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stuckyfingers · 2 months
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Characters who lowkey canonically ship Stucky
Natasha ( "I know how much he means to you")
Sam ("when do we start")
Sharon ("Mr. America")
T'Challa (literally everything he's done for them)
Shuri (definitely gave Bucky the makeover to impress Steve in IW)
Erskine (chose Steve after seeing him argue with his bf)
Rumlow ("your pal, your buddy, your bucky")
Zemo (the whole premise of his evil plan)
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literaryavenger · 4 months
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I love you and I hate it
Summary: Bucky's your best friend, but you're in love with him. Now that he has a girlfriend, will you be able to get a handle on your feelings?
Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: Bucky being a bit of an ass. Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N.
Word Count: 2.7K
A/N: this is a two part because otherwise it was too long. Hope you like it! also, it's 4:30am and I can't help myself lol.
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Loving your best friend is not something anyone ever plans. Getting those kinds of feelings for the person closest to you changes the way you look at them, the way you interact and essentially changes your relationship with them and makes everything unnecessarily complicated.
At least that’s how you see it.
You definitely never thought something like that could happen to you. But to be fair, you also never thought Bucky Barnes would ever become your best friend at the compound.
When you first arrived as the newest avengers recruit the brooding supersoldier was, as suspected, not your biggest fan. Things didn’t start on the best note.
- 2 years ago -
Steve was showing you around the compound and introducing you to people and team members as you met them. You arrived at the common room where Bucky and Sam were watching Tv. - Hey guys. This is Y/N, the new recruit I told you about- Steve introduced you -this is Sam- he said to you as Sam got up from the couch putting out his hand -nice to meet you- he said.
-you too- you said, shaking his hand -it’s so exciting to be here and meet all of you. You are all such remarkable people-
-oh, complimenting me? I like you already- Sam said chuckling.
-of course you do- Steve said, rolling his eyes with a smile, then turned to you -and this is Bucky- he said, pointing at the brunette still sitting on the couch.
-hi Bucky, it’s nice to meet you too- you said, getting closer to him and holding out your hand for him to shake. Bucky, however, just looked at you for a moment before standing up, turning away from you and walking out of the room without saying a word.
-uh, did I do something wrong?- you asked, very much confused, still looking at the door Bucky just ran out of.
-no, it’s always him- said Sam.
-Sam, don’t- Steve told him, then turned to you again -don’t mind Bucky, he’s not good with new people. It’s nothing personal, he’ll get used to it, don’t worry-
-right. He’ll get used to me- you said as he gave you an apologetic look -yeah… anyway, let’s finish the tour-
-sure, bye Sam, see you around, I guess-
-yeah, see you guys at dinner- and with that we left to finish the tour of the compound that ultimately ended with your assigned room.
-so this is your room, Natasha has the room on the right and Sam has the one on the left- he pointed at them as he talked and then pointed at the room across from yours -that is Bucky, to his right is Peter and mine is to his left-
-a lot of neighbors, got it-  you said chuckling with Steve.
-yeah. So I’ll let you get settled and I’ll see you at dinner with the team- he said.
-yeah, see you later- 
If you’re honest with yourself, you were a little disappointed at how meeting Bucky went, you were really looking forward to meeting the super soldier. While all the other girls were busy crushin on Captain America, you always felt more attracted to Sergeant Barnes. Something about him just made you curious, after all the Winter Soldier stuff came to light you were one of the few people that saw Bucky was a victim. You never did understand how people could read all the details of what happened to him and still call him a monster, like it was his fault that he was captured, tortured and made to do things no decent human being would ever do. In fact, you got in trouble more than one time for fighting when things escalated while you were defending the super soldier from agents that didn’t see it like you. It’s really a shame that a lot of agents of Shield itself thought so ill of the Sergeant. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you, maybe he thought you were one of them. You had to make sure he knew you weren’t.
Having made up your mind, you decided there was no better time like the present. You crossed the hall and knocked on his door, and after a few moments he opened.
-I know, Steve, don- he interrupted himself the second he laid eyes on you.
-Sorry, not Steve, clearly. I’m sorry to bother you, Sergeant Barnes, I just wanted to let you know that I don’t have anything against you. I know some agents feel like you should be held accountable for the things you were forced to do, and they’re not really afraid to get vocal about it, but I’m not one of them. I don’t think any of it was your fault. It may not matter much to you, after all you don’t seem to like me very much, but it’s important to me that you know this. You’re kind of my  hero.- you finish, a little embarrassed at admitting this to his face. He looks at you for a few moments and, just as you think he’s about to slam the door in your face, he smiles.
-I’m your hero, doll?- he asks, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed in a way that makes his biceps look huge, and a smirk on his face.
After that you and Bucky became quick friends, spending more and more time together. Missions, training, down time, you were practically attached at the hip. You were always careful not to let any feelings grow other than friendship and, mostly, it was easy. There were some times where you somehow ended up flirting, but they were fleeting moments that passed as quickly as they came, and you decided, for your own peace of mind, to not overthink them and let it go every time.
Now, back to the present, the reason why you’re lost in your thoughts and feelings for Bucky. You’re watching from a distance as Bucky smiles and laughs, happier than you’ve ever seen him surrounded by his friends, more relaxed than he’s ever been during a party. You smile at his happiness, glad that he’s finally comfortable around pretty much everybody, but your face falls pretty fast as you see him wrap his right arm around her. You’ve known Sharon for a while now, she was one of the agents in the list for the spot in the Avengers before you got it. You always felt like she resented you for it, like she should’ve been the one to get it because she was already close with some of the members of the team. She was never openly hostile with you, but you did notice her hanging around Bucky more and more in the last few months. You didn’t think anything of it, but you were proved wrong just half an hour ago when Bucky started to introduce her to the avengers she didn’t already know as his girlfriend. As soon as that word came out of his mouth, so casually you’d think he'd been saying it his whole life,  you felt like you were gonna throw up. It took all your skills to keep your face as neutral as possible, you felt like Sharon’s eyes were on you the whole time, trying to see every micro expression she could find to know what you were thinking. But you were probably just imagining that, right? You excused yourself as soon as you could and went straight to the bar to get the strongest drink Nat could make, which she handed to you with a knowing look while glancing behind you. You barely had time to think before you felt his hand on your shoulder, feeling his body next to you without turning to look at him, taking a sip of your drink.
-hey, doll, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Sharon before, it’s still pretty new- you tried to keep your voice as cheery as you normally would around him. -why would you? It’s your relationship, why are you apologizing?- he gave you a weird look you didn’t understand before saying -because we’re best friends? We usually tell each other everything… right?- he sounded a bit uncertain.
-yeah, right, duh- you say, trying to give a genuine laugh -well, it’s alright anyway, now I know! Stop worrying, just go be with her.- he looked around your face for a few more moments, like he was looking for something, before he said -ok, then- and left. You managed to keep the smile on your face until you were sure he was gone, but dropped it as soon as you looked back ahead of you. Taking another sip of your drink and making a face at how much alcohol was actually in it, you looked at Nat and, nodding, you left before she could comment on the scene you’re sure she just watched in its entirety. 
So here you are now, in a corner watching people enjoy themselves, just like you used to do at parties with Bucky by your side, except you’re alone. You tried to look on the bright side, you really did, but you could find none. You couldn’t talk about it with anyone either since nobody knew about your feelings for the super soldier, except for Natasha who seemed to know everything, but  you weren’t too close with her and neither of you ever actually spoke about it out loud. Not that you would've, you weren’t the most outgoing person, usually keeping your feelings and most of your thoughts to yourself, with the exception of Bucky. With him talking seemed like the easiest thing in the world, it didn’t matter about what. He knew almost everything that he could possibly know about you, the only thing that you never could bring yourself to talk about being your feelings for him.
You felt a hand in the low of your back and, just as you were bringing your fist up, you realized it was just Steve. -easy there, tiger.- he chuckled, lowering your arm for you. -you seem a little on edge. Everything okay?-
-everything’s just fine, Captain. You can salute your way to someone else now.- his laugh made you smile against your will.
-okay, rookie, you don’t wanna talk about it.- you rolled your eyes at the old nickname, but he kept going -you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a party without your moping buddy.-
You glanced at Bucky, who was busy laughing it up with Clint and Laura, his arm still around Sharon. Your eyes found Steve’s again, and you simply shrugged. -we’re allowed to do our own thing, aren’t we?-
-of course you are, I was just wondering why you weren’t with him, that’s all.-
You avoided his eyes while you quietly said. -he already has someone at his side tonight, doesn’t need me there.-
-what’s that supposed to mean?- came a voice from behind you. Damn. The one moment you weren’t looking at him and he sneaks up on you. You turn around and see him standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest, Sharon at his side with a smug look on her face that you convince yourself you’re just imagining.
-what’s what supposed to mean?-  you try playing dumb, but you know Bucky can see right through that.
He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly but when you just shrug and give him your best confused look, he sighs and looks at Sharon. -hey babe, can you get me a scotch from the bar? I’ll meet you there.- You didn’t know if you were hurt at him calling her that or relieved at the fact that he didn’t use the nickname that was usually reserved for you. She just nods and, without taking her eyes off of you, gives him a kiss on the lips. Okay, you definitely didn’t imagine that. As soon as she’s far enough, Bucky turns back to you.
-what’s wrong with you tonight?-
-excuse me? Who said there was something wrong with me.-
-oh come on doll, you’ve been weird ever since Sharon got here. What’s the matter, do you not like her or something?- 
You didn’t know what to say. You certainly weren’t about to tell your best friend that the reason you don’t like his new girlfriend is because you have feelings for him. That’s not gonna end well for anybody. So you decide to just keep on denying.
-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bucky, so why don’t you just go after you little girlfriend and enjoy your night with her.-
-That, right there- he points at your face in a very accusatory manner. -what the hell was that?-
-what was what?- you’re starting to raise your voice a little, getting annoyed at him for not letting this go.
-you’re being a jerk about Sharon, what is your problem with her?-
-I don’t have a problem with her!-
-Yes, you do!-
-Why are you trying to make this into a problem?!- at this point you were both yelling.
-Because I know you!-
-Well, clearly, you don’t know me as well as you think you do!- lie.
-Why do you have to be so stubborn?! Just tell me what the hell is your problem!- 
-Why do you care so much? Even if I had a problem, it’s my business, it’s not like I’m your girlfriend!- Bucky just looked at you with a face you’d never seen on him before and you couldn’t decipher. The whole room seemed to go quiet as you two just looked at each other for a few moments, then Bucky finally spoke.
