#Bucky gets a lil family

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Request 👉🏼👈🏼 ? Black widow!reader and winter soldier!Bucky! He was her teacher in the red room, where they eventually fell in love and started a secret relationship, until Hydra and Dreykov found out and separated them. Fast forward several years, Bucky’s out of recovery, reunited with Steve, and living a better life when Tony brings in a new team member. And everyone’s excited but Bucky’s on edge and kinda wary until he learns who it is.

It’s his lil widow, the love of his life, his soulmate. the one Hydra and the red room stole from him, the girl he kept dreaming about no matter how many times his handlers tried to wipe his memories. Just complete fluffy, smutty, love sick shit with him being a massive simp for his deadly girl. maybe building a family, getting married, drabbles of him drooling over her skills or her in the widow suit, like oh yea, I taught her that. I can imagine him being so overly protective, constantly holding her close to his chest because she was stolen away from him once, he won’t survive if that happens again.

YESSSSS God this is so cute and smutty and angsty and FLUFFY it makes my chest itch in the best way. Pls ignore what google translate may have botched. Bucky is the cutest, horny, most deadly simp here, so proud of his girl, absolutely yes.

"ne proyavlyay miloserdiya, soldat" [Show no mercy, soldier], Dreykov hissed, letting the soldier enter the red room with a single widow standing before him, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. The soldier grunted, hitting the button that locked the door that kept her from escaping before lunging forward, testing her agility after personally training her himself.

She leapt over him with ease, bracing her hands on his wide shoulders and landing swiftly behind him and swiping her leg under him to knock him to the floor, straddling him immediately after. He grasped her hands in his, rolling over till she was pinned under his large mass with her wrists held together above her head in his metal hand.

"You've learned well kotenok" His voice was husky behind the mask, blue eyes sparkling while she huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Nespravedlivo, kogda ty takoy bol'shoy, soldat" [Not fair when you're so large, soldier]. She gasped feeling him harden on top of her, his rough uniform doing nothing to hide what he was feeling for her, slotted between her thighs.

"Nespravedlivo, kogda ty takoy krasivyy, kotonok" [Not fair when you're so pretty, kitten]. He climbed off her, allowing her to get into position before attacking again, relentlessly throwing punches and blocking them till she nearly collapsed. They retreated to stand at attention at the sound of the doors hissing open, indicating training was over. The soldier grunted a nod as Dreykov walked in, assessing the widow, a sinister smile plastered on his face seeing both of his assets worn but still at their strongest.

He sent them off to their cells, confident that the fear he'd instilled in his captives would be enough to ensure they stayed in line, not realizing his punishments would only go so far.

It wasn't enough to stop the charming young man from Brooklyn who still lived in his most feared asset.

"Did I hurt you baby" The soldier whispered, kissing her bruised knuckles softly after sneaking into her cell, pulling her into his arms.

"You could never" She smiled, melting into his embrace. She never intended on falling in love with the soldier but here she was, feeling his gentle hands wander, leaning up to kiss his soft, pink lips. They were playing a dangerous game but it was to stop now.

He loved her.

She loved him.

-

"Wipe him" The hydra agent ordered while the soldier gripped onto the chair, gritting his teeth while sharp burning spread through his body, frying his brain. The widow dug her nails into her palms, resolve slowly crumbling seeing the love of her life tortured, unable to hold back anymore.

"Stop!" She finally broke, unable to watch any longer, gasping at the sinister smile Dreykov gave her, ordering his men to grab her before increasing the voltage.

"My, my, does it hurt you when we hurt him" Dreykov sneered, turning up the dial, Bucky's screams tearing her apart on the inside.

"Don't-AH-JAMES" A hydra soldier gripped her hair, yanking her back before she could go to him, shackles binding her hands together, dragging her away.

"kotenok" [kitten] The soldier sadly whispered, unheard by her, her kicking and screaming form blurry from his unshed tears. He screamed in pain as another shock ripped through his veins before the world went black.

He never saw her again.

-

Bucky gasped, sucking in a deep breath of air, his chest heaving from the dream he'd just had, sweat covering his chest, dripping from his forehead.

It was the same thing almost every night.

His mind replaying the same thing over and over again; training with her in the red room, the way she felt under him, the way he'd cuddle and make love to her afterwards without a soul knowing. He didn't plan on falling for the woman he had to train to be a killer but he didn't stand a chance the day she'd knocked him down with a knife pressed to his neck seconds later. He could have married her then and there.

He slumped back against his pillow, running a hand over his face, groaning in frustration.

In the several years, he'd slowly managed to get his life back together. He was apart of the team and living at the compound with Steve and the others. He was no longer controlled by trigger words, he had been forgiven by the government, he was starting to recover from all the trauma he'd endured. His nightmares were less frequent, slowly learning to forgive himself for the things he'd been forced to do under Hydras control.

The only thing he never got over was her.

She still lived in his dreams. Still owned his heart. That was his girl and she was torn away by the very people that had taken everything else from him too. No amount of wiping or torture took her away. His handler tried his hardest, shocking him till his nose bled and his veins nearly burnt to bits but her name would fall from his lips as he lay nearly unconscious.

His sweet widow.

Bucky glanced at the faint light starting to stream through the curtains, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed to get up instead of attempting to sleep for 5 more minutes. He threw on a hoodie and some joggers, making his way to the gym to punch his feelings away as usual. He didn't stop till his knuckles split, ignoring the sting, instead thinking about how he'd kiss her soft hands after he'd train her, bandaging them up when no one was looking.

The hot water from the shower did little to ease the tension in his muscles as he made his way to the kitchen next, plopping onto a stool with a cup of coffee. He was just about to try and relax with his coffee until Steve popped his head in with a grin.

"There you are! Tony was looking for you, we're all heading up now!" Bucky frowned in confusion while Steve grabbed his own mug, filling his cup.

"Why are we having a meeting" Bucky questioned, not willing to get up from his seat, his mind still preoccupied.

"He told you he scouted someone to join the team"

"I remember Tony going on about some new member" Bucky mumbled, not in the mood to meet new people, his anxiety only growing further. "That's today?"

Steve nodded, finishing up the last of his coffee while the brunette stayed glued to the stool.

"Buck, you coming?" Steve turned back to see a frowning Bucky, reluctantly trudging behind the captain while the others excitedly also made their way upstairs to the conference area.

"I heard Tony saying the new agent is scary as shit. Apparently he got his ass handed to him when he tried to test her and he was wearing his suit" Sam snorted while Nat smiled with excitement.

"Finally someone worth sparring with" The redhead nudged him while he shook his head.

"I'm serious! She's deadly deadly. I looked over her file, she's killed more people than you and Clint combined and half of those were hand to hand combat"

"What was the other half"

"Sniper. Like Barnes" Sam nodded to Bucky who was still disconnected from the others, his knee bouncing impatiently.

"We're lucky she's on our side" Steve mused, taking a glance of the file that sat on the table. There was no name or picture to go with it but it had a skillset record nearly put his to shame. "Jesus"

"You good?" Sam whispered to Bucky, noticing he was more closed off than usual, getting a tightlipped grimace like smile in return. Steve sat near the front, straightening himself up while the rest quietened down, hearing the sound of Tony speaking to someone as they approached the room. The billionaire opened the door, letting in the new team member first before entering himself with a large smile on his face.

"Everyone, this is-

"Y/n?" Bucky gasped, shoot up from his seat before Tony could finish, the other sharing confused glances between each other, watching the new team member and Bucky freeze.

"Wait, Barnes, you know-

"Malyshka, eto pravda ty?" [Babygirl, is it really you?] Bucky gasped, his heart hammering against his chest, tears already threatening to spill out. "kotenok, skazhi mne, pozhaluysta, chto eto ty" [kitten, please tell me its you]

"Hold up, he can still speak Russian?" Sam hissed to Steve who hadn't moved, mouth gaping, eyes wide.

"James!" You darted across the room to meet Bucky half way, his strong arms catching and lifting you up with ease as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "moy soldat. YA zdes', moy malysh" [my soldier. I'm here my babyboy]

"It's really you" He whispered against your hair, breathing in your soft scent, eyes squeezed shut with tears streaming down his face, "My baby" He cradled you tightly, refusing to set you down while you buried your face into the crook of his neck, drowning out the rest of the world. After you were torn apart from him, you had been locked up in an isolated cell, only let out for select missions Dreykov send you on. You wanted to find your soldier, your James, but you never did with Hydra keeping him under their control.

Now you finally had him again.

"Ahem, as I was saying- This is y/n" Tony addressed the rest of the team, just as surprised as the rest of them with all eyes on Bucky especially. "She'll be joining us once Barnes puts her down"

"Never" Bucky finally pulled away, still holding onto you, his nose nudging against yours, "M'never putting her down, never, you hear me babygirl?" He pressed his lips onto yours, shamelessly kissing you hard, ignoring the whistles that filled the room, only pulling away for air. You let out a shy giggle as he set you back on your feet, his hand wrapped around your waist.

"I'd continue to introduce her but I think tinman knows her better" Tony snorted, throwing his hands up before taking a seat, all eyes now watching two of you while Bucky blushed, unable to wipe the smile of his face, cupping your face to press another kiss to your lips.

"This is y/n" Bucky finally let you go, taking you to the front of the conference room, now proudly showing you off to the other, "She was a widow with Hyrda, handpicked by Dreykov" Bucky sucked in a breath before continuing, giving your hand a squeeze "I trained her in the red room myself when I was still the winter soldier. That's when I fell in love with her" The last part was a whisper, not missed by the team with how lovesick Bucky looked.

"I'm sorry, you trained her? Jesus, no wonder she's deadly" Sam shook his head, now understanding why your file was so impressive. You were already gifted when you were picked, coupled with the fact that you were trained and conditioned by the soldier himself.

"She's fuckin' deadly, alright" Bucky's voice was nearly breathless, his baby blues intently gazing into your eyes. "You should see her with a knife"

That's when I fell in love with you.

"So what happened with you two" Nat prodded, looking at you two with heart eyes which was a rare sight but her heart melted at how soft Bucky was, struggling to keep his hands to himself. He constantly nuzzled into your neck, his large form practically swallowing you whole as he clung onto you like a child.

"They found out we were together so they took me from him" You gave her a sad smile, feeling Bucky hug you tighter; you could have sworn you heard him whimper. "I tried to find him for years but I couldn't"

"Hydra tried to wipe my memories but it never worked. Couldn't forget her" Bucky kissed the top of your head, not realizing his bestfriend was trying to subtly wipe his eyes.

"I was going to have everyone introduce themselves but I think these two have some catching up to do so let's move this meeting over" Tony clapped his hands while everyone else nodded in agreement, leaving you and Bucky alone for some privacy.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea, I-I tried to find you but I just- I could barely function, I'm sorry doll-" Your lips cut off Bucky's rambling, cupping his scruffy face firmly in your hands.

"You have nothing to be sorry about baby, it's not your fault"

"I-I know you just got here and-sweets I don't want to rush anything but-" Bucky's hand gripped your waist while he tried to compose himself, he didn't want to pressure you into anything. "I need you closer baby"

"Take me, soldat" You whispered, not giving him any room to second guess as he hauled you up in his arms, taking you straight to his room. Clothes were off in an instant between frantic and desperate kisses. Bucky didn't rush a thing as soon as he had you naked in his bed, pulling the sheets over you both, rolling over to cuddle instead.

"This is all I wanted" He whispered against your shoulder, kissing your skin, "To have my girl with me again"

"I love you Jamie" You kissed his bare chest, hitching your leg over his waist, his hard length pressing against your soaked cunt. He could feel his tip weeping feeling your soft body pressed against his, still looking just as beautiful, if not more now, from when he'd first met you.

"Prettiest widow" He growled, his wandering hands becoming less wholesome as they moved to your hips, pulling you to press against his erection harder. You moaned feeling him starting to hump your pussy while innocently kisses down your neck, smirking at how he was both sweet and sinful at the same time, just as before. "kotenok, ty mne nuzhen" [Kitten, I need you]

You remembered all the times he'd snuck into your cell for a few cuddles, which always ended up with his hand slammed over your mouth while he railed you with his cock.

"You feel how hard I am for you baby? Mmph, this is all for you, doll" He bit his lip, eyes locked with yours, rolling on top of you, slotting his wide body between your legs, still rutting his hips. "Can I make love to you baby, please" He sounded desperate, dropping his forehead to press against yours, hands coming to pin you against the bed.

"M'yours Jamie" You nodded, spreading your legs wider, not bothering with having prep you, needing him inside you more than anything else. You gasped feeling his thick cockhead rub through your folds before he breeched your hole, stretching you.

"Soldat!" You moaned, your back arching off the bed, the name rolling of your tongue as it had so many times before, your nails digging into his shoulders as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Take your soldat's cock, kotenok" Bucky growled, only giving you a second to adjust before he started to move with slow, deep strokes. "Lemme make love to my babygirl, ya tak sil'no tebya lyublyu" [I love you so much]

After Bucky had been rescued, he had no reason to speak Russian, letting the others think it'd been wiped away just like the words that controlled him. Around you, it rolled off his tongue with ease, your pussy dripping each time he whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled back feeling him hit that spongy spot deep in your pussy, crying out with the powerful, deliberate snaps of his hips.

"M'I making you feel good baby?" He asked, kissing you sweetly, alternating between the sweetheart and heartbreaker he was, looking at you with soft puppy eyes while his cock grew harder watching your face twist with pleasure. His jaw was slack, thrusting with purpose, moving his hips to roll and let you feel every inch of him filling you up, "You look gorgeous with my cock in you angel, wish you could see how pretty you are, so beautiful like this"

"Oh god James! P-please-m'so close-dont-don-t stop" Your moans grew more salacious, unable to say much else, eyes shutting out of pleasure feeling his hand coming down to rub your swollen clit.

"I know baby, I know, you need me to rub this pretty button, Remember the first time I touched you there pretty girl? How badly you wanted to scream, how much you squirted all over me? Remember when we first made love? First time I tasted you? Remember how shy you were when I spread your legs open and nursed off that little button. How you turned into a slutty kitten, riding and humping my face after? Know your needy little clit loves it, m'gonna rub you till you're screaming"

"Buckyyy" You whined, your face feeling hot at the memory, remembering his growls from under you, turning around to find him jerking his cock faster while he licked and sucked your pussy, cum already painting his abs from cumming once, working to a second orgasm. He'd sealed his lips around your clit, stuffing his mask in your mouth to keep you from alerting the guards.

"Baby, c'mon open your eyes, look at me" Bucky nipped your jaw, his cold hand coming to grasp your cheeks, blue eyes staring into your soul as you opened your eyes, "Don't you dare close them baby, keep em' open when I'm fuckin' you, shit, m'gonna cum for you doll"

"B-Bucky!" You cried, struggling to hold off any longer, your juices soaked him as you started to clench and squeeze his cock, tears nearly streaming down your face.

"Scream all you want baby, don't have to hide those pretty moans ever again" He fucked you through your orgasm, his own balls getting tighter with each thrust, precum mixing with your arousal, dripping onto the sheets, "Thats-that-s it baby, m'gonna cum so hard for you, fill you up, you're mine doll, you're fuckin' MINE"

Bucky's hand flew to the headboard, pounding you into the mattress, moaning loudly, letting the wood splinter under his grip as he came, pumping you full of his seed.

"FUCK y/n" He gasped, collapsing on you, panting, burying his face into your breasts as he always did, turning into a needy baby as if he didn't rail your soul. You giggled, tracing your hand down his spine making his shiver, whining when you clenched around his sensitive, soft cock.

"My soldat" You whispered, carding your fingers through his hair, letting him latch onto your nipple, needily sucking for comfort. No matter how big, bad and scary he was, he always melted into a puddle for you, closing his eyes at the feeling of your sweet peaked nipple against his tongue.

"Never letting you go again" He whispered before falling asleep on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you. "ty moya rodstvennaya dusha, malyshka" [you're my soul mate, babygirl]

"YA by proshel cherez vse eto snova tol'ko radi tebya, malysh" [I'd go through it all again just for you baby boy] you whispered, closing your eyes in the safety of his hold, meaning each of your words. You'd go through everything a thousand times over if it meant you'd have your Bucky back in your arms. Bucky sniffled, curling up with you, spending the rest of the day alternating between speaking sweet words and making you moan and cry over his cock until you couldn't move any longer. For the first time, he slept peacefully, not stirring once.

-

Ever since you'd come back, Bucky had turned into the biggest simp, alternating between acting like a menace and a complete lovesick puppy with no in between. It was worse when you were on the field, almost leading to Tony refusing to let you both go on missions at the same time.

"Oh god" Bucky groaned, seeing you step out in your sleek suit, the dark material clinging to your body, weapons strapped along your hips. You threw him a wink before running off to kick ass, his focus solely on you.

"Jesus Christ" He nearly moaned seeing you land a kick to an attacker before throwing you knife across the room, the blade landing perfectly between your targets eyebrows. "Baby, you're sexy"

"For fucks Sake Barnes, did you forget we can all hear you" Tony's exasperated voice crackled through, this not being the first time the soldier was distracted watching you fight. Sam and Steve snickered through the coms while Bucky shameless shrugged, still biting his lip, watching you move with ease.

"Have you seen my girl, Stark" Bucky sassed back, walking over bodies to grab you by your ass, squeezing it and smashing his lips against yours.

"Are you two fucking kissing?!" Tony sighed, hearing the sound of soft moans and smacking, "I'm putting you on a fucking leash, I'm getting you fixed Barnes"

"My naughty soldat" You giggled, pulling away, nipping your boyfriends pouty lip while he shook his head.

"Gonna be the death of me, pretty girl"

"You're both gonna be the death of all of us" Tony deadpanned, unable to understand how there was a man out there that was more horny and flirty than him. "I'm having Barnes neutered, for fucks sake I can see you drooling from over here"

-

Bucky was even worse watching you display your skills, his workout long forgotten while you sparred with Steve.

"Where the fuck did you learn that" Steve groaned while you giggled, holding your hand out to help him up while Bucky watched from the side with a cocky smirk.

"I taught her that" He threw you a wink, not so subtly adjusting his sweats.

"Of course you did" Steve huffed, surprised to find bruises on his body from where you'd hit him. "Jesus punk" He blushed heavily seeing his bestfriends raging hard on, scrambling away from the gym, knowing exactly what would come next.

The loud moans he heard moments later made him shake his head, happy he got out of there unlike the last time he saw the warning signs of a feral Bucky.

Aside from being more in love with you than ever, Bucky was also equally protective over you. He'd hug you with such care, always holding your head to his chest, his large arms covering you from the rest of the world, constantly fearing that even if he had you now, someone would come and take you away.

When he finally asked you to marry him, he paused several times, blinking through tears while down on one knee, your hand wiping his cheek, saying yes before he could even finish. The compound was transformed with flowers, candles with a small intimate wedding in the garden.

Steve and Sam stood by Bucky's side while Nat walked with you, your sweet soon to be husband biting back tears seeing his dream girl in her dress, the life he'd always imagine finally becoming a reality. When Tony pronounced you husband and wife, Bucky didn't stop kissing you till he nearly passed out, not a single dry eye surrounding you as he whisked you up in his arms.

-

Bucky felt a strong wave of emotion watching you flit around the kitchen, making his way over and wrapping his arms from behind, tucking his face into your neck. You blinked, feeling tears wet your skin, pulling away to find your husband sniffling.

"Baby, what's gotten into you" You cooed with concern, wiping away the tears that collected along his lashes, kissing his reddened nose. "Is everything okay?"

