#Sam’s done with your silent stares bucky

[nastybuckybarnes]

Car Rides

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Road trips are usually pretty boring, but you and Bucky find a way to pass the time.

Warnings: Smut, Public sex, Car sex, Language, Fluff, Mutual Pining,

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: I got this request AGES ago apparently and I'm only just seeing it now! hope y'all enjoy!

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"Can you move your seat up?"

There's a brief pause, almost like Sam's thinking about it, before - "no."

Silence hangs heavily in the car for a long moment as Steve drives and you can't help but feel bad for Bucky.

He's squished in behind Sam, While you've got a decent amount of room behind Steve.

"We can switch, if you want?" You offer quietly, nudging Bucky's knee with yours.

"Steve's not stopping the car just so Terminator can feel more comfortable," Sam interjects, ignoring the ice of Bucky's stare.

"I'm sure we can switch spots while he's driving. We've done far more on missions with less room, I have faith. Unbuckle your seatbelt."

"Yes ma'am."

You take off your own seatbelt, ignoring Steve's warning look in the rearview mirror.

"Okay, I'm gonna climb over you in the middle seat so when you scoot over I'll climb over and then we'll be set!"

Foolproof! Brilliant!

Bucky scoots over to the middle and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself, then grab his shoulders and stretch one leg over his lap.

Steve chooses that particular moment to hit a bump in the road, sending you tumbling into Bucky and forcing his face into your chest.

Your shirt of choice today is fairly low cut, leaving little to the imagination, even less now that Bucky's face is pressed to your goods.

Regaining your coordination feels like it takes a lifetime, but you eventually manage to pry your boobs out of Bucky's face and plop down in the seat behind Sam.

Your heart hammers in your chest and you avoid looking at Bucky with all your might as you put your seatbelt on.

It's no secret that there's tension between the two of you that has only been growing the more time you spend together, but now? Now that you pretty much forced him to motorboat you?

Horrible. Stupid. The worst idea you've ever had ever.

You almost pray for the car to roll off a cliff to save you from the embarrassment licking up your spine.

The ride is silent for a little while, with some of Sam's music being the only thing stopping it from being too heavy, and soon his soft snores accompany the tunes.

After maybe about half an hour, Bucky's knee brushes against yours once briefly, then rests against it more firmly, with purpose.

Your gaze darts over to him but he's got his eyes focused out the window. You let your eyes fall to where he's manspreading into your personal space, and freeze when your eyes land on the bulge in his pants.

The bulge that certainly was not there before the two of you switched spots, not that you looked.

And now you can't tear your eyes away from it.

Sure, all this time the two of you have been flirty and a little more than friendly, but never to this extent.

Your eyes raise to his face once more and your heart stops for a moment when you meet his gaze.

You're caught now.

Swallowing hard, you glance at his crotch once more then turn to look out your own window, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt at fighting the warmth that's quickly spreading.

Bucky rolls his window down, and the light mechanical whirring sound masks the soft gasp that leaves you when his hand lands on your thigh.

You glance down at where his hand is, watching as his fingers flex as he squeezes your supple flesh.

Your body acts on its own, thighs spreading slightly and giving him the green light he needs to slide his hand up closer to your centre.

Eyes focused on the rearview mirror, you slowly grab Bucky's discarded jacket and drape it over your lap while spreading your legs further, successfully hiding his fingers as they dust over your core.

"Cold?" He asks, glancing at you as he slides his hand down your pants.

You swallow hard and nod, leaning back and breathing through your mouth as he slides a thick finger through your folds.

"With the window open it's a little breezy, but the fresh air is nice," you whisper, breath hitching when he rubs your clit gently.

He nods his agreement, coating his middle finger in your essence then slowly pushing it inside of you.

"Clears the head."

You nod, eyes falling shut as he begins a steady pace, pushing on your walls deliciously slow.

"Exactly," the words are a mere breath on your lips as you lose yourself in the feeling of him.

He leans his head back, his eyes focused on your face as he massages your walls, pulling his finger out only to push two right back in.

He watches as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, brows furrowing as you try your hardest to stay quiet through the slow building pleasure.

It's almost torturously slow, and he knows that, but watching your small twitches and movements has Bucky's dick growing hard enough to cut diamonds.

"We got a good day for this, huh?" Bucky asks, grinning when you struggle to open your eyes.

"Yeah it's... good... it's really good," you whisper, eyelids fluttering slightly before you finally raise your glassy eyes to his.

"I could go for a snack soon though, something sweet to eat."

"Mhmm," you let out a soft moan of agreement as he slips a third finger inside you, pumping them in and out at a slightly faster speed than before.

Not fast enough to draw attention to the two of you, but fast enough for you to be struggling to keep still.

"Next gas station isn't too far out. They probably won't have much but we can stop there to grab a snack and stretch," Steve's voice says from the front seat, his eyes glancing at you and Bucky in the rearview mirror before focusing on the road again.

"Sounds good to me," Bucky says, his voice low and his mischievous eyes focused on you as you nod your agreement.

You dig your head back into the headrest, toes curling in your shoes as his palm rubs against your clit with every thrust of his fingers inside of your wet heat.

He stretches your walls deliciously, enhanced senses picking up the tangy sweet smell of your cunt on every gust of wind that blows through the car.

He can't help but lick his lips, greatly looking forward to tasting you once he's finished enjoying fingering your tight snatch.

Eyes slowly opening, you let your head roll to the side eyes finding his as you breathe softly through your mouth.

He grins cheekily at you and stuffs his fingers inside of you a little harder, watching in smug satisfaction when your face screws up with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

The car slowly rolls to a stop and Steve lets out a groan.

"All right. I'm gonna stretch my legs and grab a snack. Are you guys coming in?" Steve's eyes find Bucky's as he opens the door.

Sam jolts upright with a groan, rubbing his face then yawning and pulling off his seatbelt.

"I'm gonna come inside," He says groggily, stumbling out of the car and stretching.

"I think we're good back here, she's falling asleep," Bucky whispers, giving your clit a particularly rough rub before pulling his fingers out of you.

Sam and Steve head into the gas station, and as soon as they are out of sight Bucky is tossing the jacket off of your lap and yanking your pants down your legs.

He licks his fingers clean while using his other hand to undo his belt and shuck his pants down his thighs, exposing his weeping hot cock.

"We don't have much time, sweetheart, better make it count. N'when we get to the cabin I'll fuck you nice and slow and proper," he promises quietly.

You straddle his waist once more, wet core dripping onto his lap and Bucky can't help but hiss when he slides his aching cock through your folds.

He rubs your clit a few times then slides inside in one quick thrust, pressing his mouth to yours to swallow the sound of your moan.

With the window open, you guys aren't exactly safe. Anyone could drive or walk by and Sam and Steve will likely only be gone for a few minutes.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby... shit..."

His voice is strained as you begin rocking your hips in his lap, eyes squeezed shut as the tip of his cock drags across your g-spot.

Rather than let you have your fun, he flips you onto your back in the back seat of the car and hammers his hips down to meet yours, his lips trailing over your throat as you moan softly at the new angle.

He's hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and kissing your cervix with every other roll of his hips.

The pleasure and pain mix and make your head foggy, and it doesn't take long for your toes to curl around Bucky's hips and your climax to creep up on you.

Metal fingers toy with your clit with expert precision, and within only a few moments, your walls are clamping down around him and successfully milking him of his cum.

He lets out a few shuddering breaths as his own orgasm washes over him, balls tight as he pumps you full of ropes and ropes of thick white cum.

His head rests on your chest for a moment, breathing you in as he basks in his high, and then he's carefully pulling out of you and yanking his pants back on.

You, on the other hand, are stuck on your back as aftershocks wrack your frame.

Chuckling softly at his handy work, Bucky helps you back into your pants then pulls you up into his arms.

You collapse against his chest when he leans back against the door, cuddled in his arms as much as you can in the cramped backseat of the car.

He holds you gently, his own eyes closing as he relaxes into his post orgasmic bliss with you.

Your heart is racing even minutes later when Sam and Steve return to the car, each climbing in quietly when they see the two of you curled up together.

Steve sets a grocery bag full of snacks and drinks down on the floor in the backseat, then turns the music on quietly and starts driving, oblivious to what's just gone on.

As he drives you settle against Bucky, falling asleep gently while his load drips out of your swollen cunt. A mess he plans on thoroughly cleaning up as soon as you reach your destination.

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[cloudystevie]

take my heart and start a fire

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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader

word count || 4566

summary || sam and nat play cupid

warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, one bed trope, enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, degradation, teasing, dry-humping, daddy kink, pussy slaps, dacryphilia, begging, asphyxiation, unprotected sex, aftercare

author's note || 18+ ONLY. hello, one-bed trope with bucky lives in my mind rent free and i decided to do something about it. enjoy! not proof-read yet. feel free to comment, reblog, and send me requests!

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“Alright, we got two rooms, one with just one bed and one with two beds. Should be enough to cover us tonight.” Sam claps his hands together as Bucky slowly walks up to the group. 

This was supposed to be a quick in-and-out mission. It was not easy by any means, but it was nothing the group hadn’t done before. You weren’t even supposed to be here. Usually, you did most of SHIELD’s groundwork, directing and organizing missions alongside Maria. However, due to issues with communication with one particular agent in the previous mission, Fury had instructed you to be on-site to ensure there would be no gaps in the instructions Maria and Steve were relaying. 

Except there was a gap. There was a gigantic gap in communication when you instructed Bucky to cover the cargo trailers in the westbound direction. Still, he decided you were wasting his time, so he left the trailers unattended, where the enemy was then able to take advantage of his isolation and overpower him. Had Natasha not interfered when she did, you did not even want to think about what could have happened. So you let him know just how pissed off you were the whole ride to the nearest motel since the world decided to unleash torrential rain at this very moment which made it impossible for you guys to navigate the jet out of whatever fucking city you were in. 

Bucky didn’t say a single word. Not when you were yelling at him while patching him up. Not when you wouldn't shut the fuck up because he never fucking listened. Not when you were running into the beat-down motel with its flickering sign on its last life while still screaming at him. 

He just stared at you. And he occasionally clenched his jaw. 

This wasn’t the first time Bucky disobeyed your direct order and it wasn’t the first time he got hurt because of that. You understood him, tried to initiate kindness, and extended a friendly hand toward him. But all he ever did was stare at you. He never spoke to you more than he absolutely needed to. He never paid any attention to you when you would hang out with Steve, Sam, or even Nat and Wanda. And it did sting you just a bit. A pang in your heart every time he walked past you like you didn’t exist because you had developed a crush on him since the first time you saw him a few months ago. When you would put a little extra effort into your appearance every morning because he made you feel little butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach every time you would even cross paths. 

When you did catch him staring at you, the weight of his eyes unmistakable, your heart rate would increase to match the flutters in your stomach, your cheeks heating under his gaze. He would look away immediately as if thrown out of his trance and catapulted into what he truly felt for you.

Disdain. Disgust. Maybe a little lust. 

God, you hated Bucky Barnes. You hated how you didn’t hate him, not even when he dismissed you somehow even more than he ignored everyone else. 

You were going to share a bed with Nat. Bucky and Sam could get the room with two beds because, of course, that was a reasonable conclusion. 

Apparently fucking not.

“I am not sharing a bed with him!” you screeched at Sam and Nat indignantly while the smug pair stood with faux innocent expressions. They needed you and Bucky to sort out whatever tension was between them by any means necessary.

They stayed silent, and you, ever the chatterbox today, decided to refuse. “Nat, I can’t sleep in the same room as him. He hates me! I can’t sleep when I’m stressed!” You whined, pleading with your best friend to take some pity on you. She knew better than anyone what you felt for Bucky, and she also knew love better than anyone when she saw it. 

Sam and Bucky walked a few steps ahead as you approached your door. 

“Sweetie, you and me are the only ones keeping up comms with Steve and Maria. It makes sense for us to be split up tonight so we can at least direct these morons at the same time and handle any issues faster than we’d be able to if we shared a room and they were in the other one.” Natasha knew she was right, and Sam fought back a smirk as their plan was falling into fruition, given the look on your face.

Bucky remained quiet as if he could not possibly care less if you slept on top of him in bed or a ditch.

You were this close to wishing the latter was your inevitable fate. 

“I hate it when you’re right.” As you approach the doors, you mutter and watch Sam take out the room keys.

Sam offers a small smile as Bucky walks in before you, patting you on the head and giving you a forehead kiss, “sweet dreams, pumpkin,” before shutting the door behind you as you roll your eyes.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Bucky’s voice cut through the uncomfortable silence that had fallen after the lock clicked. His voice was raspy because he hadn’t used it in a while, and you barely held back the shiver that ran down your spine at his tone. 

You take one look at the fraying carpet and decide that it has been years since this floor had some TLC. You look up at him to find his heavy-set eyes already on you, “I’m not sleeping on the floor either.” 

His jaw clenches, and another unreadable emotion swirls in his eyes as he replies, “Guess that settles it, then.” 

You roll your eyes and huff out that you’re jumping in the shower, not waiting for his reply- not that there was one. The water takes a while to warm up, and in the meantime, you peel your clothes off of yourself, dirtied by rainwater and the dirt, debris, and sweat that had accumulated earlier. You step into the shower and try to enjoy the feel of warm water cascading over your sore body. 

You rarely made it onto the field as you genuinely preferred doing the background work, planning missions, writing up plans and procedures, assigning responsibilities to each Avenger and guiding them through the field while you stayed at the headquarters. Your muscles were undoubtedly aware of that fact, as you had to do a lot more hand-to-hand combat due to Bucky’s stupid mistake.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander towards him, knowing you were completely bare just 10 feet away from him, how he would grunt in exertion and deliver calculated blows to his opponent. He was precisely your type: tall, brooding, broad shoulders, thick thighs. He didn’t speak that much, but his words were carefully weighed every time he did. He was so grumpy all the time, such a masculine man. You just loved it. 

You tried not to think about how he didn’t feel the same. And also about the fact that you would be sharing a bed with him. 

The water grew cold, and you realized you had been in the shower for upwards of twenty minutes. You shut off the water and wrap yourself in one of the towels provided by the hotel. You pulled out your pyjama set since there was a possibility that you would have to stay somewhere tonight due to the heavy rain. You didn’t think you were sleeping with Bucky, or you would have grabbed something a bit more conservative. You slip into the white tank top and shorts with a dainty floral design. You mentally prepared yourself to make a bee-line for the bed so you wouldn’t have to face Bucky while wearing next to nothing. 

A few feet away, Bucky was scrolling through the shitty channels playing on the shitty TV, ignoring the way his heart raced when the bathroom door unlocked and you emerged from the small room. He tried so hard not to stare at your outfit, unable to ignore the way all the blood in his body rushed to his dick when your tiny shorts rolled up even higher as you innocently bent over to check over your work laptop for any updates. 

“You really gonna wear that?” He scoffs and immediately realizes it didn’t exactly come out as playful as he would have liked. He winces at himself as you put the laptop back into its case and turn around to face him, and he can't stop himself from quickly glancing over your body. 

Crossing your arms under your chest, unintentionally drawing his attention to your tits, you scoff at him. “If I knew I was gonna be stuck in this shithole with you, then I would have made sure to wear a fucking hazmat suit.” 

“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not gonna bite.” He smirked, finally deciding on a channel he liked and turning his attention to it as you stood and stared at him, mouth open because out of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them, especially not with the flirtatious lilt to his voice. 

“Do not- do not tell me to relax! And don’t call me that! And- and ugh!” You retort weakly, strutting the few steps it took to get to the other side of the bed, 

Bucky licks his lips as you lay down next to him with your back towards him. Still huffing and puffing like the brat you were. 

He snorts at you, glancing at his watch and turning the TV off. 

“Do not snort at me, James.” Your voice comes out sharp, and he snorts again. 

“Tell me again what I can’t do, sweetheart? " he asks in a mockingly sweet voice. It makes you sick to your stomach.

 With desire.

You ignore him and tug the small comforter towards you, the bed suddenly feeling really small, with Bucky’s large frame taking up more than half of it. 

“Quit stealing the covers.” He grunts out, tugging them back towards him and leaving you bare and exposed to the cool air of the room. You gasp and sit up., using all your force to pull the covers back towards you, and even though you both know he let go, you still stick your tongue out at him. 

He grumbles something under his breath, and you smile victoriously. You’ll let the covers go eventually; you need to bask in your victory for a few minutes. Your mind begins to relax as you snuggle into the bed before you hear a sharp exhale, and somehow, you go from facing the dim wall to being pinned under Bucky. His frame entirely dwarfs yours, and the only light filtering in the room was the street lights and moon, the thin curtains doing nothing to block the shine. You shriek as you’re manhandled so quickly and forced to look into Bucky’s now dark blue eyes.

“Enough. I’ve had enough.” He growls, his hand pinning both your wrists down, and you have to fight yourself to keep in all tells of how aroused you are by the situation. 

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he continues. “Didn’t shut up for two hours straight. Always think you’re right. Always act like you’re smarter than everyone. Always fucking teasing me with your slutty fucking outfits.” He looks down at your tank top, almost angry when he sees your nipples poking through the thin material, but he doesn’t give you a chance to say anything.

Because now, Bucky’s talking. And he’s going to make sure you hear each and every word. 

“You think I don’t see the way you look at me?” 

A squeak escapes your lips as he presses his body down on yours.

“You think I can’t hear the way your heart rate picks up when I’m around?” His head drops lower, and his voice drops even lower, pulling a whimper from your parted lips. Your mind is spinning as you realize you may not have been as discreet as you thought you were. You entirely forgot to consider the fact that Bucky is a supersoldier, with enhanced hearing.

His rumbling voice cuts through your flurry of thoughts, “You think I can’t fucking smell you?” He practically sneers at you, and you must be a sick, sick person with the way you’re sure you’ve never been more wet in your life. “You think I can’t smell the way you drip from this little pussy every time I walk in the room? Every time someone mentions my goddamn name? I can smell her right now sweetheart. You like me forcing you down don’t you?” His breath fans over your face as you’re forced to focus on him, his body and his scent and his voice overwhelming you. Your body shudders when he gently rocks his crotch against yours, your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“What baby? Cat got your tongue now? You were being such a brat to me earlier.” He grunts, squeezing your cheeks and jaw in his free hand as you subconsciously buck your hips against his. 

“Bucky please…” You whine, squirming against his impenetrable hold. 

He smirks, “what’s wrong honey? You haven’t been this quiet or polite all day.”

“You- you’re being such a meanie! You knew the whole time and just never did anything about it!” You whine, your voice catching in your throat with each languid rock of his crotch angled perfectly against your clit. 

He laughs in your face and takes in the sight before him, your head thrown to the side as your chest heaves, your hips moving in tandem with his, your pouted lips swollen from being bitten so often. You were even more gorgeous like this and Bucky didn’t know that was possible.

“I wanted to see if you’d break first. But then, you just had to walk in here wearing this pathetic excuse of a pyjama set. And I just had to have you honey baby.”

You look back at him, a fiery expression in your eyes, “I don’t think that’s the real reason. I think you just wouldn’t be able to handle me. I think you can’t fuck me the way I need to be.” You spit back, not wanting to submit without a fight despite knowing that was exactly the direction this was going. 

In an instant Bucky’s metal hand was on your throat, squeezing enough to make your eyes blur for a second as you let out a whimper. “Is that right honey? You think I’ve never dealt with a rotten brat like you before? I know you pretend to put up a fight, I know you’re two strokes away from cumming all over yourself just from a little dry-humping. I know brats like you crave attention, but baby when you finally get it you better not run away? You got that?” He asks earnestly, his eyes locking on yours. 

“Do your worst James.” 

The second the words leave your mouth, his lips are on yours. The kiss is unlike any you’ve had before, it’s immediately messy and passionate, his tongue sliding in yours as he takes the lead, swallowing all your mewls and whimpers, finally letting go of your wrists and your fingers immediately go to his cropped hair, tugging on the short strands as he dominates you. You scramble to pull your shorts down but his hands flick your wrists away, giving you a glare.

“Did I say you could take these off, huh slut?” 

You whimper and shake your head no, finding yourself wanting to submit to him all too quickly.

He slides his briefs down to reveal his cock. You actually drooled a little at the sight of his length and girth, with beads of pre-cum glistening in the dim light of the room. You can’t control yourself as your hands go to wrap around his length, barely able to hold him in your hands as he hisses, bucking his hips into your hands before swatting them away once again.

