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scoonsalicious · 10 months ago

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Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Summary: You're minding your own business at home one evening when local police Sergeant James "Bucky" Barnes comes knocking on your door. Someone's reported a crime being committed on your property, and the sergeant can either bring you down to the station, or get you off with a warning... it's your choice.

Warnings: Language, because I have a foul mouth, explicit smut (unprotected PIV, oral (m receiving), fingering), mentions of drug manufacturing/possession/use, little bit 'o' bondage, implied dubcon, implied infidelity, implied abuse of police authority (honestly, read the whole thing through before coming at me for warnings, okay? I promise it'll make sense), bad cop jokes/puns/innuendos. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Inspired by actual events! And by that, I just mean the part where someone called the cops and told them I was cooking crack in my kitchen. Literally everything else is a figment of my imagination, alas! Special thanks to bestie @jmeelee for suggesting I take that awkward encounter and turn it into something to benefit all of mankind, and for giving me a title. The Cheesecake Factory is going to start forbidding us entry with the way we talk in there.

If you ever feel so inclined to support my work, hop on over to buy me a coffee; it's much appreciated! <3

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You put the tea kettle on to boil before sitting down at the kitchen table to start grading your students’ papers. You’d been hoping to get through as many as possible before your husband came home from work, but with the number of corrections you were having to make on these assignments, you’d be lucky if you got a quarter of them done before then. It was disheartening. Distance learning during Covid really hadn’t done the public education system any favors and you felt like you’d been playing catch-up for years now.

When the kettle eventually boiled, you pulled yourself away from your grading to make yourself a cup of tea. You had just settled back down with your steaming mug when you heard an incessant pounding at the front door, startling you. You briefly considered not answering— you weren’t expecting anyone, and besides, who showed up unannounced at someone’s door anymore?

Serial killers, that’s who.

But the knocking continued, relentless and heavy. After a few seconds, you heard a gruff voice call “Police. Open up!”

“What the hell?” you asked yourself, putting down the tea mug and making your way through the living room to the front door.

Peering behind the curtain on the front door window, you could make out the figure of a uniformed officer standing on your front porch. He was illuminated from behind by the streetlight, leaving only his outline visible to you.

Narrowing your eyes in confusion and concern, you turned on the porch light, unlocked the door and opened it a crack. “Can I help you, officer?” you asked cautiously.

The man tipped the brim of his hat up, and you were met with a bright pair of blue eyes that glimmered with more than a hint of mischief.

“It’s actually Sergeant, ma’am,” the man said to you as he tipped his hat and offered you a wicked grin. You breathed a sigh of relief-- you knew him. Of course you did. Your small town didn’t have much in the way of local law enforcement, and James Barnes, or ‘Bucky,’ as most folks called him, was a specimen to be revered. Ridiculously handsome, tall and broad, he was built entirely of muscle as he towered over you from the doorway. He was a favorite among the local female population, often being specifically requested to provide police presence at PTO functions and Ladies’ Auxiliary events. Despite the gold ring he wore on his left hand, the women of the town were drawn to him like flies to a corpse, much to the frustration of his poor wife.

“What can I do for you, Sergeant?” you amended, with a touch of sarcasm in your voice as you offered him a smirk back, though you were still confused by his presence.

“Well, ma’am, seems like we got a call reporting suspicious activity at this address,” he drawled, leaning now on your door jam, fingers hooking in his belt loops.

“Here?” you asked, surprise coloring your tone. “Are you being serious with me right now, Bucky?”

“That’s Sergeant Barnes to you, ma’am,” he responded nonchalantly. Oh, so he was playing it like that, then? Good to know. “Got a tip that someone’s been cooking meth in your kitchen. ‘m here to check it out.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Meth?! That’s a new one!” You’d had some of your students call in pranks on you in the past, but this was an extreme.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid meth is no laughing matter,” the sergeant said in all seriousness. The look in his eyes immediately shut down any trace of humor you felt as you stared back at him. “The manufacture of illegal drugs is a very serious crime. I’d like to come inside and take a look, if you don’t mind.”

You pursed your lips. You remembered something your husband had discussed with you, and decided you weren’t going to make this easy for him. “Do you have a warrant?” you asked defiantly.

Sergeant Barnes sighed heavily and rubbed his dark stubble with the palm of his hand. “Ma’am, I’ve had a long shift. Let’s not make this any harder than it needs to be. Now, either you can let me inside, or you can come down and answer questions at the station. It’s up to you.”

It wasn’t an option, not really. “Come on in, then,” you told him, moving aside so he could enter. He walked through the door, his meaty arm grazing against the side of your breast as he did so, and you involuntarily shuddered at the sensation. You knew he noticed when you caught him smirking at you again.

“Kitchen’s this way,” you murmured, somewhat breathlessly, as you led him back through the house to the room in question. He followed silently behind you, his footfalls heavy and sure.

Once in the kitchen, Sergeant Barnes began looking around. It was obvious you weren’t in the middle of a meth lab. You were a high school English teacher, for god’s sake! You weren’t quite sure what game the sergeant was playing at, but you had no doubt he’d make his intentions known in good time.

After glancing around, he eventually said “Well, I can see there’s no meth setup here. Guess it was a false alarm.” You shot him a glare as if to say no shit, but he walked to the cabinet holding your glassware and opened it. “Well, well, well… what do we have here?” He reached in and pulled out a bong and a container of marijuana. “Now, I know next state over might have given the go ahead for this stuff, but in this state, recreational use of the Devil’s Lettuce is still illegal, darlin’. Mighty bad look for a school teacher to have it on hand, don’t ya think?”

