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BBB Weeks 32 & 33 Roundup!

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Title: Purrfect First Date Creator(s): BBDB2H Link: ao3 Square: C1 - Pet Rock Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Warnings: none Major tags: Modern AU, First Date, Flirting, College AU Summary: It’s sappy, it’s sweet, and it’s everything Bucky wants on a first date with Steve. Word count/format: 832

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Title: The Last Thing You'd Expect Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: U4 - Board Games Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes & Mr Knight Warnings: no archive warnings apply, Major tags: Gun, Mr Knight&BuckyBarnes Summary: Bucky was asked to infiltrate the Midnight Mission and capture Mr Knight after learning how sometimes crazy Marc Spector can be and how dangerous he is. The last thing he expected was a mostly lucid Mr Knight sitting around waiting for him. He’s sorry for his part in beating up the avengers, and expresses it with the first thing at hand. The first board game he picks up from a stack of old board games that the house presents. Looks like there’s going to have to be a choice. Play the game or fight Mr Knight in the craziest of all haunted houses. Word count/format: art

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Title: Gone But Not Forgotten Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: K4 - Support Group Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ gender neutral reader Warnings: Loss of a pet Major tags: cats Summary: Bucky struggles with the loss of a furry friend. He finds somewhere he can go to cope with his sorrows where he meets others going through the same thing. Word count/format: 1383

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Title: Sam dragging Bucky on social media - Part 4 Creator(s): rebelmeg Link: tumblr Square: Y2 - online interactions Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky & Sam Warnings: none Major tags: social media post, photo edit, humor Summary: The arm travels a bit farther this time. Word count/format: N/A

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Title: Sit Still Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: Y4 - Metal Arm Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Tony Warnings: N/A Major tags: Fluff Summary: Tony tries to get Bucky to sit still for an arm tune-up Word count/format: Moodboard + 242 word ficlet

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Title: cold blade of silver, his eyes they burn so wild Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: tumblr Square: Y2 - Kink: Arm Kink Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Zemo Warnings: N/a Major tags: Unresolved Sexual Tension, slight Knife Play Summary: Helmut Zemo just wants a fresh shave, and conveniently enough, he happens to be stuck with someone who’s very good with blades. Word count/format: 1271

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Title: Starvation (Chapter 1) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: B3 - Sam Wilson/Falcon Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Sam Wilson Warnings: N/A Major tags: Sex Pollen, Masturbation, Dirty Talk Summary: When he’d been given the news that Bucky had been dosed with something in a Hydra bunker, Sam had immediately thought of all the disastrous things it could’ve been. An aphrodisiac hadn’t been on that list. Word count/format: 1306

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Title: hey now you're an all star (Chapter 1) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: U4 - AU: Hockey Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Steve Rogers Warnings: Eating Disorder, Anxiety, Depression, Alcohol Abuse, Past Psychological Abuse Major tags: Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Pining, Found Family, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: Boston Bruins trade notorious party animal/human disaster Bucky Barnes to the Dallas Stars, and captain Steve Rogers is not impressed when Fury puts him on babysitting duties. But, as he gets to know Bucky - really gets to know Bucky - he wonders if maybe the media has got it all wrong - very, very wrong. Word count/format: 3418

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Title: 32557038 Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: C5 - Dyin' Ain't so Bad Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky x Steve Rogers Warnings: Torture, Blood, Poisoning, Prisoner of War, Vomiting Major tags: AZZANO, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, Whump Summary: A glimpse into Bucky's time in captivity after Azzano. Word count/format: 1573

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Title: 5 Times Bucky's "kindergarten teacher" Side Made an Appearance Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: C4 - Kink: Brat Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Steve Warnings: N/A Major tags: Violence, Spanking Summary: "Let me get this straight,” Sam says with a skeptical look. “Hydra made the Winter Soldier an underground kindergarten teacher?” Or, how Bucky is terrifying even when living out nursery rhymes. Come to read this super not serious fic, stay for the amazing art from Kay. Word count/format: 2438

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Title: Starvation (Chapter 2) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: K4 - Kink: Held Down Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Sam Warnings: N/A Major tags: Sex Pollen, Deepthroating, Top Bucky Summary: When he’d been given the news that Bucky had been dosed with something in a Hydra bunker, Sam had immediately thought of all the disastrous things it could’ve been. An aphrodisiac hadn’t been on that list. Word count/format: 1901

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Title: Starvation (Chapter 3) Creator(s): (HR)tftcw Link: ao3 Square: K2 - Falcon Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky x Torres x Sam Warnings: N/A Major tags: Top Bucky, Threesome, Accidental Voyeurism Summary: When he’d been given the news that Bucky had been dosed with something in a Hydra bunker, Sam had immediately thought of all the disastrous things it could’ve been. An aphrodisiac hadn’t been on that list. Word count/format: 2077

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Title: Clint will do anything for that date, even be a Landscaper Creator(s): Rufferto Link: tumblr Square: B5 - Fix It Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/Clint, Winterhawk Warnings: Alternate Universe, No Powers, Disabled Character Major tags: Disabled Character Summary: Clint accidentally gets himself roped into fixing the landscaping of his new neighbors to spite the Home Owners Association. Fixing it isn’t the problem, Clint can learn! The problem is he actually went there to date Bucky. Georgette the bulldog is a minor but very important character and must be included. Word count/format: art for an already written story on a03

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Title: The Not so Secret Admirer - Chapter 3: Cuddles & Fluff Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: U1 - Fluff Rating: Mature Ship(s): Jame “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis Warnings: set up, secretiveness, No Nut November, sexual frustration, man tiddies Major tags: Avenger Tower, Canon divergence, Idiots in love, secret admirer, Jane is not awake yet, matchmaking, snowed in, Steve is relaxed, cuddling for warmth, fluff Summary: Bucky and Darcy woke up together after the power went out. Bucky’s room got cold while they slept. He had to build a fire before he could warm Darcy’s nose again with his manly tiddies. Word count/format: 1071

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Title: Midnight Ventures Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: B2 - December 16, 1991 Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/ Gender neutral reader Warnings: mild angst Major tags: Sleepwalking Summary: With the anniversary of the death of Tony’s parent, Bucky’s guilt manifests itself in a new way Word count/format: 1303

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Title: Snowball Fight - A Dating Trouble Two Shot - Chapter 2: Sweaters and Hot Chocolate Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: Y4 - Zombie Rating: Teen Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Warnings: polyamory, feelings, insecure Steve Major tags: Alternative Universe, Coffee Shop AU, Single Parent AU, No Power AU, snowball fight, Steve’s daughter Maggie, ugly Christmas sweaters, Hot Chocolate, Zombie fleas Summary: After an epic indoor snowball fight, Steve, Maggie, Bucky, and Darcy were about to have Hot Chocolate. The choice in ugly Christmas sweaters evokes feelings in Steve. He was not prepared for them, but Bucky and Darcy were there to help him. Word count/format: 1304

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Title: One Night in Asgard - Chapter 4: I was a Cat Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: B3 - Changed into an Animal (swapped, formerly Angst) Rating: Teen Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes&Darcy Lewis, James “Bucky” Barnes/Loki Warnings: accidental marriage, turned into an animal Major tags: Bucky is married to Loki, Cat Bucky, Loki turned Bucky into a cat Summary: Bucky met up with Darcy after their marriages. Bucky told Darcy something that had her surprised. Word count/format: 100

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Title: One Night in Asgard - Chapter 5: How I Became a Cat Creator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: Y5 - Animal Transformation Rating: Teen Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Loki Warnings: accidental marriage, turned into an animal Major tags: Bucky is married to Loki, Cat Bucky, Loki turned Bucky into a cat Summary: Bucky did something Loki didn’t like and got turned into an animal. Word count/format: 100

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Title: The Assignment (Chapter 6) Creator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: K1 - Kink: Aftercare Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: Sexual content, touch starved Major tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe – Bodyguard, Sexual Content, Age Difference, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Alcoholic Tony Stark , Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Forbidden Love, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Bratty Tony Stark, Lust at First Sight, Dirty Talk, References to Drugs, Bad Boy Tony Stark, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Light Spanking, Past Child Abuse Summary: Tony and Bucky's morning together brings them closer than ever until Steve calls to check in on Bucky's progress with Tony. Not one to be ignored, Tony takes matters into his own hands in proving to Bucky that he is the one that deserves Bucky's full attention. Armed and determined to recapture Bucky's focus, Tony pulls forth all the stops in a seduction attempt that leads to a surprising morning set on changing everything for Tony in ways he never anticipated moving forward. Word count/format: 10845

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Title: A Twist on Game Night Creator(s): LBibliophile Link: tumblr Square: Y2 - Poker night Rating: Gen Ship(s): Avengers team Warnings: na Major tags: Avengers family, Game Night, competitive!everyone, drabble Summary: The Avengers get a little too caught up in their latest Game Night challenge. Word count/format: 100

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Title: A Marked Improvement Creator(s): newtypeshadow Link: ao3 Square: U3 - AU: Royalty Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Knives, Severed Heads Major tags: Soulmates AU, Royalty AU, Assassins & Hitmen, Banter, Meet Ugly Summary: The knife flinched away from Tony's throat. "Fuck," the assassin spat, sheathing it with frustration. "We can't kill him. He's our soulmate." Word count/format: 2713

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Title: Do You Believe In Dragons? Creator(s): newtypeshadow Link: ao3 Square: C2 - Mythological Creatures Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: N/A Major tags: Drabble, Mythological Creatures, Established Relationship Summary: "There's no such thing as dragons," Bucky told Tony. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Bon Appetit Creator(s): lillywillow Link: tumblr Square: B5 - Takeout/ Pizza Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky/ Platonic Reader Warnings: None Major tags: Takeout Pizza Summary: After every team mission, it became a tradition to get takeout for everyone. Word count/format: 972

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Title: Alpine's Second Christmas (chapter 1) Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: K1 - Alpine Rating: Gen Ship(s): Stucky Warnings: N/A Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: Soulmates: AU: coffee shops; write!bucky; alpine Summary: Writer!Bucky has writer's block; Alpine helps. Word count/format: 694

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Title: Alpine's Second Christmas (Chapter 2) Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: Y1 - Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Ship(s): Stucky Warnings: n/a Major tags: AU: no powers; AU: Soulmates: AU: coffee shops; write!bucky; alpine Summary: Bucky and Steve trim their tree; Alpine helps. Word count/format: 725

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Title: The Red Woods Creator(s): startrekkingaroundasgard Link: tumblr Square: U2 - Fae Rating: Teen Ship(s): N/A Warnings: mind control Major tags: fae, fairytales, au, moodboard, graphic, edit, drabble Summary: Wandering through the Red Woods one day, Bucky came upon a trail of mushrooms... Word count/format: 150

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Title: Road Trip Creator(s): startrekkingaroundasgard Link: tumblr Square: Y4 - Road Trip Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Reader Warnings: gun mention, assassination mention Major tags: moodboard, graphic, edit, drabble, roadtrip, colleagues to lovers, romantic relationship Summary: Days alone on the twisting highway and secluded back roads provided the perfect chance to take the next step in your relationship with Bucky. Word count/format: 93 + moodboard

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Title: Home Again (Chapter 24) Creator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: C3 - Free Square Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Warnings: Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury Major tags: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie)Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Summary: The team prepares for the Power Broker's auction as everyone is feeling the tension ahead of them. Bucky shares a conversation with Yelena before the team arrives in Madripoor and they are given their assignments on the road to finding the truth in what happened to Tony. Word count/format: 11125

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Title: Ace Nat Creator(s): nolanfa Link: tumblr Square: C1 - asexuality Rating: Gen Ship(s): Natasha Romanoff & Bucky Barnes Warnings: N/A Major tags: asexuality Summary: Nat and Bucky chilling Word count/format: 1 digital art (still image) + 444 words

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Title: Borrowing Trouble - Chapter 2 Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: B2 - Funeral Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Tony Warnings: Fake Dating, Grief/mourning Major tags: Modern No Powers AU, University AU, Roommates, Fake Dating, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bucky POV Summary: Tony’s offer to accompany Bucky to his grandmother’s funeral as his fake boyfriend is both generous and dangerous. Word count/format: 1204

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Title: Reaching an Understanding Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: Adopted - Peggy Carter Rating: Gen Ship(s): Bucky & Peggy Warnings: none Major tags: CA:TFA Compliant, Missing Scene, POV Peggy Summary: The morning after Peggy's failed attempt to get Steve to dance with her, Sergeant Barnes comes looking for her to provide his perspective on the evening. They have what turns out to be an informative conversation. Word count/format: 665

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Title: Rules for the Fallen (chapter 2) Creator(s): WC_ItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: K5 - Murder Strut Rating: Teen Ship(s): None Warnings: body modification, assassins Major tags: AU: Star Wars; body modification, Arc Reactor, Assassins, canon-typical violence Summary: Do you remember, back during the Clone Wars, when Kenobi and Skywalker had to stop Maul from stealing those kids Word count/format: 949

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Title: Missed You Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: B5 - Missing You Rating: Mature Ship(s): Bucky/Wanda Warnings: groping Major tags: heavy make-out session, groping, intimate touches, just fluff Summary: Bucky's home after a long mission. Word count/format: 568

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Title: Card Sharks Creator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: K1 - Thighs Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky/Steve/Natasha/Sam Warnings: gambling Major tags: Drabble, Strip Poker, Polyamory Negotiations, Pre-Slash Summary: In retrospect, Bucky realized that playing strip poker with his teammates had been a huge mistake. Word count/format: 100

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Title: Fanfic Creator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: C4 - Ghosting Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: Semi-Public Sex Major tags: Captain America Steve/Modern Bucky, Post Avengers 2012, Bottom Steve, Steve and the 21st Century, Sex Shop Owner Bucky Summary: Steve's sitting at the bar of a nightclub, sipping his drink, when he spots a man on the dance floor. His night turns out a little different than he expected. Word count/format: 5150

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Title: Fanfic Creator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: B3 - Takeout/Pizza Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: N/A Major tags: Captain America Steve/Modern Bucky, Post Avengers 2012, Bottom Steve, Steve and the 21st Century, Sex Shop Owner Bucky Summary: Steve goes to Bucky's place and they chat while eating takeout, though the food eventually goes cold due to distractions. Word count/format: 2430

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Title: Fanfic Creator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: C3 - Free Space Rating: Explicit Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Warnings: N/A Major tags: Captain America Steve/Modern Bucky, Post Avengers 2012, Bottom Steve, Steve and the 21st Century, Sex Shop Owner Bucky Summary: Steve and Bucky get to know each other intimately. Word count/format: 3130

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Title: Chapter Seven Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: Y1 - Smell Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x OFC!Constance Warnings: n/a Major tags: fantasy dreaming, bickering, insinuated pining, swearing Summary: Constance wakes up with a hangover and Bucky makes her breakfast as the two try to decide how to handle what happened the night before Word count/format: 3445

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Title: Meet Me in the Pines Creator(s): ruckystarnes Link: tumblr Square: U3 - Medieval/Fantasy Rating: Teen Ship(s): Bucky Barnes x OFC Warnings: none Major tags: kisses, fluff Summary: Maeve gives James a note to meet her in the forest once dark has fallen. Word count/format: 2975

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moize · 3 years

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It’s 2021 people. Get it together. (P.S. Atp I copy, and rewrite them 🤷🏾‍♀️ [never share or claim as my own])

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diamond-coral · 3 years

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A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke.

