#Sebastian Stan ff

[purple-babygirl]

don't call me daddy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word count: 4,826

Summary : In a world where littles are openly themselves, they volunteer to help and be helped by willing caregivers. In spite of himself, Bucky finds himself stuck with one and to keep the nagging away, he has to learn how to be around her with everything that that entails.

Warnings: Bucky is mean, a couple of insults, mistreatment of age regressed reader, crying, mentions of hot liquid getting on skin, crying, mentions of the r-word, Bucky's PTSD & nightmares

A/N: so this is an idea I've had for forever and I finally mustered up enough courage to share it with you guys. Please enjoy and let me know what you think and if you have anything you'd like to suggest for the upcoming parts. I love you 💜

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“This sounds stupid,” Bucky grumbled when Sam suggested the program.

“It's not stupid, Buck and it works!”

“If it worked for you doesn't mean it's gonna work for me, Sam. You have patience and it's in your nature to want to take care of people.”

“Says the one who looked out for Steve all his life!”

“Steve was one person and he was actually dumb, he wasn’t acting like he can't fucking feed himself!”

“They're not acting. They're age regressed.” Sam tried to remain calm.

“What does that even mean!”

“It means-”

“You know what? I don't care because I'm not doing it.” Bucky smiled before leaving Sam's house and going back to hide in his own.

But Sam was persistent. He was determined to get Bucky help that would actually help. So he suggested the program to Bucky's therapist and before Bucky could punch him, she was having him sign the contract.

“Sam, I don't wanna meet anyone. It's not gonna work anyway so let's just pick any of them.”

“They're not service dogs, Bucky!”

“Really? Because that's exactly what it sounds like they are to me.”

Sam glared at him, elbowing his side as a short lady with a kind smile approached them.

Bucky didn't pay her much attention. He didn't want to be here and he didn't care what she was reciting.

Only thing that caught his attention was when she asked him what age he would prefer so she could introduce him to a group of littles.

He was dreading this. It was stupid.

“…what are you looking for?” Bucky caught the end of her talk with Sam.

“I don't know, someone who can talk like they're not retarded,” he answered the lady rudely and she smiled in understanding when Sam apologized.

“They're not retarded. All of them are perfectly healthy and okay. They're age regressed,” she told Bucky and he rolled his eyes so hard he felt they might never return from the back of his head.

He hated those two words. Age regressed, what the fuck did that even mean?

“Maybe we can meet some of the littles who are not so young, like 6 year olds?” Sam suggested and she nodded, leading them to a building with long corridors and lots of doors.

Bucky could see adult women and men playing with dolls, sleeping with pacifiers and some of them even had other people feeding them.

What the hell was this place? Did they expect him to do that? With a person perfectly capable of handling his or her own self but chooses not to?! Was this the 21st century? Because he didn’t like it very much.

The lady led them inside her office and got a group of files out of some organized drawer. She'd barely laid them out on the table before Bucky was slamming his finger on one.

“We'll take this one,” he said, staring at the lady in disinterest.

“But you haven't even seen them,” Sam said between his teeth, kicking his leg under the table. He wished Bucky cared enough to do this right.

“I've seen enough. I pick this file and I wanna leave,” Bucky seethed back.

“This is Doll. She's one of the softest littles I've ever met and I think you've made a great choice, Mr. Barnes.”

“You call her Doll?”

“Yes, real names aren't revealed for the privacy of our littles unless they decide otherwise and she chose the name herself when she joined us.” The lady smiled kindly, making Bucky even madder.

“Whatever, let's get this over with. Tell her to come so we could leave.”

“Mr. Barnes, I have to admit your attitude towards this is very concerning and I fear I cannot risk the peace of our littles who confide in us to find them safe partners! Like I said she's one of the gentlest and I need to know you're going to treat her right before I even let you meet her!” The woman voiced her concerns and Bucky sighed.

He couldn't blow this now. He's come far enough with this whole process and if he went back to his therapist like that she was definitely going to get out her dreadful notebook.

He had to take this girl home tonight or else they would make him go through this same process over and over again.

“I'm sorry, I'm just a little confused, I guess.” Bucky scratched his beard.

“That's okay.” She smiled again, “most of our visitors are, but you can always ask.”

“Well- what is wrong with them?!” He exclaimed, gesturing with his hands in the air. Sam kicked him again and glared.

“What? She said I could ask!”

“It's okay,” she told Sam with a chuckle.

“Nothing is wrong with them. Them regressing in age is their way to cope and relieve anxiety or deal with other mental illnesses such as traumatic experiences, or even just stress. It's a freer, calmer state of mind for them to return to when it's no longer easy for them to be big.”

Her calm, kind manner while explaining this made Bucky even angrier inside. This wasn’t normal and they should all stop acting like it was.

“So they're supposed to be helping me with my issues but they're dealing with their own issues?”

Like he originally thought, this was stupid.

“Yes, it's a mutual helping program.” The lady confirmed.

“Oh. And what's this Doll's issue?”

“Doll reverts to age regression as a coping mechanism for her depression and PTSD. She's been doing great lately actually!”

“Is she suddenly gonna go grownup or-?” Bucky continued, involuntarily asking every question on his mind.

“No, like I said, Doll reverts to little space for the comfort and safety of it and while she can coax herself out of her headspace, she rarely ever chooses to.”

“But she can?”

“Yes. But I need to tell you, Mr. Barnes, that this is not why you're here.” She reminded, wanting to ensure the safety of self expression for the little one.

“I know.”

“I also need you to promise me to be a good caregiver for her. She's a sweet girl and I can guarantee she will be good for you.”

“I promise.” Bucky knew he was lying but he couldn’t care less about his honesty at the moment.

“And it’s never acceptable to make fun of her or try to force her into a more grownup headspace. That only makes it worse and her mind regresses further.”

“So what she becomes younger?!” he was trying so hard not to get frustrated, why make him!

“That's correct.” She nodded.

“How young?” Sam asked.

“The youngest she's ever been is 4.”

“Oh.” Great. Just great.

“She can still talk just fine,” she reassured them, knowing Bucky didn't want anyone who couldn't talk or seemed 'retarded'.

“Okay, good.” Bucky nodded, wanting to get out of the place as soon as possible.

“Would you like to meet Doll now or do you wanna take a look at the rest of the files?”

“I'll meet her.” Bucky stood up, hand already at the doorknob.

~

The meeting thing went relatively well and Bucky was surprised the girl wasn't intimidated by his frown or intense stare. She was mesmerized by the metal arm even.

He wasn't going to lie to himself, he still thought this whole thing was dumb but he needed to convince his therapist and everyone that he was okay again so they'd leave him alone.

She didn’t ask him any questions or have any conditions. She just stared at him with wide, sparkly eyes.

A minute later he heard the girl whisper her agreement to the short lady.

Apparently, she was big enough to make the decision to leave with a strange man she didn't know but not enough to properly dress herself or sleep without a damn toy.

Bucky was relieved anyway; glad she was idiotic enough to choose him so he wouldn't have to meet with any other 'littles'. And she wasn't ugly to look at either.

The old lady had a word with her privately before she was packing a bag and they were on their way to Bucky’s place.

~

“Where do I stay, daddy?”

Bucky hasn’t said a word to her since they’d left the institution. He made her carry her bag from the car to the elevator and from the elevator inside the apartment. He wasn’t going to be nobody’s maid.

She was physically capable and that didn’t need a professional to see it.

“I don’t know, figure it out.” Bucky shrugged, kicking his shoes off by the door and stepping inside.

She followed his lead and neatly placed her shoes at the corner by the door as well.

“Where do you want me to stay, daddy?” she asked politely, wanting to make him comfortable, seeing he was the owner of the house.

He was making her a little nervous.

This wasn’t his energy back at the institution and she tried her best not to get scared.

“I don't want you. I never did,” Bucky told her the minute she sat on his couch, throwing his keys on the wooden coffee table, “We're just gonna pretend your presence here is changing something and then I'm gonna return you.”

I don't want you.

She's definitely heard that before.

Return her. Like she was some sort of item. She wasn't what he wanted and it cracked her trained-to-love heart.

“Yes, daddy,” she replied brokenly, tears threatening to spill over the rims of her eyes.

Nothing was worse than feeling unwanted.

“Don't call me that.” Bucky snapped.

“B-But you're my daddy.” She was seriously confused now. Why would he pick her if he didn’t want this?

“I'm not your anything and stop acting so small, you look grown up enough to me.”

Why did he take her home if he didn’t like her and didn’t want to be her Daddy?

“I'm not acting.” Tears rolled down her cheeks and she felt more insecure than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, you're age regressed. Whatever, just don't call me that. I'm no one's daddy.” Bucky took his shirt off throwing it on the couch beside her, making her flinch.

“But what should I call you if not-”

“Call me Mr. Barnes, if you're so keen on being polite.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.” She sniffled.

“And stop crying.” He huffed.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.” She quickly wiped at her face, holding the rest of her tears inside and forcing the lump in her throat further down.

Bucky muttered something under his breath before snatching his shirt and leaving to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him as she flinched again.

He didn't say she was a good girl for calling him what he wanted, or for stopping her crying when she was told to. He didn't like her and he wanted to return her.

What was she supposed to do until he sent her back? He didn't want her help even if they said he needed it.

Was it going to be like this for the next 3 months? How was she going to do all of the grown up stuff if Daddy Mr. Barnes didn't help her? How was she going to live? And why did she still care to try her best to be good for the harsh, blue-eyed man?

~

She didn’t know what to do so she sloppily changed her clothes by herself, putting her socks in the hamper to be washed like a good girl.

She washed her hands and feet by herself, unknowingly making Bucky think he was right all along about letting her do things on her own as she should.

That was until he put a hot cup of instant noodles before her for dinner though. He refused to help her eat and she accidentally spilled hot soup over her hand and the wooden table. It was chaos.

Bucky cursed out loud and she started crying in pain.

He had enough pity on her to drag her to the bathroom and put her hand under the cold water. If his hold on her arm hurt, she didn’t say anything.

“Keep it there, don’t you dare move.”

“Mr. Barnes, don’t leave,” she sniffled, eyes red and in pain.

“I’m not leaving you in the Sahara desert.” Bucky rolled his eyes, “I gotta go clean the mess you made.” He left her in the bathroom and she kept her hand under the water, not daring to move like she was told.

“How hard is it to eat fucking noodles! It’s not quantum physics!”

Bucky muttered angrily as he wiped the soup off the table with a cloth.

“Fuck that age regression shit I am done!” he took their noodle cups to the kitchen and dumped both in the bin.

“What are you still doing in there! It’s not like you got burnt by lava!” Bucky shouted to her, walking to the bathroom.

“I- I- Mr. Barnes, you told me not to move.” She began crying again at his angry demeanor.

“For fuck’s sake,” Bucky groaned, “do you ever stop crying?!”

“I’m s-sorry.” She hiccupped. She didn’t know what to say or how to please him she just wanted him to stop glaring at her. She was scared.

“Get out of there and dry your hands,” Bucky told her, sitting on the couch with a sigh.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.” Came her chocked whisper.

“Does it hurt?” Bucky asked when she came out of the bathroom, tears drying on her cheeks.

The question surprised her. Maybe he did care after all.

