#sharon carter x F!Reader

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I love you and I hate it - part 2

Summary: After your fight with Bucky, you put all your efforts into avoiding him, convinced that your friendship is over. Bucky, however, has other plans.

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: I promise I didn't mean to make it this long, but I couldn't help myself, again, and I didn't want to end on another 'cliffhanger' so here it is! hope you like it!

Part 1

Masterlist

Bucky can't believe what he just heard... You like him?

No, you used the word ‘love’. You love him.

Do you love him?

Certainly, he would’ve noticed if you did... Right? He is a trained assassin, he was taught how to see beyond people’s words and actions.

And he knows you, you can deny it all you want, but he knows you better than anyone. He knows you better than he knows himself.

And if he’s being honest, you know him better than anyone ever has, Steve included.

You feel safe, you feel calm. You feel like the peace he’s always wanted, the quiet he needs.

You feel like home. In a platonic way, of course.

Right?

His thoughts of you are interrupted by Sharon’s voice. He didn’t even realize he was back at the party.

"Where did you go?" she asks and, suddenly, her grip on his arm was just a little too tight for his liking. But it was probably nothing.

"I went to check if Y/N was okay."

"Oh." something in her voice felt wrong, but Bucky tried to ignore it, that is until what she said next.

"Why would you even care about her? All she does is embarrass you like before. She’s useful to no one, I heard the only reason she’s even on the team is because she slept her way to it." she laughed like it was the funniest thought in the world, and Bucky couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Not only was she saying hurtful, untrue things about his girl, but she has the audacity to laugh at her own cruelty?

"How dare you?" he does his best not to yell, but his tone still startles Sharon. "Y/N is the best agent in all of Shield, that’s why she got in the team! She’s not an embarrassment, she’s a valued member of our family and she’s my best friend! Of course I care about her, she’s the most important person in my life! Don’t ever talk about her that way again."

Sharon seems shocked at his words but, looking around, she realizes people are starting to stare so she tries her best to defuse the situation. "Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t say things like that again. Let’s just calm down and have a nice rest of the evening, ok?"

In his head Bucky knew her request was reasonable, he could forget about this and keep having fun with his girlfriend. But in his heart he just knew he couldn’t let it go.

The words were coming out of his mouth before he can stop them, not that he even wants to.

"You know what, Sharon? This isn’t working. We have to break up." He doesn’t even give her a chance to say anything before he’s turning around and making his way to his room.

Meanwhile, on the roof, Steve’s trying to talk you down the ledge. Metaphorically speaking, obviously. 

"He hates me, Steve." you can't stop the tears.

"Stop saying that, sweetheart, he doesn’t hate you."

"You saw what happened at the party, the way he looked at me. And he heard me say that I love him and walked away like it was nothing." You sniffle. "If he didn’t hate me before, this certainly pushed him off the edge."

Steve has nothing to say to that, he knows Bucky doesn't hate you, but he also knows that you’re too stubborn to hear any reason, especially not right now when you're in the eye of the tornado and can't see a way out.

Right now you need a friend and shoulder to cry on, usually Bucky would take on that role, but, given the circumstances, Steve decides to step up and be that friend.

He wraps his arms around your crying body and holds you as you let it all out. Neither of you say anything else, the only sounds in the dark of the night being your sobs, until eventually you calm down and after a few moments of silence Steve glances down to see you fell asleep. 

Not wanting to wake you he carefully picks you up and makes his way to the elevator.

When he gets to the floor you both reside in he finds Sam and Natasha chatting at the kitchen counter, probably about to go to bed after coming up from the party.

Sam gives him a confused look, while Nat seems to understand what is going on right away as she moves without saying a word, walking ahead of Steve towards your room.

She opens the door for him and walks in behind, moving the covers back as he lays you on your bed as carefully as he can, and then Nat delicately takes your heels off before covering you with the duvet.

As they’re leaving your room the door opposite yours opens, revealing a hopeful Bucky but when he sees it’s not you, his face becomes stoic once again. He’s about to ask where you are when Natasha beats him to the punch.

"Leave her alone, Barnes. You’ve hurt her enough already." Is all she says before she steps into her own bedroom.

Bucky looks to his best friend for help but, at his confused face, the blonde super soldier just shakes his head in disappointment and walks away without a word.

Bucky stands there for a few minutes, just staring at your door like he's gonna will you to open it and talk to him.

He sighs and goes back to his room where he spends the next few hours overthinking about you and this whole night, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning when you wake up you feel at peace for about 10 seconds before the events of last night hit you like a truck, and all you can feel is humiliation.

How can you face the team after they witnessed your fight with Bucky?

How can you face Steve after he saw you at your most vulnerable and, apparently, carried you to bed after you cried yourself to sleep?

How can you face Bucky after he heard you say you love him and he walked away from you?

You can’t, that’s the answer.

Should you just move out? Just quit the team, ask Hill to be reassigned? Maybe you could even get transferred to another country...

You’re not overreacting, right? This is a very embarrassing situation and you have every right to want to run away from all of it.

As you’re making up an escape plan in your mind you hear a knock on your door, followed by Steve’s voice. "Hey, are you awake? We just want to make sure you're okay…"

You try to be as silent as you can, slowing down your breathing praying he’ll think you’re sleeping.

You can hear him exchange some muffled words with what sounds like Natasha, and then you hear their footsteps as they walk away, so you let out a relieved sigh.

Okay, step one is definitely getting out of this room, it’s just the most obvious place where to look for you.

You get up and out of your awfully classy dress, take a shower being sure to clean away all the makeup from last night and put on the most comfortable sweats you own.

Just as you’re opening the door you can see Bucky opening his about to get out and, in a panic move, you run back inside your room and slam the door shut.

Very subtle, yes.

You rest your back against the door and can hear him sigh and then walk away.

You wait a few minutes, just to be sure, and then relax a little. Your plan was to go to the gym and work out a bit, but now all you can think about is getting the hell out of this compound.

You grab your purse, make sure to have your phone and keys in it and open the door, making sure no one’s around before getting out.

You’re practically running, taking the stairs for good measure, and in a flash you’re at the garage. You jump in your car and drive away as fast as you can without breaking the law, not even knowing where to go.

Once you’re in the city you stop at a cafe for breakfast near your favorite book store, the one you and Bucky have visited together a hundred times.

Okay, stop that. No more thinking about Bucky.

You spend the rest of the day just going from one store to the other, stopping to have lunch at the diner you always go to when you’re in the city, and trying not to kick yourself for not being able to stop thinking about Bucky.

Seriously, why can’t you stop thinking about him?

It doesn’t help the fact that every one of your favorite places has at least a hundred and twelve memories of Bucky.

God, have you ever gone anywhere on your own in the last two years?

The more memories come to mind the more you think that maybe transferring wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Go somewhere new, get a fresh start.

When it starts getting dark you decide to drive back to the compound, but when you park and turn the car off you can’t find it in yourself to get out.

You take out your phone, which you’ve been ignoring all day, and go through all the messages of your worried friends, hating yourself a little more when you catch yourself looking for his name in your notifications.

Just as you’re about to answer Tony’s texts first, you get a call from Steve. You stare at your phone, unsure if you can stomach answering him right now, but your decision is rendered moot when someone taps against your car window.

Your head snaps towards it and you let out a breath of relief when you see Steve standing there, holding his phone and using it to tap on your window again.

You close your eyes for a second but resign to your fate as you gather your things and get out of the car.

When you lock your car you turn to see that Steve moved to be leaning on the trunk of your car, so you join him and wait for him to say something, not knowing what to say yourself.

"So," he starts, with his arm folded in front of his chest and looking at his shoes "you’re avoiding all of us now?" You let out a sigh, feeling bad for hurting his feelings.

"I’m sorry, Steve. I just…" you can’t even look at him as you talk, so you just look ahead of you at all the cars "I’m just embarrassed. After everything that happened last night, I don’t know… God, you even carried me to bed like a child." you cover your face with your hands.

You finally look at him when you hear him chuckling. "That’s what friends do, Y/N. They lean on each other." he bumps your shoulder with his playfully.

"I know we’re not as close as you and Bucky, but I am your friend too. I’m not gonna judge you for last night, I just want to make sure you’re okay. That’s what we all want. You made us worry that you might run away on us." He says the last part as a joke, but you can’t help looking away from him.

That’s exactly what you wanted to do.

You bite your lip as he keeps looking at you and you feel like he can see the gears turning in your head, like your thoughts are so loud and your guilt so visible that he knows right away he was right on the money.

"Y/N…" it’s almost a warning, but you still can’t find the courage to look at him. "You were seriously thinking of running away?!" he seems almost shocked.

"Okay, it’s not like I’m a teenager running away in the middle of the night after a fight with her parents!" you finally look at him. "I was just considering… I don’t know, maybe asking for a transfer?"

"So you actually want to leave the team just because you had a fight with Bucky?" He scoffs.

"It’s not just the fight, Steve, he knows I love him and he doesn’t even care!" You yell before sighing and lovering your voice.

"Do you realize how much that hurts? And now I’m supposed to, what? Just go back to how things used to be? Pretend like nothing happened? Even if we’re not friends anymore, he lives across the hall from me! I’m bound to see him and it’s gonna hurt every fucking time!" You’re almost crying, again, but you hold back not wanting to go through that again and you look away.

"I know it hurts, trust me, sweetheart, but… what about us?" you look at him again as he goes on. "We’re your team too. We’re your friends, we’re your family... You can’t just leave us. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, but we can help you make it better. We all care about you a lot." It’s honestly a miracle you’re not crying already. You feel him take your hand, but don’t look away from his face.

"Please let us help you." you squeeze his hand and nod, not trusting your voice not to break and the flood to hit as soon as you open your mouth.

He smiles at you and you can’t help but do the same. "Good. Then let’s go up and have dinner like we always do." He starts walking and taking you with him, his hand still in yours.

While you’re waiting for the elevator you can’t hold yourself back as you turn to him and give him a tight hug. "Thank you."

He hugs you back just as tight. "Anytime, rookie." you snort and let go of him, giving him a punch in the arm you’re sure he didn’t even feel as he laughs with you.

When you get to the big kitchen most of the team is already there and you sit down next to Natasha while Steve sits at her other side.

The seat next to you is quickly occupied by Sam as he bings the pizza to the table. He gives you a side hug and squeezes your arm in sympathy but aside from that nobody even mentioned what happened last night, which you're grateful for.

You eat like always, having conversations, laughing and teasing each other like normal, you didn’t feel like anyone was pitying you and you realized Steve was right: these people are your family, you could never leave them.

And, as you watch Loki and Peter trying to make you laugh by messing with Thor’s hair, putting tiny umbrellas in it while he's not looking, you just know they’re gonna help you through everything.

What makes you sad to notice is that one brooding super soldier is missing, though you don’t bring it up for fear of opening that particular door.

And that’s how you spend the next few weeks: avoiding anything and everything that has to do with Bucky, including the man himself.

You start training with Natasha and realize how easy Bucky went on you.

You do more missions with Sam and Steve and realize that missions aren't as fun for everybody as they were for you and Bucky.

You hang out during your down time with pretty much everyone and realize that you couldn’t have as much fun with everyone as you had with Bucky.

So yeah, as much as you could avoid Bucky and talking about him to anybody, he lived rent free in your head.

Fun, huh?

It also didn’t help the look that Steve gave you every time you basically ran out of a room as soon as you caught a glimpse of your former best friend. 

Everybody noticed the change in your friendship, but it felt like they all took a silent oath to not mention anything to either of you, and you were glad they were respecting your choice to stay away from Bucky.

He, on the other hand, was going crazy.

He hasn’t seen you in weeks, except for those few seconds before you realize he’s in the same room and run away.

He doesn’t hear your voice unless he’s eavesdropping on you with someone else, but even then he never hears his name come out of your mouth.

Nobody will tell him anything about you, the only thing he can get out of Steve is ‘she’s okay, just give her time’.

He’s been trying his best to give you the space you need, but he feels like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t hear you say his name soon.

It’s been a month of successfully and not so subtly avoiding Bucky.

There was one time where, as the team about to land for a mission, he got much too close to you for your liking and you thought he was about to say something so you grabbed a parachute and quite literally jumped out the jet, then walked the rest of the way to the Hydra base.

Everyone had to wait for you, some annoyed, but most found the situation too amusing to be bothered by it.

Anyway. 

You’re at the gym for an early morning workout, a habit you took to when you started avoiding Bucky.

You know he usually stays up at night. Occasionally because he still gets nightmares, usually because his overthinking mind tortures him until early hours. So he uses mornings to sleep in when he doesn’t have missions.

You’re on the treadmill when you hear the doors of the gym open behind you but think nothing of it, assuming it’s just Steve replacing his morning run with a workout because it’s too hot to run outside.

When you don’t hear him say anything, you’re about to turn your head to see who it is, but before you can do anything you feel two hands, one cold and one hot, on your waist.

You squeal when they pick you up and take you away from the treadmill, setting you down on the ground in front of it before turning off the machine.

"Bucky, what the fuck?! I could’ve gotten hurt!" you were so shocked you didn’t even fully realize you were actually talking to the person you’ve spent so much time and effort avoiding, or that you were walking backwards while Bucky was getting closer to you.

"Oh please, I’d ever let you get hurt." he’s sounds almost amused, like this is a normal thing between you two, but the truth is he’s just happy that you’re actually talking to him.

When your back hits the wall you realize too late that it’s Bucky in front of you and suddenly you’re looking around you to find a way to escape. But all you find is that he’s successfully trapped you between the wall and his body, his hands on the wall at either side of your head.

You swallow hard and if he notices he doesn’t say anything, but your brain is too busy registering the warmth of his body so close to yours to even be ashamed right now.

"Is this the only way I’ll get to talk to you now?" you almost miss his question, your eyes snapping up to meet his and, where you expected to see a smug look at having caught you not only off guard but also ogling, you found a frown and a slight pout.

Something about the hurt on his face stopped you from lying or straight up kicking him so he’d move and you could run away.

No, Bucky was your best friend, you’ve always felt the need to be honest with him ever since that first day, and even now you owe it to him to tell him nothing but the truth.

"I just need time." You hoped he understood.

"How much more time do you need?" Apparently not.

"I don’t know, can’t you just be patient?" You can't believe you really have to ask him this.

"It’s been a month, doll, I think I’ve been plenty patient. Are you planning on avoiding me forever?"

"Not forever… just… I don’t know." If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know how long you would’ve kept on avoiding him.

You were so busy doing the actual avoiding that you didn’t take the time to think about when you’d be able to stop.

You let out a sigh, but didn’t look away from his eyes for a second. He needs to know you meant every word you're about to say. "I was hurting, Bucky. I still am. I get that you have a girlfriend-"

"I broke up with her." he interrupts you.

"You… What?" you weren’t expecting that. "When?"

"The night of our fight. I would’ve told you sooner but it was hard to catch you, you know, with you avoiding me and everything."

You almost lost your train of thought, but it didn’t matter that he was single, he was still the first one to walk away, why was it so wrong for you to do it now?

"It doesn’t matter… I know you don’t owe me anything, but you walked away from me. From my feelings." you can see Bucky’s confusion so, before he can say anything, you explain yourself.

"That night on the roof. I know you were there, you heard me say that I loved you and you walked away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I know you don’t like me like that, and I can live with that in time, but it hurt. It still hurts." you don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely wasn’t he says next.

"Do you remember the day we met?" you furrow your brows in confusion but he waits for you to nod before he keeps going. "We’ve never really talked about it, have we? It's ironic since we’ve talked about pretty much every topic we could possibly come up with. But that day, you introduced yourself and I just got up and walked away. Kind of what you’ve been doing this past few weeks."  he chuckles a bit and you have the impression he's getting closer to your face, but you're probably just imagining that.

"Yeah, I thought I did something wrong, but you were just a rude bitch." he laughs and you can’t help but smile.

"I’m sorry about that, I just… the second I saw you I felt weird. And when you talked to me it was too much, I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t know what I was feeling and my brain just screamed at me to get out, so I did. Then you came to my door and said all those nice things and that weird feeling started to feel more and more comfortable as you talked. It was nice. Then we became friends and I guess I just dismissed that feeling as friendship. It was a different type of friendship that I’d never had... But then again I’ve never been this close to a woman. Emotionally speaking, of course." His hand comes to cup your cheek and you can’t speak, so he takes the opportunity to say everything he needs to say.

"This month has been hell for me, doll. I’ve missed you more than I’ve ever missed anybody in my entire life. Not being able to spend time with you, joke around, talk to you, barely even see you. It's been driving me insane. Being away from you for so long made me realize what that feeling was. You’re not just my best friend, you’re my person. You’re my calm, and my reason. You’re my happiness, my home. You’re the love of my life."

"What?" you're basically whispering, so quietly you’re sure he wouldn’t have heard you if he didn’t have super hearing.

"I love you too, doll. I love you." he holds your face in his hands "I love you."

You feel like your brain shut down all of a sudden. You barely know how to breathe, let alone talk. All you can do is stare at him, the look he's giving you making you weak in the knees.

"You’re killing me here, doll. For the love of god, say something, angel." The nickname seems to snap you out of it, and there's only one thing in your mind left to ask.

"If you love me, why didn’t you tell me on the roof?" He let out a deep sigh, you can feel his breath on your lips, but you try your hardest to focus on his words and not his lips.

"For one I was still with Sharon. And I didn’t really know what I was feeling. Also, I wasn’t even sure you were serious. Honestly, I was just confused about the whole thing, and still mad about the fight. Nothing good would’ve come from me staying and talking to you that night. I probably would’ve ended up hurting you more." All that makes a lot of sense, sure, but it doesn't change the fact that it hurt.

The look in Bucky’s face at the moment though makes you want to forgive him right this second and let this whole thing go. Pretend like the last month didn’t happen. 

So that’s what you do.

"What if…" you start, looking back and forth between his eyes and his lips "what if we forget all of this happened?"

"No." he answered so fast and firmly that it made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and disappointment. "I don’t want to forget anything about us, doll. Good or bad, it’s all worth it, as long as it ends with you in my arms."

You're melting and can't hold yourself back, you grab his face and bring his lips down to yours.

He freezes, probably not expecting it, but when you're about to pull away, he holds your face to keep you there, deepening the kiss.

After a few moments you hear someone clear their throat and almost throw Bucky off of you, looking behind him while he turns to see who it is and you see Steve and Sam standing there, amused looks on their faces.

"We were just talking." You blurted out and Sam cracked and almost doubled over with laughter.

"Really?" Steve said while raising an eyebrow, almost exasperated and knowing damn well what you were doing.

"Sure they were, Steve, she was obviously trying to get the word out of his mouth!" Sam said to the blonde, still laughing his ass off.

"Oh, of course she was. Tell us, sweetheart, what did you find in Bucky’s mouth?" Steve was now laughing too, and you were so embarrassed you hid your face in Bucky’s chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, barely glaring at the two laughing idiots. "Ok, just get out of here, punks." Fortunately for once in their lives they decided to actually listen and left, their laughs echoing through the halls.

"You okay there, doll?" Bucky was now chuckling at your embarrassment.

You raised your head and, meeting his eyes, you said "I can’t believe Captain Dumbass is making fun of us for kissing."

He started laughing and you gladly joined him, looking forward to making up for the time you missed with him, unknowingly promising each other to never let go of the other ever again.

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[buckysmischief]

this must be fake - 12

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warning(s): talks of adult situations

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[swan-of-sunrise]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part IV)

Summary: (Y/N)'s retirement from superhero life proves to be short-lived when Sam calls in for backup as the Flag Smashers disrupt a critical meeting of the Global Repatriation Council in Manhattan.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 8k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a frank discussion of racism/bigotry

A/N: And now, to the chapter we’ve all been waiting for! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part IV) May 2024 New York City, New York (Previous Chapter)

“You know, your car’s a little…cramped.”

Instead of getting annoyed, (Y/N) chuckled at Bucky’s observation as she parked the yellow Volkswagen Bug in the first available spot she could find and stepped out onto the bustling Manhattan street. “And you and Sam are more alike than either of you would ever dare admit; that man’s had it out for my poor, innocent car since the day we first met and I just know that a part of him was happy to see it under a pile of rubble after the Battle of Earth.”

“He did seem pretty annoyed when Rocket and Nebula refurbished it for you,” Bucky relented, placing a hand on the small of her back and guiding her down the street while she was preoccupied with adjusting her Widow Bite bracelets. “That Torres kid better be right about the Flag Smashers crashing the GRC’s vote, ‘cause I really didn’t wanna spend my evening in Lower Manhattan.”

(Y/N) hummed in agreement but remained silent, trying not to think too hard about the gala she was currently missing to act as Sam’s back-up. Earlier that evening and just over a week after their departure from Delacroix, she and Bucky were contacted by Sam and informed that there was a high probability that Karli Morgenthau and the Flag Smashers were planning an attack at the Global Repatriation Council’s vote on the controversial Patch Act; the act would force upwards of twenty million refugees back home to their countries of origin, putting further strain on the resettlement camps and on international politics as a whole and ensuring that thousands of the refugees would die over the course of the move. Bucky was spending a quiet night at home in his Brooklyn apartment but (Y/N), who’d driven down from Maine that morning to attend the first annual Romanoff Foundation’s fundraising gala, was at her old house in Brooklyn and in the middle of getting ready when Sam called to ask for her help. She agreed but as she went to retrieve the black tactical uniform and weapons she’d hidden away before moving to Maine, a sudden surge of guilt saw her FaceTiming Steve to tell him about the current situation in Lower Manhattan.

“It sounds like Sam could really use the back-up,” Steve remarked and when (Y/N) wordlessly nodded, his azure eyes filled with understanding. “(Y/N), is this fight something you believe in?”

She sighed and nodded again. “Yes. Yes, it really is, Steve.”

“Then you should suit up and get going before the party starts without you.” He smiled at the surprise written across her face. “You never stopped me from joining a fight that I believed in, and I’m sure as hell not gonna stop you from doing the same. Cari and I will be safe here at home watching the action on WHiH, and Sam will be safer with you fighting by his side.”

“Have I ever told you how utterly sexy you are when you use that reasonable tone?”

Steve chuckled. “No, but I look forward to hearing more about it in the future. Go get ‘em, sunshine, and come home safe.”

With a smile of her own, (Y/N) winked and gave him a small teasing salute. “Yes, sir.”

In a handful of minutes, (Y/N) and Bucky were approaching the towering GRC New York Headquarters, the both of them taking note of the numerous NYPD vehicles flashing their blue and red lights and the dozens of armed military personnel barring various news crews from accessing the building’s main plaza. She noticed several reporters talking amongst themselves and pointing their cameras at them as they walked past, but she kept her focus on the situation at hand; she knew that the Flag Smashers wore masks with red hand-prints stamped onto them, but she also knew that the members were practically unidentifiable without them.

“I’m almost there.”

Bucky held a hand up to his comm link. “What’s the plan?”

“Karli’s gotta be close,” Sam replied over the sound of the wind as he flew faster. “Keep your eyes open.”

“Sergeant Barnes,” One of the soldiers nodded and stepped aside to let them pass through their barricade. “Ms. (Y/L/N).”

(Y/N) squared her shoulders and continued scanning their surroundings as she walked beside Bucky. “I take it that Karli won’t be scared off by all these cops and soldiers barricading the building, will she?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean she’s not too far gone to be peacefully stopped. Speaking of cops and soldiers, I called in some back-up.”

“Excuse me. Are you two supposed to be here?” (Y/N) and Bucky both turned around to face the man who’d called out to them but as they watched, he pressed down on the hidden device panel near his temple and pulled off the nano mask and grey beanie to reveal the recognizable face of Sharon Carter. “It’s me.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. “Sharon, what the hell are you doing here? Sam and Bucky told me that you’re still wanted by the government-”

“Relax, no one’s looking for me here.” Sharon led them over to a nearby planter box and gave (Y/N) a humorless smile. “Honestly, I’m surprised that you even care; all those years spent petitioning the government to revoke the Accords, and yet not a single word about pardoning the woman who sacrificed everything for her boy-toy and his two lackeys.”

A sudden surge of guilt forced (Y/N) to cross her arms over her chest and look away in discomfort; in the year following the signing of the Sokovia Accords, she’d lobbied senators and representatives to try and revoke them so that her fugitive boyfriend and friends could return home, but when she learned that she was pregnant, she was forced to put her lobbying on hold. And in the turbulent years since, she was ashamed to admit that she’d forgotten about Sharon and the sacrifice she’d made to aid Steve and their friends in their time of need. But as she looked into the other woman’s hardened gaze, a small part of her felt as though she was looking at a darker, more ruthless version of the agent who’d once offered her a cup of hot chocolate and a shoulder to cry on.

“Do I hear Sharon?”

“Unfortunately,” Bucky grumbled, glaring daggers at the former agent and inching closer to (Y/N)’s side.

Sharon was unfazed by the super-soldier’s defensiveness as she adjusted the comm link in her ear. “Hey, Sam. I thought I’d get the band back together.”

“Thank you. You’re risking a lot coming here.”

“I hear pardons aren’t all they’re cracked up to be anyway.”

Bucky shrugged. “Depends on the therapist.”

“They’re gonna move on the building soon. Be ready.”

A shadowy figure flew through the sky above and quickly disappeared from view, making (Y/N) smile to herself before looking back down at Bucky and Sharon. “C’mon, we should move in and away from the barricades.”

Bucky nodded and started forward while Sharon slowly fell into step with her. “I, um…I’m sorry for your loss.” The former agent gestured towards the red hourglass-shaped buckle fastened to the belt of her uniform. “Romanoff didn’t deserve what happened to her and as much as I hate to say it, neither did Rogers.”

