Rachel

» ONE: UNDERCOVER 3.4k

You are chosen for a long-term undercover assignement but getting along with the man you’re supposed to be in love with is a lot harder than you thought it would be.

» TWO: HOT AND COLD 4.4k

You and Chris finally get Silas’ approval to officially join his crew. The stakes are high now that you and Chris need to move in and act like a couple at all times.

» THREE: TROUBLE 3.9k

You have a heart-to-heart with Chris and shit hits the fan during one of Silas’ parties.

» FOUR: HEART-TO-HEART 6.6k

You hide with Chris in your room, unsure of your safety after what happened with Arturo’s friend and Chris’ reaction.

» FIVE: DOVE 5.8k

Chris takes you out without knowing someone else was tagging along. You have a feeling something bad is going to happen, you just don’t know when.

» EPILOGUE 3.8k

A little look into the future to see where Chris and his Dove are.

» BONUS CHAPTER: TONIGHT 2.2k

You had always thought unrequited love would feel like a knife to the chest, but in reality, it was more of a dull ache—persistent, lingering, and impossible to ignore.

Being the newest member of the Avengers was already overwhelming enough. You were constantly surrounded by people who had saved the world multiple times, and despite all your training, you couldn't shake the feeling that you didn't belong. That feeling only worsened when it came to Bucky Barnes.

Because how could someone like him ever look at you the way you looked at him? You weren’t Natasha, who moved like a shadow in the night. You weren’t Wanda, who could alter reality with a flick of her wrist. You were just… you. And Bucky? Bucky was Bucky. And that meant he was completely out of your league.

The first time you met Bucky, you had been so nervous that you'd nearly tripped over your own feet while shaking his hand. He had smirked, and you had wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Since then, things had only gotten worse.

Like the time you had walked into the gym, not realizing he was shirtless and dripping with sweat, and let out an embarrassing squeak before running away like a coward. Or the time you had been sparring with Sam and Bucky had walked in just as you got distracted—resulting in Sam flipping you onto your back with an obnoxious laugh.

Or, worst of all, the time you had tried to make conversation with him over breakfast and accidentally knocked your entire plate onto his lap. That one had been the worst. You had stammered out an apology, turning redder than a tomato, while he had simply chuckled and told you it was fine. Steve had given him a weird look after that, but you had been too busy internally screaming to notice.

It wasn’t that Bucky was mean. No, he was the opposite—patient, kind, always willing to offer you advice on the field. But that kindness only made it harder, because you were convinced that’s all it was. Kindness. If only you knew the truth.

Bucky Barnes was a patient man. He had spent decades waiting for freedom, for redemption, for peace. But waiting for you to see what was right in front of you? That was torture.

Because Bucky had fallen first. And Bucky had fallen hard.

He had noticed you the moment you walked into the compound, wide-eyed and nervous, clutching your duffel bag like a lifeline. He had noticed the way you hesitated before speaking in meetings, always second-guessing yourself. The way you muttered under your breath when training didn’t go as planned. He had noticed the way you looked at him, too.

At first, he had thought he was imagining it. But then there were the stolen glances, the way your breath hitched when he got too close, the way you’d go completely red when he so much as smiled at you.

It was adorable. Painfully adorable.

But somewhere along the way, your crush had stopped being one-sided. Somewhere along the way, Bucky had found himself watching you just as much.

Noticing the way your nose scrunched up when you concentrated. The way your laughter was always the loudest in the common room. The way you always waited for him to return from missions, even if you pretended it was just a coincidence.

The way you never seemed to realize just how incredible you were. You thought you weren’t good enough. That much was obvious. But to Bucky, you were already more than enough. And now, he just had to make you see it.

You had been training in the gym, trying (and failing) to land a proper kick when you heard the door open.

"That was… somethin’," Bucky teased as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

You groaned. "Please don’t say anything."

Bucky smirked, walking over to you. "You’re overthinking it," he said, stepping behind you.

"Here, let me help." Your brain short-circuited when his hands gently settled on your waist, positioning you properly.

"Keep your balance," he murmured, his voice close to your ear.

You barely heard him over the sound of your own heart hammering in your chest. When you finally managed to execute the move properly, you turned to him, beaming.

"I did it!" Bucky smiled.

"Told ya." Your excitement faded slightly as you looked down.

