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Snort!!!

I too would be distracted if I’d gone without Bucky’s dick for too long…

Lifting Spirits | Thunderbolts*!Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader | Drabble 895 words |

It's been a long time since you and Bucky were able to sneak off, and it's starting to show.

Warnings: 18+ for suggestive language, thoughts and situations. Thunderbolts* spoilers.

HBS Week 1: “Mind your own damn business.” | [Secret Sex/Relationship | Embarrassment | Denial]

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Masterlist | Hot Bucky Summer | Bucky Barnes

No one was supposed to know about you and Bucky. You hadn't meant to make the relationship secret, it'd just sort of…happened. If you could even call it a relationship, mostly it was just…fucking. Stress relief, unwinding.

You had a system and that system mostly involved sneaking into each other's bedrooms as much as humanly possible, which wasn't very often when you shared a weird superhero tower with five other, very nosey, people.

It'd been a while, to be honest, since you'd had any kind of opportunity to sneak into Bucky's room, and it was starting to wear very thin.

The memory of his body under yours as you'd taken your pleasure from him in the huge Jacuzzi tub on the balcony was just a memory. The feel of his hands on your hips, holding you still as he drove you both into his headboard and over the edge of pleasure was just a dreamy sensation.

Now you were contending with your own hands and the few toys you managed to sneak in past your fellow heroes.

"Are you alright?" Bob asked from his nest of cushions and beanbags by the ridiculously huge windows.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. How're you, read anything good lately?"

He frowned, looking at you sideways.

"I was just — nevermind, you must not have heard me." He went a little pink at the ears and you realised he'd been talking about his latest read for at least ten minutes while you looked at the balcony and tried to recall, in detail, what Bucky's cock felt like inside you.

"Sorry, Bob, just, in my own head at the moment. Nothing to do with you."

You half-smiled, but still couldn't take your eyes off the covered tub.

You fell back into your own thoughts until the elevator dinged open, making you start.

"I told you, Yelena, I'm fine."

"Bucky, you do not seem fine." She grumbled back, "you broke so much stuff, you know how much all that stuff costs?"

"No."

Even the sound of his gruff voice was sending tingles down your spine. Fuck. You needed that sound in your ear, telling you every disgusting thing he was going to do to you just as soon as you got some time alone and —

"Hey, are you oh-kay? What is it with you two lately."

"She's fine, 'Lena, she said she's fine." Bob raised his eye brows, not brave enough to say anything, but he sure was fond of suggesting.

"Ergh, there's nothing wrong, leave me alone." You flopped back into the couch cushions, one eye open.

You tracked Bucky's movements across the living area, he shrugged his jacket off, pulling it down each muscled arm, you licked your lips, when he tugged it free and shook it out you could see his broad shoulders, biceps swelling.

Bob followed your eyeline.

Bucky stretched, his t-shirt riding up and revealling a slither of his lower belly, a dusting of dark hair, a hint of muscle.

You sighed dreamily.

He sat down, kicking his boots up onto the coffee table and searching for the remote before reaching his vibranium hand behind him to ruffle his long hair.

"Okay, I'm going to bed." You announced, slapping your thighs and pushing yourself up.

"It's not even dinner yet?" Yelena said, confused. "It is like half past six in the evening, you can't go to bed."

"I'm…very sleepy." You insisted, faking a yawn and stretching your arms in your best attempt to show off your own body.

Bucky looked at you then, the same hunger in his eyes when they trailed down your body and back up. You were only in a big t-shirt and shorts, but when you moved you knew he could see the curve of your hips, the arch of your back — his favourite places to grasp and pull at.

"Yeah, we've all been very tired." He agreed, his voice slightly stilted. "It's good to rest — sleep."

"Going to lay down. In my room. On my bed." You backed towards the elevator, toying with the bottom of your shirt.

Bucky stood too, eyes locked with yours as if he was stalking you like prey. Every footfall of his boots echoed in the otherwise silent penthouse.

"You guys are weird." Bob mumbled, but he couldn't look away either, picking his milkshake back up.

Finally you were both in the elevator, backs against each wall, still eyeing each other.

The doors closed heavily.

"They're so weird." Bob laughed, taking a long, loud, slurp of milkshake.

"Too weird."

Yelena pushed the call button again and, sure enough, the elevator came straight back, the doors opening slowly to reveal you and Bucky tangled together.

He'd lifted you into his arms straight away, wrapping your legs around his waist so you could press yourself against his hardening length. He was kissing you so deeply you didn't even notice Yelena stood in the open door.

"Oh my god, 'Lena! Look!" Bob shouted and Yelana nodded in agreement.

"Oh fuck." You laughed, burying your head in Bucky's neck to cover your embarrassed shock.

But Bucky didn't falter, he pressed the button for your floor, continuing to kiss up your neck and, as the doors were shutting, turned to Yelena.

"Mind your own damn business."

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Vocal?

I am all ears about this fic! Love a man who can’t keep quiet…..

👀

🤭

Hehe!!! We love a moaning man!!

So the premise is, he’s vocal everywhere apart from in the bedroom. And YN encourages him to use his voice.

And predictably, once he pops he can’t stop.

“Awww honey…. oh my godddd….. ffffffuuuuuuuck I’m gonna, honey I’m I’m……”

Etc.!!

LCM xx

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They should be together... I hate marvel writers

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Akakakakak!

I’ll say please any time, any where!!

Pickup Game

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3509

Warnings: Flirt, Fluff, Smut, Oral (f rec)

Summary: An after party game of pickup lines leads to a confession and an even more fun night in bed.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

The after party of just Avengers and close friends was in full swing. Drinks and laughter flowed as you enjoyed each other's company.

“Okay, okay. Your best pick up line! Let’s have ‘em!” Clint yells over the most recent spate of laughter. “Tony, whatcha got?”

Tony smirks before opening his arms wide and declaring, “I am Iron Man.” He grins as everyone heckles him, “What can I say? Works every time!”

“Really?” Pepper raises an eyebrow.

“Used to! Used to work,” Tony backpedals. “Rhodey, save me here, buddy!”

“Okay, okay,” Rhodey laughs as he glances at Natasha who is standing by him and tugs at his sleeve, “Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

"Nice," Natasha scoffs.

"Let's hear yours then!" Rhodey huffs.

"Ever had a White Russian?" Natasha asks, holding up her glass.

"No," Rhodey looks at her suspiciously.

"Want to?" She says seductively. 

Rhodey chuckles, "Smooth. Okay, Clint, what've you got?"

Clint bats his eyes at Sam, standing next to him and says, "Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes, big boy?"

Sam laughs while rolling his eyes, "So, what you guys are telling me is that you have no game?"

"Give us your best then, Rocket Man!"

"You know, dating is a numbers game. So, can I have yours?" Sam grins.

"Boooring!" Tony heckles. "Steve, what's your favorite?"

"I've never been good with pickup lines. That was more Bucky's territory," Steve tilts his head towards the dark-haired super soldier. 

"Thanks," Bucky says sarcastically,  "I'm a little out of practice with pickup lines."

"Aw, come on, Buck, give it a shot," you pipe in and then try to hide your embarrassment at having drawn attention to yourself. Even though you hoped he'd test out the line on you. Your attraction to the man was undeniable and you'd harbored a crush since you'd met him. You leaned back against the wall with your hands behind your back and raised your eyebrow in challenge to him. 

Bucky's face betrayed a moment of discomfiture before he straightened his shoulders and stepped over to you. He placed a hand on the wall above you, leaning in with a small smirk, "If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

You could hear some chuckling and comments in the background but it faded as you stared up at Bucky. God, he was fine as hell and you were doing your best to control your erratic heartbeat.

"Sorry, doll, that wasn't very good, huh?"

You don't know where the gall came from but, before you realized what you were doing the words slipped out of your mouth. "Don't worry, Buck, I'm not big on being picked up. I prefer to be pinned down." Your eyebrow raised as you said the words and you smirked, bringing your glass to your lips for a sip. 

Bucky's jaw drops as the room erupts in laughter and cheers. Tony crows, "She wins!" 

Clint laughs heartily as he agrees, "Hands down!"

After a few moments, you reach up and close Bucky's mouth, “And to answer your questions, yes, I would,” you whisper with a wink as you walk away. 

A little while later, the party was winding down and you decided it was time to slip out. Your nerves were getting the better of you. Thoughts ran amuck as to what Bucky thought of you and whether the attraction you felt was reciprocated. He’d been in a conversation with some of the guys since the game ended and you hoped to catch a glimpse, some sign of mutual interest but now you were walking away with your tail between your legs. God, what must he think of you and that brazen comment. 

Hitting the button for the elevator, you berate yourself for thinking you ever stood a chance. Your head snapped up when a deep voice whispered, “You know, you have a beautiful body.”

Grinning, you turn and press yourself against Bucky, “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” Bucky smirks at you. Without warning, he stoops and picks you up as if you weigh nothing. 

“Bucky!” You squeal as the elevator doors open. 

He carries you in, hitting the button for his floor with his elbow, “Don’t worry, doll. I know you aren’t big on being picked up but I’ll have you pinned down soon enough.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, “It was just a line, Buck.”

His confidence falters for a second, “Oh, uh-”

“Don’t worry, baby. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” you smirk.

“Oh, you’re naughty,” Bucky laughs.

“I prefer ‘playful’.”

“I like playful,” Bucky adjusts you in his arms so that your back is pressed to the elevator wall and your faces are at the same level. 

