#Ari Levinson x you x Bucky

[imtryingbuck]

Being In Love…

mini series

Summary: you’re in love with your best friend Bucky, who marries your friend Natasha. Years later you met Ari Levinson and fall in love, will everything be smooth sailing?

Series Warnings: angst. fluff. Nat being the worst. Bucky not being any better. each chapter will have their own

Word Count: 11,153

Status: completed

A/N: what started off as a oneshot has turned into a mini series. I’m sorry.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader - Bucky x Nat - Fem!reader x Ari Levinson

Masterlist

fluff - ❀ angst - ❁ both - ✾

➳ Is Being In Love Always Painful? - ❁

➳ Being In Love Isn’t Always Painful. - ✾

➳ Being In Love Is With The Right Person. - ❀

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Drabble

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

pop that cherry

a/n: woop woop! here's the little slutty story that you guys voted for when i asked what you wanted to see happen next in this au ৎ୭

summary: “hey, I get it,” he flashed you a comforting smile, “I’m a complete stranger. You just shook my hand two seconds ago and now we’re expected to bang in front of a bunch of other people you also don’t know,” his broad thumb swept over your knuckles, “you just have to decide if you wanna pack up your things, go home and chalk this up to just a fun experience, a lesson learned about what corners your sexuality and such does and does not stretch to,” he uttered with sincerity, “or you can come back inside and we can make some magic happen. It’s up to you.” 

warnings: camgirl!reader x various, pornstar!ari levinson, roommate!bucky barnes, porn director!bruce banner, smut, porn au, college au, reader’s porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), filming pornography, reader's first time doing professional porn, kissing, masturbation, toys, oral, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink (pornstar!ari is famous for his monster cock, you're welcome), belly bulge, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, facial

word count: 3832

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Curled up and melted on your mattress, you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone. Your puffy pussy, hidden between your still trembling thighs, clenched in dull soreness from the fuck machine frozen by your feet and still glistening from the show you’d put on only moments earlier. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” a familiar voice emanated from your doorway, “I didn’t know you were done streaming.”

Lazily blinking up at Bucky as he leaned against the frame, “yeah, just signed off a few minutes ago,” you exhaled, “did you just get home?” the question flowed from your lips and he swiftly nodded in confirmation, “how was class?” 

“Oh my god, don’t get me started,” your roommate let out a groan and pushed himself off the wall, his stride swiftly carrying him the short distance to where you laid and plopped himself down beside you.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you felt him press a slow peck to your exposed shoulder. 

“Do you need help lifting the toy back in the closet or–,” Bucky’s kind offer was then cut short by the shuttering gasp that suddenly crawled out of your lungs. 

“Oh my god,” your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you stared down at the message you’d opened on your phone, “oh my god!”

“What? What is it?” he propped himself up on a forearm to peek over your shoulder. 

“I–…” your eyes scanned the email wildly, “this can’t be real, right?” you cast a glance back at your friend. 

“Let me have a look,” and you swiftly handed him your phone before hearing him skim through it, “dear miss Cherry Blossom, bla, bla, bla… we here at Smash Studios really love your vibe and were wondering if you would ever consider doing professional pornography, because if so, then we would love to work with you,” his blue eyes flickered a moment longer over the screen before they fluttered up to meet yours, “no, I think it’s legit.”

“Holy shit…” you breathed, an airy giggle then bubbled out of you as this was quite the news to take in, even when one wasn’t still hazy from haven fucked one silly in front of hundreds of people. 

“You think you wanna do it?”

“Beautiful, gorgeous! And look right here, up there, yeah, that’s it…” 

Sharp clicks shuttered the camera and shot throughout the massive house as a photographer snapped the last of the stills for the shoot. You were posed perched and kneeling on a bed with your right hand buried in the already tiny crop top, you’d brought as one of the outfit options, and held up high to reveal your tits. 

The groan of floorboards creaking then found your ears and your gaze swiftly fluttered towards the door where the salt-and-pepper-haired man, who you’d come to learn was the head of the little porn studio, crossed over the threshold. 

“How are we doing in here?” Bruce adjusted his glasses before stepping further into the room. 

“I think we’re about done,” the photographer lowered the camera from his eye and cast a glance to his boss, “think we got the shot.”

“Great,” Bruce clapped his shoulder as the other man passed by and exited the room. As you tugged the short t-shirt back down into place, you met Bruce’s gaze before he asked you, “how are you doing? You ready?”

Though your mind was way too preoccupied to offer him an answer and instead blurted, “has he arrived?” as you scooted off the bed and felt the tiny shorts you wore ride up enough for your grasp to float down to adjust. 

“Not yet, I’m sorry,” he tilted his head, “trust me when I say that he isn’t usually this late. He wouldn’t have the stellar reputation he does if he was. But we can still begin without him and just fix it in post if you’re–”

Someone then poked their head and announced, “hey Banner? He’s here. I just spotted his bike roll up the driveway.”

Feeling your heart thump in your chest, you heard Bruce clap his palms together, “great!” before you followed him out of the bedroom and through the pristine halls of the rented modern mansion. 

Just before your bare feet began to conquer the long staircase, your absentminded grip tightened on the glass railing as you looked down at the open living room, clearly visible from the wide balcony, and spotted the figure that then sauntered in. 

“So sorry I’m late, traffic was literal hell.”

Ari Levinson. 

With sun-kissed brunette locks flowing from his head and a motorcycle helmet nuzzled under his burly arm, the infamous pornstar was not only blessed with a smile that could make anyone swoon, but also a dick so huge that any sane person would be downright terrified by the idea of having it split them apart. 

Though that wasn’t what had stopped you in your tracks, what had made your palms embarrassingly clammy when he soon shook one of them once you’d somehow made your way down the stairs. 

Why did your very first partner have to be someone you’d obsessively been getting off to for years? 

You were barely listening to what the people around you were saying as you couldn’t rip yourself out of the trance you’d snapped into. 

“I’m sorry, what?” you soon blinked, trying to avert your gaze. 

“I asked if you were ready,” Bruce patiently repeated. 

“…for?” you breathed, feeling as if you were inside of a giant ethereal cheese bell, making the entire world around you seem blurry. 

“For the shoot,” Bruce’s words still flew straight over your head, “I said that I was thinking that I’d do the filming myself, if that could make you more comfortable since you’ve already met me. That way it’ll just be me, the two of you and then Sam in the corner doing audio.”

“O-okay…” you said quietly, feeling your cheeks heat up as Ari let his gaze linger over you, an observant brow soon twitching as he spoke up. 

“Wait, actually,” he placed a palm on Bruce’s forearm, halting him as he reached for the bulky camera resting on the white couch, “do you mind if I grab a quick smoke break first?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, “let’s just all take five before we begin.”

It caught you completely off guard when the object of your distraction walked by you and paused to murmur in your ear, “come with me outside for a second, will you?”

Shadowing him all the way out of the tall glass door and onto the terrace, you watched him lean his frame against the fence and tilt his body for you to slot in beside him. 

“I don’t actually smoke,” you uttered softly as you let your fingers ghost over the railing. 

“Oh, neither do I–, or well, that’s not completely true, I do, just didn’t need one right now.” 

“So then why did you ask for a smoke break?” you cocked a brow. 

Blowing out a swift breath, Ari then twisted to face you more and gazed directly down at you. 

“You mind if I hold your hand?” he held out his own palm.

“Oh, uhm,” your glance flickered down to his upturned hand before you carefully placed your own atop of it, “okay.”

His warm fingers swiftly engulfed your own as his stare stayed fast upon you.

“So, this is your first time, huh?”

“Oh, no, I'm not a virgin, I–” 

“I meant porn, sweetheart,” he tilted his head to be more at your level. 

“Right,” you averted your gaze as butterflies soared in your stomach, “yeah, I haven’t really done this before… I mean, I’ve some stuff, I’ve cammed for a pretty long time now and even recorded custom videos for some people, but no, I haven’t really taken this step before…” 

You were staring down at his large hand engulfing yours as he then said, “you know, it’s okay if you don’t wanna go through with it. This field isn’t for everyone, in fact, only very few thrive in this environment, and if it’s not for you, then it’s okay.”

“Oh, no,” your eyes flickered up to find his as you urged, “I wanna do this, I really do. I’m sorry, I guess I just kinda got a bit more nervous than I expected.” 

“Hey, I get it,” he flashed you a comforting smile, “I’m a complete stranger. You just shook my hand two seconds ago and now we’re expected to bang in front of a bunch of other people you also don’t know,” his broad thumb swept over your knuckles, “you just have to decide if you wanna pack up your things, go home and chalk this up to just a fun experience, a lesson learned about what corners your sexuality and such does and does not stretch to,” he uttered with sincerity, “or you can come back inside and we can make some magic happen. It’s up to you.” 

“So, Cherry,” Bruce purred behind the camera as he knelt on the floor beside where you sat at the foot of the bed, “I can’t believe we finally convinced you to come have some fun with us. I gotta tell you, you are just a fucking dream come true…”

“Oh, thank you,” you smiled, kicking your feet slightly as they dangled over the edge. 

“But you must get that all the time, I mean, look at you.”

“It has been known to happen on occasion,” you chuckled, thinking back to all of the lewd compliments the viewers of your streams generously tossed at you. 

“So, a little birdy told me that this is your very first time fucking on camera. Is that true?”

“Yeah, it is,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “I’m so ready to pop that cherry.”

“Oh, you are, are you?” he smirked, panning the bulky camera over your frame as you tilted your head in a nod, “you’re just ready to show the whole world what a perfect slut you are?”

“Think it’s about time,” you giggled in response. 

“Well, then why don’t you do something for me and stand up?” he shifted back a bit as you got up from the bed, “and now, I’ve already seen it, but can you please turn around and show everyone how fucking perfect your ass is?” a grin stayed fast on your face as you slowly spun around. Your butt was barely covered in the tiny shorts that clung around your hips, so when you twisted and let the camera catch that part of you, Bruce quietly groaned, “wow…” and he shifted his grip to let one of his hands float up towards you, “can I touch you?” 

“Sure,” you arched your back a bit to make his palm’s journey that much shorter. 

“Damn… this has got to be one of the greatest booties I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” he offered your softness a brief squeeze. His fingers first dented one cheek, then the next, before his grip caught your waistband and tugged your shorts up just a tad bit more, making the fabric momentarily rub against your covered pussy.