“You don’t get to touch honey baby. Not yet at least. You yelled at me for hours today, it really hurt my feelings you know.” He muses, beginning to rub his length against your white shorts that are completely drenched through, your pussy sensitive and responsive. “I don’t think you deserve to be fucked sweetheart. You deserve to have this cunt rubbed on and came on. Just used like a cum rag.” He goes a little further, reading your reaction and when your back arches as much as his beefy body allowed you to, he knows you liked it. 

“Please James please I’m sorry, I’ll be good I swear!” You whine, your voice rising in pitch as his bare cock slides up and down the length of your pussy, and even through the layer seperating you, it was euphoric.

“I dunno honey, might have to beg and cry a little more and I’ll see how nice I’m feelin’ tonight.” He smiles cockily, knowing he’s got you exactly where he wants you. Almost instantly your eyes are watering as you clutch his biceps, morphing your features into big doe eyes and pouted lips, jutting your chest out in an attempt to persuade him further. “I’m sorry for bein’ a brat and yelling at you. I’m sorry for talking back and- and I need you James. Need you to fuck me please I wanted it for so long!” You drag your sentence and bite your lip, tears spiling onto your cheeks. 

He inhales sharply at the sound of your begging, stilling his hips for a moment as he restrains himself from cumming before he’s even seen your bare pussy. And in the next second he ripping your shorts to shreds, making you shriek and you can’t even get a reaction out before he spits onto your already soaked cunt, watching his spit mingle with your own arousal. You moan at the feeling, your hold twitching and practically begging to be filled. 

Bucky breathes in your scent since it envelopes his nostrils without any restrictions for the first time. When he opens his eyes again and sees your hazy expression he decides he can’t wait. He’s not gonna take it slow because he needs to feel you clench around him right now. His flesh index finger teases your pulsing hole, shoving the tip of his finger inside you as you whine, legs spreading for him on instinct. “Fuck she’s just begging to be stuffed isn’t she? Just aching to have my cock stretch her open.” He groans, dropping his forehead to yours as you chant breathy yes’s, mouth falling open and tears continuing down your face as he finally spreads you open on his cock. 

You have never felt so full in your life. Bucky was absolutely larger than average, in all ways. And it was exactly what you had been craving. He moans as you clench around him, your hole trying to push him out but pull him in at the same time. Before you know it he’s balls deep inside of you, your cream coating the hairs at the base of his length as you moan loudly, uncaring of the fact that Sam and Natasha were just a paper-thin wall away.

Your nails dug crescents into Buckys bulging biceps as he allowed you both a few moments to adjust to each other. “Oh my god Bucky you’re so- I’m so full.” Your words are breathy and slurred, and Bucky presses a kiss to each of your cheeks as he slowly grinds his hips into yours, not fully thrusting yet. 

“You know I want this to be more than just a quick fuck. When we get back I wanna take you out, wine and dine you properly.” He whispers against your lips, his hands and voice gentle compared to his earlier disposition. 

You nod your head in agreement, “I want that too Bucky, but I need you to fuck me right now.” 

He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling almost entirely out of you, allowing your hole to stretch around his tip before he slams into you, making your back arch and all the breath from your lungs dissipates. You squeal his name as he begins fucking into you with little care to be gentle. Your hands scramble to hold on as the headboard slams into the wall with every push and pull of his hips.

“I thought you said I couldn’t handle you honey baby. But look at you now, so stupid on my dick and just taking what I give you.” He mocks you, his metal hand finding its way to your throat once again and squeezing, relishing in the way you cunt clenches against him when he does. You cry out louder than before and he hisses, slapping his palm over your mouth. He grunts through clenched teeth, “shut the fuck up. You want Sam and Nat to hear you crying for my dick huh? What would they say if they saw strong and independent you, stretched open and cock-drunk, pinned under me and crying for me?”

Your eyes clench shut as your words are unintelligible and muffled by his palm. He coos at you and clicks his tongue, making you shiver. “Don’t think too much honey baby, just take it. This is what you’re meant to do, not be a brat. Just take my cock.” He groans, speeding up his thrusts as the sound of skin slapping skin and your wetness squelching fill the room. 

Your chest begins heaving as the oxygen to your brain takes more effort to get there. You were being propelled to your orgasm as you begin chanting the fact, your voice so pornographic and unlike your own but you can’t even find it in yourself to be shocked.

“‘M gonna cum, m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum please Daddy please!” The words leave your lips faster than you can process, and what was about to erupt into the most powerful orgasm you have ever had, was left denied and unsatisfied and you cried out, beginning your protests when Bucky flipped you around, your back to his chest as he shoved himself back inside of you. He pulled you up by your hair and brought his lips to your ears, his cock hitting an even deeper angle as you struggled to keep up.

“What did you call me?” He growls, not letting up his thrusts but expecting you to answer.

Your brain struggles to process his words, but once you do you’re quick to realize you let the word you often used in your fantasies about Bucky slip. You immediately apologize, thinking he must be off-put by your lewdness. 

He cuts your scrambled apologies off with his heavy voice, “say it again. That’s what you’ve been really dying to call me isn’t it. Just needed Daddy to take what he needed from you didn’t you?”

“Oh fuck.” Your head falls against his chest as he wraps his bicep around your throat, forcing you upright, “yes Daddy, needed my Daddy to take care of me.” You slur out, Your hands clutching his bicep as his metal fingers begin playing expertly with your throbbing clit. 

“That’s right slut, I’m your Daddy. I’m your fucking Daddy.” He impales you on his dick, his cock reaching all the rights spots as your brain truly begins to leave you, all you can do is succumb to the pleasure Bucky is inflicting on you. Your pussy clenches harder than it has before as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, you try to run from it but Bucky’s strong hold doesn’t allow you to move even a slither away. 

“Oh what does this little pussy clenching mean huh? Tell Daddy baby, tell Daddy what it means when I feel you clench around my cock huh? You gonna cum? Gonna make a mess all over yourself like the stupid little toy you are?” His voice is breathless in your ear as he nears his own high, your body shaking as your high begins building to impossible heights. 

You slur out something that resembles his title and an exclamation that you’re gonna cum, and his metal hand slaps your clit once, and then twice, his gravelly voice in your ear degrading you, and your high explodes from your body. You feel it everywhere as you don’t register anything except for pleasure. Pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Bucky drops his forehead to your shoulder, muttering your name through clenched teeth as he calls you a good girl, before stuffing you full of his cum. Thick white ropes paint your swollen walls and it only amplifies your high as you struggle to breathe, your mind and body overwhelmed and overstimulated as Bucky pumps you full of his cum. 

He gently lets you down and your limp body manages to cling onto him, needing to feel him close to you as you reel from your explosive orgasm. He shushes you, kissing your forehead, cooing at you, praising you. Everything you need to avoid experiencing a negative subdrop since he did just put you into such a submissive mindset. 

It takes a couple minutes of his tender words and touches for you to come back to yourself, and when you do he smiles sweetly at you. Pulling out of you and shushing your whines, as he reaches over to his nightstand where there were a few clean hand towels, and he cleans you up, mindful of your sensitivity and he places a kiss right above your clit, his beard scratching the sensitive button making you shudder and mewl. 

He wraps you up in his arms and pulling you closer, nuzzling your cheek with his nose as you blink at him. 

“I was being serious you know, I don’t want this to be a one and done thing. I wanna be yours, if you’ll have me.” He adds, his voice trailing off and you put your hand on his stubbled cheek before pressing your lips to his. 

“That’s all I’ve wanted since I first saw you.” You say softly, basking in being so close to him and having all his attention on you. 

He smiles brightly, pressing his lips to yours with more fervour and flutters in his heart. “You’re mine now sweetie, stuck with me forever. No return policy.” He teases. 

“I think you’re the one who’s stuck with me after you just dicked me down like that. No way am I getting rid of you.” You mumble sleepily, clinging to him as he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and watching you slip into a dreamland state.

For the first time in years, Bucky sleeps a full eight hours. And he wakes up with you by his side.

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The next morning, when it’s 9 AM, and you waddle onto the jet, Bucky tailing close behind you, a hand on your back to support your weight, Natasha and Sam share knowing looks, and Sam quickly texts Steve and Tony. He let them know they were on their way, and they owed him and Nat 100 bucks because their plan worked.

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[lanabuckybarnes]

Kitty Cat

Bucky is compromised during a mission, sending him back into the mindset of the winter soldier. When he makes a break for it he ends up back at your house. Who will help him revert?

The winter soldier is the reason your cats sleep in the bed.

Pairing: Winter soldier (Bucky Barnes) x Reader

Warnings: I swear an awful lot in my writing, so swearing, Winter soldier (he needs a warning), I used DeepL for translation on a single word.

Word count: 1.7k

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The whole mission was a complete and utter shit show, Sam has been injured almost instantaneously and Steve had been reluctant to continue the mission without him.

Bucky on the other hand was keen to get this whole situation over and done with and there was only one way he knew to finish it. He offered himself up to complete the mission alone.

“It’s not happening” Steve shut him down without question, he wouldn’t have another valuable member injured.

“It’ll be quick and simple, especially if I go alone” Bucky was almost pleading with the blonde to let him go.

Truth be told Bucky just wanted home. He was missing the warm atmosphere that surrounded him when he snuggled into his wife and their two cats. They’d been in Budapest for a month tracking the gang and now that they had their scent he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

“Fine but if it gets hairy you get out” Steve huffed. He knew Bucky was correct, that they’d be here for another long month if they lost this trail.

Bucky should’ve listened to Steve’s words.

The place was empty, eerily empty, far too abandoned to be a base of operations. No, something was up. His eyes squint at the sudden bright light blinking on in the room, the soft buzzing sound coming from it almost doubled due to his enhanced hearing.

Bucky had heard it before he saw it, invading his senses were buzzing, screaming, gunshots. It was a trap and it was working. He could feel his consciousness slipping from him as he kneeled on the floor.

His frame flopped to the side and everything went blank.

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The sound of the door closing softly had pulled you from your sleep, ‘Bucky’s home’ you thought excitedly.

Bucky hadn’t came in to say hello, it was basically tradition now for him to announce his arrival with a peck to your cheek and a groan as he rolled into bed with aching bones.

In fact, there was no sound at all.

“What the hell” you murmured under your breath, flicking your legs out of from under the covers into the cold air and pulling one of Bucky’s oversized graphic shirts over your body.

Making your way down the hall you could see a figure, tall, wide and tussled short hair. It was Bucky.

“Buck?” You throw his name into the silent air. ‘Bucky’ turns his head sharply towards you, icy blue eyes staring at you, through you.

No, not Bucky, your heart fluttered in fear.

You could hear your phone vibrate from the room but his eyes had you glued in place, you could truly see why people quivered in fear of this man even if he was only fixing you with a glare.

The mobile continued to ring, he didn’t move an inch, neither did you. You knew it would be foolish to attempt to run, the knife holstered to his hip would sink through your flesh before you’d even turned in the opposite direction.

Movement from the corner of the room caught his eyes. ‘The cats, shit!’ your mind raced, watching as his eyes turned to them.

“Please, don’t, you stepped forward finally.

He wasn’t paying attention, watching the white ball of fur stretch her back seemingly far more entertaining than your pleas. She meowed at the large figure, stepping from the chair and sauntering over to his thick boots. His eyes never left her, not for a second, even when the she rubbed her fluffed head against his leather clad ankle.

“Кто?” (Who?) his low voice was almost hard to hear with his head facing the ground but you caught it.

“Alpine” the white ball of fluff perked at the sound of her name before continuing her onslaught of his boots, tiny paws scratching at the toes.

“Alpine” he tried the name on his own tongue, it sounded nice, it sounded familiar.

Just as he was getting familiar with the small white cat another, much darker one plopped down from the same chair. He glanced up at you with question dancing through his orbs.

“Zanzibar”. The black cat seemed wary of his threatening presence, choosing to observe him from a distance rather than join his white friend.

The Winter Soldier, you’d heard so much about him. A killer, an emotionless assassin who would end life without a question. Age? it didn’t matter when you were his mission you weren’t getting out alive, those icy blue eyes freezing you in your spot would be the last thing you’d see before your death.

This wasn’t the man you saw standing in your sitting room, the man you saw was cautious, almost scared to make movement. He may have been a killer, but not now, not as his body crouched down to pet the white cats head with a gloved hand, not while he picked the bundle of fur up in his large hands and into his arms.

He was human.

A pained groan pulled you from your thoughts. Looking at him you watched as he clutched a free hand to his head, his body swaying slightly.

“Are you ok?” You stepped forwards instinctively, placing a hand on his metal arm, as if it were your husband.

“Come on sit” you pushed his large frame to the chair, his body sinking into the comfy material with a thump. His breathing had quickened, the pain in his head increasing. Like someone was crawling up along his neck to the front of his skull, their fingers digging deep into his brain. The cats, seemingly unbothered by his pain perched themselves around his wide body.

Watching him, you could tell he was going faint. His skin had paled to a sickly white, those ‘emotionless’ hues of blue dulling with sleep and his muscles relaxed— you had to get him to bed before he woke up with a stiff neck and an attitude.

“Bucky?” You tried softly but received no response from the barely conscious human, you were out of ideas, no one had told you how to address him in this state of mind. In your defence no one had anticipated this situation at all. Suddenly it clicked.

“Soldat” you spoke more firmly this time, it was almost scary how quickly his head bobbed up at the name— the dark look accompanying the Winter Soldier fought tooth and nail to return to his eyes but he was losing.

Your soft hands wrapped around the tough vibrainum cautiously, hoping that he didn’t swing around and grab at your throat. “Bed, Soldat”

He grunted, wobbling to his feet. But not before grabbing both cats in his meaty arms. Despite neither of them being very small he made them look like balls of soot or dust in his embrace— it was quite endearing to watch as he stomped into your room behind you.

You let him walk past you as you shut the door of the master bedroom, quickly jumping into the bathroom to splash some water on your face and pet down your disheveled hair. You had to be dreaming, right? There was no way such a thoughtless man would spare you and the lives of your kittens, yet he treated them as his own. The cold shock soaking your face confirmed, or rather confused you, you couldn’t believe that you were thinking of how much a dream would make more sense than what was going on now.

Your questions only deepen when you emerged from the joint bathroom and gazed over to their large bed. The Winter Soldier, sprawled across the white silk— boots and all. On his chest lay Alpine, her small paws stretched over who she thought was her daddy’s chest, the black kitty rested curled on his side beside Bucky’s, no, the Soldat’s meaty thigh with his large palm resting on top of the cat like it was a blanket.

You weren’t getting any sleep in the bed now.

As you admired the sight before you, stealing a few pictures for evidence, a knock came from their front door. You froze, looking over the soft features of the Soldat’s face, looking to see if he’d heard it too. Thankfully whatever had happened to him in your living room had knocked him out.

When you got to the door Sam and Steve busted in, dressed head to toe in their costumes.

“Where is he?” Steve questioned, a phone in hand with a small red dot in the centre. They’d tracked Bucky’s phone to find him here.

“He’s in the bedroom” you replied before squeaking and reaching out to grab at Sam, you’d noticed his body turn in that direction. You had to stop him.

“He’s under control”, you breathed, trying to stop yourself from becoming too loud. Both men’s faces contorted in bewilderment. The Winter Soldier? Surely you’d witnessed the same brutality they had.

“What are you talking about?” Sam found his words first, shrugging off your tight grasp and folding his arms under his pecs.

“I don’t know what happened but… he saw the cats and just broke down” you stumbled, trying to find the correct words to describe what you’d witnessed, even if in truth there was nothing to describe what you saw.

“What?”. Steve couldn’t help the way his words laced with doubt, you couldn’t blame him. Maybe he thought you were trying to protect the Winter soldier, or protect them from him.

“I’m not joking”, she retorted then your eyes widened along with your smile. The photos. Yanking the phone from out of nowhere, the first thing that pops up was the picture you’d just taken before they arrived

Sure enough, Bucky’s body lay sleeping on his back; legs and arms spread wide with a kitty close by and the other sprawled out over his abdomen.

“Well I’ll be damned” Sam whispered, Steve didn’t even have the processing power to shout at him for his language.

After that night, Bucky had finally awoke. You’d explained the whole situation and let his soft fingers trail over your body to confirm the Winter Soldier did not harm you, then the teasing began.

The joke would forever be on you though. The cats had finally got a taste of the bed and they weren’t prepared to give it up so easily, the Winter Soldier had indeed harmed you in one way— he’d harmed your inability to sleep close to your man without both cats slotting themselves somewhere they didn’t belong.

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Hello!! I’m back with more fluff before I dump all my smut on you again.

The first part of this had been sitting in my drafts for about a month and I finally got round to finishing it.

I hope you enjoyed.

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[jobean12-blog]

Bake Nights

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1,709

Summary: Bucky starts to show some interest in one of your favorite shows and you couldn't be more excited!

Author's Note: So I'm a huge fan of the GBBO and since the finale was this last week I've wanted to write something fun with Bucky. The show really just brings me joy and I've needed it lately and pairing it with Bucky just makes it that much better! No real spoilers here for the latest season- just lots of fun! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of sweet fluff and flirty fun

“Buuuuuckkkyyyy.”

“Yeah doll?”

“Have you seen my tea? Are we out?”

As you continue to search the cabinet you feel his hard chest press against your back. His arm reaches above you and he pushes the box of crackers aside, revealing your tea.

“Oh good!” you cheer. “I’m about to watch this week’s episode of Great British Bake Off and I wanted some tea and snacks.”

“Is that the UK baking show you’re always going on about?”

“Yes,” you say with narrowed eyes as you turn in his arms.

He gives you a lopsided smile before a kiss.

“Want to watch with me?” you ask with a hopeful tone.

“I’m finishing up the paperwork from this last mission and you know all the cooking shows do is make me hangry.”

“You’re always hangry,” you state with a pout.

“So are you,” he fires back.

With one more kiss he says, “when I’m done I’ll come in a sit.”

“Ok,” you huff. “Hurry!”

You make your tea and get situated on the couch with the blanket, snacks and Alpine curled up in your lap.

“You’ll always watch with me right buddy,” you coo as you pet the cat’s soft white fur. “Not like daddy…too busy and too hungry.”

“Heard that doll face,” Bucky chimes from the other room.

“Damn super solider hearing,” you mutter.

You’re fully engrossed in the show, waiting with bated breath as Prue and Paul judge the show stoppers, and when Bucky asks, “did she just say, ‘tell us about your Beaver?,’” you startle with a squeal and nearly drop a now very irritated Alpine.

“OH MY GOD BUCK!” you shout.

“She did, didn’t she?” Bucky deadpans. “What kind of baking show is this?”

You press pause and turn around to stare at him as he leans against the back of the ouch and peers down at you and Alpine.

“The best baking show ever! Now shush…it’s judgement time.”

He lifts his eyebrows and smirks. “Didn’t know it was so serious. I’m gonna grab some food and I’ll be right back.”

You hit play and continue watching, barely noticing when the couch dips and Bucky sits down next to you.

“Did the beaver win?” he asks through a mouthful of food.

“It doesn’t work like that,” you start to explain but clamp your mouth shut as you wait for Noel to announce the name of the baker that’s leaving.

“How does it…?”

“Buck, wait…this is the worst part,” you whisper as you nibble on a finger.

He shuts up and takes another bite of his sandwich.

“Oh noooooooo,” you cry when you hear who’s going home. “I hate when anyone has to leave.”

Once it’s over and you’ve shut the TV you sigh. “Have to wait a whole week for the next one!”

Bucky slides his arm across your shoulders and tucks you against him, silently offering you a bite of his sandwich.

You take it and then ask, “can we get some cake at the diner later? I’m in the mood for a big slice of something.”

He chuckles and takes another bite of the sandwich before offering you the last one.

“Sure doll face. I can always go for cake.”

“Time for baking again?” Bucky asks when he gets out of the bathroom and finds you on the couch snuggled up with Alpine.

“Yes! Want to come watch?” you ask excitedly.

His expression falls. “Aw doll. I’m about to go workout with Sam.”

You pout. Again.

He leans over the side of the couch and kisses it right off your lips. “I’ll try to be quick. Maybe I can catch the end…or you could wait for me?”

You stare at him and blink several times, warring with the need to watch the episode immediately and the desire to watch with him.

The corners of his eyes scrunch up as he smiles. “It’s ok baby doll. You go ahead and watch, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

You nod and pucker up for another kiss which he happily obliges in.

By the time he gets back from his workout you’re watching Paul and Prue judge the showstoppers.

“Are we about to see who wins,” he says as he plops down next to you.

Alpine meows in frustration as the couch bounces and he goes with it.

“They’re still judging the showstoppers and it’s bread week…”

You say the last words ominously and Bucky shifts closer, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear.

“Why do you sound so scared doll?”

