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xrqkayo · 2 days ago
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  Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Summary: Wanda and Natasha start bickering at breakfast.
a/n: no clue what to post tonight so you get this, I dont really like it but its whatevers. not proof read btw! I also didn’t give it a title before I published it and idk how to add one so it has no title :)
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You’re standing in the kitchen as you hear your girlfriends beginning to bicker in the next room. You let out a sound like that sounds like a groan and chuckle combined, Wanda and Natasha would bicker almost every single time you would have breakfast with them. It was normally about the stupidest stuff too, a couple mornings ago Natasha said ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ was a Christmas movie while Wanda who disagreed said it was a Halloween movie.
You wonder what they’re arguing about today.
You finish pouring the milk into the cereal and quickly grab three spoons from the cupboard before you carry them over to the dinning room.
“Wanda. That is a terrible choice!” Natasha raises her voice slightly at your other girlfriend who its sitting across the table from her. You shake your head and chuckle softly at the petty move Wanda has pulled.
Wanda and Natasha looked up at you when they finally noticed you and gave you big smile.
“Morning, baby.” Wanda quickly said, almost too quickly for you to understand. Wanda laughed loudly and looked over at Natasha, “I win.”
You watch Natasha’s smile turn into a scowl, “You literally said gibberish.” You place the bowl down in front of Natasha and yourself, then you set Wanda’s bowl next to you, “Stop being petty and come sit over here.” You smiled at Wanda as she rolled her eyes. She walked over to the chair and slumped against it as she sits down.
“Petty witch.” Natasha mumbled before shoving a spoon full of cereal in her mouth. You slap her arm playfully and Wanda sits up to look at Natasha, “Really now? I’m petty?” Wanda scoffed, “Remember that time you didn’t talk to me for 30 minutes because I put the milk before the cereal?” You chuckled and turned to Wanda, “She had a good reason to not talk to you, baby. Who puts milk before the cereal?” Wanda gasped and Natasha laughed, “I’m being ganged up on!” 
You leaned over and kissed Wanda on the top of her head, “Love you, too.”
Natasha pouted, “Where’s my ‘Love you’?” You rolled your eyes and kissed her head, “Love you, too”
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samdeancass · 2 days ago
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Wrong Conclusion
Requested by: Anonymous
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Peter, Y/N
Description: Y/N is having really bad stomach cramps. When Peter discovers this, he jumps to the wrong conclusion.
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You groaned as you turned over in bed, curling into yourself and clutching your stomach. “Godammit!” Tears began to form in your eyes as the pain was beginning to much for you to handle. 
You heard faint footsteps coming up the stairs and immediately uncurled yourself, grimacing as you did. As much as you loved Peter, you didn’t want him to know about your stomach cramps. Whenever something’s wrong, he always jumps to the wrong conclusions and you knew that would happen if he found out. 
The door opened and revealed a smiling Peter carrying a tray full of different foods for breakfast. You smiled widely at him but inside you really didn’t want to eat anything. You squeezed your eyes closed and took a sharp breath as you sat up with a pillow behind you. 
Peters’ facial expression changed when he noticed and sat on the bed beside you, cradling your cheek in his hand. “Are you ok, baby? Why did you do that just then?” 
You tried your best to keep your poker face even though your stomach felt like it was on fire. “Why did I do what? I didn’t do anything.” Giving you his best “I know you’re lying face”, Peter leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. “C’mon, Y/N. I always know when something’s wrong. Spill.” 
You shook your head. “Honestly, nothing’s wrong. I’m just a little sore, is all.” Peter nodded but he still looked as if he didn’t believe you. Leaning over, he grabbed the tray and placed it onto your lap, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. 
You smiled gratefully at him and looked down at your food, waiting for him to leave. After a few seconds, he slipped out to go to the bathroom and that’s when you began to cry. 
You had never experienced stomach cramps like this before, they were becoming unbearable. When you heard the toilet flush, you quickly wiped your eyes dry and picked up your knife and fork but stopped when you noticed Peter standing in the doorway staring at you.
“Why are you staring at me?” He raised his eyebrows at you before walking over to the bed and sitting beside you again. “You’ve been crying, I can tell. Now please, tell me what’s wrong.”
A small twinge rumbled your stomach which made you grimace a little. “I’ve got really bad stomach cramps, they’re the worst that I’ve ever felt. I can barely move, it’s unbearable.”
His eyes widened as you carried on explaining what the matter was. All of a sudden, he rushed around the room desperately trying to find something. “Peter, what the hell are you doing?!” 
“I need to get you to a hospital, baby. You might have appendicitis or something worse.” He continued to look frantically for his phone until he noticed you laughing. “Why the hell are you laughing?! This is serious!” You wiped tears from your eyes, trying to calm yourself down.
“Yeah it would be if it was appendicitis babe, but it’s not.” Peter tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean? How do you know it’s not?” You leaned forward a little in bed. “Because it’s my time of the month.” He still looked confused, like a lost puppy. Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m on my period, Peter. I don’t need to go to hospital.” In that moment, Peters’ face turned bright red and he hid his face in his hands. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I overreacted. Again. Why do I always do that?” You pulled him into your chest, running your fingers through his hair.
“Because you care so much. Because you don’t want anything to happen to me. Because you love me.” He turned his head to look up at you, placing a hand on the back of your head and bringing you down to meet his lips. “Of course I love you, I always will.”
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the-emo-asgardian · a day ago
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A Month to Remember: A Flufftober Series
Day 20: Secret Crush
Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: When you’re sure your adoptive fathers, Steve and Bucky, and the rest of the team wouldn’t approved of your new relationship with Loki, the two of you decide to keep it a secret. But how long can the charade last before everyone find out? Chapter Warnings: another short one A/N: The prompt list is from @flufftober2021! Enjoy :)
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“Have you thought about what I said the other day?” Steve asked.
“You say a lot of things, Captain, how am I supposed to remember it all?” Loki retorted. “But, if you mean how you couldn’t remember the word for scissors and called them snip-snips, yes I do remember that.”
Steve went red in the face. “That was two years ago. When are you going to let it go?”
Loki just shrugged, annoying the man further. The god couldn’t say he felt bad about it. Not after all the turmoil your father had caused you recently. Though, maybe he could help smooth things a little. He just had to figure out how to get the hero off your case.
“My apologies. What is it that you wanted too talk about then?”
“The person I know who would be a good match for you.”
Loki frowned. “Oh.”
“You know Alex from PR? That’s who I’m thinking of. And before you say no,” the man was quick to add, “I saved the manager of this fancy restaurant uptown recently, and they gave me a voucher for a free dinner for two. Dessert’s included.”
Loki raised his eyebrow, an idea forming in his head. He fully saw this as an opportunity to take you out somewhere nice. Not that he couldn’t anyway, but Tony was starting to catch on that he was always stealing his credit card. He could pay the man back, but he was a billionaire anyway. Besides, all Loki’s cash was kept in a dimensional pocket; he didn’t exactly have a bank account for transferring money.
“I must decline. At least, I must decline on the account of taking Alex. I do have a, ah, secret crush of sorts, if the generous offer is still open in that case.”
Steve eyed him suspiciously. “Wait, it’s not-”
“Calm down, Captain. I will not be inviting my best friend to the dinner.”
Steve fell quiet for a moment. Had he read the situation wrong? Did Loki not have romantic feelings for you? Was he playing you, leading you on? Or was he lying to him in this moment?
“Promise?”
“Yes. I promise I will not be asking your child out.”
This had gone a lot better than Steve expected. He pulled the vouchers out of his back pocket and handed them to the god. “Good luck with whoever it is then.”
“Oh, thank you, Captain. This has been the most delightful you have been in a while.” Loki chuckled. “Thank you for all your help.”
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Peter had asked you to come to some ceremony at his school. The plan was to meet him for dinner first, then head over. However, and much to your surprise, it was not him standing by the entrance, but your boyfriend. Loki looked rather dapper and dashing in his all black suit.
“Hello, love,” you greeted him with a kiss to the cheek after he opened the door of the car for you. “Did Peter invite you too?”
“Actually, I am sorry for the trick, but the plan for the evening is a bit different than you have been led to believe,” Loki chuckled before explaining the promise he’d made to Steve. “I may be the God of Lies, darling, but I am a man of my word.”
“You’re clever, Mischief,” you laughed along with him as he led you into the restaurant. It was a technicality, but really he hadn’t been the one to invite you, just as he’d promised. “And what’ll we tell my dad when we finally come clean?”
“The whole truth I suppose. There will be nothing to lose at that point, right?”
You nodded. “I guess you’re right. Anyway, that’s a problem for another day,” you sighed. “For now, let’s just enjoy our dinner which my father has so kindly provided us with. Because, you know, I’ll never not enjoy my time with my clever God of Mischief.”
“You flatter me, my love,” he replied, stealing another kiss, happy to see you in better spirits than yesterday. “And by now I’m sure you know, though I can never tire of saying it, the feeling is mutual.”
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don-daygamerz · a day ago
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Halloween Special #1
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Husband!Billy Russo x Wife!Reader
Summary: Halloween is upon the Russo family.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1.1K
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The flat-screen T.V in the living room was on and playing a special feature in regards to this year’s holiday, that is Halloween. The special feature happened to be an all-time Tim Burton film classic, ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas.’ Two special little darlings sat on the couch, their mesmerizing dark eyes never straying from the screen, for their minds were hooked on the entertaining musical that was playing.
Billy was in his home office doing his usual Anvil paperwork while his wife was occupied in the kitchen preparing supper for her family. (Name) would occasionally look towards her children sitting on the family couch, she’d smile at the sweet docile looks on their faces as they were watching one of their favorite Halloween films. Billy and (Name) had been together for around thirteen years and in those years, they had been married for nine years. Nine wonderful years. And during their marriage, they were gifted with two beautiful children, their son, Henry William Russo, and their daughter, Sybil Francesca Russo. Henry was now seven years old and his little sister was 2 years old.
Despite their young age, they were never scared of Tim Burton’s animated films, in fact, they loved them. While (Name) was so focused on the bubbling pots and sizzling pans, two long muscular arms wrapped around her waist. Those warm arms had brought her back to rub against her husband’s chest, Billy placed his chin on her shoulder and then gave kisses to her soft neck, “Mmm…smells good,” he complimented his wife’s cooking. (Name) giggled at her husband, “Only the best for my family.”
Billy hummed at his wife’s sweet gesture as they swayed from side to side, his hands slowly rubbing her hips in a loving manner. He could hear his kids singing along to the musical number playing from the movie, which made him smile. He had everything he never could imagine having, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“You sure Sybbie won’t get any nightmares watching that movie?” Billy didn’t want his little princess getting night terrors from the Burton film but (Name) assured him that their toddler really liked it, “Little Sybbie will be fine, in fact, she’s gotten hooked. Look…” she pointed out to their children in the living-room.
Billy watched his children seated side by side, Henry clutched onto his Spiderman stuffed doll, and his little Sybil was cuddling a stitch doll, which he found adorable. His children meant everything to him, including his beloved wife, (Name). Halloween was upon them, and since the birth of their first child, they would without a doubt be going all out on this holiday.
Henry was at the age where everything was just superheroes. Ever since Spiderman started gaining fame and recognition in their home city of New York, their son has looked up to the friendly neighborhood hero. But Henry’s real hero would always be his dad, even though he was a mama’s boy. Now as for Sybil, Billy’s little angel, she had a big love for Disney films, her favorite being Lilo and Stitch. Stitch this, Stitch that, it was everywhere; her dolls, plates, utensils, cups, socks, onesies, etc. But Billy and (Name) didn’t mind, in fact, their cute little obsessions were a good influence for them.
Both the parents knew what their children would dress up for Halloween this year. Henry would obviously dress up as Spiderman and Sybil would lean towards something Disney-related. Billy loved when he would dress up his kids in animal costumes.
“You looking forward to tomorrow’s trick or treating?” (Name) asked him as she prepped the table for dinner.
“You know it. I even have the costumes all set,” Billy was excited for this year’s Halloween. He and his family lived close to the Castle family, so they would be hanging with them along with their kids whenever especially on holidays. Billy and (Name) would hang with Frank and Maria, chatting and having a round of drinks. Frank Jr. would play with Henry and look after him like a big brother, and Lisa would also play with little Sybil.
(Name) was now setting up the table and bringing in the food, so she turned to Billy to ask that he bring in their children for supper now.
“Alright, you little gremlins!” Billy playfully teased, “It’s time to eat.”
“Can’t we finish the movie dad?” Henry complained but his little sister gave a big smile and reached for him to carry her, “Daddy! Want Up! Up!”
Billy leaned forward to lift Sybil up and gave a big smooch to her chubby cheek. Sybil laughed as his beard tickled her face. “Your mom prepared supper. She made your favorite.” Henry paused the T.V quick and ran to the kitchen as Billy followed with Sybil in his arms.
The Russo family sat together and ate the delicious meal happily. Henry ate while he chatted up a storm with his dad about his baseball practice which interested him for Billy enjoyed the sport. Sybil was busy eating her food with her little Stitch spoon that she held tightly and (Name) would dab a napkin to clean her messy cheeks. Her daughter would just move her arm away and give a cute harrumph as if saying not to disturb her. It was adorable.
“I can’t wait to go trick or treating. You’re gonna be there, right dad?” Henry asked him.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, kiddo,” he reassured his son.
“Now don’t forget Henry, your little sister will be joining you as well,” His mother told him which made him smile and nod.
“How ‘bout you hold Sybbie’s hand when you trick or treat together?” Billy asked.
“Fine…”
“Oh Billy! We should take pictures of them doing that and of Sybbie doing trick or treating herself….It will be adorable!” (Name) gushed at the thought of seeing her little babies being cute together. One thing (Name) enjoyed doing in life was taking pictures of her family. Her favorite pictures were the ones taken when they were born, walking for the first time, when Billy held them for the first time, and even when Henry first held his sister, his face filled with wonder and curiosity.
Billy also took a lot of photos of his family and even had some framed and placed on his office desk at Anvil. Every time he did work, made calls, did his thinking, he always looked towards the photo of his beloved family.
“What are you gonna dress up for Halloween this time?” (Name) had asked her kids.
“I’m going as Spiderman! Pew! Pew!” Henry exclaimed in excitement while making web-shooting gestures. Billy just laughed and ruffled the kid’s hair. “Not the hair, dad!” Henry tried to fix his hair.
“And what about you my little angel?” Billy sweetly asked his little girl.
Sybil smiled at her daddy, “I wanna be princess!” she shouted. “Wanna be Belle!”
“Anything for you.”
And Billy had meant it. Anything the kids asked for they got it.
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Author's note:
It's been a while I know. I hope you enjoy this simple one-shot. More Halloween specials coming soon. Major writing slump and have been occupied with helping my family. So thank you and so sorry for the wait. This is just the beginning...
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kram6496 · a day ago
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Weighted Blanket
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
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Your amazing girlfriend Wanda Maximoff was feeling anxious lately. Every other moment, she carries the weight of the world on her shoulders and that’s just the job description of being an Avenger.
You did everything that you could to relieve her tension. Little reminders of your love for her, here and there. Sometimes you’d make her favorite dish or treat her to a movie night in a fort made from all the pillows you could find.
But yet the anxiety, the tension remained the same and now she’s losing sleep over it.
Wanda approaches you one day as you’re resting on the couch in the compound’s living room.
“Sweetheart,” she whispers, “I think I need a weighted blanket”
You pull yourself up, “a what?”
“A weighted blanket. It relieves anxiety, or so I’ve heard. Can you buy one for me?” Those pleading eyes, how could you say no?
A quick search on your phone and you buy one. Sadly it wouldn’t arrive until next week. Wanda looks a little disappointed.
An idea forms in your head. You ran it past Wanda and she wasn’t opposing it but it was a little odd.
Your idea in question was later implemented that night. So that brings you to now. You’re laying on top of your gal, trying to provide the exact weight that the blanket would.
Wanda looks to you and you look to her. You can feel the laughter building inside of her.
You lean your forehead against hers and she just loses it. The young witch explodes into uncontrollable laughing.
“This isn’t what I had in mind.” She manages to say through her fit of laughs.
You place a little kiss to her nose. “So should I get up then?” You begin to get off of her when you feel her arms wrap around your neck.
“Well I didn’t say that” she places a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thank you. For everything.”
“You’re my world Wanda. I love you.”
And for probably the first time in a long time, Wanda’s anxiety fades. She smiles one of those goofy smiles that you missed, “I love you too.”
Best night’s sleep that Wanda and you had gotten in a long time.
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natashxromanovf · 2 days ago
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Her Savior
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Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 1090
WARNINGS: toxic relationship, mentions of fighting
REQUESTED: {x} by anon, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends
SUMMARY: After seeing you and your boyfriend arguing, Loki steps in before something bad could happen.
A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie! I really do hope you like this.
CREDITS: gif credits @icancorruptyou
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Loki hates these types of events. All people ever do is ask questions, possibly really hard ones that he does not wanna talk about or does not know the answer to. But he must confess, joining the Avengers was one of the best things that ever happened to him. The bad side of it is that you have to deal with this shit too. But they don’t occur very often so he guessed he’ll manage.
There is one good thing about all of this though - meeting new people. A lot of humans may think the God of Mischief would hate to socialize but he actually quite enjoys it. With nice people, at least. There are some mean idiots found here and there but nothing his brother can’t deal with. Thor always has his back.
Today is no different; another normal day, another Comic-Con. It’s the first one in a while, making Loki feel kinda excited but bored at the same time. It’s nothing special, same as always yet a small part of him is still eager to relive the experience.
When he woke up this morning there was one thing he surely didn’t expect to happen though - helping someone deal with their dumbass boyfriend. But life doesn’t always roll the way we expect it to.
It was a couple of minutes before they had to start with the event, just waiting backstage. The others were talking but Loki found himself wanting to enjoy the last minutes of calmness, asking everyone to please avoid talking to him. That’s when he saw you. A girl, trying to convince what looked like her boyfriend to stay. Apparently, the guy wanted to leave but you insisted on staying. The fight went on for some time until your boyfriend decided that he has had enough; grabbing your wrist in a really rough way, dragging you out with force. Loki may not know a lot of Midgardian rules but this sure wasn’t right. It looks like he was hurting you, judging by your facial expression. He knew he had to do something, anything. As hard as it is to believe, he hates violence, especially if it’s caused by a person who is supposed to love you; he knows that pain all too well.
So he followed the two of you, but not before doubling himself, leaving his clone to go and answer the questions fans were about to ask when the Avengers go on stage. The last thing he needs is for someone to follow him and cause an even bigger scene than he was about to make.
"What do you think you're doing?" Loki starts once he reaches the two of you, fear evident on your face while only annoyance on your boyfriend's. You both look at him in shock, the only difference is that your shock is the shock of relief, and his is still an annoying one.
“Nothing that’s any of your concern, sir,” your boyfriend spits out, somehow managing to grip you even harder. You let out a squeak of pain, tears appearing in your eyes. Loki takes notice of your reaction, knowing he has to do something right now.
“I think you’re hurting her,” he says, somehow managing to remain calm despite the anger boiling up inside of him.
“Oh, really? That’s still none of your business though,”
“Yeah, well I’m making it my business,” he barks before pulling you away from him and quickly walking back with you tucked under his arm.
“Screw you, Y/N! We’re over!” you hear him scream behind you, Loki’s grip slightly tightening.
“Are you okay?” Loki asks as you get inside, only now realizing how much you’re shaking. You simply shake your head no as tears start rolling down your cheeks, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. He quickly pulls you into an awkward hug, remembering the things Thor used to teach him, one of them being that if you see someone who’s sad, you must hug him. Looking back at it now, that might not have been the best advice, learning that not all people like hugs with time. You didn’t seem to mind though.
And it’s true, you didn’t. You actually needed it, more than he can imagine. This has been happening for months but you never did anything, you never told anyone. You know you should but it’s hard yet you’re so relieved someone noticed, that someone saved you.
“Thank you,” you say when you calm down enough to talk, forming a smile as a gesture of thankfulness.
“Of course,” he replies, his tone indicating nothing but kindness.
Looking up you suddenly freeze, finally realizing who saved you. Your eyes widen, covering your mouth with your hand before managing to compose yourself, taking a deep breath.
“Oh my God, Mr. Loki, I’m so sorry you had to witness that,” you mutter, thinking about how you just dumped everything on him.
“Oh, don’t apologize, dear, it was me who followed the two of you. And I’m glad I did, I don’t know what would have happened if I didn’t step in.” he clarifies, a shade of fear evident on his face. He just met you yet somehow, he feels some kind of connection connecting the two of you. He figured it would feel like this for everybody that would go through such a traumatic event together but that isn’t stopping him from wanting to get to know you better.
“Oh, well then we should at least properly introduce each other,” you say as you extend your arm, offering him a handshake. “I obviously know you but I’m Y/N,” you add, bringing back the smile.
“I’m Loki,” he answers, accepting your hand but instead of shaking it, he presses a kiss to your palm like a true gentleman. You let out a giggle at his gesture, knowing damn well this is not the last time you’ll see him. “How’s your wrist doing?”
“It’s going to be okay. I’ll maybe have a bruise, nothing too bad. I’m just glad all of this is over.” you sigh, Loki squeezing your hand that was still in his.
“He’s a jerk, I’m sorry this happened to you. You seem like an amazing person and you certainly didn’t deserve it,”
“Yeah, I just have a terrible taste in guys,” you chuckle, thinking about your ex-boyfriends. They really were all idiots, that’s for sure.
“Well, that might change very soon,” he winks, earning another laugh from you.
“Maybe someday,” you reply, finally letting go of his hand.
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becca-e-barnes · 3 months ago
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#1 for imagine with dads!best friend 😉
So y/n has a crush on her dads best friend, because he’s this big beefy man with charm that makes all the ladies swoon. He’s all she can think about when she is laying there awake at night.
It’s her graduation (or some event) and her dad throws a celebration. Bucky is invited and she’s excited to see him until he shows up at their house with a random woman hanging off his arm. She’s jealous and realizes he’s never going to like her the way she would wants and sneaks off to her room to be alone, until Bucky finds her and they are alone
The Graduation Party
@littlecanadianlani was kind enough to send me over some (immaculate) Dad’s Best Friend! Bucky ideas and I’m so obsessed I think I’ll make them a series of one-shots so I can keep up with my requests at the same time!! Each piece will be a standalone fic rather than a chapter but I’m super excited about this!! 🥰 #2 is also out now! Read it here
I went for a graduation party since I didn’t really get one yet 😅
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Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 4.3K
Summary: Your parents throw you a graduation party but things take a turn when Bucky turns up with a new girlfriend
Warnings: Smut, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, huge age gap (Bucky is maybe around 40, reader is 21), lil angst perhaps? Fluff, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (behave yourselves pls), dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, pet names, coercion (but in the sense that Bucky knows he shouldn’t want his best friend’s daughter. All parties are enthusiastically participating), humping, riding, dumbification
Minors, do not interact
You weren’t sure there was a man more intimidatingly handsome than your dad’s college best friend and he knew it. If tall, dark and handsome was a person, it would be Bucky Barnes with his piercing blue eyes and soft, flushed, pink lips.
