#buckys being too silly again someone get the tranquilizer again

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Bucky: *sees sam fixing redwing* omg is that ur fucking fursona?? Thats cringe!

Sam: YOUR cringe!!!

Bucky:

Bucky:

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Chapter 12

18 + only

warnings and summary - Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ for explicit sexual content: depictions of sub/dom lifestyle and lead up to m/m sexual relationship. If it’s not your thing please keep scrolling. Thank you!

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Is there a word for this feeling? The one that happens when you wake up not knowing when or where you are…

Is it day, is it night? Is this my bed? Is this even a bed? Am I home and if not, how far away am I? So many questions go tumbling around in your head so quickly that you just have to shut your eyes against the bizarre sensation. It’s one of the few that’s happened to absolutely everyone at some point. And as you lie there in bed —yes, this is definitely a bed— you think, no way the Germans don’t have a word for this strange phenomenon.

Inhaling slowly, exhaling even slower, you finally feel it come rushing back to you so that by the time you’ve filled your lungs with a nice deep breath of salty ocean air, the smile that raises your cheeks turns into a silent laugh as you roll onto your side, curling up tight, sliding your hand across the empty expanse of the cool bedsheets, lightly perfumed by the fading scent of his cologne which makes you feel warm all over.

You open your eyes, blinking, focusing, letting the view refresh the last of the memories.

You should have known, you think laying your hand on the pillow where he’d been. You stroke the high thread count like you did his hair and his face as he’d looked into your eyes and your racing hearts settled. How many unnecessary tears were shed for him? How much time was spent worrying that you might never see the man again when all you had to do was trust that no prison could keep Helmut Zemo locked away for long, and you laugh because a year must be a record for shortest maximum security prison stays.

Now, while escaping from the supposedly inescapable is impressive, you can’t begin to fathom how he’s done it and you’re more than happy to keep it that way which is probably for the best as Zemo’s made it pretty clear he doesn’t want you in possession of said knowledge for your own safety. The less you know at this uncertain stage in the game the better. You’re physically far from government detection or any others lookin to recapture the Baron for that matter, still, nothing is ever fully guaranteed.

Luckily it’s hard to feel anything other than at peace as you smile and lazily roll onto your back, stretching your arms over your head before looking down the length of the king sized bed to find the source of light warming your bare skin.

Oh, you smile That’s right.

The matching circular windows are very large and offer views of wild blue water as far as the eye can see. It is the very definition of tranquility.

And just off to the side is a glass door that opens to a large balcony just calling your name. You'll spend too much time out there soon enough you think, imagining falling asleep with a good book and a drink. After all, you’ve got two weeks before you reach France and then it's a quick flight to you final destination of Villefranche-Sur-Mer, according to Zemo.

Two incredible weeks— and to think you’d nearly dismissed that text this morning as nothing but annoying spam.

Luckily something about it brought you back after you'd poured cereal and milk into your bowl. You’d sat at the kitchen counter unable to look away from that single message sent from an unknown number, your breakfast all but forgotten.

It was short and to the point and it reminded you of the kind Zemo used to send what felt like a lifetime ago when the instructions were no more than a time but now there was the added bonus of a location and you were no longer the sole recipient.

The sound of Bucky charging down the hall of his apartment that had become just as much yours since Zemo went away answered the question before it could be asked.

“You got it too didn’t you?” You’d asked him looking up.

Bucky stood in the doorway, hair wet and slicked back from his shower, gripping the towel he’d quickly tossed around his waist and smelling like your body wash which he liked to snag when he ran out of his own. You didn’t mind so much but it was confusing when you were a tangle of arms and legs and other parts that smelled the same…

“It’s a trick. It’s gotta be.” He’d insisted, to which you’d rolled your eyes and considered throwing your phone at his head for saying something so ridiculous. Why would Zemo play a game so cruel. “He’s in the raft” He said your name with a finality that made you reconsider, but when you looked down at your phone again, you knew it wasn’t true.

This was him. This was Zemo.

“Go get dressed. I really think something’s happened.” You’d told him. He’d stood there for a second longer, his face unreadable. But he did turn and disappear down the hall, wet footprints on the hard wood left behind.

You must have been shaking as you waited. You’d been so anxious and your head a mess of worry and hope and fear and hesitation but so much excitement.

By the time Bucky came back dressed in sweats and a t-shirt which bothered you because you wanted him dressed to go, you were completely convinced you’d hear a knock at the door and find the Baron on the other side, you’d always been good at working yourself up into a frenzy.

Bucky had been the complete opposite. You can still see him; a gloomy hundred year old kill-joy.

You remember thinking he might have been a worried at first. A little jealous or scared maybe? Like he’d gotten too used to your life and the return of the man responsible for what you had together could also be the one to see it come to an end which was just silly. James was and would always will be your best friend, but your friendship had long since proven to be more than late night Netflix binging and ordering takeout.

In fact the night before the text, he’d come in long after you’d gone to bed. He’d been gone for nearly two weeks on some grand mission with Sam —off to save the world no doubt.

You were dreaming when he’d slipped in behind you and pulled you close, waking you with the warmth of those perfect lips so soft and full, the touch of his kiss leaving a trail of heat down your shoulder and back, only to flip you over once you were half awake with the strength of that wonderfully dangerous arm. As he pulled your shorts down and found you in the dark, you happily gave in, welcoming him home as only you could, and never once did either of you expect that your unconventional but comfortable life would come to such an abrupt end.

But no, he wasn’t jealous. You knew it because there was something sort of sweet in the look of shock on his face that gave you pause in asking why he was reacting this way.

That, was the look of man conflicted.

As you’d begun cleaning the apartment —certain you’d be leaving it soon— you’d paused and studied him sitting on the couch, alone with his thoughts, phone held in his hand like he’d never put it down. You knew Bucky well enough to know the basics of what he must have been thinking.

The Winter Soldier had been trapped in the living prison of his own body for a lifetime. Now Bucky was forever free to make his own choices. You certainly wouldn’t be the one to persuade him into doing anything he didn’t truly want to do. But you also knew that you weren’t alone in missing Zemo; not after what the three of you had shared and certainly not after what the two of them had come so close to starting.

But that poor dear, somewhat clueless man. For someone who was still adjusting to life in the present day after such a strange journey you tried to cut him some slack. He was still torn, still stuck between worlds. Having to question what he knew about his sexuality didn’t seem like a very fair thing to have to add to the mix, but that’s life. Unexpected to say the least.

He could no more deny his draw to Zemo than he could his desire to be a good person. These things were solid facts; He didn’t want to kill anymore and he was absolutely attracted to this man and presumably others, but yes particularly this one.

But now he was worried that giving in to his own happiness might cost him his friendship with people like Sam, and almost certainly his freedom when he’d only just gotten it back. Not because of being bi-sexual, but, because of, well— Helmut Zemo.

As much as you didn’t want to, you could easily understand the conflict.

Once you’d finished cleaning and packing your weekend bag you went back into the living room and made him look at you. “I know you’re worried about Sam and the others. All those super heroes you know. But what sort of friends would they be if they stopped you from living your life the way you want to live it?”

“Good ones if It means living with an escaped criminal.” His retort was so logical. You hate it when he’s right.

“One that you helped escape before right?”

“That was for a reason. This is all Zemo.”

“Did he really deserve to be in there?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question.”

You did not, so you’d stepped away and gave in, just letting him be.

It was frustrating to say the least but Bucky was not allowed to steal your joy, no matter how true it all was. Unfortunately, he was very much tied to that joy.

When you’d rushed back down the hall almost forgetting your tooth brush, he’d finally gotten up and gone into the bedroom but you'd ignored him, not out of anger but because It broke your heart to think you’d be leaving him alone to his own misery. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but if you absolutely had to you would.

Zemo was the man you’d loved long before you met Bucky, you would not put the Baron aside for another person's moral dilemmas, even if might crush your heart. You would leave and send word of where you and Zemo were and hope that he could join you in time but you had to see Helmut, you couldn’t ignore the message.

However, Sargent James Buchanan Barnes could be a real man of surprise when he wanted to be.

As you finished cleaning up, tears in your eyes for what you would be leaving behind, he’d come into the kitchen with his own black duffle bag and tossed it down on the floor.You’d spun around at the sound of it hitting the tile and kept it together but you could have screamed you were so happy.

He gave you that “don’t say anything” look so instead you just flashed a brilliant smile and kissed his cheek which he dismissed as if he didn’t love it, but you saw the way his eyes lit up. He could have hidden it from someone else who hadn’t spent the last year living with him but not you.

“It’s not permanent. I can’t stay no matter where he’s taking us. But, for a little while I think it’ll be all right."

“Of course!” You weren't pressed, you'd just talk him into it later because as of that minute you’d been too elated to care about time.