“Paul is the King of bread.”

“Paul…? Is that the guy with the bad fake tan?”

“HEY!” you admonish with a giggle. “Yeah…but he knows bread.”

“I know bread!” Bucky says more to himself than you. “I eat bread all the time. I love it.”

“Not like that you buttface,” you retort. “Like he knows how to bake the best bread.”

“Buttface…? Did you just…?” Bucky starts before he returns his focus to the bread.

“I’ll be the judge of that! Where can we get some Paul bread?”

“Paul bread?” you repeat. “Just…shush. Let’s watch.”

“You sure tell me to shush a lot when this show is on,” he grumbles.

“That’s ‘cause you talk too much while it’s on!” you reply.

“That’s it,” Bucky says and grabs you, hauling you into his lap as his fingers find purchase on your waist and dig in.

“BUCKKKKKKKKKKKY! That tickles, stop, OH MY GOD!”

You screech and squeal and kick and fight but it’s no use. He easily holds you in place while he tortures you with tickles.  

Alpine hops off the couch with his tail turned up and gives Bucky a murderous glare.

“Please,” you whine. “Just let me finish my show!”

He finally relents and slides his hands along your curves, snuggling you against his chest while you catch your breath.

“You’re such a pain in my ass,” you sigh as you let out one last deep breath and snuggle closer.

After they announce star baker Bucky adds, “I like the guy with the eye liner. He’s really funny.”

“That’s Noel. He’s the best!”

You stiffen when they get ready to announce who’s going home and Bucky hugs you more tightly.

“I really hate that part,” you say when it’s over.

“Alright, it’s official. Next week we are watching together.”

Your frown instantly turns into a bright smile and you throw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses.

“I’m so excited Buck! And I have to explain everything…so Paul and Prue are the judges…”

Bucky stops you with a press of his finger to your lips. “Can we discuss his over food? Sam kicked my ass today and then the baking and now I’m starving.”

You smile before taking his finger and giving it a nibble. “Of course. Come on, we can get pizza.”

“YESSSS my favorite,” he sings.

“Everything is your favorite,” you deadpan.

He scoffs and then his smile turns devious. “I take it back.”

Your hands land on your hips and pin him with a challenging glare.

He steps closer and takes you in his arms. “Pizza isn’t my favorite thing to eat…”

His lips trail along your neck, stopping just below your ear. “You’re my favorite thing to eat.”

With a hum of satisfaction you crane your neck back and sigh as he places soft kiss to your skin, tracing your jaw before he finds your lips again.

His stomach growls just as he kisses you and you both laugh.

“Pizza first,” you say.

“Then you for dessert,” he promises.

“Man those technical challenges are rough,” Bucky says as he runs his hand through his hair. “Shit.”

“I KNOW!” you agree. “I don’t know how they do it.”

“Show stopper now?” Bucky asks with a boyish smirk.

“Yep!” you say popping the p before giving him a sweet kiss. “And it’s pastry week! YUM!”

Bucky’s fingers sneak under your shirt and trace mindless patterns along your shoulder. You’re snuggled against his chest with your palms flattened on his chest and tummy.

He digs his fingers into your skin and asks, “why does Paul walk around and watch them like that!?! It’s so intimidating!”

“Because he’s a total pain in the butt and knows how scary he is!”

As you continue to watch each baker explains their flavors and design and Bucky’s stomach growls.

“I’m so hungry,” he whines.

“You’re so cute,” you answer. “We just have to get through judging then we can eat!”

“Ok,” he says quietly as he pulls you closer.

“That’s amazing!” he says excitedly as one of the bakers brings up their showstopper. “I hope it tastes good!”

When the bakers are lined up in their chairs waiting to hear who star baker is and who’s leaving the tent, Bucky sucks in a breath, clearly on edge.

“Yes!” he cheers when they announce star baker. “I called that one!”

“You did,” you say as you pat his chest with a smile.

When Noel is about to say who’s leaving the tent Bucky drops his head and mutters, “ugh, you were right, this part really is the worst. I like them all! I don’t want anyone to leave.”

“Just wait until it gets down to the end and there are only a few bakers left…” you warn him.

The show ends and you both give each other a sad look.

“Do we know what the theme for next week is?” he asks.

“Botanicals!”

“Like flowers?” he asks with a confused look.

“Yes,” you smile.

“Wow, can’t wait for that!...heyyyyy why don’t we bake something doll?”

You do a double take. “You want to bake?”

“Yeah! I mean why not? I’m sure we can make somethin’ good.”

“OK! I’m sure we have the ingredients to put something together.”

You hop off the couch and head into the kitchen, opening a drawer to pull out two aprons.

“No way!” Bucky says when he sees what you’re holding up.

“You have to Buck! PLEAAASSSSSSSEEE…all the bakers wear one!”

“Fine,” he relents and takes it from your hand. “But I’m getting second dessert after this.”

He waggles his eyebrows as he looks you up and down.

“What are you a Hobbit?” you tease.

“A horny Hobbit!” he exclaims.

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[midnightbabylon]

Fine

summary: Bucky Barnes is the only person in the world who ignores you. Yet you are constantly sent on mission with him. In this one you get hurt by accident and he is disturbingly nice and caring to you and that confuses you.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: fluffy and soft Barnes

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Starting a new life is not always easy. After the Battle in New York City, you were faced with nothing. Your family was buried under your Manhattan apartment. An explosion had taken everything from you. Your ear rang violently and blood ran from it. You struggled through the wreckage of the streets, shaking, when it was all over. You fled the state and built a new life with the rest of your family's savings. Never again did you want to go through life without a fight. If such an attack ever happened again, you wanted to be ready for it.

"Good morning." you said as you entered the kitchen and adjoining dining room. Everyone murmured a quiet reply except Bucky. Sighing softly, you placed your cup under the coffee maker and pressed the button. Then you made yourself a sandwich and took the last seat at the other end of the table. Your ears listened to some conversations, but you did not participate in any of them. Silently you watched the morning hustle and bustle. If someone told you 6 years ago that you would be at Avengers headquarters, you wouldn't have believed them.

"Oh nice everyone is here, then I can start the meeting." Tony ate a handful of blueberries and stopped across from you. "Romanov and Clint you guys hit the jackpot. Fury will join." he handed Natasha the first file then they left. "Steve, Wilson and Wanda. Quinjet and the longest mission. Good luck." Steve took the next file. An uncomfortable feeling spread through you and inwardly you hoped he wouldn't mention you're and Bucky's names. But luck was not on your side today. "Bucky and Y/N. Warehouse in New Jersey." Frustrated, you exhaled and picked up the file. Shortly thereafter, the ghastly squeak of a chair broke the silence and Bucky stormed out of the room. You really weren't hungry anymore, so you pushed the sandwich over to Peter and stood up. "It gets better eventually." Uncertainly, you looked at Tony. "What?" you asked. "The nightmares. Friday evaluated last week's night logs for me. You can always talk to someone here Y/N." Nodding silently, you walked out of the common room to your room. As you did so, you flipped through the file.

You couldn't explain why he hated you so much. After all, you had some things in common. When you weren't on missions, you could be found in front of a good book or lost in thought in a quiet place. You especially avoided parties of any kind, simply because your social battery drained very quickly. Sam regularly tried to lure you and Bucky out of the room. It usually worked for the cold soldier, but not for you. You liked your privacy and have always been more of a loner. After freshening up and slipping into your new black suit, you came into the garage. You ran your fingers over the new fabric. Tony had completely redesigned your suit and improved it. "Took you long enough," Bucky muttered grumpily. Annoyed, you clench your jaw and stare at him for a few seconds. "Why are you always like this with me?" you blurted out. "I haven't done anything to you!" Shaking your head, you got into the car without saying another word. You slammed the door on purpose to make your point. You stared at the monitor and typed in the destination. "Are you coming already?!" you shouted out, as Bucky was still standing in the open driver's door. He mumbled something unintelligible and got behind the wheel. The drive to Jersey didn't take long, yet your mind wandered. Not that Bucky would talk to you.

"What is that?" your mother asked as she stood at the kitchen window. Darkness fell over Manhattan for a moment and you joined her. A huge crash echoed through the streets of Midtown. "Get away from the window and find your father." she said in a trembling voice. Something was wrong but you couldn't see. You almost tripped over your own feet looking for your father. As you took the stairs to the top floor, the building began to shake. "Dad!" you yell up the stairs. Staggering, you arrived at the top. Where your father's office would have been, there was a gigantic hole between the ruins and you could see the sky. It looked like an alien invasion. Your body froze into stone as you watched the giant animal-like ships glide through the air. Your father was most likely dead and you could do nothing better than watch in panic at a potential war. You always thought aliens weren't real, but like the rest of humanity, you were probably wrong. "Y/N" your mother's voice sounded from downstairs. She was standing at the foot of the stairs, eyeing you. "Come down, right now!" You had no control over your body but somehow you reached her at the bottom. "Here." she thrust a backpack into your hand and stuffed various things into it before fleeing to the flap under the carpet. She took out all the wads of bills and stuffed them into the backpack as well. "We need to get out of here, fast." She pulled on your dazed body to get to the stairwell. The building shook again and chunks of stone fell on the concrete stairs. "Dad's dead." you finally found your voice again, and it sounded raspy. "I know my darling." she said softly and you felt her hands on your cheek. "But we have to get out of here or we'll die too." Tears smeared in her eyes and you followed her downstairs. The neighbors who were still alive were also heading down to the streets, although this probably wasn't the best idea. There were burning and broken cars on the road. Parts of houses lay scattered on the asphalt. This was the greatest nightmare in the history of the world. You had never experienced anything like it before. Most people were running in one direction, but your mother was looking in the other. "We have to go that way!" You looked at her as if she was also from another planet. "Mom, are you crazy? Isn't that where everything happens?!" You pointed at the explosions and the alien ships. "And that's exactly why no one would suspect us there. We need to find a working car and get out of there. Get the hell out of New York." You nodded and followed your mother through the wreckage. She rattled some car doors, but none of them opened. "Shit," she muttered and looked across the street. "Let's try this." she pointed to the silver SUV. She looked left and right before she ran off. The only mistake your mother made was not looking up. Before she could reach the vehicle, it exploded. The wave hit and you were thrown backwards. There was a ringing in your ears and everything was spinning. Like in slow motion, you raised your head and saw your mother's lifeless body. "Mom." It was still ringing in your ear and you felt something wet flowing down your cheek. "Mom." Breathing flatly, she looked at you and raised her hand trembling.

"Y/N." Blinking, you stared at your fingers. "Y/N" That didn't come from your thoughts. Fingers appeared in front of your eye and snapped. You shook yourself back to reality and Bucky looked at you. "We're here. I parked a few blocks down the street." He pulled the key out of the ignition. "Sorry." you muttered softly and got out in front of him. In your head you went through the file again. "Now I'd like Sam's drone to take a look at this warehouse first," you muttered as you stood in front of the complex. "We'll do it the old-fashioned way," Bucky said without emotion, and proceeded to climb the surrounding rooftops. "I don't have super serum in me to just crawl up walls. It's more of a super soldier or spiderman thing." He looked down at you, his Vibranium arm shining in the sun. "Then take the back door bore." You imagined seeing his mouth wrap twitch before he climbed through a window into the building. Terrified, you stared at the window. He just walked in without you. You crept along the wall to find an open door or window. When you finally found something you could already hear gasping and grunting. Bucky seemed to knock out the opponents without a problem. That's why you set out to find the capsule that Tony wanted. Actually, you didn't like stealing things, but this capsule had already been stolen from Avengers headquarters, so technically it was just a matter of getting it back. Like a cat, you tried to sneak quietly through the storage shelves. Behind a shelf filled with barrels, you looked around the corner. Jackpot. There was this stupid capsule alone in the room. Anticipated, you went to get her out of the warehouse as quickly as possible. Before you got to the capsule, two strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. For a moment, you thought Bucky was playing a prank on you, but those arms were about to suffocate you. It took you a second to remember your self-defense. You rammed the guy's elbow in the side and he let you go. You immediately turned around and punched him in the face. He moaned and held his nose. "What fear of losing to a girl?" you joke. "Never" said the dark-haired guy before he pulled out a knife. "That's not fair." You could hardly finish the sentence before he came out. The first few times, you were able to dodge until he caught your rib and you hissed to the floor. "Fuck." you muttered and raised your arm at the last second to fire an electric shock at him. He turned to the ground. You were panting and crawling with the capsule behind the shelf. Thus, potential new attackers would not find you immediately. When you took your hand from the wound, your hand was dyed red. Breathing deeply, you pulled yourself up and clung to the shelf. A move to your right made you twitch and almost hit before you realized it was Bucky.

"Hey. You okay?" Nodding you turned your head to him. "I´m fine." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Really? That looks painful." „I said I‘m fine.“ The words came out of your mouth harder and louder than you intended. Typical defense strategy. However, Bucky could probably see the tears in your eyes as you pressed your palms to the fabric. "Hey, I'm sorry okay? I really just want to know if everything is okay." "Just a scratch, all right." you swallowed the rest of the emotions down. "Let me see how deep it is." he came a few steps towards you. "We'd better get back."you just answered. "Y/N, please." he looked you right in the eyes the first time and you were amazed at the light blue. He pulled the stretchy fabric apart to see the wound. "It's really not deep, but it should be stitched anyway." his cold metal fingers stroke over your skin, making you twitch. "Come." he took your arm over his shoulder and reached for the pod. "Back to headquarters. We don't want you to die." he grinned and you looked at him in disbelief. "You don't have to be nice to me now just because I'm hurt." He stopped in front of the car and furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not just being nice to you…. no." he said seriously after a moment's hesitation. "Why do you usually hate me?" Tears shimmered in your eyes. "I don't hate you, not at all Y/N." he gently lifted you into the car, trying to hurt you as little as possible. "Funny you always treat me like shit though." you tried to laugh but it hurt like hell. "Who do you think leaves books at your door at night after your nightmares." He got in and drove gracefully into traffic heading for New York City. "I always thought Sam did that." you admitted quietly. "No." he muttered. "I do. I have nightmares, too. I know what it's like and I wanted to help you." He looked at the road intently. "Thanks." you whispered, "I like you Y/N I just never knew how to tell you." Your eyes got heavy. "Funny way to express it." Your voice softened and your hand slipped from the wound. "Y/N stay awake. Please stay awake." Bucky voice got louder.

"I think she is waking up," somebody murmured. "Hey they're we've been worried sick." Natasha hovered over you and Sam who was holding your hand smiled big. "Man you scared the shit out of vibranium arm boy." Now you smiled. "Sorry." "Well leave you two alone for a minute." Natasha stood up and took Sam with her. "How you feeling?" Bucky sat down on the chair next to your bed. "I feel pretty good, thanks for the rescue." He sighed. "If I was a bit faster he wouldn't even hurt you." "It is okay Bucky. I am fine. Don't worry. Let´s talk about what you said in the car earlier." you smiled. He chuckled. "Okay darling let's have that talk. But if you tell Sam I have to kill you." He took your hand in his. "First of all I am going to tell you how you flirt in this century now. No cold hearted stares anymore and treating a girl like she's air." He nodded licking his lips. "Got it. Can in kiss you anyways?" "Cheeky bastard,"you laughed out loudly with a slight pinch of pain before his warm and soft lips came crashing onto yours.

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My Roommate's Boyfriend - Chapter 9

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: Bucky goes to the reader. Chapter Warning: Cursing, crying, angst

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Bucky takes a deep breath as he stands in front of the brick apartment building. He didn’t know how this was going to go. He hoped you would listen to him, now that you know the truth. However, he knows that he has more than one thing to apologize for.

He looks up at the window, where he knows your apartment is. An apartment he spent many hours in with Nat. Every time you were there, he couldn’t help but watch you. The way you moved, talked, laughed, and especially the scowl on your face when he would make a nasty comment toward you.

He winces at the memories of all the terrible things he said. He regrets everything from the last year, including going for Nat when she wasn’t what he wanted. He enjoyed his time with her, but in the end, it was always you.

He takes another deep breath before walking up to the door and pressing the buzzer for your apartment. He waits a moment before he hears the door unlock. He walks in and up to the second floor. He slowly walks up to your door trying to hold everything together.

He knocks and waits. As he hears your footsteps approach the door, his heart races in anticipation. He hears you unlocking the door and takes a deep breath in as you open the door.

To say you were stunned when you saw Bucky standing outside your door would be an understatement. You weren't sure if he would ever turn up here again.

“Bucky?” you whisper, trying to calm your racing heart and mind.

Bucky swallows the lump in his throat, and you see his Adam’s Apple move up and down.

“C-can I come in… please?” He asks quietly, his eyes begging.

You stand to the side, opening the door wider to allow him access into your home. He walks in and takes a look around the place. “Looks the same,” he says as he walks to the couch, maybe starting with small talk could cut the tension slightly. It didn't.

You nod silently as you sit on the far end of the couch, keeping your distance. You stare at him while he stares at his hands. You feel like you can hear the gears in his mind working. The silence is suffocating you, so you break it.

“Did you want a drink or something?” you ask.

He shakes his head, before finally looking into your eyes. Your breath hitches as you look back. His eyes have never seemed as blue as they are right now. Bucky clears his throat.

“I, uh, wanted to come and talk to you about what you saw in that text message from Sam. You see-“

“I already know what it was about. I spoke with Sam the other day.” You say cutting him off. He gives you a small smile.

“Yea, I, uh, I heard, but I wanted to know why you didn’t ask me about it?  Do you really think so little of me that you assumed I would do that to you? I know I have given you a reason to feel that way,” He says, his eyes piercing you.

You can’t help but scoff and look away shaking your head. You feel the tears but force them to not fall. “Yea, Buck, you've given me plenty of reasons to think that way. And even though it wasn’t true, it doesn’t change the fact that this can never work, because you were the biggest asshole to me for a whole year for something you assumed. No! I’m not finished,” you say to stop Bucky from interrupting.

“But still with this trip, and the kiss, and especially that night. That night was…” you shake your head as tears slowly fall, then quickly wipe them away and clear your throat. “But, when I was upset at you, you were all over Nat the very next day!”

Bucky’s heart breaks as he sees your tears return. “I was stupid, ok? I was frustrated at not being able to talk to you. Nat and I were talking and she made me feel better. It was a natural reaction for me to hug her and kiss her head. It's what I've done for the past year. It meant nothing, but I'm sorry it hurt you. I promise you, Nat and I are over. My feelings for her are strictly platonic, and have been for awhile, honestly.”

You look up at him in shock. “What? How is that possible? You were here all the time! I heard you two fucking like rabbits nearly every night!” you say, getting frustrated.

Bucky sighs, “It didn't mean anything. It was just sex, to both of us."

"You were so upset that she was leaving. None of this makes sense Bucky. Clearly you have to understand where I'm coming from," you say.

Bucky nods, "I do. I mean I was upset she was moving, but it's because I care about her. She's one of my best friends. In the end though, we both knew that our relationship was never going to last regardless if she moved or stayed. My whole heart wasn't in it, and neither was hers. She's known how I feel about you, and was the one who made me realize it. She told me to go for it because she knew how we both felt.”

You stand up and start pacing. “I don’t know what you are expecting from me. I-I can’t… I…” you stutter unable to gather your thoughts together. When you turn to pace the other way you crash into Bucky’s chest. Bucky holds your arms and looks at you.

“Do you regret what happened between us? Do regret that night? Because if you do, I’ll leave now and you'll never see me again,” he says quietly.

You stare into his eyes as flashbacks of that night come to you. You remember all the feelings you had during that night. He made you feel beautiful and cherished. It was the best night of your life. Bucky waits for your answer, trying to calm his pounding heart.

You take a deep breath, “I…” you look down. Bucky’s heart breaks, as he takes a step back, releasing you. “I-I get it. I understand,” he says softly trying not to show his emotions. He walks around you and heads toward your front door.

“I'll never regret it,” you say softly, keeping your back toward him. Bucky quickly turns around, “Really?” he asks, finally feeling some hope.

You start to sob into your hands, going down to your knees. Bucky races forward and kneels in front of you, moving your hands from your face.

“Oh my beautiful girl,” he whispers as he picks you up and sits on the couch with you straddling his lap. You cry into the crook of his neck has he rubs your back, whispering sweet words into your ear and kissing your head.

You don’t know how long you sit on his lap, but when you finally calm down you finally look up at him. He wipes your tears with his thumbs with a soft smile. You take a deep shaky breath.

“I… that night, was the best night of my life. It was what I always wanted. I don’t know why, but I have had feelings for you since I saw you in the bar. Even when you insulted me, I stupidly continued to have feelings,” you say.

