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i think giving us bucky w the pinterest hair at the end of thunderbolts* was the equivalent of giving your dog chocolate before putting it down

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I have this huge urge to write about someone I'm obsessed with in a movie or TV show. Like, so what if Wildchild came out in 2008? I want to write something about Freddie Kingsley. And I think that's okay.

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Hi there! Do you think you could do a Bucky x reader where the reader has had a tough day and is just mentally drained. To the point they try to hide their tears and he comforts them?

DEEPLY

Bucky X reader

I'm sorry it took me so long to write this to you. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: The reader keeps her emotions bottled up and when something explodes she doesn't want Bucky to see her breaking down.

I wrote this exactly when I felt like she did, all I wanted was a Bucky. English is not my first language, be kind!

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You were quiet when you walked in. Not your usual quiet — not the kind where you were tired after training or lost in thought.

This was the kind of quiet that hung heavy in the air, like a storm building behind your eyes.Bucky looked up from the book he’d been pretending to read for the past hour, and the moment he saw you, he knew.

“Hey,” he said softly from the couch. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer right away. You just kicked off your shoes a little too hard, set your keys down a little too fast, and mumbled, “Yeah, just tired.”

The same old lie.

He watched you carefully as you disappeared into the kitchen. He heard the fridge open. Then close. Cupboard open. Close. A beat of silence. Then nothing. No water running. No glass. Just… stillness.

That’s when he stood up.

When he found you, you were leaning against the counter, back to him, arms wrapped around yourself. And your shoulders were shaking just the tiniest bit.You didn’t want him to see it. You didn’t want to fall apart. Not tonight. Not again.But you didn’t hear him come in until his hand was gently touching your arm, his voice a low murmur behind you. “Sweetheart…”

You shook your head, blinking rapidly, swiping at your face before he could see. “I’m fine, Buck. I just— I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know,” he whispered. “You don’t have to.”

He turned you around slowly, gently, like he was afraid you might shatter — and maybe you were already halfway there.

Your eyes were glassy, lashes wet. You looked away fast, embarrassed.But he just cupped your cheek and tilted your face back to his. “Hey,” he whispered. “You don’t have to hide it. Not from me.”

That’s when your tears finally fell. One. Then another. Silent, but heavy. You didn’t sob, didn’t collapse, but you looked so exhausted — like life had just wrung you out.Bucky pulled you close, arms wrapping around you in that way that made everything else seem quieter. Your face pressed against his chest, and you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding.

“I’m just so tired,” you whispered. “Everything feels… too much.”

“I know,” he said gently.

“You’ve been carrying so much. Let me hold some of it for a while, okay?”

You nodded slowly, letting your body melt into his. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t offer forced advice. He just held you — like he meant it. Like you weren’t a burden. Like your pain wasn’t too much.And for the first time today… you let yourself believe it.

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NOTHING BETTER THAN REVENGE

Summary: The reader wants to show Pedro that he is the only one begging to cum.

warnings: same as the others, Fucking LIKE RABBITS. Get out of here if you don't like smut.

requests are open, I write anything!!!

Pedro had been cocky again.

All day.

Making those smug little comments.

Walking around shirtless like he didn’t know exactly what that did to you.

Touching you all the time. And worse? Acting like he was the one in charge.

So now?

Now you were going to show him what real control looked like.

He was lying on the bed — wrists tied loosely to the headboard with silk. Not tight enough to hurt.

Just tight enough to remind him: you own him tonight.And the worst part?

You hadn’t even touched his cock yet.

Just your fingers grazing his thighs.

Your mouth at his ear.

Your hips grinding just out of reach.

He was already hard. Red. Leaking.

You looked down at him with a wicked grin, one brow raised.

— Hmm… you’re not listening very well, papí. —

He groaned, shifting beneath you, hips twitching up for any friction.

You rolled your eyes like he was pathetic.

— What did I say about being good?—

— Fuck, baby, I’m trying, please—

— I just wanna touch you—

You let out a sharp, cruel laugh and slapped his thigh — not hard, but firm enough to make him gasp.