“Burns a little,” she told him, pointing to the back of her hand where the skin got burnt.

“I might have a cream here somewhere,” he said, trying his best to keep an unconcerned expression on.

She took a look around when Bucky stood up to look in the kitchen. It was a cozy place and she wasn’t too needy but she couldn’t help but wonder about where she was going to sleep.

There didn’t seem to be enough furniture in here.

“Try not to touch it and you should be fine in the morning,” Bucky instructed after applying the burns cream to the sensitive area of skin.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.” She whispered before absentmindedly pecking Bucky’s cheek.

Bucky’s eyes widened at her guts. He certainly didn’t see that coming. It was her first night here how was she so bold!

His breath stuttered out of his lungs but he quickly recomposed himself.

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he gave her a dark stare.

“Do you have a death wish?”

“N-No.” She quickly shook her head.

“Did I give you permission to do that?”

“No.” She shook her head again, sort of knowing where this was going. She was going to get punished.

“Then why’d you do it?” Bucky sneered through his teeth.

“To th-thank Mr. Barnes.” He made her so nervous she could barely hear herself answer him.

Bucky hated her. She had no sense of boundaries. He hated the way she cried all the time. He hated the way she referred to him in third person.

He hated her.

“You already said that, didn’t you?”

She nodded.

“Don’t do it again.” Was all Bucky said and she was relieved.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky scoffed and stood up to put the cream back where he found it.

~

Turned out, Bucky had no bed. He slept on the floor and he didn’t need one.

“But where do I sleep, Mr. Barnes?” She asked in a small voice.

“Anywhere that is not next to me,” Bucky replied, not even sparing her a glance.

“Can I sleep here?” she asked, patting the couch.

“Suit yourself.”

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.” She gave a shy smile.

“I didn’t make the damn couch. Just go to sleep.”

“Bad word again,” she whispered.

“What was that?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing.” She slammed a hand on her mouth.

“Repeat what you just said if you know what’s good for you.” Bucky glared.

“I- Mr. Barnes said a bad word,” she whispered shakily.

“Yeah, well, it’s my house! I’ll talk however I want!” Bucky raised his voice.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.” She nodded, not even thinking about arguing that he shouldn’t curse in front of a little.

“Go to sleep.”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.” She quickly plopped on the couch, covering herself with a blanket, and burying her face in a cushion.

Bucky almost chuckled; almost thought it was cute but he shook the smile off his face quickly and sighed, taking his shirt off and getting himself on the hard floor, easily falling asleep.

He always falls asleep so fast because nightmares usually wake him up few hours after; he be waiting for bed time all day.

She peeked from under the blanket when she heard Bucky snore, carefully tiptoeing to her bag to get her stuffie. She took one look at shirtless Bucky, her cheeks heating up, before sliding back under the covers on the couch.

Her Daddy that didn’t like to be called Daddy was beautiful.

~

It has started again. He’s chasing a person, he corners them to where they could not run anymore, his left hand wraps around their throat, they struggle and beg and then snap. He kills them.

Bucky startled awake, having a hard time taking his breath only to find her on the floor next to him.

Her eyes were full of worry and maybe even sympathy as she clutched a stuffed animal. Bucky didn’t like it.

“It’s okay, Daddy- Mr. Barnes. ‘T was just a bad dream.” She whispered, dropping her stuffie to wrap her short arms around Bucky.

He wouldn’t admit it but it felt nice to be held. Something inside him wanted to succumb to the gentleness of her gesture. But Bucky shut that down at once.

“Get off,” Bucky huffed tiredly as the girl clung to him and rubbed his sweaty back.

“But-”

“Get. Off.” He repeated, grinding his teeth and she reluctantly slipped off his lap and went back to her spot on the floor.

She stared at him as he panted and frowned for a second before leaving the room.

Bucky scoffed, rubbing a hand down his hot face. She probably went to cry in the bathroom again; such a crybaby.

Except she didn’t.

She returned with a relatively cool glass of water, only half full. She didn't want to be bad and spill.

“I got you water, Mr. Barnes.” She carefully got on her knees and offered him the cup.

“Stop saying my name so much.” Bucky snatched the cup out of her hand, gulping down the water without showing an ounce of gratitude.

She pouted, crawling to her bag to get him tissues because she didn’t see any around.

“So you do know how to act around liquids after all.” Bucky taunted, still not over the fact that she spilled soup over his table before taking the tissues from her to wipe his forehead.

“Do you want me to sing you a lullaby, Mr. Barnes? It helps me after bad dreams.” She suggested, desperately hoping he would let her help.

“Not all of us act like kids to flee our nightmares.”

“Mr. Barnes.” Her eyes filled with tears and it was the last thing Bucky wanted to deal with, “I’m not acting.”

She was hurt but he didn’t care. He said what he said.

“Get back on the couch, I wanna go to sleep.” Bucky dismissed, pushing the empty glass against the wall.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.” She whispered dejectedly, taking her friend and crawling back to the couch.

~

The same thing happened every night for another four nights. At this point she was really worried about the man she started singing lullabies anyway, not waiting for his permission.

“Hey, you!”

“Doll,” she corrected.

“Whatever! Shut up already. I told you I don’t need your stupid singing.” Bucky growled into his pillow.

He was lying. He hated admitting it but he was. Her voice was actually angelic. He never went back to sleep again after a nightmare but that changed when she ignored his wishes and started singing. Bucky could drift off again to her soft voice.

He could get more hours of nightmareless sleep because of her lullabies. But he was too stubborn to admit anything that came from her was working for him.

It must be a coincidence. He probably fell asleep again because he was exhausted from being mad at her all day.

“I know Mr. Barnes doesn’t need it. It’s for me.” She lied as well. She knew lying wasn’t good girl like but she was helping Mr. Barnes; it was for good reason.

~

“Mr. Barnes,” her small voice called to him but Bucky was ignoring her.

He was pretending he couldn’t hear her and continued staring at the TV because she talked too much for his liking.

“Mr. Barnes.” She ever so lightly touched Bucky’s arm.

“What!” he spit suddenly, making her jump.

“We- We need to go shopping. Mrs. Morrison will visit tomorrow.”

She knew the process and for some reason didn’t want to be taken away from Bucky.

If Mrs. Morrison came and saw the way the apartment was or the way Bucky treated Doll, she was definitely going to make her leave with her.

“What?!”

“It’s day five.” She reminded, tilting her head to the side.

“Yeah, so?” Bucky’s body fully turned to face her.

“It’s visit day. We have to go shopping.”

“How do I know you’re not lying just to get me to buy you things?”

“I don’t lie, Mr. Barnes.” She assured him, looking hurt at even the suggestion.

“It’s in the papers,” she told him, referring to the contract he’s signed as well as the guide he was provided with her file before leaving the institution.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her, but stood up to look at the papers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer in the kitchen a few days ago.

“Shit,” he muttered when he saw she wasn’t lying. He heard her whisper bad word but chose to ignore it.

There were scheduled visits listed with different time intervals between each visit for the next three months.

Bucky groaned, throwing the paper sheet back in the drawer and slamming it shut.

“Put your clothes on, we’re going fucking shopping.”

“Bad word.”

“Don’t even-” she ran to the bathroom to change before Bucky could get angrier.

What has Sam gotten him into?

~

“Why’s your hair so messy!” Bucky asked, shoving her out of his way to grab a jar of peanut butter and put in the cart.

“I don’t know how to do it on my own an’ Mr. Barnes kept telling me to hurry up.”

Her voice was so small and if Bucky wasn’t so infuriated by the situation he would’ve felt bad for how he spoke to her.

“You’d think you’d actually look decent enough after taking forever to get ready.” Bucky huffed.

She remained silent, looking down and closing in on herself.

“Do you eat this?” Bucky asked, waving a box of corn flakes in front of her.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky nodded, throwing the box in the cart.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop saying my name so much?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barn-” Bucky’s cold stare stopped the word on her tongue.

“Call me Bucky.”

He didn’t want her to call him Bucky. But if that Mrs. Morrison was visiting tomorrow she couldn’t know he made her speak to him formally.

“Bucky?”

“Bucky.”

“Yes, Bucky.” She smiled shyly, feeling one step closer to the man.

Bucky didn’t know his life would turn upside down so fast.

He never cared about grocery shopping because he didn’t need that much stuff and he mostly ate at restaurants or diners or bought take out. He mainly just had beer filling his fridge.

But with her tied to him now he was buying all kinds of food: fresh vegetables and fruits, juice boxes, snack bars and way too many Oreos. Not to mention the toiletries he had to pay for because aside from her tooth and hair brushes, she came with nothing.

“Bucky, can we please get this?” she asked, pointing to a stuffed white wolf.

“No, you already have one at home. I see it every night.”

“Please, Bucky, please. Pretty please,” she begged, giving puppy eyes and pressing her palms together even.

“Okay, fine, shut up. God!” Bucky grumpily put the toy in the cart and got them to the nearest cashier before she could pick anything else.

She was so happy and was going to cherish her new stuffie more than ever.

~

Bucky was pacing back and forth in the living room. He needed to find a way to convince her not to tell Mrs. Morrison or whatever her name was how he treated her.

He didn’t want her to know she had any type of power over him because of the situation.

Bucky definitely wasn’t going to say please, but he also knew he couldn’t scare her into saying what he wanted.

“Bucky, please go to bed. Wolfie can’t sleep.” She whined, hugging her newest stuffie to her heart.

Bucky gave her yet another hard glare. She made him so angry that sometimes he forgot how to function. She was so spoiled and oblivious.

“I won’t say anything to Mrs. Morrison,” she whispered.

“You think I care what you have to say?! They could take you right now for all I care!” Bucky replied angrily.

“I know…” she mumbled, “I don’t want them to.”

Her words left Bucky without a reply. He was confused. She didn’t want to leave? Why not? Bucky hasn’t said one kind word to her since she’s been entrusted to him.

Was she some type of masochist?

“I wanna stay with Bucky. Sing him lullabies and eat noodles with him,” she said, her voice soft and heavy with sleep, before her eyes shut as she drifted off.

Her words put Bucky at ease for now and he got on the floor to finally try to get some sleep. He tried to ignore the way they affected him though.

~

“Bucky,” she called gently.

“Hmm.”

“I need to shower,” came her timid whisper.

“Do you see me using the bathroom?! Help yourself.” Bucky huffed, stirring the sugar in his mug.

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?!” he snapped, throwing the spoon in the sink.

“I need Bucky’s help.” Her face was on fire with embarrassment of having to say this out loud.

“For fuck’s sake,” Bucky rolled his eyes, pushing his mug aside before grabbing her arm and pushing her to the bathroom.

She whimpered as they stood before the glass door of the shower.

“This, because you’re not stupid you’re just age regressed, opens the hot water.” Bucky pointed to the tap handle on the right. “This opens the cold water. And this-”

“Bucky, that’s not what I need help with.” She shook her head, biting down on her lip.

“What do you want from me then?!” Bucky had no patience and her bashfulness wasn’t helping.

She raised her arms up before whispering, “I need Bucky to gimme a shower.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Bad word.”

“Don’t start now! You don’t know how to shower?!”

She shook her head, pouting as her eyes got teary again, “not when little.”

