#and bucky’s gang are all hydra ofc

[vostok3-ka]

Hi Aisha, hope you're having a nice start to your week! For the writer truth or dare ask game: 🦴🔪🌵(could be a character playlist or not)❄️(could also be something you wanna write yourself!) 🍄, and 🏜️. I'd add more because all of these are great but this is already one too many lol so feel free to pick and choose which ones you wanna answer, ofc<3

Hi Max!!! Thank you! It's Eid tomorrow so that's a pretty sick way to start the week ;) Thank you so much for the ask!!!

🦴- Boy howdy is there a piece of media that inspires my writing haha. I have quite a few that it's hard to put name to them all. Whenever I read a book or watch a movie/show I always feel like I take something away from them in order to incorporate into my own writing, but if I were to choose a few specific pieces of media that really inspire my writing, it would be Hannibal, what with the beautiful imagery and the way it is almost poetic in its brutality. I think the writers of the show did a really good job, and I just absolutely adore it. True Detective (season one) is also a piece of media that REALLY influences my writing. I adore the gothic vibes, and I love the way they make the characters human, realistic, with lots of flaws, instead of making them into heroes, and I am just in love with the very synesthetic feeling it gives, I myself am synesthetic and I think it really resonated with me in a way, and gave me a lot of inspiration as in how to describe scenes and emotions. Catch-22, both the book, film, and tv show, have all inspired my idea of Bucky in the war, and I have a few songs including Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths, О как хотела мама by Shortparis, Две недели by Aigel, and O, Children by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, that heavily inspire a lot of my Russian-era Bucky Barnes writing, as well as, for some funny reason, the TV show Бригада. I just feel like the show really shows both the human and terrible, gritty side to organized crime that I am CERTAIN Bucky was involved in, in some way, shape or form. Another film/book that has, heavily and directly, inspired my both my fanfiction writing and original writing is the 2008 film, "Morphine" and the inspiration behind it, the novella by Bulgakov, Morphine. My fic Noch' Ulista Fonar' Apteka was very non-subtly inspired by Morphine, so much! AAAND- I better stop here before I write a whole essay about how media has influenced my writing, because I could literally go on forever and ever!!!! ;)

🔪- I think the weirdest thing that I have had to research for a writing project was for my fic Noch' Ulitsa Fonar' Apteka. I had to, somehow, figure out how to write drug addiction from a first hand perspective, and, of course, I myself have not, and never will take any form of recreational drugs, so I had to scout through many pages of google before finding this legendary gem of a website that has been a lifesaver for me. The website looks like it was made in 2008 and I honestly was a little worried about clicking on it, but it turned out fine haha. It has a bunch of really detailed first hand experiences with all sorts of drugs you could imagine, including withdrawal, good trips, bad trips, and coming down. I think I spent a few hours just reading and absorbing everything to try to write Bucky's experience, and honestly, I came away from the research with an even stronger desire to never try drugs, as most of the reports highlighted how the spiral began. But yeah! That might be the weirdest thing I have researched, unless of course, if you count the time I had to research equine veterinary care in 1980s Russia lmao.

🌵- Gilded Soul This is my favourite playlist I've created, and it's so gentle and sweet and I listen to the songs on it so often. I adore it so much! All the songs have memories and feelings attached to them and ugh- my favourite. Hope you enjoy too ;)

❄️- Oh my God I know exactly what this fic is. I really, REALLY want a fic dealing with the aftermath of Hydra and Department X/The Red Room's brainwashing on Bucky in TFAWS era, but in a way where it doesn't become the point of the fic, and is just like a part of him in subtle, slightly noticeable, and not overwhelming way. I want to see him struggle and yet stay strong, stay independent. I want to see him have realistic feelings towards things like therapy and such, considering the time period he is from, and the fact that he's probably been abused in such settings before. I want to see him make bad, unhealthy decisions while still remaining himself. I want to see him smoke his anger away, I want his staring problem to be addressed subtly as a leftover from when he was trained to look straight ahead while in parade rest, I really want to see him have headaches, mild psychosis, and all the realistic after-effects of electro-shock therapy, and yet, I really do not want to see it in a way that makes him dependent, or child-like. I want to see him get up, grit his jaw and move on. It isn't the healthiest way for somebody to cope, but it's the way I am guessing Bucky would cope. I want a fic that has an overarching plot where these issues are a subplot, as not to make it ALL about his recovery, instead being interesting and realistic in the world that he would be living in. I feel like I have said realistic so many times, and that is the core of it all. I want it to be as realistic and true to comic/film character as possible. I might not make much sense but yeah! That's what I really want to read, and I don't know who would be the best writer to write it!

🍄- OOOH I like this one! A headcanon I have is that Bucky and Natasha dance a lot. They are both trained dancers, and they love it, and they just put on gentle, nostalgic Russian music and dance so prettily together when they are alone!

🏜️- Oh for sure the types of comments that point out what affected them personally. I really want to connect to people through my writing and whenever somebody comments that a certain bit made them feel in a specific way I just absolutely melt in joy and delight!!!

Thank you so much for the many questions again, this was SO much fun to answer. Hope you have the loveliest of days!!!

[thatredheadwriter]

Movie Night

I am still fairly new to writing smut (and fanfiction in general). Any constructive criticism is welcome, but please be kind. Please read the warnings and enjoy!

I meant for this to be short, but with a word count over 5,500, I don't think I succeeded. Reader is the newest member of the team, working for them instead of going to jail when they caught her re-activating old tech. She and Peter have been growing close ever since, and can't deny the attraction she feels toward him. But there's no way he'd feel the same, right? This takes place in an AU where Steve rescues Bucky and everyone lives happily ever after in the tower (well, they still fight crime and go on missions, but you get the point).

This is an NSFW one shot featuring adult Peter Parker x virgin!reader. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age or are uncomfortable with the following topics:

mentions of personal injury

mentions of explosions

mentions of weapons

super, super sweet Peter

surprisingly sexually experienced Peter

gentle non-sexual teasing (of reader) by friends

self-doubt (reader)

swearing

oral sex (female receiving)

fingering

penetrative sex

hickeys

slight bruising

cuddling

overprotective!Tony

There's a little making out and (consensual, ofc) touching above the 🌶's, and mentions of sex and nudity below, but all the real smut is in between them, in case you just want to read the fluffy and angsty bits.

You were cleaning up the mess from your earlier slip-up when you heard a throat clear at the door to your lab. Usually it was shut tight, and FRIDAY would let you know anytime someone entered, but you left the door open to help clear out the lingering smell of smoke. It was only a ~small~ explosion, nothing compared to those coming out of Stark's personal lab at times, but it left your work area in shambles. So after a quick trip to the infirmary to get your hand checked out, you spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get everything back in order.

You turned to see Peter leaning against the door frame.

"Hey, what's up?" you asked him, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You set the cleaning rag down on the table in front of you.

"Nothing, really. I just wanted to see if you were coming to join us for movie night," he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at you hopefully.

You sighed, and his face fell. It was rare that you ever joined the team for their bonding activities. It's not that you didn't like them, but you felt out of place and awkward. You were young and a former criminal.

It was only three months ago that you caught the attention of the Avengers, and not it a good way. You were a recent transplant to the city, and you'd told your parents you were going to NYU. That wasn't exactly true. Instead, you were actually reactivating disabled Stark, Shield, and Hydra technology and selling it to the highest bidder. It became a problem when a local gang nearly took out an entire city block with a WWII era plasma bomb. Stark himself did some research and found you were also doing some work with a local chop-shop, so they set up a sting of sorts with one of his personal cars that they knew you wouldn't be able to resist.

Steve and the others were prepared to send you straight to jail, and you knew you deserved it, but Stark saw your potential. He offered you a job, with the condition that you'd live in the tower under their supervision and help develop new technology for the team. You jumped at the chance to right your wrongs. Since then, you'd worked on suits, Bucky's arm, and even helped develop a new, smaller coms network.

"Probably not," you turned back to the counter to finish wiping it down, "I'm behind on this project. Don't know if you heard, but I had a little, uhm, accident, earlier."

"Please, (Y/N)," he pleaded, and you could feel your willpower crumbling, "We're finally up to the 80's, and I know how much you love Sixteen Candles..." He gave you an expectant look and you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, but I've got to at least finish cleaning up in here."

"Can I help?"

Your heart fluttered and you struggled to keep your composure. The others knew all about your crush on Peter, and you hated it. He made your head spin when he got too close and you smelled his cologne. But he was too good for you. He was the actual Spiderman, who spent his hours helping people. You loved the light in his eyes and the way he could find the best in everyone, including you.

"Sure, I really just need to finish wiping down the surfaces, take out the trash, and then do some inventory to find out what was destroyed."

You and Pete worked side by side, finishing up in nearly half the time as it would have taken you otherwise. He took the trash out for you, and helped you take inventory with his incredible memory. It wasn't until you were finishing up that he noticed your bandaged left hand.

"What happened?" he asked, gingerly taking your hand in his. You hoped he didn't notice the way your breath hitched when he touched you.

"I realized the battery was unstable right before it exploded. I was able to get a few feet away, and I used this hand to shield my face. There was some shrapnel, nothing too crazy."

"If you're going to keep trying to develop an alternative micro-fuel source, you really need to use the distance lab downstairs," he scolded.

"I know, I know. It's just such a hassle to move all my stuff down there, and Dr. Banner was using it the other day. And it should have been stable. I still don't where I went wrong," you looked over at the wall that still had your calculations scrawled across it.

"I can take a look, if you want. I'm no expert but..."

"Yes, please!" you cut him off, reaching for your markers and blueprints.

"I'll look at it tomorrow," he took the marker from you hand and set it on the workbench, "Right now, it's time for classic 80's movies."

You groaned, remembering the social commitment you made earlier, and Peter laughed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and began to steer you out of the lab.

Five floors up was the shared communal living floor, exclusively for the tower's residents and their invited guests. Everyone had their own suites of course, but there were always people hanging out. The elevator opened and a short walk down the hallway opened up to the large living space. You could see Vision and Wanda making popcorn in the open kitchen, and Sam and Tony were setting up the TV.

"Wow, you actually got her out of the lab," Bucky strode over and poked you in the ribs, making you squirm. Working on his arm had made you two incredibly close, and he was definitely your best friend in the tower. The dynamic was a little odd, but it worked. He was the biggest supporter of you and Peter getting together, and he was constantly setting up schemes to try and force you two together.

