AU where Steve catches the Maximoff twins in the Avenger’s Tower watching all Disney movies that they didn’t get to see growing up, and they’re both completely in love with the movies. So Steve gets the other Avengers together to plan them a trip to Disney World. The trip is a complete surprise. When the twins get on the jet, they think they’re going on another mission and don’t realize that Natasha packed suitcases for the both of them filled with everything they’d need for a trip to Orlando.
When they step off the jet, Mickey and Minnie are waiting for them (as arranged by Tony), the twins are confused for a second, and the team has to explain to them that they’re not actually going on a mission. Once they realize what’s going on, Pietro immediately turns into a 5 year old. Wanda tries to stay a bit more composed, but she’s choking back tears because this trip is the nicest thing anyone’s done for them in a long time. And within the first hour, Pietro’s dragged her down with him and they’re both running around like little kids going on all the rides and meeting as many characters as they can. The group rides Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin 4 times because they’re all trying to beat each other’s high scores. They see practically all the shows and parades, visit all 4 parks, and eat more food with Mickey Mouse on it than they thought could exist. They take a family photo in front of Cinderella’s Castle (and all the other iconic park locations). In fact, Natasha doesn’t stop taking pictures the whole time. And, thanks to Tony, the twins leave the parks having more souvenirs than anyone knows what to do with (so many that they can’t bring everything back on the jet and some of it has to be shipped home).
#i love ‘we’re going to disney world’ aus#please just picture#wanda and pietro#in matching mickey mouse hats#sleeping on the jet ride home#clutching plushies of their favorite characters#i was just listening to the ‘dreams come true’ fireworks spectacular#and imagining the maximoffs#standing in front of cinderella’s castle#in that huge crowd#watching fireworks#and seeing tinker bell fly across the sky#and just being completely overwhelmed by it all
Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?
[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]
Warnings:18+. polyamorous relationships. F/M, F/F, F/F/F, F/M/M. Eventual smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Canon-level violence. sugaring relationship. Angst. Explore themes of domestic violence and family issues. Domestic fluff. Slow Burn.
Note:Yeah, I said reader gets with everyone. What about it? LOL This is my self-indulgent fic. Therefore, sporadic updates but we’re here for the fun! Chapters with sexual content will be marked with a *. There are no set amount of chapters, so I will add as I go :)
I recently watched Before We Go, Chris Evans’ directorial debut and I couldn’t help how charmed I was by the fresh execution of a story we’ve seen done before. Two strangers meet, spend a night walking around a city, fall in love, and decide to go their separate ways due to life’s obligations in the hope that they’ll find each other again. The whole time I couldn’t help imagine it at a Steve & Tony AU, so here you have it!
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Author’s Notes: This idea came from me watching “Indecent Proposal” with Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Robert Redford (because I love that movie… don’t judge!), and I thought to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to do this with Bucky and Sam as the men in the story?!” So, I listened to that smart bitch and started writing!
Thank you to @firefly-graphics for letting me use her awesome dividers!
Summary: You and your husband, Bucky, have a nice little bar together, and you sell real estate on the side. You’re happy, and business is booming… Until the pandemic hits. What can you do to keep yourselves from losing everything? Sam Wilson to the rescue… but what will it cost?
Bucky had a good night at work. It had been a month since they started stocking Tony’s beer, and people loved it. It was their best seller most nights. They hired another server, Natasha, a feisty red head who didn’t take shit from anyone. Clint was back to work from his cochlear implant surgery, shocked at how much he could really hear, and how much his hearing aid hadn’t always picked everything up.
You were finally able to focus more on your own career, only helping out in dire situations, which had only been once in the last month. You made your way downstairs, with a hankering for one of Clint’s delicious bacon cheeseburgers.
“Hey Clint!” you said.
“Y/n! Hungry? I got a burger and fries with your name on it! On me! Thank you again for giving me that extra time off to recover. I really appreciate it!”
“Clint, no problem at all! I see you’re doing okay? How are you adjusting?”
