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last-herondale · 16 days

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Almost pt. 4

Bucky Barnes x femreader!

/ Steve Rogers x femreader!

Angst, heartbreak, fluff

Warnings: bit of swearing

AN: helloooo next part is out! I’m excited to see where this series goes!!! Honestly I love Bucky and Steve so this is fun 😆

Enjoy 🤘🏼

The physical pain took a couple of weeks to heal. Steve was a steady nurse, changing out your bandages every few hours until the cuts seemed healed. Whatever the poison was, it had done deep damage to your body. It took you a week to regain the use of your muscles. Sam checked in now and again as Steve helped you recover. He was keeping recon on the Hydra base, watching for any new movements since your blunder with the trap, but since then there had been nothing new to report. They both agreed that the mission would be on standby until you were back to full health. Steve had nearly had you shipped out back to New York to recover, but a frantic panic of yours seemed to change his mind.

While you were confined to the safehouse, Steve hardly left your side. It was nice to be taken care of for a change. It was something you weren’t used to. Something you didn’t know how to process. He was patient and kind, even though you felt that you didn’t deserve it. You had fucked up. Big time. Nearly blew the mission with your recklessness and now it was being pushed back to accommodate you. While you would have been content to wallow in your pity, Steve would not allow it.

He pushed you to do your physical therapy everyday, cooked for you, helped you in and out of the shower in the most respectful way he possibly could. He made sure you took your medicine when you needed to. He was attentive to your every need.

When you were finally able to speak clear and full sentences again, one day while he was changing out your bandages you felt a sudden burst of emotion escape your lips.

“Why are you doing this?”

Steve ignored you for a moment, finishing off the last bandage on your left arm before he finally looked up at you with an unimpressed look.

“Because you’re injured and need help, now hold still while I-“

You snatched the bandages out of his hands with your other arm and glared at him defiantly.

“Why. Are. You. Doing. This?” You asked again, your voice becoming stern.

“Doing what exactly?” Steve asked, just as irritated, “Making sure you don’t die?”

“Why are you being so… nice to me? I’ve been on missions with you before, and whenever other people get injured-“

“Are you saying I don’t help my team?” Steve challenged.

You looked him square in the eyes and set your jaw tightly. “Not like this.”

There was a flicker of movement in Steve’s mouth. You knew you had hit a nerve there. While Steve was a great leader, the best probably this world would ever see, he never was this attentive to his injured teammates. When Barton had his side blown off during Ultron’s attack, he did not play bedside nurse for him until he was better. So why here? Why now?

He must have seen that you weren’t going to give up so easily. He sighed.

“I’m doing this because of Bucky.”

You felt your chest go cold.

“He told you to—“

“He hasn’t told me to do anything.” Steve interjected quickly, almost to save himself from saying the wrong thing, “He doesn’t even know what’s happened here, no one but Tony does. No, I’m doing this because of what you did for him.”

“Then why–”

“If you’d just keep quiet for a second, I will explain!” he said, oddly flustered. You had never seen Steve Rogers, fucking Captain America, get flustered. You sat back, crossing your arms and mimicking locking your mouth. He sighed again and drew on hand through his hair.

“Look, I’m not clueless, okay? I was there when Bucky and Nat broke up. I know what he went through after that… what he turned into once she walked out of his life. And I know you and Nat are friends, and I know you might take her side on the matter, but Bucky is my best friend, okay? So I saw what went on behind the scenes too from the other side.

“Neither of them were good for each other. What they had wasn’t healthy. It was toxic and strained and fueled by lust. When that fizzled out it was bound to fall apart.”

You were surprised by the information that Steve knew. Not that you thought that he was clueless, but you didn’t think that Bucky had shared that information with him. It made you feel a bit stupid. Of course he would tell his best friend. Maybe the idea of being the only one Bucky confided in had made you feel special, but now your ego deflated a bit.

“I tried to be there for him at first. Admittedly, I know very little about relationships and breakups. I didn’t know how to be there for him, and he wasn’t going to be truthful with his feelings because that’s just Bucky, stubborn as always. So it was easy for me to tell myself that he was okay, and let him handle things the way he needed to. He has been through so much already, who was I to tell him how to live his life?

“But then you started to show up more and more and he began to get better. I couldn’t explain how or why. I thought maybe that you two had been… together as his rebound, which I now know is not the case!” Steve said a bit sheepishly.

“I didn’t do anything,” You mumbled, “I just hung out with the two of you on the weekends.”

“Cut the shit. I know you stayed with him whenever I would tap out early. I know you would go babysit him whenever he got too drunk and in his feelings to distinguish what was real or fake. You were there for him when I wasn’t. You cared for him when he wouldn’t have the decency to care for himself, and you never belittled him for it. You cannot sit there and tell me that was nothing.”

You drew your mouth into a hard line. You remained silent, and Steve just sighed again and continued on.

“Just answer me this, and answer me honestly. Do you think Bucky is a broken man?”

You froze. That was something Bucky had said that night on the balcony. “She is broken, like me.” There were a lot of words that came to mind when you thought about Bucky, but broken was never one of them.

“No,” you whispered, “He is not broken. He is hurting, and he is stupid, and he is so irritably stubborn that it drives me insane… but he isn’t broken. He thinks that there is some part of him that is irredeemable. That he doesn’t deserve good things to happen to him in his life and it breaks my heart…”

You were crying again, but you didn’t care. Trying to hold back everything you felt for so long had taken all the strength you had. And now you were the weakest you had ever been. You looked to Steve, wondering if he saw you as a crying mumbling mess, but instead he pulled you in for a gentle hug. His large muscled arms comforted you in an embrace that seemed to warm you down to your bones.

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispered, “I see how much you love him, how much you care for him. I feared that he would push that love away, that he would hurt you during his time of pain. I wish I could make him see just how special you are.”

Steve’s words hit the tender nerves of your soul and you sobbed against his shoulder. He caressed your hair and held you tighter as you shuddered and cried against him. You felt ridiculous, crying like a helpless baby, but Steve just murmured comforting words and held you securely in place.

“It hurts… I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve lost myself in him… and he doesn’t want me. It’s stupid, it's so stupid… I feel so…empty. I shouldn’t have come on this mission. I’m so…sorry Steve. I’m sorry.”

Raw emotion cut through you as you were a blubbering mess. Steve just held you through it, not judging you or reprimanding you. He was calm, he was gentle, and he was patient. He kept telling you how good you were, how big your heart was. It was strange to be in this position. To be the one being reassured, to be the one being built back up. His words calmed your soul. You don’t remember falling asleep in his arms, but you woke up with him on the couch, his arms still wrapped around you as his head was tilted back on the couch.

You watched him a bit as he slept, not daring to move or stir him awake. You felt warm and safe in his arms. It was nice. He was beautiful, that you could not deny. His features were soft and gentle in his sleep. The rising and falling of his chest was even and steady. You slowly placed your head on his chest, listening to the even beating of his heart as you let yourself fall back asleep. For the first night since you had left New York, you did not dream of James Buchanan Barnes.

The next morning you were up, making sure to carefully untangle yourself from Steve’s embrace. He was still asleep when you started making breakfast. It wasn’t until the bacon started sizzling in the pan that you heard him grumble from the couch and pick his head up.

“Good morning,” you greeted, a soft smile on your face.

“Morning,” Steve said as he rubbed his face, “You look better.”

“I feel great, honestly.”

You fixed him a plate of bacon, eggs, toast, and a cup of coffee as he came to sit down at the small wooden table. He gave you an awkward smile as he took a sip of his coffee. You sat down next to him, a cup of coffee in front of you and a slice of toast. The medicine that you were on made you have a low appetite, but you didn’t mind making breakfast for Steve. You thought that it was the least you could do after everything he did for you.

The two of you chatted a bit while he ate his breakfast. He updated you on the situation with Hydra. Sam was able to infiltrate the base on his own, undetected, in the middle of the night. He stole their plans to ship out large quantities of the poison that had afflicted you. The shipment was planned to ship out to the states in a months time. Steve relayed this mission to Tony who suggested sending his own bots in to take care of it. Meaning you would be going home soon.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Steve,” you said softly as he finished his meal. He gave you a soft smile and just shrugged a bit.

You took up his plate and put them in the sink and tidied the kitchen as he went to take a shower. You packed your things, folding up your gear and clothes into your small pack. Steve had done your laundry for you while you had been indisposed. You smiled. It was such a small thing, but so many small things that Steve had done for you over the past few weeks had seemed to heal you in ways that you never thought you would heal from.

You felt a warm sensation in your chest.

You heard him come out of the bathroom. He was shirtless, with a towel draped around his neck as his blonde hair still dripped. “Showers open,” he said as he stepped into the room.

You faced him, gazing at him as you watched a few drops of water fall down his chest. You felt your face grow hot, and stumbled a bit as you tried to step past him. He caught you by the elbow and pulled you up, holding you a bit close to him as he chuckled.

“How many times am I going to have to catch you before we—“

You don’t know what came over you. What made you think that this was okay? All you know is that you leaned forward and kissed Steve gently on the mouth. His eyes widened in surprise, and the shock of it made you immediately pull back.

“I’m sorry— I shouldn’t have—“

But he had put his hand under your chin. His blue eyes searched yours a moment, in an incredibly soft and tender way. It made your stomach jump the way he looked at you now. As he leaned in again, slowly, allowing you to push away at any moment you wanted, you could smell the scent of his shampoo as his lips returned to yours.

He was soft and gentle. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you a bit closer to him. He broke off for a second, his eyelids were half closed as he searched your face.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, “If you don’t want… if this isn’t something you are comfortable with…”

You raised up on your toes to reach his level and kissed him again. You let your hands wrap around his neck and tangle into his wet hair. Steve let out a pleased sound, and his strong hands lifted you from your waist and held you closer to him.

You thought that this would feel wrong. That kissing Steve would ruin everything between you. You thought maybe he would be angry with you, for kissing him after confessing your love for Bucky just the night before. But here he was, kissing you, murmuring your name as he carried you over to the bed in the room.

Had he really done all he did this week for bucky's sake? Or was there something else? Some other reason why he had been so keen on taking care of you? Your mind tried to process these questions, but the feel of Steve’s mouth on your neck quickly shoved those thoughts away.

He broke apart long enough to lock eyes with you. He was over you on the bed, his eyes a bit wild as he looked at you. Your chests heaved together, his bare and shiny from the water.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked.

The only response you gave, was a gentle nod of your head as you let your hand gently scrape down his bare chest. He gave a shaky breath and shook his head.

“You will be the death of me, you know that?”

All other conversation fell away. All other feelings and thoughts and memories disappeared. There was only you and him. And for the first time in a while, you felt whole.

Part 5

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urdepressedslut · 10 months

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Stray ❝part ten❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You have another scare, clinging to Bucky for comfort. Later, you get another surprise visit.

♡ Warnings: fluffy, heavy angst, dark themes, hallucinations, panic attacks, slight self hate, language, minor violence, cliffhanger don’t hate me

Part 11

The plump, soft lips roamed through your thoughts. The feeling haunting, in the way you could still feel his on yours. The pulsing that his lips had left. The phantom ache from his lips missing. The taste of him that had you addicted, ravenous for more. The way his breath mixed with yours dizzying. His scent alone messing with your head, pulling you into a trance— one that you never wanted to escape from.

He consumed your mind, the way he had become your everything.

You found yourself staring at the wall, ear to his chest listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat. Your head rising and falling from his breathing. It was all so relaxing, you didn’t dare move a muscle in fear you’d interrupt the peace.

“Demon.”

A hiss into your left ear had you gasping, slightly jumping in his arms. You glanced to his face, relieved to find him still asleep. The calmness was ripped away as soon as it had arrived. You couldn’t feel his heartbeat anymore, only your own erratic one.

You looked around only with your eyes, scanning the room for all you could— from your position. The space was empty, him and you were the only ones in the room.

It wasn’t Bucky’s voice— No. It was dark, feminine.

“Whore.”

The voice hissed again, the hairs on your arm standing up. Goosebumps covering your flesh. You attempted to take a deep breath in, but the pounding in your ears made it difficult to focus.

There was no one here. It was all in your head. It’s all in your head.

You repeated to yourself in a mantra, coating the inside of your skull— mentally carving the words in your bone.

Bucky hummed to himself, bringing you back to reality. Even as he was sleeping soundly, he was able to ground you.

You carefully shifted on his chest, resting your chin on your arms. You let your eyes fall over his face. His skin, tan from the summer sun— jawline covered in stubble.

It was a weird sensation when he had kissed you and you had felt the dull scratching from his hairs. It was a strange feeling at first, but discovered you liked it.

Your eyes lifted to his closed ones, the way his lashes sat a top his cheeks— shading his faint freckles. Beautiful.

It was almost like you were stuck in a loop, letting your mind circle back to his lips once again. You didn’t think you could ever get tired of him.

“He’ll get tired of you.”

You jumped from the clarity of the voice, shifting as carefully as you could to scan the room. You’d never felt such raw fear, your eyes widening as your blood ran cold at the sight of a persons silhouette in the corner of the room.

Your muscles had never tensed so tightly, your limbs frozen, fingertips numb. You suddenly couldn’t feel Bucky against you anymore, only the skin crawling sensation of fear flowing through your veins. You itches to glance back at Bucky, to make sure he was still with you— but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the figure.

You fisted your hand into Bucky’s shirt, but you were unaware you were doing so— the feeling lost in your hands completely.

The figure twitched ever so slightly, the neck now crooked unnaturally. With the twitch, you felt your chest tighten. Your eyes burned, but you were terrified to blink.

Bucky groaned, waking up slowly. The feeling of your hand fisted in his shirt so tightly, had him curious. The sleep left him quickly when he went to run your back, and felt your muscles tensing. In fact, you were almost all the way sitting up, your attention on the dark corner of the room.

He sat up quickly, taking in your horrified expression. The way your pupils were blown in fear. You seemed to be in some sort of trance, the way you didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

“(Y/n)? You okay?” He tried, looking from your face to the corner of the room— the one that had you so disturbed.

The corner was empty, nothing but walls.

He slid his legs out from under you, escaping from you completely so he could sit in front of you.