"Just-m'scared to lose you again" Bucky whispered, his hand coming to protectively wrap around your growing belly; you weren't showing much yet but he could still feel the little baby bump. "I can't loose you again angel, I can't go through that again"

"It won't happen Jamie" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders while he picked you up, setting you onto the counter before hiding against your neck again, hugging you tightly. "What's wrong baby, what's gotten you so scared"

"Can't believe I got you back. I got to marry my dream girl. We're starting a family, you're giving me a baby, I-it feels unreal. M'scared I'm gonna wake up and you'll-" He bit his lip, shuddering at the very thought, "You'll be gone"

"Baby boy look at me" You held his face again, making him look at you, "Would you ever let anyone take me from you again?"

Bucky looked horrifying, francially shaking his head, he'd burn the world to ashes before he let that happen.

"Never. Never angel, no one is taking you or our baby from me" He stated firmly while you hummed.

"See? I'll be just fine. I have my soldat" You whispered, melting against his chest. "No one can hurt me when I have my soldat"

Bucky finally relaxed, carrying you off to bed, his metal arm protecting your belly as he pulled the covers over you both. No one would ever take his little widow away again.

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ComPOUND Round 3 [Bucky x Fem Reader]

Minors DNI 🔞

Summary: First morning of your week alone in the compound with Bucky. He adds himself to your morning routine. ;) Established relationship. If you’ve been following the plot PLEASE STOP but your powers and vaguely why you stayed behind are revealed.

Warnings ⚠️: smut af, bondage, a lil rough but not too much, oral (m and f), praise kink, p in v, unprotected

WC: 1.7k??

It’s 5:30 AM and there are little to no off days even for low key weeks like this. I get up and walk to get the specially designed breakfast that F.R.I.D.A.Y. planned for me. If there is one thing I miss about my past life it was a big flavorful breakfast… well and my family not being the reason the rest of the Avengers are trying to save a population of innocent people.

Surprise! I’ve got daddy issues. That’s my whole conflict of interest that kept me from the mission. I can’t do it. I told them not to tell me who did it if they are gone by the end of it. No matter how much I’ve been burned by them I’ll still hesitate.

I take my last bite and walk to the training center. I try to quiet my mind with some yoga before I get into the intense workouts. As I move into downward dog, I feel Bucky’s two hands pull my ass to his crotch. He gives it a light squeeze that still hurts because of the marks he left on it last night.

“Downward Dog - my favorite pose. What are you doing up so early Angel?”

“You know that pet name can only stretch so far,” I stand up. He throws his hands up with a cocky grin.

“Sorry, it’s just so fitting. I haven’t seen them in a while. It’s kind of hot when you pop them out. You should give me a quick show,” he says with that grin somehow getting smugger. The lack of sleep I got last night really motivated me to remind him what got me here in the first place.

“Careful what you wish for.”

In less than a second I sprout my wings then clap them hard in front of me which sends him flying across the room. I retract them back in an instant. He gets up laughing and clapping.

“Woo! That is what I’m talking about angel! I would ask to see the other stuff but we don’t want to set the building on fire do we?”

I can’t control myself when my other powers ignite - literally ignite. While he playfully annoys me, I don’t think I could ever release that hell fire. My powers are not “biblical” but they sure are other worldly.

“I need to get back to it. There’s food in the fridge. Just don’t touch my meal prep,” I hate that sentence just left my mouth.

“I don’t want your meal prep,” he walks behind me with our bodies facing the mirrors and his hands snaking up and down my body. “I want you. If you wanna get some training in I can show you somethings,” he says into my ear while tucking my hair back. So unfair.

“I don’t have-“

“You see this?”, he picks up my yoga strap. Out of nowhere he runs in front of me to kick the back of my legs. We both fall to the floor. He has me pinned down and starts tying the strap around my wrists.

“This is called a constrictor knot. In the event you have a disobedient girl giving you attitude, this knot comes in real handy,” he pushes his hand up my shirt to grab my breast. He moves it back down into my leggings and starts rubbing.

“Fuck. I could do whatever I want to do to you right now. You’re so wet. I cannot wait to get my cock inside you.”

I feel his fingers slip in and out. I let out a whimper. The sounds of my wet cunt make him growl. With a loud grunt he rips my leggings off. His fingers are back inside me and moving with fury. His eyes are hungry and he plants his head between my thighs with force.

As his tongue moves around my clit, I let out some “Ah! Ah! AH!”s. I start thrashing my body from the pleasure. He takes his vibranium arm to hold my hips down making me immobile.

“Whatever I want to do to you. Don’t make me repeat myself again. Now what do we say?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

He sits up to free himself from his shorts. I am towered over with his cock in my face.

“Get to work doll. Let’s practice some breathing exercises for your training today.”

He puts his cock in my mouth and I start to move my head up and down. His length hits the back of my throat and I cough choking on it.

“Such a good girl for me trying so hard. Now you’re getting that pussy filled.”

He pulls on the strap to lift me up for a sloppy kiss with my taste still on his tongue. He drops me to the floor again to pin me under him. In no time his cock is thrusting into me with a speed so fast it shakes my body back and forth.

“I’m really making you mine this week. I’m gonna fuck you in every room I can. Get ready to drop whatever you’re doing for me whenever I want.”

I need this honestly. Losing my body to him feels more comfortable than I ever thought it would. My helplessness to his pounding excites me with both safety knowing he’s the one doing it and anticipation for what he might pull next.

He pulls the strap up so that I mesh into a seated position with him. He pumps into me with an unmatched passionate kiss. His free hand runs through my hair and gives it a pull in the back. He releases a heavy breath and moan. I’m squealing as he hits my g spot and my clit rubs against his body.

“Fuck Bucky! You’re killing me!”

“Good thing we know you’ll go to heaven then.”

He turns me onto my stomach so that I’m facing the mirrors. I arch up my ass anticipating his next move. I grip onto the strap preparing to take him. He kneels behind me and picks my head up.

“Look at you catching on. Now watch yourself get fucked.”

He slams his cock back inside me and thrusts with power. My high pitched screams are music to his ears. He grabs my ass and slaps it back and forth a few times.

“I thought I was being your good girl?”, I tease.

“Don’t act like you don’t get pleasure from my punishments. You might be my good girl right now but doesn’t mean I won’t give you a reminder of what’s in store for bad girls.”

“Not fair,” I laugh. Wrong choice.

He flips me over swiftly. He pulls tight on the strap to put the end in front of my face. His grip tenses around it.

“You remember this? I decide what’s fair and what’s not. You’re all tied up Angel. You take what you get and believe me you’re gonna get it.”

He throws my arms down then smacks the side of my ass with his vibranium hand. There is pleasure in his punishments. His movements are the hardest and fastest I’ve felt from him since our first time.

“I’m getting close to giving you my next load. I’ve loved filling you up with all my cum and watching it drip out you. Shows you’re all mine. No one else gets this pussy but me.”

My body tingles at his words. I give him an affirming mhm. He grabs my face.

“I wanna hear you say it ‘Bucky this pussy is yours’ if you want this load. Sing me that beautiful song Angel and it’s all yours.”

“Bucky…,” he hits the spot again which throws me off track.

“Bucky this…,” he cues for the rest of what he wants to hear. He lifts my hips up and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I scrunch my face then open my eyes wide as I feel my own cum.

“It’s yours! It’s yours! I promise it’s all yours!”

Mmmmh! I feel his huge burst of cum in me. He pulls out and it was definitely the biggest load of all the rounds so far. My hands are set free with some mild brush burns. He grabs my hands and gives them each light kisses.

“I’ll be more careful next time bunny. You just get me too hot,” he groans. I get a kiss loaded with tongue.

What a wonderful first morning with him back!

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Pink Roses [Fake Dating Trope]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Fake Dating situation 1. Two characters pretend to date for some purpose such as social gain, only for real feelings to get involved at some point "Bucky asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend to keep his elderly sister happy. You’re just platonic friends/coworkers, what could possibly go wrong?"

Warnings: Lil’ bit of angst into a happy ending. Reader uses fem pronouns and is referred to as ‘girlfriend’. No use of y/n. Friends to lovers. Reader spends Christmas and Easter with Bucky but doesn’t necessarily celebrate them herself, but they are mentioned.

WC: 7,000 baby!!!! Kicking off the Trope De Sept event strong!

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“Thank you for the flowers by the way, they are beautiful.” Rebecca sighed, playing with the pink petals of the roses in front of her

“Of course Rebecca,” you responded. “Bucky picked them.”

“Oh my, he has good taste. He gets you flowers right?”

“Oh…” her question caught you off guard.

Bucky had merely introduced you by name when you arrived with him to visit his sister for Christmas. You assumed he had warned her he was bringing a coworker, but she seemed to not have gotten the memo and thought your relationship with her brother was something else.

“All the time, Becca. Mom raised me right.” he said, giving you a playful wink as he did

It was a lie, but Rebecca didn’t catch on.

“See I knew my brother was a gentleman. Oh he is so lucky to have you in his life.”

You shot Bucky a curious look and he merely shrugged in response.

The reason you were there with him at all began a few days before, right before Christmas.

“Hey Bucky, just heading out. See you in the New Year!” you said, tying your scarf tightly around your neck, ready to leave the Avengers compound for the two week break from work.

“Hey yeah! Have a good winter break! You got any big plans?” he asked

“No. Keeping it quiet this year.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah I just…I got so sick of my family asking me the same thing and all my cousins flaunting engagement rings, and wedding plans, and ultrasounds, that I just don’t even bother going home for holidays anymore.”

“Oh yeah, I get it. You should meet my sister. I’m going to see her on Christmas and all she does is worry about me. She’s convinced I’m unhappy because I’m single. She literally tries to set me up with every new nurse they hire at her nursing home and I just know most of the Christmas dinner conversation is going to be asking me when I’m going to find someone nice to settle down with.”

“Oh gosh that sounds fun.” you said with a chuckle

“Hey if you don’t have any big Christmas plans, would you want to come with me? My sister loves company and we can even get takeout afterwards. You know, just so you don’t have to spend Christmas alone?”

“Bucky, that’s very sweet of you. I’d love to. Your sister sounds amazing. I can't wait to meet her.”

“Great. Yeah Rebecca’s a fun time. She’s 98 and still smart as a whip. You’ll love her!”

“Okay sounds like a plan.”

The Crown Heights Senior Living Center knew how to throw a Christmas party, with Rebecca Barnes leading the charge on the caroling group and Bucky helping her coordinate the gift exchange.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had such a fun time, with a group of octogenarians no less.

“Wow Rebecca! How did Bucky keep a pet racoon in the attic for a whole week without your mother noticing?”

“Well that old Brownstone we lived in was solid. They don’t build them like that anymore. The walls were so thick it took her a while to figure out where the scratching noises were coming from.”

“Yeah well she also got suspicious when I swiped an extra serving of her meatloaf and ran upstairs with it right after dinner.” Bucky chimed in

“Speaking of, Becs they’ll be serving your dinner soon and we’re getting hungry too.” Bucky said, standing and giving his sister a kiss on the forehead

“Darling, it was lovely to meet you.” Rebecca said to you, then turned to her brother “James, please bring your girlfriend around more often, she’s a treat.”

You and Bucky smiled at her and departed the room, making your way down the tinsel decorated hall.

“Awe, she thinks I’m your girlfriend!” you teasingly commented, playfully smacking his arm

“Yeah well, literally every time I visit, she’s trying to set me up with a new nurse they’ve hired and she’s always asking me when I’m going to find someone nice to settle down with.”

“I think it’s sweet.”

“Now when I come back to visit next week, she’s gonna ask about you and I’m gonna have to break her heart and tell her I’m still alone and destitute. I…” Bucky trailed off

“What?”

“It’s a dumb idea.”

“What is?”

“What if we… look this might be crazy but. Would you want to, you know, pretend to be my girlfriend? Just come with me to the nursing home every once in a while on like holidays and things? Just to keep my sister happy. I mean she’s 98 years old, there’s not a lot left going on in her life and I’ve literally never seen her more excited.”

“Okay. This is either going to go really well or really poorly. Either way I wanna see it. So yeah. Let’s do it.”

You saw Bucky at work nearly everyday in the New Year, exchanging pleasantries and making small talk like all coworkers do. At the beginning of February, he brought up his sister again, mentioning that she asked about you and asking if you’d like to join him to visit her again on Valentine's Day. You agreed.

Bucky gave your front door three knocks and you swung it open to greet him, still fiddling with the clasp on your necklace as you got ready.

“Hey, I’ll be ready in a few.” you said as he entered your apartment, stopping in your tracks as you noticed the bouquet he held in his metal arm.

Pink roses, just like the one’s he’d brought Rebecca at Christmas.

“Oh these are for you.” he said, noticing your gaze traveling to them

“For me? But…”

“Don’t worry I have another bouquet for Becca.” he said, pulling an identical bouquet from behind his back “But at Christmas I told her I got you flowers all the time, so I figured I actually should, you know, not be a liar.”

“Not be a… Bucky, we are quite literally about to go see her and lie to her a bunch! You know, about us.” you gestured between the two of you

Bucky laughed and shook his head.

“Fair, but why lie about one more thing? And besides, I think I owe you more than just a thank you for doing all this.”

“Fair.” you said, mimicking his tone and taking the bouquet from him

As you filled a glass vase in the sink and placed the roses in it, Bucky stepped behind you, grabbing the necklace from where you had placed it on the counter and wordlessly fastened it around your neck.

A chill ran down your spine as his fingers fiddled with the clasp, finally connecting it with the hook and pressing his palm against the back of your neck to lay it flat.

“Now I know you aren’t just spending such a romantic holiday just visiting an old lady. What are your plans? James, how are you romancing your lady today?”

You and Bucky looked at each other nervously. You hadn’t really discussed backstory or any other thing she might want to know about your relationship.

“I’ll tell you later Rebecca, don’t want to ruin any surprises!” Bucky finally spoke up, and you made a point to reach for his right hand, intertwining your fingers with his like any couple might and put on an excited look on your face for the non-existent Valentines plans. His palm was warm as he rubbed his thumb in delicate circles around your hand.

“Oh good! Well don’t let me keep you kids too long!” she exclaimed, shooing you out the door of her room

“Okay we really need to discuss more backstory and stuff before we come here. She’s asking too many questions.” he commented as you walked down the hall

“Bucky, maybe this is a bad idea. Your sister is so sweet and I feel bad lying to her like this.”

“Hey, look, she's happy because she thinks I’m happy. We can call this off if you want, but I really think it’d break her heart if I tell her we broke up. Please, just a few more visits? Just so she doesn’t think I’m totally alone.”

“But you are.”

Bucky shot you a look that you’d only ever seen when Sam got on his nerves.

You gnawed at your bottom lip and gave it some thought, Bucky’s blue eyes staring you down. “Okay. But we need to come up with more of a back story. Let’s go grab a cup of coffee and set some ground rules?”

“It’s a date.”

Your eyes went wide at the word date.

“Sorry. It’s a ‘platonic coworkers pretending to date’ not-date.” he said with a grin

“Fine, but you’re buying.”

“It’s Valentine's Day, it'd be absolutely ungentlemanly of me to not.”

The coffee shop around the corner was decorated for the occasion, with heart-shaped foil garland cascading from the ceiling and a cupid chalk drawing taking up a large portion of the menu board.

The barista topped your hot chocolate’s whipped cream with red and pink sprinkles and Bucky chuckled at the foam heart she drew into the top of his latte.

Every other table seemed to be occupied by couples, all looking gooey-eyed at each other and whispering sweet nothings across the small marble tables.

You were so busy taking in all the displays of love that Bucky had to clear his throat to get your attention, arms stretched out behind you reaching for your coat.

“Oh gosh sorry.” you said, shrugging out of it as he placed it on the hook on the wall and then pulled the wooden chair out for you to sit.

“Shit, your sister is right, you are a good boyfriend.” you said

Bucky rolled his eyes with a smirk and took his seat across from you.

“Okay.” you said, placing your palms on the table in front of you “ground rules.”

“Right, if you want to add a third to the bedroom, it has to be Sam. We made a pact a while back, it’s a long story but sorry it’s the only way...”

“Bucky!”

“Shit doll, sorry! I was kidding! I mean kind of, Sam and I did sort of agree…”

“Bucky!” you cut him off “Look if you don’t want to take this seriously, then fine I can just go and call it here. This is for you and your sister after all.”

“No, dammit I’m sorry, you’re right. Okay, go ahead.” Bucky replied

“Well we need to establish a backstory. And know a little more about each other so it doesn’t seem suspicious.”

“Okay. You go first. Ask anything you want to know about me.”

“Okay um. What’s your favorite color?”

“Really? You think what’s gonna make us not believable is whether or not you know my favorite color?” he looked at you in disbelief

“I don’t know! What else do couples know about each other?”

“Not sure. I haven’t dated regularly since 1943. It’s blue, by the way. What’s yours?” He responded

“Purple. Is that your usual coffee order?”

“In the winter, yes. In summer, I go for iced coffee.”

“Okay. Um. I guess it might be more important to have some facts about us. As a couple.”

“Right. Like what?”

“Well like where was our first kiss? Or our first date?” you asked

“In Central Park under the Cherry Blossoms. I’m romantic like that.”

“Bucky you told her we just started dating in the fall…”

“Fine, in Central Park under the orange leaves.”

“Who said I love you first?”

“You, obviously” he replied

That made you roll your eyes “Why is it obviously me?”

“Do I seem like the kind of guy to be open with his feelings?”

“No, you're the quietest on the team. It took four months of me working with the Avengers for you to return my good morning greeting everyday with even a nod of acknowledgement.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows as if to say “see I’m right”

“Fine. What’s the most romantic thing you've ever done for me?”

“Decorated your Christmas tree while you were at work.”

“I didn’t have a Christmas tree.”

“Well since all of this is pretend, let’s pretend you did.”

“Fine. While we’re on the subject, what did we get each other for the holidays?”

“I got you that necklace.” he nodded in your direction to the string of delicate pearls he helped you put on earlier. In reality, it’d been a gift you got yourself for your most recent birthday, but you were fine with the alternate story.

“Fine. I guess I got you a Frank Sinatra album for your record player.”

“How’d you know I have a record player?”

“Lucky guess.”

“Is it because I’m old?”

“I mean, yeah maybe…”

He sat back in his chair, looking thoroughly unamused.

“Since I know she’s going to ask next time you see her, what did you do to woo me on Valentine’s Day?” you asked

“Took you to a coffee shop and got you pink roses.” he gestured at the cafe around you, a proud smile on his face

“You know what, it’s actually the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.” you said with a grin

“See, I am good at this boyfriend thing. What else should we know?”

“What side of the bed do you sleep on?” you asked

“Trick question, neither. I sleep on the floor because of my nightmares.”

“Bucky thats…” you trailed off

“Hey, it's something my girlfriend would know.” Bucky said so casually, as if he had not opened up to you and revealed something incredibly sad and personal about himself.

“Right. Um… what else do you and Rebecca talk about? That way you can think of things to weave into conversation about us that make us seem real.”

“Honestly, we talk a lot about our childhood. She helps me remember a lot of things I’ve forgot thanks to the, ya know” he pointed to his head

You nodded in understanding.

“Anyway, like last week she told me a story I’d totally forgotten about the time Steve and I snuck into the movies and when we got caught, we pretended we didn’t speak English to avoid getting in trouble.”

You listened as Bucky shared more stories about his life in the 30s and 40s, eventually laughing so much and talking so long, the cafe employees had to ask you to leave so they could close up for the evening.

He rode the subway with you to your stop and even walked you to your door as if he were really your Valentine’s date. You felt much better about seeing Rebecca again, confident now that you and Bucky could convincably appear as a real couple after today.

By the time Easter rolled around, you’d established a solid back story and even hung out with Bucky a few times outside of your work relationship to get to know each other better. You always loved every visit with his sister and hanging out with him felt easy.

You were, however, very nervous when Mother’s Day came. You’d finally be meeting Rebecca’s children and grandchildren, all of whom loved their Uncle Bucky, but loved Rebecca even more.

