#Bucky literally becomes the white wolf

[botnasty]

The Missing Link

Pornstar!Bucky Barnes X Director!Reader

Words: 2.2k words

Warnings: Smut (Duh), lill past trauma, but sweet ass bucky.

Note: I am getting rid of some of my draft and this was part of it.

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“Where is she? She was the one who begged to do a shoot with him!” It was almost chaos in the house you rented. Everyone was ready for today; the cameras were set up, Bucky Barnes, aka The White Wolf as the porn industry calls him, was in the back getting ready with his fluffer. Everything was set and ready, except for his co-star. She was the one who approached you in the first place, Bucky’s manager, to do this shoot with him. She had begged you for months to be able to do a video with him, and the moment it was supposed to happen, she disappeared.

“Did you contact her manager?” asked one of the cameramen. You almost wanted to roll your eyes. “Of course I did, John. What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? He says he can’t contact her either. She is completely AWOL.” Your hands were almost shaking. You couldn’t just ask everyone who came; unfortunately, they weren’t needed... And Bucky, you made him come out here on his day off. You couldn’t just tell him it was all for nothing.

“Think, think.” You said to yourself as you kept on pacing in the white hallway that led to the bedroom where the shooting was supposed to happen – hopefully. What did your own manager do when you were a pornstar? You sighed and leaned against the wall. He would have done nothing, since he was a sack of shit who literally stole money from you, which was the reason you left being a porn star to become a manager yourself.

Years ago, being a pornstar was some of the worst times of your life. The lack of respect and regulation in the industry made it hard for anyone to truly enjoy what they did. It was a world where exploitation lurked behind the glamor, where your worth was often measured by your ability to perform on camera rather than your humanity. 

But now, times have changed. The industry has evolved, becoming more professional and respectful of its performers. Your own experiences in the past have shaped the way you approach your current role as a manager. You left behind the world of adult entertainment, partly because of the exploitation you faced, but also because of a manager who took advantage of you, stealing money and betraying your trust.

Despite the challenges you faced, you've found a way to navigate the industry with integrity. Your decision to step back into a role you thought you had left behind speaks to your dedication to ensuring the success of this shoot. You're willing to do what it takes to make sure everything goes smoothly, even if it means revisiting a past you'd rather forget.

“Boss, you okay?” You jumped back to see Bucky out of the room that was assigned to his dressing room. He had no shirt on, only a pair of jeans, which was how he was supposed to be in the scene. “Yeah, all is good, but I think you heard about the problem.”

“She still hasn’t shown up?” He tossed his hair back with his hand. “Well, this complicates things… Maybe I could do a solo shoot? It could be a solution,” he grinned, "because I do not think any random co-star will pop out of nowhere.”

You walked closer to him and looked up into his eyes. “You could, but there is also another solution, only if you are comfortable with it…”

It’s like he knew exactly what you were talking about because his eyes widened. “You would do that? But wasn’t your experience in the past something you told me you never would’ve wanted to do again?”

You looked at the time on your phone. “I know, but it would be necessary. We are on contract, and the agency wants a full video, not just a solo one.” You tried your best to keep your voice steady. You trusted Bucky; you knew him ever since he was an amateur in the porn industry, and you knew how he was with all his co-stars. He always tried to make them comfortable, get to know them a little so that when the camera rolled, everything went smoothly.

“You would trust me with that?” He scratched his pec and leaned closer to you as you nodded. “Okay, and I am comfortable doing that with you too, but if at any time, it gets too much, we stop, and I do not care what the agency says. It’s not our fault she didn’t show up.” His eyes went back and forth between yours. “Are we clear?” You wanted to laugh. You were the manager here; you were supposed to be the one comforting and all that, but here he was doing that to you.

“Yeah, big guy, I guess it’s time for me to go get ready. I'll tell everyone it’s almost ‘go’ time. And you,” you pointed at him, “Go back to your fluffer and get ready.” You said with a smile.

He smiled back. “Oh, I do not think I’ll need one for this shoot.”

After the decision is made for you to step in as Bucky's co-star, the atmosphere on set shifts. The initial tension and uncertainty give way to a focused determination to make the best of the situation. As you both prepare for the scene, there's a sense of mutual respect and understanding between you and Bucky, forged through years of working in the industry.

As the cameras start rolling, the room falls into a hushed anticipation, a quiet reverence for the performance about to unfold. You and Bucky stand facing each other, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. The set fades away, and it's just the two of you, locked in a moment that feels both intimate and exhilarating.

Bucky's touch is like fire against your skin, igniting a passion that burns brightly between you. His eyes are intense, filled with a hunger that mirrors your own. Your head is all over the place as to what is about to unfold. You can feel the heat of his body radiating against yours, heightening every sensation, every touch.

"You ready?" Bucky's voice is a low growl, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. His fingers start stroking the skin on your arms.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "More than ready."

He grins, “Well then, let’s start this.” He grabbed your head in his big hands and kissed you on the lips. Never in your life would you have ever thought of being on the receiving end of Bucky Barnes. You had always guiltily imagined it: being his co-star. Your arm traveled around his neck as your other hand explored his tone body. He was so firm at all the right places. You wanted to smirk when you heard him growl as you reached lower and lower.

Suddenly, before you could even reach his bulge, he let go of you. “Get on your knees, baby. Come on.” He let you slide down on your knee as he held to your hair. “Get in out for me.”

“I happily will.” You couldn’t help but say. You licked your lips when you saw a glimpse of the head poking out from the top of his boxer. He was so big, you were already salivating at the thought of having him in your mouth. 

As you pulled down the boxers, his dick springs out, the tip so red it looked uncomfortable. You placed your hands on his thighs and let a drool of spit land on the tip. It’s so thick you couldn’t help but think. You wrapped your hand around the base and you heard his breath hitch. You looked up at him and saw his eyes were dark with desire. “Fuck my face, big guy.” Was the last thing you said before he took your head in his hands and pushed his dick deep inside your mouth, almost choking you. He must have realized his mistake because he asked you: “If it’s too much, tap my thigh twice.” You never did. 

His dick was so heavy in your mouth, so hot. You had never liked sucking your co-star’s dick before, but his dick was now part of the exception. Hesitantly, he let out a low groan, shutting his eyes tightly as he gripped onto your hair even more tightly. His free hand went instinctively towards his chest- covering his heart that was now racing wildly.”Fucking hell, baby. You have such a wet mouth. It feels so good.”

His head fell back slightly, letting out a shaky exhale." Jesus fucking Christ." He muttered, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. A small smile appeared on his lips though as he opened them again.”Squeeze my balls, baby. Grab them in your hands.” As you did a loud groan left his mouth and he suddenly pulled out.

“I was about to cum, baby. Oh, fuck.” You smirked.

“Oh really? And here I thought the big bad wolf had more in him.” You taunted him. You saw a big smirk appear on his face. “Oh, you asked for it baby.” He grabbed you suddenly, a little gasp leaving your mouth, and threw you on the bed.

“Touch yourself. I want to see what you do when you think of my dick every night.” Slowly you brought your hands to your tits, your fingers twisting your nipples as you looked straight in his eyes. You saw him swallowed thickly, still staring at you with an unreadable expression. For a moment, it’s like he was simply watching  you – taking in every detail of your appearance, committing it to memory.

With one last pinch you brought your hand to your clit, never in your life had you been this wet in a shoot. Always, before, the guy needed to use lube with you, but this time, you could feel some wetness dripping down your thighs and also down your ass. It had been such a long time since you’ve felt pleasure at all.

He got on top of you, hid dick in his hand. "I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.” He said loud enough for the camera to pick it up, but in your ears he whispered: “You okay?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You smile, a mix of gratitude and admiration in your gaze. "I'm perfect. You're amazing."

He pecked your lips. “I’m gonna put it in…” He slapped his dick twice against your clip, making you jolt with a moan. The tip of his dick gently breached your opening and already you felt full. He was so big. You placed a hand on his lower back and bit on his neck as he went deeper. “OH, fuck. So fucking tight.”

Your hands grabbed whatever you could have he trusted deep inside of you. The wet sound of sex vibrating in the air, as he kept going. He growled. “I fucking love your pussy.” He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer as he went on his knees. “How come you hid this from me, huh?” You could feel all the ridges of his dick, how veiny it was and the tip always brushing your sweet spot inside in this position. 

You grabbed one of his hands and tried to bring it to your clit. “Please, please, please.” Once he understood, he started rubbing your clit with his thumb as he forced his dic depper in you. Everything was too much.

You let out a moan and tossed your head back, your legs were shaking all over the place. “I can feel you tightening, baby. Are you gonna cum like a good slut on my dick? You are, aren't you.” You tried to nod, but to no avail. Your body was just completely shaking, before you let out a loud moan and you felt your pussy tighten around him. Somehow this was enough to make Bucky Barnes, the man you knew could last for hours, to cum in you. He groaned and moaned as he kept on doing little thrust in you, making all of his cum pooling inside of you just as he fell down on you. Both sweaty bodies against each other and heavy breath mingling.

The room seems to pulse with a shared energy, a connection between you and Bucky that transcends the physical. When the director finally calls "cut," there's a moment of stillness, as if everyone is caught in the spell you've woven.

"You were incredible," Bucky says, his voice filled with genuine admiration and he kissed your cheek. "I couldn't have asked for a better co-star. Maybe we should do this again sometime"

You smile, feeling a sense of pride wash over you, a sense of reborn. "You weren't so bad yourself.”

Thank you so much for reading! PLease do not hesitate to let me know what y'all think:)

[jackiehicks]

‘Best Kept Secret’

Wyatt Lykensen x Reader

request: wyatt x wells!reader with a secret relationship? they're just always sneaking away from friends during school to meet up.

A/N: my first request and it’s a wyatt x reader?? the stars literally aligned for me on this. i hope you guys like it!! this is set after the events of zombies 2 for timeline reasons. don’t get sick of wyatt just yet though, there might be some more content coming your way…

words: 1.6k

content warning: light swearing

y/n smiled at her phone and sighed. she had been dating wyatt for a few months now, but they had decided to keep it secret due to the fact that she was human and he was a werewolf. she knew seabrook was integrated now and the human/zombie/werewolf student body was becoming more familiar by the day, but it was just easier to keep her relationship with wyatt a secret.

she didn’t really know why they kept hush about it. perhaps it was so the two of them would be somewhat left alone by bucky and his aceys who found every opportunity to say something snide and cruel about y/n and her friends. maybe it was the fear of wyatt being shunned by his wolf pack - this was the first time a wolf and a human had started a relationship in well over a century. maybe it was the judgement she would get from her family.

to cut a long story short, y/n was burdened with the surname ‘wells’. not only was her mother the mayor and her father a well-respected zombie patrolman, but she was the twin sister of star cheerleader and monster-activism trailblazer addison wells.

it’s not that addison and y/n didn’t get along, they had been best friends since the day they were born - they practically came out of the womb holding hands - it’s just that y/n had seen everything that addison had gone through last year with her zombie boyfriend zed, and she did not want that for herself and wyatt. zombies were one thing, but werewolves were still a whole other story in seabrook.

on top of all that, y/n was simply never as popular as addison. she always felt like an outsider. where addison hid her natural hair with a blonde wig, y/n always wore her white locks proudly and defiantly. this got her in a lot of trouble with her parents and the school (seriously, being dress-coded for having naturally white hair was a joke) but she didn’t care. she wasn’t like all the other kids at seabrook, why try to fit in?

that’s how y/n and wyatt met, actually. y/n noticed how all of the wolves had streaks of white in their hair, and she was curious. maybe this was why she felt as though she was different from the others? she talked to wyatt about it, learned some interesting things about wolves, learned some interesting things about wyatt, and shared some interesting things about herself. the rest, as they say, is history.

so, y/n and wyatt were seabrook’s best kept secret. when they weren’t miserably hiding their relationship, it was sort of fun. y/n liked the danger of sneaking around with her “scary” boyfriend, and the thought of doing so was more than appealing as she stared down at her chemistry textbook on the table.

she closed the book and picked it up, making her way out of the library, when all of a sudden she felt a hand on her arm and was being pulled round the corner. she yelped just as she came face to face with her boyfriend.

“miss me?”

“wyatt, you frightened me!” she smacked him playfully on the arm.

“come on, i’ll walk you to your locker. you’re not gonna need any books next period.” he grinned as the two of them walked down the hall.

y/n placed the chemistry textbook in her locker as wyatt leaned nonchalant on the lockers next to her.

