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Masterlist
Reader Insert Series
Strangers
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Feel something
Fluff/Angst/Smut
Chapter 1
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Chapter 3
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Broken Mirrors
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Reader Insert (One Shot) Masterlist
These are all of my reader-insert fics (Mostly one-shots). You can always send in request prompts. They’re high key some of my favourite things to do.
A Puppy (Extra fluffy)
Exasperated (Smut)
Distractions (Fluffy/Little Smutty)
“Do You Ever Shut Up?” (Smut)
5 (Mentions of Smut)
Cheat (Smut/Angst)
Ticklish? (Fluff)
Little Doll (Fluff/some smut) Part 1
Little Doll Part 2 (Heart exploding fluff)
Promises (Fluff/smut/angst)
Sick (Fluff) Oh Baby (Angst,Fluff) [Same Family]
Competition (Smut/Angst)
Sweetheart Pt I (Humorous angst)
Sweetheart Pt II (Smut, humorous angst)
Ghosts in the Wind (Fluff/Angst)
Crush (Comedic Angst/Fluff)
Crush (Pt II) (Comedic Angst/Fluff)
Nightmare (Angst/Fluff)
The Question (Fluff)
Storm (Smut/Fluff)
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“this is worse than season 8.”
darlings. sweetlings. take my hands and look me in the eyes. nothing could be worse than game of thrones season 8 (2019).
So this is gonna sound really random but can you write a smut with Bucky x female reader where she's giving him head under a desk or a table or smth and one avenger (steve or sam or someone else) walks in on them and are oblivious to what's happening so Bucky gets really flustered trying to act normal and after they leave, Bucky gets his revenge with the reader 😈 Love your fics btw :3 Sorry if this is too long lol
First of all, thank you so much for this I am OBSESSED, poor Steve though! 💕 I imagined this as Beefy!Bucky bc honestly he’s my favourite and that red shirt makes me wanna sin 😩 Absolutely loved writing this, I hope you like it!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 5.1k
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it), edging, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f receiving), size kink, fingering, implied voyeurism, Bucky is the king of pet names, degradation, praise kink, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, literally just complete filth with a lil nod to some aftercare at the end
Summary: You tease Bucky during a briefing so you suck his dick in the conference room to make up for it. Steve walks in and you just continue under the table. When he leaves, Bucky teaches you that there is such a thing as too much pleasure.
Minors, do not interact
“You’re such a damn tease, do you know that?” Bucky hissed, his lips devouring yours like a man possessed. Despite how wound up you had got him you could still feel the corners of his mouth pulled tight into a little smile.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You laughed, feigning innocence as his hungry lips moved to your neck, placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your delicate skin.
“You know. Exactly. What you did.” His voice was barely a whisper against your skin, punctuating every few words with another needy kiss. Without you even realising it, he had managed to back you up against the huge conference table, one strong arm on either side of your body, fencing you in. Your little chuckle at how needy Bucky had become quickly turned into a gasp as his teeth grazed your neck gently. It was true though, you had known exactly what you were doing during your last mission briefing in this same room, only minutes before.
While Fury had been briefing you, Steve and Bucky about your next mission, you had been teasing Bucky under the table. It had started innocently enough, with your hand just resting on his knee but it didn’t take long for your hand to wonder, tracing little shapes on his thigh with your fingertips. He had hardly noticed it at first, too focused on what Fury was saying but he started to get distracted when your hands began tracing higher, fingers digging in to the firm muscle of his thighs over his jeans. He had shot you a confused look but you refused to look at him, running your fingers over the rapidly tightening denim on his crotch instead. Bucky had just sat back in his chair and smirked, knowing that Fury was wrapping up and that he would be able to get you back soon enough. Unfortunately for him, right before Fury dismissed you all, Maria Hill burst through the door with some new information, meaning you had to hang about for an extra half hour while she and Fury discussed how best to proceed. Your torment on Bucky became relentless with everyone else distracted. You had been able to get him completely hard, squeezing his thick cock through his jeans, leaving him doing his very best to stifle the little moans that threatened to spill from his lips. The real torture came when you leaned forward, knowing that Fury, Maria and Steve were all deep in conversation, pressing your lips to Bucky’s ear.
“Gonna suck you so good when we get out of here. I’m dying to have that huge dick down my throat.” You had breathed so only Bucky could hear while still massaging him through his jeans. After what felt like a life time for poor Bucky, your mission plan was updated and everyone else filed out, leaving you in the conference room with an exceptionally wound up boyfriend. That was how you had ended up in the position you were in now, with Bucky desperate and needy.
“You that much of a slut for my cock you couldn’t even wait until the meeting was over? You gonna put that filthy mouth to good use or what?” Bucky asked with a confident smirk that could’ve made your knees weak.
“Of course Sargent.” Came your little giggle, making him huff out a moan in response, loving how his title fell from your lips. You sank to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your thick lashes as you quickly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping his fly and pulling the fabric down his legs. His boxers were tented deliciously, his erection so close to your face it made your mouth water. He couldn’t help but cup your face lovingly with both his huge hands, drawing your attention to the damp spot in the front of the material where his precum had soaked through. Tentatively, you reached up, pulling the boxers down to join his jeans, noting how his cock sprung free. Bucky didn’t miss how you licked your lips at the sight in front of you, loving how obsessed you were with his size. Everything about him was essentially perfect to you but you couldn’t deny he had to most amazing cock you had ever seen. He was long and so damn thick, perfect blue veins popping along his length, precum making his swollen tip slick.
“You gonna unbutton that blouse for me a bit doll, wanna see what you’ve got on underneath.” He coaxed, metal thumb stroking lovingly along your cheekbones. You nodded and worked at your buttons quickly, undoing the top three, pulling the loose material away to expose the black lace bra you had chosen that morning. Bucky hummed appreciatively, your hands trailing up his huge bare thighs before grasping his stiff cock, pumping it a couple of times, making the super solider’s breath hitch in his throat. You had hardly even touched him yet and he still looked absolutely wrecked, his lips were so plump and slick from their assault on your neck and his eyes so dark with need.
“May I taste you Sargent?” You asked quietly, voice barely above an innocent whisper, eyes trained on the bead of precum gathering at his tip as you stroked him.
