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buckysnumberonegirl · 5 months

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dark nights

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you don't think sharing a room with your lecturers is a big deal. not until professor rogers starts going a little too far with his sleepwalking. thankfully, professor barnes is there to talk you through it.

content warning: dark!steve x f!reader x soft!dark!bucky, age gap, somnophilia, dub/noncon, naive!reader, smut, voyeurism, booby stuff, fingering, penetrative sex, rough sex, cream pie, cockwarming.

As you lie on your side, the gentle sound of rain pattering against the window soothes you. You've never been quick to fall asleep, but the motel's lumpy mattress isn't helping. You are appreciate of Steve's warmth, though, and the fact that you don't feel uncomfortable to be sharing a bed with him at all.

When Professor Barnes invited you on this research trip, you knew you couldn't turn the opportunity down. Two weeks with two of the greatest minds in quantum physics? You had to say yes, utterly honored that they allowed you, a mere freshman barely two months into her college career, to accompany them.

Bucky was happy to take the sofa bed, where he lays now. He's still awake; you can hear him typing on his phone every so often. It's only been ten minutes since you got into bed but they did tell you Steve takes only minutes to fall into a deep sleep. They also warned you that he's prone to sleepwalking, which doesn't worry you - until you feel his arm wrap around you.

"Professor Rogers?" You whisper, turning your head to find his eyes closed as he softly snores.

"Everything alright?" Bucky asks you from the couch. The lamp by the TV is still on so you can clearly see him sitting up.

"Uh, yeah," You reply lowly. "All good."

Not convinced by your tone, Bucky stands up to check on you, his brows furrowing. "Steve sleepwalks, as we mentioned, pay it no mind," He assures you. "Try and get some sleep, flower. Big day tomorrow."

You take his advice, shutting your eyes and trying your best to relax - but then you feel Steve's hand cup your breast. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying wide open.

"Professor Barnes," You call out to Bucky, who's still standing by the couch.

"What's wrong?" He asks you, taking a step closer.

"He.... he's touching my... chest," You manage to spurt out, cringing inwardly.

Bucky tuts, slowly walking over to you. "I'm sorry about him, but you must stay calm," He tells you firmly. "You can't wake up a sleepwalker."

Steve's fingers start rubbing and pulling at your nipple, making you freeze up. "He... Professor Barnes, please stop him!" You beg him desperately.

"Shh," Bucky whispers soothingly, coming closer to where you lay. His glasses rest lowly on his nose, the pipe in his mouth letting out smoke. "Be brave, flower. It can be incredibly dangerous to wake someone while they're sleepwalking."

"I - this isn't sleepwalking," You whisper, holding back your whimpers while Steve paws at your tits.

"Ah, but it is," Bucky retorts. "Sleepwalkers don't only get up and trot around in the night. I've heard some cases where they cook and eat an entire meal while asleep, and one man even drove all the way to work. It's a dynamic ailment, flower, please be patient with him. I'm sorry, I didn't know Steve's sleepwalking could manifest in a sexual manner, but I'm sure he'll stop soon."

You bite down on your lip and hope he's right. Carefully, you try to move Steve's hands off your breasts, but he only squeezes them harder, making you squirm. Suddenly he pulls up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold air - and worse, to Bucky's eyes.

"Professor," You shudder, bringing your hands up to cover your chest.

"Just relax," Bucky says lowly, his eyes dark. "It'll be over soon."

Steve pins your left shoulder down firmly before moving his head down. You aren't sure what he's doing until you feel his lips wrap around your nipple. A whimper leaves your mouth as he sucks on your tit, conflicting feelings coursing through you. Though you're terrified and embarrassed, you also feel pangs of pleasure shooting through you like electricity.

"Remain calm, flower," Bucky utters soothingly. "Let him continue and he'll stop on his own accord. We cannot wake him."

You're slightly frustrated at his words - surely a professor forcing his way on a student, whether consciously or not, is more important than whatever danger to Steve you would be posing by waking him up? You try to push him off you, but even in slumber, he's much too strong and heavy for you to try and fight against him.

Steve's hand suddenly pushes past the hemline of your shorts and bypasses your panties. You almost squeal as his fingers plunge into you with no warning, three digits stretching your entrance. The ease with which he's able to slide in, the juices which coat his fingers, leave you incredibly ashamed.

"Professor Barnes," You cry lowly between shaky breaths. "It - he's hurting me."

"Shh, shh, shh," Bucky hushes you as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, honey, I really am, but there's nothing I can do. Try and close your eyes, think about something else."

You squeeze your eyes shut but no pleasant thoughts can distract you from Steve fucking you with his fingers. He curls and scissors them inside you, making your stomach flip. The sound of his fingers sloshing in and out of your wet cunt fill the room, and you're utterly humiliated.

Small whines and moans rush past your lips uncontrollably as Steve fingers you faster, his mouth still latched onto your hard nipple. You wince, trying not to let the pleasure take over, determined to remain professional.

"You're doing so well, flower," Bucky says as he looks your body up and down, watching as Steve violates you. "Being such a good girl, so calm."

"Please, Sir," You whimper, shaking your head. "Make him stop."

"I'm sure it won't be much longer, now," Bucky assures you, biting on his smoke pipe. "That's it, flower, stay nice and relaxed."

Your heart is beating out of your chest and it only beats harder when you feel Steve's hard cock resting against your bare thigh. Before you can move away from him, he pulls his fingers out of you and rips apart your shorts, panties and all. Your body is frozen in shock as he shoves you onto your side with a gruff grunt, and before you get the chance to realize what's about to happen and brace yourself for it, Steve pushes his entire cock into your cunt.

"Oh, my God!" You can't help but cry loudly. Hoping it's enough to wake him, you feel a sense of relief as he stops moving. There are a few moments of silence and just as you look up and meet Bucky's eyes with your tear-filled ones, Steve begins to roughly fuck you.

His hips snap against yours over and over as he mercilessly probes you with his thick cock. You could swear it feels like you're being torn apart, every inch of your skin on fire as you tightly grip onto the sheets.

"Just stay calm," Bucky says casually as he strokes your hair, watching Steve fuck you like an animal. "That's a good girl, just take it."

"Please," You whimper, crying with every hard thrust he serves you. It makes you feel even worse when the pain begins to make room for pleasure, as though you're just as animalistic and depraved as Steve's unconscious alter ego.

The springs in the mattress squeak beneath you as Steve fucks you harder and the headboard repeatedly smacks against the wall with a heavy thump. He lets out low grunts and growls into your ear, his hands keeping you pinned to the bed. A part of you doesn't believe that he's genuinely sleepwalking when you see the look in his eyes - but you remember what Bucky said. Some people can cook meals and drive cars while sleepwalking - it is so crazy to think someone could have sex while sleepwalking?

Still, though, you refuse to let Bucky know that a part of you is finding the sordid encounter enjoyable. While pleasure envelopes you and cascades down your spine, you keep on a strong face in hopes that it'll convince Bucky you can remain professional even in the most difficult and absurd situations.

"That's it, flower, you're being so good," Bucky mumbles, gently stroking your cheek. "It's almost over, I promise. Just a little longer. You're taking this all so well, being so good for us. We knew you would be."

His words confuse you for a second - did they know this was going to happen? But you shake away those thoughts. There's no way they would have let you come if they knew this was possible, you must have misunderstood him.

Steve's thrusts become quicker and harder as he fucks you into the mattress. Your legs shake and you can't believe how close you are to climaxing. You try to hold it back, refusing to orgasm in front of your professors, but when Steve suddenly begins rubbing harsh circles onto your clit while pulling and twisting your nipple, you know you have no control. With a loud cry, you cum onto his cock, your cunt squeezing around his pulsating shaft.

