#and yelling ‘You can’t kill him! You can’t kill Bucky! I won’t let-’ | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

holylulusworld · 5 months ago

Text

Indifferent (2)

Summary: Your father wanted a bond between you and the Barnes Empire. No matter what.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Characters: Thor Odinson, Winnifred Barnes

Warnings: arranged marriage, angst, mentions of impotence, arguments, mafia au, a hint of violence, strong reader, jealousy

Catch up here: Indifferent (1)

Indifferent Masterlist

Bucky is taken aback at your behavior. You’re a brat, but you never openly talked back or yelled at him. It’s simply not your style.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, you’re dull too?” You smirk darkly when he tightens his hold on your arm. “I said make me.” Bucky blinks. His features darken and he’s close to fulfilling his promise when you use the momentum to knee his groin. “FUCK!”

He whines and drops his hand from your arm to cup his crotch with both hands. Tears well up in his eyes, and he whines like a wounded animal.

“Well, now you definitely are impotent,” you flash him a smile. “Aw, you should put ice on that, darling.” You pat his cheek, earning a growl from your husband. “Don’t wait up for me, baby. I’m going to have a little fun outside these dusty walls.”

Pain radiates through his crotch. Bucky feels like he’s going to throw up, and his insides churn. Not only from the pain but the fact that he’s unable to stop you from leaving.

“I dare you to leave,” he yells after you. “Y/N, come back or I swear I’ll hunt you down.”

You turn around to blow a kiss at Bucky. “I love you too, baby. Have a great day. You really should put ice on that. We don’t want your tiny wiener to fall off. I’d be a shame.”

“I will kill her,” he grits his teeth and breathes through the pain. “If she doesn’t come back within the next minutes, I’ll spank her ass until it’s raw, and she can’t sit on her bratty ass any longer.”

“OH my God,” you whimper. “This feels so good. Please don’t stop…don’t you ever stop!”

“He won’t stop until you relax, Y/N. He’s the best in town. Just look at his large hands,” Winnifred chuckles. She dips her head to look up at the tall masseur. “Thor, my dear. I need you to knead all the knots and kinks my stubborn son caused out of my lovely daughter-in-law.”

“Your wish is my command,” the tall blonde flashes Winnifred a stunning smile. His blue eyes sparkle, and he drops his eyes to your shoulders. “She’s so tense, but I’ll make her relax. Trust me. I’m a professional.”

“I feel like I’m floating,” you sigh dreamily, completely lost in the feel of Thor’s hands on your body. “I’m boneless but happy.”

“That’s the goal,” your mother-in-law grins. “I’ll leave you to Thor now, Y/N. You’re in capable hands.”

“Yeah…” you murmur sleepily. “Perfect hands…perfect…so perfect.” You close your eyes and forget about your marriage and that you left your husband with more than a bruised ego. “I’ll deal with the bastard later.”

“Relax,” Thor leans over your body to purr in your ear. “No thinking, sweetness. Just feel. I need you to shut your mind off and let me rule your body.”

“It’s yours,” you slur. “All yours…”

You’re walking on air when you return to the place you call your prison, not a home.

After Thor was done with you, it felt like all the sorrows and Bucky’s ignorance just vanished. You decided to ignore him for as long as needed. The moment your father retires, you’ll take over his empire and file for divorce.

What’s a few more years with an indifferent husband – right?

“YOU!” Bucky is back on his feet. Or rather, his balls don’t hurt anymore. While you spent the day with your mother-in-law, he tried to find a way to pay you back. A shame he didn’t come up with a good plan yet.

“A good night to you too, husband,” you don’t let Bucky ruin your mood. Your body feels like you are reborn after Thor worked his magic. “I had the best day ever.”

“You are…” He sizes you up and frowns. “You’re glowing…and…you’re so relaxed.” Bucky sucks in a breath. “What did you do?”

“You mean who did I do?” you can't fight the dopy grin creeping on your face. It’s all Thor’s fault. You feel like you’re high on the good stuff. Or maybe you just enjoyed his hands all over your body. “Damn, that man has magic in his hands.”

“Hands? Man?” The wheels in Bucky’s head begin to spin. He balls his hands into fists, and growls. “If you fucked that gardener, I’ll kill you!”

“Gardener?” You blink a few times. “Nah, masseur, baby.” You giggle and turn to make your way toward your wing of the mansion. “I’m telling you; he’s got more power in his thumb than any guy in their hands.”

“Thumb?” Bucky follows you hot on your heels. He limps a little while walking next to you. “Who used his hands on you? Where have you been? What did you think going out there fucking that asshole!”

“Winnifred was so right,” you sigh dreamily at the memory of the tall blonde hunk. “His hands are the best remedy. I think I’ll visit him twice a week from now on.”

“My mother?” He stops in his tracks to watch you walk toward the west wing. There’s a sway in your hips and he can’t help but wonder if another man gave you what he denied his wife for so long. “She got you a callboy?”

“MASSEUR!” You twirl around to glare at Bucky. “Do not call Thor a prostitute! He’s a professional and would never cross a line. This man gave me something you never could!”

“What’s that?”

“Caresses!” You sniff. “It wasn’t romantic or sexual, but today I felt like myself for the first time since I married you. What a shame that a stranger made me feel like that, not you.”

He wrinkles his forehead. “Caresses?” Bucky thinks about the possibility of losing you to a masseur. His ego couldn’t take it, nor his reputation.

The worst is there’s a green-eyed monster clawing its way to the front of his mind. Another man put his hands on you, and he can’t stand the thought.

“MOTHER!” Bucky storms inside his parents’ house. He’s fuming, and close to losing his cool. Maybe he already lost it on his way toward their house, he's not sure about it. “How dare you bring my wife to that callboy!”

Winnifred lifts her eyes from the book she tried to read. She smirks knowingly when her son starts to throw a tantrum like an angry toddler losing their favorite toy.

“Thor is a masseur, Jamie,” she coos and goes back to reading her book. “If you do not help your wife relax and make her feel good, I must help that sweet woman. That poor thing is touch-starved thanks to you.”

“You hired someone to have sex with my wife, mother! What in the world!”

“Jamies," she closes her book and sighs. “Not every touch is about sex. I raised you better. You should know that a human being needs more than air to breathe and food to fill your belly. We are not meant to remain untouched, unloved, unhugged…”

She slowly rises from her seat to walk toward her son. Winnifred pats his cheek, and sighs once again.

“I don’t understand your behavior, Jamie. She’s beautiful, smart and caring. What did Y/N ever do to you to deserve your hatred? She won’t admit it, but this situation is killing her. Don’t you see that she’s like a flower withering away in the shadow of your hatred?”

Part 3

Tags in reblog.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #Indifferent (2)#mafia au #mobster!bucky barnes

376 notes · View notes

thezombieprostitute · 8 months ago

Text

Hummingbird - Part 6

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~1.5k

A/N: Reader is AFAB

A/N2: This takes place at the same time as Dream Come True Part 7

Warnings: Implied violence. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 5 -- Part 7

Series Masterlist

Steve is on edge. Ransom might be trapped in his own home and the only way to find out anything was to send in a civilian. True she was on their payroll, but she’s supposed to only be on the legitimate side of things. Bucky was swearing up a storm and vowing to beat every passphrase he could into Ransom’s head so that this shit would never happen again.

Bucky gets a phone call from Mace, Curtis’s second-in-command. He immediately puts the phone on speaker, “what’ve we got Mace?”

“Note from Ransom that reads, Lloyd is back. Has solid plans to take over everything. We’re getting our intel to confirm and find out where he’s at.”

Steve’s blood runs cold. He knew he should’ve just had Lloyd killed but he was trying to not be like the other Bosses in the other Families. He won’t make that mistake again.

Bucky follows up, “what’s the word on Teach? She safe with you guys?”

“Not yet,” Mace answered. “She sent us a photo of the note from Ransom. Haven’t heard…” There's a ruckus in the background as they hear Curtis yelling. “Give me a minute,” Mace tells them. He doesn’t hang up so Steve and Bucky are privy to the argument between Curtis and Mace. Steve finds himself unable to argue with either man as they go back and forth between priorities. He’d heard rumors Curtis was going soft for Teach but this confirmed it for him. He can’t say he wouldn’t be doing the same if Hummingbird was in danger.

“Shit,” Steve cusses, earning a look from Bucky. “We gotta get a hold of Levinson. Start moving people out of here just in case a war does break out.”

Bucky nods as Mace gets back on the line with them. “I don’t know how much of that you heard,” Mace’s voice is cold and a little shaky, “but Curtis is taking an axe with him.”

“Fuck,” Bucky whispers.

“We’ve gotta get a plan in motion and we can’t do that without intel,” Steve says. “I need you and your team to focus on that. If you can find Teach you will tell me her location first so I can talk Everett down. In the meantime we’re getting Levinson to start getting the more at-risk people out of here.”

Bucky nods and adds, “we’re gonna up our patrols a bit and make sure no one goes out unarmed. I’m gonna call in a few friends, Nat should be done setting up McMann’s wife, Barton says he’s been feeling on edge so he’ll be happy to hear it ain’t for nothing.”

“Stay safe, Boss,” Mace says before hanging up.

You’re getting your things ready for whatever it is Steve has planned. He’d called you earlier and told you that there was an emergency and he needed to bring you to his place for a while for safety. Hearing a knock at the door you check through the peephole first to confirm it’s Steve. You let him in and he immediately bearhugs you.

“You’ve got your things packed,” he asks.

“Just finished.” He nods at your response and gestures for you to follow him. The entire quick walk to the car you can see he’s on alert. His shoulders are tense, every noise warrants a look or quick investigation.

When you’re inside the car Steve seems a little more relaxed. You know from previous discussions the tinted windows are bulletproof and it looks like he’s got his best driver, Dayton White, behind the wheel. You get the impression the “emergency” he talked about means he’s in danger.

“Is it safe to talk,” you ask, squeezing his hand.

“Technically,” he replies. “Better to wait until we’re inside.”

You nod and hold his hand the entire trip.

When you reach Steve’s office he starts taking and making a storm of phone calls. The primary seems to be someone named Levinson. You trust Steve to explain things so you sit and wait patiently.

After about an hour a grizzly bear of a man comes in, “Steve, where is she?”

“Ari,” Steve greets. “She’s right there,” and he points to you. “Hummingbird, I need you to go to a safehouse out of town with Levinson.”

“Excuse me,” you ask. “I have no idea what’s going on. Why am I not safe here with you?”

Levinson looks at Steve, eyebrows raised, “you didn’t tell her anything?”

“I’ve been kinda busy,” Steve barks. He looks at you, “we’ve got a very dangerous man looking to bring us down. He will not hesitate to take out anyone that might be remotely associated with us. Ari is our best at coordinating people to get them out of danger without drawing attention, I want you to go with him.”

“Is everyone else out,” you ask.

Steve’s brows furrow in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“I mean are the others safe already,” you reply. “The nieces and nephews? The Family members that run the legitimate businesses? Are they safe?”

“I want you out with the first few trips,” Steve orders.

“No,” you retort. “I get that I’m important to you and that puts a target on my back, but I’m not leaving and taking up Mr. Levinson’s precious time that could otherwise be spent protecting the more vulnerable Family members!”

“You’re wasting his time now,” Steve scolds. “Just go with him and do as he says so I know you’re safe!”

“I’m not the priority for escape,” you argue. “I can stay inside this fortress. Not everyone else can. Get them out first and then I’ll go!”

Steve is cut off by his phone ringing. “It’s Jensen, I gotta answer.” He keeps glaring at you, trying to stare you down as he barks, “what?!”

“We…we got Teach’s location, Boss,” Jensen stutters. “Cairo hotel on 45th and Washington.”

Steve writes as he speaks, “Cairo hotel, 45th, Washington, got it. Now get back to work on Lloyd.” He hangs up and goes to speak to you but Ari cuts him off.

“Cairo hotel? I know the manager there. What’s going on?”

Steve takes a breath, “we’ve got a person, a civilian, who appears to have been kidnapped by Lloyd. Tracker on her phone says she’s there.”

“Well, let me give him a call and see if he can’t get her out,” Ari takes out his phone.

Steve sighs, “and if he gives you trouble, tell him Everett’s gone Berserker and will do anything to get her out safely.”

Ari freezes at that, “holy shit. I don’t think Pine will let him in.”

“I’ll talk him down first, get him to give up his axe,” Steve assures. Ari nods and walks away to make his phone call. Steve then turns his attention to you, “and you are leaving to get somewhere safe.”

“Again, Steve,” you insist, “I am not the priority here. Let the other family go first, I’ll stay right here where you can see me, and after they’re gone, and after that poor woman gets rescued, I’ll get out. I promise.”

Steve is already worn out from the slew of arguments he’s been having so he relents, “fine. But you do not leave my sight. You stay in this room.”

“Yes, Sir,” you smile gently.

He gives you a warning look and calls up Curtis. It takes him a few tries but Everett finally answers. You can hear him yelling over the phone. “We have her location,” Steve tells him. “I’ll give it to you if you calm the hell down.”

There’s some more angry yelling before Steve gets in another word,“because if we’re not careful a lot more people will be hurt and killed. And I know you know that. The last thing we need is Berserker. Now get yourself together, Everett. Put away the axe and I’ll tell you where you can get her. Full stealth operation.”

Steve looks at you and his eyes soften, “do you really want her to see you like this?”

It must’ve done the trick because he tells Curtis what the plan is as Ari returns with some of the finer details of his friend accepting the visit. When they’re done talking Ari leaves to get others moving out of danger and Steve drops into his office chair.

“Sounds like he’s really in love with her,” you comment.

Steve nods, “though from what I hear he might not realize it yet.”

“They’ll figure it out soon enough, I’m sure.” You take Steve’s hand in yours. “Sometimes it can take a while.”

He nods again, “took me a couple years to actually ask you out.”

You look into his eyes, “and it’s taken me a few extra months to say, I love you, Steve.”

His eyes are a mixture of adoration and happiness as he kisses your hand, “I love you too, Hummingbird.”

Part 5 -- Part 7

Series Masterlist

Tags:

@alicedopey; @aryhyuuga; @cynic-spirit; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @ktficworld; @rayofdawnworld; @rebekahdawkins; @texmexdarling

If you'd like to be tagged, please let me know.

#mob boss!steve rogers #mob!steve rogers #mafia!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #mob!steve rogers x reader

122 notes · View notes

mjolnirswriststrap · 10 months ago

Text

Haunted

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 977

Summary: Part 5/6. The knock at the door isn’t who you expected.

Warnings: None.

“Friday, what’s our eta?” Steve yells out, too anxious to control his voice. “Five minutes.”. That wasn’t fast enough for him. Two days ago he was fighting his best friend on a bridge, now some intern is saying he’s in Austria. How did he get here so fast?