“Well, some new sounds to get used to that I couldn’t really hear before, but overall, I’m doing pretty damn good! So good, in fact, that I could hear you and Bucky going at it in the office earlier. You two are real horn balls.”
“Well, from what I hear, you and Natasha have been making out pretty hard when you think no one’s looking, so…”
“Fair enough. I’ll have your food ready in a few minutes. Go take a seat at the bar and I’ll bring it out myself when it’s done.”
“Thank you, Clint! I’m so glad you’re back.”
You walked into the bar area to see Tony and Pepper sitting at the opposite end, Bucky behind the bar laughing at something Tony said.
“There she is!” Pepper smiled, hopping off her chair to come and give you a hug.
“Hey, Pep! How are you?”
“Doing great! I just found out I’m pregnant!”
“Oh! Congratulations! That’s so exciting!” you said, jumping up and down, hugging her.
“Thank you! I know I have a long way to go, but I just can’t wait for this little one to be here.”
“Slow down, Pep. We have a nursery to build, childproofing to do.”
“I know, I know. Don’t get your undies in a bunch. There’s plenty of time.”
“We’re all set for our St. Patty’s Day celebration! Tony’s got a great Irish Stout for us,” Bucky said, leaning over the bar to give you a kiss.
“Nothing green, I hope,” you said with a smile.
“No, definitely not,” Tony said.
“Good! That makes me a happy camper. Did you remember to order the corned beef and everything, Bucky?”
“Yes, ma’am, I certainly did. I ordered a little more than last year. I want to make sure we don’t run out again. Plus, with this new beer of Tony’s, I think we’ll have a super packed house.”
“Yay! I’m so excited for this year. It’s going to be so fun!”
Clint walked through the kitchen door, bringing out your basket of food.
“Clint, this is Tony,” Bucky stated, “Clint makes the best damn food for miles! He actually makes our fries from scratch – nothing frozen when this guy’s around.”
“And don’t think I didn’t see that last bag of Sysco fries in the freezer, boss,” Clint laughed, wiping his hand in his apron, extending it to shake Tony’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, Clint,” Tony smiled. “I hear you can hear now.”
“Ha! Yes! I had hearing aids before, but I was starting to have some issues. I got cochlear implants, and I have to say, I’ve never heard better,” Clint said with a wry smile, looking at you.
You could feel your cheeks get hot, so you hid behind a huge bite of your burger.
“Oh! Clint! This is what I’ve been missing! Sooo good!”
“Thanks, boss! Can I get you guys anything?” he asked Tony and Pepper.
“I could go for a burger myself, that smells amazing!” Pepper said, looking at Tony.
“Eh, what the hell – make it two!”
“On us,” Bucky said, “I insist.”
“Well, if you insist,” Tony laughed, “who am I to say no?!”
After a nice afternoon chatting with Tony the Beer Baron and his wife, you went back up to your apartment to relax and take a bath.
As you soaked in your clawfoot tub, you heard the door creak open.
“What is it, my love?” you cooed, keeping your eyes closed.
“I brought you some wine, sweetheart,” Bucky said.
“Wine?”
You opened your eyes to see your husband holding a glass out to you, sipping on his own.
“What’s the occasion?” you asked, taking the glass from him with a smile.
“I’ve been crunching the numbers, and based on our projections, I think we can start looking at a second location this week. Wanna be my realtor?”
“Bucky! That’s great! I’m so excited. I’ve actually been looking at locations. I’ve got a few I can show you-”
“Doll, slow down. You look like you’re about to jump up out of the tub! You can show me later. Relax, that’s why you’re in there, isn’t it?”
“You’re right. I need to relax. But I’m so excited!”
He put the lid down and sat on the toilet next to you. Stretching out his legs, he gave you a big toothy grin, “I’m glad you’re excited. I am too. But the real question is, how are we going to have Clint cook at two locations simultaneously?”
“Ha! That’s a great question. Maybe he can train Peter. I think he’d follow the recipes exactly because he wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone, and he’s been asking if he can learn more in the kitchen. I think it’s a great opportunity for him.”