*

“So what the hell are these instructions?” You’d asked Bucky in the cab out of the city

“I have an idea.” He said shaking his head a little. He was clearly thinking ‘what have I gotten myself into’ which made you laugh. You could hear Zemo in your head, his answer simply being ‘Trouble’

“Well where are we going?” You’d asked anxious to know more.

“I don’t think we’re staying in New York if that’s what you’re asking.”

You’d quickly looked back at the city, watching the bridges fade behind you, wondering if you’d see them again. There was a strong possibility that it would be a while before you did.

As expected, Bucky knew his stuff. You were definitely leaving the city. The instructions were a time and location as you’d guessed but you hadn’t understood that the second half were coordinates and not for the cab.

When you got out of the very expensive car ride— which you charged to that handy little black credit card that had magically appeared in your mailbox about a year ago (thanks prison daddy)— the two of you stood in what looked like no more than an old shipping yard.

“Come on, I actually know this place. We need to go this way.” Bucky said with his head down and eyes up, his serious face looking every bit the superhero he was when he wasn’t with you. It always made you laugh a little. This was the same guy who also sat around in his underwear watching reality competition shows with you eating ice cream…

“What’s this way?”

“Room.”

Cryptic. They always love being cryptic you’d grumbled following him, feeling on edge as you’d snaked your way through the maze of shipping containers and storage units.

As you came near the water, the rusted out rectangles did in fact clear and the narrow passages opened up giving enough space, or as Bucky had said, ‘room’ for a blacked out helicopter to rise up. It was the sort of midsized military grade machine made for traveling long distance and sitting inside was a pilot-- the sort who deals in silence and cash only transactions.

“What exactly did you tell Sam?” You’d asked once you were in the air with your headset on. “I��m sure you had to tell him something to keep him and anyone else from asking questions.”

“That I finally decided to take a vacation” Bucky’d said, his voice clear in your ears as he glanced at you. He didn't have to ask for you to see that he really didn't want you to make fun of him for it either.

“Ha! And he bought that?”

“I think so. He said it was— a good look for me.” He mocked Sams tone.

You’d laughed rubbing his warm arm and laying your head on his shoulder agreeing with Sam whole heartedly but for very different reasons.

About an hour or more in you’d fallen asleep only to be startled awake by the sound of Bucky’s humorless laughter just in time to see your destination come into view.

“I knew it.” He’d sneered looking through your window.

“Oh my god” You sat up leaning forward peering down at the white oval in the expanse of blue.

“Of course.” The way Bucky could detest Zemo’s opulence would forever amuse you. He’d sat back refusing to look anymore, as if you weren’t about to land anyway.

“It's perfect,” You’d insisted.

“He’s such an asshole” He'd grumbled but you’d caught the little twitch of a smile.

“Shut up Bucky. It’s amazing”

“Its a god damned yacht!” His voice gone high with the absolute offense of it all.

All you could do was laugh.

*

You lie in bed remembering stepping out of the helicopter, your bags tossed out and the bird in the air so quickly it’s like the pilot was never there.

“Still think this was a good idea?” Bucky’d asked as if anything about this might have changed your mind.

Impressed by the private landing pad on the highest deck but already aware of the delights that were undoubtedly waiting below, you’d just smiled and gave his cheek a pat. “Come on.”

Bucky grabbed both bags and you’d led him down the steps and onto a massive deck of beautiful pale wood lined with low white couches at the far end, blinding in the bold sun. Beneath the overhang was a large wet bar, with glasses already set out and an ice bucket, the neck of a champagne bottle greeting you.

“Please miss. Allow me”

You’d both looked behind you, startled to find the old butler Oeznik coming up from the center stairwell.

Poor thing, you'd nearly toppled him, throwing your arms around his neck but you really did adore that wonderful old man. He’d just laughed and hugged you back welcoming you aboard.

You thanked him but no sooner had he offered had you forgotten all about his hospitality.

Your back had been turned when you heard your name said with the soft accented voice that you had missed, craved and imagined for so many months…

“Helmut.” You will never forget what it felt like to turn and find him.

He stepped from the shadows and into the sun and you can still feel the way you’d bit down on your bottom lip to keep from crying.

Those eyes, that hair, his smile; so subtle and sly. You’d nearly forgotten that you could in fact go to him. He wasn’t just a man made up from your lonely daydreams but flesh and blood and so perfectly made.

It took him drawing his hands from his pants pockets— linen pants of all the casual things— to break the spell.

He’d opened his arms to just the right size for you and there was no holding back then.

What had it felt like? You try to remember now, but it's useless. You can remember him pulling you in as though he couldn’t stand another second without you close. You’d closed your eyes inhaling his scent as he touched your face and hair, his fingers brushing along your neck and shoulders. It’s so lovely and primitive the way touch and smell can become the thing that reunites and reacquaints us. You were like two animals in the wild and you’d gasped at the feel of his face gliding against yours, and his arms so tight around you until he'd pressed his forehead to yours whispering things you couldn’t understand as you held onto his forearms giving in to the thin line of tears that fell from your eyes. It was an unexpected moment of reconnecting. You knew you’d missed him, but this was so much more. You’d felt ready to submit to every command so quickly it honestly surprised you. The warm touch of his face against yours, his breath along your neck and finally his lips meeting your own was and will always be your first experience with what people describe as coming home. And then he’d pulled back, looked you in the eyes and simply said “Hello”

You couldn’t say anything back. You just watched him look past you and saw how his expression changed. You still can’t place it… “James.” The way he said his name. God it was so beautiful. You’d turned in Zemo’s arms and saw the look on Bucky’s face. There were tears in his eyes that you’re not sure he was even aware of.

“Zemo”

“How was the ride?” He’d asked politely.

“Fine.”

The tension was charged. There was unfinished business between them that they would need to work out on their own, but you hoped they could do it quickly.

And then Zemo raised his hand in offering. He had after all sent that text to two people.

Bucky hesitated for longer than he needed to, but when he did come forward and gripped the Baron in what he’d assumed would be no more than a handshake, Zemo smiled and pulled him in. He’d let go to hold Bucky by the back of his head for a moment gazing at his face. “I actually didn't expect you” He said sounding relieved.

Bucky gave in to his own feelings and reached out, gently grabbing Zemo’s waist. “Well Im here.”

“So you are.” He’d said, the pressure of such strong feelings for his soldier bubbling at the surface, desperate to be released. But he just stroked Bucky’s jaw with his thumb and smiled before looking down at you. “And now that you are, let me show you both around.”

Sitting up, you rub your eyes and find your clothes tossed all over the place mixed in with Zemo’s.

As he’d attempted to show you and Bucky the ship and explain your route, his hand would linger on the small of your back. He would find your curves as he talked about the endless amenities the yacht had to offer until neither of you were sure if he was talking about you or the boat. By the time you’d come down to the cabin deck, he’d pulled you close from behind as Bucky went on ahead unaware. Zemo grabbed your hips exhaling against your ear and you’re fairly certain it was the moan you let slip when he ever so gently pulled your hair, tilting your head to the side as he whispered something to you in Sokovian that got Bucky’s attention.

“James, please help yourself to anything at all. There are more comfortable clothes in the room here. If you’d like, Oeznik can help you find whatever you need. But— it has been a year since I’ve seen her.” He’d said his grip on your hair easing a bit as he stroked his fingers down your back. “As I’m sure you understand a year without a woman like this is a year too long.”

There was a tense few seconds between them and you worried you'd been wrong about the jealousy, but Bucky's face relaxed as he looked around Zemo towards the back of the yacht. “Was that a bottle of Longrow scotch I spotted in that other room?”

“Ah.” He seemed impressed with Bucky’s keen eye. “18 years." Zemo smiled.

“Perfect.” Bucky winked and slipped past giving your cheek a quick pinch.

After that you don’t even remember getting into the room. One second you’d been standing in the hall lost in a wash of furious kisses and the next he had you over his shoulder charging down the hall to the master bedroom practically kicking the door in.

He’d sat you down and you’d both gone wild pushing and pulling at your clothes only just breaking away from one another’s lips to actually undress with a few anxious smiles, some excited laughter tossed in until finally you were naked and then….

You hide your face behind your hand now remembering how good it felt, even though it’d been strange to have another man inside of you after so long.

There was no sign of your former lifestyle this time as he’d fucked you so perfectly. This time, desperate as he was, Helmut was gentle. He’d picked you up and held you between the wall and his own body, finding you easily, moaning into the space between you as he watched your face. He seemed so pleased to see you react to his attention as you once had, because yes, he was another man— he was the Baron and no one could ever take his place.

You’d ended up in the bed on your back nearly in tears from the feel of being under him after so long apart. Not until he’d felt you nearing your climax did he slip back into his natural state of dominance and only just enough to make the orgasm stronger as he’d closed his lovely fingers around your throat and looked into your eyes as you came and he’d whispered your name “I love you…"

Thank the stars that man is free, you smile wide now letting the lasting pleasure ripple through your body.

