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Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | S1:E1 - New World Order

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, blood, injury, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you find yourself in the hands of unexpected saviours after an accident.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Helmut Zemo

Note: Ugh, here we go.

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A loud bang awakes you.

You're not in your bed. Not sleeping. That cloudy feeling in your head combines with the haze of dust across your vision. The same ash coats your skin, suffocating as you writhe beneath the weight that pins you.

You moan and cough, dizzy and dazed as your mind turns slowly. You reach up instinctively to drag yourself free of whatever is on you. The effort does little more than pull more scraps of plaster towards you.

You fall flat and wheeze. What the heck happened? You blink and try to wipe the grime from your face.

It comes in patches. The big building, the interview, your borrowed heels. The desperation that's now turned dire as you stare at the singed ceiling.

"Dammit," a voice snarls as there's a clatter. Some metal thumps and there's a hiss. "You goddamn--" the man stops himself. "I said no bombs."

"You said you wanted a way in, soldat," the lilted slither returns.

"Don't call me that. I'll break your jaw," the deeper voice warns. "I doubt that thing you're wearing will protect you. You look stupid."

"Well, forgive me for having taste," the other man snickers. "You got what you needed--"

"I don't need all this. Do you have any idea the kinda shit that's gonna rain down on me. You're lucky this place was as shell--"

Your throat clogs with ash and you cough again. You try to wet your lips but even your tongue is pasty with the stuff. Their voices silence. You listen but only hear one pair of steps.

A shadow appears on the other side of the lumber and metal that traps you. Another from your other side you don't hear. You raise your palm helplessly to shield yourself. Blood covers your fingers, one of them bent to the side. You whimper and choke again.

"Shit, I told you--" The bare-faced man snarls at the one in the strange purple mask.

"She was not in my calculations," the other rebuffs.

"Not in your--" the other huffs and stops himself. He drops to one knee over you. "Miss, miss, can you hear me?"

You try to answer and your voice comes out like a fizzle. He shakes his head and turns to sneer at the other man. He stands and lifts the thick pillar from over you, clearing away the rest of the mess.

"Little help," he snips at the other.

"I think you got it," the other pulls a thin thread free of his glove.

"Miss," the other man kneels again, feeling around his belt. He frees a canteen and searches his pockets. He shrugs and pours the water over your face. He wipes the dust away with his hand then put the neck above your lips. "Don't swallow, you gotta rinse this stuff out."

He fills your mouth and you gag. He hurriedly sits you up and you hack out the liquid with a rattle. Your arms hangs at your left side and you grunt at the pang in your bones.

"Zemo! You just gonna watch."

"Yes," the other man answers smugly. "What are we going to do with the creature?"

"You're serious?"

"I am... on the lamb, as you say," the other shrugs.

"Get the car," the man holding you up growls.

"Wh-what..." you can barely speak for the pain. Your head droops as the room tilts in your vision and you stare down at the red stain across your pressed blouse. Blood. Your blood.

"Go!" The man yells.

The footsteps of the other scamper off beneath his grumble. The man lifts you as you put your head back and scream in horror. You feel the blood draining out of you.

"Shh, stop," he hisses as he walks over the piles of rubble. "Don't do that, alright? You gotta calm down."

"B-b-but..." you babble and put your hands to your side, feeling the warm stickiness.

"That's it, doll, put pressure on it." He girds as he nears the blown-out wall.

You whine and quake as you obey him. You tuck your chin down and focus on containing the flow. An engine whirs up and he angles you around to open the door. He slides you into the backset and follows you.

"Go," he orders the driver.

"Oh, Barnes," the man he called Zemo tuts. "Not such a cold heart after all."

"Be quiet," he snips. Barnes?

He slides something free of the pocket in the door and opens the small chest. He takes out gauze and folds it in layers.

"Let me get a look," he touches your hand with his. His fingers are forged in metal. Huh?

Your hand slips and he wipes with the gauze. He hums as he leans in, parting the torn fabric around the gash.

"Not awful," her mutters.

"Dying," you murmur.

"No," he insists. "Zemo, what are you doing? Taking in the sights?"

"Be calm. It wouldn't do to draw attention," he insists.

The other man growls again but keeps tending to you. He tugs your shirt up above your chest and wraps your middle, padding around the cut with a thick layer of cotton. He knots it tight then puts his fingers to your neck.

"Pulse is strong," he says then feels along your arm. You cry out as he touches left. "Can you move it?"

You try and shriek again.

"Dear man, her screams are rather distracting."

"Shut up." Barnes' lips thin. "Alright, uh," he unzips his jacket and slips his hand under, fishing around. "Just relax, doll. I got something will help you until we get you fixed up."

He slides out a metal tube. You squint, your lashes still covered in dust. A sharp point pops out the end. Before you can react, he jabs it into your upper arm. A coolness spreads through your vein and tingles over you, washing out the agony.

"Zemo..." Barnes hisses as your eyes drift upward into the sockets. "... you goddamn idiot."

💞

Swaths of black and grey fold into each other in the abstraction of your subconscious. You forget the ruin, the blood, the fear. You forget yourself as you sink into the pit.

A glimmer of light breaks the void. A thin line between your eyelids. Your skull pulses and you feel as if you're moving. You open your eyes completely. You're still. Laying on your back, propped up slightly, in a king bed.

Where are you? The world around you is unfamiliar. The tall posts of the bed frame, the canopy pinned back behind them, the silky duvet and sheets. For all the comfort, you are entirely uncomfortable.

Your shoulder hurts, your ribs and side too, your face is thrumming, and your finger is on fire. You look down at your right hand. Your pink is wrapped and splinted. Your left shoulder is achy, your arm bent into a sling. The blankets are folded right beneath your elbow, hiding the rest of your injuries.

You remember the earth shaking, the dust, the voices. Those men...

You peer around as slowly the edges of your vision sharpen. There's a large painting showing a scene of ribaldry, men and women from another era sloshing wine without modesty. The furniture is antique and polished, well-kept, the wall-paper vintage but not gauche.

Next to you is a folded paper standing like a pyramid. Next to it, a golden bell. The card reads; ring me.

You whimper at just the thought of moving. You don't even try your left arm. You reach and grab the handle, your pinky kept straight in the splint. You tinkle the bell and the noise rattles in your head. You put it down to quiet the sharp noise.

You wait. You don't hear anything. Nothing changes.

You close your eyes and ease against the pillows. You hurt so bad. You wish you could just go back to sleep but the pain keeps you restless.

