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On the Job Training (E) - 4.5k

Secretary Bucky/ Intern Torres

Alternate Universe - What If...?, Alternate Universe, Secretary Bucky, Intern Torres, Head of Security Rumlow, Power Imbalance, Boss/Employee Relationship, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Monica Lewinsky mention, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Bucky's Broken Dick, Grinding, Over the Clothes, Coming In Pants, Torres' White Shoes

“Speaking of, you need anything else from me? You’re looking kinda…” Secretary Barnes glances up again and Joaquín can’t quite tell if he’s annoyed or amused. “Rough?” his boss suggests and Joaquín winces, pressing his top teeth down against his lower lip to bite back anything else his mouth might want to say ahead of his brain, “You’re okay Torres. You’re not wrong, I am a little rough today. Lots to do ahead of the Insight launch.” “Can I help?”

OR: Torres has been Secretary Barnes' Intern for just a handful of months now and things are… getting interesting for sure.

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[ijustwant2write]

Masterlist (Updated 12/08/19)

Avengers:

That’s Just Wrong

We Irritating

Steve Rogers:

Come Back To Me

1940′s Day

We Lost Them

‘I Could Never Have This’

Rapunzel

Language Of Love

Wrong Lover Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

You Abandoned Me Series 11/11:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Bucky Barnes:

1940′s Day

Hold My Hand

Wardrobe Malfunction / Part 2

For You

Delirious Confessions

Mr and Mrs Barnes

Our First Night

The Butterfly Effect (Powers!Reader)

Wrong Lover Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Tony Stark:

Salt ‘n’ Pepper

Barking Up The Wrong Tree

New Menu

Not Alone

‘We’ve both had a shitty day, so let’s just stay in and cuddle.’

Thor Odinson:

A New Ruler

New Haircut

History of Our Worlds

Looks Aren’t Always Everything

Loki:

Mischief In The Making

Peter Quill:

Mother Figure

Peter Parker:

Stay Out Of My Way

Secret Dreams

A Bad Disguise

Door To Door

Millionaire Mentor

‘You knew I was going to ask you out?’

Hiding

‘I know how much you love her.’

Saying The Wrong Things

Stephen Strange:

The Doctor’s Daughter (Powers!Reader)

Sam Wilson:

Wingman

I Found

Wanda Maximoff:

A Trip To The Museum

A Different Person

Broken Hands

Pietro Maximoff:

A Trip To The Museum

Brock Rumlow:

Workplace Drama

Unprofessional

Jack Thompson:

The Right Kinda Gal

Clint Barton:

High Rooftops (Stark!Reader)

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby:

The Tattooed Lady

‘You’re worth more.’

‘She’s Always Been The One’

Finn Shelby:

Practically Invisible

Difference Doesn’t Matter

The Girl From The Circus

Ada Shelby:

Protesting For Love (Fem!Reader)

Isaiah Jesus:

‘Let me help you!’

Michael Gray:

Snowy Nights

Bonnie Gold:

Thin Ice

Vikings

Cast Imagines:

I Ship It-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Sickly Love-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Drama On Set-Marco Ilso x Reader

Rumours-Alexander Ludwig

Ivar Ragnarsson:

It Wasn’t You / Part 2

A Short Temper

Too Close

Lost In Love

A Typical Love Story

Obsessed

The Benefits of Friendship

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Perfect Match

Hvitserk Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Just Confess

I Don’t Need Your Help / Part 2

I Am One Of You / Part 2 / Part 3

An Unforeseen Future

Certain Affairs

Ubbe Ragnarsson:

Gentle Viking

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

A Real Farmer

You Look At Me Differently Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sigurd Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Bjorn Ironside:

Useless Excuses

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Missing Piece

Ragnar Lothbrok:

Friends Till The End

The Funny Foreigners

A Strange Bond

Halfdan The Black:

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

Vague Memories

Just Be Gentle

Dark Things

I Am Not Small

The Quiet One Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Margrethe:

Sticking Together

Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow:

The Other Woman / Part 2

A Continuous Nightmare

A Late Present

Men From The North

Stand Up For Yourself

This Cannot Happen

Cold Hearted

How Long Are You Staying For?

Battling For Love

A Twisted Tale

Robb Stark:

This Is My Idea Of Fun

Stop Stepping On My Feet

Bran Stark:

You Don’t See It

Sansa Stark:

A Long Awaited Rescue

Brienne of Tarth:

Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

Tormund Giantsbane:

Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

Sons Of Anarchy

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Patched In-SAMCRO x Gay!Reader

Jax Teller:

The Ideal Daughter Part 1/ Part 2

Rebellious

Secrets Revealed

Cutting The Tension

Not Your Typical Woman

Charming’s New Resident

The New Opie / Part 2

Wreck and Repair

Opie Winston:

Spicing Things Up

Happy Lowman:

Love Is Blind, Literally

Chibs Telford:

I’m Too Old For This Shit

Kingsman

Eggsy Unwin:

A Different Background

Time To Meet The In-Laws

Our Friends Across The Pond-Eggsy Unwin x Avengers!Reader

Dangerous Woman

The Secretary

How Romantic (Hart!Reader)

The Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield:

You Have Changed Part 1/ Part 2

Kili Oakenshield:

Coming Home

The 100

Bellamy Blake:

Contact

The Real Me

Not The Same

Forming An Alliance Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Clarke Griffin:

The Final List

The Riot Club

Alistair Ryle:

Money Fixes Everything / Part 2

Dimitri Mitropoulos:

‘I like you either way’

Car Share

Harry Villiers:

Reversed Roles

American Horror Story

It All Comes Down To This-Kit Walker x Reader

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon:

A Betraying Secret

Another Protector

The New Rule

In Line For The Throne / Part 2

A Need For Comfort

Merlin:

Second Impressions

A Touch of Magic

A Magic Bond

Sir Leon:

The Silent Maiden

Gwaine:

Expected

[im-a-writer-sometimes]

ocean eyes

Pairing: 40's!Bucky x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: language, too much fluff to handle

Description: After getting cheated on by your fiance, you meet a charming stranger who makes you forget said fiance ever existed.

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I sat at the bar, gently twirling my straw through my glass of gin and tonic. It was a bitter drink, and I didn't really fancy it, but it would do the trick nicely. The trick of getting me drunk off my ass, that is.

Two years. Two fucking years. That's how long I had given to my fianc--no--ex-fiance. And then I found him in bed, in our bed, with his secretary. It was almost too cliche.

So now I was here, on a Tuesday night, slowly nursing a gin and tonic, trying to forget about him. Forget about the tender kisses and lazy mornings, about all the years I had imagined I would spend in his arms. But mostly I wanted to forget about how he had thrown it all away.

I took a long sip of my drink, grimacing as I did. God, I didn't even feel a buzz yet.

The bar was lively with soldiers, laughing and drinking together. A part of me hoped a cute one would come and sweep me off my feet, while another part of me just wanted to be left alone to sulk.

"Scotch in the rocks, please."

A soldier sat down a few seats away from me, sending me a small smile as he did. The bartender brought him his drink, and he offered a quiet thank you.

He was pretty. With hair combed neatly, except for a few strands that hung down on his forehead. It was his eyes that caught my attention though. He wasn't even looking at me, but I could see the piercing blue, prettier than any ocean I'd laid my eyes on.

He caught me looking and I snapped my gaze away, taking another sip from my drink.

"Can I tell you something?"

My eyes flicked up to meet his at his voice. I sent him a quizzical look, but I nodded nonetheless.

"You look miserable," he remarked, a small smile playing on his lips. I chuckled ironically.

"You have no idea."

This seemed to intrigue him, as he scooted down so he was sitting beside me.

"Do tell."

"I hardly think you want to sit here and listen to me complain."

"Well, my best friend won't stop talking about this dame he's obsessing over, so I don't think it can get any worse than that."

I smiled as he pointed at a man at the end of the bar, chatting quietly with a woman in a stunning red dress. I looked back at him, seeing he was staring back at me expectantly.

"Well, if you must know, I caught my fiance cheating."

His jaw dropped, and I just chuckled again.

"It hasn't really sunk in yet, if I'm honest. I guess I thought alcohol would help it not sink in at all."

"Damn," he muttered.

"Damn indeed. I moved away from my family, away from my home, to be with him. Now I have nothing."

"I'm sorry," he said, eyes locked on my profile.

"It is what it is. I just need to figure out what I'm going to do now."

I looked around the bar, smiling at the singing and laughing soldiers.

"Maybe I'll join the war effort. I was studying to be a nurse before I met him."