You look up and say it to yourself again letting the truth of him being here and you for that matter ground you. This day has been a whirlwind and until this moment you’ve been flung from one emotional state to the next. This is the first time you’ve been alone to process it and you are thankful, but the moment is short lived because Helmut’s escape was no small feat and you are not the only one ecstatic about his return.

Eyeing the closet across the room you feel a twinge of a different sort. Helmut is a planner, you’re certain there’s nothing but extraordinary outfits just waiting to be worn and you decide very easily that it’s time to get up and celebrate his freedom and address the very sexy, very annoying tension between the two men you love most in all the world before it consumes them both.

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setting off ; stucky x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 2,463 words

summary — in which steve and bucky get the happy ending they deserve with their best doll.

warnings — implied smut, fluff, talks of starting a family, no curse word i think?

pairing — stucky x fem!reader

a/n — pretty self-indulgent lol,, feedback is appreciated and asks/messages are open!

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“Can someone at least give me a hint of where we’re going?” Y/N whined for what would be the fifth time in the last hour. She had been asleep for the first three hours of their travel, but now that she woke up she struggled to return to slumber so instead she ate some snacks as she begged her two boyfriends to give her a faint clue of where they were going.

Steve was currently driving to their destination; he was exceeding about five kilometers the stated speed limit, which was enough evidence that he was excited to reach the end of their trip. Thankfully, the pick-up truck they bought allowed two more passengers beside the driver in the front so she was sandwiched in between the two super soldiers.

“It’s not a surprise if we tell you where we’re headed, doll,” Bucky swatted her thigh playfully, before gulping down the rest of his water bottle. “It still would be,” She argued as she swatted his thigh too, “You can tell me the location of where we’re and I still would be surprised with the actual place we’re gonna be staying at.”

Pissed with her logic, his metal fingers tickled her sides, causing her to attempt pushing his hand away, giggling as she squirmed further into Steve’s side. “Stevie! He’s being mean to me again!”

“Knock it off, you two!” Steve scolded them, chuckling to himself when they settled down immediately and both pouted at him. “Are you sure you’re our boyfriends and not our babysitter?” Bucky giggled at her comment, even pecked her cheek to show how proud he was of her remark.

The former Captain America playfully rolled his eyes as he sighed, “And here I was pulling up to our destination when I should have gone here alone and not show you the present we got you.” Upon registering his words, she sat up straight and twisted left and right as she excitedly asked, “Your present? What did you get me? Please give me a clue! Please, please, please!”

Bucky laughed at her pumped up state, bopping her nose he assured her, “Well the only clue we’ll give is that we looked and searched hard for this gift of yours — we knew you had to have the best one.” Pouting and nose scrunching up in confusion, she turned to Steve and before she could even speak, he was already saying, “What Buck said is true, we hope you like our present.”

Pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek — she wanted to kiss his lips but didn’t want to distract him from driving — then a short, teasing kiss on Bucky’s lips she reassured them, “You both know I will always appreciate whatever it is you give me.”

Covering her eyes with his flesh hand, the former Winter Soldier smirked, “Well the only way to find out is when you see it. Keep your eyes closed for a while okay?” She whined but was quickly being shushed, “We’re pulling in now and you’re about to see your present!”

Once she felt the car come to a stop, she clawed at the hand that was shielding her from seeing her present as she thought she was permitted to look at it. But as she was being guided out of the truck with the hand still covering her eyes, she felt that maybe it still wasn’t the cue for her to see it.

“Okay stand there, are you alright?” Steve asked after guiding her to stand at a certain angle. “I’m fine, Steve! Now show me already! I’m getting impatient,” She was about to beg their ears off until Bucky slid his hand out of her eyes and she gasped out upon seeing the house. “Here you go, doll. Our brand new home.”

Her eyes became glossy as tears were peeking out, as she turned over to them and choked out, “A lake house?” Steve nodded, wiping the tears off her eyes before they got the chance to spill and kissed her lips, “Yes, doll. Your dream lake house.”

“We chose a secluded one so that way no one can complain when we’re too loud at night,” Bucky’s cocky reply was short-lived since Steve hit his arm which only made their girl laugh and hug them both. The two took her tight hug as a sign that she loved it. Removing himself early from the hug, Steve called, “Come on now! We still need to show you around the house!”

With every step she took, she clung onto each of her boyfriends’ hands tightly. The white coat of the house made her feel even more serene. Having multiple levels, she wondered about how many rooms there were, “How many floors and rooms are there? There seems to be way too many.”

“Five rooms, excluding the game and theater room that is. And there are two stories plus the basement.” Steve recalled as he opened the front door, the sight of the living room immediately greeted her. Soft couches, neat fireplace, and bookshelves beside a vinyl player greeted her. Sitting down on one of the seats, she giggled when the mattress was soft enough that it almost engulfed her completely, “I love this so much!”

Bucky picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, “Wait ‘til you see the kitchen!” Placing her back to stand on her toes, he showed her how they fulfilled her dream kitchen of having two refrigerators, two ovens topped with an incredible gas stove, as well as a spacious countertop for when she baked and cooked for them. Smiling, she hugged Bucky and kissed his bearded cheek, “I love it so much! ‘M gonna stay here all the time now.”

Perking up at her statement, Steve smirked as he offered his arm for her to hold on to, “May I show you my favorite part of the house?” Finding it silly with how fancy he was being, she tangled an arm around his, while her other arm stretched out for Bucky to hold on to and his bionic hand laced with hers, “I’d love to see it, Mr. Rogers.”

Opening the black, wooden door, she was shown the master bedroom with a bed large enough to accommodate the three of them. “You cheeky bubba! The bedroom?!” She laughed as she plopped herself down on the soft mattress.

You’d think despite them being centenarians they would be stiff and boring, but the way they jumped in the bed and tickled her sides or rubbed their beards on her neck to elicit even more giggles from her suggested that they were more lively than you would suspect.

“Stop! I concede,” The last word was prolonged into a squeal with the way they were attacking her gently. Taking mercy on her, they stopped as they laid beside her, an arm draped over her figure as they traced her skin with their fingertips.

“I love it,” She spoke, filling the tranquil silence, “Thank you so much for this. I love you both so much.” Bucky cleared his throat and kissed her tricep, “Well this was something we hoped you’d love. And something we wanted to give you, as a thank you.”

Both super soldiers agreed not to mention the little part he slipped up; Steve smacked his flesh hand and groaned a bit. “As a thank you?” She sat up as her eyes shifted over between the two men. They followed her as they sat down too and explained to her, “Buck and I have come to realize how much you have sacrifice for us.”

“The way you stood up for me when the whole Accords happened,” Bucky continued and recalled how she stopped their airport battle when she stopped them upon uncovering the truth and seizing Zemo for discovering his plans. “You fought and stood up for me when everyone else was convinced I was the bad guy.”

Her hand caressed his cheek — her touch had cured him of his terrible association with physical contact. Images of when HYDRA treated him horribly in Bucky’s own time vanished from his mind every time he physically came in contact with someone thanks to her gentle handling of him and her incredible patience. He nuzzled his cheek into her palm, she was about to speak until Steve spoke up, “When we said that we wanted to step down from being Avengers, it was because of you.”

“Me?” This shook her to her core. She knew about their exhaustion with all the fighting that they had to do in order to save the world — everytime they needed to be patched up and taken care of, she’d done all that for them without complaints. But never did she imagine they would quit being part of the team for her, “I’m so sorry if I made it feel like you have to do all this for me.”

Sensing her panicked state, they both calmed her down as Steve rubbed her thighs while Bucky massaged her shoulders to settle her squirming body, “It’s not like that, doll. I should have been clearer with what I meant.”

Managing to relax, she looked up at Steve with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, encouraging him to speak his mind, “Buck and I talked about how tired we are. All this fighting — even though they all were for a good cause, of course — has started to take a toll on us. Not just physically, but emotionally as well,” He cleared his throat as he felt himself beginning to tear up, “It was evident that we badly needed an exit from this lifestyle that was forced upon us.”

“But we somehow got a hint that maybe there would be no way out for us,” Bucky continued when Steve stared at him to go on, Y/N too followed his gaze and looked at him, “That maybe it was set in stone that our fate would be to fight in battle forever.” Her heart clenched and fell into pieces at that thought. “What a cruel fate that would be, love,” She sympathized.

“Then you came along,” Steve resumed with a smile on his lips, “We now found a reason to keep going and fighting. Because we wanted you to live safely and feely.” She thought that what he said would be impossible to top off with the way her heart was beating wildly against her chest, lips pursing as she pouted in adoration. But Bucky wasn’t going to let anyone — not even Steve — outdo him so he pressed a kiss on the top of her head as he spoke sincerely, “We wanted to give you the life you deserve. A life far from danger and uncertainty. So we bought this secluded lake house — giving us the chance to be ourselves and do whatever we want.”