“You seem nervous.” Bucky commented

You had been silent but fidgety the whole subway ride from your apartment to the nursing home. Bucky, of course, picked you up at your front door every time you met, even though it was out of his way from his place to the nursing home.

“I am.” you replied

“Why? Becs loves you. She’s excited to see you again.”

“Yes but I’m meeting everyone else and it’s making me anxious.”

“Why?”

“Because they love you and your sister a lot. I want them to like me”

“I like you so they'll like you.”

“Bucky, you’re only pretending to like me! I love your sister, but it feels a lot easier to trick one old lady than to trick a bunch of people at once into believing we’re real!”

“Okay. First, I do like you. I promise, that part is not pretend.” You know he just meant it platonically, but it still made you blush.

“Secondly,” he continued “Rebecca is the sharpest person I know, so if she’s convinced, then they will be too.”

“I’m still worried they’re gonna find out and kill me.”

“Hey” he reassured “They won’t find out and they won’t kill you and even if they try, like they’re gonna get past me.” he wiggled his metal fingers in your face.

“She hasn’t said anything right? Like she isn’t getting suspicious?”

“Doll, take a chill pill. Even if she figures it out, it’s on me not you. I’m her brother, remember?”

“I know but Bucky she’s been so sweet and nice to me and I adore her and I don’t want to let her down!”

“You won’t, now just relax.”

Rebecca’s son, Scott, had prepared a fabulous meal and as you all sat around a table in the community room of the nursing home eating, her daughter Kim gave a beautiful speech about how Rebecca taught her to be a great mom and how loved she was by the family.

Tears sprung to your eyes at just how loved and revered this woman was and how lucky you felt to know her, even if it was under the false pretense of being her brother’s girlfriend.

Bucky noticed you getting emotional and placed an arm around your back, absentmindedly rubbing circles with his hand in comfort as Kim continued to speak. You shot him a look of thanks and winked at him as you saw tears welling behind his eyes as well.

After dinner had been cleared and dessert had been served, you were locked in a pleasant conversation with Bucky’s grandniece Jenny.

“I don’t know, maybe I should change my major…”

“Well, you’re young. Lots of people take years to figure it out.” you replied

“Uh oh.” she exclaimed, pointing toward the door “Looks like you’ve got some competition.”

Bucky was standing in the hall, deep in conversation with one of the nurses, who was throwing her head back in fits of laughter at whatever he was saying to her, and playfully touching his arm.

“Well, you know Bucky, he’s just… friendly.” you shrugged it off, trying to not let the interaction bother you

Jenny gave you a quizzical look, knowing that was a bold-faced lie and Bucky was the most surly and quiet person either of you had ever met. Except around you and Rebecca, of course.

“So tell me more about your thesis,” you said, directing the conversation back and hoping to distract yourself from whatever it was Bucky was doing

The subway ride back to your apartment was mostly silent, which wasn’t abnormal for him, except all you could think about was the way that nurse was with him, and more importantly, how he was with her. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at her, how he had leaned into her touch everytime she placed a hand on his arm, how they had talked nearly the whole afternoon.

“So David told me he and Shelby are expecting.” Bucky said, finally breaking the silence

“David and …? Oh yeah, Scott’s oldest.” you said, still mentally trying to keep all of Bucky’s nieces, nephews, and their kids straight in your mind, having just met all of them in one go today.

“Yeah. Which means Rebecca is going to be a great-grandmother.” he continued

“Oh my gosh that’s right! That’s so great! Did they tell her?”

“Yeah. She was pretty excited. Then of course, she asked me when you and I are going to start…” he said

“Oh yeah? What did you say to her?”

“Told her we’d get to it eventually. That we were still enjoying being young and in love.”

“Bucky, you’re 106…”

A smile formed across his face and he shook his head.

“You know what I meant!”

“Well we’ll never fictitiously get around to it if you for-real flirt with nurses.” you snidely commented

“Ohhh not my pretend girlfriend pretending to be jealous!” he joked back

“I’m not jealous, Bucky, I’m just trying to keep up appearances. But I don’t blame you, she was cute.”

“Yeah she was.”

“Okay serious question, what if one of us gets into a real relationship?” you asked

“Why are you planning to?”

“No, I mean I wouldn’t complain, but I don’t exactly have any great prospects right now.”

“I don’t either.”

“Um, that nurse was absolutely a prospect.” you argued back

“Doll, will you drop it with the nurse already?”

“No. Look, if you want to be for-real happy and quit lying to your sister, I think you should ask the nurse out. This has been fun, but don’t let us pretending to date hold you back from an actual relationship.”

Bucky sighed and hung his head.

“Okay. When I visit Rebecca this week, I will ask the nurse out. Just to get you off my back about it.” he conceded

“Well just be sure to add in the fact that you have prospects lined up when you tell your sister we broke up, just to soften the blow.” you joked

“Wow, you make it sound like I have women out the door, just waiting in line for me.” Bucky joked

You could if you wanted, you’re a fucking catch, is what you wanted to say, but instead just chose to lightly chuckle at Bucky’s joke.

“I think I will wait and see if the nurse says yes and if she does, see how the date goes before breaking it to my sister. And if it goes bad, at least I still have you.”

“Wow, make a girl feel more special to be your backup plan, why don’t you?” you joked

“You know what I mean! Wait, you will still keep this up for me if the nurse says no right?”

You sighed.

“Yes. I’ve actually really been having fun spending time with your sister.”

And you, you wanted to add, but again, didn't.

“But I do want you to be happy, so I will sacrifice hanging out with the coolest 98 year old I’ve ever met if it means you get a for-real girlfriend and stop being a grumpy, lonely old man.”

“Thanks doll, you’re the best.”

Things at work got hectic that week and you didn’t see Bucky until midway through the next week.

You were sitting at your computer, combing some case files when Bucky snuck up behind you.

“So things got complicated…”

“Jesus, Bucky, don’t scare me like that!” you said, practically jumping out of your seat when he spoke

“Sorry!”

“Wait, complicated how?”

“Well I asked the nurse out. And she said yes. And apparently it was the hot topic in the nursing home all weekend. And my sister asked why I was two-timing you. So I had to tell her we broke up.”

Your heart sank at the thought of not hanging out with Bucky and Rebecca anymore.

“Okay. Well, we knew that might have to happen. And the nurse?”

“Her name is Maddie, by the way. And we went out last night.”

“And?”

“It went well. She was nice and it was fun and we’re going to go out again this weekend.”

“Bucky, that’s great. I’m really happy for you.” you replied, trying to truly mean it and push your own feelings towards the situation aside.

But your mind just raced with worry about how well it actually went. Did he mean it went well like it was an agreeable evening and they talked a few hours and went their separate ways? Or did he mean it went well like she got to find out if his lips were as soft as they actually look? It went well like they hooked up and had steamy sex and she got to feel how his toned muscles felt under her hands while he brought her to ecstasy the way you’d always imagined and … no. You needed to stop. It was a bad idea to think about him that way. Especially since he now belonged to someone else, and never really belonged to you in the first place.

“Doll, I really can’t thank you enough.” Bucky spoke and broke you out of your spiraling thoughts “Rebecca had so much fun with you and you know… I think pretending to date you might have actually given me the confidence to ask Maddie out. Don’t know if I thought I could be a good real boyfriend without being a good fake one first.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Well I’m happy to have helped. And by the way, yeah you were a phenomenal fake boyfriend. Better than most of the real ones I’ve had.”

You tried not to let the tears come to your eyes that you could feel brimming to the surface. You were just sad to say goodbye to Rebecca, that’s all. She was so special and spending time with her was a gift. It helped that Bucky was also so charming and funny, but it was absolutely just about Rebecca. Afterall, you’d still get to see Bucky at work. You wouldn’t really talk as in-depth as when you were with his sister and hanging out in service of keeping up the lie, but it would be fine.

However, much to your disappointment, it seemed like after that conversation, Bucky avoided you like you two had actually been a couple and actually broken up. He wouldn’t look you in the eye during mission briefings, wouldn’t say more than two words to you and they were always related to work, and if he ever found himself alone in a room with you, he quickly found an excuse to leave.

It had been about two months since you had “broken up” and you had given up hope of even having any sort of friendship with Bucky. But the truth was, you missed him. You missed making fun of him when he made a reference so outdated, historians wouldn’t even get it. You missed the way his smile rose more on his right side when you’d crack a joke. You missed when he’d sing along to one of Rebecca’s records and try to dance with both you and her at the same time, inevitably spinning you into each other and ending in the three of you in a fit of giggles.

You tried not to think of it though, threw yourself into work and tried to forget. But you couldn’t. Everything reminded you of him.

And you tried not to think about how much you missed him as you watched him walk onto the ramp of a quinjet, prepping to take off for a ten day mission to take down a Hydra base in Latvia.

Six days later, you were in your apartment, making your evening cup of tea when your phone rang.

You picked it up and put it down three times before finally processing that it was Bucky’s name popping up on the screen. With the time zone difference, it had to at least be three in the morning where he was.

“Bucky?” you finally answered “Is everything okay?”

“No. Doll, it’s not.”

“What happened? Are you okay? Is Sam okay? Did something go wrong?” you panicked, knowing of all the hundreds of people the Avengers employed, you were not the person to call if something went wrong with the mission.

“No, it’s Rebecca. She um…” Bucky sounded on the verge of crying and your heart broke in an instant “Kim called and Rebecca is in the hospital. I didn’t get all the details, but it’s not good.”

“Bucky, I’m so sorry.”

“Listen, I know I’ve already asked so much of you, but can you please… Can I ask you to go for me? Go see her? Sam and I are trying to wrap up as quick as we can, but I just can’t bear the thought of not being there with her and she loved you so much and I know you being there would really mean a lot to both of us.”

You had never heard Bucky ramble like that before. His voice was shaky and unsure and it broke your heart.

“Okay. Of course I can go.” you replied without hesitation. You loved Rebecca too, of course you wanted to be with her.

“Thank you. So much. Really. I’ll text you the room number and the hospital. I’ll let Kim and Scott know you’re coming too.”

“Okay.”

“And um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For how it’s been lately.”

“Bucky, It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. But um, we can talk more when I get back.”

“Okay. I’ll go see her now, just text me.”

You were pulling on your shoes already when Bucky’s text came through. You were out the door and to the hospital in less than twenty minutes.

Kim greeted you with a big hug when you arrived.

“Oh, she’ll be so excited to see you!” Kim said, leading you down the hall of the hospital towards Rebecca’s room “You know, she still talks about you all the time even though you two broke up a while ago.”

You tried to bite back a smile, not wanting to feel happy in such a grim situation. But knowing at least Rebecca missed your presence and made sure Bucky didn’t forget you lightened your mood just a little.

Any hint of a grin was knocked off your face as soon as you stepped in the room. Rebecca was looking quite different from when you last saw her. Usually so healthy and spry for her age, she looked frail in the thin hospital gown, laying limply in the bed in the middle of the sterile room. Her gray curls were not in their usual coiff, but unkempt and wild. Her eyes looked sallow and dull. But her beautiful smile still came through when she saw you walk into the room.

“Oh my dear!” she reached out a shaky hand toward you. “It is so good to see you!”

Her hand wrapped around yours and she patted it a few times.

“How have you been? Oh, I’ve missed you! You know I was just saying to James the other day, it was a shame he let such a gem like you go.”

“Rebecca, that’s very kind, but how are you? Are you resting? Are you feeling better?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I was fine, but the nurses at the home, they called an ambulance and made me come here!”

“Mom, you passed out and your heartbeat was at 22 bpms!” Kim interjected

Rebecca waved her hand, then turned back to you.

“Where is James? Did you come with him?” she asked

“No. He’s away on a mission, but he’ll be here as soon as he can. He asked me to come see you until he could get here.”

“Oh that’s so kind of you. You know, he really loved you. I could see it every time he looked at you and every time I’d ask about you he’d talk and talk. I told him to hold on to you, but, well my brother never wants to listen to me!”

“Mom!” Kim interrupted again and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Even in this state, Rebecca’s personality was still shining through.

You caught up a little more, filling Rebecca and Kim in on your life since you last saw them.

Finally, Rebecca’s eyes kept closing mid-sentence and you and Kim left her to get more rest.

As you and Kim walked down the hall of the hospital together, she filled you in more on Rebecca’s health and explained that Scott and Jenny were also taking shifts visiting, currently hanging out in the waiting room down the hall.

“Sweetie, it’s getting late, let me give you some money so you can get a cab home.”

“No, Kim, I’ll stay here with you guys tonight.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Please? Just until Bucky calls again. Maybe by morning we’ll have a better idea of when he’ll be back.”

Kim nodded and gave your arm a light squeeze in thanks.

The waiting room was small and featured dated furniture and peeling wallpaper set under the glow of harsh fluorescent lights. Scott was asleep, curled in an uncomfortable position in a chair in the corner. Jenny flashed you a tired smile as you entered. You sat on one of the worn couches and laid your head back, attempting to drift off into sleep.

The night was rather restless, dozing in and out, but never really getting pulled into sleep fully. Between the buzz of hospital employees rushing about, the cramped sleeping arrangement, and the worry chewing in the pit of your stomach about both Rebecca and Bucky, it was far too difficult to get solid rest.

Would Rebecca be okay? How would Bucky act towards you when he got back? Would things go back to being friendly between you as a thanks for being there for his family or would he simply continue to ignore you and act as though this also didn’t happen?

You must have finally gotten to sleep, because you were pulled out of slumber by a metal hand squeezing yours and a soft calling of your name by a familiar voice.

Your eyes shot open to find Bucky, crouched down in front of you, face meeting yours as he gently woke you. Despite the exhaustion painted on his face, he was a radiant light in the otherwise dim environment.

“Bucky!” you sat upright and pulled him into a tight hug

“Hey Doll.” he said, squeezing you so tightly you thought you’d burst like a can of Pillsbury Crescent Rolls.

“How did the mission go? When did you get back? Have you been in to see your sister yet?” you asked

Bucky shook his head.

“We can talk about the mission later. Thank you so much for being here.”

“How is Rebecca?” you asked

“I… um. I don’t know. I just got here and came to see you guys first.” he nodded toward the sleeping forms around you.

“You should go see her. Hopefully she got plenty of rest over night.”

Bucky shook his head some more.

“I don’t know if I can… she’s the last thing I have of my old life. I don’t know if I can bear to see her like that.”

“Bucky, she needs you. She wants to see you, she asked where you were last night.”

Bucky sighed, wetness welling in his worn blue eyes.

“I’ll go with you.” you volunteered

“Doll, you’ve already done so much. I can’t ask another thing of you.”

“Please, Bucky, I want to be there for you. And for her.”

He nodded and took your hand in his flesh one, helping you off the couch and not letting go as you walked down the hall together towards Rebecca's room.

She was sitting upright in bed and her face lit up at the sight of you and her brother, nearly spilling the applesauce the nurses brought her for breakfast into her lap.

Bucky finally let go of your hand, giving his sister a hug much more gentle than the one he gave you.

“Oh James, you know you didn’t have to rush away from work just to come see me!”

“Becca, yes I did!” he smiled

“Well, your girlfriend had things covered here.” she gestured towards you

“Oh, Becs no, we’re not back together.” Bucky explained

“Oh? But why not?” Rebecca asked

“It's not important right now. What’s important right now is getting you healthy.”

Rebecca smiled and shook her head.

“James, it is important right now. I’ve lived a lot of years and I’ve learned the most important thing in life is holding the ones you love close to you. I learned that when my big brother ‘died’ at war. I learned that when my children grew up too fast and moved away. I learned that with every grandchild born and held in my arms. And I learned that when you came back into my life after so many years.”

“Rebecca…” Bucky spoke, but she held up her hand to cut him off.

“I don’t know why you two broke up or what happened. But what I do know is how much the two of you clearly love each other. Look, James, I’m old. I know I don’t have much time left. But you, you have a life to live still and running away from the good things is not what your baby sister wants for you.”

“Rebecca, this is a conversation for her and I and another time.” Bucky argued

“You know for being my older brother, you sure aren’t wiser than me.”

“Wow, even sick in the hospital, still trying the younger sibling thing.” Bucky joked back

A knock at the door took the three of you from the conversation as a cheery nurse stepped inside the room.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I need to run a few tests the doctor ordered. It’ll only take a little while.” he explained.

Bucky sighed and gave his sister a kiss on her temple, then gestured for you to step out with him.

Once in the hall he finally broke down completely, the stress of the past few days catching up to him.

You cradled his head in your arms as he sobbed, knowing the longer the two of you stayed like this, the longer you could put off having a conversation.

“Can we go for a walk?” he asked, finally calm enough to stand and wipe the tears from his eyes

You nodded and took his hand again, leading him out to the front of the hospital into the sunshine.

A few open benches along the sidewalk provided a place for the two of you to sit. Still, it took a few minutes for Bucky to finally speak up.

“I’m sorry I let it get like this between us.” Bucky mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Bucky, please. We don’t have to do this right now. You should be worrying about your sister, not me.”

“No, Doll, Rebecca’s right.”

“Yeah?”

“About everything.” he nodded his head “About life. About us. But don’t tell her I said that, or she’ll never let me live it down.”

You giggled.

“I wanted it to be real. Not at first, but after a while. When she tells you a story about us as kids and you smile at me the way you do. Or when your eyes light up when I make up a lie about the latest romantic thing I did. I wanted it all to be real. And I still do.”

“I wanted it to be real too.” you confessed “But if you wanted that, then why did you not just ask me out for real instead of Maddie?”

“Because, like Rebecca said, I was running away from the good things. I was scared that after everything I’ve been through, no one would stick around knowing all of that about me. But then you did, and it scared the hell out of me. And I wasn’t sure if I was reading it all wrong. Asked Maddie out as an excuse to push you away. I thought maybe avoiding you would make me get over it, but it didn’t, it just made me miss you.”

“And Maddie?”

“We went on a few dates and it was fun, but of course, I kept her at a distance. Didn’t want to let her in like I did with you. So she broke it off with me after a while.”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“You know, the leaves in Central Park aren’t quite orange yet, but it’s still a nice time of year for a first date there.”

“Yeah. It is. For real this time?”

“For real this time.” you agreed “But let’s worry about getting Rebecca healthy first.”

“I bet if we go up and tell her we’re back together, she’ll run out of that room and steal a cab just to make sure we make it to Central Park today.” he joked

You softly pressed your lips against his, feeling him melt into your kiss as the tension between the two of you these last few months finally evaporated.

When you finally pulled apart, you realized now you were the one crying, relieved that things between the two of you worked out.

Rebecca was released from the hospital a few days later, new medication bringing her health back into balance and making her as vivacious as ever. She was even well enough to join you and Bucky in Central Park for your 8th date, though she didn’t know that, as you and Bucky decided it was best not to tell her about the lie even now. And of course, when Bucky and Rebecca stepped out of the cab on 5th Avenue, he held two bouquets of pink roses in his hands.

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[ravenromanova]

My Shining star

Pairings: Insecure Bucky x Healer Female reader

Summary: You’re the official healer for the Avengers. When Steve comes in begging you to heal Bucky you immediately say yes… But Bucky is hesitant (giving you guys a lil something before my next post)

word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Ptsd, talk of torture, Mentions of abuse and blood, (not really a warning but soft bucky 🥹 ik we all love him)

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Ever since you joined the team 5 years ago you’ve been the north star to light the way. You were originally brought on as Bruce Banners second hand, But quickly became the teams personal healer. They figured out you had healing powers when one day Tony came in carrying Morgan who was in tears. He told you she had cut her finger on a piece of metal and wanted you to see how bad it was.

