Gotta Love Badass Bae

gotta love badass bae

I know that the team would never let CD!reader anywhere near a press conference or reporter, but just imagine all the wonderfully weird memes that would come from her somehow answering questions at a press conference

I … don’t know where this came from but it went in the opposite direction and on for TOO LONG. OOPS.

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The press conference was supposed to be a breeze– public relations yada-yada to answer some silly questions. Fans want interaction. The Avengers are closer to movie stars these days than saviors. The line blurs often.

Except, the thing goes sideways when some fucko with pit-stains taps on the mic, looks pointedly at Bucky, and then the word war criminal echoes through the room. The rest of the diatribe fades out into a faint warble.

Steve’s hand is barely slammed on the table before the crowd erupts into shouts and chairs are knocked over with people jumping from their seats. Bucky’s up too, and looking like he doesn’t know if he should follow the jet-stream trajectory of your path or keep his distance.

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OH SHIT

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Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader comes to terms with her circumstance.

Note: Alright, so I close then open so me getting another chapter up at the same time tomorrow (if at all) is unlikely. But I’ll do my best to have one ready for Saturday. Yeah. We’re almost done with this retail BS but not yet. Anyways, here ya go. (I still don’t know about the cummies or how many chapters we’re looking at, sorry). Hope you like it :)

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You were adrift on dark waves; swaying in the current. Helpless and weak. Your head pounded and your chest felt heavy. Slowly you opened your eyes, your lashes fluttered as the swaying continued.

Your vision cleared as you realized you were being carried. You lifted your head and looked up at the dark beard and the blue eyes set above it. Lord Barnes’ grasp was strong and didn’t falter under the weight of your body or even your layered skirts.

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Bad Dream  -  Three

Pairing: Dark!Steve X Reader

Summary: A year after wiping your memory and keeping you for himself, Steve Rogers is happy. Happier than he’s ever been. With you and your daughter, life couldn’t be any better. The only problem? You’re starting to remember things.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Manipulation

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: I’m back. My computer battery is fried so it’s a slow piece of shit. I’m gonna try to update all my stories soon…ish. I’m gonna add tags later

!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!!

MADNESS MASTERLIST EDITED POORLY! BAD DREAM MASTERLIST

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“Alright honey. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” You nod, pushing yourself up onto your toes and kissing him gently on the lips.

“We’ll miss you,” you whisper, glancing down to where Sarah is lying asleep in his arms. “I’ll miss you guys too. But I’ll be back before you know it. And then I think I’m gonna take you on a little trip. Bucky’s setting it up for us.”

You get reminded to last night when he was on the phone with his friend, talking about ‘fixing’ you.

His words echo in your mind, terrifying and confusing you at the same time.

“What about Sarah?” You ask softly, gently smoothing your finger of her soft cheek.

“We’ll bring her. But I want to have a few days of privacy. Just you and me. And maybe… maybe I’ll put another baby in you. How’s that sound?” His eyes are hard, watching your every move.

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“Is that right? You didn’t mean to watch me like a little pervert?” he speaks in faux apology, the façade eviscerated as his attention flickers to where your dress is ruffled and there’s a glistening trailing down your inner thighs. The man you known to be your best friend’s happy-go-lucky father has been unhinged into a beast of carnal hunger as a result of you. “Is that why you’re making a mess on my floor?” His jaw ticks. “No, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed watching me jack off, wondering if it’d be even half as good as being buried inside you—but we both know it isn’t.”

part one of two. in which you watch your best friend’s father masturbate, and he catches you. (includes best friend’s father!bucky x you, age gap mention, masturbation, voyeurism and exhibitionsm, dirty talk, blowjob—part two will include daddy kink by request of kat @angel-fire, reader receiving oral, size kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex.)

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“Are you sure I can’t tempt you to stay in tonight?” your best friend’s father, James call-me-Bucky Barnes, calls out when he hears the click of heels descending down the staircase, and silences the rumble of his mixer. “I mean, what sounds better, some stupid nightclub or my super awesome brownies?” 

“Some stupid night club,” his daughter answers immediately with a cheeky grin, sashaying ahead of you in a modest but flirty outfit to grab her clutch from the kitchen island. The last thing she needed to go out acquired, she glances at you for additional support in the evening plan. “Right?” 

Strolling behind her, you give an unsure hum. “I don’t know,” you say with an upturn at a corner of your lips. “Your daddy’s baking is pretty convincing.” 