-you’re right- he said, in a much quieter voice than a few minutes before -you’re not my girlfriend. I just thought you were my friend. Guess I was wrong. I’ll go after my little girlfriend now- you couldn’t find it in you to say anything and, when you just looked at him, he scoffed and turned around to make his way to the bar. Slowly it felt like everyone else started to go back to what they were doing before your yelling match stopped the party in its tracks, but you felt like you couldn’t breath, let alone move, as you watched the spot where Bucky was standing just moments before, tears starting to form in your eyes. You can’t believe this just happened. Did Bucky really just say you aren’t his friend? A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you hear Steve saying -are you okay?- from next to you. In all honesty, you forgot he was even there. All that comes out of you is a broken sob before you turn around and make a run for the elevator, as fast as you can run in heels and a floor-length cocktail dress.
Steve ran after you, but there were too many people around that slowed him down, and by the time he got to the elevator the doors had just closed. He waited to see where you would stop, assuming your shared floor but you never know. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and pushed the button of the elevator, feeling glad that he waited a second more. When he got to the roof it was so dark outside that it took a second before he found you, and once he did he got close to you. What he was not expecting was to find you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees and crying.
Steve sat next to you and put his arm around your shoulders wordlessly while you cried. After you calmed down a bit he said -he’s really worried about you, Y/N. If there’s something going on, you should just tell him. He’ll understand…-
You  considered his words for a few minutes while you thought about how to tell Steve what was going on.
-how do you tell someone that the reason you’re sad is because you love them?- you said with tears starting to form again in your eyes.
Steve could only stare at you, lost for words. 
You hear something behind you and when you turn you see Bucky’s back, walking towards the elevator. It doesn’t matter how long he was there for, he obviously heard you.
You look back at Steve that has an apologetic look on his face, confirming your fear. Damn super soldier hearing. It looks like your friendship with Bucky is officially dead.
Part 2
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starlightshadowsworld · 9 months
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You remember that era, where all the fics were the Avengers being best friends living in Avengers Tower.
Thor's obsessed with pop tarts and Hawkeyes in the vents for some reason.
Natasha steals everyone's clothes, Tony and Bruce are Science Bros TM doing all kinds of chaos in the labs.
Steve's sketchbook is beside him and Jarvis is helping him figure out his new phone.
I really want that era for the current MCU.
Just
Kamala and Darcy making lists of all the classics Carol needs to watch.
Yelena winning family game night. Demands Jimmy teachers her his card tricks.
Sam and Shang trying to out dance each other and pulling out the DDR machines.
Kate casually spoiling her friends.
While Bucky and Katy collect bets.
Monica and Wanda watching sitcoms together on rainy nights.
Zemo and Sharon showing up like they aren't both wanted criminals to watch horror movies.
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evilwinterfruit · 6 months
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Have some FATWS text posts inspired by Texts From Last Night
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buckyalpine · 2 years
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Boundaries (with fluffy alternative ending)
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18 + minors dni
Bucky x reader, Bucky x Sharon (depending on your choice), Steve x Sharon 
Telling you now, I added a fluffy alternative. 
NGL, I had to take a breather after reading this request. Damn. Like before, pick your poison my loves, if pure angst is your thing, just go a head and ignore the fluffy live saving device I added to the end of this because my heart can only take so much. If there's cheating involved, that's not Bucky, that's Bucket. I don’t claim that man. 
Warnings: Smut, ANGSTT (cheating), FLUFF!!! (if you want it, feel free to ignore it if you’re desperate for some angst, idk) 
Word count: 1.7k
Part 2 (angst)
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You took a sip from your drink, trying to keep up with the conversation around you as you scanned the room looking for Bucky. You smiled, excusing yourself, deciding it was getting late. He’d want to leave soon, he hated parties anyway and he’d only agreed to go because Steve was coming. Sam had already taken Steve up to his room after he enjoyed too many shots of Asgardian mead.
You pushed yourself through the crowd of people, growing worried when you couldn’t find him, you knew he got anxious in crowds and you felt a pang of guilt for asking him to come. You figured Bucky wouldn’t mind, especially since Steve and Sharon had come and he enjoyed their company.
You exited the crowded room, pulling out your phone to call him, walking down the empty hall. You passed an office, stopping dead in your tracks hearing the voices that were inside.
“You like the taste of daddy’s cock baby? Get it nice and wet baby, use that slutty mouth”
No.
“That’s right you my little cockslut, suck daddy’s fat cock”
No.
“Choke on my cock baby, take it down your throat, there you go, so gorgeous, you like that? You like having my cock in your mouth don’t you”
He wouldn’t.
You stayed frozen on the spot, your hands shaking as you tried to call his phone. Straight to voice mail.
Your could feel your head spinning, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned the door knob, silently slipping into the room, hidden behind a corner, gripping the wall to keep from falling.
Your stomach dropped, you couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t. How could he?!
Bucky’s head was thrown back in pleasure, his legs spread apart with his jeans pulled down slightly, grabbing Sharon’s hair, pushing her head down to take his entire length. She gagged on his cock, moaning, tears streaming down her cheeks, letting the tip his back of her throat. All her clothes were thrown off, leaving her completely bare, on her knees in front of him, letting him use her mouth like a flesh light.
“Oh fuck, slobber on it baby, take it down your throat, take it-shit”
He pulled her off his cock, grabbing her waist and turning her around, lining up his cock with her soaked entrance, spearing into her with one stroke, groaning as she cried out.
“Go ahead and ride daddy’s cock baby, soak daddy’s cock with that slutty pussy”
Sharon screamed as she bounced on Bucky’s cock, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as he tugged at her nipples, his metal hand rubbing tights circles onto her clit.
You felt your heart shatter into pieces, your palms bleeding with how hard you were clenching your fists. You choked back sobs, forcing yourself to remain silent, they couldn’t know you were there. You couldn’t let them see you.
“F-Fuck daddy, you’re cock’s so fucking b-big” She slammed down onto him, swallowing his entire length, letting it bruise her cervix, her walls fluttering and clenching as he rubbed her clit faster.
“Can feel you squeezing me baby, you gonna come for daddy?”
“Y-Yeah!” Sharons moans were pornographic, as he grabbed her hair, yanking her back, growling in her ear. “Oh god please daddy, I wanna cum, wanna make a mess all over daddys thick fucking cock!”
“Whose slut are you baby, who owns this fucking pussy?!”
“M’daddys slut, daddys little whore, fuck feels so good, pussy is all yours!”
“Who makes you cum like this baby, can Steve make you feel this good?”Bucky started to chase his high, thrusting up into her meeting her hips.
“Only you daddy, no one else, fuck I’m gonna cum!” Tears spilled from her cheeks as he fucked into her, groaning, his cock throbbing.
“Cum with me baby, this pussy is fucking mine, all fucking mine!” They both moaned in unison, Bucky’s arms holding her still for a moment before pulling her off his cock.
Bucky groaned, tucking his cock back into his jeans, trying to straighten his clothes slightly. Sharon slipped her dress back on, using her fingers to comb through her hair.
“Thanks baby, needed that” Sharon giggled, kissing Bucky’s cheek, carding her fingers through his hair.
“Anytime” Bucky smirked, “But you know, we can’t keep doing this. We gotta stop at some point”
“Well, what they don’t know can’t hurt them soldier” She shrugged, biting her lip with a smirk as they made their way towards the door.
“You’re insatiable” Bucky chuckled, following her out as if nothing happened. He hoped it’d never stop. 
Stop here if you’re an angst fiend. 
Alternative ending: - Everything above are Sharon’s thoughts. 
Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her seat while Sharon stared at Bucky, lost in her darkest fantasies, taking a sip from her beer. The blonde glared at you for a moment before looking at Bucky again, despising the way he held you on his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck, kissing you every moment he could. If she could have her way with him…
“You know, I can hear and see your thoughts” A faint glow crossed her eyes before she took a deep breath in, trying to control herself.
Sharon flinched, tearing her eyes away from her boyfriend’s best friend, turning to Wanda, plastering a smile on her face.
“I don’t understand what you mean”
“You’re thoughts. What you were thinking just now. I can see them, hear them” Wanda stared at her, cocking her head slightly; curious to know what excuse she’d defend herself with. This wasn’t the first time, but it was certainly the worst.
“Oh, come on, I can’t help it! You’re telling me you’ve never thought of something a little forbidden, it’s nothing serious!” Sharon laughed nervously, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.
“But the level of details you added, even a fantasy has limits. You want to hurt them to get what you want, how the fuck could you” A few faint sparks danced on her finger tips as she stared at the blonde, daring her to defend her desires.
“Who does she want to hurt” Steve, Sam and Nat walked over, having picked up on bits of the conversation, giving into their curiosity.
“Seems like a breach of privacy Wands” Sharon tried to play it off, her face turning red, heart racing slightly as the two red heads glared at her.
“It’s not something I can control, believe me, it’s not something I wanted to see” Wanda challenged back, getting out of her stool stepping towards the blonde. “Give me one good reason to not tell the others about your intentions”
“You’re making this such a big deal when it’s none of your business” Sharon spat, her hands shaking as she tried to casually continue to sip her drink. Steve rolled his eyes, regardless of what this was about; he knew he should have broken up with her weeks ago.
“Explain” Nat’s eyebrow quirked, “If it’s not a big deal, then just tell us what it was” Nat’s face was unreadable as she stood in front of Sharon, waiting for her to answer.
“I-, Sharon swallowed thickly, clenching her jaw, closing her eyes before speaking, - I thought about someone else, okay? That’s all”
Wanda scoffed, taking another step towards Sharon, “Please. Don’t spare us the details, tell us about how you want y/n to walk in on you and Bucky”
“What the hell is wrong with you” Sam gawked, though it wasn’t surprising. He’d caught her trying to sneak glances and touch Bucky plenty of times.
Sharon gasped, her mouth gaping, shaking her head. “No! No I- She looked to Steve who was picking at his nails.
“Shocker” Steve shook his head, taking a swing of his beer.  He truthfully couldn’t care less; the only thing that bothered him was that she wanted to break you and his best friend up. He smirked at Sharon before making his way over to Tony’s newest assistant. She was incredibly sweet and she had a very obvious crush on the Captain. Honestly, the feelings were mutual. They were immediately engaged in deep conversation and his heart fluttered. The last time he felt that spark was in the 1940s.  
“Look’s like Steve is going to be fine” Nat smiled, “Now about y/n and Barnes” The red head glared at Sharon as she started to collect her things, rolling her eyes as if she had done nothing wrong.
“Should we tell them?” Wanda looked over to where you and Bucky were swaying on the dance floor. Bucky’s forehead rested on yours, wrapping his arms around you, looking at you with heart eyes. He held you close to him, whispering sweet nothings to you the entire time, kissing you all over, making you giggle, shyly hiding your face into the crook of his neck.
