request: can you write some with mob!bucky x best friend!reader where he makes her cry and they stop talking for awhile? please make it angsty!! [ anon ]
content warning: mob!bucky x best friend!reader, slightly insecure!reader, mob!steve x reader, slight coercion, smut (kissing, handjob), arguing, yelling, crying, heavy angst, violence, use of a gun, mention of blood and wound, eventual comfort and fluff.
"Is he still talking to her?" You ask with a huff.
"Yup," Sam responds in a bored tone, scanning the magazine in his hands.
You bounce on your heels impatiently as you stare the black door down, desperately wanting to know what's happening on the other side of it.
"Won't make time go by any faster, standing here waiting," Sam mumbles. "I'll tell him to call you when he's done."
You're in half a mind to give in and leave, but your stubbornness takes over. "No. I'll wait." Admittedly, you're on edge. When you arrived, Sam informed you that Bucky was in a meeting with a woman he hadn't seen before. Too curious and nosy for your own good, you have to find out who she is as soon as possible.
Sam sighs and is about to speak again when the black door finally opens, making you grin. The woman walks out first, and when you see her face, your smile drops.
Throughout law school, you were mortal enemies. It sounds juvenile, but you still hate her to this day. She works for a law firm downtown, and any time your paths cross, hell becomes hotter.
When she sees you, she raises a thin brow before smirking. "Y/L/N. How are ya?"
With an eye-roll, you look away, unable to state at her for too long without feeling nauseous.
Bucky exits the room behind her, his face lighting up when he sees you. They share a goodbye and a quick hug, to your dismay, before Carmen leaves again, making you huff.
"Hi, fairy," He greets you, pulling you in for a tight hug. You don't hug him back, which he immediately picks up on. "What's wrong?"
Pulling away from him, you look him up and down suspiciously before realization hits you. "You slept with her?"
Bucky smooths down his messy hair, a coy smirk pulling at him lips. "That obvious?"
You hit his shoulder, pouting. "You know how much I hate her!"
"Relax, fairy," He says, pulling you into his office and shutting the door behind you. "We didn't fuck. She just... you know, went down on me."
"I hate you," You grumble, folding your arms across your chest. "You know what a bitch she is."
"I didn't mean for it to happen," He insists, taking your hands in his. "It was supposed to just be a professional meeting, and it got a little... out of hand."
Offended, you take your hands out of his. "You're hiring her?"
He nods, making your chest ache. "Just to take a look at things, make sure everything's clean."
"What the fuck?" You step backwards. "You needed a lawyer and you went to her? What the fuck is wrong with me?"
"It isn't about that," Bucky promises. "This has nothing to do with how good of a lawyer you are-"
"Bullshit!" You cut him off curtly. "You need legal help and you didn't come to me? What am I supposed to think, James?"
"I have always told you that I will never involve you in my work," He says gravely. "I'm not risking you losing your job and likely your license for me. Carmen is already a dirty lawyer - and I have no fucking problem putting her career and life at risk." His eyes soften and he steps forward, resting his hands on your shoulders. "I have never, and I will never put you at risk."
Letting out a deep breath, you frown. "She didn't have to suck your dick."
He snorts, rubbing his face. "Oh, God. I swear to you, fairy, I didn't plan on that happening. Love me?"
You still aren't completely happy with him, but you'll get your revenge. "Love you."
"And I love you more," Bucky replies, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. "Lunch?"
"Yes, please," You mumble against his chest. "Somewhere expensive, because you're a dick."
He chuckles, stroking you back. "You got it, fairy."
While he leads you out the building, you pull out your phone, making sure he can't see your screen as you respond to Steve Rogers' text.
sorry for the late reply. dinner sounds good. pick me up at 8? x
It feels surreal to be sitting next to the man Bucky has told you countless times to never go anywhere near, but here you are.
"I'm so glad you finally realized how magical the two of us could be together," Steve says softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "You've been stringing me along for so long."
The dimly lit lounge is a little more intimate than you would've liked, but you're sure that more than one of Bucky's associates have seen you with Steve, which is exactly what you were banking on.
"Or maybe," You begin, playing with the straw in your drink. "I just ran out of ways to say no."
He chuckles, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "You know, it's funny. All this time, I've been begging for a chance to get you alone, and now that I finally have, I have no fuckin' idea what to say."
"So don't say anything," You tell him softly, moving a little closer. "Just kiss me."
Feeling like the cat that got the cream, Steve wastes no time and immediately places his lips on yours. The kiss is deep and slow, and his tongue pokes into your mouth as he cups your throat and pulls you closer. He takes your hand and places it on his boner, making you gasp.
Your heart races as he stuffs your hand down his pants and groans into your mouth, keeping his arm around your waist.
"That's it, baby," Steve mutters against your lips. "Make me feel good, that's a good girl."
You open your eyes and look over to the bar. There, you see one of Bucky's men, Peter, with his observant gaze on you. The booth you're in is dark, but it's evident that Peter can see your hand moving up and down in Steve's pants. It's a given fact that he'll immediately report this to Bucky - which is exactly what you want.
If he's gonna screw around with your worst enemy, you'll do the same with his.
"Keep going," Steve moans as you jerk him off, his cock twitching in your hand. "Fuck, baby, that's it."
Peter turns and leaves the lounge, making you smirk to yourself. You continue stroking Steve's dick until he sucks in a gasp and shudders, before his cum shoots into your palm.
"Oh, shit," He growls against your neck. "Cumming so fucking hard for you, baby."
You wipe the residue onto his boxers and pull out your hand. He gives you another kiss but you pull away before it can get intense.
"Let's get out of here," Steve mutters, zipping up his pants.
"Actually, I'm gonna head home," You tell him shortly as you stand up. "Thanks for dinner."
He looks baffled as you walk away, and a slight pit of regret builds up in your stomach as you realize what you just did.
Fuck. Bucky's gonna kill you.
The next day, you leave work and go straight to Bucky's office. He sent you a text telling you to come see him and you know that shit is about to go down.
As you walk down the corridor, his men have their eyes on you, each of them staring at you with slight fear. They aren't scared of you, though- they're scared for you, because Peter Parker has a big mouth than runs on its own accord. Your heart races the closer you get to his office, but you know that you only brought this on yourself. Once you get to the door, you slowly push it open a few inches.
"Come in, Y/N," Bucky calls out, knowing that you're the only person in town who'd ever dare to walk into his office without knocking.
You push the door fully open and step in, keeping yourself calm with deep breaths. This will be fine. He'll be a little angry, but then you'll explain why you did it, causing him to apologize, and all will be well.
Bucky is sitting at his desk, wearing a black button-up shirt. His sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows and a concentrated look of anger dwells on his face. He says nothing as you walk over, standing behind the chair opposite him.
"Hi, Buck," You mumble, feeling your heart begin to race.
"All I need," He begins, his voice low and hard. "Is for you to tell me that he was lying."
You don't think he's ever been stoic towards you, and that makes you feel sick. "What are you talking about, Bu-"
He cuts you off by suddenly slamming his hands on the desk and standing up, a deathly glare in his eyes. "Don't you fucking play dumb with me now, fairy. Tell me that Peter was lying through his teeth about what he saw so I can rip his tongue out."