What Bucky said was a close runner up to Steve’s words and she couldn't help but coo at their word as she tried her best to wrap her smaller arms around their hulking figures, “I love you both! So so so so much! I’m incredibly blessed to have the two of you in my life!” Wanting to snap out of their dreamy state, Steve clapped his hands, “Well how about we prepare our lunch.”

Excited at the thought of preparing a meal in her new kitchen, Y/N jumped off the bed with a smile as she scurried off to the kitchen, “I’m gonna make us some sandwiches!” As the two two super soldiers looked at each other after both taking note of how excited their girl was they both thought of the same thing — they made the right and best decision.

After munching down the delicious turkey avocado sandwich with chipotle mayonnaise, they all retired to the deck; both Steve and Bucky were lounging around on one of their chaise lounge chairs as they were clad in their swim shorts while Y/N swam around for a bit on the clear, warm water.

“I can get used to always swimming,” She stated once she reached the top of the pool’s ladder and walked towards them, sitting down on Steve’s lap as she drank some of the iced tea they had prepared. “I, on the other hand, know that I can get used to seeing you in your swimsuit,” Bucky wolf whistled as he openly gawked at her bikini-clad figure.

Despite being with them for quite a few years now and getting used to Bucky’s playful behavior, she still gets bashful when she’s on the receiving end of Bucky’s silver tongue. She clicked her tongue at him as an attempt to weakly silence him, “Bucky Barnes! You and your silver tongue; someday I will catch you off guard the way you do to me.”

Steve decided to join in but unfortunately it didn’t help her cause, “Oh doll, I love you but we all know you get flustered even at the mere thought of flirting at us.” His arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he placed a kiss on her shoulder, as if he was comforting her; which Bucky found amusing as he chuckled. She hit Steve's shoulder as she scowled at Bucky, the two then decided to end their playful banter against their girl.

Upon being signalled to pull his chair closer to where Steve was sat, Y/N played with Bucky's metal fingers as she laid her head on her other boyfriend’s chest, “I love you both. Really, I do,” She lifted her head to kiss Steve’s slightly chapped lips deeply before muttering, “I love you, Steve.” To which he said the same without missing a beat.

“I love you, Bucky,” She declared before leaning over to kiss his lips with the same passion and vigour. “Can’t wait for this new chapter that’s waiting for us,” She sighed out, blissed and content.

Steve’s warm palm caressed her stomach as he spoke with hope, “Who knows? Maybe we can start our family now.” She knew it was something he wanted — even way back in the 40’s he was already hopeful for a family of his own. Bucky, however, always wanting to spite and retort Steve just for the sake of it quickly countered, “Or maybe just adopt a bunch of dogs so the house isn’t too quiet.”

Y/N laughed when both her boyfriends stuck their tongue out and made silly faces to tease each other even more; breaking up their fight, she turned to them and reassured them, “No matter what lies ahead, I know we all can agree that we will venture it together.” And the silence laced with the content smiles they had on their faces gave her the confirmation that indeed, they will go through it all together.

[pxndmonium]

Home

Summary: while laying down in the middle of the fire, too wounded to get up, Bucky remembers his motives to always come back home.

Warnings: a little hint of angst, mostly fluff, mentions to thirsty moments.

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

A/N: here's my little thing for @mariessecretfantasies 500followers writing challenge under the prompt "no grave can hold me down, I'll crawl back to her" (work song, by Hozier). Images and gifs are downloaded from Pinterest, if it belongs to you, just let me know! Big chunks of text in italics are memories. Also, that's my first time doing reader insert and not an OC, so please, enjoy! ❤️✨

Bucky watched you from the distance. You were laying lazily around his bed, daydreaming of tranquil days with no war and no bad guys, helding your hand up against the sunlight beaming trough the lacy curtains that casted it's beautiful shadows of flowers and leaves on your soft skin. You smiled at him and it was like being hit by a truck, you were all love and kindness and he got himself thinking that he didn't deserve such affection. In those doubtful days, you would shower him in compliments, in motives for why he was so deserving of deep love, you would brush away each remnant of insecurity with your lips until he was nothing more than a sweaty mess in tangled sheets, heavy breathing while you worked on him slowly.

Little did the others knew that Bucky liked being tamed sometimes, by your hands only, his girl, his lover. The woman that held his home in her collarbones, her lashes, the soft cupid's bow on her upper lip, the back of her knees and elbows. You. Entirely, imperfect, stubborn you. You were his home. His moon and stars, the coffee to wake his stiff muscles in the first hour of the morning, the someone to come back to after a long mission. You were bewitching at every breath, every sweet little word spilled over your naked bodies in the dead of the night when he just couldn't keep his hands to himself and would lure you into his trap of pleasure, waking you up with his pretty face burried deep between your thighs, devouring you with his whole mouth.

"Bucky, do you copy?!" Sam screams trough his communicator.

The scent of sulfur burning his nostrils to the brim, everything around him looked like hell on earth with livid reds and oranges, flames engulfing him, slowly approaching his tired body. The explosions not so far seemed to be under water on his buzzing ears, his eyes taking their time to try and focus. The heat was starting to make his skin ache and he observed the bodies around him, their flesh long gone from their carbonized skeletons.

"Hurry up, Sarge! The food's getting cold!" He can hear from the bathroom. T'was a long time since he had seen himself without the long dark-brown strands and the beard covering his lower face. Bucky was surprised he still had a jaw under all that.

Going into the kitchen, you were with your back to him, working effortlessly on flipping chocolate chip pancakes, his favorites.

About to scream at him again, you turned towards the living room and stopped dead in your tracks, gasping at how different your lover was. It was no surprise to tell that on that very day, you almost burned your kitchen to the ground because you was too eager to taste him, to touch him, to run your curious fingers trough his now short hair, to rub yourself on him to try the new softness of his shaved skin.

"I need someone on Barnes now!" Sam screams again, flying in circles around the flames he just couldn't get in, trying to find Bucky.

No much time later, a friendly face hovers above him, the Maximoff kid smiles at him and touches his forehead. She sees what he's remembering, the reason why he recalled those sweet memories. He wanted to part thinking of her face. His pulse slowly decreased and he could barely breathe now, yet, this silly smile was attached to his face, eyes staring into the sky with a loving expression. He thought he was ready to go, but was he really?

"I know you are tired", she whispers into his ear. "She won't be mad if you really need to go, you know that?"

He knew. Oh, how he knew. You were too good to even be mad about anyone, his self-destructive actions, his lack of experience on human socialization. Even when Sam would pull pranks on you, you just laughed your lungs out with him, you enjoyed laughing at yourself, you were pure. And you were going to move on from him.

Another failed mission. They were supposed to be back in four days but now it was almost two weeks that they were out. When they got back, before he could even step inside his room, you had your arms and legs wrapped around his torso, shyly crying in the crook of his neck.

You were so scared, you told him later, that he could be lost in action, or captured again, or worst, dead, that you spent days curled in your bed, crying. You knew how his job was, you understood, you were there when Tony sacrificed himself for his family, for his planet. You mourned over Natasha's death alongside with Clint and his family, they managed a little funeral with pretty flowers you thought she would like and the kids burried their favorite stuffies, poems and drawings with auntie Tasha. You were always there when he got back from his missions, waiting him with a bathtub filled with steaming water and good old session of cuddles. He always slept better in your arms, hearing your steady heartbeat.

Bucky was in that state of induced coma for his body to heal, the doctors had said. You didn't left his side the very next moment he was brought back by Wanda's powers, she held him in a circle of healing, making him float since she didn't have the muscles to carry his sturdy body. It was the second week of his sleep, Bucky had twitched his fingers on top of the sheets when Sam traded places with you so you could take a good shower and put on more warm clothes, the winter was coming slowly but the cold breezes were deadly already. When you got back, doctors were all around him and they looked at you with relief. You didn't understood right away, the reason that they got out of the room so quickly once you entered and made you way back to the side of his bed.

Then it hit you. And him. He could not just give up yet, he wanted to be with you again, forever. And so he did. He needed to wake up, even if he had to crawl back to you.

His eyelids were fluttering vividly, his fingers searched for the soft sheets underneath him, sweat pooled in his neck and forehead. When they jolt open, there's only your angelic face hovering about him with loving eyes. The first thing is his hand reaching out for your cheek, caressing the tears away carefully.

"Good morning handsome", you smile. "I thought you wouldn't come home this time." You admit, starting to sob mercilessly, he chuckles softly and plays with your hair, pulling it away from your face as he pulls you closer to lay down on his chest.

"I'll always come back to you, y/n."

[oliverwxod]

Just a little bit of your heart (Bucky Barnes) - Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Its kind of a frat boy!Bucky fic but he’s not really the stereotypical kind xx

Warnings: slow burn, eventual smut, swearing, broken families, pinning and angst

Summary: Y/n and Steve have been best friends since birth, it was only natural they went to the same college. Bucky is Steve’s room mate who has a big reputation around campus as being the typical college fuck boy. Bucky has never been in a committed relationship and he wants to turn his image around and become serious. When Steve starts blowing Y/n off, Bucky and Y/n come to an agreement to help each other out of their situations. 