(Y/N), not wanting to give away that Steve was alive and well in Maine and most likely rocking his daughter to sleep at that very moment, kept her expression neutral as she silently nodded once to acknowledge her condolences. “Guys, what’s going on on your end?”

“Nothing, all quiet,” Bucky replied while he continued scanning their surrounding for any sign of Karli or the Flag Smashers.

Sharon’s hand twitched towards the gun holstered at her waist. “No one’s moving toward the building.”

“Karli’s not coming in. She’s trying to force everybody out.”

Realization dawned on (Y/N) as she watched the officers and soldiers scrambling to clear the building’s exits. “Oh, shit. They staged a threat to capture all the GRC’s members during their evacuation without drawing suspicion.”

“You guys are gonna have to do something,” Sam called out through the comms, slightly out of breath as the recognizable sound of fighting continued in the background; (Y/N) and Sharon followed Bucky into the lobby of the building as her best friend ordered, “Don’t let ‘em out of the building!”

Ignoring the blinking red security lights and the frantic people rushing to exit the building, Bucky marched through the security checkpoint’s metal detector while (Y/N) slipped around it, the both of them whirling around when the device blared as Sharon stepped through. “Oops.”

“Here’s one of them.” Bucky pointed across the lobby at a muscular man dressed in a security guard’s uniform. “(Y/N) and I will get the evac.”

Sharon followed the lone Flag Smasher while (Y/N) and Bucky hurried through the building’s lobby in search of the evacuating GRC members; (Y/N) was more on-edge than the super-soldier walking beside her, distrustful of anyone who passed them by and wary of whatever Karli was planning. Her instincts took over when a woman addressed them both as they turned down another hallway and offered him a cell phone, flicking her wrists to activate her Widow Bites and keeping a suspicious eye on the woman while Bucky took the phone and switched on the speaker function.

“Karli?”

“Aren’t you tired of fighting for the wrong side, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky scoffed and shot (Y/N) a look as they made their way down the nearest flight of stairs. “I’ve done this before, kid. I know how it ends.”

“And what about you, Ms. (Y/L/N)? This fight that you insist on fighting has done nothing but destroy any chance you had at a normal life. Are you willing to give it all up for the people who are destroying the world you’ve sacrificed so much to try and save?”

“Karli, I know that you and I don’t know one another but believe me, you and I want the same thing. The Patch Act is dangerous and far from the only option for the refugees,” (Y/N) replied while Bucky kept an eye out for the evacuating GRC members and Flag Smashers. “But these methods of yours…they’re wrong and you know it. The people you’re going up against won’t hesitate to stamp out you and your entire movement and when they do, everything you’ve fought for will die with you.”

She could hear the young woman suck in an agitated breath. “It doesn’t matter if I don’t survive this. I’m fighting for something bigger than myself. With all the bodies you’ve collected, Mr. Barnes, have you been able to say the same?”

The super-soldier’s jaw clenched at that. “You don’t think I ever fought for something bigger than myself? That’s all I ever tried to do, and I failed twice. You think your cause justifies all this death, but in the end, the nightmares won’t go away. You’re gonna remember all the ones you killed…trust me.”

“Please don’t do this, Karli. Don’t go down this path,” (Y/N) implored with an almost desperate edge in her voice; she wasn’t sure if it was because of the way Sam had described the misguided young woman to her or how childlike she sounded as she unabashedly spoke of her impending demise, but she couldn’t deny the maternal panic she felt for Karli and the inevitable consequences she’d face for her actions.

“If that’s how you feel, you both should sit this one out.”

“Well, you know we ain’t gonna do that.”

Karli let out a humorless chuckle. “Well, thank you. I’m glad you took my call. You’ve been a big help.”

Realization dawned on (Y/N) and she looked over at Bucky in dread. “The evac. She’s already taking them hostage.”

“Dammit!” Bucky shoved the cell phone into his pocket and they both sprinted down the nearest stairwell that led directly into the underground parking lot; it was practically deserted and dimly lit by emergency lights, but there was just enough light to see two motorcycles parked nearby. (Y/N) hurried over to them and while she quickly slipped a black helmet on, Bucky located both bikes’ keys. “You know how to ride one of these?”

“Yep,” (Y/N) replied with a small grin, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word as she swung her leg over the motorcycle and straddled it. “Steve taught me a while back. I thought he was teaching me because it was a useful skill to have, but it turns out that your best friend’s got quite the thing for women on motorcycles.”

The super-soldier wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Yeah, that’s something I could’ve gone the rest of my life not knowin’ about that punk…”

“Seriously, guys, you had one job!” Sharon’s outraged voice suddenly came through their comm links.

“You worry about your guy!”

After exchanging a look, they fired up their engines and with a squeal of rubber on the concrete floor, they rode out of the underground parking garage. They came out onto an alleyway in the middle of being blocked off by soldiers, but they raced between the barriers and sped down the street after the hijacked evacuation trucks. The deafening roar of the engine and the feeling of the wind on (Y/N)’s face reminded her of a simpler time, when her super-soldier boyfriend spent his free days teaching her how to ride a motorcycle on the lonely road near their favorite picnic spot by the Avengers Facility, and the happy memories gave her something to focus on as they chased down the armored trucks in imminent danger of being hijacked by the Flag Smashers. There’s no way in hell Steve could’ve predicted I’d be using that experience for something like this, she thought as they took a sharp turn and narrowly avoided another poorly-constructed blockade.

“Well, that’s one down.”

“How’d you manage that?” Sam asked, winded but still amazed by Sharon’s progress.

“Mercury vapor, amongst other things. You better speed things up, Sam; the chopper’s about to take off.”

“Bucky!”

(Y/N) and Bucky skidded to a stop at an intersection and watched the armored trucks carrying the evacuated GRC members rumble down the road ahead. “I don’t fly, man, that’s your thing!”

“Ditto, Birdbrain.” (Y/N)’s fingers tightened around the throttle as she revved the engine and assessed their options. “I’m thinking that I’ll trail the trucks while you circle around and cut them off before the Flag Smashers can hijack them. What do you think?”

“I think we’re lucky we’ve got a bad-ass historical-fiction novelist on our side,” Bucky replied, flashing her a brief grin before peeling away and racing down the street to their right.

You’re a bad-ass, (Y/N) silently recited as she released the clutch and accelerated down the street after the armored trucks, a bad-ass who got her handful of motorcycle skills from her horny super-soldier boyfriend almost nine years ago, but a bad-ass all the same. Nothing appeared amiss with the trucks driving ahead of her until they reached an intersection that bordered a sunken construction site; they came to a sudden stop as several Flag Smashers dragged cement barriers into the street and (Y/N) swore under her breath when they wrenched the officers out of the driver’s seats, leaning over the handlebars and accelerating as they started climbing into the trucks.

The roar of another engine filled the air as up ahead, Bucky’s motorcycle skidded onto the street and raced towards the cement barriers; with a quick prayer to whichever deity in the universe covered dangerous motorcycle maneuvers, (Y/N) pressed down on the rear brake lever while turning the handlebars at a ninety-degree angle, slamming the back of the motorcycle into the nearest Flag Smasher and knocking them to the ground just as Bucky launched himself over the cement barriers and tackled a Flag Smasher. While the two super-soldiers fought, (Y/N) fired a Widow Bite at the Flag Smasher she’d slammed into and hurried over to help the dazed and injured officers to their feet. A fiery explosion illuminated the street and its intensity nearly knocked her to her feet, but the chorus of terrified screams helped to keep her focus; one of the armored trucks had caught fire and a metallic contraption trapped the frightened members of the GRC inside with no escape from the intense blaze.

(Y/N) ran to the doors and tried to wrench the back doors open as the hostages banged on the bulletproof glass, but they wouldn’t budge. “Bucky!”

The super-soldier rushed over and took over pulling on the doors’ handles. “Hold on!” He gritted his teeth and the doors groaned under the strain of his super-strength.

“Let’s go, get moving!”

Seeing the Flag Smashers hurrying towards the second armored truck, (Y/N) started forward to keep them from taking the GRC members hostage but came to a sudden halt when a familiar voice called out, “Morgenthau!”

She looked down the street to see John Walker, dressed in his government-issued Captain America uniform and carrying a poorly-constructed replica of the vibranium shield, striding towards the group of Flag Smashers with an enraged expression on his partially-covered face. “Oh, son of a bitch…” (Y/N) sighed and brought a hand up to her comm link. “Sam, your buddy Walker is here and I don’t think he’s looking for a peaceful resolution.”

“Dammit. Whatever you do, (Y/N), don’t try to engage him; there’s no telling what he might do. I’m a little busy with the air evac, but I’ll be there ASAP!”

(Y/N) bit her lip in nervous anticipation as the unstable super-soldier stopped and fixed Karli with a deadly stare. “Let’s finish this.”

“I didn’t mean to kill your friend,” The teenager tried to reason with Walker. “I don’t wanna hurt people that don’t matter.”

Walker scoffed. “You don’t think Lemar’s life mattered?”

“Not to my fight. I just want the people on that truck.”

With a strangled yell, Walker threw his shield at Karli, who simply kicked it away in midair and slipped her Flag Smasher mask on before joining her companions in their attack against the former Captain America. (Y/N) looked over at Bucky, who was using his vibranium arm to slowly but surely break the device locking the truck’s doors, and she saw that the second truck was virtually defenseless, as the group of Flag Smashers were distracted by John Walker’s unexpected appearance. Just as she started jogging towards the second truck, a pained grunt stopped her dead in her tracks and she glanced over her shoulder to see four masked Flag Smashers kicking and stomping on Walker, who’s only form of defense was his flimsy replica of the shield he’d once carried. Indecision kept her rooted where she stood, torn between helping the captive GRC members escape the armored truck and saving Walker, a traumatized soldier who made some terrible mistakes while suffering under the effects of the super-soldier serum but who also nearly killed Sam and Bucky in cold blood.

“Screw it,” (Y/N) mumbled to herself before turning and sprinting towards the group. She took the nearest Flag Smasher by surprise by slamming her knee into his torso and utilizing his hunched stance to spring-board off his thigh and swing her legs up around his neck; flexing her wrists, she fired Widow Bites from both bracelets directly against his neck and as his unconscious body toppled back, she somersaulted off of him and rolled to her feet just in time to dodge the clenched fist flying towards her face. She aimed a kick at her new attacker’s sternum but she was quicker, grabbing her ankle and flinging her across the street, where she slammed into the chain-link fence blocking off the sunken construction site and landed harshly on the ground; with a groan of pain, she clambered to her feet and fired a Widow Bite at the Flag Smasher who’d thrown her, taking advantage of the woman’s distraction to sweep her legs out from underneath her with one of her own and kneed her masked face as she toppled over onto the street.

Blowing a wayward strand of hair out of her eyes, (Y/N) turned to see Bucky body-slam a Flag Smasher attempting to slam a parking meter down onto Walker and when he jumped to his feet, Bucky punched him with his vibranium arm and sent him flying backwards into the chain-link fence. While the two super-soldiers exchanged blows, a masked Karli kicked the parking meter up into her grasp and swung it at Bucky’s exposed back. “Bucky, look out!” He quickly ducked the blow and blocked a second with his vibranium arm before reaching for a loose section of steel chain draped over a cement barrier and striking Karli across the face with it, but the first Flag Smasher kicked him hard in the chest and sent him toppling over the edge of the sunken construction site. “Bucky!” The Flag Smasher grabbed a section of girder and jumped down after him, and (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when she made out the faint sounds of their scuffle. Seeing Walker and Karli engaged in a vicious fight and the second armored truck left defenseless, she hurried over and attempted to pry the lock off the doors, but it refused to budge.

“Hold on!” She yelled to the panicked GRC members inside and frantically scanned her surroundings for a tool or device that could help her break the lock; spotting a metal crowbar lying on the sidewalk near a mailbox, she started towards it but an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and prevented her from moving. She elbowed her attacker in the face with all her strength and reached back to grab him around his neck, throwing her weight forward and using the momentum to flip him over her shoulder. As he lay sprawled on the ground, she grabbed the crowbar and struck him across the head, stepping over his unconscious form and making her way back to the truck.

Before (Y/N) reached the locked doors, something solid connected with the side of her face and the force of the blow knocked her to the ground. Rolling herself over onto her side, (Y/N) hissed in pain as her fingers gently prodded the skin around her right eye and when she pulled her hand back, she could see the fresh blood on her fingertips. She blinked hard to clear her blurred vision and watched Karli shove the cement barrier out of the way of the truck and climb into the driver’s seat; the teenager drove the truck straight towards the sunken construction site and at the last moment, she leapt from the moving vehicle. The armored truck crashed through the chain-link fence and landed on top of the steel framework, its front half hanging precariously over the five-story-deep pit.

(Y/N)’s heart leapt into her throat and after scooping up her crowbar, she ran as fast as she could after the hijacked truck, skidding to a stop at the edge of the pit and looking out at the vehicle as it inched further over the girder; her eyes flicked down and she swallowed hard when she realized just how high up they were, her old fear of heights momentarily flaring up at the daunting sight. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Walker limp out onto the street and look between the precariously-balanced truck and Karli, a conflicted and almost lost expression etched across his pale face as he considered what to do. “Walker! Walker, they need your help!” The former captain squeezed his eyes shut and gave his head a hard shake, but it was clear that he was freezing up under the mounting pressure of the situation. The terrified screams of the GRC members still trapped inside the armored truck with no escape was enough to shake her out of her own trance and with a steadying breath, she lowered herself down onto the crisscrossing girders and cautiously walked atop the narrow beam.

“(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?!”

Ignoring Bucky’s panicked shout from down below, (Y/N) reached the truck and wedged the crowbar’s beveled end between the locking device and the truck’s metal doors; she planted her feet as she pulled down on the crowbar, but the truck lurched forward again and caused her to nearly lose her footing. Before she could try again, a blur of red, white and blue fell past her into the pit and Walker appeared beside her; he used his super-strength to begin pulling the armored truck backwards across the girders and while he did, she continued to try and pry the locking device off the doors. The lock was finally beginning to give way when the Flag Smashers descended on them; Walker managed to bat one of them away, but Karli and another of her companions latched onto him and all three fell down into the pit below, but not before their flailing limbs knocked an unsuspecting (Y/N) down with them.

(Y/N)’s instincts took over and she was able to grab onto another girder about halfway down, gritting her teeth and ignoring the straining muscles in both arms as she dangled several stories above the construction site and worked to scoot herself out of the way of the teetering truck; the deafening groan of bending metal above caused her to look up and see the vehicle beginning to pitch forward, and the terrified screams of the trapped GRC members were joined by the panicked shouts of the bystanders watching from the street and Bucky standing far below. Just as (Y/N)’s eyes squeezed closed and she began loosening her grip on the girder, the screams and shouts were suddenly silenced and everything was still.

Opening her eyes, (Y/N) blinked in surprise and grinned at the sight of Sam single-handedly holding onto the hood of the truck; his Wakandan-made specialized winged jetpack, upon which the familiar vibranium shield was sheathed, illuminated as its thrusters ignited and two drones broke off to attach themselves onto the truck’s hood. With the assistance of his jetpack and drones, Sam pushed the armored truck back up onto the steel framework and used Redwing’s laser to slice through the locking device while the crowds gathered around the street cheered.

“How’s it hangin’, Booksmart?” Sam jokingly asked after swooping down to where (Y/N) was dangling and wrapping an arm around her waist, his trademark grin and new red-tinted goggles unable to hide the worried gleam in his brown eyes as he took in her various bumps and scrapes.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around her best friend’s neck and pressed a chaste kiss onto his cheek. “Much better now that you’re here, Cap.”

Grinning widely at that, Sam flew them both down to the construction site to where Bucky and Walker stood watching them; a metal pipe was suddenly launched towards both men but Bucky was quicker, catching it in midair and tossing it aside as he stared determinedly across the site at where Karli and her companions stood. They started forward towards both super-soldiers and in an instant, Sam used his free hand to unsheathe the shield and bounce it harshly off of the chests of three separate Flag Smashers as they landed on the ground beside Bucky.

Karli scoffed in disbelief as she took in Sam’s new Captain America uniform. “You of all people bought into that bullshit?”

“I’m trying something different. Maybe you should do the same.”

Before the teenager could reply, gunfire erupted and while Sam quickly brought his shield up to protect (Y/N), the air began filling with an unnaturally thick smoke and the panicking bystanders above began to flee the scene. (Y/N)’s vision was obscured by the impenetrable smoke surrounding them but when she made out the tell-tale sound of footsteps running further away, she swore under her breath. “They’re getting away, aren’t they?”

“Not for long.” Sam brought his free hand up to the edge of his goggles and seemingly began to track the Flag Smashers’ heat signatures through the dense fog. “This way.”

(Y/N), Bucky and Walker followed Sam through a doorway at the opposite end of the construction site and through a winding network of tunnels that traveled beneath the city streets. While the four of them jogged down what appeared to be a maintenance hallway, (Y/N) stepped on an errant piece of construction sheeting and would’ve tumbled to the ground if not for Walker’s hand suddenly shooting out and latching around her bicep; she gave the super-soldier a small smile of thanks and swiftly shifted her gaze onto Sam’s back ahead of her, still a touch wary of John Walker and his ever-shifting mood. On her other side, Bucky raised a hand to his comm link and quietly addressed their absent companion. “Hey, Sharon. We’re underground; we entered the tunnel on William, heading south.”

They came upon a tunnel that branched off from their hallway and Sam activated his goggles as he looked between both paths. “Looks like they split up. Here.”

Before Sam could finish, Walker ran off down the branching tunnel and Bucky gave Sam a reassuring nod. “I got it.”

“You should go with ‘em, (Y/N),” Sam nudged her arm and nodded towards the doorway the two men disappeared through. “Keep Walker from doing anything too reckless; I’ll be okay.”

Although unsure about splitting up, she did as her best friend suggested and followed Bucky and Walker down the branching tunnel, doing her best to ignore the ominous feeling beginning to form in the pit of her stomach as she jogged after the super-soldiers and away from Sam. She finally caught up to them in a darkened boiler room, placatingly raising her hands when they both whirled around to face her and frowning when she glanced around the vacant room. “They’re fast, I’ll give ‘em that…”

Walker’s hands briefly clenched into fists before relaxing at his sides and huffing out an annoyed grunt. “They could be halfway across Manhattan and we wouldn’t even know.”

“No, Karli and her followers would wanna stick around to finish their mission.” Bucky’s brow was furrowed as he noted the former captain’s barely-restrained reaction and he moved to stand closer to (Y/N). “They can’t go after the GRC members anymore, so now they’re scrambling to figure out an alternate way of preventing a vote.”

Recalling how Bucky tucked the cell phone that Karli had called him on into his pocket and what Sam told her about the Flag Smasher’s unique style of communication, (Y/N) felt herself begin to smile. “Well, if we can’t find them, why don’t we make them find us?”

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The plan they’d come up with in the boiler room was comically simple and as the three of them led the tactical team to the mouth of the alleyway they’d lured the unsuspecting Flag Smashers to on their app, (Y/N) was reminded of the time she and Natasha tricked a Hydra agent into Steve and Sam’s custody using only a red laser-pointer. She would’ve appreciated the simplicity of this plan, (Y/N) thought to herself with a melancholy smile, her fingers grazing the red hourglass-shaped buckle as she turned the corner of the alleyway alongside Bucky and Walker and came to a stop when they came face-to-face with three unmasked Flag Smashers; they skidded to a stop, their determined expressions instantly replaced with looks of shock when they realized that they were being surrounded by officers and armed soldiers.

“‘Mercy bears richer fruit than strict justice,’” Walker recited with a triumphant grin.

Bucky held up the cell phone and gave it a little shake for emphasis. “It’s a great app.” The tactical team moved in and began detaining the Flag Smashers as the alleyway was illuminated by the flashing red and blue lights of several police cruisers, and Bucky gave the trio a small smile. “Thank you.”

The three of them turned and began walking back to the makeshift command center stationed out front of the GRC New York Headquarters, and (Y/N) arched her brow as she glanced over at Walker beside her. “Lincoln, really?”

“Great man. Great quote.”

Bucky wrinkled his nose and scowled at the super-soldier. “Not when you say it.” (Y/N)’s chuckle soon turned into a groan of pain when the side of her head suddenly throbbed and she felt as though she was about to throw up; concern filled Bucky’s blue eyes and just as he reached out to hold her shoulder, she was overcome with dizziness and he was forced to catch her when her knees gave out. “Shit, I think you might have a concussion. Take a deep breath for me, okay? That should help with the nausea.”

“I’ll go on ahead and let a medic know she needs to be looked at,” Walker remarked before jogging off in the direction of the command center.

(Y/N) breathed in through her nose and out of her mouth, blinking hard to clear her swimming vision and giving Bucky a weak smile. “You know, it’s been exactly ten years since my last concussion? I go up against androids and aliens – two of the Big Three �� over the course of ten years, and a goddamn super-soldier manages to be the one to give me my second-ever concussion.”

Bucky rolled his eyes as the corner of his lip curved into a reluctant grin. “I should’ve known that Sam picked that nonsense about the Big Three up from you. So, you’ve never gone toe-to-toe with Gandalf, huh?”

“Does almost puking on Doctor Strange count?”

“No, because he’s a sorcerer, not a wizard.”

“A sorcerer is just a wizard without a hat.”

With a chuckle, Bucky wrapped his vibranium arm around her waist and helped her walk down the street to the command center; he guided her to one of the handful of ambulances and after helping her sit down, he allowed her to squeeze his hand as a paramedic cleaned and patched up the laceration near her eye. The paramedic confirmed that she did indeed have a concussion, as well as an orbital fracture and two pulled biceps, and Bucky did his best to keep her distracted from her treatment by praising her fighting techniques. Walker, looking awkward as he stood by the opposite side of the ambulance but courteously remaining to partially block her from the clicking cameras of gathering journalists and reporters. He’s not such a bad guy, (Y/N) thought as she subtly glanced over at the super-soldier, misguided and egotistical, for sure, but not bad. Unfortunately, she knew that the government nor the Army would ever address how John Walker’s untreated trauma from his years of service led to the regrettable actions he’d taken in Latvia, just as they’d never told the world what they did to Isaiah Bradley and the hundreds of other Black soldiers they’d illegally tested on…but not for long, if (Y/N) and Sam had anything to say about it.

(Y/N) was pulled out of her thoughts by the ringing of her cell phone and when she reached into her pocket for it, she saw that it was Steve. “Bucky, could you give me a second? I’ve got to answer this.” She showed him the name flashing on the screen and briefly glanced over at Walker; he immediately took the hint, patting her knee and asking Walker to accompany him while he checked out the perimeter of the command center for any sign of Sam or Karli. Once she was sure that Walker was out of range, she answered the call and brought the phone up to her ear. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Are you okay, sunshine? What happened to your eye?”

(Y/N) arched a brow. “How’d you know that I injured my eye?”

“Because Cari and I are watching you on T.V. as we speak; WHiH camera’s at your ten o’clock.” When (Y/N) glanced over at the journalist in the middle of his report and his cameraman’s broadcasting camera, she could make out Steve’s faint chuckle and Carina’s happy coo. “Hi, baby. Are you all right?”

“I’ve got a mild concussion, an orbital fracture and two pulled biceps, but we stopped the Flag Smashers from taking any of the GRC members hostage and that’s what matters. I’ll be home with you and Cari by this time tomorrow, only with a few extra bumps and bruises.” Steve hummed in response but didn’t say anything, and she spared the far-off broadcasting camera another glance. “Everything okay, Steve?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just…I’m not used to being the one waiting for an injured Avenger to come home to me, that’s all. But if it means you’ll be able to help people in need like you’ve always wanted to do, then I’ll gladly do my best to get used to it.”

Feeling her face begin to warm at her husband’s sweet words, (Y/N) opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by the sound of Sam’s thrusters descending into the command center. She watched as her best friend flew down from the night sky and landed gracefully in the middle of the street, a mixture of emotions swirling around within her: relief that Sam was unhurt, and sadness that the night’s events resulted in the death of Karli Morgenthau. Sam was carrying the teenager’s lifeless body in his arms and as he carefully placed her on a waiting stretcher, she could see the gunshot wound on her stomach; she was just a child, she thought as her eyes welled up with tears, a child who was fighting for the millions of people that suffered during and after the Snap when the leaders of the world failed to do so themselves. The increased supremacy of her ideals and the gradually radical methods she employed was wrong, yes, but her message was one that every person on Earth should strive to achieve: that by treating everyone fairly and supporting those in need, the world could band together and unite as one.

“What happened to the Flag Smashers? When did the government make you Captain America?”

“Is it still Falcon?”

“Or is it Captain Falcon?”

“Is Ms. (Y/L/N)’s presence here indicative of the Avengers’ support of your new title?”

Instead of answering any of the questions being shouted his way, Sam walked up to three GRC members, which included Senator Smith, the man who convinced Sam to give up the shield only to hand it over to the blonde-haired, blue-eyed John Walker. “Sam, thank you so much, from all of us.”

“Sincerely,” Senator Smith added with a tone-deaf smile. “You did your part in dealing with those terrorists, now we’ll do ours.”

Sam’s jaw clenched in an effort to remain calm, and (Y/N) fought the urge to stand and hurry to his side. “Are you still going forward with resettling the borders?”

The third member nodded. “Our peacekeeping troops will begin relocating people soon. The terrorists only set us back a bit.”

“You have to stop calling them terrorists.”

Senator Smith scoffed at Sam’s statement. “What else would we call them?”