“Yes baby doll, you may.” He smirked, trying to stay composed as your lips wrapped around his tip, tongue sliding over the slick head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth. He couldn’t help the little strangled moan that you tore from his throat as your tongue flicked sinfully against him.
“Feels so good baby doll.” He managed to groan out, head thrown back in pleasure. “Sweet little mouth feels like Heaven. God, can’t wait to be buried in the back of that throat. Gotta work you up to that though angel, can’t let you take too much at once.” The filth he spewed while you sucked him always had you clenching your legs together to stifle your own need. While Bucky was always vocal in bed, he was most talkative when you were giving him a blowjob, needing to make sure you knew how good you were making him feel. “Pretty mouth is so hot and wet for me angel, nearly feels as good as that little pussy of yours, sucking me so good princess, doing so well for me.” He praised, making you push your head down to take more of him down your throat. You loved seeing him like this, his huge body completely at your mercy. You knew he’d do anything you asked when he was like this so long as you promised to keep working him with your tongue. Looking up at him, you pulled in a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of his length in your mouth as you could. A strangled cry left his parted lips, flesh fingers twisting in your hair, doing his absolute best not to thrust against your mouth until you were ready. You pulled back, swirling your tongue around the tip so you could catch a breath before sinking back down once more.
“Shit toots, you feel amazing, you know that? It’s like that mouth of yours was made to suck my cock. Can hardly fuckin’ think straight angel. You see what you do to me? Got me so worked up.” He encouraged, your hand pumping the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. As you pulled back up, a thin trail of saliva connected his dark tip to your lips, drawing another moan from him. “Look so beautiful like this baby, such a pretty little thing on your knees for me. My slut just can’t help herself, can she? Bet you spent that whole briefing soaking through your panties just thinking about my cock.” Somehow the little degradations he threw at you in the middle of the praise made you even wetter than you were before.
“Love your cock Sargent Barnes, need it so bad. Need to taste you, wanna feel you cum down my throat.” You gasped out before sinking back down on him, pumping your hand in time with your mouth.
“Is that right doll face?” He beamed, sounding like he was barely holding it together. You hummed out a little moan in response and he gave you a filthy smirk, gripping the back of your neck to press you down gently on his cock. “Ah ah ah toots, don’t talk with your mouth full. You know I taught you better than that. Look so pretty with a mouth full of cock, such a good girl, taking me so well sweetheart.” His little praises only encouraged you to suck harder, working him for all you were worth.
“Shit doll, so close, jus’ like that princess.” He mumbled after a few minutes but before you could help him finish, you heard the distinct sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door. Bucky rushed to pull his jeans up, sitting down in a chair while you hid under the conference table. Neither of you would’ve had time to dress yourselves back up, your blouse was still hanging open, as were his jeans but with you tucked under the table, no one would ever see the disheveled state you were both in. Bucky ran a hand through his long hair as the door opened, pulling in a shaky breath to steady himself.
“There you are Buck, I was looking for you. Wanted to run through the extraction plan with you one more time.” You heard Steve’s voice boom from the door, praying Bucky would be able to convince him to leave. Your heart pounded in your chest thinking about how Bucky didn’t have many good options for excuses right now. He couldn’t say anything that would make Steve suspicious, or make him come close enough to notice his undone jeans.
“Now isn’t really the best time Steve, maybe later?” Bucky suggested, praying the dark flush of his cheeks wasn’t as obvious as it felt.
“Don’t worry, it’ll only take a minute.” Steve promised, closing the door behind him and taking a seat at the other side of the huge table. Steve started to discuss everything Fury had run through with the three of you, making sure he had all the details right. Bucky was practically twitching in his seat, the sharp edge of the orgasm he had been so close to was beginning to fade. Steve just kept talking, barely even taking a pause to breathe, with Bucky giving very little input, keeping his hands clasped tightly in front of his open trousers. You knew you absolutely shouldn’t make this any worse for him but God, the thought of getting caught by Steve was actually quite exciting. Without taking the time to talk yourself out of it, you reached up and swatted Bucky’s hands from the front of his jeans, carefully untucking his hard cock. Inching forward on your knees, you settled between his spread legs, ignoring the warning look he was giving you. After a few gentle kitten licks to his tip, you forced his whole length as deep down your throat as you could manage, drawing a little hiss from the massive super soldier.
“You okay Buck?” Steve questioned thoughtfully, looking up from the file in front of him. You didn’t need to see him to know he probably had an eyebrow raised in concern.
“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Bucky choked out, trying to gather his thoughts enough to ask Steve a question about the mission, hoping it would draw his attention away your actions under the table. Your mouth was absolutely relentless on Bucky, licking, sucking, teasing, bobbing your head as quickly as you could without letting out too much noise. You knew under any other circumstances, the way you were working him would have had him cursing, head thrown back in pleasure as he practically fucked your face. Now though, he was completely at your mercy, trying to desperately stifle his filthy moans.
“Ah, sh-shit.” The huge dark haired soldier gasped softly, bucking his hips against your mouth, forcing your head down hard on his cock. You took everything he gave you, staying silent under the table.
“You sure you’re okay Bucky?” Steve questioned, sounding more worried than he had been the first time he had been forced to stop running through the mission plan. Bucky was practically lost in the back of your throat but he somehow managed to give a nod convincing enough to make Steve drop it. “But yeah, like I said, we really should consider moving in from the East, it would give us more cover and…” Steve continued, driving Bucky almost to distraction. He was right on the edge again, ready to cum any second and you were determined to make him, knowing he’d absolutely destroy you for it as soon as Steve left.
You gave it everything you had, bobbing your head in time with your hand as quickly as you could, Bucky knew what you were trying to do and did his absolute best to think of anything other than how good your hot little mouth felt but after he hit the back of your throat and felt you gag around him, your throat closing around his cock, squeezing him just right, he started cumming, with no end in sight. His orgasm was so intense after being practically edged earlier, feeling the shocks right to the very tips of his flesh fingers. Both hands were tangled in your hair, holding your head against him as he filled your mouth with rope after rope of hot cum, his huge body shuddering, hips grinding ever so slightly as he fucked himself through his orgasm. You swallowed everything he gave you except for one little dribble that had managed to escape your mouth. After pulling off his cock with a gentle pop, you took your thumb and collected the little drop of cum gathered at the side of your lips, sucking it into your mouth. The way he looked down at you, you knew you were going to be absolutely ruined by the end of the night, there was no doubt about that. His huge dick hadn’t even softened at all but you were used to that, it was one of the many perks of dating a super soldier. You tucked his still hard dick back into his jeans and buttoned him up, neither of you even noticing Steve hadn’t said anything in a good few minutes until Bucky looked up and saw him watching his friend expectantly.
