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Bucky Barnes imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 2

AN: I’m splitting episode 3 into two chapters because so much happens.

Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.

In this chapter: Despite your protests, Bucky seeks out Zemo (Based on S1 EP3)

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 5,196

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3, violence, strong language.

You watched Bucky as he sat beside you on the aircraft.

“Do you mind?” Bucky’s side eye didn’t make you look away.

“I’m just trying to see what’s going through that head of yours.” You confessed. You were all on your way to Germany to visit Zemo. It wasn’t a plan you were happy with but it was the plan.

“Don’t bother.” Bucky frowned, looking down at his hands on his lap. “And don’t ask me if I think this is a good idea again.”

“I wasn’t going to ask that.” You turned away from the man.

“What was it then?” Bucky asked.

“I was going to ask if you were sure you wanted to do this.” It was another question you had already asked 20 times or more but you couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of anxiety about this trip.

“She has a right to be worried, Buck. The last time you were alone with Zemo, you ended up putting (Y/n) through three windows.” Sam reminded you both of what happened the last time you were in Berlin.

“It won’t happen this time.” Bucky tried to reassure you both but you still felt uneasy.

After another hour or so Sam announced that you were almost there.

It was a short drive to the prison from the airport but once you were inside, you felt your chest begin to tighten again.

“He’s just through that corridor.” The German guard gestured up ahead and that’s when Bucky stopped you.

“Alright. Give us a sec.” Bucky instructed the security guard before turning to you and Sam. “I’m gonna go in alone.”

“Why?” Sam asked,

“You’re Avengers. You know how he feels about that.” Bucky said as he looked between the two of you.

“It’s not like you two were known for frolickin’ in the sun together.” Sam felt he needed to remind Bucky of the past again. However, Bucky stood his ground.

“He was obsessed with HYDRA. We have a history together. Trust me. I got it.”

“Buck...” You started,

“I got it.” He repeated himself before you could say anything else.

You watched Bucky head through the doors alone.

“Let’s wait outside. This place gives me the creeps.” Sam encouraged you to follow him to which you didn’t do without hesitation.

Sam brought you a hot drink as you sat on a bench outside.

“I forgot how worried he can make you.” Sam admitted as he sat down beside you.

“I’ve seen what he went through, Sam. All of it leading up to Zemo. I just... I don’t want it happening to him again.” You knew you couldn’t explain the extent of why you cared for Bucky.

“You love him.” Sam said. It wasn’t a question but rather a statement. “I can see it clear as day. Anyone could if they stuck around long enough.”

“Why are you bringing this up, Sam?” You sighed, looking away from him.

“Because it’s also obvious that he loves you too. You run around driving each other crazy with worry but you have none of the good stuff that comes with being in love with someone.”

“What do you know about love, Don Juan?” You chuckled as you tried to lighten the tone.

“I know it when I see it.” Sam smiled but there was a sadness behind his eyes.

“Things are complicated, Sam.” You muttered, “You already know that.”

“Well I also think that if Bucky got some he’d be a whole lot less angsty all the damn time.” You knew Sam only said it to make you laugh but you still gave him a whack for the comment.

“Shut up, Sam.” You shook your head, trying not to smile at the inappropriate comment.

Sam kept you entertained by a couple of silly games of rock, paper, scissors before Bucky returned.

“Come on, I got some information. We gotta go.” Bucky hurried you and Sam along.

“Just like that?” You were surprised that Zemo even spoke to Bucky at all.

“A location. I’ll explain everything once we get there.” Bucky wasn’t giving you much information and it was making you a little suspicious.

“Hey, hey, hey...” Sam ran after Bucky, stopping him. “You gotta give us a little more than that.”

“Zemo agreed to help us after hearing that there were more super soldiers. It was his life ambition to stop the winter soldier programme and he’s given us a lead.” Bucky explained.

“And you’re just gonna trust his word?” You probed.

“There’s not much else we can do.” Bucky did make a point.

It didn’t take long to reach the large warehouse/garage that Bucky wanted to go to.

Bucky on the way had started rambling about breaking Zemo out of jail in order to help you guys which sounded ridiculous to you.

“Tell me you’re joking, Buck.” You pleaded, unsure whether he had lost his mind entirely.

“He’s our best shot at finding who is making the serum and he’d be a lot more useful out than in.” Bucky opened the door to the building and you followed him inside.

“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail? Where are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?” Sam was just as lost as you were as he shot questions at Bucky.

“We have no leads, no moves, nothing.” Bucky sighed as you made your way in with your flashlights.

“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.” Sam argued.

“We also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose.” Bucky retorted.

“Anyway, I thought this was a lead?” You tried to look around but the place was badly lit. There were mainly mechanic tools and lots of storage scattered around.

“It’s complicated.” Bucky frowned.

“What’s complicated is Zemo. He’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offence.” Sam shone his flashlight at Bucky as he spoke.

“Offence.” Bucky didn’t look impressed as he found the light switch. “Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code.”

“I’ve been on the wrong side of that code and so have you. He blew up the UN, he killed King T’Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It’s a rhetorical question. They didn’t. I know why this matters to you, but it’s pushing you off the deep end.” Sam stepped closer to Bucky. You couldn’t deny that Sam had a point. Zemo was the one who tore the avengers apart by framing Bucky. “We don’t know how they’re gettin’ the serum. We don’t even know how many of them there are.” Bucky couldn’t give up. “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I?”

“What did you do?” Sam narrowed his eyes at Bucky.

You were busy looking inside the car that was revealed by the lights coming on.

“I didn’t do anything.” Bucky shook his head before he continued with his ‘hypothetical’.

“The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it’s nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”

“So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment? Who knows?” Sam questioned.

“There could be many reasons…” Bucky shrugged. “But the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two.

At this point, you stopped looking around and looked over at Bucky with your arms across your chest. You weren’t liking how thought out this plan was sounding.

“And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated someone could use the chaos to their advantage.” Bucky continued.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural. Are you… And where are we, man?” Sam gestured around the place with confusion locked on his face.

“Bucky, I’m with Sam on this one. I’ve got a bad feeling and–––” A door opening behind you cut you short.

You turned around to see Zemo walk through the plastic door curtains.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sam jumped forward instructively. Bucky managed to stop him but he didn't stop you.

You rushed towards Zemo and held the tip of one of your knives to his Adams apple as he held his hands up.

“What are you doing here?” Sam shouted at Zemo before snapping back to Bucky.

“I didn’t tell ’cause I knew you wouldn’t let this happen.” Bucky admitted.

“What did you do?” Sam pointed at Zemo in shock.

“We need him.” Bucky stated to which you chuckled harshly, pressing your knife a little harder.

“You’re going back to prison!” Sam called over.

“If I may..? “ Zemo tried to speak but you all shut him up with a unanimous ‘No.’

“Apologies.” Zemo mumbled.

“(Y/n), put the knife down.” Bucky came towards you and wrapped his hand round your wrist. “Please?”

You did. Slowly.

“Look, when Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me. I’m asking you to do it again.” Bucky looked back and forth from you to Sam.

“I really think I’m invaluable.” Zemo spoke again.

“Shut up.” You rose the knife again to which Zemo took a step back and pretended to zip his mouth shut.

“Okay.” Sam sighed after a moment of contemplation. “If we do this, you don’t make a move without our permission.”

“Fair.” Zemo nodded.

“Bucky... You understand what this means right? If they find out we took Zemo, specifically you. We’ll be on the run again and I don’t know if there will be a pardon this time either.” The concern in your eyes made Bucky frown.

“It’ll be alright. He's the only shot we got to stop these guys.” Bucky wasn’t sure if he believed his own words but he was praying that this was the best thing to do.

“Alright.” You turned to Zemo. “So where do we start?”

Zemo gestured for you to follow him before taking you into another dark room. You kept your knife in your hand just in case.

He reached for the light switch to reveal a mass of classic cars.

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam cocked his eyebrow at the impressive collection.

“These are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once it’s out there, someone can create an army of people… like the Avengers.” Zemo entered one of the cars and pulled out a bag. “I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, we’ll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.”

“Well, join the party. We’ve already started.” Sam told the man.

“First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Zemo took his bag and headed into another room.

“Jesus... How big is this place?” You looked around to see it was full of clothes.

“First I change and then we head to Selby.” Zemo placed the bag down before filing through one if the rails of clothes.

“How are we supposed to get anywhere with Zemo on our hands? We can’t exactly call Torres and ask for a ride but please ignore the fugitive that’s coming with us.” You looked between the boys.

“I will get us there.” Zemo told you.

“Great.” You pressed a fake smile onto your face which Zemo chose not to acknowledge.

Before you knew it you were at the airport at Zemo’s private jet.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam’s eyes went wide at the sight of the plane.

“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” Zemo spoke as if it was well known information. You felt a pang hit you in the chest, it happened every time you thought of Sokovia... it was guilt.

You watched Zemo greet an elderly man in a suit before you entered the jet.

You sat furtherest away from Zemo, still feeling very uncomfortable about him being free and under your custody.

You watched him sip on a glass of champagne like he had no worries in the world.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell. Oh. That’s right you do.” Zemo reminded you of the time Tony had locked a lot of the avengers up.

“Why don’t you tell us about where we’re going?” Sam suggested.

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?”

Before you could blink, Bucky had lunged forward and taken Zemo by the neck.

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky kept hold of Zemo for a second longer before sitting back down. You had fought the urge to get up and take hold of his arm to calm him down.

"I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Zemo made no attempt at a sincere apology for the invasion of privacy.

“Don’t push it.” Bucky warned him.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?” Sam smiled as he thought back on the memory.

“I like ’40s music, so…” Bucky shrugged.

“You didn’t like it?” Sam seemed more shock to hear this than when he saw Zemo.

“I liked it.” Bucky proclaimed.

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Even Zemo had to get involved.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.” Sam turned back to Bucky after giving side eye to Zemo.

“I like Marvin Gaye.” Bucky repeated.

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.” Sam couldn’t drop it but you didn’t bother getting involved.

You looked at the book in Bucky’s hands. You knew Steve had given it to him before but seeing it again after all this time brought up a hundred thoughts. You remembered the many things you had told Steve to watch or eat or listen to like ABBA, Mochi ice cream and pranking him by suggesting the twilight movie as must see.

“You must have really looked up to Steve.” Zemo mentioning Steve made you look up again. “But I realised something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.”

“Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam warned him.

“They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?” Zemo looked over at Bucky. “As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? That is why we’re going to Madripoor.”

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam asked but you already knew of Madripoor. Anyone with links to the underworld of crime knew of Madripoor.

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky informed him.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo looked down at his duffel bag of clothes that you had watched him pack before.

“What do you mean by that?” You finally chimed into the conversation.

“James will have to retake the person of the Winter Soldier. You both will have a role to play also.” Zemo explained, turning to face you as you sat in the chair by the back wall of the jet.

“Bucky, can I speak to you privately?” You looked past Zemo to Bucky. Bucky gave you a look to ask where would you go so you stood and opened the cabin toilets door.

Bucky huffed before following you in.

“Bucky I’m not okay with this.” You whispered as you pressed yourself up against the wall so you could try and fit both you and Bucky a little more comfortably.

“This isn’t up to you.” Bucky sighed.

“Everything about this situation is making every nerve in my body scream this is a bad idea.” You folded your arms across your chest as you stared up at Bucky.

“How many times do I have to tell you that this is the only plan we got?”

“I don’t trust him.” You kept your voice low as you threw your hand up in the direction of the door.

“Do you trust me?” Bucky asked.

“I’m starting to question it.” You muttered.

Bucky just stared at you in response.

“Yes, I trust you.” You grumbled, caving in.

“Anyway I have you if things go bad.” Bucky tried to make light of the situation but you weren't impressed.

You left the bathroom and remained silent until you drew closer to Madripoor.

Upon your arrival in Madripoor, you were handed some clothes to change into.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You held up the small material dress that you were meant to wear.

“I had to choose a disguise that would cover your face. Too many people here would know you from your days before the avengers and after.” Zemo defended his choice of ‘costume’ for you.