“Your peacekeeping troops carrying weapons are forcing millions of people into settlements around the world, right? What do you think those people are gonna call you?” Sam demanded and as all the broadcasting cameras surrounding the command center turned to film their conversation, Bucky stepped around the edge of the ambulance and leaned against the door beside (Y/N). “These labels – ‘terrorists,’ ‘refugee,’ ‘thug,’ – they’re often used to get around the question, why?”

Looking decidedly less pleased than before, the third GRC member crossed her arms and looked incredulously up at Sam. “Those settlements that happened five years ago, do you think it is fair for governments to have to support them?”

“Yes.”

“And the people who reappeared only to find someone else living in their family home, they just end up homeless?” Senator Smith gave Sam a patronizing head-shake and on the other end of the line, Steve muttered a few choice curse words. “Look, I get it. But you have no idea how complicated this situation is.”

The members started to turn and walk away, but Sam’s calm but commanding tone halted them in their tracks. “You know what? You’re right. And that’s a good thing. We finally have a common struggle now. Think about that: for once, all the people who’ve been begging, and I mean, literally begging for you to feel how hard any given day is…now you know. How did it feel to be helpless? Now, if you could remember what it was like to be helpless and face a force so powerful it could erase half the planet, you would know that you’re about to have the exact same impact. This isn’t about easy decisions, Senator.”

“You just don’t understand-”

“I’m a Black man carrying the stars and stripes. What don’t I understand?” Sam huffed out a humorless laugh and (Y/N)’s free hand clenched into a tight fist at the annoyed expression on the senator’s face. “Every time I pick this thing up, I know there are millions of people out there who are gonna hate me for it. Even now, here. I feel it…” He looked around at the crowd that had amassed as he’d spoken. “The stares, the judgement. And there’s nothin’ I can do to change it…yet, I’m still here. No super serum, no blonde hair or blue eyes. The only power I have it that I believe we can do better.” A smile slowly spread across (Y/N)’s face and as she watched her best friend with unabashed pride, she felt Bucky’s vibranium hand rest on her shoulder and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “We can’t demand that people step up if we don’t meet them halfway. Look, you control the banks. Shit, you can move borders! You can knock down a forest with an email, you can feed a million people with a phone call. But the question is, who’s in the room with you when you’re making those decisions? Hmm? Is it the people you’re gonna impact? Or is it just more people like you?” The third GRC member bowed her head while the first nodded and Senator Smith awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, but Sam’s gaze never wavered. “I mean, this girl died trying to stop you, and no one has stopped for one second to ask why. You’ve gotta do better, Senator, you’ve gotta step up. Because if you don’t, the next Karli will, and you don’t wanna see 2.0. People believed in her cause so much that they helped her defy the strongest governments in the world. Why do you think that is? Look, you people have just as much power as an insane god or a misguided teenager. The question you have to ask yourself is, ‘How are you going to use it?’”

Giving the three stunned GRC members one final look, Sam turned and walked towards the ambulances; he gave Walker a nod as he passed and the former Captain America returned the gesture with the ghost of a smile on his face, looking more relaxed than (Y/N) had ever seen him before.

“Sam’s the Captain America that this country deserves,” Steve softly remarked, his voice thick with emotion as he continued. “I only hope that people will watch that speech and realize it for themselves.”

“They will.” (Y/N) smiled with pride and watched the gathered journalists and reporters continue their live coverage of the speech they’d witnessed. “Seeing is believing, after all, and we all watched as Sam Wilson became Captain America.”

Bucky helped (Y/N), who was still on the phone with her husband, stand and when Sam walked up to them, he shrugged in faux-boredom and let out a dramatic sigh. “Sorry, I was, uh, I was texting and so, all I heard was, um, ‘a Black guy in stars and stripes.’” All three of them laughed and over the phone, Steve chuckled at the super-soldier’s joke. “Nice job, Cap.”

“Thanks.” Sam smiled at Bucky before turning to (Y/N). “You on the phone makin’ plans with your editor to write my biography already, Booksmart? I always knew you were a smart businesswoman but that was fast even for you!”

(Y/N) shook her head and smiled up at her best friend. “Nope, just talking to my husband about the historic moment we were lucky enough to see with our own eyes.”

His eyes widened a little behind his red-tinted goggles. “Steve saw all that?”

“Baby, could you hand the phone over to Sam for a moment? There’s something I need to tell him.”

(Y/N) did as he asked and Sam listened to whatever Steve was saying; it was a brief message but judging by the tears she saw him blinking away and how softly he murmured his thanks, her husband’s message seemed to have an effect on her best friend. Before she could inquire about what Steve had said, Bucky nudged Sam’s shoulder and gestured towards one of the parked cars just past the ambulance, where a familiar figure was leaning heavily against the driver’s side door. “Sharon.”

“I’ll be there in a sec,” (Y/N) reassured them and as both men made their way over to an injured Sharon, she brought the phone back up to her ear. “You’re not gonna tell me what you just told him, are you?”

“Come home in one piece and I just might,” Steve countered with a smile evident in his voice. “Good work out there, sunshine. We’ll see you soon, all right?”

They exchanged farewells and after tucking her phone back into her pocket, (Y/N) joined the trio standing beside the abandoned car. Sharon was indeed injured, holding a bundle of bloody gauze against the oozing gunshot wound on her abdomen and gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying out in pain; despite the agony she was no doubt experiencing, Sharon took one look at (Y/N) and snorted. “You look like shit, (Y/L/N).”

“Says the woman who’s currently bleeding out from an open wound,” She countered and the former CIA agent breathed out a quiet laugh. “Sharon, I’m sorry for how things unfolded after the Accords and the Snap. I know that that probably doesn’t mean much to you now, but I really am sorry and if I could go back and fix it, I would.”

Sharon studied her face for a moment and nodded as she let out a relenting sigh. “You’re right, it doesn’t mean much…but thanks for saying it.” While something in the woman’s hardened gaze kept (Y/N) from fully trusting her, she was glad that she was able to apologize for her inaction all those years ago.

“Uh, Cap?”

The four of them glanced over at the agent who called out to them and (Y/N) beamed at Sam. “I think he’s talking to you.” When Sam returned her smile with one of his own, she carefully wrapped her arms around his waist in a brief hug. “Go get ‘em, Captain America.”

“Will-do, Booksmart.” He pressed his lips to her forehead in a chaste kiss and turned to make his way over to the waiting agent.

“Look, I’m sorry for how things ended down there.” Sharon’s apology was followed by an appreciative nod. “For what it’s worth, suit looks good on you.”

Sam chuckled. “Thanks.”

With a scowl on his face, Bucky cast a furtive glance at their surroundings before addressing the former agent. “All right, look, can we get out of here, please?”

Sharon relented and allowed the super-soldier to escort her away from the command center filled with dozens of agents and officers who would arrest her for treason in the blink of an eye; while they walked, Sam called out after them, “I didn’t forget my promise.”

While Bucky and Sharon argued over which hospital to visit and whether or not they should take (Y/N)’s Volkswagen or an Uber, (Y/N) looked up at the night sky and watched Sam flying overhead towards the Hudson River, a satisfied smile on her face that finally, the shield and the mantle belonged to the right person for the job. Sam Wilson was Captain America, and the world was all the better for it.

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | masterlist

pairing: senator!steve rogers x fem!reader

⍟ — nsfw content ahead. soft!dom steve. married life. housewife kink. oral [f receiving]. degradation of reader.

Summary: Your husband, Senator Steve Rogers, has been acting strange recently. He makes it up to you after he catches you snooping.

You don’t want to snoop on your husband.

Honest, you don’t.

Sometimes, though, duty calls. It feels like a crime to be in Steve’s office, perched at his desk, attempting to hack into his computer.

You’ve tried three different passwords, now. The first, the name of your daughter, and her date of birth — BeauRogers2012. The second, your anniversary — 19October2007. And, finally, the name of the family dog — CooperRogers.

Nothing. There’s nothing. All to no avail, the screen lighting a shade of red with each incorrect guess, your lips tugging down into a frown as you try to pinpoint exactly what his password could be.

If it’s not Beau, and it’s not you, and it’s not the family dog… then what is it?

Your eyes scan his office, desperate for a moment of realisation. You want something to click, your eyes dragging from a photograph of him and Bucky, to the miniature American flag which sits on his desk.

That’s it.

107thInfantryRegiment.

The computer lets you in. Steve’s desktop background is a photograph of you, him and Beau — baby Beau, curled in her daddy’s arms, asleep, in a pumpkin patch.

You pause. You feel bad, snooping, hesitating as you stare at the pixelated desktop background.

You feel awful, but you have to know what he’s getting up to.

Your lips press together as you swallow away the tightness in your throat, dragging the mouse towards his emails. Before you press down, you hesitate — Steve has never given you a reason not to trust him.

Yet, you’re in, now. You might as well look whilst you’re there, and you’re glad that you do, because a particular name piques your interest as you snoop through his emails.

Sharon Carter.

Steve’s ex-assistant, although you’d always assumed she was more than that. She helped your husband climb to the position of Senator — she was his number one fan, more obsessed with him than you.

Your brows knit together. Steve had told you that him and Sharon no longer speak, as a result of her switching to the Republican to spite him. This — these emails, which go back for months — is unfathomable evidence that he’s been lying to you. Your throat feels cotton dry as you frantically scroll, unable to comprehend that they’ve been communicating for months without you knowing.

“What are you doing?”

Fear cracks through your body like a whip. You feel like a thin sheet of ice, cold flooding through your body as your eyes dart up from the computer screen, focused on your husband, who appears unamused by what he’s found.

“So, what are you doing?” Steve repeats when you don’t answer, his lips pursed as he stares at you. The suit he’s wearing is somewhat tight on his arms, and you can see his muscles flex beneath his clothes. “Be a big girl and use your words, honey.”

“You’re — you’re messaging Sharon Carter.”

His eyebrows quirk upwards in amusement. “You went through my emails,” he comments, “without my permission.”

“You’re messaging Sharon Carter,” you repeat, your voice coming out a whisper.

The look that he gives you is degrading. It’s a look of pity — his jaw ticks slightly as he cocks his head, his tongue darting over his plump, pink lips, leaving a glistening sheen in its wake. “And you’re going through my emails,” he reiterates, pushing himself off of the doorframe. “Without my permission.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

An amused expression flitters over Steve’s face as he approaches you. You feel timid in his chair, his large frame overbearing as he looms over you, the blue irises of his eyes impossibly sheathed by his black and blown pupils.

“Cheating?” He asks, beginning to lower himself to your height. You brows furrow in confusion as he kneels in front of you, his hands placing themselves on your knees. “No. Why? Did you think that I was?”

“Yes.”

“Liar,” Steve whispers from beneath you, your skin prickling with goosebumps as his fingers run over the pleated fabric of your skirt. “You just wanted to know what I’ve been doing.”

You push at Steve’s head, forcing him to look up at you. You frown, a twisted warmth pooling inside of your stomach as his hand caresses the plump flesh of your thighs. “Yeah. You’ve been doing her.”

He snorts. “If I wanted Barbie, I would’ve had Barbie.” His hand beckons your thighs apart, and you flush as his hums in content. “No underwear. Whore.”

Your face flushes with warmth. "That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

Steve grins, his fingers parting your folds softly, his knuckle pressing against your swollen clit. You try to kill the moan which climbs up your throat before it can slip past your lips, but it refuses to die. “Like music to my ears,” he comments, his stubble grazing your skin as he peppers deliberate kisses to your thighs, his tongue a cool stimulant to your hot skin, “you’re a naughty girl, you know? Going through my things and then getting all worked up over what you find.”

You can’t bare to look down at his smug face. His blue eyes twinkle as he gazes up at you, and you force your eyes shut, the delicious, dirty feeling of desire brooding inside of you. It pulls at your heart and burns wildly inside of you, only to be smothered by the feeling of his fingers gliding through your folds.

“Aren’t you going to tell me what you found?”

You shake your head, your eyes scrunching shut as his tongue finally makes contact with your heat. “Oh, God,” you whimper as he glides the muscle through your folds, his fingers pushing inside of your cunt.

“Not God. Just Steve.”

His lips twitch, tugging upwards with a smile. Pleasure rides through you in a gentle wave as his tongue makes contact with your clit, his motions gentle as he suckles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

It feels so deliciously wrong. You’re in his office, sat in his chair, with him between your legs. He wasn’t even meant to find you here — you were supposed to be in the kitchen when he got home, but you’d lost track of time.

“Since you won’t tell me, I’ll make an assumption, and I want you to tell me if I’m right.” His voice is gravely, rumbling against your cunt, and you shiver as his fingers curl inside of you. “You went through my emails. You saw Sharon Carter’s name and you had to click, and you read them in detail and you found information.”

“Yes,” you say shakily, groaning as his nose nuzzles into your pelvic bone, his tongue rolling small circles into your sensitive bud. “Yes, I read them. She’s — she’s a bitch and I don’t want you talking to her.”

His brows quirk upwards, his fingers carefully scissoring your tight cunt open. You clench down around him, the pointed look he’s shouting you making you tense. “She’s my spy. Why else would she have switched to Republican last minute?”

“Because you married me and she wishes it was her.”

A wave of pleasure ripples through you as he suckles on your clit, his fingers heavenly as they roll inside of you. “Is she the one getting her cunt eaten in my office, honey?” When you don’t answer, he hums, his voice muffled as he continues to roll his tongue up and down your sticky, wet folds, “no, she’s not, so stop being a brat and let me finish speaking.”

As if to make a point, his fingers still inside of you, and your chest burns with disappointment. “Okay. I’ll stop being a brat,” you submit to him, your voice shaking slightly as you buck your pelvis towards his hand.

“Good girl." His praise makes you shiver, a delicious pleasure crackling through you as his fingers contain their steady motions, his lips peppering soft kisses against your heat intermittently

“The information that you found is very important people, only meant to be seen by people in government.” A delicious pleasure cracks through you like a whip as his fingers glide through your glistening folds, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he rolls his thumb over your sensitive clit. “And, honey, you're not in government. You've got too much of a dumb baby brain for that."

You whine, your legs trembling involuntary as Steve licks up a deliberate stripe up your cunt, his tongue flattening against your clit. "I'm not dumb," you protest weakly, your thighs tensing as his fingers curl inside of you, the lewd squelching of your cunt echoing around his office walls.

Your body becomes electric with sparks, exploding with ecstasy as his tongue licks stripes up and down your slick. It's so intimate, so gentle — his movements are precise, your legs jolting at every movement, every lick.

"Really? You're not?" Steve pulls away, tutting from below you. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that only dumb wives went through their husband's stuff without permission."

"I'm sorry," you say.

"You're not," he replies, his tongue flat as he swirls his muscle around your swollen bud, "but that's okay, honey. I don't expect my wife and her dumb, baby brain to feel sorry for me. I'm the man of this house. I don't need feeling sorry for."

His kisses grow sloppy, his nose pressing heavily into your pelvis. You let out a shaky breath, your stomach flipping as Steve's fingers glide in and out of your cunt. A moan catches in your throat, and you're unsure of whether or not it actually escapes your lips or dies before it gets to do so.

Steve's movements are skilled, deliberate. You melt into the office chair, the leather fabric growing slick beneath you as you softly behind to grind against his face. He's slow and teasing, his tongue swirling around you bud, nipping at it softly. The pinching pain makes you gasp, your breath hitching in your throat as he groans against your cunt.

"Come on, honey. I know you want to let go," he purrs against your cunt, the sensation sending shivers up your spine. "I know you're not holding that much of a grudge against me that you're denying yourself of an orgasm."

You pout. He's right — of course he's right, he's your husband and he knows what's best for you. You finally allow yourself to relax, fully, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as Steve's movements makes your stomach tighten.

And then, it happens. You grow tired of holding back, needy and desperate, and Steve's fingers curl inside of you again, and you let go. Your slick paints his face, your legs trembling as he laps at your heat, his groans sending sparks to your core.

By the time he pulls away, you feel weak. The sight of him only makes you grow weaker, his chin glistening with your slick, his eyes black and blown, a sultry grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand runs over his lips and he hums, satisfied with the orgasm that he drew from you.

"I'm sorry, honey. You should have never seen those emails, or the documents attached to them. They're not for you to be concerned about." His hand runs over your thighs, his motions gentle and soft as he caresses your skin. Steve's lips purse, his voice dropping dangerously low as he speaks. "But if you ever go through my emails again, you'll be in serious trouble. You got that, honey?"

Your body grows stiff as he reaches past you to turn the computer off, his lips nestling against your head in the process. The kiss he plants to your forehead is soft and gentle, and you smile up at him.

“Yes, Steve.”

You nod your head like an obedient little wife, and he smiles down at you as he does so.

Domesticated bliss keeps him sane.

[urdepressedslut]

Protect me

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: With Zemo hanging around, you begin to feel very protective over Bucky.

♡ Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of buckys trauma, anxiety attack

You were on edge ever since Zemo showed up, knowing what he put Bucky through made you feel extremely protective over him.

Your cheeks were flushed with rage, your nostrils flaring in attempt to hold yourself back from killing Zemo yourself. Zemo would try and be civil, starting small talk, being extra nice. You weren’t having any of it, you were snappy and short with him. Trying to keep conversation to a minimum, knowing that the second you opened your mouth, shit would go down.

Zemo found it hilarious and found the whole act to be entertaining. Now he was pestering you with dumb questions, making it his goal to get you to break. He found it pathetic that someone like you, was trying to protect someone like The Winter Soldier.

Bucky on the other hand found it adorable, and felt incredibly special with your protectiveness. His heart attempted to explode at every tiny gesture you’d make.

Always putting yourself in between him and Zemo. You changing the subject if Zemo tried to poke at Bucky’s trauma. Making sure you kept him reassured that he was okay. That the words don’t work on him anymore when he started to overthink.

All these things adding to the list of why he loves you.

Although Bucky loved seeing your protective side, he knew you were holding back much more than you were letting off. He could tell you were incredibly anxious, from the second Zemo joined their group.

He had made it clear that you didn’t have to be so strong for him, but you refused and kept up your guard. He knew that eventually things would get better, but for now he felt useless.

The air was thick with tension as Zemo did all the talking with Selby.

You were having a hard time holding yourself together, upset that Bucky had to portray The Winter Soldier again.

Selby kept giving you a judgmental side eye, making you nervous that she was growing suspicious. But otherwise didn’t push too much, and instead focused her attention on Bucky and Sam.

“What’s the offer?” Selby asked Zemo, smirking evilly.

“Tell us what you know about the super soldier serum,” Zemo starts, standing up to circle Bucky, “And I give you him. Along with the code words to control him, of course.”

Bucky doesn’t budge, standing still with an empty look on his face, staying in character. You clench your hands into fists at Zemo’s words, sneaking a look at Bucky and you swear you saw a hint of fear in his eyes.

Zemo continues to circle him, touching him as he makes rounds. Selby grins at his offer, making you sick to your stomach.

“He will do anything you want.” Zemo adds, caressing Bucky’s face. The words and actions had you seeing red, your chest tightening up.

Your nails dug into your palms, drawing crescent shaped cuts, blood starting to pool in your fist.

There was obviously a line that no one wanted to cross, and considering that this plan started over the line… It was too much for you. You couldn’t listen to Zemo talk about Bucky like he wasn’t even there, like he was an object.

Your nose tingled, the familiar warning that you were about to cry, and your fists shook slightly. Zemo and Selby kept talking, but to you it was all muffled.

This wasn’t the place or time to break down, and despite not being able to breathe well, you locked it away, not allowing any tears to fall.

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Someone had eventually shot Selby, and that someone ended up revealing themselves as Sharon Carter. One thing led to another, and now everyone was gathered at Sharon’s place.

Bucky had noticed quickly that you hadn’t spoken too much since before the interaction with Selby, and he had grown worried.

You looked paler to him, the gorgeous color in your cheeks gone. You were staring off into space if not listening in the conversation.

He figured it was going to be hard for you to see him back as The Winter Soldier, considering how protective you’ve been. But he was only acting, and he knew you knew that.

Bucky walked over to your staring form near the window, which had an incredible view but he doubted you were actually looking at it.

“Hey doll, you doing okay? You’ve been awfully quiet, which is not like you at all.” Bucky tried to lighten the mood, but barely saw you flinch from his attempt.

“Baby? Please talk to me.” He pleaded, growing more worried every second you stayed silent.

He wrapped his arms around your frame and it was then he felt you shaking. Pulling away he immediately scanned you over, taking in your balled up hands, noticing streaks of red leaking through the cracks of your fingers. Lastly, he could hear your pained wheezes, like you couldn’t breathe.

“Babydoll, I need you to look at me.” He told you softly, keeping his tone gentle.

Reaching out, he collected your fists into his palms, internally cheering when you moved your head to finally meet his eyes.

“There you are, now I need you to take a deep breath with me okay? C’mon baby, do it with me.” He told you slowly, and watched you take a tiny breath in, wincing when you strained your lungs to expand.

He coached you through a couple more breaths until you were taking in large gulps of air. It was like your brain finally allowed you to process everything as soon as you had enough oxygen.

“There we go, you did so well doll,” Bucky noticed your lip quivering, and watched tears gather in your eyes. “Oh baby, c’mere.”

He scooped you up into his arms, caging you with his embrace. Letting yourself feel the warmth of Bucky’s arms, you let out pained sobs, holding onto him like he was going to disappear.

“I was s-so scared.” She whimpered, causing Bucky to hold you tighter. His heart hurting from how broken you sounded.

“It’s over now baby, you don’t have to be scared.” He cooed, sneaking his metal hand under your shirt to stroke your back, knowing that the coolness brought you comfort in situations like this.

“I hate it when they talk about you like that,” You cried out, “Like you’re— like—“

“It’s okay baby, you don’t have to finish, I know.” He stopped you, knowing your words would’ve brought on a new wave of tears.

“I hated that I couldn’t do anything, I fucking hated it.” You cried.

He frowned, hugging your sobbing form, his heart breaking at the fact that you were upset because he had to portray The Winter Soldier. You were more upset for him, than he was for himself. You were too caring for his heart to handle.

You lifted your face from his chest, leaning up to meet his eyes. You held his face in your hands, looking into his eyes with panic.

“You okay?” You asked him softly, and he melted at your touch, pushing his face further into your hands. Even in this state, you were still worried about him.

“I’m okay babydoll. As long as I’ve got you with me, I’m gonna be okay.” He told you, lifting his flesh hand to gently grab your chin, letting his thumb caress your bottom lip. “Are you okay?”

“Now I am,” You nodded to him, “I just— You’ve already been through so much, and I hate seeing you have to do something so traumatic. I just wanna protect you from everything… I can’t and won’t see you hurt again.”

Bucky’s heart swelled at your words, there wasn’t anyone else that could make him feel as special as you do. You made him feel so important.

He pulled you in, giving your lips a quick but passionate kiss. His flesh hand cradling the back of your head, his metal hand pushing on your lower back, your front meeting his.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I love you too Buck.” You murmured, nuzzling your nose into his.

There was nothing else in the world you’d ever want, all you wanted was right here in his arms.

[ramp-it-up]

Queen of Heaven

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky x Sex Club Owner! Reader

Word Count: 4K +

A/N:  This comes directly after Carnivores, Vegans, and Boy Scouts, Oh My! This is in the This Thing Of Ours AU   

Warnings: As usual 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. Not Beta’d, all errors my own. Woman centered Sex club, graphic depictions of sex acts, ex-free-use Sharon Carter, voyeurism, fantasies, kinks, fetishes, choking, breath play, masturbation, bi-sexual proposition, dp, sex with multiples, Switch reader, definite dom/sub play, oral sex (m/f recieving) use of pain as pleasure, Switch Bucky, restraints, slapping, spitting, explicit talk of topping Bucky, orgasm denial, cum play, use of ‘Puppy’ pet name.  Basically reader turns Bucky out, lol. This is PWP.

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Two weeks after his first meeting with you, Bucky and Sharon Carter rolled up to a Tribeca hotel in a black SUV. His driver, Robbie, was also protection for his date tonight.

Robbie parked and Bucky stepped out, then went around and opened the other door for the blonde, who stepped out to reveal a black mini dress and steep black red bottoms. Bucky could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything else, and although it was intended to be alluring, it had no effect on Bucky.

But he played the game, smiling at her smirk as they headed into the lobby. 

“This is way outside of your wheelhouse, isn’t it Bucky? Are you sure you are not trying to give it a go again?”

Sharon turned toward Bucky and looked up at him.

Bucky stepped back and cleared his throat, establishing a boundary.

“Sharon, we talked about ground rules before we came. No. We are not giving “it” a go again. If that is a problem for you, we don’t need to go in here. Robbie can take you home. I’ll find another way to get in.”

Bucky’s face was serious, and Sharon’s smile dropped.

Sam, Steve, and Bucky each had a go at Sharon, and it just wasn’t destined to be along term thing. But that didn’t stop her from trying to get with one, or all of them, again.

“Robbie is my boy, he’s rescued me from more than one of your Valkyrie get togethers gone wrong in the past.”

Sharon looked wistful. Bucky almost felt bad. Almost. He knew how manipulative Sharon was.

“Listen Shar. You said you wanted to be friends. We are not a thing anymore. I know you love attention. Here is your chance. If we go in here, you can have some fun, and I can get what I need for Valkyrie. There is not going to be anything happening between me and you in here. Got it?”

Sharon batted her eyes.

“You don’t even want to watch? Sam loved it when we came.”

Bucky paused at that bit of information, but just decided to ignore it.

“Nope. You’re free as a bird.”

Sharon cleared her throat and smoothed her dress.