“This is bullshit. I didn’t even wanna do this. Damn you, Sam Wilson!” Bucky said, walking out of the bathroom angrily as she trailed behind him like the lost puppy she was.

“Bad word.”

“Stop!” Bucky boomed and she put her hands behind her back timidly.

“Please, Bucky,” she begged, getting hold of his hand.

“No! On my dead body!”

~

“Stand straight or I swear I’m gonna leave you here and go!”

“Yes, Bucky,” she giggled, the water trickling down her spine tickling her.

“Now what?” he huffed, trying not to stare at her naked chest.

“Now, this.” She held up the bottle of conditioner for him and Bucky sighed before taking it and squeezing some on his hand.

He was about to smooth it down her scalp when she moved away.

“No, no! This goes on the ends or else it gives you dandruff,” She said and Bucky would’ve facepalmed so hard if it wasn’t for the slippery matter covering his palms.

This was going to be long.

~

She was fast asleep on Bucky’s couch after her shower, so peaceful and without a care in the world.

Bucky envied her as he got in place on the floor. He really wished he had enough flexibility in him to accept help and care from someone.

But no, he didn't need her. He didn't need any of this. He just had to go through tomorrow and the rest will figure itself out.

Yeah, yeah just tomorrow for now, Bucky thought as he drifted off.

part II

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there for you – bucky b.

pairings Bucky Barnes x reader

summary You are feeling down lately and Bucky seems to catch up on that. He is worried about you and tries to comfort you. As you find out, all you needed was a big hug (and some kisses) from Bucky

wordcount 2.2k

warnings fluff, little bit of anxiety, crying, hugs and kisses, confessions

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You sigh, trying to shut the annoying high-pitched tone of your alarm clock out by burying your face into the pillow. It feels like you just fell asleep a couple of minutes ago, and in reality, it wasn’t much more, as you already need to get up again. A sigh leaves your mouth once again as you turn around and finally switch off the alarm clock. You are really considering if you should get up but you know Cap is going to hold you a lecture if you miss training one more time. So, finally you get up from your comfy bed and start to get ready with as less effort as needed.

As you walk towards the kitchen to get your cup of coffee before training you zone out. You’ve been distant lately, constantly thinking about stuff that’s worrying you and plaguing your mind. There’s no way to shut it off though, you tried a couple of times already.

So, you walk into the kitchen and greet everyone there with a simple “morning”, before pouring yourself a cup of hot coffee. You don’t bother to talk with someone, you don’t even have the energy to do that right now.

“Everything okay?” your friend Natasha walks up to you concerned.

You simply nod, taking a large sip of coffee. “Yeah, just didn’t sleep well”

Nat doesn’t ask further but she doesn’t believe you either. Neither does the rest of the Avengers, or Bucky. He sits at the table, drinking his own coffee and watching you silently, concern on his face. He noticed your change in behavior and his worry for you is growing stronger by day. He doesn’t want to talk to you in front of all the others so he just lets it be for now.

Steve enters the room “Good morning, ready for our training session?” His eyes land on you and he smiles softly. “Hey, good to see you here again. Let’s get it on!”

Everyone nods and together you walk off to the training room, preparing for an upcoming mission. You try your best to stay focused, and it works rather well. Bucky keeps a close look at you but also keeps his distance. You catch him staring a few times, but try to ignore it, even though your cheeks turn slightly red.

As soon as the training is finished the thoughts come back flooding to your mind. You walk back to your room to get a shower, trying to free your mind. Suddenly you hear a knock at your door. You walk over and open it, setting on a small fake smile.

“Hey” Bucky flashes you a soft smile, leaning against your door frame. He looks you up from top to bottom, noticing your comfy clothes and still wet hair. “Did I disturb you?”

“No, don’t worry. How can I help you?” You ask as casual as possible, crossing your arms in front of your body.

Bucky takes a deep breath, his hands in his pockets. “I just… Actually, I… I just wanted to check in on you. You alright?”

To say you are surprised is an understatement. You never expected him to ask such a question but somehow you feel a strange warmth inside of you at his care. “Uhm, yeah, yeah, I’m alright. Why do you ask?” You let out a soft chuckle.

The super soldier shrugs a little and scratches his head. “You just seem a bit distant lately. So I thought maybe… maybe something is off” He looks so cute like this, standing in front of your door. This is a side of Bucky not many get to see.

“Oh, don’t worry. I just… I didn’t sleep well for a couple of days. But everything’s fine” You smile softly at him to reassure him.

Bucky thinks about your answer for a couple of minutes, not sure whether he should believe you or not. Finally, he decides that there’s no need to push you so he lets it down and nods, looking down. “Alright” he sighs and looks back up at you. “Alright. Just… You know, I’m here if you need anything. Okay?”

As you look at him you can’t help but crack a small, sincere smile. This is definitely something you never expected from anyone, nor him. You can feel warmth spreading inside you and you are almost tempted to ask for a hug. But you quickly shake that thought off of your head. “Thanks, Bucky”

With another smile and wave of his hand Bucky leaves you to yourself again and you close the door of your room. But the smile quickly fades as the thoughts come back to you mind, drowning you. With a sigh you let yourself onto the bed.

A couple of days like this pass and Bucky gets more worried about you. One evening he catches you in the compound living room. He walks inside and notices you standing by the window all in the dark. Bucky doesn’t even bother to turn on the lights.

“Hey” he greets with a calm and soft voice.

You jump slightly, deep in thought, as you turn around surprised to see Bucky standing there, leaning against a counter. “Hey”

“It’s late” Bucky states simply, glancing at the clock and then back at you. It’s almost midnight.

“Yeah, true” my response is just as simple. “What are you doing up?”

Bucky shrugs and gives you a small smirk. “Always been a night owl”

You give him a slight smile in return and glance back out the window, taking a deep breath.

After a few minutes of silence Bucky is the first one to speak up again. “What’s on your mind?”

With raised eyebrows you look at him, but as soon as you see his concerned and serious expression you know there is no way to lie to him. You sigh before finally responding “A lot”

Bucky nods understandingly. If anyone can understand what it’s like to have a heavy mind it’s him after all. And he understands that you might not want to talk about it, or, that you probably don’t even know what you should talk about. So, he doesn’t put too much pressure on you there. “I meant what I said”

Once again you give him a confused look, not knowing what he means right now.

Bucky seems to notice your uncertainty and explains himself further. “What I told you a couple of days ago in your room. That I’m here for your” His look is serious, leaving no hint of joke. He really means it.

And as much as you appreciate this act and as much as you want to thank him and give him a smile, you can’t. All you are trying is to not break in front of him, to hold back the tears that are threatening to fall down your cheeks. You don’t answer him, instead you just look down onto the floor, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t dare to look at him, knowing that it might be too much.

He just stands there, watching your reaction. Bucky decides on what to do and finally speaks up again, his voice ever so soft and caring. “Come here”

You look up to meet Bucky’s eyes, his arms wide open for you to fall into them and let him hug you. For a second you don’t know what you should do. But your feet are bringing you closer to him and finally you stand right in front of him. Slowly you let your arms sink and his loving look is just making it worse for you to contain yourself.

After a minute of just looking at each other you find yourself in his embrace. His arms are tightly wrapped around you, holding you close. Your head resting against his bulky chest, your own arms wrapped around his middle. Tears fall down your cheeks silently, wetting his shirt. But Bucky doesn’t care. All he cares for right now is you in his arms. He doesn’t care whether is shirt is getting damp or not, or if he feels slightly uncomfortable being so close to someone. He wants to be there for you, to give you comfort and reassurance. He wants you to feel better, to know that someone is there for you when you are feeling down. And that is exactly what he is doing right now.

Bucky’s hands are softly stroking your back up and down, his chin resting on your head. He can smell your sweet scent and one of his hands finds its way up to your hair, pressing you closer to him. A strange warmth fills him as he holds you like this.

You on the other hand feel yourself calming down after some time. You feel safe and secure and it seems that a hug is all you needed for the last couple of days. Your body starts to relax in his embrace and your tears have almost stopped. But is it really just the hug that makes you feel at ease again, or is it the person who gives you that hug? His strong arms wrapped tightly around you, holding and caressing you, his soft breathing calming and hearing his heartbeat giving you reassurance.

Bucky had closed his eyes by now, just feeling you in his arms, feeling your muscles starting to relax. And it makes him happy that he is the reason why you calmed down a little. He is proud of himself that he could help you and he is not planning on letting you go anytime soon. He wants to stay like this forever, starting to feel comfortable in this position. He should have done this a lot earlier, when he visited you in your room for example. It would have made you and him feel better.

You two stand there for a while, holding each other close. You pull away slightly, not sure when to let go or if Bucky is still comfortable holding you. Your arms are still around him as you look up at Bucky’s face. He looks down at you too and gives you a soft smile. One of his hands come up to your cheek and his thump wipes the last few tears away from your skin. “Feeling a bit better?”

Finally you give him a small smile back and nod. “A little… Thank you”

Bucky’s smile grows. He can’t help but think about how cute you look right now. “For you, always” How long can he deny the feelings he has for you? How long is he going to pretend that there is nothing between you two?

Your mind is spinning as well, your troubles forgotten for now. All you can think of right now is Bucky. The two of you stand there in the dark living room, holding each other, looking into each other’s eyes without saying a word. The moment is intimate and your heart starts to beat slightly faster.

Bucky is going to take the risk and leans slightly closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours to watch your reaction closely. As you don’t seem to mind him coming closer, he leans in even more, your faces only inches apart. You can feel his hot breath on your face and before you can think twice his lips meet yours. It’s surprisingly soft and sweet, something you would never think of a man like him. But His lips are tender and his movements gentle as if to not scare you away. He pulls away after a moment, his face still close to yours, as he looks at you intensely.

Your lips are slightly parted, your whole body frozen for a moment. Your heart is beating out of your chest and your breath caught in your throat. For a second Bucky is afraid he might have overstepped a line, but when he sees you smiling softly at him he returns it immediately. He leans closer again, wanting to kiss you again but not sure if he should. It’s your turn to close the gap between you and press your lips against his, kissing him with a bit more force than before.

Bucky’s hold on you tightens slightly as he leans into the kiss, trying to take in every second.

When you part again he leans his forehead against yours. The act is so small yet so sweet and you smile up at him. “Wow” is all he can say.

A soft chuckle leaves your lips before you respond “wow indeed”

He returns your chuckle. “I wanted to do that for a long time now”

At his words your heart is starting to beat faster once again, your hands wrapping tighter around him. “Me too” Your voice is barely a whisper but it’s loud enough for him to here.

“And I’ll always be there for you, okay? No matter what…” His words carry a seriousness you’ve never heard before. He means it and you can feel just how much he cares for you. But before you respond Bucky continues “I love you”

“I love you too”

And with that Bucky pecks your lips once again before wrapping you in a tight hug, not planning on letting you go ever again. Not that you mind, of course. You could stay forever in his arms, in this moment.

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Sebastian Stan as Frank - Endings, Beginnings (2019)

For Ashe

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Pool Table

Pairing: Mob!Boss!Bucky Barnes x Waitress!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Only Names, (Whore & Slut) Oral, (Fem receiving) Praise, and Spitting.

Word Count: 3,640

Summary: Bucky teaches you how to play pool.

