#sebatian stan

[mavsstar]

.⋆˚𝐴 𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝑃

Summary︱Bringing a man home only meant one thing for you—boring, meaningless sex. After a pathetic attempt to experience a blissful release, Bucky offers to help out.

Pairings︱DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

W.C︱2.2k

Warnings︱18+ this is straight up porn, age gap, reader using a vibrator, slight dom/sub dynamics, моя игрушка means my toy, praise, stomach bulge, squirting, a little bit of aftercare at the end.

Author's note︱I had to make it DBF bc i am a total whore for older men and it's honestly perfect for it. PSA THE READER MET BUCKY WHEN SHE WAS OVER 18. HE DID NOT SEE HER GROW UP. Anyways enjoy :D Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You laid on the bed, your body barely jerking as your date thrusted inside you. You wondered what went wrong. It wasn’t that the date in itself was bad, it turned out to be one of the best dates you’ve been on so far. He was a nice and a very attentive man. 

“If only he could be that attentive in the bedroom,” you thought. 

You let out fake moans to make it seem you were slightly enjoying it and avoiding hurting his ego. Though someone should, so he would finally know how terrible he is be in bed. At least he was pretty so it wasn’t such a terrible loss on your side. You had a decent view. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned into your neck. 

“Please do so you can leave,” you said to yourself. 

With one final grunt his body stilled over yours, dropping all his weight on you seconds later. You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him over. He took it as a silence cue to leave. All that could be heard was the condom being thrown in the trashcan and the sound of his footsteps. You wanted him gone so you could have your own fun. 

You didn’t even bother turning around. Not even when he kissed you goodbye. When you heard the door shut, you immediately crawled across your bed to get to your vibrator that was deeply stuffed in the top drawer of your nightstand. You pulled the hot pink wand out and bit your lip in excitement. 

A gleeful hum escaped your lips when you pressed the vibrator against your clit and turned it on. You threw your head back in pleasure, your lips parting open as breathy moans left your lips. When you felt the vibrator lose its intensity down to lower vibration you internally groaned but nonetheless tried to enjoy the pleasure. 

Just as you felt your orgasm build up, the vibrator turned off. You frantically tried to turn it back on, mumbling a symphony of curses.

“Don’t do this to me now,” you wailed. Though the vibrator was fully dead. 

Out of frustration you threw the vibrator across the room, causing a huge thud sound as soon as it hit the wall. At least Bucky wasn’t here to hear any of it otherwise he would’ve fully woken up. 

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” you yelled into your pillow, your screams sounding muffled.

Seconds later you heard a knock on your door. “Honey, are you okay?” 

You audibly gasped, Bucky wasn’t supposed to be here. You pulled the covers up to your chest just in case he came into the room. “Yeah I’m fine!” 

 “You sure?” He asked as he entered the room. He smirked when he saw the white sheet clinging onto your body, your fingers clutching the sheet for dear life. 

“I th-thought you were supposed to b-be gone?” you stammered out, clearly nervous.

“I got back early.” 

“How early?” you questioned, praying that he hadn't heard you and he just came back. 

“4 hours ago,” he replied. Bucky took slow, agonizing steps towards you until he reached the side of your bed. “And I heard every little noise you made.” 

“Oh no,” you sighed, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment. “I’m so–oh god!” 

You were so ashamed you could barely form a proper sentence. Your cheeks were on fire and you wanted to crawl into a little hole and die. While you were busy wallowing yourself in your mortification, you missed the way Bucky was undressing you with his own two eyes. 

“Bucky I don’t even know what to say–I’m so sorry.” 

Bucky’s hand softly gripped your chin and turned it so you were now facing him. “Sorry for what, Honey? For having sex? It’s natural, everyone does it.” His thumb swiped your bottom lip, adoring the way it bounced back. “You know what isn’t natural?” 

You peered at him with doe eyes. “What?” you asked him. 

Bucky mentally made sure to take a picture of you with the same exact look another day. God you drove him crazy with that simple look—his instincts begging him to fuck you senseless. 

“To fuck a guy who can’t even make you cum.” Disappointment racked down his body thinking about the fact someone as pretty as you is missing out on oh so much. “Don’t worry, s’not your fault.” 

“But what if it is?” 

His grip slightly tightened, “trust me it isn’t. They don’t know the first thing about pleasure. If it’s anyone's fault, it’s theirs.”

“To your luck, I know just how to make you feel good.” He bent downwards, his lips ghosting above yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, fully expecting him to kiss you. When you didn’t feel his lips on yours, you opened your eyes and they were mere centimeters away. So close yet so far. 

“Please Bucky,” you begged, inching your lips closer to his. 

Bucky leaned back, relishing your desperation. “Please what, Honey?” He squished your cheeks together, your lips puckering together. “Use your words.” 

“Please make me feel good.” 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised. The praise sent warmth down your body. 

He dropped his metal arm, slithering his way down to the bed sheets. He slowly starts pulling the sheet down, exposing every single part of your body. When the sheet was fully off Bucky lowly moaned. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll never want anyone else to touch you ever again.” 

Desperation won over and you tugged Bucky down with you. Nothing but teeth clashing and hands roaming everywhere on the other’s body. You tugged on the bottom of his shirt, silently signaling him to take it off. Bucky momentarily broke the kiss to peel off his shirt. 

Your eyes hungrily ran down his body, it was all like an orgasm for your eyes. “Wow,” you whispered, mainly to yourself. 

“You like what you see?” Bucky smugly asked. Bucky chuckled, watching your lust blow your eyes as you instantly nodded while you bit down your bottom lip sensually.  “Of course you do, don’t you?”

Bucky chased your lips once again. This time the kiss was slower, more calculated. His hand snaked down to your body and his hand cupped your dripping pussy. Your thighs clenched together as you felt the cold touch from his metal hand. 

“You’re dripping моя игрушка,” he growled against your lips. He grabbed your leg and hitched it over his, ensuring it stays open. He swiped his finger across your cunt to gather your wetness. 

His fingers circled over your clit, eliciting small breathy moans from you. “Let all those pretty sounds моя игрушка.” Bucky’s middle finger left your clit, traveling down to your weeping hole. “I don’t want you to hold back.” 

His finger entered inside you, your walls immediately clamping down on him. Bucky tested the waters and added a second finger. He was enamored with your blissed out face and he wasn’t even trying. 

He began to thrust his fingers in and out, making sure to curl his fingers just at the right angle causing your legs to quiver around his hand. “Go on, grind your pretty pussy on my hand.” 

You blindly obeyed his order. You grinded your hand on his palm, adding a delicious friction between your clit and his hand. Subconsciously you began to move faster, chasing a sweet, short euphoria. 

“That’s it,” Bucky praised, pressing his palm a bit harder. “Just like that.” 

Your first orgasm caught you by surprise. You could barely register what was going on before you gushed over his hand, your cum leaking down his fingers. Bucky pulled his fingers out and licked your essence, moaning at the sweet taste. 

He pushed your shoulder back, laying you flat on your back on the bed. Bucky quickly pulled his sweatpants down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free from the clothed restraints and slapped his stomach. The tip was drenched in precum making your mouth water. 

Bucky crawled on top of you, leaving kisses behind over your exposed skin. Once he was fully over you, he grabbed his cock and swiped it over your drenched cunt, swirling the tip on your sensitive button.

“Stop teasing,” you whined. You reached your hand down to guide him in but he swatted your hand away. With one hand Bucky pinned both of yours at the top of your head. 

“Wait,” he warningly growled. 

After a few more teasing swipes you felt Bucky’s tip prodding your entrance. Slowly, Bucky slid in and finally gave in to you. The stretch achingly burned yet nothing else has felt better. You felt every inch of his thick cock entering you. 

“Oh god–you’re so big.” 

“Aww моя игрушка,” Bucky cooed as kissed your nose, “I’m not even fully in yet.” 

You looked down and Bucky was right. You both gasped out once he fully sheathed himself inside you. You have never felt so full in your entire life. 

Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes scrunched in pleasure. “God you’re so tight.” 

You felt like you were going to die if he wasn’t going to move. “Please move.” 

Bucky pulled almost all the way out, ensuring the tip stayed in and then plunged himself deep into you, eliciting a silent scream from you. Your head fell back when Bucky started to thrust inside you. If you thought you felt pleasure before, this was heaven. You never thought someone could ever make you feel this good. 

You somehow were able to loosen his grip on your hand. You grabbed his hand that was on your hip and guided him over to your lower stomach. “I can feel you in–here!” you exclaimed when he hit a particular spot. 

“Oh there it is,” he muttered as he repeatedly hit your g-spot over and over. “Guess what моя игрушка, if I do this,” Bucky gabbed your leg and threw it over his hip, “you’ll feel so much better.” 

“Bucky!” you screamed at the new angle. Tears pricked at your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls fluttered around him and Bucky had to bite back his moans. 

“No…wanna hear….you,” you pouted. “Bet you sound–so pretty.” 

Bucky granted your wish and finally moaned, it was music to your ears. Hearing his moans turned you on even more. 

“You’re so fuckin’ tight моя игрушка. I never want to leave your pretty pussy.” 

“S’all yours,” you babbled out. 

“Yeah? She’s all mine?” You nodded in response. Bucky didn’t really have to ask. Your pussy was his whether you were going to tell him or not. She belonged to him. You belonged to him. 

You shook off his hand to unleash your other hand. Both of your hands ascended up his arms and found solace on his biceps. “Harder,” you whimpered. Your voice was barely above a whisper but Bucky heard it as clear as day. Bucky easily complied and thrusted harder. 

“Please, please, please don’t stop,” you begged, your nails digging into his biceps. You were sure there would be marks but you couldn’t care less. 

“Oh моя игрушка, I don’t think I’ll last,” Bucky groaned out. 

You could barely respond with your orgasm rapidly approaching. “I’m gonna–” 

“No, not yet. Wait until I say let go.” 

“Bucky, I can’t hold it.” 

“You can and you will.” 

Bucky was determined to cum with you at the same time. He kept the same pace despite wanting to go faster. Though you made it nearly impossible with the way you gripped him like a vice. 

“Bucky…” 

“Just a little bit more.” 

“Bucky I can’t!” you cried out, stray tears falling down your face. “Please!” 

“Now,” Bucky practically demanded.

You finally let go of the knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes screwed shut as you chanted Bucky’s name over and over like a prayer. It was all a new feeling to you and your body didn’t know how to react. You momentarily blacked out as you let your orgasm ride out. 

“Holy shit,” Bucky gasped out, looking down at the mess you made all over his lower stomach that was now mixing in with his cum. 

“I’m sorry Bucky,” you mumbled out, still fucked out. “I didn’t mean to.” Bucky shushed you, assuring you it was more than okay that you were more than welcome to gush all over his body. 

