Summary: Y/N rides along with Sam, Zemo and Bucky to Madripoor.
A/N: I know this episode is over used but I been wrote this and I just wanted to give you guys something after been absent for so long. My birthday is next week and I’m excited. Enjoy this one-shot.
They followed Zemo to his personal jet. A older man stood at the end of stairs waiting on their arrival.
"So all this time you've been rich?" Sam asked looking at the jet. Y/N walked between him and Bucky behind Zemo. She haven't really been talking to Bucky because of their argument.
It was basically about how he disappeared on her. He left without warning. Only reason the previous couple is around each other now because Y/N was there when Sam gave up the shield and decided to stay by his side through the journey. That’s how she ended up here on a plane with someone that broke her heart.
The reason why Bucky left because he’s scared to love. He’s scared that’s she was going to leave him because of his past since it was to much for her. So Bucky left and still haven’t told her the reason why he did.
"I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." Zemo replied then spoke to the older gentleman in Russian. After the men greet each other the trio followed Zemo into the jet.
Bucky placed a hand on Y/N’s lower back to help her up the stairs, but she pushed his hand off. She had every right to be mad at him. Y/N really love Bucky but he can't just leave her whenever he get the chance.
Y/N sat in the chair in front of Zemo with Sam beside him and Bucky beside her. She nervously looked out the window, Y/N isn’t a big fan of heights.
"The fridge is out. But I will see if there is some good food in the galley." The man said to Zemo who replied in Sokovian. My nerves were getting really bad, She starts to fumble with her fingers.
"Y/N you okay?" Sam’s voice laced with concern. She turn to see them staring at her like a worried parent. Y/N gave them a small smile trying to ease their worries.
"Just checking Y/N. Why don't you tell us about where we are going Zemo?" Sam asked looking at Zemo for answers.
Zemo opened a book, "I'm sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don't know what to call it but this part seems to be important." He pulled a little book that was inside the bigger book holding it up.
"Who is Nakajima?"
Bucky swiftly gets up wrapping his gloved hand around his neck. Y/N’d eyes widened from seeing how worked up he got up from that. All the nervousness about flying left her body.
"What the hell James??"
"If you touch that again, I'll kill you." Bucky seethed then unwrapped his hand from around Zemo's neck sitting back down. Y/N rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was. Deep down she wished it was her he was putting into place but no one needs to know that. (Our little secret.)
"I understand that list of names. People you've wronged as the Winter Soldier." Zemo said obviously not phased from what just happened.
"Don't push it." Bucky warned glacing at him then towards Sam.
"I've seen that book. It was Steve's when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What'd you think?" Sam amused but Bucky kept a straight face.
"I like '40s music, so..."
" '40s music? You definitely need to put me on some good music then." Y/N said engaging in their conversation. She thought it was kinda cute that he held on to the book Steve had. Bucky gave her a small smile.
"Whenever I get the chance, I will. Just for you."
Y/N bit her lip to keep from smiling to keep up the ‘I’m mad at him act.’ But it wasn’t working.
"You didn't like it?" Sam asked shocked.
"I liked it." Bucky said giving him the face of 'duh i liked it.'
"It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience." Zemo said in the most formal way possible. Y/N gave a humorous smile nodding her head.
"That was one of the best way to explain it."
"He's out of line, but he's right. It's great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye" Sam agreed as if Bucky didn't agree. Y/N laughed at what he was doing.
"Sam why are you still going on about it? James literally agreed."
"I like Marvin Gaye." Bucky continues looking at him.
"Steve adored Marvin Gaye." Sam said bringing up another memory of Steve.
"I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me." Y/N held up the finger going to the mini bathroom. She struggled so damn hard in that small ass bathroom trying not to fall on her ass. Y/N soon came out to hear them talking about Madripoor.
"What's up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it's Skull Island." Sam questioned looking between the two used to be villains.
"It's an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a private sanctuary back in the 1800s." Bucky start while Zemo finished telling them the information.
"It's kept it's lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone."
Y/N glanced at Bucky who tensed up at those words. I knew it was going to be hard on him. Sitting back down her seat, She moved the hair that was in her face.
"So who do I go as?"
"Miss Sapphire, one of the richest lady there. She models for every company you can think of." Zemo said showing Y/N a picture of a woman looked exactly like her.
"Ooo I think I'm going to like this." Y/N smirked looking at the outfit that she was going to have to put on. She knew Bucky wasn't going to like it but oh well, it apart of the job.
Y/N was beside Sam as they walked down this empty bridge. She kept sneaking glances at Bucky because he looked so good with his new arm. Y/N didn’t know she staring to long when his eyes linked with hers. She quickly looked away, face turning really hot.
"We have to fix this. I'm the only one who looks like a pimp." Sam complained touching his suit. Y/N rolled her eyes, her feet were starting to hurt from walking for so long.
"Only an American would assume a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp." Zemo said. Y/N’s walk began to turn into limping which made her fall behind a little.
A little "Ow." came from her mouth, grabbing Bucky's attention. He slowed down walking beside Y/N.
"No you're not. You just said 'Ow'. What's wrong?"
"None of your business James. I'm okay."
"So you’re calling me James now? And I know your feet is hurting Y/N. Let me help."
Y/N decided to be stubborn even though she wanted to get off her feet so badly. "It's always been James. I'm able to handle myself, I can take pain."
Bucky rolled his eyes, in the matter of seconds Y/N was in his arms bridal style. Not in the mood to argue, Y/N ooked everywhere but him.
"And it's Bucky to you. It's always and forever going to be that to you."
"Before you left, it was Bucky. Now it's James. You know what, I can walk myself." She moved but his grip tightened not wanting her to get out his arms.
"No, I'm going to continue to carry you." Bucky said but Y/N didn't respond which made it quiet between them. She fought the urge to look at him since she was mad.
"I saw you looking at me and my arm."
She looked up at him fulfilling her urge and they made eye contact. Y/N quickly looked away nervously "Um, no I wasn't."
Bucky let out a laugh,"You indeed was."
"Guys! for the love of god, shut up!"Sam scolded from in front of them.
"He started it!" Y/N eplied back like a little kid. Bucky laughed a little then sigh.
"Y/N, you've barely said a word to me today. Did I do something?"
She scoff getting irritated from that dumb ass question. "DiD I dO sOmEtHiNg?? Huh? Bucky stop talking to me before I say something I might regret."
"What? Y/N I just asked a question." Bucky said in defense. She huff rolling her eyes, 'a dumb ass question at that'
"No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depends on it. There's no margin for error." Zemo explained as the car came into view on the bridge. Bucky placed her down on her feet when they neared it, opening the door for Y/N who climbed in the middle seat.
"Here we are."
Walking into into the bar you could feel the intense stares they were getting. Bucky glared at anyone that looked my direction. Y/N had to fight off any instinct to grab his hand. It wasn’t the appropriate time to do it.
You could hear the whispers of the crowd looking at them. "Is that the Winter Soldier?" . Zemo guided them directly to the bar. A tall dark skin man walked over to the trio so they could order.
"Hello lady and gentlemen. Wasn't expecting to see you, Sapphire and Smiling Tiger."
"His plans changed." Zemo nodded towards Sam. "We have business to do with Selby."
The bartender looked at Sam,"The usual? Anything for you Ms Sapphire?"
Sam nodded his head while Y/N replied, "No, Thank you." The bartender turned around grabbing a dead snake out of a glass jar. She covered up her mouth to keep from gagging. Y/N turn to Bucky shaking her head no.
"Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite." I heard Zemo say from behind Y/N. She would’ve laughed but Y/N wanted to puke at the moment. She knew Sam had drunk it when Bucky looked the other way to keep from I guess laughing.
Y/N moved to the side of Bucky when a man walked up to Zemo from behind. "I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here."
"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me." Zemo then pointed towards Bucky.
"New haircut?" The man asked but Bucky just stared.
"Or bring Selby for a chat." Zemo continued his deal. The man walked away not even giving a answer.
"A Power Broker? Really?" Bucky finally spoke up.
"Every kingdom needs its king. Let's just pray we stay under his radar." Zemo explained.
"Do you know him?" Sam whispered not wanting to give himself away.
"Only by reputation." Zemo replied. "In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner."
Y/N leaned against the bar with my back facing the crowd. She felt a hand being placed on her lower back. The other hand moved Y/N’s hair from the side to show her neck.
"Sapphire, baby, we didn't get to finish from last night. Let's get out of here."
Y/N prepared to punch him but stopped myself when I heard Zemo say "Зимний Солдат, Атака" ( Winter Soldier, Attack.)
Y/N turn around to see it was a different man this time. He had smirk on face, as his index finger touched her bottom lip slowly then used the rest of his fingers running down her exposed chest.
Y/N had never felt so disgusted in her life. His fingers stopped on her boob when Bucky's metal hand swiftly grabbed it, crushing his hand.
You could tell that Bucky was so angry for him even getting close to Y/N. The man grunt out in pain as both of them walked away from her while Bucky still clutched on his hand.
