#stucky x reader royal au

[stuckysbike]

The Queen Who Married Two Kings

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve (pre-established Stucky)

Arranged Marriage AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU

Rating/Warnings: Over 18's only, there will be dark themes and explicit sexual situations. Reader is Stark born, and they're shitty to her.

Summary: Betrothed to two Kings, you travel with them to their home where you learn more than you ever thought you would. But how are you to cope with two husbands who want to start a family and secure their place in the world?

Chapter 1

“Your father demands an audience with you,” a droll voice said from the doorway of your dayroom. You lifted your eyes from the book in your lap and fixed the man with a scowl. He looked ridiculous in red velvet pants with gold piping. You hated the livery your father had his staff wear. It was neither practical nor attractive but it served well to display his wealth and, god forbid, taste. If one could call that taste.

“And I would like to slay a dragon but that won’t happen anytime soon,” you muttered under your breath levelling him with a sweet smile to make up for your earlier scowl. It wasn’t this man’s fault that you hated your father. It was your father’s fault.

“He’s rather insistent milady,” the voice said. He sounded weary, and you suspected he was rather bored. You were bored yourself but you didn’t want them to know that.

“I’m busy myself,” you lied smoothly. The man, slim and in his fifties with deep set eyes, let a flicker of annoyance pass his face. You didn’t recognise him, but he continued to stare stubbornly. Sighing you stood up and fixed your hair in the looking glass, brushed creases out of your dress and picked up the novel you had been reading. You darnt leave it lying around. Your father encouraged you to read this muck, yes, but you made sure there was proper reading within its covers. A pamphlet outlining changes to a tax law on tobacco would be frowned upon.

He had this ridiculous notion that women who read romance novels knew how to take care of a husband. The last thing you wanted was a husband like those described in the novels, or a man like your father or brothers.

“Milady, if you please,” the man said again, his voice thinning on patience.

“Alright!” You snapped as you turned and headed out the doorway, not bothering to wait for him. You knew the trail to your father’s study well, knew all the shortcuts and quick escapes, so naturally, you took the long way.

Around you portraits of your ancestors peered down their noses as you and you resisted the childish urge to stick your tongue out at them. You slowed a few times to peer out the windows but you could delay no longer.

Your father, King Howard, a greying man in his sixties, was waiting for you behind a large oak desk that had suffered garish carvings before being placed here, another symbol of his wealth and power. Beside him stood your brother Tony, his heir. It was no secret that Tony was your father’s favourite child. Everyone had assumed that, as the only daughter, you would also be favoured, but this wasn’t so. You weren’t the sweet child he dreamed of; instead you were strong willed and wild, defying him at his every turn. Your education was still a sore point for you both; he felt you had received too much, you felt you didn’t receive enough.

“Father,” you dipped your chin slightly, knowing he preferred when women curtsied to him, but today it seemed as he had more pressing matters than dredging up old fights. You stood in the centre of the plush rug that lay before the desk letting your heels sink in deep, hoping to damage the carpet.

Tony scowled at you, he’d always had some sort of resentment towards you, and you often wondered if it was because you were a girl and perhaps he was worried that he would no longer be your fathers favourite. That resentment turned to distaste at the way you acted with your father.

“Daughter,” your father said, his voice weary, and you knew he was expecting a fight. “You’re to be married.”

You pursed your lips; it was rare that your father got straight to the point. You filed this away to examine later.

“Married. I’m barely nineteen,” you said. Marriage was not what you wanted from life. To have children to a man who wouldn’t love you, to a man like your father who’d had three wives, who’d driven your own poor mother to despair with his appetite for other women.

“And if I’d had my way you would have been married three years ago but your mother pleaded with me…” He sighed deeply, no doubt looking for sympathy for having another dead wife. You had none to give; he had driven your mother to the grave.

“Does my husband have a name or shall he remain anonymous until I meet him at the alter?” You asked.

“Husbands,” your father moved something on his desk then shuffled some papers. He was nervous, you thought, very unlike him.

“Husbands? Plural?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Indeed. You know of the alliance between King James and King Steven,” Howard said.

Everyone knew of their alliance; it had caused quite the scandal three years ago when they wed and decided to unite their countries. They had once been one land and very few people residing there resisted, but kingdoms such as your fathers and that of your neighbours such as the Odinsons had been most wary.

It seemed your father had found a way to protect himself yet again.

You knew all about the neighbouring kingdom of Farotaide, it was part of your education to be up to date on this. The kings lived in a large castle at the edge of the woods on a cliff overlooking the sea. It was said to be beautiful.

Farotaide was a cold place, with sharp winds even in the summertime, and prone to snow half the year round. The people ruled under the kings were hardened, warriors, blacksmiths and butchers, crops were grown, winter crops consisting mostly of root vegetables and potatoes, all the year round. They were a harsh people and the women fought as quickly as the men did. Their ale was bitter and their wine sour, but they were clever engineers, and they had a lot of land and forest under their control. This would be a strategic union.

But you would be wife to two husbands. How would that even work? They would be twice as demanding of you, but then, knowing what you did about their culture and society, it was worth the gamble. Perhaps you wouldn’t fight, and instead agree to this union.

“I agree,” you said after a moment’s pause. Tony scowled, expecting a fight he didn’t receive, and even her father looked shocked for half a second.

“Oh, that’s good then, I’m sure you have a lot to prepare, you will be married soon no doubt, there’s little point in dallying with these things,” he said clearly dismissing you.

You did not go back to your rooms, instead you went to the library, and headed into the map room from there. You found Farotaide easily, they controlled about a third more land than your father. There were notes on climate, terrain, population, and agriculture and battle tactics on the margins. You studied until you needed to change for dinner.

Your father sat at the head with his sons around him, Tony to his right with his new wife Pepper clutching his hand like a sheep. You hated her, hated them all as they discussed your upcoming nuptials. “The Kings will be here next week, and all being well, you’ll be married within the month,” your father said clasping his hands together.

“I’ll be going to live with them I assume.” You said as you pushed the food around your plate. You had lost interest in your food.

“Of course.” Your father said.

“Then I’ll need a new wardrobe,” you said.

Tony snorted and Pepper covered her mouth to hide a laugh. “Another excuse to spend father’s money,” he said.

“No, but Brooklyn where the keep their kingdom seat is located is a much colder climate than ours, I don’t think delicate silken dresses will do me much good in the winter do you father?” You said smiling at him. The pale blue dress you wore now was a favourite, but it wasn’t practical for where you were going.

“Our father is already putting up a dowry just to get rid of you, and paying for your wedding nuptials. I doubt he’ll be dressing you after next week. Let your husbands take care of it,” Tony said tossing his napkin onto his plate and leaning back in his chair.

“Someday, my dear Tony, father will be dead, and this will be your land, your home, your very table. And someday, dear brother, I’ll sit here at this very table, and I’ll embarrass you in front of your peers as you wish to embarrass me in front of my new family. It would be insulting to send me there without appropriate attire, I will not start my marriage on an insult,” you said sweetly.

“Oh, do shut up sister.” Tony said standing up.

“I’m bored of this anyway,” you said standing too. “I’m afraid I feel one of my headaches coming on, father, I shan’t be good company this evening. I’ll head back to my bedroom and take a long rest.”

“Off you go out of my sight,” Your father snapped. Tony spoke loudly.

“I hope the kings at least gets one good son out of her before she turns into a simpering mess,” he said. Everybody laughed and you clenched her fists. You paused, took a deep breath, and smiled sweetly as you walked to your room, already plotting your revenge.

Your father, you believed, informed his friends and allies before he informed the Two Kings that their proposal, and thus their alliance, had been accepted.

There was to be a Royal Wedding and it would be a glorious affair. Afterall it is not often that a princess marries two kings at once!

The Wakandans were first to arrive, followed by the Odinsons two days later. You watched the pomp and ceremony from your room, your father and brothers were keen to greet their neighbours, to use this social event to network. It made you sick to your stomach to see them act so, but you lifted your chin, hardened your eyes, and gave your guests that tight, slight smile that your mother taught you so many years ago.

More prestigious guests arrived, each trying to outdo the last with their opulence, but the worst was King Howard insisting that everyone wear their best, that his whores were well hidden and that you stayed as the meek and dutiful daughter before everyone.

Noticeably absent was your intended husbands, and your father was insistently vocal about this. You couldn’t recall ever meeting any nobles from Farotaide, but you were eagerly curious to see how they arrived. You wondered what sort of spectacle they would bring; clearly, they wanted to make an arrival and cause a scene. You were beginning to regret agreeing so easily. Eventually you decided them arrogant and rude, they clearly had little interest in getting to know you prior to the nuptials.

You were preparing for bed when you heard it, a deep rumble like thunder in the distance.

Wrapping your favourite wool cloak around your shoulders you made her way down the servants’ staircases and headed through the kitchens and outside to the battlements. Beside you one of your fathers’ watchers shifted nervously as he peered into the darkness. A mass of black was streaming towards you in a line, loud thunderous thuds carrying through the dark night. For a moment you feared you were under attack until a cloud shifted, and moonlight drenched across meadows around your father’s palace.

Two hundred men and women galloped towards you on horseback.

They stopped, preparing to make camp and a small party moved forward while the rest effortlessly blended into the trees that lined the meadows. You made your way to the courtyard, your soft soles quiet on the dry cobblestones, trying to keep a smile off your face. You liked the entrance the Northerners had made in contrast to the grandeur and finery everyone else made. They weren’t showing off, and you had the feeling they didn’t need to, this was just how they operated. Suddenly your anger at them turned to amusement.

“And you are?” A guard was saying, his tone tight. His knuckles were white as he gripped the spear in his hand, and you could help but think the foolish weapon looked useless to these warriors.

“James Barnes, my husband, Steve Rogers.” A gruff voice said. You quickened her step towards the gates to get a better look at the two men.

“We weren’t expecting you now,” the guards voice said.

“When did you expect us?” Steve asked, his voice louder than James.

“Daylight hours, I’d imagine,” you spoke up taking pity on the guard. You stepped forward and pulled your cloak around your throat. Both men met your eyes, and the shiver that ran down your spine was not entirely due to the cold.

“Well, we’re here now,” James said with a sly curl of the lips.

“Indeed, you are. Have someone announce to King Howard that his wayward guests have arrived,” the gatekeeper commanded giving you the stink eye. You couldn’t resist sticking your tongue out at him, but Steve’s voice distracted you. You didn’t miss the short smile the two men shared at your behaviour.

“We are at a disadvantage. You know who we are, but we have no idea who you are,” Steve spoke up. You stepped back as the small band of men and their horses made their way inside the castle walls.

You toyed with the idea of stringing them along and telling the men you were someone else, but you decided on straight up honesty. It wouldn’t do to start their relationship on that sort of note.

“I’m to be your wife, or so I’m told,” you said. James glanced down at you. He was tall, broad shouldered and terribly handsome with a few days’ worth of dark stubble on his chin. His eyes looked blue in the dim torchlight but you liked what she saw. Steve on the other hand sat taller on his horse. He didn’t seem as thick as James but he had a full head of thick blond hair and a well grown beard.

“Ah, our wife you say?” James said with a coy smile. Your heart fluttered a little, people rarely looked at her like that, but James’ eyes were raking your body, and while Steve kept more reserved he was just as curious you could tell.

“Why did you arrive at dark?” You asked curiously. Steve stared at you for a second but a voice behind you interrupted them.

“Please ignore my silly little sister, she has no manners. My name is Tony, I’ll be inheriting, I’m to be your brother in law.” Tony said pushing past Lydia to shake James’s hand. James, who was still holding the reins of his massive horse, looked from Tony’s face to his hand and back again before turning to you.

“I like the dark,” James said ignoring the horse nosing at his arm. Behind him Steve made a noise you didn’t understand, and you didn’t miss the flicker of something in James’ eyes.

“The stables are this way. Our grooms can take care of your horses.” Tony said pushing past you to gain attention.

“We’ll take care of our own horses, he had the decency to carry me here without complaint, it’s the least I can do.” Steve corrected Tony but he was looking at you. “I always take care of what’s mine.”

“Good, I like a man who knows what he’s doing.” You smirked, and when both men smiled at you, you realised that your heart was racing.

“Stop being vulgar and go away,” Tony hissed in your ear, his eyes flashing dangerously in the moonlight.

“I think I prefer her company to yours,” James said bluntly. You almost laughed aloud at the rage building on Tony’s face.

“Oh, I know where I’m not wanted,” you said in a teasing voice, shooting a wink at James as you turned on your heel and headed back inside. Perhaps leaving the two Kings to your brother’s attentions was a poor strategic move but you were sure you they would understand. It didn’t do for a princess to stand outside in the night talking to her betrothed. As you slid into bed you smiled, wondering what the next days would bring.

#tqwmtk #stucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rodgers x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #arranged marriage #royal au #fantasy

[holylulusworld]

Windfall

Summary: You are the last unmarried lady. A spinster.

Pairing: Royal!Stucky x Royal!Reader

Warnings: 30+ reader, modern royal au, old fashioned society when it comes to the age of unmarried women (kinda), polyamorous, throuple marriages are allowed in this world, mentions of rejection, the reader is a loner, bitchy ladies, established mlm relationship,

Square filled for @allcapsbingo: B5: Loneliness

Words: 940+

The ladies sneer when you pass them by. You don’t spare them a glance, aware that they do not like you.

People always fear what they do not understand. Like a woman who wants more in life than being her husband's arm candy.

“I don’t know why she holds her head high like that. She’s the last unmarried daughter. Even her younger sibling and almost every cousin are engaged to a gentleman. The last one will be married soon and the poor soul not getting the chance to marry one of the younger ones will settle for the windfall.”

The other women giggle at Lady Dorothy’s words. “You’re right. No one wants the old spinster. A man wants a young woman, a beautiful innocent blossom. Not a withering rose.”

You don’t take their words to heart. They are not wrong. All the gentlemen roaming your parents' house only came for your sister or the cousins your father took in after their parents passed away.

“Lady Y/N,” you sigh when Lady Sharon makes her way toward you. At least she’s kind enough to talk to you in public. “There you are!”

“My dear,” Lord Loki, Sharon’s husband greets you. He bows and presses a chaste kiss to your hand. He’s one of the few men seeing you as more than an old spinster. Loki appreciates your wit. “How have you been?”

“Fine, Lord Loki,” you reply. Unlike the other ladies in the room, you look him straight in the eyes. You’re not the kind of woman cowering in front of a man only because he has a cock between his legs. “I hope you are well too.”

“Very well,” he smiles at his wife. “My brother finally got engaged.”

“Again,” Sharon adds. “He’s a little fickle when it comes to courting for a woman. He should grow up and settle for one lady.”

“I understand him well,” you nod thoughtfully. “It isn’t easy to find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. You should choose with your heart and mind.”

You barely escaped the nagging ladies and their gossip. Now you are hiding at the library to read another book. Loki and Sharon wouldn’t mind. They invited you to use their library when you are around and read as many books as you want to.

Nose burying in another book you don’t recognize someone sneaking inside the library.

“Stevie, you look so good today.” Your eyes flit up when you hear voices behind one of the shelves. “I can’t wait to put my hands on you.”

“Buck, we can’t. Not here.”

Frowning you listen closely. There is commotion behind the shelf, and you are sure, the men are up to no good.

