Call Sign: Renaissance // 07

Call Sign: Renaissance // 07

07. Redemption

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader (platonic)

Chapter Summary: Dealing with the loss of Sam, you and Steve fight to take down those responsible.

Word Count: 2,444

Warnings: angst, violence, mentions of war, blood

A/N: I cannot apologize enough for keeping you waiting. Inspiration finally came and I could not be prouder of the result. I hope you enjoy!

If you happen to be a Latinx reader of mine, feel free to correct any language mistakes I may have made! In a rush to get this out, I didn’t have my friends proof the Spanish!

The last words you spoke to him are echoing in Steve’s ears as he considers his next.

Take care of my best friend.

Of course, Sam is one of his best friends, too. After coming out of the ice into a new millennium, Steve was fairly certain he would never relate to anyone or anything ever again. Then he met Sam.

Right from the start, there was this unspoken understanding. Two separate lives lived decades apart, but so very familiar. From a common bond, a friendship grew - a friendship that Steve knew he didn’t deserve. 

Sam was willing to risk it all for me and this is where it brought him.

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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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tapestry 👑 XXII

Warnings: dark elements (non/dubcon, oral)

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 faces the king.

Note: In general on the shorter side of the chapter scale but not the shortest one I’ve posted. I hope you all enjoy it regardless. Hope I have some time tomorrow to work on the next part but we’ll see. <3

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply! Love ya!

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You could see the capital. Lord Barnes had kept the pace pressing. He claimed so that the king had less time to seethe. You suspected it was as much to have his task over with. That’s what you were; a goal. An order given to him by his master.

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If you're in the mood for a Geralt fic, can ya please write an angsty smutty one where Geralt has a hugeass fight with the reader and they have make up sex???? Its completely okay if you're not taking requests (CUZ I CANT FIND ANY GERALT FIC AND IM SAD)

Anything for you my love

Aight

So I’m thinking you were mad at Geralt because here you were, falling for him undoubtedly

And yet, each time you confessed your feelings to him, he told you that it was all in your head

Or that he wasn’t someone one should love. Or that he cannot be the one for you because of his reputation

Yet, he would visit you a lot.

He’d fuck you like he owned you…for hours.

But then, he’d never stay till the morning.

Each morning you’d wake up in an empty in your family home, an empty space beside you.

You’d wake up to find that he’s long gone for the day; fighting monster and what not.

You’d long and whine for him all day, trying to get a grip on your emotions and trying to convince yourself that no, maybe it’s not love but something else

Yet each night when he’d come back and sneak into your room; he would remind you that you indeed loved him.

And each time, your heart would break a little, knowing that the man you loved was never going to love you back.

Ever

So you tried to get over him.

Once, after a heated fight, he left for a couple of days; and no one knew where he went or when he was going to come back

You two had fought over the nature of your relationship. And in the heat of the moment, he had very angrily told you that you were nothing but a means to let out his stress and frustration

Needless to say, you were heartbroken

And you tried to get over him while he was gone

Tried

You’d actually replied to other men when they talked to you

You’d say yes to dining with whichever Knights came to ask your father for permission to court you

Yet none ever compared to the white-haired Witcher you loved so much.

None of their kisses were as electrifying as Geralt’s.

But in order to save yourself the heartache, you had to get over him. And you acted like you had

Until…

The day Geralt came back.

And he didn’t know he hated seeing another man touching you until he found you roaming around with one of the Knights from the neighboring kingdom.

You were hand in hand, and Geralt watched from afar as the blond man caressed your face and stole a few kisses.

What hurt Geralt the most was that you kissed the man back

Geralt didn’t know his heart could beat so fast, he didn’t know jealousy could course through his veins with such intensity.

He didn’t know, until now, that he felt so strongly towards you.

But as of now, he was jealous and angry more than anything.

And he decided to wait until night time. For in the dark of the night no one would see him sneak into your room.

He waited, his anger taking over and burning brighter and brighter with each minute he spent watching you smiling and laughing in the arms of the knight.

Then came night time

And as planned, he sneaked into your room

And he caught you while you were changing behind the room divider

You froze when you heard heavy footsteps.

But before you could peak from behind the room divider, Geralt was in front of you; grabbing your wrists harshly and pinning them above your head

His large frame pressed your naked body against the wall behind you

And for the first time, you saw something other than just tiredness and lust in his eyes

It was the green flames of jealousy, and guilt almost, but whatever it was, it was intense in his golden eyes

“Geralt, what the fuck are you doing?”

He chuckled as he watched you struggling to free yourself from his strong grip and failing miserably

“You’ve never questioned me before. What’s changed now?” he asked, leaning in closer.

His voice was deep and low

He sounded dangerous, and angry.

“You left! You left me here. I’m just another easy fuck to you, aren’t I? Well go on then, take what you want and go!” you raised your voice at him, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Don’t you talk to me in that tone! I saw you earlier today, walking around with… Whoever the fuck that was”

He looked you dead in the eyes while one of his hands slipped in between your legs; caressing your folds.

“Did he touch you?” he asked, leaning in so his lips hovered over your skin right beneath your ear, “Did he touch you like I do?”

You opened your mouth to sass at him but you ended up moaning instead.

He smirked and slipped his fingers past your entrance with ease; massaging and stroking your walls gently

He chuckled when he watched how you reacted to his touch.