The pair shared a quick look. The way he eased back into his Winter Soldier character bothered her a bit. Maybe he had it like a switch?
Y/N winced not really wanting to see none of the combat taking place so she turned around with her back facing the crowd.
She didn’t want him to feel he can protect her all the time. Y/N didn’t want to seem so dependent on him especially if he isn’t going to always be in the picture. When Y/N needed him, he wasn't there. Getting out of her thoughts when Bucky slammed the man that touched Y/N on top of bar holding on to his neck, eyes never leaving his face.
Everyone around them start to take their gun off safety. Y/N’s heart start to pound as she looked around. Zemo placed a hand on Bucky's arm whispering.
"Stay in character or the whole bar turn on us."
Zemo says something else in russian which make Bucky let go of the man. "Selby will see you now." The bartender announced.
"Thank you." Zemo said then walked off.
"You good?" Sam asked Bucky concerned. He looked at me but Y/N quickly glanced at them then followed behind Zemo not uttering a word.
Turns out Y/N wasn’t the one she want to talk too since she was just some famous model . She had to stand in the hallway and wait on them. Y/N was so uncomfortable, especially with what she had on.
Y/N heard a gunshot which makes her kick in the door. Both Bucky and Sam aimed the gun at her then lowered it.
"What the hell happened in here?!" Y/N asked seeing the bodies on the floor.
"We'll explain later , let's go." Bucky said grabbing her hand and they all walked out of the building. They walked through the streets hearing surrounding people phones going off
"This is not good." Zemo said looking around at the people who looked on their phones. They near the end of the street when bullets aimed for us. Bucky pulled Y/N to him as they ran in one direction.
"I can't run in these heels!" Sam yelled while he ran.
"You better learn today!" Y/N yelled back holding on to Bucky's hand since it was in the heat of the moment, not wanting to let go.
Sharon help killed off the bounty hunters they had on us. At the moment Y/N was in the bathroom getting ready for the party she was having. Finished with getting dressed, she walked out the bathroom running into a hard chest.
"It's okay doll."
Y/N gave him a small smile then began to walk to room where everyone else wad until Bucky grabbed her hand.
"Why didn’t answer my question from earlier? What did I do?"
"You know what you did Bucky. Is there I need to say?"
"I think I know what I did? I don’t know Y/N. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
"To answer your dumb ass question, you did do something wrong. You act like everything's okay between us, when it's not! Bucky, you left me. Like disappeared on me without explaining why!"
"I knew telling you that I was leaving would crush you. I didn't want you to be hurt over the fact that I left." Bucky rubbed his hand over his mouth.
"Leaving you was the best way to protect you. I'm feared by many but that still doesn't mean you aren't going to be a target to hurt me."
"Best way to protect me?! You leaving hurted me way more then what you think it did. You're worried about protection but not focusing on my feels. You said you love me but you left like it wasn't nothing." I groan flustrated raising my voice. He couldn’t look at Y/N and it raised her suspicion.
“You’re lying Bucky? What is it? What is the truth.”
“Bucky tell me!”
"I was scared Y/N! Scared that you were already planning to leave because of my past. I know I shouldn’t have left when you needed me but I didn’t know what to do. You deserve better then me Y/N.” Bucky confessed as his head dropped. I placed my hand under his chin so he could look me in the eyes.
“Bucky I could’ve told me. You leaving hurt me more then what you think it did. I love you and that means that I’ll understand anything you’re going through. I don’t deserve better, and I don’t wan better. I want you Bucky. You’re not alone in this baby I swear.”
Bucky pulled Y/N to his chest, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry baby. I love you too Y/N so much.” He kissed Y/N’s forehead.
“Oh and I wanted to kill him so bad but I knew you wasn't going to like that so I stopped."
"You know me so well."
Bucky apologized again, “I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait to make up.” He began to kiss on her neck making Y/N tilt her head to the side so he could have more access.
"Hm, I'll accept it if you dance on the dance floor with me."
"No! God no. I'll do anything but that. You know I don't like dancing." Bucky pulled back groaning but she gave him the puppy eyes.
"Please? Or I'm going to stay mad at you."
Bucky rubbed his hand over his face, "Fine."
Y/N smiled jumping in his arms and they rested under her butt to keep her held up.
"Yayyy!! This is going to be fun."
"I’m only doing this for you baby.”
“That’s the best part.”
This took a long ass time to edit but I hope you guys like. Like I said earlier I know this episode is overused but I had wrote this when tfatws was still airing so yeah.
I’m posting something since I haven’t posted in so long.
If this one-shot don’t make sense let me know cause it’s almost 3 am while I’m trying to edit and add stuff to this and I’m so sleepy 😂
I know you’re waiting for the next chapter of Monsters in the Shadows and I am working on it. It was originally planned to be ready for posting today but some things came up and it will be delayed for a few days. Hope you don’t mind. In the meantime, since this is a different timeline (not main MCU), some characters that died will be alive. Which ones do you want to live?
1940s!Steve Rogers x Reader, some 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader (mostly platonic)
Word Count: 1.6k
TW: mentions of cheating
A/N: A little something to hold ya over until the next Prince!Bucky part is complete
Based on the song It’s Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James
“Never thought that you would be, standing here so close to me.” The irony of performing this song in the very same bar as Steve Rogers and half his unit was almost excruciating. Three people in that room would have felt it: Steve, You, and Bucky Barnes. If any of you had acknowledged it, only one of you showed it. Bucky Barnes, who was sitting at the bar, shifting his eyes between the stage, where you stood, and his best friend.
“There’s so much I feel that I should say, but words can wait until some other day.” You try not to notice the woman dressed in red who enters the pub, capturing the attention of everyone in the room, but you fail. None of it was her fault, you knew that. It wasn’t her fault that she had more in common with Steve, was more alluring, whatever else he had seen in her.
You hadn’t seen him in almost a week. He had been out on another mission. They should’ve all been home days ago, something must have gone wrong.
“G’morning Y/N.” You smile at Bucky as he walks toward your tent. “When did you get back?”
“Two days ago, right on schedule, thanks to me.” He winks, but his smile fades when he notices your brows furrow. “Was Steve delayed?”
“You haven’t seen him?”
You mutter a quick no as you push past him, taking the most direct route to the debriefing area. You’re stopped in your tracks by the sight of them together.
Steve Rogers, with one arm propped up against a pole, leaning close to Peggy, who was giggling at something he must have said. Her back was to you, so she didn’t see you make eye contact with him until you hesitated with your next move, caught with your mouth open, which caused him to take a step toward you.
She turned to look at you then, completely oblivious, even waving at you. You give her a tight-lipped smile, then turn away and walk in a random direction, anywhere to get away from them.
Bucky found you crying behind a training building later that evening.
Steve had an excuse for not coming to find you sooner.
That day was the catalyst of the ending of your story.
You sway on the stage as the music continues, watching the interaction between them unfold until your next part comes. “Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again.” He asks her to dance.
He was holding his hand out to you. “May I have this dance?” You laugh. “We can barely hear the music from out here.” You could tell the music was loud inside of the pub, able to make out words from the alley where you had come together to get fresh air.
“But we can still hear it, can’t we?” He smiles, nodding to his hand. You place your hand in his, and he pulls you close to him. The hand not holding yours slides down to your waist, and you rest your head against him. You can hear his heart beating against your ear, making you sigh contently. You sway together slowly, able to successfully ignore the cold air around you.
“Thank you for coming out with me tonight. The boys have all been wondering who I’ve been spending all my time with.” You smile to yourself, continuing to dance. When the music comes to an end, you move to shift away from him, but his arms catch you.
“Where’ya goin’? He whispers playfully. You look up at him, not saying anything. Instead, you move your arms so they’re resting around his neck. You stare at each other in silence, both of you warm and comfortable. After a few moments, he starts to lean in, but stops a few inches from your lips.
“Is this okay?”
You answer by closing the space between the two of you for the first time.
The hand that isn’t holding hers slides down to her waist.
You look away, focusing on anything else in the room. “Haven’t felt like this, my dear, since I can’t remember when.”
Bucky brought him to you as soon as they arrived back from another mission. “He’s hurt, but I think he’ll heal quickly.” He had told you as he placed Steve on a bed in your unit. You look over him, checking all the wounds he had sustained quickly and thoroughly. When you were satisfied, you looked back to Bucky. “You’re right. He’ll be fine, I’m just going to clean him up.
He nods, “I’ll leave you to it then.”
You refocus on Steve as Bucky leaves the two of you alone. You set to work, cleaning his wounds, and bandaging up any that would take longer to heal. He starts to become more lucid and groans as you continue to work.
“Shh. I’m almost done.” You concentrate on the rest of your process, then sit down next to him. He’s already looking at you and smiling when you finally meet his eyes.
“What?” You reach for his hand, smiling back.
“I love you, Y/N.” He squeezes your hand. Your heart flutters.
