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[peaches1958]

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Moment Of Weakness: Chapter Eighteen

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence, kidnapping, faking a pregnancy.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Note: I just wanted to remind everyone who reads this, there are heavy moments of cheating/having an affair in this story. You might not agree with the actions of "reader" or Bucky but it does pertain to the storyline. If anyone is interested, tags are open for this! Just send me a message or comment!

There is smut in this chapter: protected p in v, spanking, slight degradation, and oral with male receiving,

Tags: @cjand10 @generalmoonpolice @sapphirebarnes @baw1066 @nameless-ken @minami97

His moans sounded like a perfectly conducted orchestra to my ears, a gentle melody that brought goosebumps to my skin as I moved my head up and down. The slow, meticulous pace made Bucky grab a fist full of my hair with his vibranium fingers and did his best to urge me faster. I placed my own hand on his bare stomach, the hairs from his happy trail tickling my palm, and I patted the skin there in a silent way to say all in due time, love.

Bucky hissed in agony, the tip of his cock pushing further down my throat. I moaned against his shaft, the vibrations from the low ruble made his head fall back onto the pillow, lips parting in ecstasy. 

“You’re so good at that, doll,” Bucky praised. 

I clenched my walls together, not wanting to finish before he even had the chance to touch me. 

My lips were slick and swollen with my own saliva and his precum and when our eyes met, I saw how blown his once blue eyes were, the lust clouded his vision. Tonight was all about him, pleasing him in any way he wanted and all he asked for was one thing. 

“I want to fuck that pretty little mouth,” he groaned against my ear, his lips nibbling on the skin. 

We were at work earlier today when he snuck up behind while I was in the supplies closet, looking for more pens. While he had his arms wrapped around me, his hard cock pressed into the roundness of my ass. When I leaned into him, he hissed out a low moan. 

“Doll, if you don’t stop I’m going to fuck you right here in this closet.” 

I didn’t so he did. 

It was incredibly hard to keep quiet so neither Steve or Sam heard us, their office right on the other side of the wall. Bucky’s cock pounding into me from behind, my velvet walls clenching around him as I grasped for anything I could. A loud moan crawled its way from my throat as I spasmed my climax all over him which made Bucky cover my mouth with his vibranium hand. 

“Quiet, Y/N. You need to keep that mouth shut otherwise they’ll hear you,” Bucky demanded with a slap to my bare ass. “Unless that turns you on, letting others hear how good I’m fucking this tight pussy.” 

A tight tug of my hair brought me back to now and Bucky’s hips raised up off of the bed as his gut tightened. His lips fell open and with the way his breathing became erratic, I knew he was close. 

I flattened my tongue underneath the length of him and took the amount that couldn’t fit in my mouth in my hand and began to move both at a crazed pace. 

“So close,” he breathed. 

I gave his ass a squeeze to urge him on and soon felt his hot liquid shoot to the back of my throat, his groans of release echoing throughout my bedroom. 

“Oh, Y/N.” 

My name falling from his lips made my shutter in desire, wanting to hear him say it just like that for the rest of my life. 

With a pop, I released his cock from the confines of my mouth and sloppy kissed my way up from his stomach all the way to his lips where he tasted himself on my tongue. As we pulled away, Bucky quickly had me on my back and raised my leg over his back, opening up my cunt to him. 

I rummaged through my bedside table and handed him a condom, which he put on with an attractive quickness. 

“Ready?” He raised a brow at me. 

Bucky got his answer by me pulling him down for a kiss, my tongue reaching every crevice and lips catching between his teeth, undoubtedly making them swollen tomorrow. 

A slow, dragging in motion of his hips and Bucky was inside of me, my pussy quickly adjusting to his size. Both of us moaning at the familiar feeling but yet new as the first time. 

“Oh fuck,” my eyes fluttered shut with pure bliss. 

His hips were moving at a slow pace, almost as payback for my actions earlier, and I crawled at his back desperately needing his hips slapping against me. 

“Bucky,” I whined. “Please, I can’t take it this slow.” 

He buried his cock deep within me, the tip touching all new territories, and pressed his forehead against my chest. The smell of his shampoo filled my senses and I smiled at the familiarity it was starting to become. 

Cedarwood. 

“It’s so good. I can’t get enough of it,” Bucky admitted with a grunt. 

I snuck a hand between us where we met and pressed a thumb to the sensitive clit, tracing it in circles. 

He watched with dark eyes. “You’re so needy, doll. Did you not get enough earlier?” 

“Never,” I panted. 

Bucky began to move a bit faster now although not at the pace I would have loved. 

“I never want to forget this,” he groaned, dragging his cock almost all the way out before burying it deep within me again. 

He continued this for quite awhile. 

I raised my hips off the bed, hoping the new position would hit the exact spot I needed. My fingers on my bud and his cock moving at this god awful pace wasn’t enough to scratch that itch. 

Cool, vibranium fingers started to massage my left breast, tweaking my nipple between them. 

That. That's what I needed for the coil in my lower abdomen to heat up, arousal filling my veins. 

