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probablyintensemuses · 2 years

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The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

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James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

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CHAPTER SIX

Irene's first time inside winter wasn't as harrowing as she assumed. Her body floated against the still-warm water, she was in REM. Her eyes moved back and forth in a perfect symphony as she surfed through the waves of Bucky's mind, desperate to find him.

"Okay, Irene.' She heard Aamani's voice, though it wasn't clear. "Go find Sergeant Barnes's subconscious self, and try to administer January." She instructed.

"Right." Irene looked around at her surroundings. His mind had shifted, it was different this time.

A row of tumbled burgundy brick apartments lined up perfectly against a narrow cement street had replaced the dark aquatic adventure she assumed she'd return to. The honking of taxi's told her she was in Brooklyn, along with Bucky's files that she had stolen and studied the previous night.

The clicking of pink wedge heels and the wind that caught underneath girls button downed dresses. The language of 'doll' and 'dame'. She had to be submerged into the heart of 1940's New York.

"I think I'm in,' Irene began but was shortly interrupted.

"New York." Aadon injected. "There aren't many buildings with doors."

"I see one at the end of this block, should I try it?" Irene asked, watching the buildings flashing lights dance.

"Go for it." Aadon encouraged Irene.

"What the hell!" Aamani screamed.

"What!" Irene stopped, clutching at her pounding heart.

"Your outfit! Look at your fucking outfit, Irene!" Aamani continued to scream.

Irene looked down at her feet that were once barren, now they dawned white wedged heels, rounded at the tip. Her lashes battered intensely as she twirled towards an abandoned glass display window, wind catching under something she couldn't quite place.

"Oh.' Irene ran her hands along her ruby red polyester sleeves. "Oh!" She gasped.

Irene now sported a ruby red knee length dress. It's sweet heart neckline and belt formed her assets beautifully. Her hair was no longer in its natural state, but instead pined back in buoyant voluminous curls. It all felt so real, like reality had shifted around her.

"I think you're changing to fit with the setting of his mind." Aamani spoke. "So you'll blend in."

"Then why didn't I have a swimsuit last time?" Irene whispered while nodding at the entertainment girls as she walked inside the building.

"That I do not know. But since this is the only building with a door, he must be in there." Aamani said, watching the monitors intently.

Irene smiled at the man with a mustache in front of her, he shoved a black and white flyer into her hand. The with the words "Harry's House' in bold black letters.

"He would be in Harry's House?" Irene asked, watching the flyer disappear in her grasp. "It wasn't real anyways." She sighed to herself.

"Apparently it's a place him and Captain Rogers use to frequent.' Aadon said, sipping on a can of pop.

"Is he still sleeping?" Irene asked.

Aadon turned around, his desk chair creaking, a devilish grin spreading on his face. "Like a baby."

"Okay, well good,' Irene clutched her fictitious purse. "Because I have eyes."

"Holy shit." Aamani leaned into the monitor, stealing a sip of Aadon's pop. "He looks, kind of hot."

"Happiness looks good on the best of us, Aamani." Irene sighed, lifting the hem of her skirt up as she pushed through the crowd. "How do I approach him?"

"How did you approach him last time?" Aadon asked, snatching his drink back from his older sister.

"Slowly."

"Bingo."

Irene swallowed hard, ambling towards him. His white smile was on display as he laughed aloud with a few stunning woman hugged into either side of him. He had a bottle of beer tilted onto his lips, sipping slow. And before she knew it, she was in front of him. Staring in complete suspended animation.

Bucky's eyes titled from the tip of his beer, to Irene. She could have sworn she heard a sigh escape from his lips. He slammed the bottle down, the bottom of it lead a crackling trail up to the the neck of the beer. Irene's eyes went wide, as she watched him wipe his lips off with the sleeve of his tan uniform, tipping his hat onto his head.

"And this,' his voice seemed lighter than last time. "Is my best friends Steve's eavesdropping friend, Irene. Who just can't let it go." He laughed, a hint of anger underneath his tone.

"Sergeant Barnes's, maybe we should go somewhere private." Irene whispered, suddenly becoming self conscious with all eyes on her.

"Or maybe.' Bucky pushed himself off from the bar top. The girls who once surrounded him disappearing into thin air. "You should just leave."

"Why?' Irene backed up as he slowly sauntered towards her. "I'm here to help you." She held her hand out.

"Because I said so." Bucky's voice was deep and intimidating.

"Look." Irene pulled out the canister of purple gas, known as January. "This will help you."

"Irene don't show him that!" Aadon shouted into his microphone.

Bucky laughed, clutching his side. "Do you really think it'll be that easy! Do you know what they've done to me!" He shouted, tossing a chair to the side. Irene gasped watching it break as it collided with the wall. "You need to leave."

"Irene, put it away, we will try again another time." Aamani whispered.

"No!" Irene shouted, not sure who she was speaking to in this moment.

"Fine.' Bucky said, his flesh arm morphing into metal, the red star on his shoulder was bolder than anything she'd ever seen. "I'll just make you."

"Bucky, please stop!" She yelled, turning on her heels and running from him.

On the outside, Irene's body began to convulse. She was no longer in control as she had once thought, the water slouching around her and spilling onto the floor. Aadon and Aamani hopped out of their chairs, rushing to her side.

"Bucky!" Irene rasped, it seemed his favorite way to hurt her was with his hand around her neck.

"Never come back here, it's too dangerous." His eyes misted over with a combination of anger and pain.

Then after he spoke, Bucky slammed Irene's body through the floorboards of Harry's House. Sending her tumbling into a black abyss. Irene screamed as she fell down further and further.

Her body finally stopped, landing in something squishy and sticky. Her dress had disappeared and she was back to wearing her white body suit.

"What the hell! No, not again!" She screamed, lifting her arm that was covered in slime. "Aamani, Aadon!" She gagged at the revolting smell which burned her nostrils.

"They're not here.' A malevolent voice teased Irene as it laughed.

"Who are you?" Irene wept, struggling against the binds she was in. They were stuck onto her skin like suction cups, to her dismay they were tentacles.

"Who I am isn't a matter of your concern, Irene Watson." the voice jabbered on, it's tentacles grabbing Irene by her waist and lifting her up.

"The matter is, why do you feel you can save the winter solider? My creation!" The voice was so close to her she could feel the heat of its breath against the nape of her neck.

Irene squirmed within its grasp. Wheezing for air as it only squeezed her tighter, slithering up to her neck. She clinched her eyes close, rasping out one last remark.

"Because—it's the right thing,' she coughed, scratching at the tentacle wrapped on her neck. "To do!" She hollered, feeling herself being pulled far away from the voice.

In the lab, Irene laid on then floor convulsing like a fish out of water. Her nose bleeding profusely, dripping down her chin. Frantically, Aadon picked up Irene's body placing her onto a lab table trying to steady her body.

"Her vitals are off the chart!" Aamani shouted, running with a syringe in her hand.

"I didn't think it would be like this for her!" Aadon grunted, fighting against Irene's shaking body.

"It's her telepathy, she's very strong.' Aamani explained. "Hold her steady!"

"I'm trying!" Aadon began to sweat, retraining her body as Irene began to cry out.

Aamani climbed on top on the lab table, straddling Irene and hold her legs steady between her thighs. She held the syringe above her head and plunged in into Irene's chest.

Instantly, Irene stopped shaking and her brown eyes shot open as she drew in a series of excruciating breaths. She began to cough up blood and shoved Aamani off her. Irene screamed as she collapsed onto the cold lab floor, snatching the wires off of herself.

Irene limped and pushed passed Aadon and Aamani who shouted after her. Feeling a surge of anger while crying uncontrollably, Irene released a swoosh of purple energy from her fingertips, pushing it against Bucky's chest.

"Wake up!" She shouted, watching him slowly stir awake. But it wasn't fast enough for her, so she did it again. Hitting Bucky with another swoosh of energy, causing him to groan as sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Do you really think it's funny!' Irene cried out, wincing at the pain she felt in her side.

"Do I think what's funny?" He grumbled, barely facing her.

"Trying to kill me!' Irene shouted. "I'm only trying to help you!"

"I told you to stay out of my head, you're psychotic!" He shouted back, trying to move within his restraints.

Irene scoffed, sweat dribbling down her body as her side pulsed in pain. "I'm psy—psychotic!" Irene's breath stirred. "You—you're,' she swallowed hard, stumbling over her words along with her feet.

Irene pressed her fingers into her temples and yelped in pain as she crashed to the floor on her knees. Blood began to pour from the corners of her eyes as she screamed out in uncontrollably pain.

"Irene!" Aamani shouted.

Irene felt her head crash onto the floor, the last thing her bloody eyes saw were those boots. If this was how she was meant to die at least it would be a noble end. Helping a man who couldn't see the worth in being rescued. That ought to count for something in the afterlife.

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thequeenofwands777 · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 (𝐇𝐁𝐎)

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐫

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ:

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬. | 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (Coming Soon)

Even after his constant reassurance that he was over her, you should’ve known his words were more to convince himself, not you.

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 (𝐇𝐁𝐎)

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ:

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝐀. 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧(𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠)!𝐎𝐅𝐂

Based on the radio broadcast episode of a 1944 podcast sponsored by Vicks, Dangerously Yours, titled ‘Masquerade’.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 (𝐌𝐂𝐔)

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐁. 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ: 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 I 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

With the promise of a future taken away from them, two friends are forced to confront their feelings, and in turn, each other.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐆. 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 | 𝐒. 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

A fic documenting Captain Rogers’ indoctrination process into the criminal terrorist organization known as Hydra, and your role in it.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ:

𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞? | 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐱 𝐎𝐅𝐂

Katherina Vitale, the Don’s daughter. She’s known to the public as Felina, the Seven’s Fiesty Femme Fatale and the Deadly Darling in the Shadows. But to those with the clearance, she’s the company’s safety net in case a certain well-known supe goes off the rails. When she learns the truth behind the massacre of her family, will she remain loyal to the corporation responsible for their demise? Or will she join William Butcher and his Boys in the fight against her own kind?

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲

ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ:

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. | 𝐋. 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 18+

a trip to medical ends in a steamy encounter between Leon and his sexy nurse. (leon and his slutty!wifey roleplay a bit)

taglist: @simonsbluee

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kilikina34512 · 2 years

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When The Spy Gets Caught

I should've known taking a bet from Tony Stark was a bad idea. Now, I'm face to face with the Bucky Barnes, and I have something he wants back. And judging by the intense, lustful look in his eyes, I'm going to pay for trying to take it.

#bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky x ofc #bucky barnes #fanfic #ao3fic #fade to black #mild smut #oneshot #kili stories

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avengerscompound · 30 days

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The Tower - Under the Table

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Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings: smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis: It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note: Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment. But I am still doing these if you have requests. This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table. Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date. Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal. It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said. “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said. “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows. “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said. “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him. “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony. “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing. Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone. And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table. And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them. Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said. “Can we?”

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered.

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued. “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed. The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any. “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table. Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down. Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts. It was quite a sight under the table. Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread. Some of the men were already half-hard. I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most. She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up. Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs. She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit. I wondered what she looked like right now. How she was hiding what was happening. If she was hiding it. From where I was, it seemed so obvious. Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward. I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs. I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it. She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said. “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table. I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while. I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded. “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing. “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear. I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony. Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation. It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him. “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips. “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said. “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth. “Jesus,” he cursed. “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt. “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy. I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded. “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out. “That was awesome,” he said. “Now what? Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked. “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said. “If she can guess, then they can make her come. If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said. “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube. What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube. Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table. “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra. I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside. Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision. When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table. They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves. There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me. Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit. They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work. I could feel the scratch of their beard. Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue. It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me. I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor. The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard. I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover. I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word. He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it. Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control. It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said. “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up. It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky. This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them. He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles. There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed. “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned. “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially. He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it. As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it. The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast. His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight. Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away. I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place. Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two. I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out. I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha. Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me. I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back. “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it. She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit. It was intense. I couldn’t focus. Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table. It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure. In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there. Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had. There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place. No metal hand. That cut out Bucky. Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven. Which just left Tony and Sam. I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said. “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me. As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast. I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft. “Oh god, Sam. Please…” I didn’t even know what I was pleading for. I just knew I needed something. More, harder, slow down, be gentle. Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more. He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised. “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table. “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound. He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips. “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again. “Yeah. I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit. Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it. “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it. I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me. He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep. I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix. “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit. He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could. “Bucky,” I moaned. “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips. I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together. Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him. As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four. It wound around me like a warm blanket. I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely. It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms. He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me. “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded. “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan. It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs. They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately. They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you. I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him. “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt. “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me. He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me. I cried out and reached above my head. Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had. He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table. My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding. It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me. Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him. “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did. “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away. A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled. “I knew there was no point trying to trick you. But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg. It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table. I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused. It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased. Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me. My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit. I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture. I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge. “Please. Please, Wanda. I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table. It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed. “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said. “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly. “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs. It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs. His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit. There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away. I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes. Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular. That didn’t exactly narrow it down either. And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked.

