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buckys-other-punk · 3 years

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Why There?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Tony suggests a little game for everyone to play after a party. You and Bucky are partnered up and let’s just say things become heated throughout the game.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, cussing and alcohol/drunk-ish people?

Prompt: “Let’s go fuck in that closet.”

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Helloo loves! Starting off the new year with a new smutty fic! This was suppose to be for a writing challenge I joined back in May (holy shit i’ve put this off for way to long..sorry), but the blog who hosted the challenge kinda logged off of tumblr...but I still wanted to write this if they decided to come back (and check it out) and also for you guys of course. This is also very much unedited (like always because im excited to share this) Lemme know if you guys wanna be tagged in future fics and what you think of this fic! Enjoy ;)

**DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BUT I CANT CONTROL YOUR ACTIONS SO THIS FINAL WARNING IS POINTLESS...**

“Fuck, how many drinks have you had?” Sam asked, looking at Bucky.

“Far too many. You think Stark’s gonna stop poisoning us?” he chuckled in reply.

“Guys we should play a game!” Tony slurred excitingly towards all of you.

“Tony, are you drunk?” Steve asked Tony. In response he ignored the captain.

You looked at Natasha who was sitting next to you on the couch. Rolling your eyes you asked the man, “What game should we play Tony?”

“I’m glad you asked my dear sweet Y/N.” he stated as he patted your head gently.

“He’s for sure drunk.” you heard Clint huff under his breath.

“Whoever said that, go suck a dick.” Tony grumbled. “Anyways we should play hide and seek! It would be so fun to play it in this big tower!” he exclaimed.

“Tony, I honestly think you’ve had way too much to drink.” Pepper chuckled at her husband.

“No, I’m fine dear. Seriously guys come on! I’ll make it fair. We can have partners!” Tony explained.

“I call Y/N!” Sam yelled getting up from his seat.

“Dude what the fuck!” Bucky whispered, slapping his shoulder with an angry expression.

“Hey, I wanted to partner with Y/N.” Natasha pouted towards Tony and you.

“Guys, relax I’m sure Tony is the one who will be picking partners. Isn’t that right Tony?” you hesitantly said looking at Stark.

“That’s right Y/N.” Tony replied. “And since Mr. Wilson over here was so eager he’s going to be partnered with Clint.”

“Noo!” Sam and Clint both shouted in astonishment as they looked at Tony.

“Sorry boys. Nat you’re with Steve.” Tony ordered looking at the pair. “I’m with my beautiful wife of course.”

“Yeah, no I’m tired honey. Being the host of an extravagant party was enough.” she said as she kissed Tony’s cheek.

“Good night Pepper.” you said ever so sweetly.

“Thanks. Have fun guys.” she said waving goodbye to everyone and exiting the room.

“Well, I guess I’m with you Banner. I’m assuming you’re playing.” Tony asked, crossing his arms.

“Do I have a choice?” Bruce said in defeat.

“Nope!” Tony said. “And that leaves Y/N and Bucky for the final pair.” he added looking towards the two of you. You were kind of happy to be paired with Bucky, even though you wished to be paired with Natasha, but Bucky will have to do. I mean, you and Bucky have been having an on and off thing every so often, how bad would this be? You looked towards Bucky with a smile which he returned.

“What?! How come Bucky gets to be with Y/N!? I called dibs!” Sam said angrily towards Tony.

“Because I said so.” Tony snapped which made Sam go off in the corner to sulk. “So here are the rules; you can’t ask FRIDAY for help, each pair needs to stay together, if you are found you can’t help the seeker find the others, and this entire floor is up for grabs.” Tony explained.

“Wait, if the entire floor is good to hide, that means we can hide in people’s rooms?” Clint asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Yup, everything is clear. If everyone is ok with that?” Tony asked, looking at everyone.

“Yeah.” “I’m fine with that.” “Ok.” “Sure.”

“Alright, but just in case none touches anybody’s stuff in their rooms. Oh, I also forgot to mention, you can move around if you don’t like your hiding spot.” Tony stated sounding less drunk than before. “So, is everyone ready?” he asked and everyone gave a nod towards the man.

“Ok, Bruce and I will be the seekers. We’ll give everyone 15 minutes to hide. FRIDAY can you announce when the time is up and who gets found when we find people?” he asked the AI.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” the AI said. “Your 15 minute timer starts now.”

With that everyone grabbed their partners and took off. Clint practically dragged Sam from the corner where he was sulking. Steve picked up Nat and carried her out of the room. Natasha was furiously yelling at Steve to put her down saying she can walk herself. Bucky grabbed your hand and you both ran towards the kitchen.

As the two of you entered the kitchen you both saw Clint try to shove Sam into one of the cabinets underneath the island table. They both felt yours and Bucky’s stares and whipped their heads towards the two of you.

“GET OUT!” Sam yelled as he tried to shimmy into the storage space. Bucky raised his hands in defeat and the two of you exited the kitchen. As you both were leaving you heard Sam yell to Clint, “Dude quit shoving me so hard!” The two of you laughed as you walked down the hallway.

You both passed the living quarters where you briefly saw red hair hiding behind a dresser. You stopped walking to look into the room, which was Clint’s, and saw blue eyes were peeking underneath a bed. “You guys are gonna be found first.” you said to the two.

“Fuck off Y/N. You guys haven’t even hidden yet.” you heard Nat say from behind the dresser.

“There is 5 minutes remaining.” FRIDAY announced.

“Let’s see who gets found first.” Steve said from underneath the bed.

You shook your head and walked towards Bucky. The two of you couldn’t find a perfect spot to hide and time was running out.

“Y/N there.” Bucky said pointing towards the laundry room. You nodded and the two of you quickly entered the room searching for a good place to hide.

“Damn it there’s nowhere good to hide in here!” you huffed out towards the man.

“Aw come on Y/N. What about there?” he said pointing to the supply closet. “Let’s go fuck in that closet.” he said with a smirk.

“What the fuck Bucky!” you quietly yelled. “First off, no. Second, why should we hide there? Isn’t it a little too obvious to hide in a closet?” you replied with your hands on your hips.

“Hey at least I tried.” he said, raising his arms in defense. “Well it may be so obvious that the science bros wouldn’t even look there.” Bucky replied, back arms crossed.

“The 15 minute time is up. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner is on their way.” the AI announced.

“Ugh, fine we’ll hide in the closet.” you huffed in defeat as you pulled Bucky with you towards the closet. You opened the door, shoved Bucky inside first and got in closing the door behind you. The space felt super small with Bucky’s large frame pressed up behind you. His hands were on your hips and you felt his hot breath on your exposed neck. Fuck why did Tony have to have this idea right after a party? You grumbled to yourself.

“You smell nice, doll.” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“That’s fucking creepy Bucky.” you replied back.

“What, I can’t help it. You look so fucking hot in this dress.” he started as he rubbed his hands along your frame which of course gave you goosebumps.

“Wait, be quiet. I think I hear someone.” you whispered. Bucky became quiet, but his arms wrapped around your front this time and he pulled you even closer to his body. You could feel his bulge pressing against your lower back.

“Nothing here.” you heard Bruce yell.

“Did you check the closet?” Tony asked.

“I don’t think anyone would be hiding in the closet. That’s the most obvious place to hide.” Banner said.

“Alright then.” Stark stated as the two of them exited the laundry room.

He sobered up quickly you said to yourself.

Both you and Bucky huffed out the breath you were holding. You waited a good 5 minutes before opening the closet door and pulling Bucky out. As soon as the two of you got out of that closet you heard FRIDAY announce that Natasha and Steve were found first.

