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[johnkrrasinski]

be my baby; 

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Pairings: bucky barnes x camgirl!reader (modern au)

Word count: 1,834

Warning: SMUT. sexy times, cuss words, masturbation, (female & male). MUST BE 18+ 

Summary: you were a camgirl and bucky barnes was your favorite regular client. what happens when you realized you were catching feelings? 

a/n: this one’s written for @candy-and-writing​‘s 1000 followers writing challenge. congrats girl! i chose the prompt “you’re fucking beautiful.” 

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The screen of your laptop lit up, illuminating the dimmed room you were unchaperoned in. The ringing tone reverberated, waiting for you to accept the call, and the familiar face and those sapphire blue eyes emerged.

"Hey there, handsome." You coquettishly whispered.

"Hey, baby. You ready to make daddy feel good tonight?"

"Yes, daddy. I’m always ready for you." You writhed for the man on the screen.

Bucky had been one of your regular clients for three months now and he was irrefutably your favourite. Those hypnotizing blue eyes and that deep gravel voice, especially when he went into the full commanding mode, mandating you to please him; that smug look on his face when he triumphantly made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, and the way his gentle words would soothe you afterwards made you wish he was right there in the same room as you instead of being linked by internet access. Sometimes you'd think that you were falling for the man, but the stringent voice in your head would quickly clear those daydreams away saying, "no! you gotta be professional. He probably has a girlfriend or a wife in real life." (and you swear you didn't hear your heart fracturing at the thought)

"Good girl. Always so obedient for daddy, huh?" you nodded. "Now take off that bra and those panties, then lean back and spread your legs wide for me."

"Yes, daddy," you followed his orders; spreading your legs wide, putting each on the sides of your laptop, giving him a full display of your glistening cunt.

"Such a pretty cunt. Now, rub that clit for me, c'mon."

You slowly slid your fingers down from your bare chest, to your belly and then to the spot that he wanted you to touch. You made a circling motion on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You shut your eyes as you let yourself relish the pleasure. You whimpered with your mouth open and bit your lip to suppress it.

"Play with your tits baby." Your other hand move to your breast and you groped the globe and then you pinched the nipple. "Yeah, just like that. God, you're so fucking beautiful." You moaned at the piquant sting, and you rubbed your clit more furiously as you felt yourself getting more soaked. You felt the familiar bubble forming in your abdomen ready to burst in seconds.

"Can I cum daddy, please?" You whined as you kept playing with your breast and fingers nudging the bud.

"Not yet babygirl, now insert two fingers inside that cunt."

You did as he said, and shoved two digits through your tight entrance and you moved them in and out as you felt your fingers getting drenched, the squelching sounds elevated the eroticism in the scene.

"Keep one hand on your sexy tits baby, yeah fuck that cunt for me."

As you shut your eyes once more, trying to focus on stroking the spot that pushes you to the edge every time, you heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, and he pulled down his boxer to his thighs, just enough to let his massive cock spring free.

His fingers circled around his shaft, pumping himself up and down, as he kept his sight fixated on you, watching every movement you make, the way your face contorted in pleasure and your brows furrowed, and euphonious sounds escaping your lips, it riled his cock more and more, getting it as hard and as stiff as a rock.

"Goddamnit, you're so fucking gorgeous." He grunted through his ragged breathing. "Think of my giant cock destroying that cunt, using you like the dirty little slut you are." His words caused shivers cascading your spine, as you envisioned being pinned underneath him with you ass up in the air and your face squeezed to the pillow.

You squirmed as your cries grew an octave higher, picturing his hands wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you vigorously from behind, not giving you any mercy or repose.

"Gonna fuck you until you're braindead until you can't do anything else but beg for my cock to make you cum like a whore." You picked up the pace, shoving your fingers relentlessly and thrashed around on the sheets.

You felt yourself clenching around your own digits, the tightening coil was seconds away into plummeting you into bliss. "Oh god, please, I'm so close daddy, please!" You pleaded through your ragged breathing as you arched your back.

"Beg louder, baby."

"I need to cum now, daddy! Please!" Your heart pounded against your ribcage, a common aftereffect from your sessions with Bucky.

"Attagirl. Cum for me babygirl, show me what a dirty little whore you are for me."

A few more vehement onslaughts and your abdomen convulsed. Your orgasm erupted, clouding your brain with euphoria, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your body shook as your cries echoed on the walls of your room.

Bucky was still running his hand up and down, reaching his own impending climax. He felt his cock twitching and in a few more pumps, he shot out ribbons of his thick load all over his stomach. He growled as he envisioned painting your womb white with his seed, burying himself deep inside you until every last drop was stored.

He threw his head back and cussed in front of the camera. It was truly a magnificent sight. Man, Bucky knew what he signed up for in the first place and that every girl on this website would keep it strictly professional and online but, the number of times he’d fantasized about taking you on a date to a nice restaurant and then bring you home afterwards to fuck you against the bathroom wall or in front of the mirror all night long would easily give you a reason to kick him out or conclude any sexual engagements with him in the future. Bucky was too madly infatuated with you to risk it.

You were the only thing he looked forward to after a long, dull day at work. You had an edge around you that just pulled him in like a magnet, once he had a taste of you, he was addicted. And he hadn’t even physically tasted you yet. God, he could imagine just how sweet you would taste on his tongue. But you were also capable of being the ideal submissive that he desired. Those doe eyes looking at him through the lens and the way you’d bite your lip innocently, teasing him like the devil. It drove him nuts. And he only longed for more.

