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scoonsalicious · 23 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 16, Unaccompanied - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language.

Word Count: 977

Previously On...: You felt even worse when Bucky revealed that Carthage had someone weaseled her way onto the Quinjet to join him on the Russia mission.

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“Hey, kiddo,” Tony greeted you as you entered his lab. He was surrounded by bits and pieces of various tech, obviously in the middle of some experimentation. “How are you feeling? Obviously good enough to be walking around. I’m glad you’re here, actually– I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“I thought Carthage was benched, Tony!” you interrupted, ignoring his greeting. Rhodey had been making a slow, but steady, recovery, but as far as you knew, Tony had not lifted his blanket ban on keeping Jade grounded from further missions. Tony frowned at you. “She is,” he said, giving you a puzzled look.

“Then why the fuck is she on the Quinjet with Bucky on the way to Moscow right this minute?” you asked, accusation clouding your words.

Tony put down the electronic components he’d been holding. “Well, I certainly didn’t approve it. I only just got you to forgive me. You think I want to willingly make you even more pissed?”

“Well, someone did,” you said. Your arms were crossed over your chest and you were pouting like a petulant child.

“I’ll look into it,” he promised, “but don’t overlook the possibility that she took it upon herself to stow away. Not just to get some alone time with Barnes, but to get herself back on the mission roster, too.”

You hadn’t considered that, but now that you did, you wouldn’t have put it past her at all. “Thanks,” you huffed.

“Why do you even care, though?” he asked. “I thought you two broke up. Can’t believe you still won’t tell me why, by the way.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Because it’s not your business, Boss,” you told him. Truthfully, you wanted to confide in Tony, to tell him what Bucky had done, what he had said, so you could bask in the comfort you knew he would offer you, but you truly believed that, if he knew the full truth, there was a very good chance Tony would actually try to murder Bucky. You might not be prepared to fully forgive him, or be with him again, but you certainly didn’t want him dead. And honestly? The last time the two had gone up against one another, it hadn’t ended so well for Tony, either. You doubted Bucky would purposefully hurt him– he wouldn’t do that to you– but you’d never forgive yourself if Tony got himself injured because of you.

“Pfft,” Tony scoffed. “Not my business? What kind of pseudo-big brother would I be if I didn’t look out for my pseudo-little sister? Besides, you think I don’t already know it has to do with him and Carthage being a little too close?”

“Tony,” you warned. “Just find out how she got on that Quinjet, okay? Please?”

“Finnnnnne,” Tony conceded with a roll of his eyes. “You’re lucky I still feel guilty about that med bay incident.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I really appreciate it.”

“With that out of the way,” he said, sliding his rolling stool over to you, “I need a favor.”

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to Tony to ask for a favor in your moment of turmoil. “Go on,” you urged him.

“The annual shareholder gala is on Saturday,” he told you. You nodded, knowing that the event was upcoming. You’d been planning on being away on the mission, so you hadn’t given it much thought. “Big topic of conversation’s going to be your C-PAS. I want you to be there to talk it up, get the investors excited about it so they’ll open their wallets.”

“Ugh, Tony,” you groaned, “you know I fucking hate schmoozing. Can’t you do it? You’re so much better at bullshitting rich people than I am! Besides, I’m sick. What if I throw up on everyone important? Is that really a risk you’re willing to take? Think of the optics.”

Tony rolled his eyes at you. “We’ll load you up with anti nausea meds if we have to,” he reassured you, “so you’ll be fine for a couple of hours. Come on, Pocket. You’re my Chief Technical Officer. This program is your baby. No one is going to sell it as passionately as you. You know that. Don’t you want to show your hard work off?”

You considered it for a moment before dropping your arms and let out a groan. “Fiiiine,” you conceded. “But you’re really gonna owe me for this one, Stark.”

“I’ll buy you a pony,” he said with a smile.

“Oh my God, really?” you squealed. You knew he didn’t mean it, but you sure as shit were going to play into it.

“No,” Tony said, looking at you like you were a complete idiot. “Where the hell would we keep it?”

“I dunno.” Your expression turned into a sour pout. “You could buy a farm Upstate or something.”

“I suppose we could raise some sheep there,” he said thoughtfully.

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “That takes me back.”

Tony grinned at you. “So, all seriousness, what do you want in exchange for a few hours of your time on Saturday?”

“Buy me a new dress,” you said. “And shoes.”

“That’s it?” he asked, sounding somewhat disappointed, as though he’d expected you to ask for a yacht or some such thing. Maybe you did need to up your asking game.

“Okay, how’s this– new dress, shoes, handbag and jewelry, PLUS,” you added with a pointed look, “official write ups in Carthage’s file listing her as unfit to continue beyond her probationary period for recklessness and conduct unbecoming an Avenger. Enough to guarantee no amount of votes will allow her to stay.”

Tony put a hand on your shoulder. “My dear Pocket,” he said, smirk growing wider, “here I was hoping you were going to ask me for something difficult. It would be my pleasure.”

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haleyhunwritingss · 2 years

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Rough Morning

UPDATE: HI GUYS<3 This is a repost from my old blog (@haleyhunwritess) I'm going to be repost a lot more fics, please try to promote them and this new account if you possibly can🥺

Pairings: Daddy!stucky x Little!reader

Warning: little reader, dd/lg themes, talk about nightmares

A/N: Ahhh this is my first fic, so pleaseeeee don’t hate me if the writing is awful. I literally wrote this just now and it’s like 2am. If anyone wants any more fics like this then let me know<33

It was almost noon but Bucky was still sleeping on the couch. You couldn’t really blame him since he spent hours trying to go to sleep, only to be woken up by the same nightmares again. In an effort to distract his mind, he moved to the living room and decided to watch a movie with them his little and Steve. Eventually he was able to fall asleep after he had a chance to calm down a bit.

However, he quickly woke up after hearing dome loud noises coming from the front door, making him smile knowing that it was most likely Y/N and Steve coming back home from the cafe with some breakfast.He rubbed his eyes a bit to fully wake himself up before getting off the couch to walk to the front door to greet them, however, he stopped himself when he heard Steve’s voice.

“Go to your room. Right now. If I hear another sound come out of that troublesome mouth of yours I promise I will have you bent over my knee within seconds.” As soon as Bucky heard this he knew you must have really pissed Steve off, given that he’s the less stricter of the two he’d never yell at you like that unless he had a good reason.

“B-but Daddy what about brunc-“

“What did I just say little girl? You know what, you’re clearly not taking this seriously. Let’s see if you’re still bratty after a little trip over my knee huh?” Bucky couldn’t just keep listening anymore and quickly walked over to them to try to diffuse the situation a bit.

“Hey hey! Stop it Steve. What happened?” Bucky quickly picked you up while talking to Steve, noticing the tears building up in your eyes. He could tell that it was breaking Steve’s heart to see you this upset but he still kept his angry face on.

“Why don’t you ask little miss brat why she is about to have a sore bum with my handprint on it” Steve huffed and grabbed his coffee cup before storming off upstairs.

“Babydoll? Hey it’s okay…it’s alright baby…Dada is here. What’s going in that pretty little head of yours huh? Tell Dada what happened please” Bucky quickly wraps his arms around you, engulfing you into a tight embrace while you softly cry on his shoulder.

“I-I told Daddy t-that…that he was being a meanie a-and said a bad word at t-the cafe b-because h-he wouldn’t let me have a c-cookie…and Daddy w-warned me to stop it or he’d h-gave to punish me…but I k-kept going and t-threw a tantrum a-and embarrassed Daddy…” You try to explain what happened while sobbing loudly, with Bucky hushing your cries and gently rubbing your back.

“Sweetheart…you know we don’t throw tantrums, right? Okay, stop it. No more tears. Okay, doll?” He sits down on the couch and sits you on his lap, gently wiping away your tears.

“B-but I make Daddy a-angry a-a-and Daddy hate me now!” You start to sob even louder, making Bucky wince slightly.

“Sweetness, I don’t hate you.”

You and Bucky both turn to look at the stairs, realizing Steve came back downstairs and heard your entire conversation. You quickly get up from Bucky’s lap and walk over to Steve, raising your arms in the hopes that he’ll pick you up. He quickly picks you up and hugs you tightly while shushing your sobs and whispering sweet words in your ears.

“Darling, I don’t hate you. Although it wasn’t okay for you to throw a tantrum, it may not have been that big of a deal for you to have a tiny bit of sugar in the morning. However, you have to ask me nicely, and if I say no then there are no tantrums. Is that understood?” Steve looks down at you and you quickly nod your head, sniffling a bit while wiping the tears away.

“All this over a bit of sugar in the morning? I thought I was the strict one” Bucky stifles a laugh when Steve glares back at him.

“Steve, I’m just kidding! It’s okay, I get it. You guys barely got any sleep last night, and yeah I’ll admit that’s mostly my fault, so I get it. It’s fine, it was a rough morning but I’m sure she’s learnt her lesson. Right, babydoll?” You quickly nod at Bucky, while trying not to frown when you hear him say it’s his fault for keeping you up.

“Buck you know it’s not your fault. We were both having trouble sleeping last night so that’s on both of us, and you can’t control your nightmares you know that. It was a rough morning but it’s over now. I think we could all really just use some rest. What do you say, baby?” Steve looked down at you, and chuckled lightly when he realized you already fell asleep.

“God she’s precious.” Bucky smiled and took you from Steve’s arms, giving you a kiss on your forehead before putting you down on the couch and placing a soft blanket over you. He turned back to Steve who still looked a bit upset.

“Look I’m sorry…you’re right, we were both feeling a bit stressed last night so we put her to bed late, and we couldn’t even sleep until almost 4am. It was no one’s fault, I just felt kinda bad…you know I can’t stand her crying, it’s heartbreaking.” Bucky looked back at your sleeping figure, feeling a bit guilty for all your tears earlier.

“I know…I feel awful. I’ll try to make it up to her when she wakes up. She definitely still needs to be punished for that tantrum she threw at the cafe. God you should’ve seen the looks we got in there! That’s it I’m taking away some of her stuffies for a week! Well…maybe not a week…I mean she does love her tea parties and I think she’d be even more grumpy if I did that…what if I take them away for fiv-four days? Hmm but that’s still too much…Buck how about if I take her pacis- Buck? Did you fall asleep?” Steve looks over to the couch and rolls his eyes when he sees you and Bucky asleep and cuddling on the couch.

“Alright…where is that sharpie now? It’s time for a little revenge.”

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shreddedparchment · 2 years

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Perennial Pt.18

All Night Long

07/03/2022

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: smut, language, fluff, Bucky's metal arm

A/N: We all need reader's shop to reopen so she can get back to making pretty flower bouquets. On a different note, this is my first bit of smut in a hot minute. haha I don't know how it reads and I kinda feel like it's too short. Anywho, enjoy! Let me know what you think! xoxo

PLEASE do NOT repost, translate, or copy my fics to other sites or blogs!!

You're famous. Well, not on your own merit. You're famous for dating Bucky.

You find yourself happy that the shop is closed for the expansion as a lot of people loiter there for the first few days.

Bucky doesn't have it easy either. He's asked about you every time he goes out and often gets well wishes which is sweet.

"I hope you and the flower shop girl never break up."

The hopeless romantics of the world are so pleased that the Winter Soldier has found love. And aside from some intrusive questions about how your relationship started, it isn't unpleasant to deal with the new added fame.

Sometimes you catch Bucky worrying but what about he won't say and he makes you forget easily with some kisses and…other stuff.

Like his fans, you're pretty happy too.

Despite all of the attention, at this moment, all you really want is Bucky’s.

Coming to one of the dinner parties at the tower isn't as distracting as you'd hoped and all you can think about is getting Bucky back home.

All you can think about lately is getting him naked and you chalk it up to the honeymoon phase of your newly formed relationship but also, he's so freaking hot.

He seems distracted too, barely paying attention to whatever Sam and Steve are saying as they all sit around a cards table.

Bucky’s hand is loose around his cards but the way he strokes the thick paper's edge with his metal pointer finger has you biting your lip.

“You hear me?” Sam asks, his voice carrying over to your seat beside Rhodey who is going on about some mission with a tank and dropping it from the sky or something.

You’re not paying attention.

“Buck?” Steve is quieter but you can see him mouth the nickname.

Both of them follow Bucky’s eyeline and you shyly look away, somewhat flustered at being caught gazing at your boyfriend.

You're hoping they can't see where your thoughts are.

Your stomach flutters at the word boyfriend.

Every time you think it, it feels like a dream. Your boyfriend!

“I guess he’s too famous now to pay us any mind, Steve.” Sam sighs, speaking loudly enough again that you can hear him.

You however, turn your eyes back on Rhodey and Tony who are now arguing about how the tank story needs to be taken out of Rhodey’s rotation of party stories.

“You tell it every time I throw a party. Who here hasn’t heard that story? Can’t you add something? A love story? Maybe you sweep into some castle and steal a kiss from some hot little princess?”

“That wouldn’t be accurate to what happened Tony.” Rhodey deadpans.

“Have you always been this boring?” Tony asks him.

“Have you always been this annoying?” Rhodey counters.

Across the room Steve has leaned back in his seat, arms crossed as he nods.

“I always knew one of you would abandon the team for fame. I never thought it would be Bucky.”

When Bucky doesn’t look away from you as you steal another peek, Sam reaches out and slaps his shoulder.

“How’s it feel to be famous for hooking up with the flower girl, Barnes?”

Something about the phrase “hooking up with the flower girl” gets Bucky’s attention and he finally turns to look at Sam with a somewhat dazed expression.

“What?” he asks, voice slightly high.

Sam smiles and shakes his head before giving a nod in your direction.

“Man, why don’t you just go get your girl and get outta here? Dinner’s over and Tony won’t miss the two of you. He’s too busy fighting with Rhodes.”

Steve looks over at them and you follow his gaze to see Rhodey and Tony have gotten to their feet and are moving towards the pool table now bickering about who’s got the better break.

Apparently they don’t have to tell him twice. You see him rise from the seat, dropping his cards to flop onto the table face up.

“You had a straight?!” Sam calls out in shock but Bucky is focused. Winning hand be damned.

You turn to look up at him as he reaches you and he offers it to you, “Come on, kid. Let’s go home.”

“Won’t it be rude to leave this early?” you look around but everyone is having too much fun just hanging out to pay you two any real mind.

Steve and Sam have already gotten up to join Tony and Rhodey at the pool table.

“Nah, come on. Let’s get outta here.”

You take Bucky’s hand and he pulls you to your feet before disappearing off to get your coat while you find Pepper and say bye. The party was great and you can’t wait to text Kamala tomorrow about how you had dinner and drinks with the Avengers but you are so ready to get Bucky home.

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Tickles along your thigh bring goosebumps across your skin as you try to ignore the way Bucky’s fingers find just the right spots between your legs. He’s not touching you fully yet, just tracing small shapes into the soft jiggly flesh of your thighs as he slides his hand up and down slowly sliding closer and closer to your sweet spot.

If you had been wearing pants, this would be much more difficult for Bucky to do.

As it is, your short black floral party dress gives him easy access and just as you’re about to readjust your coat around your chilly arms, Bucky’s fingers make purchase and he runs his middle finger up and down your soaked panties.

“Bucky,” you beg, reaching down to grab hold of his wrist as his searching drives your legs apart a bit more.

“You were so good with everyone tonight,” he tells you, voice so low that you feel it in your chest.

The praise has an unexpected effect on you and you throw your head back against the seat of the car wishing this ride was over already.

There’s the added bonus that the driver up front is on the phone so he’s not paying the two of you any mind.

You peek at him but Bucky’s probing finger brings your attention back down as he pushes your panties aside and slips his tip into the aroused mess between your legs. Gasping quietly, you reach up to put your hand over your mouth as the slightly colder temperature shocks you for a moment. You can feel how wet you are and it’s so embarrassing.

Again you glance at the driver but Bucky scoots closer and takes his hand back only to wrap his left arm around your shoulders and as he leans in to kiss your temple, he slips his right hand between your legs to resume his fondling.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you all night long,” he whispers for you, sliding his finger into you slowly as he uses his thumb to rub slow circles around your clit.

“Bucky,” you beg again, turning your head to look at him.

He licks his lips but doesn’t kiss you, instead he stares at you as he pumps his finger into you, watching your mouth widen as he pulls you closer and closer to a climax.

He keeps his movements small and contained, turning to almost face his body towards you to shield his doings from the driver should he turn and look.

“You’re so wet for me, sugar,” he tells you, rubbing his nose against yours as he speeds up, slipping a second finger inside of you as he uses his palm to press against your clit.

You shut your eyes, willing yourself to keep quiet as the sounds of your arousal get louder. It's unmistakable, but is it loud enough for the driver to hear?

“Come for me, sugar.” Bucky demands.

“Fuck…” you whine, opening your eyes to glare at him for bringing you to this point in the back of a cab.

He smirks, and presses a little more against you, curling his fingers up just right and the dam bursts.

You squeeze his wrist, digging your nails into his skin without control as you come undone in his arms.

You gasp and he breathes with you, mouths open as he watches you fall to pieces.

You tremble and shake as he overstimulates you then lovingly pulls his fingers out of you and fixes your underwear.

“That’s my good girl,” he says and you grit your teeth against the high you’re riding.

How the hell can he tell you these things with a straight face?!

“I hate you,” you tell him, more eager than before to get him back to his bed.

Without warning he slips his fingers into his mouth, tasting you slowly before drawing them out as he savors it.

“You gotta say it like you mean it, kid.” He smiles and leans in to give you a peck as the cab slows and parks.

Bucky pays the man then exits on his side before moving around to help you out from yours, on the surface he's back to being the gentleman you know and love.

You very nearly buckle as you stand, legs weak after his fun, but he catches you and helps you straighten up.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you," says the lewd devil underneath.

You shake your head, reaching down to take his metal hand.

“Oh, no. I’ve got you Barnes, for the rest of the night. And you’re gonna pay for that little stunt.”

“I hope you’re charging me interest.” Bucky chuckles and despite your threat, you’re fairly sure that he’s going to get the upper hand again.

Honestly? You’re gonna let him.

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Bucky has you pinned to the island, his hands yanking at the sash behind your dress before he starts to fumble with the buttons, exposing your back slowly.

With each new button he leans down to kiss your skin, his tongue making sloppy circles as your own hands fumble with the belt of his pants.

The clink of it coming undone is deafening.

Finally you get his button and the zipper, a skill you didn't know you had having never undressed someone behind your back before.

"Screw the dress Bucky just hurry up and fuck me," you urge him impatiently while trying to push his pants down.

Bucky abandons your dress as he pushes them to the ground.

He flicks your skirt up, underwear long since left on the hallway floor on your way in.

You can feel his hips press against your cheeks and then the hard heated bulb of his cock pressing and sliding against your lower lips as he lubricates before lining himself up.

He presses slowly and your cunt can't help but shape itself to him. He groans as he pushes in further, pressing his hand into the center of your back as you lay forward against the counter and rise to the tips of your toes as he fills you completely.

He stays there, buried within you for what feels like ages.

"Bucky…" You plead, desperate.

"You feel so good, sugar."

His words only make it worse and you squirm.

Bucky slides back and then thrusts forward, the slap of your ass against his hips is soft but your moans are anything but quiet.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry and grip the counter.

You can feel your legs shaking as he pushes into you over and over his hands gripping your hips so tight yet slipping on the fabric of your dress.

His breathing grows heavy and rough. He leans forward, lips kissing your back again as his massive body engulfs you from behind.