“I love you, Rogers.”
Your eyes slowly sweep across the room again, in part as an element of your performance, the other part to find him once more. This time, his eyes find you also. You keep your eyes locked with his as you sang the next line, “You’ll never know how many dreams, I dreamed about you.”
“When this is all over, we can go back to Brooklyn. You’d love it there. We can make up for lost time, live a normal life.” He smiles down at you from where you lay on his chest. “As normal as life can be with a super soldier serum.” You tease, poking him. He laughs, turning to wrap his other arm around you. He kisses your forehead, “A dream to hold onto.”
You had held onto it, right up until the moment when you realized that’s all it would ever be. He breaks your eye contact when you sing the next part of the song. “Or just how empty they all seemed without you.”
You were never his girlfriend, not technically. The war was dangerous, and you found solace in each other’s company just like many others. Neither of you had anticipated love, not among so much tragedy, but you had found it, and you had thought he had had too. No one could blame you for believing him.
“So kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again...”
The music slows, and you pause, couples beginning to pull away from each other to clap for the end of your performance. Except for one couple that stayed in each other’s arms, gently swaying, lost in their own moment. Steve and Peggy. Your eyes lingered on them near the back of the room, for only a moment, before you find the composure to snap your eyes off them.
You give a sultry smile to the crowd, eyes glistening in a way that no one would think twice about unless they knew your situation. The next person your eyes met did. Bucky.
“…It’s been a long, long time.” You finish the song with a smile that doesn’t meet your eyes, glancing away from Bucky and back to Steve. Him and Peggy have turned to the stage along with everyone else, and though he’s clapping for you, he avoids looking in your direction, smiling down at her. The way he used to smile at you.
You bow slightly in response to the whistles and cheers from the other men in the pub, briefly looking down at the stage beneath you. When you lift your head, your vision is blurry. You turn towards your band, hearing the crowd behind you settling back into their seats. You shake your head slightly as you move to walk off stage, silently telling them to continue without you. Your band leader, Freddy, nods in response, striking up another song as you quicken your pace down the stairs off the stage.
You push open the side door and step into the cool summer night. You wrap your arms around your body, letting your tears fall freely now that you were in the privacy of an alley. You cry quietly, looking up at the stars above you. The sky was clear, the moon bright. It would be dangerous for the soldiers out on the field, so much light. A stark contrast to the memories you had of sneaking out of your tent by moonlight to meet Steve mere months ago. You sighed at the thought of it.
“Y/N?” You jump slightly, your body tensing. You relax when you recognize the figure approaching you. “Bucky.” You say quietly, with a small smile before looking back up. “It’s a beautiful night. I despise this war for ruining it and all the others.”
He doesn’t say anything as he walks to your side, looking up to the same sky. After a comfortable silence, he speaks. “You alright, doll?”
“Of course. Don’t I look alright?” You shake your head, letting out a short laugh. You finally meet his eyes. You nod at the pub. “You should be in there with your friends.”
He quirks his eyebrow at you, then smirks and looks around. “Nah. I’d rather be out here with you.”
“Well, I hope you aren’t expecting any entertainment. I’m not particularly feeling like myself.”
“Hey.” He lightly bumps your shoulder with his until you look at him again, his face serious. “I’m on your side, for the record. Steve’s my best friend, but even I know he didn’t handle it right.”
You nod as you look to the ground again, sniffling. Bucky slings his arm around you, pulling you into his body. “You’ll be okay.” You turn into his chest, breaking down into tears once again. He wraps his other arm around you, one hand holding your head to his shoulder.
hi bestieeeee I got inspired by your white dress imagine and I was wondering if you can write about the reader getting married to another man and chris stopping the wedding to profess his longtime love for her 🥺
bestie nonnie!! oof listen, im already sad so this is gonna be wild.
pairing: chris evans x bi!reader
rating/warnings: angst, omg so much angst, unrequited love, understanding spouse
join the sleep over
Today was the day. The day you were finally getting married, finally starting a family. You truely couldn't be happier, right?
Your makeup had just got done, and now onto the dress. It was simple, not to flashy, wouldn't take away from your bride. Yes, your bride.
Finally ready, nervous as ever to walk down the isle. There was a naggin feeling in the back if your mind that you couldn't shake. Is this cold feet? No, no your not backing out, you love her.
You got down to the end of the isle, seeing your beautiful bride in her dress. "Hi" You whispered with glee. "Hi" She whispered back.
The preacher started the ceremony, saying all the things, you hoped and prayed he would speed it up.
"If anyone objects to this marriage speak now or forever hold your peace." Everyone looked around.
"Father I don't think-" Your bride started to say before the chapel doors were thrown open. You saw a very familiar figure at the end.
"I object!" Oh god, was he really doing this? Everyone gasped, including your bride. "What is he doing here?" She said to you.
"I don't know I didn't invite him! You know that!" You took a deep breathe in, and out. "Step up sir, tell us why" The preacher announced. Chris started walking towards before he stopped halfway.
"I object because, I'm in love with her. I made the worst mistake of my life a year ago by-by letting her go. I was so stupid because I was so in love with her. I have a ring an-and everything look!" He exclaimed as he took out his mothers ring. Your hand slapped over your mouth as tears sprung in your eyes. Chris finally stepped closer to the alter.
"Y/N please, you can't do this. I know, somewhere in there, you love me. Somewhere in there you wanted to marry me, and have a life with me, I know it." He sounded like he was out of breath.
"Chris I-" Your bride cut you off.
"Y/N, you love him, I know you do. And it's okay. I could tell from day one that you still loved him, I just hoped that you'd change your mind one day." She gave you a sad smile but kept going. "So what you need to do now is, go. Go with him, have the life you've alwasy wanted Y/N. I know that you loved me at one time, and I love you to I always will but. We just weren't made for each other huh?"
Tears were streaming down your face. "I ca-can't do that to you. It's not fair it's-"
"Hey it's okay, he is who you were meant to be with and that's okay." You put your forheads together, "I love you, I'm so sorry."
"I love you too" You both pulled away. You turned to the man you loved, and ran. He opened his arms for you to leap into, and you did. You could hear your family yelling in the background but, you didn't care.
Chris grabbed you by the back of your head and kissed you, that caused more yelling. You pulled away, out of air.
"I love you" "I love you"
You turned to look at you almost bride one more time, tears streaming down her face, giving you all her love.
"Wanna get out of here?" You looked to Chris
"Let's do this"
a/n: hit me right in the feels. so, i am done writing for the day! I will pick up where I left of tmr! love y’all
Um.. hi since you said you wanted to write for a few Marvel characters I would like to request a Natasha x reader where reader is self conscious because they don't speak very well English and Nat helps them at that and reassures them :))
Paring: BF! Natasha x Reader x Bucky
Warning: Mention of blood, a bit of violence, and low self-esteem.
Words: 2, 296
Author Note: Remember request are open! I write them in the order I receive them, once I start writing, it takes about three days for me to finish. So just keep that in mind! Thank you for supporting my writing with your requests!!! 💕
It was a dark rainy afternoon, the night seemed to have arrived early, and every lightning was welcomed as it provided some kind of light. Fear traveled across your veins like a venom that paralyzed your legs. The angry roars from the sky only worsened the panic inside your body, but the survival instinct stopped you from breathing any louder in seek for air. “(Y/n). Where are you?!” You heard Tony ask for you through the ear comms, but you didn’t know how to describe the place you were in. “I don’t know,” You answered, but the truth was you did know where you were, but you didn’t know how to describe it because of your lack of vocabulary in the new language you were still trying to learn. “Try to focus,” Natasha said next but the more pressure you felt the harder it became. “I can do it on my own don’t worry,” You said, but you knew it would be difficult to find the place you came from and meet with the team when the rain had erased every step you took seconds after you had walked over the land. “You can’t always do things on your own, last time I saw you, you were badly hurt. Just describe the place the best you can, don’t let shame or pride get you,” Natasha reassures you, knowing how sometimes you had difficulties explaining yourself leading you to speak less instead of even trying to. She couldn’t blame you, she knew how embarrassing it could be to admit you had difficulties speaking another language, the idea of looking like an idiot is something she has been familiar with, and that’s why she had more patience for you than you had for yourself. “I” You stopped, to not let the others know you were on the verge of tears. Swallowing the knot in your throat you spoke with a voice slightly thicker, going unnoticed by the other Avengers except for your best friend Natasha. “I am near the old tall building, the one that keeps a light on in the night so the...um.... the thing on the sea know where the land is....” Your face felt warm, and you pressed your back against a tree, afraid any of the enemies still standing could surprise you. “You mean the ships? You’re near the lighthouse?” Bucky said, and you felt even more embarrassed, adrenaline made you forget he was on the same mission as you, and making mistakes in front of him only helped you feel more like an idiot than before. “I’m near. We can return together.” Within seconds he ran towards your direction. A bolt of lightning struck, and you screamed upon seeing Bucky silhouette, but at the moment your brain processed it was him you were able to stop yourself from shooting.
