Summary: Bucky is tired of the youngest Avenger having all of Steve’s attention.
Warnings: age gap (reader is of age), smut, dub/non con. dark!Bucky
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You awoke to the sunlight peeking through. The sheets wrapped securely around your body. Stretching, you made your way to get dressed for another day of recon.
Making your way to the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before heading to the lobby to take advantage of the free breakfast and coffee. Just then you hear someone groan.
“Wakey, wakey, sleepyheads. Gotta whole day of recon ahead of us.” You cheerfully said as you walked downstairs.
You decided you weren’t going to let Bucky seeing your body ruin this mission. Every one has a body, it’s just you put yours out on fully display for the person who hates you the most. Running back to the room, both boys were up and ready to get going.
“How was breakfast, did they have your favorite apple juice.” Bucky teased again. He honestly has no right to be talking to you like that considering a mere few hours ago he was jerking off to your ass and pussy.
“Ha ha very funny Barnes, should’ve been a comedian instead of a soldier.” You jabbed back while heading to the car.
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Today was more serious, you were posted back on on your usual spot just waiting for any suspicious activity, but nothing. Until, you see a man giving the infamous Hydra gesture to a woman running a bakery.
That’s odd.
You figure you might as well call it in. At least Sam and Bucky can track someone down.
Sam and Bucky were posted outside the bakery waiting for their guy to come out. They knew that one slip up would be enough to take the agents out. It was basically confirmed that this was Hydra territory.
“You wanna do the honors or should I?” Bucky asks Sam.
“Please, after me.” Sam get up and busts through the door.
Fucking show off.
Bucky cocks his gun ready to fight.
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First fic date: 6 Dec 2020 11:50 PM
The fics ahead may contain non-con, dub-con and smut not suitable for minors. Each fic has its own warning so please read them before indulgence.
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Summary: You realise too late that the lines between acting and reality have blurred between you and your co-star
Characters: Bucky Barnes
Posted: Mar 30th
A/N: this popped in my head AND I AM SO SORRY. Also, I need to work on titles. Ugh.
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They say that the first emotion you shared with your soulmate was one that would rock your entire being.
Bucky was grateful he had never felt it.
Of course, he had been in and out of time so the thought of having a soulmate was the furthest thing from his mind.
Fear and loneliness were a constant for him and he would hate to have someone feel that. They said that some had their soulmate born at the wrong time. He figured it was like this for him, it made sense, he had been on ice for the longest time.
Then there were times when he would be walking along, Steve and Sam having dragged him out of his hidey hole and into the sun, moments that made him pause. He would turn his face into the sun, let the warmth sink into his skin and his breath would catch.
"They say that some can talk with their soulmates before even meeting."
"That what happen with Tony?"
Sam smiled at Steve as he shoved a hot dog into Bucky's hand. "That's what he claims.
"Can you imagine?"
Bucky shoved the dog into his mouth. God he hoped not. He had enough voices in his head.
He wondered what song it was that was stuck in his head, where had he heard it? Maybe Natalia had sung it. Confusion swamped him and he blinked at the bright rays of sun that blinded him.
"Tony says that Pepper was on the verge of marrying someone else."
That wasn't unheard of. Many had relationships before meeting their soulmates. Some married and had full lives before meeting their other halfs. Bucky wondered, how could you choose? Or was it something that you had no choice in?
He shook his head, the soft song just barely vague enough that he could not hear the words. He could feel them. He grunted as Steve knocked into him pulling him from his thoughts.
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Pain woke him.
He was used to pain. It was like a second skin. He reached up and touched his eye gingerly, did he get hit during rough housing with Steve earlier? He grumbled as he swung his legs over the edge, the pang of sadness hit him like a wave and made him stumble.
His lips hurt and he was certain it hadn't been split, he fumbled till he caught the switch and he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
Nothing.
He was fine.
Why did he feel like shit? Like Steve had put him through the ringer.
"Fucking crazy."
And there was that song again suddenly.
And the sadness was stronger and Bucky felt as if the world had turned upside down.
"Are you real?" He asked quietly, holding his breath, praying he was wrong.
"Oh." Came a soft response. The song halting.
"Oh," he repeated.
His heart clenched and he stumbled back till he hit the wall next to the door. The light quite suddenly too bright in the small bathroom.
He felt- desperation. A sudden clarity and a gnawing pain. A pain that was deeper than physical, the loneliness hit hard and he struggled to breathe. It was her loneliness. Her fear. He had felt this before. She had felt this…
"I'm sorry."
Bucky blinked. It was gone. The pain in his jaw, the feel of a cut lip, the throbbing in his eye. Not only the physical but the sadness that had weighed him down so heavily had lifted and he found he could breathe.
He took a breath surprised at how easy it was. How his lungs expanded, the ache gone.
A new ache made his eyes sting, a sob catching in his throat as he slid down the wall, curling in on himself.
He had a soulmate.
One he had never wanted. One he had been grateful to not have.
She was out there. Alone. Hurt.
She had apologized to him.
When she was in need of him.
He took in a deep breath, jaw setting in determination. He was going to find her. Even if she didn't want him to.
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Pairng: Steve Rogers X OFC Werewolf X Bucky Barnes
Warnings: LEMONS!
Summary: OFC is a werewolf in search of the perfect man or this case werewolf to mate with to carry on her blood line. What is supposed to be a quick fuck turns into a night that leads to another possible suitor and father. Will she be able to continue her life as a lone wolf or did she bite off more than she can chew?
A/N: Just lemons, all the smut. This is a werewolf AU, the Avengers are a pack; and yep you guessed it, Steve is the pack leader and Bucky is his second! I never mention a name so take this as a reader insert if you like. THIS IS NOT A ABO FIC! >😉
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It was time for her to pass on inheritances to the next generation before she was past her prime. All female werewolves, especially the lone one’s, knew when it was time to breed, to leave a legacy before moving on and living out the rest of her life; alone. Her impending, heat, she guessed it would be called had brought her here to the Avengers compound. More specifically after one blond soldier in particular, knowing Steve Rogers had the genetics to sustain the next generation.
A charity ball was the perfect time to find her target, take what was needed and leave before sunrise. Bedding the pack leader would be enough, she would be gone the instant they had finished. Entering into the compound dressed in a dark cocktail dress that accentuated thick curves, scent disguised by soaps and perfumes so no one would be none the wiser.
Quickly spotting the well-built blond sitting at the bar and making her way to him. Carefully she danced lithe fingers over strong shoulders the moment he caught her scent. Steve turning to look at her, baby blues flashing with reflected light the instant they laid on her thick frame and gracing her with a smile.
“Evening captain,” the woman began, moving in a way that told him she was there for one thing and it appeared he was going to grant it to her quicker than suspected. The blown look of his pupils had her wondering if he had caught scent of what she was, only well-bred wolves where this confident.
Taking the barstool next to him but leaving her hand on his arm, she couldn’t help but relish in the warmth pouring off the well-built alpha along with the smirk he gave her. Watching pupils swallow any color that may have remained, surprising her as without a word Steve took the hand resting on his forearm in a heated calloused one while getting to his feet. The blond was quick to tug the thick framed woman with him, darting around others who were in attendance but ignored them in favor of pulling the woman down the corridor to the elevator.
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