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eddiemuonson · 3 months

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good partner

Summary: You get a call from Sam asking to help him and Bucky find the Super Soldiers, and get Zemo out of prison. You're still not done with your mission, but the former Winter Soldier doesn't like the idea of you around. This is mostly based on episode 4 of the show, "The Whole World is Watching". I wanted to write something light but you can request a smut.

Warning: Angst, mentions of The Winter Soldier, fluff | Word count: 4k

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

A loud thud echoed through the loft as Zemo hit his back against the hard floor. You stomped your foot on his chest and heard him grunt against gritted teeth.

"I'm in this case as well. You're just a rat who got lucky from getting out of a cell" You spat out. Both Sam and Bucky trying hard not to snort.

The baron still kept his gaze at you, holding your foot so tight you almost stumbled. He got up on his foot and wrapped a hand around your bicep.

"Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli. Hmm. I prefer to keep my leverage. I can't trust you" He locked his eyes on yours and squeezed his fingers on your skin.

You let out a dry scoff. They should've let him die in that prison. Behind your back, Sam was about to step in. Zemo had shifted his demeanor to a cold look. "You let them do it. Stay out of it".

"And who are you to say shit about what I should or should not do?" Raising your voice, he didn't flinch.

The man pointed a finger at you as a warning, still holding his damn tea cup. Only a slight second later, Bucky shattered the glass against the wall and pulled him by his collar.

"You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?" The soldier asked him. He tightened his metal wrist and you could see his shoulder grow wide.

Sam stood next to him, resting a hand on his forearm. "Take it easy. Don’t engage him. He’s just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing".

Bucky still had him in his grip. Zemo didn't hold any expression, otherwise. It was infuriating. "You want some cherry blossom tea?"

You watched as the taller man twisted his collar. "You fucking touch her again, I'll break your neck". He shoved the baron backward and left the living room.

You were surprised, to say the least. Bucky was annoyed you were on this mission with them. He thought you were actually missing a few points and messing with their plan.

But much to his dismay, Sam agreed to have you on board and didn't complain about your work. Said his partner was just being grumpy.

The former Winter Soldier was leaning against the countertop, his hands gripping tightly against the edge. You offered a glass of water, which he denied.

The Falcon was somewhere else making a call, which left you alone with an irritated soldier and a trash bag of an ex-prisoner.

"Don't let him get through your head" You whispered, standing close to Bucky. He didn't look back at you. "It's what he likes to do. Ever since the last time you engaged".

He gulped harshly, it was back when he was being accused of planning a bombing in Vienna. And then, when he was held hostage in Germany, where Zemo broke him and brought Winter Soldier back.

"I don't like him either. But it's easier if we just ignore" You tried to humor him, but he still wasn't in the mood for interaction.

"Would that work if I ignored you as well?" Bucky lifted his eyes to meet yours. He had a stupid faux grin on his face.

As soon as he didn't get a response, he walked past you and made his way back to follow Sam, leaving you alone with Zemo.

You're all gathered around as The Falcon goes through the plan again. Refusing to tag along with Zemo, you had to agree and make Bucky company.

They tracked Karli Morgenthau to a memorial service. But John Walker and his partner figured out the exact same plan. All you wanted to do was get all the serum back.

That is, if you didn't run into the shittiest Captain America while you and Bucky walked up the alley. You could literally hear him tightening his fists, his metal arm already functioning.

"Ah! How’d you find us now?" The soldier carried an unamused tone in his voice. You watched as John and his partner got closer to you both.

"You think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?" He wasn't wrong, but you knew Bucky was past that now.

The Captain motioned his head towards you, measuring you from head to toe. "New Avenger?"

You snorted out loud and cracked a laugh. Your stomach was starting to cramp and the soldier next to you watched as John held a confused look.

"She's just a partner" He shrugged. "Sam asked for her help".

"Yeah, but not just a partner. So you better not step foot on our plans" Bucky knows how much of a menace you are.

He can't disagree with the fact that you can actually start a fight with the wrong people and not fear them.

John snorted and you narrowed your eyes at him. "Yeah, right. You wanna meet Karli, there will be civilians there. There's a high risk of casualties".

"No one's asking for your opinion, Cap. Sam is gonna talk to her and reason her" You tried to face him, but his demeanor didn't go down on you.

"She blew up a fucking building with people in it. If he's in there alone with a Super Soldier, he's getting himself killed".

Bucky rolled his eyes. "He's dealt with worse".

You were waiting inside the building while Sam tried to convince Karli. John couldn't stop pacing back and forth, even Zemo seemed annoyed already.

He started complaining about how dangerous it was, but the soldier next to you made sure it hadn't even been ten minutes yet.

Already done with his bullshit, you shifted on your foot. Bucky looked at you from the corner of his eyes. You weren't supposed to be there in the first place. He knows you're highly qualified and if shit went down you'd protect yourself.

And even though he's still pissed you're there, he can't wrap his head around the fact that this could be really dangerous for you.

John almost towered over Bucky, he was deadpanning at the Captain. "This is all really easy for you, isn’t it? All that serum runnin’ through your veins".

"Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?" He tried getting into his head, but the man next to you did nothing but chuckle.

"You really don't know Sam, do you?" You chimed in and watched as John narrowed his eyes at you. "You come in here parading this new shield which, by the way, doesn't fucking belong to you and you want to dictate shit?"

By this point, he really wishes he could hit a woman. Bucky notices how John moves his body and tries to face you, but he doesn't let him.

"You better keep your distance" He warned the Captain, who took a few steps back and raised his hands in surrender.

John didn't wait five more minutes and decided to intervene in their conversation. Karli was fast enough and knocked them down before running away. You couldn't find her in the maze, but Zemo made sure to destroy the serums she had. Or he thought so.

Back in the loft, the German man was lying on the couch with a soft fabric covering his eyes. He was talking about how Super Soldiers weren't allowed to exist.

In gets Bucky as he sighs before taking his jacket off. You couldn't take your eyes off his firm body, his strong arms, and perfectly shaped abs.

You were sitting opposite to him as he was on his back, just staring at his entire body. He poured a glass of whiskey before speaking up about his suspicions about John.

"Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy" He says as he rests his lips on the rim of the glass.

"Good thing you recognize that" You let out a laugh, and he snaps his eyes at you.

Bucky rolls his eyes and speaks through the glass. "You should have a look in the mirror".

You're taken aback by his response and open your mouth, ready for retaliation, but he speaks up again. "Shouldn't have given him the shield".

Sam stood next to him and pointed a finger, but you defended him. "He didn't give it".

You're sitting on the couch with your arms crossed against your chest. The former Winter Soldier walks toward you before crouching in front of you.

"Steve definitely didn't. And you're past the point of giving an opinion here. I said this mission wasn't for you".

He was too annoyed today, that's for sure. But that didn't give him the right to be a brat with you all the time. And you should ignore him, but the bickering gets him all the time.

You lift your torso and fill the gap between your faces. His brows are furrowed. "You don't get to say what I should or should not do".

The staring lingers for a while until the new captain barges into the loft asking for you all to turn Zemo over.

"Shield or no shield, the only thing you’re runnin’ in here is your mouth. Now, I had Karli and you overstepped. He’s actually proven himself useful today" Sam walks over to him.

John tries to tease your friend before the Wakandans enter the loft. They peacefully ask to turn Zemo as well, but a fight bursts in the room.

You run towards the corner of the room behind a pillar, while the wakandan knocks the captain and his friend down. The other three men are standing there, watching him get beat up with amused looks on their faces.

"Looking strong, John" Bucky teases and you snort loudly. He snaps his head your way and grins.

The soldier tries reasoning with Ayo, but she pulls herself away from him and continues to fight against John and his partner. Both him and Sam are too busy to notice that Zemo is trying to get away.

You run after him and hold the door knobs before he can lock himself. "Where the hell you think you're going?"

"Let go, or I'll shoot you" He warns, but you paid no mind. Only then, he gripped his gun quickly before shoving you backward, locking himself.

You looked over your shoulders and watched as Bucky was kneeling on the floor, grabbing his metal arm.

"Shit" You mutter and rush to him. "Everything okay?"

He carried a different look for a slight second, almost vulnerable. He reattached his arm back. Bucky looked at you and nodded. You grabbed his limb and carefully inspected it.

"Did you know they could do that?" He was still glancing down at you. His blue eyes were soft and light. He shook his head and clanked his arm.

Later on, Zemo was still nowhere near to be found, while Sam and Bucky were pissed they missed him.

"How could you not hold him back?" Your friend was messaging a few people he knew might know about him.

"I tried. He pointed a fucking gun to my head" You snapped.

The other man sat next to you on the stool by the countertop. He let out a sharp inhale. "Was it even loaded? He could've just tricked you".

"How the fuck would I know?" Your face was millimeters away from his once again. Your breath was fanning his face and you watched as he tightened his jaw.

"Know why I hate this fucking plan? Because you had one job today and you couldn't even do it" You closed your fists and clicked your jaw at his words.

"As much as I know Sam would bow down to you and say you're a great partner. I beg to differ" He got from his seat and walked with his heavy boots against the floor toward the couch.

Your voice cut through the air with bitterness and you immediately regretted it. "Sometimes you're no different from the Winter Soldier".

He stopped his tracks and spun around. Quickly, Bucky captured your face with his metal hand and squeezed your cheeks, making you pout.

"What the fuck did you just say?" His forehead was brushing yours and you could see rage in his eyes.

"Let go of her. She's just disappointed" Sam gave you a cold look before handling his partner. He grabbed Bucky by the shoulder before the man shoved your face.

You were sitting alone in the loft during the night, trying to book a flight home. Obviously, your plan to help with the mission became a disaster, nonetheless, from the beginning you knew Bucky didn't agree on this.

He thought you couldn't keep up with the plan and he was right. You were making things worse at this point. You wanted to help them, you tracked the Super Soldiers and you helped with Zemo, but that was just it.

Now you're debating whether you should just go without warning or not. Sam is going to be pissed at the end of it. He knows you're better than that, and after what you told Bucky there's no way you can face him again.

Your friend watched you from the corner of the hallway. He knows you're hurting from what happened, you wouldn't snap like that if his partner didn't push you. Sam talked to him, but he was too angry to actually forgive you.

He didn't blame him either.

"Hey, you going to sleep or what?" Sam asked as soon as he dropped his weight on the couch next to you. He peeked through your screen and saw it. "Woah, you're not leaving right? This isn't over. I still need you. We need to find Zemo".

"You can do that without me. You did it before. Besides, he's out there because of me. And Bucky is tired of my face".

He closed your laptop, and you glanced at him. "I can do it, but I don't want to. S'why I reached out to you. And we're gonna find him, he needs us too".

"And Bucky... I think it's just his sexual frustration talking" He laughed as you gasped at his words.

"Sam, what the fuck?"

"Dude doesn't even go on dates, he's probably nervous having a woman around. He's always been grumpy, I think it's in his nature. He'll come around at some point" He grinned at you.

"That's not my problem. He keeps pushing me, I'll fight back" You didn't need to look at him to see he was definitely enjoying the playfulness.