“Think I’m having some tummy trouble Steve, not feeling great.” Bucky sounded so sincere, you had almost believed him. You smiled to yourself, noticing how easily he was able to come up with an excuse when your mouth wasn’t taking him to heaven and back.
“Oh okay, no worries, we can pick it back up later if you’re feeling better.” Steve nodded, gathering the papers together and tucking them back into the file.
“Thanks man, I’ll text you.” Bucky agreed and Steve nodded, turning to leave, closing the door behind him. Bucky hardly even waited to hear the soft thud of Steve’s footsteps before pulling you by your still open blouse from under the desk, pushing you back so you were sitting on top of it. “What the fuck was that?” He hissed, his mouth, biting roughly at your collarbones before you even knew what was going on. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Dumb little slut couldn’t go without my cock for ten fucking minutes. Just had to make me cum then and there? And you swallowed it all too? Greedy little cumwhore.” His words went straight to your cunt, already throbbing, practically dripping with need. “You’re not even gonna believe how many times I’m gonna make you cum, toots. You’re gonna be begging me to stop. You wanna be bad like that, I’ll make you regret it.” Without thinking, he pulled both sides of your blouse apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. His lips were all over you after that, both hands cupping your breasts through the pretty lace bra, mouth sucking dark hickeys over your skin.
After what felt like a lifetime, both his hands met at your back, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you to lie discarded on the floor with your blouse, hands then moving to unbutton your trousers, sliding them down your legs. “Gonna teach you a lesson doll.” His breath was hot against your neck, metal fingers trailing teasingly over your black lace panties. “Gotta teach you too much pleasure isn’t a good thing.” You gasped quietly, rutting against his fingers, loving how they nudged your clit just right. After being neglected for so long, even the slightest little touches felt amazing. “See? You’re still trying to fuck yourself against my hand. Just can’t get enough can you? Stupid little slut, just you wait. Gonna have you screaming. Right here on this table. Don’t care who sees. Cause you didn’t care either, did you doll? Didn’t care that Steve could’ve caught us? Just so long as you got a big load of cum shot down your throat.” Bucky only got filthier, encouraged by your needy whines and how your fingers were grasping his red top that you loved so much, drawing attention to the fact you were practically naked in front of him while he was still fully clothed. The realisation sent a shiver down your spine, making Bucky chuckle lowly in your ear.
“Please Bucky, I’m sorry.” You whimpered, feeling like you had been teased enough.
“For what toots?” He asked softly, holding your chin in his flesh hand while you rutted against his metal one.
“For being a little cumslut. I’m s-sorry I just… Needed to make you feel good.” You admitted, hoping he would take pity on you.
“Oh baby doll, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. That perfect mouth did such a great job. But I still gotta teach you your lesson. You can’t pull shit like that and expect to not get punished.” He soothed and you nodded weakly in agreement. Without saying anything further, he plunged one metal finger roughly into your needy hole, making you squeal out. Without even giving you time to adjust to the first one, he pulled it out, thrusting back in with another. He knew how much you loved the metal fingers, enjoying how much heavier and thicker they felt inside you but you always needed some time to get accustomed to the stretch. You weren’t getting that luxury today though as he began to thrust them in and out of you roughly, tearing harsh sobs from your throat.
“Buck slow down please!” You squealed grasping his metal wrist, his eyes completely trained on the two metal digits slipping in and out of you effortlessly.
“Colour doll?” He asked, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from your needy pussy to your pretty face, absolutely adoring how it was already screwed up in pleasure.
“Green, so so green.” You gasped as he switched to a curling motion inside you, rubbing against your walls deliciously. “Ah, right there Buck, right there!” Your little gasps fuelled him, making him curl against you even faster.
“Oh baby, do my fingers feel that good? You’re close already toots, I can tell. You’re soaking my fucking hand babydoll, ready to cum already. Do it toots, cum for me. Gonna absolutely ruin you.” His voice was low and gravelly in your ear, fingers working you through the most intense orgasm. You ground yourself wildly on his hand, moaning quietly into his broad shoulder, unable to focus on anything except the sight of his fingers buried deep inside you. “So so pretty like that baby, did so well for me.” Bucky praised, fingers continuing to rub your walls even after you had come down from your high.
“You got another one in you doll? You’d better, cause I’m gonna make you keep cumming ‘til I think you’ve learned your lesson.” You squirmed under his touch but you couldn’t believe how wet you had become, thighs soaked with the evidence of your last orgasm as he tore another one from your body. The feeling of his metal palm grinding against your clit and his two fingers working inside you was only heightened by the fact you had already cum just a few minutes ago. “That feel good babydoll? You cumming on my fingers again? Silly little slut, you’re loving this aren’t you. Don’t worry doll, gonna keep going ‘til you can’t think of anything but me.” He hissed softly, rubbing you through the aftershocks of your second but equally intense orgasm. You didn’t even know it was possible to have two orgasms in such quick succession.
“Jesus Bucky,” you whimpered, trying to stay still despite how oversensitive you had become, knowing if you tried to pull away, he would force another orgasm from you as punishment. Without saying a word, the soldier pulled the metal digits from your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he sank to his knees in front of you, holding your thighs apart.
“Well baby doll, I didn’t think you could get any wetter but look at that.” He hummed, index finger of his flesh hand trailing lazily over your dripping core. “Such a pretty picture like this doll, wish I could stay down here forever.” He trailed his head up the inside of your thigh, his nose tickling your sensitive skin, slight dusting of his stubble almost burning you. “Mhm, smell so sweet for me doll. Bet you taste even better.” Before you could even register what he had said, you felt his tongue swipe up you in place of his finger. You gasped out, clutching his long dark hair, feeling his tongue absolutely everywhere at once. His broad tongue was pressed flat against you, lapping up your sweet juices but neglecting your clit, which you were thankful for in the meantime. His filthy moans only added to your pleasure, knowing he was truly loving licking up the mess he had made of you. It didn’t take him long to begin probing your needy hole with his tongue, pushing into you gently, groaning lewdly at the feeling of more of your wetness coating his tongue. “You’re the gift that keeps on fuckin’ giving.” He laughed quietly before going back to lapping at your pussy like a man starved. It didn’t take you long to get worked up once more under his skilled tongue, your body telling you it couldn’t handle more pleasure but craving it all the same.
