burlesque avengers

Feather Fans And Garter Belts {Part 9}

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Burlesque Dancer Reader

Warning: N/A for this chapter

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: You like Steve Rogers because he’s sweet and kind and doesn’t look at you like a piece of meat. Steve likes you because you treat him like anyone else, make him feel confident, and look at him like he’s just as tall as all the other guys.

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It’s Burlesque- Part 6

Hey guys! Final part is here!:( I hope you enjoyed this fanfic as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thanks for reading, requests are open! ily

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Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: Cursing, mention of smut, angst, feels

Erik grabs your chin and his thumb strokes your bottom lip. You shiver at his touch and try to use your new powers, but it’s impossible. “I hope you are ready to comply, Agent.”

“Never.” You look at Erik dead in the eye and he laughs at you.

“Oh, honey, so innocent, so sweet. You know, this is one of the reasons why I love you. A part from being an amazing agent, you have this magic attitude, you think you can beat everything and everyone. Well, I’m sorry to be the one bringing it up to you, but you can’t always win. You know what they say, cut off one head, two more shall take its place.” Erik approaches his mouth to your ear with a smirk on his smug face. “Hail Hydra”

Your jaw clench while you look around the room. There are no windows and the room is illuminated by the lights coming off of the multiple machines around you. It looks like a laboratory, but much creepy. You try to let go of the chair you are completely pinned down to, but it’s impossible. Erik made sure that you weren’t going to escape this time. Groaning, you close your eyes trying to calm yourself down. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Don’t call me that.” Still with your eyes closed, the words come out through your clenched teeth.

“Don’t worry, sooner the only name we will call you is Agent 16.” Erik pushes down a button and the machines start to make a low sound. He forces a piece of rubber into your mouth. “If I were you, I would keep this in there.”

Erik’s big grin never leaves his face. A little machine behind you hovers dangerously over your head. Two metal pieces cover part of your face and head and before you can protest, you feel a sharp pain travel down your body. Your muscles tense and you scream, gripping hard at the piece of rubber stuffed in your mouth. Your eyes are closed and your mind is blank. All the memories from your childhood and teenage years disappear. You try to focus on something and immediately you think of Bucky. You try to remember all your times together, but your mind is unable to do the work. You let out a scream knowing what Erik is doing to you, he is whipping your memory. The tears start rolling down your cheeks, and your mind goes back to the tower, to The Avengers and to your Bucky. The images slowly disappear, your memory going away. Flashbacks of your days in the Russian government come up and your tears stop.

The sharp pain stops and you breath heavily, trying to compound yourself. You look at your surroundings not having any idea of where you are or how did you get here. There is a man standing in front of you, his big brown eyes looking intensely at yours. “Agent 16?” You know that’s you, and, although you don’t know who he is, you know your duty is to obey him.

“Ready to comply.”

BUCKY’S POV

It’s been one day. 24 hours since you disappeared and Bucky is about to go crazy. He has been in the meeting room with everyone else for hours trying to find where did that bastard Erik take you. Still, they have found nothing. “How is this possible!! They can not have magically disappeared! There has to be a fucking way to find her.”

“Buck calm down, we will find her and get to her in time, okay?” Steve grabs his best friend’s shoulder trying to comfort him.

“I have something!” Tony sounds excited as he shows all the clues to the team. “You see this red dot? I’m pretty sure that’s where (Y/N) is. It’s worth a try.”

“Suit up, guys.” Steve looks at his team with decision. They are going to find and save you.

When they finally arrive to the location, Bucky feels the nerves traveling down his body. He has a terrible feeling and he is just imagining the worst. While preparing the guns and knives, Bucky let’s out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

“Don’t worry, Bucky. We will save her.” Wanda looks at him with a smile and Bucky catches a glint of worry in her eyes, but he forgets about it.

Steve and Bucky go side by side while entering the building. They take down all the guards and go further into the hallways of the base.

“Okay, that was easy.” Sam’s voice can be heard through the earpieces.

“Yeah, that was way too easy. There were just a few guards on the outside.” Nat seems worried while she speaks. “Steve, Bucky, go find (Y/N) and let’s get the hell out of here. I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

They both start to run, but a sound stops them. Bucky puts an arm in front of Steve to make him stop. He motions Steve to shut up and to listen. A buzz and footsteps can be heard and before they can react, a figure turns the corner and appears in front of them. Bucky’s eyes grow wide at the sight. “(Y/N)…”

It comes out as a whisper. You look so different to him. A purple and black suit is hugging your body perfectly, your lips are red like blood and your eyelashes seem much longer. Your hair is in a beautifully done french braid and your eyes are no longer looking at Bucky like he is your whole world, you look at him coldly. Before they can say anything, you move your hands quickly shooting electric rays at them. Their bodies hit the wall behind them. You approach them dangerously, and Bucky looks at you.

“Doll, what did they do to you?” Bucky’s voice is filled with worry and he gets up slowly.

He looks at your big eyes, seeing the doubt in them. Bucky immediately understands that you are questioning the nickname he just called you and he looks down, knowing what Hydra did to you. He looks up and miraculously dodges the punch you throw at him. Bucky kicks the back of your knees making you fall. He puts himself above you, sitting on your lap and pinning your wrists to the ground beneath you. “C’mon, (Y/N). Fight it! You know me, I’m Bucky, I’m your Bucky. Please, (Y/N).” His eyes lock with yours.

“I don’t know who you are.” His heart breaks at your words and you use that to electrocute him and get him out of the way.

Steve gets up slowly and tries to fight you. “(Y/N)! It’s us! Please, come back.”

“Shut up.” Bucky bits his lip while you spit out the words. He can’t believe this is actually happening.

Suddenly, all the Avengers appear right beside him. Wanda helps Bucky up. “Steve told us through the earpieces.” Tony looks at the sight of you fighting with Cap and sighs worriedly.