You close the book and get up to find out what’s going on. If someone tries to steal Loki’s books, you will stop them at all costs.

Silently sneaking toward the shelf, you practice your speech in your mind. You’re not shy, but two men can be intimidating. Especially when they try to commit a crime.

You round the shelf, stopping in your tracks as you face the men. Your breath hitches in your throat because the men do not try to steal Loki’s books. No. They are kissing each other passionately.

You recognize the men. James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers. You heard rumors about them being in a relationship but never talked to them before.

You swallow thickly. What can you do? Say something? Tell them to not do such a thing at Loki’s library.

The only thing you can do is turn back around and walk toward the armchair to read your book. If you leave the library now, they will know you saw them. If you say something, they will get mad.

So, you sit back down, open your book, and start reading. You can still hear them kiss and moan but try to blend the noises they make out. It’s inappropriate to listen to their lovemaking. Not to mention sinful and forbidden.

You close your eyes and bite your lower lip. Their moans go straight to your lower half, the sacred garden you only touch at night, hidden in your bedroom.

“Aw, Bucky. Look at that pretty angel touching herself for us. Do you think we should help her out?”

Your eyes snap open as you feel eyes on you. You didn’t realize that the book slipped from your fingers and that you bunched up your skirt to slip your hand into your panties.

“I-no. I didn’t,” you lick your dry lips. “I wouldn’t… no. This is a misunderstanding.” You furiously shake your head.

The men watch your move your fingers, smirking as you cannot stop yourself from touching your clit.

“Doll, you are rubbing your sweet pearl for us, huh?” Bucky’s eyes are glued to your spread legs. “Tell me, did you like watching Stevie and me?”

You nod.

“Did it make your petals all wet?” Steve husks. “Did you touch yourself because you wanted us to touch you?”

You nod again.

“Stevie,” Bucky whispers lowly. “Do you know who she is? The angel no one dared to marry. It’s said that she’s a fiery little thing. Untamable and mouthy.”

“I’m not!” You grunt. “How dare you say such a thing!”

“Fiery and naughty, my beloved,” Steve cups his lover’s face to kiss him deeply. He moans into Bucky’s mouth, making you gasp loudly. “I guess she needs two strong pairs of hands to tame her.”

“Indeed,” Bucky smirks. “I bet her father will be so happy when she gets married to not one but two Lords making her an honest woman…”

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[ramp-it-up]

Sugar Sugar

Summary: You chose Bucky. But now he’s going 5000 miles away. And you were not consulted. Steve is right there and it’s his birthday. The competition isn’t over.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairings: College grad Steve x Grad School Reader; College grad Bucky x Grad School Reader (Not Stucky); Various Marvel MCU Characters (in same age except for Stark) x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Roommate au, S MUT! Lovers quarrel before action starts, angst, flirting, Tony being Tony, lowkey voyeurism, a lil bit of fluff. drinking, flirting, crushes, an unsanctioned birthday picnic, ‘borrowed’ champagne, birthday “kisses” 😏, oral s ex (f receiving), cheating (maybe. possibly)

A/N: This is a sequel to last year’s Sugar. I know! 😫 I hope you like it.

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You were sipping your blueberry tequila smash and staring moodily across the water. It was supposed to be a festive day and an even better night, but that insanely handsome and inconsiderate roommate/boyfriend of yours ruined it all.

Or rather, you ruined it, thinking that you would be any different than any of the other girls he’d smashed and passed on. So what it had lasted a year? Bucky was leaving you now, so cheers to wasted time.

You downed the rest of your drink in one gulp as you thought to get another when someone cleared their throat beside you.

You glanced over to see your boss standing beside you, resplendent in a white suit and sunglasses. You straightened up and ran your free hand over your white mini sundress with blue polka dots and greeted him.

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Stark. This party is so nice. Great way to celebrate the Fourth!”

You plastered on a fake smile and aimed it at him. He smiled back at you.

“Cut the shit, Sugar. I know you’re not that happy. I saw you and Barnes had words and he stalked out. I warned you about fraternization.”

Your stomach dropped and you just knew that you would be fired and kicked out of Stark house, losing your graduate fellowship. Shit. Stark knew everything, even the nickname that your roommates, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers had given you.

“Oh that? That was nothing, just a roommate disagreement.”

Stark leaned in. He smelled good. Real good. He smelled….rich.

“Listen. That rule is not because I mind co-workers getting it on…” 

He paused and winked at you, and instead of being creepy, it was funny, so you laughed. 

“It’s because most people, especially young people like you, can’t do it without all the feels.”

He nodded and you turned to see Wanda and Vis sneaking off around the house, hand in hand.

“That’s going to lead to heartbreak,” he said, indicating the sneaky couple.

Then looked you in the eyes. 

“And you’re going to be all twisted up into knots between those two grunts if you’re not careful.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“Two grunts?”

Stark sighed and raised his hand.

“You need to lay off the red, white, and blue drinks, Sugar.”

He looked you up and down and you don’t know if it was the drinks, but you weren’t mad at him. He was kind of charming.

“Barnes and Rogers. Part of the reason I keep you around, besides the fact that your IQ is within 20 points of mine, is the increased productivity around them when you are together. Competition is a wonderful thing for business.”

When the server appeared, he grabbed an elegant looking red drink.

“But lately productivity is falling. Hence Barnes’ new offer. It had to be done, Sugar. Now we all can concentrate on the work ahead.”

You frowned at what he was saying, not giving voice to your feelings on that subject. Stark sighed again and shook his head as he handed the drink to you, despite what he said earlier.

“Kir Royale.”

You accepted it and took a sip. Then you looked up at Stark.  You were beginning to think that he might have been pretty cute when he was younger.

“I was Sugar, and I’m a handsome devil now.”

You gasped and put your hand over your mouth as he winked and walked away, not knowing you’d said that out loud. You watched him walk away as he commented over his shoulder. 

“Nice dress, Sugar. It’s making several people all hard, soft, and wet.”

You gasped again, looking down. The dress covered everything, and you didn’t know what he was talking about. You turned toward the river and the afternoon sun again, finally realizing.

The sun was shining through your dress and everyone behind you could see everything you had to offer. And you hadn’t worn any underwear because you came with Bucky.

You quickly made your way down the lawn to the edge of the hedge maze to put the greenery at your back and to watch the water in privacy. Irritation was on the edge of your brain, but the drinks were making everything mellow. 

So what, your boyfriend had accepted a position in Romania for a year?

So what, you couldn’t go with because you’d won a coveted Stark fellowship that extended your housing and salary into while you studied in graduate school at NYU?

So what, Bucky didn’t consult you before committing himself?

So what, you were an idiot who thought you could have happily ever after?

You jumped at a noise behind you. You wheeled around and were stopped in your tracks.

“Hey Sugar.”

Steve was there, with a strange look on his face, but his bright blue shirt was making those eyes pop.

“Oh. Hullo Steve.” 

You pouted at him and he almost fell to his knees. 

Things had been different with you and Steve since you and Bucky had gotten together last year. You were still friends, but he kept you at arms length. You didn’t think much about it, because you’d been wrapped up in your relationship, but as you looked at him now, the guilt hit you full force.

“Oh shit, Cap! It’s your birthday!”

His Lacrosse moniker flew from your lips as you threw yourself into his arms for a hug. Steve was caught off guard and stumbled backward, but managed to break your fall with his body. His hard body. 

“Thank you. You remembered.”

You were both laughing as you untangled from each other on the ground.

“Of course I did! I’m your bestie, right?” 

You gave him your bightest smile.

“Bestie. Right.” 

Steve thought of the innocent kiss you’d shared last year. He thought of it every day, in fact. But you were Bucky’s girl. He looked at you and grinned. You made him so happy. You and Bucky were his only family, so he was glad to be with you today, if only for a moment. 

“I see you were trying to be alone. I’ll leave you be.”

The sight of you made him weak, so he made to leave before he said something stupid. Then, he felt your hand grab his.

“Just where do you think you’re going, Mister?”

“Ummm…?”

“Um, nothing! We’re going to celebrate your birthday in style, Bestie.” 

Your eyes sparkled at him.

“Are you ready for your reconnaissance mission?”

—--

20 minutes later, you and Steve met in the same place, behind the hedges. He’d completed his mission with table cloth and a box full of some hor’s d'oeuvres from the party. Steve had charmed one of the servers in the kitchen.

He took you in, a mischievous look on your face and your arms behind your back. Your nipples were pointed right at him through your dress and his mouth went dry.

“What do you have there?”

Steve’s deep baritone and his raised eyebrow did something to you, but you shook it off as you brought your hands in front of you. Steve barked at your audacity.

You’d swiped a bottle of Stark’s Bollinger Vieilles Vignes Françaises from the bar and the entire top to the strawberry and blueberry five tier sponge cake that was on the buffet.

“Only the best for my bestie!”

Steve shook his head at you as you set up the picnic.

You and Steve talked like you hadn’t in over a year. You ate and drank and just relaxed, bringing your old vibe back. Everything was perfect, even the beginning sunset across the water.

Until Steve complimented your dress.

“This is nice.” 

He took it in his hand to feel the fabric, bushing his fingertips along your thigh. You shivered and looked down at his hand, leaving Steve to marvel at your eyelashes across your cheeks. Then, you looked back up at him and reached up to feel his beard.

“So is this. Been meaning to tell you.”

Steve’s new-ish whiskers were somehow stiff, but soft, and you let your fingertips linger against his face, eyes drawn to his lips, made even more red by the strawberries off the cake. You licked yours unconsciously, thinking of that 7 minutes in heaven last summer.

“So… what do you want for your birthday?”

You reluctantly withdrew your hand from his face and sat back on your knees, hands on your thighs. For some reason, that made Steve hot and bothered. He considered you.

“Today has been great. The food, the drink, the cake.”

He grinned.

“”Great’, but not ‘Perfect.’” 

You cocked your head at him and Steve wanted his hands on you. 

“What would make it perfect?”

Steve grabbed the bottle of champagne and took a swig because you hadn’t gotten any glasses.

“It’ll never happen.”

Your interest was piqued.

“Never say never, Cap.”

Was Steve drunk, or was your voice more sultry? He shook his head, partially to clear it, and partially in denial.

“I think I can say never with confidence on this one.”

You got up on your knees and grabbed his arm.

“C’mon, please, please, please! It’s your birthday. I’ll do anything to make it happen, pleaaaseeeee!”

You bouncing up and down begging on your knees made Steve’s reserve snap.

“I want to kiss you.”

You stopped moving and your mouth hinged open. Then you licked your lips. 

“Ummmmmm….”

“That’s what I thought.”

Steve took another swig.

“Can’t do that. You’re Buck’s girl…”

Your reticence evaporated at the mention of James Barnes.

“Fuck Bucky.” 

And you threw yourself at Steve, causing him to drop the bottle, then blindly feel for it, making sure it was upright before pulling you into his lap.

The kiss was less innocent than the first, all lips, tongues and teeth, even biting as Steve sought to possess you. You found yourself grinding on Steve’s bulge as year old memories of what his casually swinging roommate cock looked like flashed through your mind.

Then you stopped, moved off Steve’s lap and lay back on the table cloth, eyes closed and hand on your heaving chest.

“That was great.”

You chuckled and smiled, eyes still closed. You missed Steve’s eyes roaming over your prone body.

“Great, but not perfect?”

“I wasn’t talking about kissing you on those lips….”

Your eyes flew open the now dark sky and you turned your head to see Steve lying next to you, a pained look on his face.

“Steve…”

“I know… but… damn Sugar… I’m down bad for you. Always have been.”

You looked into those baby blues and you knew it was true. 

“I….”

Instead of saying what you wanted to say, you shifted and pulled your dress up slowly, causing Steve’s eyes to follow every move, and an unconscious groan to escape from his lips. When you revealed your naked core to him, he got up on his knees.

“We’ve got to make your birthday perfect, now don’t we?”

Steve gulped.

“Oh, Sugar…Sugar…”

He looked up at you, eyes dilated.

“You sure…?”

“Kiss me, Stevie…”

You let your leg fall open, and Steve’s hands were on you, pulling you toward him as he leaned down toward your naked bottom. He put his hand under your thigh and propped it up and over his shoulder.

His hot breath against your pussy lips made you shudder. He looked up at you.

“I knew you’d be pretty everywhere.”

You smiled and put your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp. 

“You’re so nice, Steve.”

He raised his eyebrow.

“Nice? I’ll show you nice.”

And he leaned down and liked your pussy, tongue sweeping into your sweet tang and setting his world on fire.

“Fucking delicious…”

“Languagggeeeeee… Stevie, fuck!”

You couldn’t handle it as he dove in and pulled and sucked your clit like taffy candy

Steve chuckled, then looked up at what he was doing to you. Your head was thrown back, one hand still grabbing his hair and the other on your breast.

“Look at me.”

You brought your head up to see him and then gasped as he spit on your pussy and then licked it up. 

“Shit, Steve…”

His mouth had disappeared into your cunt as you replied.

“T-ththat wasn’t very nice. In fact…”

You had to stop speaking because now Steve had brought two thick fingers up and had entered your slick passage. The way he finger fucked you while sucking your clit made your eyes roll back in your head. You had his hair tight and the tighter you pulled, the more he groaned and licked you up. 

You grunted through your orgasm, still cognizant that people might hear you.

After you came, Steve looked up at you and curled his fingers which were still inside you, making you slap your hand over your mouth as you keened behind it. That extended your orgasm and had you searching for air as Steve’s hand ran up your dress to squeeze your soft breasts.

“That was great, Sugar. But you know what would be perfect?”

You knew knew what was coming next. 

You thought.

“If you rode my face and came in my mouth.”

“Oh.”

You were sure that you looked like a fish the way your mouth stayed open in surprise.

You were sexy as hell to Steve Rogers.

He moved smoothly down to the ground and you took in the tent that was made through his khaki pants. You were a little disappointed. You wanted him inside you.

Steve chuckled and reached out his arms, grabbing for you.

“C’mere, Sugar, bring me that sweet, sweet sugary cream.”

You blushed, despite the debauchery you just participated in, and allowed yourself to be pulled up to Steve’s chest, your skirt fanning around him as he hooked his arms around your thighs and moved your skirt up for access.

“Now, I want you to sit on my face.”

“That handsome face with that big ass tongue?” 

You used to tease him about it all the time.

Steve smiled and nodded.

“Ummmhmmmm.” 

He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it.

“The better to eat you with, my dear.”

Then he turned and kissed your thigh. Next, his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Now, bring that ass here…”

You couldn’t help but obey as you raised up on your thighs and scooted up as he scooted down. He pulled you down so that you were seated perfectly on his face, his tongue spearing inside you. His hands held you apart as next he did a swirly thing and also a full lick from the top to the bottom of you, all the while watching you.

All shyness disappeared as soon you were grabbing his hair again and undulating on his mouth. Steve nodded and groaned, which encouraged you to go for the gold.

“Oh, my god, Steve…”

You fucked yourself on his face as he sucked and tweaked your clit, listening to his moans of pleasure. The thought that this is what he wanted to do on his birthday was getting you off.

Oh, and the stunning cunnilingus that this man was performing on you helped as well.

At first you thought it was your orgasm, but the fireworks that were lighting up the sky wasn’t from your own climax, but the thousands of dollars Stark paid for them. You allowed yourself to scream as you squirted into Steve’s mouth, and you collapsed over him as he scooted out, flipped up your skirt and licked you clean.