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping. “Well done, that’s all of you. How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically. “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt. I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back. As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast. The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied. “You want to see?”

I nodded. “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me. I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in. Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me. Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock. Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me. The others were spaced around the table. Most just watching. Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm. Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely. But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure. I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table. I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment. Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too. Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me. Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm. Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood. “Okay. How about we clean up here and head downstairs? I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.”

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me. He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

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The Type You Save ~ S E V E N T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: because of the Valentine one shot I'm posting tomorrow, I'm posting the final chapter of The Type You Save today. It has been fun writing a different hero this time.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: S I X T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Alex stood on the grass in San Francisco, her black dress swaying in the cold wind, a storm coming in. She sighed as she watched the casket being lowered into the ground. She tightens her grip on James’s hand as he held Drew on his other side.

“I’m glad I was able to do this for him.”

“Me too doll. You ok?”

“Its just hard. I thought…”

“I know Allie. But its closure.”

She could barely listen to the prayer, her mind whirling from everything that had happened. After everything had settle, Zemo sang like a bird. He explained how he got involved with Grey, the threat Grey had on his family. Grey made it seem like all he wanted was to take Alex, not explaining that he was going to kidnap Drew a week or so after his plan to break her.

The police found Grey’s will and a letter for Alex. Alex took a moment a couple of days after her rescue to read it.

Alexandra, If you are reading this, it means that I have die, probably at your hand. That’s hard to write, considering the amount of love I have for you. If you haven’t discovered yet, let me explain some truths. When I first saw you, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I wanted you from that moment on. But your brother refused. I tried to persuade Simon, reason with him. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. We buried him close to the house in Boston. I hope that brings you a little peace. As for your parents, they threaten to harm you as they blamed you for your brother’s disappearance. I had them change their will to leave me as their benefactor before they were killed. I wanted to keep your inheritance safe. I left everything to you, my pet, my queen. My hope is that this letter is unnecessary, but I wanted to be sure you were taken care of, should anything happen. I love you so much Alexandra. Yours, Christian.

Alex sobbed at the letter with James holding her as she wept. Her entire adult life before James was built on a web of lies. When she got confirmation of his location, she had her brother reburied. The toll of the bell snapped Alex back to the present.

The father completed his blessing over the casket. “We celebrate your life Simon Richards, a lost soul that has been found and now taken to the Lord. Amen.”

They all murmured a reply and then came to give Alex their condolences. After everyone left, Alex turned to James. “I want to see him, Jamie.”

James sighed, “Allie, I…”

“I need to see him. He did this for me. It’s the least I can do.”

James adjusted a sleeping Drew on his arm. “Ok, ok. Let me make a few calls.”

A couple of hours later, Allie sat beside a hospital bed. Its occupant was asleep. She took his hand and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey Allie Cat.”

Nate’s face was still pale and his movements slow but there he was three weeks after being shot.

She reached over to press a kiss to his forehead. “Hey Nate. How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“Getting shot will do that.” She gave him a soft smile. “What have the doctors said?”

“Recovery is going well. Docs say I just have to be patient to get stronger.”

“That’s good.” She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles. “We had the funeral today.”

Nate could see the pain in her eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I’m just glad I was able to give you that. I’m sorry I hadn’t told you sooner.”

“Its ok. I probably wouldn’t have believed you then.” She looked away to blink her tears away. “How is your case looking?”

He chuckled. “Since I help saved two cops and a witness, its looking like I’ll be able to plea to a lesser charge. Maybe a year.”

“That’s good. Steve, James and I are ready to testify for you.”

“Thanks Alex. I should rest. I have physical therapy in a couple of hours.”

“Ok. I’ll be back again now that I can get to see you.” She hugged him gently and went to the door. “Open on bay 7.” There was a buzz and a click before the door slid open. She glanced back at Nate with a smile and went through the door.

James was sitting in the visitor’s lounge, checking his email when Alex walked in. “Hey Allie. How is he?”

“He’s good. Still kinda pale and slow but he says he feels stronger.” She popped a shoulder. “Ready?” She held out her hand.

He took and tugged her to him, her back to his front, hugging her, breathing her in. Something he doesn’t take for granted anymore. “Ready, doll. Steve called and said Drew asked if they could go to the park. I said ok. Wanted some time with my doll.” He placed a kiss on her neck.

“Jamie, we are in the hospital,” she moaned quietly as he continued with his gentle assault.

“I’ve missed you, Allie. My perfect little doll.”

She melted right there. “Ok, ok, get me outta here Detective.”

“Its Sargent and you know it.”

“You’ll always be my Detective.” She spun in his arms and looked into his stormy blues. “Take me to bed Jamie.”

“Oh Allie,” James moaned. He kissed her hard before releasing her, taking her hand and guiding her out of the hospital. The drive was laced with anticipation, the air heavy with lust from the couple. They hadn’t been intimate, since before, with Alex dealing with the emotions of her past coming to light and Drew being attached to his parents in fear of never seeing them again. James held onto Alex’s hand, his thumb moving over her knuckles, the sensation like bolts of lightening to her core.

“Lightening touches,” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“Lightening touches,” she said a little louder. “Before all of this, your touch always gave me the feeling like lightening through my skin.”

James smiled. “I remember. I believe it was the same night we conceived Drew.” His smile grew wider. “That was a great night.”

“It was.” Alex brought his knuckled to kiss. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”

“Don’t be doll. I understand. We’ve all been through a lot.” They made it back to their apartment. It was eerily still. Alex looked around as James pulled her to their bedroom. “Tell me what you need baby.” He sat on the edge of the bed as Alex settle between his legs.

“I need you,” she whispered.

“You have me, doll.” James began to kiss around the hem of her blouse. He motioned for it to be taken off and Alex swiftly pulled it off. “So beautiful. My Allie,” he whispered in between kisses.

She ran her hand through his hair. “My Jamie. I love you.”

“I love you too, doll.” He stood up and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he flipped them around and he laid her on the bed. “Let’s make a baby.”

“Now?”

“Now. No more threats, no more secrets. Its just us now doll. James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex, Jamie and Allie.”

“Never called you Bucky. But Bucky and Alex works. Just like mommy and daddy.” She ran her fingertips over his chin. “I love you.”

“Oh doll. I love you.” Soon all their clothes were gone and James was hovering over his wife. He stared deep into her eyes as he rubbed his tip through her folds. “So wet doll. Almost as if you were excited to make me a daddy again.”

“Jamie, don’t tease,” Alex whined. “I need you.”

He grinned as he sank into her, stretching her slow. He watched as her head tilted back and her eyes rolled back. “Feel good?”

“So good baby but you have to move,” she moaned. James started on a steady pace, not really using force, just letting her feel good. “Oh god, Jamie,” she cried.

“Yeah Allie.” James flipped them so she was on top. She swiveled her hips and he groaned. “Just like that doll.” She bounced on him, feeling all of him. He could feel her starting to tighten. “You close baby?”

“So close. You feel so good inside me.” He grasped her hips tighter, pulling her down harder onto him. “Gonna cum.”

“Do it, love. All over me Allie.” James grunted at the force, wanting to be closer to her. He flipped them again and moved his hips hard. She gave a silent scream as she tightened around him. “Ah fuck!” He let go as well, moving slower, working them through.

They laid there a moment, the cloud of bliss still over them. The memories of lost love, love found, and love made flooded them. James held his girl, thankful that she wasn’t lost. She was saved.

F I V E Y E A R S L A T E R

“Andrew! Delilah! Its dinner time!” Alex called out to her children. She felt something around her ankles and looked down to see their white kitten, Alpine, twisting herself around her. “Yes, Al, dinner for you too.” Her children raced in, their German shepherd, Brooklyn, racing after them. “Wash your hands!” She turned back out the door. “Bucky! Steve! Dinner!”

James and Steve trudged in, still arguing on the best way to fix the bike. “I’m telling you it’s the exhaust,” Steve argued.

“Whatever punk, the pop noises are from the clutch, guaranteed.” James wiped his hands off and went to Alex. “Hey momma, how are you?”

“Tired but good.” His hand rested on the small bump on her belly, and she placed her hand over his. “Still too early to feel them, love.”

“Can’t wait to meet them love. Its everything we ever dreamed of.”

“It’s more Jamie. It’s so much more.”

James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex. Jamie and Allie.

Family over everything.

*~* The End *~*

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#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #the type you save #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky x ofc #Steve rogers #detective AU #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes smut

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jbarneswilson · 10 months

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sucktember 2022 series E, pairings include m/f, m/m, m/f/m; completed

stay high E, bucky barnes x black ofc; completed

the russian mafia universe* E, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, in progress *name subject to change

sarahbucky bingo prompt fest E, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, in progress

stand-alone stories

hope on the horizon G, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, coffee shop au, completed

not too tired E, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, pwp au, completed

brighter than ever G, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, pre-relationship fluff, completed

stevie’s mom has got it goin’ on T unrequited sarah rogers x bucky barnes, eventual sarah wilson x bucky barnes, completed

but keep your heart up T, sam wilson x bucky barnes, domestic fluff, completed

something to talk about G, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, au, in progress

the holidate G, sarah wilson x bucky barnes, fake dating au, completed

a perfect end to a perfect day G, sarah wilson and bucky barnes, pre-relationship drabble, completed

#writing masterlist #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sam wilson #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #sarahbucky #sambucky #samsteve #samstevenat #sarah x bucky #sam x steve #sam x steve x nat #captain america fic #tfatws fic

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 1 year

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: February ‘23 Part 1

Welcome to February’s recommendation list. If you wish to be featured with one of your pieces or as a writer, I follow the #MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB and check it daily for new content for me to check out. I also share AO3 works in this list; just message me a link to your stories. I’m currently back in college, so response times will range from right away to 24 hours. I hope you all had an amazing January and a wonderful February.

<< January '23

February Pt. 2 '23 >>

My Masterlist

In This Heart Playlist • In This Heart Masterlist (Tommy Shelby x OFC! Estella Holland) • In This Heart: Prologue • St Jude Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Mad Max: The Playlist • Black Butterflies Moodboard (Mad Max) • Mad King Ronan Playlist • Broken Crown Moodboard (Mad King Ronan) • Work Song Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Princes of the Universe Moodboard (Eddie Munson) • Bright Horses Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Poor Wayfaring Stranger Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Home Moodboard (Tommy Shelby)

ONE-SHOTS:

Love Like A Bruise by @targaryenvampireslayer >> 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐓𝐖𝐒!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - Summary: 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫… 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. | I’m so glad I read this! I love me some dark!Bucky and this did not fail me. The ending, though, was such a surprise. *chefs kiss* Hi, upcoming reader; please read the warnings! ⚠️

A Private After Party by @angrythingstarlight >> Rockstar!Stucky x Reader - Summary: You've been invited to a very special afterparty with your rockstar boyfriends. "Sweetheart, you are the afterparty." | Of course, this is hot! @angrythingstarlight wrote it, so I knew from the get-go it was going to be hot. Head the warnings going in, folks, and enjoy.

Marked by @jadedvibes >> Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: Your secret relationship is nearly exposed when Natasha spots Bucky's neck covered in hickeys. | I loved how protective Natasha was in this and how the smut was as well.

Trouble Maker by @jurassicbarnes >> Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: In which you thank Bucky in your own wonderful way. He kinda loves it. | *Blushes*

Au Revoir by @vase-of-lilies >> Dark!Steve Rogers x (f)Reader - Summary - You've been captured by Steve Rogers and he's doing everything he can to possibly break you. This time, he quite possibly succeeded. | I forgot how much I missed reading Dark!Steve sometimes. This was nice, a nice little reminder of that. Head the warnings before diving in!

When I Hear Your Name by @georgiapeach30513 >> Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: You should have never left. Things were perfect. | 10/10 so good ya’ll. Please read the warnings before proceeding to read, it might be too intense for some, but I did enjoy it. The smut was great!

Need You Now by @angrythingstarlight >> Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader - Summary: Bucky is an insatiable, greedy man and now he can't wait to show you how much fun you're going to have making a baby with him. And he's going to want to practice again and again. | Hot and spicy, everyone. Read the warnings and enjoy it as I did!