(Y/N)’S POV

You turn to the team furiously. They keep telling you some random girl name saying that you should fight back something. You look weirdly at them, the only thing you know for sure is that you have a mission and that mission is to kill them. You use your powers against them, only to find out there is some other chick with similar powers. You try to take her down, but it becomes a difficult task. You are so focus on the girl that you don’t realize someone is behind you and before you can react, they got you tied up.

They take you to the front of the building struggling with all your movement and tie you to a chair in a big jet. “Can you stop moving, please? It will make things much easier, (Y/N).” A man with a red and gold iron suit smiles to you and you can tell he is weird out by you.

“Stop calling me (Y/N). I don’t know who’s name is that, certainly not mine.”

“What’s your name, then?” A red-head girl crosses her arms in her chest while looking at you waiting for an answer.

You hesitate. What is your name? You realize you can’t come up with a good answer, so you say the only thing you are sure about. “Agent 16.”

A man with long dark hair sighs and kneels in front of you, putting his hands on your thighs. You furrow your brows at his movement and you can see he is hurt by your reaction. His icy blue eyes meet yours, and a weird feeling enfolds you. It’s odd, but when you look at those eyes it feels like home, it makes you feel safe. “Doll, I know you are somewhere in there, please come back.” His beautiful eyes are now full of guilt and pain and you can’t help but feeling bad, knowing you are the one behind his suffering.

“I’m really sorry… I don’t know you.” The man closes his eyes and you can see a single tear rolling down his cheek.

You gulp and look at the rest of the team. They all have a painful look on their faces while they look at the sight of you and the boy. Before you can speak again, a loud sound is heard. It all happens so fast, suddenly, you are in the ground, the jet completely destroyed. You get up fast, no longer being tied up, and look around. You see everyone on the floor, they are not dead, but they certainly got hurt. A helicopter comes out of the woods and plants itself above you. You see the man from before throw a rope at you and you grab it, the helicopter carrying you to another base.

You are sitting in the middle of a room. A lot of machines surround you, but this time you are not tied up. Two mans enter the room while looking at you. “Hello Agent 16, my name is Ubel. My partner here is Erik, I believe you already met.” He gives you a cold smile. “You weren’t able to complete the mission we gave you. Here in Hydra we believe in the discipline. Without it, there is no way to succeed. So, you understand that you will have to be punished, Agent.”

“This is what we will normally do.” The other man, Erik, speaks. “But, you are a very special woman.” He approaches you and grabs your hands. You want to snap them away from him, but it’s not a wise choice and you know it. “So, we are going to give you another opportunity. You need to go to the Avengers’ tower and kill them, Agent. Last chance to do your job right.” He squeezes your hands and leaves your side.

You enter the coffee shop right in front of the Avengers’ tower. You go to one of the tables with the coffee you just asked and sit. 5:48pm. Erik told you that at six everyone should be there. You wait patiently, but something catches your attention. The music can barely be heard, but it sounds in your ears perfectly. You grip the wood table, you know this song. Your eyes shot open, flashbacks of your past coming thru. You remember a club, a lot of lights and people clapping. The song bangs in your head and you see yourself with your hair up, a cap and a uniform that makes you look like some kind of soldier. The image drastically changes and you see yourself whispering the song lyrics to a man that you can not see his face. And then the song ends and you see a big pair of icy blue eyes staring at you. Those eyes that made you feel like at home a few days ago. Big bright letters appear, spelling something. “THE BURLESQUE”. You close your eyes and breath heavily, the memories ending with the song.

You get up and leave the coffee shop. You remove the earpiece and slam it on the floor. You break the bracelet you are wearing, knowing that’s what Hydra uses to know where you are. You ask some random dude in the street if he knows where The Burlesque is and he gives you the directions you need. Running as fast as your legs allow you to, you go to the club trying to put the pieces of your past back together. You crush against some people, but you don’t stop. You need to know about The Burlesque and, mostly, you need to know about the blue eyed man.

When you arrive, it’s 6:01pm and the club is closed. You go around it and open the back door with a kick. Luckily for you, there is no one here. You open the lights and see a labyrinth of hallways in front of you. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you let your instincts guide you. The walls are white and there are some closed red doors. You arrive at the end of one of the hallways, a red door with a black heart in the middle of it. There is an inscription on it.

“Chastity… (Y/N).” You read it while your fingers touch the gold letters.

You open the door to reveal a big dressing room. There’s a mirror and a dressing table. You also see a closet full of different, colorful, extravagant costumes. You approach the mirror and open the lights that frame it. You see some drawers and open one of them to see a bunch of pictures. Picking them up, you recognize yourself in them. In one of the pictures, you appear in a stage dressed in one of the weird costumes and with a big smile on your face. In another one you see yourself grinning with a women next to you, the same woman that you saw in your flashbacks. You turn the picture around to see something written. “Jess…” It comes out as a whisper.

The name sounds extremely familiar to you and you try to think who she is. You can’t think of an answer so you leave everything where you find it and leave the room. Going down the hallway, you end up inside one of the curtains, in front of you the big stage. You walk to the side to put a song in the CD player. You don’t care what song it is, you just feel the need to do it. The melody echoes through the room and you found yourself dancing to it. It’s like you don’t need to think about the movements, it just comes out magically. When the song ends, you breath heavily still trying to think of what just happened. You hear someone slowly clapping and you look to the front, seeing a woman sitting on one of the tables.

“Jess…” You look at her, realizing she is the woman in the picture.

“Hi, (Y/N). How did you get in?”

“The backdoor. I’m sorry, I was just leaving.” You sit on the edge of the stage ready to leave.

“Why did you come back here? I thought your days dancing in The Burlesque were over?” Jess smiles at you sweetly.

“I just- I wanted to remember my past.” You know you can’t tell Jess about the mess you are in, so you try to play it cool.