Bucky always thought that he wasn’t the type to settle down in a relationship but, if he were, you would exactly be the type of girl that could make him change his mind. Sometimes within the one-hour sessions that he had with you, he would tell you about his day and get all the tension of his chest to you and you would be an excellent listener, always paying attention to every word and never failed to making relieve him of the stress. Along the way, you both felt like you had known each other better than most people that you interacted with in real lives.

Was he catching feelings for you? No, no, no, for fuck’s sake, get it together, Barnes! She only saw you as another of her client!

The thought of you exposing every inch of your body to other men and women caused an extreme detestation in him and it was bugging the hell out of him.

“You did good, babygirl.”

“Thank you, daddy. Do you feel good?”

“Absolutely.” His smile was warm, a contrast to the one that would show when he was tormenting you.

“Do you wanna talk about your day, daddy?”

“Nothing new. Just another boring day at the job.”

“Well, at least mine is the complete opposite.” You winked at him.

He chuckled, amused by your witty remark. Then it was quiet for a few seconds.

“Babygirl, I’ve been thinking…”

“Yeah? What is that, daddy?”

“I know I agreed that we’d keep it strictly professional but, goddamnit, I can’t get you out of my mind for the last few months now. And you’re just… God, you’re fucking amazing. So I was wondering, would you like to meet up? I’ll take you on a nice date, and I’ll pick you up wherever you are.”

You were tongue-tied. You’d always thought that Bucky was never interested to see you in person. You always wondered about him, composing fiction in your head, every night before you drift into a deep slumber, based on all the data that he decided to share with you. You always imagined about kissing him, being on your knees for him as you wrapped your lips around his manhood, and using your body like a ragdoll. Because that’s the only place where you could touch him and feel him.

And now here he was, asking you if you were interested in meeting him in person and go on a date with him. You know that when you first applied for this job, you vowed to yourself that you’d keep it strictly professional and that you’d never let your feelings defeat your common sense. But those oaths were disrupted since the day this job introduced you to Bucky.

You couldn’t decide whether you were grateful or woeful for that.

But now you knew that it was the former. Because everything you had dreamt of for the last three months came true and you were bubbling with joy. You were ecstatic, like a girl who had just been asked by her crush to go to prom with him.

“Yes, yes daddy! I wanna go on a date with you.”

“You serious?” His expression was elated.

“Yes! I’d love to know you more, daddy.”

“Oh man, I should’ve been more prepared, so… How about you give me your number and text me your address later? This Saturday, 8 PM. Sounds good?”

“Yes, daddy. It does.”

“Alright. God, I can't fucking wait to see that beautiful face in person… Oh and by the way, you don’t have to call me daddy when we’re not getting each other off, baby. You can call me Bucky. I love to hear the sound of my name rolling off your tongue.”

“Okay, Bucky.”

You exchanged number before you ended the session and you instantly texted your address. What an odd coincidence it is that you both lived in New York. He worked at Wall Street and he reminded you that he was going to be at your front door at 8 PM this Saturday. You were jittery, anticipating for the weekend. You didn’t know if he was going to be as wonderful as he seemed to be in real life or if the date would lead to something more between you, but one thing that you knew for sure was that you certainly needed to shop for a new dress.

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A Thin Line - Natasha Romanoff x avenger!reader

a/n - hey lovely people! i’m so excited for this one! it’s for @candy-and-writing ‘s 1,000 followers challenge - congrats lovely!! i’ve never written for Natasha before, but i hope i will again because i love her:) divider is by @firefly-graphics and italics are for thoughts. enjoy!<3 

Summary: Natasha seems like she wants nothing to do with you, but you two get sent on a mission together. It was supposed to be a simple in-and-out, but when things get complicated can you count on her to come to your aid? aka, a sort of enemies to lovers :)

Prompt: “How the fuck do you turn it off?” (bold in the fic)

Word Count: 3,385

Warnings: blood and violence (both pretty brief), mentions of insecurity, explicit language 

You closed your eyes and sat back, relaxing in your seat. Natasha was the only one with you on the quinjet today, and she was flying it, so you didn't need to deal with her. For now, at least.

Most times, dealing with Natasha just meant not talking to her. Or looking at her. Actually, just… try to get out of her way. You weren't sure why, but for the moment you two met, Natasha always tried to push you away, always giving you hard glares and cold shoulders. You got the message and promptly removed yourself from her immediate surroundings every time it was possible. But, being Avengers together was a serious flaw to this plan, seeing as you needed to go on missions. Luckily, this should be a pretty easy mission today; get in, disable the missile system, get out.

You never understood Natasha's coldness towards you. In the beginning, you had tried to get close to her, talk to her even. Every time she would just brush you off, so eventually you just stopped trying. You spent countless hours wondering what on earth could make her dislike you this much. Maybe she thought you weren't good enough to be an Avenger? Or maybe the other way around – she thought you were a threat to her, because you were so little women in the Avengers? but that's absurd.

You were certainly no threat to Natasha Romanoff, who was a way better spy than you, has more field experience than you, and was prettier than you. Like, ridiculously pretty. Pretty enough that the first time you met her in person, you had to physically stop your jaw from hitting the floor, and you had to admit – she was really hot. And if you weren't working together, you would've totally asked her out right that second, but you knew better. You thought you could at least be friends, but those hopes were also crushed fairly fast.  

Safe to say, things between you and Natasha were never smooth. Right now though, you could simply rest until you got to your destination, the middle of nowhere.

You were dosing off, and you opened your eyes abruptly at the sound of Natasha's voice. "Buckle up," she said, "we'll land in five."