You lay shivering on the ground watching the lights in the sky as Steve lay down beside you and viewed the fireworks with you. 

He pulled you into his arms as you whispered, “What about that?”

You wiggled your bottom against his boner.

“That will get taken care of, one way or another.”

Steve leaned up and kissed your cheek.

“Right now, this moment is perfect.”

You smiled and relaxed, thinking that what you had given Steve was also a gift to yourself.

Stars sparked in the sky as you snuggled into Steve’s arms and Bucky turned away from the hedge, heading toward Romania.

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

And that's a wrap on November ✨ another month, another rec list. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🌹

Bucky Barnes ✨

Thunderstorms and rainbows by @summerofsnowflakes

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Mafia!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

A correspondence of obligation by @pellucid-constellations

Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Fear and degradation by @groupieforbucky

rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent!female reader

Priest!Bucky by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Your filthy heart by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

(She moves with) shameless wonder by @ussgallifrey

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Waiting for this by @musingsinmoonlight

Alpha Steve Rogers x omega female reader

A good 'bad idea' by @late-to-the-party-81

MeanDom!Steve x Bratty! SHIELD Admin Reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Sad girl by @onsunnyside

dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader

Have a taste by @navybrat817

Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Room with a view by @biteofcherry

dark!Ari Levinson x female reader

Hold on by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x reader

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

Love's eternal kiss by @jobean12-blog

Stucky x reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Waiting for a girl like you by @traitorjoelite

steve harrington x fem!reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Dirty little secret by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Roll play by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Take it slow by @munsonquinns

Eddie Munson x fem reader

Andy Barber ✨

Keep the change by @navybrat817

Sugar daddy!Andy barber x female reader

Silence in the library by @angrythingstarlight

Dark!Professor Andy Barber x reader

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[jessybarnes]

Hi!! For the emoji ask game, how about 💖👀🤡? Hope your day gets better 💕💕💕

Hey, bby ♥️ Thank you so much for sending this in and for wishing me a better day 🥰

💖 What made you start writing?

Writing has always been an outlet for me. It's a great way for me to decompress and let out the emotions that I'm feeling. If I'm having a bad day, then I'll write an angsty fic. It's just a really good way for me to express myself.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming WIP please

Ooooh, I am excited about this one! Okay, so I've always wanted to write a Royal AU, and I've decided to write a Stucky x Reader one. Basically, it's going to be about two kingdoms, one to the north and one to the south, who don't get along. They both take a liking to the Princess who lives in the east kingdom and when king Barnes and king Rogers visit they wish to court her. During their visit, a bad storm rolls in forcing their stay to last longer than anticipated, and the three of them end up getting closer than they had originally planned.

I know it doesn't sound like much now, but I've been planning this one for a while and am excited to finish writing it and get it posted!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

This is from the recent fic I wrote called Tell Them, Honey:

"Those two may have been around for over a century, but I can promise you that they've been with a woman before. I can speak from experience with one of them, and the other may have had a few late nights with one of the USO girls."

You gawk at her as she smirks, "you...you mean... w-with umm...you...Bucky?"

She chuckles and pours herself a martini. "Yes, James and I...we were a thing once. It hasn't happened in years though. Not since Steve got his head out of his ass and told Bucky how he felt. Which you also need to do if I'm being honest." She brings the glass to her lips and smirks again, "oh, and his metal fingers? Fucking fantastic."

#j snow answers #cable-knit-sweater #fanfic ask game #amazing mutuals #amazing friends

[nastybuckybarnes]

All the King’s Men  -  Ten

Pairing: Alpha!King!Bucky X Omega!Reader

Summary: Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst, Dark Themes, Minor Violence and Injury, ABO Dynamics (Scenting, Marking, Knotting, etc.)

Word Count: 2.3K

A/n: All right! Here we are with another part! I’m think there will probably two-ish more parts to this series and then I’ve got another royal au that I can’t wait to get started on. I hope you enjoy, and I love you all very much!

!!DO NOT COPY/TRANSLATE/REPOST MY WORK!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

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“What is it that you truly want? You’ve been nothing but vague with me,” you whisper, keeping your eyes focused on the spines of the books in the library.

The man shrugs, his eyes flickering around to make sure no one can overhear.

“I want to overthrow him. I want him stripped of his royal title and I want him to pay for all the pain he’s inflicted upon people. Your husband is a monster, that, you already must know.”

You say nothing, instead, you pull a book free and flip it open.

“We need you to get closer to him.”

You snap the book closed and glare at the man, shaking your head.

“If I spend another moment with that man I may very well slit his throat.”

He grins, “such passion is admirable. But, if we wish to overthrow him, we must know what he knows. If he suspects usurpers in his court, then we will be lost. Which is where you come in, darling. You are to keep him off of our trail while we do the dirty work.”

You glare daggers at him and take a step away.

“Do not call me that.”

He chuckles and lifts his hands in surrender, then turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the library for a while.

After gathering your thoughts, you exit, only to bump directly into your husband on the way out.

His metal arm winds around your waist and he pulls you against his chest to steady you, lingering for a moment before stepping away and giving you space.

The scent of you fills his nose, serving to both calm and further anger his inner Alpha.

All he wants is to move away from his duties and responsibilities with you. He wishes to spend his days lounging around on soft furs in front of a fire, the glow of it against your naked body illuminating your heavenly figure.

But that, unfortunately, is not the reality he lives in.

No, he’s forced to be a King and make decisions to benefit his Kingdom, even if the repercussions harm you.

Harming you is something he’s done far too much and would never like to do again.

After the argument that took place, he realized that maybe, just maybe, you’re right. Perhaps, if the men of his council do not respect you, then they do not deserve to be on his council.

You take a half-step away from him and avoid his eyes, anger heavy on your scent.

Something more than anger though catches his attention.

He wrinkles his nose at the familiarity of it, trying to pinpoint who it is and where he’s smelled it before.

“Were you speaking with someone?” The question bubbles out of him before he can stop it, and you blink up at him in surprise.

A slow breath in allows you to keep your nerves calm before you speak.

“I was. A man approached me and asked for my assistance without realizing who I was. He quickly apologized and left.”

The lie sounds so obvious to your ears, but he only nods, trusting you.

That sends a spike of pain through your heart but you squash it.

You trusted him and he destroyed it. It’s only fair that you do the same.

“I was just coming to find you,” he says after a moment, steely eyes focused on your face. Your beautiful, lovely face.

“You were?” Another spike of anxiety has you wringing your hands together.

He nods, taking a step to the side and motioning for you to follow him out of the library.

You slowly comply, your heart in your throat.

He knows. He must know. That’s the only explanation.

You recognize the direction he’s taking you in and plant your feet, refusing to move an inch.

He must hear you stop, smell the apprehension radiating off of you, because he turns to look at you with the most gentle and earnest look in his eyes.

“Please. I just... I know I do not deserve it, but trust me for just a moment.”

You stare at him, straight into his eyes, and you search for any sign of hatred or malice.

When you find nothing but honesty and a hint of pain, you slowly nod and follow him into his office.

The very same office where he forced you to submit to him in front of his councilmen.

The same councilmen who are standing in the room now.

You stay pressed near the door, glaring daggers at your husband for bringing you into this situation again.

As you count the Alphas in the room, a familiar face catches your eye.

You look away quickly, hoping your husband didn’t notice the recognition on your face, and focus your attention on the man who brought you here.

“The way that I treated my wife was wrong. It was disgusting, barbaric, and the actions of a man who knows not how valuable his woman is,” he begins, taking a step back to be beside you, his hand landing gently on the small of your back.

You’re not the only one in shock at the King’s words.

Each face is a mirror of your own, staring at the brunet in confusion.

He said he couldn’t apologize.

Your stomach churns as your gaze finds the man conspiring against him, his own eyes locking on yours for a beat too long.

“Not only do I owe her an apology, but you all do as well. She is a Queen, the Queen of this Kingdom, and you will all treat her with the same respect you show me, if not more.” Slowly, he sinks to one knee, eyes on yours as he submits in front of his men, something unheard of.

Everyone watches, dumbfounded, but you’re in slight awe.

He would make himself so vulnerable in front of the men that would take his place without a shred of hesitation.

“You will all kneel, and you will all apologize,” he commands, his gaze never wavering from yours.

You watch, pride blooming in your chest, as the men slowly sink to their knees before you, mumbling out apologies while glaring at you.

The scent of anger permeates the air and you wrinkle your nose at the stench of it, focusing your gaze back on your husband.

He only nods at you, smiling gently, then drops his head to give you full control over him and his councilmen.

You watch them, allow them to linger on their knees for a moment longer before clearing your throat.

“You may all rise,” you say softly, watching as they lift to their feet.

James is the last to stand, and when he does his eyes never leave yours.

“You are all dismissed,” he commands softly, fingers twitching toward you.

Oh, how he aches, yearns, to hold you, caress you, but that is a privilege he lost.

The men all leave the room, your eyes connecting with the conspirators once more before he, too, is gone, leaving you alone with your husband.

“I thought admitting you were wrong would make you look weak,” you whisper, finally breaking the silence and daring to look into his eyes.

Those steely blues of his are so full of depth. Of pain and remorse and agony.

“It does. Never have I looked weaker in their eyes. But I would rather be weak than be without you.”

Your heart stutters and you need to look away from him, the weight of his gaze too much to bear as guilt gnaws on your stomach.

Gently, like the soft summer breeze, his fingers brush against the back of your hand. It’s a fleeting touch, but one that scalds your skin and sends sparks through your bond.

He pulls his hand away and drops his gaze, tension drawing his shoulders together.

“But now that I have shown how much I am willing to do for you, I must be prepared for backlash. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an uprising on the horizon. A war, even. I want you to be accompanied by a guard at all times to ensure your safety.”

Your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth and you shake your head as guilt punches your heart.

“Why did you do it?” You ask, finally drawing your gaze back up to his. “Why did you lie to me about Wanda?”

He blinks at you, surprised that you know the truth, then shrugs simply. “I couldn’t be the cause of your hatred toward your friend, your sister. She is all you had of your home, and I would not take that from you the way that I had taken near everything else.”

You nod, mulling over his words for a long, silent moment, then make your way slowly to the door.

“James?”

“Yes, my love?”

A shiver races down your spine at the whispered words and you risk a glance over your shoulder at him.

“Thank you.”

With that, you take your leave, not giving him even a moment to respond.

As you walk through the long corridor, you can’t stop the guilt and regret from swimming through you.

There’s no way you can continue doing what it is that you’re doing.

But telling him that you’re involved in something so treasonous would result in a fate worse than anything you’ve ever endured.

“Does he suspect anything?” The voice comes out of nowhere and makes you jump nearly a foot in the air.

You mentally scold yourself for getting so lost in your thoughts, but you regain your composure quickly.

“You will not speak so plainly to me,” you hiss, continuing on your way to your chambers.

The man trails after you, looking around to make sure no one is near, then grabs your forearm.

“Does he suspect anything?” He repeats, yanking your arm and forcing you to halt.

Fear flashes like ice through your veins and you pull free of his grip, glaring at him.

“No. And you will ask me nothing more.”

The man grinds his teeth together but reluctantly drops into a bow then straightens and turns the other way.

You stand there for a long while, pondering all the decisions that you made in your life that have brought you here, to this very moment.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a gentle hand coming to rest on your forearm.  

“Your Majesty?”

You turn to the voice, offering Natalia a forced smile.

“Are you well?” She asks, eyeing you cautiously.

You take a deep breath then nod, smiling over her shoulder at Steve.

“I am, thank you. Would you accompany me into the village today? I have not been to check on the shelters since returning and I would very much like to see how they’re faring.”

She nods immediately and falls into a step beside you, bidding farewell to Steve along the way.

~*~

“The King has come to visit many times in your absence, and he has raised the donation amount as well!”

You raise your eyebrows and follow the small woman through the Omega shelter, smiling at the men and women you pass.

The fact that he would not only continue donating, but also physically visit the shelter means the world to you.

“I will be back tomorrow morning with fresh blankets and some men to help with repairs,” you tell her, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze as she leads you out of the building.

“Bless you, Your Majesty. Truly.”

You smile at her and bow your head in respect, then slowly trudge away from the shelter and toward the main road where Natalia and Sam await.

A familiar voice freezes you where you stand, however, your ears straining to pick up on what he’s saying.

“Bar the doors and the windows. And as soon as the village is quiet, start lighting the fires. I want few survivors. The King will be too busy trying to maintain the damage that he won’t notice the army.”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, your heart sprinting in your chest.

He can’t really mean... can he?

You turn to leave, to inform Natalia so that you can evacuate the village and catch the traitors redhanded, only to bump right into a familiar female form.

“Well, well, well. What have we here?”

With an iron-tight grip on your shoulders, the blond beta pushes you to the source of the voice, shoving you onto your knees in front of the men.

“Found this,” she punctuates the word with a kick to your stomach, “listening nearby. It seemed like she wanted to run back and inform the King.”

You glare up at Sharon then turn your gaze to the others.

“You Said you were to punish the King, not the innocents! Not kill women and children who have done nothing to harm anyone!”

The man grins and kneels in front of you, tilting your chin up with one finger and cocking his head to the side.

“You Omegas are all the same, as much as you hate to admit to it. You’re all so... concerned for the wellbeing of others... so easily controlled by your emotions.

You yank your chin free and glare up at him then spit on his face, watching in satisfaction as he jerks back.

He lets out a humourless chuckle and you shake your head at him.

“The King is far too smart. He will know and you will not get away with this.” Your words are venomous like the bite of a viper, but he’s unfazed.

“Perhaps,” he agrees, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you to pucker your lips.

“But by then it’ll be far too late.”

He releases your face and nods over your shoulder, but before you have time to see what he’s signalling, the world around you fades to black.

#bucky x reader #king!bucky x reader #alpha!bucky #alpha!king!bucky #Alpha!king!bucky X Omega!Queen!Reader #Alpha!bucky x omega!reader #king!bucky/reader #marvel royal au #bucky x reader royal au #stucky x reader royal au #dark fic #Bucky Barnes dark fic #tw dark fic

[yagurl-snow]

Beyond the stars (Royal AU)

Summary: She’s a queen who only loved and hoped to be loved.

Pairings: King!Steve x Queen!reader x King!Bucky

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+, historical inaccuracies, angst, mentions of death, character death, mentions of blood, treason, angst, violence, mentions of manipulation

Word count: 4,321~

A/n: Inspired by the song the one that got away. I made a playlist, y’all might want to listen to it while reading. I hope you like it. This is not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

The hall towards your chamber was empty, too empty, and too quiet for a Queen who’s wed to two Kings. You held your head high with no fear, only dropping that façade for a moment, letting your shoulders drop; your head hung low as the anxiety came out in the process. You stopped, feeling your whole body tremble.

You were sure you’d fall down the floor but held your ground, leaning against the wall to keep your body upright. A sigh came out of your mouth, placing a hand against your head almost as if you caught a headache. 

You knew what awaited at the end of the hall. Your ladies-in-waiting are nowhere to be seen. 

You scanned the surroundings. “There are no guards,” it came out a whisper. You were prepared for this, aware of the consequences. You swore you were, and yet here you are, clutching your dress for dear life, swallowing hard to ease your growing fear.