You use the opportunity to wrap your legs around him and look at him expectantly. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. 

You’re surprised by the request after the way he’d handled you. It warmed your heart that he would seek your consent and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “Please.”

The kiss is intense. He presses into you as his lips move over yours. His tongue slips out seeking entry and you oblige him immediately. You separate only when the elevator dings your arrival. He lowers your legs gently and takes your hand. Leading you down the hallway, Bucky says awkwardly, “I, uh, was kind of surprised when you, um, said that tonight.” 

“What? The pickup line?” You tilt your head as you look at him. 

“No, the… thing you whispered afterwards.”

“Really, why?” You thought your feelings for him were fairly obvious. 

“I mean, I’m a mess and you’re so put together. I just,” he shrugs, “kinda thought you were out of my league, ya know.”

“No,” you laugh, “no, I don’t know. I have never thought of myself as put together.  Thanks for that but I’m kind of a mess, too. I think we all are in our own ways.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Bucky smiles as he opens his door and guides you in. 

You suddenly feel awkward as you walk inside the room. The passion displayed in the elevator had mellowed as you walked and talked together into a camaraderie. You were unsure how to get back to it. 

“Would you like a drink?” Bucky asks as he comes up behind you, his lips brushing your neck and his hands caress your hips. You jump a little at the unexpected contact. 

“I think I had enough earlier,” you breathe, heat pooling between your legs. 

“I haven’t had enough, I haven’t had nearly enough. I need another taste,” Bucky says as he turns you around to capture your mouth. You oblige him willingly, snaking your arms around his neck as you arch into him. 

Abandoning any reserve you would normally have, you reach for the buttons on his shirt. He reaches for the zipper of your dress but his hands still. You pull back to look at him curiously. 

“You’re sure?” He asks. 

You smile and pull the tails of his shirt from his pants while saying, “Barnes, if you don’t get me naked and pin me down, I will never forgive you.”

He pulls you against him forcefully, grinning as he pulls down your zipper, “We can’t have that.”

Clothes are discarded quickly as he backs you to the bed. Bucky slides his hands into your panties to grab your ass and you gasp when he picks you up. Laying you on the bed he pulls your panties off. You expect him to follow you down but instead his eyes take a slow path up your body. Propping yourself on your elbows, you resist the urge to cover yourself but tremble as he studies you. He smiles, grabs a discarded t-shirt, and rips the bottom half from it. Your eyebrow raises at the display. 

“And what do you plan to do with that, Sgt. Barnes?”

His smirk as he advances has butterflies dancing in your stomach. He grabs your arms, twists the shirt around your wrists, and hauls them above your head as he pins you to the bed. 

“Happy now?” Bucky rumbles as he kisses your neck. 

“Almost. I’d like these off,” you use your legs to pull at the underwear he still has on, “and an orgasm or two would be nice.” 

Holy shit, you don’t know where this confidence had come from. Maybe because Bucky wanted you. Maybe because of whatever drink that was that Natasha had handed you. Whatever it was, you were enjoying the results. 

“Only one or two?” Bucky teases as he nibbles along your clavicle. “I bet I can do better.”

“Is that so?” You gasp as his tongue plays over your nipple. 

“Mm-hm,” he murmurs before plucking at your other nipple with his lips. He lets go of your hands that are still bound above your head as he slides his tongue down your stomach. Your breathing picks up when he reaches your navel and proceeds to kiss his way down to your mound. Your eyes screw shut to take in every sensation. When he spreads your legs further apart, you feel the contrast of warm skin and cool metal on your thighs. Anticipation builds, making you lick your lips and you can’t help the whimper that slips out when you feel a gentle finger trace your slit. 

“Fuck,” Bucky whispers reverently before his tongue follows the same path as his fingers. His metal arm curls around your leg and he rests his hand on your abdomen, effectively holding you in place as he explores your folds. It was almost unbearable, the way his tongue slid around to touch everywhere but where you needed him most. 

“Bucky, please,” you whimper desperately. 

His chuckle rumbles against your core. His fingers replace his tongue, taking the same lazy path. “Poor baby, am I not giving you what you want?” His finger tip barely grazes your clit and you whine. “Are you feeling needy?” His finger circles your entrance and his tongue gives the softest lick to your clit. Your hips flex, desperate for more friction, making Bucky press his metal hand more firmly against you. “I like seeing you like this.” Another small lick to your clit. “Wet, under me, and so desperate.”

“Bucky, pleeeaase,” you can’t keep the whine out of your voice. You don’t think you’ve ever been quite so turned on and the teasing was making you a writhing mess. 

“Say please again and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please!” the word rushes out of you. His fingers and tongue driving you mad. 

His tongue moves slowly, lapping back and forth over your clit while his finger still teases. It’s maddeningly delicious but not enough at the same time. He holds your hips hostage, not allowing you to move. You mewl with each motion of his tongue over you, your body on fire and screaming for just a little more until your mouth opens to plead, “More! Oh, god, I need more!”

Bucky lifts his head, a devilish smirk across his mouth, “Oh, precious, you didn’t say please. We’ll have to start all over again now.” His finger goes back to tracing the slow path over your cunt. 

“What?” You gape at him as he plays with you. 

“You didn’t say please, doll,” Bucky repeats, allowing his lips to brush over your thigh, far too far from where you wanted his lips. 

You felt like crying. You felt like screaming. You felt like ripping off your bindings, flipping him over, and riding his face until you came all over it. Unfortunately, you knew you’d never overpower him and, if you were really honest with yourself, this little game he was playing was hot as fuck. You’d never been treated like this and he had made you a gushing mess. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky. Please, please, I need more,” you whimper at him with doe eyes, hoping for a reprieve. 

“You need more, precious?” Bucky’s finger grazes lightly over your clit. 

“Oh, please!” Your hips try to buck against his hold but he merely chuckles as he holds you in place easily. His finger circles your clit slowly as his tongue takes a meandering path up your thigh.

“Please, baby, please!” You whine as he makes his way back to your apex and are rewarded when his tongue takes the place of his finger. His motions are still slow and deliberate while his finger brushes over your entrance again causing you to clench around nothing. Desperate for more, you start to say the one word you know will earn you some relief, “Plea- OOH!!!-” In the middle of your plea, his finger had entered you and he sucked on your clit suddenly. “Yes, fuck, please, please, please…,” the word became your only mantra as he fucked you with fingers and tongue. Your legs began to shake and then he curled his fingers into that perfect spot, making bright white flash before your eyes and a scream rend from your throat. You came hard, your muscles clenching. Your legs try to close but Bucky’s broad shoulders between them keep you open to him. He laps at you through the aftershocks.  

“Fuck, I could stay here for days,” Bucky groaned. His fingers curled slowly as his tongue made gentle licks.

You gasped and moaned, words and thoughts hard to come by in the haze. “Bucky,” you finally manage to whisper his name as if it was the sweetest endearment. 

“I know. I know, doll. Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” his mouth nuzzled you as he said the words. Flicks of his tongue came closer together, “I need another one from you, precious. Gotta hear you make those sweet sounds again.” 

“Bucky, oh, fuck. Please, it’s so good,” you gasp the words out, nearly overstimulated and yet still desperate for his touch. 

“You know how hard I am hearing you say that?” Bucky groans against your clit, vibrations coursing through you. His tongue begins moving faster, making swift circles. 

“I… I- fuck. Please,” you stutter, unable to form sentences anymore. Bucky’s fingers curl more firmly into that spongy spot inside and your back tries to arch despite his arm holding you firmly in place. He was moving his tongue as if his sole purpose in life was to make you fly into a million pieces. You were a whimpering mess, unable to form words and so close to the edge again. When he growled against you again, your eyes flew open and you looked down your body at him. His cobalt eyes met yours and the intensity in his gaze was a hit straight to your core. Your muscles began to spasm as you watched him, so focused on your pleasure and aroused by your responses. Your scream is stifled by the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm that rips through you. Your hands flex around the bonds that hold them in place. 

As Bucky kisses his way back up your body, you manage to come back to yourself… mostly. You wanted to touch him, to hold him against you, to run your hands over his body. You attempt to untwist your hands from the scrap of t-shirt but the deceptively loose looking knot doesn’t budge. 

“Bucky, baby, please can you untie me?” You whisper. 

Bucky had paused at your breasts to show them some attention. They were deserving of the most reverent of worship in his mind. His tongue traced your nipple before he spoke, “Why? I’ve got you tied up, pinned down, and perfectly on display for me.”

“I want to touch you, please,” you gasp as he takes your nipple into his mouth to gently suckle. 

“Hmm,” he muses as he makes his way to your other breast, giving it the same loving attention. “If you’ll answer a question for me.”

“Anything,” you sigh, enjoying each motion of his mouth over you. You feel the rumble of his chuckle at your quick response.

“How long?” He asks. 

You slide your leg to brush against his cock, still covered by his boxer briefs before saying cheekily, “I didn’t bring a measuring tape with me but I’d say more than adequate.”

Bucky lets out a small moan at the contact and then chuckles, “Not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, baby?”

“How long did I waste not having you in my bed?” Bucky asks as he brings his face level to yours. 

“You mean, how long have I wanted you or are you asking how long I’ve liked you?”

“Both,” Bucky narrows his eyes but gives you a small smile. 

“If I’m really honest, I’ve always wanted you. You’re kinda hot, ya know?” You smile and bite your lip. 

“And the other?” Bucky asks, flexing his hips into you so that his hard cock nestles between your legs. 