Bucky pulled out, earning a whine from you. If you could have it your way Bucky’s cock would be inside you all night but you could barely form any words. Your body was profusely shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. 

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“Told you I know how to make you feel good. Turns out all you needed was a little help” Bucky boasted. He then handed you a bottle of water, “drink this, you’ll need it.”

While you drank the water Bucky left to go to the bathroom. He came back with a wet rag in one hand and clothes in the other. Bucky quietly cleaned you up, murmuring soft praises to you. 

“You did so good for me,” Buckky whispered against your skin. “You were absolutely perfect.” You made a noise of contentment when Bucky slid his shirt over your head. You brought the material up your nose, deeply inhaling his scent. 

“I’m never giving this shirt back,” you commented. 

“Good,” Bucky replied as he laid right next to you. He pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shaky body, “it looks better on you anyway.” 

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[writingchalamet]

Set a Fire in My Heart

Summary: You live in the same building as Bucky and Sam always teases Bucky about going out with you, little does he know that you have feelings for him, and you end up taking him out to a 40's themed bar.

*Warnings - none, pure fluff, kissing, soft Bucky.

You could hear Bucky and Sam's distinct distinct laughter in the hallway of the apartment building as you neared the front door with your laundry basket. A small smile crept its way to your face as you heard Sam's muffled voice teasing Bucky about something, likely something that happened on a mission. You opened your door clutching the laundry basket against your hip, awkwardly bumping into the frame of the door as you squeezed passed. Bucky's head instantly raised as he noticed your door opening and came rushing to your aid, taking the basket from under your arm, "hey, let me get that" Your eyes met and there was a prolonged silence where the two of you just stared at each other, you were completely lost in his angelic blue eyes and all the breath left your body for a moment in pure bliss. He gave you a subtle smile as his flesh hand grazed over your taking the basket from your grip.

"Are you two gonna talk or just stare at each other like psychopaths?" Sam interjected himself, and you were awakened from your trance like state, you gained your breath back and smiled shaking your head. you hummed to yourself shortly, before greeting the pair "Hi" you smiled, Bucky returned the greeting and Sam nodded towards you silently laughing at how awkward the pair of you were.

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It was no secret to those looking in that you and Bucky were head over heals for each other, which is why Sam could not understand why in the last year Bucky hadn't asked you out on a date. From the first second he saw you stepping out from the moving van carrying a box, he saw a light in his best friends eyes he had never seen before, and it just so happened you were moving in on the same floor just two doors down, Sam thought Bucky had hit the Jackpot. From that point on every time the two of you had seen each other neither one of you could really talk, too caught up in one another's eyes to say anything, which Sam found to be hilarious.

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"How are you? I've not seen you for a while have you guys been on a mission?" you asked genuine concern laced in your voice, Bucky noticed your eyebrows arched with worry ever so slightly which he found adorable. "Yeah I'm good, we have been on a mission across Europe, nothing to major, all is well, how are you though?" - "sure if you call 10 guys in tactical gear trying to assassinate the president of France a 'non major threat' then sure we're all good!" Sam jumped in sarcastically, your eyes bulge and your mouth goes agape. Bucky gives Sam a light slap on his chest with his vibranium limb. "Are you really trying to downplay being a superhero Bucky?" you teased him with a cheeky smile. he goes to reply "I mean-" Sam interjects again "the answer is yes Buck, anyway you got any plans today y/n, or this weekend, or near future?" he hints nudging Bucky who clears his throat and looks to the ground. "no apart from doing my laundry, I actually have some annual leave so I'll just be chilling, hanging out." There was a brief pause where the three of you all looked back and forth between each other. "Umm well I guess I should get on with my laundry then..." Bucky smiles and hands you back your basket as your hands gently outstretch towards him. "It was nice seeing you both, I'm glad your mission went well, I'll see you later" you nod towards both the men giving them one last smile over your shoulder as you head towards the elevator.

as soon as you are out of ear shot Sam hits Bucky's chest, "What the hell man, she just basically begged you to ask her out!" Sam exclaimed arms flailing in the air, a pissed off expression clear on his face. "what no she didn't" Bucky shoots himself down. "Yes she did man! she explicitly told you she doesn't have anything going on for the foreseeable future, if that's not an invitation to ask her out on a date then I don't know what is!" Bucky continued to shake his head and started walking back towards his own apartment.

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It was a few days later and all you had done on your time off was think about Bucky, you had given him so many opportunities to ask you on a date but he seemed to miss every single one. You initially figured it was to do with the fact that he was 106 years old and you were in your mid twenties but you could clearly see that he was attracted to you, from the way he looked at you to the way he acted around you, you had dated your fare share of people to understand what plain attraction looks like, but why wouldn't he ask you out, was he just as frightened of rejection as you? He had fought aliens, and helped saved the world from numerous threats but was too scared to ask out a girl so you thought you would bite the bullet and ask him on a date yourself. simple as that and if he says no, you only ever had to see him in the hallways.

You poured yourself a large glass of wine for liquid luck and downed it, giving yourself a glance over in the mirror, you fixed your hair and made your way into the hallway, taking in a deep breath as you reach his front door, you knock softly on his front door, part of brain praying it was too soft for him to hear to save yourself the pain if he says no, but to your luck, and Bucky's super soldier hearing he opens almost straight away. "Y/n are you okay?" he looks around the hallway to spot if there was any danger, you never knock on his door. "Yes Bucky, I'm good, very good actually, I wanted to ask if you umm... If you would like to go out with me this evening... on a date?" your face was so serious Bucky could not tell if this was a joke that Sam had put you up to. "Are you sure?" Bucky's response made your head tilt, you had never been asked if you were sure you really wanted to go on a date with someone you had asked out, you laughed out loud and shook your head, "I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't sure" you smile up at him and see a blush rise from his neck up to his cheeks. It was a notion you had never seen from him before but one you would grow to love. "Yes, I would love to go out with you" he responds smiling, blush still very apparent on his cheeks. "Okay great, be ready for 8, I have somewhere in mind, dress smart, I'll see you later" with a rush of confidence you brazenly lean in and plant a kiss on his blushed cheeks which only make them burn hotter, you swiftly turn on your feet and practically run back to your apartment with your heart pounding from your chest. Bucky is just left stood at his door stunned, in disbelief that this is actually happening.

As soon as he steps back inside his apartment he reaches for his phone on the counter to call Sam. He hears the chimes of the phone ringing for a few moments before Sam finally answers "What's up cyborg!" HIs voice booms through the speakers, "You tell me Sam, have you been talking to Y/n over the last few days?" Bucky questions him "Y/n, what would I have to say to her?" "I don't know Sam, maybe encouraging her to ask me on a date?" Bucky sighs hoping his sabotaging thoughts were not a reality. "She asked you out!!! Oh wow, when, how, where, when, why?!" Sam practically screams down the phone, "well I'm trying to figure out the why now Sam, did you or did you not put her up to this?" Bucky burst out his frustration. "Man do you really think I would do that to you, no I did not tell her to ask you out, I've been telling you for months that she's into you too! please tell me you said yes?" there is a pause and Bucky lets out another sigh, this time of relief. "Yeah I said yes, we're going out tonight at 8... I'm sorry I accused you, I uh, just really like her and I'm in my head." he hears Sam chuckle from the other end of the phone "I know man, just promise me you'll have a good time"

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7.59pm

Bucky waited promptly by his door fixing his cufflinks, nervously shaking his legs, he thought about going into the hallway to meet you, or to even knock on your door, but he didn't want to scare you off with his eagerness . The second the clock turned 8pm there was a soft knock on his front door, the truth is you had also been anxiously waiting in the hallway, counting down the minutes to tap on his door. He secretly appreciated your promptness, never much enjoying being later for anything. He opened the door to see you standing there, beautiful as ever he thought, hair cascading down in soft curls, half pinned up at one side with a tortoise patterned clip, a deep purple slip dress with a cowl back, it was simple but elegant you thought. Bucky admired you, his eyes drinking you all in, you just looked at him almost laughing as he continued to eye you up and down, he clearly appreciated the effort you had put in. "Hi" Bucky released a breath he didn't know he was holding as he leaned towards you and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, a smile instant on your face, "shall we head out?" Buck just nods in return and takes your hand.

Bucky is confused when you park your car by a convenience store and exit the car nodding your head excitedly for him to follow, he hears your car lock and thinks you must have to pick something up. You take his flesh hand once more and walk towards the worked behind the cash register, a youngish girl looks up from her phone and smiles at the pair of you. Bucky notices you slip her some money across the counter which he finds strange. he eyes the pair of you confused. "I'm looking for starlight, can you help me please?" Bucky is sure you're attempting to buy drugs for a moment in the most casual way possible and is bewildered by your ballsy attitude. "sure, ice cream freezer at the very back, mind the steps" the worker smiles and nods towards the back of the shop and goes back to scrolling though her phone, Bucky is still in utter confusion at the entire encounter. You squeeze Bucky's hand and give him a "come on" in encouragement, amused by his puzzled face.

You reach the Ice cream freezer door at the back of the shop and open the door towards you to reveal a dimly lit hallway and a set of stairs leading to a basement, you outstretch your hand signalling for Bucky to go first, he steps inside the freezer, which is not a freezer at all and walks down the hallway, you close the door behind you, as the pair of you begin to walk down the stairs the sound of 40's jazz music is muffled behind a door. Bucky's eyes begin to light up, you reach the bottom of the stairs and tap on the door in a certain rhythm and the door is opened for you, revealing a 1940's themed jazz bar, 'The Starlight Speakeasy' You smile as you look up to Bucky, his eyes almost filling with tears as he looks around the room in wonder. He knew these places existed but he never thought they would be this accurate, he felt like he had been transported back home, and he was 24 again off to war.

"Is this okay Bucky? I thought you'd like it, if it's too much we can go somewhere else?" you begin to ramble and he squeezes your hands, bringing them up to his chest, "this is more than perfect, thank you... now let me get you drink" he smiles and practically drags you to the bar. The warm crackle of the music playing through the speakers made you feel fuzzy and made Bucky feel at home, he ordered himself a beer and a glass of wine for you, he knows exactly what your favourite is after helping you carry your shopping up to your apartment many times, which made your heart flutter. "I bet it didn't cost you this much money for a drink back in the day" you laughed he shook his head "you wanna know how much a beer cost back then? not even a dime, like 4,5 cents" your eyes nearly fell out of your head "you're kidding right! that's insane, you must think everyone is trying to rob you with the cost of everything these days" Bucky only laughs and shakes his head. The pair of you find a table and sip your drinks, watching couples dancing, your head sways along to the music, and the pair of you chit chat. Bucky notices you sitting more on the edge of your seat, tapping your feet and he takes his chance, just then one of his favourite songs begins playing ' I don't want to set the world on fire' by the Ink Spots. Bucky stands and places his hand in front of your seated figure. You shyly place your hand in his and follow him to the dance floor.