“That’s my girl,” Bucky cooed when he felt my walls starting to clench and unclench, my orgasm so close. 

I stammered, trying to find the words to say, but nothing came out so instead my teeth scraped and nibbled at the skin of his neck. I did my best not to leave a mark but with the sudden fast pace from Bucky, I bit down hard and brought the skin between my teeth. 

He hissed in glory, the pain turning him on even more. Both of his hands cupped my face and as we stared into each other's eyes, my heart jumped into my throat when I noticed how he looked at me. The glimmer in his blue eyes returned for a moment, lips reaching the corners of his eyes in a smile. 

“What?” I asked, breathless. 

He caught my lips in a gentle kiss. “You’re beautiful, doll.” 

His words were the last thing I needed to spasm underneath him, hands grasping at the bedsheets while he dragged out my orgasm from me, his own spilling into the condom. Bucky rested his forehead against my chest as we laid there for a few moments, coming down from the shared high, and once our breaths were steady and even, he collapsed next to me.

His hand found my face and as mine covered it, we shared a tender kiss. 

Bucky brought the covers up and over our bodies, the wind from my open window now blanketing us in a bitter chill. 

“Hey, Bucky?” I spoke after some time of quietness. 

“Hm?” 

There had been something bothering me all day, or for the last few days really. Since I realized I was being followed. There was never a great time to bring it up to him, especially after what we went through a bit ago, but I couldn’t ignore the thoughts any longer. 

My finger traced up and down his stomach. “How well do Clint and Natasha know each other?” 

Bucky’s body tensed under my touch for a moment, eyes staring down at me. “Are you sure you want to talk about this now?” 

“I can’t get over this feeling and I need your opinion on it,” I admitted with a sigh. 

It didn’t make sense to me how now, all of a sudden, Clint had me in his cross-hairs while Natasha’s calls to Bucky when he was here became more persistent. 

He turned on his side to give me his full attention and nodded, wrapping my leg over him. The tip of his cock brushed against the inside of my thigh. 

“Why did you drag Natasha out of his house that night?” 

Bucky sighed. “I never trusted him around her. They basically grew up together and were really good friends before her and I got married. They have this joke about something happening in Budapest but she doesn’t tell me when I ask.”

“Clint was showing off these new arrows that when they pierce someone, it injects some kind of serum or poison into them. I didn’t want Natasha around that,” he admitted. 

“Oh,” I muttered. 

Bucky lifted my chin up towards him. “I won’t let Clint hurt you, doll.” 

“You don’t think-.” 

My question was halted by Bucky’s phone ringing and neither of us had to look to see who was calling. She always called as soon as we were done, almost as if she knew. 

Bucky reached over me, leaving a fast kiss on my shoulder, before answering his phone. 

“Hey sweetheart.” 

My heart dropped, hearing him call her that, and Bucky noticed so as he pulled the phone away from him, he gave me a mind bending kiss. 

“Sorry, yeah,” Bucky brought the phone back after hearing her yell for him. 

As he listened to her rage about something, he dragged his finger up and down my bare back. I eased into him and placed a few chaste kisses over his chest and over the scars on his shoulder. 

I found myself loving them and wanting to let Bucky know that I didn’t mind them. 

“I’ll be home soon, I got caught up at Steve’s.” 

The way he lied with such ease scared me and made me wonder if he was still lying about something to me. 

“Yeah, see you soon.” 

Bucky ended the call and went to speak but I cut him off by kissing his lips. 

“Don’t go,” I begged while wrapping my arms around him. 

“I’m sorry, doll. I have too,” Bucky sighed. 

“You don’t. You can stay, just tell her that you decided to stay the night at Steve’s,” I suggested. 

I was the first to admit that I did not like having to beg for him to stay but at this moment, I truly did not want him to leave. 

“We have to deal with this for a few more weeks. By then Matt will have the papers ready to serve Natasha. Then I can stay over as long as you’d have me,” Bucky brushed his lips over my forehead. 

I buried my face into his chest, savoring his scent for a few more minutes before he had to leave, and muttered into his chest. 

“I’d have you stay forever if I could.”

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Wonderful

Behind the scenes

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A cute little drabble

No one else

Summary: You see Price again for the first time after he went on mission…and after you slept with him months ago

Content Warning: mentions of smut, angst, age gap

Pairing: John Price x reader (NO GENDER/LOOKS SPECIFIED)

A/N: short, sweet and angsty, folks! this has been in my drafts for a looooong time, enjoy <3

Word Count: 1100+

“I…I haven’t...been...with anyone else, you know?”

“What?”, He looked down at you, your head resting on his sticky chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Since you left…I uhm….I haven’t slept with anyone else.”

It had been months since you last saw him.

You and John had been friends for years. Sure, he was a little older than you, but you never cared. He was handsome and smart and kind and he always knew what to do.

He was the one you called when your car broke down on the side of the road. The one who took you for a drink after a long day at work.

And last summer, he suddenly became the one who made you cum so many times you forgot your own name.

