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request: “it’s bucky x reader where the y/n is like shy and has trust issues cus shes been through shit, she doesn’t really talk to anyone but bucky cus she’s comfortable with him. The scenario basically is them cuddling at night, he pulls her closer like nose touching and y/n sleepily says ‘i like it when u hold me close it make me feel safe’ and buckys like lowkey starstruck and its just cute shit lol ❤️❤️” @cc12-02
word count: 1.1k
You tiptoed down the empty hallway. The soft patter of your footsteps bounced off the walls. The moonlight shined through the windows and reflected off the marble floors.
The corridor was eerily quiet as compared to it’s usual bustling nature.
You got to Bucky’s door and placed your hand on the cold metal knob. “Someone’s up late.” You heard someone say from behind you. You jumped around, balling up your fists. You raised your hands, preparing to defend yourself.
“—hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, it’s me.” He said, grabbing your fists with his hands. You took a breath of relief when you realized it was only Steve. “I’m sorry, you just scared me.” You said, taking a deep breath.
He nodded, moving his hands away from yours. “So…you’re going to see Bucky?” He asked, curious as to why you were going to Bucky’s room at three in the morning. You realized what Steve was probably assuming the reason was. You looked down at your feet, feeling the heat beating off of your cheeks.
“I just umm…really need to talk to him.” You said, avoiding Steve’s gaze.
Summary: The team is close, obviously. They thought they knew everything about each other… until Y/N drunkenly admits to the team that she’s never had sex. And she’s eagerly waiting for that to change. Everyone is happy to step up to the plate, regardless of Bucky’s feelings for Y/N. Can he confess before it’s too late?
Pairing: Eventual Bodyguard! Bucky Barnes x Actress! Reader
Word Count: 1.5K
Chapter Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of stalking.
Author’s Note: Not Beta’d. All mistakes are my own. The story takes place in an alternative universe of 2019 where superheroes aren’t thing. Gif credit to @sebastianruinedme.
Summary: After getting a spot in Professor Barnes’s coveted writing workshop, you start to form a close relationship with your handsome new teacher. But Bucky Barnes is not who he appears to be, and once he has you where he wants you, he’s not going to let you go.
Warnings (for complete work): noncon, dubcon, sexual assault, daddy kink (not ddlg), voyeurism (hidden camera), blackmail, manipulation, age gap (reader is 21, Bucky is late 30s), student/teacher dynamic, physical violence, reader has history of physical and sexual abuse by a family member, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of campus rape (not reader), body image issues (reader has scars), ableism, smut/explicit sex (oral, vaginal, anal), unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!), choking, biting, breeding
A/N: Written for the @writing-in-the-dark-bingo challenge (bingo card at end of chapter). This one got away from me but there’s just something about creepy manipulative Professor Bucky that really does it for me. I apologize in advance for how messy this gets. Also, please heed warnings. This is a dark!fic and you are responsible for your own media consumption. 18+ only, no minors.
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Epilogue
Three Years Later
You’re walking through Washington Square Park when your phone rings; it’s Sharon, and you almost don’t pick up, but you know what it’s about.
“Hey,” you say. “So he’s out, then?”
“Yup. They released him last night. How are you doing?”
“I’m good,” you reply. “Just fucking pissed.”
“He’s a rich white guy with connections. There was no way he was going to actually do all the time he got.”
“I know, but two-and-a-half years for all of that? What a joke.”
“Look,” she says, “it could have been way worse for you. You know that. And he can’t come within 200 feet of any of us or else he’s going right back in.”
You sigh because she’s right, even though it doesn’t feel like it.
“Listen, I gotta run,” she says. “Call me if you want to have dinner next week. And I still want you to consider the internship over the summer. I know you wanted to travel with Zara after graduation, but Nat really thinks it would be good for you and I have to agree with her.”
“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask. Talk soon.”
Sharon hangs up and you make your way to class. After all this time, you’re finally in your last semester of college. Natasha had helped you transfer to NYU when you were finally ready to go back; she’d helped you with a lot of things you didn’t even know you needed help with. She’d confessed to you that she’d known some of the things Bucky was doing to his students over the years—not the full extent of it, but enough that she should have done something knowing how dangerous he could be.
You’re not bitter about it; she had suffered with him, too. Half the stuff he’d told you about their relationship—all the stuff about her using him and his family for money and connections—was complete bullshit, designed to elicit sympathy from you. Sometimes you feel like her charity case, but you really like her. She’s become a mentor and a friend.
Sharon you have a tougher time with. You go between blaming her and feeling kin with her. She suffered, too, you have to remind yourself, and she was the one who got rid of the evidence that could have put you in jail. You’d never known that her literary skills were matched only by her technical skills, but you’re grateful for it. Sometimes you hate her, but you always come around.
You have a date tonight—your second date with a guy you met at the coffee shop near your apartment. He’s very cute and very nice and very funny, but you’re not ready for a serious relationship. He doesn’t know about your past, but he does know that you want to take things very very slow, and he’s cool with that.
“I just like being around you,” he’d said. “No pressure.”
You head to your apartment to shower and change after class, and as you’re putting your makeup on you get a text from Zara.
Miami is awesome. Met a cute guy at the club last night. Probably gonna sleep with him. I’ll send you pics from the wedding xoxo
Zara is away for the weekend for her cousin’s wedding in Florida. She’d invited you to be her plus one but you’d thought it was a bit much. You could spend a weekend in your apartment alone. You were doing ok now, most of the time at least.
Your dinner date goes surprisingly well, and you think that maybe there could be something there—in the future, when you’re ready to open your heart up and feel feelings again. He walks you home but he doesn’t try to kiss you goodnight. Part of you wants him to, though, because you’re starting to feel like it’s time to let yourself live again. You haven’t had sex in three years. You’ve wanted to a couple of times, but you stopped yourself.
You’re still afraid, but your therapist (and Zara, and Sharon, and Nat) all say that you’ll know when the time is right. You say goodnight to the cute boy on your doorstep and walk upstairs, thinking that maybe that time is coming soon.
When you open the door to your apartment, the cold air from the open window hits you. You know you didn’t leave the window open. You never leave the windows open. You look over to the coffee table and see a dozen red roses in a vase. You turn on your heels and start to run but a cold metal hand clamps down over your mouth. Your nose is filled with him and his breath is hot against your ear.
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“I love what I’m doing on the screen, particularly now. The roles are getting richer and more interesting as I grow older — I’m very lucky. Or maybe there’s nobody left, at my age. I have no competition anymore because I am the oldest man on earth.”
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