“Calm down, we got this.” Natasha gives him a reassuring look. “I know, but it’s Bucky, he acted like he didn’t remember me, what if I can’t get through to him?”

Natasha feels for her friend, but she can’t imagine what he’s going through. The guy Steve described couldn’t be the winter soldier they’d come to know. Something was afoot but they just don’t have all the pieces yet.

“I haven’t been here since I lost him, it hasn’t changed.” He says looking at the snow capped mountains. They see the clearing they designated for landing just ahead of them. Steve squeezes Natasha’s hand giving her one last terrified look.

They land and it was like any other mission, Black Widow and Captain America working perfectly in tandem. Steve swept the woods east of the helicopter, while Nat wordlessly cleared the west side. They met in the middle, facing south, Steve cocked his head towards the tiny clouds of smoke coming from behind a wall a trees.

You can’t even hear their foot steps in the snow as they sneak their way towards the cabin. You and Bucky didn’t hear a thing as you huddled low in the kitchen, it was the closest you’d been to him, maybe it was his military experience telling him what to do, or it was his natural instinct to keep you safe from whatever was outside.

You tightly held on to Bucky, your face buried in his shoulder. “He found me! I knew I shouldn’t have called Darcy.” You begin to cry, why couldn’t you just be free. You hear a knock at the cabin door and your body freezes. Bucky has his right arm tightly wrapped around you, keeping you close. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”.

You look into his icy blue eyes and you know what he said was a promise. You nod to him as he lets go of you and stands. He cautiously walks to the door, peering out of the window. All Bucky can see is two shadows through the frosted glass. He opens the door, holding his breath, waiting for a fight.

When he’s greeted by the face of his nightmare his heart skips a beat, which is odd, he hadn’t really felt it since he woke up in the snow. “Steve?”, he looks between his friends squinted eyes.

“Buck?” Steve sounds like his heart is breaking. Bucky watches as his eyes soften, this isn’t the Steve from his dream, he wasn’t out to kill him. Without another word Bucky crosses over the threshold, bear hugging his best friend. He doesn’t let go, even when the red headed woman beside them clears her throat.

You waddle to the front door and peak your head around the corner. It wasn’t who you expected. Bucky was squeezing the life out of Captain America, while Black Widow stood there looking utterly in shock.

Steve finally returns Bucky’s hug, understanding this isn’t the same man from the bridge. Bucky releases his friend for a second to say, “I thought I’d never see you again.”.

You never seen two grown men cry before. But here they were, Bucky sobbing into his friends shoulder while Steve stood there letting the tears fall down his cheeks. “It’s really you Bucky?” Steve can’t believe it.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Bucky relents from the hug. Steve looks into his teary eyes, “You don’t remember fighting on the bridge?”.

“My last fight was with you, on the train. I’ve been here ever since.” Bucky feels his heart again, but this time it’s racing. What could Steve possibly be talking about? He’d never fought on a bridge.

“You need to come with us.” The red headed woman said, pointing between you and Bucky. Your eyebrows raise, how were you getting out of this one?

“She’s not going anywhere.” Bucky finally looks away from his friend, now keeping his promise to you. He gives the black widow a murderous look. “There’s the winter soldier!” She says, taping Steve and pointing at Bucky’s face. She was done with today, this was not what she expected.

“Not funny, Nat.” Steve says, giving her a shameful look. He leans past Bucky, into the house. “You really do need to come with us, we can explain on the flight back.”.

With orders from Captain America you’re nodding your head. You couldn’t fight him on this, whatever he had going on was far more important than your disgust for New York. You grab your phone from the kitchen counter, pulling on your thick winter jacket. “Yes, sir.”.

Bucky gives you a look, silently asking if this really was okay. You give him a small smile, this was out of your hands now, you were just along for the ride.

You all packed into the helicopter, no words were exchanged between you as you lifted off from the ground. Your head was spinning, this might be too much for you to handle, but you had to push through, you couldn’t imagine how weird this is for Bucky or Captain America.

You lean your head against the window, letting your eyes close. The adrenaline is gone, leaving you exhausted. Right when you feel yourself drift off to sleep, you hear the woman say “Where did he go?” You look around the small cabin, Bucky’s seat was empty, no indentation showing that he was even there.

You look between the two Avengers, they looked to you for answers. “Did I mention to Darcy that I think he’s a ghost?” You say, scratching the top of your head.

#avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes #avengers #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #fanfic #mcu #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #Steve Rogers #captain america #black widow #natasha romanoff

81 notes · View notes

questionableratatouille00 · 10 months ago

Note

Hiii❤️! Could you write a Loki x reader ( maybe Tony’s older daughter) where Tony’s #1 rule is hands off my daughter like don’t mess with her but she’s kind of a trouble maker too and all of the avengers are really protective over her so when her and Loki start sneaking around at night together and someone catches them they’re like oh hell no definitely not happening and so there’s some angst and Steve or Bucky or even Tony are like fighting with Loki and the reader is getting all stressed but they like won’t see past it and stand there ground on her not seeing Loki and whatever you want to write after that is fine idk how it should end lol but it’s just an idea I love. Thank youuuu❤️!

Hi!!! 💕 thank you so so so much for sending a request! I hope you enjoy this!

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 ℍ𝕚𝕞.

Pairing: Loki x fem!Stark!reader

Summary: You’re a Stark. He’s a former villain and the God of Mischief. Alternatively: shit is sometimes fucked.

Warnings: cursing, arguments, crying, murder mentions, this is the first time I’ve written for Loki and I hope I at least got his character semi accurate.

A familiar tapping sound coming from your window snapped you out of your focus. Abandoning your favorite book, you walked towards the window. Pulling back the curtain revealed a small black bird. You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes slightly.

You pushed the window open, allowing the bird to hop inside.

“You know that the security system is probably good enough to still be picking all of this up, right?” You murmured, but the bird still hopped down onto the carpeted ground. Before you knew it, a whoosh of green magic showed your beloved boyfriend, the God of Mischief himself.

“Well, I don’t see you trying to stop me.” He teased.

“Mm. Maybe not.” You hummed. “Y’know we probably can’t keep doing this. My dad might actually kill you.” You run your hands up his chest, resting them on his shoulders.

“I’ve slain countless beasts, I can handle your angry mortal father.” He huffed indignantly.

“Aw, is somebody scared?” You teased.

He rolled his eyes, fixing his hair. You moved your hands to his neck, gently pulling him closer. His hands drifted down your waist and over your pajama pants to grab at your asscheeks. You kissed him, and you couldn’t help but smile.

A knock at your door startled you. Before you could even pull away from Loki, your door swung open.

“Hey, bitch, we brought pizz—“ Wanda yelled out when she saw what was happening. You spun around in a panic, finding a dropped pizza box at your door and Natasha and Wanda glaring daggers at Loki.

“What the fuck is going on?” Wanda hissed.

“Back the hell away from her!” Nat threatened, a pocket knife already in her hand.

“No, no! Nat, Wands, please!” You begged. “It’s okay! It’s okay!” You shook your hands at them, standing there in front of him.

“Please, let us explain!” You pleaded.

They gave each other a Look, before slowly nodding.

That didn’t change the fact that they’d went and snitched to your father anyway.

Bucky, one of your close friends, even started giving Loki sharp glares whenever they were in the same room together.

You had been torn apart by the conflict.

“You can’t do this to me. This is my life, I know what I am doing with it.”

Steve, Buck, Nat, and even your father all stood in the room. Tony had his arms crossed; Steve’s brows were furrowed; Bucky and Nat both pretended they couldn’t see the wet patch’s under your eyes.

And then they filed out of the room, all of them except for Tony, of course.

“We know what’s best for you. We’re—I’m the adult here. I am. I know what’s best for you, just like I know what’s best for this damn team.” He looked angry, but you knew that deep down it was coming from a place of fear. Of love.

“I can handle myself.” You grumbled.

“I told him—I swear to God I told him that if he ever even breathed in your direction I’d—“

“I am a fucking adult!” You hissed. “I am a fully grown adult, I am fully capable of knowing who I feel happy dating. Loki—he loves me. And I lo—“

“Don’t you dare fucking finish that sentence.” He cut you off.

“I love him.” You said defiantly.

His eyes darkened. “No, you don’t. You don’t. He’s a monster; nobody could love that.”

“I love him.” Your words were a harsh whisper, spaced out slightly as your eyes watered more and you nodded along to your own words.

“You can’t. He’s a murderer, he doesn’t love you. How could he? All he could ever care about is his own damn self!” He slammed his hand down on the desk he was leaning on.

“You don’t even know him!” You slammed your hands down too. “You have no idea what he’s like! He’s kind, he’s thoughtful, and he’s so fucking gentle. He loves me. He loves me. And I love him.”

He stared at you, his eyes softening.

“He’s good to you?” He looks down at his hands, fiddling with them.

“Better than any other man I’ve been with.” You answer honestly.

“…Just..be careful. Be careful.”

But you knew Loki. That he’d never hurt you.

“I was worried,” the god confessed as he played with your hair. “That your father wouldn’t see your side of things. Our side.”

You laid against his chest. “I would’ve ran away. I don’t care where we go. As long as I have you, I’ll be fine.”

“As will I, darling. As will I.” He pressed a kiss to your hair.

A/n: dividers made by the lovely @saradika-graphics! This is the first time I’ve written for Loki, so sorry if the characterization is a little off.

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson imagine #i tried my best

58 notes · View notes

miserable-sarah · 2 years ago

Text

You Forgot Me

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence

Summary: Bucky forgets who are after being controlled again.

“Stop it” you laugh loudly, Bucky on top of you holding you down while he tickles you, your hair is spread around the bed, a huge smile plastered on your face, your eyes shut from laughing, he loves the way your nose crinkles when you laugh. Bucky could seriously stare at you forever and find something new to love about you. “Stop, please!” You had tears coming from your eyes because you were laughing so hard. He put his arms up smiling.

“Fine, fine” he chuckles. He looks at you and you look at him. You let out a few laughs, you stared in his beautiful eyes. You lifted your hand to his cheek, his smile softened, so did yours. This is the perfect moment. You moved your hand down to his jaw. His hand moved to your hair touching it lightly. “You’re beautiful” he whispered to you and only you. He leaned down, your heart started to flutter. It’s finally happening. You closed your eyes ready for the kiss you’ve been waiting for since you met him.

“Bucky! Y/n! We’re outta here!” Sam barged in the room. Bucky quickly got off you. You sat up in bed and cleared your throat looking away. “Oh I’m sorry” Sam said walking out quickly. You looked at Bucky and laughed. The moment was ruined but you would still go for that kiss.

“Well I guess we better go” you nod feeling disappointed and walk out the room with him.

“There’s the happy couple” Steve joked. You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

“Sam” you said looking at him

“Hey I’m just telling what I saw”. He says putting his hands up. You looked at Bucky, he wasn’t looking at anyone just staring off like he always does.

“You with us?” You ask tapping his shoulder

“Yeah” he snapped out of it “yeah, nothing happened. We’re not a couple” he walks out of the house going to the ship. Everyone looks at you, you just shrug sometimes he just gets in these moods.

We all board the ship. Steve drives with Nat.

“How are you and Mr. Bucky” Sam teases sitting next to you.

“Oh stop” you push him lightly “he’s being weird, we had a good moment a perfect moment then you ruined it” you look at him, he chuckles “I mean I don’t know maybe it’s just because the moment was ruined but he didn’t say anything”

“Did you?”

“Well, no” you sigh

“Maybe you need to make the first move.”

“Maybe” you shrug looking at Bucky, he’s sitting in the back writing in a little book. You smile at him, he’s been doing really good after everything he’s been through he’s showing real progress in maintaining a good thought process. Maybe you’ll complicate things and that’s why he hasn’t made a move. Whatever the reason is you’re happy for him.

Mission went south, Bucky got taken and is being controlled again. He’s hurting people left and right. He’s been sent on you guys to stop. You almost went back home, you can’t deal with this but your team needs you. Although right now you’re getting your ass kicked. Not by Bucky a different super solider. You were laying on the ground coughing up blood.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself, you wipe your mouth and look at the punch that is coming to you. This one is going to knock you out and you know it. Steve stops it with his shield, he gets the guy. You slowly get up. Nat came over to help you.

“These guys are ridiculous” She says to you. You nod at her but you can’t take your eyes off Bucky. “Get him back” Nat pays you on the back. Everyone fights off the last solider, you ran after Bucky.

“James!” You yell, it’s dark of course. You can’t see much. Bucky stands in front of you he’s back a little. You look at him, he makes no move. “Bucky what are you doing?” You ask your voice shaking a little you know he can end you right here.

“Leave.”

“No. Not with out you” you stand your ground

“I’ll kill you!”

“No. No you won’t” you step forward. “Bucky it’s me. It’s Y/n. Don’t forget me” you feel your eyes stinging. You know he’s going to hate himself for this. “Bucky this isn’t you.”

“It is.”

“No. It’s not.” You hear him click a gun. Your breathing gets shaky. Bucky pretty much sprints towards you. You stand there ready for whatever is coming to you. He grabs the back of your head and smashes his lips to yours. You squeal and open your eyes. Bucky is kissing you. You kiss back, you close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Y/n” he says resting his forehead on yours.

“You forgot me” your panting.

“No, I didn’t” he shakes his head, he’s panting with you. He looks up and sees the team. He nods to them letting them know he’s fine. He’s back.

#steve and bucky #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #Bucky Barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky imagine #marvel x reader #Bucky x reader

446 notes · View notes

sarahowritesostucky · 6 months ago

Text

📖"The Taste of You"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 4552

Tags: Fresh AU, dark rom-com, dark!Bucky, pre-serum Steve, cannibalism, kidnapping, yandere/basement wife, meet cute-ish, gay sex n' stuff, dub-con bordering on non-con, ignoring of sexual boundaries

Summary: Steve is so tired of the meat market that modern dating has become. Just when he's deleted all the apps and given up on ever finding Mr. Right, he meets the perfect guy at the grocery store.

A dark, cute, funny, fucked up, and very tasty love story.

It's a Fresh AU. "If you can't handle the cannibalism, get out of the kitchen" ... or something like that

7. Sous Vide

Wait! I haven't read a previous chapter. Story Masterlist

Steve

For the first twenty-four hours, Steve alternates between crying, screaming, and sometimes even laughing. And his thoughts run a gamut twice as large.

8 hours in: This can’t be happening. Steve is so fucking stupid. He deserves what he gets. He’s not ready to die. He should find a way to kill himself. Maybe he can seduce James into letting him go.