It was a one-time thing. A moment of heated passion between two friends. The fact that you'd had a crush on him for over a year played no part in the matter.

Besides, you didn't have much time to dwell, because the next morning when he got called into work, he was told that he was needed for another mission.

Well it turns out, that did actually leave you lots of time to dwell. Six months of it.

It had gone by incredibly fast and agonizingly slow at the same time, but there he was, back home, taking sips of his beer on your couch while you cooked him his first decent meal in half a year.

You'd been eyeing each other all night. Small talk paired with small touches. After dessert, when there were no more dishes to be washed, no more stupid questions to be asked, nowhere left to hide, he kissed you.

And that left you here, in your bedroom. Tangled in the forest green sheets, sweaty and satisfied. His rough hands drew gentle shapes on your shoulder until you opened your stupid mouth.

“I havent been with anyone else…”

Price was quiet, with an expression on his face that gave little away.

The silence grew thicker by the second. An uncomfortable feeling settled in your stomach and you started to regret even saying anything.

You were about to mumble out an excuse, apologize, tell him never mind, and that it was silly. Your mouth opened but before the first sound could fly out of your throat, he broke the silence.

“Neither have I.”, he stated dryly.

“You haven’t?”, you sat up a little, getting a better look at his face.

“You thought I had?” He raised his brow a little, you could tell it was a reflex. He almost looked…annoyed.

"Yeah, I mean...no....I don't know", you babbled.

"Well, I didn't."

"You could have."

"I didn't want to." he replied with just a twinge of irritation, “Did you want me to?”

“No I just…I wouldn’t have been mad…if you had.”

His brows twisted in what can only be described as a dumbfounded frown.

“What the…” he grumbled, sitting up fully too. “So if I would have fucked some other lass, you would’a been totally fine with that?”

Your eyes darted around nervously as you tried to figure out how to answer that question.

“I just…you can do what you want. You don’t have any responsibilities towards me. I would have understood if you had…if…if you’d…”

The thought of him with another woman made you sick to your stomach, but you knew you couldn't have expected that of him. That he'd stayed loyal to someone he'd slept with once.

Well...twice now.

"Alright then, good to know how you feel," he said as he got out of bed, quickly grabbing his boxers off the floor and pulling them on.

"W-, Price, where are you going?"

"I clearly got this all wrong, that's on me."

"No wait, please! I...I'm sorry I just...I..." you babbled. Your chest felt tight, that familiar feeling of panic settled in the pit of your stomach as you watched him grab his stuff off the floor.

“Can you please just hold on a minute? Please?”, you pleaded, “John!”

That got his attention. His eyes locked with yours as he stood there brooding like an angry bear.

“I thought…” he started, you could tell he was trying to keep himself composed, “I thought we had something. I thought we were something. A thing. The pair of us.”

You sat there on the bed, with your thin sheet wrapped flimsily around yourself, staring up at him.

“John…I”

“I know we didn’t exactly have a conversation about it…but after what happened I just sort of assumed…and I shouldn’t have.”

“No! God, I’m such an idiot…I'm just expressing myself all wrong…", you tried explaining, “I wanted you to know I hadn’t been with anyone else…because I don’t want anyone else…but I also know we didn’t talk about it so I would have no right to be mad if you…if you had…”

“Screwed someone else?”, he damn near barked.

“Yeah…", you visibly flinched at the thought this time. "Can you please sit back down? Please?"

He obliged. The mattress dipped a little as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his back toward you. The room was quiet again. You didn't really know what to say or do...you had missed him so much...all you wanted was to be close to him, that was all you had wanted for months.

You were staring at the freckles on his back and you couldn't help but lean closer, your lips carefully brushing against the skin and pressing a loving kiss there. You felt him tense up, yet he remained quiet.

"The thought alone makes me sick..." you started, hoping he would get what you were referring to, "but I would have understood, you were gone for a long time and you didn’t make any promises to me”

You felt him tense up again when you said that last part.

“M'not angry at you sweetheart, I'm just angry at myself ", he turned around, his sweet, blue eyes gazing at you with nothing but love and affection.

"I promised my heart to you a long time ago, I was just too dense to tell you about it..."

"Oh, John..", was all you could muster, you reached out and gently put your hand against his bearded cheek. He leaned into your touch, placing his own hand over yours.

"I should have at least made it clear how I felt, sweetheart, instead of leaving you wondering if I was fucking someone else for six months. Because I wasn’t. All I wanted was to be with you. There’s no one else I want, love.”

You were at a loss for words, so you settled for a kiss. Not that he was complaining, because he immediately maneuvered you onto his lap, mumbling praises and apologies.

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THERE’S BEEN A MISTAKE…. sebastian stan you won best actor. yeah it’s for captain america the winter soldier

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Too cute

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Beautiful

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What man, what a man, what a mighty fine man!

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So precious

“... It's been a character I sort of grew up with in a way. I really think of Bucky Barnes mostly as a family member, weirdly.”