There’s no doubt about it. You were caught. The crime is exposed, and you were afraid, but you can’t let them see through that, can you? No. You can’t afford to let them see the fear on your face, yet you still felt it crawling onto your skin.

You stared at your trembling hand, admitting to yourself what you’re afraid of. Afraid to see the betrayal written across their eyes, afraid to die. 

Gritting your teeth, you forced yourself to stop trembling, letting out a few more breaths and allowing to void your face of any emotion.

Putting aside the fear, you held your head up high again. This time, you strode like you have nothing to lose, nothing to fear. Like you still have the power to wield against all those who dared to oppose you. 

Knowing what’s at the end of the hall, you walked with no care. You’re still the queen, and they shall at least have the respect not to drag you to the dungeon and wait until you calmly stood before them. As your palm touched the walls and the memories came flooding back.

~~

The first time you met them was during that victory feast, a war they won. A war that the council didn’t expect the Kings to come back from, and yet they hid that surprise by preparing a week-long feast and a coronation for the two Princes, now Kings. 

With your father being a powerful Duke who’s loyal to the crown, you were present. The Duke showed no fear, he flaunted to everyone that he’s fully supporting the newly crowned Royals. 

You weren’t sure how the rumors spread, but it’s already out there, the stories of Steve and Bucky betrothed to you. It’s normal for people to assume that because your father worked closely with the royals and you are the only daughter he has.

You weren’t paying attention to the rumors even if you were being asked, swiftly moving the conversation into another one despite loving the idea of the rumor. If only it became true.

It couldn’t be helped but reach their ears as it slipped your father’s tongue asking if you were hiding the relationship, and making it known to the two Kings that he has no problem with it. “There’s no need to keep it hidden, my Kings,” 

The Kings, Steve and Bucky, took that opportunity to make it real, to get to know the woman famous for being demure, almost perfect. In their eyes you’re perfect. They needed that—need you to rise in ranks—power.

Both men knew you had felt something for them. Love, perhaps, and they couldn’t help but smile as you desperately try to cover it up. The subtle glances, the small smiles you sent their way, the way your eyes widen every time one of them caught you staring, or how you linger a little longer around your father to chime in the conversation with them. “She’s good at masking it, pretending like it’s no more than a small interaction,”

“Yet, it meant a lot to her,”

“You can’t miss that proud look or the way her lips curl up, Steve.” Bucky shrugged.

Steve took a swig from his goblet, humming in agreement. They had been watching you for a while now since the rumors reached their ears, and they knew they couldn’t reciprocate your love for them, but they could use that for their benefit. It isn’t good, but you’re strong enough to hold your own—to be their queen.

The look they shared and the smirk Bucky sent towards Steve had him groaning, watching as the other King walked towards you with purpose. Of course, Bucky is impatient. Steve took another sip from his goblet before placing it down as eyeing you with Bucky now standing right beside you. You’re perfect for the both of them.

“It’s pleasing to meet the famous young duchess,” It was Bucky who you first met. His icy blue eyes felt like they could see right through you.

“Your majesty,” you greeted, lowering your head before meeting his eyes which had Bucky smiling wide. He knew you’d have no fear to meet his eyes. Strong enough for us, confident to take on the responsibility. He thought. He didn’t know that that trait of yours would also bring you down.

Bucky waved his hand and showed you that charming smile of his. No, you weren’t obsessed but smitten, and you’re not going to lie that you did like him—them.

You can probably call it to love if you consider the fact that you took the time to study anything about war to join their conversation. You didn’t mind the way your father looked at you in confusion or how amused Steve and Bucky were about you. You’re responsible for your own actions, you shall take the consequences for yourself not letting others involved.

You were ready to do just about anything for them, even if you couldn’t have them. You’re satisfied with small interactions. After all, they’re Kings, and even if your title allows you to be one of the suitable women worthy of the title queen, you weren’t sure if they’d bat an eye to look at you. Can’t you bring your hope up?

“May I have this dance?”

“Of course, my King,” Bucky wasted no time to grab your waist and lead you to dance. His hands gently placed on your back guide you to move. You blinked trying to wake yourself up, thinking this isn’t real.

As if he heard you, Bucky began saying, “this is real, Lady (Y/N),” you were sure that the moment you heard your name fell off his lips had you swooned. He knows your name. Does King Steve know my name too? The small gasp that escaped your lips had his curl up in a smirk.

The way Bucky looked at you felt intimate like he’s not interested in anything but you. Behind the soft and gentle expressions he’s showing you was a ruthless man everyone feared. The thought of them having no power and control over the council or the castle seems like a lie.

When the music changed, you faced the other king with the golden hair. You were sure his careful smile towards you was out of respect. The next thing that came out of his mouth almost made you stumble, if not for Bucky, whose hand was still holding you by your elbow.

“If it isn’t our betrothed, Lady (Y/N),” the eyes of every lady at the ball gawking in surprise. What he said quickly spread, and in no time, the rumor became true. You had to pinch yourself to see if this was a dream secretly. It wasn’t. The heat that rushed to your cheeks made the golden king chuckle.

When Bucky reached out to give him your hand, Steve took it and gently brought it to his lips. He did it all while looking at you. The flustered face you made was making his heart sing. Bucky smirked to your side.

“It wouldn’t be rude to steal your dance right after King Bucky?” all you could do was nod as Steve held your hand to dance right at the center of the ballroom.

The dance felt magical. He looked at you like nobody existed except you, him, and Bucky.

It was after the dance when your father grinned at you from ear to ear and the whole place buzzed with whispers and claps that you knew. You realized why it happened. The rumors are now true; It wasn’t a lie. They didn’t have power, and they needed you to get that. Maybe you’re a fool or obsessed by this time, and you didn’t want to admit it, but you’re not upset despite knowing why they had to do that.

So they made the other rumor true. You became the King's betrothed. The courting process came late, but they started it after Steve's announcement.

You were sure that the moment Bucky started the courting process and Steve followed suit, that you craved their love more than you should even when you knew why they did that, the hope still came alive. There’s a hope they’d feel the same way you do towards them to you. It was the start.

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They’re transferring you to the dungeon whether you like it or not. And you just knew. That at the end of the hall stood knights waiting for you to get out.

You’re unified for power in the guise of love—there’s no love. Behind the palace walls, it’s a battle for survival.

Left alone after the wedding, Steve and Bucky never visited unless it’s something for your father, a warning, or a problem that needs to be taken care of.

The warmth and the hope during the courting process are gone. They made it clear that they felt nothing other than it being a marriage of convenience. Steve and Bucky had to do it. They had to do it. You repeated in your head. They may have treated you slightly different than the others, but it was nonetheless a ruse.

The struggle to keep the throne is going, and the Kings are on the losing side. The coldness you felt since the day you got married turned into envy.

You envy your past self where they used to care for you and shower you with affection, feigned affection. Despite knowing it’s all for a show, you loved it.

The hands that were once touching the wall fell to your side as you reached the end of the hall. There stood the knights blocking the way, making sure there was no other exit for you to run off. 

Your ladies-in-waiting by their side, getting ready to strip every jewelry, every garment that would scream queen. The girls stepped closer, hesitant, but they had to move. You smiled to assure your ladies-in-waiting.

“It’s alright,” you mouthed, and they started by removing your necklace and then the rings that adorn your fingers.

It reminded you of why you were brought in. You have to help them gain control and win the battle of power. Now they’re closer to it because of you, and you’re not needed anymore. You knew that from the very start, you knew it’s all for recognition. Still, you couldn’t help but fall in love even the smallest gesture from them got you bewitched.

Smitten, they would say, and you couldn’t help but resent them for not loving you back; for not letting it evident that they love you, but they had to act that way.

The crown was the last piece taken off your body. Steve appeared along with Bucky at the entrance. The golden hair shines through the sun, a complete contrast to the other king. You looked on blankly with complete expertise of showing no emotion. It’s inevitable to learn the moment you decide to walk your path.

“Anything you want to plead to?” You know it’s Steve who asked you and yet the fluttering on your stomach that you always feel whenever he speaks was gone.

“Nothing? Well then, put the—“ Steve’s annoyance was cut short when you took a step forward. One of the knights raised his sword and pointed it at you. You didn’t care.

“Leave the ducal house out of this. It’s my plan alone. No one’s involved but the council and me,” what came out of your mouth was true, and the dismissive tone made Bucky clench his jaw.

You were going without a fight, and he hated it. He hated that you willingly admitted to everything. They almost had it. They almost had it; why does it have to be you? The tick of his jaw and the squint of his eyes showed how angry he was.

There’s nothing left for them to uncover. All they need to do was put you in the dungeon and wait until your sentence.

You’re only a woman in love, a woman who gave to the whispers of traitors, of greedy council members—a woman who stupidly allowed herself to become blinded and be a puppet. You tried to correct your wrongs when Bucky started to show you affection.

They reciprocated the love you were giving them. Almost a promise that at the end of this battle, you’d be spoiled, and they wouldn’t let a single person hurt you. 

You tried to leave hell when Steve gave you a ring, a symbol of trust, of binding.

It was true, what your father told you. All thrones come with a cost. Something will be lost if you let even a small amount of weakness out and that you did.

They’re beginning to show you they care. That it’s more than a ruse, more than a political marriage, they love you. The slightest control they have, and they start showing you signs that you’d stay by their side for the rest of your life. Steve and Bucky’s rise in power was evident, and they’re slowly getting it, and you didn’t wait for them. 

You blinded yourself with your greed for their love to wait for them. You had become a puppet, and you couldn’t bring back the control you once had.

Even when they knew they couldn’t—shouldn’t lead you on, they also couldn’t stop themselves from loving you. They couldn’t stop but show subtle affections hidden in the form of giving you gifts.

Sometimes when Steve couldn’t refrain himself from seeing you, he’d be informing you of a problem that needed to be passed to your father to know how you’re doing. It’s easy to fall for you. You’re everything they needed and wanted. They loved you from afar, and Bucky knew he needed the power to protect you. Steve knew that too so they chose to leave you alone than to get you even more involved than they think you already are.

There were days where they’d never visit you at all, while some are as full of warmth as they do.

You can’t fall off your chair and lose the trust you’re slowly gaining because, at last, your love reciprocated.

If it weren’t for the assholes who got you shackled, you wouldn’t be here.

The dungeon you were situated in isn’t made to let you be comfortable. It’s only fitting that it wasn’t.

Both of them missed the signs, and that’s what annoyed Steve the most.

As the sound of metal clacked, you realized it wasn’t the dungeon closing. It’s you put in chains. With only two knights posted by the door, the candles lighting the hall didn’t reach yours. Unable to distinguish the time, you decided to sit there silently until you fell asleep.

The sound of footsteps made you open your eyes. The metal that met the cold floor, you recognized. You didn’t ask how many hours or days it has been since you’ve been placed in the dungeon. You knew it must’ve been a few days by now.

Instead, you waited until the footsteps stopped in front of your cell. You knew who it was by the sound of their steps. Even with your eyes closed, you could tell who’s who: the one who’s always wearing the armor and the one in the finest robes.

“(Y/N),” You looked up at the two kings with the most beautiful ocean eyes you’d never get tired looking at. One with a bit of green in it and the other pale as the ice.

“We’re what cannot be,” Bucky’s words rang in your ear for a long time. They went quiet—unmoving, just watching you.

Bucky tried to save you, tried to bargain for your life, but the rest of the council didn’t want to. He felt as if it was their fault for not protecting you enough.

The words went right through your chest like a stake. You stopped yourself from saying more. We’re what cannot be. Right, because we’ll end up using each other for power, and yet, we end up hurting each other because of love. The one thing we shouldn’t have crossed.

“Marrying you became our greatest mistake.”

What you heard next took a lot of strength to carry on your shoulder. If words could make a wound, it will leave a large one. Those words weren’t easy to accept. You made no move to stand, but your gaze never faltered. You stared, not giving them the satisfaction to see hurt in your eyes. Except for the lone tear that fell before you could stop it, hoping none of them noticed. You’re a queen, their Queen. You’re strong. Even today, Steve believes in it, his queen is strong, but he couldn’t stand not seeing a single hurt on your face. He stared right at you in hopes of seeing something, anything in your eyes.

With a clenched fist and expressionless face, you spat, “and loving the both of you is mine.”

The moment that escaped your lips, betrayal, and disbelief that flashed in their eyes didn’t escape your sight. Even the slightest hint of pain didn’t go past your eyes. If they could leave a wound on you, so would you.

A small smile spread on your lips as you saw their reaction, and that one didn’t escape Bucky.

Steve, ready to kill the two knights posted by the door with all that anger and hurt his eyes showed, had to clench his fist to stop himself from doing so. The disbelief he felt when you said that was too much for him to handle. He wanted to drag you from the dungeon and up their chamber to show you how much of it wasn’t a mistake. He wanted to let you escape.

Steve had to stop himself from doing that. The grip he had on his sword became too tight that it shook. Even the way Steve clenched his jaw, you could see. Every move they make you catch.

Bucky clicked his tongue and moved his sword to his other hand. He’s anxious and hurt from the words that fell from your mouth, but the smile you tried to hide put him at ease. To him, you smiling means you were only trying to get on their nerves. Yet, the pain was still there. It’s as if his heart’s ripped out of his chest.

He frowned a moment after. The sting he felt when he realized you regret loving them was too much. They never said loving you was a mistake, not like you would know. It would never come across them to think that way.

Good God, did you want to take your words back, but what’s done is done. What’s said is said.

You didn’t regret loving them. Goodness, you never did. You regret letting others use you as a means to get to them. It was a mistake; showing people how much you love both of them was the mistake. They succeeded in using that against you. Turning you into a puppet, and you let it happen. Fool.

“I—“ you never let Steve finish and instead said, “don’t cry when I’m gone. Kings don’t weep nor mourn when villains fall, they rejoice,” you stated with the unspoken words rang in the air. You have to, even it hurts.

You held the urge to say; I loved you, I still love you, Bucky bit his lips and averted his gaze. It’s time to let go. You can’t stay.

You sided with them, became the unknown source of information to right the wrongs. But that’s something they’d never know, and you would like to keep it to your grave, what you gave up to save them and the kingdom they love so much.

They gained control, and you lost yours. You became the obstacle people had to go through before they get to your Kings. You had to look strong, pretend to be strong.

In the end, you lost, but that’s better than them losing. Steve and Bucky have to kill you to prove a point. They had to. It’s a show of power. It’s a step to finally purging the council, ridding of the rats. 

After all, you worked behind Steve and Bucky’s backs. You tried to control them, take charge, stop them from gaining the power they so wanted, kill them, and try to bring them down. You were even using some of the essential people in their life. You spilled too much blood and were about to spill theirs. Greed almost leads you to make the greatest mistake of your life. It’s treason.

With you gone, HYDRA will fall with no other person to hold on to as Bucky and Steve wield full power. Their hard work will not be for naught.

Your past actions cannot be covered up for as long as you’re not making any moves to do so. Even if you tried—attempted to, you didn’t. You didn’t because you gave yourself to the council of HYDRA willingly, in hopes that, maybe, your marriage isn’t purely political. Blinded by the fact they weren’t in love as you are, you knew it was your fault. Everything is your fault, but surely you had corrected some by giving Steve and Bucky what they have now, something they earned, and you passed.

You didn’t bother to cover up your tracks. All those drops of blood that you spilled were out in the open. All the corruptions were purposely not covered because if you did, your Kings would be the ones in your place now, and the kingdom would fall under the council of HYDRA’s control.

