#bucky barnes x Latin reader

[inkedmetanoia]

So as a Latina, seeing Namor coming into the Marvel story has been quite an experience for my household. We are SOOO excited. With this it made me even more motivated to start a fanfic in general. There’s a story that’s been slowly growing in my mind but idk how many people would actually read it. I want to write a story placed in the time of Bucky in Wakanda. Basically a AU-esque story. Bringing in a major love story for him in the form of an Aztec history. I think it’s important to integrate SOME Latin culture in such a big fandom considering it hasn’t been done too much or the right way For the fanfic community. Maybe one day I can share it with you all!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction #winter soldier #bucky barnes x latinxreader #bucky barnes x Latin reader #fanfic

[tarrenterror25]

I'm not at a tejano club.

I'm not daydreaming about taking/teaching that very yt man dancing to some cumbia or bachata.

My thirst is satiated.

#these are lies #alfred pennyworth #Alfred pennyworth gotham #Alfred pennyworth batman 2022 #harvey dent #two face #bruce wayne #batman #bucky barnes #steve rogers #latin reader #latina thoughts #x latina reader #latina

[literaryavenger]

Meet The Guardians Of The Galaxy

Summary: The Avengers meet the Guardians of the Galaxy for the first time.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: I'm not sure what this is, but I was just thinking how it might go if the Avengers met the Guardians of the Galaxy. It started with the reader cooing at Groot and Bucky being jealous and this is what came out, lol, hope you like it! Needless to say, this doesn't follow the MCU timeline, like basically all of my other stories. Don't ask me how Thor knows the Guardians, the bitch just do. I also just needed Bucky fluff, like always, and I'm really happy how it turned out! Like always I appreciate asks and messages and am always up for it if you have any ideas.

Masterlist

By this point you’re very aware that there’s life on other planets, that the universe is a place much bigger than you ever imagined. Working with the Avengers allows you to see so many things that you never thought could possibly even exist.

Super soldiers, superheroes, enhanced individuals, even Thor himself is a demi-god from literally a different planet.

This particular demi-god is the reason why today you and the rest of the team find yourselves in the common room of the Avengers Compound, a spaceship casually parked in your yard.

They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket, Nebula, Drax and Mantis, literal aliens currently bickering amongst themselves because they came to earth to visit Thor the wrong day, resulting in Thor not being home for their arrival.

"Is that a plushie?" you ask, a little confused, pointing at a little teddy bear-like thing on Quill’s shoulder and effectively ending their search for who is at fault for their mistake.

He looks even more confused than you and asks "What the hell is a plushie? This is Groot, he’s a Flora Colossi."

You decide, for my own peace of mind, to ignore the latin and instead focus on the cute little thing on his shoulder who is now moving and looking at you weirdly.

"I am Groot." he says in the cutest voice ever.

"Oh my god, you're just adorable!" You say, reaching your finger out for him to hold, freaking out at his cuteness.

"I remember when you used to talk to me like that…" you hear Bucky mumble behind you, which makes you laugh and, with your attention still completely on Groot, you tell him "God, you really are a needy bitch, Barnes." at which everybody laughs.

"Yeah? And you’re just a bi-"

"Hey!" you basically yell, interrupting him and startling Groot.

"I’m kidding!" he quickly says, putting up his hands in defeat. With one last glare at Bucky, your attention turns back to Groot.

"I am Groot!" he says again.

"I know honey, you said that." you tell him.

"I am Groot." he says, yet again, at which Sam answers "Yeah, you’re Groot, got it."

Groot says "I am Groot." again and, before Sam can say something that you're sure is gonna be very rude, you turn to the Guardians and ask "Why does he keep saying that?"

Rocket is the one to answer "Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to I and am and Groot. Exclusively in that order."

His answer leaves you all a little dumbfounded but again, for your own sanity, you all seem to decide to let it go.

Instead Bruce asks "So how do you understand him?"

"We speak Groot." Nebula says like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"How can you speak ‘Groot’ if he says literally the same three words, in the exact same order, in the same way every time?" Tony asks, starting to get a little frustrated, probably because the genius can’t do something that seems to come really easy to a bunch of space idiots.

"We manage." Quill simply says.

At this point Groot reaches his little hands towards you, signaling that he wants to be picked up, so, before Tony can make any sarcastic comment, you look at Quill and ask, excitement clear on your face "Can I?" while pointing at an awaiting Groot.

"Sure." He says, and you very carefully pick him up and put him on your shoulder.

"Be careful not to move too fast, he’ll hold onto your hair for dear life." Gamora warns you.

"Noted." you say giggling a little when Groot sticks his tongue out to Gamora, then she does the same to him, making everyone else laugh too.

"Buck, look how cute he is." you coo at Groot who's playing with your finger.

"’s not that cute…" he says quietly but you hear him, and apparently so does Groot because he says "I am Groot." in a very annoyed tone that prompts a chorus of whoas and protests from the guardians.

"The acorns on you, kid!" Quill says, and everybody just knows he said some really bad words to Bucky.

"Who even taught you that word?!" Rocket sounds like an exasperated parent.

"I am Groot."

"What do you mean, Drax taught you?! WHY WOULD YOU TEACH HIM THAT?" 

"The small tree asked." Drax says unbothered.

"Just because he asks doesn't mean you have to teach him dirty words!"

"How was I supposed to know that?"

"It's really common sense, Drax." Gamora interjects, calmer than Rocket.

"I am Groot."

"See, even Groot knows you don’t have common sense, Drax, that’s why he asked you." Quill says.

"I am Groot."

"I am not stupid, tree!" Drax glares at Groot.

"See, he’s not cute. He’s a disrespectful little shit!" Bucky says, also glaring at poor Groot.

"I am Groot." the guardians snicker, leaving the rest of you confused.

"What? What did he say?" you're too curious not to ask as Groot is now glaring back at Bucky.

"He said he doesn’t understand how a sweet person like you is with someone like him." Nebula translates, earning some gasps and snickers from everyone else too.

You look at Bucky trying hard not to laugh and he looks like he's about 5 seconds away from murdering Groot.

He takes a step towards you but Groot, still on your shoulder, makes the cutest little growl and starts flinging one of his arms around in Bucky’s direction, the other one holding to your hair so as to not fall.

"Oh, he’s ready to fight a bitch." you say unable to hold in your laughter any longer and the others follow you.

"What?" you turn around and Drax is giving you a confused look.

"What?" you say, calming down from your laughter.

"I do not understand. He does not resemble a female dog." he looks at Bucky and then back at you.

"He- I don- What?" you’re as confused as you’ve ever been, everybody else’s faces mirroring your own.

"His people are completely literal, he doesn’t understand metaphors." Rocket explains.

"Oh… fun." Tony says, still a little confused.

"Is it though?" you hear Gamora mumble, before Mantis starts giggling.

"It is!" she says with the joy of a kid on christmas morning.

"It’s really not." Nebula says casually, and from that the Guardians start bickering amongst each other.

You look at Groot who’s still on the warpath with Bucky and then at Rocket, the only one not saying anything.

He meets your eyes and simply says. "This is what I gotta live with."

"Oh, poor little racoon." you coo at him while laughing and that seems to stop the bickering.

"Hey, I am no racoon!" Rocket tells you defensively.

"I am Groot." Rocket groans and Quill snickers.

"Groot’s right, he’s a trash panda." he says knowing the people of earth will know why that’s funny.

Some of the Avengers laugh, but you gasp trying to hide your amusement for Rocket’s sake.

"You know, you might be right, Buck. He’s not that cute and innocent after all." you turn to your boyfriend, who gives you a slight pout.

"I’m cuter than him, right"- he asks you with those puppy eyes he knows make you melt.

"Aww, of course you are, baby." you give him a kiss on the cheek, almost forgetting about Groot on your shoulder until he talks again.

"I am Groot." the Guardians “aww” and coo at him but before you can ask, Mantis explains. "He says he understands now why you’re together."

"He says he can see how much you two love each other." Gamora finishes.

You smile at Groot and he smiles back before making the cutest yawn, looking at Bucky and doing grabby hands at him.

Bucky looks at you and you take his hand and guide it towards where Groot is, he’s uncertain but when Groot climbs on his hand Bucky looks almost like a little kid seeing a butterfly up close for the first time.

He brings Groot against his chest and the little tree gets comfortable and falls asleep almost immediately, while everyone else in the room coos at the two.

"This might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen." you whisper, not wanting to wake up Groot, and Bucky looks up at you and flashes a smile bright enough to light up the whole of New York.

"I guess he is kind of cute." he says looking back down at Groot’s sleeping form, leaving everyone else snickering as quietly as they can, while he imagines how it would be to be like this one day with a baby that’s his and yours, and you can’t help but think the same thing.

Part 2

#bucky barnes #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x you #sam wilson #steve rogers #clint barton #tony stark #peter parker #natasha romanoff #avengers x platonic!reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes oneshot #guardians of the galaxy x reader #marvel fanfiction #bruce banner #guardians of the galaxy #drax the destroyer #peter quill #gamora #rocket raccoon #baby groot #mantis #nebula

[stuckysbike]

All Or Nothing (2)

Part 1

A/n: All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Pre-Stucky x Reader, pre-Bucky x reader, Stucky, Steve x reader

AU: Bucky wants his boyfriend back, but his boyfriend is your husband now. And the father of your child.

In this part you spend some time with Bucky.

Warnings: angst, eventual smut, 18 plus only please, fluff, implied cheating (but not really) mob!Bucky, mob!Steve, presumed unrequited love, polyamory, MMF, bisexual Stucky.

Bucky was a gentleman.

It needled you to no end. He was polite, courteous, considerate. He always asked your opinion, involved you in conversations, carefully introduced you to his most important associates and his closest family members.

When it came to Belle he looked to you first for guidance and confirmation he was doing the right thing. That you approved. He respected your relationship with her. He respected you.

In short he was perfect, faultless.

You hated it. You wanted to hate him, but you couldn’t. There was a coldness to him that you saw with strangers, an aloof attitude. He didn’t carry that home. He was warm at home, charming and playful. His eyes sparkled when he looked at Belle, and the love that he showed to Steve was breathtaking.

It was in his face, in his kindness and attention to detail. He didn’t put himself on a pedestal around Steve, he didn’t touch or kiss him or demand his attention. He was confident and patient and caring and he always sought consent from Steve, from you and even from Belle when he was around her.

You wanted to reject his advances to get to know you, but you couldn’t when he was so sincere, when he told you he desperately wanted to bond with you, at least be friends whilst you all worked out where you stood in this new life.

He took you for dinner, charmed you into sharing your life story, shared a fair amount of his too. You both left Steve out for the most part, a mention of him here and there perhaps.

Then he took you dancing. Bucky loved dancing, and so did you. Steve never really could, but he tried. With Bucky, with his hands on your hips as he guided you through a face paced latin dance, you felt at home. It was where he drew the most sincere laughs from you, where you shared your first moments getting lost deep in his eyes.

He twirled you, and turned you and if you felt your tummy swoop you put it down to Bucky dipping you and not the feeling of his hand on the small of your back or his warm breath on your face.

The first time you kissed he had pulled you into his body from a spin and it felt so natural, but later as you sat at your vanity removing your makeup guilt churned in your gut. Guilt and jealousy and confusion.

It wasn’t really a kiss, a brush of the lips more like as you came together during the dance. Bucky had smiled wide, and he kept his arm tight around you the rest of the night.

You felt safe with him, you realised, and his possessiveness made you feel wanted not uncomfortable. You could still recall the scent of his cologne and the heat of his body.

You showered and after putting on fresh pyjamas you padded downstairs to get a drink.

Steve and Bucky were on the sofa talking in low voices. There was a proper amount of space between them and you heard Bucky explain that he doesn’t kiss and tell. His words made you smile and when Steve heard you two faces gazed lovingly over towards you. They moved to let you sit between them but you just shook your head, got your water and headed back to bed leaving them to talk.

Yes Bucky Barnes was a gentleman and you hated him because really, deep down, you didn’t hate him at all.

No, instead of hating him like you wanted you were falling for him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x f!reader

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

October's reading list ( a little late!)

Please read each fic's warnings before reading.

If you enjoyed a fic please reblog and comment to feed a hungry writer!

