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Bucky x f reader, reader x avengers (platonic)

A/N: My first piece of writing ever for the lovely @buckies-dolle’s writing challenge. I had so much fun with this!! I know its not amazing, I had 100 ideas I wanted to add. I hope you enjoy it anyway! Also please leave all the comments, would love to know what you think 💕🥺

Prompt: 29. Please what baby

Warnings: Smutty smut (voyeurism, daddy kink, lil choking, breeding kink, unprotected sex) swearing, some angst (flashback with sad Bucky), Fluff!

Word count: 6.7k It’s so long. I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t stop.

“Okay, seriously where the hell are they?” Tony paced around the room, having lost contact with you and Bucky for over 12 hours. The mission was simple; retrieve a few files from an old inactive Hydra base, something you had done many times before. However, the long period of radio silence was starting to worry the team as they sat together watching the now blank screen that was previously sharing a live feed from the mission.

“Y/n’s done this before; she knows what she’s doing. The base is inactive anyway, I’m sure they’ve already finished and made it back to the safe house” Steve said but it was more to himself. He couldn’t help the anxiety that kept gnawing at the back of his mind thinking about Bucky. Even though Hydra no longer had any control over him, he worried for his best friend every time a mission involved the fucking group.

“They’ll be fine, they’ve never had any issues on missions before” Nat chimed in, though she also started to feel uneasy wondering if you were both okay.

“I know she can handle herself but the poor thing is stuck alone with tin man” Tony scoffed.

Steve quirked an eyebrow. “And that’s a problem because…?”

“Because y/n speaks like 3 words a year and all cyborg does is grunt and stare. This is their first mission partnered together and they go missing. Fantastic” Tony glared at the screen as if giving it the stink eye would force it to reconnect to the feed.

“We’ll try reaching them in an hour, their phones are probably dead” Steve sighed, getting up to stretch from the seat he sat in for the last 3 hours. You were the newest agent to join the team just over two years ago. Highly skilled and an excellent assassin though initially, Tony had his doubts when Steve brought you in.

Flashback – 2 years ago

“I want to trust your word capsicle but I don’t see killer assassin. She looks like one of those dwarf bunnies Thor keeps insisting we get”

You were sitting outside of Tony’s lab anxiously picking at your nail polish. Steve was excited to introduce you to the team, knowing you’d be an excellent recruit but it would take some convincing.

“I promise she knows what she’s doing when she’s on the field, that’s when it matters, right?”

All it took was one mission for Tony to quickly backtrack on his words.

“How the hell did you manage to take them all down without making a sound?” Tony said, eyes wide as he saw 6 hydra guards slumped by the door while you wiped the blood from the knife onto your tactical pants.

“I’m just really quiet” you said with a small shy smile, quickly retreating down the hall to take up a new position.

On the field you showed nothing but blood lust. Every move was quick and calculated, wasting no time in taking down targets while lurking silently in the shadows. Outside of the field, you were completely different. You didn’t do great with large social gatherings but you were an excellent listener when someone needed to vent. Your skills also meant you were quick to notice people’s changes in mood and behavior. You noted exactly what they’d look for when they needed comfort. It made it easy for you to quietly take care of others, something you loved to do and they loved you for it. Peter enjoyed having someone who understood all his pop culture references. Nat and Wanda were ecstatic to have another girl join the team. Tony smiled every time he woke up in his lab to a cup of coffee made exactly how he liked. You had Sam’s heart the day you made beignets. Over the past two years, the team grew protective over you.

Present

“Which safe house did you put them in anyway?” Sam asked, now also starting to feel uneasy having not heard from you in so long.

“I actually put them in the Motel that’s half way between the base and city. Thought it would be more comfortable for them if they had separate rooms” Tony shrugged, having stopped pacing and now glancing at a gadget he had sitting on the table. “There are also trackers in their phones but they’re useless unless the phones are turned on. Both of their trackers are offline right now”.

“Is there really no way for us to contact them?” Steve was on edge now, thinking about how Bucky would be handling staying in a room alone after visiting a hydra base. Did they even make it back to their rooms yet?

“I mean there is one way for us to check on them but I didn’t want to do that unless they were definitely in danger” Tony said, now fiddling with a small gadget he had sitting on the table. “I had a few cameras installed in some of the safe houses and places we go to after missions just to be safe. I can hook this up and we’ll be able to see everything live in their rooms”.

“Tony!” Nat smacked his arm. “Were you ever going to tell us you had creeper cameras set up?”

“It’s not for creeping; I just didn’t want a repeat from when Cap, Peter and Bird brain over here compromised the safe house. We didn’t have eyes on anyone, got lucky Thunder was able to help them”.

“I told you I got bad vibes from the hostage” Peter groaned, recalling the failed mission where Loki had managed to infiltrate the group, posing as their captured Hydra agent.

“Number one, what does that even mean. Number two, it was supposed to be a hydra agent, obviously these so called vibes you are referring to would have been bad” Sam said, with exasperation in his voice. “If you spoke like a normal person and said hey I think this guy isn’t actually the one we were supposed to capture, maybe we wouldn’t have been compromised”.

“ANYWAY, the system can only be accessed from the compound,” Tony took the gadget he was fiddling with and plugged it into the computer. “This controls all the cameras, FRIDAY can you pinpoint their coordinates and feed it to the computer. Sam, get redwing ready in case this doesn’t work”.

Sam left the room and the team anxiously gathered around the screen, as it started loading. Two room numbers appeared on the screen; one for you and the other Bucky’s. At this point Steve was practically breathing down Tony’s neck hoping to see you both safe and sound. He felt a pang of guilt knowing he was the one to bring you to the team and if something ever happened to you- “Alright, check y/n’s room first”.

“It’s empty…”

“What do you mean empty?” The air in the room grew thick, laced with anxiety.

“You’re looking at the same thing I’m looking at Rogers, its empty. No one’s there, doesn’t even look like anyone’s stepped in the room. Where the fuck would she be?” Tony was close to putting on his suit and going to your location directly instead of waiting any longer. Suddenly one of the tracker screens flashed a green light beside Bucky’s name. “Wait, Bucky’s phone tracker is back online. Cap, call Barnes”.

The phone rang for ages until an out of breath Bucky picked up.

“H-hello?” “Bucky, where are you, where is y/n, did you guys make it to the rooms safely?”

“Steve? Y-yeah made it a few h-hours ago. Uh should be in her r-room- ah. Probably tired from the m-mission. Didn’t talk to h-her”

“Why do you sound like that, if you’ve been injured we can send for extraction immediately, is y/n okay?”

“Nonono its fine uh- fuck its nothing we’ll be- hng sorry. I’ll be fine. Y/ns probably fine, think she went for a walk, I’ll check, bye”

The call ended abruptly, Steve looked dumbfounded at the group. “He hung up, he sounded off”. Some of his worries eased; Bucky sounded sort of okay but still no word about you. Also why did he sound like he was out of breath if they made it to the motel hours ago? Something wasn’t adding up and he wasn’t about to take any chances trying to call Bucky again. “Okay fuck this, I don’t care about anyone’s privacy anymore, Tony just turn on the cameras for Bucky’s room”

“Language cap” Tony shook his head, clicking on Bucky’s room number; the screen lit up sharing the live feed from his motel room.

On the screen the team saw Bucky pounding you right against the wall, your arms and legs tightly wrapped around his waist, clinging onto him.

“D-d-daddy don’t fucking stop, please d-don’t stop oh my god B-Bucky!”

Bucky’s metal hand moved to close around your neck, squeezing at the sides as he groaned watching your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Yeah babydoll, you like that? You want me to keep filling you up, such a good little slut for me y/n fuuck” Bucky’s head fell onto the crook of your neck sucking dark bruises onto the sensitive skin.

“What the fuck are you guys wa- WOAH” Sam’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he returned back into the room to see Bucky’s large naked form on the screen, manhandle you against the wall, sweat glistening off his shoulders. Angry red lines littered his back from where you were gripping him, holding onto dear life.

Tony’s mouth dropped. Steve turned redder than he thought was humanly possible. Nat choked on the water she was drinking. Sam was thankfully quick enough to slap his hands over Peters eyes and ears before yelling at Tony to turn it off.

“OKAY, they’re CLEARLY more than okay, TONY TURN IT OFF!” “IM TRYING BUT ITS NOT WORKING!” “Seriously? Mr. I have a custom fancy suit billionaire play boy genius can’t turn off a computer screen?!” “I never had to use this live stream system before! It’s not my fault just- okay this isn’t working. Everyone clear the room. Do not come near this place for the next hour. God I hope they stop within the next hour”

To say everyone was shocked was an understatement. Their y/n. Sweet, quiet, shy y/n wrapped around the super soldier, while he fucked her into oblivion.

Sam was the first to speak up. “This couldn’t have been their first time right? Like they looked- that is not how anyone’s first time together goes, when the hell have those two even spoken?! Steve, did you know anything about this? Also are we sure that was y/n? I need go to out and get some air; I’m going to need therapy after this”

“No, Bucky’s never mentioned anything before. Now that I think about it though, he did seem to be adjusting better over the last year but I didn’t think anything of it, just thought he was getting used to being free.”

“That was definitely y/n” Tony chimed in “How many other y/ns do you know, with y/c/h. I knew she was a freak on the field but I didn’t see this coming. Honestly, this raised my respect for Barnes, didn’t think he’d have it in him”.

Your salacious sounds and the sound of skin on skin slapping carried through the compound making it impossible for the team to ignore. Tony had a very obvious tent in his pants.

“OMG Tony” Steve hid his face in his hands as he saw Tony adjust himself.

“What do you want me to do capsicle, don’t act like your above getting a boner”

“I mean its’s…hot” Nat smirked, unable to ignore the sounds that continued to pour out from the surveillance room.

Bucky’s cock rammed into you at an indescribable pace, hitting that exact spot that made you cry out with each thrust. “So. Fucking. Tight.” His thrusts punctuated you with each word. “H-how are you still so tight after I’ve fucked you so many times, you fit so perfectly around me baby, could live in this pussy forever” he groaned into your neck.

“Need you daddy, need you so bad, m’ so close”, your whiny needy voice was music to Bucky’s ears as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You clung onto him, biting into his shoulders to try and keep your voice down but he made it impossible.

“Yeah baby, you gonna cum again? Can feel you squeezing me so tight holy fuck, make a mess on my cock” Bucky pulled his head away from the crook of your neck to look down at where you connected. He whimpered at the sight, his shaft completely covered in your slick, obscene sounds filling the room every time he fucked into you. “Be a good girl and cum baby, cum around my cock” He moved his hand to trail down between your bodies, pinching both your nipples before rubbing quick circles on your sensitive clit.

“I’m g-gonna- daddy I’m gonna cu-“Your words got cut off by your own climax unexpectedly hitting you hard and fast. “ohmygodohmygodohmygod”. Your vision blurred, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes at the force of your climax. You could no longer hear anything, the blood rushing through your ears over powering the sound of Bucky fucking you through your high, pressing down onto your clit to make it last as long as possible. He felt your walls squeeze and clench around him making his cock throb, momentarily stuttering in his pace as he felt his own climax starting to build up.

“Fuck you squirted, I can feel it d-dripping down to my balls, you’re so fucking perfect, taking my cock so well babydoll, think you can give me one more? Love the way your body feels baby, I need you to give me one more”

You had already cummed twice, oversensitive from the previous two orgasms Bucky gave you. As soon you reached the room, Bucky wasted no time ripping your clothes off and latching his mouth onto your clit. His tongue swirled in circles, rutting his hard length onto the mattress to relieve some of the tension. You didn’t even bother checking into your assigned room. After the third climax, you were too far gone to hear anything Bucky was saying to you at this point, feeling limp in his arms, barely registering the bruising grip he had holding onto your ass and thighs. The sudden coolness of his metal hand slapping your check broke you out of your trance.

“Tell me you slut, or are you too cockdrunk over daddy’s cock to answer me”. His pace had slowed down to a slow grind pressing you hard against the wall, drinking in your fucked out expression. He loved seeing you like this; hair disheveled, cheeks stained with tears and mouth agape, unable to form a complete sentence. The only sounds leaving your mouth were moans each time he pushed into you deeper. Your neck and shoulders had a trail of small bruises; his favorite way to claim and mark you. You were the most beautiful sight he ever saw in his life. You could feel the base of him rubbing over your oversensitive clit. You moaned into his neck, digging your nails into his shoulders, adding to the litter of scars you already marked him with. “F-fuck daddy s-s-so sensitive. C-c-an’t”.

Still fucking into you, Bucky moved from the wall, dropping you onto the bed. His body caged you, face dark with pure lust and adoration. Throwing both legs over his shoulders, as he hit a new angle that made you see stars. You could already feel a new high build up causing you to sob into Bucky’s shoulder.

“Can’t?” He mocked your tone. “You sure you can’t give me one more baby?” Picking up his pace, Bucky was relentless, his animalistic primal urges completely taking over his brain. His thrusts unfaltering as he drove you further into the mattress. “Come on babydoll, just give me one more, need you to cum around my cock so bad, one more time, please baby please” Bucky’s dominance started faltering as he started to feel your walls clench around him.

Your hands gripped tightly onto his biceps, clawing up them, trying to ground yourself as you felt right on the edge. Bucky trailed kisses from your neck, focused on how your chest bounced with each thrust. “So fucking beautiful, could look at this all day” He moved down to pull your nipple into his mouth, giving it a harsh tug. It sent another wave of pleasure over you, causing your walls to flutter, slick further drenching his cock. “I can feel you milking me baby, come on, let go. I got you baby, let go, cum for me y/n, baby please, need this so bad, want to feel you”

That was all it took, his words caused your walls to flutter uncontrollably, your clit throbbing as you felt waves and waves of euphoria wash over you. “BUCKY FUCKK”. You looked beautiful beneath him, every moan leaving your lips making his cock leak with arousal. His pace grew sloppy as he fucked you through your high, now starting to chase his own. “Fuck yessss baby, say my fucking name, feel so good when you cum around my cock. Love when you make such a mess on me, keep squeezing me y/n feels so fucking good oh fuck m’ not gonna last long baby girl” Bucky sobbed into your shoulder, your walls pulling him in deeper, tightening making it almost difficult for him to move.

“Fill me up daddy, please, feels so good B-Bucky” You were completely fucked out, floating in and out of consciousness, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill you up. You needed him just as bad. You pulled him down, nipping at his lips, giving him sloppy kisses all over his face. You let your tongue slip in between his lips swallowing his moans as his arms gave in and he let his body collapse onto you. Your words had an indescribable effect on him.

“Don’t say that unless you want it baby, you want my cum? You need me- shit, need me to fill you up? You like when d-daddy- fuck gives you all his cum, keep you so full for d-days?”

“Please daddy, pleaseplease”

“Please what baby, tell daddy what you want, say it”

“Need your cum in me, fuck please Bucky!”

“Fuck baby, m so close, love cumming in this pussy, you love when I cum in you baby? You love feeling me fill you up till your dripping and making a mess? Don’t even know if this sweet tight pussy can handle it baby, God theres so much fucking cum, I can feel it” You nodded, sucking onto his neck, marking him “Greedy c-cumslut, you’re f-f-fucking mine. Always. Fucking. Mine” Bucky could feel his heavy balls aching, tightening as it slapped against your soaked core. A warm feeling of ecstasy tingled through his spine, travelling through his body, his cock throbbing, desperate to release.

“Might just have to get you pregnant, fuck, you’d look so fucking beautiful carrying my babies” Oh you liked that. You fucking loved it. Bucky’s words caused you to cry out pulling him even closer. Even in your fucked out state, you definitely heard what he said. Bucky could feel your arousal gush around him, your body now clinging onto him with a vice like grip. “You want that baby? You want my babies? Baby m’ gonna cum” “Fuck yes Bucky please, give me your babies daddy, need it so bad” You moved your legs to wrap around his waist, digging your heels into him, forcing him deeper into you.

He moaned at the feeling of your legs wrapping around him, his metal arm gripping the head board allowing him to speed up his pace. "I'm gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, m’ gonna fucking cu- FUUCCKKK” Bucky bit down hard onto your neck to keep from roaring out, the grip he had on the headboard caused it to crack and splinter above you while his other hand tore the sheets he was gripping onto. You could feel his cock swell, hot spurts of white cum burst though his sensitive head, spilling out of you as he continued to gently rock his hips into you, whimpering . “So much cum baby, still fucking cumming, you feel so g-good y/n take it baby, know you always take it so well”.

Bucky stilled in his moments, nuzzling against your neck, placing gentle kisses on all the bruises that now covered your neck and shoulders. “You okay bubs?” He pushed a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear while softly caressing your forehead. You nodded, hardly able to speak but the blissed out expression you had on your face told Bucky all he needed to know.

He got up and went to turn on the shower, making sure it was at the exact temperature you liked before picking you up and carrying you over. Both of you stood under the hot water, letting the steam relax your muscles. The scent of lavender filled the shower as Bucky poured some shower gel onto a washcloth, massaging your back and shoulders. You took your time placing little kisses over the scarred tissue where his metal arm met his body. After you both cleaned up, you wrapped yourself around Bucky, clinging onto him like a koala bear as he picked you up, setting you down onto the bed, covering both of you with the soft sheets.

Back at the compound

“I think they’re done. Its quiet now” Steve made his way up to the surveillance room again, hoping to see you and Bucky with clothes on.

“Alright, lets go see” Tony began to follow Steve, and saw Peter pale as ever, still looking like he saw a ghost as he shakily got up from the chair. “Not you Spiderling, you stay there. Cover your ears or watch tiktoks or something”

As they walked into the room, the scene on the screen was yet again not something they expected to see.

“Can we stay like this?” Waves of sleep washed over you, cuddled up on Bucky’s chest, his metal arm tracing mindless shapes onto the soft skin on your hips.

“I could stay like this forever with you baby girl, I love you” Bucky pressed soft kisses onto your forehead and nose. You nuzzled against his warm body, inhaling his soft scent as you fought sleep, trying to stay awake for as long as you could with the love of your life. Bucky noticed your squirming. “Go to sleep bubba, its been a long day” His fingers made their way to your hair, gently massaging down from your scalp to your neck.