"You guys should just have sex. This is so annoying" Sam grabbed his phone as you choked on your own spit.

"For the love of God, drop this conversation before I snap at you too".

He handed the phone to you, saying Karli was threatening his sister and his nephews. She wants to find him, alone.

He has other plans, of course. But you can't even think about accepting the idea before Bucky gets to talk.

"He doesn't need to know. I'll go with him, you meet us there".

You watched as he and Bucky fought the Super Soldiers along with John and his partner. They were beating each other up relentlessly.

One of them pulled a pocket knife and tried stabbing Bucky and you gasped. He shielded himself, dropping the object close to their face.

He had a snapped cut on his nose, and his jaw was split up. His knuckles were bloody red. Sam was in better shape than his friend, though.

You were shocked when you saw John's partner sitting unconscious on the floor. The captain rushed to him, too desperate to make any sense.

You pulled Bucky and Sam away and ran out of the building. "We gotta get the hell out of here now. He's gonna kill the kid" Your hands were shaking, and you almost tripped on your foot.

"Hey, woah. What are you doing here?" Bucky stopped in his tracks, looking back.

"Let's argue later, dipshit" Sam shouted at the soldier as you kept running.

In the loft, you asked Bucky to sit on the stool as you worked on his injuries. Starting on his nose, he hissed at the contact with the wet cloth.

"Keep steady, crybaby" You whispered and he looked up at you.

You cleaned the dried blood from his face and managed to apply some saline solution. The entire time, he kept his gaze on you. He noticed how focused you were on his injuries and how gently you managed it.

He held his hands up as you cleaned up his knuckles. They were red from all the punching, and it surprised you how he was still human besides the serum.

You squeeze his hands lightly, too embarrassed to look back at him before apologizing. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. It was a really shitty thing to say, and you don't deserve it. I was an asshole".

Bucky trailed his eyes to scan your face. He had a peaceful look. "I shouldn't have pushed you either. I was just annoyed Sam brought someone up to this mess".

"I accepted it. There's no right or wrong, I wanted to help". You were both still brushing your fingertips against each other.

"You're not bad after all" He mused and you chuckled. "I just- I don't think I can keep losing people".

You saw his raw personality right in front of you. That man who kept his serious and defensive demeanor was showing his true self. It was hard to miss it.

Your hand grasped his jawline, carefully rubbing his skin. He almost faltered. "That won't happen. I got two Avengers to protect me".

He snorted, showing his teeth when he laughed. "Should've seen that coming".

"And more than anyone else, you deserve that happiness. You just need to stop lying about your nightmares".

"How do you-" He was about to ask and you tilt your head.

"Sam and I talk. I know it's hard to erase the past. But you're James again, you're you" Your other hand is still holding him tightly.

Bucky refuses to look at you for a moment. And when he does, his eyes are glassy. "It means I remember. It means a part of me is still there. Which means a part of the Winter Soldier’s still in me".

You smack your lips. "You need to stop thinking you're making amends. You need to give them closure, be of service for them. Stop thinking like you still owe them just an apology".

He drops his head and bites his lip. You hold his chin up and force him to look at you. "You're not that guy anymore".

You were about to get closer for the hundredth time. Maybe close the gap between you and pull him in for a kiss. Not because you feel bad for him, for his past. But because you feel warmth when you're close to him.

You feel like he could hold the world above your head and fight for you.

That was when his phone started ringing. John killed that kid out of revenge.

You finally meet Sam's sister, Sarah, after he invites you and Bucky home to help him fix his boat. A lot of their neighbors are also helping. There's a gathering with food and drinks by the lake, and every kid is excited to see the soldier. They're all lining up to hang up on his metal arm.

You're watching in the distance as he and Sarah chat about something, while two kids hang themselves on his limb. He seems lighter, happy even.

He has a different look on his face. Especially after Sam finally decided to become who he was supposed to be.

Bucky walks toward you holding two cans of beer in his hand. "You want one?"

He holds one out for you, and you accept it.

"The kids love you, you know?" You speak after sipping on your drink.

"What can I say? I'm pretty charming" He leans against the wall next to you, watching as the sun sets. There's a hue of orange in the sky.

"They only like you because of your arm. Don't get too cocky" You shove him by the arm playfully and he holds your hand for leverage.

Bucky pulls you closer to his body, his chest is heaving against yours. He's taller, so he has to look down at you.

"So you don't think I'm charming?" His words are too soft, but his grip on your waist is almost tight.

"I didn't say that" You smirk and he uses his other hand to rub the pad of his thumb on your lower lip.

The moment you felt his skin against yours, it felt like everything slowed down. Even though he was desperate to finally give you the kiss he'd been wishing for, it was obvious he was too nervous.

Sam's words lingered in your head. He was definitely in need of dates and he refused to accept it. Whatever changed his mind made you realize he had a soft spot for you.

That's what made you take the first step. You finally closed the distance and crashed your lips against his. It tasted like beer. The tiniest movement of your tongue had him groaning in the back of his throat and it almost made you smile.

He slid his tongue against yours and tilted his head for better access. He wished he wasn't holding a beer right now because all he wanted to do was cradle your face and pull you in for a deeper kiss.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and Bucky faltered as you grasped his lip between your teeth. Both tongues were fighting for dominance and you shivered.

The fresh taste of beer in your mouth made his heart flutter inside his chest. His heart was racing and pounding against his ribcage and he felt like the air got knocked out of his lungs.

You both had to pull out for air, his hand not leaving your body for a second. Resting your forehead against his, you watched as he kept his eyes closed.

"I'm glad you're happier now. I can see it right through you"

"Someone gave me a nudge. And Sam is a great friend, much to my disappointment" He joked, giving your lips a chaste peck.

"He said some pretty nasty things about you the other day" You laughed as he displayed a surprised look on his face.

"Oh, he's a dead man".

"Hmm, he might be right" You sipped on your beer, watching as Bucky placed a hand on his hip.

"What was it about?" The soldier mirrored you with his beer.

Getting closer to his face, you spoke against his lips. Voice low and teasing "You'll have to find out".

You gasped as he pulled you harder against his body and kissed you again. This time, it had a different impact, he was rough and needy.

A growth beneath you brushed against your body, and you chuckled between the kiss. Bucky had to pull away from you. He lowered his head and shook it.

"I might know what he meant" He barely had time to laugh as you pulled him in for another kiss.

You didn't even have time to tell Sam goodbye. Next thing you know, you were both in his hotel room, filling the air with a lot of passion and moaning.

You woke up the next day with a weight on you. His metal arm was spread above your body.

Jesus, they needed to get blackout curtains in the bedrooms. You slightly opened one of your eyes and peeked through your lashes as you saw Bucky peacefully sleeping close to you.

A smile escaped from your lips at the thought of the previous night.

Happiness crossed your mind when you cradled his face and traced his jawline. He was definitely happy. And hopefully, soon, the nightmares would go away.

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imaginesandsmut · 9 months

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Meddle About

Pairing: Karli Morgenthau x fem reader

Summary: After staying with the Wilson’s, Karli begins to fall for y/n, the wilson’s family friend.

Warnings: smut smut smut and more smut. there is a strap and slight mention of possessiveness

Writers note: I am upset that there is like no Karli smut out in the world, my fave lesbian terrorist deserves more attention <3

Also message me if y’all want me to write anything specific.

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“Well, come and get it now, come and get it now. Baby, show me what you doing, come and turn around. 'Cause it's not just a figure of speech, you got me down on my knees, it's getting harder to breathe out” - Meddle About by Chase Atlantic

Some nights you believe you were made parties; made to be the centre of attention, the mirrorball in the middle of the dancefloor.

The Wilson family were hosting another potluck gathering, their house was filled to the brim with food, music and people, all in which spilt out from their front door and onto the docks. Houses upon houses had partaken in the festivities and the whole neighbourhood were singing songs well past curfew.

You, ever the social butterfly, found yourself in the centre of the party. You were dancing with Sam on the makeshift dance floor on the docks, singing loudly to whatever song someone had put in the playlist que.

“Do you want a drink?” You yelled over the music, still moving your body in rhythm with the song. The air was hot and thick around you, the short summer dress that revealed almost every inch of skin your had did little to cool you down.

“Get the good gin from my cooler in my room.” Sam yelled back, wildly fistbumping the air to the song.

You looked around, the bodies in the crowd blocking your view of the house and caging you in. You started pushing your way through, apologising and smiling sweetly at anyone in your way. The big doe eyes made anyone that looked at you melt instantly, falling over themselves to let you through.

Sam’s house came into your sights, the lights on and more people laughing and spilling from its doors. You moved your feet up the porch steps and through the front door, beelining for the stairs and making your way up towards Sam’s room.

You had found yourself in the quiet hallway, the music from downstairs vibrating the floor beneath her. You weren’t drunk and the tipsiness had long passed, but the buzz from being with friends and being breathless from dancing filled you with a warm fuzzy feeling of love.

Sam’s bedroom door was in front of you, beckoning you forward to the promised cold drinks that will surely cool her down.

But the room at the end of the hallway was making you feel weak and nervous.

Karli Morgenthau has been staying at the Wilson’s house for the past few months, after spending the past year or so in government rehabilitation. The redhead suffered major injuries after being shot by Sharon, gunshot wounds to her stomach and ribs. It was all in luck and the super soldier serum that she managed to survive and get back to health only a few months later.

Sam had to fight hard for Karli to be released from The Raft, a maximum security prison for all super-powered criminals. The only way he pulled strings to shorten her sentence was because S.H.I.E.L.D owed Sam many favours. Instead of putting her out on the streets to fend for herself, Sam took Karli in and has been trying to acclimate her to everyday life.

Karli, once an angry and feverish for revenge 19-year-old, was now a hollow and tired 21-year-old. She kept to herself, hidden in her room and away from everybody all day and night.

“Can you try and get her to open up?” Sam asks quietly one morning, a few days after Karli arrives at the house, before you had even seen her.

“You want me to be her friend?”

“I want you to show her that she’s not alone.”

You knew about Karli Morgenthau, knew what she did and who she was. You couldn't hate the red head for what she did in her past, knowing that she did it for the right reasons, just a terrible execution. So over the past few weeks, you have been trying to put yourself out there and invite Karli to join your little activities; shopping, reading, walking on the dock and helping you study.

Karli had fought at first, sending scowls and snide remarks towards you whenever you offered to show Karli around town or do anything together. But slowly, over time, you had chipped away at Karli’s frozen exterior and gotten her to open up slowly, even earning a smile or two. But just as quickly as it comes, it goes and Karli goes back to ignoring you.

Now, hot and buzzed from the party, all you wanted was to spend time with Karli. To hear her talk, watch her hands move over her book pages, watch her fluffy curls bounce everytime she moves her head.

You just wanted to be around Karli, even if Karli didn’t partially seem to care about you that much.

You walked towards Karli’s bedroom door, knocking on it hesitantly and waiting for any sign of life behind the door. You waited, and waited, and nothing. You huffed before opening the door, knowing that there is no where else Karli would be and she was ignoring the knocking on purpose.

“Hey.” Your voice was soft as you opened the door, very weary that you were definitely intruding in a space that you’re not allowed in.