A/N: Okay so this is a new fic I'm writing, this is just a section that basically explains what the whole pic is about, also the new update makes the format look terrible on mobile so I'm sorry about that. TAGS ARE OPEN SO MESSAGE ME IF YA WANNA BE TAGGED xxx

Prologue // Part 1 // Part 2

Saturday nights were a huge thing to Y/n and Steve. They had been best friends since birth, spending almost everyday attached to one another, it wasn’t a surprise they ended up attending the same college. It was rare to ever see one without the other, almost everyone on campus knew that and they were rooting for them to finally make an official couple. 

"What are you doing here?" Bucky asked, opening the apartment door wide, face etched with a concerned frown.

"Hello to you too" she spoke walking straight past him happily, her grin tugging at her face in excitement. Bucky watched her go, confused, why was she so happy? Steve wasn’t even home.  

 "Steves not here" Bucky spoke following her into the kitchen, where she had placed a couple of full plastic bags on the kitchen island. 

"Well I thought I'd surprise him after work, cook him his favourite food because he's been so distracted recently, thought he could do with a night off, plus he always cooks dinner for me." she shrugged. She was so proud of herself for the idea to surprise her best friend, knowing he was going through a stressful time recently.

"Y/n... Steve left work early and he's on a date right now" Bucky said almost hesitantly, he wasn’t sure if she knew or not, or if Steve told her and she had forgotten. Steve normally told her everything.

She stopped her actions, coming to a still before facing his with a bemused look, a twisted smile replacing the previous grin.

 "What?" She was taken aback, he could tell, Y/n had been and always would be an open book to anyone and everyone, you didn’t even have to know her to tell what she was feeling, it showed on her face.

 "He's on a date. Did he not tell you?" Bucky asked surprised but catching on to the fact Steve had in fact not told her, he hated to be the one to break the news to her, knowing how important Saturday nights were to Y/n and Steve. 

It was unusual for the pair of them to be apart on a Saturday night and it rarely happened, it had been a tradition since they were kids, the only exceptions being family holidays. 

"Uh... I must have forgotten" she spoke looking away and shaking her head, giving out a laugh to try and hide the disappointment she was really feeling, but it was too late. 

Although they weren't exactly friends, only knowing each other through Bucky being Steve’s room mate, Bucky wasn't a heartless person. He could tell she was upset, playing it off like it was nothing.

 "You didn't know." He stated the obvious, no matter how convincing Y/n was trying to be.

She nodded silently. 

"Oh well. It's about time he finds someone serious.." She trailed off. She looked at the bag of food she had placed on the counter, now feeling silly and maybe a bit humiliated, the bag sat on the counter mocking her as she tried to think of something to say to break the awkwardness slowly surrounding them.

"You hungry?" She asked. 

Bucky nodded awkwardly, never really having spoken to Y/n for more than a couple minutes. "starving" He spoke, the truth was Bucky had already eaten, but he knew she could use some cheering up, even if he didn’t really know her.

"Good, I hope you like Pasta" she spoke. 

He nodded, going into the fridge and pulling out two beers, handing her one. He could do this, he thought. He could spend time with one of Steve’s friends and help cheer her up.

Bucky had a reputation around campus. He was the quiet, mysterious frat boy who went to the biggest most talked about parties of the week, he was the guy who could hold his drink until he was many Russian vodka shots in. He was the guy who had slept with a lot of the girls around campus, the man who could not be and would not be tied down by anyone, no matter how many dates he went on or how hard people tried to change him. But nobody really knew anything about him. No one knew the real him. 

“It’s my go to” He spoke, giving her a small smile.

 She nodded appreciatively at him as he stood, watching her work her way around their kitchen as if it were her own. 

"So... how long have you been in love with Steve for?" Bucky was shocked at his own words that fell from his lips. 

She choked on her beer staring wide eyed at him. No one had ever asked her such a bold question and the last person she was expecting it from was Bucky. 

"W-what! I don't... I- why would you say -” she sighed, putting her beer down on the counter and frowning at her own stuttering. “Is it that obvious?"

 Bucky nodded smirking. “Yep"

 "Shit. Does he- do you think he knows?" she asked, feeling pathetic that Bucky had seen her be blown off by Steve for a date and now finding out she had loved Steve since they were kids.

"No. He definitely doesn't know" Bucky spoke. They decided to leave the conversation at that, both of them silently agreeing not to bring it up again. 

"Surprised you're not out tonight" she spoke, as she pushed a couple pieces of pasta around her plate, her appetite had diminished since the moment she learn’t that Steve wasn’t in. 

"Well... I’m trying to clean up my act. Realised I'm getting no where In life drinking and partying... plus I think I've slept with most people who go to revs, it's getting too awkward to go there now" he stated, giving her a small smirk. Y/n appreciated his efforts in trying to cheer her up, she could tell he was bitter about his so-called reputation. 

 "Charming" she spoke laughing. 

"Don't know how long I'll be able to last until I give in" Bucky spoke eyebrows pulling into a mocking look. "a man has needs" he shrugged as her face was twisted in a wry smile.

 "At least you're trying... Maybe... maybe we could help each other?" She spoke carefullynbefore cursing herself for not thinking before speaking. 

"Woah... What do you mean?" Bucky asked looking taken aback as his mind jumped to conclusions. 

"Well I need to move on and you need to stop sleeping around and find someone serious... We could help each other out!" the idea was sounding great in her head, she just wasn’t putting it across in the best way. 

 "How?" 

"We can wing man each other. I'll help you find the perfect girl, you help me find  someone who doesn’t want commitment so I can get over Steve, and I can stop you from having sex with strangers!" 

"Doll, are you suggesting we sleep together?" He asked amused. 

"What!" She looked shocked, partly because of the name he just called her and partly because of his absurd conclusion. "no! I didn't mean it like that. I just meant I can help you clean up your reputation around campus by helping you find someone serious and you can wingman me to help me find someone I can have meaningless sex with to get over Steve.”

"Okay I see what you're saying" he spoke nodding briefly as he thought about it. He wasn’t sure he could actually clean up his act but he could always give it a go.

"And?"

 "It could work" he shrugged. 

“So do we have a deal?” she asked, now fully discarding her fork and standing up to throw the rest of her food into the bin.

“We have a deal” Bucky replied, standing up to put his bowl in the sink. 

“good” she spoke, meeting his eyes. 

“great” he smiled, chuckling slightly. 

Bucky couldn’t understand how he had gotten himself into a deal with Steve’s best friend who before tonight he had barely spoken more than 5 sentences to. 

TAGS: I hate myself for starting a new series before finishing another one, I'm sorry, let me know if you don’t wanna be tagged xxx

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Right Person, Wrong Number: Part 10

Fandom: Marvel (Wrong Number AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a break up with the love of your life, you move to New York City to pursue your dream of photography. There, you end up getting a text from an unknown number.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Bucky took you to his preferred pizza place, Rita’s. Rita herself greeted Bucky with a smile and kisses on his cheek, “Mama Rita, this is Y/N. Y/N meet Mama Rita.” the older Italian woman immediately engulfed her in your arms and pressed two kisses on each cheek. 

Bucky then ordered his usual and guided you to a table, “Sorry ‘bout her.”

You shook your head laughing, “No, it was fine! She’s lovely. Just unexpected is all.”

He nodded, twiddling his thumbs, “So, uh, I honestly don’t know what to say. I mean, we’ve been talking for some time now and I like to think I know a lot about you, it’s just-”

“It’s weird, right? Seeing each other in person like this?”

He agreed, “Yeah, but it’s thrilling? If that makes sense, I mean, you’re...so beautiful.”

You hid behind your hands, your cheeks heating up, “Uuugghh!”

Bucky’s face crinkled as he laughed, “Aw, c’mon, doll. Lemme see that beautiful face,” he took your hand, pulling it away. You looked at him all cute and shy, “There’s my girl,” he murmured.

“You’re so charming, it makes me mad!” you say teasingly.

He laughed, “Why?”

“You’re handsome, funny, and charming. It’s unfair!”

“You think I’m handsome, huh?” he asks teasingly leaning towards you across the table. 

You push him back, “You’re alright, I guess.” you tried to keep a straight face, but you failed. You ended up bursting into a giggle fit, unknowingly making Bucky’s heart soar. 

You two had spent hours at Rita’s, not that she minded. You didn’t even realize how late it was until Wanda texted you saying she was leaving work now.

“I didn’t go back to work!” you say in shock, “Why didn’t anyone call me?”

“Sam probably charmed your boss into lettin’ ya have the rest of the day off.”

“He’s a sneaky one, that Sam.”