“So I’m assassin barbie?” You scoffed before taking to the bathroom to change.

You slid on the black leather playsuit and boots, along with the mask that Zemo gave you.

You felt exposed and uncomfortable. You managed to hide a few knives in your boots and you slid on a thigh holster to hold some more to make you feel like you were protected at least.

“Loose the knives.” Zemo instructed.

“Are you serious?” You were growing more agitated by the minute with this man.

“You are playing an escort. You can’t have knives on show.” Zemo pointed to your holster.

You bit down on your cheek as you removed it.

“Fine.” You then left the plane to Sam and Bucky waiting outside. Bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight of you but he tried to hide it by clearing his throat and looking away.

“We have to fix this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam was wearing a red patterned suit and chains. He didn’t look too bad in it either.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” Zemo handed Sam his phone revealing a picture of Conrad Mack.

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam took the phone and looked down at the picture.

“(Y/n) is playing your partner for the night. Conrad is known for his appreciation for the finer things in life and often has a woman on his arm Therefore, (Y/n), you must be attached to Sam’s hip the entire night.” Zemo filled you all in on the reason behind your disguise.

“Excuse me, what?” Bucky almost choked at the idea of you having to be Sam’s woman for the night.

“Well it is the only disguise that makes sense. She can’t be your girlfriend as you are the Winter Soldier. She can’t be mine as everyone knows I am loyal to my wife. She has to be the smiling tigers current whore.”

“Watch your mouth.” Bucky hissed.

“We all must play a part.” Zemo defended his choice of words. “You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam asked.

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error. High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.” Zemo gestured across the city as a car approached you all.

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” You sighed as Zemo opened the car door for you.

“Not if we want the answers we are looking for.” Zemo climbed into the car after you and then the boys followed.

It didn't take too long to find the way to low town. You had been to Madripoor before but it had been years ago.

You did as you were ordered when you all exited Zemo’s car. You stuck by Sam, walking in the middle of Sam and Bucky.

The air wasn’t cold but it felt thick, you could feel it sticking to your bare skin which gave you the desperate urge to take a long shower.

“Here we are.” Zemo had brought you to a bar. It was busy and filled with a lot of men.

“Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?” You heard Zemo ask Bucky in Russian.

You heard whispers around you questioning if Bucky was who everyone thought he was. It made your gut clench with nerves but you didn’t let it show.

“Hello, gentlemen. Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.” The bartender greeted Sam and Zemo but barely brushed a glance over you.

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.” Zemo spoke for Sam. You then felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist. You leaned into him, batting your eyelashes first at Sam and then the bartender.

“The usual?” The bartender asked Sam. He nodded, afraid that if he spoke then it would give away the facade.

You were thankful you were wearing a face mask when you saw the drink made for the Smiling Tiger. You grimaced at the dead snake being cut open and then again when one of its organs was dropped into Sam’s shot.

“Ah, Smiling Tiger. Your favourite.” Zemo picked up his own drink as he looked down at Sam’s.

“I love these.” Sam forced himself to speak.

“Cheers, Conrad.” Zemo and Sam touched glasses before Sam hesitantly shot back the drink. You could tell Bucky enjoyed watching that.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.” A man suddenly approached from behind and tapped Zemo on the shoulder. You felt Sam’s grip on you tighten protectively.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo held his hand out to show his new bodyguard.

“New haircut?” The stranger looked Bucky up and down.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo gave him the other option. The man retreated.

“A power broker? Really?” Bucky spoke once the stranger had left.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam asked.

“Only by reputation.” Zemo admitted honestly.

“In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner. You can’t visit low town without appearing on his radar.” You spoke up as you let yourself look around the room and take in just how many threats were around.

“And you know this why?” Sam looked down at you. He must've forgotten your past.

“I was a free agent before the Avengers. I've been here undercover a few times especially when I was a young teenager. Surprise Surprise evil guys like little girls.” You kept quiet in case anyone around was listening.

Zemo suddenly spoke a command for Bucky in Russian once again and that’s when another stranger put his hands on Zemo.

You watched Bucky follow orders and he didn’t hold back.

He grabbed hold of the strangers wrist and pulled him off Zemo before attacking him and several others around.

You took notice of those around with their phones out. Cameras...

You went to step forward when you felt Sam squeeze your side. He gave you a look that told you no.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo muttered to you and Sam. You wanted to punch him.

Bucky slammed another man onto the bar and that’s when you heard the wave of guns cocking.

Sam took hold of Bucky’s arm when Zemo told him to stay in character.

Instead Zemo told Bucky to stand down once you were informed you could see Selby.

Sam took hold of you hand and dragged you along side him as you all left the bar.

“She isn’t welcome.” One of the guards stopped you before you could enter the room.

“Excuse me?” Sam scoffed at the guard. “She’s with me and so she is welcome.”

“Let her in!” You heard an English accent call from ahead.

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” Selby was an older woman with a white pixie cut and a sly grin. Sam remained stood and so did Bucky but Sam had commanded you to take a seat next to Zemo.

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo was impressing you by how cool he was playing this. It also worried you.

“A lot has changed since you were here last. By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?“ Selby asked.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby ignored Zemo as she eyed up Sam.” What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”Zemo had risen from his seat and held Bucky by the chin.

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank...Or condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.” Selby fed you what she knew.

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo questioned.

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.” Selby pushed herself from her seat and walked across the room.

That’s when Sam’s mobile went off.

“Answer it. On speaker.” Selby ordered. The gun behind Sam made him pull out his phone.

“Hello?” He answered.

“Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation. It’s been drivin’ me nuts.” A woman’s voice came through.

“What situation exactly are you talkin’ about?” Sam tried his best to keep up his persona.

“Are you high? You know what situation, it’s the only situation me and you have.” The woman’s attitude was not helping Sam’s case.

“What situation, Sarah? Say it.” Sam demanded.

“The damn boat. And watch your tone. Okay? I let you slide at the bank.” Sarah snapped back.

“The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much...” Sam chuckled. “Yeah, they’ll come around.”

“If that was the case, then why’d they dog you out, Big Time?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah, you damn right I’m Big Time. You’ll see when I have that banker killed.” Sam tried to seem intimidating but at that moment you knew you were screwed. You reached down into your boot to take a knife just in case.

“Cass! What’d I tell you about the Cheerios? I don’t have time for this! Sam, I’m sorry. I’ll call you back.” Sarah had used Sam’s name and that was the end of it.

“Sam? Who’s Sam?” Selby looked pissed. “Kill them!” She ordered but before her hired men could react, a bullet came through the window and shot Selby down.

You snatched two knives from your boot and sent them into the guard behind Sam.

Bucky immediately reacted with taking out the other guard.

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” You took the knives from the body as the boys took the guns.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” Zemo’s order made the boys put their guns down but you just wiped your knives and placed them back in your boot.

You left the club in a hurry. Text chimes went off around you and you knew the power broker had seen what happened.

You were well and truly fucked.

“This is not good.” Zemo’s last words before the shooting started.

You took off alongside Bucky and Sam, cursing the fact that Zemo had put you in the most uncomfortable shoes on the planet.

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam shouted which almost made you laugh.

“Down here!” You took a turn into an alley to get off the road as two mopeds appeared behind you.

Before you could spin around to fight, a shooter had taken them out.

“You seem to have a guardian angel.” Zemo looked just. as confused you felt. You weren’t aware you knew anyone who was in Madripoor at the moment.

“Well, this is too perfect. Drop it, Zemo.” A familiar face soon revealed itself from the shadows.

“Sharon?” Sam furrowed his brow at the woman.

“You cost me everything.” Sharon ignore Sam as she spoke to Zemo.

“Sharon, wait. Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.” Sam stepped ahead of Zemo to protest him.

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.”Sharon glowered at the four of you.

“So what are you doing here?” Bucky asked the question on everyones mind.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, so that you could save him from him. I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up. So I’m off the grid in Madripoor.” Sharon informed you.

“Don’t blow smoke. Both (Y/n) and I were on the run, too.” Sam didn't bother with feeling pity.

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore. I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.” Sharon shot back.

“Listen, Sharon, we need your help.” Bucky interrupted her before she could say anything else.

“Please.” You added. You and Sharon were friendly for a time before the world went to hell. You figured she’d help you at least.

“This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You’ll be safe there for a while.” Sharon sighed, giving in and lowering her gun.

“Thank you.” You pressed a small smile onto your face but Sharon didn’t reciprocate.

She managed to get you to a car safely and you headed out of low town for the night.

(PART 3 HERE)

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bluevxnus · 3 years

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Bucky is a meme

Now in a better quality

Edit: The alternative title is Bucky is scared of another senior citizen

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jbreenr · 3 years

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“The world is upside-down. People need something to get behind. They need a symbol.”

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Credit:- @sombernihility on Instagram

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starryevermore · 3 years

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queen of hearts ✧ bucky barnes

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once again, everyone go thank @rebelemilu for this

pairing: chubby mob!bucky barnes x fem dom!reader

summary: the big man in brooklyn bows down to only one person.

word count: 1,608

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, all porn no plot, chubby subby mob bucky, bucky in panties, mommy kink, breeding kink, slight bondage (hands tied to headboard), oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex

James “Bucky” Barnes was the most powerful man in all of Brooklyn. People feared him, his name, what he could do. The mythos surrounding him was almost as great as the things he’d actually done. Few people had ever seen the man, but everyone knew what he had done. He was cold, he was calculating, he was ruthless. Or, at least, that’s what he wanted people to think. In his line of work, he had to command respect. He had to rule with an iron fist. Make sure nobody stepped out of line. But outside of work? In the bedroom? There was one person he’d answer to, one person he’d do anything for.

And that’s why, when you’d told him that you wanted him to wear a pair of your pretty lace panties while he worked, he couldn’t tell you “no”. He lived to make you happy, to make sure you had anything and everything you wanted. And if that meant wearing your panties while he ran Brooklyn? Well, then that was the way it had to be.

That didn’t mean that wasn’t hard, though. Bucky was painfully aware that he was wearing your panties, the material brushed up against his cock so deliciously. Every time he shut his eyes, he envisioned you on top of him, grinding against the silky material while you murmured your dirty little fantasies in his ear. By the time the day had ended, he was practically racing home so that could finally have your way with him.

You were already waiting in the bedroom when he came in, his eyes wild as he searched for you. You had been standing at the vanity, clasping a pretty silver necklace he’d gotten you around your neck, but you turned when you heard him come in. You smirked when you saw him, your voice sultry as you asked, “Well, well, well, looks like someone’s a bit needy right now.”

“Please.” It was all he could say. His brain had short-circuited the moment he saw you. All he could think about was you, your sweet pussy, and the pleasure only you could bring him.

“Please what?” you asked as he stumbled forward, kicking the door shut behind him. You met him halfway, stopping just in front of him. “What do you want, baby boy?”

“You,” he begged. “Just you. Want you and wanna make you happy. Please.”

“Yeah? You wanna make me happy? That mean you’re gonna give me a baby?” you asked, palming his hardened cock through his trousers.

“Give you anything you want,” he groaned. “Please, just wanna feel you.”

“Mm, but have you been a good boy? Done what I asked?” You smirked as he let out a low whine. “Did you wear my panties like a good boy? Do your dirty work in mommy’s panties?”

He nodded quickly.

“Yeah? You be a big boss man while wearing my panties?” You smirked, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. “Oh, if only they all knew how their big strong boss bowed down to me. Think they’d still respect you then?”

“If they knew how good you are, then they’d understand,” he mumbled, pulling your hand down to his face and rubbing his cheek against your open palm.

“Yeah? That right? If I’m so good then, I bet my baby boy can’t wait to be buried inside me, yeah?”

He nodded quickly, reaching out to grab you and pull off the pretty red dress you were wearing.

“Mm, but first you’re gonna eat mommy out, yeah?” you hummed, slipping out of his hold and moving across the room, taking a seat in your favorite plush chair. You opened your legs, revealing your bare pussy, your hand slipping between your legs as you played with your clit. “Gonna make me repeat myself, baby boy?”

