titanrogue

[titanrogue]

okay, picture this

you're tony's male son, born the same year as peter parker, that'll make you around 26-25yo at the time of the thunderbolts. old enough for bucky to feel comfortable sharing a bed.

let's say that you're out on one of those nights when you feel like the weight of the world it's crushing you. totally wasted, too drunk to drive but in no mood to sleep alone and well..., you have the nano suit and a 110yo boyfriend just a few blocks away.

so you do as any sane man would. fly over there and hack the tower's security systems just to trip over due to your dizziness.

you give the whole show. tripped over, whole ass laughs, the rest of the team watching you strip and bucky helping you get to the bed.

he would say something like, "i'm not taking care of you in the morning" or "you're a really irresponsible young man."

and of course you'd answer with, "then fuck the alcohol out of me, old man."

he'll stare at your blushed face while you laugh. brusquely getting in between your legs, touching your thighs and trazing the frame of your dick as you moaned and asked him what he was doing.

"i'm fucking you." he said, looking at you dead serious in the eye. you exploded in laughs as if he had said the most hilarant joke. "oh, boy, i'm so fucking you right now."

he took out his dick, slaming it together with yours. holding both members with his metal hand that made you squirm with each pump. flesh hand on your hole, streching it to prepare you.

bucky would bend over and give you head. going up and down with his mouth, trailing your veins with his tongue, hardening the grip on your legs as you pushed him deeper over your cock.

he separated, a long strip of saliva connecting his lips and your tip. he let the spit fall on his dick, strocking it and aligning it with your entrance. he'll put both your legs over his flesh and metal shoulder just to start penetrating you.

"oh, fuuck." you groaned, touching your own dick at the sight of his body. he wasn't so lean anymore, but god did you love his abs under his belly.

he pounded against your body. if all around you was already spining well, not it's like a fucking earthquake, spining in all fucking directions. "oh! hell," you cry as his metal fingers squezee your nipples.

"old man knows how to fuck you, uh?"

"yeah, yeah, keep on." you said lazily. he slowed down, making you mewl, "whyyyyyy?"

"ask nicely." a cocky grin on his face. you bite your tongue and move your hips, he stopped you there. "uh-uh, say the words."

"pretty please, sweets. please fuck me."

"attaboy." in a sudden manner he rolled your body and quickly made his way inside you. no mercy as you moaned in the pillow due to the spanks he was giving.

he bite and sucked your back, making sure there were markings the next day. flesh hand on your hair, pulling your body closer to his as he fucked your brains out. metal hand masterbating your dick until you come undone on his apendix, still making a mess in the sheets.

bucky groaned as he finished inside you. slowly leting your body rest on the mattres. you layed there until he came back from the bathroom. baby whipes to clean you.

after that he got inside the bed. you cling to him like a needy cat.

"old man can still fuck you good."

[titanrogue]

i'm so writing dry humping over the week 🗣️

we need to bring back dry humping cause

thinking of sitting in his lap and straddling home home his hands are gripping your hips, and your cunt is soaked through your underwear and through his sweats fabric. “fuckin’ soaking me and we aren’t even touching…oh god…” and he’s pulling you in for messy kisses and nibbling your skin. “‘m gonna cum buck—“ and you’re whimpering into his neck as you cum in your underwear and he’s right there with you 😵‍💫

[titanrogue]

i knew them: bond one

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

summary: after exposing hydra to the world, you join steve and sam in the search for bucky. but when the trail runs cold, you step into a larger fight—joining the avengers to bring down what remains of hydra once and for all. along the way, you rebuild your bond with Steve, a connection that deepens with every battle and shared touch. just as peace seems within reach, a new threat emerges from the shadows, putting everything you've fought for at risk.

words: 2.9k

note: as i said this one is a series. stand by for the next chapter. this one is situated after ca:tws and during the first arc of avengers: age of ultron. feel free to send requests and leave comments.

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“Who’s that he said was following them?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“Find me her info.”

Your frames on opposite sides of the bridge. Each one fighting your own memories, your own head messing with flashes of the things you had lived before. Your former life and who you used to be. 

He was standing in front of you. Slick back hair, pretty and soft blue eyes looking at you. Calling you with that smile on his face. The voice. His voice rumbling in your sealed ears. A tear fell down your eye as you took the headphone off.

“... I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”

“Don’t say that about my Bucky.” You snapped.

