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Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 // Epilogue
“Henry Cavill is a dad” - After his hiatus, Henry is about to do his first interview in years at the James Corden show.
First day of school - It’s Elodie’s first day of school and Henry isn’t ready for that yet. However, Olivia has a nice surprise for him.
‘Dad, do you still love me?’ - Henry notices Elodie isn’t exactly herself, so he takes her out on a little father/daughter date, hoping to figure out what is going on inside of her head.
The Tran-Cavill grandkids - Get to know the grandkids of Henry and Olivia!
The Twins - Heather and Chloe Tran-Cavill are born and Henry goes to see Frankie for a new tattoo.
NSFW alphabet with Henry and Olivia
The World of TikTok - With five ladies around him who are up to date with the latest trends, Henry falls victim to TikTok challenges.
Hard Drive, Over Drive - Henry finds an old hard drive. Thinking it is his, he plugs it into his computer to see what’s on there. However, it turns out, it’s not his.
The Make-Up Box - When his granddaughters have obtained a make-up box, Henry can’t seem to say no.
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buckyshenley16 · 24 days
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Toss A Coin to Your Witcher (Part Three)
Henry Cavill x Reader
Words: 4,365
(Part 1, Part 2)
Happy Holidays, Cavillry! I really truly hope that you all had some socially distanced fun! Here’s a little gift from me to everyone. I really hope everyone enjoys this last part to this miniseries as much as I enjoyed writing them!
Warning: I have never written anything even remotely close to smut and this story gets a teeny bit smutty so please be gentle with me.
Please like and reblog or leave some replies if you liked it!
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“Because. We kissed.“
Kissed.
Did you hear him right? Did he just say you kissed? You two kissed? And you didn’t remember? 
Just the thought of it made you dissolve into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
A valiant effort on his part, truly. He really looked frustrated and confused that you didn’t remember. What a brilliant actor.
"Phew!” you brushed the tears from the sides of your eyes and rubbed your nose with the back of your hand
“Right! As if I would ever forget kissing someone like you.” you gestured to him from head to toe, “Specimen.”
“Alright,” he crossed his muscular arms against his equally muscular chest, “I am one hundred and ten percent sure it was you and I’m not about to let you change my mind, madame.”
The challenge was clear in his voice and honestly? It was really hot, his whole stern and smug vibe actually made you forget that you were trying to defend your honour. 
How could he just look like that? All tall and handsome and muscular? It threw you off your game. He looked like he was God’s favourite. 
"Aren’t we going to dinner?” you asked, now openly staring at his eyes
“Oh, god. Of course, you must be starving. I apologise.” he dropped his proud stance and immediately grabbed your coat from the rack
Henry graciously helped you put it on, his arms lingered around you just a tad bit longer than needed but it was all very good.
Something must have caught his eye as he stepped away from you. He gave you a small smile and made a move to lean in. 
Oh, was this happening now?
Okay, sure. What the hell right? Since he claims to have already kissed you before maybe he needed to be reminded. 
You could do that. You knew how to kiss, you’ve kissed people before.
As he leaned in, the smell of his cologne invaded your senses. It was musky but also floral. Combined with his naturally clean, fresh scent, you could just picture yourself on a leisurely stroll with him in a field somewhere, the pristine air carrying the scent of earthy wood and spring flowers all around you. Henry would be gazing at you adoringly and he’d be in a soaked white shirt even though it was a sunny day.
Armed with that picture in your mind, nothing could go wrong. You were definitely feeling it.
You tilted your chin upwards, leaning in to meet him halfway, more than ready to feel those luscious lips on yours. You shut your eyes, just to make it more romantic.
His arms wrapped around you and you went in for the kill.
That’s when the worst possible thing happened. Well, perhaps not the worst thing but this was pretty fucking close.
Instead of the soft lips you were expecting, your lips met the soft material of his sweater.
Yes, that’s right. His sweater.
You, Y/N Y/LN, had just planted a big ol’ smooch on Henry Cavill’s sweater.
Your eyes snapped open and you wondered what you did so wrong in your past life to deserve this. How could you have misjudged the situation so wrongly?
The second Henry felt the tiny amount of pressure on his shoulder, he knew he fucked up. He had no idea why he didn’t just tell you that the collar of your coat was sticking up, why did he feel the need to straighten it himself? Now, what was he going to do? He didn’t want to embarrass you.
But, it was a little too late for that now, wasn’t it?
You both stepped away at the same time, seeming to look at anything else in the room but each other. It was nice of him to also feel embarrassed on your behalf but, you felt like everyone the world over was cringing out of their skin from secondhand embarrassment.
“So, dinner?” Henry offered you his strong arm, grinning at you like nothing happened
Was it possible for him to be even more perfect? As you looped your arm through his, you found out that it was.
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The expansive cityscape was laid out before you from the secluded trellis covered terrace of the restaurant he chose. The view was beautiful, the lights of the city sprinkled across buildings, homes, and streets, the inky black and blue sky stretching far beyond.
Gazing out at it should have made you feel calm, at peace. But you were a bundle of nerves. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think that you’d be on a date with Henry Cavill and you wouldn’t have imagined that he would be accusing you of forgetting that you shared a kiss.
“Look,” you rested your arms on the table, looking at him as seriously as you could without getting lost in his eyes, “I swear, if we really did kiss, I would remember.”
Henry studied you quietly amidst the hustle and bustle of the restaurant beyond the French doors. It was endearing to him, how quickly you would sometimes switch from confident assertiveness to awkward fumbling.
For you, it was a test of endurance to look past the god-given good looks and focus on trying to anticipate what his next move was.
Turns out, it was one in your favour.
“You know what? I think you’re right.”
You almost did a spit take with your wine. Thank God you weren’t wearing anything white.
Okay, act cool. That should be easy, right? You were an actor after all. Just be cool. Relax your shoulders, unclench your jaw, stop sweating.
“I must’ve been mistaken. I truly apologise." 
He looked so sheepish, you actually reached over to put your hand on his. You tilted your head and gave him an understanding smile. A wave of relief washed over your body and to Henry, it showed. Your rigid posture finally loosened and you even managed to lace your fingers through his.
"I totally get it. I mean, with our jobs? We meet dozens of people everyday, it’s not hard to be confused.”
His heart leapt into his throat at the contact, it felt like his entire arm was covered in live wires but he would endure it just to savour your hand in his.
“Let’s focus on our date, yeah?" 
"Yes, absolutely,” you nodded enthusiastically, “Please. Tell me all about you.”
“Oh, but I’d rather hear about you.”
You were flattered, really. But just in case this was never going to happen again, you needed to get him talking and sponge up as much information as you could.
“And you will, but let’s hear about you first.”
He wanted to argue but you were already looking at him expectantly and despite your short time together, he was already struggling to say no to you.
So, he talked, and talked, and talked, much more than he’s ever dared to talk in his whole life. And you listened, absolutely captivated by his eloquence, his intelligence, his passion, and his wit. Not to mention his voice, deep and silky and hypnotising. Why people thought he lacked personality was a mystery to you.
“I do love theatre,” he explained with a mouthful pasta. It was adorable, no questions asked. “I wish I had that courage and longevity to just deliver every single night for months on end.”
“I actually started out in theatre.” you nodded your head as he widened his eyes at you questioningly. “Yup. I did a decent run of The Tempest at the Yard a year back.”
That’s when the ball dropped. Time seemed to stop for Henry, his drink hovered in the air just as he was about to raise it to his lips. It had finally made itself known, his smoking gun. He faltered only for a second before masking his triumphant smirk with his wine glass.
One harmless little question out of his mouth had you turning as red as the cherry tomatoes artfully scattered in the salad that was set before you.
“Ah, yes. Didn’t you play Miranda?”
You stopped stirring your iced tea and furrowed a brow at him.
“Yes. Yes, I was. Did you catch a show?”
“I did. I was at the opening night after party as well.” he enunciated this part slowly and clearly, hoping that your eyes would spark with recognition
But they didn’t.
“Isn’t that a shame. We could have done this earlier if we crossed paths that night.”
Henry pursed his lips and nodded, mildly disheartened but nonetheless, he pressed on.
“I do recall meeting you though.”
This again? 
You huffed and set your utensils on your plate. You laced your fingers together and looked him in his gorgeous ocean coloured eyes.
“Okay. If that is the night in question then I will admit that I… may have kissed someone but it wasn’t you.” 
“Well, well, well…” he raised an eyebrow at you and you instantly coloured
It wasn’t one of your finest moments and you figured you would never have to dig that memory out of the vault but here it was.
“I know how this sounds,” you shook your head disapprovingly at him, “But it’s not. Okay. On God, it wasn’t you.”
Henry nodded yet again, narrowing his eyes at you. The silent treatment and judgy look he had on forced you to keep talking, which probably wasn’t the best idea.
“It wasn’t you, Henry. Okay? It was just some random dude in a nice sweater and a signet ring or something.”
Alarm bells started clanging in your head as your eyes swept over your dinner date. Nice sweater, check. A signet ring resting on his pinky, check.
“It wasn’t you.” you repeated in more of a whisper, more to convince yourself than anything else
Throughout your debate, bits and pieces of that night started to come back to you. The most embarrassing part came to mind first, it would probably be your saving grace but, did you really want to tell Henry Cavill what you thought you did?
“Am I really that bad a kisser? That you felt the need to completely erase it from your memory?”
His tone was joking but you could see in his eyes that he was a little bit hurt. It was going to be a cold day in hell if you were going to be the person to make Henry Cavill doubt his skills in the kissing area.
“I kissed a male prostitute that night, okay!” you yelled out in exasperation
Thank God your table was situated on the terrace or else a restaurant full of people would have been in on your little secret. As your voice echoed off the walls, you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself. How much embarrassment were you going to endure?
“A male prostitute?” Henry repeated slowly, clearly having a difficult time processing this new information
“Yes.” you groaned, leaning back in your seat and covering your face with your hands
—One year before—
The curtains closed to thunderous applause, whistles and standing ovations. Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to keep your breathing steady.
Did that really just happen?
You looked around at your castmates and wrangled them into a group hug.
“Did I really just do that?” you asked Marge upon meeting her backstage
“Yes, you did! Now go on and get changed. It’s after party time.”
With that, she sent you off with a smack on your ass.
You’d only known Marge for a few months since you arrived in London but you liked her already. It’s not like you had a choice though, really, she was the only one you knew.
“How about that one, that one over there?” Marge slurred, shoulders knocking into yours, less than discreetly pointing out some guy in the crowd of party goers
“Shh! Marge!” you giggled, more than a little tipsy yourself
Opening night was a smashing success, it was your first ever gig anywhere, really. You were so nervous the entire time, you thought you were doomed to fuck up and forget your lines or something but that moment never came.
“HEY! REVIEWS ARE OUT!” someone yelled in the crowd
“Here we go.” you murmured, knocking back your drink and tugging Marge along
The huge crowd gathered around your director, who was standing on a stool. It was a tight squeeze since a good chunk of the people who came were already hammered. Someone from behind shoved you forward and you rather inelegantly fell into the arms of the man next to you.
“Whoa there.” you could just make out the deep velvety voice above the murmurings of the crowd
“Oh, God, I am so sorry, I-” you trailed off when you finally laid eyes on your rescuer
Oh, wow.
You couldn’t decide which feature to focus on first. The captivating eyes that were a shade of blue that your alcohol-soaked brain couldn’t even comprehend, the strong chiseled jawline you needed a protractor to measure, or the perfect stray curls that fell onto his forehead?
Decisions, decisions.
“Are you alright? You almost fell.”
Goosebumps broke out on your arms as he helped you stand upright.
God, he was handsome, an observation you thought you had kept to yourself.
The tall man chuckled, still holding on to your forearms, “Thanks very much. I’m He-”
“And Y/N, my incomparable Miranda!” a booming voice interrupted him from the front of the room
“Fuck, that’s me.”
You broke from his grasp and fought your way through the crowds, leaving your hero looking out after you.
“Newcomer Y/N Y/L/N’s performance as Miranda is the glittering centrepiece to this refreshing, masterful take on an enduring classic,” the director read aloud, allowing the crowd to raise their glasses to you
You smiled at everyone, inadvertently meeting the eye of your tall handsome man.
When the crowd dispersed, you and Marge found yourselves back at the open bar, eyeing up every guy that passed by.
“Y/N, you’re on the fast track now. You killed tonight, now it’s time to pick your prize! How about that one? In the corner? Looks tall, shaggy hair…”
“Marge, that’s a ficus.”
“Huh.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, that other ficus has been looking over since we set up camp here.” 
You followed the tilt of her head to the same guy from earlier, the achingly handsome one. He raised his glass to you and you waved sloppily back. It was the alcohol, okay? Open bar, what were you gonna do?
Marge whistled low, sizing him up from head to toe, “Y/N, that’s a male prostitute if I’ve ever seen one and I have seen a lot of ones.”
The fry you had chomped down barely made it halfway down your throat before coming back up again, “What? No! Marge, he’s not.”
“But he is. Y/N, that man is tall, hung, and handsome. There is no man that tall, hung, and handsome that isn’t either an actor or a male prostitute.”
“Tall, hung, and handsome.” you mumbled, raking your eyes over him as discreetly as you could
In your inebriated state, you completely forgot to ask Marge why he couldn’t have been an actor. Why did her mind immediately head for the strip club? And why did yours follow suit?
“Imma go and bag myself a stripper, Marge. Okay?”
“Yes! Use protection!”
Before strutting off or more like stumbling off, you downed some more booze which probably was not as good of an idea than you thought. Not even halfway to him, you decided that you were teetering in your heels a little bit too much, so you took them off.
“Oh. Hey there.” the same silky smooth voice from earlier greeted you
“Ah, fuck. You’re tall.”
Looking up at him made you dizzy, like standing at the top of a giant skyscraper and looking down at the very edge.
He chuckled and you watched entranced as his face just lit up like Christmas. You decided then and there that you would like to kiss the Christmas, very much so indeed.
The liquid courage in you was really doing its job. You took his hand and dragged him away from the party. This was fine, wasn’t it? It’s not like he was complaining, he looked rather amused actually. Things like this probably happen to him a lot in his line of work.
“Well, now you have me, what are you going to do with me?” he asked teasingly once you two were tucked away in a dark corner
The combined effects of the excessive alcohol, the high of your first successful job, and the way this sinfully handsome man was looking at you made your next move the easiest thing in the world.
You balled the front of his sweater in your fist and tugged him down towards you. He was too tall.
Who on earth was this ballsy, clumsy, beautiful, talented stranger?
Henry didn’t get the chance to ask before his lips came crashing down and immediately, wildfire. 
A shockwave of frenzy ran through his body, he needed to feel you. He was all hands and lips and ragged breaths. His lips traveled down the smooth path of your throat, nipping and sucking as he went. You were putty in his hands.
“Jump.” he growled
You did as he asked and he latched his hands underneath your thighs and planted you against the wall. His lower half pressed into yours and you knew that Marge was right. Your hands raked through his hair and you reveled in the feel of him, strong, confident, in charge. His large hands made their way to your bottom and he squeezed gently.
A breathy moan escaped your lips and you knew you needed to have more of this man. Your fumbling hands made their way to his belt buckle but he set you down on your feet and held you steady.
“What..?” you whispered, suddenly disoriented
“I really should take you on a date first.” he panted
Sober, you definitely would have taken him up on his offer, male prostitute or not, but you were far from it and your head was still spinning so you thought you’d shut your eyes for a while and have him catch your unconscious form.
With you over his shoulder and your shoes in one hand, Henry made his way to his car and drove you safely home, relying on the satnav and your slurred directions.
He laid you gently in bed, brushing the hair away from your face. You snored in your drunken sleep and Henry smiled at the sound.
This was an encounter he was sure he would remember for a long time.
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“Well, that was me,” Henry nodded his head with his bottom lip jutted out. “Exactly as you remembered it.”
Tall, hung, and handsome, huh? That wasn’t anything new to him. He’s been described using far more… graphic detail, if his time searching his name on Tumblr was anything to go by. But hearing it come from your mouth turned him several shades of red.
You, on the other hand, had no words. Again. But you figured that it was all Marge’s fault.
“So, I suppose I was right?” he confirmed, unable to contain the self-satisfied smirk on his face
“Uh, yeah,” you sighed, absolutely exhausted from your little trip down memory lane. “Yeah, I guess you were right.”
Slowly, you met each other’s eyes. A moment passed before you both dissolved into fits of laughter.
“Do I look like a male prostitute? Did I exude that kind of energy at the time?” Henry guffawed, shoulders shaking
“God, I don’t even know how I thought that! I was super drunk, okay?” you covered your face with your hands, mortified and extremely amused at yourself
The laughter died down and you were left gazing at each other fondly. Dessert had long since been over and the night went on, the candlelights on your table and scattered around the quiet terrace intensified the feeling that was passing between you.
“Y/N?” 
“Yes?”
You didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened and settled on your lips. Unlike all the other times today, you didn’t feel nervous, you didn’t feel like you were about to make a fool of yourself, you felt completely calm.
“Would it be alright with you if we picked up where we left off that night?”
Ever the gentleman. You smiled and made your way over to him.
“Hi.” you made yourself comfortable on his lap and you laced your arms around his neck
“Hello, there.” he whispered against your lips
It was probably not the best place to do this, in a restaurant where upwards of twenty people were just beyond the terrace doors but you were in your own little world.
You were endlessly thankful that you were sober for this, you would never forgive yourself otherwise.
