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Undercover part 12

Miranda Hilmarson x fem reader

Previous / Series

Summary: You had been in prison for a year. You were still living your gang life and were now one of the toughest gangs in the prison. You got a surprise visitor by the person who got you sent here, yet you couldn’t be made

Warnings: Prison life, gangs

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How has it been a year already? One whole year since you had been incarcerated and yet you still had a lifetime ahead of you. When you first arrived at the prison you knew deep down that you needed to gain respect fast otherwise it would be hell for you.

So that was exactly what you did. Most people actually knew who you were due to the social media coverage of what happened at the warehouse so a lot of the inmates naturally gravitated towards you.

Before long you were recruiting more and more inmates to be a part of your gang as you sold drugs through the prison without being discovered by the prison officers. It wasn’t too bad for yourself as you got to socialise with your fellow inmates as well as getting rec time.

You also got yourself a job in the canteen serving food. This was great as it meant the money you earned could be put towards getting stuff from the commissary. Unfortunately, you didn’t earn that much which means you have to save up quite a bit. But being the leader of the prison gang did have some perks.

If you ever did need anything then your fellow inmates would happily buy it for you no questions asked. You had finally settled into your new home, however part of you still broke for Miranda. You haven’t heard or seen anything from Miranda. You just hoped that she was doing alright.

You were awoken from your bed by the sounds of the guards walking past and banging on your door. You would never get used to waking up this way. Plus they always woke you up at a ridiculous time in the morning.

Like what is the point. It’s not like you had to be anywhere. You dragged yourself out of bed as you put on your prison uniform. You then stood by your door as you waited for them to unlock it. When you hear the click you open the door before heading down to the canteen to start your job.

Breakfast consists of a portion of porridge, a slice of toast, some scrambled eggs and water. It wasn't the worst breakfast you have ever had but it still wasn’t the best. When you got to the canteen you put on your hairnet and apron and waited for the first wave of inmates.

You were in charge of giving out the scrambled eggs today. You headed to your station and waited. It wasn’t long before the canteen was full of inmates as you served them breakfast. “Morning boss” one of your many crew mates said to you as you secretly gave them an extra scoop of eggs.

“You better eat that quickly. I don’t want everyone to know I’m giving extra food to my gang members” you whispered as you let out a little laugh. “No worries boss” they said as they already started to eat the extra eggs you had given them.

You continued on with your job as you fed the entire prison their breakfast. When breakfast was over you helped clean down before grabbing something for yourself to eat. You were absolutely starving.

You like everyone else also had toast, porridge, scrambled eggs and water before then helping the kitchen staff clean down. As you were just one of the servers you were able to head back to your dorm block while the cooks stayed behind and started prepping lunch.

When you did finally get to your block you headed straight to your cell to try and get a little sleep as you were still so tired. Thankfully the guards left the doors unlocked which meant you didn’t have to wait for them to let you in during the day.

You immediately laid down in your bed as you let your eyes close shut. All you needed to do was just fall asleep which was hard with the constant noise and the lights being on. You took off your top before putting it over your head trying to block out some of the light.

Just as you thought you were finally going to fall asleep you heard a knock on the door. You sighed deeply before pulling your top away from your head and looking towards the door. There stood one of your crew mates clearly wanting to ask you something.

“What’s up? You look petrified” you asked them. “One of the other blocks got caught with drugs and they are doing a sweep of the whole prison” they told you terrified. That immediately got your attention . “Get me the drugs that we still need to sell. I have an idea” you told them.

They immediately rushed off to gather it while you thought of a plan. When they finally came back with the drugs you put them in another baggie before shoving it up into your pussy. You never thought in your lifetime you would be hiding drugs there.

It wasn’t long before guards were coming around and tossing your cells apart and making you show them your feet to prove you didn’t have any contraband hidden in your shoes.

Thankfully your block was smart and no one was caught which helped in your favour. Once the guards had left you started sorting out your cell again before removing the drugs from your body. You quickly rinsed the bag off before hiding it again in your cell.

You could finally breathe now that it was over. You were just about to lay back in bed when a guard came by. “Y/n you have lunch duty. You better head to the canteen before you're late” they told you sternly.

You dragged yourself back out of bed as you took yourself back to the canteen. Lunch today consisted of what looked to be beans and pasta with a fish cake on the side. It didn’t look nice or nutritious. You were giving out the fish cakes today which meant you couldn’t give extra out.

This was because the guards would notice the extra fish cakes on each tray. You got through the lunch rush before once again giving yourself some lunch. You gave yourself some extra pasta purely because you weren’t too big on the fish cakes they gave out. Once you had eaten you once again helped clear up before heading back to your cell.

Now you are going to try and get some sleep. You once again settled into bed and just as you were about to drift off you got another knock on your door. Something was against you today and didn’t want you to sleep. “Oh for fuck sake! Now what?” you moaned as you sat up again.

“There is no need for that. You have a visitor” the guard told you as they waited for you to sort yourself out. You haven’t had a single phone call or visitor since you have been here. Who on earth could it be? You thought to yourself. The guard escorted you down to the visitation room and was shocked to see Miranda sat at one of the tables.

You blinked thinking that you might be seeing things. She was still there. You went to sit down opposite her, shocked that she was even here in the first place. “What are you doing here?” You asked Miranda as you sat down.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’ve come to see you” she laughed a little. “Well yeah I get that but why come and see me after everything that I did to you” you sighed as you looked down at your hands.

“Yeah, I know that our time together wasn’t exactly brilliant but I wanted to see how you had been doing since the trial” she told you with a soft voice. “Well let’s see. I’m in prison Miranda and I’m going to die here. So I wouldn’t say I’m doing overly great” you said sarcastically.

“Maybe this was a mistake” she said as she went to stand up. “Wait! I’m sorry. Prison has changed me. You got to stand up for yourself or people treat you like shit. I know you are just checking in to see how I’m doing” you sighed as Miranda perched herself back on the chair.

“Let’s see. Well I’ve got a job as I need money for commissary. I serve food in the kitchen at breakfast, lunch and dinner. It is quite nice actually as it gives me something to do each day” you said as you smiled at Miranda.

“I’m still keeping up with my gang life. I’m respected around here which is always a good thing to have in prison. No one messes with me. But I do miss my freedom and I miss you. I tried to blame you for what happened but I realised that you were just doing your job and if I should be mad I should be mad at myself” you sighed.

“Why should you be mad at yourself?” Miranda asked. “Because I should have checked you out more seriously and I should have seen the signs you were a cop. But instead I followed my heart instead of my head. Anyway that’s everything about me. What have you been up to?” You asked her.

“Well I’m still working for the police department. I’m trying to become a detective. I’m not really interested in undercover work since what happened between us. I’m in therapy as well, trying to deal with my PTSD but other than that I guess I can say I’m doing alright” Miranda said as she fiddled with her hands.

“Well I’m glad to see you moving further in your field of expertise. I’m sorry that I’ve caused you to have PTSD though but I guess that's something I knew could happen. But I do have one question though Miranda” you told her.

“Yeah, what is it that you wanted to ask?” She asked curiously. “What is it that you really want? Like why come and see me after all this time just to catch up?” You asked, wanting to know what she really wanted.

“I don’t want anything y/n. If anything I wanted to say goodbye to you properly” she said as she looked into your eyes. “I’m moving in order to pursue my dream of becoming a detective. Plus my therapist said that I should maybe speak to you before I leave” Miranda continued.

“What did they want you to talk to me about?” You asked curious as to where she was going with this. “Look I guess what I wanted to say is that I forgive you. I forgive you for everything that happened and everything that you did to me. And I’m sorry for infiltrating your gang. I guess part of what happened to me is my fault too” Miranda told you as you just looked at her.

“It’s not your fault Miranda. You were just doing your job. I’m sorry for everything I put you through and I’m just glad you are able to finally move forward with your life. I just want you to know there isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think of you. I just hope that you can live a good life after everything I did to you” you sighed as you went to take her hand but quickly pulled back as you knew the guards would flip out.

“I forgive you y/n even if it did cause me a load of trauma” she said as she let out a small laugh. “Goodbye Miranda” you smiled at her as you stood up to leave. “Bye y/n. Stay safe in there. I don’t want to see that you died in there” she said seriously.

“I will, don’t worry” you told her as you turned around and made your way back into the main prison. You were escorted back to your cell before you finally got back into bed to try and have a sleep. You fell asleep smiling that Miranda came to say goodbye once and for all.

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Undercover || Bucky Barnes x Plus size!Reader

Part III: The Aftermath

Summary: Your first mission with the Avengers proves to be more difficult than you expected when you discover you have to go undercover with none other than Bucky Barnes. Spending so much time together posing as an engaged couple leads to the development of feelings that you fear will change your relationship forever.

Warnigs: fluff, mentions of the reader being insecure about her body, probably overuse of pet names (doll), SMUT MINORS DNI, praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, slight size kink, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, aftercare. It's almost all smut with a sprinkle of feelings

English is not my first language

Word count: 8600+

Notes: this is my first time writing full smut so please be kind!! I don't usually write this kind of stuff, but I tried really hard on this one so I hope you guys like it!! it was supposed to be much more fluffy but I got carried away, so sorry for all the filthy things you are about to read

Tagging: @caritobbg @cassie-buckysbaby @lejuveinlegroove @lucylaufeyson3 @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @midnights-ramblings @that-girl-named-alex thank you all so much for your support!!

Part I Part II

When you finally arrived at the avengers' compound the sun was beginning to rise. You were tired and sore, and all you wanted to do was lie down in your big, soft bed and sleep for a week. But before you could rest you had to go to the trouble of removing all the makeup, hair clips and intricate attire you were wearing. All the relief you felt at finally being home disappeared, replaced by a wave of overwhelming discomfort.

"Are you okay there, doll?" Bucky asked after hearing you let out a grunt.

"Yeah, I just realized that I have to take all this shit off and it's really annoying," you explained, pointing to your outfit.

"C'mon, I'll help you."

You thought of turning him down, telling him that it wasn't necessary. And it really wasn't, maybe you would need some help with the zipper on the dress, but the rest you could do on your own. It was just annoying. The best thing you could do at that moment was to find an excuse not to be alone with him. You hadn't spoken much since the party, exchanging just a couple of words on the way back, and you were sure the situation would be awkward. How could it not when just a few hours earlier you were kissing passionately, letting your hands explore each other's bodies? You had crossed a line and you didn't know if you could go back to normal after that. You didn't know if you would be able to see him as a simple friend, a co-worker, when all you wanted was to feel his lips on yours again.

And yet, when you looked at Bucky's face, you saw the kind smile he was giving you and you weren't able to say no. Even though you knew it would be best to walk away, the truth was that you couldn't. You wanted to be close to him, to feel his touch, even if it was for the last time. You weren't ready to give up the illusion you had created for the mission. You still wanted to hug him and lie next to him, you wanted to pretend you were more than just friends. So you accepted his proposal, leading him to your room while the voice of reason in your head urged you to stop. 

The first thing you did when you entered your room was collapse on the bed. Your body bounced on the mattress from the force of the impact as you closed your eyes, relaxing into the sheets. You lay there for a few seconds, listening as Bucky moved around the room without having the energy to open your eyes and see what he was doing.

"C'mon doll, sit up for me please. You can't go to bed like this." The use of the pet name forced you to open your eyes, feeling the familiar tingle inside you once again. As you sat up in bed you discovered that Bucky had taken your facial cleansing products from the bathroom and was waiting for you to tell him what to use first.

You had never let anyone else take care of you like that. You had two hands and were perfectly capable of cleaning your own face, but you had to admit that it was a lot more relaxing when someone else did it. You just sat up straight and tilted your head up, letting Bucky gently massage your face until there was no trace of makeup left. You kept your eyes closed most of the time under the excuse that you didn't want any product to get in your eyes. And it was true, for the most part. But you also did it to avoid making eye contact with him.