12 hours in: Fuck James! Steve’s going to kill him. He doesn’t know how, but he is totally going to murder the shit out of him! What’s in the room, there must be something that he can use…

16 hours: Why is there NOTHING in this room that is useful?! Fuck, he’s screwed. Why did Steve have to go snooping in the basement? He can’t believe he was actually attracted to a serial killer. He fucked a serial killer. What does that say about him? Clint wouldn’t have fallen for this shit. Fuck. Steve never texted him. Ha—he won’t know where to send the cops to find his body after all.

18 hours: Is he going to go insane? Maybe. Maybe it’ll be better if he does. Which part of him will James try to cut off first? Steve thinks he’d rather keep his arms than his legs. If he had to choose that is. Who was that woman in the other cell? What did she lose first? Why isn’t she answering him when he yells out? Can she not hear him? Maybe she’s just crazy. How long has she been here? How long is Steve going to be here before he dies? Oh god, he doesn’t want to wind up like her!

20 hours: That must’ve been human meat up in the fridge. And Steve asked Bucky to make dinner with it. A rump roast. They would’ve been eating somebody’s ass for dinner.

24 hours: Holy fucking shit, is he ever stupid.

“Can I get you anything?” James asks him the third time he visits.

The first time he’d come, Steve had screamed and thrown hysterics until it drove James away.

The second time, he’d done nothing but cry softly and beg to be let go, as James told him what it is he does for a living.

The third time he just sits there and stares like a zombie. James doesn’t seem to like that. He comes over and feels Steve’s forehead, takes his pulse. Steve gasps and jerks away, huddling himself into the corner. James lets him go with a sad expression. “You need to try and calm down, honey,” he says. “I hate to see you suffering.”

Steve stares at him with wide eyes. “Are you gonna kill me?” he asks. He’s been thinking about it all day and night. He can’t get the image of that woman out of his head. “Are you gonna…” eat me?

James is shaking his head. “No, Steve. I told you: I don’t want to hurt you.”

Steve blinks. He only has fuzzy memories of the last two visits. He knows that James had stayed, especially that second time, knows that he’d sat and talked to Steve. But Steve is having a hard time remembering all the facts. He’d been out of his mind with emotion, not taking it all in. “I don’t remember,” he murmurs, nervous. “I… I don’t remember everything you said.”

James smiles sadly at him. “Okay. That’s understandable.” He goes and sits down on a metal stool that’s connected to the floor. It’s part of a little vanity set that Steve is unable to reach from his chained position by the bed. Steve’s got no clue why it’s there, if he can’t even reach it. He’s spent time wondering if the mirror is glass, and if he could break it and use a shard of it to murder James. “I’ll answer any questions you have,” James is offering amicably, breaking Steve out of his murderous thoughts. “What do you want to know?”

“I don’t want to die,” Steve whispers.

“You’re not going to die,” James tells him, a little exasperation creeping into his voice. “Stevie, you’re not listening: I am not going to kill you. I didn’t bring you here for work.”

Work. Steve rolls the word over in his mind. James is a serial killer. He kills people and eats them. Well, mostly he sells their meat to other people to eat them. But that doesn’t make it any better! Steve tries to read James’ face for a lie. He doesn’t believe him when he says he’s not going to kill Steve. Of course he’s going to kill Steve. He has to, now that Steve knows his secret.

Steve is so fucking stupid.

“Just… just do it fast,” Steve begs. He thinks of the limbless woman several cells down. He doesn’t know if she’s still alive. He hopes not. “Do it all at once, please. Don’t… don’t make me like her.”

James looks pained. “I know you don’t believe me, honey. But in time you’ll see. I really didn’t mean for you to wind up down here.” He smiles softly at him, which is equal parts sweet and disturbing. “I really do care for you Steve. I was looking forward to what we could have together. I still am. We can get past this, and in the end it’ll only have made our relationship stronger.”

Steve stares. James really means it. He actually thinks they’re still going to be boyfriends. Steve remembers that conversation they’d had in the car, how happy he’d been when James had taken his hand and confirmed their relationship status. Steve thinks of all the personal things he’s told James, all the times they’ve made love, laughed with each other; he thinks of how much he’d come to feel for James. Fuck, it’s awful. Steve feels betrayed. His Mr. Right is a cannibal serial killer. It’s not fucking fair. “I’m not ever going to be with you again,” he tells him blankly. He can’t believe he actually has to explain this. “James, you eat people.”

James sighs like that’s small potatoes. “I’m still me. I’m still that guy you met at the grocery store.”

Steve blinks, thinking about their encounter in the meat department, James holding out the package of venison with an expression of disgust and proclaiming himself a vegetarian. The hilarity of it hits Steve all of a sudden, and he starts to giggle.

James is watching him with a look of concern. “Steve?”

Steve shakes his head, the laughter growing and growing, and he keeps laughing until he folds over with it. It turns into a sob. He squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed. “Sorry,” he whispers, shaking his head. “Sorry, I just… I’m panicking, a little.”

It’s quiet for a long moment, and then Steve gasps as the mattress dips and James is right there, pulling him into his arms. Steve struggles, pushing against him. “No!”

But James hushes him and hugs him tightly, and Steve can’t get away. “Shh sh sh,” James says. “It’s okay, I know you’re scared, Steve. I know. It’s gonna be okay. You’ll see. It’s all going to be just fine.”

It really isn’t, but Steve doesn’t know what else to do besides cry. James holds him through it and eventually lays him down on the mattress, kissing his tear stained cheek. “Rest,” he murmurs, and he gets up and leaves.

The fourth time James comes into his cell, Steve has formed a loose plan. He’s not going to panic anymore. He’s going to be productive. He’s going to gain James’ trust, make him believe that Steve loves him and won’t run away. Then, when he gets his chance, he’ll kill James and escape. There’s no other option. This is what he has to do.

“Hey,” James says, looking cautious as he swipes the keycard that unlocks the room’s slatted door. He slides it open and steps inside. He’s got another tray of food. “Brought you some lunch.”

Steve watches as he sets the tray onto the floor and gives it a push towards him. His stomach rumbles loudly—he hasn’t eaten since James locked him in here. The first few meals got thrown in fits of rage and desperation, the ones after that simply ignored and refused. But Steve obviously isn’t the first captive to try going on a hunger strike, and James has kept patiently bringing trays for every mealtime. Now Steve has a new game plan, and he pulls the tray over and picks up the silicone spoon (not even plastic utensils. This guy really is careful). He looks over the food and then glances at James. “...This is all… it’s vegetarian, right?” he checks.

James knows what he’s really asking, and he nods. “Yeah. Just chicken noodle,” he says gently.

Steve decides to believe him. He brings a spoonful of the soup to his lips, blows on it, swallows. It’s not bad, and he’s 99.9% sure that those are chunks of chicken floating in the broth.

James takes a seat on the metal stool and watches him eat the meal. “You’re calmer today,” he observes.

Steve shrugs, playing it cool. “Yeah,” he simply says. “I had time to think it over.”

“Yeah?” James sounds hopeful. “Okay. That’s good. Do you need anything?”

He asks that every time he visits Steve. So far Steve has only ever yelled or cried or remained totally silent in response. “Books?” he says this time, meeting James’ eyes. James looks surprised. “I don’t know how long I’ve been down here,” Steve says. “It gets boring.”

James smiles tentatively. “Just a little over a day, now. Yeah, honey. I can bring you books.”

“Okay,” Steve says. He goes on eating the soup. There’s a little hunk of a baguette with it. He tears off a piece and dips it into the broth, pops it into his mouth and chews. “Thank you.”

James leaves shortly after that, and within what feels like a few hours, Steve is supplied with a whole cart full of books. “I didn’t know what you liked,” James says sheepishly as Steve looks over the titles. “Hope this is good enough.”

“It’s great,” Steve says. He actually wasn’t expecting so many, or such a good selection. “Thank you.”

James looks very pleased. He takes a step closer and leans down, reaches out like he’ll touch him. Steve flinches and James’ face falls.

“Sorry,” Steve mutters, cursing himself for the reaction. “I’m sorry James. This is just…” he sighs. “It’s scary, you know?”

James nods. “Bucky,” he says.

“What?”

“Bucky.” He comes close again and kneels down. He takes Steve’s hand in his. It’s the one that’s chained to the floor. “My name.”

“Your name isn’t James?” Steve doesn’t know why he finds that so disappointing. It shouldn’t matter, but he’d hoped that he’d at least been getting to know the real man, before the other shoe dropped. Apparently not. It just figures that the one decent guy Steve manages to meet would turn out to be a psycho.

“No, it is. James Buchanan Barnes,” James says. “My sister started it, back when we were kids. She couldn’t say Buchanan, so,” he shrugs. “Bucky.”

Steve gapes. “Wait, you really do have a sister? You weren’t just making that up?”

James—or Bucky, apparently—looks hurt. “No, I wasn’t making it up. I never lied to you, Steve.”

Steve can’t help it, he laughs meanly. “Yeah right. You said there was nothing down here but storage,” he snaps, yanking his hand back from Bucky’s grip. “You’re a serial killer!”

“I didn’t lie to you about who I am,” Bucky says sternly. “I’m still the same person, Steve. Everything we had together was real. It still is.” He puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder and grips him. “I still care about you.”

Steve swallows heavily, wondering if his face is neutral. He’s trying to keep it that way, but it’s hard when all he feels is horror, disappointment and disgust. At least he’s managed not to yank himself away from Bucky’s grip on him. “Bucky,” he says, trying the name out. It seems to fit, and James looks very pleased when he uses it. Steve nods. “Okay. Bucky it is.”

Bucky smiles. “I knew you were special,” he says happily. But when Steve doesn’t react, he gets despondent again. “I didn’t want this for you,” he says, releasing Steve’s shoulder. “I wanted us to be happy together.”

Steve frowns. “How was that going to work?” he asks. “Don’t you think I would’ve found out about this eventually?”

Bucky nods. “Well yeah. But not like this. I was going to tell you, eventually. But I was gonna break it to you slowly.”

Steve fights the urge to laugh like a maniac. “Oh? How does one break that kind of news slowly?”

“I know it’s a lot. And it’s shocking.”

“Gee, you think?” Steve quips.

Bucky laughs, Steve’s levity putting him at ease. He sits down on the floor, crossing his legs. “It's so different from what people think. God, if you only knew, Steve. Knew what it was really like.”

Steve shivers at how dreamily Bucky says that. He has to work up the courage to say, “Tell me?”

Bucky looks surprised that he’s asking, but then his eyes sharpen on him, evaluating. He’s suspicious. “Why do you want to know?” he asks.

Steve shrugs and tries to act like it’s no big deal. “I dunno. Just curious I guess. What it tastes like, why you even want to do it.” He peeks up at Bucky. “Why do you?”

For a moment, it doesn’t seem like Bucky’s going to answer. But then he says, “It’s not just about food, or eating. It’s…” he pauses, staring at Steve in an evaluating way, like he’s not sure Steve will get it. “It’s about giving,” he eventually says, watching Steve carefully. “Giving yourself over to somebody. Becoming one with somebody else, forever. And that’s…” he shakes his head, reverent. “That’s a beautiful thing. That’s surrender. That’s true intimacy.”

Steve gulps, suddenly hoping that his lunch stays down for this conversation. “But…” he breathes. “But they don’t do it willingly.”

Bucky’s eyes lose their gleam. He looks away. “No,” he says quietly. “No, they don’t.” He doesn’t expound on that, and Steve doesn’t dare to ask any more questions. Bucky sighs and moves on. “As for how it tastes, well…” the corners of his mouth curl up, and when he meets Steve’s eyes again, it’s terrifying. “If it’s done right? It’s like nothing you’ve ever tasted before. It’s fucking exquisite.”

Steve thinks of the story Bucky had told, about the villagers in China; the mystery meat. He knows now that it must’ve been true. That was probably the first time Bucky had ever tasted human flesh. And he’d liked it. Steve shivers. “And you know lots of other people who do this?” he asks. "Enough to run a whole business off of?"

A cannibal cabal, Christ.

Bucky nods. “My clients; they like to eat women, specifically. Because it’s a sexual thing for them, you know?” He shrugs. “I don’t think women actually taste better, but whatever. I’m here to satisfy the customer.” He tilts his head and squints at Steve. “You know, if you wanted to try it…”

“No,” Steve says, knowing that his acting abilities don’t extend that far. He shakes his head. “I can’t. Please.”

Bucky looks disappointed, but he accepts it. “Okay,” he says softly. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you.” He moves closer, kneeling right in front of Steve and looking at him tenderly. He puts both hands on his shoulders. Steve fights not to recoil. “Steve,” Bucky says softly, voice full of emotion. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I wish I could have you upstairs with me, I really do. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Steve swallows dryly. “What are you gonna do?”

Bucky stares at him for a long moment. Then, slowly, he leans in and kisses him on the mouth. He pulls back and watches Steve’s expression. “I don’t know,” he says softly. “I want to keep you, I do. I don't want to have to hurt you. I want to date you, like we were doing.”

Steve shivers under Bucky’s scrutiny. This guy is whacked. “...But?” he asks.

Bucky shakes his head sadly. He pulls back and rises to his feet. “I don’t know,” he says. “I just don’t know.” He walks back over to the door. “I’ve always dreamed of finding someone who I could share this with, you know? Someone I could really trust and share absolutely everything with. Because it gets lonely, ya know? Having this part of myself that I can’t share with a partner."

Steve stares, incredulous at Bucky’s capacity for delusion. “You said you were married,” he says, suddenly remembering. “What happened to him?” Bucky’s expression shutters and he looks away, and that’s all the answer that Steve needs. “You killed him,” Steve whispers, horrified.

Bucky turns away. “I told you we didn’t see eye to eye on things. It just wasn’t meant to be.”

Steve can’t believe what he’s hearing. “So you ate him?”

“No,” Bucky says sharply, looking back over his shoulder at Steve with something like resentment. “I would never eat someone I loved.”

Steve starts to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Not without their consent.”

Steve’s eyes bug out of his head.

Bucky shakes his head as he notices Steve’s expression. “Don’t worry. It’s going to be different with us. You'll see. It’ll take time, I know that now. But maybe in the long run it’s good that you found out this soon. Now we can just work on moving past it.”

Steve blinks at him. Keep your face calm, keep your face calm, don’t make a face, relaxrelaxrelax—

Bucky sighs and steps out of the cell. “I’ll be back later with your dinner, okay?” He slides the door shut. The electric keypad beeps. He gives Steve one last bittersweet look of affection through the wooden slats. “Try to relax. Get some rest. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Steve watches him leave, hears him take the steps back upstairs, opening and closing the door up there, more electronic locks beeping. Once Steve’s positive that he’s alone again, he inhales hugely and lets it out in a long, slow exhale. “Fuck,” he whispers, overwhelmed. This is not going to be easy.