“You know, yesterday we had auditions. We are trying to look for someone to replace you, but it seems impossible.” She laughs while shaking her head. “You should probably go to your dressing room and pick up your things, I don’t think you want to lose them.” Jess starts to walk away but she stops and turns back to you. “The other day, one of the girls found in one of the hallways that pic you used to have in the dressing room. Here, I’m sure you have been looking for it.”

You look at the photo. There is a woman with beautiful, curly, long dark hair and green eyes. She is smiling and she is holding a little girl, probably she is around eight years old. You close your eyes, trying to remember who this is, but you can’t do it. You turn around the pic to discover there is something written. Mom. You smile and then you look at Jess.

“It’s almost like I can’t remember her.” You smile sadly.

“Of course you do. She was a good woman.”

“You knew her?” Your eyes are wide open, wondering how did Jess know your mother.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” She looks at you while putting a hand on your knee. You smile at her.

“Jess, I’m fine. I just- I need you to tell me about my mother. Everything that comes up to you.” She looks weirdly at you, furrowing her brows and not knowing what’s wrong with you. “Please, Jess. You have to trust me on this one.” She sighs and agrees.

“Fine… Your mother, her name was Susan. I know her because we went to the same high school. We used to be best friends. She got married with a guy named Sergey. He was Russian. They started dating when she was just 16. Sergey was a few years older. They got married and she moved all the way to Russia to be with him. She used to send me letters explaining how bad the weather always was.” Jess laughs for a second and you smile at her. “Her relationship with Sergey started going worst and worst, she wanted to came back to America, but she found out she was pregnant, with you. She decided to stay, Susan believed that maybe having a child would bring them together again. When you were born, it seemed like they were fine again, but with time the relationship grew cold again. They didn’t even sleep in the same bed anymore, Sergey was always at work and Susan always believed he was cheating on her. They got divorced and Susan won your custody, so she came back to the States when you were eight. But then, your mother became ill. She was diagnosed with cancer. I started to take care of you, she was always in the hospital. She died two years later, when you were ten. Then, Sergey appeared and claimed your custody, he was your closest familiar so of course he took you back to Russia. I tried to stop it, but the law is the law. I didn’t know anything about you during years, and then one day, a beautiful, young lady appeared here in the club claiming she was Susan’s daughter and that she wanted a job. That was three years ago. God, when I looked at you I thought it was impossible, you looked like a little girl. Little did I know you were a grown up woman, you were 23 years old.”
Jess chuckles while remembering that day and you look down at the picture.

“This is the only picture I have with my mother?”

“I think so, it’s the one you always carry around. Your mother wanted the best for you, she would kill me if she knew I let you be a part of this.” She points the club with her arms and laughs a little. “She used to say that she didn’t want you to make the same mistakes she made. She said you were going to study and have a career, she was always talking about how special her little kitty was.”

Your eyes close and you grab the end of the stage with your hands. That word, that single word… Kitty. The word that helps you bring back your childhood. You start to remember, the images being every time more clear. You see your mother smiling at you and then a man right next to her, Sergey, your dad. You see her in a hospital bed, her face pale and Jess is by your side, your mom smiles at you. “Be brave, baby. I love you, you will do great things one day, I just know it, my little Kitty.” The memory ends and you see yourself with your father, in Russia. You are training. The memories of you inside the Russian government hit you, and the horrible things that you did while being a spy haunt you again. Jess’ story becomes more and more real with every memory that you are able to put together. Finally, it all ends with you asking Jess to give you a job in The Burlesque and then, another address of an old building.

“(Y/N)! Hey! Are you alright?!” Jess grabs your shoulders, a concerned look washing her face.

“Yeah, yeah just- I need to go, Jess. I’m about to discover something, something big. Thank you for everything, I love you.” You jump from your spot and hug her, she hugs you back and then you leave.

You walk going to the address you saw during your flashbacks. You end up in a small flat, probably it was yours. It’s empty and full of dust, but you still walk through it, trying to get more of your memory back. “I see our machine didn’t work well with you.” You turn back scared by the sudden voice to see Erik smiling at you.

“I’m sorry, I just- I needed to know. I didn’t do it on purpose, it just came to me.”

“I know.” He has a sympathetic look on his face that you have never seen before.

“Are you going to punish me?”

“I’m not.” He gets closer to you and grabs your hand. He laces your fingers together. His hand is cold and harsh. “Although I should, Agent.”

“That’s not my name.” You take a deep breath and look him in the eyes. “My name is (Y/N).”

“Okay, (Y/N).” He smiles at you sweetly. “You know, I never wanted to hurt you, but you refused to cooperate.”

“Then you should have left me alone. There are a thousand other agents much better than me out there that would be more than happy to join you.” Your words are hard, but his eyes have a soft look that makes you feel safe around him.

“I couldn’t leave you alone. I always thought you were such an incredible woman, (Y/N). I have had my eyes on you for a really long time, and I always wondered…” His face was really close to yours and his voice was low, almost a whisper. “I wondered how would holding hands with you would feel like, how your laugh would sound, how your lips would taste…” Before you can speak, Erik closes the space between the two of you.

His kiss is slow, but you feel nothing. His hands go to your lower back, making your bodies touch. You put your hands in his hair, trying to feel something, but nothing happens. You break the kiss, gasping for air. “I’m sorry I just, I can’t do this Erik. Not right now.” He closes his eyes and kisses your forehead.

“It’s okay.” He lets go of you and you walk around the place.

“Are you here to take me back?”

“Yes.” You look at him scared.

“Please, don’t.” You approach him and cup his face making him look at you. “I can’t forget about my past again, I don’t want to go through the process of losing my memory again.” You can see the worry in his eyes. “I don’t know why I’m a threat to you or your people, but I swear to God I’m not, I won’t be at least! Please, Erik, let me go.”

“You always captivated me, that’s the reason you are a threat. I am not able to put a bullet in your head. I tried to enjoy watching you go through the suffering and the pain, but I couldn’t. You are too beautiful, too pure.” You watch his big eyes scan your face and he covers your hands with his. “There is a way of you not going back to the torture.” Your eyes light up at Erik’s words. “But you need to leave behind all this, all your life. The Avengers, Bucky… Everything. You need to leave New York and move to another place, but you can’t tell anyone. Not Jess, not Sergeant Barnes, not the Avengers.”