His flat palm then scooped around your hips and guided you back to face the camera.

“Do you wanna see my boobs?” you smiled as you blinked down at him with big doe eyes, your hands gently grazing over the hem of your crop top.

“Oh, yes, please,” he virtually begged as he let his warm palm stay glued to your waist. 

Peeking down, you slowly lifted the shirt up and let your tits quite literally spill out as they jiggled slightly from the release of how fiercely you let the cotton graze over your skin. 

“Jesus christ…” you heard him utter as your palms fluttered down to play with them, squeezing the soft peaks gently before Bruce’s fingers sneaked up to pinch one of your nipples.

Once you’d put on a show and pushed the tiny shorts down your legs, the crotch of which had been slightly soaked since you weren’t wearing any panties underneath, you rested back down on the bed and spread your legs wide for the camera, grinning as the older man asked you to play with yourself. 

“Oh my god… I gotta tell you, I am so hard right now,” you watched how intently he stared at the small monitor, getting a closeup of how your fingers rubbed your little clit, “you have no idea how tough it is not to just fuck you right now, it’s crazy…”

“Oh yeah?” you giggled, the melody of your want echoing throughout the room at every teasing touch you offered yourself, “how bad do you wanna fuck me?”

“So fucking bad…” he uttered in a nearly hypnotise tone. 

Continuing to circle your puffy pearl, your fingers briefly dipped down to tease your entrance, only shyly slipping inside before you swept back up. 

“You know what?” Bruce said as he then began to twist a bit to get the open door to the room into frame, “I have a little surprise for you,” and perfectly on queue, Ari appeared at the threshold, burly chest on show with just a pair of jeans hanging low on his hips. 

His stride was slow as he only stayed in the doorway a moment before sauntering over to where you sat, melted back and resting against the one forearm that propped you up. 

“Hey,” he smiled and plucked up your face as soon as it was within reach. 

“Hi,” you managed to utter just before he bent down and pressed his lips to yours in an unhurried and gentle kiss. 

He kissed you as if he had all the time in the world, like some dude wasn’t pressing a bulky camera closer to the intimate act, but like he was the lead in a PG romcom. 

When Ari withdrew, he let himself linger in your warmth, ever so slightly nuzzling his nose against your own as your fingers kept up the dizzying pattern you drew between your parted thighs. Tilting his head, his touch traced the length of your arm till his reach came down to aid your efforts, making you gasp from the way he caressed you. 

“You,” he nudged his nose gently against your own, “look like you’re in need of some cock in that little mouth of yours.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, you said, “you read my mind,” before popping the button of his jeans and tugging the zipper down. Even though you’d seen his famed cock numerous times on screen before, it truly was something else to witness it in person. A breathy, “holy shit,” left your lips as you tried to wrap your fingers around his girth, though he only let out a soft laugh at the way your eyes grew wide. 

Ceasing the caress he drew between your thighs, he instead grabbed the base of his heavy length with his fingers still glossy from your arousal. As you stuck out your flat tongue, he tapped the weight against you for a second before you tilted your chin and wrapped your lips around the bulbous head.  

As you disappeared into the meditative motion of slobbering all over his cock, gradually taking more and more of his intimidating length, your frame twisted to lay on your side and face him more. 

Blinking up into his hooded eyes as the corners of your lips burned from the severe stretch, you felt his hips begin to move, rolling to meet your every bob, till his fingers tangled in your hair and he got to take over completely, fucking your face till slobber dribbled down your chest and rained down on your crop top, still tugged up and framing your tits. 

His free hand then snaked its way back down your body and cracked your legs open wide for the camera to see as he plugged your pussy up with two of his fingers, making you moan around his girth as the tip of him bruised your throat. 

When he yanked your mouth off of his cock, he did so with a gravelly growl, like he could have lived in your silky warmth and it pained him to say goodbye so soon. 

“Come here,” he grabbed you and flipped you around for your frame to face him as his feet stayed planted on the side of the bed. Kicking his jeans the rest of the way off, you panted up at him as you scooted even closer, nearly letting your butt hang off the mattress’ edge as you laid already crumbled and folded before him, utterly bewitched by the anticipation of what his legendary size must feel like stretching your poor pussy out. 

Shimmery spiderwebs of your nectar clung to him as he then let you feel the weight of him tap against your puffy pearl, briefly skimming through your folds before he found your eyes and tipped down, nudging to catch your weeping entrance. 

“Oh my g-god…” you gasped, all of the air escaping your body to accommodate as he slowly pressed just the tip inside. Your cunt clung around his dick as he gave you a second to catch your breath. Your pulse throbbed in your pussy as your silky walls moulded around him and your thighs gently trembled from the intensity of it all. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he gave you another inch, “you feel so good,” gently stuffing more of his length inside. 

His grip dented your trembling thighs as he held you open for the camera to see how you struggled to take his cock. Even when the tip of him kissed your cervix and made you feel as if he was all the way up in your fucking throat, when you hazily gazed down to see where he split you apart, there was still a generous inch of him that your little pussy just couldn’t take. 

As your eyes lingered a little longer, you too caught sight of how a dull bulge formed in the lower part of your belly, perfectly timed with each of his mind-numbing thrusts. 

When you then tumbled over the edge, nearly blind from the overwhelming pleasure, your pussy couldn’t help but accidentally gush around Ari’s girth, simply because of how mind-boggling he felt. 

“Oh, shit,” you panted. Still in your orgasmic daze, you swiftly cast a worried glance up at Bruce steady behind the camera, “I’m sorry,” you briefly broke the scene as Ari too paused his movements as you breathlessly spoke, “I really tried not to squirt, I know that wasn’t part of today’s plan, but–, fuck…” your eyes fluttered up to find Ari’s, “your dick’s just so goddamn big,” you hazily giggled. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Bruce’s voice washed over you as you watched a smile tug at Ari’s lips, “that was just an unplanned bonus.”

“Wait, so you’re not mad?” your neck twisted to cast a glance at the director. 

“No,” he swiftly shook his head and flashed you a reassuring smile to calm the obvious anxiety that had bubbled up inside of you. 

“Oh, good,” you let out a sigh, “sorry, I just got nervous for a second. Okay, alright, we can keep going.”

“You good?” Ari checked before he cracked out of his frozen form. 

“Yep, yep, I’m okay, I’m wonderful,” you chuckled and let the last bit of nerves wash away. 

“Alright,” he dipped down to press a soft kiss to your lips, before his hands guided your arms around his neck, slinking them around him. 

His grasp then scooped down under you and he effortlessly plucked you up off the bed, a shy yelp bubbling up from your lungs as he picked your frame up to cradle you in his arms, his massive cock still lodged inside of you, though when he settled you in his strong hold, it felt as if he found a mystical way to slide even deeper. 

Moans flowed from your lips and vibrated against his skin as your neck soon gave up and lent your cheek to smoosh against his fuzzy chest. 

“There you go,” he stood up tall and bounced you in his arms like you were a toy, just a cocksleeve for him to get off with, “there you fucking go…”

As he picked up the pace and truly gave you a taste of how a real pornstar pounded a pussy for the camera, your eyes screwed shut tight and you felt yourself float away on a cloud, curled up in Ari’s burly arms and surrounded in a storm of your collective moans. The existence of the video camera even faded from your reality as you peeled your eyes open and peeked up at Ari from the pillow of his pec, knowing full well that he too could feel how you began to clench around his cock once more. 

“You gonna cum again?” he repeatedly lifted you up and down on his fat girth, “you gonna be a good girl and cream all over my cock, huh?”

Blinking up at him, your brows crinkled in pleasure as you nodded, “uh-huh.”

“You think you can squirt again for me?” his grip dug into the plush of your ass hard enough for it to leave marks. 

“I-I don’t know–”

“Oh, I think you can,” he switched up his pattern, slowing down slightly and dragging you all the way up till his cock nearly slipped out of you, only to sink you back down in such a rough, yet intensely slow manner, that it made your eyes roll in your skull, “just listen to that,” he smirked at the soft sloshing sound that sinfully echoed as his fat girth repeatedly slid against your g-spot, virtually bullying it till you surrendered, “it’s like she’s begging me to just spend the rest of the day making her gush over and over again until you fucking pass out…”

A shrill cry escaped your form as you let go once more, shaking in Ari’s grasp as Bruce knelt down to capture your sinful drizzle.  

You nearly felt drunk, like you were hours into the best party of your life, when you eventually found yourself planted on the floor, quaking legs unsteady beneath you as you blinked up at Ari, looming above you and furiously fucking his fist. 

“You want me to cum all over that pretty little face?” he grunted as you hazily stuck out your tongue. 

“Yes,” the corners of your lips blissfully curled up into a grin, “please–”

Even though your bones had turned into jelly and your pussy clenched in soreness, the drawn-out moan that rumbled in Ari’s chest as hot ropes of his cum then shot out and painted your features sent tingles throughout your body and filled you with a desire to just wrestle him back down onto the mattress, hit rewind and do it all over again. 

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[sarahowritesostucky]

The Five Daddies Imagines

Here you'll find all the little factoids and all content about each of your five sugar daddies. Enjoy!

Andy

Lingerie Preferences

Sexuality Profile

Camping with the daddies

Ari

Lingerie Preferences

Sexuality Profile: Primal

Camping with the daddies

Ultimate Vacation Home: Japan

Bucky

Lingerie Preferences

Sexuality Profile

Camping with the daddies

Lloyd

Lingerie Preferences

Lloyd's Kinks

Ultimate Vacation Home: United Arab Emirates

Camping with the daddies

Steve (Kemp)

Lingerie Preferences

Sexuality Profile

First Meeting

Ultimate Vacation Home: Belize

Camping with the daddies

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 24 (Epilogue)

Warnings- None.

Time had passed, and six months had gone by since that fateful day.

You found yourself casually walking down the cobblestone streets of Paris, the city's rich architectural beauty capturing your fascination.

A subtle smile graced your lips as you soaked in the sights and sounds of the city, a sense of peacefulness settling within you despite the memories of the past.

The street was teeming with life, filled with the sound of voices and laughter, a vibrant energy that seemed to fill the city. It was a stark contrast to the silence and solitude that had consumed you during those dark days.

People moved about their day, engaged in various activities, all adding to the lively atmosphere. Children giggled and played on the cobblestones, while vendors called out their wares, contributing to the symphony of sounds.