When you walked over to her you saw her puffy eyes and her snot filled nose. You held her hands and told her to take some deep breath with you. Once you two fell into a rhythm you saw a orange-ish glow emit from your hands. Before you could comprehend what had happened her cut was healed.

You dropped Morgan’s hands and freaked out looking at Tony and Bruce. They both looked at Morgan’s finger and saw that the cut was completely gone. Bruce asked you if that had ever happened before, and you said no. They proceeded to ask you about your family and if you knew of anyone who had powers, again you said no.

Eventually after they calmed you down they asked if they could run some tests to see what it could be. After a shit ton of tests and long nights you three finally found and answer. Biotherapeutic Manipulation was what your power was. Unfortunately you have no idea where it came from but, it’s assumed it’s a gene in your family that lies dormant.

That was two years ago and ever since then you’ve been the official team healer. Everyone comes to you for your healing powers along with them just loving being around you. The team loved having you around because you were just a ray of light.

No matter how hard you’ve been working. No matter what’s been going on in your personal life you were always happy. So it was a no brainer when Tony asked you to move into the compound. You accepted the offer with the brightest smile. And within a week you were moved onto the same floor with Steve, Sam and Bucky.

A few months went by and you got a lot closer with everyone on the team. Well everyone except Bucky. He was never a man of many words to begin with, But since you joined he was even more silent. He also never let you heal him. Bucky claimed that the serum would do it and that he didn’t need it.

So for months now when everyone else comes into the lab to get healed…Bucky without fail will tell you he’s fine.

You didn’t really think anything of it until he came back from a mission really beat up. He had three stab wounds, and at least two gunshot wounds as well. Steve brought him into the lab begging you to heal him. And again without fail he told you he was fine and that the serum would fix it for him.

“you’re not fine Bucky! you are profusely bleeding and you’re lucky you have passed out yet” You say a little annoyed at the super soldier.

“i will heal in a few hours y/n really i don’t need it” He continues to protest and Steve just sighs.

“Punk let her heal you ok? you can’t keep refusing when you’re seriously hurt” Steve tried to coax him into letting you heal his friend.

Bucky just shakes his head in response and You and Steve just sigh. It takes you a second to come up with an idea. Once the lightbulb goes off you give Steve a look that tells him to leave.

“i’ll give you guys a minute” He says as he leaves the lab with a nod and you walk back over to Bucky.

“why won’t you let me heal you?” The question is laced with concern as it leaves your lips.

“i don’t des- need it.” He switches he word choice thinking you won’t notice but of course you do.

Suddenly everything makes sense. Why he doesn’t talk. Why he trains alone. Why he doesn’t let you heal him. It’s all because he think he doesn’t deserve good things.

“Bucky- do you think you don’t deserve to be healed?” You ask as you slowly reach for his metal hand. He’s hesitant but he lets you hold it as he looks up at you.

His blue eyes meet yours and you can feel the sadness in them. Bucky slowly nods his head at your question. Your heartbreaks and this realization.

“Well that’s just not true. You deserve it just think the rest of the team does” You simply state trying to ease him into it.

“No i don’t. Not after everything i’ve done. I don’t deserve your kindness or your healing” He protests shaking his head and you grab his face and make him look at you.

“Listen to me very carefully James. You deserve good things. okay? You are a good person. And before you try to use your past to say you don’t. Let me ask you something. Did you ask to be taken by hydra?” You ask already knowing the answer but needing him to respond.

He shakes his head no at your question.

“Okay now did you ask to be turned into the winter soldier?” You question again as you drop your hands from his face.

He shakes his head again.

“Now lastly.. Did you ever ask to do what they made you?” The words are softer coming out this time.

Bucky shakes his head no and looks at you.

“Then it’s not your fault James. They did awful things to you. Yes it was your body doing it… But it wasn’t your mind. It wasn’t you. Because YOU are a good person. I know we don’t talk that much around here but i know you’re a good person James. Everyone around here knows that. Now let me heal you and show you something good” You kinda ramble on but you hope your words made an impact.

Bucky stares at you in response not quite sure how to respond. It makes him a few minutes before he mutters out an ‘okay’. You smile softly as you approach him taking off your white gloves to reveal your perfectly manicured hands.

“this might be a little awkward but i need you to take off your shirt” Bucky’s eyes widen at your words “I can’t heal the wounds if i don’t touch them” You continue to explain hoping it would ease his mind.

“o-okay” He stumbles out as he lifts up his shirt and takes it off. It takes everything in you to not stare at his broad chest. You rip your eyes off his toned abs and approach him.

“you’re gonna feel a tingling sensation but it won’t hurt okay? you can even watch what i do if that makes you feel better” You say as you place your hand over a small cut on his chest. Once you close your eyes and focus your breathing a orange glow emits from your hand.

Bucky watches as you place your hand on the cut and it slowly fades away. His eyes widen in amazement. Sure he’s heard of the power you hold but he’s never seen it in person. He watches as you go from wound to wound healing him. Suddenly you stop at his left shoulder and run your finger over the scar tissue.

He worriedly watches you as you place your hand on his shoulder blade. You hum to yourself as you attempt to heal any nerve damage in his shoulder due to the metal arm.

“H-how did you do that?” Bucky asks as he feels the pain disappear in his shoulder.

“Well i figured that HYDRA didn’t properly give you that arm so i had i feeling you had some nerve damage- plus Steve has also mentioned it before” You respond and you finish up the last cut on his face.

You’re suddenly really aware of how close your faces are. You notice how his deep blue eyes are focused on you. He grabs the hand that’s on his cheek and brings it to his lips. Bucky softly kisses your palm before holding your hand softly.

“Uh thank you for helping me- you really didn’t have to” He shyly says as he hops off the table and stands in front of you.

“Don’t do that- I helped you because yes it’s my job. But i also wanted to. I will gladly be the one to show you that you deserve any shred of good humanity has to offer” You respond as you start to clean up the lab a little.

“But still it means a lot that you healed me. You know you’re like the only person besides Steve to not look at me like a monster? or like i’m broken..” He says trailing off as he looks down at his feet.

“well you aren’t a monster nor were you ever one. And like i said you deserve nice things” You say finally looking up and meeting his gaze with a smile.

He nervously rubs his hands together before he speaks again. “would you like to maybe go out sometime? like to dinner or a movie?” Bucky asks still not meeting your gaze.

You laugh a little at how nervous he is. Even though you aren’t quite sure why he’s so nervous when he looks like that you still find it cute. You walk up to him and gently lift his head to look at you.

“I’d love to James.” You smile and he reaches for your hand and intertwines your finger together.

“how about tomorrow around 7?” He says with a goofy smile on his face. You admire his smile before you respond.

“sounds perfect” The excitement in your voice makes him smile wider. He runs this thumb over your knuckles for a moment as he looks at you.

“It’s a date then” He says before kissing your cheek and walking out of the lab. You stand there for a moment smiling like a idiot.

As bucky leaves he can’t contain the smile on his face. He finally got a date with the woman he’s been pining for since she’s arrived. You’re finally gonna be his shining star

~the end~

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Lost In The Shadows Fourteen

A/N: This one is short, sorry, also have began writing my next series, my stuff about that will be up once i’m finished posting this story, hope you like it, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,268

Warnings: Big Angst, Guns, Character Death, Drugs?, Some Domestic bliss, then obviously Brock, pregnacy, If forgot anything let me know please!

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Brock was pissed, it had been almost a year and there still had been no sign of Y/n nor James anywhere, and while Andy now seemingly was in control of her business, he couldn’t hold New York by the balls the way Y/n used to, so Brock turned his anger into an advantage. His substance had been selling like crazy around New York and it was only a matter of time when Y/n would find out he’d began spreading it on to her territory, and it was also only a matter of time for her to find out, he was so close to finding her and James, he just had to wait a little longer.

Meanwhile, Y/n and Bucky, had been living in Romania, Bucky’s memory had been coming back little by little. As for Y/n she was still the control freak as ever, still controlled what she could from a computer, halfway across the world, even with her patrooting stomach that made it annoyingly hard to use her computer. She rested her head against the couch cushion, with a sigh of slight irritation. Bucky came up from behind, telling from the way her face was scratched something was wrong. “What's going on?” He asked me to sit beside her. 

“First lil’ bean is driving me insane, they're moving a lot and I can barely see over my stomach, and work stuff, Brock is dealing on my streets, and he is still looking for me.” She stressed. 

“We’re fine and safe, shouldn’t that be all that matters?” He tilts his head. 

Y/n’s lips pulled up slightly. “If only it were that simple, I don’t just take care of only you I and our kids with what I do, I take care of my men’s families, I take care of all of the people in my territory, and if I let whatever shit get out, then look what happens, shure New York’s filled with druggies, and people on the stress, but when theres and out break it gets ten times worse for both populations.” She explained what other extra duties she had as a leader in the mob. “That’s why they respect me and fear me, because I could take it all away in a knight from someone, but I also made things better after Henry died, I helped a lot of people, get better, from pills and other crap.”

Bucky nodded, now understanding the importance of what she had done back home. “All I can say is don’t stress too much.” He put his hand over hers that was resting on her stomach, he smiled softly, she closed the laptop.

Bucky and Y/n both stood in the kitchen listening to music that fit both of their tastes, the made a meal fit for kings, or a mechanic and his pregnant mob boss wife. Bucky could tell the difference between now and the begging of their relationship, now she was comfortable enough to wear tank tops and really anything that showed any scar she’d gained in the past, sometimes, Bucky would ask about who she got each one, she could recite the story as if it happened yesterday, yet no emotion held in her voice, and then she’d acted as if she never said anything. He couldn’t understand how she did it.

As they both laid in bed, Bucky’s arms naturally found a way on Y/n. “If you stay relaxed, the sooner bean will be here, and the sooner bean is here, the sooner we get to make another little mean and another.” He smiled, as he held her closely to him. 

“I’ll try but no promises.” She smiled to herself, as her eyes closed, Bucky soon followed suit, shutting off the lamp that was on his night stand.

Bucky rolled around to find his wife once again in the night as he slept, but soon was awoken by the cold silky sheets. He shot up, looking around the room, finding no sign of her he got up to find her. 

Y/n paced in the office that used to be Bucky’s dads, when he was a kid. She spoke in a demanding harsh whisper, at whatever unfortunate soul. “We’ve got to figure this out, I-we can’t move places at the moment Andy.” She huffed, clearly her anxiety raised, along with anger. “Why? That’s not your business at the moment, I don’t know if he has the phone tapped. Throw him off or something. He can’t find us not right now, bye Andy.” She slumped into the chair behind the desk, sweat appearing on her forehead, her breath picked up slightly. 

Bucky came up, taking her hand in his. “It’s gonna be alright.”

“Brock knows where we are, and I don’t think that we can leave at the moment because I am nine months pregnant, and soon enough I could give birth.” Y/n explained. 

“He can’t access the island with anything other than a boat, we're fine.” Bucky reassured her. She nodded, knowing she could be overthinking this. “Let’s get back to bed.”

As a week passed, and then half of another, she started to think that she had been wrong. As they both had been getting ready for bed, the power cut out, Y/n and Bucky looked around in confusion as they stood in the bathroom, Y/n put her tooth brush back in the holder, and she moved into their room, Bucky was right with her. “Maybe a line went out.” 

“Nope, just me.” Y/n’s eyes whipped to the corner by the closet, Brock stood in the shadows, his hands in front of him with a pistol in one. Bucky tries to flick on the lights, when they turn on, they know someone else is there, all of them looking at each other, Brock’s jaw clenches visibly, when he finally takes in all of Y/n. “You could have had a good life with your husband and kid, why are you causing more trouble than it’s worth.” 

“Because you would kill more than you would ever help with whatever that shit is.” She hissed at him. 

Brock lifted his gun focusing on her chest, she had no way to defend herself, ironically the one time she didn’t carry her gun, so what else could she do but welcome death as an old friend hoping Bucky could at least leave. As the gun went off she prepared for the bullet, but it didn’t come so she opened her eyes looking around. “Get out!” She looked to where the voice came from, Bucky who was lying on the floor with a bullet in his chest and stomach. “Leave Y/n!” He said the best he could. 

Her leg’s moved before her mind, all she could see was Bucky there on the floor bleeding out, the pair of guards that stayed on the island met her down stairs. “Where’s Mr. Barnes?” One of them asked, she just shook her head. “Take her to the mainland. I’m going to go up there.”

The second guard came up to her, leading her out to the doc, she struggled to collect herself as they ran, when they got to the doc with a boat at the end, the guard helped Y/n on. “Y/n!” Brock Yelled form not too far from them. 

“Go, get to the Airport, and go home, or somewhere safe.” The guard told her, as he Started the boat before getting off quickly. The boat moved quickly on the water, Y/n waited to doc on the mainland, her face wet from tears as she docked and then got a taxi. She had no clue what was supposed to happen after this, she should have died.

When Y/n got on the first plane to New York, she immediately messaged Andy, wanting to have someone go back and get Bucky, maybe even they’d be able to save him. When she got back to New York, Andy had replied that he was right on it. As she took a private car back to her house, she felt empty like part of herself was missing. As she walked the path she had so many times, she slowly realized that this wasn’t home, at all. She walked into the house that gave her a pit in her stomach. Andy stood along with all of her men, all meant respect but she wanted to be alone, her jaw clenched, she still wore a nightgown that made her stomach stand out.  “Everyone except Andy, leave.” Her voice turned cold and stern. 

Andy stayed behind like told as all the other men filtered out. “See what you meant by you didn’t want to leave, now.” 

“Is he okay?” Her voice sounded desperate, and had a yearning interlaced. 

Andy’s shoulders tensed. “He, along with Brock and his men, weren’t there when they got to the island, Y/n, I’m sorry.”

She just nodded. “Go figure out what's next, I'm staying in New York, until this finishes up.” 

“What if-”

“I don’t care I’ll kill Brock Rumlow if that’s the last thing I do, even with my baby in my stomach, he killed my husband, I’m taking every part of his legacy possible, by the time this finishes, no one will even remember his name.” She spoke with passionate rage. “Go get me my information Andy.” She stood giving him a stern look, before he left.

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Stay quiet

As a sucker for Bucky and DBF fics it's only obvious that the first piece I've ever seriously written/posted is a mashup of that! With that being said absolutely any feedback is more than welcomed! Also a huge thank you to @becca-e-barnes for inspiring me to finally get out of my own way and pursue something I love! 💕

Pairing- DBF!Bucky x reader

Words: 2.1k

Summary: being in a secret relationship with your dad's hot best friend may be classified as a sin, but teasing him under the table at a family dinner is another.

Warnings: age gap (Bucky's early 40s readers early to mid 20s) lil swearing, secret relationship, reader being a tease, Risk of being caught? hand job, oral (m receiving), Nieve parent's?, a good deal of dirty talk? kinda subby Bucky?? I think that's it!

Minors do not interact, you will be blocked!

you and bucky have been seeing each other for a while in secret. It's something that you've had to both keep quiet about bc let's face it? Dad finds out his (not so little) little girl is actively screwing his best friend? Shit will hit the fan biiiiig time.

You'd always had a stupid schoolgirl crush on bucky since just before before you'd left for college. When you'd first met him he was getting over a divorce and in his late 30s, working alongside your dad. He seemed nice enough, funny and always made sure you felt comfortable around him if he was over and your dad got called away. But it was hard not to see what was in front of you and it just so happened to be your luck that sweet, respectful James "jus' call me bucky" Barnes was also quite possibly the most attractive man you'd ever set eyes on.

You'd had a steady friendship for a while, until Bucky had tagged along on a family vacation and one look at him on that beach, his toned body covered in tiny droplets of water, and in the most delicious pair of black shorts that seemed to perfectly hug every sodden inch of his lower half, had you hooked.

But You'd figured you'd grow out of it soon enough, you'd spend some time around college guys and gals and forget all out your dads best friend.

but that never really happened, your mind seemed to stick onto him,and him alone. No amount of one night stands or date nights with a glass of wine and your vibrator could quell the urge for him.

But then Fast forward to your birthday party and one two many drinks with friends, of whom knew far to much about your little crush. And After being dared to call him, barely able to string a coherent sentence together hes pissed, worried about your safety and decides to picks you up. With drunk words being sober thoughts and and enough liquid courage in you to sink a ship, one thing leads to another and you end up waking naked together, wrapped up in his arms.

And from then on the rest had been history. The time spent not studying was with him. Always with him, even if you were simply laying together on his couch, relishing in a moment of peace. You loved him, and God did he love you back. It was wrong, you both knew it, but from the moment your eyes opened for the first time in his arms? You lost every ounce of guilt or shame. He was it for you, you knew that much.

Dancing around family dinners became an occurrence you'd both grown used too, it wasn't odd for bucky to join your family for Sunday dinners, and after a while, turning up to your front door together was almost natural. Your parents so blissfully unaware and Nieve to believe your excuse that "Bucky's closer to school, said he didn't mind giving me a ride anytime we were both headed this way. 'Sides he saves me catching an uber"

So here you sit, next to bucky and opposite your parents as they talk away, catching up with each other. A smile tugs at your lips as you pop a potato in to your mouth, an idea forming in your mind. Bucky looks utterly delicious, his mix of skinny jeans and a shirt your sure has to be multiple sizes too small.

The way the fabric stretches and clings to every inch him is sinful and from the moment you stepped into his car you've wanted nothing more than to slide over the center console of his car and fuck his brains out. But it was a family dinner you we're attending, and your parents may have been blind to what was going on in of them but if you'd both shown up late, cheeks flushed and clothing Disheveled, it was sure to raise a few questions.

But god, what better way to rile your secret- forbidden- boyfriend up than to tease him under the table. And looking like bucky did, you could hardly of cared if you were caught, at least that way you'd get to go home and screw his beautiful brains out a damn lot earlier.

Bucky's thigh tenses when your hand lands by his knee, slowly raking your fingers up him under the table. And when that's the reaction to an innocent touch? When you do finally reach the already semi hard bulge in his jeans, he just about chokes on the food in his mouth.

Having to play off to your parents that he was fine, just swallowed funny.

You don't move for a while then, hand just discreetly resting over his hardened crotch as you finish off the last few things on your plate. Turning your head as he speaks you can't help but try to suppress a smirk while you take a sip of wine. His eyes are almost wide, panicked, shooting warnings glances so obviously at You.

You know what your doing to him, how he feels about showing any excess affection around your mom and dad, but it's just that that makes it all the more fun.

So it's no surprise when dinners over and your mom insists that you two stay at the table, your hand begins to move once more. Fingers Slowly squeezing over his jeans meanwhile her and your father clean up and get desert ready.

Once out of earshot bucky turns, eyes clouded with lust but the telltale crease of anger between his brows. "What'd the hell are you playing at? Your mom and dad we're right there!" you can tell despite sharpness of his tone that he's struggling, hands trying to grasp your wrist, as his cock protrudes almost painfully against the rough layer of his boxers.

It's almost gratifying in the way He's so obviously trying not to crumble and fuck you over your parents dinner table. But deep deep down, there's this little devil on your shoulder that wants him, no needs him, to do it. To take what he needs from your body, and vice versa, to hell with anyone else.

Putting your plan in motion you begin to snake your hand under his shirt, nails gently raking over the toned skin at the lower half of his abs. The quiet groan Bucky makes at the action is sinful, and does nothing to help the throb of your clit, let alone the tight press of your thighs.

"Come on babydoll, please, please, can't- fuck- can't do this here. Your dad would have my balls in a blender if he caught us"

Bucky pleads, desperation filling his words and fuckkk, you'd be an idiot to say that wasn't one of the hottest sounds to reach your ears, and you'd seen, let alone heard him cum multiple times since the two of you started your relationship.

Despite his desperation to not be caught he can't find it in himself to get you to stop when your hand finally Inches just that little bit lower, unbuttoning him and slipping your warm hand into his jeans.

