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black-moon-bunny · 2 years ago

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Little Bunny, Jealous Bunny, Naughty Bunny. // Mob!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader

Bucky wanted to be a good man, he wanted to take things slowly with her, getting to know her and don't make her feel like he just wants to use her. But when he sees her with another man at their bar, he loses completely and decides to punish his good little bunny girl.

Word Count: 2.547

Warnings: Pure filthy Smut! +18! Minors DNI. A little bit of degradation kink, and overstimulation, and also public sex on a parking lot because horny me. Use of pet names, dumbfucked. Oral Sex F receiving, also reader being insecure as fuck because i project my own feelings in this so excuse me.

A.N: Hi there, so I had this drabble that I worked on a long time ago and never finished it, but I decided to give it a go with my other fic. Im thinking of putting up the next part of this filthy thing at some point, let me know if you are interested in reading it. I hope you enjoy it and leave a comment or a reblog. Pictures taken from pinterest and edited by me. DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE.

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She was running from him directly to the parking lot, after he put her in the most embarrassing situation that she had ever lived. She was pissed off to a limit, and she was done with the mobster who was inside the bar creating trouble. She heard him calling for her at the backdoor of the bar, but she ignored him, this pissed him off even more than he already was after finding her sharing a drink with an unknown man at their spot.

—Doll, I just want to talk something with you... come here, let's talk. I just want to know why you were with him, drinking…in our bar, at our spot. —He seemed more and more threatening by the minute. Getting closer and closer to you at that dark parking lot.

—James I already told you, we are nothing more than friends for you to act like that, and I can talk who ever I want, and don't "doll" me. I just wanted to meet somebody, and maybe get laid who fucking knows.

The true was, that this cat and mouse game has been on since their first meeting at the local bar a couple of years ago, they were not friends at the time but had seen each other multiple times and each time since the first one it was the same type of interaction; he bought her drinks that she refused at first but seeing that he was very persistent and charming she started to accept. After a while he sent his business card as a way of introducing himself to her and they ended up talking until the bar closed about his life, her life and other things. With each conversation the sexual tension grew more and more but never reach anything, not a kiss not a desperate fucking in a bathroom, nothing so she assumed that it was pure friendship that he was looking for in her. It was not until a year after the two of them meet that she found out the truth about his business, he was fine with talking about the issue but he had to learn if she could keep it a secret. After that, they grew closer and closer, became really good friends and while there was some sort of sexual tension between them he never made any advance on her. So she gave up and decided to flirt with another guys, and then he caught her flirting and all of that lead to the mess that forced her out of the bar.

—Are you trying to make me jealous? because if you are doll, you are doing a great fucking job. —He corner her between a wall and her car, getting each time closer and closer to her, he was losing his cool. He wanted to kill the guy and wanted to make her choke on her dick to shut her up because he was losing his patience. His voice was calm but full of a darkness that she couldn't understand, but that made her thigs clench with each well-spoken word.

- Jealous of what? We are nothing James! You walk around town with a different woman every night and when you are with me we just talk, I get it I'm not hot, not pretty and totally not your type so what's your fucking prob—He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, cutting her mid-sentence. Grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes.

-Doll, were you jealous? ...So all of this was because you were jealous? Those ladies make my father company and I'm the one in charge of take them to her houses or to drink when they get bored. You know how this business works and that my father is not a patient man. I can't say no to his commands. But I can swear to you, that since we met I lost interest in those women…

-...You are a fucking liar...let me go, I want to go home and I don't want to see you. —She looked down, not able to sustain the stare that he was giving her because if she did, she was not going to be able to hide the fact that this little exchange was turning her on.

-Oh doll...—He pulled her even closer to his face, almost brushing her lips. He took one hand of her wrist and caressed her cheek with it, slowly almost romantically, almost sweet but there was something else in that touch that was driving her mad —Oh my за́йка (little bunny, záî-ka] ) — He purr up her neck and stop at her ear— I wanted to be a good man, I wanted to take things step by step to show you that I'm serious about us...about my feelings for you—He grabbed her throat a little bit hard, but not making too much pressure— But you make me this…and I find you drinking in our spot with an asshole who does not deserves you…— His voice sounded like a growl of an animal in heat, and his eyes were dark with lust — And now I have to think to myself if I should punish you and show you how hard has been to me ...—She felt how his metal arm went down her back and above her ass and she let go a sight when she noticed how he was pulling her skirt up little by little — How fucking hard has been to me not eating you out every time we meet at our spot, how excruciating has been for me not to bend you down on the fucking V.I.P lounge and make you come in my face while I eat your delicious pussy over and over again—With almost no resistance from her, he placed himself behind her pressing her body to the door of his car, with one leg between hers and slowly pushing, while talking smoothly into her ear and lowering his hand under the skirt—...But you had to do this, and now I cannot give it to you without a punishment...—She was stunned, she was totally in shock but without any intention of stopping him, this was turning her on like a stove, she felt her legs trembling, such power dripping from the tip of his fingers lingering in each phrase, but also, the hidden love confession between his act and speech

She never picked up the sings, she just thought that they were only friends, that she was not his type. Not a sexy model, with a body not “pretty” in the standards of the type of girl he was expected to date, her chubby cheeks and thighs, his thick frame and hips did not look bad but surely were not the great thing, and after knowing him for a year and not notice any type of attraction from his part she resigned to being the cute friend, nothing more. But all this time he was controlling himself?

But truth be told, he was going feral for her. He was trying all days his best to not fuck her in every place of that bar; it was his so he could throw everyone out and do whatever he wanted of her in each and every room, sit and table but he didn't. He didn't because he was not only locking at her with lust and desire. It was true that he did at first when they first met, but who could blame him? Those thick hips moving to the rhythm of the music, that ass bouncing to the beat and that sexy waist that was begging to be grabbed. But after meeting her, he learned with each conversation they had that she was a wonderful person, she was sweet and caring and someone who deserved real love. Not just a fuck-toy. So after a year of knowing each other he decided that you were going to be his bride. His only love and he was dead serious about it. So he decided to take it slow, each date at the bar ended up in him reaffirming his statement. And he was planning on confessing soon, with the whole deal, roses a date under the stars in a private yate until he found her there in the bar, flirting with other asshole at their spot. He knew that there was a misunderstanding, and that he maybe should told her sooner but, at the time being he was enjoying every moment of the punishment, and he was going to make it last.

—B-Bucky…w-what are you doing? —She stuttered a bit, feeling the cold door of the car beneath her and the warmth of Bucky’s body over her, his metal hand ever so slightly caressing the skin of her thigh and threatening with go upwards to her soaked panties— Mnhg…Bucky not here…

—Why not my dear, no one is going to see us and besides that…—He moved his fingers up to her lacey underwear and touched right over her clothed clit, making pressure and feeling how wet her underwear was just by this little playing between them— Your body seems to be enjoying the attention it, and I know for a fact that you feel it…—He pulled down her panties with such care while kissing the back of her neck down the exposed skin of her neck— This are coming with me…—He tugged them inside of his pocket and winked at her, while she was looking through their reflection on the window of the car — And now beautiful, you are going to let me eat as much as I want of this gorgeous pussy but…you cannot come until I told you so, we agree on that?...

Before receiving an answer, he kneeled behind her and begging to devouring her as a depredator devours his prey, he was unleashed like a savage beast down her core, wet and sloppy kisses directly to her clit, his tongue playing with her desperate hole pocking it without entering and drawing circles around it, just to move up to her clit to mess with it again. This, over and over again. She was trying her best to keep it quiet but it was too much, the way that he kept pressure with one hand on her back pushing her towards the car and keeping her there while with the other he was pinching her nipples under her bra, all of this while giving her the best oral sex of her life. She was close to the edge, he couldn’t keep it quiet anymore and tried to move her hips away from his hungry mouth. Only to be held against his face.

—Oh my dear за́йка…you taste delicious; I’m going to become an addict to your flavor —He left her nipple and kept one of his fingers tracing circles around your throbbing hole. — You want this my sweet little disobedient girl? You want me to fuck you with my fingers like the dirty little girl you are?

—Please bucky…please I…I want to come, I need to….—She tried her best to articulate a coherent phrase, but her senses and mind went on overload with the amount of pleasure that she was feeling, each filthy rotten word that he said to her ear was like a knife to her core, she wanted more of that, her hips rocking almost for instinct

—Oh my dear…look at you... —He pushed two fingers inside of her, slowly moving them inside looking for the special part that was going to make you lose every piece of conscience that you had until that point— So wet and tight for me little doll…look at this gorgeous pussy eating my fingers, do you like that little bunny? Do you like being fingerfucked outside a bar like the dirty slut that you are? —He moved his fingers deeper inside, making her moan and gasp every time he push them. The way he was talking, his fingers inside of her, the possibility of being caught outside the bar, everything was too much for her brain who started to collapse and surrender to pleasure

—Mnhg oh fuck! Bucky! Please! Keep moving …mnghfuck! —She was blabbering an intelligible mess while he kept fucking her with his fingers stopping for a moment to feel her walls clenching begging for more and returning to his pace soon after. She felt so close to her orgasm, so close to making a mess outside a freaking bar.

—What’s wrong dear bunny…you cannot talk? Come on, use your big girl words…the same ones that you were using to scream at me that I was an asshole and to go fuck myself…—He kept going, he sucked at her clit while moving his fingers at the rhythm of the techno that sounded from inside the bar, keeping at steady pace but going as deep as he could with his fingers. He incorporated and let his free hand traveled to her throat and squeeze it, not to hard but still noticeable by her gasps — Look at you, a complete mess…do you see yourself…look right there —He pointed one of the lateral mirrors of the car, in which she could clearly see her face contracted in pleasure, and behind her face his face, his eyes full of lust and pleasure while her mouth was open moaning and gasping his name— Look at you…keep in mind that I’m the only one who is going to make you feel like that…the only one that is going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours. Do you like how I make you feel right bunny? How could you lie tho…just look at yourself completely fucked out just by my fingers…so cute all dumbfucked by me…Are you going to come little bunny?

—Y-Yes! Oh dear…. Bucky I’m so close please don’t stop! — She moan triying to connect the words inside of her head, but that was the only coherent phrase that she could pull out of it. She was a complete mess under his fingers, she was so close to her smashing orgasm that she was rocking her hips on his fingers just to feel them more…

Until he stopped, all of the sudden. He moved backwards and looked at her, a total mess, wet and dripping, no panties and all trembling leaning on his car. She looked at him disoriented, and he flashed her the most sinful smile that she had ever seen on him

—I told you little bunny…this was a punishment, not a reward…now, you are going to get on my car, we are going to my loft and then…only then I will deliberate if you deserve to come…—He smiled at her, pulling her skirt down again and grabbing her closer for a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue—

—I cannot believe you….—He pulled her closer again and kissed once more, but more softly this time, in a more lovable way.

—Don’t look at me like that, bad girls deserve punishment…but don’t worry —He opened the door of the car for her while looking directly at her eyes— After this punishment you are going to feel me for weeks.

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caylusromanoff · 3 years ago

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So this is a part 2 of the story I just sent.

Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader Smut

It takes place 1 year later and starts with all the avengers at the table eating breakfast and taking but Natasha is riding the male reader cock while they all eat, nobody cares because that's how the reader and nat always have sex and they just continue talking while they fuck you can write out what they say suddenly Natasha squirts across the table moaning loudly and male reader says he has to cum so he stands up and cums all over Natasha food and she sits down and eats it. This part can be short because this is the beginning. Then later that night Steve gets a knock on his bedroom door when he opens it he sees them standing there naked and male reader asks if he can fuck Natasha is his room while he watches and he says yes (Steve loved to watch) so they get on the bed and fuck while Steve sits at the end of the bed watching during this fuck she squirts 4 times moaning loudly can you please include dirty talk in the smut when the male reader cums he cums on her face again and she falls asleep afterward and Steve and the reader sit up and just talk. Can you make the smut long please. Sorry I'm asking for a lot I like long stories

Part 1 here

It had been a year since you first lost your virginity to your now fiance Natasha in the company of the rest of the team. And it had become a somewhat of a reoccurring thing to happen. With Bucky and Steve often putting on a show for the group after coming out about their relationship. And Wanda taking to masturbating in the lounge aswell as sleeping with carol when she's back on earth.

It was currently around eleven thirty in the morning and you were sat in the kitchen with the rest of the team eating breakfast. You were reading emails on your phone and sipping on your coffee as Natasha was sat slowly grinding on your hard cock. You had been sat like that for the last hour before everyone even arrived. Natasha loved to cockwarm you and you had absolutely no issues letting her do so.

When Natasha had finished her coffee she cranes her neck around so she can see your face and you smile, placing a gentle passionate kiss on her lips and then her nose. "daddy?" She whispers into your ear and you smile. Rubbing her tummy and humming for her to continue.

"I want to ride you daddy. Please. Please let me use your cock. I'll be a good girl for you I promise" you giggle and kiss her neck. Biting it playfully. You caught Wanda and Steve watching from the other side of the table and send them both a wink before whispering back to Natasha.

"your always daddy's good girl baby. Your okay. I've got you. You can fuck me if you want to. You know your rules detka" you whisper all the while soothingly rubbing her tummy. You had a feeling this slight insecurity stemmed from the day before. Natasha had been a brat all day the day before. And not in a tolerable way. You were usually seen as a soft Dom when it came to Natasha. But sometimes you had to step up as a stricter Dom and remind Natasha of her place.

"I know your sorry about yesterday detka. But remember what daddy told you this morning. That was yesterday. All is forgiven now. The only rule that applies now is that you ask before cumming. Okay?" She nods and whispers a yes daddy into your neck before turning back around and smirking at Steve and Tony before starting to slowly bounce up and down on your cock.

You let out a low moan into her ear at the first full thrust back into you as you finally bottom out inside her. "Fuck" you whisper into her ear and suck on the shell of it before placing one hand on her hip. The other still scrolling through your phone.

Natasha gradually started to speed up with her thrusts against you and you place your phone down onto the island and grab both of her hips thrusting up to meet her own. You could see a slight wet patch on your grey sweats that were pushed down to your thighs and you smirk. Knowing this was all for you.

Wanda walks back into the dining room with everyone's meals floating behind her and smirks. Almost letting out a moan of her own. Natasha catches your eyes again and leans in to whisper "daddy please can I kiss Wanda? I'm almost ready to cum. It'll feel so good daddy" you giggle and gently slap her ass before giving her a kiss of your own.

"go ahead detka. Thank you for asking. Give daddy a show" you grunt out at the feeling of her walls clenching around you. You knew you wouldn't last much longer and you were praying she wouldn't either.

Natasha gestures Wanda over to her and the younger redhead smiles. When Natasha grabs her hand and Wanda obviously heard her thoughts. Looking over at you for permission to which you simply nod with a smile.

Bringing Wanda into a kiss you moan at the sight. Trying not to cum just at the sight. After about two minutes of the two making out Natasha pulls back. The loudest moan yet leaving her mouth. "D-daddy i-i" you smile at her inability to talk and kiss her bare shoulder.

"cum for us babygirl. Give us a show. Cum for daddy" you grunt into her ear and cum does. Pushing your cock out of her she brings her hips upwards. Her feet on your thighs and cums across the table. Tony cheers as she squirts all over the table and over Steve and Bucky. They both smirk and Bucky licks his hand clean before going to get a towel.

"stand up baby. I'm gonna cum" you grunt and she jumps up quickly. She drops to her knees quicker than anyone thought possible. However you jack yourself off over her breakfast before letting out a loud moan. You cum over her food before turning to her and pushing your cock past her lips.

Once she's finished cleaning you up, you wrap her up in a blanket and pull up your sweats. Natasha taking a seat back on your lap and eating her breakfast. Humming in delight at the little extra touch to her food.

Later on that night Tony, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Thor and Wanda were all away on a mission. Bruce was out god knows where and Yelena was on a date with Kate. You had just gotten back from the store, getting Natasha a couple of things she wanted. You were sipping on an ice coffee as you walked into the room and almost chocked on it.

Natasha was sat on the end of the bed. Legs crossed and nothing but a submissive look in her eyes. "Hi baby. Where did your clothes go? You giggle and walk over to her. Handing her one of the ice coffees.

"hi daddy. Thank you" she replies and you know she's in the deepest of her submissive headspace.

"what's going on baby? You feeling small?" She lets out an eager not and climbs into your lap once you sit against the headboard. You giggle and kiss her nose. "Daddy's little princess huh?" You ask and she giggles. Letting out the most adorable squeal.

"daddy's" she says and you nod. Rubbing her back as she rests her head against your chest. You both lay like that for about fifteen minutes. You helping nat drink her coffee and watching some show she loves on the TV. Wrapped up in her favourite emerald green blanket. After all, it was daddy's favourite colour.

You and Natasha had had a conversation the week before. She had confessed that she was struggling a little with her headspace. She explained that she feels as though she may be a little aswell as a submissive. You had both agreed to just take it slow and see where it can lead you both.

After about an hour Natasha leans her head up and looks up into your eyes smiling wide. "Hi daddy" she husks and you smile, leaning up to kiss her nose.

"hi babygirl. You okay?" You ask and she nods. The same submissive look in her eyes and she bites her lip. Moving to sit up on your hips and you smile. Shuffling to lean against the headboard. "Can I have kisses daddy?" She whispers and you almost coo.

"of course you can little one. Come and get them" you say softly and she almost throws herself at you. Pressing your lips together. You move your hands up to caress both of her cheeks. She tilts her head to the side inviting you to deepens the kiss and you comply. Running your tongue over her bottom lip before pushing it onto her mouth.

You swallow the moan she lets out and grunt into her mouth when she starts to suckle on your tongue. She starts to whimper and squirm on your lap and you pull away. Pecking her lips a couple times and frowning when you pull away and see tears in her eyes. "Baby? What's wrong?" You say in a loving voice and she whimpers again.

"wet daddy. It's hurting" you frown and gently lay her down on her back. Spreading her legs and having a look at her pussy to see if something's wrong. You smile when you see her almost dripping and her clit slightly throbbing.

