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Jealousy Party

SugarDaddy!CEO!Stucky x reader

Summary: The throuple goes to a charity party where the reader aims to make her boys jealous. After watching a man hit on her for a while, the boys drag the reader off to an empty office to remind her who she belongs to.

18+ MDNI!!

Word Count: 1,621

Warnings: Rough sex, Captain/Sergeant kink, Spanking, possessiveness and jealousy, Degrading names like: slut/whore, so much praise: Good girl, pretty girl, Doll, sweetheart, Dumbification, Light Choking, Unprotected P in V sex, Size difference/kink, Oral sex (M recieving), Double penetration

This is my first time writing smut! please be nice

Most of the parties you visit with your CEO boyfriends are long, boring and all about work, and future meetings. At least there is good-quality alcohol every time.

Bucky and Steve quickly got dragged off to mingle and talk to investors or whatever demanded their attention more than you. While you and your close friend/bodyguard Natasha sat at the bar. “Ugh- are they Still talking to that dumb blonde Nat?”

“Unfortunately yes, your boys don’t seem interested in talking to her. At least for this long” Natasha rolls her eyes while scanning the room, specifically your boys and some intern Sharon or whatever her name is “You want their attention? I have an idea”

Turning towards your red-haired friend you see the glimmer of mischief and grin “What kind of idea? It better be good Natty”

“The kind that gets you fucked so good, none of you even remember that intern over there” Natasha smugly smirks as she watches you think about her offer.

“I’m in, what’s the plan?” You reply and Natasha reaches over to adjust your dress, revealing more leg, and more cleavage. Making the red dress look even smaller and more scandalous. “Now, for the last part, see that man over there?” Natasha gestures over to a lone man standing by the bar. You don’t recognize him but he is quite attractive. “Go flirt with him, or make it look like you are. The boys will see and get so jealous”

“Natty- I don't think it’s a good idea! What if they get mad, or assume the worst?” You stutter, nervously wringing your hands together before Nat pats you on the back “Hey,  you don’t have to. It’s just a suggestion babe”

Taking a deep breath you down your last shot and smile at Nat “I’m gonna do it- wish me luck” before casually walking over to the brunette, bearded stranger. Sliding into a stool beside him and ordering a margarita.

“Hello there gorgeous” The man turns to you “What brings you moving a few seats down?” You see his eyes slightly look you up and down, before returning to your face.

With a blush rising to your cheeks “Well- I saw you and thought I’d come to say hi” Seeing Natasha give you a thumbs up and nod towards Steve and Bucky, who when looking over you see them watching you and the mystery man closely. “I maybe also plan to make my boyfriends jealous… I understand if you want me to just go” 

“Heh- jealousy hmm? Well, I’m Ari, what do you want me to do?” Smirking he rests a hand on your arm smiling down at you, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Well Ari, we can just sit here, talk and look like we are flirting, but no actual flirting okay?” you say as you smile up at him, internally smirking as you see Steve and Bucky grip their drinks and glare daggers at Ari.

“I can do that, just uh- don't let those two boyfriends of yours kill me?” Smiling sweetly he rubs your arm gently “They look awfully upset, I hope this was worth it pretty girl”

Glancing over to where your boyfriends stood- wait no they were no longer there. Where did they go? Feeling the body heat of two people you turn on the stool to see two very angry men. “Excuse us for a bit- we and our girlfriend need a moment” Steve grits out as he lightly tugs on your arm. “Come on sweetheart”

Turning to Ari you give him a smile and a thumbs up, as both boys flank your sides and guide you out of the party.

They say nothing as they walk down a hallway into an empty office, pushing you in and locking the door, before turning and looking down at you. “Hey, boys… I can explain-”

“That’s not necessary Doll, we know exactly what you were doing” Bucky cuts you off, both men slowly walking towards you, guiding you back towards the desk. “You are a jealous little slut, you just wanted our attention, are we correct?”

Bumping into the desk, you look up at them whimpering as you feel your panties soak up your arousal that’s so obvious you are sure they can smell it. “Y-yes Sergeant… you were talking to that blonde intern for too long- It was Nat’s idea I swear! Please don’t be mad” Blushing red at your own rambling, Your men just smirk.

“It’s okay pretty girl- we aren’t mad at you” Steve coos as he fiddles with the hem of your dress, before slowly pulling it up and turning you to bend over the desk. “But I think you need a reminder of who you belong to and that we belong to you Doll” 

You feel a hand caress your hair, looking up you see Bucky in front of you with his thick veiny cock out, which makes your mouth water “So be a good girl and let us ruin your slutty body, then we will take you home and lavish you again. Sound good?”

Moaning at the thought you spread your legs for Steve, as he pulls your dress up to reveal your pantieless pussy. “Fuck- you really are a little whore? Huh, baby. Buck, she decided to not wear any panties” 

Both men groan loudly, mockingly laughing as Steve slowly rubs your clit. “Such a pretty pussy, she must have missed us hmm? So needy baby” Whimpering and whining you rut your hips back onto his fingers “Please Captain! Mmm please fuck me make me cum! Sergeant please” pouting your lips as you look up at Bucky, as he smirks down at you rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

“You gonna be a good girl for us? Hmm? I wanna see you go dumb on our cocks. A helpless drooling mess for us and only us!” Bucky demands as he rubs his cock along your lips. Your mouth falling open, and tongue rolling out to lick against his red tip. 

As Bucky’s cock slowly rubs against your tongue, you feel Steve prod and stretch open your pussy with his thick fingers. “Look at yea… so wet, all for your Captain and Sergeant” Deciding you are stretched open enough Steve pulls his fingers out, and offers them to Bucky who sucks your essence off of them with a moan, his eyes rolling back, exaggerating his movements for your and steve's pleasure. 