"Bucky," You breathe out, eyes wide. "You have to understand-"
"Tell me he was lying," He utters, his hands clenching into fists on his desk. "Tell me that you didn't have dinner with that bastard last night."
Deciding to hold your ground, and deciding that you have nothing to be afraid of, you straighten up and fold your arms across your chest. "Did Pete mention that I had my hand down Steve's pants, too? Or did he give you the PG version?"
You didn't think it was possible, but the anger on Bucky's face only intensifies. "That isn't funny," He mutters through gritted teeth.
"I'm not joking," You say with a shrug. "You can ask Peter if you want. I'm sure he enjoyed the show."
"What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?" Bucky asks you, seething.
"You are!" You exclaim. "How is it fair that it's one rule for you and another for me?"
"What are you talking about?" He yells.
"It's okay for you to fuck around with Carmen but I can't do the same with Steve?" You shout back, throwing up your hands. "Tell me how that's fair, James!"
"There's a big fucking difference between me getting involved with some bitch you don't like, and you getting involved with that vile motherfucker," Bucky claims gravely. "Do you realize how much danger you put yourself in?"
"Oh please, it was dinner and I'm a grown woman," You respond dryly with an eye roll.
"And he's a monster, Y/N," He tells you with fury in his tone. "How fucking dare you get involved with him after I've spent all these years protecting you from him?"
"How dare I? He didn't hurt me!" You exclaim. "I'm fine, aren't I?"
"He could have," Bucky insists furiously. "You have no idea what that prick is capable of. You think you're safe around men like me just because I've never hurt you? You are not fucking immune to becoming just another victim, Y/N."
"I can look after myself!" You insist sternly.
"No, you fucking can't!" He booms, hitting the desk again. "You're so stupid, you know that?"
Your heart clenches at his words and you take a step back. "Fuck you," You whisper, every inch of your skin feeling lit up with red-hot fear. Fear that Bucky's love for you is dying.
"I've told you time and time again not to go near him," He shouts. "Are you that fucking needy for attention that the second I give mine to someone else, you go looking for it from the first guy that offers you some?"
"Stop!" You cringe, looking down.
"Screwing around with him like a fucking slut," He rages, taking you aback. "You know how fucking embarrassing that is for me?"
You purse your lips together as your eyes well up with tears. This is it. He hates you. His love is dead.
"No, Y/N," Bucky mutters coldly. "You can't just cry your way out of this like you always do. Get a fucking grip and take some responsibility for once."
A weak whimpers leaves your mouth before you quickly turn and run out of the office, the tears hot as they stream down your face. On your way out, you pass Sam and Peter. Peter gives you a regretful look but you speed past him, too focused on your hurting heart to be angry at him right now.
Two weeks. Two entire fucking weeks pass with no communication between you and Bucky.
You don't think you've ever spent 14 consecutive nights in your own bed without Bucky spooning you, and you absolutely hate it. It feels lonely to the point where it physically hurts.
None of your other friends can fill the gap he left. They don't know you like he does. They don't care about you like he does. They don't love you nearly as much as he does.
A part of you regrets the date with Steve, but another part of you knows that it truly was unfair for Bucky to have double standards. You couldn't let him get away it.
His words echo in your head every single day.
You're so stupid, you know that?
Take some responsibility for once.
What a fucking prick. God, you miss him.
A strange man has been standing across the street from your apartment. You aren't sure when he first arrived, but you noticed him just over a week ago. At first, you thought he was there to smoke - but now that he has spent seven nights in a row staring at your building, you realize there's something sinister at play.
When you look out the window and see him there again, you let out a groan. You know it's your apartment he's staking out - he's even followed you home from work, though you only noticed that earlier on today when you dropped your phone and had to turn around to pick it up. Who knows how long he's been tracking you?
You don't want to admit it, but you know it's your fault: you got involved with Steve Rogers, and now you're facing the consequences. He's probably keeping an eye on you to make sure you aren't with any other men - God knows how possessive men like him are. A small part of you fears that he's planning on killing you for blocking his phone number, which is why you decide to take a stance.
This is the mess you made. It's time for you to clean it up.
Grabbing the small gun Bucky insisted you keep in your bedside table, you put it into your purse and make your way outside. Once there, you see the man looking away as though to act casual and like he hasn't been stalking you.
You cross the road, keeping an eye out for any witnesses that may be around, before standing in front of him. He frowns, seemingly surprised by your presence.
"What do you want?" He asks you gruffly, raising a brow.
"Stay the fuck away from me," You utter lowly, keeping your hand wrapped around your gun in your bag. "And tell whichever coward sent you to come kill me himself."
It's also possible that one of Bucky's many other enemies are attempting to take you hostage as leverage, and you'd be damned if you prove Bucky right and aren't able to protect yourself.
When the man says nothing, you huff and push past him, planning to make your way to your friend's house a few blocks away just in case you really aren't able to protect yourself. Before you can get far, though, he grabs your arm and pulls you back. You immediately pull out the gun and shoot him in the foot, making him fall to the ground with a loud cry.
"You crazy bitch!" He yells, clinging to his foot. "Why the fuck would you do that?"
"I told you to stay away from me!" You shout, thankful for the silencer on the gun while praying nobody walks past. "Who sent you, huh?"
"Crazy fucking bitch," He whimpers, rocking back and forth.
You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head. "Don't fuck with me, alright? Do you know the name James Barnes? If I see you, or any of your friends, standing outside my home again, he will kill you - and that's only if I don't do it myself. Do you understand me?"
"Barnes is the one that fucking sent me," He reveals with a groan, his hands covered in blood. "He told me to keep an eye on you. I wasn't sent to hurt you."
His words take you aback. Oh.
"Shit," You whisper, quickly putting away your gun. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. I'm sorry. Come on; let's get you to the hospital. Shit."
Twenty minutes later, you're in the waiting area while Richard gets his foot fixed up.
"Come on," You grumble as the vending machine spits out your bill for the seventh time. "Just take my money and feed me, damn it."
"What have I told you about these shitty snacks?" A familiar voice rings out from behind you, making you jump. His ring-clad hand reaches out and he scans his phone on the card machine, paying for your shitty snack.
You lean down to pick up the candy bar before turning back to him. "Why buy it for me, then?"
Bucky lets out a sigh. "Because you always get what you want, anyway. And I like being the one who gets you what you want."
"Yeah, sure seems like it," You mutter bitterly, pushing past him. "Two fucking weeks, Buck."
"You blocked my number," He says, turning around to follow you over to the seats. "Do you realize how fucking insane that made me?"
"And you didn't attempt to contact me at all!" You exclaim stubbornly.
"Because I knew you were angry at me," Bucky claims as you sit down. "And frankly, I was fucking angry at you, too."
"So why send Richard to watch over me?" You ask with a raised brow.
He furrows his brows at you. "What? Just because I'm angry at you, I shouldn't care about your wellbeing?"
"Oh, please," You scoff. "You were just watching me to see if I went on any more dates with Steve."
Bucky rubs his face, exasperated. "I don't wanna argue with you about this any more, Y/N. Can you just admit that what you did was reckless?"
Letting out a long sigh, you can't help but nod. "I guess it was a little reckless. Can you admit that sleeping with that bitch Carmen was a bad friend move that hurt me deeply?"