Tears start developing in in your eyes again and your voice breaks slightly, “I never thought you would ever look at me like anything more then that annoying girl that was your girlfriends roommate.”

Bucky kisses your forehead. “I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for the way I treated you for the last year. There was no excuse for it, especially since I now know the truth behind what you said. But, even through the insults and dirty looks I gave you, I wanted to be near you all the time. I've been crazy for you for so long. So fucking long.”

He tucks some of your hair behind your ear. “I saw you at the bar that night and I swear I fell so hard. I firmly believe in love at first site because of you. I was angry and hurt when I heard what you said and tried to make myself feel better by being an asshole. But my feelings never went away. Nat… she figured it out a few months ago.”

You looked at Bucky in shock, as he nodded at his words. “Yeah, she told me she could tell my feelings for you were there, but I kept denying it. Didn’t want to believe it. But the more time I spent with you, the more I realized she was right. I… I was slightly relieved when she told me we should break up because she was moving to Seattle.”

You give him a small smile and look down at your hands. “That’s why she insisted we drive together?” you ask.

He nods, “She told me to stop being stupid, that you liked me too.”

You rolled your eyes at that statement. “Yeah, she kept bugging me about you, which I always found weird.”

You both lightly chuckle. Bucky brings his palm to your cheek and lightly rubs your cheekbone with his thumb. You lean into his touch.

“Nat and I were a lie for most of our relationship. We both knew it, but kept up the lie. It was always you, and Nat wanted to make sure that you and I both got our happy ending. But I ruined it, as usual,” he says dropping his hand.

You grab both his hands, “No, it’s my fault. I should've asked you about the text. I just automatically assumed you were playing a trick on me. I should've given you the benefit of the doubt,” you say.

“I don’t blame you, Y/N. I’ve never given you a reason to trust me. But I’m hopin' that'll change now,” he says with a smile. You smile back at him and caress his face.

Bucky looks at your lips, licking his. You lightly pull his face toward you until your lips meet in a soft kiss. When you pull away you whisper, “I'd love for that to change, but we need to take things slow.”

“Baby, I'll go as slow as you need, as long as I finally get to call you mine,” he says softly.

Before you can answer, he pulls you back into another kiss. This one is more passionate. You allow his tongue access into your mouth and revel in his taste. You card you fingers through his hair and pull him as close as you can.

Finally you pull apart and lean your foreheads together, out of breath. “Yes, I'm yours. I don’t want to be anyone else’s. It’s you Bucky. It’s always been you!” you say. Bucky gives you the biggest smile and hugs you tightly.

You both spend the rest of the day in each other’s arms getting to know each other. You felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Bucky felt like he was on cloud nine. He finally got a chance at redemption with you, and he was not going to ruin this again. You were too important.

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Chapter 8 / Fin

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Van Helsing Retold - five

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

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“I think I know where they are.”

John’s eyes immediately pierce the shaking hunter and he narrows them when the hunter doesn’t elaborate.

“David didn’t tell you that Helmut was found with his heart ripped out,” the hunter stumbles over his words as John pushes to his feet, “neither of them could’ve done that. It had…”

“Another vamp,” John finishes his sentence, “who?”

“I’m waiting for confirmation but I think it was either Natasha Romanoff or James Barnes. I have scouts out looking for both as well as searching any known safehouses as we speak. I should know within the hour.”

John circles the man and hums along, “and why did you come to me now? Why didn’t you wait for confirmation?”

The hunter tenses as John comes to stand directly behind him, “I’ll need a team ready to go once I get word. I thought it would be better to get your approval.”

There’s a beat of silence and the hunter silently prays to every god known to man that he made the right decision.

“My team will be ready in 30 minutes.”

“Your team?”

John circles around to face the man, “I will be the one to get her back and put a bullet in the blood sucker that took her.”

There’s an odd look in Bucky’s eye when he looks at me but he always looks away too quickly when I catch him. I want to question him about it however the pressing reality of our situation keeps me from doing it.

When I awoke with a hoarse throat and aching eyes, Sam almost immediately came in to tell me that we would be going before Steve and his guard in two nights to plead my innocence. I tried to tell him that doing that was the worst plan possible considering my hand was still an issue. He gave me an empathic look before shaking it away and telling me that Bucky was going to fix it before we left.

The memory of last night and my conversation…maybe a dream… with Bucky last night came flooding back. All I could remember is that he’d told me that he was going to go through with giving me his blood but there’s a block after that. It’s frustrating not having full access to your own memories but then again, I don’t know what’s beyond this stone wall.

All I could remember is since we were mates, he would heal me.

He would die more than likely as a result of the bond between us being cut off but I would be healed.

I wouldn’t be a vampire.

I would be okay again.

My hand pulses and throbs as I tear my burning eyes from the wall. I must have been staring at it. I’ve been doing that a lot; staring at walls, staring at my hand, staring at Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky.

There’s a knock on my door and the person waits for me to answer. I already know it’s him, having been able to feel our bond growing warmer when he’s near. I’m getting better at deciphering what it’s telling me, although it seems like it’s not going to matter much longer.

“Give a second,” I tell him as I clamber off the bed and throw on my coat and boots. He’s more than likely going to tell me that we need to leave so I might as well be ready.

I open the door and he nearly falls into me. He must have been leaning against it and he quickly catches himself on the frame.

“Are you re…” the words die on his tongue, “we’re leaving.”

“Sam said you were going to fix this,” I say as I wave my hand around, “before we left.”

He stares down at me for a moment before snapping at me, “before we get there, that’s what I said.”

“What crawled up your ass and died?” I scoff at him as I push past and march down the hallway.

He mumbles something and I know for damn sure he didn’t say what I think he just did, “come again?”

Harsh blue eyes pierce me as he prowls down the hall towards me. The bond pounds deep inside me, so loud that it drowns out the sound of my heart and for half a second, I forget that I even have one. I can’t hear his, he doesn’t have one but something tells me that the pounding bond is very much a surrogate for his still one.

His boots make solid hits to the floor and it everything is muffled expect for the bond. It all sounds like my head is being held under water as he comes to stand only a foot away from me. It’s not close enough.

He needs to be closer.

He needs to be touching me.

He needs to be against me.

“I said you’re my problem.”

My jaw drops but a gasp doesn’t fall out like it normally would. The air has been stolen from my lungs due to sheer shock.

“I’m the problem? Me? I’m the fucking problem?” I sneer at him, taking a step closer as he takes one step back, “You’re the one who gave me a massive concussion, killed Helmut, and then dragged me to some safehouse and for what? Because of some bullshit bond that connects us? Because you believe that fate has chosen us to be mates? Because you think that I have feelings for you? All I feel towards you is a the burden of our bond and I can’t wait to get rid of it the moment that you stop my turning and can fucking leave me alone.”

My chest is raising and falling rapidly as I seethe with anger but there’s something wet falling down my face. Tears, I realize are flowing from my eyes however once again, I don’t know why. I have no reason to cry. I have no reason to care that the connection that is thrashing around inside of me like a starving animal locked in a cage. I have no reason to care about him and whatever reason that I might find is locked away behind that stone wall inside my mind.

“If you’re so eager to get rid of me, here,” he shoves a vial filled with a dark liquid towards me, “don’t drink it until after I meet with Steve. It won’t be a good look for you if I drop dead while trying to convince him that you didn’t kill his mate.”

I turn the vial over in my hand while he deliberately avoids me as he stalks away. It’s his blood, I realize, the anti venom and the cure that would stop my turning. He gave it to me. He just gave it to me. In training, we’d been taught that there was an anti venom but the how was always a mystery. No one really gave an answer as to why we weren’t taught about how the process worked but it was implied that if we didn’t have a way out, then our only option was to not get infected. A part of me thought that the vampire needed to be present but if Helmut had a vial of Peggy’s blood, then clearly she didn’t need to even be alive.

Maybe beyond that mental block lies a girl that wants Bucky to be with me when I take the anti venom. She wants him to be there to guide her through the steps and hold her through the agony that will undoubtedly come. She wants him to be there so when he feels that breaking, that severing of their bond, she can provide him with the same comfort. She needs to be there when his body can’t handle the bone crushing effects of their disconnect, when his heart stills even more than it already has and it shatters. She needs to be there when the warmth that usually lives inside of them both dies out and it freezes him. She needs to be there when he takes his last breath.

But she won’t.

I won’t be there because I don’t care.

Seeing images of a target is completely different than when you see the subject in person. Steve is a truly menacing presence with his larger than human body and blood thirsty look to his pale eyes. They’re similar to Bucky’s in their coloring but they’re soulless. There is nothing beyond the need to consume all those who have a pulse in the room. Bucky’s hold a certain humanity that I hadn’t seen in a vampire before; there is warmth, kindness, sadness, admiration…love in his eyes.

Steve’s heavy stare is on me the second I walk into what appears to be his office. I’m placed between Sam and Bucky as we approach the lounging leader of vampires but he straightens when we stop a few yards from him. He’s dressed in a navy blue suit with only a simple white shirt under and a gold pendant decorates his neck. A short grey speckled beard has grown over his jaw, giving the impression that he’s aging. I know better than that though and I keep my eyes trained on him. He’s toying with a gold pinkie ring as he watches us.

Bucky steps ahead of us and my hand twitches to reach out for him. I shove both into my jacket pockets to stop myself. Sam is watching me from the corner of his eye and I glance at him, flashing a small smile to show him that I’m perfectly fine. The two vampires are speaking in hushed voices and the only indication that it might be a tense conversation are the looks that Steve is throwing at me over Bucky’s shoulder.

“John was the one who killed my mate?” his baritone voice rings out through the silence as he eyes me, “and you brought her here for what? To prove it?”

“She was with her mentor, Sam Wilson when the attack happened. Her Guild Master was unaccounted for,” Bucky offers.

Steve shoots a searing look to him before dragging his gaze back to me, “How many have access to your room?”

I scoff, “excuse me?”

The vampire rolls his eyes, “Whore or not, you should know better than give access to your room to anyone.”

Bucky tenses and so does our bond.

“No one,” I grind out between clenched teeth, “Not even Sam is allowed in without permission.”

Steve cocks an eyebrow and turns ever so slightly to Bucky before speaking to me, “So only you have access to your stakes then?”

“Well yes…” I trail off for a moment, remembering what Bucky coached me to say, “but all Guild members are required to give the Guild master access to our rooms so it’s possible for someone to take some of my stakes.”

“But you don’t know for certain?”

“I’m not exactly back in my room, now am I?” I snap back before I can stop it and Steve lets out a monstrous laugh.

“So you want me to believe that the Guild master stole one of your stakes and killed my mate, the woman who murdered your mother? Did I get that right?”

Bucky goes to speak but Steve silences him with a hand, “I want to hear her.”

“There are a lot of vampires that claim to have killed my mom, I tend to not believe every one that I hear,” I shrug, not daring to look away from Steve, “as for John, he’s always been threatened by my Van Helsing name and has thrown me to the wolves too many times to count. I wouldn’t put it past him to try and frame me for this; it would definitely mean my death and get rid of me for good.”

Steve makes a low hum in his throat, “And if I were to ask your Guild master himself, what would he say?”

Sam and I both stiffen, a mistake that he catches and smiles at. He snaps and two vampires emerge through the door, dragging a bloody human behind them. The blonde man dropped unceremoniously on the ground and he does nothing to help himself as he falls flat onto the ground. The groan and following curses that fall from his busted lips are all too familiar.

Goddamnit.

John weakly pushes himself up onto his knees and falls back onto his haunches with his hands resting atop his thighs. The moment he lays his eyes on Sam and I, they fill with a stormy force that threatens to unleash itself onto us.

This isn’t going to be good for us.

“Asking him is useless,” I quickly say, taking a step forward, “someone could persuade him to say whatever they wanted.”

“Same could be said for you,” Steve shoots back, “maybe I should just kill the both of you and solve all of my problems. wouldn’t it?”

“Killing us both might satisfy you now but in the long run, the thought of never knowing who did it would gnaw at you. Wouldn’t you rather get justified revenge on the one that took your mate?” I know I’m pushing my luck as I try to manipulate him. He’s watching me intently as I slowly approach him and we’re both aware of what I’m doing but he lets me. Bucky is frozen at his side and refuses to look at me. He keeps his gaze on Steve and only lets it flicker to John if he makes a noise. We all learned just how observant Steve is seconds ago.

“Who are you to speak about mates?” Steve snarls.

Shit that was the wrong move, I’ve pissed him off now. I raise my hands in surrender, “I meant no harm. I only meant to show my understanding and empathy. Humans can’t have mates but it’s love all the same. While I can’t understand what it’s like to lose your mate, I can understand what it’s like to lose someone you love.”

Steve’s snarl turns into yet another smile while confusion whirls inside of me. There’s a knowing look in his eyes that wasn’t there before. What does he know that I don’t?

He can’t possibly know that my mom didn’t die that night.

Or that I do have a mate, right?

“Our bond is more than your fickle human love, Van Helsing. You of all people should know that your emotions are subject to change the moment the wind changes direction.”

The fuck does that mean?

The door pushes open again behind us and another human stumbles through. This time it’s a woman. She too is bloody and dropped as if she’s trash to the floor. She doesn’t push herself up as quickly as John did but I’m guessing it’s because she’s older. Grey hairs streak her dark hair that’s wild and unkept although it’s braided back. Barely lifting herself up, her face is swollen and covered in blood but there’s a familiarity beneath it all.

“Mom?” I hear myself gasp out as she locks eyes with me

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[multiversefanfics]

Have it your way

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader - Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: What happens when you fall for both instead of one.

Warning: MINORS DNI!!! smut, praise kink, size kink, spanking, oral (M receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy!!!!), degradation, and i don’t think aftercare is a warning but there’s gonna be aftercare

Watching these two men fight along side each other did something to you, even watching them fight each other did something to you. Steve was always so caring and made sure you were okay, while Bucky. He was a little rough around the edges. Bucky made sure you were okay but it was different, Steve handled you like a bruised apple, tender and loving, but Bucky knew what you wanted, he knew you liked it rough, the bruises, the spanking, the choking, all of it. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, we should start from the beginning where it all started.

You were assigned to the Avengers as an assistant by Tony Stark, and you were warned that you may not be welcomed at first but as time passed you’ll be okay. The first to actually welcome you was Thor, he was the one most excited to have a new assistant even though he was barely around, next was Steve Rogers, who helped you with your bags and showed you where everything was, then, Sam Wilson, He showed you where Thor kept all of his snacks, then Natasha she was just excited to have another female in the group even if you didn’t go on missions, you already met Tony and Bruce and last but not least. Bucky. He didn’t care who you were he just wanted his missions in order. You were most intrigued by Bucky, his lack of expression, the way he would just creep around unintentionally, you tried to get his attention many times but he wasn’t having it. Soon enough you gave up and focused on your job. You were sitting at your desk finally eating your lunch. "Y/N, I need you to- Are you just now eating lunch?" You looked up and saw Tony approaching you, tablet in hand. "Yeah, Sam was in here complaining about his wings weren't deploying smoothly so he asked me to fix them." You ate a spoonful of your rice not breaking eye contact with Tony. "Well, I need you to go on a mission with us, you'll be going undercover with cyborg." You raised an eyebrow trying not to choke on your food from laughter "Are you talking about Bucky?" Tony nodded and stepped aside revealing Bucky leaning against the doorframe, he nodded at you which you returned. You admit he intrigued you but he was your coworker you shouldn’t think about him like that, who could blame you if you did. You continued eating while Tony explained your mission, when you got the sudden feeling someone was staring at you, you ignored it listening to Tony, once he was done he left without another word. Bucky remained where he was, and you moved on to Sam’s wings, glancing over at Bucky since he was just standing there watching your every move. “Can I help you with anything?” He stayed silent and just strolled towards you “I see the way you look at me.” He paused when he was a few feet away from you “And I got to say, the look in your eyes.” He took one more step toward you watching you gulp “The way you walk around here like you own the place” Bucky was now inches from you, towering over you even, he took his hand and softly pushed your hair behind your ear leaning down to whisper in that same ear “Is this what you want?” His hands found their way to your waist pulling you into him, making a small moan escape your lips "You want me all to yourself? Do you want me to treat you like the little slut you are?" His voice was raspy and low borderline growling. “Bucky I-“ He reached up and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip “Shh, just know, that I know.” He backed out of the lab not taking his eyes off of you. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in and continued working.

Finally, it was time for the mission you were going undercover as a lab tech, you knew why Tony partnered you up with Bucky, he knew that Bucky would protect you if anything happened but the tension between you and Bucky was thick. God forbid if you guys weren't on a mission you would let him have you right then and there. You shook those nasty thoughts out of your head and began doing what you were supposed to do, soon you were finished and when you went to turn to leave you came face to face with a tall man. "Can I help you?" You smiled sweetly at the man hoping he didn't see what you just did and that Bucky was close enough in case something happened. "Sorry, I left my briefcase over there. You're the new lab tech right?" You nodded biting your lower lip a bit "Yeah, I took over the night shift, pretty slow and quiet but worth it." You smiled and stepped to the side a bit so the man could get his briefcase which he gladly took it, taking one more look at you "Y/N, get out of there, excuse yourself say you need to go to the bathroom. Whatever but get out of there." You continued to look at the man while Steve's voice flowed in your ear "If you would excuse me, I need to use the restroom." You smiled again and walked past the man, he called out to you. "Maybe we could get a cup of coffee sometime" You looked back at him and nodded "Sure, sounds lovely." You walked out the door meeting Bucky down the hallway he looked at you and raised an eyebrow "Coffee?" You rolled your eyes and shook your head "I had to get out of there." The two of you met up with the rest of the team heading back to the compound. You found yourself in the kitchen with Steve, he was your favorite to be around, but don't tell Sam that his feelings get hurt easily "You handled your first mission very well." You let out a breath while sitting down on the bar stool "I tried my best, I was a little worried when that man came in, I thought for sure my cover was blown" You smiled up at Steve as he placed a plate of food in front of you, you thanked him and started to eat while he leaned his palms on the counter in front of you, his shoulders squared and broad. "I have something to talk to you about." You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow "What's up?" You saw Steve's eyes stare deep into yours "I saw the way you watch me when I walk by" Steve walked around the counter so he was standing right beside you, he turned your chair so you were facing him "And I see the way you look at Bucky." He pushed your legs apart standing in between them, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'm intrigued. I would love to see those pretty little eyes roll back from pleasure." You gulped looking at Steve from the corner of your eye, what did you do to deserve being teased like this? “Steve I-I what’s going on?” Steve began rubbing his thumb on your inner thigh, which gave you goosebumps “I think you know exactly what’s going on, Y/N don’t act all innocent.” His hand inched further and further up your thigh “Don’t think I didn’t hear you the other night moaning mine and Bucky’s name, and of course I had to tell him about it, we’re both wondering what you taste like.” Just as he finished the sentence, he reached your throbbing, warm, wet core, causing a small moan escape from your lips, Steve smirked against your skin “What a beautiful moan, can’t wait to hear you scream.” And just like that he walked away, the chills never left your body but you body also ached for his touch. You didn’t know that he heard you, you thought you weren’t being loud, but then you remembered his super hearing, you shook your head and went to your room to take a cold shower.