"oh babygirl. You need to cum huh?" You tease and she nods frantically. You run your thumb in gently circles over her clit and her mouth falls open. Cute little moans leaving as her chest heaves. "Yes daddy! Right there" she almost screams and you smirk. Leaning down and gently suckling the twitching bud into your mouth. "Ah! Daddy! You feel so good daddy. Fuck!" She squeals and you moan into her core. Sending a harsh spank to her thigh.

"watch your mouth babygirl. Little ones don't swear" she nods and whispers an apology before you dive back into her and suckle hard on her clit. It doesn't take long at all before the telltale signs of her orgasm approach and she's almost fucking your face at this point.

"daddy! Please. Please let me cum. Daddy" she whines without taking a breath and you giggle. Feeling sorry for you little one below you.

"okay baby. Calm down for me. You can cum whenever your ready okay?" You reply and she nods. Moaning out a thank you before rutting her hips into your mouth again. It only takes two strokes of your tongue before she cumming all over your face. Swuirting into your mouth and all over the bed sheets and your shirt.

You chuckle, helping her to ride out her orgasm before standing up and removing your clothes. Your hard cock springing free and Natasha hungrily reaches for it. Stroking it a couple times. "Daddy? Can I have more cums please?" You smile at her wording for it and nod.

"you can cum as many times as you like tonight babygirl. You don't have to ask anymore tonight" she nods once again and kisses you gently. But just as she's about to take your cock into her mouth there's a knock at the door. She groans out loud and you let out a laugh. Before kissing her and heading over to the door.

Opening it you discover Steve standing on the other side. A visible boner in his pyjama bottoms and no shirt. "Hi y/n. Sorry to interrupt you both but uh. I heard nat when I got out of the shower. And with Bucky being gone I'm really uh you know? Hard. And uh. I w-was wondering if I you know? C-could watch?" He asks as nervous as always. You chuckle and look over to nat. Who was kneeling on the bed and nodding furiously.

"of course you can. Come in. Have a seat." You step aside to Steve can walk into the room and he nervously chuckles when Natasha spots him and opens her arms wide for him to hug her. When he pulls away she points to her lips and smiles. "Daddy? Can I have Stevie kisses please?" You can't help the smile that over takes your face and you see Steve with the same issue.

"of course you can babygirl. Go ahead" you nod at Steve and he smiles. Leaning down to bring the sub into a gentle kiss. They pull away after a couple minutes and you smile. Taking your hand off your cock and watching as Steve pulls the chair to the side of the bed. You join Natasha in the middle of the bed and she's quick to bounce on her knees excited. You lean in and give her a passionate kiss. Suckling on her bottom lip as you pull away causing her to let out a moan and rub her thighs together.

You place one last kiss to her forehead before gently lowering her head down so she can suck your cock before you fuck her. You smirk at Steve as he stands and tugs down his pyjama bottoms and sits back down grabbing onto his cock. Slowly jerking himself off at the sight.

"как насчет того, чтобы позволить Стиву кончить тебе в рот, детка?" (How about letting Steve come in your mouth baby?) You ask in her native language just incase she says no as not to embarrass Steve. She lets out a loud moan against your cock, nodding her head frantically. Steve cocks his head to the side in confusion and you giggle.

"little ones got a suprise for you later buddy" you smirk his way at his confusion and grunt as Natasha pushes all the way down onto your cock. Gagging before pulling back and gasping for a breath. You bring her up by her chin and kiss her hard before pushing her down onto the bed. She lets out a squeal. Her arms automatically coming up over her head and gripping onto the headboard.

You lean down and kiss her again. Running your fingers through her slit to make sure she's wet enough to take your cock. When you find that she's more than wet enough you line your cock up with her entrance and slowly push inside. Natasha admitted once to doing some exercise thing she found on the internet to keep her tight. And you could definitely tell she's been doing them since this morning. You push all the way inside and lean down resting your head in her neck and giving her time to adjust.

"fuck babygirl. Your so tight" you moan into her ear. Causing Natasha to moan into your own and wrap her arms around your back holding you close.

"Ah daddy. Your so big" she moans quietly and you breathe heavily. Looking over at Steve when you hear him moan himself and smile. You felt bad that Bucky had been gone on a mission for a while and Steve had nothing to sink his own cock into. But you had made it clear that even though you did have a voyeurism kink, you would never let any of the others touch natasha. She was yours and yours only.

"daddy I'm ready" a quiet whimper pulls you out of your thoughts and you look down at her smiling and giving her a little kiss. "Alright detka. Remember your safe word and colours okay?" You ask and she nods with a yes daddy before you push yourself up on your hands and slowly start to thrust yourself into her.

You lean down so your mouths are almost touching before speeding up and fucking her harder. Her moans falling into your own mouth before you move and press delicate kissed over her chest, suckling each nipple as you go along. You loved her when she was like this. Her moans soft and gently against your ear.

She turns her head to the side and holds out a hand and you almost tear up at the gesture of her wanting to hold Steves hand so he doesn't feel left out. He reached out to her with the hand that wasn't stroking his cock and laces their fingers together. You speed up your thrusts but keep them at the same hardness not wanting to hurt her.

The bed creaks below you and the headboard slightly hits against the wall. Causing Steve and Natasha to moan in sink. The four of you had decided to get rooms next to eachother and place your beds against the same wall so it was easier to hear when each couple were fucking and even sometimes join in.

Feeling Natasha's walls tighten around you, you look down at her and see her eyes screwed shut and her mouth hanging open in a silent scream. You lean down and kiss along her throat and jaw until you get to her ear "come for daddy baby. Show Stevie what you can do" you whisper and she almost screams as she cums for the first time. Pushing your cock out as she squirts all over your legs and the bed once again. You moan as your pushed out and lean down, suckling her clit into your mouth to help her ride out her orgasm.

"good girl" you praise and she moans before leaning up to kiss you. You moan into her mouth before grabbing her hips and flipping her over onto her stomach. Her adorable squeals fill the air and she giggles. Shaking her ass for you in a teasing way. You bite your lip and bring your hand down onto her right cheek. The slap and a moan filling the air. You look over at Steve and nod your head to her left ass cheek. He looks at you unsure but all you do is nod and smile reassuringly.

He leans over and lands his own smack to her left cheek and Natasha let's out a moan just as loud as the last. You pull her ass up into the air as you push her shoulders down, pushing her face into the bed as you push yourself back into her. Letting out a gutteral moan as you fill her to the hilt. You take less time for adjusting and grab both of her hips.

Thrusting into her harder and faster than before you knew it wouldn't be long until the both of you were cumming once again. You lean forward, both of your hands pushing down on her lower back causing her ass to arch up more. This was your favourite position to fuck her in. Being able to reach the deepest you could.

"daddy! Ahhh" she screams into the air and you moan with her. You spank her ass hard before speeding up your thrusts again. You go as fast as you can for around twenty seconds before slowing to almost a complete stop. Not wanting to cum yet and ruin the fun. You glance over at Steve noticing his hand moving faster now and his other falling from Natasha's to play with his balls.

Starting up again you focus on thrusting into the redhead harder rather than faster and lean forward to rub her clit in fast circles. Natasha screams into the pillows below her as she starts to shake. Orgasmic tremors taking over her body as she squirts once again. You moan and fuck into her faster. Chasing your own high now.

"that's a good girl. That's a good fucking girl" you growl as you pull her hips into your own. The sounds of your skin slapping together and yours and Natasha's moans filling the air.

You let out the loudest moan Steve has heard you do as your hips still. Cumming inside of Natasha. You hold still making sure to fill her to the brim as Steve starts moaning himself. You tap Natasha's ass and she understands. Turning her face to Steve and opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue.

"a-are you sure?" You smirk and nod at him.

"go ahead buddy. She loves swallowing cum. Only you though" you send him a playful wink and he stands up and slowly pushes his cock into her mouth. You knew you had the biggest cock out of all of the guys so you weren't suprised like Steve when she took all of him and didn't gag.

Steve starts to moan again and gently thrust into her mouth before completely falling apart. His hips stuttering and abs tightening as his thighs shake and your left wondering how long it had been since bed cum. probably since Bucky left.

"thank you Stevie. Thank you daddy" you both smile and you gently pull out telling her she's welcome. Steve pulls his trousers back up and leans down. Kissing nat before letting your shoulder and thanking you before heading back to his room. You smile like a teenage boy and gently pick Natasha up. "Alright love bug. Time for a bath and then bed."

You both have a relaxing bath together and then fall into the bed. Natasha cuddling into your chest and watching the show on TV. After today you couldn't wait for the others to come back.

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Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 4

Warning: swearing, angst & fluff

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When Y/N ran into Terri Sunday night, Terri started to ask about her date but stopped when she saw her face blotchy and eyes red from crying.

Terri bristled "What did he do? I swear I'll kill him."

Y/N shook her head "It was me. He asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes but after I got home my brain started and I freaked. Spoke to him earlier and told him I like him and want to keep seeing him but I'm not ready to commit.

Terri, he sounded so sad and I feel awful. I've never been treated so well and I'm afraid he's too good to be true. I fucked it up all by myself" she broke into tears. "I tried to call him but it went straight to voicemail."

Terri hugged her "Oh, honey what am I going to do with you? You have to stop letting your mind run away with you like that. You are just as deserving of love as anyone else, more than some. Send him a text telling him you're sorry for freaking out and would like to talk to him when he's up for it. And take a mental health day tomorrow, we'll eat junk and watch sappy movies. I'll make you those on the rocks margaritas like your mom taught me"

"I miss her so much. I still can't believe she died and I wasn't here to take care of her."

Terri rubbed her back. "I know, I know but you still have me." She snickered "I could call aunt Kathy if you want"

Y/N pulled away and gave Terri a dirty look "Don't even joke about that. She thinks the only way to mend a broken heart is to get laid by at least a dozen people. I'm just not like that. Besides she's in Florida and I don't want to give her any excuses to come up here.

The next afternoon, Bucky was guzzling tequila for the second day in a row, wishing he knew how to get in touch with Thor when his doorbell rang. He grumbled as he got up and answered it.

"Sam, what are you doing here? I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone." He left the door open and sat back on the floor.

Sam looked around "Dude! What is that smell? How much have you had to drink?"

"Not enough, I'm still sober"

Sam shook his head "I'm here to check on you because you were supposed to pick me up from the airport. And why the Hell are you trying to get drunk? Wasn't your big date the other night." Sam paused

"Shit, was it bad? What happened?"

Bucky sighed "I'm sorry, I forgot. The date was perfect, at least I thought it was. She said she would be my girl and we had a really good time."

Sam nodded "Ok that all sounds good so what's the problem?"

Bucky teared up a little "I called her yesterday afternoon, just to see how she was and she changed her mind."

Sam looked confused "What do you mean she changed her mind?"

"She said she isn't ready for a commitment yet. Insisted it was her, not me, and that she still likes me and wants to see me but. Fuck! I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out what I did wrong. I thought it went really well. I thought she might be my person."

Sam thought for a minute "Didn't you say she has self esteem issues? Because of guys she's dated and because Terri always gets all the attention when they go out, right? Maybe she's like you and got caught up in her own head. Like thinking it's all too good to be true, you know."

Bucky nodded "I mean yeah but I tried to be perfect. Do and say all the right things"

"Exactly. You're this good looking, superhero with greatest generation manners. For someone who has been treated badly or taken for granted that would seem too good. Maybe give her a couple of days and call her, see if she wants to go out again."

"She tried to call me last night but I didn't answer. I want to talk to her but I'm scared." Bucky shook his head "What if she says no and tells me to leave her alone?"

Sam chuckled "From what you've told me I doubt it but if she did then at least you would know. Come on, take a shower and I'll buy you dinner."

"Thanks Sam but I'm not up for going out"

"We don't have to go anywhere, I can order in but I'm not staying here unless you wash your ass. You reek" Sam held his nose for emphasis.

"Fine. I'm not really hungry but we can hang out for awhile. Lemme go shower." Bucky said despondently

Meanwhile Terri and Y/N were half drunk, eating chocolate like it had divine healing properties and laughing at A Fish Called Wanda.

"What would I do without Monty Python and everyone involved?" Y/N asked "Those guys always make me laugh."

Terri pouted "Yeah, I still can't get into British humor but this movie is pretty funny. Kevin Kline is so perfect in this.'Asshole!!'"

Y/N looked at her with a gleam in her eye. "Let's see if BBC America has some Benny Hill when this is over."

Terri shook her head "Oh come on. Let's watch The Notebook next"

"No, no, no. I refuse to watch such emotionally manipulative tripe."

Terri scowled at her "How do you know its tripe if you've never seen it? It's really good. And you like Beaches, it's pretty manipulative."

"Not the same. It's about best friends not pining after some guy. Besides I saw Beaches with my mom before I was old enough to know better. Plus, Bette Midler is a BadAss and one of my heroes. She gives zero fucks about what others think of her. Like Pink. I wish I could be like that."

Terri rolled her eyes "Fine but no Benny Hill, he was just a dog. How about the Mummy movies? Brendan Frasier is always fun to watch."

Y/N thought for a minute "This compromise is acceptable to me as long as you don't want to watch the last one where they recast Evy. That lady had no chemistry with Brendan at all.

Do you think I should send Bucky another text? He never responded to the one I sent last night or when I tried to call him. Maybe that's his answer and I blew it before it even really started. Maybe I'm going to be alone forever. Maybe-"

Terri cut her off "Didn't I tell you we aren't doing that? I said give him a couple of days. It's been one day. I'm sure with his history he's had challenges dating in the future. Remember you told me he was sure you would walk away because he was the Winter Soldier? He might be struggling too and not ready to talk.

Honestly, the more I think about it the more I'm convinced that you two are meant to be. He'll call, by the end of the week. Just you wait."

By Thursday Bucky and Y/N were both antsy waiting to hear from the other. Bucky had helped Sam on a mission in Texas, some militia with weapons they definitely shouldn't have been able to get a hold of, for a couple of days but got home around dinner time. Working had helped keep his mind off of Y/N but coming home to his empty apartment brought it all back. He checked his phone and read her last message again. Fuck it he thought, I'll just call her.

Terri and Y/N were eating dinner when her phone rang. She saw it was Bucky and grinned, then froze. "It's James. What do I say to him?"

Terri looked at her "Maybe start with Hi. Before he gives up, don't just stare at the phone"

Y/N dropped her phone trying to answer and it went to voicemail before she could answer it "Jesus, I'm shaking too much. I can't do this, Terri."

"Nope, you absolutely can. Call him back!" Terri insisted

"What if he's calling to tell me he changed his mind? What if he thinks I'm too much?"

"No! You're doing it again. Call. Him. Back. Right now. I'll give you some privacy but I better hear you talking to him or I'll have to do something drastic." Terri got up and went to her room

Y/N took a drink, tried to calm her breathing and called. She almost started crying when it went to voicemail and jumped when it started ringing again.

"Hello? James are you there?"

"Hey, Y/N. How are you?"

She tried to answer but couldn't make any sound come out. What finally came out was a squeak and then a sob. She still couldn't form words.

"Y/N? Are you ok? Are you still there? You're scaring me, doll. Please say something" Bucky pleaded.

She finally spit out "I'm sorry, I don't mean to get so emotional. I was worried when I didn't hear from you. I'm sorry about what I said. Sometimes I get caught up in my head and act stupid. I'm kind of a mess."

Bucky smiled "It's ok. I totally understand, that's a bad habit of mine too. I just got home from a thing with Sam, and I was away the last couple of days. How is your week going?"

She tried to calm her breathing "Pretty unexciting. Terri and I hung out and watched movies on Monday and the rest has been work.

Would you like to-"

"Do you want to-"

They both laughed "You first, doll."

"I was wondering if you wanted to get together this weekend."

Bucky laughed "That's what I was going to ask."

"I'll take that as a yes" she smiled

"Definitely a yes. When are you available?"

She thought for a moment "I dont have anything planned this weekend besides the usual housework and errands. Terri is going out of town so, you could come over here for dinner on Saturday. I'm not a great cook but make a mean spaghetti. And I can bake up a storm. I'll make my grandma's pound cake."

Bucky smiled "That sounds wonderful. What time should I be there?"

"Late afternoon? Early evening? Anytime after 3pm should be fine. I should be able to get my housework done and go to the store before that."

@lokisasgardianvampirequeen

"Then its a date. I'll see you Saturday doll."

Chapter 5

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #low expectations #angst #angst with a happy ending

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thebaddymanmp3 · 4 years ago

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this will probably make a lot of people angry because misinterpreting critical thoughts from fans of color about mcu media is like a pastime here, and a bunch of other blogs have already said this in way more articulate and comprehensive ways than I ever could, but I have absolutely reached my limit scrolling through the tfatws tags on this website. literally stop treating sam like he’s the side character of his own show. he’s the first half of the fucking title for gods sake.

sam is not simply the show’s vehicle for storylines about race (and neither is sarah, for that matter), or the quippy black best friend/caretaker for the white characters; roles the fandom loves pigeonholing him into. his plot lines are not “boring” or “unrelatable and lacking depth” compared to bucky’s, y’all just refuse to wrap your heads around trauma that isn’t being experienced by a white character. the conflict revolving around the shield is a clear connection to sam’s complicated relationship with patriotic iconography as a black man in america, which white stans can’t seem to understand unless it’s delivered to them on a silver platter. this internal conflict that sam experiences is very much integral to the narrative and his development towards taking on the cap mantle. bucky working through his past as the winter soldier is also incredibly important to his character development and to the storyline, but many of you don’t want to recognize that the show hasn’t been giving sam the liberty to expressively work through these issues on screen like it’s given bucky and his trauma.

sam has had a really fascinating, complex background since catws that is finally being explored without the shadow of steve to completely fall over him. and yet, sam’s (and tfatws’s) tag is full of people calling him selfish and unreasonable for giving up the shield, trying to sparse out stucky references from completely unrelated, sam-centric scenes, excusing bucky’s out of pocket behavior towards sam in instances where he’s facing racism, stanning zemo because he has minimal awareness of what sam’s going through, or completely disregarding sam as a nuanced character in favor of woobifying bucky to an alarming degree. sometimes the racism is so blatant and on display that it’s mindboggling, and it’s not always sam related (I’ll never forget that one post that called isaiah bradley “scary” and “aggressive” for being angry while he talked about the torture that the us government inflicted on him).

fans of color are not “stirring up drama” or “creating discourse” when we call for more sam centric content in his own tumblr tags, for a show where he is one of the main characters, or when we call people out for making ignorant posts/not paying attention to the serious themes. we were begging people to lift sam up more before the show started airing, and this sidelining is still happening. find it within yourself to focus on anything other than your white faves for five minutes at a time. you will not be caught out here claiming that sam wilson is not as interesting of a character to excuse your continued refusal to understand him and the issues that he’s facing, or I will take a bat to your fucking kneecaps. that’s all.