Steve remained still. “I don’t think I can do that, Sam.”

“Well, he might not give you both a choice. He doesn’t know you.” You turned back to put Sam in his place. Being only stopped by Steve’s words.

“He will.” Steve held your hand with his left and dragged you along as he told Sam to gear up.

“I call dibs on Bucky’s jacket.”

You took place next to Maria Hill. Intercoms leading you to help Steve and Sam disarm Hydra agents. Falcon was being followed by a jet, not too long since he could place the disarm on the helicarrier.

“You think you’ll be able to do it?” Hill asked, “I know you have been practicing it.”

“I still need someone to take care of me while I’m gone.” She chuckled and looked at you with irony. “Okay, okay, I’m on it.”

You took a seat against the desk. Your figure remained still as your eyes turned to white. The feeling of wings instead of arms ran over your body, now you were incarnated in the flesh of an osprey. You flew all the way up to Steve.

He and Bucky fighted for the chip. Bucky held it until Steve made him scream  and then immovilized him. You cried in the flesh of the bird and not one second after Bucky finally let it go you sunked to grab it with your bird claws.

Steve followed you, quickly almost had it, but a shot and a pain that burned your chest brought you out of the trance of incarnation.

“Come back quick!” Maria shouted.

In between nods you came back as another osprey. You hadn’t even reached for a good altitude when you saw the helicarriers shoting at themselves. It was done. You flew around searching for Steve and Bucky while dodgeting metal scrap. There they were. Steve lost blood through at least three gunshots and Bucky caged under a piece of metal.

Steve fell to the water and Bucky remained.

You returned to your body. Desesperated run towards the other side of the water body that surrounded the whole area. You saw him. Same long brown hair you’d seen in each one of your memories. The same blue eyes. The same red star on the metal arm.

“Bucky,” you whimpered, tears falling down your eyes as you ran to him. “Oh, Bucky.”

The soldier allowed you to embrace his body. He got flashes of your lost presence as you both shared a ride on the same jet, convoy and even motorbike for missions. But he wasn’t Bucky.

He placed his hands, metal and flesh against your shoulders and separated your body from his.

“I’m not him. I don't know, Snoop.” The russian word coming out his mouth drilled on your throat as he slowly resumed his way.

You heard it all, all the voices, the whispers, the chirping, the noises from the animals. All telling you a different story, different things, worries, bodies, blood, metal, man, woman, injuries, wet, asleep. A tail tickling your nose made you snap out of the trance.

A raccoon.

Man, injured, wet, asleep. Steve.

You ran once again until you were next to his body. Desperate pleas as you called for help. They arrived, you held Steve’s hand all the way to the hospital. He wasn’t badly injured, nothing deadly. But hell, it was a scary long of a free fall. The next few days Sam and you took turns with him, until he woke up.

“On your left,” he murmured to Sam. He chuckled and continued reading his magazine. You were on your way back after drinking coffee. The blonde smiled softly at you in his sight. “Hi, you.”

“Hi, there,” you said softly, arriving to his right. Your hand caressed his cheek and he almost purred against your touch. “You have been asleep, you really took a swim.”

“I’ll leave you both.” Sam announced and headed out. Steve smiled as you took a seat next to him. He stroked your thigh over the fabric of the jeans.

“I missed you.” You say. His blue eyes lazily opened and closed. One of your hands on his chest, right next the thing that measured his heartbeat. “I saw you. Falling. I rushed to you. Found Bucky on my way. He used to be my partner in missions. He took care of my body while I infiltrated. He called me Snoop before disapering.” 

Steve held your hand and kissed it very softly. Dry lips due to not more hydratation than the one fluid iv he still had attached to his hand. The laceration on his lip brushing against your skin. You caressed his hair with your other hand.

“We’ll find him, love.” You nodded and bent towards him to kiss him properly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A couple of months passed after Steve was discharged from the hospital and he, Sam, and you continued searching for Bucky. Natasha had asked a few favors in Kiev, getting The Winter Soldier’s file at Hydra, but yours was nowhere to be seen. Almost like it had been whipped off, deleted it, incenerated it. You were kind of relieved, even though you didn’t know much about the process of experimentation that Hydra scientists performed on you. Deep down you were really afraid of all the potential intel you gave to Hydra, and of course, the huge trail of blood that started on your hands.