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview. Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes.

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?”

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #thor x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark!sam wilson #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky x reader #dark!tony stark #dark!natasha x reader #dark!sam wilson x reader #dark!thor #dark!steve smut

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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The Office

pairings: MULTIPLE! steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader, frank castle x reader, MAYBE natasha romanoff x reader, wanda maximoff x reader, pietro maximoff x reader, carol danvers x reader. the last 4 are still maybes so lmk if u want them included and i’ll consider it more!

warnings: eventual SMUT, ummm i guess like innocence kink? office relationships, workplace relationships. these are very umbrella warnings, this is like the pilot episode of this series.

summary: through your parents connections with steve, you’re offered a job at his company. upon meeting your coworkers, there are more perks to the job than you may think…

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“There’s so many people to remember,” You sigh nervously as Steve walks you back into his office.

You just got done being introduced to everyone, so the worst part of your first day was already over. But now you felt a little overwhelmed at how many people you’d just met. In your head, you assumed there’d only be about 20 people. No, there were about 50. All different jobs and titles.

“Don’t worry, even I forget their names sometimes.” Steve places a reassuring hand to your lower back as he ushers through the doors of his office. It was comforting to know that Steve would be your boss for the foreseeable future. He had been friends with your parents for as long as you could remember and didn’t hesitate to offer you a job under his management when he heard you were desperately looking for one.

You weren’t even sure how he managed to find you a spot on his team since it seemed as though they couldn’t possibly need anyone else. You knew the company, Stark Industries, was fairly renowned in the business world, but still. I mean, you were just the offices assistant. You’re definitely not complaining, but you wouldn’t dismiss the idea that Steve just invented your role specifically for you, rather than actively having been searching for one.

Again, definitely not complaining. You’re actually beyond grateful for Steve. Without this job, you don’t know what you’d be doing.

Steve would’ve found a million and one positions for you at the company if it meant getting to see you everyday. You in your tight skirt and blouse almost made him drop to his knees if it weren’t for the fact that he had a considerable amount of self control.

“Alright, first order of business, photocopy and staple 50 of these for me.” He hands you 3 sheets of paper, “New company policies that need to be signed off and handed to HR.”

You nod in comprehension, “Which is Wanda.”

“Attagirl, look at you go.” He praises and you can’t help but blush, “If you need any help, you know where to find me.”

With that, you exited his office and made your way to the photocopier. The second you stepped out of his office, however, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous without him. The stares of your new coworkers didn’t exactly help, even if they offered small, genuine smiles.

As you reached the photocopier, you paused momentarily, realising you had no idea how to work the damn thing. God, people are gonna think you’re so stupid. And there’s no way in hell you could bother Steve about this. Oh no, time to panic.

“Need some help?” An unfamiliar voice speaks up behind you.

You turn to face the man, a somewhat familiar face from when Steve introduced you. James, you believe his name is. You remember thinking how cute he was when you first saw him. He had a nice facial structure and the slicked back hair just looked so clean.

Embarrassingly stumbling over your words, you feel heat rise to your cheeks, “I don’t know how to photocopy.” You feel like such an idiot the second the words leave your lips. You also found that you practically whispered it so that no one else would hear, “I don’t think I should bother Mr. Rogers about it.”

Bucky has to hide his smirk at your referral to Steve. Mr. Rogers. Lucky fuck. He tries his best to offer a genuine, comforting smile and gently takes the pieces of paper from you, “It’s pretty easy.” He opens up the copier, “Just shove it in there and press the button, plus 50, press the button again…” You nod along to his instructions, the copies of paper coming out of the side of the machine, “Piece o’ cake.”

“Thank you.” You sigh in relief, “Mr. Barnes, right?”

This time, Bucky can’t help the small chuckle that leaves his lips, “Everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Am I allowed to call you that?” You ask, teasingly… but innocently teasing.

“Of course, dolly.”

“Well, thank you for your help, Bucky.”

You were left to yourself as the rest of the copies printed. It took a while for all 150 pages to print out, but you kinda liked the noise the machine made. Plus, the paper came out all warm once it was printed.

You made it back to your small, cozy desk in the corner of the office. The desk was definitely smaller than everyone else’s, but you didn’t mind at all. Like you said, it was cozy and it had cute plants in it, a funky computer and a phone! You hadn’t used the phone yet, and you doubted anyone would ever need to call you, but you couldn’t wait to use it.

You created a kind of system to efficiently staple the documents together. Despite the efficiency, by the end of it, your hand cramped badly from your hold on the stapler. You flicked through each bundle to ensure that all the documents were distributed correctly before handing them out to everyone.

You tried not to bother everyone as they worked, placing the form on their desk and, depending on whether they were on the phone or not, briefly told them ‘new company policies’. You didn’t have to explain that they needed to be signed by today because of the bold print on the header of the page that said ‘Must be signed by the end of the working day.’

After handing them out to everyone in the office however, you furrowed your brows at the 10 extra copies leftover. You were certain you printed the right amount and you even did a subtle sweep to make sure you handed one out to everyone.

You thought about asking Bucky for help, but he was on a phone call when you went to approach him.

So, nervously, you sought out Steve. You don’t know why you were so nervous. It was just Steve. But the possibility that you just made a mistake, wasting paper, was scary. What if he got mad at you? You were given a simple job and you still managed to stuff it up.

His door was left ajar, and when you looked through the gap, you saw he wasn’t occupied. You still knocked on the wood, however, “Excuse me, Mr. Rogers?” You pushed the door open a little further as he turned his attention to you now, smiling softly at the sight of you, “There’s a few copies left over, but I printed the right amount and everyone got one…” You explained tentatively, heart rate picking up as he looks from the slightly heavy stack of forms, to your apprehensive expression.

“Oh, those go downstairs to the warehouse.” He stands from his seat, tone of voice completely unfazed by your ‘mistake’. It now seemed as if it was his own mistake for forgetting to mention to you that there was a warehouse, “It’s best if I come with you, it can be a little daunting down there.” He says, a hand finding it’s way to your back and guiding you out of the office.

“Okay,” You nod, following him through the office and into the elevator.

“Sorry about your desk by the way, I know it’s a little small and isolated.” He chuckles a little, but you shake your head.

“Oh! It’s fine.” You assure him, “Let’s me do stuff without anyone looking.” You joke. But Steve’s mind wanders to dirty thoughts. He knows your intentions with that were purely innocent, probably only referring to playing solitaire on your computer or online shopping. But he couldn’t help think about the idea of you doing… other things when no one was looking. Your blindingly perfect smile breaks him out of his thoughts and back to the present moment, “Kidding.”

“So you’re gonna be a trouble maker in my office, huh?” Steve decides to entertain your suddenly playful attitude, basking in the alone time the two of you have. Steve knows he can’t let his personal connections with you outside of work interfere with how he treats you inside of work. But what harm is a little fun?

“Of course not, Mr. Rogers.” You innocently bat your eyelashes up at him, biting your lip as a means to contain your smile.

Steve could’ve nutted in his slacks right then and there. Not only from your expression, but by the way you addressed him.

“You know you can just call me Steve, right?” He smiles, like Bucky, finding humour in the way you addressed him so professionally, “As much as I like the formality, no one else really calls me that so why should you have to?”

You blink up at him, tilting your head a little with a hum, “To boost your ego?” You let go of your lip to let out a small laugh and Steve can’t help but raise a brow at your sudden playful attitude. Also, slightly offended, even though he knows your joking.

“Okay, just because I said to drop the formality doesn’t mean you can bully me.” He shakes his head jokingly.

At that moment, the elevator doors open up to a large warehouse. There’s some loud music playing as burly men operate heavy machinery that beeps just as loud as the music.

“This way, sweetheart.” You can’t help but notice the way Steve feels threateningly closer to you. To be completely honest though, with the men on this floor, you rather prefer to be close to Steve at this moment. He leads you to a more developed side of the warehouse. It looks much like Steve’s office, the double doors leading into a seemingly soundproof room as the moment the doors shut behind you, it’s much less of a headache, “Frank,”

Your attention is drawn to the man that sits at the mahogany desk at the end of the room. It’s just as fancy as Steve’s office as well and if the man himself didn’t intimidate you enough, the room surely did.

“Rogers,” He puts down his pen, standing out of his chair and rounding the desk to now sit on the edge, “Always a pleasant surprise.”

Steve smiles curtly before gesturing to you, “This is Y/N, our new assistant upstairs.” Steve tenses up at the way Frank eyes you up and down so openly. At least Bucky was discrete about it.

You offer a friendly smile, trying your best to hide your anxiousness as you step forward and shake his rather large hand that practically engulfs your own. But he’s surprisingly gentle, as if aware that he could most likely crush all the bones in your hand if he truly wanted to.

“Nice to meet you, angel.” He speaks and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He’s soft spoken- despite his gruff voice, “Temp?”

“Uh, no. Family friends.” Steve answers for you. You miss it completely, too enamoured by the assortment of memorabilia around Franks office to notice the exchange of looks between Steve and Frank… “Anyway, Y/N, this is Frank Castle, he manages the warehouse. Bunch of hooligans, but he’s the best one for the job.”

Frank scoffs at the little joke, before nodding to you, “These the new policies?”

He holds out his hand for you to hand them over and you do so rather… obediently. At least that’s how Frank would describe it. He winks at you once you hand them over and enjoys the way your cheeks turn a light peach.

“Yeah. Hand them out, sign ‘em off. Y/N will come by and collect them by the end of the day.” You feel Steve hand find it’s way back to your lower back and it’s as if he knows exactly when to comfort you at all time. Ghee, maybe you’re not that good at hiding your emotions after all.

They both exchange understanding nods before Steve is heading for the door.

“Nice meeting you, Frank.” You smile politely, your fear of the man slowly fading away.

“Yeah, you too sweetheart.” He winks once more.

Once you exit through the door Steve’s holding open for you, you let out another breath you didn’t know you were holding. Even though you weren’t as scared anymore, there was just that tenseness in the air, it was like suffocating.

“He scares me a little.” You tell Steve as you both walk back to the elevator.

He laughs a little, pressing the up button of the elevator before stepping back to you, “Really?” You nod, with furrowed brows looking up at him, “He’s not so bad.” Steve shrugs.

He’d have to keep an eye on Frank. Wouldn’t want him- or anyone for that matter, scaring you off now.

Steve had given you a few more tasks to complete since then. Each one somewhat more difficult the last, mostly because you didn’t know what you were doing, but Bucky seemed to always be around for help. You were also quickly getting familiar with the actual office space itself, so you felt much more comfortable walking around the place and looking for things.

Just as you finished up creating an office calendar of all the events, meetings and due dates put in place so far, a familiar red head approached you at your desk.

“Hey,” She smiles, resting her chin on her folded forearms on top of your partition. You smile up at her but before you can even say hi back, she’s speaking again, “I notice we have the same lunch break time, so did you wanna come get lunch with me?”

Your face lights up at her offer. Its gonna sound stupid but you were so worried about your lunch break. You didn’t want to sit alone like some loser, but you literally had no friends as of yet. And Bucky’s break was like an hour after yours and Steve’s had already passed. That really only left Frank, but you doubted he’d even want to have lunch with you.

“Yeah, sure!” You beam up at her and she flashes a pearly white smile.

You grab your purse from under your desk and make sure you’ve saved the work on your computer before following her to the elevator.

She takes you across the road to Starbucks and you both sit down at a table after you’ve ordered. You have a 30 minute break so you have more than enough time to talk and eat.

You engage in a little small talk. She asks you about your connection to Steve and your previous jobs.

“Forgive me, you’re in accounting right?” You ask her and she nods with a hum.

“I’m good with the numbers.” She confirms.

“I’m trying to remember everyone’s names and roles. There’s just so many of you.”

“You’ll remember soon enough.” She smiles softly, taking a sip of her coffee.

Though she intimidated you at first (what’s new?), you quickly opened up to Natasha. She gave you this older sister vibe, or a trustworthy aunt, or a likeable step mom. You felt like you could tell her anything and she’d give you the best advice in return without judgement.

After you lunch break, the clock seemed to quickly hit 5. You think you did pretty well with all the work you were assigned, yet you still had all those forms to collect. Some coworkers were proactive enough to hand them to you before you could collect them so that was nice.

But you still had at least 45 to still collect, so by the time it hit 4:45, you quickly made your rounds. Everyone had them on hand when you had come by, though some people still had to cross some T’s and dot some I’s, “Oh, you forgot to sign here as well.”

You straightened out the pile in your arms so that they weren’t a complete mess and slowly made your way down to the warehouse. You didn’t bother Steve to come with you, he had a meeting with the big, big boss, Tony- who you were yet to meet. A perk to your desk being so hidden away, you don’t think he even knew you were here.

So you made the trek down to the warehouse yourself. How bad could it be?

The music that had been playing when you first came down had quietened now- still playing but much quieter than the first time. You knew some of the men would work late into the night, around 9pm to ensure that orders were shipped out and stock was correct. You respected it, you’re certain it wasn’t easy working down here.

You made your way over to the office, cursing your heels for the way they clicked loudly against concrete floor, making a few men turn their attention towards you.

You knocked on the door to Franks office, “Mr. Castle?” You weren’t sure how strict he was on formalities, something told you he was like everyone else and preferred you to call him by his first name, but you didn’t want to risk it. Not with him.

You hear a muffled, ‘Come in’ which prompts you to open the door and step inside. “Hey Doll,” He smiles up at you, standing up and reaching for the stack of forms that sit at the edge of his desk, “All signed and ready to go.” He approaches you before you can approach him, and God, the way he towers over you almost makes you want to cower into the ground.

“Thank you.” You take the stack from him and place it on top of the ones from upstairs. In your peripheral, you see him remaining in his position in front of you, causing you to look up at him cautiously as he smiles down at you softly.

“How was your first day?” He asks, rather gently and you’re so genuinely confused on how you feel about this man.

“It was good. Everyone’s really nice and, I guess it’s a lot easier when you know the boss.” You shrug with a small laugh. You weren’t lying in the slightest, you had a really good first day- as good as first days can be. And it was most likely because of your connection to Steve.

“Well, you let me know if anyones causing you any trouble.” He nods, and it’s strange how he can make an offer sound threatening, “I could always use an assistant down here, but Steve won’t give me one.”

You just huff out a nervous laugh, shrugging your shoulders, “I’m happy to share myself around.”

You’re too enamoured by his smile to see his eyes darken at your comment. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip as he slowly nods, “Glad to hear it.” You smile sheepishly in response, “You have a good night. Hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You bid your goodbye and retreat from his office. This time around, despite not having Steve at your side, you found the room breathable. You didn’t hold your breath at all. Maybe you totally overthought Franks personality. He seemed like a nice guy, just with a very hard exterior.