When his lips finally met yours, you wondered how on earth you ever forgot such a feeling. It was gentle and soft, as most of these things start, his thumbs caressed that apple of your cheeks then he laid a chaste kiss on each.
You breathed long and hard as his hands splayed on your back, pushing you closer to him. His warm tongue traced the outline of your bottom lip before exploring your mouth, the taste of you mixed with the subtle taste of wine was exquisite and he wanted more. He drank you in, holding you flush against him.
“Wait.” you took his hand and led him to the far side of the terrace to an alcove enveloped in a curtain of lush vines
“When did you spot this?” Henry asked, breathless as you sat him down and straddled him once again
“On the way in.” you had the audacity to blush
“You had plans for me already?”
“A girl always comes prepared.”
Nothing would ever prepare you for the sight of his full length, once his trousers were lowered, it was over for you. Henry took control by shoving your underwear to the side and impaling you onto him. You inhaled sharply, screwing your eyes tightly shut.
“Are you okay?” he struggled to control himself, having you quivering on top of him was severely testing his restraint
“Yes. Please. Move.” all you could manage were monosyllabic answers
And move he did. It should be illegal to be this good.
The night air was cool but you were both slick with sweat, you two had lost your tops a while ago and Henry’s tongue swept across the valley of your breasts and marked his territory everywhere he could. His thrusts were enough to bruise you but you never wanted anything more than to feel him.
“Henry,” you gasped out as he continued to hit that spot that made you see stars
He could sense that you were close, you were tightening around him and gripping him like a vise. 
“Let go, lovely.” he whispered in your ear, committing the way your face twisted into a mask of pleasure and desperation to memory
You rode him furiously, the sound of your flesh colliding over and over again mingled with your hoarse moans, you were certain that someone would hear you but at that moment all you cared about was reaching your peak and with Henry Cavill at the helm?
His large hand clamped around your mouth as you came, you writhed and arched your body uncontrollably as his thrusts became more erratic. He pulled out of you and began to finish himself off, he did not expect for your hand to join his and he did not expect to come so quickly once it did.
“Jesus.” he panted, reaching over to smooth your hair out of your face
You shivered, suddenly very aware that you weren’t wearing anything at all. Henry helped you dress quickly and wrapped his own coat around you, rubbing some heat into your arms.
When you refused to look him in the eye the entire ride back to your flat, that’s when Henry started getting nervous.
It’s not like he could ask you if you enjoyed it? I mean, he could but that would make him look like an amateur and he would really like to think that he was no amateur in that area. So instead, he took your hand as you stood in front of your door. 
“Y/N, I would love to do this again. The date, not the sex- I mean, I would like to have sex with you again but that’s not what I’m after-Holy shit.”
Oh, how the tables have turned. 
Henry rubbed at his face with a hand and sighed, “Do you think you’d like to see me again?" 
"Do you think you’d like to stay the night?" 
Both of you asked your questions at the same time and you both looked taken aback at them.
"What makes you think I don’t want to see you again?” you wrapped your arms around his torso and looked up at him
“You were silent the whole car ride?”
He looked so unsure and a little afraid that you couldn’t help but squeeze him. How could someone be both heartbreakingly handsome and adorable all at the same time? 
“I was just summoning up the courage to ask you to stay the night!”
“Oh thank God.”
He swept you off your feet and threw your door open but, you didn’t end up in bed (you’d get there later), you ended up in the same place you started, on the couch, with him spectating and occasionally helping out as you played Witcher 3.
The next morning, you woke up to a text message and a forwarded article from Marge,
“HOW BEING A STAN GOT Y/N Y/L/N HER MAN”
YOU TWO ARE EVERYWHERE. CHECK IT OUT!  I TAKE CASH, CHEQUES, AND LAVISH GIFTS. YOU’RE WELCOME.
A muscular arm gently wrapped around your bare waist and a tender kiss was pressed onto your shoulder. You looked back at your handsome bedfellow and smiled.
You’d take a look at it later. Right now, you had better things to do.
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buckyshenley16 · 24 days
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Toss A Coin to Your Witcher
Henry Cavill x Reader
Words: 2,362
I am so so so nervous to post this because this is my first time writing a Henry fic and I know that the Henry Cavill fandom is such a tightknit family, I hope you guys have room for one more hopeless Henry stan. I know this isn’t even half as good as the other Henry fics out there but I had this idea stuck in my head for a very long time.
Please like and reblog or leave me some replies if I should do a second part! Thank you!
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The makeup brush swept precisely along your cheekbone, covering it in a subtle shimmer. Production staff milled around behind you, testing sound, testing lights. Being an actor, these things were nothing new. 
“Now remember, say it with me,“ 
"Don’t say or do anything stupid.” you recited with your long time agent and friend, Marge.
You thanked the makeup artist and made your way to the set. 
“When have I ever said or done anything stupid though?” you asked
Marge looked at you appraisingly before replying, 
“There’s always a time for everything. Now go on." 
The vibe on set dialled to a hundred when you stepped on. It was really flattering how they cheered as you plonked your butt down on the wooden chair, a red tarp was set up behind you and the studio lights surrounded the area.
"Ready when you are Y/N!” the producer aka the ring leader of this whole operation flashed you a thumbs up
You nodded, feeling the nervousness bubble up your throat. 
Surprise, surprise. You still got nervous in front of the camera. It wasn’t hard to handle though, you took a couple of deep breaths and you were good to go. 
“Hey guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here with Buzzfeed and we’re gonna be playing Twenty Questions.” you winked at the camera with your arms wrapped around the little jar that had your questions in it
 "Let’s get started, shall we?“ 
Eager to begin, you stuck your hand into the jar without a second thought. 
"I freaking love Buzzfeed, really. Especially Tasty, I mean, I don’t cook. But,” you shrugged, wiggling your fingers, hearing the tiny bits of folded paper move around in the jar. “I love watching people cook. Then I love eating.”
Scattered chuckles broke out through the crew. 
After a few minutes of rustling around, you figured you’d just come clean, “Okay. Small problem." 
You lifted your hand, the jar coming along with it. The pieces of folded paper crowding around your encased wrist as you waved your arm. 
Another round of shocked giggles started up as a couple of assistants rushed to you and tried to yank the jar off. 
"This is too good,” the producer chortled, “Mind if we keep this in?”
“Fine by me!” you watched intently as Marge rolled up your sleeve so one assistant could pour oil all over it. Eagle eyed, she watched as a drop of oil landed on the bottom hem of your sweater.
“Great job, Y/N. This sweater was a gift from that designer you met last week, he said he made it just for you.” she scolded, taking charge by grabbing the jar with two hands
“It was an accident, Marge. It’s not like I planned on getting my hand stuck in a jar today!”
With a tug and a pop, your hand was free and slick with olive oil. Marge landed on her butt on the floor.
“Marge!” you howled with laughter, helping her up
She straightened her blouse, all business but her cheeks were stained red with embarrassment. 
“Can someone help Y/N wash the oil off her hands? Let’s get this show on the road, people!” she barked marching orders at the staff, clapping her hands as she went. She wasn’t in charge here but no one dared to question her. 
You chuckled, knowing that this was a cute little anecdote you’d be sharing with anyone who was willing to listen.
A few minutes later, you were back in your chair, having a laugh with everyone. The jar incident already stripped away the majority of your anxiety so you were ready to go.
“Okay! First question!” you squinted at the strip of paper, “What is the most expensive thing you’ve stolen from any set you’ve been on?" 
“Well!” you widened your eyes at the camera, “Bold of you all to assume that I’ve ever stolen anything!”
Marge scoffed rather audibly, making everyone raise their eyebrows at you.
“Okay, fine!” you held up your hand. The stunning ring you had on sparkled underneath the lights, nearly blinding anyone who looked.
“I did a period movie a while back and they had these drop dead gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous pieces of jewelry. I wore this piece,” you gazed down at the ring fondly, “for the whole of the film and I just pinched it after we wrapped, I couldn’t part with it, okay? I’m like a fricking magpie, I love shiny things.”
The crew burst into fits of laughter, making you laugh along with them.
“To clarify! This is the replica the props department had made, a very expensive replica. I can see you freaking out, Marge. And no, you don’t have to call the insurance company.”
You were a big hit, to say the least. You had them in stitches every time you opened your mouth but all good things had to come to an end, right?
It didn’t matter how carefully you dipped your hand into the question jar, this next one was going to make things very messy for you. 
"What do you like to do in your free time?” you read out loud, tapping a finger against your chin
“There hasn’t been much free time lately,” you chuckled, “Let’s see… I play video games, yeah. I am so obsessed with the Witcher, it’s borderline unhealthy. I’ve read all the books and played the games so many times." 
"What do you think of Henry Cavill as Geralt?” the producer asked you
Henry Cavill.
Just hearing that man’s name was enough to make the blood rush to your cheeks. You brushed an imaginary hair out of your face. From behind the camera, Marge raised a knowing brow.
“Well,” you cleared your throat and sat up straighter
“To be honest, at first I was really skeptical about his casting. I mean, he is way too good looking. Like way. Way. Too good looking. But…”
“But?”
Your mind drifted to the first time you saw a picture of Henry Cavill in full costume. The white hair, the golden cat eyes, the intense gaze and all that leather? It definitely made you feel… Certain things.
You cleared your throat, propping yourself on the table with your arms. To be honest, your head was still in a Henry Cavill haze so you had zero control of what came out of your mouth next.
“I’d definitely toss all my coins to that Witcher. Toss a few other things as well.”
Everyone in the room ooh'ed and whistled, delighted by your saucy reply. The ruckus snapped you out of it and your hand immediately flew to your mouth.
“Please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.”
“You did.” Marge mouthed at you, trying but failing to contain her laughter
“So you enjoyed his performance as Geralt?” the producer pressed on, hoping to get more audience-raking answers
How many times were you going to blush during this interview?
“Oh, well, about that, I haven’t really gotten around to actually watching it.” you admitted sheepishly, “But I’ve seen photos and some clips. Very impressed by what I’ve seen so far.”
“You will watch it though, right?" 
"Oh, absolutely. No way I’d miss out on that! Henry Cavill is an incredibly wonderful, talented actor. I think he’s also a fan of the franchise so I have no doubt that he played Geralt to perfection as with all his other roles.” you nodded solemnly, putting a hand to your heart
Everyone in the room with you caught on that you were gushing over the actor, the sly looks they all exchanged with one another were a dead giveaway. Too bad you didn’t notice before you could try and play it cool.
“Alright! I think it’s time for the next question!” you declared, swiftly plucking another question out of the jar
By the time it was all over, you had convinced yourself that your little crush-related blunder wasn’t even a big deal, it would probably just be a little footnote in that video. No biggie.
But, Jesus Christ were you wrong.
The video took a couple of weeks to edit and in that time, you were busier than ever. A movie you had just done was getting a lot of attention, your performance in particular had critics singing your praises. At that point, you were definitely getting noticed a lot more when you stepped out for coffee.
So, the timing was just perfect.
The second the video went live, your phone was going off non stop. Twitter mentions, Instagram tags, and articles. A few notable entries being:
“WATCH: RISING STAR Y/N Y/L/N GUSHES ABOUT HENRY CAVILL IN CHARMING BUZZFEED VIDEO”
“@geraskier-rights: Y/N Y/L/N REALLY SAID SHE’D TOSS ALL HER COINS TO HENRY CAVILL’S GERALT AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS”
“@geralt-of-vengerberg: Y/N The Fond™ is showing👀👀👀”
Marge sat on your sofa with your phone in hand, absolutely thrilled while reading tweets out loud. You scheduled a panic session with her over lunch once everything blew up.
“Oh my God.” you groaned, massaging your temples. “Marge, what do I do?”
“About what?” she didn’t even bother to look up at you
You plopped yourself down next to her, laying your head in her lap, “All that. It’s everywhere.”
“And? There’s nothing wrong with it, they all think you’re charming and funny. A true Relatable Queen.”
Was it your sanity slipping through your fingers? Or the overpowering embarrassment? You had no idea but whatever it was, it had you laughing until your stomach hurt.
Marge tugged at your hair, “Get it together, bitch. Jeez.”
“What are you so worried about anyway?” she asked, placing your phone on your stomach
You swiped through your emails absentmindedly, “I’m not worried about anything, it’s just that what if…”
You left the words hanging in the air, you might as well have been dangling from a cliff from how much colour drained from your face.
“What if what?” 
Marge shoveled some pasta into her mouth before noticing that you essentially turned into a statue right next to her.
“Y/N!” she shook your arm with a grip you were sure would leave some bruises. “What’s the matter?”
Wordlessly, you passed your phone to her, the comment from a certain verified account displayed prominently on Buzzfeed’s Instagram post of a little snippet from your video, the “I’d toss all my coins to that Witcher” part, naturally.
“@henrycavill: Dear Y/N, how many coins are we talking about here? Let’s talk about my reward.”
It was all Marge could do to not throw your phone across the room. Her eyes went wide, following your every move as you paced back and forth, a thumbnail in your mouth.
“That did not just happen, I did not just see that right now. I didn’t.” you babbled, your heart beating thunderously in your chest
There it went. Your very own ticking time bomb finally went off. Number of casualties? Just one. You.
“Okay. Just calm down, Y/N.” Marge caught you mid-pace, squeezing your arms
“Maybe it was a fan account. Tell me it was a fan account, Marge. Henry Cavill did not just hear me imply what I implied.” you grasped at her hand with your clammy one
“Well if he has a fan account that’s verified and has fourteen point five million followers?”
“Oh god.” you groaned, sinking to the floor and hugging your knees
“Oh, Christ.”
Marge hauled you to your feet and thrust your phone in your hand. She looked you hard in the eye, “Stop your whining and answer him. You’re Y/N fucking Y/L/N, one of the hottest people on the planet, start acting like it.”
You stared at her, eyes wide. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. Marge’s words started to make sense in your mind and adrenaline started surging through your veins. You nodded fervently, psyching yourself up.
“Fuck yeah.” you breathed, clicking ‘Reply’
“@yourinstagram: @henrycavill I know you take orens, crowns, and florens but maybe we should discuss further?”
Before you could even stop yourself (did you even want to?), your fingers already landed on the blue paper plane.
“I did it.” you exhaled, staring as the likes and overly enthusiastic replies started pouring in
“Fuck yeah, you did. Now, come on. Leave your phone. We’re getting drunk.”
More weeks passed and you actually ended up forgetting about that little reply you left Henry Cavill. You were busier than ever. Guestings, endorsement deals, and awards shows left and right. So, when you finally had a couple of days free, you decided you would set up camp on your sofa and finally watch Henry Cavill as Geralt of Rivia.
You even threw on your Superman pyjamas, “What the hell.” you shrugged
If you were going down this road, you might as well do it right. Maybe you would even watch the Man from U.N.C.L.E after or would it be Night Hunter? The decision would have to wait.
You watched, absolutely riveted as the White Wolf battled against the kikimora, his silver sword hacked at the creature with unmatched expertise. You were only a few minutes in but you already knew you’d be stuck on that sofa for hours.
When the kikimora had Geralt pinned underwater with his trusty sword just beyond arm’s reach, you found yourself on the edge of your seat, one of your cushions in a chokehold.
“Come on, come on, come on.” you muttered as Geralt reached for his sword
You wouldn’t find out if he got it or not. A knock on your door literally made you fall off the sofa.
“Fuck!” you exclaimed, your hip was already smarting from the impact
Whoever that asshole was, you swore you were going to give him a piece of your mind. You stomped to your front door just as that idiot started knocking again.
You huffed and threw the door open then your mind immediately went blank.
“I am so sorry. Are you alright? I think I heard you fall?”
Oh yeah. You were definitely falling.
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Sunday
Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader
Word count: 518
Warnings: A little teasing, but nothing but fluff, lots of fluff.
Author’s note: Inspiration came from a Joey Moe song called ‘Smukkest på en søndag’. The song is about a person telling his/her girlfriend that they’re beautiful no matter what they wear, but they are the most beautiful on the sofa on a Sunday wearing a T-shirt. To analyse it further, it’s about being open in each other’s company, or rather that the most beautiful about a woman is when she’s brave enough to be herself.
I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader and her dog, who are figments of my imagination.
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You were awakened by the smell of bacon and coffee, and a raging headache. On the nightstand next to the bed was a glass of water and two aspirin pills. You smiled, sending a thank you to your boyfriend, who had been kind enough to think of you. The afterparty to a movie premiere you had attended the day before had been wild, like really crazy. You didn’t remember much after your fifth cocktail, but you did remember dancing the night away with friends.
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My Favorite Cardio
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Pairing: Henry Cavill x wife!reader
Summary: When he gives you that look, you know you’re in for it. Basically porn without plot.
Warnings: RPF. Cursing. SMUT. Oral (F receiving), bondage, dom/sub vibes, slight pain kink, slight choking kink, unprotected sex (P in V). Use of pet names
A/N: inspired by Henry’s interview about how he gets his cardio 😉
“Well that was quite the interview, babe,” you said with a smirk when your husband came into the living room.
Henry chuckled lightly. “You saw that, huh?”
“I got 30 text messages from family and friends with links to the video literally 10 minutes after it aired.”
He blushed. “Sorry, sweets. I didn’t know how to respond and I panicked.”
You laughed warmly. “Well you didn’t lie…”
He grinned. “You’re my favorite cardio.”
“I think I prefer running,” you teased.
