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Striptease

Summary: Sent on a mission with Bucky, you’re a stripper, and he’s your client. What will come of this?

Warnings: Language, mentions of nudity.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by gliceria

Undercover missions with Bucky usually go over without a hitch, but those missions don’t usually involve being a fake stripper, and Bucky being your newest ‘client’. It also doesn’t help that I want this man to fuck my brains out.

So, you could say I’m a little nervous.

“Alright, (Y/N) and Bucky, you get the gist of the mission right?” Bucky nods at his best friend, Steve.

“Yeah punk. Get in, find the sex slaves, free them, and capture the sex trade bosses.” Bucky leans back in his chair.

“And make sure (Y/N) doesn’t get captured or worse.” Steve almost has to remind him that I’m going with him.

“Yeah, I know. I won’t let anything happen to her.” I know I probably didn’t need to blush, I just can’t help it. He seems to notice it, and throws a wink at me.

I look down towards my hands in my lap, like they’re the most interesting things I’ve ever seen. I hear a soft smack, then a grunt and it peaks my curiosity enough to make me look up. Bucky is rubbing the back of his head, and Steve is giving him that ‘disappointed dad’ look. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. They both look back up to me, a soft smile on both their lips.

Steve comes over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Be careful out there, (Y/N).” What did we ever do to deserve Steven Grant Rogers?

“I will, Steve don’t worry about me. Besides, I got Buckaroo over here to keep me safe, right Buck?” He rolls his eyes, he hates the new nickname I’ve given him.

“Not if you keep calling me that.” I laugh again, standing out of my chair.

“I’m going to go finish packing, I’ll meet you at the quinjet in 1 hour Bucky.” He just nods.

-

In my bedroom, 30 minutes later, and still don’t have any idea what I should wear. Nat took me out lingerie shopping last week in preparation for this mission, and I still don’t know what the hell to wear. I don’t need all 30 suits, but I can’t pick just one, they’re all so cute. Pulled out of my train of thought to the sound of someone banging on my door, I walk up to it.

“Coming!” I yell, jogging up to the door. Opening it, I’m met with Bucky. Figures. He’s in black jeans, and a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone. He looks fantastic. Don’t be fooled though, he’s still packin’ under those clothes.

“Hour’s almost up, doll. Havin’ troubles?” He walks past me, into my room. I don’t mind though, after all, he’s about to see more intimate parts of me than really anyone ever has. Might as well get used to it.

“I guess you could say that, I don’t know which ones to pick.” He chuckles, and looks over the selection of lingerie I have laid out on the bed. He picks up a hot pink little number, and lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, lingerie sure has changed since I can remember them.” I laugh.

“I’m sure you saw a lot of lingerie , Mr. Barnes.” He turns to look at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Was that sarcasm, doll?” He walks up to me, almost predatory. I gulp, shaking my head.

“N-No, I was just kidding.” He laughs, his head rolling back.

“Oh, (Y/N) You’re so easy to scare.” He pats the back of my head, before grabbing several different sets of lingerie and throws them in my over night bag.

“W-Wait, I still don’t know which ones I wa-”

“You’ll look great in any of them, doll. Don’t worry.” Blushing, I follow him outside to the jet. Cap sends us off, and it’s just us once again.

“Aren’t you nervous, Buck?” I find myself pacing back and forth. He turns to look at me from the wheel.

“No.” I don’t know if that simple response was supposed to make me feel better, but it doesn’t.

“What if something happens, Bucky? I could be raped, beaten or killed, or all three.” He sets the jet on autopilot and walks over to me, cradling my face in his hands.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. As long as I’m alive, I will protect you.” My face heats up, but a smile comes to my face nonetheless. THAT answer makes me feel better.

“Now go change, put the pink one on, I liked that one the best.” I nod, turning my back to him, but feeling his eyes on me. I just peek at him over my shoulder.

“Sorry, I won’t look.” He goes back to the wheel, leaving me to change in peace.

No turning back now, but with Bucky by my side, I know everything will be alright.