Something in you tingles at Erik’s words. “Wait, how did you call him?”

“Huh? Sergeant Barnes?” You grab his face harder and he grabs your wrist to put your hands away.

Memories of you and Bucky start to come back, every single thing that happened during this months coming at you. The first time you met, when he and Steve discovered about your past, when you joined the team, the sex with Bucky, the party, Nina, the fight with Steve, you and Bucky being mad at each other, you meeting Erik, when you went to Bucky’s room while being drunk, and the talk after that night. All the missions, all the moments, all the kisses come back at you. Erik being an asshole comes back at you, and you snap away from his grip. “You did this! This is all your fault, you fucking asshole!”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry! I was an asshole, I know, but I can make it up to you.”

“How am I supposed to trust you after all?”

“I can’t give you a good reason, you just have to. Look, everything I told you that night at the bar, that’s how I wished my life would have turned out to be. Tonight, I’m going to whip my memory and scape, start a new life far away from here. I can help you right now, so if you trust me, let me make it up to you, because tomorrow I won’t remember anything of this.” You look at him not knowing what to do. “If you trust me, there’s a big chance that Hydra will stop looking for you, if you decide to go to the Avengers tower, then Hydra will not just come after you, but after every Avenger. It’s your choice, (Y/N).”

“What’s your plan?”

“You leave, you go far away from here. To the south, California will be fine. You need to lost contact with everyone, and no one can know where you are or even that you are leaving. I will say that you started to remember, and that you killed yourself. Take this phone, Hydra is not controlling this. Book a plane to California and go away, start a new life.” You look at him doubting if these is really a good idea.

You end up booking the plane ticket, it’s not like you have much more options right now. Erik goes to the door of your apartment, before leaving he looks back at you. “Have a nice life, (Y/N).” He smiles and leaves fast.

You look through the window, you need to take a cab in about 20 minutes. You are tempted to go and see Bucky. The tears fill your eyes while thinking that the last time he saw you, you didn’t even recognize him. You rub your eyes, he knows you love him. A knot in your throat makes difficult for you to swallow and you can’t avoid the tears falling. If that night in the club you hadn’t accepted the offer Ubel proposed you, nothing of this would have happened. You would be in these apartment right now getting ready to go to the club. No Hydra, no Avengers, no Bucky. Just yourself. You sigh, even though you hate yourself for it, there’s a part of you that doesn’t regret at all the decision you made. You will always remember Bucky, after all he was your first love, the first man that really get to know the real you. A small smile creeps on your face and you brush your messy hair with your own fingers. You’re leaving all this behind, you are about to start a new chapter of your life and you know you are not ready. In your back pocket, there’s the pic of you and your mom. You grab it.

“I know I probably disappointed you. I’m really sorry. I miss you and I love you mom.” You kiss the photo and put it back on your pocket.

Before leaving, you look at your reflection in the mirror, you try to smile as if nothing was wrong. You grab the money Erik gave you and close the door of the apartment.

You look at the city lights fading away in the distance. You sigh while the flight attendants explain the security instructions. “It’s always sad to leave.” The old woman next to you smiles at you.

“It’s more sad when you know you are not coming back.” She laughs slightly at your words.

“Oh, sweetie, you’ll find your way back. Maybe in fifty years or in three months but we always find our way back home.” You smile sweetly at her.

“I wish I find my way back really soon.”

“Don’t say that, it’s exciting to travel to other places. As an old woman, I tell you, don’t get stuck in one place. The world has a lot of surprises to offer.”

“I hope there’s a nice surprise waiting for me in California.”

“I hope that too.” You smile at her and put your headphones on.

The lights of the plane are closed and you fall asleep to the melody of a Queen song.

You step out of the airport and enter a cab.

“Where are we heading today?”

“Los Angeles.” You smile at the driver and he starts driving.

You close your eyes and sigh. You try and stop the thoughts about Bucky and New York. That no longer is your life. You take a deep breath and open your eyes.

California, be ready.

Make My Heart Dance (Requested)

Pairing: Pre Serum Steve x reader

Request: Could you write something about pre serum Steve dating a burlesque dancer? She’s quite seductive but very sweet and they meet at one of her shows that Bucky insists on taking him to <3 thank you!

Warnings: None

Words: 979

A/N: I did some research for this mostly watching the music video for But It’s Better If You Do and watching Moulin Rouge (Though it didn’t really help, I didn’t know what to think at first but I liked it.)

(Also after the line break it’s supposed to be a large time gap, like a few weeks or a month)

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Burlesque

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut.

A/N: The people and the venue listed here are completely real. Gifs not mine.

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“So, you’re out there… strutting your stuff to the public?” Steve asked, failing to sound tough while turning his Dorito shaped back to you “Mostly men, right?”

“Women go to…” You replied with a smile “You do know that Burlesque is not the same as striptease right?” you giggled, catching your bottom lip in your teeth “Yes, I do end up almost naked, and yes, people may have a look at my so called private parts, but wearing tights, pasties, a pair of heels and a teeny tiny thong is my kind of thing” you shrugged carelessly “as much as avenging in that blessed and holy suit of yours is your thing”

The always righteous Steve Rogers still had some doubts and concerns when it came to the funny costumes of the people in the XXI century; he understood that women wanted to go out and work because they felt like doing it to be independent, he understood and even supported women who didn’t want to have children for the sake of their own stability, but there was one thing that had remained the same for over 70 years buried in the depths of the frozen sea: he could not understand nor accept the fact that women wanted to go out there and show their bodies to a group of hungry men for a bunch of bucks when they could be doing something else and way more useful than that.

“Dancing naked is not the same as avenging” Steve rolled his bright blue eyes, knowing that fighting you or trying to convince you to leave your performing life was a losing game and a never ending battle.