"Well, I don't know you, but I think you'd make a wonderful nurse."

I smiled again.

"Thanks."

"I'm Bucky, by the way," he said, sticking his hand out for me to shake.

"Y/N."

He repeated my name softly, and I couldn't help but love the way it sounded on his lips.

"Well, Y/N, can I buy you a drink? You don't seem to be enjoying that gin and tonic."

I laughed.

"I'm not."

Without asking what I wanted, he waved the bartender over.

"Could I have another scotch, and... a sidecar for the lady?"

The bartender nodded before leaving us to make our drinks.

"So where are you from, Bucky?"

"Brooklyn," he answered, a nostalgic glint in his eye. "And you?"

"Oxfordshire."

"Do you miss it?"

"More than anything," I admitted. "I can't imagine what it's like for you being so far from home."

"Oh, it's not half bad. The countryside is beautiful, I'm always close to the action, and the company has been wonderful so far."

He winked at me and I giggled. I actually giggled. Like a schoolgirl.

We continued chatting, and I honestly did forget about my fiance. That is, until the front door slammed open.

"Y/N!"

Shit.

I watched in horror as my ex-fiance stumbled into the bar, eyes searching the room. We he found me, I glanced at Bucky, who had his eyes fixed on my former lover.

"Is that him?" He asked, catching my gaze.

I nodded as he approached where I was sitting.

"Y/N!" He slurred. "Why in the bloody hell did you leave? You just fucking left. Didn't give me a chance to explain."

He had no idea how loud he was speaking, so the bar was watching in silence as he stood--no slumped--in front of me.

"I love you. It was a bloody mistake."

He rested his hand on my thigh and I immediately tensed, hand gripping my glass tightly. Bucky noticed instantly and grabbed his wrist, yanking his hand off me.

"Why don't you buzz off, man?"

It wasn't harsh, it wasn't a threat, just a heavy suggestion.

"Who the fuck is this bloke?" My ex-fiance seethed. "I mess up once, and you start fucking a bloody American?"

"Just leave," I said, my voice quiet and unsure. Bucky stood up from his seat, meeting my ex's gaze.

"You heard her. Get lost, asshole."

Everything after that happened in a split second. My fiance stumbled forward, his fist colliding with Bucky's jaw. He was quick to retaliate, grabbing my fiance's wrist and yanking him forward until his head smashed into the bar. He crumbled to the ground with an unceremonious thump.

"Show's over," Bucky said, and within a few seconds, the busy murmur of the bar had returned.

"Bloody hell, are you okay?" I said, standing up to look at Bucky.

"I'm fine," he assured. "Are you?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but I only managed to laugh.

"Honestly, yeah. I would've liked to have done that myself, but I'm glad someone did it."

He smiled from ear to ear, and then immediately grimaced. I reached up to touch the bruise that was quickly forming on his jaw, and he flinched.

"Sorry," I muttered. I turned to the bartender, who was still watching us cautiously. "Could I get some ice?"

Within a few minutes, my fiance had slipped back into consciousness and confusedly sulked out of the bar. Bucky and I sat where we were before, as I gently held a bag of ice to his jaw.

"I'm sorry about that," I sighed. "I've honestly never seen him like that before."

"Well, I imagine losing someone like you can make a man go insane."

I just shook my head.

"You're quite the charmer, Bucky. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Maybe."

My eyes locked on his and I felt my heart beat out of time. The blue in his eyes made me feel strangely at home. Reminded me of the oceans and rivers I'd grown up alongside.

"What?" He asked, smiling.

"Nothing. Just, something about you reminds me of home."

His smile grew wider, and his hand came up to rest on mine that was holding the ice bag. He glanced to the bar, where my drink remained untouched.

"You still haven't finished your drink."

"Yeah, I hate sidecars. Almost as much as I hate gin and tonic."

We both laughed, and his hand gripped mine tighter. The night ended with me drinking several Colas as Bucky told me stories of growing up in Brooklyn.

Before we knew it, the bar was almost completely empty, the sun peaking in through the dusty windows.

"Shouldn't you be reporting for duty?" I asked, finishing off another glass.

"Probably, but I couldn't care less."

"And why is that?"

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Found something more worthwhile."

He leaned in the tiniest amount, letting me close the distance. Our lips met gently, as he ran his fingers along my jaw. We pulled back, and I but my lip to suppress a smile.

"I gotta say, that was worth getting punched."

I laughed, and leaned back in.

[medeafive]

For the Buckynat smut-a-thon request: Mission Sex While on a mission, Nat makes Bucky extremely jealous when she starts to flirt or seduce the target. Bucky finally has enough of it which leads to some rough love making. Thank you for reading and considering this

Basically the inversion of Kitchen table issues.

She doesn’t know who thought it would be smart to place them on opposingsides of this illegal bio-enhancing drugs deal. Sure, covering both theseller’s and the buyer’s side might look good on paper, but in reality, itmeans they have to pretend not to know each other, at all, and not to beinterested in each other either. And she also has to get close to the guy whohas the formula for these drugs and she has to be quick about this before thedeal takes place. Which means at the presentation slash negotiation. Whichmeans under the twitching eye of her increasingly possessive boyfriend. Yeah,that was clearly not thought through.

She laughs and smiles, touching the target’s thigh while doing so. Heautomatically leans in. The presentation is still going on and James is sittingsomewhere behind them so he can’t even look away. She’s kind of sorry for him.

Her pen drops and she leans down, giving her target a clear view of hercleavage. He picks it up for her, her fingertips lingering a bit on his handwhen he hands it over. Men are so easy. She’s just stringing him along.

They focus on the presentation until she thinks of a snarky comment andleans over to tell the target in a low, flirtatious voice while meeting herboyfriend’s eye who pretends to be seriously unimpressed. She smirks, pullingback. Alright, maybe this is a little fun.

When the presentation is over, they get up and walk to a conference room,chatting about the results and the tech. The target doesn’t say much, instead focusedon slipping an arm around her shoulders in a supposedly collegial manner thatalso happens to bring his hand almost down to the swell of her breast. Too lowfor her liking but she plays along, as is her job. The few hallways seem quitelong to her.

James bumps into her when rounding a corner, knocking the target’s arm offher shoulder. She turns around indignantly. “Excuse me?”

“Oh,” he states coldly, which might sound more asshole-ish and indifferentif you don’t know better. “I’m sorry.”

Natasha snorts, turns around and walks ahead of them, punching in the codeof the conference room door and welcoming them in with a warm smile, except forher boyfriend who gets a warning glare. They sit around the table and starttalking money, which is boring, and delivery, which is a lot more important.She spreads her legs slightly so that her pantyhosed knee touches the target’sthigh. James pretends not to notice.

She bites her lip as if concentrating. The discussion gets a little heated.It’s funny to listen to them obsessing over a couple of hundred thousand dollarwhen you know that the deal will never be allowed to go through anyway. She’llmake sure of that. She gets up and pours her camp some water. A wet sheensticks on her lips as if accidentally. James gives her a hostile look.

Being on opposite teams here also means they can’t meet, can’t talk thisthrough, can’t assuage any fears. That will all have to wait until they’rethrough. The target touches her thigh gratefully when she sits down and drinkshis water in one gulp. Oh, he must be running hot. She wonders what he imaginesdoing to her.

The negotiators settle on a price and payment modalities and she writes itall down like a good secretary. The discussion now turns to the delivery. Thetarget still has his hand on her thigh, stroking and pinching her pantyhose.She tries to keep her breathing even as his hand moves up her thigh. God, shehopes they’re done soon so she can have a break from this guy.

James’ grip on the table tells her someone else needs a break as well.

They do meet before this whole thing is over because there is a singlesharp knock on her motel room door and he is standing there, fuming. “You can’tbe here,” she states flatly.

He snorts and walks past her into the crappy room. The sellers can’t affordluxury until they get the money. She closes the door and crosses her arms.“You’re alone?”

“Of course I’m alone,” she replies coolly. “And my boss is right nextdoor.”

“And the handsy scientist?” he questions rigidly.

“At his house across the city,” she says. “As I should also be so I can getthe fucking formula.”

He rolls his eyes. “You really had to do that while I was watching.”

“Actually, yeah,” she replies unfazed. “I don’t see him that often. And ifyou paid any attention, you’d know the deal is supposed to happen only threedays from now.”

“So what,” he states. “You’ll bed him tomorrow? Get his dirty hands allover where they don’t belong? That’s your plan?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says. “I’m not sleeping with him. I just need toget into his house.”