His pride amplified because he knew now that no matter what, you’d always be his. And no one could ever touch you like he did.

The movement of his hand quickened, as your moans got higher and higher in pitch.

And he had you coming undone all over his hand in no time

Leaving you breathless while he dragged you to your bed.

The same bed he had fucked you in so many times now

But this time was different, because this time he wanted to prove a point.

He wanted to show you that you belonged to him.

Only him

He didn’t waste time to push himself into you

His thick cock stretching you out while he claimed you to be his

Entirely his

He placed his large hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he pounded into you until his cum was oozing out of you

“You’re mine”

He repeated over and over again as he made you come around his cock again and again

He was relentless

He fucked you on the bed

Against the wall

Had you bend over your dresser while he rammed his cock in and out of you until you came violently; gushing out all over him shamelessly

He carried your almost limp body back to bed, where he spread your legs apart and pushed his face into your sensitive core

His tongue flicked and circled around your swollen clit until you cried out and begged him to let you cum

But he wouldn’t

He’d tease you, and bring you to the edge several times but wouldn’t grant you the permission to cum

He could go on till the sunrise, but he decided to finally give you a break after he saw that you couldn’t take it anymore

And he finally let you come all over his tongue

He’d proceed to lap up whatever you have him and he’d lick you clean

He’d kiss his way up your body and hold your trembling frame close to his naked body.

“I’m sorry, for everything I said. I’m sorry for leaving you”

His words were the last things you heard before you drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms

Surprisingly, you woke up in his arms the next morning.

He had stayed till the morning. For the first time.

I don’t know why I’m so dumb and read angsty fics when they make me nauseous, but congratulations you had me gagging.👏

😭😈😭😈 okay so i have never done this so if i do it wrong i am sorry. Could you do Dialogue prompt #3? With Bucky? Where he insults the reader a lot and he isn't very fond of her being on the Team. And looks for any excuse to berate her ... Pretty please :))

Warnings: degrading, insults, language, Bucky is a piece of work.

Bucky Barnes despised you and you were lucky enough to grind his nerves without even doing anything to get on the wrong side of him to begin with. He's hated you from the moment you stepped through the guarded doors downstairs and wonders if the team was crazy having someone like you on it.

"You're a fucking walking disaster!" He spat at you one day, walking past you for no reason when you were sat on the bench in the gym taking a swig of your water after running for 5 miles on the treadmill.

You did your best to avoid the asshole. He hated you so it made it easier to hate him too.

Missions with Bucky was the worst thing you could ever imagine. You and Bucky were in Russia to infiltrate a Hydra base and a guard shot at you, luckily for your quick instincts and training you had successfully shot the guard dead, no thanks to your partner. "Thanks for the backup, Buck!" You growled. "Oh shit. I'm sorry doll. Watch out there's a guard shooting at you!" He mocked pointing to the already dead soldier on the ground. "Please Y/N I'm not your fucking babysitter, watch your own goddamn back." He stormed off continuing the mission regardless if you were behind him or not. Sometimes you wished a giant wormhole would suck his annoying ass up. That would really make your day.

The insults and mockery never faltered when you arrived home from that russian mission. Bucky used everything he could against you, even stooping as low as using your abandoned family as a way to hurt you, and it did but you never told him yet because he would love that. His insults were said when it was just you two around, because you had often wanted to talk to Steve about Bucky's behaviour, but you had no proof. He was like two different people, alone with you he was really cruel but in front of the team he ignored you.

You were sitting alone on the corner couch eating some candy bars in the common room watching reruns of friends in the background when the man of your nightmares strolled in. He snatched the candy bar from your hand and threw it in the trash. "I was fucking eating that you dumb fuck!" You seethed. "well tough shit, you're already a fat ass you don't need that shit encouraging you." His words stung. But he was too far gone to care about your feelings and you knew he wanted you off the team and was doing everything he could think of to get you off it.

It was a new day and you had decided not to let Bucky get to you, easier said than done. You had to attend a meeting in the debriefing room and your luck wasn't on your side today as you were seated right opposite Bucky. His eyes boring into you.

The meeting was a waste of time, this mission you wasn't needed because they needed a woman who could seduce men and Natasha was first pick for that.

"no offence Y/N but you're not Nat." Steve smiled apologetically.

With your arms crossed unamused, "I have never been so insulted!" You quipped back with a scoff.

Bucky laughed shaking his head, "you don't listen much do you? Good choice though Steve I mean she's definitely nothing like Nat. Natalia is gorgeous and talented and this... This thing just belongs in the trash."

That was the last straw, his abuse was taking its toll on you and you stood up abruptly walking out of the meeting without a word, leaving your files behind and going back to your room. Maybe you should just give him what he wants, he wants you gone right? Well gone you are.

A knock on your door stilled your pacing and you muttered a come in, and you could have keeled over when Bucky walked in looking sorry.

"I'm sor-"

"I quit." You cut him off. He looks surprised and raises his eyebrows.

"that's what you want right? That's why you degrade me, insult me all the time and went a step further and degraded me in front of my friends and my colleagues. I quit."

"Y/N plea-"

"get out of my room Bucky."

"Look please just lis-"

"GET OUT!!!" your chest heaved up and down and so much adrenaline running through your body, you slumped down on the floor in front of your bed with your knees hugging your chest, for the first time wondering what the hell you were going to do with your life.

“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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