You cocked your hip and crossed your arms in front of your chest defiantly. “That’s my husband’s,” you told him with a roll of your eyes. “And I’m pretty sure you just conducted an illegal search and seizure there, sarge.”

He put the bong down on the counter with a heavy clink and turned to face you, his face impassive and voice stern. “Now, seems to me someone’s got a problem with authority, darlin’. I don’t appreciate you talkin’ back to an officer of the law like that. Might need to teach you some manners.”

You swallowed thickly, finally having an idea of where the sergeant was going with his little drop-in and felt a frisson run through your body that left you trembling. Honestly, you were surprised you hadn’t seen it coming. There’d been talk, after all.

“Now,” he continued as he slowly made his way across the kitchen toward you, “as I see it, we got ourselves two options here. One: you can come down with me to the station and we can book your pretty little ass on possession charges, which is gonna take hours and require a hell of a lotta paperwork.” He was standing directly in front of you now, leaving just inches between your bodies. You sucked in a breath, the nearness of him making you dizzy. “Or two, I can get you off with a warning. Still might take hours, but at least we can both have ourselves a good time. Your choice, darlin.”

You took a step back, pressing yourself against the edge of the counter in an attempt to put some space between you. “I think you mean ‘let’ me off with a warning, Sergeant Barnes,” you said, your words coming out in an exhale.

You gasped as his hand came down to cup you between your legs and gently squeeze your mound through the fabric off your jeans. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I meant what I said, darlin’. But you gotta prove you’re gonna be a good, respectful girl, first, so why don’t you get down on your knees and show me how you obey the law?”

Your eyes widened at his command, unsure how to proceed. Unfortunately, Sergeant Barnes was impatient– he took both his hands and put them on your shoulders, gently but firmly guiding you down until you were kneeling in front of him, the large bulge in his trousers staring you straight in the face.

“Best get to work, darlin,” he growled, brushing your hair away from your face. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening as you slowly brought your shaking hands up to his waist. With trembling fingers, you unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. His massive erection was straining the fabric of his gray boxer-briefs, leaving a dark wet stain where the tip rested against the cloth, evidence of his arousal already making itself known.

Moving as though afraid of spooking a scared animal, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down to just above his knees and setting his cock free to bounce up against his lower stomach.

God, but he was big. If the women in town had any idea that he was packing so much more than just his gun, they’d never give him a moment of peace. You traced a finger along the vein at the base of his member, trailing it up his length to the weeping red tip. Coating yourself in his pre-cum, you used his essence as lubrication as you began working him with your hand.

“Not that this doesn’t feel good, but what did I say about sucking it, darlin’?” Sergeant Barnes asked through a grunt as you pumped him.

“I’ll get to it,” you told him, a hint of irritation in your voice. He had a lot of nerve making demands of you at a time like this.

You felt his hand come and roughly grab you by the chin, jerking your head up to make you look him in the eye. “You got the right to remain silent, Sweetheart. I’m gonna be a gentleman and suggest you use it. Find another purpose for that pretty mouth of yours.” He took his hand away with a wink.

You licked your lips as your eyes took him in. Leaning your head down into him, you flattened your tongue and ran it up the underside of his cock.

“Good girl,” he moaned as your tongue circled his tip. “Keep it up. Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good with that sassy mouth of yours.” You took him into your mouth a little bit at a time, teasing him as one hand worked his base and the other cupped his balls.

You weren't a woman who liked to be told what to do, but the dominance in his voice made you shudder, an involuntary thrill skittering down your spine. He felt intoxicating, dangerous and you had the feeling you were in way over your head.

“Mmm,” he grunted as you swirled your tongue around the swell of his head before deciding to take him in deeper. You relaxed your throat and backed off only when you felt his length bump against it.

"Jesus, darlin', where'd you learn that?" he asked breathlessly. His hands moved to cup your face as you moved rhythmically along his length, setting your own pace. He was blissfully lost in the sensation.

But then, Sergeant Barnes wasn’t one to give up control so easily, either. “Stop teasing,” he huffed out before threading his fingers through your hair and tugging lightly, a clear sign that he wanted more.

You didn’t hesitate to oblige, taking him deep in your mouth until you heard him groan in pleasure above you. His grip on your hair tightened as he took over guiding your movement, his hips bucking up to meet your mouth until he was fucking your face with abandon. The taste of him was overpowering, salty and bitter, making your cheeks flush with heat as you struggled to accommodate his size, tears running down your cheeks and drool pooling from the corners of your mouth.

"I knew you had it in you," he grunted, his voice barely a whisper now as he lost himself in the waves of pleasure you were giving him. You looked up to see his eyes closed tight, his lips parted when ragged breaths escaped his chest that was heaving like a wild beast caught in a trap.

He was close, you could tell from the way his body squirmed and the throbbing of his hardness against your tongue. There was an urgency in his ragged breathing and the racing pulse beneath his skin that echoed through your core. But he wasn’t going to finish yet. Not if Sergeant Barnes had anything to say about it.

A sudden force yanked you back by the hair, tearing your mouth away from him. You let out a surprised yelp, wiping away the excess saliva that clung to your lips.

“Upstairs,” he ordered gruffly, his eyes half-lidded and glazed with desire. He tucked himself free of your grasp and rearranged his uniform as he stepped back, giving you space to rise from your knees.