“That’s not a bad idea, Y/n. We can have Natasha manage the new location too.”
“Ohh… Clint might not like that,” you winced.
“I think he’d like his girlfriend getting a promotion.”
“She is the best choice. I can just see it all coming together.”
“Me too, doll. Me too. Now, you finish relaxing, and we’ll take a look at some places once you’re nice and pruney!”
“Deal!” you laughed, clinking your wine glasses together.
Author’s Notes: This idea came from me watching “Indecent Proposal” with Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Robert Redford (because I love that movie… don’t judge!), and I thought to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to do this with Bucky and Sam as the men in the story?!” So, I listened to that smart bitch and started writing!
Thank you to @firefly-graphics for letting me use her awesome dividers!
Summary: You and your husband, Bucky, have a nice little bar together, and you sell real estate on the side. You’re happy, and business is booming… Until the pandemic hits. What can you do to keep yourselves from losing everything? Sam Wilson to the rescue… but what will it cost?
Later that night, after the bar was closed and all the employees had gone home, Bucky made his way upstairs to the apartment, walking quietly through the living room, past the kitchen to the bathroom to take a shower. As much as he loved that bar, he hated the way he smelled by the end of the night.
He let the hot water trickle down his back, easing the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. He thought about what a partnership with Tony Stark could mean for them – extra free advertising among Tony’s friends, extra money coming in as a result of the extra customers that want to drink his beer.
The extra income would allow him to hire at least one more full-time staff member, which would give his beautiful wife plenty of time to realize her dream – finally. He knew you spent way too much time at the bar trying to save them money. Part of him thought that you’d still do that even if they had a full staff and you didn’t ever need to help out again.
He loved you so much, and he knew you loved him more than anything. He also knew that you put a lot of your own dreams on hold to help him realize his. He couldn’t wait for the day he didn’t need to see you filling in behind the bar, or in the kitchen, ever again. It meant that you were both doing exactly what you wanted in your lives, and you helped each other to get there.
He dried off, looking at his tired face in the mirror. He dried his long chestnut hair, and oiled up his beard – he wanted to make sure it was nice and soft just for you.
He walked down the hall, naked, and gently crawled into bed with you, his beautiful, smart, sexy wife.
“I love you, Y/n,” he whispered as he spooned up behind you.
“I love you too, Bucky,” you moaned softly, sleep thick in your voice
He kissed your neck, and nuzzled in for the night.
“Bucky! Babe! You up?” You said, walking into the apartment.
He groggily walked down the hall, boxer briefs on, hair a complete mess.
“Hey, Doll,” he croaked.
“Brought you Starbucks, Bucky,” you said, handing him a tall iced coffee.
“Mmm… you are the best, Y/n,” he said, taking the coffee and wrapping his arms around you.
“I showed a house today to that young pregnant couple. They fell in absolute love with the place, and I am meeting them tomorrow to sign the paperwork!!”
“Sweetheart! That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you!” he smiled, lifting you up off the ground, twirling you around.
“Bucky!” you giggled, leaning down to kiss his soft lips.
“Sounds like my baby needs a reward,” he said, kissing you back.
“What do you have in mind, my love?”
That damn sexy smirk was plastered on his face again, and you knew you were in trouble when he put you down on the kitchen island and you could feel his arousal on your thigh.
“Don’t you need to get to work, Bucky?”
“I’m sorry, I do believe my beautiful and successful wife needs my attention. Do you really want me to leave here, now, looking like this?” he said, looking down at his crotch.
“Yeah, you really can’t go down there looking like that. What can I do to help, baby?” you cooed in his ear, reaching down, pushing his underwear down, stroking his cock.
“I’m supposed to be rewarding you, Doll,” he breathed.
“You are rewarding me. You’re letting me do whatever I want to you, right baby?”
Bucky groaned, tilting his head back, breathing hard as you slipped off the counter top, falling to your knees in front of him. You licked up the underside of his cock, flicking the tip, making him shudder. You smiled before you opened your mouth to take him into it. You heard a hiss escape between his teeth as his fingers found their way to the back of your head, gently pulling your hair. He wasn’t trying to push you, he knew better, just encouraging you that you were making him feel good.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That mouth of yours – it’s gonna get you into trouble one day.”
