#future bucky x reader

[theladybarnes]

NO STRINGS ON ME - CH.5: ULTIMATUM

“'Cause you don't see me. And you don't need me. And you don't love me. The way I wish you would. The way I know you could”

▸ summary: things get more intense as lines are finally drawn ▸ characters: steve rogers, tony stark, clint barton, vision, & wanda maximoff ▸ word count: 5,788 ▸ warnings: angst, lots of canon dialogue ▸ series masterlist

Dinner surprisingly went peacefully. Tony and you had clearly been both annoyed by Steve enough that you made a sort of divide. Staring at which friend would sit at which side. At first a part of you felt childish resorting to that, but that didn’t stop your heart from beating fast when it looked like Natasha was going to sit by Steve. She stayed neutral by pulling up a chair to sit by Layla over at the kids table.

 Bruce had been pretty oblivious to it all and took a seat beside Steve, making Tony frown for a moment before he shrugged it off to tamper with his phone. Checking for updates on the recent Hulk search. Steve had of course decided to sit right across from you, picking up his gaze now and then to try and catch your eyes. You at least were successful in avoiding him throughout the dinner. That is until you both caught Clint and Laura share a quick sweet kiss, making you both seek out the other. 

 “We have to plan our next move.” Nick Fury, coughed. Bringing the end to the casual dinner and business back on the table. Which you were very much thankful for, considering all the topics you currently wanted to avoid. While a few of you helped clear up (Tony suddenly disappearing from the seat beside you of course), Fury helped himself to a snack, letting you guys in on Ultron updates. 

 “Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time. My contacts all say he’s building something. The amount of vibranium he made off with, ..I don’t think it’s just one thing.”

 There was always the chance he was either going to use it to create a stronger army, or worse, a stronger body. The way most of the guys were able to take out the iron legions that he stole, it’d only make sense to make himself more sturdy.

 “What about Ultron himself?” Piped in Steve, making you steal a glance at the sound of his voice. Tony, who noticed your gaze, waved you over to where he was, handing you a dart to play with rather than finishing up the dish you had been drying.

 “Oh, he’s easy to track. He’s everywhere. The guy is multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit.” 

 You had to bite down on your lip from the dirty joke, not expecting a comment like that from Nick Fury of all people. “It still doesn’t help us get an angle on any of his plans, though.” He added, looking down at his small snack.

 Tony threw a dart, insisting on starting a game with you. “Is he still going after launch codes?” You took your dart and angled it to the left a bit, hitting the circle closest to the center. Earning a glare from Tony as Fury went on.

 “Yes, he is. But he’s not making any headway.” That was both a relief and worrisome thing to hear. If he had access but did nothing right now that was good. But it was worse that he had access and decided to use something he had up his sleeve, which was probably worse than nukes.

 After Tony went again with his dart, you threw your second one, knocking his dart out of the way as you hit the dead center. “I cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare.” He pointed out, making you roll your eyes. 

 “You also nearly got arrested for that from what I heard. Genius plan, Tony.” He pushed you a bit for that, knocking your face against the beaded door that you stood by. Fury, not caring about your small petty fight, went on with the conversation.

 “Well, I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that.”

 Steve seemed to be drawn back in now. “Nexus?” The only time you ever heard about Nexus was during your time in the academy back in SHIELD. They promised the small group of you a chance to visit the place, get a look at what future jobs you could be transferred to eventually. But that plan went out the window just two years later..

 “It’s the world internet hub in Olso. Every byte of data flows through there. Fastest access on Earth.”

 You couldn’t help but let out a dreamy sigh at Bruce’s explanation. Without realizing that it caused a few heads to turn and look at you. Blushing a bit, you shook your head, trying to move the beads to cover your face a little bit. “Sorry, it just sounds like a dream.”

 Natasha beamed over at you, giving you an affirming nod at your statement. Tony, now seemingly just as interested in the place as you are, patted a hand on your shoulder, silently agreeing with you. “Just give me five minutes in the place.” He whispered. 

 Clint, having heard Tony’s comment to you, brought back the attention. “So, what did they say?” 

 “He’s fixated on the missiles. But the codes are constantly being changed. 

 “By whom?” THWIP. 

 A flying dart nearly pierced between you and Tony, causing the both of you to jerk your heads to the side. 

 You both turned around to catch Clint giving a proud shrug. Obviously proving that he’s the better marksman at this little game the two of you had been playing. 

 “Show off.” You scoffed, glaring at the man. Tony, mirroring your face, grabbed Clint’s darts and placed them back on the counter. Taking him off the board. 

 Eventually, the conversation turned more serious, bringing the group to gather closer around the table. Ultron was planning something big, something that you guys had to figure out how to stop or at least how to battle against. With an insufficient body, there was no telling how many versions of himself that he made. 

 Fury was right about outwitting the bastard. The only clue you could pick up was that whatever he had planned next, would be a bigger evolution than just a humanoid like body.

 Bruce, being the actual smart one as always, piped in with the most helpful sort of insight. 

 “They don’t need to be protected.” He stared down at a drawn photo on the table, making you peek over Tony’s shoulder to catch sight of a yellow butterfly. “They need to evolve.” 

The rest of you simply stared back at him, piecing together that much information. “He’s going to evolve.”

 “How?” Fury inquired, tilting his head at the doctor.

 “Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?”

  It didn’t take long for a plan to form up. The group needed to divide and conquer. Taking care of different areas in order to stop Ultron from fully being a physical being. Whether it was bolts and vibranium, the power behind the body would be too much to handle. 

 Tony was quick to insist you join him to Nexus. Promising to make it worthwhile. A part of you was ecstatic to not only visit the place, but do something you loved with Tony. The other part couldn’t help but worry over your friends. Wondering if maybe backup was needed. 

 But like everything else lately, Steve turned down that notion before you could even open your mouth. Reminding you that you were still technically on injury and should do something that you’re familiar with to help out. Which felt a little backhanded, but he wasn’t entirely wrong. 

 “I’ll take Natasha and Clint.”

 “All right. Strictly recon. Sprout and I will hit the Nexus. We’ll join you as soon as we can.” You glanced over at the two, trying not to sound a little mad that they had such bossy attitudes about what you were going to do. But considering you weren’t on their team and just temporarily helping, you didn’t have much say anyway.

“If Ultron’s really building a body…”

 “He’ll be more powerful than any of us. Maybe all of us. An android designed by a robot.”

 Frowning at the thought, you finished gathering up your things before you walked over to stand in between them, looking over at Steve warily. Noticing the familiar disgruntled look on his face. 

 “You know, I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was me.”

 You couldn’t help but scoff a bit at that, shaking your head at his snide remark. “Another thing you can’t seem to get past. You should probably work on that, Cap.” Despite feeling proud for the jab back at him, you had to pinch the side of your thigh from changing your tone when you noticed the slightly hurt look spread over Steve’s face. Even Tony raised a brow at that.

 Fury thankfully slid in time to head off, interrupting the three of you. “I’ll drop Banner off at the tower. You mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?”

 “She’s all yours. Apparently.” Tony noted. “What are you gonna do?”

 Fury, cool as ever, gave off a simple reply “I don’t know. Something dramatic, I hope.”

 Watching as he left, Tony took the distraction nudge you with his elbow, nodding over at Steve before he clapped the blonde’s shoulder. Parting with a simple goodbye as he walked over towards the stairs to ready the ride for Olso. 

 “I don’t want to leave with us fighting.” Steve sighed, leaning in to speak more directly with you. “If something happens, I don’t want either of us to have said something or leave with doing something we regret.”

 “Maybe you should have thought of that before you brushed me off five hours ago, then tell me you had a vision about a girl that you’re still not over from seventy years ago, and then boss me around like I’m your employee.”

 “Scout, it wasn’t seventy years ago for me. Time for me is different.”

 “And these past four years didn’t change your mind at all?” He reached over to try and cup your cheek, wanting to give you a kiss or something that could fix this. But any contact caused you to flinch. Making your snap your head away from his hand. 

 “Be safe.” Is all he could murmur to you, settling on pressing a gently finger to rub at your cheek before he marched out of the home. Leaving you feeling guilty, but even more upset about all this.

 “You know, he was frozen at one point, but I don’t think anyone can handle that kind of cold.” Tony quipped, taking slow steps over. When he finally came back to your side, you didn’t hesitate to pinch at the back of his elbow Earning you a high pitched yell from the older male.

 “Mind your business, genius.”

 Before he could retaliate or tell you off, the two of you sobered up as you heard the small sounds of Laura and Clint saying their goodbye. Obviously in all this drama, the two of you didn’t remember that Clint had a lot waiting for him back home. Something that made you feel bad for not thinking about when it came to pairing up for the mission.

 It isn’t till they both share a quick kiss that the two of you look away, heading towards the door when you hear Clint part Laura with some final words. “Remember, if you need me, I still have Barton comms on me.”

 The two of you can’t help but pause in place, jaws dropped as you both heard what he just said. “Oh my God.” You whispered, looking over at a very much amused Tony as he feigned clutching his pearls. “He’s totally copying us.”

 “I told you! Completely copying.” 

 What you both didn’t seem to notice was the sound of Laura’s laughter as she closed the front door to the home. Watching with a grin as the team climbed aboard the quinjet.

  The trip to Norway was not easy on you. Though the quinjet cut down the amount of time it took to get to Norway, the two of you couldn’t help but feel more exhausted the moment you landed. 

 A small group of the employees there that were star struck by Tony instantly flocked over as soon as the doors finished opening. Greeting you both so warmly as they never had quite the guest before. 

 Per usual, Tony fluttered around the peacock he thought he was. Giving peace signs to any sort of cameras that flashed up at him before he asked to go into the main control room.  The two of you were short on time, but you felt sort of bad from stopping them from getting in a few questions with your brother. Settling for pulling out your tempad from your bag to try and sneak your way into their system.

 It was all glorious of course, seeing all the machinery and inner workings of the Nexus. You’d definitely have to come back when the world wasn’t about to end. The control room itself felt incredibly immense the more you stepped in. Making you awestruck for a moment. “I feel like a power ranger right now.” 

 “Please, you could be better than that.” Tony said, rolling his eyes. “Right now you could be an avenger. Get all the right kind of attention I think you deserve.” Two of the assistants stole a quick photo op behind Tony’s back, making you cringe at the amount of spotlight someone like him could get. 

 “Yeah, no thanks.” 

 Shrugging his shoulders, Tony stepped up to the small control board, twinkling his fingers as he looked over the keyboard. He pressed a few keys, tapping the screen to life when he began to think aloud to himself. “A hacker who’s faster than Ultron. He could be anywhere, and this is the center of everything.” He gave you a slightly worried glance. “We’re just two people looking for a needle in the world's biggest haystack.”

 A curious Nexus employee stepped forward, wanting to see for herself just what Tony had in mind. “How do you find it?”

 “It’s pretty simple, you bring a magnet.” Shaking your head, you notice another photo op happening again and move in to cover your face by resting it on Tony’s shoulder. Reading the encryption he started to type in. 

 “I’m decrypting nuclear codes. And you don’t want me to.” He sang as he typed in more playfully. The showboating always made its appearance when strangers were around. “Come and get me.” 

 Leaning up, you read over the starting line before raising your hand to stop his movements. “You’re going with your Iron maiden attack?” A small hint of pink spread over Tony’s cheeks at your question. Making him lean in closer to you for privacy. 

 “Yeah, kid. What’s the big deal? It’s my go to key.”

 “I know it is. But have you given a thought to the fact that Ultron might know that too?” Inching forward, you delete the beginnings of his decryption before looking back at him. “By now we both know he’s smart enough to have set up alert systems and firewalls to any sort of virtual attack we can do.”

 “…Shit. I didn’t think of that.” He muttered, trying to go through his repertoire of keys he can use. Giggling at having a small upper hand for once, you reached deep into your pocket and pulled out a harddrive. 

 “I have been working on this for a little bit now. Wanted to have something I can use more globally when it comes to detection.” Placing it into the palm of his hand, you watched as he booted up the drive, reading over the program diligently. “I made it to try and find that ghost of ours easier. But considering how bad Ultron is ghosting us, now seems like a good time to use it.” 

 He didn’t waste time starting up the program. Watching with a grin as it loaded up perfectly. “Wow, it’s actually working perfectly.”

 “Like a magnet?”

 “A giant one.” 

 He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close for a side hug. “You did good, kid.” 

 “Didn’t even need to hack into the pentagon for it.” 

 “Hate to break it to you, but that’s exactly what we’re doing now.” 

 “…shit.” 

 It’s only about twenty minutes later that you two are bidding goodbye to the staff, thanking them graciously for their help before you’re back in the air on the quinjet. You’re happy that things seemed to be going according to plan. For once things were looking hopeful. 

 “Tony, Scout, come in. Are you guys done at Nexus?”

 You reached over for the comms link, replying back to Clint. “Hey Clint, just got back in the air. We got what we needed. Everything okay?” 

 “No, we need you guys to come back a little faster.” 

 “What’s wrong?” 

.

“Ultron’s got Nat.”

  The trip back to the tower felt painfully long after you received word from Clint. He was able to make it back with the cradle, but with Ultron having taken Nat, it didn’t feel like any sort of win. All you could do is worry as you anxiously bounced your leg in your seat. 

 It didn’t help that on your end with Steve the comms didn’t seem to be going through. Somewhere along the line the connection dropped. You had to bite down the guilt that came up your throat at the reminder of your last moment with him. Worried if something might have happened to him as well.

 Bruce had everything prepared and waiting as you two finally arrived. He straightened up when the two of you began to enter inside his lab. “Anything on Nat?”

 “We haven’t heard. But she’s alive, or Ultron would be rubbing our faces in it.”

 His words were only slightly comforting, making you wince at the idea of what he could be doing instead of simply just killing her. 

 “This is sealed tight.” Clint noted, hopping off the cradle as he looked it over. The four of you surround the object for a moment, staring down at the machinery.

 “We’re gonna need to access the program, break it down from within.” Bruce sniffed, tampering already with the screen in front. Tony nodded his head, pushing his hands inside his pockets before he glanced back to Clint. Who looked a lot like how you felt right now.

 “Any chance Natasha might leave you a message outside the Internet? Old-school spy stuff?”

 Ideas could almost be visibly seen as they began to stir inside Clint’s head. “There are some nets I can cast.” He tapped your shoulder, motioning for you to follow him. “Yeah, we’ll find her.” 

 Giving Tony a hopeful look of confidence, you turn on your boots and make haste at following Clint towards the stairs. Possibly to his work station which he’s dubbed his ‘nest’. 

 Instantly the two of you perched yourself onto desk chairs. You, searching up any sort of camera sightings or traffic lights of the directions that Ultron could have taken Nat. And Clint, looking up old servers, transmitter signals, and even as far as some local news channels for unusual sightings. It was the perfect mix of old school and new school. 

 You were so focused on the screen at one point that you didn’t seem to notice Clint had been watching you fondly. Making you smile bashfully. “What?” You laughed. 

 “It’s nothing. Just think it’s a shame we never got to work together at SHIELD. Training you was always a blast, but we really could have done some killer work together.”

 Smiling at your friend, you nodded in agreement. “We would have killed it.” 

 “We would have. Now let’s kill it at finding, Nat.”

 Soon after the two of you put in all your energy looking for her. When it became clear that your end was soon more of a dead end, you took to watching over Clint’s shoulder. Noticing him focusing on a single signal before a pleased smirk spread over his face. “Please tell me you’re smiling because you got something.”

 “Not just something,” he placed the headphones over your ears, writing down something on a pen and pad. The sounds of beeps in a repeating pattern were all that you heard. “I found her.” 

 “Thank God!” You sighed in relief. Before he could reply back, the sound of muffled yelling could be heard upstairs. Along with clanging and the sound of machinery shutting down. “What the hell?” 

 Clint reached under his desk for his gun and walked over towards the skyline above the lab. From your distance you could barely make out who else had gone in there. Squinting for a second, Clint’s confusion turned into a frown as he sent one shot into the glass above. 

 Pietro, the male Maximoff, had fallen through, looking up at Clint with confusion. The older male pressed one foot against his chest as he taunted the speedster. “What? You didn’t see that coming?” 

 The sounds of glass and Tony’s repulsor were all that you needed to hear before you crossed the room to the stairs, catching just in time to see Steve pick himself up from the ground and Wanda send off Bruce.

 “What the hell is going on?!” You yelled, rushing over to Steve. “Are you okay?” Checking over his face, you make sure to see that there wasn’t any red in his eyes. With Wanda around there was no telling what she’d do to the group.

 “Lover boy’s pissed, Sprout. I’d back off.” Tony yelled from behind a luggage crate. 

 “What?” The confusion grew even more intense when Thor slid in the room. Intense and tired, he shot up onto the cradle, holding his hammer in the air.

 With one collective shot, he slammed a surge of thunder into the cradle. Sparking it up to overload in power. It’s silent for a moment, that is until the machine explodes, sending Thor flying. The power of the explosion caused pieces of the lid to fly out across the room. Making Steve pull you aside to block any debris against you with his arm. 

Suddenly in a red blur, a figure kneeled out of the cradle. Shocking the group as they all stared in awe of what had just come to life. Something about them felt ominous, and powerful. Right when you were about to ask who that was, he shot straight forward at Thor.