You did as she said and braced for the landing.

You and Natasha went out of the quinjet side by side, silently observing your surroundings. The icy land stretched out before you, the warehouse that was your target just out of sight because of a hill, but you knew it was there. You started walking, and it didn't take long for you to be on the top of the hill, the warehouse a mere 3 minutes away from you. You could see the missiles system on the roof. Very poor installation, but what could you really expect from lowlifes like the ones who used to run this place.

"It looks abandoned," you remarked, feeling awkward about the lack of conversation.

"The files said it was," Natasha answered dryly, moving forward to continue walking. You swallowed your questions and quickly caught up to her. Even on a mission, agent Romanoff just can't seem to make conversation with me.

You stood in front of the back door, and took your guns into your hands, while Natasha took her gun and tested the door handle. It was locked, as expected, but she wasted no time kicking the door down, pointing her gun at whatever emerged from the darkness, but nothing did, and she lowered her gun a little, entering cautiously. If you were friends, you would've told her she looked totally badass kicking down that door, but you weren't so you stayed quiet. Besides, I'm sure she already knows, you mulled as you followed her inside. You felt along the wall closest to you, finding a light switch and turning it on, squinting slightly at the fluorescent light.

Before you was a long hallway. The warehouse was turned into a makeshift building, different rooms for different people or occasions. You had memorized the blueprints, but even without them you could find what you were looking for – it was kind of hard to miss.

A huge room with glass walls was at the end of the hallway, and even from this distance you could see the big, old-fashioned computer system used to control the missiles.

You and Natasha moved wordlessly towards it, opening other doors in your way to make sure there was nothing there, but you found mostly supplies, which is unsurprising since this place is abandoned and in the middle of nowhere, you thought, fighting your disdain at the frankly stupid protocol of checking every corner. This whole mission seemed a little boring and unnecessary to you, disarming a missile system just so no one could get their hands on it, but sometimes that's how it is.

And it is a pretty massive missile system, you thought as you entered the big room, your eyes scanning over the large machinery. Natasha stood guard by the door while you approached the main computer, turning it on. The program was old, but very effective, you noted as you observed it for a bit, contemplating how to turn it off for good. There was always the option to set the place on fire, but that's never a good idea when the missiles are stored on the roof.

You found the self-destruct but without blowing up part of the software and were just neutralizing it when you heard heavy footsteps. You were about to call out to Nat from the other side of the room, but a hand clamped down on your mouth, and a foreign voice growled into your ear, "Shhhh. Who else is here?" the man asked.

You quickly looked over at the door and found that Natasha wasn't there, and you sighed in relief. She must've gotten away.

You quickly picked your plan of action. "Please, I'm alone, I didn't know there was anybody here," you said, allowing the panic that was rising in you to be heard in your voice. Because Natasha may be safe for now, but what if she can't turn the missiles off? Or what if she just left you here? She was a spy, it would be so easy for her to just lie and say there were complications and you died, and no one would question her because they like her more than you, and she would've gotten rid of a person she hates while you rot here and—

You took a breath as deep as the hand on your mouth allowed you. This wasn't the time to spiral. She's a professional, she won't leave you here even if she hated you. And you were a valued member of the team. You forced yourself to relax, your irrational thoughts fading. You can act panicked without actually being panicked.

The man looked around the room and clearly didn't see anything else, because he started leading you through another corridor, one you hadn't been in before.

When you left, Natasha went out of her hiding spot and cursed under her breath. She hid when she heard the footsteps, but before she managed to signal you to do the same, she saw the man grabbing you and seizing you away.

She wanted to go after you, but instead went and after seeing that it's all clear, stood in front of the computer you just stood in front of a couple of moments before.

Every fiber of her begged her to succumb to her initial urge and go after you. And she wanted to slap herself for it, because if it would've been Cap or Tony, she wouldn't have felt like this. She knew you could handle yourself, and besides, she was extremely good at containing her emotions.

She stared at the program in front of her, trying to make sense of it, trying to remember what little she knew about it, but that was your specialty.

"How the fuck do you turn this off?" she whispered under her breath before willing her mind to calm down and start figuring it out.

You let yourself be dragged by the man until you eventually entered another large room, filled with people, seemingly of the same age as the man who took you. Currently, he sat you down and tied your hands to a pipe behind your back.

"Why are you here?" he asked, taking a knife from one of the men next to him. Everyone in the room quieted down, listening.

"I just…" you said, feigning panic to buy you some time. "I was hiking and I was getting really cold but then I saw this building and it looked abandoned so I thought…" you willed yourself to look as scared as possible, tears coming to your eyes, and you inwardly thanked your mom for making you sign up for that one acting class. "I thought I could come here and get a little warm. I didn't come looking for trouble, I promise," you wavered your voice.

The man punched you in the face and you clenched your jaw at the pain. "Then why were you in the control room?" He reached inside of your pocket. You tried to get him off you, but two of his friends held you down quickly. You squirmed when he entered his hand, pulling out a paper that you had prepared to help you disable the missiles – it contained the program shortcuts for you to use if you needed them to destroy the missiles. A valuable part of your pre-mission research that the man tossed aside. Thankfully, he probably doesn't understand the program.

"Keep an eye on her," he said, leaving the room, probably to sweep the perimeter once more. Hopefully, this little interrogation bought Natasha enough time to figure out how to disable those missiles, because if not… you were definitely screwed.