For the first time in what felt like forever, a profound sense of peace washed over you, and a newfound hope slowly began to take root in your heart.

The memories of the past were still there, lingering like shadows in the back of your mind, but the pain didn't feel as raw as it once did. It still hurt, but the anguish had lessened, and hope had started to weave its way back into your life.

During your aimless strolling, a charming café caught your eye, nestled away in a tranquil corner.

The cafe's welcoming ambiance drew you closer, the softly glowing lights illuminating the interior, as you hovered in uncertainty, reminding you of your own cafe, which was smoothly getting run by Peter, MJ, Happy and May.

For a moment, you debated on whether to indulge in a solitary cup of coffee, but the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed espresso proved to be too alluring to resist.

Settling into a quiet seat near the window, you placed your order, requesting a latte from the waiter. As you waited, a sense of contentment and tranquility washed over you.

With the cup in your hands, you took a slow sip of your latte, allowing the warm beverage to soothe your soul.

In the tranquility of the moment, your thoughts turned to the events that had occurred after that horrific day, the waves of grief, disbelief, and loneliness that had gripped you, leaving you drowning in despair.

As the truth unfolded, it came to light that Lloyd had meticulously pre-planned the bombing of the compound. The man Steve and Bucky had killed was there to strategically plant explosives in various locations around the building.

Amidst the turmoil and pain, you still remembered the steadfast support of both Nick and Ari. They had been there for you during your darkest moments, their comforting presence a beacon of hope amidst the storm.

And in that quiet café, as you took another sip of your latte, a profound realization washed over you. You had found a new family in them, a support system that would hold you up when you lacked the strength to carry on alone.

You had taken on the responsibility of managing Lloyd's business, a challenge you faced with determination and grit.

With the help of Nick, Jake, Ari, and Andy, you all worked together to keep the business running smoothly. They brought new ideas to the table, implemented new procedures, and helped you navigate the complexities of the things Lloyd use to do.

As fate would have it, with the help of Jake, you obtained the videos that Steve had recorded with Peggy without her knowledge.

With this evidence, Jake forwarded these recordings to Peggy's husband, Daniel, who subsequently initiated divorce proceedings against her.

The consequences were severe for Peggy; she lost her husband, her financial stability, and ultimately, her job. With her life in disarray, she was forced to relocate far away, as everything unraveled around her.

Together, you formed a team that worked towards achieving the shared goal, and over the months, you had grown to become like family, always having each other's backs.

Nick had always possessed a fierce protective nature, and following the incident, this trait intensified further. Whenever you were in public, he would stick close to your side, his proximity deterring any would-be troublemakers.

He vigilantly observed every man that dared to cast a glance in your direction, his intense gaze enough to make many look away. Nick found pride in the role of your protector, and it made him feel closer to Lloyd.

Time passed, and it became increasingly evident that Nick had taken the role of your steadfast protector. He remained a constant presence beside you, acting as a barrier between you and any men who would attempt to display interest in you or approach you.

You would sometimes tease him about it, saying he was your knight in shining armor, but deep down you appreciated his fierce defense.

Standing in front of the breathtaking Eiffel Tower, you were captivated by its beauty, when suddenly you felt a powerful pair of arms encircling your waist. A familiar voice whispered in your ear, “What's going through your mind, Sugar?”

Upon turning, a broad smile spread across your face as you laid eyes on the man who stood behind you, his sturdy arms firmly encircling your waist.

“You…” you said with a soft chuckle, feeling an overwhelming mixture of affection and nervousness. As you looked up at him, a flutter of butterflies took flight within your stomach.

In a tender and affectionate gesture, Lloyd leaned down towards you, his warm lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and all other thoughts and distractions faded away, leaving you nothing but the blissful sensation of his touch and the tenderness of the moment.

Against all odds, Lloyd miraculously survived the devastating blast, albeit severely wounded.

Thrown a decent distance by the sheer power of the explosion, he found himself in the debris, battered and bruised. Yet his resilience prevailed, fueled by his unwavering determination to fulfil the promise he had made to you.

Through sheer force of will, he propelled himself forward, struggling to make his way through the wreckage. As he spotted Nick, Ari, and you in the distance, preparing to leave, he realized it was crucial to make his presence known.

Ignoring the throbbing pain that coursed through him with each step, he gritted his teeth and pushed his legs to carry him towards you, every movement becoming increasingly challenging, as he tried to call you all.

Nick was the first to notice, his eyes widening in surprise and relief as he laid eyes on Lloyd. You and Ari soon followed suit, quickly returning to his side.

As Lloyd staggered towards you, his clothing tattered and drenched in blood, his face smudged with soot, you could notice the look of relief in his eyes as he finally collapsed into your arms.

Lloyd had been forced to undergo strict bed rest in the wake of the incident. Consequently, the responsibility of managing his business had fallen upon you, with the supportive assistance of Nick, Ari, Jake, and Andy. Despite their unwavering help, the task remained demanding, requiring significant time and effort on your part.

In typical Lloyd fashion, despite the doctors' best efforts, Lloyd adamantly refused to cooperate with them and resolutely refused to accept a designated nurse for his care. Consequently, you found yourself thrust into the role of his personal nurse, having to tend to his needs and ensure his recovery process went smoothly.

As the days dragged on, Lloyd's restlessness grew exponentially. Being confined to his room, with little freedom to move or engage in any productive activity, took its toll on his mind and spirit.

“I feel so damn useless,” he grumbled, his gaze fixed on the ceiling above him.

“You're healing,” you replied calmly, positioning yourself beside him. “You need to rest. We've got everything covered, don't you worry.”

Lloyd let out a sigh, his irritation clear as he expressed his desire to be useful. “But I want to help,” he protested. “I hate just sitting here, not doing anything.”

With a wicked smile, you proposed a bargaining chip that you knew he couldn't resist, “If you behave, and rest, I'll go down on you…” you suggested, your tone sultry.

Yep, that was the only way to get Lloyd to rest.

Though it took a considerable amount of time, Lloyd eventually recovered from his injuries. To mark his healing, he was adamant about taking you on a trip to Paris.

“You desperately need a vacation, Sugar!” he declared adamantly, disregarding any protests you might have had. “And what better place to unwind than the ‘City of Love’ itself?”

So, here you are now, walking through the bustling streets of Paris, hand in hand. You both visited famous landmarks, indulged in delicious French pastries, and just enjoyed each other's company.

As you walked hand in hand, a gentle breeze blowing through your hair, Lloyd smiled at you, grateful for this moment with you.

“I love you Sugar.” “I love you too, Lloyd.”

This trip to Paris marked the beginning of many more adventures for you and Lloyd. You and Lloyd traveled to different parts of the world, exploring new cultures and creating unforgettable memories together.

From the vibrant streets of Mumbai, to the breath-taking landscapes of Iceland, you experienced it all, together.

Each trip brought you closer, your love and bond growing stronger with each passing day. And even amidst the chaos of the world, you found solace in each other, a love that weathered any storm.

In the secluded countryside of Romania, on Barnes' private property, two men stood engaged in heated discussion, meticulously mapping out their next steps.

Steve and Bucky had miraculously survived the blast as well, though not without sustaining harm. While Steve had thankfully escaped with only minor injuries, Bucky had suffered a major loss- his left arm, shot by Nick's bullet.

Bucky's state of despair was palpable; he felt a profound sense of inadequacy and disappointment in himself, perceiving his injuries as a personal failure. His anger towards Nick simmered beneath the surface, yet he found himself unable to face him due to his condition.

The absence of his left arm wrought havoc in his life, thwarting his ability to execute even the most basic tasks, thereby intensifying his feeling of unworthiness.

Steve keenly observed the turbulent wrath and frustration seething within Bucky, striving to offer comfort. However, his efforts were met with deaf ears; Bucky's wrath flared, fixated on seeking retribution, with Nick as his desired target.

Bucky paced the room like a caged animal, his fingers tightly clenched into a fist. “I can't just let those bastards get away with it!” he hissed, the anger in his voice evident.

Steve's voice held firm and reassuring, responding confidently, “We will, Buck. I promise you.”

Bucky continued his restless pacing, his right hand clenching into a tight fist.

With vehemence in his voice, he asserted, “I can't simply let them get away with this! They must be held accountable for their transgressions!”

“We will make sure of it, Buck. You have my assurance,” Steve responded, his voice resolute and encouraging. “With Lloyd now deceased, their strength falters. We shall exact our vengeance.”

With Tony Stark's assistance, Bucky was equipped with an advanced, vibranium-based prosthetic arm, meticulously engineered to meet his unique requirements. The arm was remarkably lightweight and comfortable to wear, yet it possessed the strength to match his remaining natural arm. Armed with this formidable prosthetic, Bucky's combat abilities were elevated to unparalleled levels.

In collaboration with Steve, Bucky strategically devised an elaborate scheme, aimed at reclaiming you and exacting revenge upon Nick and Ari.

As a captivating tune filled the air through the radio, Bucky made a request, his voice tinged with excitement. “Turn up the volume, Steve.”

“Absolutely,” Steve readily obliged, adjusting the radio's volume knob, immersing them further in the music.

“One way or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya”

Part 23- ✅

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[buck-star]

WIP Poll

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

Going to write one line for each vote for every story I guess ahaha. Soooo vote!😂😂

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[buckets-and-trees]

On this fine Sunday morning, enjoy the thot of Bucky and Ari waking you up too early, but in a way that you can't complain about (you literally can't complain since something's in your mouth....)

To wake up to this ask? Have you no compassion on this the Lord’s day of rest?

No rest for the wicked on Sinday though…

So how about just a little drabble in the sheets?

Title: Crimson Mornings Word Count: 500

Content/Warnings: explicit smut: mmf threesome, implied Somnophilia, fingering (mouth, vaginal, anal), light cumplay

You moan, stirring from sleep, but then you’re jolted from sleep and your eyes fly open, slight panic rising when you register your mouth is filled with two fingers, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

“Shh, doll,” Bucky’s deep voice the first thing for your brain to process, “close those lips and breathe through your nose.”

“And don’t let your pretty little head start to think,” Ari murmurs in your ear, his body pressed up against your back. “We finally broke you last night. Didn’t think we’d wait to play with our pretty girl again, did you?”