Bucky saw the wound on your leg. Knowing it would be difficult for you to keep his pace, he picked you up on his arms and ran with you to the jet. Tears ran down your cheeks, yet nobody could tell you were crying with the rain pouring over you, but you could feel the difference in temperature between your hot tears and the cold drops from the rain. Once you two made it to the jet, Steve threw his shield one last time before retrieving it, and Clint kept throwing a few arrows so those attempting to stop your escape would fail. You allowed one last tear to fall from your eye, and Natasha noticed but remained quiet in front of the team, yet to console you, she sent your way one kind smile, that you returned with another one. You shyly looked over your shoulder to Bucky, but he gave you a hard look of concern, but because of his frown you misinterpreted with anger and you looked down in embarrassment, thinking it was probably because of how dumb you kept being for not learning English.
Back in the Avenger’s compound, Wanda was waiting for the members of the team that were assigned to the mission like she always did. She considered each of you as her only family, and even if she never addressed it, through her actions she always showed how she was afraid of losing every single member of the team like she has lost the rest of the family. “Oh my God. Is (Y/n) hurt?” Wanda covered her mouth in disbelief as Bucky had to carry you once again so you could make it to the infirmary, his cold metal arm contrasting with your hot body that burnt with fever. “Buck, I’m afraid” You confessed, for the first time losing consciousness while being aware of every second. “Don’t worry, everything would be fine,” He didn’t know if you were truly going to be fine, you had lost a great amount of blood, and your skin looked shades lighter then normal. “Look, there’s something I have to tell you,” But he suddenly felt the weight on his right arm increase as your head dropped with your eyes close, “I love you,” He said to your unconscious self, and raised your head to give your forehead a gentle kiss, afraid it could be the last time he saw you alive.
The next day you woke up, but you kept your eyes close, and even though your body ached to move you remained still and calm so your heart ratio wouldn’t go up and alert those in the room you were awake. It was the quietest fight you have ever heard. “Steve, there is something that must be done!” You recognized the yell-whisper from Bucky. “She is trying as much as she can, it’s just harder for some than others,” Steve said with pity. “Because of her not knowing how to speak properly, Vision got shot. He made the bullets go through but what if it had been any of us? We don’t have Vision’s power! We could get killed, or worst, she could be the one getting kill!” “Don’t worry if I get kill,” You said, interrupting Bucky, and your broken heart beating as fast as it could making the machine scream your pain for you. “(Y/n)” Natasha made herself visible as she stood. “Guys, I need some alone time, please.” You said, and Bucky and Steve left. “How bad is it?” You asked Natasha, who was the only one who stayed, and the only one you didn’t mind. “You need antibiotics because of the infection, and the wound was suture, of course, other than that you are fine. You are a really strong girl,” Natasha said attempting to cheer you up, but you were a pessimist and said “And really dumb” “Don’t say that” She assures you. At that moment Wanda arrived, hearing you were awake made her rush to see how you were feeling, but her smile faded when she saw the tears that fell from your eyes. “I’m sure he thinks that way, especially after what he said. I’m desperate, why is it so hard for me to speak sometimes? Why I have a very small vocabulary!” Wanda sat with Nat, not having to ask who was the ‘he’ you were so worried about, knowing well who you have been in love with. “Limited” Natasha said, “Why is my vocabulary so limited. It sounds better. You know, I’ll start teaching you, we can do it simultaneously as I teach Wanda to remove her accent” Natasha suggested, “That will be nice,” You said, and Wanda showed her support by agreeing and wishing to even start right away.
From that moment on, whenever she taught Wanda to pronounce words with an American accent, she helped you be more fluent when speaking, taking away your accent as well, at the same time teaching you new words. Since you were best friends and spent most of the time together joking around, she took the opportunity to cheer you up into getting into more conversations, like asking for your drink at your favorite cafe instead of her doing it for you, and hiding every book and movie you had in your mother tongue and replacing them with English copies. But even then, she noticed your tongue still getting stuck from time to time, and your grammar failing a bit here and there, and using her spy abilities she paid close attention to you every day. You woke up and followed your basic morning routine, until meeting with her for your early workout. She heard you name the machines right, and as you both stretched, you told her the plot development of a book she gave to perfection, not even making the grammar mistakes some natives made, and if something slipped you corrected yourself immediately without difficulty. At breakfast with Wanda and Tony, you made fun of the bag of his eyes making his eyes roll and said “If I were you, I wouldn’t mess up with me, pumpkin” He said jokingly messing up with your hair, treating you like the daughter he wishes to have one day. You explained to him your concern for his health like you have done numerous times before but instead of saying “Very little sleep is bad” or “Not many sleep is wrong” you said, “Numerous heart-related diseases have shown correlation with sleep deprivation. The lack of sleep also can lead to early dementia or even Alzheimer's. Saving the world is a good cause, but saving your future health is important as well. Plus if you get sick, I doubt I’ll ever find anyone like you” You said the last part to lighten the mood. He gave you a kind smile, “There would never ever be someone greater than me, I can assure you that,” He joked, “I’ll get some rest after this.” He said and you smiled. Natasha still not finding what made you make your mistakes.
At lunch the whole team sat on the table, Steve and Tony taking the opposite extremes, Natasha sitting in front of you next to Wanda and Vision, who only kept the rest of the team company since he couldn’t eat. Thor, who has made a quick visit, sat next to Tony, and the chair that Clint would have had occupied if he had visited, remained empty as Bucky sat right next to you. It was then you avoided speaking, and suddenly you were barely making short comments whenever the conversation was directed to you, “Nat, could you...” You said pointing at the napkins and she suddenly had the idea of playing dumb to force you to speak, but knowing what was to be in your position she considered it cruel and dropped the idea, and passed you the napkins. “Hey, how’s the book you are reading, it must be very interesting since you wouldn’t stop reading” Bucky spoke softly to your side, wishing to finally be able to speak to you after you have been avoiding him while you were practicing your English with Natasha. Natasha could tell that whenever Bucky was in the room you became self-aware of everything you did, from how you looked to even how you spoke. She smiled finding it ironic how much he cared about you, and yet you were afraid of being around him because you thought he didn’t like you for not speaking right and that being the cause of your tongue getting stuck, “I, really liked it.” You said, expecting that to be enough, “You mentioned to me you loved the protagonist for his personality” Natasha said, and as she got your attention, she gave you a kind look with a gentle smile, and you could tell how she was secretly cheering you to speak. With her reassurance, you felt that you could speak everything you wished, and even with the table in silence, looking at you to hear what you had to say, you didn’t feel any pressure, “The protagonist went through a beautiful metamorphosis in which he went from hating himself for seeing every mistake, to use that same ability to fix his flaws and grow from within. And as he evolved as a person his surroundings seemed to change, until he realized nothing changed, that it had always been perfect, but that he couldn’t see the love and support from those who surrounded him, because it was himself all along that couldn’t love him. His family and loved ones never saw him as a failure, they were the first to see how amazing he was, and those small mistakes that kept him from growing were only increasing because of his insecurities. He learned, how he didn’t have to change in the first place, but only had to accept himself for who he was and be the best version of himself. What a tragic irony,” The team cheered your improvement, and they kept asking you about the book and Wanda made you promise to her she was going to be the first one you will borrow your book to. Your eyes went to Natasha and with a small gesture thanked her. Understanding what you did, she slightly nodded with a side-way smile.
Author’s Note: Wow! My first fanfic in years! I hope you guys like it. There would hopefully be a part 2 that would explore the reader's relationship with Bucky, but I wanted to still have a feeling of closure in case it doesn't happen so you guys could enjoy it! Don’t forget to show your support, and thank you for reading!
You and Chris were hosting a party at you house, everyone was here. The whole, MCU cast some select family members, and some of Chris's friends. Dinner, you cooked, was in the oven while you and friends enjoyed beer and wine in the living room.
What Chris didn't know was that, you had a prank up your sleeve. You see, he pranked you ealier this week by, scaring the shit out of you. So, you needed to get him back and luckily, tik tok gave you the greatest idea. You just needed Scotts help.
You texted him saying to meet you in the kitchen. "I'll be right back," You said to Chris as you got off his lap. You ran to the kicthen to see a confused Scott. "What's up? Why are we in the kitchen looking like we're about to plan somehtin disbolical?" You gave him a giddy smile. "Oh god, what do I have to do?" He said with a roll of his eyes.
"Okay so, all I need you to do is film Chris's reaction." He raised his eyebrow. "That's all?"
"That's all" He shrugged and got his phone ready. You did a little fist bump in the air. Your plan is a go.
You walked in after Scott, as if nothing happened, and he gave you a thumbs up, telling you he was filming. You rounded the couch, seeing Chris with a wide smile. "Hi babe" You hummed and plopped yourself sideways on his lap. His hand went around your waist, and gave it a little squeeze. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah! I just uh, need to tell you something" He shook his head, telling you to go on. You cupped his jaw with one hand and leaned down to his ear.