“You can’t hide from me.”

You sucked in a shaky breath, watching the silhouette become more familiar— the shape turning into your Mother’s.

Bucky watched as you stared right through him, and your state only made him panic.

“(Y/n)! Come back to me!” He tried again, his attempts useless.

Your whole body was practically numb, the only feeling your chest constricting, the air being stolen from your lungs. Before you could react, the figure sprinted forward with a scream. You were a prisoner in your own body, paralyzed— waiting with dread as the figure approached closer and closer.

The figure ran into a beam of light, suddenly revealing your Mother. Her eyes were so bloodshot, they just looked completely red. Her skin was deathly pale, black veins across her face. Her smile was deranged, teeth stained black and yellow.

If you could look away, you would’ve— you were sure that image would stay trapped in your mind forever.

Just as she was inches from you, her face suddenly morphed into Bucky’s, the chains constricting you were suddenly released.

“(Y/n), you with m—”

With a scream you were jumping backwards off the bed, the image still burned into your brain. You registered it was Bucky, but you couldn’t help the reaction. Your skin crawled, you felt unsafe— you needed to escape.

Bucky flinched back from your scream, his hands hovering in front of him as he watched you back up so fast you tumbled off the bed onto the floor. Even then, you were still trying to scoot away, pushing yourself into the wall.

“Hey, hey— it’s okay! It’s just me! It’s Bucky!” He rushed out, taking slow steps towards you.

You felt out of control, eyes darting around the room— trying to seek out your Mother.

It’s not real. It’s all in your head.

Bucky’s voice was slightly muffled, your mind chaos. You felt nothing and too much suddenly all at once, it was overwhelming and painful. Your mind was restless, your muscles ached from all your movements.

“Leave me alone… please!” You whimpered into your hands, covering your face in shame.

Bucky watched as you pleaded out to the air, burying your face in your hands. His heart ached for you, all he wanted to do was swallow you in his embrace. Wishing he could play a mantra in your head, swearing that he’d protect you.

“I ca— I can’t do it a- anymore!” You cried, voice hoarse, body shaking with sobs.

“(Y/n), can you look at me?” He asked so desperately, still keeping his distance. “Please?”

The desperation in his voice cut through all the sorrow, your face peeking out from behind your hands. His face was pained, concern etching his features. You felt terrible for causing his distress.

He let a breath out he didn’t know he was holding as you met his eyes finally, his heart dropping at the defeated look you held.

“It’s just me and you here, you’re safe okay? I don’t know what you thought you saw, but it wasn’t real, okay?” He told you ever so softly. “You’re safe doll.”

Almost as if your mind paused the chaos for just a moment, you felt a wave of warmth wash through your tight chest. The nickname endearing, making you want to smile. He looked as if he wasn’t even aware he’d let it slip.

You checked the room one last time, not trusting your own mind. You let out a deep breath, getting up slowly from your position.

Bucky didn’t dare move an inch, letting you walk the full distance over to him, as he didn’t want to scare you— he wanted you to go at your own pace. Despite him wanting to wrap you up eagerly.

“Bucky…” You whimpered, closing the distance— pushing yourself aggressively into his arms. Wrapping your arms around his middle in a death grip, in fear he’d disappear, leaving you to your imagination.

“I’m here doll,” There it was again, causing you heart to swell, “You’re safe. I’m never going to let anyone or anything hurt you— ever.”

He promised, hugging you tightly to his body. He frowned to himself, feeling your tiny little heart beating so fast.

“I saw her Bucky.” You whispered, “I saw my Mother standing in the corner— just staring at me.”

Bucky kept rubbing your back, in hopes it would keep you calm. He didn’t say anything yet, waiting for you to finish.

“It felt so real.” You whispered even quieter, almost afraid that your Mother could hear you.

He gave you a tight squeeze, at the sound of your scared voice. He’d give anything to be able to take all your pain and suffering away— he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“I see things all the time— hear things even but,” You trailed off, lifting your face from his chest so you could look him in the eyes, “I’ve never seen my Mother like that. My nightmares are one thing but, to see her while I’m awake I—”

You took in a pained breath, wheezing from lack of air. Bucky cradled your face, holding your cheeks with delicacy.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just breathe with me.” He took your hand, placing it over his heart. “Feel my heartbeat? Match yours to mine, okay? I’ve got you.”

You nodded your head in understanding, letting the thump of his strong heartbeat vibrate into your palm. The sensation relaxing, slowing your mind down— allowing your lungs to expand. Soon, you were nearly matching his rhythm. Your body felt lighter, the chaotic thoughts gone for now.

“You okay?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You nodded, leaning into his hand.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” You said, voice laced with shame.

Bucky shook his head, gently tilting your face up, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t apologize, you didn’t ask for this.” He told you in understanding.

“You probably think I’m crazy.” You muttered to yourself, but Bucky had heard— his heart breaking a little more.

“I don’t think that. I never will, okay?” He tried to convince you, holding your eyes with such promise.

You gazed into his blues, the genuineness written in them. It was moments like this that you felt the need to run. The feeling that you didn’t deserve him.

“Okay?” He asked again, this time softer.

You sniffled, nodding your head in his hands.

“Okay.” You whispered.

Truly, you felt better. Bucky was able to snap you back to reality, his presence alone enough to keep you grounded. That was more than you could ever ask for. He was your medicine.

He tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was so torn watching you deal with all this stuff. Maybe it was all in your head, but that didn’t stop him from having a deep hatred for all the pain your mind was causing you.

“Sometimes I think I see this blonde boy walking around,” He started, watching you listen intently, “When I turn corners in the house, I feel like I see him. But its not a scary thing, I almost feel like I know him.”

You listened with a heavy heart, his voice sad, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia that he wasn’t used to.

“He never says anything. Kinda wish he would, that way I could hear his voice.” He admitted sadly, lowering his eyes to your laps.

You raised your hand from his heart, gently grabbing his chin— lifting his face level with yours. You wanted to kiss him right then, but found yourself getting lost in his eyes. They held so much passion, his blues trapping you once again in a spell.

“Well, you’re in luck because I don’t think you’re crazy.” You mirrored from his previous statement earlier.

He smiled genuinely this time, the corners of his mouth curling up into that handsome smile. You caught yourself staring at him for too long and grew shy all of a sudden, glancing away from the intensity. Bucky just chuckled at your cheeks dusting pink— he thought you were adorable.

“You wanna try and go back to sleep?” He asked you, watching you chew on the inside of your cheek, thinking.

“Maybe later. I’m hungry.” You announced.

He nodded and stood up, holding out his hand for you to take. Once your palm was sat in his, he guided you downstairs. Before you could leave your room, you gave the corner one last glance. Double checking to make sure it was all in your head.

You both busied yourselves with making breakfast at five in the morning. Of course you both ended up making waffles, bacon and eggs— about an hour later. Your supply was running low, but you both didn’t seem to care. You were so caught up in living in the moment, waiting to worry about food supply later.

It was the peaceful moments like these that made the suffering worth it. You’d have one hundred more bad nights, just so you could have this moment with him.

“I sense a storm coming.” You announced so causally.

Bucky stopped mid bite, staring at you with a quizzical expression. He lowered his fork full of waffle, giving you a ‘Go on’ look.

“You sense?” He asked curiously.

You nodded your head.

“I get headaches before storms, I don’t really know why. But I’ve yet to get a headache and there not be a storm. So until then, I’m the god of storms.” You joked, watching Bucky shake his head chuckling.

“I don’t know about a god. An angel— yes.” He corrected you, going back to eating his waffles.

You blushed from his label. Ironic how that’s how you saw him.

“When I first saw you in the cemetery, I called you a fallen angel.” You told him, remembering his frail form resting against one of the stones.

So much had happened since that day, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“That’s what you thought I was?” He asked.

“Maybe. It’s not everyday you find a man sleeping against a gravestone.” You pointed out.

“That’s true.” He trailed off, remembering that day, “I remember waking up, and you had left some food and water— even a flower.”

You smiled, the fact that he had remembered that made you all fuzzy. It had made you feel important.

“I woke up so confused because, I didn’t know what I had done to deserve any of it,” He explained sadly, “I immediately thought that I had a guardian angel watching over me. I guess I did in a way.”

You didn’t mind being his guardian angel, and Bucky certainly didn’t mind being yours. Truthfully, both of you didn’t care about the labels— as long as you had each other.

“Life’s funny like that.” You muttered to yourself, focusing back on your food.

Bucky excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you with your thoughts. You knew you had to go to town eventually, but you dreaded that day.

Just barely, the sound of footsteps on the front porch had gotten your attention. You almost called out to Bucky, asking if he had gone outside— but walked to the doorway silently.

Pulling the door open, you peeked to your left— seeing nothing. As you turned to the right, you didn’t have any time to prepare yourself for the sledgehammer cracking down on your skull.

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megamindsecretlair · 10 months

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It's a Little Warm, Part 2

Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some kissing, unresolved tension! Mentions of private parts but really mild. Cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Soft Bucky. Mild hurt/comfort. FLUFF. Part 2 of 5. Slow burn to smut though. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. You enjoy a round of three-legged racing and football, trying to beat the heat.

Word Count: 3,365k

A/N: Ack, this was cute to write. Not beta'd or barely proof-read. Any mistakes are mine. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging and commenting to support writers!

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“Okay, I think we’re going to start with the three-legged race,” Uncle Sam said. He squatted with a hat on the ground that had little scraps of paper that he wrote different games on. He held two pieces in his hand and studied each one as if he were deciding the fate of the universe.

“Any day now,” Bucky said and smirked.

Your stomach flipped. So far, you two remained cordial. No one would have suspected that you kissed him just that morning. You twisted your lips. The hell were you thinking? You knew better. He was a friggin’ Avenger. What did you think was going to happen?

“Man, shut up,” Uncle Sam but his smirk matched Bucky’s.

Aunt Sarah’s sons, AJ and Cass, ran around the small group chasing each other. You absently watched as they accidentally bumped into Bucky and murmured their apologies. Bucky smiled and waved them off.

He was sinfully dressed in another pair of jeans and boots and a black T-shirt. The oppressive heat of the early day had nothing on the heat that suffused you looking at the man. His stubble was growing even more and thanks to your wandering hands, you knew exactly how prickly he was.

Bucky licked his lips as he caught you staring. You offered him a soft smile and looked away. You wouldn’t pretend he wasn’t hot. But you got his message loud and clear. Paws off.

“Okay, three-legged race it is followed by some old-fashioned football. First to six wins so we beat some of the sun,” Uncle Sam said.

Aunt Sarah threw up her hands. “About time,” she said and shook her head.

“And he calls me old and slow,” Bucky said.

“Okay, enough of all that. So, to make it even, kinfolk, you’re with Bucky ‘cause you’re short as hell and it’ll put him at a disadvantage. Sarah, you take the baby, ya’ll are the same height. I’ll take Cass because he’s my roadie,” Uncle Sam said, pointing at everyone as he spoke their name.

Immediately, you and Aunt Sarah objected to his short jokes and his reasoning. “Why don’t you take the baby, Captain Birdman?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. Perhaps your romper was the wrong choice today.

You thought you were being cute by wearing an olive green romper. You weren’t trying to rub your goodies in Bucky’s face, it was just that fucking hot. If you so happened to look irresistible, well, that was the Lord blessing you.

But you thought about crashing and burning all over the neat grass and pinched your lips. You would either get a bad burn, or grass stains all over your outfit.

“Because pipsqueaks gotta stick together,” Uncle Sam said and laughed at his own joke.

“I’m not a pipsqueak!” AJ yelled and pushed Uncle Sam. Uncle Sam pretended to fall over and held up his hands as if AJ was the stronger one. “Okay, okay, mercy!”

“Why don’t the girls stick together, you take the baby, and Bucky gets Cass?” You asked.

“Now kinfolk, I know you’re not suggesting that we play by arbitrary gender norms and stereotypes,” Uncle Sam said.

“Oh please. What, did you look up those words today?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got a word-of-the-day calendar. It’s neat,” Uncle Sam countered.

“I don’t see why I don’t get Bucky, ya’ll team together, and the boys team up together,” Aunt Sarah said with a wink in your direction. Uncle Sam missed it as he frowned.

“Absolutely not!” He said.

Aunt Sarah smirked and crossed her arms. “It’s either me or her,” Aunt Sarah said.

“Why can’t we team with Mr. Bucky?” AJ asked.

“It’s just Bucky,” Bucky said.

Uncle Sam got on his knee to look AJ in the eyes. “The name of the game is winning at all costs. We gotta play to our strengths. Teaming with Bucky would make you uneven and he’d have to carry you, and that’s cheating. But, pairing you with your mom is perfect,” he explained.

“Do not teach him that!” Aunt Sarah said and laughed.

“How about you team with AJ, Sarah and Cass, and me and Y/N?” Bucky offered.

Before Uncle Sam could say something, you shook your head. “I still say my configuration was better. Or Aunt Sarah’s,” you said.

Bucky frowned at you but you refused to look at him. Aunt Sarah tilted her head at you as if you were crazy. You smiled at her, pretending not to notice her expression.

Uncle Sam laughed, ever the clueless idiot. “The sun is only getting hotter, so how about this: I’m going to write some numbers on paper and we all pick. Whoever you get is whoever you get,” he said.

“Even if I’m matched with Bucky?” Aunt Sarah asked.

Uncle Sam scowled but ultimately nodded. “You better not, is all I’m sayin’,” he mumbled. He jogged to the patio table where he plucked the journal and pen off of it. He wrote quickly and tore up the pieces. He returned and dumped the hat that had the games on it. He placed the new pieces of paper in it and mixed them up.

He motioned for everyone to pick and you prayed and prayed. Each person revealed their numbers. Aunt Sarah and Cass matched, Sam got AJ, which left you with…Bucky. You frowned as you stared at your number.

“That’s what I said!” Bucky said. Uncle Sam mumbled about a waste of time and being hot as hell as he put away the slips of paper, hat, and journal.

Bucky bumped his shoulder against yours. “Guess you’re stuck with me,” he said.