He pulls you close and you instantly breath him in, he smells of cologne and the bitter beer he has been drinking, his flesh arm wraps around your waist and you hold onto his vibranium hand, you look up at him and see his eyes are closed, he looks peaceful, which is a sight you never want to leave your eyes. Your finger traces his finger to the palm of his hand and back to intertwine your fingers again. He opens his eyes at your touch, "Can you feel that, I read that Vibranium can take in kinetic energy does that mean you can still feel things with your hand?" your eyes met his in genuine wonder "I can, it's to do with the electrodes in my brain, but yeah I can feel things" after hearing this you took his hand and placed it against your cheek and leaned into it as you continued to sway. You could feel his pulse beating fast against your chest, he stroked your cheek and brushed his metal thumb across your soft lips, his hand stopped to softly grip your chin and pushed your head up slightly. Your eyes met briefly glancing between the baby blues and his pink lips, your breath hitched and he leaned it, catching your lips in a kiss. You nuzzled your nose against his after your short kiss before going back for more, his hand slid along your jaw holding just below your ear, his other arm tightening its grip, he opened his mouth encouraging you to deepen the kiss, you could feel his hot breath and the taste of bitter against his tongue as you deepened the kiss further. You wanted this moment to last forever but sadly you had to pull away to breathe. Bucky smiled and placed his hand back against your cheek brushing the blush that had risen.

"you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that" Bucky sighs out leaning his head down atop of yours. "oh believe me, I do" you giggle. The pair of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, continuing to dance, kiss, drink and talk the night away, it was the happiest Bucky had been for a very long time.

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[goldengirlls]

Hi angel me again,

Slightly begging for you to create filthy texts for dbf or Stevie/bucky/all saints no sinners 😛😘

oh my gosh!! baby girl holy mother of jesus!! I feel like this fits bambi more than anything. she’s such a little tease and brat to bucky— she loves pushing his buttons and she does it every chance she gets!!

especially when he’s at work and she acts all innocent when she shows up to the office to bring bucky “lunch” after sending pictures of herself with just his dog tags around her neck. and she does bring feed him... just not with the food she brought him.

instead of texts i thought i’d create the aftermath of what those texts led to!

tease

pairings— dbf!bucky barnes x reader

warnings — unprotected sex, degradation, slight dumbification, spit kink, exhibitionist, fingering (anal)

summary— actions have consequences

authors note — needed office sex desperately and im obsessed with the gif & i wrote this fast so im sorry for errors!!

𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 | 𝗌.𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

“Bambi, such a bad girl.” Bucky’s cock hitting every nerve and vein, making your eyes see the back of your head, “Sendin’ me pictures when I’m in meetings, fuck.”

It was harmless, really. A few pictures of you with just his dog tags on and maybe your pussy on display in the mirror across from his bed. A text following reading come home and play.

“She’s swallowin me right up baby, just like you did a couple minutes ago.” He chuckles as his cock slams in and out of you, brushing your spongey spot.

Your moans piercing his ears, grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing your back to his chest— his pace never faltering. Black smeared under your eyes from your lips being wrapped his cock and the back of your throat sore from it hitting the back of it.

“ ‘m sorry daddy, just needed you today.” You somehow manage to push out of your fuzzy brain, your thighs shaking as your orgasm builds up.

“I know, such a dumb baby,” He moans watching his cock push in and out of you, your slick wrapped around his cock, the sound of your wetness making him moan, “Need daddy to touch ya all the time? Can’t do anything without me can ya baby? Silly girl.” His mind going to your puckered hole with the thoughts of his cock in there.

“Hear that?” The mixture of his cum and yours making the most beautiful sound each time he pushes in and out of you.

“Need daddy to fill all your pretty holes?” His hand smacking your ass, “Can daddy touch your other hole baby?” His question coming out as a moan.

You whine in response, slamming your ass harder into him as a yes.

“Need a yes baby.” Bucky’s hand tightens around your waist, anticipation oozing from him, just like his cum inside of you.

“Touch my hole daddy.” Moaning your pathetic response to him and making you wetter than you were before.

The mere thought has Bucky’s balls feel heavier, His tongue licking his lips as he brings his lips together spitting in between your spread cheeks watching it slide slowly between them.

His hand traveling to your mouth, “Get em nice and wet for me Bambi.” Two fingers shoved in your mouth, tongue dancing around his forefinger and middle finger and releasing them with a pop. Slowly he moves them to glide through your cheeks inching to your virgin hole.

It’s pornographically beautiful— you under him, mumbling incoherent nonsense as he slowly presses one finger into your hole.

Millions of thoughts swim through his mind. The one thought he’s thought of too may times is his cock stretching your puckered hole as it sucks him in each time he snaps his hips. The thought of his fingers fucking your weeping pussy as his cock leaks inside of your hole as you tell him don’t stop or ‘m cumming.

And that forbidden thought alone makes him twitch inside of your pussy needing to cum in you.

“Fuck Bambi— such a tight little hole and it’s all mine. Little virgin hole. Mine.” He grunts slamming his cock into you— sloppy and desperate for his release.

“All yours, wan’ you to fuck it daddy.” It’s desperate and with a few hiccups in between each word.

“Breed every hole daddy.” Clenching around his dick— close to your orgasm and asking for permission.

“Shit, babt.” Slipping another finger into your hole, slowly pushing them in an out as he begins scissoring them, needing to stretch you out for the next time.

It’s pathetic to him, how you manage to beg for him and in return he begs you to bring pleasure to him and your body. Marking it, breeding you and somehow its a display of love.

“Can’t wait to fuck this hole and fill it with me. As it drips to your pussy.” Bucky moans out, his head falling low and your sweet sounds filling his thoughts.

“ ‘nna cum daddy.” You pathetically moan, grapping the edge of your desk, tears running down your face, skirt lifted around your waist and your shirt open with your nipples hard from the cool air hitting them.

“Yeah daddy’s dumb baby needs to cum?” He mocks you slamming harder into you as you mewl in response, “It’s okay too stupid to respond, you can cum baby.”

“Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s cock.” Thrusting his fingers in your puckered hole as he pulls your orgasm from you.

And he swears he’s seen stars today, between having his cock in your mouth, then your pussy and now having two fingers shoved into your puckered hole— you are heaven.

The sounds you make and every sinful thing occurring before him has him coming undone, cumming in you, coating your velvet walls as he fucks you full of him. Slowing his pace down and pulling his fingers free from you.

“Now you’re gonna sit here with me inside your little pussy until daddy’s done.” Placing a sloppy kiss on your jaw and bringing you down onto his lap with him.

tags: @mackenzielovee @r0und3bitch @onmykneesforrafe @emmabarnes

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[aubiewabie33]

(full credit to the person who made this on tik tok)

this is so real

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[multiversefanfics]

Moving Day.

A/N: I'm really rusty with writing stories, it's been a really long time since I wrote anything so please be patient with me. I hope you guys like it.

Warnings: Rude behavior? Bucky(yes he's a warning) cussing, mean Bucky

Summary: You just moved into the Avengers' compound, you've been going on missions with them since you joined the team but today was the day you finally moved in. Everyone has been super helpful with moving your stuff in except one person... Bucky

Today was the day! You couldn't help but be excited to move in with your best friends, but you were most excited to move in with Sam. He was your person, you talked to him about every and anything. You were close with everyone, well almost everyone. Bucky didn't really take a liking to you or at least that's what he made it seem like. He never made you feel uncomfortable or left out but he never got close to you like everyone else did, you tried to get close to him but he wasn't having it.

You walked into the compound looking around at how big everything was, it also looked expensive but everyone knew Tony either went big or went home and he definitely went big. You carried your duffle on your shoulder not paying attention to where you were going you were too amazed by the amount of space and cool things. You stopped suddenly when it felt like your back hit a brick wall only to hear a growl from behind you "Watch where you're going." He hissed brushing past you, you sighed as you watched the super soldier walk into the kitchen not giving you a second glance.

"Hey! You're here this is going to be amazing!" You turned and saw the brown-eyed muscle man walk up to you arms open waiting for you to hug him "Hey Sam, uh what's up his butt today?" You spoke quietly nodding towards Bucky in the kitchen, Sam chuckled and shook his head "Don't mind him, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed." You heard the refrigerator door shut behind the both of you and the sound of boots marching across the living room ignoring the both of you. You nodded and looked around once more. "So.. where's my room?" Sam rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at you through his eyebrows "Here's the thing and please don't hate me, but the only room left is across from... Bucky" You glared at Sam hoping that he wasn't going to say that. You sighed and walked to your room appreciating that you have a room in general, it was huge and it had its own bathroom. You finished unpacking and fell back onto your bed slowly falling asleep.

You were woken up by the feeling of multiple people jumping on your bed you opened your eyes glaring at the two people who so rudely woke you up. "Nat, Sam, why?" They both laughed and sat on either side of you "It's 6pm, we're going out to dinner so shower, get dressed, get all dolled up and get that butt downstairs so we can go eat." Nat exclaimed as she pushed you into the bathroom. You smiled "Fine, fine give me 15 minutes" They both smiled and joined everyone in the living room. You took an extra 5 minutes to do your makeup, nothing too much just light foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and some lip gloss. You finished up and went to open your bedroom door when you came face to face with Bucky, his arms crossed over his chest staring deeply as if into your soul. "Everyone is waiting, let's go." He rolled his eyes and walked away from your door "What was his problem?" You thought to yourself you shook your head and followed him down the hallway and down the stairs. You walked over and stood next to Sam "Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" He looked at the expression on your face and nodded he looked back at the group "We'll meet up with you guys at the restaurant" Everyone nodded and made their way out the door, Bucky looked at you, scoffed, and walked out the door. Sam stood in front of you facing you "What's wrong?" You sighed and looked up at him "Maybe moving in here was a bad idea, Bucky hates me." Sam raised an eyebrow and frowned as your face changed from mad to upset he rubbed your shoulders, pulling you into a hug "That's just Bucky, he'll come around" You took a deep breath and nodded "I hope so."

