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lokislittlemidgardian · 1 year

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Santa baby

Content - age regression, mob!cg!winterwidow (but not insinuated by the story), sad!reader, mentions of Covid, Christmas, bucky dresses up as Santa, crafting, angst to insane amounts of fluff, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - Christmas Eve/day with your mommy and daddy.

Authors note - Merry Christmas my angels!, I hope you all have spectacular days and that you get all the presents and cuddles you can possibly get, reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy <3

Nothing had really gone right for Christmas this year.

The pandemic ruined everything for you and your family, you had planned Christmas for a few days into the new year after everyone was over their sickness.

But that wasn’t Christmas, it would never be the same.

“Cmon sweetheart, we’ll be together” Nat cooed wiping a few escaped tears away from your cheekbones.

“But not the same” you whimpered burying your face in her chest “hey now, I know it’s not the same buttercup but at least we’ll be together” bucky whispered picking you up and lightly bouncing you in his arms.

“Promise?” “We promise baby” the two of them whispered “how about we get your mind off it hey?, do you wanna make something?” “Christmas cards?” “Okay angel we can make Christmas cards!, who do you wanna make them for” Natasha cheered excitedly grabbing some supplies from your crafting table.

“For auntie Wanda, uncle vision, uncle tony, auntie pepper, auntie carol, uncle steve, uncle Bruce-“ “okay so we wanna make them for everyone don’t we princess?” Bucky chuckled laying out the pipe cleaners and glitter glue.

“Yes!” You exclaimed giggly taking in the joy from the crafting supplies.

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By the end of the night you had fallen asleep while adding the finishing touches to your auntie Maria’s Christmas card.

“Nat” bucky whispered signalling down at you to his wife “oh sweetheart” she chuckled stroking your cheek “you put her down I’ll finish Maria’s card” she whispered gently placing a kiss to you and Buckys nose.

“Okay, cmon then little one” he sighed out gently taking you in his arms and cradling you to his body.

After walking up the large fight of stairs he opened the oak door to your bedroom and stepped inside.

Taking in your white Christmas tree he chuckled at the sight, of course that was why Natasha had been putting you too bed as of late, she’d bought you your own Christmas tree.

“Oh how could mommy resist” he smiled looking down at your sweet sleeping face.

Pulling back your duvet he gently sat lied you down cooing down at you when you stirred slightly “shh it’s okay angel go back to sleep it’s just daddy”

Placing your blue lamb underneath your right arm he placed a kiss to the top of your nose before getting up

“sweet dreams little one, I love you”

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“Natasha do I really have to do this babe?” bucky chuckled taking off his grey shirt and picking up the red costume.

“Yes you do, besides you look incredibly handsome” she laughed heartily placing a kiss to his lips “why thank you, how about now?” He said securing the long white beard against his chin.

Letting out a long wheeze she brought her hands to the side of his face “just as handsome as the day I met you”

Giving Bucky the brown bag she made sure the presents were secure before helping him drape the bag over his shoulder.

“Alright remember the plan, hang on where’s alpine?” She sighed “over there I’ll go get her” bucky said running over to the white fluffy cat.

Picking her up Natasha secured the antlers to her furry head “now alpine you remember the plan yes?” She questioned the little animal “meow” “good girl” Nat chuckled watching the two of them disappear down the staircase.

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“Sweetheart quick wake up” you heard Natasha whisper excitedly to you lightly shaking your shoulder.

“Mommy, what time is it?” You said quietly bringing your fists up to gently rub your eyes “its 4 in the morning baby, I know it’s early but I have to show you something, cmon” she said gently helping you out of bed.

Taking hold of your hand she helped the two of you walk down the large staircase always having ahold of your hand.

When you reached the bottom you saw the illuminating light from the Christmas tree lighting up the dark living room.

All of a sudden you saw a man with a bright red suit and a long white beard come from the kitchen

“Santa” you whispered.

“That’s right baby, but we have to be quiet so he doesn’t spot us okay?” “Okay mama”

Watching lightly as he slung down the brown bag off of his shoulder. Watching as he set out neatly wrapped presents underneath the tree “mama he’s eaten the biscuits” you giggled quietly poking Natasha’s arm gently.

“I can see that angel, it’s not really a surprise though is it you made them so delicious” she whispered placing a kiss to your temple.

“But the reindeer hasn’t eaten his carrot yet mama” “oh well give it time princess” Natasha smirked, just as she said that you saw a white flash dance across the living room and roll the carrot off of the place with his nose.

Letting out a gasp you turned to Natasha “that’s a tiny reindeer mama” “it is a tiny reindeer baby girl” she chuckled.

After the presents were all set up you watched as he gathered up his bag and picked up the “baby reindeer”

Turning around he smiled underneath his beard and lightly waved at you before walking back through to the kitchen.

“Okay baby time for bed” Natasha whispered walking you back up the staircase and towards your room “mama Santa’s handsome” you giggled kicking your legs slightly “he is isn’t he angel” your mommy chuckled.

“He looks a bit like daddy doesn’t he?” You whispered playing with the ear of your lamb “he does a bit” she smiled kissing your forehead.

“Okay sweetie get some sleep” she mumbled stroking your head watching your eyes fall gently.

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“Little one, time to wake up” Bucky whispered gently stroking your cheek with his vibranium hand.

When you came to there were snowy footprints on your bamboo floorboards and a long string of ribbon that had been tied to your bedpost and out through the doorway.

“Daddy daddy it’s Christmas!” You cheered excitedly leaping up from your bed and into his arms “it sure is my love” he chuckled placing your soft toy under your arm and making his way out of your bedroom.

“What do you think this ribbons for doll?” He questioned pointing out the gold fabric as he made his way down the stairs.

“I dunno dada” you said in a sing song like voice making his smile warmly at you.

“Good morning my darling” Natasha called out happily stepping over presents and reaching out to lift you from Buckys arms into her own.

“Morning mama” you giggled kicking your feet lightly “did you tell daddy about who we saw last night?” She asked curiously hoping you hadn’t thought it was a dream.

“Oh yeah! Daddy we saw Santa!” You shrieked grinning widely at the two of them “you saw Santa?” He gasped “yeah and a baby reindeer” you giggled remembering the small animal.

“Are they always white when they’re born daddy?” “Umm yes sweetheart” Bucky answered watching Nat contain her laughter at your adorable question.

“Your so lucky that you got to see Santa little one, not many people can say that they have” he said softly looking at your happy little face.

“I know dada I’m so lucky” you smiled climbing up on the sofa next to them.

After a few minutes of cuddles and soft whispering you decided to ask them your favourite question on Christmas.

“Mama, dada?” “Yes little angel?”

“Present time?” You asked innocently looking in between the two of them making them laugh heartily.

“Yes sweetheart presents now, go grab them then” Natasha said gently kissing your temple.

You were such a lucky girl.

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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HIIII❤️ Would you write something with dark!nat and like soft!dark!bucky as caregivers? or like nat is the caregiver but bucky also wants to be a part of their dyanmic but reader doesn't want that so she punishes her and she's very abusive but finally bucky comes in to stop her and she accepts him?💟

Bunny

warnings: dark themes, dark!nat x little!reader, soft!dark bucky x little reader, kindaabusive behaviour from nat, reader passes out, dd/lg + md/lg themes

a/n: okay this has been in my drafts for a while now but i added some stuff to it to kinda fit the request. please reblog, comment, and like to support if you can, i would really appreciate it 🥺🥺❤️

"Stop it! Stop, stop, it hurts! It h-" You were cut off with another blow to your head as you tried to get up from the bed. There were was no use in begging her for mercy because it didn't seem like she was going to show you any. After enduring her torture for about another hour, you finally passed out on the bed. Natasha finally stopped when she noticed you stopped struggling against her. She cupped your delicate face with her hands, roughly pushing it away when she realized you passed out.

Nat walked out of the room and went to downstairs to cool off. She was so angry that you weren't more accepting of Bucky as another caregiver for you. You always loved spending time with him, especially when she first forced brought you to her place. You'd been so scared of her but after talking to Bucky you began to soften up to her, letting her take care of you, taking care of her especially after a hard day, letting her baby you and treat you the way you should be treated. She just wanted to repay him for his kindness. All that he asked was to take care care of you, to be involved in this with her, but you just refused.

Nat heard the front door open, but she remained seated on her chair with a drink in her hand. She knew Bucky was coming over, but she wanted to give him good news, not tell him that you were passed out upstairs with a black eye and bruises all over your body. Bucky sat down next to her, taking the drink from her and putting it down on the table.

"She doesn't want me, does she?"

"I don't know how to convince her. She's passed out upstairs with god knows how many bruises on her body because I thought I could get her to agree..." She groaned, looking down at the ground, ashamed of how she treated you.

"Jesus, Nat...you didn't have to do that, I could've waited a bit longer." He grimaced at the thought of her hurting you.

"Yes, but I don't understand why she said no. She clearly loves having you around, sometimes even more than me." She rolled her eyes, and got up to get herself another drink.

Before Bucky could reply, he heard a loud wailing coming from the bedroom upstairs. He looked over at Nat, who noticed the high-pitched crying as well. She sighed and continued to make her drink, "Why don't you go? I don't think she wants to see me right now..."

Bucky hesitated before making his way upstairs to your bedroom. He quietly opened the door, not wanting to scare you any more. He walked inside and noticed you were on the bed and your naked body was covered with only a sheet while you were bawling your eyes out. He slowly walked over to you, and grimaced at all the marks Natasha had left on your body.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" He whispered as he sat down on the bed to get a proper look at your face.

At first you were startled by his voice, but you still crawled over to him when he held his arms out for you to climb into. He hugged you gently, knowing he had to be careful with all the bruises on your body. He carefully cupped your face and kissed your forehead before letting you go back to resting your head on his shoulders.

"Mommy got real upset with you, didn't she?" He whispered, as she softly sobbed on his shoulder.

She slowly nodded before whispering, "Daddy..."

His brows furrowed when he thought he misheard her. He pulled away from her, making her whimper, "What did you say, love?"

"Daddy, my daddy..." She whispered, blushing and looking away from him.

"Oh, love...yes daddy is here. Daddy is right here, not going anywhere." He smiled, kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly.

#dark!bucky barnes #dark!natasha x reader #dark!natasha romanoff x reader #soft!dark bucky x reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x reader #mommy!nat #natasha x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #soft!dark!natasha

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sokoviansimp · 1 year

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Playdate

✒ Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary : Sam and Bucky take y/n on a playdate to Chuck E. Cheese

✒ Tags and Warnings : fluff? , lmk if I missed any.

✒ Author's Note : This is the first one shot of The Package AU. I’d love to hear ideas or requests for other parts!

✒ Word Count : 2704

✒ Read Time: 13 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

Today was an exciting day, or at least everyone kept saying it would be. Sam and Bucky were taking you to Chuck E. Cheese, you had never been there before. You couldn’t shake the nervous feeling you had about being with Bucky and Sam without Wanda. It’s nothing they did, you were just a bit shy around certain people, especially men; but Wanda was your rock, she made you feel safe. She was someone you felt comfortable hiding behind whenever the situation called for it; without your shield, you were on your own.

Wanda knew you were feeling anxious about the day ahead, but she also knows that it will be good for you to get through moments like this without hiding away. She takes the time to assure you that she’s only a phone call away, but she has a feeling you’ll end up having so much fun that you forget about her anyhow.

“Look at you, all ready to go?”

“Come wif?” You begged with doe eyes, hoping Wanda would change her mind about coming with you three.

“No, malyshka. We talked about this, remember?”

“Pwease?” you continued on softly.

She picked you up and sat you down on the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of you, “what are you so nervous about?”

“I- you won’t be dere” you replied

“Sam and Bucky want to spend time with you, malyshka. I promise you’re going to have so much fun.” she tried to reason as she moved your hair from your face.

“Ok.” You say, not totally convinced. You figure you’re not going to get your way and it’s best to just get it over with.

Wanda walks you down to the common room to meet up with Bucky and Sam. They talk for a little bit about when they think you’ll be back so that Wanda can plan her day. She wanted to do a few errands while Sam and Bucky had you for the day.

“Ready, Y/N?” Bucky exclaimed as he went to pick you up and put you on his shoulders, you let him but didn’t give much of a response. Wanda explained to them both that you were a bit anxious so they knew what to expect. The drive took about 35 minutes; and the whole time Bucky tried to get you to sing along with him to the radio. It took a few tries, but eventually, House Party by Sam Hunt came on and you couldn't help yourself but join in. Sam knew this was a major win for Bucky, so he took a lap throughout the plaza a couple of times so that you two could finish your song before he parked the car in the Chuck E. Cheese parking lot.

“We’re here!” Sam exclaimed excitedly trying to carry over the hype from the song into the good times that lie ahead. Bucky eagerly got out of his seat and headed straight for your door to let you out, “Are you ready, Y/N? I’m so excited, are you excited?!” He said like a little kid getting ready to go into a candy shop. You nodded your head in return, hoping that would be enough. You didn’t know how to feel truthfully, you weren’t sure exactly what stood through the doors but everyone said it would be fun.

The first thing you noticed about the place was that it was immediately much louder than the parking lot. As soon as you walked through the door you could hear bells, games, music, and kids making just about any noise they could. It was a bit overwhelming, you tried to look around to see what the place entailed. Right away, the flashing lights of the games caught your eye.

Soon enough you went through the gate and they stamped each of your forearms with the number 112 in a glow-in-the-dark ink that only showed under their black light. You were hesitant at first, but seeing Bucky and Sam get the stamp and not flinch put you at ease. The metal and the ink were slightly cold to your skin as it was applied but seeing it glow really fascinated you. Moments after walking in, Sam quickly found a table for the 3 of you to settle into. Bucky passed out the menus, “you hungry, y/n?” he says while scanning his laminated parchment.

“Wittle bit” you replied as you began to scan the photos throughout the menu. “Dis’ll be it” you say as if it is all you want and Bucky looks down to see you pointing to an image of chocolate cake, “yea, I bet it would be.” he chuckles back in response, “how about we split a pizza before we go play?” sam offered. “Sounds good to me, what about you, sport?” he asks, waiting for your response. You respond with a nod, “I like pizza,” you confirm and with that, a waiter is over to take your order.

“We can go on the slide?” you wonder aloud to the two boys with you as you watch the other kids having fun coming down the slide.

“We sure can, we’ll start with that after we eat,” Bucky answers you.

You’re not sure exactly how long the food took to come but it didn’t feel like long as you watched all the kids playing around you. You were hesitant to immediately want to try some things as you were content watching the other kids do them while you feel it out. Just watching them have fun was enough for you to be intrigued by the activity as you decide if it's really worth your attention.

Once you finished up your meal, you all made your way to discard your shoes onto the shoe rack so that you could head into the play gym. You hesitated on the first step, not wanting to climb up first. “You first,” You say to the two behind you. Sam, next in line, switches spots with you and agrees to be the guinea pig, “alright, alright. I’ll go first”

After the first few blocks, and bucky guiding your feet to the right spots, you were getting the hang of it. You thought the coolest part was seeing the view from the top of the room. At the top of the enclosed playpen, there was a makeshift car that had a windshield to look out over the entire restaurant and a steering wheel that didn’t really do anything but look and feel fun as you pretend you're driving a car through the air. You sat in the passenger seat with sam and then scooted to the driver seat when Bucky came up.

Sam was the first to make it to the slide since he was the first one to go. When he got down to the bottom, he immediately got in position with his phone camera to take a video of your first time down a slide.

You came down, and then Bucky next. The slide emptied into a large ball pit. It took you a bit of time to get through the balls, luckily Bucky was behind you to help you through. On your way out you grab a light blue one and hold it close to you, wanting to save it forever. There were so many balls in the pit, surely one going with you wouldn’t be missed.