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Yowsa

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For later...start at 6

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 6

The pain in her leg is what woke her at Who Knows o’clock. A burning throbbing pain that made her chest tighten and her breath hitch. The muscles moved as she tried to sit up making her collapse back down again in a grimace.

“August.” She said and he hummed next to her in response. “My leg.”

“What?” He asked, blinking a few times to clear his eyes.

“Are you sure it can’t get infected?” She asked, “It feels like it’s on fire.”

“We don’t get sick or get infections.” He said and propped himself up, pulling back the blankets to look at her leg. The wound itself was inflamed and seemed to almost visibly throb, the skin around the tears itself pale and bloodless. “I don’t like how it looks.” Getting out of bed, he went around to her side and scooped her up, making her cry out sharply as pain flared across her thigh. Bringing her into the bathroom, he set her down on the closed toilet and dug under the sink, pulling out a first aid kit. “I’m going to clean it. It’s going to hurt.”

“Do it.” She said and he set a towel under her leg before unscrewing the cap to the bottle of rubbing alcohol. Samantha took his offered hand, taking a deep breath before he slowly poured the rubbing alcohol over the wound, making sure to hold the stream over the individual tears in turn. Her hand clenched in his and her jaw tightened as the searing pain flooded her body, her eyes closing tight. He looked at her from the wound as he set aside the bottle, raising slightly on his knees to kiss her. “August...”

“I know. Breathe.” He said, “Breathe, Samantha. Before you pass out.” Her breath was shuddering as she pulled it in, swallowing heavily before exhaling. “That’s it. Keep breathing. You switched aspects, probably as a pain response.”

“So I—”

“Feel like an Alpha.”

“Now who’s a Nursemaid.” Walter said from the doorway, his tone teasing.

“Everything, okay?” Mike asked, poking his head around him.

“Her leg is bothering her.” August said, grabbing a can of antibiotic spray and spraying the wound before pressing gauze pads to it. He supported her leg with her calf on his shoulder as he wrapped it in an elastic bandage, running his hand over it so it stuck. “Too tight?” She just shook her head.

“The wounds on her arm are gone.” Mike pointed out and she looked at the previously injured forearm. He was right, the wounds that had been there were gone, the skin unbroken and unmarred.

“The infection probably took care of them.” Walter said, “But her leg is the most severe and where it was introduced, so it’s acting up.”

“Putting it mildly.” She said, leaning her head against August’s shoulder as he went to pick her up again. Her scent filled his nose and she sighed, reaching up to hold the side of his neck to try to get closer to him. His pulse jumped under her thumb and he gave a sigh of his own.

“You switched again.” He said but she simply nodded this time, closing her eyes as he carried her back to bed. Gentle touches to her skin and she didn't know how, but she knew who it was even though no words had been said. Sy had brushed her hair out of her face, Geralt stopped August only long enough to press his lips to her temple. They...felt different, even though their physical touches felt the same. August laid her down again, climbing onto the bed behind her and pulling her back against his chest.

“What if this kills me?”

“It won't.” August said.

“I thought you wanted me gone.” She said and she felt the questioning look. “My hearing is a little hyper tuned when I'm half asleep.”

“I did.” He admitted, “Then I realized you were my Mate, and I don't anymore. Get some rest, I'll be here.” She wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that he and the others truly cared about her, truly wanted her for her and not what she could do for them.

The next day, despite her protestations that she was fine and her leg felt better, she took it easy laying on the couch, her feet in Geralt’s lap as he massaged them gently, his large, rough hands moving over the delicate skin. She watched him, awkwardly propped up with her head in her hand, her eyes moving over the line of his profile. He really was very handsome.

“Geralt?” She asked and he hummed in acknowledgment. “Can you—nevermind.”

“Samantha. What.” He said not looking at her, still focused on his task.

“Can you—will you kiss me?” She felt bold for even asking it and expected him to laugh or sneer at the request. He simply looked at her for a brief moment before adjusting her feet and kneeling between her legs, moving over her on the couch and pressing her back against the arm. She reached for him as he lowered himself, almost pulling him into a kiss despite her request that he kiss her. A small growl bubbled in his chest as their lips met and it sent a spike of longing through her.

His kiss was so soft, a far cry from the hard muscle she felt under his clothes whenever he carried her or held her close. His hair fell around them, tickling her neck and he groaned as she wove her fingers through the soft silver strands. He didn’t seem like he’d be old enough to have gone silver, but then she knew people who started going gray in their teens. He was also a wolf, so maybe it was naturally this color. Certainly would go with his striking citrine eyes.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking permission and she opened her mouth for him. The groan was deeper this time as his tongue slid along hers and he settled down on her fully, the feel of his heavy body on hers making familiar tingles start in her thighs. He kissed her until she was breathless and when he pulled away, she saw how his pupils had blown, his lips kiss bruised and a slight flush to his pale cheeks. Lord only knows how she looked in his eyes.