His expression darkened and he gave you an almost predatory look. You felt wetness pool in your panties and you bit your lip as you stared at him.
“You sure you wanna tease me right now, (Y/N)?”
You shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s kinda fun.”
He took a step towards you, arms folded across his chest. “Yeah? You know the rules, sweets.”
“Rules?” you asked, tone light. “I can’t seem to remember any rules.” You knew exactly what your bratty behavior would do to him and you couldn’t wait for your reward.
He crossed the room in a moment, bending down to pin you against the couch, arms on either side of your body. His pupils were blown with lust and desire oozed from every pore in his body. “It sounds like you need to be reminded, princess.”
You nearly moaned at the pet name. Whenever Henry called you princess, you knew he was going to dominate the hell out of you.
Your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by your husband. “You want me to remind you? I’d be more than happy to put you back in your place.”
“My place?” you teased.
Henry let out a low growl. “Get your ass into the bedroom so I can fuck the brat out of you.”
You loved when he spoke so harshly to you. Your pussy was dripping and you had to rub your thighs together as you stood up, desperate for some kind of relief.
Once again, Henry noticed. “Already desperate, baby? Such a sweet little slut,” he murmured as he slapped your ass.
You gasped in surprise at the intensity of his smack. You turned to look at him, eyes filled with intense need. “Only for you, sir.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Bed. Now.”
You ran into the bedroom, tearing clothes off as you went, Henry not far behind you. You flopped down onto the bed, completely bare, as your husband entered the room in nothing but his tie and boxer briefs.
Your mouth watered as you took in his gorgeous body. Your entire body pulsated with need and you wanted to drag the man on top of you and use him for your own pleasure.
“Hands on the headboard,” he said firmly as he came up to the head of the bed.
You did as you were told, watching him secure your wrists to the headboard with handcuffs. He took off his tie and used it to blindfold you.
You whimpered softly, earning a much softer tone from Henry. “You okay with this, sweets?”
You nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He grinned. “That’s my good girl.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss to your forehead. “Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
You nodded again.
“Words, pretty girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perfect.”
You hated not being able to see what he was doing, but you couldn’t deny that you were more turned on than you’d been in ages. Henry was usually a pretty soft dom, but in moments like these, you weren’t sure what he would do. He could be deliciously brutal when he wanted to be.
You could hear Henry moving around, and you were dying to see what he was doing. You whimpered softly and tugged at the handcuffs, trying fruitlessly to escape them. “Henry,” you whined.
“Patience, my love.” His voice carried to you from the other side of the room and you once again wondered what he was doing.
You were soon informed by a light tickling sensation on your feet. You giggled lightly, unable to contain the sound as the sensation traveled up one leg and down the other.
You knew without being able to see that Henry had pulled out some of his favorite items from the sex box in your closet. The current one was a feathered tickling wand that he just loved to tease you with.
“You know there is absolutely no need to torture me, Hen. I’ll be good, I promise,” you say softly.
“Oh my sweet girl, we are past the point of promises. You behave like a brat, you get treated like one.”
With that, Henry went back to teasing you relentlessly with the feathers, never once giving you the firm touch you really needed.
After several minutes, you heard the telltale sound of a vibrator being turned on. Moments later, you felt the cool silicone against your burning pussy, eliciting a gasping moan from you.
Instead of giving you what he knew you wanted, Henry slowly inserted the vibrating dildo into your dripping hole and left it there.
You whined and shifted your hips, trying to get more friction where you really needed it. “Henry, please,” you begged.
You felt a harsh slap against your thigh. “What did you call me?”
You bit your lip. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to, I just want you so badly.”
"It's okay, baby girl, I know you do." You felt his hot breath against your ear. "But I'm gonna take as much time as I want."
He nipped at your ear gently before once again pulling away. You groaned in frustration, but kept your thoughts to yourself to avoid further punishment.
To your surprise, you felt a sharp swat against your inner thigh. You gasped loudly as another smack hit your thigh. You whimpered softly and desperately tried to close your legs, but Henry's large body was wedged between them. He chuckled lightly and gently rubbed your thigh.
You felt a pinch on your left nipple, followed by a pinch to your right, as Henry secured his favorite nipple clamps to your breasts. Before you could say a single word, you felt the riding crop smack against your thigh again.
You loved the way he tortured you, the pain a welcome feeling, but you were begging him to give you some relief. "Sir, please," you whimpered.
"Please what, pretty girl?"
"I need you, sir, please."
"Aww, my sweet girl needs me to touch her sexy little body?" he teased.
"Please," you whimpered again.
You felt his large hands rest against your hips. "How could I possibly deny you, my love?" His voice was low and affectionate, but you knew he would be as harsh and as rough as he liked.
Henry got off the bed and you whined again, already missing his touch.
"Be patient, love," he insisted.
You heard him removing his boxer briefs and your mouth began to water involuntarily. Your hips jerked up, seeking any kind of friction, but there was none to be found.
"You're so needy," he teased as he grabbed your left ankle.
To your surprise, he wrapped a soft rope around your ankle and secured it to the end of the bed. "Can't have you moving around," he said as he quickly secured your other ankle.
By the time Henry actually got back on top of you, your entire body was on fire with a desire so intense that you were finding it very difficult to think.
When his large hands gripped your thighs, you whimpered softly. He ignored you and slid a single finger between your folds, collecting a large amount of slick.
"You're so wet for me, sweets." You felt his finger against your lips and he said, "Open up."
You did as you're told, and he slides his finger into your mouth. You moan softly as you taste yourself on your tongue. Henry gripped your jaw and held you still as you sucked his finger clean.
"That's it, baby. So sexy."
When he removed his finger, he pulled the dildo out of your pussy and shut it off. You whimpered at the loss of contact, desperation to feel him touch you threatened to overwhelm you.
"Shh," he whispered. "Such a needy little thing."
Your hips jerked up, your body desperately seeking relief anywhere it could be found. You couldn't see him, but you were certain Henry was purposefully shifting to avoid touching you where you needed him most. It was driving you crazy, and you started begging in earnest.
"Please, sir, touch me. Just do something, anything. I'll do whatever you want sir, just please...please," you whimpered.
Henry's large, warm hands gently caressed your thighs. "I could never deny such sweet pleas, my love. You clearly need me, so I shall oblige."
You could hear the movement, as well as feel his body shifting around, but no matter how you shifted your head, you couldn't see what he was doing. Was he about to thrust into you? Finger you? Eat you out?
Seconds later, you found out as he licked a thick stripe up your pussy, moaning at the taste. You gasped at the sensation, your body overly sensitive from all the teasing.
He moved slowly, taking his time licking you and sucking at your clit, ignoring your pleas to speed it up. It was obvious he was in control and he wasn't going to give it up that easily.
As he continued eating you out, your brain was filled with blinding pleasure. All you wanted was to grab his hair and push him into your pussy...but you couldn't move. You wriggled against the bonds on your legs and arms, struggling to free yourself so you could touch him.
Henry felt your movements and lifted his head to look at your face. Even with your eyes covered, he could see how desperate you were. "What's wrong sweet girl?"
"I--I wanna touch you, sir. Need to. Please."
Henry hummed approvingly, but made no move to untie you. "Beg for me, pretty baby."
You started rambling, words pouring from your mouth almost nonsensically. "Need touch you please can't take it please sir I need you wanna feel you please."
He laughed at your garbled words. "I love it when you beg, baby, but I'm sorry. I'm just not ready to untie you yet." Without another word, he dove back in, eating you out with renewed vigor.
You cried out in pleasure, your climax building within you. Somehow, not being able to touch him only made the pleasure more intense. It took him no time at all to have you falling apart on his lips, his tongue lapping up your juices as you came.
Your body jerked beneath him as he continued to suck on your clit, even after you'd come down from your high. Your whimpers of "too sensitive" fell on deaf ears, but they quickly turned to moans of pleasure as your second orgasm began to near.
After you came a second time, Henry finally relented, head lifting from beneath your thighs to kiss your skin as he moved up your body. He kissed your lips, allowing you another taste of your release, and you moaned desperately.
"Baby, please," you whimpered. "Please let me touch you."
Henry had actually been considering releasing you up until that moment. "Sorry, sweets...but you didn't call me by my title, so you're gonna have to wait a while longer."
"Nonononononono please, sir. I'm sorry, please. Please just untie me, sir, please."
The desperation in your voice made him pause for a moment, his dominant demeanor breaking for a second. "What's your color, my love?"
"Green," you responded instantly.
He grinned and kissed you softly. "Good girl." He sat back up, admiring your body as it writhed beneath him, begging to be touched. "Now...where was I?"
"About to let me go?" you tried.
He chuckled. "Nice try, baby." You felt him shift so he was back between your legs. "I think I remember now."
You felt the tip of his cock tease your entrance and you gasped at the feeling. Even after years of fucking him, his cock still stretched you to an almost painful level, but there was no better feeling in the world.
"Please," you whispered.
Henry wanted to keep teasing you, to deny you some more, but he was finding it more and more difficult by the second. He needed to fuck you and he needed it now.
Normally, he would give you a moment to stretch out, take his time, go slowly, but tonight he was simply too far gone. He couldn't wait.
His cock slammed into your pussy in one quick thrust, eliciting a sharp gasping moan from your throat. He instantly set a brutal pace, hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew there would be bruises tomorrow.
"Fuck, baby girl, feels so good. You're so fucking tiny," he groaned.
You were too far gone to formulate any coherent words, moans all you managed in response.
"Tight little pussy squeezing me so well," he mumbled. "Makes me wanna stay here forever."
His cock was hitting all the right spots, making the pressure build in your abdomen. He could feel how close you were, so his pace never relented. "I know you're close, baby girl."
You hummed in response, silently begging him to never stop.
He thought about it for a moment, but decided against making you wait. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted at least two more orgasms from you before he came. "Come for me, baby," he whispered.
His command shattered you, orgasm pulsating through your body with such force that you screamed his name.
He had to slow down his thrusts as you came, pussy clenching him so hard he almost lost control. "Shit, baby. You gotta stop doing that or I'm gonna come."
Your body shook with aftershocks as Henry gently rubbed your aching muscles. "Sir, please," you whimpered.
"What is it, darling?"
"Let me touch you," you practically sobbed.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. You've been so good." Henry moved to uncuff you, quickly releasing your hands from their hold.
You grabbed at him immediately, wanting to feel his skin against yours. "Can I see you?" you asked softly.
He smiled and slowly removed your blindfold. "Hey beautiful," he whispered.
Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes fluttered open, landing on his incredibly handsome face. His curls were wild, his chest shone with sweat, and his cock was still inside of you...it was easily the sexiest image you'd ever seen.
He grinned, noticing your expression. "See something you like?"
"Mhmm...You're pretty cute," you teased.
He chuckled warmly, preening under your appreciative gaze. He shifted slightly, causing you to gasp as his cock moved inside of you. His eyes darkened and his hands slid up your body, tracing the curves he found along the way. "I'm not quite finished with you, my love."
Your eyes widened. You knew he hadn't come yet, but you figured he would let you off the hook, having come several times already yourself.
He saw your slightly panicked expression and grinned wolfishly. "Just one more, baby. You can do that for me."
"I'm not sure--"
He cut you off with a particularly strong thrust. "You were saying?"
"Don't stop," you gasped.
"That's what I thought," he said smugly, hips once again setting an intense pace.
Your legs were still tied to the end of the bed, which only heightened your experience...you couldn't get away from him if you tried, not that you wanted to. He was pounding into you with such force that you would have been slammed into the headboard if your legs weren't secured.
It didn't take long for you to be so far gone that all you could do was cling to his body, nails digging into his flesh. "Close," you mumbled.
Henry grinned. "I know baby girl. I can feel you squeezing me."
He reached between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with ease. He gently teased the sensitive nub as he continued to fuck you into the mattress.
Your moans shook the walls, mixing with his deep groans of pleasure. Through your haze, you could see that he was close. His eyebrows were weaved together in concentration, eyes focusing on a spot just above your head.
He'd been teasing you relentlessly since he got home, so you decided it was only fair to get back at him. "Look at me, baby," you whispered.
His eyes dropped to yours and you immediately clenched your pussy tightly.
"Fuck," he growled, body straining with the effort of staving off his orgasm. "What do you think you're doing, (Y/N)?"
You smiled. "Giving you a taste of your own medicine."
He raised a single eyebrow, eyes still glued to yours. Normally he would have corrected you, reminded you that you were his to command, but he secretly loved it when you took the reins.
You slid your own hand between your bodies, knocking his out of the way and taking over massaging your clit. "Keep your eyes on me handsome, and don't come until I tell you to."
His eyes widened slightly, but he nodded his agreement.
"Henry," you warned.
"Yes, ma'am. I won't come until you tell me to."
You smiled. "Good boy. Now, fuck me like you mean it."
Henry renewed his pace, quickly bringing your orgasm closer. You matched his pace against your clit, pussy clenching every few seconds to urge him on.
He was beginning to truly struggle, body so close to the edge he could barely breathe. His eyes closed as he thrust into you, but fluttered back open when he felt you grab his jaw.
"Eyes. On. Me," you said firmly.
The intensity of your gaze nearly pushed him over the edge, and he found himself begging you for permission to come. "Can't take much more, baby. Need to come. Please."
You enjoyed the neediness in his voice, and even though your own orgasm was impending, you decided to prolong his pain just a while longer. "Not yet, handsome. Be patient."
He groaned and his hand snaked up your chest, landing directly at the base of your neck. He might be letting you have some control, but he wanted you to know that you were still at his mercy.
He also knew exactly what that action would do to you, even without any pressure. You gasped in pleasure, the feeling of euphoria mere seconds away. "Come with me baby," you ordered, finally allowing yourself to orgasm.
Henry's hips stuttered as he came, filling you with his spend. He thrust a few more times as he emptied within you, voice hoarse and broken, a mixture of curses and your name falling from his lips.
When he was finally spent, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You immediately wrapped your arms around his large frame, entangling your fingers in his curly hair.
The two of you laid like that for some time before he broke the comfortable silence. "I think we need to do cardio more often, I'm exhausted."
You laughed lightly. "You're exhausted? I came...three times? Or four? I can't remember."
He shifted, lifting his torso off you, angling his head to look at your pretty face. "It was four," he said with a grin.
You rolled your eyes and shook your head good-naturedly. "My apologies, sir. I shall endeavor to count next time."
His eyes lit up. "Oh that's a good idea, sweets. I should make you count them."
You groaned. "I regret opening my mouth."
"You love me," he teased.
"You know I do."
He kissed you sweetly before sitting up completely and dragging himself off the bed. "Not as much as I love you," he said softly.
He disappeared into the en suite, returning a few moments later with a warm, wet towel, which he used to clean you up. He took his time, admiring your body and all the love marks he'd made on your skin. He liked the idea of you walking around with the evidence of his adoration adorning your body.
Once you were clean, he laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. You laid your head on his chest and let out a sigh, "I love you, Hen."
He kissed the top of your head and squeezed you tightly. "I love you too, sweets."
You quickly fell asleep, but Henry laid awake for a while, basking in the feeling of your warm body in his arms, along with the afterglow of the best cardio a man could ask for.
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well,i saw these prompts“you’re drinking again,aren’t you?” “you said you’d stop drinking!” “and you said you wouldn’t hurt me!”and i thought it would be a super angsty fic with bucky/seb:)maybe they were dating and reader stopped drinking thanks to him and then they broke up in bad ways and reader had a relapse?and when he realized that reader had a relapse he got really worried and take care of her?idk you can change things if you want,these are just my ideas:)maybe with a happy ending? ILY♥️
Come Back to Me
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
���️Warnings: Fighting, angst, drug abuse, fluffy ending, caring Bucky, Relapsing, addiction, needles, heroin, but overall just fluff and a really careing Bubky (intended) Barnes:)⚠️
Prompt: Shown above^^ (thank you lovely nonnie! Ily2!❤️)
A/n: this is a heavy topic to write about. I hope this does not trigger anything. I am new when it comes to writing about drugs. But I have watched a lot of movies and read a lot of books dealing with drugs. I have also experienced alcohol addiction first hand and have actually been abused because of someone’s addiction. So this may be a bit hard to understand or read. So please read the warnings! Also!! I did change it up quite a bit actually. Instead of drinking, it is drugs. So please once again, Read the Warnings. It is my number one priority to satisfy you guys, not scare you.
@jobean12-blog @bugsbucky @finleyjayne @buckybarnesthehotshot @abbyalee @buckys-henley
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“Congratulations!!” A celebratory dinner was arranged by your beloved boyfriend Bucky. 6 long months. 6 long months to sobriety. Not one smoke, not one sniff, not one shot. I detoxed 5 months ago after stopping. Bucky helped me stop taking the drugs. he helped me clean myself up, get a job, find my family again.
The memory replayed in your brain numerous times while you shook. Each breath you took, you felt your eyes water even more. The reminder of the feeling came on your arms and your toes. The pricks of small shots hitting your skin.
You had to feel it again.
You knew where you hid it, and you hid it good. You broke the streak you were trying so hard not to break. You broke the promise that you made Bucky 6 months ago. You promised you wouldn’t take it back up, but that didn’t last long. Did it.
⚠️gore warning (needles and heroine)⚠️
You injected the needle into the crevas of your elbow. The cool liquid felt good on your hot skin and heated veins. But the sensation soon took a turn. The skin looked flushed, your mouth was dry. Yet all of this felt so heavenly. Your mind was in a clouded state where all you could think about was the white static of a television.
