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MASTERLIST

EXSOMNIS • Detective Loki x fem!reader

Oath of Hippocrates 

Red light 

Expecting the unexpected 

Two birds, no stone 

Respect all, trust few 

The Void screams back 

Trauma 

Don't die on me (end)

Chaos Therapy • Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Session #1

Session #2

Session #3 

Session #4 

Session #5 (end)

Fucks not Found • Four x fem!reader

Ghosts 

Florence 

A Matter of Seconds 

I need a Backdoor

Die Hard 

White Flag 

Haunt the living 

One, but not done (end) 💧

Blind & Dumb Ambition • Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

Blind 

Dumb 💧

Ambition 💦 (end)

Chris Evans x reader 💦 🔞

Ice ice baby

A Perfect fit • Bucky Barnes x fem!reader 💦 🔞

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (end)

Drabbles Pedro Pascal’s characters

Pedro Pascal x fem!reader | Dreams

Pedro Pascal x fem!reader | Is he a good kisser?

Javier Peña x fem!reader | Fuck can I call you  💧  

Mando x fem!reader | Nap Time

Mando x Mirialan!reader | Vhekadla

Castiel x fem!reader

Freaking berries

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Slight smut 💧Smutty 💦

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I'm currently educating myself to write gender-neutral fics, I tried in Vhekadla Idk if it worked nobody told me 😅 so if you read it let me know

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Andor x Reader x Mando

When Mando first came out I wrote a all story about Cassian x Reader x Mando with a tinge of smut here and there. And then when Andor came out, I look for Mando's timeline compare to Cassian... bear with the timeline is a mess since the beginning of it all anyway..

Mando would be younger obvi and not in the same mindset. If we take that Rogue One is five years after Andor and Mando's timeline is 14 years after Andor.

Rogue One is my downfall in every way ahaha

So I do have a kinky adventure tale with these two but it doesn't really make sense if I want to follow the timeline.

[jennsmischievousmind]

Lose the attitude

Pairing: Bodyguard!Rick Flag x f!reader

Summary: Colonel Rick Flag retired from Belle Reve to become a private bodyguard, easy job, easy money, not so easy client.

Warnings: Slow burn, masturbation (male), language, bad at warnings, multiple parts coming up, english ain't my mother tongue, reader is an adult fyi no age gap

Part 1

You sat there in your mother's office while she finished an important mail. She had asked you to come to meet your new bodyguard. Even though you were a grown woman, due to your mother's somehow illegal business you were to have a bodyguard with you at all times since a couple years now. Working on your phone, you didn't pay much attention at first when the door opened.

"Ma'am, your guest." mother lifted a finger not sparing a glance, letting them know to stay silent and wait. That’s how she was with everyone, busy, busy.

The atmosphere changed as soon as he entered, striding confidently in the room, imposing, your eyes widened a little. He wasn't like any of your previous bodyguard or any in the house. Tall, built like a beast, a constant frown on his face, dusty blonde hair messily sleek back. He wore a simple suit yet you could tell it wasn't his outfit of choice. With mother still focused on her file, he looked around the room to find you staring at him and you knew, at this exact moment, when his kind hazel eyes locked with yours, you knew you were in for trouble.

Colonel Rick Flag, former special forces, would fill the place of your bodyguard after a few guys were judged unfit for the job. Mother liked him right away, she was impressed by his résumé and it took a lot for mother to be impressed, the jealousy was tickling your gut.

“Do I need to know something in particular?” he asked, the southern drawl mixed with the efficient army tone was waking up something in you.

“She's a successful, witty, sassy woman with everything that goes with it.”

“Thank you mother,”

“Not much to say about your predecessors, they weren't cut for it.”

“So you are willing to have an escort?”

“let”s say I made peace with it."

“She understands now how my notoriety can be dangerous for her. She won’t be fussy.”

You tilt your head dramatically at your mother.

“I understand being a bodyguard is very different from your past career.”

“I had my share of crazy things, I’m ready for anything.”

You smirk knowing you were not easy to deal with, he was so confident you didn't want to break him yet.

“Obviously my daughter's love life doesn't concern me,” Flag resumed his attention on your mother.

“Mother, please” you knew exactly what was coming.

“Although, I would appreciate if you wouldn't engage romantically or sexually with her, you are my employee after all.”

He nodded scarcely eyeing you.

“Way to go Mother,” you stood up, leaving them discuss about his contract.

Two days later you met him for his official first day and briefing. Even though he followed you and your former bodyguard to get acquainted with your daily routine, he insisted on having a brief in your office at work.

"I need to know where you are at all times, if we have to leave a place in a hurry I don’t want any discussion," you rolled your eyes, mimicking his angry face behind his back until he turned around.

"Really?" he caught you, "It's your safety sweetheart,"

"I know the damn drill, and I’m not your sweetheart, soldier,"

“Colonel!” his hands landed on your desk invading your personal zone “never said you were mine though.”

His words rang a few times, your mind must have imagined the glint in his eyes.

“Alright, it won’t be a sinecure but this can work,” you wriggled your finger between you two, “if you acknowledge that I can actually care for myself, that this is purely a safety question, and not a babysitting.”

“Good for me, as long as I don’t have to argue when I ask you to do something..,” he paused a second, “regarding your safety.”

“Fine,” you reach your hand out, he smirked, shaking your hand.

What you failed to see all day was how impressed he was that you were so dedicated to your work at the firm while you didn’t have to work so hard thanks to your mother. Missing the grin he had when you were bossy, he also noted you weren’t trying hard to justify your place, surely your mother being the CEO helped, yet you were more than qualified for this high position. He noticed you weren’t dating anyone at the moment, as for now he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.

“I postponed the appointment like you asked and don’t forget you have to leave at 7PM for your date at 8:30” your assistant announced.

You massage your temple, “Right, guess I have to get ready for that,” you sighed, not like you didn’t need to meet someone but you weren’t really in the mood tonight.

Leaving for your loft, Rick obviously had to be there so he waited for you in the living room, when you reemerged 30 minutes later from your bedroom he was surprised, he checked his watch, it didn't take long he thought.

A different lipstick on, a different dress. And what a dress, “Shit,” he whispered when you came stumbling in while slipping your heels on. Rick caught himself staring while you put your earrings on, the satin material following the curve of your body, your nape exposed, a few baby hair escaping your hairstyle.

“Don’t stare, soldier,” an amused look met his serious one. “I’m ready,” you hide a sigh in a little smile, he strode ahead you before he could caught himself slacking while looking at you.

10 minutes in the stylish restaurant, in Rick's line of sight from the bar, he eyed your surroundings while you mindlessly; boringly swirl the wine in your glass for what felt like forever.

After 20 minutes more and no call or messages from your date, and a few drinks in, you look at Flag who was already watching you, he understood, slowly making his way to you.

“Let’s go,” you sighed, removing the napkin from your laps.

Flag took out his phone ringing your driver. Waiting outside the restaurant, Rick behind you while you held yourself, it was nice to be out at night that you couldn’t tell otherwise.

“There you are,” you flinched at the loud voice. Rick was immediately beside you, his shoulder past yours, holding up his hand to the man coming way too close.

The guy chuckled “Wow, it's okay man, I’m her date.”

You furrowed your brows at the audacity.

"Was." your attention resumed to the traffic, grateful Rick reacted fast. Besides this latter was astonished by your calm, he glanced at you, in case you wanted him to move.

"Oh come on, that’s rude,"

At that you saw red, turning your full body to him, Rick stepped aside still keeping an eye on the guy.

“Who do you think you are, making me wait half an hour and now calling me rude." you scoffed “I knew it was a waste of my time.”

Rick internally cheered for you, clearly it wasn’t his place to intervene as long as the guy didn’t touch you so he watched as you roast his ass. The car arrived just in time as you ended your speech, the driver opened the door, not wasting any more time you got in the Berline.

“Stuck up rich bitch” the guy grumbled, your head whipped around just in time to see Rick landing an upper punch to the guy’s jaw, yours falling open at the sudden burst of violence from Flag.

The guy fell over on the pavement, holding his face. Rick's chest was puffed out, anger written on his features.

“Flag, get in the car please.” he looked at you, you insisted widening your eyes.

The driver started the car, not worried at all about the incident.

“It wasn’t necessary,” he stayed silent for a while

“I don’t get it.” his voice hoarse as he hadn't spoke all night, “How did he land a date with you, that asshole?” he gestured back with his thumb.

You smiled sadly not answering “I should’ve known better anyway, I’m still my mother’s daughter. I will have to handle assholes.”

“You don’t have to. I’m here for that, kind of.” you smirk looking down

“Having said that. Punching a guy just for an insult, that can't happen again.”

He looked at his red knuckles “I might have overreacted.”

“Might uh?” he smiled, it looked good on him. “But I mean it, don’t do that again, unless I’m in real danger or some serious situation,”

On the way home, you opened a bottle of wine. Didn’t have to be a lost evening all the way. The ride home was quiet save for the low hum of the car.

“Where are you going?” he followed you through the patio where you abandoned your shoes, to the pool on your balcony “It’s late, you should..'' you stepped down the pool's stairs still completely dressed “.. go to bed. The fuck y/n,”

“I’m fine Flag,” you chuckled at the way he said your name with a tint of exasperation.

You let yourself float for a minute enjoying the warmth and the sound of clapping water surrounding you. Got to admit you were a bit tipsy, Rick saw that at your frown as you stepped out. Not liking the cold air on your wet warm body, the shiver a proof of it, slowly making your way to the bay window you suddenly sneezed, the force and tipsiness making you stumble backward.

“I’m tired,”

He sighed coming to you, “No shit, can I carry you?”

“Watch your language soldier,” you pointed at him, he gently nudged your finger away from his chest.

“Look, we both need to sleep” he urged, you nodded agreeing “And I can’t let you out there in that state,” he added, you felt guilty of taking his time and acting like that.

“A’right, right,” sniffling you tried a step forward but he swept you off your feet, earning a gasp from you, grasping at the lapel of his suit, you felt little and awkward in arms. Embarrassed you didn't say anything more.

“There,” he firmly put you down at the edge of the bed, you wobbled a bit and glared at him for being so harsh.

“Thanks,” you clumsily searched for the dress’ zip on your side for a minute “you can go ..” a soft towel landed on the bed next to you. You look back up the zip already forgotten, that’s when you realized his state.

“Shit, you’re soaked!” you look at your feet, a puddle forming on the wooden floor then at him again, the water from your clothes evidently transferred on his white shirt and dark vest. He had no time to say something you were already fumbling with his shirt’s buttons, “You’re gonna catch something”,

He grabbed your wrists gently. “Y/n,” you realized what you were doing seeing his exposed chest filled with tattoos.

“Fuck,” you whispered “Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry,” retrieving your hands you cover your face.

“It’s okay, not the first time,” he smirked, “And I know it wasn’t ill intended,” you choked at the idea of taking advantage of him.