🔥 = smut

Azriel

Whispers in the Dark by @readychilledwine 🔥

Bat Boys

7 Minutes in Heaven by @honeybeefae 🔥

Bucky Barnes

All The Apple Cider and No More Haunted Houses by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

An Old Fashioned Notion of Wartime and Whisky by @rookthorne 🔥

Aren't You Glad You Read the Latin by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

Biker Sex by @1-800-jjbarnes 🔥

Chain Round My Neck by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Depths of Pleasure by @rookthorne 🔥

May I by @notyetneedcoffee 🔥

Omegaverse by @honeybloomss 🔥

Party Games by @ramp-it-up 🔥

Play Pretend by @rookthorne 🔥

Pure Relaxation by @1-800-jjbarnes 🔥

Scary Stories and a Little Something More by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

Bucky X Thor

Hair Tie Drabble by @linesfromthepocket

Cassian

Size Kink by @jeannineee

Thigh Riding by @azsazz 🔥

Unraveling by @shadowdaddies

Cassian x Azriel x Reader

You Look So Pretty All Tied Up For Me by @acourtofwhatthefuck 🔥

Elriel

Stargirl by @duskandcobalt (part 2) 🔥

Feysand

Eating Out (Feysand X Reader) @lovelyladyabsinthewrites 🔥

Sunday Morning (Feysand X Reader) by @whisperingmidnights 🔥

Frank Castle

Innocence & Praise Kink by @fluffyprettykitty 🔥

Henry x Alex (RWRB)

Miss You Like Crazy by @late-to-the-party-81 🔥

Jake Jensen

Yenzy x Broozy by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Joaquín Torres

This feelin' is reckless of knowin' it's selfish by @tom-whore-dleston 🔥

Loki

A Gift for Loki by @november-rayne 🔥

An Offering by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Awful Things by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Burned by @sarahscribbles 🔥

Call You Mine by @sarahscribbles 🔥

Heavy Petting by @wheredafandomat 🔥

I'm Fine by @ladychota

My Loki by @wheredafandomat 🔥

Purple and Red by @ sarahscribbles 🔥

Somnophilia by @sarahscribbles 🔥

The Lakes by @lokisgoodgirl

Transgressions by @lokischambermaid

You Built Me Castles Out of Paragraphs by @softforloki

Nessian

Humiliation by @sweetcarolina-24 (Nessian X Reader) 🔥

Pool Sex by @moodymelanist 🔥

Rhysand

Calm & Bright by @shadowdaddies

Daddy Kink by @jeannineee 🔥

Hide and Seek by @shadowdaddies 🔥

Sweater Weather by @ shadowdaddies

Voyerism by @jeannineee 🔥

Ruhn Danaan

Catch Me If You Can by @azsazz 🔥

Quality Entertainment by @ shadowdaddies 🔥

Sensitive by @callmeblaire 🔥

Steve Rogers

Screaming In A Haunted Corn Maze by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

Stucky

Sensual Deprivation by @lunarbuck 🔥

Special Girl by @rookthorne

Stucky X Reader

Backstage Pass by @luxeavenger 🔥

#ruhn danaan #Bat Boys #Cassian #ACOTAR #Bucky Barnes #Jake Jensen #Rhysand #nesta archeron #nessian #stucky #Frank Castle #Elriel #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #Red White and Royal Blue #Loki #Nessian #Nesta Archeron #Reading List #Mrs Reading List

[justagirlinafandomworld]

Wrapping up the year of 2023! Can you believe? I want to say a great big thank you to the writers on this list for providing such rich stories to get lost in in this whirlwind of a year. I wish I could have read more.

You lovelies know what to do, heed all the warnings, read what you like and share what you love!!

Happy Reading!

2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Bucky Barnes

To Have and To Hold series by @indyluckycharlie Chapters 6-9 Love and obligation. How can you serve one and still save the other? Mafia AU. Warnings: Dark themes. Threats and portrayals of violence, including murder and assault. There are references to but no depictions of noncon. Violent and abusive acts are directed at the reader, but not by Bucky. There is also betrayal, controlling/abusive behavior, death of loved ones/main characters, grief, LOTS of angst, a little bit of fluff, nonexplicit s.mut and sexual references.

Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night. bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader warnings: best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut (riding Bucky) soft kisses, nickname- Sweetheart

Hopelessly Devoted by @firefly-in-darkness You visited the Harvest Festival and your boyfriend, James 'Bucky' Barnes surprised you. Warnings: none, fluffy lovey dovey stuff.

Wild Flowers at Sunset by @princessmisery666 Bucky uses an inopportune time to let you know how he feels about you. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: confident reader, Bucky being cocky (that’s a warning), sex work mentioned, prelude to smut, love confession. 

Insatiable by @jobean12-blog Bucky will never tolerate any harm coming to you and he will do anything to protect you. Vampire AU Warnings: soft sweetness, mentions of b-l-oo-d, fi-g-e-r-in-g, p-in-v, Vampire!Bucky bc he's just so hot lol

Dean Winchester

Stay series by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Parts 1 & 2 Y/N knows what she's doing is wrong, but she doesn't want to let it go. Warnings: Cheating. (warning provided in each chapter)

Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch Timing is everything. Warnings: None

I Promised, Too by @deanwinchesterswitch A promise given is a promise kept. Warnings: Language; Canon typical injuries; Implied sex

When the Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean belongs in the starlight. Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing really. Implied smut, angst, fluff.

Home by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior Dean comes home. Warnings: None. Major fluff. Angst if you squint.

Wish by @thoughtslikeaminefield You want it to be love — but it isn’t. You want him — but you can’t have him. So you don’t want anything. Warnings: sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho, not my typical Dean, mentions of alcohol, adult language, mentions of sexual activity

Meeting In the Darkness by @princessmisery666 You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, blood, implied torture, Demon!Dean, MOC!Dean, unresolved angst.

Get Stuffed by @zepskies Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks. Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst

Sam Winchester

Sam is Wearing Green Today by @princessmisery666 Purely self-indulgent fluffy Sam appreciation. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff. 

Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch He can’t let go. Warnings: None

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Live in my memory, You'll always be there by @princessmisery666 Not long after moving to San Diego with your fiancé, Jake, he’s declared missing in action. The Dagger Squad rallies around you as you grieve his loss, and you grow closer to one particular member of the team than you ever imagined. Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, character death mentioned, grief, fluff, unexpected love, smut, loss of parents (mentioned).  

Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Don't Speak series by @hoboal87 In the Spring of 1905 the Winchesters, working a case in London, set the sights on Y/N, and decide to make her theirs. Series Warnings: *Rape/Non-Con, Dub-Con, Historical AU, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, Wincest, smut, Stockholm Syndrome, violence, humiliation/degradation, sexual assault. Assume all warnings will apply to each part. Imagine: You Are Dean's One Exception by @zepskies Request: ...what about Sam having a crush on Dean's gf? How would he react to that...

#just a girl reading fics #bucky barnes x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader x jake seresin #dean x reader x sam

[late-to-the-party-81]

Loyaulte me lie

AN: Welcome all to the next installment of Conclave. @yarnforbrains had a filthy thot and it just worked so well for this series that I had to pinch it (with her permission). Extra big thanks to her for helping wrangle this, as it did not want to be written.

Okay, so this doesn’t move the story along much, other than to show how Bunny is adjusting to her new life. This is pretty much PWP - enjoy!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me.

Loyaulte me lie is Latin for 'Loyalty binds me'

Find my master list here

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, minor Sam Wilson x Steve Rogers.

WC: 2.6k

CW: Cockwarming, Finger sucking, Gagging, Face slapping, P in V sex (reader on BC) Cum marking, Spanking, Wall sex, Cream Pie, implied oral (M receiving), dom/sub undertones, twisting of American patriotism.

You were on your knees. Steve stood in front of you, covered in dirt and dust and detritus. You were even certain that some of the marks were blood; you could smell the rusty tang of it.

He’d been out on some kind of mission - some kind of patrol. Bucky had gone with him, and the quiet brunet was standing somewhere behind him. However, Steve had returned in a mood, and you didn’t dare take your eyes off him. You were aware of Sam though, sitting on the couch, only a few feet behind you. You heard his smirks and chuckles – almost felt his stare on your naked back and ass.

While the two super soldiers had been absent, Sam had ordered you to keep him company in the main room. He’d put on a film then manhandled you across his lap, your back to his chest. Then, having slid your pink robe from your body, he’d teased your breasts and pussy with his fingers until you were hot and needy. Once satisfied, he’d lifted you and guided himself inside of your warmth.

“Just sit right there, baby. Keep me warm and hard while we watch the movie.”

The first few times he’d started to soften, he’d pinched your thigh until you clenched your pussy around him, bringing him back to full hardness again. You tried not to examine your motivation too much. Were you being compliant and an active participant because you had no choice or were you starting to like it?  They’d kept their word – you did as you were bidden, and you were feted and coddled, worshipped and praised. 

About an hour into the film, you were lying almost fully relaxed against Sam’s chest, his fingers languidly playing with your nipples when Steve and Bucky returned. The door slammed, and you heard the clang of Steve’s shield being dropped to the floor before his heavy footsteps brought him to you.

As the former Captain America took in the sight of you, Sam, having almost instantly picked up on his partner’s mood, patted your butt, encouraging you up and off of him. You took a tentative step towards Steve, looking up at him from under your lashes. His nostrils flared as his gaze roved over you.

“Kneel.” 

The command was almost a growl, and you immediately sank down. Steve wasn’t often in this type of mood, but you knew by now that when he was, it was just easier to just go with it.

Still wearing his fingerless gloves, he gripped your chin, his calloused thumb rubbing back and forth over your lips.

“Open.”

As your lips moved apart, his thumb pressed in between them, pressing down on your tongue. He continued to look down at you as you sat back on your knees and peered up at him. Saliva pooled in your mouth as his thumb moved over your tongue, and you wondered what he was going to do next. WIthout a word, he pulled his thumb away and brushed it over the ridge of your cheek bone, leaving a glistening wet trail. 

When he then pressed the first two fingers of his hand into your mouth, you weren’t expecting it, and you gagged briefly as they touched your soft palate.

“Suck.”

You sealed your lips around his fingers, sucking on them as he moved them back and forth in your mouth, spreading them and rubbing over your tongue. You could taste his sweat, the leather, the dirt, the metallic tang of vibranium from where he had been holding his shield. He pressed his fingers deeper, and you tried desperately to suppress your gag reflex as your eyes watered. Your mouth filled with drool, and it started to spill down your chin in small rivulets.

“You’re our good bunny, aren’t you?”

You blinked up at him, knowing the question was rhetorical.

“You’re loyal to me, and to Sam and to Bucky, right?

“Mmmhmmm”

“Do what you’re told – without question?”

He pressed his fingers in even more, and this time you couldn’t help the choking sound you made. Steve didn’t seem to care. In fact, you thought you saw a brief smile on his face through the blurriness of your tears. Heat started to build in your core, and your pussy pulsed, causing you to involuntarily press your thighs together.

With his free hand, Steve drew you up to standing. He didn’t remove his fingers, so you didn’t stop sucking. He walked you backwards until you hit the edge of the dining table. You could feel both Sam and Bucky watching, but you didn’t take your eyes off Steve. His gaze was magnetic, and despite the familiarity you now felt with all three of them, you still found Steve intimidating.

Finally, Steve pulled his fingers from your mouth, wiping the wetness off them across your heaving breasts. You swallowed thickly, feeling a dull ache in your throat, as he easily hoisted you up onto the table. You spread your legs automatically, allowing him to crowd up against you. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at you, then flicked his eyes down to the bulge at his crotch. Taking the hint, you deftly undid his suit zipper and pulled him out. His cock was hot and heavy in your hand, and you ran your thumb over his tip, collected his precum and smeared it around his flared head.

Steve hitched one of your thighs over his hip, and you guided him inside you. You forced your body to relax as he slowly filled you, and you were now thankful for the hour you’d spent cock-warming Sam. Once he was seated inside you, you’d expected him to take you hard and fast - that was normal for one of these moods of his, but he did something quite unexpected instead; he lifted your right hand and placed it over your heart.

“You owe your allegiance to me, to us, doncha, bunny? Recite.”

You were confused and it showed on your face. Steve stirred his hips, making you gasp in pleasure, but then he slapped you lightly across your cheek. 

“Recite the Pledge of Allegiance…”

“W-what?” You weren’t a stranger to kinky and strange sex, you’d been in the penthouse with the three of them for too long, but this…

Steve rolled his eyes and gripped your chin in his hand.

“Bunny, I know you’re not this stupid. And it isn’t a trick. Recite. The. Pledge. Of. Allegiance.”

“I p-pledge allegiance…” The air was pushed from your lungs as Steve finally moved inside you, drawing back and thrusting back in, hard. Normally, it didn’t take long for your body to start reacting, but your brain was overriding it, and you choked back a cry of discomfort.

“Keep going…”

“... allegiance to… to the Flag…”

Steve set up a punishing pace, and you took hold of his shield harness with your left hand to stop yourself being bounced around, your right hand wedged in place between your chests. His fingers gripped your hips as he drove into you, and his teeth were bared as he dipped his head to suck and worry on your neck. You hated how he knew just what to do to get you going, although you were conflicted when his actions had the desired effect.

“Of… of… theUnitedStatesofAmerica…a… a… fuck!”

Steve pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table, and you wrapped your other leg around his waist. God, it now felt so good, like it did every single time, and you could feel yourself giving over to the pleasure. You must have been distracted for too long though, forgetting your task, because Steve’s rhythm faltered momentarily so he could spank your thigh.

“And, bunny?”

“Oh! And to the Republic for w-which it stands...”

It was getting harder and harder to think, as Steve’s cock rubbed over your g-spot and his pelvis ground on your clit. You almost hated yourself for how you were enjoying it. Your head rolled back, gasps and pants leaving your body.

“One Nation under – God!”

“Hhmmm, I’m still not sure I approve of that addition, but that’s not your fault, is it? You’re being so good, bunny. You’re almost done. Almost there. You can cum when you finish.”

“I-indivisible, oh, god – Steve!”

He hummed his amusement in your ear as you trembled in his hold. The bastard knew what he did to you, how much pleasure he, and the others, could make you feel.

“With liberty and –  and – justiceforall....” 

Your entire body clenched as you finished your recitation, as you finally let the sensations wash over you. Your muscles pulsed around Steve’s cock, and as his movements stuttered, he dropped you back on the table.  He pulled out of your pussy, took himself in hand, and jerked himself until he painted your stomach and pubic mound with his cum. He muttered under his breath as he marked you.

“Mine. Ours. The four of us against the world. Don’t need anyone else.”