He was the definition of a bachelor. Unmarried, no kids, seemingly endless disposable income and from what your dad had told you, a new woman every week. And why shouldn’t he? Married life just didn’t seem to be his thing, settling down might never happen for Bucky and there was nothing wrong with that.
Plus the fact he hadn’t settled had kept your little crush alive. You couldn’t help wondering what it was like to be with a man like Bucky. A man with experience, a man who knew how to actually make love to a woman, rather just offer five minutes of painfully inadequate sex before rolling over and falling asleep, leaving you frustrated and unsatisfied.
It was terrible to admit but countless nights had passed with your hands delving between your thighs, a shiver running over your flushed skin as you imagined how his gruff little groans would sound when you offered yourself up to him. How it would feel to have him slipping into your tight heat until you weren’t sure where his body ended and yours began.
But your little fantasy was all crumbling down around you now, at your own graduation party no less. Bucky had just arrived with a girlfriend. You couldn’t have seen it coming, a tall, beautiful woman hanging off his arm as his dad introduced himself to her.
You couldn’t believe how jealous you were. You were only carrying a school girl crush after all, plain and simple infatuation, it was nothing serious but God, your chest had tightened with discontent seeing how he smiled at her, introducing her to the other guests at your garden party until those charming eyes locked with yours.
“Oh sugar, congratulations on the results! You did amazing!” He beamed proudly, crossing the whole garden to wrap you up in the tightest hug. His body felt huge and comforting, smelling fresh and woodsy and God it would be so easy to get lost in it, lost in him.
“Thank you Bucky!” You couldn’t help the tinge of heat burning in your cheeks as you pulled away.
“Oh angel, you make me feel so old. Can’t believe you’ve graduated college now! You’re so beautiful too, you’re all grown up! But hey, this is Sarah, she’s been dying to meet you!” Bucky grinned, his words making you tingle with longing right up until Sarah was thrust in front of you, your arms wrapping around her before you had a chance to stop yourself.
“It’s so nice to meet you honey, Bucky’s been gushing about how proud he is of you!” Sarah was so lovely. That was even worse. Never mind the fact she was pretty, she was painfully sweet.
“It’s nice to meet you too! Bucky hadn’t mentioned you before. How long have you two been… um…” you questioned softly, not really knowing their situation
“Dating? A few weeks now. No needa be shy honey, I don’t mind answerin’ your questions.” Bucky’s confident smirk made your stomach churn. The whole time you’d known Bucky, he’d never been this open about being in a relationship. In fact, Sarah was the first actual girlfriend you knew of. You could feel your smile faltering, your little crush being dashed before your eyes.
“Oh shit, we should go say hi to your mom, talk to you later okay?” Bucky grinned, gently lifting Sarah’s hand in his own once more and heading off to find your mother.
You needed to get away. You needed to get out of the crowd before the angry, frustrated tears that were prickling your eyes spilled over. It was stupid, childish and you knew that but it didn’t make it any easier, knowing you’d never compare to this beautiful woman in Bucky’s eyes. No one stopped you as you made your way to your room, the wooden door slamming behind you while you flopped onto the bed, face buried in the pillow.
You had no idea how long had passed before you heard the door creak open again.
“Baby, you in here?” The familiar voice sent longing straight through you, the sickly feeling nestling in your chest. At the sound of Bucky, you pulled your head up out of the pillow, thankful you had managed not to cry.
Bucky looked so damn concerned.
“Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He questioned softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, face flooded with worry.
“Nothin’ Bucky, just didn’t feel great. Where’s Sarah?” You asked, running a hand through your hair, the hem of your little sundress ghosting the top of your knees.
“Oh she went home.” Bucky laughed, the low chuckle erupting from his throat.
“What’s so funny?” You quizzed gently, watching his expression as he turned to look at you.
“Say nothin’ okay? Your dad and I made a bet a few years ago. Bet me fifty bucks that I wouldn’t have a girlfriend by the time you were graduating. Sarah’s my neighbour, she volunteered to play along when I was tellin’ her bout you last week.” Bucky’s admission made your heart swell for so many reasons. He wasn’t settling down. Sarah wasn’t his, he wasn’t taken and fuck, he told his neighbour about you?
“Oh…. So you’re not… Dating?” Damn your curiosity, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you had considered how they would sound.
“Not dating anyone, sugar. Why? Ya getting jealous of Sarah?” He teased, working out that he was spot on when you couldn’t meet his gaze. You were jealous of Sarah. You did want to be her. You could feel how your cheeks were burning ferociously, the room suddenly far too hot despite the evening breeze drifting in the open window.
“Oh angel, don’t tell me a delicate, innocent little thing like you wants someone like me.” His words made you impossibly hotter, your skin only getting hotter under his intense gaze.
“If I didn’t know better honey, I’d think you were jealous of Sarah. You wanna be my girl, huh? I’d only ruin you princess. Don’t wanna do that, wouldn’t be right.” Bucky could hardly contain himself. Your attitude gave you away entirely. You did want him. You wanted to be ruined, pinned to the bed and fucked until you couldn’t cum anymore but he needed you to admit it. Needed to hear it out loud before he could give in.
“Tell me you want it angel. Tell me you wanna be treated right. Tell me how bad that little pussy needs a real man to take care of it.” Fuck, how had his voice dropped an entire octave? It was coming out as more of a low rumble, sexy and deep and delicious. The heat on your skin danced it’s way to your core, nestling in your tummy in a way that made your insides squirm.
“Fuck Bucky, I need it. Need you to t-treat me right.” You couldn’t even consider that he might be messing with you, so highly strung from need that it couldn’t even be a possibility. No, you needed this too badly now. Your fingers just wouldn’t compare to what you knew Bucky could offer.
“Fuck this is so wrong.” He hissed, hands fisting your bedsheets to hold himself back.
“Oh Buck, just once?” You suggested quietly, setting a hand on his clothed thigh. His eyes scrunched tightly shut at the contact, willing himself not to look. Not to feel you touching him. Your hand looked so tiny on his leg and you just wished he would open his eyes to see it.
“Careful angel, you don’t wanna do this.” He couldn’t bear to look at you. He couldn’t let himself. He knew that when the dam inside him broke, there would be no going back.
“Oh but I do Bucky. Wanted to do this for years.” His resolve was weakening, huge frame almost trembling at the thought of being buried so deep in your tight little body.
“Baby, it’s so wrong.” He was losing it as your fingertips trailed higher up his thigh. He could tell you had shifted closer without having to look at you, your breath tickling his neck from how close you were. He could smell your shampoo and your perfume but most of all, he could feel your confidence that was now seeping out of every pore, clearly emboldened by seeing the effect you were having on him and fuck, did he find it sexy.
“You know what’s ‘wrong’ Buck? How long it’s been since a man fucked me right. Bet you could change that though, couldn’t you? Bet you could make me feel so good. Two of my little fingers just don’t fill me the way I know you could. Such a tight squeeze, you have no idea. So warm and wet Buck, bet even you would struggle to last.” Where in the hell was all this confidence coming from? Half of you didn’t even care and after hearing the growl that came from Bucky, you knew he was loving it as much as you were.
“Oh fuck honey, you can’t say shit like that. Can’t fuckin’ handle it. Makes me wonder how filthy that little mouth can get.” His breathing was heavy and irregular, leaning into your lips on his neck, eyes still squeezed firmly shut.
“You wanna find out Buck? Wanna find out how good my mouth can make you feel?” Fuck he had lost it. The band inside him snapped, grabbing you by your thighs to pull you messily onto his lap, lips on yours in an instant. There was no finesse or practice to it, just two people, consumed by need, trying to relieve some tension but finding that making out had the exact opposite effect. You were both only becoming needier. Huge hands wandered over your body, the kiss becoming fiercer and more intense, fingers gripping hungrily at any exposed skin either of you could reach.
“Jesus, oh Bucky.” The little cry had slipped from your lips, muffled by Bucky’s own lips on yours.
“Oh god angel, we shouldn’t be doin’ this.” Bucky hissed quietly, removing his shirt nonetheless. He was so keen he could hardly keep up with himself but his head still told him he shouldn’t want this as much as he did.
“Do you wanna stop? Too old to keep up with me?” You teased him with a flirtatious roll of your hips over his crotch and you could’ve swore you heard an actual growl leave his throat.
“Was thinkin’ for your sake angel. Don’t think you’ll handle what I’m gonna make you feel. You won’t want anyone but me to touch you ever again. You ready for that honey? For your own fingers to not be able to give you the same relief I can?” God it all sounded so appealing falling from his mouth, his tone laced with nothing but sex.
The mewl that left your body was borderline embarrassing, Bucky gripping the hem of your dress and pulling it over your head in one swift motion. He hadn’t expected that one action to leave you bare in front of him. He could feel his mouth hanging open, drinking in the sight of you in his lap. The swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the endless expanse of soft skin, begging to be kissed and held and loved before you pressed your lips hungrily to his, ridding him of his jeans as quickly as possible.
“You’re fuckin’. Beautiful.” Bucky could only gasp the words out between kisses, both his hands charting a path up your naked body after you slotted comfortably onto his lap again. The skin on skin felt incredible, not to mention his cock lying between his legs, heavy and thick and begging for attention.
“Wanna be selfish for a second Buck.” You whispered, pushing him back flat on the bed. You couldn’t help yourself, reaching between your bodies, pressing his thick cock flush with his tummy before spreading your slick folds, setting yourself down on his bare dick. A strangled cry left the large man as you rocked yourself back and forth, spreading your wetness over him. Your clit dragged over his sensitive head, pulling a groan from both of you. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements and fuck, you looked like a goddess above him, breathy sighs slipping from you, using his body for your own pleasure.
There was something about it, seeing you so bold and confident, taking what you needed from him that made him even harder.
“Oh God Bucky.” You whined, pressing yourself down harder ever so slightly.
“That’s it angel, keep goin’. Fuck you’re just gettin’ wetter. You look so pretty and dumb like this, ruttin’ on my cock. That smart little brain just turned to mush now you’ve got a nice big cock to play with? All that education but your pretty little head just stops workin’ when you needa cum, is that it?” You didn’t expect Bucky to be so vulgar in bed, especially not with you but you were loving it.
“Fuck you feel so good.” You gasped, taking in his lazy smirk as you worked yourself on him.
“Think you could cum like this honey? Or do you wanna come sit on my face for me?” His words pulled a gasp from you because yes, you really did want to sit on his face. How could you refuse an offer like that?
So you shuffled up the bed, settling on Bucky’s face.
“Put your weight on me honey, I won’t break.” Bucky laughed, noticing how you couldn’t possibly be comfortable just hovering above his face. Pressing down a little more, he chuckled at how you were still reluctant to put your whole weight on him.
“Like this angel.” He smiled before gripping your thighs to press you the whole way down on him, beginning to lap at your pussy with long, broad strokes of his tongue straight away.
Fuck his tongue worked miracles, slipping between your folds while his nose nuzzled your clit. You’d never been eaten so intensely before, whimpers escaping you while Bucky sucked and licked and bit at the most sensitive part of your body.
When his lips connected with your clit, you almost wanted to squirm away from the insane amount of stimulation. His lips wrapped around the swollen bud, tongue flicking over it while he moaned sinfully, holding you against his mouth with one arm wrapped around each of your thighs. There was no escaping his mouth, hot and wet and trained only on driving you into blinding pleasure. Your hands fisted in his hair, helping you to ride his face while Bucky devoured you.
The knot in your tummy was tightening, fuelled by Bucky’s moans at how good you tasted.
You were so close, curses and pants of Bucky’s name spilling from you like a prayer and when Bucky’s eyes opened, looking up at you, a content hum left his throat.
That hum shattered you, the vibration on your clit driving you over the edge and if Bucky thought you looked like a goddess before, you certainly did now. He completely admired you, taking in how your back arched, how your head flung back, hips grinding against his face while one hand left his hair to tease your own nipples and God, that cry of his name made his cock throb painfully.
“Oh oh, Bucky please.” You whimpered, struggling in his grip when your body told you he had given you too much.
“You sound so sexy when you beg, you know that?” Bucky smirked, letting you go so you could pull yourself from his face, tumbling on the bed.
“Not just as sexy as you sound when you cum, but close.” His dusting of stubble was shiny with your slick and you struggled to think of a more attractive sight than his beautiful man that had effortlessly dragged an orgasm from you, lazily stroking his own cock to the sight of you naked in front of him.
“I can do both for you if you want. I’ll gladly beg if you make me cum like that again.” One orgasm like that couldn’t satisfy you, not now that you’d had a taste of real pleasure. Besides, you hadn’t even had a chance to feel his cock inside you yet.
“Shit angel, I’d love that, havin’ such a sweet little girl on her knees beggin’ for me. Fuck, you might be the death of me, you know that?” Bucky fisted his cock a little faster at the thought up until you shuffled off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling at the edge of the bed. His eyes went wide as you looked up at him expectantly, perching himself on the edge of the bed to watch you.
“Is this what you want? Want this big cock angel?” He cooed softly, not taking his eyes off you. You couldn’t tear your attention away from his swollen tip, head slick with precum, begging to be lapped up.
“Please Bucky, please lemme take care of you.” You whispered, offering him huge wide eyes and plump lips, longing to be parted by his dick.
“You can do better than that honey. If you want this, you gotta earn it. Ask a bit nicer.” He had every right to be so cocky after eating you like that so you indulged him a little.
“Please Bucky, can’t think of anything else. Needa feel you.” You whined. “Just lemme taste you Bucky, please, thought about this for so long. Thought about gagging on your cock like a good little girl, thought about you fucking my face.”
“And did you touch yourself while you thought of me?” Bucky asked, leaning back on the arm that wasn’t stroking his cock, giving you a chance to take in his tight abs.
The shame almost make you feel light headed, admitting to your deepest secret.
“Good girl. This pussy belongs to me now, okay? You feel like touching yourself, you text me.” Want and need surged inside you at Bucky’s promise of this little arrangement continuing but you almost lost it when he leaned forward, pressing a hand to the back of your head, guiding you over and onto his cock. Your lips parted and wrapped around him of their own accord, letting him slip into your mouth. The slightly salty taste of his precum made your pussy throb, your tongue running over his slit, collecting every last drop.
“Oh Jesus.” Bucky managed to hiss, one of your hands wrapping around the base while you forced your head down further.
“Where did you learn this shit angel? Fuckin’ filthy, you know that? Thought you wanted to be a good girl but this mouth says otherwise. All mine now though, aren’t ya? This mouth only sucks my cock from now on.” You hummed in approval, dragging another hiss from Bucky, thrusting himself deeper into your throat.
You pressed your head down until he hit the back of your throat and God, the strangled cry that left him was pornographic, low and wanton and pained, like he was holding himself back, trying so hard not to fuck your face recklessly.
“Feel so good baby.” He whimpered, pressing you down until you gagged around him. The noise, coupled with the sudden tightening made him almost feral, a loud grunt from him inspiring you to work your hand faster on his base.
“Oh fuck, I can’t take much more angel, ‘m so close.” He whimpered, thighs trembling, ready to paint the back of your throat at any second. You sped up your movements, bobbing your head in time with your hand, tight and sloppy and noisy before Bucky pulled you off him, squeezing his hand tight around his own base.
“Can’t cum yet baby, fuck, needa feel that pussy first. Know you needa be taken care of.” You certainly weren’t going to argue with that. When he was sure he had held off his orgasm, he let go of his cock, arranging you on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, stepping up behind you. His dick pressed to your entrance, gathering slick until he slowly began to press himself into you, inch by inch.
“God, you’re big.” You whimpered, fingers gripping the sheets, arching your back to allow him to push in with less resistance.
“Fuck, feels good. God, can’t believe I’m fuckin’ inside you. Can’t believe a sweet little thing like you is so cock obsessed. Gotta say, I’m lovin’ this side of you honey. Even lettin’ me fuck you raw? This little pussy jus’ wants to be filled. S’okay, I’ll fill you up nicely.” He had sank the whole way into you, allowing you a few seconds to adjust to the stretch before you took charge and began to move, inching forward, then back onto his cock, almost hoping he wouldn’t notice how needy you were.
“You that horny? Can’t even wait for me to fuck you so you gotta do it yourself?” His tone was condescending, almost dripping with pride that he had reduced you to such a mess so quickly.
“Bucky, so fuckin’ horny, please. Please give it to me. Just fuck me.” You couldn’t have possibly cared that you sounded like a whiney mess. It didn’t matter that you sounded obsessed, all that mattered was feeling Bucky finally start to move.
“Oh kitten, you’ve gone all cock drunk on me? Silly baby can’t think of anythin’ but cummin’ round me. Tha’s okay, guess I can forgive you this time. You were so worked up earlier after all, seein’ me with someone else. All yours now honey. Gotta make this pretty pussy feel special.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he gripped your hips and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you again, beginning to set a decent pace.
You hadn’t expected his cock to pound your g-spot right away but you guessed it helped to be with a man who knew what he was looking for, unlike anyone you’d been with before.
“R-right there Bucky, oh fuck, I can’t.” You whined, keening against the bed so he could press painfully deep inside you with each thrust.
“You can’t what honey? Can’t handle it? Can’t get enough? Can’t hold back?” His suggestions all came in that confident tone because he knew you couldn’t answer. He was fucking you senseless, each thrust driving every thought from your head.
“Can’t hold back, fuck.” You whimpered, knowing your orgasm would be seconds away. But on the next thrust, everything stopped. Bucky didn’t push back in, sinking to his knees instead with a groan, level with your pussy. Two fingers slipped effortlessly inside you, curling in a way that you could hardly handle while his lips sucked your clit. You were done for, pussy clenching around his digits while the dragged you through your high, tongue lapping at your clit for all he was worth. You were gushing on his face, you knew it and you didn’t care, mumbling little ‘thank yous’ and praises as you rode out your high. You could hear the slick noises of Bucky fisting his cock in his other hand, tight and relentless, still wet from your pussy.
“Good girl honey, bet that felt good.” He whispered when your high had ebbed away, pressing his cock back inside you, fucking you fiercely once more. The wet sounds of his thrusts into you were horrendously loud but then again, so were his grunts as he chased his own release. You were on cloud nine, feeling fucked out and euphoric but delighted that Bucky still wanted to finish inside you.
“Cum for me Bucky, please please fill me up. Wanna be your good little fuck bunny. Wanna feel your cum leakin’ out of me.” You knew he would love it if you used a little pleading tone but you didn’t realise just how effective it would be. A few more hard thrusts had Bucky’s hips stuttering, cum spilling inside you. The groan that left Bucky was mesmerising, clinging to your body while he spilled his seed inside you.
“Jesus I don’t remember the last time I came that hard.” Bucky murmured in more of a relaxed chuckle, kissing down your spine before pulling out of you slowly, grabbing a washcloth from your dresser so you could clean yourself up.
“I’ve never cum that hard before.” You giggled gleefully, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, still faintly tasting yourself on them.
“We should get back to the party but we should do this again sometime. I meant what I said honey, you’re mine now.” It was such a change seeing Bucky so sheepish but it was quite pleasant at the same time. You didn’t even know this side of him existed up until now.
“And you’re… Mine?” You questioned softly after pulling your dress on again, straightening it out as much as possible.
“All yours angel. Maybe we shouldn’t be too open ‘bout it just yet though.” He laughed, admiring the little flush of your cheeks and the twinkle in your eye.
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Dude, She's Just Not Into You
Chris Evans x Actress!Reader Summary: You and Chris were lovers in a major motion picture. Beyond that you were great friends off screen. Except no one believed that. Everyone could see how whipped that meatball was for you, except you lol. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: A lot of pining, fluff, also i used Y/N n stuff ASHDHaL:SFHASLHF disgostin, actress au, crack fic lol, etc.
A/N: ayyy I kinda made a another one that kinda could be p2 but not really so if ur into reading it lol here it is
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20+ minute YT video captioned: Chris Evans & Y/F/N Test To See How Compatible they are with each other.
It's an all white background and two chairs.
Chris is in a sweater and slacks, as am I.
"Hi, my name is Chris Evans," I say making Chris turn to me and knit his brows mutter, "so who am I?"
I turn to him and examine his soft expression. I place a hand on my jaw and hum in thought. I look at his sweater and I turn back to the camera, "-and today we're going to be seeing how-" Chris laughs softly in the background, "compatible we are."
I turn to the bearded man, "now Ronaldo, I know we're dressed like we're on the same team, but we aren't."
Chris pulls his head back and makes a face. He turns over his shoulder and whispers softly, "are you talking to me? This is awkward."
I snap two fingers at him, "focus, focus, Zhao. You have the attention of a two year old."
Chris begins to look around, "am... am I in the right room?"
"I'm here to prove to everyone that I am the superior Chris Evans because I actually listen to what you have to say--"
He sucks in a sharp breath and straightens his back. He raises his brows and a finger, "aLrIghT, first of all--"
"--quit mansplaining, Johan-- but also the entire film we're in heavily relies on the compatibility we have. Thus if we are found incompatible because of your incompetence, you are the sole reason why this film would have any bad ratings whatsoever."
Chris looks dumbfounded but he eventually sighs, "well, you know what, that seems soundly fair."
I nod, "as it is."
"But your sweater is still ugly," he randomly spurts, making me turn to my white top then to his white top. I stand from my chair and position my arms into a T, "excuse me, this is above my paygrade. My cultured feet will not be insulted by a mildly amusing piece of white bread, thanks."
The comment section of this video:
IM SCREAMING THE VIDEO HASNT EVEN STARTED AND THEYRE ALREADY AT EACH OTHERS THROATS I SWEAR THEIR BICKERING IS A WHOLE MOVIE ITSELF [3k+ likes]
Chris: I- Y/N: absolutely not [1.5k likes]
"I think Y/N is an absolute great person. She's so passionate and kind. Everything she does she puts her heart out. I know how cheesy it is to say, but I have never met someone like her." -chris evans "Imma be real witchu... I don't get it." -y/n freaking y/l/n [5.1k likes] >>>20 REPLIES<<< It do really be like dat sometimes 😔 [1k likes] MS Y/L/N COLLECT UR MAN OR GIVE HIM TO ME THX [2.6k likes]
I love how Chris gets most of the questions right and still is wrong lmao 😂 [200k likes]
OKAY BUT NO ONES TALKING ABOUT HOW SHE GOT ONE ANSWER WRONG BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY STILL RIGHT [61k likes] >>>500 replies<<< Ya'll can't convince me they're not dating. [3k likes] SHe wAs so pressed about it toooo HELLLPPP [2.5k likes] I think they're talking about it now lol [657 likes]
3 minute highlight clip from a solo interview captioned: Y/F/N On 'How Hard' It Was Working With Chris Evans
The scene is set in a red carpet event. Loud ambient noise in the background and infrequent camera flashes.