 “I don’t want to kill Ultron. He’s unique and he’s in pain. But that pain will roll over the Earth. So, he must be destroyed. Every form he’s built, every trace of his presence on the net. We have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others.

Maybe I am a monster. I don’t think I’d know if I were one. I’m not what you are, another not what you intended. So, there may be no way to make you trust me. But we need to go.”

  “I cannot believe you went ahead and created another sentient robot!” You yelled, smacking Tony over the head with your hand.

 “Stop hitting me!” He hissed.

 You mimicked him, giving him a smack to his arm this time. “Stop hitting me! How about stop trying to make things?!”

 “Look, at the time it seemed like a smart idea. We needed someone to beat Ultron. He was getting stronger than us and..look, it ended up working out great. We got an ally!”

 The two of you glanced over to where the Vision stood. Unclear what you could even call them considering they were part JARVIS, part Ultron,Tony, Bruce and Thor. And apparently really powerful thanks to that stone that was attached to his forehead. The Vision seemed to sense being watched and turned over to the two of you. Stepping- correction, floating over to where you guys stood in the back of the lab.

 “Miss Stark, I’m sorry if my actions earlier frightened you.” The voice was a clear perfect version of what JARVIS sounded like. What was familiar and comforting growing up, felt a lot more distant than you would have liked. 

 “It’s okay.” You chuckled a little, not really sure how to talk to them. “Glad to have you on the team, Jarv- Oh wait. What would you like to be called?” You asked softly, not wanting to offend them in any way. 

 “Vision..I like Vision.” 

 “Okay, then I’m glad we have you on the team, Vision.”

 Tony, who was still miffed at the slapping he had just received from you, scoffed at the interaction before muttering how he had to set up a new AI. Thor approached the two of you next, giving your head the usual pat he does when he greeted you. “I must speak with Vision for a moment, Little Lady. You better prepare for battle.”

 Nodding your head, you head over towards storage lockers. Going to find one of Natasha’s tactical suits you could hopefully squeeze yourself into when a blur pushed you aside. Pietro, having taken Natasha’s red jacket gave you a wink before he stalked off. “Jerk.” You scoffed, moving to reach in the locker.

 “Scout, we need to talk.” 

 You choose to ignore the voice behind you, finding the suit you were looking for. “Sorry, Jiminy Cricket, I gotta go help save my friend.” Steve’s large hand reached over to close the locker shut, causing you to turn around and face him finally. His large build had you up against the locker, which usually would be a hot thing, if he didn’t have the ‘Captain’ look on his face.

 “He did it again, sweetheart.”

 “I’m not getting into this with you. If Vision being able to lift up Thor’s hammer isn’t good enough to show that the creation was for the greater good, then I don’t know what to tell you.” Trying to move out of the way, he placed his arm on your other side keeping you boxed in. “Steve, as much as I’d like to play around with you. I think we should stick to that three minute warning you ordered.”

 “That’s what I want to talk about next..”

 “What? You want us to leave later?”

 “No, I want us to leave in three minutes.” You opened your mouth to ask what his deal was when he cut you off. “I want you to stay here.”

 The anger instantly bubbled up inside you, making every part of your body heat up in the fury that you felt right now.  Despite all that’s going on, he still wanted to play this game where he thought you were some hopeless girl, who couldn’t even help on the recon part of a mission. But now with the situation getting worse, and your best friend needing to be saved, he wanted to go back to holding you down.

 “I can’t believe you would even suggest- No, I can’t believe you would even think I would stay here with all that is going on, Steven. The people of Sokovia are in danger because of Tony..because of us. I owe it to them to try and help save them.” 

 A red blush swept over his cheeks when you called his full name. There hasn’t been a point in your relationship together that you two had this much tension and anger, but it’s all the two of you seemed to be good at these days. In the back you noticed Pietro horribly trying to act like he wasn’t listening in, but you didn’t care if you had an audience.

 “It’s not something I want. But this isn’t just us battling HYDRA. These are actual killing machines and you’re…” he couldn’t seem to find the word he wanted to use. “They won’t hesitate to kill you and with your injury, there’s no telling how well you can do out there.”

 “Cut the crap, Cap. You don’t think I’m good enough to fight alongside you.”

 Shoving him back, you make your way over to the locker in the back that had your usual belongings and grab your boots. “I can assure you that my leg is feeling better than ever and I’m going whether you like it or not.” Steve settled with sitting down on the bench rather than boxing you in this time. His brow knitted together as he looked over your leg. 

 “Scout,” When you didn’t stop reaching for your items, he reached out to stop you. “Please stop.” His tone was hard, but laced with a sadness that you couldn’t quite figure out why. “I need you here. If you’re out there with us, then I’ll worry about your safety, I’ll be unfocused. I need you to have my back on this.”

 “You have a lot of nerve saying that you know. Implying that this isn’t like HYDRA when you’re literally trusting them more than me to guard your back?” You feel another pair of eyes on you and you really try hard to ignore the twins still lingering around. “Think about what they’ve decided to work for, what they joined. They belonged to the same organization that has hurt so many people. People like your best friend.” 

The brunette’s face came into your mind, reminding you how they treated Bucky down in that bank. Shaking your head, you glanced to meet Steve’s eyes. “You expect me to sit back here and let them be the ones helping you and my own brother? You really think I’d trust them like that?”

 “They weren’t around for all of that. They want to change, they’re the ones who wanted to stop Ultron first when they discovered what he wanted to do with the cradle.”

 “That doesn’t mean they weren’t for the destruction of the avengers!”

 “No, they did not want that exactly..”

 “Right, just Tony. In case you forgot, I happen to care about that guy.”

 You release your arm from his hold and make your way to go and change when another hand is wrapped around your arm. Frowning, you turned to face Steve again only to be shocked to see Pietro frowning at you. “Oh.” You gasped, unsure why he stopped you. 

 “We had our reasons..But we see now that we have a bigger enemy. Ultron has to be stopped. Let us be civil.” He reasoned, seeming to understand a little about your feelings on this. 

 “Let her go, Pietro. She’s going to do whatever she wants anyway, right?”

 Wanda popped out from behind him, moving to circle around you almost. Not wanting to be trapped in one of her vicious visions again, you stepped away from them. Needing the breathing space. “Right, I do what I want.” You said, giving a tight lipped smile. Getting out of the locker room, you barely made it out to go to the private office before Steve caught up with you.

 “Scout, I’ll get on my knees and beg if you’ll stay.”

 “Steve,” you sighed, reaching out to grab onto his forearms. “Please don’t ask this of me. Understand why I need to do this, why I can’t just stay.” He leaned in to press his forehead against yours, making you close your eyes as you tried to get through to him. “If you make me stay..you’ll lose me, Steve.”

 “Please don’t say that. It’s unfair.”

 “Making me stay behind when all my friends and family could get hurt or worse is unfair.”

 “But I could lose you either way...”

 Pulling back, you stared up into his eyes. “You don’t have to. You only need to trust in the fact that I can do this. That we can work together as a team. Like last time, honey.” He closed his eyes at the pet name, seeming to enjoy the softness in the tone you used with him. “Steve, I love-“

 “Who is Bucky?”

 The two of you stilled in place, almost turning frozen at the name before you glanced to the side. Wanda, who followed you both had a curious look on her face. “What did you say?” Steve asked slowly, looking at you briefly. 

 “She mentioned your best friend and when I couldn’t figure out what that meant, a sudden thought popped into her mind..The man with a metal arm, is that him?” You couldn’t help but gulp at her words, not sure when you even thought about him hard enough that she would sense it. 

 “Stay out of my head, bitch.”

 Her green eyes flickered with a fury before she waved her hand. “Your thoughts were loud enough for me to get the idea. As soon as she mentioned him it was all that ran through her mind.”

 “What are you talking about?” Steve huffed, getting worked up again. “Scout?”

 “I don’t know what it is that she means, honestly. I thought about him because he’s your friend, they’re HYDRA. I guess the run in with him came up in my head?”

 “That’s not what I mean-“

 Something on your face must have given Wanda a change of mind, whether it was because of your fear, your hurt, or maybe she just decided she wasn’t amused by making the fight worse. “I just wanted to know who he was because we don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Not even your brother.” She ended, clapping her hands together. “In case you needed to be assured of his safety. And I’m also here to inform you both that the wheels are up in a minute.” Nodding her head, she quickly took her exit.

 “You were thinking about Bucky..”

 “Well, one of us has to. Since you suddenly changed your opinions on people that work at HYRDA. Maybe we should find Brock Rumlow and see if he’s up for joining the battle?” He sighed again before he nodded to himself, seeming to come up with a perfect reply.

 “I’ll play by your games then, Scout. Stay or else it’s over.”

 “You can’t be serious.”

 He shook his head, heading in the direction that Wanda did. “I am. I’d rather you stay here and hate me, than love me and possibly get hurt. You’re not enhanced, you’re not an iron man, you’re a girl who’s got a big heart and a bad leg.” 

 The tears you did not realize you were holding back on were now spilling freely onto your cheeks. Hating the idea of this being the fight that would put such a heavy ultimatum in your relationship. “Steve, don’t do this..”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t risk losing you too.” Without another word, he strode off the hall, leaving you without the chance of picking whether to stay and fight for love, or go and fight for life. The choice was made for you the moment you heard the sounds of the quinjet leaving.

A/N: I can’t believe we’re almost done with this movie! Steve is..LOOK, I love steve but he’s gonna be a little bit of a jerk in this movie. I hope y’all forgive me V_V

TAGGED REQUESTS: @justanothermagicalsara

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #future bucky x reader #nsom #marvel imagine #marvel scenario #marvel fanfic

[navybrat817]

Do you think Bucky would be possessive if you aren't his girl?

Nonnie, I think you forgot a word at the end of your question.

YET.

You aren't his girl yet.

But imagine Bucky is sitting at a table and a few agents are sitting there as well. He tries to block out the chatter, until one of them mentions your name. Followed by his.

"Barnes, you hitting that?"

Which would have him seeing red. Because he wants to fuck you, yes. He also wants to give you the care you deserve. He wants you to be his completely.

"If you're asking if she's my girl," he says as calmly as he can manage, "No."

"So, I have a chance," the agent smirks.

That look is quickly wiped away when Bucky takes a knife out of what appears to be thin air and drives it through the table as the chatter ceases. The blade is right between the agent's fingers. Miraculously, he didn't get cut.

The former Asset is that good.

"You didn't let me finish. She's not my girl yet. So, no, you don't have a chance."

But the question is, did you happen to walk in and witness the event or did word get around?

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #character ask #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #maybe this should be a fullblown fic #maybe #possible future fic #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[biteofcherry]

Drip

stucky x female reader

Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

summary: Bucky and Steve graciously make your fantasy of watching them together come true. But it comes for a price. One you may have not be prepared for.

warnings: smut; consensual; D/s undertones; power imbalance; hints of voyeurism; blowjob; handjob; orgasm denial; a small dose of degradation

Masterlist

You could never keep a poker face and you were rather shitty at being stealthy, so it wasn't a surprise that the two supersoldiers noticed the glances you stole their way on occasions.

They probably recognized more than glances, since you couldn't help but feel hot all over and clenched whenever you saw the two of them kiss. Or show any brief touch of intimacy.

Their relationship wasn't a secret, but Steve and Bucky weren't big on public displays of affection.

Around the compound they acted professional and sweet, presenting a healthy dose of love for each other. Perfect, charming gentlemen.

It only spurred your imagination further, as you spent nights in your bed with your hand between your thighs, thinking of how passionate they were with each other when no one was looking.

When they cornered you in an empty corridor, after you did a quick inventory of the quinjet post-mission, you had no quick wit to bullshit your way out of the trouble.

However, the expected lecture on being inappropriate (and perhaps relocated to a different post for making them feel uncomfortable and objectified) didn't happen.

Instead, you were invited to join them in the shower.

You really should've said no. Show them that your fantasies had their limit and you weren't a perv eager to become a true voyeur.

But there was something in the way they spoke to you that was coercive.

Steve’s tone wasn’t exactly an order, but it was shaped like an invitation you couldn’t refuse, or else there would be consequences (even if no threat was laid). 

Bucky somehow steered your body, so that you were already walking along with them while they revealed they’ve caught you staring at them on multiple occasions. They weren't a flirtatious types, but they were acutely aware when someone desired them. Especially when that someone was really bad at hiding that craving.

Embarrassment swallowed you whole, making you squirm as you padded between the two men. Then a rush of adrenaline and excitement won, clouding your better judgment as they asked for your final decision. 

If it was to be your last day of work for the Avengers, you would at least be an unemployed pervert who got to see Captain America and Winter Soldier naked and touching.

A currency no salary could match.

Though your bravado dispersed as you stepped into the showers few minutes later.

You felt uncertain as you took small steps across the wood-imitating tiles. The spa-like design of the compound’s bathrooms not working its calming magic at the moment. 

As you approached the two men, who were already naked and standing under the sprays, your own nudity and body consciousness made you curl in on yourself. 

"Are you sure it's okay?" You asked, stopping a few steps away.

You weaved one of your arms across your breasts, the other nervously around your middle as you squeezed your thighs. 

For a fleeting moment you hoped they’d change their mind and you get to run away to hide in shame. It would be mortifying, but less than actually exposing yourself and your reactions to them. 

Funny how it was supposed about you watching them, but turned into you being put into a more vulnerable position.

Somehow it skipped your horny mind that you would be naked and alone with two handsome, very powerful and overwhelming men.

Their heated, dark gazes locked on you made your heart rate accelerate, enhancing the sense of being the main entertainment of this whole arrangement. 

Suddenly, the charming, protective Captain and sweet, quiet Soldier were gone and instead you were facing the stifling flame of hunger of potential predators. It was more potent than what your needy imagination provided. Perhaps more than you were really able to handle.

Steve’s gaze slid over you from head to toe, so slow and intense it felt as if he touched you with his fingers. 

Your nipples instantly pebbled.

"If we weren't fine with you dripping down your thighs as you watch us, we wouldn't ask you to join us in the shower." 

Fuck. 

If he kept talking like that, in that lower, deeper tone, you really would be dripping down your thighs for them in no time. 

It was Bucky who moved toward you, taking slow, but sure steps. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled your arm away from your chest. When your breasts were displayed fully, you heard a synchronized purr of approval.

He guided you to stand between two sprays then pushed you back slightly, until your back hit the tiled wall. 

Some drops of water bounced your way, but mostly it was the warm mist settling on your skin in the little safe nook Bucky put you in.

A front row to watch the two of them just mere inches away from you.

Water cascaded down their naked bodies. Your eyes couldn’t catch up with all the trickles, though you so desperately wanted to study them all. Lavish with your tongue each contour of muscle and crevice. Trace the veins that protruded down their arms and just above hip and curving down onto…

"You like what you see, starburst?" Bucky hummed, forcing your gaze to snap up to his.

The nickname was something new. They always addressed you by your name. But you had no trouble realizing what inspired this one - they had to notice the small tattoo on your hip.

Swirls of gray in Bucky’s blue irises seemed warmer than ever before. His mouth was curved in an amused smile, making your heart flutter silly as if you were a teenage girl offered a flash of interest from the boy you had a crush on. 

Bucky lathered his hands with soap and he moved them across Steve’s chest, up to his neck then down his arms; stroking those sculpted muscles. 

You followed that movement nearly whimpering in despair that it wasn’t you who got to touch.

"He's magnificent, isn't he?" Bucky’s hands traveled all over Steve’s body, while his gaze remained locked on you. 

"Would you like to worship his perfect body?" He asked.

At your eager nod something glinted in his eyes. Bucky’s voice resounded with a dark command, even as his face remained softly serene:

"Then drop to your knees, doll. Worshipers are on their knees before their gods."

Before you fully comprehended the undertone of degradation in the latter sentence, your knees were already hitting the tiles. 

As Bucky’s fingers ran down Steve’s stomach then wrapped around the base of his dick, your fingernails dug into the skin of your thighs as tingles of arousal pulled at your nipples and your clit.

"And that cock? Are you aching for that gorgeous, thick cock?" Bucky rasped, stroking Steve steadily.

Steve’s own hand was gripping the back of Bucky’s head, fingers tangled in wet, dark locks. Though his lips were parted on small, pleasant grunts, which he didn’t bother to hide, Steve’s eyes remained focused on you. Drinking in all the reactions showing on your beautiful face.

"Bet you'd love to run your tongue along that vein." Bucky moaned himself as he squeezed Steve tighter.

Your tongue seemed to dart out to lick your lips out of its own volition. Your hands moved, too. One up to cup your breast, the other diving between your thighs. 

"Are you thinking about it, starburst?” Steve asked, nudging Bucky’s hand away and taking a step towards you. Water washed out all the remaining suds off his body, giving you an unobscured view of the glory that was his cock. 

“Imagining how you'd cry as it stretched your little pussy?" 

Your little pussy clenched in fear and arousal at the thought of being filled with it. Even your bolder toys couldn’t compare in size. 

"And what about Bucky's cock, hm?” Steve’s hand splayed on Bucky’s hip when his partner came closer. 

With his other hand he cupped Bucky’s balls, drawing a loud grunt of pleasure from him. Then he ran his fingertips along the underside of Bucky’s cock, before fisting it. 

