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bucknastysbabe · 2 years ago

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your pegging fic with bucky was SO FUCKING GOOD. can you please do another one?? like im literally so into it i was drooling the whole time

as for plot, just making him cry again LOL and overall just having him be a mess because

we love that for him.

thank you thank you thank you!

Bro I am so sorry I have no clue how this escalated. You have another free Bucky railing fic that doesn’t include my brain going wild. But he do be crying and a complete mess. Thanks for asking and I hope you are at the LEAST entertained!

Goes along with Praise Kink

Shadowplay - Joy Division

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3,882

Tags: TW‼️WHUMP, DEAD DOVE, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, OFF SCREEN SUI‼️, Everyone is crazy, the reader is having a Hydra Life Crisis, Lots of ass play, pegging(m!receiving), fem dom, reader is ace spectrum, Bucky is a crybaby overstimulated touchstarved Angel, praise kink, slight dacry, angst ANGST ANGSTTTTT, switching pov’s like me in bed, they do a little Russian it’s called they do a little Russian, Hydra!Reader

A/N: idk man I’m just a vessel, also just liked the idea of there being a lead up to Buckbuck being like I Cannot Compute Anymore You Assholes then his boyfriend Steve saves the day💞 HC: Pierce likes Bucky be in emotional pain so sends him to her thinking he’ll kill the reader. Translations under cut

Russian translations: Милый (dear), блять (bitch/whore), глупая девчонка (foolish girl), Малыш (baby/bb boy), Умница (good boy), да (yes), хуй (cock), Трахни меня (fuck me), командир (commander), Спасибо (thanks/ty), зимний солдат (winter soldier)

To the center of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you.

To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you

The asset knew he had to report to his Komandir. That’s what happened every mission. They tried to tell the asset that Rumlow was his handler now. Rumlow was not his handler. Komandir was. But she had been gone for some time and he needed her back. The strike team leader was reckless and too bloodthirsty, not calculating enough. The asset could not say that out loud.

He trudged through dark alleys and poorly lit streets, rain pelting down on his leather tactical gear.

Nice Komandir. She was nice. The asset had unregulated emotions for her. He needed maintenance badly. First, the asset must give the mission report to her. The fake handler would be monitoring for the asset now, with their dogs and strike team.

Strike team would not find the asset. He will return himself after reporting to Komandir. The asset got intel on her whereabouts. She was relocated in New York under a new alias. The asset could almost smell her, see her, if he focused enough.

His boots slapped through a puddle before launching up a fire escape. The rain poured down harder— threatening to fill up the alley like an ocean. The asset would swim until his lungs gave out. The Director couldn’t take her away, putting her in an swarm of people or in the deepest cave. Because the asset would find her. She had to be locked up. She would never leave the asset.

They took her— he’d decided earlier after reporting to the pretender. The asset’s morale was sinking fast under Rumlow. That’s when the Director informed the asset on his Komandir. The Director had waved a hand dismissively, “Go find her then, do what you must and come back.” He didn’t understand but went out anyways.

I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you.

In a room with a window in the corner, I found truth.

Soldat climbed higher and higher until he was outside her window. He’d memorized it over and over and over and over. The asset grappled onto the thin balcony with a jump, using the moment to swing himself onto the platform. His covered eyes gathered the limited surroundings. A couple of flowerpots, an ashtray on the windowsill, and her familiar face gaping in the window.

The asset wanted to weep, kneel, receive her perfect touch. The asset only got stabs, bloody thrusts, and punches between his bloodshot eyes. Then wiped and put on ice. Although he hadn’t been put on ice much since transitioning to the United States. They had lots of people to get rid of before that. So the Director wiped him more often.

The window opened and her familiar rasp rang out in the rainy night, “Sweet soldier. You must be cold. Come in.” The asset nodded dumbly, shoving himself precariously through the window, contorting his broad shoulders and thighs to get through. Inside was a silent, thinly furnished room.

Cigarette stubbed beside the couch, the television playing something. His blues caught on a blanket and book, her handgun laid on top. Air blew the curtains softly from the window in the corner. The asset whimpered, “Where did you go Komandir?,” he fell to padded knees, “I cannot comply when Rumlow doesn’t have clearance for mission report.”

She cooed and stood tall as always, only clad in a thin gown. Komandir’s lips turned down at the mention of Rumlow. Her hands brushed his cheeks. Off came the goggles, then the mask. The asset’s wide blue eyes followed her obediently. One of her calloused thumbs strummed against his stubbled jaw. She said, “Sweetheart, I’m not officially your handler, not your Komandir anymore.”

He nuzzled into her hand, lips already wobbling. Why would they replace the best Komandir? She learned from Vasily Karpov, Vasily from…from. He couldn’t remember— there had been so many. One that smelled of aftershave and two older men with glasses that made him feel very cold.

She sighed, “They said I wasn’t worth their time sweet boy. I had to go.” The asset believed her, Komandir always told the truth. She knelt down and smiled, tears welling in her eyes. “You’re a star, precious, you shine so bright that not everyone can keep up with it.”

He replied, a ghostly whisper if anything, “The left me to Agent Rumlow. You couldn’t stay under him?”

Fear laced her stern features for the first time. The asset grew uneasy. His programming was screaming, “Maintenance! MAINTENANCE!” Her heart rate spiked rapidly while the agent fumbled for words. He gripped her wrist to bark, “You defected then! You defected like a coward and left me,” a sob tore his throat, “with them!”

His silver hand wrenched Komandir‘s other wrist towards him, her grunting in pain. Her breasts heaved as she panted. The asset glared her down, so many emotions swirling he felt he may explode. She lied to him. Why would she lie to him? Her star.

“Soldat. Status Report please,” she quavered.

Soldat’s tight shoulders relaxed minutely as he listed off, “Physical functions one-hundred percent. Maintenance required as soon as possible. Confusion, dangerously elevated norepinephrine, panic, traumatic response, and- and-,” he bit his tongue to stare. Komandir’s face was wrought with grief.