SERIES:

Innocent by @queenshelby >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You are forced to marry Thomas Shelby after the death of his wife, Grace. Unfortunately for you, your marriage isn’t as beautiful as you thought it would be. Will you build love and desire for each other? | Such a good series to binge when you want to get your mind off things. You get Peaky Blinder Tommy and Husband Tommy. Everything you could need.

Yule by @string-of-beads >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary - Y/N is a barmaid who has always been fascinated by Tommy, and now she's caught up in his world. What could possibly happen in the Peaky world for Y/N? (My horrible summary sorry) | I may have gotten teary-eyed a few times while reading this it was so good. I binged the whole series this evening and I’m so glad I did. Please do yourself a favor and read it!

The Photographer by @midnightmagpiemama >> Mordern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Hired by Ada Thorne, Reader who is a photographer catches the eye of single CEO dad Tommy Shelby. She is just as interested in him and his son, Charlie. Can they make a family, overcoming both their past? | I’m looking forward to upcoming updates on it. I highly suggest it to those who like Modern!Tommy Shelby.

Family Ties by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. | Please read the warnings when it comes to reading this. I really enjoy reading modern Peaky Blinders, and this story has the grittiness of show in modern times.

Teach Me by @inthepeakymidwinter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy takes a special interest in Shelby Company LTD.'s newest secretary. | It’s perfect! Perfect, perfect, perfect! I can’t wait to read more.

ONE-SHOTS:

Have It All by @look-at-the-soul >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Professor Jeremiah invites a friend during his ethics class to talk to his students since they are starting their last year in college. Turns out you weren’t a stranger to Mr. Shelby. | I was looking for modern!Tommy and boy did this feed my need. It's just perfect as I'm a college student. Just read it and enjoy.

Just a Stranger Now by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Thomas bumps into an old love interest. | Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster with this one.

The Silver Lining by @runnning-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader - Summary: (Y/N) Shelby's always been the 'forgotten one' in her family, but there may just be a silver lining in all of her suffering. | All the feelings that were rolled up in this one, you guys. I wasn’t prepared. Grab some tissues, maybe don't; you never know, I’m a big baby. It's just so good, and you don't expect the ending that you get.

Mr. Loverman by @pherelesytsia >> Tommy Shelby x Female/Pregnant Reader - Summary: Thomas receives a call and imagines the worst. | Worried Thomas is sort of cute, I will not lie. I loved watching how caring he was.

Whatever You Want by @peakyswift >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You storm out the house after a fight with Tommy. | I felt like it was almost giving Tommy a taste of his own medicine, all those times he walks out on fights.

His Property by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You know exactly where you stand with Tommy until those lines get blurred. | This has emotions and the spiciness I could ever need in one one-shot.

Show Me by @floraltypes >> Tommy Shelby x female!Reader - Summary: The Shelby can’t help himself when making a business visit. | This is what I needed to get my mind off my homework that I really should be doing! Thank you! So happy I read it.

You Can Let Go by @tommyspeakycap >> Tommy Shelby x sister!reader | Summary: Tommy dying, but his withering body is hanging on because his heart knows his little sister still needs him now just as much as she ever has…he won’t let go until he hears her words | Grab your tissues because folks this is an emotional one.

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Everything's a Nagotiation by plotbunniesletmesleep//@3988akasha >> Tommy Shelby x OFC - Summary: Mackenzie Theil's cousin is in debt to the Peaky Blinders and in order to save his own life, he offers up Mackenzie's services. Unfortunately for Mackenzie, she piqued Thomas Shelby's interest. | I like this story of how Tommy and his men keep turning out of nowhere. Okay, so maybe a little stalkerish... but trust me at just five chapters, I'm sucked in.

ONE-SHOTS:

Baby Mine by @cevansgoatee >> Chris Evans x Wife!Reader - Summary - Chris has a little heart-to-heart with your six-year-old from a previous marriage. | Not me over here crying like a big wimpy baby over this beautiful one-shot.

One Hundred Percent by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With sleep nonexistent since bringing home baby Gigi, Conrad takes it upon himself to get up with her tonight. | I love this so much. I am so glad I happened upon this on my dashboard; it made my day.

A Different Kind of Battlefield by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With a nursing shortage at Chastain and working triple shifts reader is exhausted, who will be there to catch her when she breaks? | Seriously I love reading Conrad and reader, and I didn't know I needed it till today.

Eternal Summer by @get-your-fics >> Paul Atreides x fem!Reader - Summary: Paul ***ks you in a tent on Arrakis. | I'm not sure how I wound up here, but I'm so glad that I did.

Switching Coats by @sufferingstarlight >> Timotheé Chalamet x Reader - Summary: TW: Periods; Reader gets her period and is in need of help from Timotheé who volunteers to switch jackets with them. | Having gone through a similar situation in 7th grade, this was adorable and I knew I had to share.

Expect the Unexpected Baby by @f10werfae >> Henry Cavill x Reader - Summary: Henry breaks up with Y/n, only to discover he’s left something of his behind, his baby. Does he try and reconcile? or Does he just accept the path he’s made? | An emotional rollercoaster of a one-shot.

Striptease Request by @thisismysecondrodeo >> Ted Lasso x Reader - Summary: Ted does a striptease to Pony by Ginuwine. | I’m so glad my friend sent me this to read. Let me just say Ted Lasso can dance for me any day and can wear underwear with my face on them any day. This made my day by 1000%.

She'll Have The World If She Wants It by @auroracalisto >> Uhtred Ragnarssson x Fem!Reader - Summary: [tw: pregnancy] Reader is pregnant and trying to keep it a secret for as long as possible till she possibly can't anymore. | This was so good! I love Uhtred so much, and I didn’t know there was a fandom on here writing for him! I need more!

Valhalla Bound by @icarusignite >> Finan x GenderNeutral!Reader - Summary: Summary: During the ransacking of Rumcofa, you save Osferth thus exchanging his fate for yours. | Give me till the next list to have emotionally recovered from this one.

SERIES:

Begin Again by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny) - Summary - When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past? | I was so excited to see this get posted last week and be able to be one of the first people to reblog it. Penny and Ted are officially one of my fanfiction OTPs. If you are a Ted Lasso Fan, I highly suggest you give this one a read.

@shelbydelrey - Isa was one of the first writers for Peaky Blinder's content that caught my eye when I made my return to Tumblr. Writing mostly for Tommy Shelby and some for Alfie, she immerses you into Small Heath and the Peaky world, making you forget you're actually reading. I highly suggest you check out Isa and give her a follow.

@georgiapeach30513 - Jennifer has an expansive collection of series and one-shots for us readers to choose from on her masterlist. Currently, I'm most excited about reading her series A Losing Hand, which is a Mafia AU. Jennifer's casting of it looks spectacular for it as it has various Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters as well as other Marvel and actors alike.

@runnning-outof-time - K writes for Peaky Blinders and does a wonderful job at it. I love their blog after being back for a short amount of time, and I know I’ll be looking forward to what they post in the future

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starcrossedjedis · 10 months

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Chronicles of Narnia

Lady Leila in "Spring's Awakening"

(Prince Caspian x OFC)

House of the Dragon

Elyana Dondarrion, Alyse Baratheon and Catelyn Baratheon in the "Violent Delights" series

(Criston Cole x OFC // OC x OC // Jace Targaryen x OFC)

Harry Potter

Moira Finnigan, Evanora Black and Minerva Weasley in the "Forces of Nature" series

(Sirius Black x OFC // George Weasley x OFC // Scorpius Malfoy x OFC)

Game of Thrones

Lyra Stark in "Morning Star"

(Arthur Dayne x OFC)

Tarlesyn Sand in "A Tale of Sand and Snow"

(Sansa Stark x OMC)

MCU

Mila Lebedev in "Breaking Pointe"

(Bucky Barnes x OFC)

Mortal Kombat

Katherine Chen in "Burning Bright"

(Liu Kang x OFC)

Primeval

Eleanor Taylor in "Heart over Matter"

(Captain Becker x OFC)

Star Wars

Cassia of Aquilea in "Distant Stars"

(Poe Dameron x OFC)

Nyka'a Sundar and Jaren Korr in "Star Crossed"

(OC x OC)

Jay Vendar (and his found family) in "Rebirth"

(OC x OC)

Inara'a Brae (& Khaii Al'Canthar) in "Through the Mist"

(Obi Wan Kenobi x OFC // OC x OC)

Stranger Things

Farrah Wheeler in "Danger Zone"

(Eddie Munson x OFC)

The Musketeers

Gigi LaRue in "Liaisons Dangereuses"

(Aramis x OFC)

Titans (~though mostly the vibes I got from the Gotham I grew up with)

Catherine Williams in "9 Crimes"

(Dick Grayson x OFC // OC x OC)

Top Gun

Charlotte Barnett in "Let me In" (comes with a content warning, but that's just because Tumblr is a mess^^)

(Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OFC)

Yellowjackets

Grace Huang (& Lucy Huang) in "Jaded"

(Adam Martin x OFC)

#masterlist #my ocs

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probablyintensemuses · 2 years

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The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

series masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

Word Count:

I do NOT give permission for my work to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. My work is my own.

CHAPTER THREE

The clappering pace of Tony's Tom Ford shoes against the tile gave Irene more anxiety than the nauseating mixture of bleach smells and the daunting blue walls that surrounded her. Tony had been running his hands through his hair and messaging his temples for the past ten minutes not speaking to Irene.

She had returned to the compound, blood all over her and still soaking wet. Immediately she was taken in by medics and Tony wasn't too far behind them. Now she sat in a hospital bed, twiddling her thumbs waiting for Tony to say something—anything to kill this anticipation boiling in her stomach.

"You know.' Tony finally spoke, Irene's eyes immediately glued to his. "I could kill cap for this, punch em' in his perfect teeth." Tony pulled a stool beside Irene's bed, taking a seat.

"You don't mean that." She said, holding Tony's hand.

"Oh, I do. He kidnapped you, put you in a room with that psychopath—,"

Irene interjected. "He's not that bad. He's just scared."

"How would you know? He's a criminal, Irene." Tony argued.

"Because I went inside his head." Irene told the truth, clenching her eyes shut.

"You fucking did what?" Tony's question came off more as a shout.

"It wasn't on purpose." She winced, holding her side.

"But that was!" Tony pointed to Irene's visible neck bruise. "He hurt you, Irene. And if I would have lost you kid." Tony sighed, his eyes misting over.

"I know.' Irene pulled Tony's head towards hers, gently connecting their foreheads. "It was an accident." She whispered, her voice reassurance for Tony.

"I don't want you near em', any of em'.' Tony shook his head. "Not cap, not bird suit, and especially not Barnes."

Irene sighed, pulling her forehead from Tony's. She knew he was right. There was a war coming, and she wanted nothing to do with it. After all, she couldn't fight her family. But even as she laid in this hospital bed, drugged up and all. She still saw flashes of his face. He was cold and broken—his face looked barren of light.

She had never been in a more empty and numb mind. It pained her, then Steve saying she had pulled him back and had cracked Hydras code. It was beginning to seem she was the only person who could do it.

Irene slowly leaned back onto the pillow behind her. "I think I stopped him." She whispered, a lone tear spilling sideways out of her eye.

"What?" Tony asked.

"I barely know my power, not like I thought I did.' She sniffled. "When he choked me, Tony I let go of everything. And suddenly I was in a different plane, it was his mind. And I thought the crevices of his subconscious was the scariest part, turns out the scariest part is that the real Bucky Barnes is trapped there, buried beneath years of mind control and manipulation." She explained.

"No, don't do that.' Tony shook his head. "That empathetic crap."

"It's not crap! He's hurting Tony, he was like a wounded deer in there! You have no idea how that feels to experience someone's else's mind like that!" Irene shouted through her tears.

"And what does that have to do with you, Irene?' He grew angrier. "Huh?"

"Everything—nothing, fuck! I don't know!" Irene burst into tears, cradling her face in her hands. "I just want us all to be a family again." She cried.

Tony kneeled besides her, he shouldn't have yelled. He knew how Irene felt about this family, as she called it. She cherished all of these people more than herself sometimes. His heartaches and he now felt bad for pressing her on what she had endured. He hated to admit it to himself, but he knew her well enough to know. She had already gained sympathy for the devil.

"I'm sorry kid, okay?' He rubbed her hand. "I shouldn't have yelled."

A cough erupted from behind them both. Natasha stood underneath the frame of the door, looking between Tony and Irene.

"We need you." She nodded at Tony.