Then you leaned in, your lips brushing his ear, voice like satin-wrapped steel:

— Seems like you’re not old enough to missbehave…—

Your hand cupped his cock briefly.Just enough to make him buck.— …your dick keeps getting up like it has no manners. —

He whined. Actually whined.

Tried to reach for your hips, but the second he tugged on the restraints, you pulled back and sat up straight, crossing your arms.

— Ah-ah-ah.—

Your voice went ice cold.

— You don’t get to touch me.—

Pedro growled under his breath, eyes dark and furious — but the way his cock twitched said something else entirely.

— This is what you get for thinking you could fuck me three times and walk around like I wouldn’t take that personally. Silly —

You reached between your legs and slowly lowered yourself onto him — just the tip — then stopped.

His body arched.

He was throbbing. Desperate. Cursing in Spanish.

You moaned softly, pretending to enjoy it all for yourself.

— Mmm… I missed this.—

— You fucked me the day before yesterday old man. —

— I never get tired of you —

— Too bad, because you’re not allowed to come.—

Pedro’s mouth dropped open in disbelief.

— Baby, no no no no, please, let me come, I swear I’ll behave, I’ll be so fucking good, just let me—

— Shhh.—

You started riding him slow, hips moving in long, torturous rolls, hands in your own hair, not even looking at him.

Like he was just… a toy.

A cock.

A punishment.

He was panting now.

Trembling.

His arms strained against the restraints, but he didn’t dare disobey again.You came first — of course.

Loud.

Proud.

Fucking magnificent.

You dragged it out. Rubbed your clit right there on him, moaning shamelessly.

Soaking him.

And then? You stopped. Just like that.

Pulled off him.

Untied his wrists.

Grabbed your robe.

And walked out.

— Where are you going?! —

he shouted behind you, voice ragged.You looked over your shoulder and smirked:

— If your dick can’t behave, papí… it doesn’t get to finish.

Later That Night…You came back hours later — quiet, casual, wearing nothing but a silk slip.

Pedro was still lying there, hard, wrecked, frustrated.

He tried using his own hand, but nothing compared after you had already squeezed him with your sweet, hot pussy.

You climbed into bed, pulled back the covers, and laid next to him like nothing happened.

Then you rolled over, pressed your lips to his ear, and whispered:

— Now you can come.—

He nearly cried. He grabbed your waist and shoved his hard, weeping cock into your hole, he fucked you hard from the side like a needy rabbit, right next to your ear he moaned loudly,

— I'm going to shove fucking babies in you, darling—

grunting you moaned, grabbed the hair on the back of his neck and felt him lick the skin of your neck. — Cum inside of me, Pedro. Fuck. I'm obsessed with your dick —

— Oh baby, that's it. Fuck. Take all my cum. —

He groaned as he buried himself deep into your womb and made you shake with another orgasm.

— I love you.—

He murmured and kissed you softly before you both passed out.

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ROUNDS GAME

Summary: Pedro wants to show who's boss and so he fucks you in three different ways

Warnings: I told you, they fuck like rabbits, submissive reader, bossy Pedro.

requests are open, I write anything!!!

Shower 《 》 Revenge

It started that night. The second the lights went out and you curled up beside him, smug and satisfied, Pedro kissed your shoulder.

Softly.

Sweetly.

And then whispered in your ear:

— You think I forgot what you did in the shower?You didn’t even have time to answer.

The round 1 was Mouth-Fucking in the DarkBefore you could speak, he flipped you onto your back and straddled your chest, already hard again, eyes burning down at you in the dark.

— Open your mouth — he growled. You did and he slid his cock between your lips, no warning, no teasing.

— No hands. Just your throat.—

He fucked your mouth slow at first, then deeper, rougher, using your mouth like it belonged to him — because it did. Your lips were slick, spit dripping down your chin as he held your head in place, hips thrusting forward, groaning low.

— This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To make me lose control?— He shoved in deep. Your nose pressed to his skin and you moaned, eyes rolled back.

— That’s it, baby. Choke on it.— He didn’t stop until your throat was raw and your jaw ached — until you were gasping, lips swollen and ruined, and he pulled out, panting.