You gasp and arch into him, “About five minutes after meeting you.”

“Seriously, when?” Bucky scoffs gently. 

“You were so sweet and a little self-conscious and I just adored you,” you nudged his nose with yours, encouraging his lips to find yours. He kissed you, long and lovingly, while he released your hands. You both seemed to settle into each other as your hands explored, finally free. The heat began to return, hips flexing into each other, craving the friction, but before things got too carried away, you cradled Bucky’s face in your hands and forced him to look at you. “How long?” You repeat his question. 

“Always,” he whispers passionately before taking your mouth again. 

It was all you needed. You reached for the band of his underwear, wanting nothing left to separate you. You managed to get the offending garment off of him and circle his cock with your hand. He takes a sharp intake of breath and then groans. Definitely more than adequate, you think to yourself. 

“Doll,” Bucky presses his forehead to yours, “I need to be inside you.”

“Oh, precious, you didn’t say please,” you tease him, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick. Your core aches to be filled but you can’t resist the chance to tease him just a bit as he’d done to you earlier. 

Bucky chuckles, “Knew I should have kept you tied up.”

You rub the head of his cock over your clit and whimper loudly in his ear, “I still haven’t heard it.” You pump him in your hand but still won’t let him slip into you despite his attempts to maneuver his hips. 

“Fuuuuck, please!” Buchy growls, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. 

You waste no time lining him up with your entrance. He presses in a few agonizingly slow inches before grabbing your hands and hauling them above your head. He stares into you as he growls out, “I should pin you down,” he sinks in a little more, “and tease you mercilessly.” His hips slide slowly forward until he’s fully seated inside of you. “But I don’t think either of us would survive it right now.” He slides out a couple of inches before snapping his hips forward, taking your breath away. He sets a slow but driving pace, staring into your eyes as he fucks you. His hands slide down to hold your face and he kisses you fiercely, his thrusts coming a little faster as he does. You wrap your arms around his chest, pulling him to you, sliding one down to grab onto his ass. You encourage every movement, the drag of his cock tipping you closer to the precipice. 

He buries his face in your neck, whispering praises and encouragement, “Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, doll.”

“Bucky, fuck, I’m gonna-,” your breath catches as you fall over the edge. Your body sings as you come, trembling and moaning with each wave. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, doll. So fucking pretty,” Bucky grits out as you clench around him. It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts for him to lose himself inside you. His hips flex with each aftershock that hits him. 

Rolling to his side, Bucky pulls you against him. You nuzzle his chest as you both catch your breath. Despite the lethargy settling over both of you, Bucky's hands wander continuously over your skin and you bask in the attention. 

“You'll stay, won't you?” Bucky whispers.

“I don't know,” you say sleepily, “Do you hog the covers?”

Bucky chuckles, “I'm pretty good at sharing.”

“Mmm, then I'll stay,” you yawn and a little giggle escapes you.

“What?” Bucky smiles at your mirth-filled eyes. 

“That's the first time a cheesy pick up line ever worked on me,” you giggle again.

“I'll have to come up with some others. See if I get lucky again,” Bucky laughs as he kisses the top of your head.

“I'd say your chances are pretty good,” you smirk at him, “But maybe next time, I should be the one to pin you down.”

“Only if you say please, doll.”

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Hidden Affections

AN: Thanks for the prompt, @buckyys-babydoll. I hope you enjoy this bit of fluff with a big dollop of embarrassment and mutual pining.

Not beta’d, so apologies in advance.

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Summary: You get tongue-tied around Bucky, which is inconvenient when you work with Sam and Joaquín. When he comes to the compound unannounced when you’re the only one there, you only have once course of action available — hide!

Relationship: Bucky x Reader (gender not specified but Sam calls you Sugar and Bucky calls you Doll and doll-face)

Word count: 1.6k

CW: Mild angst, fluff, unrequited crush (or is it?), embarrassment.

You didn’t know what it was about Bucky Barnes that upset your equilibrium so much. Okay, scratch that, you did know. It was because he was so freaking hot, that’s what! But you were frustrated that it — he — affected you so much. You worked with Sam and Joaquín regularly and they were both very attractive men and yet you managed to keep your cool around them. So what was it about him?

When he’d come to compound on previous occasions, to share intel or just hang out, you’d found yourself acting distracted and clumsy. Your usual verbosity disappeared to be replaced with one word answers that you had to stammer out. You’d decided a few weeks back that the best thing to do when Bucky appeared was to politely excuse yourself, taking your folders and binders and maps with you to a room far, far away from the supersoldier and his piercing blue eyes. It didn’t seem to stop him from finding you, though. Every time he visited he sought you out, even if just to say good-bye before he left to do whatever it was he did now. Each and every conversation was excruciating, leaving you to wish that the ground had opened up and swallowed you.

You couldn’t even figure out why he was coming to find you. You were no-one. He had no connection to you — didn’t know you from before and didn’t work with you now. You were Sam and Joaquín’s ground support, here to help analyse intel and look for any patterns of incidents. You weren’t anybody special.

Also, just to add to your confusion and embarrassment, Joaquín, the absolute turd of a surrogate brother he was, had picked up on your discomfort and taken to teasing you about it whenever he could. Luckily both he and Sam were currently absent from the building, twirling around in the sky overhead, getting in some flight practice. It meant you could get on with you analysis in peace.

Until the entrance sensor pinged.

Your eyes flicked up to the security video screen to see who’d crossed the boundary of the compound’s land. There were no visitors expected today, but you weren’t worried though — Sam would have received the alert as well, and the fact that he wasn’t immediately on comms with you meant whoever it was probably wasn’t hostile.

The screen showed a large motorcycle heading down the drive and you immediately froze.

Bucky.

Bucky was about to arrive and the others were out and it was just you here and…

You tapped a button on the console in front of you to open the comms up.

“Uh Sam, were you expecting Sergeant Barnes, because he’s on his way in?”

“Hey, Sugar. He said he might stop by. Told him me and Joaquín would be training, but he said he’d just hang out with you and wait for us.”

You gulped. You and Bucky. Sitting here together. Talking.

No, no, no, no, no…

“Umm. Okay, Sam. Thanks. Uh. See you two in a bit, I guess.”

Disconnecting the comms, you dropped your head into your hands with a groan. What were you going to do? You were a professional, grown-up, but just being in his presence turned you into a tongue-tied teenager.

Another chime from the security monitor let you know that Bucky had now entered the building and would be in the same room as you in the next couple of minutes. A wave of panic washed over you, and you stood up sharply, your chair shooting backwards as you flapped your hands.

What to do? What to do?

With a manic gaze you looked all around the room for something – anything – that would help you escape this nightmare.

There! In the corner! The cupboard. Maybe if you hid in there Bucky would think you weren’t in the building and he’d leave?

You hurried over and pulled the door open. For a moment you froze – you’d forgotten that Sam had stashed his old, broken suits in here – but you could hear Bucky’s footsteps and your brain had already committed to this plan of action, so you shoved your way between the hanging vibranium fabric suits and pulled the door as far closed as possible behind you.

In the dark of the cupboard, your breathing sounded loud in your ears and you forced yourself to slow it down. You peered with one eye through the gap in the door and had to clap your hands over your mouth as Bucky walked in.

Fuck! He was beautiful. His jaw length hair wafted around his face and his t-shirt and jeans looked painted on. You swore you could see every individual ab on his stomach.

You watched as he looked around the room, seemingly perplexed. He strode over to your workstation and poked at your abandoned papers, before turning to look at your equally abandoned chair. He walked around it, staring at it, as though by doing so it might give up the secret of your whereabouts. Then his eyes flicked up and you swore they were momentarily locked with yours through the tiny slit in the cupboard door.

Swallowing down a squeak, you tried to push backwards into the musty and metallic smelling fabric. However, as you did so, your heel caught on something lying on the floor, probably one of Sam’s old boots and you staggered. Your hands shot out as you instinctively tried to break your fall and you grabbed at the suits, but they fell off the hangers. With an inelegant screech you fell over and the suits tumbled down on top of you.

A few seconds later, the world around you brightened, not that you could see much, what with a red white and blue suit covering your head.

“Hey, Doll. You alright there?” Bucky sounded a little amused and you were glad he couldn’t see your face.

“Yeah, I’m… uhh… just sorting out some old bits and pieces. I’m good. Really,” was your muffled reply, but internally you were shrieking to yourself. What were you saying? Really? You were trying to convince him that this was purposeful? He might technically be 108 years old, but he wasn’t stupid.

You blinked rapidly as your vibranium fabric shroud was removed from your head, and as your eyes adjusted you saw Bucky crouched in the cupboard doorway, a soft smirk on his face.

“You sure you’re not stuck in there?”

You felt the heat of embarrassment wash up your neck and you realised there really was no way of getting out of this with your dignity intact, what little there was left anyway.

“Okay, maybe I could use a little help.”

“Just a little,” Bucky repeated, holding his left hand up with the thumb and index finger a scant centimetre apart. “Come on, let’s get you outta here.” He reached out and you clasped his hand, realising this was the first time you’d ever touched each other. A quick, controlled tug and you were back on your feet and your free hand landed on his chest as you regained your balance.

“Umm, thanks,” you whispered and took a step back. However, Bucky didn’t let go of your hand and you jerked to a stop. You looked down to where he still held you and couldn’t believe that he was rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin. “Is, uh, there anything else I can help you with? Sam and Joaquín should be back soon. I could, umm, get you a cup of coffee or something?”