You could feel his eyes on you, closely admiring every inch of your face. All the marks and imperfections you hated were clear as day under his watchful gaze. If you weren't so tired—or so desperate to feel his touch—, you wouldn't have let him get so close to you. Normally the idea of being in such an intimate situation with someone terrified you, but Bucky was different. You still felt a little nervous, but it was nothing compared to the security and calm you felt next to him. You wondered if he was able to notice the effect he had on you, if there was something special he did to make you feel that way or if it was his simple essence that captivated you.

"All done!" He exclaimed softly, moving his hands away from your face. You couldn't contain the whimper of protest that escaped your throat, and when you opened your eyes you were met with Bucky's smile. There was a warmth in his gaze that made your heart race. You noticed a special sparkle in his blue eyes, but before you could examine them closely he turned away from you to put away the products he had used in the bathroom again.

You took advantage of his absence to start fixing your hair, removing the clips and brushing it with the brush you had on the bedside table. When Bucky emerged from the bathroom you had already finished with your hair and were struggling with the intricate lacing of your shoes, trying to free your feet from the torture device that imprisoned them. He walked towards you and without a word knelt down in front of you. The air caught in your throat as you felt his hands on your leg, caressing your calf until they reached the laces of your shoes. Bucky rested your foot on his thigh and very carefully took it upon himself to free your foot from its confinement. The contrast of the warmth of his flesh hand against the coldness of his metal one gave you shivers, but you couldn't pull away from his touch. 

You followed his movements with your eyes, your gaze locked on his hands. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves, the metal of his arm shining in the warm light of your room. As you focused your attention on his right arm you noticed the veins marking on his skin, creating a path that disappeared under his shirt. You felt the urge to reach out and touch him, to trace your fingers all along his arm and not stop until you reached the back of his head, take his hair in your hands and pull him towards you to join your lips once more. There was something so sensual, so erotic, about the position you were in that made it impossible to contain your inappropriate thoughts. Having Bucky kneeling in front of you while his hands caressed your legs was getting to you and you didn't know how much longer you could take it.

"About what happened last night," his husky voice broke the silence, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turned your gaze away from his hands to focus on his face, dreading the conversation that would follow.

"It was for the mission, I know. And it worked great so it's okay. Things don't have to be weird between us, you can forget about it." You spoke quickly in an attempt to avoid the awkward conversation you had to have.

You said those things because you believed it was the right thing to say, the safe option. Of course for you it hadn't been just a mission. There was nothing you wanted more than to feel Bucky's lips against yours again. You wanted to sleep every night next to him and wake up every morning with your bodies entwined, limbs tangled between the sheets. But you couldn't tell him that because there was no way someone like Bucky would reciprocate your feelings. You had fooled yourself into thinking that something between you could ever happen. It was stupid and naive, a farce created by your mind blinded by the happiness his closeness brought you. But now that you were home you realized that confessing the truth to him would only bring you trouble.

Bucky remained silent as he worked on your other shoe. His fingers showed your right leg the same tenderness and affection as they did your left one, taking his time to caress your skin before unlacing your shoe. It was as if he didn't want to move away from you. And he didn't. He had become addicted to you, to the feel of your soft skin under his fingers, to the taste of your lips and the warmth of your body against his. The mission was over, but he wasn't ready to let you go. He didn't want to let you go.

"What if I don't want to forget about it?" Bucky finally said, his hands never stopping his caresses on your leg even though he had already removed your shoe. He lifted his head to look at you, locking his blue eyes on yours, studying your reaction.

"What?" You mumbled in surprise. You were pretty sure you had imagined him saying that. Your mind overwhelmed by his touch and your feelings for him had put words in his mouth that he hadn't said, making you hear exactly what you wanted to hear. 

But then Bucky spoke again, confirming that you weren't hallucinating. "I don't want to forget about it, doll. I want you." Bucky continued to caress your legs, his hands disappearing under your dress as he went higher and higher. The touch of his fingers awakened fire on your skin. Your heart pounded against your chest and your breathing quickened as you felt his fingertips brush against your thighs.

"Bucky…" you moaned his name as you felt him pressing a kiss on your knee. You closed your eyes for a moment, melting under his touch. You wanted to say something more, but your brain had stopped working. All you could do was react to Bucky's gentle touch, squirming under his hand as you made soft sounds of approval.

However, there was one thought running around in your head, one that you couldn't shake off even with Bucky's intoxicating caresses on your body. "Why me?" you uttered as you found your voice, opening your eyes to look at the man kneeling in front of you.

You didn't mean to ruin the moment. Hearing Bucky admit he wanted you was a dream come true, but you couldn't help thinking it didn't make any sense. You didn't understand how someone like him could find you attractive. You'd had bad experiences in the past with relationships, too many people who made you believe you weren't pretty or sexy enough to attract anyone's attention. So why was Bucky Barnes interested in you?

"What?" he looked at you with furrowed brows, his head tilted slightly to the side as he analyzed your face.

"Why do you like me?"

It took Bucky a few seconds to respond, not because he didn't know the answer, but because he couldn't believe you were asking him that. Couldn't you see how wonderful you were?

"Why wouldn't I like you?" You looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with Bucky. You regretted asking him that because now you had no way to escape the uncomfortable reality of having to explain your insecurities to him. You remained silent, waiting for the situation to resolve itself without you having to be so vulnerable in front of him.

"Answer me, Y/N." Bucky didn't want to sound confrontational or pressure you to talk, but he really wanted to know what was going on in your head. He wanted to help you realize how wonderful you were and he couldn't do that without understanding how deep your insecurities ran.

"Because I'm not Natasha!" You finally said, looking up to face him. "I'm not pretty like that. Guys don't look at me twice when I walk into the room or fight to get my number… especially not guys that look like you!" You felt tears stinging your eyes, but you blinked them away, refusing to cry over this. You were no longer fifteen years old and you were done crying over insecurities about your body.

"Then those guys are idiots because you're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on."

"You're just saying that," you muttered, lowering your gaze. You found his words hard to believe, but that didn't stop your heart from racing. A rush of warmth ran through your body, a mixture of embarrassment and love filling your insides.

Bucky's flesh hand traveled to your cheek, cupping your face tenderly as he tilted it to force you to look at him. "I'm serious, Y/N. You're beautiful." He spoke in a firm, but gentle tone. Looking into his eyes you could read in them that he wasn't lying. So why was it so hard for you to believe him? "I want to show you just how beautiful you are. Would you let me do that, doll?"

It took you a few seconds to decide on your answer. The voices of your insecurities were loud in your head, but so were your feelings for Bucky. You had spent all this time silently desiring him, longing for him to turn to look at you. And now that he was confessing his love to you, you hesitated. It was stupid. You were living your dream and instead of enjoying it you were letting your fears win. You couldn't let that happen. Bucky wanted you and you wanted him, there was no need to complicate things. 

After a few seconds of silence, you nodded slightly.

"I need you to use your words." Bucky said in a low whisper. You bit your lip, catching the flesh between your teeth and lightly biting the skin in a gesture of nervous anticipation.

"Yes, Bucky. I want you to show me."

As soon as those words left your mouth, Bucky's lips crashed against yours. Only this time your lips intertwined in a slower, more sensual kiss. He wanted to take his time with you, worship your body as if it were his religion and show you how you should be loved—how you deserved to be loved. He left you breathless, completely at his mercy. 

You missed his lips when he pulled away from you, but you took the moment to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm your racing heart. Bucky rose from the floor, his figure towering over you imposingly. You took a second to admire him in all his beauty, a part of you still in disbelief at what was happening. When he offered you his hands you took them without a second thought, rising from the bed with him. You felt even smaller next to him now that you didn't have your heels to conceal the height difference.

"Do you trust me?" Bucky whispered against your lips in a deliciously husky voice.

"You know I do." You answered him. The two of you shared a look that felt more intimate and personal than anything you had ever done before. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as Bucky leaned in for a short kiss before spinning you around.

You felt a little less nervous not being able to see his intense gaze, though you could still feel it digging into the back of your neck. Bucky's hands caressed your arms, his fingers delicately brushing over the exposed skin in an upward path until they reached your shoulders. Your insides buzzed with anticipation and a hint of nerves as you felt his hands reach for the zipper of your dress. He was torturing you, moving extremely slow to watch you squirm under his touch. He was enjoying it, you could tell by the way his breathing quickened a little more with every inch of skin he uncovered. Bucky was determined to take his time with you and you still couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

When the dress finally fell to your feet you couldn't help but tense up. You felt vulnerable standing there wearing only a set of lacy underwear. You were completely exposed under Bucky's gaze, all your insecurities clear as day despite the dim light in the room. You had the sudden urge to run away from there, embarrassment taking control of your mind for a moment. But then you felt Bucky's lips on your right shoulder and everything felt right again. You relaxed under his touch, letting the warmth of his body comfort you as you enjoyed the trail of kisses he left on your back. 

Bucky brushed his lips over all the little marks he noticed your tight attire had left on your skin, showering you with his love. When he felt satisfied he turned you around so he could look at you from the front and his breath caught in his throat because he couldn't believe he had such a beautiful woman in front of him, giving herself to him in body and soul. 

Your eyes stayed glued to the floor, too embarrassed to look up. All you could think about were your stretch marks and the strange shape of your stomach. Your breasts weren't perfect either, and you didn't even want to think about your thighs. You were terrified to look up and see disgust in Bucky's eyes, the same disgust you saw in your own eyes when you looked in the mirror on a bad day. Out of instinct, you tried to cover your body with your hands, but he caught them halfway.

"No no, you don't need to hide from me, doll." Bucky took your hands in his and brought them to his lips, placing delicate kisses on the back of them. Your eyes followed his every move, pausing momentarily over his mouth before traveling up to his eyes. In them you saw nothing but pure desire, his pupils blown wide and the blue of his iris a couple of shades darker than normal. 

Bucky wanted you.

It was not a product of your imagination or a lucid dream. No, Bucky was really standing in front of you, looking at you as if you were an oasis in the middle of the desert. His eyes admired your body as if you were Aphrodite herself and that made a wave of confidence wash over you.

"You're beautiful," he whispered against your lips and this time it was you who closed the distance between the two of you.

It was a much more desperate kiss than the previous ones, all teeth and tongues as your hands struggled to unbutton Bucky's shirt. You loved his gentle touches and sweet words. You loved that he was willing to take things slow for you to make you feel comfortable and loved, but you were starting to get impatient. You wanted to feel his body against yours, to have him physically prove that his words were real. And Bucky didn't disappoint, his hands caressing every inch of exposed skin they could find while his tongue invaded your mouth, making you moan. 

When you pulled away for air, he took the opportunity to remove his shirt—which had been left open, hanging over his shoulders—, before carefully pushing you down onto the bed. Your body bounced slightly against the mattress at the impact, your eyes never leaving Bucky's as he unbuttoned his pants. He looked so intimidating standing at the foot of the bed with his hands working on his belt. His figure towered over you making you feel incredibly small. But you loved that, you always had.

Your center tightened around nothing as you watched him crawl up to you, eyeing you up like an animal to its prey. Wetness began to slide down your thighs as you felt his hands spread your legs to accommodate his body between them, his covered erection digging against your pelvis in a promise of what awaited you in the future. 