"That's it, good girl," Bucky mumbles, stroking your slacked jaw as your eyes roll back and your body trembles and shakes.

Steve thrusts a few more times before he cums with a grunt, filling you with his seed. You gasp at the feeling, his warm cum coating your insides, his twitching cock beating against your walls.

"You did so well," Bucky says, his own cock hard and leaking precum, threatening to burst through his pants. "You've been such a good girl tonight."

All you can let out is a weak whimper.

Bucky gives you a soft smile. "Now, get some sleep," He tells you firmly before making his way to the bathroom.

You breathe heavily, trying to process the events of the night, equally as ashamed as you are exhausted. A few moments pass and you wait for Steve to pull out and return to his side of the bed, but he remains where he is with his cock inside you, heavy arm around your body, soft snores leaving his mouth.

You try to push him off you but he only grips you tighter and even thrusts his softening cock in and out of you a few times, scaring you into remaining perfectly still for the rest of the night.

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Sugar and Spice

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: You make a sweet impression on one of the new tattoo artists in the neighborhood. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Flirting, fluff, innuendos, brief moment of insecurity (reader's mom kind of sucks, sorry!), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Future smut, slight angst, and feels. A/N: Because I "need" another tattoo AU, let me introduce you to Hottie and Sugar. ❤️ Thank you to @rookthorne , @sweeterthanthis, @dreamlessinparis, @11thstreetvigilante for listening to me ramble about this man and some future upcoming shennanigans. Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics, and Bucky edit by the wonderful Nix. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first time Bucky Barnes walked into your bakery, your best friend and co-owner, Tess, assumed he was lost. Maybe because he didn't appear to be your average customer. A confident aura surrounded him, like he took what he wanted without question. You hadn't encountered a man who looked like sin incarnate before.

It took you a moment to greet him with how dry your mouth had gone.

The stranger didn't smile as he made it to the counter in a few strides. It surprised you that he got through the door with his massive frame. The dark t-shirt and jeans looked painted on and the skin you could see was littered with tattoos. A handsome package wrapped up with chestnut brown hair past his ears, short beard, and steel blue eyes.

Lust at first sight was an understatement.

It was as if he walked out of your wet dreams and into your life.

Sin. Incarnate.

You smiled from ear to ear when you saw him up close, even though he still didn't smile back. You didn't take it personally. Tess once said you were too sweet for your own good, but you replied you never knew what was going on with your customers. Maybe a bit of kindness would brighten their day.

You weren't sure if it was friendliness that he needed, but he wouldn't stop staring at you.

You admitted to yourself later that his gaze made your heart pound and it wasn't out of intimidation.

"Hi. What can I get for you?" you asked.

He blinked and looked toward the display case, giving you a chance to exhale.

When did you start holding your breath?

"Something sweet," he said, his voice huskier than you expected as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Those were the exact words my punk friend said."

"That's extremely helpful in a bakery," you deadpanned.

His eyebrows shot up as you dropped the serious expression and started laughing. It surprised you when he laughed with you. Not only did you consider his reaction a personal victory, but it made him look even more handsome.

How was that possible?

"Exactly what I said."

"Well, not sure if he's allergic to anything or how many of you are eating, but we can do an assortment of cookies if you'd like," you suggested, walking to the end of the case to show him the different flavors.

"That sounds good. A dozen should work," he said, narrowing his eyes as he placed his large hands on the glass and looked it over again. Was it rude to stare at him? "And since the punk didn't tell me what he wanted, surprise me."

"I'll pick the best flavors," you smiled as you grabbed a box and tongs.

"What's your favorite?" he asked curiously, folding his hands and resting his chin on top of them as you selected the cookies.

Your cheeks flamed when you realized he was watching you. You hoped you didn't drop anything. "Can't go wrong with chocolate chip. It's a classic. If I had to pick a favorite treat overall, I'd pick the caramel chocolate brownie. Simple, but full of flavor."

"I'll take one of those, too, please."

"Sure. You'll have to let me know what you think," you said, placing the best brownie from the batch in a smaller box.

"So, you're saying you want me to come back," he said with a half smile as he pushed himself off the display to follow you back to the register. "Is that it?"

Is he flirting with me? No, he couldn't be.

Your mom chastised you for ending things with your recent boyfriend. According to her, you should've appreciated that a charming, good-looking man wanted you all of all people. It hurt to hear that, but he turned out to be a jerk and you refused to settle for less than what you deserved.

You also wouldn't let negative thoughts cloud your safe space.

"I wouldn't mind," you giggled before you cleared your throat. Even if by some miracle he was hitting on you, you weren't supposed to flirt while you worked. "We like having repeat customers," you added.

"I'm sure you have plenty. It's a cute shop."

You looked for a hint of sarcasm on his face and found none. "Thanks," you said, holding your head a bit higher. The shop was your baby and you took pride in it, always doing your best to make it as bright and welcoming as you could. "And I really would like to know what you think. Always looking to improve if we can."

"It's a good thing I'm just across the street," he said as he got his wallet out. "I can sample the entire menu."

You began to ring him up when you paused. "You don't happen to work in the new tattoo shop, do you?"

Some of the other business owners on the block weren't too happy about a tattoo parlor opening up, afraid that it would attract a rougher crowd. You knew better than to judge a book by its cover. You also felt bad that you hadn't had a chance to go over to introduce yourself.

"Co-owner. What gave it away?" he asked, reminiscent of your deadpan delivery moments ago.

"Oh, just this feeling," you teased, wondering how many tattoos he had hidden under his clothes. You cut that thought off and stopped him when he took some cash out to pay. "On the house as a small welcome to the neighborhood."

He moved his hand over to the tip jar and dropped the money in. "Thanks," he gave you a half smile again as he glanced at the nametag on your bright apron and said your name.

It sounded like honey on his tongue.

"I'm Bucky, by the way. Nice to meet you," he said, taking the boxes.

"Nice to meet you, too," you smiled back, a wave of heat rolling down your chest at the thought of him coming back to see you. "Enjoy the treats."

"I'm sure they'll be as sweet as you, Sugar," he smirked.

You stood there, stunned, as he walked out of the shop. Thankfully it was a slow time of day and you had a moment to fan yourself once you remembered to breathe. You had half a mind to get a tattoo as an excuse to see him again.

"Who the hell was that?" Tess asked from behind you.

You jumped and clutched your chest, forgetting that she was in the shop. "My new crush," you answered without thinking.

"Obviously. I thought he was lost until he ordered something," she snickered as she nudged your shoulder. "You were giggling."

"Yeah. Well, I doubt he'll be back," you mumbled, going to the case to wipe it down.

"Oh, he'll be back. I saw how he looked at you," she said, moving her eyebrows up and down. "You're the sugar he wants to taste."

"Did you see how hot he is? He has plenty of 'sugar' out there and I'm," you waved your hand as you tried to think of a good comparison. "I don't know. I'm Splenda."

"Okay. First, that sounds like your mother talking, which is not allowed in here. Second, you're not Splenda. You're the whole bakery. No putting yourself down in our sanctuary," Tess said sternly. She liked to give you a hard time as your best friend, but she was serious when it came to your love life and self-esteem. "For real. You're a catch."

"Maybe he'll fall in love after he eats the brownie I gave him," you joked.

"That's the spirit," Tess said, graciously not calling you out on your deflection. "He'll be back."

You didn't want to get your hopes up over a stranger, but you did want to see him again.

You just didn't expect him to visit your shop again the very next day.

"So," he said when he went to the counter and set his hands on it, blocking out everything behind him. "About that brownie."

"Yeah?" you asked breathlessly, praying you looked halfway decent. "What did you think?"