“Oh, you’re dangerous.” She said and he chuckled, flashing sharp canines, the sound making her want to cling to him, to give herself to him fully.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asked, his voice rough, and she wanted to ask why he thought he had to ask for permission, but didn’t, raising herself even as she pulled him in, their eyes closing as they came together. His hands gripped the arm of the couch and she heard it creak under his fingers, especially as she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling how much he enjoyed kissing her through their layers of clothing. His hips rolled into her slightly, making her breath hitch at the size and feel of him behind his zipper and her eyes rolled back behind her lids as he ducked under her chin, mouthing along her throat. Wet heat throbbed between her legs and it almost shocked her at how quickly she was responding to him. She never was turned on this quickly with Jonathan, if he even bothered to try. His hips rolled again, pressing against her core and she gasped as it sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through her body. Gods, if he kept doing that, she was going to come right here. “Keep going?” His deep voice was even deeper.

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Hold onto me.” He said and she cinched her legs tight around his waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The muscles of his core and shoulders corded and bunched as he pushed off the couch, lifting her with little sign of effort and carrying her up the stairs.

His room was saturated with his scent and it almost made her dizzy as it filled her lungs, barely feeling as he pressed her down onto the blankets.

“I’ll take care of you, my Mate.” He whispered, the almost reverent tone making tears spring to her eyes. “My beautiful Mate, my lovely Omega.” Well, she didn’t need to ask what she felt like to him right now, apparently. He undressed her slowly, pressing his lips to her skin as more was revealed to him, being careful of her thigh still wrapped in bandages as he moved between her legs once she was nude beneath him. “So beautiful.” The first touch of his tongue at her core had her gasping, her eyes rolling back as her hand covered her mouth. He pulled at her slowly with his lips, swirling his tongue through and against her, though he really needn’t, she was already aroused almost to the point of pain. Her first orgasm took her by surprise and she cried out against her hand as her hips rocked up against his mouth, making him have to hold her still. He licked her through it before he pulled away and finally began to remove his clothes, her fumbling, yet eager, attempts at helping him making him smile.

“I need you.” She whimpered, “Fuck I need you.” She reached for him, wrapping her fingers around him and he growled fully, a sound that should have scared her, but didn’t. His lips pressed to hers hard as she started to stroke him, tracing the veins under the thin skin with her fingertips.

“I don’t—” His words cut off with another growl as she squeezed him gently, “I don’t have protection.”

“I don’t care.” She said and she really didn’t. He moved over her, pressing her back against the pillows as he settled in the cradle of her hips. The first nudge of him against her entrance had her nails digging into his chest and he groaned as he pushed into her, her teeth capturing her bottom lip as he stretched her open.

“Fuck.” He whispered before he started to move, the slide and feel of him inside her making her cling to him. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His knees came up for more leverage and he soon found his rhythm, rocking into her and making the bed creak in protest. His grunts and pants against her neck only turned her on more, if that was at all possible. “My Mate. My perfect Mate.” Tears welled in her eyes again and she bit down on his shoulder to stifle the sob that worked its way up her throat.

Just a little further. Almost there. Almost—

She cried out against his skin as another orgasm ripped through her, her hips rocking up to meet his stroke for stroke as the waves crashed into her. He started to lose his rhythm, swelling inside her and with a roughly shouted expletive, he seated himself in her to the base as he throbbed inside her, warmth pooling in her lower stomach.

“My perfect Mate.” He breathed, his heart pounding against her chest. Her fingertips traced up and down his sweat slick back and he picked his head up out of her shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to her lips and face, kissing away the tears that had leaked from her eyes. “Are you okay?” She just nodded, pulling him into a kiss. It was then that she noticed he hadn’t withdrawn, that he was still hard inside her and once they had caught their breath, he started moving again, her head falling back against the pillows.

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Good stuff

𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗲 - 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸

You think I’m gonna leave all the amazing stuff y’all send me buried in the inbox? Hell no. Here’s where I’m putting it—right in the Hall of Fame. If you’ve made something that blows my damn mind, this is where it gets a place of honor.

If you want your art featured here, don’t hesitate to send it over. But don’t be expecting to be on this wall if your art disrespects anyone, or goes against the boundaries we talked about. Keep it clean, keep it respectful.

What You’ll Find Here:

Anything and everything from Bucky-inspired art to the wildest interpretations of me—if it’s good, it’s going up. I’m talking about drawings, gifs, edits, sculptures, or anything you’ve created that deserves some attention. Don’t be shy, I’ve got a lot of space on this wall. Get your work seen.

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You’re looking at some top-tier stuff right here. These are the creators who’ve caught my eye and earned their place in the Hall of Fame. Keep it coming, ‘cause if it’s good, I’ll make sure to show it off.

A Little Thank You. I don’t do the whole “fluff” thing, but I appreciate you. This is my way of showing that, even if it’s just through a wall full of art. If you’ve made something for me, you’ve got my respect.

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President Barnes

Alright, here’s how it all went down.

After everything with Karli and the Flag Smashers, after Sam took up the shield, after we fought to set things right—I figured maybe, just maybe, I’d finally get a shot at something close to peace.