There was nothing sweet or gentle about the way Bucky kissed you, his tongue exploring your mouth with desperation. He caught your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling seductively on the sensitive skin until he made you whimper. Then he moved his wet kisses down your neck, exploring your sensitive spots. He was observant of your reactions, noticing the sighs of approval that escaped your mouth and the way you squirmed under his touch. He took his time with your neck, kissing and biting it until he irritated the skin, marking you as his own. Only when he was happy with his art did he decide to continue his assault down your body, moving his lips along your collarbone until he reached the base of your bra. He cupped your breast with his cool metal hand, the difference in temperature sending a wave of electricity through your body causing you to arch your back into his touch. The thin lace fabric that adorned your form did little to protect you from the coolness of his fingers, but you weren't complaining. You loved the way the contrast felt against your hot skin. You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the way his fingers played with your nipple through your underwear, but opened them again when you stopped feeling his lips against your skin.

Looking down, your eyes were met with the most erotic scene you had ever witnessed in your life. Bucky's head rested between your breasts as he stared up at you with hunger in his eyes. His lips, red and swollen after the assault on your body, were parted, letting out shallow breaths. You held back from rolling your eyes, a moan of pleasure dying in your throat as you felt your clit throb with need. Bucky planted a delicate kiss over the valley of your breasts, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something softer in his gaze, passion and desire still prominent in his dark, dilated pupils, yet combined with something else.

He was asking for your permission, giving you the opportunity to decide if you wanted to continue with what you were doing. Bucky was doing this for you—well, for the most part. He was also doing it for him, because you were the only woman in his mind since the day he first saw you, and because he couldn't stop thinking about the warmth of your body against his. But more importantly he was doing it for you, because he couldn't believe that you didn't see the beauty he noticed in you when you looked in the mirror. Because he couldn't let another day go by without showing you how fucking hot you really were. You were a goddess among simple mortals and you needed to be treated as such.

“Please…” the plea fell from your lips in a desperate tone, your voice a sensual melody that went straight to Bucky's cock. You arched your back off the bed, presenting your body to him. That subtle invitation was all it took for Bucky to slide his hands up your back, unclasping your bra with surprising agility.

He took a moment to admire you, completely mesmerized by the beauty of your naked body, before leaning down and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. His lips closed over your sensitive skin, alternating between sucking and nibbling carefully on your hardened nipple as his fingers showed love to the other.

“Fuck, Bucky-” you moaned as your breath hitched. Your hand flew to his head, your fingers closing over the long locks of dark hair as you pulled him even closer to you.

“That’s it, baby… so good for me, so sensitive…” Bucky mumbled against your skin, moving so he could use his mouth on your other nipple. “I want to hear your pretty voice. I want to hear how good you're feeling… how good I’m making you feel.” There was a possessiveness in his voice that made your insides flutter with arousal.

“So good, Bucky,” you uttered between breathy moans, surprised by how needy your voice sounded. He had barely touched you and you were almost ready to cry and beg him to keep going if he asked you to. No man had ever made you feel that way in the past. Of course half of them hadn't even tried to satisfy you the way Bucky did, but it was still impressive.

It wasn't just the sexual aspect that had you so turned on. Sure, his lips worked wonders on your body and he somehow knew what buttons to push to get you to squirm under his body, but there was so much more to it than just that. Bucky looked at you with adoration, caressing your skin as if you were a goddess and he your faithful worshiper. He made you feel special, beautiful and sexy in ways you didn't know were possible. 

However, when Bucky's trail of wet kisses reached your belly area, you couldn't help but tense up. It was an unconscious reaction, learned by the muscles in your body after years of insecurities. He noticed. Of course he noticed! He was an expert at listening to your body. So in response, he changed the intensity of his touches on your skin. His lips placed delicate kisses over your belly in a disorganized pattern. It took you a few seconds to understand that he was showing love to every stretch mark, every scar or line on your skin that you hated.

“Such a perfect little thing” Bucky whispered against your skin. “All mine.”

The possessiveness in his words made your heart race, a warm feeling flooding your insides. You were his. He wanted you to be his and he was telling you so.

“All yours… only yours” you told him, stroking his hair gently. The tenderness of your touch contrasted with the growl of approval that escaped Bucky's lips, vibrating against your hip as he sucked and nibbled at the sensitive skin. That sent a fresh wave of arousal between your legs, the wetness dampening the thin lace fabric covering your pussy. You wanted to rub your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that was building up inside you, but Bucky's body resting comfortably between your legs prevented you from doing so.

You were starting to get impatient, the overwhelming adoration Bucky was showing your body was almost too much. You needed something more. Your clit throbbed between your legs, your core clenching around nothing, desperate for attention. And just when you thought Bucky was going to take pity on you, his lips getting closer and closer to the place where you needed them most, he moved at the last second, continuing his kissing path down your thigh.

“Bucky, please” you whimpered as you felt him assaulting your right thigh. His teeth scraped your sensitive skin, biting down hard enough to make you gasp, not in pain but in pleasure.

“What is it, doll?” His voice was low, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. “What do you need?”

“I need you” you managed to say despite the fog of pleasure that clouded your mind.

“Where do you need me? Here?” Bucky placed a kiss on your covered sex and the delicate touch was enough to make you let out a desperate moan. He was teasing you. He enjoyed having you twitching under his touch, lost in pleasure without even touching you where you needed it most.

"Mmhmm" you babbled incoherently, feeling Bucky's tongue trace a line over your underwear, going from your entrance to your clit. You closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall back on the bed as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. You thought that was it, that he was finally going to give you the relief you craved, but then he pulled away from you.

"Not yet, baby. I haven't finished worshiping this beautiful body of yours." Bucky said, moving his lips over your right thigh to continue his attack. "First I need to show you how you deserve to be treated, how you deserve to be loved. Only then can I show you how you should be fucked."

You were ready to cry from desperation, but you'd be lying if you said that waiting didn't make everything more exciting. His words went straight to your core, awakening a new rush of heat inside you. And even though your brain was fried, you were able to pick up on the slight sweet tone in his voice. Your heart began to beat rapidly at the implied confession of love.

Bucky was determined to show you that there wasn't a single inch of skin on your body that he didn't adore, and he wasn't going to stop until he accomplished his task. He didn't care that his achingly hard cock was twitching inside his boxers, desperate for attention. He was proving a point, and he wouldn't stop until he did. So he continued his assault on your body, his lips kissing every inch of skin within his reach. He moved down your leg, paying special attention to your thigh before continuing his way down. When he reached your ankle, he began to move up again, enjoying the soft moans that escaped your lips. 

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky showed you mercy, hooking his fingers into the elastic of your underwear to slide it down your legs. You tried to pull your knees together, suddenly feeling exposed under his hungry gaze. But before you could do so, he stopped you, his metal hand closing over your leg to hold it in place.

"Such a pretty little cunt, all wet and ready for me." he said, his deep voice heavy with lust. His words awakened a tingle in the pit of your stomach and you knew that if he didn't touch you soon you would end up exploding.

Luckily, Bucky wasted no time, settling between your legs again. His warm breath crashed against your pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. You let out a surprised gasp as you felt him move your body closer to his face, sliding you across the bed as if you weighed nothing. He positioned your legs over his shoulders, your thighs resting comfortably on either side of his head. Then Bucky deposited a couple more kisses on your skin, moving closer and closer to your center.

"I want to feel these pretty thighs of yours squeezing my head, you hear me? So don't hold back."

You barely had time to process his words before you felt his tongue making contact with your center. He licked a long line from your entrance to your clit, his lips closing over your bundle of nerves to show it the attention it so desperately needed. Your body arched toward him, waves of heat coursing through you as you cried out in pleasure. Your hand buried itself in his hair, holding his head in place in a silent way of asking him not to stop.

And he didn't. Bucky showed you no mercy, his lips attacking your pussy with desperation. He was eating you out like a starving man, sucking your juices as if they were an oasis in the middle of the desert. Your body began to convulse with pleasure and Bucky had to use his metal arm to pin you against the mattress and hold you in place. The pressure on your lower belly was adding a new sensation that sent new waves of pleasure throughout your body, the knot in your stomach tightening more with every stroke of his tongue.

"Oh fuck Bucky don't stop" you cried out in pleasure, pressing your thighs against his face involuntarily. Your body no longer responded to you, it responded to Bucky and his skillful mouth.

He let out a groan of pleasure that vibrated against your center and made you roll your eyes. "You like that, baby?" he spoke against your pussy in a teasing tone and you couldn't do more than nod. Then you felt him insert a finger into your entrance, sliding it with ease along your slick walls. It was much longer and wider than yours, reaching places you didn't even know existed. Your muscles contracted against his finger immediately, clamping it in place.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well," Bucky murmured before attaching his lips to your clit again. His finger explored your insides curiously and it didn't take him long to find your most sensitive spot. He made sure to stimulate it at the same time as his tongue attacked your clit, moving his finger in a 'come here' motion. Every little touch sent a new surge of electricity through your body. You felt like you were on fire, the tension building in your stomach getting closer to exploding.

"I can feel you squeezing around me. Are you close? Huh? Are you gonna come on my fingers, baby?"

"Yes, oh god, Bucky, yes… I'm so close, please don't stop!" You sounded pathetic, but you didn't care anymore. You were too lost in pleasure to care about your dignity. All you could think about was Bucky, his mouth, his fingers and the dirty words that escaped his lips, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, doll. C'mon, let go for me, I want to feel you." Bucky encouraged you, increasing the speed of his movements. His lips closed over your clit once more, sucking hard. The combination of sensations and his dirty words of encouragement pushed you over your limit, the knot in your stomach snapping as you let out a loud moan of pleasure. 

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as Bucky licked up all your juices, prolonging your high. You heard him moaning in the distance, mumbling something about how sweet you tasted, but you weren't able to say or do anything. Your brain was too overwhelmed with pleasure to react, your body tensing before relaxing on the mattress as you struggled to catch your breath. That was the best orgasm you'd had in a long time. The pleasure had taken you by surprise, leaving you completely stupid.

Once you were able to focus on the world around you again, your eyes met Bucky's. He was looking down at you, lust and adoration glowing in his blue orbs.

"There you are," he whispered with a smile, his right hand gently caressing your cheek. "You look so beautiful like this, completely lost in pleasure." There was something so erotic and yet so tender in his voice that you couldn't help but smile. A warmth spread through your body, only this time it was not due to arousal but to the love his words awakened in you.

Bucky looked at you with such admiration in his eyes that you felt the urge to cover your face with your hands. Somehow the intimacy of the moment was more embarrassing to you than having his face pressed against your pussy. You were not used to being stared at in that way, to being treated with the affection and adoration that Bucky showed you. You didn't know how to react and your first instinct was to run and hide, but you knew he wouldn't let you. So you did the next best thing: you kissed him, closing your eyes to escape his intense gaze.

You could taste yourself on his tongue, your sweet essence impregnating his mouth as you kissed. His lips moved against yours in a sinful dance that ignited a new fire deep in your stomach. You moaned against his mouth as you let your hands explore his body, one clinging to his hair while the other caressed his back, dragging your nails against his skin.

It didn't take long for you to be squirming under his body again, your hips rubbing against his in a desperate attempt to relieve the throbbing pleasure between your legs. Your hand left his back, slowly moving down his marked torso until your fingers met the elastic of his underwear, the last article of clothing separating the two of you. You stroked his hard member through the fabric, applying the lightest pressure, and Bucky broke the kiss to let out a low growl, involuntarily rocking his hips against your hand. 

A rush of confidence washed through your body, feeling strangely powerful as you saw the state he was in. With just the simple touch of your hand you were able to turn the toughest, most imposing man you had ever met into a moaning mess. It was good to know that you had as much power over him as he had over you.

"Bucky, please, I need you inside me. I want you to show me how I'm supposed to be fucked, pleasee."

"Oh fuck," Bucky cursed, surprised by the confidence in your voice. He loved it. Loved seeing that side of you and loved knowing he'd managed to get it out of you. "You sound so pretty when you beg for my cock." He whispered against your lips, giving you a deep, sloppy kiss.