He shook his head quickly, stumbling over until he was knelt in front of you. He gently nudged your hand away from your clit, his lips immediately latching on it as he sucked. Your hand flew to his hair, tugging on the roots and you moaned loudly. He quickly abandoned your clit, shoving his tongue past your wet folds and lapping up your juices.

“Shit, baby,” you moaned. “Gonna make mommy come. You wanna make mommy cum?”

That only spurred him on, his tongue working faster until you were screaming as you came. When his head popped out from between your legs, his face wet with your slick, you couldn’t help but coo, “Aw, baby boy, you did so good. C’mere, give mommy a kiss.”

Bucky pushed himself up, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue slipping past your lips so that you could have a taste of the sweet meal he’d been treated with.

You moaned as you pulled away, looking at him with the utmost love. “Go ahead and strip, baby boy, then get on the bed. Do it just how mommy likes it.”

He nodded, tugging at his tie until it fell to the floor. His fingers fumbled over the buttons of his white button down. You cooed at his struggled, coming up to your feet and moving in front of him. Your nimble fingers undid the buttons with ease, your eyes lighting up as you revealed his soft belly. Bending over, you pressed sloppy kisses to his tummy, mumbling how much you loved it between your kisses. Bucky fought the urge to grab at your hair, knowing that he wasn’t to touch you without permission.

“Think you can get your pants off, baby boy, or do you need your mommy’s help?” When he could only whine in response, you smirked and grabbed at his belt, unfastening it, before undoing his pants and pushing them down his legs along with your now ruined panties. His cock stood at attention, precum leaking from its tip, and you couldn’t wait to get it inside you. “Mm, get on the bed, and then the real fun can begin.”

He stumbled over to the bed, placing himself in the center, sinking into the soft pillows you insisted upon decorating the bed with. His arms immediately went up as you followed closely, slipping onto his lap, brushing up against his cock. He whimpered at the contact, squeezing his eyes shut as you took one of his wrists and trapping it inside you’d attached to either bedpost before doing the same with the other. You sat back, admiring the masterpiece that was a desperate Bucky. You were the only one that could do this to him. You were the only one who could make him react like this. And you were proud of the power you held over him.

Oh, you were so drunk on power as you pulled your dress over your head, revealing that you’d been totally naked underneath. Bucky’s eyes lit up, groaning at the thought that you’d allow yourself to be so readily available.

You scooted back, settling between his legs and grasped his cock with one hand, stroking it as you licked up the precum around the tip. He groaned, bucking his hips. You didn’t too much time teasing him, desperate for your own release. You swallowed his cock down your throat, letting the tip hit the back of your throat before you began bobbing your head up and down. Moving your hand to tug at his balls, you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock before deepthroating him once more. But, as he moaned that he was close, you pulled off of him with a quiet pop! as you pushed yourself back at.

“Nuh uh,” you said, wagging your finger at his teary eyes. “Can’t waste a single drop. You said you wanna give mommy a baby, yeah? Then you better give mommy everything you got.”

You moved up, your pussy brushing up against his cock again before you grasped it, guiding it past your folds. You sank down, letting out a loud moan as he filled you. Once he was fully sheathed, your hands settled on his chest as you began to rock back and forth.

“Shit, this feels so fucking good,” you groaned. “You make mommy feel so fucking good.”

“Please, shit, please mommy,” he begged, his eyes screwing shut.

“Please, what, baby boy?” you cooed, your fingernails raking down his chest. “Use your big boy words and mommy will give you whatever you want.”

“Please, wanna come, wanna give mommy a baby, wanna make mommy happy,” he whined.

“Yeah? You wanna give mommy a baby? Wanna make me all round and swollen with your baby? Wanna make my tits all big and have ‘em leaking?” You bounced faster, your head falling back as he thrust his hips up. “Then come, baby boy. Make mommy the happiest woman alive.”

He came with a shout, you feeling his cum painting your walls. You kept bouncing, one of your hands slipping down to play with your clit while you chased your own orgasm. You weren’t far behind, falling forward onto his chest as the coil snapped. Panting, you remained still for a moment, Bucky’s cock still perfectly snug inside you before you leaned up, reaching over to release his hands. Immediately, they wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Did I make mommy happy?” he asked, his voice soft.

You looked up at him, smiling. “Yeah, you made mommy happy. Now rest up, baby boy. We’ll give you a lil break before we start again, yeah? Don’t want you leavin’ this bed til I got my baby.”

“Anything to make my queen happy,” he whispered, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Anything.”

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nevenabadr · 3 years

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theladyscarlettt · 3 years

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Petals (pt.1)

*I have returned and I bring with me a Bucky x Reader mini series. This takes place during #TFATWS. Also, this is a bit lighter (yet darker) than my regular stuff. Not fluff but sweet because god knows Bucky deserves to be happy every now and then. Also, this does have references to the X-Men comics and WandaVision*

-The Lady Scarlettt

Synopsis: Madripoor had everything you needed to forget your past, and everything you needed to lose your future.

Part Warnings: suggestive scenes, language, mentions of mutilation

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Sunlight caught the blinds in a dance of shadows. Her eyes twitched with the familiar warmth of the morning star across her face. She slowly opened her eyes taking in the sight of their small room. It was bland and empty, just like their luck in finding Karli. (For a girl to be everywhere, she was also nowhere.)

A grunt came from across the room, she sat up in the stiff bed to find Bucky lying on the floor with a blanket barely clinging to his sweaty body. She let out a soft sigh and rubbed her eyes. While he was capable of so much, she found it heartbreaking he had so little, it broke her to see him robbed of even the simplest of things such as rest and a bed. She pulled on his black tee shirt from the night before and snuck over to sit beside him. She watched as his eyes darted side to side behind his dark eye lids. If he didn’t sleep well before, he surely didn’t now with the constant traveling, search for Karli, run in with America’s Next Top Asshole and the literal cause of his night terrors in the next room.

“Did you know it’s considered an invasion of privacy to watch someone while they’re asleep.” Bucky grumbled, his eyes still closed.

“Good thing you weren’t asleep then.” she stated.

A slight smirk tugged on his lips, “Did you sleep well?”

“I would have slept better if my pillow didn’t wonder off in the middle of the night.” she teased.

He opened one eye to look up at her, “Sorry.”

She only smiled sweetly, her hand finding its way to his stubbled cheek. “You really need a razor.”

He grabbed her wrist pulling her down to him, and began to nuzzle her neck with his chin.

She gagged at the sensation, “Ugh- for an old man you really behave like a child- hey!” In one swift motion he was on top of her tickling her neck.

“Stop. Stop it.” She hissed as she playfully swat at him to get off her. He chuckled and leaned back still, straddling her waist.

“You have so much energy in the mornings for literally no reason,” she groaned, rubbing her lightly burned skin.

He leaned down to her, a smirk on his lips, “I can come up with a few, if you’d like.”

She rolled her eyes, even though her cheeks began to flush, “Knock it off.”

He made a tch sound with his teeth, and sat back up.

She smiled and sat up on her knees, her hands clasping behind his neck, a finger twirling the slightly grown out hair. He leaned into her, looking up at her from where he sat, a sad expression came across his face.

“What is it?” she asked, rubbing her nails lazily through his thick hair.

“I just,” he sighed trying to find his words, “I want to stay with you, but I just can’t make myself. I’m afraid of what I might do, if I stay too long.”

She tilted her head, searching his eyes, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t want to have an episode at night and lash out. Sometimes they feel so real and I get can’t control myself and the last thing I want to do is hurt you and-”

“Hey, Hey, Hey” she interrupted, “Look at me.” She lifted his face up to hers, “Look at me, you could never do anything to hurt me. I know you don’t trust yourself sometimes, but I trust you and I know you. I’m not afraid of the ‘what if’s.” Please, hear me when I say, I want you to let me in, I want to be apart of this, all of it. I want to help you Bucky, but I can only go as far as you’ll let me. And if it takes time, ok but it’s going to take more than a nightmare to make me go anywhere. Ok?”

He stared at her for a long time, a blank expression on his face. She couldn’t tell if she had overstimulated him with her cheesiness or he simply was dead.

“Bucky? If I’m overstepping, I understand-”

He abruptly wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her small figure to his. She melted into his touch, just as she had the first time he held her. They stayed like that for awhile until she heard him whisper.

“I love you.”

She smiled against his cool skin, “I love you too.”

He brought her face up to meet his and kissed her softly. His lips were always so soft and warm, something you wouldn’t expect. His thumb made tiny circles along her jaw, as she kissed him back. His hand slowly snaked their way down to her thigh where he pulled her onto his lap. She subconsciously, wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back pulling him upward slightly. He held her thigh with one hand and reclined back with the metal one, smiling into her touch. She pushed forward as he pushed back, every kiss becoming more passionate than the last. She pulled at his hair, causing a longing moan to escape from his lips, exposing his neck. She began to place light kisses along side his neck, his breathing became deep as he massaged her thigh in return.

He flipped over, now pressing her back against the ground, topping her. He kissed her back deeply, his tongue becoming well acquainted with her mouth. One hand began to find its way in between her thighs.

Her eyes snapped open, “James.” She grabbed his hand, “It is 4 in the morning.” She hissed.

“HELL YEAH IT’S 4 IN THE GODDAMN MORNING!” Sam blurted out from the next room.

Bucky buckled forward burrowing his head in her neck holding back his horror.

“Shit,” Her face became the next 50 shades of red, as she covered her mouth with her hand to prevent a wave of uncomfortable laughter.

“HERE I THOUGHT AT 11pm I WOULD GET MY BEAUTY SLEEP BUT NOOOO. IF I HEAR THAT DAMN SHIT AGAIN I WILL COME IN THERE AND BEAT BOTH OF YALL’S NASTY ASSES.”

There was a moment of silence as the two looked between each other with mischievous smiles. He rolled his eyes and licked his lips knowingly. She let out a staged moan loud enough to be heard from outside.

“Fuck. Y/N.” Bucky grunted, his face tinted trying to remain collected. She covered her face with her hands moaning back at him.

Seeing her smile only made Bucky ham it up more as he began slapping his hand on the floor to create more of a scene to which she erupted in a fit of choked laughter. Sam yelled something from the other room about Jesus Christ and Sin. Bucky stood up with that smug look on his face, as he did whenever he won at annoying Sam Wilson. He gave her his hand and hauled her off the ground with barely any effort.

She finally settled down from laughing and looked at him, “I think we should do that more often.”

“What? Piss off bird boy or have sex?” He asked.

She grinned, “Can it not be both?”

Bucky made a face as if he was scheduling the next when and where.

She gave him a light slap, “Now don’t get cocky about it. Also, you stink. Go take a shower.”

He looked at her offended then gave a sly look, “Or we could ta-“

“No” she snapped like a mother to her child, “Get.”

He held up his hands up in defense, “Alright, Alright, but I’m going to need my shirt back.”

She groaned and peeled off the shirt and tossed it at his face. He pulled the shirt down and gave her a once over, “I like that color” he said inspecting her black laced undergarments.

“Good Lord, Go.” she shoved him towards the bathroom. He chuckled at her and whipped the shirt over his shoulder, sending her a cocky grin as he left the room.

Once the door closed behind him, she let out a sigh and sat on the edge of the bed. A wave of depression washed over her as she longed for the day they could just stay in bed and not battle some end of the world threat. She looked to the blanket on the floor where he slept the night before. He deserved so much more than this. They deserved so much more than this.

She couldn’t lie, after the blip the thought of going off grid looked truly appealing. With Nat, Tony, Vision, Bruce, Wanda, Thor, and Steve gone, the Avengers felt more like a club then an actual organization. While she had always been closer to Sam, Bucky and Steve the hole left behind by the others made it too hard to go on some days. What was the point? Every time something was fixed something worse happened. And they never were thanked properly, only ridiculed by what should have been done, because everyone always expected them to be heroes; yet they never saw they were also human. The only reason she stayed was for Sam and Bucky, they had become her family, especially after Steve’s passing, who was like a father figure to her.