You were coming out of the shower when there was a knock at your door, you quickly changed into a robe and went to answer the door, and to your surprise it was Steve and Bucky. You looked up at them while they both smirked at you “Uh, hi” You spoke softly not knowing what was gonna happen next “Hey gorgeous” Steve cooed as he walked past you sitting on the edge of your bed “Evening, Doll.” And Bucky followed suit you turned to look at them, raising an eyebrow “What are you guys doing here?” They smirked at each other then looked back at you “We’re here to fuck you.” Your eyes widened and you struggled to breathe “W-What?” Bucky got up, grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the bed pushing you down on the bed “With your consent of course.” Bucky winked at you, studying your face to make sure you were comfortable, you gave him a slight nod and he started untying your robe, guiding his fingertips down you body, watching you shiver under his touch “You look so beautiful.” Steve finally chimed in after being quiet for a few minutes, Steve stood up and started unbuckling his belt with one hand while he used his other hand to rub his thumb over your exposed nipple, Bucky was just taken aback by your beauty, you laying there waiting for his next move, not knowing what’s about to happen. “Anything you don’t want us to do, tell us and we will stop. Got it?” You nodded looking up at Steve. “Words, Doll.” You gulped “I got it.” Bucky slowly got down on his knees in front of you, he rubbed his hand over your thighs, until he got to your knees, he pushed your legs apart, looking down at your sopping wet pussy. He smiled wide looking up at Steve “I’m sorry Steve but I’m getting first taste” You looked back over at Steve who was now completely naked and hard, you reached over and began pumping his cock earning a low growl from him, hearing him growl was music to your ears, Steve leaned forward allowing you to take his entire length in your mouth, just as Steve’s cock hit the back of your throat Bucky shoved 2 of his fingers in you, making you moan against Steve’s skin, which caused Steve to moan and buck his hips forward. Bucky pulled his fingers out, making you whimper, you pulled back from Steve swirling your tongue around his tip, before looking down at Bucky, you watched as he sucked on his own fingers tasting every ounce of you. You whimpered once more “Speak, Doll. Use your words.” You paid some more attention to Steve, which drove Bucky insane. Bucky is dramatic, he needed all the attention and the fact that he wasn’t getting it, he was enraged. Bucky quickly got undressed, while you took Steve in your mouth once more, earning many low moans and groans from him, you weren’t paying attention to Bucky when all of a sudden, he slams into causing you to scream out in pain and pleasure “Fuck Bucky!” He continued to thrust in and out of you, moaning along with you. Steve was now getting jealous and wanted attention, so he reached down and took your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it harshly your body started to shake, the feeling of bliss washed over you as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. “Fuck I’m so close” Bucky pulled out looking up at Steve “Your turn, pal.” Steve pulled away and walked around the bed until he was in front of you. “God, Y/N, you look so beautiful laying there, waiting for Daddy’s cock.” You watched as Bucky laid on his back above you, Steve leaned down and gently turned you over on all fours, once you were turned over you looked up and saw Bucky smiling down at you “You look beautiful down there too, Doll” You started to blush, then slid your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, watching him squirm under you, you were proud of yourself you never thought you’d make Bucky squirm, you sucked on his tip causing him to growl at you and buck his hips forward to take his entire length, he was bigger than Steve so it was a little harder to breathe with him but you relaxed and did exactly what he wanted you to do. Steve on the other hand, he was watching getting even more harder than before.

He reached his thumb down and rubbed light circles on your clit, you moaned against Bucky’s skin sending vibrations down his cock making him buck his hips hard into your face, by now tears were streaming down your face and you enjoyed Bucky’s length and girth. Steve moved his thumb and slid slowly into you, letting out a soft groan, throwing his head back in pleasure. He wanted to enjoy every tight part of you, he felt you clenching around his cock, which made him push harder into you. You bobbed your head making those slurping sounds that both Bucky and Steve loved to hear from you, Bucky gripped a fistful of your hair helping you bob your head “That’s a good girl, Y/N.” You heard Bucky grit through his teeth to keep himself from moaning even though it escaped soon after his sentence. You smiled to yourself and continued do the exact thing that Bucky loved the most, to hear you moan against his skin. Steve slowed down his pace, although he was a super soldier he couldn’t hang on any longer, the warm, wet and tightness of your pussy sent him over the edge and before you knew it, he did one last thrust into you filling you up with his cum, Steve stayed in you, he wanted you to cum all over his cock. “Come on, baby girl. I know you can cum for me.” His words and tone of voice turned you on all on its own, once again your body started to shake, as you were riding your your orgasm on Steve, you put all your attention back on Bucky making sure he got to cum as well, although you were tired and seeing stars you kept up the pace, swirling your tongue around his tip every time you came back up, Bucky was a tough person to make cum but you were determined to make him the way he made you feel. He pushed your head down to the base of his cock and released everything he had in him, you pulled up sucking every last bit of cum before swallowing, you looked up at Bucky wiping the corners of your mouth smirking at him. Steve pat your ass slowly pulling out of you “Good girl.” He leaned down and kissed your spine before you collapsed on your back breathless, you watched as they got up and walked into your bathroom, they cleaned themselves off then came over to you with a warm washcloth, gently wiping you off, once they were done Bucky pulled you towards the top of the bed and wrapped his arms around you, Steve crawled in behind you, doing the exact same thing. Bucky rubbed your head before kissing it gently. “You took us so well, Doll. It’ll get easier in no time.” You thought this was only gonna be a one time thing, they got it out of the system and then never again, but they want to continue, they want you all to themselves, no one else is allowed to have you but them. It almost makes you think how long they’ve wanted to do that.

A/N: I’m not good a smut at all, but i hope you guys like it, I tried my best😩

Masterlist - Steve Rogers masterlist - Bucky Barnes Masterlist

tag: @megamindsecretlair

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[companionjones]

His Past

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandoms: Marvel, MCU

Summary: You watch a movie with Bucky, but you can tell that he's holding something back from you.

Warnings: Allusions to Bucky's past and the pasts of all the Avengers, sad Bucky

As you walked into to one of the lounges of the compound, you found your boyfriend, Bucky. He was sitting on the couch, staring at his hands.

"What's up, Buck?" you greeted him.

A little started, Bucky looked up to see you. He gives you a little smile and answered, "Nothing."

You shrugged. "Alright, then. You wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure, if that's what you want to do."

"What do you want to watch?" You plopped down beside him.

His eyes flicked to the screen as you turned the TV on. "Doesn't matter to me."

"Pirates of the Caribbean?"

"Sounds good."

"Great."

About halfway through the movie, you glanced over at Bucky, who was staring intently at the screen. You slipped your hand into his.

In response, Bucky wrapped a protective arm around you. He caressed your hand with his thumb.

"I always like when you hold me like this," you admitted.

Bucky continued to rub your hand, but he didn't say anything in return.

That didn't bother you. It wasn't unlike Bucky to be the strong and silent type. You kissed his cheek, leaned on his shoulder, and felt Bucky relax under your touch. He tightened his hold on you.

'That was such a good movie," you commented once Pirates of the Caribbean was over. "I love the ending."

Bucky nodded in agreement. Just by looking at him, you could tell he really wanted to return your gaze, but he wasn't.

"Sweetie, you okay?" you asked, cocking your head to the side.

Bucky nodded, but he was visibly anxious about something.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Finally, he turned to look at you. His expression was soft, but you could tell that he was holding back from voicing his fears.

In a sweet attempt to soothe him, you stroked his cheek and kissed him.

He closed his eyes, and leaned into the kiss.

"You doing okay, babe?"

Acting almost out of character, Bucky turned away from you and wrapped his arms around himself. "I...I'm scared."

Not letting his words bother you, you pet his back. "Of what?"

His voice was choked up when he spoke. "I...I don't want you to be hurt."

"Why would I be hurt?" your voice was just as caring as before.

Bucky sighed and turned back to you. He took your hands in his. "Because it always comes down to this."

"Comes down to what?" you wondered.

Bucky took a deep breath. "My past is gonna hurt you, babe."

You squeezed his hands in your own. "No, baby. Your past is never going to hurt me. I've done things, too. We all have," you referenced the rest of your team.

He just stared at you. You could tell he was trying to comprehend what you were saying.

"Come here." You started to pull Bucky down to lay next to you.

He follows your lead, and wraps you in his strong arms once again. He buried his head into your shoulder.

"Everything is going to be alright," you told him, truth hanging from every word.

Bucky remained silent, but he continued to hold you close to him. He didn't want to let you go, not just yet.

It was 20 minutes before Sam walked in on you guys, ruining the moment.

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[s0ulsniper]

Avengers + more reacting to their s/o wearing a suit.

Warnings: None, just fluff and maybe suggestive content if that's offensive.

Included: Bucky, Tony, Bruce, Steve, Wanda, Pietro, Natasha, Peter, Sam, Loki, Thor, Clint.

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: The avengers + others reaction to you wearing a suit. I added somewhat of a plot to each one.

This idea I got from @lavenderacademia in their recent post. Go check it out !! <3

Use of feminine nicknames but it is all gender neutral!!

Also, if you want me to add anymore people please comment or DM me. I added as many people as I thought of at the moment, I've thought of adding Carol and Rhodey.

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Bucky:

– Even though you were telling him you were planning on wearing a suit to Starks party for the past week, nothing could prepare him for ACTUALLY seeing you.

– He knocks on your door, he's already ready.

– You yell back "one second !" and he patiently waits while you finish up your attire.

– After a minute he hears you tell to come in.

– He softly opens the door and tracks around the room until he finds your figure standing in front of the mirror fixing the final touches.

– He totally did not stare for the longest, frozen in place.

– "Buck, what's wrong?" 

– That snaps him back to reality and he quickly apologizes.

– You definitely laugh at him.

– He's just very proud to have you as his date.

– Wolf whistles when both of you walk in.

– He has the biggest smile on his face.

– Proud Sam and Steve.

– He would never hear the end of the stories you told about him when he first saw you.

– Overall just silently flustered.

Steve:

– you both always get ready together, so while he got ready you went in the bathroom quickly to throw your outfit on.

– Once you were done you walked out of the bathroom and he smiled so quickly, wasting no time in showering you with millions of compliments.

– "You look so gorgeous."

– "I'm so lucky to have you."

– Would not stop.

– Even days after, he would still compliment you about it.

– Wherever you guys were going he made sure to always have an arm around your waist, or holding your hand.

– Made sure to buy you flowers and your favorite drink.

Tony:

– Obviously, you were the first to hear about when Tony was hosting a party, so you already had what you were gonna wear in time.

– He asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send a message to you asking if you were ready. 

– The message played over the speaker and you sent one back telling him to meet you in the living room on your floor.

– Whenever he got down to the living room and saw you sitting on the couch he immediately started smirking.

– Definitely snuck up on you trying to scare you, but gets mad when you throw something at him.

– Compliments, compliments, compliments.

– Throughout the whole night, the majority of them were wholesome but there was always a comment here and there that was definitely suggestive.

– Bragged on you to everyone for weeks.

Natasha:

– You always end up planning date nights since she is always caught up in work.

– You made sure to plan it when she wasn't busy and surprised her with flowers and a ride to both of yours favorite restaurant.

– When you knocked on her door and texted her you were outside she confusedly hurried to the door.

– But of course, her suspicions were true when she opened it to see you holding flowers, and dressed in a suit.

– She was definitely smirking the entire time you were explaining what you planned.

–Could not keep her hands off of you, but obviously liked the privacy more.

– She loved everything you did for her of course, but couldn't wait for the both of you to get home.

Bruce:

– There was a grand opening of a new restaurant near the compound and you two planned to go on opening night, you had already got the reservation.

– Even though you both hated going in crowded areas, just the general public, Tony had convinced you both it would be fun.

– You were getting ready at your friend's house, when he texted you telling you he was on his way to pick you up.

– You finished up and packed all your stuff up from the visit and talked with your friend until you heard a knock on the door.

– You heard your phone ping and you said your goodbyes to your friend.

– "Good luck y/n, have a good date!"

– "Thanks f/n, see ya!"

– He saw the door open and saw you and his knees almost gave out.

– Bro was immediately put on life support.

– Would not stop complimenting you, even though half the time he was just mumbling and stuttering, you knew what he meant.

– He was red the whole dinner, and that definitely didn't help already being nervous.

-You guys ended up leaving early to go home and cuddle up to watch a movie.

– cannot get the image of you in a suit out of his head for weeks.

Thor:

– You two have been visiting Asgard for about a week when Thor asked you to join him at an Asgardian party being hosted by him.

– you had a while to get ready and choose to wear an Asgardian suit that Loki suggested oddly enough.

– Even though they don't always get along, you trust that Loki knows Thor enough to suggest wearing it.

– Well, it was a beautiful outfit so really who wouldn't love it?

– You hear Thor's boasting voice from down the hallway and smile walking out the door.

– You have never seen him smile so brightly.

– He was so proud.

– He would be bragging and yelling while having you pulled close beside him.

– "THIS IS LADY/SIR Y/N, AREN'T THEY AMAZING?!"

-Compliments you loudly the whole time.

– Can't wait to get you alone. 

Clint:

– you know he has to make an appearance to all Tony's parties.

– Obviously, even though you were already going, he made a grand gesture of asking you to go with him.

– He knew that you were so excited because you bought a new suit and he was so eager to see you in it.

– You knocked on his door ready to go down since the party started around 20 minutes ago.

– You guys always made a grand late appearance, stayed till the after party then disappeared in the middle of it.

–I'll let you guess what you guys do when you disappear.

– He opens the door and pulls you into his arms softly dancing around the hallway.

– You guys laugh for the longest and he twirls you around like a princess.

– After a while you guys walk down hand in hand ready to absolutely destroy everyone on the dance floor.

– Needless to say, he is so thankful to have you by his side. 

Loki: 

– Let's just say he was the one who asked you to wear a suit.

– Of course it was an Asgardian dark green, black, and gold suit.

– Even though you guys were just going out to fuck around with people and grab food you both love fashion and overdressing for everything. 

– When he saw you walk out of the bedroom while he was waiting in the kitchen for you to finish.

– He definitely considered kneeling for you.

– "Even though it takes decades for you to get ready, it's definitely worth it to see you in your glory darling."

– Compliments in the most random of times.

– Holds your hand almost the whole time so everyone knows you're his.

– Just makes him think about how much he loves you and how excited he is to spend his life with you. 

– Suggests everyday for at least a week that you should wear it again.

Wanda:

–Tries to mentally prepare herself.

– While you're getting ready she tries to peak so many times.

– silently sits on the edge of the bed tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.

– When she first sees you, you can't see a change in her face but inside she's contemplating risking it all.

– You have to remind her to breathe.

– She's definitely thinking about some stuff the whole time.

– probably reads people's minds around you guys to make sure no one thinks about taking you.

– prepares to fight anyone that comes in a 20 foot distance 

– tells you how beautiful you are 100 million times.

– She has never felt so lucky.

Peter:

– It was the night of prom and you had just finished getting ready.

– He really wanted to see what you were wearing because a couple weeks before you asked what color his tux was.

– He knocked on your door, your parents telling him that you were upstairs.

– you hear him faintly call your name from the hallway and you tell him to come in.

– He walks in and immediately starts lagging.

– "I- wow. Wow you look wow. You look amazing y/n"

– red as you've ever seen him.

– won't stop telling you how much he loves you and how amazing you look.

– won't let you out of his sight.

– Tony and Bruce will be hearing about it for years.

Sam:

– You were going with him to a party for a mission that Fury assigned to you.

– you gave the idea to match with him.

– "We're matching suits. Whether you want to or not."

– complains, but deep down is so excited.

– Bucky will definitely be stuck looking for suits with you online.

– You make him get out of the room and sit in the living room so you can do a grand reveal.

– you play music from a speaker and walk out.

– He's laughing but he's also blowing up.

– Full breakdown on the inside.

– Bucky just smiles seeing you guys act so stupid.

– will aggressively compliment you and find a time to dance with you when you finish the mission. 

Pietro:

– While you're getting ready he will probably try to secretly peak with his speed.

– although it's not easy to hide when you feel a gush of wind hit you when your fan is off and the window is closed.

– "PIETRO STOP PEAKING !!"

-"...sorry" you hear yelled back in the quietest yell you've ever heard.

– impatiently runs around the city.

– You yell to him that you're done and in an instant you have him in front of you pulled close with his hands around your waist.

– "You look ravishing, princessa.'

– Glares at anyone who even glances at you.

– "Why are they staring?" in the most puppy dog voice you've ever heard.

– "They're staring at you piet."

– Won't let go of your hand or arm.

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[assembletheimagines]

warnings: oral f!receving, smut, 18+ to interact

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My mind went to biker! Bucky and now I can’t stop thinking of him coming into the bar you work at.

Clad in his leather jacket, his eyes meet yours and you know he’s trouble.

But there is just something about him that lures you in.

He comes in most nights with a few other bikers, majority of the time they sit in the back in the corner. And it’s always you they want to serve them. And by the fifth time in a week, you know their orders by heart. Majority of them just want an endless supply of alcohol while Sam and Steve share loaded fries with Natasha.

Natasha by the fourth shot, leans back in her chair, her legs crossed at the ankles on top of another chair she dragged from the table next to her. She’s usually has a hand of cards in her hands as her piercing green eyes rope the other men into a round of cards.

You notice the pile of cash on the table mixed with a knife or a gun sometimes, but the bar owner Clint tells you to turn a blind eye, so you do.

And for a group that is clearly dangerous, they aren’t disrespectful. All flashing smiles when they lumber in with a “hey”. Bucky is always the last to trail in, a simple nod in your direction that somehow still gets your heart rate to accelerate.

You’ll humor them by standing before their table to take their orders and that’s when you feel Bucky’s hand brush along your jean-clad thigh and the feeling spreads a warmth up your leg and throughout your body that you don’t know how to feel about. It makes you scratch your pen on your small notepad to pretend you are writing to distract yourself from his stare.

By the fifth week, you’re still not used to them coming. Especially when some nights they sport a cut on their upper cheek or a busted lip. But you know not to question it, they still flash a smile and still tip you more than enough.

And when you go to take out trash, you don’t expect Bucky to be outside. Leaning against the wall, taking a drag from his cigarette as he meets your eyes. You are supposed to go right back inside once everything is thrown out, but Bucky’s waving a hand to come closer and your body reacts before your mind does and you find yourself standing in front of Bucky.

And he surprises you when he tilts his head, fingers hooking in the belt loop of your pants, pulling you closer. Your hearts in your throat but you’re not moving away as he leans his head down, pressing his lips into yours. And you taste smoke, whiskey, and honey as you melt in his kiss.

When you do pull back, you feel lightheaded and Bucky’s smirking and silently nudging you to go back inside as he finishes his smoke.

You hope you don’t look as dizzy as you feel as you finish your shift. But Clint needs to help Natasha back home so he’s trusting you to lock up, following a drunk Steve and Sam out of the door.

Wanda finishes her side tasks, giving you a side-hug in good bye as her brother comes to pick her up and go home shortly after Clints absence. And now it’s just you and Bucky.

He stays seated in the corner, not looking at you as you finish counting the drawer and putting away the cleans glasses. You trust him as you go in the back to take stock and he’s still there as you re-shelf the bottles behind the bar.

And when everything is done, and chairs are flipped on top of cleaned tables, you’re unsure of what to do. And that’s when Bucky’s getting up, his leather jacket no longer on him as he strides over to where you are awkwardly standing at the pool table. You don’t know what to say, and Bucky’s overwhelming you as he stands close.

He’s got a smirk on his lips, eyes dark and filled with mischief. His fingers tilt your head by your chin, and his lips are on yours again. Tongue gliding over your bottom lip as his hands go to your hips.

And he takes you by further surprise as his hands hook under your thighs, swiftly bringing you onto the pool table, standing between your legs as you let the kiss deepen. Your moans are soft and quiet as he trails his kisses down your neck.

His fingers sneak under your shirt and before you realize it, your shirt is thrown to the side and Bucky’s taking his off.

Ink covers up his left arm, swirling to his chest, hiding scars you never knew about and then his hands are pushing you back. His body leaning over yours as he kisses down your chest and stomach, enticing more moans and gasps from you as you close your eyes and relish in the pleasure, he brings you.

His teeth nip your stomach as his fingers hook into your jeans and your eyes fly open to see he’s already staring at you. Hovering over the zipper to your pants and you give him the answer he’s silently asking by helping take your jeans off.

You feel completely bare to him, laying on top of the pool table. But then his lips are on your thighs and his fingers rub up your waist and you can’t help but be responsive to his touches. Your moans encouraging him as he sinks onto his knees before you. You can barely hear the praise that falls from his lips as he drags your panties down your legs and then you’re gasping as his tongue dives between your wet folds.

His groan bringing a shiver down your spine as his hands keep your thighs open for him and he buries his face into your pussy. He makes you forget to breath when his lips wrap around your clit, a sinful whine spilling from your mouth and he only adds onto the pleasure.

His fingers slip into your wet heat and the coil in your abdomen winds as your orgasm builds. Your fingers get lost into his hair, keeping a pressure to his head so his mouth stays between your thighs. But Bucky’s going nowhere, his arms wrapped under your legs, fingers digging into your waist as his other hand works you up.

The fact that he’s groaning in pleasure with you, adds a new wave of slick to form and when he finds the sweet spot inside you, you see stars. Your body arching as your orgasm takes over and leaves you feeling like your legs are jello.

And it shouldn’t turn you on when Bucky’s resurfacing, half of his face dripping in your arousal but it has you pulling him closer not caring as you kiss him.

His jeans get unzipped and his boxers are pushed low enough to free his cock. And your hips jerk as he teases the head of his cock along your wet folds and puffy clit.

But when he pushes in, your mouth drops, the burn of his cock stretching you mixes with pleasure he brings of filling you up slowly. You can feel the veins on his cock and your nails dig into his arms when he pushes to the hilt.