“Don’t want to” you mumbled into his neck, hitching your leg over his torso him so you could pull yourself impossibly closer to him. “This is the first time we got to spend together alone without having to hide from anyone. I want to be awake for every single minute”

“You know, we could just tell everyone and you could move into my room. Been over a year of pretending, I don’t like not being able to kiss you whenever I want,” You looked up to see Bucky pouting down at you. “You’ve been so patient with me, taking everything at my pace. I want to whole world to know you’re mine, that I love you”.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, rolling both of you over as he now laid on top of you. “I knew from the day you sat with me in the bar and asked if I preferred to be called James or Bucky, you were special” He nuzzled his nose against yours, placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “Every time you sneak into my room to help me with my nightmares, I hope the sun doesn’t rise so I can hold you for longer. I can’t describe the happiness I feel when I’m with you; I want to be able to do this all the time”

“Are you sure Buck? You’d want me to move into your room with you? You know this also means no more sneaking around on secret dates” “More than sure doll, need everyone *kiss* to know *kiss *you belong to me *kiss*”

“Okay, they are adorable” Wanda gushed as she watched you and Bucky fall asleep, blissfully unaware that anyone had heard or seen the last few hours together. Nat blushed seeing her friend unbelievably happy, protected in the arms of someone that clearly loved her more than anyone else. The shy demeanor you had around everyone else was non-existent with Bucky.

“I have to admit, they make a good pair. Didn’t think Barnes or y/l/n had it in them. Guess you have to always watch out for the quiet ones,” Tony grinned, genuinely happy you both found happiness in each other. “Maybe we should soundproof the walls in tin mans room if they’re going to move in together. Actually I’ll do it now so he doesn’t suspect anything. You okay there cap?”

Steve’s eyes were glassy hearing how happy and in love Bucky was with you. His best friend deserved it after all he had been through and the fact that you were the one to give him happiness made warmth spread through his chest. He was so happy he brought you to the team. Bucky’s stoic expression disappeared entirely. They had never seen him so gentle as he cuddled into you while you slept. For the first time, the team saw him look at peace.

***

Bucky thought he would have to convince Steve to delay sending the jet to pick them, surprised when Steve easily agreed. “No problem Buck, actually the jet might arrive later than anticipated, that’s okay with you and y/n right?”

“Yeah that’s fine, thanks punk” *call disconnected* Steve smirked, purposely sending the jet a day later than necessary. He would have no problem with sending the jet a week later if it meant you both got to spend some time together. “Steve sounded….happy” Bucky looked confused as he placed his phone back on the table, walking back over to the bed where you were wrapped under the sheets. His dog tags hung around your neck, your hair spread on the pillow like a halo. You skin glowed as the sun crept through the curtains, you looked like an angel. His angel. “That’s good right? Come here and cuddle me” You made grabby hands towards Bucky as he flopped onto the bed trapping you under him. “Oof- get off me you big baby” You giggled and Bucky nuzzled his face into your bare chest, wrapping his arms around you. “No. m’ comfy just like this” Bucky grinned up at you peppering kisses along your jaw. “It’s good, just odd. He’s usually trying to get me back as soon as possible, especially when Hydra is involved”.

***

As you both exited the jet, making your way back to the compound you wondered how the team would react to you and Bucky getting together. There wasn’t anyone that would oppose the relationship but you were not sure how to explain that you had already been together for a year. You spoke to Bucky the very same day Tony happily welcomed you to join the team.

Flash back 2 years ago

Tony looked for any reason to throw a party and after seeing you on the field, he figured it was a good enough reason to celebrate. Parties made you anxious so you quietly made your way to the bar where another figure sat. He was handsome; different from what you had seen plastered all over the world a few years ago. His long hair was cut short, the previous silver arm from Hydra replaced with dark gunmetal grey and gold vibrainium. He was dressed in a plain black t-shirt that stretched across his chest and arms along with his dark jeans that hugged his legs nicely. What should have been a quick glance was turning into staring as you struggled to tear your eyes off him.

Bucky sat, nursing a glass of whisky. He looked over to you, surprised that you had chosen to sit at the bar as well instead of getting your drink and leaving. You fumbled with your fingers, realizing that he had seen you. You didn’t want to make it obvious you were just silently staring at him, quickly thinking of something to say.

“Hi” You smiled, feeling the heat travel through your cheeks and down your neck. “I’m y/n”.

“Ah, so the welcome party is for you. I’m James; some of my friends call me Bucky though”.

“Well what do you prefer to be called?”

Your consideration for what he would prefer. It was so small. So simple. People always assumed he went by Bucky. But the fact that you bothered to ask which name he preferred brought up a new feeling he didn’t know existed. He felt his cheeks flush.

“You can call me Bucky, doll”.

Bucky found himself frequently bumping into you in the same places he’d go to have some quiet time to himself. Usually he wasn’t a fan when there was someone else present but he didn’t mind when it was you. You didn’t try to pry him with questions or invade his space. You also enjoyed sharing quiet time with Bucky. There was a mutual understanding between you both, filled with shy smiles and blushes.

Things took a turn one night when you woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a crash. You heard thrashing coming from Bucky’s room and found your feet working faster than your mind. You knew he had nightmares but you were not sure he’d want anyone to see him when he was so vulnerable. The thought of him having to go through all those nights alone made your heart ache. Your heart raced as you stood in front of Bucky’s door; the thrashing stopped but you could now hear soft sobs coming from inside. You gently knocked on his door. “Bucky?” No answer. Again, your body was acting faster than your mind as you quietly opened the door and slipped into his room.

Bucky was on the floor, the sheets thrown off the bed. A picture of him in his army uniform from 1940 thrown across the room, glass shattered on the floor. He had his head buried between his knees, his fingers tugging at his hair as he tried to ground himself from another nightmare. You carefully made your way towards him, dropping to your knees in front of him. There was no second thinking as you pulled his hands away, wrapping your arms around him so you could cradle him to your chest. You placed a soft kiss on his hairline, gently rubbing his back in small circles and rocking him to calm him down.

“Shhh, its okay” You moved your hand to cup his cheek, making him look at you. “You’re safe Bucky”. Your thumbs wiped away the tears that kept spilling.

“So many of them” Bucky’s voice cracked as he spoke between sobs. “I killed so many of them and none of them deserved it. I’m a fucking monster”. He buried his face into your neck letting his tears fall onto your t-shirt as he continued to cry.

“That was never you Bucky” You felt your own eyes stinging with tears threatening to spill out. You held him tighter, your voice growing shaky as you continued to speak “No one gave you a choice then. Look at all the lives you saved when you were free to make choices again Buck”. You stood up, gently pulling Bucky to get up and lay on the bed instead. Bucky was exhausted; he feared the images that plagued his mind as soon as he let sleep take over. He looked up at you; his eyes filled with torment, the dark circles underneath showing it had been ages since he slept in peace.

“You don’t have to talk about anything. I can stay with you till you fall asleep. Come here, lay down”.

Bucky reluctantly got up, too tired to argue and tell you it wasn’t necessary because he didn’t want to bother you. He secretly hoped you would stay; you were the one person he knew he could be silently comfortable around. You sat up on his bed against the head board. As he put his head on the pillow, he felt your hands gently touch his hair. He started to feel his eyelids grow heavy. “Are you okay with me touching you? You can tell me if it makes you uncomfortable”. Bucky shook his head, leaning into your touch. He shifted over, moving so his head was now resting on your lap. You felt your heart flutter, gently running your fingers through his soft hair, the simple action lulling him to sleep.

Bucky’s sores filled the room as you continued to gently massage his head. Happy he had fallen asleep, you wondered if you should leave. He didn’t seem to mind you helping sleep again but you were not sure he’d be comfortable with you staying the whole night. You started to shift until you felt a tug at your wrist and saw Bucky looking up at you like a lost puppy. “Stay…please?” You could felt your heart melt, his soft eyes looking up at you hopefully. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Bucky, are you sure?”

“I want you to stay”.

Present

You both entered the shared living room; Bucky gently squeezed your hand, knowing you were feeling nervous. You huffed a sigh of relief seeing it was empty, continuing down to the elevators making your way up to the floor you shared with Steve and Bucky. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Bucky pulled you close smashing his lips against yours, pressing you against the wall. Bucky’s mind had been racing ever since he asked you to move into his living space. He couldn’t wait to have you all to himself, to hold you when he slept and wake up to you. His hand gripped your waist as the other gripped the back of your neck, lightly pulling your hair. You smirked, enjoying the gentle burn with each tug, letting his tongue slip through, snaking your hands under his shirt clawing your nails down his back.

“God babydoll you have no idea what you do to me” Bucky groaned, breaking away from your lips momentarily for air. “Can’t wait to have you in my bed every single night, your gonna be bent over every surface while I rail you from behind. I’ll get to fuck you to sleep, keep you full with my cum all night and wake you up with my face between your legs”. You whimpered arousal soaking through your panties as Bucky kept whispering filth, sucking little bruises down your neck. He pushed your legs apart, his thigh pressing onto your aching core.

The ding of the elevator reaching your floor broke you both out of your lust filled trace. Bucky tapped the side of your thigh “Jump”. You wrapped your legs around him; Bucky wasted no time carrying you over to his room, ready to have his way with y-

“What are you guys doing in here?”

Bucky saw Tony, Steve and Sam squirreling around his room with measuring tape. The three whipped their heads around, eyes wide. Tony wasn’t bluffing when he suggested sound proofing the walls; he got Steve and Sam to help him measure the room before having anything installed. They caught a glance of Bucky carrying you before he had set you down beside him, pretending nothing happened.

“I own the compound Barnes, technically all the rooms are my rooms”

“Fine, but why are these two with you? And what were you measuring?”

“I was…” Tony panicked, deciding the change the subject. “Why were you carrying y/n?” Tony smirked wiggling his eyebrows, watching as you hid your face into Bucky’s arm. Bucky felt the blush warm his cheeks. He was excited for everyone to know but he didn’t wasn’t sure how to explain anything on the spot and the growing tightness in his pants wasn’t helping.

“Uh I wasn’t… she was tired from the mission and you didn’t answer my question”

“I FAINTED” Steve panicked, hoping his outburst out distract Bucky from the fact that they were in his room. He didn’t exactly think anything through. “You? fainted? In my room?” Bucky looked at Steve as if he suddenly grew a second head.

“Yeah Frozone, you fainted?” Tony glared at Steve, wondering how the hell this man managed to carry the shield for this long if this is how he responded to pressure. “Will you shut up” Sam grumbled to Steve under his breath.

“Yeah, sorry pal. Came looking for something, thought I might have left it in your room. Tony and Sam came to help. Turns out it wasn’t there” Steve’s face was the same shade of red as the day he saw you in Bucky’s motel room. He could think on his toes on missions but this was different, he didn’t know how to lie to his best friend.

“Then when did you faint-”

Tony and Sam mentally face palmed. Tony couldn’t decide which risk was worse: allowing Steve to continue with his train wreck of a lie or to just tell Bucky the truth. “Actually Cap we can take it from here, show Barnes the new surveillance equipment since he was away when we tested it”

Steve nodded; relieved he could change the subject as he walked a confused Bucky down the hall over to the room.

“Y’know, when you guys went offline for 12 hours, we were all worried about you both. The whole team sat for hours waiting to hear from you. Can’t tell you how relieved I was when I finally saw you were okay”

“You always worry,” Bucky smiled to himself, then frowning when he remembered something “how did you know y/n wasn’t in her room? And what do you mean saw, you just called me on the phone punk” “Uh……..yes. I meant heard. When I heard from you” Steve opened the door to the room the team was gathered in the day before, blood draining from his face when he saw the live feed hadn’t stopped even after you were both safe at the compound. Tony still hadn’t figured how to switch it off but managed to create an AI that controlled the entire building. Unbelievable. Tony and Sam made their way over to ensure Steve didn’t attempt to pull anything else out of America’s Ass. Bucky walked over to the screen frowning as he noticed the room it was showing looked familiar. “Wait. Isn’t this my motel room?”

“Huh. Would you look at that? So it is. Tony how did that happen?” Steve looked at Tony and Sam, eyeing the door, planning his escape.

“How long has this been streaming for?”

“uh………” Steve dashed out the room. Tony and Sam could figure this out on their own.

On the bottom of the screen read: live for 46h 15m 9s. You had only been at the Motel for about a day and a half….

“When did this start recording?” Sam looked at Bucky, then Tony then back to Bucky before running out the door to follow Steve.

“See, we didn’t hear from you for over 12 hours, so I did what any great leader would do and checked on you to make sure you were okay” “Huh” “Just a few cameras to have eyes on you in case something happened. You should be thanking me Barnes” Tony already started tip toeing backwards slowing making his way to the door before Bucky connected the dots.

“When did this start recording” “I can say with confidence, you have a nice ass Barnes!” Tony dashed out the room,

“STARK!!”

Thank you @buckies-dolle wouldn't have written anything without you <3

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deliciousangelfestival · 8 months

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hi!! i jst wanted to say i loved ur bucky n steve as babies and was wondering if u could do another version where bucky/steve (seperate) where they’re (well one of them, either both or jst one is fine) are dating Y/N and theyre jst clinging onto her and cries/whines/throws a tantrum evertime she tries to leave, u can completely ignore this if u want

Thank you so much. I'm so happy you like the short story. Even though there's a lot mistakes. 😅

Here it goes. I hope you like it, @leiluvs . 😘

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Tiny Soldier

STEVE ROGERS

Captain America turned into a baby when he helped Dr. Strange.

The team was shocked, including Y/N. Steve's girlfriend. She was used to seeing Steve come with bruises. But she's not prepared when she sees Tony carrying her boyfriend.

Strange told Y/N the magic cast on Steve would last for a week, and then he would turn to normal.

That made Y/N relieved a bit. Then, her days with baby Steve started.

Baby Steve is gentle. He never makes a fuss. He only cries when he's hungry.

When she bathe and wash his hair, he is soft, fragrant, and very comfortable to hug. Everyone wants to hold him, but he only lets Y/N carry him.

Even though he's a baby, his eyes are only for Y/N. Whenever she goes, his eyes always follow her movement.

On the second day, he calls her "Y/N~." His child's voice makes him more cute since adult Steve always has his Captain voice when he talks but not towards Y/N.

Everyone was jealous. Tony and Natasha tried to persuade Steve to call their name. But baby Steve doesn't want to. He looks away, pretending not to hear them. Tony and Natasha felt annoyed a bit. They knew Steve could speak. But he only talks to Y/N.

When Y/N gave Steve milk, he handed half of his drink to her. "Y/N drink~." His small gesture made Y/N feel warm. Even though Steve became a baby, he wanted to share what he had.

Baby Steve will glare at anyone who stands closer to Y/N. He would slap an object near him or stomp his short leg.

Y/N thinks it's cute. But she misses her boyfriend in adult form.

When Steve turned back to adult, he felt dizzy. The first thing he did was hug Y/N. He felt safe and warm in her arms.

BUCKY BARNES

Poor Bucky was at the wrong time and location when Dr. Strange cast a magic spell. In a second, he became a baby.

Baby Bucky doesn't make a fuss, but he's active. He always sings, following the kid's channel. It was Tony's mistake who played the video.

Baby Bucky always hugs Y/N whenever he wants.

When someone tries to talk to Y/N, baby Bucky will immediately stand in front of her and open both of his arms. Like a barrier. With a frown face, he said, "My Y/N."

Baby Bucky is more possessive towards Y/N rather than adult Bucky.

When Bucky turns back into an adult, his first thought is to build a family with Y/N.

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i hate my angst loving self so much sometimes

think about a confused and not-entirely-there bucky screaming at steve, asking him why he left him there on the snow, asking why he didnt come back for him, telling him how long he waited for him to come and save him

FINE HONEY, YOU WANTED ANGST, I'LL GIVE YOU ANGST. AND I'LL CRY ABOUT IT 😭

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, tw: suicidal thoughts, very mild gore, nightmares, post-catws, angst is definitely not my thing what am i even doing here asjdhsjdh wordcount: 3815 a side note: while the language here is used in accordance with steve's profound sense of guilt, it doesn't reflect the author's personal beliefs on the matter - aka IT'S NOT HIS FAULT SKDLKS MY POOR BABY 😭😭

It always starts off quiet, like the darkened hall of a theater in the split second between the curtain opening over the stage and the actor’s first line. Silence, please. The show is about to begin.

The scenery changes sometimes, but it’s the mountains Steve sees most often in his dreams: the soulless gray of stone, and the blinding white of snow coating everything, from the peaks, to the valley, to the copse of fir trees, huddled together like children in the cold. Just like he remembers from that day in the Alps. No one knows how to torture him better than his own mind.

The wind rises sharp and icy, lifting sleets of frost with it, and a chill rolls down Steve’s spine. It’s not the cold, though.

It’s fear, congealing like a dead weight in the pit of his stomach. The show is about to begin. And he’s watched it all to the end countless times before.

“Steve?”

His head whips around, and Bucky’s right there, like he always is. A fixed point, unchanged, unmovable, his boots sinking soundlessly in the thick layer of snow beneath them.

He looks so beautiful, so oddly alive against the backdrop of his desolate place; a man at the peak of his youth, the pink of his cheeks nearly glowing next to the deep blue of his uniform, his hair combed to a movie-star shine, parted neatly to the side. It’s cruel, how perfect he is. Preserved like a cherished heirloom in Steve’s mind, never fading, never aging; a living picture, soft and rosy-cheeked. He belongs in a dance hall, in a crowded street, in the cheerful chaos of the fourth of July, in the color and noise of fireworks, in the tangle of ooh’s and aah’s under the firelit sky. He doesn’t belong here. But he’ll never leave this place.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky’s head tilts to the side, confused. “You left a long time ago.”

“Bucky,” Steve tries to say, but the name dies on his lips.