She pushed away the memories that came rushing in. She could not allow herself to get emotional, their job here needed her full attention. She stood and changed into her suit and left the room.

Zemo was reclined on a sofa, drinking a cup of tea. When she entered he gave her a solemn nod. She cringed slightly, the anger at what he did to Bucky and T’Challa creeping back in.

“You’re up early.” She stated flatly.

“Hard to sleep with all the noise.” He shot her a look. “I can start you a kettle if you’d like.”

“Sorry, and no thanks, I got it.” She said. Grabbing a kettle and filling it with water.

Zemo stood, “Do you mind? I’ve read of your powers but never have I seen them.”

She shifted on her feet, “Well, sure but it won’t be a firework show or anything like that. It’s still a new thing to me and I can’t really do much.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?” Zemo asked, approaching her, finding a spot at the bar.

She looked at him as to say something but decided against it. She looked back to the kettle and placed her hands along the side. Zemo watched her every move; observing, analyzing.

She took a deep breath in and reached for a part in her to attract the sensation she feels around her. The kettle began to warm and in a minute it was boiling.

“Fascinating” Zemo whispered, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration.

She poured the steaming hot water into a cup and placed two teabags in it. “See, nothing special.”

Zemo looked at her as if she had said something absurd. “You have a gift.” He countered.

“Feels more like a curse.” She scoffed.

“When did this begin?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I feel like I’ve always had these... these abilities but it wasn’t until after the blip did I truly began to use them.”

“Fascinating.” Zemo repeated.

She pursed her lips, while she loathed everything about Zemo, she couldn’t lie having someone appreciate her abilities felt nice. She normally just felt like a freak, too afraid to show too much emotion, in fear she might lose control.

“Can I have you try something?” Zemo requested.

She scoffed, “Sorry, I don’t feel like playing lab rat today.”

Zemo made a face, “I understand your negative emotions towards me, but to say I have had failures in this field would be an incorrect accusation.”

She rolled her eyes, “Fine. What?”

He leapt off his seat, seemingly excited to play mad scientist again. He fetched a candle from the table and sat it infront of her. She cocked an eyebrow.

“Light it.” He said, gesturing to the wick.

“I- I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Light it.” He repeated, pushing the candle towards her.

She reached to touch the wick but he slapped her hand away.

“Hey!” She blurted out, glaring at him.

“Without touch.” He said calmly.

She looked at him then back to the candle, frustrated.

“Focus on what you wish for it to be, what it will look like, how it will feel.” Zemo coached.

She shifted on her feet again, finding a more comfortable stance. She focused on her breath and stared at the wick.

“Breath in, and when you breath out try to push your energy at it.” Zemo said.

She closed her eyes feeling a tingling sensation around her, she inhaled slowly, feeling the sensation grow. She opened her eyes and focused the sensation onto her target. She heard a crackle sound, as if a fire was trying to start. She looked to Zemo wide eyed, he never looked up.

“Again.” He said, staring at the wick.

She shifted and this time held out her hand. She took a deep breath and this time flicked her hand at the wick on the exhale, a flame consumed the wick and began to slowly burn. She gasped.

“Beautiful.” Zemo smiled.

“Well shit,” a voice was heard. They looked over to see Sam propped alongside a wall. “You got sparkly fingers, Y/N.”

She laughed, delighted in herself, “Did you see it?”

“I saw it.” He smiled.

She looked to Zemo, “How? How did that happen?”

Zemo held out his hand and she reluctantly lended him hers. He flipped her palm up and traced a distinct ‘M’ she never noticed before, with his finger. “You are a mutant. You were born with this gift and just now have discovered it.”

“A mutant.” She echoed. “How do you know?”

“All mutants have the symbol ‘M’ mapped on their palm. Each with a unique ability. Your friend Wanda, she is a mutant as well.”

“There’s more?” She gasped looking at Sam.

“Many more, we walk beside them each day, yet we do not know it.” Zemo said.

She looked back to Zemo, suddenly desperate for knowledge. She knew she had these powers but half the time she felt it was all coincidence, and was honestly too afraid to attempt to use them. Knowing what happened to Wanda.

“I want to know everything, please tell me what you know.” She said.

“Woah, woah. Look, the magic trick was impressive but I don’t think you should be getting your information from him, Y/N.” Sam said walking towards her.

“Sam, he’s the only one I’ve ever met, who knows about this stuff, besides Wanda and I don’t even know where she is.” She protested.

“I assure you I do not intend to mislead-“ Zemo started.

Sam pointed at him, “No. You do not get to say that after all you’ve done. The only thing you do is mislead. Hell, you’ve probably already done something to sabotage the mission.”

“You think so little of me, Sam.” Zemo pouted.

“Yeah, I do and for good reason.” Sam stated.

“Sam,” Y/N started.

“Y/N! Sam!” Bucky’s voice echoed throughout the small apartment.

The two took off in the direction of the noise immediately. They came into the room to find Bucky staring out the window.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, coming to stand beside Bucky. She looked out the window, her eyes widening in horror.

“My god.” Sam uttered.

Outside the window was a some kind of mutilated animal strung upside down. Blood dripped menacingly to the ground below.

“What does it mean?” Sam asked.

“It’s an invitation.” A voice said. The three turned around to find Zemo.

“The Power Broker requests our presence.”

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angelkurenai · 4 years

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Imagine Sebastian organising an event to raise money for a good cause and wanting to ask you, a famous singer and his not-so-secret crush, to sing but being too afraid too. So his manager does so as a surprise for him.

“And are the guests' seats ready? Did you check the numbers once more? Maria told me some of them have brought more than two plus members with them while others barely one, is that going to cause some kind of confusion with the seats?”

Sebastian had to keep himself from running his fingers through his hair for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Not that could get that carried away with the warning looks his manager gave him, seriously how did the man even do that? Every single time, he seemed to appear out of thin air as if he was lurking around every single corner of the huge place just to make sure Sebastian was presentable and had everything under control. Not that part of him wasn't thankful for that too, he more than was. He couldn't look a mess, he was practically the host, organizing everything along with his team, and he had to look his absolute best despite how hard his nerves were making it for him to. It was as expected both exciting, exhilarating even, and nerve wracking to the fullest.

He was happy with how many people had showed up, the vast majority of them celebrities and people with wealth that could really help and a serious amount of money could be raised and a lot people would benefit from that, and of course terrified because of how much organizing the whole event still needed and he wanted everything to be perfect. Had it not been for his manager and friends he didn't know if he'd be able to pull it all off. Especially if they kept running into problems like the one at the moment.

“Everything has been sorted out, sir. It is nothing we had not anticipated, nothing to worry about.” the young woman didn't know the kind of relief her words brought to him but he'd forever be thankful “Tables and numbers set out and are right now being handed to the guests. Once they enter the main dining hall the waiters will escort them slowly but surely.”

“And the food? I have the feeling some arrived earlier, will that be an issue?”

“No, not at all. The first course is being prepared as we speak and by the point everyone's finished with their drinks and gets escorted to their table, it will be ready and in place.” she smiled, her words sounding more melodic than the actual music playing in the background “And we have plenty of time until that happens so if you'd like to, we could go one more time over the details of the auction later? Come in to check if you'd like?”

Sebastian's lips parted, ready to speak, but it wasn't even a few seconds before someone else beat him at it. Whether he was thankful for that or not he still had no idea.

“Only if he wants to be smacked right in the head with a- What's Scarlett's bag? Loui Vuitton? That.” it was no surprise when he turned to see Anthony alongside Chris, giving him a look which he tried to roll his eyes at but failed brushing off.

“Maybe Elizabeth's will do better? Looks heavier and with those stones, it'll hurt worse.” Chris suggested with a smirk, making Anthony nod his head.

“Why don't you try surviving trying to take their purses from them before planning on how to use them as a weapon against me hm?” it didn't mean that a funny banter wouldn't make things better.

“Hey, I ain't gonna need a purse to begin with. If I wanna kick you to get some sense into that brain of yours, I can get creative.” Anthony said casually but truth was that Sebastian could picture all the ways that could go wrong at the moment – because he didn't doubt for a second that he would do as threatened – and he really couldn't afford to.

“Rose, I'll come meet with you later. If you could go find Josh, I'll come find you guys later.” he said to the young woman, who was thankfully fast to nod and get back to work, allowing him to dedicate his full attention to his friends that he realized were not only the two men but were also joined by the two fore-mentioned ladies “I hope you understand I'm doing this only for the sake of my team's efforts and keeping you guys from starting another war in here.”

“Uh technically that would only be him.” Scarlett shrugged, pointing at Chris who rolled his eyes “And I don't think that it was the plan here. You haven't stopped even for five minutes, you know that?”

“I don't understand what you're trying to say, Scarlett.” he mumbled, quickly snatching a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and all in what seemed like a blink of an eye downed more than half of it.

“That.” Elizabeth spoke up “That is what she's trying to say. You've been practically running around non-stop. You need to catch a break, this, after all, is for a good cause and a chance to be around friends. Just relax and enjoy this! You're supposed to feel happy too, not just your guests.”

“She's got a point there. You look like you're on the verge of a beak-down. You haven't stopped to calm down even for five minutes man!” Anthony nearly exclaimed.

“That's nonsense. I have stopped for-” he paused, frowning in thought “I must have-”

“No, no you haven't.” Chris said matter-of-factly “Stop trying to remember a moment, cause there was none. Now however you have it. Cause it's either that or a food war right after the auction is done.”

“Oh speaking of the auction, you organized that too?” Chris asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“All of it, yes. Thankfully that was the easiest part, many of the guests tonight were glad to donate precious pieces they had.”

“You mean you're not one of the pieces too?” Anthony looked at him with all the shock he could muster “Damn, then you're not gonna earn lots of money pal, I'm sorry. Might do something but not much. No, no I'm serious- Imagine what would happen if you actually put yourself up for auction. A night with Sebastian Stan! No, even better, a night in Sebastian Stan's bed. Who wouldn't wanna put money on that?”

Everyone laughed “Sorry to disappoint. I hope they'll earn enough money from the rest. It goes without saying that I'm waiting for you guys to do the same too.” Sebastian gave his friends a look.

“See? Always using me! Whether it be for my money or my body, this man gives no care about what I feel.” Chris said almost a little too seriously, taking a big of his drink and easily making the rest of his friends burst into laughter.

“And that is the first easy smile we see tonight. See what we mean?” Scarlett said with a more soft and even sad smile that Sebastian couldn't help but nod his head at.

“I know an I really appreciate you guys being here for that. It's just until this get a bit more settled that I will be able to fully relax.” he sighed “Besides that, though, how are you guys enjoying the night?”

“I'm not one to easily admit this, but damn you Stan, you've done an incredible job! I'm definitely taking some of this later home, I'm warning you.” Anthony tapped his glass with his drink, making his friend chuckle and nod his head.

“Don't worry, I've got you. I've already made sure to keep a bottle or two for you.”

“No, really, everything's amazing. And we're barely halfway through. I mean-” the smile grew on Chris' lips in a way that Sebastian didn't want to know the meaning behind “Besides the drinks or the décor or everything else, the music is incredible too! You've got some big names singing tonight I see?”

“Yeah uh-” he cleared his throat, playing with his glass for a couple seconds too long “I had a hand in that. Though I mostly just contacted the first singers that came to my mind.”

“Really?” Chris raised an eyebrow, sharing a look with Anthony who was trying to hide his smile behind his drink “Because we haven't see (Y/n) tonight. I mean, I expected it would expect her to be singing the opening songs, and the ones in the middle and the ones in the end. And really this would most likely turn into a small concert.”

“Why would you say-” Sebastian started in a small, low voice, with a frown.

It make Chris scoff and smirk though “Why? Because your playlist consists of only her songs, that's why. I'm surprised you even remembered the names of the singers here tonight enough to call them. To you there is no greatest singer than her!”

“I swear, I came prepared for him to be a mess of nerves because of her but she's not even around!”

“Honestly it would only be hours upon hours upon hours of her on that stage and us listening to her because he'd be too carried away to remember to get her to stop or move on with the event.” Scarlett said with a smirk of her own.

