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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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In the Hall of the Mountain King

AN: Choo-choo! All aboard the train to Pleasureville (via Wakanda) for @mobbucky's #trainfest.

This is not the fic I was planning for her celebration, but here it is! Dialogue prompt in bold.

Beta'd by the ever lovely @yarnforbrains and dividers by @firefly-graphics

As usual, this fic is not suitable for Minor's.

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Word Count: 3k

Pairing: M'Baku and Journalist! Reader

CW: Voyeurism, Smut (thigh-riding, fingering, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex), size kink, being restrained during sex, pet-names, M'Baku (thick-thighed daddy is a warning!)

When you’d been assigned your role on your network’s research excursion to Wakanda, this was not how you’d envisioned it going.

Whilst the others were going to be looking into the technology, the lifestyle of the King and Princess, they way the country had managed to stay off the global radar for so long, your assignment was delve into the history and culture of Jabari Tribe, the group of Wakandans who, up until very recently, had held themselves apart from the rest of the county, refusing to utilise the technology afforded them by the Vibranium found in the very earth beneath their feet.

Whilst your colleagues were all brushing up on their Xhosa, you sat alone, trying to get your tongue around a few phrases in Yoruba. Dana, Kyle, Shawn, and the others would all be staying in state-of-the-art hotel rooms in the most technologically advanced place on earth. You would be staying in hand-built lodgings in the mountains, and whilst you weren’t upset about it you were aware that it would widen the gap between you and the rest of your colleagues.

You were already a bit of a loner in the office, someone with different interests and often outspoken. It got you the story, but never any friends. You tried to ingratiate yourself, but it always felt too forced, too false. Oh well. Maybe when this trip was over, you’d look for another job, although getting another foreign correspondent role wouldn’t be easy, and it’s where your passion lay.

Despite all that, you were still excited to see the Jabari lands through the eyes of its people.

When your plane had landed in Birnin Zana, the awe-inspiring capital, and the others were hustled off to their lodgings, you got on the Maglev train to take you to the edge of the ‘technology-based’ part of the country. You were met there by a large man, wearing the traditional brown and white woven cloth and furs of the Jabari, who said very little as he helped you up into his ox-drawn cart.

You took photos of the landscape as you went and made voice notes on your Dictaphone as you rocked along with the cart for just under two hours, finally reaching the outskirts of Gorilla City, nestled in the tall peaks. You were shown to your quarters and informed that you would be seen by M’Baku, the tribal leader, and self-proclaimed king, the next day. You were thankful for the reprieve. You were tired and sweaty from the journey and the jet lag. Inside there was a small central fire, a stack of wood off to the side. There was a large jug of water, and you warmed some in the small pan for washing. There was also a platter of fruit and some cold pastries, stuffed with a variety of vegetables and spices, and a cheese of some description. Simple, but comforting fare.

After cleaning up and assuaging your hunger, you checked in with your editor and tidied up your notes. The sounds out here were foreign to you, various birds and animals growling and chirping, and you wondered for a moment how you were going to sleep. Exhaustion won out though, and you slept through until the sunrise.

You weren’t entirely sure what to expect from M’Baku. You’d seen the pictures; you knew he was tall and broad, that he was a skilled warrior and a respected leader. What you hadn’t really appreciated was how that translated to how he commanded a room. You felt his presence as soon as you walked in, heavy and all encompassing. He was sat up on his throne, which was raised off the floor to promote his stature even further. It was obviously supposed to intimidate those coming in, however you were used to macho displays such as this and kept a neutral expression on your face.

His eyes raked over you, sizing you up. You looked back in return, refusing to lower your gaze. His broad shoulders were covered in furs, decorated leather wrapped over the expanse of his chest and his corded arms. Tattoos peeked out here and there from beneath his clothes. Spiked, fur-lined gauntlets covered his forearms. On his lower half he wore a brown leather wrap, decorated with studs, and furred boots, to keep out the cold. He was masculinity personified, and you couldn’t deny you found him incredibly attractive.

“So, you are the person who has been sent to tell the rest of the world about the Jabari. Hhmmph. You look far too delicate to be able to truly appreciate our way of life. Maybe I should send you back to the Golden City?”

His heavily accented voice was deep and reverberated around the space, sending ripples up your spine, despite the condescension you heard in it. This wasn’t your first rodeo though and you knew how to play this.

“I have come here to learn, my king. Rest assured, I am more resilient than I look. And who knows, you may have questions about the rest of the world that I can answer for you.”

You saw something flash in his eyes as you refused to cower. A small smile played at the edges of his lips and he got down from his seat with surprising grace. A few steps and he was standing in front of you, forcing you to tilt your head up to remain looking at his face.

“You are not scared of me, are you, little flower?”

“Should I be? Am I in danger here?”

He didn’t answer, just studied you further and raised an eyebrow. Then he moved away, settling down to lounge on a low bench, legs spread wide and leather skirt riding up high, giving you a view of his thick, muscular thighs. You quickly averted your eyes, but he smiled, aware of how you had been drawn to look.

“I will organise for you to be shown around our city. You will see how we lead simple and fulfilling lives, without the need for over the top technology. We are not backwards, and we are not savages. Just a people who prefer a quieter and less complicated life. I will be interested to see, at the end, whether you have wilted like one of your western roses or survived like the Sabi star in times of drought.”

He inclined his head to the side, and one of his guards escorted you from the throne room. You felt his eyes on you the entire time.

You knew that this was a test. You’d been taken out to see the farthest reaches of the Jabari lands, taken to the highest accessible peaks of the mountains and shown the most back breaking work. You’d walked for hours, struggling to keep up with your guides, and then ended up bumping up and down in a cart, pain jarring your spine, when they deigned to give you a break. You kept your discomfort to yourself, determined not to break and give M’Baku the satisfaction.

A week in, and your muscles were aching. At least you had been granted access to the bath house, able to relax in the waters warmed by geo-thermal vents. You enjoyed talking to the other women, improving your limited Yoruba. It also gave you the opportunity to research more about their society, away from the things M’Baku wanted you to see. Not that you felt he was deliberately trying to hide anything, more that he wanted to make you uncomfortable to maintain the upper hand.

You lingered in the warm water after the other women had left. They had families and houses to tend to, whereas you had no such concerns. Your eyes drifted shut as you inhaled the steam and felt the knots in your muscles loosen. Your mind floated as the water lapped over your skin, and you imagined strong fingers grazing over you instead, touching firmly, gliding gently.

You sensed him before you saw him, his presence filling the bathing room as it had done in his throne room. You moved unhurriedly, sinking further under the water as if it were an afterthought. He’d seen your body now, and any displays of shrieking modesty were going to give him the advantage. You opened your eyes and smiled coyly at him.

“Is there something I can help you with? I can’t believe you are in the women’s bath house by accident.”

He sat down on one of the benches, legs splayed and leant forwards, elbows resting on his knees.

“You are an intriguing woman, Sabi. I have not met many from outside the Jabari who are as stubborn as you.”

You chuckled and grabbed your washcloth, soaping up your arms.

“I have been told I’m stubborn on many occasions. It works well in my line of work though.”

You ducked under the water to rinse off the suds and kicked your legs to cross the large bath, popping up to the edge right in front of him. You rested your arms on the side and tilted your head to the side, regarding him.

“You are used to people being intimidated by you, even without you intending it. Especially outsiders. I intrigue you because I refuse to play the game. I am a guest in your country. I know that I am not in any danger from you.”

He leant further forward, his face inches from yours, eyes sparkling with mischief, lips twitching in amusement.

“Is that so, little flower?”

“If I am in danger from you, then you, sir, are also in danger from me. I can hold my own. Trust me.”

His eyes darkened.

“You play with fire, Sabi.”

You felt your breath hitch, the tension in the room around you thick and heavy. Your body inched further upwards, out of the water.

“It’s a good thing I’m inflammable then…”

His nose brushed against yours, and your eyes fluttered closed…before you pushed yourself away from the wall and dove back under the water with a splash. You kicked your way back to the surface and stood with your back to him, the water stopping at your waist, and brushed your hair out of your eyes.

Turning your head, you looked back over your shoulder. M’Baku was grinning broadly, shucking his clothes. You turned back, grabbing your soap and washcloth and sinking back down.

There was hardly any splash to let you know that he’d entered the bath, but the way the water lapped against your body was indication enough.

You turned to face him and ran the cloth over his chest and shoulders where they peeked out of the water.

“I must commend your people. They have definitely kept me busy this last week. The land of the Jabari is quite beautiful. I like the quiet pace, the simpler way of doing things. My mind has been less busy.”

“I am glad that you have been able to appreciate what we have to offer.”

He reached out a hand and ran it slowly over your side, under the water, until it settled just above your hip.

“And is there anything else…on offer?” you asked, dropping the washcloth and laying your hand onto his chest, marvelling at the sheer beauty of him.

“Sabi, you can have anything that you want.”

His other arm wrapped around you, his fingers splayed on your lower back, just above the swell of your ass, pulling you to him. His lips, soft yet also domineering, slid over your own, as one of his thighs pressed between yours. Your arms came up to twine around his neck, and you opened your mouth to invite him in. His hands moved to take hold of your buttocks, pressing you harder against his leg. You felt the strong muscle flex against your core, the wiry hair on his leg stimulating you just right, causing you to roll your hips against him. This action caused your breasts to rub against his equally hairy chest and you couldn’t help the whine that flew from you.

He chuckled at that, drawing back from your mouth so he could properly watch the expression on your face.

“Aaah, this is what it takes to get you to be quiet is it? To stop you running your mouth and challenging me? Just need your king to make you feel good, my flower?”

He flexed his thigh again and manhandled you with ease, moving you up and down his leg. Your head fell back. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this good. The water splashed around you as you rutted against him, and he dropped his mouth to your neck, licking and nipping at your skin. You could feel your high creeping up on you, and you were reaching desperately for it when M’Baku bit down hard on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, sucking a bruise into your flesh. Your body jerked in his hands as you came, breathy gasps leaving your throat.

You were still coming down as he rose up from the water, lifting you effortlessly and wading to the steps at the edge of the pool. He lay you down on his fur cloak that was lying on the floor. It took you a moment to realise that he had pulled both your hands above your head, holding them together with one large hand and stretching you out under his gaze. This display of possessiveness and demonstration of just how small you were compared to him aroused you more than you would like to admit. He trailed his free hand down your body, starting at your forehead. His forefinger stroked down your nose, then swiping across your lips and he smiled as your tongue snuck out to lick the pad. His fingers travelled down your neck, and he momentarily let his hand rest across your throat, heavy and large, and your eyes darkened further with desire. Your breathing picked up as his fingers snaked back and forth across your chest, swirling first around one nipple and then the other. The feel of his rough finger combined with the cool air on your damp skin caused the small nubs to pucker up and your body to shudder.

“M’Baku, please!”

You were embarrassed by your whine, but his touch felt so very good. He stroked across your stomach and then lower, over your mound. His knee pushed your legs apart, baring you to his gaze.

“Who am I to you, Sabi?”

You moaned and arched up as his finger pushed between your folds, rubbing over your clit and teasing your entrance.