Bucky didn't waste another second, pulling away from you to remove the last article of clothing that separated you. You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could watch the moment his majestic member sprang free from its confinement. A prominent vein adorned the underside of his shaft and his red tip was leaking precum. He was big, bigger than you expected, and for a moment you wondered if it would fit.

But you didn't have time for worry, because Bucky quickly returned to his place between your legs. He knelt in front of you on the bed, his hand on his cock as he stroked it lazily, his eyes admiring your body. It was truly one of the hottest things you had ever seen in your life and the way he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you made you feel like the sexiest woman in the world. 

You wanted to touch him, to feel the weight of his cock in your hand as you made him feel good. You wanted to return the pleasure he had made you feel, but before you could do anything Bucky moved, adjusting his position between your legs. You could feel him at your entrance and had to resist the urge to move your hips to impale yourself on his cock, remembering that given his size it would be best to take things slow.

"You ready, doll?" His voice was soft and sweet, giving you one last chance to stop what you were doing.

"Yes, please," you begged in a desperate tone and that was all the confirmation Bucky needed to proceed. He pushed inside you slowly, feeling your warm, velvety walls close around his member. You both let out a moan as Bucky made his way inside you, your muscles stretching to accommodate him. When he bottomed out he stayed still, giving you time to get used to his size.

Feeling Bucky inside you was unlike anything you had ever felt in the past. He was longer and thicker than your previous sexual partners, creating a delicious burn every time he moved. But it wasn't just that, no. There was a connection between you, a spark that made everything feel different, a thousand times more intense than normal. Your skin was on fire, your core tightening around his member as you admired the expression of pleasure on his face. He was indeed the most beautiful man in the world and you still couldn't believe he had laid eyes on you.

"Move, please," you said when you felt ready and Bucky began to rock his hips against yours in a slow, torturous rhythm. He wanted to take his time with you, watch every little reaction of your body, admire every grimace of pleasure on your face. He wanted to memorize your body, learn your soft spots and use them to slowly bring you to the edge of pleasure. But then you started moaning his name, moving your hips to meet his thrusts, and he knew he wouldn't last as long as he'd like.

"God, you're so tight, f-fuck, so warm" Bucky grunted as he quickened the movement of his hips. "The perfect pussy for me, taking me so well." Your walls clenched around his member, the dirty words of praise fueling the fire inside you. You could feel the tension in your stomach building again and wondered how fast he would be able to take you to the edge this time.

"You like that, huh? You like to hear me say how good you are to me, don't you?" Bucky hovered over your body, holding himself up propped on his metal arm as he let his flesh hand caress your body. The new angle allowed him to reach deeper inside you, the tip of his cock touching your g-spot with every thrust. "You wanna be my good girl?"

"Yes! I- fuck, I want to be your good girl," you cried out in pleasure, not caring about the volume of your moans. Nothing mattered to you anymore, the world around you had ceased to exist. Your brain had stopped working. All you could do was feel. Feel Bucky's cock pounding inside you, stretching your walls and filling you like no one ever had before. Feel the effect of his dirty words, which did nothing but spread waves of pleasure throughout your body. Feel the touch of his fingers drawing slow circles over your bundle of nerves, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Oh f-fuck, Bucky, right there, please don't stop."

You closed your eyes letting yourself get lost in pleasure as you wrapped your legs around Bucky's waist, locking your ankles together to hold him in place. Your nails clawed at his back, desperate to hold on to something firm that would keep you grounded. You were getting close to the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening with every thrust of his hips, every growl he let out against the skin of your neck.

"God, you're gorgeous," Bucky murmured, slowing down his thrusts to stop himself from cumming too soon. His eyes studied your face, admiring the frown of pleasure in your expression with pride knowing he was the one making you feel so good. "I don't know how you don't see that. But it's okay, now I'm here to show you just how beautiful you are." He brought your lips together in a sloppy wet kiss, his tongue caressing yours with desperation as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts again.

"You feel me, baby? You feel my hard cock deep inside you? It's all for you. You're the only one who can turn me on like this, shit, the only one who can get me this hard."

"Bucky, please," you begged against his lips. You didn't even know what you were asking of him, your mind too overwhelmed with pleasure to filter the words coming out of your mouth.

"I know, baby, I know. You're close, I- fuck, I can feel you gripping me tight… I've got you, just let go."

It was too much, his words of encouragement, the rocking of his hips, his fingers on your clit. Pleasure coursed through your veins, carrying a tingling sensation throughout your entire body. You felt like you were on fire, floating through the flames of the deepest hell as Bucky pounded into you in a merciless rhythm, determined to make you explode. You closed your eyes, concentrating on the pleasure coursing through you, clinging to the super soldier's body for support. You were so close, you could feel the dam inside you beginning to break, all your muscles tensing in anticipation of the sweet relief.

"Look at me," Bucky demanded in a soft but firm voice and you opened your eyes immediately, your body reacting to him as if he owned you. "I want you to look at me when you cum, I want to see your pretty face screw up with pleasure. C'mon, cum for me baby."

“Bucky, I- fuck,” was all you could say to warn him of your impending orgasm, though you were pretty sure he could feel it. Your velvety walls tightened around his cock, burying it deep inside you as you let out the dirtiest, most desperate moan of the evening. 

Your orgasm hit you like a truck, wave after wave of pleasure traveling through your nervous system. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, maintaining eye contact with Bucky as your body contracted beneath him. He never stopped moving between your legs, his thrusts becoming progressively deeper and more erratic, prolonging your high. He was close, you could feel it in the way his cock twitched inside you, your hot walls clinging to him desperate to feel his relief.

"That's it, that's my good girl, cuming so hard on my cock, fuck,” Bucky growled in an animalistic manner, hiding his face in the hollow of your neck as he chased his own high. “You're gonna take my cum? Yeah?  You're gonna take my cum like the good girl you are?"

"Yes, fuck, yes! I want to feel you cum inside me. Mark me as yours, Bucky, please," you begged in a desperate tone, your voice hoarse after so much moaning.

“That’s it. Take it, take all of me, I’m yours, fuck, I’m all yours.” He let out a string of incoherent moans and with a final thrust, Bucky came inside you, painting your insides with his seed. The sensation of his hot cum filling you almost drove you to another orgasm, but your body and mind were too tired to react. He collapsed on top of you, both of you struggling to catch your breath. His cock kept twitching inside you as the weight of his body crushed you into the mattress, but you weren't complaining. There was something so intimate about it, especially after Bucky had declared himself yours. If you had any strength in your body, you would have used it to wrap your arms around him, drawing him incredibly close to you. 

You didn't want the moment to end, you didn't want to stop feeling his warmth enveloping you or his cock resting inside you, but you knew you couldn't stay like that forever. When Bucky pulled out you felt strangely empty, your walls tightening around nothing as his cum trickled down your thighs. The two of you lay side by side, the sound of your ragged breaths echoing in the room. At least until your curiosity won over your exhaustion.

“Did you mean it?” You broke the silence, turning your head to look at him. Your question hung in the air for a moment and you almost regretted asking it. You thought you had ruined the moment, but then Bucky turned, his deep blue eyes watching your face with the same admiration as always.

“Yes,” he stated, bringing the butterflies in your stomach to life. “I want to be yours, doll. And I want you to be mine… Did you really have to ask me that after everything we did?” He added with a chuckle. He couldn't believe you still had doubts after all the time he spent showing you how he felt about you. 

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, embarrassed. “Maybe you just wanted to get into my pants.”

“I want everything with you, why do you find that so hard to believe?" You remained silent, lowering your gaze as you tried to ignore the voice of insecurity in your mind that recited a list of reasons. You knew it was stupid, that it was mostly small things that only you noticed and marked as negative, but it still got to you.

"Hey, look at me," Bucky asked you in a soft tone, his flesh hand traveling to your cheek to force you to look at him. "I want to do this… I want to give us a chance, if you want it too, of course."

Of course you wanted it! It was the only thing you had wanted from the moment your eyes fell on his figure when Steve and Natasha introduced you to the rest of the team. You had spent all this time admiring him from a distance, dreaming of the day when you'd have the courage to ask him out. There was nothing you wanted more than to be with Bucky and you weren't going to let your insecurities get in the way of your happiness, not this time.

“I do, I really do,” you said, a smile creeping onto your tired face. Bucky closed the distance between you, sealing your vow with a kiss. His lips moved softly against yours, taking the time to savor the moment, expressing through that act everything he felt but could not put into words.

When you broke apart you let out a slight whimper, already missing his closeness. If you weren't so tired you would have kissed him again, but the muscles in your body barely responded so you settled for cuddling next to him. The warmth of his figure enveloped you as you rested your head on his chest. His heart beat softly under your ear and you let the sound relax you. Your eyelids began to feel heavy and you felt yourself dozing off. But then Bucky's body shifted beneath yours.

“Don’t go!” you begged when you felt him get out of bed.

“We need a shower. We can’t go to bed like this.” Bucky laughed, walking toward the bathroom. You let out a grunt of annoyance, hating the idea of having to move. You were tired and comfortable in bed so you didn't care that you had the sticky mixture of your orgasms sliding down your thighs. You wanted to rest, even though you knew Bucky was probably right.

“Five more minutes,” you muttered, burying your head in the pillow. You heard the muffled sound of running water on the other side of the bathroom door and assumed that Bucky had decided to shower first to give you a little more time to recover. But then you felt a presence sliding you across the bed and before you knew it, you were trapped in Bucky's strong arms, carrying you as if you weighed nothing.

You squealed for him to put you down, not being used to being carried that way. You hated sitting on someone's lap or letting them hold you up, it made you feel insecure. But Bucky didn't listen to your protests. He held you in his arms with the gentleness of someone holding a porcelain doll, moving you from one room to the next with care. If he was having trouble supporting your weight, he didn't let you know. Although you doubted it considering he was a super soldier. 

When he lowered you back on your feet you noticed he had prepared the bathtub, filling it with hot water and pouring in your favorite bath salts. Steam and a sweet scent enveloped you as Bucky helped you in, holding your hands to make sure you didn't slip. It wasn't long before you were settled together in the tub. You were sitting between Bucky's legs with your back against his chest. The warm water soothed your muscles as you felt his arms wrap around you lovingly. His hands rested on your belly, but this time you didn't feel the need to move them or hold your breath to appear thinner. Bucky loved you just the way you were. He had seen you completely exposed and vulnerable and he had stayed by your side. You didn't have to hide anymore, not from him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes #Undercover Series

[lgbtpopcult]

Best WLW Shows on TV Right Now by Country Part 2*

Here's your warning ⚠️: Some of these countries are just as evolved about their representation as any western TV Show. Some are just taking their first steps into representation and it's timid and/or flawed. If you want to see where things are at in that country or practice the language go for it.

Tunna blå linjen (Thin Blue Line) and Dystopia, Sweden

Cyanide, Indonesia

Original title: Sianida

Aldri voksen, Norway

Fair City, Ireland

Xia Ye Zhi Dao Feng De Tian (The Lost World), China*

It's a Chinese drama, there are limits to what they can show

Demente, Chile

Las Villamizar, Colombia

Rojst ’97 (The Mire 97), Poland

Undercover, Belgium

Jutro će promeniti sve (Morning Changes Everything), Serbia

Bir Başkadır (Ethos), Turkey

Καρτ Ποσταλ, Greece*

Each episode is standalone episode.

Hotel Mondial, Germany

Mine, South Korea

Ruxx, Romania

Stella Blómkvist, Iceland

Señorita 89, México

Special shout out to the 2018 season of The bachelor in Vietnam that did that

#Tunna blå linjen #thin blue line #mine kdrama #ruxx #ethos Netflix #undercover tv series #the mire 97 #Las Villamizar #demente #Fair City #Aldri voksen #The Lost World #Jutro će promeniti sve #Morning Changes Everything #the bachelor #Hotel Mondial #stella blómkvist #Dystopia #Kart postal #lesbian #wlw #lgbtq #lgbtqia #Señorita 89 #gay #lgbt #bi #girls who like girls #sapphic #Cyanide

[cookieroll]

Captain, I’m afraid we may have beamed down to the wrong side of Barbie Land.