His hands slide up along your sides before hooking into the front of your dress and he yanks it down, exposing your breasts which he quickly cups and massages with an urgent fervor.

He pulls you up off of the counter, your back arching as he fucks you hard but fondles your chest and tweaks your nipples into hard round pebbles.

"Kiss me, sugar," Bucky pleads and it surprises you how much emotion is in his voice.

There's real desire there. He really wants a kiss.

Turning your head to the side to look back at him, he leans forward and wraps his metal hand around your neck holding you in place as he dips down, tongue first, to meet your kiss.

There's so much happening and so many sensations your mind is overwhelmed. His cock is hard and relentless, his hand on your breast demanding, his mouth eager, and his metal hand so tight to hold you still.

"I'm coming," he whispers, leaning his forehead against the side of your head as his hips move deeper and his flesh hand grips your hip.

"Oh, Bucky…" You whimper, reaching for his wrists to hold yourself up.

"Come for me sugar. I'm gonna fill you up," he grunts and it's too much.

You shudder as he continues to plunge in and out, your body shaking against his as you come undone again.

You can feel your body go limp but Bucky thrusts a few more times before you feel him spill into you. The heat makes you shiver and he falls forward with you beneath him, pinned to the counter as he gasps for breath.

"More," you swallow hard, catch your breath and push against his large form.

Turning you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his lips slowly.

"I want more," you tell him and he smiles, stunning you with dazed steel blue eyes.

"Anything you want, kid. I can go all night for you."

He stoops down and hooks his arms behind your thighs and lifts you up onto the counter before settling between your legs again.

"Just say when," he warns and tears you open again.

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thatfanficstuff · 2 years

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So, while I absolutely adore everything that you write, some of my favorite favorites are the poly things. Especially the Wanda X Reader x Bucky... Could I possibly get something cute with that coupling because I've never seen it before your blog and now I live for it 🥰💖

Thank you friend! Here's a little drabble for you.

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Warning: deals with putting a homophobic bitch in her place, so yeah

Grouping: Winterwitch x Reader

You hated these events. Some fancy dinner that required dresses and dancing and being polite to the assholes that donated lots of money to charity for an evening with the Avengers. Tony was always signing all of you up for this shit.

You’d been hovering at the edges of the crowd since the event began and were more than ready to head home. Normally Bucky would be right there with you, but he’d been on a mission for the last two weeks. A soft bump to your side had your lips curving into a smile. “Hello, little witch,” you greeted without glancing at your girlfriend.

“Hello, love,” Wanda’s sweet accented voice answered. “How are you holding up?”

You sighed. “Fine.” She didn’t like these events any more than you did but was better about circulating so you tried not to complain.

She gave a soft laugh, the sound making your heart race a bit just as it did the first time you heard it. Her fingers laced with yours as she took your hand and leaned her head against your arm. A smile curved your lips before you could stop it.

“Come on. Let’s get you something to drink.” You led her to the bar and ordered for both of you.

As you waited, you turned her so her back was to your front and wrapped your arms around her waist. You pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder and heard someone scoff nearby. You arched a brow and glanced over to find an old woman with pinched features standing a few feet away glaring at the two of you.

You huffed a laugh and placed your mouth against Wanda’s ear. “We have an audience, my sweet.” She shivered at the feel of your breath against her skin and grasped your arms. You grinned against her skin as you ran kisses up the line of her throat.

“That’s disgusting,” the old woman. “You should be ashamed.”

You rolled your eyes and laced your fingers back with Wanda’s as you turned to get your drink from the bar. She pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips and you took the opportunity to deepen it however briefly. You had to maintain at least a little decorum after all.

“Go home. No one wants to see this depravity,” the woman said again, using up the little patience you had left.

You turned to tell her off but stopped when Bucky came to stand beside her, arms crossed over his chest as he looked you and Wanda over from top to bottom. He grinned when he met your eyes. You squeezed your girlfriend’s hand and she looked at you before following your line of sight. A brilliant smile covered her face and you had to hold her in place. As much as you wanted to greet your boyfriend, you wanted to see what he was up to first.

“It’s really something, isn’t it? The things people get up to in public,” Buck said to the woman next to him as if he was in complete agreement with her idiocy.

She smiled as she turned to him, obviously happy to find someone of the same mindset. “Frankly, they wouldn’t be getting up to it in private either if I had my way.”

Bucky pursed his lips and rocked back on his heels. “Really? I don’t know. It really does something for me.”

The bitch snorted. “What? Seeing two women kiss? Figures.”

“No. Seeing my girlfriends in love with each other.”

She paled and her mouth dropped open a bit before she pulled herself together. “Girlfriends?”

He grinned again and winked at the two of you. “Yeah, both of them at the same time. You wouldn’t believe what we can get up to.”

At that you lost it and burst into laughter, Wanda following along. The two of you moved into his arms as he opened them for you. You snuggled into his sides as he held you close. “Missed you,” he said as he kissed the top of your heads.

As if you’d planned it, you kissed his cheeks in unison. “Missed you too, baby,” you whispered against his skin.

He glanced around and pouted. “I think we lost our audience. Shame, I was so enjoying the conversation.”

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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Chrome & Leather - Chapter 12

Pairing: OFC x Billy, OFC x Steve

Summary: Jessie finds herself slowly trying to pick up the pieces of her life. At times she thought she could rely on friends and family, but she finds herself relying on Billy instead. Their friendship starts slowly but builds into him being around her all the time. Jessie is now even noticing the way he looks and can’t figure out if it's hormones or if she is falling for the Sheriff. Feelings or not, Jessie comes to find herself leaning on him more as she welcomes her baby.

Word Count: 2896

Warnings: Mention of flashback, some guilt, fluff, slowly falling in love

A/N: Please keep in mind the pairings that are listed. We are going to see a shift in the story and I don’t want people mad for not realizing this. This is my first fic with an original female character, Jessie Barnes. Face claim for Jessie Barnes is model Jessy Hartel.

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How could something so good and pure fall apart in the blink of an eye? The love of Jessie’s life who had just proposed not long ago now tells her that she meant nothing to him. Her right-hand rubs softly over her small belly that carries Steve’s child. He doesn’t want them anymore, something he had made very clear. At first, she thought it was just the news from the guilty verdict that set him off. Knowing that he would be in jail for the child’s life would surely break him down mentally. But, she had promised to wait for him.

Jessie tried to visit him the next day but was told she was no longer on the visitor list. After a few weeks, she tried again, but still nothing. It wasn’t until she got a letter from Steve telling her to, “stop being pathetic and accept I don’t want either of you,” that the news sunk in. They didn’t matter to him and that was something she would have to accept.

Now all Jessie can do is sit in silence on her porch, staring into the distance with tears in her eyes at nothing in particular. She would have to do this alone. Of course, Nat, Winnie, and her friends told her they would be with her every step of the way, that Steve just needed time, but now sitting here she realized it was going to be just her and the baby. Her friends wouldn’t want to be around her when they could all go down to the bar and drink. Winnie was still grieving and trying to get the last of the renovations done at the diner. Both women had learned Becca made them beneficiaries of her life insurance policy totaling two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Leaving one hundred and twenty-five thousand for each of them. Until the diner reopens again in a couple of weeks they both can do what they need to grieve and pick up the pieces of their lives again.

As of now Nat and Jessie were forced into seeing the day-to-day operations of the mechanic shop. Bucky and Steve signed over their business to the two women hoping it would help them financially. Nat naturally understood how the business was run and had Tony help her if she needed it. To distance itself from the men in jail they changed the name of the shop after the biker club, The Howling Commandos. With Bucky and Steve both out of the picture, they hired on two more employees, Loki who had stayed to help his brother Thor and nineteen-year-old Peter Parker who had been a friend of Tony’s. With the shop at full staff, it was time for them all to work hard and move on.

Though moving on was something Nat refused to do. She found an old friend who had just become a lawyer that she knew from high school and was now back in town opening an office. Smiling to herself Nat left the manager's office to go visit Matthew Murdock.

It had been over a month now that the diner was once again open to the public after being closed for renovations. When they first opened bright and early their normal customers were not there to greet them for breakfast. Jessie, Wanda, Sharon, and Pietro waited for someone to come in but still, they were empty. Jessie worried that the diner was going to be hard to bring back after what took place here. She still has flashbacks of holding her sister's dying body just a few feet from where she stood. Now Jessie stood there rubbing her belly at four months pregnant pondering her future. Being a single mom and pregnant in a small town was already frowned upon. Though in her case it was one thing having a child out of wedlock but to have a child by someone who was convicted of murder, well that was the icing on the cake. The town folks didn’t hide their distaste for her when she went shopping at the grocery store.

Snapping back out of her thoughts Jessie noticed it was now 7 am and was just starting to feel nervous when Billy and his deputies walked in. Jessie walked over to them and smiled, letting them sit in their usual section. Together Wanda and Jessie worked to help all five men and get their orders in.

Jessie set Billy’s coffee down in front of him. “Thank you for showing up. I know how people feel right now about this diner or at least the family that owns it.”

“Don’t worry about what others say. Time will fly by and people will be back in here again. Just wait and see. Right guys?” Billy asked his men who shook their heads and agreed. He looked back at Jessie. “Besides, I have to make an announcement at the Sheriff's department later as I have a new Assistant Sheriff being named today. Since I have the press showing up I’ll be sure to name drop the diner.” He winked at Jessie as she looked at him in shock.

“You don’t have to do that. Just focus on your new Assistant Sheriff and remember to play nice.” Jessie went to the kitchen to help Wanda bring their food out. The women hurried with serving each man his plate and refilling their cups.

Billy smirked at her as she filled his coffee. “I always play nice sweetheart. I’m not the problem. The problem is finding someone to take orders and do their job correctly.”

Once seeing everyone was settled in with their food Jessie couldn’t help the smirk that formed on her face as she stood with a hand on her hip. “Let’s be honest, how long has it been for you trying to fill that position? A year or two? It sounds like you can’t keep the help.”

“I don’t want help, sweetheart. I need someone with…skills to know what to do in that position.” The way Billy said the last word had her suck in a quick breath as everyone at the table looked between him and her. Jessie turned bright red as she bolted to the back office.

Later that evening it was announced in front of the town that Frank Castle would serve as the new Assistant Sheriff. Of course, Jessie and her friends were happy to see Frank back in town. He had also gone off to join the military at one point and came back to live in the town one over from them. Frank married and had kids until someone murdered them. He was set on throwing himself into work and trying to find who had killed his family.

A part of Jessie wanted to bring up Bucky and Steve’s case but she was afraid of stirring the pot on a crime that shook the town. Instead, Jessie would find herself that night handwriting an anonymous letter detailing the case from beginning to end. If anyone was going to work hard on a case of former friends it would be him. It was a few weeks later after she left the note for Frank that she learned from her ma’ that a new lawyer named Matt Murdock had already accepted the case pro-bono. According to Winnie, it would take up to a couple of years for the lawyer to really dig deep. Jessie was happy to hear this news but it still didn’t change her relationship or lack of one with Steve.

So Jessie continued to work through her pregnancy. She wasn’t sure at first if she wanted to know the sex of the baby but now Jessie was dying to know. On the day she was going to find out Winnie ended up sick with a cold, leaving Jessie to go alone. That was until she ran into Billy at the hospital. Small talk turned into what she was there for and he insisted on being there for her. At first, she declined but the more Jessie thought about being alone she accepted his offer. An hour later with tears falling down her face, she found out she was having a boy. The baby was healthy and perfect, which is all that she wanted. The doctor printed the picture so she could show her ma’.

Leaving the doctor's office Jessie wiped her tears of joy away as Billy joined her outside. Jessie looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you for coming with me. I know you probably had better things to do but that meant a lot not going alone.”

Billy smiled back at her and took in her glowing features. “Honestly, this was more important than what I was doing. I’m happy the baby and you are healthy. Seeing the baby on the screen, well, it took my breath away. I’ve never seen something so innocent before and I’m thankful you shared that with me.”

Her stomach fluttered at his words, whether it was the baby or not she will never know. But, his words had so much meaning behind them that she started to blush from how his brown eyes looked her over. Unlike her friends and ma, Jessie held no ill will against Billy for testifying in court against her brother and Steve. In her eyes, he was only doing what the law required him to do. Sure she was upset in the beginning but she reminded herself it was Bucky and Steve who got into trouble. Now, Billy was just a friend trying to help her out and that meant the world to her.

“I-I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. It would be my way of thanking you for coming with me today. Don’t feel obligated if you’re busy.” Jessie spoke fast, trying to get the words out as she felt nervous. Why was she all of a sudden nervous around Billy? He was the same man she has known her entire life.

Billy stepped closer to her and lifted his hand, tucking the stray hair behind her ear gently. When she sucked in a breath from his touch he smiled. “I would love nothing more than to come over for dinner.”

Jessie let her breath out and beamed back at him. “Come over anytime after 5 pm. Dinner will be ready after 6 pm.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Billy watched as Jessie returned to her truck safely before he left. Finally, he could start working on getting the future with her that he always deserved.

Billy showed up on time at Jessie’s place that evening. His brown eyes took in her glowing form in a pretty sundress that hugged her hips, breasts, and baby bump perfectly. In his mind, she was wearing it just for him. “You’re absolutely stunning sweetheart,” he said, while handing her an arrangement of wildflowers.

She brought the flowers to her nose and inhaled the scent. “Thank you, this is sweet. Come on, dinner is almost ready. I made homemade lasagna and pie for dessert.” Jessie grabbed a glass vase and placed the flowers in them and brought them over to set on the dining room table.

“Smells delicious.” He sniffed the air and lightly moaned in satisfaction from the smell. Jessie couldn’t help but blush from his reaction. It’s been a while since someone complimented her cooking.

The night rolled on and was perfect from dinner to small talk. Billy was right, it really was delicious and with her cooking, he swore he would never eat again. He had asked about the baby and things that she would eventually need. Little did she know he was taking inventory so he could help her out. What a helpful friend he would be if he started offering his services to her. To not scare her he would have to start small and go from there. She will eventually make the perfect little housewife for him. Oh, he would do the right thing by her by marrying her and taking this baby as his own. But then he would want her round and pregnant with his own child. They would be the perfect family in this town and if anyone would look at her sideways then they would have to deal with him. This was his town and no one would cross him ever again.

After dessert he noticed her starting to get tired, Jessie was laying back against the couch and lightly caressing her belly. The moment was so beautiful that he decided to go home before he tainted it. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and thanked her again for the meal. Leaving her house was hard for him but he knew this was the start of something between them.

Slowly over the next five months, Jessie and Billy formed a close friendship. One that she realized she had missed immensely. They each took turns cooking for one another, Jessie loved that he was a talented home cook. Billy was giving Jessie something that she thought she lost with Steve, a life again. Both Billy and Jessie looked forward to seeing each other every day whether it be him visiting the diner while she worked or their normal dinners together. Though once Jessie started Lamaze classes it threw their nights off temporarily.

One evening after work Jessie was waiting for Nat to bring her to Lamaze classes, but unfortunately, Nat had to stay late at the garage due to an issue with a deputy's car. Billy just so happened to be finishing up dinner when he heard the dilemma. It was then that he offered to go with her, despite her protest of it being boring. Thankfully, he persuaded her to let him attend with her. That’s how she found herself every week now going to classes with him. Not that Nat was a bad support system but something about going with a man helped her relax more.

Lamaze classes eventually made their way into official small dates. This was the first time since Steve broke her heart that she felt needed. Maybe it was the hormones but she loved Billy coming over all the time especially now that he is putting together the furniture she needed for the baby's room. There was something about Billy working in a tank top, his muscular arms on display, as he screwed two pieces of wood together to make the frame of the crib. Jessie caught herself licking her lips at times when she watched him. Once again she blamed it on hormones. As she left the room Billy watched her leave and he couldn’t help but grin to himself. He knew the effect he was having on her and he would continue to play up to it.

By the time she knew it, Jessie was nine months pregnant. Everything was now hurting, nothing made her comfortable and Jessie just couldn’t work as much. But by then it was okay as the diner was now back to normal thanks to Billy and his announcement months earlier. They had everyone in town packing the diner, especially during lunch and dinner services. Winnie had even thanked the good Sheriff for saving the family diner.

Billy was now spending every day with Jessie and helping her get the final touches done to the baby room. Jessie had everything she needed for the baby thanks to the baby shower thrown for her a week earlier and plus Billy still kept buying small things even when she told him not to. Winnie was happy to see Jessie smiling once again even if it was without Steve. Though the biker club was considerate to Jessie they just didn’t trust the Sheriff deep down inside and did whatever they could to avoid him.

One afternoon while she was at her ma’s place Jessie had finally gone into labor. Winnie whisked her daughter off to the hospital and called Billy, even though her ma insisted he wouldn’t want to be there for the birth. But she was wrong as Billy pushed his way to her room as if he were the father-to-be. Once Billy was by Jessie’s side he never left until finally, the baby made his way into the world.

Little Benjamin Grant Rogers was born weighing 7lbs 10oz and 18 inches long. He had soft patches of blonde hair on his head and bright blue eyes. His cry filled the room and brought tears to Jessie’s eyes.

When the doctors cleaned her up Billy walked over with Ben in his arms. The little boy was softly cooing in the larger man’s arms. The sight before her both made her happy and broke her heart. This should have been Steve holding his son but instead, it was Billy who she was slowly falling in love with. Maybe she didn’t need Steve to make everything perfect, maybe finding someone when you least expected it was what she needed.

Billy sat next to Jessie and placed Ben in her arms. He looked down at the woman he loved and Ben and kissed both their foreheads gently. Unbeknownst to the three of them, Winnie had taken a photo of them on her phone. This may not have been her first choice for Jessie but she definitely approves of Billy now.

Chapter 13

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 3 years

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sugar

Pairing: roommate!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You have another terrible date but luckily your roommate is around to help.

Warnings: pet names (sugar), smut; spanking, unprotected sex, choking. Bucky calls her a slut (lovingly) and has a filthy mouth. This blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's Note: I don’t know where this came from but I’m glad it happened. Maybe roommate!bucky should be a warning in itself. I’m actually so pleased with this so I hope you enjoy it! (word count: 2k)

Slamming the door closed you throw your keys on the table with a huff as you storm into the kitchen. Not even sparing a look at Bucky on the couch as he watches you with an amused grin.

“Bad date then, huh sugar?”

You don't need to see his face to know he was sporting a smug grin. Grabbing the bottle of tequila from the cupboard you make sure to slam the door for good measure before stomping over to the couch and plopping yourself down next to Bucky. Taking the cap of the bottle you drink some, your face screwing up at the bitter taste, coughing slightly after you swallow.

“That bad?” Bucky chuckles, “I told you to get rid of that app, it’s full of creeps.”

Bucky scoffs in mock outrage, “I’m hurt you’d even think that of me, sugar.”

You take another swig before leveling him with a murderous stare, much to his amusement.

“At this rate I’m starting to believe all men are creeps.”

Rolling your eyes you take another sip before Bucky takes the bottle from you, “oh give it a rest Barnes, you’re the creepiest of them all.”

He laughs around the rim of the bottle before taking a drink, “come on then, what happened?”

Leaning your head back on the sofa, right where Bucky’s hand was, you sigh as he starts playing with your hair.

“Well for starters, he looked nothing like his photo! He was actually about 10 years older than he said as well, and then he was super rude to the poor waitress. I didn’t even tell him I was leaving, I said I needed to use the restroom and just bolted,” you chuckle, causing Bucky to let out a loud laugh.