“Ọba mi!”

“Yes, my flower, I am your king.”

His finger pressed inside you and you cried out at the intrusion.

“Look how you bloom for me, so beautiful.”

He pushed in a second finger, and when his thumb started to rub circles on your clit you arched up into his touch. He leant over and lapped at a nipple and you squirmed, feeling him smile around your flesh as he sucked it between his lips. Your second orgasm hit you fast, all the stimulation M’Baku was imparting on your body was almost too much to bear. Your legs thrashed and your hips bucked as the waves washed over you.

You felt bereft and empty as his fingers left the warm clutch of your pussy, but then he was covering you, his lips pressed against yours, hungry and demanding, his hand still holding your wrists captive.

“Do you want this Sabi?”

His nose rubbed against the side of yours as he settled between the V of your thighs. You could feel his cock, hot and heavy, lying against your core. It was all you could do to let out a hoarse “Yes!” as your legs wrapped around his waist and drew him even closer. His tip caught on your entrance, and he toyed with you momentarily with tiny thrusts, teasing you and grinning boyishly. You caught him off-guard though, tilting your hips and making him sink in further. Now it was his turn to moan.

He was big, his girth stretching you wide, and you were glad that he had used his fingers on your first.

“Look at me…it’s all for you, my flower.”

You tried to focus on his face as his hips rolled, pushing another thick inch into you and bringing his body more fully across yours. He was so broad, his presence so all-encompassing, that all you could see, all you could feel, or smell or think, was him.

“Please, ọba mi, please!”

He growled low in his throat as he finally worked his whole length inside you. You felt so small beneath him and the thought had you clenching around him. You rocked your pelvis, words lost to you now, but desperate to have him move. Every inch of you felt sensitised, like the air just before an electrical storm, and you felt like you were ready to break any second.

He kissed you then, less desperate than before, but just as deep, and he began to rock gently against you. Your eyes fluttered shut, the sensations overwhelming you. The fur under your back, the heat of his skin pressed as close to yours as it possible to be. His earthy, musky smell suffused you as his cock split you apart. His pelvis rubbed against your clit and you felt yourself climbing again.

“Come for me, Sabi. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

He was practically purring in your ear, and you could feel the rumble in his chest where it was plastered to your own. He muttered encouragement and praises as he drove you towards your peak.

“Has Hanuman sent you to me, ododo mi? Sent me a woman who challenges me? Puts me in my place? Makes me laugh? Makes me feel so much passion? I would feel you now. Do it for your king, your ọba.”

He ground against you, sparks of pleasure darting through your core and you fluttered around him. You clung to his broad back, your nails digging into his smooth flesh, leaving marks of your pleasure.

“Oh god! Uh-uh!”

Your cries were drowned out as M’Baku groaned loudly in your ear, as with further few deep thrusts he pulsed inside you. He let go of your wrists and turned the pair of you so you were lying on top of him, head nestled into his shoulder.

You don’t know how long you drifted in your post-orgasmic haze, trailing your fingers up and down his chest and over his arm, tracing his tattoos, but when you started to shiver from the cold, you felt M’Baku drawing his cloak around the pair of you.

So, yeah, when you’d been told you would be researching the Jabari, this was not how you’d envisioned it going.

ọba mi - my king in Yoruba

ododo mi - my flower in Yoruba

The Sabi star is a hardy, drought resistant flower native to large parts of Africa. Its Latin name is Adenium obesum and is also called kudu, mock azalea, impala lily and desert rose.

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years

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Fall, in love

a/n: this is my entry for @mobbucky ‘s 600 celebration trainfest. congratulations you amazing talented human!! i really hope you like this story <3

paring: Ransom Drysdale x Plus size reader

AU: Arranged Marriage; friends to lovers (implied)

destination: this train goes to Cloudtown (Fluff) via Gutpunch city (Angst)

prompts used: (1) “Give me your hands,” “What?” “Give me your hands. You’ve been trying to warm them up for the last five minutes,” ; (2) “I fear you'll leave, but I'll do everything to make sure you don't" (prompts written in bold)

warnings: Angst! Fluff, implied insecurities (ransom), soft!Ransom, arranged marriage, crying, toxic parents and family, colourful language (well obviously), mention of ransom being a “no strings attached type of guy”. text messages in bold italics

words: 1.6k

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Warmth radiated from the cup of coffee you held in your hand, while you admired the view outside. The leaves had turned orange, there was a slight chill in the air, your favourite season was here.

Your phone chimed, disrupting the quietness you were enjoying in that moment. “HELP”, the text read. Ransom Drysdale, your friend and your husband. Although you weren’t sure about the man’s definition of a friend, you knew Ransom counted on you, even if he didn’t acknowledge it much.

“These people are the fucking worst” another text, you smiled. He was supposed to have lunch with his amazing family who were just a tiny bit insufferable. You could imagine him sitting there annoyed, while his family threw some colourful remarks about his lifestyle at him, the usual.

“Have fun ;)” you replied, keeping your phone aside and taking a sip from your coffee as you shifted your focus to the window again. The trees were indeed beautiful. You loved fall, though you weren’t sure what was so special about it. Was it the leaves changing colour? Was it the air getting chilly? What about the beautiful smell all around that accompanied fall? Or maybe that the season reminded you of Ransom? You firmly believed it was anything but the last point.

Your marriage was arranged by Harlan and your family, Harlan liked you and thought you would be good for Ransom, the rest of the family weren’t big fans of you but not like you cared. Your parents weren’t as bad as Ransom’s still they were rich and cared about their status. You didn’t want to get married at all but something in you felt like giving a chance to Ransom, to at least get to know him a bit. You weren’t on talking terms yet but you had seen him in some parties hosted by his family and you always felt there is more to him than what met the eyes.

The first time you interacted with Ransom Drysdale, you remember how he tried to study everything about you at once. You ran outside for some fresh air at his Grandfather’s birthday party, the people inside were suffocating you. You found him there, standing outside, maybe trying to get away from whatever it was going on inside.

Ransom was impressed that you weren’t someone who could be understood in one meeting. Except the obvious fact about you that anyone could understand, you were kind. The way you treated the help, the way his grandfather’s dogs loved you, how you checked up on his Great Nana and Harlan, you were kind. He also noted how you rolled your eyes when those rich snobs went on about shit neither of you were interested in, a smirk graced his face.

“So, we are getting married apparently” you weren’t sure if he intended it to be a question or a statement. “apparently” you replied. So many questions were bubbling in your head, but the most important one, that you blurted out, was “Why would you agree to getting married? Aren’t you a no strings attached type of guy?”

Ransom chuckled and took a good look at you, you were cute, he liked the way your brows furrowed slightly. He quickly admired your curves before answering your question. “I am also a guy whose grandfather gives him a monthly allowance, among other things.” It all became a little clear to why he agreed.

“Oh” was all you could say. Soon the chill in the air got to you and you felt cold. You rubbed your hands in hopes of feeling better. Ransom broke the silence with something you didn’t expect him to say.

“Give me your hands,” he uttered casually, “What?” you didn’t believe your ears, “Give me your hands. You’ve been trying to warm them up for the last five minutes,” and you did. It was sweet, unlike the Ransom you had heard about. He rubbed your hands with his larger ones, made you feel warm. You didn’t miss the smirk on his face.

It still felt unbelievable that you’re married, to none other than Ransom Drysdale, it all happened so soon. Before you got married you and Ransom had agreed on continuing to live your lives however you wanted to. The man couldn’t believe that you’d be so supportive, giving him a green signal to live his life without any changes. But he couldn’t bring himself to go back to everything. His old lifestyle didn’t feel interesting anymore.

Ransom found you intriguing and different from the people he usually met. You both decided to get to know each other more. Even though you came from a rich family, much like him, you weren’t like anyone he had met before. You became friends, he shared things with you he didn’t think he ever would. You didn’t disrespect him or think he wasn’t good enough, when you didn’t have something kind to say, which you did almost all the time, you just listened and made your presence known. Your presence soon become enough to calm him down.

Ransom was scared of any form of attachment, still he couldn’t hold up his walls much longer around you.

That day when he came back home after having lunch with his family, you could feel something was off. He didn’t make any sarcastic comment just rushed back to his room. You both had different bedrooms of course. Sometimes you wondered how it would be to share a room, but whenever any such thought tried to enter your mind you brushed it off. You both are friends, just friends. Right?

You knocked on his door. No answer. You knocked again, and again. “What?” he opened the door and you could see his bloodshot eyes. He was crying. Oh it broke your heart to see him like that, you had never seen him cry before but maybe this was long overdue, considering his family left no opportunity to insult him. Sure he didn’t care, but for how long?

“Ransom-“ he held his hand in front of you. Ransom didn’t want this to happen, didn’t want you to see him like this. You must think he is pathetic, that he is a loser. Ransom doesn’t understand why you put up with him. Sure he is nicer to you than he is with others, still you deserve so much better, you deserve love.

“I don’t need you to give me a lecture or pity me okay? leave me alone” Ransom didn’t mean to be cold to you, but he chose to be. He slammed the door in your face. You stood there flabbergasted. You were just trying to help, but maybe he needed space.

You made his favourite for dinner, in hopes to cheer him a little. He didn’t come out of his room, dinner time passed and it was getting pretty late. Sure he sometimes had outbursts after meeting his family but he never behaved like this before, he was nice to you, sweet to you.

You went up to his room again and before you could knock you realised the door was unlocked, slightly open. After softly opening the door fully, you were met with the view of Ransom sitting on the edge of his large bed, his face resting on his palms, elbows on his knees. Your strong, tall husband looked so fragile at that moment.

“Ransom” you whispered softly, moving close to him. He didn’t look up. So you kept a hand on his back, though you were nervous. You thought he may flinch at your touch but the complete opposite happened.

Without a word he wrapped his arms around your lower half. He was still sitting while you stood in front of him, rubbing his head and back softly. Ransom let out all those pent up sobs. You felt so soft against him, so comforting, he held you tight.

“It’s okay Ransom, it’s okay. I’m right here.” at that he snapped his head up. Ransom tried his best to find deceit in your eyes but he was only met with adoration. Maybe it was better to ask directly.

“Why? Why are you here? Why do you care?” those questions came to his mind before as well. Why would someone as amazing as you care about him, a man who didn’t deserve you.

“Don’t let anyone else tell you who you are Ransom, and don’t let those corrosive thoughts in your brain tell you you’re worth. All this while you have been neglected and misguided but not anymore, I am here and I care about you because you deserve it. You are so much better than you think you are. You’re my friend, my companion,” You didn’t notice the tears forming in your eyes. Ransom stood up, holding you close, wiping your tears.

“I don’t know if I deserve you or not but I am thankful. I care about you too, even if I don’t always show it. You’re kind, sweet and beautiful, so beautiful. I feel lucky to have you as my companion. You radiate warmth that even reaches my cold selfish heart.” He took a deep breath and hugged you, enjoying your softness and relishing how your curvy body felt against him, hiding his face in your neck, before he continued, “I fear you'll leave, but I'll do everything to make sure you don't.”