"Daddy" You moaned out quietly, just enough for him to hear. You pulled away to Chris's red and confused face. He titled his head, blush spreading to the tips of his ears. Scott snickered in the background, still filming. Chris snapped his head over and gave him a death adorable glare.
RDJ turned to Chris in a panic, "Chris are you alright? Your as red as a tomato?" That got everyoned attention, making him even redder. You and Scott were laughing your asses off and everyone was left confused.
Chris cleared his throat, "No- no uh I'm okay, just a little hot is all." He gave you some side eyes. Everyone went back to their conversations.
This time it was Chris's turn to grab your jaw and look you in your eyes. "Your gonna pay for that later baby" He let you go and started engaging with Scarlett, leaving you dumbfounded.
Later that night you recieved a text from Scott
got EVERYTHING on video, including your reaction
a/n: it's super short but I wanted to get straight to the point because this was an amazing concept
Alright @stargazingfangirl18 you want some shameless hoe thots? You asked for it!
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics. Unprotected Sex. Oral Sex (female receiving). Cursing. Creampie. Knotting. Face fucking. Breeding kink.
Ok.. ok… we starting out like that!?
Let me be clear. Alpha Steve would FUCK. YOU. UP.
He’d start off sweet, making it known that he wants you to be his, but once he HAS you…
He would tease you endlessly. Start off slowly, kissing and nipping at your neck, making sure that you were thoroughly marked so even without looking for the bonding bite everyone would know that you belonged to him. In fact he would probably rip whatever clothes you were wearing to shreds so he could mark your entire body before diving in.
Lapping and sucking at your clit, switching from featherlight licks, to licking stripe after stipe from your slit up to your nub before taking it into his mouth and sucking on your bundle of nerves until you’re begging him to stop. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you’re bucking your pussy against his face, your juices soaking his mouth and beard. He loves it, spurning you on, encouraging you, telling you, “that’s it baby, fuck my face.”
Filling you with two of his thick fingers, twisting and scissoring you open. Doing his best to prepare you for his fat cock before he splits you open. And when he finally sinks his cock into you? The sweet stretch already a little too much for your over sensitive pussy? Good luck. You can beg, and plead, and cry all you want, but he’s going to keep you full of his knot. Painting your womb with his seed over and over, determined to fuck a baby into you on the first try.
Reaffirming that bonding bite all night long, until you are consumed with nothing but HIM. And just when you think he’s finally going to let you rest, when the exhaustion sets in and the haze of sleep is starting to take over… He’s going to wake you up and do it all over again.
And don’t even think of running. Because he’ll always find you.
The boys can be sometimes pretty jealous when it comes to the reader. It’s like a competition who kiss her more? Who makes her more laugh? ....
nonnie, stucky makes me want to wrap them in a hug and never let them leave
pairing: stucky x reader
ratinf/warnings: jealousy, doubt, sad!stucky, jealous!stucky, relationship competition, fluff at the end
join the sleepover
Being with 2 super soldiers was great. Sure you worried everytime they left for a mission, worried they would come back battered and bruised. But, being with them made you feel safe, and secure and loved and cherrished. You honestly could go on forever.
You, Bucky and Steve have been together for almost a year, and it’s been amazing. They were both so atnentive, caring, compassionate, loving. Except, lately it’s been a compitition between them. I can’t compliment one without making the other mad. You try to divide your time equally between them-you even started sleeping in the same bed because Bucky claimed ‘you sleep with him more!” with the biggest cutest pout.
You all were at one of Tony’s party, havibg a great time. You and Nat were at the bar, you were wearing a little black dress, while she was in a strappy red dress. You could feel the boys eyes on you, they both sat away from each other..... wierd? Bucky got up from his seat and started to stalk towards, like he was on a mission.
“Hey Buck-” You were cut off by his lips. His hands cupped your face, and yours went to his huge biceps. This kiss felt......rushed compared to other times he’s kissed you. He eventually pulled away, smirk on his face as he looked to Steve across the bar. What the hell?
“Bucky what’s going on between you two?” You questioned.
“Don’t worry about it doll” He said before he bopped you on the nose and walked away. You looked to Natasha, she gave you a ‘what the fuck just happned’ look. Waving it off, Wanda came up and started chatting. “Hey loves!”
“Wanda! Hey!” You guys hadn’t seen Wanda for awhile, her and Vis went on vacation together so, you were excited she was back. She talked about how peaceful it was, and how she can’t wait to do it again. “We’re happy for you Wanda” Natasha said with a sweet smile.
“Yeah we are! Seriously you guys-” Steve came up behind you and wrapped a arm around your middle, beer in the other. “-are uhm the uh cutest couple here.” You stuttered. God, what the hell is happening? They usually aren’t into so much pda.
Time went by without anymore hiccups when, suddenly a slow, sensual song came on. Still deep im conversation with your girls, you started to slowly sway your hips to the beat. (instert freak by doja cat)
“Hiya doll” Bucky whispered in your ear from behind. You nearly jumped out of your skin “James! You scared me!” He only laughed. “Sorry sorry,” He held his hand out “, dance with me?” How could you say no? You took his hand and he led you to the crowded dance floor.
Bucky held your hips, while you held onto his shoulders as you swayed to side. He pulled you closer, so your head went just under his chin. “You look beautiful doll” You giggled. “Are you trying to butter me up or something Barnes” He turned you around so your back was against his front, still swaying grinding,”Maybe”
Unbeknown to you, Steve was watching the whole interaction, squeezing his beer glass tighter and tighter. “Hey man, you alright?” Sam asked, as he put a hand on the super soldiers shoulder. At that moment, Steve broke the bottle, and glass went everywhere. You and Bucky looked at each other before rushing over to him. “Steve! Are you okay? What happened?” You grabed his hand that had blood running down it. “I’m fine sweetheart.” Steve said before he rudely snatched his hand from you, and gave Bucky the nastiest look. Oh that’s it.
“Alright I’ve had enough.” You grabbed Steve by his right ear, and Buck by his left and drug them into your room. “Sit down, now” You demanded as you pointed to the bed. They did so with a sigh. “Now I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you two but, someone better start talking.” They looked to each other. Trying to comunicate who was going to talk. You snapped your fingers in front of their faces, “Hey!” That got their attention.
“Sweetheart it’s not what-”
“No you don’t get to ‘sweetheart’ me Steve! You both have been acting like our relationship is a compitition for WEEKS, so what.the.hell?” Bucky sighed.
“I think we just got jealous of one another. I think we-I mean I know i felt like, Steve was getting more love than I was.”
“Yeah and I felt like Bucky was getting more.” That made tears spring in your eyes. You knelt down so you were smaller than them.
“I’m sorry that I made you feel that way-”
“Doll you didn’t make us feel that way we were just being id-” You put your hand up to stop him.
“Regardless, I’m sorry. I love you both, so fucking much. So much it’s like I have no more room in my body for it. I promise not to let you guys feel like that, ever again, okay?” You gave them a sad smile.
They grabbed you by the arms and pulled you into their laps for a hug.
“Yeah bubs, we got it.” Bucky said quietly into your shoulder.
I couldn’t stop thinking about this outfit that Chris wore in Newsweek, and voila! This piece was born. This was a look that needs to be celebrated! Damn he looked Good! 👀
Starring: Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: You just can’t help yourself once you see Chris in that outfit! You have to have control, but do you really?
Warnings: SMUT!! NSFW! 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI! Unprotected vaginal sex. Oral sex (male receiving). Light restraining. Choking. A little bit of cum play. Dominant Chris. You are responsible for the content that you consume. Heed the warnings.
As always, likes and reblogs are welcomed and encouraged! All feedback is! Please don’t copy, translate, or post my work as I do not give permission!
Dividers by the talented @firefly-graphics!
Word Count: 2151
“Chris, Chris, over here! This way!”
Chris stops short of the waiting limousine, turning and flashing his signature smile at the waiting paparazzi. He poses for a few more flashbulbs before offering a slight wave, sliding into the waiting car as the driver shuts the door behind him.
“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting sweetheart.” Running a hand through his hair, his gaze finds you casually leaning in your seat on the opposite side of the open space, having helped yourself to a glass of whiskey that the car service company had provided.
Chris was booked for the Jimmy Kimmel show in Los Angeles. You’d flown out the weekend prior to the show, staying at the house Chris had purchased years prior. You and Chris spent the weekend ordering in and taking in his backyard’s spectacular view. You and Chris had been quietly seeing each other the past few months, and Chris wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could. He relished that the relationship you were building was just yours, far from the prying eyes of his public persona.
The morning of the show his stylist IIaria came by, as did the rest of his team who helped him get ready for public appearances. You felt the heat pool within your cunt as he came around the corner. He was dressed in a blue and white striped button down tucked into black pants, brown wing tipped shoes. Finishing off the look was a blue sweater vest. He looked absolutely delicious.
“Everything alright sweetheart?” He smirks in your direction, while slipping his watch on his wrist.