“Wanna go play some games now?” Bucky asked, excited to play air hockey with you.

“Uh sure.” not really caring what you do next as long as it’s fun, and you get to take your new ball.

Once Sam noticed you had the ball over in the gaming area, he immediately said it needed to be brought back to the ball pit. Bucky could see that you were sad but you were well-behaved and didn’t put up a fight with Sam as he took it back to where it belonged. Since Sam was busy returning your ball, Bucky got the first game against you on the air hockey table, not that he would’ve let Sam go first anyway.

Bucky got 2 in on you right off the bat; but once you were able to block a couple of his shots, you got the hang of pelting the puck back and eventually caught back up. In the end, Bucky had you beaten but you played a pretty good game.

The next few hours were spent switching between games and climbing through the playground. Sam quickly had enough of the playground and chose to wait for the two of you at the bottom.

In the meantime, he noticed that some people had started to gather at the tables by the stage. This made him decide to check the showtimes and sure enough, there was one in about 20 minutes so he moved your belongings from the table you currently had to one that was in the other room by the stage.

The next time the two of you came down the slide, he motioned for you to meet him over there for the show. Sam could see some of the parents around him hyping up the show to the kids to try and get them excited, to some it was working, but he couldn’t do that to you in good conscience. To be honest, he didn’t know how you would react to this show, and whether you’d completely vibe with the tunes and animated animals or you’d see them as creepy possessed singing demons. Both were valid.

Luckily, it was the first of the two. The creepy puppetry didn’t phase you one bit as all you saw were cute animals singing catchy tunes. Bucky noticed you dancing in your seat to the beats, so he lifted you onto the floor as he turned his chair toward the stage so you could stand between his legs and dance more fully on the floor in front of him without being in the way of others.

When the show ends, Sam asks you if there is anything else you’d like to do before they leave. After thinking thoroughly through your options, you assured him you were ready when they were.

“WAIT, we have to see what prizes we can get with all these tickets!” Bucky enthusiastically reminded you.

“Prizes?” you wondered. You knew you got tickets for being good at certain games but you had no idea that you could trade them in for prizes.

“Yea! Here, put your shoes on and we’ll go see.” Bucky explained as he handed you your shoes and put his on as well. While the two of you put on your shoes, Sam neatened up the tickets that were strewn across the table so that they would go into the machine easier.

Once your shoes were on and you were ready to go, other than having your jacket on which Sam carried, you all headed over to the ticket counter. Bucky handed you the first set of tickets and guided your hand to the slot; once the ticket was gripped by the machine, it automatically started sucking the rest in as it counted it. The action startled you at first, you don’t know what you were expecting but it wasn't that. Not too long later though, you're memorized by the action and the way the number keeps going up.

Once all the tickets are in the machine, the number at the top read 582. You looked to Bucky to see what it all meant so he explained that anything behind the counter with a number less than that is something you could bring home. You scanned the case and the wall thoroughly, most of the ones on the wall were really high ticket prices but there was one stuffed animal that caught your eye and it was 500 tickets. You knew immediately the blue owl stuffie was the one you wanted.

“OWL!” you pointed to the plush on the wall.

“This one?” The worker grabbed the stuffed animal to confirm your choice. You nodded excitedly in response and hugged it tightly as soon as he handed it over.

As you left the building, you got to put your hand under the black light again to see the 112 light up on all three of your arms to make sure they’re leaving with the right child. You didn’t know the reason behind the stamps but you still found them interesting. On the drive home, you hugged your new owl the whole time. “Do you have a name for your new friend yet?” Bucky turned around to ask you.

You hadn’t thought about that yet, so you took a couple seconds to thing before blurting out, “Hoot”

Soon enough, you and Hoot were sleeping soundly together in the backseat during the ride home. When Sam pulled up to the compound to find you sleeping, he gently unbuckled you from the car and managed to take you inside without disturbing you. Once he had you in his arms you nuzzled further into him to get more comfortable as you continued sleeping.

Wanda was busy cooking dinner when they came in and softy placed you on the couch of the empty common room. At the smell of meat sauce, the two boys quickly made their way to the kitchen. “How’d it go?” Wanda asked as she stirred her pot.

“Oh, we had a great time! I think Y/N had a lot of fun.” Bucky assured her.

“She’s in there sleeping with her new stuffie,” Sam added

“That’s wonderful I’m glad she had a good time. Dinner is almost ready if you two want some.”

Once the food was ready for serving, Wanda dished out two plates to the boys and two plates for her to bring to the common room. You were still sound asleep on the couch as she gently shook you awake to ask if you would like some dinner. As soon as you heard her voice, your eyes shot open. You were so excited to see her and tell her about all the fun you had with Sam and Bucky. “Y/N, sweetie. Are you hungry?”

Instead of responding you attacked her with a hug, “mm we had so much fun, look!” you said showing her your new stuffie.

“Who’s this?” “Hoot” you respond, “Mr Bucky and me played games and den we got dees tickets and wif da tickets I bought dis”

“Oh wow, you must’ve played a lot of games.” Wanda mentioned.

“We did, and- and we went down dis huge swide dat went into a swimming pool full of balls!” “A swimming pool?”

“Yea- well der was no water. I picked out a reawy pwetty ball but Mr Sam said dat it had to stay in da ball pool and I couldn’t keep it. OH! And me and Mr Bucky pwayed hockey in da air table and den we also saw a show wif a bunch of aminals!”

“Sounds like you had lots of fun!” Wanda smiled

“We did” you answered as you took the fork that Wanda handed you. The two of you continued to eat and talk about your day.

Bucky and Sam had finished up their dinner before the two of you, Sam went off to his room to get cleaned up for the night as Bucky headed out to the common room to see you.

“Hey Y/N, I uh- I have something for you” he said as he kneels down to your level.

You turn your attention away from your food to the man kneeling beside you as he pulls something from his jacket. In his hand, he hands you the same color light blue plastic ball from the ball pit. “My ball!” Your eyes lit up when you saw it and you grabbed it immediately.

“Don’t tell Sam,” He whispers as he stands up and you nod in agreeance “Tank you, Mr Bucky!”

Wanda sat there smiling at the exchange as she silently mouthed “Thank you” to Bucky as he stood up and walked away. She wasn’t thanking him for the ball though, she was thanking him for giving you memories that you could look back on and cherish forever.

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Lmk if you ever want to be removed or added <3

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mamazsposts · 9 months

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Heyy Babes

I'm going to be a blog for age regression fics, imagines, headcanons ects. I'm new to age regression but I'm learning fast and becoming an age regressor.

AGE REGRESSING IS NOT A KINK!!!

please send some requests id be more then happy to take some <3

Who i'll write for

Marvel

Little!loki x cg!reader/ daddy!loki x little!reader

Little!bucky barnes x cg!reader/ daddy!bucky x little!reader

Little!Steve x cg!reader/ daddy!Steve x little!reader

Little!stucky x cg!reader/ daddy!stucky x little!reader

Little!Peter Parker x cg!reader

Daddy!Tony Stark x little!reader

Stranger things

Little!Steve x cg!reader/ daddy!Steve x little!reader

Little!eddie x cg!reader/ daddy!eddie x little!reader

Mommy!robin x little!reader

Harry potter:

Little!draco x cg!reader/ daddy!Draco x little!reader

Obey me shall we date/onemaster to rule them all

little!Lucifer x cg!mc/ daddy!lucifer x little!mc

little!Mammon x cg!mc/ daddy!mammon x little!mc

little!Leviathan x cg!mc

little!Satan x cg!mc/ daddy!Satan x little!mc

little!Asmodeus x cg!mc/ daddy!asmodeus x little!mc

little!Beelzebub x cg!mc/ daddy!beelzebub x little!mc

little!Belphegor x cg!reader/ daddy!belphegor x little!mc

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toldthatdevil · 8 months

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At home for the weekend and bored, anyone wanna send reqs for me to write?

#mommy wanda x little reader #mommy Natasha x little reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #Bucky barnes x little reader #wandanat x reader #winterwidow x reader #agere #toldthatdevil fics

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myfictionaldreams · 10 months

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Accidents Happen // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured?

Requested by: @theatrelove3000 (thank you so much for the message! I hope your eye is doing better and I hope you enjoy this fic)

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hints of winter solider, minor injuries/reader is injured, protectiveness, possessive behaviour, anxiety, pool sex, butt plugs, anal/vaginal sex, double penetration, handjob, multiple orgasms, sir kink, praise kink, size kink, bucky needs a hug, mentions of murder, not beta read

Words: 6.4k

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Making friends whilst being in close connection with the mafia was both easy and difficult. Easy because you meet hundreds of new people every month and difficult because many of them were dangerous and untrustworthy. On the rare occasion, a friendship would be created and even though you were busy nearly every day for the gang, you still attempted to spend time with them.

Especially on special days such as your best friend’s baby's birthday. You’d met Laura Barton through her husband Clint, whom you’d met through Natasha. The two of you instantly bonded over having partners in dangerous jobs and if you ever needed a break, she’d always welcome you to her home with a hot drink ready and the kids running rampant which was a great distraction.

Today, it was her youngest, Nate’s 2nd birthday so you’d spent the afternoon celebrating with cakes and toys with the family. By early evening, you were the only one remaining, finally having time to cuddle with the toddler who was playing with the plastic toy train that you’d bought him as a present.

“What time are you and the boys leaving for the hotel?” Laura asked in between bites of vanilla cake.

Your head flew back to avoid the wild swing of Nate’s tiny arm as he continued to play with the toy, making little noises with his mouth that made you smile. “Um, I think around 7, it’ll only take us half an hour to drive there but I can’t wait! Even though we are going for work, the hotel is stunning, and of course, Steve had to buy the best room, I think we’ve even got our own private pool”.

Laura’s eyebrows raised, letting out a low whistle, “They really do live a life of luxury. If they ever want to treat Clint and me to a weekend away any time soon I’d be forever in their debt”.

You laughed at your friend, “I’ll see what I can do”. Turning to look at Nate and poking the tip of his nose, “Do you think mommy deserves a trip away?” As you asked, you made the grave mistake of not watching his arm and there's one thing about toddlers, it was that they were surprisingly strong as he swung the train toy and accidentally smacked you in the face with it. “Oof, ok I’m taking that as a no”.

“Shit! Are you ok? Nate be careful”, Laura chastised to her son as she took him into her arms.

“It’s ok, he didn’t mean it, I’m fine”.

“You aren’t fine, you’re bleeding!” Laura was looking at you with wide eyes.

You were still slightly in shock, trying to remain calm to not scare Nate but you couldn’t deny it, your face was throbbing. Excusing yourself, you rushed to the bathroom and glanced into the mirror. “Shit, the boys are going to go crazy”. The toddler had managed to hit you right underneath your eye, the sharp corner had cut the skin and the surrounding area was already swelling and felt tender. Sighing to yourself, you cleaned the bleeding cut, thankfully it wasn’t deep enough for stitches and the bleeding had stopped already but with the location, you knew you’d probably end up with a black eye over the next day or so.

After you finished cleaning up, you spent a couple of minutes contemplating what the fuck you were going to say to Steve and Bucky. There wasn’t any way you’d be able to hide it with makeup and there wasn’t anything they hated more than seeing you hurt and you knew an overreaction was coming your way. Should you call them or tell them in person? At least in person, you could stop them from running off on a vengeance before you could even explain what had happened so decided you’d wait to tell them.

Leaving the bathroom, you found Laura waiting anxiously with the kids all playing in another room. She took one look at your face before mumbling, “Shit. Does this make me number one on the Rogers mafia hit list?” she joked but you knew she was also slightly serious.

Walking closer to your friend, you took her hands and grinned, even though the action hurt your cheek. “Not it doesn’t, it’s absolutely fine, the boys love Nate they’ll forgive him for anything. I should probably go through, face the music now rather than waiting around”.

You called Sam to pick you up and he text you once outside. Giving Laura and the kids a big hug, you reassured her once more that everything would be ok before leaving her house and walking down the path to the parked SUV with Sam in the driving seat. As you saw him, you waved happily, trying to appear as at ease as possible to keep the tension calm.

However, the moment you were close enough for him to notice the injury to your face, his smile dropped, eyebrows frowning as he hastily got out of the car, rushing to you. “Sam it’s fine-”.

“Who did this to you?” he asked urgently, hands cupping your jaw and tilting your face so he could examine your cut closely. Sam’s face was contorted into anger, something rarely displayed by your bodyguard and friend as he usually likes to be sarcastic and funny when around you.

Lifting your hands, you held onto his wrists, trying to pull him away but he held strong having not finished checking your injury. “Nate accidentally hit me with his toy train… A TODDLER hit me Sam so please relax”.

Thankfully he did. The tension in his shoulders eased as well as the frown on his face. Eyes still flicking across the cut, he instructed, “Tell me when it starts to hurt”. Carefully, he pressed his fingers across your face, inching towards the wound and you informed it where it began to be tender, so he knew just had big the injury was and how bruised it was beneath the swelling. It took a couple of minutes before he seemed somewhat at ease about the injury, finally looking away from the injury to look at the rest of your face before the corner of his lip turned up, “so a baby hurt you this much, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, gently pushing against his shoulder, “Yes! He’s stronger than he looks and yes, I am very embarrassed so please never bring it up again”.

Sam laughed as well, placing his arm over your shoulder and turning the two of you back towards the car. “Oh, you know I’m going to bring it up at any opportunity right?”

Rolling your eyes, you climbed into the car, pulling your seatbelt across your front as he did the same in the driver’s seat. “I could just have Steve or Bucky demand you to never bring it up again”, you suggested unseriously.

Sam’s smile faltered as he began to drive the two of you to the office, “I’m assuming you’ve not told either of them yet? Feel like we need to call everyone in to try and keep them both calm, they’re going to go apeshit when they see you”.

Sighing heavily, you had to refrain from wiping your face. “I thought about calling them but I know they wouldn't listen to me after I’ve told them about it so decided it was better to tell them in person. I just hope that it doesn’t ruin our trip away, I mean, maybe they’ll be calm because it was a baby, there will be no need to go on a vengeance tour of Brooklyn”.

Sam looked towards you with an awkward smile and that’s all you needed to see to know that was most likely not going to happen today.

Arriving at the warehouse, you tried to ignore the glances from other gang members when they noticed the cut to your face, a tension quickly building in the atmosphere which only meant your anxiety increased. You tried to smile at everyone to ease the nerves but it didn’t seem to work. It was only as you and Sam walked into the elevator and it was just the two of you did you release a deep, aggravated groan.

“I’m screwed aren’t I”, you say, glancing at Sam as he rolled up his sleeves like he was preparing for a fight.

“You aren’t screwed, I think you’re the only one who is actually safe”, he reminded you as the doors opened to the corridor to Steve’s office. The two of you walked at a slow pace, your head hanging low so that you didn’t see Steve and Bucky’s bodyguard waiting outside of the closed office door.

“Who died?” Natasha joked, seeing the solemn reaction from you both. Your head snapped up to her, about to reassure her that everything was fine but the words floated away as her grin instantly dropped at seeing your cheek. “What happened?” she asked in an authoritative tone, closing the gap with a single step, hands gripping your face much like Sam had.

Trying to keep your voice as steady and as calm as possible, you explained, “Little Nate decided the toy train had better use on my face than in the normal way”.

It took Natasha longer than usual to believe you, only accepting it as she glanced towards Sam who nodded his head and let go of your face. “Well… we’re all in for a long night then”, she joked but this time there was a hint of warning in her tone.