I'm wearing a one shoulder, sparkly, green tunic dress. I stand in front of an interviewer wearing something quite similar. She starts off with that, "Look at us, we're matching."
I smile back at her and match her enthusiastic tone, "Yeah! Look at us, in the trends. Had we been wearing the same color, someone would have gotten fired."
We share a laugh.
"So tell me how it was working with Chris Evans."
"Horrible," I say with no hesitation. I roll my eyes dramatically and huff, "the dude kept eating my muffins on set. Just because he had unlimited bread options as Captain America doesn't mean he can just steal my french toast too."
"Oh gosh, I had no idea."
"Yeah," sigh, "it's just not right." I look up and pretend to hold back tears. The dear interviewer plays along and pats my shoulder. I shake my head and raise a hand, "no, I'm fine. I just-- I want America to know that that man you love so much, is a glutton for gluten. It's kind of sad to see how much that bright star has faded."
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You just can't spell Y/F/N without dramatic. [104k+ likes]
This woman is so extra and I AM HERE FOR IT. QUEEEEEN [15.5k likes]
14 minutes of y/n hating chris & chris proving her otherwise (that's the video)
We're seated next to each other. The interviewer is in front of us and the movie poster behind.
"Do you ever look at someone and say, 'man, that dude is hecka ugly'? Well, folks, that's how I feel when I see him," I say turning to Chris who was already looking at me.
Chris says casually, "I think I'm pretty good looking."
"Well, that's what makes you ugly," I turn to the interviewer, "no one likes a self-aware hot guy."
Chris smiles, keeping his eyes fixed on me, "so you agree?"
--CUT TO--
Same setting, different time and interviewer.
Said interviewer asks, "After working on a film for a year, what has been your favorite thing to do together."
There is a short pause.
Chris answers, "you know, I think I'd say something like having coffee. Like, we would go to cafes and just sit there, read a book, and chill."
"Clearly it was enjoyable because I didn't talk to him at all," I say with a firm nod.
"Says the girl who made me rush into the makeup studio just to tell me that stupid joke she had."
My eyes widen in defense, "Oh well sorry you have no humor. Literally everyone in the makeup department laughed at the joke."
"If I had said the joke you wouldn't have let me live that down."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't have said that joke because your a dry piece of-"
--CUT TO--
I'm sitting alone in a studio. The video is in black and white.
"If you could get one trait of Chris Evan's as your own, what would it be and why," I read the question off of a cue card and place it at the back of the deck. "Okay, first of all, I would not touch that man with a 20 foot pole. Okay. Get that on record."
I push the hair out of my face then think for a moment, "second of all, Chris, I think these days, has such a lovable image. You know like, I think before he got his shield, he was type cast as a bad boy, but he really is just a really big, lovable guy, you know. And, I feel like I would want to be someone who feels like that, you know."
The comment section of this video:
Y/N: Chris Evans 🤬👹 💩💢🔪 Also Y/N: Chris Evans 🥰💖🤰✨🌸 [40k+ likes]
5 minute clip: Chris Evans On Dating Rumors with Y/F/N
It's a red carpet event. Chris is in a suit and shades. "So," the interviewer asks Chris, "what do we think of Y/N?"
"Well, we think she's great. She's super talented, super hard working, super funny. She's great."
"Yeah, and we know how playful and wild your interviews can get."
Chris purses his lips in a soft smile and shakes his head, "she's a tough cookie, you know?"
"Do you like tough cookies?"
"I mean, a cookie's a cookie. I like cookies. I like them anyway I can get. You can always eat a harder cookie with milk, so."
"Would you say you're the milk to her cookie?"
Chris breaks into a left booby grab laugh. Once he settle down a bit, "I don't know where this is going but I don't wike it."
"I mean, you two are so comfortable with each other. Haven't you ever thought of dating?"
He sighs and shakes his head. He half-heartedly says, "Wow. I mean, what could I have ever thought about if not dating a tough cookie. Look, hey, let's ask her now."
I am about to pass by him, but I'm so rudely interrupted.
Chris borrows the mic from the interviewer, "have you thought of nothing else but dating me?"
I am, admittedly, taken aback. In a few seconds though, I turn to my shoulder and utter one word, "security."
10+ minute panel interview titled: Love Loop Stars Chris Evans and Y/F/N Interview In New York
"I'm really curious," the interviewer asks, "how did this all start? The bickering, the sarcasm, does it come naturally, or was there a tipping point between you two."
The two of us were laughing at the start of the question, knowing exactly where it was going from the get go.
"Well, I'm honestly a naturally sarcastic person. I think Chris and I have a similar sense of humor, but mostly I just like getting a rise out of him. He's such a confused old man sometimes and it's hilarious, which is why try my darndest to give the world the content they deserve. The PR team actually encourage me."
Chris's shoulders shakes in laughter. He shakes his head in disagreement.
"And how do you feel about her banter?"
"Well," he drags out, "not that I can stop her, but with every sarcastic comment she gives-- although... I do get a little nervous-"
"Wait what?" I turn to him with an incredulous look on my face.
"Well, you know you start thinking."
I roll my eyes, "oh my gosh, you just want me to sing praises on live TV and tell the world how much I love you."
Chris starts getting defensive and raises his hands. Red begins to rise up from his neck to his cheeks.
I continue on anyway, "Okay, ya'll better make sure the cameras are recording because I won't say this as often." I clear my throat, "I-" gag noises, "love Chris Evans."
The room cheers.
It's Chris's turn to stand and bring his arms together into a T, "time out." He disagrees, "this is wayyyy above my pay grade."
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adrinktostopyourthirst · a month ago
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Bucky Barnes | Series | Pride and Privacy
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 |
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader
Warnings: Dare I say... fluff. And a teeny, tiny bit of angst.
Plot: Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.
Words: 4,571
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“How is the new apartment?” Dr. Raynor asks Bucky as her head cocks to the side, patiently waiting for his answer.
After trying another therapist, he decided to swallow his pride and ask Dr. Raynor back. After all, she is the one that helped him through the conditions of his pardon.
He is far from ‘fixed’, he knows that. His therapy sessions had to continue, but he really just did not feel like getting up close and personal with a new therapist. So he asked Dr. Raynor back, pushing the little smirk on her face when he did to the back of his mind.
“It’s fine. Just an apartment.” He shrugs, his gloved hands folded over each other.
Raynor nods slowly, taking in his words before letting out a sigh and putting down her notebook. “It’s not, James. This is your chance to build something for yourself.” She explains, the rest of her words going in one ear and out the other.
He has heard the speech before and has to refrain from rolling his eyes at her judging words. Bucky isn’t sure whether he appreciates her honesty, or whether it makes him want to punch something.
Probably both.
“How’s the roommate?” She pulls him out of his daze and his gaze returns to her.
Bucky sits up, straightening his back as he raises his shoulders in another indifferent shrug, “ Just fine.”
“What is she like?”
Bucky has to think. His roommate is busy. She desperately needed someone to take up the other bedroom in the apartment after her friend moved abroad. He desperately needed a room after his apartment complex collapsing in on itself. His roommate works hard, scrambling to make ends meet sometimes. So when she is home, she quietly sits on the couch or retreats to her room.
Bucky wondered at first if she knew who he was when he applied for the room. When he asked, she reassured him that she did. When he asked her why she decided to take him in, she explained to him that she is a nurse.
That was plenty of explanation for him. He’d worked with nurses in the army plenty of times and they always had a certain understanding of people. Most of them, anyways.
He wonders if he respected the profession so much because he vaguely remembers his mom being a nurse, too.
Moving into her apartment was a breeze. He has exactly two duffel bags of personal belongings, so it didn’t take him too much effort to settle in.
Between exploring the current century, assisting on missions and attending his therapy sessions, they worked around each other perfectly and never got in the other ones way.
Sometimes she left some food for him and sometimes he ordered some extra food for her for when she returned from a shift. She has never asked questions about his battle wounds or about his arm.
There is the one time they watched a movie together and she fell asleep against his shoulder. When he woke her, she said the whirring of his vibranium arm lulled her to sleep. It made his heart warm.
“She’s nice.”
“Just nice?” Raynor mocks him and he rolls his eyes at her nagging.
“She’s a nurse. I think my mom was, too.” He explains, his eyes moving down to the floor. Dr. Raynor smiles at that, the memory of his mom feeling like a victory to her.
“That’s wonderful, James.”
The session doesn’t take much longer and Bucky has to admit, he feels a little bit lighter every time he steps out of Dr. Raynor’s office.
When he comes home, he immediately rips off his gloves and leather jacket, putting them aside neatly. His roommate appreciated he was neat, she told him. Her previous roommate hadn’t been.
Bucky strides over to the fridge and takes out a beer, noticing there’s no food for dinner at all. He opens the beer and takes a swig, exhaling at the liquid sliding through his throat. He closes the fridge and walks over to his roommate’s room, knocking gently as he waits for a response.
After a muffled ‘come in’, he slowly opens the door and his eyes fall on you. You’re sitting against the headboard of your bed and close the laptop in front of you.
Bucky’s eyes travel across the room and he refrains from sighing contently at the sight. The fresh scent of scented candles smelling like cotton, invades his nose.
Your room is a stark contrast to his. Decorated nicely and warmly, smelling like heaven and representing your personality perfectly, he thinks. His room has a mattress, sleeping bag, empty closet since his clothes are still in the duffel bag and an iPad he sometimes watches things on.
“Hi.” You smile at him and he smiles back slightly.
You couldn’t ever read him. It’s like the pain from his past never really left his features, but you know that his effort to smile at you is something that must be hard and unnatural for him
“Hey.” He drawls lowly and leans against the door frame. “I’m ordering food. You want some?”
“Chinese?” You ask with a grin and he smiles at your reaction before nodding. “Yes, please.”
A little while later, both of you are sat at the kitchen island eating peacefully. Bucky’s scrolling through his phone, huffing every now and again when the device doesn’t do his bidding. You have taught him a few new features when he got his new phone, because apparently his friend ‘Sam’ had told him he had to start getting with the times and get a smart phone. Safe to say Bucky was still struggling sometimes.
You and Bucky have silently agreed not to ask about each other’s days, somehow the bliss of ignorance is something you both prefer. You have heard him scream in his sleep sometimes, your body itching to get up and help him, but you don’t want to overstep.
You feel for Bucky. It must be awful to go through so much torment alone. You want to help him, but the comfort between you two is mainly based on the fact that you don’t get up in each other’s business. You respect his privacy and Bucky is glad that you do, the guilt of him maybe waking you at night when you finally get some rest, eating at him enough as it is.
You swallow a bite of your spring roll and hum to catch his attention, “I’m going to my parent’s for a few days tomorrow.”
Bucky looks up at you and takes in your words, nodding slowly. He has a hard time ignoring the tightness in his chest when you announce that you’ll be gone, his separation anxiety -as Dr. Raynor called it- gnawing at him. You offer him a smile and return to your food, ignoring the odd feeling of leaving the troubled man alone.
The emptiness of the apartment overwhelms Bucky the second he closes the door behind him. His body aches from his mission, his muscles sore and his cheekbone already swelling at the punch he received. It’s not that you’re a loud roommate, not at all, but the silence reminds him that he’s alone. He tenses slightly when he feels like his demons are lurking in the shadows of his living space.
Trying to distract himself, he turns on some lights and searches for the portable speaker to play some music. He thinks he remembers how you told him to connect the music on his phone to your speaker.
When he can’t find the speaker, he moves on to your room where he assumes it is. He opens the door and his Super Soldier nerves stand upright when your scent invades his nose, the comfort instantly shushing the lurking demons. Your bed is perfectly made and looks incredibly inviting to him.
He freezes at the door, the invasive thought of sleeping in your bed penetrating his mind. Maybe it helps. Maybe his nightmares will stay at bay with your scent around him. You always take good care of your room and he will too. You will never find out that he slept in your room.
Bucky’s mind is fighting all obstacles to stop him from going for it, but he values his privacy. He can’t possibly sleep in your personal space. That’s completely out of line.
He steps into the room to grab the speaker off your desk, immediately trying to connect it to his phone. He grumbles lowly when he struggles, the touch screen not responding to vibranium, so he has to do everything with his right hand.
To really focus on the task at hand, he takes a seat at the edge of your bed. Once again, his heightened sense of smell detects your sweet scents as he sinks into the comfort of your puffy duvet.
He sighs and looks behind him, your pillows nearly screaming at him to bury himself in them. He chews his lip and gets dragged away from his train of thought when the speaker fills the silence with a loud sound to indicate it has connected. He returns his attention to his phone and scrolls through his Spotify playlist.
You had shown him all the possibilities on the app and even helped him look for a playlist with music from the forties. He presses the saved playlist and quiet music echoes from the speaker.
Bucky struggles to pry his sleepy eyes open, his entire body heavy with sleep as light pours in through the windows. It feels good this time. His muscles have stopped aching, his breathing is even and there’s an unfamiliar softness engulfing his body.
He freezes when he realises what it is. Your duvet. Your soft, puffy duvet is the thing that is engulfing him and he is sprawled across your bed. His heartbeat quickens at the realisation that he severely crossed his own lines, forgot his own principles.
It’s a bittersweet feeling when he realises he can never do this again, because this is the first night without a nightmare that he’s had in months. The first time was in Louisiana when he slept on Sam’s couch.
Immediately getting up and taking the covers of the bed, he proceeds to wash everything and make your bed so you will never find out.
“That’s out of line.” Dr. Raynor reminds him and he groans.
“I know that, Doc. Thanks.” He retorts sarcastically, staring out of the window to avoid her judging eyes on him.
He reluctantly decided to tell her about his mishap, because he felt the need to tell her about the break-through with his nightmares. She always berated him about his nightmares, so he was slightly smug to tell her they stopped.
Unfortunately, that included him telling her about what he did, which wiped the smugness off his face pretty quickly. They had stopped though, because after waking up from a nap screaming in his own bed, he had repeated sleeping in your bed a few nights after that. Never has his body felt this revitalised, this healthy.
“You have to tell her.” She concludes and Bucky frowns as his eyes snap to his therapist.
“What? No.”
“Yes, you do. Otherwise it will eat at you.” She elaborates and Bucky scoffs.
“Right. Clear conscience and all that.” He rolls his eyes away from her and crosses his arms over his chest.
He is learning to admit to his wrong doings and giving people the space to forgive him. He didn’t have to ask to know that Raynor thought of this as a perfect opportunity to enforce this.
“Also, get yourself a bed. Please.” She whines at him, making him scowl. “This is just sad. You have an apartment, you pay rent. Just for God’s sakes, get yourself a proper bed. I’m sure she will help you find one.” She berates him once again, never missing an opportunity to roast him for his poor decisions.
“You’re an awful therapist.” Bucky states matter-of-factly.
“Cry to your nurse about it.” She fires back and slams the notebook closed, signalling the end of the session. She dismisses him and he makes his way home through the concrete buildings, anxious to see if you have arrived home yet.
Quiet music plays through the living room when he steps through the door. He peers around the corner to find you humming softly to the music as you stand over the stove. The sound of the door falling closed has you looking up.
A smile spreads over your face when you see Bucky. You hold back from frowning when you notice how different he looks. His eyes look less hollow, his hair looks fuller and his skin is practically glowing.
“You look good.” You comment before you can stop yourself. You mean it, but not in the way he’ll probably receive it.
Bucky’s metal hand lifts to scratch at his neck uncomfortably as a forced smile pulls the corners of his mouth up slightly.
“Thanks.” He answers uncomfortably and he could slap himself for responding that way. Luckily the music still plays, because the awkward silence would have killed him.
He takes a seat at the island and grabs the bottle of wine that’s on the counter, studying the label. You continue cooking and spot his actions.
“My parents gave it to me. Said it’s supposed to be really good wine from Greece. According to myths, Gods used to drink it.” You explain with a chuckle, dividing the pasta you made over two plates.
He hums with an impressed expression on his face, “Perfect for us then.”
You almost halt at his comment. You’re not used to this banter coming from him. He rarely spoke anything other than the necessary, so to hear him make a joke takes you by surprise.
You grin at his words and slide him one of the plates before grabbing two wine glasses and pouring one for both of you.
You cheers your glass with him as both of you dig into the food. He hums in appreciation and compliments your cooking, sipping the red wine cautiously as his senses overwhelm him. He’s not used to the warmth he feels in this moment.
“You’re different, James. You seem… better.” You say quietly, praying to God you didn’t overstep with your words. Little do you know, Bucky has overstepped miles ahead of you.
Bucky feels himself get nervous at your studying gaze and changes the subject instantly to avoid sputtering some nonsense, “I need your help with something.”
You cock your head at him, signalling for him to continue.
He takes a deep breath and returns his stare to his food, “Would you help me look for a proper bed?” He asks, his shyness making a warm smile appear on your face.
You had peeked into his room a few times, noticing how little possessions he has. It made sense. You heard the stories. Decades of his life lost to being a pawn of the Russians, no wonder he barely had any possessions.
You had come to the conclusion yourself that having an old mattress to sleep on probably didn’t do much for his nightmares, but you kept your respectful distance from those topics. You know he goes to therapy, because he is very open about it, so you let his therapist handle that issue.
“Of course I will.” You answer and push your half-empty plate to the side, grabbing your laptop from the side of the island counter. You open it and immediately start typing.
Bucky studies your actions curiously, surprised you are so eager to help. But then again, it is probably in your nature to help.
A moment later, he is stood behind you, peeking over your shoulder at the bright laptop screen as you show him all his options. You explain why certain beds are better than others and ask him for his preferences. You add all the filters to your search and scan thoroughly as he let’s you make most of the decisions, trusting that you make the right decision for him.
“I accidentally fell asleep in your bed.” Bucky interrupts the silence and you freeze at the confession.
Not daring to move, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to process that bit of information. Your mind runs wild. It’s inappropriate. Wildly so.
But when you stepped into your room earlier, your sheets were clean and your bed was made. You want to be mad at him and tell him that is crossing the line, but you heard the pain in his confession. It was accidental. He didn’t mean to. He probably punishes himself enough as it is.
You collect your thoughts and spin the stool to him, only to find him resting against the kitchen counter, looking down in shame.
“Is that why you look so well-rested?” You ask him and his eyes snap up to yours.
Bucky’s face doesn’t give anything away as his jaw is clenched tightly. His face contorts as he desperately reads your face for any sign that you are testing him, ready to blow like a bomb over his behaviour.
“What?”
“Well, you seem well-rested and you want me to help you look for a new bed. I put two and two together.” You explain calmly and he wants to grab you by the shoulders and shake you at your insanity. How are you not screaming at him? And would you please stop focusing so much on his well-being?
“How are you not pissed at me? I completely crossed the line!” He exclaims, his fists tightening around the edge of the counter below him. Your eyes drift down to his hands briefly before moving back up to his handsome face.
“I’m glad you realise that you have crossed a line.” You say, not helping the grin that spreads on your face as the big man squirms under your calm exterior.
He opens his mouth to say something before dropping his head down in shame, “I’m sorry.”
Your instincts make you get up and walk over, placing your hands on his upper arms and rubbing them slightly. His eyes snap up to yours, shock ridden in them at the touch.
“I forgive you.” You smile at him before turning back around, realising that too much kindness in one go might make him combust. You sit behind the laptop again and look at your shopping cart. “How about this one? It can be delivered to you tomorrow. I have a short appointment, but I can help you after.”
It stays quiet for a while as Bucky takes in this moment. He is completely overwhelmed by your kindness and it reminds him of Steve. The trust you have in him and the understanding you have for human errors. He clears his throat when you turn your head to look at him.
“Uh, yeah. That would be great. Thank you.” He mumbles, the thank you carrying more weight to him than you could ever imagine.
When you move to open the door of your apartment, you jump when it is opened for you and two heavy set men walk out, chatting loudly. Behind them appears Bucky and he grins at you, the sight of this making you copy him.
“Bed’s here.” He announces and you smile, walking into the apartment, assuming the two men helped him carry it inside.
You follow him to his room and you put your hands on your hips as you look at the parts of the bed scattered throughout his room. You look up at him and have to bite your lip from grinning at the small sense of pride beaming off him.
“You know how to put it together?” You ask him and he nods, walking over to the bed and crouching down. He grabs the paper with instructions on it and studies them.
“Think so. Might need your help here and there.” He answers and moves to put the bed together.
You kneel down as well, rummaging through your bag as you pull out two small pieces of paper. “I got you something.”
He looks up from his position on the floor and watches you walk over and sit down on the floor next to him. You hand him the papers and he takes them from you, studying them intensely. When he stays quiet, you decide to elaborate.
“I found Sam on Facebook. He’s your only friend on there, so I sent you a request, by the way. I looked through his pictures and found two that you were in. One with him and one with some more Avengers.” You explain cautiously, trying to read his reaction as his stare remains on the photos. “Decided to print them out, because pictures might help to make your room feel a bit more like home. I know I might have overstepped, but I noticed you have no pictures anywhere and you slept in my bed, so I figured we’re even now.” You shrug and stop yourself from rambling on, really curious to his reaction now.
He looks up at your face in what you can only describe as admiration. He stays quiet, just looking up at you and a blush creeps to your cheeks. After a long silence, he finally speaks up, “Do you have anything to hang them up with?”
You smile brightly and scramble to your feet, off to your room to find something. Bucky stares at the pictures in awe, feeling like there’s a big ball of cotton stuck in his throat. You figured you’re even now, but he feels like he owes you the world.
It’s a small gesture, but the fact that you decided to print these before coming home to make his room even better, makes him wish he had a third picture with you to hang up in his room. It’s been a long time since he has felt such a genuine friendship like the one he is building with you now.
You come back and help him set up his bed, hanging the picture on the wall opposite to it, so he can look at them. Whilst Bucky focused on the bed, you had made yourself useful by hanging and folding his clothes into the closet and stuffing the duffel bags into one of the drawers.
“Much better.” You announce as both of you stand in the door opening, examining your work.
Your eyes fly open when you hear the screaming. It pierces through your chest and rattles your bones. You quickly climb out of bed when it doesn’t stop and pad over to his room, carefully opening the door and peering into his room. He’s writhing on the bed, sweat covering his naked chest and reflecting the faint light coming from the windows.
“James?” You try, your voice muffled by his screams.
You try a few more times, all your attempts proven futile. You walk over with determination. You have dealt with plenty of aggressive and disassociated patients before, so you sort of know what you’re doing.
However, this particular person has a metal arm that can choke the life out of you. You decide not to let it scare you, reminding yourself of the boyish grin you saw hours ago, and climb onto the bed.
His eyes fly open the second your palm touches his chest and he starts thrashing like a mad man. You weakly push his arms down in an attempt to stop his flailing.