Bucky

Bucky finds himself feeling melancholy as the day wears on. He thinks about Ian a lot, remembers how his husband had looked at him like he was a monster, when Bucky had finally confided his deepest secret. It was like watching a Manchurian candidate switch on; like the past three years hadn’t happened and he’d never even loved Bucky at all.

To feel better, he pulls some of Melissa for dinner, seasoning and cooking the meat sous vide. He lights the tall candlesticks on the dining room table in her honor and eats slowly, thinking about how she’d smiled up at him, that last time. She’d told Bucky that she was ready, that she knew she was crazy and Bucky could finally end it. He’d promised her he would. And then she’d smiled and cried and asked him for a kiss before she slipped under.

Bucky thinks it’s pretty fucked up, that he kissed her. Maybe even more fucked up than the fact that he’s sitting here eating her with a garlic velouté. But he can't help it. He loves the ones that find acceptance in the end. Melissa had been beautiful to him, then. Willingness is the ultimate fantasy, of course, but that's something which Bucky has come to realize he'll probably never get.

He sighs, sipping his glass of wine. It’s Sunday evening. He was supposed to be sharing a meal with Steve right now, laughing over stupid jokes and learning more about each other. Growing closer. Setting the stage for a future where he could finally be truly intimate with the person he loved.

Bucky’s so upset that this is how it’s played out. Melissa doesn’t even taste that good, his stomach churning the more he ruminates about it. He sets his fork down and rubs his forehead in stress, thinking of Steve. Fuck, he doesn’t want to lose him.

After dinner he sends a tray down in the dumbwaiter, carrying another. He passes Steve’s room and hears him call out, but Bucky doesn’t answer. He doesn’t want Steve to have to know any more about Eileen than is strictly necessary. She’s a horrible person, and Steve shouldn’t have to deal with her. Bucky sits Eileen up and feeds her her dinner, not bothering to talk to her. She’s teetering on the edge, he can tell. If he’s lucky, she’ll go catatonic. Then he won’t even have to make conversation. He wipes her mouth and asks her if she has to use the bathroom.

No answer.

He lays her back down, covering her with the blanket. She’s just depressing him now. Bucky takes a good, long look at her when he’s standing back at the door to her room, admiring his work and what he’s reduced her to. “Do you know why I did this to you?” he asks her, in an uncharacteristically morbid mood. “Hm?”

Slowly, she turns her head to look at him. She doesn’t say anything, which pisses Bucky off.

“It’s because you’re the lowest level of human scum. A mother’s supposed to protect her children, not offer them up for the slaughter.”

She blinks at him. “So you slaughtered me.”

He nods.

“How did I taste?”

Bucky shrugs. “Average.” He’s long since abandoned the notion that a person’s moral fiber affects their taste. It doesn’t. Bucky’s clients are romantic. They like to think that sex and age and race make a difference, but the sad fact of the matter is that underneath their skin, people are all the same—meat. “I dressed you up with a really nice red wine reduction,” he tells her, more to try and fuck with her emotions than anything else. “If that makes you feel better.”

“Why not him?” she asks, and Bucky knows who she means.

“Because you’re her mother!” he growls. “The one person a child is supposed to be able to count on, no matter what!” Not that he hadn’t considered taking the boyfriend, too, but that was a lot more work, and he’d never make a profit on a male anyways. “How can you even live with yourself? How could you let him in your home?!”

She infuriates him further by not caring. “I worked with what I had,” she says.

Bucky sees red. He immediately leaves the room and goes to grab a syringe of potassium chloride. “You’re done,” he tells her, then finds a vein and pushes. He watches as her heart stops and the light fades from her eyes.

Like always, he’s not as satisfied by the death as he wants. He doesn’t think he ever will be.

He’s not in the mood to harvest her, so he puts her on the cart and wheels her into the walk-in fridge, leaving her there to be dealt with later. He’ll send out an email tomorrow to see if he’s got any takers on fresh organ meats or ribs. Sometimes he gets lucky and can hock the entrails at full price.

If not, oh well. He’ll just make a nice paté.

Steve is reading a book when Bucky brings his dinner in. “Hey,” Bucky says, setting the tray down next to the mattress and taking a seat on the floor. He looks Steve over. He seems calm enough, which Bucky likes. “What are you reading?”

“Atlas Shrugged. You have a very well-rounded library,” he tells him. Then he catches sight of Bucky’s face and he looks him over more closely. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky’s lips twitch. “How do you know anything’s wrong?”

“I can tell,” he says simply. “You’re upset.”

Bucky stares at him, but eventually he huffs and gives up, looking away. “Eileen’s done,” he says. “It’s just you down here, now.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “You… you killed her?”

“Yeah.” Bucky sees him react. The kid is afraid. “Steve, I told you I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that,” he mutters. “But here I am, chained up in your basement.”

Bucky snorts and looks away. “Yeah. Touché.”

They’re both quiet then. Eventually Steve reaches for half of the turkey sandwich Bucky’s prepared for him. He lifts the top piece of bread and then looks to Bucky with a dubious eyebrow raised. “It’s ‘vegetarian’,” Bucky says, putting quotes on the word to let Steve know he means “people-free.”

Steve takes a bite so big that Bucky can’t help but feel warmed by how it means that Steve is trusting him. Steve chews and says, “What are you going to do with me?”

God, isn’t that the fucking dilemma of the year? Bucky shakes his head, frowning at the tray between them. “I don’t know.”

“...You could take me back upstairs,” Steve suggests. Bucky’s eyes shoot back up, alarmed. “Just to hang out!” Steve adds hastily. “We could spend time together, but then you could always put me back down here.”

Bucky sighs. Steve’s a smart cookie, he’ll give him that. “No,” he tells him. “You’re just trying to escape.”

“I’m not. I—”

“Don’t lie to me!” Steve shuts up abruptly, and Bucky feels bad for having snapped. He clenches his jaw and looks away. He hates seeing Steve afraid of him. “You shouldn’t have snuck down here, Steve,” he grumbles, pissed, because Steve has ruined everything. Bucky was so excited to finally get to be with someone, to start anew and do it right this time. But now they can’t even have that.

Really, he’s not even angry at Steve. He’s angry at himself. He’s never, ever left the door to the basement unlocked. It was a freak accident and it’s ruined all his plans. “Fuck,” he curses quietly, slapping his hand down onto the carpeted floor in frustration. He closes his eyes and puts his head in his hands. He feels so lost.

Before he knows it, he feels an arm wrapping around him. Steve has moved to his side and is trying to hold him comfortingly.

Bucky looks over, surprised. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” Steve murmurs. “I’m sorry I went and messed it up. …I really did like you, before.”

Bucky’s heart constricts. “You did?” he asks, wanting to hear him say it again.

“Yeah.” Steve says, his voice so sad, like he’s lost all hope of ever finding someone to love, now. “I did.”

Bucky knows that he has to show Steve that they can still be together, that the important things haven’t changed. “I’m still me, Steve,” he promises. “And you’re still you. And we’re here together. We can still make it work.”

Steve makes a noise of protest, but Bucky hushes him. “I’m going to show you,” he says, already thinking about how he’ll do it. “You’ll see.” Steve’s face is doubtful as Bucky gets up, but Bucky is motivated now. He isn’t going to let Steve become just another captive. He’s going to make him see. He’s going to make him his.

youtube

Story Masterlist

Masterlist

🍵Consider tipping your friendly neighborhood starving artist smut author!

💖To be added to any of my tag lists, please use This form (it's easy!)

✍🏻Commissions: reach out via Tumblr DM or contact here

Tags: @scottishrosefury, @not-that-syndrigast, @lolitsbuckybarnes, @kathy-2005, @stuckysgal, @thenewmissescullen, @sapphirebarnes, @Yoruse, @autumnrose40, @alexakeyloveloki, @gretasimp, @kandismom, @ivoryangel1290, @mrs-rogers-barnes1, @iloveshawnieboi, @m0k0k0, @sousydive

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers #fanfiction #steve rogers x bucky barnes #fanfic #sebastian stan #dark!fic #dark bucky barnes #shrinkyclinks #fresh au #fresh movie #fresh 2022 #dark comedy #dark romance #yandere #Youtube

24 notes · View notes

siremasterlawrence · 1 year ago

Text

Gotham Knights: The Fallen Angels

Part 1

Batman is not expecting any guest in the Bat cave when the metallic door swings right open as the water flows through a jet flew in.

A strange air craft rolls in floating in the mid of the surrounding areas quite the shiny ilk to it and he lands in the flying pad lands a gust of it shoots out.

The doors to the object lift upward in to the sky two men exit the aircraft each land in a heroic style I see a theme of star spangle stripes.

Captain America drops his shield in an odd manner with a tough guy demeanor he has never exuded before in his life his eyes are narrow.

Bruce is in a state of shock he faces him in a stand off walking toward the sexy star spangled titan and he smirks with a nervous smile.

Bruce jumps off the ramp flipping in to the air he does a cannon ball style landing and it shook through time Bucky walks out an evil glare.

“What the fuck? Steve how on earth did you find me?””

“We have our ways idiot! We have an offer for you.”

“What would that foolish offer be?”

“Join the Legion Of Lawrence”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Are you kidding me?”

“We are deadly serious”

“Apparently! Let me guess or you will kill me.”

“Precisely!”

“Alfred run! I will be fine “

“No you won’t”

“Agreed Cap”

Bucky falls to one knee giving his allegiance to me in love and admiration of my power to let Captain America have his time with a fist he races in.

Bruce lets smoke bombs go throwing them as they drop to the floor exploding on to the way with impact filling the room up with so much smoke.

Its lifts in the skyline a white light washes on to him showcasing his bat symbol with just his wings in the vision of images flashes on and off.

“Why do you resist Bruce? You rather suffer all your life.”

“Be happy and healthy! Join us”

“What then? Let you groom me into a villain no thanks.”

Steve throws his shield knocking Bruce in to a coma like state unconscious to the world he lays limp at the mercy of his captures two of his ex Allie’s.

Master Lawrence refrains a bit pressing the down button as the elevator skyrockets to the basement Bat cave with Alfred in toe who tries to flee.

The man snaps his fingers as the two slaves get to work unloading all four of the stasis pods and just in case you are wondering the rest of the bay family is resting in pieces.

One quick shove locks Alfred in place as the fumes of darkness overshadow his form and Bruce soon becomes the real intended victim.

Steve and Bucky lift him up one at each end in a last test of their will they fall prey to my power and throw him into the pod sealing it permanently shut.

The gas shall consume him in his a mental hell of his owns making watch as it seeps in through his nose he can’t stop it from his lungs.

Part 2

“Is that the Bat alert” Dick Grayson rolls

to his side of his bed drifting in and out of sleep.

“Bruce? Alfred?” He yells smacking himself in to a feverish pitch he leaps from the bed performing parkour to the bathroom.

Kicking the door close be lands on his feet in a perfect ten fashion he imagines the rose of fans applauding him.

That was the good ole days with his family being The Flying Graysons for Haileys circus for years.

His head darts downward as he grasp the bathroom sink tightly, slamming his eyes shut he sobs.

Memories of the night present themselves in a more vivid fashion than usual constantly unwavering In intensity with fear set in he looks upward.

“Mom? Dad?” Dick says their faces appear on the mirror glass haunting him he backs up.

“No way this can’t be happening!” He lets go screaming like a little girl.

“Oh yes! It is you little bitch.” A hollow heavy voice emerges from the chaos.

“What the? Oooooohhhhhh” Dick barely can say before he injected.

“So much more pleasing now.”

“You won’t be giving Master any trouble now will you.”

“Blaabbbbb”

“Babbling like a idiot “

“Boss I right of course”

“It works miracles”

“Apparently “

“Nice ass by the way”

Bucky cracks his knuckles this time having no regard for anything or anyone speeds through the window.

Glass shatters everywhere raining to the city below but he does not ever notice the event as it play.

All he can think about so pleasing the man who single handled freed him from his do gooder mind set.

The city is in an uproar since Batman has left the building it has become a far worse place a seedy bin of corruption.

Criminals running rampant nobody gives a damn about it not even Mayor Hill or a hero in a badge Commissioner Gordon.

Bucky enters the Batcave the pod opens he slips him in and sentences him to a life of service to me.

“Who are you?”

“Your friend “

“Mwahahahahaha “

The end

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #jaosn todd #bat family #Finding Faith #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave

13 notes · View notes

themculibrary · 1 year ago

Text

Ceo Steve Rogers Masterlist

An Unexpected Engagement (ao3) - thedrih steve/natasha M, 208k

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has a huge crush on CEO Steve and decides that the company's Christmas party is the perfect opportunity to win him over but she ends up exaggerating and after several disastrous events she wakes up in Steve's bed without remembering how she got there. And the most surprising thing is that he makes her an unusual proposal: that she pretend to be her fiancée!

Steve Rogers is a workaholic CEO who, in order to escape the family's insistence that he have a serious relationship, invents a fake bride. And when the family shows up by surprise and catches him with the employee he brought home drunk and passed out last night, he decides to make her a proposal: that Natasha pretend to be his fake bride.

What Steve doesn't realize is that Natasha has much more elaborate plans for him, making him a very malicious counterproposal!

Call me maybe (but only during business hours) (ao3) - MaddieWritesStucky (Madeleine_Ward) steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Bucky's brain and his dick catch on at the same time in a borderline painful rush of blood. He hears Steve pull back from the phone to address his clients, placating them with an apology and the assurance that this won’t take long, and Jesus Christ...Steve is actually doing this.

Steve is actually going to let this happen, going to let Bucky have one-sided phone sex with him while he sits there in some boardroom, with actual clients sitting right in front of him.

What the fuck.

Can’t Stop Thinking About You (ao3) - Swietek93 steve/natasha E, 10k

Summary: “Hey, it’s not my fault Mister Gorgeous asked for you.”

“He what?”

(Jewelry shop AU in which Natasha has the hots for Steve and Steve can’t figure out how to talk to her so he ends up buying a ton of jewelry.)

Dreams Do Come True (ao3) - captasha007 steve/natasha M, 114k

Summary: “Come in!”

Her heart jumped hearing his voice, making her more nervous, so she slowly opens the door and enters the office.

And God almighty, can she just die?

Because there, standing behind a desk, was Steve Rogers aka the asshole who spilled coffee on her blouse earlier. The guy who she yelled and cussed out.