"Quit it!" you squealed, " I'm not a social recluse. I just love my job."

Bucky and Peter shared a knowing eye roll, and you shoved them both playfully, walking off to see if you could help with the food preparations.

You made small talk with Wanda as you poured various candies into bowls. The only thing missing was the pizza, which Steve and Nat had gone to pick up. You set out the bowls, and noticed Dr. Banner was still missing.

"Hey, I'm going to go grab Dr. Banner," you walked back towards the elevator, but Peter stopped you.

"No way are you going back down to the labs, we'll never get you back up here. FRIDAY will get him."

He steered you back towards the large sectional couch. It was sleek and modern, but more comfortable than it looked. You helped him pull throw blankets and pillows out of all the hidden compartments and set them out. Soon the smell of pizza filled the air, and Steve and Nat came around the corner with about sixteen large boxes between them. Clint dropped from a ceiling vent, making you jump. You all started to dig into the pizza, and when Bruce finally came up from the labs Tony clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, let's get this thing started," he said. It was still light outside, but with the press of a button on the wall panel, the panoramic windows darkened and only the small footboard lights angled down at the floor remained on. Everyone made their way over to the couch and you settled in next to Bucky. Peter came and flopped down on your other side, his plate piled high with pizza.

The first movie you watched was The Breakfast Club. When it was over, Bucky turned to you and asked, "What did any of that have to do with breakfast?" making you snort chocolate milk up your nose. Up next was Pretty in Pink.

"This one hits a little too close to home," you joked under your breath, not expecting anyone to hear, but of course Peter with his elevated sense of hearing did.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, head cocked in a way that made him look even more adorable than usual.

"Oh, you know," you tried to wave off your earlier comment, "I wasn't that popular in school. Took myself to prom after my mom forced me go and I didn't have a date."

"At least you went to prom," Peter smiled, obviously trying to make you feel better, "I stayed home and played Scrabble with May."

After the second movie, you needed to get up and stretch, and so did everyone else, so you had a little intermission. You made your way over to the elevator, and Peter followed you.

"Where are you going?"

"I am going to slip into something a little more comfortable."

When he gave you strange look, you sighed, "I'm coming back, I promise."

"You better."

And with that he turned back and joined the others.

You returned ten minutes later wearing running shorts and an oversized sweatshirt. The high concentration of super soldiers meant most areas of the tower were usually freezing, so you tucked your hands into your sleeves. Peter's face lit up when he saw you enter the room. You made your way over to the couch and pulled a blanket over your lap as you reclaimed your seat between your two favorite guys.

With your return, they started one of your favorite movies, Sixteen Candles. At some point, Peter's arm ended up around your shoulder and you snuggled into his side, enjoying the warmth and smell radiating from him. He was definitely your favorite thing about living in the tower, and if this continued, you could definitely get used to movie nights.

Bucky turned to ask you a question, but stopped when he saw you and Peter, opting instead to elbow Steve in the ribs and pointing at the two of you cuddled up together. Before long, the hushed whispering of the team caught your attention. Peter was too caught up in the movie to notice the stares and giggles, but you weren't. They made you feel self conscious, and suddenly you were burning up.

"I need to get some air." You stood up abruptly and walked back past the kitchen, heading for the balcony.

You leaned over the railing, breathing deeply and trying to bring your emotions under control. Footsteps approached behind you, and you looked over your shoulder to see Wanda, her arms wrapped around her as the wind whipped her hair and cardigan.

"I'm sorry we made you uncomfortable," she moved to stand beside you, looking out over the city. "We were just so happy that you two were finally, you know, getting comfortable together. He really likes you."

You scoffed, and she shook her head in frustration.

"You don't see the way he looks at you (Y/N), or the way he talks about you when you're not around."

You were getting ready to correct her, to tell her that there was no way Peter Parker cared about you the way you did for him, when someone else spoke up.

"She's right."

You spun around quickly and saw Peter standing there, hands in his pockets. Wanda smiled at you and walked back inside, brushing past Peter as she did so.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted you to find out," he laughed a little, trying to diffuse the tension. He met you at the balcony railing, and took your hands in his, being extra careful with your injured one. "I really, really like you (Y/N)," he confessed, finally meeting your eyes.

"Why?" you asked him, genuinely confused. You could have sworn the attraction was one sided. Sweet, honest Peter Parker who lived to better the world and save lives falling for an ex-con like you, with blood on your hands at that.

"Why? Because you're amazing. You're smart, and kind, and funny. I love your laugh and the way your nose crinkles when you laugh. You're so good with Bucky, and I love watching you work," he finished. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks despite the chilly night air. Peter's hand found your cheek as you tried to look away. "I need to know if you feel the same way."

The words wouldn't come. So you leaned forward and crashed your lips to his. He was taken by surprise, but he quickly began kissing you back. His hand on your cheek moved to tangle in your hair and the other found your hip. When you broke the kiss, you found his eyes again and giggled when you saw his swollen lips and blown pupils.

"Does that answer the question?" you asked, smirking.

"Yeah," Pete breathed. You shivered as the wind picked up. "Let's get you back inside," he pulled you into his side and ushered you towards the door. You could hear shifting and whispers as you two reentered the living area. On the TV was live footage showing the balcony you'd just come in from. Steve dove for the wall panel, but missed the button necessary to turn off the live feed. You blushed hard and buried your face in Peter's shoulder.

"Really guys?" he asked, eyebrows raised as high as they would go. He shook his head at his older team members as he walked you back over to the couch. You settled back into your spots, still trying to avoid eye contact with the other members of the team. Finally you were fed up.

"Are we going to finish the movie or not?" you whined, making the others laugh. Tony rolled his eyes, and gave FRIDAY the command to cue up the movie and turn the lights back down. You put your feet up on one of the ottomans, after making Bucky scoot his over a bit.

Peter got up and got himself a couple of slices of lukewarm pizza. He laid down on the couch, putting his head in your lap and setting the plate on his chest. You loved how comfortable he was with you. Once he was finished eating you slouched a bit, and he turned over to face the screen. Your fingers absentmindedly carded through his short hair, and you felt him relaxing underneath you.

The lights came back up automatically when the movie ended, but Peter didn't move. Soft snores left his slightly parted lips and you laughed a little, but tried not to shake too much. Tony shook his head at the two of you as he walked past, his arm slung around Pepper who looked just as exhausted as he did. You watched as the rest of the team made their way to the elevators. Finally you and Peter were left alone.

"Peter, come on," you shook him gently as you tried to sit up, "It's time to go to bed." He groaned and scrunched up his eyes.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes," you laughed as he sleepily rubbed his eyes, finally sitting up and allowing you to move. He stretched and you admired the thin strip of skin shown as his t-shirt moved up with his shoulders.

"See something you like?" he asked, and you quickly looked away, making him laugh. His hand traced patterns on your forearm, and when you looked at him, he pulled you into a second kiss. This one was softer, slower, and more passionate. Your tongues met and you couldn't help but feel like his lips were made for yours. His hands reached around to your lower back and he pulled you to straddle his lap. In this new position his hands moved lower to massage you ass, as yours moved up to tangle in his hair. You tugged a bit, earning a delicious moan in response. He broke the kiss.

"Do you want to take this to my room?" you asked, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth. Peter nodded furiously and before you could react, he stood up, still holding you, his hands on your ass keeping you in place against his body.

"Peter!" you squealed, making him laugh. He carried you over to the elevators and used your ass to press the 'up' button. As you waited, he peppered your face and neck with kisses. He was sucking a hickey into your sweet spot when the elevator dinged, and he carried you inside without breaking his focus.

"Where to?" FRIDAY's mechanical voice came over the elevator speaker.

"51st floor, please," you breathed, but it turned into a moan as Peter's teeth and hot breath grazed your earlobe. The elevator started moving, and it was a quick ride. Once on your floor, Peter let you find your feet, and grabbed your good hand, pulling you towards you door. You shared this floor with Wanda and Nat, and you had a feeling you'd be putting the soundproofing to the test.

The door to your apartment swung open revealing your fairly empty living area. Cardboard boxes lined the walls, some stacked three high. You hadn't made moving in a priority, instead choosing to spend your time playing with the new tech and acquainting yourself with the labs.

"It's not much. I haven't really finished unpacking," you said sheepishly. This was the first time Peter had seen your apartment and you were feeling self-conscious.

Peter pushed your door shut and pulled you close to him.

"I want you. So. Bad," his eyes were dark and his tongue traced his lips, "But I need to know that you want this too."

"I want you, Peter."

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That's all he needed. He kissed you again, this time softly. It was like he was trying to feel and memorize every inch of you. You whimpered slightly as he took your bottom lip between his teeth. He lifted you again, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He found your bedroom easily, given that all the apartments were identical.

Peter set you on the edge of bed and his fingers found the hem of your sweatshirt. He paused and looked up at you for permission. You gave a simple nod, and he tugged it up over your head. His eyes widened as they fell on your breasts, barely contained by the lacy bralette you'd chosen to wear.

"Damn," he breathed, and you laughed. You'd never heard Peter swear before, and the word sounded strange coming out of his mouth. But Peter was quickly proving he wasn't as innocent as you thought.

He quickly reattached his lips to yours, but they didn't stay there long. Peter continued his earlier kisses like before, this time trailing down your sternum and burying his face in your breasts. He reached around and undid the clasp, allowing him full access to your chest.

Peter spent his time worshipping your body, never giving you time to grow self-conscious as he massaged your right with his hand as his mouth paid homage to your left. As much as you loved the attention, you were growing impatient and needed him somewhere much lower.

"Peter, please," you cried. You ground upward into his body. "I need you."

"Where do you need me?"

You moaned as his hand danced lower, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. So close and yet so far from where you truly needed him.

"I need to hear you say it," he stood up over you, breaking contact, but allowed you to continue grinding against his hips.

"Peter, please," you begged, "touch my clit."

He smiled, hearing you beg for him revved up his confidence. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts. Peter never broke eye contact with you as he pulled them down. You arched your back to help him get them past your hips. Once they were off, he quickly discarded them somewhere in the room. His eyes locked on your clothed heat, and he took a moment to press his hand to your still-clothed center. You had long since soaked through your panties and you ground down on his hand, wishing he'd stop teasing.