When he doesn’t stop screaming and writhing, you grit your teeth and climb over him. You straddle his waist, something you would obviously never do with a patient, and press your palms into his chest with all the force you have. You remember that putting pressure on someone’s nervous system can calm them down and your attempt seems to work ever so slightly.
“JAMES. James, listen to me. You’re in your bed. It was a nightmare.” You enunciate to him, keeping the pressure on his chest.
His hands wrap around your wrist tightly as his eyes set on yours, his teeth grinding in distress. You repeat your words as his screams falter, your voice lowering significantly.
His grip on your wrists loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go. His chest his rapidly rising and falling under your palms and he closes his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down. His heart is pounding in his chest and he desperately tries to control his breathing.
Bucky curses internally that you are here. He is much more comfortable with you not getting involved in this side of him. However, the pressure on his chest does feel nice and grounding to him.
“I didn’t want to come in, but you wouldn’t stop this time. I couldn’t do nothing.” You admit, your own breathing slightly shallow. Bucky notices.
He gently rubs his thumbs over your hands, the need to calm you down much greater than the need to calm himself down. Turns out, calming you down helps him calm down just the same.
You swallow slightly and drop your head down awkwardly. Avoiding Bucky’s gaze, you clear your throat, suddenly hyper-aware of the position you’re in. He catches on immediately and lets go of you, allowing you to climb off of him. Bucky feels light, too light, without the pressure of you on him, but he shoves the feeling down.
Crossing your legs as you sit on his new bed, you look at him. Bucky pushes himself up to rest against the headboard as he runs a hand over his face, “Didn’t recognise the room.”
You frown when all of a sudden it dawns on you. Changing his room so suddenly had made his surrounding unfamiliar, making it harder for him to break free from his night terror.
You nod slowly and chew your lip, “We might have changed everything too fast.”
He nods, finally catching onto his breath as he sinks down into his pillows. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
You shake your head and wave your hand dismissively, “Don’t be. I’m sorry we couldn’t fix your nightmares.”
Bucky’s chest aches at your words, wanting to tell you just how much your support means to him. His pride getting in the way, he decides to keep his mouth shut.
“Do you want to sleep in my room?” You ask out of nowhere and he looks up at you. “I can sleep here if you want.”
“I couldn’t possibly ask that.”
“You’re not. I’m offering.” You clear up and he chews his lip in consideration. He wants to, the offer sounding like heaven to him, but he doesn’t want to tear you from the comfort of your own bed.
“Only if you stay in your bed.” You blush deeply, his senses immediately picking up on your racing heartbeat. After feeling like a victim at your hands, it feels strangely nice to have you blushing at his words. “If you don’t find that uncomfortable of course.” He quickly adds and you shake your head no.
As nervous as he should be, the topic of women is something he is strangely comfortable with. Knowing you’re blushing at the idea of sleeping in the same bed as him, made him feel a sense of normalcy again. A normalcy he kind of wants to milk when it comes to you.
After all, little flirting never hurt nobody.
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thewritingdoll · a month ago
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" i'll walk you home. " shang chi
this screams protective bff who caught feelings!shang chi and no i am not taking criticism 🥰
𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓉
fandom marvel
featuring shang-chi x BFF!reader (f)
rating sfw, but heed warnings
content warning reader is very drunk (practically incoherent), her date is a creep and tries to gaslight/take advantage of her, some swearing, confrontation, unrequited pining (him)
summary shang-chi makes sure you get home safely.
word count 1.4k / mini musing
attention don’t ever, ever, ever go out with a stranger without letting someone (friend or family) know where you’re going and how long you’re supposed to be there! also, please please be wary and careful when drinking alcohol with strangers AND REMEMBER that if some asshole ever tries anything like this on you: shang chi said YOU’RE A TEN, YOU DONT OWE HIM SHIT. do not repost or translate. reblog & give feedback 💗 every reblog is a kiss for shang-chi on his pretty little face.
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the two of you had an agreement, made upon the creation of your tinder account. you would text with a code, a simple one, if you were ever in trouble while out on a date, and you would always keep your location on for him.
for a while, the agreement seemed silly. sure, the guys you’d meet online either wanted anonymous hookups or had a bad habit of ghosting or a plethora of issues with a crazy ex, but they were never… predatory. Shang-Chi was simply being the over-protective best friend, you thought, and while you were grateful he cared so much, you didn’t believe you’d actually need to use the code.
until tonight.
⚠️⚠️⚠️
thankfully, it was just emojis, because you were having a difficult time seeing past the haze as you wobble atop cumbersome and expensive stiletto pumps. the strobe lights were making you feel sick, and you couldn’t tell if you had one or three cellphones in your palm.
“Come on, pretty girl, let’s get outta here.”
“No,” you mumble, but the man whose name currently escapes you has already grabbed your bicep and is guiding you towards the door, none too gently. “No, I want to stay and wai—t on my friend. I just texted him!” you didn’t want to go, but your feet were trying to walk, at the very least, so this man wouldn’t drag you. “I want to wait on Shang-Chi—“
“Why’d you go and do that, huh?” he asks, turning to look down at you. he might’ve been trying to look hurt, or maybe it was his intent to look as angry as he did, but either way it made a knot tie itself in your gut. “We were having fun, weren’t we?”
“Yeah, but—“
“Weren’t you having fun with me? You told me you were having a blast, remember? You said you wanted me to take you home with me.”
you scrunch your nose. you were almost sure you didn’t say that… did you? “I… did?”
“Yeah,” he insists, pulling you outside. the neons from the signs on the windows hurts your eyes and one hand flees to shield your face from them, “that’s why I got us an uber, silly.”
“Oh.” confused, with your head swimming, it’s the only response you can give. you don’t remember telling him to get an uber, and you definitely don’t remember wanting to go home with him, but you were so wasted that you couldn’t be sure if you really did. your date walks ahead to grab the door to the backseat for you to get in.
staring at the ground with a perma-pout upon your countenance, you stumble on to the gritty concrete and misstep. the pin-like heel on your shoe snaps against the ill-distribution of your weight and the unfortunate, awkward footing. you crumble to the ground with your palms outstretched in an attempt to break your fall with a low huff. “Owie.” you mumble beneath your breath, just as another car, this one red in hue, pulls into the parking space beside your uber, and someone familiar steps out of the backseat.
“Shang-Chi!” your pronunciation of his name is slurred heavily by the numbing of booze-saturated tiers, but you feel a wave of relief as he hurries over and takes both of your hands to pull you to your feet. hardly aware of the red uber backing out of the space and driving off, you stare at your friend in disbelief. “You got here fast!” or did you text him a long time before? time seemed to move differently the more inebriated you became.
“Of course I did,” he exhales, holding your hands closer to examine them, “are you okay?” glancing down at them, too, you realize they’re covered in tiny scrapes from when you fell, with microscopic rock-shaped dents in your skin. his brows furrowed, and he uses his digits to sweep any minuscule debris off of them.
“She’s fine.” your date speaks up as he staggers towards you, but you take note of the way Shang-Chi angles his body in front of yours, creating a human wedge between you and he. the date holds out his hand, “C’mon, sweetheart. I’ll take you home—“
you shake your head, sheepish, but it’s your friend who speaks. “Nah, she’s good, man. I got her. You have yourself a good night.”
“Hey, man,” your date grinds his teeth, taking a step closer and glares at Shang-Chi, “I paid for her drinks and her ride. What, I’m supposed to get nothing? Don’t be a cockblock.”
Shang-Chi’s eyes are usually the warmest you’ve ever seen, like soft moonstones. however, when that final sentence filled the atmosphere between them, you could swear his eyes went black with anger. “Hey man,” he mutters, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his wallet, “let me cover that for you.” there’s an acidic bite to his tone as he stuffs two twenty dollar bills against the man’s chest with a flat palm and a smack that resonates in the night air around you, “And just, while I’m in a giving mood, have some advice to go with that. You take a lady out, pay for her drinks, and expect to get something in return, you deserve someone like me to knock your dick in the dirt. This girl right here?” waving his hand in gesture to you, he glares at the fuming man before him, “she’s a ten, and she doesn’t owe you shit. Remember that, playboy.”
whether he wanted to or not, your creepshow date backed off. grumbling to himself, he slams the door of the uber and the car takes off. Shang-Chi has already turned his attention back to you, grabbing your hand. “Come on,” he says, the softness returning to his velvety voice, “I’ll walk you home.”
“I can’t,” you whine, stumbling forward with your bottom lip sticking out. pointing down at your feet, you add like a child that is sad that her favorite toy is broken, “my shoe…”
he takes a moment to look at the shoe, kneeling down, and pats both of his shoulders. “Hands here.” you do as instructed, steadying yourself against the sturdiness of the broad expanse. “Right foot,” you lift your right foot, the one with the mangled stiletto, and he slides it off. to describe the relief your foot felt after the killer accessory had been subtracted would’ve been impossible. “Left.” you lift your left foot, and he takes that one off, too. when he’s finished, he clutches them together in one hand and whirls around, offering his back to you. “All right, now hop on.”
normally, you would’ve been excited; piggyback rides were always a staple in your friendship, but you felt a strange, sinking guilt as you latch on to him, and he begins to trek the crosswalk. why did he have to come and save you from some creep? why was it his responsibility to make sure you weren’t coaxed into doing something you’d regret? it didn’t seem fair to you— and so, you nuzzle your face into the nape of his neck, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. “Sorry,” you mumble, half coherent with your cheek smushed into his skin. you can smell the scent of his shampoo, feel the dampness in his short tendrils, and you wonder if he had been just out of the shower, about to lie down and sleep for the night. the thought makes the guilt in you flare.
“C’mon now, don’t say that.” he insists, chortling softly. “You don’t have to be sorry. None of that was your fault, you know that, right? You did the right thing. I’m proud of you.”
your lids are heavy, so you close them, your mind beginning to numb with impending exhaustion. “I’m sorry that you have to take care of me… it shouldn’t be up to you.”
Shang-Chi takes a while to respond, because every response upon his tongue would’ve been a confession. his heart was beating wildly out of tempo at the prospect of telling you how he felt, but finally he settles for a, “I’ll always take care of you. You know that, don’t you?”
you don’t answer him. at first, he’s unsure if he’s said something wrong. then, he feels steady breath against the nape of his neck, and he realizes you’d fallen asleep.
maybe next time, he thinks, holding your legs close to his ribs.
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~3300 words of Loki tickle fluff
Soft Loki, very tender. A little different to what I usually write.
@just-another-blog-of-fluff and I keeping each other on our toes 😉
Rating: PG13
CW: Not really any, it’s intimate but not suggestive.
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The first time you fell asleep on Loki, he didn't quite know how to react.
His eyes widened a little when he felt the gentle pressure of your head falling against his shoulder. He was sitting next to you on a jump seat in the quinjet and you all still had an hour to go until landing.
Steve seemed to catch his discomfort, and he smiled understandingly. "You can move, she won't wake up."
"I beg your pardon?" Loki kept his voice low but Steve shrugged and talked in his normal volume.
"She's dead to the world once she falls asleep. It's nearly impossible to wake her."
As a test, Loki lifted your head with his hand and pushed it to lean against the divider on the other side of you. He heard Steve chuckle before turning back to his notes and snapped up to see him smirking down at his tablet.
Loki couldn't help feeling a little guilty for the way he pushed you off of him, almost like you were a filth he didn't want rest on his shoulder. You weren't, at all. He just didn't know if you'd have rested your head on his shoulder willingly, and it felt presumptuous to let you continue.
The second time you fell asleep on Loki, he started doubting his instincts; he knew you’d done it on purpose, but he so deeply doubted that he deserved the trust you gave him.
You two had grown closer over the weeks, finding an comforting companion in each other, finding a desire for closeness that was somewhat unusual to you both. Loki, because of the depth of feeling. You, because of trusting someone to be so close in proximity.
Most people were hanging out in the living room late one evening, and you’d made a point to sit down right next to him even though there were many seats available. Your willingness to be unashamedly close to him was one of the reasons he started feeling a bit more okay with being a bit more social with the Avengers. He’d been helping out on a few missions since he’d defected to the Midgardian vigilante crew, grateful for their protection from his former alien allies, but had yet to find his place outside the battlefield or their war room (which he found, with its whiteboards and projectors, to be much more dull that the gold-plated tabled maps in the war rooms of Asgard).
But you were fine, happy even, being close to him. You’d been tired that day, yawning noticeably and even caught out Loki by spreading your yawn to him, proving he’d been looking at you to catch its contagiousness. Then your eyes started slowly closing over the course of several minutes, and you didn’t fight particularly hard to keep them open. Before you feel into sleep completely, you shifted your seat a bit further away and then lay down, finding his lap to be a pillow and almost immediately falling asleep.
Eyes raised around the room as Loki’s hand so naturally rested on the forearm of your hand that was wedged beneath your cheek. No one said anything, but Loki knew they all noticed and they’d certainly talk later.
This meant the world to him, knowing you’d done this on purpose. Knowing it was a conscious choice to say this person can be close to me in front of a room full of people who perhaps still somewhat mistrusted the only person you’d ever willingly engaged with physically. They trusted your judgement, they knew you were a good agent, and you trusted this former villain.
The third time you fell asleep on Loki, it was the day after you’d almost shared your first kiss.
It had been late at night, you two had been alone in the living room trading stories and ideas, trading deep looks. You’d give a faint blush and he’d give a wry smile. You’d, in some subtle way, assure him that he was someone you desired to have close and he, in a not-so-subtle way, would return the sentiment.
When the time finally came to retire to your separate rooms you both found yourselves unwilling to answer the call of midnight, hopelessly wishing for the other to stay where they were. Here, together.
But you both stood, and you hugged him. You breathed him in and relaxed against his chest, murmuring a hope for him to have sweet dreams. He hugged you back, thank goodness, and you fit perfectly beneath his arms. When you pulled away you told yourself to not look up at him, for fear you’d be subliminally pressuring him to kiss you if he wasn’t ready, or if he didn’t do that kind of thing with humans.
Though he cupped your cheeks, tilted your head up and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. Your cheeks burned beneath his fingers, and he teased you for your second goodnight, which then came out in stammered speech. You grinned and rolled your eyes at the teasing, telling him you’d see him the next day.
So there, the next evening, Loki sat reclined on the couch late at night as you entered the living room.
“Hey,” you greeted.
”Evening,” he looked up from his book and smiled softly. You leant your elbows on the back of the couch and nodded to the book that was missing its title cover. “Othello,” he answered your wordless question.
“Mind if I join you?” You asked, resting your chin in your hand.
“Please,” he nodded, then furrowed his brow. “I didn’t see you bring a book.”
With a shy but mischievous smile, you brought your legs over the back of the couch and let yourself fall and settle in the small space between Loki and the back of the couch. Loki laughed at your forwardness, but he wasn’t quite surprised considering the evening before.
You ducked your head under his left arm and folded your right hand underneath yourself, letting your right cheek and left hand rest on his chest. Barely above a whisper, you declared: “I’ll share yours.”
He chuckled and held his book in his right hand, letting his left hand rest at your waist. Your top had no sleeves, and he noticed you had goosebumps from the coolness of night, so he held you a little tighter.
Loki did not bother to ask if you were ready for him to turn the pages, when he would turn them with wordless magic, knowing you did not intend to read a single page. You’d be asleep soon. Not ten minutes later, your body had relaxed so completely and your breathing so deep that he knew you’d fallen into a deep peaceful slumber.
He smiled softly, then returned his attention to the pages. Half an hour later, he grew tired of the play and turned his attention to you, placing the book down on the ground next to the couch.
Loki caught even himself off guard at the small grin that spread into his cheeks as you, in your sleep, snuggled further into him. He ran his hand lightly from where it had been resting on your ribs and down to your side, delighted to see that it made you let out the smallest giggle he’d ever heard.
”Ticklish, darling?” He whispered, but you didn’t reply. Perhaps you were embarrassed, or flustered, or nervous that he was about to attack. However, with a more discerning look into your face, Loki chuckled to see that you were actually still asleep. Testing the waters, he ghosted his fingers ever so lightly from your side to the middle of your belly. You let out a little giggle again, but sighed deeply and relaxed against him, still under sleep’s spell.
Loki grinned, and nearly laughed at how adorable this was. The lightest touch tickled you, you must be sensitive, but it was not enough to wake you. Deathly curious to see how much your sleep could resist, he smirked and settled his fingers back at your side.
He trailed his fingers in slow circles as you shifted a little, a sleepy smile pulling at your cheeks as a small giggle bubbled through your lips. When your hand instinctively hid your eyes, Loki was convinced he’d never seen something more endearing. He bit his lip and continued, though this time trailing up the length of your arm with light tapping fingers, settling at your neck where he drew more light patterns.
This time, your giggle was louder, and so was your breath. He backed off for a second, allowing you to settle back into your sleep. He wondered if this was affecting your dreams, if your mind was conjuring images to match the ticklish feeling.
He let his fingers flow along your shoulder blades and down to the back of your ribs. You giggled again, so he started scratching ever so softly. Another giggle, another swipe of his fingers, another grin gracing his lips, another crooked smile on yours.
Loki’s fingers traced down, through the divots of your ribs, and settled on the side of your stomach. He shifted the arm around you to lightly grasp the wrist that was at your face, not wanting it to get in the way should you wake. He watched your now-relaxed lips and the small sliver of a peek he had at your eyes, and flitted his fingers gently along the thin fabric of your shirt.
You smiled and nuzzled into his chest, body squirming a little. He stayed at the same spot, adding just a little more pressure to his fingers and bringing them closer to the centre of your belly. You were actually giggling now, and Loki had no idea how in the Nine Realms you were still asleep.
“Wake up and stop me, little creature,” he whispered teasingly, hoping by some miracle your last dreams would be of him, his voice. He knew mortals only remembered the dreams they woke up in the middle of, and he’d like to be remembered.
His fingers ghosted again, now at the centre just above your belly button, and you finally stirred. Giggling hard as one eye opened, he felt you pull on your wrist only to find it was stuck in his hold.
“W-whahat?” You giggled in a groggy voice, confused and delirious from being woken from your deep sleep. “Lohoki, why are- HEY!” You squeaked as he grinned and added proper tickling pressure, clawing his fingers at the sensitive skin. Your giggles turned to laughter as you tried in vain to free one of your arms to fight him off to no avail; the one that wasn’t in his hold was still stuck underneath you.
“Ah, look who’s finally awake,” Loki taunted.
”I trusted youhou!” You pouted through giggles, squeaking again as he stuck a finger into your belly button through your shirt. You flinched and squirmed a little harder as he chuckled, wiggling his finger tauntingly into the little space. Then, Loki, not wanting to turn this into a full-on brawl, lightened his touch again - it seemed very effective anyway.
“Your sleep is a strong force,” Loki mused, softy spidering his fingers up to your lower ribs. You laughed helplessly and squealed a little as you buried your face into his chest, completely unable to help yourself in such a state. “You withstood this for nearly several minutes,” Loki smirked and pulled at your wrist, prying it from your ribs.
“Wait, wait!” You giggled nervously as he pulled the wrist over your head. You were trapped so precariously, stuck on your side with one arm underneath you, wedged between Loki’s body and the back of the couch. Now with your arm held above your head, he had complete access to exploit the entirely of the left side of your body. “W-wait, Loki, wahait,” you looked in his eyes, seeing how they sparkled with mischief, and had to playfully glare.
His touch made you giggle and squirm, but it was gentle, and it was kind. Truth be told, it was nice to see Loki finally so comfortable being close to someone. He grinned at you and raised an eyebrow before dragging a single finger through a gap between two of your ribs. “Lokihihi,” you giggled, burying your burning cheeks into his shoulder.
“This is most wonderful,” he commented softly, adding three more fingers to three more gaps, swiping them back and forth as you giggled and wriggled against him. “Your body must enjoy it, if it did not wake you,” he commented matter-of-factly.
“Youhou cannot sp-speaHEAK for my body,” you squeaked a little when he hit a particularly sensitive area. He chuckled and lightened his touch, trailing a little higher, scratching a bit more at the back of your ribs as he did so. This made you giggle hard, squirm harder, and shut your eyes. You knew where his fingers were heading, and you bit your lip as you thought of how pleased he’d be to find such a sensitive spot.
“The higher I go, the more tense you become,“ Loki taunted into your ear. You squeaked from the comment and tried to relax your body, nuzzling into him further so he wouldn’t see how red your face was. “Dear girl, I hope you know it’s not lost on me that you’ve submitted to my touch,” he whispered, the proximity to your ear made you shiver. His fingers traced around the back of your underarm, carefully avoiding the more sensitive skin underneath.
“I-I’m stuck,” you pointed out. “You’re too strong,” you also pointed out. Then you finally looked up to see his amused grin. “There’s not much I can do but submit.“
“Submitting such sensitive skin to the God of Mischief?” Loki asked with fake shock, “Anyone else would call you mad.”
You blushed a bit more and smile, looking at him sincerely. “I trust you, Loki. I feel safe with you.”
Your words pulled on his heart; even now, as he had you entirely at his mercy, you felt safe with him.
Safe enough to allow him his little bit of fun, to undo you a little bit, to have some power over you. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you, but he couldn’t stand the thought of doing so while you were incapacitated. So, he stowed away the thought for a not-so-distant future, and let his smile turn mischievous.
“Foolish girl,” he growled playfully, but you could see the fondness in his eyes. You tensed and bit back giggles as his feather-light touch made it’s way under your arm. After a mere few seconds, giggles be damned, you were laughing and squealing at his light touch. Loki laughed along with you as you squirmed against him, but, noticeably, not once asked him to stop. “You’re so charmingly ticklish,” he mused with a grin, wonderstruck by how sensitive the object of his affection could be.
He allowed his fingers to pick up pace, but keep their agonisingly light pressure, and he relished in the belly-laughter he was able to pull from you with the faintest touch. What a gorgeous power to have, what an incredible smile you had, how wonderful you were to no longer hide the smile against him. You were astounding, and you trusted him, so he made sure to not take it too far. He let his fingers take one final trail down your side, settling with a non-tickling touch at your waist before releasing your pinned hand from his grip.
The residual giggles left your lips as you dabbed at your eyes that were beginning to fill with joyful tears. “You’re a menace,” you mumbled and rested your head against his shoulder again. “I was having a great sleep until you had to ruin it with your mischief.”
“I can’t help it,” Loki argued. “It’s in my nature.”
“Hmm, and revenge is in mine,” you grinned, closing your eyes again. “Not right now though. I’ll get you when you least expect it.”
Loki scoffed, but more laughed. “Alright, darling. Let us see how that works out for you.”
You bit your lip and blushed, then opened your eyes. You brought your now-freed hand up to trace tiny shapes against the skin above his collar. He smiled softly, but didn’t flinch at the touch as your fingers ran up his neck to trace his smooth jawline. He kept smiling, letting his own eyes close against the softness of your fingers, against the care and admiration with which you admired his features.