“More Bucky, please, little harder.” You whimpered, pulling his head impossibly closer to your core. He chuckled deeply in response, pressing his lips to your swollen clit and sucking harshly, making you practically scream. “Shit, shit, shit!” You chanted, curses falling from your mouth like a prayer as he sucked on the sensitive nub, tongue flicking over it at the same time. Without removing his mouth from you, he shifted his flesh hand from your thigh, two fingers slipping into you again as he continued to suck brutally. He couldn’t remember his cock ever being this hard before. He was so hard it hurt but the look of complete and absolute pleasure on your face would have kept him neglecting his own needs for the rest of his life if it meant you stayed exactly how you were right then. Your hips were grinding against his face, practically using his tongue for your own pleasure, letting the drag of his fingers ease you into a third orgasm. This one had you screaming, clenching your trembling thighs around his head, unsure if you needed him to stop or give you more. Your head was flung backwards, back arched, arms braced on the cold wooden conference table as you rode out your high on the soldier’s unrelenting tongue. You were a babbling mess by the time Bucky chose to stop, the pleasure completely overwhelming you.
“Holy shit doll, you did so good for me.” His voice was so much softer, smiling at you lazily, his chin glistening with your juices as he brought himself back up from between your legs. You were thankful he allowed you a few moments to cling to him, comforted by his racing heart and familiar scent. “What’s wrong sweetheart, was that too much?” He quizzed softly, cradling your head close to his chest in his huge metal hand. You paused a moment before shaking your head no. “Good. Cause I know my good girl has one more left in her, doesn’t she? Jus’ know you can give me another orgasm and then I’ll know you’ve learned your lesson, sweet baby.” He cooed, looking down at you like you’d offered him the entire world.
“I don’t know Buck, ‘m tired.” You whined quietly, still throbbing from the last three unbearably powerful orgasms he had ripped from your body.
“Colour babydoll?” He asked quietly, still holding you tenderly like you were the most delicate piece of porcelain.
“Green Buck, I can do one more.” You nodded weakly.
“Gonna give me everything you’ve got toots? So so proud of you, just knew you’d be a good girl for me.” He soothed, unbuttoning his jeans once again. You whimpered even just at the thought of the pounding you were about to receive, somehow still ready for it even though your body was exhausted. Bucky didn’t take any time to prepare, pressing against you until your body gave in and accepted him. He hissed out at the squeeze of your walls around him, unable to think of anything but how wet you were.
“So fuckin’ perfect for me angel. Can feel your little pussy throbbing ‘round me. You know how good you are, taking all this for me? My best girl.” He hoped his words would distract you from the painful stretch of his cock inching into you. “You doing okay baby?” He asked, cupping your face once more. The pleading look in your eyes as you nodded made him weak. “Need you to use your words toots.” He whispered, finally fully seated inside you.
“Mhm, ‘m good.” You managed to whimper making him chuckle deeply, pulling back out until just his thick tip was left inside you before thrusting back in. And god did it make you groan.
“My sweet baby, did all the pleasure make you dumb? Did ya think I was just gonna let you have all that fun under the desk and not ruin you afterwards? Maybe next time you’ll think about the consequences before you do something silly like that.” He had established a decent pace while he had been growling in your ear, making you feel every last ridge and swollen vein of his dick. Your whines were weak, almost pathetic as his cock sank back into you, every thrust seemed more electric than the last. You almost hated how aroused you still were, completely torn between needing him to stop and needing him to give you more.
“Buck please,” you pleaded softly, biting into the thick muscle of his shoulder as he sped up his thrusts, clearly having neglected his own need for far too long.
“ ‘S okay baby doll, I’ll take care of you. Lemme look after you toots, gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good. You trust me, yeah?” He gripped your chin in his flesh hand, never once slowing down his thrusts. You could only nod, lips parted to let your little needy sobs escape as his metal fingers slipped back between your bodies to rub your clit once more. “You hear how wet that little pussy is? You hear how bad you needed this? You’ve been so good toots, so so good. Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy. So lucky my best girl is such a little whore for me. Couldn’t love you more doll, I swear.” This man was absolutely relentless. If you still had the mental clarity, you would probably have questioned whether his hands or his mouth were making you feel more sinful, but in that moment, you just didn’t care. “You gonna finish just one more time for me, sweets?” He questioned, a thin sheen of sweat evident on his forehead. You did your best to nod your head yes in spite of yourself, arching your back and letting out the lewdest moan as his fingers sped up against you.
“Good girl, such a good girl. Knew you’d be so good for me. Give it to me baby, stop holding back doll, cum for me.” He whispered, barely any louder than a growl against your neck. His breath was so hot and the whole room smelt like him, making your head swim. Your fourth orgasm had your legs shaking, Bucky fucking you through every last wave. The noises Bucky tore from you were nothing short of screams, curses mingled in between cries of his name.
“Yes, just like that toots, perfect, ah, fuck.” Bucky gasped before his hips began to stutter, fucking you full of cum. He was kind enough to still inside of you, not fucking you too hard through your aftershocks, knowing it would be almost painful if he did. You both clung together, bodies sweaty and spent, your chest heaving as Bucky finally pulled out, a little dribble of cum leaking out of you.
“Such a pretty sight.” Bucky whispered lovingly, kissing your forehead then stepping back to take in the result of all his hard work.
“Can we sleep Buck, please?” You asked quietly, looking forward to one of those blissful naps in Bucky’s arms.
“Course baby, anything you want.” He agreed with a little smile, dressing himself before helping you make yourself look as presentable as possible for the short walk back to your room. He was so gentle, even taking the time to find all the buttons that had popped off your blouse, knowing you would probably want to sew them back on. Bucky helped you off the conference table and onto your feet, your legs feeling almost numb. He helped you out the door, closing it behind him before a voice from down the hall made you both jump.