You released him with a pop, smiling up at him, stroking him as he picked you up off of the floor and placed you back onto the counter.
“I wasn’t done yet, baby,” you whined.
“You don’t want me to fuck you on this counter?”
“Mmm… no, I do. I just wanted to have a little more fun first.”
“We can have more fun later. I want to feel myself inside you.”
He punctuated that last sentence with a hard thrust into you, making you moan loudly and wrap your legs around his waist.
“I love it when you don’t wear panties, Doll,” he breathed into your ear. He kissed your neck, down your clavicle, and between your breasts. His tongue made its way to your nipple, teasing and flicking it as he filled you up, thrusting hungrily into you.
“Bucky! Fuck! Baby… fuck, I love you so much!” You screamed, cumming hard as he continued to rail you on the counter.
“Fuck!” he growled, his hands on your hips, thrusting through your orgasm, chasing his own.
When he came, he grabbed your face and kissed you hard, his tongue massaging yours with fervor. You pulled him over on top of you as you laid back on the kitchen island, panting and moaning. His arms wrapped around you as his head rested on your chest, right over your heart.
“I love you so much, Y/n,” he said, moving to look up at you.
“Mmm… I love you too, Bucky,” you said, running your fingers through his hair.
Author’s Notes: This idea came from me watching “Indecent Proposal” with Woody Harrelson, Demi Moore and Robert Redford (because I love that movie… don’t judge!), and I thought to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to do this with Bucky and Sam as the men in the story?!” So, I listened to that smart bitch and started writing!
Thank you to @firefly-graphics for letting me use her awesome dividers!
Summary: You and your husband, Bucky, have a nice little bar together, and you sell real estate on the side. You’re happy, and business is booming… Until the pandemic hits. What can you do to keep yourselves from losing everything? Sam Wilson to the rescue… but what will it cost?
“What can I do for you, Mr. Stark?” Bucky said, shaking Tony’s hand.
“I’ve got two beers for you to try today, Barnes. I’m hoping you’d like at least one of them, and maybe we can do some business together.”
Tony Stark was a force to be reckoned with for sure. He came in once a month with a new beer or two for Bucky to try. He wanted to have his beer on tap in Bucky’s bar exclusively, but exclusivity meant he could demand a higher price for the product once it took off. It’s a tricky game to play, but could be beneficial to the bar.
“Stark, I hope you’ve got something good. It’s going to take something really great to knock one of these off the menu,” Bucky said, pointing to the 5 tappers next to them.
“I think I’ve got something you’ll like, and it’s not seasonal, it’s a year-round beer. I know how much you like your Guinness, and I bet I can beat their taste and their price. I call this ‘Billionaire Brew,’ and it’s a delightful dark porter with a hit of chocolate and a dash of peanut butter.”
“Peanut butter? I don’t know, Tony, that seems a little…”
“Just try it, Bucky. I promise, you’re going to love it,” he stated, pouring a little bit from a bottle.
“Alright, but you’ve got to pour one for Thor over there – he’s my biggest Guinness drinker, and he’d be devastated if we got rid of his favorite beer.”
“You got it. Heads up, blondie,” Tony said, sliding a glass down the bar.
Bucky took a sip, and raised his eyebrows, “Wow, Tony, that’s actually really damn good. What do you think, Thor?”
“This drink… I like it! But not better than Guinness. Maybe you can replace that seasonal one from Sam Adams for a taste test with the regulars?”
“Not a bad idea, Thor. How much for a half barrel, Tony? I’m not saying I’m committing here, but I do want to see what my patrons think. If Thor likes it, it’s pretty damn good.”
“Tell you what, I’ll give you a half barrel for free to test it out. You know I want to do business with you, so I’m willing to do this to get my beer in here, even if it’s just for a month.”
“What’s the catch, Tony?” you say, putting your arm around your husband’s shoulder.