"Still… I have a long way to go." Bucky frowned.

"You know, for someone as smart as you, you say a lot of dumb things." Your head snapped up.

"What?"

"You’re always puttin’ yourself down," he said, shaking his head.

"But you don’t see yourself the way I do." Your heart stuttered.

"The way you do?"

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Doll, have you really not noticed?"

"Noticed what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky sighed. "I like you," he admitted, eyes locked onto yours. "A lot."

Your brain froze. "You—what?"

Bucky chuckled. "I like you," he repeated. "And not just in a ‘teammate’ kinda way."

"But… but you’re you," you blurted out. "And I’m just—"

"You," he interrupted firmly.

"And that’s exactly why I like you." You stared at him, completely speechless.

"You think I didn’t notice?" he continued, stepping closer.

"The way you look at me? The way you get all flustered when I’m around?" Your face was on fire.

"Oh my god, stop this is so embarrassing." Bucky chuckled, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.

"It’s not embarrassing, sweetheart. It’s cute."

You swallowed. "You… really mean it?"

Bucky nodded. "I'm falling hard for you," he admitted softly. Your breath caught in your throat.

"And if you let me," he added, "I’d like to prove it to you."

» PART ONE 5k

Getting to know Bucky isn't as easy as you thought it would be but it's ok, you'll wait for him and one day it'll pay off.

» PART TWO 4.1k

You and Bucky have fallen asleep while holding each other and it was the best sleep either of you have ever had but a misunderstanding creates problems.

» PART THREE 2.9k

Bucky can't stay away from you which is a good thing because you can't stay away from him either.

» PART FOUR 3.9k

Just as you and Bucky become so close that you can't seem to stay away from each other, Tony calls in an emergency meeting that will take you away from Bucky. You help Bucky through an anxiety attack.

» PART FIVE 4.7k

Bucky opens up to you about his past and his insecurities in a way he never have before.

» PART SIX 4.8k

During the mission, things go wrong and Fury counts on you to save the day. Even if it means leaving you behind.

» PART SEVEN 5.2k

The truth about your abilities and their consequences come out, making Bucky and Fury toe-to-toe.

» PART EIGHT 4.3k

You deal with the aftermath of the mission and Bucky makes you a promise you hope he never breaks.

» PART NINE 4.3k

Bucky shows you affection outside of your little bubble.

» PART TEN 3.8k

Now that your secret is out, Steve and Bucky train with you and you surprise them in more than one way.

» PART ELEVEN 3.2k

Bucky must deal with the consequences of his insecurities and jealousy.

» PART TWELVE 3.8k

Bucky is on a mission to get you to forgive him.

» PART THIRTEEN 5.7k

Your sole purpose is to protect Bucky, no matter what.

» PART FOURTEEN 5.6k

Bucky finally gets a chance to talk to you but will you have enough time to fix everything before it’s too late?

» PART FIFTEEN 7.4k

You promised Bucky that you would bring him back and you’re ready to do anything to bring him home to you.

» FIRST MISSION - DRABBLE 1.2k

The compound was usually dead silent this late at night but the sound of the tv in the common living area disrupted the silence he was so used to. It wasn't loud, a man's voice filled the room so softly as the screen showed some hands cleaning an old painting. 

On one side of the main couch he could distinguish the back of your head. 

His lips automatically formed a smile at the sight of you, that was your usual effect on him. But then, the smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. It was strange for you to be awake at this time of night. With your powers draining your energy at a fast pace, you were usually ready to drop dead whenever, wherever. 

"Hey, what are you doing up?" Bucky softly asked, trying not to startle you as he approached the couch, sitting close to you.

"Huh? Whaddya mean? It's like 10pm." You peeled your eyes from the screen for the first time since you had sat there after dinner around 8:30 to check your phone before looking at him. "3am… Oops." 

Bucky couldn't help but laugh at the face you made after your realization, making you smile at the sight. He looked exhausted and his hair was a mess, but watching him laugh was one of your favorite things. 

"Can't sleep? You look like hell." You asked, your hand reaching to gently brush some hair out of his face, tucking it being his ear. 

"Hot and full of sin?" He joked, leaning into your lingering touch where the pad of your thumb stroked the shell of his ear lovingly, the rest of your fingers gently scratching behind it.

