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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Mark My Territory

Summary: You evaded him. Again. This constant game was being played of him getting closer to you before you were ripped from his grasp. Again. He won’t miss this time you sly little fox. Your scent is etched in his brain more than anything else in the world. He won’t let his handlers stop him. He will have you. And he will make sure you stay put. You are his…

Pairings: Captain Hydra/Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: dark!explicit

Warnings: dark, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non con/dub con, kidnapping, throwing, choking, fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.9K

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Captain’s dark blue eyes refocus as he removes his death glare of his next victim. His fingers still cling to his neck, but they soften enough for a gurgling sound to emit from his disgusting throat. Lifting his head fully up, the Captain gazes at his surroundings. He felt it. There was a shift.

“You fucking psycho,” the man in his grip screams, but the Captain squeezes as tight as he possibly can, cutting off all air to his lungs, before letting his lifeless body fall down to the pavement.

Now he could focus. Pulling his mask down, he takes a long sniff of air before his mouth turns up into an evil smirk, “Son of a bitch,” someone in the control center screams. “He’s got that crazed look on his face. He senses her.”

Popping his neck, he lifts his mask back up, and stalks down the road, while a team is sent in to retrieve him. He was useless when he could feel you. “Get someone in there now!” Nobody wanted to get in between you and the Captain. There were always a few casualties. A few soldiers were always lost. Only one could ever get his focus away from you.

“He can’t find her. We’re going to have to change her location again,” he takes a slow pause, seeing the Captain’s body cam. “Too late,” he groans.

You stand up slowly out from under the table. Trembling a bit, even if you had a feeling that he would never physically hurt you. His height was vast and he was just as broad. Terrifying and ways, and you weren’t sure what he wanted from you. He always just stood there in front of you. “Won’t you show me what you look like?” He shakes his head no, but extends his hand towards you.

“I don’t know what you want,” he wiggles his fingers, grunting a bit. “Are you wanting me to hold your hand?” One nod, and another grunt. Gulping, you step closer, tickling your fingers against his, and a shift happens to his eyes.

“Do I know you?” His free hand starts to pull down his mask as men surround you. Jerking you away from him, and he releases an animalistic scream, throwing men aside. And when someone grabs you from behind, dragging you his yells become growls.

Lifting up grown men to toss onto the road. His eyes hardly ever leave you. You feel pity for him. He was wanting to protect you. He didn’t want their hands on you. “NO!” He screams as a hand covers your mouth. “MINE!”

That was a turn of events. He felt ownership over you. Why? Why did he feel connected to you? He always found you. Marching over to one man, the Captain’s fingers circle his neck as he turns back to you and your captor. The man raises his gun pointing it at your head, and the tiniest little whimper squeaks out of your throat.

“NO!” He screams, cracking that man’s neck like it was a toothpick. “NO hurt!” Tears drift down your cheeks, wetting the man’s knuckles. There was something about his eyes. “No,” he wasn’t yelling anymore he was pleading. “Mine.”

“Soldier, we can’t take a civilian. You have to go back,” he shakes his head no, a choked mine whispers at the man. “She stays.”

Stays? An option to take you wasn’t on the table. You weren’t going anywhere. “You might as well let him keep his little pet. How many more missions are we going to have where he senses her?” Someone speaks into the ear of your captor. “What’s the worst that could happen? Might work out for our benefit if he knows he gets to go home to that piece of ass.”

“Soldier, at ease,” the soldier shakes his head no, repeating that you were his. “At ease. Get in the truck. She’s coming with us.”

“No!” You wail, but the soldier walks over to you. Lifting you up to throw you on his shoulder. “No! Let me go. I am not yours!”

“Mine!”

Hitting him felt like he was made of bricks. Solid and thick. He makes no sound of distress, just keeps walking. You could practically feel his smirk as he struts to the truck. “Let me go! Put me down!”

“No,” gone is the anger. It was lighthearted. This was sick. This is not the way you wanted to die. Become a play toy for this psycho that was going to do unthinkable forms of torture to you.

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The Captain grunts as he walks through the doors of the compound. He had one thing on his mind, and it had nothing to do with taking his gear off, and being checked over. A doctor comes over to his side, but he pushes him away.

“You need to be cleaned, Captain.”

“Mmm,” he growls, continuing to his new mission. It's what he deserved.

“Oh, let him have his fun,” an older man steps into the light, smiling at him. “Having that stupid girl here is making things run so smoothly. Let him pound into her tight twat. Maybe eventually he’ll literally split her in half and we won’t have to worry about it again. No more distractions. Go ahead, Captain. Fuck your girl.”

He grunts again. He didn’t fuck you. He owned you. He loved you, and he could think of nothing more than sinking into your warmth. Could already feel your velvety walls cling tight to his aching cock. Getting out of his suit was going to be a bitch. But you were worth it.

He opens the door to your shared cell, and you hurl a shoe at him. He catches it. He always does. Popping his neck, he curls his finger towards you, pointing at his suit, “Go to hell.”

Rolling his eyes, the Captain starts to take his suit off, with much more difficulty than if you would just do it for him. “Just go ahead and kill me, you fucking asshole.”

“No.”

“Say something more than no or mine.”

“No.”

“Fucking brain dead asshole,” he charges towards you, slamming your body up against the wall. Using his thick thigh to spread your own apart, he slips his hands between them, rubbing over your panty clad mound.