“Y/n! Good to see you! You’re looking well,” he said, handing you a glass of his beer.
You take a sip, tasting the chocolate and peanut butter, “Mmm, it’s like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup in a glass!”
“That’s what Pepper said too,” he smiled, “and there’s no catch. I’d just love to work with you guys. Your place is the local hot spot, and we’re neighbors.”
“And if we decide that we want to carry your beer in our bar, how much for a full barrel?” you asked, raising your eyebrow.
“I can give it to you for $45 a keg,” he said.
“Hmm, my wife said nothing over $40, didn’t you, honey?”
“Mmm, I sure did, baby. Maybe we can think it over. We’ll see how fast the half barrel goes. We may need to negotiate a little on that, Tony.”
“I’m all for a spirited debate. I’ll drop off that half barrel tomorrow morning. I can’t wait to see what your customers think.”
“Sounds like a plan, Tony. Thank you.”
Bucky and Tony shook hands, and Tony left the rest of the bottle for Thor to finish.
“I know what you’re thinking, doll,” Bucky said, putting his arm around her shoulder.
“Oh? And what’s that?” she asked.
“You don’t want this rich, arrogant asshole’s beer in our bar. I get it. But Doll, it’s really fucking good. And $45 is actually a damn good price.”
“This rich prick is doing this as a hobby because he’s bored. What happens when he’s bored making beer and moves onto the next project? He’s going to leave us high and dry; I just know it.”
“I hear you, but he’s a nice guy. And even you have to admit, this is really good shit. You can’t hold it against him because he’s rich… it was his dad’s money, and he’s trying to do something he loves with it.”
“Ugh, it’s really hard to argue with you when you’re being all logical,” you replied, nudging his nose with yours.
“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing you softly on the lips.
“Get a room!” Thor’s voice boomed.
“We have one, it’s upstairs,” you stated, “now, what can I get you to eat for lunch today, Thor?”
Here’s the first part of The Lone Wolf. I hope this is clearing up some unanswered questions, in the next few will be more flashbacks, which will explain everything.
I hope you enjoyed reading it.
This series was brought to you because someone who (thank God) doesn’t follow me on Tumblr, wanted me to write something nicefor him, but I also wanted to post something here, so you guys are getting a bit cleaner version.
I hope you’ll like it!!
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Summary: The Reader hadn’t seen nor heard from him in about five years. Her life is getting back on track (sure, she might be playing the role of fiance for her gay friend, but everything else is going great). She’s famous all across the world for being the only person to meet The Lone Wolf in his uniform, and live to tell the tale. There was so many people asking her about him, but she never said a word. She moved on, but the past seems to want to bite her in the ass.
Warnings for this part: Implied sex, edging, a bit of SMUT (fingering), lying, mentions of dominant!Bucky, some Language
Sometimes I wish I knew what had happened to him. I looked back at the building of the company, before continuing my walk toward the café I often frequented, Coffee Bean. Sitting down, I gave them the order, which had put me into that situation with him in the first place - Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows, chocolate crumbs and coconut, the drink I haven’t had in five years, not since May 2020.
That might not have been the warmest month I had encountered in my years, but it came with a lot of memories. Pleasant and unpleasant ones, but they are still some of the most memorable moments of my life.
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Rough hands gripping me tightly by the waist from behind, pulling me close enough so that I can feel a hard, throbbing length against my ass.
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Lips attacking my neck and leaving trails of hickeys. I couldn’t tell whether they were made out of possessive jealousy, or as a way to show me he actually cared about me, but they were there, dozens of hickeys all over my body…
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His hand grabbing me by the throat, before pulling me in for a rough kiss, which left me breathless and weak in the knees…
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“Honey, are you okay?”
“Huh?” I looked away from the window, as I was pulled out of my thoughts. The bright, blue, eyes of my ‘fiancé’ were in front of me. Steve and I have only been 'engaged* for two weeks, due to him needing a fake fiancé, because he didn’t have enough courage to tell his parents he’s actually gay. He was gorgeous, blonde, blue eyed, well-built and over six feet tall. Every girl’s wet dream, but not mine. “Oh, hey, love! I’m sorry I was thinking.”