You smiled and nodded, your head hazy with desire as you passed him and led the way to the narrow back staircase tucked into the corner of the kitchen. He followed closely behind, his heavy boots echoing off the wooden floors in a steady rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest. You felt his gaze on your swaying hips with each step you climbed, a soft growl echoing from behind you that sent shivers down your spine.

You led him to your bedroom, a quaint space painted in soft hues with sheer white curtains rustling gently from the light breeze of the warm spring night. The unmade bed serving as a reminder of love you and your husband had made just that morning staring you right in the face.

“‘m afraid I’m gonna have to search you now, Sweetheart. Strip,” he ordered, his voice gruff with desire as he closed the door behind him. He didn’t bother with niceties or romance – this wasn’t about that. This was about raw, primal need.

Your trembling hands reached for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, revealing the delicate lace bralette underneath. His sharp intake of breath was music to your ears, encouraging you as you unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs, stepping out of them daintily.

“Turn around,” he said next, and you complied without question. You heard him suck in a breath behind you as you shimmied out of your underwear, revealing the round shape of your backside to him under the dim light.

“Jesus,” he whispered, the raw desire in his voice making your heart flutter. “This is better than I ever imagined.” He walked up to you, the rough fabric of his uniform trousers brushing against your exposed skin making you whimper. His fingers traced your spine, gliding all the way down to the small of your back, causing goosebumps to break out all over your body. “Now, you remember your traffic laws, don’t ya, darlin’? You remember how stoplights work?”

You nodded, knowing instinctively he was referring to safe words– Green for go, Yellow for slow down, and Red for stop.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Put your hands behind your back.”

You complied and felt the cold metal of his cuffs clink around your wrists, locking them into place. You were now fully at his mercy.

He cupped your buttocks in both hands, kneading them gently while his lips found the nape of your neck. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine as he left a trail of kisses there. “Color?” he asked inbetween presses of his lips.

“Green, Sergeant,” you hummed. You could feel him growing harder against you, the enormous length of him pressing against your ass making you squeal and squirm in anticipation. His groan echoed in your ears as he held onto you tighter.

“Gonna need ya to spread for me, Sweetheart,” he murmured into your ear, his voice low and husky. Your heart pounded in your chest as you did what he asked, positioning yourself on the edge of the bed. His hands found their way to your thighs, pushing them apart gently until you were open and exposed to him.

He let out a low whistle behind you, his fingers tracing lightly over your intimate folds. "You're soaking wet," he murmured, sounding almost awestruck. You flushed at his words, feeling a fresh wave of desire pulse through your body at his touch.

His fingers suddenly abandoned you, only to return dripping with warm slickness. He wasted no time in teasing your entrance, slipping his finger inside you and drawing out a moan that echoed through the room.

“You like that don’t ya?” he asked, his voice alluringly low as he curled his finger inside of you. You whimpered at the sensation, trying to push back against him for more.

“Patience, Sweetheart," he whispered against your earlobe before nibbling on it lightly. He slid another finger inside you, curling and stretching in a way that had you gasping for breath. "You're so tight," he groaned out, appreciating the way your walls clenched around his digits.

“Please…” you whimpered out, the anticipation making your body shake as you pleaded for more. “Please, Sergeant. I need more.” Your legs were wobbly, and with your arms trapped behind your back, you were finding it hard to keep your balance, but you wanted more of him.

He chuckled darkly at your plea, rubbing slow circles on your clit with his thumb while his fingers continued to pump in and out of you. Each touch was expertly measured, bringing you closer and closer to the edge before pulling back, keeping you precariously balanced between pleasure and desperation.

“I’m doing this my way,” he grunted, adding a third finger and increasing his pace. You cried out, your vision blurred as the coil inside you tightened threateningly. You were so close but he wouldn’t let you fall, each moment bringing a new wave of frustration and desire.

Finally unable to take the teasing any longer, he withdrew his fingers leaving you gasping at the sudden loss.

"Get on the bed," Sergeant Barnes ordered, standing tall in front of you; his arousal painfully obvious. “Face down.” You moved to accommodate him, getting on your knees and laying your face down on the mattress, hands still pinned behind your back.

The sound of his utility belt hitting the floor filled the room, followed by the rustle of fabric as he stripped himself free of his uniform.

You squirmed on the bed, desperate for his touch but unable to see anything with your back to him. The anticipation was unbearable, each passing second feeling like an eternity as you waited for him to resume his ministrations.

He moved behind you again, his bare, warm skin against yours making you whimper in anticipation. "Breathe," he commanded simply, and you did, inhaling a shaky breath before exhaling slowly.

And then without warning he was inside you, filling you up in one quick thrust that had you screaming out, the stinging stretch quickly morphing from painful to something far sweeter. He grunted at the intrusion, pulling back slightly only to thrust back in again, setting a punishing rhythm that left you breathless.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, stopping you from moving too much as he pounded into you relentlessly from behind.

Each thrust had you crying out in wanton pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. "Sergeant Barnes," you whimpered his name like a sacred prayer, the cool metal of the handcuffs biting into your wrists as you tried to brace yourself against his forceful movements.

He didn't slow down, didn't pause, just kept moving inside you with a single-minded focus that had you spiraling. His pace was unrelenting, his stamina seemingly endless. His fingers clutched at your hips in a bruising grip, holding you steady as he continued his merciless assault on your senses.

You felt him shift slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting a spot inside of you that made stars burst behind your closed eyelids. “Please…” your plea was cut off by a gasp as he hit that same spot again, driving you closer to the edge.