“Perfectly fine.” You answer innocently, your tongue darting out to wet your lips while giving him a once over. “You look… good.”
Chris grabs you by your elbow gently, bringing you close to him. You inhale his scent as he places a chaste kiss on your lips. “I know what you’re thinking sweetheart, and we don’t have the time.”
“Oh, there’s always time,” you giggle, your eyes twinkling at him mischievously.
“The car is already here, Y/N.” Chris grabs your jacket from the hall closet by the door. “Later baby, I promise.”
You pout as Chris opens the front door for you. “It’s not fair that you look this good and I don’t get to have your cock in my mouth.” You pause as you faintly hear a low growl from behind you.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to be the death of me.”
The Kimmel show went off without a hitch. With the world finally getting back to a sense of normalcy after the pandemic, it was great to see Chris get back to doing tapings in front of an audience again. You knew that he always got nervous before he had to go on. But since he has such a great rapport with Jimmy, he quickly forgets about being in front of a live audience, and it’s like he’s talking to an old friend.
You watch from the green room, hiding out, waiting for him to finish under the guise that you are his personal assistant. When his segment is over, you make your way to the limo first, sneaking out the back and to the car. The lingering fans and photographers unaware, dutifully waiting for him to come out the stage door.
“Earth to Y/N” Chris leans forward, waving a hand in front of your face snapping you from your thoughts. “You ok?”
“I’m more than ok,” the warmth of the amber liquid was giving you courage. Reaching for the control panel next to you, you push the button for the privacy panel. Glancing over your shoulder to watch it close in place before pressing the button to lock the panel from the inside. Placing your glass into the cup holder beside you, you sink to your knees. Crawling across the floor of the car you stop as you reach Chris, sitting back on your haunches.
“You have me worked up tonight,” you whisper, pushing his legs apart, slating yourself between them. You look up at Chris through your lashes, watching as his Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat. “You in this outfit is all I’ve thought about all night.”
Chris leans in to try and kiss you, but you pull away. “Uh uh Mr. Evans.” You scold, crawling into his lap. “I’m in charge right now.” Grabbing the bottom of his vest, you pull it over his head, but not fully off, trapping his arms behind him. Pushing on his shoulders, you guide him to relax against the cushioned seats before you continue your seduction.
Your hands find their way to the sides of his face and you initiate a deep kiss, parting his lips with your tongue. Your tongues duel, each fighting for dominance. Chris moans into your mouth, as you grind your core against his hard length straining against his pants.
“Fuck,” Chris sucks in a breath as your soft lips kiss their way to his neck. Kissing and licking at the sensitive flesh, Chris gasps when you suck at his neck, before snapping briefly out of his pleasure induced haze.
“Sweetheart.” Chris says in the commanding tone that he reserves for you when you fuck. “No marks.”
Nodding as you look into his eyes, your fingers start to unbutton the row of exposed buttons down his chest. Both hands find their way under his open shirt, and you caress each bump and ridge of his abs. Slipping between his legs again, you take the time to trace the tattoos peeking over the top of his pants. Taking your time, you stroke his cock through his pants with one hand, while the other releases his belt buckle with a soft “clink.”
Sliding his zipper down and reaching into his boxers, you release Chris’ cock from the confines of his pants, pleased to find him twitching, pre-cum already leaking from the tip, a welcome side effect from your teasing. Leaning forward, you flick your tongue over his slit, relishing in his salty taste.
“Such a tease,” Chris huffs as you slowly swirl your tongue around his head and the underside of his shaft. Placing your palms on either of his thick thighs, you finally draw him into the hot pocket of your mouth. Wasting no time, you hollow out your cheeks and lower your head, taking Chris all the way into your throat and back up again, just like you had practiced with him many times before.
“Yes baby, just like that.” Chris sighs, and you hum around his girth, dragging your eyes up to watch his facial expressions as he begins to come apart. There is something so sexy knowing that it’s you and your ministrations bringing Chris to his knees, turning him into a whimpering mess above you. The sounds falling off his lips are nothing short of sinful. There is so much slick seeping from your cunt that your panties are ruined, a mess that’s sticking to your skin.
You can tell that Chris’ peak is beginning to build, and you pull off of his cock with a “pop,” smirking when you hear him groan in frustration. “Sweetheart, I was so close,” he furrows his brow, obviously annoyed at his interrupted release. “You know what they say about payback.”
“I’m not trying to get you upset..” your voice trails off as you bat your eyelashes at Chris, feigning innocence. “I’m just not done having fun with you yet.”
Standing as best you could between the low roof of the limo and the movement of the car, you peel your sticky panties off your body tossing them behind you. Bunching the skirt of your short flowy dress in one hand, you straddle Chris. Your free hand guides his cock through your folds, lubing him up with your juice.
“I want to fuck you.” You say breathlessly, each pass of his shaft through your wet folds agonizingly slow. “Do you feel how wet I am?” You whisper between moans of desire. Your cunt is clenching around nothing, the anticipation of being full building. “Do you feel how wet you make me? This is all for you, and only you.” You position the head of Chris’ cock at your entrance, sinking down a few inches before stopping. “I need you Chris, I need you to be inside me.”
Huffing out a ragged breath, he replies. “I need to be inside you too.”
That’s all the confirmation that you need as you sink down fully on him, your cunt sucking him in as your walls grip his girth. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of Chris filling you, and you pause to take it all in. Your hand drops your skirt, and you grip his shoulders harshly for leverage. You can’t hold back any longer, and you begin to move.
Planting your feet flat on either side of Chris you bounce up and down, up and down. You’re so wet you can feel your excess arousal flowing out around Chris’ shaft making a mess of his pants. The lewd squelch of your cunt sounding loud in your ears only fuels your fire. Quickening your pace you ignore the burning in your thighs as the fire in your cunt begins to spread.
You lean back, changing the angle of intrusion, the head of Chris’ cock running over your sweet spot with each pass. Your whines start to fill the cabin of the car, and you get lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing from your cunt and radiating throughout the rest of your body. It’s only a matter of minutes before your orgasm crashes over you, and you continue to fight through the burn as you chase your release.
“Fuck Chris… fuck you feel so good.” You rasp, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, nails digging into his skin. “God, I’m so close…”
The air is pierced with the sound of a sharp rip. Chris has broken free of his clothing bond. Lifting you in his arms, he’s careful to keep himself sheathed inside you as he places you on your back. With your legs thrown over his shoulders, Chris fucks you into the floor of the limo.
“Think you can be a tease?” He asks between short breaths. “Think you can take control?” Chris wraps his hand around your throat, giving it a harsh squeeze. “That’s cute.”
His powerful thrusts inside of you only solidify how much you love him being in control, how much you crave the aggressive behavior and power that he likes to hold over you. As much fun as it was having control if only for a little bit, the submissive in you knows that this is where you belong.
“I know you’re close, sweetheart.” Chris husks, his rhythm starting to sputter. “Come all over me. Let go. Let me feel you.” His voice is raspy, and it’s music to your ears.
Chris doesn’t let up, even when he feels your walls spasm around him. Your body bouncing between his and the floor. You come with a strangled cry, the hold Chris has around your throat enough to keep any real sound from escaping from you. Chris takes this moment to look down to where you are both connected, watching himself slide in and out of you as you cream all over his cock.
Chris’ breaths become thick as he pounds into you, his release imminent. As his voice rises, he pushes into you harder, until finally he stills, buried deep inside of you. Your walls are still clenching around him, milking every drop of his cum as he spills rope after rope into your cunt.
Releasing your throat, Chris collapses on top of you, your deep breaths reverberating around the enclosed space. You feel each other’s heartbeats begin to slow, until they are almost in sync with each other. Chris raises himself up on his arms, dipping down and enveloping your lips with his. Breaking the kiss and pulling out of you, he pushes the combined mess seeping out of you back inside with his thick fingers. Shrugging off the remnants of the sweater vest, he discards it on the floor before picking up your panties and stuffing them into his pants pocket.
“Since you seem to like being in control sweetheart,” he chuckles slyly. Let’s see how long you can control your muscles and hold that mess in for the rest of the drive home.”
Looking at your watch you calculate the time you left the studio to how long you’ve been in the car. Chris clears his throat and cocks his head to the side, giving you his signature smirk.
“Since we have the car until midnight sweetheart, I told the driver we were in no rush and to take the long way. We are going to do some sightseeing. It is your first time in LA after all.”
Sam Wilson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Y/N remembers the quick and hurried road trip that Steve, Bucky, Sam, and herself all took when they were on the run in Europe. It wasn’t necessarily a fun memory, but it did bring back some fun memories from her childhood.
“Oh, c’mon guys. It’ll be fun, I promise. We can go anywhere.” Y/N pleaded to her friends and co-workers.
“Anywhere?” Bucky asked looking up from his cup of coffee.