Yep, kill her right now.

feeling the tension, feeling the stress (ao3) - oceanicspirit steve/natasha E, 8k

Summary: this game between the two could go so far, that one of them has to break

Home Sweet Home (ao3) - Auggusst steve/tony, carol/rhodey T, 4k

Summary: CEO Steve Rogers is plenty eager to get back to his wonderful husband and their kids after a week long business trip. He loves taking care of Tony's company, but much prefers taking care of his family instead.

i am not impressed [by your six figure cheque] (ao3) - circaclementine steve/bucky E, 28k

Summary: Steve Rogers, CEO of Stark Industries, dominates in the boardroom. He’s every bit as intimidating and impressive as the whispers lead people to believe. At the end of the day, when he leaves the building and heads home, he shrugs off that persona along with his immaculate three-piece suit.

In the small apartment he shares with his boyfriend Bucky, he’s anything but in charge.

Late Night Endeavors (ao3) - spazzgirl steve/natasha E, 3k

Summary: Steve didn’t know how things ended up this way

Love Alight Like Electric Touch (ao3) - dioncchusmic steve/natasha, steve/wanda G, 71k

Summary: Liberal lawyer Natasha Romanoff is doing everything that she can to prevent the community ballet center from it's destruction, wherein the said ballet center is bought by SHIELD Industries, aka Steve Rogers' company.

They come into an agreement that he won't destroy the community ballet center as long as she works for him as his Chief Counsel, what happens when Natasha agrees and finds out more than what she's bargained for?

mi casa es su casa (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: “I dunno, I just—” Tony wrung his hands and dropped his head as tears began to well up, overwhelmed. “I don’t—”

“Oh, baby boy,” Steve said. “Why didn’tcha come ‘ta me earlier?”

Tony whimpered, frustrated.

Steve sighed and began to unbuckle his pants. "Don't ya worry now," he promised, rucking up Tony's dress. "I give it ta you, promise."

Take me private (ao3) - Silver_StCloud steve/bucky, peggy/steve M, 37k

Summary: How to get yourself into a pickle (if you're Steve Rogers) in 6 easy steps:

Step 1: suspect your wife of cheating on you

Step 2: Snoop on your wife's laptop and discover her secret kink for m/m porn

Step 3: discover her Only Fans account and, in turn, discover a very cute adult entertainer who goes by the name 'Bucky'

Step 4: create your own Only Fans account to get even with your wife. Request nude photos from Bucky

Step 5: start video chatting with Bucky on the regular, then agree to meet in person

Step 6: fall in love with Bucky and start an affair

(Congratulations, Steve Rogers, you are now in a pickle.)

The Benefits of A Sugar Baby (ao3) - this_wayward_life steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve's had a long day at work. Bucky knows just how to make him feel better.

Such a good cockwarmer (ao3) - jensencanfricklemyfrackle steve/bucky M, 1k

Summary: Steve was getting very tense about this meeting, so Bucky volunteered to become a bit of 'stress relief' - by being Steve's cockwarmer

Won’t You Come Around and Waste My Time (ao3) - stucktogether steve/bucky E, 65k

Summary: So, a blonde and a brunette walk into a bar…

“Steve, I’ve had a great time talking with you. But I don’t really know why I even came here and… I don’t want to waste more of your time. I’m sorry.”

“You can waste my time,” Steve’s eyes soften. “As much as you want. I don’t really do this much these days but I just… You’re so pretty, Buck. And you’re sweet and I really wanna know how that whiskey tastes on your lips.”

Okay, so maybe Bucky can do one more one-night stand.

You Know I Live for the Hustle (ao3) - Bittersweet_in_Boston steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: He’s coming back down the aisle a few minutes later, calling over his shoulder to Nat, when he turns his head just in time to avoid bumping into 3C, who’s standing there, looking at Bucky intensely but maybe also a little uncertainly.

Bucky stops and looks up into 3C’s face. He has to physically restrain himself from swallowing hard, because 3C is a Specimen of the Highest Order. Tall, a few inches taller than Bucky’s six feet, dressed in head-to-toe Tom Ford business casual with dark blond hair sweeping across his forehead and curling at his very expensive shirt collar, piercing blue eyes, full lips, and a neatly trimmed, well-cared-for beard.

Further investigation reveals glints of silver in both hair and beard, and now Bucky really needs to go lie down. Instead, he raises his eyebrows as if to say, Well?

Your Head Is Bent Back, And Your Back Is Arched, My Hand Is Under There Holding You Up (ao3) - goldlining steve/bucky N/R, 2k

Summary: CEO Steve and husband Bucky have wild sex in Steve's office basically.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #steve rogers #ceo!steve #ceo!steve masterlist #masterlists

4 notes · View notes

writing-multifandoms · 3 years ago

Text

Avengers + others reacting to reader passing out/getting dizzy.

( headcanons )

REQUESTS ~ CLOSED

The whole team ( like everyone ) :

Peter and Bruce notice the signs first. The way your eyes are glazed over. Whoever is closest to you will grab your arm if you sway or stumble forward.

It kinda depends on why you're feeling faint. If it's because of sickness, Bruce will definitely give you an IV so that you start to get better

If it's because of not sleeping, don't be surprised if they drag you to your room and make you go to sleep for like the whole day.

If it's because you haven't ate, then everyone will start arguing over what you should eat. While everyone is arguing, Steve and Bruce sneak away to the kitchen and get you some chocolate and a glass of orange juice

If there's no reason, then they will make sure to have you sit or lay down. They will also always keep a closer eye on you.

Tony Stark

He probably will tease you about being clumsy. He might even make a little joke or comment about it. Once he realizes that you are dizzy, he instantly goes into action.

If you start to pass out and he cannot reach you in time, he'll have one of his suits get around you so that you don't injure yourself falling.

If you don't wake up pretty much immediately, he's going to get Bruce. He might joke at first but he's still worried about you.

If he does reach you in time, he's going to wrap him arm firmly but gently around your waist. Once your eyes slide close, he picks you up and waits for a few moments. If you don't wake up, he'll take you to Bruce.

Steve Rogers :

He's literally by your side as soon as you stagger to the left. He starts rambling off questions. Asking if you had eaten that day or if you are sleepy.

When you pass out from the overwhelming wave of vertigo, his worry triples. He checks your pulse quickly before picking up your limp form.

It doesn't matter if you were only unconscious for three seconds. He is still taking you to Bruce. He deeply cares for you and would never forgive himself if anything were to happen to you.

He also hovers slightly now. He wants to be close enough to make sure that you are feeling okay and not feeling like you are going to pass out.

Bucky Barnes :

" You okay there, doll?" He says as he moves closer.

Once he gets closer, he gets his answer. You feel the room spinning and you blindly grab whatever is close to you. Turns out is was Bucky's metal arm.

He positions his body to where his normal arm wraps around your waist. He doesn't want to hurt you with his metal arm. He guides you to the closest couch and gets a good look at you.

He is trying to get to the bottom of your dizziness when you end up losing consciousness. Bucky immediately yells for Bruce and checks your pulse.

When you wake up, you're in Bucky's bed, a IV in your arm.

" You gave me quite a scare there, doll."

Thor :

If you get lightheaded on Asgard he takes you to the healers immediately. He's is super worried about you. You mean the world to him.

If you get dizzy on earth, he takes you to Bruce. Will not hesitate to pick you up when he sees the way your eyes glaze over.

Will freak out even more if you end up passing out in his arms. He holds you close in his arms. If you are injured and pass out in battle, Thor is p i s s e d.

When that happens he will not hesitate to kill all nearby enemies, his eyes glowing a deep blue as rage clouds him.

Loki :

He'll react similar to Tony. He most likely will tease you about it and make some smart comments about it.

But the moment, your eyes flutter, he teleports to your side. He's a trickster and likes joking around sometimes. But, he will actually draw a line when it comes to your health or your well being.

Demands Bruce to make sure that you are okay. The good thing is, Loki can teleport/shape shift.

So if he notices from far away that you are close to fainting, he'll immediately be by your side, to make sure you don't fall.

May or may not tease you though.

" You fainted directly into my arms. If you wanted my attention, you did not have to resort to such extremes."

Stephen Strange :

Okay if it's before his accident, he will immediately check you out. He's also a " I told you so." Type of guy so don't be surprised if he scolds you.

He will be worried if you end up passing out. Will take you to the hospital but won't let anyone but him and Christine check you out.

If it's after the accident, then you are kind of in luck. He has been more aware of his thoughts. If he notices that you look like you are able to collapse, he won't hesitate to use his powers.

He'll freeze everything to get to your side. He'll resume time when his arm is snug around your waist. Does panic a bit if you end up passing out. Won't let you do anything for the rest of the day.

If you end up passing out before he can freeze time, his cloak will always beat him to getting to you. His cloak will keep you upright so that strange can pick you up.

Peter Parker :

He could sense something was off. He was worried as he made his way to your side.

" Y/N, you oka-"

You fainted out of nowhere, your eyes rolling back in your head as your knees buckled. He was able to stop you from falling.

He had caught you with a web, a string of strong material had latched on your back. This was good enough until peter was able to get in front of you. You slumped forward in his arms.

" Mr. Stark? What should i- d-d-do?" Fear was evident in his eyes.

" Hold tight, kid. I'll get Bruce."

You awaken three minutes later and Peter has tears in his eyes. He thought you were gone forever.

Bruce Banner

Instant worry. As soon as he notices you start to sway unsteadily on your feet, he's going to pick you up. He will do a thorough exam to try and get to the bottom of it.

If you do end up passing out, he'll catch you and lay your body on the exam table, making sure that you are comfortable. While he does your exam, he'll make sure to keep an hand on your hip to make sure that you won't end up slipping

He feels better if he can find a reason behind your fainting. However, if he can't, then he'll will just make a habit of checking up on you more to see if you are feeling okay.

Natasha Romanoff :

She was already super protective of you. She felt really worried when she noticed what state you were in. Discreetly wraps her arm around your waist and supports a good portion of your weight.

Her grip tightens on you when your knees start to buckle. If you end up passing out, she will lift you into her arms and go in search of Bruce.

She won't leave your side while you are being attended to. She will also hold your hand while you are out. This is so you will recognize her when you wake up so you won't be alone.

May or may not use you feeling dizzy as an excuse to cuddle extra close to you. That way if you do end up passing out she will be close to catch you. + More affection.

Wanda Maximoff :

If she cannot reach you in time when you begin to lose consciousness, she will definitely use her powers. She would levitate you as gently as she could.

It also depends on where you feel dizzy at as well. If you feel dizzy but you are out and about, she will discreetly being you close and wrap her arm around you to keep you upright and steady.

If you start to feel lightheaded at the compound, Wanda will fully use her powers to make sure that you are safe. She will also carry you to bed.

Will not let you get up unless it's to go to the bathroom.

Vision :

Starts asking you questions while guiding you to the nearest soft surface. If you do end up passing out, he will pull you into his arms. He will time how long you are out for. If it's longer than a minute, he's taking you to Bruce.

Also keeps you a little snack stash for whenever you feel lightheaded or feel faint. You have also noticed that he is starting to hover more ( literally and figuratively ). If he notices you start to sway, he'll go right behind you and gently grab you so that you lean back against his chest.

While doing this, Vision will also discreetly check your pulse and temperature, but most times when he does that you are too out of it to even notice.

Just naturally worried about you. He wants you to be happy and healthy so he always makes sure to ask if you are feeling alright. You should also use it to get more cuddles out of him. When you cuddle up to him suddenly out of the blue, he will immediately ask you if you are alright.

Sam Wilson

Takes you to Bruce immediately. No like for real. And don't even get him started if you do end up passing out. Sam loves you so much so he's going to make sure that you are good.

Definitely makes you eat real food. None of that instant stuff. Even if he has to make it himself. If it's stops you from feeling faint, then he's willing to do that for you.

CUDDLING.... MORE CUDDLING.

He is definitely one of those people who loves cuddling with their s/o. If you do end up passing out, he will definitely be taking you to Bruce.

If there is no reason for your fainting then Sam will put you in bed. He will also make sure that you are as comfortable as he can make you. He will also have your favorite snack/food and/or movie ready.

Might make a joke or two about it.

Clint Barton :

( I forgot him oops )

Okay, he's like a mix between Natasha and Tony. He would tease you a little but like the instant he sees that you are looking a little out of it, he kinda panics. He definitely hovers close to you. However long this spell goes on, he will have both hands on you.

Will drag you to Bruce of he has to. He doesn't play around when it comes to your health. Once Clint has you steady he will crack a joke or two after make sure that you're good.

" I guess you could say you're falling for me."

Is a lot more hesitant for you to go into battle. He's now like ten times more protective of you, especially if the enemies know about your fainting spells.

He feels a little better about it if there's a reason behind you feeling woozy. Of it's something that can be fixed like eating enough, he'll make sure he always has snacks/drinks on him when you are around. He'll pull you into his lap and will make sure you are straight .

2K notes · View notes

specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

Text

Steve/Bucky x Autistic!child!reader - runaway

Sorry previous anon was me i accidentally sent it before finishing writing 😭 could you please do a child!autistic reader x steve or bucky (or both) with prompts 19 and 24? 💜 - Anon 💜

19. “I won’t let them hurt you again.”

24. “Leave me be.” “Sorry, but not happening.”

He promised he’d return for you.

When they raided the last base you were at, he made a promise to you that he would come back for you and find out.

But it had been months and you lost hope.

You were too scared the leave the now derelict HYDRA base, because where would you go?

Your whole life was with hydra, for nearly 15 years it’s how you grew up, you knew nothing else. But when Bucky regained his memories before they wiped them again, he helped you.

You knew hydra were bad, but you were scared of leaving, you didn’t know what the outside world was like.

So you made the food they left there last, but you were going to run out soon.

Sighing, you crawled under the cover you had made to get out of the rain, and pulled your blanket up closer to you.

That’s when you heard them. The steps. The voices.

“There’s no way she’s still here Buck.”

“She has to be.”

You heard them get closer.

Blinked, everything got darker, and you saw two blue red dots not far in front of you.

Two men.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky called quietly.

You didn’t move.

“It’s okay, we’re here to get you. Take you back.”

“Leave me be…” you mumbled.

You watched them both look around, trying to figure out where you were hiding. They split up and started to look around, but neither of them seemed to come in your direction.

“Sorry, but not happening.”

“Why?”

“Because I told you I’d help you.” Bucky replied.

“You left me!” You yelled.

Climbing out from your hiding spot, you kept a close eye on them and blinked, letting your vision return to normal.

They both stopped and made their way over but made sure not to get too close.

“We had to wait for permission.” Steve explained.

“So if you didn’t you would’ve just left me?!”

“No! Of course not!” Bucky said.

You shook your head and looked around the remains of the base, jumping onto the ruined second floor, you crouched and glared at them.

“You left me here… they came back…”

“Hydra?” Steve asked.

You nodded your head.

“What happened to them?” He asked softly.

You pointed to the small little graveyard you had made.

“I… killed them…”

“(Y/N)…” Bucky whispered.