You felt your lips move but you weren’t convinced you were smiling. Bucky frowned but you were spared from any questions as Uncle Sam came around with ribbons.

“And don’t your old ass cheat neither!” Uncle Sam said.

“Thought didn’t even cross my mind,” Bucky said innocently. He snatched the ribbon out of Uncle Sam’s hands before you could.

He knelt down and wrapped the ribbon around his leg and then around yours. He tugged a little too hard and you were forced to lean against him, using his shoulders to catch your fall. He looked up at you and your heart beat so fast, you knew he had to hear it.

His eyes were so clear and blue, it was like looking into the ocean. He smirked and as he tied the ribbon, he slowly massaged your calf. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. All he was doing was rubbing it and he already had you ready to make embarrassing noises.

He placed a kiss on your thigh, not breaking eye contact. You gasped as he slowly stood up. He was too tall, way too tall for you. For a brief moment, you panicked. What the hell kind of game was he playing? He kisses you one minute, throws you out the next, and then plays these games?

“Put your arm around me,” he commanded softly. You already had your hand moving up to circle his waist before your mind caught up to you. You scowled at him.

He slid his fingers across your shoulders and lightly played with your nape as Uncle Sam explained the rules. You didn’t hear a fucking word. Bucky’s fingers were like magic, easing a mild headache.

You sighed as he worked his fingers and your mind drifted, imagining he was doing that in bed.

You worked in perfect sync, stepping together. You giggled as you watched Aunt Sarah in the lead, ahead of Uncle Sam. You didn’t care if you won, you just wanted Captain Superman to lose. No, that’s not it. Captain Planet. You snickered as you raced to the finish line.

“Go!” Uncle Sam called out. The three pairs took off half stumbling, half wiggling as you tried to get to the treeline. Bucky, being superhuman, did most of the work for you even with holding back. His grip was tight around you and you clung to his shirt trying to keep up.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky asked.

You shook your head as you laughed harder. You imagined Uncle Sam in blue paint, green hair, and spandex.

Aunt Sarah got to the tree first, followed by you, and then Uncle Sam. Aunt Sarah gloated and rubbed it in Uncle Sam’s face. He took the jokes in stride, sweat gathering on his head.

“Yeah, alright. We’ll see how tough you are when we get into this game. Pipsqueak, come help me set up the goals,” he said. He untied him and AJ, the latter playfully hitting his side for calling him pipsqueak.

“Come on, let’s get water for everyone,” Aunt Sarah said to Cass. She freed them as Bucky bent down to untie you.

“I’ll help!” You shouted. You winced at your tone. Aunt Sarah widened her eyes and nodded to Bucky. You mouthed “no”. Aunt Sarah mouthed, “why not?”

Bucky nipped your leg under pretense of having trouble with the knot he tied. You yelped and looked down at him. The smug bastard.

“Me and Cass, got it,” Aunt Sarah announced and scurried away before you could object more.

Bucky finally stood up and pulled you by your romper until you were closer to the tree. “I’m not a child,” you said and slapped his hand away.

“You’re acting like one,” he said.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

Bucky rubbed his chin and stretched out his neck. “What’s going on with you? You barely said anything to me today. And what was that thing earlier?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. You took a few deep breaths. “I’m just following your lead.”

Bucky scrunched up his face in the most adorable way. He tilted his head like a puppy and you fought the urge to scratch his head like one. You crossed your arms. Stupid, traitorous thoughts.

He licked his lips and looked down his nose at you. You silently sighed. You were so feral for this man, it wasn’t fair. In a minute, you’d have to go inside to change your panties.

“What lead, Y/N?” He asked.

“You…this morning,” you waved your hands. Did you really have to spell it out? He crossed his arms and waited for an answer.

“I threw myself at you and you told me to go upstairs. I thought…I mean, we’ve only known each other a day. I get it,” you said.

“You didn’t throw yourself at me. I kissed you back, remember?” He asked.

“Then why’d you make me go upstairs?” You asked.

“Did you really want to start screaming where everyone could hear you? Had we kept going, I would’ve bent you over the table,” he said.

You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape. The image flashed through your mind. You pictured him sliding up your shirt, shoving your panties aside, whipping out his dick over the waistband of his pants before sliding into you. With his strength, he would’ve gripped your thighs with the pressure you like. As if he were holding on for dear life.

You shook your head and cleared your throat. “Don’t…” you started, but don’t what?

Say things like that? Give you hope? You had tossed and turned all night reliving the kiss, the feel of his hands on you, and his stubble against your face. You imagined that he was sleeping like a baby across the hall, not concerned that he put you in knots.

“I ran through every single excuse not to run upstairs after you,” he said.

“Okay, let’s hear them then,” you said.

Bucky smirked. “Now?” He asked.

You looked to the side to watch Uncle Sam setting up posts with AJ. He had two set up and was working on the third. Aunt Sarah was by the cooler, picking out two water bottles and making Cass drink one.

“Uncle Sam’s gonna be done any minute now,” you said.

Bucky smiled and shook his head. He stepped closer to you. “You’re Sam’s niece,” he said.

“Play-niece. We’re not blood related,” you corrected.

“He’ll kill me,” he said.

“Captain Save-a-Ho wouldn’t hurt a fly,” you said.

“You’re younger than me,” he said. He sighed and he looked so weary.

“By a couple of years, big deal. We’re adults.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, I’m really older than you,” he said.

You stepped closer to him. “You were frozen for some of that. And I don’t see any wrinkles or…too much gray hair,” you said. You got on your tip-toes, pretending to look for gray hairs.

“Smart ass. I’m old fashioned,” he said.

“I’ve got an old soul,” you countered.

He shook his head and squinted at you. “You’re not making this easy,” he said.

“You’re the one who started kissing my thigh!”

You moved to push him away but he captured your hand and held it against his chest. “I don’t like when you ignore me,” he said softly.

“I didn’t ignore you,” you said. “I gave you an out. We can just stay friends.”

“We could. But I’m pretty sure the thoughts I have with you in that outfit are not friendly,” he said.

You blinked up at him. This was so far from what you imagined today to be like. You swore he would ignore you, treat you like glass, or worse…start treating you like Sam’s kid sister. Completely untouchable and unfuckable. Your heart raced as he stared you down. You could almost see those unholy thoughts.

He had you at a loss. Because you were mirroring those same nasty thoughts.

“Who’s ready to get spanked at football!” Uncle Sam called.

You bit your lip as you looked at Bucky. You leaned up and kissed him before licking his nose. “Come get spanked,” you said before moving out from under the tree.

Got damn, how was it so hot this early? You fanned yourself as you crossed the backyard. “You’re the one who’s gonna get a cherry red ass if you keep playing with me,” he said. He kept walking as you stopped and gaped at him.

Your pussy throbbed imagining bending over his knee as he spanked you. The heat seemed to double as you stood there.

“Come on, kinfolk!” Uncle Sam called to you.

You joined everyone else and Aunt Sarah hip bumped you. As Uncle Sam passed out the slips of paper, Cass passed you a water bottle. You held it to your head. You snuck a glance at Bucky. He smirked as he lifted the bottle and nearly drained it in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed as he did so and you pictured licking his neck.

“Saw that,” Aunt Sarah sang. You cleared your throat and looked at her. “You’re not as slick as you think you are,” you said.

Aunt Sarah laughed. “I’m just helping you both out. You’re both so clueless, it’s actually painful to watch,” she said.

“Shut up,” you said and laughed, drinking your own bottle. You could do something obscene with it, but there were children present.

You picked your numbers again. You were on a team with Aunt Sarah and Cass. Uncle Sam, Bucky, and AJ were on a team.

As the sun started to bare down, you all agreed to keep teasing to a minimum as you set up for playing. Without fail, Bucky ended up guarding you whenever you had the ball. His competitive ass wouldn’t let you get around him.

Cass snuck up behind him and grabbed him, telling you to go. You ran and ran to the goal line and scored. Your team celebrated as Bucky pretended to fuss.

You set up against each other again. Uncle Sam hiked the ball to AJ and Bucky picked him up and ran with him to the goal post. “That’s cheating!” You and Aunt Sarah called out.

“Is it? He got the ball across, looks fair to me,” Uncle Sam shrugged.

You had the ball on the next play. You faked Bucky out, making him stumble. You ran for the goal line. You saw it in front of you and started to get giddy. You actually did it!

Until, you were plucked off the ground, spun, and then knocked gently to the ground with Bucky cushioning your fall.

“Oh, that’s so not fair,” you laughed.

Bucky held your hips and smiled at you. “Oh, you have no idea how unfair I can get,” he said.

You slapped his shoulder before standing up too fast. The world tilted as your eyes rolled and your head grew fuzzy.

“Y/N?” Bucky caught you in his arms. You held just enough strength to keep from slipping on your ass in front of everyone.

Soon, everyone crowded around you asking questions. “I’m fine,” you panted.

You waved them away and tried to get out of Bucky’s arms. But he tightened his hold.

“It’s low iron. I promise, I’m fine,” you said. Bucky cupped your cheek and moved your head side to side gently. “Are you sure?”

“This is so embarrassing. I promise I’m fine,” you said.

“Where’s your pills? When did you last take one?” Uncle Sam demanded.

“I’m fine, Dad,” you said. You apologized to the kids for ruining their day.

“Get in the shade and cool off. You’re in the lead anyway,” he said and waved his hand.

You were about to protest when Bucky scooped you into his arms and started walking towards the house.

“Put me down!” You shrieked. You held on to his neck and he walked you into the house, without so much as a grunt. You were too far off the ground. What if you fell? What if he fell? What if he decided you were too heavy and let you fall?

Once inside, he kicked out the nearest chair with his boot and placed you on it.

“You can’t carry me like that!” You yelled.

“Where’s your pills?” He asked.

You twisted your lips. You opened it to claim that you were a big girl and therefore too heavy for him. But then remembered the serum and nearly laughed. But Bucky wasn’t in the mood for laughing.

“Stubborn doesn’t work on me, doll,” he said.

You sighed and deflated. “On my dresser,” you relented.

Bucky disappeared upstairs and came back down in record time. He handed you your iron supplement and then a bottle of water.

“Did you skip this today?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Might’ve been…a week?” You asked.

“A week!” Bucky yelled.

“If I eat meals with iron in it, I’m usually fine. We had so much damn red meat yesterday, I’m pretty sure I had meat sweats,” you said and shivered, attempting to lighten up the mood.

“Let me get this straight. You don’t like people doing things for you and you don’t like taking care of yourself? Pick a struggle,” he said.

You laughed. You couldn’t help it. You knew he didn’t mean it as a joke but he had been hanging around Black folk for way too long.

Bucky knelt beside you and grabbed your hands. “Hey, this is serious. Iron deficiency is serious,” he said.

You sobered up and looked at him, really looked at him. He was…scared for you? You immediately wanted to shut that thought down, but how else could you explain his behavior?

“I promise I’ll do better. Sometimes I can’t always tell when my iron is low,” you said.

Bucky nodded and blew out a breath. “I’ve got a lot of work to do,” he said.

“What does that mean?” You asked.

He smirked. “Oh, doll,” he said. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek. You tilted your head into his hand, loving it.

“You need to keep your strength up for things I’m going to do to you,” he said.

You made a strangled noise and Bucky laughed. He leaned up and pressed his lips against yours. He was so warm, it was a stark contrast from the ice cold water you drank. He licked the seam of your lips before slowly pushing inside.

He kissed you slowly, reverently. When he pulled back, he winked. “Come on. The fun is just getting started.”

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Pretty Little Thing Part 3

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage), a little steve x reader (platonic)

Bucky’s starting to fall for you, Rumlow is a cockblock, being your abusive husband and all. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: ANGST, forced abusive marriage, swearing, abusive marriage, fluff!

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Bucky sat at his desk, nursing a glass of whisky, his mind foggy as he thought about the evening he had with you. He kept his distance for the rest of the night, knowing if he sat too close, he’d be unable to keep his composure together. He held your hand as you both sat by the fire, regretting brining you there in the first place, because with each minute that passed he felt himself fall for you more.

You both spoke of family, hopes, dreams; you spoke about everything and nothing at all. In those moments, he felt free. The burdens of his job disappeared into thin air. He wasn’t a feared mobster; he was just Bucky with you. The little boy who ran down alleyways with Steve by his side, the boy who would run to his ma when he had nightmares. He wasn’t the man who lost his arm when his father’s enemies took their revenge through him. He wasn’t the cold ruthless killer that often went by the name Winter Soldier.

His heart warmed when you spoke about the little things you loved like knitting and gardening. And then it broke as you cried again, thinking about the life that you wanted; a small house with a huge backyard, a family, maybe even a cat. He thought about the anger he felt when he learned your family had made the choice to marry you off than pay the debts. The simple life you wanted ripped from your hands.

Hours passed before you decided to go home, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek, thanking him for making you feel safe. For giving you the feeling of life again, even if it was just for one night. He held onto you for a moment longer, wishing he could just take you with him then, protect you forever.

Bucky poured another glass, as his mind continued to race over how soft your voice sounded, your laugh and your lips….fuck, your lips. He groaned, mentally scolding himself for his lapse of judgement, he shouldn’t have approached you, shouldn’t have spoken to you, talked to you, held you, kissed you.

He was addicted now, addicted from the day he saw you. A knock broke him out of his thoughts as Steve strolled in, giving his friend a pointed look as if he already knew what he was thinking.

“So…”

“What punk”

“You gonna tell me about what the hell that was?” Steve’s legs were still aching over the hours he spent standing guard outside of the restaurant doors.

Bucky shook his head, running a hand down his face, knowing he’d have to answer him sometime or later.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything, let’s start with when you got off your leash and went over to her”

“She was there to have a night to herself and I saw bruises on her knees”

Steve flinched. You didn’t have bruised knees when he saw you last, meaning Rumlow had laid his hands on you after they left.

“I asked her about it and rightfully she got upset, so I cleared the place out. And then she broke down…”

Bucky thought about the way you fell to his chest, your fingers clinging onto his shirt, burying yourself into him, hiding away from the rest of the world.

“I just took her to Tony’s private room, where he hosts his family gatherings sometimes. Thought it’d be more comfortable for her. We talked. Nothing happened.”