“I’m sorry, have you seen him? He’s the biggest simp over her, I’m not worried about them” Sam grinned, watching Bucky give your ass a playful squeeze before you moved his hands back on your waist. “Good God, those two need a room”
“He’s whipped. In a sweet way” Nat agreed, smiling as you made your way over to get a drink. Every time you got up to get a drink or snack, he’d follow you like a lost puppy, trailing behind you, never leaving your side.
“Whose whipped” Bucky and you walked over to the group, curiously eyeing a distressed looking Sharon and she shoved her way between you, making a hasty exit.
“You tinman, I have never seen a bigger simp in my entire life”
“No m’not” Bucky pouted, though he was hugging you protectively, resting his head on your shoulder. “I just really love my girlfriend a lot” He shrugged, nuzzling his face into you.
“For fucks sake, go be cute somewhere else” Sam rolled his eyes, but on the inside, seeing the way you made Bucky happy warmed his heart.
“Can’t help it, she’s all I think about, she’s my babydoll”
“Yeah right” You shook your head as your needy boyfriend whined when you shifted out of his arms to sit on a stool to sip o your drink. “I can’t be the only thing you think about Bucky”
“No, hes right. I’ve had the misfortune of seeing his thoughts” Wanda rolled her eyes; you were the only thing that was ever on his mind. “Like it or not, you’re whipped Barnes”
“What thoughts” You looked at Wanda confused as she blushed, shaking her head. Bucky smirked, a wicked smile flashing across his face before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.
“Baby, what are you doing?!”
“Those thoughts she was talking about. Don’t worry baby, I’ll show you”
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Angst only part 2
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avengerscompound · 8 months
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The Recruit - 30. You
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The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction
Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //
Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader
Word Count: 2656
Warnings: smut (MMFF bisexual threesome.  Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, overstimulation)
Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.
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30. You
There was a heavy and rapid thud in your ears as you made your way down the hall to Steve’s apartment.  Each step you took was nervous and light, like you were tiptoeing down there, terrified you were going to get caught.  There was no rational reason to think you were doing anything wrong.  Steve was your boyfriend and it had been agreed upon that you would go see him this morning.  It was just, with the pressure of having to be the one that spoke to Steve about getting an MRI was starting to stress you out.
There wasn’t even a discernible reason why you were so nervous to do it.  It wasn’t like you were going in there to attack him and you’d been there when he’d completely lost control.  You weren’t telling him he couldn’t work.  You were just worried about him.  Even though you hadn’t known Steve at all before his kidnapping, you knew even a couple of months ago this would have been no big deal.  Maybe he would have tried to reassure everyone that he was fine, but he wouldn’t get upset about it.
Now?  Who could say?  His mood was volatile and he’d shown that that temper could translate into violence.  You were sure he wouldn’t be violent to any of you, but that didn’t mean he would take it well.
You reached the door and took a breath before knocking.
It took a moment before the door was pulled open, and rather than Steve, you came face to face with Sharon.  She was still in her nightgown, a short satin number in pale gray with cherry blossom branches printed on it, and a white satin robe that was hanging open.
“Hey, babe,” she said and kissed your cheek, opening the door to let you in.  “You’re up and around early.”
“I wanted to catch Steve before he went for a run,” you said.
She laughed,  “You would normally have had to get up a lot earlier to do that,” she said. “That man is pathological.  He’s usually out there before the sun. But, we managed to convince him to stay in today.  You know -” she lowered her voice to a near whisper - “after what happened.  Is that why you’re here?”
“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” you said as she closed the door behind you.
She took your hand and looked into your eyes. “How are you doing?”
You shrugged.  “I’m okay.  It was pretty scary seeing him like that, but I’m used to combat.  I’m just worried about Steve.”
“I think we all are,” she whispered.  She shook herself off and gestured down to the bedroom.  “We haven’t gotten up yet, so he’s down there.  We were just thinking about ordering breakfast.”
She led you down to the bedroom.  The door was ajar and both Steve and Bucky were lying in the king-sized bed.  The blankets were a complete mess, most of them hanging on the floor, and the very corner was hanging off Bucky’s ankle.  Bucky was laying on his stomach with his arm draped over Steve’s thighs and his head on his stomach, while Steve sat up against the bed head, his fingers moving back and forth through Bucky’s hair.  The sight of them both was both a relief and a turn-on.
Steve smiled when you entered.  It was a hungry smile like your presence had unlocked a whole door of sexual potential for him.  “Hey, sweetheart,” he said.  “What are you doing here?”
Bucky raised his head to look at you.  “Hey, darlin’,” he said, his smile much softer and more welcoming.
“It’s Sunday,” you said.  “I thought I’d come and hang out.”
Steve raised an eyebrow as he looked you over.  “You’re wearing way too much clothing to hang out where we are,” he said.
You laughed and shook your head.  This might get Steve into a better mood, but you didn’t want to comply straight away.  “Oh really?” you said.  “This has a maximum clothing limit?”
“Mm-hmm,” Steve said. “That number is none.”
“But Sharon has clothes on,” you argued.
“She needs to take them off too,” Steve said.  “Maybe the two of you can help each other out.”
You turned and looked at Sharon, she was wearing the same bemused expression you were and the two of you burst into laughter.  Sharon looked back over at Steve.  “If you want us to put on a strip show for you, you could at least ask nicely,” Sharon said.
Steve looked her up and down, his tongue grazing over his bottom lip.  It looked like he was weighing up all his options right now.  Sharon folded her arms and raised her eyebrow at him.  Bucky rolled and looked up at you both with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. “Please.  I wanna see you do a strip show.”
You and Sharon stifled laughter again.  She looked over at you, her eyebrow still raised quizzically.  You shrugged.  “I’m okay with it.”
“Who can say no to that face,” she agreed.  “FRIDAY, a little music please.”
‘Slow Like Honey’ by Fiona Apple started up. The slow jazz piano started up and you and Sharon began to dance.  It was an interesting choice, slow and sensual, but better suited to a romantic slow dance than a strip tease.
You and Sharon turned to face each other, you were so close, that you could feel the heat of her body radiating off her.  The two of you began to move together, slowly swaying your hips so you were mirroring each other.  You rested your forehead against hers and slid your hands around her waist, pushing the robe back.
Sharon’s hands moved up under your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your skin to Bucky and Steve.  Your hands moved to her shoulders and you began to slide her robe off, never breaking the kiss.  It was slow and deep, matching the rhythm of the music.  You lost yourself in it, Steve and Bucky may as well not have been there at all as Sharon’s hands moved up, bunching your shirt up with it.
You broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt up over your head and immediately you were kissing again as the fabric fluttered to the floor.  Each swivel of your hips, each touch, each fast of her skin, added to the feeling that this was just the two of you locked in a sensual dance and not a show.
Your bra was the next to go, slithering off your arms and onto the floor.  You moved to her nightgown next, sliding your hands over the slippery surface of the fabric before you pushed the straps down, your palms ghosting down her arms in their wake.  She rolled her hips slowly as the fabric caught and it slipped free and fell to the ground around her feet.
Sharon stepped out of the pool of clothing around her feet and danced around you, her hands ghosting over your skin as she moved in behind you, pressing her body against yours.  Her breath was hot against your neck and you leaned your head back and ran your hands down your body, sliding them down to your pants.  You unfastened the fly and Sharon slowly pushed them and your panties down as you swayed your hips from side to side.
Steve and Bucky were watching on completely wrapped in the performance.  They were both sitting up, leaning forward slightly, their hands wrapped around their cocks and pumping them slowly.  Steve’s eyes were so blown out with lust they almost looked pitch black.  Bucky moved forward and offered you his hand.  “Come here,” he said.
You took his hand, and let him pull you away from Sharon and into his lap.  You straddled him and pushed your hands into his hair as he pulled you down into a passionate kiss.  As the two of you kissed, Sharon crawled up the bed to Steve.
You positioned yourself on Bucky’s lap so his cock sat snug between the lips of your pussy and you started to grind on his shaft the way you might if you were riding your vibrator.  You moaned as your slick coated his cock. You were already worked up from the strip teased, you were already soaking, so each roll of your hips was sending shivers running right through you.  The head of his cock was rubbing on your clit just right and you jerked your hips quickly trying to bring yourself right to the edge.
Beside you, Steve had pushed Sharon onto her back and was fucking her roughly with two fingers as he held her hands pinned over her head.  She moaned and writhed under him and you wondered if she was going to reach her first orgasm before anyone else was even close. 
Bucky flipped you over suddenly, so you were on your back and he was on top of you.  He looked down into your eyes with a smile. “God, I want to be inside you so bad,” he said as he continued to rub his cock against your pussy.
“What are you waiting for?” you asked.
He kissed you passionately and pulled your legs up so they were pressed against his sides.  When he broke the kiss he got up on his knees, put your legs on his shoulders, and thrust hard into you.
You cried out and arched your back, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into you.  “Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned.  “You’re so big.”
“Mmm… but look at you, you take it so well,” he praised.
Steve picked up Sharon and put her on all fours so she was over your face.  He got on his knees behind her and you watched as his cock shoved deep into her.  Sharon cried out and braced her hands on the blankets by your head as Steve started thrusting into her at an almost brutal pace.  You leaned up and began to suckle on her clit and she let out such a loud moan, that it drowned out almost every other sound in the room.
Bucky grabbed your hips and dragged you around so you were in line with Sharon.  It seemed to take her a moment to realize what had happened, but when it seemed to click into place she braced her hand on your thigh and dropped her head down and started licking at your clit.
The world outside completely disappeared.  Any concerns or worries you might have had about fitting in, juggling your relationship with work, coming out, or Steve were pushed out of your head and you were reduced down to this pinprick of a moment where pleasure swirled through you, overwhelming all your senses.
The room echoed with the sounds of body slapping against body, moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure.  The scent of Sharon’s arousal filled your nose as your tongue was coated with her slick with each lap of your tongue.  You were transfixed at the sight of Steve’s cock stretching Sharon out above you as he pounded into you.  Yet even as all those senses were being battered they were completely dwarfed by the feeling of Sharon’s lips tugging on your clit as Bucky plunged his cock into again and again.
You were sent hurtling to the precipice of your orgasm and sent careening over just as fast, your whole body stiffening under Sharon as it tore through you.  It left you dazed for a moment, just staring ahead blankly as Bucky used you and you watched the mirrored movement of Steve’s cock slamming into Sharon above your face.  As soon as you leaned up and pulled her clit back into your mouth, Sharon’s orgasm hit too.  Your face was showered in her slick as Steve shoved in deep, sending droplets out in a fine spray.  Sharon cried out loudly and her fingers dug into your thigh.