The light in Bucky’s eyes dulls to a flicker, carrying a heavy gloom over his features. He looks so sad, all of a sudden. He never looked sad when Steve was around, Steve remembers that – and Steve never learned how to make it better.

He can never make this better.

“Steve.” All the color’s draining from his cheeks, quickly, leaving only the paleness of death behind. His eyes – they pierce right through Steve, empty and cold, so cold, and Steve shudders from head to toe.

“I waited for you for so long,” Bucky’s blue lips say, with a mournful lilt Steve used to hear in his mother’s voice when she would sing to him, all those heart-twisting songs about a home she’d never see again. “Where were you?”

Something dark spreads from within across the pristine blue of Bucky’s coat, dripping slowly from his shoulder, black like ink–

blood

– smothering the rich color underneath, reaching down, down–

he fell

– down along Bucky’s arm, until it’s streaking the back of his hand–

blood, it’s blood, he fell, he’s going to fall

– pooling ruby-dark at Bucky’s fingertips.

Soon the drops will spill all over the fresh snow, staining it red, too.

“You left me here.”

Steve can’t breathe.

“Why did you leave me here, Steve?”

Steve can’t breathe.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasps, and the next breath stings in his lungs, ice-cold and merciless, “I’m so sorry, Bucky, so sorry. It’s all my fault, all my fault,” he chants, hands clawing at his own chest. But what will it help? He can’t undo this. He can never undo this. “I should have held onto you,” he sobs brokenly, and it’s strange, how he can never tell when he starts crying in his dreams, but he always feels the tears streaming down his face, real as his grief is real, clogging up his throat. “I never should have let you fall.”

Bucky steps forward, dark blood trailing behind him on the ground. Steve’s heart jolts like a spooked horse, pounding loud and fast with adrenaline.

“Why didn’t you look for me?”

He sounds so gentle. So devastatingly sad.

“Did I mean so little to you?”

Steve shakes his head, No, no, no, everything, you meant everything, always, I swear, tears flicking off the edge of his jaw to be lost in the snow-packed wind. “I t-thought you were dead,” he sobs, like he’s still curled up into the blown-up flank of that train, like he’s still got his face pressed to the ice-burn of its metal and praying for everything to end, now, before reality can reshape itself around him and tell him that Bucky is gone forever.

Something mean slithers behind Bucky’s eyes. “And you would have left my body to the wolves?” he says, his voice dangerously sharp over the moaning wind. “You didn’t think I deserved a proper burial?”

It’s snowing on the outside, but it’s inside that Steve feels ice gripping at his guts.

“You could have sent me home to my folks.”

It burns.

“To my sisters.”

It burns so bad, the shame crackling under his skin.

“At least then my family would have had a body to cry over. But it never even occurred to you, did it.”

Steve’s tongue feels glued to the roof of his mouth. “I’m so sorry,” he pushes out uselessly, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve–”

“Or did you think that I was like you?” Bucky presses on, a cruel sneer forming on his white face. “Is that it? You fooled yourself so nice, you really thought I was like you? Like poor little Stevie? With no one left in the world who would miss me? No one who would even care if I was dead or alive?” He pauses, lips curling as though a new and amusing thought only just occurred to him. “Oh. Stevie, no. Did you think you were my whole world? Are you really that pathetic?”

“No,” Steve rasps, swallowing back tears and still drowning, drowning in them, “I never thought, I never– Please, Buck, I’m so sorry–”

Bucky’s silhouette blinks in and out of sight, and when he comes back, one moment later, he’s standing right before Steve, so close he need only reach out to touch him. His sneer is gone, but the depth of hurt in his eyes slices at Steve’s heart just as sharply.

“They took me, Stevie. You left me behind and they took me. Look,” he says, showing Steve the torn flesh where his left arm used to be – it was here just a moment ago, it was, Steve could swear it, it was right here – the bloody pulp of it, a frayed shard of white bone jutting out through the ripped muscle, sickening. His mouth, when Steve can finally look back, is curled back to show his teeth, the smile almost kind if it didn’t feel like a knife tearing at Steve’s own flesh. “This is all your doing. Isn’t it pretty?” Bucky tells him sweetly. “Tell me it’s pretty, Steve. Tell me it’s pretty.”

Without warning, Bucky’s hand darts up to clamp around Steve’s chin, gripping his face viciously. His touch is like ice, searing painfully into Steve’s skin, and Steve staggers in place, helpless but to look right into Bucky’s wide, desperate eyes.

“I was so scared,” Bucky whispers, hot tears spilling over his deathly pale cheeks. “I was locked in that place for so long, I couldn’t tell day from night anymore. It was so cold, and I was so alone, so alone without you, Stevie.”

His fingernails claw into Steve’s skin until they’re drawing blood, and Steve can only sob, can only take it, can only hope this will sate the hollowness he sees in Bucky’s eyes, if only for an instant. But it won’t, he knows it won’t. It never does.

If he could kneel at Bucky’s feet and beg for his forgiveness, keep him warm with the heat of his own tears, wash the blood away–

“I thought I was going to die. Every time they dragged me back to that table, I would tell myself, this is it. This is how it’s going to end,” Bucky tells him gently, nodding his head. “Sometimes, I even thought I should end it myself, before they could. But do you know what the worst part was? I didn’t die. No matter how bad I wanted it, none of the stuff they put me through ever did it. Hope kept me alive,” he snarls, soft through his bloodied smile. “That was my curse. I believed in you. I thought you would find me, save me. I told them you would come for me, and they laughed in my face, Stevie! They knew better.”

The sound that spills from Bucky’s mouth is the twisted, poisoned imitation of a laugh, emptied of all feeling, sharp like fingernails scraped across a blackboard.

“Don’t say that,” Steve whimpers, shaking his head, “please, don’t say that, no.” And he’d cover his ears if he could, lock that ugly truth out of his mind forever, but no muscle in his body will move until Bucky’s done with him.

“Do you know what happened then, Steve? You do know, don’t you?” Bucky asks, thrusting his face into Steve’s until only mere inches separate the tips of their noses – his eyes staring into Steve’s, a creeping echo of insanity gleaming from their depths. “They took my arm first, and then they took everything else.”

Hell. This is Hell.

“Because of you.”

This is what true torment looks like. No fire and brimstone, no howling souls of the damned, no blazing hail raining down upon him.

“It was always because of you.”

Just him and Bucky’s ghost, and a winter that never thaws.

“Bucky...”

The snowstorm rises against him with violence, angry, roaring in Steve’s ears, spreading frost over his chest, his arms, his bare face, freezing the tears caught in his eyelashes. Quiet, it demands. Don’t you speak to me. You have no right to speak to me.

But the yawning hole in Steve’s chest won’t stop screaming at him, starved for forgiveness, for a respite, for a mercy he never earned.

“Please, Buck... please...”

Bucky’s hand guides him down, pushing him to his knees. He crouches over Steve, gaze locked with his, heedless of the blood dripping dark and thick between his fingers; leaning in like he’s about to share a secret.

“I held out until I just couldn’t anymore. I tried to be strong, for you,” Bucky says in a harsh whisper. “But you never came.” His face, twisted by grief, wet with new tears. Steve cups it in his palms, but it’s no use: he can’t soothe this hurt. It’s too late now.

“Bucky, Bucky, sweetheart, forgive me– please, forgive me...”

Bucky’s grip on him relents; his fingers smear red over Steve’s cheek, four bloody streaks, and he strokes his knuckles over them, unbearably gentle.

“I waited for you for so long,” he says, mournful. His face is as cold as ice between Steve’s hands, stinging, burning. “Why didn’t you look for me?”

It hurts, it hurts so bad, so deep inside Steve’s heart.

“Why didn’t you look for me?”

The wind surges up around them, rattling Steve’s bones from within. The snow’s soaking into his pants, swallowing up his knees, colder, colder, the blizzard’s smothering him, blinding him, only Bucky’s eyes bright in his vision, crying, accusing, screaming, screaming, screaming–

“WHY DIDN’T YOU LOOK FOR ME?”

Steve jerked awake in the darkness, gasping for breath, a handful of sheets clutched dangerously tight in his fist. He barely even registered the soft, alarmed noise coming from the other side of the bed.

“Steve? It’s all right, you’re safe now.”

His eyes scoured the dark bedroom frantically, fighting through the chilling veil of ice still creeping at the edge of his vision. His heart hammered loud like thunder in his ears, pulsing so wildly in his throat, he thought for a moment that it would burst out of his body.

“Steve.”

Where was he?

The mountains–

“It was just a dream. You’re safe now, I promise. You’re home.”

His gaze focused on the only source of light: the faint glow filtering in through the blinds, the familiar orange hue of the street lights in their neighborhood, casting a striped pattern on the floor. A rug, there was a rug there – and a pair of slippers flicked just a bit too far from the bed.

“Come back to me, baby.”

The crumpled lumps of two discarded socks, that never made it to the hamper – oh, Bucky hated it when he did that.

“Sweetheart, can you look at me?”

A flicker of white–

– snow–

– Alpine, uncurling from her favorite spot and slipping soundlessly out of the room.

“Can you look at me? Steve.”

He turned his head towards the sound, staring wide-eyed into the shadows until finally, the outline of Bucky’s body emerged, sitting only an arm’s length away from him.

“That’s it, that’s good, Stevie.”

There was kindness in his voice, but his brow was creased with worry. His torso was half-twisted towards Steve, his body poised as though ready to reach out for him, but Bucky hadn’t touched him yet. Good, that was good. No. It hurt. That hurt.

Steve swallowed.

“Breathe with me, sweetheart. Can you do that? For me? Slow and easy, c’mon, with me.”

It was only then that Steve became aware of his own heavy breaths, the harsh sound of which filled up the room, gasp after gasp. He let go of the sheets and lay his hand on his own chest, where he could feel his pounding heartbeat, and tried to match Bucky’s calm, measured breathing as best as he could. He thought he was going to throw up.

“That’s it, just like that,” Bucky encouraged him.

Bucky–

Something flashed before Steve’s eyes; a fragment of a pale white face, with sneering lips and blood-stained teeth, taunting him with its cruel laughter.

You left me behind and they took me.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream, it wasn’t real.”

Bucky shifted minutely on the bed, and a fleck of light caught the metal plates of his arm, a silver gleam darting quickly in the night.

Steve’s chin trembled. His throat closed up.

They took my arm first, and then they took everything else.

The tears came back before he could stop them, gathering hotly behind his eyes, pressing urgently to spill over.

“Bucky,” he choked out, and in the next moment he was crawling into Bucky’s open arms, curling his shaking body into Bucky’s sturdy frame. Bucky cradled him close, rubbing a soothing hand between Steve’s shoulder blades as Steve sobbed freely, pouring all of his anguish in the crook of Bucky’s neck.

“W-when you fell,” Steve stammered pitifully, clutching at the back of Bucky’s t-shirt with the desperation of a drowning man, “I should have come looking for you, I should’ve been there, should’ve– should’ve brought you back, I–”

“No, no, Steve,” Bucky rumbled, rocking him gently in his arms, “don’t do this to yourself. Please, baby, I’m begging you.”

Steve shook his head no, hiding himself deeper into the nook offered by Bucky’s neck, just beneath the hinge of his jaw. His chest felt too tight, too full – like a balloon filled with water and straining to contain it, the paper-thin skin tense to the point of bursting.

“I should have come for you, they – they never would have taken you, I wouldn’t have let them,” he stumbled on helplessly, “I would have died first! God, I would’ve... I would have died first, I swear, Buck, I swear...”

Bucky stroked his hand over Steve’s hair, kissing the spot above the shell of his ear, dark with cold sweat. Steve felt the dampness of it across his whole body, under the clinging cotton of his pyjamas, the unpleasant moisture cooling on his skin and leaving him to shudder in Bucky’s embrace.

“Look at me,” Bucky called softly. It was a simple request, laced with just the same gentleness Bucky would use sometimes to coax Alpine into his arms, but still Steve felt panic pool in his stomach.

He couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to look Bucky in the eye, not like this. Not when the truth – Because of you. It was always because of you. – was out at last.

What a scam he was. A whole lifetime spent preaching bravery, and the one time it truly mattered, he couldn’t even be brave enough to face the consequences of his own mistakes.

Please, don’t hate me, he sobbed silently against Bucky’s neck. You should. You have every right to. But please... please...

“Sweetheart, please, look at me.”

It took more strength than Steve had ever even known he possessed, but slowly, hesitantly, he let himself be pulled out of his hiding spot, and lifted his gaze to meet Bucky’s, if only for a fleeting moment.

Bucky’s flesh hand reached up to cup his jaw, working his thumb tenderly over Steve’s skin to wipe his tears away – a sweet, but fruitless endeavor, as more salty tears rolled down Steve’s cheeks, relentless.

“The truth is, neither of us could have known I would survive that fall,” Bucky said.

Steve shook his head, his eyes screwed shut against the flood of fresh tears. “I should’ve tried anyway, I should have come to you. I should have been there with you.”

Bucky grasped him by the arms, barely squeezing at all. The force wasn’t in his touch; it was in his voice, quiet to match the nighttime gloom, but firm nonetheless.

“What if they had taken you, too? What if they’d made you like me, what then?” he said, an edge of desperation coloring his voice, as if he couldn’t bear the very thought. “Do you think you could have lived with yourself, if you’d woken up one day to find that you had the blood of innocents on your hands?”

Steve’s head snapped up then, heat flashing fiercely in his chest. “What would I have cared, when you were there with me!” he cried out, panting heavily in the wake of that outburst.

Perhaps he couldn’t call this bravery; but when Steve could breathe again, their eyes finally met again.

If he’d feared he would see hate, or disdain, or resentment looking back at him, he didn’t find any of those. What he did find instead, staring at him from Bucky’s ever-familiar face, was the stubborn mark of love, shimmering brightly in Bucky’s eyes.

“Of course you would have cared,” Bucky whispered fiercely, cradling Steve’s face in both of his hands. “It would have killed you, and it would have killed me too. I could have never, ever forgiven myself, if they’d gotten their filthy hands on you because of me.”

His voice wavered, heavy with the weight of unshed tears. Steve could see the glossy sheen of them, threatening to spill over Bucky’s cheeks any second now, and felt his own heart split in two at the sight.

“Bucky,” he rasped, wetly, clasping Bucky’s wrists with his own hands to hold onto them, turning his face into those beloved palms to kiss them helplessly, one and then the other. Bucky never stopped holding him.

“Listen to me,” he said urgently, “listen to me now. We can’t change the past. We can’t, Steve.” A new sob ripped itself painfully from Steve’s throat, one he couldn’t have helped if he wanted to. “We can’t. It’s done, it’s there, we can’t take it back. And God, do I wish we could, believe me. But I want you to hear me when I say this: I am so grateful for what we have now. In the present. Our present.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath that rippled through his whole frame, as he openly struggled to keep his words clear and his voice steady. He was always the braver one, Steve thought, thrusting one of his hands out to grab a fistful of Bucky’s t-shirt, right over his breastbone.

“Steve. God, could you have ever dreamed that we could have this? I never even dared to hope for something like it, not even on my best days.”

He paused. Steve clung to him, his chest tight with emotion.

“The way we got here... Would I have chosen that? If I’d been given a choice, would I have wanted it to happen like that? No, of course not,” Bucky continued. “But if you asked me now, would I do it all over again, just for a chance to be here with you? I would say yes.” Steve whimpered, shaking his head, tears rolling down his face; but Bucky held him firmly, looking him right in the eye and nodding just as stubbornly, a watery smile on his lips. “Yes, Steve. Yes. A million times yes.”

He broke at last, and Steve lost what little control he had of himself. He tugged Bucky forward by his shirt and threw his arms around him, crushing their bodies together as if his life depended on it. Bucky returned the embrace with that same urgency, holding him tight as Steve muffled his sobs against Bucky’s shoulder, and buried his face in Steve’s hair in return.

The pinprick-like sensation of Bucky’s tears wetting his skin, as Bucky trembled quietly against him, felt like a bruise to Steve’s naked heart.

“Forgive me,” he begged, and he couldn’t have said what it was that he was seeking forgiveness for: if the pain he had caused Bucky now, or the one he couldn’t prevent so long ago.

“There is nothing to forgive,” Bucky murmured in his ear, his voice thick. “But I’ll say it, if you need to hear it.”

“Please,” Steve whimpered.

Bucky hugged him impossibly closer. “I forgive you. Always, sweetheart.”

The tightness within Steve’s chest unraveled, and in that moment, he breathed anew. Relief washed over him – and he cried, and cried, like a person cries when they’re gifted with kindness for the first time in a very, very long time, he cried until he thought he’d exhausted all his tears.

Bucky laid them both back against his pillow, chest to chest, shushing Steve’s hiccupping breaths with whispers of sweet nothings, never once letting him go.

“All that’s left to do now,” he said softly then, pressing a kiss to Steve’s brow, “is for you to forgive yourself.”

Steve burrowed deeper into his warmth, spent.

It would take a long time for that, and a tough, strenuous walk on the tortuous path towards that healing place. In the meantime, though, he could wrap himself into the safety of Bucky’s arms, and slip into a dreamless sleep for once.