“Coffee would be great, Doll, but only if we go get some together.”

Your head snapped up. “What? I mean, pardon?”

Bucky grinned at you. “Come get a coffee with me. I mean, I could be wrong, but I think you might like me as much as I like you.”

“You like me?” Your voice rose in pitch with surprise.

“Uh, yeah. Quite a lot, actually,” and you saw a blush creep across his cheeks as he broke eye contact to look down at where your hands were still joined. “I thought I was making it obvious enough by always coming to find you each time I visited, but some winged ego-maniac told me that maybe I was being too subtle. And then a smaller, but similarly annoying baby-bird may have let it slip that I probably wouldn’t be turned down.”

The gears in your head started turning. “Did Sam tell you to come here today?”

Bucky looked at you from under his sinful, dark lashes. “Yeah. He said he has some things – intel – he needed to go through with me. Get my opinion.”

“Sonofa…” you muttered. “He and his boy- wonder are out flying circuits of the state, and not due back for a while. I think we’ve been set up.”

Bucky nodded at your words. “Well that explains some things. However, it doesn’t explain to me why you were hiding in the cupboard. Care to elaborate, doll-face?”

“Absolutely not. I plead the fifth.”

Bucky’s lips – those plush kissable lips – twisted in wry amusement and his eyes sparkled. “Hmm, can’t have you incriminating yourself, so I’ll let it go. This time. And only if you come for a coffee with me.”

“Are you always this pushy, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Only when I see something I want, and know that it’s mutual.” He stopped for a moment, his expression changing to one of curiosity. “It is mutual, isn’t it? Joaquín wasn’t yanking my chain?”

“You think I hide from just anybody?” You said with a chuckle. “Come on, Sergeant. You said something about coffee?”

“I did, didn’t I? Oh, and Doll..”

“Yes?”

“Call me Bucky.”

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A soft and sweet (and sleepy) sambucky for yall <3

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Sketch + transcript below!

Sam: That coffee for me?

Bucky: mm-hmm (yes)

Sam: mm mm, baby have i told you how much i love you?

Bucky: you may have mentioned it once or twice i love you too yunno

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His Whore

AN - I’ve been quiet for a bit, because I’ve been working on a long fic, but even that has stalled due to general life stuff, so I decided I’d write a bit of PWP to throw out into the universe. I asked the folks in The Little Lad Corner discord to help decide which babe would be the centre of this rough sex fantasy. Ari and Lloyd tied as winners, but I did a Lloyd PWP one shot at the beginning of the year and also decided I wanted to make it soft at the end, so I went with Ari. I hope you enjoy it.

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Relationship - Spy Ari x female reader (established relationship)

WC - 2.1k

CW - Jealousy, Angry sex, Rough sex, face fucking, choking, name calling, degradation, looks like dubcon, but is actually CNC, safe-signs mentioned, D/S undertones, after care, talking things through, miscommunication, fluff and banter.

Summary - When Ari returns late from a job, your green-eyed monster and insecurities get the better of you, leading to him teaching you a lesson the best way he knows how.

“Get me hard, slut,” he’d snarled, but you hadn’t moved, other than to briefly flash all five fingers of your right hand, before curling them tight at your side again. “The difficult way it is, then.”

The grip around your throat tightened, reducing your air flow as Ari’s hips snapped against yours from behind. Each indrawn breath was a struggled wheeze, made all the worse by the worrying of your tits from the fingers of his other hand. The only thing keeping you upright was the grip on your neck and your echoing one on his other arm.

You should have known better than to act the brat, but you’d been too mad at him, first for leaving you alone for longer than he’d said he’d be gone, and then finding out he’d been with her, to think clearly.

Ari had told you numerous times before that there was nothing going on between them, at least on his end, and if he was flirting with her — encouraging her attention — it was purely for the sake of the mission. He was a spy after all. He’d do whatever it took to get the information he needed and you’d known that fact going into this relationship with him. It didn’t stop your eyes from turning a violent shade of green every time you thought about her touching him, though.

It was also the fact that when Ari had returned two hours late, it had been with a swagger in his step and a smile on his face — the smugness of a job well done clinging to him like cologne. He hadn’t seemed to care about your anguish one iota, which had led to you losing your temper - something you were normally good at controlling. He’d barely hung up his jacket before you’d rounded on him, your hands pushing ineffectually at his solid chest. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” In those first seconds Ari appeared to be amused by your outburst. Fucker probably took it as stroke to his ego, his ‘little woman’ being jealous. If you’d left it at that — let him explain and talk you down the way he had in the past, things would probably have gone differently. However, you’d continued blindly forward, ignoring all of the warning signals. Having caught a waft of a very specific perfume you’d seen red. You’d grabbed at his chin, yanking his head this way and that, looking for any tell-tale signs of an assignation — lipstick, scratches or hickeys. You found none, which had somehow made you even more angry. “Just because you’ve been careful doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’ve been up to. I’m not stupid!”

Ari’s eyes had narrowed as he’d removed your hand from his face, holding it in a loose grip of his own. “What exactly are you accusing me of, sweetheart? Because if it’s what I think it is, I’ll remind you that we’ve had this conversation more than once before. I’ve explained what I’m doing and why, and you’ve said that you understood. You’re not the one I’m lying to here, remember?”

You’d jerked your hand away with a pointed glare. “And how do I know that, hmm? How do I know that you’re telling me the truth when you tell me you’re not lying?”

He’d pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “Sweetheart, you’re giving me a headache.” 

“Well, I’ve already got one and your behaviour might just make it permanent!” Your arms, with your hand fisted, had vibrated with rage. In fact your whole body had been suffused with it. You’d spun on your heel, intending to lock yourself in your bedroom until Ari had grovelled enough, but you hadn’t been able to hold back from making one last comment. “Go back to your girlfriend, Ari. She’s probably waiting for you with stars in her eyes, like the idiot I used to be. I’m not gonna be your bit on the side. I’m not gonna be your whore!”

From behind you there’d been a low growl, before his hands had clamped down onto your shoulders, stopping your momentum towards your sanctuary and turning you back to face him. “That’s it! If you want to think that’s how I see you, then maybe that’s how I ought to treat you.”

Using only a little more pressure, Ari had pushed you down to your knees, glaring down at you haughtily the entire time. Shifting one hand to the back of your neck, holding you immobile, he’d lowered the zipper on his slacks and roughly shoved them down past his hips. It had taken all of your willpower not to let out a moan at the way his cock had already been half hard inside his black boxer briefs. “Get me hard, slut,” he’d snarled, but you hadn’t moved, other than to briefly flash all five fingers of your right hand, before curling them tight at your side again. “The difficult way it is, then.”

The hand on your neck had then moved to hold your face, almost in a copy of the way you’d held him only a few minutes earlier, as he’d pulled himself free of his underwear. He hadn’t pumped himself the way he usually did, obviously wanting your mouth to do the important work this time. When you hadn’t opened up when he’d pressed his tip against your lips, he’d put pressure on your face, his fingers and thumb pressing on the hinge of your jaw until you could no longer keep it closed. 

As soon as there’d been enough space, Ari had shoved his cock into your mouth and you’d immediately started to gag and splutter. Luckily, he hadn’t left you like that for long, instead he’d set up a fast and brutal pace of fucking into your face, both his large hands holding onto your head and your hands holding onto his forearms in return, fingers spread. It had taken only a few thrusts for his cock to fully harden, but he’d still continued, coating himself in your saliva until it ran from your mouth in thick globs and tears rolled down your face, taking your light coating of mascara with it.

When Ari had finally pulled himself away, he’d wiped some of the murky tears from your cheek with a derisive chuckle. “Now you look more like the slut you are.” You’d tried to bite out a response, but your jaw and throat were too sore to cooperate. “And I’m not done with you yet,” he’d continued menacingly. 

Before you’d known what was happening, Ari had manhandled you down the corridor and into the bedroom. In a matter of moments he’d stripped you bare and pushed you down onto the bed. Shaking your head and trying to get your bearings, you’d watched as he’d made equally quick work of removing his own clothes, strewing them across the floor without a care. He’d quickly climbed up behind you, and when his rough hand had shoved itself between your legs, you’d realised at the same time as him how much his rough ministrations had turned you on. “Whore,” he’d mumbled in your ear, before sheathing himself inside you with one, hard thrust. The scream you’d let out had echoed around the room, and as he’d continued to fuck your pussy with the same abandon he’d fucked your face, you couldn’t manage to stay quiet.

“Fuck, sweetheart, even properly sounding like one. However, you are putting me off with all that noise. If I’m using you, it’s all about me, isn’t it?” Which is how you’d gotten to the point of being pulled flush to his chest by your throat.

Your pussy clenched around Ari’s thick cock as he drove it inside you like a piston and plucked harshly at your nipples. Your head was swimming from the reduced air flow and all the different points of sensation were driving you towards an orgasm, even if that wasn’t what your lover intended. However, in the next few moments you realised that he was proving a point. That no matter what you believed of him, he knew exactly what you needed — he knew what got you off.

Ari pulled his hand away from your breasts and with it, the only support that didn’t put pressure on your already restricted throat. Spots danced in front of your eyes and you were just about to flash your safe sign, when two things happened at once. Firstly, that now free hand of his smacked down on your wet, squelching pussy, catching the tip of your engorged clit. Secondly, he let go of your throat.