You reach up and suck on the tip of Bucky’s cock, moaning at the salty taste of precum, while wiggling your hips back onto Steve’s hard cock. “Oh- good girl~ such a naughty little one we have huh Bucky” Steve rubs your ass and slowly thrusts his cock into you. His is thinner than Bucky’s but it is longer, letting him reach each part of your pussy with each thrust. “Take it- just like that! Mm good little whore”

Moaning as Steve begins to roughly thrust into you, his hips pounding against your ass with each thrust. His movements force you forward onto Bucky’s cock, making you gag lightly as Bucky holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail to control your movements.

With each thrust, and degrading yet praising comment from your boys, you feel drool drip out of your mouth onto the desk below, as your brain becomes hazy and light.

Yelping as you feel a harsh spank on your ass “Aww poor thing, going dumb on us? Hmm? Did you hear what I said, baby girl?” Steve mockingly pouts as he drapes his body over yours, hips still thrusting relentlessly “I said, do you want our cum? Hmm? Or are you too fucked to answer?”

You look up at Bucky with wide eyes as he pulls out of your mouth, and looks down at you expectantly, and even Steve slows down slightly “Please, Captain! Please, sergeant! Want your cum! Need it in me- on me!” pouting your lips as you look up at bucky and glancing over your shoulder at Steve, hoping they take pity on you.

“Good girl, We will give you it don’t worry. But we wanna see you cum first alright? Cum and I'll fill your mouth with my cum alright?” Bucky says as he rubs his precum on your lips, while Steve picks up his pace, hips thrusting into you and his hand reaching down to rub your clit with firm strokes. 

It doesn't take long for the coil in your stomach to break and you moan loudly as you cum on Steve’s cock, eyes rolling back as you feel Steve’s hips stutter and still as he floods your pussy with his cum. “Good girl~ open up for your Sergeant now. Make him feel good doll” Steve mutters into your ear as he rides out his pleasure.

Dropping your mouth open for Bucky he thrusts into your mouth, letting you suck and slobber his cock. “Fuck- yes! Just like that doll- gonna make me cum!” With a loud groan, he cums in your mouth, slowly pulling out to see it dribble down your chin. He smugly smirks down at you as he tucks his cock back into his pants.

Steve rounds the desk, grabbing you by the throat to kiss you passionately, licking and sucking Bucky’s cum right out of your mouth. “Mm mm delicious~ my two favourite flavours” 

Steve and Bucky help adjust your hair and dress, making you look presentable enough to walk out of the party. “Ready doll? When we get home, we will  ruin you again… then we will lavish you with a hot bath and cuddles”

Smiling up at your boyfriends, you have never been happier - or hornier - than being around them.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! <3

I don’t reblog often, but I feel like I should with this one. ❤️❤️ Sending my love and thoughts

i hate having to do posts like this. let me start with that.

on Wednesday, i was left with no choice but to de-register Tiny Demon from school and home educate. we’ve had three big incidents which i’ll quickly summarise below:

1. she fell, broke her arm and due to the pain, cried herself to sleep. she was then forced by teachers to draw, write and paint with the same broken arm. they ignored her pleas and didn’t so much as give me a phone call.

2. we have spoke to school multiple times about how TD needs to be escorted across a busy road to her taxi as within the distance she walks, she could either be hit by a car or snatched without any eyes seeing it happen.

3. following the point above, TD’s whereabouts was unknown to me for a good 15 minutes when the taxi called to say he had left school grounds without her due to a child telling him she was in after school club. after an hour of panic, stress and upset, she was finally home and i withdrew her immediately.

the last thing i wanted to do was homeschool but now i am left with no choice. i do not drive (learning to at the end of may) and also am a single parent. the school near us (within walking distance) has told us we could be waiting a year or more until she has a place.

i’m here to ask for help.

i have a wishlist complied of all the things i need so i can keep track. i’m asking kindly if anyone can help towards getting her ready for the new term (in two weeks).

i know this is so cheeky of me. i haven’t been active recently and this is why. me and her have been dealing with so much. i’m gonna have to reduce my work hours and do what i can at home but we’re really gonna struggle now.

i am not asking for the money, i’m asking for the items on the list so you can see where your money is going.

if you can help… here’s the link.

thank u for reading🤍. i hope you’re all having a wonderful week🤍.

Poor girl doesn’t stand a chance against his patience. Wonder when that very patience will crack? 🤔🤔

The Quiet Ones 3

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: I really gotta finish my paper (don't worry I'm like 3/4 done).

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

The light is there again. Bright, green, searing into your vision as it shines against the wall, weaving in perfectly between the curtains. Every night. Taunting you. And in the morning, gone. 

Can you call it a pattern after only three days?  

You don’t know what to call it. You don’t know what he wants from you. If he wanted to hurt you, he would by now, wouldn’t he? Or is this a sick game he’s playing? Whatever it is, it’s madness.  

You sit up and grab your pillow. You cross the room to the door and close it behind you. You put the pillow on the couch and pull down the folded throw across the back. You don’t expect to sleep out here either but you won’t have to stare at the insufferable dot. 

You lay down on your back and sigh at the ceiling. You stare up at the plaster until your eyes close on their own. Your shoulders are tense, your back too, every muscle in you has been knotted for days. You tried a hot shower, even a bath, but both just made you feel vulnerable. You’ve never been overly comfortable being naked but now you feel as if he can see your every movement. 

You tried some exercises in an effort to loosen up too. Those only made you dizzy due to your lack of sleep and rationing. Those should be a sign for you to rethink your strategy but your only other option is to face the danger. You know better than that. 

