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queen-of-the-avengers · 7 months

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Knight in Shining Motorcycle: Part Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: feeling rejected and heartbroken, going on yet another bad date, belittling wait staff (by the date), fluff at the end

Summary: It's been a month since the incident with Jackson. It's been a month since you felt Bucky's arms around you. It's been a month and he hasn't said one word about it, and seems like he's gone back to his usual ways. It's time for you to move but why can't you?

read part one here: Knight in Shining Motorcycle

Squares Filled: seeking comfort in best friend (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

It’s been a month since you and Bucky shared a bed. It’s been a month since he saved you from that disastrous date with Jackson. It’s been a month since you felt his arms around you, and you haven’t felt them since. It’s like after that night, Bucky went back to his normal ways of fucking a new girl every week. He refuses to think about that night, talk about that night, and acknowledge that it even happened.

Sometimes, he’d bring two girls back to the apartment for a very long night of you wanting to kill yourself from the noises you’d hear. You don’t get it. You thought you two had something. Were you just a means to an end? Another girl to get into his bed even though you never did anything other than sleep? Another notch in his belt?

The only person you can find comfort in is your best friend and Bucky’s sister, Mia. She’s the only one who will hear you complain about him because everyone does it. All of her friends who have gotten involved with Bucky have complained to her about how he didn’t treat them right or they caught feelings but he tossed them aside like they meant nothing.

However, this time it’s different. It’s the way you talk about Bucky or the way she sees him with other girls that makes her think there is something more to this than meets the eye.

“He hasn’t said anything to you?” you ask and fiddle with your cappuccino.

“No, sorry, hun.”

“I should move out. I don’t know where I’d go.”

“I wish I could say you can stay with me. Ty and I just converted the spare bedroom into our home office.”

“I know. I appreciate the offer. I have a little money saved but I have to tough it out until I get enough to afford something small.”

“Ty’s sister is a real estate agent. I can give her your number and she can try and help you out.”

“Yeah, maybe. I’m still trying to figure things out.”

“Hey, can Ty and I borrow your car this weekend? Ours is in the shop and we planned a romantic weekend up north.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll drop it off the night before.”

“Thanks!”

You take a sip from your coffee and hear a motorcycle in the distance. You’d recognize that bike anywhere. Bucky pulls up near the cafe where you and Mia are and parks on the side of the road. He has a girl on the back of his bike that he no doubt met that day. Right in front of him is some fancy clothing store she wanted to go to. She gets off the bike, removes her helmet, and leaves him on the bike to go inside the store alone.

Bucky looks in your general direction but with his helmet on, it’s hard to determine exactly what he is looking at. Still, that doesn’t stop the glare you’re giving him.

“Just ignore him,” Mia says and pops a doughnut hole into her mouth.

“Easier said than done,” you mutter and look away from him. “That next morning, he acted like nothing happened. I figured he didn’t want to talk about it. Then a couple of days passed and he still didn’t mention it. Weeks went by and now I know he’s doing this to me on purpose. He’s being an ass.”

Bucky gets off his bike and takes off his helmet to get some fresh air, and he leans against the side of it effortlessly. If you were to do that, you’d surely knock the bike over. He waits for his fuck buddy to come out of the store, and she bounces over to him with a bag in hand. She wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her in for a kiss.

It’s the kind of kiss that is meant for the bedroom but also the kind of kiss you want to show off to someone. You can’t be here anymore.

“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

You get up and toss some bills onto the table for your drink and leave in the opposite direction of Bucky and his new toy.

Bucky pulls away from the girl and looks over to where you and Mia are. When he doesn’t see you, he looks around for you only to see your retreating figure. He feels like shit for doing that. He absentmindedly rubs the knuckles that hold small scars from when he beat Jackson up for what he did to you.

You take the entire day to walk around town and be by yourself, so when you get home it’s already dark. Bucky is in the kitchen cooking something when you put your keys in the bowl by the front door. You round the corner and see him cooking something with only a towel wrapped around his waist as if he just got out of the shower. However, there isn’t any water on his body.

“Grab it while it’s hot,” he says.

“Really? You’re cooking in a towel? You couldn’t have gotten dressed first?”

He opens his mouth to reply but someone speaks from his bedroom that interrupts him.

“Bucky, where are you? I’m getting lonely.”

Bucky doesn’t feel guilty that he has a girl over. He feels guilty that you caught him. He sees the heartbroken look in your eyes that makes him want to shoot himself.

“Thanks for the offer but I’m not hungry. I’m sleeping over at Mia’s tonight.”

He lets you walk away.

The weekend comes quicker than you’d like. Without a car, you’re stuck in the apartment, and you’re not about to ask Bucky for a ride on his motorcycle. You’re stuck in your room on your phone when you get a message from Mia.

Hey, I know you didn’t ask for this but I hooked you up with someone Ty knows. He’s super nice!

like a blind date?

Yeah. I can tell him you’re not interested. I figured this is your chance to get over my brother.

yeah, i can try. where is the date?

At the new bar that just opened next to the cafe. His name is Travis. I told him 7 tonight.

okay. thank you. i’ll let you know how it goes.

Seven is three hours away, so you better get ready now. After taking a shower, you look in your closet for something to wear and come across the dress you wore for your date with Jackson. You haven’t worn it since because of the memories attached to it. Not memories of Jackson, memories of Bucky. Next to that dress is Bucky’s leather jacket he told you to keep. Like the dress, you haven’t worn it since and you’re sure as hell not going to wear it now.

There is a floral print dress that goes down to your ankles. It’s off the shoulders with long sleeves down to your wrists that bunches so the sleeves look flowy instead of compressed. The entire dress is flowy and light, perfect for a blind date. The match, you have chunky white wedges that give you a few extra inches. You keep your makeup light, hair down in soft waves, and jewelry that compliments the dress.

You leave your room and look at Bucky’s closed door. He’s been spending a lot of time in his room this past week with girls he picks up from anywhere. The only reason you’re telling him where you’re going is because you live with him. If you don’t, he’ll send an army to go look for you. There are noises and giggling coming from inside the room but when you knock, they cease.

One minute later, the door opens a crack and Bucky stands there with messy hair and sweats on.

“I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.”

Bucky takes a moment to look at the outfit you’ve chosen and his demeanour changes immediately.

“Where are you going?”

“I have a date.”

“You don’t have a car.”

“I’ll Uber. Have fun with your girlfriend.”

You leave before he has a chance to say anything else. It takes the Uber ten minutes to get to you and another thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. Mia sent you a picture of what the man looks like but it was grainy and unclear. You step out with your phone in hand while looking around for Travis.

“Y/N?”

You turn to see an attractive man wearing a nice suit. You look at the picture once more to confirm it’s Travis, which it is.

“You must be Travis,” you chuckle nervously.

“Yeah. Wow, Mia sent me your picture but nothing compares to real life. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you blush.

“I made us a reservation. Shall we go inside?”

“After you.”

You two walk inside, get your table, order, and start chatting about your lives. Travis is a bit boring when it comes to having adventures. Unlike you. You can write a book about the adventures you’ve been on because you have Bucky as a roommate. When he’s not fucking some random girl, he’s actually pretty cool to hang out with. You two have been everywhere in town doing all sorts of things.

“So, what do you do for work?” Travis asks and sips his drink.

“Uh, I am an IT specialist who works from home. I get calls daily on how to fix computers and other tech-related stuff. It pays well and I get to stay home, so that’s a bonus.”

“That’s awesome. I’m terrible when it comes to computers.”

“What do you do?”

“I am a financial manager. Like you, it pays well but I’m stuck in meetings and in the office all the time.”

“Have you always wanted to work in the financial world?”

The waitress comes by with your food and sets the plates in front of you and Travis. You think she’s going to walk away and you can continue your conversation with Travis, but that’s not what happens.

“Am I supposed to be impressed with this?” he asks angrily.

“Excuse me?” the waitress stutters.

“I don’t even have to touch this to know it’s cold. Do I have to go back there and tell you how to do your damn job?”

Your mouth opens in embarrassment and shock.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll take this back right now and have it fixed.”

The waitress grabs the plate without looking at you and leaves immediately. Poor thing looks like she is going to cry. Travis shakes his head and turns back to you as if this never happened.

“So, anyway, I went to business school and all that, but it’s nice to get out of the office every once in a while, you know?”

You have no idea what to say. Mistreating waitstaff is an immediate turn off. Everything attractive about this man suddenly turns sour. You’re lucky you saw this early on instead of at the end of the date.

“I’m sorry, I have to use the ladies room. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, sure.”

You take everything you own with you because you’re not coming back to this table. You make it seem like you’re going to the bathroom in case he’s watching but once your table is out of sight, you find the first waitress you see which so happens to be yours.

“Hey, I am so sorry about the way he spoke to you like that. I don’t even know him. My best friend set me up. Listen, I gotta get out of here but the table we’re at is by the door. Is there a back entrance I can use?”

“Yeah, I got you. He gave me the ick as soon as I saw him,” she shutters. “Follow me.” She takes you through the kitchen and the back door that they use when they go on breaks. “Good luck.”

“Oh, and don’t be afraid to spit in his food.”

“Trust me, the cook’s all over it.”

You walk through the small alley next to the bar to the main street. You take out your phone to call an Uber, but luck has it so that you don’t have any service. You try moving the phone around, even walking down to the street light, but nothing comes up.

“Damn it,” you mutter.

You can’t call Mia. You can’t use your car because she has it. The only person you know is Bucky. Should you call him? He’s probably frolicking with that woman still. Even if you were to call him, he’d probably hate you for ruining his date. The only other option is to walk home even though it took thirty minutes to get here by car.

The road stretches through the mountain briefly which you don’t want to walk through but what else are you gonna do? If you can’t get service in a busy restaurant area, there is no way you’re gonna get service in the mountains. The walk gives you time to think about your life. You have a good job that pays well but you can’t keep living with Bucky if it means seeing him with all these women. You have a major thing for him and it kills you to know you’re not the one he’s going home with.

Ten minutes go by until you hear the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle. It races past you without a second thought, screeches to a stop, turns around, and slowly creeps up behind you. You don’t have to see who it is to know who it is. Bucky pulls up next to you and walks the bike to keep up with your pace.

“Get on the bike.”

“No, I’ll walk. Thanks.”

“Don’t be difficult, Y/N. Get on the bike.”

“How the hell did you even find me?”

“I asked Mia. She told me the guy you were on a date with. I looked him up, and he posted to his Facebook about how his date ditched him, and all women are beneath him. He’s a fucking loser. I mean, he still uses Facebook,” he chuckles. “I figured you were out here somewhere.”

“Stop stalking me,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll meet you at home.”

“Get on the damn bike.”

“No!” Bucky revs his engine and surges forward, parking right in front of you to prevent you from going further. You try to go around him but he moves his bike in your path. “Why the hell do you care about me? You’ve proven I mean nothing to you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks and gets off his bike.

“You fucking know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, then you’re not worth my time.” You try pushing past him to continue your walk but he grabs your arm to prevent you from doing so. You quickly turn and slap his face. The shock is enough for him to let go of you. “Don’t fucking touch me. The last time you touched me, you left and never spoke of it again. Just go, please. You have a girl waiting for you at home. Just go to her.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she’s not you!” he yells loudly.

“Do better,” you scoff.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself. “I love you!” You pause to take in the information. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I’ve been trying all month to get you out of my head. None of the girls I’ve brought home have ever stuck because they’re not you. Being with you that one night has been better than anything I’ve done all fucking month.”

“Then why did you let me walk away?” you ask in a heartbreaking tone.

“Because I’m an idiot. Because you’re the realest thing I’ve ever had, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

Silence befalls the two of you, and you look around the desolate road.

“So, what are you gonna do about it?”

More silence. Bucky takes three big steps to get to you, grabs your waist with one hand, slides his other into your hair, and kisses you like he was supposed to a month ago. His lips fit so perfectly against your own like they belong there. You’ve pictured this moment in so many different ways, but this is not on your list.

“Are we really doing this?” you ask when he pulls away.

“Do you want to?” You nod with a smile. “You’re my girl now.”

“No more other women.”

“I’ve got the one I want.”

He leans down and kisses you again, this time, making your head soar to new places.

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fandoms-writings · 10 months

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Pairing: DBF!Bucky x college!reader

Word Count: over 3K

Summary: You were hoping to sneak away after being at your fathers for a summer party, but Bucky has other ideas.

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging, p in v sex, Bucky is a menace in this okay?

Part 1 || Bucky Masterlist || Masterpost

The sound of the party going on outside grew muffled as you shut the window to your old room.

Taking a deep breath, you sighed and let your shoulders drop into a slouch before you kicked off your heels, humming to yourself once your feet were finally flat on the floor again.

"Your bedroom is adorable."

You spun on your heel with a gasp, spotting Bucky in the doorway, eyeing your old room as he walked toward you and suddenly you wished you could hide all of the posters on the walls and the stuffed animals on the window seat.