The search for Bucky took a backseat since the Avengers reassembled to continue pursuing Hydra and keep them at bay. You were now part of the team, focusing mainly on getting intel and undercover recon missions. Tony had given you and Steve your own rooms at the Tower, but no one expected you both to sleep separated. After all, you were already a couple.

Overall things were so much better between Steve and you. Both of you had made a promise to the other after a few sessions of couple’s therapy. Going to NY cafes, visitting the old places you knew from Brooklyn, long runs in Central Park, cuddling to watch a movie, eating meals together more often, even sharing more nights as one person.

You were happy and so was Steve.

The mission in Sokovia started after you gave the sign. The goal was simple: retrieve Loki’s scepter and finish the last of Hydra’s operations. You flew around incarnated in the flesh of a hawk as your body remained in the jet at the outskirts of a city. Jarvis looked after you in case of any signs of movement outside.

After Tony brought down the energy field that surrounded the main building you were able to enter and bring down some solitary soldiers that guarded the place. Steve made his way through the place. Whispers of the very few ants that lived in the place telling you where to look.

“We have a second Enhanced. Female. Do not engage.” At that instruction you did the opposite.

Find your way outside, where the ants told you she was. Then inside, close to Tony, then apart. You did a lap in the whole lab, found her hiding in the nearby shadows. You locked in and attacked, claws direct to her face, looking to distract her.

“The enhanced is near Tony.” You said for everyone to hear. The other one got her out with superspeed before Tony’s sentry could get into action. “They’re gone.”

Tony took the scepter and you flew outside. Thor and Clint were already on the jet when you got back to your body. You continued with Thor’s first aid until the rest of the team got back.

“How's Barton?” Steve asked after giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“He’s fine, Tony is calling Dr. Cho to give him treatment.”

Back at the Tower, Hill reported the findings on the Enhanced to Steve. You held his arm while reading from the tablet and walking towards your shared room. There both of you came undone to each other's clothes. You look for bruises on his skin, lightly caressing his whole body.

He looked at your body frame in front of him. Your helding his as you continued your way to his face. It was an unspoken ritual. Getting out of gear and cuddling on bed. Sometimes, actually most of them, leading to something more intimate.

You kissed him very deeply, fingers buried on his nape, brushing against the hair on the back of his head. He held you by your lower back, switching strokes between your ass and back. He pulled you in closer, making you sit on his lap, each leg on his sides, your black panties brushing against his blue boxers.

“Oh,” he moaned as your hands trailed over his light brown nipples, you chuckled against his lips and he squeezed your ass cheeks. You let go of the kiss as he goes down on your neck, he leaves kisses, little bites and he buries his head when he arrives at your cleavege. “God, I love them so much. I love you so much.”

You laugh softly again at the feeling of his hands unbottoning your bra. He freed you from the bra only to cup both your breasts with his hands and give each one separate attention. As he licked, bit and sucked on one of your nipples, his finger squeezing and twisting the other.

Hips rolling against his clothed dick. Moans coming out of your mouth as the pleasure builds up. He pressed you harder against his body.

“Ahg,” you let out, a product of the sudden touch. “Fuck, put it in.”

One hand taking out his leaking cock and the other pushing aside your panties. He aligned his member against your wet entrance, letting you decide the pace on which he entered your body.

You sat down really quickly. The sensation of his dick inside you felt just as the other times, but you enjoyed them so much. You remained there until the sensation wore off. Your hands on his belly, you hadn’t noticed how he layed down for you to ride him.

One of his hands on your hip and the other below his head, giving him support while he appreciated the sight of your body with his dick inside you. He rolled his hip slightly, taking a moan out of your lips again.

“God,” you dragged the ‘o’ sound as you moved your hips too. You repositioned your legs so that the movements you now perform are a little easier.

You rode him. Really rode him. Titties bouncing up and down, your ass making that obsene noise when it collides against his thighs. He spanked your ass cheeks and then squeezed them, perfectly knowing how muchyou liked that soreness feeling that his touch left.

“Hgg,” He groaned as he held your hips still while fucking you vigorously. Your body collapses over his, allowing him to embrace all of you while penetrating even deeper. You moan against his chest as you come and he continues his energetic movements until he finishes cuming inside you too.

Both of you stay in the same position for a while, sweaty skin against each other. His dick reduces his lenght inside you. You looked at his dreamy fucked-out face, one of your favorites for sure. Steve gave you a cocky smile as he caressed your back and glutes. You kissed him softly while falling to his left side. He kissed your head and caressed your shoulder.