#spock #jimkirk #star trek #spirk #star trek: the original series #barbie #they are undercover on the barbie planet #thats why it doesnt say their names #the secret star trek episode

[laniemae]

GUYS GUYS GUYS the yellow/green smoke that appears in Harrow and deep cover also appears in the promo image for milgram

am I getting onto someone here or is this just coincidence but i mean it’s very prevalent in both of Kotoko’s MVs and you know what Kotoko’s like hmmmm

#Milgram #kotoko yuzuriha #yelling this screaming this across the room #Like it’s exactly the same smoke is this intentional??? It’s in the whole promo image for the series #And like we know deep cover has a lot of undercover motifs both musically and visually #But interestingly with kotoko it seems the smoke appears around the time of her murder or something like that #Yknow what this isn’t a massive revelation it’s just a small detail I noticed why am I getting so hyped over this?

[tsuyoiqueen]

forever mourning the fact that we never got to see loki in their female form. i'm dying to know what kind of actress the producers would choose, a tom hiddleston duplicate? someone entirely different? the possibilities are endless. never forget what they've taken from us, my friends.

#also i don't want to make this about shipping so i'm leaving it in the tags #but imagine mobius' reaction if loki just showed up as a woman someday #i loved seeing them in suits on episode 2 but we could've had loki in female form!!! typical undercover married couple vibes #we were ROBBED #imagine how powerful it would be if we got to see fem!loki beside sylvie and b-15 #ROBBED I SAY #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #loki #loki season 2 #loki series #fem!loki #lokius #for the tags #aryspeaks

[shannankle]

I think it would be hilarious if after all the speculation Perth's role is just random goon #3

#he couldn't tell us his name cause he doesn't have one lol #actually my guess is he'll give Tee more info or he's an undercover cop or something #but it would make me laugh #dff the series #dead friend forever

[saltyartificialintelligence]

HELP THE ANXIETY he's so real for this

THE RATS

#waiter can i please have 30 more bowls of hans worrying about rudger and vice versa #WAITER PLEASE #They're so #<3<3<3<3<3<3 #fruits #hans' rats>>>>> btw best characters in the series #screaming and crying #academy's undercover professor #aup #i got a fake job at the academy

[blackrose172]

KINNPORSCHE ❤️

#mileapo #apo nattawin #nnattawin #apo #porsche #kinn theerapanyakul #kinnporche the series #mile phakphum #kinnporsche fanart #kinnporsche the series #angry Kinn!? #undercover Porsche

[trapezequeen]

Endless KC Cooper (Part 3/♾️)

“Let’s do this, son!”

#endless kc cooper #KC cooper #kc undercover #zendaya #zendaya Coleman #disney channel #spy #series #season 1 #Veronica dunne #Marisa miller #basketball #1x6 #s1e6 #episode 6 #how KC got her swag back #gifset #my gifs

[brienneoftarth1989]

This a new 12 part series revolving around Miranda Himarson and reader. To sum it up: reader is a gang leader and Miranda goes undercover in the gang. Will the reader find out?

Undercover part 1

Miranda Hilmarson x fem reader

Next / Series

Summary: You’re the leader of the most powerful gang in Sydney. You have recently murdered one of your employees for ratting on you to the feds. You’re not taking any shit from anyone.

Warnings: murder using a knife, torture by water, violence, gangs

Requests open

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“Get it out of here! They are not my problem anymore! And let this be a lesson to the rest of you. Snitches get fucking stitches!” You shouted at your crew as they dragged out the body.

You stood up and the rest of your crew just stared at you not sure what to do next. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Fuck off will you! I’m sure you all have work to do!” You shouted as you made your way to your office.

Being the leader of the most powerful gang in Sydney wasn’t exactly easy. Your father was the original leader of The Wildlings but when he was caught and executed by the government it was your turn to take over the gang.

It had always been your dream to take over the gang but never in your mind did you expect to take over so soon and as you hadn’t had as much training it definitely led you to make irresponsible decisions that would one day get you in trouble.

There were a number of different things your gang was famous for but the most notorious were drug dealing, prostitution and murder. You weren’t afraid to kill anyone that got on your bad side or proved to be a threat to the gang.

You sat back in your chair going over a number of different papers that all had different information on it. You had one peice that told you your list of clients who owed you money, then you had your crew members and then a long list of people that you had killed which were all kept locked away in a safe.

You grabbed a pen and found the name you were searching for. You crossed off the name of the person you had just killed from the crew list and added their name to the murder list. You sighed to yourself. You never liked to kill your crew but when they were threatening yourself and others safety then it didn’t leave you much of a choice.

Now you had another job that needed doing. You scanned over all your documents before jotting down a few names with their addresses as well as a figure that was next to their names. Once you had all the information you needed you picked up the documents and placed them in the safe placing a load of dictionaries and boring textbooks on top.

They weren’t really important. It was more of a distraction if anyone were to break into the safe. You then grabbed your radio which connected you to all of your crew members. “Raphael to my office now” you spoke over the radio.

You knew it wouldn’t be long before you heard a knock on your office door and within a couple of minutes that knock made an appearance on the door. “Get in here” you said to Raphael. He walked in closing the door behind you. Raphael was your right hand man and you trusted him with everything.

“I’ve got two of the lads disposing of the body now sir. I secured it so all they have to do is dispose of it in the location I gave them. Is there anything else I can do for you sir” he asked you as he stood up straight.

You handed him the post-it note with the names and addresses on it. “I need you to go and find these people and let them know I’m getting impatient about my money. No one is to get hurt yet. I want them threatened though” you said sternly. Raphael took the post-it note from you before scanning over the list.

Hester Wheelock - $2787.00

Quincy Spaulding - $1988.00

Arthur Coombs - $209.00

Marlene Bailey - $361.00

Alayna Frank - $1203.00

Raphael turned the note over to check the addresses before folding the note up and putting it in his front pocket. “On it boss! I will be back as soon as I can” he said but just as he was about to turn around you stopped him.

“Oh and another thing! While you’re out scope out the competition as well as a replacement for that rat. This time they are to come by me first. I don’t need no rats in my gang” you sternly told him. “Yes boss, I will keep a good eye out. I will send the right one your way” he said before turning around to leave.

You watched as the door swung shut behind him before you let out a deep sigh. You were absolutely knackered. So far it had been a day from hell and it was only going to get worse. You had been woken up by a phone call at 07:00 by one of your crew members. You had always told them never to call before 08:00 unless it was an emergency otherwise there would be consequences.

You shot up as soon as the phone rang which you answered immediately. “Boss we have a rat amongst the group. I overheard them saying they were going to rat us out to the cops. What do we do sir?” They asked you. As soon as you heard those words you knew exactly what needed to be. “Catch the son of a bitch. Tie them up and I want them in the main hall. Call everyone in the gang and get them down to the hangout immediately” you shouted down the phone “I will be there shortly” you said before hanging up.

It was time to teach this bitch a lesson. You got yourself dressed and out of the door relatively quickly, grabbing your keys on the way out. You ran down to your GMC Hummer EV pickup. It didn’t take long for you to speed down to the hangout and you knew that by the time you arrived everyone would be there.

You entered the parking lot of the building before parking in your usual space. You looked around the car park to see that it was full. Your crew knew better than not to show up because it was basically asking for a death wish. You slammed the door shut before making your way into the main hall where everyone was waiting for you.

“Where is the son of a bitch!” You screamed as you pushed your way through the crowd. When you finally made your way to the centre you found one of your crew mates tied to a chair with their mouth taped shut. You hated doing this to your own crew but if they are a rat they weren’t truly a part of the gang.

Next to the chair was a selection of torture devices. Now the real problem was how you would go about doing this. As you stood in the centre of the circle you could hear quiet mumbles from everyone around you. “Will you all shut up!” You shouted which made the whole place go quiet in an instant.

“Now it seems like we have a rat amongst us! And do you know what happens to rats in my crew? They get fucking killed! So let this be a lesson to all of you. If you plan on snitching to the feds or crossing me this is how you will end up! Now you are all going to watch me so you are aware of what the consequences will be!” You shouted angrily knowing that no one will want to mess with you after this!

You pushed the chair over so they fell back with their head hitting the floor. You then placed a towel over their face. You turned around to grab the jug of water. You slowly started to pour the water over their face which soaked the towel instantly. After about 30 seconds you removed the towel allowing them to breathe.

You repeated this process over and over again making it harder and harder for your prisoner. “Let this all be a lesson to you. I mean it! You cross me and I will find even more creative ways for you to die!” You screamed before pouring the rest of the water all over the towel. This time though you didn’t remove it.

You then turned around to grab your trusty knife before turning back to face them. You walked over to them before whispering in their ear. “Rot in Hell!” You then swung your knife at them. You watched the blade run across their neck before their blood sprayed everywhere.

You wiped the blood off your knife before placing it back on the table. “Get it out of here! They are not my problem anymore! And let this be a lesson to the rest of you. Snitches get fucking stitches!” You shouted at your crew as they dragged out the body.

You made your way to your office to hopefully sort yourself out and finish the rest of today the right way.

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Undercover || Bucky Barnes x Plus size!Reader

Part II: The Mission

Summary: Your first mission with the Avengers proves to be more difficult than you expected when you discover you have to go undercover with none other than Bucky Barnes. Spending so much time together posing as an engaged couple leads to the development of feelings that you fear will change your relationship forever.

Warnings: slow burn, mutual pining, fake dating, mentions of the reader being insecure about her body, probably overuse of pet names (doll), heavy make out session, fluff with a hint of angst and a sprinkle of horny

English is not my first language

Word count: 8000+

Notes: I tried my best with this one so I hope you guys will like it!! It gives you a little taste of whast to come in the next part👀

Tagging: @caritobbg @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @midnights-ramblings @that-girl-named-alex thank you all so much for your support!!

Part I Part III

Waking up next to Bucky was as magical as falling asleep next to him. When you opened your eyes you found his figure resting peacefully next to you. He still had his arm around your body and now that you were facing him you could see how close you were to each other. The sunlight streaming through the windows framed his face differently, giving him an ethereal look. You laid there, silently admiring Bucky's beauty, wishing the moment would never end. You didn't want to go back to normal, not if it meant you could never sleep wrapped in Bucky's arms. Returning to your normal life after the mission was over would be harder than you expected. 

But for the moment you tried not to think about that, pushing all your worries to the side so you could enjoy the warm feeling that flooded your body as you admired Bucky at your side. His messy hair rested on the pillow pointing in all directions, evidence of his night's rest. A single lock fell across his face, blocking your view of a section of his features. You couldn't restrain the urge to reach out your hand to brush it away, your fingertips barely grazing the delicate skin of his face. You tucked the hair behind his ear and when you returned your attention to his features you discovered that a faint smile had crept across his lips.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky spoke, his voice raspy from sleep, taking you by surprise. Had he been awake the whole time? "How did you sleep?"

"Good." You muttered, turning your gaze away from his face in an attempt to control the embarrassment that gripped your insides at getting caught admiring him while he slept.

"I didn't crush you too much while I slept, did I?"

"No, it was fine. If anything you kinda helped me fall asleep. Turns out you're a pretty good weighted blanket." You joked with a chuckle. Bucky smiled and you felt that familiar tingle in your stomach. Now that he was awake the distance between you felt even smaller. His deep blue eyes pierced yours with an intensity that made you nervous. You felt completely exposed, unable to hide from his curious gaze. And you feared that somehow Bucky would be able to read in your eyes how you really felt about him.