Nonetheless, you made your way back up to the office. It was quickly clearing out as it just about hit 5:00. You quickly went to your desk and sorted the pile of forms in alphabetical order. You weren’t sure if you needed to, but it felt like the cherry on top of your shift. One last good deed, maybe it’ll do you good later on.

You quickly made your way to the annex, ignoring the way your feet ached in your heels. Push through, you told yourself. Your shift had basically finished and soon you would be home in your nice warm bed. Just deliver these forms to Human Resources and you’ll be on your merry way home.

“Hey Wanda,” You greeted and she spun around in her chair with a bright smile on her face, “I have all of the forms for you. All signed and I put them in alphabetical order if that helps.”

“Oh my God, you’re an angel. Thank you.” She took the forms from you and looked at you like you just saved her life. She put the stack of paper aside before spinning back around to you, “Not bad for your first day… I’ll be sure to put in a good word.”

“Thank you,” You smile bashfully, twiddling with your fingers in front of you, “Well, you have a good night.”

You almost skipped back to your desk. The office had basically emptied completely now, the only person left was Maria at reception and Steve in his office.

You grabbed all your things, making sure that everything was the way you found it and that it would be easy for the cleaning ladies to vacuum.

After you exited your little cubicle, you head for Steve’s office. The conference room was now empty, indicating that the meeting he was having with Tony was over and that he was most likely back in his office.

You poke your head into the room and smile to yourself when you see him packing up his things. As you step inside, he finally looks up, a bright smile overtaking his features at the sight of you.

“Wanna quit yet?” He asks jokingly, but you’re sure he does actually want to hear your first impression of the job.

“I actually like it a lot.” You tell him, “Hopefully I haven’t jinxed it, but it’s actually really fun working here.”

He seems pleased enough with your answer and shuts his briefcase.

“Come on, I’ll walk you down.”

As you walk out into the hallway, you catch sight of the heavy rain that’s falling outside of the window.

“Oh no, it’s raining.” You stop in your tracks, staring out the window at the dark cloud that hovers over the city, “Do you have a spare umbrella by any chance?”

“You’re walking home?” He asks, concern laced in his tone.

“Yeah, it’s not that far-“

“I’ll drive you.” He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

“Are you sure?” You ask. It wasn’t that much of a big deal, it was only a bit of water. Sure, car would be nice but if you just had an umbrella you’d be set, “I could just buy an umbrella from the convenience store.”

He just shakes his head, “Perks of the job.”

You reluctantly take up his offer. Your feet were pretty sore and you would think of the ride as a little treat for your hard work today. You just hoped none of your coworkers would see and think anything of it.

That would be weird, right?

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a/n: OKAY i kno it seems boring rn but i have many plans for it that i’m just gonna test out and if it turns to shit then i’ll just delete it and we’ll never speak of it again

#bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #bucky barnes #steve x y/n #steve x you #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #wanda x you #wanda maximoff

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foxgloveprincess · 2 years

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A Love To Call My Own

Pairing: Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) x Female Reader [First Person Narrator]

Word Count: 8K

Summary: Nothing is better than your life with Steve and Bucky. Through all the little obstacles that come your way, you always end up in the same spot—together.

Warnings: Monster AU (Naga Bucky and Minotaur Steve, Monsters x Human Romance), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Bad Parental Relationships (with Father), Skin Shedding (snake skin), Mild Sexual Content (Making Out, Light Petting, Light Biting), Cursing, Idiots in Love, Clubbing, Jealousy, Mild Possessiveness, POV Shifts (fourth section in Bucky’s and fifth section in Steve’s), Marriage, Traditions/Rituals, so much Romantic Fluff. Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Part 3 for It’s A Game of Give and Take and You Just Have To Wait cause I just needed some more of my monster boys. This is my own little monster universe that I’ve created and I hope you enjoy it.

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I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. I cross-post to my own AO3 account.

Title from “Can’t Hurry Love” by The Supremes

This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Enjoy!

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age, thank you!

It starts with Bucky turning away, walking through the doors and boarding a plane. Steve leaves the next morning. And I’m left alone. An empty apartment. Too quiet and too big.

They call me when they get a chance, between panels at Steve’s conference and Bucky’s pitch meetings. And I trudge along, going to work and returning back home, sleeping on the couch wrapped up in a bundle of blankets.

“Wish you coulda come with me, li’l one,” Steve mutters over the line, hand running over his glamour and a beige hotel wall in the background. His head tips back and hits it with a dull thud.

“Yeah,” I whisper with a reluctant grin, finger tracing over the line of his jaw, “but there’s not much need for HR at a marketing and branding conference.”

“Not much need for me here, either,” Steve grumbles, glancing off screen with a furrowed brow. He huffs an aggravated breath through his nostrils, turning back to cast an apologetic smile my way. “I gotta go, li’l star. I love you.”

“Love you,” I murmur back, a watery smile stretching my lips as the call ends and the silence descends once again.

Pushing up from the couch, my pile of blankets fall toward my feet, unsatisfactory for what I need. Despite the weight and the textures, they still can’t replace Steve’s soft warmth or Bucky’s wrapping embrace.

The TV flickers on with a touch of a button, Netflix a welcome distraction in the early morning hours. I don’t even glance at the time on my phone, knowing I’m awake far too early to get ready for work. Exhaustion tugs at my eyelids, but even if I try, sleep will not take me under again. And I can’t regret the moment of comfort Steve’s call bestowed.

An hour passes, maybe two, and my alarm blares from the arm of the couch. I tap the screen and stand, stretching my sore back muscles and traipsing into our nesting room with a jaw-cracking yawn.

My morning routine passes in monotony, mechanical and lackluster without morning kisses and playful pets as I try to concentrate. I dress, pack my lunch, grab a quick breakfast to-go, and take out my travel mug.

The ping of my phone catches my attention, a sweet “Good morning, sugar plum!” greeting me from Bucky. My tea brews on the counter as I scroll through loving gifs to send back, far too tired to formulate a legitimate response.

If either have noticed my overabundant use of reaction images in the past few days, they’ve said nothing. Probably happy to receive an abbreviated response they can check between their work duties. But I know. Each day spiraling the drain until they get back.

I sigh, head tilting on my neck, craning from one side to the other, eyes closed for a brief moment. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with a cleansing breath before blowing out through my parted lips.

Another day.

Walking to the door, I hype myself up, ready to face the challenges work is sure to throw at me. Yearning can wait until I’m safely tucked into my makeshift bed again before it comes back out to play.

Halfway through the day, my phone pings again. My spirits brighten for just a brief second before I catch a glimpse of the text preview.

In an instant, everything crumbles beneath me. Every ounce of reserved energy sapped in the blink of an eye. My heart plummets toward my toes.

Hey sweetheart! It’s been a long time. I’m in town and would love to take you out to dinner and catch up. :-)

So simple. So ordinary. But it torpedoes any semblance of productivity or emotional well-being. As if a text from my father could do anything less.

My teeth grit, swallowing down my frustration and upset. Work is not the place for an outburst. Just keep it together, keep it together, keep it together. A mantra that scrapes me through the day by the skin of my teeth.

“So they were saying that our blue prints could go into production within the month if we’re willing to negotiate,” Bucky preens, gushing about his superb meeting with the head of a huge tech conglomerate.

Steve makes a noise of approval, his lips spread in a proud smile. But I can’t even manage a twitch of my lips, mind lost to rumination over the unanswered text sitting on my phone. Not even when both of them found a sweet little nugget of time to have a joined face call. Even then, I can’t stop thinking about how to respond to my father. If I even want to.

“Sugar?” Bucky asks, voice low and concerned.

“Hm?” My lips buzz with the noise, eyes unbroken in their focus on my phone sitting on the couch arm. My teeth pick at the dead skin on my lips, pulling and tugging even when it stings.

“Is everything okay?” Steve asks, just as soft and dripping with worry.

I blink and turn my attention to my tablet screen. A grimace pulls at my lips, but I bite it back.

“I’m fine.”

From the way Steve’s brow furrows and Bucky’s jaw ticks, I know they don’t believe it.

I clear my throat and shift in my seat. “My dad texted me, ya know? I was just thinking about how I should respond.” The words stick in my throat, falling out meeker than I intend.

Silence settles between us, Steve’s shoulders rolling, a scowl etched onto his face. Bucky grits his teeth, biting back a hiss I still hear. Their eyes flick toward the corner of their screens, appeasing the instinct to exchange a glance with each other before returning their attentions to me.

My hand waves in front of my face, a vain attempt to waylay their worry and bat away the tears pooling in my eyes. I sniff, shoulders shrugging before I mutter, “It’s no big deal—”

“You asked him not to contact you again,” Bucky interrupts, enunciating each syllable with venom.

“He doesn’t listen,” I scoff, looking away from their penetrating eyes. “I’ll just delete it. It’s fine.” My lips press together, regret churning my stomach. With a sigh and shake of my head, I turn back to my boyfriends. “I’m sorry. I think I just need to get some sleep.”

A smile struggles to pull up the corners of my lips. They wobble and fall. My eyes focus on the patterned wallpaper behind Bucky’s head, trying my hardest to downplay my pain, heart raw and blistered in my chest.

Steve’s lips part, words left unspoken when he changes his mind. Instead, he says, “I love you, li’l one.”

“Please take care of yourself,” Bucky adds, leaning forward in his seat, looking as though he’s prepared to reach straight through the screen and wrap around me.

A small grin spreads across my lips. “Of course,” I agree with a nod. “I love you both so much and I’ll talk to you later.”

They echo my loving sentiments before my finger finds the button to end the call, hand raised in a wave before the screen goes black.

I sigh, head falling to rest against the back of the couch. My eyes close, body slumping on the cushions, curling up and wrapping my blankets around me until they block out everything.

Sleep falls heavy and deep and fraught.

A rustle awakens me. My head pokes out from beneath the blankets to catch sight of my phone and illuminate the time. 3:07 AM. I groan—a quiet, grumpy grumble. Shifting my hips, I attempt to turn over and find sleep once again.

But. I can’t.

Confusion chases sleep far away. Peeking further from my cocoon of blankets, I glance around. Dim light from the entryway illuminates part of the room, enough to make out the lumpy figure situating himself atop me.

“Bucky?” I question with a croak, reaching out and expecting the figment of my imagination to vanish.

Instead, my hand finds the coolness of his scales.

“Sugar plum,” he whispers, voice tight and pained.

Startled by his tone, I push up under his weight—or at least attempt to—eyes scanning him for injury before they glance around the room, looking for his luggage.

“What’s wrong?”

“Have you been sleeping out here since we left?”

The deep voice startles me, heart leaping in my chest. Gaze jumping to the hallway, Steve stands, arms crossed, backlit by the light of our bedroom.

My lips part, ready to defend myself, but the only statement that leaves me is, “The nest was too big without you both.”

The minotaur strides over, burly arms open wide, scooping me up from the couch as Bucky follows, gathering the blankets in his arms to redistribute in the nest.

“But your meetings and conference,” I protest, glancing between the two of them as they walk back toward our room.

“You needed us.” Bucky shrugs.

My mouth shuts, silenced by the sincerity and rigidity of his statement. Heart full, near to bursting in my chest, I wrap my arms around Steve’s neck. Even as he descends to place me in the nest and release me, my grip remains firm.

“Will you both just hold me for a little while?”

There’s no response, but later in the day, when the sun sits high in the sky, I wake again, still ensconced between them. Spirits brighter, cherished and safe.

The ping on my phone alerts me to the time of the year. So I watch. Looking for the signs—the itching, the discomfort, the stretching. All pointing to one thing. And then I find Bucky on the couch one morning, body writhing and face scrunching in discomfort.

Before taking one step further into the room, I spin on my heel to grab the small basket sitting at the top of the linen closet which holds all the supplies I will need. When I return, his eyes flash toward me, wide and pleading with a quiet desperation. An understanding smile spreads my lips.

“You know I’ve always got you, B,” I coo, setting the basket on the table and sitting close.

His arms wrap around my waist, clinging to me while I unfold a towel and lay out a special bottle of lotion, a box of gloves, and tweezers. He hums, a sibilant murmur against my skin. I bite back a giggle. The gloves slip on, snapping into place.

My fingers brush over his forehead. Careful, comforting strokes to calm his mind. I press a kiss to his cheek and turn back to pump a small bit of lotion on the latex of the gloves.

“Spread out for me, Buck,” I instruct, voice low and gentle.

He sighs, stretching his long body over the sofa. His tail dangles over the arm, pooling on the floor and stretching across the rug. His eyes close, a shuddering sigh spilling over his lips as I reposition, finding the patches of dried skin peeling at his waist where skin meets scales.

“Are you ready?” I ask, glancing up to catch his eye.

He nods. I press one more kiss to his hip and begin.

It’s a slow process, peeling away the dead layer of snakeskin to reveal the new underneath. A little tedious. But, oh, so rewarding.

Bucky struggles to remain still, rolling beneath my touch and mewling as each new sensitive sliver is exposed. It’s soothing, for both of us. Rolling away the dead skin in a long swath toward the end of his tail. The intimacy of the act binding us together. His vulnerability and my tenderness.

I remember the first time he asked for my help, three months after we met, a study session interrupted by his discomfort. It was the first time he’d shed away from home without his family to help him. It took all my patience and concentration, terrified of hurting him. But he’d thanked me so profusely, it had struck my heart and left us tied together—cementing our blossoming friendship.

By now I’m a seasoned professional. Only a handful of times since that first where I’ve been unavailable for his shedding.

It dawns on me, a quarter of the way past his hips. “I should call Steve so he can hurry back from his run,” I propose with an encouraging quirk of my brow, “He might wanna be here for this—help out.”

“I like when you do it,” Bucky retorts, almost before I finish my thought.

I hum, head tilting, looking to the naga for elucidation.

“He—” Bucky pauses and shifts, hissing in delight as my hands stop to rest on newly exposed scales for a moment to prevent ripping while I’m distracted. “This makes him nervous. Nearly passed out when I asked for his help when we first started dating.”

“Oh,” I mutter, recalling my recusal once Steve moved in—for all of three months before Bucky begged me and I was powerless to deny him. “I didn’t realize that.”

“You’re always gentle and I don’t want to make Steve uncomfortable.” Bucky’s chin dips toward his chest, cheeks tinting with the slightest pink blush.

“And you know I’m always happy to help,” I reply, loving hands skimming up toward his hips. I scoot forward, close enough to brush our lips together. “And, now, there are so many perks to the job.” My eyebrows waggle in playful innuendo.

Bucky smiles, his hands reaching to cradle my cheeks, claws tickling my skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Just this.”

He slants his lips over mine, deepening the kiss with a flick of his tongue. I smile against his mouth and return his ardor, letting him bask in my affection. Only pulling away when my lungs scream for air. His teeth nip at my jaw, chuckling while I giggle and draw away, returning to my task.

“How long?” I inquire, voice dropped to a shy whisper. My eyes flick up, darting away again when they catch Bucky’s gaze.