“Big and long.” Steve gave a few leisurely strokes. “Do you know how deep in your tight ass he could go?"

You weren’t thinking of it - of anyone in your ass - up until now. 

“Oh Stevie,” Bucky chuckled against Steve’s shoulder, where he was peppering kisses and licks, “I think our little starburst has been thinking about my cock up your ass all this time and missed the opportunity to imagine how it could fill her dirty hole.” 

Fingers still wrapped around Bucky’s girth, Steve angled his head to the side. His nose brushed against Bucky’s almost affectionately and then their lips were meeting in a sensual kiss. 

Forced to decide between watching their kiss and Bucky’s dick twitching in Steve’s hand, you let out a pathetic whimper. Your own fingers rubbed tight circles on your aching clit. Tongue itched to lick up the red tip of Bucky’s cock.

“I don’t blame her,” Steve rasped when they parted, “I love having you in my ass, too. Almost as much as I love taking yours.” 

Bucky’s soft laughter didn’t diminish the hotness of the scene. Quite the contrary, the intimacy of it that you were graciously allowed into was making you even more needy. 

Maybe the sinful beauty of their bodies was only a veneer of what you were truly craving. Maybe it's their deep connection and devotion that you got off on, dreaming of experiencing it yourself. Of being loved so strongly.

“Bet she’s thinking about it now.” Their gazes returned to you. “Look at those small fingers trying to satisfy her.”

“Cute,” Steve snorted, but then his eyes narrowed. “Who told you that you could touch yourself, starburst?”

“I-” you stuttered, feeling a wave of shame burn your cheeks from the inside. 

“Hands off.” He commanded and somehow you complied immediately. “You need them free to take care of us, little worshiper.” 

Your eyes widened as you stared up at them. When this whole event began, you were convinced it would just be a twisted little fantasy combined - you watching them, them enjoying being watched.

A hush little encounter with minimum interaction. 

Not only they broke down all the private space limits, but pushed it into entanglement you rarely even dared to fantasize about. 

They moved even closer; their cocks inches from your face as they looked down at you like the gods you made them to be. 

"Be of service, starburst." Bucky ran a single digit along your cheek.  

"Come on. We know you get off on not only imagining the two of us together, but also being with us. This is your chance to earn it."

You gulped as his finger touched your bottom lip then slipped into your mouth. For a short second, but it was enough of an indication how far they wanted to push it. 

“Show us how much you want it.” Steve rocked his hips forward, teasing the tip of his dick along your cheek. “How thankful you are to be here.” 

Hesitation in your movement wasn’t due to discomfort of touching them, but because you didn’t have much experience in the matter. Sure, you gave some quick handjobs and sucked dick before, but it all seemed awkward and poor quality to what Steve and Bucky deserved. 

Perhaps they sensed your nervousness, or maybe they really liked your touch, but the moment you wrapped your small hands around their cocks the praise fell from their lips almost instantly.

“Doing good, starburst.” Bucky stroked your head. “Just follow what you always imagined.”

At first you tried to keep the same rhythm on both shafts, but you weren’t that well coordinated. It didn’t matter though, as you quickly noticed each of them liked things a little different anyway.

Bucky moaned at the measured stroke with more squeeze around the leaking tip, while Steve encouraged you to twist your wrist.

As their sounds of pleasure grew muffled, you flicked up your gaze. The sight of them kissing and touching each other elicited another jolt of arousal; your own lips parting on a quiet moan. 

The puff of your breath tickled the angry red head of Steve’s dick, which twitched in your hand in response. It was all the temptation you needed to open your mouth and taste him. 

Your scientific knowledge wasn’t impressive, but you wondered if it was possible that the serum enhanced that part, because you swore the flavor of Steve on your tongue made you wetter. 

Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked harder. You couldn’t get him much deeper, your gag reflex was too strong to try pushing it at the moment, but you were adamant on making it as satisfying for them as you could. 

After a few beats you switched, swallowing Bucky's cock while you quickened the pace of your strokes on Steve’s dick. Every few moments you glanced up at them, feeding your own pleasure with the sight of them touching each other. 

"Such a good pet." Steve’s praise spurred you on.

Bucky groaned out your real name when you squeezed his balls while suckling on his tip. One of his hands landed on the back of your head, pushing you further down his length. He relented when you choked, but you suspected if encounters like that were to happen in the future, he would at some point deep throat you. 

“Do you want your reward, starburst?” Bucky pulled out, wrapping his own hand around his cock. 

Steve guided your fingers to massage his balls as he too fisted his cock. 

You didn’t expect arousal could spike even higher when you were already so drunk on it. But the idea of them cumming in front of you, for you, was like an electric current that sizzled your brain into mush.

“Yes, please,” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips.

“You can close your eyes, but keep your mouth open and your tongue out.” Steve instructed, his voice strained as he tried to withhold his climax a few more seconds. 

“Fuck,” you heard Bucky curse as you closed your eyes and tilted your face up, obediently opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “So fucking beautiful, little worshiper.” 

Slick sound of quick strokes combined with the rainy hum of cascading water and the unrestricted moans of two men. Even your own heartbeat seemed to quiet so that you could enjoy the sexy sounds. 

Then warm splashes hit your face. Landed on your tongue, but also across your cheeks and forehead, some dribbled down your chin. 

You waited with your open mouth until they were fully spent, which took more time than expected, before swallowing everything that landed on your tongue. 

“Good girl, starburst.” They swiped ribbons of cum off your face with their fingers, pushing them into your mouth for you to swallow all of it. 

Then one of them easily lifted you up onto your feet and pulled you under a warm spray of water. Though your legs were shaking a bit, two bodies sandwiching you between them provided support.

“Let's get you cleaned." Bucky’s voice was a soft coo in your ear as he massaged shampoo onto your scalp.

Steve lathered your body with soap, stroking everywhere and yet not where you needed it the most. Though satisfied with making them cum, your body was still thrumming with need. One you were impatient to take care of.

"Please!” You arched against Bucky, pushing your chest towards Steve’s wandering hands. You parted your legs wider. “Please, please, I-"

"No." Bucky’s tone remained calm, but his words were firm. "You don't get to cum. Not yet."

“Little worshipers think of their gods’ needs and wishes first.” Despite the degrading and condescending meaning of his words, Bucky made them sound like a soft, caring compliment. 

“And accept their fate, even if it’s to wait for their orgasm for eternity.” 

"You've been such a good girl so far, starburst.” Steve squeezed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your gaze to meet his through the falling drops. “I know you can still be obedient and wait for the special reward. Right?"

“Y-yes, Steve.” Your heart pounded at the prospect of getting more from them.

Even if at the moment it was more torment than pleasure.

" ’Atta girl." He smiled. "Now let’s rinse you. Then you can go dry up and dress nicely. We’ll take you out for dinner.” 

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[shurisneakers]

ok and if i wrote harmless in a different font. so what

#the first part is 1.6k words long #and i am looking for supernatural slash paranormal ideas to use in here for future parts. so if u guys wanna. yk. #make it a community project like harmless was <3333 that'd be lovely and fun <3333 #but im waiting to write a couple of parts b4 publishing this one #bc of health reasons #anyway in unrelated news #i have another drabble series coming out on saturday #a letters series where bucky is Shit At Talking so he just writes letters to his bestie who he's in love with bc his therapist told him to #it's a drabble series #and also if u wanna send in word prompts for that. that would be very helpful and i will worship you #anyway im done talking #ari talks #bucky x reader

[captainsimagines]

the warmth of the future || one

Summary: It’s been two years since you fell in love with Bucky Barnes, and the holidays are just around the corner. With even more love, more friends, and more family in attendance, you and Bucky fully intend to enjoy these days with as little drama as possible. But that’s not always the case with a relationship like yours, is it?

Pairing: DBF James “Bucky” Barnes x (Fem) Reader

Based on the Song: ‘Willow’ by Taylor Swift 

Warnings: strong language; age difference kink; exhibitionism; anal fingering (Bucky receiving); blowjob; unprotected sex

Word Count: 7,160+

Author’s Note: Oh, I’m so ready for the holidays this year. Can’t wait for you guys to start this mini-series! I love these characters just as much as you do, and after so many messages this year about this fanfic in particular, I just had to make a mini sequel. I love you guys so much. I hope you enjoy and get into the early holiday spirit. 

~

     “I take back what I said before. You’re probably going to die by getting hit by a fucking bus.”

The sound of the horn near you is impossible to recover from. You know Bucky heard that over the phone. Still, you continue to sidestep several pedestrians and another taxi, running to the subway. A few weeks ago you two theorized the craziest possible ways you both would die. Bucky bet you’d be abducted by aliens and killed for being so annoying. You bet he would die by falling off a train in the icy Austrian Alps. “Funny, Barnes. Excuse me for being excited for Christmas break.”

Bucky scoffs gently. “So excited you can’t look both ways before you cross the street?”

You’ve navigated New York streets for years now. You know every crack, every turn, by heart. “You want me home on time, or no?”

Bucky grumbles, “Just get home in one piece.”

Home. It seemed like Bucky’s two-bedroom above his bar was more of a home than your own apartment. You spent more time in Brooklyn than you did Manhattan. Peter had practically bullied you about how much money you were wasting on rent. And you were, no doubt. It was a pain to wake up in Brooklyn and have to travel to Manhattan for work, but you did it anyway. And besides, it made sense. Bucky works nights, so him staying the night in Manhattan was illogical.

But home. That was wherever Bucky was. Warm beside him and wrapped up safely. This would be your third Christmas together, the third you’re spending together back home with your dad. It feels like a tradition now. Bucky had tried convincing his sister, Becca, to join this year but she planned an impromptu cruise with her fiancé instead.

Bucky didn’t blame her, though. It was her engagement present apparently.

This time, Bucky had rented a car and you two would be driving down today. With your assistant tagging along. Not because you were working this holiday break, but because Peter Parker had nowhere else to go in the city. His aunt died this year and this would be his first holiday season without close family to celebrate with. Peter was going to meet you at your apartment, but you were running late, and Bucky was calling to scold you for it.

I’ll put the book down after chapter fifty, I promise.

That promise is stale, Doll. I know you.

I prooooomise.

You had not, indeed, kept that promise and read all the way to chapter sixty today. But you had to. This was Loki Laufeyson’s third book in his insanely popular trilogy. It’s an impossible read to put down.

The reception becomes spotty the deeper you go into the subway station.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get home in one piece. Hey Bucky, would you love me if I was a worm?” The group of teenage girls swiping their Metrocards giggle beside you.

“We’re not doing this again. Get home.”

Rolling your eyes for no one to see, you bid him goodbye.

Another holiday with your family, another holiday with your friends, another holiday with the love of your life. How could life possibly get better than this?

~

    Life did have ways of planting the smallest mishaps. Take the snow for example: Did Bucky know driving in the snow was such a major pain in the ass? He figured. Did he listen to your warnings about having to buy chains for the tires earlier? Nope.

One gas station, Peter’s googling of instructions, and an hour wasted putting the damn chains on later, you finally passed the town sign welcoming you home.

Your childhood town looked the same. It always looked the same. Feelings of nostalgia, scents of cinnamon, and an overall sense of calm quickly settled into your stomach as Bucky drove through town. Leaning your head out the window, you grinned widely as the car passed Wanda and Pietro’s flower shop, closed for lunch. Half of you wanted to fly out the car and bust down the door. The other half really wanted to see your dad first. A four hour drive was nothing with a good playlist and some burgers on the way down.

Once you finally pulled up to your dad’s house, you flew out of the passenger seat before Bucky had the chance to put the car in park. He followed less quickly as you, but his face showed his contained excitement. “It looks like the whole crew got here before us—”

Bucky’s voice floats away as your body slams onto the icy grass. “Oof!”

Clint squeezes tightly, his body weight compressing you into a smooshed pancake. “You’re here!”

“My…lungs…”

Bucky’s boot comes into view. “Get off my girl, Barton.”

“You get to see her every single day! Let me have this!”

Struggling, you shimmy like a worm and try your hardest not to touch anything intimate on the giant squishing you. “Clint. Remove…yourself!”

Your boyfriend’s loud sigh precedes his show of strength. Grabbing Clint by the collar of his winter jacket, Bucky yanks him upward and drops him on a high pile of snow. “Idiot.”

Clint’s laugh is interrupted by Pietro’s loud announcement of, “We’ve started decorating already!”

Sitting up, you dust snow from your elbows as best you can. “Without me?”

“We had extra hands,” Pietro reveals, grinning like a mad man. Before you can ask, a muscled body steps from the front door and onto the porch, wearing too little layers for the temperature outside.

“Steve!” Bucky exclaims, abandoning both you and Clint in the snow to run to his best friend. “You lied about visiting your mom!”

Steve runs a hand down the back of his neck, instantly turning red. He meets Bucky at the bottom of the porch and shares that clap-on-the-back slash bro-hug. “She decided to spend it with her partner’s kids and let me know a week ago.”

You huff as you stand, now dusting off your ass. “We had lunch a week ago.”

He meets your eye over Bucky’s shoulder. “And I didn’t exactly lie. Just omitted the truth.”

“Big fat liar.”

Steve ignores you, completely accustomed to your sarcasm and kindergarten insults. His attention returns to Bucky, as you turn your attention to Clint.

“Sometimes I think you want to kill me.”

Clint snorts, “I’m not that heavy. You’re just small.”

He accepts the shove to his shoulder. Clint would never admit it, but he acts this way because he’s an only child. By teasing you, Kate, and Wanda, he’s able to channel all that big brother energy somewhere. Why only you three? No one knows. Pietro is the same age and yet, receives Clint’s best friend energy. Maybe Clint Barton was destined to be a girl-brother—like a girl dad. The words sound stupid in your head as you repeat it.

He pulls your mini-suitcase from the trunk just as Peter emerges, shy as always around new people. “Clint, this is Peter Parker! He’s my assistant, but for the next week he’s just a friend! Got it?”

Clint barely acknowledges a single word you said besides the formal introduction. He shakes Peter’s hand and welcomes him to town, pointing back at the house as Peter lugs his own suitcase forward. With the snow, the pink of his cheeks, and his raggedy bag, Peter Parker fits in perfectly. As if the town gave its blessing.

“On a scale of one to ten, how much do you like Steve?” Clint asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Uh,” you mumble, pulling Bucky’s suitcase out. “Ten. He’s been in my life since the beginning.”

Clint nods, a thin smile spreading across his face. Adjusting his hearing aid, he says, “Please let me know the new number when he tells you.”

“Huh?” But Clint’s already running back into the house, carrying your suitcase over his head. He’s lucky his dumbass didn’t slip on the driveway.

When you finally go inside, your dad and Sam are nowhere in sight. You can vaguely hear them near the back of the house, though. Steve is in the kitchen alone, chugging some water and Bucky gone.

“Why am I going to hate you?” you ask, setting your purse down on the dining room table. It’s littered with holiday decorations. Paper snowflakes, red and green candles, baking utensils.

Steve smirks, wiping his mouth. “I’m staying in your room.”

Your brows furrow. “Where the hell are Bucky and I supposed to sleep?”

“Oh, you’re staying in your room, too! Bucky gets the guest room.”

There it is.

“Wha—”

“Your dad isn’t taking any chances this time.”

Huh? What kind of joke was this? A cruel game Steve, Sam, and your dad must have come up with before you even entered the damn town, probably. “I’ve been dating the guy for two years! Of course we fuck!”

Steve purses his lips, eyes widening. “Oh, don’t worry, I know!” Sarcastic, loud, sonofabitch. “Fucking know well enough, too!”

One time. One damn time he walked in on you. “Don’t be jealous.”

He blinks. “Jealous?”

“You want to join? Just ask.”

Steve dramatically slaps his chest as he goes to grip at his heart. “I’m going to throw up in my mouth. Then I’m going to spit it on you.”

“Kinky.”

“You little—”

“Bumblebee!”

Your dad practically sprints into the kitchen, arms stretched wide. You jump up and down as you grip him tightly. “Dad!”

“The drive okay? You hungry?”

“Yes and no! How are you? How’s Monica?”

Your dad flushes at the mere mention of his girlfriend’s name. “Great. She’ll be here for the party.”

He swings you around twice, surprisingly strong for a man who works at a desk nowadays. Sam smiles brightly at the sight. “Gosh, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, but that’s diminishing by the second. What’s this about you barring my boyfriend from my bedroom?”

Sam shoves Steve when he starts cracking up, scolding him. Your dad scrunches his face. “Bumblebee, the horror stories I’ve heard from your friends! From my friends! I understand young love—well, young and middle-aged love, really—but I have more guests staying here this season than just you! I’m being considerate.”

You grimace, then gag dramatically. “I don’t know what frightens me more. The fact that my own father views me as a sex-crazed monster or that I’m sharing a room with Captain Rogers.”

“I trust Steve. He’ll make sure no one goes in or out of that room.”

Steve continues to silently laugh behind Sam, who’s trying hard not to break himself. “Have I done something to you? Am I finally being rightfully punished for stealing one of your friends?”

Your dad scoffs playfully, pulling you in for a side hug. You hang limp, a bodily protest. “No, but now that you mention it, the punishment fits the crime.”

Steve pulls you from your dad, side-hugging you as well. “Don’t worry, pal. I’ll make sure she gets her full eight hours of sleep.”