“Do you need anything?” he asked removing his wet vest leaving him in a wet white shirt still widely open to his sternum, his tattoos visible through the wet material. He rolled back the sleeves waiting for your answer. You gulped at the sight of his muscular upper arms and dreamy huge hands, his veins slightly showing up your eyes followed them languidly.

“Don’t stare, sweetheart,” his husky voice invaded your cloudy mind, hazel eyes locked with your guilty ones as soon as the needy cloud lifted. You stood there, drenched on all level, falling for your hot new bodyguard, him looking at you like a stuck prey, you could feel your breathing accelerating.

The atmosphere shifted with him snapping out of it, his brows furrowing. “Goodnight,” he mumbled, going for the door.

“Hum,” you look everywhere but at him “G'night,” the towel looking so interesting as of right now. Stealing a last glance at the door, you caught his piercing look as he closed the door.

“I’m in so much trouble,” you thought out loud, heading to the bathroom to splash some cold water on your reddened face.

You’ll never know he had to take a cold shower to get a grip on reality after that. It was like déjà vu, falling for his mission, he thought he knew better. But the way you looked, delicate then badass at the restaurant, he wanted to join you at this table, for him no women looking so gorgeous should have been waiting. That's why when the asshole insulted you he snapped. And then you started the show, the way you looked in that pool, then soaked in his arms.

His head lolled back under the water spray, as he reminisce the desiring gaze you had on his body making him feel so warm and confident, his hand slid other his swollen cock, the more he was thinking about you, the worse it was. He couldn’t think of you like that, even more with his boss, your mother, explicitly made it one of the conditions on the contract. And yet, the lust for you tonight was too much, he swore under his breath using his hand to get rid of the ache, promising himself it was the first and last time he thought of you while jerking off.

As if it was this simple.

MASTERLIST

Don't forget to double tap if you liked it. Thanks for reading the first part of Lose the attitude.

I had a 2-week training course for my job, I became a station attendant, so I didn't have much time to write. But I'll get back to it very soon. 😉

[jennsmischievousmind]

Ice ice baby

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!reader

Summary: A simple brunch with one of your best friend what could go wrong.

Warnings: pining, fluff, friends to lovers, Smut (wrap it), soft sex(?)

n/b: Inspired last year(?) when Chris posted a story of him in bed watching a Christmas movie with Dodger, the view from his bedroom is just beautiful! yea I took a long time to write this. I'm not a native english speaker so be indulgent please.

"Deep breath you can do it, it's a simple brunch just like usual" you pepped talk yourself tapping on your wheel.

You called out the A.I to send a message to your host.

"Hey Evans, oh my gosh it's a nightmare to come up here! I hope this brunch is worth it!" Chris replayed your vocal over again, unable to erase the silly smile off his face at your annoyed but soft voice.

He couldn't help it, you were everything he loved in a woman but here you were one of his best friends, it was hard to find genuine friends in his area of work. He wasn't about to try anything that could end this friendship or so he tried to convince himself so.

Finally, you parked into Chris's driveway. Sighed and relaxed, driving in the snow had you tense. Bracing yourself you opened your door and step down the car. Feet dipping into fresh snow, crispy air aggressing your face, yet it was oddly satisfying after the dry air from the heater.

A few feet away the door opened to Chris in a royal blue sweater. A smile grew on your face instantly, you were so impatient to enjoy some time with him. Taking a few steps forward your eagerness betrayed you.

"Holy sh_!" You slipped on a puddle of melted snow, the latter quickly sipping through your clothes.

You heard a gasp and a high pitch laugh, then bright orange fur fuss over you, your face getting wet by Dodger's kisses.

Chris's voice seemed all over you "Here, here, bubba come on!"

"Yea I'm happy to see you too buddy but I'm freezing my ass here" you gently pushed Dodger away.

Chris reached out and swiftly got you back on your feet in one strong pull ending plastered against his chest, his warmth contrasting with your freezing self. Dodger barked excitedly nudging at your legs, you shivered violently.

"Let's get you in,"

You stomped your feet getting rid of the muddy snow before coming in and getting rid of your boots, bending down to unlace them Chris gulped seeing your wet denim clinging to your forms he quickly looked away finding his behavior and thoughts inappropriate.

You blew a hair string away and pushed them back as you turned to him.

"You'll catch a cold, I'll get you some dry clothes"

You nodded but shivered again.

"Actually, do you mind if I take a quick hot shower, I can't feel my butt cheeks" you chuckled at his now blushing face.

"Yeah yeah sure" he lead you to the main bedroom, his bedroom, and the bathroom attached to it.

On the way you clumsily removed your damp socks and wet denim, your numb butt stinging at the room's warmth. Leaving you in underwear and a sweater.

Chris opened the cabinet full of towels, telling you there was everything you needed in the shower, you look around while waiting until it became silent returning your attention to him.

It's not like Chris had never seen you in a swimsuit so his look surprised you but as his eyes quickly roamed your bare legs, you felt warm and fuzzy inside. Reaching for the towel he was holding you thanked him pulling him out of his reverie.

"I'll put..I'll put clothes on the bed. Leave your wet ones by the door I'll put them in the dryer"

"Thanks,"

He passes by you awkwardly, clenching his hands, you watched him go not missing a glance at his cute butt. Denim, socks by the door you pondered about putting your soaked underwear with it but decide against it, shoving it into your damp sweater.

"Stop acting like a teenager!" Chris argued with himself. He heard the shower turning on and an image of you naked in his shower popped into his mind. "Pancakes, let's do pancakes," he busied himself in the kitchen trying not to think of you naked at the end of the corridor.

Brushing your body to revive your blood flow you enjoyed the warm gentle stream on your back. You thought about Chris in this very same shower. Surrounded by his products you felt bothered remembering his look from earlier, blood rushing back into you faster than expected.

Getting out of the shower you dry yourself and wrapped in a dry towel, finally stepping out in the bedroom. The neat Queen size bed facing you, your eyes lingered on it, it looks really comfortable you thought. The fireplace under the TV was nipping at your bare legs, drying the few water drops here and there.

A tee-shirt and some blue sweatpants were on the bed, you smiled passing your head in the shirt smelling Chris' lye, it misses his own scent but it was already very soothing. Trying on the sweatpants you failed at tying it around your waist it was way too big for you.

You heard a bark from behind the door then a voice from a bit further coming up closer.

"Dodg', you'll have to wait!"

"You can come in you two" you talked to the closed-door chuckling on your own at Dodger's whines.

As soon as the door opened Dodger came racing in, excitedly turning around your feet he made you wobble so you sat on the bed where he jumped on and started sniffing and licking your face. You couldn't help but leaned down to escape him and giggled.

Chris on the other hand was losing it! You on HIS bed barely dressed playing with Dodger, a vision of pure happiness.

He tried really hard to not let his body react to the sight of you in his t-shirt, and only in his t-shirt if only he knew.

"Your sweatpants are obviously too big for me. I'm not chilly don't worry," You pointed to your bare legs seeing his anxious face, if only you knew it wasn't because he was afraid you'd be cold.

"Yea sorry I don't have anything else, uhm" he coughed "brunch?"

"Don't worry and I bet this one," you ruffled Dodger's ears, "his gonna keep my legs warm by staying by my side. Brunch bubba!?" You asked the excited ball of fur, missing Chris's face as you used Dodger's nickname, Dodg' barked gently and jumped off to run to the kitchen.

You slide off the bed holding the t-shirt around your butt since you were going commando, standing in front of Chris practically nude, the air was thick but none of you would admit it.

Following Chris, you stopped at his bedroom's windows.

"Gosh, this is so pretty! I could spend hours looking at this view."

Chris looked at you bracing himself in the doorway, your face illuminated by the immaculate snow outside. When your gaze locked with his, he knew he couldn't hide it anymore.

"Y/N,_" he stepped back in the room, stopping right next to you. The expectation was written on your face, you had enough.

"If you don't kiss me right now_!"

Chris smiled at your saying, his hand reaching for your cheek he leaned in, placing his lips on yours delicately, your words dissolving in a moan. The caress of his hands against your face descending to your neck, his thumbs holding up your jaw.

He inhaled at the feeling of finally be able to kiss you. Taking a breath, you bite your lower lip looking into his eyes, you pushed him slowly against the windows, lips still enclosed on his, his gentle hands caging your face while yours tried to hang on him as if it was a dream. Wrapping a strong arm around you he gently reversed the situation, have you pinned against the wall, a whimper flying through your swollen lips, by the pressure on your thigh you could tell he enjoyed hearing you, he bit on your jawline, then your neck leaving a trail of kisses, his beard tickling your skin you inhaled loudly when his lips brushed just beside your ear.

Your hands clenched on his hair, his arm circled your waist you ended up on your toe to keep kissing him while he walked you to bed, leaning on it gently, hands caressing each other’s visible skin until your hands slip into his top, his bareback under your eager hands.

The never-ending kisses and nipping at each other’s neck. He quickly detached himself from you removing his sweater, making your mouth watered at the sight, he leaned back down holding you close. One of his legs slipping between yours, his hand reached for your thigh softly caressing and needing further and further up, his breathing accelerating the higher he went. When he reached your hip he stopped and looked at you, not feeling underwear made his blood rush in a sensitive part of him, earning a slight shrug he smiled kissing your cheek.

His hand resuming its way, ascending to your waist, a soft tickle reached your brain and you squirm in his hold, he tightened his hold on your waist, you inhaled as he pressed his body against yours his weight grounding, your hands messing his hair, a whimper passing your sore lips. His mouth left yours, traveling down your neck to your collarbone emerging from the oversize shirt, he took a mouthful of your breast through the material, sucking on your hardened nipple, your chest rising at the sensation, he let a wet mark on your cover breast.

Moving out of between your legs he pressed himself on your side opening your legs. As he kissed you his hand brushed your boobs over the shirt, your hold on his bicep tightening, following his course to your inner thighs, hovering over your pussy he finally let his fingers brushed through your folds, you whimper into his mouth, deft fingers circling and putting pressure on your lower lips, your hips lifted as he built you up, you tug on his hair.

Slowly he stilled his movement, he moved back between your legs and sat up, bringing your body to his; lifting you with ease. Searching for friction your hips started moving, feeling his hard-on at each brush, his soft hands kneading your butt cheeks. Swiftly he lifted your shirt, needed to feel his skin against yours in a swift movement you threw the shirt away, he smiled at your eagerness bringing you in a searing kiss pressing your chest against his. His wet lips soon wrapping around your breast, you inhaled breathing heavily as he sucked on your mound. Trailing down you felt the outline of his hard cock on your fingertips, stroking him through his pants, he let your nipple go lashing onto your mouth and grabbing your boob with his large hand deliciously squeezing it. His biceps tensing on your back, you enjoyed his reaction at your touch, he laid you back on the bed, kissing his way down.