-

We’re a few hours into our mission, and I’ve already seen the poor slaves they keep hostage. Bucky is out in the audience, and we’ve discovered he’s quite popular with the ladies. I should have known he would be, have you seen him? He tries to keep focused on me, all while keeping the girls occupied, don’t want to seem too interested in me.

One of the hosts goes up to Bucky, and I find my breath hitching in my throat.

‘Have we been caught?’ Bucky whispers something to the host, and points at me. As I’m up on the stage, dancing in nothing but a tiny bra and a g-string, the host calls me down off the stage.

“Oy! Candy! Come down here baby, we have a guest who would like your services.” Cany is the name they gave me, and I can’t wait to be rid of it, I don’t like feeling like nothing but a piece of meat for hungry, desperately horny men. I’m an Avenger for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be stripping.

Swaying my hips off the stage, I walk towards Bucky, who has taken the temporary alias Christian McNealy.

“Candy, baby. This is Mr. McNealy. He has requested the full servise, you know the drill.” I nod, leaning on the wall and smiling at Bucky.

“I know what to do, boss. I’ll take real good care of him…” Walking over to Bucky, and straddling his waist. He smirks and puts his arms around my waist. Boss is still standing there, making sure his customer is happy, so we have to play this to full expectancy.

Bucky smiles, “You gonna take off this pretty little number, sweetheart?” He throws in a brooklyn accent with his acting, although I bet some of it really isn’t acting, as he IS technically from Brooklyn.

“Mmmm, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, baby.” Reaching behind my back and unsnapping the puny bra, I throw it over my head. My large breasts finally springing free. I am so humiliated, embarrassed and I feel like crying. I never wanted Bucky to see me like this, not like this. Especially with some pervert watching. I can’t let that show though, I would after all rather it be Buck than some other guy I don’t know. Buck pulls me towards him, my breasts pressing against his chest, I guess to shield me from this guy’s wandering eyes. He presses his mouth against mine, our first actual kiss together.

He runs his hands up my back, and kissing me deeper.

“Alright, kids. You two enjoy each other now. You have an hour and a half, Mr. McNealy.” Buck grunts in acknowledgement. After he leaves, and with the press of a button, any cameras that could be watching are disabled, he helps me off his waist, handing me my catsuit he kept tucked in his shirt somewhere. It can be hidden pretty well. Already clad in what I wear in under my catsuit, I throw it on, Bucky handing me a gun and a knife.

“You ready to finish this, doll?” I nod, and we proceed to put an end to this nasty man’s fantasy life.

-

Mission success, as we figured it would be.  The man was honestly so stupid he didn’t see it coming at all.

Steve clears us, and we make our way to our rooms…way too soon if you ask me. I feel like there’s an elephant in the room and I want to address it.

Bucky and I share a floor with Steve and Sam, so at least we’re going to the same place. Once we’re in the elevator, I turn to Bucky.

“Look, Buck I-” I’m cut off when Bucky slams the button that stops the elevator and he pushes me back against the wall, lifting me and kissing me hard on the mouth, my legs going around his waist.

“Fuck, (Y/N) I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…:” He speaks after he pulls away, licking his lips.

Staring into his eyes, I find myself smiling and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Oh God I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt this..” He chuckles, holding me close to his warm body. He presses the button to start the elevator again. Setting me down, he looks into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful, (Y/N).” He leans down to kiss me again, but before our lips touch the elevator door’s open and Sam, Nat, Tony and Clint are standing there, smirking.

“It’s about damn time!” Sam crosses his arms, smiling at us.

“So it took her getting naked for you for you to realize you needed to speak up, huh?” Natasha picks on Bucky and he rolls his eyes.

“Заткнись, Романофф”

(Shut up, Romanoff)

He pushes past everyone.

“Excuse us, we have a lot of time to make up for.”

Leaving to his bedroom, we hear a choir of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’

Okay, so maybe this mission wasn’t so bad after all.