His comment made your eyes roll, amused by his comment. He didn't want to talk about it, noted. At least he was okay enough to be joking.

"Wanna stay with me for a while?" You smiled at him, your hand now leaving his skin to grab the remote from your side.

"What are we watching?" Bucky directed his curious gaze to the screen, watching the video get restarted as he got comfortable beside you. 

"Uh… painting conservation. I discovered this channel last night and apparently I can't stop watching." You explained as you lifted your legs to rest them on his lap, his hands following to rest on top. 

"You spend too much time with Steve, doll." He concluded before paying attention to the man on the screen talking about why staples are bad for the canvas.

You smiled at his comment but didn't respond, your attention going back to the video and relaxing with the delicate brush of his fingers on your bare legs. 

You both fell silent after that, just enjoying each other's company. You didn't even register when his hands had stopped his ministrations but you did notice when his head fell to rest on your shoulder. He had fallen asleep about 15 minutes into the video.

A smile inevitably appeared on your face at the sight. You had never seen Bucky sleep since Steve brought him back from Wakanda, so it looked like you weren't moving from there tonight. 

Afraid to disrupt his sleep, you made yourself comfortable and carefully moved your arm to let his head fall to the side of your chest and drape it on his shoulders.

You felt Bucky stir in your arms and you unconsciously held your breath, thinking he was about to wake up. But he didn't. His free arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight. Still asleep. You let out the air you had locked in your lungs and allowed yourself to relax again. 

With Bucky adorably sleeping on top of you, you couldn't focus on the guy on the tv screen you had been carefully listening to for the past few hours. The lack of concentration and the weight and warmth of Bucky's thick and muscled body ended up lulling you to sleep too.

You were alone when you woke up, a blanket carefully draped on your body. Rubbing off the sleep from your eyes, you looked down to find a patch of already drying drool on your chest that had been previously covered by the blanket. 

The thought of Bucky waking up and being mortified of having drooled on you made you chuckle.

You looked at your surroundings as you got up when you saw the still steaming cup of coffee on the table with a note next to it. No sign of Bucky or anyone else.

Thanks for the best sleep I had in months, sorry for crushing you for hours. And for the drool. 

                                                       -B

You had slept through all of it, but Steve and Sam had found you both tangled with each other after their morning run and Bucky had woken up by the sound of a photo being taken. 

He would've strangled Sam, but when he looked at your sleeping figure, he only managed to untangle from your warm body while he whispered all types of curses and scowled at his friend.

Bucky kept cursing as he filled his cup of coffee while both Steve and Sam find amusement in his behavior and how red he was from blushing. While drinking his cup, he started to prepare one for you, just the way you liked it. It was the least he could do.

"Delete the photo, birdbrain or I swear I'll-"

When he turned around, Steve was already pushing Sam out of the kitchen, who was ready to further tease Bucky if it wasn't for their blond friend.

"He will delete it. Don't worry about it." Steve reassured him. "Training's in 20, by the way." He let him know with a wink before disappearing from his sight. Steve was one of the few people who didn't tease him about his evident crush and he couldn't be more greatful for it.

Bucky nodded and hurried to get a post it from the fridge door to leave you a message with your coffee and make sure you were tucked in before leaving for training.

On his way to the gym, his phone pinged.

Sam: make a move already, you two look cute. (I'll delete it, but I thought you'd like to have it ;) )

Bucky stared at the picture on his phone for way too long until Steve's Captain America™ voice coming out of the training area snapped him out of it. 

He wished you'd invite him to watch those videos again. Or anything, really. He just hoped to end up waking up in your arms again.

My Guardian, My Angel, My Love 🔥🌸🌧️- For the first time, Bucky gets to experience peace with his sweet angel

Heated Punishment 🔥 - Omega Bucky goes into heat, but his alpha isn’t too happy with him when he tries to hide from her

Change My Ways For You🔥🌸🌧️- One of the only girls in school that didn’t want Bucky Barnes was somehow the one he fell in love with

Fuckboy!Bucky NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Let Me Be of Service🌸- With your growing belly, it's a lot harder to take care of yourself. Luckily your husband is willing to do it for you

See What I See🔥🌸- Duckie shows you how much he loves your body after giving birth to little Bug - Part two of Let Me Be of Service