Natasha spent about one minute trying to disable the program before realizing it was useless. Without you, she could never do it. She ran back to the quinjet, making it twice as short as it took you both to walk. She contacted the team back at home, and thankfully Tony answered her right away.

"Nat? What's up? Did you and—"

"Tony, I don't have time for your stupid quips. The warehouse isn't abandoned. We need backup, asap."

He could hear the urgency in her voice and told Jarvis to call for backup.

"Did you disable the missiles?" he asked.

"No," Natasha answered, moving around the quinjet in a hasty search for anything that can help her when she goes back in.

"Why? Let me talk to-"

"You can’t talk to her, Tony, they took her," Natasha said, straining to keep her voice leveled.

Tony was shocked at the display of emotion that still managed to be heard, a sign she was really upset. Things were probably going to shit over there.

"I already sent in backup, they'll be there in a bit," he said. He wanted to live, so he ignored her anxious tone.

She hung up without saying goodbye.

The people who were sitting around the room started closing in on you, looking at you.

"Poor girl," one of them said, smirking down at you, "you got into the wrong building." He took out a knife and slashed the rope that was tying you. The others still kept you in place while he grabbed hold of your wrist. You tried to pull away from him, but your face was already painfully puffing up from the punch you got before, and you couldn't break away from his grip. He moved the tip of the knife across your inner forearm, and you stopped moving, realizing if you did it would rip into your skin.

He smiled an unpleasant toothy smile when he saw you stopped moving and cut you across your arm, a long line that immediately started bleeding and you yelled at the sudden, burning pain, actual tears rising in your eyes right now. You were done for. He reached for your other arm, no doubt to do the same. Before you could struggle away, the door was kicked open.

It was kicked open by one very angry Russian spy.

You had never been happier to see Natasha than at that moment. She went in, her gun securely in her hands, steadily shooting the people who were holding you before they had the chance to realize what was happening. You fell to the floor, clutching at your bleeding arm. Everyone else scattered away, leaving the room quickly, and Natasha rushed to your side.

"Did you disable the missiles?" you asked her, your tone urgent.

"I couldn't," she shook her head, kneeling next to you and helping you up.

You couldn't help but lean on her a little, dizziness clouding your head. "Let's go to the computer room," you said through gritted teeth.

"You need medical help, you can't-"

"I can and I will. Let's go before they come back," you said. You instantly regrated taking your aggravation out on Natasha, but apparently it worked, because she started making your way to the room.

When you got there, you leaned heavily on the table, blinking a little until you could focus. You entered the final few lines and the system shut down. You sighed in relief. Natasha was back at your side, helping you move out of the warehouse, making your way to the quinjet.

"I called backup," she said, "they should be here soon." She looked at you, a frown on her face. You were losing too much blood.

"Great," you nodded, before you tripped, nearly falling on your face before Natasha caught you.

"Stay with me," she told you. You barely made the rest of the way to the quinjet, collapsing against the nearest wall. Natasha told you to stay awake, and she went to get the medical supplies.

"Keep your eyes open!" you heard her call out to you. And you tried, you really did, but you just couldn't. Your arm hurt like hell, so did your face, and you were almost grateful to feel your consciousness slip away from you, your eyes closing.

You awoke in a seat that was propped back to make a sort of bed. You could feel that your arm was bandaged. You tried to get up, but as soon as your head lifted you felt a wave of dizziness hit you. In an instant Natasha was by your side, grabbing your healthy arm and lowering you back into your previous position. "Wow, I wouldn't do that if I were you," she chuckled. "How are you feeling?"

"Dizzy," you smiled. "What happened? How long was I out"

"Twenty minutes. You lost a lot of blood, but you managed to disarm the missiles," she smiled. "The backup team got here fifteen minutes ago, and hey went to deal with everyone that was there."

"Who were these people?" you frowned, "how did we not know they lived there?"

"They were a part of the gang who used to run the place, and our intel that they all left was wrong. A bunch of psychos," she said, frowning at your now bandaged arm.

"Thanks," you said and moved it a little, "for that. Also, for coming back for me."

"Of course," she said. "Why wouldn't I come back for you?"

"I'm pretty sure this is the longest conversation we've ever had," you chuckled. "You hate me. It's fine, I got the hint. But I'm just glad you're professional enough to disregard that. Thank you."

"I don't hate you! Why would you think that?"

"Come on, it's okay, really. You don't talk to me, you escape every time I enter the same room as you, you're never in my presence unless you have to. I'm not dumb. I just can't figure out why you can't stand me," you shrugged as best as you could from your lying down position.

"But I don't do these things because I hate you," Natasha said. "I… okay, I almost got you killed, you deserve to know," she gathered her courage. "I don't want to talk to you or be in the same room as you because I think I'm going to make a fool out of myself, like I'm doing right this moment. I'm scared that if I spent enough time with you, I'd start… feeling, and for a spy that's a disadvantage. But the joke's on me I guess, because even when I distanced myself from you I still feel enough to lose my head, not be able to diffuse those missiles, and almost not get to you in time."

"Feel what?" you asked, still a bit puzzled.

"Feel…" she looked for the right words. Apparently, she couldn't find them, because the next thing you know she was gently cupping your bruised face in her palm, leaning down and putting her lips on yours. She kissed you gently, not wanting to hurt you, but you couldn't care less, pushing your face up against her to deepen the kiss, until you flinched in pain and broke apart from her, lying back down.

"Well, why didn't you just say so?" you smiled at her, biting your lip.

She laughed. It's corny, but it was one of the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard, and knowing you made her laugh made it all the sweeter.