“It’s time, your majesties,” one of the guards told them. Bucky immediately turned to leave as Steve watched you get hauled out of the dungeon.

Bucky couldn’t watch you get dragged out. He would immediately kill those who tried to get their hands on you, and he knew he couldn’t do that.

You were brought to the edge of the forest, along the field where the river separates the whole kingdom from the castle. As you knelt on the grass, the cold breeze made you shiver, and the thin clothes did nothing to make the cold less.

Branded as a traitor and asked to run, up you did. You ran until your lungs burned. You ran as if it could free you as if it would change anything. You ran until your feet bled. You ran until your whole being gave up running and then stopped when you stumbled down when your legs no longer functioned.

You were the prey stalked by predators, and there’s no escape no matter where you run.

Bucky stopped in front of you first, holding the sword, “must we do this, Steve?” he asked. You didn’t lookup. You cannot recover from the shock you felt when you heard what Bucky said.

“Yes,” his sorrow can be felt through the bones. They’re the ones who’ll wield the sword and bring you to your death.

They’re going to watch you fall, and they’re going to feel the weight of your life in their hands for the rest of their life. No. That’s too much. Can’t it be another knight? Can it be not you? You wanted to say, but the words didn’t escape your lips.

You didn’t know you were trembling until Bucky crouched to your level. “My queen,” he called. Despite his cold demeanor, Bucky treated you with so much care. His eyes expressed it too much that it hurt to see.

Steve stood holding a dagger. It’s the dagger you gave him as a gift. He’s using it. You closed your eyes hard.

When you opened them again, it was met with two sets of eyes with the bluest of all blues that you love. At least you get to die seeing them. You grit your teeth in hopes that it’ll make you stop shaking.

You swallowed once and then twice before speaking, your voice hoarse, “if we weren’t in this world, in this universe, if we weren’t in opposing sides, would you have sided with me? Helped me? Loved me?” you had to hear it. You had to. Even when your face betrayed no emotion, your voice says otherwise; the fear, the hurt, the longing, it’s all there, and it broke Steve and Bucky to hear it.

“Yes. It’s always a yes, my queen.”

“We’d make sure to protect you the next time we meet,”

“I love you,”

“I love you” was the last thing you heard before you felt the cold blade against your neck and saw the pained look they had. Your whole head blank, preparing for the strike.

You didn’t notice how Steve stopped Bucky as he raised his sword or how Bucky shook his head in response to that.

They have to carry that guilt. Maybe in another life, you’d all be lucky and live happily. Another wish you hoped would come true.

You tried to smile; you did. You even wanted to say it’s alright and tried to hold their face as they kneeled before you: Bucky’s tear and Steve’s touch.

But you don’t know if you ever did it, or it was all an illusion your head was making because the next thing you felt was cold. It was freezing, as if you were submerged in cold water. Finally, it’s all done.

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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 7 | February 7–February 13

Welcome to week 7 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #ktkvcbreadinglist, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

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My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian, Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week:

The Actor and the Diplomat Playlist » Sofia and Sebastian fell hard, and they fell fast and irresistibly in love with one another with a few bumps along the way; here’s a playlist of their love.

The Sam Wilson Playlist » Sam is about to go on a mission, and he has a few songs that get him pumped up…

Bucky Barnes

(Mini) Series:

There’s a Wolf in My Heart by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Reader — When you lose your virginity on a backpacking trip through Europe to an Alpha named James you never expect to see him again. James has other plans. He’s going to make the bond permanent, whether you want him to or not. [Noncon, explicit sex and ABO dynamics, 18+] First Part: You Are The Wilderness | This two-shot is so freaking good, the smut is so good. The first part you get the inkling, Bucky maybe a little dark, but the second part just proves it!

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader — Faced with blackmail and the loss of your beloved charity, you’re forced to marry the son of your mobster father’s friend, James Barnes, in order to keep the peace between the families. Little did you know, James had fallen in love with you at first sight. As he tries to woo his new wife, a new rival family comes into play, threatening all you’ve come to hold dear. | This story, this freaking story. You know it’s honestly The Winter Ghost ( @msmarvelwrites ) for me. Where it’s not leaving my brain and I can’t stop thinking about it for hours at a time. As the story comes to the end, I can’t help but hope what looks like Bucky and Reader are getting a happy ending truly do get it, because after all they have been through they deserve it. Kat thank you for this magnificent story.

Run To You (Ch.2) by @bestofbucky » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | Reader still won’t take shit from Bucky, also won’t take any from Sam. I can’t wait to see where my friend takes this!

One-Shots:

*When I Find You, I’ll Find Me by @river-soul » Bucky Barnes x Reader — After a 4th of July party at your friend’s house unearths some insecurities on Bucky’s part he suggests you’d be better off without him. You show him just how wrong he is. [Fluff with a little angst and explicit sex, 18+] | This is so unbelievably beautiful. I found myself crying and it was just written so well I could imagine it all happening. This is going to be stuck in my head for days to come.

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. | Sometimes when you’re having a bad day it just really helps to just stop to read a really good smutty one-shot with a Mafia!Boss Bucky in it, and this is one!

*My Sunshine by @bucksbestgirl » Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader — a song shared between you and Bucky when you’re both at your most vulnerable. | Lindsey, thank you from the bottom of my heart for writing something so beautiful. I suffer from depression and this one is close to home, and this is just something I felt everyone needs.

Sweet Dreams by @buckys-darling » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky has a nightmare and you have a proposition. | Short and sweet.

A Proper Breeding by @syven-siren » Bucky Barnes x Reader — After allowing inner turmoil to take over, you finally decide that you have wanted the same thing as Bucky all along. Once you let him know, he is sure to give you a proper breeding. | I thought I may have shared this before, but it turns out I hadn’t. Let me just say the makeup smut in this, is so good.

Dying for this love by @avintagekiss24 » Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader — Reader goes on a date to get revenge on Bucky. — This one-shot is intense! It’s so good and the smut is good, I couldn’t recommend it enough.

Birthday Blues by @bestofbucky » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Already in a rough patch in their relationship, Bucky forgets it’s readers birthday. Determined to make things better Natasha and Wanda help the reader forget and have a girls day. Will Bucky and reader makeup? | I don’t want to spoil this but the gift he gives her had me giggling for like five minutes after I read this. I thoroughly enjoyed this but honestly I really did want to give Bucky a v-8 to the forehead.

Sebastian Stan

(Mini) Series:

The Actor and the Diplomat by @elegantobservationstudentsblog » Sebastian Stan x OFC Diplomat!Sofia Alvarez — Two strangers lived in the same city, signed up for a dating app and both are reluctant to meet in person. Will they both have the courage to meet? And if they did, are they both willing to work it out? | Reader is independent and can make it on her own, but does she need to to? No. This story has Fluff, Smut, and Angst in it as well as appearances from the British Royals. I say give it a chance!

Steve Rogers

(Mini) Series:

Pseudo Princess by @shreddedparchment » King!Steve Rogers x Reader — Orphaned and alone, you’re going about your business when one day King Anthony Stark, ruler of Malibia, spots you on the side of the road. He orders you into his carriage where he explains that you are his one and only hope to keep the Kingdom from going to war with the Kingdom of Broklin, ruled by the virtuous King Steven Rogers. How exactly is it that you, a penniless peasant, can help save your Kingdom? | I’ve read this story now 3 times, and I will never, ever get over it. Everytime I go back and reread it, I find things I didn’t catch the first time I read it. I’m also just a fan of Royal!AU’s. This story has everything, Angst, Fluff, Smut, and Magic.

Chris Evans

One-Shot:

Stressed by @sunflowercaptain » Chris Evans x Female Reader — Chris Evans does something for his overworked and stressed out significant other. | It’s short and super fluffy, sort of like being wrapped in your favorite blanket after a bad day, it feels good!

Misc.

One-Shots:

Made for the Gods by @cherienymphe » Zeus!Steve x Nymph!Reader x Ares!Bucky — The God of Lightning takes what the God of War has. | Like anything by @cherienymphe that I have shared, this fic is dark and delicious! I loved it so!

The Man With A Plan. by @bestofbucky » Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes — Harmless prank war turns into feelings coming forward. | Let’s just say this is hot and for the first time writing smut, it’s so freaking good. I don’t want this to be the last of Stucky x Reader in this universe!

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | I would just like to say if you haven’t read this yet, you are really missing out, also I’m really sorry I haven’t added this to my Mob rec list. I love this and it’s by far one of my favorite Mob/Mafia stories. Also the smut and angst in this is just, *chefs kiss* I keep hoping for a third part.

Team-Building by @whisperlullaby » Bucky Barnes x Reader x Sam Wilson— You are an HR receptionist lucky enough to be around each time Sam and Bucky come in to attend their mediation sessions. They want to apologize for making you stay late one night. | I love me some Sam/Bucky/Reader stories and one-shots, especially when it’s got some really good smut, and this has got some really good smut in it. Becca thank you for ending my Thursday night on a good note.

(Mini) Series:

Five Shades of Hunnam: Part 1 ⚜️Part 2 by @hotdamnhunnam » Jax Teller + King Arthur + Will Miller + Raleigh Becket + Raymond Smith x Reader — The reader somehow accidentally summons her five dream characters all played by one of her favorite actors, from an alternative universes, to complete her ultimate fantasy, but are they up for it? | This two-shot/mini-series is hot and just so good. I have been a Charlie Hunnam fan for years, you can thank Garrett Hedlund, my Mum and my Aunt. This just blew my mind out of the park. I’m going to go take a shower after reading this.

Writing Challenges...

Heathers TV Challenge hosted by @heavenlypugpizza | What You Need To Know: Choose and actor or character from Marvel or one of the series listed (you can have more than one actor/character in your story) (2 stories limited actor or character), smut okay, ships and oc is fine, tag your stories with warnings, the deadline is March 10th!

#fanfiction recommendation #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mob!steve rogers #mob!bucky barnes #ktkvcbreadinglist #ktk rec ‘21 #bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #royal!au #king!steve rogers x reader #king!steve rogers #Steve Rogers #Chris Evans #Sebastian Stan #stucky x reader #chris evans x reader #sebastian stan x reader #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #charlie hunnam #jax teller #king arthur #raleigh becket #raymond smith #ktk playlist #fan playlist #fanmix #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x reader x sam wilson #writing challenge

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Don’t Tell Me

This is for @cockslut-padalecki​’s Not My Ninth Challenge. My prompt was Stucky x Reader with Royal Au and No Doubt’s Don’t Speak for the lyrics.

Summary: You loved them with all your heart, but now you must wed another.

Pairing: Stucky x Black Female Reader, Brock Rumlow x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,893

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warning: Angst, Implied Smut, Threesome, Mild Depictions of Violence, and Forced Marriage

A/N: This might be my saddest fic yet. I hope this isn’t too much of a downer for you, @cockslut-padalecki​. Happy Birthday and Congratulations on 9K followers!

Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics​

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“Rise and shine, Your Highness! Today’s the big day!” Sabine, your closest handmaiden, announced.

You covered your head with your pillow in irritation, “I don’t want to!”

Sabine sighed, “You have to get up or the guards will come and force you out of bed.”

With an annoyed huff, you got up and stretched, “Let’s get this over with, Sabine.”

You had been dreading this day for weeks. Today was the day you were to wed Brock Rumlow, ruler of the Triskelion Empire. You didn’t want to marry him. He was boorish, cruel, and violent.

But most of all, you didn’t want to marry Brock because your heart belonged to Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.

  It started when you were six years old. You were sent to Brooklynd to be King Joseph’s ward as part of a peace initiative (you later found out it was because of a failed coup and your mother wanted you safe).

King Joseph, Queen Sarah, and the court loved you. Only Prince Steven and his best friend, James Barnes Duke of Shelby, gave you the cold shoulder.

It sucked because they were the only ones near your age. You tried to win them over with baked goods from your homeland, trinkets and toys Queen Sarah said that Steven would love, and some of your favorite books. Nothing worked until you had enough and confronted them.

Steven was about to enter the stables with James when you caught them. You just wanted to ask why they were avoiding you, but as your mother warned you got violent and socked James with a left hook. It got to the point that the guards had to split up the three of you.

Queen Sarah had an unusual and embarrassing punishment: the three of you had to sit in a circle and hold hands for one hour under the stern eye of the governess and the queen herself. The air was thick with tension until the governess farted. You tried your hardest not to laugh, but you help yourself. Soon Steven and James joined in the merriment.

You were best friends ever since.

 “What do you want for your bath, Your Highness?”

“May I have the Rose, Hibiscus, Black Pepper, Lemongrass oils for the bath, and the Amla/Coconut Oil mixture for my hair, please. Thank you, Ngozi.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Once the oils were applied to the bath, you sunk in sighing from the nearly scalding water; its warmth giving you a peace of mind that has been denied to you for weeks.

You wondered how it got to this, then you frowned at the bitter memories symbolized by the single piece of jewelry under your pillow.

  The three of you became thick as thieves. Always helping each other in defending one another whether it be fighting off Steve’s bullies with Bucky or telling the snobby rich girls to stuff it whenever they said you weren’t feminine enough.

Joke’s on them because you passed all of your etiquette classes with flying colors.

Though something happened when you turned thirteen; you started seeing your best friends in a new light. You noticed how Bucky’s shoulders were broadening, Steven’s full bottom lip, the dazzling blues in their eyes, or how their laughs.

Sabine, your closest handmaiden, and friend, confirmed it; you were falling in love with them.

You were scared at first; you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with them. So you started avoiding them by spending time with Duchess Natalia and Marchioness Monica as they were the only female peers you could stand.

You would sneak glances at them when you thought they weren’t looking, but they were.

It went on like that for a year until Bucky had enough and confessed to liking you. You were relieved that he returned your affections, but was taken aback when Steven grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him in for a kiss. Turns out they’ve been a secret item for six months.

They both loved you and wanted to make it work.

And it did, for a time. You spent a great deal of time together. Though they were a few close calls since your mother instructed Queen Sarah not to let you court anyone and Steven and Bucky couldn’t go public just yet.

It didn’t matter; you just wanted to be near them. The three of you would sneak kisses by moonlight, write secret love letters, all the fun, and mushy stuff. Your relationship reached a new level when Steve and Bucky presented you with a vibranium and dragon’s gold alloy promise ring with ruby rose and emerald leaves. The three of you vowed to be together forever.

It was pure bliss; you didn’t want it to end.

  “Life had other plans, huh?” you muttered to yourself as your handmaidens were making the final body preparations before you got into your gown.

  Your mother, Queen Ketandu, had written to you and Queen Sarah requesting that you return to Abia in order to complete your studies and take on royal duties. You cried in Bucky’s arms for hours before he had to return to his quarters the morning before your departure.

It wasn’t long before puberty hit you like an airship going at full speed (late bloomer). You became famed for your beauty with scores of suitors, but you rejected them all. Only Bucky and Steve would have your hand.

One of the suitors, Brock Rumlow of Triskelion took it especially hard. He vowed he would have your hand, but your cousin, Samuel Wilson, said to pay him no mind.

You were only able to communicate with Steve and Bucky via phone or letters. It took you four years to return to Brooklynd, but it was not a joyous occasion. King Joseph had passed and Steven was to be crowned king within the fortnight.