Your father had invited the two of you to one of his summer parties, offering you to stay with him for the weekend since you don't see him much anymore. You'd come up for a break from putting on a charade in front of your father - acting like you didn't let his best friend rail you in the back of a car just a couple weeks ago.

You didn't expect Bucky to follow you.

"What are you doing up here?"

"I wanted a minute alone with you," He said, stepping toward you, "And I think I'm owed my prize."

The bet. He was playing poker with your dad and their friends and you'd made a bet with him. You'd texted him that if he won, he won you. And though there was a growing pool of slick in your panties from him just standing there, you couldn't do that here - you had to be smart about whatever this was.

You couldn't let your dad catch you.

You took a breath to steady yourself as he began to crowd you. The woodsy pine and bergamot of his cologne took over your senses, making you think of that night in his car with your back against the door. The same scents had filled the car, drowning you in him as he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.

His hands reached out, brushing up the skin of your arms until they rested over your collar bones. You did your best to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch so easily, the way your core clenched around nothing at just the feel of his hands on your neck.

God you were addicted.

"Think about where we are," You said, shifting your weight, waving your hand to the window where, if either of you were to step any closer, everyone - including your father - in the backyard would see you.

"And?" He asked, sliding his hands from your neck down to your hips, gripping your sides and trying to pull you closer.

You did your best to hold your ground, planting your feet firmly under you. He sat on the edge of the bed when he realized you weren't giving in and looked up at you, confused.

"Bucky," You tried to pry his hands off your hips, though all he did was tighten his hold, "Bucky we can't."

"Why not?" He tugged you again, a little rougher this time, making your feet stumble towards him as you caught yourself on his shoulders.

"Because it's wrong," You whispered. You could feel your resolve slipping through your fingers like water. If you didn't stop this now, you weren't going to be able to later. It wasn't that you didn't want to, you just didn't want to get caught.

He nosed at the side of your neck, under your jaw before his breath fanned against you, "That's what makes it so much better."

You did your best to ignore the flame his teasing ignited in your core, weakly pushing his shoulders. "But not here."

"It's okay," He said into your skin, pulling you to sit over his thigh as he pushed it up to rub against your covered clit. "I already locked the door."

"What if they come looking for you?" You asked, biting the edge of your lip to keep the whine from escaping your throat as he rolled your hips over his thigh, the fabric of your dress sprawled over you both like a blanket.

"I told them I was headed to bed," He said, "Remember? I'm spending the night here, too."

How could you forget? When your father had told you about the arrangement, your brain had short circuited right there in the kitchen and it was a miracle you were able to come across as normal in your acknowledgement. You knew the two of you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself, and you'd hoped that Bucky had gotten a hotel so maybe you could sneak off.

"What if he comes looking for me?" You asked, your voice thin as you whined at the pressure his thigh was giving you.

"He won't," His teeth grazed against your collar bone as he rocked your hips over his denim covered thigh, his hands moving down to hold the backs of your legs before they moved up under the fabric of your dress, his fingers digging into your ass before they tugged on the fabric of your panties.

"Let me have these," He muttered into your neck before pulling back to look at you.

"We shouldn't," You weakly argued and the look in his eyes was the only warning you got.

It was a blur when he suddenly stood, flipping you around to land on your back on the bed.

"You made a bet with me," He spoke into your calf as he planted kisses along your leg before he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, "I take bets very seriously."

He helped you sit up so he could reach around the back of your dress to unzip it, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to the ground. He froze at the sight of you, eyes scanning over your body as he took in the matching red lingerie set that hugged you perfectly. Bucky lightly ran his hand over you, up your leg, your stomach, your chest - up to the front of your neck where he tightened his grip just under your jaw, soaking your panties even more.

"Who were you wearing this for, hm?" He asked, lightly pushing you back down.

You wore it for him, and he knew it, he just wanted to hear you say it. But you wanted to know what would happen if you could make him a little jealous. Rile him up a little bit. "That's none of your business, Bucky."

"It is now," He shucked off his button up shirt before undoing his belt, tossing them both to the ground before he kneeled on the bed at your feet, pushing your knees open. "Tell me."

You swallowed at the commanding tone in his voice and you couldn't help but be glad he hadn't rid you of your panties yet so he couldn't see you clenching around nothing. You kept your lips sealed as you stared up at him through your lashes, knowing he wasn't going to let the topic go.

"C'mon, honey," He drawled, his voice sweetening to get what he wanted from you. You let out a deep breath as you held your ground, watching the sweetness turn sickly in his eyes as he smirked at you.

"Not gonna tell?" He asked, knowing his answer as he reached forward and gripped your thighs. "You sure about that?"

You tipped your nose up at him, doing your best to ignore the warmth from his hands on your skin as he moved up your hips and grabbed the edges of your panties before pulling them down. He shoved your knees further apart as he got down, laying on his stomach in the little room that was left of the twin mattress.

"Last chance, sweetheart," His husky voice sends a shiver through you as he breathes over your folds. "Or you don't get to cum. Which is a shame cause you look so good when you do." You narrowed your eyes at him, brows scrunching at his smirk.

"You wouldn't." He didn't respond, he just continued to stare, waiting for an answer to his question. You held his gaze, testing him - daring him to follow through with it.

Without warning, his tongue swiped out at your clit before flattening and running slow over your folds, pulling a gasp from you as you wiggled in his hold. Closing his lips around your bundle of nerves, he groaned into you, the vibrations sending a jolt through your body, a moan bubbling up through your chest that you had to bite your lips to hold in.

"You want to test that theory?" He asked, eyeing you from his spot between your legs. You took a deep breath through your nose and pursed your lips, keeping your silence and he smirked before diving back in.

A whine pushed past your lips as you tried to keep it together, his tongue working through your folds as if he was a starved man. The feeling of his fingers pushing through your entrance had you groaning as you threw your head back.

It wasn't long before he had you at the edge, trying to grind down against his face or get his fingers deeper to push you over when he pulled his mouth off and removed his fingers.

You huffed, pulling your head up and glaring at him.

"Are you ready to tell me who you wore this for? Hm?" he asked, reaching up to tug on the bra that matched your discarded panties, trailing your arousal along your skin as he slid his hand back down your side.

You thought about it for a second. Sure, you could tell him and get the orgasm your body was craving now, or you could hold out a little longer, making that orgasm feel ten times better once you finally got it. So, you tipped your chin up, staring at him down the slope of your nose and he smirked.

"Have it your way," He muttered, "Let's see how long you last."

"Fuck, Bucky please," You writhed under him, his arms holding your hips down so you couldn't get follow him as he pulled his mouth away again. You still hadn't told him what he wanted, and this was the fifth time he'd edged you, bringing you so close only to back up and watch as the frustration grew in your eyes.

"Answer the question, honey," He licked a stripe up your slit, "and I'll give you whatever you want."

"Fine," You huffed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I wore it for you okay? I just thought we'd be able to sneak off somewhere not in the house."

He smirked up at you again, "Well that's just too bad isn't it?" He asked, "We didn't make it very far."

"I don't care, just please let me cum," You almost sobbed. You were fighting back frustrated tears and he cooed at you, reaching up to cup your cheek and pull on your bottom lip with his thumb.

"Tell me what you want," He ordered, holding incredibly still as he waited.

"Fuck me," You said probably too quickly but you didn't care, "Please, Bucky."

He crawled his way up your body and your hands shot out to his belt, undoing it and working the zipper as fast as you could. He chuckled into your neck before helping you out, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one motion before settling in between your legs, the underside of his cock resting against your slick folds.

"Ah, fuck," He sighed as he leaned back, gathering your slick and covering his shaft in it before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed forward, sliding in with ease considering how worked up you were. He shuddered before grabbing your hips, pulling them up and sliding his knees under, propping you up and making his cock brush against that spongy spot.

He started rocking slowly, chuckling at your soft whine, your hands reaching for him, to try and pull him closer, to get him to go faster, something. But he caught your hands, holding them together with his left against your stomach, pushing against the slight bulge as he thrusted deep, earning a sharp gasp from you that ended in a moan.

The sound of the back door opening cut off your moan and your eyes shot open, your head lifting off the bed.

"Bucky, wait," You choked out, trying not to let a moan slip as he kept thrusting into you, "We can't get cau - " His free hand reached forward, planting his hand over your mouth.

"We won't," He growled down at you and you couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach the rumble of his voice caused. "As long as you stay quiet."

He moved his fingers to prod at your lips, "Open." He demanded and you couldn't stop your jaw from moving on its own, letting his middle and ring finger push in, resting on your tongue and flooding your taste buds with your own arousal.

You whined around his fingers as he rocked his hips into yours. He was listening to the laughter from downstairs, the clinking of glasses and beer bottles opening as he watched you. You were breathing deep through your nose, trying to hold yourself together as he still refused to stop his hips.

"God," he whispered, "you feel so fucking good."

After slowly dragging himself almost all the way out, he slammed into you, pressing his fingers down on your tongue as you choked back a moan. When he realized there was no squeak to your bed, he smirked down at you. That was the only warning you got before he set a brutal pace, leaning over you as his hips slammed into yours.

You moaned around his fingers again, holding back as much as you could as he kept hitting that spot over and over.

"Fuck, you take me so well. You were made for me, weren't you?" He asked and you nodded, humming around his fingers as he smirked down at you. He let your hands go, pushing your legs towards your chest without stopping his hips movements, the new angle making your eyes roll back.

"Don't you dare cum yet," He growled down at you as he pressed on your tongue again. "Not until I say so."

You did your best to nod, mumbling around his fingers as your hands reached under you to grab his thighs, raking your nails across what skin you could reach.

"Oh look at you," He grunted, "Always so pretty when you're stuffed, aren't you?"

All you could do was nod dumbly back, the only thing on your mind being fighting that orgasm until he gave you permission. You entirely missed the back door opening and closing again, followed by the silence downstairs and the voices outside.

The party had moved back outside.

You missed it, but Bucky didn't.

Once he was sure there wasn't anyone downstairs, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, moving them to circle your clit.

"Go on sweetheart," He moaned, "Let me hear you."

You shook your head as you bit your lip. He chuckled at you, "Don't worry, everyone's outside." He applied more pressure with his circling fingers, "But it's only a matter of time before they come back in, so let me hear you. Cum for me, sweetheart."

The tension in your belly snapped and your cunt clenched around him pulling a groan from his chest as he watched you throw your head back with a shout.

"There you go," He continued with his brutal pace and you could've sworn you could feel him in your chest, each thrust forcing the air out of your lungs before you got a chance to take a breath.

"Give me one more," He let your legs go, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. With the angle change and the heavy hand he pressed onto your stomach, you felt yourself tumbling towards the edge again. "C'mon, give me another one."

You shook your head, "I can't - oh fuck - "

"Yes you can, you can take it, c'mon," He grunted out, "Be a good girl and give me another one."

Your orgasm washed over you again, white flooding your vision as your body tensed under his. One of his hands covered your mouth just in time, your scream vibrating against his palm. He slammed into you just a few more times, reveling in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him before he pulled out, finishing over your stomach.

Your legs were like jello when he finally moved them back down to the bed before he got up and started searching the floor. He eventually showed up next to you again, gently brushing a hand across your face.

"What do you want me to use to clean you up?" He asked, his voice soft as he caressed your skin.

You pointed to where your towels would be and it was only a matter of seconds before he was back wiping his mess off you. He pulled the blanket out from under you, placing it over your sweat slicked body and getting dressed again.

"I'll see you in the morning," He whispered, throwing a wink your way.

You wanted to reach out, to grab his hand and ask him to stay. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were.

You couldn't do that, not in your fathers house. So, as much as you hated watching him walk out your door, you didn't stop him. You listened to his footsteps as he retreated down the hall to the guest room, the door shutting, and the guest bathroom shower turning on.

You turned over in bed, ignoring the dull ache in between your legs and the want in your chest, the want to follow him. The need to have his hands on you again even though he just left.

You wrapped your arms around one of your pillows, pulling it to your chest as you buried your face in your sheets, trying to drown yourself in his smell before it went away.

Your dads muffled laughter from outside made your heart sink.

What were you going to do?

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acciopietro · 1 year

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Hi, I have a request.

So like Pietro and the reader are in a relationship and Pietro is really insecure about him being not able to give reader enough gifts and attention. (Reader is from a wealthy family)

He's scared that Reader could leave him for a wealthier person than him. Reader reassure Pietro that they won't leave him.

Yea, so angsty & fluff.

The reader can be gender neutral, I don't really care.

Thanks, I love how you write

Have a nice day.

anything from you - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x gn! reader

summary: pietro’s unsure whether or not he’s enough

word count: 1662

tw: no!

a/n: this was such a cute idea! i apologize for how short this is, i'm trying to clear out my drafts LOL! this is unedited so if u see any grammar or spelling mistakes lmk!!!! <3

"I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS," PIETRO'S mouth had fallen agape at the sight of the small box he opened, resting it on his lap. The light flashed off of the glittering silver of the watch inside, it's glass face perfectly clear, so well made that it looked like there was nothing there. "This is... this is very expensive gift."