You rubbed his back, a small smile crept up to your face. “I’ll never leave you Ransom, even if you try to push me away, I won’t go easily” his grip on you tightened, you could feel his lips turning into a smile against your neck.

It seemed everything would work out as you both stood there in each other’s arms, smiling. Neither of you wanted to pull apart, but you did. “Ransom, come on you haven’t eaten anything.” You held his hand, he nodded. As you both were going down to have dinner, hand in hand, he suddenly pulled you close. He looked so good up close, smelled like Autumn.

“Hey, wifey! Will you go out on a date with me?” You smiled. “It’s high time you asked me out, husband.” Now you know why this season feels so special. Fall reminds you of love, fall reminds you of Ransom.

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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Unhinged | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This is my entry for @mobbucky's "600 Celebration Trainfest"! Big Big congrats to you, babe :) 🥰

So everyone please climb aboard as we travel to Gutpunch City for some good ol' angst!

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Bucky sat alone in his darkened apartment. The tv was on, casting eerie shadows along the walls and filling the room with the sounds of soccer game. His eyes were vacant, unfocused. He felt himself getting lost in the deep waters of his thoughts, drowning with no hopes of resurfacing. A deep ache had set up camp in his chest two days ago with no intention of leaving. It was unbearable, and nothing Bucky did could make it go away. It worsened with each passing moment, never relenting- but he was certain that he deserved to feel such pain.

A light knock pulled Bucky out of his ever-darkening thoughts. Every part of him wished it was you knocking on his door, but he knew it wasn’t. With a huff, he pulled himself up off of the floor and dragged his body to the door. He found Sam standing in the hall with a six pack and a pizza, and normally, it would’ve been a welcome visit. But he hesitated to let Sam in. The only person he wanted to see, the only person he wanted to talk to, was you. But he’d fucked that up royally.

Sam and Bucky ate and drank without talking, both men with their eyes focused on the game but not really paying attention. After the pizza was demolished and the beers emptied, Sam decided to broach the subject, “So…have you spoken to her?” Bucky sunk deeper into the couch and shook his head. He’d never felt so defeated in his very long life.

“I don’t think she wants to talk to me…” he muttered, “I think it might be over”. Sam didn’t know what to do. All he knew was that Bucky needed to be with you more than he needed oxygen, and right now, he was suffocating.

“So, the two of you fought, that’s normal for a couple…” Sam offered, but Bucky shut him down. He thought back over everything that had happened and hated himself so much that wished he could blip again. “We didn’t just fight- we got into an argument and when I got up to leave the bedroom…” he paused for a moment, letting the shame wash over him, “I ripped the door off the hinges. I didn’t mean to, I was just- I was upset…sometimes I don’t know my own strength”.

Sam cringed at the image of Bucky partially destroying your apartment. He hadn’t expected those words to come out of Bucky’s mouth, not when he knew how Bucky was around you. He was always gentle with you- always soft and kind and quiet with his best girl. Sam shifted uncomfortably on the couch with no idea what to say. All he could come up with was, “oh…I didn’t know that”. Bucky nodded. He replayed the incident over and over again until he thought he might throw up.

A grueling, throbbing pain cut through him with every beat of his heart. He’d been in agony for the two days since it happened, but admitting what he did out loud struck the final blow. His jaw clenched and his hands balled into tight fists as he sat silently, hating the serum than coursed through his veins. A scarlet trail began to ooze from his palm as his nails dug deep into the flesh, but he didn’t notice- he was too consumed with thoughts of you.

“You should’ve…” he eventually muttered, “you should’ve seen the way she looked at me”. He thought back on how scared you’d been, how terrified you were of him. Your wide eyes and open mouth haunted him every time he blinked. He’d seen himself as a monster for years, but never wanted you to view him that way. He’d worked so hard to shed his sharp, intimidating Winter Soldier exterior and be the kind of man you deserved, but he failed.

“It hurts so much- why does it hurt so much?” he asked, his voice utterly broken, “I just want it to stop”. Sam sighed; he hated seeing his best friend in so much pain. Bucky had never gone through heartbreak before- he didn’t know how to handle it. This was a completely new experience for him that made him want to rip his heart out of his chest with his too-strong metal hand. He'd never thought he'd have someone in his life to be heartbroken over, and now that he'd lost you, he wished someone could wipe his mind one last time.

“It hurts because you love her...” Sam murmured, “It’s kind of a good thing-means you actually care. Have you tried to reach out?” All Bucky could offer was a shameful shake of his head, prompting Sam to huff. He checked the coffee table, the couch, and the floor, but couldn’t find Bucky’s phone.

He asked where it was, and Bucky mumbled something about it still being in his bag. Sam rolled his eyes and strode across the room, rummaging through Bucky’s duffel until he unearthed his phone. “Oh, shit- okay, well, you’ve got twelve missed calls and twenty-one texts from her. So…I think she wants to talk”, Sam told him.

Bucky’s head snapped in his friend’s direction and was off the couch in seconds. He scanned your messages in disbelief:

“Buck, please come back. I’m not upset.”

“Please please don’t worry about this, babe. It’s not a big deal. Just come over.”

“I miss you. Can we talk?”

“Bucky, I love you. Please call me back.”

He couldn’t believe it- you still wanted him. You missed him. You loved him. Relief began to spread through him slowly, making him feel real again. “Shit, she’s been trying to talk to me this whole time” Bucky mumbled. Sam shot him a ‘duh’ kind of look and grabbed his jacket. “Once again, Sam Wilson saves the day”, he joked as he headed out the door, “you’re welcome”. In a flash, Bucky pulled on his boots and grabbed his leather jacket, knowing he had to get to you as soon as possible.

He spent the entire ride to your place working on what he was going to say, but he knew it was pointless- he was certain he’d fall apart immediately upon seeing you. When he reached your door, he knocked gently, not wanting to alarm you. His mouth ran dry when you opened the door with your tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes. “Buck…?” you murmured. Fresh tears pooled in your eyes and you wiped them with the back of your hand before falling into Bucky’s embrace.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you-I wasn’t looking at my phone. I didn’t think you’d wanna talk…” he muttered. You pulled away for a second and took his chin between your fingers, looking him deep in the eye. “If you thought I didn’t wanna talk to you,” you said with a sniffle, “then you don’t know me at all”. He chuckled a little and reveled in the feeling of you wrapped up in his arms. For the first time in two days, he felt the muscles in his shoulders begin to relax. It was amazing the effect you had on him, the way you could melt the tension from his body with just one touch.

He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but knew deep down he had to apologize. “Baby, about the other night- with the door…” he cringed as he brough it up, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I know I scared you, I just- sometimes I don’t know my own strength”. You could hear the shame coloring his voice. Your poor super soldier was always so gentle and sweet with you; he never wanted to expose you to the side of him that could snap you in half with ease. He was rambling, letting his anxiety get the best of him, when you took his face in your hands.

“You didn’t scare me”, you asserted, “Surprised me? Yeah. But I wasn’t scared…I know you’d never hurt me, Buck”. Bucky heard the sincerity in your words but remained unconvinced. His eyes flicked behind you to the hall that led to your bedroom, his gaze falling upon the broken hinges and bits of debris he’d left behind. “You sure about that? The look on your face told me otherwise…” he said as quirked an eyebrow at you.

“I’m sure. Honestly, Buck, the first thing that came to mind was that my landlord is gonna hate me- that's what you saw on my face,” you joked, “would you- would you just come in?” He let you take him by the hand and lead him inside, shutting the door behind you. “I want you here-I didn’t want you to leave in the first place”, you murmured.

He shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans and tried to remember any of the things he'd rehearsed on his drive. “I feel normal with you, baby”, he said with a small smile, “when I’m around you, you make me feel like a regular person- and then I rip a door of the fucking hinges and it reminds me that I’m kind of a monster, you know?”

“Buck, you’re not a monster. You’re literally a super-hero. And all those years at Hydra, you were using maximal force all the time-" his jaw tensed at your mention of his Winter Soldier days. You saw his eyes darkening and quickly stopped his spiral, “but you’re always so gentle with me. You’ve never hurt me- not once. I’m not scared of you, and I know for a fact that this was an accident. So, please, don’t worry about it-I’m not”.

He let his forehead rest against yours and took a deep breath, letting your words soothe the cracks in his heart as he shut his eyes. “I’ve been in agony for days, I thought I was dying,” he muttered, “Sam told me that’s what heartbreak feels like”.

You placed a light kiss to hips, leaning into him with no intention of ever leaving his side, "I promise you'll never have to feel that again".

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buckysbaby-doll · 2 years

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Hey I was wondering if anyone knows of any daddy Bucky x little reader fics, like ddlg?

Ik @purple-babygirl does some AMAZING ones like her whole blog is incredible, I was just wondering if anyone knows of any others coz I can’t get enough sfhsfgss

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wolf-knights · 2 years

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Buzzing in my veins

Pairing:Sebastian stan x m!reader(afab)

A/N :this is my first time writing something and posting it on tumblr and this was solely written for revenge on @mobbucky

mentions: bondage(not extreme), eating out, words used to describe genitalia(hole, nub, sensitive area), striping,fingering, smut, slight 'daddy' dynamic. DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE OR UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. if theres any warning i left out please let me know.

-> 18+only, do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. minors and ageless blogs do not interact with my blog or my fics. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

You and Sebastian had just gotten back from a breakfast date, you both were here in london where you both first met 4 years ago.

As you got back to the hotel room without running into paparazzi, sebastian puts down the snacks you had bought and looks at you and walks behind you and wraps his arm around your waist "we can shower together before getting ready for the photo shoot and the BAFTA's" he whispers in your ear which to this day sends shivers down your spine but you cover it up with a smile "if we do, i would be limping through out the night." you say back as you slowly sway together "please love." "how about later tonight you can do whatever you want." you say as you bite your lip a bit, sebastian sighs "Okay but remember I'm not letting you sleep before midnight." he says as he kisses your neck softly.

After getting dressed for the photo shoot and heading to the address you had been messaged about to you both, after getting a couple of photos by yourself the photographer asked both of you to pose together "sebastian if you could just stand behind y/n and in a way hide your face in his neck." the photographer said and you both did as you were asked to do. Usually doing the steamy photo shoots didn't bother you but doing them with seb for your new movie was putting you on edge, and sebastian knew what were you thinking and he decided to tease you about it discreetly "are you getting hot and bothered?" he whispered in your ear as he layed behind you on the air mattress as you both looked at each other, you lightly hit his hand to tell him to stop, which he doesn't throughout the whole photo shoot.

Now you were at the BAFTA's and you had just walked the red carpet and were now standing beside sebastian, you both look at each other with a smile before he holds your hand in his as you walk to the award show, both of you had a seat beside each other which you sat in "I didn't tell you this but you look quite good in your suit Mr.Stan" you whisper in his ear "do I now? You look good in yours too Mr.l/n" he whispers back with a smile as the award show begins. You both had been nominated for different movies you both have acted in this year and had also gotten awards for the said movies.