#stucky just stucky #stucky #stevebucky #rillers scribbles #I KNOW HONEY #THIS ISN'T WHAT YOU WERE GOING FOR BUT I JUST HAD TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM #I SHOULD NEVER BE ALLOWED TO TOUCH ANGST I'M OUT OF MY DEPTH AGSDJAHDKAJSJDLASKDJ #give me fluff please 😭😭#i need cuddles and smooches for my babies 😭😭#oh my god i cannot #*lies on the floor*#ALSO HONEY I LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GREAT DAY <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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requested by anon | For the event, how about Andy or Bucky (your choice) x reader where reader wakes up from a nightmare/night terror and it’s the first time Andy/Bucky has seen this happen and they just comfort and hold them. With the prompt “tell me what I can do for you”

warnings | reader has a nightmare, sooooft andy with so many sweet petnames for reader 🥺

word count | 301

went with sweet sweet andy bc i’m just in the mood for him all the time lately 🥺🫶

maybe you’ve been living with him for a while and you were sure your horrible nightmares (that you haven’t told him about) were finally gone for good— until one night they return 😔 you’re tossing and turning, sobbing in your sleep with andy right beside you.

he wakes up quickly and is alarmed to see you in such a state. it doesn’t take long for him to realize you’re dreaming. “oh baby,” he sighs sadly. he pulls you over into his arms and holds you, just trying to soothe you as you sleep at first. “it’s okay, y/n. i’m here; i’m right here. you’re safe, honey. please don’t cry.” but you keep struggling through your tears; he’s heartbroken watching you like this. “oh sweetheart,” he murmurs sadly, “my poor baby.”

as gently as he can, he starts trying to wake you up. rubbing your shoulder a bit, saying your name over and over. he doesn’t wanna scare you 🥺 he wipes your tears as they trail down your cheeks. “c’mon, darlin’. come back to me,” finally, with a little more force, he’s able to snap you out of your nightmare.

you let out a sob as your eyes shoot open. “hey, hey,” he’s instantly crooning, brushing back your hair. “it’s me. you’re okay, sweetheart. i’m here. i’m right here.”

you cry into his chest, and he rubs your back as he rocks you gently. “tell me what i can do for you, honey. how can i help, how can i make it better?”

“just keep holding me— please,” your voice is so weak against him. he was planning on it, he’s gonna hold you all night long if that’s what it takes 💕

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Burned Pancakes

Title: Burned Pancakes

Summary: Bucky needs comfort.

Pairing: Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Square 20 filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Kiss on the forehead

Warnings: fluff, caring reader, nightmares, comforting, established relationship, Bucky gets the comfort he needs and deserves

Words: 1,7

Sequel to Burned Cookies

“OH NO!” you run into the kitchen to take the pan off the oven. “I burned the pancakes.” You sigh deeply. It was meant to be a surprise for your boyfriend and now, you burned the breakfast you prepared.

“Doll! What’s wrong? Where is…” Bucky watches you sigh deeply. “What happened, Y/N? Do I have to punch the oven for you?”

“I ruined the pancakes,” you pout and sniffle. “You are finally back from your mission, and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

He grins. “You did something very nice last night and in the showers.”

You giggle and give Bucky a wink.

“I wanted to prepare breakfast…because of your appointment…I mean…uh…it will be an exhausting day for you,” you stammer. “I’m sorry Buck.”

Bucky steps toward you to cup your face with both hands. Careful and gentle. He leans forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Baby doll,” he mumbles. “You don’t have to be sorry. I liked burned pancakes.”

“Hey, don’t try to be funny, Sir,” you laugh as he peppers more kisses on your cheek and neck. “Buck! No—Bucky!”

“Best breakfast ever,” he presses his lips to yours, claiming your soft pillows in a gentle kiss. “I got to go, doll. But I promise to be back for dinner.”

“Hmm…what do you think, Alpine,” you cock your head to the side to glance at the cat Bucky brought home a few months ago.

He found the poor cat in the middle of the street, meowing loudly. Bucky stopped a car with his metal hand to save Alpine.

The owner of the car wasn’t happy, but you somehow talked him into not calling the cops. Of course, you offered to pay for the damage Bucky caused.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” you fix the mattress on the ground again. “I prefer having Bucky by my side at night too, but I know he needs space sometimes.”

Alpine looks up at you, meowing as he moves toward the mattress to press his paws into the cushions. “What do you think? Too soft?”

Bucky still has nightmares. He wakes at night, screaming and sweating. Sometimes he even cries.

That’s why he sneaks out at night to sleep on the floor at your small office.

You bought him a mattress to make sure he doesn’t sleep on the floor any longer.

“I think it’s nice,” you conclude as Alpine curls up on the mattress to get some sleep. “Alpine, no! That’s daddy’s place.”

Alpine ignores you. The cat snuggles into the mattress and closes his eyes. “You are not helpful at all. Fine, I’m going to check on dinner.”

“Doll, I’m home,” you hurriedly walk toward the door to take his jacket out of Bucky’s hands. “Hey, whoa…I can do this, Y/N.”

“No…no,” shaking your head you stop Bucky before he can tell you to stop taking care of him. “Tonight, you’ll relax. You worked so hard and saved so many people. Again.”

“Sam told you.”

“Sam told me.”

“I swear I didn’t risk my life,” Bucky hastily explains. “I didn’t tell you about work, so you won’t worry about me. I don’t want you to worry about me all the time.”

“I worry about you because I care for you,” you brush his concerns off. “I love you and won’t stop worrying. Even if you had a normal job, I’d be worried.”

“Hmm…” Bucky fights the smile wanting to creep onto his face. “Why don’t you relax and I order food for us, doll.”

“No,” you grab his hand and guide Bucky toward the living room. “I prepared dinner for us. Your favorite food and I got you the beer you like so much. And tried your mom’s recipe for dessert. I don’t know if I did well, though.”

“Y-you did all this for me,” he looks at the table. You lit candles, there is a plate with his favorite food, and a beer next to his plate. “Doll…that’s so…”

“It’s nothing special, really,” you smile softly. “I hope you are hungry.”

“It smells so good.”

Bucky’s stomach rumbles. He didn’t get homemade food for centuries and now, he’s close to tears as you placed a bowl with plumps next to his plate.

Bucky once told you it was the first thing he bought when he finally managed to escape Hydra’s grip. Plumps. The simple fruit means so much more to Bucky.

“Sit, and have a taste,” you point at the sofa. “I hope you like it.”

“I love it,” he chokes out while sitting down. Bucky grabs a fork and eagerly buries it into the food. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you sit next to Bucky and run your hand over his back. He starts shoving the food into his mouth, moaning as you just watch him, a content smile on your face. “I got more if you are very hungry.”

“That’s great,” he eats a little slower. “Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me, Buck,” he smiles softly. “We are a pair. I love doing nice things for you. You know.”

“Hmm…” he nods thoughtfully. Bucky can’t remember the last time someone was kind to him. His captors saw him as a blunt tool and to everyone else, he’s a monster haunting their dreams. “It’s still nice. So, thank you, doll.”

“Anytime, Buck,” you lean your head against his shoulder and just watch him eat. You want to cry as he’s so thankful for something you did just because. “Now, eat up. Dessert is waiting for you…”

“No,” Bucky jolts up on the bed. He clutches the blanket to his naked chest. Another nightmare woke him from his sleep.

“Buck?” you turn around to watch him sneak out of the bedroom. Bucky doesn’t want to bug you with his nightmares or disturb your sleep.

He tiptoes toward your office and sneaks inside, only to find a mattress on the floor. There are three fluffy pillows and a blanket to make sure he’ll sleep comfortably.

“Did mommy do this?” he looks at Alpine lying on one of the pillows. “I see you already got comfortable, punk.”

He smirks and sits down on the mattress, crossing his legs. Bucky is still shaken from the dream and just stares into the darkness when you enter the office.

“Nightmare again?” you softly ask. He nods and looks away. Ashamed that he’s a burden to you too. “Let me try something.”

You close the door and walk around the mattress to sit behind Bucky. He holds his breath as you gently run your fingertips over his back, shoulders, and arms. You touch him with featherlight touches, waking goosebumps on your way.

“You’re safe with me. You’re a good man,” you whisper while sliding your fingertips up his neck. “Relax and let me help you.”

“I—” he whines as you run your fingers through his hair. You gently massage his scalp and whisper soft words to help Bucky relax. “Feels so good.”

Bucky closes his eyes. He fights the tears welling up in his eyes, and his throat constricts. You don’t say a thing when he wipes tears off his cheek.

“You’re safe with me, always. You’re a good man,” you repeat your words like a mantra, hoping that one day, Bucky believes them too…

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#warmandfluffybingo #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #Burned Pancakes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #fluff #bucky barnes x y/n

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 14 days

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You'll Find Me Resting Among The Restless... (Sinners Prayer)

Mafia!Stucky x POC Escort!Reader “Sin”

Wordcount: 5325

Summary:

Not all girls are made of sugar spice and everything nice. Some girls are made of art, lust and misplaced trust. The most loving thing you can do for a man, is to teach him to swallow his own poison.

Warnings:

Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Betrayal, Infidelity, Past Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate universe - Mafia, Texting, Punishment, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Sex, Tease, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Female Character of Color

Notes:

This story just attacked me and would not let up until I got it out of my system. It's angsty but with a happy/hopeful ending because I'm a sucker for a resolution. Italics are thoughts Photos used do not represent any particular reader features, they are used for reference only. Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

They messed up badly this time. Not only had they fallen for you. They didn't realize it until you were gone. Throwing every “gift” back in their faces and moving out of the penthouse they liked to keep you in. You also went back to some of your old clients. One of which was a particular couple that they were very close to, in business and personally.

All because Steve let his bitch of an ex Sharon get under his skin and in a lapse of judgement and a whole lot of whiskey he not only fucked her but let you find them together on the couch naked and passed out the morning after. He had the nerve to get pissy with you for just showing up at their place. When he was the one that set up the breakfast date the week prior.

Asshole.

Poor Bucky, he didn't even do anything and yet because he and his boyfriend are a package deal he got left as well.

You told him you’d never get between them. That you wouldn't hurt either of them by picking one over the other. If things came to that, you’d just leave them both. They weren’t the only ones who went and fell in love. With tears filling your eyes, begging to be set free, you turned towards the Steel Gray eyes full anguish beside you.

“I can handle a broken heart Buck. It’s not the first time someone thought that because of my profession and being non monogamous that you can't ACTUALLY cheat on me. I’m going to miss you something fierce though.” You step closer for just a moment and caress his cheek.

“I wish it wasn't this way, but it is what it is. I can forgive a lot of things. Even this if done properly, but for now I just need to not be here anymore. Please know that I don't blame you for any of this. You're just as much a victim of his choices as I am.” You kiss his cheek.

“I love you. Please don't hurt him too much and take care of yourself okay. If you need me you know where I’ll be.” You pivot on your heels and head out the door, gently closing it behind you. You make it all the way to the penthouse they provided you before you break down in tears as you pack up all of your belongings. You’ve just gotta get out here.

That’s how you ended up here, attending a party hosted by Pepper and Tony Stark, as their plus one. In all honesty you knew Tony only threw this event because he wanted to cheer you up and this is the only way he knew how outside of the bedroom. That was his first approach, which was shutdown quickly by Pepper the moment she saw you on their doorstep, clearly heartbroken.

You weren't here only in a work capacity, although they were paying for your time, they just wanted to protect you and let you heal without the added pressure to ‘perform’. So once again, on paper and according to your bank account at least, you were their Sugar Baby.

You did terminate the contract with Steve and Bucky the same day the incident occurred, so it was good to know you wouldn't have to dip into your savings just yet. Thank goodness Pepper still kept your old apartment in Stark Tower ready for you just in case.

The relationship you shared with them was not at all conventional, with or without a contract. Frankly they were the only people you knew who you could always count on and that meant the world to you. You truly did love the Starks. Before Steve and Bucky came along they were your favorite clients. They were the ones to introduce you to the powerful couple, at a party just like this one actually. So technically they were to blame for your current heartbreak.

I wonder if they’ll both show their faces here and if Sharon will be on Steve’s arm? I wonder how Bucky is holding up, if the nightmares have come back? Fuck. I told myself I wasn't going to think about them tonight and here I am almost in tears at the thought of Bucky in pain. I need a drink or five.

It isn’t until you're nursing your third cocktail at the bar, catching up with Wanda that you spot them, the usual entourage of Nat and Sam at their sides, Clint taking up the rear. Ever the intimidating image as always. Other than Tony, who runs Manhattan, they’re the biggest bosses in the room, controlling Brooklyn. Thankfully they brokered a truce years ago and everyone works together peacefully.

Before you have a chance to escape to a far corner where you can hide away, you make the mistake of glancing over your shoulder and catch the intense blues of Bucky staring straight into your soul. Even tired he looks like a damn Greek god. Tragedy included.

He breaks the stare off, leaning over to Nat and whispering something in her ear. You watch as she skillfully distracts Steve and moves him towards the center or the party where the Starks are currently holding court. Lost in watching Nat do what she does best, you don't realize Bucky has made his way over to you until it’s too late and you feel the ghost of fingertips trace down your exposed spine in your backless black dress.

He leans over your shoulder. That sweet baritone you love whispering into your ear. “You look magnificent tonight, Doll. Would you grant a poor mortal the chance to remain in your presence with a dance?”

You lift your glass to your lips, keeping your eyes straight ahead, finishing the remnants of alcohol while you ponder your response. With a steadying breath you respond. “One dance couldn't hurt. But it can't be here, among such prying eyes. I’d rather remain in the shadows tonight.”

“As you wish.” He proceeds to rest his hand on the small of your back and guide you toward a darkened sitting room off the main hall. You could faintly hear the music over the murmur of voices wafting into the space.

He pulls you close, wrapping his large arms around your waist as you rest yours around his thick neck. Being in his arms again, after weeks of loneliness, feels like coming home. You place your forehead against the space between his collarbone when he begins to sway to the dull beat.

“How have you been, Doll? Truthfully. Don’t try to sugarcoat it for my feelings.”

Keeping your face right where it is, to shield you from those steel grays you love so much, you give him your truth. “Surviving. That’s the best way I can describe it. I’ve been licking my wounds and trying to mend this hole I feel in my heart. I keep thinking, I just have to get to tomorrow and the pain will lessen even more. And one day it won’t hurt anymore when I think of them.”

You lift your head to run your eyes over his handsome face. “How about you? How have the Kings of Brooklyn been holding up in their Ivory Tower?”

Looking off into the darkened space, his eyes latching on to a sliver of moonlight coming in through a crack in the curtains. You feel his chest vibrate as he scoffs. “We’re not even sleeping in the same bed right now. I was so upset with him that day that I couldn’t even be bothered to help him with his hangover. Funny enough, Sharon was kicked out immediately by Steve as soon as you left. Like legit woke her up, threw her clothes at her and screamed at her to get the fuck out. She didn’t leave without spewing a few truths first.”

He just shakes his head, rambling out his thoughts as they come into his mind. “Apparently it was her plan all along to get him drunk and earn her spot back by his side. She’d been talking shit about the both of us and just wanted Steve to herself. She knew just how to get into Steve’s head due to his loyalty to her family. Thought that you’d just latch on to me and I would let him go to keep you. She had no idea that you would drop us both because you couldn't handle breaking us apart.”

You stare at him slack jawed, as he turns to look down at your moonlit face.

“Not gonna lie. I’m drowning without you, Doll. I can’t even look at him after what he did. It was reckless, regardless of his inebriated state. He knows how I feel about her and the things she’s done to him and me in the past.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“The fucking Golden idiot, due to his loyalty to her Aunt and Uncle, and what he feels he owes them, just keeps letting her back in. I’m done with it. What about the respect I deserve as his partner in business and life? Fuck that, what about the respect and loyalty YOU deserve.” He’s staring straight into your soul again.

“Your loyalty. Your love. It saved me babygirl. Your light always cuts through the darkness for me. You were the piece we were fucking missing and I cant believe he would even risk that. I’ve tried to let you go. I understand your reasons for leaving us. But I just can't do it. Even seeing the pain he’s trying to hide away, the tough front he’s putting on, isn’t enough to keep me around right now. I miss you baby. I’d give it all up to have you back in my arms for good. All this lavish bullshit isn't worth anything to me without you by my side. I hate that I’m being punished for his fuck up. Again I'm not blaming you for your decision baby. It just hurts and I miss you so fucking much. I can't even sleep at night anymore.”

You can’t resist running your fingers through the hairs on the nape of his neck. “Bucky. I miss you too. So much. I wish it wasn't like this. I never wanted to leave you. You’re right. You never did do anything wrong. You were more than loyal to me. I hate thinking I’m causing you pain because of a stupid decision he made.” Tears begin to well in your eyes.

He gives your waist a squeeze. “Don’t cry baby. We can figure this out. Where are you staying? I know Tony and Pep took over your contract.”

You sniffle a bit. “They did. But it’s not what you think. Sex is not on the table. Though Tony fought me and Pep on that. He thinks a good dicking is all I need. They just want me to heal in peace. I’m staying here at the Tower in my old apartment.”

He nods his head. “Good. Makes me feel better knowing you're safe.” He grabs your cheeks tenderly. “I wish I could kiss you right now. It’s all I’ve wanted to do these last couple weeks. Just having you in my arms again isn’t enough.”

“Please.” You whisper out.

“Do you mean it, Doll? You're not just telling me what you think I want because you feel guilty for your decision to leave?” He implores.

“I don't regret my decision to leave, Bucky. But I do hate that I had to leave you behind. Like I said that morning. I could forgive almost anything. There’s just not anything you need to apologize for. So why did I let my emotions drag you in with my need for him to be punished? It was stupid of me. If you can forgive me for how I left, I would like to keep you in my life. In whatever way you see fit for that.” You confess.

“Really?” He furrows his brows. Not wanting to get his hopes up.

“Yes. I’ve been miserable without you too.” You smile up at him.

“You good to get out here or do the Starks still need you tonight? Cus there is nothing I want more than to get you out of this dress and underneath me so I can show just how much I truly missed you.” That devilish smile of his, that means nothing but the good kind of trouble adorns his face as he awaits your answer.

“I’m not needed here. This whole party was just to get me out of my apartment anyway and for Tony to be Tony and throw his money around. Plus seeing him walk in like nothing happened, act or not, yeah that shit hit deep.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Then let’s head up to your place and make the most of the rest of our night. I’ve got some time to make up for, and I’m all of a sudden ravenous.” The feral look in his eyes has you clenching your thighs together.

Not to be intimidated, you run a hand down his neck until it rests along the waistband of his dress slacks. “Yes, Sir.”

He lets out a deep growl, pulls you close by the back of your neck and lays the most devastating, soul consuming kiss on your lips. Pouring every emotion into. Conveying without words just how much you mean to him.

How could I have ever left this man behind?

You’ve barely made it through your apartment door before Bucky has you pinned against it.

“I don’t know wether to rip this dress off you and fuck you right here against this door or take my time sweet time and worship every inch of your skin like you deserve.”