She murmured, climbing into the asset’s lap, “I need you to slow down comrade. It’s just you and me right now,” she pet his long locks to elicit that chest deep purr, “Can I tell you what happened while I get you clean sweet boy?”

The asset’s lids dropped at her soft body, familiar scent, and wise words. His plump lips trembled while whining, “P-please. I-I’m becoming…defective.”

“I know,” she soothed, “I know.”

In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more.

As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor.

As the former agent pet her broken star her chest constricted with emotions. Pierce knew. The bond between asset and handler had grown entirely too close. He’d spat at her, “That thing is a weapon, not a puppy for you to coddle.” She wanted to tell the Director that a person could only go so long under this treatment before snapping completely. Render them useless to the plan. Whatever that may be.

Surprisingly Pierce had demoted her down to the lowest strike team squadron and elevated the prick Rumlow to be the next handler. The Director’s shiny teeth looked like fangs as he spoke, “I’ll keep you around because of your…skills. Any infractions you’re dead.”

So the former Komandir was a grunt again, under Strike Team Omega. They mainly went around sabotaging small terrorist cells. Soldat whined under her hand again, the woman tilting his wide eyes up. She frowned. Poor baby looked so broken, so lost. He had no clue he was going to leave here without his Komandir.

“Take off your gear, precious,” she ordered.

The Russian divested soldat of his guns and knives, laying them out on a neat line. She asked, “How much are they putting you on ice sweet boy?” His blues grew disoriented as he thought. Mechanical as ever, Soldat’s hands divested his leather top.

“Not much. More wipes. Something is coming.”

Something was coming. Maybe not now but in a couple of years. Pierce had something big. There was a reason scientists were holed up in one the hangars, crews building day and night. So they were over-using the soldier to make sure nothing crept out.

She thumbed the seam of scars along the asset’s prosthetic, the other’s hands jolting at the sensation. His pretty lips opened to whimper. Komandir unbuckled his belt and hummed, “They demoted me. I was with a lower strike team. I couldn’t take it anymore. W-without you I cannot provide anything useful for the greater cause.”

The woman remembered her last point. They were in Zagreb celebrating after a arms dealing commune was torn to shreds. Instead of going home, the team helped themselves to the women in trafficking. Assassins, warriors— dancing fools with these broken women. The former handler left and didn’t look back. She knew nothing. Hydra had a purpose once. It grew rancid just like everything else.

And with cold steel, odor on their bodies made a move to connect.

But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.

Alone in the world again. The Komandir wandered and wandered. Somehow always getting roped back into the underbelly of civilization. She told the silent asset about it. He seemed just as lost contemplating free will.

“I joined a couple of syndicates, former KGB, some widows. I moved around the states and just found no one had a goal. I just try to get by now, my sweet. It’s not pretty out there.”

She wiped her nose, “And to think I’d always dreamed of having you to myself forever. Sick. Selfish.”

I did everything, everything I wanted to.

I let them use you for their own ends.

Tears welled in Komandir’s eyes. She pulled his huge frame close and cried into greasy hair. “I should have got you back, kept you safe, get Hydra back to stage one,” her voice cracked, “I don’t know. I just ran and left them to break you down even more. I-I-I-I’m so sorry Милый, I’m so sorry.”

The Russian knew how this would end. She would die and be a remnant of something unattainable. Perfect was unattainable. Soldat was the closest she would witness and that’s enough. She stroked his wide back with gentle circles, sobs dying.

Soldat’s voice was a dull rasp in the pitch room.

“What would you have me do, Komandir?”

He looked so hopeful. Rage filled her heart, cracking and blistering from exposure. Run with me, start anew, kill that блять Pierce. The woman sat back and put on a smile. She purred, “I would have you relax and let me take care of you, sweetness.”

The asset nodded, unlacing his boots, plates in his arm clacking and humming. The woman thumbed his delicate nose, the thin skin under a once bright blue eye. She whispered, “Such a pretty soldat, perfect soldat.” Silent tears slid down her face. Vasily was probably in a hideout shaking his head. глупая девчонка.

She said, “I’m going to get the bath running, just lay your clothes out and join me,” she shushed his panicked noise, “Just around the corner Малыш.” She padded through the small apartment, ignoring the state of it. Soldat likely cared.

The former agent ran it scalding hot, throwing some lavender in there. She readied a towel and fluffed it. The bath tub was small, but she wanted to pamper her perfect star anyways. She worried her lip, he seemed to be cracking, bad. Too much time off ice and repeated wipes have not been studied. Komandir had never heard him speak so much, all that raw emotion.

Soldat’s hulking frame shadowed the doorway. Knelt down the Komandir beckoned him over. He gracefully clambered into the tub, sitting down with a grimace.

“Too hot?”

“No. I like it hot,” he murmured.

Her eyes roved the beauty of his body, stopping on heated cheeks, full lips, bulky chest, and that beautiful cock. It laid on his belly, a deep red and leaking. His balls were tight but she could see the stress, the heaviness of it. Supersoldiers needed to cum much more than the average man.

The woman grabbed a cup and dunked it to fill it up. Her other hand cupped his knee, thumbing the soft inside. Soldat whimpered again, dark lashes fluttering. She poured the water over his oily dark hair, doing it again until it was soaked.

“Lean up baby.”

She poured some cheap shampoo into her palm, lathering it up. The asset groaned deep in his chest at the contact— nails scritch-scratching away the oils and dirt. He stated, “I’m not supposed to remember you.” His watchful orbs looked up.

“You’re not supposed to remember that you’re not supposed to remember, Умница.”

He bit down on his lip and warbled, “I’m s-scared Komandir. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

You’re falling apart.

“Shh, baby, in the moment now, in the moment.”

He stilled but Soldat’s eyes had that ingrained wide-eyed fear. She washed the suds out and combed through the tangles, earning some pretty sighs. The Komandir found herself lecturing, “What the Americans do not get…you have to make sure your weap- agents are clean and cared for.”