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #antiblackness #fandom racism #long post #i feel like being violent so let’s talk about it #i have spent too much time sifting through the brainless takes and relentless bucky stannage in sam’s tags #and i’m about to start swinging #white fans who are SHIPPING zemo and bucky? die by my hand immediately

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abarbaricyalp · 2 years ago

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Malfunctions

(Kind of written for @samtember2022 prompt: cap's suit but kind of got focused on not Sam. Listen you can't describe how hot Sam is from his own pov)

(Nico is an OC and the narrative lens of a series of mine called The Intern Files who works in the reports division of shield/sword, particularly with Sam and Bucky)

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"Wait, wait, wait," Nico interrupted, waving his hand and pen around to cut through the bickering that had erupted in his half office. "How did you shoot yourself in the foot?"

Bucky glared at him and, though the expression still made him pause, Nico had seen it often enough not to be too threatened. "The gun discharged accidentally."

"It's not the only thing that did," Joaquin snickered, which made Nico's cheeks warm. When Joaquin glanced over and grinned, Nico lost all cognitive abilities.

It was fine because Bucky and Joaquin began sniping at each other again. Nico kind of hated missions that meant the heroes ended up crowded around his desk. He didn't mind working with one at a time, but all three? Absolutely not. Even Hattie had vacated her side of the office and she never turned down the chance to stare at Bucky.

"I just don't understand how Bucky Barnes, of all people, accidentally shoots himself in the foot," Nico insisted.

"I was distracted. Sam's suit suffered a malfunction and he was left vulnerable."

Nico had been reading Bucky's reports and dealing with his spoken testimonies to notice when he referred to Sam as Sam or as Cap. The difference was often how scared he'd been in the moment. Whether he made the decision as a superhero partner or a partner partner.

But Bucky didn't seem scared now. And the way Joaquin--who was almost just as obsessed with Sam as Bucky was--kept snickering made Nico think it hadn't been a serious issue.

"You were fighting...carnival themed bad guys," Nico read from Sam's report.

"Strongmen, a lion tamer sans lion, even a mime," Joaquin added.

"Don't forget the guy in the cannon," Sam said tiredly.

"Yeah, but I caught him the third time he did that." Joaquin turned to grin at Nico. "Let me say, he was not expecting that midair."

Bucky knocked the back of his hand against Joaquin’s chest. "It was an accident. Are you gonna sign off or not?"

Nico had never considered this role to be particularly powerful. When he'd first started working for SHIELD, or SWORD or whatever they were now, he could barely get Barnes to turn in his reports within six months of a mission. Apparently though new procedures had been enacted that required a second party to genuinely read and corroborate multi-hero reports. Basically making sure everyone turned in their reports and they all matched.

Apparently someone had stolen reports to hide some kind of damming or embarrassing story. Wonder who that was, Bucky Barnes.

"There's no way they're going to not want an explanation," Nico sighed. "And you definitely won't get medical time off without getting some proof you didn't do it on purpose."

"I did not shoot myself in the foot on purpose," Bucky growled. "I'm not staying around for this. I turned in your stupid paper work. I'm going to sleep."

"Buck," Sam called, trotting after him. It was amazing how quickly Barnes could move, even with a hole in his foot.

Joaquin took up a perch on the back of the second chair in Nico's office. Nico did his best not to stare.

"Cards on the table?" the Falcon offered with a charmingly mischievous raised eyebrow and grin. "Here's what really happened."

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Joaquin completed another backwards flip in the air--ostensibly to avoid bullets (or whatever was passing for bullets right now. Hard peanuts?) but mostly because it was fun and he was kind of bored.

"Torres, I swear to God, if you don't focus I'm gonna yank you back to the ground myself," Barnes threatened in his ear. Joaquin liked being in the air. He didn't have to listen to Barnes very often. Sam usually gave him a pass.

"He's right, kid," Sam answered, ruining hope. "We gotta be on our toes here."

That was easier said for the guys doing hand-to-hand. All the action was down there. For a carnival themed group of bad guys, there was a noticeable lack of trapeze artists to give Joaquin something to work with in the air. He'd offered to keep his eyes peeled for a lion or elephants, but there were none to be found. He'd taken care of the guy shooting himself out of a cannon to move around a while ago and nothing else had taken to the skies.

"Falcon!" Sam called and Joaquin tucked the wings to plummet down to the ground, opening them at the last possible moment so he landed instead of crashing.

"What's up, Cap?" he asked but couldn't wait for an answer because he was suddenly caught up in a scuffle with a clown. "Man, I hope that's just runny face paint and not blood," he said with a scrunch of his nose. He tried to land punches away from the red stains dripping against the white paint of the clown's face.

He thought the fight was going fairly well. The clown was remarkably resilient and he was obviously trained. Fast and creative in his attacks. Joaquin wondered if that was part of clown school. And what was the order of this group? Clowns who became bad guys or bad guys who decided on this shtick?

"Hey, did you guys--" The words were knocked out of him when the clown suddenly smashed the heel of hand against the base of Joaquin's sternum once, twice, three times.

"Ow, ow, ow," Joaquin managed to gasp out before all the air in his lungs vacated and didn't come back. He stumbled back until his knees went out and he hit the ground harder than he was expecting. He could feel himself gasping for air, felt the dry hay on the ground fluttering around his mouth but never quite doing anything more.

He tried to call for Sam but his tongue was being about as responsive as his lungs. He could practically feel Sam's name in his mouth but he just couldn't make it real. He made a mental note that, if he survived this, he was definitely figuring out some way to send a distress signal through touch with the comms.

And then familiar boots touched down in front of him, pivoted from the fight to check in on Joaquin and then turned back before Joaquin could even look up at him. He knew better than to grab for Sam's ankle, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, he let the hands on his shoulders turn him over and found himself staring at Barnes' face instead. Not exactly the last image he wanted before he died, really.

"How's he looking?" Sam called, dodging punches and bullying the clown away from Joaquin and Bucky.

"I think it's just a pressue point. Nothing broken or damaged. Keep us clear," Barnes answered. He did something that was like a compression, though he was at the wrong angle for it. The muscles around Joaquin's ribs tensed, his heart stressed, and then air rushed back into his lungs. He gasped in air, choked on it, and then took in another rasping breath.

Barnes was still hovering over him, blue eyes steady and calculating. "How do you feel?" he asked. He was still doing weird half compressions and, for a second, Joaquin was scared he wasn't going to be able to breathe if he stopped.

"Wishing the trained medic was the one doing this," Joaquin coughed out. He struggled to sit up and even let Barnes help. Hopefully neither of them would think to hold it over the other's head later. "Am I gonna keep breathing?"

"For just this once, I hope so," Barnes said. He stood and then hauled Joaquin to his feet. The ground swayed under them, or maybe Joaquin's head swayed, and Barnes kept that same steady gaze on him. Apparently he passed muster, though, because it only took a few extra seconds and few landed blows from the fight next to them to convince Barnes to disengage with a rough pat on the shoulder.

Joaquin would have given himself another few seconds to breathe, but the lion-tamer-ring-leader launched himself at Joaquin and he had to jump right back into the fight. This guy was stronger than the clown had been, using brute force and his size to his advantage. But Joaquin had an advantage too and the third time the man threw himself at Joaquin, he let the wings carry him into the sky and landed a round house kick to the man's head from the new vantage point. The lion tamer sprawled on the ground, twitched a few times, and then went lax.

"Hey, nice move," Sam complimented.

Joaquin looked around for him, found him and Barnes fighting towards each other, driving the remaining circus crew towards each other. Joaquin readied a net. He could release it now and leave one or two hostiles free, or he could wait and get them all at once. He weighed the odds of anyone breaking rank and making a run for it before Sam and Barnes could corral the last few clowns and barkers together.

Barnes was fighting a strongman and had apparently lost patience because he was only pulling his punches a little bit. Even so, the man's broad body seemed to be absorbing the blows for the most part. Sam was still fighting off the clown that had taken Joaquin down--shit, Barnes really wasn't going to let him live that down--and a mime with fire. That seemed out of character, Joaquin thought.

Barnes turned--really, the strongman spun him around--and the clown suddenly lunged for Sam. Joaquin could see it play out in slow motion. Barnes, turned away, the way the blows would land against Sam's chest, the way he'd be completely vulnerable as his body seized without air, Joaquin too far away to stop it.

"Bucky!" Joaquin cried as he dove towards Sam and the clown. Even with diving in, Joaquin got there well after the three strikes landed on Sam's chest. Bucky hadn't been able to fight himself free either, until Joaquin was on the ground and Sam was clutching at his chest.

A burst of violence exploded from Bucky's fight and the strongman collapsed before Joaquin could take a step towards Sam. But that step faltered. Even the clown had stopped fighting and the mime's flame thrower was hanging limply from her hand.

Because there was Sam, his hand flat over his chest, staring wide eyed at, first, Joaquin and then Bucky, where he was fighting his way towards Sam with blind fear and rage. He must've been blind, Joaquin thought. Because Sam was fine. Breathing evenly, which Joaquin could see because his Cap suit had retracted into his wing pack, the way the something-scientific-and-secretive-technology was supposed to if he pressed the star just right. It was good for access to injuries if Sam couldn't undress himself. Or, on a few occasions, emergency showers.

"Uh... you look good, Cap," Joaquin offered weakly, trying to smile encouragingly. Sam glared at him, though it was difficult to take him very seriously when he looked like a centerfold. Seriously, who really glistened with sweat like that? It seemed as sprayed on as his briefs did.

The fight had still not resumed. Joaquin glanced around as much as he could without making a sudden moment and breaking the scene. Everyone was staring a little slack-jawed. Mostly in that way you did at the gym, where you were trying to make it seem like you weren't looking but you definitely weren't focused on your workout either. Joaquin should be glad. The current workout was destruction, so it was nice that they were taking a break. Even if it was to stare at Sam's chest.

A gun shot rang out and Sam and Joaquin looked over in time to see Barnes, who had made it to the front of the group, shift his expression from wide eyed adoration to something like incandescent rage and pain.

"Did you just shoot yourself in the foot?" a different mime asked. Also out of character. These mimes sucked. Joaquin was figuring they were bad guys with a shtick, not an evil carnival crew. He ignored the embarrassing dance Bucky was definitely not doing in favor of releasing the net across the group of carnival cosplayers. He shoved the last clown standing into the snare as well. Maybe a little roughly.

"Show's over, folks," he said, securing the net and radioing in for clean up. Even so, he snuck another glance at Sam and his broad chest and flexing arms as he tried to re-release the suit. It was a show alright.

Barnes had recovered enough to limp towards Sam and hit the button or whatever on his wing pack to release the suit again. Kind of sad, Joaquin thought. He was sure most of the audience thought. But Sam and Barnes both seemed to be fuming enough that he didn't bother to say it out loud.

What he said instead was, "Well, what do we want to say on our reports this time?"

Genuinely, Joaquin thought if there wasn't a hole in Bucky's foot, he might've attacked him. If looks could kill and all that. But then Sam laughed, loud and gasping. He clutched at Bucky's arm as he pitched to the side. Barnes' attention went to him, turning from anger to concern just like that.

"I cannot believe that happened," Sam gasped, bending at the waist to hold himself up on his knees. "Do not ever tell Bishop and Belova about this." And then a new wave of laughter took over and Joaquin found himself grinning at the other man too. He even jostled Barnes' arm to make him snort.

"I need to get to a medic," Barnes said in some attempt to stay cool. But the words only served to send Sam and Joaquin into new hysterics.

"You shot yourself 'cause you were staring at me!" Sam wheezed. "I know I look good, but baby, come on. You malfunctioned!"

"I'm injured," Barnes insisted. And Joaquin knew he only said it to keep Sam laughing. He could tell by the pleased little grin that came to his mouth when Sam did fall into a new fit.

They'd barely stopped laughing by the time other teams started showing up. But it just took a sideways glance on the jet to set everyone off again.

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Nico rubbed at the bridge of his nose and then his temples. He had never gotten headaches before working here. Joaquin was still looking at him with big brown eyes that he still wasn't used to seeing in person. "I guess the reports are technically close enough to that for me to let it slide."

Joaquin grinned and hopped off the chair. "Thanks. You know how Barnes is with words. Thinks they're still rationed."

"You three are going to be the reason for every dumb rule there is with these forms," Nico sighed.

"Hey, when I'm on my own, I'm great at these things."

"Yeah, you're a natural story teller," Nico agreed drily.

"It's easy when it comes to the greatest show on Earth," Joaquin said and his grin got even wider.

"Are you taking about the circus or Sam's chest?"

"His chest is pretty nice," Joaquin agreed. "But the real fun starts here, right?" he asked with a wink. He ambled backwards towards the door, rapping two knuckles on Nico's desk as he went. "See you next time, Nico. I'll bring a better story."

"Yeah, see you." Nico did not swoon until Joaquin was definitely out of the hallway.

#sambucky #Sam wilson #Bucky Barnes #Joaquin Torres #captain america #winter soldier #the Falcon #writing #samtember 2022

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Fandom: MCU Pairing: Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader Warnings: Sexual intercourse with a female-identifying person with a vagina + a bit of sugar daddy Zemo vibes at the end Notes: Y’all... don’t judge me. I have a power kink, and Marvel did me dirty by randomly deciding that Zemo is fifthly rich royalty. And my girl @henrysmorgan did me even dirtier by actively encouraging my attraction to this fucker. So, blame Marvel, and blame her. // This is kind of really fucking long, and I didn’t edit it much, because I wanted to get it posted before episode 4, in case that episode flips the script. So, potentially some editing issues, and slightly rushed writing. Hopefully it’s alright, but please let me know if I screwed up anywhere. // Lots and lots of TFAWS ep. 3 spoilers

When Bucky texted you to ask that you meet him in some dusty, old, abandoned-looking car garage, you certainly didn’t know what to expect. All you knew was that an old friend needed your help, so you intended to be there.

It had been a few months since you’d last seen him, and even longer since you’d participated in any sort of mission, but you suspected that was what you were walking into. Being exposed to the Mind Stone had granted you the power of telepathy, which meant that SHIELD was quite keen on persuading you to work for them. They trained you in martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, and you went on miscellaneous missions a handful of times. They put in a lot of effort to convince you that it was your moral obligation as an “enhanced individual” to help them with these missions, but you ultimately decided that that simply wasn’t the kind of life you wanted. Instead, after the Blip, you began working a desk job for SHIELD, which is when you crossed paths with Bucky, helping him with paperwork associated with his pardon, and the two of you formed a friendship. But SHIELD kept trying to coerce you to get back into the field, constantly badgering you about it and making it clear that you weren’t wanted if all you were doing was paperwork.

The truth is, you weren’t cut out to be a superhero, and you had no desire to be. It didn’t help that your entire country had been reduced to rubble several years prior, leaving you with a bottomless pit of homelessness in your heart. So, you left SHIELD, and started a life in Berlin, where you were content to live out your days as the owner of a small bakery, residing in the small apartment above your shop.

That is, until Bucky Barnes dragged you into a particularly sticky situation, with a certain Baron Helmut Zemo.

You knew that helping Bucky and Sam would throw a colossal wrench in the life you’d created for yourself in Berlin, but after they explained the situation with the super soldiers, coupled with Bucky’s puppy dog eyes, you found yourself refraining from storming out of the building the second you saw Helmut fucking Zemo.

“We need you to keep an eye on him. You don’t have to tap into his mind 24/7, we just want a heads up if he’s going to screw us over,” Bucky explained.

"Look, we really need him. We’re obviously scraping the bottom of the barrel here, otherwise he'd still be in that cell. And neither of us want to be packing a criminal around like a rich bitch's chihuahua, so we need you here to make sure we're not gonna get bit," Sam explained.

"Fine. But you both owe me," you relented, and they both took sighs of relief. You glanced at Zemo, locking eyes with him for several tense moments. He gave you a polite smile, giving off the impression that he had nothing to hide – which he didn't, as his thoughts showed his intentions were pure at the moment. "We're good for now. He just genuinely wants the opportunity to take down these new super soldiers."

Sam and Bucky nodded, visibly releasing tension from their shoulders as they moved to head out, now reassured that Zemo was truly on their side. Meanwhile, Zemo eyed you with curiosity and awe, murmuring, "Fascinating."

The four of you walked on the landing strip toward a private jet, owned by Zemo.

"So all this time you've been rich?"

"I was a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country," Zemo explained, before glancing at you with a small smile. "But you knew that already."

"Wait, how did she know that?" Sam asked, then turned to you. "How did you know that?"

"I am Sokovian myself. I was certainly not royalty, but I lived there for my entire life, until it was destroyed," you explained, stopping outside the jet as Zemo greeted the elderly butler, Oeznik, in your native language. It made you smile to yourself; it had been years since you'd heard it spoken. Zemo shot you a grin when he noticed, and when you took a peek into his mind, you saw that he understood exactly how you felt.

As the butler handed Zemo a flute of champagne after you all boarded the jet, the Baron smiled politely as Oeznik stated, “Apologies if that's a little warm. The fridge is out, but I will see if there is some good food in the galley.”

Zemo glanced as you sat across from him, then in Sokovian, Zemo told Oeznik, "Another flute for the lady, please. And if the food does not pass the smell test, give it to the gentlemen."

"It's good to have you back, sir!"

As the man retreated to the cockpit, also in Sokovian, you noted, "You are a mischievous man, even more so than in your infamously criminal ways."