“Good. You won’t cramp my style then.”

“Right.”

Bucky took Sharon’s arm and steered her to the right, into the closed-for-the-private-function restaurant.

There was a tall man, dressed all in black, who was making sure of the identities of all who entered. After checking Bucky and Sharon in, he waved a long arm around the corner into the restaurant, where people, all dressed in black, are mingling, enjoying cocktails, and talking amongst themselves.

Sharon ordered a prosecco and walked over to a table while Bucky ordered bourbon. She picked up a card.

“This is the ice-breaker mixer portion of the evening. I’m off to find someone with a different eye color than I came with.”

She looked up at Bucky and into his blue eyes.

“See you later, Alligator.”

She smiled and glided away to a beautiful young lady with long dark hair and alabaster skin. 

Bucky reconsidered what Sharon said about watching as a short redhead sidled up to him. He put on a tight smile and answered the question that she read from the card.

“Ummmm. Reverse cowgirl,” he said absentmindedly, trying to be polite while scanning the place for you. 

After about 45 minutes of awkward mingling on Bucky’s part, the host called everyone’s attention and gave some ground rules detailing what was to be allowed in the clubhouse, which was not far away. The number one rule was that only women could extend invitations for sex acts. Men were free to accept or decline, or offer to watch, but nothing else. 

Sharon drifted back over to Bucky. When the information was disseminated, the host, who said his name was Utu, led everyone to the club which was just down the block. Bucky and Sharon walked in silence, each contemplating the possibilities.

Inside the club was dark and drenched in red lights. There was one angel, you, dressed in all-white. 

Bucky’s took you in. Your hair, which was pulled back the first time he saw you, was now a huge halo around your head, and your white leather corset was covered in buckles and bows. The garment seemed to be pulled tight to gather the soft looking globes of your breasts up nearer your face, which glowed with a light he didn’t see before. 

Those eyes of yours were glowing, and those lips. How he wanted to experience them. His eyes moved lower to the bodice of your dress, which was cut so low cut that Bucky could swear that he could see a hint of your areolas. That fact made him shift his stance and attempt to will down a sudden change in how his pants fit.

Bucky licked his lips as his eyes flowed down your body. Your dress fit your waist and then flared into a short train in the back, while the front hem curved upward and showed your generous thighs made more prominent and muscular by your high platform open toed shoes. Bucky stared at your white painted toenails and discovered at that moment that he had a toe fetish.

“Welcome to Queen of Heaven, Ladies, and guests.”

Everyone was mesmerized by you. Your eyes scanned the crowd and faces, hesitated when you saw Bucky, but then continued with what you were saying.

“I am Inanna.”

Your eyes came back to Bucky, your eyes meeting when you gave that name, knowing that he knew it wasn’t the truth.

 “I hope that tonight you begin to understand, and give way to your desires, whether with others, or on an individual journey to your true self.”

You locked eyes with Bucky and an electricity zapped between you again. Sharon’s head was on a swivel, watching this thing play out with you two. She cleared her throat, and that snapped you out of it. You smiled, and stepped aside for everyone to enter.

“Enjoy!”

Utu stood between you and the guests as they filed past, prohibiting anyone from coming near you. Bucky wanted to stop, but the eagerness of those around him compelled him into the club.

By the time Utu brought up the rear, you were nowhere in sight.

“Do you know her?”

“What?”

Bucky’s brain was scrambled; he’d forgotten his mission and could only think to explore his desires with you. Honestly, he’d forgotten that Sharon was there.

“Inanna?”

Bucky looked down at Sharon without registering her features. 

“I don’t know anyone named Inanna.”

Bucky’s face gave away nothing, but Sharon was a smart woman. 

“Right.” 

Bucky could tell that she didn’t believe him. 

“I’m going to go explore.”

Bucky gave her his practiced smile.

“Have fun.”

“Oh. I will.”

Sharon winked at Bucky and then disappeared.

30 minutes later, after low-key searching for you throughout the club to no avail, Bucky had gotten an eyeful of women who were seeking out their pleasures, be it by just watching, pleasuring themselves, light to heavy petting, and various sex acts with one or more partners of all genders and sexes. 

Every time Bucky came upon a man restrained in any way, his heart beat staccato. 

He thought of your suggestion to explore his desires. Normally, Bucky was the initiator in sex. It came with the territory because of his chosen livelihood. As a mobster, it was expected that Bucky would just take what he wanted.

But what if he just wanted to be taken? The moment that thought registered, Bucky’s world was rocked.

Bucky stopped to watch a woman ride a man, her hand around his throat, while another woman watched. The two women kissed as the man panted for air and smiled wide, blushing and flushed with pleasure. 

“Would you like to join us?”

Bucky looked down at the small brunette beside him, the same one that Sharon spoke to at the restaurant, and at the huge dirty blonde male who was with her. She was nestled in the crook of his arm as his hands roamed her body.

“We would like someone who wants to experience both of us. And us them. Are you interested?”

Bucky looked from the man to the woman.

“I’m flattered, but I am still exploring. Individually at the moment.”

The brunette tsked as she eyed Bucky.

“A shame. Maybe next time.”

Bucky hadn’t considered that there would be a next time. He was just here to confront you and to use the information for leverage to get you to sign the contract, but now… 

A passing waiter stopped and Bucky reached for a drink.

“Do you need anything, Sir?”

“Inanna. What does she do at the club? Does she participate? Where is she?”

The young male looked at ease in the black leather straps that comprised his uniform. His codpiece was large and Bucky wondered if he were on the menu for the female members as well. He wondered if you had broken him in. He wondered if the waiter gave you pleasure. He wondered what your kink was…. 

Bucky’s mind started to spiral as the waiter answered with a velvet voice that Bucky found oddly appealing. He wondered if there were anything in his drink or if it was the club. 

“Inanna is everywhere. I’ve never seen her participate, or been invited to her space, but there are stories. She mostly just watches.”

He indicated upwards and Bucky looked up to see cut out rectangles near the warehouse high black ceilings. He saw a flash of white and immediately understood.

You were up there. Watching everything.

When he looked back down, the waiter had disappeared.

Bucky took a drink and scanned the clubhouse. His eyes paused momentarily at the image of Sharon on a huge red bed engaged in double penetration with two muscle-bound males, one blonde, one brunette, while she sucked off another brown skinned adonis. 

“Hmph? Who would have thought?” Bucky said below his breath as he headed back toward the entrance.

He explored the welcome area more closely, and found a panel in the wall. He looked around to ensure that no one was watching, and opened it to find a flight of stairs, black but illuminated from below by red lights. He gulped as he looked up the staircase.

Your heart was beating wildly. Bucky was finally making his way up to you, and the anticipation had you wet. You would have thought that he would have figured it out before now, but you underestimated his curiosity. 

The way Bucky paused to watch people doing everything you wanted to do with him made you thrill. But he was taking too long, and you didn’t want to touch yourself tonight. You wanted him.

So you sent Paolo over with drinks to give him a nudge.

Ever since the encounter in your office, you felt things you hadn’t in years, if ever. 

Your mind would not stop creating made up scenarios of playtime with James Bucky Barnes. There was something about him that made you want to let down your walls.

The moment Bucky saw you upstairs, he knew it was over for him. Your scent enveloped him and pulled him closer to you. He took in your form, and all of his bodily systems ramped up.

You’d removed the train to your dress, which showcased your legs and as he stared at them, he decided he wanted to experience them close-up.

You watched James Barnes enter your space and stand there, sex on legs in a black and leather suit. His eyes roamed your body with possession and you watched him greet you, not with words, but with a full body expression of lust. You noticed his tongue absentmindedly poking around in his cheek; you decided that he must be thinking hard.

You decided to forgo the formalities.

“Why are you here, Mr. Barnes?”

His eyes finally met yours.

“Call me Bucky.”

You scoffed. 

“I most certainly will not. What the hell is a Bucky?”

Bucky chuckled, then came closer to you, taking note of your reactions. Your eyes told a story your demeanor did not. 

“I am here to ask you to sign the contract again. This little enterprise of yours would be very interesting information for some people. I’ll keep your secret, and offer the club protection, if you join our organization.”

Bucky circled you as if you were prey, and he couldn’t know how much that turned you on. You craved the primal, pure emotion of desire. He was taking you there.

“The terms of your contract are untenable. I am not a fool, Mr. Barnes.”

“Everything is negotiable. Inanna?”

He questioned your alias as he stared at your ass, which was a delicacy that he had to taste. You turned your head as he lingered behind you.

“See something you like, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky circled back around to face you and licked his lips, that tongue snaking out and almost destroying your soul.

“As a matter of fact… I do.”

You moved forward, as if into his arms, but just as he was about to raise them, you brushed past him and seemingly floated to a bar in the corner of the room.

“Take off your jacket, Mr. Barnes, and we’ll talk.”

You indicated a yellow couch. Bucky looked at his phone and saw a text that Robbie was taking Sharon home, and Bucky was pleased at that. He took off his jacket and sat down, eyes scanning the room to view the toys displayed on the walls.

You brought him his drink and sat down beside him.

“What do you know about sex play? Kinks? Fetishes? BDSM?”

Bucky took another drink.

“I know the basics. What all those are. Safe words. But I’ve never really…not seriously…beyond the occasional girl with a Daddy kink… Never really used a lot of toys. Well. Not like these. My sex life has been pretty straightforward.”

Bucky indicated your room and you looked around. And then back at him.

“My sex life is pretty straight forward, Mr. Barnes. I either relinquish control, or I gain it from my partner. I am a Switch. Which means that I can be dominant.” 

You stared at him and he flashed back to the meeting in your office.

“Or submissive. Sometimes it depends on the day, the mood I’m in. Or sometimes I can be both within a matter of minutes.”

Bucky started breathing hard. He felt intoxicated, but he could usually hold his liquor and this was only his third drink.  

Must have been you. 

Bucky stood up, if only to maintain control. 

You noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled into your drink. You watched as he examined the toys that were on your walls, and the equipment built in taking the opportunity to roam away from you. He stopped at the restraints. He sipped his drink and looked up to see how it was connected to a track in the ceiling. You observed his curiosity. You could read him like a book.

“These look like they can move anywhere you want them in the room.”

His voice was plaintive, soft, and wistful.

“They can. They come in very handy in some scenes. Do you want to see how they work? Do you want to play with me?”

You put your drink down, walked over to the wall and raised your arms very slowly and deliberately. The invitation was unmistakable. Bucky almost fell to his knees, but instead took another drink and moved closer to you. He looked in your eyes and then up at the restraints, leaning close to pull one down. The crank of gears was a satisfying sensation that helped set the mood as he lengthened the chain to which they were attached.

Bucky opened the latch and enclosed your wrist in his large hand, caressing you with his thumb. This tenderness was unexpected and you normally wouldn’t have allowed it, but James Barnes was proving to be your weakness. 

He looked into your eyes again and then fastened your arm into place. The way you sighed and settled into being restrained made his cock even harder. He fastned the other wrist and witnessed a distinct change in your demeanor. You were definitely more relaxed. You looked up at him and he was under your spell. 

Those eyes had a hold on him.

“Thank you, Sir. My words are simple: green for good, yellow for caution, nearing my limit, and red for stop immediately.”

You looked up at him. And Bucky understood that he was responsible for you now. 

“Good girl.”

You trembled and bit your lip.

“Would you like for me to show you the range of the restraints?”

“Yes.”

You took a deep breath and stepped forward, Bucky walked backwards, not wanting to take his eyes off you. You walked around the perimeter of the room and Bucky stopped to watch you, observing your legs, your ass and your breasts which were slipping out of the leather bodice.

Bucky stood in the center of the room. He pointed to a spot in front of him. 

“Come here.”

You did as he asked and stood, waiting for a command. 

Bucky reached for your bodice and pulled the cups down, letting your breasts fully spill out. 

“Be still.”

Your body thrilled as Bucky lowered his mouth and licked each of your nipples, making them pebble against the air of the room. Then, he straightened and watched your face as he twisted your nipples with increasing intensity.

“What is your word?”

“Green, Sir. I’m used to clamps.”

Bucky slapped your breasts and pulled on your nipples, making you bite your lip and fluids leak down your thighs.

“I didn’t ask for all that information.”

You cast your eyes down, pleased at how this was going. Bucky jerked your chin up, then kissed you, mouth bruising your lips. Then he pulled back and his hand traveled down to your waist and around, squeezing your ass, and then back round to finger your folds through the leather. His fingers found snaps. 

“Eyes on me.”

Bucky slid down to his knees and carefully freed your lower body from the leather. Bucky looked up at you as he placed one thigh on his shoulder. Then he gazed at your most intimate physical part.

“I’ve wondered how you would look, feel, and taste down here.”

You bit your lip, but did not respond as his fingers reached up to feel your wet folds, and to dip into your heat. His eyes dropped with the pleasure of anticipation, then he looked straight at you.

“You are going to give me an orgasm, when I tell you. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

You whispered it. You’d never been this overwhelmed. 

Bucky pinched your clit.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Ah! Yes, Sir!”

You screamed it into the room and creamed on his fingers. He was fucking you with them now, and the only thing holding you up was Bucky’s strong hand.

Irrationally, you dreamed of running your hands through Bucky’s hair as his face moved into your creamy center. But you were restrained. And it was for your good. 

It would not do to fall for James Barnes.

Bucky maintained eye contact as he began eating you out. You tasted like pomegranates and the feel of your velvet innermost parts on his tongue was sublime. He could only imagine how you would feel wrapped around him. He wanted to take his cock out right then for some relief, but he decided to focus on you.

You watched, heard, and felt him lick, slurp and suckle your labia, cunt, and clit, and you gave him what he wanted quckly. And all over him.

Bucky stood up, taking off his drenched shirt, eyes on fire.

“Good girl.”

He reached for you and kissed you again, giving you a taste of you. He unbuckled his belt and you trembled, but he didn’t do what you were expecting. 

“My turn.”

He was leading you back to the wall.

“Can you let me experience the other side, Inanna?”

You didn’t imagine that he would assent so quickly.

“Oh, Yes, Sir.”

You smiled at him as he unfastened you. You stepped away from the wall and flexed your wrists, testing your flexibility. Bucky reached for your hands to soothe them and you shoved him against the wall, much like you did at your first meeting. Your forearm was against his throat, but your breasts were pressed against his chest.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?”

Bucky grinned. 

“No, Inanna.”

“Then don’t. Unless I order you to.”

“Yes, Inanna.”

“What are your words.”

“Same as yours, Inanna, Red, Yellow, Green.”

He was inordinately happy.

You slapped Bucky’s face, and you saw that tongue poking the cheek you’d just reddened.

“Wipe that fucking smile off your face.”

Bucky just stared at you, waiting for you to continue.

You pressed your forearm harder, and watched as Bucky gasped for breath. You released him and you could tell he was suppressing a smile.

“Hands up, Mr. Barnes.”

You stayed where you were, your breasts brushing against his chest and driving him crazy as you fastened him in. He craved you already and even though you were right there. Even though he was fastened to the wall, Bucky felt free. 

This was the best feeling ever.

You pulled Bucky’s zipper down and reached into his pants, finding more than suitable. You looked down and smile.

“Oh, Mr. Barnes. Looks like you’ve made a mess of yourself. Am I always going to have to clean you up?” Bucky stopped himself from nodding vehemently at the promise of more.

You dropped his pants around his ankles, hemming him up not only by his arms, but by his ankles as well.

You kneeled down and rubbed him from tip to balls, and extended your fingers behind, ghosting over his hole.

“Hmmmm. About nine inches. And thick too.” 

You looked up at Bucky, almost giving him a heart attack.

“I am pleased.”

You licked him all over, collecting all of the fluid on his cock, then you deep throat him, causing a low rumbling moan in his throat. You proceeded to give him the filthiest pep talk he ever had between your slurps and gags. Your fingers teased him to the point of delirium. He’d never felt like this before.

“Why do I want fuck you with my strap, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky pulsed in your hands involuntarily at that. It was unexpected. You stood up and pulled his mouth open, spitting on his tongue.

“Swallow.”

He did as he was told and pulsed for you again, mouth falling open for you to kiss him.

“You like that idea, hunh? Getting as good as you give?”

You began to tug on his cock, stroking him for dear life as he whimpered under your control.

“Don’t worry. We’ll start with 6 inches. I’d bet you’d cum all over the place.”

Bucky buried his head in your shoulder as you jacked him mercilessly, afraid of his feelings about the situation.

“I’d go easy on you. At first. We could start with a plug. I’d have you, ass up on my bed, legs wide, while I lick that special hole of yours, and then push it in slowly. Then, I’d turn you over and then ride your cock into the sunset.”

You were stroking his cock and grasping his neck, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“D’you think you could you fuck me well enough? Do you have it in you to put it in me? Do you want to be my Puppy?”

This time, Bucky nodded.

You slapped him again.

“Can I use your cock for my pleasure? Any time I want?”

Bucky’s pupils were blown, and his mouth was open and gasping for breath.

HIs tongue came out and moistened his lips, his eyes on the point where your hard nipples were pressing into his chest as you stroked him.

“I’m going to fit you to my throat again. And you better not cum.”

Those words almost made Bucky cum on the spot and when he saw you on your knees, he wasn’t sure he was up to the challenge.

You worked and kneaded his balls firmly, careful not to hurt him, but just on the edge of pain. It was so much pleasure. 

“Mmmmmm. A cock ring. That is what you need to control yourself. Right Puppy?” Bucky would have agreed to anything at this moment.

You stroked him over your breasts, his tip rubbing your nipples and then you licked him from root to tip, plunging your mouth around him as you deep throated him again. Your tongue and throat were magic, Bucky went to stroke your hair, but his hands were restrained and he almost lost it.

The feeling was indescribable. He whined.

“Love to hear your cute little sounds, Puppy. So adorable.”

You spit on his cock and took him in your mouth again, pulling suction on his member and pushing him down your throat to make him dangerously close. Then you stopped.

Bucky’s whines and sounds were getting to you. You needed to get off again.

You peeled off your garment and lay down in front of him.

“I’m going to get off Puppy. You watch and you better not cum. Pay attention.”

Your eyes watched his jumping cock as Bucky’s eyes were plastered to your hands, which pulled at your nipples and circled your clit in tight, insistent, fast circles. You saw his balls draw up and his cock jack higher.

“Careful, Puppy. You don’t want to cum all over me right now. Don’t do it.”

You started inserting your fingers and all of a sudden your back arched and you squeezed your breast and your orgasm began. Unfortunately, so did Bucky’s. 

“Fuuuuccckkkkk!” 

Bucky roared. He had never come so hard before, untouched, and all over everywhere.

“Oh no… Puppy. You didn’t….”

You sounded disappointed as you played in his cum and Bucky pumped more spend on you.

You got up and walked into the adjacent room to take a 5 minute shower to clean up while leaving Bucky restrained.

While apart, both of you contemplated what just happened. You thought of ways to pump the brakes and Bucky was scheming on how to make you his. Both of you knew you were doomed.

You came out in a white robe and your hair tied up. You looked more beautiful than ever, and relaxed. 

You smiled at him as you released him from the restraints and handed him a warm towel.

“Clean up. You are welcome to use my shower. Unfortunately, because you did not follow my instructions, you will need to leave. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Before Bucky could respond, you were gone through another door, leaving Bucky to quickly shower and dress, and make his way down the stairs.

He found himself out on the street, hearing the door latch behind him. He wanted to turn back around and pound on the door for you, but he just texted Robbie.

Halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge, a message appeared on his phone from an unknown number.

Let’s do business, I have some contingencies, but I’ll sign the contract. Call me tomorrow to set up a meeting. – Inanna

Bucky saved the number and smiled.

Sharon texted a moment later.

“Well? Did you get what you wanted, Bucky?”

Bucky ignored the text and asked himself, “Who the hell is Bucky?”

[hopelessromantic423]

Where or When

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky were best friends, until the day you up and left. Over the course of one meal, all is forgiven and new relationships are formed.

Warning: Angst. Some happy ending fluff. Pet name: sweetheart. Two stinky bad words. Love confessions. If there are any flaws, let a girl know.

*Based off the song where or when from the When Harry Met Sally soundtrack*

The clinking of glasses and silverware hitting nice white plates filled the room with generic jazz music covering the majority of the overhead speakers. The light was dim enough to see the table and the person across from you. Crisp white linens brushed against the knees of diners as they talked and ate.

You and Bucky sat at a booth near the corner of the restaurant, just looking at each other not sure who should start talking first. It felt like deja vu. You had sat in this exact seat in the same spot before. You even had on the same black skirt you had worn time and time again and Bucky had his favorite brown boots on because they never left him.

To Bucky, it felt like the first time the two of you were sitting together, though you've sat across from each other hundreds of times. It was strange, yet exciting. The two of you were together. That's what he wanted for the past year, and so did you.

“Um… it’s great to see you. You look absolutely beautiful (Y/N),” Bucky muttered nervously. His eyes were full of care and concern like if he made one bad move you would walk away again.

“Thanks Buck, I really am glad you asked me to dinner.” You fiddled with the napkin in your lap while looking across at him.

You and Bucky were best friends. Keyword were. Once you started dating his childhood best friend Steve, things got weird. You and Bucky still had this amazing chemistry but jealousy ruined every inch of it. You realized after a few months, you weren’t in love with Steve at all. You were just finding the closest version to Bucky Barnes you could reach. By the time your realization came to fruition, Bucky was deeply in love with Sharon Carter, at least that’s what it looked like.

“So, what’s living in Manhattan like?”

You sighed thinking of how lonely your new apartment was. The air wasn’t as crisp as you would hope and the colors of the wall were dull, no matter how many photos and art you hung up. It was like the color was completely missing from your life.

“It’s nice,” you lied right out of your ass. You knew Bucky could tell. “The neighborhoods are trendy and my apartment is only a few blocks from my office. It’s.. quiet.”

You took a sip of your drink as you watched Bucky’s thoughts wind in his brain. That’s one thing you love about him, his facial expressions can tell you a lot about his thoughts.

“Are you still at the compound?” The bustling noises from the restaurant had now quieted down, making conversation much more awkward.

“No,” Bucky shook his head, more relieved you picked up the conversation. “I’m in a small apartment in Brooklyn. It’s nice, I feel like a real citizen,” he chuckled. The little lines that formed at the outer rims of his eyes showed as he smiled, highlighting his deep blue eyes the way you pictured them in your mind for the last year.

“The team misses you every day. Well, I miss you most of all,” Bucky tried to cover up his confession, looking at you timidly. “Steve can’t seem to work the comms system as much as you could,” he muttered with a soft smile.

“James, you know I can’t go back there.”

“But you can,” Bucky contradicted in a breathy tone, his hands resting on the table towards you. “Stark said he’d give nothing to have you back.”

“Is this really about the team wanting me back, or is this about us?” Your tone was sharp but there was a tinge of sadness in your words. You bit on your bottom lip trying to gather your emotions while carefully watching the man you missed so much across from you.

Bucky took a second to himself, pulling his hands into his lap. The little line you always found intriguing formed in between his eyebrows as he found the words to say.

“Why did you leave?” Bucky’s voice was soft as he spoke, timid hoping he didn’t just ruin everything.

“I couldn’t watch you love someone that wasn’t me. You looked happy Buck, so damn happy. I couldn’t ruin anything.”

“You didn’t have to leave without saying goodbye?!” Bucky’s gloved hand was balled into a fist as it sat on the table. His voice was full of hurt and desperation was clear in his eyes. He let out a shaky breath while averting his eyes.

“I couldn’t have left if I did,” you squeaked, trying your best to hold down the tears rising in your system.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I met you (Y/N). That’s why I didn’t kiss you that night at New Year's or how I told Steve he could take you on a date because I didn’t want to lose you. I love you so much it hurts.”

You had always hoped Bucky loved you like that. You dreamed of it during the day and at night when you fell asleep. You had been making up this exact scenario in your brain for a whole year, why now are you so shocked all you could do was sit there with a slack jaw?

“I have to go,” you mumbled staring at Bucky in pure shock while grabbing your bag and eyeing the exit door of the restaurant. You did what you did best which is to run in hard scenarios.

It was pouring rain as you stepped outside, trying to catch your breath as tears streaked down your cheeks. You didn’t know what to do. How could you have let something so good out of your life? How could someone still love you even after you abandoned them? Maybe you weren’t riddled with shock but with guilt.

"I wish you had stayed," Bucky yelled in a last-ditch effort. His short brunette hair flattened by the second as more rain drenched him.

"I wish I had too," you called back, the rain now completely soaking every inch of your hair and clothing. Your tears mixed right in with the freshwater.

Bucky met you where you were, wrapping you in his arms as you cried. “It’s okay (Y/N),” he whispered into your hair, simultaneously placing kisses on the top of your head. Finally, you peered up at the man you’ve loved since you met him with a timid smile.

“Please sweetheart, just come back,” he said sweetly while placing a hand on your cheek. “You can stay with me in Brooklyn, we’ll get that cat you always dreamed about.”

“We can be happy (Y/N). For once, let yourself be happy.”

Ironic that Bucky Barnes was telling you to be happy. He deserved every inch of happiness the world could give him. The both of you could be happy, really happy.

“I love you too James,” you blurted over the pouring rain. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh as you realized your situation. Love confession in the rain, it was right out of one of the romance movies you forced him to watch at your apartment every month.

Your lips met like two puzzle pieces fitting together. His strong arms pulled you flush to him as he deepened the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. It was everything you dreamed of and more. You and Bucky were finally going to be happy.

You pulled away abruptly which took Bucky out of his trance and into a confused expression.“Did you ever pay the bill?”