You collapsed back onto the hard surface, staring up at the ceiling as you gathered your breath.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Steve tuck himself away and walk over to where Sam was still sitting on the sofa. He dipped down and gave the shorter man a deep kiss before starting up a low conversation.  You couldn’t help but be intrigued, wondering what had caused Steve’s uncharacteristic behaviour, but you only caught a few words.

“.... as you thought?”

“Unfortunately… can’t believe… Fury betrayed… done now…”

“Наша красивая девушка…”

Bucky’s raspy voice, calling you beautiful, made your cheeks heat and pulled your attention away from the other two. He strode across the carpet, his hand rubbing up and down his crotch. He didn’t look as frustrated and cross as Steve had, but he was just as filthy and streaked with dirt and blood. When he reached you, he cocked his head to the side, just observing for a few moments before he pulled you to your feet, took your hand, and unceremoniously dragged you over to the easy chair. He sat down, released his cock and gestured for you to sit. At least if you were on top, you’d have a little more control. As you guided him into you, he spoke to you again.

“Умеешь петь?”

Whilst you knew a smattering of Russian now, you weren’t sure what he was saying this time.

“Do I what?”

“Петь. La-la-la-la”

Oh. Sing. You chuckled and felt him twitch inside you.

“Yes, I can sing. Sorta.”

“Петь ‘Знамя, усыпанное звездами’”

Star?

He smiled at your confusion, somehow looking boyish and soft, and then pursed his lips and whistled a few notes.

“Петь”

Realisation dawned and while you felt a bit silly, it wasn’t really any stranger than what you’d just done with Steve. It had been a while since you’d sung it though, and you weren’t sure you’d get all the words right.

“O say can you see…” 

Bucky grinned at you.

“Прелестный”

“... by the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?”

You rolled your hips as Bucky palmed and squeezed your ass. You were enjoying yourself fully this time; you felt sexy and desired.

“Whose broad stripes… and bright stars,… thro' the perilous fight”

Bucky took hold of your hand, swiped it through the mess on your stomach, then pulled it down to where the pair of you were joined. The filthy gesture, so very ‘Bucky’, made you clench, before your fingers started to dance over your clit.

“What so proudly we watched…”

SMACK!

“Это не слова, кролик”

Shit, you’d sung the wrong words, and it appeared that Bucky wasn’t going to let it go unpunished. You thought for a moment and restarted.

“O're the ramparts we watched, were so… gallantly streaming?”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, and Bucky smirked. He squeezed you a little harder and started to take control of your movements. It still amazed you how different the three men were, how differently they fucked. Even if you were blindfolded, which had happened on occasion, you could always tell who was fucking you.

“And the rocket's bright…”

SMACK!

You quickly corrected yourself.

“... red glare, the bombs bursting in air

Gave proof thro' the night that our f-flag was still there”

You sped up the movement of your fingers and felt the tremors of another orgasm starting to build.

“O say, does that st-star spangled banner yet w-wave”

“Кум, кролик. Будьте хорошей девочкой.”

He wanted you to cum, and while the coil inside you was tightening, making it hard to think, hard to breathe, you weren’t quite there yet.

“More, please. O're the land… of the free…”

Bucky moved his left hand from your ass to cup and then pinch the nipple of your right breast. This additional sensation tipped you over the edge, the pressure inside you suddenly releasing.

“And.. and the home… of the… b-brave?”

The last words came out breathy as your body shook atop Bucky. You collapsed against him as your strength gave out. His tac suit was rough against your skin and you were once again aware of how absolutely filthy he was, and the fact that he hadn’t come yet. You needn’t have worried though. Bucky surged to his feet, still holding you flush to his body, and with a few steps, crossed over to the wall. He pressed you against it, and with his hands under your ass, and your arms around his neck, he pistoned up into you, chasing his pleasure.  All you could do was hold on as he fucked into your sensitve and dripping cunt.

“Наш кролик. Вы никогда не предаете нас, не так ли?”

Like Steve, he seemed to want to claim you, even more than he already had.

“Yes, your bunny. I’m your bunny.”

He practically growled in your ear as he came, his release seeping back out around his cock and running down your legs. Bucky dropped to his knees, bringing you with him, and you rested against the wall, legs splayed over his black pants. You closed your eyes as you gathered your breath and your thoughts.

“Now, now. No going to sleep just yet, baby.”

You opened one eye, and saw Sam stood in front of you, a grin on his face and his cock in his hand. You were feeling puckish, and snorted in mild disbelief.

“And what do you want me to do? Recite the first five Amendments to the Constitution?”

“Nah, we’ve still got a movie to finish, and it’ll be hard for you to talk with your mouth full.”

Наша красивая девушка… - Our beautiful girl…

Умеешь петь? - Can you sing?

Петь ‘Знамя, усыпанное звездами’ - Sing ‘The Star Spangled Banner’

Петь - Sing.

Прелестный - Lovely

Это не слова, кролик - Those are not the words, bunny.

Кум, кролик. Будьте хорошей девочкой. - Cum, bunny. Be a good girl

Наш кролик. Вы никогда не предаете нас, не так ли? - Our bunny. You'll never betray us, will you?

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)

                  You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive.  It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.

If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them.  It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.

For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex.  But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand.  In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically.  He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family.  You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.

You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.

And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks.  Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again.  Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.

So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival.  Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.

The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English.  Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.

Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.

Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment.  You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.

The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different.  He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.

You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms.  Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.

“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.

He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him.  As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you.  No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.  

But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner.  His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.

“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.

“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side.  “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”

“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.

“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.

Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs.  Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.

Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap.  You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?

Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.

“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”

“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.

“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.

“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.

“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck. 

“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.  

“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder.  You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.

“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.

“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.

James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.

“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you.  “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”

The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.

“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued.  “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least?  Always by my side… like any good pet.”

A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly.  You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him.  But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.

James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.

“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal.  “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”

“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.

“You want more, don’t you?  Tako očajno…” he chuckled.  You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips.  “You want to be fucked, yes?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.

Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.

James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.

He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.

“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.

“Yes I do,” you denied.  “Because he told me to.”

Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip.  You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.

You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.

“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.

Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.  

You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.

“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.

“N-no, please,” he blurted out.

“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go.  You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.

“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”

“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him.  But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant.  “You find them attractive, don’t you?”

“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like.  And tasted like.”

Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).

You looked at Sam expectantly.  “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”

His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track.  “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.

“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”

His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into.  You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted.  “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”

Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.

Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.

“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.

“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare.  Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove.  “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.  

You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”

Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.

Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate.  And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.

He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.  

“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth.  “Fuck, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.

You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.

“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples.  “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock.  I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”

As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.  

“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.

“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.

Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting.  “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two.  And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected.  “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”

You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance.  It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.

That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see.  Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.  

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.  

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side.  But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.

He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long.  “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”

“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.  

He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress.  “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.  

Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.

The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.

“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”

“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.

You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.

“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come.  You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you.  “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.

You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers.  “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.

Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste.  You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.

He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression.  They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.

"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.

"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.

All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option.  He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly.  Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?

“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.

“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.

“Good girl.”

But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep.  You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.  

“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.

“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned.  "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."

“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”

You felt him nod against the back of your neck.  “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you.  Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.

The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him.  He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.

"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?

"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.

It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years.  Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.

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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”

lutka = лутка = “doll”

draga = драга = “dear/beloved”

tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"

tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"

#baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo smut #bucky barnes x reader #mafia!bucky barnes smut #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson smut #sambucky x reader #tfatws fanfiction

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Speculum Cupido

Summary: You’ve been Dr. Strange’s apprentice for some time now and you wanted to prove your best friend wrong. It goes awry and both of you find yourselves in a ‘dark mirror’ universe where the Captain, the Asset, the Kraken, and the Fallen Angel want to make both of you theirs.

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Female Reader x Dark!Ransom, minor Dark!Bucky x OFC x Dark!Sam

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 3,072

Warning: Dub/Non-Con Smut, Oral (m & f receiving), Daddy Kink, MMF Threesome, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Non-Con Drugging, Breeding Kink, and Artistic License w/Biology

A/N: This is my gift to @labella420​ for @drabblewithfrannybarnes​, @chrissquares​ , and @amythedvdhoarder​’s Happy Hoelentine’s Day Challenge.  Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics​. Shout out to @saiyanprincessswanie​ for letting me borrow an idea of hers for this fic. Thanks to @the-soulofdevil​ for the beta.

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Another Valentine’s Day, another day for the world to mock me being single.

You were having enough of a ‘meh’ week as it is. Dr. Strange had to return to Kamar-Taj for an in-person meeting and Wong was who knows where. They had instructed you to work on your portal and transfiguration spells while they were away which was fair since you’ve been lacking in that department.

It’s just that you longed for some excitement.

Luckily you wouldn’t be spending Valentine’s completely alone; Isabeau, your best friend, was coming over due to as she put it, ‘no one cares about a day where all one gets is somewhat good sex’.

Fast Forward two hours and you’re getting your room ready for Galentine’s Day Movie Night. You had decked out your room with homemade baked goods, drinks, best friend movies, all the good shit.

“I have wonderful news!” Isabeau burst in with gusto yet again.

You shot her a bemused smile, “What is it this time?”

“I have a new crush! It’s Eric from IT!”

“Are you sure this won’t end up like last time?” you queried in reference to the time when Isabeau’s crush turned out to be a complete asshole.

“Oh hush! This won’t be like that at all,” Isabeau retorted, “Now how about you? Have you had any luck with a hot sorcerer?”

“If only I’d be so lucky,” you muttered as Isabeau started on the Toffee Crunch Cookies you made.

A few minutes later, Isabeau’s eyes narrowed and her full lips curved upward in a mischievous smirk.

She had one of her ideas again.

“Hey, why don’t you try an ambiance spell. They’re harmless and you always feel better afterward.”

You didn’t like casting them due to something always going awry, but you relented once Isabeau broke out her puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright, I give,” you submitted, “I’ll try a simple floating star spell. Let me find the book.”

 Both of you went to the library for the book but it was nowhere to be found. All of the ambiance and illusion books were blank.

“Is this a sorcerer thing? I’m not seeing any words or illustrations,” puzzled Isabeau as you went through book after book in the library only to find them blank.

“No. Maybe we should just go back to my room,” you suggested as you made your way to the exit.

“Wait! There’s one book left. You could try that one.” Isabeau pointed to the last book on the shelf. It was a little worn like many of the books that resided in the library, but the inscriptions seemed odd; like it wasn’t supposed to be there.

Yet it was the only book that had anything in it.

“Fine,” you relented as you took the book back to your room.

  The spells in the book weren’t anything out of the ordinary, but one spell seemed to stand out to both of you.

“Speculum Mundus?” Isabeau wondered.

“It means Mirror World in Latin.”

“Oh,” her eyes got a mischievous glint to them again, “I bet you can’t cast the spell.”

“Not this again.”

“Oh come on,” Isabeau goaded, “It’s a simple mirror world spell. You’ve done it before. What’s the worse that can happen?”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you gonna chicken out again?”

“No! Just give me a minute,” you mumbled as your hands got into the starting position and recited the incantation.

  The room changed instantly.

It was filled with prism-like structures and kaleidoscope imagery giving the space a surreal ambiance.

It wasn’t unlike the last time you went into the Quantum Realm with Dr. Strange and Wong, and yet the hair on the back of your neck stood straight, and a chill shot through your spine.

You heard a gasp and turned around to see Isabeau with her protruding eyes opened wide and her mouth gaping. Following her line of sight, you saw four of the hottest men you’ve ever seen.

Though something was amiss.

For one thing, there were two Steve Rogers; one with a beard and one clean-shaven. Bucky Barnes’ arm was silver and not dark gray with gold highlights. All of them were in black uniforms with sections of vermillion and/or maroon. Clean-shaven Steve had a black tactical suit with a vermillion Kraken on his chest. Bearded Steve had a skull with tentacles on it. Sam had three vermillion stripes and one maroon stripe across his chest and shoulders with a falcon’s head in red surrounded by a black circle between his pecs.

But the thing that set off all your alarms was the fact that Bucky’s outfit was a dead ringer of his Winter Soldier days.

Instinctively, you grabbed Isabeau’s hand and made a mad dash for the hallway. You needed to get some distance so you could ground yourself.

You tried breaking the spell but to no avail. Not only did the spell not break, but your hands also burned at each attempt.

“We won’t lose you again!” one of the Steves yelled as you and Isabeau turned a corner.

“Come here, mici prințese!” another voice, probably Bucky’s shouted as the two of you made your way into a closet.

“I think we’re okay for now,” you breathed telepathically as the four Adonises crept past your hiding place.

“What’s the plan now?” Isabeau asked fearfully as her heartbeat started to rise in terror.

“I don’t know but-” you were cut off by a strike to the back of your head and your vision rapidly fading to black.

  Muffled voices and the beeping of medical equipment brought you from the void.

“Nothing is wrong….they’re…good, sir.”

“Be sure that they are. We can’t leave anything up to chance.”

Groggily, you open your eyes to find yourself in a sleek hospital room lightly chained to a bed. Several other people were monitoring your vitals. One of them is Dr. Bruce Banner, or what seems to be Dr. Banner.

Bruce turned to see you looking around with a slightly confused expression, “Ah, you’re awake,” he turned to one of his aides, “Contact the Captain and Lieutenant. Tell them to come to get their bride.”

You blinked. Bride?

“Where is Isabeau, my friend?” you inquired as one of the aides brought you some water.

Bruce scowled, “Don’t think about her. You might be able to see her if the Captain and/or Lieutenant wills it.” he remarked while eyeing you up and down in a condescending almost lecherous manner, “Hmm, looks great for breeding,” Bruce noted as he fondled and prodded your curves.