“I could see that, honey.” He sipped on his coffee. How long had he been here? “I’ve been trying to grab your attention for the past 10 minutes.” He grumbled out, answering the question I didn’t even ask, while grinding his teeth. “A penny for your thoughts, darling?”
“It’s nothing, really. I was only remembering some things from my past.”
“Good or bad?”
“Both.” I said with finality in my voice, making it known that I don’t want to talk about that subject anymore.
“So it is true.”
“What are you talking about?”
“There was something between you and the lone wolf.” His voice was filled with some sort of venom, but it was, weirdly enough, calm, although, if you payed enough attention, you could notice that the anger was radiating off him in waves, his eyebrows were furrowed, and fists clenched idly at his side. I didn’t even know he knew of him. Most of the wolrd didn’t really care much about the people from Balkans, although, him being a famous, mysterious war criminal might have had something to do with it…
“I was someone he kidnapped once.”
“Is that all?”
“He also tortured me.” I told him the official story. No need to tell him the truth about the aforementioned torture, but his heated gaze didn’t falter.
Why does it seem like he knows something? He can’t know. No one can. It was all between me and him, and he disappeared off the face of the Earth five years ago.
He kept the staring game for a few moments, before his stare softened. “If you say so.”
“I do.” I took another sip of my Hot Chocolate, before I let out a sorrowful laugh. “I had this same drink a few hours before he took me five years ago, you know? I was afraid to drink it again. I thought it was some sort of a bad thing, but I got over it.” I always had this same drink, when I was talking to him, whether it was over the phone, or over a video-call, in person… He knew me like an open book. Since he hasn’t been around in five years, If he were alive, he would have contacted me by now. So I thought it was the time to move on and have it again. It hadn’t disappointed. “Damn, it tastes better than I remember.”
He hm-ed, before nodding for me to continue. His eyes were, somehow haunted. Which made me think something was extremely wrong, but this was Steve. Friendly-neighbourhood gay-man who didn’t want his parents to know he was gay, so he faked his engagement to me after two months of being my friendly gay best neighbour, and five years of being my (only) gay-best friend ….
“I had this one friend, Bucky. We had been friends, since my third/fourth year of high school, and I had been in love with him ever since I had seen. My friend needed my help. Apparently, he had been in trouble at the time.”
“What did he do?” He asked, deep in thought.His blue eyes deep in thought.
“I don’t know. I was talking to him on the phone, and then, someone had grabbed me, there was a cloth in my face. I had breathed in and everything went black. When I woke up, I was in my Grandfather’s abandoned house in our old village. Most of the old people have been sent to homes, and nobody lives there. My plan was to stay there for two weeks, alone, surrounded by acres of woods. The only person, other than my family, who knew where it was, was my best friend, Bucky. So, I assumed he allowed someone to kidnap me and have their way with me. I never saw a face, and never heard their voice, but I’ve heard the groans they made while they violated my body.” Lie, lie, lie and lie. He would never put me in any type of danger like that. Sure, he had, indeed kidnapped me, but he knew I had one of those fantasies when I was younger.
“Why are you saying they?”
“Because I’m uncertain whether it was a man or a woman. Yes, Steve, there is a possibility that The Lone Wolf is a woman, as well.” No there isn’t, but there’s no need for him to know that.
“I never even thought of that possibility…” He mumbled, seemingly mind blown, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. “So, that friend of yours…”
“I don’t like your tone. He was only my friend then, we hooked up a few times before that, though, three years after we’ve met.”
“So, your then-friend, betrayed you.”
“Yes. He left me with an animalistic person whose only purpose in life was to hide, and torture me.”
“How exactly did he torture you?”
“Any way you could possibly imagine, only twenty times worse…” That was true. He tortured me in any sexual way he could. From spanking, to bondage, through whipping and leaving hickeys all the way to edging me ten times before finally letting me cum, screaming for him in places where only animals could hear me, biting…If I mentioned any other man, I would get punished.