“Don’t say that, you should have seen what it was like downstairs”. You took a deep breath before continuing, “It’s going to be absolutely fine. I’m going to walk in there, explain to them that a toddler hit me in the face, let them have a little freakout and then we are all going to remain calm and continue with our trip away and it’s all going to be fine”. Niehter Sam or Natasha seemed convinced so you sighed once more, chewing on your bottom lip with nerves. Shaking your head, you rolled your shoulders to try and look as unbothered as possible, “I need to get this over and done with. If either of them leaves, could you follow them please and make sure they don’t do anything stupid”.

“We can try our best, boss lady”, Sam responded for the two of them, walking towards the office door and holding it open for you.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into Steve’s office, seeing both of them sitting at the large oak desk that was positioned in the centre of the room, laptops in front of them, face set with concentration. As your mouth opened to announce your arrival and quickly explain what had happened before they could freak, Steve’s eyes had already glanced away from his screen.

“What the fuck!” he growled, standing with such force his seat toppled over as he stormed towards you. “Who did this to you? What happened?” Steve was in front of you within half a second, his hands cupping your face, eyes full of a whirlwind of seething anger, worry and concern.

“Please don’t freak out, it’s absolutely fine, it was just an accident”, you managed to say as your face was turned in different directions by Steve as if the size of the cut would change but it remained the same. As Steve finished his inspection, Bucky was right there over his shoulder, eyes full of fury as he too checked the cut but then continued further past just your face.

“Accident or not, I’m fucking killing someone”, Bucky barked, lifting your arms and searching for any more injuries and it was only as he lifted the front of your shirt did you push his hands away and take a step back.

“Both of you just wait, please. Absolutely no killing is happening because it was done by a two-year-old” you emphasised, not sure if they were even listening as they crowded around you. Placing a hand on either of their chests, you tried not to concentrate on the pounding of both of their hearts beneath your palms as you explained. “I was sitting with Nate, he was playing with his toy train that he loves by the way. I happened to get too close and didn’t see him swinging the toy and it caught me across the face and let me tell you, that boy is strong!”

You grinned to show the humour, looking between Steve and Bucky, waiting for any sort of reaction from them. Both sets of ocean-blue eyes were flicking from your mouth to your injury and just as you were able to explain again to them, it was Steve who moved first by cupping your jaw with his hand, this time it felt more comforting rather than him assessing you.

“Right let me just make sure I’m understanding this, Nate hit you in the face with the toy that you bought him and caused this much damage?”, he tilted your chin as he finished his sentence to show off your injury more.

“Yes that is exactly what happened. You can check with Sam if you want. Nate is a lot stronger than you’d expect someone so small to be”.

Steve nodded whilst taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down but his heart was still pounding under your hand. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead, showing his understanding of the situation. “How does it feel? Does it hurt?” he questioned, his blonde eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

“It feels tender and bruised but only when I touch it and I can see the swelling out of the corner of my eye but otherwise it’s fine. I’ve had worse that’s for sure”, you tried to once again defuse the tension with a little joke but all it caused was Bucky’s jaw to tighten.

Steve noticed too and suggested, “Why don’t you go and wait by the car baby, we just need to wrap up everything here and we can start heading to the hotel

It was a simple idea but put you on edge with worry as Bucky had yet to say anything or snap out of the protective trance. Instead of arguing with Steve, you nodded, knowing that Steve could handle Bucky when he was like this and it was best to leave the two of them to it.

Stepping out of the office, you released a long heavy breath, now facing Natasha and Sam who were waiting in a stance like they were ready to tackle someone but relaxed seeing that it was you. Glancing over your shoulder, they were surprised when no one else followed after you. “Everything ok, Sugar?” Natasha questioned uncertainly.

“I’m not entirely sure. I think Steve’s ok but Bucky… he didn’t say a word to me. I think they’re having a talk so I’ve been sent to the car like a naughty child”. Sam chuckled, finally stepping forward and holding his elbow out for you to take.

“Well let then me escort you to the car m’lady”, he mocked and managed to pull a smile to your lips as you accepted.

It took nearly 45 minutes for them to finish whatever talk that needed to happen, and you’d hoped that Bucky would rush to the car but it was quite the opposite. He inclined for Sam to get out of the car and they spoke out of sight.

Sam wouldn’t be coming with you to the hotel, it was just supposed to be you and the boys so you waved to him in farewell as he climbed out of the car. Steve then slide in next to you, closing the gap in the middle so his body brushed against yours as you blinked up at him with a worried expression. Once again, his hand slide along your jaw as he kissed your temple. “You know I hate seeing you hurt”, he admitted against your skin before pulling back and looking at you with an apologetic gaze.

“I understand that, but that doesn’t mean you have to shut me out”, you countered, lifting your hand to stroke along his stubbled cheek.

“It doesn’t”, he contemplates. “But, I also don’t want you to see me in this state, the things going through my mind when I saw your face, I was just about ready to kill everyone in this building to find out what happened. No one hurts what’s mine”.

Your heart was thumping hard in your chest at his passionate declaration. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to push me away. I know you don’t want to see me hurt but accidents happen and if there was something wrong, you know I would call you immediately”.

Steve’s eyes softened, “Yes I know that now but, it doesn’t stop the panic that I feel when I see you’re hurt”.

Shifting even closer so that you could kiss his cheek, you continued, “I’m sorry for scaring you, it’s hard to tell you when these things happen, I don’t know whether I should call to prewarn or wait to see you in person”.

Steve’s lips lowered to yours, giving you a quick kiss to your lips, “We’ll figure it out”.

“What about Bucky?” you asked nervously.

“Buck might need a little more time, he’s still struggling to process his emotions”.

This did little to ease your anxiety, especially as the said man got into the driver's seat and didn’t say a single word to you, only glancing at you from the rearview mirror for a moment before beginning the drive to the hotel.

Steve easily managed to fill the silence with natural conversations which did little to distract you from the nerves of Bucky not talking. Even when the three of you arrived at the hotel and were shown to the penthouse where you’d be staying, Bucky didn’t say a word. After a quick tour of the breathtakingly beautiful surroundings which included a kitchen, living room area and pool that overlooked the city, you decided to go and freshen up.

After returning in a flowing dress that felt more comfortable than the jeans and shirt, you looked for the boys but only found Steve who was leaning against the kitchen island, staring at a spot in deep thought. “Steve?” this snapped him out of his trance as he instantly looked at you, standing to his full height. “Where’s Bucky?” you continued to look around but didn’t see him and by the look on Steve’s face, you knew you wouldn’t find him. “Where is he?”

“He said he needed a moment so has gone to the bar a few floors below”. Your shoulders dropped hearing this, feeling awful that he was struggling so much. “He’ll be ok sweetheart, he just has his own demons that he’s trying to fight with at the moment, you know the sort of headspace he gets into when you’re hurt”.

“I know but I haven’t seen him like this for a while, I guess I thought that side of him was over”. Sometimes when Bucky was overtly stressed with work, or needed to protect someone, particularly with regards to work, it was almost like his mind would shut down and someone else would take over. It was hard for him to deal with especially as he tended to get his emotions out violently when like this but as he hasn’t had an outlet today, he felt the need to separate himself from everyone. You knew he would never hurt you, even when he was like this so you asked Steve, “What floor is the bar on?”

Steve walked down with you and you both found him sitting on a stool in front of the bar with a very large glass of dark liquor on the bar in front of him. Steve decided to stay back and let you talk to him considering his talk earlier seemed to have done nothing to help him but reassured if you needed anything just nod.

As you walked towards Bucky, you thought about what you were going to say but your mind seemed to be completely empty of thoughts as you were so anxious you felt nauseous. Stepping next to him, he made no move to look in your direction or acknowledge your arrival and continued to stare forward. Every single muscle in his body was tense, eyes blazing with a look that you hadn’t seen in eyes like he was figuring out a way to murder everybody in the room. Your eyes flicked over his face, noting his jaw was so tense it looked like it was going to break. Unsure whether to touch him or not when he was like this, you said the only words that sprung to mind: “I miss you”.

Bucky’s entire body shifted, all of the tension seemingly melting away like a reset button had been pressed, as his eyes softened their glare as he flicked them to finally look at you. Seeing the change in him and drawing his attention, you reached across him to grip his metal hand, lifting it up to your face and reeling in the recognisable coolness of the metal against your uninjured cheek.

Turning to kiss the metal palm, you repeated, “I miss you Bucky”. There was even further relief when the pad of his thumb stroked across your cheekbone. Your boyfriend doesn't say a word, he didn’t need to as he stood from the stool, towering over you as he wrapped both of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest, his face nuzzling into your neck, taking a deep breath against your skin which seemed to also calm him further.

You hugged him back just as fiercely, eyes squeezing tight as you clung to the back of his shirt, probably crinkling the expensive material but neither of you cared. After a couple of minutes, he finally began to pull back enough that your arms could wind around his neck, pulling him down so you could kiss him passionately, ignoring the ache in your injured cheek from the movement.

His hands clenched around your waist at the kiss until you pulled back but that was only so you could kiss his cheek repeatedly whilst whispering, “I’m so sorry I’ve scared you Bucky, everythings ok I promise but I need you to be here with me and Steve”.

Bucky didn’t say anything at first, his only response was a nod as his body continued to try and calm down from its heightened alertness. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he said with as much passion as possible, “I’m sorry, I love you”.

“I know, it’s ok, I love you too Bucky, now let's go back upstairs and relax for the evening, ok?” he nodded his head in agreement, his hand clasped around yours as you pulled him towards Steve who smiled at the two of you.

In the elevator up to your floor, Steve turned to Bucky and placed a tender hand on the back of his head, pulling him roughly into his side, “It’ll be alright Buck”, he spoke tenderly into his ear before kissing him on the side of his head. The sight had your chest warming at the intimate show of support from the mafia leader but your thoughts didn’t dwell as the elevator dinged to indicate arrival to the penthouse.

The three of you opened a bottle of champagne and watched the sunset over the city before you decided that it was time for the pool and needed a moment to get ready. As you stood in the bathroom, you decided to continue with the plan that you’d had since you knew you were coming here. Of course, when travelling anywhere, especially somewhere this beautiful, you would want to be intimate with them both and you were hoping to take them both at the same time. So, you had decided to prep yourself a little bit with the use of your favourite butt plug and then when the three of you were ready, they could simply take it out and save the time of prepping.

It took a few minutes to work inside of you but you were happy to see the jewel gleaming from within your arse cheeks and then continued to dress into your swimsuit. You looked somewhat ridiculous with the stunning swimsuit and swollen cut to the face but it would have to do as you finally exited the bathroom.

Bucky turned to you first, hearing your footsteps as you approached the edge of the water but it was his raised eyebrow and deadpan expression that had you faltering. “What?” you asked, looking down at yourself and wondering what was out of place.

“Doll, seriously? We have our own private pool and you still think to change into a swimsuit?” Your cheeks warmed at the realisation that both Steve and Bucky were completely nude in the water and with a small smile, began to remove your own swimsuit which captivated Steve and Bucky’s attention, especially as you revealed your breasts.

As the material gathered at your waist, you turned on the spot so they were looking at your back, you bent forward to fully remove the outfit but it also gave them the perfect view of your arse with the butt plug on display.

“Fuck”, Steve cursed under his breath as he moved towards the stairs just as you began to walk over, holding out his hand for you to take and carefully descend into the water, being careful not to splash your face too much in the process. The water was the perfect warm temperature and it felt so relaxing to be almost weightless as Steve pulled you easily through the water you couldn’t reach the floor like he could, until you were near the edge, looking out over the city with Bucky on the other side of you.

The three of you huddled close together, your arms holding onto the edge of the pool, enjoying the ambience and serene moment of blissful quiet. However, Bucky couldn’t keep himself restrained for long as his hours of not seeing or touching you were beginning to get to him. Sliding behind you, his arms crowding you closer to the pool edge, his lips kissed delicately below your ear, moving south down your neck and to your shoulder. You tilted your head to the side to give him more room, releasing a soft breath at the tingling sensations his lips were causing, especially as his stubble brushed against your skin.

“You’re so beautiful”, Steve admired from beside you, his words making your cheeks flush with warmth at the compliment.

“Even with a black eye”, Bucky joked from where he was kissing the top of your back. You let out a shocked laugh, attempting to elbow him in the ribs but he easily held your arm away as he chuckled. The noise and joke were welcomed from him though to know he had calmed down enough from the initial shock of seeing you injured. “Could I make one request for tonight?” Bucky enquired, returning to kiss the pulse point on your neck.

“Yes?” you asked, already sounding a little breathless as you lazily moved your legs through the water, still holding your weight up by holding onto the edge.

“Don’t hold your noises in tonight, even though we are outside, I want this whole damn city to hear you”, Bucky grunted as he thrust his hips against your lower back, making you feel his considerably hard cock. Once again, your body warmed thoroughly at the thought of those a few floors below potentially hearing through their open windows but that also turned you on, knowing people could hear how much your boyfriends were making you feel good.

Nodding your head in answer, Bucky’s hands began to graze over your stomach under the water, stroking near your hip where you had a particularly sensitive spot that had you shivering and leaning further into him.

Steve’s hand cradled your chin, turning your face towards him where he began to kiss you desperately, his tongue immediately teasing the seam of your mouth to gain access that you granted instantly. You moaned as his warm muscle twisted with yours, loving the dominance of the kiss as he easily stood over you in the pool with his tall stature.

Bucky’s metal fingers then began to do their own exploration as they travelled between your legs, first stroking over your pussy lips, giving you a little warning for his next movement before he pressed more firmly until he was rubbing your clit. He moved in slow circles, and your hips jerked at the action, more moans rumbling from the back of your throat and into Steve’s mouth.

The blonde man pulled back first, breathing heavily as he instructed, “What I want you to do is take Bucky and after you cum, we’re going to fuck you at the same time, understand?”

“Yes, sir”, you automatically responded, your arousal aching in your core.

“Good girl”, Bucky praised as he shifted his position but continued to play with your clit as he moved. His lower half moved further beneath you so your body was moved a little out of the water, revealing your breasts to the cool air as you balanced on his body. The tip of his cock nudged against his fingers at the apex of your thighs, and with a flick of his hips, it moved to your hole. Even though you were in the water, he still took his time, being careful to not move too quickly as he stretched your cunt. Each inch that moved in had you gasping and moaning, grabbing tightly onto Steve’s arm that shot out to support your body from toppling forward. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well, Doll”, Bucky continued to encourage you as soon his hips were flush against yours which meant that he subtly pressed against the plug in your arse which only added to the heightened pleasure.

“Feels so good Bucky”, you say, closing your eyes for a moment to try and savour the feelings but then they snapped open as Steve began to squeeze your nipples. Your back arched into the touch, loving the twists and pulls he was doing to them that sent shivers straight to your centre which only meant that you kept clenching around Bucky.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky finally began to move, slowing his fingers at your clit to match the pace of his thrusting. Each snap of his hips would cause the plug to be pushed and even his cock within your pussy was brushing against it, you already felt so full and you only had one cock in you. The motions increased as Bucky nuzzled into the back of your neck, the water surrounding the three of you splashing over the edge.

As you got used to the position and pleasure that was being pounded throughout your body, you felt aware enough to reach into the water and grip Steve’s throbbing shaft. It floated in the water and you could feel it bob at your touch as well as Steve’s very audible gasp. He always did love it when you pleasured him so even though Bucky’s cock and fingers were very distracting, you attempted to try and also make Steve feel as good as you felt.

“Fuck, I love the feeling of your hands on me baby”, Steve grunted, thrusting into your palm as you squeezed harder, moving up and down the shaft in time with Bucky’s cock. Steve’s eyes closed, head tipping back as he fell into the pleasure, but his hands never stopped with both supporting your upper half and squeezing your breasts whilst tweaking the nipples.