“where are we even going for our… free period?” he asked in a hushed voice. she smirked at him and shook her head. the halls were completely empty, everyone was already in their next classes.

“this was your idea, honey. i figured you would have a plan.”

“when do i ever have a plan for anything? you’ve been at this school far longer than i have, surely you know some good hiding spots.”

“i don’t know if you remember this, but i’m a wells. i have to be on my best behaviour at all times.”

“god, that’s pitiful. thank god you have me, you’d be so bored otherwise.”

y/n closed her locker and kissed wyatt on the cheek.

“thank god indeed. come on, i think the football field is unoccupied this period.” she grabbed wyatt’s hand as she started to run towards the school’s exit. he laughed loudly as he ran with her, and she shushed him.

y/n and wyatt sat on the bleachers, looking out over the seabrook football field. it was a warm day, as it usually was in their perfect town. wyatt and y/n enjoyed deep conversations in moments like this, no one around them to interrupt them, simply sitting and chatting. wyatt had his fingers interlocked with y/n’s as they spoke.

“you’d think the school would be more monster-friendly” wyatt sighed.

“yeah, i mean eliza was campaigning for zombie language classes which would have been dope, but there’s not much accommodation for zombies outside of what zed’s presidential campaign was going for.”

“and for werewolves… shit, people still won’t look us in the eye half the time.”

y/n smiled softly and squeezed wyatt’s hand. he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“sometimes i think you’re the only one outside of the pack who understands me, sweetheart.” he said. he was only inches away from y/n’s face, it would be so easy to just grab his cheeks and kiss him. so that’s exactly what she did.

y/n’s hands gripped wyatt’s face firmly and she kissed him square on the mouth - only briefly, but it left them both grinning. wyatt returned the favour, kissing her with such force that almost knocked y/n backwards. they laughed against each other’s lips until wyatt pulled away. he had a concerned look on his face, and y/n immediately worried.

“wy, what’s up?”

“not to panic you or anything, but i got a scent.”

“oh god, what is it?”

“smells like jock.”

“oh shit” y/n exclaimed, looking at her phone. there was 5 minutes left of their ‘free period’ and she had totally forgot that the football players and cheerleading squad start their practises early. this wouldn’t be much of an emergency, except for the fact that y/n’s sister was on the cheer team.

“we need to hide, right? if addison or zed sees us-“

wyatt finished her sentence for her. “we won’t be much of a secret anymore, i know. come on, let’s go.”

they made their way down the steps of the bleachers as fast as they could - why the hell did they sit all the way at the top?! - and began to make their way around the corner of the field when they saw the football team and cheer squad about to turn the same corner, with addison and zed leading the crowd.

“under the bleachers!” y/n whisper-shouted and grabbed wyatt’s hand, running to hide under the metal bleachers from her sister’s line of sight. the two were out of breath, quietly laughing with relief.

“you’re almost too good at this ‘keeping secrets’ thing, you know that?” wyatt asked, wrapping his arms around y/n’s waist. she put her arms on his shoulders and began fussing with the soft hair on the nape of his neck.

“oh please, this is a team effort.”

wyatt hummed in agreement as he leaned in for another kiss, but the two were interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing.

“you guys good under there?” zed grinned. addison was standing next to him, trying to hide her smile.

“i don’t know what shocks me more: the fact that you hid your boyfriend from us, or the fact that you skipped class, y/n.” she laughed.

“please don’t tell mom and dad.”

“about your truancy or your secret werewolf boyfriend?” zed interjected. y/n scowled at him.

“if you don’t want me to, i won’t.” addison reassured her. y/n breathed a sigh of relief.

“thank you.”

zed sauntered over to wyatt, putting him in a headlock.

“skipping class, huh? remember what i said about doing it like the zombies do?”

wyatt smacked his arm playfully. “yeah, right. like no zombie has ever cut class before.”

“we follow rules here at seabrook. come on, furball, can’t be missing two classes in a row.”

wyatt sighed as zed let him out of the headlock. he was still getting used to being so buddy-buddy with people outside of the pack, and zed really could be extra sometimes.

“he’s right, actually,” wyatt said to y/n, “we probably should get to our next classes. don’t wanna get caught by anyone else.”

“yeah, you’re right. you go ahead, i’ll catch up.”

wyatt winked at his girlfriend before he began to walk away. y/n turned to her sister, engulfing her in a hug.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you, addy. you have no idea how badly i wanted to. we were just worried what everyone would think. wyatt hasn’t even told his sister either and she’s the alpha werewolf and she’s, like, actually scary.” y/n blabbered, squeezing addison tight. addison laughed.

“sis, it’s okay. i was nervous to tell you about zed and i when we first started dating. don’t stress.”

“ugh, i love you. i really should go though, i don’t wanna be late and i know for a fact wyatt is waiting for me a few feet away.”

addison untangled herself from her sister’s tight squeeze of a hug.

“i love you too, now go!” she spun y/n around by her shoulders and gave her a shove. y/n waved goodbye before she jogged to catch up with wyatt.

zed wiped a fake tear from his eye, “ah, young love.”

“come on, casanova, you’ve got football practise.”

[samwontshare]

Is Bucky a villain in the comics now? It looks like he’s fighting with Steve and Sam.

So there are two parallel Cap runs, Sentinel of Liberty and Symbol of Truth, where both Steve and Sam are Cap at the same time. (You absolutely need to read the two Winter Soldier specials to understand Sentinel of Liberty.)

Bucky is pretending to be a super villain in order to end an evil global conspiracy that’s been controlling world events since the 1920s. They also killed his parents in order to force him into the military as a child and have been using him his entire life to kill people, both before, during, and after he was The Winter Soldier. So he’s like real mad. And he hasn’t slept in weeks so he’s extra unhinged.

The conspiracy, The Outer Circle, was created by a group of people who treat manipulating the world as a game. One player, the Revolution, was intended to stop the game, trying to foil the other players. If one of the players is killed, the killer becomes the new player. The Revolution orchestrated things so that Bucky would kill him and become the New Revolution, hopefully to end the game once and for all.

Steve didn’t want anyone to die and Bucky absolutely wants to kill them all. He shot through Steve to kill the Revolution, which is hilarious because every time Steve is like “Bucky shot me :(“ everyone responds by telling him “well good news is that he didn’t want you dead or you’d be dead so you’re obviously still friends.” And Bucky’s first act as a super villain was literally to get Steve laid by Sharon Carter, like mea culpa bro. Bucky is keeping Steve at arm’s length but is spying on Steve via Peggy Carter. They both had big tears about their fight - they’re like on the outs but not really on the outs.

We don’t know how Sam plays into this yet, but Sam is miffed at Bucky for not telling him Nomad was alive. We don’t know why tho. It’s unclear how Sam gets involved just yet but it’s likely because the White Wolf’s plot will intersect with the Outer Circle.

Essentially, T’Challa’s evil adopted brother, White Wolf, has been trying to ruin Sam’s life for reasons unknown. He’s gotten Sam into several international incidents because Sam infiltrated other nations to stop White Wolf’s terror plots, sometimes with severe consequences. Shuri was so incensed that Sam crossed into Wakanda against her instructions that the council revoked the visas of an entire wave of American immigrants. Meanwhile, White Wolf assassinated a world leader Sam couldn’t save and has injected Joaquín with something that’s making him attack Sam. Like he has a lot of his own problems at the moment and 99 of them are White Wolf, so not sure how it leads to fighting with Bucky yet. Sam’s currently trying to stop White Wolf’s dictatorship of Wakanda’s neighbor, Mohannda.

TL;DR: Bucky’s pretending to be a super villain so he can kill the real super villains, which Steve is upset about because killing is bad. Sam is going toe to toe with White Wolf atm so it’s unclear how he gets involved with Steve and Bucky’s drama.

[meggtheegg]

🔥 I think it was for whole medias but I want your take on Bucky Barnes specifically pls

Ohhhh man the can of worms you have just opened (I adore you)

So I have a few that I’d like to share…

I’m not sure if this is a super hot take, but I love the direction the current comic run is taking him. Both in a joking “he’s in his villain era lol” way but also legitimately in a “he’s finally turning the tables and taking control of his destiny, rather than sitting and wallowing in guilt and grief over things outside of his control” way. He was given a direct, specific, singular cause of pretty much all his trauma, and instead of being made to take the high road, he just…killed the guy and took his place to dismantle his entire corrupt system, so it would never happen to anyone else, again. And I know they’ve been having Bucky say and do some pretty dark stuff, but I also trust that the writers know what they’re doing, and I can’t help but notice that his behavior when he’s alone is vastly different than what it is when he’s around other people, so I can say with near 100% certainty that he is bullshitting everyone, and I’m having a damn good time watching him do it.

As for MCU Bucky, I’ve got a prediction that his story will go in one of three ways: either he’ll settle down with Sarah and kind of disappear from the story, he’ll die some stupid shock-value death, or (and I think this is the one it’s gonna be) the new Nomad series that’s pretty much an open secret? That’ll be Bucky. Because they’ve spent the last several years setting him up as someone who 1: is largely defined and driven by his loyalty, 2: is deeply loyal to Wakanda, but now also Captain America’s partner/found family for a second time around, and 3: is about to be thrown onto a team where the woman in charge is actively trying to start a war between the US and Wakanda. His loyalties are going to be tested and split more than ever, and honestly, I think him becoming sort of a vigilante that operates without a strictly defined allegiance to either makes a lot of sense, and, similarly to the comics, breaks him out of the rut he’s currently in. And, on a meta level, it does feel relevant that the comics are suddenly giving him that same sort of vigilante angle and tying him really closely in with their Nomad and White Wolf, despite having little to no prior connection with them. Not to mention that Sebastian Stan is becoming an increasingly famous actor whose name actually has some pull, so Marvel writing him off now just seems like a poor choice, considering he’s shown no signs of wanting to leave. I think he’s had the longevity, at this point, that Bucky will only get a real, final ending once he decides he wants to move onto other things.

Also, this might age like milk, but I don’t think they’re dumb enough to substitute Yelena into the comic BuckyNat storyline. If anything, I could see her being somehow related to him, whether that be literally or metaphorically, and having more of a family dynamic that maybe causes some turmoil with Alexei and the rest of the Thunderbolts. Because not only has she shown zero interest in romance (as she shouldn’t, being aroace in the comics) but I really think he and Sarah are ultimately going to be endgame (assuming, again, that he doesn’t die horribly).

[logicalstansadvice]

Yeah…the person who mentioned that he sounded like he was giving Bucky up. He literally said once that “he was dead”….

He can’t talk about stuff that hasn’t been announced yet. Especially Marvel stuff. I still think he’s going to be in Captain America 4. We haven’t even met the White Wolf yet.

Anon #2: I'm pretty sure the WS will be in the Thunderbolts. Just because he was all heroic at the end of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier doesn't mean he truly feels like a hero. Plus it's now Captain America and the Winter Soldier... he never changed. Maybe he has an identity crisis and becomes an Anti-Hero? It would be a better arc then the half assed one they gave him in the series and could lead him to take on his White Wolf persona at the end of it all. It also explains why he's so quiet on the Bucky front, he always gets tight lipped when he knows something, he plays off like he's oblivious then we find out he's known stuff for months. For an actor, Seb can't lie for shit. I'm here for it, i hope it happens 😁

Anon #3: Bucky is back to being the Winter Soldier and working with other vilains?? What happened to his whole redemption arc in FATWS and him saying he is no longer the WS? // The Thunderbolts started as villains who pretended to be heroes but over time morphed into a team of antiheroes—people working for the govt in gray areas that “regular” heroes wouldn’t. They were started by Thunderbolt Ross (played by William Hurt in the MCU) but he’s no longer with us, plus they seem to have set up Val (Julia Louise Dreyfuss) to play that role anyway. She’s already recruited John Walker and Yelena. I can see Zemo in the Thunderbolts as well (and he led them for a time in the comics). I can’t see Bucky wanting to work for the govt, much less be on the same team as Walker and Zemo (!) but oh man, it would be sooooo entertaining. Imagine the banter!!! 😂

Anon #4: What happened to his whole redemption arc in FATWS and him saying he is no longer the WS? istg it’s like Marvel just doesn’t know what to do with this character // Except we don't know the plot yet? His redemption arc could very well continue in Thunderbolts. They're more like reformed villains than straight up villains, so I can totally see Bucky leading them as a guide towards redemption. Also, Kari Skogland said there was more to come in terms of the Winter Soldier name when asked why it didn't change by the end of TFATWS. Perhaps he will reclaim the Winter Soldier title by turning it into something good.