"I'll come back later." Tony sighed, talking to Irene who had rolled over on her side.

Irene didn't speak, she sniffled as Tony's boots clambered out of the room. She tucked her pillow into her side, squeezing it tight. She hated conflicting feelings, and she could feel them beginning to bubble in her stomach. She wanted desperately for them to stop and go away.

Irene suddenly winced in pain, holding her cheek in her palm. She sat up, her eyes flashing purple at Natasha.

"Why did you do that?" She growled.

"Here." Natasha shook the paper in her hand, urging Irene to take it.

"What is this?" Irene asked, taking the paper within her hands.

"It's from Steve." Natasha said.

"What does he want?" She held the letter, staring down at his penmanship.

"I think the better question is, what do you want?" Natasha turns around, swiftly leaving the room.

She stuck the letter underneath her pillow, burrowing further into the rough hospital blanket. She made her choice, but then again, she had also made the choice to be a hero. And she couldn't be a true hero if she didn't help the people—no matter how bloody their past.

Irene bit the inside of her lip, pulling the letter from underneath her pillow. She tore it open, her eyes scanning back and forth against Steve's words. He was convincing, she'll give him that. She groaned throwing herself back onto her pillows. Maybe she should have read all the pages of the accord and not just the first ten.

Visions brain was incompressible. He never failed to make an understanding of things from what seemed a logical place. But the truth was vision was practically a new born, but with a very old soul and an IQ that was simply unmeasurable. Irene could see how someone as emotional as Wanda could fall in love with him. The mixture of purity and intellectualism was indeed alluring.

Vision sat besides Irene, the two of them using subtle thrust of momentum to push themselves on the hammock they both occupied. Vision gave Irene a small smile and she gave him one back. Both their eyes immediately returning to the green grass full of little sprouting flowers, along with the sunlight that shined on the pound in front of them, it was nearly blinding but yet so beautiful.

Initially she had come to ask about Wanda, her best friend who was too prideful to come see her. Only sending her condolences for Irene's injuries through her passionate lover. It crushed Irene, she loved Wanda so much. She truly thought they were only having a spat, and she was very much so over it. Turns out Wanda didn't feel the same.

"Irene." Visions delicate voice broke through the sounds of nature.

"Hm?" Irene asked, basking in the sunlight, a tiny breeze flowing through her hair.

"I get the sense that you're in a bit of a bind.' He spoke with his hands. "Between your loyalties to Mr. Stark and the avengers as well as the people of this planet."

"I'm that frantic up there, huh?" Irene chuckled pointing to her head.

"A bit, yes." Vision laughed. "But the way I see it, couldn't both be true?"

Irene tilted her head, moving closer to Vision, giving him to gist to continue on with his claims.

"Couldn't it be true that you could help Mr. Barnes as Mr. Rogers has inquired about, while also remaining loyal to Mr. Stark and the accords." He stated.

"But Vision, that's impossible." Irene stood.

Vision rubbed his chin which was a plated piece of silver vibranium. "Yes I see.' He nodded. "I've never felt the need to put myself first Miss Watson, because for the longest time I wasn't a self, I was nearly a mind without a body. But you are a self, you've always been. So doesn't it stand to reason that you should do what best for yourself. No matter if it's changed in such a wavering moment."

Irene stood awestruck by vision. He was truly amazing, saying everything so logically but yet bound by empathy. This was the reason that immediately after his birth, he quickly became one of her favorite family members.

"Whatever you're feeling inside, I believe that is your truest path you should embark on.' Vision continued. "I believe none of it has to do with your loyalties to anyone, but to your loyalties with yourself and doing what is right."

"But what is right?" Irene sighed, smoothing her white dress behind her legs and crouching down onto the grass.

"Some wrongs are right to others. Some rights are wrong to another.' Vision stood from the hammock, the release of weight making it float in the wind like a ghost. "It's all about finding what's right for you." He walked away, leaving Irene with that.

Irene leaned her head back, cradling her knees before the dam burst. She was sobbing again. As much as she loved Tony and this home they had built together; she couldn't regret the decision to leave home. It was partially her powers own fault.

When she enters the mind of someone they leave something with her, rather good or bad she can't shake the feeling—the connection. And with Bucky Barnes it was no different.

She felt deeply troubled by what she saw, so connected to his subconscious that she couldn't sleep at night. She couldn't walk this earth knowing his mind was fragmented like that. Especially when she could possibly help put it back together.

So, she left. Fighting tirelessly against every fiber that told her to stay. She just hoped Tony didn't love her any less. Because if it was him sitting in that dark and cold room as he had been once before, she would do anything to pull him back.

Irene stepped off the jet, placing her bags beside her body. The blood orange and yellow skyline looked hazy from heat that engulfed her. The jets fans close proximity made her sway like the tall grass ahead of her. She was certainly far from home now.

She turned her head, seeing Steve and T'challa, who'd she had briefly met walking side by side. She smiled somberly in their direction, they waved her over. She pulled her luggage handles up and walked towards them, her heels clicking against the cement as she approached their stalled positions.

Steve immediately pulled Irene in for a hug. The two embraced for a moment, before Steve whispered onto her hairline.

"I'm sorry to make you do this, Irene.' He said, with soft blue eyes. "I know how much Tony means to you, how much we all mean to you."

"Thanks Steve, that means a-lot." Irene smiled, wiping her eyes.

"I also thank you, the decision you've made was a tough one Miss Watson. Nevertheless brave.' T'challa spoke, nudging towards the mammoth palace that sat behind them. "Allow me to show you to your quarters, there is lot to learn about Mr. Barnes condition before the feast tonight."

"Feast?" Irene asked, as Steve and T'challa both took a piece of her luggage walking on either side of her.

"A thank you from my mother and I.' He smiled. "It'll be like nothing you've ever tasted."

"I hope so,' Irene smiled, gently patting her soft stomach. "Because I'm starved."

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aikaterini-drag · 5 months

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Chapter 9 Cuddles

Kofi 🧡 AO3 🩷 ASK ME 🩵

Chapter summary: Grace and Bucky have a quiet night, cuddling in the couch and making out.

Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings (this chap): Fluff, Kisses, Discussion of Emotions, Sexual Tension, Soft Bucky Barnes.

Find more chapters of the "Fading Scars" Series here ♡

Silver stars hung in the dark sky. The night was quiet and beautiful, with rays of the glittering moon passing through the windows. James lingered in a corner of the living room, pretending to read a newspaper. He watched Grace secretly, hesitant about whether to approach her or not. She was nestled on the couch, surrounded by plump cushions, paying attention to a music program on TV.

At times, she would sing along and she had such a calming voice that, for some reason, it made his chest vibrate. The softness of her voice held an inexplicable power as if it had the ability to soothe his restless soul. He stepped closer, his footsteps silent yet she still turned her head, her gaze meeting his, her song tapering off into the stillness.

"Sorry, was I singing too loudly?"

He swallowed thickly and replied, "No, you shouldn't have stopped..."

"Really?"

He hummed. "You have a beautiful voice."

"Thank you." A rosy blush crept across her cheeks, and she shifted on the couch, making room for him. "Don't stand there. Join me."

"Um... m-maybe... I d-don't know..." he mumbled awkwardly, very deliberately not meeting her eyes.

Noticing his rather cute reluctance, she outstretched her hands. "Come over. Let's cuddle Sarge."

Her words lit a fire in him and the next thing she felt was his warm body against her. As she positioned herself, he gathered her into his embrace, his arms enveloping her in a protective hold. She snuggled up against him, chest to chest, burying her head in the crook of his neck. She smiled and her my eyes for a second, silently inhaling and exhaling his natural musk.

James moaned in contempt, marveling at the way her body fit against his, her warmth seeping into his very being. She affected him in more ways than one, and it was beginning to scare him. Thoughts danced in his mind, the stark contrast between their worlds a reminder of the darkness he carried within. She was a beacon of light, delicate and precious, while he was a tempest of shadows and violence.

They were so different.

She was soft and scared of violence, while he had spent decades killing people for sport.

He could never truly have her yet... a part of him, the greedy part in him yearned to hold her, to feel her; even for a few greedy moments, even for these days they would spend together. She was the only ray of sunshine setting alight his black life, the only person willing to face him as an equal.

"Tighter," she said, shaking off his thoughts.

"What?"

"Hug me tighter." She raised her head and kissed his cheek. "You aren't going to break me."

"I kind of did... back then, when I was the Winter Soldier... you bore the bruises, the pain—"

"You weren't yourself. I thought we settled that," she said while playing idly with the fabric of his shirt.

"I still have a metal arm. I need to be careful."

"You are brave and strong," Grace began, "qualities I wish I possessed more of. I often feel like I bring nothing but trouble."

"Don't say that."

"But it's true... I can barely handle watching a fight without falling apart."

"You're not weak. There's a different kind of power in you; kindness, a rare quality in this world." And as for violence, you can simply close your eyes and stop watching."

She frowned adorably. "Close my eyes? Isn't that weird?"

A small smile tugged at his lips. "I think it's a perfect solution. Violence can't harm you if you're not looking."

"Alright, I'll give it a try," she said and felt his breath hitch at her words.

"You will never witness anything that will stress you out. Never again."

"I'm confident you'll be there to protect me. Just as I'll be here to chase away the nightmares that haunt you."

"No one can save me from Hydra..." he muttered. "I must be careful, very careful because if I accidentally get brainwashed again, and god forbid, I do something to you—"

"Stop," she said, her voice rising proudly. "Make positive thoughts. Don't draw the darkness. Hydra can not control you. You're long immune to their sick ways."

"I hope you're right. I don't want you to be hurt..." he said and buried his face in her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.

"You underestimate yourself. You won't hurt me or anyone else. With time, I'm sure you'll learn to release the blame you've carried for far too long."

He looked up at her aghast and when she smiled, she was so sweet, causing his heart to thud so loudly he feared she might hear it.

"How do you always manage to make me speechless with those words of yours?"

"Hmm... Maybe because I can only think of you and the way you hold me with your strong hands."

"You're the only one who thinks of me like that," he replied, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of her nose.

"Does that mean I'm unique?"

A soft hum escaped him, a barely audible affirmation, followed by a gentle brush of his lips at the corner of her mouth. Her lips were moist and warm against his own. He tightened his hold on her and inhaled sharply, all the sounds around them fading. She moaned happily and curled into him more comfortably, leaning up to kiss him deeper.

"You are unique," he whispered into her mouth, his fleshly thumb caressing her cheek.

"Ah, the classic sweet talk," she playfully teased, peppering kisses along his jawline.

"Flirting, I believe they call it flirting," he chuckled softly. "Though I suppose I am a bit old-fashioned."

"Well... you're old school, but I happen to really like that." Her curiosity got the best of her. "So, when was the last time you... well, you know, were intimate with someone?"

A thoughtful pause and he finally replied, "During World War 2, I believe. It was actually a double date, with Steve and Peggy. Stark Expo, if I remember correctly."

"Ah, inseparable best friends, I see."

He nodded. "Steve is one of a kind. He was—is my best friend, my family. And he's the only man to have taken the serum and remain the same. Brave. Virtuous. Untainted."

She raised an eyebrow. "He's not the only one! You've taken the serum too, and you're the one and only Sergeant James Bucky Barnes."

"I have a past—"

"Your past doesn't define you," she interjected firmly. "What Hydra did to you is not a reflection of your true self. You're not a killing machine. You have feelings. Don't degrade yourself. If you do, I might just have to deliver a friendly punch to that handsome face of yours."

His laughter rang out, a melody of genuine amusement. "I thought you couldn't stand violence."

She grinned mischievously. "I can't watch it, but I can inflict it. And besides, you're a super soldier. A little punch won't hurt."

He chuckled, a warmth spreading through his chest. "I'll try to do better. Alright?"

"You've almost convinced me."

He raised a brow. "Almost?"

"Hmm... you need to give me more kisses, Sergeant."

He chuckled. "I believe your intentions are to thoroughly take advantage of me."

"Are you complaining? I'm gonna leave then," she attempted to squirm away but he drew her onto him.

"I'm not letting you go that easily."

She feigned a mock pout. "And what are we supposed to do now?"

"Do you want to spend the rest of the night with this old man, kissing and occasionally watching TV?"

A soft smile tugged at her lips. "I'd be more than happy to—"

The rest of her words melted when he kissed her, a warm sensation buzzing inside her. Her arms snaked around his neck as his tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking entry. With a soft sigh of surrender, she welcomed him, their mouths melding in a passionate dance. She molded herself against his chest, fingers tracing gentle patterns on his back. All the sounds died out as their connection deepened, the television utterly forgotten.