He sits down next to you, resting his arm on the back of your seat. "I'm sorry, fairy. I should've been more aware of your feelings. I promise, I'm not seeing her again. And I hired a different lawyer."
"And?" You press expectantly.
"And... I love you?" He offers, before trying to wrap his arm around you.
You move a seat away from him, frowning. "You said some really horrible things to me, Buck."
He winces at the memory, a pained look growing on his face. "I am so, so sorry, fairy. I was angry, and I said things that I should never have said. Not to you. I didn't mean a single one of them- I was just pissed off, and I took it out on you, and I shouldn't have done that. The thought of you being in danger drove me crazy, baby. I can't handle the thought of you getting hurt."
You let out a shaky breath, looking down at the ground. "Seeing you with Carmen, I just... I realized that I'm gonna lose you one day, and that terrified me. I guess I just wanted to see if you were scared of losing me, too."
Bucky frowns, immediately moving to the seat next to you. "Woah, woah, woah, fairy, what's all this talk about losing each other, huh? You know you're never losing me, ever. And you know I'd chain you to a fucking radiator if you ever tried to leave me."
You laugh softly, shaking your head. "I just didn't like seeing you with her."
He pulls you into his arms, rocking you gently. "How about we stop seeing other people, hmm? Just for a little while?"
His words put you on edge. "What do you mean, Buck?" You ask him meekly.
"I mean, our last sexual escapades landed poor Richard in the emergency room," He says teasingly, before leaning closer to you. "So, how about we just stick with each other for a bit? I missed you like fuck this past fortnight. I never wanna do this life shit without you again."
Feeling warm in his embrace, you snuggle closer to him and smile. "That sounds good, Bucky."
"Yeah?" He asks, holding you tighter. "Just you and me?"
"Just you and me," You repeat with a whisper, wrapping your pinky around his.
He kisses your forehead, and then your nose, and then the corner of your mouth, lighting you up with the joy you've been missing out on for too long. "I love you, fairy," Bucky mumbles, stroking your cheek. "You're more important to me than anyone else in this world."
Opening up the candy bar, you offer him the first bite which he reluctantly takes. Taking a bite after him, you let the sweet chocolate relax you.
You rest your head on his chest, the two of you staying like that while you wait for Richard to be wheeled out of surgery. All is well.
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Mozart’s Lacrimosa plays in the distance as he wipes the red droplets from the corner of his mouth and strides towards the grand piano glistening under the copper moonlight. He tilts his head and remarks how he very much wishes Mozart could have finished Requiem before his unfortunate death. A hint in his tone to suggest he knows something about the historic, yet highly disputed death of the famous composer, but would not say. Instead he slides to sit on the piano bench, positioning his fingers to play along with the music in the background and flash a pointed smile.
A/N: Something soft for you guys. Give me more gentle love confessions and drowsy mornings. Thanks for the request, anon, I think it turned out so cute and was nice to write after the all the angst I've done lately. Bucky calls the reader "doll" but the fic is gender neutral. Enjoy, everyone!
The rain had been billowing down in sheets for hours, thunder rolling every few minutes. Your street (and probably half of the city) was swamped, but you were safely on the third floor of your apartment building and free to curl up under a blanket and watch Netflix to your heart's content.
Until the power shut off, that is.
"Damn it," you groaned, tossing the remote aside and going to rummage in your drawers for a candle. It wasn't particularly cold out, so you weren't concerned about freezing, but being without power was always less than ideal.
You had just located a candle that had probably seen better days and was on the hunt for your meager stash of matches when your phone rang.
"Hey Buck, what's up?" you asked, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you pulled open another drawer to search through.
"Nothing too good. Your power out, too?" he asked. The two of you shared an apartment building, though his apartment was on the ground floor.
"Yeah. I'm looking for matches for my candle, I could swear I had some around somewhere," you said. "You need something?"
"Kind of. I hate to impose, but my place is starting to flood and I don't fancy having to wade through three inches of water to reach my fridge," Bucky said.
"Of course you're welcome here, you don't even have to ask. Come on up whenever. And bring matches if you have them, I'm starting to think I don't own any after all," you said. You had a vague memory of attempting to create a s'more using the last of your matches two months ago.
"Sure, I'll be up in a few. Thanks, Y/N," he said, ending the call. You gave up your fruitless search for matches and unlocked your door so Bucky could let himself in, which he did a few minutes later.
"Shouldn't leave your door unlocked, I could be a murderer," Bucky called from the hall where he was kicking off his wet shoes. "Well- oh, you know what I mean."
"I'm not sure any murderers would announce their presence in my apartment first," you said, snickering. "Especially not with the fearsome Winter Soldier downstairs, cursing out his wet carpet-"
"Oh, shut up," Bucky said good-naturedly, setting down a bottle of wine on the counter and tossing his bag in one of the chairs around your kitchen table. "Otherwise I won't give you the matches."
"You're so mean to me," you said, lighting the candle with the matches Bucky tossed you as he opened the bottle of wine. "Glasses are on the top shelf."
"Is that your way of asking me to get them?" he asked, grinning.
"Unless you want to see me do parkour on my kitchen counters, yes," you responded, discarding the used match.
He laughed. "I would love to see that, actually."
"You're the worst," you said, also laughing, and took the glass of wine he offered you. "I'm sure you do this for all the girls."
"You're the only one for me, doll." Bucky smiled at you, the one that made you fall for him in the first place, and you wished he meant it.
You sipped your wine and changed the subject. "How bad is the flooding?"
"Well, I can't sleep there, that's for sure," Bucky said with a grimace. "Figured I'd get out of your hair once it gets late and go find a hotel."
"Don't be ridiculous, Bucky, you're not going to go out in this to find a hotel. You can stay with me. It'll be a sleepover," you said, sighing at his skeptical expression. "This is what best friends do, Bucky."
"Steve and I never had sleepovers. Well, we did once, but-"
"Ha! See? Sleepovers and cheap wine are a sleepover tradition," you said.
"We were seven," Bucky laughed. "But since you insist, I guess I'll stay. I'll take the couch- I'm not kicking you out of your own bed."
"Bucky, you could never fit on my couch," you said with a laugh. Your couch was tiny, only just big enough to seat two people and not nearly large enough for him to stretch out on. "We can just share my bed."
He almost choked on his drink. "Share? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, this is your place. Really, I would be fine sleeping on the floor."
"Don't be ridiculous, you wouldn't make me uncomfortable. It's more than big enough for both of us. We can put some pillows in the middle if it makes you feel better," you said.
Bucky glanced at your small couch and nodded. "Well, alright. But if you get uncomfortable-"
"I won't, but if I do, I'll kick you straight to the floor," you said, grinning at him.
"That's what I like to hear," he said with a laugh.
The two of you spent the rest of the evening playing board games (you lost spectacularly at Monopoly), using your phones to take Buzzfeed quizzes (Bucky was Rye bread), and drinking the bottle of wine. The rain had slowed to a drizzle by the time midnight rolled around and both your phones were dead.
You used a flickering flashlight to stumble into your bedroom, Bucky bumping into you from behind. "Sorry," he mumbled, but the warmth you could feel from his body told you he was still close behind.