“That was really good, honey.”

You did your usual routine for when you were free of missions until saturday. That night was the party Tony had organized to celebrate the victory against Hydra, so before the hour Tony had said to all you were getting ready in the company of Nat. Simple short black no sleeves turtleneck dress, pantyhose, boots and accesories. Steve went out earlier to spend some time with Sam.

Your eyes meet the figure of the two men going up the stairs. You excused yourself with the people you were talking to before heading towards him.

“Hi Sam, nice to see you.” You kissed his cheek and then grabbed a hold on Steve’s arm. “No tips on Bucky?” He shook his head and you nodded.

(…)

You stood next to Steve as Thor poured some of his 1000 years aged Asgardian liquor, cocktail in one hand. You are already wearing his brown leather jacket.

“I wanna try it.” You whispered in the blonde’s ear, 

“You sure? You can, but I’ll be all over you taking care of you.” Steve said, a protective remark on his tone. After all, he doesn’t get drunk due to his super soldier methabolism.

“You can be all over me all night if you want to, babe.” You said, a soft kiss on his cheeks that made him chuckle as he gave you a sip from his glass. “Is tasty.”

Fast foward the night, the various older men that had shared Thor’s liquor were wasted on the table. You and Steve are sharing a fun conversation with Rodhey and other guests.

“Gonna get a beer.” He told you before standing up.

“Oh! Could you get me some vodka?” You asked.

“You sure you won’t be wasted?” Steve inquired, you were already a little tipsy.

“Pretty please. I drank Thor’s alcohol and I don’t feel bad. And…” You made him bent at your level, “If I ended up wasted we could do some really freaky stuff after this.”

Steve chuckled and headed to the bar. Hours passed by and the majority of the guests were already gone. Only the Avengers team, Hill and Cho were still gathered around the coffee table. Your body all back on the sofa while your barefoot legs rested in Steve’s lap. He drank a beer and you from the second vodka bottle of the night.

“But it’s a trick!” Barton exclaimed as Thor allowed him to try and hold Mjolnir. He was followed by Tony as Steve chuckled and caressed your leg.

Then Tony with his metal hand, then in company of Colonel Rhodes with his own metal hand. And then Dr. Banner, funny manners that made you notice the way Natasha looked at him. Steve kissed your lips and held your legs and left them where he sat.

“Gotta get a good luck kiss.” He chuckled on his way to Mjolnir.

“Go ahead, Steve. No pressure.” Said Tony.

The blonde adjusted the sleeves of the deep blue shirt he was wearing and held with two hands the hammer. It tilts, making Thor’s smile fade quickly. Second try and he couldn’t hold it. He returned to your embrace.

“Widow?”

“Oh, no. That’s not a question I need to answer.” She drank from her bottle.

“Y/N?” You laugh.

“Oh, sugar. I couldn’t leave Steve here to go and rule Asgard.” You joked. Holding your man’s hand, he chuckled too.

“All deference to the Man Who Wouldn’t Be King, but it’s rigged.” Stark said, drinking from his own beer.

“You bet your ass.” Barton tapped Tony’s shoulder.

“Steve, he said a bad language word.” Hill remarked and you laughed, now seated on Steve’s lap.

“Did you tell everyone about that?” He asked Stark with a smile on his face.

“Does he control your language too, y/n?” Maria asked.

“Uhm, he allows me to say a few slurs when we are alone.” You laugh, kissing Steve’s cheek and wrinkling your nose.

A high pitched noise interfered with the laughs as a robot barely assembled emerged from the hallway. Your eardrums ached as Steve got up in front of you. Hill took the safety of her gun. You held onto the bottle.

“I'm on mission.”

“What mission?”

“Peace in our time.” As Ultron said those words, robots from the Iron Legion broke into the salon. One flew directly towards you and Steve, he flipped the table to slow the robot down but the metal frame pushed him across the sofa. You ran to take cover as glasses flew around the place. A robot torso flew towards Helen, you ran and puched the hell out of it. Steve held it and pushed towards Thor, who finished it.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked you. You nodded taking cover with Helen as they finished with the robots.

“How’s your hand?” She inquired after the commotion.

“It’s okay. A little blood, nothing too bad.” Both of you stayed behind Steve as Ultron continued with his discourse until Thor finished him. 