Bucky moved faster now, feeling your pussy clenching harder around him, his fingers swiping back and forth in firm motions. You didn’t even need to tell him that you were going to cum, from the feeling around his cock and the sweet moans escaping your mouth, he knew you were close. He fucked you harder which meant your hand moved faster up Steve’s shaft.

“Oh-God, yes!”, you chanted, eyes closed as you squeezed Steve’s cock hard as the pleasure took over you, Bucky not stopping his thrusts as you came, extending the length of your orgasm as he continued. All until Steve quickly cursed and grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from him did your pussy stop fluttering as you looked at him in worry. “Did I hurt you?” you asked, realising that you were probably squeezing too hard.

Steve chuckled, a light pink shade tinging his cheeks as he shook his head, “No baby, you were going to make me cum if you carried on like that”.

“Oh”, was all you managed to say as you felt proud of yourself for making him nearly cum so quickly.

Bucky laughed under his breath at your reaction, kissing the back of your head before easing his cock out and wrapping his arm around your waist so he could move you further away from the wall, giving Steve room to move in front of you. Both of your hands moved to his muscular shoulders, holding on as Steve pulled both of your legs around his waist, the waterline now at your navel.

Bucky's warm hand massaged one of your arse cheeks as he instructed, “Relax for me, Sweetheart”. You made sure to ease all of your muscles down as he gripped onto the butt plug and began to slowly pull it out. You gasped loudly at the feeling of your hole stretching around the toy before relief as it moved past the thickest part.

Bucky dropped the plug, declaring that he’d retrieve it from the bottom of the pool later and began lining up his cock at your asshole. You mewled into Steve’s shoulder as you felt the thick tip breaching your hole, the stretch was just as intense as the other hole but he moved slower this time, making sure not to hurt you.

“You’re so tight, shit”, Bucky groaned as you took his length, his hands flexing against your hips as you tried to adjust to him. After a long moment, you nodded your head against Steve and felt him moving his hips, the tip of his cock now penetrating your cunt, slowly but from the fucking by Bucky, it didn’t take you as long to adjust.

As they both were fully inserted into your holes, you let out a desperate moan, feeling so full it was nearly overwhelming. Your thighs were shaking in Steve’s grip around his waist and you wanted to speak to tell them how good it felt but your tongue felt heavy in your mouth so you told them through moans and mewling noises.

Steve moved first, pulling out a few inches before moving back in. Then Bucky copied his action. Both of your boyfriends fucked you, their thick cocks stroking against every single nerve and with the way your legs were wide and spread to be wrapped around Steve, your clit was brushing against his abdomen.

Your head dropped back against Bucky’s shoulder and you had to refrain from hissing as you accidentally brushed the injury of your face against his stubble. However, with the overwhelming pleasure that was being fucked into you, you didn’t vocalise the momentary discomfort and simply turned your face away so it didn’t happen again.

With how much you were being stimulated, it didn’t take you long to orgasm again, your body tightening like a coil around both of their cocks as waves of pleasure pulsed through you.

Bucky let out a deep groan and that was your only warning as he came suddenly, the feeling of your tight ass around his cock was too much for him and he was already so pent up from the day that he couldn’t hold it back anymore. His balls emptied everything within them into your ass, his teeth biting into the junction between your neck and shoulder as he grunted your name over and over until there was no more cum within his body.

You shivered as he pulled out, wishing you had a camera under the water to see the cum seeping out and clouding the water slightly. Bucky’s hands moved to under your thighs, taking them out of Steve’s grip as he took your weight instead so that Steve could fuck you without any restraint.

With your eyes half-lidded, you watched as Steve leaned forward, one hand on your waist and the other on Bucky’s shoulder, using the two of you to help ground him as he continued to fuck your pussy. With the more sturdy position, he was able to fuck you as hard as he could with the water adding some restraint so that he didn’t hurt you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving little crescent-shaped dents in the skin but he enjoyed the sparks of pain that came with it. “I want you to orgasm one more time for me baby, I know you can do it”.

You shouted out in pleasure at his words, hearing the desperation in his tone so you knew he was holding back from cumming because he wanted you to do it one more time. Steve fucked you, hard and fast, water splashing everywhere as Bucky continued to hold onto you tightly.

It didn’t take you long to cum again, especially as Steve dipped his head and began to suck on each of your sensitive nipples. By the time your pussy stopped pulsing around him and you were becoming entirely too overstimulated, Steve finally shouted and stilled his thrusting, his cock throbbing with each spurt of his cum as he filled you up.

The three of you took a couple of minutes to catch your breath and stretch your muscles from being in the squished position. “At least we’re in the water, don’t have as much of a clean up”, you joked as the cum mixed with the pool water. Bucky laughed before ducking into the water and returning with your butt plug.

“For you, hot mama”, he handed over the toy and kissed your cheek before helping you over to the stairs but swiftly picked you up with a steady hand at your back and under your knees. “Please tell me you two are hungry, once we’ve finished drying up, I’m ordering some room service”.

You groaned in a different sort of need from only a few minutes ago, your arms wrapping around his neck, “yes please, I’m starving after all of this activity!”

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Hot Argument | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Fiancé!Bucky Barnes x Fiancée!Female!Reader

Summary -> Bucky and you have an argument, you two let your frustrations out on each other and it gets really hot before you two apologise for the things the two of you said. At least for most of that because Bucky makes sure you know who you belong to.

Warnings -> (E) 18+ Minors DNI, smut, porn with almost no plot, teasing, dirty talk, choking, dom!Bucky, sub!Reader, mention of Mommy kink (just teasing), daddy kink, oral (fem!/male!receiving), deep throat, using the word slut, dumbification, fingering (fem!receiving), sex toy, squirting, finger sucking, possessive Bucky, unprotected p in v, translated russian

Wordcount -> 5.1k (Wordcount with the russian parts)

Request -> Imagine Bucky and his fiancée (the reader) get into an argument and they take their frustrations out on each other and they finally apologize to each other for what they said🥵🩵

A/N -> Thank you for the request and I hope you like that. I want to thank @sergeantbarnessdoll for the feedback and the help, but as well for the jokes in the middle of the night when I accidentally wrote “Fucky” instead of “Bucky”. Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

Masterlist | AFG Fluff Bingo | Sebastian Stan Bingo | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You chuckle sarcastically before your back crashes against the wall behind you. Bucky’s hand is wrapped around your throat, but you can’t stop laughing about it, even when the two are in the middle of an argument.

That’s something you learned when you were a teenager. Whenever you had a fight with your parents, you laughed sarcastically, hiding the feelings they gave you behind it, mostly the pain they caused. And whenever they shouted at you, you just laughed.

“And you think I think about the way they look at me? When they want to stare at my ass, they can do it,” you shout, and Bucky’s eyes darken. He hates when you make him jealous, and the argument is just because he doesn’t want the guys to look at and especially touch you.

“But I do. I don’t want them to touch what is mine." He groans darkly against your lips, and you feel his hot breath against your soft skin. A shiver runs along your spine, and you need a moment to find your voice again.

“They just look at me,” you say, frustrated, and then it’s on him to chuckle sarcastically. “They just look at you. You mean like that?” He asks, and his hand slides down between your legs and captures your cunt. Your breath hitches, and you try to hide a moan when you feel him touching you where you need him the most right now.

He laughs, knowing what you feel and think. Bucky takes his hand away from you and lets go of your throat, taking a step back. “Are you such a little slit for me? Huh? Already dripping, and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he says sternly, and you gasp.

Bucky is right; you two had a fight, but he turned you on so much that you can’t stop thinking about him fucking you while he is angry.

You still stand with your back against the wall, and you look at your fiancé. He turns around and wants to walk away, not giving you what you want the most right now. And suddenly, you feel the anger inside of you again. He doesn’t want others to touch or look at you, but then he doesn’t give you what you want.

“Such a baby,” you say, and he turns around, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. “What did you just say?” He asks and walks slowly closer to you. “I said you’re such a baby. Complaining and crying but not being able to give me what you think they couldn’t give me,” you tell him, a mischievous smile appearing on your lips.

His eyes darken in a way you haven’t seen often. “Don’t mess with me, doll,” he hisses, and you need to look up to face him. His body is almost pressing against yours, and you can feel the heat of his body. “Or what?” You ask and place your hands on his stomach to shove him away, but he grabs your hands and presses them next to your body against the wall.

“I said don’t mess with me, but you did. So you have to take what I will give you as a punishment now,” he whispers into your ear. You feel the goosebumps all over your body, and you know you have him right there, where you want him to be.

“And now he wants to be a big boy,” you whisper, amused. “Enjoy yourself, doll?” He asks you, and you nod, trying to get out of his grip. It doesn’t work the way you want, but you know the best ways to tease your fiancé a bit more.

“I really enjoy myself. And do you know those guys in the bar enjoy the sight of me too? Imagine their harden-“ Bucky interrupts you with his leg pressing between yours. You moan about the sudden and harsh friction. “Shut the fuck up, or I will help you,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

The muscles in his jaw are clearly visible for you to see, and you feel the wetness between your legs growing. You know it will be hot, but this is way more than you expected, and you like it. You enjoy it, and maybe a bit too much when you think about the punishment he will give you later. But right now, you just enjoy him being angry and needy at the same time.

“I didn’t know little baby boys like you could help someone big like me. And you should watch your mouth, sweet boy,” you tease him, and that’s enough for Bucky. He uses his metal hand to shove three fingers into your mouth, pressing your tongue down and making you almost gag around his hand.

“Enough teasing, doll. Until I have something better to stuff your mouth, you have to suck my fingers like a good girl,” he says, wrapping his other arm around your waist to lift you up.

He carries you into the bedroom, but instead of letting you down on the bed, he places you in front of the bed. His metal fingers are still in your mouth, and you look up at him.

Bucky removes his hand from your waist and places it on top of your head. Shoving you on your knees, let his fingers slip out of your mouth. “Open the belt and be a good girl; you know what Daddy wants, don’t you?” He asks and looks down at you with a big smile on his lips.

You place your hands on his belt and open it, looking the whole time up at him. “Wanna give me your belt for a good punishment for you?” You ask, and Bucky rolls his eyes, opening his pants and pulling them down with his boxers.

His dick springs free and slaps against his covered stomach. The tip is leaking with pre-cum, but you still look at him with his belt in your hands. “You need to bend over the couch so you can get your puni-“ you try to tease, but your fiancé is faster than you and stuffs his cock into your mouth.

“Shut up and suck my dick,” he says, waiting a moment while you have his dick in your mouth and throat and your hands gripping his thighs. “You can be so quiet, doll. Does Daddy overwhelm you, baby girl? Be a good girl and suck on it; make Daddy feel good in your sweet mouth,” he says in a command tone, even when he asks if it’s not a question. He wants you to suck his dick, which is buried deep in your throat and mouth.

You slowly move your head as much as you can with his hand still in your hair. Bucky groans and presses himself deeper into your mouth, making you gag every time he moves his rock-hard dick. And when you swallow, he almost cums immediately down your throat.

Bucky enjoys the sight he has of you. Your eyes are filled with tears. Some of them are already streaming down your cheeks, but you still look up at him, your eyes meeting his while his dick moves in and out of your mouth. “So pretty, baby doll, you take me so well." He praises you and moves a bit faster.

“Such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” He asks and shoves his dick deeper into your throat, waiting a moment before he pulls out. Then he does it again. You let him use your mouth like a fuck toy, and he enjoys seeing you sitting in front of him and looking up at him while his rock-hard dick slides in and out of your warm mouth.

Your one hand lets go of his thigh, and you slide it between your legs and underneath the fabric of your clothes. But before you can touch your clit, your fiancé looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. “When did I allow you to touch you?” He asks, and you look up at him with your best puppy eyes, but he shakes his head, and you take your hand out of your panties.

It doesn’t take long when you feel him twitch. With a try of a grin on your lips, you swallow, and Bucky throws his head back, groaning loudly, and his grip on your hair tightens. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he says, and you swallow again. This time he shouts all of his cum down your throat, and you feel the warm liquid slowly flow down.

“Open your mouth,” he demands when he pulls his dick out of you. He breathes heavily and calms down from his orgasm, while you swallow the rest of his seeds. Then you open your mouth and show him that you took everything he gave you, and he smiles proudly. “Good girl,” he praises you, and you smile softly.

Bucky shows you how to stand up while he takes off his t-shirt. You stand up and look at him. “Take off your clothes,” he commands, and you do, slowly taking off your t-shirt and your pants, as well as your panties. Bucky walks to the shelf in your room and opens the little red box that is standing there.

When you hear the sound of the handcuffs, you look at him. For a moment, you think about being the submissive person, but when you think about the fight earlier and his reaction when you teased him, you want to do it again.

“Do you want me to play with you? After your sweet try to dominate me,” you tease and walk closer to him. You’re completely undressed, and you play with your hands around your nibbles, letting Bucky’s gaze slide down to them. “Such a baby boy for me; want to suck mommy’s nibbles like a good boy?” You ask and place one hand under his chin to pull him closer to you.

“Stop teasing me, doll. We both know you’re not in the position to do so. And after the things you said to me, I need to punish you,” he says, gripping your hand to push it away from his chin. “What do you mean? Who was the one who was jealous and said, the guys look at me and want to fuck me?” You ask and walk a step closer.

He towers over you, and his gaze shows you should be careful with the things you say, or he would just throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless. But that’s what you want; you want him to fuck you when he is angry, not soft and gentle.

“How many of them jerk themselves off because they think of me? Thinking about the way their dicks would slide through my wet folds and the way they would slide inside of me, fucking me so good,” you say, looking thoughtful, like you’re really thinking about that, even when you just need a way to tease your fiancé.

His hand finds its way around your throat, and he squeezes it softly. “Shut the fuck up and don’t mess with me. You’re mine, and no one will ever fuck you better than I do,” he says through gritting teeth, and you smile. His eyes are dark, and his jaw is clenching.

“Not? Wanna find out?” You ask, and he groans. With one movement, he grips something out of the red box and presses you towards the bed. His hand is still around your throat, and he chokes you softly. “We just find out how good you can beg for my cock and scream my fucking name when you cum,” he tells you, and you feel your cunt dripping.

Bucky always knows what he needs to say to make you dripping and begging. He pushes you with your back onto the bed; with his thighs, he spreads your legs and looks down at your wet folds. “Already so wet, huh? And just for me, for no one else, just mine,” he whispers, lets go of your throat, and runs his cold metal fingers through your wetness.

You moan softly when he slides his cold fingers up and down your folds, making you squirm. His legs are holding yours apart, and you whimper softly when he slides over your entrance, but he doesn’t give you what you want. He doesn’t push his fingers into you; he just teases you with them.

"Bucky, please,” you whimper and try to push your hips against his hand when his fingers touch your entrance. “Try again, baby doll,” he says with a mischievous grin. You groan frustrated when he takes his hand away, just to look at your slick between his fingers. Then he takes them into his mouth and sucks at them, looking straight into your eyes while he cleans his fingers.

You whine softly, trying to push against him, but with his legs between yours, you can’t move further. “Please,” you whimper, and he chuckles. "Oh, baby, I thought Mommy would show her baby boy how to make her feel good. But it looks like you’re just a little slut for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you sweet girl?” He asks, and you throw your head back.

One of your hands slides through your breasts, and you play with it while the other glides down your stomach. When you almost reach your folds, you look at your hand before you look back into his eyes. He stares down at your hand, following every inch as it moves closer to your clit and just an inch away from your wetness, he snaps your hand away.

With a harsh grip, he holds both of your hands in his and pushes them above your head. Bucky towers over you with a grin on his lips. He leans closer to your ear, kissing your neck softly and biting into the soft skin. You moan and squirm softly, trying to get some friction between your folds, but he doesn’t give you anything — not even thinking about it right now.