“Creep.”

“Mmm,” your body betrayed you every fucking time. If only you could see his face. You never got to see it. Hydra had him muzzled up like the feral dog he was.

“Ahh,” he squeaks, pushing aside your panties. Pushing in two fingers. Your body hates you. Told on you every time with its loud squelching. “Mine.”

“It’s my pussy, you weirdo,” he pumps into you harder, hearing you whimper, and grunts at your pleasure. “It’s mine.”

“Mine!” Slipping in a third finger in makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he presses his palm against your bundle of nerves. Driving into you with such force, you couldn’t argue. He was playing unfairly. Your pussy didn’t have a brain. And right now, your own brain couldn’t think.

His arm pinning you to the wall, drifts up higher. Adding pressure to your neck as your body starts to tingle. Pushing you further and further into euphoria before he pulls out of you, and tosses you onto the bed.

“My god! You fucking asshole! Quit doing that shit. If you’re going to make me wet, let me come.”

“Mine,” he growls, pulling off his suit into shreds. That glorious cock bounces up once free, and you have a giant urge to bite it, and also lick off every morsel of precum. He didn’t require your mouth. He just wanted to edge you until you passed out. You swore he finally let your body come once your eyes closed.

“Bet you don’t even know how to make me come,” the Captain chuckles under his mask. Stomping over to the bed. Reaching his hand towards you, his thick fingers grab onto your ankle. Dragging your body down, he flips you over to your knees. Trying to get away, he smacks you hard on the ass. “Prove it then.”

He gives your weeping cunt a few slaps before driving into your warmth. Giving you no time to adjust. It was an assault on your mind more than anything. You hated him. Hated being used as a cocksleeve, but damn if he didn’t stretch you out in the most beautiful fucking way.

Your walls hug tight to him, begging for his touch, and sucking him back into your depths every time he pulls out. Your pussy needed him, and you hated her for it. Hated that you knew he was close to returning because she was already pooling slick into your panties.

As if your crooked panties were keeping you too far away from him, he rips your off own clothes, and never misses a thrust. Grabbing onto your hips, the Captain uses you to fuck him. You hoped you had pushed him enough to let you come because you were right there. You are tired of his games, and just needed relief.

Whimpering out nonsensical words when he pulls out, and flips you on your back, “Told ya, you fucking pussy. Don’t even know how to make a woman come. You piece of shit.”

He rips your legs apart, pinning them on the bed beside your ears and stabs into you. His whole weight on you made you feel even more magical. You hated him, and your body. Hated that he was doing this to you. You were going to die in this cell with someone who didn’t even talk.

“You. Don’t. Know. How. To. Make. A. Woman. Come,” each word was drug out with every push into your wet heat. You feel your juices leak down your ass and onto the bed behind you. It was cruel. You just hope taunting him was enough. “Claim my pussy then.”

“Mine!” He growls, pushing into you hard. “Mine! Mine!�� You start to see stars. This was it. He was finally going to let you come. It felt like years of no real satisfaction. Spewing your arousal everywhere, speaking in tongues as you clench your eyes closed, but he keeps going harder.

“Mine! All mine!” That was a new word. He was getting somewhere. “All. Mine. MINE!” You couldn’t see, but you could hear the squeak in his voice as he comes undone. Thick ropes of his cum paint your walls, and you finally feel like you're floating.

His thrusts slow down, and ever so gently, you reach up to pull off his mask. Life flashes before your eyes as you stutter. Trying to find your words. It couldn’t be. He had changed, and still had this weird love for you, “Steve?”

He blinks hard, staring blankly at your face before the softest, “Princess,” whispers off his lips.

“St-St-Steve? Steve? Is that really you?”

“Okay, that’s enough, soldier,” a man walks into your cell, literally pulling Steve out of you, and you sit up crying and shaking your head. “Erase him.”

“Erase? No! No!”

“Discard the girl.”

“No! Mine,” a needle to his neck, makes his eyes close before he’s dragged out of the room.

“I hope you finally enjoyed your orgasm. He won’t be seeing you again,” the doctor backs out of the cell, leaving you screaming and crying. You still felt him on every inch of his body, still had his seed dripping out of you. What was going on.

“You bastards! You fucking bastards! Steve! Steve Rogers, I love you!”

A shadow steps out of the darkness, and raises his finger to his mouth, “Shh,” and then….

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rogerswifesblog · 2 months

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Story idea!

@jamneuromain are working on a little story (it was mostly her amazing idea that we continued to vent about till it became a wip) but we need a title for it! We have come up with some ideas. And it’s up to you which will be the final title!

All you need to know about the story: enemies to lovers, misunderstandings, injuries and amnesia!

Okay, okay, here’s also the real summary:

This is not how you envisioned your day: Waking up at a hospital with a head injury, surrounded by strange people, and of course, you are desperate to go home.

Wait, where is your home? And more importantly, who are you??

Luckily, you have a dutiful (and handsome) fiance who expresses his regret and worry that you fell. On your head. Thus, all your memories are gone.

Amnesia is a bad thing, isn't it?

Too bad you didn’t remember you never had a fiancé.