You sniffled a little, wiping a few tears that had started to fall down your face.

“I’m a killer… it’s all I know…”

“You’re not a killer. You had no choice.” Steve sighed.

“Just go away…”

“Let us take you somewhere safe. Somewhere you don’t have to worry about being used as a weapon again.” Steve pleaded.

You shook your head and carefully watched as bucky came closer until he was stood right under the edge.

He held his hand out towards you.

“I’m not leaving without you this time (Y/N). I promised I would get you out of this. I won’t let them hurt you again.”

“You can’t promise that…”

“I can. Because I would fight the whole world if I have to.”

He gave you a warm smile and you debated it for a few minutes.

You didn’t want to be worried anymore, you didn’t want to be scared or overwhelmed with everything anymore.

You wanted to be safe, and be able to relax.

But you were still scared.

“Trust me…” he whispered.

You looked away before turning back to him.

Jumping down, you reached out your hand and you hesitated.

Instead of taking his hand, you walked over and hugged him tightly.

“I don’t want them to find me bucky….”

“I won’t let them find you…” he whispered.

You wanted to finally leave, get over and move on from all of this.

Maybe going with the pair to be with the avengers was the way to go.

And if it wasn’t, you’d run away, and you’d make sure no one could find you ever again

#marvel #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers x you #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

220 notes · View notes

hiddles-and-skittles · 3 years ago

Text

Driving Lessons

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,874 (I’ve rewritten this so many times I settled on this version)

Summary: Bucky teaches you how to drive! (...but not really)

Warnings: ***18+ ONLY, fluff, smut-ish (fingering), Bucky being a tease, anxiety mentions, can’t think of anything else but don’t hesitate to let me know!

Notes: I can’t drive and I feel like a burden because of this. For one I’m way too anxious, and two, my hands cannot grip and sometimes I can’t even move the lower half of my body. I have SLE, fibro, MCTD, and polymyositis. I can’t hold the steering wheel because my hands slip off very easily. I’ve only been behind the wheel twice and I’m 22. So this fic is sort of a way to comfort myself about it.

______________

"Look, I can ask Bucky to-" "No!"

Sam Wilson drops a waffle and stares at you as if you've punted a toddler across a football field. "Ask Bucky to what?" You hear from the entryway of your shared apartment. The door shuts behind a curious Bucky. "She needs a ride to work tomorrow," says Sam, still side eyeing you. He picks up the very waffle he dropped in his plate and brings a piece to his mouth. "It's fine," you snap, sending a threatening glare at him. "I can walk." You twirl a straw around in your cup of milk. Sam snorts. "Walk? You do realize it's 35 degrees outside?" "So I'll wear a sweater."

He opens his mouth to respond but Bucky makes his way to the table and holds up a hand to stop him. "I can take you. It's no big deal." "Perfect,” agrees Sam. "Y'all can take the truck." Bucky shoots a questioning glance between you and his friend. "If you're leaving the truck then why does she need a ride?" You suck in a breath and press your lips into a firm line, embarrassed by what's about to be said aloud. "She can't drive." Ugh. And there it is. Quickly you jump to defend yourself. "It isn't for lack of trying! I've just never had anyone to teach me and Sam isn't home most of the time and it's late when I get off work and-" "Liar," Sam scoffs. He looks at Bucky. "She's terrified of driving." Bucky hums thoughtfully, a hint of mischief sparkling in his eyes as he looks at you. "How 'bout I teach you a little bit before you go into work tomorrow?" Your eyes widen and you’re certain your heart is visibly beating outside your chest. "N-no! That's okay, ha, um, thanks though..." He grins at you. "You'll do fine. You'll see." You gulp. * Without so much as a wink of sleep, you're sat in an empty lot, bug eyed and revved up on an energy drink that’s replaced the blood in your veins. "Alright, so let’s get-" Bucky starts. "If you yell at me I swear to Thor I will floor the gas and kill us both." You white knuckle the steering wheel the second you close the driver side's door. His demeanor changes with a chuckle and a twitch at both corners of his mouth, sounding off your already on-edge alarms. He notices your expression and holds his hands up, apologizing. "I get that you’re scared, but I promise driving isn't hard. And I won't yell at you, okay?" Your grip loosens up as you exhale and slump back against the seat. "That's what everyone else did." Your head lowers at the flashbacks zooming through your mind. “I’m not everyone else." You let out the breath you've been holding, realizing it’s unfair to hold him to that standard. "Quick favor?" You look over at him, his handsome face donning a compassionate smile. "Start it up? It's freezing." You laugh and twist the keys in the ignition, setting the heat to blast on the both of you. The blue ball cap keychain that reads 'I'm a civilian' you got Sam clacks against the underside of the wheel. Your hand rests on the gearshift in anticipation of the next step, but you can't bring yourself to switch it into drive. "It's okay," Bucky soothes, placing a gloved metal hand over yours. "Let me help you out." You nod, heart skipping a beat when his hand grasps yours and pulls the gearshift to 'D.' It takes a few minutes to even put your foot on the gas pedal. Thankfully the truck is on level concrete, otherwise it would be moving by itself. You inhale and slowly slide your foot over the pedal, pushing down just barely enough to go three miles an hour. "There you go," he encourages. Instead of being oh so adventurous and taking your first turn, you drive straight for as far as the lot goes, finally working up to seven miles an hour. Eventually the locks on the truck's doors click and Bucky notices you gaining speed. "Good girl," he purrs. "You're doing so good for me." Your foot fumbles on the pedal and you fake cough to stifle a gasp. This doesn't escape his attention. "You okay?" He asks, his voice feigning innocence. "Y-yep! All good!" You can't look anywhere but dead ahead. Your heart is already in your throat from being behind the wheel but now that you have his raspy voice in your ear, it makes you twice as on edge. There's nowhere to go except left, but you cut the wheel too quickly when you turn, hitting a curb and slamming the brakes as if your life depends on it. You squeeze your eyes shut as you await an angry reaction from your unbelievably quiet passenger, but it never comes. "I'm sorry," you squeak, tears already springing to your eyes. Bucky tilts his head, giving you his trademark puppy dog eyes. "Shhh, hey, it's okay." He undoes his seat belt and slides over to wrap an arm around your shoulders, shifting the gear to 'P. "Still alive, aren't I?"

"This is so stupid! I'm stupid!" Your hand flies to your forehead for dramatic emphasis. "You're not stupid," he assures you, flesh hand grabbing your own. "Who on earth fears driving? I mean seriously?" "Don't be so hard on yourself when you haven't even started yet. Just gotta be patient." His thumb affectionately rubs back and forth on top of your hand. "You need to relax." You throw your head back. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" "Let me worry about that," he whispers, scooting over further to where his thigh touches yours. As if that wasn't enough to make your heart rate hasten again, he undoes your seatbelt, bringing it up so it doesn't hit you, then lays his right hand on your cheek to pull you towards him. His forehead rests against yours, and his soft, parted lips hover above your own. "Uhhh...h-how is this supposed to relax me?" Unfazed by your awkward interruption, Bucky smiles in response, dipping his head lower to capture your lips. Your eyelids flutter shut and the hand on your cheek glides down your neck, thumb resting over your pulse point. He pulls away, nuzzling his nose to yours. "Patience." "I-I know what you're doing," you swallow, your eyes still shut. "But it's not going to work." He replaces his fingers with his lips. "You don't think so?" While he nips up your throat to place a tender kiss behind your ear, you reach to draw him in closer by his dog tags. A hushed moan escapes your lips as he peppers kisses up and down your neck. When you attempt to get a little more comfortable your elbow hits the center of the steering wheel, emitting an extremely loud honk that causes you and Bucky to spring backwards. Taking a beat to calm down, both of you meet the other's eyes and laugh. "Maybe I do need a distraction." He hums in agreement, looking down at you with darkened, lust filled eyes. You forget to breathe for a second. " 's what I've been telling you." "Your lips felt nice," you blurt, mentally kicking yourself. He lets out a low laugh, biting his bottom lip. "Yeah? Well I wasn't done with you." You yelp as he hooks his hands under your ass, yanking you unbelievably close. "Where were we?" Before you can muster a response his lips descend on yours again, successfully knocking all the air out of your lungs as he leans back against the passenger side door with you on top of him. Your hands wander up to his hair while his mouth continues its loving assault, the stubble above his upper lip tickling you. He brings his flesh hand to the front of your jeans and you depart with a shuddered breath, eyes flicking downward then back up to his. His eyebrows raise to ask silent permission and you respond with a simple "Please," spurring him on. The button of your pants pops open and you nearly lose yourself right then. He urges you to look at him while he undoes the zipper slowly, the intensity of his passionate gaze causing you to grind down on the seat. A relieved sigh leaves your lips when his warm, calloused fingers meet your soft folds, and your hands return to grip his shirt, yanking him back down to you. Desperation for your own release shows from the unrelenting bucking against his hand when suddenly he stops. "Relax," he whispers, taking one of your hands and kissing the palm. "We'll get there." "Can we get there now?" Your brain responds, but only a whine comes out. "Breathe for me," he instructs firmly, and you do just that, earning back the sweet pressure of his fingers. "Good girl." You hum as his middle finger collects your wetness, slowly pushing up inside you. His thumb circles your clit and you whimper softly, leaning forward until your forehead meets his shoulder. You wrench your eyes shut trying not to go absolutely feral, thinking he'll probably stop again. "I love how tight you are." Your heart skips a beat at his praise. His sweet voice combined with his obscenities accelerates your already approaching climax. Your body rocks involuntarily as he adds another digit, adjusting the speed and settling on a painfully slow rhythm that sets you on the brink of relief, but just isn't quite enough. Your eyebrows knit together and you pant uncontrollably while your hands slide down his arm to grip his wrist. He nudges his now cold-tipped nose into your hair. "Can only imagine how you'll feel wrapped around my cock." Your body freezes and an unbridled sob wracks through you as you finally feel yourself explode with pleasure, his movements not stopping until you feebly attempt to yank his hand away. While your breathing begins to level out, he wraps his arms around you and places gentle kisses on the side of your head and down your cheek, shushing you softly to soothe you. "You okay?" He asks, sounding a little concerned. His hand cards through your hair as you sit paralyzed from pleasure and you manage a quiet hum in response, wrapping your arms around him. "And you said it wouldn't work.” He kisses your forehead. “I think it might have worked too well."

“Well,” you start, coming to your senses. “I can’t exactly feel my legs, so, yeah, I’d say it worked.”

He laughs, patting your back. “Guess that means I’ll have to show you how to drive next time.”

“Next time? You saying I’m not ready to jump into traffic?” you tease, lifting your head to look at him.

“Oh, no, definitely not.” He smirks as you playfully backhand his chest. “There’s a lot of stuff I gotta teach you first.”

You fish your phone out of your pocket to check the time. “Punctuality might be next.” You hold your phone to where he can see it and he shoots you a look that reads ‘sorry, but not really.’ “I’m late for work.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #fluff #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader smut #my writing #marvel fanfic #mcu #marvel #smut #my fic

512 notes · View notes

bucksfucks · 4 years ago

Text

𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚

TFATWS EPISODE THREE SPOILERS.

summary┃the plan was simple. get in, get out, and always remember rule number three; no one gets hurt.

pairing┃tws!bucky x f!reader

word count┃1,935 words

warnings┃dubcon elements, soft!dark!tws, semi-public sex, choking, spitting kink, metal arm kink, soldat kink, death threat, degradation, mocking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY MENTIONED ELEMENTS.

“Is the plan understood?” It’s Zemo who asks the question, nodding to each of you as you all exchange looks before heading your separate ways.

When you enter the scene, you can feel the floor shaking under your feet from the bass. Drinks are passed around with bodies floating through the space.

“And I thought we knew how to party in New York.” Your voice is muffled over the music, but you know Bucky can hear you.

“I haven’t partied like this ever.” He has to yell back in order for you to hear him as you both laugh.

You have to push your way through the crowd before stopping at where Sam and Zemo are left waiting for you.

Zemo nods towards Bucky, Bucky taking in a deep breath before giving him one nod.

He’s wearing something you’d never seen him in; Winter Soldier gear sans the mask.

“Longing.” You can see the twitch in Bucky’s metal fingers.

“Rusted.” It gets worse as he tenses his jaw.

“Furnace.” You have to look away when you see the pained look in his face.

Sam looks at you, a look that tells you to stick to the plan so you drift back and mix into the crowd.

You were nothing but a distraction, a distraction that would hopefully buy you guys some time.

But something went wrong.

Something always goes wrong.

You can see the obvious and evident switch in Bucky—there’s something more sinister in his eyes now as he watches you move from side to side; standing completely motionless and trained on you.

There’s a moment of realization when you realize just what’s happened.

A moment of oh fuck before he’s striding over to you and grasping at your upper arms.

“Come with me, Bunny. We have some unfinished business.” His voice is low and calm, parts of Bucky shining through, but you can’t seem to find him in his eyes.

“Bucky,” you try remain calm, but his hip is firm and you know that this is a battle you won’t win in.

You can’t help it when your voice falters in fear, but you can’t afford to bring any attention to yourself.

Sam is elsewhere, Zemo in tow as your eyes dart to find them—at the bar, drinking.

You were all alone, you had no backup; Bucky was your backup.

He was no longer Bucky, but the Winter Soldier.

“I said come. Don’t make me put you over my shoulder.” He threatened as you swallowed thickly.

You quickly search for Sam or Zemo, but they’re long gone. The distraction worked and they’d be proceeding with the plan.

What they didn’t know is that Bucky wasn’t Bucky.

It didn’t feel like a threat, you felt your pussy jump in excitement at the prospect of Bucky’s hands on your body.

Your feet moved instinctually through the crowd, lead by Bucky as he took one final scan of the room to make sure that you were alone; that no one was following you.

You didn’t feel helpless, it was more than you felt like you were under a spell—inclined to do whatever Bucky wanted.

Suddenly you were slammed up against a wall, the air being knocked out of your lungs as you let out a pained hiss.

“Scream, and I’ll kill you.” He looked feral.

“Try to fight back, and I’ll kill you.” Darkness consumed his eyes.

“Do anything other than what I tell you, and I’ll kill you.”

You want to scream, to kick and fight back—you know that you damn well could put up on hell of a fight.

But you don’t.

Instead, you submit and comply.

“Yes,” you whisper, watching the smirk spread across his face.

“There’s my good girl. A dumb and stupid, but a good girl.” He purrs, running his gloved finger down your cheek until it’s hooked under your chin.

You whimper, lip shaking with your sharp inhale.

“Bucky,” you croak before your face is tightly gripped between his fingers as he snarls and shows you his teeth.

“You will call me, Soldat.” He rasped, dark and sinister with no mercy in sight.