Plastic🔥 - Bucky uses a fleshlight for the first time

Let Them Hear🔥🌸 - Secret relationships are only fun for so long, so why don't you show everyone who you belong to cumming soon

How Can I Forget You🔥🌸🌧️ - Steve needs to get his best girl and best guy back Stucky x reader

Not Like This 🔥🌧️ - A night at the bar doesn’t go the way Bucky or you expected

When At First You Don't Succeed🔥🌸- Sometimes getting to the finish line is hard, but luckily you have the perfect partner to help you get through it cumming soon

Take It Off, Baby🔥- You made Bucky the happiest man alive when he finds out you started birth control cumming soon

Virgin!Bucky

Virgin Bucky Gets His First Blowjob 🔥- You give your boyfriend his first blowjob

More Virgin Bucky 🔥 - Bucky thinks about your movie night

Munch 🔥 - Virgin Bucky gets his first taste

This Magic Moment 🔥 - Vigin Bucky is no longer a virgin

Slip Up🔥 - While having fun with your boyfriend, an accident occurs, leading to another first for Bucky

Virgin Bucky NSFW Alphabet🔥

Drabbles

Bucky Loves his Girl's Tummy 🔥🌸

Glazed 🔥

Time🔥

Snatching the last bit of the beloved pastry right from the middle of the table.

“Damn it,” you muttered, crossing your arms when he chuckled. “You cheated.”

“Oh, yeah?” he smirked, making a show of taking a slow bite. Your eyes followed his tongue licking his lips and you pressed your thighs together without thinking. The bastard made eating look sexy and he didn’t even take a full bite. He was taunting you. “How did I do that?”

“You cheated by existing.” You gestured to him, your smoking hot husband in his black t-shirt and tactical pants. To the person who made those clothes, you saluted them. “And you have serum in your veins, so I’m pretty sure you don’t have to blink as much as I do and that’s an unfair advantage.”

He chuckled again, graciously passing over the last small bite of the pastry. Your eyes lit up in thanks, popping it in your mouth with a moan. It was true love to share food like that. “I don’t think that’s how the serum works,” he teased. “And you’re a goddess, so isn’t that cheating, too?”

“Okay, but I’m not actually a goddess,” you countered, though he did make you feel like one.

His eyes softened, leaning across the table and crooking his finger. “Yeah, you are,” he whispered, kissing your lips once you met him halfway.

Before you could deepen the kiss, a shrill voice rang out in the breakroom. “Sergeant Barnes! There you are!”

Bucky’s cheek twitched as he settled back in his seat. The voice echoing in the room would’ve been enough to make anyone wince, but his enhanced hearing made it worse. He worked hard to block out noises so he’d be comfortable, and your eyes instantly narrowed at the person who brought him discomfort.

You recognized her after a moment, a pretty woman who would likely fall out of her top if she sneezed too hard. She hadn't worked there long, but she had her eye on Bucky from the start. She always flirted with him, tried to stand close to him and push her chest close, and he always dropped in the conversation that he was a married man. Apparently she didn’t get the hint that he wasn't interested. Either that or she was into taken men.

“Hi, agent,” Bucky politely said.

“Agent. Always so formal,” she giggled, dragging a chair over from another table and taking a seat without asking. “I’ve been looking all over for you, Barnes. You're a hard man to track down.”

Bubbly agents didn’t bother you in the slightest. You appreciated anyone who could stay upbeat in the line of work you dealt with. It wasn’t the enamored look in her eyes either that bothered you because you understood people wanting Bucky and you were secure in your relationship. No, what bothered you was that he had clearly been kissing his wife and she pointedly avoided looking at you after interrupting. That was just rude.

It also bothered you how uncomfortable Bucky looked when she moved her chair closer to him, his shoulders stiff and smile not reaching his eyes.

“Been spending some time with my wife,” he said proudly, reaching across the table to take your hand. You dipped your head down with a small smile, your heart still doing that funny flip like it had since the moment you met. He even managed to clear out the room so you two could be alone. “We were just finishing up.”

She didn’t spare you a glance as she set a hand on his metal arm. His cheek twitched again, squeezing your hand. It took a lot of effort for you to not knock her back from the table for touching him without his permission. “Excuse me,” you began, your tone even. “I don’t-”

“Do you think you could spar with me later?” she cut you off and either didn’t see or ignored your glare, leaning forward in her seat to make her chest stick out more. Bucky didn’t look. “I’ve been having trouble with a couple of moves and you’re so good at them,” she added, her eyes on him like she wanted to eat him up.