“Knew it.” you whispered with a smirk towards Bucky. “We gotta find somewhere else to hide.” you added.

“Where should we go?” he asked, walking towards the exit of the laundry room, looking out into the hallway to see if the coast was clear.

“Maybe someone’s room. I don’t think that Tony and Bruce would go back there since they already found a pair.” you said shrugging your shoulders.

“Alright, let's go to Sam’s room.” Bucky said. “I’ve always wanted to mess with his stuff.” he added with a smirk.

“Tony said to not mess with the rooms, Buck.” you said as the two of you walked into the hallway towards the room.

“Fuck his rules. I’ve been meaning to mess with Wilson’s stuff for a while, but never got the chance.” he snickered.

“Whatever.” you huffed.

The two of you arrived in Sam’s room without hesitation and Bucky wreaked havoc. He went into the bathroom and messed with all of Sam’s toiletries. Sam’s bed was neatly fixed before the two of you got there, but once Bucky finished messing with his bathroom, he walked towards the bed laying down on it.

“You wanna fuck in his bed?” Bucky said wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“What no.” you quickly said.

“Fine, maybe next time.” winking at you as he stood up from the bed. You rolled your eyes as you looked around the room wondering if Tony and Bruce found Sam and Clint. About 15 minutes passed and you were getting bored. Did Tony and Bruce give up?

“You guys are giving me a headache.” you heard Tony announce through the intercoms. “New rule, if you found a new spot to hide you have to stay there.”

“Ugh, I need this game to be over so i can get out of this dress.” you said as you laid on Sam’s bed.

“I can help with that, doll.” Bucky flirted which again made you roll your eyes. “Come one Y/N. Help me get back at Sam for his prank on me. Let’s fuck on his bed.” he begged at you on his knees. You sat up as an idea formed in your mind, which would help him get his revenge.

“No, I’m not gonna have sex with you in Sam’s bed.” you said and Bucky groaned frustrated looking at the ground. “But,” you started and that made him lift his head up. You leaned forwards towards him so that your face was close to his. “I’ll fuck you in his closet.” you said looking straight into his eyes. You saw his blue eyes turn dark filling with lust.

“You’re serious Y/N? You’re not messing with me right?” he asked quietly staring into your eyes

“I’m dead serious babe.” you said confidently and with that Bucky stood up and lifted you into his arms. As he walked towards the closet his blue eyes were staring into your y/e/c eyes. He looked down to your lips then back up at your eyes. Once Bucky entered the open closet he leaned his head forward and connected his lips with yours.

The kiss was passionate and rough. Bucky closed the door slightly so just enough light could peak through. He pressed you up against the wall as he still held onto you. He deepened the kiss and the two of you moaned as your tongues fought for dominance. Your chest was pressed up against his, arms around his neck holding him close and thighs wrapped around his torso.

You felt one of his hands move from your back to your exposed thigh. He ran his hand from your thigh up to your hip, pushing your black dress along with it. Bucky withdrew his lips from yours and attached them to your neck. Unsatisfied with his thin grey dress shirt, you moved your hands to his chest and began to unbutton the fabric wanting more of him. Just as you finished unbuttoning his shirt you both heard a noise outside the closed space.

Both of you froze in place looking towards the cracked door not wanting to get caught. You heard footsteps walk past the room and a grumble followed by a door shutting. It was probably Steve, tired of Tony’s little game and wanting to sleep the rest of the night. With that the two of you huffed in relief, Bucky looked back to you with his lustful eyes.

“You’re sure you still want to do this?” he asked face inches to yours.

“If we get caught, then whoever catches us will have a great show.” you said smugly.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, doll.” he growled as he took off his shirt completely while still holding onto you.

You followed suit, luckily your dress had no zippers, so you pulled your dress up over your head and kicked off your heels. Bucky pulled back and drooled at the sight of you. You wore a black bralette and lace thong underneath your dress. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled it forward as he pressed his lips on yours once again. Your hands ran up his toned chest to the back of his neck, you used our right hand to slightly pull at his hair which made him moan.

Bucky’s right hand moved from your hip to up your body, stopping at your left breast giving it a light squeeze. Moaning at the sensation you began to grind against his lower half, feeling his dick twitch underneath his dress pants. Bucky pushed the fabric covering your breasts down, his lips removed from yours as he placed hot wet kisses from your jaw down to your chest. Admiring your naked torso he lifted you higher against the wall so he could attach his lips on your hardened nipple as one of his hands began to rub your clit through your lace thong. You moaned, grabbing a fist full of his hair drawing his lips back to yours.

Once your lips were attached Bucky’s, he began to unbuckle his belt and you fumbled unzipping his pants off. He pushed them down along with his boxer briefs to his thighs and his hard dick sprang free form its restraints. It was your turn to now drool at the sight of him. You moved your right hand between your bodies as you grabbed his dick and began stroking it. Bucky moved his hand back to your clothed pussy and moved your lace thong to the side. He gathered the slick juices from your pussy to his mouth, moaning harder at the taste of you and your actions.

“You ready doll?” he asked looking at your eyes and you replied with a yes. He spat in his hand and pumped his dick before slowly inserting into you. The two of you moaned at the sensation as Bucky held you close waiting for you to adjust to his size.

“Move baby.” you whispered in his ear. Bucky slowly pulled out of you and back in.His movements were torturously slow and you wanted more.

“Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner have found Mr. Wilson and Barton.” FRIDAY announced.

Oh thank god you said to yourself. “You better make this fast Barnes.” you breathed out finally getting what you wanted.

“Oh doll, if you want fast I’ll show you fast.” he whispered in your ear. Just like that his hips pulled back almost completely and quickly thrusted back into you. You moaned in Bucky’s ear pulling at his hair with your right hand, scratching his back with the other keeping his body close to yours. His pace changed to an agonizing slow pace making you clench around him.

“Fuck Bucky.” you moaned as your head rested on his shoulder. Bucky then thrusted hard into you again. You screamed, biting his shoulder as your back was pressed harder against the wall.

“Shit doll, you’re taking me so well.” he said as he kissed along your jaw. With each sharp thrust his lips moved closer and closer to yours. Once he felt your clench around his dick he placed his lips on yours swallowing your moans.

“What the fuck?” a voice yelled as they entered his room.

Bucky’s ears perked up and he quickened his pace fucking you harder and harder. You couldn’t control how loud your moans were. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth, hoping Sam didn’t hear. Your legs began to shake as you felt your climax come near and Bucky felt you clench around his dick. He quickly moved his hand over to your clit rubbing the small bundle of nerves as fast as he could. You both hear footsteps come closer and closer to the closet door.

You and Bucky began panting hard at how close you both were. You felt Bucky’s dick twitch inside of you, which made you clench around him and just as you both were at the peak of your climax the closet door quickly opened revealing Sam. His eyes wide at the sight of you naked pressed up against the wall and Bucky balls deep inside of you. The two of you groaned in each other's mouths as you both came hearing yelling in the background.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Sam yelled again. Covering his eyes at the scene in front of him, his two best friends having sex with one another.

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romantic-barnes · 4 years

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unintended | part one

| part one - through the veins of history |

Pairings: king!bucky x princess!reader, king!steve x twin!princess

Summary: The moment you have come of age, you are being ripped out of the place you call home and into the kingdom of Cydonia ruled by King James, your betrothed. Neither of you pleased with the situation, neither of you being honest. Between fights, snarky remarks and glaring, do you find time to breathe? Is it possible to reconcile or even love one another?

Warnings: arranged marriage, insulting, being mean on purpose, a bit of a slow burn, the reader has a twin!