Sebastian and you were alone in the elevator when you entered it and seb had pulled you close and kissing you passionately "congratulations." you both say at the same time at which you laugh but that is cut of by sebastian pinning you against the elevator wall and kissing you again and deepening the kiss devouring you, all of sudden the elevator comes to a stop and and sebastian quickly moves beside you as you turn red and the doors open letting in an elderly couple who smile at both of you, next floor is your guy's floor and you get out running to your room and trying to get the key card to work as sebastian presses soft kisses on your neck. Getting in the room seb closes the door as you pull out the champagne from the the ice bucket and pouring both yourself and him a glass before slowly walking up to him as he sat on the single person sofa "congratulations sebastian." you say in a seductive voice and hand him his glass and you both take a sip of the expensive champagne before he asks you to come closer which you do "strip for me darling."he whispers in your ear taking your champagne glass and placing it to the side, you blush a little and start to strip for him slowly wanting to tease him in your own way, as you strip off your clothes for him while seductively moving your hands on your body, seb drank his champagne as his eyes moved all over you but not making a move to do anything. As you strip of the last piece of clothing off your body which also happened to be your underwear he chuckles seeing your wet spot "well look at that, I haven't even done anything except kiss you and you are already so ready for me my darling." he says with a smirk as you get flustered. He walks up to you, him being still in his button up shirt which he had rolled the sleeves up off showing of his oh so gorgeous arms, he pulls you closer to him by your waist and kisses you slowly and gently which in its own way was hot and sexy but the kiss slowly turns into a heated one you moaning in his mouth as he pulls away he smiles and starts kissing your neck as your hand move to his hair "wh-where do you w-ant me seb?" you ask as you moan as he lightly plays with your nipples "not seb love, it's daddy right now" he whispers in your warningly "where um do you want me d-daddy?" you ask again as his hand moves over your sensitive nipples, then he goes to his suitcase to pull out one of his ties and walks back to you standing behind you"hands darling."

He ties your hands together with his tie before starting to press kisses all over your shoulder blades "right now I want you on the sofa, legs spread." he orders in a gentle voice but still dominantingly. You do as he said sitting on the sofa with your legs spread and look at him with shy smile, he comes closer to you and kneels between your spread out legs and grabs your legs and pushes them closer to your chest and smirks as he sees you blush as you were fully exposed to him and yet he was still dressed showing just how much of a hold he had on you in these situations. He blows some air on your sensitive area which makes you buck your hips and he chuckles "patience baby." he says as he kisses your inner thigh, you could feel his hot breath where you desire him most he starts placing kisses on your other tigh "oh darling so ready and beautiful for me." he presses a soft kiss near the area you wanted him more than anything "p-please da-ddy. no te-teasing." "I won't darling I promise." he says as he dives in and starts eating you out, he licked where you were sensitive, it looked and felt like he knew every nook and cranny of your body and how to bring you pleasure, moving his tongue in circles through your wet core.

His hums, moans and grunts sent intense vibrations up your spine making you arch your back while moaning and bucking your hips even more now as you get closer to climaxing. Sebastian knew you were getting close by how your legs were trembling and and by how your moans sounded. He presses a soft kiss to your core before pushing his two fingers into you gently eating you out slightly more aggressively "d-da-daddy I'm-cu-cu-" you were cut of by your own loud moan as you cum all over sebastian's tongue your back arching head thrown back with your eyes closed. Seb helps you through your high, he rubs your stomach soothingly as he smiles at you "so good darling, so so good for daddy." he says as he pulls you in for a kiss you could taste your self on his tongue but didn't really care much as he rubs your thigh before breaking the kiss "are you still up for more?" he asks sweetly "you are forgetting we have done much more than you just eating me out love." you tell him and kiss him again. He helps you stand up before leading you to the big window in your hotel room, which makes your eyes go wide as sebastian smirks from behind you "keep standing there while I remove my clothes darling."he whispers in your ear as he removes his clothes in a hurry.

His hand reached to grab the lube which he squirted a generous amount of lube on his cock before stepping closer to you and pressing a soft kisses on your neck "now time for the real deal, angel." he whispers in your ear as he spreads your legs a little for easier access and pushes in you without much resistance. You moan loud leaning back against sebastian wanting to kiss him, seb gets what you want and turns your head a little to kiss you properly. As sebastian slipped his tongue in your mouth he also started thrusting into you slowly being aware of you already being sensitive from your earlier orgasm. You sighed dreamily before pressing your hot cheek against the cool glass, sure you were worried and scared of what would happen if you were seen in such a position "you like this darling?" he asks as he keep thrusting into you slowly while stroking your hip. "you like when the whole world can watch you fall apart like a slut, don't you?" you moan and close your eyes as you feel seb's cock poke the spot "I-I d-do daddy." sebastian starts thrusting a little harder.

The windows were the types of the window you could see through from the room but wouldn't be able to from outside which seb was very well aware of the fact that no one could see you plus he wouldn't let anyone see that sight but him anyway. Sebastian's hand moves up to your chest to tease your nipples a bit, he pinched and rolled them between his fingers while you clenched around him moaning and whimpering. He groaned and hid his face in your neck sucking on your skin to muffle his own moans a bit. You felt like flying at the sweet sounds that were being let out by seb, it made you feel better knowing that you could make seb feel this way. "shit, you are still as tight as the first time darling." seb hisses and rocks his hips up to feel more of you if that were possible as he was balls deep in you. He presses you more up against the window, making you whine as it was really cold and your body had to get used to it.

He quickly unties the tie and pins your hands against the window completely trapping you against the window and his body "think about it beautiful. Someone down there is looking up right now, wondering who deserves such a handsome and pretty, sinful angel like you. I'm so fucking proud to call you mine." you whine and kiss his bicep as it was the closet part of his body you could kiss" you look so vine yet so filthy right now darling, slutty little angel." sebastian growls in your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe." p-please da-ddy" you moan and seb hummed "what do you want darling, use your big boy words, I know you can." he whispers in your ear "w-ant you to t-touch me, please" you say quietly and softly with tears starting to form in your eyes, poor seb didn't have the heart to tease you more so he snakes his hand around your hips, and using his middle and ring finger to play with your sensitive area. All while thrusting into you, he in synced his thrusts and the movement of his fingers, you keened high in your throat, a small soft smile displaying on your lips.

Seb moved his fingers a little more slowly over your nub every time he thrusted into you which made your legs tremble and shake. You were on your tippy-toes to keep the position you guys were in currently "d-daddy I'm-I'm close." you chocked out, feeling your abdomen tighten. Seb himself was about to cum, his legs were shakey aswell, his brows furrowed. He pulls your head back so that it rests on his shoulder, he places soft, loving kisses on your cheek and neck. He groans "you are allowed to cum whenever you want darling, show everyone how good he makes you feel" "so-so good daddy." you say and close your eyes moaning. Sebastian came deep inside you at that, resting his head in the crook of your neck as keeps moving his fingers over your sensitive area "come on baby, make a mess for daddy". You sighed softly when your whole body froze and you came the second time that night. Sebastian slowly pulls out and holds you when you nearly dropped to the floor as your legs gave out.

When you both started breathing normally again, sebastian picks you up gently and places you on the bed carefully before kissing your lips softly "let me just get something to clean you up" seb says and walks towards the bathroom coming back with a cold wet towel and wiping your thighs and and other areas softly and gently. Sebastian threw the towel in the washing bin before grabbing you and himself a water bottle and two granola bars for each of you. He got on the bed and pulled you closer to himself giving you your water and snack "you took everything so well, beautiful, I love you." he says before taking a big gulp of his water "I love you too sebby."you whisper as you sleepily eat one of your bars. After getting done with eating your snacks you both lay down and you cuddle closer to seb's chest, he wraps his arm around your waist, eventually you both fell into the dream land.

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Hope you had a good time reading this, I know it's quite long for a first time fic. Thank you for reading ❤️

#wolf-knights writes #Sebastian stan #Sebastian stan x male reader #Sebastian stan x m!reader #sebastian stan x male reader smut #sebastian stan x male reader #first time writing

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clovermunson · 2 years

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always yours — b. barnes

pairing: Bucky Barnes x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: when Bucky’s plan to find the perfect valentine’s gift doesn’t go the way he wants it to, he ends up putting together his own gift for you (with a little help from Sam)

warnings: absolute fluff. pure, sweet, sugary cotton candy like fluff. mentions of food. use of the nickname “doll” because that’s Bucky’s favorite nickname for his partner.

author’s note: the first installment of the valentine’s collection! as always, reblogs and likes are always appreciated (especially reblogs!!), i just ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as your own and do not repost and translate my work!! —xo, morgan💙

taglist: @multifandommandy @onlyfreds @melmalone @velvetcloxds @cupids-crystals @kc-needs-coffee @ardent-musings @mobbucky

If anyone was ever-the-romantic, it was James Buchanan Barnes. He’d never had issues finding gifts for any holiday or even your birthday, but this valentine’s day had him stumped for once.

Every aisle of every store within a five mile radius just didn’t have the perfect gift, and he was at his wit’s end trying to find something that he would consider at least acceptable by his high standards.

“I dunno, Sam”. Bucky confided in one of his best friends, Sam Wilson. “I’ve searched every store in town and I just can’t find the perfect gift. Everything is either bland and boring or entirely too flashy.” He sunk down onto Sam’s couch, raking his hands through his short hair.

“Have you thought of just making something for them?” Sam offered, “something simple you know, like a homemade gift basket with all their favorite things?”

That was it. The perfect idea.

“Sam…you’re a genius.” Bucky snapped his fingers, leaning up with his elbows rested on his knees.

“Wait— can you say that again?” Sam chuckled, retrieving his phone from his jeans pocket, “I need it on video for proof that it was said.”

Bucky shook his head, rising from his seat, “get it out of my face Sam, or I’ll break it.” He covered the phone with his metal hand, a snarky smile on his face as Sam quickly put his phone back in his pocket.

“Alright, I’m gonna go out and get a few things and make the best damn gift basket y/n’s ever seen.” Bucky grabbed his wallet and keys from the coffee table before heading towards the door.

“Go get 'em, Buck.” Sam smiled, waving him off.

“Don’t call me that.” Bucky shook his head as he opened the door, quickly making his way out to the driveway where his car was.

It wasn’t long before Bucky had accumulated a shopping basket full of all your favorite candies and sweets, gift cards to your favorite stores, a teddy bear with a plush heart, and a goofy card with a cartoon donut saying "I donut know what I’d do without you!" to top it all off.

As he was standing in the check-out line, his phone pinged, indicating that he had received a text. He fished around in his pocket, finding his phone to see the text was from you, making sure Sam hadn’t dragged him into another mission. He quickly responded to let you know that he was still free and that you wouldn’t have to spend valentine’s day without him.

As soon as he entered your shared apartment, he set all of the shopping bags down near the couch, setting the white wicker basket on the coffee table before emptying the bags.

“I’m beginning to think this was a terrible idea.” Bucky spoke into his phone, “I can’t arrange this in a way that looks halfway decent.”

“I’m sure you’re just over-reacting.” Sam’s voice came from the other end of the line, “quit holding yourself to such high standards because they’re gonna love the gift either way and you know it.”