You collapsed forward as your orgasm rocked through you like a runaway train. You didn’t care about being quiet — you screamed and moaned and whimpered as you twitched around like a live butterfly pinned to a board — and through it all, Ari continued to fuck into you, his hands grasping the meat of your hips as he slammed into your spasming cunt again and again. You were aware of the loud groan from behind you, the familiar feeling of his cum flooding your insides until it spilled over, but instead of the steady, heavy weight of him curling over your back and rolling you both to the side, what you got was the empty feeling caused by him pulling away. Your eyes fluttered open and focussed enough to see him throw some crumpled bills down onto the bed in front of your face.

“There. Happy now? Used you like a whore and paid you like one too.”

For the space of five heartbeats you didn’t move — didn’t make a sound — other than a ragged wheeze as you sucked in your breaths, but then you flailed out an arm behind you. 

Searching. 

Beckoning. 

In an instant the atmosphere in the room changed. Ari’s bear-paw of a hand clasped around yours and he pressed right up beside you, pulling you onto your side and cocooning you with his huge body. His free hand stroked slowly up and down your bare body, and he pressed kisses to the back of your neck and your temple. 

“Are you alright, baby? I didn’t take it too far?” There was a tremor of worry in his voice, despite the fact the pair of you had a robust safe system. You’d flashed him your fives more than once, and nothing else lower at any other point.

“I-I’ll be al-alright in a moment,” you stuttered out. “Just n-need a few m-more minutes like this.” You snuggled back into his warm, and Ari reached to drag the comforter up and over the pair of you, before cuddling you again, humming against the back of your head. When the aftershocks had finally died away, and your brain felt like it could actually process again, you turned in his arms and cast your eyes up towards his still concerned expression.

“I’m fine, really,” you said, cupping your palm against his bearded cheek. “And I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I know you’re not cheating on me, that you’re only doing your job, but you’re my everything, and just even thinking about anyone else getting even a tiny piece of this is enough to make me see red. Then you were late home without telling me, and didn’t even seem to care.” A tear slipped unbidden from your eye as you finally revealed your vulnerability.

“Hey, none of that, sweetheart. What that woman sees is nothing like this. This is just for you — for us. What she sees, what any of them ever sees, is a façade — a dull facsimile. You’ve got all of me, now and for however long you want me. His thumb reached up and swept the errant drop of salty liquid from your cheek. “However, going back to your comment about not telling you I’d be late, can I just ask… Where’s your phone, baby-girl?”

“In the lounge, where I was waiting for you. I put it to the side while I read and watched a movie.”

“And when did you last charge said phone?”

“Well, not since…” you broke off and burrowed your face, that was now heated with embarrassment, into Ari’s chest. 

“Do you think it might have run out of charge again,” Ari sing-song-ed.

“Maaaay-be,” you conceded. It was definitely on the way out, but you’d been putting off buying a new one for the last couple of months. You peeked out at him with one eye and saw the amused twinkle in his blue eyes.

“Hhmmm, likely, I think. So next time, before you fly off the handle, maybe you could try checking? I had to sneak off to the washroom to send that message so I didn’t give the game away. If I have to do this again, I’m taking it out on your ass, as well.” To make his point all the more firmly, he gave one of your buttocks a squeeze, before dragging a calloused finger across your puckered hole.”

You gave out a little gasp at the sensation, but the little devil on your shoulder wasn’t really put off by this threat. Reaching out to the side, you scooped up the pile of bills and quickly counted them.

“Make it $300 and I might just let you…”

With a hearty laugh, Ari rolled the pair of you over until you lay over his torso like a blanket.

“Baby, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“But at least you’re not bored. Now lie still. I’m thinking I might turn you into my whore, now.”

“You’re gonna pay me with my own money though, aren’t you?”

“Shut up and kiss me, slut.”

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Sweet Spring Showers

AN: This fic is for Beanie’s Double-Trouble Sleepover #rolling into spring writing challenge. I tried to make it dark, @springdandelixn by my characters refused. Enjoy the smut instead.

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Relationship: Queen’s Handmaiden Reader x Prince Loki

Word Count: 3.5k

CW: More fluff than was intended, flirting and banter, casual sex, smut (inc Oral - f receiving, Unprotected PinV sex, fast recovery) Loki has a ‘King/God’ kink, various mentions of norse mythology.

You tripped down the palace steps into the garden, the soft fabric of your dress flowing behind you. It had been a busy morning, and you needed to take a break from your duties as one of the Queen’s maids. Spring was finally here, and the weather was now warm enough to go for walks without having to bundle up first. 

As somewhat of a free spirit, you resented the time it took in the Winter to get ready, impatient to just get on with what you wanted to do. Anything that interrupted your ideas and plans was met with a scornful look and mumbling under your breath, much to the disappointment of Queen Frigga, who still hoped you could be transformed into a proper lady. You were lucky that she liked you, or you’d have been kicked out of your position years ago.

You wound your way down the paths, entranced by the early blooming flowers, striving to cover the garden in a blanket of cover. Birds chirped, and you watched them fly to and fro with small twigs and clumps of moss as they set out to build their nests. The sun was high in the sky, and as you stepped under its rays, you felt them warm your skin. The sensation made you smile. Spring really was your favourite season, bringing with it the promise of renewal and new life.

You wandered further, away from the formal gardens and into the more natural area behind them. Thin dirt paths led in every direction, deep into the trees. You knew from experience that they led towards pergolas, follies, and love seats, places to rest and take in the beauty of nature. You decided to head towards your favourite of these places, which was also the most out of the way one. If anyone wanted to find you, to get you to carry out some tedious task, it would take them a while and give you more time to yourself.

Your movements were graceful as you half-walked, half-skipped down the track, skirts still billowing and fluttering in the breeze. You plucked the odd flower here and the odd flower there, placing them into your hair like a crown.

“Beautiful, as always, my dear.”

You let out a startled shriek and spun on your heel, only to find the grinning face and sparkling eyes of Prince Loki fixed on you. He walked out from between the trees with languid movements, a feline-like grace. It was one of the many ways he was different from his brother, Prince Thor. Light and dark. Broad and slim. Loud and quiet. Brash and considered.

You dropped into a deep curtsy, keeping your eyes trained on his black leather boots. 

“Your Highness.”

“Oh, get up, please. There’s just the two of us here, in the most informal setting ever.”

You looked up at him as you stood back up.

“Much better,” he purred. “If I ever desire you to kneel, dove, you’ll know about it.”

You raised your hand in front of your face and giggled at his implication.

“I have no doubt that you have any number of people ready to kneel for you, Highness.”

He raised his eyebrow and smirked before offering the crook of his arm towards you. You bobbed a small curtsy and, with a smile, looped your arm into his. You both started to stroll down the track, further into the woodland.

“The problem with that, dove, is that it’s boring. Where is the fun, the excitement, when everyone is willing to bend over backwards to do what you want?”

“Nice problem to have, though.” 

Loki chuckled.

“Are you telling me that you don’t have the same problem?”

It was your turn to smirk.

“Me? I’m just a maid, and you’re a prince. I won’t lie, I get my fair amount of attention, but probably nothing compared to you.”

“I fear my mother would have an aneurysm if she knew I was talking to one of her trusted servants about such improper things.”

“You’re beloved mother would roll her eyes and then quietly chastise me - I am known to be the least lady-like of her ladies.”

You let go of his arm and skipped in front of him, spinning around and throwing your arms up in the air.

“She despairs of me, but luckily, I’m her favourite. I just find it difficult to hold my tongue when someone says or does something stupid.”

Loki reached out and snagged your hand and lifted both your arms, twirling you under them.

“How could anyone tame such a nymph as you? I must say you look a lot happier out here than when I’ve seen you by my mother’s side.”

His smile was warm, and you blossomed under it like a flower beneath the sun. Most of the folk who approached you did so in hope of taking advantage of your influence with the Queen. Not that you had much - those people always imagined you had her right ear and were able to manipulate policies and treaties, which was ludicrous. The only thing you could sway was which dress and jewels she wore, and even then you’d say your success rate was less than 50%.

It was nice though, to have a conversation with someone who had no ulterior motive for being nice to you. It wasn’t as though you’d be able to help advance a member of the royal family. His tone was light and flirty, and he was exceedingly charming, and it was fun to have some harmless fun. It’s not like he was really interested. Probably just doing the same as you and escaping the stuffiness of both the palace and your individual roles.

Somehow, when you’d come back to his side, you’d ended up with his arm over your shoulder. You couldn’t say that you minded. It brought you closer to him, and you could smell the scent that was distinctly Loki; leather, sandalwood, and a perfumed musk. It was obvious that he cared for his appearance, but he didn’t primp or overdo it.

“So, is that what brings you out here, Nymph? My mother’s despair?”

“Oh no - not today, well at least not yet. I was going mad being trapped inside over Winter, so now that Spring is raising its head, I decided to venture forth and bask in her beauty.”

“Well that decision was fortuitous, as it allows me to bask in yours.”

With a giggle, you bumped your shoulder up against his side. He really was fun to be around.

“And, if I may ask, my Prince, why are you out here today?”

He squeezed your shoulder with his hand, and you were hyper-aware of the way his long, tapered fingers dug gently but firmly into your flesh. A rush of images raced through your mind, and you fought hard to squash them down.

“Anything is better than listening to my father try to teach my brother about affairs of state. While Thor is very skilled at a lot of things, diplomacy and negotiation are not his strong suites, but you didn’t hear that from me, Nymph.”

You smiled and mimed locking your lips with a key. When he smiled back and brushed your forehead with his lips, you almost expired.