You huff as the last gray days pile on you. You open your eyes and bring your hand up to your forehead, trying to rub away the stress. You pause as a gleam flashes over your flesh. You drop your arm back down and raise yourself on your elbows. 

Jeez. 

Right there in the middle of your chest is the dot, rather a sliver of it. You look up as it glints in between the verticle blinds. You drop back down. Fine, whatever, if he’s going to shoot, he should just get it over with. You hate this limbo. It’s easy when you know what you’re waiting for. This is just torture. 

A sudden jarring jingle cuts through the din. You sit up, heart beating. It isn’t the deafening gunshot you expected. The green laser ripples through the darkness as you stagger up to your feet and cover your ears. You follow the blaring noise into the bedroom. 

Your phone lights up on your nightstand, flashing as you cross the space. You grab it and quickly silence it, staring at the screen in confusion. You keep your phone on silent, always. You never really use it for more than your banking and emails. On the screen, you see a map of your neighbourhood and a speck pulsing at the centre; your apartment. Huh. 

You remember dismissing that feature before. Several times when you got the phone it kept offering to set up the ‘find your phone’ app but you figured you wouldn’t need it. Yet, here it is, chiming and chirping at you. It isn’t a coincidence. It’s him. 

You peer over at the window and the green glare pours through. You look down again and find the dot right there. You shake your head and back away, hugging yourself as you flee back into the living room. It’s all so messed up and confusing. You don’t get how this can be happening. 

You go into the kitchen. No windows to haunt you there. You put your phone down and lean on the counter as you hold your head. You blow out a breath and you close your eyes. 

You try not to let yourself ask the questions but you’re so tired, you can’t keep fighting this hard. Who is he? How did he find you? Was that day at the cafe the first? Were you so obtuse that you never noticed him before? Does any of it matter? 

The silence shatters again as your phone erupts in a cacophony once more. You back away and cup your ears. You’ve never done well with noise, especially loud noise, or too much at once. It’s a sort of dissonance that makes your head spin. 

You scramble to grasp the phone, eardrums pulsing, and you hit the button again to hush it. You close out of the app and a notification pops up at the top of the screen. For a moment, you’re confused. The only messages you get are obvious scammers or stupid adverts you need to unsubscribe from. 

‘Get some beauty sleep.’ 

You scowl as you stare at the text. What does that even mean? Even if the number is private, you don’t need to guess. You know it’s him. He’s messing with you. You won’t respond, not even in writing. You delete the conversation entirely and shut the phone off. 

You leave it on the counter and go back to the couch. The laser awaits you. You lay down under it and resign yourself to your fate. The only comfort is he’s still out there and you’re in here. A ripple of fear courses through you as you wonder how long that can last. 

👄

Your mail doesn’t come to your door. It’s left in one of the dozens of metal boxes near the front door. Typically you go down to grab it twice a week. You haven’t gone once in the last six days. You don’t plan on it either. You get digital statements for everything anyhow. 

Yet, that doesn’t stop the special delivery from sliding underneath the door. You’re in your kitchen when you hear the soft whoosh. You go to the doorway and stare at the envelope on your floor as you lazily stir your instant coffee. You’re too tired to react with more than a yawn. 

You think it could be a notice from the building. They usually leave one when they have to do an inspection. Yet, there’s not sign of the rental companies logo and the envelope is black. You doubt they’ve rebranded. 

You sip from your coffee and sit at your desk. You login to the portal and open up a task. You don’t need to worry about all that. You muster all you have left for your daily toil. It’s the one thing you can’t forego; the one thing you share in common with other people, you need money to survive. 

You empty the coffee with careless gulps as you key through several tasks. The hours drag by, the clock ticking in the corner of the screen, second by second, minute by grueling minute. The days don’t matter, they all blend together in this hazy purgatory. 

You’re drawn from your mindless typing by the agonising growl of your stomach. You’re starving. Those times when you do let yourself eat, it isn’t much. Finally, your humanly needs have overcome your lack of appetite. You can’t deny it any longer. 

You return to the kitchen with your empty mug. You go to rinse it and water spurts forth, for just a second, then the pipes grind and run dry. You put the cup in the sink and cross your arm. You march out to the bathroom and try the sink in there with the same result. The faucet in the tub runs a little longer but peters out to a single drip. 

Hm, maybe that’s what the letter’s about. 

You sweep back out and scoop up the envelope. Just bending down makes you see stars. You put it on the counter and go to the cupboard to take out the salted crackers. You unfurl the top of the sleeve and wiggle one out. You munch on the stale square and slip your thumb under the flap of the envelop and tear. 

You put down the crackers and rip open one end of the envelope. You shake out the contents. It isn’t a letter. Just a folded pamphlet with something smaller inside. You unfold the spa booklet to uncover the all-inclusive pass within. You drop both and grip your head. 

Is this some sort of bribe? Bait? He’s trying to draw you out and with what? The worst experience you could think of? The smells, the touching, the people... 

You put it all back in the envelope. You don’t want it. You don’t even want it in your apartment. Your safe space. He’s invading it little by little. He can’t have it.  

You go to the door and shove it back under the bottom. You push it as far as you can and fall back, catching yourself on the wall. Your head hurts, you’re tired, you’re stressed, you’re afraid. You just want everything to go back the way it was. You want to be alone. That’s all you ever wanted. 

👄

You use your phone to authorise the two-factor sign-in to your bank account. You set it aside after confirming and wait for the screen to load. Your heart nearly stops as you see the balance. A few times you came too close to the red but this is not what you’re expecting. There’s about fifty thousand dollars extra. It has to be an error. 