Ari brings one of his hands up to hold and caress your throat while Bucky begins to stroke his fingers slowly over your tongue. You whimper and close your eyes again. It’s too early to see anything yet in the dimmest traces of dawn nudging into the room. But you don’t need to do anything other than give your body over to these two men who were relentless in getting you between them and proved to be insatiable once they’d conquered you.

And you had tried to evade them for too long. Unable to move between them now, part of you wondered why. But a small whisper in the back of your mind still prodded around the edges of the pleasure they were already plying to your body that it was because you were certain they would consume you between them.

Bucky’s thigh was already wedged between your legs, opening you up, and with how wet you were with Ari’s fingers delving between and along your slick folds, you had no idea how long they’d been manipulating your body this morning.

Removing his fingers from your tongue, Bucky presses closer, chest to naked chest, laps at the drool that’s spilled out of your mouth at his ministration, and covers your lips with his, kissing you with unsatisfied hunger. His wet fingers join Ari’s at your cunt, and you writhe in pleasure, basking in the bliss.

But it was only a moment. They had other plans.

Ari’s fingers draw long strokes through your slick from your clit down to your hole, up and down, working in tandem with Bucky, and then he draws them further back, splitting between your ass cheeks and nudging at your tight puckered hole.

You yelp in surprise, turning your head abruptly to escape Bucky’s lips. “No, I’ve never-“ you protest.

“You will,” Ari growls into your neck. He presses his finger slowly but determinedly into your anus, only just enough to breach.

You gasp at the feeling.

Bucky mouths hot, wet kisses along your jaw. “We will only stop if you say the safe word.”

“You remember your word, right, Baby?” Ari prompts. His finger coaxes gently but insistently right there inside the entrance of your tight virgin hole.

You whimper and nod.

He squeezes at your neck. “Gotta hear it for sure.”

“Crimson,” you keen, both of your hands gripping Bucky’s shoulders.

“Good girl.”

“Now we’ll wreck you,” Ari promises, and he presses his finger further in.

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The Abyss [AU]

Description: If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you. 

AU Info: This is a monster/supernatural fuckers au. Pretty much everything dark goes except for vomit, scat and necrophilia because personal comfort. The timelines won't necessarily coincide (upto all of us to decide), nor will every scenario be a series unless asked for and one character can appear as different entities in different stories for example, Steve as a devil, Steve as an angel or Steve as a werewolf etc. It is multifandom but will mainly contain Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters, occasionally Henry Cavill. The point is to have fun. 

Disclaimer: This is a dark AU, and I do not own the characters/celebrities that this AU will contain. Beware, good things are a rarity in this AU. It contains mature and dark content so browse it at your own discretion. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Dark themes (which include noncon/dubcon).

Note: Readers will be inclusive unless mentioned otherwise. The cover slides will only be for referential and aesthetic purposes. 

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[sarahowritesostucky]

Sexuality Profile: Andy

The main thing about Andy is that he likes power and control.

Not in a hardcore BDSM way, mind you. Oh no. He's a true Daddydom.

Mature Content below the break. Consume Responsibly.

He really loves to just have you be his good girl who's always going to listen to him and be sweet and needy for him. His wife is frigid, so he loves having a woman who is always ready and willing. He likes feeling wanted for a change.

So he's definitely the most "Daddy" of all your five guys, and he knows it because you tell him all the time. You call him Daddy waaay more than you do Ari, Lloyd, Kemp, or Bucky.

When you're with him, he's in complete control - and that's how you like it! He takes over so you don't have to worry about anything. Gone is the usually calculating, business savvy sex worker. In her place? A vulnerable, sweet girl.

You wouldn't characterize it as "age play," what you two do. It's more so just focused on a power imbalance dynamic: He's the smart, in charge, capable one; and you're the innocent, helpless, dumb(ish) one. It's a persona you fall into for him, and yet it doesn't feel like 'acting' at all. You love the escape of getting to be a sweet dumb thing for him.

Andy and Kemp are the only ones of your five who are married (Ari's divorced). Now, Kemp is just completely disengaged from his wife, but you don't get the sense that he minds her.

Andy minds Laurie. He is very unhappily married and would prefer to be divorced, but the stakes are too high (finances, custody of his son). There is ... something else, though.

You don't know what, but there is something dark in his past that Laurie knows about and holds over him. Andy once did something to protect his son Jacob, and you have your suspicions, but he shuts down whenever you ask (so you don't ask).

Whatever is is, you know he's stuck living in a house with a woman he hates.

So for Andy in particular, you really do serve as an escape. You're everything his wife Laurie isn't: submissive, kind, caring, young and sweet, accommodating, and sensual.

He's been diminished and emasculated by his wife for so long, you're like a breath of fresh air to him. You're a place he can come to relax, indulge ...

... and even vent. Out of all your daddies, Andy is the most into spanking.

And for him it's not just a spur of the moment kind of thing. Sure, he'll give you a playful swat during sex, but he also has rules and discipline set in place for you and will calmly punish you with spankings when you fall short.

One of your favorite places to be is over his lap on the bed, his steady voice asking if you're comfortable "before we get started," his hands caressing lightly all over your bum before that first, dedicated smack comes down.

Andy knows how to spank, and his big, masculine hands can pack a wallop. He'll usually let you grind, or situate a vibrating toy under you while he spanks. It's only if you've really done bad that he'll spank you without any stimulation at all.

Now, you like smacks during sex just fine, but you never imagined that you could get so wet from grinding your clit against your daddy's thigh while he punishes you.

You've discovered a lot of things about yourself, thanks to your five daddies, and with Andy the biggest realization you've come to is that you crave having a big, strong, kind and bossy man in control of you. In fact you thrive on it. After so many years of hustling and being "that boss bitch," you're tired of the grind and of having to constantly look out for yourself because no one else will. Andy is a relief to you, in that way.

You call him Daddy a lot, and sometimes "Mr. Barber," when you're being saucy or playful (and it's an instant boner from him when you do).

Andy's favored pet names for you are "babygirl," "sweetheart," and "little one/little miss."

He thrives on making you feel safe and cared for. He loves that protector and provider role. Whenever something upsets you with one of the other guys, he can always tell (and he'll spank, tickle, or edge you until he finally gets the answers out of you.)

Andy and you have a game you play. You'll snuggle together on the couch and you'll both let your hands roam as you watch the movie, teasing and touching and rubbing each other until the end credits roll. It's it's own weird little sort of tantra: playful, teasing, and guaranteed to have you dripping wet by the end of the movie.

Like Ari, Andy is a big fan of morning sex. He almost always wakes up hard, and he loves to just roll you over and press you down into the bedding, plastered to your back with the lube bottle in hand and coaxing you to just close your eyes and "Let Daddy put it in."

Of all your guys, Andy spends the most time at your apartment. He has a desk there because he works so much, and you have a semi-regular routine of sitting beneath his desk and cockwarming/playing with him. It's a favorite activity of yours (especially during his teleconferences).

Andy loves your womanly body, and he's always grabbing and groping you--even parts that you get squirmy and whiny about when he does (he doesn't care he does it anyway).

He loves to see you in lacy, girlish, innocent things--again, not so much an ageplay thing as it is a sweetness and power imbalance thing. Andy's wife refuses to dress up in "silly things" for him, but you are more than happy to accommodate him.

Since the two of you spend so much time just being snuggly together in the apartment, you always either wear cute and tempting loungewear/pajamas, or else very short skirts/dresses with flirtatious thigh high stockings.

Andy was the first of the Daddies that you met. And he's very typical of the sort of "unhappily married and seeking affection"-type clients you used to get a lot of.

He was much more unhappy then and was more controlling and slightly rougher with you for those first few months, but he's mellowed out the longer he's had you and gotten his needs met.

Fun fact: when you first met him, you were considering getting a labiaplasty, but he absolutely put his foot down and forbid it, because he loves that you're "an outie" as he calls it. He told Ari this information, and now the two of them both make a habit of paying extensive attention to playing with your lips when they go down on you, making their point that you'd better never even think about it.

He likes having anal with you. But since you actively dislike it, he only asks for it on very special occasions, and when he can't have that he still likes to rim you and finger you as part of foreplay. When you do let him, he spends an obscene amount of time getting you ready and making sure you've cum at least once before he puts it in.

His favorite position is you on top to start (because he knows you cum fast that way), and him on top to finish.

And his one fantasy that he hasn't yet confided/fulfilled? He wants to have a threesome with you and Ari. (He'd really love to DP, but he knows that's not likely to happen, because you've told him about Ari's ... size.)

And a secondary fantasy: he wouldn't mind cucking Lloyd - he hates that guy.

If there's something you want to know about Sugar Baby and any of the five daddies, feel free to shoot me an ask!

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[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 10

Warnings- Mean exes, angst, kind of hostage situation.

Your heart raced in your chest as you tightly clutched the dummy phone in your hand. Anger and anxiety boiled within you as you mustered the courage to speak. “What are you doing here?” you demanded, your voice cold and firm.

Bucky's dark smile widened as he replied, his tone almost mocking. “Why not, doll? I'm here to eat and meet you.”

Peter and MJ could sense the tension crackling in the air, and they moved discreetly to your side, their protective instincts kicking in.

Peter discreetly turned toward you, his expression filled with concern. “Y/n, who is he?” he asked quietly. You didn't take your eyes off Bucky as you responded coolly, “No one important.”

Bucky's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he interjected, his tone patronizing. “Now, DOLL, that's not how you talk to your customer.”

Your anger flared at his condescending tone, “Don't call me that.” you snapped.

MJ firmly told Bucky, “Sir, please leave.”

However, Bucky arrogantly ignored her plea and attempted to make an outrageous offer. “Tell you what, you both leave her and work for me and my buddy, and we will pay you triple what she pays.” he said, cockiness lacing his tone.

However, to Bucky's surprise, both MJ and Peter immediately responded with a resounding, “NO.”

MJ's voice rose as she shouted back, “We don't want anything from you or your buddy. Get out.”

Your smirk widened with pride at their firm denial.

Bucky's gaze shifted toward Peter, and you could sense the ominous tension building. With a sly smile, Bucky asked, “What's your age, kid?”

Peter hesitantly responded, “Seventeen.”

Bucky's smirk widened as he redirected his attention to you. “You know, if you ever want tips on how to satisfy a girl, you can ask,” he started to say.

But before he could even finish, your hand connected forcefully with his face, leaving a fiery smack mark.

Bucky's eyes widened in shock and surprise, his hand instinctively going to touch his burning cheek.