Y/N finally coerced her guys into giving in to her summer plans. They each picked a place they wanted to go, then figure out the routes and details from that point. Steve wanted to go to Colorado, where Bucky always dreamed of Texas. Sam’s from Louisiana, so naturally, he would choose somewhere north, like Chicago. Y/N chose Charleston to represent the history she loves.
“Charleston? Why?” Sam asked.
“Well, I’ve always wanted to see where Steve and Bucky fought. Cause you know, they’re ancient.” Sam laughed with Y/N as they were chased down by the two super soldiers.
Traveling with her three boys were fun. Coming from the Avengers Base in upstate New York, the gang decided going west, traveling down south, then back up the east coast.
They chose to go the route through Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois to reach Chicago. After that, continuing through Illinois, Missouri, Kansas, and finally Colorado. Next, Colorado, New Mexico, Texas to come into the state. Next, Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina to get to Charleston. Lastly, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, and back home in New York. Stopping at Chicago first, Sam loved every minute of it. Taking photos at Millenial Park and the Cloud Gate made all the difference to a deep southerner. Steve loved Colorado, wanting to see the mountains. Camping was an experience to remember. Texas was next and it was simple and southern. Sweet tea, farming, and brisket was Bucky’s ideal fun. Charleston came last, but it was the most fun Y/N had had the entire trip. Pure enjoyment of the historical and eatery there was. The being on the water and feeling the southern charm brought Y/N back to her childhood. It tooka total of 8 weeks to get around the United States, but they wouldn’t trade it for anything different.
“This trip is one to remember. I am blessed to have you three in my life.” Steve said, laying in the grass watching the stars.
“I don’t think I’ve seen this much of our country.” Bucky commented.
“Nice job kiddo.” Sam patted her knee.
No matter where your job took you, where your friends chose to be; Y/N knew that she was home with her three boys, Steve, Bucky, and Sam.
You were very young when you met Steve after moving into the same building he lived in. You were in a very toxic relationship with a man that wasn’t worthy of you. On multiple occasions, Steve witnessed how he mistreated you and couldn’t stand it. He knew better than to intervene since it was clear that you had chosen that man for yourself, but it got to the point where he just couldn’t take it anymore and ended up teaching the guy a lesson and convincing you to leave him. You were hesitant because you feared he would retaliate but Steve swore he would always protect you.
Chris Evans imagine: the reader and Chris get ready for a dinner party and Chris can’t take his eyes of her she is wearing white and he can’t wait to make her his wife so she can wear a white wedding dress😭
NONNIE STAWP I CANT TAKE THIS
join the sleep over!
pairing: chris evans x reader
rating/warnings: none, it's just tooth rotting fluff
Love her in White
Lisa had invited you and Chris to a family bbq. You were honored that they all considered you family. You had confided to Chris about it and he said "You goof, why wouldn't they think of you as family? They adore you!"
You got ready at your apartment, seeing as that you and Chris didn't live together, as your phone dinged signalling that Chris had texted. You told Chris not to worry about driving you, you knew he'd want to stay late to be with his family, and you didn't want to intrude on that.
You slipped on your white sundress, and did some light makeup, comsidering it was sweltering outside and you would sweat it off anyway. You've met Chris's family before but, for some reason you were more nervous than the last time. You checked your phone and saw that you had 30 min to get to Lisa's house so, you rushed down stairs, grabbed your keys and sprinted out to your car.
"Where is she?" Scott asked. To be honest, he didn't know. He turned on his phone to see that he had no text, or calls from you.
"Maybe she's driving?" It came out as a question instead of an answer. I sat with a beer in my hand, wathcing my sisters and their spouses interact, and laugh with their kids. He’d hope he could have that with you one day.
At that, you waked through his mothers back door looking as beautiful as ever. Everyone cheered for you, and waved you over to say hi. All his nieces and nephews ran and hugged your legs, all wanting your undivided attention, in which you gave. His heart sped up at the sight, you were a natural with kids and that just made him-
“Dude will you stop staring, I can feel the sexual tension from here.” His ears turned pink. He couldn’t stop looking at you, dreaming and hoping. He watched your every move, when you bent down to talk to the little people, the way your hair swayed when you laughed, or the way your sweet lips would smile. That white sundress made him think about what you might look like in a wedding dress. Walking down the isle to him, looking like the true goddess you are.
You looked over to Chris and gave him a smile, and waved. “Sorry man, I just love her in white.” Chris hoped Scott would catch on to what he was saying. He fiddled with the little box that sat in his right pocket, returning your smile, knowing you had no idea what was about to hit you.
a/n: I hope you like this, this idea literally made me *squeeeeeaaaa*
A/N: English isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes
Constructive Criticisms are welcome
It was still present in my head when I laid in our shared bed that evening. I had myself curled into a human ball and my hands wrapped around my, with Chris T-shirt covered, upper half, while I thought about the previous actions of the evening. Chris and I had a fight. It was big and truly ... about nothing. We‘re both stressed because of work. He filmed a series named „Defending Jacob“ and I’m really happy for him, cause he loved to be an actor and he loved to work. The set of „Defending Jacob” was near Boston, so he was home every evening and we could enjoy them together. But today ... there was something stuck in the air. And when it revealed, it was worse. But now, I couldn't even remind why we fought. I just remember that I was so angry that I stood up from the sofa and stormed into our shared bedroom, where I slammed the door behind me. I was torn out of my thoughts as Chris crossed the room to get to the bath. A couple minutes later the mattress gives in under the weight of his muscular body. I pretended to sleep, while he gave me a kiss on my forehead and whispered ,I love you,. Immediately I felt bad that I yelled at him. Every time we fight he keeps calm like nothing happens, but I ... I yell at him and call him the worst things I could imagine. And every time afterwards he forgave me. He hugs me like nothing happened and whispers sweet nothings into my ear, so I could and would calm down. And while I still thought about him and what an incredible human he was, I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up, when fingertips draw light circles on my arm. I realised that I laid on Chris’s bare chest. „I’m sor-.” my voice broke, so I tried again. „ I’m so sorry for yesterday, I was just so stressed and...” „You don’t have to apologise, It was also my fault.” He said, his voice hoarse from sleep. It send a shiver down my spine and directly to my core. „Then at least let it make me up to you” I said in a sultry voice. I shifted downwards and toke the blankets from his lower half. At first he had his eyebrows raised, but when realisation hit him, his eyes go wide and filled themselves with lust.
Would you ever let your sub choke you while their riding?
It’s an interesting one because while I don’t like being choked as a sub, I actually might when I’m in my Captain headspace. If they were indeed subbing for me and I kept control, yes, I’d be curious to try it *smirk* I’d have to have an amazing rapport with them though, it’s not something I’d explore with any sub.
Summary: After the events of the Sokovia Accords, Steve is now a fugitive to the U.S. government and has left you in the worst way possible. What happens when fate reunites the two again when you are most vulnerable?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x pregnant reader
Nat was telling the truth when she said that you and Steve would be busy. Both of you barely took your hands off of the other, day and night. You bet that Steve treated your body like a goddess when he had every chance.
One day, you were both making breakfast in the kitchen. You started to make scrambled eggs as Steve made a dark roast coffee for himself. “So, I was wondering… what would you like to do for next week?” Steve said as he started to sip his coffee. You gave him a funny look as you were flipping the eggs.
“Uh… I don’t know. Maybe we can get more toilet paper in a few days.” you said mindlessly. Steve turns around, hiding his sad demeanor. You chuckle as you turn off the skillet and hug him from behind the best you could.
“I’m teasing, hon. How could I forget our second wedding anniversary?” You said, trying to hide your laughter as Steve’s facial expressions changed.
His mood changes to a bright smile, shaking his head as he turns to face you. “I swear I can’t tell when you’re dead serious or joking.” he said. You shrug as you place your hands on top of your belly.
“What can I say? It’s in my blood.” you replied, flashing him that signature Stark smile. He rolls his eyes and kisses your head, taking the prepared food to the dining table to eat. You sit down as Steve pours your favorite juice in a glass.
Steve joins you to eat, still continuing the conversation. “I’m serious though, I really want to celebrate it.” he hints as he felt guilty for missing your first anniversary as he had a recon mission around that time. You think for a bit as you take a bite of a buttered toast. “Oooo, I saw this cute park when we were out last time. It looks secluded enough to have a picnic there.” you suggested.
He nods his head enthusiastically as he drinks his coffee. “That sounds great! I’ll ask Sam to go out a few days before so we can pick up a few things.” You sip your drink, agreeing.
“Same with Nat, I promised for us to hang out before this little one makes their appearance soon.” Steve reaches out his hand and places it on your abdomen, feeling a strong kick in response to his touch, and smiles in your direction.
“We got ourselves a plan.” Steve says, coming closer to you as he reaches your lips. You kiss him back as you place your hand on top of his that was still on your belly. “Indeed we do.”
“So you’re telling me that you guys NEVER celebrated your first wedding anniversary?” Sam asked a bit harshly as he was eating some sort of treat Steve couldn’t recognize.