There's a creak. You look out from beneath your lashes as the door opens. A man enters. Brown hair, browner eyes, and a permanent smirk written into his thin lips.

"Darling, you are alive!" He raises his glass of dark liquid and slurps bawdily. "Cheers to you."

You blink. You know that voice. The buzzing in your ears clears.

"Zemo?"

"You remember!" He winks triumphantly. "Ah, but you must be miserable. Scotch?"

He comes closer and offers the glass. He wears a silken robe that gives a peek at his fluffy chest hair. You frown and shake your head, grimacing at the ripples of pain.

"I do recommend it. In your state, especially."

"Zemo," his voice rolls like silt in the air. He backs away and turns to watch the other man enter. The one with the metal arm.

"Barnes," you croak.

He stops short and looks at Zemo. "Bucky," he corrects you.

You can only nod. Just once before you moan and quiver against the pillows.

"It must be wearing off," he shakes his head and approaches. He opens the drawer of the nightstand. He takes out another metal tube. "Half-dose this time. Don't wanna make a habit."

He pokes your arm again. Too quick for you to react. You sigh as the soothing floe overrides your pain.

"You do like them sedated, eh?" The other man teases.

"Why are you in here?" Bucky spins on his cohort. "Hm? And why aren't you dressed?"

"You should be praising me. I was quick to respond for her call for help. I did not even fully draw my bath. I came at once."

"With scotch?"

"Well, forgive me for enjoying the finer things."

"You are unbelievable."

"Me? You are the one who absconded with a casualty."

"I did not--"

"You should've taken her to hospital."

"You said--"

"You don't usually listen to me," Zemo counters coyly. Your eyelids droop as their argument turns to low drones in your itchy ears.

"Doll," Bucky startles you as suddenly he's beside you, sat on the edge of the bed with a glowing glass of water. "You need to drink some. Eat too."

You gurgle senselessly. He leans the brim on your lips and slowly tips it into your mouth. He gentle rubs your throat to make your swallow. It's almost soothing.

"We're just gonna get you back to new then..." he trails off into a sigh. "Wasn't supposed to happen." He trades the glass for a bowl. "Soup."

He offers the spoon. You bat your lashes and open your mouth numbly. He feeds you the warm broth. You close your mouth and gulp with effort.

"Sorry, ya know? It's not-- not what I'm doing-- I thought--" he shakes his head. "Does it matter what I say? Look at you."

You don't say anything. You can't. He feeds you another bite and you shakily move your right hand towards him. You touch the hem of his shirt. He looks down in confusion.

"What?" He furrows his brow, blue eyes swimming like water sparkling over the coast.

"Know... you." You utter as your brain flickers.

He shrugs and scoops up more soup. As he hovers it before you, you groan and lift your hand to touch his. You brush the metal plates of the heel cradling the bowl.

"Hero." You say as the thoughts slowly piece together.

He sighs and looks down. His jaw clenches and his nose flares. He glances over his shoulder.

"Trying," he utters.

You keep your hand up, shifting it to look at your pinky. You frown. He does too. He rests the spoon in the bowl and gently guides your hand down.

"Tried to fix you up," he spoons up more soup. "Gonna be a bit."

You take another bite. It's better the more you eat. Not as stringent. Your stomach slowly adjusts.

You watch him as you eat. That seems to make him nervous. You remember him from pictures and videos. On the news. In history books.

"Bucky," you say.

"Just like I said, doll," he affirms.

You nod and open your mouth again. He puts the spoon in and you suck it clean. Now he watches you.

"Sorry about my... about Zemo."

You shake your head and wave weakly. You push your hand on the bed and try to sit up. His eyes flash.

"Woah, don't-- you gotta take it easy."

You fall back and whine. He sets the bowl down and turns to help you, sitting you up higher as he adjusts the pillows. He draws back, his hands brushing your sides and he sits again.

"Doll, you need anything, you say so." He eyes you with concern. "Already did enough damage."

[jobean12-blog]

Oh all the love!!!! They are so good with her! 🩷

Hi! Can I please request a Bucky x fem!reader where she is a mutant (from present day) with the ability to time travel, but she does not know how to control/use her powers, so she accidentally sends herself all the way back to the 40s and she doesn’t know how to send herself back. She meets Bucky and Steve and they quickly become her best friends and also take her in because she has no where to live (due to her time traveling there, but they don’t know that) and her and Bucky fall in love and get married. After losing both her husband, Bucky, and her best friend, Steve (she, like the rest of the world, has no clue either of them survived) her grief starts up her powers again and she finds herself back to present day, right smack dab in the middle of the Avengers HQ while they’re having a meeting about Bucky (this is after he has been captured, when Zemo is about to talk to him). The Avengers are 100% ready to fight this perceived threat that just came out of nowhere, but Steve, after taking a second to process (he is BAFFLED), realizes that this is one of his best friends, his other best friend’s wife, from the 40s, and Y/n just starts crying and throws herself into his arms because her best friend is alive 🥺 He’d be so shook to hear that she was never actually from the 40s, but from present day. Anyway, when Zemo triggers the Winter Soldier to come out, when Steve and Sam bring him to that warehouse and have his arm trapped so he can’t move, Y/n comes along with them and sees her husband (who she thought was dead) for the first time since the 40s (for her it hasn’t been that long though because she time traveled back to present day right after losing him and Steve, so the grief is fresh) and Bucky immediately starts crying because his wife is there 🥺 (Steve 100% knows right then and there that he’s speaking to Bucky, not Winter Soldier)

Together Again » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: 40s Bucky Barnes x Mutant/Enhanced!Female Reader with Pre Serum Steve Rogers, Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mutant/Enhanced!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and the Avengers

Summary: Your somehow loose control with your time travel abilities and it sends you all the way to the 1940s and you end up meeting Bucky and Steve. After hearing the devastating news about your husband’s death and disappearance of your best friend, or so you thought, your abilities send you back to the time period you’re supposed to be in and find out your husband and best friend have been alive the whole time and you two are finally together again.

Warnings: Fluff, language, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the beautifully detailed request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

You’re still trying to get used to having the ability to time travel. You don’t know how to control them yet and you ended up time traveling to a time period you’ve never been to. You looked around frantically. You were in an alleyway, but you don’t know where. You ran out of the alleyway to find something to tell you where you are and what time period you’re in. You looked around, seeing old cars and not as many businesses as the time period you’re supposed to be in.

“Ma’am?” You heard a voice from behind you.