You click on your chequing and bring up the next screen. There is is ‘50,000’ in bold green letters but it doesn’t say where it’s come from, just ‘authorised payment’ next to it. What the heck does that mean?  

Right below it you see your work deposit. That appears as usual. Company name, amount, account number. So what happened? 

You click the chat icon at the bottom of the page and wait for an agent to connect. You go through the typical automated questions; what is your issue? Account number? All of that. When you finally have a representative and explain the extra zeros in your account, the response is only three dots. 

You shake your head. You don’t need this. You have enough going on. Your water’s still out, you’re almost out of coffee, and you haven’t even started work. Halfway through and it feels like you’ve only just started a new week. You frame your face as you await the response. 

‘Hello, miss. Thank you for your patience. We have found no error in this transfer.’ 

You lean back and whine. That doesn’t make sense.  

‘Can I know where the money came from?’ You type. 

‘The payee is listed as London Fog LLC. It appears to be a business payment.’ 

You close your eyes. What? That makes no sense. It... can’t be. 

‘Can you reverse the payment, please?’ You input. 

‘We can attempt to reverse this. This might take a few days to process. We will keep the ticket open until this is done.’ 

‘Thank you.’ 

You close out the chat. That’s as best as you can do. It’s all so weird and you can’t deny the nagging truth. It’s not an error or a coincidence. It’s that stranger. He is playing a very confusing game. 

Your phone lights up and your eyes flit down. You lean in to glimpse the notification before it minimises. ‘Happy hump day <3’. You quickly black out the screen and flip it over. Leave me alone! 

👄

You almost expect the knock on your door. Deep down, you knew it was coming. Noon, on the dot. It’s Wednesday. 

“London Fog express!” He calls through. “Ew, this one’s gone a bit bad.” 

You hear him shifting around before the handle turns without give. He wiggles it and sighs. He huffs and you can tell by his shadow he’s leaning on the door. 

“Look, jellybean, I came all the way here, even burnt myself on this thing,” he says through the door, “you know, I’ve had some late nights...” he pauses as you sit silent, unmoving at your desk. “You don’t have to do more than open the door and take the cup. Promise, I won’t try nothing. I mean, I’ve been pretty patient, haven’t I?” 

You press your fingers to the edge of your desk to keep from shaking. 

“Right, I guess... I haven’t even introduced myself. How forgetful. Name’s Lloyd, but you could call me like L or love bear or... snookums. Something sweet like that.” 

You can’t. You’re going to pass out from absurdity. This man is psychotic. 

“You know, I’m a pretty handsy—handy guy. I could fix that water issue you got going on--” 

Holy cow. How does he know—how could he? He wouldn’t be able to just shut off your water. Right? 

“See, I get you, baby face, you’re the quiet type. You like to keep to yourself. That’s fair but everyone needs someone. I see that now,” he rambles through the door as it groans against his lean, “I didn’t before. Then I saw you and everything changed. It’s me and you, cupcake.” 

You stand and shudder, walking stiffly around the corner and towards the door. You step up and try to see through the peep hole. It’s still black. You exhale and sniff. 

“What do you want?” You croak. 

Silence. The door shifts as he takes his weight off of it. He soles scuff on the other side. 

“Hi,” his voice softens, “how are you, jellybean?” 

You close your eyes. You just want an answer. You cross your arms and rocks, a soothing gesture as your nerves bubble up. 

“Yeah, that’s okay, I know you’re not much of a talker. We balance each other out like that. I’m doing okay, you know? Cafe was a bit crowded but I got your latte. Foam shouldn’t have fallen yet so if you just want to open--” 

“What do you want?” You step closer to the door and raise your voice. 

He scoffs into a hum, “isn’t it obvious, babes?” 

You open your eyes and bit your upper lip. 

“You, baby cakes. Simple as that,” he drawls, “so why don’t you grab your tea and we can have a little sit down.” 

“Go away.” 

He huffs and clicks his tongue, “don’t be like that, sweetie.” 

“I don’t know you--” 

“I’m Lloyd, your love bear--” 

“Stop. I want you to leave me alone.” 

Another sharp exhale from the other side. A lull that prickles across your skin. 

“I can’t do that.” 

You wince, “please...” 

“All you have to do is open the door, jellybean. You know I’m a good guy. I’ve been looking out for you. Every night,” something drags down the door. “You can’t lock yourself away forever.” 

You step back and lean on the wall weakly. He’s delusional and you’re so tired. You’re almost tempted to open the door just to get it over with. You sink down onto your butt and hug your knees. 

“No.” 

That’s all you say. It’s all you can eke out.  

He taps on the door lightly and sucks his teeth. “Well, guess I gotta amp up my game.” 

Mission at a sex club

Marvel-smash bingo: Sex Club

This is my first installment of @marvel-smash-bingo bingo card! go check them out!

Bucky x Fem!Reader

You are sent to a sex club on a mission and your partner? The one and only Bucky Barnes.. yup the very one who hates you, right? Then why is he so jealous when the target eyes you too much?

Warnings: Nothing explicitly described, just mentions of sex trafficking, sexual exploitation and non/dub con

I low key kinda don't love this, might rewrite it in the future... We will see

This is also my first time writing any sorta enemies to lovers, so sorry if its awkward at parts

“And you’ll be partnering with Barnes,” Steve said as he placed the mission folder down in front of you. 

“What? Steve no! He hates me!” You whine, looking up at Steve as he sits beside you. Rolling his eyes “he doesn't hate you.”

Just then the very man walks in, his soft brown hair tucked back in a man bun, and he’s wearing that maroon henley that makes you practically drool over his muscles. He clears his throat and that’s when you realize you were staring.