“That can wait sweetheart, I want to enjoy this a little while longer,” Bucky chuckled pulling you back into a kiss.

[avengerscompound]

The Recruit - 30. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2656

Warnings: smut (MMFF bisexual threesome.  Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, overstimulation)

Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

30. You

There was a heavy and rapid thud in your ears as you made your way down the hall to Steve’s apartment.  Each step you took was nervous and light, like you were tiptoeing down there, terrified you were going to get caught.  There was no rational reason to think you were doing anything wrong.  Steve was your boyfriend and it had been agreed upon that you would go see him this morning.  It was just, with the pressure of having to be the one that spoke to Steve about getting an MRI was starting to stress you out.

There wasn’t even a discernible reason why you were so nervous to do it.  It wasn’t like you were going in there to attack him and you’d been there when he’d completely lost control.  You weren’t telling him he couldn’t work.  You were just worried about him.  Even though you hadn’t known Steve at all before his kidnapping, you knew even a couple of months ago this would have been no big deal.  Maybe he would have tried to reassure everyone that he was fine, but he wouldn’t get upset about it.

Now?  Who could say?  His mood was volatile and he’d shown that that temper could translate into violence.  You were sure he wouldn’t be violent to any of you, but that didn’t mean he would take it well.

You reached the door and took a breath before knocking.

It took a moment before the door was pulled open, and rather than Steve, you came face to face with Sharon.  She was still in her nightgown, a short satin number in pale gray with cherry blossom branches printed on it, and a white satin robe that was hanging open.

“Hey, babe,” she said and kissed your cheek, opening the door to let you in.  “You’re up and around early.”

“I wanted to catch Steve before he went for a run,” you said.

She laughed,  “You would normally have had to get up a lot earlier to do that,” she said. “That man is pathological.  He’s usually out there before the sun. But, we managed to convince him to stay in today.  You know -” she lowered her voice to a near whisper - “after what happened.  Is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” you said as she closed the door behind you.

She took your hand and looked into your eyes. “How are you doing?”

You shrugged.  “I’m okay.  It was pretty scary seeing him like that, but I’m used to combat.  I’m just worried about Steve.”

“I think we all are,” she whispered.  She shook herself off and gestured down to the bedroom.  “We haven’t gotten up yet, so he’s down there.  We were just thinking about ordering breakfast.”

She led you down to the bedroom.  The door was ajar and both Steve and Bucky were lying in the king-sized bed.  The blankets were a complete mess, most of them hanging on the floor, and the very corner was hanging off Bucky’s ankle.  Bucky was laying on his stomach with his arm draped over Steve’s thighs and his head on his stomach, while Steve sat up against the bed head, his fingers moving back and forth through Bucky’s hair.  The sight of them both was both a relief and a turn-on.

Steve smiled when you entered.  It was a hungry smile like your presence had unlocked a whole door of sexual potential for him.  “Hey, sweetheart,” he said.  “What are you doing here?”

Bucky raised his head to look at you.  “Hey, darlin’,” he said, his smile much softer and more welcoming.

“It’s Sunday,” you said.  “I thought I’d come and hang out.”

Steve raised an eyebrow as he looked you over.  “You’re wearing way too much clothing to hang out where we are,” he said.

You laughed and shook your head.  This might get Steve into a better mood, but you didn’t want to comply straight away.  “Oh really?” you said.  “This has a maximum clothing limit?”

“Mm-hmm,” Steve said. “That number is none.”

“But Sharon has clothes on,” you argued.

“She needs to take them off too,” Steve said.  “Maybe the two of you can help each other out.”

You turned and looked at Sharon, she was wearing the same bemused expression you were and the two of you burst into laughter.  Sharon looked back over at Steve.  “If you want us to put on a strip show for you, you could at least ask nicely,” Sharon said.

Steve looked her up and down, his tongue grazing over his bottom lip.  It looked like he was weighing up all his options right now.  Sharon folded her arms and raised her eyebrow at him.  Bucky rolled and looked up at you both with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. “Please.  I wanna see you do a strip show.”

You and Sharon stifled laughter again.  She looked over at you, her eyebrow still raised quizzically.  You shrugged.  “I’m okay with it.”

“Who can say no to that face,” she agreed.  “FRIDAY, a little music please.”

‘Slow Like Honey’ by Fiona Apple started up. The slow jazz piano started up and you and Sharon began to dance.  It was an interesting choice, slow and sensual, but better suited to a romantic slow dance than a strip tease.

You and Sharon turned to face each other, you were so close, that you could feel the heat of her body radiating off her.  The two of you began to move together, slowly swaying your hips so you were mirroring each other.  You rested your forehead against hers and slid your hands around her waist, pushing the robe back.

Sharon’s hands moved up under your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your skin to Bucky and Steve.  Your hands moved to her shoulders and you began to slide her robe off, never breaking the kiss.  It was slow and deep, matching the rhythm of the music.  You lost yourself in it, Steve and Bucky may as well not have been there at all as Sharon’s hands moved up, bunching your shirt up with it.

You broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt up over your head and immediately you were kissing again as the fabric fluttered to the floor.  Each swivel of your hips, each touch, each fast of her skin, added to the feeling that this was just the two of you locked in a sensual dance and not a show.

Your bra was the next to go, slithering off your arms and onto the floor.  You moved to her nightgown next, sliding your hands over the slippery surface of the fabric before you pushed the straps down, your palms ghosting down her arms in their wake.  She rolled her hips slowly as the fabric caught and it slipped free and fell to the ground around her feet.

Sharon stepped out of the pool of clothing around her feet and danced around you, her hands ghosting over your skin as she moved in behind you, pressing her body against yours.  Her breath was hot against your neck and you leaned your head back and ran your hands down your body, sliding them down to your pants.  You unfastened the fly and Sharon slowly pushed them and your panties down as you swayed your hips from side to side.

Steve and Bucky were watching on completely wrapped in the performance.  They were both sitting up, leaning forward slightly, their hands wrapped around their cocks and pumping them slowly.  Steve’s eyes were so blown out with lust they almost looked pitch black.  Bucky moved forward and offered you his hand.  “Come here,” he said.

You took his hand, and let him pull you away from Sharon and into his lap.  You straddled him and pushed your hands into his hair as he pulled you down into a passionate kiss.  As the two of you kissed, Sharon crawled up the bed to Steve.

You positioned yourself on Bucky’s lap so his cock sat snug between the lips of your pussy and you started to grind on his shaft the way you might if you were riding your vibrator.  You moaned as your slick coated his cock. You were already worked up from the strip teased, you were already soaking, so each roll of your hips was sending shivers running right through you.  The head of his cock was rubbing on your clit just right and you jerked your hips quickly trying to bring yourself right to the edge.

Beside you, Steve had pushed Sharon onto her back and was fucking her roughly with two fingers as he held her hands pinned over her head.  She moaned and writhed under him and you wondered if she was going to reach her first orgasm before anyone else was even close. 

Bucky flipped you over suddenly, so you were on your back and he was on top of you.  He looked down into your eyes with a smile. “God, I want to be inside you so bad,” he said as he continued to rub his cock against your pussy.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked.

He kissed you passionately and pulled your legs up so they were pressed against his sides.  When he broke the kiss he got up on his knees, put your legs on his shoulders, and thrust hard into you.

You cried out and arched your back, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into you.  “Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned.  “You’re so big.”

“Mmm… but look at you, you take it so well,” he praised.

Steve picked up Sharon and put her on all fours so she was over your face.  He got on his knees behind her and you watched as his cock shoved deep into her.  Sharon cried out and braced her hands on the blankets by your head as Steve started thrusting into her at an almost brutal pace.  You leaned up and began to suckle on her clit and she let out such a loud moan, that it drowned out almost every other sound in the room.

Bucky grabbed your hips and dragged you around so you were in line with Sharon.  It seemed to take her a moment to realize what had happened, but when it seemed to click into place she braced her hand on your thigh and dropped her head down and started licking at your clit.

The world outside completely disappeared.  Any concerns or worries you might have had about fitting in, juggling your relationship with work, coming out, or Steve were pushed out of your head and you were reduced down to this pinprick of a moment where pleasure swirled through you, overwhelming all your senses.

The room echoed with the sounds of body slapping against body, moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure.  The scent of Sharon’s arousal filled your nose as your tongue was coated with her slick with each lap of your tongue.  You were transfixed at the sight of Steve’s cock stretching Sharon out above you as he pounded into you.  Yet even as all those senses were being battered they were completely dwarfed by the feeling of Sharon’s lips tugging on your clit as Bucky plunged his cock into again and again.

You were sent hurtling to the precipice of your orgasm and sent careening over just as fast, your whole body stiffening under Sharon as it tore through you.  It left you dazed for a moment, just staring ahead blankly as Bucky used you and you watched the mirrored movement of Steve’s cock slamming into Sharon above your face.  As soon as you leaned up and pulled her clit back into your mouth, Sharon’s orgasm hit too.  Your face was showered in her slick as Steve shoved in deep, sending droplets out in a fine spray.  Sharon cried out loudly and her fingers dug into your thigh.

Neither Steve nor Bucky were even close to being done with either of you.  They both began to fuck you harder, the sounds now becoming wetter and sharper as they thrust their hips.  You and Sharon came again and again until you weren’t sure where one orgasm ended and the next began.  You and Sharon both stopped even being able to use your mouths on each other.  You fell back, your eyes rolling back into your head as Sharon let her head rest on your thigh.  Each time you or Sharon came, Bucky and Steve picked up the pace so they were just railing into you both, sending jolt after jolt spiking through your bodies.

All sense of time had been lost on you and you just started to beg, chanting the word ‘please,’ over and over.

Bucky’s orgasm hit first, he thrust hard into you, grinding his hips as he released inside of you.  You were so swollen and sensitive that you could feel each pulse of his cock as he filled you.

Steve wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out of Sharon, sending another spray of her juices over your face, and with three pumps of his cock he released, thick ropes of come splattering on Sharon’s pussy, and your face and breasts.

“Fuck…” he groaned and flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily.  Bucky helped you and Sharon move before he lay down himself and the four of you just lay there panting, completely and utterly fucked out.

You weren’t sure how long the four of you just lay there riding out your respective orgasm highs, but it was Bucky that got up first.  He went to the bathroom and returned with a couple of damp washcloths, and began to clean both you and Sharon up.  Steve grabbed his phone from the nightstand and looked at the three of you.  “Breakfast?” he asked.

When the food had arrived and the four of you were set up, using Steve’s bed as if it was a picnic rug, you decided to broach the topic of Steve having an MRI and CT scan.

“Steve, about what happened on the mission…” you said.

Steve sighed and picked up his coffee. “I know… I wasn’t myself.  I’m working on it.” 

“Well,” you said, trying to keep your tone gentle.  “About that part.  Maybe you should get a scan.  You know, an MRI or a CT, or both?  You said that they did something to you.  Maybe it’ll show up.”

“I’m sure it’s just trauma,” he said.  “I’m seeing the therapist.”

Sharon sat up and put her hand on his arm and seemed to be very careful about each word she chose. “You did say they did something to you,” she said.  “That they put something into your eye.  An MRI couldn’t hurt.  Maybe you should have one to rule it out.”

His brows knitted together and his jaw clenched tight, twitching at the corner.  “Have you all been plotting this behind my back?  I must be really bad, huh?  I can’t even deal with my trauma the way I want.”

“It hasn’t been like that,” Bucky said.  “We haven’t been planning anything.  But we are all worried about you.  This is a good idea. In the worst-case scenario, they find nothing and you just have to sit in a tube for a bit.  I used to be in tubes all the time.  Best case and they do find something and we do something about it.”

Steve huffed out through his nose.  “Fine,” he said. “Tomorrow.  Is that okay with all of you?  That I just have one day without people poking and prodding at me?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Sharon said.  “I’ll let the medbay know what’s going on.”

Everyone fell silent for a little while before returning to eating and chatting like nothing had happened.  It was clear that Steve was still angry about the idea, and you hoped that he’d actually go.

// NEXT

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Silhouettes In The Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, smidge of angst(nothing major), feels, sm/ut, dirt y-talk, or/al f receiving

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Fifteen || Epilogue (TBA)

HEADLINES:

Who Was The Best Dressed At The Starlit Premiere of Steve Rogers’ Ghosted? Take A Look At Our List.

Are Y/N-James Red Carpet Official? Maybe Not! Bucky Barnes Walks Friend’s Premiere Carpet Solo.

Fans Have Gone Into A Meltdown, Bucky Barnes and Loki Laufeyson Are Just The Tip Of The Cameo Iceberg In Ghosted

Dolores Launches Podcast After Win Against Alexander Pierce, ‘Raise Your Voice’ Ratings Through The Roof As Panellists Range From Big Names Of Hollywood To People Needing A Platform To Raise Their Voice.

Sharon Carter Issues Public Apology To Atone For Her Scathing Comments And Support Of Horrible Hollywood Executive. 

Ace and Loki No Longer Together, Old Pictures Of The Couple Resurface As Fans Are Not So Shocked At The Pair Calling It Quits.

Author Y/N Y/L/N’s Fans Left In A Lurch Over ITIMYIMDO Movie, Is It Happening Or Not? 

Here Is What Director Natasha Romanoff Said Six Months Since The Project Has Shut Down In A Recent Podcast Hosted By Dolores.

You had noticed a change in Bucky. It wasn’t a bad change just it left you confused but he distracted you enough that you would forget about it. Now, however, as you watch his cameo in Ghosted; a sort of olive branch extended towards your boyfriend and Loki by Steve.

Bucky’s hand on your thigh and the smirk on his face illuminated by the movie playing on the screen affirm your suspicions. He meets your gaze, raising a brow when you narrow your eyes at him.

“Don’t act coy.” You warn him, he feigns innocence yet again. The man shrugs then gazes back as he squeezes your thigh.

“Bucky.” Your palm covers his larger one.

He ignores you, watching his scene play out.

You lean in closer, “Or should I say, ‘God’?” 

His sharp inhale has you smirk, “Is this why you always got even more cocky when I moaned ‘oh God’? Did you pretend I was calling for you? Praying to my God?” You tug on his earlobe.

“Feather.” He warns as you trail your fingers along his inner thigh, you trace them back to his knee. 

“Yes, God?” 

“Feather, I will not hesitate to fuck you right here in this corner.” He uses a warning tone.

“Is that a promise?” You tease, you watch him meet your challenging gaze.

You watch as he slides down, kneeling, spreading your thighs apart. You scramble to shut them. He wouldn’t allow it.

“Bucky!” Your hissed whisper turns into a whimper as he cups your mound, the slit of your dress giving him access.

“Shh, Feather. We won’t get caught, that is if you pray to your God.” He whispers then kisses your knee before parting your legs, eyes moving between your cunt and you, a pleased expression on his face illuminated by the screen. 

You look around the corner, seats were in the last row, no one was along your row. It was perfectly private. You feel his warm breath against your already dripping folds. Warmth but the fear of being caught also coils in your stomach.

Bucky cups your chin making you look at him, brow raised in question.

“Have you seen yourself tonight?” You reason, he chuckles, returning and placing a kiss to your clit. You bite down on your lip. Hand gripping his hair and the handle of your seat.

Bucky moans at your taste on his tongue, lapping at every drop. The way your thighs squeezed his head only urged him onward. Fuck, you taste divine.  He hadn’t expected himself to enjoy the moment you had uttered the three words when he was between your thighs right after shooting his cameo. 

The whimpered and greedy ‘Oh God yes,’ at first it was something he found amusing that it turned him on so deeply. Slowly he found himself priding in you calling out to one of the names he was given. 

Raising his right hand to your bitten lips, he watches you whine low, noticing the same ring he wears on screen, your lips part like his good girl. Your mouth is warm, wet and so greedy as you coat his fingers. 

His fingers slowly sink into your needy cunt, clenching around his dexterous fingers. Bucky teases you, moving slowly. Nipping at your folds when you tug at his hair demanding for more.

He toys with you, bringing you close to your edge and then distracting you with soft kisses and the feeling of his beard rubbing along your thighs.

“Please,” Your whisper is sounding fucked out when all he’s done is tease you. 

“Please what, Angel?” He smirks when you clench around him yet again, “You like that name?”

“Please, James–,”

“Not what I want to hear tonight, Y/N.” He pinches your clit.

How no one has heard the two of you baffles you, but the way you feel full yet empty and so needy it takes a back pedal.

“Please, my God, please.” Your mouth parts as his fingers pick up pace, “Sing for your God, Angel.” Metal fingers move past your lips, you moan around them as the sounds of explosions fill the theatre. 

Your arousal floods his mouth, Bucky moans more, savouring every last drop. Licking you clean, he then sits back in his seat, licking the remnants of you off of his fingers. 

“You’re a menace.” You whisper, holding your hand out for your panties. 

“Oh you will get those back after round two in the car or bathroom whichever we make it to, first or maybe we stay back here.” He promises, palm wrapping around your neck and he brings you closer for a deep kiss.

Boneless is how you feel when you fall against him.

“God, Bucky,” You mewl against his shoulder as the coarse hairs graze your clit.

The deep groan against your sternum has you jolt in Bucky’s arms. Aftershocks thrum through you. The entire evening spent falling apart for each other.

His palms squeeze your hips before they trace up your back, cobalt eyes trace your flushed face. Gaze travelling along your kiss bitten skin to where you sheath him.

Bucky moans yet again at the mess coating the two of you. 

“Feather, you’re beautiful.” He cups your cheeks, you laugh still out of breath in the slightest. 

Bucky smiles at the sound he causes, your nose brushes against his when you move to kiss him. 

Sparks bloom in your chest, your heart surging at the man who harbours it within his hands is yours, that he loves you back, and is everything you hoped for and more. Your hands move over his chest, left hand tracing over the scars of his shoulder not shying away, not retracting your touch but loving every inch of him.

Bucky runs his fingers over your hair, drawing you closer. Fingertips move along your back and arm, thumb tracing over your quill tattoo. He sighs in content, the woman he loves in his arms. 

A rumbling sound has the two of you pause. Bucky laughs, cheeks turning red as his hunger manifests.

“Cmon I think we left the take out on the kitchen island.” You move to get off of him, Bucky spins your world around. You’re laying on your back staring up at him. Mirth decorates his features.

“James.” You’re about to chastise him, but he cuts you off by kissing your forehead, then your temple, cheeks, your chin and then nose.

“You make me very, very happy, Feather.” Bucky declares, kissing your lips again to seal his words.

“I love you.” Is all your tightening throat allows you to say, “I love you so much, James.” you cup his face between your palms. 

“You’ve made me feel happiness that I never thought I could feel again.” He says, eyes forming tears.

“You’ve made me feel happiness that I only thought existed in the fictional worlds I create. You, Bucky Barnes deserve every bit of happiness to be yours always.” You wipe the tear from his cheek.

“It’s with you.” He leans into your touch, forehead touching yours.

“By your side.” You promise him.

Bucky’s lips find yours again, moulding you against every inch of him, needing you close. 

“You know, I admire how you stood up against a bully like that pathetic low life.” 

You look up from your laptop to the person speaking. The coffee shop was supposed to be secluded. The person wears a uniform, name tag reading their designation of barista, name Nandini.

“It wasn’t me alone.” Your statement is true, you weren’t alone, several before you, several after you and several kept safe now.

“True, but if you didn’t agree to stand up it would be one less person, maybe one less testimony would make the difference. I know it’s been seven months now. I um, didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories. I actually… I used to read avidly, but I well life caught up,” They look down and you notice a worn copy of the book that led to your journey as an author.

“I know how that feels.” You add with a gentle smile, “Would you like me to sign it?” 

“If you don’t mind, I, there is a lot in this book that I connected with, my boyfriend he stays continents away. Sometimes I felt you were writing about us. You wrote about the struggles, not just the happy stuff.” She chuckles handing you her book.

You open the title page, writing her name and a short message and handing it back. Nandini smiles looking at the message.

‘Dear Nandini,

Rhys and Doll combated the distance, so can you and your love. 

Sometimes life gets hard but it gets better, I promise you that much. 

Thank you for reading my words, thank you for giving this book your love. Most of all, thank you for your kind words.

Love,

Y/N.’ 

“Thank you.” She says walking away.

Your phone rings just as you pack up your things an hour later. 

Natasha’s contact displays, you answer, “Hey–,”

“How soon can you get to BW?” She cuts you off.

“Um, Is everything okay? I can be there in twenty minutes…” You look down at your watch.

“Okay, see you!” The line cuts off, you stare at the device.

Bucky was still filming for a movie in Philadelphia. You text him about your plans. Sam replies from his phone saying the shot is ongoing but he would let him know.

When you head into BW it’s all bustling, the aftermath of SHIELD turning into HYDRA then its conversion into Hill Productions when Maria took over had opened up space at BW to seize the opportunity. Over the course of the past seven months several changes had occurred, right from the management changes at the production house to the freedom finally handed over to Steve and Bucky. 

The money they had been paying over years to get out was reimbursed to them, statements issued by the executives taking responsibility for exploiting them and taking accountability while easily blaming Alexander so they would not be penalised worse than him. 

Yelena waves you over to the conference room while attending a call, the room is dark and she urges you to sit on the chair and the flat screen TV illuminates, music plays and then you watch as Bucky’s scenes for your book adaptation play. 

Watching him as Rhys never failed to enrapture you, his scenes with Loki move you and then you notice it’s the first video-call scene with Doll. You frown, noticing it has footage of you. 

From the practice scenes because Dolores was not one bit professional. The video continues, with scenes with Ace, Loki and Steve as well. Even the video call with Tony Stark is edited to show one interaction between Doll and himself.

The video ends and the lights turn on, you turn to face Natasha, Maria, Nick, Yelena, Loki and Steve. Bucky and Sam’s faces are on an iPad via a video call you stare at them all blankly.

“So?” Nat grins at you hopefully.

“So?” You counter, looking at the blank screen and then back at her.

“What do you think?”  Steve asks, you shrug.

“I’m confused, are we going to commence shooting again? Or are we releasing this for the fans?” your response has everyone facepalm.

Nick Fury stares at you, “We want you to play Doll.”

There is a beat of silence broken by your nervous laugh. They cannot be serious.

“I’m not an actress.” You reason at the absurdity.

“Y/N, you’re the perfect Doll.” Natasha adds, “This is what you all were supposed to see at the meeting.”

“Nat, you have to be joking–,”

“She isn’t, you’re perfect, Feather. Longer footage was shown to a test audience and they loved you.” Bucky adds, you stare at him.

“Bucky, I, this is, there are scenes that are harder than these…” You point to the TV.

“We even showed test audience footage of these same scenes with Dolores. They thought you had better chemistry and timing with all members of the cast. This wasn’t even when Bucky and you were actively together.” Natasha adds on.

“We believe you can master those with an acting coach.” Yelena offers, you stare at her.

“I’m… I’m just a writer.” You stare at your hands.

“Nat, play the first meet scene.” Bucky requests and watches as you look up at the screen.

This was your favourite scene to write, them finally meeting, you watch as Bucky and you click within the roles. It's not you and Bucky on screen, no. It’s Rhys and Doll, showing their love story to those who want to watch, bringing their love alive for the world to see.

“You see what I mean?” Bucky’s voice is what you latch onto, you nod.

“What about the other… well scenes…” Your eyes move to Steve and back to Bucky.

“Intimacy coaches and we can always fade to black on the sex scenes.” Natasha assures you, “Look we’ll make this as PG-13, we just want you on board. This is your story to write and show. The writers are willing to rewrite. It will take a while but we can recommence shooting. Of course the entirety would have to be done again since this is tainted production house footage.” 

“What if I say no?” You ask, Nat’s smile falters but she keeps a smaller one in place.

“Well then we would start to search for an actress to play Doll to her authentic description as the author wrote.” She smiles, “It’s no pressure at all.” 

“Are you sure?” You look at the established actors in the room and then at Nat and then the producers. 

Finally you look at Yelena.

“I think you can do this, plus after the awful reviews we need people to forget you’re an author before reminding them with your next release.” She winks at you, the joke of finding another job was long running since the plan was set in motion to tank the ratings of your previous release.

“Alright, but this is the only movie I will ever act in, understood?” You warn everyone as a cheer breaks through.

“That's my girl.” Bucky cheers, sending a flying kiss your way.

Over A Year Later.

“Alright people, places, good, good.” Natasha calls out, watching the monitors, she gives you an encouraging smile and takes a deep breath, “Lights, Camera, Action!”

Palms sweaty, you watch as Dolores stalks closer to Bucky. Kate watches along as the entire scene plays out. 

Expletives dripping from her vocabulary and Loki apologising profusely. Bucky pushes Dolores away and notices the video call. 

You cut the call, not wanting to deal with the ordeal. Pushing your ringing phone aside the blue eyed man’s picture turned down and curling up against your pillow, tears brimming over. 

You push away Kate’s soothing hand. 

“Cut!” Natasha yells, “Well done everyone, I think we have it, so this brings all distant scenes to an end. We can pack up for the day.”

She praises giving thanks to everyone. 

You wipe your tears. Sniffling as Bucky comes onto set to hand you the box of tissues. 

You look up to him for notes, he’d been your acting tutor over the past year along with other professional coaches. Although Loki had been the one to teach you how to cry on cue. 

“Perfect.” He wipes an escaping tear, Kate coos at the two of you. 

“You guys are so cute.” She beams, “Just who I pictured Rhys and Doll to be, dreams do come true.” 

“Several of your dreams are coming true, Kate Bishop.” Yelena’s voice smoothes over, a knowing smile on her face as Kate and her exchange glances.

“Yelena,” Kate nods, swallowing and tucking her fringe behind her ear.