Sinful in a stained apron and chocolate smeared on a high cheekbone, a likewise dripping whisk in one hand, he turns around to face you. His innately affable blue eyes are bright with flattery until landing on your scantily-clad form, then the initial shock darkens to something that lances satisfaction in your gut. 

But he hides fairly quickly, dissolving back into his easy going demeanor (you know, like he isn’t imaging that tiny dress in a puddle around your ankles). He clears his throat with a reinforced smile. “See! Thank you,” he addresses graciously before hastening to divert his gaze. “C’mere, and taste it, kid. Then tell me you’d rather go out.” 

The twenty-one-year-old chuckles at the lame attempt and shakes her head. “No, thanks, dad,” she speaks as she checks her things and ruffles through to ensure she’s got her phone charger, pepper spray and condoms. When it turns out she does, the bag clips close with a clink. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time by yourself,” she says absentmindedly before heading into the den for her car keys.

“Could I, Mr. Barnes?” you ask innocently with a step forward, blinking up at him. 

Seemingly no longer unaffected by the jut of your chest in a black halter top, he regards you warmly. “Of course!” He beckons you over and picks up a wooden spoon to dip into the concoction; in the process, he spills a drop on his opposing thumb, but he pays it no mind. A sample on the spoon, he offers it to you with a beam. “And, you don’t have to be so formal. Call me—”

Instead of taking the utensil, your hand curls around his and pulls down, cutting him off when your lips wrap around his thumb. Doe-eyes locked on his, you sink low to the webbing as your cheeks hollow. Rich sugar explodes on your tongue, invoking a soft moan that has his pupils dilating black. 

Oh, God, you think with a shiver down your spine. 

The look on his face is unlike what you’ve witnessed in the wholesome thirty-nine year old. It’s hungry and desire ridden like his next course of action is to hike up your dress and bend you over the counter; like he’s willing to risk it all to see if the treat between your legs is as sweet as his baking. 

You finally ease off him with a soft pop, lashes fluttering with a barely suppressed smile. “That is really good,” you murmur mischievously, and for added effect, you trail your finger down his chest, through two layers of cloth to feel the hard muscle beneath. “If it were up to me, I’d spend the night with you.” 

Before he can react, a call rips through your interaction: “Yo, let’s go!” his daughter sing songs from the foyer. “Time is wasting, and I would like to get on the dance floor while the night is still young, thank you very much!” 

Disappointment deflates your shoulders as you backpedal. “Have a good night, Mr. Barnes,” you intend to part with: you spin to follow out, but your wrist is caught, tugged firmly so you stumble into his strong embrace with a small squeak. “Mr. Barnes—!”

Two big hands steady you roughly, and he’s flushed you against him. Then he slides down your backside to knead your ass, pawing at you through the soft fabric. His fingers crudely squeeze your cheeks; his pads dig in low and spread, rasping over your puckered rosebud repetitively until he’s dwindled you into a gasping mess. “F - fuck,” he breathes in a borderline growl, jaw clenching as you shudder against him and the sensations deluging you. 

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For the fic game would "I didn't know it would be that big" with Bucky Barnes work?? Thank you :)

That’s perfect! I hope you like this… 

Warnings: Sexual Innuendo 

Title Of Your Sex Tape Fic Game  

I Didn’t Know It Would Be That Big 

If anybody could see him now, the righteous Captain America,hiding in a woman’s closet. In his defence, he had thought you were out, notthat it was a great defence. He had only wanted to use the opportunity tosearch your room for his Christmas present. With some of the team on missionsand Clint with his family for the day, The Avengers had agreed to exchangegifts on New Years Eve instead, but he had gotten impatient. Well now he waspaying for it, because when your door handle had rattled, he’d panicked anddove for cover.

Which is how he ended up here, trapped between a parka coatand something that had faux fur on it, tickling his cheek. To make matters evenworse, apparently you weren’t alone.

“God, I’ve been looking forward to this all day!” Youexclaimed excitedly.

“I know doll, I got back as quickly as I could.”

Steve’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. He knew thatvoice. Bucky was in your room and it sounded like….

“Come on Barnes, give it to me.” You demanded.

“Say pretty please.” Bucky teased.

“Buckyyyy.” You whimpered.

“So needy.” His best friend chuckled.

Blood rushed to his cheeks as he realised what was going onin your room. You and Bucky, Bucky and you, you were going to…

There was a rustling noise and then…

“I didn’t know it would be that big.” You gasped, choking indisbelief.