He stays silent for an elongated moment, groaning when my hands pull away a particularly sensitive section of dead skin along his belly scales, “Probably since the first time I talked to you.”

My hands freeze. “Really?” The word bursts past my lips, cheeks heating at the realization. My gaze drifts toward his scars, tears pricking at the back of my eyes. “You were still dating Ophelia then, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he sighs with a sad shake of his head. “You made me realize I wanted more. That I deserved more—better than whatever she gave me.”

A response refuses to form in my mind or on my tongue, struck speechless by his declaration. I had never realized—never would have guessed. I work in silence, mind perseverating on his statement.

His head tilts back as I come to the end, the tip of his tail sensitive and quivering. Delicate fingers strip away the last of the dead skin, the whole coil of his tail removed in one pass.

The cool slide of lotion over his scales allows my thoughts to solidify with each caress of my hands. And the sounds Bucky makes, titillating and tantalizing tumbling off his tongue—I’m a goner. My eyes flick to his lips, parted on heavy breaths.

Discarding my gloves in haste, snapping the latex until it rips, I surge forward, capturing his lips with mine. My fingers weave into his hair, scratching at his scalp and clinging to him. He gasps into my mouth in surprise, melting into my kiss and moaning. I swallow each delicious sound, satiated by the heady thrum of each against my lips.

When our closeness proves insufficient, I move, straddling his tail and sighing as it wraps up in the couch behind and around me.

Bucky’s palms find my cheeks, warm and tender. He pulls away, keeping me still when I try to follow the retreat of his lips. His thumbs brush across my skin, swiping away the tears spilling from my eyes.

“I love you,” I warble, voice thick in my throat.

“I love you too, my sweet sugar plum.” Bucky leans forward, pressing a kiss to each of my eyelids as they close for him. A kiss to my cheeks, my forehead, my chin—until I laugh at his antics and wipe away the rest of my tears.

His hands fall to my waist and my shoulders, cradling me close for a while, ensnaring me entirely in the warm weight of his body.

“Steve,” I ask, elongating the syllable of his name in my curiosity, “what’re you doing?”

The minotaur huffs a breath, tongue clicking in dissatisfaction at the bowl in his hands. He doesn’t even glance over his shoulder, grumbling something explicit before glancing over at the tablet resting on the recipe stand. A slimy finger reaches over, illuminating the screen, a recipe staring back at him.

Approaching from behind, I glance at the instructions, brows raising toward my hairline as I see the decadent confection and the accompanying directions. Looking a little advanced, even for me. My hands brush up his shoulder blades, wrapping gently over his chest and pressing my face into his fur.

“Stevie, I love you, but you know you’re not supposed to use the kitchen unsupervised after the Christmas cookie kerfuffle,” I coo, stroking my hands over the fur under his apron.

Steve puffs an agitated noise, surely rolling his eyes at my comment before glancing over his shoulder at me. Finally. My head tilts up, a cheeky smile spreading over my lips.

“I can help you, if you want?”

His brow furrows, thoughts flashing across his gaze, a debate over accepting my offer. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I want to do it myself,” he mutters, glancing at the recipe before looking at me from the corner of his eye. “Make something special for you and Bucky for our first anniversary all together.”

My heart melts in my chest, warmth and affection flooding my veins. I nod, pecking a kiss to his back and smoothing my hand down over his stomach.

“Li’l one,” he lows, hand clenching tight on the bowl in his hand before it sets on the counter with a clatter, “you’re gonna distract me if you keep that up.”

A noise squeaks out from between my lips. Fingers freezing in their place, resting over his lower abdomen. “Sorry,” I blurt, retracting my hand.

“Sorry, my ass,” Steve grits, twisting around and grabbing my face in his sticky hands.

He bends, stealing my breath with his fervent kiss. I hum and surrender, basking in his devotion. A saccharine taste sits on his thick tongue as it plunges past my lips. I hum, a pleased sound disappearing into his mouth. He grunts and moans, pushing deeper, demanding more. My fingers weave into the fur on his arms, holding myself steady. My knees wobble beneath me, sinking into the decadence of his kiss.

Steve steps forward, his hands snaking down to my waist, cradling me in his firm grip. And I can’t bring myself to care about possible stains on my clothes or the sticky mess that’ll become of us. He lifts me, swallowing my gasp, and spins.

My rear finds the counter, just beside his workspace, his body caging me in until he surrounds me. I whine, hands dancing across his flesh feeling the softness of his fur and legs wrapping around his narrow waist. I drag him closer, eliminating the very thought of space between us.

“Steve,” I sigh into his mouth, dragging a needed breath into my lungs.

“Yes?” he murmurs, lips traveling along the length of my throat, sucking and nibbling at the skin.

My mind blanks, struggling to find the words which had just moments ago sat on my tongue. My chest heaves, brushing against his. Blinking, I try to recapture my thought, drifting away as the seconds tick by. With my silence, Steve pauses. He straightens, leveling our gazes and cupping my neck in his warm palms.

“What do you need, li’l star?” His words, soft and deep tingle in the back of my mind. A delightful itch scratched by his timbre.

I inhale once, twice. Pounding pulse calming to a stable cadence, I smile and brush my nose against his in an affectionate caress.

“I love you.”

His eyes soften, a slow smile spreading across his lips before he leans close and presses a sweet kiss to my cheek. My heart flutters in my chest.

“I love you, too.”

His grip loosens on my body, though he stays close. We breathe each other in—touching, tasting—drowning ourselves in the intimacy until we’re satisfied.

“You should probably get back to your dessert,” I suggest with a laugh, glancing at the half made batter.

He grunts, lips seeking one last delightful kiss, before returning to his bowl. I remain with him—seated on the counter, wrapped around his side while he follows the recipe. If a suggestion leaves my lips to improve his form or prevent a mistake, he only smirks and follows the direction, stealing a peek at me from the corner of his eye or perhaps another peck from my lips.

The dessert makes it way into the oven, the time it takes baking spent exchanging kisses and caresses, ears half listening for the timer, but lost in our own little world. And that night, when the three of us sit around the table, feeding each other bites of sweetness and grinning at each other like idiots in love, it’s the best thing we’ve ever tasted.

Watching her enjoy herself is the best way to pass time. The lights flicker overhead, music thumping through the air. And she’s in the center, glowing like a beacon and dancing to the beat.

Steve sits beside me, his thick arm wrapped around my waist, my tail wrapped around his leg. Head resting on his shoulder, his voice thrums through me, a vibration that soothes when others agitate. The song changes, a softer, sensual beat. My muscles relax. Steve presses a kiss to my crown.

Sam returns to our large cushioned seating area, a smug smile on his face. “You know, they said you forgot to register when you came in tonight.”

“That’s not possible, of course I did.” My brows pinch, ire building in my chest. The glare darkening my features doesn’t faze the man in the slightest, his body leaning back on a cushioned chair and smile secure on his lips.

“Or you were too caught up in love,” Sam posits, a suggestive wink sent my way while he points over his shoulder toward her—my girl, Steve’s girl, our girl.

She catches us watching her. She waves. My heart flutters.

“It is possible, Buck,” Steve murmurs in my ear, squeezing me close and nuzzling against my neck.

I grumble in response, eyes scanning the club and the creatures enjoying their night—avoiding Sam’s chortling and Steve’s amused gaze.

And she keeps dancing, Natasha close by, brushing aside—or sometimes downright scaring off—unwanted intruders on her fun. Our girl wraps her hands around Natasha’s narrow waist, exchanging secrets while their bodies sway. My lips twitch toward a smile, admiring every glimpse of my sugar plum, even from far away.

“There he goes,” Sam teases.

But it doesn’t matter because she’s leading Natasha back to our spot and draping herself across our laps. Like magnets, my arms find her, drawing her closer while Steve keeps her steady. She giggles, the sweetest sound tinkling in my ear, and presses a kiss a breath away from my lips.

“What’ve you boys been up to?” Natasha asks, taking her own seat beside Sam and crossing her legs. He wraps his arm over her shoulder and she relaxes in his embrace, tucked against his chest.

“Probably talking about the two of you,” Clint remarks with a huff, placing a tray of drinks on the low table and rolling his eyes.

Natasha’s brow quirks, a comment whispered into Sam’s ear while she takes a sip. Elation sweeps over the man’s face, his toothy smile lighting up his features while he nods to her suggestion.

“Did you enjoy yourself out there, li’l star?” Steve asks, his voice low, captivating both of our attentions.

She nods, a happy sigh billowing past her lips. A sparkling sheen of sweat coats her body, her temperature higher than normal from her exertion—but still perfect, always perfect.

Steve leans forward, bringing a glass of water to her lips. She swallows greedily, fingers playing with the fur on his forearm. My own stroke over her sides, relaxed in the moment with them both.

But then a familiar face in the crowd catches her notice. She pushes the water away and scrambles to stand. Our special guest tonight finally making her appearance.

My stomach sinks like a leaden weight, a wave of emotions dousing the sweet bliss of our evening.

“Wanda!” she calls, rushing to embrace the dragon, wrapping her arms around her waist—avoiding both wings and tail—joyous exclamations bubbling past both their lips.

A familiar pain blooms in my chest—pulsing, hollow. The light that sparkles in my girl’s eyes when she’s with her friend, the soft affection staring back at her. A slow kiss presses to her cheek. And I have to look away.

“So,” she says turning to us, “Everyone, this is Wanda.”

Sam waves, Clint nods, Natasha welcomes her, and Steve clutches me tighter before introducing himself. I swallow down the reawakened emotions threatening to pull me under, forcing a smile and small wave.

“Bucky!” Wanda cries, noticing my presence and coming over to embrace me.

I stand and accept it, letting the dragon wrap her arms around me, catching a glimpse of my girl over her shoulder and the joy radiating from her pores. She reaches out her hand to me. I grip it like a lifeline before she pulls away.

“Long time, no see, Wanda,” I greet, fingers tingling with just a touch from my sugar plum. I press them together, trying to keep that hint of warmth alive. “How’s your business doing? And your brother, Pietro?”

Wanda’s smile brightens and she takes a seat. I follow her lead, only half focusing on the rundown of her life after college. My eyes instead flick to my girl, seeing her beside her old roommate, images of the past flashing before my mind’s eye.

It’s fine. It’ll all be fine. It’s not like back then. Not at all. Our girl loves me, loves us. I’m not hiding from it anymore. There’s no threat. It’s fine.

But my pulse thunders in my veins, drowning out the noise of the club. My temperature drops, too much exertion without the reciprocal heat. I wrap myself around Steve—making half-hearted comments when necessary—and observe.

“Are you alright?” Steve whispers in my ear, holding me tighter against his chest.

They’ve all gone to dance, Wanda wrapped up in our girl, giggling and smiling just like they used to. Clint and Sam prance around them, dragged along by Natasha, who spins the men ever closer to her. Only vaguely does it pique my interest that Sam and Nat seem to be luring Clint into their web. An amused smirk quirks at the corner of my lips before disappearing. About time.

“Hey. Buck.”

A warm palm rests on my cheek, fuzzy and familiar. Steve averts my gaze from the floor, though my eyes can’t help but peek back and back and back.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” His lips press to my forehead, unlocking the gates that allow the truth to burble out of me, babbling like a brook.

“I always thought she should end up with Wanda.”

The confession hangs heavy in the air, sitting between us. Steve’s eyes soften. His lips purse.

I swallow against the lump in my throat and continue, “They were always so happy around each other, so perfect. All through college, I figured they’d get together.” My gaze falls to my hands, claws scraping against Steve chest, trying to find a tether. “Wanda even asked me to put in a good word for her once.” The dry smile strains my lips. “And she never knew. Never even noticed either of us.”

“Our oblivious girl,” Steve sighs, the words tinged by pain—one we both recognize.

“Bucky? Steve?” Our girl stands before us, hand outstretched. Her skin glistens with sweat under the lights, her breaths heavy. She needs a break from dancing, but it’s more than that. Her eyes shine with it. “Is everything alright?” Her brow pinches with concern. She steps forward, cupping our cheeks in her hand. I relish in the touch, clasping my hand over hers, refusing to let it be taken away. “Tell me what’s wrong?” she pleads in a whisper.

My eyes flash from Steve to our girl and over her shoulder where Wanda waits on the outskirts of our lounge area. The dragon’s head cocks to the side, eyes analytical, examining every movement we make.

Our girl just waits.

The words to explain myself don’t form, caught up in my head with no way out. My lips part and nothing follows except an unsteady huff of air. Bright eyes soften, thumb sweeping over my cheek. She turns to Steve.

“Will you be alright?” she asks, leaning to press her forehead to his.

His hand cradles her neck, a small nod of his head and a calm smile. “I’ll be fine, li’l star.”

Her head bobs and turns back to me. She stands at her full height, hand held out in offering. The way she looks at me. My heart stutters.

“Come here, noodle.”

My claws wrap around her hand—knowing I’ll never let go and finally realizing she doesn’t want me to.

I sigh, a weight lifting from my chest. Watching them weave through writhing bodies, they find a dark corner away from the lounges and dance floor. Perfect for a hint of privacy, yet still in my line of sight.

Bucky wastes no time, wrapping around our girl. Their bodies press close while she comforts him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and stroking his hair away from his face. Sipping my beer, I glance at the bottle, picking at the label and shaking my head in shocked relief. Guess our girl isn’t so oblivious anymore.

“You know, I never thought she’d end up like this.” Wanda stands across from me, her arms folded over her chest and tail swishing behind her. She leans on her left leg, glancing over her shoulder at the scene the two loves of my life make in their little corner.

“Why’s that?” I ask, reaching up to push my hair back, still not used to the new length. My knuckles bump into my horn and rattle the beads in my braid.

The dragon just shrugs, lips pursed around some thought she refuses to share. She sits on the cushion adjacent to me and leans back, perusing my figure with a slow appraisal.

“Where did you come from?” she inquires, eyes igniting with curiosity.

“What do you mean?” I place my empty bottle on the low table and lean my elbows on my knees. Bracing for an inquisition.

“I know Bucky,” Wanda explains with a wave of her hand, stare unwavering, “they met through an undergrad general ed class. But you?” She smiles, the expression not reaching her eyes. “How did you meet our little treasure?”

I swallow the unease that spikes at her tone and blatant term of endearment, taking another glimpse of the two still lost in their little world together. Ensuring their safety and seclusion. A breath huffs from my nose when I turn back to the dragon.

“We both work at Stark Industries,” I explain. Her brow quirks, smugness painting her features. She must know she’s goading me—taunting the bull, as it were. I fight back the seed of jealousy and possessiveness that blooms at the back of my skull and threatens to overwhelm. Red tints the edges of my vision, but fades with a few blinks and a deep breath. “We struck up a friendship before I started dating Bucky and then it became the three of us. And that’s all she wrote.”

Wanda hums, picking up an unclaimed glass of water from Clint’s tray and sipping. Her gaze rakes over me—that analytical scrutiny granted so liberally tonight. Yet it doesn’t threaten me, doesn’t shake my confidence. Even if it does piss me off.