“That is, you mean, if he ever remembered that there are guests in the room. I bet you, he'd just listen to her music and look at her like a lovesick puppy!” Anthony added, making everyone but Sebastian laugh.

“Oh please, he'd forget his own name! There is no way he'd remember why we're here, that's totally irrelevant. No surprise she's not here, would he even know how to speak if he had to ask her?” Elizabeth grinned and the rest laughed once more except Sebastian who pursed his lips.

He could utter a full sentence if he wanted to, thank you very much. After a lot of practice, sure, and he'd definitely need like an hour or so to prepare himself before he called you but he knew he'd be able to do it. Even if he had tried doing so and always backed from the phone every single time. It was better if they didn't know that.

“Forget his name? Maybe forget how to breathe better yet! We'd have to call a freaking ambulance here. He'd never have been this close to her, isn't it?”

“Oh but there was that red carpet, she was standing at the other end and I swear to you when they made eye-contact he almost faint-”

“Hey!” Sebastian exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly but the music was still pleasantly loud enough to cover up for him “Enough, alright? Enough. You've had your fun, even if I don't understand where all this is coming from. I- I don't- That is not how things happened. For one.” he cleared his throat even though a bit awkwardly “And for another, it just... didn't come up. There were other great artists who wanted to be part of this that I thought it would be good to give them a chance. Some of them are new in the business too, it would do good. And besides, you complain that I- I talk too much about her and listen only to her music, that I make you listen to it- Even though you have to admit you like it too. So I thought that maybe I'd do you guys a favor. That's all.” he shrugged and it was so believable that he'd easily say this was the best acting he'd done in his entire life. He looked so unbothered about it that he could definitely congratulate himself for it if it came to that. But his friends didn't have to know that.

Just like they didn't need to know that he'd been trying to gather up the courage to speak to you but he always got too nervous to go further with his plans. They knew very well about his crush on your, much as he denied it more often than he could count, there was no need to make things worse.

A moment of silence followed after his small rant and he didn't know if he was thankful or not, not when his friends kept sharing looks with one another until Anthony spoke up “I call b-fucking-s. Man, are you trying to convince yourself or what? Cause there is no changing our opinions, that's for sure.”

And yet, just as he was about to reply he didn't get the opportunity to, it seemed like the universe did not want him to win this argument. Probably never in his life.

“Sshh” Scarlett looked at something behind his back “I get the feeling he'll want to hear this next song out.”

Even the smallest “What?” he managed to mutter seemed to have been swallowed by the loud applauding and the fact that his entire world swirled when Scarlett made him turn before it all came to an absolute horrifying yet the most beautiful halt.

“This is a man's world.

This is a man's world.

But it would be nothing, nothing.

Without w woman or a girl.”

“Oh hey, look, it's not-the-love-of-your-life.” Anthony teased, chuckling. But it felt merely like an echo in his ears, very far away from him, as he felt more and more pulled into your mere presence. Your singing easily able to help create a world only for him at the moment.

“He's not replying, is he ok?” Chris asked after a good few second because they had indeed already passed and he had not even realized it.

You were there. You were trully there, looking like something straight out of his dreams. But he wasn't dreaming, it was all real. You were standing on the small stage and singing and goodness you looked stunning but it took his breath away even more when he realized you looked at him and your smile got even bigger. Was he smiling too? He didn't know, he couldn't think and he most certainly didn't care. You were there and while he was struggling to breathe, though that could be the bow-tie's fault too, it felt like the most beautiful feeling in the world to feel his heart beating in that way.

The rest of the world vanished and for all his nerves, for all his fears, it felt so much worth it. Even more than that. Holding your gaze, for real, for long enough, felt good and it felt right.

...

“Uh is he alright? Is he- Is he gonna pass out or something? Seems like his legs are not holding him well, I think.” Chris asked with a frown.

“Oh he better not. That suit is worth over a good thousand dollars, he is the host and he has things to see to.” Sebastian's manager said sternly “I invited her over because I was sick and tired of him staring at his phone with her number like a kicked puppy wanting its owner back. But that doesn't mean he's gonna mess things up now. Later, once it's all over, he can fanboy all he wants. Or ask her to marry him. Whichever.”

“Somehow-” Anthony snickered “I think we should all better start looking for wedding gifts people.”

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mushyjellybeans · 4 years

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The Mall

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X reader

Warnings: language, sexually frustrated Bucky.

A/N: best news I've heard all day is @the-ss-horniest-book-club has extended the drabbles for today!!

"Y/N!!!" Bucky groaned, shoulders slumped behind you with his head titled back as you dragged him to every shop at the mall.

"What?" You asked innocently. You knew Bucky hated shopping, but Bucky hated it more when you shopped alone. He'd rather suck it up and suffer than have you walk around a large mall by yourself. But since you had been walking around the same mall for the past 3 hours, he was getting really impatient.

"How much longer?!" He whined. Your bags on each hand, his insistence of course. He'd even helped you to pick out some new underwear.

"I have a few more shops to go into." You shrugged and adjusted your bag on your shoulder.

"No!" Bucky shouted, stomping his boots to emphasize.

"No?"

"No. We've been shopping for the past 3 hours."

"So?"

"So why are we shopping when we could be fucking? You gave me a boner last night and didn't help with it. I'm pretty fucking frustrated right now doll." His nostrils flared and you tried so hard to fight the urge to laugh when you remembered your wiggling of your ass against his crotch and refusing to have sex when you had successfully made him hard as a rock.

"Okay I'm sorry. Just one more shop and then I'm all yours and I'll do whatever you want, sergeant Barnes."

"Ugh fine! One more shop and then I'm between your legs for the rest of the day!"

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openforjean · 5 years

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Bad girl*

Warnings: smut (+18) unprotected sex, daddy kink, spanking, choking and dirty talk

A/N: fuck me

@sebbybarrnes‘s request:

“Awe, you guys are so cute.” Bucky blushes wildly and you give him a peck on the cheek.Natasha says as Steve puts his arm around her. Bucky was sitting next to you and he hasn't spoken much. All of you were at a restaurant to catch up on each others lives, Natasha sips of whatever left of her drink. Natasha has been giving me this look all night, while Steve and Bucky would talk.

“Can you boys handle the check? me and Y/n will be outside waiting.” You got up and Natasha lead me outside the restaurant. She stopped in front of the two cars, she crossed her arms together.

“You have Bucky so whipped.”

“Wh-what?”

“The way he acts with you is something I would've never expected.” This conversation was giving your ego a boost, it felt powerful.

“Maybe he’s a little whipped.”

“A little! He blushes all the time you kiss him, he holds your hand constantly and I wont forget that thing he does.”

“What thing?” I was curious, did I really have this affect on him?

“Whenever he kisses you he stares into your eyes with such adoration.” All this was making you blush, it felt good.

“Is that all that makes him whipped, Nat?” You smirk, her mouth hangs open. Steve and Bucky spot the girls out side and start walking towards them.

“Y/N! You got him pussy whipped too?!” You shush her, she starts to hold her head as she laughs. Bucky freezes when he heard Nat, Steve runs up to her to collect her.

“She’s drunk, see you guys around.” He takes Nat into the car, Bucky gives you the look. The look he gives before he’s about to punish you, devour you and fuck you. It makes a pool of wetness between your thighs form. The car ride home silent and it was killing you, you wanted him. You wanted him to touch you, make you beg and scream his name.

It was bedtime, he wasn't so insecure around you anymore cause he knew you loved him more than anything. He took off shirt and laid next to you, you were wearing a black nightie. He turned over to you and traced his fingers along the curve of your back slowly, you knew what he was doing.

“I heard what Nat said, I think she has it the wrong way.” He spoke over the shell of my ear, his voice was low and husky.

“Right, Y/n?” You didn't hesitate to answer.

“Yes sir.” Bucky kisses your ear, he bites it and pulls away. He starts kissing your neck, he found your sweet spot. You moan, he runs his hands down your thigh to your aching core.

“Please.”

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me, I need your cock in me.” Bucky was hard in seconds, he flipped you onto your stomach and lifted your nightie. He was a little sad you weren't wearing any panties that he could rip. He caressed the soft skin of your ass, he spanked it. You held back a moan.

“Want daddy’s cock, babygirl?” He breathes out, you nod your head. He spanks you again, “ Say it.”

“I want daddy’s cock.” He bends down to your face and whispers “Good girl.”

He takes his rock hard cock out and spits on it, he lines it up with your entrance. He pushes in slowly, you groan loudly as he stretches your walls.

“Move, please.” He does, at a brutal pace. He grips your hips and moves you up and down on his cock, he smacks your ass.

“You feel so good, Y/n, fuck.” He moans loudly, you start to feel your orgasm approaching.

“Yes, yes , Bucky fuck me. I’m such a bad girl.” He stand you up and fucks you harder, he puts his hand around your throat. The sound of skin slapping and ragged breaths filled the room, it was hot. Your orgasm hit you hard, your walls clenched around Bucky’s cock causing him to shoot his load in your spasming pussy. He lets go of your throat and lays you down gently. He lays next to you, both trying to catch your breath.

“I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard us.”

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tricksters-captain · 6 years

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Bucky Barnes imagines - Mixed Signals

AN: Inspired by Ruth B’s song ‘Mixed Signals’ (Link here) It’s not as sad as the song though. I don’t know if this is any good because I haven’t written Bucky in over a year.

Summary: There’s always been something between you and Bucky and you two tried to fight it due to you being Tony’s daughter but things just keep coming back to the two of you.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3,598

Warnings: Age gap but reader is of legal age.

You heard the knock at your door. It was gentle but definite.

You sighed and lowered your head, wiping your tears away.

You forced yourself to your feet and shuffled towards the door; your hand took hold of the handle but you didn’t open just yet.

You knew exactly who it would be and you didn’t know if you could face him again.

You remembered meeting Bucky for the first time officially and from there it just went downhill. Pretty Cliché, yeah, you knew.

The first time you saw him, you became transfixed with his eyes. His shaggy hair may have covered them as he was introduced into the compound but for some reason you couldn’t look away. And then there was this cute little nervous smile as Steve tried to crack a poor joke to make Bucky feel a little less uncomfortable but it probably didn’t work.

Being the youngest Avenger was difficult but being the young Avenger that happened to be Tony Stark’s daughter was even worse.

Even though you were technically an adult, Tony used his parental authoritative powers over you and tried to keep you away from Bucky Barnes for as long as possible could due to the whole civil war thing but eventually there was a mission which you couldn’t go on and neither could Bucky so you two ended up spending some time together.

You had broken your leg whilst training and that meant you were under house arrest whilst the rest of the team was on the mission and that also meant you weren’t allowed to move very much since Tony wanted you to heal asap. He hated you being immobile almost as much as you did.

“Remember, I have cameras around this whole facility so if you even try to move that leg I’ll know and I won’t hesitate to fly back here, (Y/n).” Tony warned you as he handed you the bowl of popcorn you asked him to get you.

“You know I’m not twelve, right?” You reminded him, Tony scoffed and turned his back on you, stalling.

“Please just leave now, you’re already late.” You pleaded all the whilst trying to hide your amusement at your old man’s worry.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay because I can. I can still withdrawal from the mission, I mean they don’t really need––”

“––GO!” You pointed behind you to the door and laughed at your father’s frantic behaviour.

“Fine.” Tony put his hands in his pockets and left without looking back but you knew he was worried, he was just trying to play cool playboy persona like he usually did.

Now, the thing about a broken leg, it meant you had a full leg cast which meant you couldn’t move at all without your crutches, which then meant that when you got up to go refill your popcorn bowl you made it over with the bowl on top of your head but when you wanted to return to the couch, you had a little difficulty.

You tried everything to get back to the couch but in the end resorted by throwing your crutches across the room back to the couch and then trying to slide along the floor whilst holding the bowl.

You hadn’t even made it a quarter way to the couch when Bucky walked into the main living space of the compound.

He furrowed his eyebrows at you but couldn’t help find your struggle slightly amusing.