A/N: This is part one of my entry in @sillyqt writing challenge. I chose to write an Arranged Marriage AU. This is pretty cliche to write it with a Royal Au, but I just love those very much. If you catch it, this is written like a one-shot, but it is very much a series. A huge massive thank you to my friend @nsfwsebbie for beta reading this and also explaining what a beta is haha. I love you and thank you for being there for me, it means a lot.

Deviders by @whimsicalrogers

Once upon a time (yes this is how our story begins) in a kingdom rich of wisdom and the newest inventions, the tale unfolds as the king and queen’s daughters become of age, ready to be wed.

Their first born, John, the heir away to meet his betrothed. The perfect time to focus on their two daughter’s Y/n and Julia. The twin’s inseparable since birth, but strikingly different in personality. No one would know upon first glance.

Julia, the oldest by a minute, is what one would describe the perfect princess, queen, mother and wife. A girl grown into a beautiful woman called the Princess of grace by the people. Both strikingly beautiful and intelligent unlike anyone her age.

Y/n, however, is none of the above. The kingdom named her the Queen of hearts, although the lack of a throne. Many people, near and far, say that she is the most beautiful woman they have ever seen, but her interests are far from what is expected from a wife. Stubborn, loud and unfashionable for a royal. Y/n can’t sit still to read a book, or participate in any of the sewing circles, no, she’d rather ride a horse alongside her friend Clint. Y/n runs through flower fields and sneaks into the kitchen to help, shooting arrows instead of drinking tea. She rides to town to drink beer with the commoners. But despite the lack of Royal-ness, the people love her.

Tony on the other hand worries that no prince or king will ever ask for her hand. He blames himself, giving her all the freedom, but he couldn’t ever possibly have it any other way. He loves his two daughters and would give them everything to be happy, even if it meant that they would live in his castle forever.

Their King Tony and their Queen Pepper, hold the philosophy that love is the only way to rule a kingdom. If you love your people and your country, it will show in the way it blossoms under your rule. Now that it’s time to send off their daughter’s, they want nothing more than for them to marry someone they love.

But that’s not what times like these allow.

You opened the heavy door (to the despair of the guard standing next to it) to reveal your father sitting behind his desk and your mother standing behind him, one hand resting on his shoulder. Julia sat on one of the two chairs opposite Tony, gracefully smiling your way.

You immediately felt that something was off, you had that feeling already when a guard told you that your father expected you in his office. The feeling didn’t falter as you sat down next to your sister and two portraits caught your eyes.

Your father cleared his throat, leaning forward. “As you know, as a princess comes of age, she is ready to be wed.” Tony’s eyes flickered between you and Julia. “So, your mother and I searched far and wide to find suitable men and we think we made the right decision.”

Julia beamed with excitement, but you grimaced at the thought of leaving your home. “And who have you chosen, father?” Your head turned toward the two portraits.

“Julia, dear,” your mother started, pointing to the painting of a young man with blue eyes and dark blond hair, “King Steve, amongst many others, has asked for your hand and we think that he is the perfect man for you to marry. Handsome, wealthy and a king the people describe as kind and thoughtful.”

Julia’s smile grew at your mother’s description of her future husband. You noticed she’s doing that thing she always does when she’s excited; straighten her back.

“And you, Y/n,” You looked at Tony, eyes growing wide, “we have chosen king James for you.”

Chosen, that’s the key word here. They have chosen him, not the other way around.

“A very intelligent young man, a fighter strong and passionate for the health and protection of his people. Undeniably handsome as you can see.” Tony said, your mother chuckled and you took a closer look at the King.

He is indeed very beautiful, long dark hair, blue eyes and his face structure carved sharply. You pondered for a moment. There are far worse Men out there, lords and prince’s alike who show no worry for their appearance, but James looks wealthy. The gold trim, gemstones and a crown with fine details. His short beard trimmed and groomed to your liking, a King nice to look at, at least.

But all that aside, the pit in your stomach knew that this was the end. The end of your freedom, the end of your life (a bit dramatic, but alas). The fear settled in of what life would be like once you move to King James’ kingdom. Once you become Queen, there are certain duties to uphold, an image for the people to portray and you did not feel ready for it. You never have.

“When will we be meeting our betrothed?” Julia leaned forward, her face beaming with excitement.

“In a fortnight, my dear.” Pepper grinned, knowing Julia’s eagerness.

There were things you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Protesting against your fathers wishes when all he ever did was give you everything your heard desired. You exhaled, relaxing against the chair. Your father noticed.

“Y/n, I know how you feel towards this whole thing, but you have to understand that James can give you everything you want. All we heard about him only puts a positive light on him and that’s all we could ever ask for, a kind man.”

Your father placed his hand on Pepper’s and from the corner of your eye you saw the pleading look on Julia’s face, begging you not to throw a fit. A simple nod is all you managed to do and both of you were dismissed.

Julia walked alongside you through the corridors, silent, stealing glances at you and you knew there was something she wanted to say. “Just say it already!” You groaned, throwing your head back.

“I just think that you are really lucky! You could be so happy with King James!”

You turned your head, the sad look on your sister’s face making you angry. “I’m happy here! I won’t ever be a good Queen or a good wife for gods sake!”

“If you would just give King James and his kingdom a chance-“

“I don’t want to!” You interrupted her, walking up to the doors, a guard ready to pull it open. “I can open my own goddamn door!” You grunted; the guard stopped in his track letting you push the door open.

Julia exhaled, dropping her shoulders. You walked down the steps onto the grass, long strides towards the training grounds, leaving your sister behind. The sound of swords clashing together, grunts and heavy boots walking on the dirt, your dress dragging through it.

You saw Clint from afar, a smile immediately breaking out, your face lighting up. He stood behind one of his students, holding the boy’s arm and showing him the way to position himself. A wave of your arm and Clint turned his head to you, letting go of the boy to let him shoot the arrow, missing bullseye by millimetres.

“How’s your highness doing?” Clint bowed to you, cracking a smile.

“I want to throw myself off a cliff, but other than that, I’m great!” Clint embraced you into a hug, ignoring the frightened look on the boy’s face. “You’re getting pretty good, Peter!” You ruffled his hair and watched his cheeks turn crimson red.

Peter smiled shyly, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ before turning to away. You giggled at the shy boy, gesturing to Clint that you wanted to talk.

“What’s going on?” Clint asked softly once you were away from the training grounds and you looked up to meet his eyes.

“I’m betrothed to King James.”

Clint’s mouth opened and closed, walking next to you through the woods. “Wow.” You cocked a brow, uncertain of what Clint meant. “I mean, sometimes I forget how grown up you are. Must admit that I didn’t think about you getting married.”

“I know. It all feels so sudden.” The wind blew through your hair, warm air carrying the promise of summer. “I don’t want to go.” You whispered, eyes filling with tears.

Clint stopped, pulling you against his chest. His hand gently brushing through your hair. “It’s going to be ok. From what I’ve heard, King James is very kind and gentle, I couldn’t imagine him ever hurting you and besides, I’ll be there too.”

You immediately lifted your head, eyes wide as you stared at him. “Really? I didn’t know you would be coming with me.” You heard fluttered at the idea that Clint would be there with you.

“Of course I am! I’m not leaving you to go to a foreign country without your best friend.” Clint wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you back to the castle.

The idea that you would be all alone in a foreign country, with no one to confide to was frightening. But with Clint by your side, there was no reason to be afraid.

As the weeks turns into days and the days turned into hours, the reality became so much more touchable. Things packed and farewells said, Julia was the first to say goodbye to her home.