You yelped and turned around, seeing two guys. One is a tall brunette and the other one is a blonde who’s about the same height as you. Both of them have blue eyes.

“Are you lost?” The brunette asks.

“Very. I’ve never been here before.” You say. “Can you guys tell me where I am?” You asked politely, trying to stay calm.

“Brooklyn, New York.” The blonde tells you.

“What year is it?” You asked curiously.

“You don’t know what year it is?” The brunette asks.

You shook your head no.

“It’s February 1941.” The brunette tells you.

Your eyes widened and your heart started to thud in your chest. You looked around, trying to gather your surroundings. That’s when you realized you were getting judgmental stares from anyone who walked past you.

“Why- Why’s everyone staring at me?” You asked.

“I think it’s because of what you’re wearing.” The blonde says.

You frowned and looked down at your outfit. You’re wearing a sweatshirt, black leggings, and your favorite sneakers. What’s wrong with that? Your mind was all over the place that you completely forgot that women in the 1940s don’t wear clothes like what you’re currently wearing.

“How about you come home with us so you’ll be warm and I’ll get you something to where?” The brunette suggests.

You stared at the two men for a few seconds before nodding your head. You walked with them, both of them on either side of you.

“What are your names?” You asked.

“I’m James, but everyone I know calls me Bucky.” Bucky introduces himself.

“And I’m Steve.” Steve introduces himself. “What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You tell them.

When you got to their apartment, you looked around and sat down on the couch, nervously played with your fingers.

“Bucky will be back in a little bit. He went to his parents house to see what his sister has for you to wear.” Steve says, handing you a glass of water.

You smiled and accepted the glass of water.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” He says.

You nodded.

“It’s ok. I understand. I used to be like that before Bucky and I became friends.” He says.

You smiled at how understanding Steve is. You and Steve maintained a great conversation till Bucky got home.

“My sister gave me a few options for you to choose from.” Bucky handed you a few hangers of outfits. “You can change in my bedroom. It’s at the end of the hall.” He says.

You smiled and went to Bucky’s bedroom. You laid the outfits on his bed and looked at them, trying to decide which one you should wear. You settled with a floral skirt with a matching short sleeved blouse. You put it on and looked down at it, smoothing it out with your hands. You went back to the living room.

“What do you guys think?” You asked.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Steve compliments with a smile.

Bucky’s jaw dropped. He was stunned by your beauty. He’s never seen a woman as beautiful as you.

“What do you think, Bucky?” You asked.

Bucky is still stunned. Steve poked his cheek to get his attention. He swatted his hand away, making you giggle.

“You’re drop dead gorgeous, doll.” Bucky finally compliments.

“Thank you.” You blushed.

A smile formed on Bucky’s face the more he looked at you. He knew he that you, him, and Steve are going to be great friends. Actually, Bucky wants more with you. He can see a future with you.

Shortly after that day, Bucky and Steve let you move in with them. You still haven’t told them that you have the ability to time travel and you’re not actually from that time period. You have a feeling that they won’t believe you. You might as well be honest with them and tell them.

“Bucky? Steve? I need to tell you guys something.” You say nervously.

“What is it, doll?” Bucky asks.

“I haven’t told you guys everything about me.” You say.

“What do you mean?” Steve asks.

“Promise you guys will believe me?” You asked.

They nodded.

“I’m not actually supposed to be in this time period.” You tell them.

“Of course you do, doll.” Bucky put a comforting hand on your knee. “You belong here.” He says softly.

“That’s sweet of you to say, Bucky, but I’m serious. I’m not actually supposed to be in the 1940’s.” You say.

“If you think you’re not supposed to be in our time period, what time period do you think you’re supposed to be in?” Steve asks.

“In between the 2010s and 2020s.” You say.

Bucky’s and Steve’s eyes went wide when they heard those years.

“You’re supposed to be almost 100 years in the future?” Steve asks.

You nodded.

“The only way you’d get from the future all the way back here is time travel.” Bucky says.

You stared at them, waiting for them to realize it, in which they did. Both of them had shocked looks on their faces.

“Did you use a Time Machine to get here?” Steve asks.

“Not exactly.” You answered. “The time period where I’m supposed to be in has superpowers and abilities. Those who have superpowers or abilities are enhanced or mutants.” You explained.

“Which one are you?” He asks.

“I’m a mutant.” You tell them.

“You don’t look like a mutant.” Bucky says.

“You look like a normal human like us.” Steve says.

“Thank you, guys.” You smiled.

“Which do you have? Superpowers or abilities?” Bucky asks.

“Abilities.” You answered.

“What are your abilities?” He asks.

“I have the ability to time travel, but I don’t know how to control them.” You explained. “So now, I guess I’m stuck here.” You say.

Bucky’s and Steve’s minds are completely blown right now. They always thought that superpowers and abilities were fictional in the books they’ve read. They would’ve never guessed that they’re real.

“Do you guys believe me?” You asked nervously.

“Of course we do, doll.” Bucky smiles.

You smiled and hugged them.

A few weeks go by and you’re still getting used to life in the 1940s. Bucky and Steve are making it easier for you to adjust to this time period. Also, you’ve started to develop a crush on Bucky. Bucky has the same crush on you as well.

“Hey, Bucky. What’re you reading?” You asked, walking in his bedroom and sat down on his bed next to him.

“Reading The Hobbit.” Bucky says.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“What’re you laughing about, doll face?” He asks in a playful voice.

“You reading The Hobbit.” You giggled again. “That makes you a nerd.” You joked playfully.

“There’s no need for name calling, doll.” He says, still sounding playful.

“What’re you going to do about it, James?” You playfully taunted.

Bucky grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap and started tickling you. You giggled and squirmed on his lap.

“Bucky, st-stop!” You giggled.

“Nope! This is what you get for calling me a nerd.” He says.

“You- You didn’t let me fin-finish.” You laughed. “I-I think you’re a cute nerd.” You say.

Bucky stopped tickling you. You laid across his lap, trying to catch your breath.

“You’re cute too, babydoll.” Bucky says softly, gently cupping your cheek.

“Really? Even if I’m a mutant?” You asked.

“Yes.” He whispers.

Silence filled the bedroom. You and Bucky gazed in each other’s eyes. You sat upright and sat next to him. You leaned in at the same time as Bucky. You two kissed passionately. His lips felt so soft against yours. You and Bucky were breathless when he pulled away.

“Woah…” You say, completely speechless.

Bucky chuckles lightly. He then cups your cheek.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Bucky asks softly.