TAGS:  @marvel-fanfiction, @cassandras-musings

i cant stop crying over this gif please look at how happy they both are,,, they really make each other So Happy and full of joy i am.. so.. SOFT !!! like look how scrunched up jinyoungs face is and he goes to cover his face but he’s like nvm the love of my life is coming towards me so im gonna pull him over!!!! and marks smile is so wide too like i just !!!! love markjin!!!!! if u couldnt tell!!!!! jinyoung puts his arm around him to hug nd mark falls instead n Its just so. cute. and truly so pure i feel cleansed

Just My Luck (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine accidentally walking into the men’s bathroom and seeing this fine specimen (James McAvoy)

Word Count: 1465

Warnings: Language

Notes: Collab fic with my girl @cocosierra94!!! Internal thoughts are in Italics, texts are in bold

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Finally, the interview wrapped up and James came up to you where you were lost in thought, checking your phone for email, appointments, reminders.

“So you think I’m cute?” James asked, startling you. He laughed when you jumped and your cheeks heated up in response.

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I Should Know

Anonymous: can i request an angst fluff with sehun where you’re pregnant with his child but u didnt want to tell him and he finds out

Genre: Slight angst/fluff

Word Count: 2110


Fuck this constant damn nausea. You were bent over the toilet at three in the morning, trying to keep it down because Sehun was sleeping in the next room, but that wasn’t exactly how it worked, and within a minute, you felt a hand begin to rub your back and pull your hair up from your face.

“Sorry,” you whispered hoarsely, flushing the toilet before making your way to the sink to brush your teeth and rinse out the rancid taste with mouthwash. You could feel Sehun’s eyes follow you around the bathroom, but he remained silent. Once you washed up, he gently pulled you back into bed and spooned you, wrapping his arms around you, interweaving his legs with yours, and nestling his nose into the nape of your neck. His warmth was comforting, and it didn’t take long for you to waver into the brink of unconsciousness.

“Jagi…” It was a hushed, almost imperceptible breath that fluttered over your shoulder, but the weight held in the single word was enough to pull you from the edge.

“Hmm?” You snuggled against him, acknowledging his call.

He untangled himself from you and lightly tugged at your waist, silently asking you to turn around. You obliged and curled into his chest. He kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms protectively around your shoulders to hold you closer. In the silence, you could feel his heart beating against the tips of your fingers.

“Jagi, I’m…I’m worried about you.”

Your breathing faltered for a fraction of a second. “…And why is that?” you murmured cautiously into his shirt.

“Don’t give me that. Something’s wrong. I know it. And you know it too.”

“Because I threw up?” you suggested, trying to make it sound like less of a deal than it should’ve been.

Yes, because you threw up!” He pulled away a little to look you in the eye. “Why else? This has been going on for days, weeks even! There hasn’t been a single day this past month and a half where you haven’t gotten sick at least once!” he burst out, concern and frustration bubbling at the edges of his voice. “I don’t even know why I haven’t taken you to the hospital yet! Honestly, I feel really dumb for not doing it earlier, but I didn’t know if you had it under control or if you knew what was going on because you don’t seem worried about it at all…Why is that? What is it you’re not telling me?” He searched your eyes in the hazy moonlight filtering through the curtains, desperately looking for the answer.

“Sehun,” you whispered, “it’s ok.” You traced your fingers across his chest, avoiding his gaze.

He shook his head. “No, it’s not. Please don’t hit me for saying this, but you gained a bit of weight so I thought it was morning sickness, but you never told me you were pregnant. I looked up other reasons for this stuff because I’m really, really worried about you, jagi. Are…are you eating properly?”

You nodded.

“Nothing happened recently, right? Like, emotionally or…”

You shook your head.

“You aren’t sad or depressed about something?”

Again, you shook your head no. Sehun sighed in vexation.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but please, help me out here so I can help you.”

“Look, I know it seems really bad, but it’s not as terrible as it seems, okay? I’ll get over it soon.”