Neither Steve nor Bucky were even close to being done with either of you.  They both began to fuck you harder, the sounds now becoming wetter and sharper as they thrust their hips.  You and Sharon came again and again until you weren’t sure where one orgasm ended and the next began.  You and Sharon both stopped even being able to use your mouths on each other.  You fell back, your eyes rolling back into your head as Sharon let her head rest on your thigh.  Each time you or Sharon came, Bucky and Steve picked up the pace so they were just railing into you both, sending jolt after jolt spiking through your bodies.
All sense of time had been lost on you and you just started to beg, chanting the word ‘please,’ over and over.
Bucky’s orgasm hit first, he thrust hard into you, grinding his hips as he released inside of you.  You were so swollen and sensitive that you could feel each pulse of his cock as he filled you.
Steve wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out of Sharon, sending another spray of her juices over your face, and with three pumps of his cock he released, thick ropes of come splattering on Sharon’s pussy, and your face and breasts.
“Fuck…” he groaned and flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily.  Bucky helped you and Sharon move before he lay down himself and the four of you just lay there panting, completely and utterly fucked out.
You weren’t sure how long the four of you just lay there riding out your respective orgasm highs, but it was Bucky that got up first.  He went to the bathroom and returned with a couple of damp washcloths, and began to clean both you and Sharon up.  Steve grabbed his phone from the nightstand and looked at the three of you.  “Breakfast?” he asked.
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When the food had arrived and the four of you were set up, using Steve’s bed as if it was a picnic rug, you decided to broach the topic of Steve having an MRI and CT scan.
“Steve, about what happened on the mission…” you said.
Steve sighed and picked up his coffee. “I know… I wasn’t myself.  I’m working on it.” 
“Well,” you said, trying to keep your tone gentle.  “About that part.  Maybe you should get a scan.  You know, an MRI or a CT, or both?  You said that they did something to you.  Maybe it’ll show up.”
“I’m sure it’s just trauma,” he said.  “I’m seeing the therapist.”
Sharon sat up and put her hand on his arm and seemed to be very careful about each word she chose. “You did say they did something to you,” she said.  “That they put something into your eye.  An MRI couldn’t hurt.  Maybe you should have one to rule it out.”
His brows knitted together and his jaw clenched tight, twitching at the corner.  “Have you all been plotting this behind my back?  I must be really bad, huh?  I can’t even deal with my trauma the way I want.”
“It hasn’t been like that,” Bucky said.  “We haven’t been planning anything.  But we are all worried about you.  This is a good idea. In the worst-case scenario, they find nothing and you just have to sit in a tube for a bit.  I used to be in tubes all the time.  Best case and they do find something and we do something about it.”
Steve huffed out through his nose.  “Fine,” he said. “Tomorrow.  Is that okay with all of you?  That I just have one day without people poking and prodding at me?”
“Of course it’s okay,” Sharon said.  “I’ll let the medbay know what’s going on.”
Everyone fell silent for a little while before returning to eating and chatting like nothing had happened.  It was clear that Steve was still angry about the idea, and you hoped that he’d actually go.
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Queen of Heaven
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Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky x Sex Club Owner! Reader
Word Count: 4K +
A/N:  This comes directly after Carnivores, Vegans, and Boy Scouts, Oh My! This is in the This Thing Of Ours AU   
Warnings: As usual 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. Not Beta’d, all errors my own. Woman centered Sex club, graphic depictions of sex acts, ex-free-use Sharon Carter, voyeurism, fantasies, kinks, fetishes, choking, breath play, masturbation, bi-sexual proposition, dp, sex with multiples, Switch reader, definite dom/sub play, oral sex (m/f recieving) use of pain as pleasure, Switch Bucky, restraints, slapping, spitting, explicit talk of topping Bucky, orgasm denial, cum play, use of ‘Puppy’ pet name.  Basically reader turns Bucky out, lol. This is PWP.
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Two weeks after his first meeting with you, Bucky and Sharon Carter rolled up to a Tribeca hotel in a black SUV. His driver, Robbie, was also protection for his date tonight.
Robbie parked and Bucky stepped out, then went around and opened the other door for the blonde, who stepped out to reveal a black mini dress and steep black red bottoms. Bucky could tell that she wasn’t wearing anything else, and although it was intended to be alluring, it had no effect on Bucky.
But he played the game, smiling at her smirk as they headed into the lobby. 
“This is way outside of your wheelhouse, isn’t it Bucky? Are you sure you are not trying to give it a go again?”
Sharon turned toward Bucky and looked up at him.
Bucky stepped back and cleared his throat, establishing a boundary.
“Sharon, we talked about ground rules before we came. No. We are not giving “it” a go again. If that is a problem for you, we don’t need to go in here. Robbie can take you home. I’ll find another way to get in.”
Bucky’s face was serious, and Sharon’s smile dropped.
Sam, Steve, and Bucky each had a go at Sharon, and it just wasn’t destined to be along term thing. But that didn’t stop her from trying to get with one, or all of them, again.
“Robbie is my boy, he’s rescued me from more than one of your Valkyrie get togethers gone wrong in the past.”
Sharon looked wistful. Bucky almost felt bad. Almost. He knew how manipulative Sharon was.
“Listen Shar. You said you wanted to be friends. We are not a thing anymore. I know you love attention. Here is your chance. If we go in here, you can have some fun, and I can get what I need for Valkyrie. There is not going to be anything happening between me and you in here. Got it?”
Sharon batted her eyes.
“You don’t even want to watch? Sam loved it when we came.”
Bucky paused at that bit of information, but just decided to ignore it.
“Nope. You’re free as a bird.”
Sharon cleared her throat and smoothed her dress.
“Good. You won’t cramp my style then.”
“Right.”
Bucky took Sharon’s arm and steered her to the right, into the closed-for-the-private-function restaurant.
There was a tall man, dressed all in black, who was making sure of the identities of all who entered. After checking Bucky and Sharon in, he waved a long arm around the corner into the restaurant, where people, all dressed in black, are mingling, enjoying cocktails, and talking amongst themselves.
Sharon ordered a prosecco and walked over to a table while Bucky ordered bourbon. She picked up a card.
“This is the ice-breaker mixer portion of the evening. I’m off to find someone with a different eye color than I came with.”
She looked up at Bucky and into his blue eyes.
“See you later, Alligator.”
She smiled and glided away to a beautiful young lady with long dark hair and alabaster skin. 
Bucky reconsidered what Sharon said about watching as a short redhead sidled up to him. He put on a tight smile and answered the question that she read from the card.
“Ummmm. Reverse cowgirl,” he said absentmindedly, trying to be polite while scanning the place for you. 
After about 45 minutes of awkward mingling on Bucky’s part, the host called everyone’s attention and gave some ground rules detailing what was to be allowed in the clubhouse, which was not far away. The number one rule was that only women could extend invitations for sex acts. Men were free to accept or decline, or offer to watch, but nothing else. 
Sharon drifted back over to Bucky. When the information was disseminated, the host, who said his name was Utu, led everyone to the club which was just down the block. Bucky and Sharon walked in silence, each contemplating the possibilities.
Inside the club was dark and drenched in red lights. There was one angel, you, dressed in all-white. 
Bucky’s took you in. Your hair, which was pulled back the first time he saw you, was now a huge halo around your head, and your white leather corset was covered in buckles and bows. The garment seemed to be pulled tight to gather the soft looking globes of your breasts up nearer your face, which glowed with a light he didn’t see before. 
Those eyes of yours were glowing, and those lips. How he wanted to experience them. His eyes moved lower to the bodice of your dress, which was cut so low cut that Bucky could swear that he could see a hint of your areolas. That fact made him shift his stance and attempt to will down a sudden change in how his pants fit.
Bucky licked his lips as his eyes flowed down your body. Your dress fit your waist and then flared into a short train in the back, while the front hem curved upward and showed your generous thighs made more prominent and muscular by your high platform open toed shoes. Bucky stared at your white painted toenails and discovered at that moment that he had a toe fetish.
“Welcome to Queen of Heaven, Ladies, and guests.”
Everyone was mesmerized by you. Your eyes scanned the crowd and faces, hesitated when you saw Bucky, but then continued with what you were saying.
“I am Inanna.”
Your eyes came back to Bucky, your eyes meeting when you gave that name, knowing that he knew it wasn’t the truth.
 “I hope that tonight you begin to understand, and give way to your desires, whether with others, or on an individual journey to your true self.”
You locked eyes with Bucky and an electricity zapped between you again. Sharon’s head was on a swivel, watching this thing play out with you two. She cleared her throat, and that snapped you out of it. You smiled, and stepped aside for everyone to enter.
“Enjoy!”
Utu stood between you and the guests as they filed past, prohibiting anyone from coming near you. Bucky wanted to stop, but the eagerness of those around him compelled him into the club.
By the time Utu brought up the rear, you were nowhere in sight.
“Do you know her?”
“What?”
Bucky’s brain was scrambled; he’d forgotten his mission and could only think to explore his desires with you. Honestly, he’d forgotten that Sharon was there.
“Inanna?”
Bucky looked down at Sharon without registering her features. 
“I don’t know anyone named Inanna.”
Bucky’s face gave away nothing, but Sharon was a smart woman. 
“Right.” 
Bucky could tell that she didn’t believe him. 
“I’m going to go explore.”
Bucky gave her his practiced smile.
“Have fun.”
“Oh. I will.”
Sharon winked at Bucky and then disappeared.
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30 minutes later, after low-key searching for you throughout the club to no avail, Bucky had gotten an eyeful of women who were seeking out their pleasures, be it by just watching, pleasuring themselves, light to heavy petting, and various sex acts with one or more partners of all genders and sexes. 
Every time Bucky came upon a man restrained in any way, his heart beat staccato. 
He thought of your suggestion to explore his desires. Normally, Bucky was the initiator in sex. It came with the territory because of his chosen livelihood. As a mobster, it was expected that Bucky would just take what he wanted.
But what if he just wanted to be taken? The moment that thought registered, Bucky’s world was rocked.
Bucky stopped to watch a woman ride a man, her hand around his throat, while another woman watched. The two women kissed as the man panted for air and smiled wide, blushing and flushed with pleasure. 
“Would you like to join us?”
Bucky looked down at the small brunette beside him, the same one that Sharon spoke to at the restaurant, and at the huge dirty blonde male who was with her. She was nestled in the crook of his arm as his hands roamed her body.
“We would like someone who wants to experience both of us. And us them. Are you interested?”