Your day would be tomorrow, but even just having to bid your sister goodbye was enough to bring tears to your eyes. The only thing worse than this is knowing that she’ll stay there forever. That she is to become Queen and have children to look after, no more time for shenanigans instituted by you. Dragging her along on a horse to adventures she could barely reach due to the lady like way she rode a horse.

But what frightened you the most is that she’ll forget you, off to a distant land and living what she has been training for her whole life.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged, Tony crying while Pepper made sure Julia had everything. The next time you’ll be seeing her is at her wedding. An obscure though. But that night you prayed to any god, hoping that Steve is everything your parents said he is.

The morning of your departure was dreadful. A maid helped you get into the simple red and white striped dress, pinned your head up against your protests and send you off to breakfast.

Your parents were awfully quiet. Tony and Pepper wouldn’t say it, but you are the life of the party, the one lighting the room, bringing smiles and laughter to everyone. With you gone, they wondered how different life would be.

The week-long journey was one thing to think about, having time to mentally prepare, but the pit in your stomach grew and grew with every passing minute. You didn’t want to marry anyone, if you had a say in this matter, you would be on a ship, travelling the world, but the day you were born your fate was sealed.

Clint helped you into the carriage, a look back to your parents and the tears started flowing. Your beloved home no longer a place you come back to every night, where you would spend time in the garden or ride to the town.

You sat back, leaning your head on the window. Your hands gripping the skirt of your dress, rolling the fabric between your fingers. A new country waited for you to be discovered, new adventures to be excited about and that’s what you clung onto.

The journey was dreadful. Sleeping in tents wasn’t the problem, it was the destination that turned your stomach around. Clint did everything to cheer you up, letting you ride a horse instead of sitting in the carriage, telling you more stories of his time in the red circle. The red circle is a secret bunch of assassins ordered to take care of ambushes near the border. Your father brought them to life at the early stage of his reign and they successfully scared away anyone trying to enter the country with foul intend.

The stories are wild and never cease to amaze you. Clint told you about the time he was ordered by Tony to train the knights, having experience in stealth and strategy. Clint, you notice every time, is the proudest telling that particular story.

The week came to an end quicker than you thought and with it the Kingdom of Cydonia presented itself in all its glory. Your new home till the day you die.

The town you rode through was so different from your home. Red bricked walls made up the structure of the houses, not the white ones you were used to. The streets branched off to even smaller ones, children running through, chasing each other.

As you rode through further, a market came to view. Shops instead of little stands, sings telling you what was sold, and women dressed without caps. That was something you were excited about, electricity running through your body seeing the women’s’ and little girls’ hair braided or laying atop their shoulders. The different hairstyles amazed you.

Cydonia looks so much brighter than you imagined.

A long and wide path before you made way for the castle and your breath caught itself in your throat. The white such a contrast to the red houses of the rest of the Kingdom. The castle grand in size, bigger than you could’ve thought. A day wouldn’t cover it, you would need at least a month to roam through these halls.

A gate was opened and the path lead to a fountain, behind it you climbed off your horse and were welcomed by a tall and muscular man. He introduced himself as Sam and lead you up the steps to the door, inside the grand entrance.

Inside was more marble than you have ever seen. Pillars, walls, stairs, all made of marble. The floor in a black and white checkered pattern. Your mouth wide open as you were led through the castle to your chambers.

You walked in and practically ran to the windows along the wall, pressing your hands to the glass. Your chambers looked over the garden and you gasped at the beauty of it. A rectangular pond in the middle of the grass, flowers at the back with a pavilion, trees as far as you could see.

Your heard Sam chuckle behind you walking to stand next to you. “Do you like it, your highness?”

“Yes.” You breathed, fogging up the glass. Turning around you took in the room. Simple, but still cosy. A four-poster bed to your right, opposite it a fireplace with a little table and plush, velvet chairs. Yes, you could see yourself being content here.

“A maid will be here shortly to dress you for the welcoming ceremony, Princess.” Sam smiled and bowed low before leaving the room.

Clint walked around, examining the room further. “This place is fancy!” His eyes wide as he looked at the gold details.

“I know right?” You walked over to the fireplace; a painting was hung above it. A woman smiled down at you. “I wonder who this is.”

The door opened and a young woman entered the room. Hair fiery red and her face structure sharp, if she didn’t smile at you right now, you would be very much intimidated. “Good evening, your highness. I’m Natasha, your lady in waiting.” Natasha curtsied before you, with a warm smile. “Do you have a gown in mind that you wish to wear?”

“Oh, yes the light blue one, with the pearls.” You went over to your crate holding a few of the finer dresses. To Natasha’s horror, you rummaged through the crate, pulling out the dress holding it up for Clint’s approval.

“I think that’ll do!” Clint smiled, placing his hands on his hips.

With Natasha’s help you got dressed and chose the jewellery you wanted to wear. Your hair was pinned up with a few strands framing your face. Against Natasha’s protests, she loosened the hairdo a little, giving it a more relaxed look.

The walk through the halls was truly challenging. Questions burned in your head. What if he isn’t what everyone says? What if he’s mean and vicious?

You straighten your back the way Julia would, holding your head high. The crown on your head heavier all of a sudden. You know what being in the presence of the King means, pretending. Pretending to be the person they expect you to be.

You stood in front of the massive double doors, hyper aware of what’s going to happen. You were announced and the doors were opened to reveal the lavish room. You took a step in and awed within yourself of the long throne room. There were royal guards all along the walls, windows high letting the evening sun in. Only your steps echoed off the high ceiling and with each foot set in front of the other, James came to view.

There he stood, dresses in white. Quite different from the portrait your parents showed you. Still indescribably beautiful, but his hair is short the crown sitting atop his chestnut brown hair. Hie beard also shorter, but you liked the look. You smiled feeling happy to be betrothed to an at least very handsome man.

As you came to a stop before him, you lowered your body to a deep courtesy, only raising yourself when James offered his hand. You gently placed your hand in his, soft skin meeting another. You noticed the scarring disappear behind the fabric. He kissed the back of your hand and you exhaled sharply as your eyes met his.

The painting didn’t do the blue justice, not at all.

“Your highness, it is a pleasure to welcome you Cydonia.” King James smiled happily. He was taken aback by your beauty. He wanted to behead anyone who told him about you, the tales of your beauty not even close to what you are. He was sure to never have met someone quite as striking as you, but he feared you just wouldn’t be the right fit for him.

A princess through and through. Trained to perfection, with little personality. Nothing but the throne in her head, waiting to give birth to an heir. He feared you would be just as boring as the next princess.

“The pleasure is all mine, King James.” You did your best to sound as delicate as possible, almost mimicking your sisters voice.

King James offered his arm and you held on to it as he led you through another set of doors leading to the equally lavish dining room. A long table was set for just the two of you and he offered you the chair to his right. James sat on the end of the table, smiling sweetly.

Your nerves were starting to get to you, trying to remember how to eat properly. At home it didn’t matter what spoon you used, Tony and Pepper never minded you eating quickly and getting up before anyone else to go to your archery training with Clint. But here you felt out of place. You imagined Julia sitting opposite you, what she would do next. You ate in silence trying your hardest to concentrate on the way you ate.

James peeked at you from time to time, your posture straight as a stick, taking the littlest bites and saying you’re full even though half the food was still on your plate. His worst nightmare came true, but he couldn’t defy his mother’s wishes.

“Do you paint, Princess?” James asked, folding his hands before him.

You pondered for a moment whether to lie or not. You don’t hate painting per se, but you don’t do it either. “No, I don’t, your majesty.”