“But what if you don’t? I’m leaving for the tour in less than a month. What if something happens to you and I’m not-” he choked up a little, “what if I’m not there to help you and something happens or something goes wrong and you can’t get to the hospital or-”

Sehun.” You abruptly quieted him with a soft kiss, pressing your lips against his, slowly molding them together. His anxiety for your health stole away the breath from your lungs, and your heart pounded furiously from his rare frenzy of concern. His sweet scent swirled around you, drawing you closer, and his nose bumped tenderly against yours. The taste of his lips still lingered on yours when you finally pulled away. “I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“I’m still worried…but God…you’re so hot when you do that,” he mumbled to himself, gracing his fingers over your cheek before diving in for another kiss.


It didn’t get better. A week later, you were still nauseated and threw up at least once a day, if not more. It didn’t matter what time it was, in the morning, the afternoon, or in the middle of the night, and Sehun was getting increasingly aggravated.

“I’m fine,” you would always insist, and Sehun would just drop the conversation, shaking his head as he walked away.


“Jagi, will you go out with me tomorrow?” he asked while you were snuggled up next to him, sleepily watching a late night movie. He was leaving in two days, so he was trying to squeeze in one last day together.

“Sure,” you mumbled drowsily, giving him a small kiss. “Where do you want to go?”

“It’s a secret.”

You smiled and kissed him again.

“Sehun…where are we going?” He had been driving through the city for a while, and you had no clue what his destination was. Every time you thought you had an idea, he’d take a turn that would completely throw you off.

“It’s a secret, jagi.”

“But I want to know,” you whined, trying to pull aegyo.

“If you whine, I’ll cancel,” he teased.

You huffed out a sigh. “Fine,” you muttered, crossing your arms, pulling your face into a pout.

Sehun grinned. “You’re too cute.”

You spent the next five minutes eagerly looking out the window, watching the buildings pass by and trying to figure out where he was taking you.

“It looks like we’re-” Then it hit you like a train.

“Sehun, where are we going?” Your voice lost all of its previous excitement.

“It’s a secret.”

He was tense.

“Tell me.”

“It’s a secret.”

He gripped the wheel tighter. If he took the next right, you would have no doubt as to where he was going.

He turned right.

“Sehun.”

Silence.

“Why are you taking me to the hospital…”

Silence.

“Sehun.”

He didn’t answer. He just pressed the gas pedal down a little harder.

Sehun!

Nothing.

Answer me!

He shook his head, eyes tearing up in frustration as he refused to look at you.

“Turn around,” you demanded. “Take me back home.”

He kept driving.

Turn around!

“No.”

“Why.”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not!”

“You are!”

Silence.


He pulled into a parking spot near the front doors.

“I’m not getting out of this car.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“You can’t make me.

“Yes, I can.”

He made his way around to the passenger side. You stubbornly locked the door.

He sighed and clicked the car keys, unlocking it, and swiftly pulled the door open before you could lock it again. He calmly but hastily reached around you to take off your seat belt, ignoring the unintentional scratches you made on his arms as you frantically tried to push him away.

“Why are you fighting me?” His tone was low and austere.

“There’s nothing wrong with me.”

He pulled you out of the car with a steel grip around your wrist. “You saying that makes me even more worried, jagi. I’m trying to help you. I’m leaving tomorrow, and there’s no way I can go a whole month without knowing what’s wrong.”

“I can take care of myself, Sehun.” You tried to twist out of his hold, but he was too strong.

He scoffed and began pulling you towards the hospital. “You don’t even know what’s wrong! How can you take care of yourself?” he said bitterly. “We’re going to find out together. No matter how bad it is, I need to know before I leave.” He turned and looked you in the eye, his desperation crashing over you like a wave. “Please…for me.”

“I’m fine,” you whispered, shaking violently.

“No, you AREN’T!” he yelled in frustration.

“It’s normal!”

“It’s not! What kind of-”

“THROWING UP IS NORMAL WHEN YOU’RE PREGNANT!” you spilled out, yanking your arm away from him.

You looked up at him with tears falling down your face.

He was rooted to the spot, processing what you said.

“I’m pregnant,” you said again, voice breaking. “It’s just morning sickness. It’ll be over soon. And it’s why I’ve been gaining weight.”