Awkwardly smiling Steve stands to greet his lifelong friend “Hey punk! Here’s your next mission. You two will visit the new Naughty night downtown. As an undercover couple.” 

Bucky practically glares at you and Steve when he hears the word ‘couple’ “Seriously? A couple's mission? You're kidding me, right? A sex club on top of that!” Muttering to himself he sits down and skims over the folder, giving you ample time to watch his sharp jaw clench and steel-blue eyes glare down. Even if this man hates your guts, you can’t deny he's hot. 

“The team and I have decided you two need to get over this petty thing you have against each other” Steve looks between you and Bucky, rolling his eyes at your exasperated groan. 

“Steve-“ “But Steve-!”

The captain cuts you both off “Enough! You two need to grow up and learn to get along. End of discussion! You go tomorrow night, figure out your plan” Steve puts his foot down, silencing both of you with his palpable disappointment. You hate disappointing Steve, he always has so much faith in everyone on the team.

“Okay, fine,” you say, looking over at Bucky just to see him glaring daggers at you. “Let’s discuss plans then I guess, and boundaries, since this is a sex club, and we may have to.. act accordingly”

“Yea. I won’t do anything you're uncomfortable with. I’m sure you're good at sitting down and looking pretty. If you could keep your mouth shut” the super soldier smirks at the look of anger on your face.

“I’m not just gonna sit and look pretty. I’ll be gathering intel, just. Like. You!” Huffing you look down at the images of the club “Let’s just go in, see what we find out. Easy”

“Easy? Doll this is an actual professional mission, I’ll tell you the plan tomorrow alright?” Barnes says, standing up to leave.

“No. That’s not how this works. We make the plan together, so sit your ass down James” you demand, tossing the folder back onto the table “or at the very least we write down what we are both comfortable with happening. Okay?”

“Fine, we need to get the target's attention. How do you suppose we do that, sweetheart? You wanna make a plan, go on” he huffs, sitting in his seat, expectantly staring at you with piercing eyes.

“Well, we are expected, aren’t we? On the list. So we find him, and I ‘accidentally’ bump into him. Men easily want to help the damsel in distress” You roll your eyes, fluttering them teasingly. “Like I said, easy”

“You can’t just walk up to him, he will likely be in the VIP section, if you wanna be the damsel, perhaps wear something skimpy, slutty? Show off that body and get his  attention hmm?” He smirks at your visible anger. You won’t believe this man.

“What? Something ‘slutty’?” You glower at him, wanting to throw something at his pretty face “I’ll wear what I damn please James. How about I get his attention, pretty easy, and you can come join in afterwards?” Standing up you breeze past him, not wanting to hear his next remark. 

Hearing the elevator ding, you turn to see Bucky is finally ready. He walks over with Steve, dressed fancy in a perfectly tailored suit. Anyone with eyes can see he looks great, you find your eyes trailing up and down to his thick thighs, to his broad shoulders- you shake your head to refocus, practically feeling Bucky's smirk as he looks you over. “Hmm look at ya Doll, you can dress up pretty” 

“Shut up James” you deflected, hoping he doesn't see the blush on your cheeks.

“Ignore his teasing, you look great! Jaw-dropping” your best friend who did all your makeup and chose the dress says as she guides you towards the fancy car for you and Bucky. “Now behave you two, don’t get too drunk” she smirks, waving you both into the car.

Rolling your eyes as you sit in the car, taking a deep breath to control yourself you turn to Bucky. “Ready? You remember the code words and our names?” You huff, watching the way he cracks his neck and turns to look you in the eye.

“Yes, I do” He’s blunt and refuses to look at you. “Let’s get this mission over with”

You hum softly as he pulls out of the parking spot and off into the road. After minutes of silence and palpable tension, you decide to break it “So, you ready to kick some ass? I see you do own a suit” waiting to get a reaction out of him.

“Yeah. Steve let me borrow it. I hate suits, so let's make this a quick mission alright?” He snaps angrily as he pulls into the underground parking below the club. “Recite the codewords, can’t have you forgetting in there”

“Typical traffic lights, ‘green’ is good, ‘yellow’ slow down or unsure, and ‘red’ is full stop what's happening, plus it is ‘firefly’ for danger and ‘bingo’ for found the target” You roll your eyes at the stupid nicknames “let's go in sir” 

You link arms with Bucky as you walk up to the bouncer “We are here to see Mr.Almano” Bucky says “It should be under Ramirez. Henry Ramirez” 

The bouncer nods once and after peering at his list, he turns and opens the door to let you both in “Just make sure you get that one a collar before others wanna play” the burly man nods towards you.

You watch as Bucky’s jaw clenches and he curtly nods, his arm tightening around your waist before guiding you inside. He leans down to whisper in your ear “Colour?”

“Green, I'm alright with a collar” you whisper back, fluttering your eyelashes up at him to look natural as he guides you towards the receptionist.

“Hello, sir! Please sign in here” The receptionist wearing a skimpy dress - could you even call that a dress - nods towards a book “Would you two like a collar for your lady, with a wristband for yourself? Each colour means something different, Red for taken, don't touch or engage with sexual play, yellow for just observing, and green is open for all” She opens a case, lightly touching each collar as she explains.

Bucky reaches out to grab the thin red collar, looking towards you seemingly asking, you nod quickly. “I’ll take this one. Where is Almano?” Bucky reaches over to attach the thin collar around your neck making you shiver delightfully. You swallow down the whimper that tries to escape at the feeling of his hands and the soft fabric.