Now to the titles

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain hydra #veras venting #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #flood my inbox #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x you #steve rogers au #steve rogers angst #another wip????#enemies to lovers

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 3 months

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Home

Summary: Getting settled at the compound starts with some uncomfortable conversations. And Bucky gives you the grand tour.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Talks of nightmares, past trauma, talks of PTSD, talks of brainwashing and abuse, talks of death, flirting, fluff, smut but not graphic atm.

A/N: Enjoy and it leave a comment!

*Everyone is getting off the jet, getting their stuff inside and looking absolutely exhausted. Wanda walks over to you*

Wanda- So I feel I should let you know that I can kinda read minds. *She looks at you for a moment and you realize what she’s saying* If you ever need to talk, I'm here. *Wanda gives you a hug and walks inside. You look around the yard for Bucky, he walked off the jet after Steve and you haven’t seen him since. You walk off the jet ramp and you see him talking to Nat and Steve. Peter is standing there as well just listening. As you walk closer you can hear what they are saying*

Nat- She told me a couple months back that she was fine. *Steve gives her a look*

Steve- I was flying the jet and I could hear her- look, she's obviously not fine. Buck why didn't you wake her or something? Ya know, snap her out of it. *Bucky stares at Steve like he just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard.*

Bucky- Because she is a highly skilled Super Soldier Assassin who could have killed all of us without breaking a sweat if I had woken her up while she was still in her dream- You've had the PTSD Dreams, Steve. You know it's not that simple. *Steve sighs and nods.*

Steve- I'm sorry Buck... I'm just worried is all *You take that moment and you into their conversation*

Y/N- I don't mean to interrupt *They all jump like they weren’t just talking about you.* but I feel I should let you know that was the first time I've had that dream in 5 years. *Peter interrupts*

Peter- Weren't you snapped 5 years ago? *You look at Peter and just shake your head.*

Y/N-....No... Look it was a combination of Bucky showing up out of the blue, Hydra trying to kill me, the Avengers showing up, and having to fly in a jet while conscious for the first time since- well- *You sigh and speak quickly* my express ticket to the ground. *Bucky mutters under his breath and look at you and Peter covers his mouth, appreciating your dark humor.* It was kind of a stressful day but I promise *You take Bucky’s hand* I'm fine. *You look at Nat and Steve, reassuring them both.* There is no need to worry. Now can we eat because I'm starving. *Bucky nods and turns you to direct you to the compound. Bucky nudges you and look up at him.*

Bucky- Express ticket to the ground... really?!? *You laugh and Blush as you explain.*

Y/N- look if I don't joke about it sometimes I'll just cry. *Bucky laughs and wraps his arm around you and you as you both walk inside. Before you get inside Bucky leans down and whispers, his lips brushing your ear.*

Bucky- How hungry are you really? Because we have a lot of catching up to do. *Bucky pulls back and winks. Your heart skips a beat at his suggestion*

Y/N- okay, I agree. *You take a breath as Bucky’s hand strokes up and down your back.* But I feel like there are other things we need to talk about before we get to that. *Bucky laughs and agrees.*

Bucky- okay, let's go eat and then we can talk. Yeah? *You nod and Bucky kisses your head as you walk inside.*

*While you are eating a quick dinner and getting to know everyone. A man in a wheelchair comes rolling through the door. You gasp and try to hide your shock when You realize it's Tony Stark. You think to yourself I thought he died Wanda leans over and whispers.*

Wanda- That's what we told the world. He and his family live here and the cabin. They move between the 2 to keep people from catching on. He now stays behind and directs all of our missions from here. *You are confused as to how she knew what you were thinking, you remember her comment from earlier. She read your thoughts.*

Y/N- oh. *You nod and look at Tony and then back at Wanda as you whisper.* but how did he survive?

Tony- Wakanda! They are pretty amazing. Kept the old ticker ticking and with time I'll fully recover. *He stops at the table* Now I'm able to watch my daughter grow up. And your name is? *you say your full name* See, thats funny because that's not the name I found in this file. *He holds up a thick file, the Hydra emblem on it tells you everything you need to know.* Tell me who is Odette? *Bucky tenses up, Stand and Nat look at you and you keep a straight face, not letting Tony know what that name does to you.*

Bucky- Tony, watch it. *Bucky warns. Tony holds his hand up*

Tony- Excuse me Manchurian Candidate I don't believe I was addressing you. *Bucky shakes his head and sighs. You rub his arm as you answer.*

Y/N- It's okay Buck. Why do you want to know about Odette? *You ask Tony*

Tony- Oh, I just want to know if your friend will be making any surprise visits because I've had my personal share of crazy and I'm not looking to add to it. *He says in normal Tony fashion. You assure him*

Y/N- No, she won't. *Peter whispers to Sam*

Peter- Who is Odette and should I be worried too? *Sam rolls his eyes*

Sam- Do you even look at the Mission Briefs we give you or do you just put them directly into the trash? *Peter just stares at Sam and Sam stares back in disbelief and annoyance. Bucky turns to everyone to explain.*

Bucky- Odette is Y/N's equivalent to my Winter Soldier. It's the name she used on assignments and what they called her when she was brainwashed. *Everyone one nods*

Thor- interesting choice *Thor comments*

Y/N- It's the name of the good swan in the Ballet Swan Lake... I just wanted something about my life to be good so I chose Odette. *Bucky looks at you and gives a little smile as he laughs to himself.* But I haven't been her *You look at everyone* or used that name in over 10 years. *you look at Tony* so are we good? *You ask. Tony thinks for a minute and then nods*

Tony- Yeah Tchaikovsky, we're good. *Tony pats you on the arm and rolls past you. You look at Bucky and Bucky laughs as he shrugs*

Bucky- he's got a thing about nicknames. That ones gonna follow you. *You follow Tony out of the room and Bucky can hear you yelling after Tony.*

Y/N- Tony we gotta talk about that nickname.