"You have to accept it," you grinned, shrugging your shoulders. "I saw it and thought you'd like it."

"Yes, and I-- I do, but..." Pietro opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I have never worn something so expensive before."

"Firsts for everything!" you giggled and gave him a bashful smile. He pursed his lips, melting at the sweetness of your face, and glanced back down at the watch. Your face sunk a bit at his hesitation, and you grabbed the bag that previously held the box. "I can return it, if you don't like it."

"No, I... I love it," Pietro grabbed ahold of your hand, smoothing his thumb over the top of your knuckles before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "Multumesc, dragă."

---

“AHA!” Pietro mumbled to himself, pulling his hand out from behind the couch cushion of the couch in the Avengers Compound’s foyer, another quarter pinched between his fingers. He was lucky enough to live there and earn a decent wage, but he certainly did not have as much disposable income as say, Tony Stark, or even Y/N L/N.

“Pietro,” came Wanda’s voice from behind him, her tone slow as though she were confused. He turned his head to see her standing there, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow raised. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Right now, I am counting,” he said, sitting down and dumping out his pocket, muttering the numbers under his breath. “I have a total of twenty-three dollars and...seventy-three cents. But then once I add the money from my wallet, I’ll have about...”

“What do you need this for?” Wanda sauntered over, sitting across from him and his measly pile of dented dollar bills and dirty coins. Pietro didn’t respond, still counting in his head.

“Sixty-five dollars and eighty-two cents,” Pietro nodded his head, muttering under his breath. “That might be enough...”

“Nice watch,” Wanda complimented. “From Y/N, yes?”

“Yeah,” Pietro muttered, rubbing the band of it with his thumb. “They are very generous.”

“I see.”

“I want to buy them something,” Pietro told his sister. “But... I cannot really afford something very expensive, you know? So maybe something for fifty dollars. Or maybe more, but I... I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you just make them something? Or take them some place nice?”

“I could,” Pietro scratched his chin, dropping his shoulders in exhaustion. “But they’re always buying me things, I feel like I need to return the favor.”

“You don’t owe them anything, though,” Wanda told him gently. “Just because they buy you all these things doesn’t mean you need to buy them things, it just means you need to gift them with other things. Experiences, homemade things... as long as there is love in it, no?”

“I am not wealthy like them,” Pietro sighed. “What if they think I am using them for their money? I need to show them that --”

“They do not think that,” Wanda gave him a gentle look. “They love you, trust me. I was with them when they picked out that watch for you.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro didn’t have much to say in response to that. “They’d be better off with someone who can afford to take care of them.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Wanda shook her head. “You take care of them just fine.”

“Hmph,” Pietro only shrugged and began to leave the room. “Maybe. But they could do better.”

---

“Wanda?” you said, poking your head into the kitchen. Said woman stood over a steaming pot, stirring the contents with a long wooden spoon. Vision glided into the room, holding onto a container of paprika looking triumphant.

“Found it!” he said cheerfully. He turned his head and grinned at the sight of you. “Oh, hello, Y/N. Did you want some paprikash?”

“Maybe later, thanks Vision,” you smiled. “Have either of you seen Pietro?”

“Uhm, I’d assume he’d be in his room,” Wanda guessed.

“No, he’s not in there,” you frowned, sitting on one of the bar stools. “I’ve been looking around for him all day. I think he’s avoiding me.”

You knew Wanda and Vision shared a glance, but you were too busy staring down at the ring on your finger to say anything. Pietro had gotten it for you in the early stages of your relationship; you hadn’t the slightest clue where it was from or if the gems were real, but it was beautiful and fit like a glove. That was all that mattered, anyways. You twisted it around on your finger, frowning.

“Did I upset him?” you asked Wanda. “Has he said anything to you?”

Wanda gave a quick, almost unnoticeable glance at Vision. “Erm... he’s not upset at you, no.”

“What is it, then?” you pressed. There was a pregnant pause of silence.

“Look, I think you should talk to him,” Wanda trailed off, her brows slowly raising as she glanced behind you. Vision did nothing, however he was not slick about the way his eyes widened and he mouthed, “Go!”

You whipped your head around, and before you set eyes on Pietro, the blur of his red sweatshirt caught your eye and you knew he had run off. You sighed, running a hand across your scalp.

“Sorry,” Vision apologized to you, bowing his head. “It’s... it’s your business, you and him.”

“Yes, I know,” you sighed again. “Thanks, I guess.”

“We’ll save some paprikash for you!” Wanda called out to you as you disappeared down the hallway. The lights of Pietro’s room were on, and you could hear the soft sound of a record playing from outside the door. It was Billy Joel’s The Stranger, one of his favorite American records; you had bought it for him, along with Songs in the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John.

With “Vienna” playing from the old record player, you creaked open the door. Pietro was at his desk, hunched over a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen in his hand. He was humming along softly under his breath, scribbling away and not noticing you. You walked up behind him and put a hand on his arm, bending over to place your chin on his shoulder. He jumped.

“You scared me,” he muttered, hastily folding up the paper and shoving it into a drawer. “Did you knock?”

“No, sorry,” you drew your face away from him, glancing at where he hid the paper. “Did you want me to leave?”

“I--” he hesitated. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay,” you rocked on your toes for a second before crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed. “You okay? Whatcha doing?”

“Just drawing,” he sighed, putting the pen down and leaning back in his chair. “Bored, I guess.”

“Haven’t seen you all day,” you continued.

“Been tired,” he lied through his teeth.

“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed. “You slept for like ten hours.”

Pietro’s lips quirked up. “Yeah, true.”

“What’s going on?” you asked bluntly, patting the empty space on the bed beside you. Pietro eyed it for a second, as though hesitating, before getting up and taking a seat beside you, his knees resting against yours, shoulders pressed against one another. You lifted your hand, running it through his hair. “What’s goin’ on in that brain of yours?”

“Just...” Pietro paused. “Don’t you ever... aren’t you ever upset that I can’t... that I can’t really do stuff for you?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure what he meant.

“Like this watch,” Pietro ran his thumb over the face of the shiny gold watch on his wrist, the band glinting under the soft lights of his bedroom. “It’s... it’s great. I love it. But I can’t buy you stuff like this. I can’t... I don’t have...”

“That never upsets me,” you told him honestly. “I don’t even think about that kind of stuff.”

“You could have a guy who can buy you things,” Pietro went on. “A real rich one, you know, take you shopping and whatnot.”

“I can take myself shopping,” you joked, bumping your shoulder with his. He gave a small smile. “And I don’t need that, nor do I want that. I want you, and whatever you come with is perfect.”

“Are you sure?” Pietro scrunched up his face, his pale eyes glazed over. You ran your hand through the icy tips of his hair, and he leaned into your touch like a puppy being scratched behind the ear. “Sometimes I worry that you’ll leave.”

“Leave?”

“For someone with more money,” Pietro mumbled.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to leave, and I’m not going to anytime soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you kissed his temple. “I am.”

Pietro said nothing, his brows furrowed and his nose slightly scrunched. You put your hand under his chin, turning his face so the two of you were eye to eye.

"You are perfectly perfect, Piet,” you told him firmly. You felt his face turn hot underneath your hand. “I’ve never wished for anything more or less from you. It’s like I’m Goldilocks and you’re the porridge that’s just right."

“Mm,” was all he said for a moment, leaning into you. After a pregnant pause of silence, he said, “I don’t know what that means.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you wrapped your arms around him, hugging his side. He pressed into you, hugging you back, the warmth from his arms engulfing you. “My next gift for you will be an American nursery rhyme book. How’s that?”

He let out a laugh, holding you tighter. “Anything from you is perfect.”

---

translations:

"Multumesc, dragă." - Thank you, darling.

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phaticserpent · 9 months

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I bet I could stop Ultron from destroying the planet with my autistic charm and offputting vibes

I'm infodumbing him so hard that he doesn't even remember what he set out to do. The Avengers come to stop him and he just waves his hand and hushes them because I'm getting to the good part about why chimps are terrifying

LMAOOOOOOOOO "autistic rizz" so true, you're so real for that

He can't even tell you to slow down, you've been talking to him about your hyperfixation and he's understanding every second. I mean, the amount of words coming out of your mouth should be a new record.

"...aren't you thirsty?"

"Only for you."

"What."

"Not thirsty!" You declared before rambling on and on about everything you had to say. Ultron just blinked and blinked, unable to get a word in as he was interested as well.

He has never seen or encountered someone as bright eyed and passionate about such a subject. He was completely distracted.

"I admire your passion and the deep research you must've done." He praised. "This is definitely something everyone should do and strive to be." He chuckled.

"Oh, it's nothing." You grinned. "You're an awesome person to talk to, genuinely....I don't think I ever had someone sit down to listen as I ramble about stuff."

"Well, those people are stupid, and I'm honored you think I'm easy to talk to." Ultron gave you a soft smile. Meanwhile, his vents were going insane to cool himself off from the unexpected compliment.

"Awesome! I have more to tell you."

By the time the Avengers infiltrated Ultron's lair, you and him were already in an in-depth conversation. They stole glances at each other, confused and worried about your safety. They were about to approach to bring Ultron to justice, when you both turned around.

"They're getting to the good part!"

"I'm getting to the good part!"

The Avengers just paused and looked at each other in confusion. You gestured them to leave by furiously shooing at them, to which they took the signal and disappeared in silence. Before they left, they heard a muffled,

"Right? Chimps are absolutely terrifying."

#drabble #ultron #marvel #ultron x reader #ultron/reader #autistic rizz #autistic things #idk what else to tag #fanfic #fanficiton #age of ultron #mcu ultron #ultron is hot #avengers age of ultron

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redheadspark · 9 days

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April Prompt Session (CLOSED)

Hello, my Lovelies!

So sorry for not making a prompt session sooner, but I wanted to get back to it and do another session! These are a lot of fun to write and make my day, so here we go!

This Prompt Session Theme is:

Words of Affirmation

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There is only One Prompt list for this session, you can request the number you wish for me to write. Please provide BOTH the numbers you would like AND the character to pair it with.

Example: May I have Aziel from ACOTAR with #5?

*I write out the requests as a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Sunday, April 21st at 3:00 PST

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt List created by @creativepromptsforwriting

"You are so special to me."

"We are so lucky to have you."

"Did I tell you I love you today already?"

"You always know how to make me laugh."

"I just want you to know how proud I am of you."

"Wow! You look amazing!"

"I appreciate you so much."

"You are being so good to me."

"I'm so impressed with you."

"Thank you for everything you do for me."

"You make me so happy."

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"You are doing such a good job at this."

"No one makes me as happy as you do."

"I trust you with all of my heart."

"You are literally the best."

"I really enjoy spending time with you."

"Thank you for always listening to me."

"I really value your opinion."

"You have so much talent."

"I'm so happy to have you by my side."

"You're the kindest person I know."

"That was so thoughtful of you, I appreciate it."

Once again, I will no longer take requests for this session on Sunday, April 21st at 3:00 PST

Thank you and happy requesting!

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gymjunkie412 · 1 month

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What exactly is the chaos dragon slayer au and how can I start following the story? Where does this begin?

Ooff, okay. I'm not good at explaining stuff, but I'll try to make it understandable 🫡 here we go! I think it started from a fanfic writer from wattpad who wrote the story. (I don't remember who the original author/idea was, though)

Warning : There will be a lot of OOC and confusing content in this AU. It has too many variations

The very first version (the one I read for the first time) is "Tamer Of Chaos. (New Version)" by Primsgirl89 on wattpad. This story is discontinued sadly, but it is the gateway of this AU (probably).

These fanfics are mostly on wattpad, but you can also find it on AO3 and FanFiction.Net

I'll summarize some bits in the story you should know, depending on the multiple variations of this au I have read so far.

Natsu was raised by Acnologia instead of Igneel, therefore his magic is called "chaos" from Acnologia's title (Black Dragon of the Apocalypse). His personality is very much the opposite. Rude, vicious, doesn't give a **** about anything, etc. Happy is still his exceed but really just hangs out with him most of the time.

Lucy (oh boy) has like a lot of version of personalities based on what background she comes from. There's one where she is a fire dragon slayer raised by Igneel instead, or some kind of celestial dragon slayer, or a very timid person, or a hot-headed, or the overly optimistic, or even as her OG self, etc.

Gray, Erza and the whole FT Guild either is the same in the OG or openly hates Natsu, or be an acquaintance at least, or even frenemies, etc.

Markarov and Wendy (So far) is still the same in the OG but slightly different is all.

Some versions portrayed Lisanna as a *****, but not many. (tbh I don't like this part at all)

Most of this AU follows the OG story flow, with a twist of course and sometimes a different one entirely. There will be OC characters and villains included as well as rare friendly pairs. It's quite interesting tbh.

Natsu for some reason is okay with Lucy, either because she is not afraid of him or she treats him differently then others. (he has his own personal reasons as well, though I never understand most of it)

I don't know what else to explain. Sorry if the explanation is kind of messy. If you still have more questions, feel free to let me know. I don't mind answering them.