Steve nodded, urging his friend to continue. “Then we just talked…”

“About?”

“Just…everything” Bucky was staring off into the distance, knowing he’d never be able to summarize the things you both spoke of within a few words.

“All you did was talk?” He raised his eyebrows, knowing there wasn’t enough drama to this story, given Bucky was now on his third glass for the night.

Bucky sucked in a breath, debating on telling Steve about the whole night.

“I held her”

“Buck…” Steve groaned, God you idiot.

“We held hands…”

“Buck” Of course you did punk.

“I kissed her”

“BUCKY!” FOR FUCKS SAKE, KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS.

“I know” Bucky groaned, rubbing both hands over his face, holding his head in his hands. “She was upset. That fucker abuses her, he has her trapped there. You should have seen her Steve, she was terrified, she didn’t want to go home and her family is a lost cause, I doubt they give a shit about her considering they essentially sold her. I can’t let her stay there. Not after tonight”

Steve sighed, looking at his friend who had never had heart eyes for someone until he met you. Why the hell did this fucker have a taste for things he couldn’t easily have. He could just hear the man saying “I LiKe tHe FiNeR tHiNgS iN LiFe sTeVe”. Dumb ass.

“Alright, tell me the plan”

“Plan?”

“Don’t shit me punk, I know you have something planned for cum blow”

Bucky snorted; Steve was highly allergic to cursing unless Rumlow was involved. “Language Steve. You sure about this?”

“I’m always with you Buck, but I might also have my own reasons for wanting her out”

After Bucky had sent everyone away to spend time with you, Steve had done a little research of his own, curious to know more about your story and what they were getting involved in. His heart only broke more when he found out that before you had been taken, you were running programs for children at the local orphanage. The very same he spent a portion of his childhood in before living with Bucky.

“What reasons?” Bucky wasn’t surprised Steve had looked into you; he always stayed one step ahead so he could have a plan in case things went south. Steve always had a plan.

“Uh, she used to volunteer at The Hope Tree. She created the reading programs. The place has been a mess without her; the kids miss her a lot”

“How did you find this out” Bucky nodded, immediately understanding the connection between Steve and the orphanage; the place had a special place in his heart. But how did he find this out?

“Uh…a little birdie told me?” “Who’s the bird punk”

“Peter….”

“Peter is not a little bird, Peter is a little shit!”

Steve smirked, knowing Bucky wouldn’t approve of his research sources, given Peter was the newest and youngest member to join. Still he was reliable and excited to prove himself, Steve figured digging up information on you would make a decent first task and he wasn’t disappointed.

“At least the kid was able to find something; he’s smarter than you think”

“He looks like a lost puppy 90% of the time, how can I have him by my side when he looks like a kid out of Barney and Friends”

“Have you seen yourself lately, you’re the poster child for girl guide cookies, blushing and smiling all the damn time, it makes me sick”

Sam walked in as Steve and Bucky continued to bicker.

“So, what's the plan, how are we helping y/n?”

Everything had to be planned out carefully. Sam and Steve sat at the table as Bucky gazed at the window, his mind going back to your lips, your pleading eyes, the way you melted into him, he never wanted to let go.

Sam smirked, shaking his head, “Man you got it bad”

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You lay in your bed, sighing as your mind continued to flood with Bucky and his touch, his voice, his arms, his lips. You wished he kissed you for longer, it wasn’t possessive. It was protective, caring, passionate. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw beautiful blue crystal ones looking back at you. Tears began to soak your pillow, as you thought about the stories you shared with each other, the little bubble of happiness you had for a moment gone too soon.

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“I want them all dead. That little cock whore y/n, Barnes, Rogers, Wilson, Parker, all of them. We’ll talk more when I get back” Rumlow cut the call, seething as he looked at the pictures of you kissing Bucky’s cheek, then you smiling as you left the restaurant. A smile he had never seen, stupid bitch. He was going to get what he wanted before putting you in a cinder block.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Side of the Road Masterlist

Summary: Whilst driving home from their flopped mission, the Avengers find a women on the side of the road, badly injured. They bring her to the compound to help her.

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The Magnetic Saga

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About the Series

The Magnetic Saga will tell the story of Polaris and her family. This version of Polaris has completely different origins from the comics. Her mother, Lizzie, is a mutant and was once married to Erik. X-Men movies will cross with the MCU though in a different way and some of them will now no longer exist. The first released book is going to be the story of Polaris. I will only put information in the character information that won’t spoil her book. Her first name will remain Lorna.

About the Main and Important Characters

Elizabeth “Lizzie” Jane Daniels-Xavier

Born 1942 to highly decorated British WWII officer Francis “Frank” Daniels and his wife Lorna, a woman he married against the wishes of his family. Her father died in the war, leaving her mother to raise her alone. Captain Frank Daniels of the British Armed forces was a liaison officer that worked with the SSR along with Agent Peggy Carter. He befriended Captain Steve Rogers and worked with Howard Stark and his Howling Commandos for a time before being recalled by the British Army. It was his service for the British that cost him his life.

Lizzie and her mother are taken on the orders of a man named Sebastian Shaw when she’s 8 years old. He saw her use her mutant powers accidentally in public. They were newly developing and she hasn’t learned control. Shaw was formerly known as Klaus Schmidt, a Nazi officer and second in command of Hydra which was ran by his brother Johann. Shaw murdered her mother in front of her when she couldn’t use her powers on command.

Lizzie’s father, Frank, left behind a surviving sister, Sharon Xavier, who was living in New York now with her son. Sharon had been determined to find her niece and take her in. She’d spent years searching for the only surviving piece of her beloved brother. Finally Lizzie managed to escape captivity and by a twist of fate she was found by a teen boy and girl not much older than her. It so happened she’d be found by her older cousin, Charles Xavier, and his foster sister, Raven. Charles took Lizzie home and showed her and her things to his mother. In Lizzie’s things were what little she had left of her life before she had been taken. It proved her identity and she was adopted by her aunt, given everything she could ever want or need then gaining a brother and sister in Charles and Raven.

Lizzie still wanted revenge on the man who hurt her. When she finished college at Oxford she went hunting and who should she find but Erik Lehnsherr instead with whom she embarked upon a whirlwind romance. With Erik it would be a constant battle for her heart though they would have two daughters together, Lorna and Edie. She’d have another romance that she would forever keep private though she got the twins, Freyja and Fenris, from it. Now Lizzie has the real thing with Logan and they share a daughter together, Maria.

Lizzie has severely slowed aging to the point she almost doesn’t age because of a serum of Hank’s creation she has tested for him.

Lizzie’s code name is Kinetica due to her abilities with kinetic energy (particularly telekinesis) and projection. She is also immune to Charles’s power. The only time she wasn’t was during her pregnancy with Lorna.

Lizzie has worked for SHIELD since 1963, having been recruited by Peggy Carter and Howard Stark. She’s currently working as the Assistant Director under Nick Fury.

Lorna Jane Xavier-Stark

She is born Lorna Jane Lehnsherr on June 9, 1963 to Lizzie Lehnsherr (née Daniels-Xavier) and Erik Lehnsherr. Lizzie is in the very early stages of pregnancy with her on the beach in Cuba in October 1962. Lorna’s last name is changed to Xavier in November 1963 when Lizzie divorces Erik after he is placed in prison for the assassination of President Kennedy. After Lizzie starts working for SHIELD, Howard Stark falls head over heels for the little girl and by the time she’s two asks to adopt his new best friend’s daughter. Lizzie agrees as she had already been co-parenting with him in a sense anyway. Lorna’s last name is changed to Xavier-Stark by July 1, 1965 and she calls Howard “Pop.”

Lorna’s famously known to all by as her adopted father, Howard Stark’s “wing woman” that helps him land his future wife Maria. Her and Maria have a wonderful relationship too. She’s protective over Tony and they’re like best friends. She also doesn’t take his crap. She’s never afraid to give Tony hell. Her mom Lizzie serves as Tony’s godmother while she gets to be his big sister to keep him in line. Tony gives it back to her when she becomes a mom when he does questionable things as an Uncle. She would never trade her relationship with Tony for the world as insane as he makes her. She loves her brother deeply despite his flaws.

Lorna has one full sibling. Edie Xavier-Lehnsherr was born in October 1974 after her parents briefly reunited in Paris when trying to stop Bolivar Trask from creating his sentinels. Due to the events that followed, Erik Lehnsherr went into hiding as a fugitive and didn’t learn of Edie’s existence until she was nine years old.

Lorna was kidnapped in April 1983, just a few months before she turned twenty years old. They don’t know who took her. Lorna was rescued at the end of October in a mission lead by Nick Fury that without the help of Erik Lehnsherr they wouldn’t have found her. When she was rescued, she was twenty-eight weeks pregnant. The ones that kidnapped her forced her to give herself to a man, a super soldier until she became pregnant because they wanted a hybrid child of a mutant and super soldier. Lorna would give birth to a baby boy on December 16, 1983 that she named James “Jamie” Erik Xavier-Stark. Lorna could tell them very little of the man or her captors, leaving much of this a mystery.

Lorna encountered the man who fathered her son the night Howard and Maria Stark were killed when he delivered her son back to her safely. Jamie had been with them as they’d been together for little Jamie’s eighth birthday. Her mom was heavily pregnant with twins, due in a couple of months. Lorna’s twin younger siblings, Freyja and Fenris would be born the following February. The tragic loss of Howard and Maria Stark would rock the entire family for quite some time. It would send Lorna’s adopted brother Tony into a spiral and Lorna on as well. Lorna would finally crack from everything she’d been through, forcing Lizzie to go to Charles to finally get Lorna help for all she had been through. Lorna has to spend time for a mental break down in an institution while her son remains with Charles. Once she is stable, she goes to work for SHIELD and never looks back.

Lorna would go to work for SHIELD not long after the death of Howard and Maria Stark and after she fully recovers from her own complete mental breakdown. She recovers completely thanks to her Uncle Charles. She rose up through the agent ranks doing under cover and black ops work. It, also, helped that Lorna is highly multilingual. Lorna may have English for her mother tongue but she’s also fluent in German, French, Russian, Spanish, Italian, Romanian, Hungarian, and Polish as well as Latin, Hebrew, Arabic, and Greek. She’s studied in the Jewish culture and religion though she has never practiced it but respects her heritage as someone who is Jewish with family who was lost in the camps and a father who survived Auschwitz. The Xavier family may have been members of the Church of England but she was never raised religious. Her status as one of the most linguistically fluent agents in SHIELD also made her one of the most valuable agents. She just had a knack for picking up languages. Her help with Jamie wasn’t just those that lived and worked at the Xavier School, her biggest help was Tony. Tony loved and adored his nephew from day one and made Jamie his protégé. Lorna was ok with Jamie being Tony’s protégé because it was also a way to keep her son safe. She didn’t want him in the world of SHIELD because she knew he would always be in danger in that world. Her SHIELD work was full of her dedication of keeping more than Jamie safe but the rest of the world. She wanted to do the right thing and the best thing for the people in the world. She had to always keep believing in the existence of the good. That’s what helped her to not have another breakdown and keep moving forward.

Lorna is completely bisexual and after meeting Natasha Romanoff on a covert mission, while Natasha is still the enemy, she ends up falling in love with her. Lorna and Natasha engage in a relationship that lasts for a couple of years after Clint makes the decision to let Natasha live and Natasha defects to SHIELD. They end their relationship amicably upon realizing Lorna is more invested in committing than Natasha. They decide to be friends with benefits only, always giving each other the love and support they need. Natasha will always be Lorna’s best friend she can tell anything to, besides Clint, who she calls her other brother, and Alex, who has known her all her life. Pepper is the best friend she has to be a little filtered with but Natasha is the best friend she never has to hide anything from. The only other people who get away with talking to Lorna any way they wish are Logan and Hank McCoy because even Tony has rules with Lorna. There’s only one person who she completely despises and that’s Erik Lehnsherr.

Lorna’s powers make one of her nicknames the mistress of magnetism. It’s quite plausible that her ability to control metal is stronger than Magneto’s. This connection to metal has her directly connected to the Earth’s metal core, in a stronger sense than Erik ever could. She can fly and draw from the metal in the core as well magnetism that runs around the earth. The polarity in her magnetism is opposite of Magneto. She can use this to create a shield around her. When anything hits her shield, she absorbs that energy into her, making her stronger. Lorna can also send out electromagnetic energy pulses and blasts, not just control metal. She can use her control over all the metal down to the connection at the core to create earthquakes. She can do more than shield herself but also shield others as well. She can also manipulate anything of a metallic substance down to the molecular level to change it or create something new and/or different. The connection she has to the earth and its core is part of why her aging has slowed and will remain slowed permanently. The other reasons her aging has slowed are the serum she tested for Hank and the healing serum Hank created from Logan’s DNA. Lorna had to be given the healing serum on a couple of occasions to save her life. The permanent effects were how it has basically caused it to stop her aging and giving her some healing abilities when combined with her own mutation. Lorna also has powers of empathy. They’re not as powerful as a full blown telepath but still prevalent. Her power shows as green but it is not why they call her Polaris. She’s Polaris because of the polarity of magnetism.

Edie Raven Xavier-Lehnsherr

Edie Raven Xavier-Lehnsherr is born October 31, 1974 and is the daughter of Lizzie Daniels-Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr, conceived during their brief rendezvous of their relationship in Paris in 1974 when trying to stop Raven from killing Dr. Bolivar Trask at the Paris Peace Conference. Erik did not know Edie existed until she was nine years old in 1983 after he helped out SHIELD when Lorna had been kidnapped by helping locate and rescue his daughter. Lorna ended up spilling the beans about Edie, forcing Lizzie to admit to Erik about their other daughter. Due to the fact that Erik’s lack of presence in her life was actually her mother’s fault, Edie’s feelings towards Erik are the opposite of her older sister Lorna. She’s welcoming towards him and has no hard feelings. She wants to build a relationship.