With a quick move and the use of his super strength, he ripped the fabric away and began stroking your clit. Soft moans and curses fell from your mouth above him, spurring him onward. He slipped a finger into your wet heat, and your hands shot downward to tangle in his dark hair. He began using his mouth on your clit as he added a second finger, and then a third, hoping to make you cum before even beginning to pleasure himself.

"Oh my god, Peter," you moaned, "I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, (Y/N)," he spoke against your slit as he curled his fingers into your g-spot. Your thighs closed around him and your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you fell over the edge into bliss.

Peter rose from his position crouching on the floor and pulled you to his chest as he laid down. The lower half of his face was covered in your release, and a wide smile stretched across it. He brought up his fingers and went to wiped them on his sweats, but you grabbed his wrist. You pulled his hand toward your mouth and began sucking on his fingers that were inside of you just moments ago. You watched as his eyes rolled back a bit, and you took your free hand to reach down and palm him through his sweats.

"Are you sure?" Peter asked you, reaching down to stop your ministrations.

"Peter, I need you to fuck me. I need you inside of me, now."

Hearing you say it out loud made him nearly lose it then and there. He stood and shed his t-shirt, and you admired his toned body. How in the world you got so lucky, you had no idea. He slipped his sweats down his legs and stepped out of them. He began palming himself through his boxer briefs, and your eyes widened at the outline of his large cock. He noticed the shift in atmosphere.

"(Y/N), if you don't want to do this," he started, but you got up on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Peter, I want this. I really, really want this. It's just that I've never gone all the way before."

"Oh my god, (Y/N), I had no idea," he looked at you like he'd done something wrong, searching your face for any signs of regret.

"No, no, Peter, you've been perfect. I've done...things before, but never like this. Never with someone like you. Someone I care about," you confessed. This made Peter smile, and he pulled you into a sweet kiss. You could still taste your release on him, and it made you remember how horny you were.

"Now, please, Peter. Fuck me."

He stepped back a bit and slipped his boxer briefs down. You did your best not to stare at his length, knowing it would only psych you out. Peter stepped closer to you and ran his fingers through your hair, an act that you adored.

"Fuck," he whipered, his hand freezing in your hair. The use of the swear word made you giggle, but you could tell something was wrong.

"What is it?"

"I don't have a fucking condom," he swore, stepping away. You pouted for a moment, but then remembered something. Jumping up from the bed, you ran past Peter and into the kitchen, where you'd left your purse. You unzipped the small inner compartment and pulled out the condom you'd stored in there for safe keeping. The date on it let you know it was still good for another two months. You ran back to the bedroom and handed it to Peter before jumping backwards on the bed and crawling up towards the head of it.

Peter chuckled at you, "Someone's a little eager."

He pulled open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled it down over his hard length. Your pussy clenched in anticipation. Peter crawled up to you position on the bed, and you whimpered in anticipation. He began kissing your neck again, and your mind wandered for a moment as to how in the hell you were going to cover those up in the morning.

But then his tip brushed against your clit, and you were brought back to the moment at hand. He lined himself up with your entrance, and he pulled away from your neck to look at you.

"You're sure?" he asked.

"Yes, Peter," you swallowed thickly and nodded.

"You can tell me to stop at anytime."

And with that, he entered you. He pushed in slowly, and it felt like an eternity. A burning pain blossomed as he did, and you couldn't help the tears that sprung to your eyes. His left hand moved from your hip to brush away a tear. You stayed there for a while, trying to adjust to the fullness of Peter. He was patient with you, although you could feel him twitching against your walls.

"Move, slowly," you instructed, and he complied. His hand once again moved between your combined bodies and found your clit, and began lightly massaging it, making you clench around him and arch your back up to meet his toned chest. The unexpected contraction around his dick made him snap his hips forward and you cried out. It hurt a bit still, but it was starting to feel so good, and you feel your second orgasm building low in your stomach.

"More. Fuck, Peter. I need more. Faster," your chest heaved. His fingers moved faster and so did his hips. He leaned down and pulled you into a hungry kiss. Peter was hammering into you now, and the way he was rubbing your clit told you he was close to his own release. Your name fell from his lips like a prayer.

Suddenly he pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss of contact. He moved to stand the edge of the bed and pulled you by your ankles to where he could reach you. He re-entered you, the new position allowing him to go deeper and harder than before.

It felt like you were losing your mind. The pleasure was overwhelming you as you felt Peter become acquainted with places deep inside of you. His hair fell down in front of his eyes as he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He began to breathe hard and his face was flushed red.

His thumb found your sensitive clit and rubbed furiously, sending you over the edge. The sounds that left your mouth were nothing short of pornographic, and all you could do was fist the sheets beneath you and say his name over and over again.

The rhythm of his hips faltered and with a few more thrusts he came. He pulled out of you and removed the full condom. Tying it up, he walked into the bathroom. He came back and laid beside you. 

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"(Y/N)," he said, brushing stray hairs out of your face. You laid there with your eyes closed, still coming down from your high. He repeated your name, and you opened them to see him looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"Hmm?" you replied sleepily, making him chuckle.

"Do you want to get cleaned up?"

You grinned at him, "I don't even want to move."

"We need to get you cleaned up. Don't want you getting an UTI or anything."

You blushed and shook your head. Peter was ever the scientist, and always looking out for your wellbeing.

He stood up and held out his hands, and you put yours in his. He quickly pulled you to your feet using his enhanced strength and you found yourself clinging to his torso, as your legs weren't quite cooperating.

Peter laughed when he realized what was happening, and he scooped you up bridal style to carry you into the adjoined bathroom. He set you on your shaky feet next to the toilet.

"I'll be back," he called over his shoulder as he left the room. You sat down and used the bathroom before going to wash you hands and look at yourself in the mirror. The skin above your breasts was covered in hickeys. You moved your hair to the side, admiring them all. On your hips you could still see the outlines of Peter's hands. You traced them with your fingers.

Back in the bedroom, you found yourself a new pair of panties and slipped them on, wincing when they touched your still-sensitive heat. You were going to put on pajamas, that was until you saw the Star Wars t-shirt Peter had discarded earlier still lying on the floor. You slipped it on, enjoying the smell of him. It fit you like most of your own shirts, Peter wasn't that much bigger than you, but you didn't mind. It's not like he hadn't seen you naked.

You began to wonder where he had gotten off to, stepping out into the living area. All of a sudden, your door opened, and Peter slipped back inside. He was wearing fresh pajamas and had a package of your favorite Girl Scout cookies in hand.

"Did you go out there naked? you asked, slightly horrified.

"No, I put my sweats on. I just wanted to grab something else to wear. I was kind of hoping I could stay the night."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," you pulled him to you and kissed him softly. While he was distracted, you grabbed the box of cookies from his hands.

"That's what you really want," he laughed before making his best 'I'm hurt' face.

You giggled at his pout, "No. I mean, I want them, but I want you too."

Peter followed you into the bedroom, and this time you got underneath the sheets. He shed his shirt and crawled in with you. He took the box of cookies back from you, and it was your turn to pout. Peter just rolled his eyes and opened it, feeding you one and making you smile.

After a few cookies, Peter put the box on the nightstand and sunk lower into the bed. You turned onto your stomach and laid your head on his bare chest. The arm under you wrapped around to rest on top of your ass, making you giggle a bit.

Peter pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head before closing his eyes and nodding off to sleep.

"No, no, I have proof," Tony's voice raised over the mixed cacophony that was the tower's common area before coffee and breakfast had been served. He tapped on his tablet and brought up footage from the hallways last night. Out of respect, he only showed the others the footage of Peter with sex hair leaving your room, only to return minutes later re-dressed with a late night snack.

"That doesn't prove anything," Steve scoffed, pouring fresh pancake batter into the pan.

"That's not the only thing on the tapes," Tony gave Steve a pointed look, to which he just shrugged.

"Shhh, they're coming," Wanda warned, and Tony quickly shut the cover down on the tablet. The elevator dinged open and you and Peter exited. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, steering you towards the common area.

You'd wanted to have breakfast alone together, but Peter insisted you join the others for Saturday morning breakfast, or else it would seem strange. Besides, he wasn't ashamed of your relationship, and neither should you.

Walking into the room, all eyes were on the two of you. They knew, and you knew that they knew. You'd tried to find something that would cover the hickies, but short of wearing a scarf or a turtleneck, the latter of which you despised, you were just going to have to grin and bear it. You cursed your adolescent self for never getting into makeup.

"Wooooo," Bucky called, making you roll your eyes, but you couldn't stop the blush rising to your cheeks. "You've got something, well, all over there, (Y/N)."

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up," you sneered, walking towards the counter where the coffee was set out.

"So, how'd you sleep?" Sam asked Peter with a sly grin on his face, who was getting flustered himself now. You decided you could either take the teasing for the next few weeks, or help them get a little more comfortable with it a little faster.

"Fine, I guess," he laughed nervously, running his fingers through his hair. You decided you didn't want to leave him to flounder. Stepping around the large kitchen island, you quickly crossed the distance to Peter. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and pulled him into an intense kiss. His hands rested on on your lower back, pulling you into him. When you finally pulled away, you whipped around to face the others with your hands on your hips.

"Any other questions?" you asked, one eyebrow raised, practically daring any of the enhanced humans around you to challenge you.

"Damn," Nat said into her tea. Steve muttered something under his breath. You turned back to wink at Peter before getting yourself some breakfast and sitting at the large dining room table on the far side of the room.

Everyone had sat down and started eating, when Tony broke the silence.

"Please tell me you at least used protection," he said between bites of eggs, and you nearly spat out your coffee. Peter coughed heavily, choking on whatever he'd been eating at the time.

"Jesus christ, man," Steve gave him a look of horror.

(A/N: My requests are still open! I’m chomping at the bit to write some more, so please send me something good.)

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greaser [04/20]

pairing: bucky barnes x ofc!eleanora baker word count: 2402 warnings: bucky sharpens his knives, a cop pulls a gun on bucky

summary: in which matriarchy teaches bucky how to make quiche

author’s note: n/a

part three | greaser | part five

        There were whispers around the clubhouse but Bucky paid them no mind.  He tried to focus on the chatter of the events in the city.  Widow’s old prosecutor buddy had confirmed Cap’s link between Hydra and the Red Skulls.  No one could prove that Schmidt was the president of the charter, but he had been linked to multiple crimes that the Red Skulls had been involved in.