Anon #5: "I still think from the way Seb talks, like that last one with Aniston, Bucky’s days are over. Notice that he doesn’t seem to have more interest than he used to" Anon, he's not going to act all excited. Like Neve Campbell, Seb knows his worth now, and he's not going to turn down, for example, shooting a rom-com with JA or MR next summer so he can have another half-assed role as plot-point Bucky. If they give him an actual star turn as Bucky, pretty sure he'd be happy to do it.

Anon #6: Bucky doesn't make sense in the Thunderbolts because he's no longer a villain. He's a hero, it makes no sense. I don't think he's going to be in it. // there is a storyline where all the villains actually reform and do good deeds. Maybe they're gonna write the script based on that? In an article from Deadline apparently several actors already in the MCU have been contacted about the movie to keep their schedules clear for next summer.

Anon #7: And if he does know something by now (which I suppose he does), he won't give anything away until Marvel makes their official announcements. // Yep. Also, the Deadline article says that Marvel is already talking to some of the MCU actors to make sure they'll be free to shoot Thunderbolts next summer, so if Bucky is in it they certainly have already reached out to Seb, considering he must be getting a lot of offers right now because of all the attention he's been getting.

Anon 3...the banter would be A-1 😂!

One ask got swallowed up in the copy/paste, the one with Bucky grumbling about "the kids", sorry! But yes anon, that would extremely funny.

Remember the scene at lunch with Yori? "Wow, so young." 🤣

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[bonky-n-steeb]

call me when you want (iii)

summary || when you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

warnings || BDSM, Dom! Bucky Barnes, dom/sub dynamics, phone sex, dirty talk, identity porn. ANGST… MINORS DNI.

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You were thinking too much.

You weren’t able to sleep the entire night; tossing and turning and thinking. You had to do something before things went downhill and you had to do it now.

You had started to catch feelings for James. And your life was complicated as it is, to even entertain the possibility of James entering it.

On top of that, you had no idea who James was. Knowing he has a nipple piercing didn’t really tell any shit about him. He could be a psychopath for all you knew, though he didn’t sound like one.

It wasn’t that you were in love with James or anything. But if you continued talking with him, you were sure you’d fall for him. Which you couldn’t risk.

So after hours of careful thinking, you’d come to the decision of calling James and ending things with him. All you had to do was place a call and tell him.

It was probably too early, but you didn’t trust yourself to deny him at night. Just then, as if the gods heard you, your phone rang. Without looking at the name, you answered it.

“Hello.” A gruff, hoarse, and a very familiar voice came through. “James?” You sat straight up in your bed. Why had he called you now?

“Yeah it’s me. Could you come in like an hour early today?” Your eyes widened with confusion. Where were you supposed to go? All you and James did was chat and call. “Come where?”

“Really? Why can’t you answer me straight for once in your life.” He chuckled. “Anyway, I want you to come to work an hour early, is that possible?”

You were sleep deprived as it is, and on top of that what the fuck was James talking about? “James what work are you talking about? Don’t we like….” You didn’t complete the sentence and let it hang in the air.

“Are you okay? You remember the avengers right? You work with us. Have you forgotten it? Or are you just too sleepy?” Did James know who you actually were? It was supposed to be anonymous, Fuck!

“Ja.. James… what the fuck? How do you know where I work? I knew it! I knew you were some creepy stalker. God what have I gotten myself into!” You were supposed to say the last two lines in your head but you blurted it out.

“What stalker? You work with me! I’m Bucky!” That very instant, you brought the phone, previously glued to your ear, in front of your eyes and blew a breath through your teeth. It was Bucky.

“Holy fuck! Bucky! It’s you!” You were glad he wasn’t mad, as he started laughing on the other end. “Yeah it’s me. Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. White wolf…”

“I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else. Your voice is very similar to him and his name is James too.” you chewed your lip with worry. Why was their voice literally the same? Was Bucky the same James you talked to?

No. You were just too sleep deprived. Bucky couldn’t possibly be your dom. There weren’t so many coincidences in real life. But then hadn’t Natasha given you the phone number?

“So…. Are you coming?” You snapped out of your thoughts. “Yeah. I’ll come. Thanks for informing me.” Why had they called you early? “Anytime, doll.”

You released a breath you were holding the moment you hung up. What the hell was that? You had a million questions going through your mind, and they all had only one answer.

You scrolled through your contact list, and dialled James’ number, and checked it thrice to ensure it was James only.

On the other hand, Bucky was laughing his ass off. He was currently in a meeting with Nick Fury, and on his order had called you. Fury and Bucky were discussing a very important mission and it was necessary to have your involvement.

“What happened?” Fury had never seen Bucky laugh so much. “Nothing. But she’s coming early, we will talk to her then.” Fury nodded and Bucky excused himself from the meeting.

A part of him felt bad for you, he really did. But the incident was more funnier than sad. You had almost caught him, and he wasn’t prepared if you had; but gladly you didn’t.

He was walking through the halls and when his other phone, the one he used for the sex hotline, rang. He quickly walked into his cabin before checking it. He wasn’t expecting it to be your call.

“Hey!” He cleared his throat and purposely made his voice an octane deeper. “Are you free right now?” Your voice was unsure and though he had work, he always had time for you.

“Yeah. Is everything okay?” You only ever talked at night, something must been very important for you to call him. “Actually I wanted to talk to you about… us.” Bucky gulped at your tone and prepared himself for the inevitable.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

You clutched the phone to your ears and you didn’t know why but you were shedding tears. If felt like a breakup, or rather if felt much more intimate than a break up.

You had shared a part of yourself in front of James which you hadn’t ever shown anyone. You had been vulnerable, stripped to your barest essence, and James had held your hand throughout it.

It might not mean much to him; but to you it was everything. And you didn’t want to continue such a beautiful story and end it in misery and pain.

“Can I ask you why?” Bucky was trying his best to control his voice from breaking. He knew you’d be too shy to come to him in real life, so those phone calls meant a lot to him. 

“It’s just…. It’s just that I’m falling for you. I’ve started listening to your voice where I shouldn’t be and I constantly think about you. You’re a wonderful man James, and it’s getting difficult for me to not love you.”

Bucky could hear you sniffling and it broke his heart. “Maybe you could meet me. We could get to know each other. Because you too are making it difficult for me to not fall in love with you.”

“I… we can’t do that.” You didn’t have it in yourself to meet James face to face. All this time you’d been imagining Bucky and distorting that fantasy would hurt you.

You felt liked you’d used James for your stupid fantasy. It was just supposed to be sex; there shouldn’t have been any feelings involved.

And you weren’t sure if you really liked James or if you liked the image of James you’d created in your head. And it was more unfair to James than to you.

“I wish things were different.” You sobbed into the phone. “I wish that too.” You both stayed silent after that, just basking in the presence of each other.

“Take care of yourself baby doll.” He still cared so deeply for you, even after you were abruptly ending it all. It made you feel guiltier. “I’ll never regret meeting you James. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Bucky knew he was going to see you in an hour in the office, but still ending the phone call felt too much for him. With a final goodbye, you ended the call.

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“Are you serious?” You hadn’t thought you’d ever ask this question to Nick Fury out of all the people in the world. That man was always serious, but you couldn’t believe what he was asking at the moment.

“You want me to go on a mission?” You asked incredulously. “Yes.” Was Fury’s short and precise reply. “But I’m not an agent! I’m just a writer, that’s all.”

You were surprised to find out that the reason Bucky had called you in early was to ask you to go for a mission. That too undercover.

Like you were bad at hiding your identity at a sex hotline. And these people were expecting you to go undercover in an actual mission.

“You have Natasha, Wanda and like a hundred other shield agents. Why me?” This day was getting weirder by the second.

“Because they have records of all the other agents. Including Natasha and Wanda. These people are dealing with nuclear weapons and they know who they are going against.

You’re the only person we can trust and at the same time get the work done. If we fail, the world will be in danger. So, are you doing this?”

“You cannot use words like that and expect me to say no. Hell yeah I’m doing it.” Except you, only Fury, Bucky and Steve were there and the room collectively sighed with relief.

“But what’s the mission and what am I supposed to do?” Now it was Bucky who spoke up. “It’s not really much. We are to pose as a couple to enter the party and once we are in, all you have to do is distract Jason Ford.”

Ford was the dealer who had arranged the party in the first place. “Oh. Distract him?… and Wait! What do you mean by we?” You were going with Bucky?

“I’ll be posing as your date and while you distract him, I’ll steal the blueprints of their plan.” You stared at his face for a whole minute before the meaning of his words seeped in.

“You?” You wanted to say more but you stopped right there. “If you don’t want him, I can come too.” Bucky never wanted to make Steve shut up more than now for giving this stupid advice.

Bucky was the one who had suggested your name to Fury. And now Steve was being an ass and destroying everything. “No Rogers you can’t. Everyone knows you.”

“But then what about you? Won’t they recognise you Bucky?” Bucky just smirked and shook his head. “Nope. I’m not an official avenger yet, so the databases don’t have my name and therefore they don’t have any idea I work here.”

“Okay. But what do you mean by distract? Please tell me it’s not what I’m thinking.” What were they gonna make you do? “It’s nothing too much, just keep him company until Bucky comes back.”

“Oh. Okay then. We’ll go.” The smile Bucky gave was what could only be described as a million watt smile. He couldn’t wait to have you alone.

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“How do I look?” You were wearing a very elegant and stylish dress which was all funded by the agency and you were having full blown thoughts of stealing it.

“Gorgeous.” You look so good I want to fuck you hard right over the hood of our car, was more like it but Bucky didn’t say it aloud. Since the moment he had seen you today, all he had were nasty thoughts.

Being your date, at least he could place his hand on your lower back. He wanted much more, but for the time being, he decided to be content in what he had.

“Is that… is that him?” You asked in a mellow voice so that only he could hear. You were pointing at a man seated on a the lavish sofa surrounded with bodyguards.

“That’s Ford. Keep him busy till I come back. To get to the blueprints, I’ll have to take down a few of his men. I’ll try my best, but someone might alert him so make sure he doesn’t move. Because if he does, the rest of his bodyguards will come for me too. Is that clear?”

You were nervous and your heart was beating in you throat, but you had agreed to do this and you weren’t backing down. “Okay. Take care Bucky.”

“You too. And don’t do something you don’t want to do.” This. This right here was why you’d fallen in love with him. You were his priority, always.

You smiled at each other and parted ways. Your legs were actually shaking as you walked up to the couch. The man was very intimidating and you didn’t even want to think of the consequences if something went wrong.

You somehow wanted to get his attention. But you didn’t get a chance to ponder more as the very next second, you tripped over your own feet.

You were expecting your face you connect with the ground but strong arms wrapped around your hands to stop you from falling. You looked up to see none other than Jason holding you up.

What a way to catch attention. “I’m sorry.” He gave you a sugary sweet smile; for which you would’ve fallen for, if you didn’t know he was illegally dealing bombs.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, darling. Why don’t you join me?” This is exactly what you were waiting for. “Okay.” You tried to say as normally as possible despite literally shaking with fear.

You were sweating all over as you sat besides him. You hoped Bucky did everything quickly and just came back. You weren’t even wearing comms so that no one would catch you being a spy.

Jason’s hand was leisurely resting on your shoulder and it was making you more uncomfortable than relaxed. He was busy talking with his group of rich assholes and you were glad as you didn’t really have much to say.

Some time passed and you started keeping an eye out for Bucky. Just then, you noticed a bodyguard speaking worriedly into his comms. You wanted to listen but the loud music didn’t allow you.

The guard turned to talk with Jason, but seeking the opportunity, you jumped directly into his lap. “Oh my my. What an eager little thing we got here.” You tried giving him your best smile but you weren’t sure how good it was.

“I have to take the wheel, because you just aren’t talking with me.” You were coming out more desperate than seductive. But it was somehow working. “You’re just my type. A little clumsy bird who’s forgotten her place.”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.” You wanted to slap this guy on his face, yet you managed a sugary smile. “You’ve got a mouth on you. I like it.”

Why was this dumbass liking everything you did? The guard tried to approach Ford, but you simply placed your fingers on his cheek and pulled him towards you.

“You’re not going anywhere when I’m with you.” His hands started travelling below your shoulders and rested on your back. “Alright baby.”

His hands were just about to travel a little too below, when the guard got annoyed by you and bent low to whisper in his boss’ ear. “The prints have been stolen from the vault.” You were sitting close enough to hear that too.