“Suck my tit, Steve.”

“I’d rather not.”

Bucky chooses that moment to join the squabble, Clint and Pietro following close behind. “What’s happening?”

Shoving Steve away, his waist hitting the corner of the kitchen countertop, you disregard his yelp for Bucky’s attention. “Oh, Bucky, it’s horrible! It’s Romeo and Juliet all over again!”

“I may have missed the first time we lived that story,” Bucky says, his head tilting.

“We’re being separated! You and I are no more! The house is split!”

Steve groans, clutching at his side. His voice comes out gravely. “If it’s any consolation, I’m on your side, man.”

“It was my idea,” Sam offers, raising a hand. Looking back at him, he shoots you a cocky smirk.

“Sam…You traitor.”

“You’ll see each other all day. The nights aren’t going to kill you—”

“Shut up, Tybalt.”

Bucky gives you an unimpressed look. He’ll hype your Romeo and Juliet character reference later, but for now he needs to diffuse the situation.

He heard the conversation. He knows what you’re complaining about. Hell, he wants to complain too. But there’s this nagging voice at the back of his head telling him, Hey Bud. Remember that time one of your good friends invited you over during the holidays and you proceeded to fuck his daughter in every depraved position, every single night, while he was sleeping two doors over?

So he surrenders. “How about we continue with the decorations, yeah?”

“Why is it that you never fight by my side when my dad is involved?” you whine.

He clears his throat, smiling that white-person smile at your dad. “Either I stay on his good side and continue being with his beautiful daughter, or we duel and he wins.”

Your dad accepts this. “You earn some points with me by saying I’d win.”

Beside you, you feel Bucky relax instantly. Giving him the side-eye, you notice Peter emerging from the bathroom over his shoulder.

“Dad! This is Peter, my assistant!” Dragging Peter by the shoulders and presenting him like one would their greatest achievement, Peter holds out a timid hand.

“Ah! This is the man who dodges my calls by saying you’re in a meeting,” your dad jokes, shaking his hand.

Something flashes in Peter’s eyes. Alarm, panic, dread. Who knows. “The meetings were real, sir.”

“Well, either way. The couch is all yours! The more the merrier.”

“Thank you for having me, sir.”

“Everyone is welcome in my house! I try to be a good host.”

With those words, Peter’s eyes immediately soften. “Well, I’ve no longer got family in the city so this is a real honor.”

You notice how the words affect everyone. This tradition has run in your family since you were born—since before. It was an unspoken thing that everyone would convene at your dad’s house. Even if it wasn’t the largest, and people had to share beds, and everyone had to chip in for beer. But there was something about the fireplace in the corner, showcasing nine stockings with everyone’s names on them. The Menorah that was missing its final candle. The smell of cookies and pie every single day of December.

To share this tradition with a new edition, even if Peter might decide not to return next holiday season, filled you with honor.

Your dad, the king of making others feel a part of the club, asks Peter, “What’s your menu like? I’ll send Bumblebee to the store later today.”

Can’t forget that tradition, either. It was always your job to get everyone’s groceries for the week.

“I’ll go with you,” Pietro volunteers. “We’ll pick up Wanda along the way.”

You hum in response. “Make a list. Oh, and Steve?”

Steve lifts an eyebrow.

“I like to fall asleep to whale sounds and the sounds of gorilla’s mating.”

Bucky quickly agrees, just to fuck with Steve. The man who’ll be sharing his girl’s room, it seemed. Something silent but feral was festering in the pit of his stomach, but Bucky chose to make a joke of it instead.

Maybe it won’t be so bad. You two have slept away from each other before. You don’t see each other everyday.  

So Bucky won’t let it get to him.

He won’t.

Promise.

~

      “You’re forced to share a room with another magnificent and stunning male?” Peggy laughs, clearly entertained by the news you’ve shared. Peggy follows you down the aisle with a basket in hand, waving off Pietro’s constant asks of carrying it for her. Wanda swipes the listed items off the shelves into the cart with impressive speed, only half-listening to the conversation. “I don’t see the problem!”

“I’m with Bucky.”

“So?”

“And it’s monogamous.”          

Peggy huffs, “Then strike everything I would have said you do if you were me.”

“I personally don’t understand why Steve has to stay in your room anyway,” Pietro interjects. “Like, there are two couches in the living room.”

“Sam is taking one.”

“Then why not have Steve bunk with Bucky?”

Wanda twirls, a box of sugar cookies in her grip. “I can answer this one! Because even though Bucky slept with his daughter, our little Bumblebee is being scolded now. Your dad is getting revenge.”

So by having Steve bunk with you, it’s essentially torture…for you. Because you’ll have to be the one to sneak out if you dare; you’ll be the one dealing with Steve’s horrendous snoring; you’ll be the one who has to go down the stairs. It was brilliant. Evil and brilliant.

“Revenge? After two years?”

Peggy chuckles, moving her basket from Pietro’s reach again. “Fathers. Always such rascals. My father turned a blind eye and I loved him more for it.”

“My father isn’t turning a blind eye. He’s actively engaging in separating us.”

“I think it’s fucking funny,” Pietro admits, covering his mouth. “Sorry, Peggy.”

Peggy waves him off. “I think it’s fucking funny, too.”

“So, what?” Wanda scoffs, throwing a package of napkins in the cart. “So you’re separated for a week. You don’t have to fuck in the house. There are other places!”

“Wanda!”

“No, no, she’s right on that front!” Peggy admits. “Kate’s bar, the gym Clint attends, the motel!”

You groan, leaning down against the cart. Your chin rests on your folded arms and your back is at an awkward angle. “To stay at a motel like last summer? Then my father will know what we’re doing. And that makes my insides twist.”

“You’re young and you keep your man young. If fucking is the solution, then find a way to accomplish it.”

Pietro sends Peggy an incredulous look, frozen in place as the three of you pass him by. “Does she always speak like that?”

“Address me, dear. I can speak for myself.”

“Okay,” Pietro says, blinking a few times. “Do you always speak like that?”

“Only on Tuesdays.”

Pietro does the mental calendar-hopping in his head. Peggy Carter was the resident grocery store customer you formed an odd friendship with two Christmases ago. She had been outspoken then, and she’s definitely outspoken now. Just because she reigns supreme in age doesn’t mean that all she says and suggests is wise. Sometimes you wonder how she even got past her fifties with her mindset.

“Anyways, that’s my problem right now. Bucky and I will get through it and I will smother Captain Rogers in his sleep. Done!”

Wanda giggles, “He’s cute, though.”

Pietro rounds on her. “No, no! Stop talking.”

“He’s big and handsome and totally not off-limits for me.”

Pietro looks as if he’s just witnessed a mass murder. “I…He’s old enough to be our dad.” Then to you, “No offense.”

“If he had us in his teens.”

Pietro literally whines, “Wanda, I beg you. Do not fuck the Captain.”

“Are you going to let him order you, love?” Peggy asks Wanda, eyebrows high.

Wanda smiles, teeth and all. “Nope!”

Pietro whines again, watching his sister skip down the aisle. He calls after you, so you twist around slowly. “Talk her out of it.”

You shake your head. “You laughed at my predicament. Your sister can fuck who she wants.”

Pietro grumbles as you all pay for the groceries, as you say goodbye to Peggy, and on the drive home. Wanda seems to be two seconds away from cackling.

~

    “This town is so tiny. It’s like a Hallmark movie.”

You give Peter a side-smirk while also holding the door open for him. He enters the bookstore like he’s on a mission, looking for everything and nothing at once. You figure he’s only accompanying you because he’s got nothing better to do in a strange town. And if he is planning on buying you a Christmas present—because he has literally no one else besides Bucky to buy one for—he probably wouldn’t buy it now while you’re with him.

“There’s talk about combining it with the town next over. But that never goes down well for us small town folk.”

Peter scrunches his nose, shaking his head. “Every place has a personality. Combining two doesn’t guarantee a functioning third.”

“You’ve got the right.”

Two Christmases ago you had found Bucky a perfect first-edition about rejected Christmas tales. This time, however, you’re thinking something different. Last summer you had edited a book and included one of Bucky’s major plot suggestions…which made it into the final draft. Bucky doesn’t know, and getting the book for him seemed like a proper gift with meaning attached to it.

Peter watches you drift into the fantasy section. He huffs a laugh, “Another book? What are you guys? Like, 50?”

“You followed my ass into a bookstore. What did you expect? Besides, we’re both avid readers.”

“So get the dude a bookmark.”

“I’m gonna get you a bookmark, you ungrateful son of a bitch.”

Peter laughs again. He grabs a random book and inspects the cover. “What else have you gotten him? I remember you getting him a book last Christmas, too. Actually, for the past two Christmases you’ve known each other.”

“The first Christmas doesn’t count. I had literally just met him.”

“And you got him a book. What did you get him for Hanukkah?”

Anal. But you’re not about to tell your assistant that little tid-bit.

So you answer, “An appropriate gift.”

Peter shakes his head. "A book is a gift that says ‘I love you’, sure. But you need a gift that says ‘I love you, and I want to screw you forever but as husband and wife.'"

Eyes widening, you practically sprint the short distance over to cover his mouth with your hand. “Shhh!”

“What—What?” he mumbles behind it.

“Don’t you dare mention marriage in this town. The gossip will spread, and next thing you know you’re pregnant with your ex-boyfriend’s child, who may or may not be the actual father because you were plastered when you slept with three different guys that same night.”

Peter blinks, waiting a few seconds after you remove your hand from his face to speak. “That’s too specific to be made-up.”

You shrug. “Happened to a cousin of mine.”

“Did she have the kid?”

“I think so. Haven’t seen her in years—”

The sound of your name cuts off your sentence. That voice distinct—unmistakable. Turning, you’re half-convinced you imagined it. But no—there he is. Beautiful as ever, and so much older than the last time you saw him. Like Bucky, you had missed seeing him every time you visited. Two people passing through and yet, never reconnecting. The voice of the only man you dated from this town.

“Peter,” you sigh, astonished by the chance meeting.

“Yeah?” Peter answers, confused.

“No—Peter,” you say, pointing at the man walking toward you, a bright smile on his face. “Peter Quill.”

“And he is?”

Quill extends his arms out in joyful greeting, surprise written across every feature of his fine face. “Well, I’ll be damned. I’ve heard you’ve been visiting every Christmas since you got that fancy New York job!”

You accept his quick hug. “Ever since! How are you?”

“Same old, same old. Dad retired, so I manage the business now.”

“Oh, that’s great! You always wanted to be the boss!”

He runs a hand down the back of his neck, blushing. “It is great. But I want to hear about you! I haven’t seen you since—”

“Since high school graduation.”

He nods, looking you up and down. Not in a sleazy way, but in a way that conveys pure wonder. Like you were a flower that had withered and magically revived. “You’ve…grown.”

You snort softly, pointing at his chest. “Obviously, both of us did.”

He blushes again. “Well, hey. How about we meet up sometime this week and have dinner or something?”

“I was actually planning on going to Kate’s tomorrow night for the fundraiser. You should come!”

His face brightens as he accepts. “You know, I just might. I don’t remember the last time I just sat down and had a beer in public.”

“Contracting that much of a hard job?”

“I am the boss.”

Peter clears his throat beside you, a half-smile plastered on his face. A somewhat incredulous smile.

Knocked from your one-on-one, you instantly start introducing them. “Oh shit. Peter, this is Peter. Peter Parker, my assistant.”

Quill adopts a proud look. “Assistant? Damn, Bumblebee, you’ve been climbing that ladder.”

Quill was the first one out of your friends who began calling you Bumblebee for shits and giggles. Then Wanda and Kate followed, then Clint, then the whole universe. Guess you have Quill to thank for it, but it still made you squeal as a teenager. Now it just functions as a term of endearment.

Peter waves a bored hand through the air. “I don’t get her coffee if that’s what you’re imagining. I google shit for her.”

Quill nods reassuringly. “A very important job indeed.”

Peter purses his lips. “So, Peter—”

“Oh, I go by Quill. It’s been my nickname since…forever, really.”

“Quill…High school friends, then?”

Your eyes settle into a I know what the fuck you’re doing glance. As if daring Peter to investigate further.

But Quill gives him the answer he’s looking for. “We used to date.”

Peter bends forward, over-exaggerated amusement spilling from his literal pores as he slaps his palms against his knees. “Really!”

“Yeah, like ten years ago,” you deadpan.

“Still interesting news!”

Pursing your lips, you turn back to Quill. “Don’t mind him. He’s this close to being fired.”

Peter puffs, “Who else will close the blinds and lock your office door for you whenever Buck—”

Quickly, you pat Quill’s shoulder. “I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night, Quill. The festivities start at eight!”

He stares down at you, something raw flashing in his eyes. Something akin to eagerness. “Looking forward to it.” He takes whatever was in his hands and pays at the front counter, shooting you one final grin before exiting the store.

Peter steps in front of you, arms-crossed and expression smug. “You invited your ex-boyfriend to hang out with your friends and current boyfriend?”

“Hey, he’s Clint’s friend too! And Quill literally lives here.”

“Did Clint ever make out with him?”

You raise a hand to pinch your index and thumb together. “This close to being fired, Parker.”

He turns and skips down the aisle, ignoring your threat. “I feel like I’m in a movie! Small town, old boyfriend, current boyfriend, the holidays!”

Jogging to catch up to him, you basically abandon the thoughts of Christmas presents in order to convince the little shit he’s reading the situation wrong. “Nothing is going to happen with Quill ever again. Do you hear me?”

“Were you and I looking at the same man?”

Glaring, you promise, “Just because he bulked up doesn’t mean my panties are going to drop.”

“Ah, but you did notice he’s huge.”

You exit the store, leaving him a few feet back. “You’re fired.”

Dramatically, Peter presses, “But who will google the definitions of words that stump you when you’re editing?”

~

     The air conditioner blasts around your hundredth sigh. And yet, it’s still not loud enough to mask the sound of Captain Steve fucking Rogers snoring on the floor at the foot of your bed.

What the fuck was your dad thinking? This was so fucking awkward for both you and Steve, obviously, but Steve was too good of a man to say anything. He was given the opportunity to play the protect our shared daughter from boys card, and he snatched that shit right up. Now you were cursed with his snoring practically in your ear, a personal assistant sleeping on the couch downstairs, and a boyfriend a whole staircase below you. A boyfriend that was probably wide awake and low key theorizing all the ways he’d kill Steve in the morning.

Because even though he trusts Steve, and Steve has obviously shared space with you before back in New York, the mere fact you’re alone with an attractive male who is not him must be eating at his self-control. Hell, it’s eating at you. It’s not fun when Steve plays the angel card. He’s much more fun when he fights back.

“Steve,” you whisper-yell, locking your muscles tight as you wait for a response. But the only verbal response you receive is another loud snore. “Steve.”

He doesn’t stir. Slowly, painstakingly slow—you slip from under the covers and tip-toe to the door. Looking back, you’re half convinced Steve will roll over and point with a loud declaration of, “Ha-ha! Got you!”

But the big lug snores and chokes, deep in whatever sedated dream he’s currently experiencing.

Rolling your eyes, you then step out into the hallway with the grace of a literal swan. Sidestepping the noisy wooden planks, avoiding breathing when you walk past your dad’s closed door, pausing between each stair on the way down. The second you touch the carpet, you silently cheer.

Now all you’ve got to do is pass Peter Parker and Sam Wilson. Which proves easy as well, considering Peter’s draped over one couch, on his stomach, with one leg out the blanket and a hand tangled in his hair. Out cold. Sam’s on his back, arm folded over his face, and snoring loudly.

Pulling your phone out of your pajama-shorts pocket, you send Bucky a text.

Open the door.

There’s no response, but there is the distinct sound of bedsheets ruffling and soft pads of feet across the floor.

Bucky opens the door, and the soft orange light shining behind him gives him such a lovely halo, such a gorgeous glow, that you’re tempered to fall to your knees and pray.

“I’m not dueling your dad,” he says, glaring and squinting at the same time.

“Then we’ll have to be quiet.”

He huffs, leaning his forehead against the doorframe. The door is only slightly cracked open, like he’s restraining himself. “Doll…”

“Please?” Because what else can you say?

“Fuck…We’ve gone a week celibate before. How is this any different?”

Biting your lip, you admit, “Everyone’s telling me that I can’t.”

Bucky smirks a little. “So, I’m forbidden fruit?”

Now you pull out the big guns. Still biting your lip, you tilt your head down—barely—and lift your right foot up—barely—so it looks like you’re faintly tempted to cross your legs. “Please.”

Bucky’s eyes slowly close, and his nostrils flare. He pulls you in, expertly shutting the door with a faint click. Immediately, you attack his lips, kissing him feverishly. Like you’ve forgotten his taste. Like you can’t get enough.

“Doll—“

“I want to fuck you.”

Sucking in a harsh breath, Bucky asks, “Yeah?”

You nod the best you’re able, your lips still pecking his. “Mm, I want to see if you can be quiet.”

Bucky detaches himself long enough to speak, his hands gripping your waist. “And here I was thinking you were a little cockslut for me today. But you actually want to make me beg for it.”

You whine softly in response.

“Torture, is what that is. Selfish, and evil.”

You didn’t even realize Bucky had been walking you toward the bed until he crashed into it, dragging your body onto his. With him splayed out underneath you, your fantasies grow supreme.