After you changed into pajamas, it took several minutes for the two of you to get situated in your bed. There was a measly one pillow between you, as you didn't have many extra, and it was strange sharing your bed with another person. Still, between the wine and Bucky's breathing beside you, it wasn't long before you drifted off to sleep.
You woke feeling cozily warm, the light streaming through your windows rousing you from sleep. For a little while you were caught in that period between dream and waking, when you didn't consider how Bucky's arm was around your waist, drawing you back into his chest or how his thumb was rubbing gentle circles into your skin.
When you woke up fully, blinking against the sunshine that flooded your room, Bucky's soft breathing was tickling your neck. "Buck," you mumbled, unsure if he was still asleep.
"'m awake," he said, and you could feel his voice rumbling in his chest.
"What happened to the pillow?" you asked quietly. You were both speaking at a volume barely above a murmur, as if using normal volume would shatter the moment the two of you were dwelling in.
"Screw the pillow," Bucky said, nosing your neck and pulling you even closer to his chest. "Like this better."
You trailed your fingers down his metal arm, feeling him shudder, and smiled. "Me too."
"Be mine," he murmured, his metal hand catching yours and twining your fingers together. "Please, doll."
"Course, if it means I get to wake to this every morning," you said, squeezing his hand.
"You only love me for my cuddles," he whined, a smile in his voice.
You released his hand, rolling over to face him. "I love you for you."
"Love you too," he said, dipping down to gently press his lips to yours.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Actress! Reader; Chris Evans x Actress! Reader (in his head)
Summary: What happens when bored actors go out on the town? The potential is limitless.
Word Count 1.4K
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, pining, drinking, innuendo, serious sexual tension, bratty behavior, exhibitionism, a little voyeurism, fingering, not- private sex act, Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.
A/N: This is a little dabble to set the scene for some 1Kinktober fics. This is just the beginning… 😏
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You weren’t supposed to be going out, but the three of you were bored, the only scenes left to shoot being the ones that featured you all. So you decided to go.
Fuck Marvel. And Disney.
The franchise was built on Chris and Seb, and you were the darling new star. No one thought that a relatively unknown black actress would do so well. And so soon.
Tonight you made sure that you looked good enough to make mouths water. The tension had gotten so high over three months that you felt like something was going to break. And you were beginning to realize that Seb wasn't the only one wanting a taste of you.
Chris was also checking for you.
Chris met you 10 minutes after Seb did and if it hadn’t been for that, you would be his girl. So he settled for bestie. Life on set with you three was a movie outside of the movie. You became inseparable, except for when you were alone with Seb.
Sebastian didn’t care who knew about you two. He posted you on social media and was open yet private about your relationship. You were a rising star who was having fun and knew what you wanted. And you wanted Sebastian.
Chris was fine, no doubt, but Sebastian had you hooked from jump.
Even though you could be a brat, that was what attracted Seb to you. How he loved handling you. Chris just wanted a chance at that.
You walked downstairs in the secret location brownstone that Marvel rented for the cast in Brooklyn while filming in NYC. Even though Seb’s place was in Manhattan, he stayed here to be with you. There was only you, Seb, and Chris left in the house.
Sebastian watched you as you came down the stairs.
“Look at this. A pretty little devil descending from heaven. Did you get kicked out?”
The dress you had on shimmered, just like your skin, most of which was uncovered. You laughed at Seb’s smooth words, he was charm personified.
Sebastian’s steel blues swept over your form.
You and Sebastian stood there, not touching, energy making you breathless. A movie played between you as you stared each other down, and it was fire.
Sebastian claimed your mouth and body as his own, pulling you toward him your waist and roughly kissing you, tongue action destroying your panties.
The feel of Sebastian's hands and lips on you caused a little moan in your throat. Seb had to will his hands not to roam.
While Seb was charming you, Chris stood there tongue tied. He cleared his throat as he stood up. He wanted you, but there was the bro code to consider. And strangely he had no hard feelings toward Seb.
Chris was just hard for you.
"So, what's on tap for tonight?"
Seb looked at you.
"What do you want to do?"
You looked between him and Chris.
"What do you have for me to try?"
Chris coughed to cover a groan. He’d love for you to try him. He watched, mesmerized as you winked at him and smiled. He almost went there, but he decided better of it and just gave you a half grin.
“I got it! A date with two of the world’s hottest men.”
Seb just shook his head and grabbed a bottle of Koval while Chris grinned, happy to be included.
“Let’s go. Ride is waiting”
A black Sprinter was parked outside of the building. It was a cool New York night and the fall chill made your nipples peak. It was obvious in the thin dress you were wearing and Chris thought he was playing off checking them out as Seb put his arm around you.
Seb just wanted to pull you into his lap as you settled into your seats, but he decided to chill. The vibe was underway as the Sprinter pulled into the street.
Seb got real close and whispered in your ear, “Wanna give him a show?” and put his hand on your leg. You giggled and shook your head, biting your lip as you looked into Seb’s eyes, then over at Chris. You weren’t quite sure. Yet.
Chris watched as Seb’s hand went higher and higher, finally reaching the hem of your dress, which was incredibly short. His fingers felt so good that you opened your legs for Seb.
Chris could feel the heat from across the vehicle. He wondered if you were wearing panties or not and tried not to crane his head so he could see.
Chris grabbed the bottle from Seb.
“Looks like you two are busy, so I’m gonna start drinking.”
He looked around for glasses, cups, anything but the pure, unadulterated sexuality on display in front of him.
Seb grabbed the bottle back from Chris and broke the seal.
“We can share. If you want.”
He said it with a pointed look at his buddy’s blue eyes. He took a sip and smiled, then moved the bottle to your lips.
You’d been watching Chris and saw him in a new light. Your wheels started turning.
You opened your mouth and let Seb give you a drink, watching Chris’s eyes close halfway as he watched you. Seb pulled the bottle away and some of the bourbon dribbled down your cleavage.
He handed the bottle to Chris who took it and drank as Sebastian leaned over and licked it off of you, using his wide tongue to collect the alcohol. You just crossed your legs and held on to the seat, not wanting to mess up Seb’s hair.
The look in Chris’s eyes as his Ruby red lips shined from the liquor made you feel aroused. And not guilty at all.
You held out your hand to Chris and said, “Give.”
Chris almost got up until he realized you meant the bottle.
You turned the bottle up as Seb sat back in his seat and watched you drink, wiping some of the liquid off his mouth.
“Fuck, baby. Those lips. Holy shit.”
Seb was licking his lips at the sight of yours wrapped around the bottle. Chris thought, ‘Same.’
You passed the bottle to him and asked him a question, feeling Chris’s eyes on you but not acknowledging them. Seb took a drink and then passed it to Chris. Then, he widened his legs and pushed his crotch toward you.
“Wanna blow me in front of Evans?”
Chris spluttered as he choked on the bourbon. You laughed and took the bottle, leaning over him to pat his back.
Chris could smell you, almond buttered cleavage on display for him. You tipped his chin up so you could look him in the eyes.
“You okay Chris?”
“What? Oh. Yes.”
He laughed and you sat on Seb’s lap, chugging from the bottle. Your buzz was nice and rolling and you twerked on your man’s lap as Chris unabashedly stared.