He snorts. “Yeah, sure. And how else are you going to do that? Then whyeven bother getting all touchy-feely?”

“What’s your problem?” she interrupts coldly. “I stuck to the rules and I’mgoing to stick to the rules. Just because he’s harassing me…”

“He is an asshole but you definitely egged him on,” he insists. “Don’t playdumb. You knew what you were doing, you always do.”

“So what,” she returns. “I’m allowed to do my job. You don’t tell me shit.I didn’t throw a tantrum when you were totally not shagging that French girl.”

“I wasn’t shagging her.” He shakes his head. “Just get on the bedand tell me what you’re going to do with him while I suck the life out of you.”

Oh, that’s all he wants, reassurance. She grins, pulling her skirt up andsitting on the bed. “Don’t rip the pantyhose.”

He immediately rips the pantyhose and the panties too, for good measure.She rolls her eyes, leaning back a bit. He pulls her skirt up even more to lookbetween her legs. “Mhm. Touch yourself.”

She drops on her elbows and sneaks a finger between her legs, gatheringsome wetness before circling her clitoris. He makes a choked noise, causing herto grin and rub harder. He’s staring, nothing else. She groans, head fallingback.

His hands push her knees apart so he has a good view. She starts drawingpatterns, teasing hearts going around, 8-shapes and stars. Stars are thefucking best. But it’s mostly for show and she loses patience after a bit,rubbing harder without any finesse. Her hips arch off the mattress. She raisesher chin to grin at him salivating over her. Her head falls back again when shecomes, though rather shallow.

She smirks at him, catching her breath. “Again?”

He looks really helpless, standing over her, faltering between watching hertouch herself and doing it himself. It’s hard, isn’t it. She waits, lazilyrunning her finger through her folds.

He finally sinks to his knees, pulling her to the edge of the mattress.“So. Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” she asks playfully while he licks her finger clean.

He snorts, lapping over her folds. “Come on.”

She sighs, lying down. “Mhm. Well, I was going to go over tomorrow. Checkin whether everything is alright.”

He pushes his tongue into her by way of answer. She is in no haste tocontinue speaking, even more so now. She sighs and buries her fingers in hisdark hair.

He pulls back, clearly annoyed. “And?”

“Oh.” She pushes her blouse up to run her hands over the skin of herstomach. “Mhm. Well. According to the rules we agreed on, I was going to givehim a lousy hand job, make him feel like he pressured me into it so he doesn’ttell anyone I was there, take the formula and go.”

He hums, lips vibrating against her. She sighs again. “Yeah, I guess that’sit.”

He peaks up. “Wanna show me?”

“You want a lousy hand job?” Natasha asks with amusement.

He snorts, getting on the bed over her. “Why does it have to be lousy?”

She pulls at his belt and his pants. “Would you rather I give him a greathand job?”

He rolls his eyes while her hand dips down his pants. “Of course not. But Idon’t want a lousy one for me.”

“Be glad you’re getting anything,” she chides, rubbing him with her thumb.He steadies himself with his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down, eyesclosed. She submits and drops back on the mattress.

He opens his eyes to look down at her splayed out. Her hand continues topump him. “Show me your tits.”

She snorts, one hand going to the top button. “Am I supposed to doeverything?”

“Yes,” he replies, pushing her hand out of his pants. “I’ll take care ofthat if you need a second hand.”

She arches her back, popping the buttons one by one. He watches her nimblefingers while working up and down his length. She leans up to slip off the openblouse, his crotch on her eye level, then unclasps her bra and throws it to theside as well. “Happy now?”

“No.” He pushes his pants down to his thighs.

She rolls her eyes, laying down again. “You wanna give me instructions forthat too?”

He leans over her wordlessly and she’s a lot lower on the bed so his dickis above her face almost immediately, easily in her reach but also notobtrusive. She lifts her head and starts giving him little kitten licks.

He needs both arms to steady himself so he can’t push her around and shedoes what she wants. She lets his dick rest on her tongue, mouth open, thensucks on her way up. This is not a position for bobbing her head and shedoesn’t want to either, so she just caresses the tip with her tongue. Hegroans.

Eventually, he pushes her down forcefully with his left on her neck. Shealmost feels the metal underneath. No. Just her imagination. “Gonna ruin you,darling.”

“Then get to it,” she returns impatiently, rubbing her legs together.

He snorts. “Shut up and turn over.”

Anger flares up in her immediately. Oh no. No way. “I’m not your fuckingwhore, Barnes.”

Her tone makes him back down immediately. “Fine, then move up at least.”

She acquiesces to that, crawling up until she can place her head on thepillow. She waits, staring at the ceiling. His fingers trail up her thighs, thetips dipping in her cunt. She breathes.

His fingers slam into her without warning. She jerks up, screaming. Fuck.No, she has to stay quiet. He grins, slowly pulling his fingers back. “Shouldmuffle you if you’re gonna make noises like that.”

She tries to catch her breath, then goes out on a limp and nods. He does asurprised double take so she has to nod again. Finally, he carefully puts his righthand over her mouth. She groans into it when his fingers slowly push into her.She can breathe through her nose without problem. He smirks. “Oh, look at you.Pull your knees to your chest.”

She complies, his fingers reaching even deeper into her. She moans into hishand again. He starts fingerfucking her. She arches up as much as she can.

Her orgasm hits unexpectedly. She screams into his hand again while theother keeps going relentlessly. He’s grinning at the mess that she is. Shelicks his hand when she can spare a thought for it, glad that it’s the rightwhere he feels the rough wetness. He pulls it back, groaning and wiping it onthe sheets. “God, you’re dirty.”

“Hello kettle,” she shoots back. She’d rock her hips against his hand ifshe could but not while she is folded in half.

He snorts. “You’re still not gonna turn over, are you.”

“Nope,” she confirms, popping her lips at the last sound. “Not your whore.”

“I didn’t say that,” he complains, pushing his fingers in and out of heragain. “I’d never say that.”

“Then stop asking me to do stuff I don’t want to do,” she replies, grippingher shins.

He rolls his eyes. “Can I fuck you now?”

“Oh.” She smirks, leaning into the breathy voice. “Yes.”

He smiles wickedly, slamming his fingers into her again. She bites downhard on her lip to keep quiet. It’s not easy. “Want you helplessly fucked outbefore I fuck you.”

“Then we’re gonna be here for a while,” she replies, trying to stare himdown even though her head is spinning a bit.

“Sssshhh.” He leans down and sucks on her clit without slowing down withhis fingers. She groans. Okay, that’s better. His right hand finds her mouthagain so she can scream without worrying about being heard.

She does scream after only a minute, everything tensing up, her noisesmuffled. Still, not helplessly fucked out. He pulls her legs around his hipsand puts the fingers into her mouth. She bites him while licking them clean,again and again.

He pushes into her before she’s even done so she has to gasp and moanaround his fingers. He groans as well, stopping halfway. “God, Nat, you’redriving me nuts.”

She can’t talk so she just raises her hips and sucks his fingers in deeper,to the point where it’s almost uncomfortable and she has to be careful not togag. He groans and pushes the rest of the way into her.

She releases his fingers, not caring to dry them. “You’re gonna tell me howbad I’ve been and that you’re gonna punish me?”

He snorts, flicking his hair over his shoulder and starting to pull back.“Like you’d listen to that.”

“Then what are you gonna do?” she asks, raising her head.

“Fuck you.” He bites her lip and snaps his hips against her. “Already doingit.”

“Correct,” she gasps out, every thrust of him rocking through her. “Canconfirm.”

He rolls his eyes at her again. Oh, pissing him off is kind of fun. “Don’tbe a smartass.”

She has the perfect retort but it slips her mind when he slams into heragain. Groaning. She bites down on the soft flesh of her hand to keep fromscreaming. He grins down at her, undulating his hips. “Oh, look at that.”

He’s dragging over the right spots so her back shoots up, whole bodyconvulsing and contracting. He’s so fucking smug about it. But she can’t stopherself from showing him that he’s doing it right, doing her right, and she’snot sure she would want to either.

He’s nibbling at her breast now, giving her a break. She breathes in deeplyand yanks him to the other side by his hair. She also grins smugly when hetwitches inside of her. He tries to move up but she keeps her iron grip.

Of course, when he slams into her, despite the bad angle, his hair slipsthrough her fingers and he’s above her head again in a second. She snorts andopens her mouth but is cut off by another thrust. She screeches undignifiedly.He smirks. “You wanted to say something?”