Your stomach was getting an odd pressure on it. It didn’t feel like a stomach ache, but at the same time it felt like someone was scraping a knife in the pit of your abdomen. You stumbled your way into the bathroom to try and get anything out of your system. All that came out of your mouth was stomach acid. Soon you just found yourself falling to your bed. The lightheadedness soon faded into a drowsy, drunk like state. The pillow underneath your head was getting soaked by a bloody nose, and drool by the second.
On the bright side, you’ll finally be able to sleep tonight.
What you didn’t expect to happen, was Bucky knocking on your door. You didn’t hear it, but you knew he was there. When you didn’t answer at the 7th knock, he opened the door. It wasn’t locked? Hm. You could have sworn you locked it. You didn’t want saving. Especially from an ex. It was a bad break up. Things were said. Things were done. And nothing you could do would make up for what happened that night. Bucky loved you. And you loved Bucky. But with the Avengers and your addiction, it just didn’t mix. But that all changed tonight.
You couldn’t hide the mess in your apartment. The needles, syringes, and the drug itself were scattered around on the floor. And Bucky saw all of it. “You promised. You said you would stop!!” His voice was a mere echo in your fogged brain. Your eyes wouldn’t open. Your ears wouldn’t listen. And Bucky didn’t know about the relapse.
He flipped you over onto your back and tried to find a pulse. Luckily it was there, but it was faint. He shook your shoulders, and you could barely open your eyes. Bucky had to hold them open to try and see what was wrong. He couldn’t do anything other than get help. He called Tony and Steve, and they quickly met Bucky at your apartment. They made sure you were ok and still alive, and took you back to the lab with them. Bucky had ran right along with you. Holding your shaking, cold hand the whole time.Bruce was able to get a lot of the drug out of your system.
But the only part left, was the regret.
Bucky knew you were sorry, he knew the break up was bad. But he still cared for you. He still loved you. And you knew you still loved him.
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When you woke up, you heard the steady beeping of a heart monitor. You looked around at the dimly lit room, and met the blue eyes of Bucky. You sighed and said “Buck, I’m-” he stopped you. “Save it Y/n. You said you wouldn’t hurt me. And look at what you are doing. Seeing you suffering is the most pain I have ever been in. That poison you put in your body never helps. It didn’t cure anything. I wanted to help you and it feels like you just threw it all away.” Tears were forming in your blood shot eyes. “Listen. I know the break up was hard. And I knew that you would come back to this. But it looks as if I was too late. Bruce said you could have died if you injected anymore of that stuff.” You sighed and draped your arm over your eyes. You felt Buckys hand slip into yours and he said “I’m here now. Wait.”
Deep down he knew it wasnt about the break up just like you knew that. His eyes widened as he realized now that you were relapsing. He knelt down on the floor to get as close as he could to you. “Dove I didn’t think-” You shook your head and said in the strongest voice you had “Bucky, please. Please don’t go.” He held your hand tighter, and said “I’m not going anywhere love. I need to ask you a question and I need you to answer truthfully.” You nodded and held his hand tighter as well. “Was this a relapse?” Tears fell from your eyes as you nodded. “It wasn’t that long ago. I knew I wouldn’t last.” Bucky sat on the bed and you immediately scooted over. Not out of fear or disgust, no. You were making room for him.
You patted the spot next to you and he laid down with you. His right arm over your shoulders, and his left arm holding on to your arm that was laid across his stomach. He whispered, “I was worried abkut you. I just had a feeling somethjng would go wrong. But I will be here every minute until you have at least 2 years under your belt of no drugs. I know you can do it Y/n/n. I believe in you. You just have to believe in yourself.” You smiled and looked up at him. “We’re you actually worried? I thought you hated me. I figured that no one would come because I’m such a disappointment.”
Bucky turned a little bit and took your face gently in his hand. “Doll, don’t you think for one second that you are a disappointment. We all have gone through our own challeneges. Some worse than others. But you are not alone in this. Steve, Nat, Wanda, Sam, Thor, Loki, Tony, Pepper, Peter, and the rest of the team will always have your back. Me most of all. Beucase you know what doll? I still love you.” You sat up just a little bit. You were hiding the feelings deep down of your love for him too. “You really do?” You asked in a small and innocent voice. “Yes love. I do.”
You leaned up and connected your lips with his. He pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. When you both pulled away, you sighed and closed your eyes laying on his chest. “I love you Bucky Bear. You’re my hero.”
“Don’t worry about it dove. I’ll always be here no matter the circumstances.” That night, you were able to fall asleep peacefully in the arms of the man you loved. And you felt safe once again. It would be a hard journey, but it is one that you know for certain you won’t be riding alone.
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Sensitive Topic - A "Looking For a Heartbeat" One-Shot
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Six years have passed since Bucky and you got back together. You are married and you’re pregnant with your second child. Everything’s great. Until a very sensitive topic from your past comes back to haunt you.
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Fluff, Mention of Past Relationships, Part of a Series, Pregnancy kink, Pregnancy sex.
Based on this request: Smutty idea:
Sometime after they got back together, Reader goes through a brief period where she feels insecure about Bucky and Anna's past relationship and intimacy, so Bucky shows her all the ways in which he only ever touched and made love to Reader, not Anna.
A/N: Thank you Anon for the request/idea (sorry for taking so long), and thank you @flordeamatista for being such an amazing beta.
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It's been six years.
Six. Fucking. Years.
You keep telling that to yourself, sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, running your hand with a wedding ring over your swelling belly.
You are married and pregnant with your second child with him.
And he loves you.
You.
So why the hell is your mind drifting back to that particular topic… that very sensitive topic, making your nerves burn with that twisted little feeling in your gut?
Jealousy…
Maybe you can blame it on the mess of hormones you’ve been going through. You don’t remember being quite like that when you were pregnant with Summer, your first child. The mood swings weren't constant then.
This second pregnancy, though, has been all about feelings swirling inside you unbidden. One second you could be laughing and dancing with Summer at one of her cartoons, the next you would be bawling your eyes out at the same fucking cartoon.
All of your feelings are mixed up. This one right here being the newest addition to the pack.
And it sucks. It so fucking sucks.
10 minutes before…
A light humming escapes your lips as you set the lemonade jar and glass on the trail. A smile plasters  your face as you grab the set and head towards the new room.
The new baby’s nursery.
Your second daughter. 
Well, he doesn't know it's a daughter. With Summer, your first, he chose to discover the sex, while you preferred to wait. Now he chose otherwise while you knew the sex. 
You can't wait to see his face when he sees a baby girl. He’s such an amazing dad to Summer and already is for this one, whose name you still must figure out. You have yet to talk about the options, but between your work with the Avengers and his own as a stay at home dad (as he so proudly likes to call himself), time is short. Just now, he’s taking the little time Summer is at School to work on the new nursery.
Jesus, that firecracker of a girl is already a handful.With two of them, what are you and Bucky going to do? The thought makes you smile fondly.
Your memory flashes back to six years ago, when you were preparing lemonade for Bucky and Steve, who were working on Summer's bedroom.But that time you weren’t married still. 
God…you had no idea what you two were at that time, practically living together, pining for each other like crazy, but none of you daring to step further, too scared to do so.
The memory makes you smile harder. You almost kissed him while he felt Summer kicking, placing his hands on your belly for the first time… only to be cockblocked by Steve…
Now, looking at the life you two have built together, that time seems like it happened ages ago. Another life. You know now that everything happened as it should be and you’re exactly where you are supposed to be. 
With him and your little family.
And well, no Steve this time, you chuckle to yourself pushing the door to the nursery with your elbow.
The view before you makes you suck in the chuckle down your throat.
Bucky.
Your husband.
Shirtless.
Sweaty back to you as he’s up on a ladder, finishing to stick the teddy bear’s wallpaper. Pants hang low on his slim waist. Back muscles flex with the movement of his arms.
His fucking hair half loose half pulled back in a high bun. Like a damn warrior… an extremely hot one.  
Goddammit.That man knows how to make your throat dry and you breath hitch without even trying. A sweet little coil twists your belly and lower. The tray feels heavy in your hands while your thoughts turn into images of you running your tongue up the muscles of his back to his neck, wrapping your arms around his broad frame and feeling his warmth against yours.
That’s when it hits.
And everything shifts.
Did she ever do that to him?
Did she ever touch him like that?
Did he like it when she touched him?
The mere thought is unbearable, agonizing.Cold lodges in your chest, freezing out all the growing heat you just felt. 
You don’t wait to see if he knew you were there before you leave the tray on the working table and head to the living room with heavy feet to sulk on the couch where you are now.
Fuck. 
You’re sure the trip down to memory lane ended up driving your thoughts to her.
Anna.
You haven’t thought of her in ages. The woman Bucky was in a relationship for the first months of your pregnancy with Summer. As much as it hurts to admit and remember, he wasn’t there with you then.
He was with her.
But in all honesty, you know you have no reason to be thinking of her now or to be feeling like you are. You and Bucky have been through so much to get where you are now and you love each other. 
He loves you and only you, there’s no doubt of that.
Reason, however, is not what’s guiding your feelings now and bile rushes up your throat at the intrusive images of them touching each other. Of him touching her in a way he touches you now.
She got to see him, hold him, touch him. He touched her. You can't get rid of the thoughts.
He had sex with her.
The two of you have talked about his relationship with Anna, but you never actually got to that specific topic. He hasn't spoken out loud, and you haven't pushed it with him.
But you knew, of course, you knew. 
After all, he was trying hard to make things work with her. And she’s a woman, a beautiful one, and he, well… he’s simply the type of man no woman would kick out of their beds, especially if they’re in love with him like she was.  
Your jaw clenches, but you don’t need to turn your head towards the entrance to know he’s there. Don’t need to look at him to know there’s worry etched on his face as he takes you in, sitting there blatantly ignoring him.
“Hey,” he’s smart enough to keep himself halted as he calls you with his soft voice, “Are you ok?”
“Yes.”
“Sweetheart…” He tries and you huff, turning even more away from him.
That’s when he can’t help himself and rushes inside the living room. Kneeling on the carpet right in front of you, he places his hands gently on your knees.
“What’s going on? Did I do something?” He pleads softly.
There’s a hitch on his tone that makes you finally look at him. His beautiful blue eyes are ​​focusedon your face, searching in almost desperation for any sign of what might be happening to you.
The anger you were feeling melts just like that.
“No, my love, no…” You sigh in almost defeat and your hand cups his face instinctively, caressing the light stub shadowing his jaw. You shake your head and then turn away from him, not bearing to look at him when you add, “It´s stupid… You’ll think I’m so stupid.”
“Well… Try me.”
When you glance back at him your eyes catch his bare chest and it’s her hand you picture running over his skin. Your jaw clenches at the offending picture in your mind and that fire, not the good one, starts burning again.
“Was it good?” You shoot.
“What was good?”
“With Anna.” You shift, making his hands drop from your knees.
“What?” He frowns and tilts his head at you.
“Sex with Anna… Was it good?” You keep the sharpness in your voice and cross your arms in front of your chest, staring right at him.
The frown deepens on his forehead and his lips part, as if looking for something to say and finding nothing. Sheer confusion twists his face.  
“Fuck…” You sigh, covering your face with your hands for just a moment before looking back at him, holding back the tears threatening to spill. “Forget it, it’s stupid.” You repeat, shaking your head.
As he stares back at you, the confusion on his features starts settling into something else.  Something you take as.. empathy?
“It’s not stupid if it’s making you feel bad.” He states matter-of-factly. 
“It's just the hormones.” You try to brush it off with a laugh but it just sounds forced, even to your ears. You look away.
But, apparently, Bucky’s having none of it.  There’s no trace of mock or amusement on him as he swiftly gets up to sit beside you, his front completely turned to you. Ever so gently, he takes your hands in his and places a kiss on the back of them. The sweet gesture makes your heart jump and you slowly shift to face him as well.
“Tell me what’s on your mind.” He asks, running his thumb over your hands, which he rests on his lap, linked to his.
His words come so naturally to him. Because that’s how it’s been now. You two talk. And it’s been the key to your happiness all these years. So you do just that. You talk to him.
“It’s just…” You look briefly to the floor before gathering the braveness to look back at him. “We never really talked about how far your relationship with Anna went. I know that you two cared for each other and I know. I swear I know that it’s in the past and you love me.” You make sure to make that very clear to him, before shrugging, “But I– Fuck– Something made me think of it, just now, and I kept thinking about you two…”
You take a deep breath. His soft eyes on you the whole time, his willingness to listen prompting you to speak, “You two in bed together… I kept wondering what it really meant for you. How did it happen? How did you feel?.Was it good? I mean–she’s beautiful and–Shit,” You curse under your breath, interrupting your blabbering for a second with a shake of your head, “I know it doesn’t make sense. I’m so-”
“Hey. hey,” He cuts you in, softly squeezing your hands before you could blurt out an apology. “Have I ever told you how I felt when you brought Harry over for that first time? Steve’s birthday, remember?”
You cock your head at him. Almost amused by the absurdity of you and Harry - the man you met at a supporting group - being anything more than friends. Even before you found out he and Natasha had hooked up (and then married), you had never seen Harry like that. You had a suspicion Bucky had been a little jealous back then, but you never really talked about that either.
“Harry? Are you serious?” You ask. A little smile on your lips.
“Dead serious,” he admits, nodding, “I wanted to kill the bastard. I felt like shit. And, honestly, it took me a long while to get over the feeling, even when I found out the guy was head over heels for Nat.” He blows out a puff of air, “Trust me, I understand.”
You let out a breathy smile. He smiles too.
But it's brief.  
“I did have sex with Anna when I was with her.” He estates, his face serious again.
Your jaw clenches, the small amusement from seconds earlier vanishing into the air. You know that. It’s the whole reason for that conversation. But that doesn’t make it easy to hear it from him.
“You ask me if it was good?” He continues when you don’t say anything, “When I had sex with Anna, it was always an attempt at something. Trying, trying… It was always something like… an effort.”
You gulp at the admission, and he shrugs, not once avoiding your gaze, “It never felt…” He sighs, searching for the word. “Natural. It never felt natural. So, no. I don’t think good really applies to what it was. Not really. It may make me a jerk to say it, but that’s the truth.”
You have no idea what to say to him. All of a sudden, you wish you hadn’t started that conversation at all. You feel like he’s just revealed something you should be satisfied with, happy even.
But you don’t really know how it makes you feel.
If you would guess, you would say you feel sorry for himand her, even. How hard it must’ve been. To be in a relationship meant and designed in every aspect to make one of them forget someone else.   
“And that’s because it wasn’t you.”  
As he whispered his words, your breath caught. He reaches his hand, running the back of his fingers over your cheek. You lean against his touch. You have no idea why, but right now you feel so glad you’re here with him, like this. That horrible time in the past. 
“It could be her or anyone else. It would never mean or feel like it is with you. And it would definitely never be as good. Not even close.”
He holds your stare and you do it back. So many feelings, so much has gone between you two. Good and bad. All so you could live your love as you can today. He’s looking at you as if he’s feeling all that, too.
And he’s as glad as you are.
“I fucking love you.” His jaw clenches, as if the words come out of him filled with some kind of deep force.
“I love you.” You take in a shuddering breath, letting the mighty power those words carry rush over you.
He shifts on his seat and something in his gaze changes. Just like that, the atmosphere turns into something else.
Oh.
Oh.
The hormones inside of you are quick to notice the change as something you can only describe as a burning flame twists in your lower belly. You bite your lip, looking down at his. So soft. So lust and delicious.
So yours.  
Before you could even think to lean in, he swiftly grabs you and puts you across his lap.
“It’s like my body was made for you.” His voice is low as his hold on your waist tightens. “You drive me fucking crazy… the way you smell…so good.”
He tips his head to run his nose over the dip between your neck and shoulder. Taking in and relishing in your scent.
Your eyes flutter.  Your core cries for attention as you feel him already hardening against your ass.
“That thing you do with your fingers on my neck.” He grabs your hand to place it on the spot he just mentioned. You promptly do that little move you know he’s crazy about.
“Yeah, fuck,” he whispers and places a kiss on your neck, making a shiver run down your spine.
“Bucky…” you plead.
“The way you ride me.” He ignores your plea and keeps running his lips on your neck between words. 
Desirous words that make your mind spin. “You sound so beautiful when my cock is inside you. Your fucking breasts...”
He shows you his meaning by grabbing a handful of one of your breasts through your dress. It prompts a whimper out of you and your fingers dip into his locks, undoing his bun in the process.   
“God you’re fucking sexy, I have to hold myself back sometimes when there’s people around…But there’s no one here… Right, sweetheart?” His voice turns infinitely lower as his metal hand snakes under your dress.
That morning you had decided for a simple short tank top dress with a loose fitting to prepare yourself for the heat you’ve been feeling all the time.  You had no idea how much it would come in handy.
Fuck. 
You want him so damn much. So damn much it’s burning you. But the bastard, the bastard, keeps his touch under the skirt almost chaste, just massaging the skin and flesh of your thighs.
Not being able to hold yourself any longer, you turn his face to yours  and grab his lips in a kiss. The movement is harsh, almost violent. Pouring all your need and desire for him in there.
Responding to the kiss with the same ferocity, bucky fiercely moves your hips with his metal hand and grounds you against the hardness beneath you.
“Do you see what you do to me? Huh?” His voice is hoarse against your lips. His hand moves with you, but he doesn't really have to make any effort as your body moves on its own accord, grinding itself against his.
