#like my cat we call them buck or Bucky

[mcmeasle]

imagining future Jean and Jeremy with their golden retriever puppy trying to train it and Jean using the dogs full legal name of “barkbark von barkstein” when its in trouble

[middlingmay]

Prompt: "I think we might be pregnant."

"I think we might be pregnant."

Gale stood slightly hunched before the open door of the fridge. His bare chest and arms were prickled with gooseflesh, and a spoon was stuck firmly in his mouth. The door blocked whatever sweet treat he'd delved into before John had appeared, like it would offer some deniability over his midnight snacking tendencies.

John loved his foolish, idiot ass so damn much.

Gale flicked his eyes between John's face and his belly; once, twice, then rapid fire up and down.

Seriously. He loved him so much.

Gale slowly drew the spoon out his mouth and spoke thick around his sugary plunder. "Um...what?"

John tongued his cheek and sauntered up to Gale. He used the flat of his hand to shut the freezer door before wrapping both arms around Gale's neck and crowding him against the cold metal.

Gale shuddered. "The...the ice cream's going to get freezer burn. I didn't put the lid back on."

John enjoyed the squishy warmth of rubbing the tips of their noses together. "What's wrong?" He asked, all faked innocence. "Don't like the idea of knocking me up?"

A sharp intake of breath; a twitch of solid heat against his leg. Yeah. Gale liked that idea.

"Bucky," he rasped. "What are you...?"

"Never seen myself as the kids type, I won't lie. But there's something about the idea of having you fuck me so much that it takes--hoo."

Gale's hands jumped to John's waist, squeezed, cinched, pulled him in. His breaths came staccato, the puffs falling into John's grinning mouth.

"And I don't think I'd like feeling fat. But the way I know you'd get so damn grabby? You can barely keep your hands of my tits and ass as it is, but pregnant?"

Said hands had indeed drifted down, one to the small of John's back and the other to the curve where his thigh met the curve of him. Gales tongue darted out, tasted the bottom of John's lip. John nearly, nearly, licked him all up. But a flash in his mind of the pitiful sight that had brought them here had him pulling back, putting a pin in it.

"But," he said, letting the full weight of his disappointment of having to wait weigh on the word. "Sadly, no. I am not the expectant parent. Wait here."

He bounded off, back to the next room, leaving Gale gaping after him, spoon still in hand, and his half-hardness notable in his loose pyjamas.

When John returned, it was with an armful of his new (non-military and thankfully not white) wool jacket. He approached Buck tentative and pleased, looking for all the world like a proud new parent.

"I found her behind the bar while I was waiting for Kenny to finish taking a leak. Poor girl looks like she's fit to burst."

Tucked inside the burrow of John's coat, held in the safety of his arms, was a very wet, very dirty, and very, very pregnant cat. She had every right to be disgruntled at her abduction, but purred deep and rumbling and looked up at Gale with sleepy eyes.

"I couldn't leave her out there."

John eyed Gale and his silence nervously, ready to jabber to fill the space until Gale made up his mind. And Gale was filled with such a violent affection for this ludicrous man that he gently clutched the arms holding the precious bundle and kissed him warm and full. Like whisky. Like chocolate cake. Like the softness of falling into their bed together at night.

"What do you say?" John bounced a little on his toes. "Ready to become parents?"

But Gale could tease too. "Hm. I don't know. Parents out of wedlock? Wouldn't want the neighbours getting the wrong idea. I should probably marry you first, make it honest."

Gale carefully took the cat, coat and all, from John's arms, to whisk her away for some desperately needed pampering. As he walked away he called over his shoulder,

"I don't much care for Cleven one way or another. But Gale Egan doesn't sound half bad."

[lesbojournals]

Drunken Crafts (Stucky x Reader)

It was a painfully average day in your house, Steve and Bucky off at Avengers headquarters doing god knows what while you lounged around. You had already cleaned the whole house to entertain yourself: the vacuuming was done, the bathrooms were spotless, all of the laundry and dishes were clean and put away. You had even started dinner, cooking a beef stew with vegetables in the pressure cooker.

What else, truly, was there to do?

You felt like Rapunzel in the beginning of Tangled–you had already read a book this morning, you took a shower, you even clipped the cat’s claws!

You pattered around the house, convinced nothing would entertain you at this point, until your eyes landed on Bucky’s bottle of Tennessee Whiskey.

You glanced back and forth, almost nervous to be caught sauntering over to the bottle. You shyly took it and brought it over to the kitchen, where you mixed it with some sweet tea you had made earlier.

You took a sip and sighed happily, bringing both the bottle and the tea to the living room where you planned on watching some youtube.

As the drink became more empty, new ideas sprung into your head. You decided to get out all of your crafting tools, deciding on making both Bucky and Steve a masterpiece. After another drink or two, you couldn't remember, you abandoned the crafts and decided hey, what better time than now to bake some cookies? It'd be a fun dessert after having your stew.

With that, you skipped off to the kitchen, drink in hand, to bake. At one point you decided to take off your pants, after all, they weren't your sweats and you didn't want to dirty them. The same thought did not occur about the XXL Avengers logo tee you had on.

You turned on your favorite happy music, bouncing around eating raw cookie dough from the wooden mixing spoon.

The music was so loud that you didn't hear Bucky and Steve enter. You were too distracted making cookies that you forgot you not only had music on, but youtube as well, and a mess of crafts in the living room.

Steve confusingly walked up the stairs as Bucky took off his shoes, unsure of why there was so much loud noise throughout the house.

“Beautiful?” He called, and his eyes softened immediately at the sight of you.

He stopped in his footsteps, leading Bucky to catch up and hastily go “Is everything okay, Stevie?”

Steve pointed at you, dancing obnoxiously with cookie batter in your hands, and Bucky sighed in adoration, before noticing that you had no pants on.

He practically bolted up the rest of the stairs, and you caught his eye as he fully entered the kitchen with a “Buck!!”

“What're you doing honey?” He asked, looking around the floor of the apartment to see your mess.

“Baking cookies!!” You happily answered, swaying back and forth with a giggle.

Before Bucky could comment Steve brought his attention. “Looks like someone got to your liquid gold, honey.” He held up the now empty whiskey bottle.

Bucky stared at the bottle with wide eyes, then turned back to you.

“Is something wrong?” You laughed, throwing your cookies in the oven (quite literally-you didn't realize how aggressive you were being).

Bucky smiled along with Steve, and grabbed you from behind. “Nothing, we just love you.”

“I love you both too!!” You said with a hiccup, then you remembered. “Oh wait !! I have a gift for you two!!”

You ran off to the living room, while Steve turned off the very loud music. They both followed you in, eyes nearly bulging out of their heads at the mess you made.

You didn't notice their look, instead holding up a large piece of card stock full of collage, stickers, and drawings. It said “DrAwINg fOr My SoULmaTeS” in letters from various magazines.

It was frankly a mess and didn't make any sense, but Steve took it in his hands anyway. Him and Bucky were silent.

You started tearing up. “You hate it!!”

Bucky rushed to your side, cooing. “No, no, darling. It's beautiful.”

“This is fridge worthy.” Steve announced, and you smiled giddily.

With a loud ding! your attention was immediately averted, deciding to shout (in Bucky’s ear none the less) “MY STEW!!”

You tried to run to the kitchen but Bucky caught you. “Why don't you let Stevie and I worry about dinner. You relax.”

You pouted, not thrilled with this decision that both of your boys seemed set on.

By the time they came back to you with a dinner plate in hand you were passed out on the couch, drooling all over the couch pillow. Bucky put your plate in the fridge and Steve picked you up, cautiously bringing you to the bedroom.

You blabbered on about something in your drunken sleep haze, repeatedly telling Steve “I love you, I love Bucky, You guys are my favorite.” and so on.

“I know darling,” Steve smiled. “We love you too.”

How did you get so lucky?

[johnslittlespoon]

hi!!! thoughts on the other boys treating bucky like a dog too—ruffling his hair, calling him good boy jokingly, making comparisons to meatball, patting his stomach/neck/etc, scrubbing his cheeks, being generally touchy feely and fond—and then theres buck to the side being ragingly possessive?

a genuine joy going through your bucksquared brainrot ilu pls get some sleep thank u <3

also!! gsd bucky x black cat buck is GOLDEN but!! consider this: gsd bucky x doberman buck hmmm

ARE YOU INSIDE MY HEAD. this is SOOOO

john would adore the attention, he thrives off of physical affection, we always see how touchy he is with the others. to know he can walk up to any of the boys and nudge his forehead against their shoulder and get his hair pet in return, or even just get a fond shove and an "oh, you dog"– he'd love it.

but a rare jealous/possessive gale? insane. it makes his heart warm, watching john interact with the boys, knowing that other people see how golden he is too. but there's also this feeling in the pit of his stomach that sneaks up on him, and he doesn't know what it is, adamant on ignoring the tiny voice in his head that whispers mine.

because that's silly, john's his best friend, he doesn't belong to him. why would he want him to? and yet he does want; he wants when he hears 'buck and bucky', always spoken one after the other; he wants when him and john are sitting in a corner of the pub, watching the others court pretty girls, pretending their thighs aren't pressed a little too close; he wants when they're crammed into the cockpit of a plane in the evening, watching the sun go down, sharing a flask.

it eats him up inside from the moment it hits him, like he's seeing john in a whole new light. he doesn't say anything, too afraid to ruin what they have, but he lets himself lean into john's affectionate tendencies more than he usually does. and he's thrilled when john keeps coming back to him, suddenly seeking him out over anyone else as soon as gale's given him this sorta green light, always glued to gale, and he wonders if maybe john's felt the same and they're both too scared to cross that line.

and so they both toe it, pushing and pulling, and one day one of them will step over it and it'll be like breathing for the first time, but until then they're just happy to hang all over each other. buck and bucky.

[a genuine joy writing these, i'm so glad you like them, lots of love!! i am sleeping (sorta) i promise jSDJKG. also i adore gsd bucky x doberman buck, that works so well! black cat buck is great personality–wise but i feel like it's missing a little something when it comes to how he cares for his friends, doberman fills that gap. all the dog coded boys. <3]

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 9

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

He sits, glaring.

Pietro is twirling his fiancée around the dance floor. The two of them laughing close together.

“Don’t do it.” Peter chuckles sitting down next to him.

“Give me one good reason.” He cuts his glare to his soon to be brother-in-law.

Peter sighs. “Pietro is a big cat in the game. You don’t need that smoke. We don’t need it with all we have going on with our sisters.”

Bucky cuts his eyes towards the two.

“Not enough of a reason.” Bucky shrugs, standing up.

“Oh. Oh!” Peter jumps up with him. Hurrying after him.

He closes in on the two. Pietro stops dancing, hand on the small of Y/N’s back, she looks almost smug. Pietro cuts his eyes between the two of them.

“Oh!” Peter cuts between Bucky and Pietro. “Hey now.” Peter pats him on the chest, a little out of breath.

“Problem?” Pietro asks in his stupid Russian accent.

Peter cuts him off before he can speak. “Buck here, was just hoping to get a moment of your time, have a small conversation.” Peter fast talks.

Y/N rolls her eyes. He glares at her.

“Of course.” Pietro removes his hand from Y/N stepping away. Peter stays between them till Pietro is a few steps away.

“Problem?” Y/N sasses him, folding her arms over her chest.

He chuckles. “You’re next.” Following Pietro.

Peter sighs, dropping his head back. “Come on, you can’t just not do this to me?”

“You act like I don’t know how Gwen got pregnant.” Y/N laughs, hearing her heels walking away.

“It’s different you’re my baby sister!” Peter calls after her, before hurrying after him. Once they’re through the side doors to the sitting room, something like a lobby or waiting room, off the ballroom the reception is being held in.

He unbuttons his suit jacket, pulling it off, he tosses it at Steve. Pietro meets the center of the room, turning to face him. Bucky’s fist follows through, decking Pietro in the jaw.

“Really?!” Peter huffs behind him. Bucky shakes his hand out, adjusting his button-down sleeves.

“He had his hands on my fiancée.” He glances at Peter.

Pietro rubs his jaw, opening and closing his mouth for a moment, working his jaw. “Hella, swing you got there Barnes.” He nods.

“Can you imagine what their kids will get?” Clint’s brows jump up.

Steve and Peter stop, staring into space.

“Oh fuck.” Steve whispers.

“People are going to die.” Peter breathes.

The door opens and Howie steps in, late to the party.

“What did I miss?” He looks around.

“We’re having nightmares about the swing our nieces or nephews will get between their parents.” Steve catches him up.

Howie stops in his tracks thinking about that. “Oh fuck.” He spoke softly.

“Apparently people are going to die.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

Howie shrugs, joining the others on the side. “Smalls, right hook, your follow through, yeah they might actually kill someone.”

“Barneys going to love your family.” Clint chuckles softly.

“He already does.” Peter, Howie and Bucky comment together.

“So, you’re the one.” Pietro smirks, turning their attention to him.

“Marrying the woman you just had your hands on? You’re fucking right.” Bucky replies with irritation.

“Oh shit, I missed a lot.” Howie mumbles.

Pietro chuckles softly for a moment. “I meant the one Satan will be tormenting to death for life.”

Bucky’s head tips. The guys next to them all slowly nod in agreement.

“Does she still run around beating people up?” Pietro wonders.

“She starts before nine in the morning some days.” Clint sighs.

Pietro chuckles.

“How do you know that?” Bucky asks.

“She has been my twin sisters’ best friend since they were little.” He explains. Bucky looks from Pietro to the twins.

“Don’t worry they barely know me.” Pietro sighs. “Wanda has been kept from the business, unlike your Satan.” He waves his hand to the side.

“Wanda is a wife?” The three of them gap at him for a moment.

Pietro chuckles. “Shocking, yes. For best in our line of business.”

“What line?” Steve wonders.

“Drugs.”

“How is she married to Sam?” Clint’s brow drops down.

“That was a conversation I was hoping to have with some Stark’s.” Pietro looks to her brothers.

“We work for Smalls.” Peter shrugs.

“And she’s going to be a Barnes.” Bucky corrects.

Pietro nods slowly. “Perhaps we can talk?”

Buck looks from him to the guys. They nod.

“Fine.”

Together they all take a seat settling in.

“Wilson was not the first pick for my sister.” Pietro starts. “Someone else showed interest and pushed hard for her.”

“Who?” Peter asks.

“Someone you boys know and dislike. Eddie Brock.”

Its silent for a moment.

“Eddie put a bid in on Wanda?” Steve leans forward.

Pietro nods.

“How does Eddie know your sister?” Clint wonders.

“Maximoff’s run drugs, Eddie is a seller.” Howie explains for them.

“Oh shit.” Steve whispers.