James nodded. “Do you ride horses, perhaps?”

“Yes, I do, but only a little.” That was a lie, but you couldn’t exactly tell him that you ride hoses like a man or that you shoot arrows while doing it.

James nodded again; eyebrows knitted together. “What do you like doing for fun then?”

You thought, but nothing that you do for fun was acceptable for a future queen to do. “I uh attend the sewing circle.” You chewed on your lower lip, hoping that the King would approve, but James looked confused.

He couldn’t lie, she was boring. What were they going to do together? Attend the sewing circle? Ride a horse for about ten minutes at one mile per hour and then go to sleep? If his mother hadn’t brought her in here, he sure as hell wouldn’t have. There was so much more to life that he wanted to do. If he had the chance, he would travel, not get married and… Maybe if she doesn’t want to be here, he could get rid of her. A few hurtful words here and there and she would be running off to wherever she came from.

She is gorgeous, sure, but he can do little with that. “How can you possible not enjoy painting?” James leaned back into his chair, watching the colour drain from her face.

You shook your head slightly, taken aback by the sudden change of character. There was no proper way of responding and you were stuck. Opening and closing you mouth trying to scramble for words.

“Any Queen in this dynasty mastered the painting skill, so I expect you to do the same.” James was on the brink of smirking. There was truth to his words, all Queens in his family were skilled painters, but it wasn’t a necessity.

You on the other hand were furious. This was a direct insult to your character. He was not only insulting your intelligence, but also your education. Implying that your parents were careless about your expertise in the royal education. Before you could think about your choice of words, they just came right out.

“Well, everyone said you were such a great warrior, then why is your arm scarred? Looks pretty ugly to me!”

James’ jaw dropped. He was expecting a lot of things, but not this. He stood up; his hands balled into fists, ready to leave the room, but you weren’t finished.

“I don’t know if I could marry someone like you. A king? No. A fool more like it.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

James was speechless. Sad even. He had never felt so exposed, ever. And here you were, picking apart his worst insecurity.

“Oh, and by the way,” you pointed to your chin “you have food in your beard.”

James touched his face, running his hand through his beard. This was it. He walked away, out of the dining hall and into the corridor. She had insulted him and humiliated him. He almost lost his arm for his country and she just about ridiculed him for it.

You sat at the table, now alone, a triumphant smile on your face, digging into the last bits of food on your plate, leaving the meat.

[ part two ]

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tellmealovestory · 4 years

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What The Hell

Summary: Dialogue prompt - Put the knife down

Notes: Also posted on my ao3. This was written for @sillyqt 1k followers challenge. Congrats again on all the followers!

Warnings: Swear words galore, back at it with the dumbass reader, mentions of smut, implied smut, did I mention the readers a dumbass?

There were a lot of things running through your mind that made sleep impossible.

The storm raging outside. Heavy, fat rain drops that slammed against your window, wind that howled and shook the ratty frames, the loud claps of thunder that had you jumping each time they rolled across the night sky, the lightning that lit up your small room for brief seconds of a time reminding you just how lonely it could be at night when Bucky was away on a mission.

There were always too many things that could go wrong on those extended missions that left you tossing and turning unable to catch a wink of sleep. While you understood it was his job it didn’t make dealing with the worries over him getting hurt any less easier to handle.

Rolling onto your back you whined at the mugginess that had settled in your room. The whirring of the small fan that sat in the corner only circulated more hot air doing little to cool you off.

Outside sirens from an ambulance wailed causing you to wince. As much as you loved this apartment the neighborhood wasn’t the greatest and each time you heard sirens when alone or the creaking of what you were convinced of was someone breaking into your apartment you broke out in hives of worries and what ifs.

Despite Bucky’s insistence that you move to a better apartment in a safer neighborhood your reluctance to leave the space you had called home since moving to the city had always won out. But laying in bed alone tonight you were beginning to rethink that position when you were convinced you heard your apartment door creaking open.

With a racing heart, shaking breaths and sheets tangled around your feet you sat up in bed tilting your head to the side trying to decipher if the creaking of a door opening was real or if you were imagining it.

Break-ins weren’t unheard of in the building, but so far you had been lucky enough to never experience one.

Floorboards creaked under heavy boots.

Shit, shit, shit.

Your phone was sitting on the kitchen counter next to the half empty boxes of Chinese food you had ordered earlier which meant if someone was breaking in you couldn’t even call 9-1-1 for help.

Bringing your knees to your chest your eyes quickly scanned your darkened room looking for anything to arm yourself with.

Another heavy step, another creaking floorboard.

You understood why Bucky wanted you to move somewhere safer now.

Think, think, think your mind screamed. With no phone to call for help, no baseball bat to smack whoever was inside your apartment you were fucked. You were about to die. You were about to die a horrible, slow death because you were the idiot in every horror movie who couldn’t manage to keep their phone with them. You were about to die wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of underwear. You were about to die in a dingy apartment littered with take out containers during the middle of a thunderstorm. Fuck.

Swinging your legs over your bed you winced at the groaning of your worn out mattress. Freezing you sucked in a deep breath only exhaling when your bedroom door didn’t fling open to reveal a seven foot man wearing a hockey mask and holding a giant machete.

Fuck you really needed to stop watching horror movies if you survived this.

Opening your bedside drawer slowly you rummaged around looking for anything you could use as a weapon, but so far all your fingers had run over was a condom, a vibrator with dead batteries that you were supposed to have changed earlier in the day and something sharp that sliced your finger.

Hissing you pulled your hand out of the drawer as you brought your finger up to your face struggling to inspect it in the darkness of your room. You didn’t dare turn a light on and alert your intruder you were in here. The metallic taste of blood filtered through your nostrils and you wrinkled your nose in distaste.

Something sharp. Fuck, you really were that idiot in the horror movie who gets killed first for being a dumb bitch. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t thought of this sooner! If you survived this night you were going to spend the rest of the year on your knees giving Bucky Barnes the best blowjobs of his fucking life.

Carefully you dipped your hand back into the drawer. Grasping the handle of the knife he had thrown in there after a particularly kinky night of sex you sighed in relief. It may not have been a phone to call for help, but it was better than nothing.

On shaky legs you stood up only to freeze when you saw yellow light flooding beneath your door.

Any hopes of the creaking floorboard, of the heavy boots being a product of your overactive imagination flew out the window. Your heart plummeted to your stomach, your hand grew sweaty the handle of the knife nearly slipping out of you grasp. And when the deafening sound of thunder echoed through your room you nearly pissed yourself from fear.

You were really about to die tonight. A million things flashed through your mind. Regrets, unfulfilled promises, moments you would never get to experience, places you would never get to see. Tears filled your eyes, but no matter how much you told yourself to pull it together you couldn’t. You had never imagined dying in your dingy apartment alone.

Taking a shaky step towards your bedroom door you tried to formulate a plan in your mind, but all you could think about was Bucky. The last time you had kissed him, the last time you had held his hand, the last time you had laid curled up in his arms sated after a passionate night together.

But mostly you thought about the last thing you had said to him. It hadn’t been I love you like it usually was. No be careful. No be safe. No come back to me in one piece. No. The last thing you had said to him was he had better plan on spending the next week buried between your thighs putting that long tongue to good use after he been called away on a mission in the middle of swirling his tongue over your swollen clit.

Closing your eyes you whimpered at the memory. You had spent the day in bed going at it like rabbits. With your legs thrown over his shoulders, sweat dripping down every crevice of your body, his large hands holding your thighs open to him he had lavished your clit with the attention of a man on a mission and fuck had he ever been on a mission.