Karli was sitting at her desk, lounging back in her chair so effortlessly. She was wearing her flannel pants low on her hips, her v-line in full view to the room. Karli’s sports bra equally leaves little to hide.

She looks up from her book, confused as to why anyone would be in her room, ready to send a snide remark but bites her tongue when she realises it was you.

“Hi.”

“You enjoying the party?” You joke, closing the door behind you and walking further into the room. You look around, taking in the sights of the band posters on her walls and books that littered the room.

Karli does speak, only grunting in response as her eyes remain on the page. It was probably a russian classic, or some sort of manifesto, another boring book to swallow her alive and keep her from the real world.

You stayed planted in the centre of the room, afraid to get closer to her but too embarrassed to leave. You watched Karli, trying to dissect her brain and figure out who the person in front of you was.

“Was there something else you wanted?” Karli was bored, almost annoyed that you were there.

Karli hated being here, in her room and in this house. She has grown a lot since her time with the Flagsmashers, understood where she went wrong and how much harm she did. But being coddled, being treated like a wounded stray dog that everyone needs to walk on eggshells around, it annoyed her to no end and made her irritable.

Except for you; out of everyone in the whole town, you were the only one that treated Karli like another person, treated her like a friend.

You were soft spoken and kind, always willing to help and lend a listening ear to anyone who may need it. Karli hated how easily she wanted to fall into you, how readily she was to become your friend and be around you.

Be in your world.

Be in your presence.

Be in you.

Karli wasn’t a virgin, she had fucked a girl here and there before her Flagsmasher days and a lot during. Many girls threw themselves at the redhead, wanting to be the one that could heal the broken parts within her. She never really felt anything for girls, pushing them into her bed and pleasuring them in every way possible. It was all so hot, heavy, and nonserious. She never wanted them to be anything more, never could have them be anything more.

But when you stood in front of her, flushed and sweaty from dancing, it made Karli want to push her over the nearest counter and fuck you sensless.

“I wanted to check in on you,” You played with the hem of her dress, “it’s not too bad out there, with everyone.”

“I’m good.” Karli lifted her hips up from the chair to readjust her pants, the movement caused you to almost choke on your spit. “You can shut the door on your way out.”

This has been the most to your interactions for the past month or so and it was making you irritated. You have tried for so long to open her up and get Karli to enjoy something in life, but all she could do was hide in her room and make you feel like an idiot. A new determination overcome you, forcing you to stay in the room and not be chased out by someone who has nothing going on in their life.

“What band is that?” You pushed yourself to walk towards the desk that remained pushed against the wall, underneath the band posters and random tickets sticky taped to the wall.

“Kyoto Kyoto.” Karli watched your body move closer to her, stopping right in front of her body but looking up at her wall. “Band from London.”

“Cool,” You nod your head like you knew them, “do you like their songs?”

“I wouldn’t have them on my wall if i didn’t?”

“Oh yeah, sorry.” You just stared up at the wall, suddenly feeling chilly in the deathly quiet room.

Karli was lounging on her chair, manspreading with her pants low on her hips and elbows on the armrests. The book lay forgotten in her arms and she looked at you next to her chair, standing up on your tippy toes to get a glance at the writing on some of the other posters. Karli couldn’t help herself, it was just a slight head tilt to the side, a slow dip of her head and she was looking up your dress. The girl next to her was oblivious to Karli’s prying eyes, taking in your butt.

Your underwear, white and lacy, did little to hide any skin of your ass.

Karli couldn’t stop herself, she was like a man starved after being away at war. She hadn’t touched anyone in almost 2 years, let alone felt the smooth skin of a woman - and you were just so pretty.

It was like her hand was moving on its own volition, a possessed limb that was determined to satisfy the need that festered within her chest.

Karli’s right hand reached out to her side and touched the back of your knee, startling you slightly and causing your body to pause - like a deer in headlights. Karli’s breath was heavy, her eyes lidded as her fingers dragged their way from the back of your knee to your inner thigh. She circled her fingers over your soft skin, dragging up higher and higher.

“What are you doing?” Your breath was ragged and heavy, voice barely above a whisper. You leaned forward and placed your hands on the table, holding yourself up as you waited for what Karli was going to do.

“Nothing.” It was an incoherent mumble, almost as if she was doing something as boring as reading her book.

Karli’s fingers were rough, covered in scars and calluses that slightly scratched you as they circled your skin. Getting higher and higher, slowly and surely. You knew that it was probably the worst idea in the world, but you parted your legs to allow for Karli to do whatever she was going to do.

It was like Karli just needed to touch her, just once, and you were a useless doll for whatever the redhead wanted. You knew that you both shouldn’t be doing anything like this with each other, and that Sam will have a fit if he found out, but your mind was nothing but a hum of chants; ‘please, please touch me. Please do something.”

Karli watched the nervous quiver of your legs and had to refrain from laughing. It has been so long since she has touched another woman, she was desperate to put her fingers to work, but you were the one acting like a needy virgin.

Sam would kill Karli if he saw what she was doing now, and who she was doing it to. He would have a conniption saying that you did not deserve to get involved with someone so obviously broken and in need of shackles. He would potentially kick Karli out for possibly corrupting such a pure and sweet soul.

Karli wanted to ruin you.

Karli dragged her fingers up your thigh until she reached your panties, hesitantly touching the damp fabric in case you decided to pull back. All you could do was muffle a small moan from the sensation, earning a chuckle from Karli as she dragged her fingers over the wet lace.

“Have you ever been touched?” It was derogatory in tone, but Karli was genuine in wanting to know the answer. Her fingers were moving slower than a snail, applying pressure slightly when she felt your clit through the fabric, circling it slowly then quickly pulling away.

A groan clawed its way out of your throat at the sensation and the question, Karli’s mean voice giving you mixed feelings about your situation right now.

“No.” It was embarrassing but it was the honest answer. You had kissed a few people, had a grope here and there from a teenage boy, but nothing further.

Karli was a little surprised and expected a slightly different answer; she's seen how many times guys stick to you, how many desperate attempts at your attention are presented to you. Though, Karli couldn’t complain, she could be the one to make you scream and beg for more, not those losers you were probably out dancing with only a few moments ago.

“How has someone so pretty not been touched yet?" Karli whispered into the air, and your full attention was focused on her low and hoarse voice. "Let me fix it, please.”

You felt Karli’s fingers run over your wet panties again, applying more pressure and practically fingering you through the fabric. Your legs buckled in pleasure, your head hung low as the only thing keeping you standing were your shaking arms on the table. Your eyes turned to your side, looking at Karli who was still lounging in her desk chair. The sight of Karli so effortlessly confident, so sure of herself and her skills, it made you quiver in anticipation and nod your head.

“C’mere then.”

You looked to your side and saw Karli had straightened herself up in her chair, her lap inviting you to straddle it. Karli’s hand had also left you, leaving a yearning to be touched again and a new desperation to be closer to the redhead.

You turned around and stood before Karli, putting your hands on the girl’s shoulders so you had support before moving to straddle her. The feeling of your already needy clit in contact with Karli’s crotch made you groan, throwing your head back slightly and closing your eyes.

Karli thought you were a dream, someone so sweet and angelic was moaning at her touch. A sense of urgency came over her, the need to have you say her name over and over so the whole house knew, so that no one could ever think about taking you from Karli.

The Flagsmasher gripped your hips and began moving you, dragging your pussy over her crotch. Your moan filled the air, if it weren’t for the party downstairs you would have been embarrassed, but being on Karli’s lap, you couldn’t think of anything else but the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

“You're so needy, huh?" Karli’s smile only widened at your loud whine, your hips moving faster over Karli’s crotch.

To shut her up, Karli gripped your hair and smashed your lips together, kissing you hard and letting you know that she needed you. She tugged on your hair, earning another moan which gave Karli an opportunity to force her tongue into your mouth, swallowing your groans of pleasure.

“Fuck, I wanted to do that long time ago.” She mumbled against your lips, looking with lust at your body before moving her lips down to kissing your jaw and neck, sucking and biting any piece of skin she could access.

“Please,” your moan of pleasure was much louder than before, “please touch me.”

“Quiet baby, you don't want us to get caught, huh? What would Sam think?" Karli whispered into your neck, chuckling at your annoyed whine. Even though Karli wanted to hear your beautiful sounds, she couldn't wait for another time when the house was empty. Karli had watched you from afar, keeping her distance for your sake and for Sam, for far too long. She can’t let you go now that she’s got a chance.

Karli pulled her head away from your neck and lifted your dress, admiring the lacy fabric that hid what she wanted to see. She used to dream about how the flimsy fabric would cling to your body, but now seeing it in person filled her with cockiness. She could do a lot now that you were here, in her room, on her lap. So many daydreams and fantasies Karli wanted to put into play.

“Stop staring and do something.” Your irritated tone was loud and clear, driving your message home as you gripped onto Karli’s curls and pressed your lips together, a messy and frenzied display of need.

“Yes ma'am” Karli joked and she dipped her hand into your underwear, using her thumb to rub your clit in circles. Her finger pushed into you not long after, earning needy pants as you tried to chase the feeling by grinding yourself on Karli’s hand.

“You look so hot riding my fingers on top of me" Karli sighed, running her other hand through your hair. Karli watches the girl with a smirk, choking on your moans and whines as she keeps her rhythm without a pause. Karli is aware that she can feel you clenching around her digits, indicating that her release is near. Karli pressed her lips back to your neck, leaving love bites in hopes to leave a mark.

“I’m gonna-” it was strained and nervous, as if you was unsure whether you could even speak at this moment.

“I’ve got you.”

It was all Karli needed to say, her own pleasure at watching you had made her fuzzy in the head too, just content in watching you ride her fingers and moan aloud into the empty room. A cord snapped in you and the tension that was rising within you had reached its climax, causing you to grip Karli’s shoulders and shudder, moaning into her curly red hair in hopes to drown the sound out. Karli’s fingers kept moving, pumping you through her orgasm.

There were a few moments of silent bliss, just you shuddering in Karli’s arms as you came, drenching Karli’s lap. But the supersoldier decided that it wasn't enough, that she needed to hear you scream. She wanted the whole party to hear it, to understand that you was hers to keep, hers to pleasure.

Before you could even process your orgasm, Karli had stood up from her desk chair and brought your blissed out body with her, keeping your legs around her waist so you wouldn’t fall. You would normally be surprised at this show of strength, but Karli was a supersoldier after all.

Still you gasped as Karli walked you both over to her bed, dumping you down onto the soft mattress. The sheets were nothing extraordinary, just blue and grey ones you would get for a teenage boy, but the look Karli was giving you as she stood in between your thighs, it made you gasp.

Karli couldn’t say anything, too numb in euphoria, and she hadn't even been touched.

“I need to fuck you.” Karli was rubbing your legs, pushing your dress up in the process. “Please let me.”

You could only nod, wanting so desperately for it to happen that all words seem to fail you. Karli smiled at the gesture and began taking your clothes off, pulling your dress over your head and unclasping your bra. She dragged down your underwear slower, wanting to see your wetness coated all over your legs and lace panties.