At that very second, Jason stood up, not caring that you were still sitting on his lap. You sat back on the couch as he pushed you aside and walked away in a hurry.

You were glad that Bucky had done his work. But where was he now? You looked around to finally see him standing in the middle of the room, staring holes right in your back.

Almost everybody else had left the couch since Ford left. You quickly got up and walked towards Bucky. His jaw was clenched tight and his hands were forming fists. Why was he so angry?

“Why were you sitting on his lap?” You didn’t expect that to be the first thing he’d ask. “Ummm, because that was what I was supposed to do…” Bucky just rolled his eyes and you had no idea what went wrong.

“Oh really? Anyway, we need to get out of here, now.” With that he took your arm and started walking. Once outside, you didn’t even wait for the valet and directly went for your car.

You both stayed quiet until he started the car and drove a safe distance away. Making yourself safe was more important than bickering and getting yourselves killed.

“Are you mad at me for doing my job?” He shifted his focus and looked at you. “That’s not your job.” You audibly gasped at him. “Well, that’s not what I remember Fury telling me.”

“You were just supposed to keep him busy; not fuck him.” The audacity of this man. “Excuse me? What the fuck was that for? How else was I supposed to have his attention? By clown dancing?”

“You were sitting in his lap with his face in your hands, now that didn’t make a better picture.” He was still looking at you instead of the road.

“Look ahead or you’ll crash us! And I was doing my job. And I did it perfectly well. Have you though?” He turned around back to road and answered in a gruff tone. “Yes. I have the prints. We have to report back to the compound first.”

“Yeah right. But you wouldn’t have been able to do your work if I had messed up mine. And still you have to fight with me instead of thanking me. Today you’re being an ungrateful ass, Bucky.” That really got on his nerves.

“God, I’ll fuck the brat out of you.”

Silence.

Your mouth was hanging open as you stared with wide eyes at Bucky. Did he really just say that? Bucky blew out a breath and was just going to apologise when you changed his decision.

“Fuck me then.” Bucky really wanted to stop the car right then and actually fuck you. “Is that what you really want?” Concentrating on the road was so difficult for him at the moment.

“Yes.” Your tone was breathy and you were practically squirming in your seat. You were suddenly wet from Bucky’s demanding tone and you desperately wanted his dick in you.

“You’re gonna regret being a brat.” You bit your lip and Bucky smirked. The air was now thick with lust and want. “Or maybe I won’t.”

[idy-ll-ique]

Beach Day.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Mutual Pining

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: White clothing gets transparent in water... poor Y/N doesn't know that.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! This is kinda crack fic + fluff lmao ok enjoy!

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Ah, what a perfect day to be on a beach.

Bucky smiled softly as he sipped on his beer, the sunshine and the sound of flowing water doing wonders for his mood. The Avengers had taken a mini-vacation of sorts, opting to spend a weekend by the seaside. A trip sponsored by Tony Stark. It was a shame Natasha and Wanda couldn't join in, they had a mission to go to. Y/N was the most upset.

"Don't leave me with so much testosterone, I will die," she had whined at the time which made everyone laugh. Currently, he was sitting on a beach lounge chair alongside Steve, Sam, Tony, Thor, Loki and Clint. Y/N was inside still, changing, he guessed. "Guys!" At the feminine voice, he turned and nearly choked on his drink. "Whoa."

"Looking good, Y/L/N," Tony whistled shamelessly and Y/N blushed, the colour spreading down her body. She was dressed in a white bikini that she had purchased for the trip; it looked really good on her. "Thank you, Stark," she quipped back before heading towards the waters. Bucky blinked. Surely she wasn't going into the water wearing that…

"Y/N?"

She turned. "What?" Sam and Clint shared looks. "You going for a swim?" Sam asked and she nodded, a bright smile lifting her face. "It's been ages since I last swam!" Tony sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Are you sure you want to swim wearing that?" he groaned tiredly, causing Y/N to blink. "It's… a bikini, Tony, that's the whole point," she spoke slowly.

The 7 men glanced at each other. "Okay, then, you do you," Tony spoke and she left, stepping into the water. "If you don't date her I will, Barnes, consider this a warning," Clint breathed out once she was out of earshot. "You are married, Barton," Bucky rolled his eyes. "That's why I said it is a warning," Clint snapped back.

"I— I don't know how to ask her," Bucky admitted, playing with the bottle of beer in his hands. "Just ask her! What's the worst that could happen? Knowing Y/N— what a sweet little angel— she'll probably lay you down gently." Bucky groaned as Steve clamped a hand over Tony's mouth, shutting him. "Stop making it worse!" Tony pushed the hand away.

"Do you really think she's going to reject me?" All of them turned to Y/N, who hadn't strayed far from the group. She was alone, flinging the water here and there, laughing to herself. That warmed their hearts, Y/N was really sunshine in a bottle. "Any girl would be a fool," Sam hyped him, raising a bottle in mock toast. Bucky gave him a half-smile.

All of a sudden, they heard a squeal coming from Y/N. Their heads whipped towards her and saw her talking to some guy. Well, more like him trying to ask her out while she said no. Apparently, he wasn't listening. "Hey, asshole! Away from her!" Tony yelled obnoxiously and Bucky winced when the two people looked over. Great, she's gonna be mad at us for creating a scene.

The guy, recognizing the Avengers, fled. Y/N turned to Tony. "Thanks!" she called out before continuing her shenanigans. "The nerve of some people," Steve huffed, Loki and Thor nodding in agreement. Bucky, meanwhile, continued staring at her, shocked. She wasn't mad? Oh well, that's… nice. Suddenly, she looked up, right at him.

Freezing for a second, he managed an awkward smile and waved at her. She waved back before waving her arm, asking him to join her in the water. He gently shook his head and pointed to his arm, smiling sheepishly. Understanding his shyness, Y/N nodded and grinned at him before she started with her first lap of swimming.

"You should've gone."

"Shut up."

As Y/N swam around in the cool waters, she thought back to her conversation with the guys. Why were they so reluctant to let her swim? And whatever did Tony mean by wearing that? It was a nice bikini; a bit skimpy, sure, but it looked nice on her. So what was his problem? Shaking her head, she instead thought about Bucky. Bucky Barnes, the White Wolf, the man she wanted to go on a date with…

He had many names. Y/N had had a crush on Bucky ever since she joined the Avengers, not knowing that Bucky reflected her feelings. After a few laps, Y/N decided the water was getting too cold and she needed to step out. So she started walking towards the beach again, the water level going from her chest, to her stomach, to her hips and eventually her ankles as her feet hit dry sand.

"Y/N!"

At the loud and sharp yell she froze, her eyes darting to where her friends were seated, paralyzed. They were all staring at her with mostly the same expressions; eyes wide with mortification, jaws dropped. Then she saw Steve running towards her. She blinked at him as he wrapped a towel around her, easily picking up the Y/N burrito and walking towards the others.

"Y/N, what the fuck was that?"

Steve set her down on her feet. "What did I do?" she asked meekly, moving to drop the towel but 7 voices shouted out in unison, "No!" She pulled the towel on tighter and shook her head, going inside her room. Bucky breathed out a sigh, quickly moving to hide his boner with the bottle of beer he was holding. "She is literally so—"

"Does she not know that—"

"She probably doesn't—"

That white clothes get transparent in water.

When she had stepped out of the water, her bikini was clinging to her body but what caught his, or rather everyone's attention was that her nipples were completely on display, the perked buds clear as day through the top. No wonder all of them reacted the way they did. They stared at each other, the silence getting uncomfortable.

"Oh, man…" Tony whistled finally, running a hand through his hair. "Think about something else," Steve suggested but try as he might, he couldn't get the image of her body out of his mind. Soon, conversation started floating between them again but Bucky kept quiet, staring at the sea, lost in thoughts. "Hey guys, have you seen my fanny pack anywhere?"

Bucky looked up and saw her standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at them with an innocent expression on her face. Her towel was long gone, she was still in the bikini and God, it's still wet, look away Bucky, look away— "Y/N, what the hell, go inside! We'll find it later, just— just go inside," Clint chided and she frowned but stormed off.

Bucky, not being able to bear the look on her face, followed her. The rest of them shrugged and decided not to disturb the two for a few hours. Bucky knocked on the door to her room and, finding out it was open, nudged it apart. He peeked into the room to make sure she was not changing and found her sitting on the bed. "Y/N?" She sniffled and he walked inside, closing the door behind him.

"Y/N, don't cry, come on…"

She was still in that stupid bikini. Noticing the towel from earlier draped over the back of a chair, he picked it up and walked to her, putting it around her. "Why are they being rude?" she whispered and Bucky sighed, putting an arm around her. He gently squeezed. "They were not being rude, they were being overprotective." She didn't look convinced.

"Do I not look good?" He sighed again. "You do look good, it's just… Y/N, you really don't know, do you?" She blinked at him, confused. "What do I not know?" He went pink. "White— white clothing becomes transparent in water and, uh— uh… your, um… nipples were… uhm… very visible through the top," he stammered and a look of understanding crossed her face.

Then she blushed furiously. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't know—" He shook his head. "It's fine. Maybe just wear a t-shirt before coming out again, okay?" She nodded before grabbing a random t-shirt off the bed; all the guys, before going out to the beach, had left a t-shirt each in Y/N's room, hoping for a quick change since her room was the closest.

Thinking it was her t-shirt, she stood up and dropped the towel. The t-shirt went down to her knees and her head tilted to the side; when did her shirt become so long? When she glanced at Bucky, he was smiling at her, amusement shining in his eyes. "What?" she asked as one of the sleeves dropped to her elbow, the neckline plunging in that direction.

One bikini strap showed on the shoulder. "You look good in my t-shirt, doll." A deep blush spread across her face. She moved to take it off but he stopped her. "Keep it on, it looks good on you. Hell, keep it forever." His words… "Buck, you need this—" "Trust me, I don't. How about this, when we go home, you raid my wardrobe because holy hell, my stuff looks good on you."

Y/N flushed deeper. Why was he acting all flirtatious all of a sudden? "I'm not raiding your whole wardrobe, Bucky." He frowned momentarily. "I thought girlfriends raided their boyfriends' wardrobes all the time." Her eyes snapped up and met his; he held a confident smirk on his face this time. "Wait… Barnes, are you asking me out?" He nodded and she squealed.

"Yes!" She rushed forward and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. He did not hesitate to kiss her, his hands landing on her butt as he caressed the soft flesh. Y/N's hands ended up in his hair, combing through the long locks. "I do have some rules, baby," he whispered as he led her to the bed, setting her down. He climbed on top of her and smirked again.

"What?"

"Number one: I'm throwing that fucking bikini away."

"Buck, why?!"

"No white bikinis allowed because I don't want people staring at what's mine."

"Ugh, deal."

"Good. Now, where was I? Oh yes… you and I are gonna have some fun before we go out now, okay? Be quiet for me…"

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[yellowspiralbound]

If I see someome say they hated the Black Widow movie because of Taskmaster (a single character mind you) I will assume they were always going to hate it and were looking for a reason to. And if you come at me saying "I just wanted him to be comic accurate" shut the fuck up.

There are TONS of characters that are altered for the MCU. Why aren't you mad about Bucky becoming White Wolf? Monica being nerfed? Thanos not wanting to bone death? Deadpool not being shown as pansexual? Hank and Janet not being OG Avengers? Clint not being deaf and having a wife? Why are you ONLY upset about Taskmaster being different?

And honestly if TASKMASTER was what you were focusing on during a movie that is literally an allegory for human trafficking, you are unable to critically consume media. Like fucking Hel.

And here's the real reason I think some of you are so up in arms about Taskmaster: She scared you more than Dreykov ever could.

Men don't grow up being taught to fear men like Dreykov. You aren't warned to stay in groups so don't get picked off to be sold. You don't put keys between your fingers and keep pepper spray in your purse. You weren't scared of the real villain, you need something physical to fear. Because to you guys, there's nothing scary about a man in power. Most AFAB people didn't give a shit about Taskmaster because we all understood that she wasn't the main villain.

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It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

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Suddenly, Steve found himself having to buy and wear a different ugly Christmas sweater every day of December, and as Captain America, it was all a little embarrassing and slightly awkward.

But when he meets the owner of White Wolf Apparel, and is charmed to within an inch of his life by the gorgeous blue eyed brunette, Steve decides that losing the bet might actually mean in the end - he wins.

You Make Me Feel...: 21k words

All Steve wanted was to take a breather, decompress after a mission and go out for a jog in the rain. He wasn't expecting to hide out in a bookstore filled with new and used books or that the employee that worked there thought he was an absolute loser and didn't even realize he was insulting Captain America.