Your on the edge of your seat and he's hot, heavy and throbbing in your hand. You hear your father and the clattering of bowls as they clean up, mentally making a note that you needed to keep an ear out, just in case either of them decided to venture further out of the kitchen and back to the dining room.

They would be a while yet, your mom's prize desert having to be perfect, but you knew this wouldn't take long. Bucky was already hard and ready from the moment you'd put your hand on his leg.

"Oh baby, you don't want me to make you cum? Don't want me to milk your pretty cock under my parents dinner table? Your hard as hell baby, so Why not hm? "

All bucky can do is quietly wimper, hips fractionally arching into your touch without even meaning to, but you can see in his eyes he's afraid to make any other noise or draw attention.

It's almost criminal how you can do this to him, make him loose all sense of control of his own damn body but god is it one other thing he loves about you.

In any other scenario it should be him doing this to you, fingers buried deep inside your cunt, making you cum instead. But he cant find it in him to care because, fuck, its so wrong you doing this to him, but hell, it feels so damn good.

Bucky struggles to hold in a sound as your hand begins to move in a steady rhythm. using the precum that coats his tip as lube. “ do- do want you t' make me cum honey, jus- fuck- just don't wanna get caught."

"Oh baby, we won't get caught," you pause for a moment, sending him a smirk as you dip down and give a teasing squeeze of his balls. "You jus gotta be quiet, hm? Just be a good boy and stay quiet, I'll take care of you buck"

He has to swallow a gutteral moan at your words, biting down on a hooked finger. You shouldn't do what you do to him, he's sure of that much. Your tone is always Innocent, smooth as honey despite your actions being anything but.

Taking one extra look over to the doorway you up the anti, pulling your chair out ever so slightly and sliding round to face him completely. Buckys cock twitches in your hand, a telltale sign he's close. Good, you think to yourself, you have about ten minutes before you know your mom and dad will be walking back through that door.

Bucky's eyes squeeze shut, face cherry red, as you Lean down towards his crotch. by now he's far too powerless to resist your touch even if he wanted too.

The need to cum consuming any remaining hesitation.

If anyone was to peak around the corner it would look as if you'd dropped something, and by then an easy excuse could roll off your tounge.

But right now the only thing you cared about being on your tounge was Bucky. Your lips wrap around him, salty sweet precum on your taste buds as you suckle at his tip. your hand continues to jerk at the base of him and he's putty in your hands.

"Fu-fuck- gonna cum honey. Dont- god- please don't stop" Bucky's utterly wrecked, Barely able to hold back his gasps and groans.

Your head pops off his cock for a moment, spit coating your chin, just to tease him for a moment.

"That's it, good boy, want you to cum, needa taste you buck. Been desperate for it all night"

And with that your head drops back down, tounge rapidly flicking over his slit. Bucky's teeth dig further into his fingers and it's a Miracle that he doesn't manage to bite it off with the grip. Beside him his Vibrainum hand grasps at the table, wood almost Splintering under him.

It only takes one, two more harsh bobs onto his cock before he's spilling into your mouth, hips jerking wildly. His hand has to clasp over his mouth to smother the deep growl that leaves him, orgasm rushing through his body before his brain can even begin to catch up to his mouth.

His thighs shake, breathing eractic, as he watches you reach his eyes, maintaining eye contact as you swallow his load, salty sweet as it coating your throat. Bucky takes a tremor ridden sip from his water as you begin to tuck his still sensitive but softening cock back into his boxers then re assemble his jeans.

The sound of your mother's voice draws nearer just as you secure the button. Turning yourself around just in time for your parents to become visible in the doorway, bowls in hand. Your father shoots you an odd look at your slightly disheveled appearance but you brush it off, dropping into the regrowing conversation that your laces had come undone and you'd reached down and re Tightened them, hense your flushed face.

But just before your parents can get to placing your bowl down bucky leans over, words barley reaching your ear. "just you wait till we get back in the car honey. We may have a short drive but your not gonna stop cumming over my fingers until your begging me to have some mercy on that pretty little pussy of yours. You wanna Act like a little whore, you get treated like one."

#dbf!bucky #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes smut #dadsbestfriend!bucky #marvel smut #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #dbf!bucky smut #bucky imagine #bucky fic #pure smut

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“Nothing sexier then a fictional man suddenly noticing an injury on their love interest and going unnaturally still, their eyes darkening, their voice hardening with deathly quiet as they say "who did this to you?"

I can so see this with Bucky😘😅

Nonnnyyyyy I’m weak.

I’ve been stewing and simmering on this and cooking a lil’ somethin’ up for ya. I’m going to write it in what I am now calling the songbird universe (a sure sign this is going to turn in a fic someday) as a follow-up/related to this ask.

Reader injury, classism under the cut

Your interactions with the handsome American Major had not gone unnoticed by the well born girls

They had gone out of their way to bat their eyelashes at him, flaunting their perfectly coiffed hair and polished accents, yet he continued to seek you out in his free moments

Asking naive questions about crops or trying (in vain) to help you round up the cows that one time they ran amuck across the base

The last straw was apparently when he’d asked you to attend the dance with him that night, within earshot of them all

They’d set up a trap for you in the barn, knowing you were usually the last to file in for the night, burying a pitchfork beneath the straw so you might step on the tines and lever the handle into your unsuspecting face

It worked with brutal precision, the wood handle with its metal core cracking against your eyebrow sharply making you cry out in pain as they dashed off into the evening, their cruel laughter echoing in their wake

You stumbled back with tears of pain and mortification streaming down your face

By the time you made it back to your billet your eye was barely open and tender to the touch, the mother of the family you were quartered with clucking and fussing to get some ice on it as the rest of the girls filed past in their lovely dresses to head to the dance

“Don’t worry we’ll tell him you changed your mind”

Dashed up to bed knowing there was no way you could show your face, this face at the dance

Were working out in the field the next day when you heard his voice chatting with some of the other officers

Carefully turned your back to continue working but the wind caught your hat and your quickly spun to to try and grab it and suddenly his voice died on his lips as his eyes landed on your face

You rapidly looked down, giving your hat up for lost, but the sound of his footsteps swishing through the barley followed by his hand gently landing on your shoulder sealed your fate

“Songbird, who did this to you?” His voice had a sharpened edge to it, not unlike honed steel, and you frowned, shaking your head quickly

“Freak accident with a pitchfork…” you lied, glancing up at him slowly

He gently pinched your chin in his thumb and forefinger, though the tension in his body was anything but gentle

“I’ve had my fair share of shiners in my life…you got this last night didn’t you. The very night you ‘changed your mind’ about coming to the dance with me?” He raised an eyebrow skeptically and you gulped painfully

“Was it the stuck up blonde or her brunette friend with the horse teeth?” He asked

You guffawed at his irreverent choice of words and he grinned slightly, pressing his lips to your forehead just above your swollen, split brow

#thinking bucky thoughts #songbird universe

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Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob,  degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged <3

No one loves you more than I do

Not your dipshit boyfriend,

Not your dad,

Me

It’s always going to be me Sunshine.

It felt like you’d been staring at the laptop screen for hours, -was this a dream?-

Ripping your eyes away from the computer you counted your fingers, no extra limbs and you just read an email so it definitely wasn’t a dream, you’d give anything for this to be a dream. Your whole body felt numb, breathing became harder and you were sweating from places you didn’t even know existed… somehow you knew this is exactly what he wanted.

You hadn’t wished for the death of your parents since middle school, but right now you wanted the earth to swallow them whole, you prayed for an alien ship to abduct them, you wished you were adopted, pissed wouldn’t cover half of what you felt.

They invited Lloyd fucking Hansen to your wedding without even telling you, the urge to scream was so strong when you got his RSVP this morning, Simon almost took you to the hospital because of how pale you got.

It took 2 aspirin, one cold shower, and a nap to even get you to talk to Simon, you hated this, you were finally in a good place, you felt safe, your life made sense and now you were trapped in your mind, figuring out ways to escape this reality and avoid dealing with this problem.

“I don’t understand what’s the issue here, didn’t you say he’s a friend of the family?”, Simon asked as he rubbed your back for comfort, “we have space for one more person, and he clearly wants to be part of our happy day”, Gods… if only he knew Lloyd was so much more. Lifting your forehead from the table you feign a small smile “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a douche” you scoff, avoiding your fiancé’s eyes. Simon smiled at the red mark on your forehead but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you weren’t telling him.

For the last few years Simon could read you like a book, he always knew if you needed anything and with one look he knew how you felt. You let him see you, you knew you could be vulnerable with him, but it wasn’t always like that, you’d been together since high school on and off, and for years he knew you were holding back, he understood it was hard for you to open up, but he tried too hard, pushed too hard, that almost broke the two of you, especially in college, but your relationship survived it; This moment felt like a step back… Maybe it was wedding jitters or something else, but in his gut, Simon knew your relationship was in danger.

You knew Simon could see you were troubled, and right now you didn’t have the mind or patience to reassure him so you got up and wrapped your arms around his middle, head resting on his chest, taking a deep breath you tried to put Lloyd in a box and put him away but he refused to go, you couldn’t get him out of your head, the things he once upon a time whispered in your ear while your parents slept in the next room rang in your ears.

“Love comes with hunger”

“And I’m insatiable baby”

Two years ago you cut him out of your life and didn’t look back, now… somehow the bastard managed to sneak back in, but you’d fight like hell to keep him out of your heart.

Leaning back on the leather chair Lloyd sat still, one hand holding his neat scotch, and with the other he admired a polaroid. He always wore this cocky grin that made you wanna punch his mustache right off his face, surprisingly, this time he had a serious look on his face but if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a genuine smile.

Wrapped in a pink robe, fresh out of the shower you silently walked up to him and placed yourself in his lap, he put down his drink and his hand went under your robe, resting on your hip, caressing your warm skin.

“What’s got you smilin’ like that handsome?”, once you get a look at the polaroid you shoot him a deadpan look, “what’s the matter cupcake?” he teased as he smacked your thigh, “You fucking pervert” you whispered, trying to hide the amusement in your voice, “I thought you were looking at a nice picture”, his face remained the same as he kept staring at it, “It is nice” he smirked, “You look beautiful… taking me so well, taking what’s yours”. His words and the way he kept staring at the picture made your skin heat up and your stomach full of butterflies.

Hand smoothing out his chest, you kissed his cheek “you better not keep that in your wallet”, once it reached his neck you gripped just hard enough to get his attention, “why not? I need to have my girl with me at all times” he feigned a pout, not even sparing a glance at your hand wrapped around his neck, “my dad could see it” you retorted as you gently nibbed his ear.

Reveling in your touch, Lloyd just laughed “what if I want him to see it?”, frozen for a moment,  before you could finish rolling your eyes, he picked you up and straddled you in his lap, hardened bulge poking your ass while his rough hands roamed your frame, punchable smirk making a comeback right on time, “show him just how easily I can turn his little girl into a desperate cock-drunk mess”.

Pulling a hiss out of him as you gripped his hair, you grinned, “you’re lucky I like you”, lazy smile on display he gets a painful hold of your chin and pulls you to him, faces only inches apart “Nah cupcake, you love me”.

“isn’t that nice sweetie?”

“Sweetie?”

“Y/N!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to your mother, who was clearly annoyed, the scary vein on her forehead looked like it was about to pop, and like muscle memory, your back immediately straightened. “I’m so sorry, you know brides… they’re always a mess right before the wedding” she conveyed with an exaggerated smile to the photographer. Swallowing down a snarky remark, you offered the photographer an apologetic smile and handed her back the sample polaroids.

Before you could reach the exit door, your mother claws your forearm as she pulls you into a corner of the shop “what is going on with you? You’ve been so distracted these last few weeks, is it… that time of the month?” she whispered, rolling your eyes, you’re about to leave but she pulls you right back, “are you having second thoughts Honey?” she whispered-screamed, which immediately made you choke on your own saliva.

After coughing like a mad woman and awkwardly letting know the people around that you were ok, you cleared your throat, “Jesus fucking christ mom I- I’m- I’m not having second thoughts, what’s wrong with you? fucking hell… I want to marry Simon ok? w-why would you even ask that?” you scoffed, examining you for any doubt or hesitation, after what felt like an eternity of silence, your mom lets your arm go, “I miss those days where you at least pretended to feel bad when you cursed in front of me” she huffed as she walked away, making you chuckle.

Something in the air felt different, as soon as you woke up you felt like your body wasn’t your own, like a bystander in your own life… but as soon as your mother and bridesmaids rushed into your room screaming and giggling the feelings slowly faded. -Today is the day, you’re fine, everything is going to be fine and you’re going to be happy- you repeated to yourself like a prayer. To be honest, you weren’t a fan of big weddings, hated to pretend you liked relatives you hadn’t talked to in years, the pressure of planning an event to please hundreds of people except yourself, the pressure of always looking graceful and beautiful for everyone and the camera,  but Simon and your mother insisted on it, so you trained for this day, you wanted to do this for them… you were ready.

There were upsides to this event, for one, you had a whole team of professionals for hair and makeup and as you looked in the mirror, you couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked… -Lloyd will die when he sees me- you grinned, stopping mid-twirl as you realized what you just thought, “fuck”.

Pinky in pinky, you and Lloyd walked in broad daylight, a rare occurrence since your relationship was a secret, but you were on a ‘girls trip’ for the weekend and he had ‘business’ out of town.

Sharing a soft serve, while you took a lick, you wondered out loud “why doesn’t it bother you that I have a boyfriend?”. With a knowing smirk he takes the cone and in one bite finishes most of the treat, making you whine “Oh my sweet dumb baby” he coos as he throws away the rest of the soft serve, wiping his hands on his jeans he wraps his arm around your waist “Because I know who you’re really in love with”, frowning, you try to talk but he tuts “you know I hate it when you interrupt me”, “It’s sweet that you think you might end up with your high school sweetheart” he chuckled “but no matter what happens, you’re mine… mine to kiss, mine to take, mine to marry”.

Swallowing down your unshed tears, you smooth out your dress and set out to look for your maid of honor Maria.

The wedding went on without a hitch, everyone remembered their roles, no drunken relatives were in sight, and before you even knew Lloyd was coming to the wedding you asked the priest to skip the part where he asked if anyone objected, you were more than happy with that decision now. What troubled you was that you didn’t see Lloyd, you couldn’t spot him on the benches… he was nowhere to be seen, so maybe he didn’t show up at all, the tiniest part of you was disappointed but you drowned that voice with champagne.

Now in the Museum where your wedding party was taking place, while everyone danced and sang, you looked for a quiet place for you to change into your party dress. After getting lost and almost giving up you noticed an office door slightly opened, shutting the door behind you, you embraced the complete silence, finally having a moment to yourself, a moment to breathe. Letting out a sigh of relief your whole body felt too heavy to carry, the urge to cry overtook you and the only thing you could do was cover your mouth to muffle your cries. Breaking your sobs, a familiar voice makes your blood run cold… “What’s got you down Pumpkin?”

Wiping your tears away you turn on the lights and find the person you least wanted and needed the most leaning against the wall with a lit cigar in his mouth, if you were feeling overwhelmed before you didn’t know what to call what you felt this moment “W-what are you doing here… y-you weren’t invited to the party” you sniffed, makeup completely ruined.

Holding his chest as if he was stabbed, he took one last drag and slowly walked up to you “now now Sunshine, is that any way to greet me?”. He carefully watched you, admired every inch that was you, and as if the past two years hadn’t happened, as if you hadn’t broken his heart… he cupped your face and wiped your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, there was no malice in his eyes, no hurt, no anger, just longing. Finally letting out the smoke from his lips, the smell lulled you, “I always thought you looked beautiful when you cried”.

Your lip quivered and for a single moment you let yourself give into him.

His scent brought you such a comfort, it almost made you forget everything…almost, but the muffled music snapped you out of it, you remembered where you were, why you were here, and most importantly, you remembered why he wasn’t in your life anymore. Pushing him away with all of your strength, anger took over, you were mad about a lot of things but mostly at yourself for admitting that you missed him and he was the perfect punching bag.

You struck before you could even think twice, right in the face, just like Lloyd himself taught you. “Ow! That fucking hurt!!” he roared while holding his face, he looked like he was about to strangle you but he visibly forced himself not to react, you’ve seen him truly angry, blood-thirsty even, this wasn’t it. Shaking off the pain in your hand you couldn’t help but smile, watching him wipe blood from his lip brought an unbelievable thrill… you did that and damn did it feel good.

Breaking the silence, “what kind of shitty ass wedding doesn’t have an open bar, huh?” he snickered as the room filled with tension, rolling your eyes you remained still, not letting him see the true conflict inside of you, “the kind where the groom’s family has a history of alcoholism asshole”, chuckling, Lloyd once again gets as close as he possibly could, “judging by your puckered asshole and that stare I’d say you aren’t happy to see me sunshine” he said with a pout.

“Punch if the face wasn’t clear enough?” you quipped, but before you could say anything else, all words were lost as you see his hand feel the fabric of your dress, “So beautiful for another man” he muttered, hand slowly moving to your wrist, gently up your arm until reaching your bare shoulder, not ever taking his eyes off of your wedding gown. “L-Lloyd I h-ave to go back” you said, barely being able to breathe, his fingers grazed your neck and you had to bite down a whimper, “Not even out of your dress, and look how desperate you are for me” he cooed.

Shame and lust swirled inside of you, you were slowly letting him win and you were finding little reasons to stop him from kissing your neck like he was right now, mustache scratching your skin and leaving a delicious burn behind. Like magnets, your hands were drawn to his body, starting with his ridiculously thick biceps gradually moving up to his neck, grasping his hair as you felt his harsh bite before soothing the pain with his tongue “so fucking soft” he groaned in your ear, earning him a soft moan, heat pooled in your legs, adding to your wetness.

Manhandling you against the door, Lloyd eagerly pulled up the skirt of your dress while peppering kisses all over, “What are you doing? You hiccuped as you let him pick you up, reflexively wrapping your legs around his waist, holding on to his biceps, “I’m going to fuck another man’s wife” he whispered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “take back what’s mine” he growled as he ripped your dripping undergarment, you wasted no time unbuckling him and getting your hands on his raging boner.

-This is wrong- you pleaded to yourself, but he silenced that voice when he grunted your name like a prayer, rubbing him in all the right places, precum and your spit mixing, making his head fall back “I’ve spent the last two years jerking myself off at the thought of being inside of you again, I’m not waiting another second” he panted.

His throbbing tip teased your entrance, making you whine, as desperate as he was, Lloyd always loved to tease, slick dripped down your thighs and you couldn’t take it anymore, taking hold of his ass, nails digging into his skin before you could pull him, his cock plunged in, both gasping at the feeling.

“What took you so long?” you moaned, desperately clinging to him, all logic and morality gone, you needed each other, you couldn’t breathe properly without the other, it was sick… but there was no point in denying it. Your neediness seemed to spur him on and before you could adjust to his size he pulled out just to sink back in balls deep, the intrusion made you wince but you felt so full you didn’t even care.

His cock hits you slow and hard, you feel him in your guts and all you can do is moan and cry, never had Simon made you feel this good, never like Lloyd, the way he fucked you, he could make you feel worshipped and useless in a span of seconds, breath on your face, he whispered filthy nothings that made your silky walls tighten around him.

“F-fucking hell Sunshine, you’re tight and drippin’ for me” he grunted, hands bruising your thighs as he drove into you with abandon “I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again” he growled while his fat cock split you in two, Lloyd’s touch was hungry and possessive, he wanted to mark you.

While his pace quickened his thrusts remained rough, he viciously took off your veil and ruined your hairdo, pulling your head back and opening your neck to him, the pain only added to your pleasure, “look at me” he huffed,  “Tell me you love me” he begged as his hand left your hair and now gripped your throat.