A/N: I’ve never played pool before, so I’m sorry if this is wrong. I personally don’t really like this one, but hope you Enjoy!

You just moved a couple of months ago to New York for a new start and no drama. You were a young waitress that worked at a bar and it's been ok since you moved there and they pay good but the only thing you dislike is the horny men.

They will do anything for your attention. But there is one man that doesn't even have to try and that is Bucky Barnes. He's so handsome, his clothes look expensive, he has tattoos down his arm and you can even see his abs, just everything about that man screamed 'Daddy'.

He owns New York so it's no surprise about how expensive he looks. At least 2 times a week he will check in on everyone and you notice how he looks at you and it makes your heart skip a beat. He will sometimes go to the bar, order and drink, and watch you work. It makes you wonder if he's gonna fire you.

You were woken up by your alarm and got ready for your day. You took a shower and skipped breakfast because you weren't hungry. You put on your outfit and headed outside before locking your door. As you walked out you heard someone cat call you. You rolled your eyes and got in your car.

There were a lot of beautiful women everywhere so why you? You weren't anything special. You didn't wear pounds of makeup or spend every last penny to make your breast bigger or ass. You were more happy with what God gave you. You drove humming to your favorite song on the radio.

You shortly arrived at the bar and sighed as you got out 'This is gonna be a long day.' You thought. Today is Thirsty Thursdays which means all the people nearby will come have a drink or two, so the place is gonna be packed.

You walked in and were greeted with your coworker Jamie. "Hey Y/n!" She cheerfully said. "Hey Jamie." You gave her a hug and went to the back to put your stuff up. "Hey there beautiful." Ugh. You groaned at your coworker named Luke . Ever since you moved here he's been flirting with you and you've rejected him a total of 98 times in 3 months.

Yes you've counted.

You've never met someone as desperate as him. "Hi Luke." You annoyingly said. "I was wondering if-" You already knew what he was gonna say "No I'm busy." You walked away and saw the place filling up. You silently cried to yourself as you took out your notebook and went to serve the first table.

There was a man maybe in his late 30s and a young man that looked 19. "Hi, how may I help you?" You asked, putting on a fake smile. "Yeah you can start with sitting on my dick!" The 19 year old boy spoke up. He let out a loud laugh and you just cringed.

"I'm so sorry about my son. He's just a horny teenager." The older man said, "It's fine, but what can I get you?" They told you their orders and you left. "Jamie, they want two shots of the green apple Hennessy." You said going to another table.

That's pretty much how your afternoon went. You took orders and gave them what they wanted. You even got tips from people, your day was going good. Until Bucky walked in. It was like his eyes automatically locked onto your body. He watched as your hips moved side to side from the beat of the music.

Bucky decided to play pool so he walked over and sat his things down. Luke walked up confident he was gonna win "Aye! Mr.Bucks let me play with you!" He was acting like they were all buddy, buddy, but then realized they weren't from Bucky's expression.

"What did you just call me?" He says angrily, making people look over. "S-sorry M-mr.Barnes." Bucky felt like playing against someone so he agreed.

"Hey pretty lady!" A man called from across the bar. You grabbed your notebook and made your way over only to stop in your tracks when you Bucky and Luke were playing pool. You didn't want to be seen by both but there was no escaping so you went over to the man.

"Hi sir, how may I help you?" He told his order and before you could leave you heard Luke calling you. "Hey Y/n baby come here!" You growled when he called you baby. You ignored him and got the drinks for the man. You tried walking away but felt a hand on your wrist pulling you.

"Baby wanna come play with us?" You looked up and made eye contact with Bucky before quickly looking down. It was silent as you didn't answer until Bucky broke the silence "Everyone out Y/n stay." Every man in the room rushed, pushing each other out the door, even Luke left.

You stood there awkwardly waiting for something to happen "I wanna play with you doll." That nickname went straight to your panties. "O-ok but I don't know h-how to play." You warned him. "Good I'll teach you!" He said, smiling big. "Come here."

You slowly walked to him as he put the balls in a triangle shape using a rack. "You know how to hold the cue?" He asked, chuckling at your confused face. "You hold it like this.." He held the cue on his hip and bent down a little so he was at eye level with the ball.

He put the stick between his thumb and pointer finger so the cue was on his thumb. He eyed the target ball, lining up his shot before pushing the cue and hitting the target. Multiple color balls fell in the holes and he smirked.

"You think you can do that?" He asked, handing you the cue. "I'll try." You said going to the target ball. You leaned down a little but got stuck on how to hold the cue. "Do you need a doll?" He whispered in your ear while his hands trailing up your side. "Y-yes."

"Get low." He said slowly pushing you down by the lower part of your back. He bent you over the table and his arms came around to your hands. "You wanna put it between your fingers." He said, guiding the cue between your fingers.

"How do you shoot?" He tested you. "Push it through." You said sliding it in and out. "If you wanna hit the ball fast, slide it hard." He thrusted behind you making you hit the ball and a moan slipped out. You gasped and covered your mouth embarrassed, hoping he didn't hear it.

But he did.

"What was that doll?" He teased me. You could hear the smirk in his voice. "Uh s-sir I need to go w-work, so if you'll e-excuse me." You tried moving the other way but he trapped you. "Why are you running from me Y/n?" He said blocking your exits. "I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching." He said making you blush.

His hand trailed down your face to your throat, squeezing lightly. "Admit it. You want me." You looked at him with innocent eyes. You knew the difference between the truth and lie and saying you didn't want him to bend you over this pool table and rearrange your guts would be the lie.

"I-Uh, Mr.B-barnes we-" He squeezed harder making your hands fly up to his wrist in an attempt to loosen his hold. "Doll, there's no need to call me Mr.Barnes. Call me daddy." When he said that you felt your panties become a waterfall. Your legs got weak and you started sweating. "T-that's not very p-professional."

He glared at you and that made you shiver in fear. "Y/n your being a bad girl and I don't like bad girls." He warned in a deep voice. He his hands went under your thigh, putting you on the pool table. His hands rested on the waistband of your skirt. "Tell me to stop, Tell me you don't want this." He urges you.

But that was a thing. You couldn't tell him to stop. No matter how much your mind protested you wanted this man and the fact he wanted you was a miracle. "I-I do." The moment you said those words he pulled your skirt along with your panties and got on the floor. He was now at eye level with your wet dripping cunt.

"Wow, look at that. A wet cunt dripping all over my pool table. You gonna pay for ruining it?" He asked, running a finger through your folds, admiring. "You look so beautiful doll and I haven't even started." He said making you blush. His mouth inched closer until you could feel the breath breathing on your core. "Beg Me."

Those two words made you wanna delete yourself from existence. There's nothing more embarrassing than begging. You've had past boyfriend but all they did was fuck your and leave. They didn't wait for you to cum. They would just fuck you until THEY came. You've never been satisfied so you having to beg to be fucked is a no.

"N-no." Bucky's eyes turned dark for a second. "No?" His deep voice asked. "Did you just say no to me?" You 're starting to get nervous even though you knew Bucky wouldn't hurt you. "If I recall correctly, you said you wanted me but now all of a sudden it's a 'No'?" He had a point. You wanted him, it's just you didn't want to beg.

"So you can beg me to eat and fuck that pretty little pussy, or I'll leave you right here, right now." You haven't had sex in a while and you craved this man. He already turned you on so there was no way you were gonna let him walk away from you like this.

You put your head down to avoid any eye contact. "P-please." Your voice was just above a whisper. "What was that? Imma need you to speak up, doll." His hand pushed your chin up so you were looking at him in his eyes. "Please e-eat me." Bucky still had a frown on his face and he stood up.

He made his way to the door as you got nervous. You thought he was about to leave so you yelled. "N-no Bucky p-please fuck me. I p-promise I'll be a good g-girl." Bucky stopped in his tracks and smiled. "There we go." He walked back over to you and crouched down.

"Look at her. Begging for release." When Bucky started talking to your pussy it made you clench around nothing. He tested the waters by running a finger down your slit, collecting your juices in his finger.

"Wow, would you look at that?" He brought his finger to his nose and sniffed. "Smells good, let's see if it tastes good." You thought he was gonna like his finger but instead his head lowered down to your core. Your breath hitched as his tongue licked from your slit to your clit

Your hand reached for the edge of the pool table, trying to steady yourself. "Mmm taste as good as you smell." You were blushing hearing him praise your pussy. He used his fingers to spread your fold and licked in between.

It's been a long time since you had any sort of pleasure so this felt extra good. His tongue agonizingly ran slow around your clit causing you to let out a whine.

"G-go faster." You said grabbing Bucky's hair and pushing him further into your core. Bucky snapped back and gave you a death stare. "What was that? It almost sounded like you were demanding me? Did you forget who's in charge?" The way he looked at you and sounded made you even wetter.

"I-I'm sorry it just feels g-good." Bucky ignored your pleads and went back down. His hand circled your clit while his tongue licked your folds. You slowly went down on your elbows, feeling your arms about to give out. His lips attached to your core and he sucked and ran his tongue through your hole.

You tried quieting your whines and moans but it felt good. You felt like a virgin all over again except it wasn't painful. All that went through you was pleasure. "P-please." You didn't even know what you were pleading for but all you knew is that you needed more.

Bucky sat up a little, spreading your folds apart with his fingers and stuck his tongue inside of you. His thumb came up to rub your clit as you moaned loudly. You could feel the stubble of his beard on your inner thigh and his nose bumping your clit. 'Pleases' fall from your lips as you take hold of whatever you feel.

That being Bucky's suit.

And held on for dear life. "You gonna cum?" You heard Bucky ask with the following slurping sounds. "Mmmh." You couldn't say a word but hopefully he understood. His mouth pulled away from your dripping core. "What was that doll?" He was playing with you at that point. You let out a long whine when you felt something inside of you.

You knew that it wasn't Bucky's cock because you could see the bulge through his pants at all times. You looked down and moaned while throwing your head back, clenching at the sight. It was Bucky pumping in and out of you with his fingers inside of your pussy.

Wet noises could be heard from you body. "Listen to that. You're so wet for me. You wanna cum like a whore?" He increased the pace of his fingering and was moving all around. It was like he was searching for something? He let out a satisfied smile when you moaned, pulling the suit.

Even though you ripped his suit a little and made a button pop off he wasn't mad. He was mainly happy because HE was making you feel like you were in heaven with just his finger. He was proud. "B-Bu-" You couldn't even say his name because he was attacking your G-spot. You've never been able to reach it using toys, your fingers, dildos, and even a hair brush, nothing works. Except Bucky.

"Go on. Cum for me. Come undone on this pool table." Your body shook as your hands turned red and white from holding onto his suit. This wasn't very professional of you. You didn't need to give him a warning because a loud moan came out of your mouth as you cummed.

Bucky had to hold you down by your thighs because your back was arched, lifting you off the table.

"Good girl, good girl." He mumbled as he slowly pumped in and out of your cunt. Slight wet noises could still be heard as he slowed down. Pulling his finger out he could see a little gaping hole from his fingers. Bucky quickly pulled out his phone and took a picture of your cunt. You heard the flash noise and just protested with a mumble saying No.

You didn't have the energy so stop him as you laid there breathing heavily. "T-Thank y-you." You thought he was done and that he would leave. "Oh doll. You didn't think I was done did you?" He laughed before getting up and your level.