The men’s attention was getting you high, counterbalancing the effects of the alcohol.
Seb’s hands were on your thighs again, his hot breath on your shoulder as he peeked over it to glance at Chris. He was busy, so you passed the bottle back to Chris who gulped it down as he watched.
Sebastian’s hands were on the move, one under your skirt playing in your pussy as your eyes closed and you let him have his way, and the other almost to the point of lifting the hem and giving Chris a million dollar view.
His heart started beating a mile a minute as he watched you, face blissed out as you grinded on Seb’s wood and licked your lips in time with Seb swiping his fingers over your cunt.
Chris had to adjust himself in the seat as his cock swelled, not caring to hide it anymore as you and Seb persisted.
All of a sudden, the sprinter stopped, and so did you.
You squealed, your mood changing almost instantly.
You clapped your hands and moved back to your seat to check your make up and take a selfie before you exited the van.
Seb laughed at Chris, who looked in pain as he took another stiff drink to counteract what was going on in his pants. Seb grabbed the bottle, giving Chris a whif of you on his fingers as he glanced amusedly at his friend.
You jumped out of the vehicle, ready to party, as Seb leaned over to a dazed Chris who trailed you uneventfully into the restaurant, paparazzi not having been tipped off yet.
“She’s something else, isn’t she?”
Chris looked back at his friend, his eyebrow shooting up.
can you write prompts 3&10 with beefy!bucky x reader where he takes her on a surprise date under the stars n they cuddle n it’s cute n shit :)
✩ Alas, the time has come for a night under the stars. These prompts are amazing together, and tried my best to make it as cute as possible. It takes place in Brooklyn, and there's fairly lights, caresses, and of course kisses. A sprinkle of innocent teasing as well. Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy.
✩ Prompt 3: “I told you the stars were gonna be out tonight.”
✩ Prompt 10: “It’s hard to concentrate when you’re kissing my neck like that.”
Brighter Than We Know
The same sky that was once a rich blue mixed with the warmth of orange had begun to welcome the beginnings of darkness. Only a trace of daylight remained, nothing more than a fleeting hint of illumination that proved the sun once shone over Prospect Park. That's where the two of you found yourselves, settled on a red blanket in a clearing of grass with a view of the lake. A few small mason jars filled with fairy lights were positioned on the ground around you.
The hands of time always seemed to move faster when you and Bucky were together. An indescribable easiness never failed to accompany his presence.
There was a warmth to the air of the budding night, and cricket chirps ascended from all around. Bucky sat with his legs outstretched, leaning back onto his hands. And you laid perpendicular to him with your head resting in his lap, gazing upwards and allowing yourself to be lulled by the atmosphere. When you closed your eyes, he traced a finger along your hairline and all the way down to follow the curve of your jaw. A pleasant tingle was left in its wake. The content hum that rose from your throat served as all the encouragement he needed to continue.
However, as his fingertips began to trace your lips, you opened your eyes and took his hand in yours—you’d always adored his hands. They were so strong and yet so gentle. You pressed a kiss to his palm, smiling at the way his fingers curled ever so slightly. Then you let go, and he continued to caress your features as if trying to further engrain them in his mind.
Soon, Bucky eventually said. Soon it would be dark enough for the stars to be seen in the heavens above. There was an inkling of doubt that you ended up voicing to him, but he soothed it with an easy smile and another promise that it was only a matter of time. The outing itself had been his idea. After dinner, you were expecting to go back to his apartment. But that’s when he’d told you that there was one more thing he’d planned.
Curiosity getting the better of you, you’d asked him question after question as the two of you arrived at Prospect Park, and began to walk through it; even going over your favorite bridge, and getting to hear the trickle of the small waterfalls leading into the pond beneath. There was something different about the way he was holding your hand, he was guiding you. Not merely walking with you.
It came to the point where the path you’d been following was no longer lined with trees. That’s when you saw everything in the grass a short distance away—the blanket, the mason jars. There were others out enjoying the stillness, but nobody occupying that space. Surely, that wasn’t for you two. But he led you right to it, and your heart soared in awe. There were a couple pillows and a bag of your favorite chocolate as well. You’d attempted to ask Bucky how he’d managed to put everything together, but the only answer he gave you was that he'd had help from somebody who was fond of the two of you.
Ms. Cleary. It had to have been her. Bucky winked when he saw the realization in your eyes. Virginia Cleary was a kind, older woman who lived across the hall from him. She spoke whenever she saw you, and had given him an original canvas painting of hers back when they first got acquainted. Her husband had passed away years prior, and her son worked as a businessman upstate. So she took pleasure in being caring and nurturing towards the two of you.
In that moment, you swore your gratitude for them was endless. The week had been so demanding of you, and in an instant their efforts had lifted the ghost of the weight that lingered on your shoulders.
Bucky began to shift, and you realized it was because he was lying onto his back. Naturally, you repositioned as well, opting to snuggle into his side and rest your head on his broad chest. You felt its steady rise and fall as his arm wrapped around you. He smelled woodsy with a hint of something warm and spiced. The dark gray shirt he wore defined his upper body, and you let one of your hands run up his torso, and over the hard shoulder of his metal arm. There was a solidness to his muscularity, but he was relaxed underneath your touch. There was no tension to be felt.
You glanced at his face, and saw that his eyes were directed upwards. You followed his gaze to where the stars still had yet to appear. Any moment, though. You craned your head and began peppering featherlight kisses to the crook of his neck. His stubbled Adam's apple bobbed with a swallow. And you felt him squeeze your waist as the exhales leaving his nose grew more audible.
“Doll.” His voice was gruff. “It’s hard to concentrate when you’re kissing my neck like that.”
You hummed, but went on to start nibbling his skin, unable to contain a smile. After a few more seconds, you relented, and heard him whisper something quick under his breath. A chuckle bubbled out of you, as you propped yourself on his chest.
“What was that?”
He lips twitched upwards. “I said ‘please give me the strength.’”
You playfully clawed your fingers in his thick pecs. “You’re already pretty strong.”
“Not up against you, I’m not.” There was love in his eyes. A silence settled between the two of you for a few moments. You even let your cheek come to rest on your arms as they were folded on top of his chest.
But then Bucky shook your shoulder after a while. “Hey, look up, pretty girl. You can see ‘em shining now—all over.” His voice was low and measured, proud too.
As if charged, you pushed yourself up into a seated position, eyes wide and curious as they began to scan the vastness of the sky. They seemed to be everywhere, the stars. Some were clustered whereas others seemed to be off by themselves. But no matter the distance, none of them were truly alone as they shone amongst each other.
“See there, pretty girl?” Bucky said. “I told you the stars were gonna be out tonight.”
The moment you turned around to look down at him, he feared being awakened because your smile looked like something out of a dream. The glow of the fairy lights and the lampposts in the distance just barely helped illuminate your face—he saw you nonetheless. In a way only he could, however. He saw beyond your appearance, to what radiated from within you: the childlike wonder you held onto like a friend, your constant pursuit of the ‘extra’ in the ordinary, the love you were always so willing to extend. The extent of your beauty was a fountain that never ran dry.
Bucky thanked his lucky stars that out of every soul in the universe, he got to grow in the understanding of yours.