Nails living traces along his shoulders your chest heave the closer he got to your buzzing center, his beard tickled the inner of your thighs, his mouth leaving a trail of sloppy kisses until his warm mouth enclosed your heat your head tilt back. His tongue sliding between your folds, you let out a strangled moan, your fist tangled in your own hair at the feeling of his warm mouth on you, sucking and lapping your folds you couldn’t help the moans leaving your throat, you grabbed your breasts, brows knitting, he anchored his hands around your thighs feeling your pleasure heated up, you started to squirm, grasping his hair, one of his hand caught yours interlacing his fingers with yours, your belly tightening, you felt your high washed over you, moaning his name breathless, his hands squeezing your breasts while he draw out your pleasure.

Kissing his way up, your hands followed his shoulders as he perched himself over you, admiring your bliss features.

Caressing his face you bring him into a kiss, your hand slowly sliding down his torso, his swollen cock at the edge of your fingertips, he inhaled at the anticipation, trembling lips against your temple as you took him in hand enjoying the weight and the girth of him, he let out a groan against your neck as you lightly pressed him, drinking his moans as you stroke him.

“Do you want to,"

“hmm..hmm..yes” you kissed him welcoming him back into your embrace, he let his hand caressed your side, your legs inviting. Eyes never leaving each other’s he slowly buried himself inside you.

His forehead on yours he let out a sigh seeing his member stretching you, your nails digging into his biceps at the feeling. Bringing him closer for a searing kiss, he slided out and slowly thrust in, a strangled moan muffled in the kiss. His lips traveled down your jaw, nipping and kissing at your neck as his thrusts find their rhythm, moans falling from your delicate lips. One of your leg edge higher up his side, he caught it gently, holding it above his shoulder, you smiled arching into him, he leaned into you meeting you halfway, a few thrusts sending you both into a frenzy. Concentrating, you squeeze your pussy around his member as he slide out. He let out a loud moan, his eyes focused on you, impressed by the pleasure it gave him, he smashed your lips with his, earning a giggle from you. Grabbing your breast he focused on your face as he thrust into you, your breathing quickening, your hand caressing his face blindly, the pleasure of his cock deep inside you overwhelming. He caught up on your whimpers, feeling your inside tightening, he leaned back, the palm of his hand pressing on your lower abdomen, gasping a loud moan, your body shaking gently following the second climax Chris had give you.

His lips grazed your jaw, cheeks, eyelids to finally reach your agape mouth as his shaft slide out of you. He pressed himself on your side, holding you close.

"you good?" he murmured between kisses

"never better Evans!" you both laughed breathlessly "but," you pecked his lips, "more?" he read your mind feeling your hands roaming his body, you bite his lower lip, he bite your earlobe in response.

Spooning your hot body, a sheen of sweat on you both a mix of your body heat and the roaring fire in the fireplace in the room, his hand cupped your womanhood, his member lodge between your tight thighs, brushing back and forth slowly he slipt into you with ease, your butt nuzzled into his hips, you moan at the way it filled you from this angle. Arching your back, your hand reached for his muscular butt. His moans matched yours at each thrust, his large hand cupping your breasts the other on your hips keeping you clad to him.

"babe...do th-the.." he stuttered having a hard time keeping a steady rhythm " do the thing you did earlier please," he sighed out, you grinned as he nuzzled his face in your neck, his ragged breathing telling you he was on the edge, your hand tangled in his hair and you squeeze your pussy eliciting a loud whimper from him as he draw his high in your tightness, your fingers brushed your clit, Chris kneaded your breasts, the feeling of his hands, his cock in you and your deft fingers made you reached another orgasm in no time.

Already missing him inside you, you rolled on him, he smiled leisurely enjoying your weight, hands brushing your sides as you rest your head on his chest.

You soon sauntered to the bathroom shamelessly naked, letting the door ajar as you peed. Running the shower, you didn’t hear him walking in, hands finding your waist his warm chest against your back.

“Shower then brunch?” you asked stepping under the warm stream, he followed staying as close as possible.

The soap traveled between the valley of your breasts, his thumb grazing your nipple, lips parted you watch his hand brushed your body, his eyes blown. A chuckle escaped you, you caught his lips in a quick kiss, pushing your soapy breast into his chest, his arm snaked around your waist pressing you even more against him, you balance yourself holding his shoulders moaning into his mouth when you felt his hard member against your tummy. Grabbing every bit of you his hands could reach as the water wash the soap from your bodies. Your sore lips left his, finding their way down his chest, kissing the quote tattoo, between his pecs, and following his showing abs, you find yourself kneeling in front of him, lapping at the water on his lower abdomen.

“babe…” his thought lost as you took his member in your hands, gently stroking him, your sweet eyes caught his when your tongue swirled around the tip of his member, as much as he wanted to keep his eyes on you they closed yielding to the pleasure and the warmth of your mouth around him. Hand traveling up his abs, his taste was exhilarating.

"Hold on, hold on.." he said breathless, he propped you up immediately reaching for your lips, noses collided, you smile into the kiss your hand reaching for his cock to finish what you had started. He watched your fingers deftly sliding up and down his shaft, whispering endearment as you left sloppy kisses on his neck, he squeezed your forearm as he came on your thighs with a loud moan that made your inside buzz.

You ate brunch in robes casually talking like the situation was ever so normal except for the heavy flirting. At one point you stood up and grab the empty glasses.

“hey,” he grabbed your wrist and swiveled on the bar chair “let this,”

“It’s fine,” he shook his head the glasses passing hands, he put them in the sink, sitting back down he brought you to him by the waist “you’re my guest, I’ll do it later”

“Not sure you’ll have time later Evans,” he arched an eyebrow at your saying, a smirk matching yours

“Is that so?” you sat askew on his laps, his hand finding its path under your robe traveling up your thigh, his thumb edging your inner muscle.

Catching up on lost times you couldn't keep your hands off of each other until your manager texted you a reminder for tomorrow's meeting. Watching you dress up Chris pouted, unable to let you go on the doorstep.

“I should go,”

“Hm," his hands still gripping tight your waist, his lips on yours.

"Chris.."

"Alright, alright" he put his hands in his pockets, shrugging.

You pecked his lips, not lingering to prevent a relapse. He walked you to your car in case you fall again. Pushing in your seatbelt in you turned to Chris in the open doorway of your high car, his eyes went from your eyes to your lips in a matter of seconds.

So it didn't surprise you when he reached out, his hand on your nape, fingers interlacing with your hair. His kiss was searing, leaving tingles on your sore lips. Eyelids heavy you open your eyes as you take a breath.

"It'd be dangerous to drive back home in the snow, it's almost dark and all that ..." you find yourself saying.

Chris chuckled, not losing any time he pushed out the seatbelt helping you out of your car, grabbing your hand you both sauntered back inside the warmth of the house. Dodger was really happy to see you back so soon.

That evening you spend it cuddling in bed, Chris reading a script, Dodger at your feet while you doze off on Chris' chest his arm secured around you.

My first smut-writing in a few years, I hope I'm not too rusty. thanks for reading, double tap if you like or message me, it's always good to know you enjoyed it. Thanks again

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It's coming 🤭

HERE IT IS

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I live in New England and it snowed a few days ago, time is meaningless

🥲 I see

May the force be with you

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Chaos Therapy

Session #5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You were assigned to a field mission, with particulars co-agents, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. One mission turned into multiples. After each missions you are debriefed by a therapist, Dr Noach just as Sam and Bucky. Thing is, they don’t know that you are much more than an agent.

Warnings: pining, bit of angst, Buck/Sam bickering, violence (fights against enemies), mild swearing (still real bad at warnings)

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

Muffled sounds woke you up in the middle of the night, you forgot where you were for a second until you remembered. The sounds intensify, gun in hand just in case you slowly walk to the landing listening closely. The sounds draw you to Bucky’s room, shuffling and more muffled sounds confirmed it was coming from his room. Hesitant you thought about going back in bed until a cry out made you run to his room, pushing the ajar door open you cocked your gun at the empty. With the adrenaline coming down, you realized there was no threat. Your eyes adjust to the dark and you saw Bucky, his legs were stiff under the thin blanket, his left fist tightly clenching the sheet, his chest rising faster and faster, you couldn’t see his face but his head was jolting now and then.

  “Bucky?” you whispered, the flooring creaked under your feet as you made your way to the other side of his bed. Another bawl scared the shit out of you, your concerned fully on Bucky you climb into the bed, kneeling next to his chest. “Wake up, please wake up,” a hand on his shoulder you felt his damp shirt under your fingers, stretching above him you switch on the bedside table light, a warm hue shone on his glistening skin and the gold color on his arm. A hesitant hand reached for his forehead, you shush quietly trying to calm him down. Shuffle at the door, you put a hand over your gun, Sam appeared at the door “What’s going on?”

“He’s having a nightmare, I can’t wake him up,” the worry in your voice surprised you, 

Sam walked in “Buck?” he put a firm hand on Bucky’s shoulder, your hand brushing his forehead you kept on shushing gently the latter’s vibranium fist unclenched. 

Sharing a look with Sam, your hand reached Bucky’s flesh hand and draped it over his own abdomen that way he could feel his breathing steadying slowly. Sam sat on the chair facing the bed, his elbow on his knees he let his chin drop in his hands, he was worried too that he couldn’t deny it.

Bucky’s breathing considerably calmed down but he was still stiff and restless, your hand left his forehead as if a mechanism activated his left arm grabbed the ankle beneath you, his other arm wrapped around your waist. Sam stood up afraid his unconscious self could react violently, until Bucky’s face nuzzled in your lap, your hands hold above his figure you froze glancing at Sam. 

“You good?” he asked, you nodded back. After a few minutes, Sam reassured that you were ok went back to bed following your constant nagging.

Your fingers brushed Bucky’s hair out of his face, his soft locks under your hand as you caressed it in a slow soothing motion, while your other hand was steady on his back, he was so calm now, so different from minutes ago.

“Hey” your body shook gently “Y/n wake up,” your eyes flickered open, squinting at the sunlight, warmth enveloping you, Sam’s face took shape “Morning” you mumbled, he silently chuckled at your sleepy face. “I figured you’d want first dib on the coffee,” he whispered. Looking at your surroundings, last night came into view your eyes opening wider to Bucky sleeping soundly beside you. Hurriedly yet carefully you climbed out of bed, scurrying outside, a smirking Sam behind you.

Head in your hands at the kitchen isle, coffee caged between your elbows, you listened to the news with Sam leaned on the counter. The creaks from upstairs made your tummy tightened, Bucky soon walking in the kitchen. The 3 of you mumbling greetings awkwardly. It was going to be a long day.

Along the day, you find out Bucky had no reckoning about last night, Sam and you wondering if you should tell him or not, you even considered calling Noach for advice. Although he couldn’t remember, his behaviour with you was softer than the days before. 

On a call with your colleague, you roamed around the house trying desperately to find a charger pad for your holotablet. “We need Princess Shuri’s team notes on that, the previous team exchanged on that before the snap, it should still be viable,” you muted the conversation as they talked to another I.T worker has you shut another drawer. 

“Sam? Sam!” you called out “Where do you keep the …” you ran into Bucky on the porch. He just came back from a run by the look of it, as he had discarded his shirt along the way, his glistening chest reminded you of last night but the sight of his toned heaving chest quickly took over your senses “Sam’s behind, somewhere,” his voice echoed in your mind bringing you back. It was like that for a few days, a few words exchanged then nothing for hours.