“So where are we wandering too? I take it you had a destination in mind?”

Loki’s question drew you back from the meandering of your own mind.

“Oh? Yes. I quite like the little summer house that’s a bit further down the track. If the weather is inclement, it provides just the right amount of cover, but when it is nice and sunny, it provides useful shade.”

Just then, you shivered, bumps coming up on your bare arms. As you peered up through the canopy of branches above you, you saw that a rather large, grey cloud had come over.

“Oh dear. I think we might need that shelter. That’s the problem with Spring; the weather can turn so quickly.”

The moment the words left your mouth, a large raindrop landed on the end of your nose with a large ‘plop’. Then the floodgates opened. One moment it was dry, the next it felt as though someone was trying to dump a bucket of water over you. 

You screeched and with your hands over your head, ineffectually trying to keep your hair dry, you raced down the path, toward your destination. You heard Loki’s footsteps right behind you and the pair of you virtually tumbled through the wooden doors of the summer house, laughing heartily. However, you were now in the shade and with your clothes and skin sodden, you couldn’t repress your shiver of cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to warm up, only to realise that your gauzy dress had turned almost entirely see-through due to the water. The fabric clung to your legs, hips and decolletage, highlighting your soft curves, as well as causing a chill to settle deep into your skin.

You realised that Loki was no longer laughing either, and you looked toward him, only to be trapped in the green of his eyes. They drew you in as they also devoured your form. You were aware of the drumming of the rain on the sloped wooden roof of your shelter. You were aware of the gentle ‘plop’ noise as water rolled off his leathers. You were aware of the delicate movement of his fingers as he took off his emerald cape. You were aware of the beating of your heart as he stepped even closer and threw the sumptuous fabric around your shoulders, drawing you nearer. You were aware of his soft breath as it warmed your chilled lips.

“You are cold, Nymph. Will you let me warm you?”

His voice permeated your senses as if you were in a dream; warm, soft, all-encompassing. There was a tension to the air, but one as delicate as a cobweb. One wrong move, and it would all collapse, leaving virtually nothing in its wake. You took a half step closer, barely a sliver of air separating you.

“Please…” Your whispered plea had barely left you when his lips descended to yours and his arms wrapped tightly around your middle. Your own fingers slid up to his wet hair, tangling in his ebony tresses as you opened yourself to him. He was full of passion, of a strength you’d never imagined, given his usual behaviour, but it was intoxicating, pulling you under his spell.

“Your Highness! Please!” 

You breathed your plea into his mouth, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the prominent bulge in his leather trousers. His hands slid down your back, over the swell of your buttocks, to grasp at your soft thighs, lifting you with his godly strength and taking a few strides to place you down on the small couch. 

He continued to kiss you while his clever fingers dealt with the clasps of your dress, peeling the damp fabric away from your skin and exposing it to the cool air. Your nipples immediately hardened at the sensation, and then you gasped as his hands moved to your breasts, and his thumbs skimmed over the stiffened peaks.

Your own questing fingers pulled ineffectually at his clothes, the leather failing to yield to you. You both heard and felt Loki chuckle, and with a flash of his green seidr, his clothes disappeared. He pulled his lips from yours, leaning back and baring his alabaster skin to your gaze before grinning and then latching back onto the soft flesh of your neck. You moaned at the pleasure and wiggled your lower half, assisting him in fully removing your clothes. The fabric landed on the wooden floor with a wet ‘splat’, but you were now too focused on other things to care. 

Like the warmth from Loki’s lips as they trailed down your next and across your collarbone. Like how one hand rested on your thigh,  and his fingers, despite their gentle grip, felt like a brand, marking you as his. Like how the other hand rested, oh so teasingly, on your mound, his index finger toying with the thatch of curls that grew there. Things like how the muscles of his back and chest felt under your eager fingers. He may have been the slimmer of the two brothers, but he was still made of solid muscle, firm and strong.

As Loki trailed his lips down your body, you moaned and squirmed, eager to feel him more intimately.

“Patience, my Nymph. I don’t want to heat you up too fast.”

Part of you wanted to scream at him, but part of you never wanted this to end. You weren’t stupid - this was only a tryst - a way to pass the time and work out frustrations, so you wanted to commit every second to memory.

Loki’s lips on your inner thigh, his nose grazing against your folds had your back arching, your hands firmly back in his hair now. He teased you for what felt like forever, his breath warming your core and promising so much. You threw your legs over his shoulders, trying to urge him to move forward and put you out of your misery.

“Who am I to you, dove?”

His question surprised you, and you lifted your head as he lifted his eyes, full of confusion.

“Your Highness?”

His fingers started to circle your opening with a feather-like touch, and you whined.

“It’s a simple question, my dear. Who am I to you?”

“You are my Prince, your Highness.”

His lips twitched up with a wry smile as his eyes sparkled like the most priceless emeralds.

“Just a prince? Could a man who was only a prince make your heart beat like the hooves of Sleipnir running along the Bifrost? Could a prince make your cunt weep as Freyja wept when she was left alone by Óðr for months on end?

Oh!

Realisation dawn in your lust-fogged mind.

“No, a Prince could not do that. Which means you are my King, Highness. My God.”

“Yes, Nymph. That I am. And I will show you a glimpse of Vahalla.”

He lowered his head again, fastening straight onto your clit, pulling it between his lips and suckling on it. The fingers that had been teasing your entrance slipped deftly inside you, and you keened. Not only was he pleasuring you with no ulterior motive, but he was actually pleasuring you, something that the majority of your previous lovers either weren’t good at, or didn’t care about. No wonder he was nicknamed ‘Silvertongue’.

Loki’s fingers and lips explored you, learning what made you tremble and what made you cry out under him, and when you unintentionally tugged at his hair, he went where you lead, taking you towards that high heady peak, where the oxygen was thin, causing you to go dizzy before you fell off the edge, your body wracked with ecstasy. You cried out his name, over and over, the only word your mind could remember.

“There you go, dove. That’s it. You came so beautifully for me.” 

A warmth spread through you at his praise, and you opened your arms, inviting him back into your embrace. You needed to feel him near you, feel his weight on you. You longed to envelop him with your body and return the pleasure he had gifted you. He smiled impishly and crawled up your body, trailing kissing up your heated skin, and when he reached your face, he recaptured your lips, letting you taste your own release. His cock nudged your thigh, and you shifted, wordlessly encouraging him to take what he wanted from you.

Without warning, Loki flipped the pair of you, and you found yourself straddling him as his back lay against the soft couch.

“Are you ready to please your king? Fuck yourself on my cock, and make us both feel good.”

Drawing your lower lip between your teeth, you nodded with faux shyness and looked down.

And got your first proper view of his cock.

For a moment you froze, partly from concern, but mostly from want. You wanted, no needed, him inside you. You could almost imagine the delicious stretch, the immense fullness, and your cunt wept more for him at just the thought.

Your hand wrapped around him, learning him as he’d learnt you. You felt every ridge, every vein, and teased his slit with your thumb. When he let out a hiss, you smirked, feeling pride in your chest at making him lose his composure, albeit briefly.

“Norns! You are testing my patience, Nymph. Don’t keep your king waiting…”

You smiled, as mischievous as he’d been only a few minutes previously.

“Good things come to those who wait, Your Highness.”

However, despite your words, you gave in to his entreaties. You rose up on your knees and with your hand, positioned him at your entrance. You teased both of you for a moment, swirling his broad head through your wetness before, spurred on by a brief growl, you slowly let yourself sink down.

The stretch was as good as you’d imagined, and you had to bounce slowly and gently to ease him inside of you. You did so with your head thrown back, your hands holding your own breasts while Loki’s hands gripped your waist, steadying you. When your inner thighs met his hips, you moaned at how deep he was inside you. You lowered a hand to rest on his firm chest, steadying yourself.

“You are definitely a God, Highness. No Prince, no mere mortal, could fill me like this.” His eyes flashed with triumphant amusement, pleasure at you indulging his whims.

Slowly, you rose up, letting him slide from the clutch of your cunt until only the tip remained, teasing your sensitive entrance, before sliding back down to feel him fully again. You repeated the movement, and while your intention was to make it last, the feeling was too intoxicating, and within moments you were riding him fast and hard.

Loki didn’t seem to mind though - if his expression was anything to go by when you glimpsed it from between your hooded eyelids, he was greatly enjoying your abandon. The hands on your waist tightened, and you hoped he would leave marks, so you would have a physical reminder of this encounter for even longer.

With each upwards movement of your body, his thick cock stroked over your walls, and with each counter-movement, his tip nudged over that spot inside you, and the neat thatch of hair at his base scratched wonderfully over your engorged clit. You could feel your orgasm approaching once more, and your movements became more frantic.

When Loki sat up, pulling you to him and burying his head in your chest to suckle on your breasts, you were done for. The pleasure barreled into you, knocking you back off that cliff edge, leaving you a trembling and mewling mess in his strong arms. The world tilted once again, and you felt the soft sofa fabric at your back before your entire focus became how Loki was now rutting into you with hard, feral strokes, chasing his own high. With a shout, he threw his head back, and you saw the veins in his neck pulse in time with his cock that was buried deep inside you.

For a moment, you had an unobstructed view of his torso, and you took the chance to memorise every part that you could see, before he dropped back down, smiling and panting, hips still flush to yours, prolonging the intimacy for as long as possible.