“Such a tease, and now you lay underneath me and beg for my dick. You want me to fuck you? Then beg for it,” he whispers into your ear before he presses himself up to stand between your legs again.

His one hand is still holding yours, so you can’t touch yourself or him. “Daddy, please,” you beg, a tear forming in the corner of your eye and slowly sliding down your cheek. You need him so much that it almost hurt, and he doesn’t look like he will help you before you’re begging for his dick or at least his fingers or tongue.

You look at him with tears in your eyes, arching back and your cunt dripping. You want to touch yourself, which would give you at least a bit of relief between your legs.

He slides his fingers along your inner thighs and chuckles when he sees the goosebumps all over them. Just a few inches away from your clit he slides his hand back to your knees, and then he does it again. You feel like you could cum just from that feeling, but you can't; you need him inside of you.

Bucky lets go of you and suddenly has the thing from the box in his hand. It’s the vibrator he gave you as a present a while ago. He slides the toy through your folds, and when he reaches your entrance, he pushes it softly inside of you. You moan loudly, relief rushing through your body.

You press yourself more against the toy, and Bucky chuckles before he turns it in. The slight vibration makes you immediately clench around the toy. After all the teasing of your fiancé, it just needs a moment for you to feel the knot in your stomach. “Oh fuck, I’m so close,” you whine and arch your back, tugging your nails into Bucky’s hands and ready to cum all over the toy.

Just a second before you cum he removes the toy. A big smile appears on his lips when you look at him, and wet tears and even more tears are already forming in your eyes. “Daddy, please. I was so close,” you whine, but he shakes his head. “You teased me, and now take your punishment like a good girl,” he says, waiting until the knot in your stomach fades away before he pushes the toy back inside of you.

Your walls welcome the vibrating toy immediately, and you are just a moaning mess underneath Bucky. He likes to see you squeezing the toy, moaning, and whimpering while your orgasm slowly builds up in your stomach. “Oh fuck, Bucky, please,” you almost scream when you feel the knot in your stomach. But he pulls the vibrator out of you when you almost reach your orgasm again, and his smirk grows even wider.

“So desperate,” he mumbles when you try to push yourself against him, or at least the toy. “You want to cum over the toy when you can have my dick?” He asks you and looks at your dripping cunt, his metal finger slowly sliding through your folds, and he groans when he sees your slick dripping down his fingers.

You shake your head, arching your back, and beg quietly to make him push his fingers inside of you and give you your release. He chuckles softly about your action, but he still doesn’t give you what you want.

“Bucky, I don’t have sex with you for a week when you don’t fuck me now,” you groan and throw your head back. “And you think you can say no when I do that?” He asks and slides his finger through your folds again. “Or that,” he whispers, kissing your inner thighs. “You think you can say no for a week when you can have all this every day?” Bucky asks, and you whine.

He can be such a teasing idiot; he knows the right words and the right movements; he just knows your body and has full control over you. “You’re so desperate for my cock, doll,” he tells you, like it’s not obvious, but it’s definitely obvious that you’re more than just desperate for his dick.

Bucky takes his hand away and stops kissing your inner thighs. “I will make you feel good, baby girl. Just let me taste you first,” he whispers, and he lays his head on your stomach to look up at you. You roll your eyes and not, at least something instead of just pushing a toy into you to pull it out when you’re just about to cum.

You squirm softly, and he kisses your lower body until he reaches your cunt. His hands find their way to your legs, spreading them wider to give him some space for his head between your legs.

You can feel his soft lips on your cunt and you moan immediately when he just brushes his lips over them. “Fuck, Bucky, please,” you whimper, and he lets go, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “What did you just call me?” He asks darkly, and you whimper, his grip around your legs tightening.

“‘m sorry, Daddy,” you mumble, and try to push yourself more towards him so you can finally feel his lips and tongue between your legs again. “Good girl,” he says, leaning down again to press his lips onto your core.

He uses his tongue to take all the wetness, and he groans against your skin. “You taste so fucking good, I could eat you out the whole day,” he says, sucking your clit softly into his mouth, making you moan loudly.

You would say he can eat you out as long and as often as he wants to, but right now you wouldn’t get his dick inside of you. So you stay quiet, at least with talking, because with his action at your clit, he makes you moan and whimper loudly, his favorite sounds.

When he works his way with his tongue lower, he reaches your entrance, licking around it before he presses his tongue against it. Your walls welcome him immediately, squeezing him softly when he moves his tongue inside of you slowly.

“Daddy, please,” you whimper, not sure what you’re begging for. You can’t think straight anymore, and with him knowing that it’s not better. He slides his fingers to your entrance, the cold metal meeting your skin, and it almost feels like it’s burning.

Bucky removes his tongue with his fingers, pushes them until his knuckles are inside of you, and curls them softly. “Can’t my doll think anymore, huh? Begging for something she doesn’t even know, or do you know what you’re begging for?” He asks you with a stern voice, and you shake your head.

“Use. Your. Words.” He points out every word and presses his fingers against your sweet spot, with every word leaving his lips. “I- uhm- fu- daddy,” you stutter, not knowing what to say or what to think except about his fingers, tongue, or dick.

Bucky chuckles and slips his fingers out of you, kissing your entrance again and sliding his tongue inside of you once more. “Fuck, daddy, fuck, fuck,” you whine, and he laughs softly. You feel the vibration in your pussy.

Yes, he will fuck you, and hearing you say that makes his rock-hard dick even harder. It’s almost not possible, but he feels the blood running through his veins, and his dick almost hurts, but he wants to taste you a bit longer before he ruins your tight hole with his huge length.

“Don’t worry, baby doll. Daddy will ruin your little hole; I stuff you so full,” he groans against your wetness and fucks you with his tongue. You can feel your orgasm in your stomach growing, just as Bucky can feel it. He uses his finger to press and push them inside of you, working you open with his fingers and his tongue.

“Too much,” you shout when you feel the pleasure growing, but at the same time, it feels different, and Bucky looks at you while he brings you closer to the edge. He hits the right spot every time he slides his fingers into you, and it doesn’t take long for you to cum. You squirt all over his face and fingers while you scream his name.

Bucky looked at you the whole time, looking at the way you open your mouth, the way you shut your eyes, and the way you press your fingers into the sheets. He fucks you through your orgasm, taking everything you give him, and even when you whimper because of the overstimulation, he sucks your clit into his mouth again before he lets go of you.

“You did so well for me, doll. Look squirting all over my face, and fuck, you should have seen your face when you squirted,” he says with a smile on his lips, licking his tongue over them and looking at his fingers, which he had inside of you.

You can see your slick between his fingers, the wetness glittering while he turns his hand around to see every inch of his wet fingers. “You will suck them clean, but first let me burry my cock inside of your tight little hole,” he mumbles and slides his dick through your wet folds.

The tip of his red is leaking with pre-cum, and he strokes himself softly while he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes his tip inside of you. You whine, still sore from the teasing and the orgasm before. “Shh, you take me so well, doll,” he praises you and slowly pushes himself further into you.

Bucky leans closer to capture your lips with his, kissing you passionately. You can feel the veins on his cock and every inch of him inside of you, and you whimper softly about the stretch. “Just a bit more,” he says between kisses, and you nod, placing your hands in his hair and playing with them.

You look into his steel blue eyes; he smirks and pushes the rest of his dick in one movement inside of you; you tug his hair harshly and moan loudly; you open your mouth a bit; and you arch your back. He doesn’t move; he just looks down at you and kisses your lips softly.

“Now open your mouth and make them clean,” he whispers, pressing his fingers against your lips. You obey and open your mouth, letting him push his fingers into your mouth, and you use your tongue to clean them. Tasting yourself on his fingers.

Bucky slowly starts to pull out of you, making you hiss. “So much,” you whimper, but press yourself against him to get his length into you again. “Such a cock slut for Daddy, huh?” He asks and chuckles when he pushes back inside of you. You whimper with a soft nod.

His fingers are still in your mouth while he slowly moves inside of you, hitting all the right sports. You clench around him; after all the teasing and your first orgasm, it’s a lot to have you stretched out that much, but you’re a good girl for him.

“Ты такая чертовски тугая. Мне нравится твоя маленькая киска, которая так хорошо сжимает меня.” (You're so fucking tight. I love your little pussy that squeezes me so well.) Bucky starts to talk in Russian and makes you squeeze his dick harder.

You love when he talks in Russian; his accent is hot, and the way he looks at you while you don’t know what he says makes your mind dizzy. Especially when he speaks in Russian during sex, it brings you almost every time to edge.

“Ты кажешься мне такой невинной, но ты такая шлюха для моего члена. Ты моя, только моя. И никому не позволено смотреть на тебя или прикасаться к тебе так, как это делаю я.” (You seem so innocent to me, but you're such a slut for my cock. You are mine, mine alone. And no one is allowed to look at you or touch you the way I do.) Bucky hisses, and you’re pretty sure it was something that you mentioned in your argument earlier.

But with the way he thrusts into you and his hot breath against your neck when he leans closer, you can’t think straight. So you wouldn’t really recognize him even when he talked in English. But his accent, his dark eyes, and his rough voice make it all better for you to feel the orgasm growing in your stomach.

You close your eyes for a moment, but when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, you can finally moan loudly without him pressing your tongue down, making you almost gag. But his hand finds its way around your throat, and he squeezes it tightly, making sure it doesn’t hurt you.

“Look at me when you cum all over my dick. I want to hear you scream my name when you squeeze my dick, and we make sure everyone hears you so they all know they can’t touch you. And you know there is no one who could make you cum better than I do,” he says, and his thrusts become faster and harder.

“Who do you belong to, baby doll?” He asks and grins when you try to answer, but you get interrupted by your moans. “Tell me, who?” He commands and stops his movements, making you whine. “You, Bucky. Just you, and I’m sorry for the thing I said. I don’t want someone else to fuck me, but please let me cum,” you say quietly, looking at him with a begging gaze.

Your fiancé slowly pulls out of you just to push even harder than before inside of you. “Right, mine,” he says, and he slides his hand from your throat over your upper and lower body until he reaches your pussy.

He slowly moves his fingers in circles and presses his fingers more against your clit. Playing with it between his fingers and looks while you squirm underneath him.

“All mine,” he says, and he slides his fingers through your folds. “Cum, now,” he commands. Before you ask him for permission, he already feels you squeezing his dick more. Bucky plays with your clit to bring you over the edge.

You feel the knot in your stomach grow a bit more before the orgasm rushes through your body. Your toes curl, you arch your back, looking into his eyes - like he wants you to do - and you squeeze his dick so that he shoots his seeds with a loud groan deep into your tight pussy.

He doesn’t stop thrusting hard and deep inside of you; he fucks the two of you through your orgasm, and you mumble something while your mind is dizzy and full of him, his dick, and his talented skills in bed. (Or on the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the desk in Steve’s apartment, or in the bathroom of a club.)

“Fuck, FUCKY!" you shout, and Bucky immediately stops his movements, looking down at you with a huge grin on his lips. “Fucky? Did you just call me Fucky?” He asks and bursts out laughing. You blush and try to hide your face, but he is faster. He pins your hands down next to your head and leans closer.

“Did I fuck you so good that you can’t think straight anymore and don’t even know the difference between ‘fuck’ and my name?” Bucky chuckles, and you nod softly. He presses his lips on yours and thrusts a few more times slowly inside of you before he pulls out of you. You whimper and feel your mixed juices slowly flowing out of your clenching cunt.

Bucky lays next to you and wraps his arm around you before he pulls you against him. Kissing your neck and face softly while he uses his fingers to draw small circles on your skin. “You did so well for me, doll. I’m sorry for the things I said during the argument, but the sex was wonderful, and you’re mine,” he whispers into your ear, and you chuckle softly.

“I love you too. And I know, I just wanted to make you angry,” you tell him, and he nods. “I know, but it’s oke, angry sex is a lot of teasing, and I like to have you beg underneath me.”

Bucky and you lay there for a while longer before he stands up and walks to the bathroom. When you hear the water flowing into the bathtub, you smile and wait for him to pick you up. Bucky walks towards you and picks you up in bride-style to carry you to the bathroom and take a warm bubble bath with you.

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My Mom Thinks You're Hot

pairing: beefy!bucky x singlemom!reader

summary: your son tries to set you up with an avenger in a grocery store

a/n: short drabble bc why not

masterlist

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Getting groceries might not be fun for most families but for you and your 6 year old son it's almost as fun as going to the park.

The store that you visit has small cart for kids which your son loves to push, making him feel like a big boy. It's absolutely adorable and you take a picture of him every time. You don't know how you got lucky that your son loves grocery shopping as most kids find it either boring or too stimulating which is completely normal.

"Mommy look it's Avengers cereal!"

As any other kid his age, he's obsessed with The Avengers.

"Yes it is and it's very cool but we already have cereal at home." his face falls and puts the cereal box back.

"Can we get it next time?"

"Of course honey." you chuckle when you see him do a little victory dance.

You were slowly but surely making your way through the grocery list, slowly because your son decided to stop in front every single Avengers food.

Now for your favourite.

Ice Cream.

You turn your head quickly when you hear your son squeal.

"MOMMY THE AVENGERS! CAPTAIN AMERICA! AND BUCKY!" He whisper yells

you look over to where he's pointing and it's true there stand Sam Willson and James Buchanan Barnes.

"Can we please say hi." he holds your hand and gives you his best puppy eyes. You give in since it's not every day you get to meet heroes.

"Hi! You're really cool!"

Two men look down at the 6 year old boy and smile.

"Hey champ,what's your name?" Captain America asks and crouches down to his eye level.

"That's such a cool name!"

"Thank you my mom chose it!" you immediately blush when both men look at you.

"Hi. We just wanted to say hi and uh thank you for saving the world and all that." you avoid looking at James Bucky Barnes because you might have a huge crush on him. Ever since you were a teen and studied for history you thought he was very handsome.

"All part of the job ma'am." Sam salutes you and you smile a little, he's the perfect Captain America.

"I have so many questions!"

"Honey, they are very busy we can't keep them all day. How about just one question for each of them? That's of course if you're okay with that." You look at two heroes,who reply with a nod

"Alright you heard your mom, what do you have."

He thinks so hard and finally asks.

"What's the name of your bird!?" Bucky bursts out laughing, that's not what he thought the boy would ask Sam. Your heart might have done a flip at the sound,you try to hide your face by looking at the floor.

"His name is Redwing."

"Well that's pretty boring why doesn't he have a cool name." At this the three of you laugh.

Sam looks mildly offended.

"What do you have for me?" Bucky asks and whatever he thought the boy would ask it certainly was not this.

"Mr Bucky sir - Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or partner? My mom thinks you're hot."

You immediately pull your son into you and cover his mouth. Bucky blushes deeply and so do you.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. We have to go right now." You're so embarrassed that you leave your full cart and go straight for the exit pulling your son by the arm.

"But he didn't answer the question." your son whines.

"We don't need to know that. That's a personal question you don't ask people!"

"Uh I don't mind answering that question." Buckys voice says and you stop in your tracks, you turn around but still avoid the eye contact.

"Really you don't have to!"

"I want to. And I'd like to ask a personal question too if that's okay with you of course?"

Your knees almost give out when you manage to make eye contact.

"No, I do not have a significant other. And I don't know how this works at this day and age, but I'd like to ask for your number,doll."

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some years later

"Thank you for coming guest's that I know and don't know. My mom is getting married to my dad! You should all be thanking me because I made that happen!"

You look at your now husband and smile.

Maybe it's not the way you thought you'd meet the love of your life but sure is a story your guests and son find very entertaining.

#james buchanan barnes #bucky masterlist #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan characters #bucky fluff #bucky fic

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marvelfanfics1 · 2 years

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Heya!