Finally, you guys came back from the restaurant all a little tipsy from the wine they served you and Nat giggled and horribly sang a song that was on the radio. You heard a groan from behind you, your head snapped in the direction it came from and of course, it was Bucky. "What is your problem?" You snapped at him, everyone went wide-eyed at the sudden burst of rudeness. Bucky stared at you clenching his jaw but ultimately said nothing and walked to his room, you sighed and walked over to Sam tears almost filling your eyes "I will be out by tomorrow" Before he had a chance to say anything you walked away and up to your room. You started packing your stuff when you heard yelling coming from the hallway, you slowly peeked your head out and saw Sam and Bucky having a heated conversation. "What is wrong with you? You have been an ass ever since she moved in yesterday." Sam gritted through his teeth standing dangerously close to Bucky almost chest to chest. "You wouldn't understand, Sam." Sam took a step back and uncrossed his arms "Help me understand, Bucky because from where I'm standing you want nothing to do with her, you're rude every chance you get, you didn't help bring her stuff in, she was on the verge of tears saying she would be moving back out tomorrow. Please help me understand" You didn't have to see Sam's face to know that his eyebrows are so pinched together you're worried they'd stay like that. Bucky took a deep breath rolling his eyes along with it.

"Sam... I'm in love with her."

I hope you guys like it! Part 2

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[glitcheddead]

Are you having dreams again?

ETSY

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[boyzoo2]

Sebastian Stan at Valentino Haute Couture Fall 2019

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[buckyarchives]

[A Raccoons Guide To Stealing A Cybernetic Arm]

bucky barnes x reader drabble

you're a guardian and after the war of New York, the team decides to settle with the Avengers for a while. Soon, a certain super-solider caught your attention, and you caught his.

“You cannot be serious, Steve?”

Bucky’s eyes glance from the six sittings sprawled on a couch and then, back to Steve, Steve just shrugged. “Listen. They've been fighting this just as long as we have, probably even longer. They need time and space to rest just, like all of us.”

“And they're helping rebuild the compound and get the world back in order,” Steve adds.

“God knows we need the help.” Bucky lets out a breath, looking at the still very disheveled courtyard. Courtesy of Thanos and his stupid ass army.

After the second snap by Bruce and the battle of New York. The guardians (along with the persuasion of Tony) decided to mellow down on earth for as long as they needed. Deciding that a little pause from saving the galaxy would do some good for them.

“Just be nice, buck.” Steve wore his infamous smile and gave bucky a pat on the back.

“Thanos's daughter and a tree are sitting in the living room.” bucky somewhat whisper-yelled. “And I'm convinced that little thing is trying to steal my arm.”

Steve rolled his eyes and simply walked away from the dumbfounded supersoldier. Bucky’s eyes glanced towards the group again, his eyes landed on you. With large bandages across your body from the battle, you were passed out and the raccoon lay sleeping on your stomach. Bucky decided not to question it then and there and just wandered off into the kitchen.

“The cyborgs staring at you,” Rocket spoke, his head lying back on the couch cushion.

You hummed, getting some shut-eye was hard in any world with a raccoon attached to your hip. “Leave him alone, Rocket. He's human and old, this stuff is very new to him.”

“That'd be a valid statement if it wasn't for that fact he was ogling at one of the only human-looking ones here.” Rocket spoke matter-of-factly.

You sat up, shoving the guardian off your stomach. “Get off of me, I'm getting food.”

Rocket fell to the side with an oomph and gave you a snarl. you just smiled and found your way to the kitchen. Your fingertips grazed upon the countertops as you walked around, your boots clicking quietly on the hard floor.

Openings a few cabinets and contains just to snoop, your eyes land on a plastic package labeled ‘Froot Roll-Ups.’ kleptomania wins again and you grab a few and stuff them into your coat pocket. Pulling yourself together, you open the fridge and pull out a container of leftovers.

“So, what's your shtick?” the bird avenger said from behind you, sitting next to the cyborg soldier. Bucky stared at you rather intensely.

“nice to meet you too. What if I don't have one?” you smiled at the two men.

Sam blows raspberries, “if you haven't noticed, everyone has one of those around here.”

You ignore the statement for a moment and throw the leftovers in the microwave, you gaze at Sam and bucky while leaning up against the counter. “And your shtick is flying? His is the arm or that serum?”

The two looked at each other and simple nod. You laugh quietly.

“Well I don't know, so I guess I’m just a normal being that can fight well.” you shrug.

The timer for the microwave beeped and you stuck a fork in the noodles and take a bite. Bucky snickered under his breath. “I watched you knock Thanos on his ass, I don't call that normal.”

“And you can somehow domestic a talking rodent.”

Your eyes shot to the supersoldier, raising your fork swiftly toward him, “Hey! Don't call rocket that. That is very rude.”

“Sorry.” he apologized quietly and raised his hands in defense.

“Anyways.” you roll your eyes. “How's the development going on the west wing?”

“Good, thanks to you guys.” Natasha practically strutted into the kitchen, wearing a warm smile. You nod in response. “Nebula and Mantis have been helping Tony with some stuff today.”

“Speaking of him, tony wants to throw a ‘small’ party tonight to celebrate and relax.” Natasha continued, throwing her hands up to make air quotes around the word small.

Sam scoffs, “I don't think any party tony has ever thrown had been small.”

“Or relaxing.” bucky grumbled.

“Sounds fun.” you shugged and waltz your way out of the kitchen. Mindlessly grabbing at some random pastries off the counter.

Bucky’s eyes followed you, looking you up and down. Noting the way your body swayed so calmly, despite the multiple wounds around your body.

You are quite beautiful– no way bucky could deny that, but he was almost convinced you had to be some godly being or alien race. You moved confidently and swiftly on that battlefield and even more, you had a good punch. And your best friend was a tree and a raccoon.

Sam nudged bucky’s side with an amused-curious look. Snapping him out of his gaze. “What's with the googly eyes at her?”

“What?” bucky practically winced back. “What are you talking about?”

Natasha and Sam both exchanged a knowing glance like they knew something bucky didn’t. A smirk rose to Natasha's face as she bowed her head to suppress a laugh. Bucky grew confused, and quite annoyed now.

“You've been watching her specifically since the guardians settled here,” Sam commented.

Another grumbled escaped bucky’s lips as he got up to leave the room as well, choosing to overlook the teasing comments from Natasha and Sam behind him. Bucky Barnes is due for a good nap.

Rocket spoke your name in a hushed tone, walking side by side with you, a teenage Groot stood close next to him. “What?”

“That soldier. The one with the long hair and beard.” Rocket's hands rose to his face to imitate a beard. Your eyebrows knot together.

“What about him?” you ask.

“He won't give me the arm, I need it.” Rocket whined and you swear you saw Groot roll his eyes. “Won't even let me near it!”

Rocket's multiple attempts to even just observe bucky’s cybernetic vibranium arm have been failures. Despite the bargaining, sneaking, and… attacking, the resistance from the avenger seemed to fuel Rocket's desire even more.

“What is your little infatuation with his arm?”

Rocket scoffs, and looks at you like you just said the most idiotic thing ever. A face you’re too familiar with from him. “Are you serious? It's so cool, I need it.”

“Listen to yourself rock, you are trying to take a human's arm away from him.” you stop walking to look down at him. He's too stubborn for his own good.

“He can get a new one!”

“You're horrible.” you huff and began to walk quickly through the compound's hallway. Rocket's protest began as he caught up to you, frantically grabbing at your arm.

“No, no, no, listen to me!” he shouts, “I have a plan!”

Rolling your eyes, you continue to walk. “Oh, amuse me.”

your word came out harsh, doused in a sarcastic tone. Rocket slid past you as you walked into the medical room to take your bandages off, considering they'd already healed. Groot followed close behind you and tapped away at his Nintendo Rocket stole from somewhere.

“So tonight you– hey! Are you even listening to me?” Rocket yelled as you more or less listen, busy unraveling the crusty white bandage around your shoulder. You hum in response.

Rocket hopped onto the table in front of you and grabbed you by your shoulder, ignoring the way you winced slightly at the way he grabbed you. asshole.

Rocket continued, eyes bored intensely into your very tired ones. “You are going to seduce that man and–”

“SEDUCE?” your eyes widen, “you want me to– what? I know you are crazy but have you lost your mind?”

“Yes, you are going to seduce him, get him vulnerable, maybe in bed, and then take his arm.” rocket finished and if it wasn't for the many years of friendship, you'd probably stab him for even thinking of using you for this. But stabbing has never really been off the table in the past.

“I am Groot.”

“Thank you!” you motion towards Groot. You shrug Rocket’s hands off you and stand up, “Groot’s right, I’m not sleeping with someone just to steal from them. That is one of my rules!”

“I didn’t say you had to sleep with him!” Rocket shouts

“I’m not doing it anyways!” you shout back

Rocket snarls, “you're a bad friend!”

“fine!”

The door swings open and the trio's head whips toward the entrance. Your face drops at the sight of a rather scared Bucky Barnes, standing there with a large gash in his flesh arm. His eyes scan the room and land on you. After noticing the blood drip down his arm, you're quick to grab some bandages and medicine. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

Bucky eyes Groot and Rocket nervously as he walks past them and closer to you, “uh… yeah, got myself on one of the scraps of metal while helping clean up.”

“Should heal quick but Sam made me come here.” bucky continued, looking between you and Rocket as you get some alcohol from the cabinets. “I can leave… if you're in the middle of something.”

“No! Im just taking my bandages off.” you replied rather quickly, you can hear the two guardians snickering to themself. You rolled your eyes and focused back on bucky, “here, let me help.”

Bucky wanted to protest, but the words got caught in his throat and your hands are already on him. Your fingers grasp around his wrist and you gently tug at him to the sink, “im gonna pour this over the cut, okay?”

You're eyeing down bucky and suddenly he's hyper-aware of your touch, feeling hot. Bucky just nods with a straight face and you continue to clean the wound. Thankfully to the serum, stuff like this didn’t hurt, but you were still so gentle. Holding bucky as if he may break under your touch, a weird feeling shot through his body at that realization.

You hum as you start to wrap the bandage around his arm, you two now incredibly close. “You going to that party tonight?”

“Tonys? Im pretty sure I have to, or Steve will carry me there on his back.” bucky says dead serious but you still smile and giggle quietly. “you?”

Bucky just gawks as you smile, noticing the way your smile lines were more prominent now. “Yeah, all of the guardians are going, which– warning, will be very eventful. Wanda promised me a cool dress.”

You place the tape to secure the bandages and smooth it down, your touch lingering slightly on his arm. Bucky takes a sharp intake when you look back up to him, the lack of distance made his ears red.

You would hear Rocket laugh in the background, “I am groot.”

“Am not!” you shouted and quickly removed your fingers from bucky’s skin, leaving him feeling awkward and cold now. He hated feeling cold. Bucky caught his breath, not realizing he was holding it.

“Groots right and you know it!” the two continued snickered to themselves, Rocket dodging a hit to the head by you as they walked out of the medbay. The door banged as it shut, making bucky flinch slightly.