“What, you were expecting it to be smaller doll? I’moffended.” Bucky scoffed smugly.

“I can’t even wrap both my hands around it. How am Isupposed to fit it in my mouth?” You asked in awe.

“No, wait! Stop!” Steve yelled, tumbling out of the closetwith his hand covering his eyes.

“Steve? What the hell?” You yelped.

“I’m sorry! I was looking for my present, I know I shouldn’thave been, but I didn’t know you two…” He stammered, carefully trying toblindly walk across the room.

“You were WHAT?” You asked indignantly.

“Are you covering your eyes in shame pal?” Bucky snorted.

“I’ll just go.” Steve whispered meekly, walking into a wall.

The back of his neck war burning and he felt a little illabout what was happening. He’d just been caught hiding in the closet while youand Bucky were, well…

“Steven Grant Rogers, you look at me right now.” You snappedat him.

He paused, afraid. Afraid of you and afraid of what he mightsee.

“Is it safe? Is Bucky, you know, clothed?” He croaked.

His question was met with silence.

“Guys?” He pressed.

“Steve, what do you think we were doing?” Bucky asked withbarely restrained mirth.

The question made him brave a peek through his fingersbefore he dropped his hand and gaped at the two of you. Bucky was sprawled outacross the end of your bed like a giant cat, fully clothed, and you were perchednext to him holding…

“Bucky said he knew where the biggest and best burgers inthe city were and promised he’d bring me back one after his mission.” Youfrowned, holding up the admittedly supersized burger.

“Super soldier metabolism. Gotta know where serves thebiggest portions.” Bucky smirked, his eyes twinkling at the disbelief on Steve’sface.

“Ohthankgod.” Steve blurted under his breath.

From the shit-eating grin on his face, Bucky clearly knewwhere his mind had gone. But you were blinking innocently at him, poutingslightly at his impatient snooping.

“Doll, don’t be too hard on him. Steve just wanted to seewhat you got him so he could make sure the very expensive gift he got you wasn’ttoo extravagant, isn’t that right Stevie?” Bucky asked, throwing him a lifelineand throwing him under the bus at the same time.

It worked though, because your eyes immediately softened.

“Steve! You didn’t have to get me anything big, really. Imean I think you’ll love what I got you but it’s not a competition. I’ll lovewhatever you get me, because it’s from you.” You told him sweetly.

Your genuine reaction made him feel a lot less annoyed atBucky. You were too sweet to him, of course he didn’t mind spoiling you.

“All the same, I’m sorry I tried to snoop.” He apologised.

“I forgive you, and if it makes you feel better, next yearwe’ll set a price limit, though I don’t know how we’ll reign Tony in. Now, ifyou don’t mind, I need to get this gorgeous piece of meat in my mouth.” Youannounced, making him nearly choke on his own saliva.

“Yeah, sure. Um, bye.” He stuttered, escaping from thesituation before it got any more awkward.

As soon as he closed your door behind himself he resistedthe urge to bang his head against it and instead went to collect his wallet.Apparently he had some shopping to do.  

In your room Bucky was guffawing loudly, making the bedrumble.

“That was close. I can’t believe we almost got found outwhen we weren’t even doing anything.” Bucky snorted.

“Yeah, at least we know that if Steve finds out we’resleeping together he’ll take it well.” You sniggered.

The Thief

Summary: Where do all of Bucky’s shirts keep disappearing to?  Pairing: Reader x Bucky A/N: 2.1k word count. Silliness, fluff. Posters from the fic LOL

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Bucky is missing another shirt on Saturday morning. He rifles through his closet, slapping the hangers to the left and down the pole where they clack against each other fearfully. Last week, this happened too. His favorite red Henley with the threadbare hem and black buttons— all day he had searched for it until—

Oh.

With a slightly exasperated groan and a backwards tilt of his head, he closes the closet door. Quietly, he slips out of his room and down the silent hallway until the chatter of voices from the kitchen meets his ears.

Wilson stands at the stove top, flipping pancakes the size of plates— heavy, thick, wheat ones, overloaded with blueberries. Steve is to his side, pouring milk and stealing fruit when Sam isn’t looking. Natasha is perched on the counter, sipping black coffee.

And then, his eyes skip over to the dining table where a pair of delicate feet are propped up on the glass, toes tapping off-beat to a tuneless song.

You.

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