Writhing beneath his body your knuckles had been turning white with how tight you had been gripping your bedsheets. Right on the edge of what you were convinced would have been a mind blowing orgasm his phone had gone off and though you had begged him to ignore it, fucking cried that you were so close, so goddamn close and to please, please, please just let you cum the fucker had pulled away with a kiss to your dripping center telling you he couldn’t ignore it and that he’d make it up to when he came back.

It was the last time you had seen him, last time you had talked to him and now you were about to die thinking about the goddamn orgasm you had missed out on. What the hell was wrong with you?

Reaching your bedroom door you hesitantly grasped the doorknob frowning when your sweat soaked hand slipped right off it. Sucking in a deep breath, praying to whoever would listen you twisted the doorknob, wincing as the door squeaked on its hinges. So much for trying to sneak out of here unseen.

Your body moved on its own as your feet shakily carried you out of your bedroom and into the short hallway. A quick glance into the living room appeared to show nothing missing. Swinging your gaze to the kitchen you noticed your takeout boxes had been moved from the counter. What kind of sick fucker broke into someone’s apartment and ate their food? Granted, the food was definitely not edible after having been sitting out on the hot counter for hours, but still. You really were dealing with a monster. With the kitchen, your bedroom, and the living room cleared that only left the bathroom and the spare bedroom.

The thought of walking in on some freaky Goldilocks killer taking a bath or taking a nap had you shuddering. Tilting your head to the side you closed your eyes listening to the rain, the thunder, the wind, but you didn’t hear any running water and while it didn’t rule out them being in the bathroom you weren’t about to go and check to be positive.

Taking slow, careful steps forward you padded across the living room and to the kitchen in search of your phone. You had left it next to the takeout boxes, but much like the boxes your phone was gone now too.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Two options.

You could stay and fight which despite Bucky trying to teach you how had been pretty much a disaster. Sure, you knew the basics, how to kick a guy in the balls, punch him the face, stab him in the eye, but that wasn’t going to do you much good if they got to you first.

The other option was running. Running out of your apartment, into the streets, anywhere but here. But your lack of clothing, the storm, the cut on your finger that had blood dripping down onto your leg was anybody going to take you seriously? And it wasn’t like you knew any of your neighbors who could help you.

Stay or go.

Gasping at the low creaking of a door opening you crouched down on the kitchen floor holding the knife out in front of you. The apartment door was only a few feet to the right of you, but you were doubtful you could make it when footsteps echoed closer through your small apartment. The heavy steps matched the frantic beating of your heart. Sobs threatened to spill from your quivering lips. Slapping your free hand over your mouth your only hope was that whoever was in your apartment creeping closer couldn’t hear your muffled sobs.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins and in a split second decision of stupidity or bravery you jumped up. Scrambling across the kitchen floor in your bare feet you came face to face with your intruder.

Raising the knife your hand shook, your breath came out in heavy pants, your eyes were wide, your heart thundered and when lightning lit up your kitchen you let out a blood curdling scream as you lifted the knife and sliced through the air in a blind attempt to strike your attacker.

Like a scene straight out of a bad eighties horror movie where once again you were playing the dumb victim doomed to die your aim was off. Embarrassingly so, yet that didn’t stop you from trying again as you took a step forward slashing through the air screaming. If you couldn’t stab him maybe your screams would scare him off or at the very least alert your useless neighbors that you needed assistant.

“Y/N!”

He knew your name. Oh god. The killer in your apartment knew your name.

Screaming at the top of your lungs you clutched the knife. Turning on your heels to run you yelped when a thick hand wrapped around your wrist holding you to the spot.

“Y/N!”

Blindly kicking at his shins, thrashing in his arms, you screamed, wildly waving the knife around in the air.

“Put the knife down!”

Out of breath with tears running down your face and scared shitless you watched helplessly as he grabbed the knife tossing it across the kitchen with such ease it was enough for you to stop your thrashing and your screaming.

As your eyes began to focus and a flash of lightning lit up your kitchen and the intruders face your jaw dropped in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” You yelled.

Slamming your free hand against his chest repeatedly the adrenaline that had been pumping through your veins only moments before dissipated to surprise followed by anger.

"Shh it’s just me you gotta calm down, Y/N I didn’t mean to scare you, but you gotta calm down."

Ignoring his words you tried to yank your wrist free from his grasp, but he only tightened his hold. It was probably a good thing because you were about two seconds away from passing out. “You broke into my apartment!”

“I live here.”

Huffing you had no rebuttal to that, but that didn’t stop you from blurting out the first thing that came to mind no matter how ridiculous it sounded.

“Why were you stomping around like some serial killer? Huh Mr. I live here too and think it’s cool to give my girlfriend a heart attack!”

“I wasn’t stomping around,” he snapped, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “What are you doin’ waving my knife around like a maniac? You could've hurt yourself!”

“You left it in my bedside drawer! I didn’t have a choice I thought you were a murderer and my only options of defense was this or a dead vibrator!”

Breathing heavily you glared at him in the darkness amazed at the fact that no one had bothered to check on you after the screaming match that had occurred. Then again it wasn’t like your neighbors knew you.

"What are you doing here? The mission a-and you always get me up when you come hone why didn’t you wake me?"

Loosening his grip on your wrist he pulled you close his hand going to the back of your head as he quietly shushed you. It was unusual for him to be taking care of you after a mission usually it was the other way around with you bandaging him up, asking him if he was okay, giving him space whatever the mood called for depending on how bad the mission had gone.

Though you were wrapped in his arms in what should have made you feel safe and secure your body shook like a leaf, ugly sobs wracking your frame over the what ifs that could have happened. Snot and tears stained his shirt by the time you finally pulled away.

"I could have hurt you, Bucky! What if i had stabbed you? You could have died!"

Lightning illuminated the room again lighting his face up and though it may have been your eyes playing a cruel trick on you you swore you saw a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Doll, the way you were waving that knife around the only person you were gonna hurt was you."

Yanking free from his grasp you crossed your arms over your chest.

"I’m glad you find this funny James!" You hissed, anger and fear lacing your words.

Storming into the bathroom you flipped the light on flinching at not only the brightness but the reflection in the mirror. Wide, crazy eyes stared back at you. Your hair was a matted mess with sweat, your face burning hot with tears and snot drying on your nose. You looked like shit, but found it difficult to care about that when you almost fucking died tonight. The strap of your tank top slid down your arm as you forcefully turned the hot water on. Reaching for a washcloth you ran it under the water ignoring the stare of Bucky as he stood in the doorframe.

"I’m sorry," he started, stepping into the small room before taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub. Yanking his shirt over his head he tossed it in the hamper staring at your reflection in the mirror. "I knew it was late and it was selfish, but I needed to see you I figured you’d be sleepin’ so I was gonna crash in the spare room till morning. I really didn’t mean to scare you, doll.”

"Yeah, well you did," you mumbled like a petulant child. Turning to face him you frowned inspecting the various cuts and bruises that littered his face and chest. Gently lifting the washcloth to his face you wiped away the dried flecks of blood that dotted the corner of his mouth. Had you been in a better mood you would have made a joke about him being a vampire.

"I’m sorry", he tried again. Resting his large hands on your hips he pulled you closer so you were standing in between his thick thighs as he laid his head on your stomach.

Carding your fingers through his hair you closed your eyes. Your heart was still thundering beneath your chest and you were still convinced you were two seconds away from passing out, but as you stood between his legs listening to the rain and the wind pound against the windows for the first tine tonight you breathed an easy sigh.