I'll give you links of the fanfics that I follow for my chaos AU and my personal favourites. (there is no specific order)

Tamer Of Chaos. (New Version) *Discontinued

Chaos and Salamander *Complete

Fairy Tail : Chaos and Fire *Discontinued

Chaos' Treasure *On going

Calming the Chaos *last update on 2020

I probably read most of the fanfics for this AU

#fairy tail #nalu #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #hiro mashima #gray fullbuster #erza scarlet #wendy marvell #chaos natsu #chaos au #acnologia #fanfiction #nalu fanficiton #nalu fanfic #I never realized how invested I was in this AU until now #I don't know if this is very unhealthy for me to read so many of these au hahaha....

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ransprang · 1 year

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Kukulkan x history teacher! reader

You had studied so hard to finally live your dream. You taught History in a boarding school by the cliff, near the great open seas. The chirping of the sea gulls, swaying meadows, and the sound of the church bell nearby added to your peace. Everyday morning, you would wake up and prepare your syllabus for the day, you lived in a neat little room in the rustic staff quarters with a sea view. Your life was perfect, almost magical.

Another routine day, you compiled all your files and left for class. As the bell echoed across the hallways of the school, you could hear the soft waves crash against the cliff in the distance. You walked in your classroom and greeted the students, “Good morning everyone, today we will pack our bags and go for a short walk down to the coast”. You loved teaching kids out in the open, the room itself just never sufficed for sharing knowledge. All the kids clammered to gather their belongings, and getting into a single file. You led the way to the coast beneath the white cliffs.

Today's lesson was Captain Avery’s story, “you screamed Ahoy mateys! Let’s dive into the lesson…” the kids screamed “AHOYY” back at you in their chirpy voices. You spoke for about an hour before letting the kids take a break by playing at the beach. They went over and under the waves discussing their newly taught lesson and you joined in, making sure everyone was safe.

While swimming, you saw a beautiful bluish gold ornament. You reached out for it, as it got pulled away by a receding current. You swam a bit harder and finally got a hold of it. You brought it back to the shore and signaled the students to come out. You continued the history lesson back in the classroom but now you were keen to go back and discover this new piece of jewellery you had found.

That day you rushed back to your room to study this artifact, you brought out all your history books and research papers and went at it. After pulling an all-nighter your eyes finally shone with excitement. As you put the necklace out in the rays of the morning sun, it reflected vibranium. It glowed. How did you miss that?

This piece was from Talokan. You had heard about this empire of Mayans and their god Kukulkan, but did all that mythology exist? How was this ornament simply floating around? So many questions fogged your mind. But, you were determined. When the school holidays approached you spent your time in the library hiding this little secret from everyone, researching for several days.

You returned to class after the holidays with a renewed spirit and loads of new things to share! You liked giving knowledge outside of the syllabus, after all sharing is caring! You started off the first class of the semester with the mayapan history and their gods. You gave a brief introduction to Kukulkan and his powers. You decided to keep the necklace a secret but went ahead to draw and describe it. The kids loved your lesson.

During recess all the teachers could hear them talk about your class and one of the kid even declared himself to be Kukulkan and his friends the Mayans. Everyone was having a lot of fun, until a few weeks later. On a Saturday morning you heard a knock on your door, but as you opened it there was nobody. You thought nothing much of it. After a few minutes you heard the knocking again, and once again it was no one. You were beginning to get worried.

As you completed some admin work by your desk facing the window suddenly a blue human like creature broke the window pane and stepped on your table. You screamed, he was built up, he wore a water mask and was wearing similar ornaments as the one you had found. You screamed and fell back onto the floor, you dragged yourself back to the edge of the wall behind as he slowly took steps towards you. He spoke in a mysterious language you could not understand but when he held his hand out you had your suspicions, that it was to collect the necklace. You had a habit of keeping it in your pocket, so you held onto it with your life and ran.

You ran aimlessly and found yourself running by the edge of the cliff. The wind was blowing hard, and as this blue person drew closer, you had a moment to contemplate. Your eyes widened at the realization, you heart was beating fast. This was a Mayan, he was here to take the necklace back to whoever it belonged to. This was your biggest discovery how could you let it go so easily?

You ran for your life but he was fast, chasing you down the cliff side, in a sudden hasteful movement your ankle twisted, making you tip directly off the edge. You fell with your eyes closed, a tear dripping from the side of your eye. You felt the arms of the person chasing you wrap around and dive into the ocean beneath. You opened your eyes in shock and pain from the water threatening to enter your lungs. Eventually, you became unconscious, unaware of your surroundings.

You woke up again by the shore near the school you taught at. The ornament was missing, they took it back. Your heart wrenched, you wanted to see more, learn more. Curiosity stronger than gratefulness of being alive. With a sinking feeling you went back to your room.

Life went on, the incident had drove you to the verge of insanity. Your focus was telling as many people about the existence of Talokan and the Mayans, undeniably starting from your own students. Your deviation from syllabus was enough for the school authorities to step in to have a word with you. “YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I saw them with my own eyes, the kids need to know. Everyone does” you cried to the panel before you, over the next year, you had began writing emails to the marine life authorities and anyone who was relevant.

As the summer holidays approached again, you had already spent most of your free time swimming in the sea over the year. Standing by the shore alone staring into the distance hoping to catch a glimpse. This time you arranged for a boat, you didn’t have a license to drive it, but fueled it by with your passion. You managed to figure out the mechanics enough to take you far and deep into the blue ocean. You stayed there for a bit before screaming “KUKULKAN!” You were all alone. “I know you’re here, I can feel it”, “KUKULKAN…!” You screamed loudly with tears again.

To your dismay no one came forth, you had failed again. You sat in the boat and looked up at the darkening skies, a storm was about to ensue. You had no faith in life, that incident had shaken you up, plus you didn’t have any intention of going back to the shore. At least, not for now. A part of you wanted to be swallowed by the ocean in this storm. You closed your eyes and patiently waited to be capsized. The winds were blowing fast, the waves got bigger. Water had began seeping into your boat and thunders lightened the sky.

Your hair stood up, you could feel the static. The instant realization dawned upon you. Lightening was about to strike your head. As your survival instincts kicked in you began looking for a place to cover yourself, but, it was an open boat in the deep ocean, no where to hide. You were about to die.

As the lightening struck, you felt yourself shake and scream. Just then, you were in someone’s arms, floating above the sea close to the waves. You could hear feathers flapping, and his arms strong and hands rough. The man was wet from the ocean, his hair dripping water. He wore turquoise, blue and gold ornaments all over his body. You noticed the wings on his feet, you instantly knew it was Kukulkan.

You hugged him tightly, resting your face over his shoulder as he flew horizontally over the big waves and through the storm. Tears began forming in your eyes. He came, why did he listen to you? He was flying fast, you both were drenched in the rain water. With one swoop he dropped you at the shore of a nearby island. He kept you down on your feet as he stood before you in his majestic stance. You were mesmerized by how accurately the ancients described him. Honey brown skin, dark hair and deep brown eyes, he was beautiful.

He spoke in a heavy accent, “you called for me…” his eyebrow slightly raised. He seemed slightly impressed at your dedication to the people of Talokan, but he had to step in. You were reaching far and wide, looking for anyone believed you. This brought his kingdom under threat. “Thank you for saving me….thank you…for listening to me”, you said breaking down. A warm feeling rose in your chest, you had idealized Kukulkan for so long you seemed to have began loving him in your mind and fantasies. He seemed to understand that, but he was a 600 year old god. There was nothing he hadn’t already seen. He had loved before, and he had lost them all before. The pain from the fragile life span of his lovers had dulled his feelings.

He kept a firm hand on your cheek, he was strong, but there was pain in his eyes. “I want you to forget about Talokan, the dangers of other nations attacking us is too strong. The pain is hard. I know. You must let go before you get yourself in trouble.” As he turned around to leave, you ran and hugged him from the back. “Please take me with you, you know I won’t be the same…” he stopped. Turning around he wrapped his arms around you taking you into his embrace.

You both stayed that way for a while, as he pulled away and took off his necklace. You noticed it was the one you found a year ago, as he gently tied it around your neck. “It suits you” , he said in his deep voice, you gave him a smile. Looking into his eyes your body instinctively tip toed as you put your lips on his. The moment was magical, as the rain droplets fell upon you two, the high tide crashed onto the shore with wet sand. Both your hearts beating against each other.

Kukulkan melted and his arms around you got tighter. He was kissing you with all his heart. You felt his love. Digging your nails into his back you pulled him closer till there was no space between you two. You both became one for a few moments, with tongues tangled. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Kukulkan's eyes slowly opened, as he moved one of his arms from your lower back to your head, intertwining his fingers with your locks. The fear of losing someone had kept him away from loving for years now. How could he let himself become so weak? He broke a piece of Vibranium from his bracelet, the size of a small pill. Putting it in his palm - “eat it, if you want to go far away” you didn’t think twice and swallowed.

You spent the rest of your life next to the man of your dreams, of your fantasies, the man who drove you insane without ever meeting you. In the end you gave the strength to feel again.

Your Vibranium,

Admin Sav

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yelenasdiary · 7 months

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can u write dom! reader making sub! gp! nat fuck a fleshlight and then after she cums inside of it she makes nat eat the cum out while reader pegs her. I'm leaving the rest up to you if U want to add smth

Anything For You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: After catching your partner playing with themselves, you decide to give them something special.

AC: Thank you for sending something a little different! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope you enjoy this!

"Fuck!" you heard Natasha's soft groan as you hopped out of the shower. You could only imagine what the red head was doing before you walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, there she was, her eyes closed as she stroked her cock to the thought of you.

"You right there?" you asked, interrupting Nat from her moment of bliss.

"Please, don't be mad!" she jumped up, her eyes shot open at you, "I can't help myself" she added as you ran your tongue over your lips. "Is that right? you're so needy you can't help yourself huh?" you spoke, letting your towel drop to the floor. Natasha couldn't take her eyes off of your naked body, her cock twitched as it only grew harder at the sight of you.

Shaking your head at her, you wandered over to the wardrobe and grabbed a new toy that you'd been wanting to surprise your girlfriend with. "Since you think it's okay to touch yourself without asking, why don't you fuck this instead!" you turned on your heels to face her, throwing the fleshlight at her. She caught it with her skillful hands before looking at you. "You can't be serious?" she questioned, like a puppy who'd just been scolded.

"I'm very serious baby" you raised a brow at her as you walked a few small steps closer to her, "what's wrong? Don't you like it?" you asked, biting your bottom lip.

"Huh? N-no, I do, I j-just" Natasha paused as you stopped in front of her, your breasts directly in her eyesight. "Just what? Tell me, baby" you make her look up at you by tilting her head up slightly with your thumb under her chin. "I'd r-rather you" the spy admitted. You brushed a lock of her red hair behind her ear and smiled softly, "I have something in mind, but, can you be a good girl for me Natty?" you asked.

Natasha nodded, her cock painfully hard and in need of release at this point. "That's my pretty girl" you leant down and kissed her lips softly as you took the fleshlight from her hands, smirking against her lips as you guided the toy over her cock, "fuck the toy for me baby, show me how you want to take me" you spoke softly against her lips. Nat didn't hesitate in wasting any time, placing her hand over yours that held the toy in place as she began to thrust her hips.

"Good job baby, keep going for me, I'm just going to get your next surprise ready" you smiled softly at the moaning Russian. Natasha moaned as she nodded at your words, fucking herself into the fleshlight with great need. You wandered back over to the wardrobe and grabbed the strap on, Natasha had fallen onto her bed as she sped up her movements into the new toy, she didn't even notice you standing in front of her once again, watching as she cased her release, moan after moan after moan.

"F-fuck!" Natasha threw her head back when she felt your hands wrap around hers, forcing her to move the toy faster. "I c-can't hold it!" Nat looked at you, only just now noticing the red dildo that stood proudly between your legs. "I don't want you to hold it, sweetheart. Make a mess for me, fill your new toy with your cum baby" you replied, squeezing the toy tighter around her cock.

Natasha's moans bounced off the walls as she released her seed into the fleshlight, a delicious smirk tugging at your lips at the sight of her state. Cum soon began to drip from the toy and onto the sheets as you pulled the toy off Natasha's dick, "get on all fours for me darling" you looked up at the red head with a light smirk. The pretty little toy did exactly as told, presenting herself to you on all fours.

You placed the fleshlight beside you for a moment as you rubbed some lube over the red toy around your waist. "You're such a good girl for me Natty" you couldn't help but place a soft kiss on her cheek, "you'll do anything for me, won't you?" you asked.

Natasha nodded, "yes, anything!" she replied with a sense of need in her voice when she felt you probing the tip of the fake cock against her asshole. "Prove it" you placed the cum filled fleshlight in front of her, "clean it" you instructed as you watched Nat bring the toy to her lips. You timed it perfectly, watching as Natasha's tongue tipped into the fake vagina as you slowly eased yourself inside of her. Her muffled moans were like magic to your ears.

"Good girl" you smirked as you continued to watch as the red head's tongue scooped her cum out of the toy, "tell me when you're ready for me to move" you added wishing you could really feel how tight she was just for you.