“Strange creature, what ever are you up to?” He chuckled as your finger ran down his nose, over his lips and under his chin. You grinned and brought your finger back up to his mouth, tracing along his lower lip, then finding the creases of his smile.
The full weight of the intimacy of the moment finally hit you, and you sheepishly retracted your hand. Loki felt your heart pound a little harder, as did his own, and brought his hand up to caress your cheek, swiping his thumb along the soft skin above your jawline. Then, his thumb found your lips, ghosting along as your breath hitched in your throat. He made it clear with his touch that this was more than a physical moment, more than a skin-deep desire.
With a shift of your shoulder you communicated your intent to meet him face-to-face. So he turned, fingers sliding down your jaw until his palm cupped your cheeks and his finger were in your hair. He, then, ducked his head down and captured your lips with his own.
Kissing Loki was like honey; rich, sweet, indulgent, the smallest hint would linger for several moments.
But you didn’t only receive a small hint, because he pulled you on top of him, desiring to share the power of the evening. To show you that you were not a foolish girl to trust him, in case you hadn’t heard the playfulness in his voice just before.
You blushed at your sudden position, and he grinned at your sudden wide-eyed demeanour. He lifted his shoulders from the couch and kissed you again, smiling lips against smiling lips. You both laughed a little, maybe from shock at the connection, maybe from the relief of a long-standing mutual attraction being finally realised.
”I shouldn’t be rewarding you for your torture,” you muttered teasingly, kissing at the corner of his smirking mouth.
“Mmph,” Loki scoffed, swiftly ducking to kiss below your jaw. “Quite right, darling. Now I know this is what it gets me.”
You laughed. His ears sang with the melodic noise as he caressed your cheek once more and held it there to stare into your eyes. You grinned under his adoring gaze, blushing once again and tapping at his chest. “You didn’t need to pry this from me,” you said in a low voice. “You could have just kissed me.”
Loki shrugged and smiled cheekily, “But this was much more fun.” You rolled your eyes and he brought a gentle hold to your chin, looking at you quizzically. “What did you dream of?”
“I don’t remember,” you answered honestly.
“Ah,” Loki sighed, brushing a strand of hair from your eyes. “I thought I might have broken in there.”
You grinned at his defeat, bashful that he so desperately wanted to rule your thoughts, so unaware that he already did. Instead of telling him that, you showed him. Your fingers laced through the hair at the nape of his neck and you were delighted to see his eyes go a little hazy, looking as delirious as you felt. In an instant, you were kissing him again.
That night, when you said goodnight, it was nestled once again into his side, under the sheets of his bed that you’d both tiptoed into. Truth be told, you didn’t feel the need to conceal that there were two sets of footsteps entering his room that night, and you didn’t care one bit if someone saw you leave the next morning.
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a/n: thank you so much for 200 followers! I am planning on making this fic a series and I am very excited about it so I hope you all enjoy!
warnings: discussion of past child abuse (vague), mentions of injuries (stab wounds)
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader
summary: when the famous black widow defects to S.H.I.E.L.D, the reader sees the light in her. little do they know they will fall more and more in love with the redhead everyday. 
translations: tsvetok=flower
words: 3.4k | natasha x reader masterlist | navigation post
Your phone was ringing. It was 3 in the morning and your phone was ringing, which could only mean one thing. Fury needed you for a mission. You groaned and answered your phone, surprised when you heard Clint’s voice and not Fury’s. “Clint, what the hell?”
“Y/N I have a problem, Fury’s going to kill me.” You groaned thinking about what kind of trouble he got himself into this time. “What did you do?”
“I may or may not be taking the Black Widow back to S.H.I.E.L.D right now…” You took a moment to process what your friend just said. His mission was simple, eliminate the target, but no of course he did his own thing. “What the hell do you mean you're bringing her in?”
“You have to trust me, I’m doing the right thing.” If you trusted anyone, it was him. After all, he was your first friend at S.H.I.E.L.D. “Okay, okay I trust you, what do you need me to do?”
“Meet me at headquarters in 20?”
“Fine.” You got up and quickly threw on something slightly more presentable. God, you couldn’t believe you were about to back him up with this. You remember just last week Fury was going on and on about how this girl needed to be taken out ASAP. It took them a whole week until they could even get a potential location on this girl. From what you read about her she was dangerous, a master of manipulation, skilled in all trades. How does Clint know she isn’t going to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D and kill everyone at headquarters? You have no idea. But for some reason, you trust his judgment.
When you arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D, you waited for Clint in the parking lot. When his car finally pulled up, you watched as a small redheaded girl hopped out of the car with him. This couldn’t be the famous Black Widow you thought. She looked far too young to be the most dangerous assassin in the world. But you knew better than to underestimate anyone, so you kept your guard up. “This is Natalia,” Clint nudged the redhead to shake your hand. You extended your hand to her, but she wouldn’t even look you in the eyes. She seemed afraid, which confused you. Maybe it was an act? But you knew how to see through people and this? This did not seem like an act. You retracted your hand and introduced yourself, “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you tried to sound friendly. The girl still refused to meet your gaze or even respond. Clint shrugged at you, not knowing why she refused to speak.
“Can I talk to you alone for a second?” you asked as you pulled Clint aside. “You need to tell me exactly what happened on this mission Barton?”
“I traced her down to what seemed like an abandoned run-down old house, the place looked like it was on the brink of falling apart. I went inside and I was ready to just complete the mission and go home but she was injured when I found her.” you glanced over at the girl to check for any signs of injury, “she doesn’t look injured?”
“She has a stab wound on her stomach, I wrapped it but she didn’t make any indication that she was in pain the entire time I’ve been with her. Y/N she didn’t even fight back, she was just going to let me kill her and it-it didn’t sit right with me.” Clint was a father of two, soon to be three so you knew he had a big heart. But even you were suspicious of the situation, why would she just readily accept death like that?
You approached the redhead once again and went to place a hand on her shoulder, but she flinched away from your touch. You and Clint exchanged a worried glance before telling the girl to follow you inside. “Fury isn’t going to be happy,” you whispered on the way to his office, “yeah I know.”
Despite it being almost 4 in the morning, you knew Fury would still be here, he always was. You didn’t even knock when you entered the room with Barton and the girl beside you. Fury immediately stood up, ready to yell at you, but you didn’t let him start. “Look I know you're probably pissed, but I’m not going to stand here and let you kill this girl.”
“Have you two lost your minds?” Fury practically screamed back.
“Fury she didn’t even try to fight me, she was just going to let me kill her. Isn’t that a little suspicious?” Clint said, trying to defend his decision. “She is a master manipulator, did you stop and think about the possibility that this is what she wanted? For you to bring her here?” You had thought about it and you knew that was not what was going on here. “Sir I know when I’m being played and I can guarantee that that is not what's going on here.” Fury was raging with anger and you could practically feel Natalia shaking from across the room. “I’ll take her home with me, she will be 100% my responsibility, I swear nothings going to happen, sir.”
Fury laughed and he never laughed. “That's cute Agent Y/L/N. You know what, fine, you wanna take her in, be my guest. But if anything happens, if anything goes south, that's on you. Are you really willing to bet your career, the lives of everyone here, and your own life on her?” He was not expecting you to drop it but you replied, “Yes.” Fury was so flabbergasted, he motioned for you all to exit his office so you quickly left.
“That could have gone worse,” Clint said, “you didn’t have to offer to take her in, you don’t have to put everything on the line for her, I never asked you to do that.”
“I know, but I see something in her. I know you didn’t ask me to, but I want to. I can’t explain it, but I-” Clint cut you off, “I trust you, if you say you see something in her, then I trust that you do.” And with that being said you took the redhead to your apartment.
Natalia was quiet the entire car ride to your apartment, she just stared out the window. You didn’t even try to make conversation, knowing she didn’t seem up to talking. You only spoke to announce that you arrived at your apartment. The redhead followed behind you, not beside you which gave you an eerie feeling. When you opened the door to your apartment she would not enter until you explicitly stated she could. Once again that icky feeling bubbles in your stomach.
You motioned for her to follow you to the guest bedroom, “Let me grab you some clothes, tomorrow we can go shopping and get you your own stuff.” When you returned to the room, you tossed Natalia one of your sweatshirts and a pair of your sweatpants. “I bet it's been a long day, you hungry?” The redhead finally met your eyes, but still didn’t respond. “You alright?” You asked, trying to get a response out of the girl. “Yes, sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize, you did nothing wrong. Come on, let's eat.” You headed to the kitchen and started whipping up some noodles, “You want red sauce or pesto?” You asked which earned you a confused look from the girl, “I don’t know, I’ve never had either.”
“Oh, well then let's do red sauce, it's a classic.” The girl sat down at the table and you watched out of the corner of your eye as she twiddled with the end of her dutch braids. “I love your braids, I could never do them that good,” you watched as a small smile grew on the girl's face. “Thank you, someone taught me a long time ago.” You mentally patted yourself on the back since you finally got her to smile as you finished the noodles.
You placed a bowl of noodles in front of the girl as she quietly thanked you, “so I am assuming you have a lot of questions?” You knew she didn’t want to have this conversation just as much as you didn’t, but it was best to get it out of the way. “I’m just confused as to why I’m still alive.”
“Let me make one thing extremely clear, no one is going to kill you, you are safe here with us.”
“So then why am I here?” The girl looked confused. “I want to help you, that's why I want to give you a second chance at living a life. I don’t know anything about you, but from my observations, I’m going to guess you haven't done much living.”
“I’ve been training since I was four, I’m not sure what else there is to life.” Your eyes widened at the realization, you needed to call Fury. You two finished your dinners, you let Natalia head off to bed. Once you knew she was in her room for the night, you called Fury. “What do you want Y/N?” he said clearly, still pissed off about earlier. “I was right Nick, something was going on.”
“Care to elaborate, Agent?”
“She told me she started training when she was four years old.” Silence filled the space before you heard Fury deeply exhale. “Take today off, show her around the city, do whatever you need to do. Then tomorrow, I want you both in my office at 7 am sharp, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
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The next morning, you woke up early, hoping you would wake before the redhead. This was unsuccessful as you found the girl sitting on the couch. “Morning, here are some clothes for today, once you're ready we can head out?” she nodded and grabbed the clothes from you, and went to change.
It only took her like five minutes to get ready and re-braid her hair, which you found impressive, “You’re fast, alright let's go.” You decided you wanted to bring her to your favorite coffee shop so she could try pastries and get some much-needed coffee. When you headed into the coffee shop you asked her how she liked her coffee and she replied that she only ever drank black coffee. “I’ll just try whatever you're getting if that's ok,” you nodded and told her to find you a table. Once you got the food and drinks you headed to the table and placed them in front of the girl, “it's an iced vanilla latte and there's banana bread in the bag.” You watched as Natalia tried the coffee and food and were delighted when a small smile appeared on her face, “you like it?” she nodded with a smile.
Once you finished up breakfast, you brought the girl to the mall with you. You headed into multiple stores trying to help the girl pick some clothes for herself, but making her own choices was proving difficult to her. “Sorry I/ve never done this before.”
“It's okay, you don't have to apologize, we can take our time, we got all day.” Slowly Natalia started to pick out some things. Plain tee shirts, plain long sleeves, some socks, a few jackets, leggings, jeans, and other undergarments started making their way into your cart. Then you went to get some other essentials like shampoo, conditioner, lotion, etc. Once again the girl had no idea what to get or why there was more than one brand of these things. You combed your fingers through her soft hair to attempt to feel how the texture was so you could pick good products for her hair.
After hours and hours of shopping, you finally got everything you needed. You decided to take Natalia to your favorite park so you two could just walk around and relax a bit. As you two walked through the park, you noticed the girl was fascinated by all the colorful flowers. “Pretty aren't they?”
“Yeah, I’ve never really stared at them long enough to notice.” You reach down to pick a little white flower from the ground and go to place it in the girl's braid. “It's beautiful,” you said smiling.
The next morning you were up bright and early, not as early as Natalia, but still. You knew you needed to be exactly on time for your meeting with Fury. You told the redhead you two were going to meet with Fury today and her guard immediately was up. “Hey, it's okay, nothing bad is going to happen, I think he just wanted to discuss your potential future with S.H.I.E.L.D.”
When you two arrived, Fury was already waiting for you in the main lobby. He walked you two to his office where you saw Barton was already sitting. “Okay, we have two options here. One she trains here with you two and maybe she can work for S.H.I.E.L.D if and when she proves we can trust me. Or two, you two can work with her and the state to assimilate her to life while she is a longer a spy. It's up to her.”
“I want to work,” you were surprised she actually answered him. “Alright then it's settled, you two are in charge of her. She is to only train with you two and no weapons got it?”
“Got it,” you were about to exit his office before he stopped you, “but before any of that, Natalia you need to tell us where and who trained you.”
The four of you sat in Fury's office for what felt like hours as Natalia spilled all the secrets of a place called the red room. You had heard about it before, there was once an agent named Dottie that defected to S.H.I.E.L.D from them. Her story was heartbreaking. She had no memories of a family, she had no memories of anything besides fighting. When she said she was the only survivor of the twenty-eight girls in her class, you thought you were going to be sick.
“Ok I think I’ve heard enough,” Fury said, sounding like he too was going to be sick. The three of you hurried out of Fury’s office and you all headed to the training room.
“I should change my name if I am staying here,” Natalia said which caused you and Clint to turn around to face her. “Yeah that’s a good idea, you have a name you like?”
“Natasha Romanoff, the American version of my name works.”
“I love it,” you replied, earning you another smile from the girl, “can I call you Nat?”
“Sure,” she shrugged. Once you arrived at the training room you laid out the ground rules for training, “I know how you trained and sparred is different, that's how we train so let me just clarify, sparring is just for practice, we aren't killing or injuring anyone. First Nat sparred with Clint and you were blown away with just how good she was. When you sparred with her you kept up with her at the start, but she completely got you off guard. “You're really good.”
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1 month later
After you and Nat’s walk in the park, you started bringing flowers all the time since it made Nat smile. And God did you love to see her smile. Nat was adjusting to S.H.I.E.L.D well and Fury was starting to trust her more and more. You even saw Fury having lunch with Nat one day which made your heart happy. Maybe he would take her in as a daughter as he did with you.
“Tsvetok,” you also started calling Nat flower in Russian as a nickname, “Fury wants us to come in.” She nodded and grabbed her coat as you two hurried to his office. It was almost midnight, so you aren't sure why you are being called in. When you arrived Fury had a small file on his desk, “I have a trial mission for you two.” You were overjoyed, he was finally letting you take Nat into the field. “It's just a recon mission, but it is time sensitive so you need to leave now.”
Overjoyed with excitement you jumped up and hugged Fury, “thank you for this.” Fury sighed, but hugged you back, “alright alright get out of here,” you laughed as you excitedly dragged Nat to the jet.
“You seem very excited about this,” Nat said in a teasing manner, “I’ve been dying to take you into the field.” You threw a S.H.I.E.L.D uniform at her, telling her you would get one made for her soon, and boarded the jet. You made your way to the passenger seat and Nat sat beside you as she carefully read the file. “Don’t worry, this mission is easy, we just need to upload the information onto the hard drive.”
The mission ended up going flawlessly, proving to Fury just how helpful and good Nat was. After this mission, he granted Nat access to weaponry and officially declared her a S.H.I.E.L.D agent.
To celebrate you took Natasha to her favorite diner and surprised her with the most beautiful flower arrangement she had ever seen, “Y/N these are beautiful, thank you,” she brought them up to her face to smell them and smile. “Beautiful just like you.”
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2 months later
Nat had been going on more and more missions with you and officially became your new mission partner since Clint was preparing to retire to spend more time with his kids. Nat even got to go on solo missions now and you were just so proud of her. She was still adjusting to life, decisions were still hard to make, but you walked her through it all. You were her rock.
You were currently on your first solo mission in a while, but luckily you finished early. You had been gone for a few days and just wanted to go back to see Nat, you even skipped going to medical just to see her.
When you walked through the door you were met with Natasha practically running to give you a hug. You were so glad she was becoming more of a hugger because you adored hugs. She always gave the best ones. “Tsvetok, I missed you.”
“Ya skuchal po tebe bol'she (I missed you more).”
Quickly her happy expression faded into worry when she saw blood seeping through your shirt, you looked down realizing the fast stitching you did on the jet probably wasn’t tight enough and your wound burst open. Natasha ran to get a first aid kit and got you sat on the couch. “What happened?” She asked as she got to stitching you up properly. “Nothing just got stabbed a little,” you laughed. “A little? This doesn’t look little!”
“Oh relax I’m fine, plus I’ve got the best person in the world to take care of me.” Natasha finished patching you up with her gentle soft hands that you loved so much. When you first met the redhead you never expected to fall in love with her. But you have been living together for months now and you knew you were madly in love with her. You just couldn’t tell her, you were too scared that she wouldn’t feel the same.
“Nat I got you something,” you reached into your bag and pulled out a sunflower, “it's sort of crushed now, but it reminded me of you.”
“How?” the redhead laughed. “You are this light in the darkness, even on the darkest days you stand tall and find the sun.” Natasha stared into your eyes and the whole world faded away. She nervously grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss, then pulled back and started muttering “I'm sorrys.”
“Don’t apologize,” you grabbed her chin so she looked at you, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you leaned in to kiss her again and this time she didn’t pull away. She was forever going to be your sunflower. Your light in the dark.
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the-emo-asgardian · 2 days ago
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A Month to Remember: A Flufftober Series
Day 19: Flowers
Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: When you’re sure your adoptive fathers, Steve and Bucky, and the rest of the team wouldn’t approved of your new relationship with Loki, the two of you decide to keep it a secret. But how long can the charade last before everyone find out? Chapter Warnings: short A/N: The prompt list is from @flufftober2021! Enjoy :)
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Loki really hoped some flowers would brighten your day. They were your favorite kinds after all. His heart thudded as he prepared to knock on your door. Sure, he knew the passcode, but what if he was the reason you were upset? You’d been hiding out in your room all day. He’d just pop in, give you the flowers, maybe steal a quick kiss, then leave you alone if that was what you desired.
“Who is it?” you called when he rapped on the door.
“It is me, darling,” he responded in his smooth accent.
“Come in!”
He did, finding you wrapped up in your comforter on the floor, in front of the TV. A bowl from whatever your breakfast earlier that day was sat forgotten on a table next to a long since downed glass of juice. 
“Hello, my love. I- I’ve brought you some flowers.”
You smiled so softly, it almost chased all his fears away. Then sadness creeped into the grin. “Thank you so much. They’re lovely! You’re too perfect, you know.”
“I am just trying to be what you deserve,” he confessed, conjuring a vase when his search for one failed. “How are you today, sweet love?”
“I’m ok. Just tired.” He raised an eyebrow, not quite believing you. “Aaaannnnnd I have a cold.” You faked a cough.
The god sighed. “I am always here for you, my darling. But if you’d prefer to be left alone right now, I shall go.”
He kissed the top of your head and began to go, but you came out of your blanket cocoon enough to grab onto his hand. “Wait! Don’t go, my love. I do want you here. It’s just,” you sighed, “my dad.”
“Oh, I see.” Loki sat down next to you, not even having to ask which of your fathers had caused your mood. “Would you like to talk about it?”
“Yes… That comment he made last night…”
Loki puzzled for a moment. “Which one?”
You startled, having expected him to know. “About how we’re good as friends, and that he knows someone he wants to set you up on a date with.”
The raven-haired prince let out a less than regal laugh, and you pouted. “Oh, forgive my reaction, darling; I don’t mean to laugh at you. It is just that the idea of ever loving anyone else as I love you is ridiculous.” He grew serious, cupping your cheek. “You are the only one for me.”
Flustered, you looked to the ground and whined, “Well now I feel silly! And you don’t have to apologize; I know you didn’t mean to make me feel that way. It’s just… I know you love me. I guess I just can’t help being insecure.”
“Well then,” Loki remarked, getting under the blanket that you’d offered to him, joining you wrapped in the cocoon. “Good thing I’ll always be here to remind you how wonderful you are, and how my love for you is never-ending.”
He summoned one of the flowers from the vase, tucking it behind your ear. You giggled, grabbing his hand again and kissing it. His easy grin calmed your heart.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
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melwilson · a month ago
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h a n d s
bucky barnes x reader
bucky’s never really liked holding hands. not until you.
his hands didn’t have a very clean track record.
at first, he didn’t think he was worthy enough to hold your hands. yours were so delicate and his were scarred with murder and the pain of his past.
it took awhile, but now bucky is always reaching for your hands. he’s obsessed he thinks.
they’re so small compared to his, but they’re always soft, warm, and gentle.
the first thing he does when you reach him is grab for your hands. 
“hi baby,” you giggle as the larger man peppers kisses from your jaw down to your shoulder. 
you hum softly when finally kisses your lips
your hand goes to cradle his face and he can’t help but lean into your touch
“hi,” bucky mutters.
he smiles fondly at you, eyes shining with adoration. 
he turns his face to kiss your palm before you say, “how was steve?”
“good, he’s doing better. he’ll be fine by the end of the week.”
you cock your head to side as bucky’s smile falls at the mention of his injured best friend. “it’s not your fault, you know that right?” 
the brunette sighs, fingers playing with the gold rings that adorned your own. “i know, doll, but you didn’t see him out there. i- i didn’t think he was going to make it.” 
you plant a gentle kiss to bucky’s forehead. “you and i both know that steve is too stubborn to die.” 
he lets out an airy laugh. “yeah.” 
he goes quiet after that, pulling you onto to the couch beside him. 
your legs are thrown over his thighs, one arm wrapped around his shoulders. fingers combing lightly through his hair. 
he watches as you flip through the channels on the tv, a sense of domesticity washing over him.
he’s not sure if he would ever be able to give up the fight. somehow, it always finds him and he can never say no. 
but he’s sure he would throw it all away for moments like these. 
for time with you. 
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alisonsfics · 6 months ago
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goodnight kiss
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
summary: bucky stays over at your place because he’s having work done on his apartment. he gets to hang out with you and your son.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: mentions of a near-death experience
a/n: in this, your son is named james, after bucky. to avoid confusion, i only refer to bucky as bucky, and the son as james
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You were at the sink, cleaning up the dishes from dinner. You had just eaten dinner with your four-year-old son. You were a single mom, so you were always there for him.
His name was James. You guessed it. He was named after the one and only Bucky Barnes.
You used to be a SHIELD agent, until SHIELD had fallen apart due to Hydra. That was when you found out you were pregnant with James.
You decided to pursue the simple life. You had a business job working for Tony. You were in charge of Stark Industries’ financials. It allowed you to stay connected to the hero world, but from a safer side.
You might be wondering why you named your son after Bucky.
Tony was throwing his annual party for all the Avengers. You were two months pregnant at the time, but no one knew. Someone broke into the compound. He had powers. Telekinesis.