“Don’t I know it, doll.” you two then fell into a comfortable silence. You stared at each other, taking in the sights before you. Bucky leaned forward, grabbing your hand and holding it in his, “I really enjoyed today and I really, really like you, Y/N. Think we can do this again?”

You nodded, “Is tomorrow night too soon?”

He chuckled, “I was thinking more of tomorrow morning, but that sounds good to me.”

“Tomorrow morning? Really, Bucky? I’m sure you’d get tired of me by then.”

He squeezed your hand, “I don’t think I will, Y/N.”

Moments later, Bucky paid and you two headed out to the cool night of New York. The city lit up and the honking of cars in traffic filled the air. Bucky grabbed your hand again, you happily accepting the warmth of his skin against yours, and you two walked towards the metro station.

As your hands swung between the both of you, Bucky spoke up, “So, do you see this really happening? Me and you?”

“Do you? I mean, I’m not some rich model or owner of a big company. I’m just some girl who loves photography and-”

“That’s just it. I don’t want you to be a model or owner of a big company, Y/N. I just want you.” 

The sound of genuinity in his voice made your insides melt. How is it possible for someone to be this perfect? “I really like you, Bucky, and I would like nothing more than to see where this relationship takes us.”

He let out a breath of relief, “Good. I mean, great! That’s-That’s great!” his fumbling made you laugh and his entire body relaxed. He loved hearing you laugh. To him, it was the equivalent to angels singing.

At some point, you stopped walking and that’s when Bucky realized you had reached the subway station. His body then sagged dejectedly, he really didn’t want this day to end. He was enjoying being in your presence, hearing your voice, and most of all, rolling his eyes to your silly and sarcastic comments. 

You noticed the sudden imaginary cloud form over Bucky’s head. You gently set your hand on his cheek, “Hey, don’t get all sad on me now. We got a second date tomorrow morning.”

Bucky tried to hide his smirk, “I thought you said tomorrow night?”

You shrugged, “I changed my mind. I really wanna see you again and as soon as possible.” you found yourself leaning up against Bucky, your hands resting on his chest.

Oh so naturally, his arms circled around you. This felt right, standing here in Bucky’s arms, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. This is what you’ve been missing out on for months and now you have it. You can’t imagine going on without this feeling. 

You tiptoed and Bucky leaned down so you could peck his cheek. A big smile made its way to his lips. You looked each other in the eyes again, and you both leaned in for a kiss. You’ve kissed people before but this? This was different. You could feel the connection between you two. The spark that you two had grew bigger, forming a flame, a red hot fire.

You pulled away before it became too much, “Woah.”

“I’ll say,” Bucky says with a smirk.

You cleared your throat, “I, uh, I should go now.” You began to descend the stairs, but Bucky spoke up.

“You know,” you turned around, “I could, uh, give you a ride home?”

Wanting to spend time with him just a little more before the day ended, you immediately nodded and ran back up to him. Your fingers automatically intertwining with his. 

Epilogue

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[television-overload]

Literal words that pop out of my mouth as I'm watching this episode of AOS:

(I'm watching this a little late, but whatever.)

Um, excuse me Mr. Talbot... Are you the Winter Soldier? No? Didn't think so.

Honestly, I'm glad Fitzsimmons is choosing to protect each other at all costs. Thank goodness.

Still do not like Ruby in the slightest, even though she is a fellow shipper of Fitzsimmons.

I hate this freaking ball of gravitonium

HOLY GUACAMOLE PHILINDA IS MAKING A COMEBACK

*Deke acting all cool around Daisy and wearing body spray* Me: "DEKE YOU SILLY BILLY, WHAT A GOOFBALL"

But for reals I think its cute that he has a crush on her, but I don't ship it.

Can't wait till Fitzsimmons finds out their grandson got himself shot

What is with space objects sucking people in on this show?

UM DID I ASK FOR AN INFINITY WAR COMMERCIAL I WASN'T PREPARED FOR THIS RIGHT NOW ACHFJIGIKRF I LOVE YOU LOKI

Woah, okay, back to the show...

"Mmm" MACK AHAHA that side eye

Next up: everyone finds out Deke is their grandson... Please?

"When in doubt, get a bunch of lemons..." New life motto

Can someone give poor Talbot a break?

I bet Daisy ships Philinda

They just need to start doing the opposite of what Robin's drawings show.

Woah woah woah May was not kidding when she said she had pent up aggression

Wow, Hale, maybe next time you should listen when someone tells you your daughter is insane

Watching Fitzsimmons getting beaten up is hurting my heart 💔

Ruby is a punk and I despise her with every fiber of my being

Yo-Yo is such a fighter. Poor kid.

I thought Talbot said "Red Room" like Black Widow and stuff, but he said "Red Rum." Darn. I got kinda excited for a sec.

Is this how Robin's mom dies?

Ohhhh yeah I'm pretty sure it's going down...

Sidenote: Talbot's little hair curl is cute. Superman-esque

Robin def knows what's about to happen

ACK I NEED ANSWERS

"Because I--" What, Deke?!?!?!

"Shut up, Lemons" ~Mack

I KNEW IT!!! AGAIN!

Well that is...terrible. Robin is so tragic.

Commercials really kill the mood.

And we're back. Time to save Fitzsimmons. Quickly.

I do not trust Hale one bit

If Ruby stays on the show as a Shield agent, I may go bonkers. That would make me eternally angry.

Just in the knick of time, Fitz. I'm not happy that Ruby got what she wanted, but at least my babies are safe.

AWWW FITZ IS SHIELDING SIMMONS OH MY HEART

What is with Deke and citrus?

Uh oh spaghettio. "We've been breached."

Yuck I hate Ruby so much. I can't stand her. (Or the actress, really, but that's just my opinion, its fine)

I hope I can quote Admiral Ackbar in a bit and say, "IT'S A TRAP!" Fitzsimmons, please tell me you rigged the thing to subdue Ruby.

Yikes, maybe I shouldn't have watched this at 2 in the morning. Ruby is creepy as all get out. This is the stuff of horror movies.

Hydra is a big gigantic group of idiots.

Floating Ruby has unnerved me to no end. I'm gonna need to turn on some lights. I'm alone in my dorm room and it is dark.

Welllll... Its safe to say I'm not sleeping tonight. Freaky blue eyes dude got squeezed to a pulp.

Yet another sidenote: I totally ship ScarletVision and I cannot wait until Infinity War. 1 week till I get to see it.

(And also, Sebastian Stan is a gorgeous human being, along with Tom Hiddleston... And literally every other member of the Avengers.)

Can the whiny, entitled teenage villain please learn from this mistake and understand that HEY! Maybe she should have listened to the adults. (This is coming from a teenager by the way. Glad I was raised right, jeez.)

This is some creepy stuff right here.

They need to tranquilize Ruby I think while they work on figuring stuff out.

Dad!Mack returns again with Robin

If they figure out how to un-program Talbot, maybe they can bring Coulson back into the Avengers films and un-program Bucky (if he hasn't been fixed already)

GASP NO, TALBOT!

Mmmm okay destroy Ruby. She creepy.

EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART

Woah woah Coulson with the Hydra lingo. Nice.

I hope that was an icer Mack used on Talbot

Ruby is definitely the Destroyer of Worlds

NO STOP HURTING DAISY

At least she didn't melt Daisy's face like she did with her bad boy Hydra boyfriend. I feel like we're moving past that too quickly.

Yo-Yo needs to take a step back

Ah! Yikes! Ew! Nearly Headless Ruby

AW HEEEECCCKKKK NOOOOO

Bye bye Earth 🌎

Happy Earth Day, I guess. (Well, on the 22nd)

Okay, but DID you save the world, Yo-Yo? That remains to be seen.

Not this alien mumbo jumbo again

Okay. We made it. I really need sleep, but we made it.

Now all I really wanna see is everyone else finding out about Deke! It has to happen sooner later!

Anyway, this has been another installment of me live reacting to Agents of Shield. Good day. Or... Good night or whatever.

[lady-thor-foster]

Good Boy, Stevie // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, a tiny bit WinterWidow and ScarletVision Word Count: 3.7k+ Warning: Language, fluff, Slooow burn, Sub!Steve, Dominant Reader   Summary: Steve discovers he really enjoys you on top and in control. Pietro and Sam find out a little more about Bucky Barnes than they ever wanted to know. Wanda is a surprising supporter of *ahem* kinky things.

A/N: You really thought I was going to leave you hanging on ‘Oh Captain!’ like that? I’m not that sadistic. Okay…maybe I am but this story practically begged me to write it. Who am I to refuse?

Previously on Oh Captain: Good Boy, Stevie // Part 2

It’s been three weeks.