“ ‘Tummy trouble’ huh Buck?” Steve chuckled, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised in disapproval.
thank you taika for knowing that in her core jane foster is actually super chaotic. jane is a genius, one of the smartest people in the world, but also has no impulse control. like take home a guy i hit with a car bc he’s connected to my experiment? sure, my assistant has a taser, we can just put him down! travel to another world, talk back to a guy who insulted me- oh shit he’s the king! whatever my point still stands! see a kid reading my book while we’re at chemo? let me rip it apart to give him a physical model of the einstein-rosen bridge.
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Can we just talk about how “Goth Anime Legs Uncle” IS A FAMOUS ARTIST AND AUTHOR, BUT HIS NIECE OR NEPHEW NEVER THOUGHT TO BRING THAT UP?! No no no, you have a famous artist/author for an uncle, but screw that, here’s his goth phase.
Think about it: This guy is known on Tumblr for his goth phase, but not his actual freaking work, even though we’re all familiar with his work!
EDIT: YES, I GET IT FOLKS, IT WASN’T A PHASE! HE IS CLEARLY STILL GOTH! I MISSPOKE!
Broken Mirrors - Chapter V
Bucky x Assassin!Reader
Smut, Angst
Warnings: Violence, mild gun use, 18+
Plot: On your quest to figure out what the enemy's next move is, you and Bucky desperately try to fight your feelings for each other.
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Breathless. Once again, he has you breathless.
You groan against his lips as he roughly slams you against the wall pushing his body against yours without pulling his lips away.
You feel his hands move up and down your torso, relishing in how his hands linger when they graze the sides of your breasts.
Finally, one of his hands slides behind you stopping right above your ass where the zipper begins on your backless dress.
You let out an anticipatory whimper as he does. As the dress falls, he scans your body eyes wide when he realizes that the only thing that you were wearing under that dress is a lacy thong.
He doesn’t waste time attaching his mouth to your neck leaving harsh bites that will definitely leave marks and soothes the bites with his tongue. He eventually moves lower and you feel your wetness pooling between your legs when his mouth reaches contact with your left breast as your right nipple peaks against his right hand.
“Please,” you beg breathlessly, and you can feel that devious smile of his against your sensitive skin.
“Please, what?” he growls.
The answer is, is that you don’t even know. Your head is spinning, your thoughts reeling, and your body is on fire. What do you want? His mouth? His fingers? His cock?
The answer is all of the above. All of it. All of him.
He stops and removes all contact.
Your body trembles with need and you shoot him a look of pure anger stemming from desperation.
Mother fucker.
As he continues to stare at you have to come to terms that once again, you are completely at his mercy.
“Please. Anything,” you whine.
He deviously raises an eyebrow and chuckles.
“Okay, princess,” he whispers against your ear.
How did the nickname he gave you that he knew you hated, sound so good at this very moment?
He kisses his way down your body until he’s on his knees before you, and without taking his devilish gaze away from yours he slowly pulls your thong down and lets them fall to your ankles. You promptly kick them off and turn to see that the piece of lace hooks perfectly onto the door handle.
“Good aim,” he says.
You snort looking at it, and without warning his mouth is against your core pulling a surprised gasp out of you.
Your gape at the sight of him ruthlessly licking your clit.
He grabs your right leg and hooks it over his shoulder and pushes your hips forward creating a new angle so that he can push his tongue inside of you.
You throw your head back and you lose all control of the sounds escaping your mouth.
Once again, he pulls away.
You whimper in protest as he chuckles darkly.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, princess.”
You swear that stupid nickname just made you wetter.
You obey and watch as he laps at you while he stares up at you in a manner that lets you know that he knows that he has you wrapped around his finger.
Speaking of his finger, he pushes the middle finger of his metal hand into you and curls it inside of you. Your eyes shut close from the expert friction. And with that, he stops until you shoot him another venomous glare.
He then continues to expertly lap at your clit with his tongue and adds both his middle and ring finger. He alternates between curling his fingers in a come hither motion and twisting them inside of you.
It’s too much. You need release.
You begin to rock your hips, heightening the intensity of what he’s doing to you. You half expect him to stop once again so that he can have all of the control, but he doesn’t. He grips onto your right hip and encourages the motion. He lets out a groan against you, sending a vibration that travels from your clit, up to your spine, and down to your toes.
And there it is. That familiar feeling pooling at the bottom of your stomach signaling that you’re close, and by the feeling of your walls fluttering around him he knows. He grows more intense with the strokes of his fingers, and he presses his mouth even more so against you and he eats you harder and faster.
Your breath hitches and shudders and now you go silent because you really can’t breathe.
He doesn’t stop his torturous ministrations until you…until you—
“Y/N…Wake up.”
Your eyes shoot open, and in a confused state you note the rows of seats all around you and…your arm hooked around Buckys’.
You immediately snatch your arm away.
In a few seconds, everything rushes back to you. You’re on a plane. You’re headed to Madripoor without your uncle knowing, and you’re doing it basically against your will. And once again you just had a dream about the guy that you’re pretty sure that you can’t stand and is low-key your kidnapper.
“Sleep well?” he asks.
You notice that you’re breathing is somewhat erratic and you wonder how long it’s been like that.
“You seemed like you were having a nightmare,” he points out.
‘Depends on who you ask,’ you mutter in your head.
You just shake your head and shrug.
“I wouldn’t know…I don’t usually remember my dreams,” you lie. You remember ALL of your dreams. Especially the ones about him.
Just like the aftermath of the one you had experienced this morning, you can feel an intense pulsing between your legs. You were so close to orgasm in your dreams you swear that you could have had one in real life while you were asleep sans friction. Now all you can think about now is heading to the bathroom to finish the job yourself…Or pulling him by the wrist and taking him with you—
“Stop it,” you mentally scold yourself.
As you unbuckle your seatbelt he immediately takes his hand and buckles it back. Your breath hitches with his hand so close to where you ache for him.
You shoot him a confused and angry look. Granted, he doesn’t quite understand the reason for the anger.
“We’re about to land,” he responds.
You look up at the seatbelt sign and see that he’s right.
“How long was I asleep?” you groan sleepily rubbing your eyes.
“About an hour,” he answers.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You seemed like you were having a pretty intense dream…With your head on my shoulder.”
You bless your skin tone because you would be red as hell from the embarrassment. You shake it off before you can think about it much longer.
“Stop acting like you care, Barnes,” you chide, and he shrugs it off.