Confusion littered the soldier's face, “what did he say?”

“Oh- uhh, nothing, nothing to be worried about.” you quickly responded, struggling over your words and hands waving frantically in front of you.

“You sure?” bucky asked, his eyebrow quirked up slightly that mad him look hotter than you’d rather admit to yourself.

“Mmhmm.” you looked down, “I have to go get ready for later, be careful with that.” you motioned towards his arm.

Bucky smiles slightly, motioning toward your shoulder. “You too.”

“See you tonight then?” you smile back at him.

“See you tonight.”

You thought over that last exchange with bucky, you could practically feel his skin under yours lingering. You hadn't expected to be so close to him like that, remembering the way your breath caught in your throat when made eye contact with him. Maybe you wanted to try that out again tonight, and it's not because of Rocket, no matter how much he may be conviced you were.

“Hey! What about this one?” Gamora handed you a silk green dress. “I don't think green on green looks so good on me.”

You both laugh and you walked into the bathroom to change, Gamora spoke up again. “So what's going on with you and that supersoldier?”

“What?” you shouted from the bathroom, pulling the dress down and looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked quite good, running your hand down your hips.

You could hear Gamora scoff, “he's been staring at you like your a chunk of meat, and Groot told me you had a quote-unquote intimate moment with him earlier today.”

“Oh my god, I was just bandaging his arm.” you groan. Walking out of the bathroom to reveal yourself. “Anyways, do I look good?”

A loud gasp comes from Mantis from the doorway, she shouts your name making both of you flinch from her surprise visit. “You look so good!” she shouts before running towards you, getting a closer look at your dress.

“Let's go, let's go. Party isn't waiting on anyone!” Mantis ushered you and Gamora out of the bedroom.

Gamora shoots you a look that says ‘we’ll talk about this later’ and the three of you are off to a party.

you were instantly met with Thor, taking you in a huge bear hug. you’re still surprised at just the sight of him now. seeing him on the battlefield was another thing as well.

“tiny god! you look quite beautiful tonight!” Thor spoke as he half-crushed your body against his chest.

muffled by the crushing hug, “how many times to have to tell you, i’m not a god.”

he pulls back and dust off your shoulders politely. a huge enthusiastic smile on his face, Thor seemed chipper than usual after his redemption in battle. and getting his brother back.

“yes but you do fight like one.” Thor adds. you can only shake him off and go to find your group of friends.

And Natasha was right when she said no Tony Stark party could ever be small, with many unfamiliar faces in flashy dresses, holding glasses of liquor with happy smiles. You spot most of the guardians huddled around each other, with the addition of some avengers and new faces. You hear Drax call your name, barely audible through his obnoxious laughter. the smiling faces look good on everyone after this stupid war.

“Get your ass over here.” Drax yells. You sit next to Peter and Gamora. It seems the guardians have warmed up well with the other, Mantis had already started to begin with the party tricks. Many people around the room seemed surprised as her antennas lit up and she bends and reads other emotions at will, some more comfortable with it than others.

“I think we may need to borrow you when Tony doesn't leave his workshop.” pepper comments, her face tinted red from the alcohol and warm lights around the room.

“Aw, I don't think so.” Tony laughs before noticing that you had joined the party. His eye light up in your direction. “What party trick do you got over here? I didnt get the chance to see you fight.”

A sheepish smile grows on your face as you notice everyone's eye falls on you, even bucky as he hid himself behind Steve and Sam on the couch. He looked more or less bored to be here, maybe even a little uncomfortable. Yet his eyes stay on you, anticipating your next words.

You attempt to shake the stares off, “oh no, I don't have any tricks. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Oh, I call bullshit.” Steve speaks up.

An exaggerated gasp comes from Sam, “you kiss your mother with that mouth, Roger?”

The avengers begin and finish up their teasing toward Steve. Midst the chaos you still notice bucky seemingly closing in on himself, making himself smaller behind his two friends.

“Anyways. You gotta show us.” Steve continued, turning his and everyone else attention back to you. “I saw you fighting and moving around like you weighed nothing, or the way could both take and hit a punch was just… nothing I've ever seen before.”

While Steve spoke you couldn't help but watch bucky getting up and leaving with a sour look on his face, you can't find yourself answering the captain's question. You just shrug with a shy smile, Gamora speaks up for you.

“Oh, she's shy about her abilities.” Gamora speaks, waving off the curious avengers. “let her be.”

You smile at her and excuse yourself from the group, you stand up and look around the room for bucky. You hoped he hadn't already left the party, maybe your hopes were too high that you'd be able to speak with bucky, possibly even share a drink or two.

In the middle of a group of people, you see the super soldier attempt to nudge his way through. Being stopped by random men in suits asking invasive questions and women trying to get much further than just a small conversation. You can see him roll his eyes so hard they practically reach the back of his head.

Bucky goes to turn around to rid of the crowd, but he begins to collide with one of the workers with a large tray of drinks in their hands. Bucky, along with the drinks and the worker start to fall, but your senses are quicker. Your hand rises towards them and the gravity shifts around bucky and the worker, making them lighter and stalling their fall. The drinks practically stop where they fell and the liquid floats through the air as if time has paused.

You walk towards the group and grab the drinks and plate before they fall and fix the gravitational shift. Bucky caught himself before he falls and his face is flushed with confusion as he attempts to grasp whatever you just did to him. He looks down at his hands and body before you, eyebrows knotted together. “What did you just do to me?”

“Nothing.” you smile innocently, handing one of the two drinks to bucky. “Cocktail?”

Bucky blinks, once, twice. Before hesitantly grabbing the drink in your hand and nodding. “Uh, sure.”

“Join me?” you ask, motioning towards the two empty seats at the bar. Bucky just nodded again and starts to follow you.

Sitting next to bucky, a comfortable silence fell upon the two of you, the sound of people chatting and laughing filtered out in the background. You ask for another drink and order bucky some Asgardian liquor, knowing of the serum's side effects. Handing it to him with soft eyes, yet he still seems to be pulling away from you.

“Do you have a problem with me, Barnes?” you ask rather abruptly, avoiding his eyes. A part of you didnt want to hear his response, in fear his response might be bad.

You can hear the nervousness in his voice when he stumbled over his response. “What? I mean no. no, of course not.”

Bucky lets out a rather shaky breath, you don't say anything and simply hum in response. Attempting to not push any further.

You noticed the way bucky swirled his drink around, he gulped before speaking up. “Honestly, you kinda scare me,” he confessed with a slightly nervous tone.

“Oh?” you had to push down a laugh. You decided to joke around, hoping to calm any anxieties the man next to you may have, “is it because im just so strong and so powerful?”

Bucky's lip quirks up slightly, “that, and…” he trails off and your smile drops slightly, zeroing in on him,

“And?”

He doesn't respond, “come on now, don't leave me hanging, sarge.”

The nickname knocked him back a little, coming from you at least. He contemplates his choices before speaking, continuing to swirl the Asgardian liquor around in his glass. Bucky's head rises and turns to you slowly, looking at you close in your eyes and deciding to take the leap.

“I’m attracted to you, and I don't know why.” the nerves catch up to him and he avoids your gaze, “and that scares me.”

You weren't going to flat-out lie and say those words didn’t arise something in you, making your face hot and ears red. Confidence oozed through you suddenly and you went to graze your hands across his jaw. “Do you really need a reason to be attracted to someone? It's just your body telling you what you want.”

“Is this you flirting with me?” Bucky's eyes narrow at your’s playfully, and a small grin fell on his lips.

You smile, “do you want it to be?”

Bucky’s eyes might have flashed towards your lips for a faltering moment. You noticed. Bucky blames it on the alcohol, for now, blames it on anything he can, but he needs more. So bucky’s leans over and looks at you sweetly, smiling. Your foot may have risen towards his calve. Bucky definitely noticed, looking you up and down. “What are you doing to me, doll?”

You simply smile and shrug. “I don't know, what am i doing to you?”

As bucky responded, you tried to focus on the words coming from his mouth, you really did. But certain someone caught your attention from behind bucky’s head, your face dropped slowly. Rocket stood with the largest grin on his face, his thumbs up and pointing excitedly to his left arm. God, if you could kill him right now, you would.

Bucky noticed the way your eye linger behind him and how your smile dropped, “what’s wrong?” he began to turn his head around but you were quicker, grabbing at his jaw and turning him back around.

“Nothing, I’m sorry, I just got distracted.” you looked into his eyes, your faces were much closer now and the tension between you two got thicker. All bucky wanted to do was tear straight through it, but he held himself back for now.

Bucky's eyes scan you up and down, his face falls and he pulls back. A disappointed sigh leaves his mouth. “I’m sorry, I should get back soon.”

the moment ends way too quickly, and bucky gets up from the barstool beside you. Any protest for him to stay fall short and his eyes linger on you as he leaves.

Your head falls flat on the bar and a loud groan escapes your lips, you cannot believe you embarrassed yourself like that, you'd probably already scared him off now. A squeak from the chair next to you and you're too bothered in your own self-pity to raise your head and look.

That is until you hear who speaks, “what's happened? You so had him on the ropes!” rockets annoying voice ring in your ears.

“You need to stop.” your state, your head raises so fast your are dizzy.

“What?” rocket argues back, “what the hell did I do?”

You stared back at him in disbelief, and annoyance. “You distracted me! And now he thinks im weird. So leave me alone and stop cock blocking me, dude!”

Rocket doesn't respond and you don't give him the time to. You're up on your feet and walking quickly out of the room. A huff escapes your lips as you dodge the many people throughout the compound, trying to find your temporary room.

You push past the door, still slightly angered, and take no time in throwing yourself on the bed.

Hoping– praying the day tomorrow will be better and come with better chances with the supersoldier. He clouded your mind as you attempted to sleep, even in your dreams.

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[ihyperfixatedtoohard]

You know who would actually be a good replacement for Geralt? Sebastian Stan.

Reasons:

Bucky and Geralt are already are somewhat similar

Bucky's the White Wolf, Geralt's the White Wolf, need I say more?

Sebastian Stan looks SO MUCH like Henry Cavill to me

It would be funny

Sebastian Stan is not a less famous Hemsworth

Can still be related back to A Hemsworth

Sebastian Stan and Joey Batey? CHAOS

Has also been in popular super hero movies like Cavill has

I actually care about Sebastian Stan

The other mod would actually be interested in the witcher and would finally be able to tell the difference between the characters

Because I said so

#the witcher #geralt #jaskier #witcher #the witcher netflix #sebatian stan #henry cavill #liam hemsworth #joey batey #bucky #bucky barnes #the white wolf #marvel

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🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 2

Amaya POV

6 months later

This morning I got up in a good mood which is very rare for me so I let myself be carried away by this positive energy.