“Bet he is,” you tried a smile he mirrored you, his hands reaching his hips, he stood there “Bucky, I should..;” you started, but a shuffle around the path triggered you, Buck kept his back to it. The call long forgotten you removed your earpiece.

“At least Steve helped me up!” Sam yelled appearing on the path, he put his hands on his knees, breathing deeply. 

A giggle escaped your lips, clasping a hand to your mouth you find yourself unable to stop the laughter from coming, like your body needed to exhale the stress by a good laugh. Sam approached leaning on the banister inevitably joining in the laugh. Tears of laughter blurring your vision, you didn’t catch Bucky’s soft blue eyes taking in your happiness, the sound of your laugh, the way your body contorted on itself barely able to stand. He knew he had to talk to you, it was eating him from the inside. He missed spending time with you, talking about what he missed, listening to music you thought he might like, normal things out of his super-soldier life, and he missed kissing you, being able to hold you, he only had a taste of it, he wanted more.

  The day went by uneventful, you worked on some classified encrypted access while the boys trained in the backyard. Glancing at them once in a while you couldn’t help but stare at Bucky’s body oddly graceful.

“Seriously you don’t remember last night?”

“Last night? I slept like a baby, why?”

“You’re kidding, right?“ Sam let the weight hit the grass, ”You scared the shit out of Y/n, woke me up, and trapped the poor woman in a bear hug,”

“What are you saying? She wouldn’t approach me anyway,”

“First of all that’s bullshit, and second she did, apparently you had a violent episode like a nightmare. I found her lulling you to sleep like a fussing baby, at one point you calmed down and hugged her,” Bucky glanced at you on the porch, ”it was cute.” Sam smirked earning a death stare from Bucky.

Tilting your head you steal a few more glances as he stretched, unknowingly biting your lower lips. The rang of your phone jolted you back to reality, fumbling with it you finally answered, Noach’s face appearing on the hologram.

“How are you Y/n?” she asked her voice strained

“Great, stuck in a home that’s not mine, with two buddies, couldn’t be better,”

“Sarcasm will lead you nowhere,”

“I beg to differ” you snarled. “Y/n,” she warned, “I guess you didn’t talk with him,”

“I did back at the office, he hasn’t … addressed the problem for now,”

“Barnes doesn’t open easily, even more about issues, but he will get to it eventually, it might take more time,”

“I don’t blame him, guess it’s not a bad thing we’re stuck here, I wouldn’t be able to see him so often at the office,”

“Use it at your advantage then, Sam being there can be helpful too, he worked at the VA he knows his way around,”

“Yeah, he was really helpful last night,” you saw her face frowned “Bucky had a nightmare, Sam helped me calm him down,”

“The nightmares,” she paused “does he know you calm him?”

You look at the yard, the boys were arguing about something, you shook your head. “It might help if he knows, his unconscious trusted you in a moment of panic, it’s a good thing.”

Chewing on your inner cheek, you nod remembering her lessons, if only you were as trained as her you could have Bucky sat down in a room and open up.

“Let me know when you come back, I’ll submit the report few days prior,”

You bid goodbyes, sighed, and went inside to fetch a glass of water. Enjoying the fresh liquid, you let out a content sigh, you turned around to find Bucky at the stairs watching you, he immediately averted his eyes and went up, soon you heard the shower from the far end of the corridor. 

Going back outside under the porch, Sam passed you stealing your water, you scoffed “You’re lucky I’m tired,” he chuckled heading upstairs too.

  You tried to dive back into work but Noach and Bucky’s words kept invading your mind. After a few minutes, you gave up letting the tablet slide onto the tiny table in front of your bench, gathering your knees up to your chest you buried your face into it, hugging your legs. 

Trying hard to suppress your restless mind you didn’t hear the footsteps coming your way. Strong yet gentle hands seized your ankles and waist, those hands were so familiar your body welcomed the embrace immediatly, lifting your legs over his laps he tucked you close, untangling your arms from around you they slide around his broad shoulders, bringing yourself impossibly close to him. His chin on your head you didn’t dare to look at him, you nuzzled your face into his neck, enjoying his scent and warmth. Heartbeat syncing to a slow rhythm, you spend a good minute silence, at least enjoying each other’s arms. Soft cold fingers brushed the hair from your forehead, soft lips landing on your hairline, you quickly discovered that that kind of kiss meant a lot for Bucky, so you enjoyed them even more. 

Finally the longing was too much you left the crook of his neck, opening your eyes you were met with Bucky’s deep blue one, his hand clenched your waist at the sight of you.

He looked ahead unable to meet your eyes “I’m not really good at expressing things since, a while now, ..” Your thumb brushed his jaw, a tight smile on your lips your heart clenched remembering his past “I wanted to talk to you, believe me, I did, I just didn’t know how, I’m not …” his hand brushed your arm absentmindedly “I’m not good at expressing what I feel, for years I was “tough” that weaknesses were to be ignored and suffered in silence. I’ve learned a while ago it isn’t the way to handle them, but it’s still tricky for me.”

“It’s fine and Bucky I never meant to hurt you, I’m so sorry,” his lips brushed your temple acknowledging your apology. ”You’re not alone in this, I’ll help, Sam too, you have people caring about you and believing in you. We’ll work on that together,”

“I don’t want to be a burden Y/n,_” Your hand brushed his cheek, tilting it your way to catch his look “James Bucky Barnes, you will never be a burden! I’ll remind you every day if necessary, you are much more than a broken soldier, I’ll prove you so,”

He shook his head a little smile playing on his lips, his forehead on yours once more he enjoyed the way your hand brushed the nape of his neck slowly, the warmth of your chest against his. Your lips traveled from his jaw to his cheek, his lips parted as your own enclosed them, sharing a languid, searing kiss long-awaited. You couldn’t help but smile at each other after that, glad you two got to talk it out, ready to work on this together.

Later that day, Sam teased you both especially Buck about his stubbornness. 

“If it wasn’t for me, you would still be avoiding each other,” you rolled your eyes at him enjoying an iced coffee in the living room “I think you both owe me dinner,” You laugh and spend the rest of the day doing so, finally relieved of a weight, you felt lighter. 

Bucky was enjoying this time with you, every now and then holding your hand, kissing your cheek, brushing your back as he passed by. All these little things making you swoon even more for him. 

The night fell and you find yourself in Bucky’s room laying across the bed talking to him who was in the bathroom, “I didn’t thank you,” he suddenly said, you cocked an eyebrow as he entered the room wearing only a short.

“Last night,” you averted your eyes, “Sam told me,” he lifted your chin “I wished you hadn’t see that, I’m sorry I scared you,”

“I’m fine Buck, I was much more worried than scared, to be honest,” you took his hand and kiss his palm. You didn’t push more for answers about last night's nightmares he would talk about it when ready.

Pushing yourself off the bed, he grabbed your waist holding you close to him, your hands finding their way to his toned chest, the cold vibranium giving you goosebumps through your light top, he swayed and you followed, his lips peppering your face, you couldn’t be more at peace than at this exact moment.

Noises on the landing, you saw Sam passing by the ajar door “I don’t want to hear a thing!” he yelled from his own room, closing the door behind him. You chuckled in Bucky’s chest. “You could stay,”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere, anyway,” he kissed the top of your head. 

Lying in bed, he reached for you wrapping his arms around your waist, his head on your chest just above your breast, he couldn’t help to kiss your neck for a minute, holding back a moan your hold on his shoulder tightened, you both decided to take things slow. Caressing his hair, his breathing soon even out, heartbeats syncing you both fall asleep at peace.

Few days later the director had calmed things down with governments and they realized they needed the falcon and the former winter soldier to save their asses, so you begrudgingly left Sam’s house. Noach had sent the report as planned.

“You are officially clear for action,” Dr. Noach stood beside the director in his office, she slightly bowed her head to you, you were standing on the side while Bucky and Sam faced the desk. They both smirked at you and thanked the director and Dr. Noach. The director dismissed them but asked you to stay behind, they looked at you wondering and left.

Leaving the office, you were surprised to see them waiting for you, you walked down the corridor.

“We could be a trio,” as Sam said that, you wondered if he had heard the private discussion with the director

“It wouldn't work Sam,” Bucky said, Sam insisted “Why not, we're a good team”

“I almost lost it a few times and murder you both during this mission,” you let out a chuckled at their shocked face. 

“Maybe you should see someone about that, I don’t know a therapist maybe” Sam nudged your shoulder and you three laughed it out.

END

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Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

Thanks to everyone who has read Chaos Therapy, I didn’t watch the second episode of TFATWS to avoid being influenced. I’ll be in my living room watching it if you look for me ehehe.

Don’t forget to double tap if you liked it and/or reblog. It helps to know when people appreciate your work, it keeps us, writers, going.  

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Chaos Therapy

Session #4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You were assigned to a field mission, with particulars co-agents, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. One mission turned into multiples. After each missions you are debriefed by a therapist, Dr Noach just as Sam and Bucky. Thing is, they don’t know that you are much more than an agent.

Warnings: pining, bit of angst, Buck/Sam bickering, violence (fights against enemies), mild swearing (still real bad at warnings)

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

“Lettonia?” You fastened your weightlifting gloves looking back at Bucky.

“We have a lead on Zemo.” his face fell a little

“Hey” you searched for his eyes “kick his ass for me,”

His smile returned a hearthy chuckle leaving his lips, hesitantly his hand reached your forearm brshing down to your fingertips, he took a step forward and pressed a kiss to your temple, your eyes closed on their own and you squeezed his hand in yours, he let his forehead rest against yours.

"See you in a few days," he whispered, you nodded and he took a step backward,

"Don't kill each other," 

"noted,"

You watch him go, his broad back passing the gym door. Your stomach immediatly churning, "Buck!" you ran out the gym, he was waiting at the elevator, "Bucky!" he panicked seeing you ran to him.

"Doll,"  your fingers interlaced with his dog tags, you stopped the motion your face inches from him, his eyes fall on your lips. A tug on his dog tags and your lips collided, his arms circled your back, a hand splayed on your waist the other   slowly going up your spine to your nape as your free one caressed his face, feeling the pricks of his beard under your delicate fingers.

“Bucky, I .. “ the ding of the elevator distracted both of you for a second “I’ll have to tell you something,”

“you’re okay ?” the worry in his eyes had you tongue-tied, your hands tightened on his shirt. “Yea, yea just .. be careful out there,” the smile you gave him unknitted his brows, his hands brushed your arms.  You couldn’t bare to tell him, not now, he will know the truth soon enough anyway. He hesitantly leaned in pecking your lips before getting on the elevator. 

“What’s going on ?” Sam squinted his falcon eyes at Bucky who did everything to avoid his scrutinous look.  “Oh, oooh you and Y/n finally!!” Sam let out a proud laugh, clasping Bucky’s shoulder.

  “Y/N what do you make of their duo?”