Asshole. She digs her nails into his back until he hisses. Oh, now she canmark him all over. All hers. She pushes against his chest. “Stop.”

He pulls out of her, confused. She rolls over on her stomach and pushesherself up on hands and knees, eyes closed as if that helped her not thinkabout it. He has the good sense not to say anything because she would kick himoff the bed and call this whole thing off straight away. She holds her breathwhile he slowly slips into her. He groans, grabbing onto her hips and pullingher back onto him. She presses her eyes shut at the sensation.

His head drops onto her shoulder, his breath hitting her ear, as he slowlyslips in and out of her. She moans quietly. He starts nibbling on her ear.“Love you.”

She has to snort. “Weird thing to say right now.”

“True, though.” She jerks and he shushes her. “Really hard to pretend notto know you. Hate it. Hate watching that guy touch you.”

Her arms are shaking. Maybe she’s bracing too hard. “Yeah,” she breathes.“Sorry about that.”

He turns her head so he can kiss her, groaning. Snapping his hips knocksher out of his reach again. She lets her head drop, focusing on his sliding inand out, biting her lip. Fuck. She won’t admit it but she actually likes this.Her stomach is tingling. She pushes back against him and he slams into herharder. She melts into it, breathy moans, until she breaks, dropping andscreaming into the pillow, contracting and convulsing around him.

He grabs her shoulder and rolls her on her back, slipping out of her in theprocess. Her brain is on fire but she sees what he wants to do and snorts.“Really?”

“Just this once,” he breathes, wrapping his right hand around himself, upand down.

She rolls her eyes, arching up for his benefit and slipping two fingersdown her front for hers. “Fine.”

His eyes close. She watches him jack off above her, lazily drawing theRussian alphabet between her legs. Ж. Ж is the best. It’s even better when hedoes it with his tongue.

He makes a whimpering noise, biting his lip hard. She grins. Oh, look atthat. She turns up the volume on her sighs and moans.

He opens his eyes, leaning down until he’s only an inch or two above her,eyes on her face. She licks her lips with a smirk. He groans, hand turning intoa fist, and it all comes out, shooting on her stomach and breasts. She breathesheavily while he milks out the rest.

Her hand is still moving when he finishes and he notices, biting the softskin around her nipple. She mewls, rubbing faster. Her other hand grips hishair and leads him to lick his cum off her chest. Mhm. She arches against himagain. He focuses on her protruding nipples. Her grip goes rigid and a moanspills out. She gives in to the throes, thrashes under his mouth.

He slips down while she cools off, gently lapping her folds clean. She’ssensitive and pulls him back up pretty soon before he starts something he can’tfinish. He lies down next to her on his side and watches her grab a kleenex andwipe every drop of him off her. “That was okay, right?”

“Yeah,” she replies, tossing the handkerchief on the bedside stand. That’sfor throwing away later. “But I prefer it when you’re not pissed at me.”

He sighs, rolling on his back. “Think I got that out of my system.”

She snorts. “You’re not staying the night, if that’s what you’re after.”

“I’m not after anything,” he returns, pulling up his pants andfixing the general mess he is. “Stop ascribing me sinister motives. I justwanted to fuck you.”

“Uh,” Natasha interrupts. “Dominance. You wanted to feel like you own me.”

He snorts. “Really? No. I just wanted you to care about what I want. I justwanted to be assured you’d give me more than a lousy hand job.”

“That’s just a nicer way to put it,” she says.

He rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t about forcing you or making youuncomfortable. And I’m well aware there’s nothing I can do to stop you fromgiving that asshole the lousy hand job he doesn’t deserve.”

“Good, cause I’m still going to do that,” she replies, slipping off theripped pantyhose and panties. Now she’s all naked and he’s all dressed.

He sighs. “We never took that weekend off that we talked about, did we?”

She snorts. “Oh, we tried. But a robot riot, cyber terrorists, good old-fashionedHydra stuff, some intel here, some intel there…”

“Don’t forget the genetically manipulated spiders,” he adds with disgust.

She snorts, sitting up. “No way. We were so close to boning.”

“I was thinking about the actual spiders,” he clarifies. “But if it’s moreon your mind how worked up I had you, that’s great.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” she mutters, putting on her bra. “Alright, Igotta check in with my boss. Already late. Make sure he didn’t hear anything.”

He rolls his eyes and stays put. “You’re making me climb out of the windowagain, aren’t you.”

“Yes. Oh, and in terms of blasts from the past,” she adds, turning to grinat him mischievously. “I really think you need to practice your Russiansometime. Between my legs.”

[buckys-other-punk]

Jealous

Bucky x Reader, (slight) Steve x Reader

Warnings: Jealously from everyone lol, angst (if you could call it that)

Word Count: 845 (without lyrics)

A/N: Jess, @caplansteverogers thank you for letting me do your song fic challenge, I LOVE YOU and if this is bad I am very sorry. Also don’t hesitate to let me know if you want to be tagged and feedback is appreciated! Please don’t mind any mistakes, I skimmed through this so its kinda unedited.

  @carabarnes13

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I don't like the way he's looking at you

I'm starting to think you want him too

Am I crazy? Have I lost ya?

Even though I know you love me, can't help it

He stared at her as she looked over her shoulder. She was beautiful, her (y/c/h) hair glistened under the sun. Her (y/c/e) eyes shined as she looked off into the distance. As he followed her gaze it landed on his best friend, Steve Rogers.

I turn my chin music up

And I'm puffing my chest

I'm getting red in the face

You can call me obsessed

It's not your fault that they hover

I mean no disrespect

It's my right to be hellish

I still get jealous

Why is he feeling this way? After all (Y/N) is married to Bucky. Looking over at his best friend as he glanced at his girl. Steve and (Y/N) looked at each other for longer than Bucky liked.

'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

That's why (that's why)

I still get jealous

Bucky coughed to get his wife’s attention. She turn to look at him with her beautiful smile. He gave her a hesitant smile back. They continued eating their food. He needed to focus on their instructions. Steve, (Y/N) and him were on a mission to spy on a person who supposedly was working for HYDRA.

'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

That's why (that's why)

I still get jealous

~Time Skip~

They arrived at the gala. The three all walked to the bar and waited for instructions from Natasha. The two boys were wearing tuxedos, Steve with a black one and Bucky with a dark blue tux. (Y/N) was in a beautiful long burgundy dress with a slit down the left side of her leg. (Y/N)’s (y/c/h) hair had perfect waves and if Bucky just met her he would instantly be in love again.

I wish you didn't have to post it out

I wish you'd save a little bit just for me

Protective or possessive, yeah

Call it passive or aggressive

With the mission Natasha said that Bucky would be great to get information from the secretary of the man they were spying on. Steve and asked (Y/N) to dance so Bucky can do his task. (Y/N) gave a hesitant look at Bucky to make sure that it was ok with him. He just smiled and nodded for her to dance with his friend. The two began to sway along the music on the dance floor. Bucky went to find the secretary. When he approached her, she smiled and lifted her drink at him. He smiled she was beautiful, but not as beautiful as his wife. “Why would a beautiful lady be drinking alone at a bar?” he asked politely. She smiled and shrugged. Bucky pulled her to the dance floor and they began to sway. Bucky tried to investigate her, fishing out information important to the mission.

You're the only one invited

I said there's no one else for you

'Cause you know I get excited, yeah

When you get jealous too

(Y/N) saw her husband dancing with another girl. She knew it was just for the mission, but she still felt hurt. Steve noticed (Y/N) looking at his best friend with a sad look. Steve started to cheer (Y/N) up and she began to laugh loudly. This was not unnoticed by Bucky, but he realized she was probably jealous of him dancing with another woman, right? He continued to talk to the secretary and she began to flirt with him. Bucky being coy he began to flirt to. It was in his nature and sometimes he doesn’t even know he’s flirting. The secretary began to pull him away from the party and out into the balcony. She began to get all touchy-feely with him. He was a bit intoxicated, but he didn’t mind. In his eyes he just pictured his wife instead of this other woman in order to complete his task for the mission. 

I turn my chin music up

And I'm puffing my chest

I'm getting red in the face

You can call me obsessed

It's not your fault that they hover

I mean no disrespect

It's my right to be hellish

I still get jealous

(Y/N) had pulled away from dancing with Steve and began to look for her husband. She went outside to the balcony and Steve was hot on her trail. There they were kissing. Bucky pulled away from the other woman. (Y/N) walked up to Bucky, smacked him and as she tried to hold her tears she took off her wedding ring and threw it at him. She went back inside to the party. Steve looked at his best friend shook his head in disappointment and walked back inside to find (Y/N).