You wound your arms around his neck and smiled back. Coils of his damp hair slid over his shoulder, and a water droplet rolled down a strand to land on your collarbone with a soft ‘splat’. Loki looked at the small puddle on your skin as if becoming aware of both your soaked states for the first time.

“I should fix that.”

Another flash of green and you were both dry. Loki’s hair was now fluffed up around his shoulders. Turning your head towards the sodden pile that was your dress, you saw to your amazement that it was now perfectly dry and neatly folded. You looked back at the Prince and raised an eyebrow.

“Did you just dry us and our clothes off with your magic? Why didn’t you do that earlier?”

He grinned, his expression somewhat sheepish.

“Wouldn’t have been nearly romantic if I had, would it?”

You laughed, unintentionally clenching down on where he was still encompassed by your soft heat. In response, Loki moaned and gave a tentative thrust. 

“Again, Highness? Already?” You were both shocked and aroused by his quick recovery.

“Well, I am a God, Nymph.”

His lips captured yours once more as the spring rain continued to fall outside.

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Can you draw Lucky, Liho, and Alpine with their respective owners (Clint, Nat, Bucky) ???

Also every time you draw Clint a dog gets a slice of pizza (that’s how good you are)

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Hidden Affections

AN: Thanks for the prompt, @buckyys-babydoll. I hope you enjoy this bit of fluff with a big dollop of embarrassment and mutual pining.

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Summary: You get tongue-tied around Bucky, which is inconvenient when you work with Sam and Joaquín. When he comes to the compound unannounced when you’re the only one there, you only have once course of action available — hide!

Relationship: Bucky x Reader (gender not specified but Sam calls you Sugar and Bucky calls you Doll and doll-face)

Word count: 1.6k

CW: Mild angst, fluff, unrequited crush (or is it?), embarrassment.

You didn’t know what it was about Bucky Barnes that upset your equilibrium so much. Okay, scratch that, you did know. It was because he was so freaking hot, that’s what! But you were frustrated that it — he — affected you so much. You worked with Sam and Joaquín regularly and they were both very attractive men and yet you managed to keep your cool around them. So what was it about him?

When he’d come to compound on previous occasions, to share intel or just hang out, you’d found yourself acting distracted and clumsy. Your usual verbosity disappeared to be replaced with one word answers that you had to stammer out. You’d decided a few weeks back that the best thing to do when Bucky appeared was to politely excuse yourself, taking your folders and binders and maps with you to a room far, far away from the supersoldier and his piercing blue eyes. It didn’t seem to stop him from finding you, though. Every time he visited he sought you out, even if just to say good-bye before he left to do whatever it was he did now. Each and every conversation was excruciating, leaving you to wish that the ground had opened up and swallowed you.

You couldn’t even figure out why he was coming to find you. You were no-one. He had no connection to you — didn’t know you from before and didn’t work with you now. You were Sam and Joaquín’s ground support, here to help analyse intel and look for any patterns of incidents. You weren’t anybody special.

Also, just to add to your confusion and embarrassment, Joaquín, the absolute turd of a surrogate brother he was, had picked up on your discomfort and taken to teasing you about it whenever he could. Luckily both he and Sam were currently absent from the building, twirling around in the sky overhead, getting in some flight practice. It meant you could get on with you analysis in peace.

Until the entrance sensor pinged.

Your eyes flicked up to the security video screen to see who’d crossed the boundary of the compound’s land. There were no visitors expected today, but you weren’t worried though — Sam would have received the alert as well, and the fact that he wasn’t immediately on comms with you meant whoever it was probably wasn’t hostile.

The screen showed a large motorcycle heading down the drive and you immediately froze.

Bucky.

Bucky was about to arrive and the others were out and it was just you here and…

You tapped a button on the console in front of you to open the comms up.

“Uh Sam, were you expecting Sergeant Barnes, because he’s on his way in?”

“Hey, Sugar. He said he might stop by. Told him me and Joaquín would be training, but he said he’d just hang out with you and wait for us.”

You gulped. You and Bucky. Sitting here together. Talking.

No, no, no, no, no…

“Umm. Okay, Sam. Thanks. Uh. See you two in a bit, I guess.”

Disconnecting the comms, you dropped your head into your hands with a groan. What were you going to do? You were a professional, grown-up, but just being in his presence turned you into a tongue-tied teenager.

Another chime from the security monitor let you know that Bucky had now entered the building and would be in the same room as you in the next couple of minutes. A wave of panic washed over you, and you stood up sharply, your chair shooting backwards as you flapped your hands.

What to do? What to do?

With a manic gaze you looked all around the room for something – anything – that would help you escape this nightmare.

There! In the corner! The cupboard. Maybe if you hid in there Bucky would think you weren’t in the building and he’d leave?

You hurried over and pulled the door open. For a moment you froze – you’d forgotten that Sam had stashed his old, broken suits in here – but you could hear Bucky’s footsteps and your brain had already committed to this plan of action, so you shoved your way between the hanging vibranium fabric suits and pulled the door as far closed as possible behind you.

In the dark of the cupboard, your breathing sounded loud in your ears and you forced yourself to slow it down. You peered with one eye through the gap in the door and had to clap your hands over your mouth as Bucky walked in.

Fuck! He was beautiful. His jaw length hair wafted around his face and his t-shirt and jeans looked painted on. You swore you could see every individual ab on his stomach.

You watched as he looked around the room, seemingly perplexed. He strode over to your workstation and poked at your abandoned papers, before turning to look at your equally abandoned chair. He walked around it, staring at it, as though by doing so it might give up the secret of your whereabouts. Then his eyes flicked up and you swore they were momentarily locked with yours through the tiny slit in the cupboard door.

Swallowing down a squeak, you tried to push backwards into the musty and metallic smelling fabric. However, as you did so, your heel caught on something lying on the floor, probably one of Sam’s old boots and you staggered. Your hands shot out as you instinctively tried to break your fall and you grabbed at the suits, but they fell off the hangers. With an inelegant screech you fell over and the suits tumbled down on top of you.

A few seconds later, the world around you brightened, not that you could see much, what with a red white and blue suit covering your head.

“Hey, Doll. You alright there?” Bucky sounded a little amused and you were glad he couldn’t see your face.

“Yeah, I’m… uhh… just sorting out some old bits and pieces. I’m good. Really,” was your muffled reply, but internally you were shrieking to yourself. What were you saying? Really? You were trying to convince him that this was purposeful? He might technically be 108 years old, but he wasn’t stupid.

You blinked rapidly as your vibranium fabric shroud was removed from your head, and as your eyes adjusted you saw Bucky crouched in the cupboard doorway, a soft smirk on his face.

“You sure you’re not stuck in there?”

You felt the heat of embarrassment wash up your neck and you realised there really was no way of getting out of this with your dignity intact, what little there was left anyway.

“Okay, maybe I could use a little help.”

“Just a little,” Bucky repeated, holding his left hand up with the thumb and index finger a scant centimetre apart. “Come on, let’s get you outta here.” He reached out and you clasped his hand, realising this was the first time you’d ever touched each other. A quick, controlled tug and you were back on your feet and your free hand landed on his chest as you regained your balance.

“Umm, thanks,” you whispered and took a step back. However, Bucky didn’t let go of your hand and you jerked to a stop. You looked down to where he still held you and couldn’t believe that he was rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin. “Is, uh, there anything else I can help you with? Sam and Joaquín should be back soon. I could, umm, get you a cup of coffee or something?”

“Coffee would be great, Doll, but only if we go get some together.”

Your head snapped up. “What? I mean, pardon?”

Bucky grinned at you. “Come get a coffee with me. I mean, I could be wrong, but I think you might like me as much as I like you.”

“You like me?” Your voice rose in pitch with surprise.

“Uh, yeah. Quite a lot, actually,” and you saw a blush creep across his cheeks as he broke eye contact to look down at where your hands were still joined. “I thought I was making it obvious enough by always coming to find you each time I visited, but some winged ego-maniac told me that maybe I was being too subtle. And then a smaller, but similarly annoying baby-bird may have let it slip that I probably wouldn’t be turned down.”

The gears in your head started turning. “Did Sam tell you to come here today?”

Bucky looked at you from under his sinful, dark lashes. “Yeah. He said he has some things – intel – he needed to go through with me. Get my opinion.”

“Sonofa…” you muttered. “He and his boy- wonder are out flying circuits of the state, and not due back for a while. I think we’ve been set up.”

Bucky nodded at your words. “Well that explains some things. However, it doesn’t explain to me why you were hiding in the cupboard. Care to elaborate, doll-face?”

“Absolutely not. I plead the fifth.”

Bucky’s lips – those plush kissable lips – twisted in wry amusement and his eyes sparkled. “Hmm, can’t have you incriminating yourself, so I’ll let it go. This time. And only if you come for a coffee with me.”

“Are you always this pushy, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Only when I see something I want, and know that it’s mutual.” He stopped for a moment, his expression changing to one of curiosity. “It is mutual, isn’t it? Joaquín wasn’t yanking my chain?”

“You think I hide from just anybody?” You said with a chuckle. “Come on, Sergeant. You said something about coffee?”

“I did, didn’t I? Oh, and Doll..”

“Yes?”

“Call me Bucky.”

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Finders Keepers - Chapter One

AN: Hey guys - I’m back with my first x Reader story in a few months and of course it’s Bucky. I hope you enjoy this multi-chapter futuristic adventure story, where some elements are complete rip-offs of other sci-fi franchises, lol

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Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Chapter word count: 2k

Chapter CW: Cyberpunk/Futuristic AU, Bucky being a dick, Reader has a prosthetic lower leg, world-building, mild angst, minor background PepperRhony.