“I was doing recon in Cambodia. When I got back, we just got caught up with life and work. That’s why I really want to make this years’ anniversary memorable.” Steve replies quickly as they’re walking around shops that are lined on the street.
Sam finishes his snack and disposes of the wrapper in nearby trash. “Look, I know you mean well about this whole thing. But doesn’t y/n like more of a simpler celebration? And where are we going by the way?” he says, following Steve into a small pawnshop.
It was as if Steve was a regular for he knew what type of item he was looking for. “There it is.” Steve said in awe, looking through a glass display of a gold necklace.
“A locket? Can’t you just order one on Amazon or eBay?” Steve shook his head as he stared at the glass case.
“y/n never told me this, but she dreamed of having her mother’s locket ever since she was a kid. That locket is the same replica of what her mom had.”
Sam gets confused. “Wait, if y/n didn’t tell her what she’s always wanted, then who did?” Steve looks down, then turns to Sam.
When Steve was catching up on all of the music he’s missed, you brought him to a record store on one of your dates. You started picking records that had particular decades and started to describe what was so great about the music genre of that time. He noticed that there was this twinkle in your eye whenever you talked about the little details.
It was at that moment that Steve knew that he was going to marry you. The first thing he had to do was ask one final blessing from the one person you looked up to: your brother.
Steve took his motorcycle to Tony’s lab to fix a few kinks in his bike. Tony had all of the tools to fix it, so they both decided to work on it as their project. “Whew, I need a drink… What's your poison?” Tony says getting up from the ground as he inspected one of the engines.
Steve gets up as well, trying to clean his hands from the grime. “No thank you, but I was wondering if I could ask you something serious?” Steve said as his mind was freaking out. “Tony gives him a funny look. “So you want my sober judgment… you must be in deep shi-” Steve shoots him a glare as Tony rolled his eyes, giving Steve the floor.
“Y/n and I have been really serious for the past three years now. I love your sister Tony, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. That’s why I wanted to ask for y/n’s hand in marriage.” Tony’s face turned to stone. He slowly walks to Steve (almost intimidating him) and breaks out a grin and goes up to Steve, placing his hand on his shoulder.
“Out of all the people in the world, I’m glad that you’re the one who’s dating my sister. If any other guy would have asked me that, I blast them before they could blink. So yes, you have my blessing.” Tony says.
Steve exhales as he slumps his shoulders in relief. “I think I do need that drink.” Tony chuckles as he takes out two beers from his mini-fridge for celebration.
“Have you gotten a ring yet?” Tony says as he swings his drink, sitting down. Steve shakes his head no as he reclines to a chair opposite Tony.
“I don’t even know where to begin. I checked a store once and I was so overwhelmed when they asked me so many questions. Any advice?” Steve ponders a bit before getting up to a shelf and taking out a small piece of paper.
“Here, this is a picture of me, y/n, and our parents when we went to France. My dad got this gold locket for my mom there.” Tony points at the necklace in the picture.
“Y/n was only three at the time, but she always wanted to wear that locket. We tried looking for the necklace after my parents’ passing. Up to this day… We still don’t know where to find it. If you could find a ring that could resemble that necklace, I guarantee you that she would say yes.”
Steve chuckles as he inspects the necklace closer, looking at the rose design on the gold. “I think I know what to do now. Thanks, Tony.” Steve says as he shoots him a smile.
“Of course, let’s finish the bike before things get too sappy.” Tony remarks, getting out of his seat. Steve could see his future brother-in-law wiping his tears from the back of his hand.
“So, what’s in the box?” Nat asked as you walked out of the store. “I don’t kiss and tell. And for being an international spy, you’re really bad at keeping secrets.” you said as you carried the semi-large item in one arm. Nat pokes out her tongue as she carries on the conversation.
"Well judging by you going to a vintage store, I'm guessing you bought something as old as Steve." Nat said, making you laugh. You suddenly hunched forward, hissing.
Nat turned to you, holding your back to steady you. You regain your breathing, looking up to Nat. "They've been kicking so hard lately, I think they knocked the air out of me." you huffed, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm sorry, did you say LATELY?" Nat screams, taking you to a near bench to sit down. You place the box on your side as you try to soothe your active baby.
"It's probably nothing. I'm telling you i'm fi-" You stopped talking as you feel a harder kick, trying to hold back a scream. The pain you felt was almost as if your insides were on fire.
Nat wasted no time to hold your shaking figure, dialing someone on her phone. "You're ok, you're going to be ok..." Nat said, trying to calm your agonizing whimpers.
FATWS Blurb inspired by a TikTok - x gender neutral!reader [@_lets_do_get_help_]
Description: I saw this TikTok and just turned it into a short blurb. You, Bucky, and Sam all reluctantly deciding to get into the truck with John Walker and Battlestar Galactica because, unfortunately, they’re right. There’s no point in walking all the way to airport.
POMF’s Note: All credit goes to TikTok creator.
As you’re all sitting in the truck, unable to take Caprisun Armadillo and his sidekick seriously, you clear your throat and say, “This is kinda loose, no?” referring to the seatbelt.
Bucky mumbles out a gruff laugh as Sam nods, “Yep.” a smile threatening to break out across his face.
Turning to Walker he says, “Kinda like the bags under your eyes.”
John just pointedly glares at Sam as the trio laughs, desperately trying to hold it in by covering their mouths with their hands. Bucky licks his lips in an effort to stop smiling.
“Sorry we’ll shut up.” You quickly say with a straight face. Sam tries to swallow his laughs to calm himself for a brief moment. Only a beat goes by before you break it.
“Well that was long enough.”
Sam starts wheeze laughing, him and Bucky are losing it.
“I was wondering, how do you get your hair to look like that?” Bucky asks Walker with a stoic expression.
All you can do is mutter with a quieted chuckle, “Bucky—,” nearly losing it yourself.
John rolls his eyes, taking a turn to glare at each one of you before responding, “It’s natural.”
Before he can even finish his sentence, you and Bucky are breaking out into a fit of laughs again.
Sam, also laughing, nods in faux interest, “Really?” Which causes Bucky to laugh out loud again.
You jump in, “Well, your hair looks...um...” you pause as the need to laugh comes over you. Bucky fills in the rest of your sentence. “Well it looks dead.”
You and Sam are now wheezing laughing, having to sit forward in your seats as the laughter makes you bend forward it’s so strong. Bucky joins in before looking back up at John all serious-like.
“I guess what’s on the inside is showing on the outside, right?” This only eggs on the wheezing coming from you and Sam who are now slapping each other on the arm, so out of breath from laughing.
“Bucky, stop! I’m dying!” Sam manages to get out through his breathy laughs, the three of you clutching your stomaches and you wiping away tears from laughing so hard.
Walker just glances at Lamar before looking down at his feet, now wondering why he offered the three idiots a ride.
You nod reassuringly, John meeting your eyes. “It’s a look.” You offer nicely.
John doesn’t move, obviously he doesn’t believe your words. “You pull it off.” Sam encourages.
You bite your lip already thinking about what you’re going to say next. “No really, pull it off!” And the three of you lose it all over again, John and Lamar just avoiding the trio’s eyes as much as possible.
I don’t know guys. I just thought it was funny okay? It’s funnier in the video but I needed to share it with y’all.
What was going through Steve's mind when he faced Thanos alone during Endgame?
He was exhausted. He was beyond exhausted. His friends were scattered, laying beneath layers of thick dust and debris. He was thinking of them. Death was inevitable. He knew that, he did, but that didn't make the instinct to help each and every one of them die along with it.
His whole body ached as he struggled to move. If only he could just close his eyes and wish it away, yet his thoughts were filled with you. You, who had been blipped and gone for what felt like a lifetime.
And in that moment, he had never felt closer to you. You would want him to get up, to keep going. You believed in his strengths, his heart, more than anyone he knew.
It took him a moment to stand, to face Thanos and his army as they taunted him. His legs nearly crumpled under his weight and his arm bled deeply.
The pain would be worth it You would be proud of him, you always were, and that was his true source of power.
He would do it, for you.
Facing them alone should have been terrifying. In a way, it was. He could hear his heartbeat over the silence of the battered land. Yet, Steve thought of Tony who had been through hell. He thought of Natasha who sacrificed her entire life, for this moment.
His mind was flooded with all of the people he had the honor to fight alongside. There were so many who had believed in him - Bucky and Sam, but most importantly, you.
You were always on the forefront of his mind. Everything he did reminded him of you in some way. He missed you like hell. He missed your smile and your laugh. He missed the way you cared about him, more than anyone else ever had. That's why he was okay with the way things were going.
He strapped the broken shield onto his injury, but the pain was dull as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.
His limp was vicious, and he knew if you were around, you would be pissed he was walking on it. The thought nearly made him smile, but he kept his features schooled.
Thanos watched his every move. He could handle that. Steve's whole life had been nothing but doing what everyone had expected him to.
He didn't have a plan. He didn't know what else he could do. He was all alone.