Karli only took off her pyjama pants, leaving her in men’s boxers and her sports bra; still, she looked hot.

Karli left you alone on the bed in favour of finding something hidden in a draw, rustling around until she found what she was looking for. You couldn’t lift her head up to see what was happening, too blissed out but horny for more. It wasn’t until you felt a hardness tap her thigh.

“What?” You sat up and saw Karli with a strap on, crawling onto the bed and ontop of you. Karli’s figure above you caused you to involuntarily buck your hips, even if the strap made you nervous.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, yeah?” Karli’s head was buried in your shoulder, moving her hips to tease the silicone head at your entrance.

“I don’t think I can take it.”

“You can.”

“What about you?” You were rambling, you hated yourself for it but the thick tension in the room was making you nervous. You wanted to badly for Karli to just fuck you, but Karli wanted to hear you speak.

“It’s double sided, baby.” Karli chuckled, kissing your lips tenderly. “I will feel everything.”

You looked down, noticing that the other end of the strap went through the front opening of the boxes and into Karli, a sight that made you choke on her own spit. Before you could even comment, Karli pushed into you.

It was slow, but the sheer length of the strap made you grip onto Karli’s back, pulling you closer so that your chests were pressed together. Karli groaned into your neck, trying to silence herself from being too loud by biting her own lip. The sensation felt painful at first, needing Karli to just stay still for a moment as you adjusted.

Karli slowly began to pump in and out of you, gauging for reactions on your face and kissing your cheek everytime you winced. Soon the pain turned to pleasure and you were whimpering and moaning for more, clawing at Karli’s back in an effort for your bodies to be closer.

“Does that feel good?" You can only groan and nod in response, Karli own sounds of pleasure filled her ears, spurring you both on to fuck each other. As Karli’s thrusting became more feverish, desperation overtook all of her senses. Karli began biting your shoulder, groping your boobs and tugging on your nipples. Her hands were all over your body, nothing was left untouched by Karli.

The redhead’s desperate touches turned into desperate ramblings, groaning into your ear and onto your lips.

"Fuck you feel so good, baby. I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you, so pretty in your short skirt. Do you know how long I've wanted to touch you, stayed awake just thinking of you moaning my name?” Karli’s thrusting grew harsher and faster, her ramblings muffled by kissing your lips. “Do you ever touch yourself at night thinking about me? Thinking about how good I’d be to you?”

“Karli!” You could only gasp in response as Karli’s free hand dipped between you both and began circling your clit again, quickening and slowing down in speed to leave you struggling. “Karli please.”

You could barely even focus on what Karli was saying as your climax built up steadily.

"Had to stay away from you even though you were so sweet and good to me; such a good girl.” Karli was still mumbling almost incoherent words into your ear, her voice breaking as she got closer to her climax. "I can’t let you go now, you feel too good to lose. Tell me you’re mine, tell me that you’re mine to have.”

"Fuck, I’m yours." You whine, nails digging into Karli’s sides as your core tightens around the strap.

It was all Karli needed to speed up her fingers on your clit and thrust you harder into your climax, equally bringing her to her own climax. You both came together, moaning into each other's mouths, then trying to silence it by sloppily kissing each other. Karli thrusted her hips a few more times to milk hers and your pleasure, both of you trembling at the overstimulation.

You kissed Karli properly now that your brain could focus on something other than Karli’s hips, hands, mouth, voice. You kissed each other for a bit more as you came down from the highs, both equally groaning as Karli pulled away and took the strap out of both of you.

You grabbed onto the nearest shirt you could find and pulled it over your head before tucking yourself into Karli’s sheets, the cologne and detergent smell that was so inherently Karli filled your senses and lulled you to sleep.

Karli put her strap away and walked back to the bed, climbing in herself and pulling you into her chest, kissing the top of your forehead.

“I’m serious, you know?” Her voice was low, it had you clenching your thighs together.

“About what?” Your voice was equally hoarse and quiet, now keenly aware of the people still in the house and possibly even right outside the bedroom door.

“I’m not letting you go, you’re mine.” Karli sounded possessive and demanding, a switch to the needy and sweet person that was just on top of you a mere minute or so ago. If you had known any better, it would have scared you. But in Karli’s arms, so content and blissed out, you felt safe. Like a blind mouse in a lion’s mouth.

“I’m yours.”

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You Promised

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Sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ - she promised she wouldn’t get hurt…

Ever since you heard about Karli's plan you tried to talk her out of it, knowing it would end up in a bit more than a few casualties. You understood her intentions but you thought she was fighting it the wrong way. You blatantly refused to help her with her plan, which resulted in many arguments.

"Why not?" She crossed her arms leaning her weight onto one of her hips.

“Karli you bombed a Global Repatriation Council facility with people still in it! How do you want them to listen when your killing their men and I'm sure as hell they won't listen to you're in jail." Your voice rose, now unable to keep calm.

“It's the only language these people speak," She shrugged, voice monotone but shaky as if she was about to cry. "Walker killed Nico-"

"Karli," You sighed, placing your head in your hands and rubbing your eyes from their exhaustion.

“How do I know they won't kill you?" You gave up with shouting and relaxed your voice as you dropped your hands to the side. Your chest felt heavy, carrying all the worry and stress for the past week. You couldn't bare losing Karli, after all, she took you in as her own when your mother died. She took care of you, made you feel loved again.

Her eyes now brimmed with tears, throat tight as she tried to supress sobs. Her head dropped to look at the ground, no longer able to look you straight in the eyes.

“Look at me," You demanded in a soft tone. "I can't sit around and pretend I'm not worried that you've potentially been shot or stabbed, bleeding to death somewhere where nobody will find you,"

A tear ran down your cheek despite you hardest effort to contain them.

“Don't let me lose another person I love 'cause I won't be able to handle it," She stared at you for a bit, taking in every bit of your body as tears of her own flooded her cheeks. She walked closer to you quickly, enveloping her hands around your neck and sniffling quietly into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her closer to you as your chin trembled.

She pulled away eventually, looking deep into her eyes.

“I promise I won't die," She whispered. You felt her breath on your face as she leaned in, gently connecting your lips with hers. The kiss was short but full of passion. A kiss that begged for forgiveness.

“Swear?" You breathed. Your arms were still around her waist and her hands caressed your cheeks, wiping tears that had previously fallen. Cold air hit your skin sending shivers down your spine as the two of you stood embraced in an abandoned building. She nodded her head, sending a small but sincere smile as she continuously rubbed her thumbs onto your face. You sighed and nodded, momentarily looking down then back up at your girlfriend's sad expression.

“I can't join you, you know?," You whispered tears threatening to fall again.

“I know," She sniffled but smiled nonetheless. "At least I'll know you'll be safe."

You reached up to interlock one of your hands with hers and pulling her out of the crumbling building.

“Why'd you have to be so stubborn?" You chuckled as the two of you walked through the alleyways towards the shelter.

“You love me really," She squeezed your hand playfully making you smile wide at her.

“You know I do,"

***

“Kar please don't," Streams of tears travelled out of your eyes as you saw Karli pointing her gun at Sam. He stood defenceless before her and you stood too far to do anything, only thing you could do is plead for her not to shoot. Just as she was about to, another round of shots was fired but not from Karli's gun. You snapped your head to where the three shots sounded.

Sharon.

You looked back at where Karli stood 2 seconds prior but she was laying on the floor, gasping for air and clutching onto her stomach.

"NO!" You screamed, lunging towards your girlfriend on the floor. "Hey hey hey," You sniffled gently, cradling her head in your lap.

"Baby stay with me," Her body was shivering from pain, trying her best to look up at you through her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)," She wheezed.

“It's okay. Stay with me please." You whispered attempting to smile.

“You promised me you wouldn't die, remember?" You caressed her cheek with she did previously at the abandoned building. Replaying and cherishing small memories that you once experienced with Karli.

“I love y- you so much,"

“No Kar don't you dare, please." Sobs involuntarily escaping your mouth and Sam was suddenly by your side.

“Please Karli," You begged stroking her skin gently. You could physically see the life draining out of her, her face losing it's colour as blood escaped her system through the three bullet holes in her stomach.

Both of you knew she wouldn't make it even if Sam attempted to get help. You held your girlfriends body as close as you could to your own, protecting her last moments alive with your entire being, whispering sweet nothings into her ears gently to make sure she felt safe.

“I love you so much," You cried, putting your nose into her hair sniffing in her scent in for the last time.

THE END

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altagraye · 3 years

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Through a Glass, Darkly pt 3

Part 3: Stolen Goods

TW: contains, SMUT, mention of child death, kidnapping, violence. MINORS DNI!

Part 1: Go ask Alice

Part 2: Adjustment Therapy

It was the next morning, the sun coming through the drapes again. Bucky was not in your room again. Karli’s words rang through your head, “He comes here every morning, you know?!” That must be where he is. You took a breather and went out to the grave quietly, no one else was up. Still you took the time to be as stealthy as possible. Everyone had a rough night, that much you knew.

You traveled the beaten pathway to the Willow, where it towered over the tiny grave. Bucky sat there staring up at the birds flying in and out of the tree. this tiny moment was so melancholically beautiful. You had a hard time interrupting it. But you needed to do that, to pay homage to the way everything fell apart yesterday. You owed him that much.

You sat down next to Bucky. “I can leave if you want me to?” you asked tentatively. Bucky drew his attention to you now, shaking his head and smiling lightly.

“You’re welcome here whenever you want, Doll. Y/N? I- wanted to apologize. It’s just that you look so much like my Y/N. I was still hanging on to that little bit of hope, you know? When you told us your story, I couldn’t take it. I- i couldn’t accept that she was really gone. But I knew, I knew from the start.” Bucky was holding back so many sobs. He sniffed and rubbed his sleeve against his eyes, hiding his vulnerability.

You grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers. Your nose began to get red, and you almost cried yourself. but you wouldn’t you had to stay strong for him.

“ You don’t have to tell me Buck-” you began to say but he interjected.

“No, you deserve to know. It’s only fair. But I'm giving you a one time warning, Doll. It’s not a happy story.” he warned tightening his grip on your hand. As an answer you returned the favor by tightening your grip as well. You gave him a small smile. He sighed out into the morning mist, long and deep. This was the first time he was telling someone about all this in a while? He’ll be reopening a deep wound that probably took this long to heal anyway. and I would be ruining all that progress.

“Just after Y/N found out we were pregnant. We stayed here. We kept the pregnancy a secret, except from immediate friends like Sam and Natasha. Shield wasn’t safe anymore, since HYDRA took over and infiltrated it from the inside. Everything went well. I had the nursery all set up, in pink, Y/N wanted me to paint Blair’s name on the crib. Because she loved my cursive handwriting.” Bucky took in a jagged breath and kept going.

“Y/N went out in the middle of the night, to get one of her cravings. And she never came back. I would have gotten it for her but I figured it wasn’t that big a deal and I was so tired I hadn’t slept in days. I should have just bit the bullet and went out and got it. HYDRA was watching me for years, and they took her. They took Y/N.” Bucky grimaced with great pain and dropped his head, his hand rubbing the back of his head. You got closer to him, hugging his arm close to your body.