Peter and MJ's eyes widened in shock at your bold move, their faces filled with a mix of admiration and disbelief. “Whoa,” Peter breathed, stunned by your reaction.

“Bitch,” Bucky hissed, his anger surging as he roughly grabbed your hand.

Immediately, both MJ and Peter rushed to your side, “Hey, let her go!” they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with concern and worry. But Bucky just tightened his grip further, ignoring their pleas.

“Kids, leave us alone. We can handle it from here on.” Steve appeared, stepping towards you and Bucky, a serious expression on his face. “We can handle it from here.” he affirmed.

Meanwhile back at Fortress of Solitude

Lloyd couldn't help but break into a cheerful sing-song voice, addressing Nick. “Wake up, sexy Fowler!”

However, Nick, his head resting on the table due to a severe hangover, let out a groan of complaint. “Shut up, and this is your fault!” he mumbled, blaming Lloyd for his current state.

Lloyd chuckled, his eyes glittering mischievously. “My fault? I just wanted my friends to have a good time.” he defended himself.

Nick, his head still resting on the table, weakly protested, “Yeah right. Never listening to you again, and please tell me you didn't make Y/n drink like me and Barber.”

Lloyd feigned innocence, a sly grin on his face, “Nah, I wouldn't do that to Sugar.” Nick raised his head from the table, groaning as he rubbed his forehead. “Good,” he muttered. “Where is she anyway?”

Lloyd smile, his gaze fixed on the still-groaning Nick. “She's at her café. She'll be working for a couple of days,” he informed Nick.

Nick nodded thoughtfully, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. “It will be a good distraction for her,” he concurred. “She needs something else to focus on other than that prick Steve.”

Lloyd chuckled, his trademark smirk playing across his face. “I can distract her better,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Nick groaned, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance. “Enough with your dick!” he protested, shaking his head.

Lloyd glares at him, before clearing his throat “Anyway Barnes is back in town.” “What?” Nick's head snaps towards Lloyd, his expression filled with disbelief and anger.

Lloyd continued, his voice grave. “Sugar saw him yesterday, and I saw him too, but I feigned ignorance and asked Jake to confirm, and guess what?”

“He's back with his precious Steve,” he muttered through gritted teeth. Lloyd nodded solemnly, confirming the news. Present time.

Steve chuckled coldly, his eyes scanning the cafe. “Let me do a quick tour of this place,” he said, a hint of smugness in his tone. “But first, hand over your phones.”

MJ and Peter immediately spoke up in unison, their voices firm and resolute. “No!” they exclaimed, their eyes narrowing at Steve's demand.

Steve's impatience grew, his tone turning more ominous as he threatened. “Come on. Hand them over. I'll give them back, unless you want me to snatch them!” he warned.

MJ and Peter exchanged a brief glance with you, their worry evident. They looked at you uncertainly, seeking reassurance. You offered them a gentle smile, silently reassuring them that it would be okay and gesturing for them to cooperate.

Steve looked around the cafe one last time, his gaze lingering on the counter. “Well, there's only one phone on the counter.” he noted, holding MJ and Peter's phones in his hand. Bucky chimed in, his interest piqued. “What about the office?” he inquired.

Steve shrugged nonchalantly, his tone dismissive. “Nothing, just her purse in there.” he replied, a hint of disinterest in his voice.

Realization struck you suddenly as you recalled where your real phone was tucked away in your purse. A glimmer of hope sparked within you, as you realized the chance to contact Lloyd.

As you discreetly signaled to MJ and Peter by shaking your hand, the one with the dummy phone, their eyes widened as they tried to understand your message.

Oblivious to your ploy, Steve, without even looking, reached out and grabbed what he assumed was your phone from your hand.

Steve confidently made his way to the entrance, his actions deliberate as he flipped the sign to 'closed,' locking the door, isolating Peter and MJ within the office.

Peter's gaze met yours for a final lingering moment, his eyes filled with a silent plea. Sensing his unspoken message, you mouthed to him, “PURSE,” silently instructing him to look for your phone in your purse.

“Come on, doll, have a seat...” Bucky beckoned, gesturing to an empty chair. “We are here to talk.” His tone commanding yet mocking.

Your heart raced in your chest, the pet name he used making your skin crawl. Reluctantly, you took a seat, your eyes never leaving his.

In the cramped office, Peter and MJ huddled together, concern etched on their faces.

“MJ, we have to do something,” Peter whispered urgently, his eyes flickering towards the closed door where Steve and Bucky were likely to be on the other side. “We need to help her.”

“I know,” MJ nodded, her voice filled with frustration. “But they have our phones. What can we do?” Peter frowned, trying to recall the brief interaction before being locked away. “Wait,” he said, his voice growing more hopeful.

“She was shaking the dummy phone,” Peter explained, realization dawning on him. Peter's eyes widened in understanding. “She said 'p-u-r-s'“ he spelled out.

MJ nodded vigorously, her mind racing. “Her purse!!!” she confirmed. “It's the only thing left here.”

MJ quickly dived into your purse, rummaging through its contents, found your phone.

“Damn it, it's locked,” she cursed, frustration lacing her voice. Peter leaned in beside her, his impatience growing. “Type random passwords!” he urged, his voice a whisper.

MJ shot him a glare. “Patience…” she replied, her fingers hovering over the phone. “I think I can swipe the password from the prints on the screen.”

With a few muttered curses, MJ cautiously attempted the password a couple of times until, finally, she succeeded in unlocking your phone.

MJ shoved your phone into Peter's hands, her expression growing worried. “Here,” she said urgently.

Peter quickly glanced at the name on the last contact labeled “Lloyd” and looked up at MJ. “Who's Lloyd?” she asked, curiosity evident in her voice. “I don't know,” Peter replied. “Just check the emergency contact numbers.”

Peter scrolled through your phone, his heart racing, and spotted Lloyd's name under the emergency contact list. His eyes widened as he read his name aloud. “It's Lloyd.”

“Then call him!” MJ urged, her voice filled with desperation. Peter nodded, his thumbs trembling as he quickly dialed Lloyd's number.

“I remember, he was at home earlier with Y/n.”

Lloyd's voice came through the phone, assuming it was you on the other line. “Hey Sugar, already missing me?” he teased, a hint of playfulness in his tone. Nick, sitting nearby, rolled his eyes at Lloyd's typical demeanor.

“Umm...hello sir Hansen” Lloyd's tone changed to one of concern. “Who are you?” he asked sharply. “Who is it?” Nick asks, seeing Lloyd tensed. “Peter,” came the nervous reply. “Peter who?” Lloyd questioned, his unease growing. “May's nephew,” Peter added, explaining the situation further. Lloyd's voice grew tight when he heard the mention of your name. “What are you doing with Y/n's phone?” he demanded.

Peter's voice trembled as he urgently explained the situation to Lloyd. “Mr. Hansen,” he began, his words racing out in a rush. “Y/n needs your help. Some guy named Barnes... and her ex... they're here. They've taken our phones and locked me and MJ inside the office.”

Lloyd's response was instant and visceral. “THAT FUCKER!!!!” he roared. “Sir,” Peter pleaded, “please hurry.”

Lloyd's voice hardened, determined. “On my way, kid!” he replied firmly.

MJ fidgeted anxiously, her eyes darting towards the phone. “What did he say?” she asked, her voice tinged with urgency. Peter relayed Lloyd's words, a hint of hope in his voice. “On my way kid.” he repeated, the term echoing in the air.

MJ cocked an eyebrow, her irritation flaring momentarily. “Why does everyone keeps calling us kids?” she muttered more to herself than Peter, her eyes rolling slightly in annoyance.

Peter just shrugged in response, a sheepish smile on his face.

Nick watched as Lloyd's expression hardened, knowing something was amiss. “What happened?” he asked, grabbing his guns and preparing himself for the worst.

Lloyd's tone was tight with anger as he responded. “Barnes and Steve are at the café. They've taken their phones and locked the kids in the office.” Nick's jaw clenched at the news. “That fucker and his side kick will pay!” he growled, his voice sharp and filled with a promise of retribution.

Part 9- Part 11

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Writing Bingo Masterlist

for my 1k follower celebration

! BINGO: this challenge is complete !

The Bingo Challenge is officially finished! Thank you all for participating. Here you can find all the requested fics in order:

secret relationship (Bucky)

period cramps (Steve)

presumed dead (Bucky) part two (protective)

one saves the other (Bucky)

cheesy pick-up line (College!Henry!Sherlock)

convincing to adopt animal (Steve)

secret admirer (College!Steve)

“Who did this to you?” (College!Roommate!Bucky - enemies to lovers)

touch starved (Ari)

tending to wounds after a fight (Bucky)

protective (Bucky) part one (presumed dead)

verbal fight (Bucky)

mind reader (Bucky x Enhanced!Reader)

miscommunication (Bucky x Enhanced!Reader)

[buckyscombatboots]

I Wanna Be Yours❦

Part 1: Snap out of it

Part 2: Arabella - Coming soon

One stop off of heaven masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, infidelity, reader is the side piece, hurt, brief mentions of childhood friend!Bucky, no happy ending (sort of), reader is used, no aftercare, all hurt no comfort, p in v, rough sex, hate sex, doggy style, hair pulling, slapping, biting, allusions to reader being infertile (can be ignored :))

Nicknames: My girl, whore, slut, Sweetheart, buttercup

WC: 4K

The Happier version: My Girl -Coming soon

A/N: This is the angstier version of the fic ‘My Girl’ and is the actually original version of the fic and more truly embodies what I was feeling when writing them both.

A/N: Ive been gone for a really long time (like almost 3 months) and I’m really sorry I’ve been extremely busy, because as a lot of you know I’m doing a PhD right now. Anyway, this is part of a series that I’ll hopefully finish when I’m not so busy. I also have a few requests to finish. Love y’all 💕

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

You both laid in the middle of the hotel bed, your head nuzzled into Bucky’s chest as you held him tight, taking in the smell of him like it was the last time you’d ever be able to. Your mind burned as you broke down every note of his scent; Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted it like a recipe in your head, begging yourself not to forget it. Just in case you ever had to recreate it when he was gone, it was inevitable after all—It was reality, this world you had both created in this room was no longer tangible. Someone was going to find out, or they had already—and to make him keep risking it, running around with you at night. It couldn’t continue, the thought of it ending made your throat tighten and a smell similar to pva glue fill your nose. It burnt as you blinked the tears back. Even as you squeezed him tighter, closer, it felt like he drifted further and further away; you could just feel it. He was distancing himself from you mentally and now physically, to make it more bearable for you both; so that he could lessen the pain, but little did he know the more he moved away the more it hurt, the more your heart shattered into tiny, little pieces that you’d inevitably be left alone to pick up. You wondered if you’d ever be able to repair your heart, or if it had shattered so much into such minuscule pieces that trying would be futile.