“Yes.” You smiled.

Bucky smiles and pecks your lips a few times.

———

“I can’t believe we’re married.” You say, staring at the ring on your finger.

“You better believe it, doll. This is our life now.” Bucky smiles. “Mrs. Barnes.” He says softly.

“Mr. Barnes.” You say with a smile.

———

“Do you have to go?” You asked.

“You know I have to, doll.” Bucky whispers, gently caressing your cheek.

“I’m going to miss you.” You whispered, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Bucky kissed you softly and sweetly.

“I’ll be home before you know it, babydoll.” He whispers.

“I love you, James.” You whispered.

“I love you too, doll.” He whispers back.

———

“Stevie!” You smiled happily when you opened the door.

“Hi, Y/N.” Steve says.

You hugged him tightly. You looked outside, expecting Bucky to be with Steve, but he wasn’t which confused you.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked, looking at Steve.

Steve looks down and sighs, dreading that he has to tell you what he’s about to tell you.

“Y/N…” He begins softly.

“No.” You said. “I know what you’re about to say. Bucky is not dead.” You say, your voice cracking.

“I’m so sorry, but he is.” He says.

“He said he’d come home to me!” You cried.

Steve wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly.

“Tell me how he died.” You say.

“He- he fell off a train. I tried to get him, but he fell before I could get to him.” Steve tells you, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers.

Steve couldn’t stay after that. He had to go back to the Army. You laid in bed, trying to process your husband’s death. You gazed at the picture of you and him on yours and his wedding day. Your bottom lip quivered and a loud cry left your lips. That’s when a bright light lit up the bedroom…

PRESENT DAY

The Avengers were having a meeting about the Sokovia Accords when you appeared in the room. You were on the floor, crying in the fetal position. The Avengers were alarmed when they seen you and they stood up from their seats.

“Ma’am?” Steve slowly approached you. “Are you ok? Are you injured?” He asks.

You quickly recognized that voice. You know that voice. Your crying stopped and your eyes shot open. You sat up, seeing your best friend.

“Steve?” You asked.

“Y/N?” Steve asks.

You stood up from the floor and ran over to him, hugging him tightly.

“You’re alive.” You whispered.

You and Steve stood there hugging while the Avengers stared at you two in confusion. They cleared their throats to get yours and his attention.

“Who is she, Steve?” Natasha asks.

“This is Y/N. She’s Bucky’s wife. She has the ability to time travel. She’s actually from this time period.” Steve tells them.

Tears rolled down your cheeks and your bottom lip quivered when you heard your husband’s name. Steve excused himself and took you to a different room to talk.

“I have something to tell you and it may come to you as a shock, but I’m telling the truth when I say this.” Steve begins.

You sniffled, waiting for him to continue.

“Bucky is alive.” He tells you.

Your eyes went wide.

“But- but told me he was dead.” You say.

“I thought he was, but I seen him.” He says.

“When?” You asked.

“Not too long ago.” He says.

“Take me to him.” You say.

“I will once I figure out where he is. I promise.” He says.

———

“Why did you bring me to an abandoned building in a different country?” You asked Steve.

“Bucky is in here. I brought him here.” Steve says.

You looked in the room Bucky is in, gasping when you seen Bucky. You went to run to him, but Steve grabbed your arm before you could get to your husband.

“Steve, he’s waking up.” Sam informs him.

Steve walks toward Bucky with you and Sam following behind him. You stayed hidden behind Steve. Bucky frowns when he noticed that his metal arm was wedged in some kind of machine.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Steve asks him.

“Your mom’s name is Sarah and you used to wear newspapers in your shoes.” Bucky says.

You smiled to yourself when you finally heard your husband’s voice for the first time in a while. You stepped out from behind Steve.

“James?” You asked.

“Doll?” Bucky whispers. “Is that really you?” He asks.

Bucky thought he was hallucinating for a second.

“Yes.” You confirmed softly.

Bucky somehow managed to get his metal arm out of the machine. He stood up and walked over to you. Steve stands in between you and him, just to be sure he was in Winter Soldier mode.

“Steve, please.” Bucky’s voice cracks and his eyes tear up. “Let me hug my wife.” He pleads softly.

Steve looked in Bucky’s eyes, seeing his best friend and not the Winter Soldier. He stepped aside, allowing Bucky to approach you. Bucky hugged you tightly. He broke down in tears and so did you.

“We’ll give you guys a moment.” Steve says.

Steve and Sam left the room, leaving you and Bucky alone. Bucky cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. Your hands clutched the fabric of his henley, melting into his touch.

“I missed you more than anything, babydoll.” Bucky whispers against your lips.

“I missed you more.” You whispered back.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him.

“I love you so much, James.” You whispered.

“I love you more, babydoll.” He murmurs softly. “I’m never leaving you again. I promise.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[multiversefanfics]

Maybe I Do, Maybe I Don't (part 5)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warnings: Cussing, angst Summary: You moved into the compound. Bucky wasn't happy about it, but things turned around, and the two of you ended up getting together. A/N: I did a time skip because I felt like it Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6 Word Count: 1,025

You and Bucky have been together for 5 years, and everything has been amazing, he's been amazing, he's been the perfect man in your opinion, but something seemed to have changed. Bucky started being distant with you and you couldn't figure out what it was. Every time you would ask him, he would change the subject so eventually you just stopped asking, you noticed him and Natasha hanging out more than normal, and of course, your mind wanders and fills with things that aren't happening, but the mind is a weird place.

You shook the thoughts out of your head and continued to eat your cereal on the couch while watching Danny Phantom when you heard the familiar sound of Bucky's keys jingling on the other side of the door. You didn't take your eyes off the screen you heard him take his shoes off and place his bag on the kitchen counter "Good morning, Doll." You smiled and looked over at him "Hi baby, have a good workout?" He raised an eyebrow, then his face changed. "Yeah, it was good Sam pulled a muscle in his arm and wanted to end it early."

Your face scrunched up "You've been gone for some time now." He sat down beside you wrapping his arm around you "We stopped to get some food." You nodded and turned your attention back to the TV. He usually takes a shower before touching you and never gets food after working out, but again you shook the thoughts out because maybe it was Sam's idea. Something just didn't seem right though.

You ignored it and continued watching your show, his phone vibrated you tried your best not to look but you looked out of the corner of your eye "Oh, uh that's Sam we have a briefing. I love you, Doll" He kissed your forehead and left before you got a chance to tell him you love him too. You sighed and took your dish to the sink rinsing it out, you turned around and looked at your living room, it wasn't a mess, but things were out of place. After an hour of tidying up there was a knock at the door, you held your couch pillows in your arms and went to open the door to reveal Sam standing there.