I have a request for winterwidow x little!reader x little!peter :)

I saw that you wrote about breastfeeding with natasha and that how i came up with this senario :)

So my idea was that winterwidow adopted peter not so long ago (he does call them daddy and mommy <3) and he also really wants to breastfeed like his little sister/brother but hes to shy to ask. Maybe one day natasha would have both of her breast out while feeding y/n and he would fiddle with her breast or something in result that her breast leaks and he tries it in the hope nobody saw him but bucky did and tells natasha that peter might wants to breastfeed?

Maybe endd it with a bunch of fluff and them breastfeeding together?

no idea if thats possible but hey who knows right :)

Idk if this makes any sense and i am sorry that its so long <3

If you prefer not writing this cuz of little!peter or any other aspect please ignore this request <3

I really really love your writing btw <3

Everybody wants Mommy's boobies

(GIFs not mine)

Pairing: cg!winterwidow x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, breastfeeding, fluff

A/n: I literally adore little!Peter 😭 I would do anything to have this in real

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Peter joined your little family a few weeks ago and has settled in pretty quickly, enjoying having so many people that care for him and love him dearly.

You and Peter were inseparable, always playing with each other or cuddling on the sofa while watching cartoons, you even shared a bed with him because you always climbed out of your crib and into Peter's bed (now your crib was only used as a punishment, that if you did something bad you weren't allowed to sleep in either Peter's or your caregiver's bed).

Often there were also nights when you both would sleep in your Mommy and Daddy's bed when you behaved well.

Speaking of bedtime, you would mostly get breastfed before being laid down to sleep and Peter can't help but watch you and Natasha being so close, wishing he could join.

Peter's regression age is close to yours but he's still the big brother, which he absolutely loves, he's very protective over you and your caregivers but sometimes he just wants to be babied but is too shy to ask for it, Bucky and Natasha already did so much and he doesn't want to seem ungrateful, scared they will get rid of him, which they never would!

It was that night when you both got the privilege of sleeping in your caregiver's bed and Peter woke up around 1:00 am, groaning and turning out of Bucky's tight hold, facing you and Natasha.

His face flushed when he saw his Mommy was wearing no top and you laying with your head on her shoulder, mouth hanging open.

He guessed that you woke up as well a little while ago and Natasha decided to just let you suck from her breast, falling back asleep with you.

Peter bit on his lip, hesitantly reaching out to tap against her boob, looking if she woke and he sighed in relief when she didn't.

He did it again and gasped a little when a few drops of milk leaked, catching it with his finger and smelling it before sucking it off, humming at how good it actually is, no wonder why you're so attached to it.

He yawned and was satisfied with the few drops he got, snuggling back into the pillows and falling asleep again, not noticing that Bucky had been watching the whole time.

The next morning Natasha carefully got up from the bed, making her way to the bathroom and getting ready for the day.

While braiding her hair she smiled when Bucky appeared behind her, his hair all messy and in nothing but some black briefs.

He wrapped his arms around her front, his hands trailing up to fondle with her breast.

"I should let them out all the time with how addicted you and Y/n are to them," she chuckled and Bucky remembered last night's actions.

"We are not the only ones," He said and Natasha looked at him through the mirror confused. "I saw Peter trying some of your breast milk last night. I think he might want to be breastfed but is too afraid or is to shy to ask."

"Poor boy, how haven't I noticed that before," she mumbled mostly to herself.

"Hey..." Bucky turned her around, taking the hair tie from the counter and finishing the braid for her, handing her a shirt to put on. "Everything is fine. How about we give Y/n a bottle today and let Peter try to be breastfed, looking if he likes it or not?"

Natasha nodded and kissed her husband deeply until they both heard giggles coming from their bedroom, entered the bedroom, and smiled when they saw Peter tickling you awake.

"Peter, don't forget to let her breathe," Bucky chuckled and Peter stopped his attack on you, blushing when you kissed his cheek.

"You two are adorable," Natasha cooed, leaning down to nuzzle your nose with hers.

You made grabby hands for your Mommy to pick you up which she gladly did, turning to look at Bucky and nodding towards Peter who was about to get up, leaving the room with you clinging onto her.

"Come here, buddy," Bucky smiled and also picked him up, Peter was surprised at first but didn't complain and placed his head on his daddy's shoulder.

Throughout the day Bucky and Natasha babied Peter more than usual and he was enjoying this more than he showed, but the amazing caregivers they are know exactly what to do.

Natasha finally got you to take your nap, placing you carefully in your bed and making her way to the living room where she saw her two boys cuddling and noticed Peter sucking on his thumb, quickly pulling it out again when he saw her coming inside.

She chuckled a little and sat down next to Peter, brushing his brown curls away from his face, and smiling at how relaxed he is.

"You want some milk, Pete?" She asked and Peter instantly nod at the question, sitting up a little.

His eyes widened when Natasha suddenly pulled her shirt over her head, he started to blush like mad not knowing what to say or do next.

She leaned against the couch and waved him over to her, helping him to lay comfortably on her lap and feeling he was a little tense.

"We don't have to go any further if you don't want to, baby," She assured him, scratching his scalp just like he loves it.

"I...I would wike to try it, mommy," he said, making his caregivers smile at him.

Peter turned his head, being face to face with Natasha's boob, slowly leaning in and wrapping his lips around her nipple and starting to suckle.

"There we go," Natasha trailed off, turning her head and smiling at Bucky who was just as happy as her.

Peter's eyes started to flutter close, his nap time nearing as well and Natasha continued to scratch his head, lulling him to sleep while he was still concentrating on suckling.

"Look at that, he just needed a little push," Bucky smiled, his head resting on Natasha's shoulder. "10 bucks that Y/n will get jealous."

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Whos this?

Content - little!reader, big space but not for long, dummy use, fluff, bottles, slight angst if you squint, Alpine the cat, reader trying to be sneaky.

Summary - natasha and bucky have been on a mission for a week. They come home to their little princess and another little friend.

Authors note - I wrote this very early in the morning so sorry if it has some bad grammar, hope you enjoy ♡

Translations - malen'kiy - little one

it really wasn't your fault.

Ok well it was kind of was but anyone would have done some the same thing had they been in your position.

Your mommy and daddy have been on a mission for about a week and you needed to get some things from the shops. Luckily you weren't feeling as little as you normally were so you could look after yourself and not call for one of your aunts or uncles until your caregivers got back.

After buying everything you had needed you started to head back home, however as you turned the street to your apartment complex you heard a noise coming from behind the rubbish skip. Crouching down next to one you saw a small white kitten.

It couldn't be more than about 3 weeks old and looked so hungry and cold.

Who could leave the poor thing like that?

That's how you ended up in this situation, seated on the carpet, colouring books and pencils everywhere, a dummy in your mouth and a small white kitten in front of you rolling on its back.

Hearing a ping come through your phone you checked it and saw it was a text from your mommy - almost home kitten x

How ironic.

After a few minutes of contemplating on what to do you picked up the cat and put her underneath the couch keeping an eye on her and trusting she would stay there after she lied down on her side.

Hearing the door click you quickly sat on the ground minding your business.

"Hi baby" you heard your mommy's sweet voice hit your ears as she rushed over to you in fresh clothes having gotten changed on the quinjet, "hi mommy" "hows our little angel" your daddy said scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around.

"I'm good daddy" you giggled into his side "Buck don't spin her so much she'll feel sick" Natasha chuckled coming over to you with a fresh bottle.

Pulling you out of Buckys arms Natasha sat you down on the couch, laying you on your chest she made sure you were relaxed and held the bottle up to your mouth. "are these some of your drawings baby?" He said leaning down to pick one of the floor. Eye level with the kitten.

"Buck you okay?" Natasha questioned her husband "um doll who's this" he said gently cradling the sleeping kitten "umm" if you hadn't been so worried that they were mad you would have seen natasha trying not to laugh. " I'm sorry daddy" you sobbed "she was so cold and I couldn't leave her outside" you panicked slipping further into your head space.

Shushing you Natasha rocked you and rubbed your arm "it's ok doll we understand, we're not mad at you" Bucky said kissing your head and patting the kitten. "not m-mad" "no malen'kiy were not mad at all" Natasha kissed your temple.

"Do you have a name for her doll?" "No daddy I don't" "Why don't you think about it and we can have a vote?" Mommy asked picking up the small ball of fluff "sounds good to me."

Later on that evening you had collectively decided to call her Alpine and after several hours of picking up food and toys for her she was the happiest cat that you could find. Come bedtime you had been tucked in and read a story by mommy and daddy until Alpine decided she wanted a story too.

And who were they to deny her of her first bedtime story?

#little!reader #mommy!nat #daddy!bucky #winterwidow #winterwidow x reader #caregiver #mommy!natasha #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #sfw age regression #age regression reader #little reader

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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Hey

Can you write a one shot where Bucky and reader have a daughter. One day when reader and their little daughter are at home and Bucky is at the compound or on a mission, reader accidentally hurts herself. She says something like this to the daughter :"Don't tell daddy." But later when Bucky comes home she says something to Bucky and he immediately gets worried. And then maybe some cuddle time with the Barnes Family.

Thank you in advance ��

Mommy Hurt » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband/Dad/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Daisy

Summary: Bucky gets worried when he finds out from his daughter that Y/N got hurt while he was on a mission.

Warnings: Fluff, language, small injury, brief mention of blood, hugs and kisses, cuddling, uses of nicknames/pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @lives-in-midgard 🩵 I had fun writing this🥰

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.

“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Yours and Bucky’s 3 year old daughter Daisy comes running in the kitchen with a piece of paper in her hands. “Look what I draw!” She says, holding the picture up for you to see.

“It’s beautiful, sweetie. Tell me about.” You say, looking down at her.

“This is daddy. This is mommy. This is Pine Pine. This is me.” She says, point to each stick figure in the picture.

You were trying your best to do the dishes and pay attention to what Daisy was saying which probably wasn’t the best idea, because the next thing you know, you felt a sharp pain in your hand. You gasped and dropped the knife you had in your other hand in the sink, clutching your hand in your other one.

“Mommy?” Daisy tapping on your leg. “What happened?” She asks, looking up at you.

“I-I’m fine, baby.” You tried your best to not cry in front of your daughter. “Mommy cut herself.” You tell her.

You slowly opened your hand to see a small cut on the palm of your hand with a little bit of blood coming out of it. You grabbed a kitchen towel that was next to the sink and put it on your hand, applying pressure.

“Mommy have a boo boo?” Daisy asks.

“Just a little one.” You say.

You crouched down to her height and gave her a hug.

“Don’t tell daddy.” You tell her.

“No tell daddy.” She says.

“Good girl.” You smiled and kissed her cheek. “Why don’t you go watch cartoons in the living room and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You tell her.

“Ok, mommy!” Daisy says, running off to the living room.

You went to the bathroom and got the first aid kit out from underneath the sink. You cleaned out the cut with alcohol and wrapped some gauze around it and taped it with medical tape. You put the first aid kit away and went to the living room to see that Daisy put on Barbie. You took a seat next to her and watched it with her.

A couple days later, Bucky came home from a week long mission. Bucky frowns in confusion when he didn’t see you and Daisy greet him immediately like the two of you normally do.

“Where are my girls?” Bucky’s voice echos through the house.

Bucky heard Daisy’s little footsteps running towards him.

“Daddy!” Daisy says excitedly.

“There’s my baby girl!” Bucky says happily as he picked up Daisy.

Bucky gave her a bunch of hugs and kisses, making her giggle.

“Mommy hurt.” She tells him.

“What?” Bucky felt his heart drop, thinking that something bad happened to you while he was on the mission. “Where is mommy?” He asks her.

“Kitchen.” Daisy says, pointing towards the kitchen.

Bucky walks in the kitchen with Daisy in his arms to see you putting groceries away.

“Bucky, you’re home!” You smile widely and hugged him.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks with worry in his voice.

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked.

“Daisy told me you got hurt.” He says.

“I told her not to tell you.” You say, looking at your daughter.

“Sowwy, mommy.” Daisy says, feeling bad.

“It’s ok, sweetie.” You say, moving a piece of hair from her face.

Daisy tapped on Bucky’s shoulder, telling him that she wants down. When Bucky put her down, she ran to her play room.

“Show me.” He says.

“Babe, it’s nothing.” You say.

“Doll…” He says.

You sighed and took the gauze off of your left hand and showed him the cut on the palm of your hand that was starting to scab up. Bucky gently took your hand in his and inspected it.

“How did you cut yourself?” Bucky asks.

“I was doing the dishes while looking at a picture Daisy drew and I cut myself with a knife.” You explained.

Bucky felt relieved, knowing that you’re fine. He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it softly, making you smile. Then he kissed you passionately.

“How about I properly patch up your hand.” Bucky says.

Bucky led you upstairs to yours and his bedroom. You took a seat on the bed while Bucky got the first aid kit from the bathroom. He came out of the bathroom and sat down next to you. He cleaned it with alcohol and wrapped it with gauze, also making sure it wasn’t too tight and tapped it with medical tape. He brought your hand up to his lips again and kissed it softly.

“Better?” Bucky asks.

“All better.” You say, leaning forward to kiss him.

“I’m taking you to the Compound tomorrow so Bruce can take a look at it.” He says.

“Fine.” You say with a playful pout.

Bucky kisses your lips once more, but the kiss was interrupted when Daisy came running in the bedroom.

“Hey!” Daisy shouts, getting yours and Bucky’s attention. “Up!” She says, doing grabby hands at her daddy.

You and Bucky smiled at her cuteness. Bucky picked her up and placed her in between the two of you.

“I draw something!” Daisy shows you and Bucky a picture. “This is daddy. This is mommy. This is Pine Pine. This is me. Me and Pine Pine are superheros like daddy in this one.” She tells you guys.

“It’s beautiful, princess.” Bucky says, kissing the top of her head.

You guys heard Alpine meow loudly as she jumped up on the bed. You guys gave Alpine some lovings before laying down with Daisy in between you and Bucky and Alpine on the pillow next to Bucky’s head.

“I wuv you, daddy. I wuv you, mommy.” Daisy says, kissing yours and Bucky’s cheeks.

“We love you too, baby.” You and Bucky say, kissing her cheeks.

Bucky turned on Barbie for Daisy while you guys cuddled for the rest of the night. Bucky couldn’t ask for anything better than this.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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buckyalpine · 5 months

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Sub Bucky x reader

In my fucked up phase rn, That’s it, that’s the warning for this. Cause imagine behind closed doors, Bucky turns into a subby, babbling little baby for you, desperate for you to help get rid of that achy feeling between his legs, that special place you never let him play with.

“Baby boy” you purr, slinking over to the bed, your eyes raking up and down over his very naked body, his leaky cock making a mess all over his tummy. “Are you hard baby”

Bucky whimpered with a nod, squeezing his thighs together to give his balls some relief, gripping his cock tightly in his hand. He wanted to wait for you but he couldn’t, imagining you under the shower, water soaking your body, your delicious body wash covered in soapy bubbles. He tried to ignore the way the image made him leak but before he could stop himself, he’d thrown his clothes off to palm himself.

“Only naughty boys touch themselves baby, I told you, tell mommy to help you” You brushed your fingers through his soft locks, ignoring his needy pout, walking over to the bedside drawer and pulling out a silver chastity lock.

“What is it?” Bucky looked at your quizzically with wide puppy eyes, whining at the feeling of the cold metal touching his sensitive cock. He squirmed at the feeling, still trying to be good for you while you tapped his thigh to hold still.

“It’s to help you bubba” you coo, locking the cage in place, kissing his pouty face.

“Was I bad?” He looked down at his throbbing length, wishing he’d just waited for you instead just like you’d asked.

“Of course not baby, but I don’t want you hurting yourself, you gotta be gentle when you touch yourself there, right?”