        The funeral had been larger than Bucky expected.  He’d recognised almost everyone in attendance, bar a few people he assumed were plain-clothed officers.  They’d kept a closer eye on Bucky and the rest of the gang than anyone else.  Even though he understood why they were on their radar, it irked him more than he’d care to admit.  They had just as much right to pay their respects as anyone else did, but because they wore a cut they were singled out.

        Bucky was used to the stares and whispers that circulated whenever the club went somewhere.  It was part of the territory.  But he hated that a rumour had circulated that they’d had something to do with it.  No, they weren’t the most upstanding citizens in the town, like Edward Baker had been, but they also didn’t upset the peace just for the sake of it.  They kept to themselves and ran their own illicit businesses, and occasionally gave back to the community.  They lived there, after all.

        But they didn’t have anything to do with Baker’s murder.  They’d prove it sooner or later.

        Bucky was outside watching the prospect clean his bike.  He nursed a bottle of beer while he sharpened his knife.

        “Kid, give us a minute,” Matriarchy instructed.  Bucky took a swig of his beer as he watched Parker leave the cloth over the handlebar.  His eyes followed the kid as he walked away before turning to look at Matriarchy.

        “What did Patriarchy say?”

        Matriarchy grabbed the larger knife from the table and unsheathed it.  She flipped it over in her hand.  “I’m not getting anything from him,” she confessed.  “Play your cards close to your chest for awhile.  Report back to me if you get anywhere with the girl, or if you hear anything else about the hit on her father.”

        “I’m going around later,” Bucky told her.  “You mind helping me out and baking some kinda peace offering?”

        Matriarchy sheathed the knife once again and placed it back on the table.  “Yeah, give me a couple hours.  Call in on your way.”

        Bucky hated the secrecy, but he knew why Matriarchy kept a low profile.  He wished she hadn’t married Patriarchy, because he was making things so much harder around the club.  She had her reasons, he just hoped they weren’t getting played.

        Once she’d left Bucky finished his beer and began tidying up his knife collection.  His plan for the evening was to clean himself up a bit – he knew he looked rough, so a shower and a long overdue trim of his beard was is order.  His knives were put back into their rightful places in his room and he locked to his bedroom behind him.

        Personal grooming wasn’t high on his list of priorities usually.  An unkempt beard made him look a lot more unapproachable, and that was the plan.  His hair got washed once a week if he could bother, the long brown locks making him look like he was reinventing grunge.  Today he shampooed and conditioned, and made sure all the dirt and grime was removed from under his fingernails.

        He also didn’t want his hair to dry naturally and stringy like it usually did, so he turned up some music and utilised the hair dryer he kept in his bathroom.  If anyone heard the hairdryer in use they’d never let him live it down, and he wasn’t a fan of being the butt of clubhouse jokes.  The music should drown out the noise of the hairdryer, at least long enough for most of his hair to be dried, and then he’d be able to turn it down while he got dressed.

        His bathroom was small, but it was enough for him.  The clubhouse had been remodelled a few years back, giving everyone a bedroom and a small bathroom.  Bucky had been staying in a seedy motel while the renovations took place, because unlike everyone else, he didn’t have his own place outside the club.  Why would he want to pay rent for a place he’d barely stay at?

        That’s what he told himself, at least.  That, and he didn’t like being alone at night.  Someone was always at the clubhouse, whether they were passed out drunk or found it easier to crash there than go back to their own place.  He liked knowing someone was around.

        He almost didn’t recognise himself with a fresh beard trim and clean hair.  He liked his appearance for once, rather than using it to hide behind.  Sliding his legs into a pair of clean, dark jeans, pairing it with his trusty combat boots and a crisp white tee.  It was slightly smaller than the last time he’d worn it, but worn with his cut he didn’t mind at all.

       He can’t remember the last time he put in this much effort with his clothes, at least he was telling himself they were just clothes.  Truth was that he was nervous to see Eleanora again.  They’d been friendly through school, up until he’d left without a single word or a goodbye, and he knew she’d asked his sister about him at school.  He wasn’t sure she’d take kindly to seeing him on her front doorstep, let alone talk to him about whatever happened with her father.

        With a sigh he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind.  Getting ready hadn’t taken nearly as long as he’d expected, so he decided to go around to Matriarchy’s place early to help her with the dish he wanted to take.  He told Parker to let Patriarchy know he was out on business, and then he was gone.

        It was like Matriarchy was expecting him early, because she hadn’t started cooking yet.  Greeting him with a small smile as he let himself in.

        “Wash your hands.  You can start chopping some vegetables.”

        Bucky did as he was told without question or protest.  Matriarchy turned the oven on and started chopping some bacon and chorizo.

        “What are we making?”  He asked, knife gliding through a tree of cooked broccoli before he reached for another.

        “Quiche,” she replied.  “It’s an old family recipe.”  Bucky nodded, grabbing a few beans from the pot and cutting them into quarters.  They fell into silence.  “How’s your mom doing?”

        “I should’ve gone to see her earlier, but it’s so hard seeing her like that, y’know?”  Matriarchy hummed.  “Her nurses say she’s doing much better.  She’s been going for small walks around the garden unassisted, and she likes doing crossword puzzles, so I took her a new puzzle book.  She doesn’t really say much, but apparently she’s normally really chatty.”  He shrugged.  “I think I look too much like him.”

        “I think the more you visit, the more she’ll appreciate seeing you.  I know life gets busy, but try visiting once a week.  Make it the same day, so she has something to look forward to.  The more you try to open the lines of communication, the more likely it is that she’ll want to start talking again.  It’s just going to take some time, Barnes.”

        “Thanks, Denny.”  He really appreciated her advice, after all, she was the only one who knew about his mom’s health.  It helped having someone to talk to sometimes.  “Vegetables are chopped, what next?”

        Denny got him pressing the pastry into the mould before they whisked eggs, milk, cheese and seasonings together.  He was instructed to sprinkle the cut meats and vegetables into the mould before she poured in the mixture.  The timer was on for 40 minutes, and now all they had to do was wait.

        Matriarchy prepared coffee for the pair of them.  He didn’t object, instead choosing to sit on a barstool and flick through a magazine.

        “You said you went to school with the girl?  Eleanora?”  Matriarchy asked.

        Bucky hummed, closing the magazine and placing it back where it was.  “I did.”

        “That why you actually blow dried your hair?”

        “Ha ha,” he said, running his hand through his hair subconsciously.  “That obvious?”

        Matriarchy shrugged.  “Tell me about her.”

        “No one else would tell her the truth until she’s got a gun pointed at her head,” he replied.  “I want to help her, but I also want to keep her out of this shitstorm as much as possible.  You telling me anyone else would prioritise safety over knowledge?  We don’t involve civilians in club business.  At least this way I can make sure she’s not in too deep.”

        Matriarchy nodded as she slid a cup of coffee across the counter for him.  She appreciated where he was coming from.  “You’re sweet on her.”

        He didn’t bother arguing, instead he got up and walked out of the kitchen.  Matriarchy shook her head when she heard the old police scanner hum to life.  She joined him in the living area, and both stilled when they heard the call over the radio.

        “Dispatch requesting patrol cars to Edward Baker’s house.  Daughter is calling about suspicious behaviour in the backyard.”

+++

       Having a gun pointed at him was nothing out of the ordinary.  Unfortunately for Bucky, this time the person holding the gun was a police officer stationed outside Eleanora’s house.  He was unarmed, bar from the quiche he had in one hand, the other raised to knock on the door, and then he was face to face with Eleanor and her friend.

        Now wasn’t the time, but the situation was laughable.

        Fortunately, Eleanora was quick to dismiss the officer, telling him he was ‘a friend’ and his heart started hammering in his chest.  It had been years since he’d last seen her.  Easily ten, though he knew it was a lot more.  She looked tired.  There were dark circles under her eyes and a robe wrapped around her body.  It was fluffy and completely engulfed her frame.

        Her features were a lot sharper, more defined.  She’d done a lot of growing up since leaving town, and he knew he looked a lot different too.  Her eyes didn’t register any familiarity, though, and it made his stomach sink.  Maybe his untimely departure had been harder on her than he’d anticipated.

        With the cop gone, and her friend making her own exit, Eleanora turned to Bucky.  “Are you a friend?”

        “Ouch, Ellie-cat, that hurts.”

        The nickname fell past his lips before he could stop it, and her eyes widened in realisation.  “Jamie.”  She gasped.

        “Yeah.”  He chuckled.  “Been a while, huh?”

        She wiped a tear from her eye and stepped aside.  “Come in, please.  I’m sorry for the ‘are you a friend?’ thing.  It’s been a long day.”

        Bucky gave her a smile.  He walked further into the house and heard the door lock behind him.  “It’s okay.  I know.”

        “Were you there?”  She asked, leading him into the kitchen.

        “I asked you if I could help carry the casket,” he said softly.  He didn’t take it personally.  There were a lot of people at the funeral, and it’d been a long time since they’d seen each other.

        “Oh,” she said, rubbing a hand over her face.  “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

        “It’s okay,” he assured her, placing the dish on the counter before reaching for her.  She let him take her hand and he ran his thumb over her knuckles.  “I just wanted to help, whether you remembered me or not.”

        “Thank you for being there,” she told him.  “Today has been an emotional rollercoaster, of sorts.  And now you’re here and I’m a bit overwhelmed.  It’s been, what, 17 years since I last saw you?  Now you’re wearing a patch, and an SaA badge, and you carried the casket out of the funeral?”

        He removed his hand, a little pissed by the assumption.  “What’s changed over 17 years that has you judging someone based on their appearance?”  He asked her.  “Your dad helped me out a lot as a kid, Nora.  Stuff you don’t know about.”

        She rubbed her hands over her face and let out a frustrated cry.  His heart ached to see her like this.  So beaten down and exhausted.  “Don’t do that, okay?  I’m sorry, just don’t call me Nora.  That’s not you.  That’s not us.  I don’t know who’s on my side here, Jamie.  I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

        “I’m on your side, Ellie-cat.  I’ve always been on your side.”

        She let out a ragged breath.  “It’s been so long, Jamie.  How are you?”