“Who says you have to only pick one option? We have the whole night ahead of us, don't we Sir?”

“Fucking minx.” He steals another heated kiss and pulls away from your chasing lips, panting. “Where’s your room babygirl. I’ve decided taking you apart piece by piece on your bed is the best place to start.”

You close your eyes for a moment and suppress a moan. “Promises. Promises. Sir.”

Throwing him a wink, you lick your lips before turning and heading off down the hall. Sashaying your hips and divesting yourself of your dress right outside your bedroom door.

Now completely nude, you climb onto your bed. Just as you lie back, resting on your elbows with your knees bent and legs spread wide, drooling pussy on full display, Bucky’s large figure graces your doorway. Shirtless, he stalks over to the bed, unbuckling his pants and losing them along with his boxer briefs along the way.

He reaches the end of your bed. Eyes zeroed in on your glistening little slit. A feral grin slowly spreads across his face and he pounces. Before you know it your back hits the mattress of your king sized bed and Bucky is pushing your legs apart, resting your knees on his broad shoulders and laying kisses on your thighs.

“This is the only place I wanted to be for weeks. Couldn't stop thinking about all the little noises you make for me when I feast upon this sweet cunt. How you squirm when I hit the right spot with my tongue. Fuck . Just look at you babygirl, so wet for me you're dripping onto the sheets already.” He swipes his tongue up along your folds from entrance to clit, eliciting a moan from you. You’ve always been sensitive but you haven't even touched yourself in the weeks since you left. Too overcome in your grief. So just that little movement is almost too much already.

Clearly a man on a mission, he begins to devour you, wasting no time thrusting his tongue inside as deep as he can. The thick muscle massaging your silken walls, giving them something to clamp on to. “ Fuck, Bucky. That feels so good.”

Your hands are anchored in his hair, pulling on his silken strands, just enjoying the ride on his tongue he is giving you. When he swirls his tongue, pulls it out and then moves it to lightly draw infinity symbols on your clit you lose it.

A kaleidoscope of stars detonates behind your eyes as the orgasm slams into you. Gripping onto his locks tighter as you writhe beneath him, back arching off the mattress before you go boneless.

Coming back to your senses, you blink open your eyes and peer down at Bucky. His chin is glistening wet. A proud smile gracing his handsome face. Adoration shining in his icy blues. “There she is.” He laughs. “Had me worried for a minute there babygirl. Thought I might have made ya pass out. Looks like it was just one hell of an orgasm.”

A sweet smile adorns your blissed out face as you caress his damp cheeks. “One hell of an orgasm indeed.”

He begins to crawl up the bed towards you, leaving a path of kisses in his wake. His massive thighs push your legs further apart as he gives his turgid length a couple of slow strokes. He teases the thick head of his member along your folds, coating himself in your essence.

You lock eyes with him as you whimper. “Please.”

He leans forward, interlocking his hands in yours, placing a toe curling kiss to your lips as he enters the warmth of your cunt. Splitting you open on his generous girth. Pulling his hips back and leaving you no time to adjust as he begins to grind his hips down on yours with every thrust.

Foreheads pressed together, completely lost in this carnal dance of love and devotion. The room fills with the sounds of your passion. A symphony of moans and groans, accompanied with the sound of slick flesh meeting slick flesh.

“Nothing has ever felt as good as your pussy squeezing me so tightly when you lose yourself to your pleasure. I need you to come for me baby. Come around my cock. I’m not going to last much longer and I need to feel you let go for me.” He groans out between brutal thrusts.

It’s like his words have a direct link to your clit and with another well placed swivel of his hips you feel yourself lose control as your orgasm takes over. A rainbow of colors flash behind your eyes and the world sounds as if you're underwater.

Everything comes back into focus just as Bucky is reaching his own climax. Burying himself deep inside you as he bites down on your shoulder and paints your womb white with rope after rope of his seed. Panting, he leaves a gentle kiss on the mark his teeth left behind. You run your fingers through his dark tresses and kiss his nose.

“Fuck I missed that.” He blurts out as he comes down from his own high.

“Agreed. Although, I must admit. It’s never felt quite as intense before. Feral yes. But that was something else altogether. I want more.” The confession slips from your lips.

“I’d give you the world babygirl. All you have to do is ask.” He places a soft kiss on your lips. “Let’s make some good use of that large walk in shower I can see from here and get dirty while we get clean. A round two is much needed. I haven't had my fill of you yet tonight.”

You giggle as he rolls over, slides off the bed and proceeds to scoop you up in his arms and into the ensuite. “You weren’t kidding about making up for lost time.”

“Darlin’, I’ll never get enough of you.”

You awaken slowly, sunlight slipping in through the blinds and a sweet soreness throughout your body. You open your eyes to the beautiful sight of a sleeping Adonis laid beside you, as peaceful as you’ve ever seen him. You take a moment to just watch his chest rise and fall with each breath until a vibration against the nightstand to his right catches your attention.

You reach across Bucky’s prone frame to grab his phone. It seems that Steve has been sending texts and leaving messages for Bucky throughout the night. Having felt you move, he rouses from his slumber and nuzzles into your neck. “Not that I’m complaining about having you draped over me like a blanket, but what has you moving around so much already? I thought I wore you out last night.”

Turning the device in your hand towards his slowly waking eyes you respond. “Your phone. Apparently Steve needs your attention.”

He takes his phone from your hand and goes through all the texts and two voicemails left for him. He responds with a picture of the two of you together in bed.

I'm right where I'm supposed to be Pal. Don’t know when or if I’ll be home though.

This is how you spend the next week. Lazy days full of fucking, comfort food, dancing, smoking and watching movies. Just enjoying your time together in a little bubble. Bucky taunting Steve with pictures and videos of how you're spending days together. At one point even you get in on the torment, texting him back pics of Bucky cooking shirtless, in the shower, having a smoke or cuddled up on your lap.

Looks like breakfast is served.

Cleanse the skin of its many sins.

He just can’t seem to quit

He won’t let me move

Bucky is much more of an ass about it though. Sending provocative pics of you and rubbing in how badly he fucked up.

I’ll never get enough of kissing the breath out of her

Best morning view

Gonna have to thank Tony for this secret little room in her apartment.

Having enough of his moping and random fits of anger targeted at whoever was closest, Natasha decides it’s time to take things into her own hands. With some help from her friends of course. Wanting to help move things along, the Starks call a meeting with Steve to be held at the tower in their personal conference room located in their penthouse. They need to figure out if it's even worth letting you back into his life.

Surprisingly Tony is more than okay with Bucky cohabitating in sin with you here in the tower. The smile is back on your face and your laughter is filling the halls once more. But Steve has a bigger battle to fight, having betrayed your trust and he wants to make sure that he understands that.

The man of the hour walks in with a calm step and an air of malice in his cerulean eyes. The bags beneath them tell the story of a man suffering for his choices. Tony has been there before. That time when Pepper came to her senses and left him high and dry when he refused to commit to her, unwilling to give up his playboy ways. That’s when he first used your services. He needed someone on his arm for events and he just couldn’t handle bringing a new person each time. It would only aid in making what Pepper said about him true.

It was you who listened to him make drunken confessions of his true feelings for his former lover. That he did want to commit but he was afraid that he wasn't cut out for monogamy. That’s when you told him all about your non monogamous status. “Monogamy is great for those who chose to live that way. But for me, I’m just not content with only one lover in my life. I am polyamorous as well though. But don’t be confused. Not every non-mono person is that way. Some only want to play with others and keep emotions out of it and that’s ok. I for one am happy with multiple play partners as well as multiple full fledged relationships. To each their own ya know.” You gave a little shrug.

“It seems to me that the only amorous relationship you want is with her. You just want the option to play when an opportunity presents itself. And I’m willing to bet that you want her included in those sessions as well.” You can’t help wiggling your brows.

“That’s the dream isn’t it. Ya know, I think you two would like each other. Too bad I chased her away. The trouble we could all get in together. Mmmm.” He bites his lip and continues drinking his whiskey.

“Who says you can't win her back? Give me your phone.” He hands it over, unaware that you were going to change his life for the better.

Snapping out of his memories and giving attention back to the room full of his friends and fellow gangsters, he locks eyes with Steve. “Hello Steven.” He smirks. “You’re looking well.”

“Cut the crap Tony. What did you drag me here for?” He bites out.

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa Cap. I brought you here for the benefit of your relationships but now I’m thinking I should have left it alone.” He runs his fingers over his goatee.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about that icy little boyfriend of yours and everyone's favorite escort. I’m sure you're more than aware of the love den they have been spending their time in. Licking their wounds and mending their heartbreak together.”

He quirks a brow. “Tony I don't have time for your bullshit. If you didn't bring me here for business then I’m gonna head out that door. I have better things that I could be doing with my time.”

“Like what? Taking out your anger at your colossal fuck up on your subordinates? Spending some more time between that Carter’s legs?” He declares with disdain.

With the quickness of a man half his size, Steve’s hand is wrapped around Tony’s throat. “You need to learn not to speak of things that don’t concern you.”

Pepper and Natasha rush forward. One afraid for her husband's safety, the other worried about the truce being broken due to her boss's emotional outburst. Men.

“Alright boys. Enough is enough. Steven, please let go of my husband. We really did bring you here to help you out. He’s just a little overprotective of her. We all are.” Pepper implores in her softest tone.

With Natasha’s help and a nudge from Sam he finally gives in and lets Tony’s neck go. “Thank you.”

He slumps back in his chair and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I know I fucked up. I let my allegiance to the Carter family blind me and allow my toxic ass ex to manipulate her way back into my life. In the process, regardless of my overly intoxicated state, I betrayed the love of my life, my best friend. As well as the only women who has ever truly understood our dynamic and accepted and loved us unconditionally. And I'm the idiot you didn't realize how madly in love with her I was until I watched her leave us that morning. Us. Not me, who deserved her wrath, but us. She couldn't bring herself to choose between us, even in her pain. I don’t fault Buck for leaving me to my misery to go after her.”

He scoffs. “They’ve been torturing me daily with pictures of their time spent together. I want that. I want back in their good graces but I have no idea how to fix what I broke or even if I can.”

Pepper places her hand on his shoulder. “Of course you can. I can’t speak for James, but I’ve never known her to not at least have an honest conversation. Start there, she’ll appreciate your honesty. Don’t complicate things. Lay all your cards on the table and let them lay down theirs. It’s that simple.”

“I’m willing to go that route. If I even knew where they were.” He sighs.

“Well, lucky for you Cap that Pep here never got rid of the little vixens apartment. And I have it on good authority that they ordered take out that will need to go through security before making it’s way up to them.” Rubbing his neck Tony says with a smirk.

“I’m gonna need you to intercept that order for me.”

You're cuddled up all cozy in Bucky’s lap, watching Bride Of Chucky, when the doorbell goes off.

“Must be the food. I’ll grab it, no need to pause. You know I have this memorized.” You lay a quick kiss on his cheek and make your way to the door.

Grabbing your wallet from the hall table you open the door and let out a gasp. Standing there with your take out in his hand and puppy dog eyes is none other than Steven Grant Rogers.

You have no idea how long you stand there, just staring at him.

“Hey babe, what’s taking so long? Can’t find your wallet again?” Bucky comes up behind and stops in his tracks when his eyes land on Steve. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Bucky.” You admonish.

“No, no, it’s okay. I get it.” He lets out a deep sigh. “I just wanted to talk to both of you. Tony and Pep helped me get up here. Please. I just want to talk. If you don't like what I have to say you can kick me out and I’ll never bother you again. That goes for you too Buck.”

You and Bucky share a look, before you open the door further and step aside. “Come on in, Steve.”

You head back to the living room, and have Steve place the food on the coffee table as you pause the movie and take a seat on the sofa next to Bucky.

Instead of sitting on the loveseat to the left of you, Steve lowers himself to his knees before you. “First and foremost, I’m sorry. I’m not even going to try and make excuses for it. Drunk or not, it shouldn't have happened. And I definitely shouldn’t have yelled at you when I was only angry at myself.”

He reaches for your hands, which you let him take. “You had every right to leave me. I’m an idiot. I love you and I let you slip away.” He turns to Bucky. “I’m sorry I even entertained her baby. I know how she makes you feel. Again, I’m an idiot.”

“Not gonna argue with you on that one.” Bucky says as he leans back against the couch.

“I can’t promise that I won’t fuck up again in some way. I am stubborn after all. But what I can promise is that I’ll try. I’ll give you both my all and do what is necessary to win your trust back. Just give me a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”

You look at Bucky. “Do you believe him? Do you believe he’s remorseful and truly ready to make amends?”

“Seeing as how I’ve only ever seen him on his knees when he’s servicing me and I placed him there. I’m gonna have to go with yes I think he means it. The decision is up to you though, Doll. From here on out. I go where you go.” He places a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you for laying this all on my shoulders Buck.” You turn back to Steve and place a hand upon his face. He nuzzles into it. “I’m willing to give you a chance. But just the one. You’re going to have to really work to earn our trust back and we won't take it easy on you. You’re going to need to woo us all over again.”

“Challenge accepted.” He quickly agrees.

“How about a kiss to seal the deal?” You suggest.

He leans in. “With pleasure, Doll.” He wraps his hand in your hair and proceeds to get you drunk off his love.

#poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #mafia au #avengers au #stucky x reader #stucky smut

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sarahrogersevans · 8 months

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Bucky and his gf, reader are walking to a park and finds a little kitten alone with no mother around. they decided to keep it and raise it like their own kid. They name the cat alpine!

Wishes Really Can Come True- Bucky Barnes GF!xreader fan fic request

Summary: Y/N and Bucky were taking a walk one night and they find a kitten outside alone and they adopt it and name it Alpine

Warnings: none just a lot of cute comfort fluff, excitement, bit of angst about being a pet parent

~Y/N’s POV~

Bucky and I just had a really nice night out in town having dinner together at a really restaurant and after having a few really long hard weeks on missions we wanted to go do something fun. After dinner Bucky and I decided to go for a walk and we were heading to a park and on the way I looked up at the sky and saw how clear it was and I could see so many stars and I loved looking at the stars. Bucky had us sit on a nearby bench for a moment and he put his arm around me and pointed to some stars and said “here doll see that shape of stars right there? That’s the Big Dipper right there.” I loved how Bucky knew his constellations and I smiled at him as he pointed them out and then after a bit we continued our walk to the park we wanted to go to but then just before we got to the park I heard a small sound like a cat meowed. “Hey babe did you hear that Bucky?”

Bucky looked around and then we both heard it again and Bucky walked around and said “aww hey little one come here you it’s ok.. are you out here alone? Poor baby, hey Y/N I found a kitten over here.” I walked over to where Bucky was and he was holding the kitten in his arms and I smiled as Bucky looked so sweet with the kitten. “Is he or she alone out here babe?” He nodded his head and said “yea I couldn’t see any other cats around poor thing I’d hate to leave the little one here..” I petted the kitten and I smiled at it and I watched it rub against my hand and the kitten looked so happy and I knew we had to bring it home with us and we had actually been talking about having a pet at somepoint.

“Hey Bucky why don’t we take the little one home? I can tell he or she likes us, we were wanting a pet weren’t we?” He smiled and kissed my forehead gently bringing me closer to him as we held the kitten together and Bucky said “darling you are amazing this is why I love you, you have a good heart.” I looked at the little kitten and wondered what name to give and I looked at Bucky and said “babe what do you think we should name this baby it should be a cute name.”

Bucky smiled and looked at the kitten and said “hmm how about Alpine?” The kitten meowed softly and brushed up against him and I chuckled softly with a smile and said “Alpine, do you like that girl hmm?” She purred as I pet her and I nodded my head and we took Alpine home with us and on the way we stopped at a pet store to get some cat food and a bed and a small toy and when we got home we set up everything for Alpine though I could tell she was already attached to Bucky the way she would cuddle with him.

~Bucky’s POV~

I gave Alpine some food and water and watched her eat and I felt sad that she was probably starving outside poor thing but now that she was here with us I could tell she was a lot happier. Y/N came in the room to sit with me and she snuggled close to me laying her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her and we just both watched Alpine and we were both so happy to be parents of a kitten we loved Alpine so much already like she was our own child, it’s like wishes really can come true.

Y/N smiled and said “remember in the morning we’ll go get Alpine checked out and get papers to adopt her and get her a collar I wanna make sure she’s ok.” I nodded my head and kissed Y/N softly and I said “don’t worry babe we’ll make sure Alpine is taken care of she’s in good hands with us aren’t ya Alpine?” She cozied up next to me and I pet her as we all relaxed on the couch together and in this moment we were so happy it’s like nothing else mattered except our family. “I love you and Alpine so much Y/N.” I said softly and I kissed Y/N gently and I held her close as we cuddled with Alpine letting her rest and Y/N laid on my chest and said “I love you both too my love.” She fell asleep on me and I could tell she was nervous about being a parent now so I stroked her hair softly and helped her relax as I drifted to a peaceful sleep as well.

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world-of-aus · 2 years

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Pairing: pornstar!bucky x pornstar!reader

Warnings: smut 18+ Minors DNI (cockwarming, pet names, alludes to smut)

A/n: surprise surprise I have fallen behind, but anyway here's day 2! Worry not I will continue to get these pieces out but for how long they may be, well I just can't say! I've gotten a promotion and it's taking up most of my time, but I still itch to get these pieces I've written out so hopefully you'll still enjoy 💋

He’s got one hand on your thigh, the other curled around the bunched-up fabric of your black silk dress. He’s asked you to be his eyes, but you’re not sure your fit for the job when they threaten to roll back everytime he pulses inside of you to let you know he’s there’s, to remind you what the two of you are doing in the darkened night club.

“Keep them open for me baby,” he murmurs against the skin behind your ear, “gotta let me know when someone’s coming this way.” You lean into the wet press of his lips, “Bucky, baby they’re gonna know if they come over here, please let’s just go.”

He answers you with a quiet “mm mmm, quite comfortable where I am actually, got you sat all nice in my lap – stuffed full of my cock.”