"I was taught that feelings will only ever get in the way of my missions. And… I thought you wouldn't feel the same about me, so it would be all this trouble for nothing."

"Well, I do," you said and smiled brightly at her. "And see? You did great on this mission. No matter what you felt or didn't feel about me, you don't know programming and you couldn't have disarmed that system. But you saved me, and just in time," you said.

"So what you're saying is it all turned out for the best and I should take you out to dinner?" Natasha smiled.

"Mostly the first part, but dinner would be very nice," you smiled back at her.

She leaned down to kiss you again, and you broke apart with a smile. At that moment Tony entered the quinjet, calling out to you and Natasha. She promptly stood up, checking the bandage on your arm.

"Agent Romanoff, I see you've become a nurse," Tony quipped.

"I can currently think about 50 different ways to kill you," she shot back and you fought the giggle that arose in you at her sudden change of demeanor. "I have a reputation to uphold," she shrugged, as if answering your thoughts.

"Yep," Tony agreed, "Nat, you can go, and we can take it from here."

"Why would I wanna go?" Nat quirked her eyebrow.

"Well, no offense, but don't you, you know," he pointed at you, "don't like her?" he stage-whispered.

"First of all, if I did, that would be the rudest thing to say ever, but second of all, why does everybody think that?" she said incredulously.

"Okay," Tony said, raising his arms in mock surrender. "I just thought you'd both be happy to know we found everyone we could. The lunatics confessed to everything right away. And you have a week off," he added and walked out of the quinjet.

"A week off," you whistled. "That's a lot of dinners."

"It is," Nat agreed. "Why, do you have any plans for them?"

"Not unless you make them with me," you said, smirking.

"Good thinking," she smiled.

"Thank you. Now, I don't know about you, but I'd die for a shower right now, and I'm gonna need help because of this bandage," you smiled, falling into a banter with her easily.

"Oh really? I wonder who could help you," she chuckled as she left to fly you both home.

You would've pinched yourself but the pain you were still in was enough to confirm you weren't dreaming. Natasha didn't hate you, she wanted to take you out on a date. And there was nothing you wanted more than that date. A smile on your face, you dosed off into a peaceful slumber, feeling secure and happier than you have in a long time.

hope you liked it! tell me what you thought and if you want to see more nat in the future, i definitely want to write more for her! also, next on my agenda is a new Cycle update, so keep an eye out for that;) Thank you so much for reading!<3

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Reunited-Steve Rogers x Reader

For @candy-and-writing​ writing challenge; I hope you enjoy it! 

I felt a lump form in my throat when I saw him. For a moment I didn’t even believe it was real, that he was really here after so long

“Well this isn’t awkward at all,” Sam whispered under his breath, breaking the silence that filled the room as Steve and I stared at each other. 

“Let’s give them some space,” Rhodey said, practically ushering everyone out of the room, leaving just Steve and I in an awkward silence. 

“Y/n-” Steve started but I just shook my head, trying to control my conflicting emotions. I’d missed him so much but my emotions were all over the place; Part of me wanted to slap him for leaving me for two years with only a goodbye note; that was it. That was all I had. No face to face goodbye; no chance to go with him..nothing, just a note briefly explaining to me what was happening. The other part of me though, wanted to run into his arms and never let him go again. I was jogged out of my thoughts by the sound of his footsteps walking closer towards me, his hands were raised ever so slightly, like he was trying to tame a wild animal.

“I know you're mad and you have every right to be,” He began,slowly making his way closer to me.

“Mad? I’m beyond, Steve,” I snapped, causing his sapphire eyes to widen in shock. He looked like a deer in the headlights of a car. In all our time of knowing each other, I’d never spoken to any of the avengers like that. I sighed, running my hands through my y/c/h locks.

“Where the fuck have you been, Steve? It’s been two years! Two fucking years..” I shouted, feeling tears begin to fill my eyes. 

“Y/n..doll-” Steve began, his hand reaching to place a comforting touch on my face, but I recoiled before his hand made contact. 

“You don’t get to do that; not when what we had meant so little to you,” I stated, backing away further from him. I saw confusion fill his eyes as silence filled the room whilst he processed the words I’d just said. It felt like we’d been sitting in silence for hours; neither of us knowing what to say to one another, so I took that as my opportunity to leave; knowing that I wouldn’t be able to control my emotions for much longer and that soon I would just be a crying mess infront of him and that’s not what I wanted. 

“What we had..meant everything to me,” He whispered, grabbing my arm lightly, pulling closer towards him. I felt his touch send an all too familiar wave of electricity through my body, one that only he could make me feel. I kept my eyes firmly on the ground as I felt him close the distance between us.

“Then why did you say goodbye through a note..?” I asked, tears blurring my vision as I thought back to the pain that came with reading that note for the first time, whilst my heart hammered in my chest as I felt his breath on my neck. 

“Because if I’d had said it in person, I never would’ve left…” he continued, his other hand tilting my head up to meet his now teary eyes. 

“I would’ve come with you,” I replied softly, trying to keep the tears at bay. He simply smiled softly at me, moving his hand from my chin to the side of my face, rubbing soothing cupping my cheek.

“I know..but that’s not a life I wanted for you; I wanted you to have better,” He explained, his voice quiet but soft. 

“That wasn’t your decision to make..” I stated, moving my hand slowly to rub circles in his arm.

“I know...I’m sorry, He whispered, pulling me closer into his embrace. I forgot how safe Steves hugs felt..how much they felt like home. 

“Y/n..I’m so sorry,” he muttered into my hair, before pulling away slightly. 