You had one final night with him and here you were, spending it cuddling him trying to suppress your tears. You didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes if you shattered, if you showed how much this little love affair truly meant to you. You loved putting up the tough, emotionless bitch act but you couldn’t. Not now. Not if it meant letting him go, never feeling his rough hands trace your every curve, never having him to kiss every scar, never being able to hear his deep, silky voice. You didn’t give a shit about the sex, no matter how mind blowing it was. You just wanted him to stay, you’d become celibate if it meant he’d stay. You’d do anything. But you weren’t “his girl” no matter how many times he whispered it to you softly or made you scream it as he fucked you. You just weren’t his. Not in the eyes of the law and not in the eyes of any of your guy’s friends. She was and you hated her for it, you hated the nice girl who brought you ‘Welcome home’ cookies, who comforted you when you were crying, despite not know you were mourning your chance with her husband, the sweet, beautiful, perfect girl that would one day give Bucky the sweet, beautiful, perfect family he’d always dreamed of. You hated that you hated her, it felt immoral, this all felt immoral. But she had what you wanted; him. She had him wrapped around her tiny, wicked…pretty, well manicured finger, it was wrong of you to force him into this—Bucky had always been weak to you and you used that against him. You made him cheat, but deep down you knew a part of him liked it. He was just like you after all, he was broken and a collector—but instead of things you both collected bits and pieces of others and saved them up inside you, it’s what made you both feel whole.

His arm that had been laying flat under your head shifted, he ran his fingers through your hair, rubbing slowly circles on your scalp, caressing the base of your skull with his warm palm. His touch was too much, you didn’t deserve it. That’s what broke you. The burning in your nose got too much; tears began to stream from your eyes like water from a broken faucet and the knot straining in your throat gave way to heavy sobs as you scrunched the material of his shirt in your fingers “What’s wrong sugar?” He asked indifferently, but you couldn’t answer. The embarrassment from letting your walls finally fall in front of him and the pity you had for yourself, that you detested, jammed your throat. You tried to open you mouth to speak, to tell him it was nothing or that you’d had an awful day at work, you’d always been quite sensitive, he knew that, so the excuse of being yelled at in front of everyone at work would probably work, but no matter how much you tried to summon the words you couldn’t speak. The frustration just made it worse, the warmth from your emotional outburst and his natural heat made it hard to breathe. You pushed away from him, finally distancing yourself. But the implications of your action just intensified your blubbering, you felt like a child as you collapsed in front of him.

Bucky pulled you closer even as you tried to fight him off. You kept your face hidden behind your hair, but he started to peel it away from your damp cheeks. “There we go I can see you now.” He let out a halfhearted nervous laugh, smiling. His smile. Your chest tightened painfully, even through your drowned vision, the full intensity of his welcoming smile hit you like a pile of bricks. “What’s wrong, sugar pea? You can tell me, it’s just us.”

“I can’t- can’t tell you”

“Why not? We’ve know each other since we were kids, you can tell me anything.”

“You’re gonna- you’re gonna hate me.”

“I could never hate you. I’ve seen do a bunch of things and I’ve never once hated you.”

“I’m in love with you.” You blurted, your hands scrambled to your mouth covering it in fear of more words spilling out unchecked. The room fell silent and you heard Bucky’s breathing stop short. You’d ruined everything. Your whole chest ached as your heart beat ramped up, slamming against your rib cage, your ears ringing as the precious Eden you’d created with him began to crumble and rot. Neither of you said a word for what felt like forever, then he slowly pushed you away from him and he rose from the bed slipping on his shoes. “Wait, no don’t leave please.”

“You just had to go ruin it didn’t you? It’s like your specialty.” He turned to you sweeping his hand through the air as he spoke “ Y/N professional ruiner.” He scoffed as he returned to tying his laces “I mean God! You had one job! And it was to lay there and not talk, but you just had to open your mouth.” Every single poisonous word that fell from his tongue knived you.

You held onto his back trying to pull him back into bed “No please, please don’t leave me!” You cried, hardening your grip as he tried to stand.

“You’re so pathetically lonely, you always have been.” Bucky pushed you into the bed, holding your hands above your head as he glared down at you “You’re just like a dog you know that? A creature that can’t survive without its master. That’s what you’ve made me isn’t it? Your master. Well I can’t be anymore, the little doggy needs to realise that she can’t keep forcing people to be in her life, dragging people into her misery!” As he berated you you sobbed, trying to turn away from his scrutinising, to cover your ears. He was right, you were dragging him down into your misery. You were pathetic. You were harming him and his life by existing. “You know what? How about, as a parting gift, we do it one final time? Give the bitch what she wants? Would that make you happy? Would it finally fill that gaping hole inside of you?”

You nodded tearfully, gnawing down on your bottom lip to stop sobbing. It didn’t stop anything. In fact it just made the helpless feeling inside you fester.

He began tearing your clothes off, tugging at your shirt harshly making it catch your ear as he yanked. You resisted the urge to yelp, you didn’t want to anger him further. He tossed it carelessly and gave you a light slap on your cheek before squeezing your face in the palm of his hand. “You’re so pretty when you cry.” He let out a dark chuckle as he scrunched your face “You are pathetic aren’t you? I can’t believe it took me this long to realise just how pathetic you truly are. You can take off your skirt can’t you?” You whine out a yes and start to undo your skirt, but your eyes are drawn to Bucky undressing above you. You watch the muscle under his slightly tanned skin stretching and tensing as he removes his clothes. Once he was nude he looked down at you expectantly, catching your wander gaze with a stern scowl “Why are you still wearing clothes? I just told you to take your skirt off. Do it.” You scrambled to unzip your skirt, fiddling with the zipper. Bucky tutted, grabbing the sides of the fabric and tearing it apart “Simple.”

More tears filled your eyes as he yanked off your panties. You closed your eyes and thought back to the other times you were together in different hotels, how gentle he was as he stroked the soft flesh of your thigh and nibbled at your skin, whispering promises and praise as he approached your core. He’d stretch and tease you till you begged him for more and even then he’d be so very careful as he entered, pressing his skin against yours as much as possible just to feel even closer to you.

A searing pain shot through your scalp, making your eye shoot open, as he pulled your hair wrapped around his strong vibranium fingers “Face down, ass in the air.”

“Aren’t you going to prep me first?” You asked sheepishly, your voice not going above a whisper.

“Why the fuck- No. Just do what I told you to do. I’m hard, I want to fuck you.” He scoffed, clearly tired with your constant hesitations and questions.

Hesitantly you sat up and presented yourself to him, hoovering your face above the pillows. He pushed your head down, your heart jumped, fear blooming in your chest; for a brief moment you thought he was going to suffocate you, the reminisce of his smell on the pillows filling your lungs. He released your head, you lifted your face from the pillow slightly “Stay down.” He ordered sternly, sounding bored as his dripping tip pressed against your entrance. You did as he said, lowering your cheek back down on the cheap fabric of the pillow case; you began fiddling with the cream coloured fitted sheet, rubbing the fabric between the tips of you fingers. Waiting. Then you felt him push into you, a searing, stretching pain tingling through every fibre of your being as his thick shaft parted your walls. You weren’t as wet as usual, you weren’t as ready as usual, you were afraid of him in this moment. More afraid than you’d ever been in your life. “Fucking tight. God no wonder I keep coming back to you, it’s this pussy. It’s like silk.” He sheathed fully inside of you, ramming his weeping tip against your cervix.

“Ow! Buck, slow. P-please.” You requested timidly, stuttering out the last part fearfully, feeling a sense of uneasiness churn your insides.

He guffawed in response, leaning his head down to rest against your arched spine. Warm puffs of air made your hairs stand on end as he laughed at your request. Finally he rose back up, swiping a tear from the corner of his eye “Last time I checked whores don’t have much of a say in how their clients fuck them. Lay there and look pretty, moan for me, scream for me, but for fucksake whatever you do just don’t talk. You’re driving me crazy.” He pulled out in one Swift motion before slamming himself back inside, relishing in the cry that left your lips “I’m gonna use your little slut hole and you’re gonna thank me for it aren't you?” His voice deepened as he asked, changing his pace from long and brutal to shallow and fast. When you didn’t answer he slapped your ass harshly and clawed at your back leaving painful, searing red streaks “I said. You’re going to thank me, aren’t you.”

You choked on your tears as you answered, managing to croak out a very quiet “yes, Bucky.” Before burying your face back into the pillow in embarrassment from the sound of how ruined your own voice sounded. You took a deep breath in, taking in the lingering scent of Bucky’s cologne. Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted the list of fragrances, hoping it would carry you away to a better time. But the sound of his grunting, the sound of his skin colliding with yours and the painful, heavy sadness weighing on your head was too much for you to think back to the past. You were trapped here, under him as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

You felt his once loving cool, metal hand snake around your throat squeezing tightly, you began to choke spit flying from your mouth onto the already tear dampened white pillows “The one good thing about you is you feel so much better than her and you let me do whatever I want to you. You let me choke you.” Bucky gave your throat two strong squeezes before removing his hand to allow you to breathe “she- ah squeezing again? God I’m gonna miss this tight cunt. She’s so vanilla, only missionary, no blowjobs and I practically have to beg her to let me eat her out. But you, you’re a little whore, you'll do anything as long as I pump you full of my cock.” As he finished talking Bucky slammed his hips into your ass, watching it jiggle at the force. He craned his neck down and bit the supple flesh, grinding his teeth and licking the mark before returning to his thrusts, slapping your ass just to hear you yelp. You squeezed him even tighter every time he slapped your ass and with each moan and cry your voice sounded more and more ruined, you hated that even when he was treating you like dirt your body responded to him and he could draw this much pleasure from you.