She moaned softly as she looked back at you, "fuck me, please!" she begged with one hand already having a tight grip on the bed sheets, your smirk grew bigger knowing that the great, tough Black Widow was nothing more than a needy little slut for you.

Soon enough, the room was full of Nat's muffled moans and skin slapping against each other as you fucked the red toy into Natasha. Every now and then she paused to let you know exactly how you were making her feel, slurring her words while her cock was rock hard.

"F-feels so good!!" she moaned before you pulled her hair back, "I didn't say stop, did I? clean your little toy baby, tell me how good you taste" you reminded her as you fucked into her a little harder. You watched as her tongue returned to its place inside the cum filled toy before your free hand reached under and stroked her stiff cock making her moan louder into the fleshlight.

"You like baby?" you smirked, keeping up your pace. She nodded, "don't stop! Please!" The red head begged in a moan after swallowing her own cum. "Mmm, are you close?" You asked, you already knew the answer was yes by the feeling of her cock twitching in your hand. "S-so f-fucking close!" She let the now cleaned toy go out and roll slightly to the side of her before arching and pressing herself further into your thrusts, "I'm g'nna cum!" she moaned once more, the bed sheets tightly in her fist.

"Cum my darling, you do it" you encouraged her pumping her cock a few more times before she let go and warm ropes of cum landed on the bedsheets. You helped ride out her orgasm by keeping up your thrusts until you knew the poor thing was too fucked out and tried to continue. "You're so beautiful Natalia" you placed a kiss on the back of her shoulder as you slowly pulled out, letting Natasha completely collapse onto the bed.

"Let me get a cloth and clean you up, my messy assassin" you smiled softly at her state while taking off the harness. All that came out of her lips was a soft thank you.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader Oneshot | You’re a Mean One, Nebula

a/n: what’s up fuckers lol i haven’t posted anything in a hot minute, so here’s this little blurb based on this post that i made:

words: 1167

pairing: bucky barnes x reader (no pronouns/gendered words used for reader i think)

It was a normal day, for the most part. There was you, sitting on the small dock outside of your lakeside property with your feet in the water and a book in your hand, and there was your husband doing whatever housework could occupy his ever busy mind. Ever since Tony passed away, you and Bucky had been living in the house his family had once lived in. Pepper couldn’t stand living there anymore so she had given everything to you. She wanted you and Bucky to live peacefully with one another like you finally deserved.

You had everything out there: a garden stocked with an abundance of fruits and vegetables, a chicken coop for the convenience of eggs as well as poultry, the beautiful lake to swim in when the weather permitted, and your beautiful husband. Tony had even left you with a parting gift: a perfectly weather controlled barrier around your property so you could continue growing your produce, raising your chickens, and swimming in the lake even well into the cold upper New York December.

The escapism that the lakehouse offered you two was happily welcomed, and both you and Bucky pretty much stayed at home unless there was some hero business to take care of. The Flag Smashers business had long since wrapped up and you were facing a relaxation period, which was so lovely. Looking over your shoulder towards the garden, you smiled to see Bucky pulling weeds to keep your food supply healthy.

Heaving out a soft sigh of contentment, you focused back on your book and turned the page. The wind was beginning to pick up so you wanted to finish the chapter before the pages started turning on their own. However, you heard a low rumble accompanying said “wind” coming from above you. Both you and Bucky stopped what you were doing to look up at the sky.

You sighed out softly upon seeing a very familiar ship. While not the whole damn thing, you could tell it was a single shuttle that belonged to the Guardians of the Galaxy. Not only did you recognize the ship, but you recognized the pilot. It was Nebula, someone you had only met a handful of times during the Blip when you worked together on very few “missions”, if you could call them that. You were pretty much a widow in mourning for that entire five years so you didn’t really remember that time as much.

Seeing her reminded you of that time for a brief moment, but your shoulders relaxed when you heard Bucky walk up right behind you wiping his dirty hands with a rag that had been previously tucked into his back pocket.

“Do you think the world is ending again?” He asked casually while the two of you watched Nebula land, like the idea of facing another world ending scenario was just another walk in the park. It pretty much was at that point. He then plopped the dirty rag he was using right on your head, which made you squeal and swat at his thigh.

“I sure hope so, you piece of shit,” you replied while he chuckled lowly, tucking the rag back in his pocket before leaning over to kiss the crown of your head. You rolled your eyes with a little huff but looked forward when you saw the cyborg walking towards you with such urgency that it made you panic a little bit. What if something really was wrong?

Bucky nodded his head towards the woman as she came to a stop before the two of you on the dock, his metal hand tucked into his front jeans pocket. “Long time no see, Nebula.”

“Yeah, well, I try to make a habit of not coming to this shithole of a planet,” she replied, her unamused tone ever present as she shifted her weight onto one leg and crossed her arms across her chest. “Listen, I’ll cut to the chase. Barnes, give me your arm.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, both in surprise and curiosity. “Excuse me?”

“It’s Christmas,” she stated bluntly, but didn’t elaborate. “Give me your arm.”

“Technically, Christmas is in a week,” you spoke up, but didn’t rise from your seated position on the dock. This threat didn’t seem too imminent, plus Bucky could handle himself if it really came down to it. “But what does his arm, the metal one I assume, have anything to do with it?”

Nebula sighed in irritation like you already should’ve known the answer. “It’ll be a good gift for Rocket, okay? Now hand it over. Or I will kick your ass to get it from you.”

“I am not giving you my arm,” Bucky told her sternly, arms crossing across his own chest now. “I suggest you try Macy’s for a more practical, non arm related gift.”

Nebula narrowed her eyes at him a little bit for being snarky before quickly grabbing the gun-lazer thing she had in her holster. You weren’t sure if space people used bullet guns or not, to be honest. Before she could aim it, Bucky was charging towards her to disarm her.

You sighed as the two of them began to fight, actually fight, across your property. You had watched them for a while because while you knew Bucky could probably handle himself, it was incredibly entertaining. So entertaining, in fact, you sneakily sent a couple of pictures to Sam so he could enjoy it as well.

Y/N: look at this nerd lol he’s fighting for his arm rn

Sam: i hope he loses lol

While you were giggling at your phone while texting Sam, you heard Bucky yell out an expletive followed quickly by, “Fuck, shit, get back here!”

You turned your head to see Bucky running after Nebula who definitely had something metallic and arm-ish tucked under her own arm. Nebula was too close to her ship and Bucky couldn’t reach her in time even with the fact that he had serum running through his veins. You just continued to sit there, watching the entire scene as Bucky stopped running and just stood at the edge of the garden while Nebula stood in the cockpit flipping him off with his own hand. You stifled your laughter and snapped another quick picture to send off to Sam.

Y/N: he lost lol

Sam: i’m never gonna let him live this down lol i’ll call wakanda

You looked up once more as Nebula’s ship took back off into the atmosphere, Bucky stalking back towards you looking defeated and pissed. You giggled softly as you watched, the two of you just staring at each other for a bit with amusement in your eyes and anger and confusion in Bucky’s.

“Nebula stole your arm, didn’t she?”

“Nebula stole my arm.”

“Got it.”

You then sighed, slumping your shoulders a little bit as you thought about what that meant for you now. “And that was my favourite arm and everything. It even vibrated.”

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queen-of-the-avengers · 6 months

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Wasted Potential

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stripper!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: dirty men eyes, being embarrassed by stripping

Request by anon: Could I request bucky barnes x reader who's like angel Salvador (the girl with bug wings from xmen) just fluff maybe she's insecure about her power? :3 <3

Summary: You work as a stripper who can do so much more if you want to. You have powers that you'd love to show off but can't because you were always told to conceal them. One day, Bucky comes into your club and you don't handle it well.

Squares Filled: kink: legs (2020) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You stare at yourself in the mirror debating whether or not you want to continue this job. It pays very well and gets you out of debt but you hate the way it makes you feel about not only yourself but about the other people you work with. There is a whole side to yourself that you have to keep hidden, and this job forces that part of yourself deep down inside of you.

You turn to examine the outfit they forced you into and notice the wings on your back. They are tattooed on for the time being but they are beautiful. Oh, how you wish to bring them out. Customers seem to love the look of them which is why you wear stuff that shows off your back. Your entire body is on display for people to look at but they always gravitate toward the wings.

“Angel, are you ready?” your manager asks.

“I guess,” you say and fix your lipstick.

“We got a large crowd today. Make me proud,” he grins.

You choose not to comment on that. You’d love nothing more than to punch him in his face and give him a taste of his medicine but you force that side of you down. You walk out of the dressing room and onto the main room where there are hundreds of hungry eyes devouring you. Thankfully, the manager of the place doesn't let the men touch you or the other girls.

The music starts playing so you begin your planned dance. You’ve got this beat down like the back of your hand at this point, but it still gets the same praise from the first time you performed it. You hook your leg over the pole in the middle of the stage and swing around it before dipping down. Whistles sound from all over the room but you focus on the bright lights to distract yourself.

You don’t like to look in the crowd because the men who watch you are predators. They think all women are beneath them and you can usually tell who has bad intentions with the way they’re looking at you. However, this time, you scan the crowd. Most of the men are wearing fake suits to look expensive while some of them are silent partners. They’re the ones who sit in the corner, drink their bottom-shelf whiskey, and just enjoy the show.

There is one person in particular that catches your eye. Someone you know and work with. That’s been your fear while working in the entertainment industry. You’ll be doing a dance seductively and end up seeing someone you know in the crowd. However, this person isn’t just a person you know… he’s your crush.

Bucky Barnes. What the hell is he doing here? You’re going to be sick. You have to remain professional and finish your dance without letting Bucky mess you up. He knew you worked as a stripper and a dancer but he never really saw you in action. He respected your privacy too much to watch you while you’re at work. However, there is a mission and he was sent to come grab you.

Even if you weren't a stripper, he still thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. He loves the way your body is shaped and the kind of personality you have. The best part of your body is your legs. He has a weakness for women’s legs, and yours is no exception. He tries not to let his mind wander to what could happen if he allows himself to enjoy this so he quickly looks away from you to give you some sort of privacy.

As soon as your dance is done, you quickly leave the stage and go back to the dressing room. You bypass the vanity and straight to the trash can. You grab it and immediately throw up into it from nerves and shock. Your spit dissolves the bottom of the trash can so that the contents spill out of it and onto the floor.

“Shit,” you gasp and look around the room for something to clean it up.

Not only do you have magical wings you can sear onto your back like a tattoo, but you have acid saliva. Most days you can control the acidity of it but when you’re highly nervous and in a panic, you can’t control it. You can still do other things like kissing and such since you can control your acid to make it so that it’s not lethal or dangerous to humans at all.

Bucky follows you backstage and notices you in the corner trying to clean your mess. He sees the wings on your back and wishes they were out. He loves the sight of your wings. They look like an insect’s wings but you make it work. He sees your robe hanging on the coat hanger next to the door and grabs it to cover you up.

You get up and turn but jump when you see Bucky standing in the doorway. You use your hands to try and cover yourself but it’s not working.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there,” you stutter.

“Here,” he offers and wraps the robe around your body.

“Thanks,” you whisper and pull it tight against your body. “What are you doing here?”

“Steve asked me to bring you in.”

“Oh. He could have called,” you say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Not where he is, no. I’m sorry for barging in on you but I wouldn’t have unless it was important.”

“Right. Um, what’s the mission?”

“I’ll tell you on the way.”

“Let me get dressed.”

Bucky turns to leave the dressing room to give you some privacy but stops at the door.

“When are you going to quit your job? You didn’t look happy up there.”

“What else am I gonna do? My powers get me in trouble. Men seem to love my tattoo and my manager says I wouldn't fit in anywhere else.”

“I know this isn’t my place, and feel free to tell me to fuck off, but what he says is complete bullshit. Tony has a facility. He’ll help you control your powers. I, for one, think that your wings are better out than hidden. We’ll take care of you. I’d hate to see you waste your life away here. You’ve got a beautiful one and this place isn’t helping you.”

With that, he leaves. Your cheeks heat up and a smile works its way onto your face. Your tattoo magically comes to life and your wings manifest as real ones attached to your back. They flutter happily and you chuckle at their enthusiasm.

“Okay, calm down. Maybe he does have a point.”

Maybe Bucky has a point. You’re miserable here whether you make good money or not. It’s time to let your wings free and soar to your highest potential.

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Adoration of the Heart

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Bartender!Neighbor!Bucky x college!artist!reader (intended female reader)

Word count: 6.5K

Summary: You did it, you graduated, but an unexpected pair of visitors put a damper on what should’ve been a celebratory night. Don’t worry though, Bucky is determined to fix that for you.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, some angst, family drama - readers parents are a piece of work, bucky is in love, lots of fluff, smut with feelings, daddy kink, fingering, biting, scratching, pet names (sugar, daddy, baby, good girl), bucky talks a lot during sex. I did not include a divider for the smut because it’s broken up just a little bit throughout two or three different moments.