“I hope you’re right.” Bucky stuffed the teddy bear into the basket, arranging the bags of candy, sweets, and gift cards around it in a way that he was finally content with.

“I know I’m right, I’m always right.” Sam smirked.

“Shut it, Wilson.” Bucky stifled a chuckle, “listen y/n’s gonna be home any minute so I’ve gotta get this set up for them to see. We’ll talk more later.”

“Catch you later, Buck.” Sam chuckled to himself before hanging up.

Bucky shook his head as the line beeped, “god I hope this gift is a winner.” He carefully turned the basket, so you could see it as soon as you walked in the front door. He quickly signed the card, propping it up to look as if the teddy bear was holding it. On a whim, Bucky decided to make dinner for the both of you; just a quick, simple chicken alfredo dinner with garlic bread.

Your keys jangled in the door knob, turning the lock to allow you access to your apartment.

“Buck?” You called from the front door, “I’m home!” You quickly closed the door behind you, dropping your work bags to the floor as soon as you saw the gift basket that sat on the coffee table.

“In the kitchen!” Bucky called back, “don’t come in here, it’s a surprise!” He sounded panicked, but you ignored his tone and assumed he was busy.

“James Buchanan Barnes…” you murmured to yourself as you looked over the gift basket, “you’ve really outdone yourself, haven’t you?“ you plucked the card from the teddy bear’s arms, opening the envelope to reveal a pink card with a silly little cartoon donut, then your eyes landed on Bucky’s scratchy manuscript:

I couldn’t think of anything else, so I put this together to show you how much I love you. You mean everything to me.

—always yours, Bucky

You smiled to yourself at the card and the gift basket, noticing it had all of your favorites in it. Bucky may come off as stoic and intimidating to everyone else, but they’d never get to see this side of him and that’s what you loved about your relationship.

“y/n?” Bucky called from the kitchen, “can you come here for a second?”

You sighed, a whimsy smile on your face as you set the card down on the table, “James…what did you—” you stopped in your tracks at the doorway of the kitchen, taking in the view of perfectly cooked chicken alfredo and the aroma of garlic bread.

“Surprise.” Bucky wore a goofy smile, proud of his handy work in the kitchen.

“You had me thinking you caught something on fire in here.” You smiled, a giggle escaping your lips.

“Nope, no fires. Just your loving boyfriend and the fantastic meal he prepared for you.” Bucky pulled you into a hug, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “happy valentine’s day, y/n.”

“Happy valentine’s day, Buckaroo.” You smiled goofily against his chest before realizing you still had to give him his gift. “Wait here.” You quickly pulled away, running to your bedroom to find his gift.

“y/n—” Bucky tried to call after you, chuckling at his own futile attempt as you were already in the bedroom, sifting through your bedside drawer.

Within moments, you returned with a small black box wrapped with a red bow and a little card attached to it.

“It’s your gift.” You held it out to Bucky. “I’m sorry it’s not much…I was a little stumped on what to get for you and then I found this and I just knew it was perfect. A bit expensive but…y’know what? Just open it.” You shyly smiled, embarrassed by how much you’d spent on it.

Bucky felt a little better knowing that he wasn’t the only one struggling to find the perfect gift, but he didn’t expect you to go out of your way to find anything special for him.

“It doesn’t matter what the price of the gift was, doll.” Bucky smiled, taking the box from you and carefully untying the bow, “what matters is that it’s from you.” He opened the box, revealing a gold compass with both of your initials engraved on the top.

“y/n, you didn’t have to do this.” Bucky’s eyes widened as he removed the compass from the box, seeing that it had your anniversary date engraved on the bottom of it.

“I wanted to.” You shrugged, “I figured something romantic and practical would be the best thing. If you get lost or something, maybe you’ll be lucky enough to have it on you and it can lead you back home.” You smiled as he took your hand, bringing it up to his lips to place a quick kiss to the back of it.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” Bucky’s lips curved into a smile against the back of your hand, “and I mean that with my whole heart.”

“I’m glad you love it.” You smiled, biting your lower lip, “and that gift basket, you wanna talk about that?”

Bucky snorted, trying to hold back a chuckle, “if you don’t like it, it was Sam’s idea. But if you do like it, then it was my idea.”

“Well you’re in luck, because I love it.” Your hands cupped his face, pulling him in for a kiss.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re saying that just to spare my feelings.” Bucky smirked, “but I know that you’d never lie to me about that.”

“The gifts cards were a nice touch.” You admitted, smiling. “Maybe I won’t spend so much on stuff I don’t need now.”

“Highly doubtful.” He chuckled, a hand resting on your hip.

“Let’s not judge each other’s spending habits too much, yeah?” You laughed, a hand coming up to rest behind his neck, causing him to smile.

“Maybe I don’t need the compass to lead me home when I’m lost…maybe I just need it to lead me to you.” Bucky’s eyes scanned over your features before your lips met in a tender kiss.

Maybe all that time spent searching for the perfect gift wasn’t so bad after all.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #beloved-bucky’s valentine’s collection #morgan’s writings #mcu fics

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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So here we are, it's been 12 whole months of fic recs! Starting this blog a year ago was the best decision and I've read so many incredible stories and met so many incredible people!

My plan is to collate each months fic recs into one masterpost and I'll continue to do monthly fic recs in 2022!

As always please give these writers some love and reblog their stories because gosh do they deserve it ❤️

Make sure you check individual warnings as the majority of these works contain adult content.

*indicates a series

Jake Jensen

Hack the halls by @mjolnir-steve (Jake Jensen x fem!reader)

Under pressure by @beefybuckrrito (Jake Jensen x f!reader)

Bucky Barnes

*Softcore by @kaitkat (college!bucky x f!reader)

Petal by @navybrat817 (Beefy Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

*The match by @babyboibucky (CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Dead in the water by @gogolucky13 (Pairing: sailor!Bucky Barnes x siren!f!Reader)

Can't get you out of my head by @spicynudlesoup (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

*The bride of soldat by @vampy-doll (Bucky Barnes x reader)

*It starts with trust and ends with us by @world-of-aus (Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader)

Lone wolf by @beelicious-barnes (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Yours by @jadedvibes (Beefy ex!Bucky x lawyer!reader)

Lucky by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Ari Levinson & Ransom Drysdale

On the way by @jamalflanagan (Ari Levinson x black!reader, Ransom Drysdale x black!reader)

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

A touch too far by @angrythingstarlight (Alpha Steve x Omega Reader x Omega Bucky)

*Eternal brand by @navybrat817 (Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers)

Curtis Everett

*Home sweet home by @stargazingfangirl18 (Curtis Everett x Female!Reader)

Steve Rogers

*Time to run by @syntheticavenger (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Quench my desire by @syntheticavenger (Soft Dark! Rocker Steve x Female Journalist)

*Housewarming by @the-iceni-bitch (dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader)

Andy Barber

Messy gifts by @late-to-the-party-81 (Andy Barber x Reader)

Rules are meant to be broken by @jobean12-blog (Andy Barber x reader)

Christmas Eve by @mobbucky (dark! Andy Barber x f! Reader (gn! applies too))

Ate my heart by @beefybuckrrito (Soft!dark Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader)

Lee Bodecker

The interrogation by @gogolucky13 (Lee Bodecker x f!Reader)

Ransom Drysdale

*Quiet kisses by @holacia2 (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

#fic rec #december fic rec #bucky barnes #jake jensen #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #steve rogers #curtis everett #andy barber #lee bodecker

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moongoddessmox · 2 years

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Warning: 18+, slight hurt/comfort

Word Count: 776

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: “I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”, “People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you.”

Valentine's Day Blurb for @mobbucky

Prompt List | 2.1k and Valentine's Celebration | Blurb Masterlist

The long corridor was dimly lit by the sconces on the walls as you made your way down it. You snuck away from the grand ballroom after receiving a note from one of the couriers, a small envelope with a green wax seal, immediately recognizable as Loki’s seal. You clutched it close to your chest and slipped away from the Valentine’s Day ball, opening it in secret to the short note in elegant ink. I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here. Your heart fluttered as you found your way through the large castle, up to the highest peak, until you were standing in front of his chambers. The large wooden door was intricately carved with designs of battle, a story of a warrior prince fighting for his claim to greatness. It was your favorite door in all the castle.

You gently ran your fingers across the designs before knocking, waiting for him to answer or call you in. The only sign of life was the retreating footsteps of the courier that must have just dropped off his gift from you. Usually, there were guards by the door, a custom of all royalty in the castle but when there were none, it meant that he called them off. And he only did that when he wanted absolute privacy.

Loki’s voice beckoned you inside, it was distant and low and sounded broken. You slowly opened the door and shut it quietly behind you. No one knew that you were in love with Loki, no one knew that you spent many sleepless nights together in each other’s chambers, or how you laid together in the library reading to each other. You were viewed as an esteemed guest in the castle, someone with the intention of marrying well or for an alliance. But you couldn’t help but fall for Loki. He was sad, broken, and in such need of comfort and you gave him everything he’d ever wanted. He didn’t understand it, he didn’t understand how you could love him, but you always made sure he was included. If he seemed to slink off during events, you always went to him, or openly invited or engaged him in activities. You were warned not to get too close to him, especially by Odin, but you brushed it off. Loki was incredible, intelligent, strong, and so worthy of everything you wanted to give him.

Loki was standing in the corner of his room, his back to the door as you walked over. As you approached him, you saw him tense, it was unusual because he always relaxed when you were near.

“Loki?” you brushed your hand over his shoulder blades, pulling a soft hum from his lips.

“My darling,” his voice trembled a bit, his smooth accent wavering as he tried to compose himself. In front of him, you saw the gift you had sent to his room, a large basket of his favorite treats and flowers. Baked goods branded with hearts and a letter of your love. You were sure he would love it, so it broke your heart a little to hear him so upset.

“You don’t like it?” he turned around at your question, almost offended that you would think that.

“It’s perfect, it’s too perfect. I am not worthy of such a gift, my love,” his green eyes fell to the floor and you swept your hand under his chin.

“Loki, you are worthy of everything you desire. Fate has brought us together and I couldn’t be happier to have someone like you in my life,” his teary eyes met yours with furrowed brows.

“People like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you, I think fate was being harsh on you,” Loki’s voice cracked, a sob being chuckled away as he averted his eyes again. You didn’t know what else to do, you’d never kissed him before but it was all you could think to do at that moment. You brought his face to meet yours and placed a delicate kiss on his soft lips. You could feel the doubt leave his body as he melted into your touch.

“I trust that our paths were meant to align and every day feels so effortless with you, Loki. You are everything to me,” your quiet words soothed his soul and allowed him to let you in completely. He ran the back of his fingers down the side of your face until his thumb brushed along your chin, admiring every inch of your beautiful face.

“Lay with me, my love,” his lustrous voice sent warmth across your body as you took him into your arms again.

#mox2.1k #loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #fanfic

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oitommothetease · 3 years

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Invisible String (1/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 1147

You just wanted a new start away from the judging eyes of your parents and the constant comparison to your sister. Moving to a different and smaller town would mean giving up your corporate job and choosing to work on your novel full time. And that's exactly what you wanted.