He declared his hatred for the Avengers. He said they weren’t there for him when needed them the most.
He said he let a scientist experiment on him so that he could become an Avenger, but the experiments had backfired and ruined his life, while still giving him telekinetic powers.
No one was armed, so they all ran for their weapons.
While they did that, he got you. He held you by your neck and held you pressed up against a wall. Your feet were dangling helplessly beneath you.
You struggled to breath, and you were gasping for any kind of air. You felt the burning in your lungs. You were sure you would die.
You were punching and kicking him as hard as you could, but he used his powers to still your body. He left you defenseless.
You could feel death coming when all of a sudden, Bucky shoved him out of the way. You took large breaths filling your lungs with air.
You owed Bucky your life. It felt like a former life now. You were living the domestic life now. Fighting seemed like centuries ago.
You were brought out of your thoughts by your son calling your name.
“Yeah?” You asked, looking over your shoulder to see him. He was standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
“Can we watch a movie?” He asked you, pouting. It was hard to say no to that face.
“Tomorrow, bub. It’s bed time” you told him, softly. He crossed his arms and walked back to his room. James was your everything.
James’ father left as soon as he found out you were pregnant. It had just been you and James.
You heard a knock at the front door. You weren’t expecting anyone. You furrowed your brows and looked over at the clock. It was 9pm.
You walked over to the door and opened it. You saw Bucky standing there, with a nervous smile on his face.
“Bucky! How are you?” You asked, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tightly. You breathed in his scent, and exhaled.
“I’m good, but I need to ask you a favor” he said, hesitantly. You pulled away and looked into his eyes, trying to judge what kind of favor this was.
“Anything you need” you said, smiling.
You noticed that he was fiddling with his thumbs. You had never seen Bucky this nervous. “Come on, Buck. You can ask me anything” you told him, placing your hands on his shoulder.
“Can I sleep here tonight? A pipe burst at my apartment and they have to do construction on it” he asked you. You quickly nodded your head.
Relief washed over him. “Of course you can. You are welcome here anytime” you said, genuinely. He sighed and pulled you into another quick hug.
“You’re a life saver” he said, sounding relieved.
“UNCLE BUCKY” you heard James yell.
You turned around and saw James running towards you both, dressed in his pajamas. A smile rose on your face.
He ran straight into Bucky’s arms. Bucky grabbed him and picked him up. “Hey champ, how are you doing?” He asked, with a giant smile on his face.
You loved seeing Bucky with James. He was so great with kids, and it never failed to warm your heart.
“I’ve been eating all my vegetables because Mommy says it will make me strong like you” James said, beaming. He looked up to Bucky, he really did.
“Let me see your muscles” Bucky said.
James put his arms up and flexed his muscles. “Woah, look at that” Bucky said, pretending to be in awe.
“Can I hang out with Uncle Bucky, Mommy?” James asked you, pleading. Bucky looked at you with the same puppy eyes.
It was hard to say no to your two favorite boys.
“How about you ask your Uncle Bucky if he can stay for breakfast tomorrow?” You told James, looking towards Bucky for approval.
“Please Uncle Bucky?”
Bucky nodded. “I would love to” he said, smiling.
You could feel your heart flutter. You’d always had a thing for Bucky, a special place in your heart.
You could never tell him that. It was too complicated. He was one of your closest friends, and the closest thing your son had to a father figure. You also didn’t think he would ever have feelings for you.
It would never work out.
“Go brush your teeth, bub. Then you can come say goodnight to Uncle Bucky” you told James. Bucky set him down and he scrambled towards the bathroom.
Bucky followed you into the living room where you both sat down on the couch. You turned sideways to face him. “You know he really looks up to you? You’re his hero. He tells all his friends that his uncle is a superhero” you told him, honestly.
His lips curved to form a smile. “He’s a great kid” he told you. Your heart swelled with pride.
“Yeah, I got lucky” you said, smiling. You looked towards the bathroom where James was brushing his teeth.
Bucky just stared disapprovingly. “Don’t do that” he said, softly.
“What?” You asked, confused.
He rested his hand on your knee. “Don’t tell yourself short. You didn’t get lucky, you are an amazing mother. All of that kid and how amazing he is, came from you” he said, pointing towards your chest.
You smiled shyly. “Thank you, Bucky” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and stroked your hair.
You let yourself relax against his touch. You let yourself pretend that this was your life. You imagined being married to Bucky. You both would cuddle on the couch after putting James to bed.
You were brought out of your daydream when James came running back in the room.
“Goodnight, Uncle Bucky. I love you” James said, pulling Bucky into a hug.
Your heart melted as you watched the duo. Bucky wrapped his arms around James’ much smaller frame. The smiles on both of their faces were priceless.
“I love you too, champ. Sweet dreams” Bucky told him, before pulling away. You grabbed James’ hand and you walked him to his bedroom.
You tucked him into his bed. “I’m really happy Uncle Bucky is here” he told you, smiling up at you. You smiled back.
“I am too, buddy. Now go to sleep, you’ll see him in the morning” you said, leaving and turning off the light.
You walked into the living room and stopped in front of Bucky. You just held your arms out, asking for a hug. He knew exactly what it meant. He chuckled to himself as he stood up. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against him.
You happily wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. “I’m so glad you’re here. We haven’t seen you in forever” you whispered.
“I’m glad I’m here too. I love spending time with you both” he said, happily. You both pulled away.
“Well I would offer to let you have my bed for the night, but I know you would never accept anything other than sleeping on the couch. So, I’ll go get you a blanket and a pillow” you said, leaving the room.
You walked into your bedroom and opened the closet. You grabbed the step ladder and walked up the steps. You reached up on the top shelf, where you kept spare blankets.
As you started to walk back towards Bucky, you heard talking coming from the living room.
You got there and saw Bucky sitting on the couch and James sitting on the floor in front of him. He had a few action figures in his hands.
Bucky looked up to meet your gaze. He chuckled at your shocked expression.
“Well what’s going on here?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.
“I’m showing Uncle Bucky my toys”
You giggled at his simple answer. “But why are you out of bed?” You asked, crossing your arms.
James looked up at you. “You didn’t give me a goodnight kiss” he said.
“Come here you goofball. You can show Uncle Bucky your toys tomorrow. Now go to sleep” you said, pulling James towards you. You planted a kiss on his forehead and handed him his toys.
He walked back to his room. You turned to Bucky and handed him the pillow and blanket. “Thank you” he said, softly.
You gave him a small smile and turned to leave. “Goodnight, Bucky” you said, as you walked towards your bedroom.
He didn’t respond so you turned around. He was sitting there with his arms crossed and he was pretending to pout. “What?” You asked, giggling.
“Why don’t I get a goodnight kiss?” He asked, still pouting.
You felt your heart skip a beat. You jokingly rolled your eyes and walked back over to him. “You’re a pain” you joked.
You cupped his face and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. You could feel your face head up as you did. You went to pull away, but froze still only inches away from his face.
You froze looking into his eyes. He was looking right back at you.
Neither of you said a word, you just stared at each other. The only sound that filled the room was the sound of your breathing. You saw Bucky glance down at your lips, so quickly you thought you imagined it.
You moved your hands so they were lightly cupping his face. Then, you both quickly leaned in and closed the distance.
It was needy, you both needed each other like you needed oxygen. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, so you were completely pressed up against him.
You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck and ran your fingers through his hair. Bucky pulled you closer until you were straddling his lap. He ran his hands up and down your back.
His hips rolled against yours and it brought you back to reality. You quickly jumped off of his lap and backed up. You took a few quick shallows breaths and ran your hands through your hair.
“Oh my god. What did I just do?” You whispered to yourself. You put your head in your hands.
Bucky immediately noticed your nervous disposition. He quickly stood up and walked over to you.
“Hey hey hey. It’s okay” he said, taking your hands into his. You looked at him and tried to take a deep breath.
You couldn’t do it. “What about James?” You asked. Your heart was racing. You couldn’t even focus long enough to take a good breath.
Bucky led you to your bedroom and told you to sit down on your bed. You sat and looked up at him. “What’s freaking you out? You can talk to me” he asked, kneeling in front of you.
“I haven’t dated since I had James. I don’t want him to get attached to a guy who panics and leaves because I have a kid. No guy likes a girl with baggage. I can’t put him through that” you told him, honestly.
Bucky nodded. He interlaced his fingers with yours. “I can promise you one thing. I would never leave you or James. You know I love him, and I don’t think of him as baggage. I really like you, Y/N. If you don’t want to this, I completely understand, but I am really hoping you’ll give me a chance” he said, smiling hopefully up at you.
You thought about it for a second. You could finally have the happy life you had always dreamed of. You were just worried about how it could affect James. You looked down at Bucky and his million dollar smile, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.
“Okay” you said, smiling at him. The smile on his face grew ten times larger. He pulled in for a kiss. It was short and sweet, and he pulled away.
“But I want to take this slow, so we can’t tell James yet” you said. Bucky nodded. He kissed your forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning. Good night” he said, smiling as he left the room.
You couldn’t help but smile like a school girl as you laid in bed that night.
You woke up early the next morning to make breakfast for James. You were making pancakes when you heard movement in the living room. You glanced over and saw Bucky lying on the couch, smiling at you.
“Good morning” you said, smiling back at him. He rolled off the couch and walked into the kitchen.
“Is he up yet?” He whispered to you, and you shook your head no. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple.
You both heard James’ door swing open and Bucky took a step back, leaning against the counter.
“Hey little man” Bucky said, as he walked into the kitchen. James’ eyes lit up as he remembered that Bucky was still here. He hugged Bucky’s legs and you chucked to yourself.
You saw Bucky lean over and pick him up, resting James on his hip.
You could imagine it. Your own little family. It sounded perfect.
You plated some pancakes for James. You handed them to Bucky. “Can you cut these up for him?” You asked him, as you flipped the rest of the pancakes.
Bucky quickly nodded and set James down on the floor. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Bucky cut the pancakes and brought James to the table.
Then, Bucky came back into the kitchen where you had two plates.
Bucky looked over his shoulder and saw James happily eating. “I liked waking up and seeing you” he whispered in your ear. You couldn’t help but smile. You liked waking up and having Bucky there too. “Me too” you whispered, placing a sneaky kiss on his cheek.
“It makes me think about the simple life. With you and James” he said, as he headed to the table with both the plates in his hand. You were smiling like an idiot when you joined your two boys at the table. If life could go on like this forever, you would gladly take it.
Just after James finished eating, there was a knock at the door. You knew it was your neighbor.
James jumped up grabbing his backpack. You walked him to the door and handed him over to the neighbor. Her daughter went to the same daycare as James, so you took turns driving the kids.
You walked back over to the table, and Bucky pulled you into his lap. You sat there and rested your head against his shoulder.
He placed a kiss on your shoulder blade.
“Can I tell you something?” He asked you, softly.
You pulled your head away and nodded. He interlaced his fingers with yours before looking into your eyes. “There was no pipe burst at my apartment” he said, slowly.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Then why did you want to stay over here?” You asked him.
“I’ve been having a lot of nightmares recently and I’ve been struggling. I needed an excuse to see you. You always make the nightmares go away because you make me happy, and you make me feel safe” he told you, honestly. He tried to gauge your reaction.
“You don’t need an excuse to come see me. My door is always open to you. If you ever need anything, just tell me, okay?” You asked him. He nodded and kissed you softly.
You stood up and he kept his hands interlaced with yours. Then, he pulled you over to the couch.
“I didn’t get to cuddle with you last night, so now you owe me” Bucky said, chuckling. You just giggled as he pulled you down next to him on the couch.
There was no place you’d rather be than safely wrapped in Bucky’s arms.
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ragnarachael · 3 months ago
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Between Rounds
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 1,796
Summary: You and Loki are recovering between rounds when you come to a sudden realization.
Author’s Ramblings: thank u Sweat and Soap vol. 1 for giving me this soft as fuck idea. this is all thanks to mini chapter 5.1 because my brain loves Asako and Kotaro SO MUCH??? anywho this is soft. i’m soft. i love loki. 
Warnings: mentions of virginity, soft loki, mentions of sexy times, thigh grinding, makeout sessions, dirty talk (it’s.... it’s loki c’mon team), aftercare!!! slight praise kink, just casual tho
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The two of you were panting as Loki flopped back onto the bed after the condom was disposed of in the trash can near his bed. You were still regaining consciousness from your first orgasm of the night, your face still buried in the pillow as it was during...well. During the act.
Sex. With Loki Laufeyson. Good lord, not something you expected to say.
You joined the TVA to fight for the timelines, not get railed by some hot god that looked like Tom Hiddleston. Though, you have to admit, this was a bonus.
“Are you alright, dove?”
You will yourself to peel some of your face from Loki’s pillow as his hand engulfed your own gently to get your attention.
Once you have one eye on your boyfriend—that’s...that’s still so new, even after how long the two of you have been together—you can’t stop your breath from leaving you again. Even after the mindblowing sex, he’s still somewhat put together. His skin is still lightly glistening from the sweat, his hair curling a bit more from the activities. His eyes were still that same earth-shattering shade of green-blue you can never place as he eyes you with a mix of concern and...lust? Attraction?
“Yeah,” you reply, finally. “I’m..I’m great, Loki.”
“Wasn’t too much, was I?” he follows immediately, not letting any silence fall over the pair of you yet between panting. His long, slender fingers lace between your own before he’s tugging your hand to his lips and pressing them there for a moment. “I know you’re still new to all of this.”
If you had the energy, you would be baffled. Baffled that Loki Laufeyson would be worried about you after the second time the two of you have actually gone to third base. Hell, even when he had convinced you to take his fingers in that meeting he had asked this, you remember.
Your heart was pounding. Not from the adrenaline or the new found lust for the man laying next to you and kissing your hand and forearm sweetly with a fond look.
Love. Definitely, undoubtedly, love.
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clandestineloki · a month ago
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pov: you're not used to a healthy relationship
loki: darling, i need your help.
y/n: yeah, sure, what is it?
loki: how do i block someone?
y/n: huh?
loki: scratch that, how do i block these...
loki: [pointing to three consecutive names in his DMs] ...these girls right here? they're still making advances even if i've already told them that i'm in a relationship.
y/n: uhhhh... you press those three dots there and-
loki: no, better yet, i'll report them. that'll teach them not to mess with a king who already has a queen.
y/n: ...
loki: dar-darling, are you crying?
y/n, full-on sobbing: marry me.
loki: WHAT? i mean, of course, in the near future, hopefully, if you'd like, but that doesn't answer my q-
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becca-e-barnes · 4 months ago
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What if Bucky and the reader are in a relationship and he finds out he’s really into being a pleasure dom and wants to try it with the reader? 👀
Pleasure Dom Bucky, yes please 😩 you just know that mf would take such good care of you after a long stressful week. Honestly, this one took me a hot minute to write because I had to do some research for it lmao, I hope it’s okay!
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 5.6k
Summary: You have a terribly long week at work so Bucky helps you relax
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), PleasureDom!Bucky, sub reader, pet names, praise kink, degradation, size kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, oral (f receiving), somnophilia (done with consent established previously), daddy kink, the dog tags make an appearance, mention of safe words, overstimulation, lil voyeurism (watching yourselves in a mirror), light humiliation
Minors, do not interact
What had started out as a week with very little in your calendar soon turned into an absolute killer. You weren’t quite sure how your time got filled up so quickly, wall to wall meetings scheduled into your diary, leaving you hardly any time to even breathe. The meetings themselves weren’t even the worst part, the worst was knowing that after your work day had officially ended, you had endless catching up to do for your other projects and then all the planning for the meetings the following day. Your sleep was limited, as was Bucky’s. He hated going to bed without you, tossing and turning in the sheets for hours until you eventually gave in and joined him. As the week went on you found yourself only getting more and more stressed. By Friday you were almost ready to lie in bed and not move all weekend, just hoping Monday wouldn’t bring more of the same torture.
When 5pm on Friday rolled around, Bucky was standing waiting at the door to your study, adamant that your laptop would be switched off and hidden from you all weekend, along with your work mobile. You huffed out a little tired laugh, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you surrendered your gadgets, not even wanting to put up a fight, just glad to see the back of such an awful week. Bucky had let you choose a takeout to order from, keen to get some real food in you before making sure you got a good long rest to combat those dark circles forming under your eyes. Within 20 minutes of finishing dinner, your sleepy eyes became too heavy to hold open. Bucky hated seeing you so worn out, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to bed, thankful that you had changed into your pyjamas before the food had arrived so he wouldn’t have to disturb you too much. His heart melted at the sight of you clinging to his thin cotton pyjama top, craving the comfort his body afforded you even when you were sleeping.
But God, waking up the next morning, he was reminded of exactly how much comfort your body afforded him. Your hair was fanned out on the pillow gently, your face looking so relaxed compared to how it had been all week, long eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks in the early morning sunlight. Your little snores were still deep but fuck, the sight of you in only his shirt and a thin pair of panties had him harder than he could’ve believed possible without being touched. Suddenly, the room felt stiflingly hot, his whole body itching to touch you, to make you forget all about that terrible week, fucking all thoughts from your head until you couldn’t think of anything never mind work. He put it down to the fact that he had hardly so much as kissed you goodnight all week, his body going into overdrive from the pent up longing and frustration.
He couldn’t help how he noticed everything about your body this morning, the way your nipples pebbled quickly when he slipped his cool metal hand under your shirt to gently grab at your breasts, doing his very best to contain his satisfaction at the way you tried to lean into his touch. He also didn’t miss how your body responded when he ran one flesh finger over your clothed core, a little groan falling from your parted lips when he added a little extra pressure to your clit. He loved how your body was just so intoxicating, always ready to take him. After a few more teasing glides across your core he pulled your panties to the side, finding your body was reacting to him nicely, wetness beginning to drip from your needy hole. Without thinking, he shuffled down the bed, his tongue poked out, lapping gently at the sweet nectar he had drew from your body. He was so hard now it almost hurt, noticing how even in your sleep, the wetness between your legs only grew. Tiny whimpers fell from your lips as he pressed a metal finger to your entrance, sliding in with ease, tongue lapping gently at your clit.
“So delicious toots, takin’ me so well.” He whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him but still needing to tell you. Your hands grasped at the sheets, fingers gently bunching them, stirring from your sleep but not quite conscious yet. Your walls were fluttering around the single digit, your high not far away.
“Christ, Bucky.” You whined, eyelids flickering open, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room and make sense of the overwhelming sensations between your legs at the same time. “What are you doing?”
“Havin’ a little breakfast babydoll, jus’ let me take care of you. Wanna make you feel good all day, okay? You aren’t leavin’ this bed.” His voice was so low and seductive, lips latching back onto your clit and his finger curling inside you. You could only nod, whining as the pleasure became too much, keening against his face to ride your orgasm out against his tongue. “Tha’s it toots, gimme more. Good girl.” He encouraged, working his finger even faster, prolonging your high for as long as possible. God he got off on this, your needy moans nearly too much for him to handle. But no matter how much precum leaked from his swollen tip, no matter how badly he needed to cum, so long as you were getting off, his pleasure was only an afterthought to him.
“Well good morning to you too.” You huffed out a little laugh as his finger eventually slid out of you.
“Sorry baby, couldn’t resist.” He smirked, wiping his now glistening chin with the back of his flesh hand.
“No complaints here Buck, it was better waking up to that than an inbox full of emails.” You chuckled, stroking his hair lovingly.
“It had better be, if you’d rather have the emails I’d be offended.” He laughed softly stroking the inside of your thigh with his flesh thumb. “But if you talk about work anymore I’ll have to gag you.” His voice was light and teasing.
“Maybe some other time Buck.” You chuckled, running a hand gently through his messy bed head, your high ebbing pleasantly away as your feet hit the plush carpet of your bedroom.
“Ah ah ah toots, what did I tell you? You aren’t leavin’ this bed today. Gotta make you feel good til you can’t think of anything but me.” He reached out, grabbing your legs to pull you back onto the bed, lips latched onto the soft meat of your thighs, fingernails digging into your flesh gently as he kissed you, a fire burning fiercely behind his eyes once more. God he meant it. You really weren’t going to get a minute’s rest today.
“I was thinkin’ babydoll, how many meetings did you have yesterday?” He asked thoughtfully in between sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin of your thighs
“Eight honey, why?” You managed to choke out.
“Wanna give you that many orgasms.” He stated bluntly as if it was the most normal request in the world. You knew very often Bucky got as much pleasure from making you cum as he got from cumming himself but this suggestion was something else. His lips on your thighs felt amazing, the little dusting of stubble burning as his face drifted up the inside of your legs, his eyes never leaving yours
“There’s no way I can handle eight.” You whispered, losing yourself slightly to the pleasure of his mouth on your sensitive skin.
“Course you can little slut, that’s one down, only seven to go. That’ll keep you nice and busy won’t it? By the time I’m done, work will be the last thing on your mind.” He made it sound so easy, so lovely, like it was absolutely manageable, enjoyable even, but you knew better than to dream of gentle orgasms, soft touches and sweet kisses. You knew that when Bucky got into the mindset that everything he did was entirely for your pleasure, it was all about tearing you orgasms from your trembling body in the quickest succession possible, one barely ending before the next began. This was the first time he had ever suggested such an intense session. His kisses got sloppier, his wet mouth making you groan as it connected with you core once more, panties pushed to the side. Fuck, his tongue felt incredible, broad, firm strokes over the entire length of your dripping sex. You pressed your lips together to stifle your noises, your hands sinking into the soft, dark hair on Bucky’s head to pull his face closer to where you needed him most.
“If you’re holdin’ those pretty noises back toots, I’ll add another orgasm on as punishment.” He quipped, mouth creating a seal around your clit before sucking hard to pull the filthiest moan from you he had ever heard. He was in his element, hard and needy and damn near ready to hump the bed beneath him for some relief but determined to absolutely wreck you before he could even think of his own pleasure. Without saying much more, he slid two metal fingers into you, admiring how they slipped in with so little resistance.
“That’s it, oh God you take me so well. Know exactly what your body needs baby, need to be fucked like a whore don’t ya? Gonna make sure you can’t even think straight by the time I’m done with ya.” He was almost growling in between little kitten licks to your clit, fingers plunging in and out of you, rubbing your silky walls perfectly.
“Bucky, more, fuck.” You hissed out, grinding your hips against his hand. The vibrations from the little laugh he let out in response felt amazing.
“God doll, you’re not gonna be begging for more by the time I’m done with you. Gonna have you begging me to stop. But since you were a good girl this week, I’m sure I could play nice for now.” He laughed, lips and tongue crashing against your clit, fingers working faster and his eyes trained on your face as he tore another orgasm from your body. You groaned out, rutting against his face, your juices soaking his fingers and tongue as you rode out your high, panting and whimpering deliciously for him.