The Settler: 52k words

“What do you want to do?”

Steve pauses and looks at them.

What he wants is to stay with them. He doesn't have any family left, they all died before he even joined the war and became... this. Captain America turned whatever he is now. But Natasha and Sam have become his family over the years. Not just because they're on the run together, fugitives and vigilantes, but way before that too.

He doesn't want to leave that.

But he knows that, realistically, he can't stay with them and they can't stay with him.

So he looks at them with a smile and lies. “I don't know.”

OR; In which Steve retires and finally finds a place to call home.

perfectly right wrong number: 31k words

It all starts because Steve is too dumb to handle his smartphone.

A wrong number AU in which Bucky Barnes doesn't enter Steve's life (meaning: Bucky wasn't born until the eighties, but Steve is still Captain America) until Steve accidentally dials the wrong number. Wherein there is a lot of texting, some advice via Natasha and Darcy, a bit of pining, and a first date in an amusement park. Oh, and on top of being a disabled veteran, Bucky is a professional catwalker. Literally.

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[vidavalor]

Sambucky-related title thoughts...

Just thinking about Bucky being a post-colon subtitle chapter of Steve's story but an 'and' partner in Sam's story now-- twice over.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Captain America and The Winter Soldier

I know at the time that TFATWS/CAATWS finale aired, a lot of people loved the switch to Captain America for Sam (myself included) but were confused why Bucky didn't at least get his own name at the end. Many of us wanted The White Wolf or, at least, Bucky Barnes but there's another reason for them choosing to leave it as The Winter Soldier that I think got overlooked: the intentional nod to the name of the second Captain America movie.

Changing the name of the show to Captain America and The Winter Soldier at the end is *almost* just calling the show the same thing as Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Why would you do something that close to what you named something before? Because it's close but it's *not the same thing*. You want people to notice the difference. Their point was to make you notice that in Steve's Captain America stories-- in which Bucky appeared in all three installments and his story was about a constant loss of his own personal power, autonomy and control, in the exact opposite of Steve's story-- that Bucky is only elevated as far as the subtitle. He's a chapter title in Steve's story. He's not his own main character. (Not to mention Sam literally never even gets to be the subtitled character, despite being in 2/3rds of the Steve-centric Captain America stories.)

But when the story becomes about Sam and Bucky and when the story is Sam's journey to becoming Captain America? In Sam's world, Bucky is not a contrasting character. He's not one of perpetual disempowerment. He's a main character in his own story in his own right and Bucky very much sees Sam the same way. The two supporting characters now being main characters is reflected in both of their names showing up in the show's title, for sure, but it's their mutual relationship-- how much they seek to support one another and approach life as a team, putting one another first despite how bumpy things can get-- that make it so that their story is given an 'and' between their names. It's their story, together.

The end title change then to Captain America and The Winter Soldier is furthering this theme. Sam has now taken up the same mantle that Steve once held and it's an elevated position in the whole superhero character hierarchy. Just like the plot of the show illustrates, though, that Sam's story is a team story, a family story. His approach will be different. In the world where Sam is Captain America, the title of his evolution towards that is Captain America *and* The Winter Soldier-- Sam and the man who is now on a journey overall opposite to the one he had in Steve's movies and whom Sam sees as and treats as a partner.

This isn't to say that Cap 4 might not bring in a colon to the title situation but I would be willing to bet that if it does, it's a thematic or location subtitle-- like Captain America: The First Avenger or Thor: Ragnarok were. If the second half of the title is relating to Bucky, though, I'd be willing to bet that we're past the colon stage forever here. It's basically inevitable at this point that some future Sam and Bucky canon-- another series, a future Captain America movie, whatever ends up happening-- is going to be called Captain America and The White Wolf. If the subtitle relates to Bucky, it's going to have an 'and' in there.

Steve's Cap movies were centered around him with Sam and Bucky as supporting characters. Sam's Cap movies elevate Bucky to a main character in his own right and Sam would have it no other way.

[misssharrington]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝

pairing || bucky barnes x oc!anastasia petrovna

warnings || fluffy fluff fluff

word count || 853

summary || bucky just wants to love alpine, but anya came along. then, bucky just wants to love anya, but alpine came along.

a/n || this is my first one of these i hate it so much wdnkwn oh well

masterlist meet my oc's

bucky has a problem

he's overly attached to his cat

and he knows it

bucky barnes is the winter soldier. he's the white wolf. he fought nazis. he's been in multiple wars. he was one of the worlds most deadly assassins and wanted persons. he has skeletons in his closet

but then he got alpine

at first it was normal. cute, even, to see this burly, grumpy man go all soft when the ball of fluff would make it's place in his lap

alpine would follow him everywhere

everywhere

the bathroom, the gym, even the goddamn coffee shop downtown

and he would pretend to hate it, but he really loved it

then, before he knew it, he was doing everything with this cat

having a bath? alpine was there. going for a run? alpine was there. even on a mission? alpine wasn't just there, he was helping

y'all ever watch new girl? we have a winston and ferguson situation

and then anya entered the avengers lives

bucky knew her from the red room days, she didn't know he remembered, but he did

they both avoided each other for obvious reasons

but when bucky woke up one morning and alpine wasn't snuggled up next to him, that was over

and when he walked into the kitchen to find anya making breakfast for the both of them, he was not happy to say the least

in true bucky fashion, he just brooded instead of saying something

but alpine stopped coming on morning runs with him, and started having breakfast with anya. he stopped watching tv with bucky and started staying with anya in the gym.

bucky got increasingly moody, to the point where sam couldn't stand it anymore, cussing him out constantly

bucky just wanted his kitty back :(((

smash cut to bucky and anya finally being together

and he noticed why alpine loved being around her

because she was a literal cat herself

she napped a lot, she was feisty, sometimes bossy, she loved expensive foods, etc

i could go on

anyway, he finally got his kitty and his girl back all at once

and he was content with his two favourite specimens in the world, until he wasn't

let me set the scene

it's saturday night, bucky and anya are snuggled up in bed, all warm and cozy, the only thing lighting up the dim bedroom being the screen of the tv playing some sort of classic disney movie. bucky was so comfortable he felt paralyzed, unable to move, to disturb the peace. the sound of the angelic singing and the feeling of anya's presence in his arms, bucky was in heaven. his head is buried in a place between her neck and her hair, and he starts to place soft kisses all along her velvety skin. she turns her face to his and-

"meow"

a wild alpine appears

the cat dead ass pushes itself between them, so he's snuggled with anya's neck on one side of him and bucky's face on the other

anya just giggles, but mr barnes is not happy

because this was not the first time, and definitely not the last

the shit sam gives him for having a cock-blocking cat

he loves his cat, he really does, but when he walked in on alpine and anya laying in bed, alpine on his side, sprawled out as if claiming it his own, giving him a smug look as if to say "good luck getting some tonight"

enough was enough

"alright that's it! we need to talk about the cat!" he shouts

anya is confused at first, but then catches on. bucky tried to tip toe around the situation, but of course english isn't her first language, and so it went something like

"we haven't- uh- been together- lately-"

"but we are together right now?"

"no- uh- we haven't been together alone."

"but it is just us?"

"no, anya, we haven't been together without the cat-"

"because he is our cat-"

"anya the cat's cock blocking me!"

oh. she gets it now.

"i wanna have sex but the cat- he's- the cat's- he's always there!" he whines

"oh, bucky, you have the blue balls?" she says in her thick russian accent

"yes." he mumbles, collapsing onto the bed

needless to say anya takes care of this situation very quickly

"natalia take this cat" she says, appearing out of thin air and holding alpine towards the redhead like a rag doll

"okay? why?"

"bucky has the blue balls"

they say sam and steve's laughter could be heard throughout all of new york

sam calls him blue-ball bucky now

but at least their little problem is sorted out

in other words, nat is on babysitting duty a lot

a lot

sometimes she even wanders how they do it

also, nat having alpine has now become the new 'sock on the door during sex' symbol

"nat, have you seen buck-" sees nat playing with alpine in her lap "nevermind"

thats it the end

[mrslilyrogers]

Betrayal Part 7

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: (AU) Set in New York. You and Bucky have been married for 5 years. He’s the love of your life and you are his. At least, you thought you were until he started slipping away from you, coming home late and smelling of another woman’s perfume? You are in denial. Are you just losing your mind or are you really losing him?

Author’s notes: I’m so so sorry this took so long! I redid the whole thing. We’re going to back up a bit in this chapter and visit the past. Please check the warnings before reading. Also, my requests are open. Send ideas if you’re feeling particularly angsty! Or even fluff, I’d like to try my hand at it. As always, let me know what you think of this chapter! For tags, please send in ask! 

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Abuse, Swearing

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

2 years ago.

Bucky tapped his fingers on the table as he checked his watch again. 8:15. Forty-five minutes late. Again. He let out a huge sigh, barely able to hold himself from scratching his eyes out. The curly-haired waitress went back to him with an apologetic look on her face, “I’m sorry, sir. My manager told me I really need to take your order now. There’s already a line waiting outside…” she let her sentence trail sheepishly. Bucky tried to ignore the heat creeping up his cheeks and gave her an unconvincing smile instead, reciting his order. When she left with visible relief on her face, he picked up his phone and called his wife again. He had tried to call and text her earlier but she hadn’t picked up.

“Hello?” Y/N answered, sounding frazzled and irritated as she cleaned up after her rude customer. He just had the audacity to leave a mess after complaining and whining about the wifi three times. She could barely keep her eyes from rolling. 

“Hey, babe. Where are you? I’ve been waiting for you at the restaurant,” Bucky’s defeated voice on the other line replied. 

“Oh shit!” She shrieked, attracting the heads of the other customers as she glanced at the clock on the wall. She had lost track of time. Bucky had been waiting for her for almost an hour. On their anniversary. Oh crap, crap, crap. 

“Oh my god, baby. I’m so sorry! I’m understaffed and I lost track of time! Could you please wait for me? I’m so sorry!” She quickly took off her apron and changed into the dress she had brought with her that morning for their date. Bucky had been planning this. He arranged for Lizzie’s babysitter and everything, practically bouncing off with excitement for this night. He wanted to try out this new restaurant and between raising Lizzie and making sure Winter Bakery was still making a profit, they haven’t seen much of each other lately. She just couldn’t find the time whereas Bucky’s stable position in Shield gave him more authority to delegate. And he literally had been trained for this for years. All those late-nighters at the university and all the grunt work he and Steve went through have finally paid up. They were at the top of their game, one of the youngest to acquire their positions. They were heroes in the investment banking world. Life was easy for him now, cherry on top of the cake. He only wished Y/N could be there with him. But she was still on shaky ground with her business and he fully understood that. 

“Of course! I already picked our appetizers though. They were trying their best to kick me out gently if I didn’t order anything,” 

“Oh, my poor Bucky. You should’ve flashed them your smile, charmed your way. They would’ve made you stay,” she replied, fixing her ponytail, not having the time to retouch her makeup anymore. This’ll just have to do. 

“Really, now. It was a waitress, you know.” He teased back. 

A beat before Y/N replied in mock seriousness. “In that case, don’t you dare. I’ll be there in 15!” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it. See you, babe. I love you--,” 

But before he could even finish his sentence, the line had dropped on the other end.  

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1 year ago.

“Daddy, look, apples!” Lizzie pointed from her seat in the grocery cart. Her legs swinging as she giggled at the heap of apples on their side. “Yeah, baby, you’re right.” Bucky replied absentmindedly, not even bothering to look as he stared confusedly at the bunch of green vegetables in front of him. The list Y/N gave him said scallions, but how the hell was he supposed to know which was which? Scallions, spring onions, green onions, they were all the same right? He suddenly regretted volunteering to do their grocery shopping alone, having no clue what half of the list Y/N prepared even meant. It was the weekend, they were all supposed to go together and then have a quick visit to the toy store after, for one more of Lizzie’s birthday gifts. She had just turned 3 a week ago and he couldn’t help but promise to let her pick out another doll. When Y/N had given him a pointed look while Lizzie clung on and gushed to him, he couldn’t help but to just give her a tiny shrug. He grew up with nothing, he was gonna give his little girl everything. But that morning when he thought the three of them finally had time to spend together, Y/N couldn’t make it again. She was having problems with her manager and had to go into work unexpectedly. Now, she wasn’t even answering his calls when he had to ask her about the most complicated grocery list he’s ever seen in his whole life. 