A silent mewl escaped through your parted lips as you shut your eyes tightly, trying to steady your breathing as your heart begged to be set free.

“What’s my name?” He asks you, a test of your loyalty as you pry your eyes open.

“Soldat,” you whisper back, a pleased smile on his face as he hears the syllables leave your lips.

“Good, maybe you aren’t as useless as I thought.” He snickers, dropping your face but trapping you against the wall with his flesh forearm against your neck.

Your airway is constricted for a second, laboured and painful before Bucky is pulling you off of the wall.

“Follow me,” he barks, tugging you by the back of the neck until you budge.

His strides are long as you’re forced to keep up with him, walking through hallways so robotically with a stiff body.

You don’t know where you’re going, but the booming music is getting softer.....quieter, straying further and further out of your reach.

Bucky’s shoulders look huge, absolutely massive in the tight leather outfit he’s wearing. You know he’s in there somewhere, you just don’t know how to reach him.

But maybe you don’t want to.

Suddenly, you’re pushed against a wall, with his metal hand covering your mouth as your eyes go wide and you try to gasp.

“Don’t scream, Bunny.” He purrs, smirking as you hear two sets of footsteps go past you, completely unaware that there’s someone else in their presence.

Your heart is in your throat when he removes his hand, tugging you off the wall again so he’s holding your entire body weight up with his arm.

“Good girl, you learn quickly.” He praises, finger hooked up your chin. His lips hover right over yours, brushing them slightly—just enough to leave you wanting more.

There’s a flutter in your stomach, a feeling akin to when you’ve gone over a large hill or descended on a roller coaster; exciting and terrifying all at once.

“I’ve always been so,” he trails his finger down your jaw, “intrigued by you.”

You don’t know what it means, but you want to.

You’re shoved into a small room, a closet that barely fits the two of you. It’s dark and smells like aged wood.

His thigh is wedged between your legs, “always following orders.” He hums against your ear, nipping the skin below it.

“A Soldat’s dream,” it’s dark, the way he refers to himself.

“You’re gonna let me do whatever I want to you, Bunny.”

It’s not a question, you don’t have a choice, you’ve unwittingly sealed your fate as he meshes his lips against yours.

It’s overwhelming; his thick, padded thigh creating delicious friction against your cunt. Or the way his teeth sink into your bottom lip, tugging it to hear your soft whimpers.

You feel the wet, hot tell-tale signs of tears roll down your cheeks as Bucky pulls away to cradle your face.

It’s dark but your eyes are fully adjusted. It’s just too bad that you can see nothing else but darkness in his eyes.

“There’s no need to cry, Bunny,” he cooes, “I will take care of you.”

You’re unsure why you trust him, why you feel your body giving into him, but that’s what happens next.

A sinister chuckle passes through his lips as he tugs your pants down.

“I can smell you already,” he hisses, his cock hardening against your hip.

“You can try to fight me, Bunny. But your body tells me that you want this, that you need my cock filling you up.”

Your pussy jumps at his words, breathing ragged and heavy as the ache in your core burns right through you.

Your mouth falls open when you hear the whirring of his bionic fingers massage you slowly through your panties.

“I never said I wouldn’t make this enjoyable for you,” he smirks, watching you closely as your hands go to the vest he’s wearing.

He snarls, grabbing them at your wrists and lifting them over your head as you shudder at his strength.

If he wanted to kill you, he would’ve already.

“Maybe you are stupid,” he hisses. “Did I give you permission to touch?” He asks.

He nudges your clit with more force making you squeak.

He wanted an answer.

“N-no, Soldat.” You croak, feeling an sensation of...fulfillment when he smiles.

“Good little Bunny.” He sing-songs, “so wet and responsive.”

You gasp, mewl, arch your back as he slips two vibranium fingers into you. A shiver runs down your spine at the coolness of them, your walls welcoming them warmly.

“Can you hear that?” He asks, “hear how fuckin’ wet you are?”

You can, you can hear your wetness coating his fingers as he pumps them inside of you.

It’s absolutely filthy.

His other hand drops your wrists to your sides, flesh fingers crawling around your neck.

“Look at me, Bunny.” You don’t need to be told twice as your eyes shoot open.

“Open that pretty little mouth of you,” his voice is low and raspy, but collected despite his aching cock pressed against your hip.

His thumb presses into your bottom lip, folding it down to encourage you to open your mouth. Which you do, because he’s just too damn compelling.

You gasp back a moan, thick digits inside of your cunt now brushing that sweet, sweet, sweet spot as you watch Bucky’s saliva trail into your own mouth.

“Mine.” He growls, forcing your mouth closed, watching you swallow.

Your heartbeat reverberates in your ears, blood soaring to and from your heart as you feel yourself clenching around him.

“All. Fucking. Mine.” His words send you toppling over the edge, legs shaking and convulsing gently as he has to hold you up as you come.

There’s a zip, a tug of something, a gasp for breath as you feel his cock at your entrance.

“There’s no running now, Bunny. I’m gonna consume you,” he snarls, pushing himself past the threshold as he groans at the feeling of your wetness.

You’re forced to dig your fingernails into the leather of his jacket—clawing at it as you relish in the stretch.

He grunts with every powerful thrust, his chest colliding with your chest as he holds you up with ease.

He’s using you. Eyebrows taut as he focuses on one thing and one thing only; his carnal instincts.

“Shut up,” he seethes, shoving his fingers into your mouth.

They’re cool, tasting like your own arousal and something you can’t quite decipher.

“Say my name, say it.” He pants into your ear, something in his voice breaking.

“S-Soldat.” You choke out, trying to focus on the words that are coming out of your mouth.

“My name,” he whispers, “say, my name.”

Your heart hiccups as you open your eyes, “Bucky.”

He’s there, he’s looking at you—holding you tightly as you can see the same light in his eyes that you did just an hour ago.

“Bucky.” You say with more conviction, more confidently as you crash your lips on his.

“Your name is Bucky.” You whisper against his lips, feeling pleasure seeping in through your toes and spreading upwards.

The air is thick and hot, sticky and wet as you both catch your breaths.

You don’t trust your own legs to hold you weight, but when they hit the solid marble floor, you don’t have a choice.

“My name is Bucky,” he whispers, holding your face in one hand.

“But you are still my Bunny.”

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucksfucks writes — [♡] ;#dark!bucky smut #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky #bucky barnes headcanons #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #tw dubious consent #tw dubcon

3K notes · View notes

ronearoundblindly · 2 years ago

Text

The Dignity of His Choice (10)

Icon, Part One (see previous or series)

Steve Rogers x Reader (but due to plot he looks like Ari so don't let the gif confuse you ((even though he's real nice to look at)))

Summary: Bucky and Steve piece together a traitor's mission while you recover...or are you helping them even more?

Warnings for language and injury (minor). Also, chapter ran too long and will be three parts. No one is shocked. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Over the course of their lives, Steve and Bucky have had many moments of extreme understanding with each other. Bucky knew Steve would enlist. It didn’t matter what he argued. Steve knew Bucky blamed himself for all his actions as the Winter Soldier. He wouldn’t convince him otherwise. Bucky knew Steve would do anything to keep Tony at bay in Siberia. It didn’t matter that both were his friends.

They both knew that Thanos could be the end of the line. For five years, he was.

When the Blip ended, Steve knew Bucky wanted redemption, and Bucky knew Steve wanted a real life.

So Bucky jumped from the altar cliff on Vormir with the Soul Stone in hand and woke in a glimmering puddle with Natasha in his arms, and later Steve married you.

For a century, they’ve understood each other, but there’s something else they grew to know. Fate makes a sick trade-off of punishment and penance. For better or worse.

Steve doesn’t have to say a god damn thing. Bucky knows that you are it for Steve. The whole kit and caboodle. The station at the end of the line when it comes right down to it. He doesn’t have to apologize. Bucky knows Steve will beat himself up the rest of his life either way. There is no good choice, but Steve makes one anyway.

He lifts the gun. Bucky nods. Steve can see the pristine acceptance written across his friend’s face. None of this is what Steve wanted for his life. He’s meant to put bullies in their place, teach them the error of their ways, not kill for them, not choose between the two most important people in his life, not destroy half of his whole world like the Mad Titan reincarnate.

Steve hears that you’re speaking, but he thinks you’re trying to tell him not to do it. He can’t let you talk him out of it. If Costa thinks Steve won’t, he may kill Bucky himself or make good on his promise to hurt you. Steve is too deteriorated. He has no faith he could fight the gun from Costa before he shoots you or that his reflexes are quick enough to re-aim and shoot first.

His finger starts to squeeze the trigger. He almost shuts his eyes.

The whine of the repulser stings like lightning in the air, and for a split second, he thinks Tony’s found them, too. His finger relaxes only after Steve points the gun back to…

…to where the threat is supposed to be.

There’s no Tony, just you and Costa tumbling down the frosted slope. Bucky launches himself forward before Steve even drops the weapon. It lands beside Costa’s in the snow. He follows, blood pumping too fast in a weakened frame. You’re smashing thin saplings along a mostly open path downhill.

“Go,” Buck commands as the traitor’s body stops when slammed against a stable trunk.

You fly one rotation feet first and skid to a halt. Steve can see you moving before he’s by your side, relief helping carry him the last few yards.

“Honey,” he soothes, pawing at your face to steady you, to look over your wounds, and to simply touch you because you’re alive and he’s alive and Bucky’s alive. Thirty seconds ago, he wasn’t sure.

“I TASTE METAL,” you yell, slowly shaking your aching head out of his grasp. “IS THAT BAD?”

Steve tilts you to examine the side where the repulser fired. The blood spatter isn’t yours, but the rivulet from your ear is.

You’re disoriented, looking around in the wrong direction over an idyllic moonscape before staring back at him.

“DID I GET ‘IM?”

“Buck,” Steve questions over your shoulder.

Bucky’s voice drips with pride and shortens on a smothered laugh. “Yeah, I’d say she got him. He has no face left.”

You half-heartedly thrash around, reaching to grab Steve’s arm, and your palm burns his sweater. After hissing and flinching away, he sees the makeshift gauntlet smoldering. The glass iris is melting and there are sparks. What on earth did Tony give you? Steve has to tug and rip it off your hand before it burns you, too. Why does it always have to be this hand with you?

He’s tossing it into the plowed snow from your descent when you lurch forward to vomit, so that’s a concussion, Steve figures.

“Man, I’m glad I only got slapped.” Bucky’s searching Costa’s pockets and stripping the guy down for evidence. “I assume this is a bad time for a ‘Miss America’ joke—aw what? When will they ever learn,” he grumbles while Steve steadies you. “Tattoo of a Maori fish hook. Genius. Right on his bicep, too. If he’d just worn short-sleeves, might’a known…”

Bucky continues to bitch.

Steve focuses on getting you on your feet. He’s embarrassed to admit he may not be able to carry you uphill in two feet of snow. He’s unwilling to try and fail. You’ve been hurt enough, sure, but mostly his ego can’t take that final blow.

In the time it takes to get you settled in the belly of the quinjet, Bucky has hauled Costa’s body back, gone to the cabin to close the place down, and found the next-gen chopper Costa used to follow you both. Steve finds food for himself and two bottles of water all while watching your every move which is not much.

Over the jet’s comms, Steve hears Bucky rummaging to find the transponder and locater for the intimidatingly different Ten Rings vehicle. He’ll have to fly it back to HQ for more analysis.

Frustratingly, all Steve’s access codes have been deleted from the jet’s system, so he has to use Bucky’s. While flying in stealth, Steve has to keep a visual on the chopper to ensure they don’t crash into each other. It takes intense concentration, and Steve is brutally aware that you are just sitting in silence behind him. Every time he peeks over, you’re staring forward, rubbing at your necklace, wiggling your toes in his thick socks against the floor grating. That reaction is, however, better than screaming blue murder at the pressure change during take-off. He gets the feeling that if he were back there coddling you, he’d still find some way to hurt you more.

When they’ve reached a point that Bucky doesn’t mind the jet being tracked home, Steve turns off the reflective panels and relaxes a bit. Bucky ropes Natasha onto their line to let her know they’re coming back, and she suggests this is a good time to have Tony brought up to speed. Buck tells her to get Alpine out of Steve’s place.

“What? Why was your cat in my home?”

“Oh shucks,” Nat gasps, “is it hard to feel like you don’t know what’s going on, Steve?! Imagine that.”

He supposes he deserves that. Nat’s gone for over half an hour. Steve can only guess how rough that conversation is.

“I don’t get it,” Bucky throws out absently while Steve grabs more food and water from the back (like he’s done every fifteen minutes since shutting the bay door). “I know he can’t’of had a tracker on the jet, not one that told him where we were until after we landed, but that fishy fuck’s phone is still reading one now.”

He would have chastised Buck’s foul mouth if the concern wasn’t so valid. How did Costa get there so fast? How would he have known which jet to put a tracker onto?

Steve hears shuffling behind him, then a bang, and the clattering of metal. He turns to see you’ve vanished.

“Sweetheart,” he calls, launching himself over the back of the seat.

You’re between the rows of lockers, open toolbox on the bench beside you as you pry at your necklace with a screwdriver. When nothing comes loose, you grab a hammer and reach it over your head. Steve catches your wrist in time to stop you from smashing the trinket.

He tries to use hand signals and speak slowly so you understand. “What are you doing? What’s wrong?”

You hold up the necklace, back of the concave disk facing Steve, and there’s a small black rectangle with slightly bulbous ends. It does sorta look like the arm straps of his shield.

“HE TOOK IT THROUGH SECURITY,” you still yell before attempting to modulate. “I think he PUT IT there.”

Steve nods his head and takes the necklace. “Stop,” he motions for you to put the hammer away and starts gesturing again, “we may need it.”

You seem to understand. “I SHOULD have cauGHT it.”

He shakes his head wide. “No, Keeps. Not you.” Steve points to himself.

He secures the necklace in a lead-lined box that protects against remote detonation of confiscated explosives. No sooner has he locked it than Bucky chirps.

“Hey, you find it? The signal just went out.”

Dawn is breaking behind the plane.

“What’s our ETA?”

Buck bemoans Steve’s impatience. “We’ve got at least two more hours, punk. Leave it to the autopilot for a bit.”

So Steve grabs some more rations and water and goes to sit with you this time. Your ear is popping and throbbing, so he makes you drink but punctuates saving some for landing. You’re tired and injured. He gets why you are irritated and angry, too, but Steve wished for so much more from your reunion. He doesn’t know how to fix this.

Eventually, Bucky calls him over to change coordinates in the autopilot. This time Nat is explicit about why he’s not getting details. Just another thing he deserves.