And fuck you think he looks gorgeous as you stare up at him.

His eyes are closed in satisfaction. His hands holding onto your hips as he savors the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. You’re so wet, so warm and tight he could stay like this forever with the way your walls pulse around his shaft.

But the pleasure as he drags his cock almost all the way out before snapping forward. It has both of your breaths hitching and he doesn’t take long to pick up the pace.

The sound of skin slapping skin resonates in the empty bar as he bullies his cock into your pussy. Your moans mix with the jukebox that’s still playing songs in the background and you’re at a loss of words. Actually, the only words you can say are his name and “yes” as you feel your second orgasm fast approaching.

Bucky’s no better, grunting and telling you how good you feel. Each time he pulls back you’re sucking him back in and it’s euphoric. His abdomen is tensing as his release gets closer and he can feel the way you’re tightening around him that you’re right there.

So, he shifts the angle of his thrusts and pushes his hands on your abdomen, each stroke hitting the gummy spot inside you as his thumb connects to your sensitive clit.

It’s what gets you over the edge. Your vision briefly going white as you cry out.

But Bucky doesn’t let up, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

And then his release comes shortly after, and he’s slipping out, hand fisting over his cock as he paints your abdomen and thighs white with a low groan.

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[bean-bean2000]

The Hacker - Part 5

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Status: Ongoing

All feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Warnings: cursing, angst, action during a mission.

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A few weeks passed since the team found out about your past. Since then, you've been working hard to get back on track and focus on helping out during the missions.

This mission was different; you were on the field.

"Wait what?!" you and Bucky yelled in disbelief.

"You want me to be ON THE FIELD? like in person with Bucky, not in my office, like real life?" you asked incredulously.

"Yes, it's necessary for this mission. You can't hack into these systems because their firewalls are extremely advanced. The only way to give you access is to sneak in a USB and attach it to their mainframe. Once you have access, you can download all information. Get in, get out. Simple."

"I understand that this is your first mission on the field. Be assured I will have Sam in the air to cover for any undesired attention. Natasha will be on the rooftops with her sniper. Steve will be on the floor with you, scouring for guards and keeping your path clear. I trust that you can do this."

You stare at him silently. Unsure what to say you nod your head and turn to walk away.

"One more thing, you and Bucky will be posing as a couple. You have great chemistry that will make it believable. This is an extremely upscale gala, you must look and act the part completely. Outfits and transportation have been arranged for you."

Bucky sighs "Cyber, it's going to be alright. We'll be covered on all fronts. Just follow my lead and we'll get this done quickly."

You nod, staring at your feet as you walk away toward your room. There's a dress, heels, gloves, and accessories waiting for on your bed and vanity.

A long satin dark blue strapless dress is hanging on your closet door. There's a corset in the dress to give your body that hourglass shape and cinch in your waist. The dress has a slit from your mid-thigh down. There are matching satin gloves on your vanity and luxury brand nude high heels.

You stare at yourself for a long time in the mirror as you put on the diamond earrings and necklace provided to match the elegance of the dress.

Your hair and makeup were done professionally, opting for a simpler hairdo with a smokey eye that made your eye colour pop.

You've never felt more beautiful in your entire life.

You exit your room and walk to the main floor of the compound where the team is waiting for you.

The first person you notice is Bucky, he's wearing an elegant dark blue suit to match your dress and a black bow tie. His hair has been cut and is slicked back with a fade on the side, accentuating his features.

His piercing blue eyes find yours as you stare at each other.

"Jesus, get a room!" yells Tony as he gets up and leaves the room.

You all chuckle at Tony's antics. Bucky walks up to you, offering his arm to you as you link it with yours and walk out to the front where your limo is waiting.

Once you're in the limo, you're suddenly aware at how high the slit is as your entire leg is out and you cross your legs in the seat.

"You clean up well. Never though I would see you out of those sweatpants." Bucky smirks as he chuckles to himself.

You blush and slap his arm playfully. "You don't look too bad yourself. Finally cut off that mop of hair?"

"Yeah... do you like it? I thought it would fit in more with the event" He says, running his hand through his hair nervously.

"It looks amazing. You look very handsome tonight."

"I'm going to be honest with you, it's going to be hard focusing on the mission with you in a dress like that Cyber." He says huskily as he stares you up and down.

"A bit of a predicament isn't it? Look away to focus on the mission, or take it all in and mess up the mission, because you won't be seeing me dressed like this for a long while" You answer back flirtatiously.

You notice his eyes darken as he leans forward and lays his hand on your thigh. He stares into your eyes, faces inches apart as he breathes out"I guess we'll have to find reasons to make you dress like this more often. Train my eyes and mind to focus on both you and the mission because right now, the mission is the last thing I'm thinking about"

Just as you're about to answer, the car comes to a stop. You pull away from him and fix your dress, clearing your throat.

The door swings open and Bucky exits, you follow suit and grab onto his outstretched hand and link your arms together.

You step onto a red carpet that is flowing down the steps of a large mansion. You look up at the grandiose building in awe as Bucky tugs you up the steps that lead to large doors held open by two men dressed in flashy suits. It opens to the main entrance of the mansion with a circular cascading staircase that wraps around one end of the mansion to the other, like a fairytale. The ceilings are at least 20 feet tall with large diamond chandeliers hanging throughout. A wall at the back has floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the entire landscape of New York City. The bustle of the crowd brings your attention back to the waiter in front of you, offering a glass of champagne. You take it gingerly with a small smile and turn to Bucky.

He pulls you to a corner at the back of the floor and turns to you.

"We have to stay hidden in plain sight. We can't attract any attention. We're going to get the mission down and get out before people even realize we were here. As planned, we wait for Steve and Natasha to give the all clear before we move." he whispers to you.

"Okay, got it." you nod your and swallow nervously. Your hands are clammy with anxiety, hoping the mission goes as smoothly as planned.

Bucky notices your apprehension and gives your hand a small squeeze followed by a smirk, letting you know that all will go well.

The night continues with classical music playing in the background from the orchestra at the top of the gorgeous staircase. Your wringing the pamphlet handed out to you previously as you nervously await for the clear signal to move.

Bucky covers your hand with his and removes the pamphlet "Relax. You're acting too nervous, people will start to notice. Just breathe, I won't let anything happen to you. We got this." he whispers to you, staring directly into your eyes to understand his sincerity.

You sigh and nod your head.

"Bucky, Cyber, all clear to move." you hear Steve say through the intercom in your ear.

Bucky grabs your hand and guides you through the kitchen. Dodging employees and walking quickly to the emergency staircase. You pull out your phone and de-activate the alarm for the doors. Bucky pushes them open and you run up 3 flights of stairs and wait for Natasha's signal to go to the main server room.

You hear the sound of three sniper shots followed by three thuds.

"All clear." says Natasha.

You push through the doors and walk towards the main server room, following the blueprint you pulled out in preparation for the mission. You override the lock and walk in with Bucky who stands watch as you set yourself up.

You start plugging in your burner phone and tablet to the servers and the hologram keyboard shows up on the floor: Tony's new gadget to keep the mission quiet and avoid the clacking of the keys from standard keyboard and it's portable.

As you're hacking into the systems you notice a small icon pop up on your tablet. That's weird, what is that?

You click it and your tablet shuts down. Fuck! What the hell just happened?

The screen opens up to the main screen of a video game. It's a clown, dancing across the screen.

You press "Start Game".

You have to catch the balloons for the clown and avoid them from falling to the ground. Confused, you play the game, thinking it's a firewall made to confuse hackers. You assume that if you beat it, you'll break through the firewall.

As you're about to win, the screen goes black again followed by the words on repeat in red:

"All work and no play, makes Y/N a dull woman"

Your eyes widen in shock. You know who this is and it isn't good.

You unplug everything and smash them to ground.

"What the hell are you doing?!" yells Bucky.

"We've been compromised, you say to Bucky and through the intercom for the rest of the team to know. I was caught in the game, they know who I am and where we are. These are really bad people that you do not want to mess with. We have to go now!"

You start pulling every wire in the room possible, destroying all servers. Might as well leave with a bang while you're there.

You and Bucky run out to the staircase and climb up to the roof where Tony's helicopter is waiting for you, you both climb in and start flying off.

Suddenly, there's a bright flash followed by a loud bang. The tail of the helicopter is on fire and everything is spinning uncontrollably. You're screaming as you look at Bucky whose eyes are filled with worry and fear.

He's the last thing you see before you crash land and everything goes black.

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Moments of Regret

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda has never done something she didn't end up regretting at some point. You're no different.

Warnings: A N G S T

Note: I wanted to contribute Angst August too!! No, there is no part 2 :-)

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Wanda wonders if her life is just made up of moments of regret. She regrets being an experiment, even if it did give her powers. She regrets helping Ultron, which ultimately leads to Pietro's death. She regrets not training more and accidentally blowing up a building with people inside. She regrets being unable to save her teammates after Thanos. 

She regrets Westview even if it was a beautiful dream for just a moment. She regrets letting her loneliness allowing herself to fall in love with someone so lovely as you because all Wanda knows is how to ruin things. 

Wanda stares at you from the bar while you're on the dance floor, smiling, spinning, and laughing with Yelena. It's a beautiful sight to see, really. Wanda can't help but be so thankful you can still look like that after what she's done to you. 

It's just another thing to regret, really, Wanda thinks. How could she possibly believe she'd be happy with Vision again once his new body had regained all of his memories? She was sure she could've returned to that dream of them together and eventually having kids like Billy and Tommy. Her magic could do anything, so it was worth trying again, wasn't it?

And while she missed Billy and Tommy more than words could ever say, and she still loved Vision, it wasn't the same anymore. Had that been because of you? 

Wanda watches you throw your head back, letting out such a freeing laugh at whatever Yelena was saying as you danced that it was physically gut-wrenching to see.

Jealous. 

A hot, uncomfortable, burning pit of jealousy forms in Wanda's gut. She has no right to it and is all too aware of that. But still, that should be her. 

Wanda pictures it, herself in Yelena's place, holding you and spinning you, saying things that no one else can hear just in the hopes that you'll laugh like you are now. 

"Stare any harder and I think you'll bore a hole in Yelena's head."

Wanda doesn't need to look to see that it's Bucky who slides up to her with his own drink.

"You cut your hair," Wanda says instead. 

"Yeah, Sam was ragging on me saying it was getting too long," Bucky grumbles. 

"Why does Sam care?" Wanda asks, only mildly curious.

Bucky was silent for a moment, the ice clanking around in his glass.

"I don't think he does," Bucky finally says. "I think he knows that I don't like it too long since it reminds me of...and well, I can put things off for too long when I'm in my head."

The answer makes Wanda's heart sting a little. She hears echoes of your voice nagging her to get her hair trimmed when the split ends were getting out of control, and no—she couldn't use magic, not after the last time she accidentally made herself bald.

"Do you miss her?" Bucky asks, addressing the elephant in the room and Wanda's unwavering stare.

Wanda doesn't even know how to answer it. How does she convey that she misses you more than anything? The ache she feels makes breathing so painful, like she's inhaling dry, icy air. She would trade anything just for you to come back to her, and she'd give anything to undo all the hurt she's put you through. 

"Yeah," is all Wanda can say. 

Bucky sighs. "I don't want to get in the middle of it but she missed you too."

"Missed?" Wanda dryly smiles, feeling like pins pricked her.

"Well, I don't know anymore, we don't talk about you these days," Bucky shrugs. "But when you first left her, she didn't leave my couch for weeks. I had to get a new apartment just so she'd have a bedroom."

"I know," Wanda somehow heard it through the grapevine, which meant she heard it from Sam. "That was really nice of you to let her stay."

"I think I needed her company just as much as she needed mine. I couldn't get along with Sam at the time, and Steve had just...vanished, and well," Bucky shrugs again. Wanda thinks wryly he's such a man of many words.

"Anyway, she just couldn't talk about you at all at first," Bucky licks his bottom lip. "She just cried until there was nothing and I just—I've been through so much too but watching her was just so harrowing. She was trying to make herself smaller and dismissing the entire thing just so the crying would stop—"

"Why are you telling me this?" Wanda hisses, feeling something so miserable dredge inside her; she thought she would throw up.

"Because I want you to really understand how hard it was for her to get back to where she is now," Bucky bluntly told her. "I want you to understand that in her situation, I would've wanted to just give up, but she kept stupidly stumbling her way through it, getting lost so many times, but kept going even when she didn't want to. I want you to understand how many therapy sessions she paid out of pocket to go to when her work couldn't cover anymore. I want you to understand selfishly how I felt when I heard her laugh at the sitcoms she wouldn't watch anymore and what it was like to see her dance with absolutely no rhythm in the kitchen with nearly burnt eggs and pancakes."

"Bucky—"

"I want you to understand because she's coming this way and you could probably show her that you love her still and she should give you one more chance, but I want you to really consider it because you don't know what the last 2 years were like and if you ruin her again, I will genuinely manifest into the universe for shitty things to happen to you."

"Bucky!" You grin widely as you approach them, and to Wanda's surprise and to your credit, you keep the grin when you turn to her. "Wanda," you greet her as well. 

"Hey, doll," Bucky grins back at you as if he didn't just rip into Wanda and kick her in her metaphorical nuts. 

"Ugh, I keep telling you doll is too outdated now," you groan with a roll of your eyes before you smile manically at him. "Try saying, 'hey, bae,' instead."

Bucky's face contorted in disgust, his lip curling at you. "You'll have to brainwash me to get me to say that."

You let out a laugh that seems to light up the room they're in now and the metaphorical room of Wanda's heart.

"What's got you laughing like a goat over there anyway?" Bucky asks while you slap him on the arm, and Wanda feels inclined to as well because your laugh might as well be angels singing. 

"Yelena keeps making jokes about all the men here with porno staches. It has to be a new trend, I swear. Like 90% of the men here have it and it's so gross," you crinkle your nose. 

Bucky snorts, "Yeah, I don't get the youngsters so don't look at me."

"Sam would never let you live it down if you got a porno stache. He probably wouldn't even let you within 20 feet of his sister either, and you'd just hate that, wouldn't you?" You smirk while Bucky scowls at you.

Wanda's finding it hard to jump into the conversation, but she's not even sure if she'd be welcomed.

"Ha-ha," Bucky lets out with a straight face. "I'm going to go before you try to trick me into learning more of your dumb lingo."

"Aw, but you got a real good lesson on how to use manifestation," you smile and chuckle. 

Wanda idly thinks it's a little amusing for Bucky to use manifestation when he was lecturing her. But there isn't too much time to think about it when she's left alone with you.

"Can I get a water?" You ask the bartender.

"Already too drunk?" Wanda asks, a little surprised. She's been watching you the entire night, including that you only had 3 drinks.

"I think the whole covid thing ruined my alcohol tolerance," you snort. "I get tipsy off of coolers now."

Wanda finds it almost strange how easy it is to slip back into conversation with you and how it makes her feel like she's at home and everything in the universe is okay.

"How have you been?" Wanda asks after a while, watching you sip on your water. "You look good."

"Amazing," you smile. "I got a promotion at work and I've taken some time off to go traveling. I annoy Bucky on a daily basis while he pretends he doesn't enjoy it and I go on walks every day with Yelena and Fanny."

Something drops in Wanda's stomach.

"Oh, are you and Yelena...?" Wanda trails because she just can't bring herself to say it out loud.

You laugh lightly. "No, we get that a lot though. I think she's seeing someone else but I have yet to get it out of her."

It should be illegal how much relief floods through Wanda.

"How have you been? I heard you left Vision."

You should be talking about it spitefully, almost smugly, but you don't. You genuinely sound sad for her, but Wanda shrugs.

"It just wasn't what I wanted, I guess."

It seems like there's a plethora of words on the tip of your tongue, but you don't say anything about it.

"You've been good, though?" You ask her because, despite the fact you may have hated her for what she put you through, there was a part of you that genuinely wished for Wanda to be okay and happy.

And there are so many things Wanda could say. She could tell you no, she'll never be good until you come back to her. She'll never be alright unless she drops to her knees now and begs you to forgive her. That if she could figure it out, she'd use her magic to make a binding contract that she'd never do anything except treat you right and never make you sad again. Every day she would tell you she loved you and shower you with flowers you'd end up killing, and dance with you and forgo rhythm. She'd cook in the kitchen with you and let you mostly watch her or chop up a few vegetables here and there, but really, she wants to cook for you and have you keep her company. 

But all Wanda can think about is what Bucky said. What if she somehow ruins you all over? 

Bucky said you could be persuaded into giving her a second chance, but while Wanda feels like the universe is aligning again with you, she hasn't considered how you felt. 

Wanda can feel it through her magic. The sadness of her lingers in your bones and the apprehension in your mind. The careful mask you have to put on in front of her as an ex. 

Love would not be enough to fix this, and Wanda doesn't know if she has anything more to give than just love. 

You need stability, reassurance, consistency, commitment, and loyalty. 

All Wanda knows is how to follow her heart and her emotions, and her moments of regret are always just her following without thinking. 

So, all Wanda can say with a wry smile is, "I've been better." You give her such a disheartened smile that Wanda just stares at you. So beautiful and such a walking contradiction. Clumsy but graceful, silly but elegant, sad but happy. 

Wanda wishes love was enough, but when she stares at you, she knows you deserve more. 

One day, she'll be able to give you that. If the universe aligns once more and kindly offers her an opportunity, she'll never let it slip again like she has today.

But until then, she smiles at you. "This is enough."

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Warning: poorly written, making out, lots of "you".

A/N: It's been awhile since I last updated this story! I know there's a downgrade on my writing but I'm trying to do something about it :')) enjoy reading tho!!

The team gathered around the hall when Fury introduced you to them. Offering their hands as they greet you. Some shook your hand and some kissed the back of it.

Although a certain emerald eyes caught your interest— staring right at you is Natasha

Romanoff herself, THE Black Widow.

"Agent Romanoff" she nod at you as an acknowledgement of your greeting before walking past you.

Your nerves seems to be tensed when you were facing her. The atmosphere was silent— too silent before Tony finally clicked his tongue.

"Don't think too much about Romanoff, she isn't actually good at this." He stated.

"Also she could be worse than that" Sam added.

Both of them sharing a laugh earning a glare from the captain.

"What, capsicle? I just remembered Romanoff flipped a new intern right after introducing themselves. She said it was a test." Tony shrugged.

Ever since you were recruited by Nick Fury, many people took their likings on you, even your teammates once shoot their shot on you when Tony threw a party. Unique is something they'll describe you because of how different you are; personality, abilities— everything about you is admirable.

Weeks of staying in the compound and you rarely see Natasha outside of the gym or maybe she's just an early bird and you're a heavy sleeper, in that way your schedules won't definitely match.

As you're making yourself a cup of coffee, someone placed a hand on your exposed waist due to the cropped tank top you're wearing, causing you to freeze on your spot. Meanwhile, the person was just reaching for a mug that is in the cupboard which you are in under.

Great

A raspy voice groggily let out an apology after they noticed you tensed under their touch. You look to your side and see Natasha pouring herself a coffee.

"That's—" before you could finish your sentence she's staring right at you, drinking your coffee.

"I'll just make one again" you sighed and she apologized once again.

After that you made sure to yourself that you'll wake up early, failing almost everyday, you changed your motto; "at least I get to talk with Natasha if I wake up early."

The interactions with Natasha were noticed by some of your colleagues— Her arms clinging on your shoulder as she play with your hair during movie nights, sitting on the beanbag you're in instead of the ones unoccupied, her hands on one of your legs during team meetings, and making coffee side by side as if it requires two person to make.

Natasha never noticed how clingy she is when it comes to you, even the team teased you about it whenever she's not around.

"Come on, Y/N. She's like your personal koala now." Bucky snorted a laugh and you threw a pillow on his face using your power causing him to fall out of your bed. Cons of sitting on the corner of the bed.

This time, you didn't get the chance to talk to her when Steve begged you to fix his laptop since Tony is out on a mission and he got a letter from Fury that they'll sent him in too.

You let out a huff when the device started to lag, there's a possibility that Steve accidentally pressed on a website that has bugs on it.

"Hey" You turned around and saw Natasha, smiling.

"What you got in there?" She asked.

"Steve's laptop is kind of crashing and I don't have the patience to do this right now" you admitted, you're really not good at handling your patience especially when you're stuck in one place and alone— so you don't actually mind Natasha around.

"Here, let me help you" she stood behind your back and leaned in, a hand placed on your waist as support and the other one on the mouse connected to the laptop.

Her front is pressed on your back, she's warm.

Thumb brushing on your skin absentmindedly as she starts working on the laptop— few clicks and it's done.