"Best fucking brownie I've ever had," he grinned and rubbed his stomach. The praise rendered you speechless. "What else is good here?"

Me. I'm good.

You wished you said what was on your mind, but you gave him one of the leftover sample cakes instead.

It went on like that for over a week. Bucky would stop in and select a new dessert. On the slower days, he tried the treat at the counter and chatted with you. Tess messaged you on your day off to tell you how disappointed he looked when you weren't there. He bought two items when you saw him the next day.

The brownie was still his favorite.

So you decided to surprise him when he showed up at his usual time. The blue Henley made his eyes stand out more and the smile he gave you sent heat through your core. Your hand managed not to shake as you held up a plate for him. You couldn't help but want to impress him.

"Is that my brownie?" he asked when he went to greet you.

"With a twist. Caramel chocolate brownie, but I added chocolate fudge frosting," you replied, handing it to him. His fingers touched yours and you wished at that moment that the counter didn't separate the two of you. "I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I will," he said, keeping his eyes on you as he brought the brownie to his mouth and took a bite. They slipped shut as he let out a deep moan. His head fell back briefly, too.

Your fingers twisted in your apron as you pressed your thighs together. Did he do that on purpose or was it that good? You didn't think your treats were worthy of pornographic sounds.

"Fucking delicious," he promised as he opened his eyes and took another bite. "It'll hurt my feelings if you don't add this to the menu."

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it," you said, wondering if the words sounded as breathless as you felt.

"I haven't tried a single thing here I didn't like, Sugar."

"Why do you keep calling me 'Sugar'?"

"'Cause you seem sweet, like these treats you make for everyone," Bucky stated as a matter of fact. "I can stop if you don't like it."

"Please, don't stop," you said. You liked hearing it from him.

He smirked as he licked a bit of frosting off his thumb, your mouth salivating at the sight. "Not how I expected to hear those words from you."

Blood rushed to your cheeks as your brain tried to process what he said. You could play it cool. Or play along. "Well, Hottie, if you're lucky, you might hear them in a different way."

Bucky's mouth shifted from a smirk to a full blown grin. "Hottie?"

You tried to summon the ground to swallow you up, but it didn't work.

"Well. Yeah. I mean, you call me Sugar, which makes you Spice. Spices can be hot and you're a hottie," you said with as much dignity as possible before you giggled. "Or I can just call you Bucky and we forget this entire conversation."

"I won't forget. My memory can be fuzzy at times, but I'll remember this conversation," he promised, tapping his temple. "And keep calling me that. I like it."

You leaned across the counter, trying to look as enticing as possible. At least, as much as you could in your work apron. He visited the shop multiple times now and he was definitely flirting with you now. You could make a move.

Don't be Splenda. Be the whole bakery.

"Bucky, would you want to-"

The door swung open before you could finish your question, your shoulders slumping in defeat. "There you are, Buck. Andy is actually smiling at someone. Hal's trying to get a picture. You gotta see this."

Bucky's nostrils flared as he closed his eyes. "Fucking punk."

He sounds as disappointed as I feel.

"Friend of yours?" you guessed.

"That's just Steve with his impeccable timing."

Bucky stepped aside so you could get a look at his friend. The man was just as large as your newfound crush, also covered in tattoos with long, blonde hair and a trimmed beard. And he was beaming at you.

"You must be Sugar. Buck mentioned you."

"Is that right?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah," Steve smiled. "Hasn't shut up about you."

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you gazed at the brunette. He didn't look ashamed or embarrassed as he stared back. You must have made some sort of good impression on him if he spoke to a friend about you.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he asked, ignoring his friend for the time being as he handed you his empty plate.

"Yeah. I'm opening the shop," you answered.

"If I'm not arrested for murdering my best friend, I'll come back and we can finish our conversation," he said as Steve frowned. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling. "If that's okay with you."

Who in their right mind would say "no"?

"More than okay. I'll see you tomorrow," you said, giving Steve a wave as Bucky stomped toward him. "Nice meeting you, Steve."

"You, too. Keep making those cookies! They're so good!" he chuckled as his friend chased him out of the shop.

"Oh, who the hell was that?!" Tess shouted from the back of the office.

"A friend with bad timing," you called back with a shake of your head.

"You were finally going to ask him out, weren't you?" she asked, poking her head out. "About time. Sick of hiding in the office so I don't have to watch you two flirt."

You scoffed when you caught her smiling. "You love being in the office. And tomorrow is a new day. I'll ask him."

"You better wear something pretty for your hottie."

She's never going to let me live that nickname down.

You weren't sure what you were going to wear tomorrow, but you knew you couldn't wait to open the shop and see Bucky again.

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My dragoness || Harwin Strong x Reader

A/N: Welp,here I am once again. Seems like anesthesia gives people inspiration to write more. I literally wrote this in like an hour (which is amazing). Here is more food for the hungry and thirsty Harwin Strong stans! Send more Harwin requests babes! <3

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Your marriage out of pure love for the man you loved was one of the few to ever occur in House Targaryen. You had met Ser Harwin Strong years ago when the man had joined the City Watch led by your uncle. With months and days passing your eyes sought for him more and more often,and so did his. The flower of love had blossomed between the two of you after he invited you to be his dance partner during one of the many feasts thrown in the Palace. Soon after, Harwin had spoken to his father, leading to your father's approval of your courtship.

People in Court were absolutely smitten with the younger princess and the man who had won her heart over the years. Half a year later your wedding happened, making you officially Harwin Strong's wife, putting a start to your shared life together.

It was early in the morning years later when the wails of an infant echoed around the walls of the Red Keep. The younger princess had just given birtht to hers and her husband's, Harwin Strong, second child who was yet to be named. The small babe squirmed around in his mother's arms while the Maester and his apprentices took care of the afterbirth process. Meanwhile, her beloved had just entered the chambers where the two resided, a giant smile evident on the man's face.

"My love." Harwin said, earning your attention, moving it away from your son. Your returned his smile,all the tiredness and pain being replaced by love and adoration. "It is a boy, I had just been told." Your husband said while he walked towards your bedside.

One look at his child was enough for the Strong man to feel like a child himself who had just seen the most beautiful thing ever.

"A healthy son." You said, adding to his words. He leaned in closer to your, placing his hand on your sweaty cheek before kissing your lips. No words needed at this moment. Your oldest, Vaenys, was currently at Dragonstone, visiting his aunt and cousins, something he has been wishing to do for months now.

"You are a soldier,my love. I can't be more proud of my wife." Harwin said as he held one of your hands that circled your son's small body.

With the day of your labors nearing, knowing what was about to occur once again after the birth,you and Harwin decided it would be best to grant Vaenys his dear wish.

Ever since the birth of your oldest nephew, Jacaerys, the Queen has developed the obsession of wishing to see the child mere hours after it was born in desperate attempts to try and accuse any of the two sisters in being unfaithful and bearing illegitimate children. You had no idea what was happening in your sister's life after she married Ser Laenor Velaryon and fled to Dragonstone, but you knew their marriage wasn't a traditional one. Your brother-in-law had his preferences and your sister had hers.

The cup started to get fuller when your first son was born. Alicent, from the moment she saw the babe and his head full of dark hair, declared the Strong boy illegitimate. Ever since, whispers had been going around court, speculating the paternity of your son.

"No true Targaryen has ever been born with hair different than silver, Your Grace!" Were Alicent's words. "The Targaryen blood runs thick, this boy has black hair!"

Your father was the one who stood by your side, dismissing all the rumors.

Your children were pure and innocent, an evidence for your and your husband's love for each other. Sadly, the moment of the birth that was supposed to be happy was quickly ruined by the Queen's lady in waiting.