"You will find that there is more to me than meets the eye, angel," he responded coolly, the Sokovian language rolling off his tongue like honey. Before you could respond, admittedly enjoying speaking Sokovian, Sam grew tired of everyone speaking a language he couldn't understand.

"Why don't you tell us about where we're going?"

After a tense exchange between Bucky and Zemo, followed by a discussion about Marvin Gaye, Zemo finally got to the point: Madripoor. You exhaled slowly, resting your forehead in your palm in exasperation.

“You couldn’t have invited me on a mission to Cancun? Or Paris? Why must it be Madripoor?” you asked Bucky, who shot you a tight-lipped, pitying smile, silently apologizing for what he was dragging you into.

“What’s up with Madripoor? You guys talk about it like it’s Skull Island.”

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

“And upon seeing it, you would see that times there haven’t changed one bit since then,” you added.

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone,” Zemo said.

You frowned as you caught a glimpse of Bucky’s thoughts as he went silent. Fear. Anxiety. Disdain. Apprehension. You reached across to rest your hand on his shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. He shot you a small smile, then looked out the window.

Upon landing in Madripoor, one of Zemo’s contacts met you on the landing strip with a new wardrobe for you, Bucky, and Sam, and Zemo explained that each outfit was per his instruction, carefully chosen to fit the role each of you would be playing in Madripoor. One by one, you took the covered clothes hanger to the bathroom of the jet and changed. Bucky was first, stepping out in some sort of leather number, looking eerily similar to the Winter Soldier you’d seen in photos. Sam was next, donning a three-piece suit of burgundy and gold. He looked sharp, although he was immediately complaining about how ostentatious it was. And finally, you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you, unzipping the covering on the hanger and revealing your “carefully chosen” outfit.

“Ich werde dir im Schlaf die Eier abreißen, Zemo!”

Bucky choked on his water and Zemo chuckled under his breath, while Sam looked between the two in confusion.

“I don’t know what she said, but she sounded pissed,” he observed, eyeing Zemo suspiciously.

“She informed me that she intends to remove my testicles in my sleep.”

“And why is that?”

“Perhaps because he’s chosen to parade me around Madripoor like a cheap whore,” you said angrily, stepping out of the bathroom with your hands on your hips, glaring at Zemo.

“That dress is by Armani Prive, and your shoes are Louboutins – far from ‘cheap.’ And you do not look like a whore, the dress is merely more revealing than what you are used to,” Zemo argued, standing and walking over to survey your outfit. He seemed to be enjoying what he saw, judging from the way his eyes raked up and down your body, but you didn’t dare check his thoughts to confirm or deny it.

If you were honest with yourself, he was right. It was a very nice dress; plum purple, matching the color of Zemo’s turtleneck, with long, fitted sleeves, all of it made of the softest silk you had ever touched. It was fitted at the top but flowy from the hips down, with a low balconette-style neckline, showing more of your chest than you were accustomed to, although you pulled it off quite nicely. It ended just above your knees, which was fine, as you sometimes wore skirts of that length. Overall, the luxury of it and the low-cut neckline ensured that you were out of your comfort zone, but you looked stunning – and expensive, despite your spite-fueled initial claim.

“I thought the color would look nice on you, and I was right. And I knew that the flow of the fabric at the bottom would allow for this,” Zemo said, his hand gingerly trailing from your waist to your thigh, where he pulled up the hem of your dress slightly to reveal the edge of the Glock strapped into your thigh holster. He smirked as his suspicion was confirmed. He knew you’d find a way to arm yourself, regardless of what you wore.

In hindsight, the way Zemo touched your side and lifted your skirt was all far more intimate than you should have allowed, and yet… you couldn’t deny the way your breath caught in your throat when he touched you, or how his close proximity made your body temperature rise, as he gazed down at you with those intense brown eyes.

Christ, you needed to get laid. Soon. Before you further entertained the idea of jumping the bones of a highly wanted criminal.

“Touch me like that again, and I will kill you where you stand,” you informed him sternly, and Zemo immediately took a step backwards, looking apologetic. From the corner of your eye, you saw both Sam and Bucky visibly relax, tension leaving their shoulders. You had read their thoughts briefly, and they were both wondering why the hell you were so calm about getting cozy with Zemo. The absolute last thing you wanted was for them to know that you were, in fact, inexplicably drawn to being that close to the Baron.

As the four of you walked along a bridge in Madripoor, Sam was quick to resume his complaining.

“We have to do something about this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”

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

“He even has a bad nickname,” Sam grumbled, then looked at the phone Zemo handed him. “Hell, he does look like me, though.”

“And who am I supposed to be?” you inquired, glancing down at your clothing to see if you could guess who you were meant to be portraying. An heiress or socialite, perhaps.

“My fiancée,” Zemo answered simply, the faintest smile on his lips.

You barked out a crude laugh, “Oh, I think not.”

“There is no one involved with Madripoor who looks like you. And it is rare that there are newcomers to the island, especially not in the place we’re going. Pretending you are someone random would raise concerns about the intentions of your presence; you would be perceived as a potential threat, which would jeopardize our mission. It is far easier to simply pretend we are engaged, I assure you.”

You hesitated a moment, before arguing, “No one will believe that we are engaged.”

Zemo pulled something from the inside pocket of his jacket, took your left hand, and slipped it onto your ring finger. It was a solitaire diamond ring; not large enough to be gaudy, but enough to catch anyone’s eye.

“They will if you play your part well,” he told you, then addressed the rest of your party when he added, “No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There is no margin for error.”

The four of you reached a sleek black car, and climbed in, you in the back between Sam and Bucky. The ride to Low Town was tense and silent, as each of you mentally prepared for what lay ahead. When you arrived, Zemo offered you his hand as you exited the car, and the pointed look in his eyes told you that it was time to begin playing your part. You took his hand, and as you began walking into the heart of Low Town, he laced his fingers with yours. As the crowd drew near, Zemo wrapped his arm around your shoulders, gloved fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your shoulder. After reading his mind, you realized that it was both for the sake of protecting you, and showing possessiveness to make it believable that you were his girl – and because he simply enjoyed having your body close, although you suspected that he’d rather you have not known that.

Despite the fact that you had been on a few missions for SHIELD, you were not exactly incapable of fear; you did not possess nerves of steel. All of the missions you’d been on were low-profile, and you were mostly just there for the sake of gathering information from those reluctant to share it. Sure, you’d been in danger before, you’d had to fight your way out of several sticky situations, but this… this was different. You were in the crime capital of the world, a lawless place filled to the brim with crooks, thieves, and murderers. More than likely, any given person around could slit your throat and never bat an eye or give you a second thought. Swallowing your own pride in the face of fear prompted you to return Zemo’s gesture, wrapping your arm around his waist and sticking close to him, which earned a smile from the man.

When you arrived at your destination, Zemo approached the bar and leaned against it confidently on one arm, the other still wrapped firmly around your shoulders.

“Hello, gentleman,” the bartender greeted, before his eyes fell on you. “Who’s your new lady friend, Baron?”

“My fiancée,” Zemo answered, then turned to you and ran his finger along your jawline, as you looked at him in adoration. “Isn’t she lovely?”

“Very,” the bartender acknowledged, then turned to Sam. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby,” Zemo responded.

The bartender made ‘Smiling Tiger’ his usual drink, which apparently consisted of… something he cut out of a snake, and dropped in a shot glass with a bit of liquor. You shared a look with Bucky before he turned away to survey the room, and when you read his thoughts, you found that you both desperately wanted to laugh out loud at Sam’s ‘short end of the stick’ situation, but didn’t want to risk everyone’s lives for the sake of a chuckle. You returned your attention to Zemo, opting to sell the whole “fiancée” thing a bit more by turning into him and tracing patterns on his chest as you gazed at him affectionately, while the bartender handed you and Zemo each a shot glass of your own – sans snake organs, thankfully. You both downed yours, while Sam understandably struggled a bit more with his, but still managed it.

A random man approached Zemo then, and as Zemo turned to face him, he protectively moved you behind him a bit.

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.”

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo countered, gesturing toward Bucky, who looked menacing as he pretended to be the Winter Soldier. “Or bring Selby for a chat.”

After a weary look in Bucky’s direction, the man walked away, and Zemo turned back around to face the bar, this time keeping you in between him in the bar, in case someone were to come up behind him – which they did a few moments later.

“Winter Soldier… attack,” Zemo commanded in Russian, as a different man came up and laid a hand on Zemo’s shoulder. With a pained look in his eye that quickly shifted to cold determination, Bucky grabbed the man’s hand with his vibranium arm, twisting it as he removed it from Zemo’s shoulder. Zemo took a step away from the bar to allow you room to turn and observe as Bucky beat the absolute shit out of various challengers. Zemo wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as he noted, “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.”

The unmistakable sound of numerous guns cocking drew your attention away from the altercation, and Zemo gently pushed you behind him as he surveyed the room to note all the weapons drawn. Sam grabbed Bucky’s bionic arm to stop him, but Zemo whispered, “Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.”

“Well done, soldier,” Zemo then said to Bucky in Russian, signaling for the ‘Winter Soldier’ to stop.

“Selby will see you now,” the bartender interjected, and Bucky released his grip on the random man’s throat.

“Thank you,” Zemo responded, walking off to find Selby, grabbing your hand to guide you, but not before you spared a sorrowful glance at Bucky as your friends followed closely behind.

As Zemo took a seat on a couch across from Selby, you sat close to him, crossing your legs gracefully as you leaned into him, your arm wrapped around his as he clasped his hands in his lap authoritatively. You watched his exchange with Selby in silence, as did Sam – and Bucky, of course, considering he was pretending to be the Winter Soldier.

“By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison,” Selby told Zemo, then smiled as she looked you up and down, before her eyes found the diamond ring. “And not engaged – to a woman far out of your league, I might add.”

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” Zemo answered calmly, then looked over at you, staring into your eyes with warmth and adoration, and you smiled lovingly at him. “My beautiful fiancée was a guard at the prison. We fell in love over the years, and she helped me escape. Anyway, I’m sure you have already figured out what I’m here for.”

The conversation went relatively smoothly after that, until Sam’s goddamn phone rang and screwed the entire operation. In the blink of an eye, Selby was shot dead, you had shot two of the guards with the gun strapped to your thigh, and Sam and Bucky had each knocked out one, before Zemo suggested sneaking out of the bar as best you could, without any weapons. You secured your gun back in its holster, not missing the way Zemo watched as you hiked your dress up to do so, before making a break for it with the three of them.

Once you were on the streets of Madripoor, bounty hunters began to come out of the woodwork, and when they began shooting at you, Zemo abruptly grabbed your hand and ran down a nearby alleyway. As you were running, the heel of your stiletto caught on a grate, and you’d have fallen flat on your face if Zemo hadn’t caught you.

“Are you alright?” he asked hurriedly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he supported you, before standing you back onto your feet. You nodded, and he glanced over your shoulder as he noticed a few men looking down the alley. “Forgive me.”

You were about to ask what he was talking about, but then Zemo abruptly grabbed you by the backs of your thighs and lifted you up, pinned you against the wall behind you, and kissed you.

The men at the end of the alleyway muttered something about “freaks who do it in public,” then their footsteps faded as they walked off, clearly thinking the two of you were some overly horny couple, not two of the people with an insane bounty on their heads. But you were barely paying them any attention, a bit preoccupied with the fact that Zemo was fucking kissing you, and much to your chagrin, you really fucking liked it.

Once there were no more voices and no more footsteps, Zemo broke the kiss and sat you down. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before you heard more gunshots, and you broke into a run in the direction Bucky and Sam had gone, desperate to find your friends, and no time to process what the hell just happened.

As soon as you caught up with them, the two bounty hunters nearby were shot dead, and the four of you turned to see Sharon Carter emerging from the shadows.

An hour later, you found yourself in her swanky home in High Town, in a change of clothes, since the brick wall Zemo had held you up against ripped the back of your silk dress. You lied to Sam and Bucky, saying that it happened because you fell while running in your heels, and thankfully, they believed you. Sharon commanded the four of you to lay low and enjoy the party, which Sam and Bucky left her living room to go do, entrusting you with ‘Zemo watch.’

It seemed as though he was merely nursing his brandy in lieu of abandoning it for the party prior to finishing it off, but his eyes were on you most of the time. You didn't necessarily believe he could be plotting to overpower you and run off, but there is always that possibility, so you delved into his mind to check.

Expecting to find thoughts of strategy about how to defeat the super soldiers or travel plans, or even plots to escape you, Bucky, and Sam, you were astounded to find nothing but thoughts of you.

The way it felt to kiss you in that alleyway, and how he had monetarily debated just staying there, having his way with you against the brick wall before Sam and Bucky could locate you. The dress from the bar, and how it rested on your thighs, revealing just enough to have his mouth watering without being revealing to the point of immodesty. The way your necklace currently rested against your bare collarbone, and how desperately he craved to litter the area with love bites. The delicate skin of your throat, thinking of how it would look with his hand wrapped around it, just enough to cut off a bit of air but not enough harm you. How alluring your voice is, and how much he'd like to know what it would sound like to hear you scream his name. The softness and warmness of your skin when he had his arm around you in the bar, and when he held your hand as you fled the scene, and he wondered how soft and warm you were elsewhere.

"Your thoughts are filthy."

He bristled immediately, sitting straighter in his seat and eyes going slightly wide, either forgetting you can read minds or not realizing you'd be doing it right then. It only took a moment for him to regain his composure, before he took one long, last drink of his brandy and set the glass on the table in front of him. He turned his whole body to the side to face you, as you sat on the opposite end of the couch, wearing a small, somewhat mischievous smile.

"I suppose there is no sense in denying it, is there?"

"What game are you playing, Zemo?" you snapped. He was rattling you. As much as you hated to admit it, he was. For the entirety of the time you'd been around him, this wanted criminal had been flustering you, and goddammit it, you wanted to know if it was accidental, or for nefarious purposes. He could be using it as a tactic to throw you off your game, so that he could get away when it was just the two of you – like right now.

"There is no game, Liebling," he stated softly and sincerely, sensing your discomfort. Slowly, he scooted closer to you on the couch, so that the arm he had laid across the back of it was now behind you, as he stared intently into your eyes. "Merely the natural response of a man who has been widowed and then locked in a prison cell, and therefore has not known the touch of a woman in many years, sitting next to a woman of absolute ethereal beauty."

You said nothing, merely stared at him, sizing him up to see if he was toying with you or telling the truth. Zemo sensed your lack of belief in his words.

"If you doubt my true intentions, you are welcome to delve as deep into my mind as you'd like to find the truth."

In all honesty, you'd have done that already if you weren't trying to avoid being even more flustered by his thoughts about you – but you couldn't tell him that. So, you did as he bade you, and searched his mind to find any shred of malevolence towards you, but you came out empty-handed. Zemo genuinely just wanted you, craved you, like a starved man sitting in front of an endless buffet. He watched you carefully as you came to this conclusion, and although you said nothing further, he knew that you had found what you needed to know.

"Just say the word, and I will never approach the topic again, as well as attempt to quiet my thoughts about you. But if there is any part of you... deep inside you," Zemo paused, eyes grazing you up and down purposefully, before continuing, "that has any interest in being with me... I will do anything to bring that to fruition."

The ball was in your court now. You could tell him to get bent and never speak to you like this again… or you could get your rocks off, and maybe even get something more in return.

"Such as?"

"Name it, Schätzchen. Anything you want. A car, a mansion, jewels – say it and it's yours, if you will be mine," Zemo proposed earnestly, licking his lips quickly as he looked at you, visibly thrilled that he was getting somewhere with you.

You weren't the type to accept gifts from men you barely know, but… this was Zemo. A man who had done a great many terrible things, which soothed your guilty conscience. So, you said the first thing that came to mind.

"A car," you blurted out, then explained, "Mine broke down a week ago, and it's beyond repair, so… a car."

"Tell me the make and model of your preference and I'll have it delivered to your home within a week's time," Zemo said calmly, then brushed a lock of hair away from your face, before allowing his fingers to trail delicately along your cheek and jawline. "Is that all, Kätzchen?"

"No. One more thing," you replied, then looked at him sternly. "You must agree to never speak of this to Bucky or Sam."

"You have my word," he assured you, smiling in amusement.

"Then I'm yours."

Zemo's smile faded slowly, and he merely stared at you for a split second, before cupping your face in his hands and pulled you into a searing kiss, full of ferocity and sheer desperation. It shouldn't have been this easy, to kiss a man who's done such terrible things – yet here you were, melting into his embrace, allowing him to pull you into his lap and straddle him, your hands resting on his shoulders and gripping the black fabric of his turtleneck. His hands laid flat against your back as he kissed you in this new position, slowly gliding down, down your sides and to your hips. He kissed you in a way that was feverish and fast and hungry, as his fingers dug into your skin, holding you firmly against him as if he were fearful that this was all a dream and you'd disappear at any moment. Upon taking a peek into his mind, you realized that was actually exactly what he was thinking. Additionally, he mentally spoke to you directly, somehow knowing you were reading his thoughts at that moment.

"Tell me if I do anything that you do not like, and know that you have absolute freedom to end this at any given moment."

You pulled away slightly to nod in confirmation that you received his message, before resuming the kiss. Mind hazy and instincts taking over, you found yourself tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, earning a low groan from Zemo. One of his hands darted upwards to grab a fistful of your hair, right against your scalp at the base of your neck, and he pulled on it harshly, causing you to let out a wonton moan. He then laid that hand flat against the back of your neck, holding your lips firmly against his as he kissed you with even more fervor, and the other vacated its position on your hip to slide slowly up your torso, until he began palming your beast through your shirt. You moaned softly against his lips, but not as loudly as a moment ago.

Zemo wanted more, needed more; he longed to hear you loud and desperate. So he delved that hand at your neck back into your hair, gripping it tightly once more, and used it to pull your head backwards a bit, so that he could have better access to your neck. The action itself, and the tightness of his grip, earned an embarrassingly loud moan to escape your lips, and you felt him smile against your skin. He moved his hand to the middle of your back, supporting you as you leaned back a bit to grant him better access. As he littered your neck and décolletage with kisses, you felt him pull the neckline of your blouse down a little, then felt the sharp pain of a bite on your chest, above your breast. When you looked at him with narrowed eyes, he wore a cocky little grin.