“You forgot a word, and it’s almost” you pointed out and walked to him to wrap your arms around his torso and lean your head on his back “I know you don’t like this baby, but this is my life… and it has been that way before we even met”

“I know” the super soldier sighed tiredly, placing his hands over yours and caressing them with his thumbs “and I’m sorry for acting like an ass, but try to get in my shoes for just a moment…”

“Any 90 year old man would be glad to have a young dancer as a girlfriend” you smiled widely.

“Sure, but I sure as hell don’t belong to that group of people… Besides, isn’t it weird?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you furrowed your brows in a puzzled expression; Steve was free from your embrace as he paced through the living room to the kitchen to find himself something to drink.

“You said women went to see those… shows too, right?”

“Yup” you hopped on the counter that divided both rooms and wiggled your legs “Will some sex make up for the show I’m not missing tonight?” your voice was a mix of innocence and naughtiness and Steve couldn’t help but to fall for it, leaving his beer back on the fridge, he fidgeted himself in between your legs and devoured your lips impatiently, as if he had never kissed you before “I’m taking this as a yes” you murmured in the short pauses you two gave one another to get a better angle.

“Yes, and I’m not missing a thing from that show” he growled against your neck, you felt how his smirk grew bigger “if a bunch of pervs will be watching my baby undress in front of them, then I might as well enjoy the show too”

“I’ve been wanting to hear that for so long… Captain” the name triggered the animal instinct in him, and two seconds later, you were tangling in each other’s body over the bed.

After the very needed sex session with the always lovely Steve Rogers, you got up and headed straight to the bathroom next to your bedroom to wash yourself before going to The Slipper Room, the venue in New York City where you would perform later that night. You heard the door being opened and along with the soldier’s heavy steps, your phone’s ringtone was blowing up. You were all soapy and wet, unable to answer it yourself.

“Put it on speaker, please” you said, massaging the shampoo on your head.

Hello, (Y/N)?”

“Veronica!” a high pitched squeal “You’re back in the States baby?”

Sure as hell I am! I just got back and Raquel called in a few minutes ago and told me you guys were doing a show without me? How’s that? Wait, are you with someone else because I can totally hear you’re on speaker and water’s running

“Yeah, kinda” you giggled “Steve’s holding my phone while I’m getting a shower, say hi babies”

Steve, hi! You coming to the show tonight?

“I don’t know” the blonde soldier sighed tiredly “Seeing how (Y/N) shakes her stuff in front of people is not my favorite thing to do, but I might go there and order a drink”

“He’ll be there, Veronica” you rolled your eyes from the shower “and he’ll bring the Avengers too”

I like the sound of that! I’ll see you then lovebirds! Love you!

“We love you too babe, see you!” you said wrapping the towel around your body “Ok Steve, are you really going?”

After a futile conversation, Steve was voluntarily driving you and he had even called his teammates to meet up in The Slipper Room. New York City’s bohemian lifestyle was palpable in every corner, and you and your dancing friends Veronica Varlow and Raquel Reed, were only a small part of it. Your performance was the last one, it was your turn to close “The magic trio’s night of charm” and listening to old MTV Unplugged shows, you came across a really sensual Argentinian masterpiece that would go perfectly with that night’s special flavor.

You were not exactly nervous, but you were a shaking mess. You knew things were going to be alright, your boyfriend was with you and even if he was with his friends, they weren’t nerve wrecking. Thanking god for the strength and sticking power of your make up and pasties, you got on stage to do your thing.

The audience was almost black, but there was a loud group of people that cheered on you the minute you started unzipping your Jessica Rabbit dress, revealing nothing but a pair of red heart shaped pasties and a pair of purple sequin panties. You decided to give Steve a break and wear something more… “covering” than just a thong.

The soft electric guitar in the background was hypnotizing, and the lights and smoke made you feel even hotter. You opened your eyes and smiled widely at the audience, but directed your vision to the loudest table and saw Steve with his arms tightly folded over his chest. His eyes met yours for just a second before he looked away, completely flustered; his lips couldn’t be more together if they wanted to.

You said goodbye to the crowd blowing a kiss to all of them and swaying your hips as the curtains closed calling it quits for the night of charm and earning a round of applause from everyone in The Slipper Room.

After opening a bottle of champagne to celebrate the success of the night, the mightiest heroes on Earth came by to the changing room to say hi. No matter how mad or flustered Steve was, he could not lose his gentleman manners and get you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He handed the beautiful arrangement after softly kissing your lips.

“Did you guys enjoy the show?” you asked, tying the robe on your waist.

“Much indeed!” Thor exclaimed before going to salute Veronica and Raquel.

“What about you Steve, did you enjoy the show?” you asked teasingly

“It was good” the blonde soldier said shortly, blushing again.

“Come on Steve!” Natasha complained “(Y/N) you have to teach me how to move like that” the red head walked to you and gave you a warm hug “You were great” she whispered to your ear “Steve’s just playing it cool”

“I know” you nodded.

Steve had offered himself to drive back home and you gladly accepted, the champagne may have not gotten to your head, but you didn’t feel like driving that night. His body was so tense that you could see the veins on his hands.       You sighed tiredly and rested your head on the window next to you. It was not worth fighting.

After arriving to your place, he suddenly changed his attitude to you and grabbed and hoisted you on his shoulder and walked to the bedroom; all of this without muttering a single word. You were caught by surprise that you couldn’t even protest to anything. He gently placed you back on the hard wooden floor and trapped your body between his and the door.

“Steve?” you mumbled nervously “baby?”

“Of course I liked the fucking show, (Y/N)” he growled, keeping his lips just centimeters away from yours “how could I not like it? You were there, showing almost everything you had… even my pants got tighter, can you feel it?” Steve pressed his pelvis against yours and you realized that what he just said was true; you nodded frantically and tried to give yourself some more friction with his hardening bulge “I’m not gonna stop you from going there because we both know how much you love to do this, but you’re gonna have to convince me to change my mind about you going there to show some fucking pervs your little body”

Oh, captain… My captain” you threw your head back when he focused his energies on attacking the sweet spot of your neck.