“Oh, I told you it was going to be that bad! You just didn’t listen to me,” he gloats, tugging on your hair slightly which has you biting back a moan.

It had been months since you’d seen some action. You’d downloaded Tinder in the hopes of finding someone fun to fill the time. Unfortunately all you’d managed to find were very questionable men. Even having to call Bucky to come save you once when one guy just wouldn’t take no for an answer. You were wound up so tight and living with Bucky did not help. Seeing him everyday walking around without a shirt on, sweatpants low on his hips, you couldn’t even get yourself off properly with how thin the walls were.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Bucky laughs, waving his hand in front of your face.

You feel your cheeks heating up as you shake all thoughts of your roommate out of your head. Grabbing the bottle of tequila out of his hand and taking another huge gulp.

“Damn, sugar. That making you feel better?”

“Shut up, Barnes,” you huff.

“Grab that blanket and I’ll put a movie on, take your mind off things.”

“Can it be a horror film?” you ask.

“God no, I’m tired of you always picking horror films. We’ll watch that new movie you said you wanted to watch.”

Grabbing the blanket you pull it over your bare legs, laying it over Bucky’s as well. “Aw Buck, you scared?” you tease.

“Watch it, sugar.” he warns, “I don’t get scared by them, but you do and I can’t handle you screaming directly in my ear.”

You giggle as you take another sip, you could already feel the warmth of the alcohol working through your body. Your limbs feel looser as you stretch out, your hand landing on Bucky’s thigh.

He shoots you a wink before taking the bottle from you, taking a sip of his own. You could tell he was feeling the effects too, his cheeks starting to get rosy.

As Bucky was focused on the screen, you were focused on Bucky. The sharp cut of his jawline, covered in dark stubble that you wanted to feel under your palms, and between your legs. You breath quickened at the thought as you unconsciously squeeze his thigh.

You almost miss the way his breath hitches as he turns his gaze towards you, his deep blue eyes darkening slightly.

“I know you haven’t gotten any in a while sugar, but we're not doing this tonight, gotta say you’re just not my type.”

If it wasn’t for the smirk on his face and the fact that you basically knew him inside and out, you would have taken offence.

“Oh is that so?”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re my best friend and you’ve got a great ass but I just don’t see it, sugar.”

Feeling more confident from the alcohol, you squeeze his thigh again, “we’ll see, Barnes.”

Turning your attention back to the TV you leave your hand where it was on Bucky’s thigh. After a couple of minutes you decide to have some fun. You start to rub your fingers gently against his inner thigh, edging higher and higher each time. Your confidence only growing as Bucky’s breathing gets heavier, a whispered fuck falling from his lips.

“What are you doing?” he almost groans. You could feel his control starting to slip as your hand moved a little higher again. “You’re getting a bit curious with your hand, sugar. I’m not sure you’ve thought this through.”

“I’m just looking for the remote, Buck,” you say, looking at him with your most innocent look, feeling yourself getting wetter as his eyes darken and his jaw ticks.

“Oh really?” he chuckles, “whatever you say, sugar. You won’t be able to get me hard anyway.”

You stop your hand then, “we’ll see about that,” you smirk before moving your hand higher again, so close to feeling the bulge in his pants.

Bucky sucks in a breath before growling at you, “if you keep going I swear I’m gonna beat your ass, sugar.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip snug between your teeth.

“But I think you’d like that a bit too much, wouldn’t you?”

The whimper was on the tip of your tongue but you were determined to make him break first. You’d both been dancing around each other for months, the sexual tension reaching critical levels.

“I’ve seen what’s in that box under your bed,” he teases as your eyes widen.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you stutter.

He leans back with a smug grin on his face as you sit there stunned. Shaking your head you decide to double down your efforts, you weren’t going to let him get the upper hand here. Taking the leap, you move your hand to cup his hard cock through his sweatpants, grinning when he lets out a choked gasp.

“Oh don’t play dumb sugar. You’re a naughty girl deep down aren’t you?”

You hadn’t realised he’d leaned closer to you, his lips brushing your cheek as he whispers the next words in your ear, “watch the damn movie, sugar.”

You couldn’t help the moans that came out with each crack of his hand against your bare ass.

“That’s it,” he growls, ripping the blanket off the both of you and pushing you onto your knees with your chest leaning against the arm of the couch and your dress bunched around your waist.

“I told you,” smack, “I was going to,” smack, “beat your ass,” smack, “if you didn’t stop.”

“This fucking ass, fuck,” he growls, hands spreading your cheeks. You moan as the cool air hit your soaked pussy. You’d never been this turned on.

“And no panties? You really are a naughty girl. Was you hoping for a quick fuck from your shit date, sugar?”

“Oh sugar, you’re something else aren’t you? Fuck,” he groans.

You whimper when he slaps your ass again, “took them off before I came in the door,” you admit.

As soon as you realised your date wasn’t who you thought, you were determined to do something about the sexual tension between you and Bucky. You just didn’t realise how easy that would be.

You jolt when you felt his fingers ghost across your slit, collecting your wetness and rubbing circles on your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“So fucking wet sugar, is that all for me?”

“Y-yes, all for you, fuck Buck! More, please,” you beg, pushing your hips back into his hand causing him to pull away and spank you again.

“You want more? Tell me, fucking tell me what you need,” he growl, bending over your back and leaving a bite on your shoulder.

“Need you to, fuck, need you to fuck me, please!”

“Such a good girl, sugar. Take your dress off,” he demands, lifting your dress so you could slip it over your head.

Grasping his cock he strokes it a few times, taking in the sight of you on your hands and knees, ass in the air just waiting to take whatever he was going to give you. God, he’d never been this hard in his fucking life.

“Fuck, I want you, sugar. Want you so fucking much.”

You could hear how ragged his breathing was and it sent a wave of pride rushing through you. “Please, Bucky, pl-please fuck me,” you plead.

He smacks your ass again before driving into you fully, stopping when he was fully seated inside of you to give you time to adjust. Bucky was by far the biggest you’d ever had but you were so damn turned on that he slid in without much resistance, the slight stretch felt so good it had you moaning loudly. Once you’d adjusted Bucky starts to move. His pace is brutal. His hips slapping against your sore ass. His grip on your hips bruising, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him.

“Oh fuck. Fuck yes,” he growls, rolling his hips at just the right angle to have your toes curling.

“Shit, buck, right there. Fuck, don’t stop,” you whine, moving your hips back to match his thrusts.

“Give me that throat, sugar. Give me your fucking throat,” he demands, pulling your head back by your hair to wrap his metal hand around your throat, squeezing when you clench around him.

“That’s it sugar, fuck yes, you’re my good girl, gonna, fuck, gonna fuck you in every room. Take you whenever I fucking feel like it.”

You cry out, hands gripping onto the side of the couch tightly as your thighs start to tremble.

“You like the sound of that don’t ya, sugar? Want to be my little fucking slut don’t ya. You’re not going to fucking wear panties in this apartment again are ya?” he taunts, gripping your throat tighter when you don't respond.

“Shit, no I won’t, I wo-won’t wear any!” you sob. You can feel the coil tightening inside you, edging closer and closer to the high you’d been craving.

“Good girl. My good fucking slut. You close, sugar? Want you to come with me, gonna fill this gorgeous pussy.”

His flesh hand comes around to rub tight circles on your clit which has you exploding around him instantly. Coating him in your slick as he rides you through your high, his hips stuttering as he reaches his end. You moan as you felt his warm release inside you.

Your arms give out as he lets go of your throat, falling flat onto the sofa when Bucky slowly pulls out of you. Turning your head when you hear him groan you feel your cheeks heat up as you see his eyes locked on your pussy, leaking with both of your releases.

“Don’t go getting shy on me now, sugar,” Bucky chuckles.

You can't help the grin that spreads across your face as he turns you on your back, kissing a delicate trail up your torso and chest until he reaches your lips.

“Hi,” he whispers, a cheeky grin slipping onto his face.

“I hope you realise you’re really not going to be wearing panties from now on,” he winks as you burst into giggles before his lips were devouring yours.

“Hi,” you breathe, “told you I’d get you hard.”

Smiling as he laughs, he drops his lips to yours in a slow, gentle kiss.

For a night that weighed heavy in disappointment to start with, you couldn’t feel more weightless than you did now in Bucky’s arms.

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aquamarinescarlet · 3 years

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Great, my girlfriend is a toddler

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~4.5k

Warnings: one curse word (I think), mentions of past trauma (nothing graphic), and a lot of fluff

Summary: Reader is caught in a trap during a mission and ends up trapping herself in her five year old mind and body.

Author’s note: I know I basically just post incorrect quotes, but this idea came to me and I just had to write it. I won’t stop with the incorrects btw, and if you guys prefer I create a different blog to post these little stories just let me know. Without further ado, enjoy, and let me know what you think (this is my first time writing something like this too, so tips/remarks are always welcome).

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the marvel characters.

(Picture is not mine, got it on pinterest)

“West wing clear”

“Basement clear”

“Guys I need some help here.”

You heard through comms as your teammates infiltrated the Hydra base.

It was a fairly simple mission, small base, so not that many enemies to fight off.

As you made your way down an empty corridor to the control room you could listen to Bucky's grunts, and punches, on your earpiece as Sam and Steve made their way to him.

The silence and emptiness was rather suspicious, but you made nothing off of it, thankful you would get in easily.

“I’m in the control room.” You spoke when you found yourself surrounded by computers and all sorts of technology. It seemed quite ancient for an organization that has been a pain in your asses for the past months.

Hacking wasn’t your specialty, but you sure were better at it then the other three, hence you getting the task. Your eyes scanned the room, trained on identifying threats. Surprised by the emptiness of it all, you focused on finding the main system.

You plugged the pen drive Stark had prepared and started typing, your eyes occasionally leaving the screen to take a quick glance around the room, an uneasy feeling growing at the pit of your stomach.

“Y/L/N, we’re all clear here,” Steve’s voice rang on your ear, “how are you doing there.”

“I’m nearly done,” you stared at the computer as the information was downloaded to the little gadget, “I don’t know guys, something here feels wrong, it’s too empty, too quiet.”

No response.

“Guys? Can you hear me?” Your heart rate picked up, something was definitely wrong.

In a second the download was complete, and you hastily snatched the pen drive, going for the door. Your desperation grew when you stated it was locked.

“Can anyone listen? I’m locked.” You spoke to the earpiece. “The doors locked automatically. I need help getting out.”

The door was sealed shut, not even a small slit in between it and the floor, your powers wouldn’t help you on this one. You tried to bring your heart rate down as your eyes scoured the room once again for a way out. No air vents, no windows, there was another door on the other end of the room, and you promptly made your way to it, only to confirm it was also locked shut.

Your attention was brought back to the first door, loud banging and a faint voice coming from the other side. Thankfully the boys noticed there was a problem and came to your aid. As you ran across the room, your head started to get fuzzy, your vision was not as clear as it had been seconds ago, and breathing was starting to get harder.

Before you even reached the still shut door, your body collapsed on the floor, everything going black.

You stirred in bed, shifting to a more comfortable position. Some light seeped through your eyelids, but you were tired, dragging the sleep as long as possible.

Your peace was broken by a door suddenly opening.

“What the hell happened?” A woman’s voice filled the room. She sounded angry, and upset, the hostility in her tone made you clutch the blanket harder.

“Wanda calm-” A man spoke, but was cut off by the woman.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? Don’t you tell me to calm down, Stark, when I got back from a mission fifteen minutes ago only to learn that my girlfriend turned herself into a five year old toddler.” She was loud and it just made you even more scared of being in trouble.

A small whimper escaped your throat getting both people's attention. You opened your eyes only to be met by several stares, there were easily five or six people in that room, but you didn’t have time to count as you pulled the blanket over your head, bringing your knees closer to your chest.

Your body was trembling with fear from what you knew would come next. You hadn’t done anything, you had been a good girl, done your chores, never speaking unless spoken to, but for some reason the people from the orphanage took a particular liking in punishing you even when you hadn’t done anything bad.

You waited for it to come, but instead of the ill-disposed voice and harsh hands, you were met with a soft “hey” and a delicate hand. Nonetheless it was still frightened, making your whole body tense.

“I’m sowy, I didn’t do anyfing, pwease don’t huwt me, I’ve been good.” You cried out, tears threatening to fall.

The hand started to caress your arm soothingly.

“Hey Y/N, you’re okay, we’re not going to hurt you, okay? You’re safe here.” Your muscles relaxed slightly at the words, thick with an accent, and touch. Your mind was still on alert but for some reason your body responded to this woman in a way your mind didn’t understand.

“Seems like she lost her memories too, she still thinks she is in that horrible place.” A new voice spoke up.

“Hey Y/N,” the woman spoke close to you, low as not to frighten you further, “you’re not in the orphanage anymore okay? You are somewhere safe. Those people can’t get to you here.”

You peeked over the blanket and was met with mesmerizing green eyes, they seemed so kind and comforting putting you at ease.

“Pwomise?”

“I promise. No one’s going to hurt you. We will protect you.” She offered you a smile that made your lips want to curl into one too, despite your wariness of the woman still being a stranger.

You pulled the blanket back above your head, muttering a quiet “okay”. Your heart rate then picked up it’s pace once you noticed you would be punished for forgetting your manners, your mind still not fully understanding you were no longer in a dangerous place.

You yanked the blanket just below your chin, uncovering your whole face so you were facing the woman.

“Fank you, miss.” You spoke quickly and hid again.

She chuckled slightly and you couldn’t help but feel fuzzy.

“How about you stop hiding that pretty face of yours huh?” The words caused a smile to unconsciously tug at your lips, as you pulled the blanket down and started to sit up. “See, much better, right?”

You stared at the figure in front of you with what could only be described as adoration. She was just so kind and beautiful you couldn’t seem to stop smiling. A slight movement behind her brought you out of your daze and you landed your gaze on the several people watching the interaction, people you had seemingly forgotten were still in the room.

Your eyes went wide and a gasp left your lips before you laid back down, covering your curled up body with the blanket again. The woman noticed what had frightened you and brought her hand back to caress your back.

“Hey, it’s okay, they’re only here to protect you too. They are just worried about you.” You didn’t move, this was too many new people and having all their eyes on you was making you nervous. “Do you want me to ask them to leave?” She whispered closer to your ear and you nodded excessively.

Sounds of chairs moving, footsteps and a door closing were heard before the room fell back to silence.

“We’re alone now.”

You peeked carefully outside the blanket to be sure you were alone. When you found the rest of the room empty, you moved to sit back up. Suddenly the idea of being alone with this woman made you very shy, your eyes watching as you wiggled your toes.

“Fank you, miss.”

“Wanda”

“Wanda” You whispered, not taking your eyes off of your feet.

After a few moments of silence a question popped into your head.

“Why did you save me?” You tried to speak but the sound wasn’t higher than a whisper.

“What?”

“”Why did you save me.” You said louder. “The Sisters said that I was- I was a bad giwl, and that is why my pawents didn’t want me, and no one would want because I was bad and-”

“Okay, stop,” she cut off your rambling and you finally met her gaze, “all those things they said about you are not true, okay? Don’t believe any of that.”

“How do you know it is not twue.” Sadness seeping on your voice. “You don’t even know me.”

“Quite on the contrary, I happen to know you very well. I know you get grumpy when you wake up. I know you don’t like to wear dresses. I know you like to laugh and make lots of funny jokes. I know your favourite colour, favorite food, favourite animal, favourite movie�� but most importantly,” she brought her hands to rest on your sides, “I know you are very ticklish.”

At that she started to tickle you mercilessly causing you to fall back on the bed, a string of laughs and giggles escaping your mouth. She stopped after a few seconds and you took the opportunity to catch your breath.

“See. I know many things about you.”

“Yeah.” You said amidst giggles.

“And I know that none of those things the Sisters said about you are true.”

“Fank you, miss Wanda.” She let out a laugh.

“You are too cute,” she pinched your cheeks causing you to feel shy all of a sudden, “just call me Wanda.”

Your gaze fell down to the mattress again.

“Okay, fank you, Wanda.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re welcome.” She brought her hand up to smooth your hair. “Do you want anything sweetie?” That little nickname just made you even more flustered, even though you couldn’t hide the smile that formed at your lips.

You pondered her question for a second, you were hungry, but you knew better than to ask for food outside of mealtimes, the memories of the punishments still fresh. After a few moments you shook your head.

“Are you sure?” She pushed. “Don’t you want to eat something?” It was almost as if she could read your mind. “You can tell me, it’s okay, no one will hurt you for being hungry. And we can fix up something for us to eat.” She must have noticed your hesitation. “Y’know, I’m a little bit hungry too.” She whispered close to your ear, her breath tickling your ear causing you to chuckle.

Your mind knew this was a bad idea, that you would get punished after, but Wanda was just so convincing you ended up nodding weakly.

“There you go.” She cheered.

She picked you up from the bed, but before she could lower you to the floor your arms circled her neck and your legs, her waist. You couldn’t help it, you just wanted to be close to her. She giggled at your actions, but didn’t fight it, carrying you out of the room and into a big corridor.

When the sound of muffled voices started to grow louder, your posture became tense. Wanda took notice, rubbing circles on your back.

“Hey, it’s alright, they are nice, you’ll see.” She tried to calm you down.

Your posture relaxed, but you weren’t sure if it was because of her words or just her general presence.

“Whewe awe we going?”

“To the kitchen.”

“And the people in the kitchen? Will they huwt me?”

“No honey, of course not, they care so much about you, they are here to protect you too.”

As she made her way into the kitchen, you hid your face in the crook of her neck, trying to ignore how the room went quiet with your presence.

“How is she?” A male voice asked, you recognized it from moments earlier.

“She’s okay, a little scared, seems like she did also lose all her memories, everything she knows is from when she was five.”

Wanda moved around and kept up with the conversation, to which you stopped paying attention when your eyes fell onto a thing a man was eating. You had tried one of those before, once, when an old woman donated a basket of those to the orphanage and you managed to steal a small piece, it was delicious, tasted like heaven compared to all the tasteless food they gave you in that place.

Wanda settled on a chair and you kept your head hidden, but your eyes were locked on the man.

You thought you heard Wanda calling you, but your attention was entirely on that piece of food. The man seemed to take notice when he met your gaze and gave you a smirk. The eye contact would’ve made you shy away, but Wanda’s presence made you feel safe, so you held it.

“I think I know what she wants.” He spoke to Wanda. “Would you like a muffin Y/N?” He directed at you. You lifted your head from Wanda’s shoulder and, after a moment of hesitation, you nodded slowly.

He opened a cabinet and picked one up, handing it to you, offering a beaming smile. You stared at it for a second, not expecting him to give you a whole one. Your eyes darted from him to Wanda, looking for some sort of confirmation.

“It’s okay, take it.” She smiled at you encouragingly.

You slowly stretched your hand and grabbed the item.

“Fank you, siw.” You practically whispered.

“You can call me Sam.”

“Fank you, Mw. Sam.”

“Huh, Mr Sam, I can get used to that.” He joked. Or at least you thought he did, since now you were just blankly staring at the muffin, not really sure if you should really eat it, despite your stomach screaming for you to do so.

“Just call him Sam,” Wanda spoke to you, “and we can’t let her keep calling us that, Sam, she does it out of fear for disrespecting us.”

“Is that why she also hesitated from taking the muffin?” A new voice questioned.

“I don’t know Stark, maybe…” Wanda trailed off and you decided to help, since they were talking about you anyways.