“It’s both. I want your cock inside me, but I want to see that look on your face you only get when I fuck you just right.”

Bucky’s hips hitch upward involuntarily. “God, I love you.”

With a small giggle, you lean down to nibble on his neck.

Was it dangerous to do this on the very first night? Not exactly. If you were caught, you would just be bullied to the ends of the earth because of it. You’ll be hearing this story even when you are old and in diapers. Your dad may have some choice words with you in the morning, and his gun would definitely make an appearance—aimed at Bucky, of course—but he’d get over it.

Yes, this whole exhibitionist thing you and Bucky have going on is the slightest bit rude. You’re a guest at your father’s house, not a resident. You don’t pay the mortgage. He asked this one simple thing of you for the duration of your stay: Do not share a room with your lover, one of my best friends, under my roof.

But are you respecting his wishes? No.

Does it feel naughty and so fucking nasty, though? Yes.

By the time you get to the, “Will I feel guilty in the morning?” internal bit, Bucky’s cock is deep inside your mouth, and you’ve been stripped of all of your clothes.

Bucky grips the bed sheets as hard as he can, his metal hand squeaking in the otherwise quiet room. His breathing is erratic, but not loud enough to warrant inspection.

Popping off him, you run your tongue from the base to the tip, swirling it around and sucking—one of Bucky’s favorite moves. His tip is the most sensitive part. And when you dip the tip of your tongue over his slit, Bucky nearly shouts. His flesh hand shoots down to grip your hair, half-trying to ball it into a ponytail and half-trying to move it out of the way in whatever direction he can.

“Fuck, look at those lips,” Bucky praises. His eyes meet yours when you look up at him, cock hard on your tongue, and his mouth drops from a sudden rush of tingling pleasure that hits the base of his stomach. “Fucking born to suck my cock, huh?”

With a few final long licks and deep sucks, you release his cock to stand from the bed. “Born to suck and fuck you, Barnes,” you giggle. “Did you bring the lube?”

Bucky rests his head against the pillow, chuckling softly toward the ceiling. “I brought it in case of a quickie and we wanted to skip your prep.”

Humming, you snap open the lid and walk back to the bed. You don’t miss the hungry look Bucky has as he visibly eats your figure up. Settling between his legs, you pat the outside of his right thigh. “Open up, sweetheart.”

“God,” Bucky quietly moans, and bends his knees. Spreading them farther apart, he presents himself to you. And fuck, is he a treat. Cock hard and red, dribbling against his lower abdomen. His balls locked tight, practically begging to be fondled. And his tight, puckered hole waiting for your fingers.

Spreading some lube onto your index finger, you look up at him. “Do you want to fuck me after this?”

“Sweetheart,” he mocks, sucking in one deep breath as he watches you warm the lube between your fingers. “I don’t come unless you come, too. Got that? Don’t you dare make me feel good and then leave yourself untouched.”

“I can always return to my room and take care of myself there. This is for you.”

You say the last sentence with the most teasing tone you can conjure. Bucky Barnes is wholly complete to you. Meaning, there isn’t a puzzle piece left unturned, a secret left untold, or a wish left unsaid. And even though people claim you never stop learning about a person no matter how long you’re with them, they’re wrong about that. Because even if you “learn” something new about Bucky, it’s a given. Something you may not have guessed entirely accurate, but something irrevocably him that it proves to be the most obvious thing in the world.

And as raunchy as this example was, you know Bucky would never let you leave this room without coming at least once, but you never thought he’d declare it so hot and angrily.

“Fuck yourself in front of my friends and see what happens.”

Smiling wide, you lay the pad of your index against his hole. Bucky tenses, gritting his teeth at the sudden touch. “You want to fuck me in front of Steve?”

Bucky growls, suddenly reaching forward to grip the back of your head to tug you down. With a tiny yelp, you fall forward onto his chest, your lips a centimeter away from each other.

“That’s already happened, and it was an accident.”

Slowly, you push your finger into him. Bucky swivels his hips, the movement itself an ask for you to do something else with the intrusion.

“Oh? I remember you admitting to me that it was one of the hottest things that’s ever happened to you, even if Captain Rogers, one of your best friends, saw my wet cunt stretched around your cock.”

Bucky slams his lips against yours, his mouth parting when your finger starts sliding in and out, in and out. He tightens around you, and his hips swivel again. You rise up so you can get a better view.

“You like when people know how well you fuck me.” Pulling out, you massage his hole before lining up your middle finger. You slide both fingers in as you say, “Especially when I have to look those people in the eye the next day.”

Pumping into his body, you marvel at the way his face scrunches in pleasure. How his mouth parts and his bottom lip shines. How his throat bobs and his skin turns a dark pink. How his chest heaves and his nipples harden. Nipples you find yourself leaning toward and biting softly, pulling the pebbled tip between your teeth. Bucky whines, his breathing quickening.

“Sometimes I just want you to rip my jeans off in front of everyone and fuck me right there. I want you to talk them through it—what it feels like, what you want to do to me. I want a fucking audience for when your cock finally leaves me and I’m dripping your—“

“Doll, I’m going to need you to shut the fuck up or else I’m exploding right here, right now.”

Bending your fingers, you rub against his prostate until he’s writhing. His cock gives a slight pulse, then another and another as you nearly rub him to completion. But you alternate between fucking him with your hand as fast and coordinated as you can, then stopping to stroke him from the inside. It’s a combination that always brings Bucky to fucked-out tears.

“Tell me when you want to switch,” you assure him. “Tell me and I’m all yours.”

“You little minx,” he grunts, hands sliding along your waist and up to your tits. He pinches a nipple with his metal hand, elated when your face slackens. “Now, sweetheart. Make yourself come now.”

With one final swipe at his prostate, you remove your fingers and wipe the excess lube off on the bed sheets. Then, in one of the most practiced moves you’ve come to achieve, swing your leg over until you’re hovering over his cock, and sink onto him.

“Fuck,” he moans, gripping your hips as he readies to bounce you. But he lets one hand travel, one hand rise and smack your mound. Quickly, you cover your mouth with your hand, clenching your eyes shut.

Pussy-slapping. Huh. Everyday you find out something new about yourself.

He does it again. And again, and again, until you get the message and begin lifting your hips. Bouncing up and down, clenching purposely just to teeter him over that sweet edge, pinching his nipples whenever he did yours.

It’s rough and wet and possibly a little too loud for your predicament, but it’s too good to stop. Every spring of your hips reminds you of that glorious fullness, how the girth of Bucky’s cock burns and shocks and blesses you all at once. Reminds you of his sculpted body beneath yours, a body that has lain there and took it, a body that has draped itself over you and encased you with loving warmth. And the whimpers he expels, the way he bites his lip, the way his fingers leave masculine imprints on your skin…it’s evident you’re the same way, that your face contorts the same way his does, that your nails are leaving light red marks on his chest.

A magnificent pair—two bodies, two people attempting to reach a new height hidden at the base of stomachs, at the edges of spines, in the melting slush behind ribs.

Fuck your exhibitionist kink. You can’t stay away from Bucky because you, simply put, can’t stay away. If you weren’t horny tonight, you’d bet millions that you still would have snuck in and simply held him goodnight.

Bucky tugs you forward until you’re chest to chest, practically hugging, and holds you there as he fucks up into you. Fast, deep, desperate.

“I fucking love you,” he whispers through a moan, his voice near your ear. “Love you with all my goddamn heart.”

“I—” He hits that spot inside of you, and continues to hit it once he realizes. “I love you.”

His arms unwrap from your waist so he can grip your ass, spreading you wider as he pumps. “C’mon, Doll. Come for me. Come all over my cock like the cockslut you are.”

Biting into his shoulder, you shatter completely. Black spots impair your vision, and your back practically bows. Bucky fucks you quicker, and with a low grunt, spills into you.

Sweaty and overheating, you lift yourself with weak elbows. His eyes are still closed as you comment, “For the record, the next time I fuck you in this house, it’ll be with a strap-on and you’ll be bent over this bed, do you hear me?”

Bucky smiles through his post-orgasm daze. “Fuck yes. Make me that promise, sweetheart. Make me your cockslut.”

You chuckle deeply. “It’s funny when you say it when you refer to yourself.”

He blinks an eye open. “Funny?”

“Cute,” you correct. “Because it’s you admitting you’re as much of a horny little bastard as I am.”

Bucky snorts softly, and helps lift you from on top of him. Reaching over the nightstand, he snatches a couple tissues. He cleans what he can, but a bathroom trip is required. “You better sneak back to your room before someone gets suspicious about my light being on.”

“Maybe Steve woke up.”

“Steve sleeps through those loud as fuck broadcasted alerts and earthquakes. I highly doubt the jerk woke up on a silent night like this one.”

“Not so silent anymore.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. You dress, plant a long kiss on Bucky’s bruised lips, and slip from the room undetected. Peter hadn’t moved from his spider position and Sam still snored loudly. Nothing in the kitchen has been disturbed.

You succeeded. You actually fucking succeeded. With a wonderful tenderness between your legs and a blush on your cheeks, you gently climb the stairs and open your bedroom door. Steve lies on his stomach now, sprawled out and practically dead.

You’ll have to sleep without Bucky’s arms around you tonight, but knowing he wanted you as badly as you wanted him? Bliss.

~

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EVERY HOUR

Pairing : Professor!Bucky x Antiquarian!Reader

Summary : The day you and Bucky met in your antique shop. Four years later, you're together. Bucky became an Historian professor and he's still ho as ever.

Teaser for Romance 202

Warning : AU, fluff, smut, mentions of injuries during war, mentions of PTSD, female reader, sextoy, oral (f to m), teasing, fingering. (Tell me if I forget any!)

Minors do not interact

Word count : 2153

Author's note : A huge thank to the.stan.page on instagram who corrected my work and suggested me to turn this OS into a fanfiction. I hope you'll read Romance 202. Do not hesitate to leave a comment and revlog my work!

When you met Bucky, he wasn’t a very talkative person. He had been in the army for two years, but during his last mission he found himself trapped in a house fire. Steve, Sam and Natasha managed to save his life, but the left part of his body was burned. But the worst was his mind: his nights were filled with nightmares. The days were no better : too many sounds, too much light, too much everything.

Following this trauma, he had to have regular appointments with a therapist. As it was difficult to go out, the therapist agreed to come to Bucky's small apartment. The first few months, Bucky barely talked. One or two words or not at all. Eventually, he started to talk more about how he felt even if it was still really hard for him. A year later, it was less difficult for him to go out. Sports helped him, reading too. He also started to browse garage sales and collect vintage furniture : staying at home made him realise he never focused more on what he was interested in. But he soon discovered he loved things from the past.

Finally, he decided to move. His apartment was too small for him. It represented a bad year and he needed to leave, to have something bigger and focus on his future : becoming a professor. As Bucky loved vintage and retro style, he eventually settled for an old house, not far from the city but isolated enough, and decided to decorate it in those styles he loved.

Steve offered him his old phonograph and some furniture he inherited from his mother. Bucky found a few things in garage sales, but it wasn’t enough and he headed for an antique shop. That’s where he met you.

When he entered your shop, he felt like he was entering a place from another time. You were on the phone - probably with a client - and the device you were using was a rotary phone from the 1930s. You were wearing a beautiful dress that fitted the theme of your shop, and your smile was brighter than the sun.

He didn’t hear you talking to him as he was way to focus on an old clock that reminded him of the one his grandmother had. His sister Rebecca and he spent some of their holidays with her. When he couldn’t sleep, he always referred to its sound to know what time it was.

Unfortunately, his grandmother passed away years ago and they had to sell it to pay for her funeral. His father had abandoned them, and his mother had three different jobs so that he and Rebecca wouldn’t lack anything.

“Sir?”he finally heard a voice. Turning his head, he saw you near him, a smile still on your face.

“Sorry, I… I wasn’t really there,” he apologised, but you didn’t seem annoyed. On the contrary, you laughed lightly“Don’t worry, I can understand. This furniture is incredible. They contain a lot of memories, and sometimes - and I think it’s your case - they bring back people we miss, they remind us of our past.”

“You have a really special way of talking about all this.” Bucky told you, admiration in his voice. He knew he could hear you talk all day about your shop, about you, about anything.

He noticed that you blushed “I just love old things. They’re splendid and have something I can’t find in contemporary furniture. Anyway, I should talk less and let you look around, see if you find more treasures. If you need me, I’ll be at my desk.”

“Actually…” Fuck. What could he say? He didn’t want you to leave, your presence was so comforting. “Do… do you… can…” fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was wrong with him? “Sorry, looks like I’m at a loss for words when I’m around a beautiful woman.” He slapped himself mentally.

You blushed and avoided his gaze. You wanted to say thank you, or at least tell him that he was really handsome, that he was as special as the antique furniture in your shop, but you were never good with compliments.

“So, huh, can I help you with something?” you tried to change the subject.

Fuck, Buchanan. Now she thinks you’re weird and embarrassing. He probably ruined all his chances to ask you out. In his defence, he hadn’t dated for a while.

“Yeah, huh… I’d like to know the price for this clock, and if you have phones like the one you were using when I came in. I bought a new house and I’m redecorating,” he explained, doing his best to make you feel more comfortable and forget about the awkward situation.

However, you didn’t think he was weird. You were just too shy and wasn’ t used to someone flirting with you. Especially a man who seemed to love old things as much as you did.

“Well, the clock is $1500. Do you want it?”

“Yes please. I’ll just have to message a friend to help me carry it.” Steve had a truck large enough to transport the clock and any other furniture Bucky bought. Money wasn’t a problem for him because he inherited from his uncle a year ago.

“No problem. I’ll just hang a tag to indicate it’s sold, just in case another customer walks in and is also interested in your new clock. About the phone”, you continued after adding the tag, “I have three models left.”

On a shelf near the back of the store were three old rotary phones.

“From left to right you have the 50AL candlestick at $400. This desk set was the first free-standing dial telephone and was introduced in 1919. The model 202 at $300, introduced in 1930, and can be identified by its oval base. Finally, the model A1 at $100. In 1927, Western Electric produced its first model to use a handset, making it easier for the subscriber to use the telephone while keeping a hand free for taking notes or performing other tasks.”

Bucky was really impressed by your knowledge and was ready to buy the whole store to hear you explain every story of every object.

“I think I’m gonna take the 202. I wish I could take the candlestick too, but I have a lot of other things to buy.”

“I can understand”, you said as you were taking the phone he chose to put it in a beautiful box. You then lead him to your desk. “That will be $1800, please.”

Bucky just needed to pay. Steve would be there any minute now that he sent the message.

“I’m really lucky I have found your shop.” He hesitated, then said : “I’m James by the way.”

You stopped your movements, took a deep breath and Bucky really thought you were going to ask him to leave and never come back. But you just looked at him and your eyes were like gems to him.

“I… I’m Y/N. I’m glad you found some treasures here.”

Bucky wanted to ask for your number, but Steve decided to arrive at this exact moment and they had to leave now because he was double parked. So he waved at you, making you smile. He spent the rest of the day thinking about you, installing the clock in his hallway, and his new phone. He tried to do the latter as fast as possible for one reason : when he opened the box to unpack the phone, he found a card with a phone number and a note :

And he didn’t wait until the next day to hear your voice again.

I hope you will call me with you new phone

~Y/N

After that, you saw each other very often and after a few months, you started dating. You went together on garage sales to find antiquities for your shop, and to help Bucky set up his house. He shared his desire to become a history professor and you encouraged him and helped him.

After two years together and when he obtained his diploma, Bucky asked you to move in with him. You accepted without hesitation.

Now you were together for four years.

You were in the library part of the house, reading a book you just bought, when Bucky arrived wearing his fucking glasses, a boxer and a long vest, a newspaper in his hand.

Fuck, you thought, he is so hot. And it made you wet already.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“I love when you call me like that, sunshine.”

“Well, you’re dressed in a way, I could get on my knees for you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be on your knees. But first, I want you naked on my lap while reading the newspaper.”

He wanted to play, and you were wetter just thinking about it. Bucky sat on the couch and looked at you with.

“Don’t make me wait, sunshine. Or I’ll have to punish you.”

You slowly removed your dress, your eyes never leaving his, and asked : “Is that supposed to make me go faster?”

“I sometimes forget that you love it when I spank you”, he said while taking your hands to put you on his lap. For you, it wasn’t really fair to be the only one naked, so you tried to remove his vest. Unfortunately for you, Bucky wanted to make you wait.

Without any warning, he put a finger inside and removed it instantly, making you moan then whine at the loss.

“Try again to undress me before I finish reading, and I edge you until tonight.”

You didn’t want that… at least not today. It was always worth it when he edged you for hours, but at the moment, you weren’t patient.

“Can I at least kiss your neck ?”

“Yes my sunshine.”

You kissed him softly on his neck, sometimes playing with his hair. What made you smile was that you noticed he was struggling to focus on his reading : his neck was a sensitive part, you knew it and continued your soft kisses, biting this spot that made him weak.

However, Bucky had a little surprise for you and your pussy. You soon felt something against your clit and inside you. It wasn’t Bucky, and it was vibrating. And damn, it felt so good.

“Fuck… Jamie…”, you moaned.