Which wasn’t going to happen.

“I don't think…” he stopped when her fingers trailed higher.

“Please, Sergeant?” she pouted.

Your eyes went back to your husband to get a read on him and make sure he was okay. He wasn't. His smile still didn't look right and his back was ramrod straight. Squeezing his hand seemed to ground him since he breathed a little easier, though your anger was simmering.

“I, um, don’t mind sparring if you really need the help,” Bucky began, gently pulling his arm away. “But you interrupted my time with my wife.”

Her smile faltered while yours widened. Bucky didn't like anyone cutting you off, whether that was your time together or interrupting you speaking. “What?” she asked.

“Hi there. Been sitting here the whole time.” You wiggled your fingers when she finally looked your way. “Excuse us for a second,” you said, avoiding her stare the way she avoided yours. “Bucky, do you think you can wait outside? This agent and I need to have a little chat.”

Your husband looked like he was trying not to laugh and you would take laughter over discomfort any day of the week. “Be nice if you can,” he teased, pressing a featherlight kiss to your hand. “I love you, baby,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, something unspoken passing between the two of you.

Defending each other was second nature, always would be.

Bucky didn’t immediately leave the room when he stood up. Instead he rounded the table so he could bend down and kiss your mouth, too. You smiled as it lingered, your heart skipping a beat. “Don’t keep me waiting out there long, Mrs. Barnes,” he whispered.

“I won't, Mr. Barnes,” you teased, tucking some of his hair behind his ear.

Straightening up, he gave a small nod to the agent for her sake. “Come find me later if you still want to talk about sparring. Maybe I can find someone for you.”

“Okay, Sergeant,” she smiled, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. That look wouldn’t last.

You waited until Bucky was gone to face the agent, who stopped smiling the second your husband was out of sight. Leaning back in your seat, you crossed your arms and asked point-blank, “You trying to fuck my husband?”

The wide-eyed expression was priceless when she realized you weren't asking as a joke. “What are you... I just asked him to spar,” she tried to brush it off.

“Please, don't insult my intelligence,” you said. It was beneath both of you to do so. “I get why you want him. Besides being one of the sexiest creatures to ever exist, he’s a good man. Polite, probably treats you with respect. More than most of the men around here.”

She shifted away from you and nodded. “He's a nice guy.”

“He is,” you agreed. They didn't make men like Bucky anymore. “And I’m not going to tell you to stop hitting on my husband, but I highly suggest that you back off. At the very least, don’t throw yourself at him right in front of me. It’s sad.”

“Why?” She had the nerve to smirk. “Worried I’ll steal him away?”

You smirked, too. She had balls and you respected that, but this wasn’t a battle she’d win. “Steal him away? You make it sound like he’s a toy and he isn’t. He’s a man, my man,” you said, holding up your hand so she could get a good look at your wedding ring. “And you are not a threat in the slightest. Our bond is much stronger than that.”

Her smirk went away fast, replaced by something sad. You almost felt sorry for her until she said, “Jealousy isn't a good look on you. It’s kind of… ugly.”

You scoffed. If she wanted to play, you’d play. “Jealous of what? You hitting on a married man who doesn't want you?” you asked, not feeling guilty in the slightest when her face fell. “I’m not telling you to back off because I'm jealous. I told you that because you’re only going to embarrass yourself if you keep trying and you’re going to make my husband more uncomfortable than he already is. I don’t like people making my husband uncomfortable.”

An unspoken threat hung in the air long enough that she swallowed. “And how exactly did I make him uncomfortable?”

“Besides you hitting on him, you touched him without making sure it was okay to do so,” you answered, letting a bit of venom seep into your tone. Bucky went years without autonomy and consent was important to you. He suffered enough and didn’t need to deal with things like this. “I’d hope as an agent you’d be able to pick up on subtle body language cues enough to know that he didn’t want you touching him.”

“And how do you know he doesn’t want me touching him? Are you a mind reader or something?” she sneered, flicking a nonexistent piece of flint from her shirt. “If he really didn't want me touching him, he would've said so. And guess what? He didn't say a word.”