"W-what?" You looked in his eyes with a confused and fearful look on, while he smiled. "You really think I'm just gonna taste your cunt and finger you till you cum, and not fuck you?" He shook his head 'No' while undoing his suit pants. "Such a selfish girl only thinking about yourself, what about me?"

You attempted to crawl back but was stopped when he grabbed your ankles. "This isn't cat and mouse baby, I'm not gonna chase you." He put your legs over his shoulder and rubbed the tip of his cock near your entrance, collecting your juices. "We're gonna do colors. What's the color?"

"Green." He pushed his cock inside you causing you to make a sort of uncomfortable sound while he groaned at your thighness. "Shit, why are you so tight?" Bucky expected you to be tight but not this tight. "B-been way too l-long." Bucky almost didn't believe that someone as pretty as you haven't gotten fucked.

"Don't worry, I'll break the streak and might even break your back." You let out a gasp as he said those words, but quickly turned into a moan when he thrusted slowly. The thrust was slow but reached deep. Every time his thighs connected to your ass you moaned and shifted up a little.

"So tight." His pace was steady. He didn't want to rush into things just yet. "F-faster?" Your hands reached down to his thighs and pulled them towards you. "You want me to go faster?" It almost sounded like he was unsure of your request. "Yeah." He shook his head slowly before snapping fast.

He put one let down and the other up his shoulder before thrusting. Every thrusted caused your thigh to jiggle and you moan. Skin clapping and was heard as well as your whines. His pace was fast and it seemed like he wasn't gonna stop nor slow down anytime soon. "Do you like this?" Bucky asked, leaning down so he was hovering over yours.

He reached deeper, the further he laid down and it made your eyes cross. You could feel drool coming out the sides of his mouth. You felt his finger rub on your lips and smear your spit all over you, following up with his spit. "Such a dirty whore, getting spit on." Babbles and mumbled words were coming out of your mouth without even knowing.

He was reaching so deep, that you could feel the tip of his cock on your g-spot as much as you wanted him to hit it, you didn't want this to end. His hand went down and rubbed your clit making you cry out. "Bucky!" You didn't mean to yell but it just all felt good.

"You wanna cum?" He could feel the way you clenched around him. You nodded your head fast, but all you got was a slap. "Don't act dumb, use your words." His speed increased faster and his balls slapped against your ass and you could feel the pool table shaking and other balls moving in different directions.

"P-please! I wanna c-cum!" He hummed in satisfaction and leaned down once more and took your right nipple in his mouth while using his hand to play with the other. He was so close that you could feel his hips rub against your clit making you feel like you were in heaven.

Grunts realized from his mouth as he thrusted harder. The pool table was moving from its original spot while you were knocking balls through the holes without even knowing. "Cum for me, cum for me Y/n." Your stomach tightened as you felt your release coming.

"Come on Y/n, cum in your boss's cock like the slut you are." That was it. His dirty talk line could make you cum. You let out a loud moan and came. Your body was shaking especially your legs and Bucky had to hold you down. "Good girl." He muttered.

All it took was for one thing: he would be over. You wanted to help him so you reached over and cupped his balls, squeezing them a little. To your surprise a moan came out his mouth making him blush. You didn't care that he moaned. It was the fact YOU made him moan.

"Do that again doll." You reached down and you felt how his balls swung at your hand fast before gripping them and squeezing them. "Come on Bucky, cum in me." To your surprise Bucky leaned down and kissed you. He stilled as he emptied in you.

His cum was dripping out of you as he pulled back. "Fuck." He pulled out and watched as his cut dripped on the table and the floor. He ran a finger and scooped some of your juices before bringing it to his mouth. "Taste so good." His mouth went down and sucked on your clit before his phone rang. He looked at it and groaned when he saw it was his best friend.

He pushed a finger inside of you and slowly pumped it in and out before answering the call. "What is it Steve?" Your hand covered your mouth as whimpers fell from them. "Fine, I'll be down there." Bucky hung up and pulled his finger out. "Have a taste doll." You opened your mouth a little and he shoved his finger down your throat.

"I have to get a doll, but tomorrow, we'll play pool again." He picked up his pants from off the floor and put them in. He saw his suit and how it was ripped. "You ripped my suit." He made a sad voice. You did feel bad, but it was all too good. "S-sorry." You looked down. "Aw it's fine, as long as you do it because of ME, I'm not complaining."

He picked your panties off the floor before putting them in his pocket and helping you put your shirt back on. He walked you out slowly since your legs felt like jelly and got looks from Luke.

"Tomorrow doll." Was the last thing he said before walking out, leaving you a flushed, weak mess.

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The Meaning of Love

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

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Life comes with expectations. Everyone told me to go to college, get a degree, find a nice man, get married, start a family, grow old together. I intended to do just that, sort of floating through life, not unhappy but not entirely happy either. Like I hadn’t found the exact fit. 

Then I met Jeremy and my life became brighter. We met my senior year of college, literally bumping into each other in the bookstore on campus. He’d spilled coffee all down my front and I laughed, as I’d had to change my shirt earlier that day for doing the exact same thing to myself. He was studying business, his days spent mostly in the library with his nose buried in books or online, trying to keep up with the latest business trends. I was majoring in elementary education with a minor in creative writing, so I definitely spent my fair share in the library too. 

Wherever we went, we had a good time. Jeremy was respectful and kind to me, always making sure I ate, knowing that often I’d forget to. We were together about 6 months before confessing our love for one another, and at a year, he asked me to move in with him. We were well on our way to finishing the typical expectations. Everyone kept asking me if he’d popped the question or when he was going to put a ring on it. We talked about marriage and it was something we were both interested in. It was the normal flow of life.

What no one expected was for me to suddenly gain powers, become what people call an inhuman. 

It happened randomly one day. I was out for a run when suddenly, I tripped. But instead of slamming my palms into the ground, it cracked beneath me, ripples of concrete fanning out from where my palms hovered above the ground. I scrambled back and landed on my ass, scooting backwards from the partially sunken sidewalk. My breath shaking, I look at my hands - not a mark on them. It was probably nothing. A coincidence. But what else could do this?

I called Jeremy as I walked home quickly, asking him what could have caused the sidewalk to crack like that. Of course he was quick to tell me to sue the county, that the sidewalk was dangerous and could’ve seriously injured me. That was just the way he was.

I got home and took a shower, letting the hot water cascade over my shoulders, willing them to relax as I looked down at my palms again. I was so focused on what I was doing, I didn’t hear Jeremy come in. When he touched my shoulder I jumped, my hands coming up to shield myself. But then Jeremy flew back against the door, his back nearly leaving an imprint in the shape of him. 

“I’m so sorry!” I started to cry, looking down at my palms and back at Jeremy. “I don’t know what’s happening to me!”

“Y-you did this?” He choked out, staring at me.

I nod. “I thought the sidewalk was random but this? I don’t…I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

He started to stand up and I took a step towards him, but he threw his hands up, fear flooding his eyes.

“Stay back!”

I stopped. “Jeremy? What..what do you mean?”

His hand scrambles for the door handle, hand scraping against the wood. “Don’t come any closer!”

“Jer..it’s me. I just..I don’t know what’s happening. I need help.” I take another step but he finds the handle and turns it, running out the door but not before he looks at me, fear and anger in his gaze.

“Get away from me, you freak!”

—----

That was 10 years ago. I never saw Jeremy again after that night and I rarely dated, never trusting anyone fully. If Jeremy could be so in love with me and leave me in an instant, how could I ever trust again?

I never went into teaching. No one wanted an inhuman teaching their kids. I did discover more about myself, what it meant to be an inhuman. Someone with powers. But I never trusted anyone. 

Then Clint Barton found me, alone and living in my car. He offered me his hand and told me to come with him, that I would be more than welcome at the Avenger compound. Unfortunately, people there still walked on eggshells around me, never sure if I’d “go off”. Then one day, a firm knock raps on my door and I answer it, breath catching in my throat at the most beautiful, troubled man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Bucky Barnes, aka The Winter Soldier.

He looked like he was bracing for the worst, for my eyes to go wide and to retreat back into my room. But it was very much the opposite, my curious eyes tracing down his metal arm and landing on the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Clint told me you needed training?”

“Oh. Uh I guess so?”

“Come on.”

Bucky trained me how to control my powers, using the skills he learned since getting rid of the brainwashing Hydra had put there. He taught me how to use my powers for my own self, using them to protect others. But he also taught me that in my solace, in others fear of me, fear of myself, of my own power, that I was not alone. He had been through the same thing and was still battling it himself. We eventually found ourselves pressed together, my legs and heart opening to accept him, all of him, as he whispered praises and love in my ear, our bodies melting together.

I thought I knew what love was, but then I met him. Bucky was the missing piece of my life that I had been waiting for. He sees me, loves me for me, isn’t afraid of me. And all of that love and adoration is reflected back at him through my eyes. I can’t imagine my life without him and I know I’ll follow him past the end of the line. 

—----

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[pinkiebieberpie]

i have a thought and i have to share it with the class.

beefy!neighbour!bucky x reader, you two are in your 20s and he is always flirting with you, trying to convince you to go out with him, oh and it works; date with him was great, he was such a gentleman; a lot of little touches, his hands brushing yours; now let's talk about how big he is; size difference!!! you can only imagine all the things he could do to you, with his body and his hands; he is kind of a fuckboy, but he knows how to be respectful;

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[siennafrxst]

↳ a drunken night 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

(part 1)

pairing: sebastian stan x female reader

word count: 587 words

cw: fluff, slight angst(?)

“I’m not drunk, Y/N, I promise.”

“Ohh, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that to convince me.”

Sebastian was currently relying on Y/N’s shoulder, struggling to simply walk in a straight line.

“You’re right, there’s no hiding from you. Besides, we’ve known each other for almost 5 years now, haven’t we? You’re my bestest friend, you know?”

She grinned softly at her drunken friend, caressing his back. “That would’ve been really sweet if it weren’t for the slurriness in your words.”

He lightly chuckled at her statement, shrugging in agreement. “Isn’t that the most amazing-est part? That I’m able to say things like those even while I’m drunk?”

The smile never leaves her face as she sighs, slightly shaking her head. “Come on, Seb, let’s get you to bed.”

She gently grabs onto his hand and carefully guides him to the hotel bed. Fortunately, he obediently follows behind, although, still tripping over his own feet from time to time and making random comments about how handsome Evans looks.

Once she finally manages to tuck him in, she sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing the side of his arm. He smiles at her like a little child, causing a giggle to escape Y/N’s lips. “Good night, Seb.”

She gives his arm a little squeeze before standing up to leave, almost yelping when he suddenly pulls her hand, bringing her back to the bed even closer to him.

The two locked eyes, observing every little detail about the other. She could feel her cheeks burning up, getting lost in those grey eyes of his. A few precious moments have passed by, seconds feeling like hours of intimate staring before Sebastian broke the silence.

“I love you~” he cooed softly, which caused Y/N to sigh and let out some oxygen that she had been unknowingly holding back.

“I love you too. Now go to sleep, we’re going to get in trouble if we don’t get up in time.”

She was about to leave again when he had suddenly cut her off once more.

“No no no, not like that. I love you, Y/N, but as more than a friend. And no, don’t say ‘best friend’ because you know damn well what I mean. I love you.”