— That was just warm-up.—

The round 2 had your hands tied, legs open and an hour later — when you thought he’d fall asleep. Instead, he pulled a silk tie from his drawer, rolled you onto your stomach, and tied your hands behind your back again.

— Don’t make a sound — he warned.

He spread your legs, bent you over the edge of the bed, and slid inside you slow — painfully slow — stretching you, filling you, pulling out just to push back in deeper.

But the teasing didn’t last.

He fucked you hard, one hand gripping your hip, the other slapping your ass.

— Is this how you imagined me in the Vanity Fair video? — he snarled. — These hands ruining your pussy?— You couldn’t answer, not with how deep he was, how relentless.

He spanked you again. Again.

— Tell me.—

— Yes, Pedro — you cried out. — I imagined it. I imagined your fingers and your cock—

— Then take it, baby.—

He slammed into you until the bed shook, until you collapsed forward, legs trembling, body aching — and only then did he untie your wrists and pull you into his chest.

But he wasn’t done.

The round 3 involved a mirror. Chair. Breakdown.

The final round came just before sunrise.

He dragged the armchair from the corner in front of the mirror.

Sat down.

Then pulled you naked onto his lap, facing your reflection.— Look. Watch yourself. Que chica tan hermosa para mi, con mi polla profundamente dentro de ti, quieres que me corra dentro de ti amor?—

His cock slid inside you from below, thick and deep, his arms holding you in place.

— You want to be in control? Ride me. You tried — hips rolling slowly but he grabbed your throat with one hand and slammed up into you, hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.

— No. Let me. Let me show you what happens when you fuck me in the shower and leave me begging for your neddy pussy.— He used you.

He bounced you on his cock, dragging moans from your throat, fingers pressing into your jaw, your waist, your thighs — leaving marks you wouldn’t be able to hide.

— Look at you, princesa. Look what you become for me.— You watched yourself break, mouth open, sweat glistening, tears clinging to your lashes as he fucked you apart.

He made you come so hard your legs gave out.

Twice.

He didn’t stop until your body was limp in his arms and your voice was hoarse from moaning his name like a prayer.

And when he finally carried you to bed, tucking you into his chest, his voice was soft again.Almost sweet.

— Still wanna tease me, amor?—

You didn’t answer.You couldn’t.But your smile said everything.

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BATH BREAK

Summary: The reader wants to please Pedro before leaving home.

Warnings: blow job, couple without restraint, they fuck like rabbits, short, bad writing, bullshit, love this and hate it

requests are open, I write anything!!!

Morning 《 》 rounds game

Pedro stood under the stream of hot water, eyes closed, trying to pull himself back together. His arms were braced against the shower tiles, steam rising around him as he breathed deep through his nose.

A quick rinse. That was the plan.

His thighs were still sore from the way you rode him earlier, and the ghost of your nails was still carved into his shoulders.

But of course, you had zero intention of letting him recover.

You stepped into the shower quietly, barefoot, naked, your skin already glistening with steam by the time you slid in behind him. You let your hands glide up his back slowly, just grazing.

He tensed.

— Baby… — he said without turning. — We alread—

You leaned forward and kissed between his shoulder blades, then lower, letting your lips graze the curve of his spine.

— You said this was going to be a quick shower.— —It was. It is. — he said, voice already wavering. — We’ve got shit to do, remember?—

You let your hand slide around his waist, trailing lower, until your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock — already twitching to life.

— Doesn’t feel very quick to me.— He cursed under his breath, bowing his head as you began to stroke him slowly under the water, your body pressed to his back, warm and wet.— Fuck, cariño…—

— Thought you said you needed recovery time — you whispered in his ear, licking the shell of it. — You wanna tap out, baby? Or are you gonna let me take care of you?— He turned fast, one hand grabbing your hip, the other your face, holding your eyes with that heat that always made your knees weak.

— You’re playing with fire — he warned, voice low. You smirked.

— Then burn me.— Before he could say anything else, you dropped to your knees right there in the shower, the warm water cascading over your back, soaking your hair, your lashes — and you looked up at him, tongue sliding slowly across your bottom lip. Pedro gritted his teeth, his hand reaching instinctively for your hair.