“He is waiting for you at the VIP section Mr.Ramirez” She quickly says, pointing towards a stage-like area. You take a second to analyze the room, watching many people scattered around on the couches, chairs, tables and other sex toys. You gasp quietly as you see mainly naked women pleasuring the men. Beautiful, and tearful women strapped to tables and tied in rope in the center of the room. Along one wall is a bar, shelves of expensive drinks behind it, and on the other side are shelves of sex toys, whips, chains, gags, and dildos line the wall like a looming threat over the subs who wander around the club, making sure the awaiting doms are taken care off. But in the very back you see the V.I.P. section, a large roped-off area, filled with more alcohol and sex toys, but one man catches your eye as he stares right at you and Bucky. It is the target, a sleazy, and powerful man who works with Hydra to traffic women, and weapons through this very club, his eyes on you make you feel dirty and gross, even from across the room.

Bucky shaking you gently, and guiding you forward makes you zone back in and remember the mission. “Come on Doll, He’s waiting” 

As you both walk up to the V.I.P. area, the bouncer nods and opens the rope. Almano turns to you both waving a hand to guide you over. “Ramirez! Welcome, welcome! Come sit” he gestures to the velvet couch across from him “Care for a drink? Or right to business?”

Bucky sits down on the couch, guiding you to sit on his lap, he wraps his bulky arm around your waist “Sure, I'll have a glass of whiskey, but let’s get to business, I don’t waste my time with your small talk” 

He accepts his drink without looking away from Almano, perfectly playing the part of a sleazy businessman, eager to sell his wares. Turning to look at Almano, you find him groping a young woman kneeling in front of him.

“Of course, understandable. I trust we can come to an easy understanding. A deal that helps us both” Almano says, his gaze roaming down your bare legs, and up your tight-fitted dress. “At a high price”

You feel Bucky’s grip tighten on your waist “I told you what I want, access to your ports for my merchandise” Taking a sip of his drink, he rubs his hand up and down your arm, you arent sure he’s aware of how soothing it is.

“That's a pretty big ask, Henry” Almano tsks standing up and rounding over to the couch Bucky is seated on. “I need a pretty big payment, and I know of just the thing” 

Bucky glares up at him “Name your price, I don’t have all day” His hand tightens almost protectively on your waist.

“Give me her” Almano points at you “A couple weeks with her and you can have access to my ports” He grins creepily, stepping forward to brush a hand on your hair, making you tense up and curl your hands into fists wanting nothing else but to punch him.

Bucky guides you beside him, standing up to tower over Almano. His posture rigid and imposing. “No. She is mine. Touch her and I kill you” his hand inches toward his gun tucked away beneath his jacket “Pick something else, quickly”

Your eyes bounce between Bucky and Almano, trying to think quickly, aware of how outnumbered you both are. You slowly inch your hand into your small handbag, clicking the panic button twice for backup and standing up behind him, placing a hand on his back.

Almano chuckles, contrasting Bucky’s scary glare. “Ooo protective aren’t ya? Hmm, you sure you wanna pick a fight, surrounded by my men?” 

You hear an agent count down in your earpiece, squeezing Bucky’s arm in warning. He ignores it and punches Almano square in the face pulling a gun and shooting his knee. “I’m certain I do”

All hell breaks loose as your fellow agents swarm the club, shooting and knocking out Almano’s men, and guiding the guests or “workers” away. You feel Bucky’s hand tug you down to cover. “Stay down” he peeks out shooting at the last couple of enemy agents. “y/n? You alright?”

“I’m fine… you shouldn’t have started that James..” you huff, standing up and straightening your dress and looking up at him “Why’d you let him get you so worked up?”

He huffs and turns to walk away “Drop. It” he snaps at you.

“No. James! Look at me!” you run in front of him, placing a hand on his chest “Answer my damn question! Now James”

He glares down at you, before sighing and looking around the room “Not here- back home. I’ll find you” He pushes past you and walks away, leaving you stunned and confused by his behaviour. 

Just as you go to follow him, you are stopped by Natasha calling your name “We need you over here, more paperwork” She nods towards the exit, and guides you away from where Bucky is currently talking to Steve.

“You’re dismissed, good work tonight,” Tony says, standing up and walking out.

You quickly stand “Bucky, can we talk-“ 

He ignores you and walks right out of the room. You angrily follow him, shoving him as he stops in front of his door. ”what’s your issue, James?! Why are you ignoring me? You get your ego hurt cause I called backup?”

He glares at you “I had it handled. Now move so I can get into my room” he gruffly says, moving a step forward so you are chest to chest.

“No. You didn’t have it handled, you should have stayed seated, lied something! Not trying to fight the asshat” you scream at him, shoving a finger into his chest, demanding answers “Why were you so bothered by what he said! We would have dealt with it! Why did you go around claiming I’m ‘yours’”

He stays silent for a moment, staring at you intently before his eyes glance down at your lips “You really wanna know? I said you're mine because I want you to be. Okay? Happy?” He presses you further into the door, looming over you “Ever since I met you, you’ve been mine”

When you don’t respond, he shakes his head and hums softly stepping back “This is why I ignored you afterwards”

“You- wait- so you like me? me?” You look up at him with wide eyes, inching forward towards him.

“Yes- just forget it, I shouldn’t have said anything, I’ll go” he whispers, looking down almost ashamed.

“Don’t” you whisper, jumping forward to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him forward, kissing him passionately.

He freezes for a moment, making you unsure if you pushed him too far before he wraps his arm around your waist and pins you to the door delightfully. “Tell me your serious, please” he practically whines into you as he pulls away from your mouth to leave kisses and nips on your neck.