"I spent hours on that by the way" you muttered under your breath.She probably realized where her hand is and withdrew it from you. She bid her goodbye and went to the gym.

That was three days ago, now she's ignoring you.

Every time you enter the room she'll excuse herself. She wakes up earlier than usual and always out for a run of a walk that sometimes lasts for an hour or three.

You saw him with Bruce laughing in the kitchen, her favorite mug in hands as Bruce offered her coffee. That used to be us— wait I'm not supposed to feel this way. Natasha and I are just friends, right?

She saw you looking from afar, when your gaze met, you huffed and rolled your eyes before going back to your room. It's your turn to ignore her; staying with Tony inside his lab but today is different, Bruce is here too.

"So, you and Romanoff?" You questioned Bruce as soon as Tony left the lab.

The man scratched the back of his head before answering,

"It's complicated" With that, you decided it's much better to roam the streets of New York. What is this feeling.

You love telling your best friend that someday you'll live in a big city, before you left your hometown.

"What the—" You looked at the person holding your wrist, Maria.

"Urgent mission" She whispered on your ear.

It's too sudden but you're stuck inside the compound for too long now, Fury assigned you on a mission for the first time— get the intel and leave the basement, that's all. But they never mentioned that you'll do it with the red head.

You finished it earlier than you two expected— anxiety starts to bubble up inside you out of nowhere, the eerie silence makes you uncomfortable plus the presence of Natasha behind you.

You felt her poking your shoulder and you stopped on your tracks.

"What is it?" You said as quiet as possible. You never meant to say it that coldly.

' It's complicated ' Your brain mocking Banner's answer.

Alarms went out alerting both you and Natasha, armed men swarming the place— shit.

Your eyes glowing green when you felt your power surging through your veins.

"Fire!" A man shouted and bullets made their way towards your direction, casting a force field that turns it into green dusts Natasha was shocked beside you.

The team never saw you using your powers before and that makes Natasha the first one to witness it.

You turned the green dusts into spears and sent it back to the enemies, blood splattered on the walls and their bodies covered with it.

You grabbed Natasha's hand and ran back to the quinjet, it's too risky to release your powers further— it'll take a toll on your body. Still need to control that one.

You were a stumbling mess when you got inside the quinjet but few minutes after, you're completely good again. Natasha looked at you worriedly but she made sure to get the hell out of that place, put the jet on autopilot before checking on you.

"Y/N" she said quietly, caressing your face as she did.

You removed your face from her hand and looked down.

"Romanoff—"

"Romanoff?" Her brows furrowed when you looked at her.

"Isn't that your name?"

"I thought we're already way past that"

"As I was saying, Bruce will not—" You were immediately cut off by Natasha before you could finish it.

"Bruce? What is this supposed to do with him?" She studied you for a while before everything made sense to her.

Her hands made its way on your face again, making you look at her before closing your eyes and pressing your forehead to hers so that she won't notice your tears.

"You're such an idiot" she stated.

"Bruce and I are not together, Y/N" she added firmly and mushed your face with her hands, you're crying.

"You— you were ignoring me, Natasha. Then I saw the two of you together and I thought you're ignoring me because you're already with him" You explained.

"I told myself I'm not supposed to fell in love with you." You sighed before you felt her lips pressed against yours.

"But I can't help it" You finished when she pulled away.

After the mission, the two of you are back to your old routine but this time you're dating THE Natasha Romanoff although the team doesn't know yet. Not until,

"Fuck!" You cussed out when you felt Natasha's hands inside your shirt, making its way to grope your breast as she trails kisses down your neck.

The show you're watching is already forgotten since you started your make out session with the redhead.

"Come on, lovebirds! Not on the couch!" Sam said, you flipped him off before dragging Natasha in your room.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanov #credits to the creator of divider

[soulgazingwithbucky]

protect, ch. 2 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You've spent your life protecting your younger brother, until an invitation from Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes turns everything on its head.

Warnings: mentions of parent death, reader feeling traumatized, some violence

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: wanted to share my inspo for this fic! i was inspired by mcu phase 4, and wondered what it would look like for bucky to pass the mantle. obviously this fic took a different turn and doesnt rly focus on that, but nonetheless wanted to share :) hope you enjoy. divider credits to @lesbiacebian!!

Masterlist: {one} | {two} | {three}

And so you find yourself grumpy and groggy in the passenger seat, scolding Tomas.

“The next time they want you to train at this hour, tell them to eat shit,” you groan, arms crossed over your chest.

Tomas glances at you. For a second, you look like a smaller version of Bucky, moping about a situation you put yourself in. He names his observation, and you slowly drop your arms and release your scowl.

Sam and Bucky have grown to be close confidants in the past few months, checking in on you nearly as much as they spend time with your brother. Sam’s counseling sessions are on your only day off; when he picks up Tomas for their appointments, Bucky stays behind, helping you with errands or otherwise keeping you company. He seems more than happy to accompany you on grocery trips, help you with minor projects around the apartment, or just enjoy a film with you. You didn’t realize that during these weekly visits, you unconsciously picked up on some of his mannerisms.

Tomas stops short of a chain link fence. He presses some buttons on his phone, triggering a mechanism that slides the gate open. You squint at the spacious area; it’s nearly bare, save for the low lights illuminating the tarmac and the tall, metal building that looms to your right. Tomas delicately presses the gas pedal, and the car lurches forward at an agonizing pace. When the car just barely passes the gate, Tomas shuts off the car and switches off the headlights. You stare at your brother, who looks solemnly ahead–he has never done anything carefully in his life.

In all honesty, you thought Tomas would be meeting a date. After all, he told you about a last-minute “mysterious training” that happened to be in the middle of the night? You weren’t stupid. Under normal circumstances, you would wave him off and tell him to bring back the car in tip top shape. But in case that it was some corrupt alien monster trying to lure him out, you insisted on accompanying him. You figured you would make sure he was safe before taking off. He fought against this, only fueling your theory that he was indeed rendezvousing with some pretty thing. You had let him think he won, until you threw yourself into the passenger seat right when he was about to leave.

Rookie mistake, thinking you would ever let him win an argument.

But now, with Tomas’s knuckles paling with his grip on the wheel, his gaze steely and his body trembling in expectation, you wonder what you’ve walked into. Tomas holds his breath and the car now falls into complete silence as you both watch a small aircraft exit the hangar. Two figures follow, towing what looks like weapons and manila folders.

“Tomas, what’s–”

“Stealth exercise. Bye, sis,” he says quickly. Before you know it, his speedy ass is out of the car, making his way over to Sam and Bucky.

And he expects you to believe that? You quickly leave your seat, following after Tomas.

“What is going on?” you hiss, much to Tomas’s horror. He turns around, silently waving you off with an aggressive gesture of his hand.

“Oh, I know you did not just–”

Obviously, at this point, you have earned the attention of the heroes, who have stopped at the top of the airplane stairs. Startled recognition paints Sam and Bucky’s faces, and the latter points an accusing finger in Tomas’s direction.

“You got some fuckin’ nerve, kid,” Bucky growls. The light from the hangar illuminates his burning stare and tense snarl.

“I thought we made it perfectly clear–,” Sam begins.

“I know, but I can help you guys. I’m ready,” Tomas insists as he attempts to close the distance between himself and the two men.

“Aht!” Sam says, holding his hand out to stop your brother from ascending any further.

“Ready for what?!” you say from the bottom step.

Over the comms system, their pilot confirms they are ready for takeoff.

“You need to leave, now,” Sam instructs gravely.

“Both of you,” Bucky emphasizes.

“Great, have a good night,” you say. You’re donning well-loved pajamas, and the thin fleece does nothing to protect you from the evening chill. You grab Tomas’s sleeve, turning around and tugging him along. He shakes you off, keeping his eyes locked on his mentors.

“No way,” he tells them. “I’m coming. You guys have been talking about this forever, and it’s about time I get some field experience–”

“That’s not for you to decide!” Bucky says, exasperation dripping in his voice.

“I concur,” you add. Bucky gestures towards you, as if to say, See?! Can you listen to your sister?!

Through their earpieces, their pilot asks them what the hold up is. As Dr. Banner remotely tracks their mark’s location, he urges, “It’s now or never, guys.”

Sam glances at the airplane, then at the both of you. He looks at the stairs you’re all standing on, knowing that the aircraft can’t take off unless the area is clear and, most importantly, he and Bucky are on this damn plane.

After a few years of working as partners, Bucky can practically read the man’s mind.

“Sam, no–”

“I know, I know.” Sam turns to both of you, anger painting his features. “Get in, now.”

Tomas tries to mask his smile, knowing full well he is in trouble with the three most important people in his life. But he got away with it, didn’t he? He pieced together that Sam and Bucky were leaving for an assignment from the hushed conversations between training sessions. When he saw a text on Bucky’s phone naming a crime organization that had Tomas on their short list, he had to find a way in. So he could tell those bastards thanks, but no fucking thanks before breaking all of their noses.

“Fix your face,” you tell him discontentedly.

“As soon as we land, our pilot’s taking you back,” Sam grunts. “We’ll find our own way back. Banner, did you copy that?”

“I’m already here! You might as well make use of me,” Tomas argues.

“For what?!” you say, still in the dark about all of this.

Bucky addresses you, though his darkened eyes are still fixed on your brother.

“Organization called The Snakeroot Clan,” he says. He tears his eyes away from Tomas to face you. “They’re based in Japan, but we got word that some of their members are here on business.”

“The goal was to apprehend Harry Kenkoy and Feruze. But now it’s to make sure you two get home safely,” Sam picks up.

Tomas exhales loudly, earning a glare from both you and Bucky.

“They are dangerous,” Bucky says through gritted teeth. He feels the frustration bubbling and he suddenly rises from his seat to the back of the cabin, facing away from everyone in an effort to calm down. How stupid could this kid be to put himself in danger? And to put his human sister in danger right alongside him?

“Crazy dangerous,” Sam confirms. “They’re not just criminals–some of them are also mystics. They’ll fuck you up, kid, in more ways than one.”

“And that’s exactly why you took me to Kamar-Taj,” is Tomas’s rebuttal.

“That is not why we took you to Kamar-Taj!” Bucky yells, slamming his fist along the adjacent wall. In a split second, he’s in front of Tomas, leaning over him. Your heart stutters, and you’re ready to pull the hero back, but Tomas doesn’t back down, leaning forward until their noses are practically touching.

“You’re on a suicide mission, kid; you made a stupid plan like it’s your duty to put yourself in the line of fire when there are other people perfectly capable of doing it without–”

“Can’t help it,” Tomas spits. “Growing up, I drooled over my fucking history books, learning all about a man that no one believed in with a dumb plan to help save the world.”

Bucky is stunned, and Tomas breaks their staredown, hard eyes absorbing the night clouds you’re flying through.

“I heard he had someone by his side who stuck by him and believed in him,” Tomas spits. “But sis, you were right. Never meet your heroes.”

Sam and Bucky glance at you before sharing a look. You can only open your mouth, only to shut it. It was what you had told him when Steve Rogers was invited to read a book based off of him at Tomas’s former elementary school. Tomas had begged you to pick him up early from school so you could try to get even a glimpse of his hero. You agreed, but by the time you arrived, he was long gone, whisked away by something more important.

Sam stops thumbing his shield, standing up to use the lavatory. He claps his hand on Tomas’s shoulder.

“If it helps any, he was a hardass on Steve, too,” Sam whispers with a small smile before disappearing into the bathroom.

“I heard that,” Bucky grumbles. “And that punk deserved it, too.”

While the plane roars around you, you and Tomas are having a silent exchange. He can see the anger, understanding, upset, confusion, and sympathy in your eyes.

I had to, sis, his eyes are telling you.

I know, is the message your expression is sending back. But you’re gonna wish the evil sorcerers got to you first when I’m through with you.

He smiles, shifting his gaze to the airplane window once again.

“Look, I’m sorry, kid,” Bucky speaks up from across the aisle.

Tomas huffs. “I tried to come without her. I knew you would react like this if she came.”

“What does that mean?” you say. Much to Bucky’s relief, Sam’s exit from the bathroom is perfectly timed.

“He can take us to the entrance, Sam,” Bucky decides. “And then he gets his ass back to the plane. Immediately.”

His partner cocks his head at the idea, but has no rebuttal. Through their earpieces, Dr. Banner announces that the pilot has started their descent.

While Sam is handing Tomas a gun, Bucky takes his earpiece and places it in your hand.

“‘Cause I know you’re gonna be freaking out in here,” he explains. You manage a smile.

“Tomas comes back in one piece, you hear me?”

He nods solemnly, knowing your humorous tone is only a mask.

“You all come back in one piece.”

“And you stay put,” he responds. You nod, placing the communication device in your ear. He places a reassuring hand on the side of your head, smiling when you unconsciously lean into his touch. This time, it’s Sam and Tomas’s turn to exchange a look.

“We gotta go, Bucky,” Sam says, before turning his attention to the young man beside him. He points at his chest, emphasizing, “Entrance and back.”

“Entrance and back,” Tomas repeats with a grin. He meets your concerned eyes with a nod before disappearing into the night with Sam and Bucky.

For the first few minutes, your legs feel like jelly. Your nerves glue you to your seat, and you can only manage to buckle and unbuckle your seatbelt numerous times. You stare out of the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of your brother or the heroes, but can only see darkness.

The next few minutes after that, you’re pacing the cabin’s length, suddenly restless. You wipe your clammy hands on your pants, looking around for something to make yourself useful. Sitting around doing nothing was never your thing; Bucky’s simple request to stay put in the cabin was not a simple request for you. You decide your goal is to find a weapon, in case a mystic or two find the plane and need their asses handed to them.

While you search the aircraft, you hear Sam’s voice over comms, informing Dr. Banner that they’re about to meet the target.

“You sure you don’t want to do this instead, Banner?” Bucky muses.

“Covert is in your wheelhouse, not the big guy’s,” Bruce responds. “Be careful.”

You give up trying to get into the weapons locker, and instead decide on the aircraft’s fire extinguisher as your weapon of choice. You nearly invite yourself into the cockpit to confer with the pilot in case you were attacked, but you decide that the best plan would be to leave them alone so they could do their job.

You sit back in your seat, gripping the extinguisher. The red metal chills your lap through the fabric of your pajama pants. You fight every urge to run out into the darkness, to follow after your brother, knowing your role tonight was to practice patience and trust.

After a few agonizing minutes of silence, you sigh in relief at your brother’s hushed voice through the communication device in your ear: “They’re in the building, heading back now.”

“Roger. Watch your six, kid,” Bruce responds.

“Name’s Tomas,” your brother responds, and you can practically hear the goofy grin spreading across his face.

You peer out of the window, waiting to see your brother’s lanky figure appear through the darkness. One minute turns to five, which turns to ten, and you feel your stomach tying itself in knots.

“Bruce, come in,” you speak up.

“Go for Bruce.”

The plane door swings open, and you jump, nearly knocking the extinguisher to the floor. You quickly get to your feet, extinguisher aimed, but quickly drop it to hug your brother.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, pulling back and smoothing his windswept hair.

He gives you a lopsided smile.

“They told me to update our pilot, let her know everything’s on track. Means we’ll be leaving at the expected time,” Tomas says. You nod, but pull him into your arms one last time before he disappears into the cockpit.

Bruce’s voice comes over the communications system, and you slap your forehead. You had completely forgotten that you reached out to him.

“Bruce, I’m so sorry, everything’s good–”

He cuts you off, his voice low with a slight tremble. “You need to leave.”

The urgency in his tone is everything you need to know. “Wait, let me get Tomas.”

“No, you need to leave.” He is speaking quickly. “Operations logistics, including communication with the pilot, is strictly done remotely. By the mission lead. Me. Agents on the ground are there to focus on their job.”

You freeze, right outside of the cockpit. “What are you saying, Bruce?”

“Sam and Bucky would never tell your brother–”

You hear a strangled scream on the other side that causes the hair on your arms to rise. But the scream cuts off, the unnatural silence sending another round of chills through your body. The door swings open, and you swear your brother’s eyes flash purple as he fixes his gaze on you.

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “I wanted to do that a lot more subtly.” He has a blade in his hand, and he’s wiping the crimson residue on the wrist of his jacket. He’s slowly moving towards you; with every step forward, you take one step back. Your eyes flash to the extinguisher on the ground, the door on your left, the bloody knife in Tomas’s hand.

“You…never had a knife.” Your hands are reaching around behind you, trying to keep your balance as you continue to create distance between yourself and your sibling.

Tomas looks at the knife, then at you. He taps his temple with the blade, as if to say silly me. The gesture leaves a ruby dot on the side of his head.

“Duh. Sorry,” he says. He sheaths the knife; in the same instant, he pulls out the gun from Sam, pointing it at your head. “Is this better?”

“RUN!” Bruce yells through your earpiece, and you push past your brother, reaching for the aircraft door. You make quick acquaintances with the floor when Tomas grips your ankle, twisting you and dragging you back towards him. Your vision becomes a jumble of white stars and ceiling panels. Still, your legs kick as hard as they can, trying to release you from your brother’s painful grip.

Tomas appears to be talking to himself as he pulls you to the back of the plane. “I like this body. Real strong, real fast.”

This man looks and sounds like your brother, but the glint in his eyes and the inflection in his tone tells you that, right now, this is not the person you’ve been raising the past few years.

“Tomas! TOMAS!” you scream, clawing at his hands, hoping to trigger your brother back to reality. Were it not for the adrenaline, you might feel the tears flowing down your cheeks, the rhythmic throbbing in your head, the pain in your ankle as the bones threatened to snap under the superhuman grip.

You try to pull your head away from the barrel of the gun, but you’re pinned–there’s nowhere for you to go. Tomas presses the barrel right between your eyebrows.

“They say we need you,” Tomas huffs. He grits his teeth before moving the gun away from you, as if it puts him in physical pain to not put a bullet in your head.

You hear the door swing open once again, followed by heavy footsteps. Tomas’s eyes follow the intrusion. You act quickly, reaching out until your fingers find the extinguisher. You swing as hard as you can, hearing the metallic clank as the object collides with your brother’s head. As he reels from the impact, you propel yourself backwards on your heels until you feel arms hooking underneath you and lifting you to your feet. Bucky spins you until you’re facing him, giving you a quick assessment before stepping in front of you.

Sam moves forward, launching his shield at Tomas. The younger man ducks behind a seat, and the weapon ricochets off of the back wall. Bucky captures the shield in his right hand and leaves Tomas no time to prepare as he throws it in his direction again.

“Snap out of it, kid!” he urges as Tomas dives out of the way. The shield returns to Bucky, and he moves as though he’s about to throw it again. Tomas readies himself, but doesn’t notice Sam sneaking to his side, his fist connecting with your brother’s jaw. Tomas crumples to the ground, and you instinctively move forward, stopped only by Bucky’s left arm across your decolletage.

Bucky lifts the shield and Sam raises his fists.

“Sis?” Tomas’s voice cracks as he calls for you. He lifts his head, and your stomach turns again.

“Tomas,” you gasp in recognition. There’s the familiarity in his eyes, the voice that you’ve known for the past nineteen years. You push past Bucky, going to comfort your bruised and fearful sibling.

Tomas sits himself up against the wall, groaning as he feels the injuries on his body. He winces and grasps his side. You check over him with worried eyes as Sam tells Bruce to call for backup. Bucky is unloading an extensive first aid kit next to you.

“Tell Doc Strange,” Tomas groans as Bucky flashes a light into his eyes, “I need a re-up on that protection spell.”

“Idiot,” you and Bucky tell him. Your eyes meet at the shared utterance, and for a moment, the world melts away in the ocean blue. You find your mouth turning upward in an amused smile, one you were sure you couldn’t manage just a moment ago.

“They know I’m still here, right?” Tomas asks Sam, who rolls his eyes and shrugs.

And so you watch Captain America settle down across from you, taking a grateful sip of the fresh coffee. Bucky had just left with Tomas a couple minutes prior, telling Sam that he would never be able to keep up at the track with a super soldier and an enhanced being. Sam had waved him off with a yeah, yeah, but you know their jests were a kind attempt to make you feel better about the true purpose of the day.

The days since your brother invited himself to the Avengers’ mission have been…rough, to say the least. After the adrenaline finished coursing through your bodies, you and Tomas were left with the brutal reality that he nearly murdered you.

On his way back to the plane, he was accosted by several members of the Snakeroot Clan. Just as Sam warned, they fucked his shit up. Bad. Bucky relayed the information from Dr. Strange: the spell was basic, but sufficient. A mystic was able to take over Tomas’s mind, but the enchantment was limited in proximity. The further Tomas traveled to return to the plane, the weaker it became; several knocks on the head were sufficient to loosen the spell’s grip on your brother.