He blinked.

“Sehun, I’m sorry, I-”

He took your hand and led you back to the car, softly closing the door behind you and beginning to drive back home. His jaw was set and his eyes blankly stared at the road ahead of him, devoid of any perceptible emotions, even to you.


It was a silent, tense ride back.


He got out of the car and walked back inside the house, not even bothering to wait for you to follow him. He stood in the bedroom, raking his fingers through his hair, and finally allowed himself to cry.

You timidly approached him and hugged him from behind, and he was now completely aware of the bump in your belly. How could he be so stupid and not notice it before? He just assumed that you were developing eating problems because of something: fans online, missing family, a close relative dying, anything. How could he not notice?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He was hurt. He was so very hurt.

“I’m sorry for making you mad,” you mumbled into his back.

“I’m not mad…well, yeah, I am, but I’m more confused than mad, but I’m also really happy because I thought there was something really wrong, and oh my God, I’m gonna be a dad-” his voice broke and he started crying again.

“I’m sorry.”

He pulled away from you and turned around. “Why didn’t you tell me something as important as this? How long did you know?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?!”

You nodded in shame.

“And why-”

“Because you were going on tour.”

“What?”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me while you were away, so I tried not to make it a big deal but-”

He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

“For someone as beautiful and as smart as you are, you can be really, really dumb sometimes.”

You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, but you remained silent.

“I always worry about you when I’m gone. And you getting sick every single day…How could I not worry more?”

“I’m sorry, Sehun.”

He pulled your chin up and kissed you with enamored fervor, his other hand that was cradling your waist moved to press lightly against your stomach, trying to let his baby know that he was there.

His baby.

He planted a small kiss on your cheek before sitting down on the bed to bring himself more to the level of your torso. He pulled you in and placed a small, shy peck on your stomach.

“Hey there, little one…” He smiled sheepishly to himself. “I’m not gonna see you for a month, but I know you’ll get bigger and stronger. Make sure to stretch those legs and practice kicking a lot. Not only so that you can grow tall, but also to get back at your Mommy for not telling me sooner.” He glanced up at you with a smug little smirk. You rolled your eyes.

“Make sure to grow. A lot. I love you, my little baby.” He kissed your stomach again, hoping that his love could be felt through the barrier that temporarily separated him from his child.

You pulled him back up on his feet, but when he leaned down to kiss you, you turned your head away.

“Thanks for telling me to get fat.”

Sehun spluttered dramatically. “What are you talking about? I never said that.”

“Dumbass, you know I’m gonna be fatter when you get back.”

“And that’s a bad thing? There’s more to love when you do. God, why are women always so sensitive about-”

You shut him up with another kiss. Your noses brushed softly and his lips were as soft as ever, his scent as comforting as ever. As his arms wrapped around you, his warmth enveloped you with an embrace abundant with tender ardor. He smiled against your lips and broke away for a brief moment to ghost over them.

“You’re still hot when you do that,” he murmured softly before leading you in another series of chaste, yet passionate kisses.

Masterlist

Writings listed under favourites are not found here unless it’s a request.


SEVENTEEN

MINGYU

  • Status [Angst / Fluff]  1   2   3   4[end]

“You’re the best makeup artist we have. Can you control your feelings?”  

“No. I love Mingyu too much.“

O-okay then I just want to ask…which Middle School were you from?” You bit your lip, praying that you both would not have such a horrible past.

“Why did he have to come every single day to remind you just how much you loved him, and just how much he didn’t love you any longer?”

“I just had to help her. It’s just something I value but now…they’re gone and I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to see them again.”

BTS

JUNGKOOK

  • Who Am I To You? [Angst / Fluff]  1    2 [end]

“Why is that trainee girl with you?” Taehyung snapped. You waited for Jungkook’s reply. Silence. He didn’t say a thing.

  • Twisted [Mafia AU]{ft. jongin and jun} All Parts 

YOONGI

  • Where Does Your Heart Lie? [Angst / Fluff]  1   2 [end]

“Then what?” Yoongi exclaimed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. You really must have been ignoring me that day.