Feather Fans And Garter Belts {Part 3}

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Burlesque Dancer Reader

Warning: N/A for this chapter

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: You like Steve Rogers because he’s sweet and kind and doesn’t look at you like a piece of meat. Steve likes you because you treat him like anyone else, make him feel confident, and look at him like he’s just as tall as all the other guys.

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It’s Burlesque- Part 2

Hey guys! Part 2 of It’s Burlesque is here! Hope you enjoy it! Sorry for any gramatical mistakes! Feel free to request anything! ily

Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: Smut, cursing, angst

It’s been three months since you decided to join the team and you got much better at fighting. It’s almost like the old times. Everyday you practice during the whole morning with Steve or Nat. Everyone in the team is really nice to you, especially Nat and Wanda. They are so funny and caring, always being with you. Steve is also very good to you. But Bucky is kind of an asshole. At first his teasing was a little bit funny, but now it’s just annoying. Nat explained to you that he wasn’t that much of an asshole, but that he didn’t like getting really close to people so he acted like it.

During this three months, you and the team have been tracking down Hydra. The information you found in the pen-drive wasn’t useful at all. Steve said that it was the bait to get to you. They wanted you to become one of their agents.

“Captain, new information about Hydra just arrived.” FRIDAY’s voice echoes through the building and you look at Steve. Both of you are in the kitchen finishing your breakfast. Natasha and Bucky arrive. “Steve we should go and check it.” Bucky talks while walking to the meeting room. “Nat, get Wanda and Vision and come to the meeting room. I am gonna get Tony and Sam.” You walk beside Bucky to the room. “What’s new, doll?” That stupid smirk is already plastered on his face. “Nothing, but what’s new with you, Bucky? Decided to finally stop being an asshole?” He laughs at you and continues walking to the room. Once you are all in, Tony shows the new information. “Apparently during this months Hydra agents have been recruiting agents from different parts of the world, that’s why they try to get to (Y/N). They want to have some kind of extremely skilled brain-washed army of agents. All of this people are mastered assassins. They are back in New York.” Tony talks while swapping pics of different new Hydra agents. “What are they doing here?” “Looking for you, (Y/N). They probably know you are with us, but they really want you. You are really good at your job, you are silent, fast, skilled. They want an agent like you. They are here for you.” You swallow at Tony’s words. You have an organization of assassins behind you. “I doubt they are planning on attacking the tower.” Nat looks at Steve. “No, they are going to wait until she is alone somewhere.” Wanda looks at you. “What if I go back to The Burlesque?” “Doll, now it’s not the time to be thinking about your hobbies.” You roll your eyes at Bucky. “I know, I’m not stupid. What I’m saying is that I can call Jess, tell her to let me come back just for one night and that will attract Hydra. If they want me, they can come and get me.” “That’s really dangerous, (Y/N). What if they get you?” “They won’t, Steve. I’ve been practicing with you and Nat for a long time. I can handle myself, I swear.” “I’m with her Cap, plus we can be outside, if something goes wrong we get in and help her.” Sam looks at you smiling and then at Steve. “Fine, we’ll be outside the club. Tony I want you to hack the cameras inside so we can have constant vision of the inside.” “Done.” “I need to call Jess.” “Miss (Y/N)” FRIDAY interrupts the reunion. “I already call Miss Jess.” “Hello?” Jess’ voice resounds across the building and you smile. “Hi, Jess! It’s me, (Y/N)!” “Oh my god! It’s been a while! How are you, sweetie?” “I’m fine, Jess. I miss you and the girls.” “We miss you too, baby.” Your smile grows wide. “So… I’m actually calling you because I need to ask you something.” “Okay, shoot.” “I know it’s going to sound really weird, but would you let me come back to the club for one night?” “You want to come back just for one night?” “Yeah, I know it sounds strange, but I really miss it. If it doesn’t matter to you, I will do it for free, Jess.” “Which day?” “Saturday.” “Okay, yeah, fine!” “Really?!” “Sure, you were the start of The Burlesque, I’m going to tell everybody about it! Our little Chastity is back!” You blush like mad when he pronounces your stage name. You can see the smirks on everybody’s face and you look down. “Okay, Jess. I’ll see you. Thank you so much.” “See you, honey!” Steve looks at everyone before speaking again. “Okay, this Saturday we are all going to The Burlesque.”

You are in the gym right in front of the big mirror. Yesterday you called Jess again to talk about the numbers you are going to do. Three numbers that you have to practice because everything needs to go perfect. Before you can start, Bucky enters the room and walks to your side. “Hey, just for you to know, Hydra is already aware of you coming back to The Burlesque. Be ready.” “I am.” Bucky starts walking back but he turns around again. “By the way… Chastity?” “Shut up, it’s just my stage name.” “I know, why did they give you that name? Were you a virgin?” Your cheeks become red and you look at him with wide eyes. “That’s none of your business!” “So you were a virgin?” “No, I wasn’t! They gave me that name because they say I looked to pure to be a cabaret dancer! Are you happy now?” “They were right, you look so pure, so innocent.” Bucky is closer to your face and you start to get nervous. “Well, I was one of the best out there. Still am.” “You sure?” You want to slap his beautiful face. “Sit down.” “What?” “I said, sit down. There.” You point the bench to Bucky and he follows your finger. When he is seated you go to the CD player and choose Give It To Me Right. You start moving your body to the sound of the familiar music. From the corner of your eye, you see Bucky watching every movement. His mouth is slightly open and his hands are gripping the bench. A devious smile appears on your face as you move closer to him. You swing your right leg above his head and sit on his lap. Your faces are almost touching. You can feel his breath going faster. You grab his shoulders and bend your back backward. You get up of him and turn around. You swing your hips knowing that his eyes are glued to your ass. You go behind him, your hands going all the way from his shoulders to his hips. The song ends with your hands still on him. Smirking, you whisper into his ear. “Now look me in the eye and tell me I’m too pure and innocent again.” You can see his adam’s apple bop at your words and his cheeks becoming red. You smile and remove your hands from his body. You go to the CD player and pause the song that just started. When you turn around, Bucky is no where to be seen. You laugh and go back to practicing your numbers.