“You did tell me,” you spoke up. “Thank you. For this—for everything.” You meant that, strongly.
“Of course. Figured you’d appreciate it. I know you’ve been working really hard, and that you…”
His words trailed off as you moved to lay on your stomach beside him. You remained propped on one forearm, and rested your free hand on his chest before dipping your head down to kiss him. But not on his lips quite yet. You pressed one to the tip of his nose, then some to both corners of his mouth. Flutters of anticipation stirred within his chest, and you rendered them into longing when you placed yet another to the dimple of his chin. The sight of you pulling away to study his face made him release a quick exhale of disbelief tinged with amusement. You gave him a little knowing smirk before finally leaning back down to connect your lips.
Bucky used his weight to push you onto your back so that he was the one hovering over you. In the process, your lips parted, only to find each other once again. The way he kissed you was more tender and reverent than anything. But of course, fueled by that spark of passion that was always alight whenever he was with you.
After pulling away, he dipped to return the little kisses you’d given his neck. The added scratch of his stubble drew the sweetest giggles out of you that you attempted to stifle by biting your lip. Bucky felt like he was floating as he detached himself from you entirely, letting himself roll onto his back once again.
There the two of you were, buzzing and looking up at a sky full of stars.
Bucky took your hand in his, and ran his thumb over the back of it.
“They’re the brightest I’ve seen them in a while,” he said.
You squeezed his hand. “And they’re even brighter than we know because they’re so many miles away.
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The hardest decision is when you have to choose between 'two'. It's even harder when it's two people you love with your whole heart. And right now your heart and soul were split between Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. The two best friends loved each other truly but they loved one thing more, you.
They would do anything for you, each of them going out of their way to prove the undying love they held so dearly for you.
You don't even know how it happened, you've only been an avenger for a year. Yet somehow you already fell for two of them. You never chose to love them and honestly if you could go back and change the day you fell for each of them maybe you would, keyword being maybe.
Both parties had their pros and cons but it will always be more than that. You loved each and every one of their individual flaws and they loved yours. You held an all-consuming love for each of them so you decided to not decide. Maybe that was a selfish idea but how could you choose without hurting the other. You also knew you'd be hurting yourself. You just wished that there could be a way to have both of them so you could show them that you loved them equally. After all, maybe there was a way.
Unbeknownst to you the two super soldiers already knew you loved the other. When they first started to become infatuated with you they saw how you treated the other.
Steve would watch as you hung off of Bucky's metal arm at another one of Tony's extravagant parties. To him you two looked like a beautiful, happy couple and he backed away because he'd never seen his best friend so happy. He pushed down his love for you for the sake of his best friend's happiness.
Bucky watched as you practically sat on Steve's lap as you showed him movies that he'd missed over time but he saw that Steve wasn't paying any attention to the movie. He was paying attention to the way you clung to him, and the small smile that played perfectly on your beautiful lips. Bucky would never admit it but he was jealous, he was jealous of the way Steve looked at you like you were the most ethereal being he had ever laid eyes on.
Eventually, they brought it up to one another if the two were good at anything they were good at compromising. They'd been doing it since they could remember. Usually, when a compromise arose they agreed to share and that's exactly where the same predicament with you came. They agreed to share you, but of course only if you agreed too.
Once again Tony was throwing a party in honor of another successful mission. Usually, after such an enduring mission both of the super-soldiers would retreat to their personal quarters to call it a night. But not tonight, no tonight they put on their tightest clothes to extenuate their busting muscles and slightly growing bulges. They knew you always came to the extravagant parties, they also knew you put on your shortest dresses.
Every time you walked into these parties you were noticed by most of the men and even some women. Not that you minded you loved the attention and lustful but more specifically Steve and Bucky's attention. You were well aware that if you bent down at all, everyone would get a free show of your thong-clad ass. You loved that you could feel their gazes burning into the back of your figure as you strutted to the bar. “You know they look like they’re about to pounce on you.” Natasha who was behind the bar was also well aware of the animalistic gazes on you. So you just smirked and acted to your best ability to be, innocent. After sitting at the bar for a while you felt a presence behind you so on instinct you turned around to find a smirking man you didn’t recognize. “ May I help you with something?”, “Well gorgeous you could let me buy you a drink.” You really didn’t feel like having to flirt like an adolescent teen with this man but you could practically feel the jealousy radiating off of the two brooding men. So you put on your best imitation of a shameless flirt.
After talking to the man you realized just how different he was from the two men you were so utterly in love with. Maybe, in another universe when you weren’t so smitten, the guy may have come off as charming or in the least attractive. But all you same was a guy who wanted to take your dress off and fuck you for his own pleasure. So, to pass the time and the male’s incessant blabbering of himself, you picture of all the way bucky and steve could rip your clothes off and ravish you. You were so far gone in your fantasizing that you had yet to notice the presence of the two men behind you. What finally snapped you out of your wildest dreams was Steve wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Well, y/n aren’t you going to introduce us to your company?” Even though you weren’t looking at him you could practically hear the smirk in Buckys deep voice. “This is um...Dylan...yeah, Dylan, this is Steve and Bucky.” You could tell the man was nervous because lets be honest who wouldn’t be, it’s Captain America and the Winter Soldier. If you weren’t just using this guy to make the two soldiers jealous then you probably would have been irritated with them because without another word the poor man scurried off like a frightened mouse.
” Was that necessary, he was rather interesting company.”, “Really because I don’t think you could tell us one thing that guy said. You were too caught up in that beautiful brain of yours, bunny.” There it was ‘bunny’ a nickname Steve had given you but only used a few times since you had known him. Yet each time it’s used you cease to make your insides stop turning or the bright red blush to fall from the apples of your cheeks. Just like when Bucky called you ‘doll’ which he used more frequently because it didn’t come off as so sexual, who knew the golden boy of America was so dirty.
“ Doll? You in there, Steve asked you a question and good girls answer when asked.” If you could have, you would have melted into the floor by now. “Oh yeah, what’d ‘ya say steve?”, “Well, Bun I asked if you wanted to go somewhere more private?” Oh god, was this the day you actually get to have both of them? Now that they were actually asking you, you were a lot more nervous than you thought you would be.
As they were walking down the corridor to her quarters they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Bucky's metal was around her waist very close to the dip of her ass, Steve’s arm was slung around her shoulders his hand millimeters from groping her breasts. Once they got about two doors from her room Steve took the initiative to lightly push her against the wall and cage her in with his muscled arms. “ Are you sure you wanna do this Bunny?”, “ We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to Doll.”, “ Please, yes, I want you, both of you.” That’s all it took for Steve to throw her over his shoulder while Bucky couldn’t resist the urge to smack her ass that was now almost fully exposed to them. “ You’ve got the nicest ass, peach” She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her bitten lips from the pleasurable pain that was sent rippling through her.
Once they arrived in her bedroom Steve tossed her on the bed and watched as her tits bounced from the impact. After Bucky closed the door he started to undress, starting with his shirt as Steve did the same. Once they were fully exposed they both looked at her expectantly but all she could do was stare in awe at their erect cocks. “Well, doll are you going to show us what’s under that pretty little dress, or are we going to have to rip it off you?” Immediately she sat up to take the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. “Well look at that Buck no bra it’s like she wanted us to fuck her.” She was getting impatient with them standing there in all their naked glory not doing anything so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She started to trail her hands down her body stopping at her tits to play with them, toying her erect nipples between her fingers. The men in front of her didn’t think it was possible for their dicks to get this hard by watching a girl touch herself but y/n wasn’t just any girl to them.