        He sympathised.  She’d been through so much, and if the Red Skulls had anything to do with her father’s murder then showing up in his own cut definitely would’ve been a trigger for her.  He slipped the vest off and hung it over a chair.  He never took his cut off outside the clubhouse, so to do so was a sign of respect.  He swore she visibly relaxed in front of him.

        “You don’t have to worry about me, Ellie.  But I’m okay.  Suppose I just wanted to make sure you were, as well.”

        “Everyday I ask myself, ‘why him?’ and I’m no further to finding out why.  The police have no leads, and I’m so jumpy that I assume a raccoon in my backyard is a person.”  She tried to brush off her paranoia with a laugh, but she sounded so defeated.  He reached out and took her hand, but she fell into his arms, seeking the comfort.  He embraced her warmly, wrapping his arms around her protectively.  “I miss his so much, Jamie.  I keep waiting for him to text me goodnight like he always did, or walk through the front door.  But he’s never going to do that again.”

        Bucky didn’t know what to say.  He never knew what to say to someone who’d lost a loved one, especially when they actually loved them.  Instead, he let Ellie cry to him, rubbing her back and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.  It was the best he could do.  He just hoped it was enough.

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The Bodyguard

Chapter Ten

Master List  |  Bucky Barnes Master List

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC  I Word Count: 5212 Warnings: Fluff, Bucky being Bucky, smexy

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Bucky shuddered gently against Penny, while his mind whirled with her revelation. "You have to tell Steve.”

"I can't. Not just yet.”

"Penelope Grace," he growled against her neck.

"Bucky. Not just yet. I'll tell him when I've gone through all the options, but until that time, how can I place more stress on him? He's off saving the world. He doesn't need to be thinking about me while he's doing it.”

"Penny…” Bucky sighed and looked at her, but gave up when she gave him the stubborn face.

"I'm not giving up, Buck. I won't. I promise, but I have to do this my way.”

"Stubborn as a mule,” Bucky grumbled, tugging her close so he could rest his cheek on the top of Penny's head.

"Ma'am? Sorry to interrupt,” Friday said into the silence. "The detective is back, and he brought friends.”

Bucky growled a second time against Penny, far more feral and angrier than before. "What kind of friends?”

"Special Agent Julie Markov and Special Agent Anthony Barrow of the FBI, and his NYPD Captain, Ryan Harris.”

"Run all three.”

"Bucky.” Penny rested her head on his chest. "I'm too tired and worn out for this.”

"I know, baby girl. You head upstairs and get changed. I'll deal with them until you're ready.” He stroked her hair, then her cheek. “I'll even make you some tea.”

She smiled and nodded. "What will you tell them?”

"As close to the truth as I can. But I think it's better to let SHIELD deal with the money aspect. It's still Hydra. Regular cops aren't equipped to deal with them.

Penny winced. "Um, Buck? We need to talk about the money. I have something to tell you about… all that.”

"Pen?”

"Sergeant? The police are still requesting entrance,” Friday interrupted.

"Did you contact Tamara yet?” he asked, still staring at the fidgeting Penny.

"Miss Smith is on her way. She will be here as soon as she can.”

"Let them up,” Bucky muttered. "Talk fast, Penny.”

"I've been screwing with Hydra's finances for years, so even though they've stolen eighty-two million from me, I've cost them eleven times that much.”

"What!” he shouted.

"Through back channels and anonymous reports to the Attorney General, Miss Rogers has shut down numerous Hydra fronts, false charities, and exposed a number of high powered Hydra supporters. In total, Penelope has removed nine hundred forty-six million, three hundred twenty-seven thousand, four hundred eight dollars and twelve cents from Hydra's coffers,” Friday announced.

"Holy fuck!” Bucky bellowed. "That's motive to kill you, Penny! Why the hell didn't you tell me this earlier?”

"I didn't think it was relevant because they don't know it's me! I swear my trail is untraceable. I've been doing this as long as I've had Marquis, and everything is sent via hardcopy and flash drive to the AG's office. Not even a trace of DNA or a fingerprint left behind. I'm good at this, Bucky. Really good.”

"I want to see it. Your files. Your setup. All of it.”

"It's all in my lab at work.”

"Jesus, Penelope! Anyone could gain access to your damn lab!”

Her hands framed his face. "Shut up for one damn minute and listen!” She waited until he nodded before speaking. "Not my regular lab. My secret lab. The one beneath the building.”

"That's some fucking mad scientist crap, dollface,” he smirked when the shock wore off.

She breathed out a sigh and shot him a wink before returning her satchel of serum to the safe in the wall. “What more would you expect from a literal genius?” she snickered over her shoulder.

“Sergeant Barnes. The police will be arriving in sixty seconds.”

“On it, Friday.” Bucky took one more long look at Penny. “You okay, Pen?”

“Too much exertion today, but I'm steady now. I’ll be fine and down in a few minutes. Don’t shoot anyone unless you have too.”

He beat her to the doorway and took her by the waist. “No more secrets. What you know, I need to know. Promise?”

She tilted her chin up and looked him directly in the eyes. “That’s it. I swear.”

“I believe you, darlin’.” Ducking his head, he kissed her quickly, a swift mating of lips which didn’t last nearly long enough. “Go on,” he murmured when he lifted his head.

“I was going until you sidetracked my brain,” she grumbled, heading down the hall to the secondary set of stairs.

Bucky chuckled as he returned to the living room and took a quick look around. He had weapons stashed everywhere from behind the couch cushions to taped to the undersides of the tables and more in the kitchen. There were four of them coming, all armed, all trained. "Friday, can you turn the kettle on?"

"Of course, Sergeant."

He shook out his flesh arm and rolled the metal one hard, calibrating it from the shoulder down like Stark had shown him. “Give me the rundown, Friday.” Having not bothered to remove the Bluetooth from his ear, she spoke directly to him.

“Special Agent Julie Markov. She is a ten year veteran of the FBI, currently assigned to the Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Branch. In her years there she has been accredited with taking down a number of dirty business relating to drug or gang crime, as well as white-collar crime. If I had to guess, Penny’s attack and subsequent investigation by the IRS has caused them to launch an investigation of their own. Her partner, Special Agent Anthony Barrow, is an expert in white-collar crime and computer-based crime. It is perhaps better not to inform them of my presence. Knowing she employed an AI to compile the data on Taft will only cause them to collect a warrant so they may compile their own data apart from what I’ve already done, and poke their noses into parts of Marquis they have no business getting into. I have put together a file with all our relevant information, the reports submitted by Taft, and the real data, cross-referenced and correlated, along with the money trail from the subsidiaries Taft was using.”

“Thought we’d decided to leave it to SHIELD?” Bucky murmured when the door announced their arrival.

“Well, I only gave them the money as far as I could follow prior to Jarvis’ involvement. If we stonewall them, Sergeant, they will not let it go.”

“Tricky girl,” he chuckled.

“The Captain, Ryan Harris. I do not know why he is here,” Friday murmured. “His record is impeccable with only a few minor incidents in his beat cop days. It appears he had difficulty with authority.”

“Don’t we all.” This time, Bucky didn’t meet them at the door but off to one side, his gun in his hand. Once all four were out of the elevator, he stepped silently from the shadows with the weapon pointed at their heads. “That’s far enough.”

“Barnes!” McGilvery snarled. “You really want to get arrested, don’t you?”

“Not particularly,” Bucky muttered, “But there’s four of you and only one of little old me, so I’ll thank you to remove your service weapons slowly, and the backups, and place them on the table one at a time. You can pick them up on your way out.”

“Sergeant,” the woman took a step forward but froze when Bucky arched a brow. “My name is-”

“Special Agent Julie Markov. Ten year veteran with the FBI, CCRSB. I know who you are, ma’am. At the moment, I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re the President. You aren’t coming near Miss Rogers armed. Not after today.”

“We want to talk to you-” McGilvery started in.

“Do I look like I care at all about what you want, McGilvery? Last time you were here you made unfounded accusations in regards to Penelope. How was the phone call from Steve? That go well for you?” The first thing he’d done out of the shower was send in his report to Steve. Not all of it, of course, but enough, including McGilvery and his asinine comments.

Steve may have been flying over the Atlantic on his way to a mission, but nothing would stop him from coming to Penny’s defence. And when Captain America called, you picked up the damn phone. Bucky knew McGilvery had gotten an earful, likely Harris as well.

“That’s why I’m here, Sergeant. To offer my sincerest apologies to Miss Rogers and assure both of you Detective McGilvery will be on his best behaviour from here on out.”

“Fantastic. Weapons. On the table.”

“If you think I’m going to give up my gun because some washed out Avenger tells me to-”

“Barrow!” Markov snapped. “The Sergeant is well within his rights to ask us to remove our weapons. Miss Rogers has been put in mortal danger twice. As head of her security, it's understandable he’d be… distressed having four unknown and armed people anywhere near her.”

“Look at you go, doll. Got it in one. Weapons. Table. Then you can sit in the living room and ask your questions. Or you can get back on that elevator, and we can meet you at SHIELD’s New York office and conduct this interview under Director Fury’s watchful eye.”

Markov was the first to relent, pulling her service weapon from her hip and placing it on the table. She dropped into a slow crouch and added the ankle revolver before moving further into the room. “We can all be civilized, can’t we, gentlemen?”

Harris was second, his service weapon and back up landing beside Markov’s. McGilvery gave his up begrudgingly, but it was Barrow who crossed his arms and glared at Bucky.

“It’s not happening.”

“Then get out of my house.”

Bucky didn’t look; he didn’t need to. Penny’s oddly beating heart had betrayed her the moment she made her way down the hall to the top of the stairs.

“Miss Rogers, we’re FBI. Surely this isn’t necessary.” Barrow turned on the charm as Penny descended the stairs.

She’d changed out of the pink dress but was no less stunning in skinny jeans and a floaty white top covered by a grey sweater. The knot she’d worn in her hair had come loose in their mad run through the hospital, but she’d somehow managed to pile her wealth of blonde curls up on her head. Penny appeared casual, but there was no mistaking the quality of anything she had on.

Poised and polished, she stopped halfway down the stairs with her hand on the railing and let the ice queen out. If it was wrong getting a thrill watching her go cold on people, Bucky didn’t want to be right, because when her eyes went glacial, and her chin jacked up, it kicked him right in the balls with a hard shot of lust.