You’ve always been proud of how you looked, but at that moment you wanted to shrink in the corner after giving this Bruce a roundhouse kick to the groin.

You were about to tell Dark!Bruce to fuck off when Tony Stark, fuck it, Dark!Tony entered the room. This Tony looked a lot more sinister with his silver, gray, light, and steel navy blue armor. His face and hair were mostly uncovered with his facial expression positively predatory.

“Cap’s one lucky bastard. He gets a sexy bunny along with Lieutenant Smart Ass.”

Recalling how some megalomaniacs liked shows of submissiveness, you lowered your head and asked where you were.

Whether it be out of pity, spite, or malice, Tony answered your question, “You’re in another earth, another universe.”

You nearly swiveled to look outside the window. NYC’s skyline was radically different. There were fewer buildings and HYDRA insignias everywhere.

“HYDRA took over this world.” You deadpanned. FUUUUCK!

“Sexy and smart.” Tony praised sardonically.

It didn’t take time for HYDRA to regroup after WWII. Zola and his associates were able to convince Howard Stark to give them the Tesseract with the promise of great renown, riches, and no longer being bound by the laws of weaker men. They were able to create a superweapon with the help of Dr. Whitney Frost and have been ruling the planet ever since.

It could be worse. HYDRA knew they had to offer the people comforts in exchange for their obedience. They eradicated all diseases, created a good standard of living, and ended all petty conflicts under the new world order.

Though Tony didn’t feel the need to tell you. You’ll figure it out on your own.

The doors opened to reveal Steve Rogers and his younger, clean-shaven counterpart in all their masculine glory.

“Good, you’re here.” Bruce welcomed smirking at your silent pleas.

Both soldiers walked over and inspected you.

“Hello, kitten. Name’s Ransom.” The clean-shaven soldier drawled as he moaned from your scent, “Nice set of lips you’ve got there.”

“We’ll definitely have some fun with her,” Steve noted as licked his lips ogling your curves.

You had to use all of your restraint not to spit in their faces.

“We’ll take her.” Ransom decided while Steve nodded.

Several of the aides breathed a sigh of relief as Steve broke the chains on your bed like they were nothing.

“Don’t have too much fun now!” Tony called as Steve picked you up bridal style.

“Who am I kidding? they’ll breed her like a Catholic rabbit!”

  “Um, where are you taking me?” you queried, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You will address us as ‘Sir’ in public unless instructed otherwise. Is that understood?” It took all that Steve had not to push against the wall and pound your pussy with his cock he was so enraged.

No, he needed to wait. No one was to see what’s theirs.

Ransom, for his part, chuckled and shook his head, “Best not to anger this one, kitten. He hasn’t been in the best of moods.”

  You gasped once the doors to their living quarters opened.

The place was huge!

It had a modern yet retro design; it should’ve been confusing, but it worked. Grand windows showcased the skyline with a balcony in the middle with a huge kitchen next to what looked to be a restaurant-style fridge and a huge living room with a TV and a fireplace.

Yet there seemed to be something missing.

“Place needs a woman’s touch,” Ransom commented sending a smirk your way.

“I’ll see you in the guest quarters Ransom” Steve deadpanned as he led you down a hall.

  The bedroom was enormous yet sparse like they didn’t know what to do with it.

You were about to say something when Steve dropped you onto the incredibly soft mattress. His eyes darkened with lust and you knew what he wanted. You couldn’t think of a way out of this, not with the magic inhibitors Bruce placed on your wrists.

Maybe you could give escape one last try; you just had to wait for the right opening.

Steve smirked upon seeing you removing your clothes. He liked that you knew your place, his pretty little princess.

You could only gasp when Steve removed his uniform top. He had an incredibly defined musculature: broad shoulders, beefy biceps, chiseled pecs and abs, and a seriously drool-worthy Adonis Belt. The light shining behind him made his body appear even more glorious.

Steve looked like an ancient god brought to modern times.

With a predatory smirk, Steve slowly crawled to you loving the smell of your arousal. “Let me lay out a few rules, sweetheart. You will make our meals, clean our rooms, bear our children, and be our good little whore. You must earn the right to wear a bra; panties are out of the question.”

Each rule was emphasized by a kiss or a love bite to your jaw, neck, collarbone, and shoulders.

Finally, you are to address us as Sir in public and Daddy in private. Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you muttered with your eyes downcast.

Steve lifted your chin up with his forefinger, “That’s a good girl,” and brought you in for a kiss on the lips.

The kiss was demanding yet soft. You were surprised he was capable of such gentleness.

Steve was about to push his tongue into his mouth when Ransom strolled into the room.

“Does she know the drill?”

Steve broke the kiss with a smirk,” Just finished explaining it.”

Ransom shot you a sardonic smirk, “You got the rules, kitten? Good. Now if you misbehave, I’m gonna send you to the dungeons for a few days.”

Steve started up again, “But...if you’re good-”

“A good little wifey,” Ransom interjected caressing your right cheek and leaning in for a kiss.

This kiss started off soft then intensified (really know how to lure a girl) into one filled with passion and dominance. Ransom forced his tongue into and moaned at your taste. A few seconds later he was pushing what felt like a small tablet past your tongue forcing you to swallow.

“Did you do it yet?”

“Cool it, grandpa! I did, don’t you worry. She’s gonna feel it. Aren’t ya, kitten.”

You started to feel strange. Your body temperature skyrocketed, your mind was in a deep haze, your thighs were clenching on overtime you were so turned on. You needed relief and fast.

“Please Daddies!” you begged as you tried your best not to touch yourself.

“See grandpa? She’s ready.” Ransom purred as he grabbed your thighs and placed them over his shoulders. He planted a few kisses near your entrance and groaned at the smell of your arousal.

It only took one long, slow lick to your slit to turn you into a moaning mess. You couldn’t believe the pleasure you were feeling. It was like a bolt of lightning shot through you.

Ransom groaned at the taste of your juices. Not even Stark’s overpriced chefs could compare. “Fuck, she tastes divine,” he groaned and dove in for more. Ransom attacked your folds and swollen clit with insane intensity and precision alternating between his tongue and fingers.

You were on cloud nine. Each motion took you further to the precipice of an orgasm. Ransom kept bringing you back from the edge only thrust you back into his level of tumultuous.

Steve got in on the action by covering your moans with a kiss of all-consuming passion and started playing with your breasts.

“Fuck, these tits are amazing! Can’t wait until these are filled with milk” Steve purred as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and the other between his big and forefingers.

After twenty minutes of teasing, Ransom finally let you come. A volcanic eruption of ecstasy erupted from your core and Ransom lapped up all of your juices.

“Rogers, you’re in for a treat!” Ransom exclaimed as he hopped off the edge of the mattress.

“I get her pussy first since you got to eat her out,” Steve uttered as grinned at your blissed-out state.

With a tsk, both of them got you into position with Steve’s thick, muscular thighs on either side of your hips and Ransom standing in front of you taking off his pants.

He was huge! His cock was long, thick, and veiny. It wobbled against his masterfully sculpted abs with each step he took. You wondered how that was going to fit in your mouth. Turns out Steve’s was no smaller if his tip being coated with your slick is any indication.

“This won’t hurt, kitten. You were made for us.” Ransom cooed.

You didn’t know how right he was.

Steve made his move by pushing into you inch by delicious inch and moaned at the sensation. “Fuck, she fits like a dream.”

“Don’t take forever, grandpa.” Ransom chided.

“Shut up, ya punk!” Steve retorted as he began thrusting into you loving the way your pussy clenched around him like a vice’s grip.

“Open wide, kitten,” Ransom started to push his throbbing cock into your mouth.

It took a bit of time and effort to loosen your jaw enough for him to fully enter you. He started fucking your mouth before you were ready. You tried not to gag he was so rough.

What happened to the man from earlier?

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Ransom breathed as he was approaching his climax.

Steve came with a primal roar that reverberated throughout the room after making you come two more times.

“Swallow it, kitten” Ransom ordered.

Funny thing is, you didn’t need the order. You delighted in the salty, tangy, and slightly sweet flavor.

Two minutes after you swallowed all of Ransom’s spent, both men decided it was time to move. Ransom got onto the mattress and pulled you on top of him with his tip nudging your entrance. Steve got behind you and placed kisses along the juncture between your neck and shoulders while positioning himself at your ass.

“Please...please don’t do this!” you pleaded, the pill’s effect slipping for the tiniest of moments.

Steve grabbed your neck with just enough force to pause, not hurt.” Best be a good girl now, sweetheart,” he warned.

Ransom slid in first, “Holy fucking shit!” he moaned, “Sam owes me $40.

“That depends on how well their bride is taking to them,” Steve pointed out.

“Eh, we’ll say ours is better.”

Ransom moaned again once he bottomed out and grabbed the globes of your blessed backside. He couldn’t wait to grab and smack it around in their quarters.

Steve moved slowly causing both of your breathing to hitch, his from pleasure and yours from slight pain.

With a grin and smirk, they started moving in tandem. Your body almost couldn’t take the immense pleasure you were feeling.

“I could get used to this,” Ransom remarked.

“Well, we have the week,” Steve breathed past your ear.

Both kept at it until they came in you twice. You nearly passed out after your twelfth orgasm.

“Rest kitten,” Ransom purred as you finally gave in to your exhaustion.

  “The bride took to our seed,” Steve reported to Director Pierce.

“Good. We found their parents along with the rest of the resistance.” Pierce imparted.

Steve scowled at the information.

You and your friend, Isabeau, were the only ones to survive the Eve Project. HYDRA wanted to genetically groom compatible brides for their top soldiers. You were promised to Steve and Ransom and your friend to Bucky and Sam. Both of you were whisked away to another Earth by the resistance and your treacherous parents.

Now you were back where you belong.

“When do we leave?” Ransom growled.

“Once Strange and Wanda crack the protection spell. In the meantime, enjoy your bride.” Pierce turned to leave, but stopped before turning off the screen,” I want to see some little ones soon.”

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[lizamango]

Together Again (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 8/8

A/N: Final chapter!! I’ve started a Before Westview fic for this story if people are interested. Also have ideas on a Loki series rewrite tied to this one... 👀

I have a part time job interview and I’m writing fanfics and drabbles instead of preparing 😭🤡

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: The Sadness we’ve been talking about 😶

Summary: Bucky finds himself in the town of WestView where not everything is as it seems. But does that really matter if you find yourself reunited with the one you love?

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~

Chapter Summary: The time in Westview has come to an end

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Chapter 8: NOT ENOUGH TIME

They run to the town square and catch the scene of Agnes floating while the townies surround Wanda, their voices overlapping and shouting, suffocating her. Her power reflects how she feels and chokes them. Y/N looks at Bucky, not knowing what to do.

“No stop. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Wanda says desperately as she takes back her magic.

“If you won’t let us go. Just let us die,” Mrs. Hart, if that was even her real name begs.

“I will… I will let you go, I will, I will.”

“What’s stopping you? Use your power now. Heroes don’t torture people,” Agnes jabs.

Wanda pants and shoots a burst of energy up into her barrier.

“Now you’ll see,” Agnes cackles, knowingly.

“Bucky!” Y/N says as she stops running, feeling off.

He stops and looks at her as she begins to fall apart much like the barrier. Fragments of her being shift and break.

“No, no, no please,” Bucky picks her up and carries her closer to the centre.

“What? No…” Wanda whispers seeing the people she loves partially disappearing.

“Now do you see? You tied your family to this twisted world and now one can’t exist without the other.”

“Don’t go. Don’t –” Bucky whispers.

Y/N reaches up a hand.

“Save Westview or save your family,” Agnes hums thoughtfully.

As Wanda closes the barrier Vision and the twins run to her.

“Not yet,” Y/N says. Bucky puts her down and kisses her.

“Y/N, Bucky! I’m sorry I… I just wanted you and Vision back. I’m sorry Bucky.”

“We understand, Wanda.” She jogs to her best friend, while holding Bucky’s hand and gives her a hug. “And you two, you’re okay?” she asks the twins after giving them a hug each.

Agnes chants in Latin and a surge of black and purple hurtles toward them.

“No!” Wanda puts up a red barrier but it’s clear that Agnes’ magic isn’t like Wanda’s as it absorbs her energy, turning her hands a lifeless black.

“How sweet,” Agnes flies tauntingly.

Suddenly the other Vision flies over and armoured trucks come to a stop.

Vision flies to attack his counterpart and Wanda turns to Y/N.

“Y/N… I’m giving you back a part of you I hid.” She raises her hand to Y/N’s temple and she feels a jolt through her. “You were one of the most skilled spies SHIELD had, it’s time for you to be that again.” Then she turns to the twins. “Boys, handle the military with your aunt and uncle. Mommy will be right back.” Wanda flies up to meet Agnes.

Bucky and Y/N see two incoming armoured vehicles approach. They notice that their clothes had turned into tactical gear for agility and Y/N feels a sense of familiarity.

The twins work together to take down the squad that had their guns aimed, Billy sends a pistol Y/N’s way and she shoots out the tires of the two trucks coming toward them. They screech to a stop and Bucky and Y/N take on one each. She approaches one with a man and woman. The man comes out but it seems his partner is not interested in fighting as she falls out of the truck.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” he says.

“Wow you really suck,” Y/N hits him with the point of her elbow and he is stunned, stumbling back. “What’s the matter? Didn’t think a housewife would know how to hit a traitor to the country?”

He goes for a punch but she dodges, sweep kicking him to the ground. He grunts and reaches for his gun but she steps on his hand causing him to cry out.