'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

That's why (that's why)

I still get jealous

There she was sitting, at the bar, alone drinking her sorrows away. Steve walked up to her and sat next to her. Steve had always been jealous of his best friend when he started to date (Y/N). He found her beautiful when he first saw her in the training area with Natasha. He looked over at her and she gave him a sad smile. A single tear ran down her face and she downed her alcoholic drink. She waved at the bartender to get her another drink. Steve gave (Y/N) a hug and tried to comfort her and this is where she began to sob.

Oh (that's why)

I still get jealous

Oh (that's why)

I still get jealous

Bucky still stood outside on the balcony. He saw his best friend comfort his wif- well he hopes she still would be his wife. Looking at the two sitting at the bar Bucky knew it should be him tending to his crying wife and apologizing to her, but he could move. He was scared that this was his final draw. He was jealous. Why was it always Steve who can comfort his wife in a way he never could? Bucky walked back to the secretary with a cloudy gaze.

“Who was that?” she said.

“Nobody.” he replied sternly.

Jealously was only the beginning. Bucky knew he could never make it up to (Y/N).

OMG! This got real sad real quickly!! I’M SORRY!! Guys let me know if you like this and if i should do a part 2! 

[letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked]

Fall for You

A/N: Thank you, loves, for dealing with me and my laptop problems! I am trying really hard to get everything written and re-written (from the ones I lost)! It’s just been very busy these past few months! Anyways, enjoy! (Side note: I am Minnesotan, and the cabin is based off of my friend’s cabin! And this actually happened to me, because her puppy was a hyper little shit!)

Also, happy birthday (last Saturday) to @glitterquadricorn !! This is dedicated to you! Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Soulmates are born with the tattoo of their significant other’s name over their heart.

Word Count: 4200ish (Holy shit this is so long LOL)

Masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes

Ever since I was a baby, my parents covered up the fact that I had a soulmate. I was never allowed to be babysat with the fear that someone would see the name scrawled across my little baby chest. When I was old enough to understand what the words on my chest meant, I was forced into hiding it – never to tell anybody that I had someone destined to be with me.

A supposedly dead someone.

When I was fifteen, I found the real reason my parents were so obsessed with hiding the name.

My parents were HYDRA.

They knew that Bucky Barnes – the man that I had learned about in the history books, the man whose name was tattooed over my heart, the man that was not allowed to be talked about in our household, and my parents’ killer – was The Winter Soldier. Not that they ever told me the truth, before their deaths. I was kept in the dark, my entire life. I was never aware that my famous soulmate was actually alive.

They took that secret to their graves.

I had been at school when it happened. I was standing in the lunch line with a few of my friends, chatting, when the principal and the freaking Secretary to the World Security Council – Alexander Pierce – pulled me out of lunch with grim looks on their faces. I had wondered if they had found out the name over my heart, but that was not the case. Instead, they pulled me into a room with a grief counselor and told me the news: my parents had been murdered.

I had no idea why Alexander Pierce – of all people – was there to tell me my parents had died, but I had been so consumed with grief that I had just brushed the thought aside.

I was not old enough to get emancipated, so I was sent to Minnesota to live with my grandparents. My grandparents had no clue that their daughter and son-in-law had been involved in something horrible like HYDRA. I didn’t even know, until a SHIELD army showed up at our home to question us. They thought that I would know something – anything – that could lead them to HYDRA, or The Winter Soldier.

There was nothing I could do.

My grandparents held a strong resentment towards my parents, after that. I did, as well, but they held on to that resentment until the day that they both died. Car accident. My grandfather had a stroke at the wheel and they had crashed. I had been staying at my cousin’s house for a wine and movie marathon, and got the call in the middle of the night.

More funerals. More loss. More pain.

My heart was broken.

I ended up coming into a lot of money, after that. My parents’ life insurance and my grandparents’ life insurance money all went to me. Way too much blood money for me. My cousin, Makayla, and I had decided to move in together, after that. She wanted to keep an eye on me, and I wanted someone who understood some of the pain that I was feeling. After all, those were her grandparents, too.

Makayla and I had moved into the cabin, which was nicer than most houses. It was more of a lake home, than a cabin, but she refused to call it anything else. She loved the thought of having a cabin on one of the many lakes in Minnesota. It was beautiful. Two stories, wrap around porch, deck coming off the porch, and a beautiful view of Moccasin Lake.

Once we had lived together for a while, I sat her down and told her everything that had happened with my parents. We talked about how I had learned that The Winter Soldier murdered them, when I moved in with our grandparents, how they resented my parents, and how my parents were actually bad people.

I had never realized, but I had held a lot of resentment towards them, as well. They were not supposed to die like that. They were never supposed to turn out as bad people. We were supposed to be the happy family that they convinced me we were. They were supposed to live long, full lives and I was supposed to meet my soulmate and have their grandchildren, and they were supposed to grow old.

“Haven’t you been keeping up with the news?” Makayla had said, eyebrows furrowed with concern, “They released a bunch of files on SHIELD and HYDRA. We could look at your parents’ files. Or files on The Winter Soldier.”

I hadn’t been keeping up, but after splitting 2 bottles of wine with her, we had decided to grab my laptop and start Googling.

“I- I can’t fucking read this.” I sniffed, tears streaming down my face as I stared at a file that contained photographs of my parents… In HYDRA uniforms.

“Well, do you want to see his file?” She asked, rubbing my shoulder in comfort. “The Winter Soldier’s file?”

I knew it would be a bad idea. I should have never Googled it.

James Buchannan Barnes.

My supposedly dead fucking soulmate was him.

He was The Winter Soldier.

The man who killed my family.

I had burst into tears. Makayla had no idea I had a soulmate. No one but my parents, and my grandparents, had known. After my initial break-down, I had to tell her.

“I cannot even begin to fathom what you are feeling right now, Y/n.” She sighed, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” I sniffed, wiping under my eyes, “I need to know.”

I was not expecting what I had found. My heart broke. He was tortured. His mind was messed with so badly that he couldn’t even remember his own name.

The videos were awful. I could barely stomach watching them, but I couldn’t look away.

I had seen his picture many times, throughout my life. He was famous, after all. This man… The Winter Soldier… He was a broken shell of the man that I had learned about in all of my history classes. Gone was the man who had fought bravely in the war - alongside his best friend, Captain America. Instead, he was beaten into submission, broken, and controlled.

He didn’t even know he had me. His tattoo was practically gone. I could faintly see the first letter of my name, from his tattoo, but the rest was torn away. It had been replaced by the metal covering his shoulder and replacing his arm.

He didn’t know my name, anymore.

That was the moment I had decided to forgive him. The Winter Soldier was not my soulmate. James Barnes was my soulmate. Bucky. I just hoped that he was okay…

Makayla and I never talked about what we found. I couldn’t talk about it.

After that, I started keeping up with the news. I saw him a lot. Especially when he was a wanted fugitive after The Sokovian Accords. There was a lot of negative talk about him, and it had started to make me mad. I had forgiven him for my parents, why couldn’t other people forgive him, as well?

A year after Bucky went missing, he was spotted at The Avengers Tower. Apparently things had blown over. For the most part, at least. I could accept that. I just had to accept that I would never meet him. There was no way. He was too famous, and I wasn’t sure if he would even believe me. By then, I had come to terms that I was going to be alone for the rest of my life.

About two years after shit had blown over, fate decided that enough was enough.

I was mowing the lawn, and some man had stopped by, informing us that we had to sign Non-Disclosure Agreements about some people who had bought the abandoned cabin next door that shared a driveway with us. Not really caring about who they were, Makayla and I had signed the agreement.

I was shocked when I saw a team of workers completely renovating the cabin the next day.

Two fucking weeks. Two weeks of constant construction. To say that we were pissed was an understatement. Especially when they started working at the ass-crack of dawn, and didn’t stop until the sun was setting. It got worse after Makayla decided to take in her parents’ dog, Jarvis. He was a hyper, six year-old Golden Retriever – that was named after my Aunt’s admiration for Tony Stark. Every time there was a loud noise, he would bark like he was going to die.

It was horrible.

Thankfully, it was peaceful after those two weeks were up. Occasionally, there was voices or some music, but nothing we couldn’t handle. We hadn’t even met them, yet. They were barely ever there.

“Are you going to help me, or not?” Makayla snapped, pulling me from my thoughts. We were just about done staining our deck, and the heat was starting to get to her. It was 85 degrees (F) outside, with the sun beating down on us, and we needed to get it done before we lost the good weather for it to dry. “Why the hell are you wearing rain boots? You look ridiculous. Aren’t your feet on fire?”