“Daddy, when are we getting my doll?” Lizzie asked again, looking up at him as she clutched her favorite white wolf stuffed toy. 

“After this, sweetheart.” He answered, preoccupied and calling Y/N again. This time when she didn’t answer, he gave up, grabbed the one nearest to him and hoped for the best. 

When he’s gotten halfway through the list and let Lizzie point at the snacks she wanted for school, he let his mind wander, when the hell had they become like this? He barely saw his wife anymore. Her problems with her bakery cafe, always dragging her away from them. He wished she could find competent people who would stay but if it weren’t her manager, it was her baker and so on. And if she was finally free, he’d be the one who was busy. It was hard and annoying but coupled that with taking care of an over-enthusiastic three-year-old, it was also exhausting.

He missed Y/N and he wished he could spend time with her. He completely understood that she was always needed at work. He had been through that in their early 20s, but they didn’t have a kid then to compete for their time and understanding it was different from actually living it. Their marriage had become stagnant. The banality of their everyday life, a stark contrast to how they used to be when they were just a couple of kids off college who rented a too-small apartment with his little sister, Becca. Time has flown and he’s finally achieved the life he’s always wanted; a big duplex apartment, a steady high-income job and a family he had always yearned for but never really knew he needed. All of the things he promised himself when he was younger and had nothing, he had now and more, yet there was still something missing. He missed the thrill of his life, chasing his dreams had always kept him motivated, distracted. Now that he had it all, he was at his wits’ end. Maybe it was because they were also growing apart, he could feel it. Y/N had always been able to make him happy and whole; he had always been able to rely on her emotionally. She was the better part of him and now that she was becoming distant, he hung onto her like a lifeline but his insistence on going on vacations as a family wherever his wife and daughter wanted went unheard, all his attempts at romancing cancelled. 

Even as he lined up now for the cashier, he whipped out his phone to text her. His hands had been busy typing when a brooding, dark-haired man stood behind him dressed in all black. His arms were muscled despite his age and the sagging skin on his right arm holding a tattoo of an odd skull with tentacles extending out of it was barely covered by his shirtsleeve. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Bucky,” a familiar husky voice mocked from behind him. 

Bucky immediately felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, the voice sending a deep chill down his spine, making him go rigid as he slowly turned around, the blood draining from him when he went face to face with the man who had made his life a living hell, the man who not only broken him physically but in spirit as well. Repeatedly. 

“You some errand boy now? I didn’t raise you to be like that, you know,” He continued to mock, tipping his chin to the cart with Lizzie still on it. 

“Do you know him, daddy?” She asked, holding her little wolf tighter as she watched the stranger warily. 

“Hey there, sweetie. Your daddy didn’t tell you about me? That’s weird. I raised him and your aunt Rebecca a long time ago. My name is Rumlow,” he flashed her a chilling smile, stepping closer to offer his hand. That’s when the fog in Bucky’s brain cleared. He moved with a lightning fast reflex, stepping in between them as he got in Rumlow’s face, fisting his collar harshly in one hand, 

“Don’t you dare go near her,” his dark and low voice had threatened, dripping venom. His eyes had dilated, almost turning black as he shoved him hard. Rumlow’s grating laugh echoed around them, bringing back all those awful memories he had buried deep inside his head. 

“I’ve taught you well, boy. Can’t say I’m not proud,” He clapped and actually smiled at him smugly. At this point, Lizzie had started crying making Bucky even more furious. 

“I don’t ever want to see your face again. And if you go near my daughter again, I’ll make you fucking regret it. Do you understand?” His threats went on deaf ears as Rumlow broke out into a full-fledged grin. 

“I’d love to see you try, James. You’ve grown soft,” He accused, eyeing Lizzie and the grocery he had still lined up, several heads already looking at them. 

“Lucky for you. I have a new son here,” He continued, tilting his head to the boy standing by his mostly empty cart-- save for the beer and the liquor. Bucky flicked his attention to the boy and he felt his world spin as he saw himself in him with his eyes haunted, wary and afraid. He couldn’t have been older than eight. Rumlow smirked at the look on Bucky’s face, already detecting the turmoil brewing inside him. He had succeeded. He always knew Bucky was weak, his emotions his downfall. The fear and guilt clearly written in Bucky’s eyes made Rumlow gloat as he talked to the boy, 

“What did I say, Bert, huh? You’ll only have food if you go get it yourself. Why are you still standing there?” 

The boy looked around the big grocery store, mentally taking note of the stalls and where they were currently at, memorizing it in case he got lost but still, he didn’t move. Bucky looked at Rumlow and he saw the same look he’d always had directed at him before, his taunting eyes daring the boy to go or face the consequences. 

“But I’m scared,” the boy replied, his voice small and frightened. Rumlow moved to him, bending his knees to get to his eye level. “Well then, you just won’t have to eat,” he told him in a hushed voice, pouting and mocking. 

Bucky didn’t have to hear it to know the exact words, buried memories rushing back to the surface. He heard it countless times directed at him. The boy ran to the nearest stall, his heart pounding and hoping Rumlow would still be at that same spot when he came running back. Bucky knew the feeling, it was like he was living it all over again. As much as he wanted to help, he was rooted to the spot, even Lizzie’s crying couldn’t move him. Rumlow stood back up and faced him. “You were always my favorite,” he told him proudly as he pushed his own cart away from them, no doubt to give Bert an even harder chance of finding him. 

Just before he got too far, he swiftly turned around, feigning innocence as he said, “Oh and by the way, say hi to Rebecca for me,”  His lips twisted up into a sneering smirk as he left, whistling without a care in the world. And just like that Bucky was moving, grabbing Lizzie and getting out of that store as fast as he could, hoping Rumlow would stay out of his life forever. 

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“I’m never letting you do the groceries again!” Y/N screeched, a horrified look on her face as she stared at their fridge. After the incident with Rumlow, Bucky had brought Lizzie to the toy store, allowing her to buy all the stuffed toys and dolls she wanted instead of just the previously promised one doll. They had gone to lunch after, he kept Lizzie distracted as much as possible to forget the man she had just met. When she brought him up again, he told her it was just a friend he didn’t like very much and that she shouldn’t bring it up to her mom because it was nothing, he promised he never had to see that man again. Lizzie seemed satisfied with his answer and went back to her usual chirpy self. On their way home, they passed by another grocery store. He had mindlessly strolled the aisles and grabbed whatever he thought they needed, his head at a different place, much as it still is now.

“Bucky, we don’t need four cartons of milk, why would you even get this?” Y/N asked incredulously, shaking her head as she chuckled. 

Bucky had been staring off into space, not hearing what his wife had been saying. “Uhm, hello Bucky, you still with me?” she teased, waving a hand in front of his face. 

“Oh sorry, what was that?” He asked, glancing up at her from his perch by the kitchen counter. The coffee he had brewed, now cold in his hands. 

“Hey, you okay?” she asked, looking at him with concern in her eyes. 

“Yeah, just didn’t sleep well,” he waved dismissively. Y/N felt a pang of guilt. He’d been bugging her to spend more time together, planning outings and dates that she never seemed to find time for. 

“Well, I finally have the day free. Why don’t we go out, watch a movie or have a picnic? It’ll be fun,” she suggested, draping a hand over his shoulder while her chin rested on the other, her elbow propped up on the countertop to keep an eye level with him. 

“I can’t, I’m sorry, babe. I promised to meet up with Thor,” he moved away from her touch, standing up. Y/N looked at him confusedly, “Okay, how about after?”

“Gotta go over some accounts with Sam, sorry love. I’ll be back before dinner,” He gave her a quick kiss to the cheek before heading out. Y/N stared after him, brows knitted, before shrugging. She’ll just get her errands around the house done then. 

After pounding the punching bag in Thor’s gym incessantly, Bucky found himself aimlessly walking around the streets, he just needed to clear his head. The little boy’s face was still etched in his mind as he opened the door to a bar. A little too early, he knew but he couldn’t shake off the nagging thought plaguing his mind. 

How could he have let that monster roam free while he had lived his life without even a glance back? 

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Years ago.

Bucky held Becca’s hand as they ascended the rickety steps of their new home. They had just lost their parents and were now moving into an unfamiliar house. The case worker had told them they were lucky not to be separated and that they shouldn’t worry; they were getting a good foster father who would take care of them from now on. 

“I had interviewed him myself, you see,” She told the children, beaming with pride. 

“I couldn’t have found a better one for you guys, why, this area is still very close to where you grew up in. You could still visit your old haunts,” She ruffled Becca’s hair, trying to lighten the mood while the little girl just moved farther away, hiding behind her big brother. The worn-out door which at once might have been painted pristine white but now had chippings hanging off of it suddenly opened with a creak, a man with a charming and easy nature stepped out with a warm smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“You guys are here! Welcome, welcome, please come in!” He gestured humbly to his house. Becca squeezed Bucky’s hand tighter which he squeezed back in return, reassuring her. There was something about this man that wasn’t quite right. He seemed relaxed and easy-going, a smile continuously plastered on his face but there was a lethality to him that the children couldn’t seem to shake off, almost as if it was buried deep inside waiting to be unleashed. The case worker hung on his every word, giggling as they talked. She slapped his arm with the horrible looking tattoo that gave Becca a fright. The children barely moved from the sofa they were seated at after the introductions. 

“It’s usually like this. Don’t worry. They start to open up after a while,” the case worker sympathized with Brock, the man who introduced himself as their new foster father; he would treat them as his own, he had promised. 

“It’s alright. I understand. After my wife, I’ve been all alone and this, this is a blessing to me,” He told her as he turned to the children. Her hand strayed to his arm again and lingered there. 

“Oh, Brock, you are a good man. They’re great children, they won’t give you trouble.” She replied, patting his arm for reassurance. It didn’t miss Bucky how she hung off his every word. 

“But I should get going, I will check up on you in a week. Children, be good. You have my number if you need anything,” She stood up, smoothing the wrinkles on her blazer.

“Wait, you’re leaving us already?” Bucky couldn’t help the whine that escaped his voice. He didn’t miss the darkness that spilled over Brock’s face for a split second before he carefully put his smile back on again. 

“I’ll be back in a week, Bucky. Don’t you worry,” the case worker smiled before she walked out the door leaving him and Becca to a stranger. 

When she was out of sight, Brock had suddenly changed his demeanor. The smile on his face had turned into a scowl when he faced them. “Alright, listen up both of you,”  he boomed, his voice cruel. “Grab your things and get on to your rooms. I don’t want to hear any noise. No running around, and if I see you making a mess. You bet your little asses, you’ll pay for it,” He stood up and left them to their bags. 

“But Mr. Brock, I’m thirsty,” Becca piped up, looking up at him timidly. The man’s grating laugh rumbled as he threw his head back, shaking it.  

“That’s Rumlow to both of you, you hear me?  Don’t make that mistake again. Now, come here,” He said, beckoning both the children to come over. Once they reached the kitchen, he pointed to the high cupboard. “You see that?” He asked Becca, dropping low to get to her eye level. When she just nodded her head, he continued, “That’s where the glasses and the plates are. If you want something in this house, you go get it yourself. I’m not your nanny,” He held Becca’s face in his hand roughly. His fingers wrapped around her cheeks tight as he held her by the chin. Bucky felt his fists clench at his sides, pushing Rumlow as far as he could with his eleven year old might.  

“Stop that!” He screamed. Their parents never hurt them. How dare this man think he could do this to his little sister? 

“Oh you wanna be the man of the house?” Rumlow jeered, shoving Bucky back making him fall to the floor. Becca’s sniffles grew louder as she tried to stop her crying, her shoulders shaking from her effort. As Bucky lay sprawled, Rumlow scooted down menacingly to him, 

“You dare push me when you were just whining like a little bitch a while ago, you wanna man up? Alright, I’ll allow it,” he taunted, pondering it for a moment before his sinister smile came back on. “Let’s see how long you’ll last protecting your little sister.” He gripped his face by the chin, fingers squeezing exceedingly tight on his cheeks before he pushed him off and he hit the floor. 