A/N: This is unbeta-d and all mistakes are my own.

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You did it - you graduated. You fucking graduated.

The smile on your face was so big it hurt as you searched the seats for your Bucky. Other than Val and Ana, who were in this crowd of caps and gowns with you, Bucky was the only one here for you.

You hadn't told your parents about the graduation ceremony. They didn't agree with the art path you'd chosen and they'd been anything but supportive. So, you left them out of your big day. But that was okay, because Bucky with his gray blue eyes - the ones that reminded you of an ocean storm - were glinting with pride when you found them.

Bucky was the one that had been there through your countless nights of studying for finals. He would even read through your final papers, giving you a second set of eyes on your work. He took care of you when you ran yourself into the ground, prying your studies from your hands and drawing you a bath. He'd sit with you, wash your hair and help you relax. When you'd be ready to get out, he'd pat you down with a fluffy warm towel before making you come undone on his tongue or his fingers. Afterwards, you'd sit down with a clear mind and ready to work on the next thing.

He was standing at the bottom of the stands, trying to stay as out of the way as best he could. When you spotted each other, his smile grew to match yours. There were flowers in his right hand and a colorful lei in his left. His arms flew out, almost smacking the family that was passing him with the flowers before he stepped toward you.

You closed the distance faster than he planned to, jumping at him and wrapping your arms around his neck as a fit of giggles burst from your lips. His arms secured around your sides to keep you steady as he caught his balance, burying his nose in the crook of your neck in the process.

"God, I'm so proud of you, sugar," he spoke into your skin before placing a kiss there and pulling away. He slipped just far enough from your grasp to hand you the bouquet - the sunflowers and roses and baby's breath radiant in the sunshine. While your head was ducked down to look at the flowers, he gently placed the matching lei over you to rest around your neck.

You looked up at him after he deemed it was in a good spot and he stopped messing with it.

"Thanks, Bucky," You leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. He hummed into your lips before pulling away, rubbing his calloused thumbs along the apples of your cheeks.

"We need a picture," He said, suddenly looking around for someone to take a photo of the two of you. You couldn't hold in the giggle that slipped past your lips as he stopped someone, a guy who happily stopped and set his stuff down. He took Bucky's phone, and Bucky stepped back towards you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you to him.

You smiled, made funny faces at the camera and each other, kissed, smiled again. The stranger was more than happy to take as many as you two wanted. But you told him just one more nice one, offering him a smile.

But something caught your eye.

You could feel Bucky nudging you, trying to gain your attention, but you couldn't pull your eyes away. Bucky's blurry figure reached for his phone from the man, thanking him you're sure - and apologizing for your sudden change in behavior. Once the man was gone, he stepped in front of you, blocking your eyes from what they were locked on.

"Hey," He grasped the sides of your arms, leaning down just a bit to be eye level with you, finally getting your attention. "What's wrong?"

Before you got the chance to answer, you both heard your name being called from just behind Bucky. You watched his brows scrunch in curiosity at the unrecognizable voices before he looked over his shoulder. He turned back to you, worry lining every crease of his features.

"Who're they?" He whispered, before they could get close enough.

You took a breath to try to steel yourself against the disapproval and disappointment you were sure was coming your way. "My parents."

Bucky's demeanor shifted immediately. To anyone else, it would appear as if he was just standing up straight, getting ready to greet someone, but you could feel the tenseness in his hands. They tightened just a bit, squeezing the flesh of your arm before they dragged down to your hands.

"Do you want me to tell them to leave?" He asked, and you knew he would. He would do anything you asked.

But you needed to face this yourself. This wasn't like when John showed up at your door and you couldn't have cared less what happened. You'd never see him again. These were your parents, and as much as they haven't been around lately, if there was a chance you could have a good relationship with them, you had to try.

You needed to try.

"No," You muttered, watching them get closer, "I got it." He gave you a tiny nod, and kissed the top of your head before turning out of the way, sliding his fingers in between your own - giving you an anchor point just in case.

"What're you guys doing here?" You asked as they walked up to you. Your father held his arms out, waiting for a hug. You begrudgingly let go of Bucky's hand, handed him your bouquet and wrapped your arms around your father.

It was awkward at first, after going so long without this, but at the same time it was really nice to have a hug from him again. He let you go and your mother held her arms out in a similar way, and you hugged her too.

"Oh it's so good to see you, honey," She said, squeezing you a little too tight and planting a kiss on your cheek before letting you go.

"Uh, yeah," You backed away, your hand reaching for Bucky's behind you. He laced your fingers together immediately. "But what are you doing here?"

"Well we wanted to see our girl walk the stage!" Your father exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips.

"How did you know where it was? Or when it was? I never sent out an invite," You muttered, hoping they wouldn't be too upset about that fact.

"Well, we still get mail from the school. They sent it to us," Your mom answered, "Though we would've loved a call from you instead."

"Yeah, sorry," you said.

"Well, honey, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend here?" Your mother asked, gesturing to Bucky.

"Right, right, um," You turned to look at him, a tight smile gracing his lips, "This is James, my boyfriend. James, these are my parents."

He plastered on a smile you could tell was forced and he offered his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He shook their hands before stepping back behind you.

"We'd love to take you to dinner to celebrate, if you have time?" Your mother asked, hope dripping from her words.

"Oh, uh," You looked at Bucky, "Do we have time before you need to be at the bar?"

If you were going to take this opportunity, you wanted Bucky there. Not for anything in particular, but just to be with you - so you weren't alone with them. That simple thought had your insides churning. But if he had work, then you just wouldn't go and that was just fine with you too.

He tilted his head down so your parents wouldn't hear, "We have time if you want to go, but I can always say we don't have time. It's up to you." He leaned back again, looking at you with such sincerity you almost lost your breath and you had to tear your eyes from his back to your parents.

"Sure,” you said with a tight smile, “We can do a short dinner."

Dinner was going surprisingly well - so far. Your parents hadn't brought up the art career thing, and they were actually being extremely pleasant and being nice to Bucky too which was a bonus. Maybe this could work after all.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go wash up." He leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before he stood and walked off to the restroom.

"You didn't have to bring him you know," your mother said, not even looking up from her plate. "We don't bite."

"I'm sorry?"

"The man," she elaborated as if that made everything that much clearer.

"You mean my boyfriend?"

"We just think it's time you come home, honey. Find you a nice place not too far from the house, how does that sound," your father tried to change the subject.

"I don't want to come home."

"Why not? We're there," your father started. You gave him a moment to try and think of something else as a reason, but he fumbled, and eventually settled on, "Some of your old friends are still there, too."

"I want to stay here, with Bucky," You explained, setting your fork down and twisting the napkin in your lap.

"You shouldn't even be with him sweetie," Your mom stated, "Spending every night in a filthy bar, doing god knows what. It's not right, not for you."

You tilted your nose up just a tad, and steeled your gaze as best you could. Bucky had given you a few examples of how to at least look like nothings getting to you over the past few months whenever you got to watch him throw someone out of the bar. So you used what you could remember and just hoped it was working.

"How do you know if it's filthy? You've never been there."

"Well, even so, you still shouldn't be wasting your time there. You need to be working towards a career."

"I am," You explained, "I go to the bar to paint. I paint pictures of the customers, if they agree, and most do. I'm building my portfo—"

"Oh honey, don't you think it's time to give that up?" Your mother asked, "You don't really expect to make a living with that do you?"

It was like a punch to the gut, just like it was every time. Your stomach dropped and took all your breath with you. Looking down at your hands, you couldn't help the half hearted chuckle that you let slip. You had a feeling this is how it would go. That they weren't really here to celebrate with you. To celebrate you. They were just here to try to take you home. To get you to put yourself in a job you hated in some gloomy office like they did.

God forbid you tried to do something you loved.

Shaking your head, you took a breath. "You guys are unbelievable." You muttered.

"Honey, you need to speak up, you know it's impolite to—"

"You're unbelievable." You cut off your father, looking up and staring them both down. "Un-fucking-believable."

You pulled your napkin from your lap, throwing it on the table as you gathered your purse.

"What're you doing?" Your mother demanded as you stood.

"You're unbelievable," you sneered, "God, I thought — I thought maybe, just maybe, this time was different." You shouldered your purse and dusted the wrinkles from the skirt of your dress.

"What do you mean?" Your mother asked.

"You guys won't let me just be happy will you? You want to see me live my life the same way you lived yours and here's a newsflash for you — I don't want that. I never have and I never will. Being successful isn't all about how much money you make, or if you're fucking CEO of some uptight company." You took a breath to steady yourself, the weight on your chest starting to feel too heavy as it clogged your throat and pricked at your eyes. Crying when you're mad - it was why you never talked back. Well, you’d talked back, but not like this. But enough was enough.

"That man's gotten in your head hasn't he," Your mother suggested, and that was the final straw.

"How dare you," You stated. "Why can't you take credit for what you say? Or the way you made me feel all these years. Bucky has been nothing but perfect to me. He makes me feel heard and seen. He supports me, why can't you?"

You fought the tears in your eyes as you heard a certain pair of footsteps approaching.

"Hey, what's going on?" Bucky asked as he walked up, but then he turned to you and his face fell. The easy going look in his eyes morphed into concern and worry as he reached for your cheeks. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You caught his hands, pulling them down. "We're leaving." His back straightened as he nodded, letting go of your hands for just long enough to grab his jacket.

He glanced at your parents who were still sitting at the table and he muttered, "It was nice meeting you. Don't worry about the bill, it's already taken care of."

You turned at that, because of course he would sneak away to pay, he did that half the time when you went on double dates with Steve and Peggy — Steve taking it the other half of the time. You should've known he wasn't actually going to the restroom.

Within a moment he was next to you, his hand on the small of your back.

He helped you into the car, where you took some deep breaths to try and calm down.

You didn’t know if you were angry at them for doing this to you again. Breaking you down to tears just because you weren’t like them. Or if you were angry at yourself for allowing them a moment to do it again. For allowing it to even get to you after all this time. For giving them a reaction.

A squeeze to your bare thigh caught your attention, and you blinked out of your thoughts. Bucky at some point had moved the car. You were parked again but no longer in front of the restaurant.

“Do you want to talk about what happened,” he gently asked, his voice just barely above a whisper as he squeezed your leg again before he flipped his hand over, holding it open, waiting for you to take it. You laced your fingers together, allowing the feel of his calloused hand in yours to complete grounding you, to bring you out of your head so you could be present in this car with him.

“It's nothing that hasn’t happened before.” Even them trying to blame Bucky wasn’t new. They always tried to blame someone else as the reason why you wouldn’t listen to them — obey them. "I should be used to it by now."

"Don't say that."

"Why not? It's not like they said anything I haven't heard before," You looked at him now, allowing him to see the tear streaks that ran down your cheeks and the redness to your eyes. "I shouldn't have given them a chance to do that. We shouldn't have gone to dinner with them."

"Maybe," He started, reaching up to wipe your cheeks with his knuckles, "But now you can say you tried. And I think trying at least is worth it." He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you forward so he could kiss your forehead, "And it shouldn't matter if you think you should be 'used to it' by now, they shouldn't speak to you like that. Especially because you're their daughter."

You hummed in agreement, closing your eyes and taking a moment to revel in the feeling of his hand still on the back of your neck. He pulled you further forward into his neck. Taking a deep inhale, you let the smell of sandalwood and leather - the smell of him - flood your senses, calming you. You didn't even care that you were smushed together over the center console, it's leather rubbing uncomfortably against your skin.

He let you stay there for a moment as he cradled your head against him with one hand and traced delicate patterns over your arm with his other.

"Well," He mumbled into your hair, "You're all dolled up, let's go celebrate you."

You pulled your head away from his neck to sit back in your seat. "I kind of just want to go home." You muttered, glancing at him from where you sat.

He sighed, "You don't wanna try to save the night?"

"I mean yeah that'd be nice," You fiddled with the skirt to your dress as the weight on your chest just grew heavier by the minute. "If I didn't feel like this right now."

"Will you let me try to save it?" He asked. You turned to him, narrowing your eyes as you watched him. A small smile started to grow on your lips as you saw his tells.

"What did you do?" He put his eyes back towards the road as he pulled the car away from the curb with a smirk on his lips.

"I didn't do anything," He said, relaxing into his seat as if you weren't staring holes into the side of his face. "Quit your staring."

"No," You said, turning your body in our seat to angle towards him, "Not until you tell me what you did."

"I told you, I didn't do anything."

"You're lying. You get this smugness about you when you lie," You commented and his face twitched.

"I do not."

"You do," You sat back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest without taking your eyes off of him. "Your lips start twitching and your left eyebrow raises just a hair."

He laughed, glancing between you and the road. "I didn't do anything, but just let me make tonight better okay?" He placed his hand on your thigh again, gripping your muscle.

"Fine, if you must," You jokingly sneered at him, scrunching your nose and getting another laugh in return as his hand started to massage your leg.