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eliza5616 · 8 months

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Bambi

Live From New York Ch1

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: He thought he was doing the right thing by leaving her. He thought he was keeping her safe.

Anslei Black was- no scratch that, she is the love of his life and her just let her go.

It has been five years and James "Bucky" Barnes is trying to leave her in the past. That is until his men come and give him some news. Anslei Black is back in New York, and she is not alone. They show him the surveillance pictures and what is staring back at him has shattered his cold heart.

Anslei isn't alone. She is with a little boy. A little boy with his steel blue eyes, a mischief smile and a Gun N Rose's T-shirt. He has a son, and he will burn New York down before he lets anything happen to them.

Warnings: mentions of guns, mentions of kidnapping and torture, swearing, protective Bucky (that’s a warning trust me 😭), mentions of threats of violence. That’s all I can think of.

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"Mommy I'm scared."

"Me too baby."

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His hair was black. Just like hers. His eyes were a steel blue just like the man he never knew. He couldn't believe it. He'd been staring at Steve and Tony for the past fifteen minutes and neither of them dared to move. Tony just dropped the biggest bomb, and they were all waiting for Bucky to explode and strew shrapnel.

He had a kid.

He had a kid. A little boy.

Bucky looked Tony dead in the eyes and the man flinched. "Tell me all that again, slowly." Tony looked at Steve as if to say, 'Save me'.

"Buck. Listen -" He was cut off by Bucky slamming his hand on the desk. "No! You fucking listen to yourself Steve! You've been lying to me about Anslei for years! Years. God! What if she had gotten hurt or worse?! I wouldn't have known because you two fucks lied!!"

Steve's lip twitched and he let out a scoff. "Listen to yourself Bucky!! You're the one that left her. No. Abandoned her!" Bucky flinched at that. He opened his mouth to remind Steve of his place, but Steve was on a roll. "She gave up everything for you. She lost everyone for you! Cause she loved your sorry ass, and you couldn't get over your guilt of the one fucking time she got hurt! Yes, she got hurt but she didn't die. No, you killed her the day you left her on that doorstep. Injured and alone." Steve's chest heaved with the anger he's held on to for years. Bucky blinked and looked down. Steve was right and he couldn't even be mad.

"You're right. I fucked up okay. I fuckedup and I'll never forgive myself. But this is about the past. I can't doanything about that. She has my kid and now we need to intervene. No one willever be able to touch her again. Or my kid." He straightened his back. He puton his mask of The Winter Soldier on, the most feared man in New York. "Tony, get all the information you can on Anslei and the kid. I want bank info, work, hell, I want to know when her last dentist appointment was. Everything. When you get her address, get Harley and Peter to sit on her house. Anywhere she or the kid goes, they go too."

Tony nodded at his order and left. Bucky then turned hishead to his best friend, brother, and right-hand man. "I outta knock your lights out for talkin' to me like that." Steve rolled his eyes. "You could try." Punk. Bucky took a deep breath and sat down. "I have a kid." Steve nodded and sat across from him. Steve reached over the desk and pulled the surveillance pictures towards himself. The ones that Natasha had taken two weeks ago. "Anslei still looks the same." He looked up at Bucky and Bucky nodded with a small smile.

"Still looks to good foryou. Doesn't even look like she had a baby." Steve ducked just in time to miss getting hit in the eye with a pen. "Watch it punk." Steve laughed and looked at the little boy in the picture. He was wearing jeans and a Guns N Roses t-shirt. He gave a small smile at that. The kid had Anslei's hair but Bucky's everything. He looked exactly like him. Like a carbon copy of Bucky.

In the photo, he was looking up at Anslei while she tried to clean a-scuff off his chin. The kid was smiling with mischief. He was defiantly Bucky's kid. “Poor kid got stuck with your ugly mug." Bucky smiled tightly and gestured for Steve to hand over the picture. He had a kid. With Anslei. Steve was right. He looked exactly like him. Even the dimples that only a few people have seen when he smiled. A genuine smile. "I fucked up Stevie. I fucked up leaving her. I thought maybe she'd be safer that way. Now. Now, I just wanther home. I want to meet my son. For the second fucking time in my life, I want something."

Steve eyes were glossy seeing his brother being so vulnerable. Steve cleared his throat and willed his tears away. "When was the first time?" He smiled already knowing the answer. "When I watched her clock you in the face."

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punkrocknerd404 · 2 years

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Fanfic asks

Hi!

You probably know the feeling of when you’re looking for a specific fanfic for a ship, but you just can’t find it. If this applies to any of the ships mentioned below, just ask me and I’ll write it for you!

All you have to do, is tell me the ship and what you want the fic to be about (and any other specifics ofc ;) ). I’ll also include some prompts below so you can use those too :)

Ships: (I do everything, any sexuality or gender, even poly) Achilles x Patroclus Apollo x Dionysus Apollo x Hyacinthus Apollo x Hermes x Hyacinthus Any other Greek Mythology ship Thanatos x Zagreus (hades game) Charon x Hermes (hades game) Any other Hades game ship Nico di Angelo x Will Solace Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase Any other ship from PJO/HoO/ToA Alex Fierro x Magnus Chase Blitzen x Hearthstone Any other ship from MCGA Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (mcu) Regulus Black x James Potter (harry potter) Sirius Black x Remus Lupin (harry potter)

Prompts: “Can you two stop embarassing me?” “I just wanted to hear your voice” “Who did this to you?” “I can’t do this without you” “Can we stay like this forever?” “I missed you so much” “Give me attention” “All I do is drink coffee and say bad words” “What? Does that feel good?” “It’s too cold! Come back!” “Excuse me for freaking out, I only thought you were dead!” “Don’t listen to them” “This is why we can’t have nice things” “Are you drunk?” “I’m not moving. Your lap is comfortable” “Let me take care of you” “I love you” “That’s irrational” “I’m not jealous” “I’m not going anywhere” “Prove it” “Kiss me” “You’re adorable” “Why are naked?” “Are you mad at me?” “That was unexpected” “I’m never letting you go” “Do you trust me?” “Dance with me!” “I want to take care of you” “It’s three in the morning” “We could get arrested for this”

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avengerscompound · 4 months

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The Interview - Chapter 5

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating: E

Warnings: nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 2040

Summary: Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 5

The excitement was thick in the air as Melody and Bobbi rode the elevator up to the party deck of the Avengers Tower. Bobbi looked gorgeous in a black lace cocktail dress and knee-high boots with the buckles she’d picked up from the thrift store. Melody wore a dark blue satin jumpsuit with slits up the legs that had black a lace strip both at the slits and along the armholes. She’d paired it with a pair of sandals and her favorite jewelry and she was feeling good about herself.

It was both thrilling and nerve-wracking thinking she would see not just Steve Rogers, but all the Avengers in party mode. What eclipsed all of those feelings was her excitement and nerves about getting to socialize with Steve outside of the confines of interviewing him.

The elevator doors slid open to a room that resembled a cross between a bar and a nightclub. The doors opened into a large open area with a bar to the left and a pool table to the right. There were angular gray couches set up in squares up the floor and a set of stairs that led up to the huge windows that looked out over the city. More couches were set up at the raised platform. There were three more sections above with a floating staircase on each side leading to the balconies. Each staircase ran beside a sloped window that let her see the room beyond, most of which looked down at workshops and hangers for the jets. Below her feet were rugs sitting on thick glass or black marble tiles that ran in patterns. Through the glass, she could see the Quinjets and rows of Iron Legion. There were people everywhere, most of whom she didn’t recognize, but she did spot Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark at the bar and Thor was up on the raised platform holding the attention of a whole group of people.

“Oh my god,” Bobbi exclaimed as she walked into the room. “This is unreal! I'm in a room with an actual god!”

Melody scanned the room looking for Steve, but he spotted her first and waved to her from the other side of the room.

“If you want some time alone with the good captain, just give me a signal. I don’t know, tug on your earring or something,” Bobbi said, as the two women approached him.

“I’m not going to abandon you in a party where you don’t know anyone,” Melody argued, nudging her.

“Don’t you worry about me,” Bobbi assured her. “I make friends everywhere I go.”

Melody wanted to argue with her more, but she had already reached Steve. He was standing with two easily recognizable people. On his left was Sam Wilson, dressed in black jeans and a black jacket of a deep red button-up shirt, and on his right was James Barnes dressed from the neck down in black.

Steve kissed her cheek in greeting. “You made it.”

“Are you kidding?” she said. “How could I miss a genuine Tony Stark party?”

Steve chuckled. “I’d give anything to be allowed to miss one,” he joked. “These are my friends, Sam and Bucky,” he added, gesturing to his friends. “Sam, Bucky, this is Melody the woman from the DB that’s been interviewing me.”

“It’s a real pleasure to meet you,” she said, shaking their hands and gesturing to Bobbi. “This is my cousin, Bobbi. We live together on the Upper West Side.”

“And what do you do, Bobbi?” Sam asked.

“I’m an actor. And I also bartend on the side,” she answered.

“Would you have been in anything I might have seen?” Sam asked.

“That depends,” Bobbi answered. “Have you ever been to the Vampire Dinner Theatre in the East Village?”

“I haven't,” Sam said. “But maybe I should.”

“It's a lot of fun,” Bobbi said. “Come sometime.”

Sam laughed and nodded. “So, can we get you ladies a drink?”

They followed the men down to the bar where Tony Stark was making drinks and Natasha Romanoff sat on a bar stool with her legs crossed beside a dark-haired woman in a black pantsuit. She looked stunning in a slinky black dress with a shrug over her shoulders that looked like she’d draped herself in a spider web, while Tony wore a black three-piece suit with a red tie. He’d taken the jacket off and it was hanging at the end of the bar. Tony’s sleeves were rolled up as he shook a drink in a shaker.

“Cap! Is this the journalist?” Tony said, sidling up toward Melody.

“It is,” Steve said. “Melody, this is Tony.”

Tony leaned over toward Melody. “Well, if you want the dirt, let me know. I have loads of stories.”

“No, forget him, if you want stories, I’m your guy,” Sam argued.

Bucky just cleared his throat and looked at both men with his eyebrows raised.

Steve held up his hands. “Hey now, no one needs a source close to Captain Rogers' claim by line. Dial it back.”

“Mmm… We’ll see,” Tony said and poured an almost ink-black cocktail into a martini glass. He grabbed a cocktail pick and speared two blackberries and a raspberry onto it in sequence and dropped it into the glass before sliding it over to Natasha.

“So what can I make you ladies?” Tony asked.

“What was that one?” Melody asked, gesturing to Natasha’s drink.

“It’s something I made up. I call it the Black Widow Martini. Mostly vodka with a little Chambord and Blue Curaçao,” Tony explained.

“That sounds good,” Melody said. “I’ll have that.”

“And you?” Tony asked Bobbi as he began to mix the new drink.

“Me?” Bobbi said, her eyes locked onto Natasha as Natasha took a sip of her drink. “I’d like a red Russian.”

Natasha stifled her laughter. “Well, aren't I popular tonight?”

“Like you don’t know,” the woman next to her teased.

The drink Tony made was a little sweet, a little tart, and very, very strong. Melody wasn’t sure if it would be better to nurse it and keep her wits about her, or to drink it quickly to let down her barriers.

When Bobbi had hers, Sam put his hand on her back. “How about a game of pool? We can get our asses handed to us by Clint.”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea,” Bobbi said, giving Melody a very over-the-top and significant look as she let Sam and Bucky lead her away. The fact that Steve’s friends were trying to leave Melody alone with Steve was both a little exciting and a lot terrifying.

She turned to look at Steve. A pink flush had colored the back of his neck and he scratched his fingers through his hair. “I might have been talking about you a lot,” he admitted.

“Me?” she said. “Really?”

“Yes, you,” Steve chuckled. “I’ve really been enjoying the time we spend together. I know you’re just trying to put me at ease so I open up more, but I can usually tell when someone is trying to manipulate me.”

His admission made her heart flutter and her stomach flip. It was exciting and scary and amazing. The feeling was mutual, though she didn��t know what that meant right now. The ethics about dating someone she was writing an article about were hazy at best and while she didn’t think she’d get fired for it, there was the possibility it could happen. “I’m not trying to manipulate you,” she assured him. “I mean, yeah, I want you to open up for the article, but I do actually like you. And it’s not exactly a hard-hitting piece I’m doing.”

“Well, I am glad I wasn’t wrong about that at least,” Steve said.

“Unless I’m manipulating you right now?” she teased and took a sip of her drink.

He laughed. “God, don’t make me doubt myself more than I already am.” He shook his head and offered her his arm. “How about I show you around a little?”