“Fhey did not let us- let us eat out of meal time and-,” you took a breath trying to calm your nerves, “and thewe wewe too many kids so- so thewe was nevew enough food and- and,” your eyes went wide when you noticed everyone was staring at you intently and a whimper left your lips unconsciously before you shoved your face back into Wanda’s neck.

She rubbed your back in an attempt to calm you down and, surprisingly enough, it did. Something about her just made you so calm.

“You don’t have to worry about this here,” a man with glasses said, “we have plenty of food and no rules, you can have whatever you want whenever you want, just tell any of us and we’ll get it for you, deal?” You smiled at how nice they were being with you.

“Deal, siw.” You nodded.

“And call me Tony, please.” You nodded again.

“See, it’s fine, you're safe here.” Wanda reassured, giving you a kiss on your temple. The action caused a silly smile to grow on your lips and your cheeks to heat up, as you leaned into her chest.

“Oh, come on, seriously?” A man with the same accent as Wanda blurted. “She has known you for, what? 20 minutes? And she already has a crush on you.” His comment made laughter erupt around the kitchen, and, even though you didn’t understand what was so funny, you enjoyed the moment. Laughter was not common in the orphanage.

Throughout the rest of the day you started to feel more comfortable around everyone.

Wanda never left your side, or, you were the one who never left her side. Spending the rest of the evening watching movies on the most amazing TV room you had ever stepped foot on.

Other people would join you from time to time. Pietro, who you learned was Wanda’s brother; Natasha, or Nat as she preferred; Bucky; Sam; and Steve.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when it was that you fell asleep. You just knew you were now in a room you had never seen before, it was pretty, but unfamiliar. You saw a stuffed animal left on the edge of the bed and clutched onto it, trying to get the images from the nightmare you just had out of your mind.

Several minutes passed and you were just too scared to even close your eyes. Sleeping alone was something you never did, the rooms in the orphanage were filled to the brim with precarious beds or improvised mattresses due to the excessive amount of kids there.

Deciding that you wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore, you climbed out of bed and made your way out of that room. Your feet automatically took you to another door down a big hall. You knocked softly, but got no response.

After three more tries, you turned the door knob and it opened. You put your head inside the room and detected a figure laying in a bed.

“Wanda,” you whisper shouted, trying to catch the woman’s attention, “Wandaaa.”

She stirred and lifted her head to look at you, her eyes were sleepy, but she managed to give you a tired smile.

“Hey Y/N, is something wrong? Do you need anything?”

“Can I- can I sleep with you?” Your gaze fell to the floor.

“Sure.” You smiled widely and ran towards her, climbing into the bed messily, since it was so ridiculously tall.

She laid on her back, opening her arms, and you took that as your chance to cuddle into her, wrapping your tiny limbs around her torso. She caressed your hair until you drifted to sleep.

The next morning you woke up still cuddled to Wanda. She was still fast asleep, and looked so peaceful you didn’t have the heart to move and risk waking her. Plus, you liked the proximity, the warmth from her body, her arm hugging you close.

A few minutes passed before she opened her eyes, only to be met by yours.

“Good mowning.”

“Good morning princess,” you giggled at the nickname, “wanna go down and get some breakfast?”

You nodded eagerly, already used this new environment, without the rigid rules and punishments. She climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, you just sat up and watched as she washed her face or something. She then went through another door, which you assumed was where she kept her clothes since moments later she came back in different clothes.

She picked you up from the bed and took you into the kitchen. When she walked past the room, a confused expression grew on you.

“Whewe awe we going?”

“To the dining room, we usually have our breakfast there.”

“Oh, okay.”

And that was one breakfast table alright. All kinds of fruit, bread, cereal, cake, cheese and ham, and butter.

“Look who found our little runaway.” Tony commented, but you didn’t give him any attention, mesmerized by the amount of food.

“Yeah, she found her way into my room in the middle of the night.”

“Really? How?” Steve asked.

“Good question, hey, sweetie,” Wanda caught your attention and you turned to look at her, “how did you know which one was my room last night?” You shrugged.

“I just knew whewe to go.”

“Seems like some part of her memory is still intact.” Stark remarked with interest.

Wanda sat down, with you in her lap and started serving food on her plate. The rest of the room fell into light conversation as you all enjoyed breakfast.

Soon you were interrupted by Bruce.

“Guys, I’ve got results from the tests.”

“Do you know what happened?” Steve asked eagerly.

“Kind of, the smoke she inhaled during the mission was poisonous, it was supposed to kill her, but it seems like her cells reacted to it differently.” He explained. “Her shapeshifting abilities reacted with the poison causing her body to, well, change, in order to avoid dying.”

“My powews wewe able to bweak down the poisonous gas into hawmless pawticles.” You responded automatically.

Everyone was shocked at your statement, but you just kept on eating like nothing had happened, not understanding what they were so surprised about.

“Yes… precisely,” Bruce added, slowly, “and that took a toll on her own cells, turning off her powers momentarily, why she got stuck as her five year old self with no memories whatsoever of the rest of her life is unclear.”

“Can you turn her back?” Nat asked.

“I can try and find some serum that reverts her situation, but, by the looks of it, her body is doing it on its own.”

“She did remember her way to my room last night, and now this. It means her memory is coming back.”

“Can you predict how long it’ll take for her to come back to her own self?” Bucky urged.

“Not really, this is all new to me. Although if I had to take a hint, I’d say a couple of weeks at least.” The scientist answered.

“But she will come back, right?” Wanda sounded preoccupied, and it caught your attention.

“Relax sister, she’ll come back. And even if she doesn’t, she’s already in love with you again anyways.” Pietro teased.

“That’s not helping.” She teased back and tightened her hold on you.

A few days passed and, as expected, you were still stuck as a five year old. You would slip out little snippets of things from time to time, memories of things you’ve learned only when you were much older, but you still weren’t coming back.

After a while you fell into a routine. You would sleep with Wanda every night, watch movies with her and some of the other people in that place, Bucky and Sam would come up with the funnest games for you to play, Pietro would take you around the compound to help set pranks to play on the others.

You grew accustomed to the place and the people. The lack of excessive rules was relaxing. How nice everyone was to you. When Wanda would call you cute nicknames and get you all shy and flustered.

You were now watching Frozen for the fifth time that week, with Wanda by your side and Nat, Peter and Sam scattered around the TV room.

They found it adorable how you sang along to every song even though you didn’t know any of the lyrics. Peter and Sam had now countless videos on their phones of you doing all sorts of things just to mock you when you came back to your older self.

The movie was nearing the end, now on the scene where they were rushing Anna to the trolls to see if they could help keep her alive. You sang along to the song up until the moment where Anna collapsed from the spell Elsa threw on her.

At that moment you mindlessly turned to Wanda, the words seeping out of your mouth without your control.

“You bettew not die on ouw wedding.” Her eyes went wide with shock from the statement, which you didn’t notice.

“What?” She whispered, more to herself than to you.

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna mawwy you one day.” You gave her a smile and turned your attention back to the TV, unaware of what you had just said as a blush creeped around Wanda’s face.

When the movie ended, you chanted for you guys to watch it again, earning a groan from everyone. When a yawn escaped your lips, Wanda took that as her cue.

“C’mon, honey, you are tired, we can watch it again tomorrow.” She picked you up.

“Pwomise?” You gave her your puppy eyes.

“I promised.” She pecked your nose, earning a giggle from you.

You settled in her bed as you waited for her to shower and join you. You cuddled into her and drifted off to sleep.

You woke up feeling extremely weird, your muscles ached and your head was spinning a little. You kept your eyes closed as memories from the past days came back to you. The mission going wrong, you waking up in the med bay.

And then you remembered.

“Holy shit.” You whispered to yourself, careful not to wake Wanda.

You had spent the past week as a five year old. Every moment started to come back. You playing hide and seek with Sam and Bucky. That time you and Pietro showered Nat with glitter, and how she almost killed the boy later. Tony being a dad all the time, checking up if you needed anything and making funny faces to make you laugh. Steve carrying you around inside his shield.

And Wanda, always being there with you. Taking care of you. Watching the same movies all the time. Cuddling every night.

Your attention was caught by the woman stirring in bed next to you, still fast asleep. She had been so patient throughout the whole situation that you couldn’t help but smile.

You propped yourself up on one elbow, facing your girlfriend. You watched for a few minutes while she was fast asleep. Just appreciating how beautiful she was and how peaceful she looked. You were falling even more in love with her, if that was possible.

Not being able to hold yourself back any longer, you gave her a lingering kiss to her forehead, moving then to her cheek, leaving small pecks all the way. You then moved to her jaw and neck, inhaling her scent, as your free hand started to draw circles on her stomach.

You felt her breath changing, indicating she was no longer asleep and directed your lips to her ear.

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered softly, pecking her earlobe gently.

Her hands grabbed your cheeks and moved you up to face her, her expression one of full happiness.

“You’re back.” She whispered moments after, trying to convince herself that it was true.

“I’m back.” You leaned down to capture her lips in a long and passionate kiss, resting your forehead against hers’, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she moved so she could stare into your eyes, “I missed you.”

“Why? I was here the whole time.” You teased.

“You know what I mean.” Your smile grew as you leaned in again, your lips meeting in another gentle kiss.

“At least we learned two things from this experience,” she eyed you with curiosity, “first, is that no matter what I’ll always be in love with you,” you referred to the crush five year old you had on her, and enjoyed as her cheeks turned bright red, “and second, is that you are great with kids.”

“I am, aren’t I.”

You spent hours in bed, cuddling, kissing and laughing at your childish antics from the past week.

That’s when you knew, you would marry that girl.

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Training Wheels - One

Pairing: Dark!Step-Brother!Steve Rogers X Innocent!Reader

Summary: Your stepbrother would do anything for you. And he’s more than happy to prove that over and over and over again until you believe him. No matter what it takes.

Warnings: Language, Sexual Harassment, Smut, Manipulation, Loss of Virginity, Sex between Step-siblings, bit of a size kink,

Word Count: 3.7K

A/n: I have many parts of this planned but not written, and the taglist is open. Also, incase y’all forgot: I don’t talk politics on my blog. I’ve made it clear where I stand on certain things already and I want to keep my blog as an escape from reality for myself and others.

A/n 2: I’m fucking tired so I’ll reply to asks and stuff probably tomorrow

!!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT! 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

~*~

“Hey, did (Y/n) get a new skirt?” At the sound of your name being mentioned, Steve snaps his head up, following his best friend’s gaze until it finally lands on you.

You’re walking across the campus courtyard towards the two of them, a smile on your face as you talk animatedly with Natasha and Wanda.

Sure enough, a new mini skirt is decorating your pretty legs. It flows with the breeze, almost getting blown up enough to see your panties.

“Jesus, that kid’s got some legs,” Bucky says, eyes roaming over your figure. Steve shoves his friend’s shoulder, giving him a hard glare.

“That’s my fucking sister you’re talking about. What would Nat think if she heard that?” Bucky rolls his eyes, grinning as his favourite redhead blows him a kiss.

“God, what I wouldn’t do to have those legs wrapped around my head.” You shudder in disgust, yelping as a hard hand comes down on your ass.

“Hey!” You exclaim, turning around and covering your butt while looking at the man.

“C’mon sweetheart. What’d you expect when you’re dressed like that?”

Steve’s on his feet, rushing over to you as you glare at your assailant.

“Maybe some fucking decency?! Leave me alone! I’m not a fucking object, dick-wad.”

“Rumlow!” Upon hearing your step-brother’s voice, Rumlow takes a step back.

“C’mon Rogers! There’s no harm in playful flirting. You of all people should know that.” Steve glares at him, his arm coming protectively over your shoulders, pulling you against his side and further away from the man.

“Yeah, but there’s shit wrong with touching people when they don’t want to be fucking touched.” Brock rolls his eyes and saunters away, shooting you a wink over his shoulder.

“I had it handled,” you grumble, walking with Steve’s arm over your shoulders towards the tree where he and Bucky were sitting.

“Yeah, really looked like it. A ‘thank you’ would be nice.” You roll your eyes and glare up at your step-brother.

“How do you expect me to defend myself if you jump in all the time?”

He shakes his head, a soft look on his face that has you dropping your guard for a moment.

“As long as I’m around, you shouldn’t have to defend yourself. That’s what I’m here for. I’m always gonna have your back, bunny. No matter what.” You smile at him, your heart warming at his words before Nat gets your attention.

You sit down next to her, Steve next to you with his arm still over your shoulders.

You and Wanda are quickly engaged in another conversation and Steve finds himself staring at you, a small smile on your face.

“You’re drooling, Steve,” Nat whispers, toes nudging his thigh. He glances over at the redhead and flips her off.

“C’mon. We should get going. I wanna beat the rush.” You nod at Steve, grabbing your bag and bidding your friends goodbye.

Bucky gives Steve a knowing look and the blond glares at his friend.

The two of you make your way to the parking lot together, him asking you about your day and you launching into a detailed description of everything you did.

As you’re heading to his car you pass by Brock and his group of friends. You quiet down immediately, slouching in on yourself.

Steve glares at the guys, his arm coming protectively around your waist as they ogle you.

You let out a big breath when you’re sitting in Steve’s car, groaning at the fact that you were harassed today.

“Why are guys stupid?” You ask, looking over at your step-brother as he starts driving.

“I wish I knew. You just gotta get lucky and find someone who’s mature and has respect for women, not a douchebag like Rumlow.” You nod, kicking your shoes off and putting your feet up on the dashboard.

“Hey, feet down.” You look over at him and stick your tongue out, keeping your feet up and wiggling your toes.

“What are you gonna do? You gonna make me?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and then one of his hands is on your thigh, squeezing the flesh hard and making you squirm, laughter bubbling out of you.

“Stop!” He doesn’t. If anything, it spurs him on and he tickles your thigh more.

“Feet down!” He shouts playfully, loving the sound of your laughter.

“Okay fine!” You finally pull your feet down and he smiles, fingers splaying on your bare thigh. He keeps his hand there for the rest of the drive, blood slowly moving south as he realizes what he's doing and the fact that you haven’t said anything about it.

It feels nice to have his hand on you. You hate that you like it but you do.

When you finally get home, your mom and his dad are pulling out of the driveway.

Steve rolls down his window and you unbuckle your seatbelt, climbing over his lap to stick your head out the window. Steve hits the brakes harder than intended and you fall forward, one hand bracing yourself on his thigh while your skirt flies up, your ass on full display.

“Jesus, Steve. You trying to kill me?” You ask before turning to the window.

“Where are you guys going?” You ask, confused. Your mom raises her eyebrows. “We’ve only been talking about our trip to Vegas for the past four months! We talked about it this morning too!” Realization hits you and you giggle. “Sorry! I hope you guys have fun! But not too much fun. One step-sibling is enough, I don’t need any more.” Steve’s dad laughs, shaking his head at you.

“You kids behave. Don’t throw any parties or anything. The neighbours know we’re gone so if you do anything we’ll know.”

“I don’t have enough friends to throw a party anyway. And Steve is a social outcast so you don’t need to worry about him.” Your mother gives you a look and you raise your eyebrows innocently.

“Be nice to your brother. We’ve gotta get going before we miss our flight. But I’ll talk to you when we land."

They start pulling away again and you stick your head further out the window, kneeling between Steve’s legs as he grabs your waist.

“He’s my Stepbrother!”

They drive off, your mom waving until they’re out of sight, and you sigh, climbing back into the car and looking at Steve.

His hands are still on your waist and he’s got a soft look in his eyes.

“Steve?” He hums, clenching his jaw as you shift on his lap to get comfortable, your thighs spreading as you straddle him.

“Do you think your dad’s gonna get my mom pregnant?” He groans, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“God no. I don’t even wanna think about that but even if they... you know... my dad got a vasectomy a while ago.” You nod, hands on his shoulders as you purse your lips.

His eyes are focused so intently on them that he doesn’t notice when you open the door.

“First person inside picks dinner! Loser has to pay!” You jump out of the car and sprint inside, leaving Steve stunned and horny in his car.

~*~

The two of you sit on the couch watching movies, Steve with his arm thrown over the back of the couch.

“Hey Steve... can I ask you something?” He looks over at you, nodding and waiting for you to ask whatever’s on your mind.

“Is... do... does...” You groan, shaking your head, beyond embarrassed with yourself.

“C’mon bunny. You can ask me anything and I won’t judge you. You know that.” One of his hands comes to your knee, rubbing gently.

You nod, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Do guys actually prefer when a girl is experienced? Does it... does it matter to them?” Whatever he thought you were going to ask... it certainly wasn’t this.

He raises his eyebrows and blows a breath out through his mouth.

“Some guys, yeah. I mean, it puts a lot of pressure on them to make sure your first time is good. Which is hard cause each girl cums differently and finds different things good so it’s hard to tell. Some guys like virgins but I think a lot like it if they aren’t a girl’s first just so they don’t have to live up to whatever expectations she may have.” He’s being honest with you and you value that, but it doesn’t exactly make you feel better about your situation.

You sit up and turn to him fully, a frown on your face.

“How do I find someone who’s willing to be my first so I can get it out of the way?” He inhales deeply, trying to take advantage of the situation in a way that won’t clue you into his true intentions. He wants you, but he wants you to think that he’s just helping you.

“You’ve gotta find someone you trust to do something like that, bunny. Someone who’s gonna be gentle with you because it’s gonna hurt a bit.” You frown, scooting closer and leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Where am I supposed to find someone who’s gonna be gentle with me like that? The only guys who even look at me are gross guys like Brock and I don't want someone like him to touch me.”

He brings one hand up to your head, smoothing your hair away from your face.

“I mean... I think I could find someone who would be willing to help you out. Show you the ropes just so you’re not totally inexperienced,” he murmurs, eyes focused on you as you look up at him slowly.

“Who?” His eyes flash down to your lips then back up to your eyes and you inhale sharply, realizing what he’s implying.

He doesn’t give you a second to object before he leans down and presses his lips against yours, making you gasp. He takes advantage of your parted lips and lets his tongue explore your mouth.

It takes a moment but you give in, kissing him back. One of your hands finds his hair, fingers tangling in the blond strands.

He shifts onto his side for a moment, hand grabbing your waist and pulling you forward until you’re straddling his lap.

The ball is in your court and you know you should stop but it feels so right. It’s something so unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you wanna see where it will go. How it’ll feel to be touched by a man.

You finally pull away, panting hard with your eyes closed.

His hands grip your hips tightly and rock you forward, making you gasp as his hard length rubs against you through the material of your sweatpants.

“Steve wait,” you murmur, head falling back as he attacks your neck with kisses.

“Lemme teach you, Bunny. I’ll take good care of you, show you how it feels to be fucked properly. Please. I don’t wanna see you getting hurt by a guy who doesn’t care about your feelings. I’ll treat you so nice, Bunny, I swear.” His sweet words and the way he feels underneath you is enough to have you nodding.

He grins, one hand wrapping around your back as he quickly flips you onto your back. You gasp, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull you tight against him.

He grinds against you for a moment longer before slowly pressing kisses down your neck and chest. He pulls away for a moment, just long enough to tear your shirt clean off your body, your bra following soon after.

His mouth kisses your breasts, giving each nipple far more attention than you thought he would. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, lips parted and heavy breaths falling from your mouth as a new type of pleasure builds inside of you.

“You like that?” He asks, eyes dark as he gazes up at you. You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he uses his thumb and index finger to tweak at your other nipple.

“Steve,” you whisper, arching your back and pushing your chest against his face. His kisses slowly move further down your body, lips leaving a wet trail over your stomach and past your navel.

His eyes are locked on yours as his fingers tug at the waistband of your sweatpants.

You raise your hips without hesitation, nervous but excited.