But he didn’t stop there; instead he leaned over you, his broad chest pressing against your back as one hand slid underneath your bodies, finding your clit with unerring precision. He started rubbing it in tight circles, adding a whole new layer to your pleasure.

Every new thrust of his hips sent him deeper within you, each stroke of his fingers on your clit became more intense. You were a writhing mess beneath him, completely lost in the ecstasy he was giving you.

"Bucky," you cried out, forgetting to use his title this time, your voice hoarse from screaming, your body trembling on the brink of release. This wasn’t a game anymore.

"I know," he growled in your ear, his voice low and guttural. "I can feel how close you are, doll. Just let go."

And you did. The moment his lips closed around the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you as his own, the coil inside you snapped. Pleasure washed over you in waves, each one stronger than the last, pulling cries from deep within you as your orgasm tore through you.

He didn't stop his movements, continuing to thrust into you as you came around him, your cries only fueling his own desire. His fingers tightened on your hips while the other hand continued to work you through your climax, prolonging the exquisite sensation.

His pace became erratic, the rhythm breaking down as he chased his own release. With a final grunt and a whispered curse, he drove deep inside of you, his body tense as he came, filling you with his spend. His guttural moan carried through the room as he rode out his orgasm, each thrust sending little aftershocks through your sensitive body.

His grip on your hips relaxed slowly, his breathing heavy and ragged against the skin of your back. He stayed still for a moment, buried deep inside you, allowing you both to come down from your highs.

Finally, he carefully withdrew from you, leaving you feeling empty. He rolled off of you with a sigh, getting up to retrieve the handcuff key from his trouser pocket and releasing you from your bondage.

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft in the silence, as he worked to rub the feeling back into your tender wrists.

You looked up at him through your lashes and nodded, amazed and impressed at his sudden shift from commanding sergeant to tender, caring lover.

“So,” Sergeant Barnes began once he had determined there was no real damage to your wrists, “what time is your husband getting home?” You both burst into laughter as he pulled you closer to him, burying his face in your hair.

“Mmm, probably sooner than we expect,” you teased, leaning up to give him the deep kiss you’d been denied throughout the length of your little game. “That was a lot of fun.”

He chuckled and stood up, walking over to the dresser. “Yeah, it was; we should have done it sooner.” He opened the drawers, pulling out a fresh change of clothes for himself before moving to the closet to grab your robe. “Thank you for that; I really did have a long shift, and that certainly took the edge off. You were amazing, doll.” “My pleasure, obviously.” You’d been excited and intrigued when Bucky first brought up acting out his fantasy with you, but no amount of discussion could have prepared you for how much you had loved actually doing it. You raised your hands over your head, arching your back in a stretch, laughing as you watched his eyes follow the heave of your breasts as they moved upward, licking his lips. “But meth, Bucky? Really? That rumor gets out, you’re gonna get me fired.”

Bucky hummed as he grabbed some clean towels from the linen closet and brought them into the ensuite bathroom. You heard him start the shower. “You answered the door looking all sexy and I panicked,” he confessed, popping his head back into the bedroom, a sheepish grin across his face that made him look ever so boyish. You adored it. “Next time, I’ll say we got a call about you being a prostitute.”

You cackled at that, making him grin even wider. “Better not,” you warned as you got off the bed and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “otherwise I might make you pay for it, and I don’t think you can afford me on a sergeant’s salary.”

Bucky grabbed at his heart in mock pain. “Ouch. Well, how about we clean ourselves up and use the money I saved by not paying you to go have a nice fancy dinner, instead? How does that sound? We can talk about doing your fantasy next.”

You took his hand and led him back into the bathroom and the inviting warmth of the shower. “That sounds perfect,” you told him as you moved to stand under the showerhead. You planted a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky placed his hands on your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze before kissing your forehead. “I love you, too, Mrs. Barnes.”

You began to lather each other up, trying your best, yet failing miserably, to not get too frisky with one another. “Hey, Buck?” you asked after a moment, a question coming to mind that you’d been meaning to ask him.

“Yeah, doll?” He was gently scrubbing shampoo into your scalp, and it felt like heaven.

“How come you gave yourself a Southern accent?”

Bucky laughed and pulled you close, your back to his front, as he planted a kiss just behind your ear, right over the mark he had sucked into your skin. “I told you, doll. You looked so fucking sexy when you opened that door, I just panicked!”

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mattheo-riddles-princess · 11 months ago

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I'm Working || Bucky Barnes X Reader

CEO Bucky X Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Plot: An arranged marriage to Bucky leads to questions about the big night.

Warnings: praising, dirty talk, language, pet names, jealousy, use of toys, teasing, throat grabbing (not painfully) no condom (but they are both clean and r is on birth control), implied aftercare, no mention of y/n Let me know if I missed anything

"Elaine, send in my next appointment." Bucky's voice rings from the desk of the receptionist.

"Ms. Spoon, Mr. Barnes will see you now." Elaine speaks in a soft, quiet tone.

I stand and walk towards my fiancé's office. When I walk in, he is facing out the window, looking down the 26 stories to the street.

"James? Can we talk?"

"About?"

I take a deep breath. Regardless of the fact that I've been planning what I was going to say for the past 4 hours. "We're getting married soon."

"I am aware." His tone is deadpan and makes me second guess myself. "Was that all?"

I remain silent for a few moments. Once I do finally gain the courage to speak, my voice is weak and unsteady, "I just- I guess I was worried about you expectations about our wedding night."