Longing for a breath, his lips part from your as he leans his forehead against your, “Is it like that for you too? Tell me you want me as much as I want you. All the fucking time.” He grits out.
Words evade you as your hips keep moving against him, chasing a release for the burning sparkles inside your core. So, as a way to show him, you grab his flesh hand under your dress and move higher, moving it under your underwear.
You’re soaked.
He lets out a harsh groan and you bet it’s pure primal instinct when his fingers start to move against your most sensitive spots. 
Moaning at the sensation, you bring your arms around his neck, and work on kissing every little piece of him you can reach. His ears, cheeks, temple, lips, neck, his touch is so right. Just where he knows drives you crazy.
God, you love how much he knows you.
You roll your hips in a frenetic rhythm, practically riding his hand and feeling how impossibly harder he’s getting beneath you.
As if he’s feeling the exact same thing, he lets out a guttural groan, “I love you. I want you so much.” His voice rasps as he leans back to look at you. “You’re gonna come for me.” He states rather than ask, and fuck if don’t almost melt at the mix of dominance and desperation of his tone.
You grind harder against his hand, ragged breaths slipping out of your parted lips while you stare right back at him.
“I need to feel you, I need to see you, fuck– I need you.” He pulls down the straps of your dress, leaving your dress bunched up in the middle and baring your breasts for him. He lets out a satisfied hum before dipping his head to suck at one of them.
You let out a loud moan and you arch against his lips with the intensity of your climax, that comes without warning.  This only prompts Bucky to suck your breasts harder, going from one to the other with ravenous appetite while you come undone around his fingers
In a reflex, you quickly pull his hand away, the sensations too much, and drop your body limp against him.
You stay like that, sucking in some much needed breaths inside your lungs as he lazily kisses your bare shoulders, wrapping his arms around you.
It’s only instinct, primal and hungry instinct, when you start moving your body, grinding against his hardness, even if the angle of you sitting across his body just doesn’t allow you much. 
“Hmm…” His hands travel around over you, “Do you want my cock, babe?” He offers in a sultry whisper.
“You did say something about riding.” You manage to let out between your still panting breathing.
He chuckles and bites his lower lip as, in a swift move, you adjust yourself on his lap, facing forward, while your back is to his chest.  
Both of you don’t want to waste any time, so, as you lift a little to pull your underwear to the side, he makes quick work of pushing down his pants. What a sight it is to watch from behind you his thick and hard cock bobbing against his stomach.
He catches your hungry stare and makes a show of giving it a few bumps, “Come and get it. It’s all yours.”
You don’t need to be told twice before you align your entrance to his tip and, with his help, make your descent to sit on him again.
Your eyes shutter and your lips part at the familiar stretch, “Goddammit you feel good.” You breathe, already bringing your hand to circle your clit as you feel him bottom up.
Bucky huffs through his teeth, “Right back at you, honey.” He circles his metal arm around you, grabbing a handful of your breast, as you start moving.
“Fuck… Yeah, baby, that’s it.” He praises, kneading the soft flesh in his hand as you pick up your rhythm.
You're a mess at this point, your dress is a mess, your body is a mess, but you don't care, all you can feel is his cock inside you and your hand on your clit.
All you can listen to is his loud moans mingling with your ragged pants as you ride him hard and fast, your ass bumping against him while he runs his tongue over your back.
You cry out and your pace falters at the electric sensation of your pleasure. “Bucky,” you let out a vicious sound when your second climax reaches you like a wave, making your legs tremble. Your pussy clenches around him.
“Oh, God,” he reacts at the gripping sensation, and you deliberately do it again, just because he sounds so beautiful, “Oh God, oh Baby… Yeah, fuck, just like that.” Between the blabbering words, he takes control of your hips, moving you wantonly around his cock. 
It doesn’t take long before he’s spilling his release inside you, groaning harshly and dragging sloppy open mouth kisses over your shoulder.
You lazily roll your hips around him to drag out the pleasure for both of you before you cease the movement and rest your back fully against his chest. He keeps himself inside you while wrapping his arms around your middle. Sighing, he draws slow circles over your belly.  
You’re the first to gather the force to speak, “Fuck, that was…”
“I know, fuck… I know.” He agrees, a tad breathless, “You’re the only one who ever made me feel this way,” he adds, still moving his hands around you and kissing your neck from behind you, like he just can’t get enough. A warm sensation settles inside you.
“You’re the only one I ever wanted.” He nuzzles your neck, “Always. No one can compare.” He sounds so honest, a deep and desperate kind of honesty that makes your heart swell with love for him.
You tilt your head so you can look at him. He halts from ravishing your neck to look back at you.
“I know, baby,” You assure, staring deeply into him. You need him to be sure of that, “I love you. You’re the only one I ever wanted, too. Always.”
You lean in and kiss him. Not that desperate and needy kiss from before, but one of love, devotion, peace and assurance. Everything you want you two to have in your relationship.
And you do.
He sighs through the kiss, as if he felt everything you put in there.
That’s when the caressing on your body, your legs, your belly intensifies.
You break the kiss and lift an eyebrow at him when you feel his cock hardening inside you again.
The sheepish look on his face is almost comical. “You look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. And I had to keep my hands to myself last time.” He pouts, before his lips twist into a naughty smile, “Literally”.
A breathy laugh slips out of your lips and, despite yourself, a tight kind of want starts pooling in your lower belly.  
He seems to sense that, as something dangerous laces his chuckle, “That firecracker of our daughter will be at school for a little longer, we’ve gotta make it count, beautiful.”
You don’t even have the chance to yelp before he easily handles you and you find yourself out of the sofa and on your all fours over the carpet. 
And once again he shows you how much he wants you.
Only you.
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CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016)
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OMFG😭
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rebecca, babes, i hope you get to keep your job at TV line, because this is hard to come back from:
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REVEALING SECRETS! you deleted it quite quickly
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but... the internet saw - a journalist accidentally reveals joe is filming for stranger things rn
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Alcohol You Later | Bucky Barnes x Reader
Hi, friends! I got drunk yesterday for the first time in a LONG time. The Thot Neighborhood (shout out @yarnforbrains) and my bestie @mandersshow said I should write in my drunken state. So here's what I WISH would've happened when I got home yesterday, because in reality I ate a quesadilla all by myself while I was wrapped in my tortilla blanket and there were no hot men taking care of me. :(
If you like what you read, throw a reblog my way 🥰
Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @breakablebarnes @psychoticmason @glxwingrxse @deepsketchsupernaturalcowboy @the-gods-gloted-but-they-burned @lonewolf471 @dreamerglassesgirl @lipstickandbarbedwxre @cwbucky @mrsdrysdale18 💘
Warnings: drunk reader, hella fluff
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“I will pay you twelve whooooole dollars if you come get me from the bar, pleeease” you slurred into your phone. Bucky’s warm laugh pulled your lips into a smile as you heard his keys jingle on the other end of the line. He’d been poised and ready for your call all night, waiting to pick you up and bring you home to him.
“You want me to come get you? You sure?” he had to double check, sighting your three other calls to him earlier in the night that were actually false alarms- you just missed him while you were out, and wanted so badly to tell him that you loved him.
After triple checking that you were, indeed, ready to come home this time, he ran down to his car and promised to see you soon. “Can you wait inside for me? I’ll let you know when I get there”. You took a step back inside the entryway of the bar, listening to the sounds of some old T-Pain song fill the air.
When Bucky pulled up a few minutes later, he met you at the door. “I don’t think you can park there, Sergeant, I think that’s a crime”, you teased at his illegally parked car, “Are you breaking the law?” Bucky threw his head back in a laugh and rolled his eyes as he helped you into the car, making sure you didn’t hit your head on the way in.
He was so happy to see you go out with you friends and have a good time, but nothing made him happier than having you all to himself. “I think we’re way past that, doll- alright, arms in” he watched you tuck your hands into your body before slamming the door shut and making his way around the vehicle.
“Did you have fun?” he pulled out of his illegal parking spot and merged with traffic, reaching for your hand as he spoke. Your soft lips met his knuckles, sending a wave of warmth through his body. He stared over at you, admiring your rosy cheeks and glassy eyes, along with your slightly smudged ‘crushed berry’ lipstick.
“I did! I had soooooo much fun. It was me and Nat and Wanda and Maria and Sharon and- hey, you like my boobs, right?”
Your question caught him off guard, making him do a double take. He watched you stare down at your chest, grabbing and smushing your boobs with a look of disappointment.
“You know I love your boobs, doll. Licking em, biting em, suckin’ on em- why do you ask?” He made a teasing grab for your chest, sending you into a fit of laughter.
When the giggles finally cleared, a dramatic sigh left your lips. You crossed your arms over your chest, still less than satisfied with your tits. “Wellllll, because Sharon said they look smaller and like, I’ve been lifting a lot of weights lately and working out and stuff but I didn’t think it was thaaaaat noticeable…” Bucky pulled your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft, warm kiss to your palm.
“I think your tits are perfect, sweets, and Sharon can fuck right off”, Bucky said, “You want me to fight her? Cause I will”. With that, every ounce of disappointment and shame left your body. Your head fell back in a loud laugh and you promised Bucky that, no, you didn’t want him to fight Sharon-yet.
Back at home, you stumbled out of the elevator in your clunky high heels that you swore were shorter when you left for the bar. Bucky’s strong arm wound around you waist, holding you upright as he led you to the front door of your apartment.
“Alright, let’s get some food in you- what sounds good?” Bucky sat you in a kitchen chair and knelt at your feet, carefully slipping off your high heels. He couldn’t help but laugh when you called yourself a “reverse Cinderella”, and felt his cheeks grow warm when you called him your Prince Charming.
When you decided on one of Bucky’s (almost) famous grilled cheeses, he made you promise to stay in your seat and swore to bring you your food as soon as (super) humanly possible. But, regardless of your promise, you stumbled into the kitchen after only a few minutes.
“Woah, woah- stove’s hot, doll. Back up for me, okay?” He wrapped his hands softly around your waist and pulled you away from the open flame, pressing a kiss to your neck when your back met his chest. “Thought I told you to sit at the table?” His fingers worked sharply over your sides making you howl with laughter. He tickled you mercilessly until you begged him to stop and even then, gave you a few extra for good measure.
“I missed yoooou…” you murmured, “I didn’t wanna sit in there anymore. Wanted to come in here with you, Buckaroooo”.
He adored the drunk version of you. He was head over heels for you in every state, but inebriated you was always a treat. Your affection for him went from a ten to a fifty, your love spilling from your lips like wine from an over-filled glass.
He hovered over the stove, carefully working on your grilled cheese to ensure its golden-brown perfection, listening to your drunken ramblings all the while. “Uggghh, I missed you at the bar, Buck. Cause like, I love my friends…well, maybe not Sharon…but I love my friends and seeing them is great but like, I miss you, ya know?” You wound your arms around his waist from behind, linking your hands together atop his firm abdomen.
He turned to face you, taking your cheeks in his hands and staring down at you with adoration. “Well I’m glad you got to see your girls, but I’d always rather have you here”, his lips brushed against your forehead and then your nose before finally locking over your mouth. “Food’s about ready- go have a seat for me”.
He sat with you while you ate, chuckling at your ridiculous praise for his incredibly simple sandwich. With your hand to god, you swore that if you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, you wanted it to be Bucky’s grilled cheeses…or his dick.
“Actually, yeah, your dick. Definitely your dick. I decided. Your dick, for suuuuure”, your words tumbled clumsily from your lips, signaling to Bucky that your night was over.
“Alright, let’s get you to bed”, he said as he reached for you hand, laughing when you gave him your most suggestive wink. “No, not like that- you’re drunk, sweetheart. You need to go to sleep”. He made you finish the large glass of water he’d poured for you and helped you up from your chair, steadying you on your wobbly legs. He took your hand in his and led you to the bedroom, promising to ‘dick you down’ when you were sober.
He pulled your tight, short skirt from your body, helping you carefully step out without falling and breaking your neck. He switched out your thong for a pair of comfortable cheeky briefs with dinosaurs on them before helping you ditch your crop top. He grabbed one of his henleys and pulled it over your head, listening to you tell him how much you loved wearing his clothes. You likened it to a "cozy cocoon", and promised to replace all the shirts of his that you'd claimed as your own-but he didn't mind.
He pulled you into the bathroom and got you ready for bed as you complained about the music at the bar. Bucky did not, in fact, know who Christina was or why you liked someone named Britney better, but he listened anyway.
He watched you clumsily brush your teeth and laughed when you told him you "almost drowned" while rinsing your mouth. His gentle hands removed your make up with the products he’d seen you use and he did his very best to twist your hair into a braid like you did every night. “How does that feel, doll? Is it too tight?” He didn’t get an answer, only a deep, warm kiss that caught him by surprise.
“So…it’s a good braid?” he joked when you finally came up for air. You rolled your eyes and claimed his lips again, letting yourself melt against him like the margarita you’d left sitting on the bar.
“You’re just so sweet. So good to me, Buck…always so good to me. And I loooove you.”
He peppered your face with kisses, buying himself time before he spoke again. He knew he couldn’t trust the quality of his voice, and didn’t want to break in front of you while you were clearly sleepy from your night out. He gazed down at your flushed cheeks and messy braid, wondering how someone so good had allowed him into her life. He always envisioned himself living and dying alone, no one caring about him either way when his time on earth was finally up. He never saw himself making grilled cheeses for the perfect woman at 2am, but it was a more than pleasant surprise.
“And I love you. So much”.
He swept you into his strong arms, pulling a giddy yelp from your lips as he carried you to bed. He set you down gently, letting his thumb ghost over your rosy cheek, “I’m gonna go clean up in the kitchen and get you some more water-” He planned on asking if you needed anything, but you didn’t give him the chance. Your hands wrapped around his arm and gave it a gentle tug, insisting he climb into bed with you at that moment.
“Lay with me, please? Just for a minute? I miss you…”
It took no convincing at all to win Bucky over, and he climbed happily into bed next to you. His strong arms pulled you tight into his side, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece.
“Thank you for taking care of me” you whispered as you drifted in and out of consciousness, “you’re the best, Buck. You’re so so so sweet. You’re everything”.
Bucky knew there was a small mess in the kitchen and a lamp on in the living room, but he couldn’t bring himself to tear his body from yours. He doubled down on his efforts, holding you ever tighter until he made himself stop to avoid crushing you. Nothing, not even another world ending event, could make him leave your side.
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After The Beep
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Bucky x reader
Warning: possible triggers, mentions of suicide, depression, angst, etc.
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“Leave your message after the beep!”
“Hey, it’s me. I know it’s late and honestly I shouldn’t be calling you but i really,” a sniffle and your nails against a hard surface. “I don’t know who else I could call. I have no one else to turn to, you know? I know you’re happy now, with her that is and I’m glad and hope i don’t ruin anything by calling you...but I just had to get this off my chest before i go.” There’s a shuffle and a deep breath on your end as you get ready to confess. “I hate how we ended up, but I guess that’s what happens when someone falls out of love with you and in with someone else. Though, even after everything and all this time passing I still love you. I tried to move on, went on a few dates, but no one is you and it’s damn awful. Everything has been so hard and god I miss everyone but I can’t see them. Not after what happened, after everything. They were your friends first. Oh god, I’m rambling. Look, the point of this is to tell you that I’m sorry, and that i love you. I hope you’re happy and will be happy, I really do. This is goodbye, Bucky.” Your voice stops and a beep sounds, signaling the voicemail is indeed over.
Bucky had rolled over in bed at the buzz of his phone, grabbing it to see who it was. Seeing your name, he freezes and lets it ring.
“Who is it?” Nat moans out sleepily from her side of the bed.
He lets it ring more, and eventually go to voicemail. “No one, just spam.” His chest is tight as he sees the notification of a voice mail pop up, but he ignores it and turns back into bed to wrap his arms around nat and try to sleep with his racing mind.
The next morning, he gets up and walks into the bathroom to shower. After getting clean, he comes back to the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Nat is sitting up in bed reading and without looking at him she says, “check your phone, it’s been buzzing all damn morning.” He frowns and grabs his phone, checking his notifications. To count he had about 30 not counting your voicemail that remained unheard. Steve had called him ten times, texted him five. Sam and Wanda both sent 5, two from Scott, and two from pepper. And finally, a single one from Tony. Bucky knew if Tony texted him, it was something serious so he needed to check that first. Opening his phone, he opened Tony’s text which was simply, “Call Steve. It’s bad.” Gulping, he dialed Steve’s number and waited for an answer.
“Hell buck, I’ve been trying to call you.”
“What happened?” Bucky asked, “Tony texted me to call you and if he of all people is contacting me then something is really wrong.”
Steve sighed and nearly broke down again for the third time that morning. “It’s so bad Bucky. I can’t- I’m barely keeping it together here. I can’t believe she just-“ this time Steve can’t hold the sob in and now every hair on Bucky’s body is standing on end and his breathing picks up. Nat looks over at him in concern, putting her book down.
“Steve, what happened?” Bucky demands through his teeth.
“Bucky she tried to...she tried to kill herself. Y/n tried to kill herself and if Tony hadn’t randomly checked on her through Friday then...fuck I don’t even want to say it.”
Bucky’s blood ran cold and his breathing stops. “What?” Did he hear right?
“Sh-She slit her wrists and took a lot of pills. Like she wanted to make sure the job got done. There was so much blood Bucky, it hurts to even picture it again.” Steve sputters out.