She hissed while scrubbing his wide shoulders and neck, littered with yellowed bruises, “They don’t take care of their prized fist, that’s why poor soldat is feeling down.” He nodded along, shoulders relaxing minutely. Komandir washed down his arms, digging out the blood encrusted into the plates.

She did the rest methodically: Wash the feet, move down to the toes, calves, thighs. Stop. Soldat was mewling and squirming, face trained on her. His lips wobbled, brow furrowed in agony. The asset whined, “Komandir, please, need your touch, help me.” She ran a hand slowly down his trembling belly, palming the swollen cock.

“Soon, Малыш,” she promised.

His bitten lips pouted, but her good boy always listened. She stated, “I was blind that Hydra would keep the original goal alive. I felt more confident leaving knowing that. But I was wrong, sweet baby. You’re the key and they don’t know it.”

Komandir pulled out a straight razor and shaving cream. She shaved his stubble while continuing, “You will be the one to change Hydra. Burn it into the ground or rise above the sham it’s become. That’s your reality, and the time will come. You must not fail now dear soldat.”

He steeled himself, relaxing under orders, vague as they are. She knew Soldat knew he had to wait for the perfect moment. The brunette thanked her in the softest voice when she wiped off his newly cleaned cheeks. The woman cooed, “Never seen a prettier baby. Turn over so I can get everything.”

By the time she’d cleaned and prepped the soldier out he was a mess. He’d come once already, scrabbling at the tile and wailing in ecstasy. Poor thing wasn’t done. Now dry, her perfect soldier rutted against her soft, soft thigh. His pink lips were sealed around her nipple, whining and suckling.

She pulled at his long locks and said, “As a gift,“ she tapped his cleft chin, “Do you want your Komandir to fuck your sweet hole?” The Russian wouldn’t mention it was a final gift. He babbled in multiple languages but the message was clear— fuck me. She smiled down at his teary cheeks and cooed, “Eager baby. I’ll show you what it’s like to be fucked. Not like those jackasses.”

“Mmmh-pleaseee,” the brunette wantonly begged. He rutted against the bedding while the Komandir moved to a chest in the room. The asset drooled, spreading his thick thighs to draaag his achy cock against the too-soft material— eliciting an annoyed whine.

“Almost there my star,” she laughed. There were some noises of clipping and leather. To their ears it sounded like a gun belt or harness of sorts.

She clicked the heavy black silicone into place. There was no other side to stimulate the woman. Same as it always was, it was her precious boy’s pleasure to take, not her own.

Ambling over to the bedside she asked, “Front or back sweetheart?”

“Front, front, front!,” he babbled.

“Okay. When you see me and change your mind just say so baby.”

He made a confused gesture but flipped onto his back, exposing that pretty pink cock again. Drool actively collected on his plump lips at the sight of Komandir’s strap. He obviously had never seen anything like it. Scarred hands gave it a slow stroke, fingers barely able to meet around the girth.

“Well?”

The asset whined her name thinly, begging for her to take him. She climbed upon the bed one knee at a time, hand on the cock, eyes heady and glued on the trembling soldier. She purred, “Are you sure you want it? Reaaaally think baby boy, there’s freedom of choice under all that mess.”

She tried to play it across seductively but the true meaning was laid bare. Soldat’s eyes flicked about the heavy silicone, throat bobbing in anticipation. He began to speak, faltered, frustrated tears welling up. Finally with his head down the soldier croaked, “Please, want you, please.”

“I’ve got you.”

To the center of the city in the night, waiting for you.

She stripped off the gown and tossed it to the dingy carpet. The woman crawled between his legs and kissed a path up to his waiting mouth, puckered tightly. He was vibrating with need, huge arms circling around Komandir’s slim waist. He closed the gap, licking into her open lips.

The woman seized Soldat’s throat with a loose grip, just to stabilize the inevitable freefall. The brunette’s lips were insistent, demanding— like he was trying to take her soul. She moaned lowly, twisting around his probing tongue easily, lips wetly smacking. She nipped his lip playfully, squeezing his veined throat.

The soldier cried out, teeth gnashing against hers as he kissed and kissed and sucked. The soft skin of Komandir’s belly rubbed against Soldat’s achy need, sending pin pricks of pleasure to overstimulated nerves. When she suckled on his tongue, the titanium arm shifted with a shrill whine.

She pulled back breathless, patting the hand once round Soldat’s throat on his sweaty chest. He mewled in frustration, rutting his cock into the air, no release on the horizon. The Russian cooed, “More kisses soon needy boy. You want my cock in you, да?”

Soldat nodded, tears dripping like a leaky faucet down his red red cheeks. The assassin spread his legs wide open, tucking heels against the meat of his ass. Komandir crooned, “Look at you, precious thing, all open and ready for my хуй.”

“Трахни меня! Fuck me!,” he sobbed.

She shushed him with a slight slap to a muscular thigh, wrapping them up around her hips afterward. A once-manicured hand guided the fake cock to the asset’s pink hole, glistening and ready with slick. He babbled, “Oh please- need it, командир, please!”

Without a pause she jabbed the entire length into his eager ass, pretty soldat crying in relief, ripping his big hands through the shitty sheets. She thrust into him deeper, before pulling out with a lurid squelch, then diving back in twice as hard.

The Komandir poured all over her anger, heartache, stupid stupid love, agony into the brutal fucking. The asset’s brown locks bounced around as he drooled and moaned like a slip of a thing getting her pussy split in half. He was in paradise. The woman grunted, smoothing her palms up his ridged torso, “Singing so sweetly baby, you feeling good star?”

“Y-yes,” he choked on his spit, “Gonna cum!”

She cocked her head in surprise, not missing a beat, “So soon, after I milked you out in the tub too? Greedy babe.” More tears leaked at the humiliation, the asset pulling her on top of his writhing body. He nuzzled into her sweaty hair, panting, “Mmmfuck, more, always more, never enough from you Komandir.”