“Who says I do?”
You narrow your eyes and relax back in your seat. This is going to be a long trip.
…
Bucky’s POV
I can’t help but steal glances as she fixes her makeup and jewelry in the mirror. She may get under my skin like no one else, but fuck she’s beautiful.
Not that I’d ever let her know that I think so. Not that I’m hiding the fact that on that plane while she was having a fucking nightmare with her head on my shoulder I woke up from a dream where I was buried deep inside of her against a wall while she gasped my name over and over again–
‘Shut the fuck up,’ I groan mentally before I start getting hard in front of her.
She can never know about this. As far as I’m concerned once we’re done I never have to see Y/N again…
“What is it?” Y/N asks suspiciously.
I didn’t even notice that I was staring in her direction, but damn she looks good in that long, black, back-exposing dress with her long leg propped up on the chair tying her strappy heels and ankle bracelet on.
‘Fuuuck me,” I think. I swear this woman is trying to seduce me.
“Has anybody told you that you have a bit of a staring problem?” she asks.
I just give her an annoyed look silently communicating that I’ve been waiting too long for her to get ready. The truth is, I could watch her get ready for hours.
Everything she did was full of grace. The way she strutted around the room with purpose, the way she fixed her hair, fixed her jewelry; fuck, she even looked good spraying perfume on.
She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously, and I attempt not to swallow nervously.
“What is it?” I ask in an annoyed tone.
“I think I know what’s going on here,” she says.
I’m so fucked.
“What’s going on is that you’re taking too long,” I snap.
A maniacal smirk creeps up her lips. Those damn lips that not three hours ago I dreamt about being wrapped around my co–
‘Focus Bucky,’ the voice in my head snaps.
All I do is raise an eyebrow waiting for her to spit out whatever she thinks is on in my head.
“I can see it in your eyes, Barnes,” she says melodically.
“You…You have a crush.”
Fuck.
I frown, masking my embarrassment and at least attempt to defer her suspicions. And I’m not exactly sure that crush is the term that I’d say it is. That sounded more like something innocent kids in the schoolyard would say, and frankly what I’ve been feeling for her has been far from innocent.
“A crush on Mia,” she clarifies.
I know that this girl is too smart to think or say something as stupid as that.
“What?” I snort.
She pauses to apply dark red lipstick not realizing that she is not helping my situation.
“You’re so concerned about me seeing her. And I see the way that you were just looking at me. You know. Her. Fucking. Replica.”
I don’t even answer the question and turn around to grab my phone that rests on the couch letting her assume that she’s right, which I assume worked considering her chuckle.
“So we have our plan straight, right?” I deflect.
“Uggh,” she groans.
“Of course I do. We grab Ingrid’s minion, use whatever method needed to get the info we need on what the hell she’s planning, save the world, in turn saving your future wife.”
She finishes the last part of that sentence with an exaggerated wink accompanied by that drop-dead gorgeous smile that came out when she was teasing.
I roll my eyes and look down at my phone to distract myself.
“You know I’m trusting you not to fuck this up,” I warn.
She mimics my reaction to her and rolls her eyes while she giggles.
“Don’t think we’re done with this conversation,” she chimes mischievously.
This is going to be a long trip.
…
The way that he stole glances every now and again since you got dressed up was not helping you. And what helped even less was the semi-formal look that he was wearing. Why did the guy that annoyed the shit out of you have to be so…handsome?
Luckily at this point, you don’t have to be near him. You’re just a single girl at a fancy party waiting to spot or be spotted by the person you’re looking for.
“Hey,” Bucky says through your earpiece.
“I think I found him. To your right by the bar.”
You look over across the large ballroom of the fancy hotel. And sure enough there he is double-fisting two drinks like it’s an Olympic sport.
This is going to be way too easy.
You strut your way over to him pouring the charm extra thick with your walk and demeanor. And just as suspected, he starts taking the bait.
“Mind if I steal this one?” you chime coquettishly grabbing the second tumblr of brandy from him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky asks.
You try not to react so that the guy isn’t suspicious. You’re doing exactly what you’ve been doing best for the better part of your life.
The guy looks surprised at how bold you’re being, but you just play along.
“Spend a lot of time here?” you ask.
The guy is kind of quiet. Subdued. Even a little insecure. This you can work with.
“Parties aren’t really my thing. I’m just here because of my boss– I’m just here for a work thing.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“What do you do?”
You note how Bucky doesn’t protest anymore and just lets you do your thing.
“You ask a lot of questions for someone that I don’t even know.”
You pout.
“Sorry,” you say.
“I’m just not really good at making friends.”
“Who are you here with? Are you alone?”
“Now who’s the one with the questions,” you smirk.
He draws his glass forward and you follow to clink them together.
“To parties that we hate going to,” he toasts, and you giggle, placing a friendly but suggestive hand on his shoulder while taking a drink.
“You are way too out of his league to make it believable that you want to flirt with him,” Bucky warns.
You can’t tell whether this is a compliment or a critique of your methods. Regardless you hold back one of the world’s biggest eye rolls.
The guy wasn’t terrible looking…If you closed one eye and tilted your head. He was average height, balding a little prematurely if your guess of him being in his mid-thirties is correct. He has a bit of a slouch, but your guess is it’s just from his discomfort from being at this party.
You continue to talk to him for the next 15 minutes letting him loosen up, and trust you a little bit more…All that while coercing him to get a little more alcohol in his system. Once his words slurred enough to your liking, you whisper in his ear,
“Hey…Before your friends get here, want to sneak out for a bit?”
His eyes widen and a smile creeps up his lips.
Sucker.
“Let’s go to the rooftop,” you suggest enunciating so that Bucky knows exactly where to meet you.
“I heard it’s beautiful up there.”
He hesitates and looks around and relaxes when he sees that whoever he’s meeting with hasn’t arrived yet.
You playfully grab his hand and lead the way.
“Y/N,” Bucky says.
“Say, ‘this is going to be a lot of fun’ if you want me to meet you there.”
You stop and think about it as you strut down the hallway up the stairs. Sure, you want to say that you can do this yourself, but your pride getting in the way could get a little bit risky. So reluctantly you say the sentence.
“This is going to be a lot of fun.”
And the man agrees.
Before you made it to the top of the building, Bucky let you know that the coast was clear for the roof and nobody should be bothering you guys.