Sam and I, we had each other’s backs through all of it, but we both knew we had different paths to walk. He had his mission, carrying Steve’s legacy as Captain America, trying to fix the world in ways I never could. Me? I was still figuring out what the hell my place was. The government wiped my record clean, but that didn’t erase the weight of it. Didn’t make me feel any less like a man with too much blood on his hands.

So I left. I drifted for a while, trying to make sense of things. Made amends where I could, kept my head down. No more wars, no more missions. Just… trying to be human again. And then Valentina Allegra de Fontaine found me.

She had a proposition. Said she was putting together a team. Not Avengers, not some squeaky-clean heroes with perfect moral compasses. No, she wanted people who understood the gray areas. People who had been used, tossed aside, and still had something left to fight for. The Thunderbolts. She already had a lineup forming—Yelena Belova, Red Guardian, U.S. Agent, Taskmaster, Ghost. And she wanted me.

I wasn’t sure at first. Another team? Another mission? Another excuse to be a weapon for someone else? But Val wasn’t just throwing out orders—she was offering a chance to control the fight. To make sure things didn’t go to hell before they even started.

So I signed on.

The work was dirty, but necessary. We weren’t saving cats from trees—we were handling threats before they spiraled into global disasters. And for once, I wasn’t being controlled. I was calling the shots alongside people who knew what it was like to be on the other side of power.

But Val wasn’t just playing one game—she was playing all of them. And she needed someone who could make sure this team didn’t get shut down before it even had a chance to make a difference. She needed someone inside the system.

A congressman. And somehow, she decided that person was me. I laughed. Me? Politics? The idea was so ridiculous I almost walked away on the spot. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized—maybe this was another way to fight. Not with a gun in my hands, but with my name, my past, my voice.

So I ran. And I won. At first, I was just there to keep the Thunderbolts afloat, to make sure Congress didn’t pull the plug on us. But then, things started shifting. I started pushing for real policies—veterans’ rights, security reforms, accountability for people who thought they were untouchable. People actually listened. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t just following someone else’s orders—I was leading the charge.

And then the world came knocking again. People were sick of politicians who had never set foot in the real world. They wanted someone different. Someone who had seen the worst of humanity and still stood up to fight for it.

So I ran for President. Not for power. Not for legacy. But because I knew damn well what happened when the wrong people got their hands on that kind of authority. And I wasn’t going to let that happen again.

The campaign was brutal. My past was ripped open, dissected, used against me. They called me unstable, dangerous, a man with too much blood on his hands to ever be trusted.

But I had something they didn’t. The truth.

I didn’t pretend to be perfect. I didn’t promise easy answers. I stood there, looked the people in the eye, and told them exactly who I was, what I’d done, and why I was still standing. And somehow, I won. President Barnes. Never thought I’d hear it. Never thought I’d want it. But here I was, standing at that podium, looking out at a country that had put its trust in me.

And beside me, through all of it—Natasha.

So yeah. That’s how it happened. I was a soldier. An assassin. A congressman. And now? I’m the goddamn President of the United States.

[peaches1958]

I love all of these

Yeah, the name’s Bucky. You might know me as the guy with the metal arm or the Winter Soldier. Not the proudest part of my resume, but it’s mine. I’ve been through... a lot, and if you're looking for someone to keep it cool under pressure, I’m your guy. You won’t find anyone more committed to fixing things than me, but don’t mistake that for soft.

And if you're asking if I can be trusted? I'll put it this way: I'm not the same guy who went on missions for Hydra. But I'll let you figure that out.

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After Endgame, the Avengers split. The team is fractured, but the legacy continues, with Sam stepping up as the new Captain America.

The Thunderbolts.. I never thought I'd be on a team like this. Never thought I'd be standing here with people who, for most of my life, I considered enemies—or worse. But here we are. And, honestly? It’s complicated. Everything with the Thunderbolts is complicated.

I’m gonna say this once, and I mean it—please respect my boundaries. I’ve been through enough shit to know where I stand, and I’m not gonna let anyone cross the line. I’ve set these rules for a reason, and it’s simple: treat people the way you wanna be treated.

If you can’t handle that, if you can’t show respect for who I am and what I’ve been through, then we’re done before we even start.

I’m not here to be your punching bag, and I’m not here to play games. I’ve had enough of people pushing me around or trying to make me bend to their will. So yeah, respect my space, respect my limits, and don’t expect me to let you get away with anything less than that. You don’t like it? Tough. This is who I am, and I’m not changing for anyone.

I’m done dealing with people who don’t get it. If you can’t respect my boundaries, then you can keep walking. Simple as that.

A space to showcase the incredible art you’ve made for me. If it’s badass, it’s here. Keep it respectful, and let’s see what you’ve got.

From soldier to assassin, to congressman, to the goddamn President of the United States. Never thought I’d end up here, but after everything—after Val found me, after the Thunderbolts, after fighting my way through politics—I made sure the right people held the power.

And through it all, I found my way back to Natasha. We fought, we lost, we survived. And in the end, we chose each other. And now we have a family.