The shuffle happens quickly once you touch down in a field beyond the compound. Tony and Natasha are waiting with an SUV driven by Happy Hogan. Nat says nothing to Steve. She walks onto the jet and flies it to HQ herself. Tony steps up with completely inscrutable features and he helps you into to car. Steve follows. Tony uses several instruments and gadgets Steve’s not entirely familiar with to treat your eardrum. He speaks only to you until you assure Tony he’s succeeded.

“Not perfect but better.”

Tony takes that in stride before finally looking straight at Steve. “Put those on,” he instructs, tossing a jacket and ball cap across the seats.

The car stops. You and Tony get out, but he says Steve’s is ‘the next stop.’ Happy drops him off at the delivery entrance just as Steve secures the hat over his long hair. Pepper Potts is right there on the loading dock demanding ‘you there, grab a stack of boxes and let’s go.’ She ushers three others carrying goods through the halls into your and Steve’s quarters. The real workers drop off their stacks and dollies of food.

The compound outside his home is replete with holiday decor. There is nothing inside your place

Tony is standing over you sitting on the couch until he spots Steve and nonchalantly steps over.

“Those go in there, please,” and he points to the studio office. While Steve hides in his own rooms, Pepper leads the others out again. It’s long enough that Steve can look around, and he sees that absolutely nothing has been touched on his drafting table. Everything is covered in dust except the meticulously sharpened pencils returned to their little drawer. He does remember that those were left on the coffee table.

Once the front door has closed, after a minute or so, Steve braves coming back to the living room where Tony continues a hushed conversation with you.

“Are you sure? I don’t have to go,” he hisses in whispers, but you shake your head.

“I’m fine. I promise. I’ll call off in the morning, and it’ll work out. Ren won’t mind covering one last time.”

“I’m a phone call away. Anytime. Friday will get me. Yeah?”

“Yes, Tony,” you sigh with a crooked smile.

Tony leans over to lazily rotate your wrist and hand. “Glad it came in handy. You want another one?”

“No,” Steve blurts out, “it nearly burned her hand.”

Tony ignores him and waits for your answer which is a simple shrug. Tony looks resigned to that being sufficient, chewing his lip as he rolls his shoulders back.

“And you,” he storms over, stabbing a finger into Steve’s sternum, “you’re grounded. Don’t leave these rooms. Don’t step out that door until we—your Team,” he emphasizes, “give you the all-clear. Got it, Cap?”

Steve nods, but that’s not enough for Tony.

“What’s your mission?” Tony puts his hand up to his ear like a father scolding a petulant child.

“To stay put,” Steve repeats softly. “I will not leave my home until you say I can.”

Steve feels like calling this place his home oversteps somehow. He glances over at you, coats removed to reveal one of his shirts, one of the big loose ones he bought for you to be comfortable, and Steve’s own grey sweatpants. You are head-to-toe covered in him, still, three months later, after all he’s put you through. His heart grows three sizes at the thought. It will be a Christmas miracle if you can ever forgive him.

Tony watches him watching you, and when Steve looks up, the man’s brown eyes are full of pity. Tony grabs Steve into a big hug and squeezes. It almost shocks Steve into a defensive stance, but he relaxes.

Without irony or scorn, Tony says solidly, “God, I missed you, buddy.”

Steve squeezes back.

When they let go, Tony smacks him on the shoulder. “Eat a cheeseburger or something. You look like shit.”

It’s so good to be back, Steve thinks, smiling as Tony leaves. He’s spent longer apart from Tony than this, but Steve even missed the crassness. Somehow, the pain of distance is worse when one party has no idea why the other is gone. Steve swears he’ll make up for it though, like so many other things.

You’re still quiet, hands over your knees on your lap, so he once again kneels at your feet.

“How’s your ear, Keeps?”

You shy away from his touch, suddenly intent on looking anywhere but at Steve. “I think I need a bath,” you announce, and his smile wavers.

“I can do that,” Steve replies with his hands to himself this time. “Let me do that.”

(Next Part)

@im-a-slut-for-fluff @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @fangirl-swagg @georgeweaslysgirl @austynparksandpizza @bucky-fricking-barnes-reads

#steve rogers fic #steve rogers #steve x reader #fanfic #steve x you #series #steve rogers fanfiction #fools rush in #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers and reader #steve rogers angst #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america x you #captain america #angst with a happy ending #angst

76 notes · View notes

purple-babygirl · 3 years ago

Note

request?🥺🐺 Just when you can, Maybe one with Sam and Bucky fighting/argument maybe one almost could’ve gotten killed and the other was being too reckless and scaring Little reader thinking they might break their whole relationship apart saying such things (ya know when ur angry) and She intervening but say something like “Daddy’s are talking right now!” And arguments heated and then it’s comforting telling reader they’re not going anywhere showing little that they still love each other -🐺

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, polyamory, yelling and a couple of curses.

Word Count: 1,950

A/N: White wolf nonnie love, even your request is cute😭 you're the best nonnie in the world and I hope you like this one🥺💜💜 I'm sorry it took me a while, love, I didn't mean to keep you waiting so long. Please enjoy xx.

misunderstanding

Aside from the laughs Sam might pull from her and Bucky, their house was mostly quiet. It was always peaceful and serene. But that wasn’t the case that night. Sam and Bucky have been arguing for a while now, their voices only growing louder, and the glares on their faces deeper. She wanted it to be over; she just wanted her calm, understanding and loving daddies back.

“Dada,” she called, her voice hushed as she tried holding Bucky’s hand. She knew she shouldn’t interfere but they wouldn’t stop.

“Daddy and papa are talking, doll. Go to your room.” Bucky took his hand out of hers, waving her away before he shouted something in reply to an equally loud Sam.

She jumped but neither man noticed before she was running to her bed, hiding herself under the covers. She could still hear their loud voices and it made her heart beat so fast. Papa and Daddy barely got so mad at each other and it frightened her little self to no extent. They were yelling and even using bad words; that was how angry they were.

“But it's okay when you do it?!!” Bucky shouted, the veins on his neck prominent.

“I can fucking fly! You were on the ground right before them, begging for them to shoot your ass!” Sam reasonably argued, a frown inhabiting his fine features as his sharp voice echoed through the house.

“Well, that didn't fucking happen so why are we even having this stupid conversation again!”

“Because you never seem to actually listen no matter how many times we have this stupid conversation!”

“That's because I know what I'm doing!” Bucky barked, his finger poking his chest.

“If you're not gonna listen maybe we shouldn't be together then!” when fighting bad guys, Sam should’ve added.

But he didn’t and it made her slowly pull her head out of her blanket, concern bubbling around her heart. Daddy wasn’t going to agree to this, was he? Papa and Daddy loved each other. They could never not be together.

“Maybe we shouldn't!” Bucky yelled back, his stare intense as he looked at a similarly livid Sam.

Her heart sank to her stomach at Daddy’s reply and tears pricked her eyes.

“Fine!” Sam threw his arms in the air, giving Bucky his back and that was Bucky's cue to leave.

He walked out of the door, noisily slamming it behind him without looking back.

“Papa.” Sam heard her choked voice behind him and knew he was going to be met with her tears when he turned around.

“Sugar, go wait in bed.” Sam sighed, fingers pressing to his closed eyes as he tried to calm down, “papa will be there in a minute.”

He needed to get it together for her. She had no hand in their fight and it wasn't fair that she gets sent to bed without a bedtime story just because Bucky thought it was a good night to practice stubbornness.

“What would you like papa to read for you tonight, baby?” Sam asked, showing her the stories they had that she knew and loved all too well.

“When’s daddy comin’ back?” she asked instead, innocently speaking Sam’s thoughts.

“Soon, baby.” Sam avoided eye contact, flipping through the books.

“How soon, papa?” she pressed.

“Just soo-”

“In ten minutes?” Her big, anxious eyes stared at Sam, wanting a satisfying answer.

“Sugar.” The man sighed, not knowing what to tell her. He was already exhausted enough and it was just becoming too much.

“An hour?”

“Baby, here, pick a story,” Sam tried again.

“'S dada comin’ back tonight?” she asked, tears swimming in her eyes.

“What? Yes, sugar. Of course he is!” Sam didn’t really know that, but it was what he was hoping would happen.

“Are you lyin’ to me, papa?” she sniveled, twiddling her thumbs.

“No, baby. Daddy’s coming ba-”

“Did daddy leave forever?”

“Suga-”

“A-Are you gonna leave me too?”

“Baby.” Sam shook his head, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder “no, sugar, no. No one is leaving.”

“You promise?” she sniffed, the back of her hand swiping under her nose.

“I promise, baby.” Sam nodded, helping her with a tissue.

“Dada’s not leavin' us?”

“No, baby. He’s not leaving. He just got a little angry with me is all. That happens sometimes.” Sam explained, putting the stories back in place. She was no longer going to require one.

“But he never left before.” She cried more.

“I know, sugar.” Sam held her to his side and rubbed her back, “but he’s coming back.” He kissed her hair.

“Can I stay up 'n wait for him?”

“No, baby, come on now. You need to go to bed in time like the good girl you are,” Sam told her gently, hugging her tighter so she’d calm down.

“Please, papa.” She held onto Sam’s hand.

“Sugar.” Sam gave her one look, supposedly stern, but she could see how drained he looked. He had no more argument in him.

“Yes, papa,” she sighed, laying on her back and letting Sam wipe her tears and tuck her in.

“Good girl, baby.” Sam gratefully kissed her forehead with half a smile, “night, sugar.”

It was at least 2 hours later and Sam was still awake. He huffed, turning on his side again, his hand reluctantly reaching for the phone on the bedside table before quickly retracting for the millionth time. Bucky was going to come back soon. There was no need for him to call and bother him. He probably left looking for some space; probably gathering his thoughts, and Sam wanted to give him that. He was worried but he would do it if it meant Bucky would have a clear mind again; if it meant he was going to come back faster-

“Papa.” She stood by the door, balled fist rubbing her eye.

“Hey, sugar.” Sam sat up and opened his arms. “What is it, baby? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, can’t sleep.” She shook her head, taking slow steps to Daddy and Papa’s bed.

“You wanna try cuddling with papa?” Sam offered and she quickly nodded.

“Come here, sugar.” Sam pulled the covers open for her so she could slip underneath with him.

She gave Sam a big hug, holding him tighter than she usually would in such a heavy-eyed state and he could instantly sense her anxiety and worry.

“You’re okay, sugar. I got you,” Sam assured her, patting her back gently before she pulled back.

She waited until Papa was comfortable on his back then moved herself on top of his chest, humming at the warmth radiating off his body and buzzing through hers.

“I’m scared dada won’t come back,” she whispered in Sam’s neck, her fingers clutching his shirt.

“He will, sugar. I promise. Daddy will be here before you wake up tomorrow,” Sam comforted her, his concerned eyes glancing at the clock again. It was way past midnight already, where on earth was Bucky?

“How do you know, papa?” her knuckles rubbed her eye again as she yawned, snuggling more into Sam.

“He loves us too much not to come back, baby.” Sam’s big hand stroked her back calmingly, “Bucky will always come back.” He whispered, more to himself than to her, before he half-heartedly let his eyes close.

“Sam, I said I was sorry!”

She quickly spitted the toothpaste and washed her mouth when she heard Daddy’s voice downstairs. He didn’t sound too happy, but at least he was back. He wasn’t there when she woke up like Papa said he would be, but this was good too. He was there and that was all that mattered.

“Sorry? Sorry?!! I was worried sick about you and that’s all you have to say?!” Sam shouted, frustrated, and Bucky scoffed.

“Worried sick, right. Is that why I have no missed calls from you?! Not one! You didn’t even care to see where the hell I stormed off to or if I was okay!” He argued, his face following Sam’s when the man turned away.

“Dada,” her voice momentarily interrupted their fight as she collided with Bucky, her arms wrapping around his middle.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted much softer, swallowing when he saw tears already gathered in her eyes.

“I thought you left papa and me forever,” she told him, hugging him even closer, pressing her forehead to his chest.

“What?” Bucky looked at Sam, panic in his eyes, and Sam gestured to her with a shrug saying ‘see what you did to us?’

Bucky exhaled, pulling her closer to him, his chin on her head, “I could never leave you, love. You’re my life,” Bucky said, his eyes on Sam’s.

Sam reluctantly broke eye contact, shaking his head and leaving the kitchen.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing as regret enveloped him. His thumb caressed her cheek before he lifted her up, her thighs finding their way around his waist.

“Papa was really worried, stayed up all night,” she whispered to Bucky when her face was on level with his, “and- I thought you were leavin' papa,” her lips trembled as tears overwhelmed her, “and I thought you and papa were leavin' me.”

“Oh, doll, no, no,” Bucky shook his head as her tears triggered his own, “none of that is happening, love.”

“Promise?” she hiccupped.

“Promise. No one is leaving, love. Not me, not papa and definitely not you. I love you and papa too much to ever be without you, doll.” Bucky poured his heart out, unknowingly repeating Sam’s words.

She brushed the tear he let slip away, making him chuckle fondly.

“Jus’ like papa said,” she mumbled, her heart finally fully reassured, as she nuzzled Bucky’s neck, hugging him closely again.

Bucky’s feeling of regret grew even more when he caught her words.

Sam never doubted him for a second, not even when he walked out on him to rudely end a discussion he was the reason got heated. He trusted Bucky’s love for them and relied on it to bring him back sooner than later, but Bucky only kept him worried.

“I love you too, dada. Please don’t ever leave everrr again.”

“I won’t, doll. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sam-”

“I didn’t call because I thought I was giving you space. Of course I cared where you stormed off to and if you were okay; I love you,” Sam admitted, finally looking Bucky in the eyes.

Bucky could see how sad he actually was; how distressed this whole fight has left him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice dripping with sincere remorse this time, “I’m so sorry, Sam. About everything. I just- I guess I didn’t know how to react. I’m not used to people looking out for me or caring about my wellbeing-”

“Yeah, well, you better start getting used to it because I’m not planning on stopping,” Sam replied, trying his best to keep the glare in his eyes present, yet miserably failing, his eyes softening for his one and only James.

“I love you, and I’m sorry,” Bucky repeated, walking closer to where Sam stood, “I’m sorry.”

“Give your cyborg brain a break; you’re forgiven.” Sam grinned, pulling Bucky in by the waist for a sweet kiss.

“I love you so much it’s uncountable,” Bucky whispered, making Sam smile even bigger as he kissed him again.

“I love you more.”

Feeling sound again as she watched from a distance, her big smile was back to lighting up her eyes. Peace and calmness filled the air again and her heart was content. Papa and Daddy didn’t lie to her; no one was leaving. They were solid; she was safe.

~~~~

Tags: @harrysthiccthighss @tinystudentfirepurse @lavendercitizen

1K notes · View notes