She freezes. Her heart paces faster. Her face drops in complete and utter shock. Did he mean that..?

For some reason, she could feel tears beginning to form in her eyes. And her heart fluttering from excitement yet drowning in disappointment. She was feeling all these mixed emotions all at once, her eyes darting back and forth from one eye to the other. No. He was drunk. If this was going to happen, it couldn’t happen in vain.

Sucking up her feelings, she sharply inhales and gulps, preparing the words she was going to say. “Seb, you’re drunk and you’re tired. Today was a long day, you need to rest. Just… look, tomorrow, you can tell me all of this again when you’ve sobered up, okay? Only if you really meant it.”

Sighing in slight disappointment, Sebastian slowly nods at her. “Okay. I will.”

“Now go get some rest.” She plants a soft yet lingering kiss on his forehead, his eyes closing at her touch. “Good night, Sebastian.”

She stands up from the bed once more, giving a little wave as he follows her with his eyes until she leaves his line of sight, the cold silence filling the lonely room.

Maybe he should’ve asked her to stay.

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[griff-us]

TITLE: Can't Pretend Part: One | Word Count: 2,608 NEXT: HERE

PAIRING: Knight!Bucky/Princess!Reader (Black Reader)

WARNINGS: Violence, character death, gore, depictions of violence and death. Smut, eventually. Drama. Run-of-the-mill toxic masculinity. I will update as needed.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

SUMMARY: A bastard knight. An heir to a throne. Both forced to abide by the rules of their station---the roles they were born into. Will they be able to maintain the flames of their love, or be burned by them?

NOTES: I love court intrigue, and drama. I also love the idea of knight Bucky. So here is a butt load of it. I intend this to be multiple parts, though I am not sure how many. But, enjoy! Let me know what you think!

The sun is brutal even from underneath ornately ornamented awnings. Women sit among the makeshift wooden stands fans in hand as they fervently gossip about the latest on-goings and affairs of court. Such drivel; devoid of imagination or spark---always the same lackluster accusations and rumors. Y/N had not come to chat about such things; the tourney always interested her far more. The fanfare, the sport, and on occasion, the bloodshed. Steeds tough as steel gallop the runway on which men with more gall than the average noble ride atop. Metal clatters, men hoop and holler, and another knight is knocked from his horse. Yes, far more interesting than who is bedding who, and for how much.

            Y/N claps along, back straight as a board. Tightly coiled locks pool from the crown of her head where they remained pinned. Gold adorns her skin in necklaces, earrings, and bracelets—her favorite choice as it accents her darkened complexion so tastefully. A perfect visage of her house; proper and fine. She watches with enthusiasm as the second round of riders enters. One catches her eye as he leads his horse toward her pavilion in a flashy show.  Blackened steel glimmers beneath the sweltering sun; Y/N notes the wolf’s head pressed into the metal, and her heart nearly shatters in her chest. She knows that sigil anywhere.

As he nears, the knight lifts his visor to reveal hues like that of the oceans so far off.  Y/N notes the beads of sweat that adorn his brow as he lifts his lance toward the bottom row closest to her. However, before the knight can speak, another woman stands. Y/N can’t help the curl in her upper lip at the sight of Lady Mistell. A crotchety woman so desperate to be wed again.

            “I presume you have come to ask for my favor, Ser James?” Lady Mistell inquires with an upturned nose, as though she may consider denying the request. Odd though, that she would assume someone of such high station would ask the favor of a widow with no coin. Silence grips the stands then, and Y/N watches with an amused sort of smirk as all unfolds. So typical of James to make a scene. A shame then, he had been absent from court all these years.

            “Apologies my lady—” Ser James bows his head, but his gaze drifts to Y/N who notices immediately, as she does with all things. “My princess…” A breath catches in the back of Y/N’s throat, and her mind reels with the implications of his coming request. Is he daft? “…it would be an honor to carry your favor.” All eyes turn to Y/N; there will be talk of this no doubt. There had been rumors of their budding romance much to the disdain of her father. In fact, the king had hated it so much he all but sold the knight into a fortuitous marriage of station and coin that sent him across the seas. To approach her in such a way, and after no warning of his impending return---well Y/N is sure the rumor mill is already churning. But… she must be seen as a gracious host. This is her tourney after all.

            Y/N rises as her hands work to smooth the skirts of her dress. Each step down from under her awning feels as though it adds another ten pounds to her shoulders, but they are calculated and careful. Eyes remain on Y/N as though she were the centerpiece in a show, and she often is.

            “Ser James.” The Princess nods to him once close enough, and slender fingers adorned with jeweled rings toss down the yellow ribbon that had been tied to her wrist---the color of her house. “Do well not to sully it, my knight.” Her tone is soft so that only he may hear. Y/N watches as the knight maneuvers to catch the ribbon and his gaze holds hers with a wide smirk as dexterous fingers quickly tie it to the end of his lance.

            “I would not dream of it, my princess.”

-----

The day wanes. The sun and her restless rays begin to dwindle, and Y/N walks the grounds. Nobles and soldiers alike make their approach, each bowing their heads and giving thanks for her hospitality or commenting on the exquisite taste of the food and drink. She responds in kind with smiles and equal thanks for their participation. This is the matter of her station she finds so---tiring. The politicking, the people pleasing when Y/N wishes for nothing more than a bath and perhaps a book.

            “You look rather bored, Princess.” That familiar voice brings her from her thoughts, and Y/N turns. Ser James stands, the bulk of his armor now removed, a tower compared to her rather small self.

            “There are only so many ways to give gratitude to those who would rather you dead.” Her tone is light despite the subject matter, and she does well to hold a simple smile despite the grin that threatens to break across her face at his presence.

            “From what I hear, my dear princess-“ he falls in step with her then, far enough apart not to gain the attention of prying eyes. “-they adore you, the people. Your people.” James peers down at her from the corner of his eyes, and Y/N’s signature smile drops to a frown.

            “If you ask my father—”

            “He is a fool.”

            Y/N halts her steps, neck craning to hold Ser Jame’s gaze. She does not falter, and the edge in her tone is rather commanding. “You will do well to remember he is your King, Ser James.” A pause.

            “Are you upset with me, princess? I do not remember you typically taking such a tone with me.”

            Y/N snorts; something far different from her typical façade. It always came so easy around him, the way her knight could break down walls and barriers meticulously crafted. Like a mason building the most exquisite of temples, only to be brought down by some greater force. It is sad really, how he still has this effect on her. “If I remember correctly you left, not soon after promising to ask for my hand. Off to marry another, or so I heard from rumors. How is your wife, Ser James?” venom drips from the tip of her tongue, and James does not falter. He deserves this. Even if she well knows the games they must take part in---no matter how much it wounds the heart.

            “Dead.” A simple explanation, still, he explains. “Not a week after our wedding. Consumption.” James tilts his head to the side while he watches Y/N’s face shift through a myriad of expressions.

            “I—am sorry for your loss, James.” The world is still around them for a moment, seconds really. He wants to remind her of his nickname, one bestowed upon him when they were children. To hell with titles and perpetuity and this blasted game they both have been forced to play! Yet, he reframes. Instead, James bows his head gently, hues turning soft as though that may convey how earnestly he means the following sentence. “You have nothing to apologize for, my princess.”

            “James---” Y/N reaches for him, only for the mindful knight to step back, severing any connection her mind may have imagined.

            “You’ve others to attend to—” another bow, this one so much stiffer. “—until later.”

Y/N stands hands held at her middle as the man she loves walks away from her for the second time in her life.

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“You will scuff the floors if you keep pacing like that, my lady” Natasha hums from across the room her languid frame tossed over the crushed red velvet fainting couch as she thumbs through the pages a book. Y/N huffs; her mind racing and anger threatening to froth over like a pot left to boil too long.

“How dare he show his face, unannounced, to my tourney only to tell me of his dead wife and lament his apologies to me!”

“Lament is a strong word.”

Y/N heaves another sigh, what would seem to be the hundredth of that moment and throws her body down near her friend. “I wish to never see him again.” Natasha sits up just as Y/N’s head falls into her lap. The two women had become fast friends since her arrival at court as a foreign dignitary to Y/N’s father. It had not taken long for the woman’s talents in espionage to make themselves known. Within a month’s time, Natasha had cemented herself as the King’s spymaster, and the Princess’s closest of confidants due to the amount of time spent in one another’s company. Now, the two are nearly inseparable, and rarely seen without the other.

“You are being rather unfair, Y/N.” eyes rise, a firm slant set upon Y/N’s lips. But, Natasha continues. “The man was married off due to your father’s disapproval. He had no say in his marriage. And to become a widower after such a short time.” A pause. “James could have cared for that woman and still loved you. Two things can be true at once. We both know he is not a cruel man, Y/N. He is forced to play a game he has no control over. As are you.” Natasha presses a single finger against Y/N’s forehead for emphasis.

“Yes. Yes. Born to rule and tasked with the problems of the kingdom only for mine to be cast aside.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“You are not simply a princess meant to be wed to some lord, or prince for political gain, my lady. You are heir to the throne; love has no room in your life. The throne takes precedence overall.”

“I wish you would cease reminding me, Lady Natasha.”

Both women fall into a comfortable silence. Beyond the thick walls of Y/N’s personal apartments birds sing and servants mill about their duties. Somewhere off in the distance, a lute plays a languid tune just as the sun begins her descent from the sky.

“I have missed him.” Y/N finally relents her voice barely above a whisper.

“I know, my dear. I know.”

----

The end of the week brings yet another gathering of nobles, and no sign of Ser James. Y/N sits to the right of her father at their table fingers merely toying with the now cold bread on her silver platter. A band plays a tune at the other end of the hall, the sound loud and obnoxious beneath tapestries meant to bring warmth to the room. Y/N finds it suffocating. A fact most evident by the rather sour expression painted on her face.

“Go and dance, daughter.” The King ushers her forward with both hands; fat fingers adorned in countless rings and shiny things. Spoils of war, and conquest. Y/N sighs gently but abides by her father’s wishes. His temper has been that of a wild dog as of late; content one moment and then rabid the next. She stands, golden gown of satin and lace cascading down each step toward the center of the hall. The band halts its tune in time for someone far off to announce her presence. All cease their movements for a moment to bow or courtesy in respect. Y/N nods solemnly in return, hands clasped at her front while she waits for one brave man to ask her for a dance. The others continue about their jig.

“I don’t remember these gatherings being so boring.” As if summoned by the Gods themselves, Ser James all but manifests from the crowd. Y/N smiles gently, not before correcting her features and donning her typical stoic glance.

“Perhaps because you spent all your time at court galivanting around and challenging noblemen to duels.” James beams at Y/N,  happy to hear her speak what seems so fondly of his time spent at court. His lips curl just so in that way they do before he laughs.

“Yes well….” He pauses, chin upturned, and brows taught at their center. “I don’t really have an excuse for that.” Y/N chuckles softly to herself, mindful of the eyes that watch over them. “Come, dance with me, Princess.” Ser James holds out a hand to her, and it is as if the world freezes for a moment.