He’s your step-brother, and it’s wrong, but he’s so sweet to you. If there was one person on the planet who you trust to take your virginity and teach you about sex it’s him.

Your eyes fall closed, partly out of embarrassment as he lays between your naked legs, eyes on your centre.

He hoists your legs over his shoulders and, after making sure you’re eyes are closed, grabs your discarded panties and presses them to his nose. He takes a long inhale and groans, intoxicated by the scent of you.

He tucks them into his pocket then reaches over your hips.

His thumbs spread your folds and you want to close your legs, but he makes it impossible. His tongue darts out and licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit.

The sensation makes you jolt and Steve chuckles softly.

“Tell me what you like, Bunny. It won’t offend me. I wanna make you feel good.” You nod, grinding your teeth together and trying to clear the thoughts from your mind and focus on what he’s doing.

He finds your clit surprisingly easily, and you moan when he focuses his tongue on it.

“J-just like that... please...” He complies, working his tongue over the little bundle of nerves while two of his fingers slowly press into your heat.

You groan at the feeling, it being unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. His fingers fill you up more than ever, and he works them inside of you until he hits a spot that has you jolting up, right hand grabbing a handful of his hair.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, eyes screwed shut as he massages that spot inside of you.

It’s all too much, and in a few moments, you’re cumming all over his face and his fingers.

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Oh my god.” Steve’s eyes find your face and he nearly cums in his pants.

The look of pure pleasure on your features is something he wishes he could take a picture of.

You look so fucking pretty when you cum.

He gently works you through your orgasm, pulling away only when your thighs start trembling. You open your eyes after a few more moments only to find him seated between your legs, pink lips glistening as he sucks your nectar off of his fingers.

“Holy fuck,” you repeat, one hand coming to your chest as you slowly catch your breath.

He chuckles softly, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“C’mon. M’gonna fuck you on a bed, not on a couch.” He scoops you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms tightly wound around his neck as he carries you up the stairs to his bedroom.

It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but it feels so good and you trust him so much.

You’re carefully laid on your back on his bed, the blankets cool against your hot skin. Steve kneels between your legs, hands resting on your hips while his eyes devour this image.

You bring your hands up to cover your chest, feeling nervous about being naked beneath him, but he shakes his head and gently takes your hands.

“Don’t hide from me, Bunny. You’re beautiful. Any man who gets to see you like this... is a fucking lucky one.” His eyes trace over your body, his words having lit a fire in his gut.

No other man is ever going to see you like this. He’ll make sure of that.

“C-can you take your clothes off? Please? I feel...” you trail off, embarrassed of both your nudity and your request.

“Of course, Bunny.” He leans back on his haunches and pulls his shirt over his head, giving you a glorious view of his rippling muscles.

Your stepbrother has an amazing body. That much you learned the very first time he took his shirt off to go swimming with you.

He climbs off the bed for a moment, just long enough to kick off his sweatpants and his boxers, and then he’s between your legs again.

You inhale sharply when your eyes find his cock, fear and arousal filling you.

“A-am I... do you want me to...” Your eyes don’t leave his length and he chuckles, one of his hands moving down to slowly stroke himself.

“I just want you to lay back and feel good, okay? It’s gonna hurt a bit, but you gotta relax. I’ll go slow.” You nod, hands instinctively coming to his shoulders as he scoots closer.

“If you’re really curious, I’ll teach you how to give head another day. But today is all about this.” The hot tip presses against your folds and you jump, wide eyes staring up at your step-brother.

“Now, when anyone else ever fucks you, make sure they wear a condom. But for your first time, I want you to get the full experience. It’ll feel better for you this way.” You nod, gripping his strong shoulders tightly as he leans down, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your torso.

He slides his cock through your folds, watching intently as your eyelids drop and your mouth falls open.

“Feels nice, Bunny? Nice and warm?” You nod, a whimper falling from your lips as his cock rubs against your swollen clit.

He pulls back after a moment more to align himself, then slowly pushes his cock into you.

Your face scrunches up in pain and he stops immediately, pulling back and leaning down until his face is above your heat.

You hear him spit a moment before you feel the liquid splatter against you. He does it a few times and you feel slightly mortified.

“Don’t be shy, Bunny. I just gotta make sure you’re nice and wet. It’ll stop it from hurting as much.” You nod, keeping your eyes closed as he hovers over you again.

This time when he pushes in it doesn’t hurt nearly as much.

He pushes in slowly, his eyes focused on your face as he meets the band of resistance he was waiting for. He slowly pushes further, frowning when you wince and inhale sharply.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he has to.

When he’s finally bottomed out inside of you, you let out a big breath.

“Look, Bunny.” You open your eyes and follow his gaze down to where the two of you are connected, your pussy fluttering around him at the sight.

He’s fully sheathed inside of you, and your lower abdomen bulges slightly because of it.

“You’ve got all of my big cock in you. Your pretty pussy is taking me like a champ.” You stare down at where his cock disappears inside of you, a gasp falling from your lips when he pulls out a few inches, only to push it right back in.

“Once I start moving it’ll feel better. Whenever you’re ready, let me know.” You nod, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of fulness. It’s like you’re finally getting something you didn’t know you needed.

He feels so hot and heavy inside of you, you want to keep him exactly where he is forever.

After a few more moments of adjusting to the intrusion, you open your eyes and lift one hand to cup his jaw.

His eyes snap to yours, a soft admiration clouding his beautiful blues.

You pucker your lips and he smiles, dropping his head and pressing a soft kiss to your lips while slowly starting to thrust.

His pace is slow and steady, pulling out nearly all the way then slowly pushing back in, each thrust stretching your walls further than the last.

“Fuck... you’re so fucking tight... feel so good, bunny.” Your nails dig into his shoulders as he gradually speeds up, each drag against your walls bringing you a type of pleasure you’ve only dreamed of.

“S-steve... feels... feels nice... so big...” You’re hardly making any sense but you speak anyway, toes curling as he speeds up even more.

His lips find your throat and you whine loudly, nails raking down his back.

“M’gonna go harder and faster, okay Bunny? You ready?” You nod, mouth dropping open as he hammers his hips forward, cock hitting places inside of you that make you see stars.

The noises coming from you nearly have him cumming hard, but he grinds his teeth together. He’s determined to make you cum first.

One of his hands darts between your legs, finding your clit and rubbing circles on it.

Your back arches hard, chest pressed tight against his as your eyes roll back into your head, an orgasm racing down your spine and exploding in your stomach.

Every nerve in your body is on fire, stars dance behind your eyes, and your cunt clamps down hard on Steve's cock.

The blond groans lowly, eyes squeezed shut as he falls into his own climax.

He fills you, white painting your walls and warming you from the inside.

The two of you stay like that, you trembling on the bed and Steve slowly starting to shake above you as his muscles threaten to give out.

After a moment he rolls onto his side, pulling you close to him to keep his cock locked inside of you.

His fingers trace along your spine, rubbing up and down so gently that it nearly lulls you to sleep.

“Fucking hell, bunny.” He presses his lips against your forehead, beyond satisfied with what just happened. You hum softly, nuzzling deeper against his chest.

He kicks the blankets up until they’re around his knees then pulls them up to cover the two of you.

You’re snuggled up against him, one of your legs tossed over his hip as his cock sits nice and snug inside of you.

“Thank you, Steve.” He’s quiet for a moment before hugging you tightly.

“Anything for you, Bunny.”

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 years

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Peace | Bucky Barnes x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You and Bucky get in an argument and you go MIA for a couple days.

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“No, you can’t do this, Bucky!” You follow Bucky into your shared bedroom as he begins packing a bag. He got it into his head that he was more than capable to help Sam out on this new mission. However, it would be against the rules of the pardon the president gave him for being the Winter Soldier.

“Sam needs my help, y/n. I can’t leave him to go alone on this mission.”

“Sam does not need your help. If you go on this mission and get caught, they could take away your pardon and put you in jail. For life!”

“That’s why we won’t get caught.”

“There is no guarantee of that.” You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest. Bucky wasn’t seeing things clearly and it only angered you more that he was willing to put his freedom on the line for a mission. Especially after everything you and him went through to get to this very moment. It was like he was throwing all this hard work away.

“I have to go.” He says, facing you. His voice is stern, “This isn’t up for negotiation.”

“You do not have to go! You are not obligated to do anything someone tells you anymore. You’re a free man, Bucky.” You grasp his hands in yours, “You and I are free to live our lives, Bucky.. no crazy missions, no wars, no danger. We can be a normal couple.”

“We can’t be a normal couple y/n,” He lets go of your hands, “Not with a past like mine.” He grabs his bag from the bed then stares into your tear-filled eyes.

“We worked our asses off to get here today, Bucky! Those hours we spent in therapy, the hours spent trying to figure out how to move past your winter soldier days. You’re throwing all of it away on a mission! You’re.. you’re throwing a future with me away.”

“He needs my help.” Is all he says as he pushes passed you.

“If you walk out that door, Bucky Barnes, I promise you, that I will not be here when you get back.” You warn with tear filled eyes. You’d hoped Bucky’s love for you and the fear of losing you would overpower his overwhelming desire to help people when they need it even if it wasn’t the right thing to do. You didn’t know at the time if you truly meant the words spoken and if you could really bring yourself to leave Bucky even after everything the two of you had been through.

He doesn’t turn around or even look back at you over his shoulder and instead walks through the door, leaving you standing alone in your once shared bedroom. That was the only answer you needed.

Bucky left for that mission with Sam and you packed all your things heading for your favorite place, y/f/p. There were no avengers around you so there was no one to tell where you would be. No one knew of your location except for you, and this was probably toxic to think about, but you hoped it scared Bucky that he didn’t know where you would be. It was wrong of him to choose a mission over you, and you wanted him to see that. Yeah, it probably wasn’t the best way to show him, but you told him if he walked out the door you wouldn’t be there so you’re just sticking to your word.

In all honesty, Bucky didn’t think you were serious about leaving and that it was an in the moment thing for you to say. You’d been there for him during his recovery and he knew he didn’t make it easy on you but still you chose to stay. He was grateful to have you by his side especially after everyone around him left.

He was in for a rude awakening when he opened the door to your shared apartment. “Y/n? Doll?” He kicked off his shoes, knowing you hated when he tracked in dirt on his shoes. When you didn’t answer he proceeded through the apartment, only to find your favorite blanket that occupied the back of the couch was gone.

“y/n?” He called out once more, but no answer. As he made his way through the house, he realized none of your things were in the place you left them. When he entered the bedroom, he immediately started going through the drawers, but none of your things were in them. He pulled the door to the closet open and the only clothes occupying it were his.

You’d left him and it was all his fault.

He spent the next hour trying not to destroy the apartment. You had really left him, and he had no idea where you had gone. He called your phone, but it went straight to voicemail. He called Sam, but he had no idea where you’d be either.

Nat was dead; Wanda was off somewhere so that ruled out two people you would have told. Thor was in space with the Guardian’s. There had been no one for you to tell and he suddenly realized the severity of the situation. You were really gone, and he might never see you again.

It was a few days later and you decided to turn your phone back on. It was spammed with dozens of texts, calls and voicemails from Bucky. You tapped on a random voicemail and Bucky’s voice filled your ears.

“Doll… Please.” He’d been crying and his voice cracked, “I need you. I can’t do this without you and I was stupid to think some mission would fill my void of needing to do something.” He sniffles, “I finally have peace; something I haven’t had in a while and I guess I felt like a mission would make me feel better. That it would make me feel more like myself, but it wasn’t it. It wasn’t the answer.” There was a soft and quiet sob, “I need you, y/n. Please don’t do this, don’t leave me. I don’t have anyone else and you’re all I have.” More sobs, “You’re all I have,” and then the line beeped, ending the voicemail.

You would be lying if you weren’t crying by the end of the message. The sound of Bucky’s broken voice and the sobs. Now, everything began to make sense. Why he left, why he needed to go on that mission. He was beginning to feel peace after fighting war after war and thought that he needed to be fighting a war, doing something. It was his trauma response.

It was late when you entered the apartment and you figured Bucky would be asleep, so you were quiet. You headed for your bedroom and were surprised to find Bucky not in bed, but he was laid on the floor next to the bed. He hadn’t slept on the floor since he’d come home from fighting Thanos.

You set your things down in the floor and immediately made your way to him, “Bucky.”

He stirred in his sleep and you called out his name once more. You didn’t want to scare him by sneaking up on him. That was something you two had learned after the first time you did that trying to sneak into bed, careful not to wake him. He woke up in a panic and had attacked you. It was after that you two decided therapy would be a good idea.

“Bucky.”

He inhaled as he woke, his eyes scanning for danger, but he only sees yours, “Y/n.” He breaths out in relief.

Crawling next to him you laid down, your head going to his chest and you wrapped your free arm around him, “I’m here.”

His arms engulfed your body and he couldn’t help but start to sob. He just knew he’d lost you for good and it was all his fault. He’d been alone all those years and then you came along, and he didn’t want to be alone again.

You only tightened your arm around him, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You two laid like that the rest of the night, enveloped in each other’s arms. This was the peace Bucky longed for; the peace Bucky deserved. You were his peace, and he wasn’t going to lose it again.

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angstysebfan · 3 years

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The Past Can Break You - 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: implied smut, angst is back

The next 2 weeks were amazing. Bucky really turned everything around and showed you that he was committed to you. It made you feel so much better. While you felt bad that he now completely avoided Dot, because she is still out of place, you didn’t feel that bad because you knew she was bad news. Whenever she saw you and Bucky together she would scoff and glare at you. It made you uncomfortable.

One day the whole Avengers team was called into a meeting to discuss an upcoming mission. Per Steve and Tony, everyone, except you, were needed. You didn’t like the thought of staying behind with Dot in the compound, but you were a team player, and wouldn’t argue. Bucky on the other hand let Steve have it with both barrels.

“Steve you know the situation with Dot. Can’t someone else stay behind?” he said to Steve.

Steve sighed, “Yes, I know this will be difficult, but everyone else is needed for their skill. Y/N’s skills aren’t needed on this mission. She agreed, so why are you fighting me on this?” Steve argued back.

“Of course Y/N won’t fight this, but I am trying to protect her from Dot. You remember how vicious Dot can be, and I don’t want her to upset Y/N when we just started to get back on track,” Bucky said.

“Look Buck, I get it. I do. But this is how it is. The compound is big enough that Y/N won’t need to be anywhere near Dot. By the way, when are you going to tell her that she needs to start looking for employment and another living situation. She makes everyone uncomfortable. Even Tony is starting to get annoyed at all her questions about FRIDAY, and he loves showing people how smart he is,” Steve asked.

“I-I don’t know. I mean I know I have to do it, especially after what she’s pulled, but I still feel bad for her. I mean she didn’t ask for this to happen, and doesn’t deserve to be thrown out on her ass, but I know it’s the right thing to do. I’ll talk to Y/N about it and see if she has any ideas. Maybe if we help setting her up I will feel better about it,” Bucky said.

“Yea, I know. Let me know if you need help. But we gotta get packed and head to the quinjet. And please don’t worry about Y/N. Your girl is strong, and she knows how Dot is. She will be fine. Besides, we are only gone for like 24 hours, what could happen?” Steve asked.

Bucky didn’t respond and watched as Steve walked out of the meeting room. He ran his hands through his hair, what could happen? He hoped nothing, but he didn’t trust Dot. It’s funny the way she is acting now didn’t bother him when he was in the 40s, but now, because of you, he sees that she is not as great as he thought.

Bucky sighs and heads to your shared room to find you packing his bag for him. He smiles as he walks in, “Hey baby,” he says.

You look up at him and give him a bashful smile, “Figured I would help you out,” you said.

Bucky walks up to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. He looks into your eyes, and all you see is love and admiration in them. He leans in and connects his soft lips with yours. After a moment he deepens the kiss and you feel his tongue on your lower lip. You open you mouth in response, allowing him full access. When the need to breath becomes too great you pull away, panting.

“You’re only going to be gone a day,” you say with a chuckle.

Bucky also laughs, “Will you be ok? Here? With... her?” he asks.

You brush your hand through his soft hair, “Yea. I’ll stay clear of her as much as I can. But I’ll be ok,” you say.

Bucky pecks your lips again. “When I come home, I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he asks.

You look at him with confusion, “Like what?” you ask.

“I think it’s time for Dot to go off on her own, but I don’t want to just kick her out and make her fend for herself. I was thinking you could help me find her a job and a place to live? I would just feel better if I know I wasn’t kicking her out with nowhere to go,” he asks.

You smile and nod, “Sure. I’ll be glad to help. I’ll start while you’re gone,” you say.

Bucky kisses you one more time, “I’ll be back tomorrow. I love you, Doll,” he says.

“I love you too, Buck.”

You have to say you are surprised when you find yourself not running into Dot at all. It’s almost like she doesn’t want to be near you either, which is fine. She has spent most of the last 24 hours in the lab, while you stayed in your room looking up possible jobs and apartment for her.

You thought it was nice of Bucky to at least help set her up and not throw her to the wolves. It was something you admired about Bucky, his big heart. You both have been texting before the mission, but since then you haven’t heard from him. You hope everything is ok.

“FRIDAY, any update on the team?” you ask the AI.

“No agent, I’m sorry,” she responds.

You decide to take a nap in hopes that when you wake up your boyfriend will be home. You want your family home safe and sound.

You woke up to the sounds of the team in the hallway. You walk out and see Nat and Wanda and hug them hello. You head toward the common room hoping to see the guys, but don’t. You walk back toward the elevator and heard something from Dot’s room.

“Oh Dot, I’ve missed you so much, Doll,” you hear Bucky moan.

You gasp in horror as you continue listening to Dot moan and beg for Bucky to go harder. You can’t help the tears that begin to fall as you hear your boyfriend and his ex having sex.

“So good baby, you’re so good. Taking me so well, you feel amazing. No one is like you, I love you so much,” Bucky moaned.

You’ve heard enough and turn, running back to your shared room. You can’t be near him when he comes in pretending he didn’t just fuck his ex. Your heart is in a million pieces as his voice continues to play in your head. All you hear is her and his moans and his words. He loves her. It will always be her. Maybe you just need to learn to accept that.

“Buck, I think you should have told Y/N you got hurt. She is going to be worried about you,” Steve scolded.

“Look, I know my girl. She will be mad at first, but then she will nurse me back to health. I will have to convince her to ride me later, but it will be so worth it,” Bucky says with a smirk as the doctor continues to pull out shards of shrapnel from his side.

“Seriously man? TMI!” Sam complained before leaving Medbay.

Bucky laughed and then hissed as the doctor pulled another shard out. “How much longer? I don’t want Y/N to think I’m dead if she knows we are back,” Bucky asked the doctor.

“One more piece... and....” she pulls the large piece out, “There! Now I will quickly clean and bandage. no stitches cause you will heal fast, but please no sex tonight. You might bleed all over her,” the doctor said with a glare.

Bucky and Steve laugh. “Oh I talked to Y/N about helping me out with Dot and she agreed. I figured it was best to have her involved with that situation from now on,” Bucky says to Steve as the doctor cleans and bandages his side.

“Good idea, less messy that way. I hope everything went well here with the 2 of them,” Steve says.

“I’ll find out,” Bucky says as he puts his shirt on.

Both men walk to the elevator and head to their floor. They say their goodbyes in the hall as Bucky opens the door to your shared apartment. You aren’t in there, which confuses him, but he figures maybe you went to the kitchen.