"You don’t know how scared i was," you mumbled, choking on a sob. "And you know the worst part? I couldn’t stop thinking about how i didn’t even say i love you before you left. I could have died tonight and my last words weren’t even I love you." Choking on a strangled cry you collapsed against his bruised and battered chest the events of the past hour taking their toll on you as your knees gave out.

Holding tight to you he ran his hands down your back, against the back of your head all the while cooing that he had you and you were safe and he would never let any harm come to you no matter what.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that sobbing and eternally grateful in his arms that you were okay, that he was safe, that you were both going to be okay.

Kissing the top of your head, your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It was sweet and loving, the kind of kiss that was meant as an apology for a myriad of mistakes made by the both of you, the kind of kiss that sent your heart fluttering, your knees to shake, your stomach to fill with butterflies, the kind of kiss that if it could talk would whisper nothing but I love you, I love you, I love you.

But it wasn’t enough for you. Sliding your hands to his chest you gripped his hair yanking his head back as you kissed him hungrily. It was a desperate kiss, a sloppy kiss, a needy kiss, but he got the hint, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as he roughly shoved his tongue into your mouth. Groaning he tore his lips away from yours only to kiss his way down your neck. "Never meant to scare you," he mumbled. "But maybe we should start those self defense classes back up."

Nodding your head at his kisses, at his apologies you never wanted him to stop, but his words had you frowning.

"I had it under control."

But you didn’t. Had he been an actual killer like you had originally thought you would have been dead in a minute.

Chuckling he stroked your hip. "I love you, but you didn’t have anything under control."

"Yeah, well," you sputtered. "Had you woken me up none of this would have happened!"

"I know," he sighed, regret tinging his words.

Staring down at his cloudy blue eyes, his tanned chest full of well defined muscles, those glorious thighs you quirked your lips up. "You could always make it up to me," you started, your voice sultry as your fingers stroked the back of his neck.

Catching on quickly he quirked his eyebrow up.

"You did promise to spend the next week between my thighs... what do you say we make it two weeks and I’ll think about forgiving you?"

"You'll think about it? Honey, you'll forgive me after the first orgasm," he promised.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Squealing as he stood up and dragged you to your room you quickly forgot about the horror, the worries, the anxiety you had been through as a different kind of adrenaline filled your veins when he pushed you down onto your bed ready to make you scream for an entirely different set of reasons.

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nekoannie-chan · 4 years

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Focus

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader

Word count: 1068 words.

Summary: Some situations lead Y/N and Brock to feel jealous.

Warnings: Jealous, kind of nudity, mentions of smut, nothing explicit.

A/N: This is my entry to the @locke-writes ‘s Noah’s B-day Writing Challenge with the dialogue prompt #6:

”You’re an idiot. I love you but you’re an idiot”.

Also is my entry to the @sillyqt ‘s Sillyqt’s 1K Writing Challenge with the dialogue prompt #4:

“What are you doing? Put your shirt back on, I can’t focus”.

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Rollins stopped you as soon as he saw you get up to interrupt the operation, you couldn't stand what you saw, yes, you knew it was a mission, but you were also aware of the other agent's feelings for your boyfriend. You felt the rage increase inside you, just trusting the agent was impossible for you. You turned to see your partner, the fury was noticeable in your eyes.

"It's just a mission," Jack whispered.

"I know," you grumpy bluff.

"It's not the first time we've had a mission like this...”

"Anyway," you interrupted him, then you walked away, and turned around.

“Y/N! Where are you going?”

Although he had not been the kind of mission that left them exhausted, the way back was silent; even though the mission had been successful, a very heavy atmosphere was perceived on the Quinjet.

"Babe, do you want us to go to a restaurant for dinner?” Brock asked you.

"Go on your own," you grumbled.

"What the...?”

You left him talking to himself. Similarly, you didn't speak home, even though Jack had told him what had happened, so the next morning you were surprised with breakfast in bed.

"Come on, Y/N, you know I love you, that agent is just a co-worker," Brock said.

"Aha... what would you do if I behaved like that to Jack?” You attacked.

Brock was blown away and then winced in disgust.

"Come on, that's unthinkable, you don't have bad taste," Brock said.

He came over and started kissing your neck.

"Stop or we'll be late for work," you said between your teeth as you moved your shoulder to try to keep it away.

"Not until you forgive me, I know how to do it...”

The mobile phone tones began to sound, such it seemed that there was an emergency meeting; you struggled a little because he didn't want to let you take it.

"Okay, okay, I forgive you; it looks like we can't be late," you said by checking the message.

You arrived five minutes before the board began, where they informed you that Captain America was founded frozen. You weren't paying too much attention, it wasn't something you were interested in, and you started drawing on the sheet in front of you believe that no one would notice.

"So, do you agree Agent Y/L/N?” Fury questioned.

"Eh? Yeah, of course, there's no problem," you replied, you didn't even know what they said before.

Brock looked at you incredulously, did you just agree to take over the Captain during his adaptation process?

"Are you serious? Why did you accept? Is it some kind of revenge or something? You want to take care of Rogers?” Brock asked you.

"What?! Did I?”

"Yes, you, you took that mission at the meeting.”

"No, I don't... “

That's exactly what Fury had asked you, and because you were distracted you had accepted. You squeezed the bridge of your nose with your fingers; you couldn't believe the nonsense you'd just done.

“... Oh damn!”

You tried to get Fury to put someone else in charge, however, he refused, even though you had the wrong idea about Steve.

"Tell me about yourself," Steve asked.

"Well, you know my name, since I was a child I wanted to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., I live with my boyfriend...”

“Do you have a boyfriend? Steve interrupted you.

"Is Brock, the Commander of the STRIKE team, I'll take you to the team tomorrow.

"Oh”

As the days went by for obvious reasons you started spending more time with Steve, Brock was beginning to feel jealous, how about you fall in love with Rogers?

"Why do you spend so much time with him?” Brock asked you one day.

"Because he doesn't understand anything, he's a fool, he puts in a bad mood .”

After the first mission, you were written the report in the office that you and Brock shared. Although you had already clarified, he could not help feeling jealous, even the night before the mission you fought for the same reason.

Brock walked into the office and smiled at seeing you there, he knew how he could please you, and he didn't even care if you were discovered, took off his shirt and started pretending he was accommodating some things.

"If you want, you can go ahead and go home," you said when you heard the door close.

Not hearing any answers you took your eyes off the computer and you were stunned when you saw it, you tried to stay calm and ignore it, he noticed and then he started to get closer and closer while still "accommodating" things on the shelves. You were trying not to pay attention to him, but it seemed impossible.

“What are you doing? Put your shirt back on, I can’t focus”.

"I'm not doing anything, apart from here it's very hot," Brock replied.

You noticed that I stand out "hot" on purpose, you knew what he meant and you weren't going to fall into his trap.

"Then open the door.”

"No.”

"This is because you're jealous of Steve?”

You got up from your place, took her shirt, you came up and threw it in his face.

"We're going to be in trouble if someone sees us this way, put it on!” You ordered.

He pulled your arm to get close to him and you hugged, then he started kissing your neck.

"I don't care if we get caught, I don't like us fighting... “

"You're the one who started," you murmured barely audible.

"You know I love you.”

”You’re an idiot. I love you but you’re an idiot”.

"I'm an idiot because of you, that's the effect you have on me.”

You started kissing as you passed your hand through his chest until someone knocked on the door, you immediately split up and Brock put on his shirt, you opened the door.

"Hey, Jack, what's up?”

"What were you doing?”

"The mission report.”

Rollins looked at them somewhat incredulously.