“How do you feel about The Lone Wolf?”
“I hate him so much.” For leaving me a hot mess, and after two wonderfully-spent weeks, disappearing into thin air. He only wanted to use me for sex just like all those times before…I loved him, through everything, but he never cared. He never loved me and now, five years later, I finally understood that.
“You really hate him so much?” His gaze was so intense, it made me remember a moment with Bucky.
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“I hate you, Sarge.” I cried, which was understandable since it was the sixth time he edged me so far. And I wanted to cum so badly. “Please, please, please, allow me to cum.”
“You hate me?” He asked, before pushing his finger into my slit once again and picking up the pace. Every word he said was slowly rolling off his tongue, his blue eyes were dark with lust, and there was a mischievous glint in them. “Why are you so wet, then, doll?”
“Please, please, please, make me cum”
“I asked you two questions, doll. If you answer them, I’ll think about it.”
“Fine, Sarge, I don’t hate you. I don’t think I could ever hate you and I’m wet because you make me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling for anyone.”
“And what are those things?” He asked, before licking my breast and putting another finger in, while his other hand played with my clit.
“I…” I was about to answer before the sensation I felt stopped me. “Please, Sarge…”
“You’re about to cum already?” He asked.
“N…”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Yes, Sarge. Now please…” I whined, he was picking up the pace, and I was surprised he had actually listened to me. I was right there. Only one push and I’d be getting the sensation I wanted to feel since he had started this…
“No…” I whined, as I felt him pull his finger out.
“Yes.” He said, kissing me roughly, before pulling me onto my wobbly feet. I couldn’t stand properly due to our…activities. He let out a self-satisfied laugh, before throwing me over his shoulder. “I’m going to help you take a shower.”
“I hate you…”
“I thought you could never hate me, doll.” I slapped him across his very lovely ass. He let out another, hearty laugh, before I felt a sharp pinch on my ass.
“You bit me!” I mumbled
“If you mess with the wolf, you’re bound to feel some consequences.”
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“I don’t know if I hate him completely. If it weren’t for him, I would have been dead, you know. He saved me.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well…” Think, think, think… “That winter, the wolves were running about the forest. We didn’t have any sheep, cows or pigs in any of the barns that year. Grandfather was in the home and Uncle couldn’t retire until the next year. So me and him were, practically, the only ones in the area at the time. It was plenty useful to have a deadly soldier there, or I would have been ripped apart by the actual wolves.” Again, a half-truth.
“So you don’t hate him?” He asked again.
“He had saved my life. I don’t think I could ever hate anyone, I think I only strongly dislike him.”
“Good. I’m so sorry about this, Y/N.” He said, his blue eyes filled with regret.
“What are you talking about, Steve?” I asked him, but his phone rang.
“Yes, buddy, you were right. She’s all yours now.“ He said, before hanging up. He gave me one, pointed look, before gesturing something. I had no idea what it meant, but I didn’t need to think about it. There was something on my mouth and my world went black. Deja-vu much?
I’m back, for now. And what’s a better way to return with than a new Bucky x Reader series?
This series was brought to you because someone who (thank God) doesn’t follow me on Tumblr, wanted me to write something nicefor him, but I also wanted to post something here, so you guys are getting a bit cleaner version.
I hope you’ll like it!!
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Summary: The Reader hadn’t seen nor heard from him in about five years. Her life is getting back on track (sure, she might be playing the role of fiance for her gay friend, but everything else is going great). She’s famous all across the globe for being the only person to meet The Lone Wolf in his uniform, and live to tell the tale. There was so many people asking her about him, but she never said a word. She moved on, but the past seems to want to bite her in the ass.
“Ma'am, could you tell us a little bit more about his relationship with you?”