“Kate,” Yelena sends a smirk her way.

You look up at Bucky, he nods, reading your mind about the two of them. He was glad Kate had been hired to play Doll’s best friend replacing Ace. They were approached to play the role but backed out after apologising. Projects weren’t scarce for them. Easily finding work on the enemies to lovers book turned into a mini series penned by you.

Kate walks off set, her shoulder brushing against Yelena’s making the latter grin sweetly. You coo at her and she glares at you. Bucky laughs heartily. 

“I came to check in, tomorrow are intimate scenes with Steve.” She reminds you and you nod.

“We have rehearsal scheduled this afternoon with the intimacy coordinator, closed set.” You find Bucky’s hand and he kisses your palm.

“You’re going to be okay, it’s been switched around so no nudity for anyone.” He explains, it was a part of his new contracts now, he wouldn’t be doing heavy loaded sex scenes in any of his remaining projects. 

“You’re going to be there right?” You ask yet again.

“As long as you want me to be there, Feather. Plus if you get done with Steve earlier we can practise.” Bucky wiggles his brows, you giggle.

“Practise our scenes or practise–,”

“You know what I want to practise.” He huffs, cheeks slightly red.

“You’re still scandalised!” It amuses you, you didn’t think the scene you had come up with was that spicy in nature.

“Feather, I did not expect that to come out of your mind.” He blinks then shakes his head in disbelief.

“May I add something to your thoughts of that scene?” You ask, with the way he licks his lips you know he’s thinking of it.

“You inspired the dirty talk oh and that thing with the choking and then him fucking into her even when she’s all worn out by him, asking for one more, I know you got one more in you baby. Then when she says, ‘Do you have one more in you? Want to fill me up to the brim? Till you make a mess of my pretty thighs?’ You’re the muse baby–,”

“Fuck.” He groans, “Don’t,” 

“Why not?” You say teasingly, leading him to his trailer. 

“Because you aren’t leaving my bed. For however long it takes,” Bucky has you trapped between the door of his trailer and his strong chest.

Towering over you, you watch as his darkened gaze drinks you in, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. 

“How many did she give him?” His knuckles trace from your cheekbone to throat.

“F-Four,” You stutter as he leans in closer. 

Bucky smirks, watching the way you respond to him, “I think you have six for me, Feather.” 

You mould against him as his lips touch yours, arms pulling you close. 

“You are sure you’re comfortable?” Steve questions. It is a flashback scene between his character and yours; making out that would end with Steve’s shirt on the floor and the screen fading away. 

You look from the couch where the scene would take place to Steve and nod. Then gulp. Nerves getting to you. 

“Hey, look at me,” Steve walks over to you, “You can do this okay? We practised the kiss, it doesn’t look awkward anymore. You’ve been training for this, if you want we can have Bucky to this scene and CGI–,”

“We don’t have the budget for CGI.” You shake your head amused.

“I’ll get on board as a producer.” He winks grinning as you laugh.

“Places!” Natasha calls out.

Your eyes move to Bucky, he raises his thumbs to cheer you on. 

“You okay? Need more time?” Steve enquiers.

“No I’m okay, let’s get this done.” You square your shoulders, taking a deep breath.

Steve and you are positioned outside the door in front of the camera. Wanda would be following in as the scene was more raw and frantic. The shot was to represent the first love and betrayal doll experienced. 

Flowing from the couch makeout to the hotel scene where she catches Steve on a date with another woman. 

“Lights! Camera! Action!” 

HEADLINES:

Almost Two Years Later I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once Is About To Hit Theatres Here Is Everything You Need To Know About The Filming Of The Movie

Stars Who Were Almost Offered Roles In Author Y/N’s ITIMYIMDO

Some Fans Not Pleased About Author Turning Into Actress, See The Posts Here

Bucky Barnes Announces Break From The Silver Screen, Will Return To Promote Slated To Release Movies

Steve Rogers Back At The Writer’s Desk! See Snippet Of Murder Mystery He Is Said To Co-Author With Y/N

Bucky Barnes Shares Pictures Of Y/N On His Instagram And Look At The Sweet Puppies They Have Adopted

Powerhouse Duo Kate Bishop and Yelena Belova Share Snaps From Their Wedding! Steve Rogers Attends With Mystery Date 

Loki Laufeyson Spotted Out Celebrating Latest TV Show Success. Awards Line Up On His Mantle At The Emmys. Friends Join The Actor In This Happy Moment

A.N.: thank you to everyone reading till now we just have the epilogue to go!

Taglist: @stevesmewmew @elle14-blog1 @crazyunsexycool@sebsgirl71479 @pandaxnienke @slutforsexyseabass@eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @pandaxnienke @vampire7595 @buckyinluv @almostcontentcreator @calwitch

[literaryavenger]

I love you and I hate it

Summary: Bucky's your best friend, but you're in love with him. Now that he has a girlfriend, will you be able to get a handle on your feelings?

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Bucky being a bit of an ass. Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: this is a two part because otherwise it was too long. Hope you like it! also, it's 4:30am and I can't help myself lol.

Masterlist

Loving your best friend is not something anyone ever plans.

Getting those kinds of feelings for the person closest to you changes the way you look at them, the way you interact and essentially your relationship with them, making everything unnecessarily complicated.

At least that’s how you see it.

You definitely didn't think something like that could ever happen to you. But to be fair, you also never thought Bucky Barnes would ever become your best friend at the compound.

When you first arrived as the newest avengers recruit the brooding supersoldier was not your biggest fan. Things didn’t start on the best note for you two.

- 2 years ago -

Steve was showing you around the compound and introducing you to people and team members as you met them. You arrived at the common room where Bucky and Sam were watching Tv.

"Hey guys. This is Y/N, the new recruit I told you about," Steve introduced you "this is Sam." he said to you as Sam got up from the couch putting out his hand.

"Nice to meet you." he said.

"You too," you said, shaking his hand "it’s so exciting to be here and meet all of you. You are all such remarkable people."

"Oh, complimenting me? I like you already." Sam said chuckling.

"Of course you do." Steve said, rolling his eyes with a smile, then turned to you "and this is Bucky" he said, pointing at the brunette still sitting on the couch.

"Hi Bucky, it’s nice to meet you too." you said, getting closer to him and holding out your hand for him to shake. Bucky, however, just looked at you for a moment before standing up, turning away from you and walking out of the room without saying a word.

"Uh... did I do something wrong?" you asked, very much confused, still looking at the door Bucky just ran out of.

"No, it’s always him." said Sam.

"Sam, don’t." Steve told him, then turned to you again "don’t mind Bucky, he’s not good with new people. It’s nothing personal, he’ll get used to it, don’t worry."

"Right. He’ll get used to me." you said as he gave you an apologetic look "yeah… anyway, let’s finish the tour."

"Sure, bye Sam. See you around, I guess." you told Sam with a smile.

"Yeah, see you guys at dinner." and with that you left to finish the tour of the compound that ultimately ended with your assigned room.

"So this is your room, Natasha has the room on the right and Sam has the one on the left." he pointed at them as he talked and then pointed at the room across from yours "that's Bucky, to his right is Peter and mine is to his left."

"A lot of neighbors, got it."  you said chuckling with Steve.

"Yeah. So I’ll let you get settled and I’ll see you at dinner with the team." he said.

"Yeah, see you later." 

If you were honest with yourself, you were a little disappointed at how meeting Bucky went, you were really looking forward to meeting the super soldier.

While all the other girls were busy crushin on Captain America, you always felt more attracted to Sergeant Barnes.

Something about him just made you curious, and, after all the Winter Soldier stuff came to light, you were one of the few people that saw right away that Bucky was a victim.

You never did understand how people could read all the details of what happened to him and still call him a monster, like it was his fault that he was captured, tortured and made to do things no decent human being would ever do.

In fact, you got in trouble more than one time for fighting when things escalated while you were defending the super soldier from agents that didn’t see it like you.

It’s really a shame that a lot of agents of Shield itself thought so ill of the Sergeant. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you, maybe he thought you were one of them.

You had to make sure he knew you weren’t.

Having made up your mind, you decided there was no better time like the present. You crossed the hall and knocked on his door, and after a few moments he opened.

"I know, Steve, don-" he interrupted himself the second he laid eyes on you.

"Sorry, not Steve. Clearly. I’m sorry to bother you, Sergeant Barnes, I just wanted to let you know that I don’t have anything against you. I know some agents feel like you should be held accountable for the things you were forced to do, and they’re not really afraid to get vocal about it, but I’m not one of them. I don’t think any of it was your fault. It may not matter much to you, after all you don’t seem to like me very much, but it’s important to me that you know this. You’re kind of my  hero." you finished, a little embarrassed at admitting this to his face. He looked at you for a few moments and, just as you thought he was about to slam the door in your face, he grinned.

"I’m your hero, doll?" he asked, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed in a way that made his biceps look huge and a smirk on his face.

After that you and Bucky became quick friends, spending more and more time together. Missions, training, down time, you were practically attached at the hip.

You were always careful not to let any feelings grow other than friendship and, mostly, it was easy.

There were some times where you somehow ended up flirting, but they were fleeting moments that passed as quickly as they came, and you decided, for your own peace of mind, to not overthink them and let it go every time.

Now, back to the present, the reason why you’re lost in your thoughts and feelings for Bucky.

You’re watching from a distance as Bucky smiles and laughs, happier than you’ve ever seen him surrounded by his friends, more relaxed than he’s ever been during a party.

You smile at his happiness, glad that he’s finally comfortable around pretty much everybody, but your face falls pretty fast as you see him wrap his right arm around her.

You’ve known Sharon for a while now, she was one of the agents in the list for the spot in the Avengers before you got it. You always felt like she resented you for it, like she should’ve been the one to get it because she was already close with some of the members of the team.

She was never openly hostile with you, but you did notice her hanging around Bucky more and more in the last few months. You didn’t think anything of it, but you were proved wrong just half an hour ago when Bucky started to introduce her to the avengers she didn’t already know as his girlfriend.

As soon as that word came out of his mouth, so casually you’d think he'd been saying it his whole life,  you felt like you were gonna throw up.

It took all your skills to keep your face as neutral as possible, you felt like Sharon’s eyes were on you the whole time, trying to see every micro expression she could find to know what you were thinking.

But you were probably just imagining that, right?

You excused yourself as soon as you could and went straight to the bar to get the strongest drink Nat could make, which she handed to you with a knowing look while glancing behind you.

You barely had time to think before you felt his hand on your shoulder, feeling his body next to you but you didn't turn to look at him, taking a sip of your drink instead.

"Hey, doll, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Sharon before, it’s still pretty new."

You tried to keep your voice as cheery as you normally would around him. "Why would you? It’s your relationship, why are you apologizing?"

He gave you a weird look you'd never seen before, before saying "Because we’re best friends? We usually tell each other everything… right?" he sounded a bit uncertain.

"Yeah, right, duh." you said, trying to give a genuine laugh "Well, it’s alright anyway, now I know! Stop worrying, just go be with her."

He looked around your face for a few more moments, like he was looking for something, before he said "ok, then." and left.

You managed to keep the smile on your face until you were sure he was gone, but dropped it as soon as you looked back ahead of you.

Taking another sip of your drink and making a face at how much alcohol was actually in it, you looked at Nat and, nodding, you left before she could comment on the scene you’re sure she just watched in its entirety. 

So here you are now, in a corner watching people enjoy themselves, just like you used to do at parties with Bucky by your side, except you’re alone.

You try to look on the bright side, you really are, but you can find none.

You can't talk about it with anyone either since nobody knows about your feelings for the super soldier, except for Natasha who always seems to know everything, but  you aren't too close with her and neither of you ever actually spoke about it out loud.

Not that you would've, you aren't the most outgoing person, usually keeping your feelings and most of your thoughts to yourself, with the exception of Bucky.

With him talking seems like the easiest thing in the world, it doesn't matter about what. He knows almost everything that he could possibly know about you, the only thing that you could never bring yourself to talk about is your feelings for him.

You feel a hand in the low of your back and, just as you're bringing your fist up, you realize it's just Steve. "Easy there, tiger." he chuckled, lowering your arm for you. "You seem a little on edge. Everything okay?"

"Everything’s just fine, Captain. You can salute your way to someone else now." His laugh makes you smile against your will.

"Okay, rookie, you don’t wanna talk about it." you roll your eyes at the old nickname, but he keep going, "you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a party without your moping buddy."

You glance at Bucky, who's busy laughing it up with Clint and Laura, his arm still around Sharon. Your eyes find Steve’s again, and you simply shrug. "We’re allowed to do our own thing, aren’t we?"

"Of course you are... I was just wondering why you weren’t with him, that’s all."

You avoid his eyes while you quietly say, "he already has someone at his side tonight, doesn’t need me there."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" comes a voice from behind you.

Damn. The one moment you weren’t looking at him and he sneaks up on you.

You turn around and see him standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest, Sharon at his side with a smug look on her face that you convince yourself you’re just imagining.

"What’s what supposed to mean?"  You try playing dumb, but you know Bucky can see right through that.

He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly but when you just shrug and give him your best confused look, he sighs and looks at Sharon. "Hey babe, can you get me a scotch from the bar? I’ll meet you there."

You don't know if you're more hurt at him calling her that or relieved at the fact that he didn’t use the nickname that was usually reserved for you.

She just nods and, without taking her eyes off of you, gives him a kiss on the lips. Okay, you definitely didn’t imagine that. As soon as she’s far enough, Bucky turns back to you.

"What’s wrong with you tonight?" He asks sharply.

"Excuse me? Who said there was something wrong with me?" You say defensively.

"Oh come on doll, you’ve been weird ever since Sharon got here. What’s the matter, do you not like her or something?"

You don't know what to say. You certainly aren't about to tell your best friend that the reason you don’t like his new girlfriend is because you have feelings for him. That’s not gonna end well for anybody. So you decide to just keep on denying.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bucky, so why don’t you just go after you little girlfriend and enjoy your night with her."

"That, right there." he points at your face in a very accusatory manner. "What the fuck was that?"

"What was what?" you’re starting to raise your voice a little and swatting at his hand, getting annoyed at him for not letting this go.

"You’re being a jerk about Sharon, what is your problem with her?"

"I don’t have a problem with her!"

"Yes, you do!"

"Why are you trying to make this into a problem?!"

"Because I know you!" At this point you're both yelling.

"Well, clearly, you don’t know me as well as you think you do!" Lie.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?! Just tell me what the hell is your problem!"

"Why do you care so much? Even if I had a problem, it’s my business, it’s not like I’m your girlfriend!" Bucky just looks at you with a face you’d never seen on him before and you can't decipher.

The whole room seems to go quiet as you two just look at each other for a few moments, then Bucky finally speaks.

"You’re right." he says, in a much quieter voice than a second before "you’re not my girlfriend. I just thought you were my friend. Guess I was wrong. I’ll go after my little girlfriend now."

You can't find it in you to say anything and, when you just look at him, he scoffs and turns around to make his way to the bar.

Slowly it feels like everyone else starts to go back to what they were doing before your yelling match stopped the party in its tracks, but you feel like you can't breath, let alone move, as you watch the spot where Bucky was standing just moments ago, tears starting to form in your eyes.

You can’t believe that just happened. Did Bucky really just say you aren’t his friend?

A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you hear Steve saying "are you okay?" from next to you.

In all honesty, you forgot he was even there.

All that comes out of you is a broken sob before you turn around and make a run for the elevator, as fast as you can run in heels and a floor-length cocktail dress.

Steve runs after you, but there are too many people around that slow him down, and by the time he gets to the elevator the doors had just closed.

He waits to see where you would stop, assuming your shared floor but you never know. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and he pushes the button of the elevator, glad that he waited a second more.

When he gets to the roof it's so dark outside that it takes a second before he find you, and once he does he slowly gets close to you.

What he was not expecting was to find you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees and crying.

Steve sits down next to you and puts his arm around your shoulders wordlessly while you cry.

After you calmed down a bit he says "He’s really worried about you, Y/N. If there’s something going on, you should just tell him. He’ll understand…"

You think about it for a few minutes while you find a way to tell Steve what's going on.

"How do you tell someone that the reason you’re sad is because you love them?" you say with tears starting to form again in your eyes.

Steve can only stare at you, at a loss for words. 

You hear something behind you and when you turn you see Bucky’s back, walking towards the elevator.

It doesn’t matter how long he was there for, he obviously heard you.

You look back at Steve that has an apologetic look on his face, confirming your fear. Damn super soldier hearing.

Well, it looks like your friendship with Bucky is officially dead.

Part 2

[ao3feed-sambucky]

I’m Glad I Met You | Bucky Barnes x Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47091550

by allthingsartistic

A new threat arises in the post-Blip era, and you agree to team up with The Falcon on a mission to stop the uprising radicalist group known as The Flag Smashers. Throw The Winter Soldier into the mix and you've got yourself an unlikely trio of agents to take on new public figures, old enemies AND new ones, and the politics of a fractured post-apocalyptic world.

The only thing is, Bucky isn't aware of the connection he has with you from so many years ago. And as one of the very few survivors to ever face Hydra's former assassin, you're not sure if him remembering is the best thing anyway– for a number of reasons. But as you get to know the real Bucky Barnes, and he gets to know you, you both find a myriad of things you didn't even know you were looking for.

✪

Main character does have her own background for the sake of relating to the sensitive material a little better. Part of the point of this fic is to address racial justice issues. It is a female x reader. Otherwise just imagine it's yourself. MC's powers are inspired by Marvel's Cloak & Dagger, The Gifted, and some Lab Rats from Disney. Time is condensed in the times mentioned between CA:TWS and Endgame.

Words: 4200, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Winter Soldier (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Nick Fury

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Captain America Sam Wilson, Reader-Insert, Avenger Reader (Marvel), Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Trailers, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Spoilers

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47091550

[ladyblogger-margie]

Late for Dinner

Pairing: Sharon Carter (MCU) x F!Reader

Summary: After missing another dinner date, Sharon Carter finally admits to you her true profession. 

Warnings: 18+ for smut (lesbian sex,) some angst I guess but happy ending so don’t worry. 

Word Count: 975

Prompt: Turns out, your girlfriend works for the CIA.

a/n: As a bisexual woman I wanted to write some wlw fanfiction, and I finally got the courage to try! Also, I love Sharon Carter. 

MY MASTERLIST

You blew out the candles that had melted down significantly, dripping down the candle holder positioned between two plates of uneaten food and a mostly empty bottle of wine. After which you slumped backward in your chair and crossed your arms, frustrated. You’d been dating Sharon for 6 months, and this is far from the first time she has stood you up. 

Sure she texts you eventually, but she never gives you any warning and it was driving you crazy. How many emergencies could a receptionist at an art gallery really have? When she did show up, you always had a great time and really felt like you were in love with her. But your patience was wearing thin and your heart couldn’t take much more. 

You changed your clothes into something less tantalizing and far more comfortable to nurse the rest of the bottle of wine while you curled up on your couch and turned on your favorite comfort movie. You were still self-soothing when you heard your front door crack open - you never did bother to lock it. 

Sharon called your name and you didn’t answer. 

“Baby?” she called into the silence and you just sighed and finished the last sip of your drink. 

She entered your living room and looked sheepish as she said, “I’m really sorry, there was an -”

You cut her off, “An emergency, right. You’re a receptionist, Sharon.”

Sharon raised an eyebrow and licked her lips, her expression amused. 

“What?” you asked her, “I’m in love with someone who never shows up, and that’s funny to you.”

She blinked rapidly and your face went hot. You knew you were in love with her, but she didn’t - you had never said it out loud before. 

“Are you serious?” she asked. 

You shrugged, figuring you had nothing left to lose, your dignity long gone, “Yes, I love you Sharon.”

She crossed the room quickly and fell between your knees, gripping your hips. 

“I love you too,” she said. 

You huffed and shook your head. 

“I’m serious,” she said, and she looked sincere. 

“Maybe that’s true, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to spend every second of the day with you, but I do expect that someone who loves me actually shows up when they say they will.”

She nodded and you could see your mind spinning behind her eyes. 

“I can’t control my schedule,” she started, interrupted by your scoff, “I’m not a receptionist.”

Turns out, your girlfriend works for the CIA. Apparently it was SHIELD before that, but yes, now she was a CIA operative and not a gallery receptionist at all. 

After she gave you all the details, you sat on the couch, your brain fuzzy from the wine and the information overload. 

“And you love me?” was all you could think to ask. 

She smiled so sweetly at you before she answered, “Yes, with all my heart.”

You pulled her up from between your legs so she was straddling you instead. Then you gripped her tight and kissed her firmly on the mouth. She breathed against your desperate lips as you pulled her in close to you. 

She started to grind her hips against yours as she slipped her tongue into your eager mouth. You gripped her blonde hair at the back of her neck and pulled her lips away from yours. You bit into the soft flesh of her neck, sucking on her pulse point, leaving your mark on your girlfriend. 

She pulled your baggy sweatshirt over your head before you set to work on the buttons of her shirt, pulling it open to reveal the practical bra beneath which you removed next. Topless she ran her tongue over your nipple as you squeezed hers between your fingers. 

Sharon pushed you down to your back on the couch and pulled your sweatpants off your legs, leaving you bare beneath her. You watched as she stripped off her pants too. You marveled at the sight as you always did. Knowing she was in the CIA helped to explain her enthusiasm for the gym. 

Naked, she hovered over you, taking in the sight of you. She ran her fingers down your stomach, leaving goosebumps behind her touch as she travelled between your legs. 

She dropped her head and bit the tender flesh of your inner thigh. You could feel the wetness between your legs as she looked up at you, her mouth still clasped to your skin. 

“Sharon,” your voice trembling and desperate. 

She smirked at you, her confidence rolling off her in waves and it really turned you on. 

Then she ran her tongue between your slick folds and you dropped your head against the couch cushion. She moaned as she tasted you, hot and wet on her tongue. You pushed yourself against her mouth, rocking against her, increasing the friction not even trying to hide your impatience. 

You could feel her self-satisfied grin against your center before she slipped her tongue inside you causing you to gasp out her name. She tongue fucked you until your vision went black and you let out a guttural, gasping moan, unable to breath or see. 

She didn’t bother to wipe her mouth before she kissed your trembling skin up your body landing on your panting mouth. You tasted yourself on her lips and wrapped your legs around her, pulling her close to you, leaving no space between your bodies. 

“Is there any dinner left?” she asked, tucking her head into your neck. 

“You were late, I still think you’ve got lots to do to make up for that,” you said, kissing the top of her head. 

“That’s fair,” she said, pushing up off the couch and pulling you with her. 

“Where are we going?” you asked. 

“Bedroom. You’re right, we’re just getting started,” she said leading you to bed. 

Birthday Challenge Masterlist

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[buckyalpine]

Want You

18+ Minors dni 

Love this. This was literally in the works and then I see this request in the middle of me writing it, chefs kiss.  I love jealously, idk what’s wrong with me but it scratches an itch I cannot describe.

Warnings: FLUFF, pregnancy, Smuuttt (daddy kink, breeding kink,) angst if you squint but honestly not really. 

Word count: 1.6k

The best part is Sharon was so certain Bucky would never chose you. Bucky had a type and it wasn’t you so imagine her surprise when he’s completely smitten by you. And by surprised, I mean complete and utter denial.

She figured it’s just a phase, maybe Bucky is bored, wants to try something new and soon or later, he’ll come to his sense and dump you, it’s just a matter of time.

Except.

The way he is with you is unlike anything else. PDA galore and this is from the man who retches at physical touch.

Bucky’s hands are always on you and the more comfortable het gets, the friskier his touches become. He has you on his lap during movie night, one hand up your shirt, softly stroking your skin. His arms are wrapped around you, cuddling you to his chest like a teddy bear, not giving a shit what movie is on.

All he cares about is cuddling his girl in his arms at all times.

He gets pouty. Sharon nearly loses her shit when she sees how soft he is for you. You can’t even get up and get a drink of water without him trailing behind you or jutting his bottom lip out when you tell him he can stay, you’ll just take a sec.

“But I can come with you”

“Bucky I’m just going to the kitchen”

“I’m coming with you”

His head rests on your shoulder as you make yourself some tea, his eyes closed, arms around you waist, he truly doesn’t ever want to be anywhere else.

And the names. Any girl he’d been with before had only been referred to by name but with you?

“Good morning my baby”

“I missed you babygirl”

“Come cuddle with me bubba”

“How’s my babydoll”

“Where’s my baby” Sharon saw red the day he was going around looking for you, hardly realizing (nor giving a fuck) he didn’t use your name and just went around asking where his baby was. Everyone thought it was the absolute sweetest thing on the planet, love stuck Bucky, happily wandering looking for his babydoll (who was napping in his Henley on his bed). Sharon strongly disagreed.

All hell nearly breaks loose when she comes back from a temporary transfer. She figured Bucky’s infatuation would have died down by now. So imagine her surprise when she sees…

You were fast asleep on the couch, your back flush against his chest. Bucky nuzzled his face into your neck, his hand softly rubbing your little baby bump under your shirt. He couldn’t stop kissing you, giving you gently little kisses, careful not to wake you up while he caressed your tummy, he thought he was in love before but now it was in over drive.

Sharon considered quitting. Because it only gets worse.

You’re almost always in Bucky’s arms. He’s always carrying you. He won’t let your feet touch the ground, not when you’re having his baby. And fuck, he loves talking about it.

“I’m going to be a dad!”

“You think our baby will have super strength?”