The weight in your chest was still there, but it was lighter now - manageable. You could breathe again, and you no longer had tears in your lashes. A wave of gratitude washed over you, flooding your senses as you looked out to the road. You didn't know what you'd do if you didn't have Bucky there to keep you somewhat grounded. What else they would've tried to say had he not been there, creating an opening for you to exit the conversation.

And you didn't even want to think about how you would've handled the aftermath had you not had him with you. Before him, you would've locked yourself in your room, letting the sadness and the grief take hold of your heart as you cried. Ana would come home and she would pick up on it right away, and she always knew it was because of them. She would dig out your favorite movie, make popcorn and drag you out of your room, making you spend time with her. She always got through to you, eventually cheering you up.

But Bucky was different. He'd become your calm. Just having his hand in yours or resting on your leg like it was now, was enough to keep you from sinking into the sorrow. The way he'd get you to smile or laugh, sometimes even turning your tears into laughing ones.

A brush against your clothed core pulled you from your head and you looked down.

His hand had dragged up your thigh, pushing your skirt up, and his pinky was lightly dragging across the front of your panties. You turned your head to face him.

"What do you think you're doing?" You asked, fighting the smile that was trying to break through.

"Oh, nothing," He muttered, not taking his eyes off the road as his fingers found the edge of the fabric and pulled it aside.

"It doesn't seem like -" a small gasp broke past your lips as he slipped his middle and ring finger through your folds, "- like nothing."

He smirked, side eyeing you. "I'm just having some fun."

You went to retort, to say anything in return, but you fell silent at the feeling of his two fingers sinking into you, all the way to the knuckle.

"Just relax," he whispered, slowly dragging his fingers out before sinking them back in. "Let daddy play with you."

He continued slowly torturing you, slowly pumping his fingers in and out, occasionally removing them to play with your clit before putting them back. All the while, driving to the bar, with a smirk on his face and pretending you weren't moaning in your seat and that he wasn't doing anything at all. As if he wasn't getting you to grind down on his hand as you tried to get just a little more friction from his skin or to get his fingers just a little deeper.

You hated when he did stuff like this to you. Tease you just because he can and because he does it so well. But you couldn't help but love it.

It always made what came after that much better.

He pulled into his spot in the parking lot, removing his fingers from you and throwing the car in park before he raised his fingers to his lips, wrapping them around his digits, cleaning them of your juices.

"C'mon," He said, moving to open the door.

"You're not gonna finish what you started?" You asked, your jaw slacked open as you watched him step out.

"I will," he winked at you, "if you're good tonight."

His door shut and you scoffed, whipping your head around to push your door open before he could get to it.

"That's just mean," You swung your legs out of the car, your heels touching down on the loose gravel. Before you could push yourself up, there was a hand in front of you attached to a scowling Bucky. You could tell it was fake though, the way his lips twitched giving it away.

He didn't respond, choosing to lean in and planted a kiss on your neck instead, sending shivers down your spine that settled low in your core. Damn him.

You let him help you out of the car, doing your best to ignore how wet you were as you grasped his hand and allowed him to support you as you stood. Even in your heels, you were still shorter than him. He leaned down, grabbing your purse from your seat and handing it to you before offering his elbow to help keep steady as you walked through the door to the bar.

He pulled the door open for you, allowing you to step through first.

The second you walked in, the bar erupted in cheers, startling you as all of your friends appeared before you. Ana and Val ran up to you, engulfing you in a tight embrace as you looked around, trying to take it all in.

There was a banner hung over the bar that had graduation caps drawn on it and Congratulations written across it in bubble letters. A platter of cupcakes and a stack of party hats were set up along the bar top and confetti littering every other surface.

All of Bucky's regulars, who allowed you to paint portraits of them, were scattered around the room, all clapping and hollering. Steve and Peggy stood behind the bar with Sam and Natalia. And even some of your classmates were scattered among the other patrons.

"What is this?" You turned to Bucky who stood behind you.

"We all wanted to throw you a party," he explained, "Everyone chipped in to celebrate you-"

"Don't let him be humble about this!" Sam shouted over the crowd, "He planned all of this!"

You looked back to Bucky, seeing his cheeks flare as he tried to avoid your eyes. This was one of the things you loved about him. He loved to do things for you, but the second he had to own up to the fact that it was his idea, he got shy and flustered.

You tore yourself from your friend's arms and buried your face in his chest, wrapping your hands around his back. His arms settled around your shoulders, wrapping around your head as he rested his cheek on top of your hair.

"Thanks Bucky," you muttered against the fabric of his shirt and the rumble of his voice vibrated your lips when he replied.

"You're welcome, sugar," he pulled you back so he could see you, "I'm proud of you. We all are."

Watching you dance your heart out was one of Bucky's favorite things to do. The way you moved your hips, swaying to the beat and making your skirt flow around your legs. The fabric wrapped around your legs, giving him teasing peeks of your upper thighs as it fluttered a little too high when you spun around. It was a bonus that you wore heels tonight - your legs looked stunning.

You always had a carefree smile on your face when you danced too. As if you were so lost in the music that everyone else faded away. Except for Bucky. And he knew it too.

He'd get up next to you, lightly brushing his fingers against the exposed skin of your arms or your back, leaning down to plant a kiss on your neck. Your body always responded to his, leaning into his touch, letting the movement of his hands guide the way your body swayed. Tipping your head to the side, giving him more access to the skin of your neck. But it would only last for a few minutes.

Then he'd be gone, slipping past you to get to Steve, or to Sam, or to the cake. Leaving you to dance and mingle with everyone who showed up for you.

You'd reach out in the direction he left, trying to catch his hand or his arm before he got too far, but you were never quite quick enough. He was still teasing you, and he knew it was working.

The darkness alone in your irises made his breath hitch, swallowing around the sudden dryness. But then you had to go and run your fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your face as you gnawed on the edge of your bottom lip.

If he didn't do something about you soon, the rest of the party would be in for a show to say the least. They almost did get a show when you were playing pool with your friends, the way you looked bent over the pool table had him in a chokehold and he had to restrain himself from taking you then and there.

He made his way to you, the way your body turned on instinct to allow him the space to be near you telling him you knew he was coming before you looked at him.

"Come with me," Bucky's lips brushed against your ear as spoke, his breath tickling your skin and his arms coming to wrap around your waist. You turned your head to face him, your noses brushing as he pulled back.

You nodded, grabbing his hand so he could lead you to his office. The click of your heels against the hardwood floor was like a ticking clock as you followed him. Once that door closed, it was only a matter of time until he had you coming undone. Whether it was going to be on his tongue, his fingers, his thigh, or his cock - well that was the question that'd taken over your brain.

You stepped into his office, the click of the door and the lock ringing in your ears as you looked around.

You'd been in here plenty of times, but Bucky had a habit of rearranging more often than he probably should. Almost every time, something was moved around and it had almost become a game for you to find what he changed.

It never took you long though, and this time was no different. After a quick glance around, you spotted the frame on his desk. Usually, any photos or any of your paintings he'd have on the wall. He rarely kept things on his desk that weren't work related, so this was definitely new.

You walked around the side of the solid wood desk, dragging your fingers along its smooth surface until you were next to his chair. Picking up the frame, a smile broke out on your face.

"When did you have time to frame this?" You asked, turning around the photo of the two of you after your graduation ceremony from earlier that day. "We've been together literally all day."

"I have my ways," he muttered, walking around the desk to stand behind you, resting his hands on your hips and squeezing. He raised one hand, pulling the photo from your hand and setting it back on the desk.

"Oh, and I don't get to know them?" You asked as you rested your hands over his as one of them started to wander up, trailing up your stomach and your chest until it came to loosely wrap around the front of your neck. His fingers grabbed your jaw, turning your head so he could see your face.

"They aren't important right now," His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, his breath fanning your face as he glanced between your eyes and your lips and back again. His other hand slipped from your hold, moving down your skirt, and pulling the fabric up.

"What is important then?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as the feeling of his hand dragging across your thigh threatened to take all of your attention.

"You," his lips captured yours, pulling your bottom one between his teeth before he let your tongue tangle with his own. His fingers pushed past the fabric of your panties again and he groaned into your mouth, his hand on your jaw tightening as he pulled away. "You're still soaked."

A whine crept up your throat, and you bit your lip to try and keep it from getting out as the pads of his fingertips drew slow circles across your clit. Not once did he look away as his fingers traveled lower, pushing through your folds before two of them sunk into your core again.

Gasping, you let your lip go and your whine filled the air. His lips pursed as he shushed you, "You know I love hearing you, but if you don't want them - " he tipped his head toward the door, " - to hear you, then you gotta be quiet."

Gulping down another whine as his fingers dragged against your walls, you nodded and pushed back into him, feeling the growing bulge there.

"Please," you asked, fighting the whimper that threatened to break through.

"Please, what sugar?" He smirked. Damn him. Ever since you let that name slip a few weeks ago, he'd been using it to his advantage.

"Daddy," Your voice hitched as you swallowed another sound.

"You want my cock?" He asked, speeding up his fingers and making you arch your back into him again. Placing your hands against the table to keep you from falling over, you nodded. "Do you think you've been good tonight?"

You nodded, a weak "yes" tumbling from your lips as you fought to keep your eyes open and on him. His hand moved from your neck to the back of your head, gripping your hair as he pulled you in again, crushing his lips to yours.

"I think you deserve it," He pulled back, "You’re always such a good girl for me."

His fingers slipped out of you and he flicked them across your clit, sending a jolt through your body, before he pulled his hand away and worked on his belt. At the same time, his other hand left your hair and moved to the spot between your shoulders, gently pushing you.

"Lean over for me, baby."

You settled yourself over the desk, the coolness of it like a shock to your hot skin and the stretch in your legs from heels burning your legs in the best way. He pulled your skirt up over your butt and pulled your underwear to the side.

"Oh look at you," He whispered, sounding as wrecked as you already felt. "So pretty for me like this." He dragged his fingers through your folds again, making you push back against his touch and grip the edge of the desk as you bit your lip. "God, I love when you're soaked like this."

"Stop teasing," You whined, looking over your shoulder and not caring how desperate you might have sounded. "Please - need you."

Bucky cooed, leaning over you, "Gonna be quiet for me? Like a good girl?"

You nodded, as a whispered "promise" fell from your lips.

Your jaw slacked as the head of cock pushed through your folds, gliding back and forth, gathering as much of your slick as he could before he straightened his back and sunk into you in one movement.

A heavy breath left his lips and you could tell he was trying to be just as quiet as you, but the stifled moan that filtered through your ears made your knees weak as they slightly buckled and knocked against the drawer.

He dragged himself in and out of you slowly as he grabbed your hips, helping guide you back onto him.

"Fuck," he whispered, "you always take me so well."

A whine bubbled up and past your lips as he sped up his pace, his hips rocking into yours as he pulled your butt up so he could go even deeper. A loud groan clawed its way out of your throat as the knot in your stomach started to grow.

Bucky had ruined you for anyone else. Even yourself on some occasions - your hand proved to be almost useless compared to him now. The way he knew your body so well, knew exactly how to pull you apart the quickest way possible - or the slowest if he wanted.

He reached forward, wrapping his hand around your mouth and pulled your head back, "Shit - you drive me crazy you know that?" He huffed, pounding into you as the cup of pens knocked over, "Just wanna be buried in you forever."

You whined against his hand, thankful it was there to keep you from being found out, but your need to hear him took over your brain. Reaching your hand up, you carded your fingers through his hair before grabbing a fistful of it and tugging.

He bent forward, burying his face in your neck and moaning into your skin. He angled himself to hit that perfect spot again, nailing it over and over as your knees buckled and the knot in your gut snapped.

A silent scream broke through the gaps in his fingertips as your climax racked through you.

But he didn't stop. He kept nailing that spot at a brutal pace and the pressure began to build again. Letting go of the desk's edge, you reached up to his arm, digging your nails into his skin and leaving red lines in your wake.

The hand on your hip dived down for your clit. He rolled the bundle of nerves between his fingers in time with his thrusts, the sensation sending a jolt through your nerves. It was almost enough to send you crashing a second time. Almost

But it was the feel of his cock twitch, a warmth following as he bit your shoulder, that had you unraveling under him. A loud groan vibrated through your skin as he buried himself as deep as he could go as all of your muscles tightened and you moaned against his hand.

"Breathe, baby," he hummed into your ear. "I've got you."

Your blood was rushing in your ears once your body relaxed again and you were able to take a deep, shaky inhale through your nose, your knees finally giving out as they rested against the drawer.

"I got you," Bucky whispered again as he gently guided your head to lay against the desk before he pulled his hand off your lips and he brushed the hair from your eyes.

The dazed look you gave him had him cooing at you. "You did so well, sugar."

You hummed, blinking your eyes closed as you let the coolness of the desk cool you down, a lazy smile gracing your lips.

Once you deemed you had the strength to stand, he pulled himself from you, sliding your underwear back into place.

"I want to see myself dripping from you as we walk to the car," he said, causing another fire to light across your skin.

He reached to steady you as you stood, your legs wobbling under you. He made you sit against the edge of the desk so he could reach down and pull your heels off your feet, setting them to the side.