Harwin laid on the bed next to you, holding your son and peppering his small face with kisses when the woman dressed in crimson colors entered the room. Her head stood low as she spoke.

"The Queen wishes to see the child." With that the young woman left, the happiness your son had brought you now replaced by anger and resentment.

"I am so tired of this." You said as you slowly stood up from the bed, quiet whimpers of discomfort and pain escaping your mouth, the damages by the birth still affecting your sore and tired body.

"Let me come with you." Harwin said as he came by your side,babe in his arms. You nodded before speaking once again:

"Give him to me." You said, outstretching your arms towards your husband.

"Let me hold him,you are exhausted enough." Harwin said. His words made your heart feel warm, seeing how caring and loving he was.

"No,she won't get much satisfaction out of that. Give him to me." You said once again. Letting out a sight, he handed your son to you. Slowly the three of you walked towards your father's chambers where he and his wife expected you.

With moans of pain you climbed all the stairs to the royal chambers, the little body that you held now wiggling around being fussy as if he could sense the tension his parents held.

"Y/N, before we enter,look at me." Harwin said, pulling you to a stop. His free hand that wasn't supporting your body went under you chin, making you look at him.

Before you could say anything his lips on your interrupted you.

"Whatever is about to be said inside,know, that I love you and our children endlessly. They are mine,I am their father, no one could challenge that. The Queen's words are the results of her fear for her own children and hatred towards ours, the ones who also have a claim. Do not let her get to you, you're a dragoness,my dragoness, our son claimed a dragon,hers couldn't." Your husband's words filled your body with fresh confidence.

"I love you so much, thank you for this,for all this." You said, pecking his cheek softly.

The big wooden doors opened, reveling your father who sat on a chair in front of his granite figurines and his wife who was pacing around the room. It seemed Alicent was awaiting you impatiently.

"Ah, my daughter, Ser Harwin!" Your father exclaimed as he saw you, standing up from his seat.

Viserys stoos in front of you, kissing your cheeks before hugging your husband. Your father's eyes then fell on his now fifth grandchild that cooed in his mother's arms.

"A son or a daughter?" He asked, looking at your husband,pulling down the blanket that covered the babe's small head.

"A son, Your Grace, another strong boy in the family." Harwin said with a proud smile,one of his hands circling your waist, pulling your softly to his body, pressing another loving kiss to your hair.

The King let out a happy laugh as he leaned he had another healthy grandson to celebrate, the view of his daughter and her husband making him even happier.

"How delightful! A feast shall be thrown in the little one's honor as soon as my daughter is well enough to attend alongside her husband and my two grandsons!" Your father exclaimed. His excitement didn't please his wife very much,as he was next to speak as soon as he was finished.

"And may I asked, Princess, what is the babe's hair? A Targaryen silver, may I presume?" Alicent asked, her voice laced with venom as her eyes lingered over the blanked that hid your son away from her sight.

" A Strong's raven, my queen. It runs in my side of the family." You husband was quick to deliver an answer, making a small smirk to appear on your face as you started at your son, your head lowered.

"Ah, of course." Your father said, earning all the attention in the room." The infamous question. I know of my wife's prejudice regarding my grandson's appearance, that is why I called the Grand Maester on my own record, asking for him to bring along the book of all the great houses and their heritage." Viserys said.

His words were followed by another presence in the room. Maester Mellos held the book in question in his hand, standing by the door waiting for permission to enter.

"What can you tell us of the current situation, Grand Maester? Please come in." Your father invited the old man inside.

Maester Mellos headed for the table in the middle of the room. Placing the ancient book over it, he opened it, turning its pages looking for the answer.

"The Targaryen blood does run think,Your Grace." The old man started,now looking over your family tree and all it's descendants. Every person bkrn in House Targaryen carried the signature silver hair, without any exception. "But the seed does run strong, my King." He added.

You never imagined to feel more relieved and confident than you felt after hearing this.

"The father is the one responsible for the gender of the child, the mother is the one who carries it for nine moons and has the task to bring it to the world safe."

The words made the tension disappear from your body,replaced by pure happiness.

" I, myself, never questioned that, Grand Maester. Thank you for your time and knowledge,you may go now." Your father said, dismissing the older man.

All that had happened, however, wasn't very pleasant for your body. Just as your father was about to speak to his wife, angered with her words and suspicions towards his daughter your voice echoed around the room,one of pain and discomfort. Thankfully,your husband was by your side, keeping you standing and your son safe in your arms as you panted.

"Let her lay down! Send once again for the Maester!" Your father said. "Look at what you have done with all the filth your spilled!" He shouted at his wife.

"It hurts, Harwin, it hurts badly." You sobbed,now laying on the bed in the King's chambers. Your newborn's son's wails could be heard in the distance as a wet nurse carried him away to be fed and put to sleep.

"I know,my love, I myself took a lance through the shoulder once." Harwin said, trying to ease the tension.

"It is not time to be sarcastic, husband!" You yelled, punching his shoulder. However,his remark did make you laugh before pain hit you once again.

"You'll be fine, we'll be fine, know this." He said as he held you in his arms.

The Maester arrived not long after. Apparently all the physical activity that occured after the birth had caused bleeding inside you that now needs lots of rest to properly heal. Your father's wrath went around the entire castle, falling on the Queen herself for being the one responsible for this.

With years passing your sons grew up to be just like their father. There wasn't a trace of his that Harwin Strong had not passed down to his children. He taught them how to fight,how to be an honorable man,while you, their mother, made them dragonriders. The Strong boys may carry their father's traces and minds, but they also carried the Targaryen blood and nobody could ever challenge that.

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buckysnumberonegirl · 2 years

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NECK KISSES but to the point they make out with your neck and then move to your shoulders and then back to your lips, and then your hand and then

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buckysnumberonegirl · 2 years

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In an alternate universe you’re someone’s

Smells like Y/N candle

What would you candle smell like?

For me I think cashmere sage and smoke

#y/n #candles #self insert #reader insert #man smells #smells

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loveless — bucky barnes

synopsis: hating Bucky Barnes is easy. Sleeping with him and keeping the feelings away proves to be much more difficult.

warnings: swearing, slight mention of anxiety symptoms, SMUT (oral: f&m receiving, PinV sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight orgasm denial, degrading language (not to reader), kissing)

His eyes are darker than usual today.

That’s the first thing you notice as you sit across the table from him, glaring at him with a clenched jaw. He’s glaring right back, neither of you trying to pay attention to your boss as he goes through the quarterly figures.

“Got it, Barnes?” Tony’s voice brings both of you out of your hateful gaze.

You watch as Bucky clears his throat and looks over, nodding his head, “Yeah. Got it, boss.”

“I’m sure you do. You looked very engaged,” Tony mutters sarcastically.

Bucky laughs at that, “Oh, I was. In fact, Y/N’s got some ideas to increase sales this quarter. She was telling me about them last night—”

“When I was working late,” you cut in, not wanting to give the wrong impression, despite knowing Bucky’s actively trying to make you look bad, “Bucky came into my office to drop off the expense reports, and—”

“And, we got to talking,” Bucky takes over, “Tell him your great ideas, Y/N. I especially like the strip poker idea. For charity, of course.”

“That’s enough,” Tony glares at Bucky, “Y/N, any real suggestions?”

You swear your blood stops in your veins, because no, you didn’t have any real suggestions. In fact, part of this job makes you feel like you’re drowning, and the ability to think outside the box is far out of your reach when you can barely think inside of it.

“Um,” you stutter, listening to Bucky chuckle victoriously across from you, “Sir, I—”

“No, then. Great. Let’s move on. Rogers, how are things on your end?”