“You’re not even real,” he spits and uses all his strength to push on her leg causing her to fall back. Normally she, in her past life, would have had better balance but it’s probably the lack of practice. He pulls his gun on her, keeping a distance so she doesn’t do the same thing back at him.

“Only cowards aim a gun on a downed opponent,” she challenges. It’s not like dying a second time would be so bad.

“You think you’re worthy of an honourable death?”

“Can it get more honourable than dying for a stone that would restore half the universe?” she retorts, with Wanda restoring her abilities she also got Wanda’s memories of her.

He frowns but his gaze moves to the twins celebrating their victory against the disarmed, frozen soldiers. He moves the direction of his aim and fires five shots.

“Boys!” Y/N shouts, her eyes following the bullets as they travel towards their targets.

As he fires his sixth shot she takes her gun tucked under her and with the one shot remaining she fires into his arm.

Bucky shields the boys from the five bullets using his vibranium arm. The last one, shot just as Y/N hit the Director, zooms past him but Billy catches it with his powers.

“Good luck rotting in a federal prison when the inmates finds out you tried to off two kids.” Billy puts a spell on him so that he is frozen, like the rest of the soldiers.

“Good job, boys!” Y/N shouts referring to the twins and Bucky.

Vision flies out of the library and the twins run toward them for a big hug. Bucky and Y/N look at each other and smile. He feels like the team they once were.

Suddenly the sky turns red as the barrier is hit with blasts of Wanda’s magic. There is a battle of purple and red energy in the air as Wanda and Agnes fight. Vision attempts to fly up to help Wanda but she puts a barrier that pushes him back down.

“What is she doing?” Bucky asks but only Wanda can know. Y/N looks up concerned for her best friend but trusts that Wanda has a plan. She squeezes Bucky’s hand every time Agnes sees impermeable to Wanda’s powers, only absorbing them to fuel her own.

The battle rages on but just as it seems like Wanda has given all her power to Agnes runes appear on each wall of the boundary, rendering Agnes useless and she takes the magic back.

They float down and Y/N smiles proudly at her best friend. After she hugs her family, Y/N goes in for her hug.

“That was incredible!”

“I can’t believe Agatha – Agnes – was the one ruining everything this whole time,” Wanda says.

“Wait so… her name was Agatha all along?”

“Well, it seems our dream home has been reduced to a fixer upper,” Vision comments looking at the mess and rubble surrounding them.

Y/N recognizes Wanda’s face; it was a dream home but that’s just it. It’s just a dream. Something fleeting, to be enjoyed briefly but will never last long. She knows it and so does Vision.

“I know you’ll set everything right,” he smiles and if one were to look close enough, they would see the sadness behind it. “Just not for us.”

“No,” Wanda replies as her eyes move to meet Y/N’s who also understands what she has to do. “Not for us.”

Y/N snakes her arm around Bucky’s and locks their fingers together. “Shall we head home?” she says. He smiles and kisses her forehead.

The walk home feels shorter than usual as they know what’s to come. They split and walk into their own houses, Y/N and Wanda share a knowing look before they enter.

“Want some lemonade?” Y/N asks Bucky.

“No, I… I just want to sit.” He takes off his bullet-holed jacket, with Wanda’s illusion gone, he sees his vibranium arm clearly now, no longer masked to look like flesh.

“Okay,” Y/N says, smiling slightly, tears are already welling up in her eyes as she takes a seat on the couch next to him.

“I – I don’t know how to do this,” he chuckles uncomfortably. “I imagined so many times what I would say if I had the chance but now that I have it… it’s all gone.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispers.

“There’s too much to say and not enough time. I just… wish we had more.”

“I know. There’s never enough. But what we do have enough of is love for each other,” she sniffs and moves closer to him, taking his hands. “I am so grateful that I got to experience this life with you. I got everything I ever wanted just by being here, waking up next to you every morning. I couldn’t ask for more.”

“I could,” he laughs though tears fall from it as he thought of the idea of having kids together that they talked about so much. “I would ask for forever with you. And I know that that’s selfish; we already got more time than what was planned for us.” He raises his hand to cup her cheek. “I could never love someone like this again.”

“You have my permission,” she smiles sadly.

“I don’t want to.”

“I would never want you to put your life on hold because of me.” She lifts her hands to his neck, caressing him.

“You are…” he takes a deep breath. “were my life.”

“You have to keep going, sweetheart. For me. For you.”

“How can I go on, knowing what I’ve lost? How we could have lived if I hadn’t…” He shakes his head, tilting it so it touches hers.

“Don’t think about that. That wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t even Thanos’ fault. It was just… meant to be. The world needs to have Bucky Barnes back,” she whispers. “Strong, brave, selfless.” She kisses him with each word.

“The world deserves you back,” he insists.

She rolls her eyes playfully. “Don’t be stubborn. It already lost me. But you… will never. Okay? I’m right here.” She lowers one hand and stops at his heart. “Always.” She kisses him once more, long and hard and passionately. “Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll be right up,” she promises.

He nods slowly, wiping tears away.

Wanda takes that as the invitation to knock.

Y/N opens the door with a smile, eyes red from crying. “Come on in, Scarlet Witch,” she greets with the moniker Agatha gave her.

Wanda laughs and walks in. “I just put the twins to bed…” she says.

“Wanna sit outside? Admire my forget-me-nots?”

Wanda nods.

The cool evening air is welcome as they sit on the patio. Wanda conjures up iced tea, their go-to drink.

“I see Bucky finally made that bird bath,” she comments.

“Isn’t he ever the diy guy?” Y/N jokes. “I don’t think he could have done it outside of Westview, though.”

They both laugh but soon it dwindles to a sigh.

“I… never meant to hurt anyone,” Wanda sighs. “I just wanted you and Vision back.” She stares off to the distance. “When I lost him the… second time and I was snapped away I thought that was that. How could I get hurt any more after that?” she recalls. “Then I came back and the one person I was looking forward to seeing again… the only person I really had left. Wasn’t here anymore,” Wanda takes a shuddering breath and Y/N reaches over the table for her hand. “I knew how Bucky felt because I felt it too… I was feeling it again the same time he was. I asked him to come with me to S.W.O.R.D Headquarters, where I found out Vision’s… body was.” She struggles with the word even now. “They cut him up. Drilled into him. I… was so angry. So hurt. We drove to Westview and when I saw what he had planned for us. It all just took over. I wanted it all back. So did Bucky.”

“I will never blame you,” Y/N comforts. “You’re my sister. And I love you so much and I forgive you.”

“How did you know?” Wanda asks. “How did you know I needed your forgiveness?”

“My magical intuition,” she jokes and Wanda laughs.

“I guess I’m not the only magical girl in town,” she recites Agatha’s words.

“We’re the only girls in town,” Y/N says as she sees the red barrier getting closer now. “If you ever need me… I’m sure there’s a spell to talk to the dead.” It’s another joke but it may be possible.

“I’ll look into it,” Wanda winks with teary eyes.

“We better get back to our hubbies.”

“What would they do without us?” they chuckle and get serious again.

“Thank you for giving us the change to be together again. I hope I see you in another life, Wanda Maximoff,” Y/N says as she walks Wanda to the door.

“I’ll make sure of it,” she replies, hugging her tightly before leaving to her own home.

Y/N walks up the stairs, slowly making her way to their bedroom. “Did you say your goodbyes?” Bucky asks as he stands shirtless, looking out the window, watching the barrier close in.

“Mhm,” Y/N hums. She changes into one of his t-shirts and walks towards him. She gently takes his vibranium hand and guides him to the bed. “I just want you to hold me.”

Bucky nods and wraps her up in his arms, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. She feels his breathing quicken and she knows it’s because he’s crying. Hurting. And it brings tears to her own eyes again. I only hurt because you do, she thinks. When you love someone you feel their pain, it’s easy for her to accept what needs to be done. She’s not the one being left behind.

“I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“You already have,” With a final kiss, he feels her disappear as the barrier engulfs them. The comfortable feeling of holding her in his arms is gone, her warmth, her scent. Everything was gone again.

Opening his eyes, it’s day and he stands in a house as empty as his heart. A house that isn’t theirs anymore. It never really was.

He wipes his tears and walks out the front door to see a dreary, grey town. No longer vibrant with happiness and hope. As if it never happened.

Wanda stands in the foundations of her home and Bucky approaches silently. They stand together and Wanda takes a shuddering breath. They walk in silence through the crowd looking at them in disdain, leaving the place they called home for the first time in too long.

“I’m not angry you did this,” Bucky says. “I’m glad you did. I’m glad I got to see her again. We were together again.”

She nods.

“I don’t know how to live without her. But I promised her I’d try.”

“You’re staying,” she states. She doesn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he has decided.

“I want to… atone for my sins as the Winter Soldier. Make amends,” Bucky says.

“I’ll leave you with them then?” she says, referring to the sirens they hear approaching.

“Yes.”

“Goodbye, Bucky.”

“I’ll be seeing you, Wanda.”

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Dancing/Teaching them to dance to Latin music

Rating: T for handsy partners

Character x GN!Latin!Reader

This is a grab bag of characters from different fandoms and some general headcanons I have about them dancing to Latin music with you! For ones that are like fantasy/sci-fi, just imagine it is the Latin equivalent of music in said universe.

These are my own personal thoughts on these characters and I know not everyone will agree and that’s okay! I hope you still enjoy these!

Disclaimer: I can’t dance.

Serious disclaimer: I already struggle with my cultural identity enough and feel comfortable enough to post things like this here. How I experience/d my culture may not be how you experience/d yours and vice versa.

If you see something and don’t like how I’ve interpreted it, described it, what have you, then just move on please.

I am not any less of who I am.

Now onto the fun stuff!

In order, this list is comprised of characters from:

The Warriors (1979) Apex Legends Devil May Cry Star Wars Batman (not DC, just Batman Characters) Marvel

The Warriors (1975)

Swan - You will have to coax him to the dance floor, but he has surprisingly great rhythm. Definitely catches you off guard when he throws in a spin here and there. He’s got the basic moves down and you can help him learn from there.

Ajax - He doesn’t want to dance, but when he sees you moving your hips in that way, he might finally be convinced. You need to be a very patient teacher to help him because he’s just trying to grind against you and isn’t entirely taking your lesson serious. Don’t let it put you off though, when you give him that look that you mean business, he’ll settle down. He’s not the best dancer, but he’s got the spirit! Definitely does better with the faster paced music.

Vermin - Oh boy. He’s also got the spirit, but his dancing is all over the place. He’s having a great time with you, but you’re gonna have to help him reel it in! He’s a great listener and learns the basics pretty fast. You could totally bring him to a family function and he will be the life of the party, he’ll get along great with everyone.

Apex Legends

Loba - You don’t have to ask her to dance and she is not asking you, she’s telling you to come dance. But in a playful way! She knows the moves and has great rhythm so 10/10 a great partner. If you are the one she is having to teach, she’ll gladly do so. She will have to remind herself to let you take the lead if that’s the position you’re trying for. She’s a great teacher and focuses on relaxing you, playing off of whatever moves you bring.

Revenant - No

Kaleb Cross - He’s never really had much time for dancing so he’s clueless. If you guys are out and you ask him to dance he will politely decline. You’ll have to teach him in private. He’s frustrated when he keeps messing up, but play it lighthearted and he’ll relax and get it down. He’s happy to oblige your request for a dance the next time.

Mirage - He’s good! Too good. You can’t keep up. He’s being super extra with his moves, the spins, the dips, he’s doing them all. It’s gonna be a fun time, but you’ll be out of breath by the end of it. He might miss a step here and there, but recovers quickly.

Octane - Huapango and Duranguense are his favorite and he’s definitely got the legs for it. You guys are going to be that couple. You know the one, the one that’s bouncing all over the dance floor. He also loves Zapateado. He’s not one for the slower dances, he’s got way too much energy for that.

Devil May Cry

Dante - He can definitely already dress the part, but doesn’t know the steps all that well. You might try to teach him, but he’s really a go with the flow kind of guy so he’ll tell you to not worry so much about it. Just vibe with the music and it sort of just comes to him as he follows your lead. Keeps up way better than expected at your family function when Payaso de Rodeo comes on. He’s got a huge grin on his face as he flies around the dancefloor.

Nero - Shy boy. Zero clue as to what he’s doing and doesn’t want to embarrass himself. He can’t really keep up with the faster paced music so a slower dance is more his speed. Really gets into the rhythm with Bachata.

Nico - If you ask her to dance, she is so down! Hell yeah! She knows how to move, too. 10/10 great partner whether she’s following or taking the lead. Whatever she doesn’t know, she picks up really fast. Great party guest, your family adores her!

V - He’s also shy, but he sees you sitting there watching all the other couples dancing. He’ll be observant of everyone else’s moves for awhile and then ask you to dance. He’s a laid back type of dancer, he doesn’t need to do all the fancy footwork to make sure you guys fit right in and have a good time.

Vergil - Oh dear. We all saw his demon form bust a move so we know he’s got it in him somewhere deep deep down. He’s into the classics which means whatever he dances with you will be a rendition of some kind of ballroom dancing. He’s read enough about Salsa, Merengue, and Paso Doble type dances to make something happen. It’s a little old fashioned and prim and proper how he moves. Throw a little hip dip into the mix and he’s looking at you like you have just committed the biggest scandal and his face might get red, but he’ll slowly start to get the hang of it.