“I don’t care if you’re the Queen of England. You will remain unarmed in my home, or vacate it immediately. I have been blown up, shot at, and shot at again by people who were supposed to be some form of security or protection. Perhaps you can see why I am reluctant to have anyone enter my home with a weapon.”

Tall at six feet two inches, Barrow still had to tilt his head up to look Penny in the eyes. His skin had taken on a ruddy flush of anger, causing the pock marks from acne scars to surface white in the red. He thrust his hand through his shaggy mop of curling chestnut hair, but finally tugged his service weapon from beneath his arm, and crouched to remove the one at his ankle. Both landed with a thud on the table.

“And the one at your back,” Bucky said.

Narrowed eyes of sharp obsidian glared at him, but Barrow complied and added it to the pile. Bucky lowered his gun and returned it to the holster beneath his arm.

“Excellent. Now, we can finish, and you can all get the hell out.” Penny made her way down the final few stairs.

“If someone wanted you dead, Miss Rogers, removing their gun isn’t going to stop them,” Barrow stated, clearly angry as he stomped toward Penny.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Agent. You could try to hurt me, but that’s why he’s here. And if you think for one moment you could lay a hand on me while there was still a single breath left in the Sergeant’s body, well then, you’d most likely be dead. Right, Buck?”

“Right,” Bucky growled from directly behind Barrow who flinched a lot harder than McGilvery had.

“Damn,” Harris muttered. “He is quiet,” he said to McGilvery who only rolled his eyes.

Penny made her way into the kitchen where she turned off the boiling kettle - thank you Friday - and reached for a teapot made of glass. “Can I get anyone anything?” she asked, adding loose tea to the filter.

“Answers,” grumbled McGilvery.

“I’ll take a tea,” Markov spoke over him.

“Tea would be great,” Harris agreed.

“Coffee?” Barrow asked.

“Fresh out,” Bucky said, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

“Bucky. Don’t be an ass.” Penny shoved him in the ribs and stuck a cup beneath the fancy coffee maker of hers. “Strong, super strong, or stand a spoon in it, Agent…?”

“Barrow, ma’am. Special Agent Barrow and this is Special Agent Markov,” he motioned to his partner, “and the stronger, the better.”

She set the dial and walked away to place the teapot and three mugs on the island. “I’m assuming this is about the hospital today?”

“Among other things.” Markov sat on a stool at the island, clearly working to make Penny as comfortable as possible. “Miss Rogers, we don’t believe for a moment you have anything to do with the attack on you at your office or the one that took place today.”

“Ain’t that a relief.” Sarcasm laced Bucky’s voice.

“But we do believe someone is using your company to clean dirty money.”

Penny nodded, not bothering to look at any of them. “And why would you think that?”

“Your profit and loss margins are out of sync,” Barrow said, eyeing Penny like she was fresh meat and he was a vulture.

Bucky plucked an apple from the bowl beside him and flicked a knife out of nothing he used to begin peeling it. He'd never seen four people come to attention so hard before and had to fight not to laugh.

“They’ve been taking bigger risks. Moving larger sums of money at one time and causing red flags to show across the board.” Markov frowned. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“Penny. Wait for Tamara,” Bucky cautioned, the thin strip of red apple peel getting longer.

“She’s stuck in cross traffic, and as Agent Markov has already stated, I'm not a suspect,” Penny murmured, returning for Barrow’s coffee. “His name is Marcus Taft. He's been in charge of finances for my company since the beginning, and from what I’ve been able to piece together, he’s been washing money through my company since the beginning.”

“You didn’t think this information was relevant last night!” McGilvery snapped.

Penny’s head whipped up, and her eyes ran cold a second time. “Before last night I knew nothing about it!”

“McGilvery! Zip it!” Harris snapped. “My apologies, Miss Rogers for your poor treatment at the hands of my officer.”

She waved off his apology. “I care very little for the politics which happen within agencies, Captain, but I won’t tolerate being spoken to and blindsided like that a second time.” She tugged her phone from her back pocket, tapped a half dozen keys and swiped upward. All four of them beeped at roughly the same time. “That is everything you will need to charge Marcus Taft with money laundering, theft, and embezzlement. The financial statements go back ten years, since the beginning of my company, and I’ve followed the money as far as I can. You’ll have to work outward from there.”

Barrow was already scrolling through the document. “This is impossible! You couldn’t possibly compile all this data in one night!”

“Agent Barrow, I build and maintain the most complex set of computer servers in the world, rivalled only by those of Tony Stark. Yes, I assure you, I can put that together in such little time.”

The Duchess in her voice made Bucky's cock throb. He just wanted to pin her to the fridge and kiss the sass right out of her. When he finished peeling the apple, he set a single uniform width strip of apple peel on the counter and began to slice small sections off he ate from the blade.

“Why is some of this blacked out?” McGilvery asked, clearly trying to ignore Bucky and his knife.

Penny placed a jar of honey and a small bowl of sugar on the island. “The redacted files are Government contracts. I can guarantee none of you have security clearance that high.”

“I could get it if I needed it,” Markov muttered, still reading.

“No, Agent. You couldn’t. Not even Captain America has clearance to read those files. You certainly won't obtain clearance to know even the names of those contracts.” All four of them looked at her in surprise. “He may be my brother, but I sure as shit don’t tell him everything,” Penny smirked as she poured the tea.

“I’d like a chance to go over these with you, Miss Rogers,” Barrow said, continuing to scroll.

“That won’t be necessary. It’s all perfectly self-explanatory.”

“Is this the real reason behind the attack on you?” Harris asked. “Rather than the bogus story SHIELD fed us?”

“We suspect so,” Bucky answered when Penny glanced his way. “But can’t rule out a Steve connection until Taft is brought in and questioned.” He held out a piece of apple Penny plucked from the tip of his knife and ate without thought.

Harris shot McGilvery a look.

“I’ll call it in,” the Detective murmured and walked away to use his phone.

“We’re going to want first crack at him. We need to know who he’s been laundering the money for. Unless you figured that part out already?” Markov asked.

Penny shrugged. “Not so far.” She blinked innocently, sipping her tea. When the coffee maker beeped, she retrieved Barrow's cup.

The steely eye Markov observed her for a long moment, but Penny didn’t flinch. If he hadn't been able to hear the odd beat of her heart, Bucky would have assumed she was entirely honest.

“Hm,” Markov hummed. “Now, Sergeant. You want to tell us how you deflected three bullets with your arm?”

“Nope. SHIELD tech. Proprietary information. Clearance would have to come through them.”

She rolled her eyes, Barrow gritted his teeth, but Harris only grinned. It appeared the Captain was having a very good time getting out from behind his desk.

“If I do have questions about this,” Barrow pointed at his phone, “is it alright if I call?”

“If you must. Email is better. I’m good at multitasking,” Penny said, wandering toward Bucky. She leaned into him, hip cocked, and one knee bent to drink her tea. Bucky’s arm went possessively around her waist, solidifying the statement she was making. They were a team, and Bucky the only one of all of them she trusted.

Markov ran an appreciative eye over him before sending Penny a smirk and a nod. Evidently, the Special Agent approved.

“The men at the hospital were hired guns. Both had a reputation for collateral damage and more than two dozen confirmed kills to each of their names. No one is sad to see them go, but we’re going to have to get your statement of what happened,” Harris said.

“Can’t you just use the hospital’s security footage?” Penny asked.

“There are discrepancies in how it looks on film. Why did you stop before you exited the ER? How did you know to turn when you did? Where did your car come from to pick you up when, from what we could tell, you two were alone?”

Bucky scowled at McGilvery returning from his call. “You gonna ask if I’m in on it this time?”

“Are you?”

“Watch it, McGilvery. One day your mouth is gonna run, and you’ll find yourself with fewer teeth,” Bucky warned. “I’ve been a sniper a long ass time. You learn to listen to your instincts, and when the hair rises on the back of your neck, you make a tactical retreat until you figure out why. Something didn’t feel right when we made to leave out the front, so I changed the plan. When the guys who’d been milling around out front came at us with guns drawn, I fired back. Then I got Penny out of there as fast as possible.”

“Picking her up was just a bonus?”

He shifted his glare to Barrow. “Faster that way. She always wears these ankle-bustin’ shoes.”

“You opened fire in a crowded hospital. You could have missed.”

Back to McGilvery. “Like I said. Sniper. I don’t miss. Only one with more accuracy than me is the Hawk.”

“Hawkeye? Clint Barton?”

“Yeah. We done here?” Bucky looked to Markov who seemed to be running the show.

“How’d you move the car?”

“SHIELD tech. Classified.”

McGilvery’s lip curled up into a snarl. “Convenient.”

“We’re done here.” Markov pushed from her stool. “Thank you for the tea, Miss Rogers, and your cooperation. We’ll be in touch.”

“I’ll be plugging that hole by cutting off access to those monetary channels as soon as you pick up Marcus,” Penny said, following them to toward the elevator.

“Ma’am, we can’t let you do that until we get in there and follow-”

Penny cut Barrow off with a raised hand. “And is the Bureau going to compensate me millions of dollars if I leave it open? I’m eighty-two million in the hole as it is these last ten years. You want me to leave those channels available you’d best be able to get me my money back.”

“Close the holes, Miss Rogers,” Markov nodded, returning her gun to her hip.

“Will do, Agent Markov.” Penny smiled at the Captain. “And thank you for coming, Captain. It’s allowed cooler heads to prevail.”

He shook her hand when she offered it. “A pleasure, ma’am.”

“Let’s hope the next time we cross paths it’s at the NYPD Gala.”

“Looking forward to your speech, Miss Rogers.”

“Penny, please,” she smiled. “Well, in a few weeks then.”

They collected their weapons as Bucky watched and got on the elevator. Once the doors closed, Penny sagged into him.

“Whoa, Pen. You okay?”

“Tired,” she sighed. “Need to lay down.”

“And call off Tamara.”

“Did that when I found out she was stuck in traffic. Better she isn’t around for the Marcus bits anyway.”

Bucky swept her up into his arms and took the stairs three at a time as he returned her to her bed. “Rest, Pen.”

“Mm,” she hummed, eyes already closed.

He covered her in her red blanket, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and quietly left the room. He and Friday had work to do. “You let me know if there’s any change in her heart, Friday.”

“Yes, Sergeant. And Sergeant?”

“Yeah, Friday?”