Your lips part on a choked noise as he shifts in the leather seat, the movement sheathing him further inside of you. A quick little thrust that has your head reeling. “C’mon baby stay strong,” he chuckles as he leans his head against yours, keeping yours from resting back and really giving way to the others what the two of you are doing, “we barely just got here, besides weren’t ’t you the one that said we should come out and mingle with the others?”

You regretted those words the second Buck offered you his lap as a place for you to sit. “Buck please,” you whine hoping that if you begged enough the brunette may give In and put you out of your misery. He could take you in this very seat, the restroom, or even the grimy alley as long as he was fucking you.

“C’mon baby,” he all but purrs in your ear the sound threatening to break your composure, “do it for me, be my perfect little cockslut and keep me ready for you, promise ill give it to you real good when we get home.”

His fingers find your chin when you begin to whine, you poor needy little thing, cock warming never seemed to be enough for you anymore. Getting to feel him inside of you wasn’t enough anymore; even when he was filling you, you still felt empty.

“Buck please,” you beg pressing your head into his, “take me home baby.” He chuckles low pressing a wet kiss to the side of your head, “you had the opportunity to stay home,” he murmurs with another kiss to your head, “but you’re so worried about what stark may think of our absence,” he tsks.

He shifts beneath you again drawing another low whine from you, “hush now baby, Steve and Sam are making there way over.”

Your eyes flick up to see Steve and Sam’s eyes already on yours, a smirk kissing each of there lips. They knew.

“You alright there y/n,” Sam is the first to question, “yeah you’re looking a little stiff,” Steve adds with a snicker. You remain cool even as they take a seat beside you and Bucky, Buckys arms going around your middle as he adjusts you on his lap.

Your unsure how you pull it off, how you manage to bite back the moan that threatened to spill past your lips at the movement. He settles then, and you think you may be able to make it through the night even with the sudden quick pulses you feel of him still showing you he’s there.

You even let yourself believe for a moment after the four of you get lost in conversation that you were simply imagining your friends being aware of what the two of you are doing.

It isn’t till Steve is leaning in close, that you realize just how mistaken you are, “you look like you’re ready for a ride sweetheart.” When your eyes find his, it’s all Peary whites and gleaming eyes, the knot in your throat suddenly becomes harder to swallow, “she’s been ready to ride since we got here,” Bucky chimes in.

A low whistle sounds from your other side, warmth floods your cheeks as you look down at the drink in your hands, “oh come on now,” Sam teases, “don’t go all shy on us now, take him for a ride, show us what you’re working with.”

Bucky chuckles leaning forward to press a wet kiss to your cheek, “sorry Boys but this ride isn’t for the public eye, ain’t that right sweetheart?”

You’re nodding your head not trusting yourself to speak, “you ready to get out of here?”

You were more than ready but that fact didn’t stop you from asking if he’d take you in the restroom before the two of you made your way out.

“whatever you want baby, whatever you want.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes au #marvel au

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ladyvillainous · 2 years

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Steve Rogers – Modern Woman

AU fic where all the avengers live and work together including a rehabilited Bucky Barnes and my character Mel.

Description

Steve can’t help but be drawn to Mel but she’s a thoroughly modern woman of the age complete with tattoo’s wild hair and piercings but what would she want with an old school gentleman like himself

Warnings

Mostly just funny and fluffy with NSFW Smut towards the end

This is out of character even for my version of Steve but I liked the idea so I just rolled with it, don’t take it too seriously.

Word Count: 4978

“Wow! Your hair looks amazing Mel” Wanda enthused, walking around her in a circle to view it from all angles.

“Thanks Wanda, you don’t think it’s too bright?” Mel asked, self-consciously smoothing her hand over her Bubble gum Pink hair.

“Well you could go brighter, but they can probably already see you from space, so where’s the need” Tony Smirked, his eyes not leaving the screen of his phone, propped up against the jug of orange juice on the breakfast table.

Natasha smacked him upside the head as she left the table to fetch more coffee “Ouch” he muttered cringing away from the former assassin, gaze still trained on his phone.

She smirked down at him as he flinched “Baby”

Turning her attention back to Mel she ducked left and right, viewing her new haircut and colour from all angles “I like it, especially the shaved bit on the side, very edgy”

Bucky walked into the kitchen making a beeline for the coffee machine as usual, only pulling up short when he caught sight of the ladies clustered around it “Woah Mel that’s… er… different”

Mel laughed, rolling her eyes as he walked towards her “Yeah because normally I’m so conservative”

Bucky threw his metal arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his muscular chest, grinning from ear to ear “Can’t wait to see Steve’s reaction”

Natasha laughed “Poor Stevie, even a lip piercing is too much for him let alone…” she looked at Mel sideways “Well…” she gestured to Mel shrugging.

Mel laughed, Steve struggled to hide his horror whenever she arrived back at the tower fresh from the tattoo parlour. Her largest tattoo being a full Avengers themed sleeve on her left arm. She had that done years before she interviewed for Tony as the team techy, he’d just laughed when he saw it and hired her on the spot, so it had come in handy.

Working with the Avengers was a dream come true, she spent most days working with Tony and Bruce in the labs coming up with new gadgets to keep the team safe. More importantly, she kept them under control ensuring they didn’t attempt to build anymore superbots. Vision had turned out great in the end but Ultron went badly wrong. It had taken a long time for the team to truly feel comfortable with Bruce and Tony being back in a lab together.

Very occasionally Mel would be required for surveillance missions, usually where high levels of tech were involved, but they were minor league dangerous. Mel liked to joke that she was like the teams conscience, the little voice in their ears. Natasha on the other hand referred to her as the devil on her shoulder, as she was prone to making sarcastic comments over the comms. Which on more than one occasion had reduced Sam or Bucky to fits of giggles nearly blowing their covers.

Steve had chewed her out several times for it but she could tell he really wanted to laugh, his beautiful mouth twitching up at the sides as he shouted. She loved to watch him talk, didn’t matter what he was saying it was an excuse to watch the way his mouth moved, as she imagined him putting that mouth to better use.

At least twice Bucky had caught her staring at him during briefings, having to kick her under the table to snap her out of her stupor. It was painfully obvious to everyone she had a massive crush on the Captain. To hide it would be a near impossible task, so instead she played on it, flirting with and teasing Steve until he blushed beet red was a daily challenge for her.

Mel knew nothing was ever going to happen there, Steve didn’t think of her that way. She was way to “Modern a Dame” as he’d called her once. Whereas he was an old school gentleman, something that she found a major turn on unfortunately.

“Oh god! You didn’t get a lip piercing this time did you?..” Steve started, overhearing their conversation as he entered the kitchen. Catching sight of them grouped by the counter he came to a complete dead stop, eyes wide staring at Mel.

Bucky smirked at his best friend, releasing Mel to move to the table for breakfast.

Mel winked at Natasha, before turning to fully face the super soldier, she’d been looking forward to teasing him all morning.

“So big boy, what do you think?” Mel smiled provocatively, tipping the Captain a wink.

Steve stood rooted to the spot, mouth gaping, the only giveaway he’d even heard her was the pink tint spreading along his cheekbones.

Mel slinked towards the frozen super soldier, swaying her hips slowly, noting the way his gaze dropped fractionally as she sauntered closer. Throwing a glance over her shoulder she grinned at the sight of her best friends, shaking silently, desperately trying and failing to keep a straight face.

She turned her full attention back to the Captain, like a predator stalking its prey, doing a little twirl for him fluffing up her long, soft pink hair “So? What do you think?”

Steve gulped as she gazed seductively up at him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Looks… Looks lovely Mel” he stammered, completely red in the face. He quickly side stepped the tech, moving to join Bucky at the table.

Looking round Mel caught Tony staring at her, finally looking up from his phone an amused look playing across his face as he tried not to laugh “You shouldn’t wind the old man up you’ll give him a heart attack one day”

Mel shrugged “One day, he might surprise us all and give as good as he gets” grinning to the room at large she skipping gleefully from the room “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the lab” she called over her shoulder.

Tony turned back to look at Steve fixing him with an infuriatingly superior look “Cap are you ever going to do anything about the raging boner you have for that woman?”

The reaction around the table at his words was immediate. Sam and Bucky looked at each other then back to Steve bursting out laughing at his shocked expression. Wanda and Natasha leaned on the kitchen counter watching the super soldier curiously, while Bruce gaped at the billionaire shocked at how baldly he’d put it.

Steve sighed, leaning back in his chair “I’m not her type Tony, you know that”

“That’s an excuse and you know it Cap” Tony declared getting to his feet, crossing the room to drop his plate and cup in the dishwasher.

“How do you know what her type is anyway Steve?” Natasha enquired, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“Well come on, she’s… she’s so modern and I’m so… so… old fashioned” Steve cried, throwing his hands up in the air.

“That’s just appearance Steve, deep down every woman wants a bit of good old fashioned loving” Wanda smirked.

Steve looked up at the women leaning on the counter, suddenly very aware they knew Mel better than anyone on the team.

“Are you guessing or do you know that for a fact in this case?” He asked carefully.

Natasha snorted “We know Steve, Jesus you’re so oblivious, Mel is held over heels for you everyone knows it, now would you please do something about it” she said, with a roll of her eyes.

“Seriously?” he asked incredulous.

Bucky’s hand landed heavily on his friends shoulder “Seriously punk, we can all see the way you look at each other”

Steve looked to Sam for confirmation, who nodded “Seriously!”

He looked to the table for a moment thinking hard, then back to Natasha and Wanda “Ok so if I’m gonna do this I’ll need your help”

Wanda whooped punching her fist in the air as Natasha grinned deviously at the super solider “Bring it on Stevie”

***

“You want to do what?” Wanda shrieked between her fingers, her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror

Natasha leaned back against the door to Steve’s room regarding the soldier with interest.

“You know she likes you just the way, you are you don’t need to go to all this trouble...” she queried an amused smile tugging at her lips.

Steve grinned “Maybe it’s time to prove that I can give as good as I get”

Wanda squeaked, dropping her hands from her face finally “Well that will do it alright… but it’s awful extreme”

Running a hand through his blonde hair, ruffling it up in that sexy way that made all the girls swoon, not that he noticed, Steve sighed.

“Sometimes you have to go to extremes for love”

The two women exchanged raised eyebrows before bursting into hysterics.

“Dramatic much” Natasha smirked from the doorway.

Wanda laughed “Well I still think you’re crazy… but I’ll grab my purse, we have some shopping to do”

Wanda and Natasha left Steve’s room “See you downstairs in 5” still chuckling to themselves.

3 hours later they were back in Steve’s room his purchases spread across the bed.

Wanda, who was now finally on board once the shopping began, was gleefully bouncing around looking at their purchases and trying to decide where to begin.

“Bathroom now” Natasha ordered crooking her finger at the super solider indicating he should follow. Steve’s last thought before they got to work was “What had he gotten himself into!”

Mel wandered into the kitchen, following the gorgeous smell wafting down the hall that had enticed her, Bruce and even Tony to leave the lab.

“Oh my god! Wanda’s cooking” Mel squealed excitedly, Wanda’s cooking was second to none.

Wanda looked up from the pot smiling “It’s almost done, why don’t you set the table”

Bruce and Mel grabbed handfuls of cutlery and plates, while Tony sorted the drinks out. One by one the rest of the team appeared at the doorway having allowed the smell of Wanda’s cooking to distract them from whatever task they’d been doing at the time.

Bucky and Sam had clearly been in the gym as they arrived dressed in their sweats with wet hair, Vision drifted though the wall from the library right behind Bruce making him scream and drop a plate. They all laughed at him teasing him about turning green which just earned them a death glare from the scientist.

Mel busied herself helping Wanda dish up, handing out the plates of food to those already sat at the table. Completely preoccupied with trying not to drop 3 plates at once, she didn’t witness the new arrivals enter the kitchen behind her.

Tony who was already tucking into his food not waiting for anyone as usual froze, eyes wide his fork suspended halfway between his open mouth and the plate.

Bucky abruptly began to choke on the glass of water he was drinking, eyes watering trying to prevent it from rushing out his nose. Sam absentmindedly pounded him on the back, not one for missing an opportunity to hit the super soldier, while shooting amused glances to the doorway. Bruce like Mel had his back to the door, they looked up at the sounds of Bucky choking then at each other confused. Bruce swivelled to look over his shoulder, following Tony’s shocked gaze “What did you do?” he breathed horrified.

Mel turned to see Natasha in the doorway grinning widely at her and then turned her gaze to the man next to her, her uncomprehending eyes not recognising him for a second “Steve?” she gasped her mouth falling open in shock.

She barely recognised him and not in a good way. Gone was his beautiful blonde hair replaced with a bright vivid red, styled slightly spikey, pulled down and swept across his forehead. Admittedly she liked the style but the colour did nothing for him.

Eyes sliding down over his grinning face she realised he was uncharacteristically dressed all in black and much more casually that she was used to. His hoodie was emblazoned with the Avengers logo and his baggy combat trousers were slung low on his hips, a metal chain hanging between his back pocket and belt. As she stared, he pushed his right sleeve up his arm, a collective gasp of horror rippled around the room as he revealed a full tribal tattoo sleeve.

Mel squeaked appalled hiding her face in her hands not wanting to see, but then immediately parting her fingers to peak through unable to look away, what had he done to his beautiful body.

“Well…” began Sam “Well Steve, I never thought anyone would be able to top Mel’s flamingo pink hair, but here I am proved wrong”

“What on earth were you thinking?” Tony demanded torn between the desire to snap a picture or slap some sense into the man.

“Mel said she wanted to see me give as good as a got one day, so here I am giving it everything I got” Steve responded waving his tattooed arm towards Mel.

Mesmerised Mel watched his arm wave through the air before she registered his words “Oh no! Don’t you blame this on me, I wanted you to fight back a little as in tease me not… not… well this” She cried gesturing to all of him.

“I think he looks sexy like this don’t you agree Wanda?” Natasha called across to the witch who quickly ducked behind the counter on the pretence of having dropped something to hide her laughing face.

“Absolutely” she called from the floor.

Mel glared at the red head “You helped him do this, didn’t you? Jesus Nat, why didn’t you talk him out of it?”

“I don’t understand Doll, don’t you like my new look?” Steve affected a hurt look but couldn’t stop his lips from twitching up into a smile.

“No, I…” Mel started, realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks “You’re winding me up aren’t you?”

Steve, Wanda and Natasha burst into hysterics “You should see your faces right now! Natasha gasped, through the tears running down her face.

The entire table huffed out a deep breath, collectively releasing the breath they hadn’t realised they were holding.

“I dunno, I kinda like it” smirked Bucky “You’ve finally joined this century Stevie”

Mel spun to shout at the super soldier “He should be dressing like a grown up not like some gothic emo teenager!”

Bruce looked at Mel thoughtfully “It’s not all that different to how you dress Mel” he said quietly.

Mel snapped her gaze down to the man next to her “You what? I don’t… I mean… oh god you’re right” She stared down at her own all black outfit, thoughtfully touching her pink hair.

“Wanda” Mel shouted suddenly making everyone jump “Tomorrow we’re going shopping, Nat I’ll need you too”

“Yay more shopping” Wanda clapped her hands together gleefully.

“Finally!” Natasha breathed out triumphantly, a smirk plastered across her face.

Turning back to Steve Mel marched across the room into she was right in front of him “Right Mr you’re coming with me, I refuse to look at you like this for a second longer, we’ve got to sort this”

Steve laughed staring down at her “But what about dinner?”

“Shoulda thought about that before pulling this little stunt” she grimaced at his red hair again.

Rushing out the door, she grabbed him by the sleeve of his hoodie, dragging him with her

“Save us some food would ya” he shouted to Wanda as he was unceremoniously hauled from the room.

“Where are we going Doll?” Steve asked chuckling as she shoved him into the Elevator and hit the button for Steve’s floor with her fist.

“Your room, to get all of… well that off you” Mel shook her head “For the love of god tell me that none of it’s permanent”

Steve Chuckled “The hair dye is wash in wash out, though Nat has warned me my hair may be a little orange for a while, the tattoo… Well look…”

Mel looked down to the arm he was holding out, with his other hand he reached up under the sleeve of his hoodie and pulled the fake tattoo sleeve down, over his wrist revealing his unblemished and perfect skin.

She sighed in relief as it came off “Oh thank goodness”

“What’s the matter Doll? Didn’t you think it suited me?”

Mel rolled her eyes “Don’t get me wrong Steve, seeing you with a tattoo was actually kinda hot but I wouldn’t have wanted you to mark your gorgeous body permanently to prove a point” she threw at him before thinking it through belatedly and realising what she’d said.

Silence followed her admission the tension in the room suddenly skyrocketing “Gorgeous huh?” Steve asked softly, raising a hand to Mel’s chin and lifting, forcing her chocolate brown eyes up to his sky blue’s.

Seeking to diffuse the sudden tension Mel laughed nervously, shrugging she stepped backwards to the elevator wall “Oh come on Steve you know you are”

He continued to stare down at her thoughtfully, a slight smile on his lips, leaning over towards the panel of buttons he brought his palm down square on the emergency stop button causing the elevator to slam to a sudden stop.

Mel squeaked in surprise, flattening herself back against the wall as Steve bore down on her, placing a hand on the wall either side of her shoulders.

Once the lift had shuddered to a complete stop, Steve wrapped his arms around her, gathering her close, he swooped down to capture her lips with his own.

Tangled a hair into her hair, he kissed her with a passion that Mel didn’t know he possessed. Raising her own hands, she fisted them into his hoodie pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as she opened her mouth allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth to tangle with her own. Mel groaned as his other hand found its way to her backside, gripping her tight and pulling her flush against him, pushing a muscular thigh between hers, pinning her to the wall.

“Captain Rogers you have activated the emergency stop on the elevator do you require assistance?” FRIDAY called into the elevator.

Pulling back Steve shouted at the ceiling “No thanks FRIDAY, we’re fine” Mel grinned at him, pulling him back down to her, she tangled her hand in his vivid hair, crashing her lips back on his.

“Err Cap?” The sound of Tony’s voice filled the small space “You know there are cameras in there right?”