— Jesus fucking Christ…— You didn’t wait. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, slow at first — gentle, teasing — but then deeper, taking him down your throat inch by inch. You felt his legs tremble under your hands as you gripped his thighs for balance.

— Fuck, baby, just like that… — he groaned, his voice raw, full of desperation.

You set the pace — slow, deliberate sucks that had him twitching in your mouth, his hand tightening in your hair but never forcing. Just holding on. You pulled back only long enough to pant: — I want you to come in my mouth. Can you do that for me?—

— You’re gonna kill me — he whispered, eyes shut.— No, baby. I’m gonna ruin you.—

You swallowed him again, deeper this time. Faster. His abs flexed under your palms as his body started to shake.

— Shit, I’m gonna— And he did.

With a growl that echoed in the tile, hips jerking forward, hand tangled in your wet hair, he spilled into your mouth as you moaned around him, taking everything he gave you. You stayed there until he twitched, sensitive, pulling you gently off with a shaky breath.

You stood slowly, licking your lips, smug as hell.

— Still think this was gonna be a quick shower?—Pedro pulled you to him, kissing you so hard it stole your breath, his hands running down your back, gripping your ass with a growl.

— You’re officially not allowed to call me the filthy one anymore.—

— Oh, but I am the filthy one, baby. I just know how to act innocent until I’m on my knees.—

He bit his lip, looking you up and down.

— You're marrying me just to destroy me, aren’t you?—

You grinned.

— Exactly—

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BREAKFAST

Summary: Pedro wants more from the reader since he knows how horny she was with the Venety Fair post of him.

Warning: Sex, riding, dirty mouth. If you are not comfortable with this, do not read. Bad writing. English is not my first language, be kind. 🙏

requests are open, I write anything!!!

Start 《 》 Shower heree

The morning light filtered through the curtains, golden and soft — the complete opposite of the way Pedro was looking at you.

You’d barely moved, still lying on your stomach, one leg bent lazily at the knee, your ass peeking out from under the hem of one of his t-shirts.

And he was just… watching. One arm under his head, the other lazily stroking down your spine, fingers tracing invisible lines over your skin.

— You slept like a baby — he murmured.You didn’t respond. You were too relaxed, too warm. But your body arched just slightly into his touch.

That was all the encouragement he needed.He leaned in, brushing his lips over the curve of your ass, then lower, letting his fingers slide under the shirt to grip your hip. His voice dropped:

— I can’t stop thinking about you in that chair.You smirked into the pillow.—

— I wasn’t even doing anything.—

— You were dripping all over me. Moaning my name like I was the only thought in your head. —

He moved behind you now, the heat of his body pressing against your thighs.

— That video fucked you up, didn’t it?—

You let out a breath.— You already know it did.—

— I know. — He nipped your thigh. — But I want you to say it again. I want you to tell me exactly what you imagined when you watched it. —

You lifted your head just slightly, looking over your shoulder at him.

— I imagined those fingers pulling my panties to the side. Just like you did. You moved them like that on camera — teasing — but in my head, you were already inside me.—

Pedro’s jaw tensed. His hand slid between your thighs, fingers trailing through your slick heat, already wet again just from the memory.

— You were watching that in this room. Touching yourself?—

You nodded slowly.

— And pretending it was your hand. Pretending you were behind me, whispering exactly what you’re saying now.—

He groaned, low and dark.

— Get on top.—

You didn’t hesitate. You turned, climbing into his lap, straddling his hips — his cock already hard and heavy beneath you. He leaned back against the pillows, watching you with hungry eyes.

— You gonna ride it the way you did in your head?—You reached between your bodies, lining him up, and whispered:

— No, Pedrito. I’m gonna ride it worse.—

And you sank down all at once, making him curse out loud.His hands gripped your hips so tight it bordered on bruising, and you moved — slow, deep, grinding down until your clit rubbed perfectly against his pubic bone.