“I love you, more than anything in this world, I’m sorry I made you doubt that,” he said, our lips so close to touching that it made my heart skip a beat, I couldn’t believe this was really happening; that any of this was real...

“I love you too, Steve,” I muttered against his lips, before closing the distance between them, I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, both out of sheer joy of having him back and because of the feeling of his beard against my cheeks.

“What?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss slightly. 

“It���s different kissing you with a beard,” I answered, with a small chuckle. 

“Good different or bad?” he asked again, a small smirk tugging at the side of his mouth. 

“Good,” I replied with a similar smirk before he captured my lips in another kiss, however the kiss was cut short when there was a knock at the door. 

“Sorry to interrupt you guys, but we kinda need to save the world,” Nat said, pulling us both back to reality. 

“When we’ve sorted this, I’ll prove to you how sorry I am,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Fix it

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 1254 words. 

Summary:  Steve doesn’t wanna lose you, he would do anything to save you.

Warnings: Death of a character, sad. 

A/N: This is my entry to the @candy-and-writing​’s 1000 Followers Writing Challenge with the prompt #17:

“Why the fuck did you do that?”

Also my entry to @justagirlinafandomworld​’s Time Travel Challenge with the prompt #20:

“So…I died. I’m dead”.

And my entry to @cap-n-stuff​’s Vic’s 500 Followers Writing Celebration with the dialogue prompt #14:

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way”.

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 You knew the opportunity was unique, any mistake and Doom would win, you ran as fast as you could, it was the only option, and there was no one closer. You thought you heard screaming behind you, you ignored it, you weren't even sure if they followed you, there was no time to waste, you felt you were short of air, but at last you had reached your goal, you took out the tools and started disabling the equipment... a few minutes later you knew what to do. 

You turned to see Steve, it would be the last time, your sacrifice would save the world, and for a few seconds you closed your eyes to avoid the tears from coming out, you gave one last look at your boyfriend. 

"I love you... goodbye Steve, "you whispered as you took off the bracelet you used to contain your powers.

A blinding light illuminated the place, Steve was stunned, he could not believe it, he knew perfectly well what that light meant; the plan did not contemplate any sacrifice, he could not conceive that there was any way in which it failed. 

Immediately Steve ran to where the light had originated, began to remove the debris desperately looking for you. It took the rest of them several minutes to understand what had happened. 

As soon as Steve found your body, he hugged it, he was trying to make you react in some way, but it wasn't possible anymore. The rest began to approach, Lorna stopped when she was already very close. 

"No, no... Y/N... Doll... please open your eyes," he asked between sobs. 

“Is Y/N...?” 

"Lorna, don't you dare say it, that's not possible," Wanda interrupted her by sizing to the side of her. 

Gert turned to see Nico, she shook her head, she knew it wasn't something the Staff of One could do, she tried when Gert died in the fight against Morgan and it didn't work.

"Do something! Steve cried desperately at Nico without letting go of your body. 

"I-I'm sorry... I can't revive someone," Nico apologised. 

Steve lost track time that happened since you die, a very fixed idea had appeared in his head, and he had heard what the Runaways had done several years earlier, even remembering the déjà vu feeling. 

Bucky walked into the room that you and Steve used to share, during all those days he was trying to cheer up and support her friend, but nothing seemed to work. 

"S-Steve, it's about time," Bucky announced, taking his friend off his shoulder. 

Steve didn't answer, he let Bucky direct him to the place where your funeral ceremony would be. After that he locked himself back in the room, he waited for him to go out again, walked to Chase's lab, would come out of doubt once and for all. He rang the bell outside the place. Chase immediately opened. 

"Cap, do you need something?” 

"I wanna talk," Steve replied.

"Sure, come in, I was making some repairs to the Fistigons, I like that they're always ready... you know, in case I need them,” Chase walked over the door to let it go. “What do you want to talk about?” 

"I know you travelled back in time to save Gert, I need you to help me, and I have to prevent Y/N... sacrifices. 

Chase swallowed, he had no idea how Steve had found it out, and as far as he knew they wouldn't tell anyone how they brought Gert back. 

"I don't know what you're talking about.” 

"You know, now that I think about it, maybe I dreamed it," Steve left the lab, realizing where Chase had his time machines stored. 

He spent the next few hours planning how to get one, he was going to do whatever it took to avoid your fateful end, but he wouldn't go to that moment, but a few days earlier, what he wanted was to prevent you from going on that mission.

"Has anyone seen Steve?” Sam asked. No one knew where he was, Chase immediately realized what was going on, when he went to his lab, and he noticed the machine that was missing. 

"Oh no...” 

 Steve went into the Compound’s kitchen, you were looking for the piece of cake you kept in the fridge to eat later. 

"Steve, did you eat my cake?" You asked him when you saw him come in, seeing that he wasn't responding, you knew he did it. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

"I-I'm sorry, I was hungry.” 

You closed the refrigerator door, saw the clock on the wall, you hadn't even heard the Quinjet arrive, you came up to Steve and looked at him carefully; he did not remember that a few days earlier they had a mission. 

"You're not Steve. Loki, I don't have time for jokes," you said. 

"Y/N, it's me, Steve, seriously...”Steve realized that for the first time he didn't have a plan and didn't know what to do. You were going to call the others who were at the Compound when he stopped you. ”Please listen to me, I can't lose you again.”

 "I beg you pardon?” 

 "I have something very important to tell you.” 

You went to your office where he explained everything, you listened to dumbfounded everything Steve told you. 