"Hey, is Buck home?" You raised an eyebrow and laughed awkwardly "He told me you guys had a briefing" Sam shook his head "It's our day off, we don't have a briefing today." You let Sam walk inside, and you set the pillows down on the couch "Oh, how's your arm?" When you didn't hear Sam respond you looked back at him to see him confused "From your workout?" Sam made the same confused face once more "I didn't work out today, are you okay?" It was your turn to make a confused face "Bucky said that- Wait, have you seen Bucky at all today?" Sam shook his head, your mind raced, and you began pacing around the living room

"Y/N." You ignored him and continued pacing until he walked in front of you, grabbing your shoulders "Y/N, calm down. What's going on?" You looked up at Sam "He's cheating on me, isn't he?" Sam took a step back "We don't know that Bucky would never do that to you he loves you." You laughed coldly "He's sneaking around, lying, leaving in a hurry what else would he be doing?" Sam didn't have an answer for you, he didn't know what to say.

You sighed and sat down on the couch "What do I do, Sam?" He sat down beside you and let out a deep sigh "Honestly, talk to him when he comes home, I really don't think Bucky has it in him to cheat." You nodded and sighed "Will you stay until he comes home? I feel like if I stay by myself, I will do something stupid." Sam, of course, agreed to stay, he wants to know what Bucky is doing as well.

Many, many movies later, Bucky finally came through the door, and both you and Sam turned your heads to look at him. Your anger bubbled up once again, and you stood up to meet him "Hey, babe, look who decided to drop by." You smile coldly at him, Bucky looked between you and Sam "I can explain." You crossed your arms over your chest and shifted your weight to one leg "Oh, please do explain."

Bucky took a deep breath "I was with Natasha." You raised an eyebrow, staring at him "Why didn't you just tell me that?" Apparently, his boots were more interesting than your face by the way he stared at them. "Get out." His eyes shot up to look at you "What?" You walked over to the door and opened it. "Get out."

Bucky walked over to you "Baby-" You cut him off by putting your hand up "Get out. I'm not going to say it again." Bucky stared into your eyes he knew you were serious, and there was no way he was going to be able to talk you out of it. Without another word he walked out the door hearing it slam behind him.

You turned to look at Sam, whose eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. "Y/N?" You shook your head "No, Sam, I am not okay. I just told the love of my life to get out instead of pressing the issue and talking it out." You sighed and rubbed your face "I need to go to bed, if you wanna stay, you're more than welcome to the guest room, if not, you have a key just lock up when you leave."

"I'll stay; you keep the towels in the same place still?" You nodded and hugged Sam goodnight "Oh, and we just went to the grocery store, so if you get hungry, help yourself we got some of your snacks too." You smiled up at Sam and went to your room. You lay there silently, trying to make sense of everything, and soon, you finally went to sleep.

A/N: So this has been in my drafts since 2023 and I really want it out there, this was going to be the last part, but I got ideas while writing the rest of this so there's gonna be another part I hope you enjoy it, if you want to be tagged in future fics message me, comment or fill out this form and you will be added to the taglist

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Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @kandis-mom @tdbooth @kjah97

[myfirstnameisagent]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Civilian!Reader

Summary: You comfort Steve after a stressful mission.

Warnings: The stress is what happened with the exploding hospital, angst, hurt/comfort, Rumalow mention cause ew

He didn't need to tell you what happened. 

It was plastered on every screen all over the world. Rapid headlines fired across television screens and phones buzzed with every range of headlines. The whole world saw it unfold, and even if you didn't know all of it, you wouldn't have pressed him to tell you either. Despite your curiosity, you knew questions wouldn't bring him out of his current state. All you could do was wait.

Your legs curled up beneath you as you waited, the shower running behind the closed bathroom door. You'd taken the precautions as soon as you saw the headline yourself,  the apartment illuminated by your favorite candles and the warm glow of lamps. You weren't sure he'd come, it was rare he'd give you any warning on nights like these. When he couldn't stand being at the compound or his place, when he just needed to collide with something soft and that felt like home. 

The pipes squeaked as the water turned off, and the opening and closing of the shower thudded from the bathroom. You quickly picked up the book you were pretending to read, acting as if you weren't waiting for him. After a few more moments, the cloud of steam seemed to follow him into your bedroom. Blonde hair dark and damp, t-shirt sticking to still damp skin that under any other circumstances would have made your mouth water. But tonight wasn't that kind of night, at least, you didn't think so, at least not the way his shoulders sank as if he were Atlas himself, and the entire rock of a planet had been placed on his shoulders. He ran his towel over the back of his neck before discarding it into your hamper, not quite meeting your eyes. "Thank you, for letting me crash here." 

"You're welcome anytime." You said softly, reaching out to carefully take one of his larger hands into both of yours. He let himself be pulled, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. The stress of it all had written itself into the creases of his face, worry lines framing once bright blue eyes. You sat the book aside, moving to push up on your knees beside him, sinking into the soft mattress beneath. Your fingers gently traced his arms before making their way up to his shoulders, attempting to smooth out any tension you could. There was little give to his solid form, but it didn't stop you from attempting to soothe him anyway. 

"It's my fault." He said after a stretched moment of silence. His hands folded and pressed against his nose as if he were lost in an endless prayer. Everything that ever happened to his team, to his friends, he always placed it on himself. You pushed up enough to press a kiss to the top of his head, the woodsy smell of his shampoo filling your senses as  you continued to rub at his broad shoulders. 

"I know you did everything you could." Your lips brushed down to his ear, tracing the defined muscles until your arms wrapped around his neck from behind. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck and felt his body heave into a sigh against you. 

"You weren't there." All authority had slipped from his voice, and now it was something softer, more broken and human. "I don't need to be." You chided gently, a warm and rough palm coming up to rest on your forearm. 

"Then how could you possibly know what happened?"

"I know you." The words were simple yet final. "I know you would have done whatever needed to be done. You've always looked out for everyone." 

Steve squeezed your arm, staring at the wall. "He mentioned Bucky and I just.." His words fell off, and he made no effort to retrieve them. You perked up at the mention, knowing that the search for his best friend had been at the forefront of his mind and now-

Your train of thought was completely derailed by you effortlessly being swung around his body and into his lap. He'd scooted a bit further onto the bed, strong arms wrapping around your waist. His forehead drops to your shoulder, your hand immediately reaches up to slip your fingers into his hair. Buried beneath the uniform and the Captain title he was still just the boy from Brooklyn, the one who wanted to always do the right thing, no matter the personal cost. Despite his preaching to others to not carry it all with them, he failed miserably to walk it out.