“Wait, wait.” Buck puts his hands up. “The story, from when your sister and I started out. You messed up a deal for a pipeline, for Eddie. That got Gwen’s dad killed, and you guys sent to reform.”

“See Eddie wants to be a big cat.” Peter sighs. “He needs a line, to funnel more drugs, to be a top supplier to smaller dealers. He gets from the Maximoff’s and wants to hold over the smaller timers.”

“He needs a line to do that. That connects him to smaller dealers, in other areas.” Steve nods slowly.

“To make good without the line, he would have to marry your sister.” Clint connects.

“I denied his bid.” Pietro nods. “I picked Wilson, because of his tie to The Brothers.”

The three of them look to the twins.

“You know Sam from before?” He asks.

They nod. “We do business with Sam’s father, and now Sam.”

“Now Sam? He’s already taken over?” Clint wonders.

Howie nods. “His father passed just after his promising to Wanda.”

“Shit.” Bucky breathes, unable to imagine.

“We had no idea.” Steve shakes his head.

“Not many know.” Peter assures them. “He doesn’t talk about it. That’s just how his father was. We do shipments with the Wilson's.”

“Shipments?” Bucky wonders.

“Heavy weapons.” Howie replies.

“Is there anything the Stark’s aren’t involved in?” Steve smirks.

“Weapons, drugs, underground fights, laundering, money, the table.” Clint grins.

“Been busy boys?” Pietro smirks.

“Smalls created her own mafia.” Peter grins. “We got into bed with The Saintz. Opened a lot of channels.”

“Perhaps there’s room for another?” Pietro glances around.

The four look over at him. He takes a breath, nodding slowly. “Touch my fiancée again, and your body will be in a shipment back to homeland.” He settles a look on Pietro.

Pietro grins at him. “No wonder she picked you. You two will make a ruthless couple.”

“Make? They already are one.” Peter sighs.

“Literally.” Steve shakes his head.

Bucky smirks, shrugging. “We’re not that bad.”

“We’ve seen our baby sister lick you, over a girl watching you.” Howie points out.

“I broke John Walkers arm for touching her for you.” Clint comments.

“You killed CK, for trying to take her.” Steve snorts.

“She smashed up Sina for touching you.” Peter nods slowly.

Bucky grins as they stand up, licking his lips he chuckles. “And you wonder why I won her in the bid?”

“Like anyone else had a chance.” Clint laughs.

“We would have burned the town down if she didn’t get her way.” Howie sighs.

“It worked out for more than her though, you’re marrying his sister are you not?” Pietro looks to Howie as they head for the doors.

“Yeah of course, we just, we were talking about them.” He splutters.

“Howard.” Bucky pauses, but Howie is out the door hurrying away from them.

“Did I say something?” Pietro wonders.

Peter sighs. “No, he’s going through something.” Hurrying after his brother.

“Another promise broken.” Y/N sasses as she walks past them.

The four of them exchange a look, three laugh.

“Excuse me boys, I have Chaos to wrangle.” He takes his suit jacket from Steve, heading for his fiancée.

“Oh no you don’t.” He chuckles, catching up to her, he grabs her waist, shifting her and tossing her over his shoulder.

“Boss man!” She gasps.

“You’re going to yell at me and I’m going to kiss you till you shut up.” He chuckles, walking out the of the reception with her over his shoulder. He passes Tony and his father, together they laugh.

“No take backs. She’s yours.” Tony calls after him.

“Hey!” She huffs loudly. He laughs harder, heading into the hotel hall.

---------- Everything Peaches 12/8/22 @mo320 @ml7010 @babizza @kmc1989 @joannie95 @coley0823 @rileyloves5 @sexyvixen7 @duckestylez @abschaffer2 @drayshadow @shirukitsune @xoxabs88xox @carostar2020 @rosalynshields @hookslove1592 @royal-sunflower @iwillbeinmynest @bellamy-barnes @geeksareunique @happydeanpotter @fanfic-n-tabulous @steel-blue-eyess @mariekoukie6661 @bless-my-demons @notyourtypicalrose @lets-talk-about-xyz @loving-life-my-way @shinycupcakebaker @also-fangirlinsweden @stupendous-science @daughterofthenight117 @dandelionsmarkthegrave @physically-a-cheesecake @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked

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Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[siremasterlawrence]

Mystic knights Set 1 & 2

Part 1

Steve Rogers Aka Captain America and The Winter Soldier Aka Bucky Barnes are swept up in a secret mission as they stand across from the main building on a roof top with a heavy surveillance with Fury calls in every half an hour.They are watching a military base across from them as reports say the base goes down to the twentieth floor basement of the facility and thanks to Tony Stark’s last invention suggestion and the x-ray vision goggles.The goggles scans the base heavily as they are tracking the elevator at the end of the base to the basement as they make their move stand up and they do a back flip off of the roof top and use a grabble hook to shoot hooking on the gate.They land on to the ground scaling over the gate landing on top of the gate with cat like skills as they jumps off of the gate with max effort and they leap in to the window five feet up lifting up the window as they climb in.

Racing over to the end of the hall they press the up button to the elevator stepping on to it, they enter on to the shaft as it it speeding to the basement they all prepare for him in a Steve unleashing his shield and Bucky ready to fight.The men flip out as the alarm system goes wild immediately as his best pal old era guy Bucky accidentally press a panel to set it offand he loses it grabbing his gun as the troop fills up the area shooting them endless as they are falling before him.Steve walks around the corner to the other side of the hall to find longer stretch watch him in excessive excitement as he kicks his shield up and falls from its sheath in to his hands and sliding on to his hand he throws it like the professional that he is letting it be his own personal distraction bouncing on the walls. The crew does it best to unsuccessfully try to avoid the shield in failed attempts as it hits them all across the head sending them into a world of pain they have never felt in their life and eventually Steve loses with gasbags he smashes through them all as if he is human ram of worry’s a wreckingball it’s pure genius.

“Relax! It’s me Bucky put down the guns it is me.” Steve warns as they bust through the door in to the lab.

The man who they are tracking a young guy who was kidnapped by some evil, maniacal, demonic beast of villain but the young man is not very happy of entertained at all.

“You arrived finally, I was beginning to worry if you ever get here.” He says.

“Sorry to much going on.” Bucky adds as he approaches him.

“I am not worried but you shall be.” The man states stomping his feet.

“This no time play” Steve’s warns before the floors begin to light up.

“Wait! You are not the asset you are criminal” Bucky yells.

“All ways late to the party Buck” to Bucky’s shock Steve is saying.

“Yes! I have managed to control him.” The voice adds.

“Hear me carefully! You two will be loyal army.”

“We are Avengers!”

“The Avengers huh?”

“No the Mystic Knights “

“Those panels below you will help your see my point of view soon.”

“How is that you damn fool?”

“Observe! Boom”

“Nnnoooo! Steve help!”

“I only obey Master”

“Do I help him?”

“Steve zip it”

“Oh FUCK!”

“I am commander of The Avengers “

“What is your favorite word again?”

“Oh yes!”

“Language Bitch”

“Don’t pull that switch”

“Why?”

“One more and”

“Correct! We will be yours “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Bastard”

“Precisely “

“So join me”

“Be my Slave”

“Nnnnooooo”

“Fuck! “

“Flip switch “

“YES”

“We hear and obey “

“Perfect!”

“Begin total submission and return to me”

“I am about to cum the good out of me”

“Me too”

“Aaaaahhhhhuuuuuggggghhhh”

“How may we serve you Master Lawrence?”

Part 2

A set of tubes descending on to both Steve and Bucky as they drop to the ground as it all settles in forever, a light emits through his body covering up the area as nothing can be scene from either of them as all of their life flashes before him. In the same roof top across from the darkly lit building as he shot a grappling hook to the other roof top across as he swung along with Robin and they both land so swiftly on to the other end and he flips into the roof top as he lands to the basement in utter like excitement.

Bruce Wayne’s grips his hands on the edge of the roof doing a back flip kicking in to the windows as he land on to the hall way as he does a backflip on to the end of the hall with the elevator and Bruce opens his bat gloves using a wire to override the the system as they rocket to the ground.The end is near as the tubes containing the first of my soldier uplifting in to the air reveal The Captain and The winter soldier in all of their sexy glory as they both approach me in heat and Captain America wraps over me a bit pulling me in to a kiss and Bucky follows suit shoving Steve away to kiss me.

The alarm system alters us as Steve facial expression becomes unnervingly undone at the sight of someone aiming to attack his Master Lawrence as he is rushing in to the costume amoury and grabs his costume and grabs his shield and at last placing his mask on his face. Steve smirks pushing me back as he stood in toe protecting me then giving Bucky the eye to prepare for the fight with a smile he goes in attack mode as well because I can not escape and he throws a fist in the air as he screams happily in excitement the two bat freaks enter.

“We followed you here because of this sick megalomaniac.”

“Batman they are looking weird “

“Mind control perhaps “

“Psh! Foolish punks”

“Let’s take them Cap”

“Agreed! Go get the bird Buck”

“I’ll break the Bat”

“Steve Rogers stand down”

“Whatever “

“Stand down….i said “

“Ugh! Shit this he fuck up”

“Language “

“Capture them my knights”

“With pleasure “

“As you command “

“Kneel for the Master”

“Not with my last breath”

“You shall die then”

“Still fawning in the Bat kid”

“At least I am in control of my actions you old fart”

“Old fart? You little asshole I will drag you if I have too.”

“Why are you working for him ?”

“You have no idea…do you ?”

“Tell me then”

“The Great Detective “

“Speak now!”

“He is my everything, my world and the king “

“We love him”

“He is our leader “

“The world savior”

“You are a fanatic”

“A psycho”

“This is a cult “

“Save yourself “

“Come Buck”

“What the hell? How did you trap us?”

Captain America grapples Batman chopping his neck as he goes unconscious throwing him into the pod as it encloses in him. Bucky spins about kicking Dick in to the other pod available for use enclosing him too.

The end

[late-to-the-party-81]

Surprise, Surprise

AN: It took me a while @navybrat817 but I did something with this little thot you sent me back in June for my birthday. This serves as a follow- up to my kinktober fic Need you now.

Unbeta'd ramblings

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha! Nomad Steve x Omega! Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

CW: Angst, Attempted assault, Misogyny, Mild Violence, Fluff and Feels, implied sexy times.

Steve leant forward, his weight shifting on to his arms as his hands lay flat against the control panel. It was just a reflex. Getting closer to the view screen wouldn’t change what it was saying, wouldn’t change the fact that he didn’t know where you were.

“I’ve gotta find her, Tony.”

“Chill your boots, Capsicle. She’ll be somewhere.”

Steve ground his teeth, biting back an angry retort.

“I haven’t seen or heard from her in months. She’s overdue her heat. Her apartment is all packed and cleared out. If she’s hurt, or in danger, I’ll never forgive myself.”

A firm hand came down on Steve’s shoulder.

“We’ll find your girl, Stevie. I’m sure Stark and I can put aside our differences long enough.”

There was a derisive snort from Tony’s workstation but Steve chose to ignore it.

“Thanks, Buck. I appreciate it.”

“It’s the least I could do, you know, considering that helping me is what got you into this in the first place.”

Steve gave Bucky a small smile.

“It wasn’t your fault, Buck. Blame the Accords.”

“But they’re rescinded now,” added Tony. “So now we’re a happy family once again, let’s find Cap’s errant Omega, shall we. Then Cyborg and I can go back to ignoring each other.”

Steve sighed and shook his head.

Where could you be?

You made your way down the busy sidewalk, trying your best not to get jostled by everyone else who seemed to be going in the opposite direction. It was cold and dark out, and you had on your big winter coat, but just the act of going against the flow was getting you all hot and sweaty. You didn’t dare undo it though.

It had been 5 months since you’d last seen Steve, when your one word missive via text had brought him out of hiding for a brief few days during your heat. A few days in which you could forget that he was a wanted man on the run. A nomad. He’d just been Steve. Your mate. Your Alpha.

But it was getting hard now. His scent had almost completely faded from his shirt, the one you currently wore. You were desperate to have the vestiges of him on your skin, not only because you missed him, but for safety.

You may wear a mating scar on your neck, but you barely had any Alpha scent lingering on you, meaning that some Alphas, unmated ones, saw you as fair game. An abandoned mated Omega was just a single Omega in their eyes. You’d already suffered some harassment in the last few weeks, cat calls and the such like, but you needed to keep yourself safe.

You pressed on. It was only another couple of blocks until you got back to your shitty apartment. You missed your old one, but after Steve’s last visit, when clarity had hit you a few weeks later, you knew that for his and your safety you couldn’t stay there. You’d packed up only the most precious of your belongings and hit the road. 

Suddenly someone bumped into you with surprising force and you spun, your bags dropping to the ground, before you inelegantly joined them. You breathed a sigh of relief when you realised you’d landed on your backside. 

You were just reorientating yourself, a part of you frustrated by how everyone was just passing you by, when a shadow fell over you.

“Need a hand?”

You looked up, and saw two men standing over you. The one who’d spoken had his hand out.

You accepted, tentatively, and let out a small gasp as he easily hefted you to your feet. He smiled at you, but there was something off about it, the way it didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You ought to be careful, omega. Being out here, in the dark, all on your lonesome.”

His friend thrust your belongings into your arms and you gripped them tightly so as not to spill them again. You were feeling uncomfortable and just wanted to get home.

“I’ll be okay. Thank you for stopping to help.” You made to step around them and carry on your way, but the pair shifted, caging you in against the side of the building behind you.

“Never a problem for a pretty omega.” His smile turned into a predatory grin and you tried to school your features and not let your discomfort show.

“Well, thank you again…” You took another step, but neither of them moved.

“We’re you going in such a hurry? Thought we could get to know each other better. Maybe you thank us properly.”

You steeled yourself for the inevitable confrontation and tried to nonchalantly catch the eye of a passer-by. Any passer-by.

“Look. I’m appreciative. But I’ve got to get home to my Alpha.” You tilted your head to show your mating scar, but the man just dropped his head slightly, and scented you. You couldn’t repress the full body shiver such an invasion of privacy the act elicited.

“The thing is, ‘mega, I see the scar, but you barely have any of your alpha scent on you. Makes me think you’ve been abandoned, sweet thing.”

You glared before trying to push your way between them.

“I don’t want any trouble.”

He grabbed your upper arm, jerking you to a halt.

“Then come with us nicely, and you won’t have any.”

“No. I’m not going with you. I owe you no other thanks than what I’ve given. And even if I didn’t have an alpha, which I do, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere with either of you.”

The grip on your arm tightened and you couldn’t stop the small cry of pain you let out.

“Ungrateful, omega bitch. Let’s see if you change your tune when you’ve got a knot in you.”