Edie works at the Xavier Institute as a teacher and is on of her Uncle Charles’s X-Men, going by the code name of Psyche. Edie’s a telepath with telekinesis and projection powers like her mother. She can create a type of shield similar to what her father and sister can do but nowhere near as strong. It’s more of a psychic shield. Her psychic powers are where her true strength lies and she’s been studying under Charles on how to truly hone her skills. As a teacher and scientist she’s a protégé of Dr. Hank McCoy and studied in university at Harvard.

Freyja Astrid Xavier

Freyja Astrid Xavier is the twin sister of Fenris and Lizzie’s daughter with a man she does not speak of. The twins were born February 18, 1992 and have always been known as chaotic trouble makers, being bigger mischief makers than Tony and Lorna combined. Freyja, just like her twin brother, is highly intelligent and has had powers since she was a toddler. She is a scientist who has considered going into medicine. However, she’s also known for being a major flirt that just can’t help herself.

Fenris Aleksander Xavier

Fenris Aleksander Xavier is the twin brother of Freyja and Lizzie’s son with a man she doesn’t speak of. The twins were born February 18, 1992 and have always been known as chaotic trouble makers, being bigger mischief makers than Tony and Lorna combined. Fenris, just like his twin sister, is highly intelligent and has had powers since he was a toddler. Fenris is a historian who has also studied archaeology that works as a teacher. He’s also a major flirt that’s unable to help himself.

Maria Logan Xavier

Maria Logan Xavier is Lizzie’s youngest child who she has with Logan. Maria was born March 21, 2000 and is studying at the Xavier Institute as her mutant powers are just now coming into fruition.

James “Jamie” Erik Xavier-Stark

James “Jamie” Erik Xavier-Stark is Lorna’s son. He was the result of what occurred during her kidnapping and she does not know the true identity of his father. He was born December 16, 1983 and Lorna named Nick Fury as his godfather. Tony has helped raise him and he’s now his protégé.

Characters to Appear (So Far)

*this list is incomplete*

Lorna Jane Xavier-Stark Polaris

Elizabeth “Lizzie” Jane Daniels-Xavier Kinetica

Erik Magnus Lehnsherr Magneto

Anthony “Tony” Stark Iron Man

James “Jamie” Xavier-Stark

Edie Raven Xavier-Lehnsherr Psyche

Charles Francis Xavier Professor X

Raven Darkholme Mystique

Moira MacTaggart

Howard Stark

Maria Stark

Peggy Carter

Logan Wolverine

Nicholas “Nick” J. Fury

Alexander “Alex” Summers Havok

Henry “Hank” McCoy Beast

Virginia “Pepper” Potts

Happy Hogan

Natasha Romanoff Black Widow

Clinton “Clint” Barton Hawkeye

Freyja Astrid Xavier

Fenris Aleksander Xavier

Philip “Phil” Coulson

Maria Hill

James “Rhodey” Rhodes War Machine

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes Winter Soldier

Maria Logan Xavier

Thor Odinson

Loki

Jane Foster

Erik Selvig

Remy LeBeau Gambit

Steven “Steve” Grant Rogers Captain America

Robert Bruce Banner Hulk

Samuel “Sam” Wilson Falcon

Sharon Carter

Pietro Maximoff Quicksilver

Wanda Maximoff Scarlet Witch

Thaddeus Ross

T’Challa Black Panther

Ayo

Shuri

Eliot Ross

Heimdahl

Ororo Munroe Storm

Jean Grey

Scott Summers Cyclops

Marie Rogue

Jubilation Lee Jubilee

Talos

Soren

Carol Danvers Captain Marvel

Stephen Strange Dr Strange

Peter Parker Spider Man

Scott Lang Ant Man

Warren Worthington III Angel

Kurt Wagner Nightcrawler

Betsy Braddock Psylocke

Books

*Planned and released*

Reading Master List

Shed My Skin: The Story of Polaris

What Have You Done: The Story of Kinetica

A Dangerous Mind: The Story of Magneto

Hand of Sorrow: The Story of the Winter Soldier

Valid Films to the Saga

X-Men: First Class

X-Men: Days of Future Past

The Entire MCU through Endgame

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Bucky Barnes

Alpha!Bucky

1) Alpha!Bucky Drabble by @vanillanaps

2) Heart and Soul by @all1e23 Complete Series

3) Little Red Riding Hood by @holylulusworld Dark

4) Need You Now by @angrythingstarlight Smut

5) The Start of Something New by @navybrat817 Featuring: Hal Carter Omega!Reader Ongoing Smut in later parts

Angst

1) Question by @bluehourbucky Cheating

2) Stuff of Fairy Tales by @hannibals-favourite-meal Complete Series Plus Size Reader Pregnancy Sex Pollen

3) The Ultimatum by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Ex-Boyfriend Angst

4) Waiting on the Corner by @holylulusworld College AU

Biker!Bucky

1) Kiss Me Like You Mean It by @angrythingstarlight Fluff Implied Smut

2) Roar & Giggle by @holylulusworld Ongoing Series

Boyfriend!Bucky

1) Can You Not by @buckyalpine Exhibitionism (later parts) Reader’s Ex

2) Measurements by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Fluff Tall Reader

3) So Perfect by @bloodredwolfsbane Fluff

4) Something New by @beanthesprout Smut

5) Take the Trash Out by @splendidreads Angst Reader’s Ex

Dark

1) Make You Feel My Love by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

2) Wrong Number by @targaryenvampireslayer

Drunk!Bucky

1) Clingy by @sleepypanda27

2) Drunk Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight Dirty Jokes Implied Smut

3) Drunk Bucky Drabble by @pellucid-constellations

4) Drunk Words Are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

5) Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory Angst Insecure Reader

6) Guys Night by @teamcap4bucky Featuring: Avengers Injuries Mentions of vomit

7) I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

8) Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes

9) Sober Thoughts by tropicalcap (Deactivated account)

10) You Know What Rhymes With Drunk? Sex by @seventven Implied Smut

Fairy Tale AU

1) The Unseen One by @extremelyblackandwhite Complete Series Hades!Bucky

Fluff

1) Anything to Make You Smile by @takenbypeter

2) Best Boyfriend You Never Had by @language-rxgers Fake Boyfriend Complete Series

3) Big Fan by @bubblessunshinehoney Ongoing Series

4) Happy Little Accidents by @espinosaurusrexex Veteran!Bucky

5) The Life by @hesthermay

6) Little Black Dress by @thefallenbibliophilequote Insecure Reader Plus Size Reader

7) Tall Drink of Water by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Tall Reader

8) You Are Beautiful by @holylulusworld Ongoing Series Plus Size Reader

Fuckboy!Bucky

1) Send Nudes by @bucky-barnes-diaries Implied Smut Nudity

Librarian!Bucky

1) Face Sitting by @bucky-barnes-diaries Smut

2) Once Upon a Time by @navybrat817

Mafia AU

1) A deal with Bee by @angrythingstarlight Fluff

2) Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight Smut

3) Owned by @jobean12-blog Smut

4) Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer Smut

5) Plot Twist by @winterarmyy Arranged Marriage Mini-Series Smut in later parts

6) Power Play by @late-to-the-party-81 Ongoing Series Smut Soft!Dark

7) Promise by @straywords Smut

8) Trespassing by @sebstan2020 Dark Fic

9) Your Hands On Me by @slyyywriting

10) Your Love Gets Sweeter Every Day by @povlvr Series

Omega!Bucky

1) A Touch Too Far by @angrythingstarlight

2) I Am Sorry Alpha by @bucky-boo-bear

3) Where the Shivers Won’t Find You by @heli0s-writes Alpha!Reader Smut

Series

1) Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight Fluff Ongoing Series Smut

2) Keeping Me Up by @writing-for-marvel Complete Series

3) You Will be the Death of Me by @fluffysucker Angst Completed Series Ex-husband!Bucky Fluff Some Smut

Smut

1) Beard Burn by @biteofcherry Featuring: Ari Levinson

2) Fitness Pack - Bucky by @holylulusworld Personal Trainer!Bucky Plus Size Reader Smut in Part 2

3) Lumberjack!Bucky Drabble by @angrythingstarlight

4) Midsummer Night’s Dream by @jamesbuckybarnes1917

5) Overtime by @navybrat817 Featuring Jake Jensen

6) Petals by @biteofcherry Sex Pollen

7) Pluvious by @buckymorelikefuckme

8) Sleepless Nights by @kikixreverie

Soft Dark/Stalker!Bucky

1) Follow You Home by @navybrat817

2) Permission by @silver-pieces

3) Sleeping With a Friend by @rubynationwins Plus Size Reader Somnophilia

Soulmate AU

1) Heartbeat for a Biker by @definitely-a-nerd

Winter Soldier

1) Kidnapped by @buckgasms Dark Smut

2) Sleepwalking by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 Smut Soft Dark

3) Welcome Home...Soldat? by @winterarmyy Light smut

4) Winter Soldier is a Match Maker by @universitypenguin Dark/Soft Dark? Smut

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Big Fan (part6)

Chapter 6: where he's back from his mission and...well you finally get so see him naked

don't be shy, reblog, comment, like!

Enjoy, Cloudy

not beta read, english is not my first language. all mistakes are my own

tw: SMUT, this part is just that...pwp, pinv, oral, cuties, hotties...just SMUT (unprotected, so wrap it before you tap it, but they've discussed it even though it's not in the fic)

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Gif credit : @gay-bucky-barnes

Bucky was eager, impatient, out of his mind… four weeks, four weeks he has been on this mission. He texted you, called you once when he was sure to be in a safe place. He missed your voice, your scent, your touch…he missed you, all of you, and no one had ever made him feel like that before.

He was on his way back, his leg couldn’t stop shaking, making Sam crazy. He was so impatient to see you, to hold you, to kiss you… to touch you.

On your side, you were also eager, he texted you that he was on the jet…meaning he was coming back. You answered him, that he could come to your place whenever he wanted then.

You were feeling buzzy, dizzy, and so horny. Last time, he was here…he showed you how skilled he was with his hands, you almost came with him just massaging, grabbing, and kissing you in the most heated make out session you’ve ever experienced.

Gosh, you missed him…he’s all being, his warmth, his strong arms holding you tight against him…his lips exploring your neck, his hands… a little whimper came out of your mouth, almost frighting you and you laughed…

“I’m so ridiculous”, you grumbled.

“You’re not, doll”, this time you jumped out of your skin, looking at your front door.

“B-bucky?”

He knocked three times and you rushed to open him. You looked at each other, his eyes were sparkling with desire, want, lust and so much love.

“Hiya doll, how are you?”

You let out a groan and pulled him by his collar into your flat, kissing him…wait no, devouring him with your kiss.

He hiccupped, holding you close and grabbing your waist and ass, before hosting your legs around his waist. He closed the door with your back onto it, without breaking the heated kiss you were sharing.

He was panting, cheeks flushed, and his eyes were wild when he broke the kiss. You were hot all over, your clothes seemed to be too tight, his body heat irradiating you.

“Bucky, oh my bucky.” You whispered, your hands in his hair. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes, pressing against you, holding you so tight it started to hurt you, but you couldn’t say stop, you wanted him to crush you.

“I missed you”, you let out in an exhale. He opened his eyes at this, despair in his baby blue eyes. He kissed you hard, taking your breath away. Without a word, he carried you to your room, laid you down on your bed and hovered you.

He was looking at you, with such intensity you felt shy. But you kept looking into his eyes, you didn’t back out or shied away. He pressed his lips tenderly against yours, before kissing all over your face, neck, collarbone and finally nuzzled between your boobs. He let out a heavy sigh, breathing you in deeply.

“I missed you more”, he muffled against your left boob. You felt your nipples harden, your entire body was coming to life, you were feeling more aware of your surroundings, like if you had been on hold for four weeks.

Bucky continued to kiss your body, frustrating you because it was above your clothes.

“too much clothes, buck, please…”, then you felt his hands under your shirt. A cold and hot one, you moaned, just to feel his touch was making you feel out of space.

“Doll”, he murmured. You looked at him, his jeans did little to hide his lust.

“What do you want, bucky?” you panted.

“You, I want you.”

“You have me, all of me.”

You took your shirt off, leaving you bare, you didn’t bother with a bra today. His eyes got wide, and he blushed.

“So pretty”, he said almost to himself. You blushed slightly. It might sound cliché, but nobody ever looked at you like he did.

You tugged on his shirt, and he took it off too, you bite your lip.

Gosh he was built like a god.

You passed your hands on his chest, carefully letting him stop you if he was uncomfortable. He’s breathing was shallow, but you could sense it was because he was holding back.

“You know…we could take our time later… I mean…”

“Do you know how good you smell?” he blurted out.

“Smell?”

He looked down at your crotch. “Here, I fucking smell you and it’s driving me crazy, my senses are being overstimulated. I can hear your heart beating faster each time I kiss or touch you. I can almost feel your arousal strongly every minute that pass. I’m about to burst, doll.”

You surprised both of you when you get on top. You pressed your crotch against his and he let out a beautiful moan. His hands were on your hips, and he held you tight. “Doll...” he warned.

“Don’t hold back.” It’s all you could say. The second you said it, you’re once again on your back and your short and panties were being torn apart. Bucky let his forehead rested on your lower belly, his nose nuzzling onto your inner thighs. He left butterfly kisses all over them and then he settled between your legs, you heard him growl. “Doll, can I taste you?”

“Yes, you can Jamie.” He held your thighs to open you more, his breath tickled you and then you felt his tongue.

Fucking finally.

He took his time, he slowly explored your mound, took his time to understand what you liked or didn’t like. And if you’re being honest, you’re enjoying every second of it. No one ever took care of you like Bucky did. Not one of you ex took time to eat you out, but bucky, well…he was enjoying it. He loved to hear your little moans of pleasure or the way your breath stopped when it felt divine. And if he was being honest, you tasted as good as you smelled, and he couldn’t stop his ego to grow with how wet you became the more he ate you out.

He was harder than he could ever remember, but it felt good, really good.

“Buck” you whispered, if he didn’t have a super hearing, he might not have heard you. He looked up, you were biting your lip and he came almost with how you were looking at him.

“I…” you blushed, and he smiled tenderly.

“Yes, dolly?”

“I need to come.”