“It works somehow. I know it seems unbelievable especially when you see them from the outside. The thing is, they both lose Captain Rogers, the person that believe in them both and now they can only count on each other and believe in each other that’s why it works. Sam believe in Bucky being able to heal and get redemption, while Bucky believe in Sam being worthy of the Shield. The constant bickering is their way of showing their affection. They have a strong teamwork.” you conclude.

Noach nods, all the while analyzing your features.

“Thank you, they’re another mission coming up_”

“Yes ma’am. But I’m not allowed to join them for this mission,”

“I know, I’ve talked with the Director, that’s a shame, it’s a big one,” you both stand up and she walks you to the door “Y/N” she stops “I’m planning on ending the therapy when they come back from this mission.”

“What is it?” she says seeing your face fell.

“You know exactly,” you passes your badge on the elevator sensor. 

“It was necessary,”

“They won’t like it,”

“They? Or he?” you gave her a grave look, “You want me to say that I shouldn’t have engage anything with Bucky,”

“No, I don’t blame you, you’re both human attraction is normal. Though now a long discussion with him awaits you.” Your head tilt back knowing too well she was right.

Sam and Bucky were back from Lettonia, you had some undone work back in the cave you didn’t have the time to greet them yet.

“Now, in order to round off our work here, I needed a closer look at your teamwork and general relationship,”

“You bugged us, Doc?” Sam scoffed, you facepalm behind the one-way mirror.

“Not exactly. I need you to know it was necessary to prove that your duo was fit for combat,” she turned to the mirror behind her nodding. Your cue, clenching your hand on the door handle, the voices inside increased as you pushed it.

“Agent Y/F/N mission was to evaluate your compatibility and capacity to work as a team, outside those therapy sessions. Agent Y/L/N beside her I.T work is a trained therapist,” 

“That’s some fucked up therapy,”

“Mr, Wilson,_” you blocked their discussion as you were focused on Bucky’s reaction. His clenched fits on his thighs, his locked jaw and his gaze fixated on the wall before him. You jumped slightly as he stood up and left the room. Noach and Sam looked at you stopping their discussion. “I’ll be right back,” quickly walking out, you breathe in deeply. Bucky’s back facing you, the tension in his stance visible.

“Bucky,..” he glanced on the side

“I’ve been lie too for a longtime Y/n, ..” taking a step forward carefully you observed his side profile “I guess you can hurt me in the end,”  his voice melted with anger and sorrow stopped you, the lump in your throat getting bigger, the prickling in your eyes accentuating.

Biting your lower lip, you tried to find your voice back. Like approaching a wild wolf, you were on edge yet cautious, reaching his shoulder you softly pulled on it “Please look at me,” he turned around but his eyes never reached yours, his hands on his hips you took them gently, interlacing your fingers with his. Against what you thought he didn’t reject you. His eyes still cast away, you rested your forehead on his chest, closing your eyes, you felt his hands twitched in yours, his chest heaving a little faster.

“You have to understand,…” your murmured feeling your throat tightened.

“you could have told me!” he spoke quietly yet the tightness in his voice showed his anger.

“Really though,” an anxious smirk reached your mouth for a millisecond “it was my mission Buck. I .. I didn’t plan on falling for you, it changed a lot of things.” He stayed silent at your confession; panic took over, his silence giving you the chills. Clearing your throat after an odd silent long second, you let go of his hands, taking a step back, and took your most serious professional voice “Please come back in the room, Dr Noach has some more questions.”

Noach arched an eyebrow seeing you enter the room alone, you sat next to her, facing Sam. Like Noach predicted Sam was “easier” to get by, he was still reluctant obviously but not closed to discussion. Bucky never came back in the room, before leaving Noach gave you gentle smile squeezing your upper arm.

“You won’t have to see much of me now, don’t worry,” you said to Sam who slowed down to a stop next to the elevator.

“Well, we’re not through it yet, the director of intelligence asked to see the three of us,”  you stepped into the elevator with him.

 “As you know the image of super-heroes is not at his best. After the few events with the flag smashers and the chaos in Lettonia” he looked at the boys gravely “the governments are not willing to brush this away as nothing happened. Moreover, rumor has it flag smashers are still quite upset about the docks operation. I suggest you lay low for a few days, weeks maybe. I can’t have you fighting flag smashers around the country, and cause much more mishaps,”

Sam clapped is hand all of sudden, turning to you and the silent Bucky next to you “Mi casa es su casa,”

You look at them wondering, Bucky avoiding your eyes. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” you left the room after the director dismissed you.

Starting your way to the elevator you paused hearing your name, “Sam’s house is safe, and you will be safer with us,” Bucky’s concerned warmed your heart.

“Hurts me to say it but tincan’s right,”

Although you knew they were 100% right, spending 24/7 with them, moreover around Bucky, it would have been great if it wasn’t for the fact that he totally despised you at the moment.

Passing by your place you grabbed a backpack and shove a bunch of random clothes in it. Sam and Bucky were waiting in the car. Seating down on your bed, the exhaustion caught up with you, your mind going blank, staring into the void.

Bucky look in the rear-view mirror “She’s taking too long,” Sam hummed. “Maybe we should check on her,”

“Maybe,” Sam looked at Bucky, pushing up his sunglasses onto his nose, reclining his seat and crossing his arms. Bucky rolled his eyes opening the door with a bit too much force that it cried out.

A knock on your door made you jump, blue eyes met yours, he was standing there at your bedroom door. He looked around taking everything in, if you were both in another mindset it would be thrilling.

“We have to go, the longer we stay here_ “ 

“I know, sorry,” grabbing your pack you slide down your bed, opening on your drawer near the door you grabbed the gun in it, slipping in your pants. Bucky eyed you, hands in his pocket. 

He didn’t budge as you passed by him. His aura embracing you, overwhelming your senses. Daring a glance behind at him, his eyes were lost on you, his lips moved as he was about to say something but as soon as he refocused his jaw clenched a second. “Let’s go,” he walked to the door, you squint your eyes unwilling to see him past you so coldly. A warmth enveloping the hand holding your bag brought you back, his flesh hand brushed yours as he grabbed your pack, then left without looking back.

“So, we’re just going to follow orders?”

“It cannot hurt,” Sam glanced in the rear-view mirror “we all need some time off...” The ride was so awkward Sam was trying to loosen up the mood every so often, you tried to keep up with him but at one point you were too exhausted and fell asleep.

Bucky kept glancing at your sleeping form curled in the backseat. “When we get there you two will talk!” I’m not spending a week or more with a depressed cyborg and a torned beautiful woman!” Bucky frowned at Sam, “I haven’t dealt with that kind of problem, in a while.” he sighed the all sentence.

“Well, get with it!” Sam’s voice woke you up, “Good timing, we’re here!” The light blue and white big house appeared before you. “Sam that’s a really nice place!”

“Thanks, in the family for generations!” he was rightfully proud of the building.

“Rooms are upstairs,” he turned around letting his duffle bag hit the ground, the both of you standing awkwardly 2 feet apart.

“I don’t want to hear anything…” his look paused on you then Bucky his look insisting. You rolled your eyes at the insinuation. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” You drag yourself up the wooden stairs.

“Dinner at 9, Everyone pitch in to cook, house rule,”

“Believe me Wilson, you don’t want me near fire and sharp knives.” You yelled from the landing, missing Bucky hiding a smile as he joined Sam in the living room.

“Here,’ Sam walked down the pier, handing a bottle of beer to Buck who was watching the sunset.

“You know she had to keep it from us,” Sam calmly said, his VA side resurging.

“I know,”

“And that she wouldn’t feel so bad if she didn’t care about you,” Seeing Bucky staying silent his brows knitted, Sam stood up “Man, you got to talk to her, she reached out it’s on you now,”

“You realized it’s not that easy,”

“It is, you walk up to her, show or tell her what’s on that cyborg brain of yours, and that’s it, avoiding her it’s not the right way to do it.”

After a good shower you sat by the window overlooking the pier, the boys were on the dock enjoying a beer. “It’s gonna be fine,” you pep talked yourself eyes trained on Bucky’s silhouette.

Session #5

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Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

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TFATWS NO SPOILERS I GOT YOU!

I've just watched the first episode of TFATWS. (Holy shit)

Anyway, like I said in my previous post they won't be any spoilers in Chaos Therapy. BUT, things easy to determined through out the trailers turning out true, are in my story. Can't list them since it would be spoiling. You'll see.

Session #4 out this sunday. Session #5 will surely be out before next friday.

Low-key me when Bucky appeared.

(Getting a new laptop on monday, the Chris Evans x reader is coming 🤫🤭)

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Chaos Therapy

Session #3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You were assigned to a field mission, with particulars co-agents, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. One mission turned into multiples. After each missions you are debriefed by a therapist, Dr Noach just as Sam and Bucky. Thing is, they don’t know that you are much more than an agent.

Warnings: pining, bit of angst, Buck/Sam bickering, violence (fights against enemies), mild swearing (still real bad at warnings)

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

“At first what did you think about Mr Wilson and Mr Barnes teamwork?”

“Chaotic I’d say.”

“Be specific”

"Well...”

You were on a presumed abandoned petrol platform to retrieve some stolen high level documents.

After kicking the asses of a bunch of sentinel, one of the boys retrieve the disk containing the docs, checking with the jet the extraction point on the lower deck you saw the hard disk flying over your head and overboard, like in slow motion, what wasn’t slow was you diving in the fortunately calm sea to save it.

“So,” the hard disk hit the metal grid ground loudly, “who dropped it?” the heavy sigh and the anger on your face said it all, you were drenched and salty burning holes in them with your stare.

Sam crossed his arms “Not me,” and glanced at Bucky. 

“You were supposed to catch it before it hit the water! Feather boy!”

“Quit it!” you removed your drenched tactic jacket. “Next time, you dive!”

Bucky’s eyes dropped on your wet top clinging to your chest, he quickly distracted himself by picking up the hard disk. Sam was quick to pick up the mood his famous smirk gracing his face. Making your way to the extraction point on the other side of the platform Sam stopped next to Bucky while waiting for the heli.

Sam inquired “Would you sink?” Buck let out a groan and you let your head fall back in exasperance.

"Alright, I see. Now on your last mission you’ve met a former Shield agent. How did it went?” 

“It was ..fun,"

Sam and Bucky were out for a reception, a way to rebrand super-heroes’ image, Sam was still doubting is new role as Captain America, hell he refused to wear the uniform or use the shield. And Bucky well, Buck never acclimated with being consider a super-hero.

You were actually enjoying a day in the cave, calm at last, your colleague had welcome you with a fresh coffee and special codes to decrypt, they knew you well! Engross in your work you jumped when your phone vibrated on your desk. Mechanically you answered even though it was the line used when on mission with the guys. The line popped open and Bucky and Sam announcing they were listening.

“Agents, we overheard the flag-smashers planned to hit again on the docks, no ETA for now, need you asap in these areas. Agent Y/L/N since you answered get there too.” The voice cut, leaving you with the guys.

“Well, here goes my quiet day, see you there.”