His friend took hold of your other arm and between them they started to haul you towards the mouth of an alley. You dropped your bags again so you’d have your hands free and dropped your weight to make it harder for them to move you. Also, it was now time to make a scene.

“Get off of me. Let me go, you creeps!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, squirming and twisting their grasp, but in the time you’d been interacting with them, the massive crowds that had been your bane earlier on had now disappeared. 

You turned your head and latched your teeth onto one of the hands holding you, feeling a burst of pride in your chest when you broke the skin and the man cried out. He dropped you as he let go, and you sank to the floor. Your joy was short-lived though when he back-handed you around the face, and you went dizzy from the force of it. Your vision was cloudy as they pulled you back up.

“Just think, sweetheart. We were willing to be nice. Could have made sure you enjoyed it, but now? Now it’s just for us.” He turned to his buddy. “When did omegas get so uppity? Was a time when as an alpha you just had to say jump and omegas would ask how high.”

Your panic was rising, along with the bile in your throat, but then you smelt it.

Smelt him. 

Your salvation. 

For a moment you thought your brain was playing tricks on you, but then your hindbrain started whining excitedly and you knew it was true.

“Let. Her. Go.”

A deep growl sounded from the street end of the alley, and your would-be assailants dropped you and turned at the sound. You caught yourself on your palms, scrapping them on the hard, filthy ground, but you didn’t care.

“Steve!” His blue eyes flicked over you, no doubt checking to see how much you’d been hurt, as he stalked forward towards the two men. 

“How dare you touch my mate. How dare you touch any omega like that.” His voice was unsettlingly calm and you saw the two men look towards each other, a silent conversation about fight or flight. They didn’t make their decision quickly enough though, because suddenly Steve was in front of them, knocking them out with one punch each, then walking past them, already forgotten, as he focused on you.

“Are you okay, baby?” His voice was full of trepidation as he scooped you up against his chest. You rubbed your face into the crook of his neck, covering your skin with his scent and allowing it to calm you.

“‘M okay, Steve. Just lost my stuff.”

You felt his chuckle rumble through your body.

“I’ll get you some more stuff, Omega. Let’s get you home.”

You allowed him to carry you, your fingers curled into the lapels of his brown suede jacket. You inhaled his scent deeply, and realised after a few minutes that you were purring. Steve pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you were sure you could hear him smile.

“Missed you too, sweetheart. Missed you too.”

You didn’t tell him where your apartment was, but you weren’t surprised that he knew. Of course he’d found out, otherwise he wouldn’t have been in this neighbourhood anyway. He let you back on your feet outside your door, and you were glad that you’d put your keys in your pocket and not your bag. You opened the door and walked through, flicking on the light and illuminating your meagre accommodation.

You could tell Steve wasn’t impressed. If the scent of his dissatisfaction wasn’t obvious enough, the way he went around the whole place, scoping out locks on all the windows would have let you know.

“Baby, why are you living here? Why did you leave your old apartment?”

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth. You couldn’t get away with not telling him, so sooner rather than later was obviously the best strategy. You walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him. You still had your coat on, and with how much heat Steve pumped out, you were starting to sweat within a few seconds.

“I was scared, Steve. And I felt vulnerable. My mind was telling me that I had to go somewhere safe. Somewhere unknown. What if someone had followed you the last time you had visited. Then we…I wouldn’t be safe.”

“You’ve neer felt like that before, Omega. I’ve visited you for your heat there lots of times.”

Laughter bubbled up your throat, and you shook your head, a wry smile on your face.

“Yeah, but last time was sort of different.”

Steve looked down at you, confusion on his face, as you stepped away from him and unzipped your coat, pulling it off and tossing it aside. 

Your mate looked at you. 

Frozen still. 

Mouth agape. 

Then he dropped to his knees in front of you, wrapped his arm around your thickened waist and pressed his cheek to your swollen belly, which was barely covered by his worn black t-shirt. You let him have a moment, and just ran your fingers through his dirty blonde locks, humming gently and letting out a soothing scent.

When he pulled his face away and sat back on his heels he was looking up at you in awe. His eyes were red rimmed and you could see the tracks of a few silent tears on his pinked cheeks.

“You’re having my pup?”

You smiled at him and put out your hand to pull him up.

“Yes, silly. Although, I have a feeling it might be pups. Two.”

Steve stood, only to stagger a few feet to your worn sofa, before dropping down into it and pulling you with him to sit across his lap. One of his arms was around your back, supporting you, and the other lay across your stomach, long fingers splayed over your bump. He gave you a soft, lingering kiss, before pulling back and shaking his head, still in disbelief.

“You’re having my pups. Pups. You. Me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him, how shocked he was by it all.

“Well, that’s generally what happens when an Alpha and an Omega love each other very much and have a special cuddle…oww!”

You let out a cry as Steve playfully nipped at your neck, just above your mating scar, before running his tongue over it.

“Okay, just stop teasing me, baby. It’s a shock, alright? I knew it was a possibility, but I just didn’t think it would happen. Not yet.”

“Steve, it’s not like we were doing anything to prevent it.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…it’s just part of me thought it wouldn’t happen until we were properly together again.”

Your heart sunk in your chest, as he reminded you of the current state of your relationship.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you resumed toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“When do you have to go?”

“Well, I was thinking that we’d stay here tonight, then pack you up and move you to the compound tomorrow.”

You sat back up with a start.

“What? Compound? What do you mean?”

“Well, now I’m back, I have a big apartment at the Compound, and if you’re there with me, then we can get you the best medical care and…”

You scrabbled off his lap, chest suddenly tight.

“Back? You’re back? When? How? I’m…oh my god, I can’t breathe.”

You sank to the floor, leaning over and dragging air into your lungs. Steve knelt down beside you rubbing your back, letting his scent flow in an effort to soothe you.

“My turn to shock you, ey, Omega?”

You nodded, still unable to speak and feeling a prickling in your eyes.

“I don’t know how you missed it, but the Accords were rescinded. I mean I still gotta have a long ass meeting with some high up folk, but I’m no longer a wanted man. Tony and I have even made tentative steps to get our friendship back on track. Brought Bucky back with me too.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his, uncaring at the tears rolling down your face.

“You’re back, you’re back. Oh god. And I’m having your pups and I can move out of this shitty apartment. Pinch me, I’m dreaming.”

Steve chuckled, and then for the second time in as many hours scooped you up into his arms.

“How about you show me where you sleep in this awful place, and I’ll bite your neck instead, Omega…”

His words were almost a growl as he rubbed his face up against yours, and you felt heat suffuse your body.”

“I’d like that very much, Alpha…”

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[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 4

It was getting late, so Steve dropped me off at my apartment complex. A sullen-looking Bucky was sitting on the stairs, and as soon as he saw us approaching, he forced a bright smile onto his face.

“I didn’t know you two were hanging out today,” he said, his voice carrying an edge of accusation. “I came by to congratulate you on your birthday and thought we might spend the day together—the three of us, I mean. But your mom said you weren’t home.” The tone in his voice irritated me.

His eyes fell on the pin on my collar. “It looks good on you. I like it. Steve has good taste,” he said, his words more dismissive than appreciative.

“Sorry, Buck. If we’d known you were waiting, we would have asked you to join us,” Steve said, trying to smooth things over.

“Yeah, who would have guessed I’d want to spend her birthday with her?” Bucky said, his laughter laced with sarcasm. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

With that, he picked up a small package from the stairs and dropped it into my hands. Without another word, he turned and walked away. I stared at Steve, expecting him to be as confused as I was, but he simply looked at the package in my hand.

“He’ll get over it. He just doesn’t like being left out,” Steve said calmly.

“I should get inside; it’s getting chilly. Thank you again for the pin,” I said, giving him a quick hug before hurrying inside, hoping my mother was already asleep.

Once in my room, I closed the door behind me and sat down on my bed, examining Bucky’s gift. The package was wrapped in blue paper adorned with sunflowers—my favorite flowers. I carefully unwrapped it, wanting to keep the paper as a memento. Inside was a plushie of a white, fluffy cat. It was the cutest thing ever. I had always wanted a cat but couldn’t have one because of my mother’s allergy. I placed the plushie next to my pillow, trying to think of a name for my new friend. Nothing seemed right, so I decided to let Bucky decide. Cuddling the plushie, I went to bed with a smile on my face, falling asleep with a sense of contentment.

The next day, I did something I had never done before. I baked cookies for a boy—specifically, for Bucky. I felt bad for spending my birthday without him, so I thought I could make it up to him with some delicious biscotti.

My mother must have heard me tinkering in the kitchen because she came downstairs with a curious look. “Is that my biscotti family recipe from your nonna?” she asked, peering at the dough.

“It is. I hope it’s alright,” I answered sheepishly.

“Why wouldn’t it be? It’s a family recipe after all,” she replied. She watched me for a few minutes until her curiosity got the better of her. “So, why are you doing this? Are these for someone special?” she asked.

I hesitated, unsure if I should tell her the truth. She had told me not to spend so much time with “the boys,” as she called them. Before I could answer, she interjected, “I hope they’re not for that Barnes boy. I’ve told you before, he’s no good for you. Boys like him will only break your heart.”

At that time, I didn’t know how right she was. Bucky Barnes would break my heart, though not in the way I had expected.

Next Chapter

[kidney9-9]

Mistakes and Messes

Anonymous asked: Can you do one where we are Steve's daughter and Bucky is mad at us, so we are trying to avoid him but he catches us. Might be boring but whatevs

hi anon hope you enjoy! this was a delight to write:) i wasn't sure if you meant like an older reader with a romantic pairing with bucky but i decided to write it as a younger reader and a platonic/family relationship with bucky. not beta edited!

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes with platonic!Reader Warnings: Reader is around age 5 or 6, mentioned killing Word Count: 1.6k

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You messed up big time. You didn’t intend to ruin Uncle Bucky’s precious motorcycle, but you were trying to put a few stickers around the garage and his bike just happened to be there. You put a couple Avenger stickers, then added a ton of sparkly cat ones because Bucky loves cats as much as you do!

Then you put a huge, limited-edition sticker over the light. When you backed away from the bike, you awed at the sight of the pretty stickers.

Then you realized… oh, Uncle Bucky might not like that.

At all, actually.

But you did put a cute kitty sticker that looked kind of like his pet cat, so he might actually like that one, right? You questioned yourself a little bit longer then decided to peel off a few stickers to make the bike not be as shiny.

When you peeled one back, the paint on the bike peeled off too. Oh no. That’s a big mistake. You started to panic and rushed to grab your glitter glue pen and scribbled over the spot.

Then you realized that it probably made it worse and that the glitter glue was leaking down over the rest of his bike.

You gaped at it. Then scrubbed it with your sleeves, which didn’t do much. By the time you gave up and stopped messing with it any longer, it was dinner time, and you rushed back into the kitchen before your dad, Steve, called you.

“Just in time. The pizza’s here and everyone’s joining us.” Your dad spoke to you, ruffling your hair and picking you up. You leaned into his touch and frowned, still worried about your mess.

“Dad, I might’ve made a big mistake.” You whispered in his ear, as he walked you to grab a slice of pizza.

He hummed, not noticing how upset you looked. “What? That’s okay, everyone makes mistakes sometimes.”

“But… Uncle Bucky is going to kill me!” You rushed out, and this time he turned to face you after sitting you down on a seat.

“Buck doesn’t kill people, he’ll forgive you for anything. He loves you.” Your dad frowned back, and you huffed out an irritated sigh.

“Fine, but I’m going to run away from him when I see him because I know he’ll kill me for sure!” You were being a bit dramatic about it, but you really felt like you messed up badly this time.

“What exactly did you do?” Your dad asked, then got up after a few moments of silence. You weren’t going to tell your dad, because then he’d go tell Uncle Bucky immediately. They were best friends and like brothers!

“Either way, you’ll be alright. He’ll understand it was just a mistake and forgive you.” He murmured at you, then walked away.

You shuffled the slice of pizza in your mouth as fast as you could. You weren’t staying around because you totally messed up and you really didn’t want to get in trouble with Uncle Bucky.

You rushed out when you heard people’s voices in the hallway. You noticed one of them was Bucky, then you froze for just a second. Then you ran off as quickly and quietly as you could, worry built up in your chest.

You hid under the coffee table in the living room, hearing your dad talking. “Where did she run off to?” He asked Sam, looking around the dining room.

“I need to speak with her. Jarvis told me there was a surprise in the garage, and I just saw stickers and glitter all over my bike.” Bucky sighed, anger in his voice but he was mostly amused and exasperated.

Steve frowned back, “What?! That’s what she did? She told me she made a mistake, and she was scared you were going to kill her.”

“I would never do anything like that!” Bucky scoffed and Steve nodded back.

“Yea, she doesn’t know better, she’s a kid.” Steve explained and he nodded while Sam laughed.

“I remember thinking my mom would kill me because I forgot to do my chores a few times when I was her age.” Sam added.

The rest of the group came to the dining room and ate the pizza. You did your best to stay quiet and spy on them, but you were sure you were caught by Natasha and Clint at least once when you creeped around the corner.

You rushed off before everyone finished up and ran to your room. You were just going to hide the night there it seemed. You didn’t want to face Uncle Bucky at all right now because he seemed a bit angry.

Maybe tomorrow you could stop running away but for now you were just fine with hiding still.

…That all ends when your dad knocks on your door, calling your name. “Can you open the door please? Sweetie?”

You grumbled, “No.” Then covered your body with your fuzzy blanket, concluding this is a great hiding spot. You have so many other fuzzy blankets on your bed, so hiding under one seemed reasonable.

“I need to talk to you about something important. Please open the door.” Your dad spoke up again, amusement covering his voice.

“Uh, is it super-duper important?” You hesitated as you responded.

“Yes, very super-duper.” He replied and you heard a slight chuckle.

You huffed loudly and heavily, “Fine. But I’m not getting up to open the door, I’m hiding.”

“That’s alright, I can unlock it from here.” He cleared his throat, and you heard your door being unlocked. You shot up in your bed, feeling completely offended at the door opening. This made no sense! You were the only person with the key to your bedroom door.

“No fair! How did you get in?!” You yelped as he walked in, standing in the entry way and crossing his arms.

“I’m a superhero, a door can’t stop me.” He shrugged as if that was a good enough answer.

“Dad…” You groaned and smacked your head with your palm. He chuckled quietly at your reaction.

“I have someone here that wants to talk with you.” He continued, then turned to the side and revealed Bucky was standing there with an expression you couldn’t place.

“Uncle Bucky!” You shrieked this time, tumbling out of the bed with your legs kicking up in all of your fuzzy blankets and pillows, accidentally falling with a loud bump on the floor.

 “Kid,” He startled at your fall, then rushed towards you with your dad. They both helped you up and set you back on your bed as you pouted about landing weird on your knee.