He laughed softly, before nodding. “I can make you cum.”, he stated, before diving in again and this time, he sucked and licked your cunt perfectly and you felt your orgasm building. You cried out the moment he pushed two fingers in and curled them at the right spot. You clenched hard, and bucky groaned impatient to feel it around his cock.

You were panting, your legs were spasming when he came up to pecks your lips, unsure if you would like it.

You licked your lips after the kiss and giggled: “You’re wet”. His eyes sparkled with joy and amusement. You kissed him more deeply and he went lax against you, well almost, his dick was hard against your thigh and your breath hitched at the sensation.

“Want me to…?”

“No, I need to be inside you, doll, now.” He looked surprise by his own answer and quickly added. “Sorry, not right now, later or another time. If you touch me or suck me, I don’t know if I can last. I need to feel you clench around my cock.”

“Okay, Jamie, I don’t mind if you don’t last you know. Doesn’t mean we didn’t have a good time.” You smiled at him and stroked his cheek. “So, you want to feel me clench around your cock, didn’t know you could be this forward.”

He glared at you not even annoyed and you both laughed.

“I’m just too horny” he pleaded.

“So am I, so please, fuck me.”

He groaned and took off his boxers, his cock was red and the tip dripping. You flipped him on his back and straddled his waist. You slowly made your way up to align yourself and bucky stopped breathing. He was in heaven, and you were the angel to welcome him in.

“Shit, shit, shit” he muttered when you took his cock to stroke him ever so slightly before pushing it in.

You both moaned when you bottomed out. You felt him pulse, while he felt you clench and he held your hips hard, a bit too much, to not make him feel bad you put your hands on his and stroked them softly, smiling at him, while you started moving. Unconsciously, he relaxed his hold on you and started to stroke your sides and under your boobs. He was panting, focusing on letting you have another orgasm before he could let go.

You were not happy to see him hold back, you rolled your hips and sunk down before clenching as much as you could around him. He arched his back and groaned.

“Don’t hold back, James”.

To hear you called him by his name, made him loose control. He held you close before rolling so he was on top, and he started to fuck you hard, holding one leg on his hip and almost matt pressing you. You moaned loudly at the change of angle and speed. It felt amazing. His thrusts were hard and demanding but he kissed your neck and shoulders with such delicacy that you could only melt.

He panted your name, breathing you in, groaning at every spasm of your sex around his. It was so good, he didn’t want it to stop, so he slowed down, rolling his hips, going deep inside you. You gasped at the sensation, felt him pulse and then you realized…this was the best sex of your life.

Bucky was looking at you, admiring every inch of you, completely lost to see him connected with you like that. He couldn’t remember feeling so safe, happy, and good. You didn’t look at his scares like some other did, didn’t mind taking his metal arm or metal hand. And right now, you were smiling at him, scratching his back and… holding his butt?

“I wanted for a long time to hold your bubbly butt, but damn, having you like this it’s even better”, you panted, he swallowed thickly and closed his eyes. Your filthy mouth would make him come in no time.

He started to speed again, you arched into him and moved your hips in time with his thrusts. You both moaned and panted.

Bucky came without any warning, he stopped breathing and his all body tensed before his relise. He looked at you and the smile adorning your face made him blush.

“hi there” you whispered, clenching ever so slightly, he whined being overstimulated.

“h-hi do-doll” he panted before pulling out gently and crashing beside you.

He was looking up, chest heaving, and you rolled on your side to look at him. You didn’t want to push anything, a bit shy to touch him.

He turned his face to you and bring you close to him, kissed your head and nuzzled into your hair, without a word. You smiled, he was adorable, you liked when he did thing naturally and silently. He always chose his words carefully. Slowly you traced patterns on his chest, he got goosebumps but didn’t even flinch when you passed over his biggest scars or close to the metal of his shoulder.

He sighed contently, stroking your side, still nuzzled into your hair, his breath almost tickling you.

“I missed you” he whispered, before his breathing slowed down, signalling you he was asleep. And you could never be prouder to see him fall asleep with you.

“I missed you more”, you whispered back.

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victimsofyaoipoll · 8 months

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Round 3

Propaganda Under Cut

Sharon Carter

Sharon is portrayed as a conniving, meddling bitch/villain in fics. Multiple authors flat-out say that they need someone to be the bitch or villain in their fics and they used Sharon. She got so much hatred based on Steve kissing her in Civil War in 2016 that Marvel Studios changed its entire plan for multiple characters. This is despite how Sharon has been Steve's main love interest in the comics since December 9, 1965. Despite being off and on for decades (three of Steve's other love interests were while she was supposedly dead, with at least one writer saying they only created the love interest because Sharon was dead at the time)

When she first appeared she was unfairly treated by fans for "getting in the way" of the Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes ship. A shame because she's a really good character. I'd talk more about how unfairly Sharon, and her actress Emily VanCamp, have been treated by the fanbase and the creators, but that's a different story.

She and Steve Rogers were meant to have a romantic relationship, but the entire fandom and many Stucky fans dislike her because it wasn’t a good ship. I think she isn’t the best but she doesn’t deserve so much hate

Elizabeth Midford

She started as just a cutie fiancée trying her best, turns out she's also a swordfighting genius, very under pressure to perform feminity in the Victorian Rose type of way. Fandom crucifies her bc she's Ciel's fiancée and they want him to be with his butler, Sebastian, the demon he sold his soul to for revenge

anime was a shitty canon divergent adaptation that butchered her character down to her "cutesy silly girly" persona, which obviously made the 2008 anime fans hate her with a passion (nothing wrong w being girly I'm just saying the adaptation made her super one dimensional) anyways fujoshis used to treat her as a villain because she's the fiance of Ciel,, who as u might know already was HEAVILY shipped with his butler, Sebastian back then (now it's kinda looked badly upon, nice tbh that ship sucks ass xD) She's a bit similar to Misa Amane from death note in the way she was treated. (Like an obstacle the yaoi ship must overcome rather than a person)

she's my silly little rabbit! i could gush about her character but i'll keep it short and just say that she's really well written and one of the best characters in the series. anyways she's ciel's fiance and she's like, rightfully annoying as any other 13 yr old girl would be but the fanbase fucking crucified her for even existing. she gets demonized for being 'annoying', but then ciel gets yaoishipped with an even more annoying guy. there is 100% an argument that lizzie/ciel is weird bc they're cousins (i personally don't ship it) but that falls flat when her detractors then ship the 13 yr old ciel with an eons old demon who Canonically looks like his father. the anime also never reached her main character development until years after its peak and that was only in a movie, so she really got the bad end of the stick here. not me though i had a giant crush on her when i was 12

#round 3 #poll #sharon carter #mcu #marvel #marvel comics #elizabeth midford #black butler

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fandomnsfw · 11 months

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Th Sergeant’s Admirer - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: I actually had writers block and decided to look through some unfinished stuff and came across this it started at 1k words and I decided to see where my idea's took me...It got out of hand. This is the biggest one-shot I've actually ever done. its over 7k and its my first Bucky fic I'm excited to hear every ones thoughts. (if you don't like don't read)

Warnings: Smut, there fluff lots of it, I have a minor fetish or kink for like Bucky's arm so that may leak in this story. (oops)

Description: You’re a sci-fi writer who happens to support Sergeant Barnes rather publicly in an interview for your latest book, which somehow ends with you being asked to help boost the Sergeants PR.

Thank you to my beta who gave this a quick edit last night @lets-imagine-fanfics

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“So, Y/N, as a successful writer of a sci-fi book series everyone is wondering who is your favourite Avenger?” The interviewer asked with a bright white smile that was beyond fake in your eyes.

“That depends on what reason? I mean I know everyone wants me to say Captain America because the hero of my book is noble and righteous much like our good Captain, but to be honest; I most admire Sergeant Barnes.” You replied easily clearly shocking the interviewer as her jaw dropped immediately.

“You mean The Winter Solider?” The interviewer asked sceptically.

“No, HYDRA created The Winter Solider by torturing a good man that fought for this country over 70 years ago. The man who now helps the Avengers and their cause is not the assassin they created but the Sergeant finally getting his life back and once again serving his country despite having every right to retire and live a normal life.” You answered easily, your smile finally real as you spoke passionately about your beliefs on the subject.

“So, you believe that the Sergeant shouldn’t be treated like a terrorist and a killer despite his wrongdoings?” The interviewer sassed back making your face drop instantly.

“I’m sorry…so if Miss Wanda Maximoff came in here and made you kill everyone in this room…would you think it fair to get charged for the murders?” You asked causing her to splutter.

“I think this interview is over and I don’t think I will be taking any more interviews from this station. Oh, one more thing…” You started before staring into the camera.

“Sergeant Barnes, if you are watching this, thank you for your service.” You spoke sweetly into the camera making everyone chuckle under their breaths before you took your exit out of the studio, your manager following you with a panicked expression.

As you stepped outside of the building, your manager tried to keep the paparazzi away but pictures were still being taken and their questions were relentless, so you decided to answer some of their inquiries. Holding your hand up they easily quietened down but continued to take pictures.

“Miss Y/L/N, is it true that your favourite avenger is Mr Barnes or was it a publicity stunt?” You shot the person a glare before crossing your arms.

“No, I truly admire Mr Barnes.” You answered with gritted teeth.

“Do you know Mr Barnes personally?” Someone asked in the back.

“No, but I would absolutely love to meet him one day.” You replied with a happy nod and as you did your manager started tugging on your jacket with wide eyes.

As her words flowed into your ear your jaw hit the floor and everyone started screaming questions again, but you couldn’t breathe, everything you had just said was being watched live from a few News stations and Captain America had seen it all.

“That’s the end of the questions today, thank you so much for your patience’s and thank you to my fans who never stop giving.” You muttered robotically as your manager dragged you away from the crowd straight into a black car that was waiting next to the pavement.

As the car drove, you stared at the floor wishing you knew how this had happened but you knew how… you were the only person to ever speak up about the hardships and horrors Mr Barnes must’ve been through… however you never expected to get so much from it, you had just wanted to share your opinion.

“We’re here, Miss Y/L/N.” The driver stated as you stared up at the Stark tower with wide eyes.

Everything from the entrance to the top floor was a blur, your mind couldn’t function knowing you were about to meet an Avenger. As you entered the room you saw three faces that looked familiar and four that didn’t, but you held your head high hoping your nerves weren’t obvious.

“Miss Y/L/N, thank you for meeting with us on such short notice.” The most famous man in America spoke, making your eyes widen comically.

“Well, when Captain America asks to meet you…you can hardly say no, Sir.” You chuckled nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear before straightening out your dress.

“Please call me Steve. I asked to meet you to thank you for what you said about Bucky in your interview today. You’re the first person I have seen speak about him with such admiration.” Steve stated happily, his smile lighting up the room in a way no one else probably could.

“It was only the truth, S-Steve.” You stuttered shyly your cheeks flushing as you noticed Tony Stark rolling his eyes which made your eyes narrow.

“I’m sorry, do excuse me but is there an issue, Mr Stark?” You huffed with much more attitude than you probably should’ve been aiming at him.

“I just think your ‘opinion’ is wrong.” He stated with an arrogant smirk.

“And I think you married way out of your league and personally think you have a narcissistic personality, but I kept that part to myself when I spoke of the avengers. No offence to your genius and well achieved wife.” You stated as you gave Pepper a nod of apologies.

“None taken, Miss Y/L/N. However, I believe your admiration for Mr Barnes is actually a good thing…he doesn’t get a lot of good publicity and I think you are good for his PR.” Pepper stated making you nod in agreement.

“The Sergeant hasn’t seen that interview, has he?” You asked your face turning bright red as you assessed the room full of people.

“Actually, he’s being shown it as we speak…he should be done in about… oh here he is now.” Steve stated as the man you’d defended walked through the door.

“Oh, for the love of Thor.” You whispered in embarrassment, your hand covering your face as you shot your manager a panicked look.

“Bucky, this is Y/N Y/L/N from the interview… she’s a big fan.” Steve teased, his smirk not going unnoticed by you.

“I must say, Captain, you are much more of an asshole than I thought… and your arms are way bigger than they look on pictures…” You rambled clearly your filter had completely vanished.

“I am so sorry… when I get nervous, I tend to lose my mouth filter just tell me to shut up…Okay…big fan Sergeant.” You added with a bright red face as you turn towards Bucky and held your hand out for him to shake.

“Thanks… Why am I here, Steve?” He huffed with a very uncomfortable half smile as he shook your hand awkwardly.

“I think you and Y/N should spend some time together in public places…I think it would boost your PR and also make you less antisocial.” Steve snorted making Bucky glare at his longtime friend.

“I am not antisocial, I just don’t like most people, and everything is different… even dating is done on the internet now, it’s stupid.” Bucky rolled his eyes before looking at you with a more focused gaze.

“I appreciate your words, Doll, but I’m not about to force you to spend time with me because you don’t hate me like the rest of America.” Bucky spoke to you, and you shook your head.

“I’m actually a big fan genuinely… I think you’re amazing also I agree, online dating is stupid.” You stated his words had made you smile in a way you hadn’t in a while.

“You’re an interesting woman, I’ll give you that, sweetheart.” Bucky chuckled sending you a panty melting smile that made you literally clutch your metaphorical pearls.

“Bucky used to be quite the ladies' man, back in the day.” Steve snorted suddenly making your eyes shoot towards him.

“I was, until this asshole grew muscles, and no woman would pick me over him.” Bucky huffed playfully with an eye roll.

“No offence, Captain, but I think I’d choose the Sergeant…” You whispered to Steve earning a smile from him.

“I can hear you, Doll.” Bucky whispered teasingly causing your face to flush.

“Well… moving on. I would be happy to spend some time with you, if you wouldn’t mind of course. It would be great to get to know you.” You mumbled in embarrassment your cheeks turning bright pink.

“I guess. What could go wrong?”

Everyone’s famous last words.

RENOWNED SCI-FI AUTHOR DATING THE WINTER SOLDIER!

Those words were sprawled across the front page of the New York Times. It wasn’t that people were assuming you’d date Mr Barnes, but more that you’re embarrassed for Mr Barnes because anyone is crazy if they think that man would want to date a silly Sci-Fi author.