“Oh my god.” Bucky sinks to his knees, tears now falling free down his cheeks. Nat rushed to his side and places a hand on his shoulder but Bucky doesn’t respond. “Bucky what’s wrong? What happened?” She asks. He just looks at her, tears falling down as he stayed silent. She sighs and grabs the phone to talk to Steve. Listening after demanding the information, her hand goes to cover her mouth and soon tears are falling just as fast down her face as well.
His phone is heavy in his pocket, your voicemail somehow weighing a absolute ton as they drove to the hospital. Neither him or nat spoke, almost afraid of what could be said. What was supposed to be said in these kind of situations anyways? His ex girlfriend just tried to kill her self and was in intensive care, and he was on his way with the woman he had left you for. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles turning white. So many emotions were passing through him on a loop and he couldn’t seem to get a grasp on a single one. He didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t stopped loving you, no that was impossible. He just thought him and nat were both broken, maybe they deserve eachother. More than he ever deserved your goodness. So he threw himself headfirst into Nat, leaving you behind in hopes you’d find someone in the light as well. Look at you now, he thought, what could have triggered a bright person like you to kill yourself?
Bucky always hated hospitals, maybe because he hated being pricked and prodded or maybe it was how he had only wanted you stitching him up. Other hands making him uncomfortable, even Nat’s. Though despite the internal screaming going on he still walked through the sliding glass doors of the hospital ER in search of a the tall blonde that gave him the news. He knows he should have listened to the voicemail before he came but there was no changing that now. His blue eyes scanned the waiting room, finally finding Steve’s large body sitting beside Peter, who’s face was pale as his eyes were glued to the floor. God he was just a kid and dealing with this, Bucky knew the kid looked up to you and thought of you as an older sister. Trudging over he stopped in front of them, Steve finally noticing that they had arrived. He hesitantly glanced at nat before locking eyes with Bucky before bringing him into a much needed hug.
“How is she?” Bucky asks as he pulls away.
Steve sighs and runs his fingers through his already messy hair. “She’s alive, at least I get to say that. But otherwise...they have her on what seems every machine in the hospital. She can’t breathe on her own yet and her brain activity is low, so she has a lot of tubes going through her to get her air and nutrition. Doctor told me they had to pump her stomach, and that she was lucky to be alive. He said they are monitoring her but there’s nothing they can really do much about her being comatose. Once she’s able to breathe on her own, that’s completely up to her.”
“Was there...was there a note?” Bucky asked breathlessly as his phone grew even heavier in his pocket. Steve shook his head and his eyes went to peter, his expression sad.
“No, I checked her place. Three times actually after trying to clean up. All she had was her phone.” Peter mumbled out, And if Steve and Bucky weren’t super soldiers then they would have missed it. It was hard to picture Steve and Peter having to clean up your blood off your hardwood floors, the very image making Bucky cringe. Nat stood silent still, taking the information in. Her eyes graced Bucky’s face, analyzing every emotion that passed his face. She knew this was a big deal, but something was weighing heavily on his mind and he wasn’t talking about it. Clearing her throat, all three men turned to her. “Bucky can I talk to you alone for a sec?” He nods and she pulls him outside. Immediately her arms cross and she stares him down, waiting.
“What?” Bucky asks nervously.
“Okay you have maybe fooled them but not me. I can read everyone like a book and you Bucky are hiding something. What is it.” She demands, her eyes cutting into him.
He sighs and leans against the wall and pulls out his phone. “She called me, last night. That phone call I said was spam? It was her. She left a voicemail and I...I haven’t listened to it.” She should be mad he lied to her but she was more concerned about the voicemail.
“Why haven’t you listened to it already?! Listen to it!”
Bucky’s blood runs cold and he whispers, “I’m scared to...what if it was a make or break message? And I didn’t answer?”
“We won’t know until you listen to it Bucky.” She says warmly. “Whatever happens we are here.” He nods and opens his phone, going to his voicemail box. Taking a deep breath he presses play and puts the phone to his ear to listen. Your voice comes on and your words pass into his ear like honey, you always sounded so sweet. Even if you were sad.
As he listened he could feel his heart beat faster and his head suddlenly feel like it’s going to fall off. Every limb was numb as your soft voice eventually stopped. Suddenly almost too soon the voicemail was over and the phone is now at his side.
She had left a note.
She had cried for help.
He just didn’t answer.
The breath is gone from his lungs as his hands nearly crush his phone. “Fuck.” He heaves out.
“What?” Nat asks curiously.
“She left a fucking note. Her voicemail was her fucking note. She was looking for one last reason to stay and I didn’t answer the FUCKING phone.” And suddenly Bucky is sobbing and hoping desperately he didn’t fuck this up for good. Nat is frozen, taking in his words. She pulls him into a hug then, holding him tight to give him the comfort he needs.
“We should tell them.” She whispers. He knows she’s right but he’s afraid. Nodding, he lets her pull him back inside and Steve looks at him worriedly. Tony and Pepper now sat with them and just at Tony’s presence Bucky tensed but he continued on. All he could hear was his shaking breaths and the beat of his heart, his anxiety blocking everything out. Nat’s mouth moves but he can’t hear so he looks at her confused. Closing his eyes, he grounds himself enough to hear her finally say, “it’s okay buck, go ahead.”
Clearing his throat, he looks at everyone and begins. “Last night, I got a phone call. Followed by a voicemail. Both from Y/n, but I didn’t answer and I didn’t listen to the voicemail. That was until just now and...” Bucky lets out another sob and takes a deep breath, “The voicemail was her note. Explaining, and saying goodbye. She said she didn’t feel right talking to any of you after our breakup so she was alone. I could have...I could have saved her if I had just answered the phone but I didn’t. I’m so sorry.”
The room is silent as every one of them processes the information. All faces still and bodies immobile in their seats, almost as if in shock. The first one to move was Tony, and it was to plant his fist against Bucky’s face. Chaos erupted and suddenly the others were seperating the two of them, but Bucky couldn’t help but think he deserved every hit that was thrown at him.
“Of course this asshole would pull something like this. For fucks sake he’s the reason she’s been out of sorts for almost a year now!” Tony yells.
This news hit Bucky like a punch to the stomach. Almost a year? “What do you mean?”
Tony pushed Steve’s arm away from him and pointed at Bucky in disdain. “Y/n has been depressed for a long while now but begged us not to tell you. This isn’t even the first time she tried soemthing you know? Which is why I patrol through Friday so much with her, she didn’t eat most times and barely slept. I had to have Helen go in and give her an IV drip just to keep her hydrated. Pepper has been holding her as she had her anxiety attacks, Steve has been going by her place with Peter every now and then while she was asleep to clean her place, and Wanda and Sam have both been making sure her fridge is stocked so when she did decide to eat there was food to eat.” Tony sighs and rubs his face in frustration. “All of us have been doing this because she wanted you to remain in the dark. To think she was okay so you could be happy in your new relationship because even if she was broken, she wanted you to be happy. That’s how much she loved you. And you know what? Look where that ended up for her. Look what she received back from you.” Tony scoffs then and sits back down beside pepper, squeezing her hand. “As much as I’d enjoy berating you further, soldier, unfortunately now is not the time.”
After Tony’s rant Bucky could bring himself to move. You had been like this for that long and hid it from him? Even after you built him up from the bottom when he was an even more broken man than now, and yet when you needed it...you didn’t come to him. All because you wanted him to be happy and continue thriving. God even when he broke your heart you were so good to him. What did he do to deserve you? His heart ached and his fingertips begged to trace your skin and feel you again and he feels almost ashamed when nat is right next to him. Peter speaks up and all turn to him, realizing the young boy is crying. Steve grips his shoulder in comfort, letting the boy know it was okay.
“I want to be mad at you so much Mr. Bucky sir. For all of it, because y/n was so sad and said things I wish I didn’t hear because it hurt. I want to hate you because she’s in there barely alive but I can’t. I can’t hate you because even though she hurt, she did everything she could for you out of love. She knew if she told you, that you’d be troubled with it and she didn’t want that for you. So I forgive you, because I know if she was awake she’d tell me do stop being an ass and understand where you were coming from.” He sniffles and wipes at his cheeks with a chuckle. “So can we please sit here and just, I don’t know...be together here for her? I think she’d appreciate it.” He didn’t deserve anyone’s forgiveness, Bucky thought to himself.
Steve smiles softly and turns to look at everyone else. “I think we can manage that.” There were nods, one stubborn one, but all in agreement.
A week passed. Then a month. Then three. By the third month you’re off the breathing tube and you’re breathing on your own, but they still monitor your brain activity which also increased but not as much as they would have hoped by now. Maybe you didn’t want to come back, the nurse had said to her fellow nurse as they sat at their desk. They didn’t know that Bucky sat not too far away hearing it all, their words slicing him open over and over. The others passed through almost as if in shifts to check on you and the never leaving Bucky. Everyone thought it was out of guilt but Nat knew they truth, Bucky was still hopelessly in love with you. He hid it well but not well enough to pass through the Natasha Romanoff fest. She was hurt, sure and she would definitely need to bring it up to him sooner or later but now wasn’t the time and she knew that. The doctors assured everyone that you were recovering, but at your own rate. Medicine indeed was doing its job, but your coma was something they said that if you wanted to be out of it then really it was on you now. Bucky promised himself that until you did finally wake, he wouldn’t move. He wanted to be the first person you saw, the first face when you wake up.
He waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Three months turned into five and he sat by your bedside with nat to his left. It was quiet other than the beeping of the machines that surrounded you, almost eerie.
“Bucky we need to talk about...this.”
His eyes go to hers nervously. “About What?”
Nat sighs and captured Bucky’s hand in hers. “You and I, and whatever we have going on. It can’t continue when you are like...well like this actually. You’re still in love with her you just won’t admit it to yourself. But I can see it plainly, even if you try to hide it. Should know already it’s hard to fool me.”
Bucky lets out a sad chuckle and sighs sadly. “Should have known. I guess, I was trying to save her from myself so I distanced her from me. As far as I could, that is and buried my love for her so deep that it made it easy to be with you. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy our time together I-“
nat cuts Him off with a playful slap on the arm. “You’re not offending me in any way. You know I’m tougher than you think.”
Lord, the way he was able to hurt almost everyone in his life. “I just...I just... I don’t know I guess-“
“You were never in love with me. Not like that, and thought with our backgrounds that we could just get through this fucked up life together? And hope that will at some point bring peace and real happiness?” Nat finsihes for him and Bucky is at a loss for words. Nat chuckles. “Bucky I’ve known you haven’t been in love with me. That’s not our dynamic. I think you seem to keep forgetting that I can see right through you...you love her more than anything. That’s why you’re here and that’s okay. You just need to admit it to yourself.”
Bucky is always amazed at how well nat can read a person, never seeming to not throw him back. It’s why she was his best friend besides Steve for so long. “There’s only three people in the world who can read me. That’s good ole Stevie, you, and that girl right there.” His eyes shift to your unconscious body, a small smile growing. “She always knew what to do, you know? Before we ended, I always relied on her intuition because she somehow knew exactly what to do in every situation. I trusted her completely, and now she’s not able to tell me what to do and it’s driving me insane because i know for a fact she would have had a whole speech and plan already going if it wasn’t her in that bed. She would know exactly what to say, while I’m absolutely speechless.” Bucky’s eyes tear up and he squeezes them closed as he lets out a sad sigh. “It’s pathetic.”
Nat wraps an arm around his shoulder and squeezes softly, her next words coming out gentle and reassuring. “Hey, if she could talk right now she’d be threatening to kick your ass for talking like that. She can hear you, you know? Nothing that you’ve said is pathetic and your actions are normal in this situation. Don’t blame yourself and don’t bring your spirits down. Because that girl right there? She needs your spirits high and she needs to know that she’s not going to be alone when she wakes up.”
Bucky nods and wipes away stray tears, his eyes trained on your pale face at rest in your sleeping state. Reaching out, his hand cups your semi-cold cheek and tenderly caresses it. Nat smiles and whispers, “I’m going to go, take your time and let her hear what you have to say.”
Nodding Bucky replies, “Thanks Nat. For everything.” She nods with a smile and takes her leave, and at the end of their brief relations Bucky felt at peace. There wasn’t any drama and no bad blood. Letting go of your cheek his hand found yours and gripped it. “Well its just you and me now, doll.” Taking a deep breath he analyzes your entire body and his jaw clenched at the sight of the scarring on your arms that began. “I know I have been an absolute shit person for a while now and I honestly don’t deserve any forgiveness. I hurt you and then I continued to hurt you for so long and I didn’t even see it. I chose to ignore it and look where it got us. All I ever wanted to do was protect you, the light that was inside you because I was so dark. I hated the thought of smothering your light out so I thought by pushing you away I was doing the right thing. But now after realizing, I need you. I need you more than anything because you are what keeps me sane and brings me out of the shithole that my brain is in ninety percent of the time. You’re the warmth I crave against my skin, the light at the end of my tunnel.” He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it softly. “I just need you to wake up baby, so I can make up for all the bullshit. So I can tell you I love you, that I wanna marry you, and have so many babies with you. I promise I won’t make you wait, I won’t run, and i would never look at anyone else. You’re it for me and I’m not going anywhere.” Beeping and soft sobs are what take up the room as Bucky explains as best as he can in hopes that you’re able to hear him.
Minutes pass as he lets the words hang in the air, his hand still gripping yours. Maybe he had hoped during his speech you would have somehow have woken up, or even moved a little bit but to his disappointment you were still and your eyes still shut. Groaning, Bucky’s head fell down to lay on your forearm. The turmoil inside him was just too much. Though the fingers that were suddenly going through his hair were doing great at calming him down.
WAIT.
Fingers?!
Bucky’s head whipped up so fast that your hand fell with a wince from your mouth. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry but oh my god you’re awake!” Bucky’s on his feet pacing, the chair soaring backwards into the wall with due to his supreme strength. “I have to tell everyone, our friends ...oh god the DOCTORS!” You watch as Bucky sprints out of the room all while his voice boomed as he yelled for any doctors or nurses near. You smile, your eyes going to your hands and then to your scarring wrists. The smile drops and your eyes water as you realize the reality of the situation. The scars were red and angry and your body felt like it had been ran over a million times over, your throat sore and scratchy. You couldn’t believe he was here or rather that you were either. You had honestly thought there was going to be no chance of surviving, that you had really put the nail in the coffin...but here you were. You were confused and wanted answers. Bucky came back in as he hung up his phone along side a doctor who gave you a large smile.
“Well, look who woke up! How are we feeling ms. Y/l/n ?” The doctor asked as he flipped open his clipboard.
“Um, I’m pretty sore and my body is pretty tender.” You pause and think. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Five months.” Bucky says, his voice cracking.
“Yes, you have been in a comatose state for five months. It took three months for you to be able to breathe on your own again. But I’m looking at your chart and stats and it’s all looking good. We are just going to want to do a brain scan only to make sure that everything is absolutely normal okay?” He asks you as he closed his clipboard. You nod and he walks out leaving you with Bucky.
Noticing your broken expression he grabs your hand and asks, “you okay?”
“I was supposed to die, but I didn’t and I have no idea why. Then I was in a coma for five months, and now I’m waking up in a hospital bed with the scars to remind me that i failed.” You vent as you let out a breath.
“I’m extremely happy you’re alive. Just like I know everyone else is.”
“You know i was really surprised to hear your voice, I can’t tell you how long ago it was when i first heard it because time isn’t really exisitent in a coma but I was shocked. I thought you weren’t ever going to speak to me again.” You confess nervously.
He shakes his hand and squeezes your hand softly. “I was just doing this all for you, I need you to know and understand that.”
You nod. “I know, I heard you before I woke up. I wasn’t sure if it was real.” Your eyes cast Down to your joined hands and relished in the warmth almost like it was going to be taken away from you again.
“It was all real, I promise. I’m not going anywhere anymore and I’m done lying. I love you y/f/n y/l/n, and as much as I’ve tried there is nothing in the world that’s going to change that. I promise.” Your eyes meet his and find nothing but Warmth and love.
Letting out a trembling breath you say, “you left me once before. How can I trust you?”
“Well, If I mess up you can sic both Tony and Steve on me. Peter would probably love to help too in that situation.” He offered with a chuckle.
“Tony was doing surveillance on me that night wasn’t he? That’s why I was found?” You asked and Bucky nodded. “Should have known he’d do that. Even if I did come in later he always saw me like I was another Morgan. Who...who actually got me though?”
Bucky signed and replied, “Steve and Peter got you and cleaned up your apartment after the ambulance got you.”
Your heart dropped at the mention of the young boys name. Sure Steve probably had a rough time too, but Peter....he was just a kid for God’s sake. Your eyes welled up at the thought of him having to clean up your blood. “Is he- is he okay? You know? Fuck, I’m so sorry.” Another squeeze of your hand before he kisses it softly.
“He is okay, just worried about you. It did take a toll on him but anyone would do it for you. Everyone has been doing what they can to make sure that when you woke up, everything would already be situated. Don’t blame yourself okay?” He assures you warmly and you can’t help the tears that are falling down your face. “Can you tell me why? As in why you did it?” He asked.
Oh lord, you think, having to explain your depression to somebody was difficult. They either could understand or take it negative and miss the whole point. “Well, I have been depressed a long time. Since I was young actually. It’s been a rollercoaster full of up and downs that normally I had learned to weather. But sometimes our lives are made of glass, and cracks begin to appear. Little by little on all part of the glass until at one point a crack is too big and sets off the other cracks and the glass shatters. After what happened to us and my cat dying, I just couldn’t pull it together. I was too weak and so i called you, left that voicemail, and made my decision. I was ready and willing but I was still saved. I don’t know if I’m grateful or disappointed.”