Of course, that career choice wasn't accepted by your parents and that's why taunts and judgements were constantly thrown at you during the family dinner on weekends. Having a know-it-all doctor sister with an amazing doctor husband and gorgeous children who aspired to be doctors wasn't ideal either. So when you finally broke the news over dinner one night, your mother signed and shook her head in disappointment. On the other hand, your father had a lot of stuff to say. One thing led to another and the next thing you knew, your family was trying to convince you to marry some rich, arrogant family friend of theirs and be his trophy wife.

Having had enough of this bullshit, you finally stood up, bolted out of that house and decided to never look back.

Maybe you didn't think this through, maybe you shouldn't have been spontaneous and should have considered talking to your accountant before quitting your job and packing up everything.

You didn't realize the errors of your path until it was too late, until you were standing inside an apartment with a realtor who was convincing you to buy this amazing place at a not-so-expensive rate.

“So, what's the catch?” you asked.

She cleared her throat, trying to avoid the inevitable interrogation.

“What is it?” you questioned again. “The owner is a dick? Drug dealer? Woman beater? Criminal?”

The realtor huffed, clearly not expecting your approach to the situation. ” God, no. No, it's nothing like this. You saw that club on our way here? ” She pointed her thumb towards the road, and you nodded.

“Yeah, big, fancy place.”

“Well, the owner of that bar, James Buchanan Barnes, also owns this building and he and his friends are not the kind of person you want to mix up with. People are scared of him and they don't like being on his radar.”

“I’ll take it.”

“What?” she asked, her tone filled with bewilderment.” This is the part where clients tell me they need a few days to decide, and then they look the owner up and send me their refusal the next second.”

"One gal to another. I don't have a lot of money to own a place like this. With the money I have, I can afford a two-bedroom apartment with 5 roommates. So if I can get this amazing place at a cheap price, then I think I can handle a shitty neighborhood."

The realtor didn't try to convince you further. She felt relieved to finally get rid of this apartment, but she also felt bad for you. She didn't voice her concern again, knowing that you wouldn't listen and she should just take the win.

Three days later all the papers were signed and you were finally moving into your own place. A place where you can do whatever you want to without hearing a disappointed sigh in the background.

The novel you were working on was about a 21-year-old woman who accidentally traveled to the past while trying to travel to the future. Sci fi mixed with action was your jam. With your job, you could hardly get 3 pages done in a week, therefore this whole new life.

All you needed was a job that didn't require a lot of your time but also paid the bills. You could work at the supermarket down the street, but that would take up your whole day, and you'd have to deal with dick customers. You needed a job that would keep you free during the day because that's when you're the most productive.

Bucky didn't like people, especially new people in the town, people he didn't trust, people he didn't have any leverage over. Unfortunately, you were one of those people, so when you waltzed in applying for a bartender job, he wasn't pleased.

Whereas you were oblivious to the daggers he was sending your way through the computer screen.

Usually, Clint, the manager or one of the men Bucky knew and trusted would take interviews on a new employee, but for you, Bucky would make an exception. That is how you landed in his way bigger office than a medium-sized manager's office.

"Name?"

"Y/n."

"Any bartender-related past job experience? "

"I worked in retail in high school, so I know how to deal with assholes, I think I can work with drunk people," you joked, he didn't respond. "Um, I did a few bartending gigs in college."

"College? What major? "

"Mass Media."

"Any other job experience?"

"I worked in a company as a PR for two years."

He raised his brow in bewilderment, asking you to explain. He didn't say it, but you just knew.

"I mean, haven't we all left our corporate jobs to bartend?" You joked and he didn't respond, again.

"Why did you move here?" He interrogated, clearly not enjoying your antics.

"I guess, I just wanted a change of scenery and work," you lied, he picked it up in a second but didn't push it further.

"You're done." He declared.

"Oh, um, thank you. Would I be hearing about it, or you just have the calling policy because no one took my number and-"

"We are not hiring you." He cut you and declared, again.

"Excuse me? No offense, Mr. Barnes, but it's a fucking bartending job. I don't know what more you require than experience or communication skillset because I literally have both."

"I don't trust you," he pointed a finger towards the door and you stood up. " Those guys down there working, they're not just my friends, they're my family. I trust them with my life. "

"What is this? Fucking fast and furious?" you half yelled.

A voice in your head told you to tell him about the book. Surely that would make him trust you or your reasons for pursuing this career despite having a complete opposite career in the past. But you wouldn't give this arrogant man an opportunity to see you vulnerable.

"You know what? I don't even need your stupid job." You announced before bolting out of his office.

That was a lie. You needed that stupid job. It was a perfect job, you could have the day all to yourself to structure the plot of your book and you'd have to work in the evening and night. But obviously, your stupid ego would not let that man have the satisfaction of knowing that something is wrong. You don't need a knight in shining armor and horses to save you, you learned horseback riding in a summer camp in grade 6. You can definitely do this and you got this.

#mobster bucky #mob bucky #mob!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #mob!bucky x reader #mobbucky x reader #mob!bucky x you #mob!bucky series #bucky series #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky barnes series

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Sweet-Cheeks

AN: Hi folks, this is a bit different to my normal fics. Firstly, it was written as a gift for a dear friend, who isn’t on Tumblr, and has already received their copy. Secondly, whilst I have written WLW fics before (and will again), in this story our reader is specifically a Trans!Woman. If this is something you don’t want to read, please walk on by now. If this is something you are against, please unfollow this blog.

Are you still here? Thanks! In this story our reader was AMAB but has only recently come to the realisation that she’s a woman, so she’s still at the relative beginning of her journey, both emotionally and physically. Every trans person’s experience is unique to them. Some are comfortable involving their birth genitalia in intimate situations, some are not, and both choices are valid. In this story our reader is comfortable, to a certain extent. That may be different at another time, but suffice to say her partner is accepting of her choices. I hope that you enjoy this story. I believe that every person has the right to representation in all forms of media.

Thank you to @midnightf and @mobbucky for beta-ing this fic, and a non Tumblr friend for performing a sensitivity check. Divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

Pairing: Nebula x Trans!Fem reader

Wordcount: approx 3k

Explicit content, minors DNI

CW: Mentions of dysphoria, mentions of torture (carried out on Nebula in the past), self-confidence issues, friends to lovers, breast worship cunnilingus and fingering, pussy job, one mention of the phrase ‘girl cock’, cuddles.

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Sweet-Cheeks

“Sonofa…piece of crappy…aaggghhhh…cheap hunk o’ junk!!!”

You smiled to yourself as you sauntered through to the engine room of the Benatar, which also doubled up as Rocket’s tinkering area.

“I am Groot?”

You heard the questioning note in the young tree being’s voice.

“Nooooo, you cannot help. What do you know about the intricacies of these sorts of things?”

“I am Groot!”

You heard Rocket sigh.

“Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, it was nice of you to offer and I am being a grump.”

You rounded the corner and found your small furry friend crouched in the middle of a pile of machine parts and wires that, to the untrained eye, looked like a pile of rubbish. To be honest, to your trained eye, it still looked like a pile of rubbish. Groot sat to the side, on top of a crate, earbuds pressed into divots in his bark covered head, tapping a long root covered foot against the metal, in time to some music he was listening to.

Rocket sifted through the pile in front of him until he lifted up a spanner with a triumphant shout.

“Ah-ha!”

It was then that he noticed you, smiling at him

“Here’s the help I need! Lovelace, get your butt over here and hold this.”

He pointed to two pieces and when you took hold of them he started to tighten a nut and bolt.

“So, R, what you doin’?”

“Aah, you know, nuthin’ special. A small bot for Quill’s birthday that can carry stuff around for him, shift things to and fro. Was wunderin’ if you’d help with the coding? Live up to your nickname?”

Letting go of the now secured pieces, you tossed your hair over your shoulder. It was really growing out now and it made you happy, the way the lush waves framed your face. You looked down at your nails, neat and tidy, despite all of the various physical work you were involved in, and picked a small speck of dirt out from under one.

“Tell you what, R, I’ll supervise Groot doing the coding, he needs the practice.”

You turned to the sentient tree.

“How’s that sound buddy? Wanna up your coding game?”

“I am Groot!”

The reply was full of excitement, an unusual thing for him, given the depths of teenaged moody-ness he seemed to be in most of the time.

“Alright, fine…he can help you Lovelace, but I tell ya’ if it’s not ready, and working properly, there’ll be hell to pay.”

You rolled your eyes at him, and moved over to one of the side tables, rummaging through the items on it until you found your diagnostic pad, the reason for your foray down here in the first place. Turning back around you teased your friend.

“Don’t give me all that. We all know your bark is worse than your bite.”

You reached out and gave him a scratch behind his right ear, making him sag against you briefly, before you skipped out, hearing him shout from behind you.

“That’s cheating, Lovelace! Cheating!!!!”

Your chuckle echoed down the metal hallway as you made your way back to your quarters.

“Neb? Nebbbbbbb! You here?”

As you walked through the door you shouted out to your bunk mate. Whilst you got on well with all the rest of the crew, it was with Nebula you felt most comfortable. She’d accepted you exactly as you were, understanding that a person’s exterior was never a true reflection of their inner self. You both had days where you disliked how you looked, but when that happened, you buoyed each other up with encouraging words and silly jokes. You could honestly say she was your best friend, and you were glad that you had each other.

However, despite all the strides she had taken in accepting herself, she couldn’t get away from the fact that the Mad Titan had altered her, disfiguring her with mechanical parts to make her stronger, turned her into a sentient weapon, sometimes as a ‘reward’ and sometimes as a ‘punishment’. This unfortunately meant she needed regular diagnostics of those parts. Initially, it had been Rocket who’d carried them out, but after Thor and Drax had rescued you from a backwater planet, where you’d been forced into using your skills to support an intergalactic mobster, you’d taken over the job.

“I’m here, Sweet-cheeks.”

You laughed at the nickname that only she used, given to you after a disastrous attempt with make-up, that she said left you looking like you had two gumba sweets stuck to your face. She sashayed across the small space from your shared bathroom, flopped down onto her bed, pulled up her skin tight purple top and opened the access panel on her abdomen.

You perched next to her legs, connecting up the diagnostic pad and running through the programme you had designed.

“Any strange feelings in the last month?”

You were intent on watching the read-outs, so you didn’t see the strange look that briefly passed over her face.

“Erm, no. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

You nodded and disconnected the wires before you motioned her to sit up. You rose up onto your knees and shuffled closer so you could take readings from her optical implant.

“No dizziness or blurred vision?”

Nebula sucked in a breath before answering.

“No, none at all…”

“Perfect then, as usual.”

She gave you a weak smile as you stowed the pad on top of the small bedside table. You brushed a lock of her blonde hair out of her eyes (a new addition she allowed herself, as part of her route to reclaiming her autonomy), before drawing her into a hug.

“What is it, Neb? You can talk to me, you know that.”

She lay down, pulling you with her, arms around each other, with you pulled in tight to the side of her tall, slim frame. You sighed lightly into her shoulder as she absent-mindedly stroked your hair.

“We’re friends, aren’t we Sweet-cheeks?”