“I really hope he doesn’t think I had anything to do with this.” You muttered to your manager, as you rode the elevator up to the Stark PR Office.

“In what world would you want to date a 100 year old man?” She chuckled making you shoot a glare straight at her.

“In every world wouldn’t I date Mr Barnes. He’s charming, handsome and a gentleman.” You snapped back at your manager, making her look down in shame.

You slapped down the paper as you threw your head back in frustration. You had only been on a few outings with Mr Barnes but somehow the sleaze bag journalists deemed that enough to assume you were dating. Your work phone had been ringing none stop all morning with people asking for quote on your supposed new relationship.

You had finally turned your phone off after sending a text to Steve with your personal phone number. The calls were getting too much, and your head was pounding. Your personal phone started ringing so you hurried to answer the call.

“Doll?” The sergeants voice rang out over the speaker making you jolt up straight as you took speaker mode off and pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hi, Mr Barnes.” You muttered sweetly, making him groan.

“I told you to call me Bucky, Doll.” He chuckled making you flush bright red.

“I’m so sorry about the paper, Bucky.” You sighed softly making your manager roll her eyes.

“It’s hardly your fault, sweetheart. It doesn’t bother me let them assume whatever they want. I hope it doesn’t bother you.” He chuckled darkly making you frown.

“It doesn’t. I was more worried you’d be bothered, kind of puts a damper on your single status.” You giggled making him laugh.

“Hey there are worse things. Steve says it’s good PR.” He mumbles causing you to nod only to realise he couldn’t see you.

“I’m popping to the farmers market later would you like to come? Maybe we could go for lunch after?” You asked quietly hoping he would say yes.

“You sure? People might think we’re married next.” He teased making you giggle.

“There are worse things.” You sassed his own words back at him causing another chuckle from the older man.

“Okay, I’ll pick you soon. You okay with bikes?” He asked softly making your heart flutter.

“Hell yes!” You exclaimed happily as you hung up and sent a text with your address.

You quickly ran to get dressed. Sliding on a pair of black skintight cargo pants, khaki green long sleeved cropped Henley with your black leather lace up heels and your teddy bear fur collared leather jacket.

Your hair was curled loosely, your makeup was simple with a glowing base. You deemed the outfit acceptable for the market and a bike ride.

You gave yourself a nod in the mirror, just as you received a text from Bucky telling you he was here. You bid your manager goodbye, telling her to lock up when she left, before running out the house with a smile. You spotted Bucky immediately stood next to his bike with a very serious scowl on his face.

When he spotted you, his scowl was replaced by a grin as he took you in, his eyes scanning you up and down. You flushed softly as his arm brushed you when you were close enough.

“You look beautiful.” He stated awkwardly as he hopped on his bike passing you a helmet which you glared at him for since he didn’t look like he was about to put one on.

“Thank you. Though these are my casual clothes.” You giggled before putting on the helmet.

He held out his hand helping you onto the bike behind him. You were unsure of where to put your hands, so you just gripped onto the back of his leather jacket, however he seemed unsatisfied with that, so he grabbed your hands and looped them around his waist. You linked your fingers together tightly trying not to let your mind stray to how solid his abdomen was.

He soon sped off causing your heart to pound in your chest. You loved bikes but you were always too scared to get your own so you enjoyed it while you could. He sped around cars carefully until finally, much to your dismay, you arrived at the farmer's market.

He helped you off the parked bike before hopping off himself. He looked around noticing a few stares causing you to glare at some of them. You ignored them as you looped your arm with his metal one which appeared to shock him as he immediately tensed up.

He gradually relaxed, sending you a grateful smile as he patted your hand that was gripping his bicep with his human one. You both began strolling through the market until you spotted a stall with fresh fruit. You tugged him towards the stall with a soft giggle as he rolled his eyes.

“What’s your favourite?” You asked as you scanned the contents of the stall.

“Plums, I guess.” He grumbled in his usual grumpy tone.

“Is being out with me that bad?” You asked with a sad frown as you began letting go of his arm.

His eyes widened as his hand shot out to keep your arm around his bicep. He shook his head silently before pulling you closer.

“I can hear them talking.” He explains and suddenly you felt awful for forgetting he could hear better than you.

“Ignore them. Let’s get some plums and, Hmm how about strawberry and cherries?” You muttered casually as you pulled him towards the strawberries.

“Whatever you want, Doll.” He chuckled softly as he allowed you to tug him along.

You finally let go so you could go pay but Bucky beat you to it paying for everything in the bag as you stood off to one side with a pout on your face. Once he’s done paying, he turned around to face you but suddenly his eyes flicked behind you widening.

Before you knew what was happening Bucky grabbed you by the waist and spun you to the other side of himself just in time to see a guy on a moped speed past Bucky. He’s just saved your life your eyes brimmed with tears from the shock but as Bucky saw this, he must’ve thought he’d hurt you because he instantly pulled away.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, Doll.” He whispered; guilt evident in his voice.

“No, you didn’t. You saved my life.” You sniffled with a pout as you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

“Are you okay?” He asked gently as a few people were watching the both of you.

“Mhmm, thank you, Bucky.” You whispered against his solid chest.

“Come on, let go get some lunch.” He muttered into your hair before pulling away. Though he kept his arm around your shoulder as you kept yours around his waist.

You strolled down the sidewalk before leading Bucky into a little café that you enjoyed. You spent a lot of time writing in this café so sometimes fans would find you here, but you ignored the stares as you made your way to the checkout. You ordered your usual as Bucky read over the drink and food options, in the end he ordered the same as you before you both found a little table just outside the café.

“So, your book must be quite popular?” He asked softly making you smile proudly.

“Yeah, I just published my second one in the series.” You replied happily.

Just as he was about to reply a young girl came up to the table holding a copy of your book which made you smile widely. She seemed a little scared to talk so you helped her by starting the conversation.

“How are you liking the second one?” You asked softly with a bright smile still on your face.

“Hi, I’m Veronica, It’s amazing! I’m such a big fan I used to read your work on Wattpad before you published. You’re so talented.” She rambled excitedly her enthusiasm making you chuckle.

“Oh, thank you, that’s so sweet.” You laughed happily as Bucky watched the exchange quietly.

“Is it true that you two are dating?” She suddenly asked making you glance at Bucky who seemed to stiffen in his seat.

“Sorry, that was really inappropriate. Well either way your true fans are totally routing for you! It’s nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes.” She suddenly said before you could answer.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Bucky replied politely with a small nod.

“Can I get a picture with both of you?” She asked rather shyly.

You glanced at Bucky who gave you a nod before you looked towards Veronica and gave her an affirmative nod. You both stood up one on either side of her before she pulled out her camera. Bucky had a straight face as she aimed the front camera upwards.

“Smile, Bucky.” You snorted as you nudged his metal arm.

“Sorry, Doll.” Bucky huffed with a playful eye roll which made Veronica laugh.

She took her picture and thanked you both before running off back to her table where her friends were waiting. You glanced at Bucky who seemed awkward after the encounter, but you nudged him before you both took your seats.

“You could’ve said we weren’t dating.” He said suddenly making you frown.

“Would you prefer I told them that?” You asked seriously.

“No, but you don’t have to let people think you’d date me just to spare me.” He sighed softly making you pout a little.

“I would totally date you.” You blurted out making both yours and his eyes widen. You covered your face as it began heating up with a blush.

“Hey, Doll?” Bucky whispered as he pried your hands away. “I’d totally date you too.” He teased making you hide behind your hands again.

“I know you haven’t danced since the 40s, however there’s a really cool bar that plays stuff from 1930-1960s, if you’d like to go with me tonight?” You asked as you lowered your hands, once again not daring to look him in the eyes.

“You asking me to go dancing with you, Doll?” He chuckled playfully as our food and drinks arrived.

“Yes.” You giggled softly as you pulled out your phone and passed it to him once you’d found the video you wanted. It was a video of you dancing at the same bar with your grandad.

“That’s my grandad, he taught me how to swing dance.” You chuckled as Bucky watched the video.

“You look like you jumped right out of my era.” He laughed as he seemed to be enjoying the video.

“What’s this song? It’s quite good.” He asked with a small smile on his face.

“One of the greatest musicians of the 50s and 60s Elvis Presley. The song is Jailhouse Rock.” You replied casually as to not make him feel bad for not knowing.

“I would love to go dancing with you. Although I don’t know how good I’ll be now.” He grumbled awkwardly as he seemed to shrink a little.

“We’ll start slow and if you don’t wanna dance, that’s fine too.” You said trying to ease his tension.

“Deal. Thank you, Doll.” He chuckled his mood lightening instantly.

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You were wearing a taffeta midnight blue, a line dress that had a wrap style around the bust, paired with cream leather original Mary Jane heels. A cream lace snap handbag with pearl earrings for accessories.

Your makeup was simple with a black wing and red lips, which you checked for the fifth time making your mother roll her eyes. You ignored it as you turned to your grandmother with a concerned frown.

“Are you sure I can borrow great nana’s stuff?” You asked your grandmother for the third time.

“Honey, I’m hardly going to wear that stuff now. Plus, with that hunk of a man as your date, who would say no.” She whispered making you laugh at her words.

“Hey, that’s my hunk, even if he is older than you.” You laughed making her join you as your mother just shook her head at your antics.

Just then there was a knock on your front door making you freeze as you look at your grandmother who seemed to be contemplating running for the door. Your shot her a glare before making a break for it, you ran rather fast for someone in heels, but you hurried to grab your bag and keys before bolting out of the apartment.

“Woah! You okay there, Doll?” Bucky laughed as you ran right into him.

“My mom and Nana are in there.” You whispered shyly making his eyes widen.

“My nana brought round my great nana’s dress.” You added as he finally took in your outfit as he stepped back.

“Wow.” He whispered under his breath before clearing his throat and standing up straight as you took in his appearance.

He was wearing a black double-breasted suit with a white shirt and black satin tie. He had black shiny shoes too match his hair has been cut too which made you both sad and excited all at the same time. You’d miss his long hair, but you couldn’t argue he looked hotter than hell with short hair.

“Fucking hell.” You whisper under your breath as you tried to stop your heart from beating out of your chest.

“My sentiments exactly.” Bucky chuckled as he scanned you up and down once again.

“I keep forgetting you can hear better than me.” You laughed awkwardly as you held your small bag tightly in your hands.

“It’s fine. Come on, I borrowed Steve’s car so you wouldn’t have to ride the bike in a dress.” He stated as he held his left arm out for you.

You were happy he finally warmed up to touching you with his metal arm, usually he tried to use his right arm whenever he touched you. Unless you made the first move.

You drove to the bar in silence as Bucky drummed away on the steering wheel as if trying to bat away whatever anxiety was eating away at him. You reached over to grasp his hand in yours, giving him a soft smile, silently telling him you were here.

“We can turn around, Buck.” You whispered gently, your face softening.

“No. No, I can do this.” He replied just as softly.

He released your hand before opening the driver's side door and stepping out. He ran around to the passenger door to open it for you, holding out his hand for you, his leather gloves still on much to your disappointment. You took his hand with a vibrant grin taking over your face.

As you walked inside Bucky must’ve been expecting to be stared at again because he kept his head down and his other hand in his pocket. However, when you nudged him, he finally looked up only for his eyes to widen as he looked around.

“Is that my face?” He asked as his jaw hit the floor.

“Yeah, the walls are covered with historical war figures. The owner, Sal, has had that picture up here since the world found out, said and I quote ‘These government bastards take everything and give nothing.’” You chuckled as he glanced up to find everyone staring, not in malice but in respect.

Once everyone had given a nod of respect, they went back to their nights. You pulled Bucky to the bar as he seemed to relax a lot more now. He was glancing around in awe of everything, what you didn’t realise was that for Bucky, you’d just given him a second to remember who he used to be.

“You’re amazing.” He suddenly blurted out making you jump a little.

“I think the same thing about you, Sergeant.” You giggled as you order a whiskey and a martini.

You sat chatting over two drinks before jailhouse rock came on and Bucky stood from his seat, holding out his hand silently and you took it happily.

He spun around as you reached to dance floor before his feet started moving subtly at first until he finally gave into it and letting his muscle memory from the 40s take him back. You were both so in sync with each other even when he did the first lift, thank you God you’d worn the booty shorts underneath. You were having so much fun that 4 songs went by before finally you both decided to get a drink.

“I’ve not danced like this since 1942.” He pants a little making you chuckle as you sipped a coke.

“You dance very well, Sergeant Barnes.” You flirted, batting your lashes at him.

“As do you, Miss Y/L/N.” Bucky chuckled equally as flirty.

You chatted for the rest of the night until it got to 2am when Sal finally announced he was closing. You and Bucky said goodnight to those who were leaving too, before making your way to the car. You didn’t want the night to end but you had to sleep eventually.

You held Bucky’s hand all the way home, occasionally smiling over at the older man who would smirk but never take his eyes off the road. You hadn’t ever felt this connected to someone before, it felt like how they described love in books.

You both walked up the stairs your arms wrapped around his bicep enjoying the feeling as he remained rather silent. You leaned your head against his bicep as you arrived at your front door.

“I had so much fun tonight.” You whispered shyly making him glance down at you with a pleased smile on his face.

“Me too.” He responded quietly; his eyes full of adoration.

“I would very much like to do this again.” You stated calmly as you pulled away, your back now facing your front door.

“That can be arranged.” He chuckled as he stepped a little closer causing you back to press against the door.

You stared into each other’s eyes longingly as your heart began racing against your chest. You never wanted to kiss someone as badly as you did at that moment. His eyes were slightly dazed as they drifted to your lips, until finally he granted your silent wish.

His surprisingly soft lips were on your red ones. Thank God you’d worn your good lipstick. His hand came up so carefully to touch your cheek as he urged you closer. It was then that you had realised he didn’t have gloves on, and it was his metal hand on your face.

You let out a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold metal on your bare skin. He must’ve thought something different because he pulled back looking guilty about something, which confused you until he tried putting his gloves back on. You instantly snatched the leather out of his hands before grabbing his metal hand and being back to your face.