“I searched everywhere for her. there was only a few months left before she was due. I could never find her. I got this package addressed to me, and. And it was a video of Y/N. Getting shot minutes after she gave birth to Blair. I couldn’t see who was the shooter, the video cut out and a second later the shot rang out and the video ended. HYDRA sent me Blair’s tiny body in a.. shoebox. She had the most beautiful h/c color, Y/N’s. The cutest little button nose, mine. I didn’t have the courage to open her eyes and look at them. God, she was so cold! I wrapped her in a pink baby blanket with her name on it. I couldn’t stop crying for hours. I just sat in that nursery and rocked her lifeless body until Sam and Nat came in and stopped me. Ever since then, I haven’t felt a damned thing. Not until I saw you, in that HYDRA base. You gave me hope again, Doll. Do you know that? You did.” Bucky looked to you, his eyes filled with tears, streaming trails down his cheeks. You were horrified by the story he told. There was no limit to the crimes HYDRA is willing to commit.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” you said unable to find the proper words to console him. He rummaged through his pocket and produced a tealight candle, placing it on the top of the gravestone. He rummaged again through his pockets and cursed in the wind.

“I forgot my lighter.” he muttered to himself. You perked up, finding the only logical solution would be to use your powers.

“Oh, I got it. here.” with your index finger, a small blue flame appeared and you lit the candle with ease, the flame from your finger dissipating at will. Bucky’s eyes widened in shock.

“Y/N couldn’t do that. Are you enhanced?” he asked trying not to stare too harshly. you smiled lightly.

“Bingo!” you answered with a certain child-like glee. He face darkened again.

“Did HYDRA experiment on you, in your world?” he asked, his eyes holding sadness again. You shook your head.

“No, I was born with this, ability.” you said. “I don’t really know much about it. but it’s mine. and I choose to use it for good. There’s just too much bad out there. HYDRA or not.” you added.

Bucky smiled back at you, “That sounds like something Y/N would say. maybe you aren’t too distanced from my Y/N?” he nudged you playfully and returned to staring at Blair’s grave.

“She wanted her middle name to be Wanda, because she took bullets for Y/N that would have killed her instead. In case you were wondering. that’s a difference from your world, right? Pietro was the one who died instead of Wanda?” he surmised. you gave him a downtrodden smirk and softly nodded your head.

The birds kicked up again, flying gracefully from branch to branch, swooping down and flying back up again. For something so tragic, Blair’s resting place really was peaceful. Maybe that’s what made it so sad? you stayed with Bucky in the silence until he was done, blowing the candle out with a silent kind of prayer.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my little one.” he said pressing his forehead to the stone.

One month later

You’d gotten quite acclimated to your new home in the relatively short time you’d been there. You found comfort in this universe’s Bucky, and he you. so much so that it was almost back to normal, almost. You two weren’t open about your rekindled relationship, not in front of Nat and Sam. No one else deserved to know even though you were pretty sure Sam and Nat could sniff you out. That didn’t matter though, what you had was yours, and you only shared it with each other.

Nothing else mattered. You’d accompany Bucky each morning to Blair’s grave, you didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk to her though. To speak to a ghost of a little soul that was never yours, that wasn’t right to do. The most you could hope for was to hope she was in a better place.

The smoldering intimacy Bucky and you had earlier, grew into full blown passion. Hot, wet, rough, and nail-scraping passion. When Sam and Nat were away on couples missions, when they didn’t need our help, and the kids were at Sarah’s house- we had a few hours to make love until they got back. We used that time wisely. You felt sinful knowing the two of you’d used places you shouldn’t have for sex-capades. It started out modest, as these types of things usually go. You’d first done it in your shared shower leaving the comfort of your shared bedroom was a cinch.

What had you feeling naughty was Bucky taking you on their kitchen counter and their couch. Now you had no idea where he had in mind to claim you. Nat and Sam had just left and you could have sworn Nat gave you a wink. Karli and Nate were with Sarah.

The two of you were caught up with your tongues down each other’s throats. Finding your way towards the kitchen. You bumped into the counters on the way there until you got the clue where he wanted to lead you. Bucky grabbed your thigh and hitched it over his ass, grinding into your still clothed form with need. Your ass scraped against the edge of the dinner table and had to break the kissing session to breathe. your breath came out in a moan, as Bucky cleared the table of it’s contents, just mail and placemats. His sweet caresses and kisses carried on to your neck, preoccupying you as he took off your pants.

Your hands went to his Henley and took it off with ease. You couldn’t stop staring at his body, still beautiful. Your hands entangled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp and tugging his hair. He lifted you by the globes of your ass and set you down on the table. He made quick work of taking his pants off, leaving only his boxers as a poor excuse to hide his prominent manhood. You laid back and waited for him.

It didn’t take very long at all, he was hungry for you. He started with a kiss, his tongue gaining entrance over your mouth. You moaned and bucked your hips against his. your moans became more desperate the lower he got, trailing kisses down your midsection, his hands slipping underneath your shirt and taking it off.

Your insides twitched, wanting him to fill you so bad. He admired your red lacy bra and underwear. He’d surprised you with it one day last week as a random gift, no special day required. Your eyes were half lidded and your cheeks red and rosy. Bucky paused taking in your heated form.

“You’re so beautiful, Doll. My pretty Doll.” The pure blue of his eyes drank you in like the merciless waves of the sea. You couldn’t move, you forgot how to, completely mesmerized by his siren’s song. He came back up to your face, wanting to steal more sloppy kisses from your tender lips. He slipped his hand into your underwear, quickly finding your core. his digits stroking your folds, making you more lustful. You whimpered from his touch, needing more of it.

He always was such a tease. You had to remind yourself that his fingers wouldn’t give you a typical shock from the cold of the metal that was no longer there. your lips parted as he sucked on your neck and inserted two digits into your messy center. your hands went to his back, raking his skin, leaving sinfully sweet scratches. This always egged him on a bit more. He growled at the touch. Just as you felt yourself tighten around his thick digits, he’d removed himself from you.

You pouted, missing the feeling of even a small piece of him being inside you. sex with him, was a spiritual experience like no other. when the two of you were one, you felt so completely whole it was indescribable. Bucky chuckled from your pouting, knowing he was charming you and making you oh so impatient.

Your sexual misery was short lived however as you felt the heft of his shaft against your sweetest parts. You made eye contact with him again, losing yourself in those damned eyes, again. Just as you were lost, he was losing himself with you too. but not in the same way he has been for all these years. he was losing himself in your beauty, feeling whole again. God, he never thought he could be pieced back together again. He’s so grateful for you.

Bucky grunted as he teased you further by raking the thick vein along his shaft through your glistening folds. he could barely resist it himself. Your chest heaved as you grew greedy and needy.

“Bucky. Please!” you pleaded, needing him to fill you up to the brim. Bucky was always a giver, no matter what universe you saw him in. You weren’t exactly sure if he was caving into lustful desires or your sweet begging. But it didn’t matter when he finally committed and pressed himself into you. Inch by sweet agonizing inch, he stretched you, getting passed the burn- Gods he left you breathless.

He started out slow and drawn out. letting his head nudge your cervix in just the right way. You were gripping him so tight, you’d be savoring just how blissful your insides clamped down on him.

“Fuck! Doll. I love you. So good for me. Ugggh. You take me so well, Y/N.” you could melt at the way he praised you. The desperation in his tone was exactly what you needed, that little something extra to pull you over the edge, to make you let go and cave in.

As he dragged almost all the way out and thrust, with all his force, back into you making sure to hit every nook and cranny he could on the way in-- you moaned out loudly, unable to control yourself any longer.

Bucky picked his pace up the moment he heard and felt your desperation. This kind of experience was a testament of trust, the both of you were completely and utterly vulnerable. Both of you were intoxicated, by the other, so love drunk on the other. You held onto him, scraping your nails down the wide canvas of his back, leaving red marks.

His rough propulsions met with the sound of slicked slapping skin on skin contact was sending you over the edge. You weren’t going to last long and he knew that just as much as you did. He kissed you again, sloppily, more dire wanting to lead you to your climax. He broke the kiss as he pistoned in and out of you, grunting as you gripped him impossibly tight. Your mind was imploding and exploding, the chemicals spreading across your brain.

As you finally teetered over the precipice you felt the euphoria spread from your dripping core through your thighs and down to your toes, leaving you shaking. Overtaken, you gripped the edge of the kitchen dinner table, your blue flames charring its surface as your orgasm peaked.

“James!” you exclaimed drunkenly- the love making spreading through you like a hot tidal wave leaving you beside yourself, truly an ethereal moment. Bucky was close too, you could feel him swell inside you, ‘Yes! please baby let me feel it, give me everything you have.’ Was all the thought you could manage as you slowly came down from your high. But the bliss was short-lived. Bucky took himself out of you before he had the chance to let his warm seed spread into you.

You didn’t want to sour the moment so for now you kept yourself quiet. Didn’t he want you like you wanted him? He loved you, so why was this so hard for him? Why did it feel so bad to give him everything and not get the same in return? In that moment you could almost cry, your emotions mixing together a stark contrast from the ecsctacy you were feeling just a moment ago. You stamped down your bitterness, bottling it up for a rainy day, keeping it your own. He huffed and grunted out as he released himself, some stripes of cum painting your skin.

You sat up and kissed him, leaning into it, your body speaking for what you couldn’t say to his face. He smiled into your lips and broke the kiss,

“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up, Doll. They’ll. Be. Back. Soon.” he stated ending his sentence unable to resist giving you sweetened pecks of chaste little kisses. Your lips spread into a smile, he was still yours after all. Right?

The two of you worked to cover up any evidence of your union, though you found it precarious to cover up the char you caused to the Wilson dinner table. Jeez, what were you thinking? This table has probably been in the family for eons. You haphazardly covered the black spot with a placemat. You can’t think of any other way to cover it. You huffed into the air.

Bucky’s hand jolting you as it snaked across your skin, caressing your waist. He kissed your hair as he embraced you in a soft hug.

“I can paint over that later. Wanna take a bath with me, Y/N?” he suggested. you smirked.

“As long as you don’t use that bar of Old Spice, I think I can manage, Cap.” you teased finding one of the Super-Soldiers’ many archaic habits particularly gross. Bucky’s lips curled into a smile and a gleam flew into his eyes.

“C’mon it’s not that bad, Doll.” he chuckled and took your hand, leading you up to the bathroom.

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Getting into the warm water, the both of you weren’t shy in sharing the bath. it was all so peaceful, the little touches and him washing your long hair for you. Insisting on it in fact. From behind the sudsy water sloshed as he embrace you. his large chest caving inward to get closer to you. his tender lips settled on your neck and he dragged your middle into him, your ass pressing against his crotch.

Even though the two of you were naked, the moment was solely chaste. it was a different kind of intimacy, a different kind of vulnerability. You liked the pressure of being against his body again. Though something you missed would always remind you that, this Bucky, was never really yours, no matter how hard you tried to play house with him. You missed the coolness of the Vibrainium against your scorching skin. You couldn’t let this go, not this time. Not when you wanted to give him the one thing he lost all those years ago.