I clear my throat, a friendly smile forcing its way across my lips. “So, how long will you be in town this time?”

“Indefinitely,” she replies, not a blink or shred of tension in her body. The muscles of my jaw tick, but I keep my calm, pleasant veneer shining and steady. “I have a few contacts here that are helping me extend my business into the city. It’s why my visits have been more frequent as of late.”

“Congratulations,” I intone, rolling my shoulders to release the tension building up my spine.

Wanda doesn’t reply. A trait to which I’ve grown accustomed with my exposure to Natasha—seems my little star really enjoys the strong, silent types for friends. But something is different with the dragon. An intrusion I can’t quite place. My teeth clench tight, unsure of how to proceed. Wary of alienating one of my girl’s best friends. Yet unable to shirk the growing strain between us.

Wanda levels me with her gaze, a deep breath expanding her lungs. She sits forward, advancing as she does the conversation by asking, “Do you love her?”

“Unconditionally,” I respond, the word immediate on my tongue. My eyes stray again toward the two in the corner, still wrapped up in each other—quite literally. “I love both of them with all my soul.”

She follows my line of sight, glancing between us. Her head tilts and her tongue clicks before a sweet smile illuminates her features. “Good.”

My brow quirks, confused by the change in her demeanor, the softening of her shoulders as she relaxes. A sheepish blush tints her cheeks as she shrugs.

“I’ve known Bucky’s adored her since college,” she confesses, scooting closer to lower her voice, though still audible even with the reverberation of the music. “But she called me crying on more than one occasion when the two of you got together. I thought for sure she’d never recover.” A flash of sorrow glints in her eyes, a soft sigh spilling past her lips.

My heart jumps to my throat, muscles screaming at me to rush over and sweep them both into my arms. But I stay still, knowing she has more to say by the way she plays with the cup in her hands.

“When she told me about the three of you, I couldn’t believe it.” Her head shakes and her eyes dart away. “I wanted to make sure it was real, for her sake.”

“And now you’re satisfied?” I inquire, dipping my chin in an effort to catch her gaze.

“Honestly, I knew the moment I walked in and caught sight of her.” Her lips tilt in a small smile, taking a sip of her drink. She chuckles. “I’ve never seen her so happy. Don’t need dragon intuition for that.”

I hum and nod my head in agreement, glancing once more toward the corner. Where the scene has turned unpleasant. The “excuse me,” has barely left my lips before my feet find their path. Cutting through the dance floor, the people and other beings parting like the Red Sea, deterred by the threatening glare fixed on my face.

“Come on, we could have so much fun together,” a very drunk harpy insists, their talons shining around both of my loves’ wrists. They sway on their feet, but no refusal seems to penetrate their inebriation. “I got this great bed back at my place.” They hiccup. “Suspended by bungee cords. We could rock the treetops all night long.”

“Get lost,” Bucky hisses, his eyes narrowing at the pushy creature. Our girl hisses for quite another reason, talons tearing at her delicate, human skin.

And I see red.

An angry, feral sound rips from my chest, drowning out the music around us. My hand clamps on the harpy’s wing, wrenching them back until they chirp in pain.

“You get away from them, so help me gods.” The words pierce through my lips past gritted teeth. My overwhelming outrage the focus of my world.

The harpy sputters, hands waving through the air once they release their grip. Their shouts of protest draw attention. A bouncer saunters over, assessing the situation. But I’m still seething. All I see is my little star’s wrist, dotted with her blood. I huff and turn, blocked by Bucky—our naga explaining the situation to security.

“I’m alright,” she says, cradling her arm to her chest, reaching out gentle fingers to scratch through the fur at my cheeks.

I press my face into her caress, breathing her in and taking her hand in mine. She steps closer, pecking a kiss to my other cheek and catching my eye. Bucky’s hand smooths up my back and over my shoulder, turning me toward him. His hands cradle my neck, tongue flicking through the air.

“There’s our tough guy, right when we need him,” Bucky praises, his kiss finding my lips.

I breathe deeply, wrapping my arms around them both and tucking them as close as possible to my chest. “Time to go home,” I grunt.

“Pass me that bead, li’l one,” Steve murmurs, concentrating, fingers tangled in soft brown tresses.

“Course,” I reply, reaching back over the edge of the bed and plucking it from its resting place. The grooves of the carvings stimulate my fingertips. Curiosity piques and I turn toward the minotaur as I hand it over. “What do the markings mean anyway?”

“Yeah,” Bucky echoes, turning his head despite our boyfriend’s protests. He hisses when Steve tugs on his hair, directing him back to look forward. “You said you would tell us.”

The corners of Steve’s lips lift in a smile. “Patience,” he counsels, slipping the bead into the braid at the back of Bucky’s head.

With a displeased hum, I reach up, fingering the beads already adorning my own hair, woven in by the same caring hands. Different grooves, each bead with its own symbol—runes carved by elder minotaurs and their apprentices, bestowed upon Steve for this purpose.

“Are you almost done?” the naga whines, shifting to find a more comfortable position. His tail reaching out to wrap around my ankle.

I chuckle, moving carefully from my place beside him to straddle his lap and keep him still. My lips press to his cheeks, his temples, his eyelids, his chin. A self-indulgent desire perfect for my purpose in the moment.

“When’s it my turn?” Bucky asks, winding his arms around my waist and keeping me close. His tongue darts out, scenting the air and flicking against my cheek.

A giggle bursts from my chest, hands batting him away. He chases, giving in to predatory instincts, nuzzling against my neck and lavishing my skin with sloppy kisses. Steve’s hands pause, close to the ends of Bucky’s braid, a soft, adoring look shining bright in his eyes.

“I love you two.”

We both turn. My heart spreads warmth through my chest. I lean up, meeting Steve’s kiss before letting Bucky do the same.

“I love you two, too,” I sigh, fingers skimming along Bucky’s chest and up Steve’s furry leg.

Bucky hums happily, giving Steve just enough time to tie off the braid and lay it gently over his shoulder. The naga plucks at the strand, iridescent beads glinting under the lights and scattering rainbows over our walls.

“My turn?” he asks, gaze darting between Steve and I until we agree. The sound that twitters in his throat compels an answering giggle from me. Joy lighting up his eyes.

My back hits the blankets situated at the bottom of our guest bed as he slithers out from beneath me and rushes toward the door.

“Come here,” Steve murmurs, hand grasping at my arms and hauling me up beside him.

I hum and yield to his strength, allowing him to place me where he chooses, across his thighs and tucked against his chest. His lips trace over my skin, even the ticklish parts. I squirm. And he keeps lavishing me with affection.

“My li’l wifey,” he croons, fingers playing with the sparkling beads in my hair.

“We haven’t finished yet, you goof,” I reply, chuckling at the incandescent happy daze clouding his gaze. A pot clatters in the kitchen, my focus diverting toward the door. “Bucky’s still gotta share his surprise with us.”

Fingers tilt my chin back toward the minotaur, his lips pecking mine. “You have no idea how happy the two of you are making me.”

“Not half as happy as the two of you are making me,” I reply, pressing my forehead to his. Our beads clack together, the sound the most glorious thing I’ve yet to hear. Tears well along my waterline and I sniff them away, pushing against Steve’s chest for some air and the illusion of space. “Gods, we’re sappy. I can’t handle all of this. You’re just determined to make me cry, aren’t you?” A smile spreads across my face, hands wiping at my eyes.

“I got it!” Bucky cries, returning with a bowl and spoon in hand. He pauses in the doorway, face dropping into concern. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect.” I sniff, hand held out to bid him forward. “Come here and get in on this loving.”

Bucky’s smile shines bright and eager. He pounces on us, careful not to spill the contents of his bowl and snuggles close. His tail wraps and wraps and wraps, eliminating any hint of space between our three bodies.

Steve and I look to him, full of expectation and ready for the significance of the moment. A blush creeps up the naga’s neck toward his cheeks.

“I don’t know if I did this right,” he confesses. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, bowl clutched in nervous hands. “But I called my mom and she said that this is—”

My finger presses to Bucky’s lips, stopping his nervous chatter with a gentle shush. My lips meet his cheek, peeking down at the contents of the bowl.

“What did you make for us, B?” I ask.

“It’s just a trifle recipe that I thought we all would like,” he replies, brow furrowing in thought. “But that’s not the important bit.” His hand raises, waving the small, intricately designed wooden spoon in front of our eyes. “It’s, uh, this. I carved it and now I’m supposed to feed you.” His voice drops, a quiet hesitation, words lilting like a question.

“We’re ready whenever you are, bubba,” Steve coos, running a soothing hand along Bucky’s spine.

A trembling hand dips the spoon into the bowl, scraping up a mouthful of cream and cake and custard and confection. Steve’s lips part, accepting the bite into his mouth, a sinful moan praising the flavors. The spoon escapes his pursuing tongue to dip again into the dessert. Bucky raises the spoon for me. Staring into his eyes at the glimmering hopefulness in his gaze, my lips quiver as they part. Emotions, overwhelming and complex, rush through me—relief, euphoria, serenity.

Glancing between both of them, realizing the weight of the traditions performed for me, tears prick once again at the backs of my eyes. Reaching out to touch their arms, for a little bit more connection, I confess, “I wish I had something like this to share with both of you.” Fingers trace over their limbs, waiting for a response, unable to meet their gazes.

Claws tickle my jaw, tilting my face up. A sentimental smile sits on Bucky’s lips. Steve’s head rests gently on my shoulder, his warm breath brushing against my neck.

“All we need is you.” Bucky leans closer, kissing my face, returning the favor from my earlier affection. Unable to resist, I huff a laugh at his antics and grasp his wrists.

“But if you really want one, we’ll make one. Just the three of us,” Steve offers, his cheek nudging against mine.

Breathing deeply, I lean back against him, dragging our naga with me. We sit in silence for a moment, both of them letting me contemplate my decision and how I would like to proceed.

“I think,” I start, pausing while my thoughts gather into coherence, “I would like you to tell us what these runes mean.” Steve chuckles. “And I want Bucky to keep feeding us.” My tongue sneaks out to lick my lips, Bucky’s eyes following the movement with rapt attention. “And I want to stay wrapped up in the both of you for the rest of the night.”

Bucky’s sibilant hum of agreement merges with the deep timbre of Steve voice.

“We can do that.”

“Good.” Reaching over to pat Steve’s chest, I prompt, “Now tell us all about these beads.”

Steve’s arms wrap around my waist as Bucky releases me to grab his bowl again. Their warmth envelops me. And I know it’s as close to heaven as I can get on earth.

“It’s a rather simple process, really,” Steve explains. “Minotaurs petition for an interview with the elders. It’s held to prove their devotion to their betrothed before granting sacred beads, especially to outsiders.”

“Wish I coulda been there,” I murmur around a bite of dessert, cheeks puffing up with my smile.

“He probably had a speech,” Bucky says, a smirk sitting pretty on his lips.

“Oh, he definitely had a speech,” I crow with a laugh. My head shakes with mirth, sighing. “That’s our hubby.”

A beat of silence passes, all of us relishing in our new relation to each other—decreed by ancient minotaur rites and naga traditions. As official as any gaudy ceremony.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” I say, breaking the tender stillness.

“You only asked me for something I already wanted, li’l star.”

I turn my head, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek. Bucky holds out another bite for us to eat and we continue.

“They asked all about both of you,” Steve reveals. “I told them everything. And they gave me these.” His fingers reach out, finding the beads in my hair and then Bucky’s, touching each with a reverence I don’t completely comprehend. “Love, light, life,” he says, reading the runes strung into our naga’s hair. He returns to mine, voice heavy with emotion. “Darling, dream, destiny.”

My breath hitches in my lungs. “You think I’m your destiny?”

Conviction, devotion stare back at me, brilliant on Steve’s face. “We were written in the stars, li’l one. You brought us together. Everything we are is because of you.”

Bucky nods his agreement, spooning the last bite past my lips. I chew and swallow, thankful for the moment to collect myself and my thoughts.

“How long’ve you had that prepared, huh?” I ask, sniffing away the far too easily formed tears from my eyes. Tears of joy, brushed away with little effort.

Steve smirks but doesn’t reply, a cheeky glint in his eyes. The bowl and spoon are set aside. Strong arms adjust our place on the bed, the frame creaking under our weight.

“I’m thinking we might want to move to our nest now,” Bucky suggests, wary eyes glancing toward the headboard and baseboard.

With swift agreements from Steve and I, we all move. My husbands refuse to let me go for even a minute—truly committing to my request.

And I can only smile, so blessed to have found this sweet nugget of happiness. These two monsters loving and cherishing me, committing to me for all our days.

We snuggle together in our nest, the comforting, warm, familiar blankets wrapping around us until we’re lost to the world. Steve and Bucky hold me tight, a promise to never let me go—past the morning light, past the next day, all the way to the end of the line and then some.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Territory Getting Hotter

Pairing: Carol Danvers x enhanced!Fem Reader

Words: ~2.9k

Summary: You’ve made another mess for the Avengers and they find out about your relationship with Captain Danvers

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fe receiving oral sex, use of toys, squirting, overstimulation, light dom aspects), mentions of canon level violence, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: I love these two!!! Dom!Carol is it you guys, wow. Also, reader is such a massive pain in the ass and I love her for it, I can’t wait to piss off every single Avenger with her antics.

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You beamed at Carol when she walked into the kitchen, still bleary eyed from sleep as she stretched and ran a hand through her hair.

“Hey babe!” You grinned at her. “Guess who made pancakes?”

“You’re the best sweetie.” She murmured, wrapping around your back and nuzzling into your hair. “We’ll make a housewife out of you yet.”

You laughed as she moved to pour herself some coffee when there was a sudden pounding on the front door.

“Danvers!!” A low voice shouted through the door. “Open up, its Rogers!!”

“Shit!” She hissed, looking around frantically as she tried to find someplace to stash you.

“Would you relax?” You said as you rolled your eyes at her. “He has to find out sometime.”

“Yeah, but not today! He already sounds pissed. One second!!” She shouted back, throwing on some sweats. “Just find somewhere to hide, I don’t feel like dealing with this today.”

She moved to open the door as you shook your head at her, weighing your hiding place options.

“Hey Steve, what’s up?” She said, nonchalantly as she let him inside.

“What’s up? Have you watched the news yet this morning?” He seethed as he stormed into the kitchen.

“Oh no. What did she do?” Carol said, taking a deep breath and cursing you in her head for whatever shit storm you’d started now.

“I can’t even talk about it, I’m so mad.” He growled, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee without even asking. “Even Stark was pissed, and he’s usually pretty lenient.”

“Uh-huh.” Carol said as she chewed on her lip and nibbled on a piece of bacon.

“She managed to drag Thor into it, too. We may have to move her to a full time handler, one that she can’t corrupt.” He said, starting to calm down a little bit. “We’re having a meeting about it in 30 minutes, just wanted you to be prepared. How would you feel about taking her on?”

Carol heard a snort from somewhere in the apartment and did her best not to whip around to find you. Unfortunately Steve heard it to with his damn super soldier hearing.