"You should not be surprised, Liebling. I know you saw that I've been wanting to do that all day when you read my mind," he noted. "Wear a high neckline tomorrow, it will be fine."

Before you could respond, Zemo pulled you flush against his chest with that hand behind your back, and into another heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and without thinking, you ground your hips down on the bulge resting against your core beneath your skirt. He groaned, both hands flying to your hips to push them down again, guiding them as you repeated the action. It only took a minute or two of this before Zemo had enough, abruptly grabbing you by the throat and throwing you down onto the couch beside him. He then loomed over you, one hand propping himself up and the other applying slight pressure to your throat, gazing at you with admiration in those searing eyes, pupils blown wide from lust. You looked right back at him, pupils undoubtedly dilated as well, eyes half-lidded, panting a little, and hair a bit of a mess.

"You are an absolute vision," Zemo praised softly, to which you smiled, then he released his grip on your neck to lean down and kiss you again. That only lasted a moment, before he broke the kiss to pull your blouse up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the side. Your bra joined it shortly after, then he moved to your skirt, fussing with the zipper for a moment, but it seemed to be caught on something, as it wouldn't budge. Before you could interject and state that you'd get the zipper yourself, Zemo ripped the seam apart with his hands, before tearing the article from your body and tossing it like he had with the blouse. A gasp escaped you, but you had no time to think much about his actions, before he was pulling off your panties and bra as well, dropping them somewhere beside the couch.

He was then looming over you again, kissing you breathless as he rested on one elbow while the other hand toyed with your nipple, his knee coming up to rest between your legs as he laid between your body and the back of the couch. You tangled your fingers in Zemo's hair, moaning against his lips as you sought friction against his leg. He smiled softly against your lips, before your hands wandered, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it off of him. You had just managed to get his belt off before his hand left your breast, trailing downwards across your torso as he moved his knee further away from you, before delving between your hips and expertly locating your clit.

No longer capable of focusing on ridding Zemo of his clothes, your hands gripped his shoulders, and he hissed deliciously as your nails dug into his skin when he began rubbing small, methodical circles on your clit. Small moans fell from your lips as he watched the way your mouth hung open slightly, face relaxed and eyes closed as you enjoyed his work. But again, he wanted more, needed more. Still observing you, he delved his middle and ring fingers into your core, causing you to let out a loud gasp that faded into a long, low moan. Zemo smiled to himself. That was the reaction he was dying for.

He kissed you senseless, drinking in your moans and gasps of pleasure like wine, his free hand cradling the back of your head as your arms wrapped around his neck. It didn't take Zemo long to find that sweet spot, deep inside you – as he'd subtly alluded to earlier – that longed for his attention the most.

You couldn't help but moan loudly and cry out, "Fuck! Baron!" Zemo growled low in your ear, clearly a fan of your usage of his title as he picked up the pace, fucking you with his fingers with expert precision and speed, sending you hurtling over the edge with a string of curses in both Sokovian and English. By the time he removed his fingers from you and stood, you were seeing stars, breathing heavily as you laid flat against the couch. When your dazed gaze found him, he was naked from the waist down, and was just finishing rolling a condom over his length. You had no idea where he got it from, but you were way beyond giving a shit at this point. Zemo then rejoined you on the couch, roughly spreading your legs apart as he kneeled between them, looking at you with a primal, deep hunger in his eyes.

"You are certain that you want this?"

"Yes, please – fuck," you cut yourself off as he began rubbing your clit again.

"Yes please, what?" His voice was low, teasing, as he continued his work below. "I want to hear you say it again, Kätzchen."

"Yes, please, Baron."

"Good girl."

Zemo took your leg and rested your calf on his shoulder, before easing himself into you, agonizingly slow. You watched through half-lidded eyes as his brows furrowed together, his jaw went slack, and his eyes squeezed shut as he bottomed out. He was silent, but you very much preferred it when he was a bit vocal. So, you flexed your muscles down there, and he groaned, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder.

"Do not do that if you want this to last long," Zemo suggested through clenched teeth. You smiled to yourself, then said the magic word that you knew would get him going.

"Yes, Baron."

He growled again, right in your ear, then sat more upright to begin a harsh, quick pace of thrusting. His hips collided with your body each time, causing a delicious sort of pain, and he leaned down to lock you in a messy, deep kiss.

A few minutes later, Zemo moved your other calf to his shoulder as well, and the new position enabled him to get delectably deep inside you. You raked your nails down his chest, watching as a shudder ran down his spine, all the while releasing small, breathless moans and whimpers. When he opened his eyes again to gaze down at you, he licked his lips before delving both hands under your head and into your hair, and forcefully gripped two fitfuls of it at the base of your skull. The moan that tore its way from your throat was animalistic, as your nails dug into his forearms as you desperately gripped them from their positions on either side of your head. Just then, he hit a spot deep inside of you, and that familiar, tight coil in your lower belly began to form.

"Fuck! Right there, Baron, please, right there!"

"As you wish, Schätzchen."

Zemo began to thrust even faster, careful to maintain the same angle as he released his grip on your hair and leaned up a bit, so that he could resume rubbing your clit. Moans began to fall from your lips practically endlessly, and somehow, you still needed more. More, more, more. You took his free hand and laid it on your neck, and he instinctively wrapped his fingers around your throat, careful to apply pressure on the sides but not the front, as to avoid harming you. When he opened his eyes once again and looked down at you, he couldn't stop the moan that escaped him.

"You will be the death of me, mein Engel," Zemo whispered, seemingly more to himself. All you could do was moan in response.

"Baron, I'm going to – fuck – I'm —"

"Yes, come for me, Kätzchen. I want to feel you."

That was all the encouragement it took. Well, that plus how perfectly he was rubbing your bundle of nerves, and how his pace nor angle had faltered once since you had requested exactly that. You came undone again, legs shaking as your nails clawed at his shoulder blades, earning a series of groans from him. As you came down from your high, Zemo's hips began to falter, enthralled by the waterfall you had become, soaking the base of his cock as your walls squeezed around him. His hand at your wet heat abruptly moved to grip your hip, at the same moment his hand around your throat clutched at your hair again, and he met his end with a loud, gruff moan as he spoke a mantra of nonsensical praises and your name.

Zemo rested on his arms on either side of your head, and he let your legs fall to the sides of him, breathing hard against your neck as he occasionally peppered kisses there. He remained inside you for a few moments, savoring the feeling, before you chose to have a bit of extra fun by flexing your lower muscles and squeezing yourself around him again. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled out of you, shooting you a glare.

In Sokovian, he murmured, "You are a naughty little thing."

"You adore it."

"That I do," Zemo conceded, then stood and walked off to the restroom. You heard the tap run, and a few moments later, he returned with a glass of water for you, sitting beside your feet on the couch and resting his heels on the coffee table. He was exceptionally handsome like this; still catching his breath, sweat glistening on his forehead and chest, a content look upon his face. You spent a minute or two admiring him, before he looked over to you, and a smile blossomed on his lips.

"I cannot thank you enough for that. I must admit, I spent countless nights alone in my cell, dreaming about getting to touch a woman like that again. Especially considering the fall of our country, I never could have imagined I would be lucky enough to lay with a stunning, intelligent Sokovian woman."

"In the spirit of confessions, it's been a while for me, too. My last boyfriend was about two years ago. And I'm not the one-night-stand type. So, do with that what you will," you stated, earning a small chuckle from Zemo. You sat up so that you were sitting beside him, instead of laying down, as you continued. "I fantasized about it a lot myself, but I never even dared to think my next time would be as good as this was."

Zemo smiled, a mix of pride and joy, then his smile softened as he leaned toward you, brushing a lock of hair away from your face. "This doesn't have to be our last time, you know. I would be honored to have you as often as you'd allow me to. And I assure you, I would make it worth your while. I will give you whichever vehicles your heart desires, more jewelry than you know what to do with, take you to the most beautiful places in the world, dine at only the finest restaurants – and above all, treat you like my queen. Take care of me, and I will take care of you, Liebling."

You allowed your curiosity to get the better of you, as usual when you feared that someone was lying to you. You searched his mind for any fraction of false pretenses, but there were none. The man simply found you intoxicating, and would do whatever it takes to keep drinking you in.

The arrangement wouldn't exactly be an easy one, nor would it be all that wise – nor morally correct, in all honesty. But he was undeniably sexy, and the danger and reprehensibility of it all made it that much more alluring. And besides all that – the way his power and wealth turned you on, how good he was capable of making you feel – most Sokovians were dead, and you missed home. Getting to speak your native tongue with him, chat about your country – it made you feel at home with him.

But you wouldn't give Zemo the satisfaction of agreeing to him that quickly.

“We'll see.”

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Part Two

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themculibrary · 2 years ago

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(TW) Depression Masterlist

A day like this (ao3) - Banashee clint/phil M, 1k

Summary: (...) On some days, Phil just stops completely.

He’ll power through whatever he needs to, keeping himself occupied with work and little else for as long as he can but when he hits a certain point, it’s like someone took his breath away. On those days, Phil deflates entirely, unable to do anything else. (...)"

Phil is struggling with his mental health. Clint understands. They help each other.

almeno tu nell'universo (ao3) - silkspectred steve/tony E, 114k

Summary: Tony drives off.

Well, he wants to.

But he can’t.

Because.

Steve Rogers is in front of his car.

Steve fucking Rogers. Is in front of Tony’s fucking car.

always winter, always spring (ao3) - Mizzy steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: (groundhog day) trapped in an ever-replenishing room with an impossible puzzle to solve, Steve and Tony learn a thing or two about each other and about themselves

and they called him lemon boy (ao3) - turtle_bean T, 3k

Summary: “Well, my name is James, and I'm a volunteer at the Crisis Line. I'm an MIT graduate, I'm employed in the army, War Machine is my favorite Avenger, and I love pineapple on my pizza. Is there anything else you'd like to know about me?”

Yeah, why does James keep asking questions? Why can't the man let him die alone?

“Why did I fucking call?” Peter hisses to himself.

or, peter calls the crisis line.

Faint (ao3) - Shadow15 loki/tony, peter/thor E, 43k

Summary: When Tony meets Loki for the first time, he knows how wrong of him it is to want the boy for himself. And then there’s the problem that if Thor ever knew, he’d lay Tony out in one punch. And even then… Loki has his own issues - serious issues that make it difficult to even get him to trust Tony at all.

But, Tony had never really been known for giving up, and he always got what he wanted in the end. It was just going to take a bit more effort than usual on his behalf.

Homefront (ao3) - copperbadge steve/tony E, 12k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a capable leader, a kind and cheerful man, a good friend, a strong role model, and a loyal soldier. He’s also teetering on the edge of suicide.

Make Way For Tomorrow (ao3) - hopeless_hope T, 36k

Summary: Before Ben died, Peter won a booth to present his project at the Stark Expo. But even on the run from the foster care system, he can’t pass up the opportunity to attend and show the world his project. It all goes so well, until it doesn’t. Trying to avoid being caught, Peter runs out on Tony just as the man is about to make him the offer of a lifetime.Bold of him to assume Tony won’t try to find him.

me and you +1 (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/tony N/R, 4k

Summary: Steve discovers that he's pregnant after the events of Civil War, but he doesn't get a chance to tell Tony because Team Cap is currently in hiding, and Steve can't risk calling Tony and getting the others in trouble. Steve is trying to get through the pregnancy, but it's hard when he doesn't have Tony around. He's grateful for Natasha and Sam's support, but it's not the same.

More Than Meets the Eye (ao3) - LokiNeedsHugs1031 loki/tony, steve/bucky E, 249k

Summary: Tony Stark and Loki have known each other long before the attack on New York. Tony is shocked to find that Loki doesn’t remember him at all, that hence the reason Tony being thrown out the window, that is until he’s slammed to the ground by The Hulk. When Tony sneaks a peek at the beginning of interrogations he discovers that the Loki that attacked New York has seemingly woken up from some kind of mind control, and is begging for help.

not gruesome, just human (ao3) - isozyme steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: “I need to crash on someone’s couch for a while. Your couch. I need to crash on your couch,” Tony says.

Steve’s mouth opens. If he asks why Tony’s going to bolt, he can feel the certainty of it under his sternum. He doesn’t have a sternum anymore, just a tangle of metal under his skin. Too many things have punched through it to get to his heart. There hasn’t been enough bone left to reconstruct anything made of flesh in a long time.

“There’s borscht on the stove,” Steve says.

No Use Crying Over Spilt Milkshakes (ao3) - pherryt bucky/clint/steve G, 5k

Summary: Clint's feeling abandoned and rudderless with the fall of SHIELD, the lack of Avenger calls, and the disappearances of both Steve and Nat, though he gets why they're both off doing their own things. His best friend could never sit idle and Steve, well, he's got bigger problems than Clint to deal with right now (*cough*Winter Soldier*cough*).

It's okay. He'll deal. Somehow. Maybe.

Out Of The Void (ao3) - Lynds loki/tony E, 43k

Summary: Tony goes to help out with the Battle of Greenwich and ends up stuck on Svartalfheim with a half-dead Loki. He’s tempted (very tempted) to leave him there, but the screams are kinda getting to him. He takes him home and patches him up…and then realises that there’s way more to the Trickster than meets the eye.

Stars (ao3) - b_a_r_n_e_s steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Steve got up. The constellations had not changed, because seventy years meant nothing to stars and suns and planets in a different way than it meant nothing to human beings.

They had won. He kept his head down and wrote down the things he was told he should write down.

The Reasons That Lie Beneath (ao3) - itsallAvengers steve/tony T, 10k

Summary: When Loki decides to be a little shit and curse Steve Rogers with a cuddling spell- the Avengers are suddenly the victims of crushing hugs and constant hand-holdings. And weirdly- Steve has a strange attachment to Tony in particular.

But Loki’s trick reveals more to Tony than he had ever expected, and now it’s time to face some terrifying realisations that come with the curse.

Tony needs more fucking coffee to deal with all this.

Thumb, Index, and Pinky Extended (ao3) - Eudoxia steve/tony N/R, 4k

Summary: Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

Vibrato (ao3) - shattered_sian loki/stephen M, 15k

Summary: Thor and Loki return to Earth with the people of Asgard, but Strange won’t allow Loki to roam Earth after all of his devilish deeds. Thor makes an agreement with the sorcerer to keep Loki on Earth- his brother will have to be under the supervision of Doctor Strange at all times. While at first Loki’s antics are nearly too much for Strange to handle, things slowly change.

Void (ao3) - MnemonicMadness

Summary: Everyone would have expected for Mantis to react, to scream or rage the moment she touched Tony Stark. To feel anger or sadness or some other twisted thing. Instead, she doesn't react. She touches him and feels nothing.

You were supposed to be different (ao3) - Banashee M, 5k

Summary: Part 5 of my "Bad Things Happen Bingo". Prompt: Bullying.

Sometimes it's the people who always had your back that can hurt you the most. Clint finds that out for himself, and while he's dealing with various mental health related and other issues, he also needs to figure out if he's even wanted around anymore.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #angst #tw #depression tw #depression #depression masterlist #masterlists

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thefallennightmare · 3 years ago

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Brainwashed-Bucky Barnes Request

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: swearing and a lot of angst

Request Summary: Bucky x reader where they are dating and he's an asshole after a huge argument and reader gets captured and brainwashed by HYDRA and Bucky realizes his mistakes? They meet again during a mission and Bucky also realizes he lost reader forever.

A/N: To whoever requested this, I hope you like it! I do apologize that it took so long to publish.

The heels of my boots smacked against the hard pavement, anger fuming from my lips, as I muttered curse after curse towards the man I left at home. This fight was the worst yet, both saying things we didn’t mean. This time, however, I don’t think there was a way he could forgive me after what I said to him.

“I’m not having this conversation with you, Bucky,” I sighed while rubbing the anger from my eyes.

“We never have this conversation because you always blow it off!” Bucky fumed.

His hands were on his hips, a clear indication he was upset.

“What do you want me to say, hm? That I’m okay with the fact that everything has changed? Steve left us behind for some girl and I’m struggling to deal with my own issues, on top of dealing with yours!”

Bucky was taken aback, lips parting slightly. The hurt on his face was gone as soon as it appeared, anger replacing it once more. “I’m sorry I’m such a burden for you, Y/N. You don’t have to worry about my issues much longer.”

The loud slamming of the door was the last thing I heard from him before I left the apartment to cool off.

I knew it was wrong of me to say that, blaming his issues for the reason why I was so depressed the past few months, but the words fell from my lips before I could stop them.

The last few months have been extremely hard for us all. We returned from the Snap only to have our best friend and another part of our three leave us for a woman he had kissed once. To say I was salty was an understatement. Bucky and I had been struggling to adjust to the new world which had been putting a strain on our relationship.

My mind was filled with memories of the fight that I hadn’t felt the blow to the back of my head until it was too late.

The bodies lay at my feet, running cold a long time ago, as I slipped my knives back into my pockets. Maneuvering around them, I looked through the endless amounts of drawers in the warehouse, looking for one specific thing. The whole reason for this mission.

“You know, for being a secret killer, you’re not that secret.”

Spinning on my heels, I threw a knife towards the voice but when he caught it, I bit back a surprised gasp. No one had ever caught my knives, no one.

The man that had caught it looked from the blade to me, a shocked expression crossing his features. His breath caught in his throat, lips trembling slightly.

“Y/N,” He breathed. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Who the hell is Y/N,” I questioned, cocking my head to the side.

The man stepped towards me which made me reach for another knife. He, however, was two steps ahead of me and knocked it out of my hand.

“It’s me, Bucky.”

Bucky.

The slight mention of that name rang a bell in my mind, fear taking over. My blood ran cold while my eyes searched for the soft features across his face. The way his own broken eyes stared back at me made my heart flutter, only for a split second.

“I don’t know who you are.”

Before Bucky had any clue what happened, I swept my feet into the back of his heels, knocking him on his ass. The look of hurt was soon replaced with anger as he stared up at me.