If you were honest with yourself, you loved it when he got like this, possessive, animalistic, hungry… bodies in sync, you tried to form words but the only thing that came out of your lips were whimpers and moans, your whole body was hot and sweaty but when he turned your gaze to his, your skin got lit on fire. At that moment you knew he would do anything to keep you, anything to be loved by you and Gods did you love him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself little girl, tell. Me. You. love. Me” he accentuated each word with a thrust, “I love you Lloyd, no one else” you cried “I love you I- don’t stop please don’t stop” you begged as your hands squeezed his arms, ”good girl” he grinned, the sound of wet slaps and your cries of pleasure filling the room. Your words almost made him lose control, so he gripped you harder and rocked into your heat like an animal in a rut.

Wet folds gripping him like a vice, you knew your release was near and so was his, “Fuck fuck fuck I’m close Lloyd, I need you”, laughing at your desperation, his hand travels down between your bodies and draws circles on your clit “If your husband could see you now cupcake” he hissed as your walls sucked him in “You know who you belong to, jus’ needed me to fuck you stupid to jog your memory didn’t you?” he moaned as he pinched your clit and with that, both of you came, soaked in each other’s juices.

Breathing heavily, covered in sweat and his now soft cock snug inside you, pure bliss was all you knew, all you breathed, all that mattered. Cupping your face he smiled “I knew you missed me just as much as I did” he murmured with that punchable smirk, “been dreamin’ about me haven’t you?”, completely flustered and vulnerable you felt the need to lie, “no I haven't”, shaking his head in amusement his eyes pierce your soul “baby… what do you think this is?”.

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The sound of your own cries woke you up, opening your eyes, darkness surrounded you, the sheets were drenched in sweat “holy shit” you whisper, gently touching every part his lips marked you now realized it was all a dream… taking a look at the clock you see that it’s 4am in the morning -4 hours ‘till wedding day- you thought, longing along with sadness were your companions for the night so you grabbed a pillow to snuggle with, ignored your shame and indulged yourself to fall asleep replaying memories of him.

Hair and makeup done, you wore a pink robe as you yelled at your maid of honor aka your best friend Maria to hurry the fuck up because you had to get married in an hour and she hadn’t arrived with the dress. As soon as you hung up the doors burst open, finally, Maria arrived with the dress intact, a horde of women (your bridesmaids) took the dress to help you put it on, but before they could catch you, you grabbed Maria, pulled her to the bathroom and locked the door.

“Maybe this is a sign” you whispered, on the verge of tears “It was just a dream” Maria tried to reason, nerves all over the place you shook your head, panic making your heart beat fast “How the fuck did I let this happen? I thought I was over him!! what the fuck do I do? huh?! It can’t be a good sign that I’m getting fuckin’ dicked down in dreamland by someone who isn’t my husband… on.my.wedding.day!” you screeched, which made your mom knock on the door “is everything alright? Sweetie, you need to put on the dress now, we’re late as it is”.

“I’ll be out in a sec” you whimpered, biting your lip you grabbed Maria’s hand “I’m still in love with him” your voice cracked, “and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop”… tears threatened to ruin your makeup, breathing was becoming difficult and you felt like your brain was surrounded by fog “fuckfuckfuckfuck”, but without hesitation, Maria cupped the sides of your face and gently blew air, completely surprising you but stopping you from crying and more importantly freaking out.

“Look, I won’t pretend to understand what you two have but… you’re still in time to back out, I can get my car and we can bail, whatever you decide, you know I got your back” she winked.

Interrupting the nice moment, knocking loudly your mother shouted “Y/N if you don’t open this door right now I swear I’m gonna break it”, taking deep breaths you finally got out and followed your mother -This is what’s best for you- told yourself, Simon loved you well, his love was kind and patient, he was a good man… you knew that if you married him, your heart would be safe and no matter what you felt for Lloyd, he would never be good for you.

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The whole ceremony you couldn’t shake this feeling of dread sitting heavy on your chest, like the world was about to end and yet nothing happened. It was nice and you did your part, you gracefully smiled and cried in the right moments (for the wrong reasons) and you said I do.

You kept waiting to have this sense of joy or at least some relief or inner peace… You looked for him, in every corner of that church you looked and he was nowhere to be seen, your heart didn’t know if it should be relieved or hurt, maybe all you wanted was some closure… or maybe you were so preoccupied with everyone’s feelings that you completely forsook your own, maybe… you needed to be selfish for yourself and you just made the biggest mistake of your life.

You and Lloyd once talked about going away together for longer than a weekend, and you both agreed that a getaway to the Alps would be romantic, cold weather isn’t your favorite, but the landscape, the slow snuggly mornings, warm baths together, and sitting by the fireplace with hot drinks would be worth it. You hadn’t remembered the conversation until now as you arrived bags in arms to the hotel in Courchevel France, cursing your subconscious as you dropped your stuff.

You got it late so you were more than ready to drop dead on that gorgeous king-size bed, but Simon wanted to get some dinner so he went by himself. Dropping on the bed you closed your eyes for a few minutes but the sound of the key card being used made you sit up “Did you forget somethi-“ And there he was… standing tall and serious, and a little intimidating, his eyes never leaving yours, like a lion stalking his prey; just as handsome as the last time you saw him, he hadn’t changed.

“Beautiful place to honeymoon isn’t it?” he said as he walked around the room, “snow landscapes are so romantic… very underrated”, he neared the edge of the bed where you sat still like a deer in headlights. Finally taking deep breaths you got the courage to talk “You need to go” you timidly stated, tutting with that knowing smirk Lloyd stood in front of you and tilt your chin up, “ok… can I at least get a kiss goodbye?” he teased, but you knew he wasn’t going to leave any time soon.

He bent over and his face hovered over yours, the smell of his cologne and cigars overwhelmed you, it was such a comforting smell, nostalgia kicked in and you wanted to cry, his nose grazed your cheek and slowly moved up to your hair, practically sniffing you. Backing away he offers his hand for you to take, and without question you do, his thumb rubbed your knuckles and the simple action had you melting.

It surprised you that he wasn’t wearing his confident asshole façade, Lloyd's line of work forced him to wear masks and pretend, he was good at his job, so much that he became the job sometimes, or maybe he could always do that and his job allowed him to embrace that part of him, but at this moment his guard was down, you just saw his vulnerability, his hurt, his desperation.

One hand on your waist and the other gripping your chin, he slowly leaned in to kiss you, your lips were grazing and for a second you thought you would let him kiss you, but you placed your hand on his chest and shook your head “I’m married now” you murmured, voice barely heard.

You whimpered in pain as you felt his grip tighten, “to a moron you cheated on for years with me” he seethed but visibly took a deep breath to calm himself “You being married to another man means dick to me” he chuckled as he brushed hair away from your face, “you’re still mine, you can play dumb all you want Sunshine, but you know who you belong to” he smiled, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“You actually were stupid enough to think that you could just leave me?... I let you have your fun but you and I know that you don’t love him, not like me you don’t, maybe he is the safer bet, but does he make you feel good like I do? Would he kill or die for you like I would? I know every single twisted little detail about you and I love you even more… does he?

Entranced by his words all you can do is nod, you were done denying your feelings, to hell with good and wrong, desperately needing his affection you clawed his body “I’m so sorry Lloyd, I don’t ever want to leave you again” you almost cried, finally letting your true emotions run wild was cathartic and he noticed, wrapping his thick arms around you, he rested his chin on your head, tears soaking his polo shirt as you clung to him “I love you Lloyd, I’m always going to be yours”.

You both stayed like that for minutes or hours, neither of you knew, but now that he had you close to him, he had to kiss you, fingers threadding your hair, he tilted your head back and crashed his lips with yours, hands drawn to his chest and slowly moving behind his neck. It’d been years since you last tasted him and now you wondered how you even survived without his soft lips on yours, you explored each other’s lips, what started out as hungry and desperate gradually became slow and passionate.

Gasping for air you couldn’t take a proper breath because he pulled you right back, his mustache adding the perfect burning sensation, you giggled as he started nipping your lips, still not being able to let you go, you cupped his face and caressed his cheeks, still catching your breath. Pecking your lips, Lloyd tilts your head up to keep your gaze, “Be a good girl and tell your husband you want a divorce, he gives you any trouble I’ll take care of him”.

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[buckysimp101]

Everything the Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Fifteen

Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader

chapter warnings: a lil tension, angst, language, threat of violence  (the threat is dark too tbh. And it’s the bold & italicized part btw)

a/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR Y’ALL! I figured we’d start 2023 off with a lovely little chapter of ETLT! I am so so sorry it has been so long since my last update but life has been crazy between work, my birthday, the holidays and trying to figure out where my family is living in the next month (we figured it out btw)! But craziness aside, thank you all for sticking with me! I hope this chapter tides you over for a bit!

Series Masterlist 

WARNING! WARNING! BRAIN EXPLOSION INCOMING. SELF DESTRUCT IN THREE…TWO…ONE! 

Bucky Barnes could not get his brain to calm down. Alarm bells were going off and he was barely able to pay attention to the words coming out of your mouth as you talked to his parents. You’d called him Jamie. For the first time in a decade. And while a small part of his brain was telling him that was a good thing and that it meant more than you’d let on, judging by the slight look of bewilderment in your eyes after speaking it, a small part of his brain couldn’t help but remind him that he 100% was not worthy of that nickname. At least not yet. It wasn’t long into that self-reflection that he managed to hear a throat clear from across the room that pulled him out of his thoughts. At some point you’d all taken seats and everyone was staring at him expectantly, Winnie and George’s faces equally concerned while you pinned him with a raised brow. He’d been so caught up in the revelation of you calling him Jamie that he’d completely zoned out of the conversation.

Way to go idiot, you definitely don’t deserve to be called Jamie. Look at you. You can’t even pay fucking attention.

Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts Bucky cleared his own throat and timidly spoke, “sorry, I missed that, what was the question?”

You huffed out a laugh that you covered with a cough, avoiding his eyes as George raised his brow in turn and began to speak.

“Y/N was just telling us how she was in on the plan to tell everyone at The Underworld, and that the two of you went on knowing what you were doing and that this was how you wanted to break the news to the city. I was just asking you, if that was true?”

Bucky’s eyes darted towards you and he noted the serious look in your eyes and the almost imperceptible nod of your head telling him to go with it, so he nodded his own and responded, “that’s right. We wanted to make a statement and we figured, well, we figured this was the best way.”

George looked at his son carefully with slightly squinted eyes as if he was trying to read Bucky’s mind but he must have been somewhat pleased with the answer because he sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair rubbing his head with his hand.

“Well, the two of you made a statement that’s for sure. I doubt that it will take very long before Pierce, Stinson and the L/N’s find out about it and want blood.”

Bucky noticed your breathing stutter and your eyes widen at the mention of your parents and he knew it was his turn to stick up for you. Bucky slid next to you on the couch and slowly slid his hand into yours, offering a light, almost testing, squeeze which you returned slowly alongside a deep exhale. Bucky knew that breath, it was your calming breath. All these years and some things never changed. Bucky turned to face you, making sure to look in your eyes as he spoke.

“I will not let them hurt you. They will never be able to hurt you again. You have my word. You have my life.” He placed extra emphasis on the last word, hoping you would understand that he meant everything he was saying with every fiber of his being. While he knew his actions from ten years ago made it seem like he didn’t care that wasn’t the case. James Buchanan Barnes would kill for you. And he would die for you. And he needed you to know that. He watched you take in his words, your eyes widening at his meaning and your throat bobbing with a gulp. Before you could say anything to the contrary or ask him to rethink his words he shook his head and added, “I fucked up all those years ago. I’ve spent the last ten years without you and being a massive dick. Your safety, your wellbeing, your life is worth at least ten of mine. And I will do everything in my power to protect you. Do you understand?”

He could have heard a pin drop in that space. You and Winnie had twin looks of disbelief and fear on your faces at the impact of his words. George, meanwhile, looked at his son with softened features, taking in the words he’d spoken and letting them sit as his eyes roved slowly over to you. All was silent for a moment, but that silence was broken by a soft chirp of a meow as Alpine jumped onto the couch in between you and Bucky and stretched out so her head was in your lap and her body was in Bucky’s. He noticed a soft smile grow on your lips as your attention was pulled to the pile of white fluff and he took a moment to sit in the silence that followed.

That was until George spoke again.

“As I mentioned, what you two did definitely made a statement,” his voice was softer this time as if he was preparing the two of you for what he was going to say next, “and while originally I said this wedding would happen by the end of the month your actions have…changed that plan slightly. We have to move it to the end of next week.”

Your head swiveled sharply from Bucky to George, your eyes bulging as your mouth opened as if to speak. But you seemed to think about it for a second and merely nodded your head solemnly, turning your attention back to Alpine as Bucky swore he saw you shake off a tear that had formed in your eye. Intense feelings of guilt washed over him.

Bucky had done this. It was Bucky’s fault the two of you were in this situation. If he’d used his brain years ago neither of you would be in this specific mess. Hell if Tony Stark hadn’t taken you under his wing when you went to California it’s likely you’d have been able to cut off your parents and never return to New York. A sinking feeling made Bucky shake himself out of his thoughts. It wouldn’t do any good to dwell on the past. He needed to act. And he needed to everything in his power to protect you.

“We understand,” Bucky spoke quietly, earning a soft nod from you in agreement and a soft ‘good’ from his father. At that, Winnie and George stood up, prepared to make their leave. His mother pressed a kiss on his cheek and wrapped him in a warm hug before doing the same to you, whispering something in your ear before making her way to the front door of his home. George was the last one out, looking over the two of you with a mix of fondness and pity in his eyes before turning to Bucky sharply.

“You take care of her.”

“I will,” Bucky responded quietly, lowering his head as a sign of deference to his boss, his father, and to his future wife. George nodded once more before pulling Bucky in for a hug and then doing the same to you. When the door to the apartment finally shut and Bucky locked up behind them he could hear sniffling from the living room. When he rounded the corner he found you curled up on the couch with Alpine snuggling in the crook of your legs, with tears streaming down your face. When you caught sight of him you rushed to wipe them away but Bucky merely sank down to his knees in front of you and wiped them away softly and reverently himself. 

Your breathing stuttered when Bucky’s hand first cupped your face but the hyperventilation and the sniffles calmed down after a moment. Neither of you said anything, just sat there staring at one another, his hand on your jaw and his gaze on yours, until Alpine nudged her head in between the two of you for more attention. You huffed out a laugh at the little hellion and leaned back ever so slightly to accommodate her, your action was rewarded by loud purrs. Bucky took that moment to speak.

“Why’d you lie for me? Why’d you…stick up for me. You could’ve just let them ream me out for my actions. I was stupid and I was…well I was jealous. I saw you dancing with Steve and Natasha…and I was trying to get this girl to leave me alone,” at the mention of another woman your eyes flashed with something Bucky couldn’t quite read so he continued, “and so I…well I just reacted. I wanted everyone in that club to know you’re mine. And that wasn’t my place. And now what I did may have just jeopardized this whole thing. So to reiterate my question, why?”

You looked at Bucky thoughtfully for a while, he could practically see the gears turning in your brain as you carefully chose your words before responding.

“It was the right thing to do. Even if I was upset initially with your actions, I don’t know if I would have ever been able to tell my parents that we were engaged or going to be married. And while yes, you did essentially force my hand with that announcement and that kiss,” your face faltered slightly at the mention of the quite public kiss he’d given you in The Underworld before shaking yourself out of your thoughts and continuing, “I genuinely think it would have been worse if they just… found out. So that’s why I stood up for you. That’s why I told your parents I was in on it. That’s my story, James.”

He nodded his head slowly, taking in the words you were saying and willing himself not to cringe as he noticed that you’d returned to calling him James again and not Jamie. You’re not worthy of that nickname. Not yet. He shook himself out of his thoughts and cleared his voice, “I appreciate that. I appreciate what you did. I don’t deserve your support.”

You watched him carefully before one side of your mouth quirked into a small smirk, “No. No you don’t. But you’re my only path to freedom and safety. And I quite like both of those things.”

It was Bucky’s turn to huff out a laugh as the tension in the room slowly waned. The two of you sat in silence a moment longer before you asked, “now what’s with this girl? A scorned lover? Side piece? Employee?” You practically wiggled your brows making Bucky laugh but he could see something simmering beneath the surface. His initial reaction was to respond suggestively but he decided against it, best not to poke the bear.

“Ah, Megan she’s…someone I’ve…well. She’s…” it was like he couldn’t find the words and Bucky swore he felt a blush creeping up the back of his neck. You must have noticed it as well because you threw your head back and cackled, startling Alpine.

“Oh this is hilarious, come on Barnes. You can tell me about Megannnnn,” oh that wasn’t a simmer behind your eyes anymore, that was a full on boil despite the fact that your tone was teasing. So Bucky approached the topic slowly, his words more clear this time.

“Megan and I have…messed around for quite a bit. I haven’t seen her since the night I first saw you again. Intentionally,” he added the last part with a firm voice before continuing, “and tonight I told her that I was getting married and she offered to be my mistress.” He spat out the last bit, the bitterness of the word singeing his tongue. “But I told her no. Absolutely not. And she…well she didn’t like that and started freaking out on me and that’s when I found you.”

Silence must have been the name of the game this evening because it draped itself comfortably around the two of you. It took a few minutes before you spoke in response.

“She’s not going to be a problem…is she?” You asked your question slowly as if insinuating multiple meanings in your question.

Bucky shook his head and responded, “No. That ship has sailed. Megan won’t bother us if she knows what’s good for her.”

You seemed to be somewhat okay with that answer as you gave Alpine a couple more scratches before stretching and standing up. “Okay. Well. Now that all of that is settled, I think it’s time to go to bed. I’ve got a lot of work to do if we’re getting married in a week,” the last part of the sentence ending in duel cringes from both of you before you turned to face him one last time.

“Good night, Bucky.”

As you turned around to go to your room his eyes softened and he whispered so softly, “good night, sweetheart.”

The weekend ended on a quiet note. Natasha came over to hang out with you and Bucky went over to hang out with Steve. Both of them were not shy about telling him how much of a fuck up he was. And he knew they were both justified in their statements. Bucky didn’t have the heart to tell Steve about the confrontation with you after his parents left, and he just drifted through the weekend in comfortable silence. 

And then Monday came. In the early hours of Monday morning Bucky received a phone call from Sam stating that he needed to get to one of their warehouses immediately. Flinging himself out of bed, Bucky hurried to put on clothes, grab a gun, and run to his car, throwing it into drive and zooming out into the streets of Manhattan. Bucky saw the smoke before he even arrived at the warehouse. It was one of their arms facilities. Or at least it had been. Now all that was left of it was a brick exterior, some ash and billowing smoke. The fire department was already there but Bucky’s father had them on his payroll. The fire chief came up to him and told him they believed it was arson, but luckily nobody was inside when the bomb exploded. Bucky told him to keep it quiet, the chief choosing that time to show Bucky an envelope that had been found in pristine condition not far from the scene, addressed to him.

Bucky stepped away and opened it slowly as he perused the contents, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the letter inside tightly. 

Barnes,

We know. All of Manhattan knows. We will have her. You cannot protect her and your family forever. There will be blood. And it will be hers. I cannot wait to mark her up. She’d look so nice with twin slashes on her cheeks. Blood spilling down her throat. Maybe he will let me get a nice look at her, all of her, before we punish her.

This is war.

-C.S.

Bucky had to take a number of breaths to calm himself down before reaching into his phone and dialing Natasha’s number as fast he could, practically barking at her to get to his apartment and not leave until he returned. He’d left you alone and after this letter he would not make that mistake again. 

