Alpha: After the events of Delta, Reader and Bucky’s comfortable life is put to an halt when an unknown threat comes to New York. (If you haven’t read Delta, please read thathere first.) NSFW!
A/N: Hella protective Bucky in this chap, y’all. ;) I hope you like it. - D.
Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Swearing. Graphic details of sex and sex acts (M/F). Angsty as heck. Alpha Bucky doing alpha stuff. Violence (alpha vs alpha). Scent kink. Biting kink. A/B/O dynamics. There’s also a sex gif. (If you’re uncomfy with any of these, keep scrolling.) Extremely NSFW.
A/N: There’s not much Bucky in this part but he his shirtless mmmhmm. Please give me some feedback if you time, hope you like it! Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes.
Pairings: Bucky X Reader
Prompt: Bartender Au / You’re not sure what started it but one thing is for sure, Bucky Barnes is a person you can’t stand and he’s not particularly happy with you either. What do you do when your feelings towards your annoying coworker during the preparation for your best friends’ wedding suddenly shift to a different direction, leaving you terrified.
‘’You never told me Bucky was a dork.’’ You slurred, licking your finger clean of the frosting you swiped of the extra cake you had picked up earlier that morning. You’re not sure what made you drop that sentence but somehow it was the only thing occupying your mind at the moment. ‘’Why not?’’
‘’He is a dork.’’ Clint responded, chuckling lightly at your drunken state before pouring milk into two glasses and sliding one over to you. You took a sip from the glass, smiling contently at the late night snack you had laid in front of you, a generous piece of chocolate cake.
summary: You attend one of Natasha’s office parties against your will and end up meeting a charming stranger who turns out to be the person who runs the company. (AU; CEO!Bucky)
characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (F), Natasha Romanoff word count: 928 (drabble series) warnings: none A/N: I just really wanted to write some shameless, pointless fluff… and I really missed writing for Bucky. Enjoy! Let me know what you think if you want to.
“Natasha, you said we’d only be here for an hour.”
You whine as you pulled the hem of your body con dress downwards to make it seem longer than it was. Your roommate convinced you to wear this dress that one was size down your usual so that it would “hug your curves in all the right places”, and though you didn’t think of it much before you left your apartment, about two hours later into Natasha’s office party, you were beginning to regret your decision.
Summary: Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader; ft. Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff
Word Count: 4,023
Warnings: Angst, violence, descriptions of blood and wounds
A/N: OOOOKAAAY. I feel like there’s a lot of info in this part, which makes me nervous, but also I hope you like it.
i’ve been working on this for a while and i just read it again and i’m into it! please let me know what you think/want for this bucky au! let me know!!
the united states political system was a mess. you’ve know that practically since you were born. your father always held a respected spot in the us government, but a respected spot wasn’t good enough. no, he wanted the respected spot in the government. your dad wants to be the president of the united states of america. you stood behind your father, during the first speech to launch his campaign, just like you have your whole life. for your whole 21 years of life, you’ve been trained to be the perfect daughter. shake hands and smile at every new person you meet. always talk to little kids. kiss babies. be a roll model for little girls. be what young boys want to marry. be the stereotypical washington bimbo. keep your head up, shoulders back, wave to everyone, never show fear. you remember that’s what’s your father told you when you were only 6 years old after he was announced a congress man and he was making his first appearance with his new job title. your whole life has been pearl necklaces, tight dresses, high heels, and built of self-esteem from the people around you. you were truly blessed to have the parents you have, and not because of the job titles. they cared deeply for you. as often as you believed you were just some puppet to make voters fall in love with your family, you were told how loved you are. your dad never went to a day of work without making you breakfast and kissing you on the cheek. no matter how busy he was he always made time for his little girl.
running for any position in government created tension with anybody. your father was adored by most, but also hated. but there was nobody that despises your father more than George Barnes. The two men have been on opposite sides for anything they have worked on throughout their long careers. George Barnes announced that he was running for president the same night your father was. your father automatically assumed someone had spilled with news to someone on George’s team, so he fired his whole staff and hired a new one. George had a son, James or Bucky, who was an only child just like yourself. anyone would just assume they two of you hated each other due to the rivalry between your fathers, but that was far from the truth.
Bucky collapsed beside you, coming down from his high. the two of you were a tangled mess in the sheets of Bucky’s hotel room bed. as the your breathing slowed down, you two looked at each other and smiled. Bucky placed his hand behind your head and pulled you in for a kiss then pulled you into his warm body and kissed your forehead. this was your favorite place to be, right in Bucky’s arms. the stress of the election, the news, the world, slipped away when Bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist.
“i love you.” he spoke, softly. he was running his hands through his hair, trying to fix it, while he spoke. his bright blue eyes looked right into yours and you smiled softly.
“i love you too.” your head was laid on his chest and you rubbed your hand over his upper body.
Bucky kept a smile on his face while he thought about you two. when you first met at a debate you two instantly clicked and snuck away. he was surprised to see an edgy side to you since the media had always pegged you as miss. perfect role model. but when you were on your knees for him in the men’s bathroom he knew they had no idea. Bucky had always envied you. Envied you in the way that your family didn’t use you as a pawn in their political game. You were useful to your father at all times, you guys had a relationship. Bucky was only useful to George when he needed to look good. Bucky never wanted this, the lime light. It stripped him away from having the most important things in his life. He couldn’t go anywhere alone, always needing a bodyguard or two. He couldn’t have two seconds of peace in his own home. The most important thing he couldn’t have, which a dearly wanted, was a real relationship with you. Bucky believed in love like no other. His mother had always told him wonderful stories about her and his father when they were young, ‘the good old days’ she’d call it, before George lost time for love. Bucky saw his own mother’s heart slowly break and he did not want his life to be like this. He wants to run away with you, run from all this stress, and be with you. The love of his life.
you lift your head up and place it in the palms of your hands. “what are you thinking about darling?” you ask.
he looks at your face. it still has the same effect on him now like it did almost a year ago. to him, you’re always glowing, constantly radiating light. you give everyone around you the sense of joy. Bucky, from the moment he met you, knew you were something special to him. he wanted you to be his wife, the mother of your children, the one he grew old with.
“you, my love. i’m always thinking about you.” he turned and looked at you. he kissed your forehead.
“i’d love to stay like this all day, but i have a dinner to get to with some new investors in the campaign.” you untangled yourself from his grasp and stood up, beginning to collect you clothes.
“off to play daddy’s little princess, are we?” Bucky smirked and you playfully rolled your eyes. “could you imagine what daddy would think of his little girl if he saw you like this?”
you rolled your eyes at Bucky’s comment as you fixed your hair back into a tight top knot. you rummaged through your makeup bag, which you always kept with you whenever you’d be with Bucky, and touched up your lipstick and mascara.