Both of them had changed so much, especially Steve; he was nearly unrecognizable. He towered over nearly everyone (only Bucky, Thor, Loki, and M’Baku were taller), broad shoulders, rich tawny pink skin, and a face that could make nearly all the women (and some men) swoon.

He looked like the kings of old, even more so than his father.

Bucky wasn’t slacking either with the way many of the courtiers were ogling him; admiring him for his rugged, yet prim presence.

They were Rulers of Paradise and you were to be their queen.

The three of you finally made love that night. It was your first time, so they decided to be gentle and showered you with kisses and affection. Steve and Bucky worshipped your body as if it was the last thing they would enjoy before the afterlife.

It was as though you were dreaming.

  “Here’s your wedding gown, Your Highness.” Zara, another handmaiden, exclaimed.

“Thank you, Zara.” You tried your best to not let the tears fall. This day was never supposed to happen.

Why did your dream have to die like this?!

  The first crack in your fantasy came with the news of your older brother’s assassination and the outbreak of a civil war. Your sister-in-law begged you to come home.

Your airship was to leave first thing in the morning.

You raced to inform your lovers of your departure. One of the servants said that they saw Steve in his mother’s rose garden. Thinking it was Steve being shy and needing some rest, you ventured into the garden only for fantasy and your heart shatter completely.

In the rose garden under the central archway was Steve on one knee proposing to Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter with Bucky looking on with a smile and the full moon behind them.

Everything froze at that moment.

Why?! Why did they do this?! Were your feelings a joke to them? Did they ever love you?

Unable to hold back your despair, you shrieked at the ideal romantic scene before you.

Steve tried to explain the situation and Bucky almost caught you, but you ran away before you could hear them.

You left for Abia that night.

  “Now ladies,” Lady Bente, the wedding planner bellowed, “remember, this is Emperor Rumlow’s big day. There’s no room for failure.” She didn’t need to say what would happen if you tried anything ‘funny’.

“I know. How can I forget the threats?” grumbled as Sabine put the final touches on your wedding outfit: an off-the-shoulder A-Line Tulle Wedding Dress, a Hand-crafted white gold Baroque tiara inlaid with pale sapphires, diamonds, and pearls, and matching earring and necklace.

Looking in the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. The dress accentuated your curves and the jewels made your face glow. You were a vision.

Too bad it was for a man who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy everything you hold dear.

  Barely six months after you returned from Brooklynd, Abia conquered by the Triskelion Empire. Their ambassador informed the council that the empire will let Abia continue as a client state if you married their emperor, Brock Rumlow.

If not, Triskelion would raze Abia to the ground and take her citizens as slaves.

The council implored you as Triskelion forces had Sam captive and Abia’s army was running out of supplies.

With a heavy and broken heart, you accepted Rumlow’s terms.

The wedding was to be in a month.

  You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, “Too bad Rumlow isn’t getting a virgin.”

“Goodbye, Your Highness.” Sabine whispered, “Now, don’t you start crying after all the work I put into ya!”

“I know it’s just not fair. I have to lose you, too?” Rumlow made it clear that you were to leave your old world behind, including your closest friend and confidant.

Sabine pulled you in for a hug, “I know it’s not. It’s been a pleasure and delight being your handmaiden and friend.”

“Alright, everyone! Line up! The wedding is about to begin!” Lady Bente ordered.

You gave your friend one last glance before the doors shut behind you, “Goodbye Sabine.”

  The cathedral was spectacular.

Bouquets of roses and elven tulips adorned the pillars. The banners of Abian and Triskelion colors were delicately placed creating an ethereal atmosphere.

Rumlow really outdid himself.

Dignitaries from far and wide were in attendance. You saw your mother, uncle, Sam, and your sister holding her ten-month-old son.

Rumlow took your hand with a triumphant smirk. You could say that he was handsome if you didn’t want to claw his eyes out.

“You look ravishing, darling.”

“I hate you.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Dearly beloved and exalted rulers, we are gathered here today to join the Triskelion Emperor and the Second Princess of Abia in holy matrimony.”

You closed your eyes in resignation. No one was coming. Maybe Brock wouldn’t be so bad.

“If anyone has any reason as to why these two should not be married.”

Then you remembered how he threatened your mother and uncle when after Abia surrendered. His twisted smirk was enough to make your blood boil.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The cathedral was silent for a few minutes until the doors were blown off their hinges and several guards were flung to the opposite wall behind the altar.

Everyone turned to find smoke and debris. An inhuman roar filled the venue terrifying the guests.

Two figures emerged from the smoke and your eyes widened in shock.

“We do.”

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[stuckysbike]

The Queen Who Married Two Kings

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve (pre-established Stucky)

Arranged Marriage AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU

Rating/Warnings: Over 18's only, there will be dark themes and explicit sexual situations. Reader is Stark born, and they're shitty to her.

Summary: Betrothed to two Kings, you travel with them to their home where you learn more than you ever thought you would. But how are you to cope with two husbands who want to start a family and secure their place in the world?

Chapter 2

You woke early the next morning, washed quickly, and let your lady help you into the dress she’d laid out for you the night before. It was a delicate dress, the colour complemented your complexion beautifully.

Satisfied with your appearance you smiled at your image in the mirror then turned and practically skipped from the room.

The sunlight flooded through the windows as you hurried downstairs, skirts clasped in your fingers to prevent you from tripping. You felt light, lighter than you had since your mother died. you had the chance to escape this place, and with two handsome kings no less. You weren’t totally naive, you knew there would be challenges but you would be free of this stifling palace. That had to count for something right?

Downstairs the seats at the breakfast tables were packed with visitors and guests, the Two Kings looking distinctly out of place among the finery.

You hovered around your father’s chair trying to get his attention but his continual ignorance of you drove you to break with etiquette and seek out your husbands-to-be without a chaperone at your side. James was chewing on a piece of bacon as you slipped into the empty seat next to him, and opposite Steve who was slicing fruit and eating it off the blade of his knife.

James paused mid chew and looked over your body, his gaze lingered on your bosom before he met your eyes and continued with his food. Steve shook his head and, you suspected, kicked James under the table.

You shrugged a shoulder, but deep inside you were quaking, you’d never been openly admired like this. As you reached for some sweet bread and fruits Steve batted your hands away and proceed to serve you, filling your plate with pastries and then slicing the fruit you had selected. You were aware of both men watching you as you ate but the room had grown quiet as more and more people noticed that you had chosen to sit with your betrothed instead of your family.

The men barely spoke, preferring to communicate in grunts, shoulder lifts and silent conversations by eye contact. You relaxed among them, especially after a few minutes of eating seemed to brighten their morning moods. Across the table two of their men started bickering about who’s horse was faster, and a woman with red hair was lusting after one of your cousins.

“Nice to look at, dull to talk to,” you advised the redhead who laughed loudly at your words.

“A case of gag him and shag him then,” the woman said and you spluttered water all over yourself. Steve frowned at the woman but didn’t comment, just went back to eating his meal.

“Now, now Nat, you’re embarrassing Stevie,” James chastised. “Our Stevie here is a bit of a-“

“They’re called manners Buck, you should use ‘em Sweetheart,” Steve sassed and your tummy flipped at the sight of them teasing each other.

A voice hissed your name in your ear, and you turned a sweet smile on your father. “Explain yourself!”

“I was hungry, so I come over to find my betrothed. This is okay, isn’t it Daddy?” You pouted at him. King Howard frowned at you, showing his distaste but James turned the scowl back on him and you watched as your father shifted uncomfortably under James’ gaze. He took a step back and glanced at Steve.

“Of course it is daughter,” he said with a tight smile, taking the seat beside you.

“When will the wedding be?” Steve asked him. You bowed your head, and you were shocked when James touched his fingers to yours. A foot tapped against your shoe and you glanced up at Steve smiling your way.

“I was thinking three weeks,” your father said loftily.

“Not soon enough. It will need to be this week; we have business to take care of at home, and the first frosts are already covering the ground,” James countered. You turned shocked eyes to him, but he ignored you in favour of staring your father down.

No one had ever spoke to your father like that in your presence, but it seemed that James wasn’t in awe of the man, and you got the feeling that Steve wasn’t either. They spoke their mind, that much was obvious. You admired the simplicity, you hated the manipulations and court games.

“I, ah, well it’s not really proper, I haven’t had time to organise a dowery and-” James cut King Howard off again.

“We do not need a dowry; We’re not marrying your daughter because of money. If anything you could provide her with the appropriate winter attire and perhaps organise a residence for us so we may visit with you in the summer months, if that’s acceptable to our bride of course,” Steve said.

Tony made a strangled noise behind your father’s chair. “What she wants isn’t important here; this is a union between our...” Tony said but wilted off under James’ dark look. He had turned to face Tony and even sitting down James looked more powerful than Tony.

“Surely it’s your sister marrying us and not you?” Steve challenged Tony diplomatically.

“Well, ah, yes...” Tony said with a curl of his mouth, once again lost for words.

“Well then Honey, a home here you shall have, be it bought with our coin or yours, I don’t really care,” James said turning back to his coffee for a moment. He took a sip and then frowned again as if something occurred to him. “Don’t you treat your women folk like the goddesses they are?”

“Women, of course we do, they, well...” Tony stuttered while King Howard flushed.

“What Daddy and my darling brother are trying to say is that women are vital to their survival and... Entertainment.” You said with a smile. You liked his attitude, goddess indeed. And you enjoyed watching the men challenge your family.

Steve made a noise in his throat. “We would like to be married by the end of the week. I’m sorry if its rushing you, but we need to get home again. If you would have accepted our proposal at the start of this summer it would have been more convenient, but brining a North Man here during the autumn is not the wisest thing to do King Howard.” Steve said leaning back in his chair.

“We were considering our options,” your father said coldly. You glanced at him then at Steve, trying to work out who would give in first.

James was sitting quietly beside you, but you could feel the tension in his body as if he were ready to pounce. He spread his knees and nudged you slightly, offering a small smile. You smiled back, feeling safe in his company.

“It’s been an interesting chat. I will arrange to have the wedding date brought forward-”

“If it pleases your daughter,” Steve interrupted rudely.

“If it pleases my daughter, then yes.” King Howard said raising his chin. His lips were crushed into a thin white line, but he hid his fury as best he could.

“Well, have you asked her?” James demanded, finally speaking up.

“Asked her what?” Tony said loudly. Several people turned to stare at them. James almost rolled his eyes.

“If it pleases her to marry us sooner than later,” Steve prompted slowly, speaking as if to a child.

“Does it please you, daughter, to have the wedding brought forward?” King Howard asked through clenched teeth. You pretended to consider if it did or not, but he was already on edge, so you did not push too far.

“I suppose that would be acceptable,” you eventually answered, looking at Steve in time to catch the edges of his smirk.

“Alright then. Tony,” King Howard said standing up.

“We’ll keep your daughter with us for a few hours if you don’t mind, we need to get to know our future wife.” James said as he slid his arm along the back of your chair.

You watched a vein in your father’s neck throb as he stood and stalked away, Tony glaring at all of you in his wake before he trotted after the king like the sheep that he was.

“Now that was fun,” James said slumping down in his chair and shooting a glance at Steve.

“It was,” Steve agreed with a wink, and then, as if you were their prey, they both turned their attention to you.

“I think it’s time you showed us around your home, Doll” James said into your ear. “I’m sure you can show us some secret corners.”

You blushed and ducked your chin into your chest as both men chuckled at your bashfulness.

———

You curled the length of silk around your hand, marvelling at how strong and durable the delicate ribbon was.

You bit your lip and watched it move and shimmer in the candle light that flickered next to you. You were to be married the day after tomorrow and this was a gift from Natasha, the redheaded warrior who travelled with the Kings.

Instead it reminded you of yourself, this material, out of its natural habitat and stretched thin, but then you had never truly felt at home here. You sighed and looked out the window at the well lit evening. Stars twinkled around the moon which cast long shadows across the courtyard below. It was busy; several cases of your belongings were moving out the gate to where the Northern army were camped, waiting for their leaders.

Your ladies maids had spent the evening in your private rooms, and for once they’d been frank. The three women were concerned for you, worried at what you might have to do as a wife for not just one, but two men. Two powerful kings.

“Mine wasn’t pleasant, William was big, you know, down there, and it hurt for several days until I got used to it,” Erica had said with a slight flush on her cheeks. “I think he forgot that I hadn’t been allowed to educate myself prior to joining him in the marriage bed.”

Lucille bobbed her head in agreement. “Jack was impatient with me. I was nervous, and I know he was too, its memorable for the wrong reasons.”

“I can’t begin to imagine what two men will do,” Erica added with a frown. “With each other I mean.”

“Oh, use your imagination!” Maggie said with a shove. “Princess, you have nothing to worry about. I’ve seen how those two men have been looking at you, and I know for a fact that not all men are brutes. If they’re not gentle and respectful just bloody tell them, don’t stand for them being assholes.”

“It’s easy for you to say, you’re not married to a king or a duke,” Lucille muttered.

“No, worse, I’m an unwed woman with a promiscuous past,” You gasped mockingly. “Come on, you’ll be fine, I know it.”

So, they left you like that, sitting by your window, your tummy fluttering with nerves and your head filled with dreams and ideas of your future.

You were deep in your fantasy so the sharp knock on your door was a shock.

You peered around the heavy oak to find James standing barefoot. “Can we talk?” James asked. He was wearing soft clothes, and he looked comfortable, ready for bed.

“Of course!” You pulled your dressing gown around your chest and opened the door. Behind James, Steve offered you a smile, and you nodded him into your room, then closed to door gently so as not to attract attention.

You stepped back on your toes, nervous at having the men in your bedroom. They did not seem uncomfortable; Steve padded across to your couch and sat practically in the middle, his knees spread wide like you had seen soldiers in the courtyards do when they relaxed. James took a turn around the room, examining the trinkets and treasures that made the room feel like home. Tomorrow most of it would be packed away.

You hovered and Steve patted the seat to his left, so you sat primly on the edge, your hands in your lap.

“We want to talk about our very different cultures,” Steve said leaning back on the couch and stretching his legs out. “Buck, put that down.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and turned away from your perfume bottles. You resisted the urge to giggle at the playful look on his face.

“Why do you call him Buck?”

“Bucky, actually,” James said. “I prefer my friends to call me Bucky, lovers too,” he practically leered at you.

“Bucky,” Steve’s voice had a warning in it, but you suspected they were playing.

Steve stretched his legs, crossed his ankles and hooked his arm over the back of the chair forcing the shirt he was wearing to ride up and show a slice of his toned belly. You couldn’t help but notice the darker trail of hair beneath his naval, just like in your books. A happy trail they called it. You swallowed and looked back at his face, reminding yourself that you were a strong woman among idiot men. But then that irritating little voice reminded you that you didn’t think these men were idiots.

“Okay,” you said as Bucky made himself comfortable on the ottoman at the bottom of your bed.

“In the North women aren’t as,” Steve paused obviously searching for the right word, “’prim’ as they are here. Or anywhere really. Women are warriors, women rule, women are equal to men. I’m an only child, but Bucky has sisters, and they’ll all inherit something. Bucky married me so that his sisters would have a kingdom to inherit themselves, and we have promised our protection to their realm.”

You looked at Bucky, and he made a face at you. You giggled again, and Steve shook his head fondly at his husband.