“Are you gonna stand there or are you gonna help me?” You asked as you gave up, lying down flat on the floor completely.

Bucky walked over to you and picked up the popcorn bowl first then offered his arm to you. You wrapped your hands around his forearm and he lifted you up to help you onto your foot.

“You alright?” He asked as you wobbled whilst trying to get a better hold his arm as he waited to walk you over to the couch.

He was patient as you hopped over to the couch, gripping onto his arm like the railing on a staircase.

He helped you sit down and then handed you the bowl of popcorn and that was your first real interaction with the man.

Of course over the next few days you had plenty more, especially with your broken leg being very problematic with everything you wanted to do.

He became your temporary support as he helped you around the compound with the wheelchair that Tony had left you so it made travel much easier for you.

You enjoyed those first couple days alone with Bucky, he was quiet and didn’t like to talk as much as you wanted him to but it was early days.

You remembered sitting in the kitchen in your wheelchair with your leg propped up as Bucky made you both lunch. You were eating raspberries that you had placed on the tips of all your fingers like how you used to when you were much younger and Bucky smiled at you as you quietly hummed along and tapped your foot to the Tessie O'Shea’s ‘I Fell In Love With An Airman’.

You knew Bucky appreciated you playing older music around him as he hadn’t quite gotten the hype of modern day music just yet.

You wheelchair happened to be situated by the fridge-freezer and unfortunately for Bucky, that meant you being next to the fridge magnets and as you took a few of them you decided to hop over to the counter where Bucky was preparing your food and pull yourself up onto the counter top.

He didn’t take any notice of what you were doing until he felt the fridge magnets on his arm.

He looked over to you with furrowed eyebrows and you were just moving the magnets around so that they where in the places you wanted them.

You only looked at Bucky’s face when you took the sandwich he just made and took a bite into it as if you hadn’t just decorated Bucky’s metal arm with magnets.

“What?” You asked him as he continued to stare at you.

Bucky took a moment before answering.

“Nothing.”He shook his head slightly, looking back down to the counter.

“What?” You chuckled, smiling at him as he kept the magnets on.

“It’s just... You seem to be the only one here who doesn’t treat me like I’m a piece of thin glass.” Bucky admitted,

You stopped chewing and placed your sandwich down.

“Well, it’s because you’re not.” You told him in all seriousness.

Bucky’s eyes flickered up to you then back down to his food, a small smile on his face.

Even though those first few days were uneventful, they were comforting. Spending time with Bucky made you realise that he was just a broken guy trying to heal. You didn’t physically interact and you didn’t talk much but having his presence there instead of Tony ushering you off to do something in order to stay away from Bucky was nice.

But that was a while ago now.

After your leg healed and you could start training again, you found yourself in the gym similar times to Bucky and it wasn’t coincidental.

You’d be lying if you said you just happened to wonder into the gym and had no clue Bucky was going to be in there. Especially when Bucky had a few specific times that he liked to go to the gym and you varied between those to make it seem like you weren’t purposely working out the same time he was.

You had to admit the man was beyond impressive and your admiration of his skill was the reason you even asked for help with training but that didn’t end well at all.

It started with you asking Bucky to help you out in some hand-to-hand combat and even thought he was worried he might hurt you, he agreed.

You two were just practising and all seemed well until you had Bucky pinned down on the floor with his head between your thighs as you had just taken him down with your legs.

Bucky grasped hold of your thighs and threw you off of his neck and swiftly climbed on top of you, holding your wrists to the ground.

That’s when Tony walked in.

“What is going on here?” Tony asked, his overprotective father instinct kicking in as he saw Bucky hovering merely inches over his only daughter.

Bucky climbed off you immediately and helped you to your feet all in one swift action.

Tony’s eyes darted between you and Bucky as you panted from the fight that had just been interrupted.

“(Y/n), leave the room for a minute please.” Tony commanded, but you just raised your eyebrows at him with your hands on your hips. “Do you really want me to repeat myself?” Tony asked, sounding far more pissed off than before.

You gave in, rolling your eyes very obviously as you picked up your water bottle and towel before leaving the room. You knew the consequences of disobeying his direct demand wouldn’t be very fun for you so you didn’t take the risk.

You did, however, hover at the door to listen in.

“Listen here, Bucko, I want you to stay away from my daughter. Just checking that you hear that or do you want to turn your hearing aid up? You need to stay away from my daughter or else there will be consequences and no one, not even Steve, will be able to help you if you decide to ignore my threat because yes, this is a threat.” Tony threatened Bucky without even giving any room for Bucky to respond.

“We were just training.” Bucky argued in his defence,

“Sure, sure, right. Well, I’ve seen the security footage, buddy, of the days you spent here with my daughter and you two got awfully cosy with each other so here’s me warning you for the last time, stay away from my daughter.” And with that, Tony left.

You hid behind the corner so he didn’t see you but as soon as you could see he was gone, you returned to the gym.

Bucky’s eyes met yours and hen he sharply averted them and went to leave the gym.

“Bucky...” You called after him but he had to ignore you.

And like that, your dad broke your heart. Bucky stayed away from you as much as he could and it surprisingly hurt.

Until one night when Steve had gone out of town with Wanda and Bucky had one of his night terrors.

You were sat on your window sill, your knees to your chest as you listened to the insects outside with your window open just a slight.

It was late, around 2/3am but you couldn’t sleep and that’s when you heard one of Bucky’s throat-tearing screams.

You knew that Steve and Wanda not being here meant that Bucky had no one to wake him up or soothe his nightmares like Wanda could so you rushed down the hall to his room in just your cotton pyjama shorts and one of your dad’s t-shirts that you had stolen from him years ago.

You flung open his bedroom door to see him, clinging onto the bed sheets beside him with his head thrown backwards into his pillow as he screamed at the ceiling. Veins pulsed in his neck and arms and your first immediate instinct was to wake him up.

You clambered onto his bed and reached forward pushed down on his shoulders, which did nothing. You shook him vigarouslu but the man was tense, and you called out his name which after a couple attempts woke Bucky up.

Bucky gasped, his eyes snapping open and his hands took hold of you, flipping you over and pinning you down much like he did in the gym weeks ago.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s me. It’s me. Buck, it’s me.” You whispered as he stared down at you with fear and panic in his eyes.

As he came back to the world and realised who you were he released his grip and sat up, away from you.

You watched his bare chest rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, sitting up yourself.

Bucky didn’t answer.

“Buck.” You cautiously moved forward and reached towards his face, cupping his cheek which forced Bucky to look at you.

His eyes were blood shot and his lips parted at the affection you were showing him.

“It’s okay now. It was just a nightmare” You assured him.

You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, his throat clearly sore and dry from his screams.

You stood and got him some water and he had moved to the edge of his bed with his head in his hands by the time you got back.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked as you handed him the glass.

Bucky shook his head, taking a mouthful of the water.

“Do you want me to stay?” You asked, this time more scared of the answer ‘no’.

“You can’t.” Bucky spoke for the first time since he woke up.

“Well, why don’t I just stay until you fall asleep? So, you don’t have to be alone.” You suggested, edging closer to the bed.

Bucky looked up at you as if he was contemplating saying yes.

However, before he could answer, you climbed into bed with him, lying down beside him as he pulled your arm around him, holding your hand in his as you spooned.

You closed your eyes, trying not to breath on his back too much but in all honesty, Bucky liked feeling your breath against him as it reminded him you were actually there.

You both ended up falling asleep and that’s where your ‘relationship’ started.

You didn’t exactly know what to call it or what was happening with Bucky as it never came up in conversation.

It became habit to sneak into Bucky’s room every night and just sleep beside him, nothing more, just sleeping. Tony didn’t have a reason to check the surveillance so he never found out.

And then during the day, it was a side glance here and there and an accidental touch of the hand or brush of the shoulders but no actual communication in front of the others because of Tony.

However, it wasn’t all cute teen tv show moments. Other times, Bucky was confusing and if you went to brush your hand against his, he’d withdraw it. Or one day he wouldn’t look at you at all until it came to the evening and even then he could be quiet. He’d suddenly become cold and you had no idea why.

It was almost like every time you got a bit closer to Bucky, he pulled away metaphorically and literally. He was opening up only to close again like a venus fly trap. It was getting under your skin, not that you’d admit it.

But on the warmer hand, you have had a few late nights where you played cards or checkers on his bed, trying to muffle laughter and talking quietly, listening out for footsteps.

Those were the moments where Bucky would just lie back and admire your smile, he found himself in way deeper than he’d like but that wasn’t the thing that worried him.

His main concern was your age and your connection to Tony. He had already caused enough problems between the Avengers and he wasn’t ready to cause another civil war.

“(y/n)?” You heard your father call your name which is what made you leave you room.

As you were making your way down the hallway, you were too busy reading an email on your phone to notice the oncoming body and you collided with Bucky.

“You alright?” He asked as he held your arms to steady you. You were about to respond when Tony rounded the corner.

“(Y/n)! Honestly, that girl....” Tony words drifted off as he saw you and Bucky close together once again.

You pulled away but Tony’s face hardened at Bucky anyway.

“You know what? I thought I said stay away from my daughter but clearly––” Tony stepped towards Bucky and you stepped in between the two men.

“––Hey! It was an accident, I crashed into him because I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You cut him short by explaining what happened.

Tony closed his mouth but continued to glare at Bucky, forcing Bucky to be the one who walks away.

“What is wrong with you?” You muttered to your father before following Bucky out to one of the balconies in the compound.

“Hey... Bucky...” You called his name as you approached him.

Bucky looked over his shoulder at the mention of his name but he didn’t move from his position of leaning on the banister.

“Look, I’m sorry about my dad.” You leant on the balcony beside him, staring ahead exactly like he was.

“It’s not your dad, (y/n). It’s you. I can’t be with you, I can’t keep doing this, risking getting turned on again.” Bucky’s response shocked you into silence. “Look, Steve said moving in here would make things easier for me but it all it has done is make things worse.”

“What?” You finally found something to say,

“I’m sorry.” Bucky meant the apology, but you didn’t realise that. You also didn’t realise it but at the time what Bucky was saying was hurting him as well.

The fights he had with himself over you were ridiculous. The amount of ‘I need you’ and ‘no I don’t’ arguments he had were enough to exhaust a man.

You nodded your head and backed away from the man, the knot in your throat tightening.

Bucky didn’t watch you walk away but when he could tell you where gone, he ran his hands over his head and sighed deeply.

“You alright, bud?” Steve patted his hand on his best friends back, causing Bucky to snap up straight and lie.

“Yeah, fine.”

“No, you’re not. You also happen to be just as bad a liar as you were in 1945 so spit it out.” Steve teased Bucky, leaning with his back to the view so he could face his friend.

Bucky remained silent for a couple seconds, debating whether or not he should talk about it.

“Does it happen to be about a certain young coworker?” Steve asked, and Bucky just smirked slightly, huffing in response. “You know, Tony’s a piece of work but (y/n), she’s the closest to the kindest person I’ve ever met. It’s sometimes hard to believe she’s a Stark but just because someone says you have to stay away from her, doesn’t mean you have to.” Steve started to explain,

“Tony––” Bucky went to argue but Steve cut him short.

“––Tony will get over it. Now, go talk to her before you ruin your chance completely.”

“I can’t believe you! Honestly!” You stormed up to your father with tears stinging your eyes.

“There are plenty of guys––” Tony hadn’t even looked up from his work when you entered.

“––Dad!” Your outburst caused Tony’s head to snap upwards. He removed his glasses when he noticed the redness of the threat of tears.

“All my life I have trained and taught by you at home. I have obeyed and listened and never broken your rules but I’m not a kid anymore. I joined the Avengers because you asked me to not because you forced me to because you can’t force me to do anything anymore because guess what?! I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions and you’re gonna have to deal with them! If you can’t do that then I guess you’ll never see your daughter happy again. Or a matter of fact, you may never see your daughter again at all.” You couldn’t help but let the tears escape your eyes as you rose your voice, and you hated your dad seeing you cry so you stormed out immediately after.