Bucky looked from the man to the woman.
“I’m flattered, but I am still exploring. Individually at the moment.”
The brunette tsked as she eyed Bucky.
“A shame. Maybe next time.”
Bucky hadn’t considered that there would be a next time. He was just here to confront you and to use the information for leverage to get you to sign the contract, but now… 
A passing waiter stopped and Bucky reached for a drink.
“Do you need anything, Sir?”
“Inanna. What does she do at the club? Does she participate? Where is she?”
The young male looked at ease in the black leather straps that comprised his uniform. His codpiece was large and Bucky wondered if he were on the menu for the female members as well. He wondered if you had broken him in. He wondered if the waiter gave you pleasure. He wondered what your kink was…. 
Bucky’s mind started to spiral as the waiter answered with a velvet voice that Bucky found oddly appealing. He wondered if there were anything in his drink or if it was the club. 
“Inanna is everywhere. I’ve never seen her participate, or been invited to her space, but there are stories. She mostly just watches.”
He indicated upwards and Bucky looked up to see cut out rectangles near the warehouse high black ceilings. He saw a flash of white and immediately understood.
You were up there. Watching everything.
When he looked back down, the waiter had disappeared.
Bucky took a drink and scanned the clubhouse. His eyes paused momentarily at the image of Sharon on a huge red bed engaged in double penetration with two muscle-bound males, one blonde, one brunette, while she sucked off another brown skinned adonis. 
“Hmph? Who would have thought?” Bucky said below his breath as he headed back toward the entrance.
He explored the welcome area more closely, and found a panel in the wall. He looked around to ensure that no one was watching, and opened it to find a flight of stairs, black but illuminated from below by red lights. He gulped as he looked up the staircase.
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Your heart was beating wildly. Bucky was finally making his way up to you, and the anticipation had you wet. You would have thought that he would have figured it out before now, but you underestimated his curiosity. 
The way Bucky paused to watch people doing everything you wanted to do with him made you thrill. But he was taking too long, and you didn’t want to touch yourself tonight. You wanted him.
So you sent Paolo over with drinks to give him a nudge.
Ever since the encounter in your office, you felt things you hadn’t in years, if ever. 
Your mind would not stop creating made up scenarios of playtime with James Bucky Barnes. There was something about him that made you want to let down your walls.
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The moment Bucky saw you upstairs, he knew it was over for him. Your scent enveloped him and pulled him closer to you. He took in your form, and all of his bodily systems ramped up.
You’d removed the train to your dress, which showcased your legs and as he stared at them, he decided he wanted to experience them close-up.
You watched James Barnes enter your space and stand there, sex on legs in a black and leather suit. His eyes roamed your body with possession and you watched him greet you, not with words, but with a full body expression of lust. You noticed his tongue absentmindedly poking around in his cheek; you decided that he must be thinking hard.
You decided to forgo the formalities.
“Why are you here, Mr. Barnes?”
His eyes finally met yours.
“Call me Bucky.”
You scoffed. 
“I most certainly will not. What the hell is a Bucky?”
Bucky chuckled, then came closer to you, taking note of your reactions. Your eyes told a story your demeanor did not. 
“I am here to ask you to sign the contract again. This little enterprise of yours would be very interesting information for some people. I’ll keep your secret, and offer the club protection, if you join our organization.”
Bucky circled you as if you were prey, and he couldn’t know how much that turned you on. You craved the primal, pure emotion of desire. He was taking you there.
“The terms of your contract are untenable. I am not a fool, Mr. Barnes.”
“Everything is negotiable. Inanna?”
He questioned your alias as he stared at your ass, which was a delicacy that he had to taste. You turned your head as he lingered behind you.
“See something you like, Mr. Barnes?”
Bucky circled back around to face you and licked his lips, that tongue snaking out and almost destroying your soul.
“As a matter of fact… I do.”
You moved forward, as if into his arms, but just as he was about to raise them, you brushed past him and seemingly floated to a bar in the corner of the room.
“Take off your jacket, Mr. Barnes, and we’ll talk.”
You indicated a yellow couch. Bucky looked at his phone and saw a text that Robbie was taking Sharon home, and Bucky was pleased at that. He took off his jacket and sat down, eyes scanning the room to view the toys displayed on the walls.
You brought him his drink and sat down beside him.
“What do you know about sex play? Kinks? Fetishes? BDSM?”
Bucky took another drink.
“I know the basics. What all those are. Safe words. But I’ve never really…not seriously…beyond the occasional girl with a Daddy kink… Never really used a lot of toys. Well. Not like these. My sex life has been pretty straightforward.”
Bucky indicated your room and you looked around. And then back at him.
“My sex life is pretty straight forward, Mr. Barnes. I either relinquish control, or I gain it from my partner. I am a Switch. Which means that I can be dominant.” 
You stared at him and he flashed back to the meeting in your office.
“Or submissive. Sometimes it depends on the day, the mood I’m in. Or sometimes I can be both within a matter of minutes.”
Bucky started breathing hard. He felt intoxicated, but he could usually hold his liquor and this was only his third drink.  
Must have been you. 
Bucky stood up, if only to maintain control. 
You noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled into your drink. You watched as he examined the toys that were on your walls, and the equipment built in taking the opportunity to roam away from you. He stopped at the restraints. He sipped his drink and looked up to see how it was connected to a track in the ceiling. You observed his curiosity. You could read him like a book.
“These look like they can move anywhere you want them in the room.”
His voice was plaintive, soft, and wistful.
“They can. They come in very handy in some scenes. Do you want to see how they work? Do you want to play with me?”
You put your drink down, walked over to the wall and raised your arms very slowly and deliberately. The invitation was unmistakable. Bucky almost fell to his knees, but instead took another drink and moved closer to you. He looked in your eyes and then up at the restraints, leaning close to pull one down. The crank of gears was a satisfying sensation that helped set the mood as he lengthened the chain to which they were attached.
Bucky opened the latch and enclosed your wrist in his large hand, caressing you with his thumb. This tenderness was unexpected and you normally wouldn’t have allowed it, but James Barnes was proving to be your weakness. 
He looked into your eyes again and then fastened your arm into place. The way you sighed and settled into being restrained made his cock even harder. He fastned the other wrist and witnessed a distinct change in your demeanor. You were definitely more relaxed. You looked up at him and he was under your spell. 
Those eyes had a hold on him.
“Thank you, Sir. My words are simple: green for good, yellow for caution, nearing my limit, and red for stop immediately.”
You looked up at him. And Bucky understood that he was responsible for you now. 
“Good girl.”
You trembled and bit your lip.
“Would you like for me to show you the range of the restraints?”
“Yes.”
You took a deep breath and stepped forward, Bucky walked backwards, not wanting to take his eyes off you. You walked around the perimeter of the room and Bucky stopped to watch you, observing your legs, your ass and your breasts which were slipping out of the leather bodice.
Bucky stood in the center of the room. He pointed to a spot in front of him. 
“Come here.”
You did as he asked and stood, waiting for a command. 
Bucky reached for your bodice and pulled the cups down, letting your breasts fully spill out. 
“Be still.”
Your body thrilled as Bucky lowered his mouth and licked each of your nipples, making them pebble against the air of the room. Then, he straightened and watched your face as he twisted your nipples with increasing intensity.
“What is your word?”
“Green, Sir. I’m used to clamps.”
Bucky slapped your breasts and pulled on your nipples, making you bite your lip and fluids leak down your thighs.
“I didn’t ask for all that information.”
You cast your eyes down, pleased at how this was going. Bucky jerked your chin up, then kissed you, mouth bruising your lips. Then he pulled back and his hand traveled down to your waist and around, squeezing your ass, and then back round to finger your folds through the leather. His fingers found snaps. 
“Eyes on me.”
Bucky slid down to his knees and carefully freed your lower body from the leather. Bucky looked up at you as he placed one thigh on his shoulder. Then he gazed at your most intimate physical part.
“I’ve wondered how you would look, feel, and taste down here.”
You bit your lip, but did not respond as his fingers reached up to feel your wet folds, and to dip into your heat. His eyes dropped with the pleasure of anticipation, then he looked straight at you.
“You are going to give me an orgasm, when I tell you. Understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
You whispered it. You’d never been this overwhelmed. 
Bucky pinched your clit.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Ah! Yes, Sir!”
You screamed it into the room and creamed on his fingers. He was fucking you with them now, and the only thing holding you up was Bucky’s strong hand.
Irrationally, you dreamed of running your hands through Bucky’s hair as his face moved into your creamy center. But you were restrained. And it was for your good. 
It would not do to fall for James Barnes.
Bucky maintained eye contact as he began eating you out. You tasted like pomegranates and the feel of your velvet innermost parts on his tongue was sublime. He could only imagine how you would feel wrapped around him. He wanted to take his cock out right then for some relief, but he decided to focus on you.
You watched, heard, and felt him lick, slurp and suckle your labia, cunt, and clit, and you gave him what he wanted quckly. And all over him.
Bucky stood up, taking off his drenched shirt, eyes on fire.
“Good girl.”
He reached for you and kissed you again, giving you a taste of you. He unbuckled his belt and you trembled, but he didn’t do what you were expecting. 
“My turn.”
He was leading you back to the wall.
“Can you let me experience the other side, Inanna?”
You didn’t imagine that he would assent so quickly.
“Oh, Yes, Sir.”
You smiled at him as he unfastened you. You stepped away from the wall and flexed your wrists, testing your flexibility. Bucky reached for your hands to soothe them and you shoved him against the wall, much like you did at your first meeting. Your forearm was against his throat, but your breasts were pressed against his chest.
“Did I give you permission to touch me?”
Bucky grinned. 
“No, Inanna.”
“Then don’t. Unless I order you to.”
“Yes, Inanna.”
“What are your words.”
“Same as yours, Inanna, Red, Yellow, Green.”
He was inordinately happy.
You slapped Bucky’s face, and you saw that tongue poking the cheek you’d just reddened.
“Wipe that fucking smile off your face.”
Bucky just stared at you, waiting for you to continue.
You pressed your forearm harder, and watched as Bucky gasped for breath. You released him and you could tell he was suppressing a smile.
“Hands up, Mr. Barnes.”
You stayed where you were, your breasts brushing against his chest and driving him crazy as you fastened him in. He craved you already and even though you were right there. Even though he was fastened to the wall, Bucky felt free. 
This was the best feeling ever.
You pulled Bucky’s zipper down and reached into his pants, finding more than suitable. You looked down and smile.
“Oh, Mr. Barnes. Looks like you’ve made a mess of yourself. Am I always going to have to clean you up?” Bucky stopped himself from nodding vehemently at the promise of more.