Once she got to her pussy she started to run her fingers through her wet folds, spreading herself to her clit and rubbing tight circles on it. Bucky couldn’t take the sweet torture any longer so with his flesh hand he tore her hand from in between her own legs. Steve went around the bed so his cock was right above her face, she could have drooled at the sight. She was so focused on Steve she didn’t feel Bucky positioning himself between her legs until he started to tease her folds with his angry red tip. She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped but that gave Steve the perfect opportunity to slip his hard dick into her warm hole. “M’ God bunny your mouth is better than I thought.” Bucky started to slowly push his large cock into her tight hole, going slowly so she could adjust to his size. “ Shit doll you're so tight, I could fuck this tight pussy all day.” All their praises made her squeeze around bucky, making him let out a loud moan that made her thankful for the soundproof walls.
When Steve looked down at her he could see his dick bulging in her throat, he’d never seen anything more erotic. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips harder and hear her gags and muffled moans. Once he thought she had enough so she could gasp for air through her moans of bucky fucking her like a feral animal. He always thought y/n was beautiful no matter what, but right now choking on his cock while getting fucked by his best friend was by far the most beautiful he’d ever seen her.
“Oh fuck, doll m’ so close. Come on I know you wanna cum on my cock, let go peach.” Bucky’s thrust started to get sloppier and more erratic so he reached down to rub harsh circles on her clit. Once bucky started to thrust deeper, she couldn’t hold back any longer and toppled over the dangerous edge of her high. Once she reached her high her walls started to clamp down on bucky with a vice grip which threw him over the edge. Just before he was about to cum he pulled out and emptied his load on her chest.
It only took a few more thrusts in the back of her throat for Steve to start cumming. He let go in the back of her throat leaving her no option other than to swallow his seed, not that she minded. Once they both pulled out while they adjusted her on the bed, with her back to the pillows. Bucky went to the bathroom to get her water and a cloth to clean her up while Steve stayed behind with her. “You ok bunny? We didn’t go too rough did we?”, “No Steve, it was perfect don’t worry.”
Once she was clean and hydrated Bucky and Steve played on opposite sides of her. Y/n sighed contentedly because finally, she had her two loves all to herself she knew there’d be problems to be straightened out when the time comes but for right now all she wants- needs is to be in these men’s arms.
warning: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱. (𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝗹) 18+ IF YOU ARE YOUNGER PLS GO AWAY (ik y'all not listening anyways) ENJOY HOES!! P. S: this is my first smut in here so don't you dare judge it thank you
You were laid in bed, waiting for Bucky to come home from his three week mission. Tonight was the night he was supposed to come home. You were also really horny so you were impatient and excited. But eventually you got tired before you could close your eyes you heard the the lock turn and the door open. You shot out of bed and ran into the living room.
"Bucky!!", You ran up to him and jumped into his arms. Bucky hugged you tightly but eventually let go.
"Hey doll..", he said with a tired voice.
"Hey", you give him a heartwarming smile then you hugged him again.
You lifted your head from his chest and kissed him. He kissed you back and then pulled away.
"I'm tired", he said with that adorable sleepy voice.
" C'mon baby. I'll run you a bath", you said walking inside to the bathroom to run the nice and warm bath.
After Bucky's bath he sat down on the edge of the bed and called you over,"C'mere doll".
You walked over to him and he pulled you onto his lap. You leaned down and kissed him passionately. When the kiss got heated Bucky pulled away. Again.
"Doll, I'm tired...", He said as his head laid in the crook of your neck.
You felt really terrible. 'Of course he was going to be tired!! He just came back from a three week mission you idiot!! You're a horny fuck you know that!!', you thought to yourself.
"Aww baby go on, go sleep", you gave him a peck on the lips and moved to get off his lap, but he held you there.
"No, I ... I want to make you feel good", he said now, looking at you.
"Baby you don't have to it's fine-", you were cut off by Bucky's lips crashing into yours.
When he finally pulled away he moved you to sit on his thigh.
"Make yourself feel good baby, I want you to feel good", he moved your hips against his thigh and you let out a shaky breath.
Bucky stopped his movements and lifted you up so that you can take your sweatpants off. You yanked it off and threw it across the room. You got back onto Bucky's thigh and you began to grind your hips against it.
You started to pick up your pace on his thigh and you moaned when he flexed it. The friction of his sweats made you moan loudly and you began to go even faster. You held onto Bucky's shoulders and buried your face into the crook of his neck as you moaned. You were a moaning mess. You didn't know something like his thigh could make you feel so good. So fucking good.
You felt a knot starting to form in you stomach and your legs began shaking. Your pace slowed down but immediately, that fast pace returned. Bucky moved you along his thigh even faster. You moaned loudly and you started to see stars as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You came all over Bucky's pants. Bucky kept moving your hips to get you down from your high.
When you came down, you sat there panting and your head still buried in the crook of Bucky's head.
"You feel better now doll?", Bucky asked while caressing your back.
You gave him a tired nod and then got up to clean yourself up. You went to your closet and picked out a clean pair of sweatpants for Bucky. You made sure to only buy the grey ones because it always looked so fucking sexy on him. You took the clean pair of sweatpants to him and you started to put your pants back on.
You crawled into bed next to Bucky and cuddled into his chest.
"I love you, doll", Bucky said and he gave you a kiss on the forehead.
"𝘐 𝘮𝘩𝘶 𝘺𝘩𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺", you muttered half asleep.
Bucky couldn't make out a word you said, but it sounded like an i love you too Bucky.
"God I love you sweetheart. More than you could ever know", Bucky muttered.
Bucky turned you around so that he was spooning you. Bucky immediately fell asleep and cuddled you the whole night.
Hello Dear Writer can we get a story on jealous steve rogers, like he is jealous seeing someone flirting with his girlfriend or his girlfriend paying someome else attention other than him. would he be a liitle baby about it?
A/N: I wasn't in the best state of mind when I wrote this but I hope this is what you expected. I loved the plot line so hope you all like it. You really are my support system. Love you guys!!
Big Baby (S.R)
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Summary: Steve gets jealous when he sees you giving someone else attention in a party. He is a baby about it and asks you to feed him. You then go home and cuddle.
Warnings: Fluff all the way.
Steve regretted convincing you to come to this stupid party. You had told him that you weren’t in the mood to interact with people but he had insisted. It was important for him to attend because the government officials wanted the Avengers there. No one could skip so Steve made sure that at least you were there to keep him company. But now he regretted this decision.
“Buddy, you alright?” Bucky asked his best friend when he noticed that he wasn’t listening to a word that was being discussed among the small group.
“Yeah, yeah. Who’s that?” He questioned while pointing to the man who was flirting with his wife.
“The one talking to (Y/N)? He’s an ambassador or somethin’.”