Finding her own eyes growing wet the woman fucked him harder, shaking hand rolling his still swollen balls around. The asset mewled in her hair, getting it sticky with spit. His back was tightly arched as he clung to her. Behavior one wouldn’t see out of a six foot, two-hundred something pound killing machine.

He whimpered, “M’cumming, cumming for you, fuck!”

She seized his newly shaved chin and pressed damp foreheads together. The Russian breathed, “C’mon then, paint me up my precious. Good boys like you get to cum all they want.” He fell apart beautifully, all violent twitches of big muscles and the bloody biting of lips. Cum plastered her belly and even tits. The asset cried for his Komandir, trembling as she licked his tears up.

A feeling of time slipping struck the woman in the chest. In a fervent frenzy she coaxed him onto his belly, the soldier still dazed from the earlier release. The woman propped his ass up, praising the greatest creation of Hydra through her tears.

Die between his beautiful thighs.

She slid back into his sore hole, thumbing around the rim as she watched the stretch. Soldat snuffled, “Спасибо, Спасибо, Спасибо.” The brunette rutted back onto her brutal thrusts, bracing himself on his arms. Constant noises dried his mouth out but everything felt so good. His Komandir, back again to take care of the asset.

The Komandir was drilling his sweet spot dead-on now, moaning softly in delight. She pulled at her precious baby’s engorged cock and cooed in his ear, “Taking me so well, that’s my boy. I love you. You’re going to do big things,” he sobbed and spread out sluttily, “Bigger than me, Rumlow, Director, the whole lot of them.”

The asset was mewling and babbling, nose runny from how overwhelmed his body was. Everything felt like it was getting fucked on his touchstarved body. The cum getting forced out of his balls was spreading all over Komandir’s bed. But he was listening to her words, trying to, hard when he was about to explode.

“Promise me зимний солдат,” she whispered, “Promise me that when the chance comes you take it, okay sweetling? Do it for your Komandir who loves her star very much.” The woman couldn’t hide the crack in her voice at the end. Those gorgeous blues gazed at her like she was good, whole, someone who hung the moon and stars.

“глупая девчонка”, Vasily would say.

The woman kissed his blubbering lips to stop herself from crumpling. He panted, “I promise, I promise Komandir. I will cuh-comply.” He was puffing out weak cries now, twisting underneath her clumsy strokes. She swiped her thumb over the red hot tip of the asset’s cock and watched him spill for a third time, crumpling with a cracking wail. Only a bit spurted out this time.

The Komandir pressed her lips to the center of his spine, chest heaving. She sounded like a broken machine at this point. “Promise me, promise me precious star.” He wept, “I promise, I do, I love you, always follow my Komandir.”

The once prideful woman knew that was the last words her boy should utter. She eased out of his overtaxed hole, shushing him and holding on to that sweet little mewl for dear life. She took off the harness, aware of the soldier waiting. The woman would cuddle up for now, letting the soldier gather her up in his warm embrace. She snuggled tight, imprinting this moment into her soul.

His breath petered out into slow puff, mumbling ‘love you’ sleepily. The Komandir slid from his embrace, padding to the kitchen. Her heart was eerily calm. She knew this had to occur for the greatest creation of Hydra to rise above. His pain would fuel the fire of the future.

She scrawled out a letter, sweet as could be, apologizing for everything. The woman knew she deserved death. She wouldn’t make him do it. Ripping off the Hydra insignia necklace she kept on her neck was placed on the letter.

The woman moved the the couch and grabbed the gun. Shift, click, pray for me soldat, pull.

To the center of the city in the night, waiting for you.

#READ THE TW AND TAGS #answered asks #bucky is touch starved #ws bucky gets his ass rammed #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #hydra trash party #hydra reader #angsty angst angst #songfic

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year ago

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I’m moaning in the therapy waiting room

The ridiculous side of me finds Bucky smoking weed so attractive. Idk why. Sexy high bucky. Horny as hell, moaning mess, deep groans, sweat slicked body Bucky. Heavy eyes, chest heaving, hips squirming, I too high to form a sentence Bucky. Sex anywhere Bucky. Right on the kitchen floor, no fucking clothes on, let anyone walk in Bucky. Too horny to keep his mouth shut Bucky. “I wanna cum in you so bad” broken moans Bucky. Masturbating With his metal hand cause he feels too hot Bucky. Thighs spread apart, tugging his balls, back arching off the bed Bucky. Taking a hit between each stroke, head thrown back, hazy smokey room Bucky.

#bucky x reader #ughhhh buckbuck

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undissolve · 23 days ago

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canonicallyobserving911 · 2 years ago

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Buck & Eddie: Season 6 Love Interests👀?

I noticed something interesting about Buck’s and Eddie’s “supposed love interests” who were introduced during the latter part of 6b.

Eddie

Based on the comments left by GA viewers on social media and post-mortem articles, before she reappeared in 6x17 “Love is in the Air”, most viewers couldn’t even remember who Marisol was or where she came from.

Those who did remember her, made it clear in their comments that her character seemed like she was in love with her brother. Even though she was in 6x5 “Home Invasion”, she was only there for one emergency and while they were inside of the ambulance, Eddie seemed weirded out by her fascination with her brother too. He barely interacted with her while the 118 was on the scene and when he returned to her house with Buck and some other unrecognizable firefighters (still don’t know who they were) to help repair her ceiling, they barely spoke more than one sentence to each other and any other conversations he had with her happened off-screen.

It was different when he interacted with Ana because he had several on-screen conversations with her and he was shown conversing with her four times in season 3 before she reemerged in 4x6 “Jinx” as his love interest which means the GA didn’t have a problem remembering her. He wasn’t instantly attracted to Marisol like he had been with Ana when he went to Chris’ parent/teacher conference with Carla.