"I'll get the car and bring it around the front so you don't have to walk in the parking lot, okay?" He asked, seeming to see how wrecked you really were. He could tell just by the heavy but spaced out look in your eyes that you were ready to go home.

"I'll draw you a bath when we get home. How's that sound?" He stood, catching your face between his hands as he smiled at you.

"That sounds nice," You hummed, leaning forward to press your lips against his. "Will you get in with me?"

He hummed against your lips, "You know I will."

You giggled at that, pushing him off of you. "Go on then."

He chuckled at you, leaning in for one more kiss before he said he'd be quick. He left you sitting against his desk, the music from the bar filtering through the door when he opened it to step out.

You took a moment before you stood, reaching down to grab your heels and pushing yourself off the desk. You leaned over to pick up the knocked over cup of pens and saw the photo again.

The way he was looking at you nearly made you sit down. The fact that there was so much adoration in his eyes - so much love - stole your breath from you.

You never thought that you'd find someone like him - not this early in your adulthood anyways. And to be able to see him giving you that look, you couldn't help the overwhelming feeling that flooded your chest and bubbled up, tears pricking at your eyes.

"You ready?" His voice came from the doorway and you set the photo down, taking a breath and nodding. His smile faltered when you looked up and he saw the tears in your eyes, "Everything okay?"

You nodded, walking around the desk and grabbing his hand.

"Everything's perfect."

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Dear 201 - Fan Mail Pt. 5

Title: Dear 201 - Fan Mail Pt. 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2650

Rating: T

Warnings: Drinking, anger, fucking angst. Steve Rogers is a fucking asshole.

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Three little numbers both thrill and terrify Bucky in equal measure- he started to see the numbers everywhere after he received the letter from Ace. The news didn't seem to surprise Steve or Sam in the way it did Bucky. Steve has always been one to take news like a shot of neat whisky, the information flowing into him, burning, but on the outside he still remains stoic. Sam, on the other hand, seemed to take the news like the beach takes the tide, the news rolling over him like he had known it was coming, something he had come to learn already. As Bucky told him the news, the waves of his voice washed over him and he welcomed them like an old friend.

After the news broke, Bucky kept his next move close to his chest like a winning poker hand. The chips of his decision twirl threw his fingers, folding over his knuckles as he waits for his turn to bid. Sam has urged him to move decide, to write faster, to move faster. Bucky doesn't let the words get to him.

One night after too much alcohol stolen from Thor, the Asgardian liquor coursing through their systems, Steve tells Bucky to leave it be- to quit writing all together.

"Seriously, Buck, you don't need the headache of all this," Steve mumbles a bit, speaking more to himself than to Bucky who is splayed out on the couch across from him.

"What did you say?" Bucky questions him, his brows furrowing. He pulls his focus from the letters he has been rifling through, the letters from her.

"You don't need to write her anymore," Steve says as a matter of fact, "You don't need to deal with this anymore," He doesn't bother looking at Bucky, if he would he doesn't think he could stop his eyes from rolling. Instead, he keeps his eyes locked on his glass, swirling the liquid around with a gentle twist of his wrist. He watches the amber colored concoction move around the glass, his attention better spent on that than he friend and the situation Buck finds himself in. Steve has deemed it ridiculous, too good to be true, a flat out fucking lie.

"Deal with what, exactly, Steve?" Bucky sits up now, clutching the letters a little tighter. The paper bunches under his touch, the new wrinkles spreading like roots through the words.

"This, this shit, Bucky!" Steve raises his voice; it echoes through the room, bristling over Bucky's form, striking a nerve.

"Excuse me?" Bucky manages, the words spit from his lips full of venom and animosity. His body tightens, the tendons in his neck pulling tight as he squares his shoulders with a bit too much force. He sets his jaw, teeth threatening to grind together to release some of the anger that is taking over his veins with pump of his heart, the tension in the air scalding this insides with each breath he draws.

Bucky would go to war for this woman, the mystery he has come to adore who lays just on the other side of the postal route, the stamp, the words, the ink. He hadn't thought about it until this very moment, Steve's words spurring something inside of Bucky, his chest burning at the thought of losing his 'Warmest Regards", the thought causes nausea to swim through Bucky, sweat overtaking his skin with pinpricks of anxiety.

Steve turns his face up, eyes coming up to see the sweat collecting on Bucky's brow. Bucky is almost seething, his body threating to vibrate with anger. "You know what, don't even bother finishing that sentence," Bucky corrects, holding a flat hand out to Steve as if to say 'stop'. Bucky shakes his head, bangs falling forward, concealing the band of sweat that coats his skin.

He wants to blame the alcohol for Steve's words, for the anger that poured out of them and into Bucky. He wrings his hands, letters sitting haphazardly in his lap. He wants to blame the alcohol for the way his heart seems to be imprinting itself on the inside of his ribcage and the way his hands shake. For the sweat that seems to have taken over his body, chilling him with a sense of sickness. But the only thing he can blame the alcohol for is the fact that it started their evening together in the first place.

What started as a night to just let go and relax from the strenuous missions and never ending paperwork has turned into honesty hour that has left Bucky feeling sick to his stomach, both from the anger and the liquor he decided couldn't touch him. But now the room spins and his best friend sits across from him, eyes burning into his own.

"I just mean, what if this is all some sort of ploy to get something out of you? What if whoever is writing you isn't this girl that claims to be on the other side. What if they aren't a barber in Hell's Kitchen? What if they are just in this for money or fame or for the story? Hell, what if they are some terrorist or threat trying to get close to you in order to bring us down? What then, Buck?" Steve's words bite and there is nothing too soothe the marks they leave in Bucky. His chest aches, and Steve's does too; the aches blooming from original sources but crippling each man with a dull pain that doesn't seem to subside.

Bucky runs his hand over his sternum, pressing hard with his knuckles, trying to counter the ache with pressure from the outside. Steve knocks back the rest of his drink, tasting like honey but burning all the way down. This time he grimaces. Bucky does too, stomach acid burning in his chest.

Words halt, the world seems to, too. It's like everything has slowed, each movement, each beat of Bucky's heart, each thought that creeps into Bucky's mind that tells him he isn't good enough to have someone write to him- someone so soft and full of love, full of light, on the other side of the paper with ink stained fingertips. Someone like that would be too good for him, he thinks, maybe Steve is right.

The world resumes speed when a glass leaves Bucky's hand, one he didn't realize he had picked up until the shattered pieces of crystal mingle with the leftover honey flavored amber that resided at the bottom of the glass moments before. The shards look like constellations, each sharp point sparkling in the light of the living room. They beg to be touched, the blade like corners glimmering as the men eye the new universe that has been created on the floor between them.

"Weren't you the one telling me all those weeks ago that a letter was coming for me? Aren't you the one who couldn't contain their excitement along with me every single time another letter showed up with my name on it? Weren't you the one cheering me on through this? What the fuck happened, Steve?" Bucky sounds almost defeated, burying his head in his hands. He grips at his hair tightly, knuckles threatening to turn white under the pressure.

Steve can't seem to make his brain work, his mind refusing to form thoughts that would do any good at defending himself. Bucky is right, he thinks- he knows. All those weeks ago when Bucky received that first letter, Steve memorized the pride that burst through his chest at the sight. He remembers the smile that adorned his friend's face just moments before the photo. Steve also remembers the steam that filled his lungs as he was forced to hear Bucky sob just a few feet away, unable to do anything to make the hurt stop.

Bucky is his best friend, and all those years ago Steve sent Bucky over the beam first shortly after rescuing him, putting his own safety, his own life on the line to make sure Bucky got out first. It was then he decided Bucky's life was the most important thing and just the mere idea of Bucky getting hurt, or heaven forbid getting himself killed, because he got himself in too deep with a 'pen pal' makes Steve physically sick.

Again, neither men dare to speak, each having voiced their concern. Nobody ever said airing out grievances was easy. They both sit their, their words hanging in the air, dense with meaning. They feel almost suffocating, the sentences wrapping themselves around each man and squeezing. Maybe that's the way it's suppose to feel- the protection of a best friend constricting itself around the body until there is no space to breathe.

Tears begin to prick at the corners of Bucky's eyes, a heat coming up his chest cavity, a sob threatening to escape his gritted teeth. The sight hurts Steve but he makes no move to correct it, to sooth his friend or to speak. Everything is out on the table, and it needs to stay that way.

Instead, he pushes himself up, the room swaying around him. It has been a long time since he's been drunk, and maybe it needs to be a long time before it happens again. Steve steps over the shards shakily, moving towards his quarters. He stops just before rounding the corner, daring to look back at the scene he is leaving behind him.

Bucky sits frozen, an unreadable expression written into the lines of his face. His brows are furrowed, a deep line tracing itself on the skin between his brows. His lips are pulled into a tight line, teeth no doubt clenched together to keep a sob from escaping. A few tears have spilled themselves over the Bucky's face, wet, warm trails coasting down his cheeks. The tears fall from his chin. He closes his eyes, chancing a deep breath to steady himself.

"I just want you safe, Buck," Steve whispers, his voice barely audible, but Bucky hears it. He knows Bucky hears it because a small noise somewhere between a whimper and a cry comes out strangled and falls from his lips.

Steve disappears, leaving Bucky a broken mess on the couch, a universe of broken glass in front of him. A sight that would surely break even a tough man- that exact thought keeping Steve from turning around again. The truth hurts, he repeats to himself, over and over and over. He repeats it not only to justify the hurt he has caused but the hurt that has bound itself to his insides, squeezing with each low and ragged breathe.

In some twisted way, Steve thought that if he could hurt Bucky before she could, maybe it would hurt less. Maybe, if Steve thought it was a bad idea, Bucky wouldn't write her back, or maybe he would, just to tell her to never contact him again. Maybe its the jealousy that thrums through Steve at the thought of losing a friend, or maybe it's because he can't stand to see Bucky get close to someone when there is no one in the world that is bidding for his attention.

Steve gets letters, sure. But they are mostly from old women and family's he has saved or reunited. He also gets mail from children who have come to idolize him and he gets mail asking him to participate at local schools and to make appearances. They all want something or are thanking him for something he has already done, his time and energy already given.

It's supposed to be Steve and Bucky till the end of the line and women never got in the way of that before, but they way Bucky looks at those letters, his eyes lighting up at the words gives Steve pause. Bucky has never been this way about a women before and hell, maybe Steve should learn to be happy for his friend but instead the jealousy just eats away at him form the inside out.

When Bucky finally pulls himself from the couch he is shaking, tears stain his skin dry and cracking. He walks past the glass, the discarded crystal left to lay in waste on the floor. The whole universe in the shards becoming increasingly less important with each step Bucky takes towards his quarters.

He manages to pen a letter through his shaking, the lines of his letters wobbly. A few stray tears manage to fall onto the paper the ink smearing under them.

"Dear 201, I need to know that you are real. I need to know that you aren't just some sort of conspiracy or threat trying to get close enough to me to burn everything that surrounds me to the ground.

I need you to be real because I have this blurry image of you in my head that I need to make clear. I need to focus into all the details of you and commit them to memory. Each little, beautiful, imperfect piece. I crave the sight of you in your entirety.

I need to hear your laugh- I need to know if it sounds like pure joy blooming into the world. I need to hold your hands, to see the wear and calloses that adorn them. I need to know how your hand feels wrapped in mine when we shake the first time we meet. I need to know if it will ground me in the way your letters do. I crave you in your pieces and parts.

Most of all, I need you to be real because you are the best damn thing that has happened to me in years and if you aren't real- hell, if you aren't real, I don't know what I would make of myself.

With too much hope and heartache- Bucky Barnes"

Before the war, Bucky knew how to talk to women. Each dip of his voice and brush of a well placed finger had any women swooning over him. He had his pick, each and every time, knowing just what to say to earn himself a kiss at the end of the night. But never before this moment has he poured his heart out in its entirety.

There is nothing left in him to say- hell, there is nothing left in him to feel. He is now too barren to think or hope or cry. Every single piece of him now lies written in dark ink, the letters smudged and imperfect. There is no blood left in his chest, his heart now pumping electricity alone and it courses through him, numbing his already sore being with each mingling prickle.

The tear drops have dried now, but the paper is wrinkled where they once fell. The markings like gravestones for the hurt and hope that poured out of him, not only from his pen but from his heart.

He doesn't think twice about sending it, he doesn't have to. Like words spoken to gods, it was sent the moment it was said. The words are meant to be heard; there isn't a thing in the universe that can stop such a cosmic circumstance.

Sleep takes Bucky the moment his head hits the pillow, the catharsis of the evening allowing his body to rest. He sleeps on his mattress tonight, the blankets wrapping his body like a shroud. He sleeps like the dead as there is nothing left in him to keep him awake.

Steve doesn't sleep. Instead, he drinks, letting the Asgardian liquor continue to numb his senses. The room spins around him as sickness snakes itself through his body, making itself at home in the deepest parts of him.

Maybe that's how it is supposed to feel when you bare your soul to another. Honesty being rewarded with rest and respite while envious anger is rewarded with anguish in equal measure.

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