“What was that?” He hissed, his eyes darting all over the quarters.

“Uh, my smoke alarm’s been acting up.” Carol muttered, trying to usher him out the door. “I’ll think about it, see you soon!”

She slammed the door closed and started searching for you.

“What the fuck did you do, baby?” She asked, scanning the apartment for you.

“Y’know, I think I’m gonna leave that for a surprise.” She heard from above her head and shot her gaze upwards.

You had somehow managed to wedge yourself into a tiny corner in the ceiling of the hallway leading to her bedroom. She was giving you a disapproving look as you dropped to the floor with a grunt and grinned at her.

“You think you can handle me babe?” You said as you moved to the bedroom to get dressed.

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The two of you were sitting across from each other in the conference room half an hour later, trying to act like you didn’t fuck each other’s brains out every chance you got.

Or, at least Carol was. You were sliding your foot up the inside of her leg as she glared murderously at you and you just grinned like an idiot. She shook her head at you and turned to look at the giant screen where Tony was pulling up the surveillance footage as the rest of the team gave you exasperated glances.

“Oh, here we go, we’re getting to the good part.” Tony said, giving you a meaningful look as he slowed the footage down. “Now who’s this guy you just punched in the face and then threw across the club like a rag doll?”

“I think that’s the Duke of Edinburgh.” You said with a shrug, leaning back in your chair.

“No, that’s the Duke of Sussex, y’know, the queen’s nephew.” Nat said as she took a long drink of her coffee, looking exhausted.

“Oh shit, really?” You said, still grinning like an idiot. “Whoops.”

“And wait, here’s where Point Break blows all the lights in the club, which he says was your idea, so the two of you can make a run for it.” Stark said when the video suddenly went black.

“We weren’t making a run for it, we were pursuing our suspect.” You said, staring daggers at Thor as he tried to sink into his chair.

“Uh-huh, and did you catch your suspect?” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, he’s in holding right now.” You said with a shrug.

“What?! Why wasn’t that in your report?” Rogers said as he started to dig through the pile of paperwork in front of him.

“I haven’t completed the report yet, Captain Rogers.” You said lightly. “I made sure to update Captain Danvers though.”

“Let’s not get off track, this is about you assaulting a member of the royal family.” Tony said as he tried to redirect the conversation.

“He assaulted me first! He grabbed my ass and made some very ungentlemanly comments about what he would do if he got me in his car.” You said, pouting as you rested your head on your hands.

“He did grab her ass, Stark. I saw it.” Thor piped up before Rogers shot him a look and he went back to inspecting his coffee.

“So you threw him? That seems like a bit of an overreaction.” Tony said with an uncomfortable shrug.

“It’s a reflex, Stark.” You said, your eyes rolling back in your head as the other women frowned at him. “Sorry, I don’t think putting up with sexual harassment is in my job description.”

“Ok, ok fine. Nat, is there anyway you can spin this?” Stark said, turning to Romanoff as she let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, the man is a pretty notorious dog, shouldn’t be too hard.” She muttered.

“Great! Excellent meeting team, see y’all at the next one!” You said, starting to stand up before Steve turned his attention to you.

“No, we still need to discuss your recklessness, Y/L/N.” He seethed, shooting you a scowl that you returned with a mocking air that had Carol trying to hold back a snort. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I think the best course is to have you under more direct supervision. I considered splitting up you and Odinson but I feel like that would just spread the chaos around after how much you’ve corrupted him.”

You shot a grin and a wink at Thor that he returned as the two of you finally relaxed, but Steve was still talking.

“So, Danvers is going to be accompanying you on your missions now. I feel like her levelheaded attitude is just what’s needed to keep you two in line.” He said with a satisfied smirk.

“Uh, you sure Danvers is the best choice there, Cap?” Tony said whole Nat snickered into her coffee.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t she be?” Steve said as he looked around at everyone’s amused expressions with confusion.

“They’re fucking each other Steve.” Nat said nonchalantly, sending Steve into a spluttering fit as you started cackling and Carol just rolled her eyes and groaned.

“What?!” Rogers roared, his eyes moving frantically between you and Carol as you grinned at him like an idiot. “How long has this been happening?”

“Six months.” Carol said resignedly, taking a gulp of coffee as she shrugged uncomfortably. “Didn’t really feel like dealing with the paperwork.”

“Si... six months?” Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. “And you didn’t think that might be a conflict of interest?”

“Don’t worry Cap, Danvers is quite the disciplinarian.” You said with a wicked grin as you waggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Carol growled at you and gave you a meaningful look, and you just rolled your eyes at her before leaning back on your chair and propping your boots on the conference table.

“Well... shit.” Steve sighed, running his palm over his face in exasperation. “I guess Bucky can probably oversee some of your ops, and I’ll take over the rest of them. What?”

You and Thor both groaned at that, rolling your eyes at each other.

“Just, Barnes? Could you pick a bigger stick in the mud?” You said with a shrug. “I mean, we get it dude. You were tortured by evil scientists for years who turned you into a mindless killing machine, who wasn’t? And, I love you Steve, but do you even drink?”

“Ok, we’re gonna head out now.” Carol said as she frowned at you, stepping between you and Steve before a real fight broke out. “Guess we’ll report to HR as soon as we can.”

“Uh-huh.” Rogers mumbled, pouting a little as she ushered you out of the room.

Nat followed after the two of you lazily, shaking her head at Steve and Tony as Stark and Thor tried to assure the Captain that he was loads of fun to be around and a blast at all their parties.

“Congrats again you two.” She said with a grin as she split down a different hallway to her own quarters.

“Thanks Nat! You ever gonna tell him about you and Wilson?” You yelled after her, laughing when she flipped you off over her shoulder. “Told ya they knew, babe.”

“Yeah.” She mumbled before grinning at you. “So, you beat up a royal?”

“Shit. In my defense, I didn’t know he was a royal until after I threw him.” You said, following her down the hall back to her apartment. “I thought he was just a smarmy asshole.”

“That’s the problem, sweetheart.” She purred over her shoulder. “You never consider the consequences of your actions.”

“That’s all I think about, babe.” You said with a wicked grin as you waited for her to open the door.

“And now you’re dragging poor Thor into your messes.” She tutted, shaking her head at you as she closed the door and stripped off her jacket. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you had a little crush on that himbo.”

“If you didn’t know better?” You beamed at her, starting to unbutton your jeans and step out of your boots. “Honey, he’s a literal god. I have a massive crush on him.”

“Oh, are you trying to make me jealous?” She ripped off her tank top and threw it aside. “Cuz I’m already pissed at you.”

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

She stepped forward and gripped your jaw tightly, smashing her mouth to yours as she started steering you towards the bedroom. You yelped when she tossed you on the bed, grinning as she climbed on top of you.

“You’re such a bad girl.” She growled at you, ripping your bra off in one quick motion.

You screamed when she slapped your tit harshly, the stinging sensation warming your chest while she bent to open the top drawer of the nightstand.

“I am. I’m fucking horrible.” You gasped as she rifled around. “What are you doing?”

She grinned at you as she straightened back up, holding a set of extra shiny looking restraints.

“These are vibranium.” She cooed as she grabbed your wrists and dragged them above your head, hooking them through the headboard as you panted underneath her. “I stole them from R and D, and there’s no way even you can break out of them.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You said around a smirk, giving your hands a test yank and nodding appreciatively as Carol shackled each of your feet to the opposing bedposts.

She bit her lip as she stared at you, your legs spread wide over the bed and making your back arch. You moaned as she tore off your panties and slapped your pussy, your muscles twitching as arousal seeped out of you.

“Mmm, you look so good like this.” She mumbled, sliding down until she was laying between your thighs. “Can’t decide whether I should edge you all night or make you come so many times you forget your own name.”

She ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe and you let out a shriek as you came as soon as she reached your clit. She pressed your hips into the mattress as she lashed her tongue against your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver with the strain of your orgasm.

“Looks like you made my decision for me.” She grinned at you before diving back in.

Her tongue swirled through your folds expertly, sucking your lips into your mouth and humming against you as your pussy started clenching around nothing. She wrapped her lips around your clit and you came again with a sob as your limbs pulled against the restraints, your body trying to arch off the bed.

She shoved her tongue inside you and you screamed as another orgasm crashed over you when her teeth brushed against your tiny bundle of nerves. Carol kept curling her tongue inside you as you vibrated underneath her, moaning as your release flowed into her mouth and soaked her chin.

“Fuck, Carol!” You whined as she sat up between your legs and lightly ran her fingers over your inner thighs. “That was almost too much.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” She smirked as she watched you panting underneath her, reaching for the bedside table again while you squirmed.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as she pulled out a massive dildo from the drawer of toys. “Is that my stormbreaker? I’ve been looking for that!”

“Yeah, well I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” She murmured before dragging the length on the thing through your slick coated folds, making you keen. “Did you know this thing comes with a thruster?”

“Yeah, why do you think I bought it?” You teased before your eyes rolled back in your head as she shoved it inside you.

She started fucking you with the toy at a punishing pace, grinning as you came apart like putty in her hands. Tears started leaking down your cheeks when she turned the vibrating function on and angled it so it was teasing against your clit with each push.

You whined as she bent over you and wrapped her lips around your nipple and swirled her tongue around it. She grinned against your chest as you tried to arch into her mouth, your restraints still holding you in place.

“Mmm, you gonna come again baby?” She muttered, nipping at the curve of your breast as your body started twitching, your release looming over you as you sobbed wordlessly. “Do it, you look so pretty when you fall apart.”

She twisted her wrist and you shrieked as your pussy fluttered wildly, your release leaking out around the dildo and pooling on her sheets. Your cried as she kept fucking you through it, wet sloshing sounds filling her bedroom as the toy slid in and out of you easily.

You let out an inhuman wail when she turned on the thruster and you felt the tip of the toy punch you in the cervix, coming again immediately as your body writhed wildly.

“Shit, I see why you love this thing.” She smirked as she kissed her way up your chest, still shoving the toy into your overworked cunt as your body went lax, your head polling to the side and drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. “You think about Thor fucking you when you use this, babe? Maybe I should bring him in here to fuck you stupid while I watch, would you like that?”

You just mumbled stupidly as your body shook with another orgasm, sinking into the bed in your fucked out state. Her slap snapped you out of it, making you take in a sharp breath as your brain rebooted.

“I asked you a question.” She growled as she twisted the toy again and you let out a low moan.

“I feel like this might be a trap.” You gasped as she palmed at your breast and laid down against your shoulder, still thrusting the toy into you viciously.

“That sounds like a yes to me.” She purred, nuzzling into your neck as she gave the toy a final push.

You screamed as she pulled it out of you suddenly, your release squirting out of you in a violent rush. Your body thrashed violently with the power of your orgasm and Carol cursed as you snapped her headboard and bedposts, the bed frame shuddering before one of the legs gave out and it sank to the floor with a crash.

“Holy fuck, you ok?” She asked, sitting up and grinning at you as she assessed the damage you’d caused.

“Yeah.�� You said, swallowing thickly as you moved your limbs with a groan. “At least we know the cuffs work! Sorry about your bed.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She murmured, grabbing the key and unlocking the restraints before pulling you back against her chest. “We’ll just use yours I guess.”

“Are you gonna move in with me? I think that may give Rogers an aneurysm.”

“He’ll get over it.” She shrugged as you nuzzled into her chest. “Now, how do you think we should approach Thor?”

“What?! You were serious?”

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marvelmusing · 3 years

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Cover Stars and Stripes

A Stucky x Fem!Reader Series

Repost from @stuckymusings

Assembled is an international best selling magazine, which covers politics, fashion, lifestyle, and culture. You’ve wanted to work for them ever since you were little, their founder Peggy Carter was your idol. With a lot of hard work you get a position as Assistant Creative Director. Your first year there passes quickly. Your co-workers, Darcy and Jimmy, have tried to set you up on several dates, which were all a disaster in your mind. You’ve told them a million times. You’re busy with your work, and don’t have time for that. Although that’s soon about to change.

You hear a couple of voices from around the corner but decide to wait where you are. Though you can’t help but listen to what the girls are saying.

“Did you hear about Mr Barnes and that girl from design?” “Apparently she’s his girlfriend.” “Seriously?” “They were both here yesterday, I saw them sneak into the storage cupboard.” “I saw them too, he had his arms around her.” “Mr Rogers' assistant told me he was in an awful mood yesterday afternoon.” “Looks like trouble in paradise for the Barnes-Rogers household.” “What’s the girl’s name?” “Isn’t it Wanda?” “No, she’s on maternity leave now. It’s her assistant, [Y/N] I think?”

Featuring:

[Y/N] [Y/L/N]: Assistant Creative Director at Assembled magazine. Thrown in at the deep end by Wanda. Suddenly seems to bump into her bosses at random times, surely it’s a coincidence?

Wanda Vision: Creative Director. Kinda your boss but she’s too nice. Pregnant with twins, has abandoned you to go on maternity leave. Married to Mr Vision, nobody knows if that’s his first name or last (everyone just calls him Vision).

Darcy Lewis & Jimmy Woo: your co-workers. Together you’re the dream team. They’ve unsuccessfully been attempting to get you on dates since the moment they met you.

Steve Rogers & James ‘Bucky’ Barnes: Co Editors in Chief. The ultimate power couple. Their smiles are far too charming and they know it.

Natasha Romanoff: the Fashion Editor. Intimidatingly beautiful. She scares most people. You’ve never actually spoken to her so she’s probably quite nice. Darcy’s boss crush.

Clint Barton: the Fashion Coordinator. Calls himself ‘Hawkeye’, “because I have an eye for fashion”. No one actually calls him that.

Sam Wilson: the Chief Legal Officer. The only boss you’re not scared of. Jimmy’s boss crush.

Sharon Carter: the Finance Manager, seems friendly, still quite intense. Her great aunt founded the magazine.

Pepper Potts: the HR Manager, who’s very good at ignoring Tony Stark.

Tony Stark: global fashion designer, has been in love with Pepper for years. She’s either oblivious or very good at ignoring him.

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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years

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At The Start...

Words: 1625 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Request: “Maybe a Bucky one. Where the girl is an office worker at the Stark compound and every time he sees her around he gets all clumsy and nervous but neither of you wants to make the first step. So maybe Nat and Steve take it in their hands and bring you two together? :)” - Anon Summary: Reader works in Human Resources for the Avengers, which means she gets to know everyone on the team pretty well. But there is a certain Sergeant that she’d like to know a little better.

“You boys just getting up?” Natasha asked Steve and Bucky as they walked into the kitchen. She wrapped her fingers around her coffee mug and waited for one of them to offer a snarky comment.

“It’s six in the morning.” Bucky commented after confirming the time on his watch. “I thought you’d be asleep or do you get until the last ray of sunlight shines through the window before you have to crawl back into your coffin?” Bucky teased. He indicated the purple-grey sunset visible through the kitchen window.

“Always good for a laugh, Barnes.” Nat smirked before bringing the mug to her lips. She was glad he’d been the one to take her up on her bait. Bucky was always good for some biting banter. “If you wanted to get a tattoo on your left arm would you paint it on or just stick a magnet to it?” She hid her smirk behind her lips.