Maybe the reason the character of Marisol was chosen to return has something to do with the fact that she’s FORGETABLE. Unlike Ana, who was reintroduced to stick around for a while, it’s possible Marisol was only there to help Eddie SEE who and what is right in front of him and to realize who he really wants to be in a relationship with. If that was the point of her being at the hardware store, then it’s possible her reappearance was so Eddie could rethink his stance on asking her out and that could be the reason why Marisol was chosen instead of Vanessa or Felisa.

Vanessa was the most recent woman Eddie had a date with in 6x14 “Performance Anxiety” and even though she let him down easy, the audience would have remembered her instead of Marisol. Also, Felisa’s emergencies were the only ones included in 6x7 “Cursed” and Eddie actually had an on-screen conversation with her at the end of the episode. It was about the Tsunami and if they wanted to choose her instead of Marisol, they could have. The point is if the show wanted to use someone the audience would have remembered to be Eddie’s love interest, they very well could have but for some reason they chose to use someone who barely even talked with Eddie on-screen this season and he didn’t have an instant attraction to her like he did with Ana; so maybe there’s a reason for it.

Buck

Buck’s past love life was on full display in 6x17 and it appears Natalia may have been introduced so he could realize who’s right in front of him too. She exhibited characteristics from at least two of Buck’s previous girlfriends that makes it seem like she was being setup to be the perfect woman for him but something was off about her especially with the way she kept saying “That’s so cool” (WTH?). The first time she said it was in 6x15 while they were having coffee and he explained the way he died from the lightning strike. Then she said it again when Taylor was on TV right after Taylor mentioned the book she wrote about the 118.

The first comparison can be made with Ali from season 2. The audience doesn’t know anything about Natalia except she’s a death doula. Every time she had a conversation with Buck, the parts the audience saw and heard were the things he said about himself and that could be the reason why he told Eddie, she SEES me. He’s always seen himself through the eyes of the women he’s dated. Her void characterization can be compared to Ali’s because all the audience knew about Ali in season 2 was her job and the fact that Buck and Eddie saved her during the earthquake. Buck even called her Abby and she had to correct him. She was only in four episodes and for two of them she wasn’t Buck’s love interest. She reappeared in 2x8 “Buck Actually” to ask him out on a date but she didn’t appear again until 2x18 “This Life We Choose” after Buck’s leg got crushed by the ladder truck and then she broke up with him because he didn’t want to stop being a firefighter. Natalia is similar to Ali because she asked him out for coffee too but she’s also the opposite of Ali since she appeared to be fascinated with Buck’s job and his death in 6x15 “Death and Taxes” while Ali wanted to run away from it in 2x18.

The second comparison is with Taylor. Natalia’s a lot like Taylor too because she seems to be very career driven and things like death fascinate her while it terrifies most people and it makes them uncomfortable. Buck told her in 6x15, “It’s fascinating. I never knew someone who could spend their life bringing someone closer to death… legally” and it appears Taylor’s fascination with death may have rubbed off on him since she assumed Jonah was a serial killer and she also said it was “fascinating” in 5x17 “Hero Complex”. Most people don’t find death or serial killers to be cool or fascinating so there’s that.

Also, some of the words Natalia said and her mannerisms came off as abrupt or harsh and they caused Buck to retreat within himself the same way he used to do with Taylor. During their conversation about the tip, Buck was genuinely trying to figure it out but she assumed he was flustered after he saw LD. His math powers were gone and he was really struggling but to compensate he tried to play it off. While it may not have been intentional (especially since she doesn’t know him) her comment about “They give you three options right down here” caused him to do something he hasn’t done since he broke up with Taylor. He tried to make himself smaller and he looked like he was struggling to come up with the answer. His reaction to her comment was similar to the one he had in 4x8 “Breaking Point” when Taylor told him he couldn’t stand it when people don’t like him and when she called him “needy”.

Additionally, Taylor told Buck to take care of himself after he broke up with her in 5x18 “Starting Over” and Natalia said the same thing to him in 6x17. She walked over to the dining room table, picked up her purse, told him to take care of himself then she left his loft and he looked over his shoulder at her almost the same way he looked at Taylor after she told him that. The point is Natalia’s introduction appears to have been done to help Buck SEE that even though she’s a little like Ali and her opposite in a lot of respects and she’s a lot like Taylor, she’s still not right for him.

Will either of these characters reemerge in 6x18 “Pay it Forward”, it’s possible since their names are on the synopsis but it’s also possible, they may not be since episode synopses have been incorrect a lot this season. Reminder, the synopsis for 6x1 “Let the Games Begin” stated Chimney and Maddie would go to couples’ therapy but they didn’t and the synopsis for 6x5 stated Hen would talk to her professor even though she did it in 6x4 “Animal Instincts”. Could it have been a mistake to list them? No one will know until Monday but the truth is AK who plays LD and MW who plays TK’s names weren’t in the synopsis for 6x17 but they were there so who knows if Marisol and Natalia will return.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 abc #911 on abc #911 meta #911 speculation #911 #911 s6 #911 season 6 #911 season 6 speculation #anti natalia #anti marisol #anti taylor kelly #anti ali martin #anti ana flores

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steddietogo · 10 months ago

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WIP because it’s Wednesday

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Steve phone pings beside him. He glances at it - sees a text from Robin and goes back to his essay. Then his phone pings again, barely a minute later.

And again.

He scrambles to pick it up as the girl in the opposite desk gives him the stink eye.

BuckBuck: Steve

BuckBuck: Stevie boo

BuckBuck: don't make me call you dingus

BuckBuck: I know you're not in class rn bitch

What's a man gotta do to get some peace and quiet around here?

Dingus: I'm in

Dingus: the library

Dingus: stop fkin spamming

BuckBuck: I got you another appointment

Dingus: What??!?! I TOLD you I have an assignment today robs

BuckBuck: typing...

What if I told you I’m writing a college au kinda inspired by Sex Education

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #see if I finish a single multi chapter fic in my life #mine

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banannabethchase · 1 year ago

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19 buckbucks and hangman (can be some kind of throuple or platonic!)