Tony- Sorry I can't hear you over my music *he starts blaring AC/DC. Bucky lightly laughs and waves to everyone as he quickly leaves the room to find you and Tony. Peter, Sam, Thor, Wanda, Steve, and Nat are left in the kitchen. Peter looks around and then asks*

Peter- what/who is Tchaikovsky? *Nat looks at Peter like she is offended. Steve looks at Nat and then explains when Nat doesn’t.*

Steve- He is a Russian composer. He wrote Swan Lake, the ballet y/n got her assassin name from.

Peter- oh, gotcha! *Peter nods* I love that movie, that's the one with Natalie Portman right? *Nat gets up and leaves the table and she grumbles under her breath*

Nat- He is a kid Nat, you can't kill a kid. *She yells* I'm taking a walk. *Peter looks around.*

Peter- Was it something I said?

*Bucky finds you and Tony right as your conversation is ending. He stands back and listens for a moment.*

Y/N- you understand where I'm coming from? *Tony nods*

Tony- yes I do. No hard feeling, chai! *Tony rolls away and you look at Bucky*

Y/N- Well, that's as good as it's gonna get I guess. *Bucky laughs and takes your hand.*

Bucky- follow me *He smirks and pulls you along.*

*Bucky shows you around the compound, showing you the gym, conference rooms, the weapon storage, he shows you where the bedrooms are.*

Bucky- Here is the last stop on the tour. *Bucky leans against the wall and crosses his arms.*

Y/N- what is it? *You smile as you ask, already knowing where this is going.*

Bucky- My room *he winks at you and opens the door. You walk through the door and Bucky follows. You start to remind Bucky that you just want to talk right now but he surprises you again.*

Bucky- So, let’s talk. *He sits on the edge of his bed and leans back a little, his palms flat on the bed behind him. You smile at Bucky as you are reminded of how considerate he always was*

Y/N- Well, about earlier, before we were blown up and everything, You asked me about that day on the Plane and I said I'd regret what I did till the day I die. *Bucky nods and sits back up, resting his hands on his knees.*

Bucky- yeah, what about it? *He looks up at you as you move closer.*

Y/N- I want you to know I will never regret choosing you. Yes, that day was horrible and I regret some of the choices we made. Like running and not fighting and free falling out of the plane, but *you put your hands on his chest as you move and stand between his spread knees.* I will never regret saying yes and I know this seems fast but if you choose to ask me again one day I will say yes, again. You are my forever, Bucky Barnes. *Bucky stands up and pulls you into his arms so there is no space between you two. He brushes his thumb over your cheek as he stares into your eyes.*

Bucky- I will love you till my dying breath *He caresses your face and gently pulls you in for a kiss. You melt into his embrace as things are starting to heat up. Suddenly someone is knocking on the door and it starts to open.*

Y/N- you didn't lock the door? *You ask.*

Bucky- No! *Bucky exclaims in a hushed whisper.*

Y/N- why not? *You ask, slightly irritated that this moment was ruined. Bucky rolls his eyes.*

Bucky- I was trying to be respectful. *He points out. Sam, Steve, and Peter walk in right as you two separate*

Steve- Hey Buck- oh sorry! *Steve lightly laughs. You blush and give Steve a look.*

Sam- Y'all know this door locks right. *Sam jokes and Steve laughs.*

Bucky- yeah yeah, you could've waited for an answer before walking in. *Bucky says as he crosses his arms.*

Steve- by the looks of it we probably wouldn't have gotten one. *Steve and Sam smile. Bucky rolls his eyes and pulls you close, standing behind you a little and wrapping his metal arm around your shoulders as you lean back against him.*

Bucky- Okay was there a reason for the intrusion or?!

Sam- oh, well Steve and I were-

Peter- and me! *Sam looks at Peter and glares before he looks back at you and answers.*

Sam- Steve, Peter, and I were- *Steve finishes the sentence.*

Steve- We were going to offer to give Y/N a tour of the compound and let her pick her room-

Peter- but it looks like she's already had the grand tour. *Peter jokes*

Bucky- okay, really Peter? *Bucky is getting annoyed, even if they all mean well. You pat Bucky’s arm and move away from Bucky to handle this situation*

Y/N- that is so nice thank you! *You very innocently place you hand on Peter's shoulder but you know exactly what you are doing* And Peter I'm sure there are some pretty cool places around here that these old grumps don't know about. How about you make a list and you can show me tomorrow. *you smile at him and Peter beams.*

Peter- Yeah sure! *Peter runs off. Sam and Steve start laughing*

Y/N- and you two? *You start pushing them out of the room* You need to leave. *you push them out the door*

Sam/ Steve- hey, oh, what, why, can't we hang- *You see Steve smile a little and then wave as you shut and lock the door before they can finish what they were saying. You turn around and look at Bucky*

Y/N- where were we? *You smirk*

Bucky- I believe *he walks over and picks you up, takes you over to the bed and throws you down on it. You giggle, he jumps on the bed and lands right next to you. He settles on top of you.* We were right here. *You put your hands on his face and run your thumb over his lips and he kisses it*

Y/N- Bucky, I have been running away from so many things for so long... Hydra, the Red Room, you- I'm tired of running away. I'd rather be running towards someone. I thought you would have moved on by now- Thank you for never giving up on me.