I put on my trusty running shoes and went to Central Park.

Although we are in the month of February today the sun is shining high in the sky and the temperature is quite pleasant.

I'm not the only one who has taken advantage of this beautiful day and even though it's only 7 in the morning, the park is full of people.Many others like me who have decided to make the most of this day to train outdoors.

I wear my Airpods and to the rhythm of Back in Black by AC/DC I start running.

I try to keep my mind focused on running, on my breathing but fail miserably.

I sigh.

With my mind I go back to the night of six months ago.

My memories go back to that pub.

I don't often think about it and mostly when I see that my thoughts are taking that direction I try to distract myself with something else.

But sometimes I give in to memories.

The way that man fucked me in that bathroom is something out of the ordinary.

Thinking that a perfect stranger can figure out what you need is insane.

The way his blue eyes searched for mine at all times has something inexplicable about it.

I slow down my run near a fountain, I approach to fill the bottle of water that I have with me since I have already drunk it all.

Damn it's really hot today.

I am about to take off the windbreaker I am wearing, tying it at the waist.I simply wearing leggings and a long-sleeved cotton shirt.

All strictly black.

I love how this color fits me.

It highlights my green eyes and makes my red hair alive like the flames of hell.

I feel like this color highlights the true essence of my soul.

If I still have a soul.I doubt it.

I don't think being a professional killer helps and if I really had a soul it would surely be black.

Black represents me.

I shake my head to try to banish these gloomy thoughts, I don't want to lose that rare momentum of good humor with which I woke up.

I do a bit of stretching and I get back to running but I don't even have time to pick up the pace that the smartphone in my jacket pocket begins to play.

I stop again, cursing through my teeth.

I take the phone out of my pocket and check the display.

Maria Hill's name flashes before my eyes.

Strange.

I answer immediately.

“Agent Hill since when did you become such an early riser?This is a real surprise”

She responds with a loud yawn.

“Forget Snow.Last night I had to monitor the movements of some suspicious trucks and went to bed when it was already 3AM.Fury phoned me just 4 hours later.And this is why I called you"

"To let me know that you slept little?"

I reply with a chuckle.

"Fuck you Snow" now she laughs too.

"Anyway Fury wants you.You have 45 minutes to make yourself presentable and go to his office"

"Did he by chance tell you why?"

Strange.To look for me with all this urgency and above all at the last minute there must be something big underneath.

"No I'm sorry, I don't know anything" replies Maria not before having made another yawn.

I roll my eyes.

"See you later, now I'm going to have another cup of coffee.I hope this help me recover" she mutters in a sleepy voice.

“OK Maria catch up, see you in the office later”

“Bye Snow”

She hangs up and I put the phone back in my pocket.

Fury is waiting for me at 08:15.

In exactly 40 minutes.

I have to call a taxi to go home otherwise I'll never make it.

As soon as I arrive I rush up the stairs and enter my apartment.

I undress as I make my way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind me.

I will take care of it steely when I return.

I step into the shower and immediately started lathering my hair.After rinsing them and applying the conditioner, I wash my body sprinkling it with my favorite citrus shower gel.

The scent tickles my nostrils.

I rinse well and get out of the shower.

At 8 o'clock I'm ready and headed for Fury's office, if I don't encounter traffic I should make it up to 5 minutes late.

I get off the taxi right in front of the majestic building that houses the offices of the New York headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I stride across the atrium, the echo of the heels of my stilettos in shiny black leather by Kurt Geiger, echoing in the high ceilings.

I pass a busy Maria Hill.

"Hi Hill, is it better?"

"After 4 coffees, let's say that at least I am able to articulate sentences of complete meaning"

We walk together towards one of the four elevators available. "Come up with me to Fury?"

"No sorry, I have to go to the logistics floor.I have some documents to be signed by Agent Brown" she sighs heavily.

"Yuck!That man is so gross"

I reply with compassionate eyes.

"Slimy" we say at the same time.

Let's laugh together.

Agent Brown is famous for his long eye, you can always catch him looking at your tits or ass.

At that moment the elevator doors open and Rumlow comes out followed by a dozen agents, all armed to the teeth.

"An eventful start to the day, huh?"

I smile at him out of courtesy.

"Oh you can bet redhead" and so saying he walks away.

"I hate when he calls me that"

I murmur through clenched teeth.

"You know very well he does it to flirt.Why do you refuse all his invitations?That man devours you with his eyes every time he sees you.His eyes scream SEX" makes me participate Maria of her thoughts.

I can understand her disbelief.

Brock is a handsome, charming man and God only knows how big his muscles are.

But there is something about him that does not convince me.

"You already know" I reply observing the display that marks the approach to our destination.

"There's something about him that I don't like.He seems to be hiding something"

“Oh something he hides.And he looks really nice big.And he doesn't hide it so sincerely”

She laughs heartily at the same joke as her.

"Hill I don't understand if it's sleep deprivation or if you've lost your sense of reason"

The bling of the elevator tells us that we are on the logistics floor.

Maria is preparing to get out.

"Shall we have a drink one of these evenings?" she asks me as the doors are closing.

"Sure" I say.

The elevator continues its ascent and a bit of anxiety makes room inside me.

What could possibly want that is so urgent the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. at 8 am on Saturday?

I'm sure I'll find out soon.

I smooth the totally imaginary folds of my shirt.

This morning I wore a simple white shirt, a pair of black palazzo pants and my beloved black leather jacket.

I stop in front of the desk of Dana, Fury's secretary.

“Hi Dana, I'm here on Fury's orders”

She moves her eyes away from the PC screen and then focuses on my figure.

“Hi Amaya.They are already in the office.They're waiting for you”

I raise an eyebrow.

"They are waiting me?Plural?"

"Yeah, along with the director are Tony Stark and Steve Rogers"

She looks excited.

"Oh my God you can't understand what a wonderful smile Captain America has"

I laugh heartily and answer her.

"I didn't know you had a thing for blondes.Michael didn't is it brown?"

"Oh shut up!Cap is still Cap" sighs the blonde secretary.

I shake my head and get ready to enter the office not before Dana has announced my arrival via her intercom.

How strange.

What on earth could I have in common with Iron Man and Captain America?

What can push Fury to reunite Agent Zero and two of the most famous Avengers in the same room?

I think I'll find out soon.

"You can enter now" the voice of Dana brings me back to reality.

With a sure and decisive step I make my entrance.

The three men present inside the large office turn to me.

The only one to stand up is Captain Rogers.

"Good morning gentlemen.What can I do for you, director?"

Steve Rogers comes a few steps closer to me and holds out his hand.

"I'm Steve Rogers, nice to meet you"

His tight is strong and decisive.

“The pleasure is mine Captain.I'm agent Amaya Snow” I reply.

He smiles, Dana is right, he has a really nice smile.

"Please just call me Steve"

I smile embarrassed back.

Tony's bold voice breaks in followed by laughter.

"Seriously Fury?" he looks annoyed.

"We spoke for one of your best agents and you introduce us to this little girl?She's a kid"

He turns to me making a gesture with his hand.

"No offense"

"Oh no please.Go ahead" my tone comes out a little more sarcastic than I wanted.

"Tony don't be rude"

Steve intervenes, then addresses me directly.

"Forgive him"

"Don't worry Steve, it's ok"

I observe Fury who hasn't said a word yet.

Meanwhile, Steve has settled back into the chair in front of the desk.

I ignore what Stark says and turn to Fury again.

"Can I be useful in some way director?"

He watches me carefully and then with infinite calm he turns to Tony Stark.

"You asked me for a new member for your team.You asked me for the best.And that's what I'm proposing to you"

I can't follow what he says.

What are they talking about?

"Gentlemen, she is Agent Zero"

My eyes widen in disbelief.

What the hell is he doing?

Why is he blowing up my cover?

I intervene to try to stem the damage.

"Excuse me director, I think I don't understand"

Fury smiles sweetly at me from the other side of the desk.

"It's okay Amaya, relax"

I take courage in both hands and turn to the two Avengers who stare at me open-mouthed.

"So it's not a legend?" gives Steve incredulous.

Tony looks me up and down.

"What's up?" I ask him.

"Did you think it was a man, tattooed arms and mustache?"

"More or less yes" he replies smiling "but without a mustache.The mustache is too 80s"

I smile.

Fury takes the floor again.

"Agent Snow is the best and I'm sure she can become a great resource for your team"

Me in the Avengers?

Me alongside Rogers, Stark and Banner?

Alongside Barnes?

I panic.

No, no and then no.

"Fury could I talk to you in private if you don't mind?"

"Sure" his answer.

Rogers and Stark stand up, they both hold out their hand to me.

"I hope to see you again.I think you might be interesting” Tony tells me.

I remain silent.

I don't really know what to say.

They both say goodbye to Fury and leave the office.

I don't even give the door time to lock itself up, which I explode.

"What's wrong with you?Did you loose your mind Nick?"

“Don't call me that”

“And instead I'll call you what I want.I've saved your old ass so many times that I can take this confidence with you"

We stare into each other's eyes for a few endless minutes.

Fury starts laughing heartily

"You remind me so much of your mother, you know?She was so exuberant too"

"I'm not exuberant.I'm angry.What story is this?Why on earth should I work with the Avengers?I'm fine where I am"

"Amaya this can become the occasion of your life.You will have the opportunity to work in a team, to learn to trust someone else as well as yourself"

Why  he doing this to me?

“But I'm fine like that.I'm fine by myself"

"Bullshit" yells the man in front of me clapping his hand on the desk.

I look at him in disbelief, I am speechless.

I see him close his eyes and sigh.

When he opens them his gaze is softened.

“You know how much I care about you Amaya.You've been my right hand for so long.You're not just an agent to me, you know that"

"Then why are you throwing me like this"

I can't help but my eyes get wet.

He goes around the desk to stand in front of me.

"Don't see it like that.You know very well that I would never do it.But in these years I have observed you, year after year you have closed yourself more and more in yourself.Dependent on this job more and more every day!And I don't want this for you"

I can read the pain in his eyes.

“You have no friends, you have no love in your life.You are alone just like me and I don't want to see you end up like me"

"But you are my family Nick, you are my mentor"

"But I won't be there forever and when I'm gone, what will you do?Who will take care of you?"

A tear escapes from my eyes.

I had no idea that Fury had all these worries about me.

"I am able to take care of myself"

"I thought so of myself too" Fury smiles at me.

"But in the end I became attached to you.Because basically no one is born to live alone"

He approaches me and grab me by the shoulders.

"Listen I'm not telling you to accept with your eyes closed but think about it, okay?Sleep on it tonight and tomorrow you will give me an answer.But I sincerely really hope you accept, it would be the right thing to do.Do you trust my opinion?”