Your eyes close under the embarrassment and you're sure you look about as incompetent as anyone can get. After a moment, you look over to Steve, who’s preparing to speak. He gives you a compassionate smile, which you return. He’s always been nice to you. Your first day on the job, he walked you all the way to Tony’s office. He brings you coffee from the breakroom frequently, and he always backs you up in meetings when he can tell you’re nervous. Your favorite part about it all is that he doesn’t have to do any of it.

Bucky rudely clears his throat, earning your attention back. You narrow your eyes, trying your best to show your annoyance in one glance. He just smirks and raises his elbow up on the arm rest, waving his metal fingers at you.

Once the meeting clears, you take your time collecting your things. Bucky escapes without a second thought while Steve hangs around, giving you a gentle and reassuring smile when you stand from your chair.

“Strip poker, huh?” he teases.

You roll your eyes, “I never suggested that.”

Steve laughs easily, leading you out of the conference room. He holds his arm out, allowing you to walk through first, and the blush that rises to your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed, you’re sure.

“I know you didn’t. Bucky’s brain is… unique.”

He watches you smile as he walks by your side down the hall, where you spy Bucky himself, leaning against the wall and flirting with Tony’s intern. Your eyes roll once again as he leans in closer, grinning like a fool as she smiles up at him with hopeful eyes. You’re sure he’s loving it.

“It sure is,” you mutter, “How’s Sam?”

“He’s good, you know, he’s spending some time with his sister and nephews…”

Steve’s voice trails off in your head as you pass by Bucky and his beloved intern. You catch his eye as you pass, glaring at him. He smirks, his eyes shamelessly checking you out even while he’s in the middle of flirting with another woman.

“Excuse me, sweetie,” Bucky mumbles, pushing himself off the wall and following behind you. With a smirk, you start swaying your hips a little bit as you walk just to fuck with him. You hear a groan from behind you, which widens your smirk greatly. “What are you two gossiping about up there?”

Steve sighs, “Do you have to be a dick every second of your life?”

“Makes things more interesting,” Bucky shrugs, “Hey, great idea in the meeting today, Y/N. I really enjoyed that panicked look on your face at the idea of disappointing Tony.”

Before you can muster up a response, Steve stops and turns around, setting his wide palm on Bucky’s chest.

“I think that’s enough, Buck,” Steve warns, “Come on, man.”

Bucky’s jaw clenches as he looks from Steve down to you, trying to stand tall even though both men tower over you — even when you’re in heels.

“You come on, Stevie,” Bucky mutters, “She can take it. Can’t you, Shortcake?”

“Stop calling me that,” you snap.

Bucky laughs, “It’s all friendly fun. I embarrass you in meetings, you get to sit across from my handsome self—”

Your eyes narrow, “You really don’t know how to apologize, do you?”

“Of course I do,” Bucky scoffs.

“Sure,” you mumble, spinning around and preparing to walk away, “You embarrassed me, Bucky. When you’re ready to apologize, I’ll be waiting.”

As you walk away, your heels against the tile being the only thing breaking the silence, you smirk when you hear Steve speak.

“Nice, Barney.”

A few minutes later, Steve drops by your office with a full mug of coffee. He’d perfected making it the way you like it, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar. You thank him and then get back to work, stopping only when Bucky sticks his head in your office as he passes. His white button down and baby blue tie work wonders for his eyes, even though they still look darker than usual to you.

“Pizza or Chinese?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Chinese,” you reply, not bothering to look away from your computer screen.

He taps your doorframe with his hand as a signal that he heard you, then hurries away as quickly as he came. The smile that graces your face is the only thing that sticks around.

“Fuck. Oh, my God. Right there.”

You pull on his hair as he buries his face in between your legs, expertly switching between tongue-fucking you and sucking on your clit. You arch your back even further, dying to get closer somehow. Your moans grow louder as you feel his scruff brushing against your thighs every time he switches positions, which only fuels him to continue.

“Jesus— please don’t stop. Let me cum, please, I’m so close. So fucking close—”

He pulls back then, a smirk plastered on his face as his lips glisten with your slick. You whine, trying your best to pull him back down to your core by his hair.

“So, you forgive me, Shortcake?” Bucky asks.

“Yes, I forgive you, please, Buck,” you beg.

He grins and yanks your body down even closer to him, settling your legs over his shoulders. He leans down and presses a kiss right above where you want him, listening to you cry out for more.

“God, I wish the guys at the office could see how you fucking beg for me,” he mutters, more to himself.

“Prick,” you mumble.

“What was that?” he questions, sucking your clit in his mouth for a second before he pulls away again, listening to you groan, “I don’t think I heard you.”

“Bucky,” you mewl.

“Alright, I’ll let you cum. But only because I’m so fucking sorry,” he remarks.

“Thank you, thank you— fuck.”

With one swipe of his tongue over your clit, you clench your thighs around his head as you release. Your eyes roll back and you have no idea what noises you’re making, but you’re too blissed out to care. He holds your hips steady as he continues tongue-fucking you through your orgasm, not faltering or stopping even once.

You come back down slowly, soft moans escaping from your lips as Bucky continues. The overstimulation sets in, and when you whine and push him away, he snickers. With one last gentle kiss to your core, Bucky pulls back and licks his lips clean, smirking as he does so.

“I fucking love the sounds you make when you cum, Shortcake,” he grins.

You sigh, “God, I wish you weren’t so good at that.”

“Why? Then you’d have an easier time not wanting to fuck me?”

“Yeah, actually,” you reply, sitting up on your elbows. Bucky had stripped you naked and then himself, although you hadn’t so much as touched him. He owed you, first. “I’m hungry.”

“Pizza’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, standing from the bed and sliding his boxers back on.

You frown, “I told you to bring Chinese.”

“I know,” he grins, earning a swat on the chest. He tosses his white button-down to you and watches as you cover yourself, lazily buttoning a few buttons before you stand.

He follows you out into the kitchen, where you collect the plates while Bucky grabs two beers out of the fridge. You open the pizza box and start tearing the slices apart to put onto the plates when Bucky leans his front to your back. He buries his face in your neck and presses his boner into your back, which has you swallowing harshly.

“Can we please have dinner like civilized people?” you grunt, doing your best not to arch into him.

Bucky scoffs, “There’s nothing civilized about the things I want to do to you, Shortcake.”

For a second, you consider giving in. You consider letting him bend you over this counter and fuck you before he feeds you. You fight to gain control of yourself, and when you do, you elbow him in the chest.

“At least let me eat before you get your fill and leave,” you mutter, shoving him off of you and grabbing your plate and your beer. You walk over to your kitchen table and sit down, centering yourself before he joins you.

Bucky grabs his plate and walks over, gripping his beer bottle tightly. He drops his plate down on the table like he would junk mail; his eyes beading into the side of your head.

“What does that mean?” he questions, “You’re the one who kicks me out every time. You stand up from the bed and say ‘You can go, Barnes’, then go shower me right off of you. Don’t think for one second I’m using you when it’s obviously the other way around.”

“Whatever,” you mumble, “Don’t yell at me.”

“If I was yelling, you’d know,” he replies, finishing off his beer and grabbing another, “Maybe you should apologize to me, now.”

“Fuck off,” you wave him away.

He takes his seat across from you and collects his plate, taking a huge bite of his food once he has hold of it. You keep your eyes focused down on your pizza, amazed that even after all this time, you never know what to say to Bucky. You don’t talk to him the way you talk to Steve — you never have.

“So,” he breaks the silence, his voice muffled through his food, “How long are you gonna let Rogers bring you coffee before you suck his dick?”

“Jesus, Bucky,” you shake your head, pushing your plate away from you, “Are you serious?”