You dropped his pants around his ankles, hemming him up not only by his arms, but by his ankles as well.
You kneeled down and rubbed him from tip to balls, and extended your fingers behind, ghosting over his hole.
“Hmmmm. About nine inches. And thick too.” 
You looked up at Bucky, almost giving him a heart attack.
“I am pleased.”
You licked him all over, collecting all of the fluid on his cock, then you deep throat him, causing a low rumbling moan in his throat. You proceeded to give him the filthiest pep talk he ever had between your slurps and gags. Your fingers teased him to the point of delirium. He’d never felt like this before.
“Why do I want fuck you with my strap, Mr. Barnes?”
Bucky pulsed in your hands involuntarily at that. It was unexpected. You stood up and pulled his mouth open, spitting on his tongue.
“Swallow.”
He did as he was told and pulsed for you again, mouth falling open for you to kiss him.
“You like that idea, hunh? Getting as good as you give?”
You began to tug on his cock, stroking him for dear life as he whimpered under your control.
“Don’t worry. We’ll start with 6 inches. I’d bet you’d cum all over the place.”
Bucky buried his head in your shoulder as you jacked him mercilessly, afraid of his feelings about the situation.
“I’d go easy on you. At first. We could start with a plug. I’d have you, ass up on my bed, legs wide, while I lick that special hole of yours, and then push it in slowly. Then, I’d turn you over and then ride your cock into the sunset.”
You were stroking his cock and grasping his neck, feeling his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
“D’you think you could you fuck me well enough? Do you have it in you to put it in me? Do you want to be my Puppy?”
This time, Bucky nodded.
You slapped him again.
“Can I use your cock for my pleasure? Any time I want?”
Bucky’s pupils were blown, and his mouth was open and gasping for breath.
HIs tongue came out and moistened his lips, his eyes on the point where your hard nipples were pressing into his chest as you stroked him.
“I’m going to fit you to my throat again. And you better not cum.”
Those words almost made Bucky cum on the spot and when he saw you on your knees, he wasn’t sure he was up to the challenge.
You worked and kneaded his balls firmly, careful not to hurt him, but just on the edge of pain. It was so much pleasure. 
“Mmmmmm. A cock ring. That is what you need to control yourself. Right Puppy?” Bucky would have agreed to anything at this moment.
You stroked him over your breasts, his tip rubbing your nipples and then you licked him from root to tip, plunging your mouth around him as you deep throated him again. Your tongue and throat were magic, Bucky went to stroke your hair, but his hands were restrained and he almost lost it.
The feeling was indescribable. He whined.
“Love to hear your cute little sounds, Puppy. So adorable.”
You spit on his cock and took him in your mouth again, pulling suction on his member and pushing him down your throat to make him dangerously close. Then you stopped.
Bucky’s whines and sounds were getting to you. You needed to get off again.
You peeled off your garment and lay down in front of him.
“I’m going to get off Puppy. You watch and you better not cum. Pay attention.”
Your eyes watched his jumping cock as Bucky’s eyes were plastered to your hands, which pulled at your nipples and circled your clit in tight, insistent, fast circles. You saw his balls draw up and his cock jack higher.
“Careful, Puppy. You don’t want to cum all over me right now. Don’t do it.”
You started inserting your fingers and all of a sudden your back arched and you squeezed your breast and your orgasm began. Unfortunately, so did Bucky’s. 
“Fuuuuccckkkkk!” 
Bucky roared. He had never come so hard before, untouched, and all over everywhere.
“Oh no… Puppy. You didn’t….”
You sounded disappointed as you played in his cum and Bucky pumped more spend on you.
You got up and walked into the adjacent room to take a 5 minute shower to clean up while leaving Bucky restrained.
While apart, both of you contemplated what just happened. You thought of ways to pump the brakes and Bucky was scheming on how to make you his. Both of you knew you were doomed.
You came out in a white robe and your hair tied up. You looked more beautiful than ever, and relaxed. 
You smiled at him as you released him from the restraints and handed him a warm towel.
“Clean up. You are welcome to use my shower. Unfortunately, because you did not follow my instructions, you will need to leave. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
Before Bucky could respond, you were gone through another door, leaving Bucky to quickly shower and dress, and make his way down the stairs.
He found himself out on the street, hearing the door latch behind him. He wanted to turn back around and pound on the door for you, but he just texted Robbie.
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Halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge, a message appeared on his phone from an unknown number.
Let’s do business, I have some contingencies, but I’ll sign the contract. Call me tomorrow to set up a meeting. – Inanna
Bucky saved the number and smiled.
Sharon texted a moment later.
“Well? Did you get what you wanted, Bucky?”
Bucky ignored the text and asked himself, “Who the hell is Bucky?”
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starvinginbelair · 4 days
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captain carter about to be in the mcu again…
meanwhile sharon carter’s character arc is in shambles, natasha is DEAD, bucky is being sidelined, clint is retired, and sam is in a movie with a zionistic character
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THE CAPFAMILY
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A Friendly Smile From the Past ~ Series Masterlist
Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader [with College!Bucky/High School!Bucky in flashbacks and mentions
[Ongoing series]
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Summary:
When you were young, you were friends with a neighbourhood boy who liked the same things as you. You both grew up together and as long as you had each other and the rest of your friends, there was always a make-believe adventure right around the corner. He grew up to be a successful businessman and seems to have forgotten where he came from.
You haven’t talked to him or the rest of the close-knit group of friends you used to be in years, but the death of a person who had been involved in all of your lives brings him and everyone back to the old neighbourhood. Does time allow you to reconnect and reintroduce him to the life he left behind? Does it allow you to build back the friendships you lost? Will you finally confess your feelings to him? Or is it too late?
One: I'm Fired?
Two: The Funeral
Three: Explaining can be hard
Four: Why won't you tell the truth?
Five:
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literaryavenger · 4 months
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I love you and I hate it - part 2
Summary: After your fight with Bucky you put all your efforts into avoiding him, convinced that your friendship is over. Bucky, however, has other plans.
Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. Fluff.
Word Count: 4.5K
A/N: I promise I didn't mean to make it this long, but I couldn't help myself, again, and I didn't want to end on another 'cliffhanger' so here it is! hope you like it!
Part 1
Masterlist
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Bucky couldn’t believe what he just heard. You like him? No, you used the word ‘love’. You love him. Do you love him? Certainly, he would’ve noticed if you did, right? He is a trained assassin, he was taught how to see beyond people’s words and actions. And he knows you, you can deny it all you want, but he knows you better than anyone. He knows you better than he knows himself. And if he’s being honest, you know him better than anyone ever has, Steve included. You feel safe, you feel calm. You feel like the peace he’s always wanted, the quiet he needs. You feel like home. In a platonic way, of course. Right? His thoughts of you are interrupted by Sharon’s voice. He didn’t even realize he was back at the party.
-where did you go?- she asked and, suddenly, her grip on his arm was just a little too tight for his liking, but it was probably nothing.
-I went to check if Y/N was okay.-
-oh- something in her voice felt wrong, but Bucky tried to ignore it, that is until what she said next. -why would you even care about her? All she does is embarrass you like before. She’s useful to no one, I heard the only reason she’s even on the team is because she slept her way to it.- she laughed like it was the funniest thought in the world, and Bucky couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Not only was she saying hurtful, untrue things about his girl, but she has the audacity to laugh at her own cruelty?
-How dare you?- he does his best not to yell, but his tone still startles Sharon. -Y/N is the best agent in all of Shield, that’s why she got in the team! She’s not an embarrassment, she’s a valued member of this team and she’s my best friend! Of course I care about her, she’s the most important person in my life! Don’t ever talk about her that way again.- She seems shocked at his words but, looking around, realizes people are starting to stare so she tries her best to defuse the situation.
-Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t say things like that again. Let’s just calm down and have a nice rest of the evening, ok?- in his head Bucky knew her request was reasonable, he could let this go and keep having fun with his girlfriend, but in his heart he just knew he couldn’t let this go. The words were coming out of his mouth before he could stop them, not that he wanted to.
-You know what, Sharon? This isn’t working. We have to break up.- he doesn’t even give her a chance to say anything before he’s turning around and making his way to his room.
Meanwhile, on the roof, Steve’s trying to talk you down the ledge. Metaphorically speaking, obviously. 
-He hates me, Steve.- you couldn’t stop the tears.
-Stop saying that, sweetheart, he doesn’t hate you.-
- You saw what happened at the party, the way he looked at me. And he heard me say that I love him and walked away like it was nothing. If he didn’t hate me before, this certainly pushed him off the edge.- 
Steve had nothing to say to that, he knew Bucky didn’t hate you, but he also knew that you’re too stubborn to hear any reason, especially not right now when you are hurting the most. Right now you needed a friend and shoulder to cry on, usually Bucky would take on that role, but, given the circumstances, Steve decided to step up and be that friend. He wrapped his arms around your crying body and held you as you let it all out. Neither of you said anything else, the only sounds in the dark of the night being your sobs, until eventually you calmed down and after a few moments of silence Steve glanced down to see you fell asleep. 
Not wanting to wake you up he carefully picked you up and made his way to the elevator. When he got to the floor you both reside in he found Sam and Natasha chatting at the kitchen counter, probably about to go to bed after coming up from the party. Sam gave him a confused look, while Nat seemed to understand what was going on right away as she moved without saying a word, walking ahead of him towards your room. She opened it for him and walked in behind him and moved the covers back as he laid you on your bed as carefully as he could, and then Nat delicately took your heels off before covering you with the duvet. As they’re leaving your room the door opposite yours opens, revealing a hopeful Bucky but when he sees it’s not you, his face goes back to neutral. He’s about to ask where you are when Natasha beats him to the punch.
-Leave her alone, Barnes. You’ve already hurt her enough.- Is all she says before she steps into her bedroom. Bucky looks to his best friend for help but, at his confused face, the blonde super soldier just shakes his head in disappointment and walks away without a word. Bucky stands there for a few minutes, just staring at your door like he's gonna will you to open it and talk to him. He sighs and goes back to his room where he spends the next few hours overthinking about you, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning when you wake up you feel peace for about 10 seconds before the events of last night hit you like a truck, and all you can feel is humiliation. How can you face the team after they witnessed your fight with Bucky? How can you face Steve after he saw you at your most vulnerable and, apparently, carried you to bed after you cried yourself to sleep? How can you face Bucky after he heard you say you love him and he walked away from you? You can’t, that’s the answer. Should you just move out? Just quit the team, ask Hill to be reassigned? Maybe you could even get transferred to another country. You’re not overreacting, right? This is a very embarrassing situation and you have every right to want to run away from all of it. As you’re making up an escape plan in your mind you hear a knock on your door, followed by Steve’s voice.