Braid Lessons

Adam, yawning, stumbles into the EVP hotel suite, ready to collapse into his bed. He very quickly sees this is not an option.

"Why are there two Bucks in my bed?" he mumbles, half asleep. "Usually there's only one of you."

"I'm braiding Nick's hair," Matt says, teeth pinching a hair elastic. "He's getting flyaways."

"Am not!" Nick replies. "Matt's being annoying. He wants to practice his braiding or whatever."

Matt looks at Adam, a very you know how he is, kind of glance, and Adam can't help but smile.

"This mean I don't get to go to sleep?"

"We'll go to sleep soon," Matt replies. "I'm almost done."

Adam watches as Matt braids. It's slow and labored, messy at its worst and mediocre at it's best, but Matt is trying so hard his knuckles are white. It's endearing.

"And there!" Matt says, dropping the floppy braid. "All done." He frowns, noticing the bumps. "Oh, no."

"It's good, Matty," Nick insists, standing up. "Please, for the love of god, let me go back to my room so I can get some alone time."

Matt pouts. "Fine." He watches as Nick leaves the room, and Adam watches Matt.

"Matty," Adam says, as gently as he can, "are you trying to get better at braiding?"

"What? No."

Adam raises an eyebrow and pulls his hair out of his bun. "Is this about that wedding hair thing I saw you pull up last night?"

Matt blushes bright red. "No."

"Matt."

"...Yes." He flops down on the bed. "Braids are hard and I don't want to spend two hundred dollars on a stylist when I know I could figure it out on my own. And I know you haven't proposed or anything yet but," he shrugs, eyes going big and sweet, "I want to be ready."

"Proposed?" Adam says, standing up behind Matt and pulling out what appears to have been an attempt at a braid. "Who says I'm going to do it?"

"Nobody," Matt says, relaxing as Adam runs his fingers through his hair. "But, you know. I want to be prepared."

Adam laughs, low. "Alright. Tell me what else you're preparing for."

Matt talks at a speed nearly impossible to follow, listing venues and invites and people. It's good timing that he takes a second to breathe halfway through the linen options.

"Done," Adam says, laying the rest of Matt's hair down.

"Done?" Matt asks, reaching up. "You - you were actually doing something?"

Adam nods. "Go look."

Matt scrambles to his feet and books it to the bathroom. "Oh, my god!"

"Look at the back," Adam says, taking a photo. He shows it to Matt.

Matt turns to him, the loose hair flying around his face. "These are the Legolas braids!"

"Yep," Adam says. "Two small French braids by the ear, fishtail down the back. Easy as pie."

"You did it!" Matt says. "I - how did you - it's perfect - I -" Matt cuts himself off and throws himself into Adam's arms, kissing him like they're on the bow of the Titanic and not post-match tired in a hotel room.

Adam pulls back to yawn after a bit. "I'm glad you like it."

Matt turns them so he can get a look at himself in the mirror and stay holding Adam. "I look like a sexy elf," he whispers.

"You are a sexy elf," Adam says, leaning down to kiss at Matt's jaw. "You've even got the height down."

Matt splutters in protest all the way into the bed, where Adam gets to quiet him in both of their favorite ways.

#This is pure unadulterated fluff #Like #Make a dentist appointment for this one #HangMatt #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt attrackson #in which sara writes #sarahcakes613

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darter-blue · 2 years ago

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okay I just saw someone reblog one of your "I wish someone would write this fic" and it was amazing!! I am utterly charmed by the idea of seb having kids and chris being famous and how they would just fit and the care chris shows the kid and seb's blushing and argh!

I don't know how long ago you posted it, so if I haven't missed the boat, may I make a request? I am dying for a stucky fic where steve and buckbuck go back in time accidentally and meet themselves from the past before the war. I desperately want to know the reactions on either side and the reveals and everything!

oh and a quick look at your blog (I'm nosey) and it seems you've hit s follower milestone, so congratulations!! my two cents after knowing you for two minutes is that you really deserve it <3 I hope you're having a good time when you read this!!

Hi hi! @buckybarnes-metal-arm so nice to have you on board and thanks so much for all your love 😌

So this is a very late reply ... but it's been on my mind - and it's new years eve! So here you go, a little head canon to get your 2023 started out sweet...

Here we go, bucky and steve go back in time:

Lets imagine this is bucky and steve as steve is chasing bucky down between winter soldier and civil war. So Buck is post brainwash but still recovering. Steve is desperate to find him, help bucky find himself, help get his friend back... his best friend... the only part of steves soul he thought made him real and whole. His bucky.

So bucky is in eastern Europe somewhere, hunting down plums and living his best half life and Steve catches his trail (let's be honest, Nat does and steve follows her lead) and there he is - his bucky. In the middle of a market place and with a bag of freshly bought produce and an 'Oh fuck' expression on his face as he catches Steve's eye and he runs.

Steve chases.

Steve has maybe an advantage in the speed department but bucky knows the territory and its killing Steve that he can see him but bucky won't fucking stop running away

Why!!!!

Bucky. Come on, man.

Bucky gives him that 'fuck off Stevie' face he pulls so perfectly - except its so classic bucky it only pushes Steve harder

He uses a device that coulson had slipped him in secret - when Steve wasn't supposed to know he was still alive and coulson wasn't supposed to know were Steve was but they have their ways

Steve thinks the alien tech will give him the last jump start he needs to nab bucky - and it absolutely does - just also has a bit more kick than Steve was expecting and damn, okay, he's grabbed bucky now, who is frozen in Steve's arms as the world goes blue and then white and then black and then suddenly they are stepping forward (falling really) onto a dark, badly lit street that definitely wasn't the one they were just in

In fact it seems really familiar...

And not at all like modern Hungary. It's more like... it's more like home. Home home.

New York home...

But... the new York Steve really remembers.

'What the fuck did you do?' Bucky is staring at him and his eyes are wide and unblinking, his breathing slightly elevated, his heart rate up- Steve can hear it.