“Sunshine, I can feel you dripping. You’re so wet, and that makes me so hard”, he whispered in your ear.” “Now, be a good girl and get down on your knees to suck me.”

Once you were in position, Bucky lifted your chin up and told you with a grin : “And sunshine? Don’t let the toy fall.”

You slowly took him in your mouth, squeezing your legs to keep the vibrator inside you. And it was a hard thing to do considering how wet you were. Bucky was moaning and whispering your name as you took him all in. The feeling of your mouth and tongue around his cock was sending him to heaven. But he knew it was nothing compared to your tight pussy.

What was he reading again?

“James…, he heard you moan, “gonna cum…”

Oh, no, he thought, you were not. Not on this toy. He really wanted to play but he wanted you to milk his cock, to cum around him. In a second, the toy was on the floor and Bucky inside you.

“Fuck, sunshine… you’re so tight.”

Just a few thrusts and you were coming. But it didn’t stop Bucky. He continued pounding your pussy relentlessly.

“James… fuck… so good… but can’t…”, that’s all the words you mangaged to say. Bucky didn’t stop. He wanted you. He needed you. You were his, and he was marking you. Gripping your hips, kissing you, leaving hickeys wherever his mouth stopped, sucking your nipples. It was hard to talk or even think with how your man made you feel.

“You can give me another one, sunshine. Just one more orgasm. I know you can, you will. It won’t be your first time having multiple orgasms, thanks to me.”

You were so close now, and Bucky too. You could feel it.

“Come inside James. Please.”

He didn’t need more to paint your insides white while you were cumming again around his cock. None of you moved. Your head was on Bucky’s neck and one of his hands was in your hair, the other on your lower back. You were both panting, but feeling great.

“That was so good, Jamie.”

“Did you love the toy?”

“Very much, Mr Barnes. You can use it whenever you want.”

“Don’t tempt me”, he chuckled.

“I wondered”, you started saying while looking into his blue eyes, “do you prefer having sex in the morning or in the evening?”

“Every hour if possible. So I hope you’re ready for the day.”

You moved your hips, making him moan, his cock hardening again.

“I’m ready right now, Professor Barnes.”

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Of Ash & Dust

Part 2: Stultitia hominum

The aged metal walls and tainted reddish-orange colour of rust garnishing the beams that had once been the foundations of a vast, perhaps not great morally, empire, had encompassed the area like a decrepit blanket.

It offered neither comfort nor warmth, nor had it offered anything but the dim and aged style of lighting that had suited them well enough back in the days of their triumph.

It was in the clutch of a room, something spacious and large with the rust eating away at metal, and the chain-linked barriers keeping small cells away from the openness of the room you had remained in.

The cells were no larger or more spacious than would be allotted for a man to stand with hunched shoulders. There had been support posts that had been worn down or eaten away, either made for a bed or some kind of cot, though neither would have been comfortable.

Or so you surmised, judging by the state of the rest of the room.

You had gained little ground in the manner of finding out what this facility was meant to do, having accessed a few files under the names of project Insight, Deathlok and Centipede; however, most files were either corrupted, inaccessible or destroyed.

As for the two men you had discovered in the crypt chambers, the files you had been able to access had spoken of their lives in the 1900s to the last records in the years of 2015/2016. You had gained access to almost every detail of their lives to a certain point, and it was these facts that you had been studying since you had left their cryo-chambers for the inner workings of the facility.

“Alert.” The autonomous voice had spoken in your ear through your comm. “Fifteen minutes until the cryogenic freezing is reversed.”

“Fifteen minutes,” you tapped your comm twice to bring forth the holographic display of files and databases you had accessed while you were here in the decrepit facility, even in the short time you were in this room and selected the two files on the men that had been frozen.

“Steven Grant Rogers was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1918. Joseph and Sarah Rogers, a soldier that had died in the First World War and a nurse that died in a TB ward.” You had extended your hand for the file and tapped twice, bringing up facts that you had already known from searching earlier.

“James Buchanan Barnes was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1917. He was born to a wealthy family, George Barnes and Winnifred Barnes. James Barnes had four younger sisters, the only one known was Rebecca Anne Barnes.”

There had been matching pictures of the two men in olive green uniforms, the matching colours and structures having belonged to the 107th division, although there was a clear difference in rank between the two men. One, Steve Rogers, was a captain and had been labelled Captain America, while James Barnes was a sergeant.

“Both men had been thought to have died in the war.” You hummed and slowly pushed yourself to stand, the holographic files moving with you, shifting as you had shifted to always remain in front of you.

“But it was revealed in 2011 and 2014 that both men respectively were still alive, both frozen at some point.” You dusted yourself off and reached into one of your pockets, feeling around for a small device that was akin to an electromagnetic field, the device providing you protection from the men if they had come out hostile.

You didn’t know what to expect, you didn’t know how they would react upon coming out of cryo, and while it was certainly a practice that had been used many times before, the machines these men were in had been archaic at best. The machines now were much more compact and streamlined and had far fewer side effects than these machines.

“Ten minutes until the cryogenic freezing is reversed. Your droid chirped in your ear, communicating your timeline in a pleasant yet artificial voice. “Ten minutes-“

“Threat level?” You questioned, closing the holographic database and returning your frontal vision to normalcy.

“Scanning and analyzing threat level.” Your droids voice had fallen short again, the quietude of the abandoned space was chilling.

There was nothing around you to take notice of, nothing but the sound of your footsteps and breathing. There was no sign of life in this abandoned facility, nothing but the remnants of some organization with hidden or depleted documents that could have given you insight into their business.

There was nothing but the lost touch of HYDRA, the stamped names written on walls and metal cages that were being eaten away by rust and the harsh bite of time.

It was eery.

“Threat level detected, the potential to be high risk if not armed. Be advised that Captain Steve Rogers was altered DNA and Sergeant James Barnes has an artificial limb that is made from some unknown metal.” Your drone had given you the warning, a quick-fired advanced notice that was coming before you had to go back and deal with the two men in the chambers.

“Thanks for the heads up.” Your departure back through the facility was marked with stilled silence and the sound of your breathing.

It was a look into the past that was long forgotten and left behind, the marred and eaten metal that would have once been pristine and sharp. The steel that would have been perfected and carried strength in its conception was now broken and bent, marred by time and the weight of the years inflicted upon it.

It was a captured image and look at the world before the ragged and toxic clutch of time, of Stark and his tyranny.

But maybe it was more than that. Maybe it wasn’t just the clutches of time and the weariness of the world shifting around the places of the past, maybe there was a ravaged fight that had taken place to further destruction.

Maybe it was natural; maybe it was manufactured.

“Five minutes.” The drone had given you another alert just as you had made your way back to the chambers, the cryogenic freezing nearing completion.

With the mix of processing gasses and chemicals almost dissipated, you were given a better look at the two men who were trapped inside. There was little blocking your view of the men seemingly bound together in this frozen state, the two men frozen in time in chambers of the past world.

The man on the left, you could see, was Captain America judging by the tactical suit he had been wearing that was kept as safe from the clutch of time as the man himself had been.

His suit was dark blue and reinforced with padded shoulders and protective materials around his shoulders and chest. There was a clearly outlined white star in the middle of the chest that had been greyed, likely before he was frozen.

The uniform was further broken up from the blue chest with a background of greying white, and thick, faded, red stripes that had been drawn down from the chest piece until the waist. The same shade of faded red was seen in a few pieces on his arms, pulling the whole tactical uniform together in a conceptualization of the American flag, in some way.

“Captain America.” You had set your hand against the glass, feeling a soft yet steady hum from the machine. “Which means-“

“The Winter Soldier,” the drone had cut you off, delivering a new accessed patch of files that had come without the time frame allowed for you to read it before the process was complete, “is Sargeant James Barnes. “

“The Winter Soldier,” you stepped before the other chamber and gazed at the man behind the barrier, studying his features with the same intensity that you had studied the captain with, “is the Sergeant.”

Unlike the man, who was with Sergeant Barnes, the Winter Soldier had not had a tactical suit like the Captain.

Instead, he was wearing a thickened deep black jacket that was reinforced internally with the left sleeve cut off displaying the sleek metal arm that had been branded with a red star on the shoulder. You could only see an inch of his bottom half, you could sparsely make out the appearance of some kind of militarized cargo pants that you had surmised carried the same strength as his jacket.

His hair was long, brushing against the nape and bottom of his neck, the curtains of hair falling into his face, with stubble dusting his cheeks and neck, the beginnings of a beard adorning his strong jaw.

Both of the men were beautiful, both of the men were tall and had cut imposing figures.

There was no indication of what the Winter Soldier was, or why the name had been given to him, nor was there any indication that he was any more of a threat than his friend was.

“One minute.” Your drone was hovering, the green light continuously scanning the chambers as you waited for the men to be out, to be freed from the cryogenics.

“One minute.” You had stepped away from the chambers and grasped the device you had meant to have readied sooner, and pulled it out of your pocket.

You had turned the small orb over in your hand before you felt the small trigger button on the top of the smooth orb. You flexed your finger and pushed the button in to initialize the safety device, receiving a series of small vibrations before you knew to let it go.

As the orb had fallen to the floor and rolled a few inches away, a pulse akin to electromagnetic technology had started to radiate from the metal, surrounding the area in a safety net that would render most weapons useless. If they had attempted to physically strike, the device would administer a mild shock that would debilitate them where they had stood.

The start of a gentle hiss that had begun pouring out from the bottom of the chambers had arisen with the end of the freezing process. You were readying yourself, preparing yourself with a few electrostatic disks that were usually used to neutralize potentially dangerous high emittance emergency sirens of buildings.

You had discovered and learned that those same discs could be used in self-defence if someone had tried to attack you while you were unaware. The discs would emit a pulse that could bring grown men to their knees without a fight.

“Process complete.” The drone’s green radiating light had ceased and the device had flown back to your palm, the small little thing compressing back into its travel size, leaving you alone with the men to witness the top and bottom half of the separating and allowing the two men to finally be earthed after so many years after being frozen.

You waited and watched with bated breath as the last lingering effects of the cryogenic freezing had dissipated and the two men had started to come back to the real world. There was a moment when you felt as if time had stopped completely as if you would never feel the shudder of your breath or the beat of your heart.

There was nothing to kickstart your heart or lungs back into functionality again until you saw their eyes fluttering open, the start of the two men coming back to the waking world.

“They look like they’ve seen better days,” POGO had claimed, precariously scurrying across the floor as he crossed the room back to your side, climbing up your leg to your shoulder, “old relics.”

“Steve-“ the first spoke, stumbling from the chamber with a thick and hoarse cough coming from his mouth. His hands, both flesh and metal, had rested on his knees while he gathered himself.

“Buck-“ Captain Rogers was next, almost as worse for wear as they both had been heavily afflicted by the years and decades spent inside the frozen chambers.

They had yet to notice you, yet to pay you any mind. You had remained as still as possible as they, and their bodies, had started to get used to the immediate release from the cryogenic chambers. You had studied them, watched them as they stood close to each other, and had finally and truly recognized how physically imposing they were.

Both men were over 6’2”, both as broad as they were thickly built, with the sheer impressive size and muscular strength making you second guess having not prepared better.

“Hi-“ the sound of your voice greeting them had elicited a reaction of proactive fight instincts, and the resulting jerk of their bodies had done exactly what you hadn’t wanted.

The pulse of the device you had set up for your protection and the disks POGO had carried himself, had brought both men to their knees within a single moment. They were dragged down, rendered unable to move and you had reacted just as quickly, with a swift kick of the orb that was pulsating, the field was cut out and you were able to approach.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would react like that. Are you okay? Are you both okay?” You crouched in front of them, the two of them still reeling from the pulsation that had rendered them unable to move.

“Where the hell are we? What the hell was that?” Sergeant Barnes had hissed, holding his flesh hand against his side, his jaw clenching with every breath.

“Shit, I think you’re hurt. POGO-“

“I have located three different first aid kits nearby under some rubble. Would you like me to grab one?” Your robotic friend had hopped from the ledge he was at to approach, tilting his head.

“Where the hell are we? Where is Stark?” Captain Rogers asked with tentative aggression, slowly starting to rise again. “Tony Stark-“

“Tony Stark?” You furrowed your brows and eased back onto your heels. “Tony Stark is dead. He’s been dead for nearly a century and a half.”

There was silence, egregious and tense. It lasted a single moment before Steve Rogers had spoken in a whisper, shocked and at a loss.

“…how long have we been cryogenically frozen?”

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INSATIABLE -(Bucky Barnes/Reader/Steve Kemp) Part 1 (of a possible series)

Marvel Masterlist Summary: Y/N has moved across the country to the nice state of Oregon after a fall out with her family.  As she continues her journey down the desolate road she comes upon a mysterious stranger. Despite her inner confliction she befriends him. Little did she know, knowing him would change her life.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a while. Maybe I could make this a series? (I feel bad because I have so many unfinished stories lol)

A/N: If this becomes a series I would like everyone under the age of 18 to not interact. This will be very dark. I hope you understand an enjoy!

"You know what you need to do right?" Steve asks as he rushes around the small living room picking up his essentials. 

"Yes sir..." The asset responded. 

"My wife and kids expect me to be back at the house before 11 for my kids soccer practice so hurry and repeat it back to me." Steve says as he walks to his front door. The asset stills for a moment before responding. 

"Put on casual clothes, go into town on foot and if possible hitchhike into town, analyze potential vic-" 

"They are not "Victims" Asset..." Steve says as he walks up to him. 

" If you see them as victims you will begin to sympathize with them." He says gently smacking his cheek a couple of times. 

"Now again." Steve says and the Asset nods. 

"Put on casual clothes, go into town on foot unless someone offers a ride, analyze and scout potential livestock, capture said livestock by any means necessary." The Asset finishes and Steve sighs. 

"And what should you find out about them? What is your name?" He asks and the Asset responds. 

"Make sure there is no obstacles, i.e Family or friends who would be searching for them. My name... My name is James..." Steve nods and pokes the Assets forehead. 

"I paid a pretty penny for you... If only they knew what they were giving up..." Steve says as he pats his shoulder. 

"Smart and pretty is what you are! Makes my job a hell of a lot easier." He says opening the door. 

"Make sure the rest stay fed yeah?" The Asset nods. 

"Yes sir..." Steve nods back before exiting and shutting the door.

"I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper ring duh duh, duh duh," You continue to hum the rest of the song.  

You decided to take a road trip. You quit your job and packed up what you had in your little apartment in Florida and head West. You decided to see what was beyond the East Coast. This is your third day on the road and you are on a long stretch of road in the middle of no where. As you continue you see a figure on the side of the road. You slow down to a slower pace to see what you could identify. He looked worn out and his clothes looked dirty. He was carrying a backpack and that is all you could see as you passed him. You continue to drive before ultimately coming to a stop a mile or so down the road. You swore to yourself that you would never pick up a hitchhiker. You know you (Mothers name) Would be rolling in her grave if you did. Against your better judgment you make a U-Turn. Now that you see him from the front he doesn't seem so bad. You pull over on the opposite side of the road and roll down your window. 

"Hey!" You call out and the man pauses. He turns to look at you. 

"Do you need a ride?" You ask and the man looks back and forth down the road before crossing the street. 

"If you don't mind... My car broke down and I am trying to get to town." He says. 

This makes you pause. "I didn't see a car..." You say debating on letting this man in your car now. 

"There is a trail some miles down that way." He says pointing down the street he was walking from. 

"I like to camp... It's peaceful out here..." He says but his eyes look so far away as he looks into yours.

 "Anyway I was heading out of the woods in my truck when it blew a fuse." He says. 

"Could you not have called someone?" You ask as you look him up and down.

 "There's no service..." He says and you quickly look at your phone to see that there is indeed no service. 

"Oh uh... What is your name? I want to know who I am riding with..." You say with a nervous laugh. 

"James..." He says and you hold out your hand. 

"Nice to meet you James. I'm (Y/N)." You say and he nods shaking your hand. 

"Um... Hop in." You say unlocking the passenger side door. He nods again and releases your hand before going around the front of the car and to the passenger side. You quickly move all the fast food bags and wrapper to the back seat where it is full almost to the top with moving boxes. He sits down once you are done. 

"Sorry I have been on the road for a bit." You say as you look in the rear view mirror. 

He nods. "That's fine I understand."

As you are driving you decide to get to know him. "Is there a place where I can drop you off once we get to town?" You ask. 

"Where do you live?" James stills. 

"I kind of live everywhere." The way he speaks sounds stiff as if he has talked this much in a long time. 

"Everywhere?" 

"Yeah... I have an apartment in town and a small house in the woods." This makes you quirk a brow. 

"I thought you said you were in a camp..." James nods.

 "I am but houses still have electricity. I like to unplug on occasion." He says. 

His voice starts to sound less strained as he talks. "I have never went camping believe it or not." You say with a laugh.

 "Really? Why not?" 

"Well for one. I had no one to go with, for two I am really scared of the dark as well as being alone. For three uh... The woods kind of scare me..." You say. 

"Did your dad not take you?" He asks. 

"Uh... He couldn't really... I never met him. Well not until recently." James looks over at you. 

"What does that mean?" He asks and you sigh. 

"I don't want to dump my trauma on you... I just met you..." You say blushing in embarrassment. 

James takes a minute to respond. As if he is trying to gather what he is trying to say. 