“It’s been great meeting you, Bucky. But I’ve got a little red book to look for so please, stay out of my way.”

My body tumbled to the hard ground causing a painful groan to fall from my lips. Bucky had me pinned down, my arms above my own head in his hands. He stared down this time, breathing heavily, and as he searched my face with a slight ounce of hope I used this time to flip him over onto his back. It was my turn to stare down at him.

“If you want to live, I’d suggest that you don’t ever touch me again,” I seethed.

“You honestly don’t remember me?”

The broken tone in his voice went unnoticed to me. “You have a very pretty face, I’m sure I would remember you, but I don’t.”

The next moment caused my body to freeze on top of his as Bucky grasped the back of my head, pulling me down to his lips. As they met, I felt an immense amount of love pour out from this kiss and before I could stop it, I felt myself melting into his embrace. I allowed myself to return his passionate kiss for a few moments, my hands running through his short hair. Bucky’s hands were gripping into my hips, not letting the leather of my suit stop him. Even if I couldn’t remember who he was or how he knew me, I could feel so much love and adoration pouring from his lips to mine as our tongues meshed together.

In a flash, I had my knife pressed into the skin of Bucky’s throat, eyes burning, and lips swollen.

“If this is what’s going to happen every time we cross paths, I truly hope to see you again.”

My footsteps echoed through the warehouse as I left Bucky alone on the cold floor.

#james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes request #james buchanan barnes and reader #james buchanan barnes x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #steve rogers

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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Crawling Back To You.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Run-through: Bucky Barnes had a lot on his plate at the moment. Regrets, fears, nightmares and desperately trying to do the right things to make up for his past as the Winter Soldier. Amongst those things, barely anything made him truly happy, or safe or loved. None did actually - except for you. He met you at a bar once and since then, you’ve been his sanctuary. You both knew he wasn’t quite ready to be in a relationship, yet you were always there with open arms whenever he needed a friend, a shoulder to lean on, or someone to help him take his mind off things. Be it a nightmare, or memories from the past coming to haunt him, or any major or minor inconvenience, the super soldier would find himself turning to you for help.

Themes: angst, fluff, smut

He woke up on the floor, covered in cold sweat.

The flashbacks of the nightmares kept resurfacing until it finally faded again. Faded, not truly gone because he knew they’d be back tomorrow again - his past coming to haunt him. He sighed and squinted at the screen in front of him.

The T.V was on, playing reruns of a show he did not care about. He simply needed the noise to help him fall asleep. The quiet and silence was his own personal hell, so he always needed some sort of background noise to help him out.

Bucky tried getting some sleep again; tossing and turning on the wooden flooring but he couldn’t fall back asleep. His mind was racing, too many thoughts at once. He checked the time, the clock read 1 a.m. He could go on a run, but he didn’t really feel like it. He could go to the gym, but he didn’t feel like working out either.

He needed something. An escape, a friend. You, he needed you.

Bucky reached for his phone, and a few taps later he was calling you. He knew it was late but you somehow always picked up his calls no matter what the time was. The rings later, he heard your voice speak up from the other end.

“Buck?” You sounded sleepy, but not like he had woken you up, you sounded like you were about to fall asleep.

He closed his eyes and sighed at the sound of your voice. He could picture you, all tucked in your comfy bed, surrounded by pillows and your soft blankets. Perhaps you had lost track of time because of a good book, or perhaps you were up late responding to emails for work.

“Hey doll. Did I wake you up?” he asked, leaning back against the wall of his living room, his legs sprawled out on the floor in front of him. Only sometimes did he feel like he was taking advantage of your kindness, but then again he could be selfish when it came to you. You were his, and that’s that.

You let out a little laugh. “Of course not, Bucky. I was just finishing up some work.” He could hear your sheets shuffling, “Are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?” you asked, softly.

Bucky told you he did. Then he went on to tell you exactly what he had dreamt of. Sometimes he felt like he was opening up more to you than his shrink. But truth is, you made him feel like he was more than just a broken soldier, or a problem who needed to be remedied or fixed. You made him feel like he was human after all.

“I… I’m trying to fall back asleep but…” his voice trailed off. He didn’t have to say it, you understood perfectly. He knew you did.

Then he heard his favorite words coming from you, “Come over Buck, I’m waiting.”

He wasted no time in getting up from the floor and getting dressed. Dark jeans, shirt, jacket and not to forget his gloves. Sometimes he wondered why he felt so giddy when you asked him to come over, which was almost every night. He wondered what it would be like to come home to you every night instead, had it been a perfect world. He always felt like he was clinging to you too much, for everything. But then you always told him that you didn’t mind. You told him you loved his company.

He grabbed his helmet before stepping out of his apartment. There was a light drizzle outside but he didn’t care, he just needed to be with you. He got down the stairs and then rushed to start his mean bike and then rushed to your apartment building. You lived in a much nicer part of the city than he did, and he often wondered why you were putting up with someone like him when you could have a man who would give you a life you’ve always dreamt of. He often asked you that, but you always just smiled at him, you never answered.

On his way up to your floor, he couldn’t help but feel all warm in the elevator. He counted down the seconds till he could see you. He often slept over at your place, he loved it. Cuddling, making love, followed by lazy mornings, him trying to get you to not go to work and spend the day with him instead. He loved how you made him feel.

He knocked on your door, already taking off his gloves because he needed to feel your skin against his. Your body heat made him feel so much better. He heard you unlocking the door from the other side and not even a second later, he saw your pretty face smiling at him. Dressed in silk PJ shorts and a t-shirt, you looked breathtakingly beautiful even at one thirty in the morning.

“Hello there,” you greeted him, smirking. “That was fast.” You teased, opening the door wider to let him in.

He smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and pulling you in for a hug immediately. You felt his slightly damp and cold jacket press against you but you hugged him back tightly anyways.

“I needed to see you.” He mumbled, pressing his face into your neck.

“I know.”

You and Bucky ended up in your bed, cuddling under the blankets. He loved the dimmed night light you always had on, knowing that he hated being in complete darkness. He loved how cozy your room was, how spacious and airy but also warm and comfortable.

The large window by your bed showed a lovely view of the city lights, which were right now blurred by the foggy glass, thanks to the light drizzle earlier. He could tell that the air was cold outside, but in here with you everything was just right.

He had stripped down to just his boxers and he laid his head on your chest, his face facing away from yours, while you played with his hair and occasionally ran your hand down his back, scratching his skin lightly. His cold metal arm lazily ran up and down your thighs and he noticed the goosebumps on your skin that he was causing.

He could hear your steady heartbeats and that was his favorite sound in the entire world. It calmed him down.

You looked down, smiling softly at the sight of the muscular soldier using you as a human pillow. You could hear him let out quiet moans as you gently scratched his scalp. You still remembered the first time you two met, at a bar.

It was late on a winter night, and the nearby bar was rather empty; just a few people here and there. And a certain muscular man in a dark leather jacket caught your eye. He was sitting at the counter, and you were in one of the booths. Eventually, you got up and decided to go talk to him.

You recognized him immediately. Ex-Winter Soldier, Captain America’s best friend, James Buchanan Barnes.

Small talks turned into a couple more rounds of beers. He was a little off and awkward at first but he loosened up eventually. He even walked you back to your car, not wanting you to be alone in the dark, foggy and empty parking lot.

That was the first time he kissed you, right before he opened the door of your car for you.

“Will I see you again?” He asked, high off the adrenaline which coursed through his veins ever since you kissed him back.

“Of course you will. Good night, James.” You kissed his cheek before getting into your car and driving off.

A smile formed on your face as you thought of that night. “Do you remember the first time we met?” You asked softly.

Bucky turned his face to you, placing his head back on your chest. He was so close that all you needed to do was to lean in a little to kiss his soft, pink lips.

He smiled. “Yeah, why?”

“No reason, I just wanted you to remember it.”

Bucky chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss on your skin, right above your breasts. “You’ve been awfully quiet. What is it?”

You just smiled at him, “Nothing. You’ve been awfully quiet too.” And judging by the look in his eyes, you could already tell there was something else to his silence. “What is it?”

He was quiet.

Sighing, you flipped the two of you around; straddling his waist while he laid comfortably against your multiple pillows.

“Buck, tell me.” You pressed your palms against his chest to hold yourself up.

“Sam needs my help with something. Another bad guy, another mission, another fight. Same old.” He sounded indifferent.

You couldn’t blame him. He had been fighting for decades, non-stop. He had lost so much while doing so, but he also didn’t know how to deal with the calm, and silence and the quiet. There was so much he needed to figure out about himself still.

“Do you not wanna go?”

He smiled faintly as he lazily rubbed up and down your exposed thighs. “It’s my job, I have to. Innocent people will be hurt if I don’t. I want to help them.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“I’ll have to leave you behind for a little while.” He didn’t want to. He didn’t know how to be away from you anymore because he hadn’t been for months now. The thought of not being able to hold you close at night and having your heartbeats lull him to sleep was scary.

You smiled down at him. “I’ll be here when you come back, Bucky.”

He reached out and cupped your face with his metal hand. “And what if you find someone better while I’m gone?”

You frowned down at him. “Where does that come from?”

He gently stroked your cheek. “I’m just saying. You deserve someone a little more… normal.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Normal is boring, you seem perfectly fine to me.”

He chuckled. “Why do you put up with me, doll?” It was a rhetorical question, he didn’t expect an answer because he had asked you this countless number of times but you never gave him a reply before.

However, you did this time. “Because I’m in love with you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You had been meaning to tell him this for a while now. “You don’t have to say it back, I just needed you to know that no one’s ever gonna replace you. I love you.”

He was a little surprised, his heart raced as he processed everything. How could someone as gentle, kind and beautiful like you fall for someone as broken as him? “Doll… I…”

You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You giggled, then pulled away to look at him. “You deserve all the good things in this world, Buck. You deserve to be loved, and cared for. And if you’d let me, I’d love to show you that.”

You carefully pressed your lips to his, kissing him with all the love you had. His metal hand held you at the back of your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss; turning your mind into a foggy mess for a little while before he pulled away and stared deep into your eyes.

You reached out and gently caressed his face, Bucky leaned into your touch. “I’m gonna miss you.” He mumbled.

“When do you leave?” You asked.

“Tomorrow, perhaps.”

You leaned in for a kiss again, accidentally brushing your crotch against his erection; making him smirk through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You purposely moved against him while you kissed him again deeply.

Bucky soon flipped the two of you back around and settled in between your legs, kissing down your neck. “I’m gonna miss making love to you almost every night.” He whispered against your skin. His voice alone sent chills down your back, and made you feel all sorts of warm and tingly feelings inside.

Bucky movements were gentle and slow as he took your clothes off, making sure you were both under the warm covers still; kissing you occasionally as he undressed you, and caressed your body as you squirmed under him.

He kissed his way down your body, until his face was right in between your legs. You moaned as he parted your legs and placed a kiss on your inner thigh, pulling your underwear down your legs and kissing his way back to your wet folds. You threw your head back, and bit your lip; whining when you felt his tongue teasing you gently. The warmth of his mouth was driving you insane.

His tongue gently teased your clit while his fingers slipped inside of you; stroking you gently while you arched your back off the surface of your bed as the pleasure became slightly overwhelming. You whimpered and squirmed under him as his tongue moved perfectly against you.

He had you coming undone all over his tongue and his fingers in no time, and he licked you clean when he was done. Kissing his way up your body again. “I’m gonna miss your taste.” He was shameless enough to whisper it in your ear; making you blush.

His hands roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, until he finally cupped your core and rubbed the sensitive skin around your swollen clit – making you shudder under him. You whined as he slipped his metal fingers past your entrance yet again. His head dipped into your neck and he licked and bit around your skin until he found your sweet spot. “And I’m gonna miss your warmth.”

“Buck…” You moaned quietly as he replaced his fingers with his cock.

He placed his mouth on top of yours again, to swallow your whimpers and moans as he pushed his cock into you. His breathing got shallow again as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head and watched you grimace in pleasure and pain as his cock stretched you to your maximum. He watched you in awe as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely.

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force.

He groaned at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. You heard him swear and felt him bite down on your lip as he sped up into you. He tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips; rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed. Your back arched off the surface of the bed again and your chest pressed to his.

“I’m gonna miss watching you squirm under me…” he whispered, “as I pleasure you like no one ever will.” He moaned into your ear. “You’re mine.”

You were a moaning mess under him in no time. There was something about the way he kissed you, deeply and passionately; as though he was scared you might just get away from him.

He worshipped your body. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you; his metal fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure.

He pressed his forehead on yours; looking down to where your bodies connected so intimately. Then he pulled away to look into your eyes with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes. His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You’re gonna miss me too aren’t you, doll?”

You nodded, whining in pleasure. He smirked. His hand left your neck and slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you. “Say it, baby. Tell me how much you’re gonna miss my cock buried deep inside you…”

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release. He noticed and slipped his tongue back into your mouth one last time and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

“Come on, cum for me… doll,” he swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you; kissing your swollen lips deeply as he came.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. And you cradled his head; panting as well. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as he calmed his racing heart. A few moments later, he shifted all his weight right on top of you making you laugh as you tried to scoot out from under him.

He groaned and pulled you closer. “Come here.” He pressed you against his body and wrapped his arms around. “I love you too, doll. So much.”

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. “I’m gonna miss you. All of you.” You lifted your head up to look at him smiling down at you. “Come back fast.”

He chuckled. “You know I will. No matter where I go, I’ll always come crawling back to you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #tfatws #winter soldier #bucky barnes imagine

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msmarvelwrites · 4 years ago

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For Old Times' Sake

Summary: “Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,”

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal penetration, fingering, Choking, Bucky with the filthy words, mutual pining.

Word Count: 2.8K

Authors Note: WOW! It has literally been a hot minute hasn't it? I cant say that I’m not a little excited about this 3rd lock-down in Ontario because it means I can actually find time to write. I’m sorry it’s been so long, babes. Anyways, enjoy! (I’m actually the worst and it’s been so long since I’ve done this!) The Biggest Thank You to @sweeterthanthis for literally cheering me on the entire time. This was such garbage before you came along 😂 I had so much fun with this one babe 💕 thank you for all you do ✨

The wind whipped against your face, bruising your skin with it’s callousness. Though the unwelcomed lash was nothing compared to what was to come. Or who, for that matter.

It had been longer than you cared to admit. The dodged calls hanging at the bottom of the icon on your phone serving as a cruel reminder of how cold you had been. Of course, it was never in your job description to take care of Bucky after Steve left— but there was an implication that made you run for the hills.

You couldn't do anything for him - give him anything. The last five years had consisted of running and trying to start over.

Besides, after the Accords, in the government's eyes you were just as fucked as Hydra. An ally turned fugitive the moment you’d chosen your side in that airport. You’d fight with yourself most nights that you decided with your head, but your first evening with a man who had bruised your lips with promises of what would come may have had more pull than anything else.

The same man that had called you every week for the past six months… The same man you had spent countless nights with, years of your life you would never be able to scrub away, no matter how hard you tried.

You had watched from afar as half of the world returned, their loved ones welcoming them home with teary eyes and broken hearts. You watched as he came home. His eyes, always scanning the crowds waiting for you. Waiting to see your face.

It made all of this so, so much worse. This was definitely not the homecoming you could have hoped for.

“We’re nearing the drop.” Your comm’s rang with a woman's voice who had helped smuggle you onto the craft. You weren’t exactly welcome in europe at the moment- or anywhere for that matter. The government did not take lightly to your’s and Sharon’s betrayal. You’d think that after everything the world had seen they would be a little more forgiving, but you couldn't exactly blame them for their trust issues either.

You could, however, blame yourself.

As soon as your feet hit the ground you were off. The distress call had come from Sam earlier that evening and now with the sun setting you could only hope you weren't too late. You tried to push the man who had haunted your thoughts for the past few years out of your head, desperate to focus on the task at hand.

Bullets exploded through the air, a warning as you were approaching the large shipping container unit. Your comms went static as they began to connect with Sam’s, his voice ringing through your ears as—

“Sam, a little help here!”

His voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“I’m on my way - called in some back up.” Sam grunted as the sound of strangled yelps echoed around you.

“Back up? Who do we know that-” Bucky’s words were cut short as he let out a growl, the sound of his vibranium arm whirling in the background.

You rushed in without a second thought, the sound of his pain too raw as it ripped through your chest. Before you could assess the danger, you charged forward, hurling yourself at a large man pointing his gun right at-

With a loud thud, the man hit the ground. Your combat boot, heavy on his throat until he went still, and with it came silence. It was deafening despite the explosive gunfire around you.

“Y/n?”

Your name ripped through the air, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Back turned and body rigid, you were frozen in place. Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue, soft and get so personal. Like no one had spoken it before.

“Y/n, what are you-”

Sam's voice cut the newly cropped brunettes words off, “I got two coming in on your left, Buck. Oh- and welcome back, Y/L/N.”

You smiled sheepishly at Bucky, pulling your gun from its holster and flicking the safety off as you closed your distance with him. Despite the aggravation apparent on his face, a broken smile seemed to be pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Here we go again, huh?” You chimed, your eyes locking with his just as all hell broke loose.

The trip back to Sam and Bucky’s base was one filled with uncomfortable silence, and a tension that had your blood running cold.

Once the adrenaline of the fight had worn off and you were left face to face with Bucky Barnes, the guilt began to creep in.

“So…” Sam started from the backseat of the beat-up truck, the suddenness of his words startling both you and Bucky for a moment. “Long time no see.”

The scoff that left Bucky’s lips wasn't as subtle as you imagined he meant it to be. You tried not to let it bother you; in fact, you had prepared for this. How he might react when you finally returned home. What you weren't prepared for, however, was how indescribably gutted you would feel to watch him - eyes trained to the road ahead - as he gritted his teeth at your proximity.

To say that yours and Bucky’s relationship before the snap was easy would be incredibly delusional. It was messy and at it’s best dysfunctional. But for whatever reason, the two of you looked beyond that. He saw through you like no one ever had and before you knew it, the two of you were glued at the hip. It didn't make sense, but no questions were ever asked.

You just fit.

And of course there was the sex. Good god, you could feel your thighs clenching at the thought.