When he walks into the bathroom he senses something is wrong. None of your toiletries are there. It was different from when you cleaned, plus his was still there. He walks back out to your room and sees that everything on your nightstand is gone too. Now he starts to panic as he goes to the closet and sees that all your clothes are gone. He tries to not have a panic attack because that will slow him down. He goes to head to the door and sees a piece of paper on the floor:

Bucky,

I guess I’m the stupid one. I’m stupid to think that everything you said to me was true. I was stupid to think that I could compete with your one true love. I was stupid to think that you really loved me. Well I won’t be stupid anymore. No need to lie and say what I heard isn’t true. I hope you and Dot are very happy together in your new apartment, but I’m done. Have a nice life.

Bucky dropped the letter and fell to his knees as tears pool down his cheeks. What the hell happened that you up and left him? You are angry with him, and he doesn’t understand why. He allows himself to cry for a moment before rereading it.

Dot.

Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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be still my foolish heart (don’t ruin this on me)

Summary: bucky barnes doesn’t have very many people left in his life who care, but he has you... or; five times you and bucky show your love & the one time you finally say it. (bucky x fem!reader)

Words: 4.3K

Warnings: fluff & pining. no major spoilers of tfatws.

Notes: hi! i was going to try and maintain separate accounts to keep my writing organized, but i am lazy and can’t switch back and forth all the time. so! here’s to me now being a multific blog! i hope this does not upset my current followers (and maybe brings some new ones in) this was originally posted my ao3 . happy reading!

You’re the only person who calls him James. It fluctuates between Buck and James, but either way, you’re the only person allowed to call him either.

He thinks his name just sounds so pretty coming from your mouth. He doesn’t want to hear anything else. Doesn’t really want you to call him Bucky because then it won’t sound right when anybody else does.

So you’re the only person that calls him James. The only person he lets call him James.

“James.” You say softly as he falls onto your couch. He’s got a black eye and a busted lip and he knows there’s nothing he can say to quell your worry. So he settles with a smile that causes a wince that makes you let out a breathless laugh. “I told you to be more careful.”

You sit on your coffee table across from him and lean forward with the washcloth in your hand. His eyes fall to his lap and he nods. “You should see the other guy.”

You shake your head tensely as you gently wipe at the dried blood carefully to avoid the bruise still forming. “James. I’m serious. You’re not invincible.” He raises an eyebrow and you sigh. “You may be a super soldier, but you can still get hurt. I hate seeing you hurt.”

You lean back and drop the cloth onto the table next to you. “I know, doll.” You shake your head at the nickname and he smiles. You had told him you thought it was corny, but as long as you called him James, he would call you doll.

And he knew you secretly liked the nickname.

The same way you knew he secretly liked to hear his name when you said it.

“I have some vaseline in the bathroom. We can put it on your lip and then you need to get some sleep.” You pull him by his hand down your hall.

He glances out the window of your bedroom before you pull him into the bathroom. “I don’t need to sleep, the sun is still out.” He says quietly as you search through your cabinet.

You look up sharply. “You need sleep. I’ll be right here, okay?” You stand up straight and lift some vaseline with a q-tip. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” Your eyes focus in as you gently apply the vaseline to Bucky’s lip.

He has to force himself not to smile. The cut will be gone by tomorrow and this will have been all for naught as it won’t affect how it heals. He appreciates the comfort it gives him. He relishes in the warmth that came with your care and love for your friends.

You step away with a proud smile. “I think I’m supposed to do the protecting, doll.” He says quietly. He desperately wants to reach his hands out and settle them on your waist.

Feel the warmth through your worn out sweatshirt and pull you close. But he doesn’t, afraid of something but unsure of what exactly, so he smiles graciously.

“We protect each other, James. In different ways.” You say just as quietly.

It’s all Bucky needs to get a couple comfortable hours of sleep in your room.

II.

He calls you every night. Or at least he tries to when he’s not in DC. Sometimes they’re so busy he doesn’t get the chance.

Tonight was one of those nights. He stares desperately down at his phone, urging the time to change so it was earlier in the night. He couldn’t call now. Not in the middle of the night when he knew you were asleep.

“You gonna go to bed?” Sam asks quietly from his spot in the living room. He’s been sitting silently with Bucky since they returned to the hotel, but Bucky could tell he was exhausted.

Bucky nods. “I’ll sleep out here.” He says quietly and unwilling to claim a bed. He couldn’t sleep in one for a full night, he could barely nap in yours when you forced him to rest.

Sam frowns and they both know he understands Bucky’s fear of the too big and too soft bed sitting empty in the other room. But the man nods before disappearing into his room and shutting the door behind him.

Bucky rests his head against the back of the couch and begins to take deep breaths. His phone vibrates in his hand and his eyes widen when he sees your name flash across the screen.

He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Doll? What’s got you up so late?”

You laugh quietly. “Just knew you needed me.” You say after a moment of silence. “We’ve got that telepathy. I know things.”

Bucky laughs softly. “Yeah? You just knew?” He finds himself believing your words, even though he knows the more likely scenario is that you couldn’t sleep either.

You sigh into the phone and Bucky shuts his eyes again. “Sam texted me, but I was already awake. I switched shifts with the night nurse today, so I’ll be awake all night.”

“You know you don’t have to call when you’re at work.” Bucky says quietly. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

You laugh. “I have a few minutes to myself while the other nurse mans the station. Most of the kids are asleep, so I can spare some time for you. Especially when you need me.”

Bucky nods for a second before realizing you wouldn’t be able to see it. “Thank you.”

“What’s wrong, James?” You ask in a whisper. He listens for a moment as you take a sip of something, probably your water, before deciding to answer.

“This is longer than I thought I’d be gone…” He trails off. Him and Sam were originally only supposed to be in New York for a few days, a week tops, but this mission had dragged on and it had already been almost two weeks. “I…” He trails off.

He missed home. Something he’d never thought he’d think of DC as. Brooklyn had been his home and he was only a bridge away. Brooklyn had been his home. Steve. Wakanda for a short period of time.

But Steve was gone. And he was no longer recovering under the Wakandans graceful care. Brooklyn was a distant memory and DC… Well DC had you. And at some point you had become home for him.

“I know.” You say quietly, like you understand his silence. You do, he supposes. You understand almost every part of him. You understand that he missed you and home , but that he still struggles to admit his feelings. “I miss you too, James.”

He doesn’t say anything in response, but he doesn’t really have a chance to. He hears a siren in the background then you rush out, “Shit. I have to go!” Then all that’s there is a dial tone. Bucky smiles though. You’re off to be a different kind of hero.

He sits in silence and lets your words wash over him. It was new having all these people who cared about him. Decades all alone and treated as a weapon made learning to let people in again a new kind of difficult.

But it didn’t feel as hard with you there to help, he thinks

III.

He has to force himself to keep his eyes open. His nightmares had been particularly awful this week, and now he was sitting beside your heavily asleep body.

He was stuck staring at the repeating trailer on the netflix screen. Logically, he knows he could close his eyes and rest his head against yours on his shoulder.

But he was terrified a nightmare would take over and he would wake you up with a jolt, or worse hurt you if it was particularly awful.

So, he forces himself to stay awake and watches the movie trailer again. He thinks you would like the movie.

“Buck.” You mutter tiredly. His eyes snap to you and he finds your eyes open and staring up at him. “Aren’t you tired?”

He shakes his head gently, careful to not move you. You narrow your eyes and slowly sit up. “Come on, let’s go to bed. You can stay here tonight.”

Bucky hesitates as you stand. He watches as you stretch your entire body and has to force his eyes to his lap when your shirt rides up and your stomach shows.

He had never spent the night at your place. He had spent all day. Even napped at your place often when he came over in the afternoon and you forced him to rest.

He always left before you went to sleep though. So he could suffer through his dreams on his own. So he didn’t drag you down.

You look down at him with soft eyes. “Grab some water. I’ll be in my room, okay?”

“I can go home. I don’t want to intrude.” He answers. Bucky looks out your window and sees just how dark and dead the streets outside were. It wasn’t like he had anything to worry about walking home.

You’re shaking your head before he can even finish. “It’s late and you’re tired, I don’t want you getting hurt. Stay here.” The words are quiet but hold a fierceness that Bucky knows not to argue against.

He nods. “I’m gonna grab some water then.” The nerves coiling around his stomach is almost worth it when your face lights up and you nod excitedly.

The two of you split up in the hall. You moving towards your bedroom and him into the kitchen. After pouring a glass of water, he stands still for a moment and just studies the room.

Your counter is crowded. Different appliances pushed against the wall, ready to be pulled out and plugged in whenever you wanted. A utensil holder stuffed to the brim with spoons and spatulas that seemed to keep appearing. Mail piling up on the counter. A scrub top draped over the back of one of your barstools.

Your kitchen was crowded, but lived in and so very you that Bucky loved it. He loved you, he thinks almost hesitantly.

He pushes the thought to the back of his mind when you call his name out. He knew he cared about you deeply and he loved you as a friend but this feeling in his chest and the speed of his heartbeat makes him think maybe he’s started to feel more. Or maybe he always has.

He doesn’t want to ruin this though. So he pushes the thought away and makes his way towards your room. “I can sleep on the…” His words die on his tongue when he sees the small set up of blankets and pillows beside your bed.

You’re watching him nervously as you try to gauge his reaction. Bucky is stuck standing in stunned silence as he looks it over.

You’ve pulled out a thin duvet and placed it on the ground with extra pillows and blankets for him to lay on. “I remember Sam mentioning soldiers have a tough time sleeping through the night in a bed. Obviously you can sleep in the bed if you want but I just figured that…” You trail off and gesture towards the makeshift bed with a small flourish.

“This is…” He trails off. The warmth in his chest grows with each passing second and his heart races. “Thank you. This is perfect.”

A smile spreads across your face. “Good. Good. I was… I’m glad. And I’m right here if you need me. To protect you.” You say with a teasing glance as you crawl into the bed.

You lay on the side closest to where you’ve set up the floor for him. He laughs softly before moving towards his own space.

He’s still nervous to sleep in the same room. Still feels a little self conscious as he lays his head on the pillow and pulls the light blanket over him. But you don’t seem to really mind his presence as you make yourself comfortable above him.

He takes a deep breath. He definitely loved you.

And things like this gave him hope that you did, or maybe could, love him too.

Later that night he jolts awake with heavy breaths and you look down at him with worried eyes. He shakes his head when you open your mouth not wanting to talk about the dream.

It’s the same thing every time. People that he hurt who didn’t deserve it. The pain of his memories being erased. And he doesn’t want to weigh you down with his trauma anymore than he already has.

You watch him for a moment before nodding silently. Bucky thinks that’s the end of it but he’s shocked when your hand falls off the side of the bed palm open.

He glances up at you and you smile gently but say nothing. He reaches his right hand up and interlocks his fingers with yours.

It’s a little awkward and his arm tenses after a few minutes but it’s far too comforting for him to want to let go. Your hand tightens in his and Bucky finds it easier to fall asleep his hand intertwined with yours.

IV.

Bucky felt awkward in the hospital. He felt too hard and intimidating to be standing in the center of the pediatric ward waiting for you in your teddy bear scrub top and white bottoms.

“Excuse me?” He glances down when he feels a tug on his hand. There’s a young boy standing in front of him with wide eyes. “You’re friends with Captain America?”

Bucky hesitates for a moment before answering. “Yes.” He settles on saying as gently as he can.

He glances around in search of you. He had texted you when he arrived at the hospital and you had responded with a thumbs up, but he was assuming you had gotten busy in the time in between.

The boy squeals excitedly. “Is he here too? Can I meet him?”

Bucky shakes his head softly and kneels to be at eye level with the boy. “He’s home with his family.” When his eyes begin to water and his lip pouts, Bucky begins to panic. “But! I’m sure he’d love to visit soon! I can bring him! What’s your name?”

“Riley!” He looks up at the sound of your voice. A large smile spreads across your face at the sight of Bucky kneeling before the kid. You say something to the nurse beside you before rushing down the hall towards them.

“Riley.” You place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “What are you doing out of bed? You’re supposed to be in bed.” You look down with imploring eyes and the young boy looks away with an embarrassed smile.

“But! It’s Bucky! He’s Captain America’s sidekick.” Bucky’s mouth falls open in shock at the boy's statement.

“Sidekick?” Bucky asks in an offended tone. “Well-“ He cuts himself off when you look at him with exasperated eyes.

“And he said he would bring Captain America in! To meet me!” The boy's excitement obviously leaves him ignorant of Bucky's offense at being called a sidekick.

“And I’m sure he will. But right now you should be in bed.” You say sternly. The boy nods dejectedly and allows you to lead him back into his room.

When you come back out a large smile spreads across your face at the sight of Bucky standing and wiping his hand against his pants.

He can’t help but reciprocate the same large smile. He drops the bag in his hand on the counter beside him and opens his arms as you slam into him with your arms around his waist.

“Thank you so much! I thought my night was ruined!” You pull away but don’t let go as you smile up at him. “We can eat in the cafeteria.”

You grab the bag before he gets the chance to. You turn to the nurse that was sitting and going through charts next to you and with a big grin say, “Page me if you need me, I’ll be in the cafeteria!”

The woman nods with a soft laugh before looking down at the computer. You take Bucky’s hand in yours and begin to pull him towards the elevator.

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. I know hospitals aren’t your thing.” You say quietly as the two of you step in. You lean away and press the two button.

Bucky thinks for a moment that you’re going to let go of his hand now that you’re not leading him anywhere but you don’t. Bucky smiles at the thought of this becoming a normal occurrence.

Your hand just felt right in his.

“Anything for you, doll.” He says quietly. He glances at you quickly before looking back at the descending numbers. “You’re my best girl.”

You nudge him with your shoulder as you laugh quietly. “That sounds like a line right out of the forties.”

Heat rises to Bucky’s cheeks but he laughs along. “You can take the man out of the forties but you can't take the forties out of the man.”

The two of you look at each other before you both burst out laughing. When the elevator stops on your designated floor you pull him out with you.

“As long as I get to be on the end of all that forties charm, I don’t mind a bit.” You lean into his side and smile brightly.

Bucky looks away as his cheeks turn an even brighter red. You giggle quietly when he looks back down at you. “Yeah. It’s always you at the end of it.”

The two of you look at each other for a moment before you pull him into a crowded cafeteria. “Let’s eat before I’m paged back to my floor.”

Bucky had grown more comfortable around you the longer you knew each other, but he still struggled to be fully comfortable with his arm.

It was a different arm, Steve had said once what felt like forever ago. He had rationalized with Bucky. His other arm had been attached to him and forced on him as a weapon. This arm had been made for him with peace in mind. It was untarnished. Mostly.

But a different arm didn’t change much for him. He had still caused so much pain with it. Was it really that different at all? His arm had always and will always be looked at as a weapon.

So he still wore long sleeves and a glove most of the time. Rarely let you see his biggest shame. You usually didn’t push. Sat on his right side. Held his right hand. You rarely said anything about it, it was almost like it didn't exist.

But, curiosity won out sometimes.

“Why won’t you let me see your arm?” You ask quietly one night. He’s sitting on one of your bar stools as you mix a pasta sauce in front of him.

It had been silent most of the night. You insisted on cooking your famous (at least that’s what you called it) pasta dish after not seeing him for a few days as a welcome home.

Bucky looks up at you with shocked eyes. You had never mentioned wanting to see his arm. He had assumed you didn’t want to.

“I… I don’t know.” He says quietly. He taps his fingers, his flesh fingers, against the counter top nervously. You watch him with hopeful eyes waiting for a real answer to the question. “I guess it’s easy to pretend it’s not there when someone’s never really seen it.”

“Hm.” You mumble in response. You step away from the stovetop and move towards him. “Why would you want to pretend it doesn’t exist? It’s a part of you.”

Bucky looks down at the gloved hand in his lap. “Doll… It’s not… It’s an ugly part of me. Dark and violent. And when I’m with you I get to pretend I’m not that.”

You come to stand in front of him. “There are no ugly parts of you. There’s you. There’s dark and there’s hurt and traumatized parts, but no part of you is ugly. Because on the other end of those there’s bright and happy and healing. Growth. James Buchanan Barnes, I can’t emphasize how beautiful I think you are.”

You raise your hand to rest it against his cheek and force him to look up at you. He shuts his eyes and leans into it. “And I’d really like to see your arm. To know that part of you too, but I won’t make you show me. I want you to show me on your own time.”

Bucky lets himself relish in the softness of your hand against his cheek before leaning away. “Okay…” He takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

He begins to shrug out of his jacket when your hand comes to rest on his right shoulder. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I need you to know that.” You say quietly.

Bucky gives you a small smile. “I know… Doll, you’re the person I trust most in the world. I want you to know me. All of me.”

You smile down at him and take a step back to give him space. Bucky shrugs the jacket off quickly before he can second guess himself. The glove comes off next and Bucky feels strangely naked as your eyes trace over him.

“Buck…” You trail off. Your hand comes up before pausing. You look up at him with questioning eyes and he nods. Your hand comes to rest on his shoulder and you raise his sleeve up a tiny bit to look at the scars that litter his shoulder.

Bucky rarely looked at the scars there. Decades of the arm built by HYDRA had destroyed so much of his skin it had taken forever for Shuri to properly fix and build his new arm.

Your hand moves from his shoulder to the metal arm and your fingers trace over the plates and move through the lines of gold. You move your hand in silence. Slowly taking in the creation.

“This is beautiful.” You finally say quietly as your hand meets his. You interlock his metal fingers in yours and he pulls you closer. You look down at him with a sincere smile. “How could you ever think this is anything but beautiful?” You ask quietly.

Your other hand comes to rest on his cheek again. Bucky looks up at you and sees a flurry of emotions flicker in your eyes.

Part of him wants to pull you down and kiss you senseless. Show you how much he appreciates your never ending warmth.

But he can’t bring himself to ruin the moment. Finds that he doesn’t really want to. He enjoys being here intertwined with you.

And I.

He doesn’t hide his arm from you anymore. Finds himself shedding his jacket and gloves the second he’s inside your apartment.

You don’t really say anything, but he’s noticed the smile on your face whenever you notice him in his short sleeve shirt. He thinks one day he’ll be ready to go out without gloves on. He’ll wear short sleeves out in the summer instead of covering up with the jacket.

But now with you, it feels like progress enough.

You sit on his left most of the time now, like tonight, and hold his metal hand in yours like it’s flesh. It had taken some getting used to. He had flinched away the first time you’d done it, but now it felt almost like habit.

You didn’t seem to think leaning against his metal arm was uncomfortable at all. Never showed signs of discomfort when your head rested against his shoulder.

“I love you.” You say quietly. So quietly Bucky almost doesn’t hear it. He freezes for a moment before swallowing and nodding. He assumes you mean the words as a friend, he had heard you say them to Sam and your other friends from work.

“Me too.” He says just as quietly. He’s sure if he says the actual words you’ll see just how much he means them. How terribly in love with you he is.

But that doesn’t seem good enough because you sit up and place a gentle hand on his cheek that forces him to look you in the eyes.

“James, I love you.” You say the words with so much passion that Bucky knows without hesitation that you mean you’re in love with him. That you loved him as more than a friend.

Tears gather in his eyes as he nods. “I love you too, doll.” He laughs wetly as a smile spreads across your face. “God. I love you so fucking much it’s scary.”

You laugh too. “Good. I was so fucking scared. Buck, you’re my best friend. I… I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Bucky’s hand moves from his lap to your cheek before landing behind your neck. He pulls you in and when he kisses you and you kiss back he thinks he finally understands how much you love him.