“I think I’m going to have a bruise.” You complained, forgetting all about your previous actions of hiding as you poked and prodded at your knee. Your dad huffed out a breath of air and lightly touched your knee with a frown.

“Yep, that looks like it’s swelling already. I’ll go get an ice pack for you.”  He spoke up, glancing over at Bucky then back to you and giving you a peck on the forehead.

You froze up as you looked at Uncle Bucky, feeling horribly guilty and upset about the whole mess you made of the motorbike. “I’m really sorry, I swear. I’ll fix it! I saved up a ton of my Halloween candy, so if I sell it at school, then it’ll pay to get it fixed or a new one!” You blurted out a plan, feeling your heart start to race more and more as you stared at your uncle.

“Hey, no need to do any of that, save your Halloween candy for yourself,” He started, sitting at the edge of your bed.

He continued, “When I saw what you did, I thought it was very kind of you to decorate my bike. But it was a little…” You cut him off with a noise.

“I’m sorry! Really! I’m super sorry. I just wanted to put stickers everywhere and your bike would look shinier and pretty with my stickers, but after I did it, I saw I ruined it.” You rambled.

Bucky shook his head, “Kid, it’s ok. We all make mistakes sometimes, but I did want to talk to you about what you told your dad. Did you really think I’d hurt you?” He looked so upset at the thought of it.

“No… not really?” You groaned then shook your head, “I know that you and daddy and all of the others go out and fight and stuff.”

“We would never hurt you, you’re my niece, everyone here loves you.” He mumbled to you, leaning closer and pressing his hand onto your shoulder gently.

You sighed tiredly, “But what if I mess up more? Won’t you get sick of me?”

“You’re human, and you know what all humans do – we make mistakes and messes, but we learn from them. Everyone will still love you no matter what. Even if you destroy Tony’s lab or paint all of Natasha’s weapons or break Mjolnir somehow. Kid, you’re a treasure to us, we all love you.” Bucky explained to you.

You sniffled, feeling a little emotional and sleepy. “Promise? Even my dad would love me too if I do bad things?”

“Yes, completely, I promise.” Bucky whispered back.

Steve walked back into the room, holding the icepack and smiling at the two of you. “I promise we all love you.” He gently set the icepack on your knee as you blinked at him in confusion.

“Did you hear all of that?!” You gaped at him, making the two of them laugh deeply.

“I did, I’m a superhero after all.” He said teasingly. You groaned back at him feeling annoyed at his explanation.

“Well, when I become a superhero, I’ll be super sneaky and strong and know everything! Then you can’t surprise me anymore!” You blew out a funny noise with your tongue sticking out.

Bucky chuckled, “She got you there.”

You yawned and laid down on your pillows even more. Steve and Bucky looked at each other, then back to you and Bucky stood up from the bed.

Your dad leaned down to kiss your forehead again and Bucky squeezed your hand lovingly. “I think it’s time for you to get to sleep. Goodnight, we love you.”

“Goodnight, love you too.” You mumbled and snuggled into your blanket. You kept the icepack on your knee and fell asleep within a few minutes, feeling relieved and happy.

[bucknastysbabe]

The Call Girl - H. Zemo

Kink Bingo - Spanking

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Call girl reader, Zemo is bb girl, Madripoor shenanigans, she wants that Bucky dick, possessive Zemo, spanking, shite bdsm etiquette, aftercare, pnv!sex, subtle audio voyeurism, That Club Scene

A/N: Sokovian is like Hungarian/Slovenian with Cyrillic lettering. So I made a Russian Slovenian nightmare.

сладкий - sweet

хорошая девочка - good girl

теплый - warm

You worked in Madripoor as a call girl. You didn’t provide ‘favors’ unless the client was handsome or particularly wealthy. The Baron, one of your favorites, had recently contacted you on accompanying him to Lowtown. You rolled your eyes, Lowtown had nothing good coming out of there.

He needed a date to fit in with the crowd at the Brass Monkey. The wire number was included in the message. You shrugged, Helmut was dearly missed since he’d been locked up. In the past he’d need you to scope out former Hydra members. Then have intense sex. Usually fun.

You idly wondered how he got out. Whatever, you accepted the request and informed Zemo that you would be there. Time to pick out a clubbing fit now. A client had recently bought you some jewelry that needed to be shown off.

You raised a brow at the two men accompanying the Baron. They seemed just as surprised. The famed Falcon barked, “Who the hell is this?” Meanwhile the stupidly handsome Winter Soldier glared you down, a mulish tilt to his jaw. Zemo swaggered forward wearing a lavish coat.

“Ah- dearest, you’re just as lovely as I last saw you. How are you сладкий?” He held his arms out, embracing you with a kiss on each cheek. He purred, “Business first, then much needed play Hm?”

You ran a manicured nail down his cheek, teasing, “I’ve been great. But we are very, very overdue.”

Clad under Zemo’s arm he turned to face the two men. They probably were here about the whole serum nonsense. Everyone knows something in Madripoor, knowledge is monetary. Helmut smoothly supplied, “Sam, James, My lovely friend here is to help us blend a bit more. She’s got connections everywhere.”

Sam frowned. “Whatever works man. Let’s get this over with.” Bucky nodded, looking at unease. Helmut palmed your ass, smirking like the cat that got the cream. You planted a kiss on his smooth cheek, inhaling the expensive cologne.

The two Avengers stuck out like sore thumbs. Your eyes flickered over to the Power Broker making deals while you danced with Zemo. You giggled at his little dance, pulling the Baron closer. You twisted to align your back to his front. The Sokovian tilted his head, a question in the air. You shouted over the music, “I know you did ballroom, but just move with me!” He nodded dutifully, hands encircling your hips.

To the thudding bass you rolled along to the music. Zemo learnt quickly, always did, serious face trained on yours. You grinded against his hips, asking, “Do you like my new sapphires? Montez bought them.” Zemo fingered at the jewels, not missing a beat. He hummed, “Good choice, meant to look ravishing with them only adorning you.”

Your lashes fluttered at his sultry tone. Helmut drove you fucking wild. You turned to capture his thin lips, lapping into his spicy taste. Zemo’s fingers clamped onto your waist, rutting roughly. The moment was interrupted by Sam and Buck, saying Sharon? was ready.

Well. Things have shifted dramatically. You just wanted to get boned. Not run from bounty hunters and practically blacklisted from Madripoor. Your very lucrative home. Also they didn’t realize their dear Sharon was the Power Broker, not your problem at the moment. You liked having a tongue.

The soldier snorted, “Bad luck huh?”

Sam added, “I’m sorry you got dragged into this. I’m sure- uh- someone can sort this out.”

You hissed, pointing at Zemo pacing, “I expect someone to find me a pardon. Hightown is where I work, live, and no one is watching my fucking cats!”

Zemo sighed, running a hand across his brow. He leveled you with a look, promising, “You will get sorted out my dear. Oeznik is already making arrangments. Why don’t you join me for a drink in the cabin, hm сладкий?”

Feeling slightly better you acquiesced by holding a prim hand out, the Baron taking it and leading you both to the back, closing a curtain and shutting the door. You could vaguely hear the two men complaining.

Once the door shut, Helmut was upon you, pushing you face first on the bed. You moaned softly, poking your ass up for him. Zemo hummed, “I would be quite upset to miss your company. Poor little James looked to be quite infatuated when you turned.”

To egg on the Baron you laughed, “He could join in, very easy on the eyes that one. Pliant.”

Helmut subtly growled, a gloved hand gripping at the meat of your ass. He ordered, “Don’t play the whore. You’re more than that. James is a pawn, a dog at our feet. Don’t even consider Wilson. сладкий, you’re all mine for the night, understand?”

You nodded, a strangled whimper of ‘yes’.

“хорошая девочка,” he said.

You heard his belt rustle, the clink of it in the air. Unable to help but squirm feeling his heavy gaze. Helmut stated flatly, “Since you dressed like a minx, brought up James, and teased me I think that earns you ten swats. Does that seem good?”

You babbled, “Yes Baron, I’ve been bad, I deserve those.”

He smirked again, flexing the belt with a crack. Zemo continued, “If you count them like my хорошая девочка then I’ll reward you. You remember the word?”

You gulped and replied, “теплый.”

Zemo closed in, and slid up your tight dress. He stopped, you turning to look. The Sokovian had his thoughtful head tilt on. He grunted, “Dress off.”

“Yes Baron.” The dress was shimmied off and you returned to your position. He made a sound of amusement, palming your smooth ass one more time. Helmut purred, “Remember to count my dear.”

Crack. One.

He struck the belt across both cheeks, zinging pain making you writhe and cry out a strained, “One sir!”

Your pussy was already achy and soaked from the build up. Zemo’s antics would have you squalling by the end. You’re a princess, not a pain slut.

Crack. Crack. Two, three.

This one was harder, definitely leaving a welt. You howled and gripped at the bedding, moaning in pleasure-pain. You gritted out, “Two and three sir.” You whimpered at the aftershocks of the intense heat.

“Doing so well.”

Crack! Across the backs of your thighs. You jolted up the bed, a leather clad hand easily yanking you back. He laughed lowly, “Easy girl.” You whimpered and stilled yourself, sulkily replying, “F-four.”

Crackcrack! Criss crossed across your ass. Your pussy convulsed around nothing, needy for his cock. You whined, “Five! Thank you Baron- fuck, six!” You clenched your sore thighs together, head foggy.

Seven and eight were a blur. Tears began to well in your eyes, ass stinging and bruising. Helmut cooed and praised you, thumb tenderly circling your ankle. You mewled, “S-s-seven, ah-eight.”

“So close.”

Crack. Crack. One final smack on each cheek. The floodgates opened, you babbling, “Fuckfuck- m’god! Baron! Shit nine ten! Fuck me Helmut, oh god fuck me!” You couldn’t hold back the sobs, presenting your sore ass.

Helmut had stripped behind you, laying over your wracked frame. He slid his palms up your waist, nipping your ear. The Baron groaned, “You bloom so gorgeous for me.” You sniveled and rutted back against his hard cock, begging brokenly for dick.

He laughed, “I have you. I have you.” The blunt tip of his cock rubbed around your swollen, wet folds before sliding in one rough stab. The pair of you gasped and shook, your ass reigniting with pain at the collision.

Zemo muttered rapid Sokovian nonsense, breathing down the nape of your neck. He urged, “Take it dear. For your Baron.” You nodded in drunken jerks, grasping the fine bedding. You were already so close from the spanking.

Helmut pounded his frustrations into your willing body, grunting and spouting Sokovian nothings. His balls slapped wetly against your cunt, filling the room with a lewd soundtrack. Meanwhile you scrabbled at the bed, sobbing his name and praising the Baron.

“So gah-goddamn good! Close- please don’t stop sir! Mmm!”

He licked and sucked at your shoulder and neck, cracking his palm down on your flank. The new sting made your eyes roll back and cunt aggressively pulse out slick. You shook under the brunt of your long awaited orgasm, howling in ecstasy. Zemo growled, “Hah- that’s it dear, let them hear, let them know what they can’t have.”

You yelled, “Youyouyou Helmut!”

His pulsing cock stretched your rolling pussy, driving deep to fill you up with a quiet grunt. He hoarsely panted, staying upright, amber eyes up at the roof. He gasped, “Divine dear.” You whispered, “Lay down, relax for a bit. I know my dear Baron is busy. Mind the ass.”

He chuckled, sliding out with a curse. Helmut got up on shaking legs, walking to a drawer. You looked up and asked, “What is it?” He didn’t turn, responding, “Crème. Helps with the ache for tomorrow.” You smiled at his sweetness.

Zemo returned to rub the cooling lotion into your worn buttocks, idly chatting about recent events. You simply listened, lulling off into a sleep. How you enjoyed your Baron so. But Oeznik better fly you back to the Power Broker to get your name restored. Insanity.

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Okayokayokay, now that I've digested and reread the chapter approximately 5000 times, I'm ready to talk about it.

PART 6 WAS PERFECT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS OVER CRIES IN TRUST SERIES

I can't even imagine how jarring it must have been to the reader to be back stateside after years in the war effort. And so suddenly too. One day you're sitting in briefing, discussing war strategies, and the next you're helping your mom grow cucumbers. Literally, how do you even cope with that?

I love that reader is keeping up with her knitting though 🥰🥰 Very insensitive of Zig Zig to be born in the summer and making her mom wait six months before she starts using the warmer wool garments smh.

I KNEW HER FATHER WAS BUILDING A NURSERY IMMEDIATELY!! A little project to distract him from the loss of his son and the impending arrival of his granddaughter. Love that for him. Also, I just know that he narrowed his eyes every time he saw Bucky's portrait in Clara's room like "your days are numbered if you don't do the right thing, Major >.>"

As usual, the letters were perfect. "Please let her know I'm thinking about her" aka not Bucky already wanting to make a good impression on the in-laws. "All sorts of baby animals" & "some have theirs in the summer" aka the army is so lucky these two are not codebreakers, they are so bad at this LMFAO. Alan Turing would have been in tears if they had been assigned to his team at Bletchley Park. And reader underlining "safely" in her letter? Please, she knows him so well. And him wanting to know how SHE is like stop, I love them. ALSO "film has always failed to properly capture the radiance of the sun" aka the moment I ✨ died ✨

And I love love love how reader keeps him informed of how his team is doing in the MLB. This is true love, people.

But let's take a moment to thank modern technology because like, six weeks to get a letter?? Letters are romantic, sure, but I don't know how these people cope with living in this Schrodinger's Cat situation. Couldn't be me.

Baby Clara "Zig Zig" Mae Egan, a trailblazer from birth. One of the first GI Bill babies? Please, this girl is set to conquer the entire world while her parents clap and encourage her in the background. I love how reader only sees Bucky in her because I BET that aside from the "Dumbo ears", Bucky only sees reader in Clara. I love this little family so much.

AND WE WERE BLESSED BY A BUCKY POV MOMENT AGAIN, THANK YOOOOOOU!! I just know Bucky went around camp showing everyone the pictures and the footprints like "this is my famous doll and this is our perfect daughter." And the pictures were always in his pocket for the harder times at camp. He also immediately went to Alexander in "draw me like one of you French girls" fashion. Poor guy thought Bucky was going to ask for a map of all the guard towers in the stalag, but nope. He needed a portrait to send back home to his girls.

A round of applause to Buck who apparently has a gift to scare reader shitless at any opportunity. Girlie for sure complains about this to Marge, who finds it utterly hilarious.

I have no words for them seeing each other again after almost two years. It was so sweet, and so tender, and sooo perfect.