“What?” he laughs, “You know that’s all he’s after, don’t you?”

“It is not,” you protest.

He snorts, “Okay. Finish your food.”

You just shake your head and finish off your beer, but don’t bother with another. Bucky finishes eating and sets his plate in the sink, then makes himself comfortable in your living room. The room is visible from the kitchen, and you watch as he flips on the TV from the couch.

“By all means, make yourself at home,” you call sarcastically.

He chuckles, “Yeah, yeah. Come ride me.”

You ignore the shot straight to your center that comes with those words. Imagining riding him makes your stomach flip, but doing so while he drinks beer and watches TV just feels like you’re any other girl. With how often you and Bucky fuck, you don’t want that to be the case.

You enter the living room and snatch up the remote, turning off the TV. He furrows his brows and looks up at you with an accusing expression, to which you shrug.

“My house, my rules.”

“Fine,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “Come here.”

He wraps his arm around your waist while remaining seated, his need practically plastered across his face as he pulls you closer.

“We need a condom,” you remind him.

“No,” he growls, “Let me fuck you bare. Just this once.”

“Fuck no. I don’t know what you might have—”

“I’m clean,” he promises.

“Or who you’ve been fucking—”

“I don’t fuck anyone else, Shortcake,” he admits, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yeah, right,” you roll your eyes, pulling away from him to go get a condom, “Good one, Barnes.”

“I’m serious.”

He’s gripping your waist like his life depends on it, dying to keep you still. He maintains eye contact, and when you look at him, you know he’s telling you the truth. You tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as you think about it; the idea of Bucky inside of you with nothing between you an intimidating thought.

“Bucky—”

“Please,” he continues, “We’ve been doing this for how long, now? I want to cum inside you. Mark you as mine. Just this once.”

Mark you as his?

As far as you’re concerned, this is just about the sex. You’d never pegged Bucky as into that type of shit, and before now, you thought you knew all of his kinks. Even though you hate to admit it, hate to give in, the thought of satisfying every single one of his kinks excites you.

“Okay,” you practically whisper.

He grins, and without wasting any more time, he pulls you on top of him. His mouth meets your throat in a frenzy as he frees himself from his boxers, then tugs his dress shirt up, the one you have on, bunching it at your hips.

“Y/N, can I–” he stops himself and meets your eyes, feeling your warmth as you hover over him and wait for him to enter you, “Can I kiss?”

Kissing is rare in your sex with Bucky. The only times he really kisses you are in the office when he finds you all alone in the break room, not having enough privacy to shove his hand up your skirt. Occasionally, he kisses you before he leaves, but that’s only if you don’t get up from the bed first.

“Mhm,” you hum, rocking your hips back and forth, “You can kiss me.”

You see his smile for about half a second before he kisses you, tongue invading every inch of your mouth immediately. He swallows your moans as he guides you down onto him, moaning himself when you grind your hips.

“Holy shit,” he pants as you start to bounce, “God, you look so pretty when you ride me. Need this shirt off.”

He fumbles with the buttons and eventually gets so frustrated that he tears his own shirt open, tossing it away from you like it’s personally offended him. He pulls you in for another kiss, seemingly unable to get enough now that you’ve given him permission.

“Feels so good like this, Buck,” you tell him.

He grins, “It does, baby, it does. You’re perfect. Take me so fucking well. I have to cum inside. Who knows, maybe I’ll get you pregnant. What would people at work say then, huh?”

“Fuck, you just want Steve to know you’re fucking me,” you pant.

“Hell yes, I do. I can feel you squeezing me, Shortcake. You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”

He shoves his hips up, his tip prodding that perfect spot inside you and forcing a gasp from your lips.

“Yes, Buck. Please.”

“Need you to say it,” he demands.

You’re close. So fucking close. All you need is his thumb to press lightly on your clit, and you’re sure you’d explode right here. That feeling, that desperation, would lead you to say anything to Bucky if he asked, just as long as he throws you over the edge afterward.

“Cum inside me, please,” you beg.

“Oh— shit, shit shit, cum for me, baby, now.”

His thumb meets that bundle of nerves right as he finishes inside of you, filling you to the brim as you ride out your own orgasm. The sex with Bucky has always been great, but something about this feels next level. It feels different. You don’t pinpoint it until you collapse on his chest, panting wildly as your brain catches up with your pleasure. He’s not treating you like any other girl. He’s making you feel special, cared about, praised. He’s never done that before — at least, not that you’ve noticed.

“Wow,” he mutters, “That was our best yet, I’d say.”

“Yeah,” you agree softly.

“You let me kiss you,” he observes, “Surprising.”

You swallow, hiding in his chest, “It’s a sex thing, Barnes. Don’t get cocky.”

“Right,” he remarks, “So, I guess you want me to go, then.”

He’s still inside of you, his cum slowly dripping out around him, and he’s talking about leaving. You frown and sit up, catching the vulnerable expression in his eyes.

“You could—” you start, watching his eyes light up, “I mean, if you want—”

“I want,” he says eagerly, “You have the softest fucking sheets.”

You laugh, and before he can help himself, Bucky leans up and pecks you on the lips. You’re taken aback by it, and for a moment, you don’t react. He pulls back and purses his lips, letting his eyes roam around the room so as to avoid yours.

“Um,” you swallow, “We could shower. I have some decent movies recorded.”

Bucky playfully rolls his eyes, “Legally Blonde does not count as a decent movie.”

“Hey,” you pout, “It’s a really good one. Just for that, we’re watching it.”

He grins, “Fine. But just so you know, Shortcake, I’m a cuddler.”

That shouldn’t make you smile, but it does. The butterflies that erupt through your chest should make you uncomfortable, but they don’t. In fact, the only thought your brain holds on a loop is how okay this all feels. Like maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t have to be just sex with him.

“I can deal,” you tease, “But, seriously. Shower. Your cum is dripping out of me.”

You watch Bucky’s face fall into seriousness and shock at once. He opens his mouth to speak, then presses his lips together, and gradually, his eyes fall to your center, where his cum is, in fact, dripping around him.

“Oh, my–” he stops, shifting you to his right so you lay out on the couch. Gradually and carefully, he pulls out of you and watches as it comes gushing out, leaking onto the couch.

“You’re gonna ruin my sofa,” you groan.

“I’ll buy you another,” he waves you away, eyes wide as he takes in the sight, “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Bucky.”

“Alright, alright, come on,” he takes one last look before he lifts you up, carrying you to the bathroom without a care in the world about the stain he’s left on your couch.

Bucky had certainly been right when he told you he’s a cuddler. You wake up with your back pressed into his chest, both of you taking up only about a quarter of your bed. His arm is tucked tightly around you, palm grasping your breast like it’s keeping him in place. Your alarm wakes you up, and for the first time in forever, you don’t want to get out of bed.

“Turn it off, Shortcake,” he groans, his morning voice waking you up more than any coffee could.

“Sorry,” you mumble, turning around to crawl over him to grab your phone off the nightstand.

“Mmm, stop moving.”

“You’re whiny in the mornings,” you fire back, shutting off the alarm.

“Let’s call out of work,” he decides, his eyes still plastered shut as he manipulates you back into your original position, “Nobody would catch on.”

“We’re not calling out,” you insist, “And you should go if you want to swing by your house and get clean clothes.”

He shakes his head, “I’ll wear what I wore yesterday. Steve will call me a slut, but I don’t care. Know why?”

“Why?” you indulge him.

“Because I came inside you last night, and that’s way more than he’ll ever get.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, sitting up, “That really went to your head.”