"Glad to know I could help."

"What about you? Did you sleep well?" You asked him, curious to know if he had had another nightmare.

"Yeah, I slept like a baby." Bucky nodded. "You're kinda comfy too." You didn't know how to react to that compliment, so you simply let out a light chuckle. You were glad to know that he also seemed to find the situation strangely comfortable. You shouldn't be feeling so good about waking up in each other's arms. You were friends, but you weren't that close. Sleeping together and sharing such intimate moments should still feel somewhat awkward, yet neither of you could help but feel comfortable lying next to each other. It was as if that was the right thing to do, as if deep down you weren't acting and were just listening to the deepest desires of your hearts.

"We should probably get up." You said after a few minutes of silence in which you just looked at each other.

Bucky let out a grunt. "Five more minutes." 

You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him you had a lot of work ahead of you and it would be best to start early, but the words died in your throat when Bucky hid his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled you as his hand tightened its grip on your figure, awakening a tingling sensation on the exposed skin of your waist. The shirt you were wearing had lifted a little in your sleep, but Bucky didn't seem to mind. His fingers traveled down your back, tracing a trail of delicate caresses that lit a fire in your skin. 

You relaxed under the gentle brush of his fingers, losing yourself in the intimate moment you shared. Your hand found its place in Bucky's hair, delicately stroking his scalp and letting your fingers play with the brown locks. The moment your nails made contact with his skin, you heard Bucky let out a noise of approval. It was barely a whisper, muffled by the skin on your neck. You probably wouldn't have heard it if not for the closeness of your bodies, Bucky's chest vibrating against yours as he let out a moan. 

You felt electricity run down your spine as a new wave of butterflies fluttered through your stomach. It was a familiar yet completely new sensation, as if your body was reacting to a completely different situation, a completely different emotion. You couldn't quite decide what it was, though. You just knew that you felt different, that the butterflies in your stomach and the tingling inside you were much more intense than usual. Maybe it was because of the intimacy and tenderness of the moment. Or maybe it was because you were beginning to develop something more than just a crush. At the moment you didn't care much about the answer. All you wanted was to lose yourself in that moment, to engrave it in your memory forever.

"I could get used to this." Bucky whispered, pulling you out of your thoughts. It took you a few seconds to understand what he had said, his voice was so low that you were sure he didn't want you to hear it. But you did and your heart raced because for a moment you thought maybe your feelings were reciprocated.

But then Bucky's phone started ringing, putting an end to the magical moment and snapping you back to reality. You didn't have time to process what had happened because as soon as he took the call you were both forced to return to work. Steve and Nat shared with you new details of the event's security and guest list, definitely confirming that something suspicious would happen that night. They theorized that perhaps the bioweapon would change hands, either because your target was going to sell it or delegate it to someone else to carry out his plan. There were suspicious people invited that supported both alternatives, although at the end of the day it didn't matter because it was a problem in anyone's hands. So you and Bucky would have to hurry to get the bioweapon before someone else did.

You spent most of the day preparing for the evening gala, going over the plan and adjusting some of the details based on the new information Steve and Nat had given you. After lunch you decided to take a shower, locking yourself in the bathroom to begin the long process of physical preparation, fixing your appearance to fit in with the fancy gala you were to attend. You tried to relax, letting the water cascading down your body wash away all your worries. On your way out, you changed into your pajamas once again, letting Bucky go into the bathroom while you started working on your hair. 

By the time night fell you were almost ready. Your makeup was done to the best of your abilities, subtle, but shiny. You felt odd looking at your reflection in the mirror. You barely recognized yourself under all the foundation and highlighter on your cheeks. You weren't used to wearing makeup, but you'd be lying if you said that the sharp eyeliner you wore and the bold color that stained your lips didn't make you feel sexy. You felt pretty with blush decorating your cheeks and your hair falling in a cascade of curls over your shoulders. It was different from your normal look, but you liked it.

The real problem came when it was time to put on the dress. It was very different from the kind of clothes you were used to wearing and you felt out of your element when you had it on. You had only tried it on once to make sure it fit, and since that time you couldn't shake the feeling that it didn't look right on your body. Nat had assured you that you looked beautiful when you expressed your concerns, but you weren't so sure. And now looking in the mirror you still had your doubts. 

You struggled with the zipper that rested at the back of the dress for quite a while, convinced that you could pull it up by yourself. But after cramping both arms a couple of times and only managing to get the zipper halfway up your back you gave up and left the bathroom in search of help. 

Bucky was just finishing fixing the bow tie on his tuxedo when you appeared behind the door. His hands stopped their actions as his eyes slowly roamed your figure from head to toe, as if he was memorizing every little detail of your appearance. He seemed surprised by what he saw, his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something but the words had died in his throat. And that's when you felt it, embarrassment hitting you with a sweeping force. Your heart raced and your face felt on fire as all the blood in your body concentrated in your cheeks.

"Can you help me with the zipper?" You asked him, avoiding eye contact.

It took Bucky a few seconds to react, nodding his head without uttering a word. As he approached you, his eyes kept admiring your face with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, as if he couldn't believe that you were the same person who had been with him for the last few hours. You hated that. It always happened to you every time you tried something new with your appearance. Everyone's eyes would stare at you, as if it was impossible for them to believe that you were capable of dressing well or changing your hairstyle. It made you feel anxious so you had stopped putting effort into your appearance a long time ago, protecting yourself in the security that monotony gave you.

"Stop looking at me like that! I know it's weird, okay? You don't have to keep reminding me." You exclaimed when you found it impossible to continue to bear Bucky's gaze. 

"It's not weird." He assured you, resting his hands on your back. You could feel him towering over you, the warmth of his body enveloping you in a matter of seconds. His fingers brushed the exposed skin of your back, slowly moving down your spine until they found the zipper of your dress. They awakened a familiar tingle inside you, igniting the skin in their path. "You look beautiful, doll."

Oh.

You definitely did not expect to hear him utter those words, let alone hear the way he said them. You couldn't describe exactly what it was, but his voice sounded different. It was a husky whisper, barely audible thanks to the short distance that separated you. You could feel his warm breath crashing against your hair as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine and you knew he had felt it because he still had his fingers on your back, zipping up your dress incredibly slowly.

"Oh. Thank you," you mumbled once you found your voice.

You tried not to squirm too much under his touch, praying that Bucky wouldn't notice how much his closeness affected you. But it was not an easy task when the slightest brush of his skin against yours gave you goosebumps.

"All done!" Bucky exclaimed as he finished zipping you up. His hands provided one last caress on your shoulders before he pulled away from your body, putting distance between you. You bit your tongue to keep from groaning at the absence of his warmth, turning to give him a grateful smile.

You disappeared into the bathroom once again under the excuse that you needed to finish fixing your hair when in reality all you wanted to do was escape Bucky's intense stare. Leaning against the door, you let out a long sigh. Your heart was still beating fast and you could still feel the ghost of his fingers on your back.

"Focus Y/N! You have a whole night of this!" you said under your breath in an attempt to prepare your mind for what was coming. You were going to have to be around Bucky all night so you couldn't lose control every time his hands touched you. You had work to do and you had to stay focused. 

When you came out of the bathroom Bucky was waiting for you. "Are you ready?" he asked you as he adjusted his tuxedo jacket. He looked beautiful dressed like that. You had never seen him wearing anything like it before and you couldn't say you disliked it.

"Yeah, I just need my shoes." You saved them for last because they were the part of your outfit you hated the most. You could get used to everything other than the pressure the heels put on your feet. You admitted that they made you feel tall and elegant, but you didn't think it was worth it. 

However, it didn't matter what you thought because today you weren't Y/N. Today you were Elizabeth, and she loved high heels. So you kept your opinions to yourself and sat on the bed so you could tie your shoes. They were beautiful really, elegant and delicate, with an intricate lace that held them safely to your feet. You just hoped you wouldn't have to put into practice anything Nat had taught you about fighting in heels because you really weren't sure you could do it.

"Ready!" you exclaimed, getting out of bed to grab your purse. "And just in time!" you added when you saw the time. "The car will be here any minute. Do you want to wait downstairs?"

"Yeah, but there's something we have to do first." Bucky said and you frowned, wondering if there was something you were forgetting.

"Oh. What is it?"

"Kiss me."

You looked at Bucky in complete shock. Your confused brain was working rapidly trying to decipher whether you had heard him correctly or if it had all been a product of your imagination. There was no way it was real. It was impossible.

"W-what?" you stuttered, waiting for a confirmation of what you had heard before doing anything. You were not about to make a fool of yourself. Not again at least.

"Kiss me." Bucky repeated calmly, completely unaware of the effect his request was having on you. "I don't want to look surprised the first time it happens in public."

"Are you being serious?" you asked, letting out an awkward chuckle. He couldn't be serious.

"Dead serious. We need to look convincing, our first kiss can't be in public. They'll know we're lying."

You wanted to protest, to tell him that you didn't need to kiss. You were pretty sure you wouldn't need to, after all you weren't planning to be there long. But instead you just nodded. You were nervous, but the part of you that was dying to know what it felt like to kiss him was stronger than the rational side of you that told you this was a bad idea. You knew that once you tasted his lips there would be no turning back, but you wanted to do it anyway.

"Alright, how do we do this?"

"Just kiss me." Bucky spoke as if it were simple. The calmness in his voice was clear evidence that he did not know that what he was asking of you was your greatest dream, but also your greatest perdition. If you proceeded there was no way you could forget him. You would be condemned to live in love with him, longing to feel his lips on yours once more. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was really worth it. But then you thought you were already screwed up enough, so you might as well go all the way.

Swallowing your fears, you took a couple of steps forward and approached Bucky. You placed a trembling hand on his cheek, instinctively stroking his skin as you looked into his eyes. He leaned into your hand and you felt the butterflies in your stomach awaken. Your eyes rested on his lips momentarily, admiring them with desire before you brought your face a little closer to his. You were so close that you could feel your breaths clashing and mixing. Your noses brushed together in a promise of what was to come.

Before proceeding you returned your gaze to Bucky's eyes. His blue orbs looked slightly darker than normal, glowing with anticipation. He nodded his head slightly, an almost imperceptible movement that answered the question he read in your gaze. Then you closed your eyes and shortened the little distance that separated you, bringing your lips together in a kiss.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes at the contact. It was a slow and shy experimental kiss, but an intense one nonetheless. Bucky's lips caressed yours softly, moving together as if this wasn't the first time you had kissed. You completely lost yourself in the moment, letting your heart take the reins as you melted into Bucky's arms holding you by the waist. You were thankful for that because if you didn't have him for support, you were pretty sure you'd end up on the floor since your legs felt like jelly. 

Your eyes remained closed for a few more seconds after you separated. Your brain, overwhelmed by the swirl of emotions you were feeling, struggled to fully comprehend the situation. It was hard to believe that this was really happening so you were afraid to open your eyes and discover that it had all been just a dream. But when you finally did, you were met with Bucky's amused smile.

"That was good, but I think we can do better."

Before you had time to process his words, you felt Bucky's lips crashing against yours again. This time he was clearly in control, establishing a faster, more passionate pace. His metal hand tightened its grip on your waist while his flesh hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek and tilting your head so he could further deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed your lips and you opened them without a second thought, letting him do what he wanted with you.

You tried your best to keep up with him, but your brain was too overwhelmed by the situation to coordinate properly. Still, you tried to memorize every detail—the way Bucky's lips felt on yours, how they moved, and the almost inaudible sounds that escaped him every time your tongues intertwined. You wanted to capture the moment in your mind in case that was the last time you felt his lips on yours. 