“What relationship? He had kidnapped me and tortured me for two weeks. I’ve answered this question over an over and it hasn’t changed since the first time. I was kidnapped and tortured, then left alone, tied up, until my Uncle had found me. What kind of a relationship should that be put under, other than the captor-victim one, please enlighten me?” Dozens of people, mostly reporters, had been asking me the same question for five years, but I’ve never given them the true answer, I don’t think I could ever do that. Not to myself, not to my friend and fiancé (even if we were only engaged for the past two weeks as a plot for his family not to find out he’s gay), not even to him… That was the past I had been hiding from everyone. It was enough that they all knew I had something to do with him.Thank God they did not have any clue what that something really was, because it would start a whole new round of questions that I would never have the guts to answer, I could never betray him. Looking at the blurry picture of the hooded man made me remember everything I was trying so hard to delete from the hard drive that my mind is. I buried them deep inside, never caring about the fact that I knew I would still feel whatever it is that I felt for himthen, and hewould still be one of the few known war criminals of our modern age. Yet not a single one of them ever knew his name, they couldn’t even find his real face, or any data about himfor that matter. The only two things they knew about him,The Lone Wolf, as they deemed him, were the initials of his first and last name - JB, and that I was kidnapped by him on the day of hislast known crime.
Sometimes I wish I knew what had happened to him. I prayed to God he was still alive and kicking somewhere and that he had a great reason for being a stupid jerk, which was in character for him when it came to other people, but never when it came to me.
As I got out of the building of the company and headed toward the cafe, I could tell something was going to change today, I just didn’t have any idea what was coming… I’m Y/N Y/L/N and this is my story.
“Ma'am, could you tell us a little bit more about his relationship with you?” Dozens of people, mostly reporters, were asking the same question for ages, but I’ve never given them the honest answer, I don’t think I could ever do that. Not to myself, not to my fiancé (even if we were only engaged for the past two weeks as a plot for his family not to know he’s gay), not even to him… That was the past I had been hiding from everyone. It was enough that they knew I had something to do with him. Thank God they did not know what that something really was, because it would start a whole new round of questions. Looking at the blurry picture of the hooded man made me remember everything I was trying so hard to delete from the hard drive that my mind is. I buried them deep inside, never caring about the fact that I knew I would still feel whatever it is that I felt for himthen.And it would not change the fact thathe will always be one of the few known war criminals of our modern age. Yet no one ever knew his name. Not even hisreal face. The only thing they knew about him,The Lone Wolf, as they deemed him, were hisinitials-JBB.
“I’ve got everything figured out, but you’ve got to be the one to help.” The leader of the group looked at his friend dead in the eye.
“No.” The ex-spy said, as he rolled his eyes, not allowing his friend, and tactician, to finish this sentence.
“Come on! It won’t cost you anything!” Another one of his friends claimed.
“No!” The grumpy man’s voice radiated finality. He wasn’t going to go back.
“You’re the only one of us who isn’t exactly known.” The redheaded woman said.
“I already said no! Now leave me alone.” The bite in his words didn’t go unnoticed by the others.
“Just hear him out!” His best friend begged, his eyes pleading.
“Fine. You’ve got thirty seconds.”
“28, a librarian. 3 cats, 3 dogs. From a rich family, had a hard childhood, hates the family. Single for 28 years of her life. Was in live once, when she was a kid. She’s our only way in. You’re the only one whose face isn’t plastered up on billboards, you’re the only one who can seduce her. ”
“What’s her name?”
“Y/N Y/L/N” He took the picture into his hands, looking at her. Her eyes seemed somewhat familiar to him. He didn’t know what could be familiar. She is just an ordinary librarian after all.
“Wait, where are we trying to get in this time, Stark?”
“The CIA.”
“Why?” He was suspicious. A CIA librarian is still just a librarian. He knew they are planning something, and that, since they desperately wanted him to participate, it was something big. Why would his friends, a bunch of scientists, actors, and rich kids, who have been leading the secret life of spies and criminals for ages, be up for THIS?
“There are some…unresolved businesses between me and them.”
“From your early hacking days?”
“Yes.”
“Alright. I’ll help.” He sighed.
“Welcome back, Spy Barnes!”
“Yeah. I’m back.”
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A/N: I’ve got exams until Friday, as soon as that passes, I’m posting as much as I can. I had to write it, since no one else did