"Anyway, we have a meeting, Fury wants us in five minutes in the living room," Jack announced.

"Thank you, we'll be there.”

Once Jack left, you and Brock saw each other and started laughing.

"So, are we cool?”

"Of course I would, I would never cheat on you.”

"Neither do me.”

"But in the house, we will continue where we left," you 'threatened' him with a severe voice while winking.

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Pareja: Brock Rumlow X Lectora.

Palabras: 1267 palabras.

Sinopsis: Una serie de situaciones llevan a T/N y Brock a sentir celos.

Advertencias: Celos, un poco de desnudez, menciones de Smut, nada explícito.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Noah’s B-day Writing Challenge con el dialogo #6:

”Eres un idiota. Te amo, pero eres un idiota”.

También para Sillyqt’s 1K Writing Challenge con la frase #4:

“¿Qué haces? Ponte la playera, no puedo concentrarme”.

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

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

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Tag: @sinceimetyou

Rollins te detuvo en cuanto vio que te levantabas para ir a interrumpir la operación, no podías soportar lo que veías, si, sabías que era una misión, pero también estabas enterada de los sentimientos de la otra agente por tu novio. Sentías como la rabia aumentaba dentro de ti, simplemente confiar en la agente te era imposible. Volteaste a ver a tu compañero, la furia se notaba en tus ojos.

—Es sólo una misión —susurró Jack.

—Ya lo sé —farfullaste malhumorada.

—No es la primera vez que tenemos una misión así…

—Como sea —lo interrumpiste, te zafaste y diste la media vuelta.

— ¡T/N! ¿A dónde vas?

Aunque no había sido del tipo de misiones que los deja agotados, el camino de regreso fue en silencio; a pesar de que la misión había sido exitosa, se percibía un ambiente muy pesado en la nave.

—Cariño, ¿quieres que vayamos a cenar a un restaurante? —te preguntó Brock.

—Vete tú solo —refunfuñaste.

—Pero, ¿qué…?

Lo dejaste hablando solo. De igual manera no le dirigiste la palabra de regreso a casa, aunque Jack le había contado lo que había pasado, así que a la mañana siguiente te sorprendió con el desayuno en la cama.

—Vamos T/N, sabes que te amo a ti, esa agente no es más que una compañera de trabajo —comentó Brock.

—Ajá… ¿qué harías tú si me portara así con Jack? —atacaste.

Brock se quedó boquiabierto y luego hizo una mueca de disgusto.

—Por favor, eso es impensable, tú no tienes mal gusto —afirmó Brock.

Se acercó y comenzó a besar tu nuca.

—Detente o llegaremos tarde al trabajo —dijiste entre dientes mientras movías tu hombro para tratar de alejarlo.

—No hasta que me perdones, sé cómo lograrlo…

El tono de los celulares comenzó a sonar, tal parecía que había una junta de emergencia; forcejeaste un poco porque él no quería dejarte tomarlo.

—Está bien, está bien te perdono; parece que no podemos llegar tarde —dijiste revisando el mensaje.

Llegaron cinco minutos antes de que la junta comenzara, ahí les informaron que habían encontrado al Capitán América congelado. No estabas poniendo mucha atención, no era algo que realmente te interesara, comenzaste a hacer dibujitos en la hoja que tenías enfrente creyendo que nadie lo notaría.

—Entonces, ¿está de acuerdo agente T/A? —cuestionó Fury.

—Eh…si claro, no hay problema —respondiste, ni siquiera sabías que era lo que habían dicho antes.

Brock te miró incrédulo, ¿acaso acababas de aceptar hacerte cargo del Capitán durante su proceso de adaptación?

— ¿Es en serio? ¿Por qué aceptaste? ¿Acaso es una especie de venganza o algo por el estilo? ¿En serio quieres hacerte cargo de Rogers? —te preguntó Brock

— ¡¿Qué?! ¿Yo?

—Sí, tú, aceptaste ese trabajo en la junta.

—No, yo no…

Eso era exactamente lo que Fury te había preguntado, y por estar distraída habías aceptado. Apretaste con tus dedos el puente de tu nariz; no podías creer la tontería que acababas de hacer.

—… ¡Oh diablos!

Intentaste que Fury pusiera a otra persona a cargo, sin embargo éste se negó, aunque realmente tenías una idea errónea sobre Steve.

—Cuéntame sobre ti —pidió Steve.

—Bueno mi nombre ya lo conoces, desde niña quise ser una agente de S.H.I.E.L.D., vivo con mi novio…

— ¿Tienes novio? —te interrumpió Steve.

—Si es Brock, el Comandante del equipo STRIKE, mañana te llevaré a conocer al equipo.

—Oh

Conforme fueron pasando los días por obvias razones comenzaste a pasar más tiempo con Steve, Brock comenzaba a sentirse celoso, ¿qué tal si te enamorabas de Rogers?

— ¿Por qué pasas tanto tiempo con él? —Brock te preguntó un día.

—Porque no entiende nada, es un tonto, me pone de malas.

Después de la primera misión estabas haciendo el informe en la oficina que Brock y tú compartían. Aunque ya habían aclarado, él no podía evitar sentirse celoso, incluso la noche anterior a la misión tuvieron una pelea por la misma razón.

Brock entro a la oficina y sonrió al verte ahí, sabía cómo podía contentarte, ni siquiera le importaba si los descubrían, se quitó la playera y comenzó a fingir que estaba acomodando algunas cosas.

—Si quieres puedes adelantarte e irte a la casa —dijiste cuando escuchaste la puerta cerrarse.

Al no escuchar alguna respuesta quitaste la vista de la computadora y te quedaste atónita cuando lo viste, trataste de mantener la calma e ignorarlo, él se dio cuenta y entonces comenzó a acercarse cada vez más sin dejar de “acomodar” cosas en las estanterías. Intentabas no prestarle atención, pero parecía imposible.

— ¿Qué haces? Ponte la playera, no puedo concentrarme.

—No estoy haciendo nada, aparte aquí hace mucho calor —respondió Brock.

Notaste que resalto “calor” a propósito, sabías a lo que se refería y obviamente no ibas a caer en su trampa.

—Entonces abre la puerta.

—No.

— ¿Todo esto es porque estás celoso de Steve?

Te levantaste de tu lugar, tomaste su playera, te acercaste y se la aventaste a la cara.

—Vamos a estar en problemas si alguien nos ve de esta manera, ¡póntela! —ordenaste.

Jaló de tu brazo para acercarte a él y abrazaste, luego comenzó a besar tu cuello.

—No me importa si nos descubren, no me gusta que estemos peleados…

—Tú fuiste quien empezó —murmuraste apenas audible.

—Sabes que te amo.

—Eres un idiota. Te amo, pero eres un idiota.

—Soy un idiota por ti, ese es el efecto que produces en mí.

Comenzaron a besarse mientras pasabas tu mano por su pecho hasta que alguien tocó la puerta, de inmediato se separaron y Brock se puso la playera, tú abriste la puerta.

—Hola Jack, ¿qué pasa?

— ¿Qué hacían?

—El informe de la misión.

Rollins los miró un tanto incrédulo.

—Como sea, tenemos una junta, Fury nos quiere en cinco minutos en la sala —anunció Jack.

—Gracias ahí estaremos.

Una vez que Jack se fue, Brock y tú se vieron el uno al otro y comenzaron a reír.

—Entonces, ¿estamos bien?

—Claro que sí, nunca te cambiaría por nadie.

—Ni yo a ti.

—Pero en la casa vamos a continuar donde nos quedamos —“amenazaste” con voz severa al mismo tiempo que guiñabas un ojo.

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