“What do you mean I can’t get them a mini knife set”

He’s doting on you constantly, feeding you, rubbing your feet, kissing each of your toes before massaging up your calves. He never lets you shower alone, he’s always there to help you, making sure you don’t slip. He has you lay down on the soft sheets, grabbing your favourite lotion, his hands working in gentle circles, massaging it into your skin. He kisses your stretch marks, taking his time moisturizing your skin, his hands skimming over the little kicks; he loves feeling his little one move inside.

Sharon had a resignation letter ready (thought not submitted) after Bucky took his shirt off at the gym. He’d been shirtless plenty of times so she knew exactly what he looked like, memorizing every scar, and dip of his skin. So this was fucking new.

Bucky’s fists flew to the punching bag, his chest glistening with sweat, beading down his pecs, right over where he had your name tattooed, another tattoo dedicated to his little baby boy etched on his shoulder.

“Y-you got a tattoo?” She tried to give him a flirty smile, her hand coming to trace over the tattoo, her skin flushing in embarrassment when Bucky took a step back.

“Yeah” Bucky stuck to giving her one word answers, in utter disbelief she was still trying to make a move even after he’d had a baby with you.

“ Nice ink cyborg” Sam smirked, hoping to egg Sharon on, loving the way she angriliy huffed, trying to pretend she didn’t care.

“For my angels” Bucky smiled shyly, his cheeks blushing, this wouldn’t be the only piece he had for you.

Stop here if you just wanted some fluff. Continue if you want some spice.

Oh she doesn’t just over hear it. She saw it. It was her fault tbh.

You stayed back while the team had left for an international conference, leaving the entire compound free for just you and a certain super soldier. Sam’s sister had happily agreed to babysit for the weekend to give you both some alone time. And what a fucking time you had.

After learning Bucky wasn’t going, Sharon had managed to find a way to stay behind, figuring this would be the best time to get him alone, completely unaware that you were still at the compound. She did her makeup, throwing on a sheer dress and foregoing a bra, making her way down stairs…when she heard….the fuck?

The sounds of skin slapping on skin echoed through the hall from the kitchen, pornographic moans bouncing off the walls.

Her lips curled into a smirk, even if Bucky was fucking someone else, it was nice to know he wasn’t as loyal as everyone though. He clearly got bored of you, just waiting for the chance for you to leave before he could feel some type of satisfaction.

She crept down the hall, nearly collapsing, watching the both of you, stark naked, fucking on the kitchen counter. Bucky had thrown off all your clothes, bending you over the island, his palm pressing in between your shoulder blades, against the cold marble.

“Y-you like this, huh baby, you love daddy’s cock filling you up? Smile for the camera mama, lemme see that pretty little face”

Sharon felt light headed, noticing Bucky’s phone propped up, his hand coming to tug your hair, your eyes rolling all the way back. Bucky spanked you, causing you to cry out before coming down to kiss your shoulder, thrusting into you harder.

“Look at how fucked out you are baby, how you gonna handle my cum princess, already so fucking gone” Bucky groaned, his cock throbbing as you moaned, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

“Gonna put another baby in you mama, fuck, can’t wait to see you pregnant again” Bucky’s balls felt heavy, slapping against your clit with each stroke.

“J-J-ames!” You cried out feeling the band tighten in your belly, your orgasam approaching you hard and fast.

“Mmm say my name doll, say my fucking name” He snarled, pulling his cock out, throwing you over his shoulder, moving to the dining table.

There’s no way…he wouldn’t actually…oh fuck. Sharon didn’t know why she didn’t just leave but she couldn’t look away as Bucky set up his phone again. He carefully crawled on top of you, right in the middle of the table (thank fuck for Stark technology, it was built to withstand just about anything), spreading your legs, slamming into you in a single stroke.

“Kinky little baby, wasn’t this your fantasy princess? For me to fuck you right on the dining table” Bucky let out a dark chuckle, brining your thighs up higher so he could hit a deeper angle. You nearly sobbed, your head thrown back against the table as he slammed into you, his hand cradling your head so you wouldn’t get hurt.

“James I-I’m gonna-

“I know mama, squeeze my cock baby, milk it, take my cum” Bucky moaned, nipping and biting your skin, leaving dark bruises in their wake. “There’s so much cum baby, gonna make such a mess all over the table”

“JAMES” You clawed at his back feeling his hand come down to play with your clit, his pace growing sloppy.

“Babygirl….m’gonna knock you up baby, you want daddy’s cum?”

“Wan’ daddy’s cum Bucky, wan’ it!” You whined and cried out, your walls spasming around him, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he started to fill you, his cum leaking out of you, dripping through your folds and onto the table.

“So. Much. Cum mama, its so fucking much” Bucky whimpered, his sensitive cock still throbbing in your silky walls. “Fuck, I love you” He grinned down at you, letting his body relax for a bit, as you played with his hair. He let his phone continue recording, he loved these moments just as much.

The whole compound was a mess. Bucky had spilled his cum into you in the gym, the showers, the balcony, the lab, the elevator, and finally in your room, under the covers, his hips slowly rolling against you, taking his time to savour your body.  

Sharon moves to a different department. But it didn’t help. Imagine her surprise when she sees Bucky’s arms full of babies, a little toddler on his shoulder, sleeping twins in both arms, with you by his side, your hand resting on your little baby bump.

Of course she’s still waiting for the day where he’ll lose interest.

And he never does.

Not on the day you got married.

Not on the day you had your fourth baby.

Not on the day you had your fifth.

Not today.

Not ever.

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A Memory

Dark!Lord!Bucky Barnes X Widow!Reader

Summary: Your scared of letting your late husband become a memory, but James is gonna make sure of it. 

Words: Around 3K words

Warnings: DARK(NON/DUB-CON, manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy), SMUT(fingering, PIV, lill choking, lill breeding kink, rough sex), angst, talk of death,

Note: All mistakes are mineand please tell me if I’m missing any warnings. And also don’t be shy, if anyone wants to become mutual, just come into my inbox :)

Also, this story come from a dream I had after watching Bridgerton season 2 lol

This is a repost bc i realized I didn’t edit it it before posting it.

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You smiled as the sound of the notes played by the many instruments invaded your ears. It had been so long since your last ball and you had missed it terribly, but with the enormous loss you had lived through with the passing of your husband, you hadn’t had any time or will to attend one. 

It had been so sudden. One bright morning he was all well, going about his day, kissing you, loving you like the doting husband and lord he was, and the next, he was so sick he could barely get up the bed. 

Steve and you had lived two blissful years together before the tragedy. You still regret to this day not having kids with him, because now, you barely had anything to really remember him by. The man had no painting of himself, no memories but the object he left in your possession. Each day now, little by the little, you feel bad for slowly forgetting him. You barely remember how his voice sounded, all the traits on his face, every little detail of him.

Slowly but surely, he was becoming a blur image in your mind.

A memory.

That brought you much sadness into your heart. Which is why you decided to attend the ball tonight and maybe see some of your friends once again and just socialize and, maybe, soothe that sadness which had invaded your broken heart.

“We have arrived at Lord Barnes' demeure, miss.” The coachman said as he stopped the horse. The music was now so loud and so beautiful you couldn't help but smile. The door of the coach opened and you stepped down with the help of Anthony, said coachman.

“Thank you, Anthony.”

The man nodded. “It is always a pleasure.” And got back into the carriage. 

Lord Barnes’ house. You haven’t been here for so long that you had forgotten how big and beautiful it was with all the windows and the sculpture that harbored the wonderful architecture. As soon as you stepped inside, you were beaming with joy.  Every woman was wearing such beautiful gowns, men in their usual overalls and the dancing… You had missed it all oh so terribly.

“Well I must be dreaming.” You gasped and turned around at the sound of his voice.

“Sam!” He let out a small laugh at your excitement of seeing him. “It has been far too!” Sam had been a very good friend to your late husband and had quickly become a friend of yours too. If it hadn’t been for him, you were sure you would still be in a pit of despair over your loss.

You smiled and couldn’t help but look him up and down. He was wearing a deep red tuxedo with a black shirt. “You look really dashing tonight, Sam.”

“So do you, dear. Is that a new gown?” He said, referring to your blue and black dress. A sign to you were still overcoming the tragedy.

You nodded. “I’m surprised you noticed, but, yes it is. It’s my first time going public since. Have to make…” You gasped when you saw what he had in his hand. “Is that a ring?” You grasped his hand and looked at the gold band. “Did you finally ask Sharon?”

He nodded and you wanted to scream like a little girl. You had wanted the two to settle down for so long. “Where is she? By the Gods, I have to felicite her and…”

Sam was full on belly laughing at your excitement. He had missed you all too much. “Calm down, dear. She’s there.” He pointed to the dance floor, where his beautiful wife was dancing with Lord barnes.

“Is that James?” You couldn’t help but ask when your eyes finally landed on Sharon. Sam hummed in approval.

The man had changed so much. Ever since your marriage to Steve you had only seen glance of the man that used to be a constant in your life. You had met James before Steve and had quickly become friends. You would almost daily see each other, help each other with suitors or unwanted suitors. He was there for you as much as you were for him. You also had developed feelings for the man, but that all changed when you married Steve, his brother. 

From then, he had cutted almost every tie with you, only seeing each other for brief seconds. But, now that you were actually seeing him, you noticed how the tall lean man with short hair has now become this muscular long haired gentleman that could probably crush with a single squeeze. He had also become more handsome so you were surprised when Sam told you he was still single.

“The dance just finished, let's go see them.” Sam led you to them and you couldn’t help but look down when you noticed James staring at you. He had also become much more intimidating, notice when you stopped right beside him, because of his build and heights.

“Sharon!” You hugged the woman. “It is so good to see you and married to Sam. How is that?” You gulped when you felt James burning gaze on you, but you wouldn’t dare look at him. 

Sharon grasped Sam's hand and leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder. “It’s wonderful. Everything I could ever hope for.” She kissed his cheek and you smiled when you noticed the bashful expression on Sam’s face. They were finally both so happy after years of pinning and angst between the two. It was such a good sight to see. “But, enough about us. How are you? How is your first ball in years?”

You shrugged. “I just arrived so I can’t really tell you. All I’m wondering is if someone would dare dance with me.” You let out a small laugh.

Sam nodded to Bucky who still hasn’t said anything or moved his eyes from you. “I’m sure James would be delighted to dance with you.” This is when you finally let yourself look up at the man. His eyes were the same as before which sootted a little of your anxiety of seeing him, but the darkness in them confused you.

You cleared your throat. “You would?” He nodded presenting his big hands. “May I have this other dance, my lady?” He asked with a bow of the head.

You smiled at him for the first time this evening. “Of course, Lord Barnes.” And you took him on the offer. The music started playde and you both started swaying to it at the same as all the other couples. You tried to keep your eyes on James, but you couldn’t with the way he was looking at you and because he now seemed like a complete stranger to you. You wonder what happened to make him stop talking to you. You want to know.

No.

You need to know. 

So, instead of looking at him, you looked at everyone else who was talking to their partner.

Seeing you not looking at him, James decided to finally talk to you. “I thought we wouldn’t see you tonight, especially after such troubling events.” Bucky said as he placed a hand on your ways and made you moved to the sound of the music. You instantly turn to him and to James delight, look into his eyes. 

“It has been months, Lord Buchanan. I—“ James helped you do a little twirled and you got back into his arms.

He leaned his head closer to yours and whispered to your ears only: “Sweet, after all this time, you can call me James.”

“James then, I loved your brother with all my being, but I’m sure he would’ve wanted me to have much fun instead of broody inside the mansion till my end meets.”

Bucky hummed. “It is true. I’m sorry I couldn’t come to his passing. I was attending business outside the city. So, my condolences, sweets.”

Your eyes squinted. “You talk about him like he wasn’t your brother. A person you didn’t have any relation with. Why?”

James sighed and his hold tightened on your waist. A slight wiince left your mouth at the action. “You know me and my brother didn’t have one of the greatest relationships. I thought you already knew that.”

You shook your head. “Steve always talked about you in great regard and before you never talked bad to me about your brother.” James just shrugged and it was back to silence.

When the song finally ended and you both bowed to each other. “Thank you for the dance, James.” He didn’t say anything which didn’t leave you surprised. “Have a great night, my lord.”

You turned around when he took a hold on your wrist.

“I have something for you in my study.” Bucky placed a hand on your lower back, a little close to your bosom you couldn’t help but noticed. 

Your eyes narrowed. It was bad for a woman to be seen with a man, alone without a chaperone, but a widow whose husband just died alone with a man could make a woman lose everything. 

“Which is…”

“A little something of my Steve. I thought it would be better for you to have it then me.” Your eyes lit up. You’ll finally get something to remember him by so you gladly follow him in the huge mansion. 

“What is it?” You couldn’t help but ask him while walking in the hallway.

“I found drawings in his old room and letters for you.”Drawing? Letters? That sounds so much like something Steve would do.”

Bucky hummed and opened the door and let you walk into the study. The room was covered in wood and you couldn’t help but be amazed by it. Your glance traveled to the room before you turned to James who was closing the door. “Thank you so much, James. For giving me those.” You placed your hand on his shoulder. “You don’t know how much I need it.”

“I lied, sweet.” Your hand slided down. “What…”

“There are no letters. No drawing.” He grabbed your hands.

“What.”

“You know, you were supposed to be mine, sweet.” Your eyes widened and you took a step back, you tried to pry your hand from his hold, but he wouldn’t let you. 

“Wha—“

“I was the first one to see you, to be attracted to you and my brother felt nothing towards you.” He pulled you to him.

A wave of shock and anger bursted in you at his word. You haven't talked to him in years, how dare he make that claim. “Do not dare talk about my husb—“

“He only developed feelings for you the moment I told him about mine. He stole you from me. You were meant to be mine, sweet.”

You were shaking, your mind going crazy and your eyes going back and forth being his blue one as he took steps closer to you. 

“And now that he is finally gone…”

He placed a hand on your right cheek, his thumb touching your cheek bone. 

“I can finally have you.”

Before you could understand what was happening, James placed his big hand under your thighs and pulled you up.

“Jam–” He shushed you with a finger on your lips as he placed you on his wooden desk.

“You wouldn't want anyone to see you, wouldn't you?” He tried to pull up your dress, but you swatted his hand away in a hurry. “You’ll be the talk of the town.” He growled and ripped the skirt of your gown instead. A cry left your mouth when Bucky made you lay down on the desk. “The recent widow being spotted in a compromising situation with the brother of her late husband. You’ll be the shame of your family.” 

You cried because he was right. You cried for what you were about to do. You cried for your late husband who was probably seeing this from above. 

Bucky layed on top of you, rubbing his clothed cock against your panties who were shamely getting soaked. “Just let it happen, sweet. give me what I deserve.” He kissed your cheeks as he took your wrists and placed your hands above your head and, with the straight he now had, you couldn,’t do anything to stop him. “Give me what you should’ve given me first.” He whispered in your ears before licking the shell. You were silently crying the entire time.

“Oh, baby. My sweet. Do not shed any tears.” He said with a fake sympathy expression on his face. “This will be as enjoyable for me as it will for you.” He wiped the tears away with his thumb and brought it to his mouth for a taste. 

As he pulled his thumb out, he looked down where both your bodies were about to join. He groaned when he saw the wet patch you left on his trousers. ”Look at that.” He rubbed his finger on your underwear, toying with your folds and clit over the clothes. “You want me so much, Sweet. Your body betrays you.”

“I d-don’t.”

James tisked and pulled your pantie to the side. “It’s not good to lie, sweet.” You cover your mouth to not let any moan escape when he starts playing with your cunt. “See, you’re lying.”

“You’re manipulating me.” You managed to say as he pushed two thick fingers inside your wetness, fucking your hole.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked straight in your face, his finger now on your clit rubbing fast circles making it now impossible for you to not moan. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked with a graver tone, his finger slowing down.

You were crying and arching in that moment. “No!” You grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer. “Please, don’t stop.”

James smirked. “I knew you wanted me.” And before you could even make another though, he turned your body around like a rag doll and pushed you so your ass would stick up. He harshly pulled your underwear down and moaned when he saw it. “Prettiest pussy, sweet and all mine.”

He placed both hands on your waist and pushed the tip of his cock inside of you. You couldn’t help but arch your back at the feeling of being full of something. He was so big, stretching you out so well and so painfully, but you loved it. You welcomed this familiar pain that you hadn’t felt in months. 

James moaned when his cock finally breached your tight entrance. “Oh… Are you sure you’ve ever done that with my brother? You’re so tight. So wet.” He pulled back, only resting the tip inside before pushing back inside of you and he did that on and on. Thrust after thrust. Until you were completely at his mercy, completely his.

Your ears were ringing and your mind was foggy. All you could focus on was the way James was fucking into you, like a madman, and the the wet sound of your body connecting.

“You’re mine after this, Sweet”. He leaned over to whisper into your ears. “I don’t care what people think, what you think. I’m finally going to get what I always wanted. “His hold tightened on your waist at the same time as your cunt around his cock. You heard him swear under his breath.

 “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. I’m gonna use and use you until you are with child. My child, sweet.” You couldn’t say anything but moan. Tears were still streaming down your cheeks, but for a completely different reason. One of pleasure. You were in complete bliss at that moment. not even Steve ever made you feel that way.

“Cum–”Moan. “Cum inside of me, Lord.” The name spilled out of your lips, out of the blue.

James grabbed your hair and pulled you up, pressing your back to his chest as he kept on trusting inside of you. “What did you call me?”

“My lord.”

James grabbed your throat. “That’s right. I’m your lord. And your lord is gonna cum inside his pussy.” His other hand went to your pussy, two of his fingers resuming rubbing your clit. You trashed in his hold when he fucked you faster than before, the tip of his cock punching your cevix at each thrust of his hips.

A minute after that felt like an hourm your both came, him deep inside and you all over him. You moaned when you felt him fill you up until you were dripping around his cock, but the groaning that came with it was probably the greatest thing you’ve ever had the pleasure to listen to.

When you felt him stop twitching inside of you, you collapsed back down on the desk, your eyes slowly but surely closing by the amount of pleasure you had lived through. The only thing you felt after was a kiss on your forehead and James whispering in your ears as he pulled his softening cock out of you.

“So beautiful. So mine.”

And with just that, Steve had completely become what you feared most: a memory.

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All The Kings' Men

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

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CHAPTER 9

“Captain Rogers.” The man did not stir.  Captain Rogers.” This time his eyelids fluttered, yet his eyes remained closed, head lolled to the side.  Sven had stomped his face much harder than Loki thought, and he wouldn’t have cared much if time was not of the essence.  Sighing to himself, he motioned to his guard.  Dag picked up a bucket of water and splashed the contents onto the captain’s face.

He awoke gasping and wild-eyed, hands straining against the ropes binding him to the chair.  Loki smirked at his attempts to escape.  “That won’t work.  I put those ropes there myself.  Only the strongest magic can remove it, and something tells me you haven’t the capacity for that.”

“What’s going on?” Steve demanded.  “Why am I here?  And why-” he winced as the pain in his left cheek overtook him.  Sven had effectively fractured his cheekbone and broken his nose.  “He stomped on me!  That little blond boy, the fag—”

Loki held up a hand.  “I suggest you stop there before you incriminate yourself further.”

“Further?” Steve smiled then, a charming, disarming grin Loki himself had used a number of times.  “King Loki, Your Majesty, I’ve done nothing wrong.  All I’ve ever done is carry out your rule.”

“Is that so?” Loki motioned to the other guard.  Harald handed him a yellow file with a name printed on the front.  “This is Sharon Carter’s medical file.” Steve’s eyes blew wide with trepidation.  “I am entirely sure you did not know this existed, but your reaction tells me you know what’s in it.  Care to explain?”  Steve made a careless gesture with his hands.

“There’s nothing to explain.  Relationships get rocky sometimes.  Sharon understood that.”

Loki flipped the file open to a page he knew well.  He brandished a picture of Sharon Carter’s split lip and black eye in front of the captain’s face.  “This,” he snarled, “seems like more than a few little ‘rocks’ to me.  You say you carry out my rule, but this was not in my directive.  I’ve also heard you’ve not been properly allocating resources as I instructed you to do.  I don’t think you’ve been carrying out my rule at all.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Why do I—” Loki gave a harsh laugh.  “The earth is mine,” he said.  “It’s mine.  You and your humankind were hellbent on killing yourselves until my brother and I intervened.  We wanted better for you, to show you the error of your ways and have you submit to our rule.  My brother chose you because he trusted you, and this is what you do.”  He shook the file and watched Steve’s jaw clench.  “Beat and torture your women—”

“Like you haven’t done worse?” Steve shot back.  “I’ve heard the stories about you.  You’re standing here judging me, and I know that nothing in that file compares to your actions.  Everyone is afraid of you, everyone—”

The force of the slap rocked Steve’s head to the side.  Loki raised his arm to hit him again, bringing the gloved hand across his cheek with a smack that resonated in the pristine white room.  Outside the restrictive force field, the other prisoners looked on at the scene in glee.  They did not seem to mind the violence once it was not directed at them, and they especially seemed to like that the king had come to do his dirty work himself.

Loki lifted his leather-covered hand.  He sneered at the glisten noticeable in the dim light.  “You stained my glove.”  The captain spit blood on the white floor.

“So you’re going to torture me?”  Steve grinned, showing the red staining his pearly teeth.  “Have at it.  I’ve dealt with men like you.”  

“That’s where you’re mistaken, captain.  There are no men like me.”  Loki raised his hand, clenching it slowly into a fist.  He saw the confusion in the captain’s eyes, the little bloom of panic as his oxygen was slowly restricted.  A handprint-shaped dent appeared on his throat, constricting until the captain turned blue.  Loki watched his feet scramble against the floor with a wicked grin.  “Hard to breathe?  How unfortunate.”

Loki took a seat on the plush chair brought in for his comfort.  He crossed one leg over his knee and plucked the parchment out of its pocket dimension.  “I have some questions for you, and it would behoove you to answer to the best of your ability.”  He tightened his fist for just a second to get the captain’s attention.  “Is that understood?”  A nod.  “Excellent.”

Steve doubled over in relief when Loki allowed him to breathe again.  He gave the captain a few seconds before launching into his investigation.

“Why have your people been having secret meetings with Aesir?”  The captain’s eyes flickered down.  Loki lifted a hand in warning.  “Answer me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?”  Steve did not budge.  Through the wariness in his eyes, Loki could see that this was a man not easily broken.  “My spies on Midgard have told me that you, Commander Barnes, and Commander Fury have been taking meetings for the past month with known Asgardian traitors.  You have also,” he glanced down at the parchment, “recently received a large shipment that was not reported to us.  Pray tell what is in it?”

Steve was silent for a long time.  His eyes flickered between the parchment and Loki before holding his gaze.  “It’s Bruce, isn’t it?  He’s your source?  I should’ve known.”

“I am the one asking the questions here.”

The captain rolled his eyes.  “I’m sure she’s filled your head with lies too.  What did she say?  That Buck hit her?”  Steve scoffed.  “And you believed her?”

Loki rose to his feet in a stroke of anger.  He handed the files to Harald and moved toward the captain.  “She didn’t have to tell me anything.  I saw what Barnes did to that girl.  The bruises, the cuts, the fear on her face.  He tortured her, and for what?  I don’t know where this misguided notion came from, but that is not how we treat our women here on Asgard.”

“Somehow I find that hard to believe.”  Steve’s blue eyes blazed like the flames of hell.  “Didn’t you try to invade Jotunheim once?”  Loki’s façade faltered.  “Yeah, I thought so.  I remember when you and Thor were at odds, when you were playing the mad dictator and he couldn’t stop you.  You wanted that ice realm for yourself, and you expect me to believe you left the women untouched?”  The captain gave a nasty grin.  “I know what happens in war.”

“I have never placed my hand on a woman— or a man— in a way that was unwanted.  Do not presume to liken us to one another.”  He grabbed ahold of Steve’s flaxen hair and gave it a shake.  “I would never do what you or Commander Barnes do to your women.”

“You seem awfully concerned about our women,” Steve shot back.  “Or perhaps this is about one in particular.”  Loki saw the insinuation in the captain’s face before he voiced it.  “You’re fucking her, aren’t you?  That’s why you’re so concerned.”

Loki was taken aback.  “I—”

“Fuck, she’s such a whore.  I told Buck that, but he wouldn’t listen.  He saw the way she fought him and wanted to break her.  And he did break her, mind you.  I’m just surprised she managed to muster up enough courage to spread her legs for a bastard king—”

Steve went silent when Loki’s hand crossed his cheek.  He had let him speak for far too long.  Enough was enough.

“I’m not going to get any information from you, clearly.”  The captain glared at him.  A nice shiner, similar to the one he had given Sharon Carter, was beginning to form on his right eye.  “That doesn’t mean I can’t still have some fun.”

Loki hit him again and again, curling his hand into a fist to increase the force of the blows.  Blood and bruises sprang up along the captain’s once handsome face.  Red splattered along the clean walls of the cell with every contact of his fist.  He hoped what he had read about the man’s vast capacity for pain was true.  It would be a shame to have him pass out too soon.

“My king.”  Loki turned, one hand poised to strike the captain again.  Blood dripped down his leather glove and soaked the green of his sleeve.

“Yes, Harald?”

The older man’s eyes dipped to the captain and back.  “I think he’s dead.”

Loki looked upon the captain.  His face was a raw, bloody mess, and it filled him with a sick sense of satisfaction.  Still, he narrowed his eyes as he searched for any signs of life.  “His chest still moves,” he observed.  “Mouth too.  What a shock.”  Steve’s mouth was indeed moving, working sluggishly as he tried to speak.  Loki leaned forward to listen.  “What was that?  I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”

“I said,” Steve gritted out, “that I can’t wait for them to kill you like they killed your mother.”