“Only men inherit here. If a father has daughters and no sons then he searches for a suitable son in law,” you said moving to get more comfortable and countering his fact with one of your own. You pulled your feet under your nightgown and rested your heels on the edge of your seat.

“Barbaric, don’t you think Doll?” Bucky suggested. “I mean, you’re as smart as any of your brothers.”

“I know. My father would not allow me a proper tutor,” you said looking at your knees. Tony, to his credit was a smart man, but so were you. Your father refused to accept it though, adamantly insisting that wives didn’t need education.

“I suppose we have our work cut out for us then,” Steve teased. “With us, women have more freedom, I think than here. It’s unthinkable in our land for a woman to be a virgin on her wedding night. You want to enjoy your evening, and as Natasha likes to say, you need to make sure your happy with the goods.”

Bucky chuckled from his seat across from you. Despite what you had read in private, you felt a blush rising on your cheeks at the thought of going to bed with these men. In their loosely dressed state you’d already seen more of them than you had any other men in your life.

“I - are you here to seduce me?” you asked, your eyes flicking between them.

“We haven’t come looking for sex and gratification for our own needs if that’s what you think, we’re here because while you have cultures and traditions so do we. We have been told we won’t be allowed to see you tomorrow, because its bad luck. We like to bring breakfast on the wedding day to our betrothed. In the North by this stage a couple usually know each other very well, and are living together, sometimes with children,” Bucky explained as he stood and closed the distance between you, crouching next to you and brushing his finger over your toes. You giggled.

“Who brings the breakfast?” you asked resting your chin on your knees.

“Whomever is the least hung over,” Steve said with a curl of his lips. “So that would be me. It was me on our wedding morning.”

You giggled and nodded, the smile seeming to etch itself permanently on your face. “But we would both like to bring yours if you’ll allow it.” Bucky said.

“Of course.” You agreed as you looked between them. “Is it strange for you, marrying me when you don’t know me?”

“Oh sweetheart, we have known you a long time. We met before,” Steve said as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

You frowned, searching your memory for either of them but nothing came to light. “I’ve never met either of you,” you said. Steve just smirked at you again, shooting you a conspiratorial wink.

“Besides,” Bucky said as he walked to the door, “you were always going to be our wife.” He winked and stepped out into the hallway, Steve close behind him. “Sleep tight.”

You watched them go, Steve’s fingers finding Bucky’s as they walked to their rooms unafraid of being caught out wandering the hallways at night.

You slipped beneath your sheets later after brushing your hair and curled around your pillow. You dreamt of wild wind and hair blowing around your face, of tall men and horses and girls with stubby ponies, and two boys, each holding one of your hands as you tripped through your first few steps outside and away from your mother.

———

The next day you barely had any time for yourself. You woke, stretched under your sheets and smiled at the memory of last night, and of the future to come.

Tomorrow you would be married, married to a pair of men that understood you after only a few days. Oh you realised it wouldn’t all be perfection and roses but somehow you knew that any arguments you had wouldn’t automatically be won by Steve or Bucky just because of their gender.

You spied them several times the day before the wedding, but never got a chance to speak to either of them and your maids were stripping you for bed before you knew it. You were just about to slide in between the sheets when there was a knock at the door. At first you thought they had come back, but then you realised the knock had been too soft. Hilda, one of the servants was shifting nervously from foot to foot outside the door.

“Oh Princess, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I made you a gift see, and I didn’t want to miss you.” She said softly. You noticed white tissue paper in her hands.

“Come in.” You held the door open. Something moved in the shadows, and you leaned out of the room but there was nothing there. Narrowing your eyes, you pulled your body back into the room.

“My sister is a seamstress, and her unmentionables are famous. I help her when I can.” Hilda passed the parcel to you. You set it on the bed and unwrapped it slowly. Inside were the most delicate looking panties you had ever seen, with very little material. There was a nightie too, both a soft pastel colour. You held it up in front of you. Unlike the long ones you were accustomed to this would probably reach the top of your thighs, if that.

A blush covered your cheeks at the thought of your husbands seeing you wearing this.

“I don’t know that it’ll do much good up North,” you flushed as you caressed the material. It was silk too, finely stitched and you guessed a perfect fit.

“I hear they sleep naked and that their beds are warm,” Hilda confessed nudging you in the ribs. Your mother had gotten along famously with Hilda’s, and you loved her for being that friend.

“Wear it tomorrow night. You’ll look beautiful and they’ll love it,” Hilda said with a knowing look in her eye. “North men prefer less material.”

“Thank you.” you said wrapping your arms around the other woman. As you closed the door you looked around your room. It was empty with all your personal things packed away to go north and tomorrow night would probably be your last here.

You got into bed and this time no one rapped the door. You fell asleep wondering what it would feel like to sleep next to the two broad shouldered men who were on your mind more every day.

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[my-darling-luna]

Your Majesty Chapter 12

Summary- It has been more than a decade since the Kingdom of Ultron lost their princess. (Y/n) was just a 17 year old that didn’t know much about her past. Realizations happen and lives are crossed. How will (Y/n) handle the new pressure?

Stucky x reader

—

“Stupid men!” Rumlow yelled, slamming his hands against the table. “How did they find out?” His eyes trained on Pierce.

“Because you were reckless and they know that you left at the same time she did. If you would’ve listened to me-”

“I’m not interested in being scolded.” Brock said simply and Pierce looked at him unhappily.

“Do not speak to me in that way. It is your fault for them being on my case and this whole kingdom will be destroyed because of you!” A knock stopped from Brock retaliating. “Come in!” The doors opened and (Y/n) walked through quietly.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir, but I heard of the wedding being pushed forward and I was hoping to know why.” Brock sighed.

“It is nothing to worry your small brain about.” Brock hummed while stroking the raised skin of her neck. She whimpered quietly, but stopped when she was given a pointed look.

“Rumlow, stop.” He looked over at his future daughter-in-law. “Don’t worry, it’s just some issues with officiant that you wouldn’t understand.”

(Y/n) frowned. “Oh, okay.”

“Rumlow, help her out, I think we’re done here.” Pierce watched the two leave quietly before falling into his chair with a sigh.

***

“Why aren’t my parents going to be here? They live in the Kingdom.” (Y/n) said, looking at her soon to be father-in-law.

“They aren’t interested in coming, they’re simply too busy.” She shook her head at his stupid explanation.

“They love me. There’s no way that they wouldn’t come. Plus, I was all that they had in that little cottage so they wouldn’t be busy with anything else.”

He walked up closer to her with a flicker of rage in his eyes. “They don’t love you.”

(Y/n) stayed quiet as the maids fluttered around her. She was styled and the infamous white dress was tightened around her. “Thank you.” Her maid nodded at her mumble and she moved over to her father-in-law.

“Let’s move, we don’t have all day.” He rolled his eyes and (Y/n) shook under his stare. The door was opened for him when there was a loud ‘boom’ that made the girl jump. She looked over to her maids who made quick eye contact with her before they all looked away. “Go!” Pierce yelled as he pulled her down the hallway. Yanking a door open, they came face to face with a man that (Y/n) had never seen before.

“Princess,” he was paused when Pierce unsheathed his sword and went to attack the man. He too, pulled out his sword and began to fight her future father-in-law. A quick swipe to the neck caught Pierce off guard and blood splattered through the small cut. (Y/n) watched as he fell, his eyes glazing over as the blood continued to pour, “we have been waiting to find you.” The man smiled, his chest heaving as he took deep breaths.

“I don’t know who you are.” She said simply, studying the man’s face carefully as it fell after each word. “Frankly I’ve never seen anyone like you before.”

“(Y/n), I’m Vision. You met me when you were brought to the castle to meet your father.”

“My father was a farmer, why would he be here?” Vision shook his head before sighing.

“You need to come with me.” Vision grabbed her hand tightly, and pulled her through the crowd of men advancing on Hydra’s men.

“Where are you taking me?” Her voice shook while she tried to twist and pull her wrist free of Vision’s grasp.

“Rhodes! I have her.” Another man came forward, a smiled breaking across his face.

“Princess.” Vision whispered something to him and Rhodey nodded before leading the two through hallways that (Y/n) had never seen before. A crash came from one of the doorways off of the hallway and Rhodey stopped to look over. He sighed. “Take her down the hall and turn right. There should be a door that leads to where the king is when you follow it.”

With that, he left and Vision trudged forward through the sound of swords clashing and people yelling. (Y/n) squinted at the bright light of outside. The indoors of the castle was mostly dark, all of the windows were covered with red curtains that completely blocked out the sun. A loud cry from a woman made (Y/n) jump, and soon enough, a pair of arms wrapped around her body and Vision dropped her wrist.

“Get off! Get off!” (Y/n) yelled tugging her body away from the woman’s. Her face was contorted with hurt and confusion, but there was little that (Y/n) cared about besides getting away from her.

“Darling…” the woman trailed off, slowly holding her hand out for (Y/n).

“Pepper.” A man’s voice came from behind her and the woman stopped. “Something is wrong with her.”

“No really?” Pepper sobbed. “I couldn’t tell. Tony, what are we going to do?” Tony sighed and motioned towards another man with brown hair white peppered within it.

“Bruce, take her please and check her out.” Along with that, Tony grabbed her arm, forcing her in place while Bruce came forward with a needle in his hand.

“I’m sorry Princess.” The needle was pushed into her neck.

***

Commotion was the first thing that (Y/n) heard when she woke up. Her neck throbbed, but she felt little else that was part of her body. With her eyes closed, she recognized the man talking loudly: Steve.

“We are her fiancé’s! We deserve to be allowed in that room with her. She was found two days ago and we haven’t been allowed to touch her yet!”

“I’m sorry, Steve, there’s nothing we can do.” Bruce’s soft tone fought back.

With great difficulty, (Y/n) was able to open her eyes, her eyelids already feeling heavy. To her right was an empty chair, but that was all that she was able to see because of the pain in her neck.

There they were: Steve arguing with Bruce and Bucky pacing back and forth outside of the room. (Y/n) laid quietly as a doctor walked in with a smile on her face.

“I’m Helen Cho.” She said, her voice kind. “I’m your doctor alongside Doctor Banner. How are you feeling?”

“Tired. My neck hurts, but I can’t feel anything else.” She wrote something down on her clipboard before nodding with an indifferent look on her face. “Why can’t they come in.” Helen looked over to the boys.

“We didn’t want to stress you out, especially when you’re asleep.”

“Can we let them in?” Helen hummed quietly before opening the door to her room.

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Tag list- @aikeia

#fanfiction #fanfic #fantasy #the avengers #x stark!reader #steve rogers x y/n #stucky x reader #stucky #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #tony stark #series #au #royalty #royal

[the-mighty-jellybean]

Crown of Thorns-Masterlist

“What will I be when I grow up, Lady Mother?” Y/N asked, the bed sheets wrapped high under her chin, arms clutching her knees.          

“You will be Queen, my darling,” she cupped her face, and she leaned into her touch, “and a warrior.”

Series Summary: After the need for their alliance during the Battle of Titan, King Stephen asked in return for his services, that King Anthony of the Iron Islands’, first born daughter would be given in marriage, to his sons, Prince Steven and Prince James of the Kingdom of Kamar-Taj. Despite King Anthony’s other offers, King Stephen would only agree to one, or there would be war between their two Kingdoms. Leaving King Anthony with no choice, he sacrificed his first born daughter, in hopes of sparing his people of anymore suffering. Anthony prayed that the men would care for his daughter, and love her as he did, but a sparkly crown can hide a thousand secrets.  

Pairing: Prince!Steve x Princess!Reader x Prince!Bucky

Series Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Angst, Fluff (There will be some fluffy stuff I promise, I can't resist), Smut: This series will include some aspects of Dub-con/Non-con: Steve and Bucky aren't going to be Prince Charmings. More Warnings will be posted on Chapters.

Part One//End of an Era 

Part Two//A Rose Between Two Thorns

Part Three//One Night More

Part Four//Gifted 

Part Five//Pit of Despair 

Part Six//Salty Kisses 

Part Seven//Heavy Blows

Part Eight//Ghost Stories

Part Nine//Old Friends 

Part Ten//Ring O’ Roses 

Part Eleven//A Night To Remember

Part Twelve//The Morning After

Part Thirteen//Loose Lips Sink Ships

Part Fourteen//Truth Prevails

Part Fifteen//Out With The Old

Part Sixteen//The Man With No Face

Final Part//Everything To A Close 

#Steve Rogers #Steve smut #steve fic #steve angst #steve fluff #Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #Bucky angst #bucky fanfic #dark bucky x reader #reader insert #steve x reader #steve x reader x bucky #stucky #stucky x reader #prince!steve #prince!bucky #prince!stucky #princess!reader #royal au

[spideymarvelws]

What The Eyes Can’t See

Chapter One : Love And Fire

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (Royal!au)

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Warnings : slight smut, violence, death, cursing, eluding to torchere, abuse of power.

Series Summary :

People are afraid of change, afraid of the impossible, afraid of things that are not known. But how can they not be curious? How can they stay in the kingdom grounds, knowing that they live everyday on a repeat until their grave? Aren’t they curious to what lies beyond the forests? Whats hidden behind the trees? The wonders that lie outside the harsh walls that are set around them?

“The king be dammed,” you muttered, the rules that where set upon you the furthest thing from your mind. Riding your horse out of the borders, you did what you have always done best, you ran, the only thing keeping you going was being back with you family, your home. You could hear the guards quickly approaching, the shout of your betrothed growing closer. You can’t give up, not yet, not when you have your own love chasing you, looking for you, waiting for you.

But yet, you couldn’t decide which direction they were coming from.…

Word Count : 2.2k

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Bucky threw his chalice across the room, the wine spattering against the floor like fresh blood. His heavy breathing caused The rest of the men in the room to flinch at his actions, trying focusing on everything else besides their frustrated king.

But silence only angered him more.’

“AM I IN THE PRESENCE OF A BUNCH OF FUCKING MUTES!” He screamed, slamming his hand against his desk, “OR THE HIGH CONCIL MEMBERS THAT MY FATHER TRUSTED TO RULE THIS KINGDOM”

After a few seconds, the marshal spoke out.

“Your grace,” he started, leaning on the table with his elbows and playing with his fingers, “The people of this kingdom are becoming weary with your empty answers to the recent raids. We can’t continue to ignore it, it’s becoming a serious-“

“I am aware of the severity Lord Browne,” Bucky muttered, settling back down into his chair.

“Then why is not action being taken?” The chamberlain spoke out, “Pardon me my king, but the outsiders have been increasing their steal in food and supplies, the people-“

“The people will always have their belly full, even if half our stocks where to vanish, they would have enough for months to come, maybe even more” the king spat, motioning his hands for another glass of wine.

“What about the people outside the wall? Aren’t are part of the kingdom as well? They should be taking into account since recent events have been effecting them the most,”

Bucky frowned, “Has my father not drilled into your head that they hold no value to the kingdom? They’re too poor to leave and too scared to defy the crown, what else is there left to discuss about them?”

In the silence that followed, a chuckle was heard from the far end of the table. The king raised his head, a devious smirk on his face.

“Is something funny to you Lord Scrivens?” Bucky stood, adjusting his tunic.

Without hesitation, the lord responded, “So we’re going to let this continue? Let the outsiders raid our villages? Our farms? Let them brainwash our people into joining their cause? They’re going to think that we’ve gone weak!”