“I am… happy she told you the truth.”

“Now all we have to do is figure out a way to fix her.”

“I have accelerated my work with the artificial heart. Already I have had an increase of ten percent in my success rate when paired with Penny.”

“What’s your success rate at in total, Friday?” he asked, a smidge of hope filling him.

“... ten percent,” Friday whispered. “It is not as easy as it looks.”

“Considering it doesn’t look easy at all...” Bucky sighed, returning to Penny’s office. “Keep working at it. We’ve got to do something. Penny dying isn’t an option.”

“I agree. Sergeant?”

“What, Friday?” He pulled up the images of her original assailants. Something about their use compared to the two hitmen of today seemed… off to him.

“May I have a sample of your blood?”

Bucky froze, then slowly sat back to look at the wall. “Why?”

“I have a hypothesis.”

“Which is?”

“A hypothesis is-”

“I know what hypothesis means, Friday! What is it? Why do you want my blood?”

“I’d… prefer not to say. In case I am wrong.”

Bucky pulled a knife from his sleeve. “How much and where?”

***

Penny dreamed. She dreamed of a soft bed and a hard body beneath her hands. Of warm muscles and quiet moans.

She dreamed of Bucky's hands on her skin, calluses and metal. His lips were soft when she kissed him. They felt even softer moving down her throat and over her chest to pull at her nipple.

A moan escaped her lips. “James…” she sighed.

“Penny,” he whispered, his hands touching her everywhere.  Then his grip tightened, turned bruising.

"You sure grew up pretty,” hissed maliciously against her skin before sharp pain flooded her belly. When he lifted his head, he wasn't Bucky anymore.

Penny screamed herself awake.

“Pen!” Bucky rushed to her side, and she recoiled. “Easy, easy, Penny. It's just me. You're okay.”

He knelt at her bedside while Penny tried to catch her breath. “It wasn't you,” she whispered and threw her arms around him. “It wasn't you.”

“What wasn’t me, baby doll?” he asked, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“The one who hurt me. I was dreaming of you, and then you were him…”

“Penny.”

“I want to not be afraid anymore. Just for one damn moment, can I not be afraid?” she sobbed.

“It's gonna work out, Pen. You'll see.”

“Will I?” she whispered. “I have six months to save my life. Six. I've spent so much time working to save everyone else; I haven't done any living.” She pushed away and wiped her eyes. “I wanted to travel. See the world. Visit Tokyo, Paris, London. Instead, I've worked myself into an early grave.”

“No!” Bucky took her by the shoulders. “Don't you dare give up!”

“I'm not! But what am I doing it for? What did I do all this,” she thrust a hand out, “for if I'm not enjoying it! No life. No relationships. I may as well be a damn computer for all the good it's doing me!”

“Then change it! Figure it out and change it! Fix your heart and take a fucking vacation! Hell, I'll take you to Paris if that's what you want, but you're not allowed to quit on me, Penny!”

A smirk twitched her lips. “You're gonna take me to Paris, Barnes?”

“Damn right.”

She arched a skeptical brow. “And what would you know of Paris?”

He rocked back on his heels and dragged Penny around so he knelt between her spread knees with her feet dangling from the side of the bed. It made her heart kick in excitement and breath hitch with the same.

“I've been a lot of places, Pen. I know what colour paints the sky over the Eiffel Tower at dawn. I know the Arc looks like it's made of butter at dusk. Like you could reach out and touch it, and it would melt beneath your palm. I've seen the glass of the Louvre's pyramid sparkle after the rain, and ate pastries and drank coffee from cafés along the Rue de Seine.”

“Bucky.” His eyes were like sapphires, dark with want and memories.

“There's a hotel, out of the way and off the tourist track, with the best beds I've ever slept in, piled with blankets and pillows. The windows all have these fragrant flower boxes and Evangeline who runs it waters them each day. She makes breakfast from croissants and mandolins, fruit and cheese, and fresh squeezed orange juice. There are eggs and sausage, bacon and fruit tarts with fresh cream.” Bucky's arms wrapped around her hips and drew her closer, intimately so until her legs were spread wide around his torso, and his face level with her suddenly aching breasts.

She swallowed thickly. “Evangeline, huh?”

“She's seventy if she's a day, with wrinkles and laugh lines, and a head full of curly white hair. I adore her. Learned French just for her.”

“You speak French?” Penny was astounded.

“Oui, et si la dame veut se lever du lit, le dîner peut être servi.”

She blinked at him for a moment before smiling. “Calling me a lady and serving me dinner? Look at you go, turning on the charm. And here you are enticing me out of bed instead of into it. I'm impressed.”

Bucky's arms tightened around her hips. “Darlin’,” he purred. “I assure you, I want you in bed just as bad, but I'm not gonna seduce you after you wake up from that kind of nightmare, especially when you need to eat. Your body's gotta fight ahead of it.”

“You know, you're kinda sweet when you want to be, Barnes,” she smiled and slid her hand through his hair.

A devilish look came into his sapphire eyes. “Baby girl, I can be sweet, or I can be sinful. You fix your heart, and I'll show you just how sinful.” He turned his head and closed his mouth unerringly around her nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra, granted neither was overly thick, and scraped his teeth over it, making Penny gasp in shocked pleasure. “Then I'll take you to Paris and introduce you to Evangeline.”

He pushed to his feet and drew her up with him, holding her so she was pressed full length to his body without any hope of wiggling away.  When his teeth scraped her ear, she shivered, and a drum beat thudded in her womb.

“And then I'll show you just how soft and sexy the beds can be.” Bucky released her with a wink and sauntered out of the room. “Dinner will be ready in five minutes.”

Penny sat with a thump and pressed her hand to her chest. Her heart raced, but it didn't feel laboured, only excited. He'd seduced her with words and barely a touch, given her an incentive to work toward, but Penny had never been a patient woman when it came to getting what she wanted.

And right now what she wanted most was more of the man whistling as he walked away. The reason she’d been hesitant in agreeing to anything this morning was because she didn’t want to hurt him when he found out the truth. But now he knew. He knew, and he still wanted her. He would be with her till the end, and clearly, he was offering her an incentive to work faster.

But what if she didn’t want to wait that long? What if she still ran out of time? What if this was her last chance to grab for a slice of happiness?

Penny let the sweater fall to the bed behind her. “Two can play that game, Barnes.”

Next Chapter

[ao3feed-stucky]

by spikeymarshmallows

Written for HTP meme: So, it's common knowledge that CW Bucky got a lil chubby. What if things go a bit differently, Bucky comes back home with Steve, and finally he can eat what he wants and doesn't have to stress about being in peak physical condition. Like he doesn't full on let himself go and go all overweight or obese, he just has a bit of a tum instead of washboard abs and a rounder face and he likes it that way. Steve likes this Bucky too, with his dad bod and long hair and beard and a newfound love for flannel.

It all goes to shit when Bucky's old friends (HYDRA ofc) show up when Steve's not home and aim for a good ol' trash party, just to find out that Bucko looks a lot different now.

Cue humiliation, fat shaming, HYDRA goons faking disgust/being genuinely disgusted yet still fucking Bucky, degration, shame shame shame etc etc.

+++ HYDRA friends tryin to get to Bucky by suggesting that Steve must be grossed out by him too / 'wondering' why Steve still puts up with Bucky

Words: 3704, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow, Hydra Agents, Strike Team (Captain America movies)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes/Hydra Agents, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Strike Team (Captain America movies)

Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, HYDRA Trash Party, Rape, Rape/Non-con Elements, Fat Shaming, Gangbang, Gang Rape, Hurt No Comfort, Heavy Angst, Not Happy, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant

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Reader Insert Masterlist *updated 10/22/19*

NONE OF THESE ARE MINE!!! I did NOT write any of these! I believe they are amazing fanfics, written by insanely talented people, and deserve to be shared. ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE AUTHORS!!!

Supernatural Masterlist  Stranger Things Masterlist

Bucky x Reader

I Can’t Breathe by ElysianDreamer (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes x Reader) Y/N has asthma. It’s a fact of life, usually not a big deal. It’s annoying when she’s in training, but whatever. It does get pretty bad though when she’s sick. Luckily, Tony knows what to do. Steve and Bucky are more than happy to be his assistants.

Always Remembered by WinterReadingerDixon67(Bucky Barnes x Reader)(Reader x Avengers)  Reader finds out her grandfather has passed away and now attends his funeral with Bucky and the team at her side.

The Foster Sister and the Soldier [part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine] by AmySear (Bucky Barnes x OFC) Jane Foster’s little sister comes to Stark Tower to help Steve Rogers with a mission that requires her expertise in history ("History. What a joke!” as Tony would say). She wasn’t planning on falling for a certain ex-HYDRA super soldier. Really. She just was excited for the free booze.

He’s Not The Only One Home by AmySear (Protective Bucky Barnes x Reader) What if Steve didn’t just find Bucky in that apartment? Did Captain America really think his friend had been alone all this time?

Steve x Reader

a dame to kill for by womanonthemoon (Steve x Reader)(mafia au) no one messes with you and gets away with it

Thor x Reader

Savior by xDarkLoki (Thor x Reader) A creepy guy keeps hitting on Reader who keeps telling him she’s not interested at all. One day, she asks for her long time crush’s help who happens to be a certain Asgardian Prince.

Loki x Reader

You’re My Happy Place by OnceAngel1221 (Loki x Reader) Reader and Loki get stuck in an elevator, when reader has a panic attack, how will Loki respond?

Remy LeBeau x Reader

Lagniappe by Stargirl4Ever (Remy LeBeau x Reader) When you get lost one night in New Orleans, you head to a bar to try to figure out where to go. A mysterious Cajun man by the name of Remy LeBeau has taken interest in you, and does his best to help you out, asking for a little extra in return.

SMUT

My Reward is Your Punishment by BrooklynBridgesFallingDown (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes) Steve put himself in danger for the sake of the success of a mission, and Bucky gives him his deserved punishment by rewarding the reader. Will Bucky be benevolent?

Insomnia by BecaAMM (Steve Rogers x Reader) You can’t sleep. Steve helps you.

Kitten by fvckingavengers (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes) The reader wants to spice things up in the bedroom with pet play.