You went to your room and picked up a duffel bag. You needed space, to get away from Tony, to get away from Bucky. It was time for you to be independent again, you had fallen back into your teenage ways living in the compound with your dad around.

You picked up the picture of you with the team but as you went to put it in your bag, you dropped it, the glass in the frame shattering across the floor.

You collapsed down on your bed and broke down again.

You sat there for a few short seconds in silence until you heard something you didn’t want nor expect –– at least for a while.

You heard the knock at your door. It was gentle but definite.

You sighed and lowered your head, wiping your tears away.

You forced yourself to your feet and shuffled towards the door; your hand took hold of the handle but you didn’t open just yet.

“(Y/n).” You heard Bucky’s voice. Surprised, you opened the door. You thought it was gonna be your father.

“What do you want?” You asked him, a little colder than you meant to.

Bucky swallowed, much like he usually does when he’s nervous, but then he hugged you.

He pulled you tight against him and instead of fighting him off, you just hugged him back, burying your face into his neck.

AN: This is a little bit shit because I started writing it and then realised I didn’t like it but wanted to finish it so don’t go too hard on it. I haven’t written Bucky Barnes since Christmas of 2016. I want to write some more Bucky and I promise it’ll get better but I’m just trying to wear this in like an old pair of shoes that I haven’t worn in a while. You just gotta get warmed up.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #the winter soldier #captain america #tony stark imagines #tony stark #marvel imagines #mcu #imagines #imagine #ruth b #sebastian stan #sebstian stan imagines #Robert Downey Jr #steve rogers #steve rogers imagines

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winter-barnes · 5 years

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Don’t Tell Anyone What You Wished For

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday and instead of waking up to a birthday surprise, she finds everyone making excuses to leave.

Pairing: Avengers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 960

Warnings: None (:

A/N: So I haven’t been on this app in like 2 years but it’s summer and I’m back on that Marvel grind so I’m ready to write me some imagines LOL. I haven’t written in so long so if this is bad I’m so sorry sksksksksk. Anyways, feedback is greatly appreciated and I apologize in advance for any possible spelling/grammatical/characterization errors! (:

You pulled out of the Walmart parking lot and began the five-minute drive to the Avengers compound. It was your birthday, and no one was home all day. You woke up expecting some sort of birthday surprise, even a few eggos with a candle stuck down the middle would have been great. But from the moment you woke up to the moment you left to make your Walmart trip, every Avenger made it clear that they had plans today.

“I told Clint I would stop by his house for a while to see the kids today, he said they were missing Aunt Natasha.” That was the first excuse, and it was understandable. Clint’s kids loved Nat and didn’t get to see her often. You weren’t very upset by that, but then excuses from all the others just kept rolling in.

“I have to go to Asgard to check in on my- uhm -Asgardian things.”

“I have to go to a meeting down in D.C., I won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“Steve and I are taking a trip to Brooklyn, for old time’s sake.”

“I have a, an um, you know, a science, um, science- science project!”

And that’s just to name a few.

You heard every excuse in the book until you were alone in the compound with no friends in sight. That was when you decided to throw yourself your own little party, which led you to make your trip to Walmart to pick up the personal birthday party essentials. In the back seat of your car was a chocolate cake, some birthday-themed plates and napkins, your favorite brand of pop, some streamers, and a pack of balloons.

You grabbed all of your bags and held the cake in both hands and shut the door to your car with your foot. You stumbled your way through the doors of the compound and into the elevator.

“Happy birthday, Miss (Y/L/N).” F.r.i.d.a.y. said as you stepped into the elevator. You smiled a small smile and thanked her.

“At least someone wished me a happy birthday.” You mumbled to yourself. The elevator dinged and you stepped into the dark hallway. You weren’t surprised that the lights weren’t on, as you hadn’t been home for about an hour, but they usually turned on once they registered movement. You were confused as you walked down the hall, bags and cake still in hand. Your eyes were beginning to adjust to the light, and you thought you saw a figure standing in the kitchen. Right as you opened your mouth to ask if anyone was home, there was a voice.

“F.r.i.d.a.y, lights please.” Tony’s distinct voice rang through the room as the lights returned.

“Surprise!” All of the Avengers who made up excuses upon excuses to not be here on your birthday were all sitting in the kitchen, smiles wide on their faces. You were shocked and had been slightly scared, the bags you were holding fell to the ground and the cake went in the air, landing face-first on the ground.

“Guys oh my God!” You yell, your eyes beginning to swell with tears. You forgot about the bags of supplies you dropped that were intended to give you the party you wanted so bad. You forgot about the fact that the chocolate cake you planned on eating alone was now on the ground. Looking around, your friends did all of that for you. You don’t know how they planned it, but they did. Streamers were lining the ceiling and door frames, balloons were scattered all over the floor and in the air, your favorite flavor of cake was sitting on the counter in front of you with a candle stuck down the middle. You ran to them all and hugged them.

“I thought you guys forgot.” You chuckle as you wipe the stray tears of happiness from your cheeks.

“How could we forget?” Sam questioned. “It’s all you talked about the whole damn month.” You laughed and pushed his shoulder.

“You have to make a wish!” Natasha said ignoring Sam’s comment, her voice giddy with excitement.

“Make sure you don’t tell anyone what your wish is,” Steve says with a finger pointed towards you. “If you do it won’t come true.” He finishes his sentence and boops your nose. You slap his hand away and laugh.

“Okay, okay. I’ll make a wish.” With you sitting in front of the cake, all of your friends gather around you and sing you the birthday song. You scan your eyes along the faces of everyone here. These people are your family. You love them unconditionally, and they love you.

“Happy birthday dear, (Y/N). Happy birthday to you!” Nat pulls your hair back as you take in a breath and blow out your candles. Everyone cheers and the people sat closest to you, Nat and Bucky, each give you a hug.

“What did you wish for?” Bucky nudges you with his elbow as he releases you from your hug. You put your hands up and back away.

“No-can-do sir,” You say with a snort. “Mr. Rogers over there said if I tell anyone my wish then it won’t come true.”

“It’s science!” Peter shouts, his mouth full of the cake from the container that fell on the floor but is now sat on the opposite counter, his face inches from yours and upside down as he hangs from the ceiling causing everyone to laugh, including you as you shake your head. You may not be able to tell them what your wish was, according to Steve and Peter, but you know you won’t ever forget it: more moments like these.

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jbreenr · 3 years

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Stunt –Sebastian Stan

Pairing: sebastian stan × reader

Summary: shooting a fight shouldn't be as difficult for two professional actors.

Word count: 3.4k

Warning: poorly written smut (+18 only, please), mild degradation, choking, oral sex (f receiving), explicit language, semi-public sex (???), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), this is a rpf so don't read if you're not comfortable with it.

A/N: after watching the assembled of tfatws and olli haaskivi's post about being chocked by the metal arm, inspiration hit me so, yeah. also, this is for @buckyownsmylife because she insisted that i should start writing and, how am i supposed to say no to her? i hope this thing makes sense and you like it at least a little. Lack of vocabulary, grammatical and orthographic mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.

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“It is simple,” Kari, the director, started explaining. “while Anthony struggles to separate John from Karli in the background, you and Sebastian will have a little fight over here.” she gestured with her hands as she spoke. “After she tries to knock you out, you take her with you and corner her against that wall…”

Sebastian’s eyes followed every move the woman did, absorbing the information she was giving.

You were about to shoot a scene for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier and you were nervous. Not only because it was your first fighting sequence ever since you landed in Prague, but also because you were supposed to do all the maneuvers of your character. According to Kari, it was going to be a single, long and intricate shot, which made it impossible for the stunts to do it themselves.

After talking to the choreographer and making one vague demonstration with Sebastian, you practiced all week, moving left to right in the reduced space of your room, kicking the air, jumping around and failing miserably when you slipped off the edge of the bed more times than you cared to admit.

Only when you understood that you wouldn’t be able to do it alone, you tried asking Sebastian to help you with some movements in which his body was required. Of course, he was busier than he'd be in other circumstances, now playing one of the biggest roles of the show, and told you that he'd for sure help you later.

Later quickly turned to tomorrow and then to next week but you were fine with it, you knew his schedule was tight and if he was not working, he was probably getting some well deserved rest.

Insisting was something you thought of doing, of course, but changed your mind the day you bumped into John, his stuntman, and he offered to help you.

He was really funny and you enjoyed spending time with him. He knew his job. He taught you some tricks for when you needed punch someone or when you had to fall backwards and not break your neck in the process, but most importantly, he knew how to make the practicing seasons less awkward in that singularly difficult part.

“… And then you throw her to the mat. Got it?”

“Yeah, it's gonna be fun.”

Kari turned to you with a smile on her face. “Are you ready?” she asked, oblivious to the fact that you had been lost in your thoughts for the last few minutes.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.” You reciprocated her smile.

Your eyes followed her as she walked away to sit on her chair. Behind her, you visualized John waving at you and giving you two thumbs up, signaling that he was there to cheer and support you.

“Hey,” Sebastian’s voice caught your attention. “Are you okay?” You looked at him in the eye and nodded. You were okay, only not sure if you were going to do a good job. “Don't worry, just imagine you're doing it with John.” And with that, he left you to go to his initial position.

His words stuck in your head for longer than they should have. The way he said them was… how was it? Strange was the best definition you could think of.

Pushing the thought to the back of your mind, you walked to the blue X marked next to a wooden table in the other side of the room.

“And action!” Kari said, bringing the set to life.

Erin and Wyatt started with the last part of their argument when Anthony appeared to start with Sam’s speech about knowing what Karli had been through. “Captain,” said the director. “your turn.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Wyatt spat a tired comment and went to take the non existent shield in his back, unleashing hell… at least for the characters.

Their fight had just started when Sebastian approached them, prosthetic metal arm and all, to make his part helping Sam.

“Now!” Erin’s, well, Karli’s order worked as your clue to enter the scene, running straight to Sebastian to put him away from the others.

Unlike Erin, you were not wearing a mask. Your character was supposed to be hidden, ready and waiting for Karli’s instructions in case things went wrong.

Grey walls and blurry faces spun before your eyes as you whirled and jumped, pretending to punch and kick Sebastian.

The camera moved from Wyatt’s face to Erin who took off her mask and threw it to your direction, bringing the attention of the camera to you.

It went from your feet to your arms that grazed Sebastian's as if you two were in the middle of a dance. The lens, now focusing on Bucky’s arm.

Your hair, that had started tied up in a bun, was now loose thanks to the choreography and its intensity.

One of your boots touched Sebastian's ankle and he fell to his knee, you went back a few inches.

“Two more steps and your fist, Y/N.” Kari indicated. The colorful marks on the floor, agreeing with her.

You did as she said, moving your arm towards Sebastian’s face. He took your fisted hand in his, stood up and easily dragged you with him near to the closest wall. After all, he was too, playing a super soldier.

Your knuckles barely touched his chest and he staggered as if it actually had hurt him.

“Yes!” Hearing John saying that in the distance, you did your best to hide a smile. That part had been complicated while rehearsing but you just managed to make it look real.

With more straight that you anticipated, Sebastian's hand, the one with the fake metal arm, gripped your throat and walked you to the wall, slamming your back to it with a dry thud. A heavy and almost inaudible whimper fell from your lips, surprising both Sebastian and you, your eyes connecting instantly with his.

His palm was firm on you, the supposed-to-be vibranium glove slowly warming against your body heat and the end of the sleeve pressing against your pulse point.

Despite the barrier between his fingertips and your flesh, he could feel your rapid heartbeats and the way your breathing increased in speed by the second. His eyes, now following a drop of sweat that rolled down your cheek and fell from your jaw to the shirt you were wearing.

His fingers tightened their grip on you so mildly that the rest of the crew didn’t register it. For a split second you felt like your body was burning, as if he had poured gasoline on you and threw a match at your feet, waiting for you to turn to ashes.

“Now, straddle him.” That was the second time Kari’s voice brought you back to reality that day.

If you were not sure you’d be able to perform what was next before, you now knew you were about to screw it up.