Star Wars

Qui-Gon Jinn - You don’t have to ask, he’s already holding his hand out for you to take. He’s a Jedi, so you might hesitate especially if you are, too, but he assures you that the two of you have nothing to hide. You affections for each other do not consume the other and he comforts you with the fact that he understands and respects the position that the two of you are in. He’s very familiar, though not proficient, with the steps.

Obi-Wan Kenobi - You invite him to a family function and try to guide him to where everyone is dancing. He’s pretty reserved and insists that he’s alright, but seeing you walk away trying to hide your disappointment convinces him. He’s not one for dancing so you’ll have to show him the steps. Wait does his leg really go there? This feels really intimate to him and he might have some objections, but you assure him that it’s totally normal and not as scandalous as he might think.

Cassian Andor - He dances and he dances well. 14/10 with rhythm. There’s a cantina you two frequent where you go dancing. He loves to dance to any style. You guys are definitely the “regular couple” who look like they know what they’re doing and the dance comes naturally to the two of you. Whether it’s platonic or romantic, he is a welcome staple at your family gatherings. If you show up without him be prepared for an interrogation: “donde esta Cassian?” “Cassian no es contigo?”

Din Djarin - You’re both alone on the Razorcrest and you’re still riding the high from being at whatever cantina/party you guys were at, dancing in the cockpit. You coax him into joining you for a dance. He’ll reluctantly admit he has zero clue as to what he’s doing. He’s willing to learn, but timid with his movements. Bring him to a family function and he’ll shy away, he does better around people who are less likely to see him again.

Boba Fett - Has some knowledge of this style of dancing, enough that you two don’t look totally lost in the sauce. He’s not so sure how socially acceptable his leg/hand placements are or the way you two are moving when you have to stand really close, but with some assurance from you, he’ll get the hang of it. Once he gets comfortable, you two are definitely that spicy couple on the dance floor at the cantina!

Batman

Bruce Wayne - He only knows the basic steps Alfred taught him, enough to get by at parties and social gatherings. He’s nervous, but wants to learn for you. After the first time he failed to get the steps right at whatever party you guys were at, he went home and reluctantly asked Alfred to help him learn to dance so he could surprise you next time. He adores being around your family, the closeness of the gatherings warms him and your family makes sure to make him feel welcome. Bruce even has Alfred help him cook so he can pitch in and bring a dish.

Alfred Pennyworth - Oh, he knows how to dance! Mostly ballroom, but he can adapt and pick up on things quite fast. If you bring him to the family function, he’s sure to impress everyone with his manners and his moves. All the tias at the party are silent and won’t give you any lip! He prefers slower dances with you because he’s not so focused on the steps so much as he is on you. 15/10 your family wants him back at the next carne asada. Oh and tell him to bring the Batfam! They sound lovely!

Harvey Dent - Him, dance to this? No. He’s a big guy and hard to miss which means any mistakes he might make will be noticeable. He wants to save himself the embarrassment. Maybe when a slower song comes on. He’s really sorry, but promises to somehow make it up to you. He’s definitely beating himself up. If you manage to get him out on the dance floor, he’s too worried about how he looks to focus on just enjoying himself.

Two-Face - Does not give a single fuck about how he looks. He knows a few moves and will surprise you with some fancy spins. He’s wayyy more confident in his abilities than Harvey. He’s more open to learning what he doesn’t know and definitely enjoys the close contact with you. Is it you or is it hot in here??

Bane - 15/10. Being from Santa Prisca, the man knows what he’s doing. He knows how to dance and has the best footwork despite his size. If anything, he’s teaching you how to dance. Romantic/sensual dances like Bachata are his favorite to do with you. Always welcome to the family gatherings.

Black Mask - Similar to Bruce, he knows enough to get by. What gets him interested in learning is being out at a club and seeing other guys asking you to dance. That is not going to fly. He’ll guide you to the dance floor and be open to your teachings if it mean getting everyone else to back off of you. He picks up pretty well and forgets being paranoid/angry. 9/10 he is very interested in doing this again with you.

Jason Todd - Oh yeah, he’s got this down. Not afraid to spice it up on the dance floor with how he holds you or where his hands are. Dancing with him is intense when you’re among strangers like at a club, but with family he’s much more tame. Being with the Batfam, he’s great with your siblings and cousins. He’s definitely the bad boy/rebel of the bunch, but he’s yours!

Marvel

Steve Rogers - Well he did kinda skip this part of his life, but if he backed down from a challenge then he wouldn’t be the hero he is today. You pull him to the dance floor and he is all for it. The basics are there, but he’ll need some work. You mention returning to a club or a family gathering coming up and he asks that you practice some moves with him. To your surprise, he dances Cumbia pretty damn well.

Bucky Barnes - He’s still adjusting to just being Bucky again so he won’t come easily if you try to get him on the dance floor. Once he’s out there with you, he’s shy and reserved, suddenly it’s like he forgot how to even do a basic school side-to-side shuffle. Be patient and help him along and he’ll fall back into the flow of the moves. He really likes dancing Norteñas and loosen him up enough and he’ll come around to Cumbia.

Peter Parker - God he knows he can’t dance, but he really wants to impress you so before you guys go out, he researches latin dances and the music styles. He wants to be bold and take initiative so he asks you to dance first. He’s nervous at first and might ramble all the facts he learned during his research: did you know what is cited as the first cumbia outside of Columbia is "La Cumbia Cienaguera"? Totally just know that from a book he read and not during his late night deep dive on the internet. He’s an 8/10 on applying what he learned!

Loki - Are you sure this is how he’s supposed to hold you? This feels really intimate. Kinda wishing he hadn’t been goaded by Thor into asking you to dance. He’s the better dancer of the two of them, but it occurs to him now that he has no idea what he’s doing. He’s gonna ask you to trust him and he’ll improvise a lot, but somehow it works!

Ultron - That’s really cute. You’re so adorable. Wait, you’re serious?

Ulysses Klaue - No one can convince me that he can’t dance. I am firm in my belief that he can and he has way too much fun with it. Judging from the singing to Haddaway, he digs house music and has visited many a club. He’s traveled a lot so I have no doubt that he can do Latin dances. He’s a little silly about it so you’ll have to reel him in a bit.

Venom (not MCU, but still Marvel) - Eddie is down, but Venom is EXCITED. Yes, Venom would love to dance let’s go! It’ll be difficult to dance since Eddie and Venom will probably be at war with each other on how to go about moving in one body and with you since they both have different ideas of what they should be doing. You’ll help bring some balance between them; Eddie will be comfortable while Venom will still get to express themself.

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That’s it! These are ones I just had on the top of my head, there’s plenty others I could have done, but didn’t have much to write about or I’d need to go back and watch/read some stuff to get a better idea.

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ignoti nulla cupido | part fifteen.

summary: natasha finds you once again to be able to keep her an tony’s promise to keep you safe, but how would they react when they’ll learn about the little dirty secret you have been keeping since you left bucky’s side?  

word count: 752.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

warnings: angst, IMPLICIT rape and abusive sexual behaviour.

author’s note: this story is approaching to the end, so prepare yourselves!

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All Bucky could do was holding her shivering form in his arms, pressing her body to his to give her some sort of comfort he knew she wouldn’t have until both of them will get back to the team with Jay safe and sound.

Even in her sleeping, her body continued quivering after the events that had happened just a few hours ago. Her body still smelt like sex and blood, a combination that just infuriated Barnes every time he set his eyes on the scars along her pale face and the already formed bruises along her thighs and neck.

They just tossed her away back to the cell once they were done with her, naked and motionless. And all the minutes that went by until the hold in Bucky set him free and he could reach to her felt like hours, watching her lied there trying not to cry and be strong.

Now, (Y/N)’s body was in his hold once again as his t-shirt covered her dirty skin and the tears that Bucky refused to let go when she was awake hit him with all the heaviness of his past acts and the mistakes that led them to that moment.

As the tears mixed with the dry ones in her face, Bucky couldn’t help to pull away the rebel strands of hair in her face so he could memorize her features once again; how her hair was shorter now than when she left, the little wrinkles around her eyes and the freckles along her jaw.

He tried to memorize every single detail in her skin, from the ones he could remember to the new ones that had formed over the last three years. Bucky memorized them while making up stories about how she got that little scar in her wrist or the burn mark in her right elbow, all of them involved Jay and a stupid situation in which he would try to help her cook or a playground and much enthusiasm from his son.

Sorrow invaded his heart as he thought about all those scenarios, about how normal they were, how far from the monster he fought every day to make the world a safer place and how he would have given up saving the world if that meant he could’ve been included in any of those scenes of normality and domesticity.

However, he couldn’t go back to the beginning, he couldn’t go back and try to fix his mistakes so he could have what he’d always wanted and a long-forgotten saying resurfaced from the depths of oblivion, Ignoti Nulla Cupido.

He had heard the Latin saying some years back, from the same lips that were now broken and purple when he told her for the first time about what exploded in his chest whenever she laughed and looked to the ground so nobody could see the crimson in her cheeks. Bucky remembered clearly the disbelief written across her face and the scolding tone in her voice when she told him he was a helpless dreamer, that he didn’t know anything about her to feel that way towards her and how you can’t crave something you don’t know before leaving him standing alone at the tower’s gym.

She was right, you can’t desire something you don’t know but he couldn’t help to feel that way around her since the very first day his eyes met hers. Since that day he wondered what would be to be the one she held, the one she loved every night and morning and when he got it… He lost it as soon as the written words in the sand disappeared because of the ocean, that was the way he lost her.

Ignoti Nulla Cupido, the words came back once again to him to mock him as he looked around the cell in which they were placed. Yes, the words kept teasing him because he had yearned everything about her without knowing that he already had it, without really knowing.

The grotesque situation made him laughed, he laughed so hard he could’ve sworn he was gonna pass out from oxygen deprivation.

Whipping his tears away, his gaze returned to her face and as he was about to tell her how wrong she was all those years ago, how one can desire what they don’t know, a soft childish voice startled him.

“You’re very important to her,” a pair of greyish blue orbs now locked in Bucky’s. “I’ve seen it in her mind, who are you?”.

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[bananapie99]

Excuse Me

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Bucky Barnes knew several languages. All fluently. He even knew Latin. Who knows Latin?? One language he did not know: American Sign Language. That became crystal clear when you quite literally ran into him while running away from your ex. You didn’t realize the super soldier was right in your path, and the impact made you think you ran into a wall. As you stumbled back, his arm wrapped around your waist, steadying you. Flustered, you look up and realize exactly whose arm you were wrapped in, and suddenly you felt your ears burning. You could tell he was saying something, his chest vibrating and his lips moving. You couldn’t quite read his lips between his hair falling in his face and the inability of your eyes to stay focused under his stare.

Regaining some sense of yourself, you just shook your head and pointed at your ears. I can’t hear you. You opened your mouth to speak the words to him, but you were interrupted by a clearer view of his mouth. It was obvious he was speaking slower, enunciating each syllable. It took everything in your power to not roll your eyes at the man. Believe it or not, that makes it so much harder to read lips. When you stretch out a word, it no longer holds the same shape. This time, you opened your mouth again and spoke to him as you signed.

“I’m deaf, it doesn’t matter how slowly you speak to me. I can’t hear you.”

His cheeks reddened and you saw his mouth move again. I’m sorry.

“Common mistake. And it’s harder to read your lips the slower you talk.”

His eyes were locked onto your hands, watching as you signed. It was kind of cute, watching his brain try to make sense of the motions while hearing your voice.

How did you lose your hearing?

His question took you by surprise. People usually wait a little longer to ask you that, but the look on his face was proof he was genuinely curious.

“In middle school I started getting really bad ear infections, each one worse than the one before. After each infection my hearing was worse, until one day it was just gone.”

That’s why you speak so clearly.

There it was. He found your button and pushed it. Gorgeous super soldier or not, some things just shouldn’t be said. In your head you were debating whether or not to explain to him how insulting that statement is. Instead, you settled on this.

“Maybe so, but I typically don’t speak unless I have to. I don’t like not being able to hear myself, it makes me anxious. Thanks for catching me.”

And then you walked away.

That night you were in your apartment reviewing notes for class, but Bucky Barnes kept invading your thoughts. Accepting defeat, you closed your laptop and walked into the kitchen to brew coffee. Bucky Barnes was even more attractive in person than he looked on the news. Greek god didn’t even do him justice, but it was the closest comparison your mind could draw. Maybe you had been a little rude to him today. It was clear from the beginning he was not trying to offend you. The poor man had actually been genuinely curious, but you let your own insecurities get in the way. If you were to ever run into Bucky Barnes again, which let’s be real is highly unlikely, you would apologize, and this time properly introduce yourself.

As fate would have it, you were running late for class the next morning. It was as though you had learned nothing about what running gets you yesterday. Running gets you into the beautifully sculped arms of a super soldier…could be worse. You smirked to yourself at the thought, but that quickly disappeared when you found yourself stopped suddenly by another wall. There’s no way this is happening. Sure enough, as you looked up, your gaze met with his intoxicating blues. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Apparently, the universe really wanted you to apologize to this man. As you opened your mouth to begin your apology, you were distracted by the sudden movement of his hands, the sun reflecting off the metal of one. Quickly you realized the man was signing to you. He was quite clear and fairly fluid, especially for someone who presumably knew no sign language just the morning before. Bucky was apologizing to you, acknowledging how his questions yesterday may have been inappropriate and at the very least he could tell they made you uncomfortable. It was sweet, really, and you could tell he genuinely meant what he was saying. It wasn’t some thrown together half thought out apology. He had started learning how to sign for goodness sake. Finally, his hands stopped moving and you smiled, taking the opportunity to begin your apology. Slowly you began signing to him, hoping he could understand, but willing to explain if he didn’t know a sign.