“Good girl honey, did so well. Want you to ride me now, yeah? Want that little body on top of me. You just gotta use me to make yourself feel good doll, don’t even worry bout makin’ me cum. Want as many of those pretty moans as you can give me before your legs give out.” His filthy plans had you whimpering, knowing that when your legs turned to jelly from too many orgasms, that didn’t mean you’d be stopping. It just meant he would take over. You did as he asked, hopping up onto your knees while Bucky undressed himself, giving his proud, hard cock a few lazy pumps watching you remove your pyjamas. You positioned yourself above him, his metal hand lined his cock up with your soaked, already abused hole. Sinking down onto his length tore groans from both of you, Bucky’s flesh hand gripping your waist to stop himself from pushing you the whole way down too quickly.
“Tightest fuckin’ pussy, you feel so good for daddy. God kitten, this pussy is so hungry isn’t it? Needs me, I can feel it. You need daddy’s cock to make you feel good? Gonna take such good care of you.” He was losing himself in the feeling of your silky walls gripping him, wetter than he could ever remember you being before. But god, you had six more orgasms ahead of you, how on Earth was he gonna make it if you got any wetter? The thick drag of his bare cock inside you was almost more than you could take as you pulled yourself back up his length again, sinking down quickly until he was entirely seated inside you.
“So so big daddy, I can’t.” You wailed, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy fuelling you to keep going regardless.
“Yes you can angel, doin’ so well for daddy. So tight around me, can hardly move. Nothin’ feels as good as you do. Fuckin’ live to be buried in this little pussy, you know that?” His filthy pants had you rolling your hips faster against him, not really fucking him, more grinding your pelvis against his with his length fully seated inside you. It was such a different sensation to being fucked, it just made you feel endlessly full, the thickness of Bucky’s cock stuffing you, the head nestled deliciously against that sweet spot inside you. Every little grind of your hips had him nudging that spot inside you, making your eyes roll back and your head flop to the side. And Bucky was absolutely obsessed. He couldn’t find it in himself to tear his eyes away from you, not knowing whether he wanted to watch how your breasts jiggled as you moved, watch down at the mess you were making where your bodies were joined or watch the look of sheer pleasure on your face. He loved seeing you take what you needed from him, knowing that he was still in control but letting you use his body to satisfy yourself.
“So deep ‘nside you toots, bet you can feel me in here.” He pressed his metal hand to your lower tummy, the coolness making you gasp. Everything felt like it was too much but the grind alone wasn’t enough to tear your building orgasm from you and of course Bucky knew that.
“Tell me what you need, tell me and I’ll give it to you.” Bucky whispered softly, lips dusting chaste kisses on your shoulders, flesh arm wrapped up your back, helping you move against him.
“Fingers daddy, on my clit.” You pleaded, eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hanging open slightly.
“Magic word toots?” He teased with a little laugh, flesh fingers dancing over your clit torturously.
“Metal ones daddy, please.” Your whine would have been mortifying under any other circumstances but right now, you didn’t care. Bucky raised an eyebrow at your little request, secretly thrilled that you got so much pleasure from his metal digits.
“Filthy girl.” He whispered, replacing his flesh hand with his metal one, rubbing between your bodies in harsh circles. The cool fingers felt even better, the ridges in the unrelenting metal only added to the sensations threatening to consume your body. It didn’t take long for you to feel yourself tightening, Bucky’s movements never even faltering as you hit your peak.
“That’s it, cum for me, good girl, hump Daddy’s big cock. Know how much you need this, know you love daddy fillin’ you up.” His eyes were completely trained on your face, loving how it screwed up in response to the words he mumbled in the quiet, early morning air. Your gasps didn’t stop as your high started to subside, mainly because his fingers didn’t stop. You tried your best to pull away, becoming far too sensitive very quickly but Bucky’s flesh hand on your hip held you in place.
“Want another one out of you before I let you move.” He whispered, fingers only speeding up against your overstimulated bundle of nerves.
“Can’t take it daddy, it’s too much!” You sobbed, face buried into the crook of his neck as your body twitched around him, another peak fast approaching. You knew you could’ve said your safe word if you needed to but deep down you knew you could handle it.
“I know you want it angel, c’mon, stop holdin’ back.” He growled, rubbing you even faster, dragging you screaming into yet another orgasm. You couldn’t help but bite down on his flesh shoulder as you came, your body shuddering, wet nectar dripping out of you and down over his balls.
“Oh fuck, soakin’ me, you know that? Pussy is drippin’ everywhere. Such a wet little slut for daddy, aren’t ya cupcake? Such a good girl.” Bucky’s praise only made your walls flutter even more, pulling a growl from his throat. Before you even got a chance to register what was going on, Bucky had you flipped over, ass in the air, face down on the bed with his cock still inside you.
“Can’t wait anymore toots, need this.” He grunted, fucking into you recklessly. You could’ve screamed from the overstimulation, body trembling, walls still trying to milk Bucky’s thick cock. Again, your last orgasm didn’t even get a chance to ebb away before you were being worked towards another one. Your back arched into the bed of its own accord, letting Bucky fuck deeper into you. Your whimpers mingled with Bucky’s grunts, sounds of skin slapping on skin filling the house.
“Pussy’s still clenchin’ me so tight, you’ve no idea how good you make me feel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky was almost growling, his own need almost entirely taking over, eager to cum so he could get back to focusing on giving you as much pleasure as you could handle.
“Thank daddy for fuckin’ you. Thank me for givin’ you my cock raw like this.” He groaned, fingers drifting between your thighs to play with your swollen bud once more.
God, this was humiliating and you were loving every single second.
“Thank you daddy! Love your cock so much, think about nothing else. Love how you fuck me, love how big it feels, love your cum, just need more daddy please.” Your words were only broken by little gasps, Bucky fucking into you harder than you even thought possible.
“Tha’s it, God yes, takin’ me like a good girl, my best girl. Little pussy so hungry for daddy’s cum. That never changes, does it honey? Should just keep you plugged and full of me all the time. Only thing that could keep your needy cunt happy, isn’t it? Just a little cum whore. Gonna give you a load now baby, okay? Keep that little face pressed to the bed and ass up, want it all drippin’ as deep ‘nside you as it can get. Don’t want a single drop spillin’.” Sometimes you wonder where Bucky possibly learned to talk so dirty but right now you didn’t care, teetering on the brink of a fifth orgasm as you lowered yourself the way he wanted, his cock nudging your cervix in this new position.
“So deep daddy,” you whimpered, muffled slightly by the thick duvet as he pounded into you. His fingers rolling perfectly against your clit was enough to tear you apart, your body shaking, fingers squeezing the sheets as you rode out the electric feeling shooting the whole way through your body. That was all it took to drag Bucky over the edge too, not able to hold back with how your walls were tightening around him, milking every drop of cum into your body.
“So tight toots, can’t even move.” He groaned, stilling his movements to stay pressed right at the deepest point inside you. The warm feeling of his cum exploding into you was almost more than you could handle, knowing every drop had to stay there to keep Bucky happy. His fingers didn’t stop moving against your clit though, tearing as many aftershocks from your over worked body as you could muster.
“Bet there’s so much cum in you now.” He whispered proudly, kissing down your spine despite the thin sheen of sweat, slowly pulling out and humming appreciatively when there wasn’t even the slightest indication of the mess he had made inside you. You felt absolutely boneless, knowing you were over the half way mark but still nowhere near finished yet.
“Three left honey, how ya feeling?” He cooed softly, taking a second to stroke your hair and dote on you. His cock hadn’t softened at all but it rarely ever did after only cumming once during such an intense session.
“Feel good Buck, sensitive.” You whispered, flopping onto the bed with your eyes closed, sucking in deep breaths to steady yourself.
“Think you can take some more for me?” He asked quietly, placing tiny kisses to your shoulders and neck. You could do nothing but hum contentedly, letting him give you as much affection as he wanted.
“Need you to use your words sweetheart. Didn’t make you, dumb already, did I?” He chuckled, making you open your eyes to see that dashing smile
“Want more daddy, I can take it.” You nodded gently, noticing how his smile only widened at your eagerness.
“I’m so in love with you, ya know that?” He beamed, giving you a gentle kiss that was all teeth and tight lips, his smile still so evident on his face. “Won’t mind though if you need to stop. Want you to enjoy this babydoll.”
“No Buck, I can keep going. But we can cuddle afterwards, yeah?” You asked, placing a little tired kiss to his knuckles of his flesh hand.
“Oh honey, when we’re done here, we can do whatever you like. This weekend’s about you, jus’ wanna make you feel good.” He agreed, heart aching at the sight of you looking so beautifully fucked out and still asking him for more.
“Thank you daddy.” You smiled lazily, knowing it would get him right back in the mood to fuck you relentlessly through the final three.
Bucky groaned hearing the title fall from your lips again when he was least expecting it, cock bobbing deliciously in agreement.
“Fuck princess, you’re gonna be the death of me you know that?” He laughed, metal hand falling to grip his aching cock. “Jus’ you lie there angel, lemme do the work this time.” You sure weren’t going to argue, pressing your head back on the soft pillows as Bucky positioned you how he wanted you, slotting neatly between your spread thighs. Despite how kinky Bucky was, missionary was still one of his all time favourite positions. It was simple, comfortable, uncomplicated and he loved being able to see your face contort as he takes you apart, not to mention the perfect bounce of your tits when he slams into you. Bucky lined up with your soaked pussy, taking the time to make sure none of his seed from the last round had spilled from your core. Once he was satisfied that it was only your own juices that were coating your thighs, he pressed in, revelling in the gasp you let out.
“So warm and wet babydoll.” He hissed, head thrown back as he set a decent pace, thrusting in and out with his metal hand pressed to your lower tummy. “Swear I can feel myself in here, just so deep ‘nside you, aren’t I?” You couldn’t really believe how your body was still craving him, still needing more even though you were so fucked out already. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to reply, almost every coherent thought having been fucked from your head. The soft clinking of metal had you opening your eyes. But when did you close them? You had no idea, and far less did you care upon seeing Bucky hovering on top of you, his dog tags swinging in front of your face. Somewhere deep inside your brain you registered that he must’ve pulled them from the nightstand when your eyes had been shut but there was something about them that just made the sex that little bit better. He knew how much you loved them too, smirking down at you as he continued his leisurely thrusts.
“Like what you see?” His voice was deep and seductive, close to only being a low rumble. His abs rippled with every push into your tight heat, little grunts slipping past his lips occasionally, a light flush on his cheeks from arousal. What was there to not like about Bucky Barnes? You could only nod, trying to press your hips closer to his pelvis, wanting to pull him deeper than even should have been possible.
“God, you can’t get enough can you? My cock that addictive honey?” He teased, flesh fingers toying with your clit. You cried out quietly at the feeling, not understanding how you could possibly still need more. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you reached up, taking those jingling dog tags in your mouth, lips wrapping neatly around the chain. Bucky thought once more that he might cum then and there, just at the sight of your little pretty mouth enveloping his tags, the metallic taste covering your tongue.
“Need your slutty mouth filled too baby? Should’ve said somethin’, coulda had my fingers ‘nstead. But maybe you couldn’t tell me? Can’t get any words out now, can you? Daddy’s cock knocked all thoughts out of that little head, hm? That’s okay angel, daddy doesn’t need you to think, jus’ need you to cum. Think you can do that for me?” Your legs were shaking but you nodded you head regardless. As Bucky had been talking, he had dialled everything up a notch, fucking you faster, rubbing you in tighter circles, everything just felt incredible, your orgasm so close once more.
“Ah, daddy, please.” You pleaded, absolutely no idea what you were even pleading for anymore other than release. Bucky chuckled lowly from somewhere deep in his chest before giving you what you had begged for, pressing a little harder on your clit, rubbing in the same tights circles, dragging you through a painfully intense orgasm. Your teeth bit down on the hard metal in your mouth, trying to stifle the screams and whines that fell from you as every single vein in your body throbbed, desire washing through you violently. Bucky was completely and utterly obsessed with you, coaching you through your high with the same filthy grunts and promises that you had learned to expect from him.
As your high subsided, Bucky didn’t slow, if anything he just fucked you faster, not chasing his own release yet but loving how you looked like you had been fucked absolutely senseless, eyes rolling back, head crooked to the side, fingernails digging into his flesh, dog tags still in your mouth.
“You’re a fuckin’ picture like this doll, so beautiful for me. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” His thrusts had your tits bouncing back and forth, jiggling even more as you squirmed, trying to move away from him given how painfully overstimulated you were becoming. You screamed and yelled as his fingers picked up speed, slipping around from the insane amount of slick that had dripped from your hole.
“Come on little whore, cum for daddy, give it to me. Silly little slut can’t do anything but cum, can you? So fuckin’ good at it, no thoughts left in that pretty head of yours, daddy fucked them all out didn’t he? Love seein’ you like this, greedy pussy takin’ everything I give it. You’re an angel, you know that? My angel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky’s voice was deep, strangled and needy, working you as fast as he could. Your legs couldn’t hold still as he pounded you, metal hand still pressing on your tummy so you could feel his cock even deeper inside you. It was all too fucking much, that ball of need inside you exploding once more making you scream, thrashing around under his huge body. Your rhythmic squeezing had him groaning, screwing his face up, unable to hide how good it felt.
“Last one princess, you ready?” Bucky asked softly, pulling out to give you a second. Christ, you looked wrecked but in the best way possible. His dog tags slipped from your mouth, spit trailing down your chin that you wiped away with the back of your hand.
“You sure you can take another? Need a colour toots.” Bucky probed gently, stroking your cheek lovingly, pushing your hair away from your sweaty face.
“Green daddy, just one more. I can take it.” You nodded weakly, fawning over the little gentle kiss Bucky pressed to your forehead.
“That’s my good girl.” He soothed. “I’ll make it quick, promise.” With that he hopped off the bed. You couldn’t really find it in yourself to care about why he had got up, taking the time to catch your breath and steady yourself but when he came back empty handed, you couldn’t help but be a little confused.
“Gonna move you toots,” he hummed quietly, shifting you onto your hands and knees at the side of the bed and that’s when you realised what he had been doing. Bucky had pulled one of the wardrobe doors open, specifically the door with the full length mirror, leaving it at an angle so you could see yourself from where you sat on the bed.
“Want you to watch yourself, see how pretty you look when you cum for me.” He groaned, harder than he could ever remember being in his life before. You whimpered even just at the thought, letting him slip inside you then pull your back flush to his chest. His whole body felt like it was surrounding you, probably because it was. His firm chest felt so comforting against you, both of his arms supporting your bare frame, casing you in against him. He pulled your hair out of the way, making sure he was able to kiss your neck and shoulders before beginning to piston his hips, fucking into you at a punishing pace. You were so glad he was holding you up, knowing if he took his arms away, you would be left to crumple onto the sheets. Your moans were so lewd you surprised yourself at how keen you were to just keep taking his cock. You knew you would feel empty without him inside you after such a long session but the emptiness might even be a blessing after this insane amount of stimulation.
“Look at yourself baby, you just came seven times for me and you’re still keen to go again. Still gonna give me ‘nother one. Cause you’re the best girl, aren’t you? So so good for daddy. Jus’ lettin’ me take and take from your body. You feel that mess sweetheart? You’re fuckin’ soaked right down to your knees, toots. All my cum from earlier drippin’ out of you. Don’t worry, got ‘nother nice big load to fill you with. Gotta give my best girl what she needs.” You hadn’t even noticed the sticky wetness between your thighs, the change in position letting it all seep out of you. You whined, high and needy as his fingers ghosted through the wetness, landing on your clit. His movements were smooth and methodical, rubbing you at the exact pace he knew you liked. He didn’t want to drag this out any more and he wasn’t even sure that he could last any longer.
“Cum for me babydoll, one last time. That’s it, good girl, hump daddy’s fingers. Excellent baby, doin’ so well for me, ‘m so proud of you, you know that? So so proud.” You felt your body clench harder than you had even thought possible, a strangled cry being torn from Bucky’s throat, his seed spilling so deep inside you.
“Ah, holy shit, can’t stop cummin’.” He panted against your neck, your head flung back onto his shoulder as the most intense high of your life took over. Your whole body was alight with pleasure and yet everything still felt so intimate in this position. Your bodies just felt connected in a way that you couldn’t even describe. Maybe you were just delirious with pleasure but it didn’t even really matter, chants of Bucky’s name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your pussy throbbed, aching and abused but not relenting in the slightest, if anything it only clenched harder around Bucky, milking every single drop of cum from him.
You practically collapsed onto the bed together, chests heaving, both spent and sweaty from the most exhausting morning of you life.
“Christ.” You whispered with a little content laugh, words not even connecting in your brain to form a coherent sentence.
“I agree.” Bucky laughed softly, pulling you practically on top of him, needing to feel you close and take care of you. “How ya feelin’?” He asked quietly, kissing your forehead and playing with your hair, being as delicate with you as possible.
“ ‘m good.” You hummed, giving him a little nod, taking in all the adoration he was offering.
“How bout a little nap, hm? You’re exhausted sweet pea. Then I’ll make us some lunch, yeah?” Bucky suggested, losing his mind when you snuggled yourself even closer to his body. You could only nod and give him a little smile, his fingers carding through your hair ever so gently. The hammering in Bucky’s chest was returning to a more natural thud, comforting you even more, your eyes closing of their own accord.
“My best girl.” He whispered, pressing more gentle kisses to your fragile body, little compliments and praises breaking the silence, lulling you into the best sleep of your life.
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just-some-random-blogger · 2 months ago
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White Bread
Chris Evans x Actress!Reader Summary: Literally all the evidence suggests you and Chris are together, just give up. "No (:" -you Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Fluff, i still used Y/N grrrrrrrrr, actress au, crack fic lol, etc.
A/N: So this is kind of like a part 2 to 'Dude She's Just Not Into You' but not really cos you dont need the context of the first one for this ALSO this is not a series, I just felt there was still inspiration from the last fic so like I'm making another one!!! Here's a p3 i guess lol
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I raise a hand and shake my head, "okay, let's get one thing straight. I do not call Chris white bread because of what you may think."
Chris bursts into laughter. The interviewer in front of us chuckles and motions that I continue. I shift in my seat, "one day-"
"Oh my gosh," Chris sighs, knowing where it was going.
"I was eating a sandwich with chocolate spread--"
"It was one time!" he says, pitch rising.
I snap at him, "one time is all it takes, white bread."
"Dear goodness, I regret it everyday."
"You better," I raise my brows, "anyway, he took the sandwich from my hand and ate it in front of me."
"I gave it back! It was a joke."
I scoff and cross my arms, "oh, okay, so I'm just a joke to you?"
Chris sighs and shakes his head, "mom, I wanna go home."
"Well too darn bad!"
TWITTER-VERSE
@cornspice: okay hear me out. if water is a liquid but can turn into solid and gas, chris evans and y/f/n HAVE to be dating @chrisevansdailykrr: Chris and Y/N where spotted walking holding hands. [image attatched] @y/f/nsource: [replying to @chrisevansdailykrr] yes but y/n be doing that to everyone rip @y/ny/nily: [replying to @y/f/nsource] sadly yes, bruv aint special 💔 @marrymeplzy/n: IM GOING FERAL @ChrisEvans JUST WENT ON A DATE WITH Y/N IN A PARK HOLDING HANDS N SAME COLORED TOPS F- @marvelsloot: Okay. So. Chris. And. Y/N. Are. Just. Randomly. Saying. They. Are. Dating. ?. What. About. My. Mental. Health. ? @muricasass: [replying to @marvelsloot] LITERALLY THEY JUST SAY FINE WERE DATING UH WHAT MAAM @buckysthiqthighs: [replying to @marvelsloot] IT HURTS CAUSE I CANT TELL IF THEYRE SARCASTIC OR NOT @wankanda4evah: [replying to @buckysthiqthighs] This is what we get for stanning sarcastic actors 😭
5 minute TMZ video of paparazzi following Chris and Y/N captioned: "We're just friends," yeah right.
One of the guys in the TMZ office explains to their boss, "we found Chris Evans and Y/F/N walking around," the room gets excited, the dude does jazz hands and makes a face, "holding hands, eating ice cream, y'know things friends would do."
One of the girls sat down looks to that man who was speaking, "that's a lot of bullshit."
"Right?" one chimes in.
Another points out, "they even confirmed they were dating in one interview--"
Cut to the narrator explaining that "they're so darn sarcastic, it's hard to say if they were serious or not."
Back to one of the girls, "I think they're actually dating and sarcastically confirmed it to throw people off."
There is a unison of agreement.
Then flashes the actual clip of Chris and Y/N walking around and the TMZ paps meeting them halfway.
The scene is set in a park. I was wearing a cute little baby blue sundress and Chris was looking like a trust fund college frat dude in his khakis. There's an ice cream stand nearby.
"How you guys doing?" one of the paps ask, meriting no response.
The grip I had on Chris' hand tightens as I tug on him. He turns to me and I give him a soft smile, which is honestly more like showing him my teeth, "I wan' ice cream."
"Ice cream?" he repeats then say, "okay."
I break into a smile and do a small hop because of this.
Cut back to the guy in the office, explaining, "when I tell you Y/N is so darn adorable--"
"Yeah, she is."
"--how could he not date her?"
"For real, mans was whipped for her."
Back to the ice cream truck.
I turn to Chris, "I want vanilla."
He does not reply and only pulls out his wallet. He then turns to me and gruffs, "tell that to the guy sellin' the ice cream, doll."
I turn to the said man and raise a finger, "one vanilla, and..." I turn to Chris and ask, "strawberry for you?"
He nods.
The paparazzi asks, "do you two do this often?"
We ignore it but I decide to answer when he clarifies with, "buy ice cream and hold hands?"
I turn to the guy, "if we were friends, I'd do it with you to."
Chris chuckles.
The one holding the camera then asks, "aye, I'm free on Friday, I'm down to chill."
No one gets to answer him because the ice cream man asks for a picture.
20+ mins of Y/F/N talking about her domestic life with Chris Evans
There's an intro of the video:
Hello. I have compiled some of the moments where y/n and chris just weren't slick and basically exposed themselves to the world. Is it far fetched, maybe, but look at this photo [image of Chris looking at each other in the middle of a press photo op] and look me dead in the eye and tell me im wrong oh wait you cant bitch
Chris and I are sitting next to each other. The interviewer asks, "when you're not working, how do you two unwind."
I think for a moment, "I loosen the screws in his head, then I probably make pancakes."
Chris suddenly comes to life, "oh, she makes good pancakes."
---CUT TO---
A clip of one of my solo interviews.
I am read one of the questions, "what is your happy place?"
My eyes widen and I sigh, "dang, that's like a really deep question." I cross my arms and shake my head, "y'know, I'm not going to waste everyone's time trying to answer this properly, so I'm just going to answer the first thing that popped in my head, which is defeating America's favorite white bread in Uno, multiple times."
*A harsh zoom onto y/n's face*
---CUT TO---
It was a long interview and basically it lead to Chris and I talking about ideal types.