"Should I be offended that my fiancé doesn't think I'll be fucking her senseless on our wedding night? This may have been a marriage of convenience but I don't fuck around with plans. If we are supposed to be husband and wife, we will act like husband and wife. That means that we will live together, we will eat together, we will sleep in the same bed, and, of course, that means I will be fucking you like husband and wife,"

"So, let me get this straight," He lifts me up on his desk and hikes my dress up over my waist. "you thought you could come into my office in the middle of my workday because you didn't know if I wanted to fuck you on our wedding night?" His eyes piercing into mine make me glad I'm sitting on the desk. I stare back, not responding.

"Use, your words, babydoll. If you want something, you have to use your words to tell me." He looks down at the wet spot on my panties and smirks. "And there is something you want; isn't there?"

I gulp and try to break eye contact, but he grips my chin and brings it so close to his face, our noses are touching.

"Did I say you could look away? Exactly. You don't do anything without my saying so. Got it?"

I nod frantically, desperate for whatever comes next.

"Good girl." He lets go of my face and sits back down in his chair. "Now, because you thought you could get away with interrupting my day at work, I'm going to make sure you know what is going to happen if you ever do it again."

He reaches into his desk and pulls out a small pink object.

"I'm going to put this in that dripping wet pussy of yours and," he waves his phone," with the help of this glorious device here, I'm going to control you. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum. How does that sound?"

I nod.

"What did I say?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." I swallow hard, trying to hide my nerves.

"Это моя хорошая девочка," The way he draws out each word makes me weaker in the knees than I knew was possible.

He slides his chair to where I am sitting and pulls my panties to the side. He looks me straight in my eyes as he pushes the vibrator inside of me.

My eyes widen at the surprise, and I can't help but moan slightly.

His eyes don't leave mine as he reaches for his phone and turns the vibrator on, sending a shock through my body and causing me to throw my head back in the sudden pleasure.

His hand violently grabs my face to look at him.

"What did I say?" His voice firm and filled with annoyance.

I let out a short moan in response.

He cocks his head to the side and spreads my legs further apart before slowly leading his head to my pussy. He kisses right above my clit, and I moan in desperation.

"Please," I whimper. "Please, James."

He smirks before his tongue runs across my panties. It takes everything in my to not make a noise. Bucky clearly notices this and stops.

"милый, if you're not going to make any noise, why would I waste my time giving you an orgasm?"

"Fuck, Bucky. Please. Please don't stop. I'll be good. I promise." I whine desperate for his tongue against my pussy, tasting every bit of me.

"I think I need to teach you a lesson about not following instructions. What do you think?"

"I-," Bucky cuts me off by turning the vibrator on its highest setting. "FUCK! Oh fuck, James. Shit." I close my eyes throwing my head back. As soon as I'm back to looking at him again, the phone on his desk rings and he picks it up without breaking eye contact.

"This is Barnes."

Someone on the other line speaks but I can't hear it.

"Yes. That could be an issue. A deal of this size is not one that can be put off until later."

Another pause as the man on the phone speaks.

"Oh. No. I'm not busy. We can talk about this now."

I manage to shoot him glares through the waves of ecstasy washing over me. He responds with a clueless look that soon fades into a smirk.

"Give me two minutes to cancel my appointments for the rest of the day."

He leaves for what feels like forever. The vibrator in me still on the highest setting bringing me closer to an orgasm.

When he comes back into his office, he walks up to me, fitting right in-between my legs and whispers in my ear. "I'm in a meeting doll, don't make a sound. Do you understand?"

His hot breath against the nape of my neck making me more desperate. I buck my hips into his. He grunts and steps back.

"Please." My voice breathless.

"Be my good girl and do what I say." And with that, he picks up the phone from his desk again and lowers the vibrators setting. He then reaches for the phone to talk to the man.

"Alright. I'm back."

Bucky and the man keep going back to their meeting. He starts changing the settings what seems randomly. Eventually, I catch on. Every time he speaks, he turns the speed down the speed and when he isn't he turns the speed up all the way.

I whimper. Four minutes of him playing the game with me and I can't hold it in anymore.

I try to hold back my moans but I am very unsuccessful and he shoots me a look that basically says: Did I say you could make noise?

He put the phone on speaker before he stands up out of his chair and places his hands on either side of me leaning in close. "The next noise you make, will be the last one you make from me. Ты моя чертова шлюха. Got it?"

He gently pulls me off his desk and makes me stand in front of him as he sits down. Before I even know whats happening, he unzips his slacks and pulls his boxers down slightly; revealing his cock.

He then grabs the hem of my dress until I'm standing over him. He pulls the vibrator out of me and pushes my panties to the side and pulls me on top of him.

He glares at me as I whimper at the sudden feeling of him inside me. He doesn't move for a few moments to let me adjust to him. His kindness doesn't last very long, though. He grabs ahold of my waist and starts moving me on top of him.

Meanwhile the man on the phone is droning on about company numbers or some shit.

We move in a quick rhythm and it takes everything in me to keep from moaning. I have no control over my body as James moves me up and down on his dick.

His voice snaps me out of my trance.

"Well, sir, it sounds like we have gotten a good start to this. As I understand it, you and your wife will be flying into New York tomorrow evening?"

"Yes. That is correct."

"Wonderful. How about I treat you and your wife to dinner with my fiancé and I the following evening? We can continue our discussion then."

"Sounds like a plan. We will see you then Mr. Barnes. Goodbye."

And with that, the man hangs up. In one smooth motion, Bucky picks me up and turns to slam me against the wall of his office.