"Why should I believe you?" You asked. 

"Because I've done all this to avoid losing you, they lost Gert and figured to get her back, I just can't imagine a world without you.

“So…I died. I’m dead”

Before Steve could answer anything, Nico came into your office. 

“Y/N... Am I interrupting something? Have you returned from the mission yet?”

 "No, is...what happened?” 

"I detected some alterations in the Dark Dimension... if that continues Tandy and Ty will come to investigate, last time they argued with Stark," Nico explained. 

You and Steve looked at each other, there was no choice but to explain what happened. 

"Then the Captain stole one of the machines we used when Gert... how did you know?” 

"I heard one of your conversations one day, you guys should understand me, I lost the person I love, and I just want it back.” 

The most difficult part was to convince everyone that you would not go on the mission, Chase had finally explained what would happen to Steve, however, he should avoid having contact with his past self, when they arrived at the same time Steve had travelled, and those versions would be replaced, resulting in a new timeline. 

"Steve," you called him. He looked up. “Thanks for saving me.” 

"I love you.” 

"I love you too.” 

Four months had passed since that mission, a call alerted them, Thanos went for the Infinity stones you had, but it wasn't the only thing, his appearance wreaked great havoc on the Dark Dimension, while Tina, Nico, Tandy, and Tyrone tried to contain everything he wanted to get out of the Loa, the rest was fighting Thanos' army. 

Thanos had got all the stones, after snapping his fingers, disappeared. You felt something weird inside you, it was different than when the force inside you wanted to get out of control, the fear took hold of you, were you dying?  

"Steve?" You called him, you wanted me to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but when he turned around, there were only ashes. 

Steve approached, he was supposed to save you, not to lose you again, he dropped to his knees.

 “It wasn’t supposed to end this way” 

[nekoannie-chan]

Arreglarlo

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora.                

Palabras: 1112 palabras.

Sinopsis: Steve no quería perderte, haría cualquier cosa para evitarlo.

Advertencias: Muerte de personajes, está triste.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Candy-and-writing’s 1000 Followers Writing Challenge con la frase #17:

“¿Por qué carajos hiciste eso?””

También es mi entrada para Justagirlinafandomworld’s Time Travel Challenge con la frase #20:

“Así que...Morí. Estoy muerta.”.

Y mi entrada para Vic’s 500 Followers Writing Celebration con el diálogo #14:

“No se suponía que terminaría así”.

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien. DISCLAIMER:Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

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Sabías que la oportunidad era única, cualquier error y Doom lograría su objetivo, corriste lo más rápido que pudiste, era la única opción, no había nadie más cerca. Te pareció escuchar gritos detrás de ti, los ignoraste ni siquiera estabas segura si te seguían, no había tiempo que perder, sentías que te faltaba el aire, pero al fin habías llegado hasta tu objetivo, sacaste las herramientas y comenzaste a desactivar el equipo…unos minutos después supiste lo que debías hacer.

Volteaste a ver a Steve, sería la última vez, tu sacrificio salvaría al mundo, por unos segundos cerraste los ojos para evitar que las lágrimas salieran, le diste una última mirada a tu novio.

—Te amo…adiós Steve —susurraste mientras te quitabas la pulsera que utilizabas para contener tus poderes.

Una luz cegadora iluminó el lugar, Steve estaba atónito, no podía creerlo, él sabía perfectamente lo que esa luz significaba; el plan no contemplaba ningún sacrificio, no podía concebir que hubiese alguna manera en la que fallara.

De inmediato Steve corrió hasta donde se había originado la luz, comenzó a remover los escombros con desesperación buscándote. Les tomó varios minutos al resto comprender lo que había pasado.

En cuanto Steve encontró tu cuerpo, lo abrazó, intentaba hacerte reaccionar de alguna manera sin embargo ya no era posible. El resto comenzó a acercarse, Lorna se detuvo cuando ya estaba muy cerca.

—No, no…T/N…muñeca…por favor, abre los ojos —pidió entre sollozos.

— ¿T/N está…?

—Lorna, no te atrevas a decirlo, eso no es posible —la interrumpió Wanda parándose a un lado de ella.

Gert volteó a ver a Nico, ésta negó con la cabeza, sabía que no era algo que el Báculo de Uno pudiera hacer, lo intentó cuando Gert murió en la pelea contra Morgan y no había funcionado.

— ¡Haz algo! —Steve le gritó con desesperación a Nico sin soltar tu cuerpo.

—L-lo siento…no puedo revivir a los muertos —se disculpó Nico. 

Steve había perdido la cuenta de las horas que habían pasado desde ese momento, una idea muy fija había aparecido en su cabeza, había escuchado lo que los Runaways habían hecho varios años antes, incluso recordaba la sensación de déjà vu.

Bucky entró a la habitación que solían compartir tú y Steve, durante todos esos días estuvo intentando animar y apoyar a su amigo, pero parecía que nada funcionaba.

—S-Steve, ya es hora —Bucky anunció tomando a su amigo del hombro.

Steve no respondió, dejó que Bucky lo dirigiera al lugar donde sería la ceremonia de tu funeral. Después de eso volvió a encerrarse en la habitación, espero a que anocheciera para volver a salir, caminó hasta donde estaba el laboratorio de Chase, saldría de dudas de una vez por todas. Tocó el timbre que estaba afuera del lugar. Chase de inmediato abrió.

—Cap, ¿necesita algo?

—Quiero hablar —respondió Steve.