"You are a good man, everybody else knows it and it's past time you learn it too." You murmured, knowing it wasn't just this mention, but the whole subject of Bucky in general. Steve felt like he failed him, and in return, it projected its ugly head onto this mission. 

"I don't feel like one." He sighed but stayed intertwined with you. Regardless of how he felt about himself, it didn't change the fact that you were going to sit with him through every moment of it. 

Even if he stopped believing in himself, you'd always be here to do it for him, despite whatever hell this dug up.

[mintyys-blog]

FROSTBOUND— frost giant! loki laufeyson x asgradian! reader

WARNINGS: obsession.

The wind howled through the shattered halls of the palace, carrying the scent of ice and blood. The golden splendor of Asgard was dulled under the weight of an invading winter—unnatural, creeping through the stone like a curse. You moved through the corridors with measured steps, your heart pounding despite the calm mask you wore. The battle had been lost before it began.

You found him in the throne room.

Loki sat upon the Allfather’s throne, his long fingers resting against the armrests, his body draped in rich furs that contrasted the icy blue of his skin. His red eyes glowed like embers against the frost. He was unrecognizable from the man you had once known—once trusted. The trickster prince, exiled, betrayed, humiliated, had returned in a form that Asgard had long feared.

“You’re quieter than I expected,” Loki mused, tilting his head as he regarded you. “Not even a gasp of horror?”

Your jaw tightened. “I’ve seen horrors far worse than blue skin.”

His lips curled into a smirk, but his amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “Ah, but this is not merely a change in complexion, little Asgardian. This is what I have always been. What your precious kingdom sought to erase.”

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides. “You could have come back to us. You could have—”

“What?” His voice darkened, amusement vanishing like mist. “Begged for acceptance? Bowed to the ones who raised me on lies?”

A chill settled in your bones that had nothing to do with the frost creeping along the golden floor. The Loki before you was colder, darker, touched by something far more ruthless than mere vengeance.

“You came to kill me, didn’t you?” he continued. “Or at least attempt to.”

You didn’t answer. The blade at your side felt heavier than it had before.

Loki sighed, rising from the throne with predatory grace. “And yet you hesitate. How fascinating.” He stepped toward you, slow and deliberate, his towering frame casting a shadow that swallowed you whole. “Tell me, dearest, do you hesitate because you fear failure?” He reached out, brushing a gloved hand against your cheek. “Or because, deep down, you know you belong to me?”

A shiver ran through you, but you refused to step back. “I belong to no one.”

His smirk returned, wicked and knowing. “We shall see.”

Loki’s fingers lingered against your skin, his touch impossibly cold yet searing in its intensity. You wanted to recoil, to strike him down, but something in his gaze held you captive.

“You don’t flinch,” he observed, his voice a dark purr. “Even now, when the rest of Asgard trembles at my feet, you stand before me like a defiant little flame in the storm.”

Your jaw tightened. “You expect me to cower?”

“I expect you to submit.”

The words coiled around you like an enchantment, thick with promise and warning. Loki had always been dangerous, but now—like this—he was something else entirely. A king without mercy. A god unchained.

And yet, you knew him.

“You want me to kneel?” you taunted, tilting your chin up. “You’ll have to force me.”

Loki’s smirk deepened, amusement flickering in his crimson eyes like an ember catching wind. “Oh, I intend to.”

Before you could move, ice snaked around your wrists, coiling tight as it wrenched your arms behind your back. The cold burned, sharp enough to steal your breath. You struggled, but the ice only tightened, forcing you down onto your knees before him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, circling you like a beast toying with its prey. “Asgard’s proud warrior, brought to her knees by the very power your people deemed monstrous.”

Your breaths came sharp and fast, fury warring with something far more dangerous in your chest. Loki had always been clever, always known how to unearth the hidden parts of you that you fought to keep buried. And now, with the weight of his magic pressing against your skin, you knew he could feel it—the way your body responded, the way your mind betrayed you with the smallest flicker of intrigue.

Loki leaned in, his voice a breath against your ear. “Do you hate me for it?”

You lifted your gaze to meet his, fire burning behind your eyes. “I will never be yours.”

His lips curled into something cruel. “Sweet liar.”

The ice around you melted away in an instant, and before you could react, Loki gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His touch was colder than death, but his eyes burned with something else—something darker, something that made your pulse quicken in ways it shouldn’t.

“You will be,” he whispered. “One way or another.”

[makehydrafictionagain]

MCU angst playlist: Sam.

I just think of him when I hear this song. Just the upbeat, badassedness of it.

#mcuangstplaylist

[asgardswinter]

Wade is all of us

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[eufezco]

LIKE THE FIRST TIME

it has been a long time since you and logan had sex. you should show him that despite everything he hated about himself, you still craved him.

logan x afab!reader (smut, angst) + no use of y/n. english isn't my first language (!). gif credit to @/asgardswinter

it was a shitty place where you were living with logan. it was always dirty, no matter how many times you cleaned it, it was noisy, because despite being in the middle of nowhere, the train tracks were very close to it, and it was the least home-like thing in the world. both of you were working your asses off to get out of there as soon as possible.

in your free time, you helped caliban with the housework and took care of old charles xavier while logan spent the whole day out, driving and having to deal with one of the things he hated most in the world, people.

he always came home late, tired, with his whole body aching. some nights you would fall asleep while waiting for him and even though logan asked you to do it, to not to wait up for him, most times you stayed up so just to make sure he arrived safely. you waited for him curled up in bed. when he was a minute late, your heart began to beat faster and you imagined the worst. but then he would come into the room, dragging his feet and with his head bowed down.

—how was your day?

logan grunted as he sat at the foot of your bed, you felt how the mattress sagged with his weight.

—did something happen?

you crawled to him and rested your chin on his shoulder. he let out a sigh of relief when your arms wrapped around his body and you hugged him from the back.

—just a tired fuckin' day, that's all.

you hummed, understanding. —well, now you are home so you can finally relax. would you like something to eat?

logan shook his head as he let it fall back and rest on your shoulder. he just wanted to stay like that a little longer with his body between your legs and his eyes closed. he placed one of his hands over yours resting on his stomach as you hugged him. one of his big hands was enough to cover both of yours.