"I was never one for small talk..." He says. 

"It doesn't show who you really are..." You look over for a moment. 

"You think so?" You ask and he hums a 'Yes.' 

"So if I were to ask you your favorite color you'd be annoyed?" You ask with a laugh. 

He shakes his head. "No... I'd just think you are generic." 

"Woooowww So I am just a basic bitch huh?" You say with a smirk.

 "N-No that's not..." 

"I'm just playing James... Soooo deep stuff?" You ask. 

"Mhm..." He responds. 

"Okay... Where would I start?" He shrugs and there is silence throughout the car. 

"I'm an amputee..." He says quietly. 

"I lost it in Iraq..." This makes your eyes widen. Now that you think about it you didn't see a left arm. Or at least the sleeve was empty. 

"I-" 

"Please don't pity me..." James says. 

"I have enough of that..." James voice seems to break. 

"I... I don't know what to say..." You say and stay silent for a moment. 

"I would say 'Thank you for your service' but that seems generic." James lets out a chuckle. 

"Yeah... No need to be a basic bitch..." He says some humor hidden in his tone. This makes you burst into laughter.

"Okay I guess it's my turn..." You say and focus on the road. 

"When I mean I met my dad recently it is more like 5 years ago... He left my mom and my sister when I was born and he recently popped up..." You say. 

"What do you mean by popped up?" He asks. 

"My mom died 5 years ago and once he heard about it he came to collect what "is rightfully mine." He was high on drugs during her funeral..." 

"How old are you?" James asks. "I will be 24 in (Your birth month)." 

"You were still a teenager when she died... I'm sorry..." He says and you sigh.

 "My sister and him live in Florida... She is determined to get him into rehab. I swear to god she is delusional. He left us and all he wants is money... She doesn't see that..." 

"Do you still talk with your sister?" You shake your head. 

"I told her I wanted nothing to do with him and in turn wanted nothing to do with her... She kicked me out the next day..." You feel his hand place itself on your shoulder. You know you should shrug it off but you felt comforted by it. You haven't said any of this out loud in so long. It felt nice to let it out. 

"I have a sister... Well had..." He says and releases your shoulder. 

"She died of Cancer while on my 2nd tour... I didn't get to see the funeral."

 "I'm really sorry James." You say and sigh. 

"I guess we both are a little broken huh?" James chuckles and nods. 

"I guess so..." You turn up the music in the car. 

"Lets jam!" You say and James chuckles as he nods his head to the beat.

An hour or so later you finally see your first stop light. "Hey it looks like we are almost there!" You say pointing ahead of you. 

James nods. "I can see that." 

"Is there a place I can drop you off? I don't want to leave you stranded." James sighs. 

"Look... I don't want to be weird..." You go through the light once it turns green.

 "Weird about what?" You ask and he sighs again. 

"I owe you one right?" 

"I me-" 

"I owe you one. How about I help you unpack?" 

"Oh I don't want to bother you. You must have been tired walking all that way."

 "My mother would be cursing me from her grave if I didn't help you... Please... I might not be able to pick up some boxes but please..." You pause as you stop at another red light. 

"Okay... Okay fine lets go." You say with a smile. 

You drive toward the apartment complex. You hate to think it but you are starting to feel slightly sorry for him. He seems like he really wants a friend and since you are moving to a whole other state you might need one as well. 

"I guess today is your lucky day because my complex is a block or so from a tow/car place... I forgot what you call them." You say slightly flustered as you back up into your designated parking space. 

"It seems to be slipping my mind..." James says with a small smile though it seems slightly forced. 

"Lets not worry about it..." You look at your phone as you take the keys out of the ignition. 

James gets out of the car as do you. The two of you begin to unload the car. 

"Put that box on my shoulder."

 "What?" He nods to the box that says 'Clothes' 

"James it will be-" 

"Don't say it will be to heavy... I got it." He says. 

You sigh and nod as you struggle to get the box to shoulder height. He leans down with his right shoulder and wraps his right arm around it and stands up fully. 

"See? I got it." He gives a nod. 

You pick up a smaller box and lead the way up the outdoor stairs and into the hallway. You stop in front of your apartment and unlock the door and step inside.  James follows you and stays near the front door. 

"Uh... You can set it in the living room." James nods and goes toward a living room like space. 

The entire place is unfurnished and James seems to notice this. "Where is all the furniture? I didn't see a U-Haul or anything with you." You set your box on the counter in the kitchen. 

"Oh uh... I kind of picked up what I could and left... I don't really have that much money so it might stay like this for a while haha..." You say nervously. 

For some reason you didn't want him to look down on you due to your situation.

 "B-But that's okay! I don't mind!" You say and he nods as he begins to walk back outside.

 You follow as you head back to your car. "So do you have any job?" He asks and you shrug putting down another box. 

"Not yet... But I should find one honestly... I paid my rent for 3 months in advance so I could have time to find one. It is surprisingly cheap here." You say with a smile. 

"What about you?" James takes a moment which confuses you.

 "I'm a contractor. I take jobs where ever I can find them.... Mainly construction..." You nod. "That's interesting." You say with a smile.

A bit of time went by and you have all the boxes inside. "Do you want some food?" You ask and he shrugs. 

"I mean I don't have any here but we could get take out?" You ask and he pauses. 

"Sorry you must have places you want to be. We just met each other. I'm sorry if I put to much pressure on you." You say looking away. 

It is true. You don't know this man and now he knows where you live. If you were in your right mind because apparently you aren't you wouldn't have picked him up in the first place. 

James begins to speak. "Sure I can stay for a little bit... I'll pay." 

You shake your head. "Oh no you don't have to do th-" "I owe you one now. Don't worry about it." He says as he picks up his phone and looks at you. 

"What are you hungry for?" He asks and you pause for a moment. 

"How about Chinese?" You ask and he nods before looking up the closest Chinese place. 

He then asks what you would like and you proceed to tell him your order as you begin to unpack some pots and pans. He stands near the kitchen counter as you do this. 

"Is there anything I can help with?" He asks and you nod. 

"Could you put some of the food into the fridge?" He nods and proceeds to do that. By the time you both were done with the Kitchen boxes James got a notification on his phone. 

"The food is ready... I forgot to mention that this place doesn't deliver but it is just down the street. I'll go get it okay?" You nod and say. 

"Alright stay safe! It is getting kind of late." He nods before leaving

As the Asset is walking to get the food he makes sure to duck out of sight from the apartment. He checks his phone. 

By the time James returns You are already unwrapping a rug and blowing up a mattress for you to sleep on. He knocks on the door before entering. You walk over and look through the peep hole. Once you see that it's James you smile and unlock the door to open it. 

"Heya!" You say as you let him in. 

"Hey." He says with a slight smile lifting up the bag of take out before walking over to the kitchen and setting it down on the counter. You shut the door behind him and debate on locking it. 'I don't want to freak him out so I won't lock it.' You think to yourself as you turn and follow him to the kitchen. He seemed to work fast because he was already setting the food out and grabbing plates. 

"Thank you James I guess I owe you one." You let out a laugh. 

"I guess we will be in debited to each other for a long time if we keep doing this." James lets out a chuckle and nods. 

"Yeah... I guess we will." He says as he stares into your eyes. 

"I guess you do owe me one..." He says just above a whisper. You feel your body become hot as blood rushes to your cheeks. You quickly grab your food and begin eating. 

"I-Is it getting hot in here? I think it's getting hot in here haha." You say as you walk toward the living room and set your food on the now fully blown mattress.

 After making sure it wouldn't spill you walk over to one of the many windows. "I'm just going to open a window..." You say as you open one. 

James only hums as he comes into the living room with his food and sits down next to yours. When you finish opening the window you walk over and sit down. You both continue to eat in silence. 

"It is getting kind of late..." James says. "Is it?" You ask and look at your phone.

 It says 11PM and your eyes widen. "I am so sorry James! I didn't realize. You don't think it is to late to tow your car?" 

"Uh... No I don't think so. Pretty sure they are open 24 hours." You nod. 

"Oh! Well take the plastic bag so you can carry your food!" James nods and stands up. 

You stand up as well and pick up both plates of food. James follows you to the kitchen and you put each plate of food into their respective containers before putting his into the take away bag and handing it to him. 

"Well I hope you get there safe." You say with a shy smile. 

"Yeah... Stay safe and... congrats on the new apartment." He says with a tight smile. 

You nod and walk him to your door and he steps out. "See you around (Y/N)." He says and you wave. 

"Bye James!" You see him walk down the hall and down the stairs until he is out of sight. You shut the door and sigh as you begin to get ready for bed.

#fresh steve #steve kemp #Bucky Barnes #fresh movie #james bucky barnes #fresh 2022 #marvel #marvel bucky barnes #bucky x reader #winter solider x y/n #winter soldier x reader #dark #future whump #future angst #temporary fluff #possible steve kemp x reader #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader x steve kemp

[buckyownsmylife]

oh simple thing - bucky barnes, steve rogers smut

The one where she’s in charge

Warnings: smut, anal play, fem dom, poly!relationship, praise kink, sub!Bucky, sub!Steve, rimming/anal play (on the boys)

A/N: this is part of the A Shared Future universe.

Steve’s P.O.V.

Things changed since that night where Y/N took control and had us give her what she wanted. It wasn’t a complete 180, but it was definitely there, whenever Bucky allowed her some space to flex her cute little claws and mount me, taking her pleasure however she saw fit.

It was safe to say that Bucky was also enjoying this experience, this opportunity to learn more about himself. I loved seeing him understand what it felt for me to be under his control, and our bond was now deeper than it had already become once we invited Y/N into our relationship.

So it was only a matter of time until we took it a step further. I waited until Bucky approached the subject, as he was obviously the one who had more to overcome to be able to explore this with us.

“So… Sweetheart,” he addressed her one day, clearing his throat, and I perked up at the timidness in his voice, already having an inkling as to what he was going to ask her. “Do you remember that night that you punished me?”

Her eyebrow quirked and she nodded, attention having been raised from the book on her lap to focus on the man between us. It had barely been a month, of course she remembered. I doubted any of us would ever forget.

“Would you… Would you be interested in doing it again?” He sounded so hesitant. It was so unlike the Bucky I was used to seeing, the Bucky he had become after months of coaching him out of his trauma, it made me reach out for his hand so I could rub gentle circles to the back of it.

“You want me to punish you, James?” She asked, abandoning the book on the couch to kneel before him, a sultry look on her face that had me gulping, my cock immediately hardening. I had no doubt Buck was feeling much the same way. “Why? Have you been a bad boy?”

I saw the way he bit on his lower lip as she threw her leg over his lap to settle on it, pulling him by the back of his head to capture his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. They separated with a smack, and before I could remember I was actually there and not just an audience member of what had to be the sexiest porn ever created, she turned to me and pulled me to kiss her too, humming in delight when her tongue penetrated my mouth.

“You boys make me so happy,” she sighed once we parted, and when she opened her eyes to meet ours, there was mischief written all over them. “You want to be good for me so I’ll be good to you?”

My cock couldn’t possibly get any harder than it did at Bucky’s immediate and submissive little nod, the shy smile on his face that he didn’t allow to take over his entire expression. 

“Perfect.” I felt anticipation rising inside of me, trying to figure out her next move, but much to my surprise, she climbed down from his lap and threw herself in the space between us, sighing softly. “I have a few things planned for the very near future. You two better be ready for it.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Turns out, they weren’t all that ready for it. It’s not like they tried to pounce or me or something - they respected me too much to do something that would force me past my comfort zone when I wasn’t ready for it.

No, what happened was that Bucky and Steve became the whiniest, most anxious babies I had ever come to meet in my entire life. And the worst part about it? They didn’t even come out and say it explicitly. So I just had to deal with two weeks of huffs and crossing and uncrossing of legs, eyes clearly settled heavily on me but that would quickly divert once I turned to check on them with a raised eyebrow.

Turns out, not knowing what I was about to do and when I would do it was almost torturous to them, especially to Bucky. But I figured that much was understandable since he was so used to being the one in control.

It all made me feel even more excited and special about being the one who would help them explore this.

Finally, after what the boys probably considered to be fourteen days too late, my packages arrived and I was ready to assume the role I was eager to explore.

I waited for an afternoon where I knew they wouldn’t come home before I wanted them to be there and set everything up, feeling that instigating mixture of nerves and anticipation that had me giggling to myself.

I did my makeup with the utmost care, paying special attention to how I hydrated my skin before putting on the leather high heel boots I had bought and the long silky robe over my otherwise naked skin.

I was ready to take care of my boys now.

“Sweetheart?” It was Bucky’s voice that sought me out first, when I heard the keys dangling by the door. “You home already?” I remained silent, sat by the same chair I had occupied the night that I made Bucky realize there was a little bit of a submissive in him.

My legs were crossed so just enough skin of my thighs would show. The perfect amount to entice them.

“Darling?” This time, it was Steve’s voice, and it came from much closer. He was the first one to see me, stopping by the door, mouth hanging open at the sight that awaited him.

“What’s wrong?” I heard James speak behind him before I saw his figure approach until he could look over our boyfriend’s shoulder. “Holy fuck.” I wanted to grin at the success of my plan, but I forced the smile to become more of a smirk.

“Come in,” I ordered, enjoying how they rushed to fulfill my demand until they were standing by the foot of the bed. Bucky reached for his shirt almost instinctively, and it took Steve’s slap on his hand to get him to realize that I hadn’t allowed that yet.

“It’s okay,” I granted wanting to see their beautiful bodies completely exposed. “I want you two to undress each other.” They both smirked, turning to stare at one another, hands reaching out for their clothing until Steve looked at me.

“Can I kiss him, miss?” Fuck. I liked that. 

“Yes, good boy.” I nodded, knowing how Steve enjoyed being praised. “Kiss him deep, that way I know you can do.” Steve’s eyes were heavy-lidded when his hands came up to cradle Bucky’s face, pulling the other man to meet his lips. The kiss was messy, all tongues and teeth and by the time they parted to breathe, the rest of their clothes laid by their feet, on the floor.

“What now… miss?” Bucky was the one to ask, rushing to correct himself when he realized he could have potentially sounded impertinent. It was hard to stifle a giggle at his nervous behavior. I wasn’t used to see him act that way.

“Now I want you to keep your eyes on me.” I made sure they were doing as I told when my hands wrapped around the straps of the robe and I pulled it undone, leaving it on the floor before I approached my boyfriends. The reverence in their eyes were all of the ego boost I needed to keep going, seeing them look at me like that, almost as if they had forgotten how to speak.

“Get on you hands and knees on the bed.” Bucky frowned but Steve did as I said without any hesitation, softly pulling the other supersoldier to follow. They assumed the position I wanted, side by side, and I could see James was trembling in an effort to hold back from looking over his shoulder, figuring out what I was going to do.

There was a lot I wanted to do, so much I wanted to explore. But before I could do that, I needed to be sure of something. So I climbed up on the bed in front of them, holding each of their jaws.

“Do you boys trust me?” This time, there was no hesitation from any of them.

“Yes,” Steve nodded.

“Blindly,” Bucky confirmed it, and for that, they both got a quick peck on the lips, just enough to leave them wanting more. Then I resumed my position behind them, taking in the sight of their asses and licking my lips at it. 

Now, the fun part began. Grabbing the lube I’d strategically positioned close to me earlier, I made sure to pour a significant amount on both of them before I started to tease them, one hand on each boy, massaging their ass.

“Is this what the two of you wanted? Me to take care of your needs?” Steve easily moaned a ‘yes’, but Bucky held back, hands fisting the sheets before him when my hand slipped down to circle his puckered hole.

“You have to be a good boy, remember? Otherwise, you’ll only get to watch while I fuck your boyfriend.” A sharp inhale let me know I was in the right direction, and he struggled to control his hips when I let my finger slip in past the first knuckle.

“Yes, miss.” Grinning, I leaned down to kiss his cheek while I buried a finger in Steve’s ass too. I knew this was hard for him, so I was prepared to reward every little victory along the way.

“Good boy.” He whined loudly when I managed to fit another one in each of them, keeping my movements the same and watching for the difference in their reactions. While Steve was open about his pleasure, moans and whimpers spilling freely from his delicious lips, Bucky struggled to reel in his sounds, body trembling as his muscles tensed up under my ministrations.

“You know you can give into the pleasure, don’t you, James?” I licked my lips when I noticed how intensely he was listening to me, trying to grasp onto every little bit of my authority while not letting it affect him too deeply.

It wasn’t working.

“Look at Steve,” I commanded, and when he didn’t, I thrusted my fingers inside of him more harshly. “Look at him.” I waited until his head turned to the side, his face pressed into the pillow so he could meet our boyfriend’s beautiful blue eyes. They looked blissfully out of it, and it made me wetter than anything else to know I was able to affect them like this.

“Don’t you want to feel that way?” I asked, licking my lips at the sight of Bucky reaching for Steve’s hand to press a kiss against the back of it. They kept them tightly joined on the mattress and it got to me in a way I never though a loving gesture ever could.

“Don’t you want to let go and let me take care of you?” At long last, I saw him nod. It was a small nod, almost hesitant, and he kept his eyes on Steve the entire time, as if drawing courage from the other supersoldier to go through with this, but when I felt his body melt against the bed, releasing all of its tension, I knew he had succumbed to the pleasure I could give him.