“Okay.” Sipping on his champagne, he kept throwing daggers at the man who was too close for your own good. You might have thought that he was friendly but Steve saw through that man’s facade. He liked you and he was flirting. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ve actually started to work on this new project-” You were interrupted by two hands snaking up on your waist. Your instincts were about to kick in but the familiar cologne that engulfed you, calmed you down easily.
“Whatcha doin’ baby?” Pressing a gentle kiss on his jaw, you placed your hands on his.
“Was telling him about my new project.”
Your boyfriend was struggling to keep a happy face when he saw the look of disappointment running through the man standing in front of you. Steve was going to punch the man who actually thought that he had a chance with his girlfriend. But instead, he snuggled more into you. You always calmed him down.
“Darlin’, let’s get some food.”
“No, let’s go.” Dragging you across the room, he took you to a table where the food was being served. You didn’t understand why your boyfriend was being so stubborn and rude.
“Babe, I’m not even that hungry.”
“Well, I am.”
Steve forced you to sit down on a chair while he dragged another chair next to you. What was happening? Why was he being so protective? He started dishing out all kinds of food on a plate and you just looked at him weirdly. No one could eat that much and you just told him that you weren’t hungry.
“Just told you that I’m not hungry.” Laughing at his antics, you held his hand.
“This is not for you. It’s for me.”
“Then why is the plate in front of me?”
“You’re goin’ to feed me.”
It wasn’t that you haven’t done this before but not in front of hundreds of people. This was just weird and awkward. He cooked the food and you fed him. It only happened when he was too tired or he needed comfort. You wanted to say no to him but the puppy eyes that he was giving you made it really difficult.
Shaking your head slightly, you pulled the plate towards you and started feeding him. Damn those icy blue eyes. You were head over heels for this man and he could make you forget that people were judging you. Important people. But you didn’t care. Steve was all that mattered.
“So tell me what’s going on?”
“Nothing!” He was too quick to defend himself but you knew better.
“Steve.” You both knew you weren’t messing around with that tone.
“Don’t stop. That man-”
Turning in your seat to look at him, you asked.“Who? Paul?”
“Yeah.” The sour face that he made at the mention of the ambassador’s name let you know that something was going on.
“Tell me, Steve.”
“That man was flirting with you.”
Feeding him another bite, you laughed at his ridiculous claim. “No, he wasn’t. We were just talking.”
“I know men. You’re too gullible, darling.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Maybe I am.” He rested his head against your shoulder and you thought that he was done eating. “Keep going.”
Natasha and Bucky came and sat on your table. The Avengers hated parties like these because people steered clear of them. Either they were too fascinated or scared. The latter being the case mostly. They were always isolated and it was exhausting.
“We’re freaks.” Natasha sighed as she laid her head on the table.
“No, you’re not. Ignore them.”
Bucky asked from his position, when he noticed you two. “What happened to lazy over here?”
“Just being a baby.”
“Hey! I’m right here.” Your boyfriend protested with a whine.
“But you’re my baby.” Pecking him on the lips, you spoke again. “You’re done. God, I don’t know how you eat so much.”
“I still have room for dessert, babe.”
You both were whispering because you just wanted your to stay in your little bubble. There have been times when all you want is him and the rest just don’t matter. He is the only one that matters.
“You are a fatty.”
“That’s a super soldier for you, babe.”
Bucky interrupted you both before you could kiss again. “We’re going to Tony’s bar. Wanna come?”
“No.” Steve was quick to respond because he just wanted to go home and cuddle you. “We’re going home.”
“Suit yourself.” All the Avengers filed out of the party afterwards and you two also called it a night. Getting hime, you changed your clothes and laid in bed with your boyfriend. You secretly loved it when he was all clingy but you would never admit it to him.
“I love you, you goof.”
“Love you too, darling.” Saying that, he drifted off to a peaceful sleep with you.
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You walked to the beach, tears still threatening to fall from your glassy eyes. You look around, watching all the beach goers and the happy couples and family’s making you frown in disappointment. When you see no sign of Sebastian, you sigh and made your way to an empty spot on the beach.
You placed your towel down and put your bag beside it. You sat down on the towel and looked out into the ocean. You pulled out your phone from your bag to send a text to Sebastian to let him know where you were.
You placed your phone down and grabbed your sunscreen from you bag and started to apply it. Once you applied it, you put the bottle back into your bag and grabbed your phone again to check to see if Seb replied.
Locking your phone, you sighed and put it back into your bag. He couldn’t even text you back?
You removed your sunglasses from your head and put them properly on your face. You slid off your flip flops and removed your vest top and shorts chucking them into your bag. You weren’t gonna let him ruin your holiday, so you laid back and sunbathed listening to the waves of the ocean crash onto the sandy beach and the giggling of children having fun.
It was about an hour when you were disturbed by a beachball hitting your arm jolting you awake. Pushing your sunglasses to the top of your head, you watched as two young children came running up to you to get their ball back.
“Sorry, miss.” The little girl smiled as she and the little boy grabbed the ball.
“It’s okay, no harm done.” You smiled back, watching as they ran back to their parents.
You fished out your phone from your bag to check the time. 11:47.
Your stomach started to growl, letting you know it was time for something to eat.
Seeing no messages from Sebastian, you gave up waiting. Chucking your phone back into your bag and putting your shorts back on, you shook your towel to get rid of the sand that stuck to the bottom and folded it up to put neatly in you’re back.
You stood up, slid your flipflops back on and made your way back to your hotel to have a shower and get ready for lunch.
As you walked off the beach, you saw a bunch of paparazzi with their shouting and cameras flashing. You looked over to see who it was they were crowding, and what you saw broke your heart.
(I had to use this photo, his face kills me every time I see it 😂😂)
You stopped. Tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you looked at him, and he looked at you. His heart also shattered.
Sebastian watched you for a few minutes, open and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know what.
So, the blonde woman from the elevator a few hours ago, the same blonde lady who assumed you were pregnant. She looked over to where Sebastian was looking and saw you, and she smirked. Leaning over to kiss his cheek dangerously close to his lips as he ripped his head away, but not to obvious to draw attention.
Shaking your head, you grabbed your bag close to you and speed walked into the hotel to the elevator.
Walking in and waiting for the doors to close. You waited until you reached your floor, and fished out your door key, slamming the door behind you.
As soon as the door was closed, your whole world fell apart. You slid down the door, tears freely falling down your rosy, red cheeks. Your head falling into your hands, as you silently cried.
Trying to calm yourself, you took deep breathes to try and get your breathing under control. You fished out your phone and sent a text to Chris (Evans) who was your best friend, and who introduced you to Sebastian in the first place.
Taking a deep breath, you put locked your phone and put it on the coffee table and booked a flight within the next hour. Once it was booked, you started to pack. Luckily you didn’t take much out of your case, so it didn’t take long to gather all your things together.
Placing your door key onto the coffee table, you checked the hotel once more to make sure you have everything and then grabbed your case and walked to the elevator.
When you reached the lobby, you rolled your suitcase and walked out of the hotel and called for a cab to take you to the airport.
The driver helped you put your case into the boot (trunk) of the car and you told him your destination. When the cab driver pulled away and started to drive, you looked out of the window.
In the distance, you could see Sebastian still holding hands and kissing the blonde lady.
Shaking your head, you looked down at your lap and waited until you arrived for your flight.
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