“see ya” they both answered before you cut the line

“No way, you’re going out?”

“Why did I answer” they shrugged at you while you put on your boots.

“where’s your uniform?” they look you up and down “fuck!” you ran to the elevator there was no time for you to look for your uniform in the lockers up on the 54th floor.

30 minutes later you arrived on site, faking a car breakdown to avoid looking suspicious in case some Flag-smashers were looking,”

The first explosion happened minutes later, the guys weren’t there yet, you duck behind a cargo container when silhouettes jump out of an unmarked van.

“Shit,” unsheathed your gun, you check the mag and unlock the security, whipping your head at the noises behind you aim at the sound.

“Whoa! It’s us” Seeing Bucky and Sam behind him you relaxed, lowering your gun.

“There you are, I thought you were still munching on some hors-d’oeuvre at the embassy!” they didn’t have the time to change either and were wearing pretty good suit with their ties off.

“And you say I’m the provocative one,” Sam talked to you, you shrugged earning a tiny smile from the blue-eyed man.

Doing a quick summary of what the situation you soon find yourself shooting at the Flag-smashers, containers were exploding all around, the dock was like a landmine field. Many times, within the mayhem you noticed Bucky was most of the time next to you, having your back more than usual or even necessary.

Rounding a container, you ended up face to face with a familiar face.

“Here we go again uh,”

“Carter!” you exclaimed lowering your gun as she did too

“Sharon!” you glanced at Bucky, first name basis, you hated the instant feeling in your gut. 

“Y/L/N, Wilson, Barnes,” she acknowledged them too “you’re teamed up with these two?” she asked a smirk on her lips

“Don’t get me started,” you replied and look at the boys on either side of you.

Sam took a step forward “Hold on, you two know each other,”

“We’ve trained together, long time ago” you answered Sam still looking at Carter

"What are you doing out with these troublemakers?" they looked at each other dumbfounded

"Classified, you?"

" ’Course, it is" she smirked “Same. Get them out of here, before they bring more troubles"

"Still not my boss Carter," the smirk you sport reached her, she was about to go when another ruckus exploded not far from your position.

“Let’s split up, Carter, Sam you go that way, we go the other,” Bucky plan out, your insides tightening at his commanding voice.

You followed him up the dock, slowly entering a devastated area, you walked through the remains, a gun fired out ahead, Bucky was quicker and shield you with his body as soon has he heard it, the bullet graced his vibranium arm following its course to your shoulder. A surprised groan escaped you before the two of you fired your guns at the shooters. Minutes later you were sure the rest of the smashers had ran off as Sam had scanned the scene with Redwing. Meeting back with Sam and Sharon you stopped a few meters from them when a throbbing pain stung your left shoulder. A sharp intake of air caught Bucky’s attention.

“You’re hit!” he took a long stride to you, reaching for your arm to assess the wound.

“I’m fine, it’s just a graze,” you remembered then “by the way don’t put yourself in harm’s way for me ever again!!”

“Don’t argue with me on that,” he retorted at your own surprise “I heal, faster, I’m enhanced, you’re not!” he was oddly calm but firm.

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt!” his brows knitted at you saying “I’m a trained agent Bucky don’t forget it, missions cannot go sideways because you want to protect me, I know the risks.”

“I get that, but it’s you!” he blurted out.

His last words echoed in your head yet you couldn’t fall for it.

Sam looked at your quiet arguing with Bucky from afar, Carter on his side “Find someone who looks at you the way Buck looks at Y/n”

“Really? Barnes and Y/n?” she looked at the interaction analyzing your behaviors, “Maybe you’re right, I can see something,”

“I tell you they are the definition of pining, especially tincan,”

They both laughed and you looked at them wondering, Bucky didn’t bother.

“They are talking about us…” he quickly said still inspecting your arm.

“What? How do you know?”

“I can hear them..” oh super soldier serum right, but the slight red on his cheek gave you a hint about their discussion.

“Can I borrow one of your knives?” he chuckled at your annoyed face and detached voice; his hand left your wound.

“What were they saying?” you tempted, even though you had an idea of the subject seeing his uneasy face.

He inhaled looking back and forth between them and your expecting soft look “it’s okay don’t....” you started

“They’re saying we have a thing,” He spoke fast like ripping a bandage, his eyes searching for yours.

“Do we?” you inquired just as fast hope shining on your face, his expression soften his eyes travelling your face, his lips parting. Mind and heart were battling inside of you, you were not supposed to engange in a relationship during your mission but Bucky .. was so ...

“Hey, we have to go,” Sam’s voice rang out.

Bucky sighed loudly closing his eyes “I’m gonna kill him!”

It was your turn to chuckle, in a way relieved Sam intervened “How would you explain the falcon’s disappearance. Come on!”

You gently hit his chest, before you could walk away, he swiftly grabbed your hand lifting it to his lips kissing your knuckles. You were speechless, eyes like saucers, the softness of his lips and the dedication in his bright eyes made you forget where you were for a moment.

“I’m not kidding, we got to go!” Sam reiterated; Buck’s jaw clenched releasing his grasp on your hand.

On your way to Sam and Sharon you were torned between accepting your feeling and your initial mission “I still mean it Bucky, don’t try to protect me, please, it’s important you don’t.” he frowned at your saying, hearing Sam talked to Sharon you resumed your attention on him “I’m gonna have a go at his wings later!”

Stepping in front of Sam his grin was as huge as the Cheshire cat’s, so unnerving “Go for it, Doll” Bucky approved, the nickname brought warmth to your chest.

“Go for what?” Sam asked, both of you ignored him “oh really mature come on, go for what? I’m gonna find out!”

“Let’s go Sam!” you wiped some smoke residue from your hands to your pants.

“Carter,” you nodded at her

“Don’t be a stranger,” she replied

“I guess I’m letting your name out the report though,”

“I got you, you got me, right!” you winked at each other, she saluted the guys and part ways with her.

Noach cuts the recorder in the middle of the session, cutting you in your report, your brows knits.

“You must listen to this,” she speaks and swipe on the tablet, you seat up, elbows on the table as she plays the audio on the speakers.

Sam : "I like Y/N, I’d rather be teamed up with her" actually,

Buck : “You like her because she saved your feathered ass a few times.”

Sam : “He's pining for her actually!”

You lower your face in your hand, fuck.

Dr Noach : “Mr Wilson, Mr Barnes' personal relationships should stay personal”

Sam : “Not when he run after her letting me with a bunch of murderers”

Buck: “You had it handle,”

Dr Noach : “Did he?”

Buck: “He's rather dramatic,”

She stops the audio, the worry in her behaviour palpable “Can you tell me what happened?”

“Sam’s right on one thing, Bucky thought I was cornered and yea, ran to help.”

“Because Mr. Barnes fear for your well-being?”

“Apparently.”

-

“BUCK are you going to help!!” Sam slammed a guy against crates full of unidentified out of earth ammunitions. Bucky yelled back “YOU’RE FINE!”

You were tearing down the security walls through the holocom when a fist went through the hologram hitting you right into the jaw.

Fuck, you groaned stumbling behind ending up on one knee, still a bit shook you felt the tall woman approaching laughing at the fact that with a punch you were easily down…simple minded. Catching a glimpse of Bucky behind her, you saw on his face he thought you were in trouble. He dropped the man he was hitting and came running to you abandoning Sam in the process, letting him to fight on his own with a few guys.

She took one step further, still crouching you spun on yourself extended one leg and shoving her down, quickly hitting her sternum then throat with your heavy boots. Suppressing her airways, she fell unconscious instantly. Bucky stopped dead in his track seeing you were good, he looked around embarrassed until you stood pointed to Sam coming up with a guy in headlock.

“Really, man!” Sam knocked the guy out, letting him drop on the floor, he had cleared the last of them.

Buck regained his usual composure “See, you didn’t need me.”

“She didn’t either!” Sam gestured to you, who look at them both in disbelief. One of them is going to get hurt one day, and maybe by your hands.

 “You understand it can be a problem for us?”

“I understand that his need to protect me is not my fault, yet I made sure it wouldn’t be a problem anymore.”

The creases around her eyes intensifiy “Did ..you injured Mr Barnes?”

“No,” a smirk creep up on your face “I talked to him.”

-

“Bucky! For the hundredth times, stop trying to protect me!”

He opened his mouth to close it right after, the anger in your eyes pinning him against the wall.

“Next time you act up I’ll kick your ass!”

He lifted an eyebrow “You know you can’t hurt me, right?”

“Try me!” you poke his chest

“Am I interrupting?” Sam’s voice boomed in the corridor. That’s when you saw his amused expression that you realized how close you and Bucky were.

Chest to chest, his breath fanning on your forehead. Bucky gave you a suggestive look as soon as you lock eyes back with him. His eyes, you swallowed and took a step back.

“see you later,”

Sam made his way up to you both, “Hm hm” he smirked as Bucky watch you leave.

“Carter and I have a bet on these,” he gestured with his pointer between Bucky and you. 

“Congratulations you’re 10 years old.” Bucky spoke turning to open his room. 

“And you’re a teen pining on his crush! We’re leaving in a few days and she’s not coming, you should talk to her,” 

SESSION #4 

MASTERLIST

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

I will use the tag Chaos Therapy and Bucky x reader after the 19th, since some of you might filter the TFATWS tags to avoid spoilers (I suggest you do). Also even if some chapters come out after the 19th I’ll stay on my storyline so no spoilers in CT, don’t worry.

Thanks to everyone reading Chaos Therapy, I was depressed for a few weeks before writing the plot but it feels good to see you enjoying it.

[jenn-orenda]

Hi, it's almost time for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

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Chaos Therapy

Session #2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You were assigned to a field mission, with particulars co-agents, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. One mission turned into multiples. After each missions you are debriefed by a therapist, Dr Noach just as Sam and Bucky. Thing is, they don’t know that you are much more than an agent.

Warnings: pining, bit of angst, Buck/Sam bickering, violence (fights against enemies), mild swearing (still real bad at warnings)

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

Mumbling your floor to the AI, you tried to relax but the door not closing triggered you. Hearing voices coming your way you understood.

“I don’t get it tincan, you got the new arm, the new haircut loosen up,” Sam Wilson came into view followed by Barnes, you would have never thought yet you got star-struck by his intense gaze when it locked on yours – Wilson got oddly silent for a second his look bouncing between the two of you until Barnes looked away and faced the door.

Wilson snorted “Guess we won’t talk about what just happened,” a smirk growing on his face.

Rolling your eyes you resumed your attention on the elevator transparent walls. Until you caught yourself glancing at Bucky’s back, inevitably your look followed his left shoulder to his metal well, vibranium arm, unfortunately, you could only see his wrist and hand. It’s not like you had studied all of the late Mr Stark’s researches on his previous metal arm and Wakanda’s report on the new appendage... The few golden lines you could see were mesmerizing, fingers itching to trace them you quickly shook your head remembering where you were. The elevator finally stopped at your level.