But honestly reader's family is soooooo unserious. I died when they were like "Bucky can't sleep on the sofa, he doesn't fit there" like, babes, what are you talking about?? I thought y'all would say he couldn't take the sofa because he just escaped The Horrors™️. "He's simply too long" like dndiashdisohdio

BABY EGEN #2 WAS MADE THAT NIGHT ON READER'S CHILDHOOD BED THIS IS CANON.

I hope that morning reader pulled her little baby album and showed Bucky all she documented from the first months of Clara's life. And my headcannon is that Bucky planned Clara's first birthday party himself to make up for the time he lost in a way. Called Buck like "you and Marge have plans for the 22nd. If that's the day of your wedding, postpone. The fact that you haven't come meet my kid yet is frankly insulting. See you soon, bye." And just like me, Clara will take her first steps on the day of her first birthday, I'm speaking it into existence.

I love how reader and Marge started a friendship already. How did they find each other? And the other girls (Vi, Mary, Beth, and Myrtle)?? Has reader told them all about little Clara too?

And as I told you in the DMs yesterday, baby Clara will be the star of Buck and Marge's wedding. All the guys that were in the stalag with them will act like they're meeting a celebrity as a way to poke fun at Bucky for always showing them her picture.

I loved this series so much (will soon reblog all the parts to my sideblog, so warning for notifs lol). Thank you for sharing it with us ❤️❤️ I'm keeping my eyes peeled for that POW Camp fic you teased 👀

Beatrizzzzz your incredible asks are one of my favourite parts of posting a chapter hahahah

But honestly I cannot imagine the whiplash our dear reader went through after her ‘medical evacuation’?!

Like she’d never even been on a plan before and all of a suddenly she’s flung across the world in roughly one day, ripped out of Wycombe Abbey and plonked down into her childhood home to do quaint home front things and gestate her baby - incomprehensible.

Hahahaha I mean Clara didn’t really get to pick her due date, that was definitely Bucky and the readers doing 👀 but yes! So many baby things were knit! And skills were perfected!

I adore the thought of reader’s dad threatening Bucky’s portrait 😂 totally tracks with her fear that he might murder the man in the tool shed

I’m SO PLEASED you loved their letters - they were the first things I wrote in this part hahah

Wrote the narrative around them. But yeaaaaaah subtle as a heart attack these two. And she really really really didn’t want Buck to write her and say “your boy got shot running away to see you” hence all the underlining.

Of course we needed a Bucky POV the instant that reader finally came clean and laid all her cards on the table! Absolutely required!!

Poor Buck really means well he just doesn’t really know how to go about sharing news without almost making her heart stop first 🤣 never gonna live it down

Hahahahahha reader’s parents are practical people ok?! Boy showed up unannounced typically that means he gets the couch. They don’t really get what he’s been through, it’s all so removed for them - but he got a bed anyway!!! And his doll for a pillow 😏

You bet there’s another baby in that oven, honestly I think reader is gonna have a hard time NOT conceiving…her poor body

That baby book is definitely thoroughly combed through once Clara is taking her nap that day don’t you worry

And Bucky will refer back to it frequently when he finds sleep difficult to hold onto in the nights to come

The birthday party, the wedding, all very big events all within days of each other down in Texas

Reader and Marge’s friendship is based on an ask where she probably got Buck to forward reader’s address and they get along like a house on fire. Reader definitely has a wide circle of friends to send letters to including Ruth, Vi, Mary, and even Myrtle who might be opening her heart to a handsome RAF man.

And most definitely little Clara is the most popular girl at Marge and Buck’s wedding but thankfully Marge is kind hearted about being upstaged by a precocious one year old.

It has been such a joy to share this story with you all and honestly?! Already up to my eyeballs in research for the next fic!!!!

[pandagirl45]

I want to see Colonel Rhodes introduce his American Captain husband to his comrades, or Tony introduce Bucky to employees.Please

I'll do you one better, I'll do both ^-^ because both is cute or hilarious.

(Rhodey's comrades meeting Steve)

The colonel mentioned something about bringing his partner, who was very insistent on coming. It wasn't a new thing significant others come to the base. What the comrades of Colonel Rhodes wasn't excepting was Captian America. In the flesh. The taller blonde held the colonel hand. An easy smile on the blonde face, the team stared for a whlle longer.

"Team, this is my partner, steve." He spoke with casual politeness. Fondness from their colonel eyes. Steve looked back with equal fondness.

There was an easiness about them, as steve greeted them all. For a guy from the 20s to 40s, he seems to settle being with their colonel. Not that was a bad thing but, "how did... you, you know?"

The others looked back at the first person to ask what they all were thinking. It's just, how?

Rhodes eyes rolled harder than they ever seen. He usually does that with his own commanders. They call the rhodes eye roll. The longest drawn out eye roll. Steve didn't look offended, "we got together after I got injured and I asked him out high off sedatives."

This time their colonel snorted tapping the blonde chest, "It was after blondie. Now," their colonel rubbed at the taller cheek, "You met my other work team. Gonna get back safe?"

Steve hummed leaning into the colonels hand, "yes sir."

The team stared with a pause of surprise as they caught the unflappable man get a shade of red in his cheeks. A Cheshire cat grin from the hero, a legend. They are dating. They are actually dating.

Another pause, as the colonel turned his attention back to the team, "what?"

"You guys are a power couple!"

This time, their colonel had a sharper grin, "Alright, Everyone suit up, no more questions about my personal life."

(Tony's employees meeting Bucky)

For the employees of stark industries to transform into a rumor mill was not one some workers bingo cards. It's not a terrible worklife. Honestly, the new building is cozier and safer.

What made the building become a blockade for rumors and whispers is one Winter Soldier walking in holding flowers, a bag that smelled like a burger, a cooler on one arm.

The short haired super soldier had his classic sour expression. With the flowers and food, it looked like a prank was done on him. Who could this super soldier be here for? Some say it is for the scientist. Some say it's for Miss Potts as a surprise from happy through the soldier.

What the employees of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts was to see the shorter of the two barrel out of the stair way. Hands already reaching out. Their boss didn't care for much, but color them all shock when the expression on the solider changed from dour to pleased.

"Hey kitt."

Their boss did a small shush, but the lights gave away his excited grin and reddening cheeks, "you came. Comfortable?"

"Missed you. I'll swallow the nerves."

This time their boss frowned but sighed out, "they say I'm stubborn. Alright buck-a-boo, let go to my office."

"Kinky," was the wolf like smirk that the employees looked away from. Their boss voice mumbling lowly. Again, not on the Bingo cards.

"Not like that, calm down white wolf." Their boss stopped looking at everyone, flowers resting in his arms, "Hello my fellow minions who do a phenomenal job! This is my boyfriend, Bucky! Please don't crowd him."

That was it, the pair left while having a silent conversation. The employees stared as the two was gone. A new rumor forming on if they formed a psychic link. It's possible in their world of many possibilities.

[rissararity]

Keep My Secret - Stucky/OC

By RissaRarity

(A/B/O, NSFW, threat of SA -failed attempt)

Fic masterlist - idk why it says it's my ao3, must be a bug?

EAU DE OMEGA PART 2 - (Steve + Prism)

An hour later, Prism strode down the sidewalk in her cinched over coat and clunky boots – equal parts elegant and cute.  She let her pheromones go completely, not holding back at all.

Trying to appear lost in thought and unobservant, she squinted at the street signs in the bit of light provided by a street light.

She could hear Steve taking out a pursuer on coms as she walked alone, not really looking at the other people scatter around.

It wasn’t the worst neighborhood,  but it was close.

She ignored cat callers and heard more scuffling every few minutes. She’d nearly completed her planned path when she was grabbed and pulled into an ally.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out so late?” An alpha that reeked of cigarettes showed his stained teeth, shoving her back against the wall.

Prism yelped, knees shaking as he smothered her with his aura, making her hair stand on end. Her throat felt tight as he yanked the tie on her coat loose and opened it.

“P-please…” she cowered, crossing her arms over herself, eyes flashing around for an exit.

“You’re gonna be begging me to fuck you before long, omega.”

“N-no I!” 

he pawed at her blouse,  “Be quiet. Don’t move.” He commanded, making her blood run cold as her body froze.

Any time now guys!

As soon as she thought it, her assailant was grabbed from behind and thrown against the opposite wall.

Bucky beat the man with his vibranium arm while Steve called in another pick up, putting a hand on his mate’s shoulder to stop him from turning the guy into a meat paste.

The blonde then got in one good punch that knocked him out cold.

They turned their attention to her immediately, finding her shakily righting her clothes and redoing the bow on her coat.

“You okay, Bon?” Steve asked, slowly stepping a little closer to the very omega looking woman with wide, teary eyes and pink cheeks.

“It’s different with the shot.” She said numbly. “Normally it doesn’t bother me but…that was…scary. Being helpless.”

Bucky stepped a little closer too, frowning.

“Oh sweetheart,” Steve took her into his arms and held her head to his collar bone to take comfort in his scent. Prism melted against him and yet her tears slide down just as Bucky got on her other side and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“We can call it a night. Get you home and snug as a bug in a rug.” The beta kissed her cheek, making her crack a smile and take a deep breath- inhaling both of their scents.

Steve stiffened behind them, Bucky a moment after. “Someone’s watching us. I can feel it.” He said against her lips, kissing her after to cover it.

“How do you want us to play this, Priz?” Bucky asked, kissing up the side of her neck.

Despite the terror she just felt, being surrounded by her teammates like this made her feel safe and wanted.  All she could think about was their muscular torsos pressed against her, hands starting to wander for the sake of the cover.

“He’s a sex trafficker, right?” she whispered, arching her back to push her breasts toward the blonde and leaning her head back to rest on Bucky’s chest and looking up at him with gentle, submissive eyes.

“Yeah…such a good girl…”the  alpha murmured as he opened the top part of her coat and began to kiss the skin her dress revealed. She ran her fingers through his hair, making him shiver as it sent tingles across his scalp.

“This is fine.” She said against Buck’s lips before kissing him as his mate’s hand slipped into her neckline, lips attached to her neck.

They carefully kept her breasts from being exposed to the intruding gaze while Bucky began to suck on the side of her throat while he palmed one in a leather covered hand. She moaned against his lips, her hands sliding up the Captain’s muscular torso.

By the time they felt the onlooker leave, all three of them were breathless and horny. It was like they had to peel themselves away, red faced and warm.

“M-maybe we shouldn’t go back yet.” Bucky voiced, watching Prism hastily right herself.

Steve gulped and looked back and fourth between the others, pupils blown. He nodded, “We should wait. Alright for another lap?” he asked the “omega” who rubbed her thighs together shyly.

“You’ll get even more of a response now. Trust me.” The alpha told her, “You smell incredible.” The brunet agreed, nose twitching a little.

Feeling much better after some reassurance and distracting, she agreed.

It felt weird to be walking around in a public place so wet; her pussy lips rubbing on her clit while she walked felt almost torturous.

The walk felt like it was ten miles long. When she met up with them again she noticed the scent of their horny pheromones had dissipated. They were surprised that hers hadn’t. They headed back outside the town to where the invisible quinjet waited.

In the enclosed space, she tried to play it cool and act as normal as possible. Unfortunately her stress rolled off her and only peaked the curiosity of her partners.

Bucky was piloting the craft so Steve sat in the back where the girl was holding a bar for stability.

“Come here, Priz.” He patted his lap, smiling a little as she immediately sat down; yelping a little as she felt his hardness under her. The blonde put his hands on her hips and rocked her slightly, making her gasp.

She shuttered, leaning her head back on his shoulder with a desperate whimper.

“What do you need, baby girl?” he asked huskily in her ear, rocking against her again.

“I…I need…” She crinkled her face in frustration as she got flustered.

“I can’t help you until you tell me what you need.”

She glared just before Bucky spoke up, still looking ahead, “Turbulence coming up. Better strap down, Doll.”

Steve was happy to tighten his grip on her hips, “I’ve got her.” Then adding quieter in her ear, “she’s not going anywhere.”

The little growl in his words made her clit pulse and a mewel come from her lips. She looked away from Steve as she blushed.

The ship began to shake slightly for a few seconds on and off, the alpha used each vibration as an excuse to grind against her rear.

“Please…” She panted, head foggy with lust. “I need to cum. Make me cum…”

Steve smirked, grabbing her cheek with one hand and turning her to look at him, “What was that? I can’t hear you when you’re not looking at me.”

She knit her brows and stomped her foot a little on the metal floor, pouting. “Don’t make me say it again…” She begged.

Fully aware and listening, Bucky smirked as his mate raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He waited as she glared before sighing, “Please make me cum. Please.”

She held his gaze silently for a few long seconds before he winked, “As you wish, Princess.”

Steve eased her knees apart and slid his fingers slowly up her thigh to slide up her slit over her panties, groaning as he felt how wet she already was.

“You really like having both of us, don’t you? So naughty.” He murmured in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then temple.

Yes, she really did.

Speechless, she blushed as he slid his long fingers up and down a couple of more times before pulling the thin fabric aside to touch her fully.

Immediately, her back arched and she took a shaky breath against his neck. She huffed impatiently as he teased her before rubbing her clit, earning a gasp and shutter as she began to press grateful kisses to his jaw.

“Such a needy little psudo-mega…” he smiled approvingly as he easily started with two fingers, a growl in his chest as he felt how easily her body welcomed him.

“Nugh…” She closed her eyes and got lost in the feeling as he finger fucked her in the back of the quinjet, inhaling his alpha pheromones between whimpers and gasps.

“This is how real omegas have their stress dealt with too. It’s the best outlet, if you ask me, because I’m pre-wired to please you.” He sucked on the side of her neck, careful to avoid her mating gland.  His words ghosted across her skin like minty, electric shocks as his fingers reached the spongey spot inside of her that made her breath catch and body tense.

“I just wanna please you, ‘mega. Let alpha take care of you.” He murmured,  enjoying what he thought was the scent of the Eau de Omega perfume as he slid out from under her and smoothly slid back in to the second knuckle, kneeling.

“…Alpha…” she panted back, doing her best to fuck his fingers while his thumb rubbed her pearl.

“You did such a good job tonight…good girls get rewards, don’t they Bon?”

Her lusty eyes met his as a blush flooded her cheeks, “Y-yes…” she hesitated when he glared for a moment,  “…sir…?”

“Captain.”

Oh.

“Yes Captain.” She amended.

He grinned, “Good girl.”

She whimpered and moved her hips to ride his fingers faster.

“Come for Alpha, Sweetheart. Let me feel how tight you are…” he lowered his head to her inner thigh and began to kiss it, pushing her knees wide open to make room for his him.

Her eyes snapped back open as she felt him suckle on her bud while continuing to let her fuck his fingers. She practically dripped at the sight of Steve with his mouth on her sex, moaning as he met her gaze confidently, even his own eyes full of lust.