Bucky- There was no way I was ever going to move on and I was never going to let anything happen to you. That's why I showed up today. I'm just glad you are okay. *He kisses you sweetly.*

Y/N- I'm really ready to give us a shot. *You whisper against his lips*

Bucky- Me too *He whispers back and then deepens the kiss. Bucky Kisses you with so much passion you can't contain your excitement and a moan escapes your lips. You say his name breathlessly.*

Y/N- Bucky *Moaning as your hands start to wonder. Within a mater of seconds there is nothing between your bodies. He starts kissing you all over and You're on fire with just the touch of his mouth and you can't take it anymore. You pull him in for a kiss. You breathe and move as one. He whispers in your ear.*

Bucky- say my name *He moans in your ear.*

Y/N- Bucky *You gasp and whimper. He kisses you again. It's just like you remembered, filled with passion but covered in gentleness and love. It was like you had never been apart and you know each other like the back of your hands*

Bucky-I love you so much, Y/N.

*You are laying on Bucky's chest, drawing patters along it and leaving kisses as you listen to his heat beat.*

Bucky- So much for just talking. *He jokes and you laugh as you kiss his chest.*

Y/N- I said all I needed to say. *You look up and meet his gaze. He reaches up and brushes his thumb over your lips. You give his thumb a kiss and then lay your head back down and you both drift off to sleep*

*When you wake up, Bucky is still asleep. You take this time to shower and get ready for the day. You go and sit down on Bucky's bed and look at him sleeping. He is so peaceful and he looks, happy. Really truly happy. You sit there for a few moments, running your fingers through his hair when You remember you were supposed to meet Peter. So you give Bucky a gentle kiss and go to leave. As you are getting up to head downstairs Bucky wakes up.*

Bucky- Good morning. *he gets up and walks over to you and give you a kiss* I'm sure they'll understand if the teacher doesn't show up today considering the school was blown up last night. *You remember what happen last night and you nod*

Y/N- oh yeah, I should probably give my two weeks. *You grimace and Bucky pulls you close*

Bucky- I think they have more to worry about than your letter of resignation. *You laugh and agree.*

Y/N- true! *Bucky kisses you and rubs your back.*

Bucky- So, you're going to stay? *Bucky asks, his eyes glowing with hope. You gently smile and nod.*

Y/N- I just got you back, why wouldn't I? *You ask and play with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gaze up at him.*

Bucky- You said you made a family and a life there. You said you weren't going to fight because you didn't want to leave and involve them. *You nod and lean forward to kiss his chest before looking back up at him.*

Y/N- I was reminded last night that you are my home, Bucky. You are my family. *you run your hand through his hair again.* And someone's trying to hurt you, hurt us. So I'm gonna fight like hell. Like you said this is still my fight and now I intend to end it. *Bucky kisses you and you smile against his lips. As you pull back you go to leave the room, Bucky stops you again.*

Bucky- where are you going? *He asks, a little glint in his eyes. You smile*

Y/N- remember last night-

Bucky- oh I remember last night *he smiles and pulls you closer, you giggle and roll your eyes.*

Y/N- Not that! Well, yes but before that. I made plans with Peter. *Bucky nods*

Bucky- oh yeah, okay well go make friends and play nice. *You lean in close enough that your lips will touch if you speak*

Y/N- I always do *you give him a little peck and walk out of the room. Bucky walks back and falls backwards on the bed with the biggest smile on his face*

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evansbby · 5 months

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Captain hydra???

What does that mean 😭😭😭

#does that mean evil Captain America #bc he isn’t part of hydra in my fic but he IS evil #jajdjsjaka #anon

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lunarbuck · 1 year

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What Once Was - Drabble

pairing: Bucky x OFC

wc: 430

summary: A peek into the life of Lizzie, Fiona, and Bucky three months after they move to Wakanda

warnings: none! just fluff

a/n: this is a drabble for my completed series, What Once Was!!! I am so happy to revisit these characters, even just for a few moments <3 This is my entry for Week 2 of the slumber party challenge!!

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Lizze dipped her feet in the cool water of the river. The sun was rising in the East, and fluffy clouds floated gently through the sky. After three months of living in Wakanda, LIzze had found her favorite thing to do. It started as an early morning walk that got earlier and earlier, exploring the many trails through Wakanda’s beautiful terrain.

Eventually, it morphed into this. Leaving so early that the stars were still out and making the trek to the river, where she’d stand on the bank and watch the sun emerge from her slumber. The first time she’d left, Bucky freaked out about her going missing, so now she was careful to leave notes.

It was her favorite thing, feeling the sand between her toes, the water on her skin. She loved watching the birds and the fish. There was so much life there, in Wakanda. So much love.

She heard their footsteps swishing through the grass before she heard their voices.