— Fuck, perra caliente … — he hissed. — Look at you. Look at how filthy you are for me. —

You didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.You rode him like a fantasy. Like the version of yourself from the night before — the one that had been dripping just from the sight of his hands.And he let you take control, until he couldn’t anymore. Until he sat up, wrapped one arm around your back, and fucked up into you, hard and desperate.

— You wanted this, didn’t you? — he growled in your ear. — You wanted to come on my cock the same way you came on my fingers. That’s what you pictured.—

You could barely answer, choking on moans as the pleasure built again — fast, intense, overwhelming.

— Say it — he demanded.— Tell me this cock is better than your imagination.—

— It’s better — you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.— It’s so fucking better, ugh, please—

You came shaking, again, hard, falling forward into his chest as he cursed, grunted, and spilled inside you with one last deep thrust.

Silence. Only heavy breathing. Sweat. Kisses against your neck.

And then his voice, soft and teasing:

— So… still wanna be the big spoon?—

You laughed, breathless, sinking into his chest.

— Not if I get to start the day like that.—

He smirked, tucking you close, possessive even in his exhaustion.

— Good. Because I like waking up with my cock in my little spoon. —

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Hi, do you think you could write something for Pedro again? No worries if not :)

ofccc i cann! I'm sorry for the time it took me to answer you, I got caught up in work and I was uncreative. I hope you like it!

FINGERS TOUCHING MY MIND

Summary: The reader needs to work, but the video that Vanity Fair published won't leave his head, nor the way Pedro moves his fingers in it.

Warnings: This is a little dirty ( not really because I don't know what the person wanted exactly). Bad writing, English is not my first language—be gentle🙏. I made some really dirty sequels to this, it will be linked at the end of this if u had any interest

requests are open, I write anything!!!

next morning heree

There you were. You almost felt like your breath had been taken from you — or maybe your self-control. You didn’t care what the internet was saying. You didn’t care about the rumors that Dakota had fallen for Pedro now that she was single.You trusted your boyfriend — now fiancé. But you still lost yourself in your own head every time you saw him in an interview. And he had no idea what he did to you — maybe a litlle, yeah.

That’s why you were sitting there, completely distracted from your work. The bridal gown you were supposed to deliver by Thursday — and it was already Tuesday — was still just a sketch.

No fabrics chosen.

No silhouette.

No veil design.

Nothing.

Just one problem:The Vanity Fair video.

Pedro in a suit. Pedro in a white shirt. Pedro with that devastating smile. Pedro crawling onto a bed with no pants, and all you could focus on were those thick, muscular thighs — the same ones you’d ridden more than once — and his gorgeous hands gripping his face.

And then he sat in a chair, and started moving his fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Exactly the way he did when he wanted to wreck you.It made you insane. Restless.

The heat between your legs was maddening.

— God damn it… — you muttered, dropping your phone in one hand and the pencil in the other.

— Babe? — Pedro’s voice came from the doorway.

You didn’t look up.

He walked into the room, damp hair tousled, wearing just a tight black shirt and sweatpants. His eyes landed on you — and he knew.

He could see it.

— You’re restless. — he said softly, standing behind you.

— You’re ruining my productivity, Pedro —

you muttered.

He chuckled low in his throat and leaned down to kiss your temple. Then he slipped his hands under your arms and gently pulled you up from your seat.

Before you could ask what he was doing, he sat down in the chair himself and pulled you right back onto his lap, facing forward — your ass pressed directly against the growing bulge in his pants.You gasped.

— Pedro...—

— Just let me help you focus —

he whispered into your neck.

His hands gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place. He rolled his hips up just once — slow, intentional — letting you feel just how hard he was beneath you.

Your body reacted immediately.

That pulsing heat surged again between your thighs.

His hands slid up your skirt, thumbs brushing along your inner thighs. You should’ve told him to stop. You should’ve gotten back to work.Instead, you pressed yourself against him with a soft whimper.

— I should be finishing the sketch — you breathed.— Then do it. — he whispered, hooking a finger under your panties and sliding them to the side.

— Show me how creative you can be with my fingers inside you.

Two fingers slid into your soaked entrance, and you nearly collapsed forward, grabbing his shoulders for support.