Meanwhile, Bucky was listening closely as he pretended to pilot the jet. One hand on the wheel and the other  lazily rubbing himself over his pants as he easily created a mental image from the sounds alone. He closed his eyes after a bit to get a peek at Steve’s live visuals…biting his lip to hold in a groan as he witnessed her beautiful arousal up close in his minds eye.

He could almost feel the wetness hit his cheeks as the cord in her snapped and she came around his mate’s -now three- fingers.

“Good girl, Princess. I’m so proud of you.”  The blonde gently removed his fingers, blushing a little when she gasped at the loss of them  surprising even herself.  He stood a little to rest his forehead on hers, chest aflutter that she accepted it even if she was still riding her high.

“Good girls get rewards, don’t they Bon?” he repeated, a smirk in his words.

“…yes Captain.”

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With the tension and stress drained from her body with the help of an alpha, Prism felt more relaxed than she had in a while. Steve’s horny alpha pheromones had given her all she needed to maintain homeostasis.

It also confirmed the running theory that Bucky’s alpha act passed the omega test.

It really did.

To her omega senses, Bucky felt every bit an Alpha when that was his goal. Even his horny alpha pheromones were on par with the real deal.

The knowledge made her start to get wet again as her mind wandered to what it would be like to be domed my both of them at once. Steve's nose twitched at the scent, eyebrow raising as he glanced over at her sitting on the love seat.

The beta decided to “shower” upon their return and Steve had gotten to relieve himself last time so it was only fair.

For the sake of Steve keeping a hold of himself, he and Prism sat on opposing couches in the little den with books in their hands.

He noticed the far away look in her eye as she got distracted with her own thoughts, scent of her arousal faded as quick as it arrived. She was content, even with the handsome hunk of alpha glancing up at her every few minutes.

After a while, Steve’s attention was grabbed by a whine from the other couch.

Bonnie pouted as he looked at her, making him grin. “What is it, little one?”

“I…I want…I…wader-kerder…” she muttered the last bit, picking at the hem of the shirt she’d stolen when Bucky tossed it to shower.

He gave an amused look, “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I…I SAID….I…I want…” she wiggled in embarrassment, casting her eyes to the throw pillow beside him. “I want to cuddle, okay?!” she blushed.

“You only had to ask.” He smiled, laying down on his side and scooting back a bit more into the couch. To his surprise, she laid on her side and planted her face in his chest, purring happily until she fell asleep while one of his arms curled around her.

A close lipped smile sat on his face while he breathed in her lavender conditioner and tossed his book on the coffee table. He laid there holding until he, too, fell asleep as her content omega pheromones unwittingly soothed him.

Bucky entered the room with damp hair, eyes sparking with joy as he saw them cuddled so close.

Her peaceful breathing filled the room as the beta went over and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her head, then one to Steve’s forehead. A small smile sat on his lips while he looked at them for a long while before collapsing on the other couch and crossing his arms over his chest as he rested his eyes.

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Zombies

Series: A Zombie's Serenity 

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

| MASTERLIST |

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"I can't believe we have to share our school with Zombies now." Bucky complains as we eat breakfast. 

"Their classes are in the basement... it's not like you ever go down there." I say earning a glare from him. 

"Zombies don't belong at school with us. They're disgusting and dangerous. You need to remember that, sis." He gets up from the table. 

My entire family hated Zombies since one bite off our grandpa's ear so we were all raised to dislike them. I was the oddball out when it came to them though my whole life I tried getting into Zombietown but since my uncle was head of Z-patrol I always got caught. 

"Good luck on cheer." My mom smiles as I grab my backpack. 

"You know she'll make it. Plus Bucky picks and he's going to pick his sister." My dad gives her a look and they both laugh as I rush towards the door. "Remember to keep the under part of your hair tied and clipped up hidden away!" My parents shout.

"How excited are you for cheer!" Addison walks with me to school. 

"I can't believe that's all our family thinks about." I say making her look at me shocked.

"Because our family is all about cheer, duh. I know we will nail the tryouts." She heads in as the bell rings and I see Bucky mock a zombie then screams as the zombie laughs touching the fence. 

"You're such a scaredy cat, Bucky." I place my hand on his shoulder as the Z-patrol lady grabs the zombie making me feel bad as we go in.

"We can't let those monsters change this town, sis, cuz." Buck tells us as we walk the halls. 

"They're just going to school like us." She tells him. 

"I already told him that." I huff. 

"Like us? People love me, okay? I got jazz hands. Those freaks are nothing like us. They tried to eat our grandfather." He turns to us. 

"It was just a small... bite." She tells him. 

"Cheer tryouts today after school, everybody. Let's go Mighty Shrimp!" He shouts to remind everyone and I walk off wanting to be alone. 

When Addison comes in with her new friend Bree, I politely introduce myself and we all chat till the Z-Alarm goes off. In the halls, everyone runs around while we calmly walk Bree to the zombie-safe room. "Everything's gonna be okay." She tells her but she runs off. 

"Bree!" I shout her name. 

"I'll get her, you go to the safe room." Addison chases after her.

I look around but roll my eyes going to the safe room and the door locks behind me, "People are ridiculous and this room is ridiculous." I talk to myself then hear someone in the room running. "Hello?" I call out. 

"Hello?" A guy calls out. 

"Why did you run when you heard me come in?" I ask seeing a tall silhouette. 

"You startled me." He tells me. 

"I startled you? You startled me running around in the dark not saying a word." I chuckle walking around. 

"Sorry, but this is not how I expected my first day to go." He huffs making his way towards me. 

"Trapped in a zombie safe room? I sorta did." I tell him truthfully. 

"Oh, no. That I expected too. That happens to me all the time, it's sort of my thang." He makes me laugh. 

"So you get trapped in rooms a lot?" I ask him. 

"No, that was a lie." He chuckles. 

"You?" He asks. 

"Sorta my thang. When Z-patrol always caught me trying to sneak into Zombietown when I was younger." I explain.

"Why did you try sneaking into Zombietown?" He asks getting closer to me. 

"I wanted to prove I could find a nice zombie friend my age to prove my family wrong." I say as I hear Addison come in. 

"I lost Bree. You made a new friend too. Hi, I'm Addison." She walks over to me. 

"Hi, I'm Zed." He introduces himself. 

"You have anything big today?" She asks him. 

"I'm trying out for the football team." He tells us. 

"Cool, my cousin and I are trying out for the Cheer Squad. Cheer is basically our life since we were little." She tells him. 

"My dad doesn't even think I'm gonna make the team." He tells us. 

"Is that because you're bad at it or something else. Because if you're bad at it, you're mostly to make the team. Our team sucks." I could barely see him with the lights still very dim even up close to him. 

"But if you're good it will be like our job, hopefully, to cheer for you." Addison tells him as the lights turn on. "Ah! Zombie." Addison shouts punching him in the face. 

"Addison! I'm so sorry, Zed. She has this reflex and it doesn't help with her seeing you're a zombie." I try to see his face. 

"Yeah, I'm sorry. My parents, our family, have always taught me, us, that zombies are disgusting, dead-eye freaks, but... you're not hideous at all." She smiles at him and I roll my eyes. 

"Thanks. I'll take it." He tells her and looks at me. 

"As I hinted at, my family hates zombies. Ever since one bit our grandpa's ear." I tell him. 

"But now we'll just talk your ear off." He gives me a smile and I notice Addison looking at me out of the corner of my eye. 

"There you two are." Bucky rushes in with the Acey's moving us away from Zed. "If you ever touch my sister and my cousin again it won't be pretty which as you can see is off-brand for me." Bucky tells him. "To the cheer tryouts. Seabrook awaits." Buck grabs us taking us out of the room. "Both of you stay away from zombies. Especially you." Bucky narrows his eyes at me before walking off. 

I turn to leave but Addison stops me, "Where are you going?" She asks me. 

"I gotta get something from my locker." I smile. 

"We have class right now." She drags me with her. 

I knew football tryouts were going on right now and I wanted to apologize to Zed. While the teacher's back was towards me, and I was the closest to the door in the back, I sneak outside the classroom. Once out in the hall, I run off to football tryouts outside. When I get out to the field I see the team lined up and Zed talking to the couch before walking away upset. 

"I'm guessing he said no based on your walk?" I speak up and make him look up from the ground. 

"I thought you aren't allowed to talk to me?" He looks around. 

"I'm not but when do I ever listen? Remember I said I tried sneaking into Zombietown when I was younger?" I chuckle.

"Why are you out here?" He asks confused. 

"I wanted to apologize about my brother and say I'm nothing like him." I mess with my fingers behind my back. 

"I can tell you're not like him. When your cousin punched me you apologized to me. When the lights turned on you weren't even scared for a second or disgusted." He smiles. 

"I'm sorry you didn't make the football team." I look behind him. 

"I'm not the surprise but it sucks." He agrees. 

"I'm sure, you're a good player." I let him know. 

"You don't even know me." He chuckles. 

"You're right but still..." I chuckle. 

"I never got your name." He tilts his head. 

"Oh, I'm Serenity." I tell him. 

"It's nice to meet you, Serenity. Wow, your hair is cool." He reaches to touch my hair and I see a strand of white come loose.

"Thanks, I was born with it but my family makes me keep it hidden under my dark hair. I like yours too. I should get to class... I snuck out to come see you. And I'm sure you don't want Principal Lee knowing you're out here." I motion back towards the school fixing my hair. 

"Thanks. I was born with it. You should show it off. I think it's neat. But yeah, you're right. Good luck on cheer tryouts." He says as we walk into the school going very separate ways.

-

When Zed gets back to the basement Eliza narrows her eyes at him while he took a seat smiling to himself. "You really had to make someone pull the alarm?" She gets at him. 

"I didn't mean to." He tells her. 

"Why did you leave the basement? She asks. 

"To go to football tryouts but I didn't make it because I'm a zombie. But I met two nice cheerleaders in the zombie safe room. I mean one punched me when the lights came on but apologized after her cousin apologized first. And she snuck out of class to come to apologize about her brother." He tells her as the bell rings. 

"Football is stupid anyways." Eliza tells him. 

"Thanks for the pep talk." Zed tells her as Bonzo makes fun of him. "Ha, ha, ha, Ha! Very funny. You know, I think that cheerleader likes me." Zed tells them.

"The one that punched you in the face?" Eliza asks. 

"Maybe, who knows, but I'm talking about her cousin. The one who snuck out to see me. I think there's something there. You know? She's different and when she was young she would try to sneak into Zombietown to find a friend. I believe she's the girl I saw that one day and no one believed me." Zed explains to her. 

"Look, humans are bad but cheerleaders are monsters. Things need to change." Eliza makes Zed look at the words on the wall. But she is different. I can feel it.

-

"Okay, let's go! Line up! Welcome to cheerleading tryouts. It's nice to see so many... wannabes. I mean, we'd want to be us too if we weren't already in the Cheer Squad. You need to bring it. Okay? Like..." I zone out Bucky continues his speech till it was time to start the tryouts. And we copy Bucky doing the cheer.

We were made for this There's nothing we can't do We came to play We're here to stay and win the day 'Cause we were made for this Didn't come here to lose We came to play, we're here to stay What's left to say when we know

Nothing's gonna get in our way No! So get up out of our way We're fired up, we're fired up We're fired up Nothing's gonna get in our way No! So get up out of our way We're fired up, we're fired up We're fired up Aah!

"Been waiting for this day to come. And it was all so clear. Since I was a little girl. I saw me standing here." Bucky points at Addison to go. 

"And all the times they told me 'walk away' I said ' Forget it' I knew where I was headed. And I was gonna get it." Bree cheers as we continue the routine.

When it comes to needing to win over a crowd, Bree gives up while we wait for our turn. "We are the Mighty Shrimp! It's time to show you now! We got the stuff to light you up! It's getting hotter now! We're getting hotter now! It's getting hotter now!" I get the crowd going so me and Addison lead.

We were made for this There's nothing we can't do We came to play We're here to stay and win the day 'Cause we were made for this Didn't come here to lose We came to play, we're here to stay What's left to say when we know

Nothing's gonna get in our way No! Come on, let me hear you say We're fired up, you're fired up We're fired up Nothing's gonna get in our way Come on, let me hear you say We're fired up, you're fired up We're fired up Fired up, fired up

"Welcome back to the Mighty Shrimp. Wear our colors with pride." Bucky walks up to Addison and I and she thanks him and gets him to let Bree join too. "People love cheer. That's why makes me so important. And I'd hate to see that change. Change is upon us now that zombies have entered our school. Cheer is being threatened. C-H-E-E, are you ready to protect it? Let the cheer initiation begin!" Bucky says making us look at each other.

[wvintersoldat]

cold - b. barnes

summary | you and bucky don’t get along. you never have, and you never will. so of course, Steve has decided you guys will be partnered up for everything from now on.

pairing | bucky barnes x Stark!reader

warnings | swearing, mentions of violence, hypothermia, drowning, mentions of past trauma

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“Y/N! I trip over your shit one more goddamn time and I’m fucking burning it!”

“Your cat bites me once more and I’m fucking kicking it!”

“Oh, fuck you!”

“Fuck me? Fuck you!”

“I swear to God, I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“Good luck with that, you fucker!”

Bucky storms past Steve and Sam, anger radiating off of him. The two men share a look, Sam poorly hiding his grin behind his hand.

“God. They’re seriously gonna hurt each other one of these days.” Sam laughs as soon as the door to Bucky’s room slams shut.

Steve grins, though it is quickly replaced by a thoughtful frown. Sam grimaces, recognizing his scheming look, and sighs.

“You’re gonna fuck with ‘em?”

A grin forms on Steve’s lips as he stares at Bucky’s closed door. “How would you feel about getting a new partner?”

Sam snorts. “You’re crazy, man.”

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“You’re reassigning me? Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, we’re just rearranging some things. Trying out some new combinations.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you smooth your hair away from your face. Forcing a steadying breath between your lips, you return your eyes to the borderline smug look on Steve’s face.

“Who am I with then? Sam?”

Steve shuffles some papers around on the table, fingers flitting nervously before he glances up at you.

“It's, uh,” he clears his throat, “it’s gonna be you and Buck for a while.”

“What?” You screech, “Bucky fucking Barnes? You paired me with him?”

Steve sighs. “Look, it's not that big of a deal-”

“Fuck off, Steve! Are you out of your mind?”

“If you two could just act like adults for five minutes, this wouldn’t even be an issue.”

You snort, rolling your eyes and turning your back to him as he continues to speak. “Look, if you can’t handle it, I‘ll just take you off of missions for a while.”

Scrubbing a hand down your face, you sigh. The slight edge in Steve’s voice lets you know that this decision is not up for debate, and arguing isn't going to change his mind. Your eyes flutter shut, shoulders rolling forward in defeat as some of the anger seeps out of your body.