The camera guy walked a few steps back to have a better view and when he stopped, you sweeped your arm under Sebastian’s to free yourself. He looked as deconcentrated as you were seconds prior.

He was quick to come to his senses and moved his leg to the front to help you climb his body like a koala. His right hand, hidden from the camera behind his torso, held your hip to keep you from falling.

Putting a leg on his shoulder, you pushed yourself up to bring your whole body to be on top of him, quite literally.

When you executed that part with John, there had been no problems; no complications while climbing him, no accidents while putting you down, no your inconvenient and unexpected arousal pooling between your legs almost touching his nose thanks to the closeness your current position had you in.

You tried to keep your intimate parts as far from his face as possible, with your ankles buried near his neck, the sides of your parted legs held by him and an annoying pang on your lower back caused by the, in your opinion, extremely necessary lean of your torso.

He walked a few steps away from the wall, trying to stop you from strangle him with your thighs.

One of your hands was on your knee steadying yourself, the other was taking a handful of his hair in a desperate attempt of your character to make him let go of your legs, and your hair kept covering your peripheral sight when you heard Sebastian inhale. A sharp and deep breath that ran down your spine. The moment he exhaled and looked up at you, your legs lost strength instantly.

“Shit” was all you said before you lost balance and felt your back hit the cold concrete, kicking the air out of you.

The entire set froze, people stopping whatever they were doing as soon as Kari screamed “Cut!” She and a few others approached you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” John asked as he leaned to help you get up. “What happened? You nailed that part this morning.”

Gazing at Sebastian, you saw him looking everywhere but in your direction.

“Well, it was just… not the same.”

“Timing is everything in these cases.”

You heard Sebastian telling Kari that he’d be right back, to which she said, “Alright, people, let’s take a break and then we’ll try it again!”

“I’ll go to fix my hair for take two.” You informed your friend and headed towards the dressing rooms, he went right behind you.

The walk was not long, and still, John found the time to scold you for not following his instructions in your last jump. Little did he know that was not the problem.

“Let’s just say that it is easier to do it with you.” You said, walking inside the room, leaving him laughing as you closed the door.

You were the only person there, the hair and makeup team nowhere to be seen. Sighing, you took off the hair tie and with a comb, started brushing your tangled locks.

Without warning, the door swung open revealing an exasperated and apparently angry Sebastian. With the look he was giving to you, he only needed the black mask to be the Winter Soldier.

“So, is that it?” he shortened the distance between you two with slow steps. “You prefer to work with Nania than with me? Is that why you were so uncomfortable while we were ‘fighting’?” his fingers making quotation marks.

With every step he took, you did the same, except backwards. When the back of your thighs hit the table in front of the mirrors, you moved to the side, approaching the door, ready to excuse yourself and run back to set.

You should have been faster, though.

Just as your fingers grazed the knob, his were already on you, holding you by the neck and slightly depriving you from your air supply. Only then you realized he was still wearing the metal arm.

“Is that why you'd rather it being him you're shooting that scene with?” his eyes were on fire, his beautiful features distorted by a grimace. “You like having his face between your legs?” Your breath hitched, this time for a reason beyond his fingers touching you. His words, having an effect they shouldn't have had in your body.

“Why do you care?” Your question, followed by his grip loosening a bit. “You didn’t have time to practice with me so he did it for you.”

His mouth molded into an incredulous smile and the laugh he let out had no humor on it.

“You really think that, don’t you?” With the back of his other hand, he caressed your cheek. The difference between his touches, making you tremble. “I kept delaying our practices because I knew that once you got your legs on my shoulders again, there'd be no going back.”

Your confused expression seemed to amuse him. He reduced the distance between your bodies to zero.

Bucky's suit was cold against the thin material of your shit, you felt his belt pressing in your stomach and something else right below making contact with your lower belly.

“And apparently, you felt the same way.” The hand that was tracing your jaw descended to your clavicle, passing by the space between your breasts and went down until reaching your cargo pants.

Your head was spinning, how did you get in that position? Why were you trapped against a wall again? But the most important question was, why were you enjoying it? “Sebastian--.”

“Shhhhh.” he shushed you. “Instead of saying whatever you were going to say, tell me,” his fingers found their way under your panties. “do all men that ever had you wrapped around them get you this wet?”

You snapped out of your trance. Bringing all your strength to your arms, you pushed him back successfully, no super soldier serum needed. “How dare you?”

“I dare.” The bluntness of his voice was shown when his fingers found your throat again and squeezed harder this time. “Don't act like you didn't like it when I did exactly this back there.” He repeated the action and your hands caught his wrist. A whimper, betraying your resistance. “Was it what made you all bothered that you couldn't handle me being so close to your sweet little cunt?” Cold air hit your legs. He somehow managed to unbutton your pants and drag them down until they were pooling around your boots. “Or was it the memory of John doing it what baffled you?”

You were out of words. Not only because his grip on you was still there, but also because you couldn't find a coherent answer to all of his questions. Not that it'd matter.

“I think I hit the nail on the head. ”His fingers moved your underwear to the side and parted your lips to start rubbing your clit in slow circles.

Your head turned to the right trying to suppress a moan, and you panicked. The door was still opened. Even when you two were covered behind it, someone could so easily enter and witness the show.

“Please.” You murmured.

“'Please', what?” You didn't know. You didn't know if you were asking him to stop his hand or to keep it moving.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, the idea of someone walking on you, moistening Sebastian’s hand more. His low chuckle hitting you in the face.

“Just… please.”

His fingers left your center and you almost yelled at him, the only things stopping you were the sight of him taking them in his mouth, groaning as he did so, and the force his other arm was still holding you with.

"You know?" His fingers slowly left your throat and traveled down your body until reaching your panties. "When I first saw you, I never thought you'd be so desperate to be filled up that you'd let the first guy that was nice to you have a taste." He yanked the piece of fabric down. “Let alone the one that bruised your beautiful skin and gets paid for it, too.”

The implications of his words should have made you kich him for real and leave him there to think about how he was going to apologize, but they didn’t. Instead, they planted you in that room like a tree, waiting for his next move.

You felt numb, your arms and legs tickling in anticipation as he fell to his knees.

“Who would have thought that you were such a whore?” He didn't even give you time to refute with his soft lips already pressing against your needy clit.

His hands opened your legs as far as possible and brought one of them to his shoulder, bending it and hitting the wall with your boot sole, surely leaving a dark stain.

At this point, you were probably delusional, too caught up in the pleasure that you could have sworn he was drawing the alphabet with his tongue.

A loud groan rumbled in the room the second his teeth lightly bit you. You covered your mouth with the back of your arm and prayed that there was no one outside to hear.

“Quiet, sweetheart.” His hot breathing hit your nub as he spoke, his lips grazing your sensitive flesh. “Don't want anyone knowing we're in the middle of a…” He left a soft kiss in your inner thigh. “conversation.”

“Ironic,” You almost whispered. “Considering how much I want you to shut up right now.”

The expression on his face had your hips involuntarily reaching for him.

“Your wish is my command.”

He resumed his assault with sloppy kisses and long stripes of his tongue from your center to your clit. The wet sound of his lips covered in your juices, obscene. The scratch of his beard having you seeing stars. The low cries leaving your mouth and the grip of your hand in his hair, motivating him to keep going.

Out of the sudden, his tongue entered you, making you jump and ripping a groan from your insides. You bit your lip to prevent it from happening again.

“Y/N, you there?” a fememine voice called for you.

Your shocked eyes found Sebastian’s, who, unbothered, continued with the task in hand, as if he didn’t understand the dangerous predicament you were in.

“Yes. Yes, I'm here.” You said, with the steadiest tone Sebastian's tongue allowed you to.

“Karli's looking for you. You better be ready in five.”

You could see her shadow peeking inside the room. She was four steps away from finding out. Three, the slight growth of it told you.

“Yeah, I'm--” Sebastian drawed away and you felt relief. But it didn’t last long. His finger quickly replaced his tongue and began moving in and out, hitting that spot everytime, making you gasp. Soon after, he added a second finger, making sure to be as silent as possible. “I'm coming.”

“Sweet!” the girl said. “Hurry up.”

You heard the door closing and internally thanked her for it as the sound of her footsteps faded.

“Shit.” You rested your head in the wall. “That was close.”

“Not the only thing that was close, though.” He observed, scissoring his fingers inside of you. The spontaneous action, surprising you.

With renewed speed, he moved his arm, circling his wrist and bringing his mouth to your clit once again. Your hips involuntarily jolted forward and his left hand went to rest in your stomach, pushing and stopping you from moving. He licked and slurped with such a ferocity that your release hit you with no warning. A silent scream reduced to a mewl ringing in your ears. Your body on flames again. It was as if he had activated the fire alarm but closed the windows to prevent the smoke from leaving the place.

For the first time that day, you didn’t question the fact that you were against a wall. Actually, you were happy it was there to hold you.

Sebastian stood up and with the back of his sleeve, cleaned the mess around his beard. You just pulled your clothes up.

“Oh, no, no, no. I’m not done with you yet.”

He towered in front of you, trapping your smaller body and hindering you from getting properly dressed again.

“B-but, I have to go back to the set and…”

“‘And’ nothing.” He reached for his belt, having it gone in a second and lowering his own pants along with his pair of boxers. “I told you there’ll be no going back.”

“No, I'm serious.” Your trembling hand set on his chest, trying to maintain some necessary distance. “I only have five minutes to get ready. Plus, I'm sure they're looking for you as well.”

“Five minutes?” he asked with a chuckle, ignoring the rest of your babbling. “I can make you cum again in three.”

“But--” His lips were on you before you processed it.

The kiss was sloppy, full of need and desire. The taste of yourself in his tongue, making you forget why you were so worried.

Not knowing what to do with your hands, you placed them in his shoulders, gripping the thick material of the suit. Meanwhile, he blindly got rid of your right boot, took your foot out of your pants and yanked your leg to rest it on his hip.

“God, I have wanted to do this for so long.” he said in between kisses.

You giggled, catching his attention. “We've only known each other for two months.”

“Feels like an eternity to me.” The sincerity of his words caught you off guard, you were not expecting him to say something like that, not while the tip of his length was already brushing your swollen lips.

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

Neither “longing,” “rusted,” “furnace,” nor the rest of Hydra's code to activate the Winter Soldier could have provoked the brutality with which he entered you as your words did.

His palm covered your mouth, making sure to muffle your otherwise loud scream.

The rhythm of his thrusts was fast, ruthless, desperate; eager to fulfill his promise, and do it in less than three minutes.

“C’mon!” He whisper-yelled, duplicating his efforts and hiding his face on the crook of your neck. When you clenched around him as his lips played with the soft spot of your neck, it was like a bulb lightened above his head.

He separated his face from your skin and, maintaining eye contact with you, the cold of his gloved fingers found your throat once more. The force applied, led you to your second orgasm like a tidal wave. Your teeth biting your lower lip and your eyes shut. Your body, floating in pleasure.

“Fuck.” His head fell back and his erratic movements weavered, your spamming walls bringing him closer and closer. All it took for him to finally release inside of you, was the tug of his hair that you used to connect your lips to his to silent your low cries.

Touching your forehead with his, he put an end to the kiss and drew out of you. Both, your juices and his seed going down your thighs.

You stood like that for a few seconds, trying to recover.

“Typically, you take the girl for dinner first.” You commented jokingly, in hopes to fill the silence before it became uncomfortable. He went to a drawer and handed you a towel for you to clean yourself.

“That’s the plan.” He smiled at your impressed look. “If you’re willing to let me have dessert after we leave the restaurant, of course.”

You rolled your eyes, but nodded your head nevertheless. “I like the idea.”

“Great! Uhm, I’ll go now. You better fix your hair fast.” He said as he fastened his belt. “Kari is looking for you.”

He grew closer to give you an unexpected fast peck and then walked to the door, opening it.

“Oh and, I think there's no excuse for you to stay away from me now, uh?” he winked at you and made his way back to the set.

“I guess not.” You murmured, knowing that he wouldn't listen.

Needless to say, the shot went perfect in take two.

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