—Claro, pasa, le estaba haciendo unas reparaciones a los Fistigons, me gusta que siempre estén listos…ya sabes, por si los llego a necesitar —Chase se hizo a un lado de la puerta para dejarlo pasar—. ¿De qué quiere hablar?

—Sé que viajaron en el tiempo para salvar a Gert, necesito que me ayudes, tengo que impedir que T/N…se sacrifique.

Chase tragó saliva, no tenía ni la más mínima idea de cómo era que Steve se había enterado, hasta donde él sabía no le dirían a nadie como trajeron de vuelta a Gert.

—No sé de qué me habla.

—Sabes, ahora que lo pienso, quizás lo soñé —Steve salió del laboratorio, se había dado cuenta de donde Chase tenía guardadas las máquinas de tiempo personales.

Pasó las siguientes horas planeando como obtener una, iba a hacer lo que fuese necesario para evitar tu fatídico final, pero no iría a ese momento, sino unos días antes, lo que quería era prevenir que fueras a esa misión. 

— ¿Alguien ha visto a Steve? —preguntó Sam.

Nadie sabía dónde estaba, Chase de inmediato se dio cuenta de lo que ocurría, al ir a su laboratorio, notó la máquina que faltaba.

—Oh no… 

Steve entró a la cocina de la base, tú estabas buscando el pedazo de pastel que habías guardado en el refrigerador para comer después.

—Steve, ¿te comiste mi pastel? —le preguntaste cuando lo viste entrar, al ver que no respondía, supiste que él era el culpable—. ¿Por qué carajos hiciste eso?

—L-lo siento tenía hambre.

Cerraste la puerta del refrigerador, viste el reloj en la pared, ni siquiera habías escuchado el Quinjet llegar, te acercaste hasta Steve y lo miraste con detenimiento; él no se acordó que unos días antes tuvieron una misión.

—Tú no eres Steve. Loki no tengo tiempo para bromas —sentenciaste.

—T/N, soy yo, Steve, en serio… —Steve se dio cuenta que por primera vez no tenía un plan y no sabía qué hacer. Ibas a llamar a los otros que estaban en la base cuando él te detuvo—Por favor, escúchame, no puedo perderte de nuevo.

— ¿Disculpa?

—Tengo algo muy importante que decirte.

Fueron hasta tu oficina donde te explicó todo, escuchaste estupefacta todo lo que te contó Steve.

— ¿Por qué debería creerte? —preguntaste.

—Porque he hecho todo esto para evitar perderte, ellos perdieron a Gert y lograron recuperarla, simplemente no imagino un mundo sin ti.

—Así que...Morí. Estoy muerta.

Antes de que Steve te pudiese responder algo, Nico entró a tu oficina.

—T/N... ¿Interrumpo algo? ¿Ya regresaron de la misión?

—No, es… ¿qué pasó?

—Detecté unas alteraciones en la Dimensión Oscura…si eso continúa Tandy y Ty vendrán a investigar, la última vez tuvieron una fuerte discusión con Stark —explicó Nico.

Steve y tú se miraron el uno al otro, no había otra opción más que explicarle lo sucedido.

—Entonces el Capitán le robó una de las máquinas que usamos cuando Gert… ¿cómo lo supo?

—Escuché una de sus conversaciones un día, ustedes deberían de entenderme, perdí a la persona que amo, simplemente quiero recuperarla.

 Lo más difícil convencer a todos de que tú no irías a la misión, Chase al final le había explicado lo que sucedería a Steve, sin embargo debía evitar tener contacto con su yo pasado, cuando llegaran al mismo momento en el que Steve había viajado, esas versiones quedarían remplazadas, dando lugar a una nueva línea temporal.

—Steve —lo llamaste. Él alzó la vista—. Gracias por salvarme.

—Te amo.

—Yo también te amo.

 Cuatro meses habían pasado desde esa misión, una llamada los alertó, Thanos iba por las gemas del infinito que ustedes tenían, pero no era lo único, su aparición causó grandes estragos en la Dimensión Oscura, mientras Tina, Nico, Tandy y Tyrone intentaban contener todo lo que quería salir del Loa, el resto estaba luchando contra el ejército de Thanos.

Thanos había conseguido todas las gemas, luego de chasquear los dedos, desapareció. Sentías algo raro en tu interior, era diferente a cuando la fuerza que  tenías dentro quería salirse de control, el miedo se apoderaba de ti, ¿acaso estabas muriendo?  

— ¿Steve? —lo llamaste, querías que te dijera que todo iba a estar bien, pero cuando él volteó, sólo había cenizas.

Steve se acercó, se suponía que debía salvarte, no volver a perderte, se dejó caer en rodillas.

—No se suponía que terminaría así.

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This was both hot and sweet. Would love a part two!!!

be my baby; 

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Pairings: bucky barnes x camgirl!reader (modern au)

Word count: 1,834

Warning: SMUT. sexy times, cuss words, masturbation, (female & male). MUST BE 18+ 

Summary: you were a camgirl and bucky barnes was your favorite regular client. what happens when you realized you were catching feelings? 

a/n: this one’s written for @candy-and-writing​‘s 1000 followers writing challenge. congrats girl! i chose the prompt “you’re fucking beautiful.” 

The screen of your laptop lit up, illuminating the dimmed room you were unchaperoned in. The ringing tone reverberated, waiting for you to accept the call, and the familiar face and those sapphire blue eyes emerged.

“Hey there, handsome.” You coquettishly whispered.

“Hey, baby. You ready to make daddy feel good tonight?”

“Yes, daddy. I’m always ready for you.” You writhed for the man on the screen.

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