“I kept hitting the bucket of stain,” I smiled, brushing one of the last few boards until it was well coated. “I didn’t want to get any more stain on my skin. This shit barely came off, last time.”

She rolled her eyes, continuing the task and slightly dancing to the loud music that was coming from her Bluetooth speaker on the cement porch.

The deck looked marvelous when it was done. It was a pretty big deck, built as an extension to our cement, wrap-around porch. The wood was nice and dark again, and would look nice on those days that we wanted to eat dinner and overlook the lake. The place was paradise.

“Hey, I think the neighbors are here, this weekend. I saw some people sitting on their deck, when I was mowing the lawn, earlier.” Makayla commented, as we put away the stain and brushes, “There’s a bunch of them. I was thinking about baking something and bringing it over there to introduce us. You in?”

“After I jump into the lake and cool down.” I was dying. It was too hot. I missed fall weather when it was 60 degrees and there was a breeze. That was perfect Minnesotan weather. “I’ll take Jarvis down with me, so he can jump in, too.” She waved me off, walking inside.

I found the dog sniffing the bushes in the front yard, and walked down to the dock with him, holding a stick for him to fetch. After a couple throws, Jarvis - spotting a small animal near the drying deck – took off towards the woods.

Stripping off my tank top – so I was just in my bikini and boots – I noticed that the group of people next door were heading to their dock and beach about 50 yards away. Some of them waved, and as I was waving back, I noted – in confusion – that they looked a bit familiar.

My thoughts were broken, though, as Jarvis decided to come running at me full force. He bumped my legs, sending me slapping against the water with a shriek.

Okay, that hurt. Idiot dog.

I kicked my legs to swim up, but was met with a great resistance. My boots were too heavy. What the fuck?! A surge of panic shot through my veins as I realized that my rain boots were full of water and causing my feet to sink into the muck and suction cup my feet in. Pull them off! I reached down and pulled at my legs and boots, trying to separate them. It was no use. The boots were stuck. I was stuck.

The panic was starting to build more and more, as I thrashed around under the water. I could see the surface. I was so close. The lake was not that deep at the end of the dock. I could faintly see the dog standing at the edge of the dock. I could see the sky, vision darkening as I desperately held my breath and tried to reach for the surface.

My chest was burning. A cold panic was setting into my bones. I needed to breathe. I had to, but I couldn’t. I would drown if I did.

I leaned down, clawing at my boots in distress.

Come on! Please! Let my foot go! Please, someone help me! Oh, fuck, this is not good.

There was an underwater explosion as someone had jumped into the water from my dock. I could faintly see somebody large swimming towards me, something glinting in the water catching my eyes as I tried to cover my mouth and nose with both hands, willing myself not to inhale the water. My vision was starting to darken from the lack of oxygen.

I felt large hands try and pull me up, but the boots were really sunk into the muck. The hands moved to my legs, yanking my feet out of the boots – by tearing the rubber – and freeing me. A cold, hard arm wrapped around my body as we shot upwards, towards the light.

As we broke the surface, I could hear the dog barking and people yelling. I choked as air finally filled my lungs. The person pushed me up onto the dock, rolling me onto the solid wood. I rolled to my side, coughing and shivering. A pair of small, warm hands lifted me into a sitting position, wrapping me in my towel that had been hanging from the boat lift.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” A woman’s voice came from my side, thick with a foreign accent.

I nodded, still coughing into my shaking wrist. I opened my eyes, shoving my hair out of my face.

HOLY SHIT!

My eyes widened in shock. The Avengers were crowded onto my dock. The Avengers. That means… I turned, and let out a shriek – startling everyone. BUCKY BARNES IS LITERALLY LESS THAN A FOOT AWAY FROM ME. I slapped my hand over my mouth in shock at my scream. Bucky Barnes was currently dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, staring at me in confusion. He saved me.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, running his right hand through his wet hair and furrowing his brows.

Before I could answer, I heard Makayla scream from the cabin, “OH MY GOD, Y/N!” She was probably running across the wet deck in a panic, and probably creating foot prints in our hard work. I couldn’t look away from Bucky to look, though. I couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. His icy blue eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes.

He is gorgeous.

Clearing my throat, I tried to speak. “Sorry. Yeah, I’m alright.” I pulled my towel off to dry my hair a little bit. “Now I know why I had to sign the N.D.A.”

A chuckle came from behind me, as someone helped me up. Sam Wilson. “Well, luckily we were here, or this could have been really bad.”

“Y/n!” Makayla was in front of me with a dry towel, and I replaced my sopping wet one with the dry one to scrunch-dry my hair, “Oh my god, thank god you’re okay!” She crossed her arms with a serious look on her face, “I told you those boots were ridiculous.”

After rolling my eyes, I turned to face the group of people standing on the dock, “Sorry you guys had to come to my rescue.”

“Holy shit.” Sam laughed, nudging Steve Rogers, “Well, would you look at that!”

They were all staring at me. More importantly, they were staring at my chest.

My tattoo!

I moved my towel over my chest, cheeks turning red, “Um…” I turned to Bucky, who was staring at me in shock. His eyes were wide, and stance frigid. He looked ready to bolt. “Yeah, about that-”

“No.” Bucky’s voice was sharp, cutting me off.

My heart stopped. No? What does he mean ‘no’? “Excuse me?”

“No. This isn’t happening.” He grabbed my arm, roughly, with his metal hand, “Your tattoo is fake.”

I my jaw locked in anger, a hot rage surging through me. “Who the fuck do you think you are, accusing me of faking my tattoo, like some creep? I didn’t fake this!” I ripped my arm out of his grasp, rejection causing my heart to squeeze, painfully.

His icy eyes flashed with anger, “You’re lying!”

“Go fuck yourself.” I yelled, stomping towards the cabin, leaving the shocked group on the dock.

Unfortunately, Bucky followed me, and I didn’t get very far before he grabbed me and spun me around to face him, “How are you my soulmate?” His voice was laced with venom.

This was not how I had imagined us meeting, at all. This was the complete opposite of what I had imagined. I was not expecting the anger – on either side. “If anyone should be asking that question, it should be me, Winter Soldier!” I screamed, poking him in the solid chest, “Why would I want the man who killed my mom and dad as a soulmate, huh? What fucking sense does that make?” I slapped my hands over my mouth in horror. Oh, god, Y/n. He froze, mouth dropping open. I instantly felt horrible, and tears were threatening to spill over. I looked down to our feet in shame, “Oh, my god. I’m sorry. That was a terrible thing to say.”

“Is it true?” His voice was thick, and I could vaguely see his flesh hand start to shake, “Did- Did I kill your parents?”

“The Winter Soldier did.” I whispered, tears spilling, “Not you. I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean it.”

He shook his head, taking a step back from me. Then another. Then, he walked back to the cabin, but not before he could hide a tear that had slipped down his cheek.

My heart hurt so bad, I couldn’t catch my breath. What have I done? Why the fuck would I say something like that? That was so mean… Crap. Would it be more beneficial to talk to him, or to leave him be? It’s not like I really knew him, and I just offended the crap out of him… and probably hurt his heart worse than mine ever hurt.

“Well, that was unexpected.”

Turning, I saw Steve standing a few steps above me, arms crossed. I shook my head, thumb absentmindedly tracing my tattoo. “I’m a shit person.” Tears were still running from my eyes, leaving a hot trail down my cheek. “I want to go after him, but I don’t know if he will want to speak to me.”

“Everyone is going on a boat ride,” He smiled, “I think you guys should talk about… whatever just happened.”

Nodding, I looked down at my attire, “I should probably not have this conversation in a bikini. I’m going to go change, first.”

He let out a small chuckle, “Whenever you’re ready. He’s on the deck.”

I ran by him, yelling out a thanks. There were footprints on the deck, already, so I ran up the stairs on the deck and burst into the cabin. Makayla was still down at the dock, so I stripped on the way to my room.

As I was standing in my shorts and a sports bra, I heard a knock at the front door. What the hell?

Throwing on the first tank top I could find, I ran to the door. Bucky’s silhouette was in the frosted glass of the door – I could see the small glint from the sun shining on his arm and shoulder.

“Bucky?” I opened the door, anxiety burning in my chest, “I was just going to-”

“I’m sorry.” He cut me off, gazing at the script that was exposed at the top of my tank top, “I- I don’t even know what to say about your parents… and my behavior earlier-”

“Bucky. I was a dick, earlier, as well. You don’t need to apologize.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him into the cabin and shutting the door. “As for my parents, I forgave you a long time ago.”