— Fuck, Pedro...—

— Is this what you were thinking about? — he growled. — These fingers, the way I moved them in the video? You imagined them fucking you, didn’t you?You couldn’t even lie.He curled them just right, his thumb rubbing lazy, perfect circles over your clit.

— Jesus fucking Christ, Pedro—

— No, baby. Just Pedro — he said, licking your neck.His pace increased. Deep, controlled strokes. His other hand held your hip, guiding your movement against him.— Go on — he whispered. — Be a good girl. Come on my fingers for real this time.—

You shattered with a moan, your body shaking on top of him as he kept whispering filth in your ear, holding you close, kissing your shoulder as the waves of pleasure faded.

Later, lying together in bed — completely spent — he curled around you from behind, his arm around your waist, his chest warm against your back.The ultimate big spoon.You smiled into the dark.

— Can I ask you something?—

— Anything — he mumbled sleepily.

— Can I be the big spoon sometimes?—

Pedro chuckled, kissing the back of your neck.

— You can be anything you want, baby.— He pulled you closer.— But you’re the only one who gets to be my little spoon.— And the only one who gets ruined by a fucking Vanity Fair

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Hi! Since you take requests, can you do one with Bucky x type1diabetic reader? It can be about whatever. Of course, if you are comfortable writing it. Thank you and I hope you have a great day/night!!

SUGAR SOLDIER

Summary: The reader is stubborn and Bucky, even though he doesn't admit it, pays more attention to her than he would like.

Thank you for the request and I hope I don't disappoint whoever made this request.

Requests are still open whenever you want.

Bucky didn’t know much about Type 1 diabetes. In fact, he didn’t know anything. But the moment he saw you nearly pass out during training, he made it his mission to learn everything—fast.

From that day on, he started carrying a juice box in the pocket of his jacket.

“You trying to spoil me, Barnes?” you teased, raising an eyebrow as he handed it over without a word.

“Just making sure you don’t faint again. I don’t get paid to carry anyone around,” he muttered, eyes avoiding yours—but the flush on his neck said enough.After that, he learned how to count carbs better than you.

He noticed the signs—shaky hands, snappy tone, your stubborn silence. Even when you tried to hide it, Bucky saw it all.

“Your blood sugar’s low, isn’t it?”

“How do you know?”

“You get extra stubborn when it drops. More than usual, I mean.”

And you knew he was right. Not that you’d admit it out loud.The next mission, when you had a hypoglycemic episode in the middle of the night, it was Bucky who stayed awake beside you. He set an alarm to go off every hour,

“because if you pass out, I’ll have to throw you over my shoulder and that’s humiliating for both of us,” he grumbled.

That night, he handed you a crinkled pack of candy he’d found at a half-destroyed gas station.

“Thought it might help. Or just taste good.”

“You’re such a sweetheart.”

“I’m the Winter Soldier.”

“Yeah. A Winter Soldier with sugar in his pocket.”

He rolled his eyes. But he didn’t let go of your hand.---But affection and control didn’t always walk hand in hand. You were still stubborn—especially when it came to proving you could handle everything on your own.

The mission in Romania was a mess. Cold, long, exhausting. You were irritated—at the world, the mission, and Bucky trailing behind you like an overprotective bodyguard.

“You should’ve waited for backup!”

“And you should trust me!”

“It’s hard to trust you when you forget to treat your blood sugar!”

You spun on your heel, glaring.

“Oh please, Barnes. I didn’t eat a granola bar and now I’m suddenly a liability?”

“You’re pale. You’re sweating. You’re shaking.”

“It’s cold. It’s stress. I’m fine.”

Bucky clenched his jaw.

“You’re being reckless. This isn’t just about you. If you collapse out here, I—”

“You what, Bucky? Gonna carry me? You’ve done it before. Stop acting like I’m fragile just because I have diabetes. I know what I’m doing!”

But before he could snap back, the world tilted.The trees spun. The ground disappeared. Your body went cold and limp.And then—nothing.

Waking up felt like swimming up from the bottom of a frozen lake.You heard the generator’s low hum first. Then the wind outside. And then his voice—rough, low, and shaky.