Today it’s the day. You are in your old dressing room. Jess told you that she hasn’t touched anything or given it to anybody and you really appreciate it. The three dresses you’re supposed to wear are hanging on the closet. You smile at your reflection, everything is going perfect. Your body is tingling with emotion as you walk to the stage. The public starts to clap frantically and you smile sweetly moving your body to the song.
It’s nearly 12:30 and you are ready to start your last number. You are inside one of the curtains when you see a group of man at the back of the hall. They are wearing black suits and you recognize them easily. Before going to the stage, you put your wrist close to your mouth and you speak to the gold bracelet you’re wearing. “Guys they are here.” Before you have time to listen what they have to tell you, you run to the stage and start the show. When the song ends, you run to your dressing room. Steve is giving orders on what you’re supposed to do. “(Y/N) you don’t have much time, put on something, grab the guns and leave. It’s better if we take the fight outside.” “Okay” Entering your dressing room, you know you won’t have time to do everything. You start to hear some screams in Russian, so you decide to grab the guns and your black bomber jacket. You run out of your dressing room while kicking your high heels off of your feet. “Steve, I’m going to the back of the building, it’s gonna be less dangerous for everybody.” “Okay, Sam and Wanda are already there, the rest of us are coming.” You turn a corner only to find two men dressed in black. Before they can say anything you shoot them both, killing them. You run again and finally reach the back door. Sam and Wanda are there ready to fight with you. Steve, Nat, Bucky and Tony arrive just in time. “What about Vision?” You look at Steve. “He stayed home on this one, we thought there were just going to come four or five agents.” “Wait, there’s more?” “There are 24 agents here, (Y/N).” “22.” You look at Steve smiling. “I killed two on my way here.” You shrug your shoulders and the backdoor opens with a loud sound. A bunch of agents appear, one of them is the man that offered you the money. “What do we have here?” His Russian accent echoes in your ears. “My future agent. Grab her.” He grins and all the agents start moving towards you. A big fight starts. You keep shooting at everyone that approaches you, until you’re able to reach the man with the green eyes. “My little slut thinks she can kill me?” He laughs and your blood boils inside you. “I don’t think I can do it, I’m sure I can.” “Try.” You shoot him in the forehead and his body falls backwards. You stay still, surprised that this was so easy. Suddenly, you hear a loud grunt and your eyes grow wide as you see the body of the man you just shoot move again. He gets up and you see there’s no bullet on his forehead. Your mouth hangs open and before you can react he grabs you and throws your body. Your bare legs are full of little cuts and scratches. You touch your head, which hurts like hell, and you see your fingers full of blood. The man is approaching you with his gun on his hand. You try to get up without getting dizzy and grab your gun. You now realize that you are seeing three mans with green eyes. Blinking you try to get back to reality. You see the mans pointing a gun at you and suddenly one hand grabs your waist and pulls you away. The shot of the man’s gun sounds in your ears as you are pulled behind a dumpster. “Stay here.” Bucky looks at you with a serious face. You try to get up and help the team, but as soon as you move a little bit the dizziness hits you like a hammer. Moments later, all the guns stop and everything goes silent. Wanda appears next to you and she helps you getting up. “Wanda did we get them?” “Not exactly, we are going back to the Tower, we will tell Doctor Cho to check that wound on your head and then we will talk.”

The doctor puts a bandage on your head and gives you some pain killers that really help you. You go to the meeting room knowing everyone is there. Slowly you enter and sit next to Nat. “How are you, (Y/N)?” “Fine, better.” “Do you remember what happened?” Steve looks at you searching for answers. “I think my mind is playing tricks on me. I remember weird things.” “I don’t think your brain is playing tricks on you, (Y/N).” Bucky looks at you with a serious face and then you remember. “You pull me away! You pull me away and I almost got him!” “What?! Are you crazy?! He would have killed you!” Your eyes shot open at Bucky. “I don’t need you to protect me, Barnes! And I would have killed him if it weren’t for you!” “Are you fucking kidding me? I saved your life. You would be dead right now if I wouldn’t have pulled you away. None of us can kill that bastard.” “What?” You look at Steve. “(Y/N) I’m with Bucky on this one, you should thank him. He would have killed you.” You look at the rest of the team, they all nod in agreement with Steve and Bucky. “I got him, guys!” “Oh my goodness… Newsflash doll, that man was a mutant. He has the ability to heal extremely fast, making him kind of immortal.” Your brows are furrowed as you look at Bucky and then at Steve. Tony shows you pics of him. “His name is Ubel Nemov. His mother was from Germany and his father was Russian. His mother died when he was just three and he moved to Russia with his father at the age of six. He joined Hydra ten years ago, he has been experimenting with mutation all this years, when he got his formula he started his own mutation.” Tony looks at you. “So no, you didn’t have him.” You roll your eyes at him and look back at Steve. “We need to do something, he’s probably coming back to get you again.” When you leave the meeting room you go directly to your room, the exhaustion of the day falling over your shoulders. Before you can get to your bedroom, a hand grabs your forearm turning you back. “You still haven’t thanked me.” Bucky looks at you smirking. “Why would I?” “Oh come on, I saved you.” “I could have handle myself.” “You are so stubborn, doll.” “You just realize that now?” “By the way, I didn’t like you teasing me on the gym the other day.” “I didn’t tease you, it’s not my problem you can’t control that.” You point at his member smirking. “I will have to get my revenge.” “Bucky I don’t have time for your games.” “You sure about that, doll?” His metal hand grabs your waist and his right hand travels to your chin, tilting your head slightly, leaving part of your neck exposed to him. You can feel his breath below your jawline and your skin shivers. He licks your throat and you let out a moan. You want to punch yourself on the face. You hate the way he gets to you so fast, how he makes your whole body feel like it’s on fire. He leaves light kisses all the way from your throat to your ear. He slightly bits your earlobe and mumbles something to your ear. “It’s a really good moment to say thank you.” You can hear the smirk on his face, but you can’t control your actions. You are lost in the moment and without wanting it you let the words roll off your tongue. “Thank you.” It comes out as a whisper, but he clearly hears it. He removes his hands from your body and you open your eyes, wandering why he doesn’t continue his actions. He is smirking at you and you then realize that this was just a trick to get the words out of you. And it worked. You are so angry you could shot him right now. He taps your nose with his index finger. “You’re welcome, doll.” “You are a fucking asshole, you know that? I hate you so much.” You go inside your room and slam the door shut.