Thank you. But I owe you an apology too. I shouldn’t have been so rude to you yesterday. That’s just a sensitive topic for me. Can we start over?

His smile led you to believe he understood. He nodded and his hands started moving again.

I’d like that. A lot.

With a new understanding of each other, you decided to start again, with proper introductions. You told him your name and what your major was at school. He told you his name, though of course you already knew who he was. Bucky Barnes was the sweetest man you had ever met and a total gentleman. He offered to buy you a cup of coffee and that’s how you ended up sitting in this little café for the past five hours. The two of you had a great time getting to know each other and you taught him more sign language and gave him more information about Deaf culture and etiquette. It was amazing how fast he was picking up sign language, including its grammar structure that differs from spoken English. Bucky Barnes made you feel truly seen and understood. You weren’t sure how to explain it, but there was something almost magical about being around him.

Bucky and you made your coffee dates a regular occurrence, when his schedule allowed of course. His interest in sign language never wavered and neither did his ability to easily learn and retain. The more time you spent with him the more you felt yourself falling for him. Of course, from the beginning you were quite taken by his appearance, but your admiration went so much deeper than that. A few months into these little coffee dates, he worked up the courage to ask you on a real date. He was already at the coffee shop when you arrived. As you took a seat you notice his gaze kept shifting and his body was jittery. From someone with his background this was very unusual.

Are you okay? You signed to Bucky.

He just nodded.

You put one of your hands on top of his flesh one and rubbed your thumb against him to attempt to ground him. His eyes suddenly snapped to yours with an intensity you rarely see. His hands were moving.

Can I take you on a proper date?

At first you thought you misunderstood. You asked him to repeat what he said. You saw he was laughing.

Come on doll, it was hard enough to ask you once. You’re really gonna make me do it again?

Was it even a question what your response would be? Of course you said yes, and as you did you saw the muscles in his shoulders relax and a true smile take over his face. You had a feeling this was the start of a long and happy life with Bucky Barnes.

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[trashmenofmarvel]

Branded - Chapter 53

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: The ritual begins.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: Blood, whump

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Walking into the ritual room, as you now called it, felt more like you were walking to the executioner’s block rather than to perform some magic. Maybe they would end up being one and the same.

Thankfully, there were only three other people in the room besides you. Bucky had balked at being informed there would be several other sorcerers in attendance, and after observing his memories, both in person and through old, grainy film, you could understand why a room full of people during a ritual would be terrifying.

So now there was only you, Strange, Wong, and Bucky. The latter held your attention as soon as you stepped in the room. He appeared calm on the outside, despite the fact he was strapped down with a stone table, but you would recognize the glassy fear in his eyes as intimately as if you’d looked in the mirror.

Bucky wasn’t scared of you, you knew that, but unease gripped your throat still as you approached the table. He was restrained, for his safety and for yours. The thin, silver manacles around his wrists and ankles glimmered in the light cast by the lamps around the room. A room where you’d witnessed a demon exorcism, watched Bucky frozen, and now you would be performing a spell no one had ever done before.

Generally speaking, this wasn’t a room where nice things happened. You could only hope to break that pattern.

“Are you ready?” you asked him, reaching out and taking his hand. He wrapped his fingers around yours without hesitation. Despite the chill in the room, there was sweat beading on his bare chest. All he wore were a pair of dark pants, his wings folded up behind his back, and his searching tail grasped yours as quickly as his hand had done.

“Yeah.” Bucky swallowed down the gravel in his voice. “Ready.”

You reluctantly let go with one last squeeze of your fingers. Bucky’s tail uncoiled from yours, and you missed the contact as soon as it was gone.

Oh-fucking-kay, you thought, taking a deep breath as you positioned yourself at the side of the stone table. Remember to speak clearly, and keep your thoughts clearer. Intention is more important than the words themselves.

Bucky stared up at you, but only for a moment, his jaw working as he braced himself. And then he turned his eyes up to the ceiling, staring blankly, bracing himself for what came next.

It reminded you less of someone visiting the dentist’s office, and more of someone expecting to be brutally tortured for hours. God, you hoped that wasn’t going to be the case, because you weren’t sure if you could stop the spell safely in the middle.

You stared off slow, meticulous, drawing glowing circles and patterns into the air above Bucky’s prone form. Above his chest, his head, various points of “power” all along his body, focusing most of it above the sigil on his left shoulder. That would be the gateway, the focal point of the demonic energy that was bonded to him.

That sigil had been the main focus on your studies, and you’d even taken some time to see if, by some small miracle, the effects could be reversed—that you could cast the demon energy out of Bucky permanently. You found it was impossible, not without killing Bucky in the process, so that idea was firmly thrown out the window. Finding a way to make sure no one could enslave him again was the least you could do, but if it worked, it would hopefully make the demon side more bearable for him to live with.

You chanted the words in Latin, ones that would open Bucky to be bonded to another, but hopefully not in the role of a slave. He gritted his teeth but didn’t make a sound, sweat glistening on his forehead as his breathing quickened. You were tempted to rush it, to ease his discomfort quicker, but you didn’t dare. You would go slow and make sure it was perfect.

After that, you said words that weren’t written in any book. They would signify your willingness to join Bucky in a pact, a consensual one where you were both equals. It wasn’t all that different than making a human pact, except you were saying the intention part out loud, in the language of demon magic, and hoping it was enough.

It should have been. And yet, when you were done speaking them. Nothing happened.

You met Bucky’s eye, the reluctance in them palpable. You both knew gaining direct access to Bucky’s demon side might take more than a few words.

With an apologetic wince, you turned toward the stone podium nearby. On its surface was a red velvet cloth, and on top of that, a glittering onyx blade. Curling your fingers around the athame, the very tool that had done this to Bucky, felt wrong. Profane. You’d never wanted to see it again, especially after witnessing Zemo use it on him, but there was no other option if you wanted to harness the energy within the sigil.

“Are you sure you’re still okay with this?” you asked, voice lowered so it reached no further than Bucky. “We can back out now. It’s not too late.”

“I’m fine.”

He looked anything but fine. As soon as you’d touched the knife, his brows had tensed and his breathing quickened, his tail tightly wrapped around his leg.

“Okay.” You took a deep breath and poised the blade above his shoulder, stomach queasy as you fought not to tremble. This was not the time to have shaky hands. “Tell me if you need to stop.”

Bucky nodded but said nothing. There was nothing more to say. You both knew at a certain point, you would either have to complete the ritual as intended… or seal Bucky to you, becoming his master. Once the pentagram was cut open by the athame, there was no going back.

Teeth clenched together, your heart in your throat, you aimed the edge of the blade… and sliced downwards.

Nothing could have prepared you for Bucky’s reaction to the knife. It was a blessing you were no longer connected, because you would have been too overwhelmed in agony, frozen while Bucky screamed and writhed against the restraints.

The violent reaction, you were prepared for. What you weren’t prepared for was the stones trembling at your feet and the rumble of the walls shaking, causing the lamps to flicker and dust to sprinkle from cracks in the ceiling.

The energy pouring out of Bucky’s wound was searing and nearly blinding. You’d never been aware of it before, but now it was nearly overwhelming, your senses interpreting it as a blaring red light that felt exactly like the demon realm.

And if you didn’t do something, it would continue to pour out of Bucky, until it either killed him or it brought down the entire Sanctum.

The knife dropped from your fingers and you cast out a rapid spell. Fractals split in the air, surrounding you both a good distance on either side, trapping you in a glittering dome.

Strange and Wong were blocked just outside of the Mirror Dimension pocket you’d open. Wong’s stern face was fraught with worry, and even Strange seemed fearful as he banged his fists on the barrier. Orange glyphs glowed around his fists, but it would take time for them to break through.

You ignored them. Whatever happened inside the pocket wouldn’t damage the world outside, and either way, Bucky was still screaming through his teeth. He needed you more than they did.

Sweating, you picked up the athame and stared at the demonic energy coming from his shoulder, studying it, trying to understand how to harness it, even as the floor continued to rumble.

There had to be another way—

Bucky screamed again, and your composure wavered.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t take away his choice, his ability to make choices. Even if you never gave him a command on purpose, it could always happen on accident.

And what then? How was Bucky being your slave any better than you being his food source?

But what else could you do? What other choice did you have than to finish the one ritual you knew would work for certain? There was nothing you could do, nothing else that would—

When the moment comes and the obvious choice feels wrong… trust yourself to find a different answer.

The world seemed to quiet around you, replaced by the Ancient One’s words, so clear as if she’d just spoken in your ear.

The air rushed out of your lungs. Ignoring the world shaking around you, you raised the black knife to your right shoulder, and cut.

The blade sliced through your flesh as easily as it had through Bucky’s demonic skin, and you nearly dropped the knife as fire coursed through your body. Your sigil burned worse than it had ever done before, and tears sprang through your eyes as you stumbled to the stone slab.

Bucky continued to writhe, in so much agony he was completely unaware of his surroundings. You couldn’t tell him what you were doing, he was in no mind to hear it, let alone understand it. So you braced yourself when you took the knife and sliced through the manacle holding his left wrist.

Bucky’s claws would have torn a chunk out of you, but you grabbed his arm and held it against your side. With magic augmenting your own strength, you were able to keep him in place, even as the armored plates shifted and rose as he tried to pull free.

Warmth dripped from your shoulder, but you ignored it. There was a distant banging on the barrier of your pocket dimension, and you ignored that, too.

You focused on nothing else except Bucky’s arm, wedged between your elbow and your side.

“I’m sorry.”

You cut the palm of his demonic hand with the blade.

Bucky arched against the slab, his screams just as intense as anything HYDRA had done to him.

Tears leaked down your face as you thought I’m sorry, I’m sorry, over and over again.

Keeping his arm in place, you transferred the blade to your other hand and cut through your right palm with one swift movement. You were growing woozy and had to hurry.

Dropping the knife, you grabbed Bucky’s wrist and pulled his arm straight, hovering his bleeding left palm over your sigil, just as you positioned your own hand over his glowing shoulder.

Bucky fought against you the whole time, unaware of anything but the pain as he tried to draw his arm against his chest, but you held it firm.

At the same exact moment, you slammed his hand down onto your bleeding shoulder, just as your wounded palm pressed against his fiery pentagram.

Like a closed circuit, heat and electricity surged through your bodies in a loop. Light and heat exploded in your vision, demonic energy filling you past the point of control, and you were sure you were going to erupt in flames—

And then it stopped. The world went quiet, and dark, and then you heard…

Birds.

You opened your eyes. You weren’t in the room, or in the Sanctum at all. You were outdoors, in a yard, surrounded by trees whose leaves were bright green in preparation for the summer.

Both of your hands were curled around something metal, and you looked up to see your fingers wrapped around the chains of a very familiar swing set. Even more confusing, your legs weren’t dragging against the ground, but flat against it.

You leapt to your feet, stumbling because your legs were a lot shorter than you remembered.

“Bucky? Bucky!”

You clapped your hands over your mouth, startled by a high-pitched voice that had come from it.

You were a child again. And the backyard was none other than the one that belonged to your family home in Boston.

How did you get here? Where was Bucky? What the hell had happened?

“Ah, there you are.”

Your breath caught in your throat. No, it couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible.

And yet, when you slowly turned around, there she was, standing there. Alive and real and very much able to see you without question this time.

The Ancient One.

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Pairing-Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary- you talk to Bucky finally a couple months after joining the avengers, he’s not as rude as you thought he would be

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It was never normal being a Phoenix, with knowing the fact that every year you had to burn to death and be reborn but it’s what you had been doing since you were a kid, so you got used to it kind of

When you joined the avengers you met everyone except for the ex hydra assassin you think they said his name was bucky, and he never really came out of his room when you were there so you barely got to see him

You had seen him train before so y’know he is quick on his feet but the thing is you feel bad for him, him being tortured by hydra and all, when Friday night came around Tony mentioned he was having another one of his ‘party’s’ and asked you to come you obviously said yes but right now you were regretting your decision

Here you stood in the middle of the room in your Latin red dress hair done by Wanda of course and Natasha helped you pick the outfit you could hear footsteps behind you but disregarded them for a strangers really they belonged to the man you always wondered about he was walking off to the elavator and for a split second you could see hurt in his eyes

After another half an hour of staying at the party you decided to go check on Bucky, “hey Friday where is Bucky?” You asked the AI stepping into the elavator “Mr Barnes is on the roof Miss Y/N” you wondered quietly why he would be on the roof “thank you Friday” as the elavator reached the top floor you exited and made your way to the steps to the roof

Making your way up you did see someone sitting on the edge who you guessed was Bucky as you got closer you could hear his heavy breathing you sat down beside him and said “hi, I’m y/n you probably don’t kn-“ he quickly cut you off with “ I know who you are no need to elaborate, what I want to know is why your up here?”

You looked at him confused how could he know who you were “um well I seen you walk out of the party and was wondering if your ok” he again didn’t look at you when answering “I’m fine you can leave now” you took that as a bit of a rude way to dismiss someone and came back with

“Look dude I don’t know what your problem is but you need to st-“ he quickly cut you off with a kiss which turned from a peck to a passionate full on make out session and as you pulled away you were both breathless “I like you” he said quietly turning away from you, you quickly turned him around to face you

“Well at least buy a girl dinner first before just kissing her” you said giving him another kiss, after that night you and Bucky got a lot closer than you thought you would

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Forbidden thoughts | 10. Among the ruins

— PAIRING: soft!dark!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: For one of his last missions to make amends, Bucky tracks down the daughter of a man he killed when he was the Winter Soldier. He follows her from a distance at first, then slowly gets to know her. Affection turns to love which turns to lust which turns into something darker. Bucky tells himself he’s stalking her with good intentions, but he knows that isn’t true anymore.