"Meeting at 6, briefing in the jet." You declared trying to focus on the mission at hand, accidentally brushing Barnes' left arm as you exit.

You were about to apologize but Sam intervened "Okay boss"

Smiling you lifted an eyebrow "I'm not your boss, but keep that in mind just in case."

You kept your eyes on Wilson who was nodding at your answer appreciating your repartee until the door was inches too close your eyes shifted to Barnes'. His eyes already on you.

“Fuck! You’re a professional for Stark’s sake, get a grip!” getting angry at yourself you head for the cave.

_

"Can you tell me more about the actual mission you had?'"

"It’s classified."

"Alright," she smirks "I see here that you had to use your field agent training? "

“Affirmative ma’am!”

"Weren't you supposed to assist and use your shadow IT skills,"

"Also, affirmative,"

“So, what happened?”

_

Tactical gears, the best part of field missions, hands skimming the gears sprawled out on the metal table, you couldn't wait.

‘You won’t be wearing that actually," the technician kicked you off your reverie, you frowned "Casual clothes, Kevlar under it, one gun, that’s it.”

The deceive expression didn’t escape the attention of the techs around the table. “It’s not always big guns and expensive gear”

“Yeah, I get that. Great…” you grabbed the gun and the Kevlar. Ready to meet your co-agents at the hangar. They were by the jet reviewing things with the techs.

“Agent Wilson, Agent Barnes.” You rearranged your top over your kevlar,

“Ok, hold on, please call me Sam,’

“Alright, then call me Y/N or boss.” he chuckled at your saying.

“This is tincan,” his thumb pointed to Barnes

"Uh" squinting at Sam, surprised by the verbal jab, you were unable to form any words.

Bucky sighed, throwing his bag in a corner of the jet “Your record is scratched, Wilson”

“Newsflash. We don’t use records anymore Buck!”

You stayed silent watching them bicker on the jet's ramp, taking mental notes. Bucky's jaw clenching every now and then, the never-ending smirk of Sam. How and why did anyone think it was a good idea to team them up?

“I already miss my cave.” You mumbled and passed by them, they both looked at you as you made your way in the tactic jet.

The briefing went smoothly, oddly, although seeing Barnes in tactical gear didn't leave you indifferent. Your mind yelling to get a grip while your eyes roam his geared up body. Now you had a full view of his vibranium arm, he caught you once or twice looking intently at it, each time you felt bad you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable or anything.

Few hours later, spent meditating and reviewing the mission in your head, avoiding the guys, avoiding Bucky, you ended up on one of the New Singapore islands. The tactic jet retreats back as soon as you three touched the ground.

“I go first, you come in after I made sure the target’s in, Buck in standby”

“Yeah, we know,” Bucky spoke, you could hear the exasperation in his voice.

Sam smirked at Bucky before rounding the corner leading to the underground club. There you were alone with Bucky Barnes.

"Are you two always like that?" you leaned on the concrete wall behind you.

He was standing straight, hands on his tactical belt "What'd you mean by that?" you tried not to stare as his look remained forward.

"Tough love and all.." your teasing voice made him glance your way. He hid a smirk and fully turned to you taking a step forward. “We’re working on that,” it was your turn to hide a smirk, and you thanked the dark alley for hiding the dusted red that had reached your neck at his closeness.

Minutes later Sam had called in the comm. Getting through the crowd you reached the bar where Sam was, clubs, forsaken places. He nodded at the back of the club where he had seen the target get out.

Making your way to the hidden office in the back, the dark and the loud music were your allies, scanning the room with one of the few gadgets you were allowed to have you were relieved to find it empty of human forms.

“Ok, 15 minutes” you called out in the comm’. Forcing the door, you look behind you before sliding it shut. Rummaging the all room you finally find the old metal case.

“I got the codes,” you were supposed to analyse them on site and then destroyed them but when you didn’t hear any of them answered you stopped “Sam?” silence “Barnes?” a distant crash followed by howls caught your attention.

“Y/N GET OUT!” Bucky's voice rang into your comm' not missing a beat you grabbed the case, slide the door open ready to run to the backdoor. “Oh!” you stopped dead in your tracks, a large man about 6 feet tall blocked the door. He eyed the case in your hand, you shrugged.

Pouncing on you, you easily dodged him as he was so slow, you ran to the main room instead, only to find Sam and Bucky fighting against a bunch of dudes.

“Subtle mission my ass,” you muttered to yourself, Watching them, you were genuinely interested in the two Avengers' fighting skills, missing the big guy coming behind you.

Grabbing your middle, trapping your arms against your body he lifted you as if you were a feather. Quickly refocusing you hooked your feet to his calve, balancing your weight against him he started to wobble backwards, his arms slipping up past your chest allowing you to elbow his floating ribs multiple times. He finally let go groaning, you took this time to kick his knee, he whaled staying down. Seeing the boys were still fighting and enemies still coming in you joined them. Back to back with both of them holding your ground.

“Buck you wanna clear the path” Sam snickered.

"Sure if you've got a great idea in mind involving your chicken wings go ahead," Buck retorted earning a death stare from Sam.

"I'm really deliberating leaving you here with them right now," you checked your gun’s mag.

"And how do you plan on getting out?"

“Close your eyes” the boys followed your request without any doubt.

You activated your anti-flash lenses with a press on your temple. Launching the tiny flashbang on the ground it exploded blinding everyone around you. Since the guys couldn’t open their eyes yet and you could clearly see the path you grabbed them both by the wrists and pulled them out, they ran behind you blindly for less than a minute until you reached the outside, stopping in the nearest alley.

The place was loud with cries, smokes evading the place brushing the neon lights creating a halo of blurred colours. Lost in the moment, the adrenaline rushing out you felt your right hand becoming colder in an instant, a low whirring and vibration coming from the vibranium wrist you were holding soothed your racing heart.

Sam had already escaped your grasp to check on the escape route. Quickly removing your hold you glanced at Bucky to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable but his face showed a different emotion. His gaze remained on his wrist where a second ago your warm hand was, brow knitted yet his look was soft, he clenched his fist and released it, he snapped out of it when an explosion occurred in the club. Time to run.

“If I knew we were about to run so much I wouldn’t have worn my best suit!” Sam argued, your lips curved into a smile at his annoyed voice.

In the jet safe and sound you tried to work on the codes but the two supposed-to-be grown-ups you work with were arguing about how the mission went wrong. Eventually, you tuned them out and send the files to the intelligence.

After giving back your gear to the assistant waiting for you in the hangar you turned to your co-agents.

“That was fun!” Sam tossed his suit jacket upon his shoulder “we should team up more often”

You scoffed “I don’t know about that”. Bucky came down the ramp his gear in hands, your jaw clenched at the way he looked so effortlessly good, it ignited something in you and you thought why the hell am I fighting this.

“Sam, Barnes,” you bowed your head slightly heading to the quarters' area, already writing the reports in your head, before needy thoughts cloud your mind.

“Bucky, it’s Bucky,” he called out, you spun fully, walking backwards “Bucky,” you spoke softly, the corner of your mouth quirked up, eyes entirely focused on him, his didn’t waver either. Rounded a crate disappearing from their view you bit your lower lips.

Sam nudged Bucky’s shoulder "When I said to loosen up, I didn't imply crushing on our new teammate,"

"Shut up,"

_

“And it was the first official mission with them?”

“Yes ma’am, … the intelligence thought the mission was a success, somehow. Against what I thought, they decided to team us up again,”

She nods, your answer exactly what she wanted to hear, she cuts the recorder.

“All is going well then” she closes her tablet, undoing the first button of her shirt feeling stuffy.

“I’ll be able to give you something more tangible in a few missions,”

SESSION #3

MASTERLIST

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

I will be tagging Chaos Therapy now, since some of you might filter the TFATWS tags to avoid spoilers.

[jennsmischievousmind]

Chaos Therapy

Session #1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You were assigned to a field mission, with particulars co-agents, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. One mission turned into multiples. After each missions you are debriefed by a therapist, Dr Noach just as Sam and Bucky. Thing is, they don't know that you are much more than an agent.

Warnings: pining, yet flirty Buck, bit of angst, Buck/Sam bickering, violence (fights against enemies), mild swearing (still real bad at warnings)

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

Voices on record are Dr Noach and Agent Y/L/N. Agent Y.L.N will debrief details of her mission during sessions with myself Dr Noach," she declares to the holorecording, suppressing a smile.

"Let’s start by setting out the framework. When were you deployed on the field?"

"June 3rd 2024" you answered

"What was your explicit mission?"

"Assist two other agents on their mission with my expertise and skills."

"Please be specific what are the names of these agents."

"Mr Samuel Wilson and Mr James Buchanan Barnes, ma’am." A smirk on your lips she sends you a knowing look.

"How have you been scouted for this mission?"

_

"It’s your chance to make it upstairs!”

In a sighed you threw your holopad on your desk “I’d rather stay here,"

“You’ve been down there 8 months, a change of scenery ain’t so bad.”

“I like it down here, and I'm not even wearing the uniform,”

“Now that’s on you Agent Y.L.N I’ve been telling you to wear it since you’ve arrived” your colleague snickered

Slamming the door of the “cave” as you called it you took the elevator mumbling to the AI.

“65th floor please”

“Excuse me I didn’t hear your request”

“65th floor – headquarters, please”

The AI closed the door and the ascending began. Breathing in and out you review your work and training in your head. The view outside passing before your eyes through the elevator glass without having an impact as you were lost in thoughts.

Stepping in the minimalist reception you observed the area, empty, save for one person at the desk acknowledging you as soon as you took a step forward.

“Agent, the Director of the Intelligence program we’ll see you in a moment. Follow me.”

Intelligence program? Ok it’s your area but your from the cave they have plenty of trained agent why you. The confusion on your face made the secretary smiled empathetically.

You sat there in the corridor leading to a double door in slick metal.

“There’s nothing to stress about, I know my job, I’m a trained agent I know my tasks, I know my skills, I know my mission” you pepped talk yourself until the door opened and a tall man appeared, gesturing your way – confidently you walked straight in, eyes glued to the director desk.

“Agent .. Y.F.N. Welcome, I’ll be quick, we need someone with your skills for a field mission. I see here,”

What the, your mind tried to analyze the info as he swiped on the hologram displaying your file “You’ve trained for field missions a while ago, then .. hm hm" he continued humming a part out "and ended up in the IT Shadow Team 8 months ago."

"That’s right."

“How do you feel about field mission?”

“I have no objection about it. Although I don’t understand why a field agent isn’t assigned to this mission.”  

“The Shadow Team has skills that only a few agents were cleared out to obtain,"

You nodded, it's true that there was only you and your colleague in this building, the few others were in different bases.

“Not even us?” a voice behind almost made you jump, you were 80% sure there was only you and the director in the office, clearly you were wrong.

“Not even you, Agent Wilson,”

Glancing back there were, sprawled on the office sofa Sam Wilson, the Falcon, and the former Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes. This latter caught your eyes, silently nod a shy salute you mimicked him. Sam Wilson on the other hand stood up, rearranging his jacket, strode to you and hold his hand out.  