“You’ve gotta stop playing with your life like this.”

Your eyes fluttered open.You were lying on an emergency blanket in a rundown cabin. Bucky was next to you, crouched low, his hand wrapped tightly around yours.

“You tested my blood sugar?” you whispered.

“Yeah. You were at 39. I gave you juice, then tabs. I… I thought I was losing you.”

You tried to sit up, but he gently held your shoulder.

“Lie back. You’re still stabilizing.”

Silence stretched between you. Finally, you sighed.

“I’m sorry, Bucky. I just… I hate it when people act like I can’t handle it. Like I’m broken or something.”

“I don’t think that,” he said quietly.

“I trust you. But I also care about you.”

He looked away, jaw tight.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me.”

Your throat tightened.

“I’ve gotten used to hiding how I feel. Most people treat me differently once they know. Like I’m a burden.”

“Then let me be the exception.”

You reached out, your fingers trembling. He caught your hand immediately, firm and warm.

“Are you forgiving me?” you whispered.

“Only if you promise to let me take care of you… sometimes.”

You smiled faintly.

“Fine. But only if you keep carrying those juice boxes.”

He smirked—that rare crooked smile that made your chest ache.Before you could say anything else, he leaned in. Slowly, carefully. Like he wasn’t sure you’d let him.

But you didn’t pull away.

His nose brushed yours. His metal hand rested lightly on your waist, gentle despite the strength behind it. And the kiss……was everything you imagined Bucky Barnes would be. Firm, intense, and full of feelings he didn’t know how to say out loud.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re my sugar,” he murmured.

“Careful,” you breathed, smiling, “with that nickname and that kiss, I’m gonna need insulin now.”

He laughed—a real, soft, rare sound.And in that quiet space, with your heart still fluttering and your blood sugar finally rising, you knew:

Life might always come with highs and lows. But with Bucky……you’d never face it alone again.

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ALL MY WORKS

ART DONALDSON

CARMEN BERZATTO

PHILL WENNECK

DEAN WINCHESTER

LUKE PATERSON

NEGAN SMITH

MATHEO RIDDLE

THEODORE NOTT

PEDRO PASCAL

BUCKY BARNES

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MASTER LIST

ART DONALDSON

DUBLES

Tashi and you meet Patrick and Art in their room

TENNIS CLASSES

Art gives you tennis lessons, and more than that

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LISTA MESTRE

CARMEN BERZATTO

WARMING UP

Carmen arrives home, neddy, and warms his cock on you

GIRLFRIEND

You show up at the restaurant opening and Carmen is freaking out

WILDFLOWER

Carmen compares you to Clare

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LISTA MESTRE

PHILL WENNECK

DOCKED

Phil gets into trouble when what was supposed to be a one night stand turns up at a friends' barbecue.

BACHELOT PARTY

Phil gets into trouble when his girlfriend finds out about the bachelor party he was planning on going to.

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LISTA MESTRE

DEAN WINTCHESTER

NAPS

When you and Dean take a nap together your vision changes

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MASTER LIST

NEGAN SMITH

LADRÃO QUENTE

When Negan finds out who was robbing him, his pants tighten as he remembers what a sweet little thing you were.

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MASTER LIST

MATTHEO RIDDLE

BRINGING BACK FROM DEATH

You take a poisoned potion

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MASTER LIST

THEODORE NOTT

STORM

Theo has trouble sleeping in thunderstorms.

JEALOUS

Best friends who don't know how to feel their feelings

JEALOUS part 2

JEALOUS part 3

HATED

Theo wants your attention, even if that means acting like a jerk

ESCAPE

Theo takes you out of Voldemort's hands

PASSED OUT

After a party you disappear and only appear in the bed of a certain Riddle. Theo is not very happy about this.

FIVE DAYS

In an arranged marriage, Theo and you hate each other.

LONELINESS

After a figth, you spend Christmas alone in the castle.

PASSING LONELINESS part 2

HARD DICK...OR THREE

A rumor is spreading around Hogwarts, but maybe it's not such a lie. ( Mattheo, Theodore and Draco )

THREE AT ONCE part 2