"I dunno, I don't really have a type," I say shrugging, then crossing my arms.
Chris purses his lips and nods, "no, I think you have a type."
I turn to him, mildly shocked, "I have a type?"
Chris begins to laugh.
"No, for real, I'm asking. I have no idea if I have a type," I say, which makes him roll his eyes and shake his head. I begin to think, "I- gosh- you know, I watched this thing where they said humans are naturally narcissistic and will go for someone that looks like them, then there was another thing that said, like, if you're attracted to guys, you usually base your standards of your dad and vice versa. I mean, I'm sure this doesn't apply to everyone, but I will say I think guys that are, like, good with kids, patient, and reliable are definitely guys I could categorize as my type. Plus, I am kind of like the mom friend, so..."
Chris turns to me then mutters, "just say you're into dads."
I turn to him, shocked, then burst out, "I COULD SAY THE SAME THING ABOUT YOU!"
"I'M NOT INTO DADS!"
"Oh, but you're a big mama's boy."
He nods and whispers softly, "I am a big mama's boy."
I make a face, "too bad your mom likes me better than you now."
Chris raises a finger, "JUST BECAUSE SHE SAID SHE LIKED YOUR LASAGNA ONCE DOES NOT MEAN ANYTHING."
"She would leave you in the desert for me."
"Noooooo she would nooooooottttt."
---CUT TO---
A puppy interview.
I turn to the crew on set and coo at the puppies running up to me and being all adorable. "You if Chris were here, he'd cry, spontaneously combust then just cease."
I make kissy faces to the dogs, "he might also try to steal all of them and I would help."
TWITTER-VERSE
@mackiesbootie: THIS IS NOT A DRILL. SCOTT JUST POSTED A VIDEO OF CHRIS AND Y/N DANCING WITH THE EVANS NIECES AND NEPHEWS-- @mackiesbootie: YALL SERIOUSLY CANT MAKE ME BELIEVE THEYRE NOT MARRIED AT THIS POINT WTF @chrisevansdailykrr: BITCH [image attatched] @hailhydrax: [replying to @chrisevansdailykrr] @ChrisEvans and Y/N you broke @chrisevansdailykrr, are you satisfied? @Wandas2020vision: [replying to @chrisevansdailykrr] issa mood im dying 👨‍🚀💀 @teaspillzislyf: Chris Evans & Y/F/N are full of shit: a thread @y/ncutebooty: What she says: I'm okay What she means: Chris and Y/N are clearly dating and the only reason why they haven't officially confirmed it is because-- @steverogerswife: yall keep talking sh but just remember y/n has a private account somewhere on twt @poeticb00bs: the fact that y/n knows hers and chris's niche memes is actually kinda scary @steverogerswife: [replying to @poeticb00bs] Evans-Y/L/N is real. Y/N has a private twt. Next question
The said post by scott evans on instagram that made the internet have a meltdown
The caption:
Dont let their size fool you. @ChrisEvans and y/n are about the same age of my nieces and nephews 😂😂
The video is about only 1 minute long. Chris and I were sitting on the carpet in the middle of the Evan's living room. The TV was playing a Barney song but when a kid-favorite started playing, the young ones stood up and starting belting out. This clearly called for a dance break as well.
I picked up Chris' niece and spun her around while we danced. She began to giggle. It was everything
Chris and the other kids began to rip up the dance floor.
And for a moment, Chris and I turn to each other, sharing a laugh. There was nothing said, nothing to say, but still we had a warm, knowing look between us.
Scott, who was filming the whole thing made a, 'oop', sound then ended the video.
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adrinktostopyourthirst · a month ago
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Bucky Barnes | Series | Pride and Privacy
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 |
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader
Warnings: 18+. Smut, fluff and angst.
Plot: Bucky can’t seem to stop crossing lines when it comes to his roommate.
Words: 4,200
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“I want to talk to you about your relationships.”
“What relationships?”
“Exactly.”
Bucky rolls his eyes at her dig and runs his tongue over his top teeth before settling his sight on Raynor again. He knew it was coming, he knew she’d bring it up after he said he didn’t know what romantic feelings are. She had a couples therapy session with him and Sam for God’s sake. Of course she is going to meddle in this.
Bucky straightens his back against the uncomfortable office couch and prepares himself for the inevitable. He can’t deny his slight curiosity towards the subject. It has been proven on multiple occasions that Raynor knows how to pry information out of him that he didn’t even know he had. Maybe, just maybe, can she figure what the hell is wrong with him.
“We talked about your abandonment issues, trust issues and your pride...” She trails off.
“All wonderful reminders. Thank you, doc.”
“-but you also recently mentioned your mother.” She adds and Bucky’s breath gets stuck in his throat. He swallows hard and tenses up. His mind starts reeling and screaming at him, but he can’t figure out whether it is memories, nightmares or just plain old panic. For a second, the only thing he can hear is the loud ringing in his ears combined with his ramming heartbeat.
Dr. Raynor notices his panic and leans over her crossed legs, “James. Deep breaths. Are you alright talking about this?”
He clenches his jaw and immediately knocks himself out of it, putting a stoic expression back on his face and focusing back on the session. She watches him for a minute, pondering whether she should force him to get into his feelings or get on with the session.
“What just happened?”
“Nothing. Keep talking.” He answers, eager to move on.
Dr. Raynor takes a deep breath and reluctantly continues on the topic, “James. What do you remember about your mother?”
When Bucky returns home, he is completely drained. Never has a therapy session taken this much energy from him, not even his first one. Bucky just wants to crawl into bed and sleep for a hundred years.
When he passes you without so much as a look, retreating to his room instantly, worry washes over you. For a few minutes you contemplate whether you should go over and check up on him, or to give him his space.
The constant energy shifts between the two of you are confusing you immensely. One moment he has you pinned to the couch, a breath away from doing God-knows-what to you, the next moment he retreats to his room like he has just moved into your apartment. Where you currently stand, you have no idea.
You decide to let him have his space and lure him to the living room with food. Since autumn is rolling around, you feel like making apple pie. That ought to reel him in. You know for a fact that Bucky is sensitive to smell and the comfort of feeling ‘at home’. You can only hope you have the same perception of home as him, if he even considers anything like home at all.
Cinnamon-scented tea is steaming from the kitchen island and the oven is oozing the scent of warm apples and dough as you clean up the mess you made in the kitchen. Two hours have passed since Bucky came home and hid in his room but finally, his bedroom door creaks open, revealing a dishevelled brunette in a pair of grey sweats and a black t-shirt. You peer up from your spot at the counter and give him an empathetic smile.
He looks sleepy as he shuffles to one of the stools on his bare feet, the soft clanging of his dog tags sounding as he moves. Bucky gently scratches his scruff and then runs his hand through his hair, messing it up even more. You can’t help but notice how comfortable he looks. He looks warm and soft, but sleepy and rough at the same time. He matches the cinnamon-autumn smell that wafts through the apartment perfectly in your opinion.
Bucky smelled the food the minute you started rummaging around in the kitchen. His pride stopped him from walking back in and showing you how vulnerable he felt. Besides, you had actually taught him that sleep works wonders, so he decided to take a nap and hope it would make him feel better. It did.
You quietly slide a small plate with a piece of apple pie over the counter to his spot. You watch him as he takes it and slowly takes a bite, the ingredients melting on his tongue. The food, the smell and the quiet has him weak at the knees. The sight of you sitting opposite to him, reading a book as you sip your tea, almost revives him like his exhausting session with Raynor was merely a dream.
When he finishes his piece, you take the plate and turn around towards the kitchen, cleaning up the plate and refilling your tea. The room is still quiet, both of you filling the silence with your thoughts. You desperately want to talk to Bucky, ask him how he’s doing, but you bite your tongue. He will tell you when he’s ready, you think. However, you can’t stop your brain from perilously looking for an excuse to walk over and hug him to bury your face into his burly chest.
A little lost in thought, your senses slip away from you, not noticing the sound of two bare feet tapping over the wooden floors and towards you.
Two warm hands slide around your waist until Bucky is pressed against your back completely. Warmth engulfs you, releasing a shudder down your spine as Bucky’s arms wrap around your frame completely. The faint smell of apple and cinnamon hits your nostrils as his nose traces up the side of your neck, lips fanning over your skin.
Your senses immediately return to you heightened, almost as much as Bucky’s. Your skin is sensitive to his ministrations as you hear deep and slow breaths coming from the large man behind you, the faint sound of rain drumming on the windows as the apartment darkens under the stormy, grey clouds.
You have stopped breathing completely, your hands numb after dropping to the surface of the kitchen. Bucky’s nose trails up and down your neck, tickling your skin and the back of your ear, your perfume invading Bucky’s senses.
“I want you.” He admits, his voice so low you feel him say it rather than hear it.
Another shudder rolls down your spine when you unanticipatedly feel his lips on your neck. He doesn’t kiss you, but just drags his soft, pillowy lips over your skin, warming it even more. The action makes your hands wrap around his arms around your waist and your eyes droop until they’re closed. You respond with a hum, your body incapable of producing anything else as it screams at you to submit to him completely.
The second Bucky hears the sound rumble through your chest, he fully attaches his lips to your neck, his tongue instantly darting out and accompanying his lips. Slow drags of wet kisses leave pulsations of warmth through your body, straight to your core. It feels like he is pulling you down with him in slow-motion and you can’t do anything but accept your fate.
When he sucks your skin eagerly between his lips, you drop your head back onto his shoulder with a whimper, the pads of your fingers digging slightly into his forearms and making him tighten his hold on you.
“Hmm, make that sound again.” He rumbles and takes your earlobe into his mouth, nibbling softly and once again eliciting a whimper from you.
“Bucky-“ You whisper, no intention of saying anything other than his name. He has you at a loss for words, your vocabulary only containing scattered versions of his name. Completely at a loss just by attaching his mouth to your neck, leaving apple scented kisses in its wake.
His mental arm tightens around your waist, adding a delicious pressure to your stomach as his flesh hand strokes up your neck and grabs at the roots of your hair. Gripping it securely, he moves you around in your trapped space and attaches his forehead against yours.
Bucky is almost panting, his front tightly attached to yours as your hands rest loosely on his chest. Your eyes are hooded and centred on his lips -his puffy, kissable lips. His grip in your hair makes you want to melt into him and it takes all your will-power to stand up on your wobbly legs.
“Bucky, are you okay?” Your breathe out, your eyes finally raising to his and noticing how dark they are, the familiar blue hue almost entirely gone.
“Mhm…” He murmurs and licks his lips, nuzzling his nose with yours as he tries with all his might not to lose his composure. You’re so soft and warm and pouty for him now, it drives him insane.
Bucky gently tugs at your hair and leans in, pressing his lips to your cheek and slowly kissing closer until his lips press against the corner of your mouth, achingly soft. Your eyelids lower completely and your lips part in anticipation, making Bucky almost let out a groan.
After you slipped away from him a couple a days before, he never thought you’d give into him like this. But then again, he can tell you’re not really there. This is your body responding to him blindly, giving in to her desires.
“Bucky…” There it is again, his name on your lips. He feels a twitch in his sweats every time your pretty lips move and drawl out his name. It makes him forget that you’re his sweet roommate and you immediately turn into his guiltiest pleasure.
It makes him want to drop to his knees and feast between your legs until his name is all you know, all you can think of. And then keep going. Lick and suck at you until you’re a blabbering, trembling, whimpering mess.
“Bucky-” The hand in your hair slides forward and a thumb presses against your lips to shut you up.
“Baby, stop.” He pants “Stop saying my name. ‘Can’t take it.”
Your eyes open up and you look up at him, awaiting his next move and waiting to see if you have to call out his name once more to get what your body is screaming for. You’ll cross the line and be a complete brat if you have to. You’re addicted. If he dares to call you baby, you’ll say his name as many times as you damn well please.
But that look is enough. Your wide, curious eyes peering up at him, you completely at his mercy, is his ending. His hand grips into your hair again and he drags your head up to his, slotting his lips over your open mouth.
Satisfaction washes over you and you moan into his mouth, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. Bucky swears that your moan is the sexiest thing he’s ever heard and swallows it hungrily. His tongue slides over yours as he holds you impossibly close, both of you devouring each other completely.
Bucky tastes sweet like cinnamon and the kiss is warm, slow and needy. Bucky hums into your mouth as he laps at your lips, both of your breathing getting more shallow.
One of his legs finds its way between yours and Bucky maneuvers his muscular thigh up against you, making you buck down into the pressure instantly. It causes him to straighten his leg and trap you against the kitchen again, his thigh securely against your throbbing core.
You let out a whine when his grip on your hair tightens, feeling his left hand dig in the left side of your rib cage from holding you so closely. The slight pain of his grip and the counter digging in your lower back adds to the pleasure of Bucky. Everything he gives you.
His languid and desperate kisses make you breathless and light-headed, but you’ll risk dying for it. It’s Bucky that pulls away first, dropping his forehead back to yours with a deep sigh. His grip in your hair loosens as his fingers gently massage your scalp, your eyes fluttering open after regaining some of your senses.
Both of you stay quiet as you bask in the intensity of the moment. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying to stop the tingling in your mouth, and he watches the act closely. Your eyes connect simultaneously and you can’t help but smile at him, his soft skin and scruffy beard making him look beyond soft.
“You taste like apple pie.” You almost whisper and his heart swells at your quiet voice.
“It was good.” He speaks, his voice raspy from barely speaking and you have no idea what he’s referring to.
“Just good?” You tease him and a grin splits his hard demeanor.
“Mhm.” He hums and chews his bottom lip, his right hand moving to cup your face and trace his thumb over your bottom lip. His thumb descends over your chin as his eyes travel over every detail of your face, taking you in.
He gets interrupted by his phone going off and he slowly steps backwards, releasing his grip on you and making you feel like you might float up if he isn’t holding you down. His eyes don’t leave you as he grabs his phone and answers it.
“Hello? …Okay …I’m on my way …Be there in 30 minutes.” He ends the call and shoves his phone in his pocket. “Have a mission.”
You nod slowly and the air changes as both of you get hauled back to reality. Bucky opens his mouth to say something, but closes it when he comes up empty. He retreats back to his room where he packs and changes to leave on his mission.
Bucky: Back in a week. (02.00am)
You sigh and lock your phone, returning to gazing at your ceiling as the silence of the apartment rings in your ears. Part of you wants to murder him for doing what he did in the kitchen, only for him to disappear for a week. A week is too much time for your anxiety-ridden brain to ruin you.
You wish the horny side of your brain had taken over when you slipped under your covers. She would’ve gotten you off to the retell of the events from earlier. However, your anxiety brain asserted her dominance by screaming at you that sex was his coping -that he only kissed you because he was struggling.
Right before bed, you texted your manager to give you as many shifts as possible, thinking it could be the perfect distraction while Bucky is gone. This week will be filled with back to back shifts and you’re not complaining.
You sigh once more and turn on your side, pulling your sheets up to your chin and praying that sleep takes over soon.
You let out a giggle at your friend’s crude story, laughs traveling through the apartment at her colourful vocabulary. The kitchen island is scattered with empty bottles and empty food containers.
After working a week of shifts, your colleagues decided you all need an evening of drinking and catching up. Throughout the night, you feel yourself relax more and more, the red wine warming your insides as you curl into the corner of your couch.
Stories of disturbed patients, hot doctors and other shenanigans fill your heart with happiness. All of you are dedicated to your work and every once in a while, you remind yourselves to take it slower and organise a night like this. It helps in the long term.
You’re in the middle of telling a story, being gesticulate as always, when you hear the front door open. Two buff men step in and you immediately recognise them as Bucky and Sam. They look slightly disarranged, so you assume they only got back today and immediately headed here afterwards. They look up to spot the four of you scattered through the living room. Bucky analyses the situation before him as a big smile spreads over Sam’s face.
“Ah! Ladies night!” He bellows and slaps Bucky on his back, “Are we allowed to join?”
Your friends cheer loudly and you smile, nodding. Sam joins you on the couch, your friend offering him a beer as Bucky disappears into the bathroom to get undoubtedly freshened up.
Your gaze gets dragged from the bathroom door when Sam starts talking, charm dripping off him as he tells about his mission to your friends. You listen in admiration, Sam enthusiastically telling his story with maybe a little too much flair. You roll your eyes at his unmissable exaggeration of the story and find yourself impatiently waiting for Bucky to join in as well.
Freshly showered and dressed into another pair of his sweatpants and a white t-shirt, he grabs a beer and takes a seat in the arm chair almost opposite to your spot on the sofa. Sam is still talking, everyone enthralled by his narrative and causing no one to notice the intense eye contact you have with Bucky.
The minute he sat down, his eyes locked with yours and he’s not looking away. His beard is thick and his face is slightly wrinkled from exhaustion, somehow making him appear more attractive than ever. His muscles are bulging through his t-shirt and his dog tags rest gracefully between the pecks of his broad chest.
Bucky looks like he’s undressing you in his mind, his stare on you burning and raising your pulse. You swallow hard as everything around you fades, feeling like the two of you are the only ones in the room.
Bucky had missed you. He couldn’t stop wondering how you were doing, especially after giving into his needs so desperately right before he left. He felt bad for leaving so abruptly, but part of him was grateful to avoid confrontation so gracefully. Dr. Raynor will be anything but proud of him.
“How was your week?” Sam pierces through your thoughts and you swiftly move your attention back to the conversation, trying to ignore Bucky’s burning stare on you that doesn’t seem to be faltering. If anything, his attention on you intensifies. You swallow hard and muster up a smile.
“Busy. Worked the entire week, so we decided we deserve some time off.” You explain to Sam as your friends agree. You’re glad about your friends’ input, because otherwise Sam might notice the instability in your voice. You engage yourself into the conversation as much as possible, stubbornly refusing to pay any more attention to the brooding man in the chair.
At the end of the night, all of you have moved to the couch, Bucky on one side of you and Sam on the other. A thick blanket is draped over your crossed legs as you attentively listen to the discussion Sam is having with your colleagues, joining in every once in a while but mostly enjoying the nice alcoholic buzz. A dark, orange glow is illuminating the room, creating a cosy and warm atmosphere.
You almost fly to the ceiling when cold metal starts tracing the inside of your bare thigh. You freeze to the spot as your drunk brain frantically searches for the source of the feeling. When you peer down, you notice Bucky’s left arm disappearing under your blanket.
The metal warms up to your scorching skin and your goosebumps slowly disappear while you force yourself to focus on the conversation around you. You know for a fact you can’t take a look at Bucky or tell him off without your friends finding out and raising questions.
As Bucky’s hand wraps about your bare thigh, you suddenly realise how high up he is. His pinkie is tracing the hem of your cotton sleeping shorts, granting him easy access. You can’t close your legs without drawing too much attention to yourself, nor can you swipe his hand away. You’re frozen to the spot, praying that Bucky realises that moving his hand might make the blanket move enough for people to notice.
When his metal pinkie hooks into the crotch of your shorts and traces its knuckle against your core, your heart jumps. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you hope Bucky doesn’t notice the fresh gush of wetness dripping from you at the touch.
You decide to move your left leg up slightly to block the view of the movement under the blanket and to reduce Bucky’s access to where you need his touch most. However, Bucky’s finger jabs into your thigh to stop you from closing your legs completely, adding more pressure to your core to make you oblige.
You find yourself once again submitting to him, having no say in the matter whatsoever and realising your body is a traitorous bitch when it comes to Bucky.
When Bucky’s knuckle digs into your clit pointedly, you have to stop yourself from gasping for air, your pussy convulsing around nothing. You can almost hear him smirk when he holds pressure to your clit and starts dragging circles over the bundle of nerves.
You desperately try to focus on the conversation, hoping to put mind over matter and ignore the throbbing between your legs tended to by Bucky. But it becomes significantly more difficult when Bucky decides to change pace, leaving you helpless against his torture.
It gets harder and harder to control your breathing, hoping that taking a sip of your wine will shade away the changes in your body, but it’s a futile attempt. Your breaths are shallow and quick as Bucky progresses in his ministrations, knowing damn well that if he keeps doing this you’ll come.
You don’t know how he manages to suddenly sit so closely without catching anyone’s attention, but you unexpectedly hear his whisper near your ear.
“Don’t you dare fucking come.”
You want to scream at him. Your entire body stiffens trying to follow his orders while at the same time realising this makes it harder to obey to said order.
Your stomach tightens and your chest rises rapidly as you know your climax approaches slowly. Your last piece of common sense knows that coming at the hands of this man will be the best orgasm you’ve ever had and you have no idea how loud you’ll be.
You need him to stop.
Fuck, you need him to stop now!
Nothing can prepare you for the disappointment that washes over you when he actually follows your silent orders. The coil tightening in your stomach loosens at the loss of his touch and leaves you in pain.
You’re about to scowl and scream at him to finish what he started when your friends get up with a groan, announcing they should head home before they collapse on your couch. Bucky pushes himself up and guides your guests out.
Getting up and hugging your friends goodbye, you and Bucky close the door behind them when they walk off. You spin on your heel and give Bucky the nastiest glare you can muster.
“You piece of shit.” You spit at him, fire burning in your eyes.
Bucky visibly stops himself from laughing as he looks at you with an amused glint in his eyes. He hasn’t seen you lose your composure like this before and he thrives off it. He loves it.
He slowly walks over to you and grins down at you, “You seem a little riled up, darling.”
You ignore the alluring nickname and open your mouth to say something, the fiery energy coursing through your bloodstream making you want to yell so many things at him, you short-circuit and stutter helplessly. Bucky’s grin turns to a smirk and he raises his hand to cup your face, caressing your cheek gently.
“What? You wanted me to make you come in front of all your friends?” He patronizes you, pouring gas on the fire and making you grit your teeth harshly.
You open your mouth to say something, anything, but come up short. Shutting your mouth again, you stomp off to your room, throwing the door closed with a loud bang and a quiet promise that he is going to regret this.
“Last session was quite intense. How do you feel?”
“Better.”
“Did you notice a change after the last time we spoke?”
“Yes. Some change…” Bucky drifts off and Dr. Raynor straightens up in her chair.
“How is your living situation?”
“Fun.” Bucky answers, unable to contain his smirk.
“James…” Raynor drifts off with a warning voice.
“What?” He asks, grimacing at her tone.
Bucky knows what her tone means. Raynor is a lot, but definitely not stupid. She knows about his go-to coping skills and she has been waiting for Bucky to screw up with his likable roommate.
She’s probably right, too. He doesn’t know where his need to cross the line comes from, but he is insatiable now. You gave him an inch and he’s taking a mile when it comes to your boundaries. The fact that you are a generally composed person, tempts him to take even more than a mile.
“We talked about your earlier …endeavors with women. Is that a pattern you are repeating with your roommate?” She asks, clearly not beating around the bush and Bucky scolds himself internally for thinking she might be subtle this time around.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, doc.”
“James, I don’t think you realise just how much you are risking by doing this.”
“I’m not doing shit!”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
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