It’s been three weeks since you absolutely rocked the hell out of Steve’s world. Every moment alone he had he spent reliving the feeling of your grip on his jaw and your thighs around his waist. Every night he exhausted himself to the memory of you whispering ‘cum for me, Stevie’ in his ear. Every morning he had a raging hard on he spent way too way too many damn hours in the gym or on the track trying to work off. Passing you in the halls between mission briefings and operation updates and seeing that sly smirk on your lips wasn’t helping matters at all. He felt like he was losing his mind. He might actually be losing his mind. He didn’t know what to do anymore.

Steve had never been power hungry; he knew being Captain America was a great responsibility and he accepted it. He loved taking care of his country, fighting so that kid he used to be, that kid he still sees in the mirror, never had to deal with bullies again. He loved fighting to protect a nation of outspoken runts with a strong moral compass had a chance to change the world. But sometimes…sometimes he wished someone would take care of him. Then he met you.

Since that night, he’d been trying to get up the courage to talk to you. He wasn’t exactly sure how to approach you. Your collective responsibilities as Avengers and Agents of SHIELD kept the promise of a second date and the promise of ‘next time’ hanging in the air. What happens now? What if it wasn’t good for you? What if you changed your mind? What if you met someone else? His anxiety had been particularly brutal to deal with lately.

“You don’t understand, Buck. I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop dreaming about her. Stark was in the middle of showing me a new weapons defense system for the Compound and all I could think about was how good she felt around me. I’m pretty sure I accidentally called Nat by her name during training once,” Steve confessed. Bucky couldn’t help but snort at his best pal’s dilemma. They were currently in the gym (when are they not, honestly?) working off some steam from Bucky’s latest mission. Steve seemed so wound up over Y/N. Women of SHIELD had a particular way of wrapping a man around their pinkie fingers. Bucky understood that more than words could express.

“Oh-ho, Nat noticed. She’s never going to let you live that down, punk,” he laughed.

“Jerk,” he shot back, “What am I going to do?”

“Do about what?” came the voice of a very grumpy Sam Wilson. He leaned against doorway with a furrowed brow. He was exhausted; how he was still standing and functioning after the insanity of this last month was unknown to even the gods. He looked like hell. And considering he’d just finished running 10 miles at the orders of Captain America, he felt like hell too. Goddamn super soldiers.  

“Steve’s all twisted up over Y/N. He hasn’t quite figured out how to talk to her after she fucked him silly,” Bucky replied, “You look like shit, man.”

“Yeah well, not all of us are lucky enough to have super soldier serum to keep us going after a 3 week long grueling mission in goddamn Siberia,” he snapped. Bucky chuckled wryly.

“Do you always use such fowl language at 7 in the morning, Sam?” Steve asked, laughing at his terrible pun. Sam shot him a dirty look.

“Give him a break, Wilson. [Y/N] is the first time he’s been laid in months since Sharon broke up with him. He doesn’t know how to cope with anything other than exercise.”

“Just because the Capsicle here was in hibernation for-fucking-ever doesn’t mean everyone else is as well rested. I need my sleep man!” Sam Wilson might have been a well-trained soldier but he was a man who took his sleep seriously.

“Language!” Steve chastised.

“Bite me, Rogers,” Sam hissed. Bucky just snickered at the both of them.

“Give him a break, punk. He did just come back from a 3 week long mission in the frozen tundra of Siberia. Let the poor man have a nap.”

Steve sighed. Maybe he had been working everyone a bit too hard. [Y/N] had him twisted in a bad way. Bucky was right: this was his issue. It wasn’t fair to make everyone else suffer just because he can’t get up the courage to speak.

“Alright, Sam. Go get some rest, you earned it.” Sam visibly slumped forward at the prospect of passing out in his bed. Mock saluting the two super soldiers, he all but raced to his quarters. Bucky’s amused snorts echoed through the gym. Steve couldn’t help but crack a wry smile.

“Do you want my advice?” Bucky asked.

“No. I’ve just been standing here venting about her for no apparent reason. Of course I want your advice.” Steve replied sarcastically. Bucky just chuckled at his best friend; dramatic was always Steve’s forte.

“Just talk to her. Isn’t that what you told me about Natasha? ‘Just tell her how you feel’?” Steve just looked at Bucky incredulously. Surely it couldn’t be that simple?

“Yeah, punk. It really is that simple.”

“After all these years, I still don’t know how you manage to read my mind like that.”

“I know you.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll talk to her. But if this goes sideways, I’m blaming you,” he said. Bucky held his hands up in mock surrender as he backed away from his friend. Laughing softly, Steve watched him grin like a Cheshire cat and slink out of the gym.

If Steve was slowly going nuts over memories of the two of you, you weren’t faring much better.

You dreams were littered with depraved thoughts of Steven Grant Rogers on his knees before you. Your sadomasochistic brain kept conjuring images of him bound to your bed, ass up with cherry red cheeks. The sting in your palms was imagined so often, you could virtually feel it. You could still hear him whimpering underneath you. Your libido practically screamed at you to bed Steve again. Fuck.

Clint and Natasha caught you zoning out of meetings so much they started taking bets on how soon you’d get caught. (There were currently six hundred dollars in the pot.) Getting your hands on Steve again wasn’t just a want; he was your poison and antidote.  Luckily for you, the universe was on your side. You couldn’t have known it then, but soon you’d be able to have Steve in every which way you so desired.

Today started out normally: morning workout, breakfast with whichever Avengers and agents were off mission, briefings, mission planning and debriefings, status updates and training then lunch. Following lunch, you oversaw new recruit training and finally you were done for the day. After cool down yoga and a hot shower, you liked to relax buy cleaning your guns and sharpening your knives at sunset. It was more than just making sure your weapons were always field ready; you’d discovered that tranquility of was found in repetition of routine. Cleaning and prepping your weapons gave you time to de-stress while keeping your hands busy.

You’d just finished loading the clip into your last gun and flicking on the safety when a tentative knock came at the door. The screen on the wall revealed a mildly nervous Steve bouncing on the balls of his feet. How cute. After giving FRIDAY the go ahead, your door slid open.

“Y/N!” he started, “I wasn’t sure you’d be in.”

“I’ve got a few of weeks of downtime and prep before SHIELD sends me on a two month mission with MI6 in London. You coming in or not, Rogers?” you asked. He grinned at you sheepishly and stepped into your room. FRIDAY closed the door behind him. You could feel his anxiety spike the moment the door shut. For just a moment, you could see the man underneath the serum clearly. Barely ninety pounds, adorable and shy around women; you ached to have him writhing beneath you.

Steve felt like he was nineteen years old again. His body might have changed but a part of him would always be that spry runt of a man who could appreciate a powerful woman. Something about the way you looked at him made him feel small in a way that he loved. Something about you made him feel like he could just be an unencumbered Steve and you’d take care of him. He wanted that. He wanted you.

“What do you need, Rogers?” you asked suggestively. You knew what he sought from you, you just planned to make him work for it. The double entendre wasn’t lost on him at all. His cheeks were tinged with pink; he refused to look you in the eye.

“I was wondering…if maybe…we could—I was wondering if maybe we could talk?” he asked. He could feel a brief surge of confidence; Bucky was right, telling you how he felt was the best course of action. He hoped. Double checking the safety on your gun, you put it back in your weapons cache. The pregnant pause blanketed the air around you as you made yourself comfortable near the foot of your bed. You gestured at the space next to you; Steve took his seat obediently.

“What’s up, Stevie?”  At the sound of that otherwise simple nickname, his cock twitched. One of these days he’d start remembering going commando with you around was a terrible idea. He could feel his ears burning furiously.

“I want…you,” he whispered. He could sense you grinning like a cat that finally captured its prey; your smirk radiated satisfaction.

“Not everyone is lucky enough to have serum enhanced hearing, Stevie. Care to speak up?” It must have been something about the way you teased him…you suddenly found yourself inches away from mildly defiant baby blue eyes. His soft full lips were mere millimeters from yours; the sound of heavy breathing was the only thing heard.

“I want you.” The timbre of his voice sent shivers down your spine. As much as you wanted to mount him right there, you had to be sure this is what he really wanted. Snaking your arm up to his short hair, you curled your fingers and tugged his head back. He offered no resistance as you exposed his throat. The urge to sink your teeth into his skin and mark your territory was almost blinding. You could hear him breathing harshly; a quick glance to his lap revealed a ready and eager hard on. Was he…going commando? Fuck.

“And what is what you want…Stevie?” you purred. He closed his eyes briefly and groaned inwardly. You’d hardly touched him and he felt ready to explode. Opening his eyes, he met your gaze. He reached for your other hand and guided it to his throat, squeezing ever so softly. He groaned again. You bit your lip in effort to silence yourself. His large hand dwarfed yours around his throat, yet you’d never felt so in control.

“I want you…in control. I want this.”  There was no hesitation in his voice. In fact, it was the most confident he’s sounded since he set foot into your room. Here he was: Steven Grant Rogers, Captain fucking America, gifting his willing and eager submission to you. You swallowed hard; goosebumps covered your skin. When you seduced him all those weeks ago, you never could have imagined this. You never could have even dreamed to imagine this.