He slams his dick in and out of my dripping pussy at a record speed. The room is filled with the sound of his balls smacking my ass, my heavy pants, whimpers, and moans, and Bucky's soft grunts at every thrust.

"Oh. Fuck. Bucky. Oh FUCK- SHIT. Bucky pleasepleaseplease." I'm desperate. I've never wanted anything more than for him to fuck me senseless.

"Yea. Is this what my baby wants? For me to fuck her dumb?"

I whimper in response.

Simply put, he did not like that. He wraps his hand around my neck forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Use your words, Милый. Don't make me tell you again.

"Y-y-yes, sir."

He leans in to kiss me and we hold there for a few moments before he continues fucking me. I throw my head back in pleasure.

"Fuck. Bucky. I'm gonna-"

"I know Милый. I know. Let it out."

My body convulses as I release all over Bucky's cock. He keeps pounding into me as I ride my high. I feel him cum inside me and he fucks me making sure that none of it drips out.

Finally, he gently carries me to his desk and kisses me before picking up his desk phone.

"Elanie, will you cancel the rest of my appointments? I'm taking my fiancé out for the rest of the day. Thank you."

He comes back and leans in to give me a deep kiss. He fixes his pants and my dress before grabbing his bag and suit coat. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me out of his office and motions to Elaine.

As we walk to the entrance of the building, a car pulls up and the driver rushes to open the door for us. He gives the driver instructions before getting into the back of the car with me.

"Are you still worried about our wedding night?"

I nod and he chuckles.

"As much fun as this was, Милый," his tone changes from sweet to serious, "If you ever pull something like that again, there will be severe consequences."

I stare at him understandingly before his leans and kisses my forehead.

"Я люблю тебя, мой прекрасный жених."

Translations

Это моя хорошая девочка – That's my good girl

Милый- darling

Ты моя чертова шлюха - You're my fucking slut

Я люблю тебя, мой прекрасный жених - I love you my beautiful fiancé

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crazyunsexycool · 2 years ago

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I just got an idea for a story and have to share!! So reader and Bucky are high school sweethearts and married just before he's in the war and taken by hydra. She never finds out what happened to him and never remarries because he was the great love of her life... but just after he's taken she finds out she's pregnant.

Flash forward to the present and when Bucky is saved by the avengers he tries to find reader but finds out she died and also that he has a son. He goes to meet his son who tells Bucky all about reader from when he was growing up.

Somehow Bucky finds a way to bring reader back through teleporting her or something because he simply can't live without her.

80 years later.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: talks of death, angst, pregnancy, fluff.

A/N: the day I stop writing. About time travel send help because I love it. The TVA can kiss my ass. I also forgot I had written this and it was saved in my drafts for the longest time. I also thought it’d be funny if Bucky was a grandfather that looked younger than his grandkids.

Bucky stood in front of the red door and took a deep breath. He finally gets the courage to knock on the door, his hand trembling as he raked it through his long hair. When the door opens it feels like he’s been punched in the gut.

“Dad?” Surprise colors the voice of this familiar stranger.

“Hey kid.”

Bucky stood in front of an older looking version of himself. White hair and wrinkles around electric blue eyes. But the nose and the lips were all you.

James Grant Barnes, was the son you’d had right after Bucky had been shipped off to the Great War. The son Bucky would never know about because he’d fall off of a moving train and into the hands of hydra. For sixty five years you’d mourn the loss of your high school sweetheart, love of your life and husband. He’d asked for your hand in marriage as soon as you both graduated high school but only married right before he went off to boot camp. It was the happiest days of both your lives, a life you’d never get to share.

Both men stared at each other for a minute before a voice came up behind them.

“Who’s at the door pa?”

“Please come in.” Bucky gets ushered into the living room. “Make yourself at home.”

“Pa who was at the-“ a woman walks into the living room. Hair down to her shoulders, bright eyes and the spitting image of you.

“Rebecca, I'd like you to meet your grandfather.”

“You look just like her.” Bucky’s voice breaks as he speaks.

Rebecca smiles as she sits next to him and it makes Bucky’s heart ache even more. She takes his right hand in hers and squeezes it gently.

“I’m sorry you lost your time with grandma. I feel like I’ve known you all of my life, she talked about you all the time and she loved you so much.”

Bucky cried at that for two reasons. The first being because hydra stole his life away from him and second because he could barely remember you. He just always knew there was something or someone missing. He could only piece parts of your relationship by what Steve told him. The only thing Bucky had of yours was a picture and you looked a bit older then.

“Would you like to see pictures?” James asks his father. Bucky only nods.

Bucky and James spent hours together watching home movies and looking through albums you’d put together. James filled in the blanks for some pictures and family moments. The more he saw the more memories from your time together came back to Bucky.

“Grandma, what was grandpa like?” A very young Rebecca asked you.

You were both sitting in a garden having a picnic. James was currently recording the interaction. While Rebecca sat beside you, you held the newest addition to the family in your arms.

“Well he was a nerd.” You giggle along with Rebecca. “The cutest nerd at our school. He loved reading and dancing and anything to do with technology.”

“Did he ever take you dancing?”

“He sure did. We went dancing every Friday night and we would always drag Stevie with us. Even the night before he went off to war we went dancing.”

“Why didn’t he come back so he could dance with you again?” Rebecca asked innocently. She was still too young to understand what had happened.

The video cuts off there and James pauses the video before it goes any further.

“I wish I could have.” Bucky says after a while.