The next day, you go to the gym and everyone is there except for Vision and Tony. “Okay guys, let’s start! Wanda, you’re practicing with me. Nat you go with Sam and (Y/N) you pair up with Bucky.” “No freaking way.” Steve looks at you surprised and he sighs. “Look (Y/N), we are a team. We need to have a good relationship, because this is just a casual training, but maybe tomorrow we are in front of real dangers. We need to have our backs, and we can not afford not talking to each other. So you’re gonna pair up with Bucky and that’s it.” “Fine.” You go in front of him, his smirk already showing on his face. “What’s the matter doll, you scared of me?” “Shut up.” You throw a punch at him but he blocks it with his metal arm and he grins. You quickly hit the back of his knee with your leg making him fall out. You are the one who’s smirking now. He grabs your hand and makes you fall next to him. He rolls over sitting on your lap and placing your hands above your head. You blush and he laughs. “Already blushing, doll?” You lift your knee and hit him, making him fall beside you. You put your legs on his sides and sit on his lap. You try and hold his hands next to his head.

Steve says that the training is over but you and Bucky just keep going at it. “Guys, c’mon, you can stop now.” Steve looks at the both of you still fighting. “Just one moment, pal. She’s about to give up.” “Not even in your wildest dreams, Barnes.” You can see Steve out of the corner of your eye move his head while laughing and then he leaves. The gym is empty except for the two of you. Bucky approaches you and you aren’t able to react before he throws you over his shoulder like that morning when you just met. “What are you doing, Barnes?” “I’m giving up. You are as stubborn as a mule. I’m not planning on fighting you the whole day.” “I win!” You can feel how Bucky is probably rolling his eyes at you and you realize he is carrying you into the locker room. He puts you to the floor and you look at each others eyes. Before you can open your mouth his lips crash to yours desperately. It’s a hungry kiss. He grips your ass and you jump wrapping your legs around his waist. Your hands travel to his hair while his mouth attacks your neck hungrily. You moan and he walks to the nearest wall. Accidentally, you press the button of the shower with your back. You feel the cold water running down your bodies. You kiss Bucky with passion, before separating your lips from his trying to catch your breath. “Bucky someone could enter.” “Doll, everyone have their own bathroom in their rooms, do you really think someone uses this?” “Good point.” You let go of him and take off your sports bra, leaving your chest completely exposed. His mouth travels to your breasts, licking and sucking on your nipples. You let out moans of pleasure while Bucky caresses your body. You unwrap your legs from his waist and take off the rest of your clothes. Bucky copies your actions and you can finally see what is hidden behind his pants. Your eyes grow wide at his big erected member. You feel his eyes go over your body. “God, you’re beautiful.” He grabs your ass and once again you wrap your legs around his waist. He positions himself at your entrance and helps you go down on him. You grip his shoulders until you are more comfortable and you start moving. You moan loudly and Bucky’s breath is faster than you’ve ever heard. “Fuck, Bucky!” Your head falls backwards and he kisses your neck. His hand goes from your ass to where your bodies meet, his thumb being in contact with your clit and moving in circular motions. You start to feel the familiar sensation in your stomach. “Bucky I’m- I’m about to cum.” You can barely form sentences and you moan desperately. “Cum for me baby girl.” He keeps moving his thumb and you finally reach your end, screaming his name. “Fuck, James!” You scratch his back, your words sending him over the edge while he grunts loudly. He grabs your ass again and rest his head in your shoulder. You are both breathing heavily and the water keeps cascading through your bodies. He gets off of you and puts you on the floor carefully. His hands travel to your waist and he rest his forehead with yours. “Do you still hate me, doll?” “I don’t think I can after this…” He laughs and kisses your lips softly. “I’ll be right back.” Bucky leaves you standing in the shower and he comes back with two white towels. He puts it around your body and he put the other one around his waist. You both exit the gym and he walks you to his room. “Bucky I need to go to my room to shower.” “My room has a really nice shower that you can use.” A boyish smile is showing on his face and you laugh at his words. “I like the idea.” You close the door of his room and let your white towel fall to the floor.

You wake up, your legs feeling sore at what happened yesterday. You smile at the thought of Bucky and you together.
You walk into the kitchen with your pajamas still on. The only one there is Bucky. You say hello to him happily, but he seems mad. “Something wrong?” You sit next to him and he looks at you. “What does yesterday make us?” You are surprised he is asking you this. “What do you mean?” “I mean, what are we? Are we supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend? Because I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He’s quiet while saying this and you can feel the deception coming at you. You thought about having a relationship with him. Maybe it’s too soon? Maybe he is right and it’s not a good idea… Maybe you should stick with just having sex. You want to be mad at him, but you know you can’t. He has done nothing to you. “I think it’s a better idea to be friends with benefits, (Y/N).” You want to reject, you don’t want to be his fuck toy, but at the same time you know you can’t resist him. “Fine. Friends with benefits.”