“Come on, lovebug, I know you’re tired, but it’s gonna be worth it.” Lizzie didn’t need to turn around to know that Bucky had dragged Fiona out of bed to make the hike to the river for the sunset. Fiona had done it before, but never this groggily.

“Are we there yet?” Fiona practically whined, and Lizzie could perfectly picture the way her daughter probably rubbed her eyes and stomped her feet.

“Just about,” Lizzie answered as the sun started to peek out on the horizon. A moment later, Bucky and Fiona were at her side, feet in the water.

“Good morning,” Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to Lizzie’s temple. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and she melted into this embrace. The hardest part about this morning ritual was leaving Bucky’s arms. He was like her own personal furnace. It was getting increasingly more difficult to extract herself from his warmth in the mornings.

The three of them watched the sun paint the sky with beautiful, bright colors. Ones that she was sure didn’t exist anywhere else. Stood between her parents and leaned against their legs. Lizzie’s fingers combed through her daughter’s hair, and she couldn’t help but feel content.

This was where she was meant to be. Here, in Wakanda, with her family. This was the peace she and Bucky had been searching their whole lives for. Everything before this moment felt like a dream. It felt like another reality.

“I love you,” she whispered into Bucky’s chest.

“I love you more,” he replied, lips moving against her hairline.

“I love you most.”

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16woodsequ · 9 months

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For the WIP title game-- the Captain and the Asset?

Ooh, this is an interesting story. I'm glad you asked about that! (From this wip game)

This is a fic idea based on my realisation that when the STRIKE team attacks Steve in the elevator they aren't trying to use lethal force. They're trying to capture him.

Immediately I was like 'what if that worked?!' So in this fic, Steve is captured by Hydra in CA:WS and Hydra basically wins and takes over America with their Helicarriers. Steve gets turned into an Asset like Bucky and periodically have confrontations with the ragtag Avengers.

The main focus of the story though is when Steve and Bucky get convinced to escape Hydra and take cover with the underground Avengers. Both of them have to be taught how to be human and trust again and it's heart-wrenching for everyone involved. Basically 'The Alternate Handler' times two for anyone familiar with that story.

I haven't written much of it because I'm still figuring out the plot and scenes I want, but I'll post a snippet here and try to add a few lines in honour of this ask game!

Snippet:

Pierce sighs. “When I gave orders to capture you, some suggested I simply have you killed,” he tells him, a dark amusement lighting up his eyes. “I’ll admit that may have been the simpler option but…” his hand pauses on his hair. “…a matched set would be such a good face for the organisation.” Steve’s glare intensifies. His headache is a little too strong for him to be impressed by Pierce’s theatrics and his voice comes out blunt and flat. “A what?” Pierce’s grin turns shark-like. “Of course,” he says easily, standing upright. “You haven’t met. At least, not officially.” He turns towards the front of the room, where Steve can’t see. “Asset,” Pierce calls, “to me.” The sound of a new set of footsteps reaches Steve's ears and a shadow falls over him as a new man steps into the light. Steve’s breath stalls. “Bucky?”

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our-marvel-universe · 2 years

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Despite the Dark undertones and the fact that it's a million pages long Toxic by Lizzy-gal on A03 is my comfort fic.

Seriously I am so gone for all the horny babes in this story. This story is so well thought out and there are so many moving parts but she somehow stays on top of it and keeps it all together. The characters are funny and a little twisted, and they have so much growth which I adore. Not to mention all the filth 😋💦

If you haven't read Lizzy's stuff i highly recommend. She's fantastic. One of the best on the web.

#fic recs #ao3 creators #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain hydra smut #seriously go read it #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!reader

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anonymousleekao3 · 1 year

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Attention to Detail.

This is filth. This has no redeeming qualities. This is porn without plot. I cannot tell you how decadent and glorious it felt to write no holds barred; not to worry about what anybody thought; and just to go to town on an unsuspecting, blank sheet of paper.

Brock does hold onto some bars, but only just.

Heed the tags, wastrels.

This has been up for a while now, and I honestly didn't think it would find an audience, but apparently it has, and I am forever grateful for the comments and kudos which keep me attempting to improve.

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unseededtoast · 8 months

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Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 4/37 | Part Three, Part Five

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

"I know who you are."

Out of a dead silence, chaos. Tony stands from the table and starts yelling at me, claiming I'm a spy and only here to end the Avengers. The rest of the people try to calm him down, but he's relentless. I sit quietly, knowing I deserve everything he's saying even if it isn't true. If the roles were reversed I can't say as if I'd react any differently. The redhead woman finally escorts him out of the room, leaving Fury, Bruce, Steve, and myself.

"I'm sorry, Adalyn, he's not usually like this. I'm gonna go check on him." Bruce excuses himself from the room, and I give him a small nod of acknowledgement. Fury is the next one to speak up.

"Well, the dirty laundry has been aired. Tony will come around kid nobody here is completely innocent." He gets up and leaves the room. I look to Steve, his arms are crossed and he's staring at me intensely, jaw set firmly.

"I grew up with Bucky, he was my best friend. I was there when he fell from the train. I know that's not him doing these things, and I know the real Bucky is in there somewhere. Sometimes good people do bad things, sometimes they don't have a choice. And if you're the one who designed whatever is in his mind right now, you know it better than anyone else." His voice is soft and tender, sincere. I don't know everything about Bucky's history, and I definitely would not have expected his childhood best friend to be Captain America. I can see from the look in his eyes that Steve wants nothing more than to have his friend back.