“You know Romanoff, I was just about to make an omelette. I’d offer you one but I make them with garlic.” He winked.

“Vampire jokes the best you can do?” Nat raised an eyebrow at him. “I expected better from someone who’s almost a century old.” Bucky rolled his eyes. He picked up three oranges from the fruit bowl on the counter and began to juggle them.

“If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.” He shrugged.

“Ah, ancient wisdom from one of the two living fossils.” Nat smirked. “I’ve got to go wake Bruce.” She announced, getting up from her seat.

You walked into the compound kitchen, alerting everyone to your presence with the slight squeak of your sneakers. You weren’t an Avenger and you had no desire to become one. Technically speaking, you weren’t even on their payroll. You were a Stark Industries employee who was being outsourced to the Avengers HR department. Actually, you were the entire Avenger’s human resources department.

“Morning everyone!” You greeted them cheerily. The soft thud of an orange hitting the floor followed by another and another was the first response you received. This caused Steve, who’d been hunting for ingredients in the fridge, to turn around. “I come bearing gifts.” You said holding up two paper paychecks. One was addressed to Steve and the other to Bucky.

“You two still get physical paychecks?” Nat questioned. “Do you have bank accounts, or do you stuff all your money between your mattresses?”

“I keep mine in a plastic bank shaped like an eagle.” Steve joked back. “Thank you, [Y/N].” He accepted his paycheck from you and tucked into his back pocket. Bucky bent down to pic up the oranges he had dropped.

“You know if you like, I could help you both set up direct deposit so that the money goes directly to your bank accounts.” You offered.

“But if we did that you wouldn’t bring us our checks anymore, right?” Bucky asked. He struggled to hold all three oranges in his right hand. One of them rolled right out of his palm and back onto the floor.

“Right.” You agreed, bending down to pick up the mishandled fruit. “You wouldn’t have to chase me down on Fridays or have me interrupting your breakfast. You’d have your money ready right away. Maybe even as early as Thursdays.”

“I like things the way they are. If that’s okay?” Bucky deposited his two oranges back into the fruit bowl.

“Of course.” You smiled. “I work for you guys, so I’m happy to help however you need me to. It’s still a little early, so I’m gonna go take care of a few personal things, but if anyone needs me, I’ll be in my office all day from eight to five.” You set the orange you’d picked up down on the counter and started walking out of the kitchen.

“Hey, [Y/N]?” Bucky called out to you. You looked back at him and nodded so he knew you were listening. “Do you think you might want to…I mean if you’re free later…” He was stumbled over his words and seemed to be having trouble finishing his sentence. “Could you look at my pay stub with me later and make sure my overtime was recorded correctly?”

“Uh, sure Bucky.” You agreed, not sure why he was so nervous to ask you. Maybe he worried you’d be insulted? But you both knew overtime hours were reported through the automated computer system so if his paycheck was wrong it wouldn’t be through any error of yours. “I’m free all day. Come by whenever you can, okay?” With that you walked out of the kitchen.

“What the heck was that?” Nat asked. She watched Bucky drop the oranges again as he buried his face in his hands.

“Bucky is in love with [Y/N].” Steve explained, igniting the burner on the stove and cracking a few eggs into a frying Pan.

“I’m not in love with her.” Bucky argued from behind his hands. He sighed before bending down to pick up the oranges again. “I just… I’d like to get to know her better. She’s sweet and smart.”

“Well have you ever asked her out on a date?” Nat questioned.

“A date?” Steve laughed. “You see him. He can’t even formulate a sentence around her.”

“Then we’ll just have to help.” Nat told him.

Two hours later you were exactly where you said you’d be, working in your office. Nat stepped in. She smirked, eager to get her plan in motion.

“Hey [Y/N], you free for lunch this afternoon?” She asked, leaning against the counter.

“Uh, yeah I should be. Let me just check my schedule.” You reached for the planner on your desk and riffled through to the correct date. “I’m free at a bird.” You told her.

“Great!” She replied, a little too excited. “Remind me again, your boyfriend, what’s his name?”

“Very funny.” You rolled your eyes. “Have you come all the way here just to tease me? You know I’m not dating anyone.”

“No.” Nat acted insulted. “I came to invite my friend to lunch and maybe ask a few more questions. Like if you’re not dating anyone, how come you’ve never asked Bucky on a date?”

“Why haven’t I…? I mean I can’t just…” You stammered. “I’m sure I’m not his type. Now, any other non-work related questions you have, you can ask me at lunch. I have a lot of work to do.”

“You just said your schedule was empty.” She reminded you. “I’m leaving anyway. Meet me in the garden at twelve.” She invited before leaving the room.

It wasn’t unusual for the Avengers to invite you to social engagements. In fact, Steve often insisted you join in on his mandatory team building game and Tony would invite you to all of his best parties. You’re part of our team. They always said. But you couldn’t help feeling like Natasha had a little more planned than some friends bonding over brunch. Still weary of her true intentions, you arrived at the compound’s garden on time. You wandered around for a bit admiring the perennial flowers. You noted that the daylilies in particular were a beautiful pigment of orange. You rounded a corner and came upon a table neatly set for a picnic.

The small round table for two was covered with a white tablecloth. A wicker picnic basket was set on top. Two wine glasses were set out with two matching plates. The basket was packed with sandwiches, chips, cheese, crackers and grapes.

“It’s a bit too much isn’t it?” Bucky asked as he approached the table from another path. “I asked them to do something simple. Should have known, Rogers doesn’t know how to do anything simple.”

“Too much for what exactly?” You questioned him.

“[Y/N]! There you are!” Natasha and Steve both appeared behind you on the trail you’d just come from. You turned around to face them, confused. “Now don’t be mad, but I knew you’d never agree to come if I told you the truth.”

“The truth about what?” You asked her impatiently.

“I-I asked them to set this up.” Bucky confessed. You looked back over your shoulder at him. “The truth is [Y/N], I’m crazy about you and I’ve been wanting to ask you out on a date since, well, since I first met you. I Don’t know what it is but for some reason whenever I’m around you I’m suddenly really clumsy and my words get scrabbled and I wasn’t even sure you would like me.”

“Bucky why wouldn’t I like you?” You wondered.

“So many reasons.” He laughed. You looked back over at Steve and Nat.

“You two can go.” You told them. “And thank you, for helping us. Obviously neither one of us were brave enough to set this up on our own.”

“You kids behave yourselves, alright?” Nat instructed with a wink.

“Take all the time you need.” Steve said. “The two of you deserve some alone time.” Bucky waited until they were gone before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry again, it seems like Nat lied a bit to get you here.” Bucky apologized.

“Only because like she said, I would have told her no. Not because I’m not into you!” You promised. “Actually quite the opposite. Until about three seconds ago I thought you couldn’t stand me. I thought you were always so quiet around me because you didn’t think I was worth your time.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing Romanoff and Rogers talked me into this picnic then.” He smirked. “Will you stay and have lunch with me? And then maybe if things go well, I can take you on a real date later tonight?”

“I’d like that very much.” You smiled back.

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I know you've just posted the theme for tomorrow, but that headcanon for HR!Reader and mandatory attendance of the party made me giggle and think about something - Steve would know about ultimatum which Tony set for Reader and probably would 'accidentally' meet Reader somewhere in the office to 'chat' about the party. Since it will be his birthday he wants to share with her what would make him happy - from dresscode to 'gifts' (oh, he wants that pussy). After Reader tells Steve she would never consider and advice he gave her, the conversation leaves her hot and bothered - and it is enough for Steve 😏

I think I’d like to break this ask up into two days, the first (where I answer this today) and the second tomorrow (where Steve sees her at the party)

The invitation was modestly decorated with pieces of the traditional red, white & blue that both represented Steve’s birthday and the Fourth of July. It was a combination party hosted by Tony Stark to celebrate the man with a plan, and the greatest country’s birthday.

You turned it over in your hand, eyeing the card stock and decor that enhanced the simple black ink almost relieved that you hadn’t received one in person. Rather you had mulled over the invitation with other members of the HR team. They had been ecstatic to receive their invitations to the Stark party, finding themselves mulling with the superhero’s they represented, while you found yourself exhaling a sigh of relief at being left out.

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were trouble. They were trouble by definition, and they made you feel innately overwhelmed with strengthening feelings for the two of them. Your emotional connection to the two super soldiers had long since transcended professionalism and yet you resisted every chance to let them in.

This party, had you been invited, would’ve surely broken your spirit.

“Have fun. I think a quiet night in is in the works for me.” You recalled your glee at being left out and handed the invitation back to your colleague, before ultimately heading to your office.

As you had stepped inside and closed the door behind you, you settled yourself in your desk chair and reached for the mouse of your computer. The screen loaded and you opened your emails, scouring through the inbox that heralded no real interest. However as you started to close one screen for another, a knock at the door interrupted your next task.

“Morning, doll.” Steve stepped into the office and leaned on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest with a toying smirk on his face.

You lifted your head and looked toward him, your eyes narrowing and brows furrowing. He looked as if he had just stepped foot off the training floor with his compression gear and soft beads of sweat rolling down the column of his neck. Regardless of his appearance from the training facility, he still looked commendably attractive.

And with this admission of beauty had come the flutter of your heart and increasing warmth between your legs.

“Can I help you, Captain?” You looked away and swallowed heavily, your eyes downcast and taking special interest in the notepad on your desk.

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Steve, doll?” He stepped closer, drawing your eyes to his broad chest and thick biceps.

“Once more, Captain.” You responded softly, more than you anticipated. “What did you need?”

“Heard the HR department got invited to the party, thought I’d come talk to you about it.”

“I didn’t get an invite.” You replied with speculation, only now noticing the thick invitation in his hand.

“Are you sure?” Steve stopped in front of your desk, personally hand-delivering an invitation.

Although it retained the same information as the others, your invitation was simpler and less gaudy. It was more aesthetically pleasing to the eye and seemed more intimate than not, with each detail seeming as if it was hand picked for you.

“I wanted to give it to you myself.” Steve’s hand trailed along the edge of the desk until he had rest his hand on yours, fingers curling around the edge of your palm. “And since its my birthday-”

Heat coursed through your entire body, along with sexual tension. It was poignant, the way he looked at you as if he wanted to throw you across the desk and spread your legs to devour you.

Steve’s eyes had reflected intense desire and want, his lips pursed as he looked you over and drew closer to the desk. There was an unrelenting need to feel you pressed against him, to feel you quake as he filled you and fucked you, and made you scream his name.

“Captain,” your voice wavered as you legs shook, unable to truly breath when you noticed him walking around the desk, “what can I do for you?”

Steve pulled your chair out from under your desk, turning you to face him. He kept his hands on the arm rests and leaned in, trapping you between the chair and his chest. His eyes dropped to your mouth and back again, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip.

“Wear something pretty for me,” you knew exactly what he meant even before he lift a hand from the arm rest to toy with the buttons of your shirt, “something you think I’d like.”

Your breath wavered, your back arched against his father light touch and you swore he could feel the heat that was radiating from between your legs.

“What does a man like you want for your birthday?” Your asked airily, unable to catch your breath.

Steve hummed, the sound akin to a husky purr had stirred a reaction in your body that created wetness between your thighs.

“What I want?” His lips barely grazed yours, and his hand fell further down your chest. “You know exactly what I want, doll.”

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The Retreat Chapter 18

Characters: CEO!Bucky x reader, Caroline, Natasha

Warnings: Angst, lots and lots of angst, this one might hurt a bit

Word count: 1.8k

Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: This one is a painful chapter, nothing really good happens, I’ll tell you now. It’s NOT happy! So enjoy, sort of xx Series Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Story:

Bucky’s POV

“Caroline…” I moan her name, forgetting where I am and what’s going on for merely a moment. What am I doing? I have Y/N, what am I doing screwing that up? “Caroline, stop. Stop!”

“What’s wrong, Juju?” Caroline snakes one hand to the nape of my neck, threading her fingers through my hair. This was one of her favourite manipulative moves when we were together if I said no to something she really wanted and I’m ashamed to admit it worked more often than not.

“I said stop, Caroline. I’ve moved on and so should you.” I step back from her cloud of perfume to try and clear my head. She is one manipulative, sly, intoxicating, suffocating woman. Not a day goes by that it doesn’t baffle me I ever thought I loved her- enough to want to marry her!

“Moved on? Darling, could you really let me go so easily? Because I doubt it.”

“Well I have. So you need to get over this, us, and accept it because…”

“Because what, Juju?”

“Because I love her.” Wow, didn’t expect that to come out. I love her. I love Y/N. Caroline looks taken aback by my sudden confession, a sour glare in her unblinking eyes like I just said the worst thing she could ever hear.

“You love her… Who is she?” her voice has gotten lower and I notice her fists are clenched so tightly they’re turning white. She seems almost dangerous in this state. I have, in the past, seen just how bad her temper can get and it is not something I wish to see again (not to say I don’t have a few anger issues myself sometimes). We went jewellery shopping and they didn’t have the necklace that she wanted. The screaming tantrum that both myself and the store clerk had to endure was ear piercing and so offensive to the point I tipped the poor man for his patience with her.

“It’s none of your business who she is. Goodbye Caroline.” I nod my head before backing out of the gardens and going back to the benefit- I think it’s time Y/N heard my confession too.

Everyone is considerably more drunk than when I headed outside; Steve is actually stumbling around the dancefloor and he is no lightweight. Wanda and Vis are getting along swimmingly which is good to see since I’ve been rooting for the pair since she pulled out his name for secret santa. Natasha is the only person sat on their own but I assume Clint will return soon. And Y/N is nowhere to be seen- she must have just gone to the bar or something.

“What’s wrong Barnes, you look a little lost there.” Nat asks with a mysterious smile, like she knows a secret and wants you to ask about it.

“Have you seen Y/N?” I ask back, scanning the crowd by the bar and not seeing the eye-catching red of her dress.

“I have. Is there something going on there between the two of you? You were looking quite… close earlier.” She’s very wise with her words, is Natasha. But I do not have time for this right now.

“None of your business Romanoff! Where did she go?”

“Ugh, you’re no fun. She left in a hurry about two minutes ago, looked pretty upset too. I asked her what was wrong and she told me to bite her so someone clearly pissed her off. Wasn’t you, was it?” she laughs, her evening’s alcohol intake boosting her playful mood. She can keep wondering for now. I stride quickly to the front doors and out into the cool evening air, most of the press having cleared their cameras and left. There are a few smokers hanging around and a couple of other people dotted along the street waiting for taxis and limousines. None of them I recognise as Y/N. She must have caught a driver’s attention already. Damn! Giving up quickly in my search thanks in part to the chilly breeze, I wander back inside to the table to finish the drink I forgot about when I spotted Caroline lurking in the corner. “No luck?”

“No. I must have just missed her. Did she say where she was going when she left?”