“But-

“Shh, you’re my good boy, aren’t you?” You leave him high and dry, slinking off to the vanity and grabbing your body lotion, rubbing it between your palms before slathering it onto your skin.

It makes everything so much worse.

Imagine you find him whimpering and whining, playing himself through the cage, palming and tugging whatever he could touch. He lets out a frustrated huff, precum making his plush thighs sticky while start to lotion your breasts, smirking as you give them a squeeze making him nearly cry.

“What’s wrong baby”

“It’s too tight” Bucky whined, the head of his very pink cock and nearly bursting out with how hard he was. “Thingy is too big to fit, hurts mommy”

“Aww baby c’mhere” You decided to give into his neediness, your own cunt soaked and fluttering with how greedy and desperate he was. You took the key and unlocked the chastity cage, smirking at the whimper he let out, his cock instantly hard, the tip already wet.

“Mommy-

“Shh, you don’t want others to see how naughty you are baby” You grip the base of his cock, rolling his heavy balls in your hand, leaning over to flick your tongue over his slit making him moan, another spurt of precum dribbling out. “What have I said about your special place” You ask him softly while giving him long, languid strokes, loving the way his eyes roll back, trembling on the sheets.

“Only-only you can touch me”

“Good boy” You hum, jerking him off until he’s nearly in tears, making him hold it while you straddle him and impale yourself on his cock. He can barely control himself while you slam yourself up and down on him, struggling to keep his hips from moving, wanting to thrust up into you and cum for minutes on end.

“Fuck mommy!” He cries out, tears streaking his cheeks, pawing at your breasts as they bounce above his face, “I wanna cum, wanna cum so bad” Only you can make him lose it like this, only you’re allowed to make him feel good, all of his self-restraint slipping as you clench around him.

“Yeah baby? Wanna cum in mommy? Does your special place feel all tingly now?” you coo, reaching behind to tug his balls and his jaw falls open with he most guttural, primal moan he can muster, your hips riding him faster, “Go on sweet boy, you can cum, let mommy take care of that achy feeling baby, make yourself feel good”

He wails with pleasure as he starts to thrust up, only getting in two sloppy strokes before emptying himself in you, his cream covering his shaft and balls, dripping down his ass and onto the bed.

I’m driving myself feral with what would happen you caught him masturbating. He held off as long as he could, but he can’t get rid of the feeling and he needs to take care of it right now. He doesn’t care that you caught him while he was tugging at himself, one hand cupping his balls, pulling and palming them while the other strokes his cock. You shook your head disapprovingly but he can’t stop.

“But it was so hard mama” He pouts, spreading his legs further to show you, “See?” He bucks his hips up slightly for emphasis, giving you a shameless view of his heavy cock and balls and cute perky ass, “S’too full”

Just imagine his soft little squeals of pleasure when he lets go of all restrains and rubs himself all over your bed. His face is buried in your pillow, all clothes on the floor, his hips rolling and grinding on the mattress. He can only take so much, eventually shoving the pillow between his legs, humping himself like a puppy in heat till its soaked with cum. He loves how soft it feels on his dick, pressing it harder against him in different positions, his favorite being on his back while he holds it down and rubs himself on it.

He doesn’t stop until the sheets have to be changed.

“What did you do baby” You cocked an eyebrow, the scent of sex and his self pleasure making your body feel hot, ready to punish him until hes begging you to stop.

“I-I-” He struggles to meet your eye, caught with your pillow shoved between his legs, whining when you pull it again to reveal his spent cock, stick cum glistening all over his skin. “I didn’t mean to, my thingy had too much cum mommy”

“Aww, my baby’s special place was all tingly again?”

“So tingly, mommy, look” He spreads his legs for you again and it makes your belly clench each time. He was such a needy, horny little fuck, always ready to present himself to you, letting you play with his special place whenever you wanted. You coo at his apologetic pout, reaching over to give his soft cock a squeeze, loving the high pitched whine he lets out, now overly sensitive from his many orgasms. A steady dribble continues to weep from the tip and you lean over to take him in your mouth, making him shudder.

“Looks like you’re not empty yet baby” you continue to lick and tease him, milking him dry till there’s not a drop left-

I apologize but I did say this was my fucked up phase, so if you made it this far, this is on both of us.

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cosmicbucky · 7 months

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daisies and dances lead to heartfelt romances

summary: you offer to take bucky out a few times so he can practice what it's like to date in the modern world. unbeknownst to each other, both your offer and his acceptance have an ulterior motive

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 3845

part: one

warnings: minor swearing, fluff, tony is a dick with a hidden agenda, some angst, soft/shy/grumpy bucky, pet names/nicknames, unknown but mutual pining, oblivious idiots in love, sad bucky, mentions of bucky's struggles

a/n: this is planned to be at least two parts, maybe three.

big thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for encouraging and supporting me with this!!

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The compound was quiet, softly lit to guide your way to the kitchen. It was late in the night, but not too late that everyone was asleep. Your socked feet were silent on the cold floor, and as you made your way to the fridge you heard laughter coming from the main entertainment room. You smiled to yourself as you went to grab a bottle of juice, focusing in on the conversation being held.

"Come on man! You can't be serious," you heard Sam say, laughter clear in his voice.

"Just drop it, Sam," Bucky replied, warning clear in his voice.

The smile slipped from your face as you closed the fridge with a sigh. You knew that tone. It wasn't Bucky's patented 'my god these people are so annoying' tone. It was his 'the next person who says something is getting thrown into a wall' tone. Which meant he was actually upset over whatever the conversation was about. It was rare for him to really get worked up beyond his usual moody demeanor, and you couldn't help the worry that surged through you.

"Oh, no. No, no this is way too good to drop, Barnes," Tony chimed in with a laugh. You could just picture the smirk on his face, and your feet moved quickly to carry yourself towards the conversation.

Bucky noticed you approach from where he sat, and he sent you a pleading look. Please help me, his eyes screamed.

"Don't tell me you guys are picking on Bucky again," you said, trying to sound casual as you leaned against the wall.

"You mean grumpy mcgee over here? You bet your ass we are," Tony replied happily.

You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. "Why now?"

"This dude can't date to save his life!" Sam spoke up, overly amused about it.

Bucky sank further into the couch, crossing his arms over his chest as he zoned out to somewhere far away, and you felt a pang in your heart at the sight- how can such a large man manage to look so small; so defeated?

"You guys are roasting him because he hasn't been on a date yet?" you asked, your annoyance about it clear in your voice.

It may be a little strange, but you had always felt protective over Bucky. The team often ganged up on him, and besides Steve, you were his closest friend - the two of you took a little while to warm up to each other, but once the ice thawed the two of you were rarely seen without the other. Now, it's not to say you never joined in on teasing him - because you did, quite often - but you knew when to stop. Perhaps it was because he would open up to you about some of the things he felt insecure about during your moonlit talks, the two of you tucked safely under blankets or hidden away somewhere in the compound as you spoke what neither of you could say in the light of day. Or, maybe it was because you just knew him well enough to know whether a topic would upset him or not. Whatever the reason may be for it, you always knew what was okay to say and what wasn't. Bucky would never be able to say how much he appreciated you for that.

"Tinman's been on dates, didn't you know?" Tony asked, grinning at you mischievously. "He just blew them all."

You tried not to let the hurt show on your face. He's been on dates? God, of course he has, look at him.

"Okay, and? You've never had bad dates before?" you asked, letting the anger start to shine through. "Just leave him alone."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Awe, look at that. Mommy dearest to the rescue once again, huh, Barnes?"

You stood up straight as rage surged through you, opening your mouth to tell him where to go. Before you could, Bucky's voice rang out: "Watch your fucking mouth, Stark. Or I'll shut you up myself," he warned, voice eerily calm as he glared at Tony.

Bucky was never really one to speak up when others came at him, more or less just taking it with an eye roll, clenched jaw, or tight smile as they all had their fun. However, once the comments turned towards you, as they always seemed to if you were around (and let's be honest, how often were you not around?), he was quick on his feet to stop them in their tracks, making the room feel so tense that no one else said anything for fear the air around them would actually suffocate them if they opened their mouth.

"Here we go again," you heard Sam mutter to himself. "Alright, I'm out of here. See you guys later," he added, walking out of the room with his hands up in a display of surrender.

He gave you a knowing look as he walked out, ignoring your questioning gaze and instead giving you a loving pat on the shoulder as he passed by. With him now out of sight, you turn your attention back to Tony, waiting for what was to come next.

"Look, all I'm saying-" Tony started, waving his glass around emphatically - amber liquid on the verge of splashing everywhere.

"No one cares what you're saying, Tony," you interrupted, already exasperated from the interaction.

He held up his hand, pointing a finger at you. "Come on, princess. You really gonna take away my fun? Under my own roof?"

"Yes, I am. Can't you take a day off from being a complete dick to him? Just once? We've all seen this show before, Tony, and it always ends the same way," you said, walking further into the room to snatch the glass from his hand, glaring at him as you did so. "And don't call me princess," you seethed, slamming the glass down on the side table behind you.

You didn't want to hate Tony, in all honesty you truly did love him. At the end of the day he was your family, and family wasn't perfect. However, you couldn't keep down the small bubbles of hatred that boiled inside you whenever he started to target Bucky. You didn't see him as family when he waved his disdain for the soldier around like a kite in the wind; you just saw him as a rich douchebag picking on someone beneath him. You hated the way he treated Bucky, and you absolutely loathed the way he made Bucky's voice tremble ever so slightly with self doubt when he lays in your arms in the dead of night, recounting the things Tony said to him that keep him awake, that make old wounds reopen. You loved Tony, but his hatred for Bucky also made you hate him.

"No? Do you only like it when RoboCop calls you that?" Tony asked calmly, a malicious glint shining in his eyes, his smirk growing wider when he saw your expression.

You felt the blood rush to your face, recounting a few of the times that the name had slipped through Bucky's lips; though it was from the haze of sleep and moments of vulnerability, there were few memories you cherished more. "Go to sleep now, princess. I'll be here when you wake up." "Thank you for staying with me, princess." "You're safe now, princess."

"Yeah, I hear a lot of things around here that I probably shouldn't. Now, why don't you lighten up and let me say my piece, princess?" Tony continued with a grin, and it took everything in you to not smack it off his face.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," Bucky suddenly spat, making you jump slightly - he had fallen so silent you half forgot he was even there. The menace that dripped from his words sent a chill down your spine, and you sent one last glare at Tony before you glanced over your shoulder.

One look over at Bucky as he jumped from the couch told you he had never been more serious. His jaw was tight as his lips pressed together in a fine line, his fists clenched so tightly that the mechanisms in his left arm started to whir and the veins in his right arm shone prominently, his whole body tense as his chest heaved. He took two quick steps forward, but the second you raised your hand to his chest he stopped.

"Buck, it's alright," you said calmly. You knew it wasn't - you were angry, hurt, embarrassed, and a million other things; but you couldn't let Bucky in on that. You had to brush it all off so you could be the calm that Bucky needed in order to tame the never ending storm raging furiously inside him.

Bucky looked down at you with narrowed eyes, as if he didn't understand a word you said. "I'm supposed to just let him talk to you like that?"

If it weren't for the seriousness of the moment, you would have blushed from his words. Instead, you huffed and lightly shoved him away. "Yes, because you're feeding into exactly what he wants, Bucky. You know all he wants is to mess with you."

"Not true," Tony chimed in from behind you. "I want lots of things, pumpkin. In fact, one of those things is Pepper, so I'll be going now. And hey, when you and soldier boy here finally get married, just remember - I'm ordained."

You spared a glance in his direction just in time to see his shit-eating grin before he turned and sauntered happily out of the room.

"Can you two ever give me a fucking break?" you scolded, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Aw don't you start now, too," Bucky whined, tossing his head back slightly as he sighed, making his way back to the couch.

You sighed as well, following in his wake to plop down beside him. You didn't need to say anything, he took one look at you and knew the question that was already dancing on your tongue: what was it about this time?

"Look, it doesn't matter," he huffed out, slumping his shoulders as he looked down at his hands resting on his lap, wringing his fingers together.

“Come on, when have I ever let it go that easily?” you asked, nudging his shoulder.

He let out a humourless chuckle, the corners of his mouth flicking upwards for the briefest of moments as the memories of the countless times you two have been in this situation flashed through his mind.

You could see the turmoil on his face, and you knew he was trying to find a way to express what was going on, so you sat patiently and waited for him to find the proper words.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” he finally settled on, the words coming out in a rushed breath.

Before you could question him, he carried on with a frown, his brows knit together. “It was so much easier back then, you know? Flash a smile, go to the fair, wear the uniform, whatever. I never had to think about it, but now there’s- there’s just so much…. so much expectation. You bring flowers and you care too much, you don’t bring flowers and you don’t care enough. I-it’s like everything that I do, I should have done the opposite. I can’t get anything right.”

You sat in silence for a moment, his words bouncing around in your head. Each syllable he spoke fractured your heart until it was shattered into bits; but all you cared about as you looked at the broken man in front of you was putting him back together, hoping that your words and your comfort and your care would be enough to put together the delicate pieces of him - the pieces that broke off every time he doubted himself, every time he remembered his past, every time he did something wrong on a mission - the pieces that you picked up and kept safe inside of yourself until you had the chance to give them back to him, gluing them on with whispers of affirmation and promises that everything would be okay in time.

“You never mentioned any of this before,” you said tentatively, the unspoken words why did you keep this from me? hanging in the air. “Is this what they were teasing you about? Your struggle to figure out how to date again?”

He let out a huff of air as he slung his head back to rest against the back of the couch, shaking it lightly as he stared up at the ceiling, his jaw flexing with contemplation. “I didn’t want it to be a big deal, but then Jackass 1 and Jackass 2 found out and ran with it.”

“Okay, well.. walk me through it. Is there someone you want to take out on a date right now? Maybe I can give you some ideas,” you offered softly, the words tasting bitter in your mouth as you spoke them.

He groaned, running his hands over his face before smacking them back down on his legs, his palms dragging across the fabric covering his thighs for a few seconds; a habit, you noticed, that he often did when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “No,” he said flatly, biting down on his tongue to keep the words yes, my delicate little flower, I want to take you out on a date from tumbling out of his mouth.

“No?” you echoed, surprised by the response.

He nodded his head in confirmation. “No,” he repeated, looking at you. Taking in your expression, he carried on. “Like, no there isn’t anyone. I don’t- I didn’t even want to go on those dates, but… I couldn’t- I mean, I kinda just…. felt like I needed to."

There was so much he left unsaid at this moment. So much he wanted to say, needed to say - not only just to get it off his chest, but because he believed that you deserved to know. Every time he looked at you he had the burning desire to bare his soul to you, to tell you all the things he kept buried away in the deep recesses of his mind, locked away in a vault only you could open. He wanted to tell you that he still feels so out of place, that most days when he was out in this new world he suddenly resembled a child who was lost amongst a crowd of scary and unfamiliar things - desperately searching for something he recognized that he could cling to. He wanted to tell you that you were the familiar thing he found to cling to, that he carried you in his head and in his heart every time he was out; that when things got too overwhelming he closed his eyes and recalled the encouraging words you always told him, that when that wasn't enough he called you with some lame excuse just so he could ground himself with your voice - "Hey, doll. What was the name of that bakery you took me to the other week? I'm thinking of getting more of those cookies we liked." He had saved the bakery's location to his phone (something he knew how to do thanks to you) the second he saw how your eyes sparkled when you got there, just to make sure he could always find it and pick things up for you. "Hey, so, I just got yelled at because I walked by and ruined someone's… what the fuck was it? It has to do with a clock or something? Does that sound like something you know? Please tell me what the hell that is because I feel like I'm going insane." He knew what it was. He had downloaded the app after he witnessed how much it made you laugh, and he had an endless amount of saved videos that he thought you would like, but for some reason wasn't brave enough to show you. "Okay, I’m out shopping - and don't laugh because this is a serious question - do you think I would look good in pink?" He vividly remembered your words from a few months ago, when he was burritoed in your fuzzy pink blanket during movie night, and you told him so casually that he should start wearing pink because it complimented his eyes. He wanted to tell you that you were the only thing in this universe that could still the incessant maelstrom that was his mind. That when he was out on those dates the storm raged on more intensely than ever, but one look or word from you and everything was quiet; not even a trace of rain.