“Sounds good,” she agreed and hooked her arm around his elbow.

He led her up the stairs to the second floor. “This room is such a strange shape because the hanger for the jets, and Tony’s Iron Legion are kept below it. As are parts of Tony’s labs. He’s staggered this space above it to give it more room but make this space more interesting than just a large mostly empty room. “If you look over this side you can see all the past iterations of his suits on display.”

Melody looked down into the space below to row after row of Iron Man armor that seemed to just go down forever. As impressive as it was, she was still distracted by Steve’s admission and whether there was something that could be done about it.

“He has a lot of suits,” she said.

“You should see his closet,” Steve replied. It made her snort and the journalist in her wanted to get to the bottom of that little statement. She looked up at him and he returned her gaze with a soft smile.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked.

“It’s just that I do really like you too,” she said. “I went shopping today with my cousin to try and buy the perfect outfit because I wanted you to see me as a person you could be attracted to and not just the person asking hundreds of super personal questions.”

Steve reached out and took her hand, with a huge grin on his face. “Well you didn’t need to dress up to do that,” he said. “Though you do look stunning.”

“Thank you. We got the jumpsuit at a thrift store and spent the afternoon tailoring it in and adding the lace,” she said.

“Wow,” Steve said, clearly impressed. “That was a lot of effort.” He lifted her hand above her head, and she did a spin for him. “Are you sure tailoring isn’t your calling?”

She laughed. “It’s Bobbi more than me. She’s so tall and she has such distinctive taste that she got really good at thrifting and tailoring. But then when we moved to New York and started living paycheck to paycheck we started thrifting together and she helped me hone my skills.”

“That’s impressive. I haven’t sewn anything in a long time, but back in the day Bucky and I would at the very least patch our clothes. Sometimes we’d make things from scratch. We had so little money when we lived together I slept on the floor of his bedroom,” Steve shared.

She made another mental note for her column. “I’m practically doing that now. We have a one-bedroom place. Bobbi has the bedroom and I have this little sectioned-off area in the living room.”

“Well here I was thinking that I wouldn’t meet anyone with a shared life experience,” Steve said.

“Plus an artist and a writer,” she added.

He chuckled. “Exactly. It’s like it’s meant to be.”

She sighed and shook her head, moving her hand to his chest. “I want this,” she said. “I do. But - this is my big break. I need to make sure I don’t do anything to fuck this up. And this could be a conflict of interest.” She hated herself a little for saying the words but she knew they needed to be said.

Steve frowned and bowed his head. “Right. Yeah. You’re right.”

“But,” she continued. “What if we put a pin in it until after it’s published? If you still like me after you see what I’ve written about you. We’ll go out.”

Steve smiled and nodded, squeezing her hand. “It’s a deal,” he agreed. He looked out at the party below and his stance changed. He stood straighter and with his chest out. It was like he’d decided not to dwell on it. “How about we go join our friends for pool?”

She nodded and wrapped her arm around his again. “Thanks, Steve,” she said.

He smiled at her with real affection and for a brief moment, she completely lost herself in the soft blue of his eyes. She steeled herself. Article first. Then, if he let her, she’d willingly let herself fall for Steve Rogers.

// NEXT

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Anti-Hero: Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Summary: After being experimented on as a young child and given abilities, Daniela has become a highly skilled member of the Avengers, and has even been assigned to mentor Peter Parker. Little does she know that the happiness she’s been able to find will become threatened by the very people who started her on her path long ago.

Warnings: angst, language, and mentions of torture

Word Count: 2,887

Notes: This has been in my WIPs for the longest time, so I decided to finally finish it up and let y’all read it! This chapter is just the set-up for Daniela’s character, so please be patient with me on the story development! I appreciate it! And as always if you want to be tagged in anything let me know!

Anti-Hero Masterlist

THREE YEARS EARLIER

"So, Sergeant Daniela Velikov, right?”

Daniela hears the voice, but doesn’t think much of it, thinking it was either her boss, Phil, or maybe Fitz from the lab with more specs for a new hand blaster. She finishes typing her sentence and then looks up from the screen towards the figure that was standing in front of her. The man’s suit was a dark navy blue that hugged his frame tightly, there was a large dark black star across his chest, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He was currently looking down at a file he had in his hands, he seemed quite interested in it; however, Daniela could still make out the dark circles under his eyes and the beard. She furrowed her brows while looking him over, thinking he could really use a shave, not that he looked bad, but that he'd look better if he trimmed his beard a bit. She stared at him a little while longer, thinking he looked slightly familiar, but the scruff and the dark suit told her she was wrong. It was when he finally looked up from the file, his blue eyes meeting her gaze that she knew who he was, Steve Rogers.

Quickly, she moves to stand at attention in front of him, "Yes, sir! Sergeant Velikov of the 78th Marines.”

"Well," Steve smirks as he looks her up and down, "you're not a Marine anymore,” Daniela smiles lightly as Steve looks back down at the file, “all right at ease, Sergeant,” she moves her feet apart and clasps her hands behind her back, “you have a very impressive resume for being just 23,” he closes the file and looks back to her.

Daniela wasn’t completely sure why Steve was here or why he was complimenting her. She had a feeling it most likely had something to do with the Avengers, she’s had many many talks with Phil about the team. Phil wanted her to join them, fight aliens, be a hero, maybe even lead the team in the future. His aspersions for her were always higher than her own.

Daniela decides to keep it cool and play along, "Thank you, sir, I've worked really hard to get where I am.”

He hums lightly and nods in agreement, "I got word about five months ago that there was someone within SHIELD who had some special abilities,” he raises glances at her to see if her demeanor changes, which it didn’t, "Coulson thought you might know who it is."

She tilts her head slightly trying her best to act dumb, "He did?”

He nods, "Sure did, got any ideas or should I start guessing?"

She shrugs one shoulder, "I don't work much with the rest of the team, sir, I usually do solo missions, so I wouldn't be the best person to ask."

Daniela made a rookie mistake, got all mushy one night, and told Phil a few things about her past, was a little too honest. She'd been apart of the team for about six months and the loneliness had gotten to her, she wasn't getting along with anyone at that point and the missions she'd been on were emotionally taxing, even for her. Phil was the only one that had shown any interest in being a friend, so after a particularly difficult mission, Daniela had a few too many drinks and went to his office and told him everything. It wasn't really anything Phil didn't already know, he was a SHIELD agent after all, he knew about her parents, how old she really was, and where she grew up, but he wasn't aware of her abilities. She never imagined that one night of confiding in a friend would lead to Steve Rogers showing up at her desk asking her questions.

Steve looks at her sternly and gestures to the file in his hand, "Do you know what this is?" Daniela shakes her head and he continues, "Coulson has personal files for every member of his team. Mostly for basic things, mission stats, what they like, what they don't, weaknesses, strengths, injuries," he drops the file behind her on her desk and points to it, "and that one's yours, so I'll ask you one more time Sergeant, do you know anyone here who has enhanced abilities?"

She glances at the file then back to Steve, with a blank expression. She had no problem lying, it was in her blood, after all she'd been doing it her entire life, but she did have a problem lying to Steve Rogers, America’s golden boy. She grew up watching him, idolizing him, and praying some day that maybe he'd come and save her too. Steve was one of the reasons she got into the army in the first place, along with more personal reasons.

Daniela takes a small calming breath, "Why does it even matter?"

Steve sighs, "Because if this person has enhanced abilities, I need to find out if their using them for the right reasons. I won't led SHIELD fall again."

Steve knew that the girl in front of him posed no threat because of the high praise Phil gave her, and Phil was one of the few he could actually trust. The only reason he was even here, grilling this woman, was because of Tony. The past few years had been rough on everyone and Tony thought it would be good for Steve to get out of the compound and try to recruit a few new faces. The entire purpose of recruitment now was to build a future team, with a good leader, and if Steve could persuade her, Daniela would be perfect.

Daniela pauses for a moment, "But why should they trust you?"

Steve pauses, he hasn’t had anyone question his motives in quiet some time, it was almost refreshing, "I'm not here to gain your trust, Sergeant, this isn't some game, I'm looking for answers," he frowns slightly when her expression doesn't change, "just be honest with me," he sighs when she still doesn't answer, "I think you realize I already know."

Daniela shifts her weight to her left foot and nods slowly, "I.. Coulson was the only one I told and that was about a year ago ago," she looks to the ground and closes her eyes, "not that he didn't already know, the man is a spy after all," this leads to a small chuckle from Steve, but Daniela continues, "this is why I knew opening up to anyone would be a mistake. I only use my powers when I'm on solo missions, so I can avoid questions about how I got them. I thought I was doing a pretty good job at hiding things,” she opens her eyes and looks back to him, “I've been running from my powers my entire life, sir," she hesitates slightly afraid of sharing, but she continues, hoping he would understand, "if it makes any difference, I don't like that I have them either, but um, it wasn't exactly my choice."

Steve listens intently, hearing not just her words, but the emotions behind them. He knew about her past, but only surface details, like where she was born and raised, who her parents are, and that they were the ones who gave Daniela her powers. If he was being completely honest, he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to know exactly how she got them. Being a guinea pig of any kind is not a fun process.

Steve keeps his poker face and decides to change the subject, "You've been with SHIELD for nearly two years, never had any disciplinary actions, never asked any questions, have always done what you’re told. You're no doubt the best agent Coulson's got,” he looks her up and down assessing her, surprised such skill could come from someone so small, “so why stop here? Got any higher aspirations?"

Daniela chuckles lightly, the change of subject a slight relief, "Are you trying to get me to join the Avengers? I thought that was usually Stark's gig."

"He's got the day off," he smiles and continues, "the team would love to see a new face, have some help with missions,” she looks to him slightly confused, so he explains further, “we need some young faces to be the future of the team, the rest of us can’t do this forever. How about it? Coulson thinks you’d fit in with us well, maybe even help run it at some point.”

Daniela scoffs lightly at his remark and shakes her head. She’s always believed in what she did, she put her heart and soul into it, and sometimes that cost her, but there was no way she wanted to lead a team of superheroes, "With all due respect, Captain, I don't think that's up my ally.”

He takes in a deep breath and takes a step closer, now only a few feet from her, "Show me what you can do,” after all, it’s what he came here for.

The sudden closeness shocks her and her eyes grow wide, "W-what?"

He smiles sweetly and nods his head to her hands, "We just agreed that you have powers, now show me.”

She visibly clenches her jaw to calm her growing temper, “Yes, sir.”

Daniela slowly unclasps her hands and brings them around in front of her. She then turns them over, palms now facing the ceiling, while taking a deep calming breath, her hands begin to glow a soft icy white. Steve watches her hands intently, thoroughly impressed with what he's seeing. Moments later she starts a small fountain from her palms, letting the water flow freely for a few heartbeats, then freezes the water over quickly, “There.”

Steve raises an eyebrow, Phil wasn’t kidding, this girl really did have talent, but she had one more secret, "What else?”

She closes her hands abruptly causing the ice to shatter and fall to the floor around their feet, “Well... I um... I don’t tell many about the rest of my powers, sir.”

“Do I need to earn your trust?”

She shakes her head and furrows her brows, “Um... not exactly,” she purses her lips, “I’m just more worried about scaring people.”

Steve smirks slightly, “You realize that my best friend has a vibranium arm and I live with the Scarlet Witch. Those are just the calm ones, we also have an archer who climbs through the vents.”

That made her relax a bit and she chuckles, making Steve smile-- she had a cute laugh. Daniela didn’t know much about the Avengers personal life, other than what Phil told her, which wasn’t much, “Barton climbs in the vents?”

He shakes his head, “Yeah, I don’t ask why.”

Steve didn’t really ask too many questions about the others, figured it was none of his business, although if they wanted to share he’d happily listen. Some say that made him cold and off-putting, that he was too much of a soldier, but it wasn’t that at all, he cared too much. He was worried that getting too close to those he worked with would just put them in danger.

Daniela giggles and Steve continues, “Anyway, what else can you do? I won’t tell a soul,” he holds up two fingers, “scouts honor.”

She heavily sighs, “I... um, alright... my powers. They call it cryo-electricity. I can manipulate ice and lightning either at the same time or separately. I’ve learned over the years I can use water and frost too.”

Bringing her right hand back up in front of her, palm still facing the sky, she curls her fingers inward slightly, as if she was holding a ball. She scowls slightly at her hand, still unsure about showing him, but he already knew, so might as well. Clenching her teeth, trying to focus on her hand, small violet colored sparks begin to dance from her fingers like little strings. It wasn’t much, but it proved the point that she could do it.