“Well I thought she’d gone looking for you earlier but then she ran back through nearly in tears. I didn’t want to get yelled at so I let her go. You know I don’t like getting involved in arguments.” Nat tells me before sipping on a fresh martini. She came looking for me? Surely she didn’t see me with Caroline. Oh God, she must have! I need to call her, now!

Y/N’s POV

I attack the punching bag so ferociously I feel like I could break it from it’s chain. A sheen of sweat has broken out across my skin and my muscles ache from the repetitive exercise but I can’t stop- I need to get all of this anger out of me and this is the healthy way to do it right?

“Do want to take a break?” Nat huffs from holding the bag for me, concern bringing her brows together in a frown.

“Nah, I’m good.” I pant, bracing my legs for the next set. She steps back from the bag before I can start and sits on the bench with her water bottle, gulping nearly half of it down in one, “Fine, we’ll take a break.” I stay stood, grabbing my own bottle from the floor.

“You okay?” Nat leans back on the wall, regarding me.

“Yeah, I’m not tired yet.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Damn, I’m not as good of a liar as I thought.

“I’m done with men. That’s all.” I punch the bag weakly, causing it to swing in the air. Nat laughs and sits forwards with her elbows resting on her knees.

“Men too? Just a few weeks ago you were giving me your power speech on how you’re completely done with women and never want to see boobs again unless they’re your own or in porn.”

“Okay, well clearly I was exaggerating about that part. I’m just done with dating and shall remain single forever.”

“Sure… who hurt you?”

“That guy that I decided to go for it with? I caught the douche getting with his ex.” I admit, leaving out all of the details.

“Really? What a dick. What did he say?��

“He doesn’t know I know. But he keeps calling and I never want to hear his stupid voice again.” That might be a little tricky with us literally working together but I can always get a new job. I saw Stark Industries was hiring.

“And you’re not even going to give him an explanation? Ruthless, I like it.” Nat stands back up, strapping her gloves on for her turn at punching. “What if he tries finding you in person to talk, what do you do then?”

“I… don’t know.” I’m going to have to face him. I’m going to have to face that cheater’s stupid fucking face and tell him it’s over. He may not even be sorry, he may fire me on the spot, he might try to lie his way out of it all. I just don’t know. I do know, however, that I’ll probably end up crying at work in front of everybody and everyone will find out we slept together and HR will get involved and it’ll turn into one big mess and I may never find work again and end up living with my parents-

“Y/N, breathe! You got stuck in your own head again.” Natasha runs up to me and grabs my hands, making over-exaggerated breathing motions until I stop hyperventilating. I have got to stop doing that.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. I think you have a lot of thinking to do. On your own.”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

My arm muscles are so sore and my legs feel fuzzy when I finally flop onto my bed, home from the gym. I can still feel the pain from my morning hangover ebbing slowly away too. But none of it compares to pain I felt last night seeing Bucky with Caroline again, back with the woman he claimed to despise more than anyone on the planet (even more than Stark). Back with the woman that cheated on him for God knows how long with an intern from his own office. He’d seemed so genuine with me but I guess it was all an act of happiness until he could get back with her. Just the mere thought of him faking every smile, every moment with me, sends a sickening, twisting feeling through my heart and puts a bitter taste in my mouth. This stings much more than when India left, strangely- she just packed her things and called it quits. Bucky cheated. I don’t even know if any of our so-called relationship was real. I do know that I wish he would stop calling though. Letting my phone ring through, I stare blankly at my own reflection in my vanity mirror as I often like to do when my life is falling apart before me. He’ll leave a voicemail, adding to the 12 already in my inbox and the 26 texts I haven’t read and yet… I can’t bring myself to do the smart thing and block him. I’m about to step into the shower (yes, I don’t dare put one foot in the gym showers, bleh) when I see a different name brighten my screen- Steve. It could be baby news! Peggy was due a scan at some point and as it turns out, she was a few weeks further along than she thought. I quickly swipe to answer.

“Steve! Any news on Baby Rogers?”

“It’s not Steve, Ava, it’s me…” A deeper, pained voice informs me- Bucky. That sly bastard!

“What do you want?” I ask with such venom, I hope it comes across that way on his end.

“I wanted to see if you’re okay! You’ve not been answering your phone all day and you ran off last night. Where did you go?” He sounds upset. I hope he is.

“I went home. I saw you Bucky so don’t bother trying to deny it.”

“I… I didn’t-”

“You know what? I don’t want to do this right now.” I hang up and toss my phone on the bed. This shower better be a magic shower if it’s going to calm me down even a little after that.

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moize · 3 years

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Family!reader (sister!reader, cousin!reader, etc.) fics should be written and titled as xOC.

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helpinghanikan · 5 years

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Generation Gap

Avengers (and Matt Murdock) x reader

Sum: Everyone is of legal age

Steve Rogers:

Your situation was a difficult one; on one hand you were just a junior member of the Avenger’s legal defense (half step higher than an intern), and your clearance shouldn’t be more than the first floor and no deeper than the offices. On the other hand, you were the partner to one of the OG Avengers, a class that had no restrictions.

This was why you couldn’t really get mad at security when they would direct you towards the intern spaces. Nor could you yell at them when they’d refuse you entry to where your man had agreed to meet.

This also spread rumors throughout the office about your “relationship”. How else could someone your age get this far if you weren’t getting bruised knees from it? Very few would believe that it was your skills and work ethic that took you ahead of the pack. If it were high school you would be eating lunch in the bathroom stall instead of your office desk.

Tony Stark:

The word “cradle robber” was thrown around in magazines and gossip sites. Along side were things like “gold digger”, “silver fox” and even “pedophile”. A statement that was swiftly met with legal action.

It might have been better if you had just come out about your relationship. Speculation of the relationship started when some young woman started hanging around Stark business without reason. The same reaction started when Peter became an “intern”, but they didn’t have a leaked photo of a rooftop kiss.

“We should take this as a challenge,” You had said one evening. Another scandalous claim of your rise from broke waitress to the most successful sugar baby in North America. “All this crap, you know?”

“I don’t like challenges unless I get a big prize at the end.” Tony’s voice comes from somewhere under his desk. From your angle all you can see is the jean legs and white socks sticking out from under the metal.

“My happiness would be a big prize,” You say. “New bracelet would be a big prize.”

Thor:

It’s both a blessing and curse that Thor cared almost nothing about Midgard gossip.

On one hand, while you tried to teach him about computers, he’d never look anywhere but you. This huge man who looked to be over ten years your senior sitting at your desk, slowly typing and doing his best. Over his shoulder and there were your co-workers, pretending not to be watching him. Pretending not to whisper to each other.

First job a few months right out of college and you already had a new name.

“The newer model,” that was fine.

Or it was the “dumber version,” that one, yeah, that one hurt.

You were no Jane Foster, in truth, you would never be able to compete with her. These comments never went farther than your office. Whether it was that your co-workers didn’t bother to try or magazines didn’t care about what some office monkey’s had to say.

You’d rant and rave to your man, but he never seemed bothered.

Bucky Barnes:

It was Bucky’s choice to stay more on the down low, outright refusing anything even mildly promotional. He was as he was before the Avengers, a rumor.

Because of this it was up to you whether anyone knew about the relationship.

Nobody seemed to believe you about it: Family believing it was just to get them off your back (partly yes), friends just finding it an impossible idea that you’d even meet someone like Bucky.

Not wanting to ruin his privacy you never pushed the matter on those you knew. Even if your teeth would grind when they’d claim your pictures were photoshopped.

Natasha Romanoff:

Everyone at your college knew what Nat was the moment her car rolled up.

A rare, and elusive, sugar mama.

Although you were months into the relationship it was only then that you mentioned it to her. Natasha was a great liar, if she wanted you’d never know a true thing from her. But when you bring this up, with a little laugh, she immediately avoids eye contact. Her lips sucking in a tiny smile at the not-accusation.

It never occurred to you just how much income Nat actually had. From returned bounties to hush agreements, she had enough to never even look a price tag. Not that she ever gave an impression of caring about designer and overly expensive things, the most were some name brand make up and dresses hardly worn.

The rest went to you, without you ever really knowing. Although Nat wouldn’t lie about important things, there was never any truth to the prices of things. That shirt that just so happens to be your perfect size and favorite color? That was a friend’s who had left it and wouldn’t want it back. That restaurant where you had to wear a “borrowed” dress she’d never ask to give back? Nat had a coupon. Those earrings she hands you after getting in the car? She found them in the bottom of her purse, weren’t her style, and still in their little box but the price tag mysteriously gone.

Some wanted power over others to see the fear in their eyes. Nat wanted power over the joy in your eyes, to be able to say, “they’re just going to be thrown away” and see the awe you’re trying to hide while running your thumb over the jewels.

In the end she got a feeling of purpose and you got bed sheets that’d make angels cry.

Bruce Banner:

“Tell your daughter to slow on the caffeine.” The barista says.

Admittedly, you were drinking it a little fast. The few shots of expresso to make up for the long night both had with paperwork. The expensive drink threatened to spew right from your nose. Instead you coughed and coughed, trying to hide the laugh that’d cause Bruce to make that face.

It was too late for that. Bruce turned from the counter and walked quickly to the small corner table you had claimed. He had that face, the one where he was upset but still found it a little funny, but not wanting to admit it out loud.

“Stop it,” he says, taking a drink as though that’d stop your giggles.

“Yes, Dad,” You say.

“Please, don’t.”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“We should see other people.”

T’Challa:

You weren’t the first to be called into HR. Not the first to be called in because of an “inappropriate relationship”. And certainly not the first cute little (former) intern whose had relations with a foreign dignitary.

HR lady was not messing around with this. Waiting for you to take a seat before instructing you to shut the door. A power move that you allowed her to have.

“So, I don’t-I’m not big on office gossip,” She starts, hands in a prayer position. “but there has been talk about your relationship with the dignitaries from Wakanda.”

There it was, you were specifically assigned to the dignitaries as a small spy. None of your higher ups ever mentioned that the young woman in the corner knew everything they were saying, you weren’t that good of a spy, it would seem. More than once accidently making eye contact with the guards and even T’challa himself. That was what led to your situation now.

“I understand, you’re new, you wanna see the world and he’s, yeah, he’s something interesting. But don’t you think you’re taking your little crush a little too far?” She says this as if your age gap isn’t anymore than five years.

“Well, out of context I understand, how you see it that way.” You had to bite your tongue to keep from adding ‘but he started it’.

Work in foreign affairs had taught you how to say “you don’t know shit” in polite talk.

“So, what can we do about this?” She asks. This woman might have been a kindergarten teacher in a past life. Talking in that way where she already had an answer but wanted to watch her victim struggle.

You’re back in middle school. Just shrugging your shoulders in the hopes that this conversation with an authority figure would hurry up.

“This is your first warning,” she says, still ‘seeing things in the wrong context’. “If your little crush goes any farther, attention going to be taken.”

You were too valuable to cut right away. Calling you in for the second warning a week later.

Pietro Maximoff:

His long legs took up the entirety of your backseat. Back against the old seat, legs stretching towards the ceiling, feet almost flat. This was only done because you had yelled at him more than once about feet on the windows.

This was your tradition for the last semester of your Senior year. Bell rings and there stands Pietro at the gate. Relationship the result of a state-wide school meet with Avengers, and a friend’s dare to plant a kiss on Pietro’s cheek during the picture. That picture was still framed in in both your rooms.

You can still remember her eyebrow shooting up to her hair-line when Pietro had led you into the kitchen. You probably should have worn something more grown up; walking in there with your tennis-shoes and backpack on one shoulder.

In the end Wanda was the only one that seemed to approve of your relationship, who was she to judge anyway? Her partner was a robot younger than you. The rest though;

“Are you in class with Peter?” Steve asks. The nicer of the questions coming your way.

Peter Parker:

May’s interrogation happened the moment the door opened. Looking up and down at the woman here to pick up her nephew. Inviting you inside, sitting you on the couch and starting the questions. Whether Peter even knew you were there or not was up in the air.

You were a senior, a dumb senior. One that needed a freshman to help you with math, one that you got made fun of for it and for the crush on said freshman. Also, one that stopped caring when Peter would give you that look. The one he didn’t think you see, the one he makes when you’re staring down to the math problem or looking towards something away form him.

Now he looks from the crack of his door. Opened just enough that one eye looks into the room. You can see him trying to decide; Stay in room and hope Aunt May doesn’t kick you out or swing open the open, grab your hand and make a great escape.

He didn’t really get a choice in the matter. After being asked about your age, your grade, how long you’ve had your license and your “intentions” with Peter. You tilted so Peter would see your entire face. Getting your look of “help me” and finally opening the door.

The plan didn’t work as you thought it would. Peter being dragged into the interrogation right along side you. Aunt May turning your date twenty minutes late with advice about relationships, responsibility and even a touch of protection. That she didn’t pull out a power point and a ruler was a miracle.

Stephen Strange:

You met Dr. Handsome back when he was just handsome intern. Little baby surgeons making rounds through a learning hospital, one of their stops was your room.

It was doubtful that he remembers the first time you met. Barely in your freshman year and here comes in a crowd of men and women. Looking you over like an art piece, or an animal in a zoo, whichever sounds better. Laying back in your bed; leg in a sling and a story of jumping down the stairs you were sure to exaggerate later.

You were too young for there to be even a chance at a relationship. That didn’t stop you from referring to him as the “Dr. Handsome,” while high from painkillers. Mortification after hearing Stephen being mocked for it kept you from talking to him again during his visit.

Fast forward a few years and you’re back in a hospital. The designated biker chick showing up randomly to serve court papers. It became an art to avoid any questions from the nurse or people you pass, “visiting a sick Nan”, “My boyfriend got hurt, he’s in this wing”, “What do you mean I need a visitor’s pass?”

Dr. Handsome was in one of those wings. The recognition verified after you blurt out, “Dr. Handsome, haven’t seen you in a while.”

Matt Murdock:

Foggy’s face when you pecked Matt’s lips on the way out was something else.

Foggy knew you longer than Matt had, your parents were friends. He used to watch you when you were little, you would borrow money from him and promise to pay him back. You never did.

So, in the end, it was his fault you even met Matt.

Karen didn’t really care. Compared to his past relationships and his nightlife, a sweet little girl who just had her first drink would be something good for him. She was also your unofficial boss as the office manager. A few ignorant individuals referred to you as “the secretary’s secretary”, you couldn’t choreography how fast all four of you would correct them.

The several weeks you’ve been the new secretary it never occurred to you that the relationship even was a secret from Foggy. You’d arrive at different times but usually leave together. When you didn’t leave together you’d kiss him goodbye or he’d plant softly on your cheek. It just seemed that Foggy was never looking at you when this happened.

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Carol Danvers:

It’s easier to forget about the gap between you when it’s not always present.

It only sometimes leaking out when handed an iPhone or asked to look something up. Her eyebrows squinting together, staring at the screen like it may jump out at her. Looking at the silly cat onscreen, looking back up at you.

“Whose cat is that?” She asks, looking back down at it.

No matter how many times you explain to her that it’s not your cat, nor anyone you know’s cat, she will ask you again.

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