You giggle as you playfully take both of his hands and walk backwards through the doorway and he happily follows. You can’t deny that in the short period of time since you’ve met, he’s tipsy and unreservedly enamored with you.
“So,” he says suggestively.
“What do you want to do now?”
You step closer to him seductively and bring your lips close to his ear.
“Do you really want to know what I want?”
His breath hitches as he nods.
You hike up the long slit of your dress further exposing your leg to swiftly grab the gun strapped to it and press it to his abdomen.
“I’d love for you to tell me about what the fuck Ingrid is up to right now.”
His eyes widen when he realizes what’s going on. And then they grow even wider when he sees who’s behind your shoulder.
“You little bitch,” he snarls.
You pout sarcastically.
“Now that’s not how you talk to a lady,” Bucky scolds.
You hold back a chuckle.
He looks defenseless, and you realize that this guy is really unarmed. Who the hell is this bozo to go anywhere unarmed? His reaction was enough of a dead giveaway. He couldn’t even play it cool for half a second.
“You know who this is, right?” I ask.
He nods nervously and swallows.
“Okay. So we’re going to ask you some questions, and you’re gonna answer them.”
“Or what?” he snaps.
Bucky opens his iPad and shows files upon files and photos of many of his shady exploits for and against many powerful people that were pretty damning. Secrets that if divulged would be disastrous for him.
…You’re pretty sure that Bucky will probably make sure he ends up behind bars at some point once you’re done with the whole mess that you’re dealing with, but now’s not the right time or soil to be doing that.
The man goes white and takes a shaky deep breath and you see the regret in his eyes for listening to his dick.
Suddenly, his eyes narrow, and this look makes your heart stop. He looked like he was… recognizing you.
You hold your face still hiding your nervousness while you still have the upper hand. You’re the one with the gun pointed at his fucking chest.
You play it off like you don’t know what’s going on and look behind you as if you’re expecting someone else to be behind you. Nope. Just that same look of recognition.
You take the gun and press it against his chest even harder.
“What is it?” you hiss.
“Aren’t you Charlie's kid?” he questions.
You hold back a gulp and maintain your hostile glare.
“Nope.” This technically wasn’t a lie.
He tilts his head and holds a malevolent grin. How dare this guy make you feel like a stupid little girl with just a facial expression?
“Stop lying. I know exactly who you are.”
Bucky holds the iPad closer to his face and threatens him.
“I’ll press send motherfucker.”
He’s not phased by the threat and doesn’t take his curious gaze away from yours.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in hiding?”
Yes. But how does he know that?
“You’re not any closer to giving me an answer.”
“Wow, you really don’t know what’s going on now do you.”
You fight to let your anger not get the best of you.
He points to Bucky.
“You also really know how to pick the right people to sneak off with too.”
You press the gun even harder, and you notice that the stupid asshole is trying to calculate how to take it away from you by surprise.
“Okay, fine. I’ll at least tell you this since you’re going to find this out anyway,” he stutters as you pull the safety off.
“Good old Charlie and Ingrid called a truce.”
A look of shock overtakes your face and you can see the smug satisfaction that he feels.
“You didn’t know?”
You don’t answer.
“They’re literally planning your next job right now in Austria. Charles for some reason got some weird bullshit call to go somewhere in Dubai, and once he realized that he was set up he flew over there, and is headed to this city tomorrow.”
You feel like wiping that smug look off of this guy’s face with your fist. But you know that anger wasn’t all because of him.
So many times you had asked your uncle to include you in the plans that you were directly involved in. And he agreed. He promised. And now as it turns out he’s holding another big one from you.
“How big are these plans?”
He shrugs.
“I’m not privy to those details…yet. But I have to say it’s gotta be a pretty big deal for a truce like this.”
He didn’t know yet. The guy was going to know more about your future before you even did. You feel nothing but lost. You’re confused, hurt, and maybe even a little scared about what’s coming up. You just killed a political figure in broad daylight, and you thought that they trusted you because they gave you details pretty far in advance. At least you thought they did. What could be so important that they’re hiding it from you? To top it off, you’re learning this info in front of a super soldier that very well could be determined to stop you when you do find out what the hell is going on. And for what might be longer than a split second, you’re okay with that.
You let out a sigh and pull the gun back and decide that you have no other option than to let him go. You’d try to keep track of him, but he might be the least of your worries from now on.
You and Bucky exchange a look and it’s clear that he just came to the same conclusion.
“Tell anyone about this or one of us will hunt you down. Are we clear?” you say in a low and menacing tone. He nods and watches you slowly, and carefully place the gun back into the holster attached to your thigh.
“Okay. Well, have fun at your little meeting.”
He raises a taunting brow.
“I guess I’ll see you soon.”
You use every ounce of your self-control to not kick him where it counts with that snide comment. But it wouldn’t be worth it.
“Come on, Y/N,” Bucky says, sensing your tension. And feeling like nothing but a defeated little girl, you follow.
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Broken Mirrors Chapter IV
Bucky x Assassin!Reader
Smut, angst
Chapter Summary: As you actively work to avoid your problems, new ones emerge when you begin to grapple with feelings that you may or may not have for Bucky.
Warnings: Smut (Masturbation, edging, metal arm stuff, etc.)
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Ecstasy. It was the only word that you could think to describe what you were feeling. Every inch of your body on fire amplifies at every place that he touches you.
Legs straddling him as you sit on him at the edge of the bed, his right hand that was just roughly running through your hair wanders down your body to make its way to your breast to squeeze while moving his lips away from yours to bite the most sensitive part of your neck by your jawline.
You let out a soft, desperate moan grinding on his hard cock that’s twitching under his jeans. He halts your movements by holding your hip with his left hand and gives you a warning look telling you that you’re getting too eager too quickly.
He’s going to take his time with you. And he wants it to be torture.
Continuing to stare deep into your eyes, a hint of an evil smirk creeps across his face when seeing the truth that you despise to even admit to yourself. You’re submitting to him. And the only way that you’re going to get anything close to what you want, no, need is to continue to do whatever he says.
Another pathetic whimper escapes your lips and he quiets it by roughly pushing his tongue into your mouth leaving you breathless.
He holds you by the hips holding them still, not allowing you to move as he begins to grind himself against your aching core. The motherfucker was torturing you.