Which makes perfect sense because what the fuck did Steve do? He has no idea.

'I have no idea'...

Bucky is not impressed, of the look on his face is anything to go by. And Steve might be once red about that but his greatest worry right now is that they get off the Street and out of sight of the people around them. Some of whom are staring as Steve and bucky have sort of stumbled out of the mouth of an alleyway, so Steve grabs bucky by his backpack (ridiculously buckled up around his chest? Why does that make Steve want to hug him?) And pulls him back into the alley.

'Steve!' Bucky stage whispers.

'I know,' he whispers back. They need a plan. He looks down at the device in his hand, 'But I don't think I can just press this thing again now...'

When bucky flips their positions and shoves steves chest to back him up against the wall. Well. It knocks the breath out of him. Probably more than it should. Steve probably needs to unpack that later.

'This is your number one fucking problem, pal. You don't think!' Bucky is whisper shouting so close to Steve's ear he can feel his breath. Buckys chest is practically pressed against Steve's. 'Yoy never think.' He says, less a shout this time and more just a whisper, as he shakes his head. His hair brushing against Steve’s cheek.

And God, but Steve wants to lean into him. To put his arms around him. To just melt into him. But bucky is right. Steve never thinks, not when bucky is involved, he just shoots from the fucking hop. And here they are, in what looks like 1930's Brooklyn. And jesus, some poor tiny version of Steve is probably pining just as hard over his bucky somewhere within spitting distance and doesn't that take the cake?

And then of course he hears it, someone approaching the alley, footsteps slowing. Two people at least, judging by the goals footfalls.

Bucky, for whatever reason, wraps a hand over Steve’s mouth and pushes him further into the brick wall. (Steve really hopes Bucky's hearing is not good enough to pick up the uptick in his heart rate at that little maneuver)

'Hey, you okay down there?'

'Stevie let me handle this.'

Oh, fuck. Steve knows those voices.

The sharp intake of Bucky's breath indicates he does too.

'You best step back, sir, let that man go.' Steve, regular old Steve Rogers, before the vitaray, before Erskine, before the war and all the insanity, is yelling down the alley at himself. Held back with one strong hand on his arm by none other than regular old bucky Barnes. The bucky that existed before getting shipped out. Before getting captured. Before dying and being ripped to pieces and remade again.

'Stevie, leave them be.' Bucky is saying under his breath. No clue that the two supersoldiers in the alley can hear every word he says. 'You don't know what they're up to.'

Even in the darkness Steve can see the blush in his buckys cheeks at what that implies.

He can only imagine his old self had a similar blush across his own face. It probably never would have occurred to him to put that together.

Steve reaches up to pull buckys hand away from his mouth, bucky looking him in the eye, expression unreadable, as he lets steve do it, and calls out, 'yep, we're all fine here.'

Which for some reason draws a snorted laugh from his bucky as he hides his face in Steve's shoulder.

But other bucky, old bucky, has moved closer into the alley, hasn't turned away as old Steve had started to. He's cocked his ear towards Steve and has a strange look on his face... 'steve?'

Steve and bucky both freeze.

'Stevie?'

'Buck, what?' Old Steve is pulling on buckys arm now, but bucky is making his way closer and closer. Eyes only for Steve. And bucky and steve are both frozen to the spot. Absolutely at a loss as to how to deal with this.

'Steve, that's you.'

'What'

'I'd know that voice anywhere that's you Steve.' Bucky says, close enough to see them clearly now. 'And that's... I think that's me...'

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck....

Might have to write some more for you another time. Clock just struck midnight here. Happy 2023!

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #my writing #bec answers #lovely asks #head canon

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wormsinmyhead · 2 years ago

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@solventabuse

#buckbuck

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bucknastysbabe · 2 years ago

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The Handler - 1991 - Compliance

A/N: Short lil prequel! I need to get off my angsty shit and write some good ole fashioned happy luv luv hee hee✨

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: Sexual assault on someone incapable of consent, dub-con, twisted rationalizations, abuse of power. HTP. Hydra!Reader, Back in ye ole Siberia, winter soldier Bucky, hand jobs, praise kink, Voyeurism, The Chair, touchstarved buckbuck

Vasily stood unmoving, arms crossed over his chest. The asset looked like a caged animal, blue eyes darting around for unseen targets. Guards moved forward to grab the soldier, now dazed from cryo.

“He’s usually the most vulnerable like this. Meet our prized possession, little girl.”

You nodded along, hiding any trace of fear in your body. General Karpov had chosen you from a pool of willing participants to help oversee the Winter Soldier program. It had been a week since you’d moved to the base. But you liked the respect you received around here, being Karpov’s protege, one day to handle the fist of Hydra.

You followed behind Vasily’s taller frame like a shadow. The asset stumbled in front as they led him to the Chair. Electroconvulsive shocks to suppress memory and make the asset more suggestible to commands. The guards shoved the Winter Soldier into the machine, computers and a couple of scientists standing around.

They shoved a mouthpiece into his snarling face, eyes unfocused. Vasily murmured, “He shattered his teeth in the beginning,” the man handed you a red book, “After he stops screaming you read the words.”

“Yes General.”

The asset’s cries of pain made you flinch, your general frowning down at you. Refocusing you opened the book and filtered through to the words you needed. The shocks echoed through the room along with his howling. The asset’s built chest heaved and he was sweating from exertion.

The headpiece flipped up and off his long dark hair, matted down with sweat. You circled the soldier, prattling off the words needed to activate his protocol. When you finished Vasily handed the soldier an envelope asking, “Ready to comply soldier?”

“Ready to comply,” he responded robotically.

They sent the soldier off soon after, you pondering the strangeness of it all. He was to be retrieving supersoldier serum, recreated by Howard Stark. Then the Winter Soldier program could truly begin, test subjects waiting to join an armada of unstoppable super soldiers.