“Oh, fuck, James…” I praised, looking from him to Steve and back to him again. “You take my finger so well. And you, honey…” I turned to Steve, who looked over his shoulder at me with a smile on his face. “You’re so perfect for me. My perfect boys. You make me so happy.”

I felt them coming even before Bucky’s broken cry resonated through the room, his free hand curled into a fist that he used to hit the mattress, trying to control his reactions but still losing the fight as he thrusted back against my fingers and gave into bliss.

Biting my lip to contain my grin, I slowed my thrusts until I could slip my fingers from them, and then climbed on the bed to gather the two much larger men in my arms as best as I could. 

“I love you both so much,” I whispered, pressing kisses to their foreheads while my fingers danced over the soft skin of their backs. “Thank you for trusting me enough to do this.”

I waited until their breathing got deeper again, denouncing their recovery, to tease, “I didn’t think you’d be able to hold back. I’m so proud of you.” Steve chuckled, face pressed to my other thigh, while Bucky slowly blinked back into his usual demeanor.

“It was harder to relax than I thought it would be…” He admitted, drawing random patterns on the inside of my thigh. “But you did a fantastic job, doll. The prettiest dom there ever was.”

I giggled at his words, shaking my head at how he kept flirting with me even now that he had me. “I just did what I love when you do to me…” I admitted, playing with Steve’s strands while I looked deep into Bucky’s eyes. “Now, let’s clean you boys up… and the bed!” I cringed, realizing the mess we’d made.

#my fics #a shared future #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes reader #steve rogers reader #steve rogers reader insert #bucky barnes reader insert

[navybrat817]

Imagine being Bucky’s training partner and getting easily distracted cause of how hot he is😩

Okay, but's let's imagine that Bucky is using a training knife while sparring with you. And you try not to get distracted by his gorgeous blue eyes, the scent of his cologne, the slutty sweatpants, the whole package.

Oh, his package.

Which is what you're thinking about when he puts you on your back.

You hope he didn't hear the whine you let out when he put the "blade" against your neck because you do not have a knife kink.

But super soldier hearing, he totally heard it, and maybe tests a theory of his as he drags the knife down your torso.

Maybe he'll have to pay you a visit later.

Maybe.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #possible future fic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #yes please #do we like this? #sergeantbarnessdoll #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[biteofcherry]

"You stole all the covers and got me cold, so it's only fair I steal your underwear and get warm inside you"

😳 wow, that's a hot line 🥵 daaamn

It's your friend's older brother, Bucky, with whom you're sharing a bed in a small mountain lodge (because your friend and her boyfriend selfishly took the other available bed, telling you that you and Bucky are mature adults who can simply share a bed without making it awkward).

Bucky's a mountain range guide and is taking care of your small group for free. He's very stern about safety and proper behavior on hiking trails, but also caring and answers all your curious questions about the area, flora, as well animals roaming the mountain range.

He's also very handsome and a little intimidating, even when he speaks in that soft, low tone.

So when he slowly slides your shorts down your legs, while pining you down to the mattress, you can only stare at him with wide eyes and increasing heart rate.

His thumb draws lazy circles on your clit while he compliments you - how sweet you are, how beautiful, how smart, You're a good girl, ain't you baby?

You're already a tad wet, but not wet enough not to feel the burn of his cock sliding inside you. Bucky's fast, clamping his hand over your mouth when you nearly scream. But the drag of his length inside of you is slow. He's cherishing every second of it.

#fun weekend thing #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #mountain guide bucky barnes #to write in the future maybe

[crazyunsexycool]

I was thinking it would be fun to do a get to know them game for my future series!

If you don’t know what they are here’s a link:

Series

My asks are open!!!!

#future series #Crazyunsexycool #asks are open #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky x reader #steve x reader #captain america #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #sam wilson #Tony stark #Thor #thor odinson

[captainsimagines]

the warmth of the future || B.B || Masterlist

Summary: It’s been two years since you fell in love with Bucky Barnes, and the holidays are just around the corner. With even more love, more friends, and more family in attendance, you and Bucky fully intend to enjoy these days with as little drama as possible. But that’s not always the case with a relationship like yours, is it?

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes x (Fem) Reader

Trope: DBF Bucky Barnes ; Established Relationship ; Holiday Fanfic

Based on the Song(s): ‘Willow’ by Taylor Swift 

This Mini-Series is completed. (THIS IS A SEQUEL TO “THE WARMTH OF WINTER”)

AO3 Link

Warnings: This series deals with heavy sexual situations that include: an age difference kink, exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism, and oral/unprotected sex. Individual warnings are listed chapter-by-chapter. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This work is strictly 18+ and is purely fanfiction.

Total Word Count: 23,380+

Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to write more than an epilogue for these two. It’s more found-family based with a lot more dialogue. I hope you enjoy this little glimpse into their future, and the holidays in August. Love you all. xxMoni

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TAGLIST: @fandoms-writings​ @mannien​ @povlvr​ @real-jane​ @gabewerk @smokeinherperfume​ @natbarnes1917​

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #the warmth of winter sequel #the warmth of the future #captainsimagines #by Moni #dbf!buckybarnes #dbf!bucky #dad's best friend bucky barnes #bucky barnes miniseries #based on a taylor swift song

[cadencejames87]

Playing the Long Game

Sneak Peek at a WIP I will eventually finish...

Pairings: Frank (EB) x Female Reader x Mickey Henry, TJ Hammond x Steve Rogers, ex-Ari Levinson x Female Reader, ex-Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Mentions of: Female Reader x Bucky Barnes & Female Reader x TJ Hammond

"I know that look, and if I wasn't in love with Steve--" he begins, slowly shaking his head and reaching out to caress your cheek.

"I'd already be on my knees," you finish in a whisper.

His mouth curves up on one side, as a fond memory fills his thoughts. "I love you, Y/N." He licks his lips, briefly looking at yours. Then all at once, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth with deep breath, his hand falls, and stands taller, rolling his shoulders back. "You're my best friend, always. Now go get yourself some dick, before I fire all three of you."

Your smile grows, "I love you too, TJ."

He grabs you by the wrist as you turn to leave and pulls you hard against him, lips crashing together, his tongue swiping past your lips. "Always," he breathes.

You cups his cheeks and look deeply into his sparkling blue eyes, "Steve is a lucky man." You smile softly with a slight nod and step back. “Stupid, but...” You shrug and finally leave the back room.

TJ follows you out, “Was that? Are you?”

You turn to him, walking backwards, “I’m just saying, his ex,” you let out a dreamy sigh. TJ joins your side as you turn back around, your steps falling in sync. “Don’t get me wrong, you are amazing and wonderful and you deserve all of the love and happiness. And if you ever find yourself in the same room as him, seeing as they still work together and seem to have kept their friendship; at least from a media point of view... It wouldn’t hurt to slip that beefy, god of a man, your best friend’s number.” You split ways tossing a smile over your shoulder as you return to the bar and TJ steps into his office smirking and rolling his eyes.

Characters:

The dick(s)

The Ex:

#tj hammond #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #frank endings beginnings #mickey henry #mickey monday #Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan x reader #future fic #fic wip

[buckyalpine]

40's baby Bucky & baby Reader, Present Bucky x Reader, all the flufff, a lil angst but it just adds to the fluff, promise

Bucky sat under the tree with a very prominent pout on his chubby face, his arms crossed against his chest with his brows pulled together. He wasn't happy. Not one bit. Not after his favorite ball was kicked over a fence by the other neighborhood boys.

"Bucky, do you want to play with me?" You toddled over to your best friend hoping to lift his spirits after seeing him so grumpy only to be met with a huff.

"No! Go play with Stevie instead. Leave me alone!" He frowned, brushing you off and turning his back at you to sulk facing the tree instead.

"But-

"I don't want to play with you" Bucky grumbled. Your bottom lip wobbled, dropping your shoulders as you walked off and sat by yourself under some shade on your porch. You didn't have many friends being the youngest and only little girl on your street; Bucky and Steve being the only two who included you in their games.

"Bucky's mean" You picked up one of your dolls, setting her up beside you while you toyed with a wild flowers, doing your best to keep from sniffling after he shooed you away. You knew he was upset but you wanted to make him feel better!

Of course it didn't take long for Bucky to feel bad, peeking over to see your fallen face sitting all alone on the steps of your house, eyes wet with tears which you were desperately blinking back. He got a bad feeling in his little pudgy belly, knowing he wasn't very nice to you. He knew his ma wouldn't be very happy if she heard how he'd spoken to you, especially after you were just trying to brighten his mood. He got up from his place on the grass, nicking a few flowers from his garden before shuffling over to you only to be met with your now grumpy face, crossing your arms and turning away just like he did.

"I'm sorry y/n" Bucky came and plopped beside you, moving the doll away, while clutching onto a few pink tulips. You didn't respond, still mad at him for being mean to you when you'd done nothing wrong. "C'mon jellybean, pwease?"

His baby blues were shining bright as he gave you his best puppy eyes, hoping you'd forgive him. You felt a giddy at the name he called you, one he'd given you because he thought you were sweet like one. You turned to face him while he gave you a shy little smile, placing the flowers onto your lap.

"I brought you flowers" He stated proudly, happy at the giggle you let out, setting them aside before tugging at his hand to run off and play.

-

"Y'promise you'll come back?" your eyes were wet with tears again although you were now 20 years older and the chubby boy you grew up with had grown into a very handsome soldier. He stood before you in his clean and pressed uniform, his face shaven, hair neatly cropped.

"Of course doll" He whispered affectionately, letting his thumbs swipe across your cheeks, kissing away the tears that fell. "I'll always come back to you jellybean"

"You better" You sniffled, standing on your toes to chase more of his lips as he pressed them to yours, his hands wrapping around your waist, picking you up with ease.

"M'gonna come right back to you, safe n'sound" He held you for as long as he could, rocking you close to his chest while you fought back a sob, giving him a brave smile instead.

"I love you Jamie"

"I love you jellybean"

That was the last time you saw him.

-

"This is a bad idea"

"When have I ever had a bad idea" Tony scoffed, continuing to tinker with his quantum portal while Bruce looked over numbers.

"It's not stable enough Tony, if we send someone through this, they could get stuck in an alternate timeline or we could end up changing the future-

"Yea, yea, stop worrying, hand me that spanner"

Bruce sighed, handing over the tool while contemplating on the safest way to test the machine. It wasn't ready to handle anyone actually travelling through time but at the very least they could potentially open portals to the past.

"We gotta put in a location to see if this works-how about-" Tony contemplated on a location, his eyes growing wide with excitement when he spotted Steve's diary that he'd left behind in the lab, "Let's see if Captain has any interesting places from the 40's"

"Why wouldn't you just see if we could get to the compound garden" Bruce groaned while Tony flipped through the pages, typing in an address that had been scribbled in. It was from a list of places Steve wanted to visit again from when he was a child, the address of the person listed under friends. There was only one other person listed there other than Bucky.

"Alright, call the others, let's see if this baby works"

"You're going to get us all killed" Bruce shook his head while calling for everyone to come to the lab. By now everyone was used to Tony's antics; the only one who was genuinely giddy with excitement was surprisingly Bucky. One thing he'd always loved was science; even his stoic expression couldn't hide the twinkle in his eye every time he got to see another Stark experiment.

"Glad you all made it. Now, thanks to Cap, we're going to see if we can open a portal that travels back to the 1940's. I suggest you all stand back since I haven't actually tested this before"

"Why are you like this" Nat snorted while Tony waved her off, pushing a few more buttons before hitting start. Bucky watched from the safe sidelines of the lab as the machine began to vibrate, a low buzz growing louder until a portal roared to life that lead to the inside of someone's home. Bucky and Steve were both stunned from shock seeing a flash of a very familiar living room for no longer than a second before the whole thing closed with a bang and a large puff of smoke in its place.

"Well done Mr. Playboy billionaire dumbass" Sam wheezed while the team was left coughing, the room cloudy as the loud buzz began to dull. "What was the location you even put in-

Sam stopped talking midway when he heard another voice coughing followed by mumbling coming from the place where the portal closed. The smoke hadn't yet dissipated but the shadow of a person was slowly becoming visible. Everyone froze when they realized there was someone on the platform, wondering who could've been sucked through.

"Bruce, turn on the fan-" Bruce hit the lab fan which pulled helped with the smoke revealing a young woman in a flower printed dress. An apron was still tied around her waist, flour streaked across her cheeks, a rolling pin still in her hand. "What the-

"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES"

Bucky thought he was going to collapse as soon as he saw who was on the platform, his heart fluttering madly in his chest. He couldn't control the blush that crept up on his cheeks, butterflies bursting in his tummy, just as they did all those years ago. The young woman stormed up to the soldier, face full of fury as her palm smacked his cheek (Not hard enough to actually hurt him of course).

"HOW DARE YOU"

Everyone else in the lab silently congregated to one side watching curiously though Steve was still utterly frozen seeing-

"Y-y/n? Doll?"

"Don't you doll me" you whacked his arm with your rolling pin, huffing when it clanged back after hitting metal. That didn't seem to faze you as you switched and hit the other arm instead, making Bucky yelp. "You lied!"

You dropped your makeshift weapon to the floor, moving your hands to your hips instead, looking up and down at the man you loved with your entire heart, the man who you mourned for years after you were told he was dead. He looked much different from when you'd last seen him, the most obvious difference being an entirely new arm. His cheeks were scruffy and it was clear some form of time travel had taken place but none of that mattered. None of that mattered when the love of your life was standing right there, alive and well.

"Oh baby, no-

"Absolutely not Barnes" you huffed at the pet name he gave you, crossing your arms over your chest and Bucky thought he'd melt into an absolute puddle at the sight. He was thrown back to when you were both no more than 4 years old, with a cute little frown on your face whenever you'd get upset. "You left! I thought you-I thought you died!"

The sound of your voice cracking broke Bucky's heart, his hands itching to wrap you up and pull you close to his chest the way you loved. He could see your eyes twinkle with tears threatening to spill out while you rapidly tried to blink them away. You chewed on your bottom lip to keep from wobbling and it only made Bucky yearn to hold you and never let go.

"Sweetheart please, I didn't mean to leave you doll, I promise" He stepped closer to you, hesitantly reaching out to take your hand in his, not feeling the slightest bit conscious about his metal arm. The coolness of his hand calmed your racing heart while you sniffled, still refusing to meet his eyes as you stared down at your feet instead.

The day you'd been told he'd never come back had been the worst day of your life. You wept for months on end, losing the man you were waiting to marry. The only person you'd been in love with since you were 4 years old.

Seeing you standing there before him stirred feelings in Bucky h never thought he'd feel again. Having a home. A beautiful wife. Little chubby babies. All with his dream girl he'd loved all his life. There wasn't a day that had gone by where he didn't think about her. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance again but here you were, dusted in flour like you always were whenever you were in the kitchen, in a pretty dress he loved so much, fighting your cries after desperately missing him. He softly cupped your cheeks, swiping away at your tears, his forehead coming down to softly rest against yours. He smiled through watery eyes at your stubborn nature, still keeping your arms crossed while his nose bumped with yours.

"Jellybean" Bucky whispered, your heart melting at the name, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Please? I-I'll- I'll bring you flowers" He said with a shaky voice, nearly toppling over when you flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, squeezing you right back and lifting you off the floor to cradle you nice and tight before pulling back to smash his lips against yours. The collective sniffles and whistles from the team were drowned out by your soft giggles and warm lips.

"I missed you so much" you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him, the one that comforted yo the most.

"You have no idea how much I missed you jellybean, never letting you go again"

"Terminator, you wanna introduce us?" Tony was the first to speak up, not so subtly wiping away at his eyes while Bucky continued to look at you with heard eyes, introducing you to everyone. You could only wrap your head around so much at a time but nothing truly mattered now that you were back with your soldier.

And of course your other best friend.

"Steve" You giggled as Steve lifted you up with ease into a tight hug, grinning at his two friends finally getting the life they deserved together.

Seriously imagine how sickeningly cute these two would be. Bucky is so excited to teach you all about the future. He gets to show you how to use all the new technology around the compound. He's so naughty about it too, teasingly telling you he'd be happy to help you in the shower if there's any questions you has about water temperature.

He doesn't waste any time with asking to marry you. Its everything you've ever dreamed of and more considering Tony took the bill and ran. Bucky can't put into words how happy he is finally getting the life he thought was ripped from his hands.

On your wedding night, Bucky spends hours loving on you like there's no tomorrow which is why a few months later, your belly is swollen with your first baby. Bucky is thankful for the future because as excited as he is to start a family, he's scared shitless something could happen to his jellybean.

"Bucky, I'm fine-

"Absolutely not, why are you up Jellybean, go sit down, I'll bring breakfast to you"

"I can still walk y'know-

"Nope. You stay right there, don't move mama, just rest"

When you do have to move around, he's there holding your baby bump, feeling giddy over becoming a dad. He can't wait to meet his little baby that he's made with his dream girl.

After his son is born, he waits for your body to heal but no ones surprised to see you with a new bump not too long after.

Two baby boys are no match for all the avengers but they all happily share their god father and god mother duties.

Your third is a little girl and she's going to be spoiled by everyone.

Somewhere along the way, you get a white fluffy cat.

Bucky's life has never been better.

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