Before letting you go, Bucky took your lower lip between his, sucking lightly and then biting it gently. An involuntary moan escaped your throat and you didn't realize it until you opened your eyes to find Bucky's triumphant smile. It was as if he had done it on purpose, as if he had only been willing to release your lips after you gave him an audible confirmation of how much you had enjoyed his kisses.

"That was better." He spoke so casually as you struggled to regain your composure. "I think we're ready."

The trip to the event was peaceful. A limousine picked you up at the hotel and took you to your destination. It was your first time traveling in that kind of car and honestly you didn't see the appeal in it. It was nice to have so much space and being separated from the driver avoided the awkward silence and forced chatter that sometimes formed when using a cab, but other than that it didn't have many advantages. Maybe it was because you were too cheap and ordinary to understand it, or maybe it was because your nerves didn't let you really appreciate the moment, but you didn't feel anything special or different when riding in that flashy vehicle.

In addition to the nerves you felt about facing your first mission your brain was still recovering from the attack of Bucky's lips. Saying that your mind wasn't quite there was an understatement, so the trip flew by. Before you knew it, you had reached your destination. The car stopped and you felt Bucky's hand on your leg, bringing you back to reality.

"Are you ready?" He spoke in a soft tone, giving your leg a light squeeze. He noticed the hesitation and nerves in your expression and wanted to make sure you were okay before proceeding.

You took your time to respond, trying to force your mind to focus on what was important. Then, letting out a sigh you said, "Yeah, let's do this." 

As Steve and Nat had anticipated, the event had a lot of security. Almost too much for a so-called charity event of that nature. It was very suspicious. There were guards around the perimeter and security cameras everywhere. At the entrance guests were searched as a security measure before being allowed to enter the building to make sure they were not carrying weapons. Seeing the level of security that handled the event made you wonder how the hell would you manage to sneak into your target's office to take what you had come for. It seemed impossible when you were surrounded by so many cameras and guards on every corner.

"Relax," you heard Bucky's voice whisper in your ear. He took your hand in his as you walked towards the great hall where the rest of the guests were, giving it a light squeeze. "Nat has our backs." He spoke as if he was able to read your thoughts, as if he knew exactly what was troubling you. You didn't know how he did it and decided you didn't have time to question him, so you just nodded, giving him a grateful smile for his words. 

Once you were far enough away from the guards, you pulled a pair of earpieces out of your bag, handing one to Bucky before placing yours in your ear. It was well hidden under your hair, so at least that was one less thing to make you anxious.

"We're in." Bucky whispered as he adjusted the device in his ear. "Do you have eyes on the target?"

"Not yet." Natasha's voice echoed in your ear. She was in charge of the technological part of the mission, hacking into the security cameras to be your eyes in the places where you couldn't snoop without being discovered. "I think he's in his office, but I have no footage to confirm it."

"Do we have to worry?" you asked, afraid you were too late.

"Nah, there hasn't been any movement. I don't know what he's doing up there. But I'm gonna find out, don't worry."

While waiting for any news from Nat, you and Bucky made an effort to blend in with the crowd, enjoying the party. You chatted with a very sweet old couple who told you on several occasions that you made a very cute couple and you prayed they weren't corrupt because they were truly adorable. You were terrible at small talk, but luckily you didn't have to do much more than listen to them talk about their grandchildren and the many trips they had taken over the past few months. 

You found some relief when another couple approached them and you and Bucky took the opportunity to escape from there, settling in at the bar for a while. You order a couple of drinks as you waited for your moment of action, eyes scanning the room thoroughly.

"God I hate rich people." You muttered as you brought the drink to your lips, allowing yourself to get out of character for a moment since there weren't many people around.

"At least they were nice."

"Yeah but still, I wanna get out of here."

As if a higher being had decided to answer your prayers, Natasha's voice echoed in your ear again after long minutes of silence. "He's heading your way," she informed you over the comms. You and Bucky raised your heads as if someone had called out to you, looking around the room for your target. But there were so many people there that it was difficult for you to find him.

"Rich people are all the same," you complained.  "Do you have eyes on him, Nat?"

"I lost him. This place is huge! But I saw him enter the ballroom, he has to be there."

"Great! What now?" Natasha was right, the place was huge and all the men were dressed similarly so finding your target was not going to be so easy. It wasn't like you could just walk around the place looking for him, it would be too obvious and your positions would be compromised.

"C'mon I have an idea." 

Bucky didn't give you time to question him, he simply took you by the hand and led you through the room among the crowd of people. You followed him without a second thought, taking the opportunity to scan your surroundings for your target. However, when Bucky stopped in the middle of the dance floor you looked at him with confusion.

"What are we doing here?" you asked as your eyes darted over the couples dancing around you. There was a band playing soft music and it seemed to encourage people to cling to each other and wander around the room to the beat of the melody.

"Dancing." Bucky answered as if it were obvious. He took your hands and rested them on his shoulders. Then he lowered his hands to your waist, pulling you into his body. You were trapped against his tall, imposing figure that towered over you despite the high heels you were wearing. Slowly, he began to move to the rhythm of the soft music playing in the background and you had no choice but to follow him.

"I know that! But why?" You insisted, tightening your grip on his shoulders as your feet slid down the dance floor.

"Because it gives us an excuse to move around." He explained. As if he was trying to prove his point, Bucky pulled away from you and surprisingly made you twirl a couple of times. Your elegant dress moved with the wind following the movements of your body and making you look like a princess out of a fairy tale. When he took you in his arms again, you noticed that you had moved a few inches from your initial position.

"Fair enough."

You danced for a good while, swaying on the dance floor following the rhythm of the music while subtly searching for your target. You tried to concentrate on the mission knowing that it was more important than anything else. But no matter how hard you fought against your impulses, you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering to admire Bucky's face from time to time. You found it impossible to concentrate while his arms were around you, the warmth of his body enveloping you in a sweet embrace. His firm body pressed against yours was all you could feel, his cologne, all you could smell. Your gaze was lost in the ocean of his orbits, mesmerized by the depth of his blue eyes. He clouded all your senses, taking over your mind until he was the only thought in it.

"I didn't know you could dance." You said, surprised by the confidence with which he moved, dictating your steps and leading you around the dance floor gracefully. You had to admit that when you looked at Bucky you didn't imagine him engaging in an act as... delicate as that kind of dancing was. He was a big, corpulent man who almost always had a frown painted on his face. And you had only seen him in combat contexts. You knew he was much more than a highly trained assassin, but it was still hard to imagine him in the middle of a dance floor.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, doll." Bucky gave you a mischievous smile, as if he knew the effect the affectionate nickname had on you, as if he enjoyed watching you lose your cognitive abilities while butterflies arose in your stomach. He had to know, you were convinced he had noticed and that's why he repeated the pet name over and over again.

“I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little better” you whispered with a shy smile, hoping he would realize the true meaning of your words. You wanted to get to know him a little better, not as a friend, but as something more. You wanted to know what Bucky was like when he was in love, what kind of dates he would take you on and what kind of gifts he would give you on anniversaries or important dates. You wanted to find out what his love language was and explore life with him. You wanted everything with him, but you couldn't find the courage to tell him. Not directly at least.

Bucky looked at you for a moment, admiring the soft curve of your lips as you smiled. The people around you disappeared as your gazes connected. The murmurs of the crowd and even the melody of the song the band was playing began to sound distant, muffled. There was only you and him and the tension in the air. For a second, Bucky thought about confessing how he felt about you. He wanted to tell you that there was nothing he wanted more than to open his heart, to put it in your hands so that you could take care of it. He wanted to lie down to sleep next to you every night and wake up with your limbs intertwined every morning. He wanted to devote his whole life to showing you how special you were, showering you with compliments until you looked at yourself the way he looked at you.

But before he had a chance to open his heart and be honest with you, Natasha's voice interrupted you once again. She indicated where your target was and just like that the moment was over. You were forced back to reality, where you were two agents on a high-risk mission, not a happy couple enjoying life. Although at the time you really wish you were.

“Okay, I see him,” you informed Natasha, watching the man chatting with a group of people near the bar. “Now what?”

“Now you go up to him and do your thing,” the redhead answered you and you could swear she was rolling her eyes.

“Yeah but like, how? He is surrounded by people!”

“Wait until he's alone and flirt with him, that always works.” Bucky tightened his grip on your hand at those words. He didn't like the idea of seeing you flirting with strange men, much less that guy. It made him jealous, although you thought it was due to his concern that the mission depended on your flirting abilities.

“Flirt with him? I'm sorry Nat, have you met me? I can’t flirt!” you exclaimed in horror. The mission would go to hell if you tried to flirt with him. You were the most socially awkward person on the planet and he was one of the most dangerous mob bosses of all, it was a recipe for disaster.

“It’s easy! Just compliment him and giggle like a schoolgirl, for some reason men like him always fall for that.”

“That's disgusting, I'm not doing it.” You complained, scrunching up your nose.

“Well you’re gonna have to do something!”

A silence formed between you as you watched your target, waiting for the people around him to disperse. You were trying to mentally prepare yourself for the most embarrassing moment of your life, when an idea popped into your head. It was silly, but at least it was something you were comfortable with.

“Wish me luck,” you said as soon as you saw your target approaching the bar to order a drink. It was the perfect time to proceed given that he was alone and distracted.

"Wait, Y/N!" Bucky exclaimed behind your back, but you ignored him. 

You walked towards the bar with the most confidence you were able to conjure up at that moment, feeling the nerves building up in your stomach. Your time to shine had come and you had to do things right to prove to everyone—including yourself— that you were ready to fight alongside the Avengers. With a smile, you took a glass of champagne that a waiter offered you as you passed by, thinking it was just what you needed as you lifted the glass to your lips. Then you stood right behind the man you had been looking for for the last hour. When he turned around you pretended to trip, effectively spilling the champagne all over his expensive suit.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, sir!" You hurried to apologize, pretending to be sorry for your clumsiness. He lowered his gaze to his expensive attire ruined by champagne, letting out a couple of curses. However, none of them were directed directly at you.

"It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going." He said, and you thought he sounded pretty nice for a dangerous mobster.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to… here, let me help," you added, taking a napkin from the bar and pressing it on his wet clothes. It wouldn't get his shirt dry, but that wasn't your real goal.

As soon as your hands made contact with his chest you were able to connect with his mind, listening to his thoughts. He wasn't being so nice to you in his head, but you didn't have time to worry about that. You had a limited amount of time and you had to work fast to get the key to his safe. If you didn't, you were not sure you would have another chance judging by the things he was saying about you in his mind. So you focused all your powers on him, going through his memories looking for the piece of information you needed.

"I'm so sorry, it's just that these shoes suck," You rambled to keep him a little longer where he was. It was hard to concentrate on talking and using your powers at the same time, especially considering the stress that was overwhelming you, but you tried hard nonetheless. "They're beautiful, don't get me wrong! And sooo expensive, but they're difficult to walk around. But whatever, beauty is pain, right?"

"It's okay, I can take it from here" he said, taking your wrists in his hands to force you to stop. You raised your eyes to look him in the face, feeling intimidated by the rudeness of his expression. 

But then, the code combination you needed so badly popped into your mind. The digits were clear as day in your head, as if it were a memory of your own and not one you had pulled from someone else's mind.

You had it.

Smiling, you removed your hands from his body, tugging them slightly so that he released your wrists. "Once again, I'm so sorry sir. I hope I didn't ruin your night." He assured you that everything was fine and you had to bite your tongue to keep from letting out a giggle, knowing full well that you were about to ruin his plans completely.

Turning around, your eyes met Bucky's, who was watching the scene from a distance. He looked worried, so you gave him a smile while putting your thumbs up in victory. That seemed to relax him, the tension in his shoulders disappearing immediately.

"Good job! You did so good, doll." He complimented you and you felt a strange tingle in your stomach. For some reason his praise made a warmth spread through your body. But you didn't have much time to wonder what was up with you, because soon Nat gave you the next directions.