He smirks and turns on his back, sliding his left arm under his head. He flexes his muscles and watches you stare, wanting nothing more than to climb on top of him. You resist, given how you'd awakened in the middle of the night and kissed his neck until he woke up too, ready and willing to fuck you back to sleep.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks teasingly.

You narrow your eyes, “Which skirt Steve will like better. The blue one really shows off my curves, but the pink one makes my ass look amazing.”

“Mhm,” he nods, and without warning, he pounces on top of you, pushing you back onto the mattress. You squeal and giggle uncontrollably, squirming to try and break free.

“Teasing,” you say.

He smiles from above you, “Better be. I want you in that white dress today.”

“It’s at the dry cleaners. Try again.”

“That sexy white top and blue pants. White heels. I love that one on you.”

You bite your bottom lip to hide a smile, “Okay.”

Bucky’s eyes glisten with emotion, and when his gaze moves down to your mouth, you freeze.

“Can I kiss you good morning? Or is that against your rules?”

You swallow, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“Neither have I,” he confesses, “But with everything I’ve ever done to you, that’s hardly the most inhumane.”

He watches you purse your lips, waiting patiently for you to give him the go ahead. With an impatient sigh, you nod, pulling him down for a kiss.

His kiss feels more gentle, more passionate than it has before or did last night. By the time he pulls back, you’re desperate for more. He laughs when you whimper, already trying to pull him back in.

“If you’re ready for work by eight-fifteen, I’ll give you more,” he promises, “Go shower.”

His laugh fills the room when you hop up from the bed, shamelessly rushing into your bathroom and turning on the water.

At eight-eleven, you wonder when you became such a softie for Bucky Barnes. Thinking about where the two of you were yesterday versus today, you almost don’t believe it. At eight-thirteen, you don’t care how you got here, you just want more of him. At eight-fourteen, you rush into the kitchen with your heels on, smiling when you see him holding two thermos’ full of coffee.

“One minute to spare,” he smirks, standing in the same exact clothes he wore yesterday. His blazer is buttoned up, you notice, though it wasn’t before.

“I’m good,” you grin, “We have to get all this in now, because the second we walk into that building, I hate you again.”

“Same here.”

You smile, glancing down at his jacket, “Why is it all buttoned?”

He smirks again, “I may have ripped a button or two off when I gently removed it from you last night.”

“Oh, my God,” you deadpan.

“Come here. We don’t have a lot of time.”

He cups your cheeks in his hands and pulls you in for a kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth the second he has the opportunity. Quickly, his hands wander down to your ass and he palms it gently in his hands, grinning into the kiss as he does so.

“What?” you ask him.

“I’ve always wanted to grab your ass in this outfit.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a boy.”

“Mmm,” he hums, kissing you again, “We should go before I suggest moving to the couch.”

He waits for you while you collect your things, and it’s not until you stand in your driveway that you realize two things. Bucky’s car was parked outside your house all night — not too big of a deal, but still feels weird when you think of it — and the two of you have to go separately to work.

He walks ahead of you, unlocking his car and tossing his belongings onto the passenger seat.

“See you at the office, Shortcake. Don’t you dare come onto me,” he jokes.

You laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Barnes.”

He grins and gives you a semi-shy wave before he climbs into his car. He drives away the second you get into your own car, and you wait a few minutes for him to get up the road. You process the events of the past twenty-four hours as you drive to work, trying to figure out when exactly Bucky put those butterflies in your stomach. You push one thought in particular out of your head, wondering if, maybe, he’ll spend the night again tonight. It’s Friday, after all, so no work tomorrow.

By the time you park your car in the lot, you’re determined to ask him. He’s not fucking anyone else, right? That gives you confidence that he won’t reject you.

Bucky parked across the lot from you, and when you climb out of your car, he gives you a fake-friendly smile and wave.

“Morning, Y/N. How are you today?”

There’s one other employee walking from the lot to your building, so you know he’s just putting on the show to be funny. He watches as you roll your eyes and lock your car, heels tapping against the pavement as you walk.

“You’re getting a pretty early start with annoying me, Barnes,” you call over your shoulder.

He laughs, “Given how my morning went, I actually think I’m pretty far behind.”

He follows you into the building and both of you scan your badges, then head for the elevator. Steve’s standing, waiting, hands in his pockets and navy blue tie tight around his neck. At the sound of your heels, he turns and grins, earning a loud sigh from Bucky behind you.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Steve greets you.

“Good morning, Steve,” you reply.

“Good morning, Bucky,” Bucky mutters, narrowing his eyes at Steve, “Hey, buddy. I’m here, too.”

“Morning, Buck,” Steve laughs dryly, “You’re earlier than usual. Is this all a part of your plan to apologize to Y/N?”

Bucky snorts, “Oh, I apologized to her many times. She even forgave me. Loudly.”

You elbow him in the ribs then, giving Steve a fake smile, “He’s already pushing it.”

Steve laughs, “I can tell. Hey, did you get a chance to look at that loan file I sent you? It needs approval as soon as possible.”

“Not yet. I’ll look at it first thing,” you reply.

The elevator dings and the three of you file in. Steve motions for you to go first and then he walks in behind you, leaving Bucky last. Steve settles in to the left of you and Bucky to the right, where he takes advantage of Steve’s position. His knuckles skim your own, and when you yank your hand away, he grins.

“How was your night, Stevie?” Bucky asks, “Get laid?”

“No,” Steve replies, “I texted you, actually. Never heard back.”

“Oh,” Bucky shrugs, “I was getting laid.”

You choke on your own spit, earning both of their attention as you cough. Steve places his hand on your back, and if you weren’t choking, you’d see how Bucky tenses.

“You alright, Shortcake?” Bucky asks, a teasing hint to his voice.

“Fine,” you grunt, “Just not sure who would want to have sex with you.”

Bucky grins, but when Steve laughs, his face falls, “You’d be surprised. She’s pretty insatiable.”

“Right,” you roll your eyes.

“In fact,” he continues, “She woke me up in the middle of the night begging me to—”

The elevator doors open, and you step out before Bucky can finish his sentence. You take a deep breath and give them both a tight smile, then hurry away to your office before Bucky’s words can get to you even more.

It’s after lunch when you hear from Bucky again. He sent you an email, one which you took a while to open.

Y/N,

If you can find the time, please come to my office after your lunch break. I require your assistance on a very hard task. You’re the only one who knows how to fix it.

Respectfully,

James B. Barnes

You knock on Bucky’s office door, noting how he closed all of his blinds. Part of you is nervous, the other part is desperate for a glance, a touch, a kiss, anything.

“Come in,” he calls.

You open the door, watching as he smirks when he sees you. His eyes skim over the outfit he asked you to wear, to which his smirk only grows.

“What is it, Barnes?” you question.

“Come in,” he repeats, “Close the door.”

You do as told, and once the door is shut, you smile at him. He ushers you over, pulling you into his lap. You’re barely comfortable when you feel him guide your ass over his boner, telling you exactly what he needs.

“Buck, we can’t,” you mumble.

“Yeah, we can. I have a meeting with Rog in ten minutes.”

You furrow your brows, “So, I’ll come back later.”

“No,” he grumbles, “I want you under my desk when he comes in. I want you to suck me off while he’s in here.”

“Oh, my God, so it’s a power thing?” you sigh, “That’s ridiculous.”

“Don’t like how he looked at you,” Bucky mutters, kissing your jawline, “Please. I’m so hard.”

“I have to get back to work—”

“The meeting will take twenty minutes. Fifteen if you make me cum. Please.”

“Of course I’ll make you cum,” you remark, “What if he sees me?”

Bucky’s desk has a slit in the middle at the bottom, allowing air to flow up where his legs rest. If Steve were to look down, granted he’d have to get very low to look underneath, he could see you.