Squeezing the sides of his neck softly, you watched his eyes fluttered closed. “Are you sure, Steve?”

“Call me ‘Stevie’, please,” he whined. That sound went straight to your core. Releasing his throat, you pulled his face closer. Flicking your tongue out, you nipped his bottom lip; the wetness in your panties was threatening to soak through. His breathing hitched at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his flesh; you were so tempted to lose yourself in his kisses. Unbeknownst to you, Steve could actually smell how turned on you were. Thank God for the super soldier serum. You let go of his hair and forced yourself away from his sinful mouth.

“Okay, Stevie. Before we do this, we have to set some ground rules. But before we can do that, I need to know how much of this you’re aware of. How much do you know about what you’re from asking me?”

He half rolled his eyes at the absurdity of your question. “I’m over ninety years old, I’m not dead. I know what I’m asking for, Y/N.” The snark laced in his tone irked you. He wanted to be cute. You gripped his jaw in your hand and leveled him with your gaze.

“Don’t sass me, Rogers,” you hissed. He gulped audibly and nodded. You freed his jaw.

“You’d be my first, but I’m not entirely new.” Cocking your head, you looked at him and considered the weight behind his words. You could work with this.

“Are you familiar with the color system?”

“Yes.”

“Recite it to me.”

“‘Green’ means I’m all good. ‘Yellow’ means slow down or I need a break. ‘Red’ means stop immediately,” he replied.  

“Good. Are you comfortable with any particular titles?”

“I figured I would leave that up to you,” he murmured. His shyness was back. Why was it so endearing?

“This is as much for you as it is for me, Stevie. Do you have anything you’d prefer to call me?”

“I like ‘Miss’.” The fact that he could hardly say it without blushing sent goosebumps across your skin; he was so adorable.

“‘Miss’ it is.” You pushed him backwards onto the mattress and mounted his hips. His eyes widened at the sudden yet pleasurable pressure on his cock. Bracing yourself on your forearm, you ran a gentle thumb across his bottom lip. You could feel his heart racing in his chest, a mere echo of your own. 

“You’re so pretty, Stevie,” you crooned. His cheeks stained pink under your heated gaze and soft praise.

“You think so, Miss?” 

“I do. You looked so pretty underneath me last time. I wasn’t sure I’d get to see you again.” Despite your confident demeanor, a small part of you worried if you might have been too much for the good Captain. It pleased you so much to know that wasn’t the case. Steve tensed underneath you; he wasn’t sure how to explain that he’d spent the last three weeks with his cock in his hand imagining you having your oh so wicked way with him. Your watchful eyes didn’t miss a thing.

“Is something wrong?” you asked worriedly. When he didn’t immediately respond, you sat up and crossed your arms in front of you. If he changed his mind about everything now, you wanted to be prepared. Rejection was a bitch to deal with. Steve’s eyes met yours; the emotions swirling behind his gaze seemed to scream for understanding but you couldn’t grasp any of them.

“I need you to use your words, Rogers.”

“Stevie,” he corrected softly. You smiled warmly at the shy man underneath you.

“I need you to use your words, Stevie. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

“You are,” he whispered. You arched your eyebrow in confusion. Sitting up and pulling you close, he took a deep breath and continued, “I couldn’t get last time out of my mind. Every free moment I had to myself I spent thinking about you…about everything…I wanted. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Really?” you half whispered in shock. He nodded, eyes shining brightly. “And what do you want?”

“I want to be with you. I want to give myself to you, to let you take care of me. But I want to take care of you too, not just in the bedroom. I want it all,” he admitted.

You weren’t entirely sure how to process his confession. Excitement coursed through your body; he wanted an honest to goodness relationship? You’d been single for a good while and enjoyed every moment; you’d be lying if you said the prospect of having someone to come home to every night didn’t make you happy.  What did you have to lose?

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay?” he asked, disbelieving.

“Okay,” you repeated. Steve beamed so brightly, you half wondered if he was actually radiating sunlight in your face. He was beautiful. Leaning in, Steve placed a tentative yet sweet kiss on your lips. Such a simple gesture stole your breath away. It was a kissed laced with the promise of something wonderful, loving and soul shaking. You pulled away, much to his disappointment.

“You know what this means now, don’t you, Stevie?” you said with a wolfish grin on your face. He shook his head in mild confusion. You reached up and fisted his hair in your hand; he groaned in pleasure.

“You’re mine.”

Steve wandered around the Compound with the most infectious grin on his face. Everyone was already used to a relatively sprightly Captain but this was next level. He had to thank Bucky for giving him that kick in the ass he so desperately needed. Talking to you, working out rules, kinks and establishing your relationship put him in the absolute best mood; his anxiety was long forgotten. Whistling a happy tune, he half danced around the kitchen fixing lunch. In the midst of his perky preparation, he missed Sam and Pietro strolling into the open concept kitchen.

“What’s got him so happy,” Sam whispered to Pietro. Sam was significantly less grumpy after getting so much needed sleep.

“Do you think its [Y/N]? He hasn’t stopped talking about her for weeks,” Pietro replied.

“Cap and [Y/N]? Seriously?! Man, what else did I miss while I was in Siberia? I’ll never forgive Tony for not keeping me updated,” Sam grumped. Pietro just snorted at him.

“Keeping you updated about what?” came Wanda’s lilting voice. The boys shushed her almost immediately. “What’s going on??”

With a finger to each of their mouths, Sam and Pietro pointed at Steve’s humming and dancing figure in the kitchen. Wanda turned a particular shade of scarlet. This did not go unnoticed by either of the other Avengers. Leading her to the living room space, the boys all but held her hostage on the couch.

“What do you know?” they asked simultaneously.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if you two aren’t the twins instead of me and Piet,” she said while trying to sidestep their invasive question.

“Don’t try and change the subject woman, spill the beans,” Sam ordered. Pietro’s intense stare on her face only made her blush deeper.

“Shit, it’s good isn’t it?” Pietro asked. Making a locking motion in front of her lips, Wanda just shook her head in protest.

“Oh shit! It’s really good! Now you have to tell us,” exclaimed Sam. She shook her head harder.

“What are we telling?” asked Steve as he wandered into the living room with his impressively massive sandwich. Damn super soldier serum. Everyone yelped in surprise. Steve chuckled while settling into his favorite recliner. For a bunch of well-trained spies and secret agents, they sure were terrible at not getting snuck up on.

“Oh, nothing really,” Pietro lied smoothly, “Sam here was just talking about how he wondered if Tash and Bucky were into really kinky sex.”

Steve nearly choked on his lunch in surprise. Of all the things to come out of the young Sokovian’s mouth, that one hit a little too close to home. Pietro yelped when both Wanda and Sam smacked him in the back of the head.

“Oh come on! You can’t tell me you never thought about it? She’s like freakishly flexible.” Steve just shook his head at him.

“On that note, I’m out. I do not want to think about whatever kind of freaky sex Barnes is having with one of the deadliest women I’ve ever met in my life. In fact, I don’t ever want to think about Barnes having sex. If anybody needs me, I’ll be in the lab with Bruce and Tony trying to get these mental images out of my head forever,” said Sam. The awkward tension he left in his wake was nothing short of legendary.

“You know? I think I hear Stark calling me? I think I’ll just--.” Pietro didn’t even finish his sentence before he literally ran away from any kind of continuance of the current conversation. Wanda laughed at their collective ridiculousness.

“Do I even want to know?” asked Steve, mid sandwich. Wanda sighed in resignation. He was going to find out one way or the other.

“If you must ask, they were talking about you and [Y/N],” she said softly. Recalling the events from less than an hour ago, Steve blushed furiously. Now was a really unfortunate time to remember Wanda was a telepath.

“How much do you know?” he asked without meeting her amused gaze. Wanda stood up and walked over to the recliner he was sitting in.

“Enough to tell you that I’m not judging you for any of it; we all need our escapes,” she patted him on the shoulder gently, “don’t worry, Steve. Your secret’s safe with me.” He released a heavy breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Thanks, Wanda.”

“She’ll take really good care of you, Steve. You couldn’t have asked a better person,” she said approvingly. He met her gaze and smiled softly. Nodding at the hungry super soldier, Wanda glided into the hallway. The images playing in both Steve and [Y/N]’s head had gotten her a bit worked up. It was time to teach Vision a few new things.

Steve relaxed into the recliner, sandwich in hand. If he’d been told three weeks ago that he would willingly and eagerly submit himself to you, he’d have laughed himself into the sunset. He shivered lightly as the words ‘you’re mine’ echoed around his brain. In more ways than one, you’d completely captivated him. He was looking forward to tomorrow night.

This was going to be so much fun.

END P1

Previously on Oh Captain: Good Boy, Stevie // Part 2

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