“How?” He asked, letting go of my hand and sitting down on my couch in frustration, “How could you forgive me for that?”

“They were HYDRA.” I admitted, looking down at my feet. I heard his gasp, and I tried to explain quickly, “I didn’t know they were HYDRA. Not until people from SHIELD came knocking at our door to ask questions, but I saw their files when Natasha exposed everything on the web… including stuff about you.” I looked up, my eyes meeting his.

He flinched, shoulders stiffening, “Y-you saw the videos?”

Slowly stepping over to where he was stiffly seated on my couch, I leaned down to crouch in front of his rigid form. He looks so sad. I gently took both of his hands in mine, a small grimace on my face, “I did.” Staring down at his metal hand, I examined the little details carefully, running my fingers over the smooth, cool vibranium. “I am so sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve that. I forgave you a long time ago.”

He let out a shuddering breath, pulling me up from my crouch and into a hug, wrapping his arms fully around me. My arms wrapped around his waist, face pressed into the warmth of his chest. I could hear the fast thumping of his heart, and feel each shuddering breath fill his lungs. He buried his face into the hair at the top of my head, hot breath warming my scalp.

After a few minutes of silence, his arms loosened a little, “Can I see the tattoo?”

I leaned back, brushing my hair out of the way so he could get a better look at the script. His metal fingers left a cold trail as he gently traced his name that rested under my collarbones, causing goosebumps to spread across my body.

“My tattoo is ruined.” He murmured, continuing to trace his name, “The first letter is the only part that is still there. The rest got ruined.” He reached up, pulling the collar of his shirt down far enough for me to see, “Steve says that I was eager to find you in the 40’s – dating a bunch of dames in hopes that someday it would be you. When I got free from HYDRA… I thought you had died, and I didn’t even remember your name.”

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n.” I whispered, bringing my fingers up – cautiously – to touch the small letter of my name.

“It’s a beautiful name.” His eyes were closed as I traced my letter, and running my finger slowly along where the rest of my name should be. “I wish I was able to remember it. Steve remembered your first name, but nothing else.”

“I’m sorry. I should have sought you out. You could have known sooner.”

“Don’t apologize.” He brought his hand up to my cheek, warm flesh tracing along my cheekbone and stopping at my jaw, “I’m happy I finally found you.”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I stared at his smooth lips. Taking a small chance, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. He responded right away, pulling me closer and burying his flesh hand into my hair. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. My breath caught in my throat and my arms wrapped themselves up and around his neck, pulling myself as close as I could. This was the greatest moment of my life. I was finally kissing my other half. His soft lips fit perfectly against mine.

Pulling back for air, a small grin made its way to both of our faces as he leaned his forehead against mine, “Even better than I imagined.”

Things were going to look up. In both of our lives.

I was sure of it.

I finally had my other person.

James Buchanan Barnes.

My soulmate.

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Caged (7)

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding? Word Count : 1084 A/N: Have a good weekend my precious humans. Part 8 is already half way written by the way. I have Bronchitis so got some time to write.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Thor stared off out the window as he listened to Tony drone on and on about something stupid until suddenly Tony was waving a hand in front of his face.

“ You ok there big fella? ”

“ Yes… sorry Tony. My mind is… else where.”

“ Hm… where exactly? ”

Tony asked deviously as he continued with his work.

“ Lady Y/N actually. I-”

“ I thought we all agreed I called dibs on that? ”

Thor simply raised a brow at Tony.

“ She’s smart and beautiful-”

“ That’s all very well Tony… but have you actually spent time with her? ”

“ Not exactly… she has only been here a week…. and she also keeps blowing me off to do her job.”

Thor smiled to himself, shaking his head at Tony’s silly notions.

“ Tony, I feel before you try to engage in sexual intercourse with her perhaps you should try spending time with her? “

“ Sexual Intercourse… what are we 90 ? “

Thor rolled his eyes and stood up.

“ As riveting as this conversation is Stark I must go and pay Lady Y/N a visit and check my brother is not being a nuisance.. ”

“ Remember I call dibs on that though. ”

With that Thor left Tony and made his way down the corridors until he was knocking at your door. There was no answer so he made his way across to check in on Loki. He knocked once but decided not to chance Loki locking him out and so he just walked in.

Loki was sitting on his bed reading a book as usual but he had no cuffs and Y/N was not present which was beyond odd to Thor. Loki’s head snapped up.

“ What is it with people in this building and walking in without a single bit of announcement? ”

“ Where is Lady Y/N? ”

“ Lovely to see you too brother. Well she is clearly not here so would you like to leave me alone now? ”

“ Loki, where is she? You cannot be un-cuffed without supervision! ”

Loki rolled his eyes.

“ Brother, I don’t know where she has gone to, she will be back shortly I am sure, why is it she can trust me yet you cannot? ”

“ Because I actually know you Loki. She does not. I will stay here until she returns- ”

“ Oh for Odin’s sake Thor. Then you may wait outside my room you ridiculous clodhopper.”

Thor looked at Loki confused before asking.

“ What is a-”

“ You have been on this mundane midgardian rock for years and felt it wasn’t important to learn something as simple as their language or simple terminology? ”

“ I have been busy in case you have failed to notice. ”

“ Well instead of endlessly wasting my time, how about you go and look it up instead of irritating me…hm? ”

Thor sighed heavily.

“ I will be right back. ”

Thor rolled his eyes and walked out.

Soon as you and Loki heard the second door close, meaning he had left the vicinity you both burst out laughing and Loki let his illusion drop.

“ Well that was close. ”

You breathed out as you neatened up your appearance again. Slightly flushed at nearly getting caught.

“ Well I guess I better get out there before we both get in trouble.“

You laughed and got up to leave. Just then Loki grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him. He stared down at your lips for a second before he lunged his face forward and his lips crashed against yours. His hands letting go of your wrists only to pull you closer by your waist, you both slowly walked backwards as he pushed you against the door roughly. You heard the door outside open again. You pulled back slowly not wanting it to end. Just as you pulled away from one another Thor and Vision walked in.

” Ah there you are Lady Y/N! “

” Sorry I was just out on a phone call. Loki said you were looking for me? “

” It was just in regards to him being without cuffs while you are not watching him. “

” Ah well- “

” Never mind that for now. We should be taking him to interrogation, he is running late. “

Vision pushed him.

” Right, I will just-“

” No… we will take him. You job is to watch him. We deal with interrogations and transportation.“

You looked at them suspiciously but nodded as they cuffed Loki and started leading him away. You watched him go as he gave you a quick wink before he disappeared around the corner with the two.

You were making yourself some coffee in the kitchen, trying to wrap your mind around what had just happened… what you had let just happen, when Natasha came in and sat down at the kitchen table behind you.

” How goes the babysitting Y/L/N? “

You jumped at the sudden intrusion of your thoughts. You recovered with a forced light chuckle.

” He’s really not all that bad you know. “

Nat scrunched up her nose at your smiling demeanor.

” Jeez Y/L/N if I didn’t know any better I would say you had feelings for the guy. “

“ What!? “

“ Everyone else can’t stand him for more then a day… hmm come to think of it maybe he even likes you. “

” Ha… yea right. How long does his interrogation normally take by the way? “

You needed to change the topic quickly before your brain got to over thinking.

” It depends, normally its about and hour or two, guess they just kind of go on how much he can take. I tell you what, I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.“

You turned slowly and looked at her over your shoulder.

” What do you mean? “

” The interrogation… it’s brutal. Why do you think only the grand asshole Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross is allowed to do it. Only he and his people have the stomach for it. I tell you, it makes what Hydra did to Barnes look like a picnic. “

Your cup dropped from your hands at hearing that. You had seen those files a million times and knew what Bucky had endured. Before you knew it your were running down the halls.

PART 8

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With all the renewed , well continued really, CW wank there's two sentences of dialogue that got lost, which I think are important. There's more when it comes storytelling (ie stories with Bruce 100% siding with Tony where in the movie Nat says "You really think he'd be on our side?" etc). But these two sentences. Tony: I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart. Steve: You did that when you signed. Yeah, to me they were very important. Because I agree that's where the fracture (1/2)

(2/2) …started. The whole thing was wrong. Three days to retire or sign? And Tony signing before even discussing it with the team (that he supposedly retired from in the first place)? That bothered me from the beginning.