“I won’t be some parent to you that you could twist around your little fingers, no. I’ll make you into the best man you could be. I will teach you about order. And order only comes through pain,” He drilled into him like a soldier as he stretched his legs back up, his measured steps going to the fridge to fish out a beer. He took a long gulp before he continued, 

“And the sooner you learned that, the better,” 

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Bucky sat alone at one of the benches by the field at his school, choosing solitude over the roar of the cafeteria after a particularly bad morning at home. Their foster father had woken up drunk and had haphazardly thrown things at them when Bucky accidentally burnt the eggs he had been cooking for his and Becca’s packed lunch for school. He picked on the peanut butter sandwich he prepared, not having the appetite to eat when he heard jeering voices from a group of boys and sounds of flesh being hit again and again with accompanying grunts of pain. He felt his feet move on instinct when he found them by the bleachers, a scrawny boy at the center of a group huddling over him, they were laughing as he tried to fight them off, not once being able to land a punch. The blood pumped in Bucky’s veins, a constant beating in his ears, as he grabbed the biggest of the bullies by the collar and harshly yanked him off the tiny, blonde boy now sprawled on the floor with his skinny arms covering his face. When one of the other kids tried to punch him, he deftly moved out of the way and delivered a swift blow to his stomach, making sure to spare his face so as not to get in trouble. That was how Rumlow did it, might as well use the same trick right? 

“What? Who wants to go next?” He threatened, loving the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the power he had with defending someone so helpless. The lanky blonde boy stood up beside him, blood dripping from his mouth as he held both his fists up, “I can do this all day,” he said, catching his breath but his stance clearly indicated he could barely stand up straight. Bucky just looked at him weirdly, not knowing whether to find him stupid or brave. The bullies stood against them, unsure. Bucky was the same age as them, only slightly bigger. Him and the blonde boy were still clearly outnumbered but Bucky’s eyes held a lethal strength in them, his body coiled with unleashed brutality, ready to fight. The bullies scrambled out of there as fast as they could, their feet tripping over them. 

“Yeah next time, pick on someone your own size!” he hollered before looking back at the blonde boy who looked younger than them but held himself with such maturity that it didn’t seem possible. He decided right then and there he was going to make him his new friend. Rumlow had always taught him about his belief of the natural order of the world, that strength and might always won the day and that order could only be achieved through pain. If you could inflict it on others, you were stronger, better. Weaker men were useless, had to be beaten up and put in their place. “That’s just the way of the world,” he had said. But Bucky was old and smart enough to see right through his facade. He was a bully, feeding off of people who couldn’t fight back. Bucky was going to be different, he wouldn’t bow down to his will. He just needed to protect his sister, spare her from the taint of Rumlow’s anger and prove that he wouldn't become the man Rumlow has been conditioning him to be. 

“You alright?” Bucky asked the boy standing beside him who was touching the bruise forming on his forehead.

“Yeah, thanks for helping me,” he replied sheepishly, ashamed he couldn’t fight for himself.

“Next time, just don’t provoke them, they aren’t worth it.” 

“But they were wrong. Bullies, I’d always stand up to them,” the blonde brushed his hair back from his forehead, determination steeling his voice. Bucky smiled, maybe he could learn a thing or two from this boy too. 

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Steve, what’s yours?”

“Bucky. Steve, you’re a little punk. You know that?” he said teasingly, laughing. 

Steve grinned back, “Jerk,” 

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Present

The light filtered into the room as the curtains were drawn back harshly causing Bucky to groan on his bed, flitting a pillow to cover his eyes. 

“Buck, come on. Get up,” Steve’s firm voice spoke through the fog in his mind. 

“Get out, Steve, I’m sleeping.” he replied, turning his back to the hand shaking his shoulder.

“How long are you going to do this? It’s been two weeks. Have you even talked to your family yet?” Steve’s judgmental voice rang out, hard and unforgiving. 

“She doesn’t even wanna see me,” he huffed, anger at himself boiling in his veins. He hasn’t seen his daughter in two weeks. Y/N’s short, cold replies to his messages were just updates on how Lizzie was doing, anything regarding Y/N, he had no idea about. He didn’t even know what sort of excuses she made up for Lizzie, how his “work trip” kept getting extended. When the hell could they keep that charade up? He was lucky enough she was letting him talk to his daughter on the phone for a few minutes every once in a while. He sat up on the bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he reached for the bottle of whiskey at the bedside table. These days he could only fall asleep when he’s had one too many to drink and even then, he’d still wake up with a headache that could only be dulled by alcohol. He barely even made it to work everyday. Sam had been good enough to cover for him, staying on neutral ground with everything that’s happening to his marriage although his eyes said otherwise, disappointment etched in them. All the while Steve had ignored him the entire time since the hospital. No amount of apologies moved him from his stance except today, when he suddenly barged into the hotel room Bucky has been renting like he owned the place. 

“Jesus, Bucky, stop that!” He swiped the bottle Bucky held between his lips, splashing amber liquid on his shirt and bed. 

“Damn it, Steve! Look what you did!  Give that back,” Bucky held his arm out, his reflexes slow as he tried to grab it from his friend. 

“Jesus Christ. You smell terrible. How much have you had to drink last night?” Steve fanned the air around him trying to rid the stench of alcohol and sweat.

“How the hell did you even get in here?” Bucky’s pissed off voice grumbled but one look at Steve’s intense stare with his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, standing straight as a drill sergeant, arms crossed at his chest with his muscles bulging out of his fitted gray Under Armour shirt; he knew. The punk had intimidated his way in. No doubt leaving a poor breathless, flustered receptionist in his wake. 

“You could get that receptionist fired, you know?” He tried appealing to his best friend’s better nature.

“You wouldn’t tell. Plus, it isn’t as if she didn’t get a hefty tip. Go take a shower, Buck, you stink.” Steve didn’t budge, staring him down with a disgusted look on his face. Bucky just scoffed, 

“And then what? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Y/N kicked me out, man. Just go home, you’re wasting your time.” 

Steve’s hardened face softened as he looked at his friend. His eyes were puffy, his skin pale as he scratched his wildly unkempt beard, his greasy hair sticking out on one side. What the hell had happened to Bucky? How had it gone so bad for his friend in a matter of days? He suddenly moved out of instinct, collecting clothes strewn everywhere and packed them into the suitcase at the corner of the room. 

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” Bucky exhaled loudly. It was too early for this. Where the hell was his drink? 

“Get your ass moving, Bucky. You’re staying at my place,”

[akajustmerry]

unpopular opinion mayhaps but bucky becoming the white wolf in tfatws would be so fkn dumb on a thematic level to me. for starters, the white wolf is a whole other character in the comics that Bucky really can’t be adapted to. bucky is the winter soldier and i get that maybe what tfatws is aiming for is having bucky move on from his trauma of being a brainwashed war dog by literally leaving the winter soldier behind and assuming a new identity BUT u know what would be more powerful that having Bucky approproate a whole other character’s identity to get over his trauma? having him reclaim and rebuild the Winter Soldier as a part of himself he has autonomy over. he can’t be the White Wolf because that’s not him, but he can and should be the Winter Soldier on his terms. 

[graktung]

I just wanna talk about the scene in Wakanda in episode three of tfatws...

That scene absolutely broke me. The way we see the end of the process of getting rid of winter is so powerful, and i think this shows that amazingly. Just by the length of bucky’s hair, we can see that the scene takes places closer to infinity war than civil war, which means that Bucky has been controlled for over 70 years now.

I had a feeling we would see Bucky cry in tfatws but i didn’t expect it to be so emotional; the times he brought to almost crying, have been in relation to Steve, to the shield, to things and people he cares about. But when we see his barrier come down in Wakanda, it’s for himself, and i think that is so important.

Bucky has had nothing but violence and torture since the fall, and anytime he had control, he was fighting again. And although he’s fighting for good reasons, he’s still fighting. So Bucky hasn’t had a break in a lifetime: he’s been fighting space battles, being used as an assassin for 70 odd years, and was a soldier before all of that, meaning he literally hasn’t had any form of peace in a long time. And he knows that himself as we hear in his therapy session; “i had a little calm in Wakanda” and then he goes on to say that he just wants peace, and whilst Dr. Raynor says that it’s bullshit, i think he was being serious. Even if he didn’t mean it then, i think deep down he actually does just want peace, and space to be him and not what he was made to become.

That’s where the Wakanda scene comes in- we finally get to see Bucky. As Bucky. Not as Sergeant Barnes, not as the Winter Soldier, not as the White Wolf, but as James Bucky Barnes. And i think it’s so so important we saw this: for the first time in a long time, he can just be.

Now i also wanna talk about the dialogue and movement of the scene...

There isn’t much of either but i think it’s more effective that way; the scene is stripped down to the necessary words and actions. The dim light of the setting empowers this even further- being able to create such a emotional and powerful scene with so little depicts just how much actors put into their characters.

I think it’s so beautiful in how the dialogue and movement compliment each other in the scene. For starters, as Ayo repeats the words Bucky has been tortured with so many times before, we see him show that through emotions. As the Russian words are spoken, Bucky begins to fight Winter from rising again, and even though it is working, we also see how hard it is for him to push back against the soldier. And when Ayo finishes the old commands, Bucky completely breaks, knowing he is still in control, unlike the past years when the words controlled him.

We all know how emotional this scene was, but i just wanna focus in the point that really broke me:

the reassurance.

Bucky needed the reassurance that Winter was gone. We see this as he looks up at Ayo longingly to ensure that it’s real, that he actually has his mind back. And it’s so heartbreaking for me to see just how broken Buck is- just how scared he was. scared of his own mind!!

I think it hit me so hard because i know what it’s like. No, i’ve never been controlled by HYDRA to become a super soldier, but i get scared of my own mind a lot. I have anxiety, severe anxiety. So being afraid of my mind is normal for me, but it shouldn’t be. I know that there are some things i will never be able to understand, no matter how much i want to learn about something, but i know about being scared. And i understand in a way some people will never fully get. So, i guess seeing someone else suffer as much as- or more- than you hits harder than it may for others. But it’s also comforting to know i’m not alone, and i know Bucky is a character, but i’m like him, and i feel closer to him due to use being similar. I got the same feeling when Tony started getting panic attacks too- i had someone else, who has accomplished incredible things whilst struggling in the same ways i do, which makes me feel a little better when i’m in a bad place.

sorry, that was a lot. i think we all need to vent sometimes, it really does help.

I’m here for all of you, whatever you need me for, i’ll be here <3

[thedeafroleplayer]

destiny unlocked

Word count: 592

Warnings: mentions of gun use, murder. Let me know if I missed something

Summary: Melody finally gets to meet Zemo.

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Zemo stood in front of the Sokovia memorial statue. Thoughts and memories went through his head. He thought about everything he ever did. To his family, to free Melody, even framing Bucky. He waited for Bucky to come over. Zemo knew he was going to face Bucky. “I thought you’d be here sooner.” He turned his head, expecting only Bucky, but shock hit Zemo hard when he saw Melody besides the ex-murderer. He nearly became breathless. The beautiful little girl he met once those many years ago shockingly became just like her father; cold, closed off, and oddly had the same casual look. It was kind of freaky. “Melody Barnes. Look how big-how beautiful you had become. I hope you’ve grown to be happy. I see James has found you. Don’t worry. I’ve decided not to kill your father.” Zemo said.

Melody took a breath. This criminal, this murderer, spent all this time truly believing she lived a normal life, happy, and is with her father. She debated whether to break his heart. He had nothing but good intentions for her. He wanted her free. But that freedom wasn’t permanent. She knew that, but was it worth telling him? Before she could say anything, Bucky spoke first.

“Imagine my relief.” Bucky said. Then there was a sound of the familiar gun clicking.

Melody panicked. She needed a break from all this murder. “Uh Bucky?” but they ignored her, like she was never there. She didn’t know what to do? The two guys who unknowingly had the biggest impact on her life were having a face off. Should she even interfere?

“The girl has been radicalized beyond salvation.” Zemo spoke softly. “I warned Sam, but he didn’t listen to me. He’s as stubborn as Steve Rogers before him. But you.... They literally programmed you to kill. James, do what needs to be done,” of course he went on about what they should do. Melody felt more nervous as the tension rose. “I appreciate the advice. But we’re gonna do it our own way.” Bucky said, maintaining an icy demeanor.

Zemo chuckled a bit. “Yeah. I was afraid would say that.”

The gun in Bucky’s hand clicks again, making Melody jump. She didn’t know what would happen, and it scared her that Bucky was really going to shoot. “Is he my dad?” she asked quickly, hoping to get her answer before Zemo died.

There was a moment of silence before Zemo nodded as Bucky raised the gun. “Yes.” Then Bucky pulled the trigger. Click. Melody exhaled a breath of relief. He didn’t kill Zemo….. why did she care though. Then the Dora Milaje showed up. “Ladies.” Zemo said.