“Best turn them off then Tony, otherwise you’re going to get quite the show” Mel called out, tearing her lips from Steve’s momentarily, Steve grinned impishly in response to her words.

“Oh no, get out at the next floor or I will come up there and make you” Tony shouted as the elevator started moving again.

Mel sighed mumbling under her breath “Party pooper”

Steve placed a kiss on the tip of her nose and released her, stepping back till he reached the other side of the confined space, his arousal evident even through his baggy trousers.

The door pinged and slid open “Well we really should get that stuff out of your hair and you out of those clothes anyway” Mel said as they left the elevator.

“I rather thought we’d started on the latter already” Steve said laughing as he followed her down the hall.

Stopping outside his door Mel looked at him thoughtfully “Was that the point of all this?” Pulling on the chain on his trousers.

“Well yes and no” Steve confirmed unlocking his room and ushering her inside.

“No, the point wasn’t to make you want to rip my clothes off exactly… but it was supposed to… I dunno make you see me like the type of guy you would usually go for”

“You’re an idiot” Mel huffed heading for the bathroom briefly pausing at the confused look on his face.

“What makes you think I like guys dressed like this? When have you ever seen me with one? When have you ever seen me with a guy for that matter? For all you knew I was a lesbian”

“Nat never gave me any indication that I was the wrong gender” he chuckled.

Mel laughed “Oh Nat said did she, using my friends against me I see… how did that work out for you?”

Steve shrugged “You’re here aren’t you… though I confess it didn’t go as I’d expected”

Mel walked back over to him, hands settling on his hips just under the hem on his hoodie “Know why?”

Steve inhaled sharply as he felt her hands drift higher, edging under his clothes, fingertips gently skimming over his sides “No please do enlighten me”

“It’s because I don’t have a type” she said sliding her hands higher, bringing his hoodie with her hands, forcing it up over his head and flinging it into a corner.

Bringing her hands back to Steve’s chest she began to trace lazy circles on his bare skin “Well actually that’s not strictly true, I do have a type but it’s very specific”

Steve brought his hand up to cup her cheek using his other hands to gently lift her chin, so she was looking into his eyes “What is it?”

Mel smiled “You” she stated simply.

A lazy grin spread across the super soldier's face at her words, stooping to kiss her once more he was brought up short when she ducked out of his hold and stepped into his bathroom.

Straightening up the smile sliding from his face to be replaced with a confused frown, he watched Mel spin in the doorway to face him. With an exaggerated and flirtatious wink she crossed her arms in front of her, gripped the hem of her black T-shirt and pulled it over her head, depositing it on the floor next to her and placed her hands on her hips in challenge.

Steve inhaled sharply taking in the sheer Navy lace bralet that had been hidden under her plain clothes. Stepping towards her he reached out and pulled her to him, one large hand placed on her lower back the other resting on the smooth skin over the ribcage.

"I don't remember you showing me this tattoo before" Steve murmured his mouth curved into a smirk as his gaze fell to the picture of his shield peeking out from underneath the Navy lace, adorning the tender skin above her left breast.

A slow smile spread across Mel's face "Maybe I was hoping you'd find it someday"

Steve chuckled "I'm wondering what else you haven't shown me now"

Stepping back out of his arms once more Mel grinned impishly at him "Oh baby you haven't seen anything yet"

Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her skirt she pushed the garment over her hips towards the floor straightening up as the material hit the floor.

Steve surveyed the goddess in front of him, taking in the Captain America themed lacy French knickers she wore with only a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

"I didn't know they made Captain America underwear" was his response along with a disbelieving smile.

Mel shrugged "They don't" turning she reached into the shower to switch on the water leaving it to warm up "I had these made special, just for you"

"Lucky you were wearing them today then" Steve responded.

Mel nodded "Definitely my lucky day"

Reaching for his belt buckle she undid the clasp and pushed the baggy pants from his hips with a look of disgust "Never let me catch you wearing these again"

Chuckled Steve shook his head "No Mam"

"Now did you want me to help get that dye out of your hair or can you manage by yourself" Mel asked with a lilt to her voice, as she pulled one bra strap down her arm, pausing to wait for his reaction.

Eyes wide as he realised she intended to join him in the shower, Steve felt his mouth go dry "I definitely need help"

Mel dropped her gaze the evident bulge in his tight black boxers "So I see" she murmured provocatively.

Stepping back into his embrace she placed her palm to front of his boxers, squeezing him gently through the material "And what will you give me in return?" she whispered eyes boring into his.

Steve groaned at the touch of her hand, hauling her into his arms and crashing his lips to hers.

Invading her mouth with his tongue, he marvelled at the sweet taste of her, hands roaming her soft skin, pressing her ever tighter against him.

Mel responded in kind, running her hands over his muscles, cupping his face and sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Flipping open the clasp holding her bralet closed Steve pulled back briefly to allow her to remove it. Gripping her pert backside, he lifted her onto the sink the shower now forgotten, slipping between her parted thighs to drop his mouth to the exposed flesh. Mel arched into his touch her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he engulfed her nipple, fingers expertly pinching at the other.

Mewling in pleasure she hooked her legs over his hips pulling him closer to grind her overheated core against his arousal. Steve could feel how damp she was through 2 layers of material, the knowledge drove him wild.

"Careful Doll or I might just have to take you right here, right now" he hissed against her flesh.

Mel chuckled grinding against him once more with a low moan "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep Captain"

Peering up at her Steve considered briefly if she was seriously challenging him or joking. Grinning at his confusion Mel raised an eyebrow "I thought you were giving as good as you got today?"

Grinning in response Steve stepped back from her, pulled her from her perch atop the sink and spun her, trapping her between the sink and his muscular body. Eyes boring into hers through the mirror he placed a gentle kiss to her shoulder hands trailing down her sides, leaving fire in their wake "You may regret saying that Doll"

Mel pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, noting how his cock twitched against her ass with the movement "Make me" She defied with a smirk.

Hooking his thumbs into her panties Steve pulled them down her long legs, allowing her to kick them away as he dealt with his boxers the last remaining barrier between them.

Using his foot he pushed her legs further apart and backwards causing her to automatically bend over the sink, eyes wide and wild at the thought of what was about to happen.

"Don't keep me waiting Captain" she hissed out in anticipation and desperation, she'd waited for this so long.

Cock in hand Steve stroked her folds with his tip groaning loudly on finding her wet and ready for him "Hold on then Doll"

Guiding himself into her entrance he slid into her fully, both crying out in exaggerated sexual agony at the feeling.

Mel arched her back revelling in the feeling of being filled by him, it almost being enough to push her over the edge before they'd even started. Holding himself steady Steve attempted to gather his wits, but one look at the wild, wanton expression on Mel's face reflected in the mirror and he fell apart.

Pulling himself from her body he pushed himself back inside forcefully, extracting a long feral moan from somewhere deep inside Mel.

Spurred on by the noises she was making and the way she was looking at him in the mirror Steve buried himself in her over and over, harder and faster with every thrust. Surprised not only that Mel wanted it that way, but that she was encouraging him to use her so completely, actively basking in the bruising brutal pace he was inflicting on her body.

Mel could feel her body building to fever pitch quicker than she wanted, but the sexual tension had been ready to snap for some time, neither of them was going to be able to hang on much longer.

"Right there baby, that's it harder" she cooed, as he found just the right spot that made her toes curl.

Gritting his teeth Steve slammed into her so hard they both heard the sink crunch in protest, but niether could even contemplate stopping at this point.

With 3 more ferocious thrusts Mel came apart at the seams, screaming out her release her walls spasming around his cock so hard it trigged his own orgasm. Hips stuttering, fingers gripping her hips hard enough to bruise Steve emptied himself into her, shouting out her name in pure ecstasy.

Mel sagged boneless over the sink, her forehead pressed against the cool glass of the mirror, breath fogging the surface as she panted, attempting to normalise her breathing.

Possessed of super soldier stamina Steve recovered quicker, pulling himself from her exhausted body she whimpered quietly at the loss her legs wobbling and threatening to give.

Reaching first into the long abandoned shower to turn off the now cold water Steve returned to scoop her up into his arms bridal style. Carrying her back to his bedroom and laying her carefully on his bed, sliding in next to her to pull her back into his arms unable to keep himself from touching her.

With a sigh Mel drapped her arm over his chest, snuggling into shoulder as his arm snaked around her back.

"Well" she huffed out finally with a tired chuckle "I'm not entirely sure you're that much of an old-fashioned gentleman after all"

Steve grinned down at her upturned smiling face "I think I could get used to being a bit more modern"

#captain america #captain america smut #captain america fan fiction #captain america imagine #captain america fluff #stever rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers imagine #marvel #steve rogers fluff #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years

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Omg I LOVED that blurb that anon sent in about touch starved Bucky and safewording. Personally one of my favorite dynamics in fics is a “well it wasn’t that bad” sub that’s started dating a “if I breathe too hard on you, you can safeword” dom. It provides lots of communication and soft hurt/comfort scenarios.

I can just see sweet bb Bucky curling in on himself and going “I-I really shouldn’t have - it wasn’t a big deal - really Steve, I just” while Steve’s busy getting him snacks, soft pjs, blankets, and comfort shows. No way is a sub in his care, much less his sub, going to think you can’t safeword. You can always safeword.

- softie 💞 anon who loves touch starved Bucky way too much

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Oh, good!

Haha I've never heard of a dom being described that way - if I breath on you too hard, you can safeword - but it really paints a picture! I like that lmao. And that sub, poor baby, thinking that because it wasn't the worst it was fine! To take a quick tangent-

Hearing the way d/s types describe their philosophy around safewords is fascinating to me, in the worst way occasionally; I've seen dom's online brag about scenes that ended only when the sub had to use their safeword to get them to stop, thinking it makes them a better dom.

Which, spoiler, it does no such thing.

That shouldn't be how a scene ends, because the the sub is unable to enjoy what the dom is doing or even is uncomfortable with it or the dom has gone outside of their limits or whatever. Leading into whatever type of aftercare the d/s each need after that safeword. No. The point of a safeword (outside of maybe a pre-negotiated scene where the point is to go to the safeword but even that is uncommon) is to be used when something is too far. You've gone too far if your sub safewords, and so long as you stop when you hear the safeword, it's okay. Things will heal if you work through it. But yeah, anyway, enough ranting lol. Back to your ask!

Yes, yes, yes, many soft moment would arrise out of that pairing!

All of the stern but still very soft heart-to-heart conversations between Bucky and Steve would 100% happen. Steve taking Bucky's hand and squeezing gently, telling him that if he even thinks about safewording, even just in passing, he should. He can. Never be afraid to ask for what you need.

Bucky and Steve also probably started with a single safeword, basic, just because that's what Bucky brought up the first time and because they haven't done anything varsity-level yet so, in theory, they shouldn't need super complex safewords... but eventually, given Bucky's hesitancy to use his safeword unless he feels like he 1000% has to use it, they pivot with the issue a little, trying out the traffic light system. Green. Yellow. Red. And then a final, full-stop word on top of that. Layers of safety. To catch Bucky's fall, or rather, to remedy part of Bucky's fear of falling.

They'd still continue with those talks though, as well as getting Bucky to use his colors more. And slowly he becomes better at letting his emotions show through his safeword usage (or lack thereof because this Steve is a very experienced dom and there aren't a ton of opportunities where he goes too far, usually it's something in Bucky's head that freaks him out that leads him to wanting to safeword. Which is totally normal and okay too! It doesn't have to be a physical thing).

Thank you for sending this in, 💞 baby, the thoughts are very good <3

#asks #💞 anon #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #fluff #hurt/comfort #safewords

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zizidowntherabbithole · 3 months

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My Sweetness

"I don't want a goddamn dominant!" Bucky practically screams at his social worker. "No! I refuse! You can't- you- you can't force me!" He's terrified of doms! His Mami had a dom once. Not his Papa, his Papa died when he was a baby. In Afghanistan. His Mami had an assigned dominant later on, he was eight or nine. He hurt his Mami. Abused her. He didn't just keep her settled- no! He used her for stress relief. The dom/sub system is bullshit. If you're orphaned at 16 or older, you don't get a foster family till you're 18. You get a dom, which you're going to have permanently. So long as your dom doesn't decide they've had enough.

Bucky's social worker covers his mouth and pins him to his chair. The poor boy thinks he's going to be strangled until he just gets pet. His hair is stroked back, away from his forehead. "Sh, I need you to calm the fuck down."

Bucky hiccups silently. He's released, just long enough for his social worker, Ms May, to leave the room and let his assigned dom in. It's a man, older than Bucky but not old. He has olive skin, tattoos, fluffy black hair, and kind brown eyes. Bucky studies his tattoos, there's clearly a lot more than what he has showing. He can see them peeking out through his blazer on his collar bone.

"Bucky," Ms May says, "this is Brock. He is going to be your dominant until further notice. If things don't work out, we will find you both someone else."

"Hi, Bucky," Brock says, offering him a very small smile. The smile is more of a grimace, but hey, at least the man is trying. "I live in Brooklyn, so we're gonna have a bit of a drive to get from Boston to NY."

"Fuck no," Bucky says, standing up. "No! NO, I refuse," he growls. "First you're sending me off to a dom, second you're making me leave my home!? No! NO! I don't want to leave Boston. I don't want to have a fucking dom in the first place!"

"Hey," Brock warns. "No, you're not gonna do that. I want you to go use the bathroom, and I'll get your things in the car. It's going to be a bit of a drive. So make sure you're comfortable." Bucky glares at him, angry and hurt. He is hurt. But he does as he's told. He goes to the bathroom to empty his bladder.

He pads back out to Brock a few moments later. "Are you ready to go?" the dom asks. He sounds bored. Or, maybe annoyed. Angry with him, because he's acting like a brat and he's only known him for how long? Ten minutes, maybe?

"I'm ready," Bucky nods. He cuddles his blanket close, under his chin, walking out of the social worker's office, then building, and then out to his car. It's a nice car, some kind of sports care Bucky doesn't care to ask about. It lets him know that Brock lives comfortably.

The drive is quiet, for some time. He feels strange, anxious, just uncomfortable with the day's events. He doesn't like being given to a dom because he's a biological submissive, and he won't be able to take care of himself on his own. Too bratty, too young, to stupid to be on his own.

When they get out of the car to get gas from Sheetz and go to the bathroom, Bucky runs. He runs. As fast as his legs will carry him. He doesn't know where he's running to, he doesn't know what he'll do once he is far enough away from this bullshit.

It doesn't take long for his little escape to be cut short, however. Because he's scooped up and taken right back to the bloody gas station. "No! Let me go!" he shouts, struggling in Brock's arms. He doesn't want to be with him, he doesn't want to be around him! "Fuck off!" he screams.

"If you don't calm the heck down, right now," Brock growls lowly in his ear, "I'm going to beat you ass black and blue." Bucky shudders at his hot breath against his ear, he whines again. "No, enough of the whining. I'm done with the whining. You put yourself into this situation, your own damn self."

He drags Bucky inside the gas station, taking him into the bathroom, and closing, and locking the door. The sub starts to freak out, whining and struggling all over again. "No, no, no, NO!" he whines, shaking his head frantically.

"Bucky, ENOUGH!" Brock shouts, making the boy immediately shut his mouth. "I've had enough. I'm trying to be gentle with you. I know you are going through alot right now. But I've had enough."

Bucky swallows, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. "I-"

"Shut up," Brock says. "I've had enough. And because you won't settle on your own, I'm gonna make you settle down."

Before Bucky can question what the heck he means by this, Brock is propping up his knee on a stool, and pulling Bucky over it. "N-no, oh no, I- No!"

"Calm down," Brock growls lowly. "That is enough."

He unbuttons his jeans and pulls both his jeans and his briefs down, before raining down slaps to his upturned ass.

Bucky shrieks, trying to squirm off, while Brock rains down painful and fast spanks. He can't even count. It's fast, it hurts, it doesn't make him feel 'settled' at all. It just makes him slump over his knee and cry brokenly.

Brock pulls him up and sets him on his own two feet a few minutes later. He pulls up his briefs and helps button his jeans. The boy is still crying, (maybe a bit dramatically).

"Shh, shh," the dom whispers, getting a paper towel and wetting it. He wipes down Bucky's face. His tears and snot and the drool around his mouth. He's not really in 'pain' but it does hurt decently. "I know, honey, breathe for me."

Bucky hiccups, breathing. He's engulfed in a hug and- oh.

Oh... He didn't know what comfort felt like.

He's picked up and held on Brock's chest. "Good boy," he murmurs. "You feel better? Little more calm?"

Bucky can't tell how he's feeling. A little heavy, sleepy. He slumps on Brock's chest, laying his head on his shoulder.

"Shh, I gotcha, honey..."

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starkerkeyz · 5 years

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Choices Hurt

ANGST and Infinity War Spoilers and Endgame Spoilers and maybe even a little FFH Spoilers if you squint. When you’re sad, write other people being sad too, and then you’re not as sad. It’s fact.

Peter comes surging up out of the darkness of his dreams to the feeling of tears trailing sticky and wet down his face and neck and into his ears. He looks up at the ceiling for a moment that goes on for several lifetimes and is over by the time he’s done blinking. He doesn’t make a sound; if he starts he won’t stop and nobody wants to overhear him at whatever-time-of-night it is.

His chest feels hollow tonight. He’s so empty sometimes. He goes to bed and when he closes his eyes he remembers the feeling of slipping away. Of losing bits and pieces slowly, creeping up his hands and feet, extremities first; like Peter was the puppy put down at the pound. But at least Thanos had done it humanely, right? Because here’s the thing.

It didn’t hurt to die.

The fear that gripped him when he understood what was going on? That hurt. Seeing Mr. Stark’s eyes when he understood what was going on? Peter wishes sometimes he hadn’t come back so he wouldn’t have to remember the frantic hugging, wouldn’t have to crave having his arms around Mr. Stark just one more time, wouldn’t have to remember that-

That Mr. Stark is-

Peter lifts his hand to his mouth and places his palms flat and heavy across his lips. It doesn’t stop the keen from building at the back of his tongue so he squeezes his eyes shut and digs his nails into his cheeks until there’s pain and salt and crescents of stinging anchors tying him back down.