"Impressive," he meets her gaze when the sparks die out and sees hesitation in her eyes, "I'm not saying you have to join, but you'd be helping a lot of people, and I know that's what you want."

Seeing that she still wasn't sure, he decides to take a different approach, and grabs the folder off her desk, "Says here you where on the fast track to joining the SRT squad before you were recruited to SHIELD,” he raises a curious eyebrow, looking over the file, "they don't normally allow women to join.”

The SRT team was the Special Reaction Team that responds to more dangerous and high risk situations within the military base. Basically they were the army equivalent of a SWAT team. They actually don’t allow women to join, but the General that Daniela worked under saw great potential in her and said he’d grant her request when it was time. She thought she would be able to help more people if she was on the squad, which is partiality what she wanted. She still had another year left before officially applying for the team when Phil found her and convinced her of a different path.

She nods at Steve, "They said I fit the bill for what they needed, sir.”

He purses his lips in agreement, she was a fine soldier, not a lot of women can say they were a Sergeant in the Marines. He then tilts his head curiously at her, “What made you want to be with SHEILD then? You could've gotten everything you wanted with SRT. Action, adventure, helping people, what changed?”

"I um,” Daniela takes a deep breath, "it's of personal nature, sir.”

"Got anything to do with your parents?” He lightly throws the file back onto the desk causing her eyes to widen.

"Possibly, sir," she pauses, “I um, I didn't realize you knew about them.”

Unfortunately for Steve, he knew all to well who her parents were, he just never realized that they had a daughter, “Stark and I had," he nods his head side-to-side, "a chance encountered with your father once, about a year ago, it ended with him getting away,” he frowns slightly at the ground and then looks back into Daniela's eyes, “Didn’t realize he had a daughter.”

Daniela’s parents always got away. She was starting to think they were destined to live free while she was destined to spend her eternity chasing after them like an idiot. They needed to pay, no, had to pay for what they did, not just to her, but for what they’re continuing to do. They’re monsters.

“Yeah, they’re not particularly proud of me, sir. They think that what happened to me was a blessing and that I am wasting my gift," she sighs and looks to the floor, "My apologies for having to deal with him.”

"No need, not your doing," she looks back to him and his eyes had softened, "you turned out quiet the opposite of him.”

"I um,” she scoffs, "I've worked my whole life to be the opposite of them both. I’ve tried to use what they cursed me with for the greater good, sometimes I can, some days, not so much,” she looks at her hands and shakes her head.

He takes a few steps towards her and rests a hand on her shoulder, "You've made a huge difference and changed a lot of lives, for the better,” she smiles weakly and he takes his hand away, "I can help you take the fight to Hydra. I can't promise we'll see your parents, but I can promise that if we do, we'll make them pay for what they did.”

"I've been fighting Hydra for decades, sir," she chuckles lightly, "Phil did the same speech with me years ago and he was able to convince me enough to join up here. After all these years, I have yet to see either of them.”

Steve nodded forgetting that her true age didn't show, “Well, I don't suggest you actually go looking for them,” he looks to her sternly, “you might not be happy with what you find.”

Daniela mumbles softly to herself, "Never stopped you,” he raises his eyebrows at her in surprise, "I'm sorry, sir, that was uncalled for.”

"It's alright," he shrugs and continues, "but I do know from experience that dwelling on the past only causes more pain.”

Moving on was something Daniela didn't do well, even after over 90 years. Little things tended not to bother her so much now, but childhood trauma was something that she still couldn't let go of. After all, her parents tortured her, changed her DNA, gave her powers, and then abandoned her at an orphanage when she didn't agree with their evil plan all by the age of eight. How can anyone just wake up one morning and go, "Yeah, this is fine."? The best course of action is to just fake a smile, bury the emotions deep, and hope that one day they'll die.

Daniela stares at him and blinks, "So I've been told, sir.”

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Unexpected Savior

Pairings: The Winter Soldier x OFC Cadence Michaelson (platonic), Bucky Barnes x OFC Cadence Michaelson (platonic), Bucky Barnes x OFC Jane Michaelson (implied)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner/Hulk, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier, OFC Jane Michaelson, and OFC Cadence Michaelson

Rating: Mature

Tags: Angst, fluff, Bucky's trigger words, Hydra, weapons, use of a syringe/needle, mentions of killing, anxiety, fear, crying, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 2,992

Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: This fic is based on my daughter. She is absolutely obsessed with Bucky and if he were real and this happened to her in real life, she would 100% defend him. I am not fluent in Russian, nor do I trust Google translate to get the words right. I'm sorry if the trigger words aren't spelled correctly. If anyone is Russian or knows the language, please feel free to correct me! I will change it in the fic if need be.

Bucky knew going on this mission was a bad idea. It wasn't a difficult one, but he just had this feeling. A gut instinct told him that he should stay back at the Avenger's Tower. The team needed him though, so despite his bad feeling, he got on the Quinjet with them anyway.

Their objective was simple. Fury needed some Hydra intel about a supposed secret base location. All they had to do was search an old warehouse that had been previously abandoned and see if they'd left behind any clue of where it could be.

Once they arrived the team thought it best to split up so they could cover more ground. Steve and Bucky had gone east, Clint and Natasha chose the north side, Sam and Tony took the larger west side. That left Thor and Bruce with the south end.

Things were fine at first, searching filing cabinets, desks, and boxes while communicating through their comms system. A few minutes later, however, Bucky started to feel uneasy. Almost like he was being watched. He shook it off and told Steve he was going to check the rooms at the end of one of the hallways.

The first two didn't have anything useful, but the third one had a safe. Bucky had set his rifle down on a nearby desk and began pulling at the handle with his metal arm. Everything happened so fast. The door slammed shut, a needle in his neck, and muffled voices was all he remembered before everything went black.

That brings him to where he is now. He's tied to a chair, his metal arm is stuck between two pieces of heavy machinery, and Rumlow sits in front of him with the book. The fucking book ruined his goddamn life.

"Hello, James. It's good to see you again."

Bucky glares at him menacingly, "fuck you, Rumlow."

"Well, that's not very nice. I'm here to do you a favor after all."

Bucky scoffs and continues to try and break free of his bonds. "I'd rather you go to hell!"

Rumlow smirks and leans in close to his face. "You first."

He opens the book and stands up, staring straight at Bucky as he speaks.

Zhelaniye

Bucky grits his teeth and pulls harder on the ropes.

Rjaviy

"No!" He closes his eyes and wills himself not to listen.

Semnadtsať

It wasn't working. Bucky can feel himself slipping away.

Rassvet

"Aghhhh! Stop!"

Pech'

His mind starts to fog over, the evil inside him beginning to rise and take hold again.

Devyať

All he can do is scream. He knows it won't work. He's past the point of no return now.

Dobroserdechnyy

Bucky hangs his head, his chest heaving as the monster gains the upper hand inside him.

Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu

He's fading, like he's in a nightmare where he can see what's going on, but can't control anything.

Odin

The last sliver of himself slowly dissipates, the vile desire to kill flooding through his body.

Tovarnyy vagon

He's gone. Bucky Barnes is pushed to the side as pure evil, the Winter Soldier, takes complete control of his body.

Rumlow walks to stand in front of the soldier, crouching down so he can see the emotionless blue eyes of his weapon. He unties him and raises the metal machinery.

"Soldat?"

Bucky doesn't move, he doesn't even blink, but he answers the Hydra affiliate nonetheless. "Ya gotov otvechet"

His response is deep, very monotone, and he stands staring straight ahead as he waits for his mission instructions.

"Do you see this man?" Rumlow holds up a file with a man's picture on it and Bucky immediately responds. "Da."

"This man has stolen vital information from Hydra, and he needs to be eliminated within the next twelve hours."

The Winter Soldier stalks out of the small room and takes a high-powered gun from one of the guards. His stealthy nature allows him to sneak out of the back without being detected by the Avengers, and within minutes he's on his way back to New York.

Steve is furious. He's pacing back and forth in the common room of the tower chastising himself for allowing this to happen again. Bucky is his best friend. He's been through so much torture, so much pain, and he couldn't even protect him on an easy mission.

"Goddammit!" He slams his fist into the wall, punching right through it, and making everyone else in the room jump.

Natasha stands and walks across the room. "We're gonna get him back, Steve."

He snaps his gaze to hers, "how, Natasha? We don't know where they took him. Hell, he could be in Siberia and we wouldn't know."

Stark cuts in before she can respond. "Actually, you're wrong."

All eyes move to Tony, but he isn't focused on them. Instead, he's typing something into one of his many tech devices.

Clint raises an eyebrow, "care to elaborate?"

A couple of seconds later, he projects a map for all of them to see. "This," he points to a little moving dot, "is Barnes' current location."

"After our last big mission, I took the liberty of putting tracking devices in everyone's gear. I would have tracked him earlier, but I didn't think we'd need the main tracker module for such a small mission. I was wrong. The good news is, it looks like he's right here in Manhattan."

Steve moves to stand in front of the map, watching the tiny, red dot. The moment it stops, he notes the location and grabs his shield.

Bruce steps in front of him holding out a hand. "Whoa, don't you think we should talk about this, Steve? We can't just go into this blind."

"I agree with Banner," Thor adds. "I've definitely learned my lesson from charging into a battle without a plan."

The Captain turns around, giving his team a stern look. "Bucky is my best friend. I was the only one he remotely recognized back when we had the conflict with the Accords. If anyone is going to bring him back, it's me."

Jane pulls her red Chevy Malibu into the gas station parking lot. She and her nine-year-old daughter, Cadence, have been driving for nearly twelve hours now, and they're hungry. Their hotel isn't too far away, but she wants to stock up on snacks for the room since the amenities they provide cost an arm and a leg.

She brought her daughter here for her birthday since it's been the only thing she's asked for over the past eight months. Cadence is a bit more unique than the rest of the kids in her grade. They were all playing outside or watching their favorite cartoons while having sleepovers with their friends.

Not her baby though. No, she spends almost all her time watching the news just to catch a glimpse of her favorite team of superheroes. Almost everything in her room revolves around the Avengers, specifically Captain America and Bucky Barnes. Cadence would often tell Jane that she wants a best friend like Bucky and Steve are to each other.

Jane isn't sure if their tower allows visitors, but they plan to try tomorrow morning. Her baby will be ten in just under eleven hours, and it would make her entire life if she could have a chance to meet her idols.

The gas station is quiet. Other than the cashier, they're the only ones there. Jane walks down one of the back aisles and begins to grab bags of chips. She turns to her daughter and smiles.

"Hey baby, do you wanna go pick out some candy for the room? Pick whatever you want, okay?"

Cadence nods, "Okay, Mommy!"

Even though the candy aisle is on the opposite end of the store, she doesn't think anything of it. It's not that big, and she can still see her while she stocks up on drinks. As she is reaching for a two liter of Coke, all hell breaks loose.

Jane whips around at the sound of the door being ripped off its hinges. She watches in horror as her daughter's idol walks in with an assault rifle. Cadence stands no more than five feet away staring wide-eyed at the super soldier. Jane knows he isn't Bucky, but her baby doesn't. She didn't have the heart to tell her about all the torture James had to go through when he was captured by Hydra.

Now her daughter is mere feet away from the assassin, and she's too scared to even blink for fear of him turning around and shooting her little girl.

Just when Bucky raises the gun at the startled cashier, the rest of the Avengers come barreling through the wall, courtesy of the Hulk, to try and stop him from adding another kill to his list.

"Bucky! Stop!"

Steve shouts at his friend causing him to turn around and narrow his eyes. He doesn't speak, but his intent to kill is evident.

Everyone is armed and ready to strike if James so much as twitches. Jane looks at her daughter and tries to get her attention as quietly as she can, but it's no use. Her baby is laser-focused on the situation, her eyes wide with fear and wonder.

The moment Iron Man raises his hand to fire a beam at James, Jane's worst fear becomes a reality. Everything happens in slow motion as Cadence drops the bag of Skittles she's holding and runs straight into the line of fire.

"No! No, don't hurt him, Iron Man! Don't hurt my Bucky!"

She stops in front of the Winter Soldier and wraps her tiny hands around his waist, burying her face in the front piece of his tactical gear. Everyone stops. It's so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

Steve, Tony, Sam, Thor, Natasha, Clint, and even the Hulk stand completely still with horrified looks on their faces. Never in the history of their careers has a civilian intervened on any of their missions. Especially not a child. Now they're standing there, trying to come up with a strategy on how to save this tiny little girl from one of the world's most deadly assassins.