He sighed lazily, your body rocked gently with the rise and fall of his chest, as he played with the suds on your knee. You tossed your head to the side, falling onto his beefy chest.

“Bucky?” You asked, you were scared of his answer but you needed to ask anyway. Bucky’s attention was jolted out of whatever thinking train he was on and snapped back to you. You couldn’t help but think, was he thinking of her? the one who wore your skin and your smile, the one who was completely you except for your powers?

He smiled down at you as you twisted in his grasp to get a better look at him.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked with a gleam in his eye. You looked up at him and swallowed thickly, Gods he looks so happy do you have to ruin this moment?

“Um, Why didn’t you, uh, let yourself go, earlier?” you asked being as vague as possible. Bucky's features tensed and he looked away, before giving you a peck on the top of your damp hair. He sighed heavily as if there was a heavy weight against his back.

“I can’t lose you again, y/n. Don’t you get that? Any baby we have, they will take from us. My Doll died alone, in agony. I couldn’t be there for her when she needed me. I can’t go through that again. I love you too much. I’m flattered Doll, I am but, I can’t risk losing you too.” he explained painfully the light in his eyes fading a little.

You drew back to the other end of the bath tub, distancing yourself. You were heartbroken, it wasn’t the kind of sting that had a large impact, this would hurt for a long while. You felt the heat creep up into your eyes, beginning to cry, your eyes glassing over.

“I thought I was your Doll?” you asked with a whimper. Bucky’s lips parted realizing he’d hurt you more than helped. his hand went in to cradle and caress your cheek but the two of you were interrupted by the Wilson family coming back to their humble home.

getting out of the water and toweling of the cold droplets you noticed Sam and Karli were in the middle of a heated argument. You and Bucky got dressed silently, with your backs towards each other, a rift, however small was driven between you and him. The sting of pain was still present. You let your long hair soak into your shirt, the coolness feeling nice. The two of you exited the bathroom and into the hallway.

Sam was banging on Karli’s bedroom door, locked, looking frustrated and ready to haul her out of there himself. Natasha was at the edge of the stairs, looking onward with little Nate on her hip.

Nat smirked at you. “Taking showers together now, huh? You gonna invite me to the wedding right?” Nat teased as you wrinkled your nose at her. Bucky was behind you, towering over you. For the first time in over a month you wished to be far away from him. Sam pounded his fist on the door again.

“Karli?! Open up this door right now! Or you won’t have one for a year. I can take it off these hinges. Don’t make me count! 1...2...3 and a half!” Sam was about to pound on the door again but the door was flung open, air whooshing back Karli’s hair by the force of the gust.

Sam tilted his head at his daughter. “I gave you more than enough time. It’s been a month and you still haven’t apologized.” Karli bit her bottom lip, holding back what she wanted to say, knowing it would only make it worse for her.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry.” Karli said making minimal eye contact with her father. Sam chuckled.

“It’s not me you need to apologize to. it’s Y/N. She’s right there. go ahead. And take her out somewhere nice, your paying.” Sam said leaning against Karli’s door jam as Karli ducked under her father’s arm to escape.

“What? I’m paying?! It took me two months the get what i got in my wallet! Dad?! C’mon!” Karli pleaded grumpily.

“No ifs, ands, or buts. Take y/n out or the door goes.” he confirmed tapping on the open door with his knuckle. You smiled, if your Sam could see how this Sam handled being a Dad. He’d be proud of himself. He was good at it. Karli huffed and smoothed back her hair behind her ears.

She walked up to you, making meek eye contact, “Look. I’m sorry about earlier. It wasn’t my secret to tell. I really screwed up this time. So, I’ll take you out, my treat. Anywhere you want to go.” Karli held out her hand for you to shake. it felt as if she was almost scared of you, and your reaction.

You thought tilting your head of a place you’d like to go and shook her hand.

“How about the mall? I've been dying for a new blouse.” you said semi-excitedly. Karli smiled and gripped your hand back.

“The Bayou Gem it is then.”

The truck grinded to a halt in the parking space as Karli put it in park. Nat grinned in approval,

“Very Good, we didn’t die on the way here. And no squirrels were harmed.”

the tension in the truck was palpable. Bucky and I were scooted away from each other, looking at the expanse beyond the window, when there wasn’t a neck-breaking stop from Karli. Your lips quivered a bit, was this really gonna be the thing that tore us apart? You tried not to think about it as you exited the vehicle.

It’s alright y/n, you can make the most of this. just do some clothes shopping, unwind. You tried to calm yourself down but it was so damned hard with him next to you. Even with your eyes closed, you could smell him, Bucky. You wanted to bury your face deep into the valley of his chest, hug him tight.

Karli and Nat sensed that something was wrong between the two of you but paid no mind to it. Bucky followed behind you as you followed Nat and Karli about the mall and through the shops. there was a time when you thought you were being watched, at first you thought it was Bucky but when you noticed he was in front of you looking at some leather jackets, you turned to see who was spying on you.

you shook it off, you must have been stressed out. you took a deep breath in and out. C’mon, Y/N just enjoy the time you have with them, don’t be a party pooper. You settled on a pink blouse with ruffled sleeves. Something uncharacteristically pretty, something you thought you would look good in. but most of all it was something you could see Bucky liking on you. You twirled your Vibrainium wedding ring again. unable to stop yourself from thinking of your Bucky. You chuckled at the thought of him seeing you like this.

Really? You’re going to wear pink in public? You? You missed him and had no idea how or if you could even get back to him. Gods-damn, you couldn’t even think about the other him, it made you sick. You weren’t sure on the exact moment that you knew something was really really wrong, but the screams were never a good sign.

the exits from the clothing store was all blocked, no one could get out. it was dark, the emergency lights in red and sirens came on. the cashier cowered behind her desk and pressed a button. I don’t know how but Bucky brought his shield with him, and of course Nat never left the house without a weapon.

There were civilians, that’s what you were worried about. in the distance you could see multiple shadowy figures, and you could almost feel their eyes grazing over the store. they were looking for someone, specific. if anyone can shed some light on this it was you. you grew a fireball in your palm, its brilliant blue drawing attention to yourself. you chucked it in the direction of the shadows illuminating them briefly.

a man with a rifle, dressed in all black, a mask that worked more like a muzzle, You could barely make out tufts of blonde hair on his head, he was physically intimidating. the fireball faded out and it was dark again. One of the men spoke to the mysterious one, in a language you didn’t recognize.

“найди женщину!” (find the woman!)

Nat was close by using a rack of pants as coverage. her eyebrows stitched together in confusion.

“They’re searching for a woman?” she asked her voice barely above a whisper. Gunfire erupted and racks of clothing were hurtled across the store. You looked to Nat and fir the first time you saw actual fear in her eyes. As much fear as you yourself were feeling you couldn’t let these bitches kill innocent people. you let two fireballs rise in each palm, stretched them, making them one and let the blue mass float over the civilians in the Knick of time.

Just as one of them shot, your fire deflected it and melt the bullet with ease. Your heartbeat quickened in pace and you could feel your energy fading fast. You weren’t used to protecting this many people at once. in an instant a black mass came into your vision, startling you. it was the masked man, he rose his gun to aim at you, with a slight moment of hesitation giving him a window to protect you, Bucky came and his shield blocked your vision from the masked man. a shot rang out, loud and close. The man discharged his weapon.

“Bucky? What are you doing here? Run!” you pleaded with him.

“Oh. i couldn’t let my best girl get hurt, huh?” he teased with a smile on his face. He lunged forward against the masked assailant. Bucky usually overpowered his enemies but this was different. He was dangerously evenly matched. The masked man produced a knife, flipping it without effort in his hand. the man picked Bucky up and flung him across the store, hitting the metal barricade and falling through it to the other side.

Nat came in behind you, when you felt your throat close up, the man was choking you. your blue flames dissolved into the air. Nat tried desperately to electrocute him but it didn’t work. You almost lost consciousness but used your last ounce of energy to burn through his mask. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Steve?” you said to yourself. He was staring back at you with cold and hardened blue eyes. there was no mistaking it, this was Steve. No way? Had the roles been reversed that much in this world? Something seared into my cheek, the strike of a blade swift on my flesh.

Steve brought down his blade onto Nat, she was distracted from protecting me. blood hit the floor, staining it crimson. I can’t have my friends die again. Steve kicked Nat away with a firm shove of his boot. Steve took hold of my neck again and raised me up, examining me with an eerie curiosity.

His eyes bore nothing at all on the surface but beneath you could tell there was something, he wasn’t completely lost, right? This time you were able to feel a frigidness and the familiar smell of machinery. Steve’s left arm was missing and in its place, a gruesome reminder of his time in the jaws of HYDRA.

The way he was looking at you, it was the same as if an animal was looking at prey, not ready to strike it down. A loud clang rang through the store, hitting Steve’s metal arm and returning to its wielder. Bucky. Through feeble gasps you tried to break through to him again.

“S-Steve!” you called. His eyes narrowed and head tilted slightly.

“Who the hell is Steve?” he asked in English. He’d let go of you only because Bucky was on top of him in an instant. You fell to the ground coughing and gasping loudly. The two of them struggled, entangled in each other. Harsh punches struck Bucky’s face, spreading blood across the floor.

Something in Steve had snapped. You thought you saw him recognize Bucky just for a second. But it was fruitless, It only made him bring down punch upon merciless punch. You rose your hand, your fire blocking Bucky’s face and another barrage of metal.

“Please, stop! I’ll go with you. Just don’t hurt him.” you pleaded with the predator before you, if he had an ounce of what he was left in him, you hoped he would listen to you.

“Y/N, Don’t!” Bucky begged through garbled speech, his mouth full of blood and pain.

“Солдат. Цель миссии. Возьми женщину живьем!“ Commanded one of the masked men who now you recognized to be a HYDRA agent.

(Soldier. Mission objective. Take the woman alive!)

Steve growled and put firm pressure on Bucky’s leg, with a loud snap Steve broke his leg. Bucky yelled out, defeated, and unable to help.

Steve walked over to you and his arm punched the air out of your lungs. He threw you over his shoulder. The last thing you remember was Bucky’s pitiful pleads.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch her! Steve! God-Dammit!”

Your long hair swayed with Steve’s movements out of the store, joining his other HYDRA members. You couldn’t hold onto consciousness, as the cold soldier took you from your family, from your home. Now you were nothing more than stolen goods.

end pt 3.

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-I’m really sorry this part took me so long-

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candyland-xblade · 3 years

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I’m thinking on opening requests for one shot/drabbles. I’m a little out of practice and I don’t normally post here, but I’m wanting to get back in the game. Below are my rules:

- I will try to make them one shots, but they may end up being drabbles.

- They will be 13+ unless requested otherwise.

- Character x reader stories are my forte, but I can do character x character if requested.

- I’ll won’t post your name if you don’t want it. I’ll put you as ANON.

- My stories involve swearing. Request if you don’t want swearing in your request .

- Song fics are an option, I just need to listen to the song a few times before starting.

- Romantic, platonic, and enemy stories are all options.

- I’ll write fluff and smut. I can try angst, but only to a certain point.