The word ‘extintion’ echoed through your ears as you gathered yourself. Helen gave you a quick revision and a patched up. That punch should have broken at least your fingers, but only your knuckles were affected by a little blood.

[titanrogue]

i knew them

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader, bucky barnes x fem!reader, stucky x fem!reader

summary: you wake from cryo with no memories, only a familiar face before blacking out. as you recover at the tower, fragments of your past with bucky and hydra surface, and your bond with steve deepens, leading to a quiet life together—until chaos returns. bucky reappears, memories clash, and your shared past resurfaces, intertwining love, war, and unfinished missions.

words: 1.9k

note: this one is a series. stand by for the next chapter. situated after the avengers and during the events of ca:tws. feel free to send requests and leave comments.

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It was blank. A loud buzz in the ear. Cold skin as the temperature is raised. Firm hands helped you out of the cryo capsule. A group of various people. All with different clothes. Your eyes found another blue pair.

"Steve..." You said before falling unconscious in the arms of those who held you.

"So, she's your 40's girlfriend?" Natasha asked with that tone of hers.

"Not like that, she was more of Bucky's girlfriend than mine..."

"You three spent the night together, didn't you?" Tony asked and Steve sighed, clear disgust on his face, "no judgement but it was before or after the whole super soldier thing?"

Your body twitched above the examination table where Banner drew blood from your body in order to perform various tests.

"I think y'all should leave. She needs to rest." He said before putting her on an IV. "Don't worry, Cap. I'll let you know about any updates."

"Thank you, Doc. Banner."

Again, all blank. This time only your vision is filled with a white room, white sheets, translucent cables on your body. Metal equipment and a constant bip that buzzed your ears. Vitals, you thought. Mision. You remained still, waiting for someone to take to the room where they activated you.

A man in a white coat entered the room, you followed him with your eyes. He greeted you, saying a name you couldn’t recall ever being named. The man, Bruce Banner, introduced himself to you. He said you were just fine, vitals came good, tests too.

“Captain Rogers will be-...” The door openned, the man you vaguely remembered again in your sight. “He’s already here, I’ll leave you. Captain.”

“Doctor.”

Bruce leaved. The door made its sound as it closed behind him. The blonde one came closer to your left side, he had changed his uniform. The name, again. Your breath became agitated.

“Y/N” You looked at him, an immensely sad expression painted in your face. Weird feeling that you didn’t remember. “Keegan Y/N. It's okay. You are okay.”

He started talking, about you, about the person you were before he and Bucky, the man said to be your boyfriend, … enlisted to the U.S Army. A sweet loving talkative creature with the gift of comforting people. You remained quiet as he told you how he and Bucky had lost your trace after forming the Howling Commandos. Too busy with missions against Hydra and then, he told you how he had gone into the ice. Losing consciousness and freezing, he thought he’ll die and then, 70 years later he wakes up as if no time has passed. A radio is playing a Brooklyn Dodgers vs. Philadelphia Phillies baseball game, a game he had previously gone to. He knew something was wrong.

“Don’t you remember anything?” He asked again.

“I-I do. The last night Buc-he and I were together. Stark expo. You let us go. I don’t remember anything else.”

The next weeks consisted of you getting a room in the tower. Meeting the other Avengers. Even geeting a therapist. Steve guides you in the process, he takes you on long runs across central park. You like it.

The squirrels always came closer to you and raccoons often followed you during your running spree. Steve often wondered what it was, why were you so appealing to the animals. That until he finally took you to the Central Park Zoo. There the animals would come even closer, curious, yearning for touch. In the temperate territory the snow leopard paired a hand with yours across the glass.

Both of you exited the zoo after going through each zone. Steve handed you the popcorn he had bought for both.

“The animals really like you, how do you do it? I mean, I remembered you having that cat and bird of yours, but not raccoons following you around.” He said, you smiled softly. Agatha and Ozzie, respectively. A white cat and a yellow bird. 

“I talk to them, they understand me.” Steve looked at you dead in the eye and you manteined that look. “That’s how I got intel. That was my job at Hydra.”

“Wow, that’s awesome. Therapy has been working out.”

“Not like that. I have dreams, images, they just come at night. They are just random, often a man with a muzzle securing my perimeter, he and I in a jet, me in a dog’s skin. I don’t know how much of that actually happened or what is real.”