"Now go to the bathroom area, there's a corridor there that will take you to the elevator. The security camera is off and there's only one guard in your way… but not for long."

Just as you had planned, Natasha jammed the radio signal the guards were using to communicate. Then Steve pretended to be the head of security and sent them on a mindless task to get them out of the way, giving you a safe passage to the elevator. When the metal doors closed you let out a sigh of relief. You had made it through one of the first obstacles without difficulty. Now you just had to do the same thing a couple more times and you'd be fine.

"Okay, I activated the loop in their live feeds so you guys have about ten minutes to find the weapon and get out of there. There's no guards up ahead so you're all clear."

"Easy peasy" you whispered to yourself, praying that things really were as simple as they sounded.

Breaking into his office was not difficult. You didn't have the key, but Bucky was able to pick the lock in a matter of seconds. Once inside you only had to search the place for what you needed. In the midst of your inspection you found evidence of other suspicious activity, but you didn't have time to concentrate on that so you just photographed everything you could and went on with your mission.

The safe was hidden in the bottom of a locked drawer. Bucky opened it with ease and let you enter the password to open the metal box. Inside there was only one thing, a few inches long tube that encapsulated a greenish liquid. You and Bucky shared a curious glance before you carefully removed the tube from its place, closing the now empty safe.

"Uhhmm, guys you've got company. Get out of there, now!" Natasha warned you over the comms.

"I thought you said we had ten minutes!" You complained, your voice high-pitched as you and Bucky hurried to tidy up and get out of there.

"Yeah but apparently they're smarter than I thought. They realized I put on a looping sequence and now they're searching every floor."

"How long do we have?" Bucky asked, taking your hand and leading you out of the office.

"A couple of minutes, if we're lucky. They splitted up into teams so it's hard to know."

"Shit!" You should have guessed that something was going to go wrong. So far everything had gone according to plan. You had managed not to screw up the mission and no one had suspected you all night. But of course now that you had finally gotten what you wanted you would be found by all the guards in the building! That's how things always seemed to go. 

Following Nat's advice, you used the emergency stairs to escape from the crime scene. The guards had used the elevators and would most likely check the stairs at the end, so that gave you some time. After walking down four flights of stairs wearing the most uncomfortable high heels on the planet you began to think about whether or not it was really worth escaping. You were pretty sure that nothing they could do to you would compare to the stabbing pain that assaulted your feet with every step you took. But you stayed strong, closing your hand over the tube of deadly liquid you had rescued from a mobster's office as a reminder of how important it really was to escape from there.

You only had one more floor to go before you reached the great hall—where the party was going on as if nothing had happened—, when you heard footsteps in the distance. You froze in place, looking up at Bucky for direction. He paused for a moment, listening carefully to his surroundings. He had a much more developed sense of hearing than you thanks to the serum coursing through his veins, so when he pushed you off the stairs into a corridor, you didn't question it.

You walked down the hallway in search of a place to hide. You hoped that the guards would check the emergency stairs and move on since they had already inspected the rest of the floors, but nothing was certain. And it wasn't long before you began to hear footsteps approaching you from all directions. Trapped in an empty office—which did little to hide you since it had glass walls facing the hallway—, you began to panic. Your heartbeat quickened with each passing second, the footsteps and murmurs around you getting louder and louder.

"What do we do?" you asked Bucky, hoping he had some magical solution to your problem. His eyes alternated between the door and your figure until they finally locked onto yours.

"Do you trust me?" he said, confusing you. He loosened his tie and you looked at him with a frown. He wasn't planning to fight all those guards, was he?

"What?"

"Do you trust me, Y/N?"

"Yes, of course I trust you, Bucky. You know I do." You wanted to ask him what that had to do with the situation you were in, but before you could say anything Bucky's lips crashed against yours.

His lips moved with a desperation that took you by surprise. His hands settled on either side of your face, cradling your cheeks and tilting your head so he could further deepen the kiss. You melted under his touch, surrendering your autonomy and letting him do whatever he wanted with you. You couldn't quite process what was happening, your brain overwhelmed by the swirl of emotions that assaulted you. But somehow you managed to reciprocate the kiss, moving your lips against his trying to keep up.

When Bucky's tongue brushed your lips you opened them, granting him access to your mouth without hesitation. It was a mechanical, instinctive reaction. You were completely at his mercy, all rational thought leaving your mind as you lost yourself in him. The softness of his lips contrasted with the intensity with which he kissed you, the strange combination awakening a heat deep in your stomach. You had never felt anything like it, and you were quickly becoming addicted.

Taking advantage of a new found confidence, you let your hands roam Bucky's torso. Your fingers traced a path from his marked abs all the way up to his shoulders, lightly dragging your manicured nails all over his chest. You barely applied any pressure—you weren't really thinking about what you were doing—, but apparently it was enough pressure for Bucky to let out a grunt of pleasure. The sound vibrated in his throat and died against your lips, causing your core to clench around nothing, desperate for attention.

Things were getting out of control. Even in your blissful state you were able to realize that there was no way the two of you were going to get back to normal after that. But you didn't care. How could you when the heat of Bucky's body enveloped you completely as he pushed you against the long conference table in the middle of the room? He lifted you up as if you weighed nothing and sat you on the clear surface of the table, caressing your thighs as he settled between your legs. Waves of arousal coursed through your body and a familiar knot formed in your stomach. Bucky was going to be the death of you.

Your brain was completely fried. You were unable to think, all you could do was respond to Bucky's attacks on you. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and your whole body felt like it was on fire. But you couldn't stop. You didn't want to stop. You wanted to feel him, all of him, and you didn't care that it wasn't the right place or the right time. Frankly, you had forgotten where you were, the mission fading into the background as you completely lost yourself in Bucky.

However, when the guards entered the room with their guns raised it all came back to you. You and Bucky quickly parted ways, and you stepped off the table in an attempt to salvage some of your dignity.

"Oh my god! We're so sorry" Bucky apologized when one of the men in uniform told you that you could not be there. You noticed that he was slurring his words a bit and understood that he was trying to pass off as drunk to justify his presence there. "We thought we could sneak in here to have some fun-"

"Shut up!" The guard ordered, approaching you to inspect you. You looked at Bucky with worried eyes, your heart beating fast only this time for a very different reason. The guards separated you and searched you, patting every inch of your bodies in search of anything incriminating. The air caught in your throat, nerves settling in your stomach once again. You had what they were looking for with you and if they found it, things were going to get bad.

Luckily for you, they found nothing hidden under your clothes. Bucky was clean too, but they didn't seem convinced of your innocence, so they took your bag and emptied it on the table. You and Bucky shared a glance as the men rummaged through the insignificant junk you had stuffed into the small rectangle of fabric—makeup, gum, a tampon and your cell phone. There was no trace of the biological weapon they had lost, so they had to let you go.

"Get out, now!" The man exclaimed, visibly irritated. You and Bucky grabbed your things and headed for the door, stumbling along in pretended drunkenness.

"I told you it was a bad idea, babe!" you whined with laughter, clinging to Bucky's arm for stability.

You kept up the appearances until you reached the hall, where the event continued as if nothing had happened. Feeling safe in the crowd of people, you took the opportunity to let your teammates know that you had completed the mission and were ready for an extraction.

"Copy that. We're on our way." Steve's voice spoke in your ear. 

You didn't wait for them to be nearby to get out of there. You had barely escaped and didn't want to push your luck, so you left the party as soon as Steve confirmed that he was on his way. You and Bucky walked hand in hand through the streets for a while, heading for the extraction zone you had all previously designated. The gentle evening breeze was blowing against your body, but you weren't cold. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins and Bucky was very close to you so his body heat was enough to keep you warm. Neither of you spoke the whole way. There was this strange tension in the air and you were both too embarrassed to face each other at the moment. You wouldn't even know where to start, so you kept your mouth shut.

When Steve arrived to pick you up, Bucky opened the van door for you and helped you in. He arranged your long dress so it wouldn't get ruined before he hopped in and settled next to you, leaving a couple of inches of distance between you. As Steve accelerated, Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned to ask you for the item you had been sent to steal. It was a very powerful and dangerous biological weapon and she wanted to keep it in a special box to keep it safe.

"How did you manage to get it out of there without the guards finding it?" She asked you and with some embarrassment you reached into your bra and pulled out the small tube that had caused you so much trouble. Natasha looked at you with raised eyebrows as she took the object from your hands, an amused smile plastered on her lips. "Your boobs just saved the world, Y/N."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x fem reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #Undercover Series

[super-powerful-queen-reyna]

Andy Samberg should play Paul Blofis.

#that's it #that's the whole post #you know him #he played jake peralta #in brooklyn 99 #he went undercover at some point #who would teach percy finger gun other than the one and only jake peralta #brooklyn 99 #andy samberg #walker scobell #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson adaptation #percy jackson series #percy jackson tv show #i see andy samberg with a sword very well

[toytulini]

man everyone complains about snipers in splatoon and dont get me wrong, skilled snipers can, will, and do, wreck my shit, but everytime i see a sniper on the other team i do get a lil excited. enrichment in my enclosure. shiny thing to hunt and harass. sorry to all snipers i am targeting you specifically bc you are sooooo shiny and fun to harass. largely this is not an issue and i dont feel too bad about targeting snipers specifically bc I'm not good enough at the game for it to be some sort of unfairness. like i said. i frequently get my shit wrecked and never learn.

#toy txt post #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon 2 #snipers out there ily. you ink like shit but youre so fun to hunt even when im bad at it. which is Often #i will always very fondly remember a series of matches i played in 2 where i had the undercover brella with ink armor and torpedo #and i think i had either haunt or thermal ink #and for some reason. Every Other Player Besides Me. was using chargers #i think it was just a couple at first but then ppl were like goofin? #and i was just. terrorizing them??????? #and it was so fun #and i have to imagine it was fun for them too cos like #i mean they Outnumbered Me #and my team was also all snipers who werent leaving base #so i was just wildin #and at a certain point it was not possible to not hunt them bc. you know. i kept killing them #so. they Had to kill me #but like they Had to be having fun bc no one dropped out or changed weapons??? i was loving hunting snipers #and they seemed to be having fun trying to kill my desperate dumbass #back when i could Dodge Shit semi competently #i just want that again #that was back in 2. i think that contributed to skipper pavilion being one of my fav maps cos that was one of the ones in rotation #i thiiiink the other one was? #whats it called. it had the moving platforms? #PIRANHA PIT #didnt enjoy that one as much as skipper pavilion tho #anyway. it was so lovely id love to do that again but it doesnt feel possible in 3 #for one thing. no way id have that many games in a row w the same lobby and no DCs all the way until map change #anyway if youre a sniper in splatoon dont worry about me hunting you. i am unfortunately so so so killable #one thing about me playing splatoon is that i be dying

[chillyweirdoinacoffin]

Princess Floralinda 2 News!!

Found another new Tamsyn interview (from Fall 2022)! It’s short, and not really about TLT. But drops THIS news I haven’t seen anywhere else: Floralinda 2 will be called “Queen Floralinda Takes Her Throne.”👸🏼 No word on the release date.

#tamsyn muir #princess floralinda and the forty flight tower #princess floralinda #Queen Floralinda Takes Her Throne #the locked tomb #locked tomb series #undercover #tazmuir

[pchjun]

Tw // blood (ig??)

Something something trying to get back into the painting groove again

#yknow for a series all abt action w a bbygirl mc i expected more fanart of him bloody when i entered #mayrah mumbles #my art <3 #academy's undercover professor #he always mildly look like he's dead and scary and i need him to embody that #thats why i gave him red pupil ehe #why the blood? idk i wanted to spice it up #ludger cherish #clip studio paint #trying to get back into drawing #rkgk