- Fandoms and characters are listed below.

- Other characters and fandoms may be difficult for me, but I’ll try.

Marvel:

- Tony Stark

- Steve Rogers

- Loki

- Bucky

- Sam Wilson

- Karli Morgenthau

- Helmut Zemo

- Peter Parker (any of the three)

- Vision

- Scott Lang

- Jimmy W💫💫

- Deadpool

- John Walker

- Natasha Romanoff

- Wanda Maximoff

- Darcy Lewis

- Monica Rambeu

- Agatha Harkness

- Nebula

- Gamora

- Mantis

- Negasonic Teenage Warhead

- Collosus

- Venom

- Eddie Brock

- Sylvie

- Mobius

- Ravonna

- Morbius (after I see the movie)

- Harry Osborn (I’ll write for either Raimi or TASM)

- All No Way Home villains (Norman, Otto, and Curt mostly, but I can branch out and do the others.)

- Superman

- Wonder Woman

- Batman

- Harley Quinn

- Emily Locke

- Roman Sionis

- Red Hood

- Joker

Sanders Sides/Thomas Sanders:

- Logan Sanders

- Roman Sanders

- Patton Sanders

- Virgil Sanders

- Janus Sanders

- Remus Sanders

- Detective Sanders (I call him DeLancey)

- “Don’t Make Me” prince (I call him Richard)

- Salior Sanders

- Warrior Thomas

- Remy Sanders

- Emilie Pichani

- Thomas Sanders

- any vine characters

Star Wars:

- Anakin Skywalker

- Darth Vader

- Obi-Wan Kanobi

- Padmé Amidala

- Qui-Gon Jinn

- Mace Windu

- Yoda

- Luke Skywalker

- Leia Organa

- Han Solo

- Darth Vader

- Din Djarin

- Grogu

- Cara Dune

- Jango Fett

- Commander Cody

- Boba Fett

- Fennec Shand

- Rey

- Finn

- Poe Dameron

- R2-D2

- C-3PO

- BB-8

Egos

(Still need to get used to these characters, but I’ll write them.)

- Darkiplier

- Antisepticeye

YouTubers:

- Jacksepticeye

- ItsAlexClark

- Azzyland

- Gloom

- Thomas Sanders

- Markiplier

- Athena P

Five Nights at Freddy’s:

- Toy!Chika

- Glamrock!Freddy

- Glamrock!Chika

- Bonnie

- Chicka

- Freddy

- Foxy

- Monty

- Roxy

- Purple Guy

- Springtrap

- Marrionette

- Ballora

- Vanessa

- Vanny

- Gregory (I will age him up if you want a romantic story)

Other:

- literally any Disney princess

- some Disney Characters

- Some Avatar: The Last Airbender characters

- absolutely no Harry Potter characters

- Nathan Drake (UNCHARTED film)

- Blue Shirt Guy (Free Guy)

- DUDE (Free Guy)

- Mavis Dracula (Hotel Transylvania)

- Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

#loki #marvel #thomas sanders #avengers #disney #the avengers #markiplier egos #jacksepticeye egos #youtuber egos #septic egos #sanders sides #character x reader #character x y/n #y/n #free guy #hotel transylvania

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rivers-rambles21 · 3 years

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The one with the flipping

Part 10 of The one where Bucky has a cute neigbour series!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader (f)

Summary | Reader and Bucky become friends after he saves her from a creep in their apartment building. Each chapter explores a different point in their friendship - very slow burn!

Warnings | 18+ only, Smut in later chapters (this is a slow burn), swearing, unprotected sex, oral sex, (later chapters)

We’re starting to see more from The Falcon and The Winter Soldier - there are some bits taken from the show to help shape the story.

We’ll also be seeing Y/N & Bucky texting whilst he’s away

It didn’t feel right with Bucky away. Although he’d only been gone for just over a day you felt the void he left. Over the past few months you’d become inseparable, seeing each other every day - whether it be hitting the gym together, cooking or just hanging out.

After coming home from yet another terrible day at work, you wanted nothing more than to open a bottle of wine and binge watch TV with Bucky who was undoubtedly now your best friend.

You were two glasses in when you heard a banging outside your apartment door.

Stepping out into the hallway you were greeted with two cops hammering away on Bucky’s door, nearly breaking it clean off. “Excuse me, can I help you?”

Both officers quickly spun on the spot and reached for their guns, stopping when they saw you were on your own. “Do you know the man who lives here?”

“Yes, do you?”

“Ma’am do you know where he is?”

“No I don’t” You lied, not trusting the two men infront of you.

One of their radios suddenly turned on “-he’s is now in custody in Baltimore”

Both cops nodded to one another before turning back to you. “Nevermind ma’am”

You watched as they left as quickly as they arrived before running back into your apartment, grabbing your phone and frantically calling Bucky. You tried a few more times before stuffing your wallet into your purse and heading for the door.

Fortunately you managed to catch a last minute flight to Baltimore after confirming with the police precinct they were holding him in . You hadn’t thought twice about going to him, your heart ached at the thought of him being confined to a cell, trapping him like an animal.

After paying the cab driver your fare, you sprinted into the precinct heading straight for the desk.

“Hi, you’re holding my friend Bucky - I mean James Barnes.” You panted, tired from the sprint to the officer behind the desk.

“Who the hell are you?”

Turning around, you came face to face with someone you instantly recognised. “Falcon” You grinned, a little bit star struck at meeting an actual Avenger.

Sure Bucky was one too but to you he wasn’t some superhero on the evening news who fought aliens and terrorists, he was just Bucky - your friend who stole your food and listened to your never ending rants.

Realising you hadn’t answered his question, you continued. “I’m Y/N, a friend of Bucky’s.” You extended your hand out to him which he shook.

“Sam” He replied, releasing your hand from his.

“The one who believes wizards are real” You joked, trying to remove the tension.

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told the cyborg, a wizard is a sorcerer without a hat!”

“Uhuh” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Have they said when they’ll let him out yet?”

Sam gestured you to the seating area and sat down. “Once his therapist arrives they’ll let him out.” You sat in comfortable silence for a few moments as the busy precinct bustled around you, cops and civilians passing through constantly.

Sam was the first to break the silence.

“Do you want to watch a funny video?”

The first time you watched the video of Bucky jumping out of the plane you were worried sick he’d hurt himself with his terrible landing. But by the fifth time watching it you’d found it hysterical as you laughed along with Sam as you watched the video over and over again from different angles to kill the time.

Reluctantly, you left the waiting area and headed to the restroom to relieve yourself. When you came back you were stumped to find Sam wasn’t where you’d left him.

“Excuse me, do you know where the man that was sat there went?” You asked the officer behind the desk.

“Therapy session” She replied, pointing towards the double doors before returning back to furiously typing on her computer.

“Thanks” You muttered before returning back to your seat, patiently waiting.

You didn’t have to wait for long before Sam came back with an annoyed look etched across his face. “He’ll be out in a minute” he said as he passed by you, heading for the exit.

With a sigh of relief you stood from your seat and adjusted your clothing as you watched the door with eager eyes.

The moment you saw him through the small windows you felt all the stress and anxiety of the day seep out of you as you saw he was relatively okay.

Bucky must have been distracted as he didn’t notice you standing in front of him until his eyes landed on you, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“Hey Buck”

“Doll what are you doing here?” He asked as he strode over to you, pulling you into him in a tight hug, your face pressed against his warm chest. Your arms wound around his back, pulling him in closer, his scent overwhelming your senses. He left a kiss upon your head before pulling back slightly to look down at you, searching for answers.

“Cops came to your apartment looking for you, and then I heard they’d got you and I just panicked. Are you okay?” Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hand, your thumb stroking his soft cheek.

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he opened them again, suddenly aware of where you were.

“C’mon lets get out of here.” Taking your hand in his, he led you out of the station and into the fresh evening air.

A shiver ran down your spine as the cold air hit your bare arms. In your rush to go after Bucky you’d foolishly foregone a jacket.

Instantly noticing your discomfort, Bucky dropped your hand and shrugged his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders, the leather swamping your form.

“Thanks” You said shyly, Bucky merely smiled back at you in response.

“Well I feel better” Sam’s voice broke you out of the moment as he walked up to you both. Bucky opened his mouth to respond before being interrupted by the sound of a siren and flashing lights.

“Gentlemen!” You recognised the voice from the news - the Captain America knock off. “Good to see you again.”

You felt Bucky's hand slide down your arm to grasp your hand once again as he walked towards the imposter, angling you behind him.

“Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that.”

“So what do you got?” Sam asked, rolling his eyes.

“Well the leaders name’s Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.”

“They geotagged a location then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe.”

“We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps.”

“Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since The Blip so I guess you’ll have to look real hard.” If it wasn’t for present company you’d have rolled your eyes at Bucky’s sarcasm.

“Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?”

“Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?”

“No we don’t know Bucky. It’s only a matter of time before we find out”

“Things are really intense for you, aren’t they Walker” Your lips twitched as you fought off a smirk.

“Take it easy. Look Walker’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys have rules of engagement and all kinds of authorisations you have to get. We’re free agents. We’re more flexible. So it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.”

You all turned to walk away, Bucky squeezing your hand as you did before fake Captain America stopped you in your tracks. “A word of advice then… stay the hell out of my way.” The two men turned and began to walk before Walker stopped again. “Nice to finally meet you Y/N”

You felt Bucky tense as he turned back to the two men, his eyes glaring at them. Gently, you squeezed his hand and tugged his arm, pulling him back towards Sam, not bothering to respond to dumb and dumber. Looking down at you, he sighed before complying.

With one last glance behind, you raised your hand as though to wave before smirking and flipping them both off instead - earning a chuckle from Sam.

A few blocks later, Sam hung back to give you and Bucky a moment alone.

“I can’t believe you came for me doll” Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off you, he kept switching from rubbing your arms to keep you warm and tucking pieces of hair behind your ears. After the day he’d had you was a welcome sight, reminding him that not everything in his life was terrible.

“Of course I did” You replied, confused as to why he would even doubt it. “I’d do anything for you.” Your confession came as a shock to both of you. You weren’t quite sure as to why you voiced your feelings, maybe it was the day of stress finally getting to you, or the realisation what Bucky and Sam was up to was dangerous and you feared losing him. But regardless of your reasoning, you didn’t regret saying it.

Bucky's breath hitched as his blue eyes searched yours, looking for the moment where you’d crack a smile and make a joke out of it. But that didn’t happen.

Gently, Bucky leant forward and pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “I don’t want you getting caught up in this doll.” His right hand cradled the back of your head as his eyes sought yours, trying to memorise every part of your face, committing it to memory.

“I’ll stay out of it, I promise. I just couldn’t bear the thought of you caged up again-” Your voice had become erratic as you processed the days events. Bucky pulled you into another hug, silencing you as he did, his metal hand rubbing up and down your back.

“I’ll be fine y’know that right? But I have to stop these people Y/N, the serum can’t end up in the wrong hands. I need you to trust me, to trust I know what I’m doing.”

You merely nodded in response, too caught up in the feeling of being in his arms.

Bucky pulled away from the hug and stroked your cheek, wiping away the tears you hadn’t realised had fallen. “Cmon, where’s that smile?”