Loki let out a feral growl.  He placed the bottom of his boot on the captain’s chest and gave a mighty shove.  The chair fell to the ground, slamming Steve’s head against the tiled floors.  Loki straddled the man and gave a bounce, revelling in the crack that spoke of broken ribs accompanied by the captain’s grunt of pain.

“You talk too much.”  He reached into the man’s mouth and grabbed ahold of his tongue, pulling it out until it turned white at the root from the stretch.  With his other hand, he materialised his trusty dagger.  “It’s time for you to shut up.” 

Loki brought the dagger down.

ooOOoo

Sobs racked your frame as Sven carried you to your room.  You clung to his arm like a lifeline as he led you down the hall, and you could not stop crying.  Even after Kari changed your dress and tended to your wounds, and Sven took you to the king’s study, the tears would not stop. 

“Miss,” said Sven.  “Miss Dee, are you hungry?  You skipped breakfast this morning.”  He held out a platter of breads and cheeses to you.  You eyed the food and cried even harder, making Sven wince.  “Miss Dee—”

“I’m sorry.  I don’t know why I can’t stop crying.”  Pesky tears ran down your face.  You swiped at them in annoyance, cursing your tear ducts for their sudden lack of control.  A lot of the fear from Steve’s sudden arrival had faded, and anger now took its place.  It settled like a weight on your chest, burning through your dress and layers of skin until it singed your nerve endings and radiated through your body. 

“Don’t apologise, Miss Dee.  There is no need for it.  It’s all that bastard’s fault.  Men like him—” Sven’s jaw clenched, hands curling into a fist to control his temper.  “He got what he deserved.” It was only the second time you had seen him so worked up, the first being in the garden with Steve.  Sven was usually such a sweet boy that it was hard for you to conflate him with the man who stomped Steve’s face with all his might.  Then there was his previous behaviour to look at.

Sven had read you almost immediately on the bridge.  He saw your concern, sized up James’ attitude, and immediately went on the defensive:  making sure you were not left alone, keeping the horse slow, shutting down James’ complaints because you couldn’t.  And the way he handled Steve—not just protective but bordering on unhinged.

“Sven,” your voice was faint.  “You know, don’t you?”  He remained silent, so you gave a little push.  “You know what James did to me.  You knew it the moment you saw me on the bridge.”  Sven gave a slight nod, sympathy bleeding into his eyes, and your breath hitched.  “How?”

“My mother was like you.”  He leaned back, mist filling his brown eyes as he was pulled into a memory.  “She met my father when she was very young — around my age, actually— and he was a few centuries her senior.  Everyone in the village knew he was the rottenest apple in the bunch.  Always gambling and drinking his life away.  The catch was his entire family was dead, leaving him a fortune that made him the richest man in the village.”

“Is that why your mother married him?” you wondered aloud.  “For security?”  Sven’s eyes blew wide.

“No!  My mother detested the man!  She was married to him by force!  They were very poor, my mother’s family, with seven other sons to see about besides her.  I guess they thought it was easier to marry her off, so when my father took an interest in her—”

“They sold her to him,” you deduced.  “For money.” Sven gave you a sad nod.

“Mother always says we cannot judge people whose positions we were never in.  She loves her family, and still speaks to them.  Kari and I do not.  I hate them,” he seethed.  “They put her in that position and did not lift a finger to help her, even when she would show up on their doorstep covered in blood.”

The tears that filled your eyes were not for you, but for Sven.  After your ordeal, you were shocked that you could muster enough empathy to spend on someone else.  “Sven,” you reached out to touch the sleeve of his shirt, avoiding the skin-on-skin contact that made you feel like worms were beneath your flesh.  “Sven, I am so sorry.  That must have been so awful for you.”

“It was,” he admitted.  “Kari was an adult when I was born, but even she was afraid of my father.  He was strong for a degenerate, and as liberal with his fists as he was with his spirits.  My sister received a few blows when she would get in between him and my mother.”

“And did you?”  You thought back to the way he put himself between you and Steve without a second thought.  There was no doubt in your mind that he had done that before.  “Sven?”

“My father was never cruel to me, though I cannot say why.  My theory is that he hoped I would end up like him.”  Sven brought his hands together in his lap, wringing them as he spoke.  “He never respected women to begin with.  He blamed the alcohol, but I think it was him, and the drink was his excuse.  I’ve seen many a man drunk before, and they’ve never resorted to violence.

“How is your mother now?” you wished to know.  “Is she—”

“Alive?  Yes.  The harem was not built when she came to the palace seeking refuge.  Queen Frigga was on her way out with King Loki—he was just a prince at the time, actually— and she took pity on my mother.  I was only twelve when they moved us into the palace and offered her maid’s work, which my sister took up as well.  She quite enjoys the lifestyle, and she has so loved tending to you.”

You smiled as you recalled your fair-haired handmaiden.  Though they shared similar looks, you would never have guessed she was related to Sven.  “Your sister is kind.  I like people who are kind.  I’ve had very little of that in the lifetime that I do remember.  The king promised to help me find out who I am but…” You looked down at your hands.  “I guess I can’t blame him if he doesn’t.  He’s got an entire realm to govern.  I’m not so stupid as to think he would drop that just to help me, especially after the trouble I’ve caused.”

Sven shook his head.  “If King Loki has given you his word, he will surely stand by it.  Do you know how I became a guard?”  You shook your head.  “I always looked up to the king’s guard.  In some way, I guess it was my subconscious projecting, dreaming up ways for me to escape my reality by means of making me a protector.  I mentioned my interest in becoming a guard to the king once, not long after I arrived, and he remembered.  When I came of age, he came to me and offered me a chance to train with his guard.  I’ve been with them ever since.”

“That’s…”.  There really wasn’t a word to describe what you had just heard.  “That’s great, Sven.  I’m glad the king remembered.”

“Yes, I was very glad he gave me the opportunity.  King Loki continued to take care of my family even after his mother passed.”  Sven leaned closer to you.  “Between you and me, I think he pays Kari and me more than we deserve.  I’ve heard other older guards and maids discussing salary, and it is sufficient, yet far less than what we receive.”

Before you could tell Sven that he was worth every penny he earned, you heard a commotion outside the king’s study.  You and Sven shared a look.  The noise outside got louder and closer, approaching the door until Sven rose to his feet.  He barely had time to cross the room before the doors flew open and a man built like a powerlifter stalked through the door.

His eyes landed on you.  “Are you Lady Dee?”

You were afraid to answer at first.  He was one of the largest men you had seen, even bigger and taller than Steve and James combined.  Half of his blond hair was up in a ponytail, allowing you a good look at his stubbled jaw and stormy blue eyes.  You cowered as you stared back at this mountain of a man, wondering what he could possibly want with you.

“W-who are you?”

“Thor!”  King Loki strode in behind the man, all long legs and green flowing cape.  His horns were absent from his head, and you noted that his hair was curlier than you remembered.  Even without them, he radiated royalty and kingliness.  It was him, you realised, that made the title, and not what he wore.  The king carried himself with a confidence and surety that was difficult to ignore, even as he narrowed his eyes at the burly man who was apparently his brother.

“What are you doing?”  He placed a hand on Thor’s shoulder.  “You know I don’t like people in my study!”

Thor, the other king and the man who had invited the best friend of your captor to Asgard, shook his tree trunk of an arm to rid it of his brother’s restraining hand.  “Stay out of this, brother,” he ordered, and you saw King Loki’s eyes tighten.  He had just opened his mouth to retort when Thor turned to you again.  “You haven’t answered my question.  Are you Lady Dee?”

 “Yes, I am.”

“Brother, this is hardly—”

Thor gave a grand bow, drawing a look from his brother mid-sentence.  “I come to you today with my sincerest apologies.  It has been brought to my attention that I have made a grave error in judgement that resulted in your harm.  Please forgive me for my unintended slight.  I swear to you I will do everything in my power to correct it if you will give me a chance to do so.”

You blinked at the bowed head of the blond god.  This was not at all what you had expected from him.  A reaction along the lines of the dark-haired king, sure, or maybe even a worse one, but not this.  Not this humble man who all but admitted his mistakes and was pleading for a chance to rectify them.

“Um…” Your eyes flitted to Sven, who gave you an encouraging nod.  “Yeah, I forgive you, I guess.”

Thor’s head snapped up.  A wide smile broke out over his face, its attractiveness taking you back.  He looked nothing like his brother, so you guessed they must each take after a different parent. 

“Excellent!”  He reached for your hand and held it between his two larger ones.  “It is lovely to have you on Asgard, Lady Dee!  Darcy speaks very highly of you.”  Thor leaned in, adding to the sweat that had already formed on your forehead at his touch.  “I must apologise once more for inviting Steve Rogers to Asgard.  My brother told me what he did in the gardens.  I assure you he will not come near you again, and if there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to let me know.”

You can let go of my hand, for starters.  You wondered if you could even say that to a king.  Weren’t they above the law?  They were gods, for heaven’s sake.  What was a minor invasion of personal space compared to that?

“C-can you…” Beads of perspiration dotted your upper lip.  Your eyes searched the room for exits.  Instead of the doors, you managed to catch the gaze of  King Loki.  He took one look at your frazzled state and reached over to take his brother’s wrist.

“Lady Dee is still shaken from earlier today.  How about we give her a chance to rest?  We can talk to her later.” 

“Yes.”  Thor released your hand.  You held it to your chest and scooted away from him.  “Yes, you are right.  I did not think of that.”  He placed his hands on his hips, further accentuating his broad chest.  “I should go see my wife.  She has not been feeling well of late.”  He turned to his brother then, face taking on a hint of seriousness.  “I spoke to the guards.  Is it true, what you did to Steve?  Did you really—”

“Let’s talk later, brother.”  King Loki gave you a fleeting glance.  “Sven, how are you?” 

“Okay.”  The boy shuffled his feet.  “Would it be okay if I took off for the night?  I wish to go see my mother.”

Understanding bled into the king’s face.  “Of course.  Take as much time as you need.  I can look after Lady Dee until you return.”  Sven bid you goodbye, and you wished your body had recovered enough for you to give him a hug.  Thor left not long after.  He exchanged some hushed words with his brother at the door before giving you another goofy grin.  Once he was gone, you and King Loki were left alone.

“I must apologise for my brother.  He can be very enthusiastic and often forgets that people are not toys.  I suppose it comes with the territory of being a big oaf.” Amusement entered his eyes, then disappeared in a flash.  He looked over your form with a grim expression.  “Did a healer see to your arm?”

You touched the white bandage around your forearm.  “Kari did it.”  The king frowned.

“I would have preferred a healer to look at it.”  He took a tentative step toward you, watching you as though you would scamper away from him.  Your lack of skittishness seemed to please him.  “I can heal that for you if you want.”

“With your magic?” 

“Yes.”

The thought did intrigue you.  The king’s magic had caught your interest that day on the bridge, and you longed to see more of it in action.  Unfortunately, your quota for people touching you had been filled, and not even the promise of relief from the stinging pain could change that.  “No thank you,” you said quietly.

The king nodded.  “Not a problem.  I’ll have a healer look at it when you’re ready.”  He walked over to his desk and took a seat behind it— the same desk he had interrogated you from what now felt like a decade ago. 

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful,” you explained.  “I just—”

“Don’t want to be touched.  I understand.”  He dragged a piece of parchment across his desk and grabbed a feathered pen.  “You shouldn’t be afraid to tell my brother his touch makes you uncomfortable.  Thor is a very physical person, and even though he means no harm, he forgets not everyone is as receptive to such behaviours.”

“But you don’t?”  He looked at you.  “You don’t forget.”

The king shrugged—a human, nonchalant gesture that looked out of place on his otherwise regal frame.  “I’ve been told I read people well.  My brother is a better man than me, but he is not so astute at deciphering another’s feelings.”  He ran his eyes over the parchment once more.  “Bruce Banner has contacted me.”

“Really?” You sat up, gloomy mood pushed to the side in light of the news.  “What did he say?  Is he okay?  How’s Betty?”

King Loki furrowed his brow.  “I assume he is well, as he hasn’t told me differently.  I’m afraid I have no answers to the other questions.  Our conversation is strictly business.”

“Oh.”  It was hard to keep the disappointment out of your voice.  “What did he say?”

“Apparently, some of the commanders have been meeting with known traitors of Asgard, namely Barnes, Rogers, and Fury.  They also received a large shipment a while ago that was not disclosed to us.  My brother knows nothing of this, and we both find it suspicious.  Meeting traitors aside, that shipment concerns me.”

“And Bruce has no idea what it is?”  The king shook his head.  “What about you?  Any ideas?”

He sat the paper down with a sigh, face contorting in a muddled look.  “Considering the names of the traitors, I have some ideas.  Let’s hope I’m wrong.”  His tone made it clear that was all he was going to say on the situation. 

“What about Steve?”  You had been dying to know what happened to the man after the guards dragged him off.  “Tho—King Thor sounded concerned about him.  Where is he?”

“He is in the dungeons,” the king answered, and you swore you saw his eyes tighten.  “Rest assured, he cannot hurt you.  Even I have not been able to escape the dungeons.”

You frowned.  “Why would you need to escape the dungeons?  Have you been imprisoned before?” The king fixed you with an entertained glance.

“You ask a lot of questions, my lady.”  He held up two fingers and swirled them in the air.  You watched in fascination as the wheeled cart holding your food rolled toward you of its own accord, stopping about an inch from where you sat.  “I was informed you skipped breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry.”  As though the universe was out to call your bluff, your stomach decided to growl loudly.  You clapped both your hands over your abdomen to muffle the sounds.

“It seems your stomach disagrees.”  He used his magic to move the cart even closer.  “Eat.  It is well past lunch.”

The food did look good, and you had skipped breakfast in order to go outside.  Starvation was probably not the best way to deal with the disastrous results.  “I’ll eat in my room.”

The king did not even lift his head from the new book he had conjured.  “Why?  The food is already there; just eat.”

“You just said you don’t like having people in your study.”  Your finger pointed in the direction of the door.  “I just heard you tell King Thor that.”

“Airs for my brother.  He had a nasty habit of messing up my things when we were children, and he hasn’t broken out of it.  Eat.” 

You eyed the food warily.  “I—”

“Lady Dee, I invited you here myself.  If I wanted you gone, I would have already sent you away.”  His eyes flitted to the food and back.   “Eat.  I will not have you wasting away on me.”

You reached for the food before you with a shaky hand.  The minute the bread touched your tongue you nearly moaned.  All the adrenaline coursing through your body stifled your hunger until it was practically unnoticeable.  If it weren’t for the king, you probably would have gone without eating until you fainted.

“I began looking into you last night,” he told you.  “Your date of birth is unknown, but I’ve gathered birth records from three possible decades in which you could have been born, and I am matching them with our current citizen records to look for any discrepancies.”

“Did you find anything?”

“Not yet, but there are many more records to go through.  Even if this fails, it could be that you just weren’t recorded.  A lot of births go unnoticed by or hidden from the palace.”  He tapped the book with one slender finger.  “We will find out who you are.  There is nary a thing I have set my mind to that I cannot conquer.”

 The king seemed so sure of himself that it filled you with confidence too.  You leaned back into the couch and watched him scour the records.  Every time he finished a page, he would wet a finger on his tongue to turn to the next.  A comfortable silence settled over you, him reading the pages and you finishing your meal.  It gave you a chance to study his face unhindered.

You decided you preferred him without the horns.  Magnificent as they were, they added to the slight air of terror that followed him wherever he was.  King Loki was terrifying as is, but you had to admit there was something beautiful about him.  He looked nothing like his rugged, beefy brother, no.  His strength was all intellectual; quiet words and calculating glances that read a person in five seconds flat, though you were sure his physical strength was not lacking.

“Do you need something?”  His musical voice drew you out of your thoughts, green eyes holding you in place with a questioning glance.  You flushed under the intensity of his gaze.

“I was just wondering what happened to Steve,” you lied, and you were sure he knew it too.  “Your brother was about to ask you a question, and you stopped him, presumably for my benefit.  I promise you I can handle more than you think.  You don’t need to protect me from everything.”  You leaned forward.  “What did you do to Steve?”

“I cut out his tongue.”

Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second.  It was not the act that threw you, but rather how unapologetic he sounded.

“Oh.”  You gave a nod.  “Good.  He talks too much anyway.”

Your attention drifted to your food after that, letting another silence envelope you.  There was no sound in the study save for his turning pages and you placing your cup down between sips of water.  It was a chance glance at the king that confused you; he was scanning the pages as before, a hand pressed to his mouth.  Behind it, you swore he was trying to hide a smile. 

Chapter 10

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[syven-siren]

🎃 Week 1 of Kinktober 🎃

Below you’ll find the listing for all the fics coming out on Oct. 8th! Below the cut, you’ll find a sneak peek of each fic. If you see something you’d like to be tagged on, please feel free to let me know in the comments.

Call of the Wild: Alpha!CEO!Bucky x Omega!Fem!Reader Summary: There are some things that are unavoidable in a world such as yours. The first being: no matter how careful you are, encounters with an alpha can be dangerous. And the second: there is no other alpha that you’d rather have ravish you than your boss, James “Bucky” Barnes. Warnings: 18+ / risky sex / primal play / alpha-omega / breeding / creampie / hyperspermia / taunting / praise kink / danger / rutting / dry humping

Crystallized Yearning: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader x Alfie Solomons Summary: Finding new partners, ones that won’t betray the trust of the relationship, can be difficult; especially with the shady characters Tommy does dealings with. But if there’s one thing you know, it’s how to pick the man for the job and Alfie Solomons is just right to put you in the position you’ve always coveted. Warnings: 18+ / voyeurism / cuckolding / double penetration / degradation / praise kink / size kink / power play / taunting / multiple creampie

Sounds of Silence: Loki x Fem!Reader Summary: The god of mischief is known to be confident, arrogant even, but when it comes to you, he’d go to the ends of universe if it pleased you. Luckily for him, you just want him to put his silver tongue to use. Warnings: 18+ / domme-sub / oral sex (f receiving) / implied fingering  

Veiled Innocence: John Shelby x Fem!Reader Summary: John Shelby is unpredictable but if there’s anyone that can keep him on his toes, it’s you. And he loves to generously reward you for doing so. Warnings: 18+ / oral sex / fingering / panties kink / teasing

Eternal Pleasure: Eddie Brock x Immortal!Fem!Reader Summary: There’s a delicate balance in this life and Eddie has always struggled with it. Yet you are there to help quell his fears and douse the temper of his otherworldly companion; showing both of them the care and attention they desire. Warnings: 18+ / intimate sex / pegging / handjob / biting / restraint / primal play / domme-sub / marking / praise kink / fluff / comfort

Shards of Reflection: MafiaBoss!Bucky x BAMF!Fem!Reader Summary: You and Bucky have a ritual of sorts, a way to release pent up energies before meeting a prospective business partner. And it just so happens that each time you do, everything falls into place and deals become bigger and better. To others it may seem odd but to the two of you, fucking is your good luck charm. Warnings: 18+ / spanking / hair pulling / mirror sex / mutual degradation

Love on the Line: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (ft. an OC) Summary: The love and intimacy you and Bucky share has always been amazing but with neither of you wanting to take the dominant role in your sexual relationship, you both go in search of someone who can. That exploration takes you both to the most unexpected place and perhaps the most sinful of discoveries. Warnings: 18+ / sex / oral sex (m & f receiving) / webcams / online sex / domme-sub-sub / sex work

Fragments of Fertility: Sharon Carter x Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Sharon has been working to attain everything she wants. Now with all her plans in place, she can focus on the one thing that has been on the forefront of her mind: seeing you pregnant. And with a bit of help from a friend, she’ll make sure that she sees this goal through to the end. Warnings: 18+ / breeding kink / creampie / hyperspermia / dumbification / talks of fertility & pregnancy / insemination / light domme-sub / threesome

Below the cut, you’ll find a sneak peek of each one!

Call of the Wild: Alpha!CEO!Bucky x Omega!Fem!Reader

“Omega.” Each letter of the honorific is elongated and roughened before forcing their way through his clenched teeth and out his mouth. “Fuck. (Y/N). Are you about to...” The words rumble deep in his chest, bouncing off the walls and targeting your core with exact precision.

“Mr. B-Barnes.” Time seems to slow to an inching pace. The minutes now measured in the heightening of your senses.

One shuddering breath that gets caught in your lungs.

The scent of him is overwhelming you all at once. It’s so strong that you can taste the pine and sandalwood on your upper palate.

Crystallized Yearning: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader x Alfie Solomons

There’s something about joining Tommy on his business meetings that is quite enjoyable. Though it’s been quite a few years since your initial accompaniment, there’s always something new to discover. It certainly isn’t the men that Tommy deems worthy of his time that you find intriguing. More so, it’s the opportunity to curate your skill of observation. Most leer, just after their initial fascination wears off, forgetting their decorum while others scoff at your very presence in the room. Those men believe a woman’s place is in the home or by her husband’s side while minding her words and tending to their children.

Alfie, like many of the other men you’ve come to know, directs his words towards Tom. “I see you brought the missus then. Could have warned me. I’d ‘ave cleaned up the place a bit.”

You interject, the words flow easily with the sharpness of the blades hidden with Tommy’s cap, “He didn’t bring me. I decided to come and I’m not his wife.” You’ll forgive his mistake this one time, if only because you’ve come with a one certain objective in mind.

You are a blazing spirit, unabashed nature, and blunt words all held together in beautiful physical form. As most have outwardly exclaimed with no such eloquence, you are a truly blasphemous entity.

They assume, incorrectly, that you are a weakness, both to yourself and Tommy. Taking control of the situation is fairly easy when your opposition assumes they assume, incorrectly, that you are a whore Tommy totes around. Being a whore or housewife, has never been and will never be your place. You may not have the ring on your finger, yet, to announce your status in Tommy’s life but you have never been one that needed material symbols of commitment.

Sounds of Silence: Loki x Fem!Reader

And just like that, he’s sent you crashing over the edge. His gaze flicks up to your face, watching as your head falls back and your mouth opens with praise for him.  

“Fuuuuck,” his words are merely whispered against your pussy but it’s enough to yank you from the waves of euphoria you are currently experiencing.

In a flash, his jaw is pinched between your fingers, forcing his moistened lips into a pout, “Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No, my queen.”

“Then put that silver tongue of yours back to work, before I punish you.”

Veiled Innocence: John Shelby x Fem!Reader

The first swipe of his tongue through your glistening folds has your head falling back and mouth parting with a needy mewl, “John...”

“Shh. Let me eat.” One heavy arm weighs down on your hips, trapping you against the counter, “Is the only thing I’ve been thinking about all damn morning.”

A contented hum vibrates against your clit as his mouth suckles on the small pearl. His middle and ring fingers have no trouble slipping into your velvety cavern. The coolness of his wedding band does little to soothe the blazing heat of your pussy. If anything, you might be tipping over the edge far sooner than you expected.

Eternal Pleasure: Eddie Brock x Immortal!Fem!Reader

There is a delicate balance in your relationship. While you could be as bloodthirsty as the symbiote, lurking just beneath the surface of Eddie’s skin, you had learned in your centuries of life that humans, though flawed, were very deserving of all protection, love, and respect. And you are certainly devoted to ensure their welfare, and in particular that of one human, Eddie Brock.

“Color?”

The man beneath you shudders as you place a kiss along his shoulder blade. When he doesn’t answer, you give a slight squeeze to the heavy cock that is within your grasp.

“Hmmm. Fu-Fuck. Green.”

“Good. So good.” You kiss his heated skin again before nipping at his ear, “Just relax, Eddie. Let me take care of you.”

Shards of Reflection: MafiaBoss!Bucky x BAMF!Fem!Reader

“Fuck, doll. Look at yourself. You look so pretty split open on my dick.”

When you don’t acknowledge his command, thick fingers grip the nape of your neck, forcing you to look at the sinful reflection in the mirror. Your eyes are trained on where you both are connected, watching as his cock disappears within your tiny battered hole.

“Buck. You feel so good. Want more.”

“Yeah? You want me to ravage your holes? You were made for taking my cock, babe.” His declaration is accented by a sharp thrust of his hips, one that has his cock hitting that oh-so-perfect spot once again.

Love on the Line: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (ft. an OC)

“Doll, this is stupid.”

“It’s not. You’re just nervous and that’s okay. I am too.” You peck his lips before turning back to the open browser on your screen.  There are listings for several different women. Rows and rows of scantily clad outfits, some lacy negligée sets and others in skintight vinyl lingerie. Below each is a description with a short bio, age, and how many years they’ve been active in this particular realm of service. Your teeth sink into your lower lip. Bucky’s apprehension has now started to elevate your own, “But if you truly don’t want this, that’s okay too. We can stop now.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try....just this one time.”

“Mhmm.” You agree, mindlessly scrolling through the offerings so as not to give indication of your looming nervousness.

“Wait. What about her?” Bucky’s hand comes to rest atop your own on the mouse, forcing you to stop and directing your sight to the woman adorned in a cobalt blue lingerie set.

Eden.

Fragments of Fertility: Sharon Carter x Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Sharon kisses you, swallowing the little moans and gasps that Steve pounds out of you. Her hands massage your sides, soothing the skin of your hips which will no doubt be bruised later.

“You’re doing so well. Isn’t she being such a good girl, Steve?”

“Fuck, yeah. Gonna give her another load, that's how good she’s squeezing me.”

“More. Mo..re,” You babble as the two of them lavish you with praise. Your brain is no longer able to form full sentences. Sharon chuckles as you collapse into her, you face nestling between her breasts.

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