—i've missed you, lo. i always miss you when you are away.

you placed a kiss on his neck. the first thing he did when he entered the house was to get rid of his shirt, keeping only the white tank top he was wearing underneath. his broad shoulders were at your disposal, his muscular arms and warm skin as well.

logan swallowed when he felt your lips on his neck. you noticed so you placed another kiss there.

—i miss you too. every second i spend away from you, i miss you.

you hummed, your heart gave a small jump of joy. while your love language was words of affirmation and you were always reminding him how much he was loved by you, logan was more of an act of service man. removing makeup from your face when you got home and were too tired to do it yourself, washing your hair and massaging your head when you showered, and leaving your coffee ready when he went to work earlier than you. hearing those words come out of logan's mouth meant the whole world.

your hands traveled down his abdomen until they reached the hem of his tshirt and easily slipped under the fabric. you felt his perfect abs under your fingertips and the hairs growing below his belly button as well. he took a deep breath, it had been so long since the last time he had allowed you to touch him like that.

you took your hands out of his tshirt and moved one of them to his neck to make logan turn his head resting on your shoulder and look at you. you connected your lips with his, his bushy beard pricked your face as you kissed him, but you didn't mind, it had been so long since you and logan had kissed so passionately that you could take it.

your tongue slipped past his lips and logan moaned, allowing his to go inside your mouth as well. you moved on the bed, putting one leg on each side of logan's body and sitting on his lap, all this without stopping kissing for a second. his hands now rested on your lower back, yours were on the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

his cock got rock hard the moment you sat on his thighs and you started to roll your hips timidly against his crotch. you felt his growing bulge rubbing against your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. god, how bad you needed to feel him.

your hands slid down from his neck, caressing his entire torso, until they reached again the hem of his tshirt. you tried to pull the white tank top over his head, but logan stopped you. his lips parted from yours and he shook his head.

—it's okay. i want you, logan. i promise everything is fine.

you held his cheeks so he would look you in the eyes.

he was getting old, there was nothing left of the young and charming boy you met at charles' academy. his body had changed, his hair and beard were becoming whiter every day, and you were still young and full of light while he was fading away. yet you still loved and desired him, like the first day you craved his body. you found him just as hot, even hotter now, but you didn't want to force him to do something he wasn't going to enjoy.

you kissed him so he could stop worrying. —let me take care of you. i want you, lo, i need to feel you —.you mumbled against his lips. he let out a grunt when he felt you pressing your pussy harder on his bulge.

your hands traveled the same path down his chest one more time until you reached the edge of his tshirt again. you expected him to take your hands off him again but he not only allowed you to keep going but he also lifted his arms so you could pull the white tank top over his head.

—fuck —. you let out in a mix of moan and gasp. his body was breathtaking. your hands were quickly attached to his chest, hairy, hard under your touch, warm, with each of its muscles perfectly defined. abs, pecs, perfect broad and muscular shoulders, and wide strong arms, with veins running from his shoulder down his arms to the back of his hands. you ran your fingers along the thick scars that marked his body. —fuck, you're so hot.

with his hands on your back, logan gently pushed you to keep rubbing yourself against him and you moaned, he was harder if possible and you were so wet that you knew that your panties would be completely soaked. you kissed the crook of his neck while his fists clenched, clutching at the tshirt of his that you were wearing as your pajamas. logan fought against his instinct, against the animalistic way you were making him feel, but his grip became so tight that he ended up ripping the fabric.

—it was one of your favorite tshirts.

—don't care.

and logan kissed your lips as he ended up tearing the fabric completely and threw it on the floor. you grabbed the back of his head when his lips moved down your neck and collarbone. your nipples were already painfully hard when logan cupped one of your tits and wrapped his mouth around your sensitive bud.

all of a sudden you got up from his lap and he had to let your nipple go. he was worried about the way you had moved away from him, had he done something wrong?

now you were standing in the middle of the room, in front of him, only wearing your panties. your body was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever witnessed, with scars very similar to his, with all those things you hated about yourself. was that how you felt about him? if it had not been for the pain in his whole body he would have fallen off the bed on his knees in front of you.

he huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes once you started swaying your hips from side to side while you slid your underwear down your legs. you laughed too, you felt stupid, but at least you had managed to make him smile. you two weren't the type to do those things, things were always more animalistic, more passionate, rougher. you walked towards him and leaned in to kiss him as your hands worked on the zipper of his jeans.

—you're beautiful —. he whispered.

logan helped you to straddle him again. you held your body over his thanks to your knees on the bed. with one hand you grabbed his hard cock resting impatiently against his stomach. he gasped because of your firm grip and squeezed your hips when you lined it up against your aching entrance.

you lowered yourself just enough for his tip to go in. he let out a deep grunt straight from his chest, you let out all the air you had in your lungs in a moan. you never forgot how big he was, the thickness of his cock, the patch of hair on its base, and the veins running along his shaft, but you did forget about the way it stretched you open, about the sting that his dick going deeper inside you caused.

—careful —. logan mumbled against your lips.

you kept taking him, closing your eyes shut and biting your lower lip, hissing every time you took a centimeter more inside of you. you rested your forehead against his and whined when his cock finally bottomed you. —i need a moment.

logan nodded. one of your hands sneaked in between your bodies and found your clit while his hands lovingly caressed your back. it had been so long since you had sex. logan wouldn't let you touch him, he was disgusted by his own body and he was afraid that you would see him the way he saw himself. that's why that night you decided that you would make him feel so good that he would never doubt the way you felt about him or his body.

you started by slowly rolling your hips as your fingers worked on your clit. his jaw tightened while he felt your body moving with his whole cock inside. his big hands on your hips helped you to move, setting a pace and keeping you from going faster so you wouldn't hurt yourself.

—that's it, take your time —. he said. young logan wouldn't have given you a second to get used to it, he would have fucked you mercilessly and you would have loved every second of it. but now, his eyes were focused on where your bodies became one, enjoying how your pussy adjusted to his size thanks to your fingers rubbing your clit.

he moaned once you lifted your body just a little and then dropped back onto him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips while you repeated that same move again and again. your cries and his moans mixed in your mouths. all his body jerked every time you lifted yourself a bit more and then sucked his cock completely inside you again.