Rushing through the formalities of covering up the warehouse explosion as a gas line leak, Bucky rushed home and practically flung open the door to find you sitting on the couch, bleary eyed with an on-alert Natasha pointing a gun at him. After realizing who was in front of her she put the gun down immediately and stepped aside, a silent way of showing him you were safe. Bucky let out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as his hands went to his pocket, touching the edges of the letter folded up there. He wouldn’t let you see it. The threat alone was enough to make his stomach roil and he wasn’t about to show it to you. So he blew out a breath and took a step towards you, noting Alpine curled up in your grasp. 

“What is it Buck? Nat wouldn’t tell me but she just barged in here and woke me up…is everything okay? What’s wrong?” Your questions were slightly muddled with sleep but he could tell you were waking up more and more as your sentence continued.

He looked between the two of you, your eyes wide and fearful, Nat’s own questioning and boring a hole into him before he spoke, “we’re officially at war, Y/N. And it’s going to be my job to keep you safe. This I swear to you.”

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[buckyalpine]

You had one job

18+

Bodyguard!Bucky x reader

Everyone who asked for this raise your hand. As expected, everyone’s hands are down. I’m sorry. 

A lil angst, horny protective Bucky, smutty smuuttt, fluff, all that. Daddy kink, pregnancy 

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“Not interested” Bucky glared at Steve, shoving the file back across the table, shaking his head while the blonde smirked, skimming through the papers. 

“Well you don’t have much of a choice; they requested you, not Mr. Stars and Stripes over here” 

Of all jobs, the last thing Bucky wanted was to play babysitter for the spoilt daughter of Tony Stark, the face of Stark Enterprises though that was clearly just a cover for the underground dealings he had control over. 

“I’m not taking a babysitting job” 

“You’re not a babysitter for fucks sake, you’re her bodyguard and head of security for the family. You have military experience, they only want the best” Bucky’s boss walked out of the room without looking back, not giving the brunet a chance to argue back. 

“You start next week” 

*****

Don’t let her out of your sight

Don’t touch her

Don’t stare at her

Don’t touch her

Keep her safe

Don’t touch her

Those were the rules he was given as he walked out of Starks office, his jaw clenched as he made his was to the foyer of the mansion. Works of art decorated the walls, each piece different from the other, different from pieces he had seen in other homes- 

The sound of heels clicking down the stairs broke him from his train of thought, his eyes flicking up to the latest job he was forced to take on. You wore a skirt and blouse, make up perfectly done, not a hair out of place, nails manicured, unnecessarily pretty. 

You’d already gone though countless bodygaurds before, none meeting your standards, each getting fired for one reason or another. Unlike the others, Bucky only had so much patience. 

“Miss Stark” Bucky hardly looked at you, staring past you instead while you walked by him, grabbing your bag and calling for your driver. 

“Mr. Barnes” You nodded, making your way out to the car as he followed behind you, sliding into the car and keeping his distance. You didn’t speak to him the whole car ride, going about your shopping trip as if he didn’t exist. When you weren’t pretending he didn’t exist, you’d talk his ear off, your sassy banter seeing how far you could push him till you at least got a growl out of him. 

He had to give you some credit. While he usually ignored you most of the time, you were intelligent like your father and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit intrigued by you. 

Each day was the same. He’d accompany to wherever you demanded; shopping, brunch with your friends, dinners, oddly occasionally a few bookstores where you’d spend the whole day tucked away in a corner reading. The worst was when you wanted to go clubbing, your handsy friends ogling and eye fucking him the entire time while you continued to pretend he didn’t exit.

Again, he had to give you some credit; not once did he ever had to drag you out of the club, drunk and sloppy. Regardless of how much you drank, you always appeared stone cold sober. 

Not once had anything happened for his presence to be needed. The most he had done in the past month he spent with you was carry your shopping bags and hold the door open. Aside from his name, he wasn’t sure you knew anything about him. What he didn’t know was while you didn’t look at him, you’d carefully studied him whenever he looked away from you. 

You noted the way his blue eyes would always scan the room before you entered a building, marking all the exists. His hands would constantly twitch whenever someone got too close, his metal arm always tucked near the gun in his holster. His lack of patience amused you; always smirking to yourself at the way his jaw ticked when your friends got too close to him. 

In all fairness, he was handsome. 

As hell. 

Between his short dark locks, scruffy cheeks and pink lips, you’d have to be blind not to see how gorgeous he was. Unlike your previous bodyguards, you were most intrigued by him, the only one who hadn’t spared you a second look, always keeping his eyes and hands to himself. He was also the only one you wanted to ride until the sun came up-

“You don’t speak much” You mused, looking up at him from your sunglasses while he sat across from you, scrolling on his phone. You both sat in the car on your way to a charity event you had to attend, representing your father. 

“I was hired to protect you” Bucky shrugged, while you cocked your head wanting to prod at him more. “That doesn’t involve much talking”

“Shouldn’t you know more about the person you were hired to protect” You earning a grunt in response. “Might be difficult if you hardly look at me” 

“I don’t believe speaking or looking at you are part of my instructions Miss. Stark” Bucky challenged while you smirked, his blue eyes locking with yours. There was something about you that made him want to take you over his knee, curious about how demanding you’d be if you were stuffed with his cock instead- 

He broke his stare away feeling his phone buzz, opening the car door for you and letting you step out, trailing behind you. He spoke lowly as he answered the call though he was already dreading what it would be about, seeing Fury’s caller ID. 

“You’re scheduled to travel with her next month” 

“This is a waste of everyone's time” Bucky groaned, wishing he at least had Steve by his side to keep him entertained. “For fucks sake, all I do is follow her on shopping trips, this is what they hired me for?” 

“Suck it up Barnes, Stark is sending you both over to some event he can’t attend, everything’s already been arranged” Bucky growled, cursing under his breath when he hard the call end.

A month later

“I’m sorry sir, there must have been a mix up in the bookings” The front receptionist gave Bucky an apologetic look while he shook his head, taking single the keycard to the hotel suite while you continued to scroll through your phone. You both made your way up to the room, your bags in his hand while you took the card from his hand to swipe the lock. 

“What are you doing-” You shot Bucky as look as he followed in behind you, crashing onto the couch after setting your bag aside. 

“They only booked once room and there's no others available, so here we are” He was in no mood to argue with you, already irritated over the fact that he’d have to spend the night surrounded by stuck up shady business men all night while running on 0 sleep. You stayed silent for a moment; it wasn’t like you had time to waste finding different sleeping arrangements, your fathers business always came first. 

“You can sleep on the couch” You shrugged, grabbing your garment bag and locking the door of the master bedroom of your suite, deciding you’d deal with the hotel room mix up later. 

Bucky splashed some water onto his face, thankful there was a second bathroom in your room as he showered and threw his suit on. He sat at the couch, reloading his gun, looking up when he heard the click of your heels on the tiles, approaching him. 

For the first time since he’d started his job, Bucky struggled to take his eyes off you. You were in a long satin gown, the soft burgundy material wrapping around your body beautifully. The dainty straps of your heels hugged your ankles, his mind going rogue, thinking about how they’d look on his shoulders-

“Lets go” You gave yourself a once over in the floor length mirror while Bucky nodded, leading you to the elevators and down to the hall of the event. The sweet scent of your perfume evaded his senses as you stayed close to him, hoping he wouldn’t realize your stomach had burst into butterflies over the way he looked in his suit. 

You made small talk with a number of people throughout the night but something was off. Bucky watched you carefully, noting the way you downed your third glass of champagne in the past few minutes, anxiety clouding your usual confident demeanor.  

“What is it” Bucky whispered, while your eyes flicked to a few unfamiliar guests, which was unusual for such meetings. 

“This is a private event” You murmured, nervously linking your arm with his, “But I don’t know some of these people, my father would have mentioned new guests” 

Bucky silently nodded, slipping his hand around your waist, making his way towards the exit before the room went dark, a number of lights suddenly switched off. You gasped as a masked mad approached you, panic ensuing at the sound of bullets ringing through the large ballroom. Your eyes grew wide, recognizing the voice as the man tore the mask off, his burnt face a mess after he had already tried to touch you once before. 

“Fancy seeing you here” Rumlow grinned, his cold knuckled fingers gipping onto his knife as he stalked over to you, determination written all over his face. “Almost had you once. Shame your father will only have you back in pieces- 

Before you could do anything, Bucky pulled you out of the way, shielding you, the knife slashing across his shoulder instead. He hissed in pain, pushing you away just enough so he could push Rumlow down, cuffing him while a few of your families allies dragged him away. 

You hardly had time look back while Bucky let out a pained groan teeth digging into his bottom lip, pain radiating through his shoulder as he grabbed you and pulled you close to his side, making sure the area was clear before taking you to the safety of your room. He ignored the shooting pain that pulsed through his body, slumping on the couch while you berated him about needing to go to a hospital. 

“M’fine” He gritted out, while you shook your head, unwilling to take his brooding stubbornness if it meant he was going to bleed out in the hotel room. 

“For fucks sake, will you stop being so stubborn for once and let me take care of you” You dragged him into the bathroom, shrugging his blazer off and unbuttoning his shirt, throwing the blood soaked material into a hamper that sat in the corner. 

Usually Bucky would have protested, easily cleaning his own cuts and sewing himself up like he had done countless times before. 

Except he was exhausted. 

Before he could get another word in, you tugged his hand, leading him to sit on closed toilet seat, grabbing the first aid supplies he had in his bag. You threw your dress and heels off, quickly throwing on the first thing you could find in one of the bags, (his henley and his brief's) before rushing back to him and tending to his injury. 

He was able to feel every cut and sting as you dabbed the alcohol soaked cotton on his gash, unable to ignore the way the pain radiated on his skin. He hissed, his body moving on its own, his hand slipping up your shirt, grasping onto your waist, gritting his teeth, squeezing your soft flesh, groaning. You felt your heart jump, ignoring the way it fluttered. Your eyes grew wide when he sucked in a breath, letting your shirt ride up and he rested his head against your stomach. 

You continued to dab the bloody away, the sting only getting worse. He bit down onto your soft flesh, no longer in control of what he was doing, the pain felt white hot and the only thing that kept him tethered to reality was the softness of your skin. 

His grip on your waist loosened as he let out a shuddered breath feeling you blow on his skin to soothe the sting before placing gauze on top to stop the bleeding. 

“All done” Bucky pulled away, his eyes now locked on the indents on your skin of where he bit down onto you, a part of his mind wandering to how pretty you’d look if he marked you other places. He felt his face heat up, thanking you before getting up and leaving, the blood in his body now pumping other places. 

The softness of your hands.

The sweetness of your voice. 

A stubborn little princess, wearing his clothes, taking care of him. 

“I’m going to shower” You interrupted his train of thought, leaving his bathroom to use the larger one in the room, your own body feeling like it was lit on fire. You loved the way his calloused hands felt on your body, gripping onto you, each of his pained groans made your heart hurt yet needy. Imagine how beautiful he’d sound if you were bouncing on his co-

You blinked, your fingers tracing over the indents he left on your skin as you stripped his henley off, cursing when you realized you’d taken his clothes instead of yours. While you hoped he wouldn’t have noticed in his state of pain, you knew he saw every detail.

Perhaps a cold shower would clear your head. 

Bucky nearly growled as you emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a pathetic excuse for a towel while he stood half naked, grabbing his sweats to throw on before you came in to grab your own clothes. 

“Forget your clothes again” Bucky smirked, letting his eyes rake up and down your body, unable to hold back much longer. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Or the scent of your body wash. The little resolve he had was crumbling into a fine power when you stepped towards him. 

You could feel your pussy already dripping, eye fucking him right back, curious to see how far you could push him. He always managed to ignore your teasing though today his eyes had lingered on you for a tad too long. 

“Daddy said you couldn’t lay a finger on me” You cocked an eyebrow, dropping your towel to the floor, shamelessly letting him stare at your bare form, his cock leaking against his boxers. 

“Not a problem princess” He smirked, tugging his boxers down, stroking himself in front of you. “He didn’t say anything about admiring his pretty baby, huh” 

You whimpered while he continued to lazily stroke himself watching you, taking a few steps towards you while you backed yourself against the wall. Your eyes grew wide when he caged you against the wall, his hot breath fanning on your face. 

“Daddy said-

“I’m your daddy now baby” He growled in your ear, throwing you over his shoulder, and tossing you onto the bed. Something else surged inside him. He hadn’t realized how much he actually cared for you until today. He despised the feeling he felt when he knew you were in danger, no one, absolutely no one had the right to hurt you. 

Bucky didn’t hold back, fucking you with abandon, making sure you’d feel him for the rest of the week, pounding you into the mattress. He loved your desperate cries and whimpers, begging him for more, taking every inch of him. 

“Daddy, harder”

“Greedy little princess aren’t we” 

“Need it daddy”

“Daddy’s got you baby, just be a good girl and take it” 

You loved the way he tossed you around, marking your body, your skin littered in bruises, his possessive words making you feral. 

“You like when daddy bites you sweets? You like daddy losing control for the princess he has to protect?”

“Please Bucky, mark me up daddy!” 

“M’the only man who gets to hear you scream like this baby, the only man who gets to mark you. I’ll fuckin’ ruin anyone else that tries to put their hands on you, you’re mine to protect, all mine”  

He had you cumming all over his cock all night, his mouth filthier each time he had you creaming on his length. 

“C’mon babygirl, one more, it’ll make daddy all better”

“C-can’t daddy!”

“Just one more to help me feel all better baby, please? Daddy’s cock hurts when his princess doesn’t cum” 

The night ended with you cuddled up in his arms, the both of you insisting it wouldn’t happen when the next day. You tried to ignore the way you felt giddy around him while Bucky tried to keep his cheeks from going red whenever you were near him. 

Although. 

That night started it. 

While neither of you spoke about any feelings that seemed to be brewing between you both, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. 

Bucky had a lot of self restraint for many things but you were a weakness. He fucked you in everyway imaginable; the back seat of the car, the changerooms, by the poolside, your bedroom, the kitchen, even once in the club bathroom. 

What started off as a few hook ups turned into something more intimate. He snuck into your room more often, taking his time to feel your body under his, staying with you until the sun came up. He hadn’t been one to enjoy soft slow sex before but with you he found himself craving it. 

“Missed you babygirl”

“Needed this”

“Fuck you feel so good baby, s’perfect my pretty girl, so good for me”

“Never wanna leave princess, wanna be like this forever” 

Regardless of what he was saying in those moments, you both agreed there was nothing more. Its not like anything more could happen anyway, he was still your bodygaurd and its not like you could be together. 

A few weeks later

He had been patient for long enough. This was the fourth time he heard you empty your insides, walking out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened. You ignored his stare, making your way to your bed instead, your stomach churning again.  

“There’s something you’re not telling me” Bucky’s voice was low, watching you nervously fidget with your fingers, bringing your knees up to your chest, nearly curling into a ball. “I don’t know what you’re-

“Its nothing Bucky” You shot back, your frustration clouding overthrowing your patience. You fought back tears while Bucky sat by your side, clenching his jaw when you turned away from him. 

“Don’t lie to me, you’re never like this” 

You had avoided him for over a week, hardly leaving your room, leaving all his calls unanswered. You had refused to see him, deciding to stay holed up in your house so he wouldn't have to watch over you. You knew Bucky suspected something but how could you tell him this. 

“You’ve been sick, you’re tired all the time, you refuse to let me take you to the doctors, you don’t even let me near you anymore, baby just-

“I’m pregnant” You sat up, bursting into tears, shuffling away from him, guilt and fear consuming you, “I’m pregnant and I don’t know what to do, we didn’t plan this, I-I know you don’t want this, you were hired just to protect me, not have a baby, especially not with me- 

“Hey, hey, baby what makes you think I don’t want this” Bucky quickly grabbed you, pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest. You trembled in his arms, shaking while he rubbed your back, tilting your chin to look at him. 

“Bucky-

“Princess, listen to me, I want this with you baby” You looked away again, figuring he was saying that for your sake, “Sweetheart, look at me baby, please?” 

He huffed at your stubbornness, moving you so you were pinned under him while he held off some of his body weight to keep from pressing too hard against your tummy. He rested his forehead onto yours, his eyes sincere. “I mean it. I want our baby. I’m more than happy sweetheart, there's no one else I’d want to have a baby with” 

You whimpered under him, draping your hands over his shoulders while he rolled you over again, letting you lay on top of him. He stroked your hair, kissing you while rubbing your tummy, giddy excitement making him smile till his cheeks hurt. 

“Y/n, sweetheart” Bucky pulled you closer to him, his hand firmly splayed across your tummy, nose bumping against yours, “I love you baby” 

“You promise you want this James?” 

“I want it all with you babydoll” 

****

“Can-I have to tell you something” You stepped into your father office room while Bucky continued to remain a respectful meter away from you as always. 

“That you’re in love with the man I hired to protect you” Your father cocked an eyebrow, his face unreadable while he stared at you both, your eyes growing wide, while his face remained unchanged. You silently nodded while Bucky took a step closer to be right by your side, relaxing a little when Tony didn’t put a bullet between his eyes. 

“Do you love her?” 

“Yes sir” 

“You’ll take proper care of her?”

“Yes sir”

“You understand I’ll kill you right now you ever make her cry”

“Yes sir” 

“Suppose it could be worse” Tony shrugged, shaking his head at the way Bucky looked like a lovesick puppy, his hands clearly itching to hold yours, his pinky discreetly linking with yours for the time being. 

“Well-um-that’s not all?” You nervously fidgeted while Bucky bit back a smirk, though your father didn’t look surprised, shaking his head instead. 

“For fucks sake, you had one job” Tony rubbed his temples, itching to throw a paperweight at Bucky’s head while he sheepishly smiled, moving his arm to wrap around your tummy. “I thought I told you not to touch her” Tony deadpanned while Bucky bit his lip, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. 

“Sorry sir” 

Just imagine utter ridiculousness that ensues after. Tony is more than happy that your happy but he can’t help but grill Bucky every time he sees him doting on you, reminding him of how this absolute punk touched his princess. 

“He had one job, just one job” He mumbles while watching Bucky feed you, the both of you cuddled on the couch together. 

“C’mon, they’re cute” Nat snorts while Tony shoots her a glare, continuing to sip his whiskey. 

“One job Romanoff, one job” 

After your little one is born, Bucky is even more protective over you than before and Tony couldn’t be more proud over the person he hired to watch over you. 

That doesn’t mean he’ll let Bucky live it down. 

“One job Barnes” 

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[k4marina]

lives on

synopsis : even after the death of tony stark, he remains in his two daughters

warnings : tony’s death (i think that’s it), just overall angst with a lil fluf/comfort, unedited or proofread, this idea literally just came to me and i had to write it out ig

the backyard of starks cabin was filled with superheroes and loved ones, all chatting and laughing about. you could hear sam and bucky playfully arguing around the grill, beers in hand.

bruce, carol, and thor sprawled out talking about their space travels, with thor’s signature loud laugh. inside, pepper and laura were finishing up some of the food. clint and his kids (including little miss kate) were sat in the living room fighting over who gets to play the next round of mortal combat.

all in all, everyone was having a good time. the night was settling down and you and your mother brought out the cake. morgan, who’s been floating around everyone throughout the night was glued to your side, eyes wide and ready to cut the cake.

everyone had gather outside, smiling as you, morgan, and pepper sat around the cake. they started singing happy birthday, some going the more ‘normal’ route while others did their own thing (thor).

“happy birthday to you, tony stark, happy birthday to you!”

you three leaned in blowing the candles while everyone cheered. pepper cut the cake and morgan and you helped pass it around, conversations being picked up again.

“uncle bruce! uncle bruce! look what i can do!” all eyes turned to the little stark as she began to recite all of the elements of the period table. you and your mother watched in awe at the little girl. she reminded you all of him so much.

when you were younger, everyone told you how much you and your father were like twins and now, you could say that about morgan, too.

after reciting the periodic table, and getting a bunch of cheers, she went off to spitting facts about different elements.