“I think I hate you,” you whimper against his lips.
His smirk only widens.
“I know.”
His metal hand makes its way into your leggings and underwear and he presses down on your sensitive bud. Already so close to orgasm you gasp and uncontrollably jerk your hips for more friction. And with that, he stops.
You’re on the verge of tears now.
“You move when I tell you to,” he orders, delivering the words against that same sensitive spot against your neck making all of the hairs on the back of your neck stand up earning him the most pathetic moan.
“Okay?” He rasps.
You nod helplessly feeling your body tremble under his touch on your waist hoping that he’ll touch your clit within the next few seconds.
“You promise to be good?”
You nod desperately.
“Touch yourself where you want me to touch you.”
With wide and watery eyes still locked on his, you place your hand to where his were just moments ago and start rubbing your clit not letting one sound escape you.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
“Now wake the fuck up.”
…
Your eyes shoot open and you are breathless. Your skin was slick with sweat, and with that, your tank top was a little damp.
You were dreaming about him.
You were really dreaming about Bucky Barnes…Again.
You grit your teeth in anger and it takes you a few moments to realize that your fingers are circling your clit the exact same way at the exact same pace that you were doing in your dream. And with an exploratory dip of your finger, you find yourself soaked.
You groan and regretfully succumb to thinking about the final moments of your dream to quickly bring yourself to an explosive back-arching orgasm.
After coming down from your high and finally catching your breath you hear something fall to the floor from what sounded like the kitchen.
You knew for sure that it wasn’t your uncle or anybody from your team because they always announced hours in advance when they were coming. Which meant one of two things.
One, a stranger was breaking into your apartment. Or two, Bucky broke into your apartment…Again.
You pull your gun out of your nightstand in anticipation of whatever or whoever it is.
“11:30 AM y/n, really?” the man greets.
To your dismay, you were not greeted by a hostile stranger. You still decide to keep the gun and tuck it in the back of your shorts.
“Well if I weren’t stuck trying to do extra research for your ass until 5 am, maybe I’d be in the fucking gym right now instead of needing to sleep in, or standing here with you.”
“Missed you too, dollface.”
With nostrils flaring you storm over to your laptop to grab it.
For the past two weeks, he’s been heavy on the irritating nicknames. You’re pretty sure that it’s payback for your first car ride together.
“You know a knock would have been nice,” you point out.
“And what would be the fun in that?”
You swear your eyes roll so far in the back of your head you can see your brain.
You made yourself comfortable sitting on the island counter setting the computer on your crossed legs to turn it on. Bucky gave you a weird look at your choice of seating area.
You had recently bought your own computer that you made sure was hidden from your uncle and had it encrypted to be untraceable in order to safely access all of the info that you had worked so hard to steal.
During your spare time, Bucky would come over and you’d analyze everything that Unity had on Ingrid…Which had some helpful information about the past, but not so much about the present.
“So what do you have for me?” he asks.
You shook your head and shrugged defeatedly. Sadly, after hours and hours of researching through the night, you had nothing.
“Not much, really,” you admit.
“What about you?”
“Some good news, and some bad news,” he states.
You tilt your head and he takes that as his cue to continue.
“Well, they’re still looking for you. Which is why I’m assuming that you’re not allowed outside of your apartment unless one of your team members tactfully escorts you to one of the bases.”
You were glad that you and Bucky knew how to trick the security cameras of your apartment because you had to do a lot of sneaking out recently.
“And the good news?”
He shrugs.
“I mean they haven’t found Mia yet.”
The mention of her name pulls at your heartstrings to a sickening degree.
One thing that you were grateful for was the fact that he tried his best not to mention her too much. No matter how much he sometimes purposely gets under your skin, you could tell that he recognized and maybe even felt something akin to sympathy about you not wanting to face certain things until you were ready…If you would ever be ready.
“Have you gone to see her yet?”
You nervously clear your throat and let that be his answer.
“How is she?” you ask cautiously.
“She’s a lonely, scared little ballerina with a lot of questions.”
You shook your head. She was not getting answers from you if that’s what he thought you were going to give her. No matter how much he guilts you.
“You should go see her.”
“And you should stop acting like you care,” you snapped.
He raised his hands in surrender as you delivered a death stare.
“So what now?” you sigh.
He has a mischievous look in his eye and you have a feeling that you are not going to like what he has to say next.
“Bucky…What did you do?”
That familiar smirk of his creeps up on the side of his lips and you despise the way that it re-emerges that pulsing between your legs.
Damn him for being as attractive as he was infuriating.
“Say…Say your uncle gets called for a meeting in the Middle East and has to fly over tonight…”
You frown.
“And say it’s an urgent matter that turns his attention away from you…”
You narrow your eyes.
“Bucky, what the hell are you planning?”
He shrugs.
“That’s not what you have to worry about.”
You swallow nervously.
“Then what do I have to worry about?”
He smiles.
“How many times have you been to Madripoor?”
You swivel your body to jump off of the counter and face him on the opposite side.
“I’m not going to Madripoor with you, Barnes.”
“Do you want to get back to your normal life or not?”
You stare him down from the other side of the island resting your forearms on the cool surface leaning forward, and you swear that for a brief second you catch his eyes dart to your semi-exposed chest.
You automatically straighten your back. The last thing you need after this morning’s dream is spotting hints of desire in his eye. Besides, even if he was attracted to you, there’s a whole clone for him to swoon over. It’s not like you were charming him with any aspect of your personality.
Suddenly your phone rings and by the ringtone playing, you know that it’s your uncle.
“Please tell me you’re calling because I can do something normal like go to the movies effective immediately,” you answer.
“Good morning to you too, Y/N,” he replies.
“My apologies,” you retort.
Your uncle grew a lot more accustomed to your attitude during times when you were housebound with seemingly no end in sight after a given assignment.
“No, I’m just calling to let you know that I have important matters to attend to in the Middle East.”
Your eyes widen and you stare Bucky down.
The motherfucker already did it.
“Where exactly in the Middle East?” you ask, masking your surprise.
“I can’t tell you. But I’ll be back in a few days, and I’ll call you when I’m on my way back to the US, okay?”
“Uh-huh,” you answer before saying goodbye.
When you hang up Bucky gives you that guilty smile.
“Bucky, what the hell did–”
“Pack your bags. We leave in an hour.”
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