“I’m serious Bucky, please” you whisper back, happy to be in his arms just as you have wanted for ages. You feel him smile into your neck, as he opens the door, smiling down at you as he slowly walks you backwards into his room.

Please enjoy! thank you for reading <3

Perhaps a dance?

Bucky x GN!reader

Summary: Reader owns an amazing bakery near avengers tower When Tony Stark's assistant calls in a large order for a party celebration hosted by the man himself. As you bring in the sweets and pastries you meet a handsome man with a metal arm, he seems to take a liking to you. 

Word count: 2215

Warnings: None

No pronouns used for Reader

You owned a beautiful bakery in the heart of New York, called ‘Cupcake Corner”  -it's risky being so close to the infamous avengers tower- but worth it, each time a smiling customer bit into a cake, pie, cookie, cupcake or muffin. 

 You looked down at the large order you finished writing

 “Just to double check it all, you wanted 7 dozen cookies, 10 dozen cupcakes, 2 three-tier cakes, 2 apple pies, 3 cheesecakes, 2 blueberry pies and 3 tins of cinnamon rolls. Yes?”

“Correct, all delivered to avengers tower on August 5th, at 8pm sharp. I will send half the money now, and you will receive the rest day of delivery” Mr.Starks assistant, Stacey replied “also you are welcome to stay for a few drinks, courteous of Mr.Stark”

“Oh my, thank you! I will have that all ready for you! Thank you very much” Smiling happily as you continued to prep for the day. Humming as you hung up and turned to your assistant Jack “holy shit! The avengers want our baked goods for a party Jack! Can you believe it! AND we get to go to an Avengers party!”

“That is great boss! It’ll be great for business, how long do we have to prep it?” Jack asks as he pops some cookies and muffins in the oven. Smiling, you skip over to the counter, organising the day's treats. “We have exactly a week to do it. I’ll do the cakes, Stark wants it decorated with iron man colours” You roll your eyes at Stark's famous ego.

“Well, let's get this day on with, hungry, paying customers are waiting outside jack!” You announce, happily moving towards the door as Jack finishes stocking the counter.

Walking into the bakery on August 5th you were filled with excitement and nerves. Shaking out those nerves you grabbed the pink and blue boxes with your logo, you packed up the cookies, and cupcakes, both decorated with iron man colours, and the avengers logo. 

“Hey Boss! Wonderful day huh?! Can't wait to see the avengers tower” Jack happily sang as he entered the large kitchen, filled with any baker's dream equipment and ingredients. 

“Jack! Right on time, grab the cakes for me please?” You asked, peering over at him as you busied yourself with grabbing the fresh baked goods for Jack to serve.

“Okay.. lets load this into the car, then we can head over to the tower” you say as you grab 3 of the boxes and walk out the door with Jack following close behind.

Placing the boxes in your little Volkswagen Beetle, you smile happily, close the door and turn to Jack “well I better get going, don’t wanna be late! Do I look alright?” You peer down at your outfit (fem  masc) and look back up at Jack “yeah! You look great as always, boss. You better get going before you’re late” 

You finally arrive at the tall, towering skyscraper topped with its iconic ‘A.’ 

You enter into the lobby, carefully carrying the first two boxes, you step up to the secretary beside a tall brunette man, with wide muscular shoulders and biceps that bulge and stretch his short sleeve shirt, You minutely shake your head to clear the unprofessional thoughts from your head. The mystery man’s head turns to you as you walk up to the desk.

“Hello, My name is Y/N. I am delivering the order from Cupcake Corner” You beamed as you placed the boxes down “I have more boxes I may need help bringing up ma’am” 

The secretary smiles, nods and picks up her phone “Mr.Stark, dessert is here. The owner will bring the boxes up, yes sir” 

As the secretary talks, the mysterious brunet smiles at you “I can help you bring the boxes up. I'm heading to the party as well” Turning, you look up and make eye contact, momentarily stunned as his sharp, blue eyes seem to peer into your soul. You will never admit that you don't want him to stop.

“Oh! I would appreciate it sir! I can show you my car in just a second” You breathed, as you kept eye contact with the tall adonis of a man.

“Bucky, please. Call me Bucky, doll. No need for fancy words like sir” ‘Bucky’ smirks at you. Nodding quickly with a blush you turn back to the secretary who has a sweet, almost knowing smile on her face “You can use the elevator to take the boxes up floor 50, Mr.Stark will be waiting for you there miss”

Nodding, you gesture for Bucky to follow you out to the car. “Just in here” You pop open the trunk, letting him grab out the two tall boxes that hold the perfectly designed cakes. “Careful! Don't drop them” you gasp and want to reach out, being defensive of your designs.

Chuckling he smiles down at you “Dont worry doll, I got it. I’ll be very careful, lead the way” 

Sighing awkwardly, you close the trunk, pick back up your boxes and walk into the lobby, and to the elevator. “Thank you, I appreciate it really. I hate carrying this many boxes up and down elevators” You smile at him gratefully 

“Not a problem, I like helping out when I can” He assured “So, are you staying for the party? You certainly look dressed for one” You aren't sure, but you swear his eyes look you up and down appreciatively. 

“Oh- uh yea! I am. Stark invited me to stay for a bit… so I dressed up” chucking softly as you both step out of the elevator to see Tony Stark standing by a long table, with a few other people milling about the room, setting up other kinds of food, and snacks.

“Ah! There you are, come in. You can set up here” Tony gestures to the empty table he is leaning on “Ah- you brought a stray, hey terminator” Chuckling he pats Bucky’s left shoulder as he passes him towards the other side of the room

“Thank you Mr.Stark!” you call out as you and Bucky set the first of the boxes down “okay.. There are only a few more boxes so you are welcome to go about your business. I can handle the rest Bucky, but thank you again” 

Chuckling bucky bumps your shoulder with his “nonsense, i'll help you bring the rest up. Lets go” He nods and gestures towards the elevator. 