“palladium is the 46th on the table, and it’s atomic number. it was discovered by william hyde wollaston, and then, grandpa howard used it to power his arc reactor at stark industries, and then, dad used it for his own arc reactor, but because it made him sick he had to redo the this allll over again, and he had to replace using grandpas notes!”

“that’s right, morgan, good job sweetie!” pepper gave her a kiss on the side of her head. you shook your head at the memories of your dad going of his shit and how (when you finally figured out what was going on) you gave him a lecture of a lifetime.

bruce chuckled, “i’m not even surprised, the stark gene lives on!” everyone laughed, agreeing. both you and your sister were gifted from a young age, just like your father, and as much as you wished he could see it now, like he saw it with you, you know he’d be proud of how his girls were growing up.

your eyes stung, tears creeping up, but blinked them away. this was a time for celebration, no need to cry. glancing over at your family, human, android, god, and all, you were thankful for them all.

happy birthday, dad.

oof, don’t know how to feel about this one. hopefully it was too bad (fingers crossed) or sad idk. stay safe y’all :)

#iron dad #avengers x you #avengers x stark!reader #morgan stark #the avengers #avengers x platonic reader #bruce banner #sam wilson #bucky barnes #carol danvers #thor odinson #tony stark x child!reader #pepper potts #clint barton #idk what other tags to use #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stank

[siancore]

Feels Like Home | SamBucky | General Audiences | 842 Words

A/N: For @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo. Square fill: Coming Out

It was funny how belonging, and home, was not necessarily linked to a place, but a person. As if home was linked more to the family you had instead of a house you all resided in. Bucky had not had a home in so long – in a whole lifetime, actually, but he wanted that. He yearned for it. Dreamed of it.

So, he had packed up his belongings to leave the city that used to be his home so that he could be with his new family. He was ready to take that leap, to put one foot in front of the other on that journey, but there was one more thing he needed to do.

“I been thinkin’ about you a lot lately,” said Bucky as he stood awkwardly out under the paling Brooklyn sun. “I guess things come back to me in flashes, y’know? Memories. Regrets. All the words I wished I hadda said. I just – I need to say this. I just need to get this out and off my chest, so please don’t stop me.”

A melancholic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He ran his hand over his hair, smoothing it down, and calming his nerves all at once.

“So, I’m not sure if you know, but I’m leavin’ town. And no, it ain’t like last time. I ain’t goin’ off to fight. I’m not putting my life on the line. I think I’ve finally found some — I dunno — some peace. I know, with what I’ve been through and with what I’ve done, the secrets I’ve kept; it sounds almost laughable, almost seems unfair.”

A cool breeze swept up around Bucky as he took a deep, calming breath. 

“Speaking of secrets,” Bucky continued as he placed his hands in his pockets. “I’m tryin’ not to do those anymore. I met someone who makes me wanna be open and honest. And they really don’t judge me for what I’ve done and the secrets I’ve held inside.”

He let out a wry laugh and said, “I’ve held so much so close to my chest I felt like I couldn’t breathe, y’know?”

He removed one hand and rubbed it over his face.

“But I met Sam, and he just makes everything bearable. He makes me feel like I can breathe. He’s just so — Sam.”

Bucky smiled with joy, then. He removed both hands and gestured with them as he continued to speak.

“I know that doesn’t explain much to you, but if you knew him it’d make perfect sense. He’s the bravest, most selfless man. He’s got this sorta tough exterior, but he’s all soft and warm on the inside. He’s a charmer and a looker to boot. Funny and hilarious and probably the most annoying person I know.”

Bucky laughed at that. 

“He’s also the kindest person I know. He’s a real hero.”

Silence pervaded a beat.

“Did I mention he’s a looker?” asked Bucky as he dipped his head a little. “He’s beautiful, actually.”

He paused a moment, letting more silence settle around him. He thought of Sam and his smile. He thought of how being with Sam felt like home. He continued to speak.

“I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll just come out and say it: I’m so sweet on Sam Wilson. Didn’t think I’d ever get the chance, or the guts, to stand in front of the both of you and say that I was sweet on another fella. Wish I’d gotten to tell you both earlier.”

Bucky felt a pang in his chest as his eyes glossed over.

“I think you’d have liked him,” Bucky continued. “He would’ve charmed you, Ma. And you’d see how good he is, Dad. You’d both see how happy he makes me, and you’d be happy for me. I know it. It took finding Sam to figure out who I really am. After all of the fighting — fighting other people. Fighting myself and who I was — who I am. I can finally let myself be happy with him.”

Bucky wiped a tear from his eye, reached into his coat, and retrieved two separate flowers. He placed one single flower down on his mother’s grave, and then the other to his father’s.

“I’m leavin’ now,” said Bucky as he crouched down and ran a hand over his Ma’s name etched into the cold stone. “Don’t know when I’ll be back to visit. Delacroix is a lil’ faraway. Sam and I have a place. We’re gonna give this whole bein’ partners thing a good go.”

Bucky stood up and dipped his head once again.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you both when you were still here,” he said as a tear rolled down his face. “That I liked fellas, too. Not sure I’d even know what to say. I just know I love Sam, and I’m sure if you both knew him, you’d love him, too.”

With that, Bucky said goodbye to his parents and walked away, wearing a sad smile and carrying a heart so full of hope and love.

#sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #sambucky summer bingo #bucky barnes

[hainethehero]

Fluffy hair, plush pink lips, a permanent pout, gorgeous tits and a peachy ass...

AND YALL THINK THIS MAN IS AN ALPHA?

A TOP?!

The first time he topped, he cried and made Bucky promise never to do it again!

He likes soft, cosy blankets, hot cocoa and snuggles dammit!

He likes when Bucky sings him to sleep!

Natasha holds his hands sometimes on missions when his anxiety gets too much!

Tony keeps lil Ty beanie boo plushies around Avengers tower just for Steve when he gets bored or lonely.

Bruce watches Bluey with him because he finds modern children's animation and TV MINDBLOWING!

Rumlow lets him doodle on his hand when they're being debriefed for missions at SHIELD.

Rollins lets him put his head on his lap during breaks on missions.

Thor answers all his questions about Asgard and takes him there to draw and paint!

Clint brings Steve along with his family when it's movie night!

Fury plays boardgames with him!

And Sam takes him for ice-cream and coffee and long walks in the park!

This man is soft! This man is adorable! And MCU has taken all that away from him. He is not always in charge, he does not like war, he hates the government and he just wants to be seen as a person.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

#marvel #captain america #steve rogers #avengers #james bucky barnes #tony stark #mcu #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #clint barton #brock rumlow #jack rollins #nick fury #bruce banner #shield #steve rogers is not a top #omega steve rogers #soft steve rogers #ted talks #the winter soldier #sub steve rogers #stucky #stony

[evansbby]

greek god stomega au, where steve is the son of zeus and omega is the daughter of demeter!

the wizard of oz au, where omega is dorothy and steve is the evil lion who keeps dorothy all to himself?

gossip girl au, i think you answered an ask where omega and steve were watching gossip girl but anyway, bucky would be carter baizen and i feel like bucky would also be gossip girl or peter😭

oh! baker!omega and misogynisticbusinessman!steve, he decides to go to the bakery nearby his workplace/building and sees omega there and eventually leaves his fiance(sharon)

I know this is super ooc for steve and omega but smug artist!steve x shy model!omega

well that was all i could think of, hope you enjoyed reading this!!

OMG OMG OMG you have no idea how much I love this ask! I need to answer it properly and give my thoughts on each AU!!! Bare with me! 💜💜

So firstly, Greek God Stomega AU?? YES PLS! I was a Greek mythology girlie back in the day! (Like my tweens, early teens haha). Steve would be Hades and Omega would be Persephone! Except he wouldn’t be her uncle pls. ORRR maybe Steve could be Apollo since Apollo is the Sun God 😭😭 except everyone thinks he’s this golden boy but actually he’s extremely debauched, promiscuous, MEAN and obsessed with human!omega and wants to make her his!

Bahaha Wizard of Oz Au! I can imagine Steve being the Wicked Wizard of the West hehehe

GOSSIP GIRL STOMEGA AU YES YES YES!! But I feel like it’s very similar to POYT in the sense that the privileged elite go to poyt university! But if poyt uni had a gossip girl, it would DEFFOOO be Peter lmfaooo and HE DOESNT EVEN GO THERE!!!

Omg omega as a baker would be so cute!!! She loves to bake in poyt (but dumbasses keep flinging her brownies out of her hand 🙄) I can imagine businessman!Steve going feral for her bc she’s so cute and little in her pretty apron with flour all over it, and she’s got flour on her cheek and she bakes the BEST cakes and brownies and cookies and Steve stalks her and is in love with her and she’s so friendly and innocent but she doesn’t even know who he is PLS 😂😂

I LOVE THE IDEA OF omega as a model! But it would be a really harrowing, dark story. I can imagine her being forced into modelling from a young age to support her family. She’s super shy and naive but she got scouted at the grocery store or something and landed a photoshoot which gave her a bit of money (which her mom took) so now omega had to drop out of uni to support her family by modelling. And industry people keep wanting to take advantage of her bc she’s so trusting and cute. Buttt she’s not dumb so she’s also wary of all the attention she gets and she just wants to run away from it all. I can imagine smug Artist/photographer Steve wanting to fuck this cute lil innocent omega sooo bad and he manipulates her and takes advantage of her but of course, falls for her in the end in CLASSIC POYT STEVE STYLE

Besties which au is your fav!??

#anon #poyt ask

[winterspiderpurrs]

I just want a lil fic where

Omega Peter, who applied for a job at Stark Industries

Omega Peter who hooked up with some random person [or not????] And later found out he was pregnant

Maybe when he was say... 6 or 7 months along, he gets called in for the interview. Maybe it's a panel group interview with several others. General questions were asked, but I picture there was an equation quickly scribbled on a board in the back of the room. Maybe before he leaves, he "fixes" it OR he expands and adds more to it.

And either before he can get out of the building or the next day THE Tony Stark tracks down the person about the equation. Maybe once he realizes the person was a pregnant omega. He offers him a place in his pack.

Now it can go several ways. Maybe Tony is a beta but wants to give the appearance of an Alpha and being able to show off a pregnant Omega would be a big boost to that.

Honestly it would be fun, say Tony is a beta/omega and it's HIS alpha that was the one to knock Peter up. [ Steve or Bucky??]

Maybe everyone in his pack was sterile?? And them wanting to expand their pack/family, Peter would be the key to that happening??

Course you can keep it Starker instead of a polycule pack thing. Or mix and match of whatever!

#writing prompt #starker prompt #omega peter parker #house omega peter #avengers polycule #tony stark x peter parker #starker #winterspider #winterspidershield #winterironshield #winterironspider #winterironspidershield #spidershield #shieldspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #winterspiderpurrs

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Would Things Be Easier If There Was A Right Way

Pairing: Dilf!Bucky Barnes x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: they argue so everyone's a lil sad for a bit but it's okay

Genre: It couldn't be ALL fluff in this series now could it? (it could but where's the fun in that) have some angst fluffy ending though because I'm soft for Dilf Bucky

Summary: It's not always smooth sailing with your boyfriend, sometimes you get into disagreements even when you're on the same side

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As you walk quickly down the street to your local cafe you tug your jacket a little closer to your body. It's not yet so cold that walking is unbearable but when the wind picks up you're reminded that winter is getting closer. It's a professional day for the county so although it's a Wednesday, the kids are out of school today. You've been using the day to catch up on putting in grades and decided it was time for a break. That's what brings you to the line at your favorite place to get coffee. You order a warm drink and a pastry, finding a seat near the window to enjoy your little snack. You watch idly from your spot as people walk by the giant window, all of them rushing to get out of the windy weather and to their destinations. You frown to yourself when you notice a little girl that looks to be by herself across the street from your cafe. You glance around curiously, instinct causing you to worry when you don't see any adult who seems to be particularly watching after the child. Your mild concern turns to full on worry when you catch a glimpse of the child's face that makes you gasp. That little girl looks an awful lot like Lily. When she turns again you realize it is Lily and you're out of your seat without a second thought. You cross the street as quickly as you can and call out to her.

"Lily!" Her head snaps to you and she meets you with a smile as you walk over to her.

"Oh hi, y/n. Boy am I glad to see you." She says with a huff.

"What on earth are you doing here Lily?" You frown, crouching beside her.

"Well I was supposed to go to the library with daddy today but when I woke up he was gone and I tried to wait, I even called him, but after a while, I figured I would just go without him because I thought he forgot about me."

"Are you telling me you tried to go to the library by yourself? How did you plan to do that?" You blink at her.

"Well I've been enough times I thought it'd be easy, but I'm pretty sure I took the wrong bus." She frowns.

"You got on a public bus alone?!"

"Well I can't drive. How else was I supposed to get there?" She shrugs.

"You were supposed to wait for an adult to take you. You don't even have a bus pass."

"I don't but I have an allowance and the bus takes coins."

"Lily sweetie you are entirely too young to be galavanting around the city without an adult. You should know better."

"Matilda was going to the library at like five. I'm twice that." She pouts.

"Matilda is a fictional character in a movie made before you were born, the fact that her family just let her wander around is not something you should be envious of little flower. It was bad." You frown. You let out a sigh and shake your head, "I'm going to call your dad and we'll see about getting you home." You tell her pulling out your phone. You dial Bucky's number quickly and sigh again when it goes to voicemail. "Well daddy didn't answer so we're going to go back to my apartment and wait for him to call back." You tell her. Lily grabs your hand and the two of you make the short trek back to your apartment. You set her up with a bowl of goldfish and some cartoons while you wait for Bucky to call you back. You're kind of in disbelief that she hopped on a bus by herself and somehow ended up in your neighborhood safely. It's almost an hour later when your phone rings.

"Hey y/n, you called me?" Bucky says when you pick up the phone.

"I did! Are you home?" You ask.

"Just walking to the door now how did you know?"

"Well I just wanted to let you kn-"

"Wait a second why is my door open?" He mutters.

"Oh I thi-"

"Hang on doll, I left Lily to take care of something and the door was open when I got back." Bucky says quietly. You can hear him calling out for Lily as he walks through the house, each unanswered call making the next a bit more frantic.

"Bucky?" You call him after a few minutes.

"Sorry y/n I just- Lily is missing. She's not here and I-"

"James she's not missing. She's with me. That's why I called you." You finally manage to tell him.

"What is she doing with you?"

"Well the story goes she got impatient waiting for you so she tried to take herself to the library and took the wrong bus. I was out and happened to see her across the street so brought her to my apartment." You explain.

"She got on a bus? By herself?!" Bucky's voice gets a bit louder when he asks that.

"I'm as surprised as you are. Did you want me to bring her to you or are you going to come get her?"

"I'll come there. Give me like 20 minutes." Bucky says.

"Alright, just text or call when you get here." You tell him. He hums an affirmative before hanging up. "Lily, that was your dad, he's on his way to pick you up." You tell her.

"Am I in trouble?" Lily asks quietly.

"Well, I can't say for sure but probably. You left without an adult and didn't tell your dad or any of your guardians- you really worried him." You tell her.

"I just wanted to go to the library." She pouts.

"The library isn't going anywhere. I'm sure your father will never let you out of his sight again but he can still take you. Maybe just, not today." You offer kindly. A little over twenty minutes later you get a text from Bucky saying he's downstairs. You take Lily down to where Bucky is standing, leaning against his car. He scoops Lily into his arms quickly, hugging her tightly before pulling back to look at her.

"Don't you ever do something like this again Lily do you understand me?" He says sternly. Bucky tugs open the door of the car and starts to buckle her into her booster seat.

"I just wanted to go to the library daddy." Lily pouts at him.

"You know better than to leave the house without me or one of your uncles. What were you thinking?"

"I've ridden the bus before!"

"Not alone! Look we will talk about this when we get home." Bucky sighs standing up and closing the door to the car. "This girl will be the death of me." Bucky shakes his head.

"She's a curious one for sure." You muse.

"I can't believe you didn't get in touch with me when you realized she was wandering by herself. A text or something, this was an emergency."

"An emergency? That's an exaggeration I think. Besides, I called you and you didn't answer remember? I didn't think it was necessary to blow up your phone because she was sitting on my couch eating goldfish and therefore she was safe. It's not like she was in any danger."

 "It isn't for you to decide what's an emergency. You aren't her mother. Lily's safety is my responsibility." Bucky snaps. Your eyes widen momentarily before your face sets into a frown.

"Yeah I- I know I'm not her mother, I'm not trying to be but I've also known her for over a year and was her teacher so I thought that since you weren't reachable I would be considered a responsible adult who can be trusted with Lily's safety. I guess won't make that back mistake again." You cross your arms, confused as to why he lashed out at you. Your words hang in the air for a moment before Bucky lets out a sigh.

"Y/n-" Bucky reaches for you but you step back away from his reach.

"I have to, finish putting in grades so I'm going to go back up to my apartment. I'm just glad nothing happened to your daughter before I found her." You say. You turn around and walk back towards your apartment before Bucky can say anything. You almost want to look back at him as you walk away but you will yourself not to, sure you'll lose your resolve if you do. You almost think maybe it's a bit much for you to be upset about this, you want to be understanding, but you can't help taking his response personally. Back in your apartment, you try to focus your attention on work. Everything takes you much longer than usual but you do manage to get it done eventually, even with Bucky's scathing words ringing in the back of your mind. 

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When the bell rings, you glance at the clock with surprise.

"Alright kids everyone grab your bookbags. Make sure your homework is written down, I'll see you all tomorrow!" You say and your kids are quick to pack up. You set yourself up at your desk to do some work while the kids trickle out to meet their parents and get on their buses. A knock on your doorframe causes you to look up from your computer.

"James." Surprise is clear in your tone as you pull your glasses off of your face.

"Hi, hope I'm not interrupting." He says quietly as he walks in with one arm behind his back.

"Not particularly, the school day is over. What are you doing here?" You stand from your desk to meet him halfway.

"Apologizing." Bucky's arm comes out from behind him, a bouquet of flowers in hand. "I was, way out of line last week. I was really stressed over the fact that Lily had done something so risky and I took it out on you which I shouldn't have done and I'm sorry."

"It's alright James." You say, taking the flowers from him.

"It's not alright. I hurt you, I saw that the minute I said it and I never want to do that to you. If it weren't for you we'd probably be having a very different conversation about Lily that day. I didn't even thank you, I was busy drawing lines in the sand because of my own fears-" Bucky trails off with a strange look.

"Fears?" You prompt curiously.

"Lily adores you. Truthfully it worries me sometimes. I mean of course I want her to get along with the person I'm seeing but, you're also the first person I've dated since she came home. I- I worry that if things go south, if I screw this up, Lily's going to get hurt in the crossfire." He frowns.

"Neither of us can predict the future, but I can say that if you let your insecurities rule your life that way you won't be able to enjoy things even if they do last." You offer, "and don't assume you're going to screw things up. I really like you Bucky, and I understand this is new to you but building trust has to start somewhere."

"I know- you're right and I do trust you, this is just- all very new to me and it's intimidating. How much I care about you, how much Lily cares too."

"And we'll figure it out, but we'll do it together." You say placing a hand on his arm comfortingly.

"You are so much more than anything I could've expected." Bucky whispers.

"Don't say that like you don't deserve me." You warn him. Bucky chuckles.

"How did you- maybe you know me more than I thought." He hums.

"I'm learning." You smile and Bucky laughs again.

"Lily's in the car so I have to go, but I'll call you. Okay?" Bucky says.

"Okay. That's fine. Go be a dad." You joke. Bucky laughs as he leaves your classroom. You know relationships aren't always easy but if this is how you and Bucky resolve arguments you honestly think things will be just fine. Even though he's worried for nothing.

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