Moments flash in his mind as you crawl onto his lap so you’re straddling him. Your constant patience with him. The gentle way you say his first name. The bright smiles and great excitement.

The ability to see the beauty in him.

You pull away with a deep breath and begin peppering kisses across his face. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” You say quietly.

Bucky shuts his eyes as he relishes in your affection. “I love you too.” He murmurs. You had become his home.

Somebody who could mend the crack caused by Steve’s departure. Different aspects of his life, yes, but you had helped him heal nonetheless.

He loved you.

And you loved him. You always had. It had just taken Bucky some time to understand how you showed it.

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bucky-hues · 3 years

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bucky barnes fic recs

here are some bucky fics i loved reading!

many of these are 18+ and there are some dark fics in here, so please read the warnings for each fic! if any of the writers i’ve included want anything removed/edited, please let me know!

one shots

jack pendleton | @roger-that-cap

author!bucky x reader

moving into an apartment to get away from your last relationship was fun all fun and games until you met your extremely attractive across-the-hall neighbor, who makes awesome cookies and even better novels.

grip | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x reader

You knew Bucky didn’t like his arm. You just didn’t know how much until he accidentally hurt you with it.

voicemails to an unmanned inbox | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x reader

When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home.

can’t get the words out | @pellucid-constellations

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky’s been awfully distant lately. You don’t think your heart can take what you know he’s about to say.

his everything | @likeahorribledream

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky has trouble talking about his feelings and he ends up pushing away the one person he needs the most.

eavesdrop | @bestofbucky

bucky x avenger!reader

things spies don't notice | @starrysebastians

bucky x avenger!reader

don't you worry (your pretty little head) | @babyboibucky

guitarist!bucky x reader

You agree to spend twelve hours with Bucky whom you just met.

suburbia | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.

sparklin' eyes | @19ana45

roommate!bucky x reader

Prompt: Character A’s current boyfriend/girlfriend/partner mocks Character B for their crush on their best friend, [A]. [B], feeling humiliated, withdraws from the friendship with [A], who is completely oblivious [B] has feelings for them.

reoccurring face | @swtbbybarnes

bucky x reader

he’s been around a lot lately, sometimes multiple times a day, and you’re starting to wonder how much coffee one man can actually drink.

falling for you | @comfortbucky

roommate!bucky

moving on | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x reader

After Bucky had been missing for a year, you had presumed him dead. Time passed, yet you seemed unable to move on from his death. That was until a familiar face came to your doorstep one winter night.

bucky bitchass barnes to the rescue | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x avenger!reader

In an attempt to escape from hectic life as an Avenger, you decided to go out on a date. Unfortunately, you got stood up. While Bucky hates you, he hates seeing you embarrassed more and decides to fill in for your M.I.A. date.

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky | @bucky-bucket-barnes

bucky x avenger!reader

You and Bucky are begrudgingly paired on a mission together. This is less than ideal considering neither of you are too keen on the other tagging along. All goes as normal until a surprise attack severely hurts both of you. Feeling incredibly guilty, Bucky helps you tend to your wounds. He has trouble admitting it, but he wants to make sure you’re safe.

the lost converse | @firefly-in-darkness

bucky x reader

Last nights party was a bit of a mad one, what do you do when you wake up in someone else’s bed?

nervous | @dailyreverie

bucky x reader

A nervous Bucky introduces you to his fellow Avengers during game night

fever | @dailyreverie

bucky x reader

a little old fashioned | @gogolucky13

bucky x reader

Bucky is a bit subtle in telling you he likes you.

sweetart | @onlyjamesbarnes

soft!bucky x baker!reader

your best friend bucky tries to stay platonic with you, letting you live out your dreams, but his instincts soon get the better of him.

the things you've done | @divine-mistake

bucky x reader

what if the world ended tomorrow and all he did was spend his last day with you thinking about how you never hold his metal hand and you never walk on his left side and you constantly reach out for his right arm?

do you still love me? | @thatfangirl42

bucky x reader

2:00am | @thatfangirl42

bucky x avenger!reader

miscommunications | @empyreanwritings

bucky x avenger!reader

cookies, kisses, and such | @sweetbucky

neighbour!bucky

pretending | @multifandomwriter

bucky x reader

Bucky notices you at a party and is instantly attracted to you. Steve instantly notices the lovestruck look in his eyes, but also his nerves that are stopping him from talking to you. So Steve plays on Bucky’s jealousy to get him to make a move.

good together | @irndad

bucky barnes x avenger!reader

bucky and his girlfriend are in secret, and they think they are absolutely perfect for each other. literally everyone else in the compound thinks bucky and nat are made for each other.

l-o-v-e | @irndad

college!bucky x reader

college!bucky meets reader in a library and it’s all downhill from there. He’s desperately in love and pining and it’s all ridiculous and he doesn’t think she could like him back.

tell me the truth | @bwhitewolfbarnes

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky finds himself overhearing your conversation with his younger self, and he hates the way it makes him ache. He needs to know what is real.

the staring contest | @jobean12-blog

bucky x avenger!reader

Bucky has a staring/glaring problem and you can’t figure out why!

lavender | @wkemeup

bucky x reader

Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know.

little lion man | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

Sent on an assignment back to 1943, you encounter a drastically different version of the man you know

purgatory | @wkemeup

bucky x avenger!reader

While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.

i love you, you idiot | @chrisevansjellybeans

bucky x reader

all the good things | @houseravenclaws

bucky x avenger!reader

bucky’s been more than a little happy recently. sam thinks it has something to do with the pretty girl on the team.

tap | @houseravenclaws

bucky x avenger!reader

bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.

shaking | @clintbartonswife

bucky x avengers!reader

after you get injured on a mission, the usually stoic Bucky breaks, and you see a side to him that he’s kept hidden ever since his acceptance into the Avengers.

deserving | @hanoella

bucky x healer!reader

When someone bad mouths Bucky in your presence, you set things straight.

keep me cool | @chouettedubois

bucky x avenger!reader

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bucky x avenger!reader

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bucky x avenger!reader

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bucky x reader

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missed chances | @soap-bubble-nebula

bucky x avenger!reader

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truth or dare? | @soap-bubble-nebula

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the experiment | @soap-bubble-nebula

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make believe on christmas eve | @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

bucky x reader

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you’re mine | @marveicinematics (18+)

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“Because you were going to die.”

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a perfect anniversary night gets interrupted by his best friend, who happens to be your boss.

series/multi-chap

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sunrise | @wkemeup (18+)

veteran!bucky x librarian!reader

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TiMER | @xbuchananbarnes (ongoing) (18+)

bartender!bucky x reader (soulmate au)

“If a clock could count down to the exact moment you’ll meet your soulmate, would you want to know?”

the match | @babyboibucky (ongoing) (18+)

ceo!bucky x reader

You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.

the holiday hack | @gogolucky13

bucky x reader (modern au)

You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party.

sexual healing , medicine | @gogolucky13 (18+)

bucky x avenger!reader

You ask a touch-starved Bucky if he wants to try something new in an attempt to take your minds off work.

vacant mirrors | @whirlybirbs (18+)

bucky x reader

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salvatore | @nsfwsebbie (18+) dark

dark!bucky x reader

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polyonymous | @bubblebuckys

bucky x reader (social media au)

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going live , offline | @ritesofreverie (18+)

camboy!bucky x reader

your new neighbour looks so familiar, where had you seen him before?

heavy metal lover | @mypoisonedvine (ongoing) (18+)

sub!bucky x dominatrix!reader

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fake boyfriend real orgasms | @bucksfucks (ongoing) (18+)

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almost had me believing it | @tuiccim (18+)

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it's brooklyn, baby | @my-divine-death (ongoing) (18+)

college!bucky x reader

hush 1 2 | @starbuckie (ongoing)

bucky x reader

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misconceptions | @firefly-in-darkness (18+)

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Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldn’t have…

what a night | @jurassicbarnes

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hey, professor | @balenciagabucky (ongoing) (18+) dark

professor!bucky x reader

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flight risk , no control | @wkemeup

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bad match | @justreadingfics (18+)

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unbroken | @constantwriter85 (18+)

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if i only had a heart 1 2 | @chouettedubois (18+)

bucky x reader

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text me | @soap-bubble-nebula

bucky x reader

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the last time

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Summary: It was meant to be one night but somehow you couldn’t stop yourself from being drawn to Ransom over and over again.

Warnings: ANGST, Ransom is a serious arsehole in this! Smut; oral (m+f receiving), pet names, daddy kink, unprotected sex. This blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's Note: I got a mad burst of inspo when listening to Change by Pale Waves, the line "you've hurt me a thousand times before but I'm missing you right now so do it once more" really stuck with me. I’ve never written angst or smut before so pls be kind, I’m usually all out fluff so this is new territory! I originally was going to write this as Bucky but I just couldn’t bring myself to make him such a dick. Hope you enjoy it! Comments and reblogs are so appreciated (word count: 3.8k)

Your relationship with Ransom was turbulent from the get go. You met him eight months ago at a dive bar downtown. You were both drunk and horny and a little sad - the perfect match.

You’d had a really shitty week at work and just wanted to blow off steam. Ransom had just come from a family dinner and was aggravated to the point the alcohol wasn’t even helping. The two of you didn’t even make it out of the bar. Letting him fuck you in the bathroom, nothing but filthy words exchanged. He’d bolted before you’d even caught your breath, throwing a quick wink your way as he shoved your panties in his back pocket. You should have known then that anything more would be a mistake.

Seeing Ransom again wasn’t your plan, you were more than happy to take it as a one night only kind of thing, but the universe has a funny way of proving you wrong.

You bumped into him three days later at a charity gala your boss was hosting. He looked good. So good in fact that you couldn’t help thinking about round two in what would be a considerably nicer bathroom. But your plans for a quickie were soon squashed when he walked right past you, as if you’d never met let alone had his cock down your throat a few days prior. You stared after him in shock. Watching the way he curled his arm around another woman’s waist. You couldn’t help the rage that bubbled up inside you. That smug, trust fund prick, became your mantra for the night as you drowned your rage in champagne.

Just as you’d started to enjoy yourself, the alcohol making you feel light and fuzzy, you were dragged by your arm into a storage closet. Your first instinct was to scream but a large, warm hand came around your body and covered your mouth.

“You miss me yet, princess?” Ransom whispered in your ear, his hot breath hitting your face as you tried to squirm away.

He released you and you turned around to look at him. Giving him the most piercing glare you could manage.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Drysdale. With the way you’ve spent the whole night pretending I don’t exist I wouldn’t miss you even if you begged for it,” you scoffed.

The chuckle he let out did nothing to squash the fire that was burning inside of you. Whether it was anger or want, you weren’t quite sure, but you had no intention of finding out. You turned on your heel ready to leave as quickly as you’d been dragged in when his next words stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t you at least want these back, princess?”

You whipped your head around in confusion, eyes going wide with shock as you looked at your panties in his large hand.

“You seriously kept my underwear and then brought them to a charity event?” You sputtered, “what the fuck Ransom?!”

You went to grab them but he quickly moved them out of your reach, causing you to fall into his chest.

“Ransom, I’m not messing around, give me those back! And why do you even have them on you? Do you just carry them around all the time?” you huffed, reaching for his hand again.

“Don’t be stupid, princess. I knew you were going to be here so I wanted to have a little fun,” he smirked.

“I’m guessing you didn’t tell your girlfriend out there that you were carrying around my underwear?”

Ransom chuckled again, “I knew that would get to you.”

That made you pause. Looking up at him you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you realised what he was doing. “Seriously, Ransom?! What kind of game are you trying to play here?”

He just shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face, “I wanted to know how hot you looked when you were angry and you didn’t let me down princess.”

“Prick,” you muttered under your breath, reaching out to grab your underwear.

“How about we make a deal? I’ll give you these back if you let me have a taste of that sweet cunt”

You stopped trying to grab your panties and just stared at him. He had the most devilish smirk on his face and you had to suppress the whimper that threatened to come out. His eyes traced down your face, stopping at your lips as you slid your tongue against them.

“What do you say huh? Gonna let me tear you apart with nothing but my mouth?” he whispered, leaning down to trace your jaw with his lips.

You knew you should say no. You knew it. He was an asshole and nothing good would come of it. But when his lips hit that one spot on your neck that had you gasping you knew you couldn’t say no.

“You acted like you didn’t know me earlier and now you want to go down on me? What’s your game here?,” you groaned, trying your hardest not to give in.

“I told you, I wanted to see how sexy you look when you're angry and now I want to see if you're as sweet as you look, princess,” he murmured against your neck before sinking his teeth in and sucking a bruise.

That’s when you lost your control, your mind taking a back seat. “Deal,” you whimpered, feeling Ransom’s lips curl into a smile before he dropped to his knees in front of you.

His hand ghosted up your thighs, pulling your dress up along the way. Ransom lifted one of your legs to rest over his shoulder, kissing and nibbling along your thigh to where you were aching for him. You couldn’t help the loud moan that came out when he licked a stripe over your panties. Ransom pulled away at that looking up at you with a smirk.

“Maybe this will keep you quiet,” reaching up he shoved your panties into your mouth and you couldn’t help but let out a muffled whimper at how filthy your night had gotten. “You can take them home with you after,” he winked at you before burying his head between your thighs.

From then on Ransom became a somewhat permanent feature in your life. You were with each other nearly every weekend and some week nights. Each time he called, you let him in. You never went to his house though. He always came to you. Made it easier for him to leave before you woke up. You kept telling yourself you only wanted him for the sex, which as much as you hated to admit, was the best you’d ever had. But you could feel it. You could feel yourself falling for this trust fund prick and you didn’t know how to stop it. He was different when he was alone with you. He had a sense of humour you didn’t expect and a gentleness at times that had you swooning.

It wasn’t until you saw him in a bar with his tongue down another woman’s throat that reality slapped you in the face. You couldn’t even mask your hurt when he caught your eyes across the room. You flipped him off and left before giving him the chance to explain, secretly hoping he would follow you. Of course he didn’t. That’s not his style.

So, you called it off.

That was three months ago and Ransom was still coming to your apartment most weekends. He showed up one night with flowers and apologies, promising that he would be more honest going forward if he was seeing anyone else and right now he wasn’t - as if that would make it better - and despite your mind screaming at you not to let him back in, you didn’t listen. So your nights went back to how they used to be, the both of you panting and sweaty, tangled up in your sheets trying to catch your breath. His arms wound tightly around you as he smoothed your hair and murmured pretty words in your ear, lulling you to sleep.

“You’re so gorgeous, princess.”

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Just let me hold you for a bit.”

Every time you woke up alone. And every time you said it was the last time.

There was one night that you thought things were changing. You’d had such an awful day, it was the first time you considered not responding when he text. But instead you just told him you weren’t in the mood. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at your door and to your surprise you found Ransom and a bottle of your favourite wine. You both sat up on your couch, drinking and talking about everything. You told him all about your family out west and how much you missed them. He told you about his family and how fucked up they were - lets be honest, it explained a lot! It was the first time you’d seen him so vulnerable and it made your heart ache.

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the new side to Ransom that had you blurting out the words that you’d only thought to yourself. I think I’m falling for you.

Ransom just stared at you for a beat, your own heart pounding inside of your chest, eye widening as you realised your admission.

“Princess, you know that’s not what this is right? You’re great, one of the best fucks I’ve had in a while, but I don’t do the whole feelings thing,” he stated, standing up and grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch.

You sat there stunned, trying so hard to keep your tears in, a mixture of anger and sadness and disappointment building up inside of you. No, you refused to cry in front of him. You took a deep breath and stood up. Heading towards the door and opening it, gesturing from him to leave, “well I think you should go then. I’m sure one of your other fucks would be willing to have you,” you spat.

Ransom stared at you for a second, a look you couldn’t quite figure out on his face before he walked past you into the hall.

“We’re done. I’m done. I don’t want to see you again,” you said, willing your voice not to crack.

To your surprise he laughed, “sure princess. I’ll see you next time.” And then he was gone.

You stood with the door open in shock. That smug, trust fund prick! You couldn’t help the bubble of manic laughter that came out of you as you slammed the door and headed for the last of the wine.

Never seeing him again lasted a whole two weeks. You hated how weak he made you, how much you thought he would change, how easily his whispered words affected you, how easy you believed him when he said he was sorry. You’ve always been hurt by your own expectations and Ransom was no exception.

This had to be over. You couldn’t take any more of this and you knew just the way to say goodbye.

You shouldn’t be here. You know you shouldn’t be here. But you still find yourself standing, nearly swaying thanks to the bottle of wine that led you here, outside the door of the man who’s torn your heart to pieces time and time again.

But this time is different. This time you were making the first move and this time it was going to be the last.

The surprise on his face when he opened the door had you giggling.

Quickly wiping the shock from his face, Ransom leant against the doorframe, jeans low on his hips and shirtless. His arms crossed over his chest causing his biceps to bulge. Damn, this would be easier if he didn’t look so good.

He smirked down at you, “What happened to it being the last time, princess?”

You took a deep breath, ignoring the way he was trying to push your buttons, “Thought I’d get the jump on ya since it is always you calling me,” you shrugged, shoving past him and almost stumbling before he caught you and turned you so you were face to face.

"You've been drinking.” It wasn’t a question.

"And your point is?" You countered, letting your hands trail from his chest to his belt.

"We both know how this ends, princess. You’re gonna get hurt," Ransom sighs, holding your hands still.

"You've hurt me a thousand times before, what's one more?” you shrug, pulling him closer so your chests collide. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, “call it a parting gift. I missed you so hurt me one last time, Ransom." Leaning forward you nibble on his ear before moving slowly down his neck when he makes no move to stop you.

“Oh princess,” he all but growls. Grasping your jaw between his fingers and squeezing slightly as he pulls you back to look in your eyes. “You really think this will be the last time?”

You do your best to suppress the whimper that’s bubbling up as you refuse to look away.

“I’ve lost count of all the times you’ve said that. Admit it, your pussy misses me too much. You always come crawling back, like the little slut you are,” he smirks.

It takes all your strength not to slap his stupid, pretty face. Your eyes narrow in defiance. You won’t let him win this. “Why don’t you give me something worth missing then?”

His lips crash onto yours with such force you’re convinced you would have fell if it wasn’t for Ransom’s arm winding tightly around your waist. You moan as his tongue slips past your lips and his hand tangles in your hair, keeping you where he wants you.

Your hands grasp his belt again, rushing to get it undone and push his jeans past his hips. His hands grab the hem of your dress, lifting it off your body before crashing his lips onto yours again. You wind your hands into his hair and give a sharp tug, smirking at the groan he lets out.

“Jump,” Ransom mutters against your lips, tapping the back of your thighs. You do so without hesitation, winding your legs around his waist as his lips trail from your mouth across your jaw, down your neck and back up to your lips.

You’re so lost in the heat and desperation of his kisses that you don’t realise you’re in a different room until Ransom drops you on his bed. You can see the outline of his cock through his boxers and it makes your mouth water.

Moving to your knees you crawl towards the end of the bed, making sure to wiggle your ass as you do. You don’t miss the way Ransom’s eyes darken as he watches your every move. Keeping your eyes on him you lay on your stomach in front of him, toying with the waistband of his boxers, mouthing at his hard cock. Ransom’s hand comes up to stroke your hair.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” you ask, pouting up at him with your most innocent look.

The way his jaw ticks has your panties flooding with arousal. “You know I can’t say no to that mouth of yours, princess. Now put it to good use like the good little slut you are.”