The way’s Bucky knew how to take you apart, with an accuracy that only he had. How he had your toes curling and body vibrating from the flick of his tongue. How he would have you screaming the most filthy things for him, all while begging to never ever—

“Y/n?”

Sam’s voice was like an ice bath. Your name yanking you back into the present and the question at hand. What was the question again? You couldn't think straight. Not when Bucky was staring at you the way he was, one brow cocked and that same familiar smirk plastered on his lips. If you didn't know any better, you’d think he could read your thoughts.

“Sorry- I… I was…” You couldn't seem to bring yourself back to this realm, too lost in the Super Soldier’s stormy eyes to remember what exactly you were trying to say.

“He asked you where you’ve been, Y/n.” Bucky spoke your name like it was a curse, laced with razor sharp ache and pain. His eyes told a different story though. The way he looked at you; the same way he always did.

With a warmth that only he had for you. It made you shiver.

“Running, mostly.” You started, your body physically breaking your gaze with Bucky. It was too much, watching him glare down at you. And maybe you deserved it.

“And you never thought to, I don't know, call me?” Bucky’s words were spiteful, oozing with a disdain that was beginning to wear down your patience.

“It wasn't like that, Buck-”

“You can’t call me that anymore.” He snapped, his eyes trained on the road. Your gaze snapped to him, brow arched as you all but scoffed at him.

“Oh, I can't?” You chuckled, but the sound came out flat. He had every right to ask you where you've been. Hell, get angry if he wanted. But the way his words seeped with disgust made your blood boil.

“Okay, okay guys. Let’s all take a breath and just—”

“Shut up, Sam.” You both snarled, causing Sam to roll his eyes as Bucky pulled into a long winding driveway with a small log cabin sat at the end of it. You reached for your seatbelt until your door swung open.

“You two figure your shit out. Whatever this is,” Sam motioned to the space between you two, “ isn’t leaving this car. I’ll be inside. Feel free to come in when y'all have killed and made up, okay?” With that, Sam slammed the door leaving Bucky and you alone in your static tension.

Bucky worried on his lip, his eyes trained to his lap. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words seemed caught in your throat.

“You didn't even call…”

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. But you did…

Voice small and so filled with ache; it kicked you in the stomach, the guilt washing away any anger you had felt.

“Bucky… I- I couldn't.” You forced out, tentative as you met his gaze, stomach dropping as your eyes locked with his.

“I thought I lost you. I thought - I mean, fuck - you were all I cared about.” He sighed, clearing his throat as if it would help ease his discomfort. “I looked for you, ya know?” He chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. Just a brokenness that made you squirm.

“It’s not your fault—”

“Oh, I know it’s not.” Bucky quipped, his eyes flicking away from yours and turning back to face the cabin. “It was your own selfish decision.”

You scoffed, head snapping back to meet his glare. “Selfish? Bucky, I had no other choice. Not everyone can be pardoned for their crimes. It’s not like I had Steve Rogers advocating for my freedom!”

Bucky only rolled his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, you swore he might rip it clean off the car. “Don’t bring him into this. You don't think that I would have done everything to get to you? To clear your name?”

You laughed bitterly, blinking away the tears that welled at the corners of your eyes.

“You gotta at least give me more credit than that, Doll.” The pet name rolled off this tongue easily, washing over you, and making you freeze.

“Please don’t call me that…” You faltered, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek.

It seemed the tension dissipated in that moment, silence heavy between you both as Bucky reached out, his flesh fingers finding a tear and brushing it away. You tried to speak, but with everything that had been said, and all that would never be, you decided words just weren’t enough.

You didn't have time to object before his lips were on yours, your body moving at its own accord as he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs either side of him as his tongue swept across your bottom lip. You tried to moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound. He rendered you breathless, his taste intoxicating as you melted into his embrace, grinding into him and shivering when a familiar growl slipped from his lips; vibrating against your mouth.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You moaned out, clutching his jacket as you licked down his neck. His skin was burning against your lips, the rumble of his breath heavy against your ear as he let out a dark chuckle, urging you on.

“Well, if you had just called me—”

Before he could finish the sentence, you reached for the recliner, snapping it forward as you toppled forwards onto Bucky’s chest. His words fell back into his throat, hands automatically finding your hips to steady you while you fumbled with his belt.

“Doll—” He tried to start, but you swallowed the name with your kiss, heated and rooted in a desperate need to feel him again. You ached for him in a way you’d never felt before.

Maybe what you had was unfixable. Maybe it was beyond repair, but with the way he was kissing you and hiking down your pants, it didn't matter. You were drunk on him, and by the way he bucked his hips, so was he.

You shivered as his vibranium fingers looped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down over your legs as you both awkwardly tried to move in the cramped seat. You wanted to laugh, but as his cold thumb swiped through your slick folds, all you could do was whine.

“So wet for me…” He hummed, teeth sinking into your throat as he pulled a whimper from your lips.

You cursed, hands propping you up on either side of him as he dipped his index finger into you, the intrusion enough to have your back arching into him, desperate for more.

But Bucky was a tease. And even now, after all of this time, it was the very thing that had your buckling above him. Pleading and begging for more.

“Look at you.” He started, his eyes dark as he pushed deeper inside, his finger curing into you as you gasped.

“P-please, Buck.” You begged, grinding down onto his hand. To your dismay he only chuckled, watching intently as you came undone around him.

“I told you,” He started, lifting you off of him and tossing you against the backseats, “Don’t call me that.”

You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat as he awkwardly crawled towards you. But the look in his eyes had your stomach twisting into something that emulated fear. It was guttural as he pressed into you, the outline of his cock digging into your drenched folds.

You bit back a moan, eyes rolling back in your head as his cold fingers brushed against your core, pulling himself free from his boxers.

“Do you still love me like you did?” He spoke, and though the words were soft and filled with promises you had broken before, there was a darkness in his voice.

“I never stopped.” You admitted. And it was true. But that didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for as he licked his bottom lip, eyes trained on your throat.

“I’m afraid isn’t gonna’ feel much like love, doll.” He breathed out, lining himself up with your entrance. Before you could speak, he thrusted into you, knocking the air out of your chest as he bent you uncomfortably in half. You could only scream as he caged you in, forcing you down against the seats as he fucked into you.

It’s not like you forgot how Bucky filled you, but his size was something you would never be able by to fully adjust to. Especially not now, when he was holding you steady, his hips snapping against you giving you no time to ease into the assault. And by the looks of the lopsided smirk plastered on his swollen lips, he knew exactly how shredded you felt.

“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart.” The pet name doing nothing to quell the ache he sent ripping through your body as he sank deeper into you. You could only cry out, head smashing into the door as he kept up his brutal pace.

“B-Bucky, please.” You weren't exactly sure what you were asking for, but at this rate you wouldn't last long, the familiar coil building in your abdomen as he nudged up against your cervix.

“Slow down, baby.” You choked on a sob, eyes glassy as his vibranium fingers coiled around you thoat, pining you to the seats.

“Did you miss this part, doll?” He whispered against your ear, a shiver ripping through your body and igniting a flame you had so desperately craved since the moment he vanished from your world. “Miss the way I ruin you, Hm? I can feel you, coming undone. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat until you were coughing around the pressure.

“All I need to do is-” His flesh thumb ran circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you croaked out his name, begging him to ease up. “There it is.” He chuckled, quickening his pace until you were a shivering mess beneath him.

“Bucky, I-”

“I’m going to ruin this cunt, sweetheart. Stay still, and let go for me” His voice was like gravel, only letting you breathe once you nodded your head in complicity, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as the orgasm wrapped itself around your core.

“Fuck.” You managed to scream, your head lulling back as a title-wave of ecstasy crashed over you, pulling you under.

“That’s my girl.” His words tipped you over the edge, his name on your lips like a prayer as you quivered, your body violently shaking. “God you're so tight when you- Shit!”

With a few sloppy thrusts, Bucky came undone. His hot spend coating your pulsing walls as he gasped. Your bodies a tangled mess as he puffed out a breath against your neck.

You both just stayed frozen, too afraid that the moment you pulled away, reality would sink in. And the truth was, you weren't exactly sure what that meant.

Bucky slowly eased himself out of you, gasping a little as you spilled out onto, what you only hoped, would be easy to clean seats.

“Doll, that was-”

“Hey,” Sam knocked hard against the now foggy glass, “You two hungry, or what?”

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late-to-the-party-81 · 3 years ago

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A smut request please about Sam is jealous and angry that bucky is hitting on his sister. Sam decided to show the man, who he belongs to! boat sex and sam slapping bucky's ass

Love Me Tender?

AN: Apologies in advance. This turned out more angsty than intended and Sam is an ass for most of it, treating Bucky poorly because of his own insecurities. They do talk it, (and fuck it) out though.

I’ve set this in my SamBucky verse, after ‘Beautiful Disaster’ but before ‘Love in the Key of C’, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

Beta’d by @yarnforbrains and @christywantspizza, Dividers by @firefly-graphics, mood board by me.

Check out the SamBucky Stories master list and my main master list.

Word Count: 3.7k

CW: Insecure Sam Wilson, sibling style relationship, possessive Sam Wilson, explicit sexual content (fingering, prostate milking, unprotected anal sex, spanking, mild degradation, d/s undertones, sub-space) Top Sam Wilson, Bottom Bucky Barnes.

Sam had been in a strange mood for several days, and it was annoying the hell out of Bucky. It was their first visit down to Sarah and the kids since they’d gotten together, the night Bucky had surprised Sam and kissed him, touched him, and made him cry out…

Was Sam regretting getting together with him?

To be honest, Bucky wouldn’t blame him if he were. He wasn’t much of a catch; a semi-stable, over 100 year old war veteran with a prosthetic. No, it couldn’t be that. Sam had never held those things against him and would never hold them against anyone. He just needed to find a way of getting Sam to open up about whatever it was that was bothering him.

Bucky was sitting on the porch of the Wilson family house. It was like a second home to him, having lived here with Sam, Sarah, and the boys on and off for those months before he and Sam had moved in together. The sun was lowering, but it was still warm, and there were still several hours until sunset. He got up as he heard Sarah’s car turn on the driveway, the small gravel pieces shifting under the tyres. She’d been to the grocery store, stocking up with extra food for the visit. Captain America, a super-soldier, and two teenage boys got through a lot of food.

As the car came to a stop, Bucky flashed her one of his patented smiles.

“Hey, Sarah.” He went and opened her trunk, unloading the various bags.

“Hey yourself, Buck. Where’s Sam?”

“He and the boys are out back. We picked ‘em up from school. No issues, exactly as planned. They were so excited.”

“Thanks so much, it was useful having those couple of extra hours just to get organised, etcetera.”

They walked into the house and placed the bags down on the counter-top. Sarah turned to Bucky, arms wide.

“Come here, you. Your arms aren’t full now; you can give me a hug.”

Bucky chuckled and drew his boyfriend’s sister towards him. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on the top of hers.

“How’re you doin’, Sar?”

“Oh you know, same old, same old. The boys spend all their time with their friends or in their rooms, playing online games with their friends. Every-so-often they come down and grunt for food.”

She was smiling, but there was a sadness to it. Bucky tucked one of her loose locks behind her ear and pressed a kiss to her temple. As he held her, both of them in companionable silence, the back door slammed, and the thundering of feet indicated the return of Sam, Cass, and AJ. Sarah backed out of Bucky’s embrace, the heel of her hand brushing against her eye, and she moved into the kitchen to start unpacking the groceries.

“Everything alright?” Sam looked at Bucky, a perplexed look on his face.

“Yeah, it’s all cool. Hey boys!” Cass and AJ flew at him, and he caught one of them in each arm, distracted from Sam’s pensive look.

Dinner was a rowdy affair with the boys keeping the conversation going as they updated Sam and Bucky on all the various goings-on at school: AJ teasing Cass about his latest crush, and the older boy trying to hit his sibling, earning him a telling off from his mom. Bucky took the opportunity to go and tidy the kitchen, washing up the plates and cutlery and putting the saucepan in the sink to soak.

They all sat in the lounge afterwards, Bucky settling on the sofa and Sarah sitting down next to him. Sam sat on one of the easy chairs whilst the boys bickered with each other over who got the other one. Bucky looked at them, a warning clear in his eyes.

“Come on, boys. Your ma’s had a hard day, okay. Knock it off.”

“Sorry, Uncle Bucky.” They responded in tandem, chagrined.

They watched a movie all together, one of those cheesy action flicks where physics is ignored for the sake of visual spectacle, before Sarah declared it was time for the boys to go up to bed. Sam rose as well.

“I’m beat. I think I’m gonna have an early night. See you in a bit, Buck?” He bent down and gave Bucky a soft kiss to the cheek, before heading up the stairs without another word. Sarah turned to watch her big brother go, then looked back at Bucky.

“What’s up with him?”

“No idea, but it’s driving me crazy. He’s been standoffish for the last few days.”

“Hmmm. Well, anyway, fancy playing some cards? I’m sure I’ve got some matchsticks to win back off you.”

“Oh, it’s on, Wilson. It’s on.” They both laughed unaffectedly, as Sarah went to search out the ancient deck of cards.

When Bucky ventured up to bed an hour or so later, he deployed all of his stealthy skills, so as to not wake Sam, but his boyfriend still looked up at him, sleepily, as he slipped into the room.

“Have fun with Sarah?” There was a strange tone to Sam’s voice. Bucky looked at him, quizzically, before stripping out of his clothes, rummaging through his holdall for a pair of sleep-pants.

“Of course; your sister’s fun. You know she and I have always gotten along. You okay, doll?”

Bucky slid into the bed and pulled Sam into his arms, nuzzling against the skin of his neck. Sam held himself somewhat stiffly, not turning into Bucky’s embrace.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“I dunno, you feel a bit tense, and you’ve been off for a few days. Anything on your mind you wanna talk about?”

Sam sighed.

“I’m just sore from driving. Go to sleep, Buck.”

“Night, Sammy. Love you.”

“Night, Buck.”

They both lay there long into the night, pretending to be asleep, their individual thoughts keeping them awake.

The next day was Saturday, so there was no school for the boys and Sarah only had a half day down on the docks. Sam and Bucky got up late, finding Sarah already gone and the boys gorging themselves on sugary cereal, watching some youtube videos cast to the TV.

“Whatcha doin’, boys?” Bucky plopped down on the floor between them. Why both of them were on the floor when they’d fought over the armchair last night, he had no idea. Cass looked up at him, mouthful of cereal and milk dribbling down his chin onto his pyjamas.

“Watchin’ stuff.” Bucky rolled his eyes and nudged the boy with his elbow.

“I can see that, genius. Just wondered what it was about, ‘s’all.” Sam’s nephew just looked at him with the kind of disgust that only a teenager can bestow on an adult, and Bucky got the hint, throwing his hands up in defeat and getting up to find Sam in the kitchenette.

He walked up behind him, arms around his waist and chin resting on his shoulder. Sam was sorting out the coffee machine and soon it was chugging away, the rich, deep scent of perfect java wafting through the air.

“How’d you sleep, baby?”

Sam stiffened slightly, before grunting out “fine.”

Bucky chuckled.

“What is it with you Wilson men? Not the greatest of conversationalists, are ya?”

Sam pulled away, and Bucky tried hard not to let the hurt show on his face. He cleared his throat with a small cough and turned to fill two mugs with steaming coffee.

“I’m gonna head out to the shed. Sarah mentioned some of the slats are busted. Might as well make myself useful and fix ‘em. Join me, if you like?”

He looked at Sam, expectantly, but his boyfriend just stared down into the dark depths of the coffee mug that had been handed over.

“Yeah, maybe… might just relax here for a bit and keep the boys company.”

Bucky hummed and ducked his head to give Sam a kiss on the cheek.

“Well, you know where I’ll be, Sammy. Love you.”

“Me too.”

Bucky ignored the prickling in his eyes as he made his way outside.

Hard work proved to be a balm to the soul, and a few hours later Bucky was sweating in the warm Louisiana air, surrounded by a workbench, a saw, hammer, broken shed slats, and a few newer looking ones. He’d even removed his henley due to the heat. Once again, he heard Sarah’s car coming up the drive, and he waved to her as she pulled up outside the house. Exiting the vehicle, she walked over to him, a big grin lighting up her face.

“Hey! Looking good!”

Bucky picked up his shirt and wiped down his face and chest and smiled back in return.

“I know I am, but how about the shed.”

Sarah snorted in amusement. “Ass.”

Bucky put on a faux offended expression. “How very dare you”, he exclaimed and threw his shirt at her. Sarah shrieked with laughter and dodged to the side, eager to avoid the sweat covered fabric coming into contact with her skin

“Eeewwww, gross. You’re worse than Sam, I swear.”

“That’s it!” Bucky surged forwards, eyes twinkling with mischief and scooped Sarah up, holding her against his sweaty chest. He laughed out loud as she squealed in disgust, batting her fists against his chest.

“Let me down, you great lummox.”

The gasp was so quiet that if it hadn’t been for his enhanced senses, Bucky might have missed it. He spun on his heel, Sarah still in his arms and saw Sam, staring at them, a look of hurt and betrayal on his face, before he himself turned and stalked off. He reached Sarah’s car, hopped in and drove off at speed, in a shower of gravel.

Bucky stood, open mouthed, barely registering Sarah’s wiggles as he unconsciously let her slip back down to her feet.

“What on earth?” He turned to Sarah, but before he could ask her what she thought was going on, she raised her hand and sighed.

“My brother’s in his head again. He’s probably gone to the boat and will be there a while. I suggest you get yourself cleaned up, let him stew for a bit and then go find him. Come on.”

Taking his hand, she dragged a confused Bucky back inside the house with her.

An hour later, Bucky arrived down at the docks. He’d taken a shower, redressed, and then set out on foot in the afternoon heat. Sarah had been right about Sam’s destination; his car was parked at the entrance to the marina. He made his way down the boardwalk, raising a hand in greeting to those folk he knew, until he reached the ‘Phillip & Darlene’. The hatch on the family fishing boat was open, and Bucky sprung aboard before descending into the body of the vessel.

“Sam? You in here?”