Yes, Sir! by TonyStarks_Girl (Student Reader x Teacher Sebastian)

Loki’s Slut by icybluepenguin (Loki x Reader) You are at Loki’s mercy for a night. He is determined to bring out your true nature and have you admit to being his slut- through punishment or pleasure, he doesn’t care. It is going to be a very long night…

Snow Day by orphan_account (Loki x Reader) A mini series of Loki smut all caused by a gigantic snow storm, trapping you inside the palace.

Billion Dollar Man by marvelousfvcks (Tony Stark x Reader) Sugar Daddy AU - After mounting bills and debt cause you to look at alternative means of making money, you’re thrown into a whole different kind of life when one of the most famous billionaires on the block offers to be your sugar daddy, of course in exchange for a different from of payment.

Animal Instincts - Part III by fvckingavengers (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes) Alpha!Steve and Alpha!Bucky help the reader through her heat.

Dumped, Drunk, and Angry by Green_Eyed_Dragon_Fanfiction (Bucky Barnes x Reader)  After a nasty breakup, you go out drinking. After an absolute creep hits on you, you’re saved from a concussion by a mysterious, kind man, who reveals himself to be Bucky Barnes. The bar you’re in is a bit suspect, but you never expected him to be head of a biker gang.

One to Ten by EnInkahootz (Tony Stark x Reader x Bruce Banner) You have signed up to participate in a scientific study conducted by Dr. Bruce Banner and Mr. Tony Stark, who are researching female orgasms.

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Masterlist

18+  All are NSFW 

Marvel

SERIES

The Option ( Bucky x Reader) (SERIES, COMPLETE) 

Who Am I?  (A/B/O , Steve/Bucky/Reader, non-con) (SERIES, COMPLETE) 

The Distraction (Steve x Reader, Non con) (SERIES, COMPLETE)

Prove Yourself (Bucky x Reader x Tony) 

     Test Yourself (Tony x Reader) 

             Treat Yourself (Thor x Reader)

The Vikings Sannr Ast (Bucky x Reader AU)

    Part One   Part Two   Part Three

ONE SHOTS

Steve

On Your Mark (Steve x Reader, rough sex) 

Cast Away (Steve x Reader) 

JealouSteve (Steve x Reader, dubcon)

Just A Touch (Steve x reader, dubcon)

Dark as Ice (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Finally (Steve x Reader, read at own risk)

Number One Fan (Steve x reader, noncon)

Book Worm (Steve x reader)

Shhh! (Steve x reader)

Date Day (Steve x reader)

Casual Sex 

Look No Hands 

I Do

Eternity

Good Boy (fem!dom) 

The Shield

Steve’s Baby

Sneaky Steve

The Final Girl (Slasher!Steve AU)

People Can Lick Too (Serial Killer!Steve AU)

Oh But I Am 

Clicking (I.T. guy Steve AU)

Fever (Non-con)

Winds of Winter (GOT AU)

Merry Christmas Santa (Non con) 

You’ll See (Non con)

Keep Reading 

Roar

The Best Goodbye

Welcome Home

Moral of the Story 

Put Your Lips together and...

Bucky

Dream On (Bucky/Reader, a little bit of Steve, dub-con)

Revelations (Bucky/Reader)

Winter Smut (Winter Soldier x Reader, non-con)

Hydra’s Watching (Bucky x Reader, dubcon) 

Prisoner of Love (Winter Soldier x Reader) 

Halloween Magin (Bucky x Reader)

Never Again (Bucky x Gender Neutral reader, drabble, smut)

Actions Speak Louder Than Words (Bucky x Gender Neutral Reader)

Wanted: Dead or Alive (Bucky x reader, wild west AU)

Orders For The Soldier (Bucky x reader)

A Dream Come True (Bucky x Reader x ?)

I Watched You Change (Dracula AU, Bucky x reader) 

Panty Raid (Bucky masturbation, drabble)

Dom!Bucky Drabble

Very Good Princess 

Bucky’s Baby

Just a Little Mess

Make Me Beg

Break Away

Egg

Charcoal

Alway’s Right

Priorities

Crowned Christmas Wedding

Bucky’s Bakery 

Christmas Spirit 

Christmas Lights 

Bucky’s Bride (Noncon)

Power Dynamics

Answer The Question 

Brick House 

Stucky

Forever (Stucky x Reader A/B/O)

Robots (Stucky x Reader, Noncon, drabble)

A Phone Call Away (Stucky x reader, dubcon)

What’s Next?  (Stucky x reader)

A Few Drinks More 

Eternity

Stony

As Much As We Can Give (Stony x reader non con, drabble, breeding)  

Golden Stair (Stony x reader)

So Proud of You (Stony x reader) 

Bad Girl

Tony

Sexual Harassment (Tony Stark x Reader, non-con)

Mercy (Tony Stark x Reader)

Sexual Harassment (Tony Stark x Reader, non-con)

Stark’s Secret Santa (Tony x Reader)

Tony’s Runaway (Tony x Reader, Noncon, drabble)

Pretty Cool (Tony x reader, drabble)

Time Of The Season (Tony x Reader)

Relax

Mustache Ride

Thor

Thor’s Christmas Cookie (Thor x Reader A/B/O)

Seven Minutes In Valhalla (Thor x Reader, Dubcon, drabble)

Thor Meetings You Parents (SFW, Drabble)

Are You Worthy?  (Thor x Reader)

Lightning Strikes (Breeding) 

Thor’s Kitten 

Overstimulation 

Clint

Hawkeye Makes you Quiver (Clint x Reader) 

Little Bird (Clint x reader) 

World of Trouble

Loki

Merry Kinkmas (Loki X Reader) 

Low Key Good Time (Loki x reader, breeding! dubcon, drabble)

Take A Bite (MCU x MCU smut)

Loki’s Very Special Girl (Loki x reader noncon)

Waterbed (Loki x Reader)

Loki’s Good Girl (Thorki x reader) 

Final Hurrah

Bang for your Birthday (Gang!Bang by Loki x reader)

What You Need

Magic Cuffs 

Loki’s Trick

Venom 

Venom’s Lead (non-con)

And Venom Makes Three (Eddie Brock x reader x Venom) 

Sam Wilson

Lucky Boy (Succubus reader) 

You’re Everything I Want

Miscellaneous 

IT’s a Stucky Situation (IT mashup,  Pennywise x reader, stucky x reader) 

Hela Good Time (Hela x female reader, noncon, drabble)

My Queen (Erik Killmonger x reader) 

Mysterio Ways (Mysterio x reader) 

Gang Bang (Avengers x you)

Say Goodbye (Nat x reader)

Flu Shot (Dr. Strange x reader) 

Medicine (Sr. Strange x reader)

The Walking Dead

Negan Breeding (Negan X Reader, noncon) 

Trick or Treat (Negan X Reader X Daryl, noncon threesome) 

Negan’s Angsty Girl (Negan X Reader, smut) 

The Past Brings A Present (Negan x Reader A/B/O)

 Part One        Part Two      Part Three 

Negan’s Pet  (Negan/OFC, BDSM, smut)  (WIP) (On Indefinite Hiatus) 

     Part One       Part Two     Part Three

Negan’s Lost and Found (Dom/Sub, slight non-con)  

       Part One      Part Two      Part Three       Part Four       Part Five 

Negan’s Son interrupts (Pre-Apoc, fluffy)

Harmless Flirting (Negan/wife in front of Simon) 

Daryl Who  (Dom!Rick/reader, non-con) 

Request (Negan X Olivia) 

Iron Or  (Negan x Reader, manipulation and oral)

       Part One     Part Two 

Listen To Me (Negan/Rick/Reader threesome non-con)  

E is for Extreme (Simon/Reader) 

Bet Your Ass (Negan/Reader, anal) 

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[spikeymarshmallows]

Written for this prompt on Hydra Trash Meme:

So, it's common knowledge that CW Bucky got a lil chubby. What if things go a bit differently, Bucky comes back home with Steve, and finally he can eat what he wants and doesn't have to stress about being in peak physical condition. Like he doesn't full on let himself go and go all overweight or obese, he just has a bit of a tum instead of washboard abs and a rounder face and he likes it that way. Steve likes this Bucky too, with his dad bod and long hair and beard and a newfound love for flannel. It all goes to shit when Bucky's old friends (HYDRA ofc) show up when Steve's not home and aim for a good ol' trash party, just to find out that Bucko looks a lot different now. Cue humiliation, fat shaming, HYDRA goons faking disgust/being genuinely disgusted yet still fucking Bucky, degration, shame shame shame etc etc. +++ HYDRA friends tryin to get to Bucky by suggesting that Steve must be grossed out by him too / 'wondering' why Steve still puts up with Bucky

Me: probably going to hell. Also needs a hug. Also needs to write the Comfort part of this. 

Warnings/Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat; Hydra Trash Party; Rape/Non-Con; Gang Rape; Fat Shaming; All Hurt No Comfort; Heavy Angst; I needed a cuddle after writing this; No Happy Ending. Unbeta’d.

Not feeder-kink, nor is Bucky actually fat. Civil War Beefy!Bucky. 

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

surprise

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AczY87

by spikeymarshmallows

Written for HTP meme: So, it's common knowledge that CW Bucky got a lil chubby. What if things go a bit differently, Bucky comes back home with Steve, and finally he can eat what he wants and doesn't have to stress about being in peak physical condition. Like he doesn't full on let himself go and go all overweight or obese, he just has a bit of a tum instead of washboard abs and a rounder face and he likes it that way. Steve likes this Bucky too, with his dad bod and long hair and beard and a newfound love for flannel.

It all goes to shit when Bucky's old friends (HYDRA ofc) show up when Steve's not home and aim for a good ol' trash party, just to find out that Bucko looks a lot different now.

Cue humiliation, fat shaming, HYDRA goons faking disgust/being genuinely disgusted yet still fucking Bucky, degration, shame shame shame etc etc.

+++ HYDRA friends tryin to get to Bucky by suggesting that Steve must be grossed out by him too / 'wondering' why Steve still puts up with Bucky

Words: 3704, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Brock Rumlow, Hydra Agents, Strike Team (Captain America movies)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Brock Rumlow, James "Bucky" Barnes/Hydra Agents, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Strike Team (Captain America movies)

Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, HYDRA Trash Party, Rape, Rape/Non-con Elements, Fat Shaming, Gangbang, Gang Rape, Hurt No Comfort, Heavy Angst, Not Happy, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Humiliation

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AczY87