"I appreciate you giving me a chance to correct my wrongdoing, even if nobody else here will. I give you my word that I will do whatever I can to get him back. It's been my biggest and only regret of my life, what I did to him." I retain eye contact with him, showing my sincerity as well. The situation is shocking to me, there's a lot to process, but I feel inclined to promise this to Steve. He stands from his seat and motions for me to follow him.

We walk out of the door and are met by Fury, who joins us. The two walk ahead of me, taking much quicker strides than I'm used to. I feel like a toddler trying to keep up with Olympic sprinters, and the exhaustion from the day doesn't make it any easier. We get into an elevator, and head to a lower level. There are barely any people on this level and it's darker as well in terms of both color and lighting. There are reinforced steel doors along the walls, telling me they keep some unsavory things, or people, down here.

Fury unlocks one of the doors and allows Steve and myself to step in before he shuts it behind him. We're in a small hallway, with glass on one side, allowing us to see what's being kept in the room. I see a big glass container in the center of the room, with the Winter Soldier strapped in the chair. I'm unable to tear my eyes away, it's as if my feet have been welded to the floor. I haven't seen him in five years, but have thought about him every day during those years.

I notice that he looks worse than he did when I left, my heart breaks for him. What a poor, tortured soul. I've missed him so much. My eyes sting with tears and a lone drop streams down my face. Steve stands next to me, arms crossed once again with a hard look on his face.

"He's been here for about two weeks now. Nobody's been able to get near him safely so we had to sedate him. Bruce and Tony are trying to figure out how to undo what Hydra put in his mind." Steve explains as I continue to study the Soldier. I never expected to see him again, it's all surreal.

To be honest, I'm not sure if I'm more shocked to see him or more shocked to learn that Hydra was able to use him in my absence. I still am not quite sure how they figured it out, but that answer will have to wait for another day.

"I can. I can be around him safely." I simply state, breaking my stare to look at Steve. He sighs and looks back to his best friend in the other room.

"We can worry about that tomorrow, it's been a long day." Fury says and ushers us out of the room.

A wave of exhaustion rolls over me, and I agree with the Director. Bright and early tomorrow is when I'll start reversing what I did many years ago under Hydra command. I can use tonight to brainstorm some ideas and get a head start. Steve and I end up going to the same hallway. He opens the door across the hall and bids me a goodnight, and I return the sentiment.

The morning rolls around quicker than I would've liked. I get up and check the dresser drawers, not having anything to wear except the clothes I came in, which have small blood spatter stains. Shield confiscated what I had brought, they're probably going through everything with careful detail.

Thankfully, there are uniforms in the drawers, all identical to one another. The top is dark blue and long sleeved, it clings to my arms though I wish it was a little looser. The pants fit the same way, just a little too tight for comfort. There's a knock at the door, and I go to answer it.

"Good morning, I thought we could get a head start on the day." Steve smiles slightly. I return his smile and nod,

"That's exactly what I was hoping to do." I shut the door once I'm in the hallway and follow Steve back down to the basement. As we're walking, he decides to fill the silence with small talk,

"I still can't believe this is happening. What are the odds that you would be here after we found him. Some of the others, they think this isn't a coincidence that this is happening at the same time we found Hydra spies and they're skeptical of you, but I have to put my trust into you. For Bucky." I sigh, knowing it was no coincidence either.

"Well, it really isn't a coincidence. Hydra was obviously in the area on some mission and spying on Shield, plus they had found where I was hiding. Lucky for them we just so happened to be in the same area. I had to kill a man to get here, they tried to take me back to Siberia. I killed him in my kitchen and ran." I admit, hoping that this oversharing wasn't going to damage Steve's newfound trust in me. He didn't skip a beat,

"You had to do it. Like I said yesterday, sometimes good people do bad things, sometimes they have no choice. I've killed people before, we all have here, some more than others." He says, and though the statement should've made me uneasy, it brings some comfort knowing he doesn't think any less of me just like I don't think less of him.

I'm grateful that both Steve and Bruce have been welcoming to me, and hopefully in time the others see me for who I am, not for what I was forced to do. We reach the glass hallway again, and the Soldier is just as he was last night. Nervousness courses through me, I'm not entirely sure how he's going to react seeing me, if he even remembers who I am.

"Can we take him off sedation?" I ask and Steve nods, messing with some levers built into the wall. I'm hoping he has permission to do this, but I don't ask questions for fear of delaying this encounter.

Due to the serum running through his veins, the Soldier wakes up rather quickly. After giving him a few moments to wake up and take in his surroundings, I reach for the handle and give Steve a short nod before going into the room.

His eyes are locked on me from the second I enter the room. Like a lion watching a gazelle. I approach the glass container he's being kept in, anger and confusion both etched into his face.

"I'm not here to hurt you." I say in a soft voice. His expression doesn't falter.

I stand right in front of him. I feel sadness and guilt wash over me once again, but I suppress these feelings, I know I can't appear weak in front of him. I begin assessing his condition, and it isn't good. His hair is tangled, there are deep dark circles around his eyes. He's lost weight since the last time I saw him. I know from his physical appearance that his mental wellbeing has also likely gotten worse. Nobody has been taking care of him, it's obvious.

