in some expensive, fine dining restaurant wearing a two thousand dollar dress with a man who legally owned you.
You wanted to be at McDonaldâs with your friends from class, studying and debating the best methods to determine whether respiratory illness in children was acute or not.
You wanted cheap fries and vinegary ketchup for n a place that consistently smells like stale deep fried burgers.
âI donât want this and I donât want you.â You challenged.
And he challenged back. âToo damn bad, princess. Youâre mine.â
Series Summary: Another Winter Soldier has been activated, someone from Buckyâs past. As the Avengers track down the new head of Hydra, Bucky struggles to help you overcome your programming, finding a piece of himself that was missing all along.
Summary: A 2 year relationship kept in the dark. Can it survive?
Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, insecurity, betrayal, cheating, mild smut, some fluff
A/N: My writing is garbage, but hereâs some more. Iâm sorry for any mistakes. I donât have anyone proofreading theseâŠThis takes place after End Game, but Steve came back and Tony is still alive.
Series Summary: On one of their missions to destroy HYDRA bases, Bucky Barnes finds someone who shares a similar past to him. Getting her to overcome her time as a HYDRA is one thing, falling for her is another.Â
Warnings: violence, fluff, angst, the usual.Â
A/N: This is literally my first time writing something like this so if itâs bad please let me know lmao. Also, the readerâs character is based off of another Marvel character (but has a very different storyline than the actual character), so heads up on that.Â
With your team dead and your mission failed, youâve been taken by the assassin to an unknown location and are at the mercy of your cruel tormentors. (This fic is explicit, 18+ only, mild dubcon, Winter Soldier x S.H.I.E.L.D. agent!Reader)