“She knew, Ma was never mad at you or anything. She just missed you. Even when she thought I wouldn’t notice I always knew when she’d be crying over you. Especially around your birthday or your anniversary. So once I was old enough to have a job I’d always take her out to celebrate.”

“She did a good job raising you. Did she ever-“

“She never remarried or dated anyone at all. Always said you were the love of her life and that there was no use in seeing anyone else because she would just compare them to you and it wouldn’t be fair to them.” James says sadly.

“She should have. She deserved to be happy.”

“Ma was happy with the family she had. She said it herself she wouldn’t change a thing.”

Bucky nods and stands up.

“It’s getting late, I should go. Thank you for not shutting the door on me and for showing me all of this.”

“I could never shut you out. This is your family too. I never thought I’d ever meet you,” James struggled to find the words to express how he felt. “I’m happy we got a chance to meet. You’re welcome back anytime.”

“Me too, I’ll come back soon.”

James stood and they hugged. The hold they had on each other was strong and neither of them wanted to let go. When they finally did they both had tears running down their cheeks but for different reasons. Bucky cried because he missed out on raising his son and James cried because he got a chance to meet his father.

Bucky left the house with a new sense of belonging. Although he never understood why you wouldn’t have written to him to tell me he would be a father. He knew he’d never get an answer so he tried to let it go. It was a complete shock when Steve told him about it.

From that day Bucky met with James frequently. They would mostly talk about the family and what growing up was like for James. His job and his kids. Bucky wanted to stay away from the topic of what happened to him with hydra or the missions he was going on with the Avengers. James didn’t seem to mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Today was a special occasion. It was Rebecca’s birthday and the family was going to have a party. Of course the first thing she did was invite her grandfather and anyone he wanted to bring. At first he politely declined, stating that he would probably ruin the party. But she insisted, with multiple calls. She was stubborn just like you.

Bucky showed up with Steve and Sam at his side. This would be the first time Bucky would meet the rest of the family and he was nervous.

“Grandpa, you made it!” Rebecca said in a joking tone. Bucky smiles and accepts the hug she’d offered.

“Wow, Buck was not joking when he said you looked like Y/N.”

Steve stood there stunned. While he had spoken with James on the phone he hadn’t met him or anyone else from the family in person. You had been one of the few people to see Steve for who he was and what he wanted to become. The two of you had been friends for as long as Bucky and Steve had been. He grieved your death when he woke up from the ice. Now he stood in a room full of people that had loved you, he took comfort in knowing you hadn’t been alone all those years.

“Hi, grandma talked about you just as she did gramps.” Rebecca smiles at Steve and opens her arm for a hug.

“James, this is Sam.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine, James. Now tell me all about your mom. I bet she had the patience of a saint to put up with these two.”

“She did.” Both men chuckle as they move to the living room.

Not only did Bucky have a son and grandchildren, he also had great grandchildren as well as nieces and nephews. They had all gathered for Rebecca’s birthday in the hopes of meeting him. It was a surreal experience to have so much family. Bucky had thought that there would be no one left. That there wouldn’t be a place for him in this world but you’d managed to make sure he wasn’t alone. Even if you never got to know what you’d done.

After introductions were made the celebration really got started. There was music and conversations going on everywhere. Steve and Sam had been accepted quickly.

“Hey Steve,” Georgie, James’ son, called out. “You should try this.” He held out a plate for Steve to grab a cookie.

“Mmm,” Steve moaned out after he took the first bite. “These taste just like the ones Y/N used to make.”

“They are. When dad said you were coming Becs and I pulled out grandma’s recipe books. She had a little note next to this recipe saying they were your favorite. She was your friend too, thought you’d like having something she used to make.”

“Thanks,” Steve cleared his throat. “This is incredibly kind of you.”

“Don’t mention it. We made a few for you to take home. So don’t forget them before you leave.”

“Trust me I’m not leaving these behind.” Steve said with a chuckle as his phone began to ring. “Excuse me, I have to take this.”

Steve moved to a more private area as he answered Nat’s call and sighed as he hung up. He went through the house until he found Sam and Bucky out in the backyard.

“There’s an emergency, we have to go.” He announced grimly. “Buck, why don’t you stay? We’ll call you for backup if we need to.”

Bucky looked at Steve then at his son and some of the other people he had been talking with moments ago. If something bad was happening he had to go. He had to make sure to keep them safe however he could. So Bucky shook his head. “I’m going with you. I’ll be back before you know it, kid.” He told James with a wry smile.

James accompanied them to the front door where he exchanged a hug with Bucky. “Please come back safe.”

The request was a punch to the gut. You’d said those exact same words on the platform just before he got on the train.

“I’ll do what I can.” He knew better than to make a promise he couldn’t keep.

Days later Steve would come back and tell James that Bucky had disappeared in the snap.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bucky stood in front of the same door he had five and a half years ago. He felt the same kind of fear he did last time. The door was opened this time by Rebecca who, upon seeing Bucky standing at the door, launched herself into his arms and cried. She pulled him into the living room and sat down on the couch.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” She said with a sad smile. It only served to make Bucky’s heart stop.

“Rebecca, where's James?”

Tears started to run down her cheeks again.

“He passed away two years ago. I’m so sorry.”

Bucky’s chest tightened. He’d never been there for his son in the moments that mattered and now his son had been taken away from him. He didn’t realize he’d started crying until Rebecca pulled him into her chest. Her arms around him and he sobbed. He grieved for his son, his wife and the life he’d lost.

“I thought Steve would have told you. He was with pa when he passed.”

“No, the minute I was able to come out here I did. We didn’t even get a chance to talk.”