You saw red, your hands curling into fists. For her to ignore the nonverbal cues… “I know my husband. I know Bucky. He doesn’t want you touching him nor does he want to start anything with you because he’s extremely faithful. He won’t throw away a loving, trusting marriage for a quick fuck or doomed affair,” you stated. She bristled, but tried to recover. “If you make a pass at him, he’ll reject you. He’ll do it as respectfully as he can because he’s a good guy, but he will reject you. That’s a promise.”

“Because he loves you so much. Jesus, what makes you so special?” she spat, surprising you both. But the longer you looked at her, the more she deflated under your stare. “I mean… He doesn’t say much to me, but when he does it’s always about you. ‘My wife this’ and ‘my wife that’ and he’s always so… proud.” She shook her head. “Do you know how lucky you are?”

You did feel a little sorry for her now. Crushes hurt, but better that she hurt now and heal than to keep pushing and hurt more later. “I’m not special. We just love each other, that’s all. And, trust me, I’m aware that I’m very lucky to have him. Someone who gets me and will fight for and beside me,” you said, a loving smile touching your lips. You hoped Bucky was listening outside the door. “There’s a guy out there waiting for you, but that guy isn’t Bucky. So don’t lower yourself by trying to after someone who’s taken.”

She side-eyed you, crossing her arms over her ample chest. “And what if I don’t stop?” she asked.

You giggled humorously, all sympathy gone. The agent actually looked nervous at that sound and you were glad because you weren't going to play nice. “Well, if you don't back off, Bucky could make a complaint about you harassing him or at least request that you’re transferred. Maybe fired since you’re still in your probationary period,” you began, looking at your wedding band when she began to protest. “At the very least, I could have your schedule rearranged so you can spar with me. You see, Bucky taught me a few moves and if a bone or two breaks, well…”

It wasn't an empty threat either. Bucky loved fighting for you, but you could hold your own. It turned him on.

Her eyes darted to the door when you stood up and stretched. “Listen, you don't need to-”

“But do you know what I'm going to do for now?” you asked, cutting her off the way she cut you off. “I'm going to take my husband to one of the interrogation rooms and suck the soul out of his body through his incredible cock,” you smiled sweetly, taking pleasure in the sputtering sound she made. “And after he recovers, he’ll have the choice of bending me over the table and either eating or fucking my pussy. He’ll probably choose both. He’s pretty insatiable.”

She got to her feet, too, and you half expected to see smoke come out of her ears. “I don't need to hear–”

“What? Does hearing that Bucky is going to fuck me and not you make you uncomfortable?” you asked innocently before you got close to her. “Shove your tits in my husband's face again or touch him without his explicit consent, and I won't just make you uncomfortable. I’ll make your life a living hell.”

While you lost the staring contest to Bucky earlier, you very much won against this agent. She stood perfectly still and averted her gaze as you pushed your chair in. “Is that a threat?” she mumbled.

A cliche question, so why not give a cliche answer? “It’s a promise,” you smiled, heading to the door. “Oh, if he does decide to spar with you, I expect you to apologize and behave yourself. I’ll hear about it if you don't.”

Bucky leaned against the wall, waiting for you as you exited the room. He looked over the moon. “We’re going to one of the interrogation rooms, huh?”

You giggled, taking his hand as your cheeks warmed. “Of course, that's what you took from that.”

“How could I not?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Thanks, baby. I thought I dropped enough hints that she’d back off.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” you assured him. He deserved to be comfortable at work. If some guy kept hitting on you, he would've stepped in, too.

“You think she’ll back off now?”

“I think so, but you tell me if she doesn't,” you said. You’d keep an eye on her, too, just in case. And if she pushed again, you’d put her back in her place. Maybe you’d make her listen while Bucky fucked you. With his permission, of course. “So, which room should we go to?”

He chuckled, the sound a happy one in the hall. “Room B. We can be as loud as we want,” he replied, tugging you closer. “I’ll show you just how special you are to me.”

Heat filled your body, anticipating how good it would feel to have him fuck your throat and more. “My body is ready, Sergeant,” you teased, shrieking when he picked you up and ignoring the whistles from other agents that walked by.

They were used to the shenanigans of Mr. and Mrs. Barnes by now.

And you couldn't wait for more.

Just like we deserve a loving Bucky, he deserves love, too. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️