—you make me feel so good, logan. always have, fuck—. you purred in his ear. his hands, previously resting on your hips, slid all the way to your ass your hands and squeezed it. in those little details you could see how he was gaining confidence, which encouraged you to keep moving without changing your pace. it was slow, passionate, intense and intimate.

between moans and cries, you kept worshiping him, telling him how much you had missed feeling him inside you, how your fingers were no comparison to his cock, how you didn't want to share these moments with anyone other than him. there was no one like him. you didn't care about his scars, his moodiness, the gray of his hair, there would never be another one for you but logan, you did not want another one.

you were close, he could feel it in the way your walls were squeezing his cock and he knew he wouldn't last longer. logan wrapped his arms around your body, pressing you against his hard chest, and your fingers knotted into his hair. he groaned, your little jumps became irregular, your legs began to shake. logan hugged you tighter and sunk his teeth into your shoulder, getting a little choked cry from you.

—cum inside me, lo. fill me up, please, i need it. let me have it, please.

oh god, your words were driving him insane and after how well you had treated him, who was he to deny your wishes?

logan held your body down on his cock as he came, hugging you tighter against him. you buried your head into the crook of his neck, moaning into his skin while your legs shook and your pussy clenched around him. it was too much. as he released himself inside you, his claws came out and trapped you between them and logan's body, you had no escape. he groaned when he felt the pain of the adamantium ripping the skin off his knuckles mixed with all the pleasure of cumming inside you.

—shit —. he immediately put the claws away when he realized. —i haven't hurt you, have i?

you shook your head, still coming down from your high. he exhaled with relief. once you had caught your breath, you straightened your back, still sitting on his lap and feeling his cock getting soft inside you. you brought his hands to the front.

—are you okay? that probably hurt —. you caressed his knuckles.

—felt too good to even think about it.

you smiled proudly and kissed him. when you broke away, he noticed the mark of his teeth on the skin of your shoulder. —'m so sorry, fuck.

—don't be. i wish you had bitten me harder.

he shook his head, keeping himself from laughing. —you're a freak.

[bondedcloud]

The Marvels

“Oh captain, my captain”.

Still can’t get over with their chemistry and I miss them already !!

[avengerscompound]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | S1:E1 - New World Order

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

What a Mess 9

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: thick!Bucky Barnes

Summary: Your new job isn’t all that you expect. (maid AU – short!reader)

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Bucky drops to his knees. You sway as you look down at him, stunned. He frames your hips and hooks his fingers in the top of your pants.

You grasp his shoulders to keep from falling as he tugs the waistband down. You can't stop him. Even if you were brave enough to try.

He strips them down your legs and guides them past your feet as you step out of them. You quiver and let out a willowy breath.

"Doll," he looks up at you as he sweeps the fabric away.

"You said slow--"

"Doll, I'm going slow," he traces his fingers up your leg, his flesh rough against your naked skin.

He pulls your leg forward and shifts to bend your leg over his shoulder. You cling to him as you teeter on one foot. His hand creeps up to your bum and he pulls you even closer. He dips his head to bury his face in your pelvis.

You gasp at his hot breath. Once more, he dives into you. He is ravenous as his cool tongue glides between your folds, still tender from hours ago. Your heart tempos at the realisation of how long you've been here. How long you've been trapped. You don't know that you'll ever be free.

You whimper but it might sound like pleasure to him. Your fear flows over and makes you shake. He laps at you with hungry growls and you push your heel into his back.

You turn your face away as a tear trickles out. He rolls his head and flicks his tongue around and around. He licks and sucks at your clit, devouring you sloppily as his other hand trails up your thigh.

He pushes two fingers along your cunt and wiggles them. His metal digits poke slowly inside, just a little as he tests your resistance. You heave as your fear spills over, wetting your cheeks as your body quakes.

He slips further in, pulling back, easing in and out, deeper each time. Your walls squeeze around him and you whine, bunching a fistful of his hair. You bite your lip to keep your voice within.

He groans as he drinks you in, pushing his knuckles against you before dragging his fingers out again. He keeps a deliberate pace even as his tongue swirls wildly. Your nerves bounce off each other and a blazing orgasm scalds beneath your skin.

A sob breaks free as you cum. Your shame chokes you and your tears drip onto your shirt. Your foot slips and you writhe as panic stirs with your release. You push on Bucky's head, wrestling with him, until you break free. His fingers smear down your leg as you fall onto the tile. The impact jars your bones.

You whimper and grab your back. Something doesn't feel right. Your thighs are slipper as you push your legs together and roll onto your side. You mop your face as you shakily lift your head to look at him.

He sits back on his heels as he stares at you. His confusion shifts to sternness.

"Why are you acting like this? I'm being nice."

"Bucky, I..." you sit up, wincing at the pang beneath your tailbone.

"I'm sorry, I'm just..."

"You're making me the monster. Doll, you're not supposed to--" he takes a heavy breath. "Doll, what are you doing?"

He snarls and hangs his head. He grips it between his hands and pants. You watch him in terror. What's happening?

"Doll, doll," he repeats as he rocks, his shoulders wracking as he twitches.

He stills all at once. You're left in silence, bated and thick. You stare as you wait for him to speak or move. He doesn't.

You slowly reach for your pants. As you drag them closer, his arm darts out and he grabs the other leg. You squeak and hold onto them as he tugs them taut. He raises his head slowly.

"Bucky?" You babble.

His eyes are dark and vacant. His face is somehow tense but expressionless. It's as if he can't see you.

"Bucky, are you okay--"

He yanks the pants and you slide on your knees. He catches you by your throat and you yelp. He squeezes until you can't breathe. You stare into the pits of his pupils.

He stands, lifting you like a ragdoll by your neck. He tosses the pants away. Your toes drift over the floor as he carries you around the counter and through to the front room. He grabs the railing of the stairs and marches you backward up them. Your eyes flood again.

You want to scream his name but you can't make a sound. You grab at his shirt as you trip back onto the second story. He doesn't let up. Not until he gets to the bed.

He tosses you as easily as he had your pants. You land as another twinge pinches the muscles of your back. You wriggle and reach for anything. For an escape. He peels off his tank top and shoves down his sweatpants. He puts a knee on the bed and you freeze, looking at him one last time.

"Bucky, it's me," you plead as you try to sit up. "I can be good--"

He walks across the mattress on his knees and shoves you back down. He plants his hands on either side of you and holds himself over you. His empty eyes bore into you. You see your fate in them.

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#a girl who can do both

HAILEE STEINFELD as KATE BISHOP Hawkeye (2021)

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Based on this post ! For Stony Bingo prompt "Close-Up". This was such a beautiful gif that when I saw the close-up prompt I just had to do it.