Steve listened to your words. He thought about it a lot. How had you ended up 70 and a few more years alive, in cryo and under Hydra’s control. No file about you, no info about your missions nor the experimentation you went under.

“I understand. I’m here now, you don’t have to keep those for yourself anymore. I’m with you.”

You looked into his blue eyes, a strange relief going through your veins. Small smile on your face as you held his arm. After that things started to change quickly. Both of you had to move, a fresh start in Washington. He was thrilled.

“I think you’ll like the apartments I chose. The landlord allows pets, I know you want a puppy.” He said.

“Aren’t we living together?” You questioned, Steve turned to look at you. Clueless eyes scanning your tilted face while holding a box to pack your few belongings. “I mean, we are together, right?”

Your tone changed as he reduced the little distance between you and him. He cupped your face with his hand. Sweet kiss on your lips as he nodded, caressing your hair and holding your body in a hug.

“We are together and we will live together.”

The place was nice. Not too big, not too small. An afternoon full of kisses while unpacking the few boxes and putting the stuff in order. Steve and you spent your first days getting to know the city, the transportation routes, the parks and it wasn’t too long before you both visited for the first time the Smithsonian Institute. You smiled at the pics of pre-supersoldier Steve and you remembered a lot of things about those times.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. The name of the man you both longed for. It was quiet after that. Exhibition after exhibition. Records of Peggy, the woman Steve had fallen for during his time in service. He held your hand tight during the tour and you stayed close to him.

That was your quiet way of saying that both of you are still with each other. Still together, still working.

Your vacation has gone to an end, at least Steve’s were. Fury called him to get him back in operation and of course, reclute you for his own agent squad. The blonde had intervened for you. Negating the offer before you could even speak.

“I do wanna try, Steve. And I do wanna start slow, Fury.” Steve turned to you as a smile came across Fury’s face. “It’s okay, really. Maybe, I could remember more.”

After that you were called on training sessions that progressively augmented. As Steve was back on missions with Natasha and, or STRIKE, you were regaining practice with guns, learned to fly a quinjet, use modern technologies and what Fury was more interested in, your powers.

Days had gone cold. Steve was often on missions overseas and he did not spend much time in the city and when he did, he often went out on runs, maintaining his routine. But you knew. He often went to see Bucky, the man you both had loved during your first twenty something years, or at least his pictures, the videos they shared. But more often he went to see her, the woman he loved during the war. She was still alive and you knew.

You didn’t argue. Didn’t ask. Just plain, old, accepted it.

Even the puppy he had promised now had banished.

You were making dinner when the alert of some pigeons made you get in position. Knife in the hand as you slowly walk to the door. It was a very wounded Nicholas Fury.

“Y/N, you’re here.” He said.

“Steve didn’t give you a key, did he?” You asked back, helping him to get to the sofa.

“I have never needed one.” You laugh. “My wife kicked me out. Thought I could talk to you and Steve about that.” Ears everywhere.

“Didn’t know you have a wife. But, I guess it is okay. We should wait for Steve and talk while eating. Feel free to entertain us.”

Fury chuckled and searched for an old vinyl. Steve’s disks. You continued with dinner as the volume rised. It wasn’t long before Steve’s arrival, the shooter that almost landed a bullet in your arm and that killed Nick. 

You remained in silence while Natasha said goodbye to him. Steve went after her. You stayed with Hill. Both looking at each other with glassy eyes.

“They want me back at SHIELD. I’ll report when I can.” You nodded as he landed a quick kiss on your temple.

Show must go on. You handled everything with Hill. Getting Fury’s body to a safe location where he could get treated safely. Mainly playing the role of securing the outside with your powers.

“Go in cover and hear everything. Report when needed.” Maria ordered and you nodded.

Heavy steps as you changed into different clothes and put in those earplugs that allowed you to enhance the range of your hearing. You went to a tall building, eyes closed as you looked for them. Steve, Natasha and Sam. You had the tip, now you had to follow them.

You walked a few blocks away from where they were. You couldn’t risk being noticed. They lead you to the highway, a convoy, an attack. “I have her. Find him.” That voice. Short fragments of russian came to your head. Those weren’t actually happening but they did happen. Long before the Avengers retrieved your cryo body.