“I will trust you until death Nick”

He takes his hands off me and goes back to sit behind his desk.

“Now you can go, I'll leave you the day off.Go home, relax.Think about it.See you tomorrow morning"

"Ok" I whisper.

I leave without adding anything else, I don't trust myself so much at this moment.

I walk away quickly, I want to put as much distance as possible between me and this place.

I quickly reach the exit.

I see Agent Hill gesturing in my direction but I don't stop.

I'll apologize to her later.

As soon as I get outside, I am hit by a gust of cold air.

The beautiful sun that was shining this morning has been replaced by large black clouds.

The weather conditions have turned upside down in the space of nothing a bit like my day.

Or like my life if I accepted this proposal.

I find myself wandering the streets of New York, horrified.

Without realizing it I find myself in front of the door of my house, I go up the stairs dragging my feet.

I feel emptied of any strength whatsoever.

I enter the house and taking off only my shoes and I throw myself into the bed, throwing the blanket over my head.

I think of the Fury proposal.

Could I really become an Avengers?

Does Fury really think I live up to that?

He has been my guide for the past 12 years, he has been my only point of reference in my life.

If I accepted it would mean that I would no longer work alongside him.

But I would be exposed, recognized.

I do not know what to do.

A small voice in my head, however, rebels, tries to raise the tone to be heard.

This voice keeps telling me that what the director says is true.

I have been alone all these years and this situation is starting to weigh on me.

I am 28 and have no plans for the future.

I am afraid of it.

Fear because if I think about myself in 15/20 years I see myself alone and as far as I can say it's okay so I know it's not the truth.

The thing holding me back, or rather the person holding me back, is James fucking Barnes.

How could he react to my presence?

Will he remember me?

Will he recognize me?

And above all, will I be able to work alongside him pretending that six months ago it never happened?

What a nice mess.

I spent my life working in the shadows, seeking revenge for my parents but on the way I forgot the most important thing.

Too focused on revenge.

I forgot to live and I'm sure my parents wouldn't have wanted this for me.

I feel a weight in the center of my chest.

I feel thrilled to be able to start over but also fucking scared.

It will not be easy to join an already well-formed group, with people who have bonded over the years, forming almost a family.

Family.

I too had one.

I curl up on myself, the leather of the jacket creaking with my every movement.

I feel my head explode and with millions of questions in my head I slowly slip into sleep.

I wake up it's dark outside.

I feel disoriented.

With my hand I look for the alarm clock on my night stand to try to figure out what time it is.I find the alarm clock and face it, it's 8PM.

Damn.

I slept 10 hours, it hadn't happened to me in months.

I decide to get up and change my clothes.

I wear simple black sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

Barefoot I head to my small kitchen.

My stomach rumbles in response.

I open the fridge and the pantry but I can't find anything.

Great.

I need to go grocery urgently.

I grab my phone and call my favorite pizzeria, I will order pizza for dinner.

Tambourine with my fingertips on the table waiting for my food.

I try to keep my mind away from all my worries.

The sound of the doorbell makes me jump, my heart reaches my throat.

I try to compose myself and after grabbing my wallet I head for the door.

"Hi Josh"

"Hi Amaya"

"How is Ares?" I ask him.

We have known each other for a few years now and we often exchange a chat.

"Ares is fine, finally we found a good vet and we have solved that bad dermatitis that plagued him"

"Excellent, I'm happy"

I offer him the money

"Keep the rest.See you next time"

"Thanks Amaya.See you soon”

I close the door and head to the kitchen, the scent of pizza brings my nostrils to orgasm.

Joe absolutely makes the best pizza in New York, his Italian origins are his winning weapon.

I take a seat on one of the two stools and begin to enjoy my dinner.

As I chew my mind goes back to Fury's proposal.

I have to think clearly, pros and cons.

The cons are that I would have to leave this house to move to Stark's tower, even if it is small and modest I have lived here for many years.I got used to having my own spaces.

I should leave Fury.

I think this is the thing that makes me suffer the most.

Being far away I could no longer defend him efficiently, I could no longer be constantly by his side.

He wasn't just a mentor, he has been my point of reference ever since my parents died.

If today I am what I am I owe it to him.

If I am alive today I owe it to him, who has always given me the right motivation to go on.

And then...and then I no longer find any cons.

I sigh.

The advantages, on the other hand, would be innumerable.

I could work more often alongside agent Romanoff, I love working with her.She is smart, intelligent and nice.

Steve would also be a point in favor, in those few moments I had to relate to him he seemed to me a sweet and kind man, a right man.

With Tony I think I'd fight all the time, we have two very similar characters.Both sarcastic and stubborn.

It would be exciting to live alongside him.

On Dr. Banner and Sam Wilson I could not express myself not having known them but from their files I could understand that they are kind and altruistic men, working as a team with them should not be challenging.

Having the possibility of not being alone anymore is the thing that thrills me the most.

A smile seems to come from my lips, maybe it could work.

But then my brain reminds me that Sergeant Barnes would also be there.

Fuck!

I don't know if that's good or bad.

After what has happened between us, it could be difficult to collaborate or it would be an advantage.

Our sexual harmony could have a positive effect on our teamwork.

Or maybe he forgot you the moment after you left that bathroom...

The voice of my conscience is keen to let me know his opinion.

I throw my head back and stare at the white ceiling for a few minutes, I get up and approach a photo on the wall of me with my parents.

In that photo I will have been 5 years old, I was in dad's arms and my arms wrapped around the neck of both of us.

Mom was kissing my head and dad's loving eyes were on each of us.

I miss their love.

A lonely tear line my cheek.

"What should I do mom?"

I can imagine her response, she was my best friend and she had the ability to always find the right words.

She would have grabbed me by the shoulders and looking into my eyes she would have simply asked me

"What do you want my child?"

What do I really want?

Deep down my heart I know.

I take my phone and press a button.

After the first ring, Fury's voice answers me loud and clear.

"So Snow have you decided?"

Bucky POV

The dawn light shines behind my lowered eyelids.

I've been awake for a few minutes already but I can't open my eyes.

I search for my phone with my hand on the night stand, find it and grab it.

I slowly open my eyes and blink a couple of times so that my eyes get used to the light in the room.

I bring the phone in front of my eyes and read the time.

It's 7 o'clock.

Ok it's time to get up.

Among the notifications I notice a message from Sharon, I open it and I'm about to read it.

“Hey babe, I just got on the jet.We will soon take off.I'll call you as soon as we land in Prague.I love you"

Great.

I close my eyes again hoping that the earth will open under my bed and swallow me.

I type a short, concise answer.

For the past six months I have been trying hard to make things work.

After that brief moment of madness I tried to be better, to give the right direction to my relationship with Sharon.

I talked to her, obviously omitting a lot of truth, and I tried to explain to her how I felt.

That I care about her but that I need time.

That I wanted at all costs to make things work.

She was obviously understanding as always and came up with talks about post traumatic disorders, stress and other things that I honestly did not understand.

I tried to dedicate every free moment to her and make her feel desired.

Dinners, cinemas, clubs.

Couple dating with Steve and Nat.

The latter are the ones I hate the most and not because of my friends but because I was being thrown in my face when my relationship, compared to his, was a failure.

I don't understand how nobody notices it.

Nobody perceives my discomfort.

I swallow my frustration daily just to be better for the people I love.

The sex between the two of us has improved slightly.

There is a little more imagination, I can put a little more passion into it.

But the reason why I do it knocks me out of my mind and only adds to my anger.

Because I realized that the problem is not Sharon but me.

I complained about the lack of passion but I realized that it was I who did not wear it.

So when we are together now I find myself thinking about other lips, other hands and then I get hotter.

More passionate.

Do I hate myself for it?

Obvious.

But I also hate that stranger for pushing me to this.

I know it's basically not her fault, that it was me who had to stop everything in the bud, but I hate her because she knew who I was.

She certainly knew that I was already involved in another relationship.

I get out of bed I'm already a bundle of nerves.

Fantastic.

Starting the day like this was just what I wanted.

I brush my teeth and after wearing a black jeans and a black t-shirt I go down to the kitchen for breakfast.

In front of the coffee machine I find Sam intent on observing the wall in front of him.

“Hey, are you okay?Looks like you haven't slept"

He turns to me, eyes red and after a huge yawn he answers

"Oh man, I must have slept no more than three hours tonight.I've been to that new bar, the one opened last week in Brooklyn.Full of gorgeous girls.It was quite an interesting night"

I smile.

He hands me a cup of coffee, as black as my mood.

We both sit at the table and after a few minutes Steve and Natasha come in.

He is already fully dressed.

She is wearing pink pajamas with a bear printed on the shirt and tousled hair.

They almost look like a nest.

I can't help it but a laugh escapes my control and I try to disguise it with a cough.

She sharpens her gaze and points it into my eyes.

"Is there some problem Barnes?" she asks me as she takes a seat on the other side of the table.

“Oh no, all right.Nice pajamas by the way"

Steve walks by her to go to the cupboard that contains the coffee cups and leaves a kiss on her head.

"Forget it honey.You look beautiful to me"

The redhead's eyes are still on me and, strong of Steve's word, she raises her middle finger in my direction.

I roll my eyes.

We all stand in silence drinking our coffee, each lost in thought.

After a few minutes a shining Tony Stark enters the kitchen.

"In ten minutes I'll be waiting for you all in the conference room"

His gaze stops on Natasha.

He raises an eyebrow and adds

"Let's do 20 minutes" and as he says he goes away.

We all burst out laughing including Steve getting an elbow in the stomach from his girlfriend who visibly angry gets up and walks away muttering something like "bunch of asshole".

Sam and I laugh even louder as Steve runs after her.

"C'mon babe don't do that" the echo of his voice is lost in the corridor.

Fifteen minutes later we are all where Tony asked us, Bruce Banner has also joined us.

Natasha is sitting across from me next to Doctor Banner, arms folded across her chest.

Steve at her side looks dejected, I think she's still mad at him for laughing.

Sam is sitting next to me and we both have our backs to the door.

Tony is standing at the head of the table, he observes everyone and then takes the floor.

"As you know since Barton and Lang retired to devote themselves totally to the family we are very few.Six people do not seem to me to be enough in case something should happen"

Steve intervenes.

"Wanda and Vision?"

“They are still part of ours but have decided to live on their own.Apparently they fell in love” Tony replies with a half smile.

“Really?The witch and the humanoid?Who would have thought"

Sam really looks surprised.

Yet it was so obvious.Or maybe it was just me?

The way they looked and communicated with each other was a clear signal that theirs wasn't just a friendship.

Tony continues to speak to Steve.

"Technically they didn't abandon their Avengers role but Vision 15 days ago turned off his tracker"

That's a big problem.