-hey, are you awake? We just wanted to make sure you were okay…- you try to be as silent as you can, slowing down your breathing praying he’ll think you’re sleeping. You hear him exchange some muffled words with what sounds like Natasha, and then you hear their footsteps as they walk away. You let out a relieved sigh.
Okay, step one is definitely getting out of this room, it’s just the most obvious place where to look for you. You get up and out of your awfully classy dress, take a shower being sure to clean away all the makeup from last night and put on the most comfortable sweats you own. Just as you’re opening the door you can see Bucky opening his about to get out and, in a panic move, you run back inside your room and slam the door shut. Very subtle, yes. You rest your back against the door and can hear him sigh and then walk away. You wait a few minutes, just to be sure, and then relax a little. Your plan was to go to the gym and work out a bit, but now all you can think about is getting the hell out of this compound. You grab your purse, make sure to have your phone and keys in it and open the door, making sure no one’s around before getting out. You’re practically running, taking the stairs for good measure, and in a flash you’re at the garage. You jump in your car and drive away as fast as you can without breaking the law, not even knowing where to go. Once you’re in the city you stop at a cafe for breakfast near your favorite book store, the one you and Bucky have visited together a hundred times. Okay, stop that, no more thinking about Bucky. You spend the rest of the day just going from one store to the other, stopping to have lunch at the diner you always go to when you’re in the city, and trying not to kick yourself for not being able to stop thinking about Bucky. Seriously, why can’t you stop thinking about him? It doesn’t help the fact that every one of your favorite places has at least a hundred and twelve memories of Bucky. God, have you ever gone anywhere on your own in the last two years? The more memories come to mind the more you think that maybe transferring wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Go somewhere new, get a fresh start.
When it starts getting dark you decide to drive back to the compound, but when you park and turn the car off you can’t find it in yourself to get out. You take out your phone, which you’ve been ignoring all day, and go through all the messages of your worried friends, hating yourself a little more when you catch yourself looking for his name in your notifications. Just as you’re about to answer Tony’s texts first, you get a call from Steve. You stare at your phone, unsure if you can stomach answering him right now, but your decision is rendered moot when someone taps against your window. Your head snaps towards it and you let out a breath of relief when you see Steve standing there, holding his phone and using it to tap on your window again. You close your eyes for a second but resign to your fate as you gather your things and get out of the car. When you lock your car you turn to see that Steve moved to be leaning on the trunk of your car, so you join him and wait for him to say something, not knowing what to say yourself.
-So,- he starts, with his arm folded in front of his chest and looking at his shoes -you’re avoiding all of us now?- you let out a sigh, feeling bad for hurting his feelings.
-I’m sorry, Steve. I just…- you can’t even look at him as you talk, so you just look ahead of you at all the cars -I’m just embarrassed. After everything that happened last night, I don’t know… God, you even carried me to bed like a child.- you covered your face with your hands.
You finally looked at him when you heard him chuckling. -that’s what friends do, Y/N. They lean on each other.- he bumps your shoulder with his -I know we’re not as close as you and Bucky, but I am your friend too. I’m not gonna judge you for last night, I just want to make sure you’re okay. That’s what we all want. You made us worry that you might run away on us.- He says the last part as a joke, but you can’t help looking away from him. That’s exactly what you wanted to do. You bite your lip as he keeps looking at you and you feel like he can see the gears turning in your head, like your thoughts are so loud and your guilt so visible that he knows right away he was right on the money.
-Y/N…- it’s almost a warning, but you still can’t find the courage to look at him. -You were seriously thinking of running away?!- he seemed almost shocked.
-okay, it’s not like I’m a teenager running away in the middle of the night after a fight with her parents!- you finally look at him -I was just considering… I don’t know, maybe asking for a transfer?-
-so you actually want to leave the team just because you had a fight with Bucky?-
-It’s not just the fight, Steve, he knows I love him and he doesn’t even care! Do you realize how much that hurts? And now I’m supposed to, what? Just go back to how things used to be? Pretend like nothing happened? Even if we’re not friends anymore, he lives across the hall from me! I’m bound to see him and it’s gonna hurt every fucking time!- You’re almost crying, again, but you hold back not wanting to go through that again.
-I know it hurts, trust me, sweetheart, but… what about us?- you look at him as he goes on -we’re your team too. We’re your friends, we’re your family. You can’t just leave us. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, but we can help you make it better. We all care about you a lot.- it’s honestly a miracle you’re not crying already. You feel him take your hand, but don’t look away from his face.
-please let us help you- you squeeze his hand and nod, not trusting your voice not to break and the flood to hit as soon as you open your mouth. He smiles at you and you can’t help but do the same. -good. Then let’s go up and have dinner like we always do.- he starts walking and taking you with him, his hand still in yours. While you’re waiting for the elevator you can’t hold yourself back as you turn to him and give him a tight hug.-thank you- he hugs you back just as tight, -anytime, rookie.- you snort and let go of him, giving him a punch in the arm you’re sure he didn’t even feel as he laughed with you.
When you got to the big kitchen most of the team was already there, you sat down next to Natasha and Steve sat at her other side. The seat next to you was quickly occupied by Sam as he brought the pizza to the table. He gave you a side hug and squeezed your arm in sympathy but aside from that nobody even mentioned what happened last night, which you were grateful for. You ate like always, having conversations, laughing and teasing each other like normal, you didn’t feel like anyone was pitying you and you realized Steve was right: these people are your family, you could never leave them, and now, as you watch Loki and Peter trying to make you laugh while messing with Thor’s hair, you just know they’re gonna help you through everything.
What makes you sad to notice is that one brooding super soldier is missing, though you don’t bring it up for fear of opening that particular door. And that’s how you pass the next few weeks: avoiding anything and everything that has to do with Bucky, including the man himself. You start training with Natasha and realize how easy Bucky went on you, doing more missions with Sam and Steve and realized that missions weren’t as fun for everybody as they were for you and Bucky, hanging out during your down time with pretty much everyone and realized that you couldn’t have as much fun with everyone as you had with Bucky. So yeah, as much as you could avoid Bucky and talking about him to anybody, he lived rent free in your head. Fun, huh? It also didn’t help the look that Steve gave you every time you basically ran out of a room as soon as you caught a glimpse of your former best friend. 
Everybody noticed the change in your friendship, but it felt like they all took a silent oath to not mention anything to either of you. You were glad they were respecting your choice to stay away from Bucky. He, on the other hand, was going crazy. He hasn’t seen you in weeks, except for those few seconds before you realize he’s in the same room and run away. He doesn’t hear your voice unless he’s eavesdropping on you with someone else, but even then he never heard his name come out of your mouth. Nobody will tell him anything about you, the only thing he can get out of Steve is ‘she’s okay, just give her time’. He’s been trying his best to give you the space you need, but he feels like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t hear you say his name soon.
It’s been a month of successfully and not so subtly avoiding Bucky. There was one time where you were about to land for a mission, he got much too close to you for your liking and you thought he was about to say something so you grabbed a parachute and quite literally jumped out the jet, then walked the rest of the way to the Hydra base. Everyone had to wait for you, some annoyed, some found the situation too amusing to be bothered by it. Anyway. 
You’re at the gym for an early morning workout, a habit you took to when you started avoiding Bucky. You know he usually stays up at night, occasionally because he still gets nightmares, usually because his overthinking mind tortures him until early hours, so he uses mornings to sleep in when he doesn’t have missions. You’re on the treadmill when you hear the doors of the gym open but think nothing of it, assuming it’s just Steve replacing his morning run with a workout because it’s too hot to run outside. When you don’t hear him say anything, you’re about to turn your head to see who it is, but before you can do anything you feel two hands, one cold and one hot, on your waist. You squeal when they pick you up and take you away from the treadmill and set you down on the ground in front of it before turning off the machine.
-Bucky, what the fuck?! I could’ve gotten hurt!- you were so shocked you didn’t even fully realize you were actually talking to the person you’ve spent so much time and effort avoiding, or that you were walking backwards while Bucky was getting closer to you.
-oh please, I’d never let you get hurt- he’s almost amused, like this is a normal thing between you two, but the truth is he’s just happy that you’re actually talking to him. When your back hits the wall you realize too late that it’s Bucky in front of you, suddenly you’re looking around you to find a way to escape, but all you find is that he’s successfully trapped you between the wall and his body, his arms against the wall at either side of your head. You gulp loudly and if he notices he doesn’t say anything, but your brain is too busy registering the warmth of his body so close to yours to even be ashamed right now.
-Is this the only way I’ll get to talk to you now?- you almost missed his question, your eyes snapping up to meet his and, where you expected to see a smug look at having caught you not only off guard but also ogling, you found a frown and a slight pout. Something about the hurt on his face stopped you from lying or straight up kicking him so he’d move and you could run away. No, Bucky was your best friend, you’ve always felt the need to be honest with him ever since that first day, and even now you owe it to him to tell him nothing but the truth.
-I just need time- you hoped he understood.
-How much more time do you need?- apparently not.
-I don’t know, can’t you just be patient?- do you really have to ask him this?
-It’s been a month, doll, I think I’ve been plenty patient. Are you planning on avoiding me forever?- 
-not forever… just… I don’t know- if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know how long you would’ve kept on avoiding him. You were so busy doing the actual avoiding that you didn’t get to thinking when you’d be able to stop. You let out a sigh, but didn’t look away from his eyes for a second. He needed to know you meant every word you were about to say. -I was hurting, Bucky. I still am. I get that you have a girlfriend-
-I broke up with her- he interrupted you.
-you… what? When?- you weren’t expecting that.
-the night of our fight. I would’ve told you sooner but it was hard to catch you, you know with you avoiding me and everything.- you almost lost your train of thought, but it didn’t matter that he was single, he was still the first one to walk away, why was it so wrong for you to do it now?
-It doesn’t matter… I know you don’t owe me anything, but you walked away from me, from my feelings.- you could see Bucky’s confusion so, before he could say anything, you explained. -that night on the roof. I know you were there, you heard me say that I loved you and you walked away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I know you don’t like me like that, and I can live with that in time, but it hurt. It still hurts.- you don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely wasn’t his next question.
-Do you remember the day we met?- you furrowed your brows in confusion and he waited for you to nod before he kept going. -we’ve never really talked about it, have we? It's ironic since we’ve talked about pretty much every topic we could possibly come up with. But that day, you introduced yourself and I just got up and walked away. Kind of what you’ve been doing this past few weeks-  he chuckled a bit and you had the impression he was getting closer to your face, but you were probably just imagining that.