Feet guiding themselves closer to Natasha’s voice, just to see an explosion and Natasha running. It was him, he had been living in your dreams rent free. With whom you had shared more than a mission. Now, the dreams, the fragments of what you some day had lived, all of them had sound. 

“Bucky?” Steve.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky.

You disappeared after the explosion. Corrupt teams coming closer. Now you had him. You followed him until Hill gave you the sign to return to base. They were all there. Steve locked eyes in your trembling frame, disbelief in his eyes as you nodded. There was no need for words when you two talked through looks and expressions. 

It’s him. You both agreed.

“You never told me you knew.” He whispered in your ear after embracing you.

“It was in the job description.” You softly responded. Pressing a needy kiss on his lips. 

You felt him and he felt you.

“The man on the bridge. Who was he?”

“You met him earlier this week on another assignment.”

“But I knew him. And the woman who followed them?”

“That I don’t know. Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time. Society’s at a tipping point between order and chaos. And tomorrow morning we’re going to give it a push. But, if you don’t do your part, I can't do mine. And Hydra can’t give the world the freedom it deserves.”

“But I knew her. I knew them.”

[titanrogue]

Y'all I am losing my mind, I need to say it.

Do you know how amazingly written this scene is??? Do you understand?

Rogue removes the glove and instinctively (out of raw desire and need for connection) tries to touch Magneto's face but stops herself because it's the kind of intimacy that creates tension. She realizes she doesn't want to step into muddy waters, instead she waits for his hand. And he gladly and respectfully accepts it. And not only that - he understands it's an exchange of safe, grounded intimacy that is extended to him and he proceeds to take her hand in his, but also to place his other hand on top of hers.

They nicely seal this scene with Storm’s words; 'to feel another soul finally seeing yours'. Because they do. They've seen each other at their best, and they've seen each other at their worst (when one has failed the other or when they have been too quick to pass judgment onto each other). And that gesture reads to me as "I see you, and I want to believe in you. And this situation in which we are now, how we got here - absolutely sucks, but I am glad you are here."

That’s always been Rogue and Magneto in a nutshell for me. I am in tears about how well handled this moment was. And if the rest of the season will descend into drama, jealous love, conflicts and if it will all burn to the ground so be it (hope it won't be the case) - but you will always find me here, in this moment.

[titanrogue]

no one noticed

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!oc

summary: a young oxford student shares a secret, passionate romance with Congressman Bucky Barnes. despite their differences, they find solace and desire in each other. on a quiet rooftop, love and lust blur into something undeniable.

words: 1.3k

note: i could make this one a series. feel free to send ideas or coments.

The blue eyes pierced through the windows as he talked over the phone. He looked at you, your skin appeared to be glowing even though there was no sun. You were laying on your tummy, while the old music Bucky liked sounded in your phone.

He finished the call and made his way back to you in silence.

“You finished?” you asked, soft english voice coming from your lips. He sat in the sunbed next to you, his hand caressing your lower back while you hummed, feeling delighted by his touch.

“Yeah, doll. I’m all yours, now.” He assures, stroking one of your ass cheeks more comfortably. You laugh softly, turning your head in his direction, eyes still close.

“I already made you mine, Mr. Congressman,” you softly bat your eyelashes and he gaves you a faint smile, still touching your body, “and I think you liked that a lot, didn’t you?.”

You had met Mr. Congressman James Buchanan Barnes a few weeks before, at one of those galas your father was often invited and since you were free almost every night you constantly tagged along. He had caught a glimpse of your hair while getting himself another cup. He walked a lap, hoping to find those strands that appeared so soft while greeting the attendees. Until you found him.

“Father, here’s your wine,” you said, handing the noble businessman the glass. His blue eyes locked into your green ones, a soft smile in your mouth, “won’t you introduce me, father?”

“Oh, yes, darling. How rude am I. Congressman Barnes, this young woman is my daughter.” Your father smiled while you said your full name, then watched closely as Barnes held your hand and kissed it while saying a soft ‘M’lady’. “I’ll let you both get to know each other.”

“Thank you, father.” Sweet voice coming out of your lips, eyes still fixated on those blue ones.

“Sir Drayton.”

And, well, after that night and a lot of more dates you were bejewled with each other. He could hear you talk for hours about the mischevous antics you and your brother pulled out in the castle where you grew up. As for him, he didn’t talk that much about his past, but he did talk about listening to the songs he liked for the first time, about his job and the things he liked.