You couldn’t resist his boyish charm and smiled back at him, although weakly.

“Attagirl”

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice (Sam Wilson x fem!Reader) | Chapter 2: Apple Pie

Summary: Being best friends with Sarah Wilson was simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing you’ve ever experienced. You felt at home with the Wilsons, and helped raise Sarah’s children after her divorce and the Snap. But harboring feelings for her brother, Sam, and not being able to do anything about it hurt more than it should. When he comes back home between leads on Karli Morgenthau, with Bucky in tow, you can’t help but feel a spark of hope.

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Author’s note: It’s been a bit of a wait, but it’s here! I love writing the reader and Sam’s dynamic, and how they fit together so well. Just one more chapter to go after this one, and their story will be complete 🥺 Enjoy!

Warnings: food, mutual pining, smut (semi-public, unprotected) - 18+ ONLY

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Sunlight streamed through the windows, golden beams striping across the counter where you and Sam stood, preparing apples for a pie. You had wanted to try out a new pie crust recipe, and had picked up more apples than you’d intended at the farmer’s market. It was funny how life worked out like that sometimes, like the universe was telling you to do what you love.

Sam’s arm brushed against yours as he placed a peeled apple onto your cutting board, the touch sending electricity up your arm. You weren’t sure why he was standing so close when there was plenty of space, but you didn’t want to complain. After all, this was the closest you’d ever get to being with him. Even if it had to end, you couldn’t help but imagine an alternate timeline where you and he were baking together because you loved each other.

“Those apples are gonna cook if you keep staring that hard,” Sam teased, bringing you out of your reverie. “What are you thinking about?”

You shrugged, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your face. “Nothing important.”

“It didn’t seem like it was nothing important,” he said softly, glancing at you. His breath caught as the light graced your face just right, highlighting your features with gold. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You nodded, adding the sliced apples to a bowl. There was something you wished you could tell him, but it wasn’t just anything. It could ruin everything. “I know.”

With Sam and Bucky around, it was getting harder to hide your feelings. You knew that, Sarah knew that, and maybe even Bucky knew. Bucky was sweet, a gentleman at his core. He knew how to flirt around, but you weren’t quite enamored enough to fall for him. The man beside you was your perfect match, or so you hoped.

The sound of footsteps approached from behind.

“Whatcha making there, sweetheart?” Bucky asked, leaning into the small space between you and Sam. His broad frame nudged Sam out of the way, making the other man frown. “Anything I can help with?”

“No,” Sam said bluntly.

“We’re just making an apple pie for later tonight,” you answered, giving him a small smile. But as much as you liked the warm feeling of being close to another person, you already missed Sam. “And no, Sam and I should be able to get everything done ourselves. It’s just a couple more steps and then we’ll bake it.”

Bucky hummed in understanding, walking around to your other side, which allowed Sam to begrudgingly settle back next to you. “Are you sure? I’m pretty good with my hands…”

You let out a huff of laughter, shaking your head. “I’m sure you are, but we have everything under control here. Besides, you’re a guest.”

At last, Bucky relented and backed away, watching Sam amusedly. “Don’t have too much fun without me, kids.”

When Sam sighed in relief, you looked over. “You alright, Sam?”

He chuckled softly, bracing his arms on the counter. “Yeah, I just find it funny how the abominable snowman comes to Louisiana and woos all the women in my life. I should’ve known that was gonna happen.”

Although he had a fond smile on his face, the spark was missing from his voice. He sounded almost sad.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite.”

Sam froze, dumbfounded. But then, beaming, he turned and pulled you into a tight hug. His strong arms wrapped around you and held you close as he swayed back and forth, laughing softly with you. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms tightly around his waist, resting your cheek against his chest. “I better be your favorite,” he teased. You thought you felt a gentle pressure against your temple, but you were too caught up in his scent of seawater and oranges to care. “I knew you first.”

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“Sam?” you called, stepping onto the boat. In your hands was a tupperware with a slice of pie, the ice cream half melted and pooling at the bottom. After helping out, he’d gone to the docks to keep working on the family boat; he’d mentioned something about the engine needing to be fixed. So, you figured that you’d surprise him with his favorite dessert.

“Over here!” he replied, coming back up to meet you. The sleeves of his shirt were pushed up to his elbows, drawing your eyes to his muscular forearms and strong hands. “What do you have there?”

It took you a moment to realize that he asked you a question, making heat rush to your face. “Dessert. Well, a snack for you. You’ve been working all evening, so I wanted to make sure you had something to eat.”

You settled in the cockpit of the boat, basking in the familiar room.

“Okay, miss fairy god-baker,” he said, sitting down next to you. “Why don’t you take the first bite? You deserve it, of all people.”

Knowing he wouldn’t relent until you took a bite, you scooped up some of the crust, soft apples, and ice cream and slipped the fork into your mouth. The pie was still slightly warm, the apples spiced with cinnamon and a hint of molasses from the brown sugar and the ice cream cool and light on your tongue. The crust was just right, not too crumbly and not too sweet. You hummed in satisfaction, smiling sheepishly as you realized you’d just made a sound.

“How is it, baby?”

“It’s sweet,” you answered, assembling a bite for him. “Do you want to try some?”

You didn’t pay much attention to his low hum of affirmation until you glanced at him and saw he was watching you with a small smile.

The next few seconds were a blur as he leaned in and kissed you, lips melding against yours.

He tasted sweet, and you couldn’t help but set down the container so you could scoot closer. A shiver ran down your spine as his arms wrapped around your waist and held you. The warmth from his body surrounded you, bringing with it a peacefulness that you never knew you missed. It felt...right. Like your missing puzzle piece had finally clicked into place. Like you had found your home.

When you finally parted for air, Sam let out a chuckle. “You’re right. You’re very sweet.”

“I-I don’t understand-”

“It’s you,” he murmured, cupping your cheeks and kissing you sweetly. “It’s always been you. I’m tired of waiting and doubting myself. Doubting us.”

“I’ve wanted this for a very long time, Sam,” you began, your words soft between the kisses. “I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”

You often wondered what your life would’ve been like if you’d faced your feelings earlier. Would you be married? Would you and Sam have had a family? So much time had passed, it wasn’t hard to imagine the different ways your life could’ve gone.

A wave of anxiety washed over you. What if he didn’t really want you? What if you were just a distraction from his work? Part of you screamed to control yourself and consider the consequences, but another part of you told you to give it a chance. After all, it was Sam; he cared deeply and saw the best in everything. Maybe you could do the same, for once.

You had waited long enough. He had waited long enough.

“I want you too, honey,” he said, hands slipping down to guide your hips towards him. “Come up, baby.”

Your face burned as you realized what he wanted, but you couldn’t help shuffling closer. There was no doubt that he was strong; years of physical training had done him well. But nonetheless, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. “I-I don’t want to squish you-”

“You won’t, baby,” he replied, groaning as you kissed him deeply. “I want you on top of me. Let me hold you...please.”

Unable to resist, you climbed onto his lap. Your arms went around his neck so you wouldn’t slide off; not that you were going to. Sam’s hands rested respectfully on your waist, pressing gently to keep you close. You never quite realized how big they were until then; those were the same hands that tickled you back in high school, held yours during dances, and saved the world.

His lips were as soft as you imagined, the years of holding out and waiting poured into each movement. Your hips involuntarily started shifting against him, making him groan softly. A soft laugh escaped your lips as he encouraged your movements. It wasn’t long until you felt him pressed against your core. Though, you’d have been lying if you said you weren’t affected yourself. Every movement stoked the flame in your lower belly, reminding you of just how long you’d been dreaming for this moment.

“I need you,” you gasped, shuddering as his lips trailed down your neck. “Sam…”

“I know, baby,” he soothed, his fingers tracing the top of your pants. “I need you, too. Do you want this? I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you answered, tugging at his hands so he would take them off faster. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you.”

“I want you, too,” he said, his voice like velvet. “I’ve dreamt of you for so long.”

You were glad there was no one around as you stepped out of your pants and pulled off your shirt and bra. The change in temperature made you shiver, along with the sight of Sam undressing himself.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mused, watching with hooded eyes as you straddled his hips. Your hips fit against his perfectly, nestled against him. Without the barrier of clothing, you could feel everything, from his soft skin to his rippling muscles. The only way that it could’ve been better was if he was inside of you.

You reached down and stroked his length slowly, rubbing your thumb across the tip. A soft laugh left your lips as he gasped your name and bucked his hips into your hand, clear fluid beading at the tip. If you weren’t on a boat, you would’ve taken more time to taste him. But that could be saved for later, when you and Sam were home.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured, leaning in for a kiss. Once you felt his lips against yours, you knew you were done for. No one could take you away from him. “Are you ready?”

“I think a better question is, are you ready?” he mused, slipping his hand down to rub slow circles on your bundle of nerves. A smirk appeared on his face as he found you slick and pliant, the tips of his fingers shining with your arousal. “Next time, I’m gonna make it up to you. We have years to make up for, babe.”

A gasp left your lips as the head of his cock slipped into you; it was thicker than you’d expected. You could tell he was going to fill you perfectly, grinding against all the areas that made you moan.

The touch of his thumb against your clit made sliding down on him easier, each flutter of your walls letting him go deeper. By the time he was seated fully inside you, you were a mess. Your breaths were shallow and your hands roamed his chest.

Your breath caught in your throat as you started moving, lifting your hips before sinking back down.

Sam couldn’t seem to get enough of you, his hands roaming your body and squeezing and caressing until you felt like you were going to combust.

“Sam, please,” you moaned, bouncing on his cock. Every time you sank down, he ground against that sensitive area inside you. You dripped down his length as you slowly lost control, your arousal collecting at the base until it looked like he was leaking out of you.

You moved against each other with an indulgent drag, as if everything was going to turn to dust again. The life you shared was a gift, one that you no longer wanted to waste. You wanted to spend the rest of your years with him, wanted to have his children. Just the thought of him filling you made you clench so tightly that you had to stop, hovering on the precipice of ecstasy.

As you sank back down, you were pushed over the edge.

Sam’s name left your lips as you came, swirling your hips for more friction. Beneath you, Sam reached his peak as well, pulling you down so he stayed buried deep inside. Hot ropes of his seed painted your walls, filling you with a warmth that you’d never felt before.

He kissed your neck as you both shuddered in each other’s arms.

Eventually the sharp burn of pleasure settled into a soothing glow, as if everything was right in the world. You stayed on top of him for a few minutes, savoring his warmth and the fullness inside you. Soft murmurs of his name left your lips as Sam kissed down your neck and mouthed at your tits. “Sam, baby…”

“You’re so amazing,” he said, voice soft. Trailing kisses back up until he reached your lips, he murmured, “I love you so much.”

Those three words made your heart skip a beat. You never thought you’d get to hear those words, much less say them in return. They were always a late night fantasy, a makeshift reality that you could fall asleep to.

You no longer needed to fantasize.

Tears pricked at your eyes. “I love you, too. I have for a very long time.” You kissed your boyfriend deeply, committing his touch to memory. “Let’s go home.”

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