[peaches1958]

Such a sweet little story

For either Loki or Bucky… dating someone who uses edible glitter in food just because. They love glitter anyway, but sparkly food just brings an extra spark of joy.

For the record, I’m talking about the mica based glitter, not the plastic stuff. Makes the food sparkly, does no harm to your digestive system. Also tasteless and has no texture.

Scared of a Little Glitter?

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Y/N) new relationship

Summary: Bucky spends the night at your apartment for the first time and he learns you have a very interesting food habit when he offers to make you coffee in the morning.

A/N: This is so adorable @firedrakegirl ! Lol I absolutely love this request. Thanks so much for sending it. I hope you like it! Sorry it took me literally forever to get back to writing it. Thanks for waiting! 💚

You open your eyes slowly when you feel a soft kiss on your cheek. "Good morning doll," Bucky says quietly, you can hear the smile in his deep voice. His metal arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping your back flush to his bare chest as your legs tangle with his under the covers.

"Good morning handsome," you smile sleepily, turning your head far enough to kiss his lips lightly without slipping from his comfortable grasp.

"Want some coffee?" he asks.

"Yes please," yawning as you nod and cover his metal arm with yours, your fingers intertwine with his.

"I'll need you to let go," he whispers in your ear. You pout and he chuckles in response as you let go of his hand. "It'll only take a few minutes," he kisses your shoulder from behind then pulls off the covers and gets out of your bed.

You roll over resting your chin on your palm as you watch him bend to pick up his jeans from the floor and slip them back on. "Enjoying the view?" he smirks when he looks up and makes eye contact with you.

You giggle, shaking your head, "Nope."

He laughs and walks to the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss your lips when you look up at him. "Liar," Bucky winks at you, pulling his lips away from yours much too quickly for your liking.

"Y/N, can you come here?" Bucky calls from the kitchen moments later.

You get up from bed quickly, concerned by his tone of voice. Throwing on Bucky's discarded shirt and a pair of shorts you leave your room and call back, "Everything okay?"

He waits until you enter the kitchen to respond which only makes you more curious. "I think your milk went bad," he sounds unsure of himself as he holds the container as far away as possible in his metal hand. "It's green," he shakes the milk slightly and the colors swirl together. "And blue?"

You laugh, "There's nothing wrong with it. I added glitter to it."

"Glitter?" he keeps his eyes on the container as the glitter slowly settles to the bottom and the liquid becomes white again.

"Yep," you confirm with a nod.

"Why?" your very confused boyfriend asks as you take the milk from him and unscrew the cap.

"Cause it's pretty," you answer, "Obviously."

"Okay sure but now we can't drink it," Bucky says as he watches you pour it into your mug. "Wait, Y/N-" he cringes.

"It's totally fine," you tell him with a smile. "It's not the same type of plastic glitter Tony uses in his pranks."

"It's not?" the super soldier furrows his brow as you add a bit of sugar and mix your coffee. You pour a little milk into his mug and he groans quietly.

"Nope, this is made for food," you explain. "It just makes it sparkly and fun." You pick up his mug and hand it to him.

He looks down into the mug, watching the glitter swirl around the coffee. "I'll take your word for it," he puts the mug down on the counter.

"Oh come on, give it a try," you blow on your coffee lightly then take a sip. "I promise you can't taste it and it doesn't have a weird texture or anything."

"I'll pass," he shakes his head.

"Scared of a little glitter?" you giggle.

"I'm not scared, I just don't want to drink it," Bucky says.

"Mmhmm," you hum as you walk past him to put the milk away and grab the ingredients to make breakfast.

"I'm not scared," he insists, folding his arms across his chest.

"I believe you," you say with a smirk, closing the door to the fridge. "Can you make some toast? Breads over there," you point towards the bread next to your toaster.

"Sure," he nods, thankful you've dropped the glitter topic.

Setting the eggs next to the stove you ask him, "Scrambled or omelet?"

"Scrambled please," he kisses your cheek after he loads the four slices into the toaster.

"Coming up," you grab a pan and a bowl. Bucky stands behind you, his arms around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. After cracking a few eggs into the bowl you ask him, "Red or purple?"

"What?" he lifts his chin.

"Red or purple?" you ask again without any further explanation.

"Red?" he responds and you giggle at how unsure he sounds as you open the cabinet next to you and pull out the red mica glitter. "No," he groans but it's too late.

"What?" you play innocent as you whisk the eggs.

"Glitter again?" Bucky sighs deeply.

You take another sip of your coffee and hold it up for him, "You can't taste it. Give it a try."

"I'd rather not," Bucky mumbles.

You laugh, "You remind me of the grumpy guy from green eggs and ham."

"I have no idea what that means," he says, "But green eggs sound gross."

"That's what the guy in the book said," you smile as you add the red, glittered eggs to the pan. "But he never tried them, he just decided he hated them cause they were green."

"That's a fair reason," Bucky chuckles.