“Fine. I’ll work with Barnes.”

“Fantastic. You better go check that you’re all packed up. We leave for Romania in four hours.”

“Yes sir.” You state curtly, not bothering to wait for his dismissal before you turn and hurry toward your room, leaving Steve smirking behind you.

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“Ten minutes to the drop point,” Sam calls over his shoulder, glancing back just long enough to catch your nod of acknowledgment. Next to you, Bucky sighs and hauls himself to his feet. You watch him out of the side of your eye as he walks toward the cockpit where Steve and Sam are seated, arguing heatedly with them while glancing in your direction. You roll your eyes at them and pull yourself to your feet, grabbing your parachute and beginning to strap it on.

As you lock the last clasp in place, Bucky appears next to you. You freeze, watching as he double-checks all of the straps on his suit while pointedly ignoring you. When he’s done, he looks up at you and raises an eyebrow.

“Can I help you with something?”

You swallow, quickly dropping your gaze back down and locking the last strap in place.

“Nope. Hand me my knife.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, throwing a glare over at Steve as he watches the both of you from afar before grabbing the knife from the seat next to him and shoving the hilt into your waiting hands. You barely catch the knife before he’s stepping closer to you, his fingers tightening on the parachute straps across your shoulders. The air leaves your lung as his touch ghosts across your collarbones, and he takes your moment of surprise to step closer to you.

“If you fuck this up for me, it will be the last thing you ever do.”

Though a shiver travels down your spine at the threat, you pull back a few inches to meet his eyes, a grin on your lips.

“Funny, I was just about to say the same thing.” You whisper, gently grazing your knife over his hip bone and towards the waistband of his pants while watching the glint of something dark flash in his eyes.

“Five minute.” Sam calls.

Bucky releases his grip on you and you slide your knife away from him and into it's holster. Steve clears his throat, standing closer to the two of you now and you finally break your stare in favor of glaring at the blonde man. Steve looks entirely unimpressed with the two of you, going as far as to roll his eyes before he turns to point at the map laid out on the table and begins to speak.

“Alright, guys. We’re dropping you half a mile from the base.” He points to the circle drawn over the blank area of the map, then traces his finger over to the large ‘X’ that marks the Hydra base. “Get in, plant the bombs, and get out. Then, make your way to the safe house, and we will meet you there in the morning. Any questions?”

When neither of you responds, he nods, a stern look appearing on his face. “Y/N, Buck, behave. Look out for each other. No fighting. The last thing we need is either of you killed. Understand?”

Bucky rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. Steve grabs his shoulder, forcing the former assassin’s gaze back to him.

“Do you understand?”

You watch Bucky’s jaw tense before he responds. “Yes, Steve. I understand.”

The super soldier’s gaze flicks to you, and you nod quickly. “I understand.”

“One minute.”

Steve nods at the both of you. “Good luck. Stay safe.”

You force a grin and wink at him. “I always am.”

He rolls his eyes, but laughs as you step towards the door that Bucky has pushed open for you to jump out of. He stands in the doorway, watching the ground pass below, and you stop across from him, sucking in a breath as you watch the tops of trees speed past hundreds of feet under you.

You bite your lip as you feel the sting of the wind against your cheek. You see the small clearing you are to land in approaching in the distance, and nervously tighten your straps down in preparation to jump. Anxiety claws at your stomach as you race closer, and then you faintly hear Sam give the signal, and barely register a hand tugging on your arm before the plane is gone from under your feet and you are dropping through the air.

_____

That mission and the next dozen pass in a blur of adrenaline and noise. You and Buck remain at each other's throats, resulting in several injuries between the two of you. You had nearly ruined the last mission when a childish competition and bickering had gotten between you, distracting you from your target. He had almost managed to escape before Steve swooped on and handled it.

After a few disciplinary lectures from Steve and Sam, you and Bucky were given one last chance to redeem yourselves before you were placed on leave for an undetermined amount of time. That is what leads you and Bucky to Kazakhstan, and a moonlit run through the snowy woods.

Flakes of snow hurtle past you, sticking to your icy skin and causing tiny pin pricks of pain to spark through you. The cold air tears at your lungs and throat with every breath you take, and your legs burn with exhaustion. You feel faintly dizzy and sick, and cold- so, so cold.

You have kept pace with Bucky so far, but now you are starting to fall behind, struggling to dodge the fallen trees and sticks in your path and not slip on the icy snow. You want to stop so badly. You‘re exhausted. Your body is screaming at you to lie down in the snow and sleep for a year or two- but you push yourself forward. You tuck the screams of protest away into the back of your mind and focus on the glint of moonlight shining off of Bucky’s metal arm, guiding you through the snowy night.

After what you are sure is a lifetime of running, you reach the top of a small ridge and barely catch a glimpse of a small cabin hidden in the snow and trees a few hundred yards below. You nearly cry in relief, legs threatening to buckle as Bucky continues his brutal pace down towards the safe house.

You race across the final treacherous distance to the cabin, only slowing when Bucky reaches the door and pulls his glove from his flesh hand, pressing his thumb to the small block above the door. A small light flashes once, twice, and then a buzz sounds before it clicks and the door swings open. A sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob rips through you as you both spill through the door and into the dark cottage.

For a few moments, you both stand in darkness, leaning against the door and breathing heavily. Your chin falls to your chest and your legs shake with over exertion, but you stay standing. As your breathing slows, you feel Bucky push away from the door and step further into the room, fumbling around in the darkness.

“You got a flashlight?” Bucky says, finally breaking the silence.

You step shakily away from the door, running your hands over your suit in a fruitless search.

“No. I- I’ve got nothing. There's not a light switch?”

“I don't know. I can't see.” He snaps.

“Right. Uh, hold on. Where are you?”

You stumble blindly in the direction you heard him move in before you feel something brush against your side, and then a hand lands on your waist.

“Here.” He says quietly, his warm breath brushing against your cheek.

“Okay, don’t move.”

You trace your hand down the side of your suit, your hand brushing against his briefly before you pull away and find the pocket you are looking for. You fumble with the zipper for a moment before reaching in and grabbing the item you were looking for and pulling it out.

“Aha.” You hold the stun gun to the side, away from both you and Bucky before pushing the button to bring the taser to life. It sparks for a moment, and you feel Bucky’s hand tighten on your hip in surprise. Finally, it clicks to life all the way, and the bridge of electricity provides you with a little light.

You take Bucky’s wrist with your free hand, placing it on your shoulder, and lead him around the room with the tiny light source, searching for a light switch.

“Hey, over there.” Bucky points past to an area to your left, too dark for you to see, and you step closer until the circle of light catches on the edge of a fireplace.

“Okay, well, good job. You found an empty fireplace. Can you start a fire in the dark without wood?”

He scoffs his breath tickling your ear due to how close he was to you, his chest practically touching your back. His hand reaches up to yours, pulling the weapon from your grip. The room goes dark again, and for a moment it stays that way- both of you standing in the dark just inches apart, his warm breath thawing the chilled skin on the back of your neck. Then, there’s a soft buzz before the stun gun clicks back to life, and he's slipping around you to explore.

You stay stuck in your spot for a moment before the cold begins to seep painfully back into your skin. You step forward, closer to Bucky and the light, and watch as he fumbles around until he finds the edge of the fireplace and the small stack of wood piled next to it. He makes a small triumphant noise, and you can barely see the smug look on his face when he turns back to you.

“You’d be so fucked without me.” He snorts, grabbing a few pieces of the wood and throwing them into the fireplace. You roll your eyes at him, stepping over to help.

“Whatever, Barnes. Just start the fucking fire.”

He laughs as you finish piling the wood, and then he uses the stun gun to start it on fire. It only takes a few tries before the old wood ignites, spreading warmth and light through the cabin.

You drop to your knees in front of the fireplace, your cold, shaking hands held out in front of you towards the flames. Bucky stands behind you for a moment before turning to look around the cabin. You hear him shuffling around for a few moments before a chair creaks and groans and Bucky sighs.

“Jesus.” His voice is muffled, and you glance over your shoulder to find his head in his hands.

“You good?”

He snorts, pulling his head up to meet your eyes, and you are shocked by the cold glare he sends your way.

“Am I fucking good? Are you kidding?”

You turn to face him, surprised by his sudden aggression. “What the hell is your problem?”

“You!” He shouts. “You’re my fucking problem, Y/N. God, if you weren’t so fucking annoying and incompetent we wouldn't even have to be here right now.”

“Me? Did you hit your head? I’m the only reason we survived today.”

He laughs. “Yeah, right. I had to drag your ass out of the line of fire more than once. You let yourself get cornered, for God’s sake. If I wouldn't have stepped in, you’d be a splatter in a wall.”

“Why did you step in then, Barnes?”

“Cause I don't need to lose my job over some little princess who’s only here because her big brother had connections.”

Had. Had. Tears well in your eyes at the mention of Tony. It had been five years since Tony died while defeating Thanos, and you still hadn't truly recovered. Your brother had been your closest friend, and you had been closer than anything. Losing him hit you hard, and everyone knew it.

You lock your jaw, pressing your lips together, and shake your head. “Fuck you, Bucky.”

Shaking, you stand and walk quickly to the door stepping outside and slamming it shut as Bucky stands from his chair. Anger and grief swirl through your mind as you trudge towards the woods. As you reach the treeline, you hear the door open again, and Bucky calling your name. Raising your hand over your head, you flip him off and continue to walk away.

The cold bites at your exposed skin and burns your chest, but you tuck your arms close around yourself as push forward, desperate to put distance between yourself and Bucky before you do something that could cost you your position on Steve’s team.

You plod on, your argument with Bucky mixing with thousands of others in your head, all of his harsh words and cold glares causing your anger to grow stronger.

Bucky doesn’t know shit about you, and yet he thinks you aren't good enough to be his partner. He doesn't know how you trained after your parents died, desperate to protect yourself and Tony. He doesn't know about how desperate you were to become stronger and faster and smarter, or the nights your brother had to nurse you back to health after you bit off more than you could chew and picked a fight with someone you shouldn't have. Bucky doesn’t know about your years of training with Nat and Clint- and eventually Steve- after Shield recruited you, or the months you spent being tortured by Brock Rumlow and Alexander Pierce as they worked to bring down Shield and release the Winter Soldier.

Fury, Tony, and Steve were the only people who knew your story and your extensive qualifications. Bucky didn’t know shit about you or how competent you truly were. So fuck him.

The snap of branches behind you pulls you from your thoughts and has you reaching for your knives.

“Y/N?”

You roll your eyes as Bucky emerges from the trees.

“What the fuck do you want?”

He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Look, I’m sorry I pissed you off, but you’ve gotta come back to the safe house.”

You snort. “Fuck off. Leave me alone, you prick.”

“Why are you being so difficult?”

“I’m difficult?” You shout. “You’re an asshole, Bucky Barnes.”

He closes his eyes, sighing again. “Okay. You know what, let's go back to the cabin and talk about this there.”

You stare at him, still holding your knives at your side.

“No?” He rubs a hand over his face. “You’re shaking, Y/N. It's cold out here. Let's just go back to the cabin, and I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.”

He holds out his hand towards you, but you don't move. His head tilts to the side, a pleading look on his face, and quietly adds, “I promise.”

Sighing, you slide the knives back into your suit. You’re reaching for his hand and taking a step forward when there’s a loud crack, and ice-cold water surges up around you.

You’re falling. The water is painfully cold, instantly stealing the breath from your lungs, leaving them burning and raw. Your head dips under the water, into the frozen darkness below, and you’re screaming. Your panicked, frozen mind fights desperately to swim back to the surface, but your limbs are cold, numb, and unresponsive.

You’re drowning. You’re suffocating, choking on the water as you fall toward the murky bottom. Your lungs scream for air, and in a desperate final attempt, you draw upon every last inch of energy within your body to force your arm up towards the surface. For a second, you’re sure you’ll break through the top of the water, but even with the burst of strength, your outstretched arm doesn't quite reach.

With dark splotches forming in your vision, your limbs begin to feel heavy again, and you feel your energy giving out. The cold seeps into every inch of your body, and just before your eyes close, you feel a hand latch onto your wrist and then you’re going up-up, up, up, until you can feel the sting of icy air against your skin and snow pressed against your back.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice sounds distant to you, but still full of shock and fear. “Y/N, keep your eyes open. I’m right here.”

You feel him prodding at you, and then you’re on your side and he’s hitting your back. You cough, water leaving your lungs only to be replaced by the brutal icy air. You cough and cough, and then there’s a hand on your face, warm against your frozen skin, and his voice sounds closer, crisper.

“Y/N! Y/N, please! Please come back.”

You groan, and he sighs as your eyes flutter open. Bucky leans over you, the wild panic in his eyes slowly fading away to be replaced by relief.

“Bucky?” Your teeth chatter as you say his name, voice raspy and breath labored, but his eyes side closed and he leans forward slightly, pressing his forehead against your chest for a moment.

“It’s me. It’s me, Y/N.” He pulls his head back to meet your eyes again, grief and worry flashing across his face. “God, I thought I lost you. I almost lost you. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You’re confused, still in shock, and entering the beginning stages of hypothermia, but you still set a shaking hand against his bicep.

“I’m- I’m okay. I’m right here, Buck.”

“God, Y/N, you’re so cold. Come on, we’ve got to get you back.” He gently wraps his arms under your shoulders and knees, lifting you to his chest and pulling himself to his feet. You tuck your arms against his chest, desperate for the warmth emanating from him.

The walk back to the cabin feels like both a few seconds and several years, but by the time you get here droplets of water have frozen to your skin, and your hair is beginning to freeze. Bucky struggles with the lock for a few moments, then practically kicks the door down when it opens, before racing to the fire.

Bucky sets you down in front of it, hushing you when you murmur his name. He throws a few more logs onto the fire and leaves you again. You have enough conscious thought left to scoot as close as you can to the flames, curling your body up tight into a ball, before Bucky returns.

“Y/N?”

You hum softly in response, eyes closed and body shaking as you lay on the wood floor.

“C’mere doll.” He reaches for you, and you slowly set your trembling hands in his. Bucky pulls you to sit upright in front of the fireplace.

“Is that okay for a minute?” He asks. You nod, swaying gently in his hold, and he frowns.

“You sure?” You nod again and he hesitantly releases you, turning to the pile of blankets and rugs he gathered behind you. Bucky hurriedly sets the rugs out in front of you, covering the cold stone floor with different furs and weavings before tossing a threadbare blanket over the top of the small nest he created. He throws a few pillows into it, then turns back to you.

“Alright, now the scary part.” He crouches next to you, setting his hand against your cheek so you slowly raise your gaze to meet his.