If he's been contained here for two weeks without being placed in cryogenesis or having the programming reset, it's likely he's dealing with a lot of random resurfacing memories from his time as Bucky and also the Soldier. The programming was designed to be intense for short periods of time, over time it grows weaker and he begins coming out of the fog. He was never supposed to be out for more than a week at a time.

The experience is probably frightening for him, I can't imagine the feeling of loneliness and helplessness he may be facing. He's probably confused about what's happening and there's been nobody to help him. At least I'm here now, hopefully I can alleviate some of his suffering.

"My name is Adalyn, I am here to -"

"I know who you are." He cuts me off, his voice deep and gravelly. I freeze in place, not anticipating him to say anything.

"I am here to help you, I am not going to hurt you." I say, keeping my voice delicate and soft, yet sincere. He stays silent, I know he doesn't believe me. I lick my lips and try to keep my voice from wavering,

"I am going to undo everything that's been done." I say, and against my strongest efforts, feel tears begin to well in my lower lash line and a lump form in my throat.

His expression is still hard as stone, and I turn away to leave knowing I can't fight back the tears. This is all too much too quickly and the gravity of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks. I get back into the hallway and the tears run free. Steve stands, unsure of what to do as I wipe my eyes, looking into the room where the Soldier sits bound against his will. Through tears and a shaky voice, I look to Steve,

"I need to go to the lab, can you take me?" I ask and he silently nods and returns the levers on the wall to where they originally were, putting Bucky back under sedation. Steve leads me to the lab where I met Bruce yesterday in silence, probably replaying everything he just saw. I'm usually good at hiding my emotions but my entire life has just been turned upside down in the matter of two days and I haven't had time to really process what's happening, it still doesn't feel entirely real to me.

As I step into the lab I see Bruce, along with Tony. The grad student isn't anywhere to be seen. I thank Steve for taking me and he walks away quietly.

"Good morning Adalyn, is everything okay?" Bruce asks, walking up to me and placing a hand on my shoulder. I nod knowing it's apparent I was just crying,

"Things will be okay, I just need to get to work." We walk over to the tables and Tony disregards my presence. They're still looking at the microscope slides, the same ones from yesterday. I would offer to explain things to Tony, but I have a feeling he doesn't want to hear anything from me.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Bruce asks and I nod my head.

"Yeah actually. I had a book that I brought with me. I'm going to need that." Bruce nods and I hear Tony scoff,

"Of course, I'll be right back." Bruce says and leaves the room, now it's just Tony and myself. I can tell from his body language that he's less than thrilled to have me here.

"I know you don't trust me and that's fine, I probably wouldn't trust me either if it were the other way around. But I'm telling you I know this better than anyone on Earth. I'm only here to help." I say, trying to break some of the tension and clear my name of being an alleged Hydra spy. He stops what he's doing and stares at me with an eyebrow raised.

"You just expect me to trust your word? You may have the rest of them fooled but I'll believe it when I see it." He stares, waiting for my reaction.

"That's alright with me." I smile at him, which probably made him more mad than anything else. He squints his eyes and tilts his head,

"If you so much as try to sabotage anything or anyone in here, I promise you will never see the light of day again. These are my people, this is my work. I will not have either jeopardized." I brush off the threat and sigh, I don't think I'm going to get through to him, not yet at least.

"I understand you think I'm a spy, that's reasonable considering recent circumstances. I'm here to fix my mistakes, right my wrongs. If you can't accept that, that's not on me but I made a promise I intend to keep." I say. Tony goes back to looking at the slides without saying another word. Bruce walks back in, with my book in hand.

"It took some serious convincing to get this thing." Bruce hands it to me, and I take the red leather in my hands. I flip through the pages, it looks untouched though I know they probably made a copy somewhere. I know for a fact I took detailed notes about how I designed the program, it's just a matter of reverse engineering it. I think it's possible, it might just take some time to figure out.

"Can I get some paper and a pen?" I ask and Bruce hands the supplies to me, watching what I'm doing. I rewrite in English the steps I took to install the programming within the mind. I show the paper to Bruce,

"These are the steps I took to suppress memories, I think I can reverse the effects." I softly smile and watch him read over the paper,

"How can you reverse this? I'm not even sure what exactly it is." He admits.

"The Winter Soldier never had his memories erased, they were just buried very, very deep within his brain. Over time with no intervention it's highly likely they'll resurface on their own. When they resurface it's possible that his pre-serum memories will be entangled with his memories as the Soldier, and that's less than ideal. My plan is to reverse engineer the programming to remove it completely from his brain, or at least figure out a way that makes the trigger sequence obsolete. Doing that removes the threat of the Winter Soldier making a reappearance, but I'm not quite sure where to start just yet. In the meantime, I will use therapeutic techniques to guide him through the resurfacing process the best that I can because there's no way I can stop that." I explain quickly, giving them the SparkNotes version of what I'm envisioning and thinking. Bruce has a hand on his chin as he processes what I just said.

"So you're saying that even if memories get suppressed, it's possible to get them back?" I nod,

"Yes, I believe in his case there is a good chance of his memories resurfacing just based on the way the programming is designed. Though some of the memories may take longer to come back than others. I'm not entirely sure of the long-term effects this is going to have on him, but I think there's hope." I say, feeling a tinge of hopefulness for the first time in a very, very long time.

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