All the while, Sam and Bucky found themselves ambushed. Comms were down within the facility’s walls, and they could only hear the occasional crackle of Bruce’s voice. Bucky had seen red, knowing that if they managed to trap him and Sam, you and Tomas were faring worse. The thought was nearly unbearable, and Bucky had most of the clan slumped to the ground before kicking the sealed door open. Sam had stared at his shield, wondering if his presence was even necessary, before following Bucky back to the plane.

You and Tomas were in limbo. He apologized profusely, and you forgave profusely. He was a jumble of I’m sorry, I should’ve paid more attention at Kamar-Taj, I never should’ve put us in that situation. You were the choked responses of it’s okay, I’m just glad you’re okay, let’s check on that knot on your head. You were afraid to be around each other, but also afraid to be without each other. You wanted to hug your brother, ruffle his hair, lovingly call him a piece of shit, but you couldn’t get the image of him almost killing you out of your head.

Bucky had disappeared for a couple days, too; his rage rendered him unable to remember anything between getting to the facility and bandaging Tomas up, and it terrified him.

“It’s normal,” Sam tells you. You shift uncomfortably in the dining seat. “I hope you know that.”

You’re not sure what’s normal about being afraid every time you open a door or turn a corner, terrified that your own brother is waiting, gun in hand.

Sam sees this, continuing in a tone that is the perfect mix of gentle and firm: “It’s not gonna go away by itself.”

Your jaw clenches.

“What do you do to take care of yourself?”

Take care of yourself? You don’t know, eat, sleep, maybe put on a TV show every once in a while? Though now that you think about it, you’ve been working through your lunch breaks, avoiding moments of rest that were just filled with terrifying flashbacks. And sleep wasn’t exactly sleep–more like tossing and turning until sleep happened to overtake you for a few minutes, then you would wake up and start the restless cycle all over again. Oh, and the TV show was mostly background noise while you researched mind control–

Sam calls out your name. You blink yourself back to reality, realizing you haven’t said a word since you’ve sat down at your kitchen table.

“When my dad wasn’t running the restaurant, he was in church.”

You look up at him, recalling stories about the Wilson family that Bucky learned on his visits to Delacroix. You see Bucky’s bright eyes and big smile as he told you about Cass and AJ, about Louisianian cuisine, about Sam and Sarah’s bickering.

“And my mom was there for every one of his sermons, in the third pew.” He looks down at his mug with a chuckle. “Never the first, because Titi Nisa had a hearing problem and Mrs. Roberts was too short to sit anywhere else.”

You smile, imagining a woman with Sam’s friendly grin helping other church-goers into the rows in front of her.

“And never in the second pew, no, that was for newcomers. Families that had just moved in, visitors from out of town…They deserved the second row, not the pastor’s wife.

“But when my dad was killed, she started sitting in the back row.

“And when my mom got shot, that’s when I started going.”

He lets out a mirthless huff, a sharp and emotionless exhale through his nose.

“I was so mad. My dad stood in front of the congregation every week, talking about seeing the good in people, about our duty to do things to make the world better. I mean, shit, I dunno, I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there.

“But I hated myself. When I went to bed, I had dreams that they were still alive, that I was getting ready for church with them. I feel like I replayed every waking moment. What if I tackled the dude before he pulled the knife out on my dad? What if instead of going to that birthday party in the second grade, I stayed and hung out with my mom? And when I wasn’t torturing myself, I was putting on a tough face so Sarah would be able to look at her big brother and know that everything was okay.”

Your eyes prickled with tears and your nose stung, hearing an all-too-familiar story. You had seen Sam in many different lights at this point: the hero of great skill, the coach of short patience, the joker of quick retorts. Bucky filled in the gaps of your Sam Wilson knowledge bank, painting a picture of a magnificent uncle, a more-than-capable partner, a trusted and beloved friend. But never had you expected to see him in this light.

“I was in college,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, “when Mom died. Um, heart attack. We had no way of knowing. I was at a lecture, Tomas was in class. I got in my car and I drove. I, um, drove for hours. My university was out-of-state.

“When I got there, um, she was–she was gone. Tomas got to say goodbye, but I didn’t. He told her we loved her. That we would be okay.”

You quickly wipe the tears before they trace down your cheek.

“Sam, I don’t feel okay.”

He nods. His eyebrows twitch as if they want to furrow in sympathy, but he stops himself.

“The one and only time I was on campus after that was to withdraw. I got a job at the restaurant around the corner, I picked up extra shifts, I started working at this store in the mall–to make sure we were okay–”

“Yeah,” Sam cuts in. He sees how your chest heaves, how your breathing is turning erratic. “Yeah, I know.

“So let me ask you this. If you close your eyes and picture yourself calm, and happy, what do you see?”

You take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind as your eyes close and Sam disappears behind a curtain of darkness. You reach into your memory, pulling out moments of joy.

“Um, watching Tomas win competitions. Watching our favorite shows, especially the ones we liked as kids–”

“I’m gonna stop you there,” Sam says, and your eyes open. “What about…something without Tomas?”

“Without?”

“Yeah. Um, listen, we know how you love him, but a lot of your life revolves around your brother. And that’s great, you know, but I think…sometimes, you’re as dependent on him as he is on you.”

Your first instinct is to immediately shoot down the notion. But you realize how quickly you want to deny the sentiment, and you wonder why that is. You press your lips together.

You close your eyes again.

“A couple months ago, I drew a bath, lit some candles, watched this cheesy movie. Um, I saw some friends from high school a year ago–we saw a comedy show, then grabbed dinner.”

You smile as your words summon the memories to your mind. But a different picture paints itself over the recollections. You’re sitting at the edge of the couch, looking over at your favorite part of the film, smiling proudly as Bucky laughs, right on cue. You’re shoving leftovers into your fridge as Bucky returns your dining table to its original spot, making easy work of the furniture pieces. You see his cropped dark hair, his soft blues, his bright smile.

Your eyes are wide when they open, and you pray Sam doesn’t notice as your face floods with heat. His face, even the subtle smile, betray nothing.

The oven clock informs you that your time with the captain is up.

“You’re good, Wilson,” you say. “You’re good.”

He gives a dismissive shrug as you both rise.

“That’s why they pay me the big bucks, right?”

“They pay you the big bucks?”

“Nah.”

You and Sam stop in front of the front door.

“Thanks, Sam,” you say earnestly. “You didn’t have to do all that, and–no, stop, you really didn’t. You were a counselor for war vets, for heroes. Not for people like me. You’re a good friend.”

“What makes you think you’re not a hero?” he says. “Your brother thinks the world of you, you know.”

You give him a lopsided smile.

“And that bionic staring machine looks up to you, too.

“Not me, though. I think you kinda suck.”

He shoves his shoulder into you jokingly as you laugh at the sharp turn of his words. You open the door, ready to quip about kicking him out. On the other side, your brother waits with his keys in hand, Bucky standing expectantly beside him.

“Mile time is down to two minutes and thirty-four seconds, sis,” Tomas announces with a grin, shooting you a thumbs up. You find yourself looking closely at his eyes, making sure there’s no hint of a purple hue.

“Got a great view of the back of my head the whole time,” Bucky adds.

Tomas deflates, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, and your knees haven’t stopped cracking since,” he grumbles, earning a laugh from Sam.

At the training facility, the four of you look over Tomas’s lab tests.

“Everything looks good,” Bucky confirms, meeting your eyes and nodding.

“But it’s just as we suspected,” Sam said. “Your cells regenerate at regular levels, meaning you don’t heal like an enhanced. Can’t jump out of planes with no regard like this idiot here.”

Bucky is about to retort, before realizing Redwing’s footage somewhere in the ether. He settles for a displeased grunt.

“You’re up, Cap,” he tells his partner.

You and Bucky prop yourself up against the boxing ring’s ropes, getting a clear view of Sam and Tomas at the rock climbing wall. Sam is having him scale the wall incrementally, gauging at what height Tomas would need equipment for a safe landing. Bucky knows he wouldn’t be the most qualified for this session, because…

“I kinda just…throw myself at things,” he says, scratching his neck. “There’s really no better way to put it.”

You laugh with a shake of your head. “You’re a super soldier, not a boomerang, Barnes.”

He shrugs. “Don’t underestimate me.” He has his phone in his hand, flipping it around absentmindedly. You watch his nimble fingers for a few seconds.

“Hey,” you say, a lightbulb going off. “You should train me.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “In what, exactly?”

You shrug, nervously wiggling your foot, feeling a phantom hand wrapping around your ankle. Despite the passage of time, your bruises remain, serving as a torturous reminder.

“Self-defense, I guess. Maybe some cool moves to impress the ladies, or whatever it is you do.”

He smiles, stepping backwards off of the ring’s ledge. It’s not a bad idea, and he wonders why he didn’t think to offer it first.

“So you’re saying I impress you,” is his takeaway. His eyes scan the pegboard in front of him, running his fingers over the selection of weapons. He selects two training knives before making his way back to the ring, swinging himself over the ropes.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, now, Barnes,” you tease as you take his hand. He helps you climb over the ropes, his hand finding the small of your back as you lower yourself into the ring.

Bucky takes you through some basic techniques. He shows you several grips, pairing them with the best flicks, slashes, and thrusts. You’re surprised at how much you have to focus on your footwork. Bucky moves your hips, even guides your knees and crouches down by your feet. When you yelp as his hand gently prods your ankle forward, Bucky reels.

“No, it’s not you,” you say, propping your right foot on your toes to alleviate the pain. “Just…still sore.”

While he’s still bent low to the ground, Bucky silently offers you his hand. Questioningly, you gingerly place your hand in his, and he guides you down beside him. One hand forms a loose circle right above your ankle, the other grips your shoe. He draws slow circles with your foot, earning a hiss from you.

“HYDRA sent me to the Philippines for a few months,” he tells you. “First, for an assassination, but I was ordered to stay. Train with one of their contacts, who was an expert in a local form of knife fighting. Some of the most impressive knife skills in the world. Breathe, doll, breathe.”

You force an exhale as Bucky rotates your foot in the other direction. “Knives are really more the…Soldier’s thing. I stopped using them a long time ago.”

“I had no idea,” you said. “Maybe we shouldn’t–”

“We definitely should. Use HYDRA’s training for something good, right? Someone good. That feel okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Thanks.” You look up at him, trying to relax the pained scrunch of your brows. He smiles, tells you anytime. With his eyes meeting yours, his skilled fingers coaxing the pain out of your body, you feel your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Bucky moves forward, reaching further up to press circles into your calf.

“You’re tense,” he comments, but you swear he’s speaking to your lips and not to you.

“Not for the reasons you think, Bucky,” you say, finding your own eyes tracing down his face. His oceanic eyes, the curve of his nose, the slight part of his lips…

Bucky’s hand moves further up, finding the top of your thigh. He’s closer than ever, his free hand finding yours, pulling the knife out of your grasp and guiding your fingers between his.

The gym lights flicker on and off, startling you. Bucky hangs his head for a brief second; when he peers upward, he smiles, pushing himself backwards.

“The facility will be closing in five minutes,” an announcement comes over the speaker system. “If you have any items in the lockers, please get them now.”

As Bucky is helping you up and out of the ring, Sam tells Tomas to gather his things. When the teen is out of earshot, he presses a name on his phone.

“Sarah? Hey, you’re gonna love this…”

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Big mistake

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.1K

SUMMARY | After a mission gone sideways, Bucky doesn't want to see anyone and just be left alone, so he can comprehend what happened. During this time he gets pushed to his breaking point, but now he has to live with the consequences of his own doing. This chapter is written from Bucky's pov.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Choking, anxiety, struggles with mental health, swearing, self-hate talk.

A/N | This one-shot is part of my series called 'Yours, Forever' and focuses on the events taking place during Chapter 7. However, this can be read as part of the series, or a standalone one-shot.

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''Man, I can't wait to see Y/N again, I've missed her...'' Bucky said to Sam, but he really wish he hadn't when their phones went off saying that they had to get ready for a last-minute mission. ''Fuck, I'm supposed to pick her up from the airport in 3 days...'' Bucky sighed, but he didn't have a choice since he was called on to this mission too. ''I'm just gonna see if Steve can do it, I'll meet you at the jet,'' he said to Sam who agreed. He walked to his room and called Steve, even though he really didn't want to bother him on his date. Seems like he doesn't have much of a choice right now.

The phone rings 3 times before Steve picks up, much to Bucky's delight. ''Hey man, what's up?'' he says. ''Hey, I have to ask you a favor man. I'm supposed to pick up Y/N at the airport in 3 days but I got called into a last-minute mission, can you do it? I'm really sorry I have to pull you out of your date for it!'' Bucky rambled when getting his tactical gear ready to change into. ''Yeah no, it's okay. We can pick her up, don't apologize!'' Steve said, and he checked with Lucas if it was okay, he had never met any of his friends, they weren't even together for that long. ''All right, we'll be there, be safe on your mission, she'd want you back in one piece!'' he said before hanging up and Bucky was relieved that he could always count on his friend.

He slipped on his tactical gear and picked up his mission bag, which was always ready to go whenever he had to leave in a hurry. As promised he met Sam and the rest of the team and the jet, where everyone waited for Tony to give instructions on what would happen, since Steve had a day off for once. ''Bucky, I really don't think it's smart for you to go on this mission since it involves HYDRA. We don't want to risk you getting captured again,'' he said, but Bucky didn't want to hear it. ''I can handle it, I've proven that by now, right? Or do you still not trust me?'' he said with a layer of disgust in his tone, knowing full well what he thought of Bucky.

''You can fight me on this all you want, but I really don't think it's smart. Anyways, for this one, we need to infiltrate an old HYDRA base that has recently been taken into use again and make sure we destroy it for good this time. Everyone will go in their usual pairings and positions, so make sure you're ready.'' he finished his briefing. ''When we're done, we will meet everyone back at the jet, if we do it right the first time, we'll be out in a couple hours.'' and with that the rest of the ride was silent, Bucky was just staring ahead at the wall trying to collect his thoughts which wasn't that easy considering they would go into a HYDRA base again.

The mission went almost flawlessly, except for the fact that Bucky and Clint got attacked, and they were both off pretty bad. Clint had to be stitched up when they got back on the jet, Bucky was better off since he would heal pretty easily with the serum. The things he saw at the base were haunting him and all the memories he had from HYDRA and the Winter Soldier came flooding back all at once, giving him one of the most intense migraines he has had in a very long time. All he wanted to do was go home and lock himself in his room, he didn't want to face anybody right now. He just needed to be alone, just like he deserved to be.

Back at the compound, Steve and Y/N were waiting for everyone to come back after their mission, especially since she just got back from her trip to Italy and missed everyone so much. ''Oh Steve, here they come!'' she squealed excitedly when the jet came into sight, but Bucky wasn't ready to face her, not after everything that had just gone down a few hours ago. He didn't want to burden her with all of it, so as soon as everyone got off the jet, he walked in a straight line to his bedroom, not even so much as sending a glance over at Y/N, afraid that if he did he would break right then and there.

''Sam? What's going on with Bucky?'' he heard her ask and he really wanted to turn around and tell her what happened, but he couldn't get himself to do it. He felt so incredibly stupid right now, because all he wanted was to hold her and tell her he was okay, but he wasn't okay. His mind didn't stop showing him flashbacks, and the migraine didn't become any less either. Once he reached his bedroom, he slammed the door shut and asked JARVIS not to let anyone in, no one was allowed in his room for the foreseeable future. He walked into his bathroom, stripped himself of his tactical gear and turned on the shower, hoping that would make him feel a little better. It really didn't.

After his shower, he was standing in front of his mirror looking at himself, but all he could see was the version of himself he really wanted to forget his old self. All he could think about is how he didn't deserve to be here right now, that he should have been dead just like they planned. When these thoughts became increasingly overwhelming, he punched the mirror with his flesh hand and he cut himself deep when the shards of glass hit his hand, but he didn't care. ''FUCK!'' is all he could get out of his mouth because he couldn't deal with this right now. He just wanted to lay in bed and not talk to anyone.

For the first week, he could barely get himself out of bed to do anything, feeling locked inside his own head. The nightmares and flashbacks didn't stop, they only seemed to get worse the more time went by. He constantly gets texts and calls but ignores them because he really doesn't want to deal with anyone right now, he just can't get himself to do it. ''Fuck off!'' he yelled when his phone went off again and he smacked it against the wall with his vibranium arm, the thing shattering completely upon impact. All he can do is cry and turn around endlessly in his bed, afraid that when he falls asleep he won't ever wake up out of the nightmare.

The second week, he noticed that the nightmares and flashbacks subsided a little, but it wasn't much better than the first week. By this time he had managed to shower at least once, which was a little bit of an improvement, and he even started to eat some of the things his teammates left in front of his door every day. He was thankful that they still cared for him when he felt like this, but he still feels like they shouldn't. He is slowly gaining a little bit of his strength back and his energy goes up more too, but his mind still won't let him go outside of that door. In his mind, he is still very much a prisoner, just like the 7 decades he spent in HYDRA.

Y/N was at his door multiple times a day, talking to him about her days, what she did, and everyone else. She told him how she wanted to help him because she cares about him. ''You shouldn't be here Y/N,'' Bucky said shortly when he was finally getting sick and tired of her being there, even though he shouldn't be. He knows better than that. He reaches his breaking point, when she said ''Bucky, please. This isn't good for you, and we miss you, man. Hell, I miss you the most. I just want to see my boyfriend, I want to be there for you. WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I JUST WANNA HELP?! Why doesn't that get through your thick skull'' and she would immediately regret saying it.

He quickly got up from his bed and ripped the door off its hinges, and grabbed Y/N by her throat with his vibranium arm pushing her against the wall. He squeezed harder than intended but all the wanted to do was to stop her talking. When he heard Steve's voice across the hall, he relaxed a little knowing that it would finally be over. Steve pulled him off of her and he let him, falling back with a hard thud on top of him. He got washed over with regret, he did the one thing he promised he'd never do, and that is hurt her. He hurt the one person he cared the most for, aside from Steve. When he got up and pushed Steve off of him, all he could do was cry. The stress from the last few weeks all came out, and he could do nothing else but cry uncontrollably.

Bucky was well aware that he was royally fucked right now, he lost the one thing he felt worth living for. He lost his sunshine, his doll. Deep down he always knew there would be a bit of the Winter Soldier left in him, but he couldn't have imagined it would lead to this, to hurting Y/N. After he stopped crying and he picked himself back up, he wanted to go to the gym to get the rest of his anger out by punching something until he couldn't anymore. Until he couldn't stand on his legs from pure exhaustion. He changed into his gym clothes and opened the door, which is when he saw something silver shining on the floor, Y/N's necklace with her mom's name on it. He carefully picked it up and put it away in his nightstand for safekeeping. He really hoped he could give it back to her.

After about 2 weeks, everything had settled back to normal, except for the fact that everyone avoided looking at Bucky whenever they were in the same room as him, and he couldn't blame them. He did such a stupid thing, so he would just avoid everyone as much as possible, until there was an emergency meeting he couldn't get out off. He waited for everyone else to get there, so he could go in last. When he entered the conference room, he saw all eyes on him, but he also noticed that Y/N was there. As soon as they made eye contact, she flinched and quickly hid behind Steve so he could keep her safe. He quickly looked down to his shoes and found a chair that was as far away from everyone as possible.

All he could focus on was Y/N and the dark purple bruises that were still covering her neck. She had silent tears streaming down his face, but Tony held her close and was rubbing her back. That should be me, soothing her. Wait, no, she shouldn't need to be soothed, to begin with! he thinks to himself, the realization of his actions dawning on him once more. When the meeting was over everyone walked out of the room, except for Bucky, Tony and Y/N. ''Doll, can I just talk to you for a minute? I want to tell you how sorry-'', is all he could get out before he got rudely interrupted by Tony.

'' ''You don't get to call her doll anymore. You lost any and all privilege of that when you decided to hurt the one person who cared more for you than you could even imagine. When you hurt the woman who loved, hell, still loves you more than anything, but you had to go and fuck that up, didn't you? Because for some fucking reason, you can't see a good thing when it's right in front of you!'' Tony said, and Bucky got mad in an instant. ''You don't get to talk to me like that Stark. I would choose your next words carefully, or you'll be next.'' Bucky threatened him, and in his anger, he punched the wall with his vibranium arm. This made Y/N flinch again and made her cry even harder, letting out long, hard sobs. Bucky walked away and realized, once more, how utterly and royally fucked he was.

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