It wasn’t painless for Mr. Stark. But it was peaceful. Restful. He chose it. Mr. Stark wasn’t a discarded mutt being euthanized for resource management; he walked his path and made his mistakes and he paid for them in blood but he chose it.

He died a hero’s death; painful, bloody, and victorious.

“We won, Mr. Stark.” Peter’s sobbing into his palm as he rolls over and pulls the blankets up over his head. Being in his own room isn’t a comfort when he’s alone with his memories. He’d rather be here, under the blanket, where it was dark and warm and nobody could see just how broken he was inside.

He remembers Tony’s death more clearly than his own and he thinks it’s funny when he’s not trying to forget it all. Funny in that way you can laugh after wrecking your car; funny like he could just laugh and laugh and laugh and claw his throat open with his own good humor.

Everyone’s so proud of him. He’s handling things so well. Mr. Stark chose him and if Mr. Stark can be trusted to make decisions like how to save the universe and when to give up his life then that means Peter must be perfect. He can’t let Mr. Stark down.

Mr. Stark who figured out time travel to bring Peter back from the dead but Peter isn’t supposed to (isn’t allowed) to try and bring Mr. Stark back because.

Because-

Because he chose to die.

“No, no, no, Mr. Stark, please, I don’t- I don’t feel good, now, right now, Mr. Stark...where are you...why...why did you…” Why did you leave me? Peter can’t say it out loud, not even alone in his room under the blanket. He’s tried; the words snarl up in his throat and he feels like he’s been sewn up with fishing line from the inside out.

He’s a mess of a person and he’s not getting better and nobody knows because by the time the sun rises the tears will be gone. The shaking and the panic will have receded back into his unconscious. Any lingering redness is so easily hidden behind the shades Mr. Stark gave him.

It’s like Mr. Stark predicated that, too.

I don’t know how to end things sometimes and it comes off really dramatic. Poor Peter; the next thing I write I’ll try to be nicer to you babyboy.

#starker #honestly could be platonic too #endgame spoilers #ffh spoilers #Where is bucky to comfort my poor baby #your mans needs you chop chop leave the goats #omg can bucky run a lil pet goat farm in the states #he likes them now #peter visits #they bond over goats #fainting goats #or nigerian dwarf goats #don't read my tags I like goats far too much

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Dessert

Captain America and The Winter Soldier

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; Bucky always enjoy eating his favourite dessert before dinner… you.

Word Count; 1187

Warnings; NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, cursing, dirty talk, pet names, nipple play, thigh riding, oral (female receiving), mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; URL has been changed from marvel-diaries to bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Gif by @buckysbarnes

Bucky had come home late last night, around 9 PM, from a mission overseas. He had been gone for a few weeks, and when he came back home, he was exhausted.

He had greeted you with a kiss and a long hug that he so desperately needed after being away from you for so long.

“You need to eat something, Bucky. I have some leftover dinner from today in the fridge that I can warm up for you.”

He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck as a heavy sleep came over him after all the stress and no time for rest he had endured on his mission.

“Thank you, doll. You're the best. I'll lay on the couch in the meantime.”

Once you were done heating up his dinner, you walked out to the living room to find Bucky out cold on the couch. His light snores filled the room.

“My poor, sweet Bucky.”

You got comfortable beside him, draping a blanket over the two of you and kissing his forehead lightly.

“Sleep tight, baby.”

—

When you woke up in the morning, Bucky was still sound asleep in the same position as the night before.

You didn't want to wake him; he needed to get as much rest as possible, so you went on about your day.

Around 5 PM, you walked downstairs after doing some work on your computer. Once you got to the living room, Bucky was still asleep, but this time he had changed sleeping position.

He was sleeping on his stomach now. His arms were underneath his head, and he was still snoring lightly like from the night before.

You knew he needed a lot of rest, but he hadn't eaten anything in almost 24 hours. He had to get some food in him, so you had no choice but to disturb his deep and comfortable sleep.

You sat down on the floor next to where he lay, and you slowly combed your fingers through his soft hair soothingly so as not to startle him.

“Bucky? Bucky, wake up. I know you want to sleep, baby, but I'm sorry you need to eat something.”

His eyelashes fluttered open to be met with your gorgeous face. As soon as he saw you, a big smile came across his face. His stomach started to rumble at the thought of eating, but it wasn't food he wanted.

“If that something isn't you, then I don't want it.”

You rolled your eyes at his confession. “Haha, very funny, Bucky, but seriously you need to eat something. We can order your favourite Take-Out.”

Bucky sat upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Alright, alright. Go and grab the Take-Out menu then.”

“Alright, here it is,” you sat down beside him, “let me know what you want.”

Your phone was in your hand, getting ready to dial the number and order as soon as he decided what he wanted.

He opened up the menu, but his eyes were focused on you only.

“As I said, baby, I want to eat you.”

“Babe, I’m not food,” you chuckled.

“Oh, I disagree, doll. You always taste amazing.”

You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head, but you couldn’t help that your mind drifted towards some unholy thoughts. Your bottom lip was captured between your teeth as you thought about the last time Bucky went down on you and how he wouldn’t let you go until you came at least two times on his tongue before he fucked you into oblivion on your shared bed.

“Come here, baby, stand up.”

You got up without even thinking twice about it and stood in front of him.

“Take your shirt off.”

“Bucky…”

“Take it off, sit on my lap, and then you can order the food, I promise.”

You did as he told you, removing your oversized t-shirt. Shivers ran down your spine at the slight coldness in the room; your nipples hardened.

“Mmm… no bra, baby, I swear you will be the death of me. Now come here.”

He patted his thigh, waiting for you to take your seat on him.

Your hard nipples came in contact with his clothed chest, and you couldn’t help but let out a small gasp at the sensation.

“Order me a number 7.”

With shaking hands, you dialled the number to the restaurant and put the phone to your ear. It ran for a while.

Bucky began to kiss your neck slowly. Leaving light kisses, licks and small nips as he explored all of it. You were already a mess of moans and groans as he continued to kiss downwards to your chest.

“Shh… you need to be quiet, doll; I don’t want them to hear.”

The restaurant finally picked up, and you tried, to the best of your abilities, to order as normal as you could, under the circumstances you were in at the moment. You failed miserably.

“H-hi-i.. can I get a n-number 11, a-an-and a num..”

*gasp*

Bucky had taken one of your nipples into his mouth and started sucking on the bud, making you completely lose it. Bucky could hear them over the phone.

“Ma’am, are you alright? Can you repeat the last thing for me, please?”

Bucky released your nipple from his mouth and brought his finger up to his lips to signal to you to be quiet.

“Be a good girl for me,” he mouthed.

You nodded your head that you understood, and you tried to order again. Bucky went back to what he was doing just a moment ago.

“Hello, ma’am, are you still there?”

“Y-yes, I said could I get a number 11 a-an-and a n-number 7, p-please.”

You threw your head back and bit your bottom lip as your pussy started to throb with every suck to your nipple. Bucky's hand had found its way towards your clothed core, teasing your clit through your shorts and panties.

“And your address is?”

You told them the address and quickly hung up, tossing the phone to the side.

“Ah, fuck, Bucky. That’s so good.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to grind yourself on his clothed thigh, his hands on your waist to guide you on him.

“Such a good and pretty girl for me, doll.”

Bucky flipped the both of you so that you were laying on the couch, with him hovering over you.

“Take them off.”

Quickly getting rid of them, you spread your legs so that he could see all of you.

“What about you, Bucky?”

“Baby, I’m the one that’s eating here.”

He got himself comfortable between your legs, his favourite place to be, and placed a kiss on your needy clit.

“Fuck, Bucky, please… don’t tease.”

“You’re so beautiful. You know I’ve always loved eating my dessert before dinner.”

He licked a broad stripe up your slit. You grabbed the back of his head, snaking your fingers in his hair, keeping him to you, so desperate for him to eat you out.

“Please, Bucky, I want more.”

“Shh… just relax while I eat my favourite dessert..”

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Listen there’s just something so hot about bucky and premature ejaculation?? Like the poor guy would be whining and so embarrassed

Oh you're right and you absolutely should say it 🤤

Because I imagine he's so so easily wound up, especially with the first partner he trusts because there's got to be so much cum that his body is desperate to get rid of

And I like to think that even just making out has him so on edge. He wouldn't even really need to be inside you to be a little panting, moaning mess. If you're tugging his hair and running your hands over his body, even in the most innocent way, he's going to lose it.

And God, can you imagine the first time he gets you totally naked and he accidentally cums in his pants? You've stripped yourself down, totally bare and your lips are on him and he knows how badly he wants to make love to you. He's so desperate to feel you, his head is swimming and you let out the sweetest moan of his name in between frantic kisses and he completely loses control, gripping your hips and groaning softly through his release.

It's the first human contact he's had in years and it's totally euphoric but he does his best to hide it, his cheeks beaming in embarrassment. But you don't make it worse on him, you just pull on one of his shirts and get comfortable, cuddled up against him while he does his best not to think of the sticky mess in his pants.

But maybe the next time you're naked, he actually makes it inside of you. And God, you're warm and wet and so fucking tight, he swears he can't even breathe. The slide into you alone has him right on the edge and he's mortified but he knows if you move in the slightest, he's going to cum.

"B-baby please, oh, give me a second." His eyes are screwed shut, his heart is racing and his fingers are gripping the bedsheets and with one gentle thrust, this man is putty in your hands.

"Take your time babe, it's okay." You whisper, kissing gently over his shoulder where the metal meets flesh and it just reminds him how vulnerable he is right now. It''s scary as all hell for him but there's an intimacy in it that he could never have dreamed of and it's so addictive.

He thinks he has himself back under control but as he begins to pull back out, he stops after an inch or two, letting out a little hiss. "O-oh that's so good. Holy shit, you feel - oh." He whines before pressing back in again, unsure if he can handle much more than that.

"Feels good Buck, doesn't it? You make me feel so good too. Such a nice size. Hits so nicely. Your dick is just perfect, baby. Feels like it was made for me." Your voice is just a little hushed whisper, delicate and soft and so kind, Bucky loses control just a little more. It's such an intimate moment, he feels his heart throb, almost in time with his dick.

For your sake, he grits his teeth, pulling out almost all the way before slipping back into you, drawing a choked moan from you both. "That's it babe, keep going. Just like that." You whisper, holding the back of his neck so he's looking in your eyes. "Cum in me, baby. Know you need it."

Your little encouragement makes him shudder because you're right. He does need it. He needs it bad. And on the very next thrust, he's giving in, sobbing his relief into the cool evening air, mesmerised by the look on your face. You don't look embarrassed. You don't look disappointed. You look impressed. "B-baby I'm sorry. Oh I'm so sorry I can't stop. F-fuck there's so much. Sh-shoulda pulled out, oh my God I came inside you. Holy shit, that's so much cum." You're practically lying in a pool of it, just from it having dripped out of your overfull hole, your body unable to take any more. "Don't stop cumming sweetheart, God that feels nice." Your whine only makes him choke out another sob, a fresh wave of arousal rushing over him, his body still pumping yours full of streams of his seed

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I think some people mad about the arm is not necessarily about the fact that Ayo disabling the arm itself, it's more of the fact that it was not necessary and the fact that Bucky had no idea they can do that. If I were to be honest, I think it was not that necessary because Ayo is well capable of taking him down without having to disarm him and she is definitely not threatened by him. I think what some people find upsetting about that scene is the fact that it kinda comes off as Ayo putting Bucky in a position where it would make him feel like he doesn't have full control of his own body after all. The Wakandans, especially Ayo, T'Challa and Shuri had every right to feel betrayed and upset but the point is they should have told Bucky about how the arm can easily be disabled like that, they didn't know Bucky was going to set Zemo free when they gave him the arm and regardless of the things they have done for him and if they were ones who gave him the arm, they should have at least told him about it, because it's connected to him, it's a part of HIS body. It doesn't matter if it was necessary to disarm him or not, the point is they should have told him about it because apart from the fact that it's his body and that it was a bit insensitive given his history, it's also a point of vulnerability, and the fact that she did it in front of Walker (and possibly Zemo) --- people who can easily turn on Bucky, could easily that to their advantage and attempt to disable it themselves. Just my thoughts on it.

Thank you for sharing your perspective, anon!

I’m going to use this long-ass reply to address this stuff with Ayo and also voice some thoughts I’ve had over the past few weeks seeing people paint Bucky into being this complete soft and harmless human that needs 25-7 protection which I don’t jive with — and this is me, a complete Bucky stan.

Many moons ago, I saw a post that compared 1940s Bucky moving with stealth and a loaded gun on the train to the Winter Soldier doing the same thing, essentially discussing the similarities and debating how much of non-brainwashed Bucky was in the Soldier. And I think the fandom forgets or chooses to neglect the following when painting him as this fragile, peace-loving guy:

Bucky was an incredibly skilled sniper in the United States Army. His job is to eliminate threats in the most efficient way possible, and he’s good at it. HYDRA gets their hands on him and + the serum, this gets magnified. It wasn’t like HYDRA turned him into someone with the ability and mental capacity to kill — that was already there. The brainwashing and torture just carved out the rest of him to leave those honed skills and an amplified ruthlessness with no moral issues, no sense of self to contend with. That ruthlessness is part of Bucky, whether people like it or not.

When Bucky is outside of HYDRA for the first time and hiding in Civil War and gets attacked, he’s so brutal in his actions that Steve Rogers, the man who literally was ready to die to save Bucky and free him when no one else believed in the good in him, intervenes because “Buck, you’re going to kill someone.” Bucky responds that he’s not going to kill anyone, but the fact remains: with or without HYDRA control, Bucky has a strong capacity for violence that hovers on brutality — again, what’s the most efficient way to eliminate or neutralize a threat? Like, I don’t want to kill you, but I’ll knock your ass out with cinder blocks to the chest.

Bucky has a good heart, he’s loyal, he’s smart, he’s caring, he’s the longest-standing POW in history and was turned into a slave for decades, put through unimaginable trauma and torture and horror with no escape. Bucky is also a strong and incredibly skilled super soldier who has a bionic arm, is a trained sniper, is unnervingly precise with knives, and self-describes himself as “semi-stable.” Zemo notes in the bar that “it didn’t take Bucky long to get back into form,” and he’s right because the ruthlessness and skill of the Winter Soldier is a part of him and always has been. We see it when he has his hand around Zemo’s neck and tells him he will kill him, when he rips the glass from his hand and throws it across the room.

And I’m sure the Wakandans know all this about Bucky, this light and his ability for hard-to-stop violence, whether from talking to Steve and Bucky or doing their own homework. And they still choose to help him out of the goodness of their hearts because he’s been put through hell and they believe they have the capacity to help him and it’s the right thing to do — they’re betting more on those positive attributes. And they put a failsafe on his arm, a literal weapon, and chose not to tell him. You know why I think that shows how much they did care about him? Because they could’ve blatantly come out and said “Hey, we don’t trust you,” and hurt him outright, but they didn’t because they’re betting on the light in Bucky to outweigh the dark or any future manipulation. That it’s a worst-case scenario function they hope to never have to use — so they’re prepared if shit hits the fan, and if it doesn’t, Bucky doesn’t have to be hurt feeling like he can’t be trusted. I see no issues here, they’re just being cautious.

Now coming to Ayo, my QUEEN Ayo. From that beautiful, beautiful opening scene, we get to see her support, her reassurance, her belief that Bucky will be able to work through this, even when he doesn’t believe it himself. She watches him fight and struggle and cry, and you can feel the hope in her and how moved she is when she gets to tell him it worked, he did it — he’s free. And she says it not once, but twice. And you can hear not just the comfort, but the PRIDE and warmth in her voice directed to him, who I’m sure she’s watched throughout the whole deprogramming process and gotten to know and is happy to see him work through the pain and come out on the other side.

And then she sees that same individual make a decision in freeing Zemo that she perceives as a “fuck you” not just to her country, but to her, someone who was charged with protecting her king. She could’ve just disarmed Bucky the second they met up, but she doesn’t. She takes the time to explain her side and her feelings, her guilt and her shame, and basically implies that she feels betrayed by Bucky because Wakanda helped him and now he’s doing something that’s hurting her country. And still, she doesn’t attack or just go get Zemo. She gives Bucky the benefit of the doubt and a whole 8-hour American workday to do what he has to do because again, she believes in the best of him. And then that time limit runs up, and he chooses to get in her way.

And that’s the final straw. She’s angry, she’s guilty, she’s frustrated, and she feels betrayed hurt by someone I think she did respect and care about, someone whom she worked with and helped and supported when he was his most vulnerable. Did she “need” to disarm the arm to fight Bucky? Probably not. But is she doing it in the heat of battle and adrenaline and a whole bucket ton of emotions, including what she sees as the White Wolf blatantly disrespecting her country and her as a person and even friend and she just says fuck it, I’m done? You hurt us and me, and I’m going to hurt you back? Oh yeah. And Bucky looks shocked, not because he’s a poor fragile baby and “oh no, my arm, how could you?? my TrAumA”, but in the dual realization of “oh shit, how’d you do that?!” and “oh shit, I think I crossed a line here.” And also, I don’t think a single person in that room would be able to recreate the disabling sequence other than Ayo — it’s way too targeted and specific for someone like Walker to pick it up in the whole three seconds it took.

People need to stop reducing characters to these black and white extremes of soft and hard, of good and bad. Doing so completely devalues and ignores the REALITY of the complexity of being human, and Bucky and Ayo are both great examples of that played by stellar actors who portray that range and depth extremely well. End of the day, my thought is that the failsafe in the arm was justified and people need to stop coming for Ayo based on this ridiculous narrative that Bucky is too traumatized and sensitive and too much of a fave to ever be challenged or he’ll explode into dust. Boy deserves a life of freedom and healing and mental health support, but he’s also still a formidable opponent with the capacity for violence and skillset to kill. People are more than one thing.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk!!

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