Well, yeah. There are a bunch of nuances in CW that fandom conveniently glosses over or forgets entirely in all of the discourse going around. This is why I try to remove myself from most CW discussion these days, it raises my blood pressure. I just can’t with fandom bias and cherry picking.

For your first example I think a lot of people forget that Incredible Hulk exists and whether one likes it or they don’t, it is still very much a part of the MCU. Banner, himself, refers to the events of Incredible Hulk during Avengers 2012.

And what do we know from Incredible Hulk even if you have zero comics knowledge? Thaddeus Ross is NOT a good guy. Bruce Banner knows this FIRSTHAND. He was so awful that his own daughter disowned him. That’s how horrid Ross is. Ross was responsible for the destruction of a Brazilian town. He was responsible for the destruction of Harlem. He was so obsessed with getting a sample of Bruce’s DNA that he didn’t care about anyone or anything else. Hell, the entire reason Bruce became the Hulk, in the MCU, was that Ross was leading a program trying to recreate the super soldier serum. 

Would Bruce be weary of Ross and anything he gave the Avenges three days to sign? HELL YES. 

Moreover, let’s take a look at how Ross became the Red Hulk in the comics, shall we?

“I saw the power of the beast and I coveted it.”

“Might does make right, it’s the American way.”

So let’s just chew on those two Ross quotes for a moment while we go to this…

Obsessed with power, obsessed with revenge, obsessed with “might makes right” Ross volunteered himself to become the Red Hulk. He WANTED it.

So yeah, Thaddeus Ross = not trustworthy in the slightest.

Every single one of the Avengers should have been wary. Every single one of them.

And I know the argument has been made that the UN put together the Accords, not Ross (which in itself can be argued against, as Zola indicated in Winter Soldier that all of the wars since WW2 were instigated by Hydra, which makes it sound like many governments the world over have been compromised, but I digress), but Ross was Secretary of State, which put him (or rather his office) solely in charge of extradition of American citizens on foreign soil. And Ross is an opportunist. So regardless of UN involvement or no UN involvement, I still wouldn’t have signed, as an American citizen, while Ross was Secretary of State. I would not. Ross can do anything he wants, make up bogus charges if he wants to in order to get his hands on the Avengers, and no one would call him on it. As we saw evident in the film. Tony presented Ross with proof that Bucky had not bombed the UN and Ross brushed him off. Truth did not matter to Ross, capturing super soldiers mattered most. 

And gee, given the panels above AND what we know from Incredible Hulk within the MCU, I wonder why capturing super soldiers is so important to Ross?  Particularly Steve Rogers, the only living, successful recipient of Dr. Erskine’s super soldier serum. Really not hard to put two and two together, here.

Also, as a side note: Is anyone else worried that Secretary of State is appointed by the president, which means that Ellis could also be behind all of this? Just who, exactly, funded a massive project like the construction of the Raft? 

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Masterlist (Updated 14/12/2019)

This list contains: Marvel, Peaky Blinders, Vikings, Game Of Thrones, Sons of Anarchy, Kingsman, The Hobbit, The 100, The Riot Club, American Horror Story and Merlin

Marvel

Avengers:

That’s Just Wrong

We Irritating

Steve Rogers:

Come Back To Me

1940′s Day

We Lost Them

‘I Could Never Have This’

Rapunzel

Language Of Love

Wrong Lover Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

You Abandoned Me Series 11/11:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Bucky Barnes:

1940′s Day

Hold My Hand

Wardrobe Malfunction / Part 2

For You

Delirious Confessions

Mr and Mrs Barnes

Our First Night

The Butterfly Effect (Powers!Reader)

‘He’s gone, but I’ve got you’

Wrong Lover Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Tony Stark:

Salt ‘n’ Pepper

Barking Up The Wrong Tree

New Menu

Not Alone

‘We’ve both had a shitty day, so let’s just stay in and cuddle.’

Thor Odinson:

A New Ruler

New Haircut

History of Our Worlds

Looks Aren’t Always Everything

Loki:

Mischief In The Making

Peter Quill:

Mother Figure

Peter Parker:

Stay Out Of My Way

Secret Dreams

A Bad Disguise

Door To Door

Millionaire Mentor

‘You knew I was going to ask you out?’

Hiding

‘I know how much you love her.’

Saying The Wrong Things

Paying My Respects

Stephen Strange:

The Doctor’s Daughter (Powers!Reader)

Sam Wilson:

Wingman

I Found

Wanda Maximoff:

A Trip To The Museum

A Different Person

Broken Hands

Pietro Maximoff:

A Trip To The Museum

Brock Rumlow:

Workplace Drama

Unprofessional

Jack Thompson:

The Right Kinda Gal

Clint Barton:

High Rooftops (Stark!Reader)

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby:

The Tattooed Lady

‘You’re worth more.’

‘She’s Always Been The One’

Different Now

Free Spirit

Finn Shelby:

Practically Invisible

Difference Doesn’t Matter

The Girl From The Circus

Say It Again

‘Stop lying so that I know you’re OK!’

Ada Shelby:

Protesting For Love (Fem!Reader)

Isaiah Jesus:

‘Let me help you!’

Michael Gray:

Snowy Nights

Bonnie Gold:

Thin Ice

Vikings

Cast Imagines:

I Ship It-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Sickly Love-Alex Hogh Andersen x Reader

Drama On Set-Marco Ilso x Reader

Rumours-Alexander Ludwig

Ivar Ragnarsson:

It Wasn’t You / Part 2

A Short Temper

Too Close

Lost In Love

A Typical Love Story

Obsessed

The Benefits of Friendship

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Perfect Match

Hvitserk Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Just Confess

I Don’t Need Your Help / Part 2

I Am One Of You / Part 2 / Part 3

An Unforeseen Future / Part 2

Certain Affairs

Ubbe Ragnarsson:

Gentle Viking

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

A Real Farmer

You Look At Me Differently Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Sigurd Ragnarsson:

You Must Decide-Ubbe Ragnarsson x Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Sigurd Ragnarsson x Reader

Bjorn Ironside:

Useless Excuses

You’re Both Mine-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ubbe Ragnarsson

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

A Modern Day Family-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Ivar Ragnarsson

A Missing Piece

Ragnar Lothbrok:

Friends Till The End

The Funny Foreigners

A Strange Bond

Halfdan The Black:

Trapped-Bjorn Ironside x Reader x Halfdan The Black

Vague Memories

Just Be Gentle

Dark Things

I Am Not Small

The Quiet One Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Margrethe:

Sticking Together

Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow:

The Other Woman / Part 2

A Continuous Nightmare

A Late Present

Men From The North

Stand Up For Yourself

This Cannot Happen

Cold Hearted

How Long Are You Staying For?

Battling For Love

A Twisted Tale

Robb Stark:

This Is My Idea Of Fun

Stop Stepping On My Feet

Bran Stark:

You Don’t See It

Sansa Stark:

A Long Awaited Rescue

Brienne of Tarth:

Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

Tormund Giantsbane:

Matchmaker-Brienne of Tarth x Tormund Giantsbane x Reader

Sons Of Anarchy

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Patched In-SAMCRO x Gay!Reader

Jax Teller:

The Ideal Daughter Part 1/ Part 2

Rebellious

Secrets Revealed

Cutting The Tension

Not Your Typical Woman

Charming’s New Resident

The New Opie / Part 2

Wreck and Repair

Opie Winston:

Spicing Things Up

Happy Lowman:

Love Is Blind, Literally

Chibs Telford:

I’m Too Old For This Shit

Kingsman

Eggsy Unwin:

A Different Background

Time To Meet The In-Laws

Our Friends Across The Pond-Eggsy Unwin x Avengers!Reader

Dangerous Woman

The Secretary

How Romantic (Hart!Reader)

The Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield:

You Have Changed Part 1/ Part 2

Kili Oakenshield:

Coming Home

The 100

Bellamy Blake:

Contact

The Real Me

Not The Same

Forming An Alliance Series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Clarke Griffin:

The Final List

Merlin

Arthur Pendragon:

A Betraying Secret

Another Protector

The New Rule

In Line For The Throne / Part 2

A Need For Comfort

Merlin:

Second Impressions

A Touch of Magic

A Magic Bond

Sir Leon:

The Silent Maiden

Gwaine:

Expected

Good Omens

Demons and Dragons-Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale

American Horror Story

It All Comes Down To This-Kit Walker x Reader

The Riot Club

Alistair Ryle:

Money Fixes Everything / Part 2

Dimitri Mitropoulos:

‘I like you either way’

Car Share

Harry Villiers:

Reversed Roles