— CHAPTER NOTES: Hello, my lovelies! I'm back 🌺 Reader and Bucky do a bit of bonding, he does a lot bit of staring, and they make lovey-eyes at each other. Bucky then does a little no-no that we will explore more of next chapter. We also get a bit of chaotic academia vibes from Melvin 😂 Enjoy!

Oh, a little side-note. I've kind of made up a language for Cathonia, and I use words from it every now and then. It's mostly just messed up Latin mixed with French or other influences. There's one word used this chapter, and that's Valēte - Good health / Goodbye.

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The half-drunk cup of tea was left abandoned on the table, too cold by now for him to bother with. The girl had given up on hers as well and instead fished her phone out of her pocket and started fiddling through it. Bucky looked at Eugene and Melvin in their animated, if inscrutable, conversation.

"Those frescos were done as a result of a misreading of the Latin Cananeus as caninus."

"But uncle, there's no evidence he ever was described as a Canaanite."

"There's no evidence he had the head of a dog either."

"There's paintings of him!"

"Those weren't contemporary!"

The girl was taking photos of the landscape outside the window now, trying to capture each scene in a race against the motions of the train.

"I'm not very good at it," she said without looking at Bucky, having felt his gaze.

"I'm sure that isn't true," he smiled.

"Are you calling me a liar?"

He chuckled and watched her adjust something on her phone, move it against the glass further, closer, then straight against it. Her lips were parted in expectation, challenging him to reply, but her brow was creased in concentration as she criticised the view she captured — never good enough.

"You shouldn't talk yourself down, that's all."

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience," she teased.

"Suppose I am."

She brought the phone down from the window and scrolled through the pictures, deleting some and saving others.

"So, did you stop?" she asked, looking up at him. "Talking yourself down?"

Bucky felt himself sitting more stiffly, almost straightening his back, but the metal hand slipped between his knees to hide.

"Not really," he answered sincerely after a short while.

"Let's make a deal, then. I stop doing it if you do."

Her head was tilted slightly, like her smile, but her eyes held his in a firm and steady way, melting through however cold they might have seemed and settling in a little burrow all her own. It felt strange, it left him feeling naked — to see and talk to her like this, face-to-face rather than from afar like all those days and nights before. It was like seeing her again after forgetting everything, as if he just got his memories back and had to relearn everything, but without any of that shame or strain again. It felt, somehow, like a whole new life.

"Alright," he chuckled. "It's a deal."

She grinned triumphantly and turned, phone flush against the window once again to focus on the world outside.

The faint ghost of her stared right back, reflected in the glass, but the girl paid it no mind. She had reflected him too, he now realised… Bouncing questions back at him, focusing on him — digging, it seemed, through his mind, trying to figure him out. "I guess it's only fair," he smirked to himself. She watched the passing landscape — dead hills, black trees, indifferent white sky — with the same abandon. Her eyes, now without their sleepy haze, betrayed an intensity that rushed out of her, just like her hours spent under the trees pouring herself away into a book, as if she lived in a world apart from those around her.

She escaped, in focusing on other things and places, from herself. Bucky wondered if that's what he was supposed to be doing all along, in his making amends. Maybe that purpose had become lost — or maybe it was just he that had been lost along the way.

After a few minutes, the girl seemed satisfied and took her phone back down.

"Pretty view," he said.

She hummed distractedly, then looked at him and blushed as she noticed how he gazed at her. His eyes were hard but soft around the edges, and the smile on his lips curled up in the slightest of suggestive ways, but she quickly put away the thought that the compliment was meant for her.

"I like taking pictures of nature," she simply said.

"It calms you down," he noticed.

"It does… Makes you feel small and fleeting, like disappearing."

Their journey together was reaching the end, marked by sad little houses in half-abandoned villages, cows grazing among the low grass, and smoke pillars rising in the distance from the finished harvest. Mr Daimon was browsing the brochure from the resort and Melvin leaned back quietly while the girl and Bucky talked.

"Do you like to go to bars or restaurants," she asked, trying to find something for him to do as part of his vacation. "Or on hiking trips…?"

It was the best excuse he had, and by now Eugene and Melvin were certain, between themselves, that Bucky was an ex-policeman. He'd heard them speculating that he was on suspension for some tragic and dramatic event that, naturally, he was still traumatised by.

"I guess so," he said.

"Or souvenir shopping?"

"Maybe."

"Or museums?"

He paused at that and searched her face. Did she mean to ask why he had been following her? Was this her way of saying that she noticed? If she noticed — did she mind?

"Sometimes," he answered.

The girl smirked knowingly and bit her lip, looking back down as she chose her next words carefully — an accusation? an invitation maybe — and he was prepared for anything, whether he had to make an excuse, a confession, or play down his need to see her again.

Instead, Melvin turned his attention back to them. "What was that about hiking?" He'd nearly dozed off but now he'd woken up.

"Don't tell me you're interested in that," she teased him. She brought her hands down to warm them in her pockets and put her phone in there as well.

"Why not?" the boy shrugged, hands still shoved under the crook of his arms. His black coat had ridden almost all the way up to his ears, hair even more of a mess than usual falling over his eyes in waves, but now he sat a bit higher and straightened himself up. "I've always been the adventurous type."

"You're a bookworm, Mel."

"So are you."

"Exactly, so I know one when I see one."

"I went into a bit of a 'nature' phase when I was into the romantic poets, I even tried mountain climbing."

"Oh, really?" she asked with an arched brow, sneaking a look at Bucky for them to share a laugh together at Melvin's expense. "How high up did you get?"

"Well, I wasn't counting…"

Bucky watched their banter with a smile, falling into the ease of this new friendship with them both, happy to not have to worry for a while about his cover or the mission or his guilty, selfish reasons to be there. Even the stress of trying to impress her was gone, and he was just happy to see her laugh and giggle, albeit with someone else…

Something about it bothered him, nevertheless. She'd shifted gears with an ease that felt like a betrayal — he'd been so close to a breakthrough, the way in he'd waited for, and just now when her barriers were broken down and he could find a path through that to her, a change of topic was all it took to move her in an instant miles away from that close and quiet conversation.

She showed another side of her to Melvin, perhaps unconsciously more similar to the way she'd been when they were students. But was that really what it was, or was the side she'd just shown him — subdued, sombre, but powdered sweet on top as if she was waiting to know him better before letting him taste her more bitter parts — just another mask? Throughout these past couple of hours of polite exchanges, she had made him feel as if she held his hand throughout with only the tender tones of her voice and the way she looked at him.

The landscape outside slowly became more civilised, and when tall houses came into view and the train started to slow down, the group started waking from their sluggishness and gathered their things. There wasn't much to take, aside from Mr Daimon's luggage. Melvin had a worn-out cotton bag with some bulky things inside — no doubt his archaeology "equipment" — and the girl had just her purse and the presents.

They all got up after the train stopped and filed out one by one, with Bucky left for last. He turned one final time to check that nobody had forgotten anything when he saw a flash of something half-sunken in the cushions. He leaned over the couch and picked it up: it was the girl's phone, slender and smooth in its toothy-white casing. It must've fallen out of her coat pocket when she was leaning back…

He went after the group as they made their way off the train, intent on giving it to her. Melvin was carrying his uncle's luggage down the steps, then the girl went next; Bucky waited for her to be safely down before he followed.

"You're sure there's a taxi around?" Melvin asked.

"They're usually around the corner exit," said the girl as Bucky joined them.

"Which way are you going, my dear?" asked Mr Daimon.

"That way and to the left," she said, gesturing.

"Up the high street and toward Usk?"

"Something like that, yes."

"That's just the way I'm headed. Why don't we share the cab, then?"

"You think so?"

"Certainly!"

Bucky now realised he'd slipped her phone into his pocket as he got off the train — it would probably look bad if he drew her attention to it now. He waited for the group to start walking up the stairs and away from the platform. The place looked even more run-down than Ixum station, and if he hadn't just arrived there he would have thought it was abandoned. Only a guardsman, half-awake behind the window at hid desk, showed the place was operating.

There were a couple of cabs waiting just where she had said. Drivers perked up when they saw the potential clients, and the girl went ahead to see about their ride before Bucky could stop her.

"I guess this is it, my boy," Mr Daimon said to his nephew.

"Have fun, uncle."

"One adventure ends," he sighed, picking up his things again with cheer, "and another begins."

"Try not to cause too much trouble," Melvin chuckled.

"Impertinent whelp. Keep me up to date on your findings!"

"Sure, will do."

Then Mr Daimon turned to shake Bucky's hand with an air of deep respect.

"Detective Barnes, it was a pleasure."

"Pleasure was all mine. Enjoy the rest of your vacation, Eugene," he grinned, shaking the old man's hand warmly. "Keep in good health."

"You too, yes," he laughed. "Both of you. Don't go falling down a dig site."

"We won't," said Melvin, trying to not roll his eyes.

"We're all set, Mr Daimon," the girl said, skipping back toward them. "Mel, I've told the other driver about where you want to go, hope you don't mind."

"No, that's great! Thank you. Come on, James."

Eugene went in first while the driver fit his suitcase.

"It was nice seeing you again," the girl said as she and Melvin hugged, sounding for the first time genuinely warm toward him.

"You too," he grinned, and as they parted he said with a dramatic tone, "Valēte!"

"Valēte!" she laughed. "Bye, Mr Barnes!"

"Goodbye," he said, waving her off as she slipped into the car. "Have fun, and safe travels back."

"You too!"

The doors slammed shut, the engine purred to life, and then she was just a light shape waving from behind a tinted window as they drove off in a cab that looked rather like a hearse.

The car reserved for them was much the same, and Bucky and Melvin rode it in silence — the boy checking his bag for all of the equipment, Bucky trying to reason with himself as to why he never returned her phone, the driver staying silent.

If he pretended to remember that he found it and ended up taking it out of his pocket to give to her, it would've certainly looked strange. She didn't even seem to notice it was missing. Perhaps it wasn't hers, although it sure looked like it. In any case, he'll meet her back in Ixum and return it, he isn't a thief — it isn't stealing to just hold onto something for safekeeping, is it?

Within 40 minutes, they reached a hillside with a rarer outcropping of houses and the car started to slow down. They were already out of Urte and by now were in some nearby village. The trees grew tilted toward the road and on either side was hard and crumbly soil spilled out in waves like a black frozen sea. Beyond it, to the east, a desolate expanse of wire gates cut open, with steel tables left half-submerged into the mud and upturned chairs and barrels awaiting beyond. At the furthest edges of horizon, hardly distinguishable from the fog, jagged rocks poked upward like massive gravestones trying to bite the sky.

"We're here," said Melvin, barely containing his excitement.

They paid the driver and stepped out, and then they were alone. Looking around, Bucky wondered how many of the houses there were even inhabited. The lawns looked dead, there were no lights on, and all of the curtains were drawn.

They stepped off the main road and onto the empty earth, through the scraps of chainlink fence, and toward those towering pillars. They were further away than they seemed, and Melvin began explaining various theories about the place — that it had been an aqueduct, a temple, a villa, a fort. That last one was his favourite, but there was too little data found so far to support it, and what had been found seemed contradictory.

"Here, take this," he said, fishing through his things to pull out a camera.

Bucky looked from the clunky thing in his hand back to the boy with a bemused smile. He hadn't actually expected to be put to work.

"And what do you want me to do with this?"

"You can take some pictures of the general surrounding, all around the hillside, but I'm especially interested in the carvings on the pillars, and the broken corners," Melvin listed, pointing with his bony finger to each area. One could barely see the uneven tops of stone that were fallen over. "I'll be taking more details sketches of the reliefs," he said, taking out a large roll of paper and a chunk of graphite.

"It shouldn't be too hard, right?" the boy added. "Just think of it as a crime scene. A very old crime scene."

Bucky shrugged and smiled to himself, but he decided to take the job seriously. He owed it to Melvin, after all, for letting him come along on the train even after he'd originally refused, even if the boy didn't know he was doing him a favour.

They spent the morning and went well into the afternoon exploring the site, with photographs and sketches and charcoal reliefs and half a notebook of scribbled observations. They went far enough away that they couldn't see the road or houses anymore, but in the disorienting fog among the ruinss the two men found a peace unlike any in the city, a quiet deeper than the tomb with all the voices closed in marble.

Melvin didn't question his assistant's dubious strength when it came to lifting rocks out of the way or holding things apart enough for him to sliver through, and Bucky didn't complain about his good nature being taken advantage of. Perhaps it was Melvin's small stature or his talent of sketching that, subconsciously, reminded him of Steve and softened him toward the boy.

"Are we done yet?" he asked after he checked his watch and saw that it was 3 o'clock.

"We'll never be done," sighed the boy, looking at a half-excavated hillside that seemed, to Bucky, to have nothing notable about it. "But we might as well wrap it up."

"Yeah, we can grab lunch and then head back to the station. Maybe… maybe even…"

He had half formed the idea of meeting the girl there again, as she'd no doubt be taking the 6 o'clock ride.

"Sure," said Melvin distractedly as he started packing up his things. "Call us a cab, would you?"

He'd barely shoved all his papers and equipment back into the straining bag when he saw the uncomfortable look on Bucky's face as he held up his phone. "What?"

"It doesn't look like there's a signal out here."

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