There are implications to this dance; implications in everything Y/N is seen to do. To dance with a man all but sent from court for the fault of asking for her hand in marriage? To dance with a man who returns to court, unannounced, so shortly after the death of his wife? Scandalous. Salacious. But he stands before her in dashing attire; the sigil of his house forged by his own hands sewn into blackened tunic. His hair half pulled back to keep from his eye’s cascades down wide shoulders and stubble has begun to sprout since their last meeting at the tourney ground. Handsome indeed, and by Gods she want nothing more than to take his hand and dance as they used to.

“You are still in mourning, Ser James.” Words tumble from her lips before any thought can really be applied to them, and James’s lips turn into something akin to a frown.

“I am rather tired of all these unspoken rules, and I know you are as well, Princes. Once dance? As we used to.”

Y/N nods absently and slips her hand into his own, so massive in comparison. She wonders briefly as he tugs her deeper into the dance floor how they may feel against her skin. The band begins another song, one she and James had waltzed to plenty of times while hidden away in the gardens. Both fall into step with one another easily; Y/Ns palms against his own, the other pressed against the broad expanse of his chest. This close he smells of leather and grass. She levels her gaze past him while James sweeps her across the floor. There is no tell how much more of her demeanor she may lose were she to become lost in his eyes.

“I see you have not lost your touch.” He speaks suddenly, rocking the princess from her thoughts. Y/N peers up, her heart hammering in the center of her chest.

“Surprising. I have little time to dance between classes and lectures.”

“How boring. No more nightly escapes into the woods?” Ser James inquires with a knowing smirk, and Y/N can not help but roll her eyes.

“I am too old for such nonsense.”

“And who told you that?” his head dips lower, the point of his nose skimming the defined line of her cheek. His breath fans past her ear; Y/N sputters, brows creasing and jaw tight.  Everyone. From her ladies in waiting, to her father, to his advisors---you are too old to enjoy such things, Princess. An heir must always be seen as dignified. Heat envelopes her face; embarrassment evident. And after a moment’s silence the sudden realization of just how undignified she seems now grips her.

“Y/N….” James regards her with concern, and it is as if she is snapped back into reality. The princess pulls away suddenly, hands clasped at her front. James watches as sadness seems to overtake her.

“Thank you for the dance, Ser James.” She nods and begins her walk back to her seat by her father’s side. James bows stiffly and watches her retreat; not before the hardened gray hues of the King glues him to the spot. The king need not say a word. James can decipher enough from looks alone.

Leave.

And so, he does.

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[lewishamiltonstuff]

What is it with the men I stan (or used to) dating girls wayyyyy too young for them???!!

MAKE. IT. MAKE. SENSE.

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[altagraye]

So I made a tiktok. I hope it's legible. And I hope it's good. And now I have a new favorite song! Sleep token is awesome! Quality, baby making metal! 🫠😉😍

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[leavemeslowly]

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[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

Only the Right People

Serial Killer!Bucky X Serial Killer!Reader Detective Marc Spector The night was quiet, you had been expecting to deal with more people than usual but they were clearly onto your ideas. The men were flocking to your area, dying to get a glimpse of the temptress that danced behind the curtain. MINORS DNI a/n:this is a DARK fic through and through, descriptions of murder, gore, violence, child abuse, drugs, please read with caution also if i ruined a favorite character of yours i am so sorry in advance.

The night was quiet, you had been expecting to deal with more people than usual but they were clearly onto your ideas. The men were flocking to your area, dying to get a glimpse of the temptress that danced behind the curtain. Of course you knew better than to indulge them, the right one would press his luck and show his cards when the time was right. Your partner always made sure to lead the best ones to you.

Your hips swayed to the music, the bass reverberating through the floor and up your legs as you waited with bated breath. Surely he would find someone sooner rather than later, he never disappointed you in the slightest. It was why the two of you worked so well together, you would be the bait, and he would find the victims.

You could feel his presence, waiting just outside the curtain as if waiting for you to be unaware he was actually there, ready to pounce. Maybe you’d be on your own that night, tearing the man apart with your own devices.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” You smirked at the deep timber of his voice, letting you know he was right there.

The gentleman’s breath hitched in his throat, he’d been found out and was about to find out why you didn’t fuck around in this club.

“Baby, don’t be mean to him, I’m sure he has a very good reason for breaking the rules of the club,” You stepped out from behind the curtain, the robe slip covering your lace adorned body.

Bucky smirked, he knew how much you loved torturing the downright scum of the earth, the men, and women alike, that deserved what they got. Was it considered sick? Of course, but that wasn’t going to stop either of you from killing these people.

You’d leave their bodies with all the evidence they needed, detailed lists on who they truly were behind closed doors. The police were always looking for you two, forced to keep it on the downlow so as to not alert the public. What kind of panic would that send everyone into if they knew two serial killers were on the loose?

“Take him to the basement, I have just the thing for him,” You were excited, it had been a slow week with nothing to do but kill time(ha)until the next victim came long.

Bucky gagged the man, pushing him down into what you’d started calling your “fun chamber” and tying him up in the metal chair in a metal chair that sat in the center of the room. The room had been soundproofed immediately, not wanting to give away what was going on between those four walls.

You’d convinced Bucky to install a sound system, you enjoyed playing some music during the weekly, sometimes daily, tortures.

“Now, my friend here mentioned that you were caught touching little girls, now they can’t defend themselves against someone twice their size, now can they?” You’d changed into your more appropriate attire, making sure your body was covered against any bodily fluids.

The man was screaming behind his gag, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched you pull out your array of “toys”. You’d acquired the multiple knives over the course of a few years, sharpening each one until they could split a single hair in half. Bucky had offered some of his own, you declined him, saying he could use his own weapons for someone special.

“I even heard that you went after your little niece, barely three years old. Now what kind of sick fuck does that to a baby?” You cut through his shirt, the tip of the knife digging into his skin.

Blood spilled down the soft skin of his stomach, leading down to the jeans that were straining against the roundness of his belly. Bucky was standing behind you, fiddling with his phone to find the perfect song of the night.

“Everyone’s gonna know that you liked to abuse children, especially your sister and brother-in-law, now isn’t that fun?” You smirked once music started to play inside the room.

Blood began to pour steadily down his body with each cut, you knew never to make the wounds fatal too early, they deserved to suffer for what they did. Bucky stood back and watched, waiting for his moment to strike, he always enjoyed killing the pedophiles.

“Saving the world by taking out one pedophile at a time,” Bucky spread the knife across the other man’s throat, setting the knife down as he began to choke on his own blood.

The hard part would be to clean up, once he was drained of blood you would clean everything up, tie him into a plastic bag and drop him off near the police station with the evidence. Why would they want to find his killers after knowing how many childrens lives he ruined? 

“Definitely one of the better song choices I have to admit,” You finished mopping the floor, wiping the sweat from your brow.

“I heard it playing on the radio the other day, though it’d be appropriate,” Bucky smiled, tying off the bag to keep any loose blood sealed inside.

“Well thank you, it was very much appreciated,” You reached over to grab the folder containing all the evidence.

The photos sickened you, Bucky had found them from the asshole’s personal computer, something else you were gladly dropping off with the police. If they tried to cover it up, well they’d each meet their end as well.

“Let’s go drop this guy off and get something to eat, I’m starving,” Bucky picked him up, pulling up his hoodie so no one could recognize him the moment you guys got outside.

The backlot was always pitch black, something you and Bucky had decided was a better idea when taking bodies out to the precinct. The car was exactly where you’d left it, sitting beside the building with the trunk closest to the door.

You hit the button quickly, unlocking it so Bucky didn’t have to carry that sack of shit for any longer than he had to. He knew not to drop the body inside, lest the sound of the car creaking gather anymore attention. No one usually paid you any mind though, not when you showed up at the club, not even when you would sometimes leave with an extra bruise.

Bucky tried to prevent you from getting hurt whenever he could, but sometimes they would get loose and he couldn’t prevent it. It was always the women that managed to leave a mark, whether it was a solid punch, or a scratch mark on your arm. You would cut off their nails if that ever happened, digging out any evidence the police could use to find you.

Bucky frowned during the drive over, noticing that there was blood on his hoodie, he’d have to burn it once you guys got back to your house. That was something you always did, if there was anything that had blood and couldn’t be cleaned, you would burn it immediately.

“I’m gonna have to burn this hoodie, didn’t realize I got blood on it,” Bucky was frowning, that much you could tell in the dark cab of the car.

“I’ll buy you a new one, we have plenty of money to lay low for a while anyway,” You didn’t like having too much time off, but the police were getting restless.

It would only be a matter of time before someone found out it was the two of you and ratted you out, so you’d keep low until enough time had passed to find someone else.

“Are you going to stay at the club?” Bucky knew the answer would be yes no matter what, you couldn’t suddenly leave your job after another person came up murdered.

“You know I am, I can’t risk us getting caught,” You pouted at him as he drove, mainly annoyed that you had to work somewhere you hated.

It was a way to keep the police off your trail, and that was all that mattered, Bucky was your personal bodyguard when it came to shitty customers.

“I know babe, just make sure that if anyone tries to touch you, report it to me immediately,” Bucky pulled into the precinct, choosing the darkest area that the cameras never seemed to check.

Once the body was laid out perfectly, the evidence covered with its own tarp had the weather decided to suddenly change up on you, you and Bucky left. First thing on the list was getting dinner, and finally getting some goddamn sleep for the night. ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱

Marc had been staring at his screen for hours, eyes burning as he struggled to stay awake at his desk. They’d been searching for whoever was the cause for a sudden rise in murders for the last three years. It didn’t make any sense as to why they left all the damning evidence, murder was still illegal.

“Marc? We’re heading out for the night,” Arthur, one of the other detectives Marc had recently started working with, popped his head into his office.

“Alright, I’m gonna keep looking over this evidence,” Marc didn’t even look away from the screen, rubbing at his tired eyes.

“Make sure you don’t stay up all night, won’t be good for you,” Arthur nodded at him, heading out of the building for the day.

Marc normally gave up after a while, deciding that it wouldn’t do him any good to keep staring at the same exact evidence for hours on end. There hadn’t been a new case in almost a month, leading them to yet another dead end. Whoever was killing these people were smart, leaving absolutely no evidence behind that could lead them to their killers.

“What if it’s two people, not just one?” Marc mumbled to himself, maybe they weren’t looking at this the right way.

His phone started ringing, making him nearly jump out of his seat before he answered it with a tired, hello?

“There’s been another murder, pedophile this time,” Sam Wilson, one of the best detectives Marc had ever worked with, sighed into the other end.

Of course there had been another murder, it had gotten too quiet for things to seem like they were finally dying down. He grabbed his badge and gun, knowing he would have to head down to wherever the body was found.  Layla was going to be so upset.

“I’m on my way, make sure they don’t move anything,” Marc ended the call, making his way out of the building and to his car.

He pulled up to the parking lot after twenty minutes, police officers surrounding what he assumed to be the body as he parked. There were lights everywhere, showcasing anything that could count as evidence.

“They already checked the cameras, no one saw a thing,” Shit, of course that’s how things were going to be.

“Whoever this is is too damn smart for their own good,” Marc scoffed, heading over to where the body was.

They hadn’t cut through the tarp, leaving both the body, and the startling amount of evidence beside it, completely untouched. He could see what looked like an image of a child just peeking out from one of the folders.