“I made that noise because I wasn’t expecting it and I definitely wasn’t expecting how turned on I got from your metal hand touching me.” You chuckled awkwardly making his eyes widen a little before he was suddenly on you again. His lips kissing you with much more passion and less innocence than the first one.

He backed you up until finally your back hit the door and your hands flew around his neck, pulling him closer - if it was even possible. His flesh hand was on the door at the side of your head, whilst his metal one was cupping your cheek.

You both got lost in the kiss for a few more minutes until you were out of breath. He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. He looked down at you with hooded eyes as his metal thumb brushed across your bottom lip.

“God, you’re making it really hard to be gentleman right now.” He whispered against you lips like he was trying to do anything to distract himself.

“You're not using me for a lay, are you?” You asked softly making his face sober up instantly.

“No, I would never do that to you, Doll.” He replied seriously making you grin from ear to ear.

“Then this is the 21st century, Buck, women can do what they want. So, Sergeant…would you like to come in for some coffee?” You asked in a sultry voice that instantly brought back that same dazed look.

“I don’t know what kind of idiot would say no to you.” He chuckled huskily as he placed open mouthed kiss on your lips before pulling back completely.

You took that opportunity to spin around and unlock your door silently. When you got inside the apartment Bucky trudged behind you slowly, as if waiting for you to change your mind. You weren’t going to, granted you wouldn’t usually bring a first date home, but it wasn’t like Bucky was a stranger. You had been friends for a few weeks, coffee dates and lunch plans even a movie at one point, so you had no regrets inviting this sweet man in.

He rarely allowed you to pay for anything, always held the door open for you, always helped you up and downstairs like you were a lady. You were a woman sure but a ‘lady’ you weren’t graceful or polite enough to be one. But that didn’t matter to Bucky because he always treated you like one. Yes, it’s slightly outdated but he also respects your opinions and values them. He really listens when you talk even about things he doesn’t understand.

“Would you like me to make the coffee while you sit down. Dancing in heels can’t be kind to your feet?” He asks gently leaving you smiling like an idiot.

“Coffee is for the morning, Sergent.” You whispered seductively as you grabbed his metal hand and started pulling him towards the bedroom.

“You are a minx.” Bucky chuckled as he followed you until you came to your bedroom.

“I-I haven’t…” he started but strayed from his own words as he contemplated how to say it.

“You haven’t had sex in a while?” You finished for him making his eyes lower to the ground.

“We can wait, if you want?” You asked softly as you cupped both his cheeks making him look at you.

“No, it’s not that, I just don’t want to disappoint you.” He mumbled shyly making your heart literally stutter in your chest.

“You could never disappoint me unless you ever forced yourself to do something you weren’t comfortable with.” You whispered soothingly making a smile tug at his lips. You stepped back and confidently undid you dress before letting it fall to the floor leaving you in underwear and boots shorts.

“You’re one of a kind, Y/N Y/L/N.” He whispers against your lips before you began helping him remove his jacket and tie.

“So are you. You quite literally just turned me on saying my name.” You teased, your tone flirty as your hands tugged at the short hairs at the back of his head, sliding them down until you were at the buttons of his shirt. You began undoing each button until he finally shed the damn thing.

“Well, I do apologise, Miss Y/L/N, let me rectify that.” He replied playfully as he grabbed the back of your thigh, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around him. He then carried you over to the bed with ease as his hand gripped at your thighs.

He lowered you down so gently you wished he’d be rougher, but you knew he’d have to work up to that, just like with his metal arm. You stared into his eyes before running your hand over his chest and all the way to his metal arm. He stiffened for a second before smirking at you.

“You appear to have some sort of fetish for my arm, Doll.” He whispered

“It’s called a kink and 100%.” You giggled making him roll his eyes.

“You strike me as a woman who likes romance and gentle acts, but I have a feeling I’m wrong.” He chuckled making you smirk.

“Oh yeah, I love romance too but without sounding too crude, Sergeant, I’d rather you fuck me like an unhinged animal.” You stated confidently making his eyes widen.

“Fuck…can’t say shit like that, baby.” He groaned as he buried his head in your bare collar bone. The new nickname had your heart practically out of your chest as you let out a little whimper.

“Fuck me, Sergeant.” You whimpered a hint of desperation in your voice as you clutched at both of his biceps.

“Need to do something first.” He growled as he started down the bed and before you could ask, your panties and shorts were off, and Bucky was on you.

His lips leaving kisses and nibbles wherever he went. You had no doubt the inside of your thighs would be covered in love bites by the end, but you didn’t care. When he licked a stripe up the top of your inner thigh a breath away from you heat, your back arched off the bed as your hands gripped at the sheets.

“You don’t have to, Buck.” You whispered sweetly despite that being the opposite of what you actually wanted.

“Oh, I know but I’ve been thinking about doing this all week, baby. Need to taste you.” He said his tone pleading, before finally his lips were on your clit dropping a small kiss there.

His tongue licked up your slit with the happiest groan you’d ever heard before. His tongue began drawing small shapes on the tiny bundle of nerves. You bit you lip to contain the noises that were coming out your mouth, but when Bucky saw this his flesh hand came down on the outside of your thigh. The sensation had you gripping his hair with both of your hands.

“Dirty girl.” He whispered into your heat before his tongue was back on you.

His flesh fingers came down to join as he slid two inside you at an agonisingly slow pace. You half wished he’d use his metal hand, but you were sure if that would be as fun as it sounded in your head. He immediately curled his fingers upwards making you practically see stars.

“Oh, fuck yes, Buck.” You moaned as he sucked lightly on your bundle of nerves.

“God, you taste like heaven.” Bucky groaned as he starts lapping away at you like a mad man. You screamed out unable to hold it back anymore as you began practically humping his face.

His metal hand gripped your thigh and suddenly you felt yourself building up to that high. He slid the warmed metal up your torso up to your bra before he ripped it off, the two cups no longer sewn together. You couldn’t even be angry because it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“So close…please, Bucky.” You moaned as your back once again arched off your bed.

“I got you…cum for me, baby.” He muttered huskily, his breath fanning across your clit before he started his ministrations back up.

His tongue felt so wet and soft it was making your head spin, how he was eating you like a man starved. It sounded dirty but the noise only served to drive you closer to the edge. He started thrusting his two fingers harshly into your g-spot making your eyes roll back into your skull.

“B-Bucky.” You stuttered between moans as you finally fell over the edge. You thrust against his face riding out your high until it became too sensitive to do so.

“Need you, Buck, p-please.” You whimpered as you began undoing his slacks.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, baby.” He chuckled teasingly as he pulled himself up, wiping his stubble covered face as he smirked down at you.

“If you want me to beg, Sergeant, I’ll beg.” You whispered in a sultry tone.

“Please, Sergeant, need your cock…need it so bad please, sir.” You begged prettily, batting your eye relishes at him with a hint of faux innocence.

“Fuck, baby.” Bucky groaned as you pulled down his pants and threw them to one side with his boxers.

You glanced down at his member it was thick. He was big too, but his thickness was beyond anything’s you’d had before. God that was gonna fill you up. You bit your lower lip as you tried to not moan just from the sight of his painfully hard member.

His metal fingers wound around your neck softly not wanting to hurt you but just the feeling of the fast-cooling metal had your head spinning. You leaned into his touch making his eyes darken as he squeezed once before going back to resting it there.

“Not gonna last long, baby.” He whispered as he lined his member up with your entrance.

“Don’t care just need to feel you. Can cum inside - on contraception.” You stated desperately, the words seemed to make him beyond enthusiastic.

He slid inside you, stretching you a little leaving a slight burn in its wake but you relished in it. You’d never felt so full, it was bliss. Your arms around him, dragging your nails down his back with enough force he groaned into your ear.

“You feel so good.” He moaned deeply into your neck as he left a small bite there.

“Fuck me, Bucky.” You pleaded as you left small kisses trailing down his face until you finally got to his lips, bringing him in for a heated kiss.

He began thrusting in and out of your heat, grunting and groaning into your mouth as you battled for dominance. You knew you’d hand it over in an instant but the little battle you were having was spurring him to go faster and deeper.

His metal hand was still on your throat as he completely took over your every sense. You could feel yourself building again, you’d never came from penetration before, but you felt so good right now. You whimpered into the kiss before pulling away to look into his eyes.

“Bucky.” You moaned quietly as his thrusting became stuttered. You began thrusting your hips inwards as you felt you peak nearing once again.

“Cum with me, Y/N.” He groaned as he stared into your eyes.

With a few more well times thrusts from both parties, you both came together, clinging to one another as you both rode out your orgasms. Bucky finally stilled as he stared down at you with a new emotion that you hadn’t ever seen in his face, but you decided at that moment it was the prettiest face you’d ever seen.

“You’re going to steal my heart, Sergeant Barnes.” You whispered breathlessly against his lips as your eyes flickered between his lips and eyes.

“I’ll keep it safe.” He replied sweetly as he seemed to catch his breath back.

Bucky tried to clean you but you stated you’d need to pee anyway, so you didn’t get a UTI which he understood. He slid his boxers on after giving himself a wipe as you finally finished and ran back to bed in his white shirt that had been discarded on the floor.

“You look tiny in my clothes.” He chuckled as he pulled you into his arms the second you were on the bed.

You let out a giggle as you snuggled into his chest happily. This was more than you could ever ask for, this man had worked his way into your thoughts and life like he was always supposed to be there. And you didn’t have a single complaint.

“Night, Buck.” You whispered as he pulled the covers over both of you.

“Night, Doll.” He replied softly as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

*********

It was sometime in the early morning when the sound of broken whimpers dragged you from your slumber. You sat up, grogginess still resonating as you glanced down at Bucky was gripping the sheets in a deadly grip. You immediately knew what this was. Your father had PTSD after 10 years of serving his country and you knew what a night terror looked like.

You knew you shouldn’t wake him because he could get violent especially if you touched him. So, you decided to get up and make coffee. It was 6am which was an acceptable time, so you got out of bed despite wanting desperately to wake him up.

You walked to the kitchen and began preparing the coffee machine. Once everything was prepped you started the machine and made you way to the bedroom with no intention of being quiet. You dug around your closet for a pair of joggers that used to be your brothers that you figured would fit before turning around.

“Babe!” You shouted towards the bed but there was no change.

You glanced down at his face that was still scrunched in a pained face and you decided you didn’t care if he hurt you, you couldn’t leave him like that.

You decided a gentle approach might work so you slipped into bed and began kissing his naked chest. It was around the time you pressed one just under his ear his whimpers of pain turned into needy groans.

“Doll?” He groaned as you nibbled in ear lobe before pulling away.

“Morning, Buck, coffees on.” You giggled as he arms wrapped around you.

“It’s still early baby what are you doing up?” He asked softly since you’d only had 3 hours of sleep.

“You we’re having a night terror, but I knew I shouldn’t wake you cos obviously it’s dangerous but you wouldn’t wake up even when I stomped around the house like an elephant. So, I kissed you awake.” You replied gently hoping not to make him feel bad.

“I’m so sorry, Doll.” He muttered as he sat up, staring at bed with a scowl on his face.

“My dad served for 10 years. He finally retired when I was in high school…but he still has some night terrors even now.” You supplied before taking his metal hand in yours.

“It’s normal to have them when you were forced to do things you didn’t want to do, Buck. I don’t mind I just hate that you have to suffer through them.” You whispered sadly as you climbed into his quilt covered lap.

“You’re too sweet to me Doll.” He muttered shyly into your chest; his head buried completely in your breast.

You ran your fingers through his short hair making him sigh happily as his waist wrapped around you tightly. He eventually pulled away his eyes boring into yours as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How did I get so lucky?” He chuckled as you preened from the compliment.

“It’s not luck. I think I was made for you.” You whispered jokingly making him roll his eyes.

“Mmm, that would make sense.” He laughed as you climbed off his lap.

“I found you some of my brother's joggers for you.” You stated as you passed him the joggers.

“Thank you, Doll. I’m surprised you don’t want me gone yet. We practically spent a full 24 hours together.” He laughed as he stepped out the bed and slid into the comfy pants.

“You’re very goo-”

Suddenly your phone was blowing up with notifications from messages and Google alerts that told you when something was published about you. You glanced down at the newest article but this one actually brought a smile to your face.

“What’s going on?” He asked cautiously as he glanced over your shoulder.

‘Secretly sweeter than Cap?’ Was the caption written across the New York Times digital paper today.

‘It appears our most hated avenger may be our new favourite. James was seen with our favourite sci-fi author at the market yesterday morning buying fruit when a bike almost ran her over and according to my sources was quickly spun out of harms way by the Sergeant himself. (How very rom-com of you, Mr Barnes.) Later that morning the couple was spotted talking to a fan of Y/N’s and even taking pictures with her. (Picture below.)

Now as I was editing this article it came to my attention that they were also found to have gone dancing later that day which was apparently filmed by one of the Sergeants few fans. (Link below)

This may be our new favourite couple. We wish you the best Ship/Name!’

You couldn’t believe it finally people were warming to him, and you couldn’t be happier. You glanced at him to see his eyes widened but you could see a small smile forming on his lips. As he glanced at the pictures that had been taken of you both.

“I like these pictures.” He stated seriously making you giggle.

That’s when Bucky’s phone started going off. He quickly answered the phone before putting it on speaker as soon as he knew it was Steve.

“You didn’t come home last night.” He said first making you giggle again which you tried to cover up with your hand.

“On the first date, Bucky?” Steve whispered like it was beyond scandalous.

“It’s the 21st century, Cap!” You huffed as you began walking to the kitchen, Bucky following you closely behind.

“Yes, I’m aware. Times have changed.” He grumbled rather childishly.

“Don’t be sad, Cap. You need to loosen up. Get laid.” You teased making Bucky laugh whole heartedly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m done with this conversation. Have a good day we’ve got no work today so come back whenever.” He groaned with what you imagined was an eye roll.

“Oh, I will definitely have a good day. Bye, Steve.” Bucky chuckled as he brought you in for a heated kiss.

“Let’s get you fed and some coffee then we’re going back to your bedroom.” He growled playfully making you flush softly.

“Yes, Sergeant.” You moaned against his lips before running to get coffee as Bucky started cooking.

You could get used to this.

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