Bucky grinned, walking behind the chair of the speaker, “Are you questioning my logic, Lord Scrivens?

“I’m questioning why we’re lowering our hold on the kingdom and letting those rats get away with disobeying the laws for decades! The crown was suppose to change when you took it, but your nothing but a coward just like your father” 

Without warning, Bucky unsheathed his knife, burying it in the lords right thigh. As he was about to scream, the king wrapped his hand around his throat, pulling his head back. 

“We’re lowering there guard, letting them think that they have the upper hand. And when the day comes that they fight back with full force, they won’t know what hit them,” He pulled the blade back out, wiping it on the lords tunic.

Turning to walk out of the conference room, he made eye contact with every lord, cocking his head to the side, “Let this be a lesson to question my authority again, Hmm?” 

He turned to exit out the door, “Or next time I’ll slit your throat,”

…

The cold water running down your back sent shivers throughout your body. It was soothing and comforting, after a long day of hunting and gathering supplies, it was nice to wash off the dirt and grind that stuck on your skin throughout the day.

Before sunset, the camp was always quiet, as thought time stood still for the sun to say its goodbyes. It was your favourite time of day, to be by yourself, alone with your thoughts and while the silence brought many people fear and uncertainly, to you it was a gift of relaxation.

Filling another cup of water from the barrel next to you, you poured it onto your legs, washing the dry blood of your calves. As you were about to finish, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, the feeling causing a small smile to grace your lips. You leaned back into the chest, letting the body comfort you even more.

“Where were you this morning?” He whispered into your ear, slowly littering kissing down the side of your neck.

“They called my in earlier that usual,” you muttered back, resting your head on his shoulder, “Not my fault your a heavy sleeper,”

He hummed into your neck, tightening his hold on your body, pulling you closer to his chest. Your naked skin pressed against his as he took the cup from your hand and filled more water. Before he could pour it over you, you turned around in his hold, taking the cup from his hand gently.

“I was about done before you came,” you poured the water down his chest, trailing your fingers down with the liquid, “Don’t want to waste anymore water,”

Your fingers continues to explore his body, moving from his chest to his arms then to his neck leaving it there to focus on his sweat and dirt laced hair. 

“Why didn’t you go down to the river?” He mumbled, getting lost in the feeling of your fingers running through his blond locks.

“It’s better in the morning,” you traced his jawline, “Now, what were you doing when I was gone?” You questioned, soaking his hair and face.

“Did you miss me?” He replied cheekily, shaking his head from side to side like a dog. You let out a playful gasp, raising your hands in front of your face in attempt to shield yourself from the stray droplets, “Not anymore, you bastard,”

You turned around to grab a clothe but was immediately pulled back. But instead of being met with a hard chest, you felt him focus your ass against his cock.

You snickered, “Did you miss me Steve? Seems like it went both ways.” 

“Just a little,” he growled into your ear, smashing his lips against yours.  He walked you against the wall turning you around to face him. You raised one of your legs to rest against his hip letting him roughly wrap both around his waist. One of your hands grabbed at his shoulder while the other moved down his stomach, wrapping your fingers around  his cock, making him groan loudly into your mouth.

“Quiet now,” you said quietly, “We don’t want to get caught,” you paused, “Again,”

Steve chuckled, resting his forehead against yours, “i’m not the one that has to worry about being quiet doll,”

…

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Steve whispered, lightly nudging the top of your head with his nose. You let out a soft giggle at his actions, snuggling further into his chest.

“Nothing much,” you hummed, lost in tracing patterns along his abs.

“Come on now,” he hummed, turning to his side to face you fully. You did the same, cushioning your head on his bicep, “Talk to me doll,”

You let out a small sigh, taking one off his hands in yours, playing with his finger tips, “Our troops have been growing, almost everyday new people are being recruited to fight against the kingdom for our rights,” you started, “And that good right? More people, means more power. But that also means a greater war,”

“War can’t be avoided,” Steve interjected.

“I know Steve, It’s just, what if we can avoid it?” You said hesitantly, looking deep into his ocean eyes.

“What are you getting at?” He asked, confused and curious.

“There is an entire world outside of this kingdom, we could travel north, find new land and settle down. We have the resources, we have the money, why can’t we move on? Stop the fight,” 

“You know why, Y/n,” Steve said stone faced, turning your determination to guilt, “We can’t abandon them now, not when we’ve come so far and given up so much,” 

You avoided his eye contact, continuing to play with his fingers, “I know, but I doesn’t stop me from thinking about being a little selfish sometimes,”

Steve took your hand and placed a light kiss to your knuckles, bringing you into his body, hugging you tightly. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, tangling your legs with his once again. His mouth was close to your ear as he spoke softly, “i understand you concern Y/n/n. But these people are our family, this place is our home,” he kissed your ear lobe, “But, when this entire thing is over, I promise, I’ll give you the life you deserve, that we deserve. We can travel north, find a new home, a safe haven. Only a few more months of sacrifice and we’ll get through this, we’ll be free, together, forever and always,”

You turned your head slightly to kiss the side of his jaw, nuzzling your face further into his skin, “Okay,” you whispered, “Okay, I’m sorry, I just-“

Before you could finish, Steve pushed you on your back, rolling on top of your body while keeping his face close to yours. 

“Don’t apologise for speaking your thoughts Y/n,” He let out a sigh, “I understand wanting to leave, after so long we’ve stayed stagnant in our fight, but change is coming, our troupes are growing and the freedom out kingdom once saw many centuries ago is returning,” his crystal blue eyes met yours, “You just got to hang in a little longer alright?”

“I will,” you said softly, laying you hand on his cheek, “As long as I get to lead the hunts from now on”

Steve gasped, “This isn’t a negotiation Y/n,”

“It is now,” you smirked back, draping your arms around his neck, “We have the entire woods to explore, and with your lead we rarely go behind the hills,”

Steve groaned, pushing his face into your neck, “Fine,” he raised his head back up, his lips brushing against yours, “Only because I love you,”

You smiled, Pressing your mouth against his, “I love you too baby,”

…

“You know day after day, night after night, you never fail to impress me,” Bucky spoke, roasting a fresh cut of meat over the open flame, “Even after all these years chained to a cave, your determination never faltered. Congrats to you, really,”

The man in front of him payed no attention, his head hanging low with blood dripping down the side, joining the growing puddle on the floor. 

“Do you want a piece when it's finished,” he continued, enjoying the mockery he was making of the man.

When he didn’t respond again, his face morphed from one of humour to one of stone.

“Strike him,”

The guard that had accompanied him hit the man across the face with the back of his armoured hand. The man however made no noise, only spitting out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth before returning to his original position.

“No, my king,” he stuttered, voice void of emotion.

Bucky’s smile brightened at the words,“You know,” he twirled the meat, “I admire your will. The fact that if you just tell me were your daughter is, all of this could’ve been avoided,” he dropped the food into the fire, “But love is a dangerous thing,”

The king stood back up and walked over to the man, kneeling by his side. “They’re closing in on us, fighting harder and harder every single day and every night I go to bed, I imagine plunging my blade into her heart, but not after I do the same to you in front of her” 

Bucky stood back up “I’ll leave the fire up for you tonight, let you remember what warmth feels like. The months to come aren’t going to be pretty,”

As we approached the mouth of the cave, the man sneered, “You try to hard to be like your father when you’re not Bucky,”

Bucky turned back around, “What did you call me?”

The man ignored the question, “You have a heart boy, you have a mind of your own separate from the sovereigns. You know what your doing is wrong,” he spit out more blood, “What would your mother think of the man your forcing yourself to be,”

With long strides, Bucky aggressively walked back to the man, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pushing him up against the rough surface of the cave. His breaths were harsh, foiled with rage at the man’s words, but the truth behind them prevented him from ended him right there and then.

“Don’t do you dare bring up my mother, you hear me?” He growled, “Or else next time I won’t have much mercy,”

He dropped the man back down, signalling the guard to follow him back out. As he reached the exit once more, he stayed long enough to hear the man’s final words.

“You have her blood within you, don’t let that go to waste,”

With that, Bucky walked out of the cave into the dark of night. He could feel the moon and the stars judging him from afar and a familiar bitterness on the tip of his tongue instead of the satisfaction he thought he deserved.

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Taglist : @jadegill​ @bluevxnus​ @learisa​ @supernaturalwintersoldier​ @un-viaje-en-las-estrellas 

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #royal!au #king!au #bucky barnes x y/n #steve rogers x y/n #stucky x y/n #king!bucky #king!bucky barnes #king!bucky barnes x reader #king!bucky barnes x y/n #king!bucky barnes x you #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes x you #steve rogers smut

[thefanficfaerie]

Weekly Reading List 45

Weekly Recommendations get posted every Thursday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome @wonders-of-the-multiverse.

Tropes Royal AU The Heroes of Our Kingdom by @lame-lozer Steve Rogers

Soulmate AU What Happens to One by @shitty-imagines-95  Stucky Late by @kaitymccoy123 Leonard McCoy

Daddy!Character Just a Little Crazy by @fandomsandsuch Tony Stark

A/B/O Dynamics Coming Home by @not-close-to-straight Polyavengers To Keep You Safe & Sound Part 1 by @chaoswandas Stucky

Modern AU Hold That Thought 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 by @itsanerdlife Steve Rogers Scorch My Soul Part 8 by @thevalesofanduin McKirk Bake-Off Part 13/Part 14 by @kaunis-sielu Steve Rogers  Eager Lovers: Horny Devil/Two-Hearted/Brewing Darkness/Anti-Hero by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Steve Rogers NSFW Fuel to Fire: Tattoo Virginity by @avasparks Stucky Moving in by @arrowsshootyouforwards Leonard McCoy

Wonder Woman Steve Trevor American Spies by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord​

Game of Thrones Robb Stark Mine by @becaamm NSFW

Jon Snow

Avengers Steve Rogers The Fourth Time by @merdelera Shoulder to Lean On by @ruckystarnes Don’t Cry by @my-emtional-self Come Home by @vibraniom You’re Not Alone by @floatingpetals Cracking Ice by @ginger-rae1991 Ticking Time Bomb Part 25 by @itsanerdlife Being There For Steve at Peggy’s Funeral by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Starshine by @a-splash-of-stucky Touchdown by @princess-evans-addict

Tony Stark Friday, I’m in Love by @avengerofyourheart Five Stages of Love by @secondxreality

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Stucky x Reader Imagines by @stucky-and-reader-au I Promise to Love You Both Forever/Chapter 1 by @shitty-imagines-95 Deepest Secrets Part 2 by @floatingpetals Sweet as a Sour Peach Part 2 by @melonshino NSFW Every Rose Has Its Thorn Part 4 by @bucky-plums-barnes and @writemarvelousthings​

Steve Rogers x Reader x Tony Stark I Never Want to See Either of You Again by @shitty-imagines-95

Law and Order: SVU Rafael Barba Designer Duds by @writefasttalkevenfaster Better Man by @hiddndaydreams Silent Night by @nobodys-baby-now Delicate by @ohbelieveyoume​

Star Trek Jim Kirk Marriage Material Part 19 by @enterprisewriting Lose You by @blossombarnes Delicate by @omg-imagine You Did What? by @imaginesofeveryfandom 7 Minutes in a Turbolift Heaven by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord NSFW

Leonard McCoy Five Year Long by @writingsformuse The Wooing of Leonard McCoy Epilogue by @janeykath318 Night on the Town Part 15 by @all-sortsa-stuff Keep Your Hands to Yourself by @dirajunara

McKirk A Very McCoy Christmas by @auduna-druitt Nightmares Part 2 by @pinkamour1588 Mama’s Pride by @captainsbabysitter-blog The Great Candy Caper by @iguess-theyre-mymess McKirk-Tober Masterlist by @goingknowherewastaken Teach Me by @pinkamour1588​

Jim Kirk x Reader X Leonard McCoy Imagine by @multi-fandom-daddies

NCIS Tony DiNozzo Safety by @central-city-meta-pocalypse

Misc Fandoms A Hard Lesson in Incrimination Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5 Rafael & Natalia Barba My Eyes Part 18 by @invisibleanonymousmonsters  Bucky Barnes The Doctor and His Doll: Date Night by @rauliskafan  Frederick Chilton

Chris Evans

Mood Boards

tags: (strikethroughs I cant tag) @thelawschooldiva @outside-the-government@isaxhorror @rayleyanns  @sistasarah-sallysaidso @grumpykate @auduna-druitt @engineeringtrashcan @impalaanddemons @dirajunara @the-space-goddess-16 @catbutsfurrever @a-girl-who-loves-disney@pinkamour1588 @fangirlinglikeamentalpatient

#weekly reading list #soulmate au #a/b/o/dynamics #royal au #modern au #steve trevor #steve rogers #jim kirk #Leonard McCoy #bucky barnes #stucky x reader #tony stark #Tony DiNozzo #rafael barba #natalia barba #Frederick Chilton #mckirk #steve trevor x reader #Jim Kik #jim kirk x reader #jim kirk x reader x leonard mccoy #frederick chilton x reader #bucky barnes x reader #rafael barba x reader #steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #rafael barba x oc

[nastybuckybarnes]

Of Kings and Beasts Masterlist

Status: Completed

Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve

Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrusted to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.

Warnings: Language, Kinda Slow Burn, Injuries, Violence, Dark Themes, NonCon, DubCon, Miscarriage, Fluff, Smut, Dark Fic

!!!THIS SERIES CONTAINS DARK AND SEXUAL CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

~*~

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen (End)

#king!bucky #king au #king!steve rogers x reader #king!bucky x Princess!reader X king!steve #king!Steve X reader #princess reader #bucky x princess!reader #king!steve x reader #king!Steve X reader x king!bucky #king bucky x reader x king!steve #Stucky x reader #stucky x reader au #stucky x reader royal au #stucky x reader fic #stucky/reader #stucky/you #bucky/you #bucky/reader #king!bucky/reader #king!Steve/reader

[marvelcriminalhoe]

Bucky Fic Recs 2.0

ALL FICS ARE (X READER) STORIES however how inclusive they are depends on the writer. Please read ALL WARNINGS AND NOTES of the authors. Some stories could be DARK or be 18+. You are responsible for reading the warnings.

All works here are COMPLETED works. I will add to the list as more stories are finished :)

Cop!Bucky

In the Arms of Justice by @avengerofyourheart

The Witness  by @wkemeup

Deception  by @revengingbarnes

Seven Thirty by @nacho-bucky

Live Wild by @redgillan

By Any Other Name by @wkemeup

Stucky

Edge of the water  by @floatingpetals Merman!

Fallen from Grace by @the-mighty-jellybean ABO

(Sequel) Rising From the Earth 

Royal!Bucky

Courage and Kindness  by @writemarvelousthings

For Love  by @moonbeambucky

Frozen Heart  by @the-omni-princess

Heart of Steal by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

The Maidens Touch by @fafulous

All I ask of you by brooklynboys

Ceo!Bucky

Strictly Confidential by @world-of-aus

The Quest for Love by @sgtjbuccky

Power Over Me by @sinner-as-saint

College!Bucky

Ladykiller by @mymoonagedaydream

For The Love Of The Game by @pellucid-constellations

Firefighter!Bucky

In The Embers by @foreverindreamlandd

Lumberjack!Bucky

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

#bucky x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns masterlist #bucky barnes fic recs #ceo bucky #college bucky #royal bucky #stucky #cop bucky