“Go ‘way, Buck. Go back and play house.”

Sam was sitting on the small cot, bottle of whiskey in hand. He wasn’t completely drunk, but it was clear he was getting there. Bucky approached carefully and sat down beside him. He pressed the knuckle of his left forefinger under Sam’s chin, tilting it up, taking in his red-rimmed eyes.

“Doll, what’s going on? Talk to me, please.”

Sam batted away Bucky’s hand, petulantly.

“But I’m not your ‘doll’, am I?” The words rang bitter, and Sam knocked back another slug of liquor, shivering as it burned down his throat. “When were you gonna tell me, huh? Or were you just gonna let me dangle until I took myself away? I see how you are with her, how she is with you, and how you are with the boys.”

Realisation washed through Bucky at Sam’s words. He plucked the bottle out of Sam’s hands, and then took those hands in his own.

“Sammy, doll… are you saying you’re jealous of Sarah? Of how I act around her?”

Sam looked down at where his hands lay in Bucky’s, refusing to lift his head.

“She makes you happy”, he mumbled. “You make her happy, and the boys love you, and you act like a dad and…”

“I act like an Uncle, and like a big brother.” He let go of Sam’s hands to wrap his arms around Sam’s slumped shoulders, drawing him tightly to his chest. Sam just caved forwards and let him, too wrought with emotion to pull back.

“You fool, Samuel Thomas Wilson. Sarah reminds me of Becca. That’s how I see her. I help her ‘cause I love her - ‘cause she’s your sister.”

Bucky tipped Sam’s chin up again, looking into his lustrous brown eyes, slightly glassy from alcohol and unshed tears.

“I’m yours, Sammy. You hear? Yours. You’re all I want, even if you’ve been acting like a real jerk the last few days.”

“Promise?”

Bucky chuckled. “Promise.” He dipped his head down and pressed his lips against Sam’s own, soft and inviting and oh-so-sweet. Sam leant into the kiss, and what had started as a soft, comforting kiss suddenly turned heated.

Sam quickly became the aggressor, seeking entrance to Bucky’s mouth with his tongue, invading, claiming the space. His hands ran up under Bucky’s henley, palms rubbing up over Bucky’s pecs, thumbs brushing over his small nipples.

Bucky was a bit taken aback by the abrupt change of pace, but when Sam growled out “Mine!” into his mouth, it was like an electric current shot through his body.

“Mine!” Sam repeated, and Bucky answered breathily, “Yours, all yours, I promise.”

They broke apart, pulling each other’s shirts off before crashing back together again. Sam’s hands roamed all over Bucky, grabbing and pinching until they made it to his waist and grappled with his belt buckle and zipper. Bucky moaned low in his throat as Sam’s hand dove into his boxer briefs and took hold of his rapidly inflating length.

“This is mine!” he ground out, vehemently, squeezing Bucky in his hand, just on the right side of painful. Bucky gasped in pleasure, and then Sam’s hand slid lower, past Bucky’s sac and up between his buttocks until he was swirling a dry finger over Buck’s hole. “And this is mine!” Shudders of sensation rippled through Bucky’s body, and his eyes fluttered closed.

“Sammy…” His breathy sigh was a plea, and he didn’t resist when Sam stood, pulled Bucky off the cot, spun him around and yanked down his loosened jeans followed by his underwear.

“You drive me crazy, Jamie. You know that?”

Sam’s voice was rough, but his fingers were soft, moistened with saliva as they pressed between Bucky’s ass cheeks.

“You’re infuriating, grumpy, funny, and so fucking sexy. I swear I almost pop a boner everytime you fucking smile.”

He grabbed Bucky’s right hand, drawing it back to press against the insistent bulge in his own jeans. Trailing his lips down the side of Bucky’s neck, his breath was hot in his lover’s ear.

“Wanna be in you, Buck. So goddamn bad”

Bucky’s senses were on fire. Sure, Sam had been in charge before, but nothing like this - this feral-ness, this need to possess.

It was hot.

“Fuck, Sam. Please! Want it, too.”

Placing a hand on Bucky’s chin, Sam turned his boyfriend’s head and kissed him over his shoulder, all tongues and clashing teeth. With his other hand, he reached out for the small drawer next to the cot, pulled it open with a jerk, and rummaged around blindly until his fingers closed around a small plastic bottle. Bucky whined as Sam kissed him, his hand taking hold of his own cock, hard and leaking, and starting to stroke it slowly.

Sam broke the kiss and divested himself of his own jeans and briefs. He kicked Bucky’s ankles apart, both of them hampered by jeans still around the super-soldier’s feet. Grateful that he’d often used the boat as his own private hang out in the past, Sam flicked the cap of the lube bottle.

Bucky let out a sinful sigh as Sam’s fingers, properly slick this time, slid over him. Sam was pressed up close behind him, his erect cock resting heavily against one of Bucky’s buttocks, and when one of those wonderful, thick fingers started to push its way inside him, he whimpered. He felt the drag and made himself relax.

It seemed like only moments passed before Sam’s whole finger was gliding smoothing in and out of him, and then a second was being added. The stretch and burn was delicious, and Bucky rose up on his toes, whining, as Sam made space for himself.

“That’s it, sugar. You take it, yeah? Fuck, so goddamn sexy.”

Sam twisted his fingers, causing Bucky’s thighs to tremble before a ragged cry was pulled from his lungs, and Sam found his prostate.

“Shh shh shh…that the spot, huh? Want you to cum on these fingers, okay? Want you to stroke that pretty cock of yours and cum on my hand, before I fuck you. Can you do that, baby?”

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, nodding at Sam’s words, but unable to use any of his own.

Sam tucked his chin over Bucky’s shoulder and watched as Bucky worked his cock. He then brought round the lube bottle, squeezing it and causing some of its contents to drizzle down onto Bucky’s length. He chuckled when Bucky jumped as the cold gel made contact with his heated flesh. As Bucky jerked himself in time with the fingers pressed deep inside him, Sam spewed filth in his ear.

“So fucking beautiful, Jamie, but only mine to see. Mine to touch. Being so fucking good for me. I feel you clenching me. You close, sugar? You gonna cum for me? You cum for me like this, and I’ll fuck you so hard and so good, you won’t ever think of anyone who’s not me.”

Cries fell from Bucky’s lips as he was carried higher towards his peak.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuuuck!”

His eyes shot open, but all Bucky could see were fireworks as his orgasm took him over, Sam still rubbing over his prostate and whispering in his ear between kisses against his neck. He slumped forwards, his upper body and head supported by the cot, the thin comforter on top soft and cool against face. He dragged air back into his lungs, brain still fuzzy from the wave of pleasure that had crashed through him.

The slow withdrawal of Sam’s fingers, and the distinctive clicking of the cap of the lube bottle, guided Bucky towards reality, but then Sam started to press inside him. Bucky couldn’t help the cries that escaped him, breathy little moans and pants as Sam rocked himself to gain full entry.

“God. So tight, Jamie.” Sam’s fingers gripped his hips, pulling back gently before slamming back in. Bucky’s mouth dropped open, and his own fingers twisted in the comforter as the air was punched out of his lungs.

“Again, Sam. Please?” There was a salacious chuckle from behind him.

“Oh, is that how it is? Jamie-baby likes it rough when he’s getting it?” Sam thrust harder and then ground his hips in a circle against Bucky’s ass. “I can do rough for you, sugar. You just gotta keep making them sweet noises.”

Sam brought his hand down roughly over the meat of Bucky’s ass, bringing up a bright pink mark before setting up a bruising pace as the head of his cock passed back and forth over Bucky’s still sensitive prostate. Small mewls and sighs accompanied Sam’s pants along with the slapping noise of skin on skin.

Bucky could feel the spring inside him tightening again, but he couldn't seem to let go of the coverlet in order to touch himself.

“Saaaam!” The cry of his lover’s name was plaintive, the only word he seemed capable of verbalising.

“Aawww, you dick-drunk, sweetheart? Need me to take care of you?”

Sam pulled Bucky’s body upright, bringing his back against his front. His left hand came up to Bucky’s chest, fingers spread wide, holding him in place as he continued to fuck up into him. His right hand trailed down Bucky’s sweat-sheened body and grasped his cock. He smeared the pre-cum he found there all over the rigid length and started a vicious jerking motion in time with the snapping of his hips. All Bucky could do was take it.

His head was pleasingly fuzzy; he felt all warm and safe. He didn’t need to think because Sam was here. It was Sam who was giving Bucky so much pleasure that he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover.

His second orgasm came over him quickly, the added stimulation from Sam’s hand the last thing that was needed to push him over the edge. His body went taut as a bow-string as he came, his cry soundless as he trembled in Sam’s grip. He was aware of Sam reaching his own end a few rough thrusts later, almost growling in his ear and filling him with warmth.

Somehow, Sam managed to maneuver both of them onto the narrow cot, and they both lay there for some time, Bucky’s back still plastered to Sam’s front, content to be the little spoon. Bucky had Sam’s right hand in his own, holding it to his chest, as if to stop his heart from breaking free.

How long they lay there, Bucky didn’t know, but reality started to bleed back in around the edges, and he pulled Sam’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles.

“How’re ya feeling, doll?”

A sigh.

“Stupid. I got inside my own head and was scared you were just settling – that I was stopping you from having the family you deserve.”

“I do have the family I deserve. I’ve got a wonderful and sexy partner who loves me even if he’s a bit of a jerk sometimes, a new sister and two adorable nephews. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Shut up, man. But I am sorry for being an ass.”

“Yeah, green is not your colour.”

Silence lay between them for a few more minutes, Bucky drawing patterns with his finger up and down Sam’s arm.

“Sam….”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I… umm… wouldn’t mind if you were like that… um… again…possessive you is super-hot.”

“Oh, is that how it is? My sugar likes a bit of spice?” Sam’s affectionate laughter rang through the small space and Bucky turned his head over his shoulder, pouting in mock indignation.

“Shut up and kiss me, Wilson.

“Whatever you say, Barnes.”

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Vicious

Part II

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1891.

Part I

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

P.S. To avoid any confusion, I changed the name Savages -> Vicious.

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The next day you spent doubting your own decisions. Was it really wise to leave everything to Steve? How could he find those students all by himself and deal with your problem? Could he really stop them from acting like that? You thought once again it would be so much easier to ask for a transfer, but you had already given him your word to meet him today at 5. It would be very inappropriate not to come when he was trying to help you.

When the time came, you were sneaking in the student council room as if you were some petty thief. You were afraid people would start talking: if everybody knew who stole your things, they would understand you came to Steve for help like a little girl. It was embarrassing - even in a situation like this. Besides, somebody could be following you since at 5 pm the academy was almost empty.

By the time you reached the right door, you heart was beating as if you had just run a marathon. You really, really hoped Steve found some solution, and you wouldn’t have to be humiliated by the student advisor for wanting to leave the school.

Opening the door, you saw a couple of students on the sofa and quickly stepped away, afraid the student council was still having a meeting, “Ugh, sorry!”

“Come in, please,” Steve said calmly behind the door, and you shyly got in again, watching four other guys staring at you with interest. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“What, they too?” You were so perplexed by his words you forgot your manners, speaking of others as if they weren’t in the same room. “I’m sorry, I mean, I didn’t know you were involved.”

Wait, were they the ones who stole your things? Did Steve bring them here for you?

“No need to be so nervous.” One of them, a guy with long, jet black hair forming waves around his shoulders told you, motioning you to come closer and sit in one of the chairs opposing the sofa where he sat. “We’re here to help you.”

You remembered his name was Loki. A mathematic genius, he was considered one of the top students of the academy.

“That’s right! Come, come!” Seeing Peter among others was surprising, but his smiling face made you calm down a little, and you smiled at him in return.

No, they weren’t those guys who stole your underwear, for sure. Apparently, Steve asked them to join you because they knew something and could give you a hand in finding those bastards.

“Thank you for agreeing to see me.” Feeling a little self-conscious among five different men you'd barely known, you landed on one of the chairs and saw that the other two were Bucky and a captain of the academy’s basketball team, Thor. “Did you find out anything?”

“Yes,” Steve said with a loud sigh, “I know exactly who they are. I can hand them over to the school’s officials and get them expelled by tomorrow, but that’s not the real issue here.”

You felt the chills ran up your back. What did he mean by the real issue?

“Is there something else?”

When you saw Loki smirking at you, you suddenly realized you were among five strong men in the student council room on the fifth floor where most classrooms were already empty. If you screamed, nobody would even hear you.

“Stop it.” Bucky’s angry voice cut through the silence, and you saw him literally burning a hole in Loki’s face. “Don’t make her scared, freak.”

Obviously, he wanted to say something offensive to Barnes in return, but Steve silenced them both with his icy glare. Loki sent him an innocent smile while Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes in irritation. It felt like they were in the middle of some school play, and you bit down on your lower lip, having a feeling something was going horribly wrong.

“The thing is, even if we got those ones expelled, it probably won’t stop the others from doing something similar.” Steve leaned up against a desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “I feel terrible admitting it, but many of our students are completely wild. I’m afraid they might keep harassing you.”

“Oh.”

You averted your eyes, realizing your attempts to find a solution were futile. Obviously, Steve could do nothing - he wasn’t a knight in shining armor, ready to protect you day and night from those delinquents who followed you everywhere. As you thought before, the one thing that could help here was leaving the school for good.

Shit, you didn’t know how to explain it to your family, Even your friends thought it was too bizarre to be true and laughed at your worries, saying you probably lost your things yourself. You would have to find a better excuse for a transfer in the middle of the semester.

“Well, anyway, thank you for trying,” you nodded and smiled apologetically at him as if it were your fault, “tomorrow I will talk to the student advisor about my transfer. Sorry for the trouble!”

“I don’t think it’s real to get transferred by now. It’s passed all the deadlines.” Shaking his head, Bucky raised his voice, and you felt suffocating.

Apparently, you would really have to skip a whole year of school. Explaining everything to your family, looking for some garbage job to have enough money to rent a room and pay your bills... Fantastic.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ve found another way.”

Immediately, you raised your head, your pupils dilating.

“You see, the reason they are doing that is because you have no one to protect you. They know the administration won’t take it seriously because they’re a bunch of old misogynists, and you also have no means of protecting yourself. It would be better if you started dating someone, someone strong enough to make these guys back down.”

Steve looked deadly serious for someone saying such nonsense. A boyfriend? Now? Was he for real? Did he think you'd be using someone like your personal shield? Besides, even if you chose the strongest guy at school, it didn’t mean he would be stronger if several people attacked him.

But when you shared your thoughts with Steve, you saw others smiling at you as if they knew you would say that, and you felt uneasy.

“That’s true. That’s why you need more than one boyfriend.”

“What do you mean? How can somebody have more than one boyfriend?" Puzzled, you stared at him wide-eyed as if he said something stupid.

What on Earth did he mean by that? Were you to have your own squad of bodyguards at all times while you were in the academy? This was so foolish you couldn't believe someone like Steve said it out loud.

But then you caught glances of five men in the room and forgot how to breathe for a second. They weren't serious, were they? Steve didn't assemble all these guys here to make them into your boyfriends. It was preposterous even thinking of that, right?

Right?

"Please tell me it's not what I think it is." You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest as if trying to protect yourself.

"Why are you being so nervous?" Baring his teeth, Loki smiled at you. "Some other girl would be happy if five men were to be her boyfriends."

"It's a joke, right? You're all joking."

You hoped to see any of them laughing and nodding their heads, saying they simply wanted to cheer you up, but all you saw was a guilty expression on the faces of Bucky and Thor and the excitement of others. They really gathered here to offer you this.

"All of us here," Steve looked upon others, becoming a little displeased when his gaze fell upon smiling Peter, "are perfectly capable of helping you. If each of us were to accompany you one day a week, others won't be so brave. I'm sure they will no longer be a nuisance to you if they know what we can do to them."

There was something very dark in the way Steve said that, and for a couple of seconds you weren't sure whether you have to be more scared of him rather than those who was stealing your things.

"But it would be very uncomfortable for everyone, wouldn't it? I mean, going with me everywhere, not using your own time as you'd like. And, well, surely, others will see that we won't act like a real couple, so they might still keep harassing me. I don't think it would work."

Apparently, Loki was bored with this talk, you thought as you heard him clicking his tongue in annoyance.

"Then don't pretend. Act like a real girlfriend. Kiss in public, hug, go to the cinema together, what else girls do?"

"Wait, you mean, with ALL of you?"

"Yeah? Do you think anyone gonna be against it?"

You very much hoped they would be. Being followed by someone like your bodyguard was one thing, but having a real boyfriend was very different. Did they really want to pretend to be lovey-dovey with you? Act like you were close to them?

Oh. Of course, they would. They belonged to the same kind of touch-starved barbaric men they were trying to protect you from. They would do all those things to you, too.

You realized you were crying only when Peter flew off his seat in a hurry and squatted down beside you, taking your shaking hands in warm his.

"Please, don't cry. Nobody's gonna force you into doing anything, I promise. You will only do things you're comfortable with, ok?" Handing you his pearly white handkerchief, he smiled to comfort you. "No one of us gonna say anything."

"And if she starts dating one of us for real? What's then?" It was Loki again, cocking his head to the side and obviously provoking Peter to yell at him.

"We'll be ok with that, too."

The silence felt heavy. As you opened your eyes, Peter's handkerchief in your hands, you realized it was Thor who spoke for the first time, and the way he looked at you softly made you feel a little better. Despite the fact you knew little of him, for some reason, it felt like you would be safe with him - certainly safer than with Loki.

"Naturally, if any of us will bring you discomfort or do something unacceptable, you need to let us all know, and we'll decide what to do with that person." Raising his voice, the head of the student council made everyone to turn their head to him. "We will be meeting here, in this room, if anything happens. Each of us will give you our phone numbers. We will also make a schedule who accompanies you every day of the week."

It seemed he no longer asked for your opinion if you even wanted it to happen.

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"Bucky will be with you on Mondays, Loki on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are Thor's, on Thursdays Peter will be following you, and on Fridays it will be me going with you. Of course, if you need any of us to watch over you on weekends, feel free to contact whoever of us you like more."

Part III

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