Steve is the closest to her. She's probably no more than forty-five pounds and maybe three and a half feet tall. He could probably grab her before she got too injured. He isn't sure that's the right way to go about this though. He gauges Bucky's reaction to try and figure out the best solution.

The Winter Soldier looks down at her, confusion written all over his face. He isn't trained in any interactions other than the ones where he kills. He's mostly confused about what she said. My Bucky. There's that name again, the one that the Steve guy called him on the bridge a few years ago.

"I'm not Bucky."

She looks up into his menacing eyes and hugs him a bit tighter.

"You look like my Bucky. And you talk like him. Did you lose your memory? The tall blonde over there," she points to Steve, "he's your best friend! I think you guys have been friends for like a hundred years or something. My Mommy told me once, but I forgot the story."

Tony speaks up to try and coax her away from the danger she's in. "Hey, sweetheart…Bucky isn't feeling good right now and he needs our help. Can you go hang out with my friend Natasha over there so we can help him?"

Cadence turns around, her arms are spread out and her back presses up against Bucky's legs.

"No! I won't let you hurt him! If you're gonna make him better, then why would you shoot him? That's not how you play with your friends. You don't hurt them. My mommy says friends are supposed to give each other hugs when they're upset. Right, Mommy?"

Everyone, including Bucky, turns their gaze to Jane. She's moved a bit closer now, still too scared to make any sudden movements.

"T-That's right honey," she whispers. "Can you do what Iron Man said and go stand with Black Widow? Please, baby?"

Jane's voice is shaky and she's got tears in her eyes. Bucky picks up on it all. His confusion increases and he's starting to feel different.

His flesh hand is still on the trigger of the rifle, but it's pointed at the floor now. Cadence moves to stand at Bucky's side, and everyone watches in amazement and fear as she grabs his metal hand in hers, holding it tightly.

"I can't, Mommy! Iron Man will hurt him." She starts to cry, thick tears sliding down her tiny cheeks onto her shirt. "I love him, Mommy. I love Bucky and I won't let anyone hurt him because he's a good person. He's just having a bad day, and we all have those."

Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, his head beginning to throb. His breathing pattern changes and then suddenly, he feels the anger leave his body. He looks down at the tiny blonde holding his bionic hand and pries it from her grasp. The movement makes Steve step forward, ready to pull her away from him in an instant. Instead, he and everyone else stare in awe as Bucky gently rubs the back of her head.

All their eyes widen in shock. Sam is the first to move. He folds his wings into his pack and slowly steps forward.

"Buck? Hey, man you good?"

James looks up and drops the gun. He feels lightheaded and quickly falls to his knees. Cadence is now level with his face and she smiles warmly at him.

"It's okay, Bucky. Sometimes superheroes need protecting too."

She snakes her arms around his neck and rests her tiny cheek on his shoulder.

James has never been shown this much compassion by anyone other than Steve. He looks up at Jane, his eyes shining with tears, and gingerly runs his metal hand down Cadence's back.

"Th-Thank you…" His body starts to shake a little as he cries from both the kindness and the relief of knowing he didn't hurt anybody.

Cadence pulls back to look at him and reaches out to wipe his tears with the sleeve of her shirt. "Oh, please don't cry, Bucky. You're too pretty to cry...well, at least that's what my Mommy says."

Jane goes beet red and buries her face in her hands. Bucky glances at her briefly before looking back into her daughter's big, brown eyes.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Cadence Elizabeth Michaelson and my Mommy's name is Jane Marie Michaelson."

James smiles and cradles her cheek with his flesh hand, "I owe you my life, Cadence. If it weren't for you, I don't know if my friends would have been able to bring me back."

Tony crouches down and removes his helmet. "You're a very brave little girl, Cadence. I could use someone like you on the team. When you're older, of course. I'm sure your Mom wouldn't like it if I recruited you now." He winks.

Steve walks over to Jane and looks her over to make sure she's okay.

"Hi, ma'am. I'm sure you know me, but I'm Captain Steve Rogers. I know this might sound a little strange, but do you think you and your daughter would be willing to come back to the tower with us? I'd like to discuss a few things with you if that's alright?"

She nods, "Yes, that's okay. It's actually why we came here anyway. Cadence's birthday is tomorrow and all she's ever wanted since she was two years old was to meet you guys. Especially Bucky. She has always been drawn to him from the start."

Back at the compound, they all gather in the common room. Nat, Bruce, Sam, Thor, and Clint are eating snacks and watching TV, Steve, Tony, and Jane are chatting in the kitchen, and Bucky is sitting on the floor with Cadence. She's on his lap and reading him her favorite book, The Very Hungry Caterpillar.

"Ms. Michaelson I-"

She interrupts Steve briefly, "please call me Jane."

He smiles, "Jane, I don't think you understand how extraordinary that was. This isn't the first time Bucky has been brainwashed by Hydra, and the last two times we were in a situation like that, things didn't end well. The only way we were able to bring him out of the Winter Soldier mindset was to restrain him and wait it out."

Tony nods, "he's right, ya know. Barnes doesn't trust anyone really. Well, except for red, white, and blue here and maybe Natasha, but he's still not to that point with everyone else."

Steve puts a big hand on Jane's shoulder. "In all the years I've known Buck, he's never let himself be that vulnerable with anyone other than myself. I don't know what it is about your little girl, but she calms his anxiety. I can see it, and that's why I'm asking you if you'd consider staying here for a while? You'd have your own rooms, own bathroom, all new furniture, and whatever else you need."

Jane's eyes go wide, "y-you...you want us to stay here in the tower… with you?"

He nods, "if you're willing to. I don't think Bucky's really ready to let his new best friend go yet. I know it's selfish of me to ask such a thing of you, but I think it would really help him if she's around."

She looks over at her daughter and watches as she and James laugh at something in the story she's reading him. He really does look relaxed, and despite his strength and metal arm, he's being so careful with her. Jane moves her eyes back to look at the two men in front of her. Her decision comes easy, and she doesn't hesitate in giving them a bright smile.

"Alright, we'll stay."

Does anyone want a Part Two? :)

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I did quite a bit of reading this month and hope you will have as much fun reading and sharing these stories as I have! Again, I want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

The Mandalorian

Fever in my Eyes by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Reader Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you? Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

unfold me by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Female Reader Warnings: Hypothermia. Naked “cuddling.” Confessions. And just an overall emotional bucket of feels.

Marvel

Bad Date by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Your date isn’t going well but a chance encounter with the Mafia King of Brooklyn changes your view on how your night is turning out.. Warnings: 18+, Smut, Swearing, Mafia/Mob vibes, mentions of violence, Sex, Praise, Degradation.

Dearly Beloved by @indyluckycharlie Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Female Reader Against your will and your wishes, your powerful mafia father has arranged your marriage to the son of his closest ally. You have other plans. Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Violence. Threats of violence. Murder and implied murder.

the forest by @avintagekiss24 Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader You wake up in a strange, magical place. All alone, you start to walk and find that you aren’t the only one wandering the trees. warnings: language words, smut, sex, sex pollen kinda, animal transformation, grumpy bucky, angst/horror?, fae/faries, fairy tale vibes

Sundress by @princessmisery666 Steve Rogers x Female Reader Steve buys you a present, but it’s more for him. Warnings: smut, dom!Steve, language.

Last Laugh by @boxofbonesfic Steve Rogers x Comedian!Reader Your jokes land you in some hot water with their subject–Captain America. Turns out, America’s golden boy’s a bit of a bully–and you kind of like it. Warnings: Mean Steve, Sub!Reader, Smut, Light BDSM, Semi-public sex, MINORS DNI

Daisy Safe, Rose Wild by @kellyn1604 Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!OFC Steve Rogers is an Alpha on a mission. Find his wayward omega and bring her to heel. What he doesn’t count on is her determined spirit to bring him to his knees. Warnings- Soft! Dark. Non-violent non-con/dub-con. Angst, reluctance, estrous, knotting, claiming, a ton of explicit smut. No wolves or talk of pups…they’re people with a/b/o designations.

Let My Heart Bleed by @xbuchananbarnes Steve Rogers x Female Reader (she/her) Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. part of the you are the sun universe but can be read as a stand-alone.Warnings: S M U T,angst (an almost break up. Sorry about that, I’ve been on my feels), fluff, cursing, poorly edited. This takes place about seven months after CW (yay for nomad!Steve).

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight Thor x Female Reader Your lover - with the help of the stupidly large mirror you own - shows you just how desirable you really are to him... Warnings: Smut! Dirty talk. Insecurities (kind of). Sex in front of a mirror. Soft Dom Thor. 18+ ONLY PLEASE AND FUCKING THANK YOU.

Supernatural

Angel with a Shotgun by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies Castiel x Reader Castiel comes to the reader’s aid when she is put in danger because of his harbored feelings toward her. Warnings: none provided

Missing in Action by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader Dean, was hit by a spell cast by an apparently lovesick witch. And though your little group tries to keep him from her, he breaks free. Breaking your heart along the way. Warnings: Heartbreak, jealousy, betrayal, break up, ANGST, injuries, gunshots, blood, possible death, gun violence.

Need Me by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Sam is gone. Dean isn’t coping well but Emily can’t leave him. Warnings: Grieving, smut, angst, smangst, angry Dean, alcoholism, toxic relationship, language, cheating (maybe).

Shared Grief (3 parts) by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price. Part 1 Warnings: smut, angst, grieving, cheating (sort of), bad decisions, betrayal, suicide mention, fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence mentioned,

Whatcha Got There? by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) old artifacts, Dean being cute, shenanigans Warnings: none

Not a Dry Pair by @deanwinchesterswitch Rockstar!Dean Winchester x Female Reader A fun little glossed-over glimpse into the life of a 'groupie'. Warnings: 18+ NSFW, language, smut with practically no plot

Wasted by @girl-next-door-writes Dean Winchester x Reader You gave up everything for your happy ever after but what if your true happiness is sat drinking himself into oblivion in a bunker? Warnings: none provided

Hello Hello by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) Dean liked to suprise Y/N. Especially if he found a fun weakness in the process. Warnings: none provided

Run To You by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x OFC Disillusioned by the world around her, Kasey has chosen to live a life of solitude. Accused of a crime he didn't commit, Dean escapes custody. On the run from the law and out to prove his innocence, he stumbles headlong into Kasey's life. The fateful encounter sets them on a winding path of desire, heartbreak, and perhaps the most incredible love they've ever known. However, time and the law are not on their side. Warnings: Angst, fluff, slow-burn, language, panic attack detailed (near end of story). Each chapter will have its own warnings.

I'm Not Mad by @fluffiest-dreams Jack Kline, Reader (she/her) Jack was still a child. Some things proved that more than others. Pure fluff Warnings: general spoilers for season 13, lil bit of Jack being insecure

Don't Die by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Y/N wanted to go on a hunt with Dean while Sam had to stay back with an injured leg. Neither of them was happy about it Warnings: fighting, brief misunderstanding, fluff

I Keep My Promises by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Sam and Dean had just smoked out a nest of vampires when the two survivers decided to get revenge by kidnapping Y/N. Warnings: canon typical violence, kidnapping, angst, decapitation, blood (but I promise a happy ending)

Crossovers

I'll Be Seeing You by @navybrat817 Spy!Ari Levinson x Female Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Ari has to let you go until a threat gives him a reason to come home. Warnings: Slight angst, break-up, adult themes, slight possessive behavior, Ari Levinson, (he is a warning)

American Beauty / American Psycho by @cockslut-padalecki Soldier Boy x Female Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers Y/N wakes up to what should be every woman’s fantasy— sandwiched between the heroes of America as their own personal fuck toy. Warnings: Soldier Boy/Steve’s love/hate relationship, explicit sexual content, dub-con, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), double penetration, anal play, anal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), deep throating, a little slapping, degradation, threats of cream pies to every orifice, 18+.

Other Characters

Nothin' Short of a Miracle by @starks-hero Roy O'Bannon x Female Reader The last person Roy knew that caught tuberculosis didn’t see the next month. But you’re strong and Roy doesn’t plan on giving up on you as long as you’re still fighting. Warnings: depictions of serious illness, a little bit of angst, fluff

RPF

Snack? by @jawritter Jensen Ackles x Female Reader The new Alpha on set wants you to take his “new’ face for a spin, and who the fuck can you tell him now? Warnings: Face riding, Possessive behavior I guess? ABO dynamics, male masturbation. Light dirty talk. Language. Is it cheating if he has permission?

#just a girl reading fics in may 2022 #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #dean winchester x reader #din djarin x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #thor x reader #soldier boy x reader #jensen ackles x reader

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