The gradual heat that had been rising within you was becoming unbearable and the moans you have been trying to silence we’re now impossible to silence “That’s it. Scream for me.” A deep, guttural moan escaped from his open mouth, his hand on your hip growing stronger, to the point that you could feel bruises sprouting “Fuck. So close. So goddamn close, I need you to milk me with you tight hole.” Bucky’s metal hand moved away from you head and slipped underneath you, gathering your slick and fiddling with your clit with his thumb.

“Ahh! So good! So good, Buck!” His hand that was holding your hips buried itself in your hair before he yanked it at. You screamed in response to the burning in your scalp

“I said no talking you fucking whore!” You sniffled in response, feeling your release draw nearer. You pushed back against him choking out a moan as you came on his cock, your walls pulsing and squeezing around his twitching length. Bucky rammed into you a few more time with uncoordinated thrust, believing out a loud “Fuck!” As he painted your walls white. A whimper crawled from your throat as he pulled out; you could feel his seed leaking out of you. Bucky flopped down on the bed next to you pulling a few tissues from the bedside table to clean himself. An awkward silence permeated through the room. Not once after having sex with Bucky did you feel dirty, but today you did. You felt an indescribable urge to get home and scrub yourself till your skin bleed to even hope to remove the icky, gross feeling spread across your skin.

Slowly you lifted your head from the pillow and carefully laid down on your back, wincing as you reddened bottom came in contact with the quilt. You laid there staring at ceiling, tears making your vision swim. Bucky’s rough hand entwined with yours; he squeezed your hand twice and swiped the pad of his thumb across your knuckles tenderly “She’s pregnant. I thought I should tell you. She's gonna give me that family I’d always dreamed of.” The words that were crawling up your throat died, you died. Your body went rigid at the word, pregnant. Of course she was pregnant. The word made you sick, it made you jealous, it made you a crucible of contempt boiling over a bunsen flame—you were going to explode. “We'll, aren't you going to say anything? I’ve been wanting this for a long time. I thought you’d at least be happy for me.”

“Congratulations.” The voice that came out didn’t sound like you, It sounded robotic, metallic and forced. But that was all you could manage, if you said anymore you might snap and strangle him or go kill her. You hated yourself for hating her. But it didn’t make the nagging belief in the back of your mind that it should have been you. That it was destined to be you. He was yours, you were his. It was meant to be you at the altar, meant to be you telling funny stories at your wedding about how you were childhood friends that went to high school and college together, who both had brewing feelings that you both kept suppressed and when you finally both got the courage to confess you had to move for work, but destiny made it so you would both reunite and jump at the chance to confess. It was meant to be you.

“Thanks.” His tone was bitter “ I can stay a bit longer, but I’ll have to leave soon. She’s waiting for me after all.” He cuddled you close, stroking your hair, probably imagining you were her. Had he imagined you were her this whole time? Was it that painful for him to fuck you?

The amount of thoughts racing in your head made you want to step outside into the chilly night air to cool down, but now was your final chance to be with him and you weren’t going to waste it. You ran you hands across the corded muscle of his back, drawing soothing circles just like he used to do for you when you couldn’t sleep. When sleep made your eyelids heavy you barely put up a fight, you welcomed sleep with open arms, you wanted to be freed from the bleak, harsh reality and enter into a dream world where she was you. Yeah that sounded good.

“Bucky?” You called groggily. There was no reply. You crawled over to his side of the bed, it was still warm, and peered over the edge. His shoes were gone and so were his clothes. You laid back on the bed, your eyes catching sight of a torn bit of paper. You grabbed the paper and unfolded it, your hands trembling as you read it ‘I don’t want to see you anymore, please don’t bother my family. - James’ You read the words over and over praying they would change into another message, but it didn’t work. It only made the pang in your chest throb. You scrunched it in your hand as you curled up into a ball trying to disappear as you soaked up the shadow of his body heat, the memories of him that were lingering in that shadow—high school when he sat with you behind the bleachers in the rain and gave you his varsity jacket to warm you up “I’m your portable heater at this point.” He jested, letting out his signature low husky laugh that made you melt, college when he held you from behind as you cried into your pillow about your college senior boyfriend who dumped you, because he was graduating; you could still feel the phantom of Bucky’s warmth whenever you were sad thanks to that day. The day he stroked your hair and whispered into your ear that “He didn’t deserve you.” And that he’d “never make you feel like this.” Well he had so many times, he was right now. But it hurt even more now, it was over for good. You’d lost him, you were too many years too late and now you were just clutching to fleeting memories, but God if the feelings didn’t sting every time you thought about him. It was hard not to, he’d dominated every significant moment of your life. But now you were barred from his perfect little family.

Slowly you unscrunched yourself from the ball you’d folded yourself into, spreading your body out like a starfish drying out on the beach. Your throat was scratchy from crying and your eyes were heavy and swollen. Everything hurt, but simultaneously you were so numb.

You thought of showering, you thought of searching through your bag for some pain meds, you thought of driving your car off the bridge back to the city. You thought a lot, as you laid there staring at the yellowed patches on the popcorn ceiling from water damage.

You thought so much and so hard that you didn’t even notice you’d started crying, again, you were drowning in your emotions. You were huddled in a lifeboat slowly filling with water, with no sight of land. You were waiting for him to save you, but he wasn’t coming back “I wanna be yours. Just wanna be…”

A disembodied voice continued “Yours. Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought.” The sweet sound of the man’s singing stops “I thought we were gonna sing together, sweetheart.” There was a soft knocking on the wall next to your head “No more crying okay? Guy was a dick anyway.”

“Who are you?” You questioned, sitting up and pressing your ear against the paper thin wall

“A person who’s also been left out to dry, a person who also needs someone to stop me from drowning. If you want some comfort I can come over; we can just lay here, Y/N.” The way he said your name brought back so many memories, you knew who he was

“Ari?” You asked hesitantly, the man who Bucky said didn’t deserve you all the way back in college was on the other side of the wall. He’d listened to everything. You wanted to evaporate.

The door knob of your room jiggled and then the door creaked open. In the doorway was Ari, droplets of rain trickling down his skin. He dipped his head down so he didn’t hit it as he entered your room, his brown hair was a bit longer than it was in college, his beard a bit fuller, he was much more muscular and his chest was more hairy; but for the most part he was the same, he even still had the same crotchety, yet solemn look on his face “Hiya, Sunshine.” His voice was low and soothing, as if you were the finest China that he was worried about shattering. He closed the door gently and walked over to the side of the bed, crouching down to try to make his bearish figure smaller and less daunting “Long time no see. didn’t think the next time I’d see you would be in a shoddy motel, but life is nothing if not unpredictable, right?”

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[missacidburn928]

Feeling extra gothic and spooky. Might mess around and finally work on this beauty.

Fantasy/Little Red Riding Hood/ABO AU 

Our Alphas: Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes

Our Little Red Omega "Selene/Red": Omega Fae with powerful sex magic who's scent lures the strongest Alpha's from all around to test their might and virility. Light hazel eyes in shades of green and amber. Full pouty lips. Thicc and curvy. Built to be every wolf’s desire. Made to be bred. Has an unquenchable lust for the taste of Alpha blood on her tongue and her mark on their flesh. 

Summary:

Their sweet words fall like bittersweet honey. Lacing pain and menace under a sugary facade. Coating everything. Sticky, sweet and unthreatening. All earth and warmth. The best disguise for unsuspecting beings, with open hearts and damaged souls.

A succulent entree for her sharp teeth to feast upon. For she is made of moonlight and fang. All charm and soulful eyes. While hiding an all encompassing darkness inside. 

Sinful lips with a deadly tongue. Patiently waiting for her prey to become safe and lucid. Drunk off of her words and lingering touch.

When their red hoods fall, exposing the softness of their throats. Her eyes become bigger, as her hunger and lust for flesh grows. Just one bite and she'll change your life.

My, oh my.

What big fangs you have my dear.

🐺

[buckymorelikefuckme]

𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓁:

❀ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

❀ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

❀ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

❀ 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇:

❀ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

❀ 𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

❀ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭

𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈:

♡ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

♡ 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[shamrockqueen]

Pink demon : pretty in pink Halloween (hot neighbor Bucky x reader)

The Succubus Part Three : Succubus reader X Bucky (puritan period piece AU)

Holy is the lamb - Chapter 1 : Dark Priest Bucky x Innocent Nun reader (demon possession/AU)

Stud : Vintage erotica AU/Ari Levinson X reader

Caged : werewolf Cain Burgess x reader (AU)

I’ve taken a few down to lighten my work load. The twice a week posting was a long shot for me so I’ll take that into consideration for the future that if I want to do a marathon of kinktober fics that I have to prepare better ahead of time.

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 11

Warnings- Slight captive situation, threats, manipulation, touching without consent, revelations.

MJ and Peter pressed their ears closely to the door, straining to catch any sounds from outside the office.

“Can you hear anything?” MJ whispered anxiously, her eyes flickering towards Peter.

Peter remained focused, his ear pressed firmly against the door. “Trying to...” he murmured back, concentrating on any faint sounds that might filter through.

Lloyd and Nick As Lloyd navigated through dense traffic, anger and impatience were written all over his face. Nick's voice filled the car, his words tinged with annoyance and the remnants of a hangover.

“I know we're in a hurry, and you can keep driving like a madman, without blaring the horn every five seconds!” Nick grumbled, massaging his temples.

Lloyd gripped the steering wheel tighter, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “This traffic sucks. Move it, you shit heads!” he muttered under his breath, his frustration mounting.

Meanwhile at the café-

You sat uncomfortably squished between Bucky and Steve, your body tensed and on guard.

Bucky attempted to touch you, but you promptly slapped his arm away. Steve smirked, thinking he could do the same, but your glare shut him down immediately.

“DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!” you yelled firmly, your words echoing through the room and filling Peter and MJ with worry.

Bucky and Steve only smirked in response. Steve grabbed your hand, his grip tight, while Bucky's hand moved to your knee, pinning you in place.

You struggled against their grip, your voice filled with anger and defiance. “Let me go!” you shouted, tugging against their hold.

Steve responded in a condescending tone, a smug smile on his face. “No can do, baby doll.”

You snapped back, your voice filled with a bitter edge. “Steve, we are divorced. Go to your Peggy. Leave me alone. Isn't this what you wanted?”

“And James…aaaahh” Bucky's grin widened as he squeezed your knee with a tight grip, his hand sending a jolt of discomfort through you when you called him by his first name with gritted teeth.