Bucky was shocked. How had he not known when you were together? You never told him about it at all and never let him see any of it. “But, you never said anything back then y/n. I had no idea because you never showed me any of it.” To that you sent him a sad smile as you squeezed his hand this time.
“Bucky, you already had so much to deal with. You had your own issues and it wouldn’t have been right to put mine on top of that. So I dealt with it privately and was on medication for a while, but the medication made me into somebody that I didn’t know so I stopped. I wasn’t going to burden you with any of that.”
“But you helped me with my stuff! You let me lay my issues on you and you didn’t even care you just helped me. You got me through so much and I ...” Bucky suddenly lets out a dry sob, “I didn’t even see that you were in pain and I hurt you even more. I’m so sorry doll. Oh my god I am so sorry.”
You shook your head as more tears fall. “No Bucky babe, please don’t apologize okay? Me having my issues and what I chose to do wasn’t in any way your fault. It was all me. I lost the battle with myself that I had been fighting for years, and that’s completely on me. I let my depression win.”
“But it’s not even all your fault either, doll. You can’t control it, trust me I know. It’s not easy so I can’t have you out here blaming yourself for everything. It’s extremely hard to fight an opponent like depression on your own, it has its ways of getting under your skin and wrecking you from the inside out. Which is why it’s better to fight it with help and why I wish you would have told me sooner. I could have -“ another sob, “i could have prevented all of this. I needed to have answered my damn phone and listened to the voicemail.”
Your other hand goes to his hair and plays with it softly in an effort to calm his nerves. “Bucky...even if you had answered, I still would have done it. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I need you to know that you couldn’t have prevented it so you can’t get down on yourself. Please.” You realize you’re begging but you don’t care. You would never want Bucky to hurt more than he already has, he deserved to be happy.
“Please say you’ll stay.” He begs. “Please stay with me.”
“You want me to stay with you?” You ask.
He nods. “Please. I just can’t live with myself knowing if I let you go, that it will be the last time I see you. I can’t let you go again.”
You pause, thoughts crossing your mind as you determine your next response. “I can’t promise all sunshine and rainbows anymore.”
“I don’t want all sunshine and rainbows. I want you and all that is you. So we can do this together.”
Your heart is beating out of your chest for this man and god all you want to do is kiss him after so long apart but you pause. “Do you promise? I don’t want to give in and you leave me again. I won’t go back to that.”
Bucky takes both of your hands in his and kisses both before looking you in the eye. “I promise. I won’t leave you ever again. It’s you and me for the rest of our lives If you let me.”
With that you forward in your bed and place your lips on his, the kiss soft and slow but full of love. Pulling away you smile warmly. “It’ll take me a while to trust you again but I wouldn’t mind a partner in this journey ahead of me. If you’d like the spot that is.” Bucky’s grinning and kissing you again but this time with more passion. He hit the jackpot, he won the lottery, he won at life.
“I will be honored to take that spot, y/n.” He gushes.
You’re both grinning like idiots and suddenly it wasn’t a dreary hospital room and it wasn’t all about your attempted suicide. No this room was bright and filled with reformed love that shone bright with the many colors of the rainbow. You weren’t ever going to be rid of depression completely but you know that with time comes healing and having someone by your side to fight those battles with you made all the suffering worth it.
“I love you.” You whisper.
“ i love you too.” He whispers back.
Life was suddenly beautiful.
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buckyshenley16 · 3 months
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The Dad Diaries: Welcome Home
Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky reflects on the first night with his son home and puts his thoughts to paper.
Word Count: Over 1.2k
Warnings: Fluff, reflecting, first time dad, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?).
A/N: Welcome to The Dad Diaries! This AU will focus on Bucky and his relationship with his son (and you!) ❤️ Thanks to the beautiful @whisperlullaby for giving this intro a look and assuring me it wasn't garbage, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Bucky stared intently at the open blank journal that sat in the middle of his office desk. He had picked up the pen a few minutes ago, but hadn’t written a single word. Why did he feel stuck? Better yet, what was he thinking by doing this? Reading often came easy to him, but writing? That was something else entirely.
It was also something he wanted to do.
He ran a hand over his face with a sigh and wondered if he should call it a night, crawl into bed with you, and try tomorrow. No, he didn’t want to push it off before he even began. Glancing at the monitor, he heard your voice in his head, a memory of something you told him in the early stages of dating:
The best writing comes from the heart. Write what you and your heart love because no one knows that story better than you.
Bucky had plenty of stories to tell. How he became a hero and a good man after years of pain and darkness. Or how he fell in love with you and became your husband.
And his newest adventure of becoming a father.
He wasn’t sure how to be a dad yet, but he knew he loved his son. That was more than enough to start. And with a smile tugging at his lips, he put the pen to paper.
Hey, Nugget,
My name is James Buchanan Barnes. Most people call me Bucky. Your mom calls me her husband and I’m the luckiest man in the world for that, especially since she gave me the greatest gift I could ever ask for: you.
Your name is James, too. Your mom doesn't know if we’ll call you Jamie or JJ, but I have a feeling you'll hear a bit of both. And one day, I’ll get to hear you call me Dad. Or Dada or Daddy or Papa.
Whatever makes you happy.
He paused in his writing when he thought he heard something on the monitor. His eyes flickered to the screen again and he breathed a little easier when he saw that his baby was still sleeping soundly in the middle of the crib. It wouldn’t stop him from checking on him later, just to be on the safe side.
I’m so glad you’re home. In fact, tonight is your first night in the nursery. I hope you like it here. To quote Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A house is made with walls and beams: a home is built with love and dreams.”
Yeah, your old man likes to read. Maybe you will, too. I even have an original copy of The Hobbit and would love to give it to you when you're older.
Books lined the far wall of Bucky’s office, many of them worn from the amount of times he read them. He made sure Jamie’s room had a reading nook, too. It was one of the only things he asked for when the two of you designed the nursery.
I hope you get enough sleep tonight. Your mom, too. You both did great at the hospital and deserve all the rest you can get.
Would you believe me if I said I was a nervous wreck when I brought your mom in, but tried not to let it show? People call me strong, but I don’t think I ever witnessed true strength until I saw how steady of a rock she was. She blew me away, which didn't surprise me. She amazes me every day.
Hearing your first cry stopped my heart and brought tears of joy to my eyes. After nine months of waiting and talking to your mom’s stomach, you were finally here. And seeing her hold you made me fall in love all over again.
Sorry if that sounds sappy, but it’s true. She looked right at me with happy tears in her eyes and said, “Bucky, look! Look at what we made! It's our little Nugget!” and my heart swelled. She insisted on calling you that and it rubbed off on me. Believe me when I say that you are the luckiest baby in the world to have the mother that you do.
He stopped writing again to glance at his wedding band, smiling all over again. He thought your love filled his heart before, but it overflowed now. It warmed him like nothing else ever could.
You’re probably wondering why I’m writing this since a lot of time will pass by the time you read this. Sometimes I may write to remember things I’m afraid I’ll forget. Other days I’ll write to reflect and get the words out when my mind is too loud. But my hope is that this will be a gift to you.
A bond for the two of us.
As you grow, I’ll fill the pages with the memories of you and our family. I’ll tell you about my past and how it shaped me into the man I am today. How your mom and I met and how I somehow convinced her to fall in love with me. And I’ll be sure to tell you about the day she told me we were going to have you and how that news changed my life for the better.
He swallowed the lump in his throat before he continued.
I also plan to fill this with your milestones. Like your first smile. Is it selfish if I hope to see it first? If not me, your mom. She’d love that. Your first step. Being selfish again, but I hope it’s me you walk toward so I can pick you up and tell you how proud I am. And your first word. I hope it’s Mama.
Though I won’t object if you say Dada.
Bucky chuckled as he imagined the look of betrayal on your beautiful face if your son said “Dada” first instead of “Mama”.
I’m sure some days I’ll have more to say than others. If I’m lucky, I can pass on life lessons and words of wisdom. Some days though I may not say the right thing and I know I’ll stumble along the way as I figure out how to be the best dad to you. I say “best” and not “perfect” because perfection doesn’t exist. Except for you and your mom.
The beauty of it is that I don’t have to go it alone. I’ll have your mom by my side to help guide and protect you and to watch you flourish. And my hope is that you know as you look through the pages how much we love you.
Even on days I may not get it right, I’m your dad, you’re my son, and you’ll always have a home with me and a place in my heart.
I’ll write more when I can, Nugget. Until then, I love you.
Always,
Dad
Bucky set the pen down as he exhaled. It wasn't perfect, but it didn't have to be. It was a start. As long as he put his heart into his words, it would shine from the pages.
And he couldn't wait for all the adventures he’d have with his little Nugget.
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I hope you lovelies are excited to take this journey with Bucky. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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buckyshenley16 · 4 months
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This is literally my comfort series, I’m about to read it for like the 10th time😭
Hey Neighbor - Masterlist
A Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Series
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Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20* | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Epilogue
smut indicated by * - NSFW / 18+ Only
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Solace - Part 6
Pairing: Bucky / Reader
Summary: After years of living abroad, you’re finally back to New York with a failed marriage and a flashy new job at Art Gallery. In your cousin Steve’s wedding, you meet Bucky again. Your relationship with Bucky had been complicated, to say the least. He had been your childhood enemy, friend with benefits and drinking buddy. But this time, with new circumstances, the two of you might find solace in each other.
Warning: Fluff & Angst. Mention of unhealthy coping mecanism and past trauma.
Rating: 18+ Only
Word Count: 4.7 K
[Solace Masterlist]
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Part VI. Crossing the Line
It’s a cool day in September when Bucky is smiling from ear to ear, standing in front of her apartment, holding a bouquet of sunflowers. He presses the doorbell although the key to open this door is in his pocket. She opens the door after what Bucky feels like a lifetime and looks surprised yet delighted. “Bucky?”
“Hey there!” Bucky tries to sound collected, although he thinks it comes out two notes higher than expected. It’s been a month since the last time he saw her.
“What are you— When—” she stammers.
“What am I doing here?” Bucky grins. “I miss you. When did I arrive? This morning. I went to Steve’s to drop my stuff off. Here.” He lifts the sunflower. She smiles and takes it from him, murmuring shyly, “I thought you said no more flower?”
“Can’t help it. You just gotta get used to it. Apparently it’s something I do for my—” Bucky is not sure what word he’s looking for, my baby, my girlfriend? And he’s unsure whether he can say it.
“Steve moved out from that apartment, didn’t he?” She diverts the conversation while taking out a vase from the upper kitchen cabinet.
Bucky opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of Corona Light. “Yeah, it’s so dusty right now. I’ll clean it up later.” Bucky’s fumbling fingers are all over the kitchen drawer and she waves the bottle cap opener to him. “You looking for this?”
It clangs when Bucky’s metal arm catches the cap opener. “Thanks,” he says. He just loves it when they move in sync, like they understand each other without even trying.
“You can stay here if you want. How long will you be here?” she asks.
Bucky puts down the beer bottle on the kitchen island and steps towards her. He wants to see her face when he says it, “indefinitely.”
“What?” That face is so worth the wait. That face is what Bucky has been thinking of the whole time he was on the flight from Tokyo to New York. Her face lights up, eyes widened, jaw dropped and the smile that makes all the hussle Bucky went through worthy.
“Don’t you fucking kidding me, Barnes.” She punches his right arm playfully.
“I’m not kidding, doll. I’m back to Jersey base, but I’m gonna live in Steve’s apartment and commute every day.” Bucky gives her the most gracious smile. Or I can sleep here every night, works for me, he thinks.
—-
Their routines sync up pretty naturally, texting each other when they’re off work, asking what the other wants for dinner, groceries shopping together, leaving toothbrushes in each other’s places, sleeping over almost every night.
But the thing is, they remain as friends.
Sometimes Bucky thinks the line is blurry, sometimes he likes to think delusionally that they’re a couple, she just doesn’t want to label it and it shouldn’t be a big deal. But then things like this happen— during brunch with the gank— and Bucky itches to stick that label on.
“So what is this?” Sam gestures to Y/N and Bucky when they arrive at the brunch together and super late. “You guys an item, now?”
She widens her eyes and exaggerates her emotion. “God! No, Sam!”
“Excuse me, do you find me so repulsive, you have to react like that?” Bucky complains with a sigh of irritation.
“Should I answer that?” Steve grins but Natasha taps on his arm lightly and shakes her head so Steve sips his lemon water instead.
“We’re not, Sam,” Bucky says dryly.
“Just fuck buddies,” she adds.
Water spurts over from Steve’s mouth. Bucky tilts his head to Y/N, looking annoyed. “Seriously? Do you have to?”
“What?” she asks with a poker face. “I just want to put it out there, they must be wondering.”
“Sure, Y/N. Thanks for keeping us informed about your healthy sex life,” Sam chuckles.
“You’re welcome, Sam. So, what’s good here? I heard the croissants are good.” She smiles cheekily.
Natasha hands her the menu. “The almond croissant is to die for!”
“That sounds good. I think I’m gonna have that. What do you want, Buck?” She passes the menu to Bucky and their hands touch. Bucky swears it’s very stupid but his heart leaps from that simple touch. He shifts his hand reluctantly and says with a dry tone, “Can you order for me? I prefer savoury.”
“Sure.” She then calls the waitress and orders one almond croissant, one egg mayo croissant and two cups of black coffee.
Steve has been watching Bucky quietly and Bucky notices that, so he snaps at him, “What, Rogers? Anything you want to say?”
“No, pal. Nothing.” Steve lifts up both of his palms to indicate surrender. “I’m dropping it.”
“So, tell us the big news.” Y/N is tapping her fingers, showing curiosity.
Natasha automatically smiles and elbows Steve, but he cajoles her, “You should tell them.”
“Ok,” Natasha says, “we’re gonna bring home our baby this afternoon!”
Sam and Y/N gasp in unison and shriek excitedly. Bucky gets up from his seat and hugs Steve. “Congrats, pal. About time.”
“Tell us about him, or her! Or I don’t know—, them, if you want to raise it genderless,” Sam adds.
“Well, she’s a four months old baby, her name is Lily. Her mom passed away— god bless her soul— and she has the sweetest eyes and the cutest dimple and everything about her is just perfect.” Natasha shows them Lily’s photo on her phone. The three of them sighs an “aww…” sound in unison. “We met her before and today is the gotcha day. We’re bringing her home.”
“She’s so perfect, Nat. I’m so happy for both of you,“ Y/N says earnestly. “Please tell me if you need anything. I’ll drop everything and do it for Lily, ok?”
“Thank you, sweetie. That’s very thoughtful.” Natasha rubs her arm. Both her and Steve are beaming with happiness, they’ve been waiting to finalize the adoption for a long time and Bucky feels a tremendous flow of endorphine. He remembers what Dr. Raynor said, his happiness is dependent on Steve’s happiness— apparently he has what's called codependency, yeah yeah, shocker. So for the very first time, he knows he doesn’t need to worry about Steve’s happiness anymore, it’s time for him to focus on his.
He knows what makes him happy, who makes him happy. But he knows she doesn’t want to risk the little bubble of tiny happiness that they have now. On the contrary, Bucky is willing to risk everything, burn the world if he has to. Unfortunately that’s not his call.
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Bucky thought Y/N doesn’t like kids. He remembered she said that they’re noisy, demanding and just generally annoying. But now that she has met Lily, this little angel changed her perspective about babies. She is just the most adorable, most zen baby she’s ever met and she grows fond of her quite instantly. She helps babysit whenever she can (or whenever Nat lets her) and she buys a lot of gifts for her (Nat has to beg her to stop because their house is just full of random stuffed animals now). Bucky doesn’t like it because that means she gets to spend less time with him but seeing her with Lily somehow makes Bucky love her more. She’s so calm and gentle, she sings her lullaby and she giggles with her a lot.
The five of them hang out often at Steve’s house (his old parents’ house that they’ve moved back to), with Lily as their superstar.
“Lily loves you,” Steve says to her with adoration.
She smiles softly, something within her moves. “It’s crazy… how much I love this little human.”
“You’d make a wonderful mom,” Steve adds.
“Steve,” she warns him, “don't push it. I don’t think I need it now. My life is fine. I have Lily, I have you guys. I have Bucky.” She glances at him. “I don’t want to complicate anything. Things are finally good for me.”
Steve shrugs. “I just don’t understand why it needs to be complicated.”
She doesn’t respond to that, she shrieks adoringly when Lily coos to her. “I hope Lily will have a best friend like you did with Bucky, and they get to grow up together in this house too,” Y/N says earnestly.
“Yeah, I hope so too.” Steve smiles genuinely. “Thought you hated me when we were kids.” Steve brings up the past in a friendly fashion.
“Yeah I did. You were nosy, so patronizing, playing a knight in shining armor. Not all girls need savings, Steve. I bet Lily won’t need it too, she’ll grow up a bad ass like her Mom.” She smirks.
Natasha comes with a bottle and passes it to her. “And like her aunt,” she adds.
Lily takes in the bottle well that Y/N feeds and Natasha sighs in relief. “I’ll prepare her room for a nap,” she says and then goes upstairs.
“It’s called chivalry, Y/N. And there’s nothing wrong with that,” Steve defends.