Melody watched Zemo say goodbye to Bucky. Before they escorted him away, Melody quickly gave Zemo a hug. “Thank you.” She whispers to him. The hug surprised Zemo, but he returned it. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now I know that I have failed to save you, but I hope you become happy with your new family. I hear they are pretty great.” he said. It shocked melody that he knew. “You didn’t need to tell me, Melody. It was all over your face. Now, go be happy.”

Melody smiles and walks back to Bucky and Ayo. “We’ll take him to the raft. Where he will live out his days.” Ayo said. She also warned him to not come back to Wanadka. Melody was surprised that Bucky was called White Wolf. Melody watched this warrior walk away. “Hey! I have a couple of favors to ask,” Bucky said.

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[starkeristheendgame]

Soulmate AU where Peter's soul words are like, "How you doin'" and Tony's words are "Not interested". Peter's in a bar and Tony walks up to him and says "How you doin'" and Peter throws back his shot of whiskey and just says, "Not interested," and then it just clicks at the same time for both of them. Peter looks at Tony and Tony looks at him and Peter says, "Well, maybe I am interested."

I received a second ask which is I think the beginning of this one, so I’m going to answer the two as this post and pray I’m not shorting someone!

Set around the A1 era but Peter is a spritely young lad seasoned with his powers and sick of soulmates and Tony is a thirty-something superhero equally unimpressed by the whole shtick. I hope I did this justice!

TW: Daddy kink | Grinding | Dynamic imbalance | Undernegotiated but consensual kink

Tony Stark was a man who had everything. Who had always had everything. A luxurious home, more money than he knew what to do with, expensive cars, expensive girls. A family name worth the Earth. All he had to do was speak his name or snap his fingers and people would bend over backwards to please him.

Which made his soul-mark all the more utterly infuriating

Not interested.

It was written in an inelegant scrawl, the r lopsided and the N curled on the tips. It lay like a brand on the inside of his bicep, taunting him every time he looked at it. And he looked at it often, especially as he grew up and got better looking; especially when people begun to play at being his soulmate in the desperate hope he would fall for them.

He had all that, and presumably, his soulmate had not even a spark of interest in him. It had gnawed at him like a starving wolf throughout his teens, wary of anyone who opened their mouth in his direction. And when he became an attractive, wealthy older man, and when he became an attractive superhero to boot. Iron Man. Someone wasn’t even remotely interested in Iron Man.

Steve had given him an amused and sort of smug look when Tony had revealed the white mark on a drunken team bonding night. No doubt the man knew how such a line would mess with Tony. Tony only wished he could give the man the same shit, but Steve’s soul-mark was a dark black, the colour it turned to when you met your soulmate. One James “Bucky” Barnes, who was so sickeningly in love with Steve that it often warranted fake gagging until they toned down the puppy eyes and kissing.

Being Iron Man didn’t exactly help the whole soulmate thing, either. Not that the soulmate issue wasn’t a smooth sea to begin with. They were a bit of a shit-luck-dip, really. You could be born in the entire wrong lifetime. You could be ninety by the time your soulmate is born. You could meet your soulmate in just enough time to watch them wither away.

Soul-marks were a pale, lifted white until you met your soulmate and spoke their words. Then, it would burn and slowly darken to black to signify you’d met The One.

At cresting thirty-two, Tony knew his soulmate was alive. Somewhere. The other delightful thing about soulmates is the Universe didn’t exactly plop you down in the same house. The majority of people died having never met their soulmate. Tony knew his soulmate was alive because he had a mark. Those too late got the job of watching their soul-mark fade from their skin.

And there Tony’s sat, pink-white and mocking him with every passing day.

Not interested.

It’s what he wished he could say, when his phone rang with Director Fury’s number and the sky begun to rain aliens. Looking up at the giant alien-crocodile-snake thing, all he wanted to do was throw in the armour and become a sheep herder or something.

Half of New York has been unceremoniously remodelled by the time Loki is a wheezing half-corpse two foot down in his kitchenette floor, and Schwarma turns out to be vaguely disappointing.

All in all, he needs a whiskey. And a strong one. In an unfortunate trend that seems to be set on denying him all his wants - The Tower is officially on lockdown while SHIELD begins the frantic clean-up attempt. This apparently extends to even him, the man who’s name is literally emblazoned across the building.

Or, was.

Looking up at it now, all that remains is a slightly jagged A.

Huh. He has to remodel now anyway; maybe a logo change might not be so bad. But that can wait, because between the aliens and Steve fucking Rogers and the aliens, a strong whiskey was the only solution. So Tony tucked his hands into the pockets of his slacks and turned on his heel, picking way along the rubble-littered streets. Still deserted, now that SHIELD had taken over.

Some four blocks down, a SHIELD agent comes striding past, clutching a tiny Yorkie to his chest. The Agent side-eyed him as they passed each other, as though unsure if he should be letting an Avenger just stroll away, but Tony waved a hand at him. “Double the animal rescue efforts and put my name on the bill. If you happen to find a particularly vicious dog - Or even a cat, really, do be sure to stuff it in Captain America’s mailbox” he hummed, whistling cheerfully as he continued on.

The first bar he came across was a total dud, half-caved in and void of any signs of life. Unperturbed, Tony continued onwards and soon found a second, only slightly scathed. Entering the building it became clear he was not the only one who had settled on the notion of a stiff drink.

Sat at the bar, was a smaller male, with a mess of dark curls and a flannel overshirt that had been torn open, bloodied at one side. Skinny jeans once black were now a brown-grey with dust. The guy didn’t turn around the check him out, just knocked back a shot and poured another from the bottle at his side. Next to that was an empty tumbler, with what looked to be a $20 inside.

Tony gave a soft huff, but he supposed that for once, he didn’t exactly have a choice in going somewhere else. So he smoothed down his hair and sauntered up to the bar, leaning one elbow against the murky wood. A glimpse of the guys face nearly had him sliding straight off it in surprise.

A little battered or not, Bar Guy was attractive. He had a little button nose and a sharp jaw contradicted by slightly round cheeks. From the side his lashes seemed endless. A little disarmed but not deterred, Tony flashed a wry grin and in best Joey Tribbiani accent, greeted him with “Hey. How you doin’?”

And he honestly wasn’t flirting. At least, not with any real intent. Pepper often said that Tony would flirt with a potted plant if he thought it would gain him anything; and he supposed she wasn’t wrong. Bar Guy stiffened a little, shoulders hunching, and he poured a generous slug of whiskey into his glass before he knocked it back with a grimace, not even looking at Tony.

“Not interested” the boy replied blandly, though not cruelly, turning away from Tony to slide off his stool. Tony opened his mouth to crack a joke, or make a witty remark, but he never got that far. His arm begun to tingle, and then it burned slightly, and his gasp was mirrored by the guy opposite, who staggered and clutched at his thigh.

The burn abated back to a tingle, and then to nothing, as though it had never happened. Tony didn’t need to check his arm to know that the mark would be a deep, semi-sheen black.

The guy whipped around, and his already wide eyes went near cartoon comical when he realised exactly who was stood opposite him; exactly who the Universe had plucked out of a hat for him. Tony could only offer a wry, grim smile in response. He felt sick. He wanted to run away. This was it. God, he couldn’t do this.

“Mr. Stark” the boy honest to god squeaked, and it was enough to have Tony’s mouth curving with a little more sincerity. The boy straightened, gaze sweeping him without an ounce of subtlety, and then he coughed. “Okay. Uh. Maybe a little interested” the boy murmured, one hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Only a little?” Tony asked, but it was teasing as he slid into a stool, took a $20 from his pocket and added it to the tumbler before he took the whiskey and the boy’s glass, pouring himself two fingers. What a story. He saved the world from aliens, flew a nuke into space and found his soulmate on the hunt for whiskey.

“So. Aliens” he huffed, knocking back his drink. The boy slid back onto the stool besides him and took the glass and bottle, knocking back a shot of his own.

“Aliens” he agreed sombrely.

An hour later and Tony learned his soulmate was called Peter Parker and he loved strawberries but was allergic to almonds and he went to community college because he couldn’t afford MIT and he stared at Tony’s mouth for the entire time he spoke. Peter asked to see his soul-mark, shy and a little tipsy from the half-bottle he’d sumped, and Tony unbuttoned his shirt enough to wriggle around, presenting the inside of his bicep to Peter, who leaned forwards like he was honest to god going to lick it.

“Now yours” he managed, after Peter’s eyes had trailed it (and his chest) for the ninth time. Peter blinked up at him, slow and half-cocked, before he nodded slowly, sliding off the stool to knuckle his belt. He squirmed his jeans down taut, milky thighs that Tony wanted to bite, before hopping effortlessly onto the bar, spreading his thighs enough that Tony could see his own messy scripture down the inside of his right thigh.

Tony shifted off his stool, leaning forwards and between Peter’s legs as much as his bunched up jeans would allow, staring at it. He loved it as much as he ached over it; because how cruel was it, to throw him at a boy like this? He leaned closer though, breathed hot air over it and was absolutely aware of the way Peter’s boxers lifted a fraction.

“Tony” the boy croaked, voice strangled as his hand fell to Tony’s shoulder. Tony was leaning closer, closer, until he could press a firm kiss over the dark ink. He didn’t know why, he just…Wanted to. Wanted to drink in the way Peter’s breath hitched and his hips jerked. Tony pulled back.

They’d just met. Hell, the kid might even have a partner waiting for him at home. Soulmates were never the end all of your life. Howard and Maria had never been soulmates but they’d lived and loved together until Howard had driven his Bughatti into a tree in the dark of a winter night.

Peter’s whimper had him glancing up, taking in blown pupils and flushed cheeks. The boy bit his lip before heaving a breath, fingers digging into Tony’s shoulder. “Fuck. You’re - You’re so hot. You can’t do that. You can’t make me want you like that” the boy mumbled, head shaking even as he tugged Tony closer.

And, well. Tony had never been the golden boy. Rules were meant to be broken.

Peter tasted like wet and whiskey and something a little sweet, like he’d been eating candy. His hands fell to Peter’s hips, digging into the skin above the waistline of his boxers as he kissed him, licked into his mouth and swallowed a muffled moan. Peter’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck, drawing him closer until Tony couldn’t go any further because Peter’s tangled legs stopped him.

“Fucking Hell” the boy grunted, leaving Tony long enough to kick off his sneakers and to simply shed his jeans, right there on a bartop in the middle of Manhattan. Tony cursed as slender, long legs spread for him, until their half-hard cocks squeezed together and punched a whine from both of them. Peter was the first to grind forwards, sloppy and without finesse as they kissed again, a slick slide of tongue that ended in a help as Tony bit down on Peter’s bottom lip, dragging him closer by the waist.

“If you - If you stop now I’ll kill you” Peter panted against his mouth, rocking forwards against Tony’s Gucci slacks. Tony couldn’t resist a cruel smirk, drawing his head back to gaze down at the debauched boy.

“I thought you said you weren’t interested?” He asked, arching a brow. The demeanour slipped when Peter drove a hand between them, grasping Tony’s cock through his trousers and squeezing enough to have his hips stuttering forwards. “Daddy doesn’t like to be teased” he growled, surging forwards to cup Peter’s jaw, to kiss him bruisingly as one hand went to the boys wrist, coaxing him into stroking Tony through the fabric.

Peter mewled beneath him, fingers curling and stroking around the shape of him as he rut forwards against his own forearm, nipping at Tony’s tongue gently. “Anything, fuck. Just - Don’t stop. Don’t stop Daddy, please. Please don’t stop” he begged, brainless except for the pleasure. It was a look Tony liked; a lot.

Tony pushed Peter’s arm aside and grasped him by the asscheeks, hauling him against his hips as he ground forwards, fingers dipping between those plump cheeks and straining the fabric to brush against the rose of muscle between them. Peter moaned blatantly into his mouth, hips jerking forwards. “Please” the boy begged again, grinding against him with desperation.

Tony obliged, kissing him with renewed effort and keeping their cocks flush together through their fabrics, a heavy grind that lasted only minutes before Peter was crying out, arching into his body as he came with a half-scream of “Daddy!”

His thighs squeezing Tony’s hips and their cocks squeezed tight together pushed Tony over the edge, cum flooding his silk boxers as he muffled his own pleasure into Peter’s shoulder. Fuck. They’d just done that. Right there.

He begun to laugh. Against his chest Peter made a questioning sound, hands petting at his shoulders.

“So,” Tony drawled, lifting his head to gaze into Peter’s eyes with amusement. “Are we leaving that bit out of the ‘how we met story?”

Peter smacked his shoulder with the empty whiskey bottle.