He wanted to tell you. But he didn't. He couldn't. He wouldn't. Oh, but he needed to-

"You wanted to try to fit in," your gentle voice pulled him from his thoughts, his head snapping to look at you. To see your eyes, full of understanding. To see your lips, pulled into a sad smile - but not one of pity, one that said all you wanted was to help him through yet another battle he was fighting with himself.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Yeah. I guess I just figured.. well, I don't know. Everyone kept saying how I needed to get out there. That dating was the next best step I could take to try and….. to- to understand how to live in this world better. I just wanted things to make sense again, but now I'm even more lost and confused than before I even went on those god damn dates."

You tried to keep your face even, to not let him see how sad it made you to hear the way his voice wavered when he told you what was going on. To not let him know that you sensed how small he was feeling, how even though his broad frame still shadowed you as you both sat there, he had never seemed so small.

"Well…. take me on a date," you suggested, not taking the time to even think about it.

Bucky swore the whole room started to spin. His mouth ran dry and his heart hammered so heavily in his chest that he was convinced you could hear it. He knew he heard you wrong, he wasn't lucky enough to have a girl like you. The world was cruel, and he knew that the one sliver of hope that he had for a truly blissful life would never be fully his. That one day it would leave him, just like everything else throughout the years, as you found yourself in the arms of someone else. He would never have you the way he wanted you, the way he needed you. He knew that. So he had to have misheard you. "Come again?"

Your whole face lit up when he asked this, and Bucky could feel himself coming undone. Your hands on his arm when you grabbed him in excitement suddenly felt so different than in the past. It used to feel warm, comforting, calming; but for some reason this time it sent a jolt of fire and electricity through him, and he never wanted to lose that feeling. He wanted to feel it again, feel it always, feel it forever.

“Yeah! Oh, it would be great, Buck! We can go on a few dates, and I can help you find your footing with it all before you get back out there,” you said excitedly. You purposely overinflated your smile so he wouldn’t see the way your lips faltered with the struggle of getting out the last part, diverting your gaze for the smallest of moments so he wouldn’t see the way your eyes dimmed with the thought of him being with someone else.

Bucky shifted where he sat, opening and closing his mouth a few times as his mind went into overdrive trying to think of a response. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to say yes, but then there was a small piece of him that knew it wouldn’t end well - the piece that knew how he truly felt about you, the piece that knew it would easily be tricked into thinking these dates actually meant something to you; because lord knows they would mean the world and more to him. Bucky wanted to say yes, but he knew he had to say no. He had to say no because it wouldn’t be fair to you - you were offering to help him and he would be taking advantage of your kindness, using it to get to see you in a light he’d never be able to otherwise. He had to say no because saying yes could ruin everything. He may not be able to go back to the way it was before these dates, too addicted to ever quit you. He had to say no, for your sake, because it was a selfless offer. Bucky, however, was selfish when it came to you.

“You know, doll… that may not be the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” he had said, giving you a lopsided smile. Your eyes lit up once more as you grinned at him, and no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure he couldn’t help but mirror your expression, feeling as giddy as he did the first time he was allowed to stay up late as a kid.

“Excellent choice, Barnes,” you said playfully. “I swear you won’t regret it, it’ll be really fun. Just you and me, no expectations.”

Bucky nodded, shifting his head to scratch his jaw so you wouldn’t see the light frown that danced across his lips for a moment. “No expectations,” he repeated, careful to keep his voice level. “I can work with that.”

“Good,” you said softly, nodding a little. “I’ll give you some time to think about it and plan something, and you can just let me know whenever you wanna go on date number one.”

He was silent for a minute, taking the time to carefully churn the words over in his mind before answering. He didn’t want to make it obvious, but he knew immediately what he wanted to do. How could he not? All he ever did was look for new things he thinks you’d like, find himself dreaming of where he’d take you if he ever got the chance. Sure, you guys have done lots of things together before - brunches, lunches, dinners, movie nights, events, parties; you name it. Though there was never any meaning with any of those, it was always just friends spending time together. How were either of you supposed to know you each wished they meant something more? Heaven forbid you two would actually say how you felt.

"No need," Bucky said, rising from the couch with a small chuckle, looking down at you with the smile he reserved only for you. The one that skillfully said everything and nothing all at once. “Lunch. Tomorrow.”

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Imagine Alpine waking up you and Bucky cause she’s hungry or she just wants attention from her mommy and daddy🥰🩵🩷

Just Like Her Dad

PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

WARNINGS: Extreme fluffiness (pun intended)

WORD COUNT: 364

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

The afternoon sun shines brightly through the open blinds, indicating the day is nearly half done. Bucky and you sleep in after staying up all night to watch the entire Hobbit series.

You feel Bucky wrapping an arm around your back pulling you close, and you nudge your nose against his chest inhaling his woodsy scent. You just lay in each other's arms, wanting to soak in the presence of the other.

Suddenly, a mass jumps on the bed. Then jumps on your side, and you let out an 'oof'.

Turning around, you see Bucky's white cat, Alpine. She chews on your covers and you start to chuckle.

"Aw, hello there baby," you pick her up and cuddle her close your chest. She purrs and rubs her head against your collarbone.

Bucky clears his throat, and opens his eyes to see the view in front of him. "Mornin' Alps," he rubs her chin, and Alpine moves away from Bucky and closer to you.

You both are in shock.

"Someone has a favourite," he grumbles and rubs his eyes, trying to wipe the sleep away. You laugh and coo and the little furball. "No she doesn't," you argue playfully, adjusting the little pink bow you tied on a small clump of her fur at the top of her head last night. Bucky looks at you with a look that just says 'are you kidding me?'.

"She doesn't!" You laugh harder and your grin windes, "Buck, I'm serious she doesn't like me more." Bucky turns and lies flat on the bed as he nods sarcastically, "sure."

Alpine purrs loudly and snuggles closer to your body, Bucky laughs and raises a brow at you, "see."

You shake your head and hug the cat closer, "Alpine, do you like me or you're Daddy more?" Alpine meows and licks at your jaw, pronoucing her choice.

You gasp while Bucky laughs, "I told you, she LOVES you more."

You shake your head as you laugh with Bucky, "well it just proves one thing." Bucky looks at you curiously, reaching over and starts to play with your hair lazily, "yeah?"

You hum and nod, "she's just like her dad." You wink at him.

💌💌💌

So fucking mad at Marvel, for not including Alpine in TFATWS.

Like besties, we were ROBBED.😩😩😩

LOVE THIS ASK, ALWAYS ON DECK FOR WRITING ALPINE.

Till' then,

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

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prompt 8 and 14 (shy readers first time) and moms bsf wanda

You Were Red and You Liked Me Because I Was Blue

Mom's bsf!Wanda Maximoff x shy!innocent!Romanoff!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, W calls herself Mommy, use of pet names, W fingers R

A/N: I worked on this all day while I didn't feel good and I have a killer headache at the moment so if I missed any warning I'm sorry. I can't think anymore.

The air was cold, without snow falling to distract you it felt unbearable to be waiting for your ride back home for break. Unfortunately you mom was off on a work trip until 3 days before Christmas so instead her best friend, Wanda would be picking you up.

Normally Wanda would have also been preoccupied this time of year, but since her and Vision finalized their divorce and custody of the boys, Vision would be getting them Christmas break first.

You couldn't imagine what that must be like for Wanda. Suddenly after 10 years of family tradition she was alone again and Wanda being alone was never a good thing. You'd known Wanda for a long time. After Natasha helped take down the red room she'd taken you, the youngest widow on the ship under her wing. The day you gained Natasha as a mom, you also gained an aunt Yelena. You had always heard stories of the famous Black Widow that got away and you'd seen Yelena training with others the greatest child assassin the world has ever known. Though you know her now as Auntie Lena who eats Mac and cheese straight out of the pot.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you see the familiar red subaru ascent. Wanda pulled up with a smile as you opened up the trunk to set your luggage in before quickly getting in the passenger seat with a shiver. Wanda pulled you into her arms, your body instantly heating from her contact.

“Hi sweetheart. How was the flight in?” She asked near your ear, making your heart skip a beat as you pulled back, trying to calm your body down.

“It was fine. Better than having you drive five hours to come grab me.” You told her as you put on your seat belt.

“I wouldn't have minded a 5 hour road trip with you sweet girl.” You bit the inside of your cheek at her words, choosing to stare out the window as she pulled away from the airport.

With Wanda's help you brought your luggage into the house and headed to your room to finally lie down and stretch out. The flight was only an hour and a half and the car ride back was about a half hour. You had barley acknowledged Wanda when she said about her starting on dinner instead choosing to go shower and clean yourself up.

You'd been told that even though you're an adult your mom wanted Wanda there with you. She said it was so you could keep an eye on the other. For Wanda it was so you'd stay out of trouble and for you it was to keep Wanda company. Natasha knew what it was like for Wanda to be alone.

What you and Natasha didn't know though was Wanda had fawned over you since she met you. When Natasha first introduced you and Yelena you always hid away. A little mouse making little to no noise as you moved. Even your thoughts were quiet to Wanda. It was something she found solace in around you. She knew what had happened to you and the other widows. Though you were next step of perfecting what Drekovy wanted out of the widows, total control they had perfected and for you, the only survivor of your age group, an enhanced super soldier serum. It gave you all the same enhancements as Steve and Bucky, but you stayed small, unassuming so no one ever saw you coming.

“Y/N! Dinner's ready sweet girl!” Wanda called up as you looked over yourself in the mirror, the scars lining your arms, shoulders, chest. They were everywhere.

You took the stairs two at a time, hair still damp, but Wanda's cooking smelt too good to keep her waiting. She looked up from moving things from the counter to the dining table. Natasha always used to have these ‘family meals’ where her parents, Yelena, Wanda, Vision, and the boys would come over. They stopped happening when Wanda and Vision decided to get the divorce. A smile was on Wanda's face,

“I made your favorite. Help me move it over to the table.” You happily helped out so the two of you could eat dinner together.

As Wanda was cleaning up and insisting that you go relax on the couch and get a movie ready you watched her from the couch, forgoing a movie and putting on The Office instead. You needed the background noise because to you your thoughts felt so loud that Wanda must be able to hear you if you didn't have something distracting her.

As she finished up and sat next to you she gave no indication of hearing your thoughts which she often did to those around her. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against her as if you were two magnets. You bit the corner of your lips trying to watch the show.

You knew Wanda was experienced obviously, she has twins. You on the other hand haven't even gotten the opportunity to kiss a girl or a boy or anyone because from the day you met Wanda all you ever wanted was her. You'd never tell her that though.

She was with Vision when you met her nearly 13 years ago. With everything that happened after that with Thanos and then defeating him without the loss of half the population you could just live life normally for the first time.

Wanda's hand found your thigh, rubbing gently as she watched the show, one the two of you have watched multiple times over the years. You enjoyed sitcoms like she did along with being introduced to reality TV which is just a guilty pleasure really.

“W-Wands…” your voice was barely a whisper and Wanda pretended not to hear you. Not even when you started squirming under her touch as her hand grew closer to your hot center. Her hand squeezed you as you let out a little whimper. “Wands…” you tried again, trying to be louder, but you couldn't. Once again your plea goes unacknowledged as her pinky brushes against your clit, your hands fly down to her wrist. She finally looks at you. You don't dare look at her.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She asks so innocently as if she has no idea what she's doing.

“W-Wands…I…you…” you fumble with your words. Her other hand reaches your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“What about us sweet girl?” You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. She pulls you onto her lap, her hands resting on your hips. “Just watch the show sweet girl. Let Mommy play.” You felt like fireworks went off in your stomach. Sure you'd heard the boys call Wanda Mommy and yeah you'd heard her call herself Mommy over the years, but never in the tone she just used and never directed at you.

You felt like everything on you was burning except for Wanda's hands that were always cold and clad in rings. You did as told keeping your eyes on the screen until you felt her hand push past your waistband. Your hands once again grabbing her wrist, not because you didn't want her to, you really wanted her too. You were nervous.

“W-Wands…I've never…” Wanda moved forward, tilting her head to look at you.

“Not ever at college?” She questioned. You shook your head.

“N-not even a kiss…” you admitted. Wanda's hand leaving your shorts and moving to your face.

“These precious lips haven't kissed anyone else?” You shook your head, “So I'll be your first?” She asked pulling you closer. All you could manage as your heart pounded was a soft ‘mhmm’ before her lips touched yours.

As her lips meet yours, it's a gentle yet electrifying sensation, sending waves of warmth cascading through you. Wanda's touch is tender, guiding you through this unfamiliar territory with ease and patience. With each fleeting moment, you feel yourself melting into her embrace, the world around you fading into the background.

When Wanda pulls back, there's a brief moment of hesitation, as if time itself is holding its breath. You find yourself lost in her gaze, a mixture of emotions swirling within you – anticipation, vulnerability, and a newfound courage. Slowly, a soft smile tugs at the corners of Wanda's lips, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.

With a gentle brush of her fingers against your cheek, Wanda whispers words of reassurance, her voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the room. And as you lean into her touch, a sense of peace settles within you.

The night carried on without Wanda trying to slip past your shorts instead she kept stealing kisses late into the night before deciding it was time for bed. It was when you moved you could feel just how wet you'd before and you freeze, your thighs smacking tightly together. Wanda stopped, a tug on your hand.

“What's wrong sweet girl?” She looked back at you, confusion etched on her face.

“It…its..icky…” you squirmed and Wanda smirked, taking two steps towards you.

“Don't worry my sweet girl,” she tilted your head up, “Mommy is going to take good care of you.” Her breath against your lip, her voice sweet and thick with her accent, the one you heard all those years ago. Your legs want to turn to jelly.

Wanda wasn't expecting you to stay quiet once her fingers slipped past your wet folds, but you did. Little breathy moans, small whimpers, tiny pleas fell past your lips as your face burned and your eyes screwed shut.

“Don't close your eyes Detka. Look at me.” You could only obey with her voice sounding the way it did. You looked at her, she smiled at you and only picked up her pace.

You squirmed and felt like you were going to burst as you whimpered and tried to get away, but she held you there. You tried closing your legs, but she held them open.

“Open your legs Detka. I wanna see you.” Her nails dug into your thigh.

“F-feels weird…” you squeaked out.

“You're gonna cum for Mommy it'll make you feel better. Go on. Let it happen.” As if your body was waiting on her word, that coil inside of you snapped. Your back arched as your eyes rolled back. “That's a good girl…Mommy’s good girl.” Her fingers slowed down before leaving you. Your eyes closed but soon enough Wanda was helping you sit up.

“Water sweet girl. Take a few sips.” You did as told, knowing Wanda always knew best. When she felt you had enough she tapped your cheek and you let go.

She helped you clean yourself up, the cool towel feeling nice against your hot skin and then into pajamas which only consisted of an old band t-shirt of Wanda's and a pair of your panties. As she got the two of you settled into your bed, holding you against her chest. Her fingers moved through your hair as your eyes began to flutter she spoke,

“We're going to have a lot of fun until your mom comes home.” You smiled against her skin. You almost hoped she wouldn't be home for Christmas if it meant more time playing like this with Wanda.

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