You waste no time releasing him from the confines of his boxers. Grasping him tightly at the base you start with kitten licks to the tip. Revelling in the groans coming from the man above you. Making eye contact with him you shoot him a wink before wrapping your lips around him, pushing your head down until you can feel him at the back of your throat. You hollow your cheeks and pull back, making sure to swirl your tongue over the head.

“Fuck,” Ransom groans, fists tightening in your hair, “you gonna be a good girl and let daddy fuck your mouth, princess?”

You nod your head as best you can, placing your hands on his thick thighs as you look up at him, silently giving him permission.

“Gonna be the death of me, god damn,” Ransom murmurs before thrusting further into your mouth. You try your best to suppress your gag reflex but taking Ransom is no easy feat. Ransom sets a slow pace to start, letting you get used to it. You hum around him and he quickens his movements. It doesn’t take long for you to become a gagging, drooling mess around him as tears slip from your eyes.

“Shit, ah, taking me so well princess. Look at you, all sloppy and crying for me,” Ransom grunts, caressing the side of your face for a moment before leaning over you, forcing his cock further down your throat. You sputter around him and focus on breathing through your nose. Letting out a squeak when you feel a palm crack down on one of your ass cheeks.

Ransom pulls back, pulling your mouth off his cock in the process before he’s crashing his lips onto yours. It’s a clash of teeth and tongue as Ransom pulls you to sit up on your knees.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, wiping the stray tears from your cheeks, “took me so well. My perfect little slut.”

You can’t help the way your heart clenches, because you’re not his and you never will be. You know it's wrong. You know you should have stayed away. You know it's going to hurt. But for once, just this once, you wanted to be the one to walk away. You wanted this to be your decision. Because it hurts more when you have to wake up alone every time. Wondering if you should have done more. If you should have hidden parts of yourself. Been more.

“Turn around baby, hands and knees. Let me see that perfect ass.”

You shake the thoughts from your head as you do as he asks. Wiggling your ass against him when you’re in position which earns you a hard spank. You moan unabashedly, revelling in the sting and heat you can feel. Ransom’s palm comes down several more times before he’s gripping your cheeks roughly and spreading them.

“I can see how wet you are. Is this all for me,” he taunts, rubbing his fingers across your clothed core.

“Yes daddy, all for you,” you mewl, pushing back on his fingers, “please fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he spanks you again before tearing your panties off you, “since you asked so nicely princess.”

Without warning he pushes the head of his cock into your soaking entrance. Both of you groaning at the pleasure that ripples through your bodies. Ransom gives you a second to adjust before giving a tentative thrust. You moan, pushing back, needing more.

“You ready baby? Hands behind your back for me. Good girl.”

Ransom grabs hold of your hands in a tight grip behind your back before setting a punishing pace that has your back arching further. All you can hear are the loud slaps of his hips hitting your ass and your growing moans. You whimper when he stops.

“Fuck youself on my cock princess. Show daddy how much of a good girl you are,” Ransom grunts, letting go of your arms and grasping your hair to pull your head back.

Pushing yourself up on your arms you push back, grinding your hips over his cock.

“That’s it, so fucking gorgeous. Taking my cock so well,” Ransom chokes out, smacking both ass cheeks in quick succession before spreading your cheeks again. You feel his thumb brush over your tight hole and your hips stutter, earning a throaty chuckle from Ransom, “can’t wait to try this tight ass of yours one day princess but I won’t last today if I get in there. Pussy’s already gripping me like a vice, shit!”

You can’t help the slight smirk that graces your face. Knowing that he’ll never get the chance. Knowing that after taking everything else from you he’ll never have that. It’s not much but it’s a small victory.

Ransom grips your hips tightly, halting your movements before he’s driving into you repeatedly. Reaching the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your toes curling.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight. You close baby? Want daddy to make you come?” Ransom pulls you up so your back is against his chest. One of his hands wraps around your throat, squeezing slightly, causing you to moan loudly.

“Please, please I’m so close. Please make me come daddy,” you beg.

“I’ve got you princess, let go for me,” Ransom whispers against your neck before sucking a bruise there, his free hand sliding down your stomach to your clit, rubbing harsh circles over it that has your hips stuttering. The pleasure ripples through you like a tidal wave. Soft curses leaving your lips as your body ignites, sagging back against Ransom as he continues to push his hips into you. Groaning as you pulse around him.

“Such a good girl for me, shit, ah ‘m gonna come baby. Gonna fill you up like the good little slut you are,” Ransom whispers praises as his hips come to a stop against your ass and you feel the warmth of his release fill you.

Your sweaty bodies remain entwined as he leans you down so you're laid on your stomach, Ransom’s chest plastered against your back.

“Fuck, princess,” Ransom pants, “that was something else. You really pulled out all the stops,” he chuckled.

It was wrong, so wrong. And it hurts so much. But this time it's on your terms. This time he has to watch you leave.

You start to shift underneath him and he gets the hint to move, you whimper as he pulls out of you. Feeling the sticky mess of both your releases between your thighs. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to steady yourself. You need to leave. The longer you stay the more you risk losing your nerve.

“Hey, so I was thinking, if you wanted to stay the night that would be cool…” Ransom murmurs.

You bite back a sob, reminding yourself that this changes nothing. He’s eight months too late. Moving off the bed you start grabbing your clothes from around the room. Changing as quickly as you could and avoiding his gaze. One look in those blue eyes that were usually so cold, but held a softness for you that made you weak at the knees and you’d be back a square one.

"I meant what I said Ransom,” you sniffled, “we’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”

Picking up your things and your remaining dignity you walked towards the door, sneaking a look at Ransom who hadn’t moved off the bed, his eyes looked glassy. “I hope you find someone that’s worth having feelings for but I can’t keep pretending that person is me," you whispered, “goodbye Ransom.”

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Paparazzi.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: TOO META, m*sturbation, mentions of s*x

Requested: nope

Summary: I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me... Y/N Y/L/N writes Marvel fanfictions. One day, Sebastian stumbles upon her account and, unable to help himself, reads all the stuff she has written about him. He didn't mean to fall so hard for her but he does. How can he not? She has shown him parts of himself that he never even knew existed.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay so a few weeks ago I read a similar (but dark) fanfic and I really wanted to write a softer version of it... Enjoy!

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Same old, boring routine.

Y/N hit post and slumped against the headrest of her bed, sighing. She waited; a minute, then two passed and she noticed that someone had liked her post. She smiled to herself as she kept her phone away. Though boring, she wouldn't trade her life for the world. Y/N… well, she was a university student first and foremost but she was also a writer.

Being a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she had started writing fanfictions a few years ago. She posted them on Tumblr, where her blog, though not very well-known, stood out enough for her posts to get around 800-1000 likes per post. She loved it; she loved writing, she loved posting her stories and especially, she loved the feedback.

Sometimes people were rude, but most times, the reviews she got were fantastic. She read each and every one of them, smiling goofily as people freaked out over her fanfictions. It warmed her heart. A smile automatically blooming on her face, Y/N lay down on the bed and decided to go to sleep, it being almost 3 am.

Unbeknownst to her, someone else was up at the same time, tossing and turning in his bed, restless.

Sebastian sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He drank some water and lay down again, closing his eyes but it was like sleep was mad at him. Refused to be anywhere near him. He groaned to himself and picked up his phone from the nightstand, deciding to go through Instagram, hoping he'd finally fall asleep to the glare of the screen.

As he logged into his account, he skipped the activity page and went straight to the explore page. Bored, he continued scrolling until his eyes landed on a specific photo. And the breath escaped his lungs when he clicked on it; the woman in the picture was absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn't resist going to her page, smiling widely when he read her bio.

It gave him her basic information; her name, her age, the university she attended. But what caught his eye was the link below the bio. My Marvel Fanfictions Master List. Marvel fanfictions? She was a writer? Smirking, he clicked on the link and it took him to Tumblr. Of course, he'd heard of the site, but didn't have an account on there. At 3 am, his mind sure wasn't working right.

A post popped up on the screen, the same master list she had mentioned earlier. And his eyes bulged out of their sockets; damn, those are a lot of fanfictions. He went through the whole thing, smirking again when he noticed that she had written the most fanfictions about him. Not Bucky Barnes, no, Sebastian Stan.

He clicked on the first one. The date of posting was way back, in 2019. He started reading; nothing about it felt weird to him; he was intrigued, if anything. And as he continued reading, he couldn't help but imagine her being in the stead of the female protagonist. Her, the writer. The woman whose picture had made him end up reading in the first place.

When he finished the story, his heart thudded wildly in his chest. Wow, she really has a way with words. And he had also noticed how in the author's note, she used a lot of slang but reading the story had made him realize that she had an amazing, extensive vocabulary. He went back to the master list and clicked on the latest post under his name.

Posted: 15 minutes ago.

His breath hitched in his throat when he read the warnings: there was going to be sexual intercourse in this one. For one moment, he hesitated; did he really want to read this? "Oh fuck it," he huffed and scrolled, starting to read. The more he read, the more his shaft twitched in his pants. He wasn't really like that during… but oh damn, he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, Seb…"

His hand slid down and he rubbed himself through his boxers, unable to take his eyes off the text in front of him. His strokes got harder and faster as the sex got steamier. "Ungh, I'm gonna cum—" And he suddenly came in his boxers, groaning. Slumping down on the bed, he quickly finished reading the rest of it, going back to the master list.

He took a screenshot with the account's name in it and then went back to her Instagram account to take another screenshot. Keeping his phone away, he slipped out of his boxers, cleaned himself and pulled the covers on top of him, finally feeling tired enough to fall asleep.

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Y/N was walking across the campus of her university, going to the cafeteria when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out, she opened Tumblr to read the message someone had sent her just then.

his-username: Hi there! I was binging your account last night, you write really well

your-username: Omg thank you!!!! I really appreciate it, I love getting feedback! 🥺❤

his-username: You're welcome! Especially your latest post, that was really good ;)

your-username: hehe 😈 glad you liked it!

Smiling widely, she kept her phone away and continued walking, not knowing that the person who had texted her was the same man she had written about. Sebastian smiled to himself when he read her text. After getting up in the morning, the first thing he had done was install Tumblr on his phone. Then he made an account for himself.

Figuring out the app was easy; he found out that there was an option to keep your liked posts and the accounts you followed hidden, and selected it immediately. No one needed to know what he did on the app. Then he went back to her account, pressed the follow button and started binge-reading her fanfictions again. Last night had he read only two, and that had left him wanting more.

Funny how much things can change in a night. He liked and reblogged all her posts without a second thought; he even read all her Bucky Barnes posts. She understood his character so well, put him on what he thought was an undeserved pedestal while writing about him. Some of the stories were AUs, which he found out stood for Alternate Universes. Mostly mobster or mafia stuff.

He had the day off, and he spent the entire time cooped up in his apartment, on his bed, reading. The more he read, the more he started fawning over her, over the version of him that she put out to the world. Dominating, suave and just perfect. He loved it. At the end of the day, he decided to text her again, hoping she wouldn't think he was weird or find out the truth.

his-username: do you wanna be friends, maybe? I'm new to the app, don't really have any friends here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

That was a lie, he knew Mark Ruffalo had an active Tumblr account. But it's not like he could tell him.

your-username: Yes sure!!!! I was also thinking of making some friends on this app lol

his-username: You don't have any on here? But you've been here for years, haven't you?

your-username: haha yeah, but I don't really reach out to people much. Sometimes people leave their feedbacks on my posts, text me but that's that

his-username: Ohhh

his-username: well, let's start with names. Mine's Sebastian

your-username: Really?????? omg that's so cool lmaooooooo (didn't think you were a boy but 😳👀)

his-username: Not a boy, I'm a man 😤😂

your-username: 🤣 im y/n, btw

his-username: Y/N, that's a nice name

your-username: thank you!!!! So, what do you do?

his-username: nothing really that interesting, I'm in theatre

your-username: theatre is nice! I'm studying at [university] in New York lmao

his-username: Wait you're in New York? So am I!

your-username: ASDFHKSHKGF that's awesome!!! also I noticed that you've been going through my account the whole day 😏 notifications upon notifications keeping my phone busy

his-username: Oopsie?

your-username: 😂😂 I really don't mind, it was great! Despite the amount of likes on my posts, I only have a few loyal followers lmao gaining one more felt nice

your-username: You a big fan of Sebastian Stan? Cuz I noticed that you were only reading his and Bucky's fics 👀

Sebastian's face heated up.

his-username: kinda yeah 🤷🏻‍♂️😁

your-username: Cool cool cool, I'm a big fan of his too!!!! also got a crush on him but whatever 😳

Sebastian smirked at his phone. A crush on him, huh? That… was acceptable. He suddenly felt his cocky side coming out; the one she described in nearly all her fanfictions.

his-username: wouldn't blame ya, I mean, look at him. You have also written the most fics about him and Bucky

your-username: right????? damn that man has raised my standards. Anyway, I gtg now, I have to finish a paper before midnight. ttyl!

his-username: Bye! 👋🏻

He kept his phone away and took in a deep breath. This was the most fun he had had in years, and he was not letting her go so easy. He realized he was quickly falling for her; rather unhealthy, but he couldn't help it. Look at her. She looks like a goddamn angel, writes like one, makes him feel like one, do you really expect him not to fall for her? That's insane.

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Months passed by like a breeze. Y/N and Sebastian had become very good friends, and he knew his way around words just enough to keep her from finding out his identity while not lying to her. Y/N also appreciated his friendship, because he was the one to whom she could rant about her most favorite man in the world— Sebastian Stan.

Sometimes, she thought about how weird of a coincidence it was that her new friend and the actor shared the same names, but then she used to brush it off; that was a common name, right? They talked for hours on end; Sebastian (her friend, not the actor) was extremely witty, smart and fun to talk to, she had to admit. Sebastian felt the same way.

His feelings had worsened. Y/N entirely owned his heart now. Somedays, he'd just go on Instagram, go to her account— her username memorized by him— and stare at her photos until he grew tired; he'd never get tired of looking at her beautiful face but his stiff body afterwards begged to differ. She was just so Elysian. He longed for the moment when he could meet her in real life.

His personality had also changed majorly, and people had caught on. Especially his Marvel co-stars, who knew him to be introverted, shy and, in Anthony Mackie's words, "boring". They were surprised at his sudden change in attitude; he knew his worth and Y/N had helped tremendously in finding it. Now, all those adjectives that she used in her fanfictions fit him perfectly.

Sebastian was never tempted to read fanfictions about himself from authors other than Y/N. No, he only loved her work. He was sure no one else could write as beautifully as she did, he was her #1 fan. Y/N even sent him funny Marvel memes she found on the app and he used to enjoy them heartily; God, the others have no idea what they're missing out on. Our fans are awesome.

Everything was going well.

Until one day.

Sebastian was getting bored at home, so he decided to go to the nearby library to clear his mind. He had read not one book in the past few months, hung up on Y/N's fanfictions. At this point, he was obsessed with her and he knew it. It was nothing dark, per se, it was— it was similar to how Y/N was attracted to Sebastian. How she was a fan of his work.

Just the same. He was a fan of her work in the same way. Just how she was attracted to him, he was attracted to her. Walking into the library that he visited often, he gave the librarian a smile and ventured further into the dark place. He checked his watch; the library closed at 12 am, it was currently 9:30 pm.

Not many people were around, heck, nobody was around. He thought himself to be all alone until he heard it. A sigh, coming from a few aisles away. He walked in that direction and peeked around the corner, freezing when he saw the other person. Y/N? Her books were strewn all across the table as she sat alone at the booth, rubbing her temples.

"You okay?"

She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. I'm dreaming. This is not real. Now I know for a fact that Sebastian Stan is not standing in front of me, asking me if I'm— "Hello?" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts. "I, uh— I'm— h-hi," she stammered and he almost chuckled. "Hi." She gulped visibly and blinked at the table, not meeting his eyes.

"Can I have a seat?" He wants to sit with me?! "Y-Yes, sure, sir," she blurted out and he easily slid into the booth next to her. "Hey, please, call me Sebastian. What's your name?" He gave her a friendly smile, even though all he wanted to do was push her back into the booth and kiss her wildly. His shaft twitched just by thinking about it; Y/N was a thousand times more beautiful in person.

"I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you, I'm… I'm a fan," she admitted, playing with the ring she wore on her left thumb. I'm your fan too, sweetheart, the biggest one. "Y/N, nice name. You come here often? I haven't really seen you around." She shook her head. "Oh no no, I moved to this part of the city just a week ago, this is my first time here. The library is cozy," she shrugged, easing out of her tense position.

Sebastian nodded. "Yes, I know, this place is awesome. Got all my favorite books here," he chuckled and she smiled at him. "What's all this?" A groan left her lips. "Ugh, stupid university work. I have to write a book report but I don't even know what to write about." He smiled gently. "Well, I have a few favorite books, would you like some suggestions?"

"Oh, please! Tell me!"

He started listing some of his favorite works and Y/N noted the names down until he said the last name. At that, she froze. That's the name of my latest— She looked up but he had a smile on his face. "Oh, and the last one is by my favorite author." He took a pause. "Y/N Y/L/N." She froze completely, staring at the man with her jaw dropped.

Sebastian grinned. "We finally meet, Y/N, I've been waiting for months." Her mouth opened and closed several times as she recalled every interaction she had had with her online best friend— scratch that— her celebrity crush. All the times she had confessed her love for Sebastian Stan, all the dirty and inappropriate memes that she'd sent him…

Embarrassment flooded her entire body as she exhaled shakily. "It was you," she croaked out, "On Tumblr, the account— I'm so sorry—" Sebastian frowned in confusion when she blinked back sudden tears, a few still rolling down her cheeks as shame replaced embarrassment. "Y/N, please don't cry…" She looked up at him, his figure blurry due to her tears.

"You've read everything, haven't you? I just— I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—" He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn't hug back, though she appreciated the hug especially since it came from him. "You don't know how much you mean to me, doll," he mumbled into her shoulder, using the nickname she often used in the stories she wrote about him. He grew accustomed to it easily.

"Huh?"

He pulled away to wipe her tears. "It was an accident," he admitted, "But I stumbled onto your Instagram account from my explore page. Then I clicked on your account, saw that you wrote Marvel fanfictions and I just couldn't resist the urge to read what you had written. Blame it on 3 am me, to be honest. You're a great writer, and I was immediately drawn to your works. They're awesome.

"They've helped me so much in the past few months. You see this changed attitude that everyone's been talking about lately? All because of you, sweetheart. I'm sorry for keeping my identity secret, but after reading your works, I knew I had to get closer to you. I made the Tumblr account just for you, just so I could talk to you. I'm sorry for lying, but thank you."

Y/N dumbfoundedly stared at him for a few moments, her heart beat getting steady with each thump. Here was a man she admired, loved more than anyone else in the world, telling her that he harbored the same feelings for her. How crazy was that?! Not trusting her words, she simply pulled him into another hug. Sebastian wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her flush against him.

"Can I kiss you, doll?"

She slowly pulled away from him and nodded, shyly biting her lip. Grinning at the endearing gesture, Sebastian cupped her face and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers. The kiss grew hungry in a matter of seconds, and Y/N responded just as eagerly. His hands slid down to her waist and tugged on it, pulling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs as they continued kissing.

"Fuck," he groaned when they finally pulled away from each other, out of breath and panting. "You see what you do to me, doll?" Sebastian spoke huskily as he took her hand, placing it right on top of the tent that was forming in his pants. "Oh," Y/N whimpered when she felt him, the sound going straight to his shaft. "How about I take you home and we recreate some of the scenes from your stories, hm?"

"O-Okay."

"Good girl."

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