TAEHYUNG

You’re gonna make me cry every single day with each letter aren’t you?


REQUESTED

  • I Still Love You [Hansol Angst (trigger warning : slight abuse) / Fluff] { Requested by Anon}

Despite having to use crutches which was a pain, seeing Hansol was more important than your comfort. Again, that was how much you loved him. 

  • Inevitable End [Yoongi Angst / Fluff] {Requested by @namyeonra } 1  2

“Honestly _______, I’m starting to see the unavoidable end of us,” Yoongi whispered. Your heart dropped, the tears that threatened to fall finally fell as you felt that everything you had been holding onto slipped out of your hands and out of your reach.  

There was no need for him to be jealous when he was already yours since day 1.


COLLABS

SEVENTEEN

“This is how I should have treated you. I should have left you alone, I shouldn’t have bothered you. All I ever did was to be the weight tied to your ankle, preventing you from getting anywhere.”

anonymous asked:

Okay, I'm not going to say his name cause it'll expose me, but he's really nice and often talks with me and has helped me through those Two AM Deep Thoughts™ and he's really funny and FUCK

you’re gonna make my CRY this is so great, he sounds like a genuinely Good Boy i’m so happy for you anon 

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And then guess what? They let us in.

We were some of the last people in line. I think maybe five people were behind us? Fifteen minutes before closing, the line was still unbelievably long. There was no way I was gonna get to see him.

Fifteen minutes passed and the convention had closed but they allowed the people who were in line to stay over so they could meet them.

That was when I started to cry because I knew then that it was really gonna happen.

I got up there, my hands drawing to my mouth as I sobbed lightly. 

And he said, in that extremely familiar tone, “Well hey there!”

And he opened his arms and pulled me into him.

And guys. I’m no exaggerating.

Being hugged by Markiplier is literally one of the greatest feelings in the world.

It is a happiness that lingers with you.

When he pulled away, he looked at me and said, “See? Now that you’ve met me, I’m really not all that special, am I?”

And I looked right back at him, making eye contact, and even though I was crying and sobbing like a doof, I was able to clearly say, “No, no. You are.” 

He gave me a second to (somewhat) compose myself, offering sweet words the whole time, and he took these pictures on my phone. I couldn’t stop making that stupid crying face until I saw the faces he was making.

I know he had to have seen at least 600 other people yesterday. Hell, he’s probably gonna see over twice that many today. And I know he had to have said that thing about not being special at least a dozen times. 

But that moment was still mine. And it was special. Just like him.

Just like me.

Just like all of you. 

So, I just watched Onisions Draw my life from about a year ago and Onisions memories from 2008. The draw my life, I was like: This is the only time he’ll make me cry. But I was wrong.
So my point is that, yeah everyone knows that he has been through alot of stuff no one should ever experience, and I’m not even gonna go into detail about that, but. After everything, now, 2014, he is happy, he is married to a wonderful woman, he makes a point in every video he makes actually and I really admire him bc he pulled through EVERYTHING. If I was him, I would have killed myself bc I am a weak bitch.

I respect you, Greg.
I love you with all my heart,
And I support you. Unless you pull a Lindsey L or Justin B.

Boobsqueeze.

Two Worlds Collide // Chapter Thirty five

I know you’ve literally waited FOREVER for this and I am deeply sorry…I just coudn’t put my head into that story until I did. So here is the last chapter! It’s been a joy and for those who will still reach for this story…huge thank you! I am forever blessed with your support! I love you all, thank you <3

“What is going on?” Claire walked into the hall.

She saw her daughter in in her husband’s arms crying.

“What happened?” She whispered as she stood next to Kazembe.

The man just shook his head. He didn’t know what was going on with his little girl but he was sure it was nothing good.

“Shhh whatever is going on we will deal with it, together.” He stroke her hair.

After a minute Zendaya calmed down and pulled away from her father.

“I am sorry I just didn’t know where to go.” She wiped her eyes as she looked at her mother. “Hey mom.” She smiled weakly at her.

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