“Of course we are! Why would you question it?”

“It…it’s just that…I’ve never had a friend before. Every time Gamora and I got close Thanos would find some way of driving a wedge between us again. And then, just as she and I were really connecting Voromir happened. And I know I sort of still have her, but it’s not the ‘her’ that I started to feel a connection with.”

You hugged her tighter.

“Oh no, Nebs, it could still come. I’m sure you will get your sister back.”

“I hope so. But, you’re still, really, my only friend, the only person I’m close to.”

She pulled in a few deep breaths.

“…And…that’s why I’m scared…”

You moved slightly, to lie on your side and prop yourself up on your elbow, so you could look at her.

“Why are you scared? You can tell me…honestly.”

Suddenly, she pushed up from the bed, away from you, and started pacing.

“All these stupid feelings. Make me pathetic, make me weak.”

Reaching out, from where you were knelt watching her inner turmoil, you grabbed her hand as she neared you, halting her progress.

“Neb, we’ve talked about this, feelings don’t make you weak and pathetic. That’s your trauma lying to you.”

“But what if I’m wrong? What if I ruin everything?”

You were sure you had missed something, you were so confused.

“What are you going to ruin? You’ve lost me.”

She rushed you then, caging you in with her arms against the wall and her knees on the bed in front of you.

“No, I can’t lose you, but I…fuck!”

Nebula took you by surprise as she pressed her lips to yours, in a quick, and nervous, kiss. Realisation hit you. This beautiful woman, your friend, this tortured soul. You loved her.

Fuck! You loved her!

You already did your utmost to make her smile every day. Told her how beautiful, how worthy she was. You loved the way she did the same to you. There was no one else you’d rather spend your time with.

You looked back at her, searching her face, and the expression that met you was one of worry.

“Fuck… I shouldn’t have done that, I…”

You pressed your finger to her lips to quiet her.

“Shhhhh. You absolutely should have.”

Before you could overthink it, you wound your arms around her neck and pulled her back in, kissing her this time. In return, her arms wrapped around your back and bore you to the mattress, her tongue demanding entrance to your mouth, her legs straddling yours.

You were no shy and retiring virgin, by any stretch of the imagination, but this was your first time of any meaningful intimacy since you had opened up to yourself and began living your life as the true you, so you took time to just experience what was currently happening. The soft urgent-ness of her lips, the firm grip of her arms, the weight of her body atop your hips. The smell of her soap and her own unique scent, the sound of her soft moans and sighs amongst the wet smacking of your lips against each other.

Her hair tickled your cheek and you could feel her heart beating against yours where your rib cages touched. Her breasts were pressed to yours and you were thankful that she wasn’t wearing her leather top today, so you could feel them better as they brushed back and forth. The movement made your nipples peak within your own top, frissons of pleasure darting down between your legs.

More moans sounded in the relative quiet of the room, and you realised they were your own. How long had you wanted this? This yearning buried deep within yourself. You had been worried, the same as her, unwilling to make the first move in case it spoiled what you already had. But, now in this moment, if you never had anything more than kissing her like this you would be happy. The way she was making you feel was better than any fantasy you’d ever allowed yourself.

When she pulled back from your lips, you chased hers, needy and whining at the loss. She chuckled in response before kissing her way down your jaw and onto your neck, sucking lightly at your pulse point, which caused you to gasp and arch up towards her. Your arms moved of their own accord to skim down her body, slim and womanly, to settle briefly on her hips, before sliding up under her top, to press your hands to the warm skin of her back. You wanted, no needed, to feel more of her.

“Neb…..”

Your spiralling feelings pulled her name from your lips with a reedy cry.

“I’ve got you, Sweet-cheeks. I’ve got you…..”

She moved to sit up, still straddling you, and you helped each other remove your tops. She was bare under hers and the glow from the lamp highlighted the contours of her bared body; her perfectly formed breasts, her toned abs, as well as the implants forced upon her by her ‘father’. She was beautiful, and you felt ugly compared to her. You didn’t even realise you had wrapped your arms around yourself, protecting yourself from her gaze, until she tutted, took hold of your wrists and gently pulled them away.

You risked looking up at her face and had difficulty comprehending the emotions you saw there.

Hunger. Desire. Lust.

Your breath hitched, causing your chest to jerk up and drawing attention to your small breasts, encased within a black bralette.

“Don’t hide yourself, princess. Not from me. Never from me.”

She pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone, trailing across the top of your chest until she reached the other side, before pulling at the lace over your shoulder with her teeth and letting it snap back. Her fingers skimmed up under the fabric, pushing it up and off over your head. Her warm lips made a path down the centre of your chest, over your sternum and her hands rested on the mattress either side of you.

“Please, can I kiss you? Can I make you feel good?”

Unable to speak, all you could do was nod at her, and in a flash she had captured your right nipple in her mouth and was gently rolling the left between her fingers. You arched your back into her touch and a cry of pleasure left your lips as your fingers sought her hair of their own volition, holding her to you. Your nipples were so much more sensitive now, although you had always enjoyed them being played with. You could feel her smile around your soft flesh before she pulled off with an obscene ‘pop’ and swapped her attention to the other side.

When she pulled off again you dragged her slightly up your body so you could latch on to one of her breasts. Her skin was delicious, her scent intoxicating. Your hands roamed her skin, feeling every bare inch, but it still wasn’t enough. Taking her by surprise you flipped the pair of you, pulling down her tight trousers and underwear, baring her to your gaze. She was as exotic and alluring as you’d imagined and you couldn’t hide the excitement in your eyes as you carefully pulled her apart with your thumbs and dipped in with the tip of your tongue to taste her.

The way she shuddered and whined under your touch made your own arousal that much stronger. You licked again, a broad stripe from her hole to her clit and she cried out loudly.

“Fuck, ‘so good, princess!”

Emboldened by her praise you hooked her legs over your shoulders and moved in closer. You lavished attention to her pussy, licked and sucked on every fold, before you latched onto her clit. Her hips bucked up, pushing her core against your face, so you placed your hands on her to hold her steady. You cast your eyes up, observing her reactions, the way her body, glistening with a sheen of sweat, writhed under your touch. Her hair was a messy halo on the pillow, as she palmed one of her own breasts with one hand and gripped the sheet with the other.

She was glorious, even more so when you pressed your first two fingers inside her. You twisted and turned them, learning the feel of her, which movements made her moan in pleasure. Then you found it. Your crooked fingers pressed against that spongy spot, making her wail incoherently. You doubled-down then, losing yourself in her softness, her wetness, her smell. You licked and sucked at her, stroked her insides until her thighs tightened against your head and you tasted her cum on your tongue. You slowly withdrew your fingers and lapped gently at her, as she came down from her high. As she relaxed into the mattress she tugged at you, pulling you off her pussy and dragging you up her body.

She kissed you deeply, moaning as she tasted herself on your tongue.

“I’ve got to touch you some more, Sweet-cheeks. Is that okay?”

“Very okay, Neb.”

You let her turn the pair of you back over, and she pulled down your trousers and underwear. It took all of your self-control not to try and cover yourself, to push all your insecurities to the back of your mind. You were hard and throbbing between your legs, so aroused by her that you wanted her to see. When you looked up at her face you were met with her coy smile. She brushed a thumb over your tip, smearing the sticky fluid she found there across your sensitive flesh, making you shiver.

She straddled your body again, sitting over your hips so her warm, wet core covered you, pressed down onto you. It felt so unbelievably good. She took hold of your hands and placed them onto her hips.

“So, I’m going to sit up here and rub off on your girl-cock. I’m going to make you cum and that’s going to make me cum. Okay?”

You responded with a whimper as she ground her hips down on you and began to rock back and forth. Your fingers tightened their grip as you helped to guide her, her slick mixing with yours to ease the glide. You were so on edge and she felt amazing, sat as she was on top of you. Her hands came to rest upon your chest, playing with your nipples again.

“You going to use me to get yourself off, lover?”

“Yes…” The confirmation was pulled from you, your eyes fluttering closed as you revelled in the sensations, her pussy leaking over you, the delicious friction her movements caused, all heightened by pinched pleasure darting from your chest. She was so completely wonderful. You turned yourself over to the pleasure, just letting yourself feel, just…experience.

“That’s it… that’s it! Take what you want Sweet-cheeks… such a good girl for me… making me feel so good, baby… you going to cum?...Going to make me cum?...Fuck… I’m close, so close, princess…”

She shuddered and whimpered above you as her second orgasm wracked her body, the bucking of her hips sending you over the edge and you came with a dizzying shout.

You were aware of Nebula collapsing down onto you, her weight pleasant and reassuring, her breasts pressed to yours and her head buried in your neck. Her fingers found your hair and stroked through the strands. You floated for a while in the post-orgasmic haze, just enjoying being with her like this. When she finally disentangled herself and made her way to the bathroom you shivered from both the loss of her closeness as well as the warmth her body had provided. She returned quickly though, damp washcloth in hand, wiping you down.

When she didn’t immediately get back into the bed you were concerned, but it only lasted a moment as she took hold of the edge of your bed and pulled it across the room towards hers where you lay. You laughed, jumping up to help her and moving the small side table out of the way, so she could push both your beds together. You grabbed a couple of spare towels and shoved them into the space between the two mattresses. You could both sort out something better at the next stop at a major space port, but it would do for now.

You both flopped down onto your new, combined bed and smiled at each other. She drew you into the circle of her arms, her forehead pressed to yours, gazing into your eyes.

“I love you Sweet-Cheeks.”

“Love you too, Neb.”

#late writes #nebula #nebula x reader #nebula x fem reader #nebula x trans fem reader #trans reader #amab trans #transfem #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel #wlw nsft #smut fanfic

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 2 years

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how about another tag game? hehe

Writers (cuties) which of your three fics do you feel are underrated? ✨Reblog and Tag as many people you want ✨

my three underrated fics:

• Day Out (Andy Barber x Plus size singe mother reader)

• After we met (Nick Vaughan x reader)

• Rain of Love (Steve rogers x desi/south asian reader)

no pressure tags: @writing-for-marvel @moongoddessmox @mrsdrysdale18 @rodrikstark @onsunnyside @aynanasstuff @midnightf @andy--barber @speechlessxx @rogersevans @mobbucky @destroyer-chris @thesecretwriter and anyone else who wants to!

#tag game #chris evans x reader

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mirkysconcubinefiction · 3 years

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Kinda the Secretary

Plot IdEa:

MobBucky! x Reader (either gender but I write as female) swear warning.

Bucky isn't a fool. He knows there's a snitch in his midst. Someone is talking and he's sure it's you.

You are after all here - his secretary/PA - as an undercover to take him down.

He should have killed you but it would have been too easy. Too obvious. So Bucky treated you accordingly.

With what he was paying you it wasn't worth the hassle. First week you're hired you dress in business casual, fetch coffee, answer phone, play candy crush.

Second week there's a hidden camera in every corner, listening devices just about everywhere and there's a God dam dress code.

Skirts - heels - makeup - blouses... you had to take a stupid selfie and send it to him. He complained about your wardrobe and you snidely made a comment that paying rent was more important than making sure each day was something new and titillating.