While you both got the last few boxes up to the party room, you and Bucky made small talk, mainly he asked about your bakery. What you sell, where it is, how much you sell, opening times, etc.

“Well, I enjoyed this doll” Bucky smiled at you, placing the boxes he held down on the table, “I gotta go get ready, but i’ll see you at the party? Perhaps for a drink?” He probed, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Yea.. it was nice to talk to you. I do hope to see you at the party Bucky” Smiling up at him, you wave a quick goodbye as you watch him leave. Squealing internally at getting the attention of a handsome avenger like Bucky.

You quickly shake your head, reminding you that you’re working and need to remain professional while setting up, you turn to start unboxing and setting up your sweet treats.

After a few minutes Mr.Stark announces that party guests will begin to arrive soon, and that we are each welcome to stay, mingle, and drink. 

Pulling out your phone you check your hair and outfit to make sure you look presentable. Doors opening and elevators dinging pull you out of your thoughts as well dressed, gorgeous people walk into the room.

Your breath hitches as you see Bucky Barnes walk in wearing a gorgeous all black suit that stretches and fits his muscles perfectly. You clear your throat as you see him walking towards you. “Hey doll! This is Steve and Natasha. And this is Y/N the baker I told you about” Smiling as he looks at you.

“Oh my. Hello! It's so nice to meet you both, truely!” You cough slightly to focus your mind on the conversation, and not on the fact that the Bucky barnes talked about you to his avenger friends. 

Natasha walks forward and gives you a gentle hug “Hello, it's nice to meet you. Love the outfit” winking she grabs one of your cookies and bites into it, humming sweetly at the taste “delicious, might just have to steal dessert before dinner hmm?” You blush deeply at the praise, smiling at them, as both Steve and Bucky grab a cookie as well.

“Damn doll, this is amazing! Gonna have to come visit your bakery” Bucky smiles at you, lightly bumping his shoulder against yours. 

“They are right, it’s very good” Steve nodded as he bit into his cookie. “Tony picked a great bakery”

Laughing sweetly, wanting to hide your blushing face. “Thank you..”

Natasha and Steve get dragged away by some agent or other person. Leaving you and Bucky alone beside the table. “So, how about that drink I promised you?” Bucky offers out his arm to guide you both towards the loaded bar.

“Such a gentleman, I would love a drink” smiling happily, you link arms with the broad man. “I’ll have a vodka tonic” you tell the bartender

“And I will have a whisky” Bucky’s smooth deep voice distracts you. You look over at him, smiling and admire his side profile. 

He turns to look at you “what? Do I have something on my face already?” He teases, running his hand across the light stubble that decorates his sharp jawline.

“No, sorry… didn't mean to stare” You say, awkwardly looking away from his face. Not meaning to make him uncomfortable.

“It’s alright, I mean only if I can admire you back, doll~” He reassures, moving forward just a bit, testing the waters to see how you respond. “Or perhaps a dance?”

You gape “a dance? With me, really?” looking up at him, seeing him already watching you “of course, I mean I would love to!”

Bucky smiles broadly “perfect, lets finish our drinks first. I already see those punks watching us” Chuckling he looks over to see, Natasha, Steve, Sam, Clint, and Tony indiscreetly looking over at you and Bucky. 

“Oh my- they are” you say, flustered “oh gosh”

Bucky chuckles gently, passing you your drink “don't worry, we don’t have to go over. But I assure you they are very nice” 

As you both grab your drinks, Bucky guides you two towards the group of avengers, settled on a set of couches. “You punks gonna keep staring?” Bucky teases as he smacks Steve on the back of the head.

“We weren't staring! Just amazed that the grumpy tin-man is actually smiling and talking to someone!” Sam teases as he holds his hand out to shake “I’m Sam Wilson by the way”

Bucky and you settle on the empty loveseat, talking and joking amongst the famous avengers. You anticipated feeling outcasted, left out, and awkward. But the group is very kind and welcoming, you still feel awkward and anxious, although that's normal everyday you.

You are pulled from your thoughts by Sam calling your name “you wanna hear a fun story about tin-man there?” Smirking, you quickly nod, much to Bucky’s embarrassment and displeasure.

“This grumpy old man once tried to bake. It did not turn out well” Sam laughs along with each of the other avengers, while Bucky groans loudly as he remembers that moment.

“It was late, and he tried to bake a cake for everyone as a thank you. We entered the kitchen to burning cake, that was literally ON fire, and a panicking bucky running around the kitchen” 

You laugh loudly, turning to look at bucky seeing blush appear on his face.

“I think it’s time for that dance you promised me doll” Bucky quickly stands up, offering out a hand for you to take. Smirking you take his hand “perhaps I just need to teach you to bake?”

As you both walk away, you hear the laugh of the avengers. “Ha ha- hilarious! Real funny punks” Bucky grumbles as he guides you towards the dance floor, filled with bodies moving and grinding to the beat of the song. 

“Sorry Bucky.. It was fairly funny though” you assure him, turning to face him.

“It’s alright doll, I’ve accepted I'm not a baker. Trust me, I haven’t tried since that incident” 

The music suddenly changes to a slower love song, and when you look at the DJ you see Tony Stark standing beside the DJ and smirking at you and Bucky.

“I guess that's my cue” Bucky grins at you, pulling you closer “Shall we dance now doll?”

Thank you so much for reading! this is my first fic I've written and posted. Constructive criticism is welcome <3