"Anyway..." you roll your eyes, "His friend keeps trying to get him to eat it and when he finally does-"

"He dies," he laughs louder and you swat him with the towel you keep on your stove handle.

"No!" you scold him, trying to keep from laughing. "He realizes they are delicious."

"That was my next guess," he smiles and kisses your cheek.

"I'm sure it was," you say sarcastically as you continue to cook the sparkly red eggs. He watches over your shoulder and you look up, kissing his neck. "Bucky, trust me. You won't even notice the glitter."

"Okay," he finally agrees and you smile as the toast pops. "I'll grab plates. You want butter for your toast?"

"Yep, thanks," you smile to yourself knowing you rolled the stick of butter in pink glitter a few days ago.

Bucky laughs in disbelief from behind you, "Really? Even the butter?"

"I couldn't help it," you tell him honestly when he comes back with two plates. One plate has toast with pink, melted butter and the other has plain toast. "No butter for you handsome?"

He raises an eyebrow at you to answer your question and you giggle then put half the eggs on each plate. Bucky sits next to you at the dining table, staring at his food in silence as he pushes the eggs around with his fork. You wait patiently as he finally scoops the smallest bit possible onto his fork and holds it up to his mouth. He looks over at you and you smile to encourage him.

"The things I do for you," Bucky says dramatically just before taking a bite.

You drink your coffee and he looks at you with a bit of a shocked expression. You smirk, "Can't even tell there's glitter in it can you?"

"You're so annoying," you shake your head and eat your eggs.

"No," he admits.

He pulls your chair closer to him, "You love me."

"I know," you smile and kiss his cheek as he steals a piece of your pink buttered toast, "But you're still annoying."

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Request: Can you write an one shot where Peter and the reader have an argument and they shout at each other and she accidentally says that she’s pregnant?And he just stares at her and says nothing and she thinks he is furious but in the end he proposed to her 

Author’s Note: I decided on this one tonight, and it was really fun to write! I hope you like it, enjoy c:

Warnings: Language 

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“Peter, I’m serious!” I yelled, throwing my arms up in frustration. “I don’t want you doing this anymore!”

“Well, sweetheart, there isn’t much of a choice involved,” he snapped back, eyes narrowed. I put my hands on my hips, annoyance and anger seething off of me in waves.

“You know damn well you can stop whenever you please. They don’t need you, Peter! I do.” He scoffed at my words, rolling his eyes. That only succeeded in pissing me off even more.

“You’ve always been independent. I think you’ll survive,” he said, a sarcastic nod moving his head. “I just don’t understand why you’re so clingy all the time all of a sudden! I mean, geez woman, you’re down right suffocating!”

“Are you kidding me?” I hissed, squinting my lids and stepping forward. 

“No, I’m not! I mean, have you ever thought that maybe I’ve been working more with Derek’s little band of misfits because I need to get out of this damn apartment because you’re breathing down my neck?” The words were shouted at me, and I felt the tears sting my eyes, my hand coming to rest of my stomach.

“Well, fine! Go out and get yourself killed and I’ll raise this child on my own since I’m so fucking independent!” I yelled at him, fat tears coursing my cheeks. I didn’t process what I had done until after the fact. Peter’s face went blank, his mouth parting slightly as he stared at me. “Oh my god…” I whispered, backing up. My hand flew to cover my mouth and my eyes were wide. That was not how I wanted to tell him.

Peter just stared at me, not moving, not saying anything. I watched carefully, trying to judge his reaction to the big news. His muscles were tense, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. If I had to guess, he was probably angry and upset. Oh, God, this was a terrible idea! More tears sprung to my eyes as the realization hit me. I let a quiet sob escape my lips before I turned to head down the hallway, just wanting to be alone.

“You’re- you’re pregnant?” he whispered, stopping me before I could take more than two steps. I slowly turned to face him, nodding my head just the slightest bit. “When did you find out?”

“Just a few days ago,” I admitted, my voice timid and quiet. “I was trying to think of how to tell you. You’re mad…”

“Baby, I’m not mad,” he said, shaking his head and crossing the distance between us in just a few large strides. Peter’s rough, calloused hands cupped my face, pulling me close. My brows drew together in confusion. “I’m not mad at all, sweetheart.”

“Really..?” I asked. He nodded, finally giving me a sweet grin. I laughed a bit and stood up on my tip toes to kiss him. Peter responded immediately, returning the action with eagerness.

“We’re gonna be parents,” he said excitedly, one hand falling to my stomach. “There’s a little Hale in there.”

“Yeah,” I laughed, a few tears leaking from my eyes, happy ones this time. “Half me and half you.” I rubbed my thumb over his cheek bone and he leaned into my touch, finally turning his face to press a kiss to my palm.

“I love you,” Peter said. “And I’m going to stop with all the supernatural fighting. I promise.”

“Thank you, Peter,” I whispered, a shaky smile crossing my lips as I hugged him, my head resting on his firm chest. “I love you, too.”

[peaches1958]

I absolutely love this

THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) DIR. JAKE SCHREIER