If we needed wouldn't be easy to track them down.

Tony's voice catches again my attention.

"So Steve and I talked to Fury to direct us to some agent who might be right for us.And we found him"

Tony pauses a little then continues.

"Agent Zero will be on our team"

Sam and I look at each other confused.

Natasha is the first to speak.

"For real?Will Amaya join us?"

Steve's head jerks to his girlfriend.

“Do you know her true identity?Why didn't you ever tell me about it?"

She shrugs.

"Professional secret" her reply.

“We worked together a couple of times on Fury's behalf.By now we have known each other for something like 4 years" continues the former Russian spy.

"I thought it was a legend"

I observe thoughtlessly.

At the same moment Sam exclaims "Is Agent Zero a woman?"

“It's actually been 5 years Natasha.Yes I am a woman and no Sergeant Barnes I am not a legend” a voice behind me answers all our questions.

Why do I have the impression that I have already heard this voice?

As soon as I turn my gaze towards the door, Nick Fury makes his entrance along with Agent Zero.

Together with the woman I had the best fuck of my life.

My blood freezes in my veins, I feel like I can't breathe anymore.

She passes me by without deigning a glance and goes towards Natasha.

The two embrace and smile.

"I'm happy to see you and above all to be able to work by your side again" Natasha tells her.

She breaks away from the embrace and smiles at her.

Nat continues to talk.

"What are you tired of being a caregiver for Fury?"

She laughs heartily.

"Nah...I'd still take a bullet in the head for this old man"

Fury clears his throat and turns to the two redheads.

"Are you done?"

He does not seem angry indeed he looks at them as a father would do with his own daughters.

Meanwhile Amaya, this is her real name, approaches Steve and hugs him.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Captain"

"And I'm glad you took the job" replies my best friend.

Sam turns to me and whispers under his breath.

"Wow, she's so hot!Look that boobs!"

I think I'll throw up.

Sam realizes that something is wrong.

“Are you okay dude?Looks like you saw a ghost"

I watch her shake Tony's hand.

"Yeah yeah it's ok, don't worry" I answer him without even looking at him.

Now she's turning her attention to Bruce.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Doc"

He hints a shy smile as he returns the handshake.

Fury turns to Amaya and with a wave of his hand points to me and Sam.

"They are Sam Wilson and James Barnes"

Her eyes for a moment stop into mine.

Then she replies with an Oscar-winning nonchalance.

"It's a pleasure to meet you"

And she smiles.

And I feel anger rising inside me.

After other brief pleasantries Fury exchanges a few words with Bruce and Tony and everyone else is around her filling her with questions.

I am glued to my place.

I do not know what to do.

I feel trapped in a nightmare.

After Fury leaves, everyone goes back to his duties.

Natasha turns to me.

“Bucky could you please help me with Amaya's bags?So I show her her room and she can settle down"

"Yeah" the only syllable that leaves my lips.

Right now I don't trust myself, I prefer not to say a word.

I follow the two women down the long corridor to the elevator that will take us upstairs to the floor of our rooms.

As we go up the two redheads chat and laugh among themselves.

I remain in absolute silence.

As soon as we reach the top floor and walk along the corridor, I discover that her room is right in front of mine.

Please tell me this is all a joke.

Natasha greets her.

“I have to escape, Steve and I have to go to Washington.But tonight we have dinner together ok?We have so much to update on"

"I can't wait" she replies.

"Barnes can you finish helping her?"

I just nod and watch Nat disappear behind the elevator doors.

I take her suitcases and put them in her room, help her with some boxes.

All in absolute silence.

God the tension between us could be cut with a knife.

I watch her from the sly.

God she is more beautiful than I remembered.

Her hips are forced into a pair of high-waisted black jeans while her gorgeous breasts are squeezed into a red cashmere sweater.

Her eyes are planted in mine.

"Everything ok?Why do you keep staring at me?" she asks me, she looks really confused by my behavior.

No it's not ok at all.

"It's all great" my answer sounds more poisonous than I wanted.

I see her sigh heavily.

She's about to say something but I block her with a brusque wave of my hand.

"Stay the fuck away from me and my girlfriend"

I snarl to her.

I go away without looking back.

I know I'm acting like an asshole.A psychopath.

But I can't help it.

Just the sight of her pisses me off.

Now it's official, God hates me.

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@deansapplepie

#fanfiction #fanfic #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #marvel #sebatian stan #fanfiction recommendation #bucky barnes fanfiction #dangerousgame

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Since our dear Sexy Seabass, has been dominating the headlines lately, I would like to share some of these articles here. Because I am so happy for the change in topic 😆

Sidenote: He looks so good! And just flawless fucking skin!!!

Seb, I need to know what you use to get it like that... 😍

In other news... We finally get to see more of Sam Wilson's Captain America 😍😍😍😍😍

Albeit, animated, but still...

Quick, question, is this from the same episode that Bucky clip is in? Because if it, then this alternate universe is definitely going to be interesting...🤔😁

#booky reacts #marvel #captain america #sam wilson #bucky barnes #red guardian #monica rambeau #what if..? season 3 #what if..? #sebatian stan #a different man #shall we talk about this? #😁

[andyd888]

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (Sebastian Stan/ Chris Evans) +18

Chapter 4: 𝕭𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖚𝖘

Warnings: language and violence

Previous chapter

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[Sebastian Pov]:

I couldn't get the girl out of my head. Everything about her makes me want to rip her apart until she has nothing left. That is my goal when I return home, to make this sweet, precious, fragile woman mine.

-"Boss, we're here"- I heard Nick say over the loudspeaker.

I got into a better position and put the phone in my pocket. I'll have to do more research and find out what she's really like before I start anything with her.

The plane stopped on the runway. I didn't stay long in the sun when I got into the car that was prepared for me. I was on my way to meet those jerks who screwed up and pissed Chris off.

-"Nick, what should I do with them?"- I asked, pouring myself a glass of whiskey.

Nick looked surprised. I don't normally need my bodyguard's advice, but Nick has been my most trusted advisor and this time I need his advice.

-"Boss?"-

-"Chris wants to tear them apart. I think this is a golden opportunity for us to expand and maybe just put me a little higher in the game than Chris"-

-"He'll find out. Either he'll make them pay or Mr. Evans will and you knows what he's going to do. He'll do it his way. They're both ruthless and won't take shit from anyone. I think you'll make them pay. You can't let get over it with this, otherwise they'll do it over and over again and Mr. Evans will not only kill them but you."-

-"I guess you're right. They need to understand who they're messing with and what will happen to them if they don't start doing what's required."- I took a sip from my glass.

I pulled to the side of the road and got out with Nick pushing past me to open the doors to the building. I walked in and it smelled like smoke and sweat. I was immediately greeted by one of the workers Chris spoke with.

-"Mr. Stan… what a surprise. We didn't think you would be…"-

I interrupted him -"are you coming?"- I walked further inside and looked around. There were fights in several cages -"I see my money is being spent on good fighters"- I rolled up my sleeves and made a fist, which instantly made contact with his face. He stumbled backwards but didn't fall to the ground -"good fighters who are drawing crowds. I don't see the rewards of that though"- I hit him again, this time he fell to the ground. I crouched down a little, noticing that blood was coming out of his nose -"why?, would you mind explaining?"-

-"Sir… it's just… it's just…"- he couldn't finish the sentence.

I was about to knock him out, when a dark figure came into view. I looked up and there was a man with some bodyguards behind him. I straightened up and took a cloth from Nick, wiping the blood from my fist

-"It's because I've come to offer you a deal. I hope we can both agree"- the man said.

-"Why should I accept a deal from someone I don't know and a place I run?"- I questioned.

-"Because… you won't be able to refuse it"- he took a step forward. I felt Nick approach me, in case something happened "Carlo Morrone, by the way. Let's have a chat, Sebastian"-

How the hell did he know who I am? I looked at the bastard who was still on the ground, he would have given me away. Morrone moved slightly out of the way. Why was that last name familiar to me? I followed him into a more private room with Nick still close behind me. As I sat down, the name came to me. I just read it, on my phone.

Morrone was the husband of (y/n)

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[y/n Pov]:

I finally got back to my apartment, after hours of talking to those girls. I guess they just wanted to know about me and what exactly my intentions were. Which one, I still had no idea. I needed a job to pay my bill and then figure out what I can do with my life. I wanted a fresh start from him, that's why I ran away. He didn't want anyone to know who he really was. Running away was the best.

I fumbled for my keys, before putting them in the lock and turning the key to open the door. The door burst open, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I threw my keys on the kitchen counter, kicked off my shoes, and lay down on the couch. Putting my arm over my head and closing my eyes for a while to rest.

I guess I fell asleep, because I woke up to the buzzing of my cell phone. I held it close to my face and saw a number I didn't recognize. I replied kindly, but with a tired voice. The voice on the other end was from Scarlett, the first girl I met at the club.

-"No… I was just resting, what can I do for you, Scarlett?"- I waited for her to finish to continue talking -"This Saturday? Of course, I can do that. Do I need to wear clothes or costumes?"- she answered with a no, which for me was a good thing. I didn't exactly have the money for that - "ok, I'll see you on Saturday night then" -

I hung up. I got my first template on Saturday. Scarlett never told me what she would be doing, now that I think about it. I tried calling back but it didn't even dial thanks to her being an unknown number. I threw it on the sofa and sat down.

I looked at the time, half past seven. I slept for hours. I rubbed my eyes and managed to get up from the couch and go into the kitchen to see what I could do. As if listening, my stomach made that rumbling noise.

Watching a show, I sat down to eat what was left, it wasn't going to fill me up, but hopefully after Saturday night I'll have the money I need to buy real food.

After putting everything away and washing the plate and fork, I went to change into my pajamas. Scrubbing and washing my face, as I do every night, I jumped into bed. Scrolling through instagram to find information about the place I'm currently working at and what I can expect from it. Apparently nightclubs are a big hit, but the one I'm working on had a 5-star rating and it wasn't all male.

Scrolling through the images, I noticed two men shaking hands and smiling in one of the photos. Although I wasn't sure about one of them, I did know briefly who the other was. He was the man I sat with on the plane. Christopher…

"Now, it makes sense. He was one of those guys who likes to spend money on women instead of just being with one"- disgusting.

I turned off my cell phone and put it on the nightstand before covering myself with a blanket and turning onto my left side to fall asleep. Now I hope I never meet this man again. And I hope I never run into him at the club.

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[luckydiorxoxo]

Sexy Sebastian Tuesday 🤎🔥

#sebatian stan

[ladychlo]

Obssesed with Sebastian stan just deciding to do his own theme and showed up like a fushia highlighter

#sebatian stan #met gala