“Bucky why are you even here?” Bucky responded with a smile, his tone nonchalant. “To bring you back home doll.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief at their audacity. “Home? I'm not going anywhere with you two!” you hissed, trying to free yourself from their grasps.

Bucky's hand remained firmly on your knee, his grip possessive. “See, as soon as you left, Steve called me,” he began, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. “I had to make things right. It was part of our agreement.”

You looked at Bucky in confusion, your anger momentarily replaced by curiosity. “Agreement?”

Bucky's grip on your knee tightened, causing you to wince slightly. His gaze held a mix of determination and possessiveness.

“Yes, you see, I knew Steve loves you...” Bucky continued. “I love you too.”

You shook your head vehemently, your anger flaring at his audacity. “You mean loved. It’s past tense!” you spat, your voice laced with hurt and frustration.

Bucky locked eyes with you, his gaze intense. “No, doll. You're still my girl and Steve’s wife.” he stated firmly.

You turned your gaze towards Steve, your expression hardening. “No, we are not,” you repeated emphatically. “Steve and I are divorced, and you broke up with me!”

Steve remained silent, his expression unreadable as he observed the exchange between you and Bucky.

Bucky's tone was casual as he continued to hold you captive, his words cutting deep into your heart.

“No, doll,” he said, his grip firmly on your knee. “You see, I knew I had to leave for London. I had eventually planned on sharing you with Steve since his heart was broken by Peggy. But this punk started to like you even more.”

Humiliation washed over you, your eyes blinking rapidly as you fought back tears. You refused to give Bucky the satisfaction of seeing how much his words had wounded you.

Bucky's smirk widened as he watched your reaction, clearly enjoying the power he held over you.

Your heart ached at the realization that you had been treated like a possession, passed between two men who thought they had the right to control your life.

Bucky's smirk grew even wider as his eyes roamed over your body, lingering on certain parts. “You are so good in bed, doll...” he murmured, his tone filled with a lecherous intent. “The best I ever had. Even with Dot, I used to think about you.”

Your face flushed with anger and embarrassment, your fists clenching tight. Yet, Bucky's words struck a chord deep within you, reminding you of the past.

He continued, his voice thick with desire. “I had told Steve to take it slow, as soon as I leave. And come on, you have to agree. He was good, that's why you married him.”

Your eyes widened in shock as Bucky revealed their twisted plans. Turning to Steve, your voice trembling with hurt, you asked, “Did... did you even love me or was it fake?”

Steve's expression softened, genuine emotion in his voice as he replied, “Of course I loved you. Hell, I still love you. You’re mine, baby doll.”

Bucky cleared his throat, his possessiveness evident making Steve roll his eyes in annoyance. “I mean, ours,” he corrected.

Your heart sank at Bucky's interjection, the truth of their arrangement hitting you like a punch to the gut. Steve may have loved you, but his love was tainted by their agreement.

“So, I was just a toy shared between you two?” You asked, your voice laced with hurt and anger. “A prize to be won?”

“You were more than that, baby doll.” Steve replied, his tone almost convincing. “We both cared about you. It was just a unique situation.” Your anger flared at Steve's nonchalant response, your hands clenching into fists.

You confronted Steve, anger and hurt evident in your voice. “If you love me, why did you cheat on me?”

Steve responded with a defensive tone, his arrogance showing through. “I did not cheat on you on purpose. It was revenge, okay?” he whined, annoyance clear in his voice. “Peggy hurt my feelings. She always played with my feelings. I'm just teaching her a lesson.”

You shot back, your voice filled with frustration. “How? By letting her warm your bed? How is it a punishment? It's not like she isn't enjoying it.”

Steve spoke with a hint of malice in his voice, his arrogance evident. “I know she's with me because of my money and status. I was going to prove to her husband what a slut she is, and when he leaves her, she'll crawl back to me. Then, I'll give her the boot. She'll get what she sows, enough to teach her a lifelong lesson.”

You interrupted his tirade with a question, your expression filled with disbelief. “And how are you going to prove it?”

Steve simply stared at you in awe, his face saying it all. “Oh god, you have tapes…” you realized, your voice thick with disgust.

Steve smiled knowingly, his gaze fixed on you as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You flinched at his unexpected gesture, your heart filled with a mixture of anger and betrayal.

“That's your answer for everything, huh?” you accused. “Tapes to teach lessons and threaten others.”

Steve's smile remained fixed on his face, refusing to answer your question. You shook your head in frustration, turning your attention to Bucky instead.

“Why did you record us without my consent?” you demanded.

Bucky's nonchalant response only fueled your anger. “Doll, that was just for fun, and it was also a gift for punk.” he replied matter-of-factly. “You see, he lost some confidence with the whole Peggy thing, so I gave him a gift.”

Steve chimed in, his excitement evident. “Baby doll, you were amazing in that. I jerked for days just imagining you.”

Steve's enthusiasm got the better of him as he continued, “Bucky absolutely loved watching us together.”

Your eyes widened as you processed Steve's words. “Wh...what do you mean?” you stammered, your heart racing. “Did...did you record us too?” Steve sheepishly smiled, shaking his head no. “No, baby doll,” he assured you.

You recalled Ari's words about Steve frequently video calling Bucky, and your eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Why did you video call Bucky a lot?” you demanded, confronting Steve.

Steve's smile widened as he revealed the reason, he had been so eager to speak with Bucky. “Oh, you know,” he began, his voice dripping with insinuation. “Just to... get a glimpse of you. To see your beautiful face.”

Your eyes widened in shock, struggling to form words as Steve's revelation sunk in. “W…wh...what do you mean, Steve?” you managed to sputter out, your voice trembling, hoping you misunderstood him.

Bucky chimes in, complaining irritably. “You just had to open your big mouth, huh? Could have lessened the details...” Steve just chuckled, unapologetic. “Oops,” he replied, not seeming to grasp the gravity of what he had just confessed.

You looked at Steve, pleading expression on your face. “Steve, please...” He shrugged, nonchalant. “Bucky was missing us, so I video called him,” he explained, as if it were perfectly normal.

You couldn't contain your anger at his audacity. “During our intimate moment, what the hell is wrong with you?” you shouted, your voice filled with disbelief and disgust.

Steve grabbed your chin hard, his expression hardening as he reprimanded you. “Watch your tone with me, Y/n,” he warned. “And stop being ungrateful. He is your boyfriend.”

You shot back, your voice laced with anger. “Ex-boyfriend.” you spat out, making it clear you no longer considered him as such.

Bucky interjected, his tone firm. “No, doll. We never broke up. I only said I was moving to London.”

You wrenched your chin free from Steve's grip and turned to look at Bucky, your anger and sadness evident. “You left the country!” you exclaimed. “That means breaking up. How the hell were we still in a relationship?”

Bucky responded matter-of-factly, his tone unwavering. “Video calls, doll. Whenever Steve got a chance, he would video call me. God, it felt so real, be it in the showers or any part of the house.”

Steve blushed, clearly taken aback by Bucky's compliment. Meanwhile, a few tear drops trickled down your face, your heart growing heavier with each passing moment.

Bucky watched you with a smirk, his tone smug yet playful. “Aww, don't cry, doll,” he said. “You were amazing. In fact, I called your name when I came inside Dot. That bitch got hurt and left, but I don't care. I have my girl back with me.” Bucky smiled bashfully, as if his words held no weight or meaning.

You looked at Bucky, your expression filled with a mixture of hurt and anger. “How come I'm your girl, when you were with someone else?” you demanded.

Bucky chuckled, clearly amused by your question. “Doll, don't be like that,” he responded. “You and Steve were there together. What about my needs? Come on, doll. You can understand. And now that I'm back, you'll have my undivided attention all the time.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering on your skin.

You were exhausted, drained of all energy to continue arguing or discussing further. You silently prayed for Lloyd, hoping he would appear and rescue you from this strange and uncomfortable situation.

The explanations and confessions from Bucky and Steve were overwhelming, and you longed for the stability and peace that Lloyd provided in your life.

Steve suddenly took his phone out and handed it to Bucky with a firm instruction. “Buck, click our picture and send it to her lawyer,” he said. “Tell him to forward it to Lloyd, let them know we are back together.”

You protested, adamantly refusing to be part of their twisted plan. “No, we are not back together!” you insisted.

Steve and Bucky shared a satisfied look between them, their plans seemingly falling into place. “Wonderful idea, Stevie,” Bucky chimed in, his voice filled with excitement. “You kiss on one side, and I'll kiss on the other.”

They both leaned in and planted kisses on either side of your face, their lips lingering for a moment and captured the picture.

“Smile for the camera, doll.” Bucky urged, ignoring your protests. They sent the picture to Andy, instructing him to forward it to Lloyd.

You tried to warn them with a shaky voice, “Lloyd will kill you both.” Bucky chuckled mocking your words “Lloyd will kill you both.”

Bucky's hand slowly crept up your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You clutched his hand, desperately trying to halt his movement, but he just smirked and stopped mid-thigh, continuing to caress your skin with his thumb, and began kissing your neck, his lips trailing along your skin.

“God, I have missed you so much, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

You pleaded with him to stop, your voice quivering with vulnerability. “Please... please stop,” you whispered, but it fell on deaf ears.

Lloyd and Nick

Nick's phone rang, and he picked up, sounding somewhat distracted. “Barber, what's up? I'm kinda busy.” he said into the phone.

Andy's voice came through the line. “Is Lloyd with you?” he asked. “Yes.” Nick replied.

“Tell him to check his phone, Y/n is with Rogers and Barnes.” Andy instructed.

Nick paused, processing the information before responding, “We know. We're on our way.” “Just check his phone, it is urgent.” Andy tells him.

“Okay, we'll check it now.” Nick then hung up the phone and turned to Lloyd, asking him for his phone.

Lloyd was driving, but he slowed down when Nick shared the message Andy had passed on from Steve.

“What did he want?” Lloyd asked, his expression growing concerned. “He said Steve sent him something, telling him to forward it to you,” Nick explained.

Lloyd's eyes widened in shock as Nick showed him the photo on his phone. “What the hell!?” he exclaimed, stopping the car abruptly in the middle of the road.

“He has the audacity to say they're back together!” Nick added, anger seeping into his voice.

Lloyd clenched his jaw, his expression dark and determined. “I'm going to chop them in pieces.” he growled, anger seething beneath his calm exterior.

“Just few minutes, Sugar. I'm coming.” he added, the promise in his voice unwavering.

Part 10- Part 12

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