Chapter 1 - Bucky fucking Barnes

April - 2206

“What are you doing here, dollface?”

You looked up, from where you were sprawled inelegantly on the floor after your fall, into the masked face of your worst enemy. Bucky Barnes.

He stood over you, pointing his stunner in the direction of your chest. It was menacing, but you knew that, at least at this moment in time, he didn’t actually mean it. You batted the weapon to the side with your hand and stood up, scowling at him the whole while.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m carrying out a Find for someone. What else?”

His ice blue eyes narrowed, but he holstered his stunner and you felt the last of your trepidation disappear. The neon lights from the buildings at the other end of the alley bounced off the plains of his face, highlighting his strong jaw and high cheekbones, despite the half mask he wore.

“Well, sweetheart, I think that you seem to be in my territory.”

You scoffed. “So what if I am, Buck-o? I’m a small potato in this business. Hardly a threat to your vast empire.”

Bucky stepped closer, the rainbow of lights shifting and illuminating the blue-black of his left arm, and unconsciously you wiggled the metallic toes of your right leg inside your boot.

“I didn’t get my vast empire by letting folk like you muscle in. You got something to find for someone, you do it elsewhere. That’s always been my rule and I’m not about to become a bleeding heart now, especially for you.”

You bent down, picked up your backpack and slung it back over your shoulder. “Heaven forbid that the great Bucky Barnes do something that benefits someone else, even if it doesn’t inconvenience him. But don’t get your panties in a wad - I didn’t find what I was after, anyway. See you never, Barnes.” 

Without waiting for him to respond, you turned your back on him and walked out of the alley into the bright lights of downtown, heading towards home. You weren’t stupid enough to head directly there though. You took a circuitous route, stopping at the Spectrum for a drink and to check for a tail. After thirty minutes of nursing the luminous concoction you’d ordered and people watching, you decided it was safe enough.

You doubled back the way you’d come, and ducked into an apartment complex in one of the most rundown areas of the city. As you jogged up the stairs you waved and smiled back at the other occupants you saw. Most knew who you were and what you did. People with skills like yours were invaluable. Reaching the top floor you walked past all of the apartment doors until you got to the small supply closet at the far end. Pressing your thumb to the padlock that was on the door until it clicked open, you entered the small space.

You’d done your best with your humble abode. There was a small cot to sleep on, a covered bucket for waste, a large bowl to wash in and then an array of handmade shelves taking up the rest of the space. These shelves were packed with high nutrient rations, the meagre possessions from your childhood and all the Finds you’d picked up because you knew someone would want them sooner or later; an intermix injector for a Mk 2 flyer, a converter for a top of the range holovision and various other easy to transport items. 

Was your accommodation legal? No, but you knew no-one in the building was going to rat you out to the mostly absent landlord. You did your share for the immediate community you lived with. Some folk were nice enough to let you use their washing facilities and in return you reimbursed them with any spare credits you had, or offered them discounts on your Finder’s fees for anything they might need to get hold of.

As you closed the door behind you, you let your backpack drop onto your bed, and locked yourself in. You then sat down and pulled out the Personal Access Display Device that, contrary to what you’d told Barnes, you’d managed to scavenge from one of the heaps on the edge of his territory. You couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face at the fact that you’d managed to best him. It was just a shame that you hadn’t gotten in and out without him noticing. 

Your smile disappeared and your brow furrowed as your thoughts returned to the embarrassment of getting caught like that. Barnes had startled you, and in the dark you hadn’t seen who it was, so you’d run. You recalled the sounds of the heavy footsteps chasing you and the jolt of fear you’d felt. Fear that had then been tinged with dismay when a projectile hit your back. It didn’t do much damage, thanks to your backpack and leather jacket, but it had knocked you off your stride and you’d gone down, only to roll over and look up into his annoying face.

Snorting at the recent memory, you decided to put Barnes from your mind for the rest of the night. You pulled your mini HV out from under your cot and, after switching it on, hopped through the stations until you found one playing your favourite, trashy soap opera. The actors roamed around in front of you, and you smiled at their antics. 

With your entertainment sorted, you reached up onto one of the shelves and grabbed a random savoury ration pack. The text on the side of the silver packaging proclaimed that it was some sort of vegetable curry. You pressed the clicker on the side of the pouch to heat it up and while you waited you got out your tool kit. There was no point handing off the PADD if it didn’t work. You wouldn’t be able to build your reputation that way.

You spent your evening tinkering, laughing at the show and trying not to grimace at your dinner. But you were happy. You didn’t have a lot, but it was yours and still a lot more than some folks had. And when you went to sleep it was with a smile on your face, knowing you’d pulled one over Bucky Barnes.

You woke in the morning to the chiming from your personal comms device. You rolled over with a groan, stretching out your hand with your eyes still closed, until your fingers came into contact with the thin plastic. You cradled it to your chest for a few moments as you woke up the rest of your body, your eyes finally opening and working well enough to bring everything into focus. You brought up your messages and were overjoyed to find that you had a new commission. Someone wanted you to find a Fustan Convertor and you knew just where to find one. First, though, you had to get up, and deliver your Find from last night. That would mean credits and therefore some food that didn’t come out of a foil pouch. You’d managed to grab a shower yesterday, so today you’d settle with a strip wash. 

You sat up on your bed and swung both your legs - all one and half of them - over the edge,and shucked your sleep clothes. Your body started to pre-emptively shiver as you dipped your washcloth into your bowl of cold water and wrung it out. You started with the most delicate areas first - your face and then your stump.

You’d long come to terms with your limb difference, the result of an accident when you were a teenager, and were glad that you lived in a time when most folk had access to prosthetics that could easily give you back all the abilities of a flesh and blood limb. And it wasn’t just lost limbs either; people who’d lost their eye-sight could gain some semblance of vision back with the latest technology, and the deaf could get cochlear replacements. What hadn’t changed though was the cost of such things, and you knew that paying for your prosthetic was what had bankrupted your family, and why you were living where you were now.

With your ablutions dealt with, it was time to put your leg back on. First was the sensor net that plugged into nerve ports on your thigh and also covered your stump. It transferred signals to your prosthetic once you had it in place and stopped any rubbing against your skin. As always, there were a few moments of calibration, where you had to wiggle your toes and rotate your ankle, making sure everything was properly connected. Then it was time to get dressed and head out.

You carefully placed the PADD in your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, before unlocking your door, exiting and then re-locking it. You jogged down the stairs, in a good mood, and pushed through the exterior door out onto the street, pulling the hood of your coat over your head to protect from the seemingly permanent drizzle that misted over the city. 

It was only a couple of stops on the grav-train to get to your client’s lodgings, and you completed your transaction with a smile, the PADD handed off for those all important credits. Your next stop was breakfast. 

As you travelled back the way you’d come, your thoughts turned to the man that made your life a lot harder than it needed to be. When you’d first crossed paths with Bucky Barnes, having only heard the odd snippet about him, you’d hoped that you’d be able to make an alliance or at least a mutual understanding. That had all gone out of the airlock before you’d barely had a chance to open your mouth. He’d been immediately combative and rude, telling you to leave his territory, the unspoken threat of what would happen if you didn’t, hanging in the air between you.

You’d resolved then and there to make yourself just as well known as him, if not more, in this business, and if while doing that you trod on his toes, all the better. The guy thought he was the big ‘I am’, and deserved to be taken down a peg or two. No-one in your shared socio-economic bracket could realistically manage on their own for very long - partnerships were the way of the world.

The grav-train swayed to a stop and you walked up the steps and up into the dim light of daytime. You could just about make out the shapes of personal transport vehicles zipping through the sky above the fog that hung at the lowest levels of the city. You’d used them every so often when you were younger, but not enough for you to lose your fascination with them. The memories were hazy now, though. All that remained was the feeling of absolute freedom, and how quiet and clean it was up in the sky. However, for now, you’d just have to rely on your two mismatched feet, and the odd ride on public transport. It was therefore with those two feet that you made your way down the street towards your favourite diner, skipping around the puddles of suspicious liquids, and avoiding the pickpockets. 

Despite the daylight hours, Potts’ Diner was still brightly lit, the sign attached to the roof flashing, like a signal beacon. Luckily, there was nothing nefarious going on with the owners, Mr & Mrs & Mr Potts, unless you counted the time they attempted to add fish tacos to the menu - that had not been a good few days. 

When you’d first moved to the area, when it was clear you had to find a way of supporting yourself, this diner had been one of the first places you’d come. You’d been here before several times as a child, brought along by your parents for a treat. Mrs Potts and Mr James Potts were always so gentle and kind, and their husband, Mr Tony Potts, was always making you laugh and smile with his antics.

You jogged up the diner steps and the door whooshed open, the electronic rendering of a bell chiming as you stepped through, letting the three of them know that a new patron had arrived. You flashed a smile at Pepper as you passed where she was standing behind the counter and gestured towards your normal booth. She responded with a nod, before turning back to the customer she was currently serving. You slid into the booth, and took off your backpack and coat, stretching your legs out under the table. Your right leg whirred as the pressure on it was reduced and it went through a recalibration cycle.

You were just pondering whether to change up your usual order for one of James Potts’ specials, when a shadow fell across you. You looked up and gasped in surprise as the looming body bent down and slid onto the bench seat opposite you.

“Hey, doll. Fancy seeing you here.”

Bucky fucking Barnes.

Chapter two

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