Bucky smiled and bent over to deposit a kiss in your lips, hands going to you back as he smelled the soft perfume in your hair.

“Want to cuddle, baby boy?” You asked, treating him as a fellow young man. 

He did feel self conscious about the age gap between you and him, about the wrinkles in his face and the rough hand you held everytime you were on a simple date. But you? You seemed to not care at all about his aging. You would cup his face with your soft, so soft, strawberry smelling hands, caress his salt and pepper beard and kiss him with love.

You sat in the sunbed and made space for him to sit in between your legs. You embrace his body against yours, giving him softs pets in the chest as you hum the song.

“My dad calls you James and often asks me for your whereabouts, I guess we haven’t been really discrete about our…thing.” Voice camed out a little low, almost nervous as if you were somehow afraid to speak.

“Our thing? Doll, we are dating. Unless you don’t want to date a centurion.” He said, trying to mask his own fear of you not wanting him, him not being enough.

“I do. I wanna date you and be with you, but you know I have to go back to Oxford and finally graduate.” He nodded and you placed your head on his shoulder, looking at his profile. The tip of his nose, his eyelashes, the now vague eyebags since he had been getting a lot more quality of sleep. “What do you think?”

He sighed and held your hand while turning his head and looking at you. Bucky smiled at you, feeling your accelerated heart rate against his back.

“I think you should finish that second degree of yours,” hand traveling to your legs, “as for us, I can go visit on weekends and we can do internet.”

“Do internet?” You laughed and squinted your nose, he kissed your lips and nodded. “You are gonna love my house, and after I finish we can spend a season there. Lay naked in the grass, do it in the center of the maze, watch my father’s old movies.”

“I’d love to do that.” Bucky switched places with you. Now, your body on top of his, you looking at him and placing kisses all over his face. His fingers tracing circles around the skin of your hip.

You kissed him on the lips. Mouths danced with each other as the pettings got more deep. Your fingers curled his straight hair while his hands got up and down your back, playing with the bikini top, almost risking to unleash it.

“I think we should go inside,” he murmurs against your lips. You lick him once separated.

“Why? We’re on the top of the highest building in the city. No one would see us, darling.”

You crawled back on the sunbed, hands trailing to form his chest, to his abdomen you liked so much, his hips, his pelvis. You stopped there, on your knees, ass up and head down. Barnes sat there, watching you work your way into his shorts, his metal hand keeping your hair out of your beautiful face and the other caressing your cheek while you licked his dick. Slow and sexy movements as you marked your pace.

“You're the prettiest when you groan, did you know that?” You commented, a line of saliva conecting your lips with his tip. One of your hands working on his falus and the other playing with his balls. A deeper growl as his eyes closed, feeling the pleasure tickling on his jewels.

You crawled up once again. One hand on his shoulder, steadying yourself, and the other putting aside the fabric that covered your wetness.

“Look at me.” Bucky did as you commanded. Your eyes seemed darker and your chest went up and down due to your heavy breathing. You took his cock with your hand, aligning it with your entrance. “I’ll fuck you real good, baby boy.”

And so you did. He moaned as you fully sat on his longness, his eyes barely open while you put your legs back in the ground in order to gather the support needed for your next movements. You bounced on him so delicious that he felt he could come undone in that right moment. You guided his hands to your breasts, making him touch you and have a little fun with your body. He kneaded your boobs as a desesperate man, he came closer to you, longing for your lips. You took his jaw with your hand, stopping him on the way to your lips, both of your breaths crashing with each other.

“Say it baby.” You licked his lips under his moans.

“Please, kiss.” He yearned.

“Good boy.” You engage with him in a deep kiss, hard, rough and loving. 

He whimpered as your hands traveled to his neck, applying just the right amount of pressure that he liked. You increased your pace, abdomen retracting as both of your orgasms built up. Bucky drowned in your chest and embraced your body as you allowed him to release himself inside of you.

The hug of your inside walls was hot and now extra wet due to Barnes’s sperm. You whine as you feel the relief of you coming undone, your body still bouncing on top of Bucky as you ride your orgasm. He holded you even tighter, the overstimulation made him so weak below you. Groans coming out his throat as you kissed him, soothing his neediness.

You both stayed still for a couple seconds, recovering from the love making. Your hands stroking his hair so softly as he drowned in your body scent, he kissed your chest uncountable times.

“See, baby? No one noticed.”