“Cut it open, we need to see who this is,” Marc wasn’t sure how he’d ever feel had it been someone he knew personally, the thought terrified him.

One of the cops on duty knelt down, cutting open the tarp with shaking hands.

“That’s the principal from the school nearby, what the fuck,” Marc was sickened, this man worked with children daily.

Peter Quill, married with two children of his own, was often found at the park with his wife and kids on the weekends and playing pool at the bar at night. Who would’ve thought he had such a sick second life.

“Get him down to the morgue, I’m gonna bring this evidence back to base,” Marc knew it was going to be another long night, he’d have to call Layla when he got back.

“At least get something to eat, you’re gonna be up all night looking over this, and the last thing you need is a burnout,” Sam was right, Marc tended to bury himself in his work when it came to new evidence.

Marc chuckled, grabbing the evidence bags to take them over to his car. He’d have to eat before looking at everything, he always lost his appetite after seeing what the killers left for him.

“I’ll keep that in mind, see if they can figure out when he was killed.” Sam was one of the only people who worked as hard as Marc did, determined to find the serial killer.

Layla was thankfully understanding, telling Marc to at least try and get some rest so he wouldn’t end up falling asleep at work again.

They had been trying to work on their marriage, mainly struggling with how often Marc was stuck at the office. He’d apologized a million times, telling her he wanted nothing more than to spend time with her. Maybe things weren’t going to work out, not unless he could find the time to actually leave work for longer than a few hours at a time.

He plopped down in front of his computer, filtering through the files that he’d been given. The photos nearly brought up his dinner, so many different children stared back at him. They were so young, their childhoods ruined thanks to such a selfish asshole. The laptop was easier to crack into than he expected, detailing different instances where he’d met up with other pedophiles.

“Wait, these people are different victims, I recognize these names,” Marc started to catalog all the names into a list.

There wasn’t a single name that wasn’t in Peter’s computer that wasn’t a victim on their list. Whoever was killing these people knew exactly who to look for, as if they had done their personal research for months. How could they afford this though? Surely it would get too costly to continue after a while.

“There hasn’t even been a spike in suspicious shopping, so where the hell are they going?” Marc had put alerts to any hardware store for any suspicious looking people buying in bulk. Whoever this was made sure to lay low enough to slip under the radar.

As he continued searching through the massive amounts of photos, and messages, Marc decided it was time to call it a night. He could come back with a clear mind and dig a little deeper into the evidence, there was something he was missing and the lack of sleep didn’t help.

He’d find these killers, no matter what toll it took on him.

▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱ Bucky was snoring softly, arms wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully, whereas you had been up for nearly two hours. Most people would call you monsters, asking how you could kill someone in cold blood and still sleep at night. Most murders didn’t bother you, you knew deep down that murdering them wasn’t right, but they would never go to prison for what they did.

Judge, Jury, and Executioner.

It was something you’d called yourselves, determined to prove mainly to yourselves that you were doing something right. These horrible people would get away with their crimes, continue to live their lives as if they hadn’t ruined countless others. Your parents had been the same as any person you’d murdered, beating upon you and your siblings until you were old enough to escape.

Bucky was the same way, he’d been hurt countless times before he stood up to his father, nearly killing the man for putting his hands on his younger sister. Rebecca deserved better than what their father had done to them, and Bucky was determined to prove that to them. She was now married to a man that adored her with two children of her own. Bucky regretted leaving that life behind at times, but he couldn’t risk the police catching him and accusing her of hiding everything.

The last you’d heard your older brother had died from an overdose, heroin if you remembered correctly. You weren’t entirely surprised that he’d fallen into a life of drugs, it was only a matter of time before one of you had fallen into its deadly grip.

You’d nearly gotten into that lifestyle, dragged out kicking and screaming by none other than Bucky himself. You were drinking yourself to blackouts nightly at the club, almost losing your job on more than one occasion. Getting sober wasn’t something on your bucket list, but after five years clean, you weren’t complaining.

“Bucky?” You nudged him gently, laying a hand against his shoulder.

“Hmm?” He lifted his head slowly, glancing around the room to make sure everything was still alright.

“I can’t sleep, had that nightmare again,” You scooted down so you were both lying face to face. 

“Your parents aren’t going to be able to hurt you anymore, not with me around doll,” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest.

You smiled softly, cuddling into his embrace with a soft sight. Bucky always knew what to say when you were feeling upset. It was obvious to anyone looking at you from the outside that you were in love, you didn’t bother to hide it.

“Why don’t we get married?” Bucky had been trying to convince you both to elope for years, moving on when you always seemed to ignore his proposal.

“And do you have a ring Mr. Barnes?” You never believed him, though you wanted nothing more than to get married to Bucky.

“And if I do?” He had been running his hands along your back since he’d pulled you into his arms.

“Wait, do you actually have a ring?” You pushed yourself up, shocked that Bucky had been able to keep it a secret from you.

He smirked, reaching over into his bedside table to rummage around, he rolled back over with a soft ‘aha!’ holding out the ring box to you. Bucky was serious, he wanted to make you his wife and had the ring to prove it. “I know it’s not the most romantic thing, but what do you say, will you marry me?” Bucky popped the ring box open, the most amazing ring sitting nestled inside.

You threw your arms around his neck, pressing kisses all over his face in excitement.

“Yes!” You didn’t even want to pull away long enough for him to slide the ring on.

Bucky did it for you, sliding the ring from the box onto your finger that was still wrapped around his neck. He could’ve shed tears when he realized it was a perfect fit, he’d been guessing when he bought the ring.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” You couldn’t stop smiling, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stared down at Bucky.

“I can’t wait either, my gorgeous fiance,” Bucky smirked as your face flushed, he wouldn’t get tired of that any time soon.

▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱ 2 Years Later

The precinct was silent as Marc paced his office, there hadn’t been another murder since Peter Quill, so what happened? Had the killer given up? No, that seemed too easy for something so hellbent on killing bad people. They were still innocent people though, people that could have been arrested for the crimes they’d committed.

“Hey, someone’s down in the main office saying they know you,” Sam looked a little nervous, the only person that had visited him was Layla, and even that was few and far between.

Marc set down his coffee, leaving his office to go down and see who could possibly be asking to see him. The moment he stepped out into the spacious office he was shocked to see you standing there, a soft white sundress adorning your body.

“Holy shit, it’s so good to see you!” Marc ran over, wrapping his arms tight around you.

He hadn’t seen you in years, mainly due to his job and the fact that you worked overnight when he was also working. He had recently met your husband, you quickly explained you’d both decided to elope seeing as it was the much cheaper option.

“Nice to see you too Mr. Spector,” Your smile was contagious, broadening the one on his own face.

“What brings you around this neck of the woods, haven’t seen you in forever,” It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see you, it was just a shock.

“I was in the neighborhood looking at houses with Bucky when I thought, why not? So here I am,” You squeezed him one last time before stepping out of the embrace.

“So things are going good for you and him?” Marc could see how much you loved your husband, you smiled at the mere mention of him.

“They’re perfect, I can’t think of a better man to spend the rest of my life with, we’ve been thinking of having children,” It was a tough decision, one you refused to think about at first.

Marc smiled softly, he knew you’d be an amazing mother, even with the past trauma you dealt with you came out a much better person than anyone he’d ever known. He had wanted that for Layla and himself, but things happened differently for them.

“You’ll be amazing parents, I can already tell,” Marc wanted a better life for you, something where you would be happy no matter what.

“As if we’re not going to make you an honorary uncle, gonna make sure you’re around all the time,” Marc was shocked, you’d really do that for him?

“I’m honored, thank you,” Marc glanced over as the doors opened, Bucky walking into the building in search of you.

His smile was beaming the moment he laid eyes on you, Marc almost felt bad for even standing near you when Bucky was around. He knew it wasn’t anything serious though, Bucky was your husband and you loved him.

“There you are, I was starting to think you finally ditched me,” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I would never and you know it,” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, resting against his chest.

Marc raised a brow, smirking as you buried yourself further in Bucky’s body as if trying to hide from Marc’s playful look.

“As much fun as it was to catch up, Bucky and I really do have to get going, we’re meeting with the realtor in a little bit and I am not losing my house to someone else,” You’d found the perfect house recently and were ready to put an offer in.

“Well I’ll leave you two to it, just give me a call if you guys want to get together over lunch or something,” Marc wanted to get you back in his life, even if for only an hour.

“Absolutely! I’ll give you a call if everything goes through with the house,” You bid a quick farewell, Bucky giving a small wave before the pair of you left.

Marc took a slow breath, he hadn’t admitted to anyone at the precinct, or to anyone he worked with that he’d discovered new evidence on who the killers might be. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to dig any deeper into the case, not when the main suspects had just left his presence.

They deserved a good life, even if Marc had to live with that secret for the rest of his.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes ff #marvel #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fic #marc spector #marc spector fic #marc spector angst #angst #moon knight #moon knight fic #sam wilson #peter quill

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MASTERLIST marvel

Welcome to my main masterlist!

* means contains smut for 18+ only!

masterlist by characters

Bucky Barnes

comfort comforting Bucky after a nightmare museum you and your bf visit a museum of ww2 there for you him comforting you Valentines Day * How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day period sex * you're on your period and Bucky helps you ease the pain

Tony Stark

the new suit working on a new suit together leads to unexpected confessions ropes* Tony and you trying out something new I'm in charge * this time it's your turn to tie him up Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day needy * basically morning sex with Tony

Clint Barton

showers * your bodyguard joining in on a shower Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

Steve Rogers

Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

Loki Laufeyson

Valentines Day How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

Thor Odinson

Valentines Day * How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

imagines and drabbles

How the Marvel men (and women) treat you on Valentines Day

Bucky* fluff and implied smut

Tony * fluff and implied smut

Steve just fluff

Loki just fluff

Thor* little bit of fluff, implied smut

Clint fluff

Quill fluff

The Marvel Women fluff

#marvel #marvel fic #marvel fluff #marvel imagines #clint barton #clint barton fic #hawkeye #jeremy renner #bucky barnes #bucky barnes ff #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #backy barnes x reader #sebastian stan #robert downey jr #tony stark #tony stark x reader #iron man #fluff #one shots #imagines #masterlist #marvel masterlist #captain america #chris evans #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader

[alirhi]

Y'all, I am weak for those big green eyes 😍 It is unfair how beautiful this man is

#robert sheehan #misfits #nathan young #cherrybomb #luke #the road within #vincent #the messenger #jack #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #number four #hyperfixation's a bitch #especially when your hyperfixation is people ffs #but god damn this man is PRETTY #and so fucking talented #really need to see him and sebastian stan in something together #and avan jogia #please please please #hollywood make this happen!

[catierambles]

People magazine, are you, in fact, aware that Sebastian Stan's dating history is his business and, therefore, none of yours?

#sebastian stan #ffs

[bloodpen-to-paper]

Wow I loved The 355, the female cast was so fun and it was so diverse, can’t wait to see what the Tumblr community has to say about-

#ffs can yall stop making everything about the cishet white man for 2 seconds goddamn #literally added this movie to my watchlist because of the racially diverse female cast #if you watched it cause of sebastian stan its fine idc #but im begging you stop clogging up the tags with seb gifs #he aint even a main character and he was gone for like half the movie #the 355 #feminism