-Yeah, I thought I did something wrong, but you were just a rude bitch.- he laughed and you couldn’t help but smile.
-I’m sorry about that, I just… the second I saw you I felt weird. And when you talked to me it was too much, I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t know what I was feeling and my brain just screamed at me to get out, so I did. Then you came to my door and said all those nice things and that weird feeling started to feel more and more comfortable as you talked. It was nice. Then we became friends and I guess I just dismissed that feeling as friendship. It was a different type of friendship that I’d never had. Then again I’ve never been this close to a woman, emotionally speaking.- His hand came to cup your cheek and you couldn’t speak, so he took the opportunity to say everything he needed to say.
-This month has been hell for me, doll. I’ve missed you more than I’ve ever missed anybody in my entire life. Not being able to spend time with you, joke around, talk to you, barely even see you. It's been driving me insane. Being away from you for so long made me realize what that feeling was. You’re not just my best friend, you’re my person. You’re my calm, and my reason. You’re my happiness, my home. You’re the love of my life.-
-what?- you were basically whispering, so quietly you’re sure he wouldn’t have heard you if he didn’t have super hearing.
-I love you too, doll. I love you.- he held your face in his hands -I love you.-
You felt like your brain shut down all of a sudden. You barely knew how to breathe, let alone talk. All you could do was stare at him, the look he was giving you making you weak in the knees.
-You’re killing me here, doll. For the love of god, say something, angel.- The nickname seemed to snap you out of it, and there was only one thing in your mind left to ask.
-If you love me, why didn’t you tell me on the roof?- he let out a deep sigh, you could feel his breath on your lips, but you tried your hardest to focus on his words and not his lips.
-For one I was still with Sharon. And I didn’t really know what I was feeling. Also, I wasn’t even sure you were serious. Honestly, I was just confused about the whole thing, and still mad about the fight, nothing good would’ve come from me staying and talking to you that night. I probably would’ve ended up hurting you more.- All that made a lot of sense, sure, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt. The look in Bucky’s face at the moment though made you want to forgive him right this second and let this whole thing go. Pretend like the last month didn’t happen. 
So that’s what you did.
-What if…- you started, looking back and forth between his eyes and his lips -what if we forget all of this happened?-
-no.- he answered so fast and firmly that it made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. -I don’t want to forget anything about us, doll. Good or bad, it’s all worth it, as long as it ends with you in my arms.-
You were melting and couldn’t hold yourself back, you grabbed his face and brought his lips down to yours. He froze a little, probably not expecting it, but when you were about to pull away, he held your face to keep you there, deepening the kiss. You heard someone clear their throat and almost threw Bucky off of you, looking behind him while he turned to see who it was. Steve and Sam were standing there, amused looks on their faces.
-we were just talking- you blurted out and Sam cracked and almost doubled over with laughter.
-Really?- Steve said, knowing damn well what you were doing.
-Of course they were, Steve, she was obviously trying to get the word out of his mouth- Sam said to the blonde, still laughing his ass off.
-Oh, sure she was. Tell us, sweetheart, what did you find in Bucky’s mouth?- Steve was now laughing too, and you were so embarrassed you hid your face in Bucky’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you, barely glaring at the two laughing idiots.
-Ok, just get out of here, punks.- Fortunately they decided for once in their lives to actually listen and left. -you okay there, doll?- he was now chuckling at your embarrassment.
You raised your head and, meeting his eyes, you said -I can’t believe Captain Dumbass is making fun of us for kissing.- he started laughing and you gladly joined him, looking forward to making up for the time you missed with him, unknowingly promising each other to never let go of the other ever again.
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magnetothemagnificent · 2 months
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2023 objectively sucked but it did give us some of the best Captain America comic characterizations so.....you win some you lose some
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staying-elive · 7 months
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So, who wants a review of Rogers the Muscial? 😂
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This seems terrible from an MCU canon perspective.
The songs give strong 'Zero to Hero' and 'I Can Go the Distance' from Hercules vibes.
Get this: Bucky appears on stage once! Has about three lines when he gets conscripted and is never seen again. You don't see his rescue or 'death'. And Steve's 'I'm with you till the end of the line' line is used for Peggy. Because of course it is. 🙄
Sam is never mentioned nor a character. You see a projection of Sam as Cap briefly before Steve goes back in time. But there's zero context.
But the thing that gets me is how this is the 'show' that exists in Hawkeye. So there's a BUNCH of classified information about the Avengers that I guess is just public knowledge?
I guess the world knows that Steve went back in time? So why the theory that he's on the Moon? The Avengers actually told the world that TIME TRAVEL exists? Nobody sees a problem with that?
(Also, for my girl Sharon. I'm sorry, babe, but if the world created a musical about how my ex went back in time to hook up with my aunt, I'd absolutely turn villain 100%. You deserve better 😘)
Okay so the musical is only 30 minutes long. But it still seems pretty terrible, story-wise. And is clearly a cash grab. BUT THE WORLD KNOWS STEVE WENT BACK IN TIME???
I can't get over that.
Oh, and justice for Bucky. (I guess since the 'musical' is 'produced' by Stark Industries, Pepper is holding a grudge against him, so cut him out of history? Harsh.)
A Captain America musical without (really) either of Cap's best friends. Wild.
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Can you do a angst ending for boundaries......
Your fics are a work of art.........
Thank you so much! 💕 This goes against everything I stand for but because you asked so nicely... I'll do it just once 
Bucket x reader, Steve x Sharon, Thor, Sam, Wanda, Nat x reader (platonic)
Angsty part 2 for Boundaries 
Warnings: Angst, cheating, violence, no happy ending 
Word count 1k
A/N: I don’t really do pure angst/cheating fics because I find it triggering so this will probably be one of the few times I write something like this. Also, I called him Bucket for a reason. 
You nearly threw up watching Bucky fuck Sharon into oblivion, pure filth dripping from his lips as he continued to rail her from behind. She moaned for him, chanting his name, letting him degrade her, his thrusts meeting hers as she slammed her hips down.
You could feel your heart aching, cold sweat covering your body as you silently left the room, unable to bring yourself to look at them anymore. You sat alone in the hallway, heaving as you replayed the images in your head.
Back at the bar
Thor sat up wide eyed, he definitely saw the hammer move. Steve held his hands up in defeat, sitting back down to take a swing of his beer.
“I guess only Thors worthy” he smiled, scanning the room for his girlfriend. “Has anyone seen Sharon?”
Nat shook her head, “Couldn’t find Bucky or y/n either”
“They must have gone to sleep, Bucky isn’t a fan of parties anyway” Steve shrugged, starting to worry about if Sharon was okay.
Wanda hissed, she could feel her heart drop, surges of pain and feelings of heart break flowing through her.
“Whats wrong” Nat eyed Wanda, watching her flinch, touching her head as if she were in distress.
“Something’s wrong” She shook her head, closing her eyes, trying to focus, “I- I can feel her pain”
“Whose pain?” Nat stood up, worry rising in her chest.
“I’m going to go check on y/n” Wanda shook her head, the pain growing stronger as she stood up making her way through the crowd. Nat followed her, both red heads gasping when they saw you on the sitting in the hallway floor.
“Y/n?!” Wanda ran towards you, cupping your face in her hands, “honey what’s wrong, talk to me”
You shook your head, no longer crying. You felt dead inside, wordlessly pointing to the office.
Nat and Wanda burst through the office, freezing when they saw the debauched sighed in front of them. Sharon screaming, trying to cover herself before Nat lunged for her.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”
“Nat, I- Nat grabbed the back of Sharon’s head, yanking her off Bucky before slapping her across the face.
“HOW COULD YOU?!” Wanda’s eyes flashed red, rage flowing through her veins as she flashed the imagine in front of her to the rest of the group.
“You fucking bitches” She hissed, stalking towards Sharon, grabbing her and throwing her into the hall.
Steve ran towards the hall, his heart beating erratically, it couldn’t be true, they wouldn’t do that to him. His heart dropped seeing Sharon in the hallway, struggling to put her dress back on, a red hand print fresh on her face. His chest heaved with rage, shoving past her, grabbing Bucky by the shirt, punching his jaw.
“How?!”
Bucky couldn’t say a word, his chest tightening with guilt. The sound of a door being ripped off its hinges traveled through the room as Thor entered, pushing Steve off to slam Bucky against the wall.
You stared at Sharon as she fixed her dress, pretending she hadn’t noticed you. You stood up, grabbing her by the throat, pressing her against the wall, your fingers wrapping around her neck perfectly.
“Why”
Sharon gasped, clawing at your arm as you squeezed further, cocking your head, your eyes glaring daggers into her. You moved closer to her, your voice a menacing whisper “Tell me why”
Nat and Wanda held back, guarding the door as Steve and Thor took turns punching Bucky. They’d sent Tony and Sam away to keep people out of the hall.
Sharon shook her head, unable to think of an answer, her arrogance and ego getting the best of her. After all, you were the quietest of the group, you wouldn’t actually do anything.
“Why don’t you ask you boyfriend” She sneered, immediately silenced when you pulled the knife strapped in your thigh holster, pressing it against her neck.
“I plan on it. I will most definitely ask my ex, but I’m asking you first”
Sharon remained silent, tears streaming down her face as she looked around, hoping someone would help her. Bitch?
“It was a mistake” She whimpered, her eyes pleading with you. You nodded, removing the knife from her neck, only to reel your fist back, punching her square in the jaw. You could feel your skin tear but the sight of her bloodied teeth on the tiles brought you a tinge of satisfaction.
Steve dragged Bucky out, throwing him onto the floor before walking away. Sam followed him out, while Bucky fell to his knees in front of you tears streaming down his bloodied face.
“Baby please”
You cupped his face, wiping a few of his tears before connecting his face with your knee.
“How could you” you spat, rage and sadness flowing through you seeing him beg and plead for you. Your heart shattered; moments ago, he was the love of your life, your everything. The adrenaline started to wear off, tears streaming down your face as you screamed, falling to your knees.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!” You could feel your insides burning, your hands gripping your hair, eyes squeezed shut remembering the way his voice sounded, his face contorting with pleasure. “WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!”
Bucky moved to hold you before Thor pulled him off.
“Don’t touch her” he growled, cradling you in his arms, rubbing your back to sooth you. He held you as you cried, carrying you off with Wanda, shielding you away from Bucky.
“You’re leaving here and you’re never coming back” Nat grabbed Sharon off the floor, dragging her to the exit.
That night Bucky cried. He suffered. He thought he knew pain but not like this. You cried hearing his screams down the hall way. But it was over.
You never looked his way again.
Steve no longer spoke to him.
He’d lost everything.
Part 1 here 
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