What does the biggest asshole mob boss of the east coast do? He has someone deliver you clothes every week. A fucking rotation of mini skirts, busty blouses, some with cutouts showing off an inappropriate amount of skin, stilettos with red bottoms and pencil thin heels that made you self conscious of your weight.

God... you would die if your luscious ass snapped a heel and tipped over.

Also. Your desk. Your beautiful mahogany desk with it's hand carved character was replaced by a modern monstrosity and positioned in a way that the asshole Boss could look up from his desk, peer through the glass, and see right up your skirt.

Accepting this stupid assignment was supposed to be easy.

Easy money.

Paid time off from assignment after assignment, working a desk job was supposed to be a vacation.

Paid hours from the government and paid by a man easy on the eyes but he was a good excuse to not do shit. You were fine funneling money into your bank account and pretend to be a loyal dog for the cause.

You didn't care about the drugs, the gambling, the murdering and typical old fashioned business.

James Buchanan Barnes was your retirement. Last a year with his murderous tendencies and you could apply for permanent leave of your secret government job and cash in years worth of OT, Vacation, and Sick leave.

Instead Bucky the asshole ran you ragged. It was as if he knew you were here for shits and giggles.

You're not stupid. The bastard has a mole - it was that incel Quentin Beck - the guy was creepy and got a hard on over being Bucky.

Instead you have fun. Either you survive the year or you die. If Bucky wanted you to dress like the office slut then so be it.

Underwear? Meh, laundry day.

Bra a dark shade that stuck out from your tops? Can do.

Nails? Black French tips, pointy witch nails, bedazzled with fake stones? Done.

Pedicures? You thrived in pampering yourself.

You deserved it.

No matter how much was stacked on your plate you got it done. Late nights? Early mornings? Skipped lunches? Whatever it took you made sure it was perfect.

Sucked that the minions took to bothering you at least it annoyed the asshole Boss

Had to suck moreso for the asshole Boss when you didn't fall into his amateur ruses. Giving you bread crumbs to see if you would snitch.

The frustration looked good on the man.

The scowl.

The pacing.

Eventually it comes to a head when the higher ups question you. They send people to bother you. To intimidate you for information to put the asshole man away.

You ignore it until it gets physical. They're aggressive and now they believe you're a traitor. You break a heel when someone pulls you into a stairwell. It's a dirty fight. Woman to woman and you regret wearing your hair loose.

Your nail chips.

Another breaks off and it hurts since it tore off part of your real nail.

You toss the woman out of the stairwell and leave her in a heap. Thankfully you have spare clothes at work, you take off your broken heels, pick up your bag, and run up the stairs and away from the mess left behind. Your head is down as you have to walk through the garage to get to the business entrance of the company that was a front for the heavy stuff.

Unfortunately you're recognized and someone tattle, calling their boss to tell him you're a mess.

Making it to the office you hurry to the coat closet where your spare uniform is hanging in a garment bag. Leaving is another story as Bucky is suddenly there, filling the doorway and he's pissed.

You try and fix your hair and hide your sore hand with it's broken nail but he's taking you in. Dirty, bruised, bleeding, hot mess with torn and rumpled clothing.

He leads you to his private bathroom, his goons quiet as he pushes you inside and closes the door. He's careful and gentle as he helps you undress, you don't fight it, he cleans you up, wipes away the makeup, checks for a bump on your head, helps you redress and even sits you on his marble counter and cleans your feet.

Unexpected and weird.

"Stay here" he says and leaves.

Later once a doctor checks you over, finger is bandaged, the cuts and bruises are tended, he shows you security footage of the stairwell.

He knows.

He's had you followed.

One day you're an agent of the government playing secretary and the next you're the girlfriend of an infamous mob boss.

It's all i got so far 😅

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andsheloved · 2 years

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winter wonderland (bucky barnes x gn!reader) - @nocapesdahling - sUCH A COMFORT FIC i love it so much, it's absolutely one of those fics that i come back to anytime i have sort of a rough day it is just. so cute. my heart.

the boxer next door (bucky barnes x f!reader) - @clints-lucky-arrow - the day i don't recommend this series is the day an alien has abducted me or something, i just. i cry. bucky is at his absolute flirtiest in this and it makes me actually squeal, i simply can't say enough about this series my heart jumps around in my chest every time.

some tender charm - (loki x f!reader) - @grufflepuff-writes-stuff - i am so serious when i say everything i have read from her is absolutely elite, i could go through her blog for approx. 23256483 hours and still not get enough, but this one. this one makes me scream cry etc. there are so many little details that are just so big brain, like her writing is absolutely amazing, i can't even believe a human thought of these absolute waterfalls of fluff.

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float away - (loki x gn!reader) - @mobbucky - okay i might be a little partial to this one because the reader is a marine biology human and i myself am one as well but wHO DOESN'T WANT TO GO ON AN AQAUIRUM DATE WITH LOKI??? hello??? sobbing actually, this is absolutely adorable and it makes me squeal.

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Invisible String (7/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1.4k words

Bucky had seen a lot in his life, he wasn't the kind of person that was easily shocked by things, but the way he turned his head towards you was enough to prove him otherwise. Your sister and her husband were looking at him, whereas his eyes were focused on you. You looked at him and pleaded through your gaze for him to go along with your charade, and he did.

“Um, yes. I'm James,” Bucky stretched his other hand that was free from your grip towards your sister. “Her boyfriend.”

Your sister took his hand excitedly, “I'm Carol, her big sister. I'm so glad she finally has a boyfriend. Most of them don't last a month.”

“That's not true,” you murmured, hoping no one heard that but, of course, your sister did.

“Oh yeah, Y/N? What was your longest relationship?”

“It was more than a month, okay?” you answered, taking a stand for yourself and Carol arched her brow, folding her hands around her chest for you to explain further.

“41 days,” you stated honestly, your voice dropping an octave with every word you said around your sister. Bucky hated that. He hated that your sister made you feel less about yourself, he hated that this Carol was making the woman he admired feel like shit. He wanted to say something, but your sister started chuckling and your brother-in-law chimed in too. Carol’s husband’s laugh was more out of awkwardness, whereas your sister found amusement in your embarrassed state.

Bucky tightened his palm around yours, lacing your fingers with his, and turned to look at you. “41 days is more than a month,” he asserted in the most monotonous tone, and all the heads turned towards him. You hated his ‘I don't care’ tone, but the way he was addressing your sister with the same tone made you feel like a teenager crushing on a guy who was out of her league. Because that was the truth, if somehow you ignored the whole boss-employee thing and went out with him, sooner or later, he would have realized he's hotter than you, and he could get someone way better than you. Maybe that's why you said no to him. You'll never know the actual reason. But hey, now he's your pretend boyfriend. Surely, that would not end up in a disaster.

Your eyes that were hung low, staring at the floor sparkled with glee, and you raised your head to face Bucky. “I know!” you exclaimed, and Bucky couldn't stop the smile that reflected on his face after seeing you grin giddily.

Carol frowned, and your brother-in-law spoke over, sensing the rising tension in the environment. “Honey, I think we should head over to the hotel.”

Your sister didn't say anything further, she glanced at you and then at Bucky before telling you about their schedule and informing you about yours.

Once your sister left, you dragged Bucky inside your apartment and started pacing around the living room.

“We have to think of something,” you announced, “You could say you have a work thing and skip going with us.”

“That's only going to raise suspicion in your sister's eyes.”

“So what do you want me to do, James? Just pretend that we are together?” You raised your voice in frustration, waving your hands dramatically for extra emphasis.

“Yes,” he answered honestly. Besides the raging crush he had on you, Bucky didn't want you to face your family alone. From what you've told him about them, and now he has seen your sister firsthand, he prefers not to imagine how difficult it must get for you when all of them team up against you.

You looked at your boss for a second before shaking your head. “I can't ask you to do this for me. You've already done a lot.”

“Well, good because I'm not asking either. It's only one weekend, Y/N. I don't mind it,” he assured you, ”Also, your sister is somewhat entertaining.”

You laughed and at that moment Bucky decided that your laugh is the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. Nobody and nothing compared to the way your eyes sparkled with delight, the way your nose scrunches a little, the way your lips extend and almost reach your ears, the way your hand reaches to cover up your cute snort, and the way your chest rumbles with mirth. You had to be the most beautiful sight ever, Bucky thought.

“I'm going to pretend that you did not say the last part because then I would have to hate you.”

“Oh, can't have you hating me,” Bucky mocked, pretending to be scared by wrapping his hands around himself and feigning a shiver. You shook your head in amusement, and Bucky relaxed a bit. He was actually petrified. He genuinely can't have you hating him. It would crush him and his little heart. “I think I should go now, I've got to pack for the weekend.”

“Ugh, this is the worst,” you groaned, “I'm going to throw myself out of the window.”

“Wow, my fake girlfriend has a morbid sense of humor,” Bucky teased, making you smile and you waved your hands in dismissal.

“You have a long weekend ahead of you, Mr. Barnes. If I were you, I'd enjoy my sleep while I still can,” you warned, and he snickered before leaving your apartment.

You exhaled, a smile still lingering on your lips, and you started preparing for the next few days.

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You insisted on taking your car, but your sister forced you to travel with them, so now it was you and James seated in the backseat of your sister’s car while she listened to some classical music that you had no knowledge of, and her husband kept his focus on the road.

“Y/N, last month me and Nick went to this Opera show and it was mind-blowing.”

You were about to say something like ‘cool’ or ‘nice’ with a fake smile, and end the conversation, but she turned to James and pointed her thumb at you. “Can you believe that this one does not enjoy classical music? When we were kids our parents always listened to some good ol' music, but she would come and play some break-up song by a teenager,” she huffed, “Who even listens to Taylor Swift?”

“I do,” you stated, taking offense that your sister was trash-talking about your favorite artist. It was fine when she said shit about you, but you drew a line when she came for Taylor.

“Of course, you do,” Carol scoffed, shaking her head and looking at your boss/fake boyfriend for assistance in her stance.

“I agree,” James started, making you frown and close your eyes in exhaustion. Your lips turned downwards while your sister smirked in victory. “I mean, Taylor Swift is not just an artist, she is the music industry. Reputation has to be the best album out there.”

“Hey, you were singing a Taylor Swift song that day,” he informed you, and you merely nodded, that night was still a blur in your head.

Carol’s smile faltered, realizing she won't get your partner's support, and you looked at James only to find him already looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. Your breath hitched and involuntarily your hand went to his, and he quickly held on to it tightly but gently, raising your hand to drop a feather-like kiss on your knuckles.

This, with him, didn't feel like pretending. Everything with James felt so real that you had to remind yourself that you barely knew the man, and he is actually not your boyfriend. That didn't stop your mind from making up scenes and imagining what if this was real. This felt normal, usual but this also made you feel this weird sensation in your chest and caused a flush in your eyes and it was just the start of the weekend.

You didn't realize it at the moment but you were up for the most amazing and devastating weekend of your life.

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A/N- This is more of a filler chapter. Also, Bucky is a swiftie and you can't tell me otherwise haha. I hope you enjoyed it. Take care!!

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