“Whatever.” She shrugs and stares back at Lily adoringly.
“And you think Bucky is innocent? He was also playing knight for you,” Steve says with determination.
“What do you mean?” Y/N and Bucky say it at the same time.
“You know the rumours Rumlow made about you? Bucky beat his ass in baseball, he made a homerun and shouted at him, ‘Y/N Rogers is fucking beautiful, your stupid face doesn’t stand a chance!’ I think it hurt his pride,” Steve snickers. “And he also accidentally hit the ball onto Rumlow’s groin. I bet his penis suffered a lot.”
Bucky is quiet. He smiles faintly, looking down at his hands. He knows Y/N is staring at him.
“He did that?” she asks Steve for confirmation.
“Yep, I was there.” Steve grins.
She looks at Bucky again and this time Bucky looks back at her. They share a moment, which only lasts seconds. Bucky knows that look, she’s conflicted, she’s touched and she’s worried.
After some awkward silence, Lily burps loudly. She brings her upstairs for a nap.
“What are you doing, Steve?” Bucky asks him the moment she is out of their sights.
“What?” Steve sounds innocent.
“That story, why did you bring it up? Are you trying to make her fall in love with me?” Bucky swallows an empty air.
“I don’t need to, pal.” Steve taps Bucky’s shoulder. “I think she already has.”
Bucky doesn’t react to that, he’s just staying still, drown in his memory about that day when he was furiously and victoriously shouting at the baseball field, “Y/N Rogers is fucking beautiful!”
He always had a soft spot for her. There was something about her that caught his eyes, long before their first hook up at the back seat of the jeep. It was that time when he kicked him in the nuts, when she was eight years old, with a proud face saying “I don’t need you boys to save me. I can kick ass all right.”
Bucky didn’t realize how infatuated she made him that day. And he also didn’t realize how she had ruined women for him because he subconsciously compared any women he dated to her. Y/N would’ve done this herself, Y/N would’ve said a strong opinion about it, Y/N would’ve laughed.
How could he let them grow apart? How could he let her go away? And the worst, how could he let her marry that asshole? Bucky understands she needs space now, she repeatedly says she needs time to heal. And Bucky wants to give that to her, he wants to take care of her.
But maybe… Bucky has been wrong all along. She never needed Bucky to take care of her, not when she was in the third grade, not now. Bucky himself has gone to hell and back again; going round in a circle for so long when she had been there in front of him all along. That’s when Bucky realizes… She never needed him, it was always Bucky that needed her.
—-
In the past, The Rogers always threw incredible parties, be it Christmas, New Year’s or Joe and Sarah's wedding anniversary. It seems like Steve is continuing the tradition or it’s the Rogers house that has its charm because this Thanksgiving party is a blast.
With Steve’s relatives in town, there are so many people offering to babysit Lily so Steve and Natasha can enjoy playing host (and let’s be real they need alcohol) and they’re doing it well. Guests are having fun dancing in their wonderful backyard, and with an open bar, everyone is holding something in their hand.
Y/N and Bucky sit at the bar, of course, laughing and drinking, so comfortable in their elements. They banter about domestic stuff when Steve is approaching them with Sam wrapped in his right arm. “Did you see Sam’s bringing a date?”
“Yes, it’s hard not to see that cutie pie,” she comments. “And weren’t you the one who said I’m done with men, I’m having a relationship with myself bullshit?”
Sam is flustered. “Riley is actually an old buddy of mine. He’s nothing like all of my Tinder dates.”
Y/N and Steve exchange looks. “Wow, look at you all blushed up!” she shrieks.
“So this could be the one,” Steve says excitedly.
“God Steve, not everything is so fairy-tale-like.” Bucky rolls his eyes, sounds sour.
Y/N waves her hands to brush Bucky’s buzzkill comment. “I kinda see Steve’s point to be honest. You look so happy, god, you’re glowing!” she continues with the praise.
Sam is beaming to the point he can blind his friends.
“And Sam, he’s so good looking. I mean, that ass,” she compliments.
Bucky rolls his eyes again, chugging his whisky til the glass is empty. Steve chuckles, “Aren’t you being insensitive to your boyfriend, Y/N?” He nods at Bucky.
She laughs, “God, Steve. We’re just friends.”
“You like Riley, huh, Y/N?” Sam teases her. “You wanna taste some chococino too?” Sam is highlighting Riley’s perfectly tanned brown skin.
“Sam, as much as I want it, I think I’m done with threesomes, so I’m gonna pass, buddy,” she snickers.
“Ew, Y/N. Gross. Not with me.” Sam shudders. “Riley has a twin brother. A single twin brother who happens to like women.”
She smiles at Sam faintly. Sam continues, “Let’s do a double date.”
Bucky is totally irritated now. Don’t you fucking dare! He thinks.
“Double date?” She sounds doubtful.
“Yeah. Let me talk to Riley.” Sam downs his drink.
“Ok, I’m up for it,” she says nonchalantly.
Are you fucking kidding me, now Bucky is just furious.
“Buck! Language!” Steve elbows him.
“What?” Bucky hisses, “I didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah you did. You said Are you fucking kidding me!” Steve snorts.
Bucky freezes, he thought he was saying it in his mind. “I gotta go pee.” He makes excuses and leaves the bar.
—-
Bucky is slouching on the sofa, channel surfing, while Steve is mixing Lily’s formula milk with warm water and Natasha rocking Lily back and forth, calming her from hunger. “It's coming, baby. Be patient.”
Thankfully Steve bolts with the bottle and Lily instantly stops crying once the teat reaches her mouth. “Geez, Buck, look at you so relaxed even with this fiasco,” Steve says sarcastically.
Bucky looks around. “What? This?” He gestures to the piles of baby toys and dirty laundry on the carpet. “Or Lily, screaming her heart out? You know I’m trained— literally paid— to be calm in chaos, right?” Bucky grins.
“Why are you here on Saturday evening, Buck? Aren’t you usually with Y/N?” Steve asks and before Bucky manages to respond, Y/N appears from the foyer. “Speak of the devil,” Steve chuckles.
“Sorry, I let myself in. You guys should really start locking the door, geez.” She drops two huge bags by the stairs.
“I let it open, I knew you were coming. Thanks for picking those up, sweetie. God, what am gonna do without you?” Natasha smiles at her gratefully.
“Anything for Lily bear. Can I?” she asks and Natasha passes Lily over to her. Lily is still sucking on the bottle but she makes the little giggly sound when Y/N coos her.
“Why are you so dressed up?” Bucky stares at her, she’s wearing a dress (she doesn’t wear dresses to work), low cut that shows some cleavage and tight that shows some of her curves. Bucky thinks she looks amazing. “I thought you said you had something with Sam?”
“I have a double date with Sam. His boyfriend, Riley, is bringing his twin brother. I told you about it, didn’t I?” she says nonchalantly and still not keeping her eyes off from Lily with affection.
“You’re really going on that date?” Bucky sounds annoyed.
“Yeah, of course.” She looks at Bucky with a why-the-hell-not look.
Natasha and Steve are exchanging glances, as if they’re talking in telepathy. Bucky catches their eyes and keeps quiet. Y/N passes Lily back to Natasha and groans, “Oh I wish I could just stay here with her the whole time.” She kisses Lily’s forehead. “Bye Lily bear!”
“Have fun, sweetie!” Natasha says as she walks out the room. Not long after, the sound of the main door shut breaks the silence in the room.
“Are we going to—” Steve says but Natasha cuts him. “That was painful to watch!” She gives a disapproving look to Bucky. “Why can’t you just tell her, Buck?”
“She doesn’t do relationships.” Bucky slouches his body even lower and now he’s almost merging with the couch.
“And so didn’t you,” Steve says. “Aren’t you guys perfect for each other?”
Natasha shakes her head, looking more disappointed at Bucky, he just groans. “Steve, I’m gonna put her to bed,” Natasha says and walks upstairs. “Talk some sense to your best friend.”
Steve spends the next one hour listening to Bucky complain about everything that goes wrong on the TV. The news is crappy, Saturday Night Live is not funny, commercials are gimmicky, the dramas are cringy.
“You know what, pal. Just call Sam, ask where they are and talk to her now,” Steve suggests. “You’re not fooling anybody, Buck. You’re in love with that girl.”
“I know, Steve. Don’t you think I know that?”
Steve sits straight. “Oh?” His voice is surprised. “I thought you’re gonna deny—”
“But she just wants to be friends,” Bucky sighs.
“She said that?”
“Yeah…” Bucky stares blankly at the TV.
“Damn, that must’ve sucked. I thought— I don’t know, she seems to be into you,” Steve says sympathetically.
Natasha pops her head from the staircase. “Steve...”
“I know, babe,” Steve tells her.
“What?” Bucky looks at Steve with a confused look.
“Now, can you leave?” Steve grins. “Lily is finally sleeping through the night. We’re planning for a sexy time tonight.”
Bucky glares at him and pretends to gag. “I hate you two. I can’t believe you choose that over my well being.”
“In a heartbeat, Buck. Now go. Let your bestfriend get laid.”
“Can I just stay here? I promise I won’t eavesdrop.”
“NO!” Natasha shouts from upstairs.
“Don’t be weird, Buck. Go home, drink some beers and then go to sleep. It’s just one date. Don’t overthink it, all right, pal?” Steve peels his best friend off from the couch.
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That night is the longest night in Bucky’s life since Afghanistan. He doesn’t know unrequited love can hurt so much. He spent his life fooling around with girls who were into him. It was always him who needed to back off before the relationship turned too serious. Even when he had casual sex with Y/N all those years, everything seemed so innocent and fun, no harm no foul.
He doesn’t know jealousy can sting worse than bullet wounds.
And Steve was wrong, it turns out it’s not just one date.
The following Friday evening when Bucky brings home pizza and beers to Y/N’s house, he finds her dressed up again. He whistles and compliments her, “God, look at you.”
She blushes a little. “I can’t hang out today,” she says gingerly.
“Where are you going? I didn’t know you have art events. I can just watch Netflix and wait for you.” Bucky opens the can of beer.
Her nose scrunches. “Um, it’s better you don’t wait up.”
“Why?” Bucky starts to feel anger creeping up on him.
“I have a date. Thought maybe—, I don’t know. Maybe I'll get lucky?” she says it awkwardly.
“You’re kidding me?” Bucky’s tone is stern.
“Buck, come on. You know we’re just—”
“Friends. Yeah, yeah. Fuck that,” he snaps.
Y/N sighs, she sits on the island stool. She knows Bucky’s not gonna let this one go easily.
“I thought you said you don’t do relationships? What the fuck are you doing? Second date?”
She doesn’t move, her eyes diverting Bucky.
“God, Rogers. You’re pissing me off.” Bucky means the words more seriously than it sounds. She feels a punch in her gut when Bucky calls her last name. It’s been a while and somehow it comes out cold, not playful. He’s been calling her all the sweet things lately; doll, sweetheart, baby. They’ve been acting like couples and it’s getting real and Y/N worries they’ve crossed the line without them knowing it. So when Sam proposed an absurd idea, she thought it was a solution.
She was wrong. It was a bad idea.
“Answer me,” Bucky asks her sternly.
“I don’t know what to say…” she says with a sense of guilt.
“Yes you do!” Bucky’s voice is hoarse. “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. You’re killing me. You know how I feel about you!”
“Bucky! I told you not to pressure me! I don’t want—”
“But I want!” he shouts, it comes out like a cry, sharp like a dagger cuts deep into her heart. “Don’t you care about what I want?”
Her eyes start to well up but she’s still not looking at Bucky.
“How could you give that guy a chance and not me?” he asks in agony.
“Buck, you know how much you mean to me…” she chokes.
“Then don’t hurt me.”
“I never meant to hurt you—”
“Then why can’t you love me?”
“I lo—” she stops. Her heart stops. The world stops for a second, just to let her catch her breath. Does she now— love Bucky? Didn’t she know that a long time ago, and she didn’t want to do anything because her stories always ended with heartbreaks? Will this one end with heartbreak too, even before it starts?
“I can’t do this now. I really have to go.” She grabs her purse and bolts out, slamming the door, leaving Bucky alone with anguish and grief.
—-
Steve sits with his best friend on the couch, dozens of empty beer bottles scattered on the coffee table. Never in a million years he thought he would see Bucky like this, defeated, hopeless. Even those dark days when he was struggling with his PTSD and adjusting with his new arm, Steve still saw the light in his eyes.
“Well, you did talk to her, didn’t you? At least you tried,” Steve says with consolation.
“I thought pouring your heart out could be liberating… but all I felt was just guilt. I felt so bad, like I was pressing her. I was doing the same with the other guys.”
“No you’re not, Buck.”
“How am I not? I promised her to be her friend, not to ever ask for more.”
“Buck, trust me. You deserve to say what you feel. A man can only do so much. So you fell in love with her, that wasn’t your fault, pal.”
“So, what now? Do I give her an ultimatum?” he chuckles, acidly.
“Can you still carry on with this fuc—, friends with benefits thing?”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Then tell her that.”
“See, that’s my point, Steve. I’m exactly like the guys that hurt her in the past.”
“How is that exactly, you moron?” Steve asks gruffly.
Bucky ponders, “Because… I’m leaving her…”
Steve reaches his hand to Bucky’s shoulder, kneading the tight knots. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Buck. It’s for the best. It’s either you lose her or you lose yourself. It won’t do her any good if you’re unhappy too.”
Bucky looks at Steve with gratitude, his old buddy who is always good, who always knows what to say to make him feel better. One thing Bucky is sure of in this world is that Steve Rogers is always right. Of course he won’t ever say that out loud, he’s going to have perpetual bragging rights, but it is matter-of-factly true.
“Now, please go home.” Steve grins.
“What? Sexy time again?” Bucky squelches.
“I told you, Lily is finally sleeping through the night. With all the sleeping we have, Nat and I are finally happy people again. And happy people loves sex.” Steve laughs at his own joke.
Bucky doesn’t go home instead, he stops at the side of the road and calls Sam but he doesn’t pick up. He wants to ask Sam if he knows where Y/N goes for the date.
December will be here tomorrow and New York starts to freeze. Bucky's metal arm gets cold in this kind of weather and he hates it, and he also hates his phone for failing him now, the battery is showing an alert to run out soon. He also hates the shoes he’s wearing, somehow hurting his toes, he also hates— no, he doesn’t hate those things. He’s blaming everything for his crappy feeling, because the girl he’s in love with is getting cozy with another man. He hates that and the fact that he couldn’t do anything to stop that. So he has to tell her now, because he can’t deal with this ache for another night.
On the fourth try, Sam finally answers the call, “What?”
“Hey, Sam.”
“What?” Sam’s breath is heavy, there’s moaning in the background.
“Geez, are you—?”
“Yes, I’m in the middle of something, this better be fucking urgent, Buck!” He sounds annoyed.
“Shit, I, um— I was thinking—”
“Geez, spit it out, Barnes!”
“Where are you?”
“I’m in my apartment, why?”
“Do you know if Y/N went out with your boyfriend’s brother again?”
“Yes, so?”
Bucky sighs, he doesn’t know what else to say.
“Geez, Buck. You should’ve told her how you feel.” There’s sympathy in Sam’s tone.
“I”m trying, Wilson. I need to see her now.”
“Actually, the reason why Riley is in my apartment is because his brother told him not to come home. I think they went to his place?”
“Fuck,” Bucky swears.
“Sorry, man.”
Bucky is quiet again, internally swearing all the bad words he knows in multiple languages.
“Hey, Buck… I gotta go,” Sam says.
“Yeah, ok.”
And then Sam hangs up.
Bucky kicks the lamp post and he groans because it hurts his toes. Stupid shoes! And he wants to throw his phone, and he wants to scream, he wants to hit something, anything!
There’s a lump on his throat that gets bigger every time he thinks about what Y/N would be doing now, it’s suffocating. He hates this feeling, helpless, worried, jealous. He hates— No, He loves… He loves her.
All of this is because he loves her and he never really tells her. He should’ve told her that he loves her so much it hurts, it kills him. He should’ve told her that he forgot how to smile and laugh uncontrollably until he met her again at Steve’s wedding. He should’ve told her how scared he was with intimacy because of the abuse he received, but she just made all of those fears immaterial, so easily. With her, life turned from bad to good; from hard to easy.
He’s found something that he’s been searching his whole life, in her.
How he wishes he’d told her.
[Part 5] | [Part 7-finale]
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A/N: Just one more chapter to the ending! I hope this one is not too angsty (trust me I've toned it down :p) Feedback and comments are welcome. I love to know what you’re feeling when you read their story. :) It's kinda bittersweet for me because it's gonna end next chapter and I've been having blast writing this!
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The Slip Up Masterlist
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Series Summary: After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes. 
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Single mom) Reader
Warnings: Language, adulting, mentions of sexual past. (You wanna talk about a slow burn…)
Chapter 1.             Chapter 16            Epilogue   
Chapter 2              Chapter 17           
Chapter 3.             Chapter 18
Chapter 4              Chapter 19
Chapter 5              Chapter 20
Chapter 6              Chapter 21
Chapter 7              Chapter 22
Chapter 8              Chapter 23
Chapter 9              Chapter 24
Chapter 10            Chapter 25
Chapter 11            Chapter 26
Chapter 12            Chapter 27
Chapter 13            Chapter 28
Chapter 14            Chapter 29
Chapter 15            Chapter 30
(Completed)
Updated Last: 10-5-21
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