Then Hydra could become supreme, start a new world. A better one without disorder and deviants. Your chest puffed with pride at the thought of being such an integral part of changing the world. Vasily clapped your shoulder and stated, “Nice job agent. Back to your work, girl. When soldier returns I have to teach you the, hm, intricacies of handling.”

So you went back to work, detailing plans and structure for the new soldiers. How they were to stay compliant and such. There would have to be much testing, but the government supplied plenty of money. Some of the Americans even loaned a spare officer or scientist.

Soldat returned, face devoid of any emotion. He held out the briefcase and stood at attention. You all stood in a tight office, the proximity of the soldier making you wary. He’d been gone for a week without any time in the chair. The brain repairs fast regardless of how scrambled his limbic system might be.

Vasily opened the box, revealing the multiple packets of the serum, smiling contentedly. He murmured, “Good job soldat. Very good job. You might deserve a reward.” The asset’s breath hitched the slightest bit, eyes darkening. The general closed the case and moved to the other side of the desk, reclining in the chair.

You eyed the soldier, then your commander.

“General? Is he not to be put back in cryo?”

Vasily leaned back, a strange glint in his eye, lips turned up. He waved a hand and said, “I told you I have a lesson on handling our precious asset, silly girl.” You frowned in confusion. Karpov continued like the soldier wasn’t even in the room, “He can get a bit riled up. It scares you does it not? Being so close to a precise machine designed for murder.”

You gulped, eyeing the asset’s huge frame. His silvery arm softly clicked in the room. He almost seemed to be vibrating with energy, if one had an eye for it. Blue eyes darting around, seemingly disliking the tights quarters. Finally you whispered, “It is intimidating, yes General.”

“Besides the brain fuck machine, he likes a softer touch in order to comply,” he cocked his head and ordered, “Soldier, mission report.” The soldier listed off the details, the deaths of Howard and Maria Stark and the camera he shot out that would need to be wiped. You frowned at dealing with the Americans.

“Good boy. My agent here will take good care now.”

You fidgeted in place, waiting for further instruction. Karpov kicked his legs up on the desk and laughed, “The soldier is touch starved, swoons like a slut for soft hands. You can keep him out of cryo a bit longer and have some fun with him.” Your face drained of color as you questioned, “You want me to fuck the asset sir?”

“No, just play with him a little. It’s entertaining watching the soldier crumble. Besides, the fist probably hasn’t had a woman’s touch in years. Go on now. This is part of the routine.”

Your heart was thudding in your ears. This was vile to you. Being a woman in Hydra was hard enough, but sexually using the best weapon they had in front of your commander was humiliating. That was the culture you grimly supposed. Vasily probably felt the same the first time and whoever before him.

You stepped toward the soldiers larger frame, staring up into his handsome face. You caressed his cheek gently, murmuring, “I apologize, precious star.” He made a low noise, lids lowering as you stroked your thumb across a sharp cheek.

Your other hand relocated to his lips, thumbing the full bottom one. The asset instinctively opened his mouth, suckling on your thumb with a whine. His breathing sped up, left arm recalibrating with a series of clack, clack, clack. You removed your now wet thumb, closing your mouth to his own.

The asset moaned into your mouth, eagerly licking inwards. You cradled the back of his head, curling fingers into dark locks. Vasily made a pleased hum from behind. The pair of you kissed slowly, the asset seeming to soak up every smack with another whine.

You pulled back, eyes boring into his lust blown pupils. He tried to kiss you again, but you held a finger to swollen lips. Your hand slid down to grasp between thick thighs. You gasped in shock and arousal. He was certainly…above average. The soldier whimpered softly, face begging for more.

“Take him out, big one isn’t he?,” said your general.

You unlatched the belt and many holsters, them dropping to the tile with a thud. You popped the button, his flushed cock shoved into the front of his tac pants. That had to be uncomfortable, you idly thought. He groaned when you gripped the length and stroked one time.

You wanted to ask the quivering man how he liked it, but the burning gaze of your commander shut you up. Instead you cooed while stroking the brunette’s thick cock, “Good soldier, complying so well. So pretty, pretty face, cock, body. Perfection.” He let out a particularly loud moan, legs twitching at the praise.

Your other hand moved back to pulling lightly at his hair, making the soldier flush and pant. His big chest was staccato as you jacked him off faster and faster. You played with his sensitive cockhead, swirling your thumb around the crown and slit. Karpov barked a laugh when the soldier sniffled and whimpered.

“C’mon soldier, good soldier, cum for your handlers. Gorgeous noises, fuck,” you rambled.

The asset thinly keened, “T-thank you!” His body was trembling intensely as you used both hands to work his pulsing cock. You kissed and licked at his neck, savoring the taste while he sharply sobbed. It wasn’t loud but sounded deafening in the small room. Heated wetness covered your hand and belly. Stroking the asset through his climax was longer than expected, him seemingly having an endless load, face crumpled and red as he emptied.

Finally he whimpered and twitched, indication that this was over. Karpov clapped and commented, “Wonderful. Take him to the showers he needs to be hosed off. Took to it well girl, but no need to be so kind.” You nodded in thanks and led the hazy soldier out of the too small, horrid room.

“I’m sorry soldier, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to do that.” You hoped he would respond but was met with nothing. After a moment you commanded, “Soldier, speak your mind.”

“You were kind. Much softer than the others.”

You felt a protective need to shield this beautiful weapon from greedy hands. Only you should be able to handle him, establish a bond that made him ever loyal. Vasily wouldn’t have to know. He’d be busy with the new recruits. You rubbed the asset’s wide shoulders and said, “I’ll never hurt you, precious star. Too important for us all.”

Your heart ached at watching his swaggering walk into the showers filled with guards and scientists. Blue eyes gazed back once and then you wouldn’t see him until next mission. Back to work, cover it up with work, yes. Ignore that crawling, slimy feeling over your skin. Remember, it’s not about you, it’s about Hydra after all.

#dead dove do not eat #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #touch starved #hydra trash party #subby Bucky #Bucky barnes x reader

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