“He won’t. He won’t see you. I promise.”

“Fine, but—”

A knock sounds on Bucky’s door again, and Steve’s voice rings through, “Barnes?”

“Under my desk, Shortcake,” he commands, helping you off his lap and onto the floor, “Come in, Steven.”

Bucky tucks himself under the desk, careful to leave room for you, while you hear his office door open. You reach up and work open his belt, feeling him tense already. You know this will be fun if he’s already so sensitive.

“Hey, man,” Steve greets him.

Bucky lets out a scruff laugh, “I’m really comfortable, Rog, I can’t stand and shake your hand.”

You freeze, wondering if you should zip his pants back up.

“Fair enough,” Steve replies, and you hear him sit.

As they start to talk business, you take Bucky out of his pants. He’s red and throbbing, clearly in need of some assistance. You spread his pre-cum around, and when you lean forward to kitty lick the tip, his hips buck.

“You alright, Barney?” Steve questions.

Bucky’s voice comes out harsh, “Fine.”

You grin and grip him tighter in your hand as you work him up and down, finally taking him into your mouth and sucking. You work your hand along the area you can’t take in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks every so often just for laughs. Bucky’s shoe taps your leg, as if a warning to tell you to slow down, but you pretend like you don’t understand him.

“What the fuck is your problem, seriously?” Steve asks him, “You’re sweating, dude.”

You know it’s because he’s trying not to fire off his load into your mouth too soon, which only makes you braver. You take him deeper, smiling around him when his palm covers the top of your head and tries to yank you back.

“Shit—I’m fine. Just a little, uh, anxious.”

“About the numbers?”

“Um, yeah, sure, about the numbers,” Bucky replies, “Fuck.”

“Hey, Buck, didn’t you wear that tie yesterday?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, I, uh, told you I got laid last night.”

You can’t see Steve, but you slow down, shifting your weight and tucking your legs under you from where you sit.

“Yeah, but you don’t usually spend the night, do you?”

Bucky groans, “I don’t know, man.”

Steve seems to let it go, and with another few words, you hear his chair shove against the floor.

“I’ll see you later, Barnes— uh, is that Y/N’s heel?”

You freeze, pulling your leg up closer to you, and listening as Steve audibly gasps. You free your mouth and peak your head forward enough to catch Bucky’s expression; his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide.

“Oh, shit.”

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buckysnumberonegirl · 2 years

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buckysnumberonegirl · 2 years

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Glimpse of Us

Past Matt Murdock x Reader, Steve x Reader

tw~ Angst Angst Angst, a little bit of blood

Word count~ like a little over 1.1K

A/N ~ This stupid song made me feel things I didn't want to so now you all have to feel my pain, I haven't been feeling well and this was not beta read so if it's bad it's bad

Another party. Stark Tower boomed with loud voices and Music as the Avengers celebrated another victory. You followed Steve around like a lost puppy, these parties always stressed you out but he flourished in the limelight, loving every bit of attention that fell upon you two. After the press caught you two out for coffee you decided that the relationship benefited both of you. And you did like Steve he was Sweet and he brought you flowers every Sunday.

You felt so overwhelmed, as the reporters took picture after picture asking about your picture-perfect relationship.

“ So Y/N when do you think you guys are going to move on to the next step?” The microphone shoved in your face smelled like rubber and bad mint.

‘Move on?’ you tried to catch a grip on what was happening your heart rate rising as Panic started to set in. What had he told you what were you being asked? That calming voice hit the back of your head Just breathe

You reached out trying to clear your head and find Steve so you could hold onto him tethering you to reality.

His hand came to grip yours, giving it a squeeze. “Let's go outside yeah?” He looked into your eyes as you studied the sea of blue. He waved to the reporters saying some excuse about needing a minute with his girl. Tugging you out you finally took a breath on the balcony.

“What going on in that head of yours Y/N” Steve smiled at you that smile that makes America swoon, so why didn't you.

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He sat on the roof, focusing on the noises of the night. Over all of it was that stupid music, Stark really knew how to throw a loud party. He wondered if you were there, if you were you probably were miserable. You always hated those Parties, often begging him to make an excuse with you so you could stay home.

Then He heard his voice. You were outside you were upset. He almost felt your heart beating from where he sat. He wondered how fast he could get to you, god Foggy would be so disappointed.

He tuned out all the other voices, he knew he shouldn't listen but he just wanted to be sure, be sure you were okay.

‘ I'm fine Steve I just need some air’ even he knew you were lying from miles away. ‘ You can go back in I just need a minute’

He heard the door and you let out a sigh so deep, he hadn't heard you sound so defeated since your last fight.

And then he heard a sound he knew all too well. You were crying.

—-----

‘Fuck’ you mumbled to yourself as the tears slid down your cheeks. You just wanted to go home. You pulled out your phone The picture of you and steve greeted you. You looked at his head that was thrown back in a laugh about who knows what.

You knew he would do anything for you but yet…

You looked out into the darkness of the night. Wondered if he could hear you wherever he was.

‘Sometimes I look into his eyes and I hope I find A glimpse of what we had. I'm trying to fall for his touch but I'm thinking of how it was.’

You knew he wasn't there He didn't hear you. You knew that your number was blocked after that stupid interview. It was probably Foggy that told him.

When they asked you if you Missed Matt Murdock.

‘I'm fine, I've moved on it's in the past now’ you smiled that fake smile and laughed that fake laugh. Then they blindsided you with the picture of you and Steve having coffee. Your hand was on his arm and you both were laughing. It had been harmless, a post-run drink before the morning debrief. As soon as the picture popped up Your PR agent came through your com saying Steve was willing to go on a few dates until the media loses interest.

Now 6 months later you were the paparazzi's favorite couple, two avengers in love showing the world that you were normal people just like everyone else just with superpowers.

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7 months earlier

He had been waiting on the roof You said you needed to talk and so he waited in the one area he could keep his head clear despite being able to hear the whole of the city. His nose was sore, he hoped he had gotten all the blood off, the dealer he had fought caught him pretty good. He told you he wasn't going out tonight but he couldn't help it he heard the cry for help.

‘ Matt,’

He knew you were there God why was this happening, if he could just tell you how he felt.

‘There's blood on your lip’

Your voice was so soft, so tired from the fighting. You signed that damn sigh. So defeated. He felt you wipe his face, your hand resting on his cheek. “Y/N I just… I need to tell you something”

‘I'm moving into Stark tower’

Your words sat hung in the air. Heavy and cold.

‘Tony has a suite for me the movers are coming to get my stuff tomorrow I just,’ your voice caught in your throat. Matt felt each word like a lash knowing he could have prevented this. Should he fight, he stayed quiet letting you speak.

‘I don't know what else we can do here Matt, I'm sorry'

He caught his hand as he went to reach up to hold your face. “I'm sorry too.”

That was all he said, you walked away slamming the door behind yourself. He listened to you cry as you walked to your car. Fighting every urge to follow you to tell you he loved you He adored you… The ring sat cold in his pocket

—-

You held the balcony, wiping the tears from your face and getting ready to head back in and face the masses.

‘I know you probably can't hear me Matt, but I miss you’ you spoke out into the darkness not knowing that now just a rooftop away he sat listening having taken in every word.

“I miss you too Y/N” part of him was hoping you would hear him and stay just a bit longer, looking for him.

You almost did hear it, the words wrapped around you with the breeze bringing warmth as you walked back into the party. Putting on a plastic smile as you walked over to Steve, he wrapped his arms around you without a second thought.

You looked out the window, staring and the stars peeked over to the tops of the buildings, noticing a moment too late the silhouette of the man leaving the neighboring building.

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