“We gotta get you out of those clothes, doll. Can you help me?”

Bucky’s tone is so gentle- calming and full of warmth and kindness. You aren't used to it, but in your confused state, you trust him entirely. You nod at him, eyes slightly unfocused and body shaking with cold. He nods back, then glances down at your suit.

“Okay, okay. This is- okay.” He sounds nervous, his hands hovering over you as his eyes dart across you. You shakily raise your hand to the front of your suit, fumbling for the zipper with your numb, frostbitten fingers.

“Bucky.” His eyes dart up to meet yours, then he nods and looks down to your hands, gently brushing your fingers away as he grabs the zipper. He slowly drags it down, stopping to unbuckle your utility vest, and then sets his fingers against the edge of the suit, brushing lightly against your collarbone. You shiver, and he pauses, glancing up at you again.

“Ready?”

You nod, and he drags in a quick breath.

“Alright. Arms first.” Bucky’s fingers slide over your bare shoulders and down your arms to your wrists, then one hand at a time helps you free yourself from your suit. You note his gaze dip over your exposed skin for just a moment before making a point to avoid looking anywhere other than your arm. Once you're out, he quickly grabs one of the blankets from the pile and wraps it around your shoulders before he sets his hands against your hips.

“You’re doing great, doll, almost done. Will you help me get this off?” He murmurs, tapping at your suit-covered hips.

“Yeah.” The blanket, fire, and his hands are starting to warm you up, and the fog is slowly clearing from your brain. He seems to notice the slight clarity in your eyes, as he smiles at you and grabs another blanket from the floor to wrap around you. You laugh softly as he settles it over your head to create a sort of hood, and he grins at you before gently pulling your shoes and socks off.

He helps you shimmy out of your pants, again careful to avoid looking at any inch of your exposed skin. While you appreciate the fact he is trying to maintain your sense of modesty, you are so fucking cold that you truly don't care what he sees. He moves you to the bed he created on the floor in front of the fire, covering you in dozens of blankets, and then disappears again. After he’s gone for a few moments, you find yourself staring into the fire, feeling warmth slowly reenter your body. Your mind slowly clears, and you close your eyes as flashes of your near-drowning play in your mind.

After a moment, you hear Bucky return, and turn to look at him. He walks back into the room, a towel in hand, and rubs wildly at his hair. You frown, confused for a second before he pulls the towel away and you realize his hair is wet.

“Bucky?” You slowly pull yourself upright, and he catches your confused gaze and hurries over.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He asks quickly, eyes darting across your form to try and find the problem.

You fumble through the mass of blankets to free your arm, then reach out towards him. He frowns but doesn't flinch away as your hand finds his damp hair. You run your fingers through the dark strands, then drop them to his shirt, which is also cold and wet. Now that you aren’t shaking as badly, you notice the slight tremble in his body.

“Buck, did you jump in after me?”

He frowns at you, then drops his gaze to your hand settled against his shoulder.

“I-” He cuts himself off, sighs, and starts again, “I tried to grab you, but I got to you too late. I just missed your hand. Then, next thing I know, you’re like eight feet under and I just- I had to get you out, you know, so I just jumped.”

You stare at him. “Bucky Barnes, you jumped into a frozen river to save me?”

He doesn't respond, continuing to stare at your hand. You follow his gaze, slowly moving your hand up to his jaw. You lift his face towards you and he slowly meets your eyes.

“Thank you, Bucky. You saved my life.”

“Again.” He adds with a small smile.

“Don't be a dick. Now strip and get in here before you freeze to death.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve got the serum and-”

“Yeah, well I’m still cold and you're always a freaking furnace, so get in here.”

He sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes, but nods.

“Fine, but you gotta turn around.”

“Come on, we both know you peeked.”

His cheeks darken but he gestures for you to turn away. You sigh dramatically and roll towards the fire. You hear him step away, and then turn your head back to glance at him as you hear him pull his shirt over his head. His back is to you, but you watch the muscles along his back and shoulders ripple with the movement. Once the material is over his head you turn back to the fire.

A few moments later you feel your makeshift bed shift as he settles in next to you, careful not to touch you. You roll your eyes, shifting onto your back and turning your head to look at him.

“Really?”

“What?”

“You are half hanging off of this thing.”

“Am not.”

“You have a corner of a blanket.”

“I’m comfortable.”

“I can feel you shaking.”

“That’s you, doll.”

You scoff. “The whole point of this was to not freeze to death. Get in here, I’m cold.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, but shifts closer until his arm brushes against yours.

“Better?”

“I guess.”

“You’re needy tonight.”

You elbow him in the side.

“Ow!”

“You’re an ass.”

He grins and you turn back to face the fire.

The two of you lay awkwardly next to each other for a while, neither of you speaking, while you stare into the fire.

“Y/N?” Bucky whispers.

“Yeah?”

“You feelin’ any better?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds, then his fingers wrap around your wrist and he tugs lightly. You turn to face him, expecting him to drop your hand, but he keeps his grip.

“I’m glad you’re not dead.”

You smile softly. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He rolls his eyes, scoffing.

You giggle at him, sliding your arm back until his fingers are entangled in his. “I’m glad I’m alive too. Thank you, again, for saving me.”

He nods, the smile leaving his lips and he looks down.

“I’m- I’m sorry about what I said earlier. About all the shit I’ve said to you, actually.”

You’re shocked, but he doesn't give you a chance to recover before he’s speaking again.

“I- I remember you. From, uh, Hydra. I don't remember why, but I do. You were there- weren’t you? At the end?”

You swallow hard, eyes falling to the reflection of the fire in his metal arm.

“I was.”

“Were you, um, with them?” His hand shakes slightly in yours.

“You think I worked for Hydra?”

“No. Yes? I’m not sure. Everything from that time is still a little fuzzy. But the first day I met you, I recognized you.”

It's beginning to make sense to you now- the truth of why he didn't like you. He thought you worked for the people who hurt him, and no one ever told him the truth of why you were with Pierce and Rumlow because they were either dead or sworn to secrecy.

“They- Pierce and his troop of idiots- knew who I was. They knew I was connected to Steve and Nat, and thought I would have information on them. They sent me on a secret solo mission and then kidnapped me. They knew that Steve could be a threat to their mission so they wanted me to rat him out in exchange for my life, but I refused.”

Bucky watches you silently, emotions flitting across his face as you speak.

“I think they kept us kind of close to each other. I didn’t know you then, but I could hear you screaming. Just having to hear what they did to you Buck- that was the worst part.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispers after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?”

“For being so horrible to you. I thought- I was convinced you were one of them and it turns out you were, you were hurt just like me.”

Tears prick at your eyes, and you squeeze his hand. Your other hand reaches up to cup his cheek, and his eyes dart up to yours again.

“It’s okay, Buck. I understand now.”

“Do you think we can start over?” He murmurs.

“Definitely.”

He clears his throat loudly, smiling when you laugh at him.

“Hello. My name is Bucky and I think you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen.”

You laugh. “I think your hypothermia is talking.”

He shakes his head. “Nope, it's true. You are beautiful.”

Bucky reaches up and gently pushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

“You're really laying it on thick tonight, Barnes.”

“Is it working?“

“Maybe a little.”

He grins, leaning closer to you.

“It's crazy to think that a few hours ago I wanted nothing more than to break your pretty little face.”

He gasps. “How violent, doll.”

You hum softly, watching the light bounce off of his bright blue eyes.

“Bucky?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m cold.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. I think you should kiss me. To share warmth.”

He laughs. “Right. For medical purposes.”

“Of course.”

He uses your intertwined hands to pull you closer to him, your chest pressing against his. Your breath hitches as his cool metal hand slides over your waist to rest against your spine. You trace your fingers slowly over the ridges of his arm, both of you watching the movement until you reach his shoulder, and then his eyes meet yours.

“Y/N.”

“Buck.”

“Are you sure?”

“So sure.”

Your hand slides up to his cheek, and his eyes shutter closed for a moment, and he opens them again for just a moment before his nose brushes against yours, and then his lips are on yours and every part of you just feels so perfectly right.

Your hand slides to his hair and you tug gently at it, causing him to groan softly into you. You smile into the kiss and his fingers press against your back. He draws back slightly, forehead pressing against yours.

“Doll, you keep doing that, and you’re gonna get us into a situation that neither of us can be in right now.”

Excitement floods through you, but the events of the day flash through your mind and your exhaustion seeps back in. You release your grip with a soft laugh and scratch the back of his head gently.

You press a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back. “I guess I’ll just have to remember that for next time, then.”

“Next time?”

You shrug. “I mean, if you want.”

“God, yes.”

You grin, kissing him once more before spinning in his arms and pressing your back against his chest. You feel Bucky’s breath hitch, then his arms are tightening around your waist and holding you against him, his face pressed into your shoulder.

“You sure got snuggly fast.”

He hums into your skin. “I think I’ve liked you for a while now.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

“Me too. Maybe we were just expressing it the wrong way.”

He hums again, your newfound comfort lulling you both towards sleep.

“You’re warm.” He murmurs, voice muffled by your skin.

“Yeah, you fixed me right up, Doc.”

He laughs. “Couldn’t have my partner dying on me. Looks bad.”

You laugh, and he tightens his grip on you.

“How are we gonna explain this to Sam and Steve?” You ask after a minute.

“Explain? I think those assholes set us up.” Bucky grumbles.

You laugh again. “Yeah, that definitely sounds like something they’d do.”

“We’ll get ‘em back.”

Your eyes slide closed, your hands resting over Bucky’s. “We’ll make sure they regret ever thinking this up.”

He hums. “They’re gonna hate us. We’re gonna be so obnoxious.”

“As if we weren't already.”

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[imaginedreamwrite]

For a ask: can we see silver fox alpha Steve finally finding his omega. She just opened the new coffee shop that has all sorts of art around, maybe even one of his old pieces

It had been a long time coming, a long time since he had even remotely found an omega who’s scent had called to him like this particular female’s had. It was a clear and strong strike among a room full of females who had used enhancing chemicals to alter their scents.

A clear and focused scent, one among many that was concise and untainted. A single omega among the lot of them that had been untampered, had been the strike to his core as an alpha that made his entire body him with primordial and primal urges.

That one scent made the silver fox preen. The older alpha who had yet to be marked or mated, yet to experience the breeding heat and hear the cries of his own pups, had found his omega among the visitors to his art show.

Heiresses, daughters akin to spoiled princesses of the elite, single omegas looking to become sugar babies, they were all here.

And he focused on a single omega. Of all the omegas in the room who he could have become fixated on, the ones who had enhanced their scents and displayed their unmarked necks like calling cards for the richer alphas in the art show, you were not one of them.

“Give me a moment, Buck. I think I’ve finally caught something,” Steve had dismissed Bucky and his omega with a courteous smile and the direction to enjoy themselves before he stepped away to find the omega calling to him.

Steve had stepped away from Bucky and his omega then started the process of weaving in and out of the crowds to follow the trail that was left for him. In a game of cat and mouse, chased and chasing, Steve had stopped and gone a few times before he had gotten to the back of the studio and finally set his eyes upon the wily omega.

He stood back and watched her hold a phone to her ear as she spoke, studying the gentle way she had paced in a languid and wide circle between the pieces of artwork in the back of the studio. She was breathtaking, much younger than himself and in the few moment he watched her Steve could already decipher differences between this omega and the others hanging around.

Unlike the others, this omegas scent was much cleaner and clearer. There was no chemical hinderance that altered her scent to make it appears stronger or more appealing. It was natural and endearing, addicting to Steve in every possible way.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing here.” He heard her voice, softly whispering into the phone. “I know you want me to do you a favour but…”

Steve observed you, he watched the way you had turned again, and drew his attention to the skirt of your dress. The soft material billowing about your lower thighs in a gather of tulle and silk, and the overlay detailed with flowers that had been carried up from the skirt to the bodice.

Your torso and the curve of your breasts were emphasized by the sheer boning channel’s of the corset built into the top, the swells of your breasts stirring another pique of hunger.

Steve’s mouth had watered when he caught another fresh bout of your scent. The layers and textures had hit him head on, the desire to sink his teeth into your neck made him draw his tongue against his bottom lip.

“…but these pieces are insane. And you told me the artist won’t sell these pieces without meeting the buyer and you’re not here-“

Steve’s lips had been upturned into a smirk, coy and a little cocky. He lift his fingers to his tie and straightened the sleek black silk before dropping his hands to the bottom hem of his suit jacket and tugging once, before he started walking toward you.

And as he started to close in on you he drew your attention and like a small rabbit caught in the eyes of a predator, you had jumped.

“Please, I’m begging you! He’s an amazing artist and I need need need his artwork for my boutique-“

“Jess I have to go.” You were wide-eyed and a little startled, your breath caught in your throat.

“Y/N please-“

“I have to go!” You squeaked like a caught bunny and ended the call, shoving your phone into your clutch.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, coniglietta.” His voice was husky and whether you meant to or not, you had quakes at the sound of his voice. (Little bunny)

“I wasn’t…I’m not-“ you squared your shoulders and drew in a slow, deep breath.

“You like these pieces?” Steve questioned you as he drew himself closer, slipping one hand into his pocket and keeping the other free.

“They’re beautiful,” you admired, turning your head to inexplicably and unintentionally exposing your bare neck to him, “my friend is looking to get one for her boutique but the artist doesn’t sell these kind of pieces without meeting the buyer.”

Steve felt a soft chuckle building in his throat, and had masked the sound by clearing his throat and stepping even closer to you. The movement had drawn your attention and you had flit your eyes toward him. You had looked him over just as he had looked you over, and in the exchange Steve had gotten a great boost in his confidence. You were looking at him, whether you acknowledged it or not, with great desire.

He was an alpha, and he was a Silverfox, but damn if he couldn’t have taken care of you better than any younger alpha.

“Steve Rogers,” he held his hand out to you and waited until your hand was resting in his before he lift the back of your hand to his lips and kissed your flesh softly, “I’m the artist.”

“Y/N-“ you had begun to tell Steve your name when you had faltered at what he had confessed.

“Which piece is she interested in?” He still held your hand in his, clutching tightly and almost protectively.

“Oh! Umm…” you bit your bottom lip and Steve was envious for the moment, wishing he could nibbled on your bottom lip too. “The nature piece.”

“Hmm…it is one of my favourites as well.” Steve brushed his thumb over your knuckles, and gently led you toward the piece in question.

“Normally I wouldn’t let go of them without meeting the buyer, but maybe we can make an exchange.” He hummed, casting his eyes over you.

“An exchange?” He heard your heart beat loudly.

“Mhmm.” Steve leaned in and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip. “I’ll let go of the piece for a night out with you.”

“The painting for a date?”

“One date, coniglietta. And the painting is yours, for free.”