“Agent, if you see fit to this mission, you are to assist Agent Wilson and Barnes on their mission.”

Fuck. You shook hand with The Falcon, hands getting clammy at the fact of working with two former Avengers. Inevitably your eyes darted back the man still on the sofa, he tilted his head intrigued as why your soft look landed on him.

“I don’t believe I have time to think this over.” you redirect your attention to the director. He remained silent but the man next to you shook his head apologetically.

“Alright, when do we start?”

_

"End of today's session" checking her watch, she stops the recorder, and crosses her arms, analyzing your behavior.

"Y.L.N how are you doing?"

You let your face relax, slouching a bit in the seat.

"The two of them," you groan letting the tension release in your shoulders.

"I can hear them arguing even when they are not around me, I swear Noach!"

She chuckles reaching in her satchel and slides you a tube of Aspirine.

"Thanks,"

"You'll need it, you've only been in 2 weeks,"

"Feels like months already,"

"Go home and rest Y.N, I'll see you after your next mission,"

"Yes ma'am" she shakes her head as you exit the room.

SESSION #2

Short first chapter I don't plan on writing more than 6 so the next ones will be longer - I'm excited for this story - I don't bite if you wanna exchange or give feedbacks.

MASTERLIST

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

[jennsmischievousmind]

2020, 2021 ..

I want to thank each and every one of you, for reading, liking and reblogging these stories. YOU made my 2020 better with all the love you gave me, every note is a joy, every message is unique. So, thank you Y/N, couldn't have make it without you!

[jennsmischievousmind]

Is he a good kisser?

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x fem!reader

Summary: Pedro Pascal and you, his co-star are known to be openly flirty since you've met on a previous movie. Currently promoting your new movie "Philocalist" as the lead characters, it quickly escalated.

Most knew that the two of you on set was total chaos, unable to concentrate, and shamelessly flirting yet the undenying chemistry made your characters' even better. Anyone in the businness unware of your friendship was quickly ill-at-ease and wary though, like in this interview.

Warnings: fluff? They are goofballs, tattooed reader, slight language

A/N: tried to proof read as much as my brain let me. Y/F/N = your full name (just in case)

You came on the white set a bit late, your eyes setting on your handsome co-star talking with the staff.

Handing your phone to your assistant she told you they were already recording for the bloopers and that they were looking for a chair for you because the other one was wobbly.

Pedro smiled seeing you stepped onto the set.

"So I don't have a chair,"

"Hold on," he started to get up his barstool like chair.

"It's alright, I'll just sit here," you climbed onto Pedro's laps, he laughed and hold onto you while you get comfortable.

His left hand hold your thigh and the other find his place on your low back. Your arm circling his shoulder blade for support, you were quite comfortable, he smelled really good, his warmth was soothing, you wish you could just stay here for the all interview.

One of the staff explained the segment, he looked a bit wary about the whole situation, you bet it was a first on the set.

"So sorry for the wait,"

"It's alright, don't worry about it" you reassured the stressed set assistant as he brought a chair.

You slid down Pedro's laps, brushing down your dark mesh dress, finally taking a proper seat.

Pedro pouted "You're far,"

"Oh," eyes searching for the set director you asked if you could scoot closer and he gave you a thumbs up. Before you could hop down the chair Pedro grabbed the chair's edge sliding you to him. A gasp turning into a giggle escaped your lips, you grabbed his bicep for stability when the chair came to a stop.

"Now that's better," he rearranged his cuff smiling at you, this man.

Silence, rolling

"Hello, I'm Y/F/N,"

"Hi, my name is Pedro Pascal, and we are here for the Wired_"

"Autocomplete_" he looked at you to be in sync

"In.ter.view" you both articulate.

His cardboard came first, after a few trivial questions, like were Din Djarin and Poe Dameron were to meet in the Star Wars universe. At which you frowned and explained the entire Star Wars timeline.

"Is Pedro Pascal ... a good kisser" you read out while Pedro removed the adhesive from the cardboard.

"I like to think I am," he threw the adhesive away.

"We previously, for the movie, shared a few kisses." You feigned an hesitation, Pedro nodded at your saying staring back at you "He's a good kisser!" you winked at the camera. Pedro puckered his lips your way and you leaned your cheek in, you frowned a smile as his stache tickled your skin.

Few questions later, they drew your cardboard handing it to Pedro.

Pedro squinted at the letters "Is Y/F/N single"

"Now that's something you'd like to know, little fuckers." You slapped your hand on your mouth as soon as it escape.

Pedro exploded in laughter collapsing on your shoulder, and holding himself on your knee. "Oh I'm sorry!! I am so sorry!"

"It's alright," the director set was chuckling "we'll bip it or edit it out,"

"Thanks, holy hell it came out of nowhere," Pedro recovered, sweeping a laughing tear from the corner of his eye.

"Does Y/F/N got tattoos" you shook your hand trying to get rid of the white adhesive.

"Yeah a few actually," you sighed as the paper finally fell from your finger.

"Do you?" He genuinely asked, as if he didn't know better

"In most of the movies I was in I had to cover them up for the character's sake but my red carpet pictures might show some of them," you shrugged

"How many?"

"They're tiny ones, so I lost count. I'd say more than 13"

"Ooh that's cool!" Pedro threw the cardboard over his head.

Another cardboard came in,

"What is Pedro Pascal's full name"

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you blurted out not missing a beat. Pedro was speechless a proud smile on his lips.

"Friends know Pedrito," you patted his thigh "friends know,"

"Does Pedro Pascal have a twin"

"Not that I know of," he grimaced

"Pedro Pascal is unique! ... Better that way for everyone's sake, two of them would be mayhem," you both started laughing at your burn.

You continued ripping the next one "What is Pedro Pascal doing"

"Promoting Philocalist with the lovely Y/N!" he chanted excited.

"What is Pedro Pascal zodiac sign"

Pedro looked at you, "you know?"

You looked back analysing his face, "Aries of course! Adorable and adventurous that's you." His arms wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing you against him.

"Is Pedro Pascal a hugger? Absolutely!" He said releasing you and pointing at the camera, you chuckled nodding vigorously.

On your last cardboard a question got Pedro's attention.

"Y/F/N dance scene"

"What, that's not even a question," Pedro frowned

"Oh I see what they're talking about. I had to dance on my own in one of my first movie and I'm an awful dancer. To this day it's the most embarrassing scene I've ever played. Compare to this one," your thumb pointed to Pedro "I'm no dancer."

Pedro giggled "I'll teach you,"

You mouthed a thank you.

Finishing the segment, you were already laughing with Pedro heading back to the dressing room. His arm laced around yours, he looked around entering the room.

"Almost lost it when you sat on my laps," you turned to him a cheeky smile spreading on your face, you sauntered to him placing a promising kiss on his lips. The twinkle in your eye was all he needed, to know you were going to have a long night back at the hotel.

Few days later, the Wired Autocomplete Interview was published on youtube, the bloopers in the end credit with you on Pedro's laps made a huge buzz. Tabloids and fans losing their shit at it. What better way to hide a relationship than in plain sight.

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Ko-Fi (voluntary based)

[jennsmischievousmind]

Freaking berries

Pairing: Castiel x fem!reader

Warnings: none, soft and bold Castiel

Synopsis: Dean is bored during the Holiday season in the Bunker so decides to plan one of his special idea to annoy his non blood related sister about her beguin for the Angel in the trenchcoat.

A/N: short drabble, no prof read sorry.

I know not everyone has this tradition and not everyone celebrate Christmas. I'd rather not write about other holidays' traditions without the knowledge of it and say things that could be misinterpreted or simply say some bs and be totally incoherent or rude. (I'd love to learn about Hag HaHanoukka for instance)

Also I know, Destiel is canon, don't come at me, I root for it too alright.

Cas has my soul since season 4, sorry Sammy. I need more Cas/reader.

Gif not mine, don't remember where I found it, sorry 👉👈

"Hey, you two!"

You stopped at the kitchen's treshold, Cas on your boots ready to leave on a hunt, you both look back at Dean wondering.

This latter lifted his finger up, a grin spreading on his face. Looking up you blushed lightly and sight.

"Dean, don't be a creep,"

The smile on his face made you want to punch him "It's tradition!"

Sam restrained a laugh, knowing exactly where this was going.

Castiel tilted his head at the older Winchester "What is it!?"

"You had to ask" Mumbling to the Angel next you.

"This is a mistletoe. It's tradition to kiss the person you are with while underneath it." You groaned internally. "Whoever that is." He finished with a wink.

"Obviously you are too short to put it up there, so I presume Sammy is on it." Dean looked offended for a second, his giant of a brother sipped on his green juice avoiding your killing stare.

They knew you had something for the Angel for years now. And while they were most of the times respectful of your secret crush, they sometimes couldn't help but have some fun about it. They knew they were in for a revenge though.

"It's bad luck if you don't,"

You scoffed at Dean "Like we aren't already full of it!" Glancing at the Angel, your heart skipped a step. He had that little frown, and tilted head he always made when trying to understand humans. As much as you knew you could walk away from this, you also wanted it to happen, so you took a deep breath and reached for the Angel's shoulder. "Alright Cas, are you ok with_"

He turned to you, his eyes boring into yours immediatly, "I'm okay if you are."

Oh boy! It was not how you thought it would go, the first time you would kiss him and chuck you had thought about kissing him a hundred times but here you were, with a chance to do so.

"May I?" His sudden lead brought you back to the moment, was that eagerness?

He stepped up, his large build taking all the space left in the door frame, his closeness was overwhelming, everytime you were this close it was because one of you were on the verge of passing out after a hunt bleeding or hurt. This was new.

His hand reached your hair softly gliding his fingers against it making you shiver, the boldness of the huntress melted with his touch, you felt like a woman for once since a while, with desire and needs, in front of the one you'd want for years.

Your eyes never leaving his until they closed on their own as his warmth submerged you. His plump lips were so soft against your own, he was gentle yet bold, his other reached for your ribs, his thumb resting under your breast. At this point you were but a puddle in his embrace, it was everything and more than you've imagined. He backed you up against the wall gently, still kissing you fervently. Finding back your spirit you counter back sliding your lips open to a searing kiss.

To say that it wasn't what you expected for a mistletoe-kiss coming from an Angel would be a huge euphemism. You were expecting a smooch at least, definitely not that intensity. And hearing the disgusted groans in the background neither the brothers.

Eyes fluttering open Castiel was still holding you, his lips inches from yours. Already watching your features for any kind of discomfort. If anyone were to talked to you right now, you'd hear nothing but the thumps of your heart.

He had learn so much while watching humans, their emotions and feelings, it had changed him from the unemotional angel he used to be. All this time you thought you could never have something real with him, but seeing and feeling his devotion within this kiss, maybe it wasn't too late

Castiel's intense blue eyes were staring deep into yours, hypnotising you. He saw the tiniest gasp leaving your lips as he spoke, his deep voice reaching to the treshold of your intimacy.

"I like this tradition,"

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[freelancearsonist]

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