After what felt like hours of them just sitting there and talking, Bucky excuses himself. He needed to get back before Steve went on his final mission.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” Steve quipped.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky and Steve hugged. “I’ll miss ya buddy. If you see her tell her I’ll always love her.” Bucky whispered.

Steve nodded and patted Bucky on his shoulder before heading to the platform.

Bucky held his breath as Steve disappeared. It should have taken only seconds based on what Bruce had said but Bucky knew he wasn’t coming back. Sam and Bruce began to argue but Bucky just turned around and started to walk away.

Bucky found it odd that Sam and Bruce went completely quiet and his steps faltered. He turned to find Steve standing on the platform and headed back.

“Tell her yourself.” Steve said with a shit eating grin as he stepped to the side.

Bucky had barely processed that Steve was back or what he had said when his eyes landed on you. You stood there wide eyed as you looked at him and then you moved. Before he could even react your arms were around his shoulders and your face was buried in the crook of his neck. Bucky snapped out of it and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hi.” You said once you pulled back, letting out a teary laugh. Your hands cupped his cheeks. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“I’m pretty sure I do because I’ve missed you just as much.”

For the first time in years Bucky kisses you. It’s slow and timid but perfect nonetheless. He rested his forehead against yours and breathed a sigh of relief at having you in his arms again.

“My love, there’s something I have to tell you.” You inform him.

“If it’s about James I already know.”

“How?”

“I met him. He was a full grown adult but I spent some time with him.” Bucky tells you.

“I hope you’re ready to spend more time with him.” You say as you turn to find Steve holding on to a five year old version of your son.

“Hi daddy.” James waved excitedly and Steve set him on the ground. He takes off running and jumps into Bucky’s arms, giggling at the feeling of Bucky’s scruff tickling his cheek.

“Hi kid.”

You stand back to watch father and son interact for the first time. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst at the sight. Steve stands next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you in. You cry in his embrace, this time the tears are from happiness.

“Thank you so much Steve. I never thought I’d see him again.”

“The moment I knew we could travel through time, I knew I’d go back to get you. If anyone deserves to be happy it’s both of you.” He smiles down at you.

“What about you? You deserve happiness too.”

“And I have it.” Steve said just as the platform activated again and someone stood in the middle. The suit came off to reveal a very pretty redhead. “That’s Nat, she’s my girl.”

She walks down the steps and stands beside Steve as you pull away. Steve officially introduces you both before you move toward Bucky and James.

“I have heard so much about you it’s good to finally meet you, I’m Sam.” He said as he stretched his hand out for you to shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You smile at him and then look up at Bucky. “Who is that?”

“That Bruce, he works with us.”

“Why is he green?” You whisper.

“We will explain as much as we can. Why don’t we go home?”

“Where is home?”

“I have a place in Brooklyn. You’ll stay with me while you get settled.” Steve spoke up.

“Is that ok with you?”

“Anywhere you are is ok with me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

The red door didn’t feel as intimidating this time around. Bucky explained everything that had happened to you. From his time at hydra to being saved by Steve to the family you still had. The door opens and Rebecca’s face immediately lights up when she sees it’s Bucky.

“Hey gramps, how have you-“ the words die on her tongue when she sees you standing just behind Bucky. “Grandma?”

“So I’ve been told.” Your eyes soften as you see the tears in her eyes. When she steps out and cups your face you let her. She stares in disbelief for a moment and then you bring her in for a hug.

“How is this possible? I mean you’re so young again.”

“I’ll explain anything you want to know.”

“Let me have George come over first.”

****

“That’s amazing.” Rebecca said after Bucky explained everything. “You should keep the house.”

“What?”

“You should keep this house. Dad wanted it to stay in the family but we don’t need it. But you do, especially if you want to raise him somewhere safe and away from the Avenger business.”

“George we couldn’t do that, this was your father’s house.” You said although it felt a bit weird.

“But he was your son first. Dad loved taking care of you. If he were here now he’d offer you this home. It would just sit empty until someone finally decided to sell it. Let him take care of you one last time, please.” Rebecca adds.

You and Bucky looked at each other before he spoke up. “Ok, we’ll take it.”

“Wonderful. We’ll clean it out for you and you can keep whatever furniture you’d like. You can change whatever you want in it. And if you need anything all you have to do is let us know.”

You all stood and headed to the main door and exchanged hugs.

“You have no idea how great it is to see both of you together. You deserve to be happy.” Rebecca said.

“Even though you’re technically younger than us, you’re still our grandparents and we’ll be here for you for whatever you need.” George added.

“Thank you. It’s very kind of you to help us like this.”

“It’s the least we could do, you are, or rather were, the best grandmother a kid could have asked for.”

You hug Georgie again and then Rebecca.

“I can still be that if you’d like. We can have Sunday dinners together. How about that?”

“Just like the good old days.” Rebecca said. “We’d love to.”

“Once we’ve settled in then, I’ll call you and let you know so the whole family can come over.” You inform them.

“It’ll be good. Steve has been asking about seeing you guys again.”

“So it’s settled. We’ll see you soon.”

~~~~~~~~~~

A year and a half later.

Most of the nieces and nephews and great grandkids had all left already. James was asleep in his room. The only ones left were Georgie, Rebecca, Sam, Steve and Nat. You all sat at the dinner table still trading stories. Bucky takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. You look over at him and give him a little nod and a smile which he returns.

“There’s something we’d like to tell you.” You say, getting everyone’s attention. “I’m pregnant.”

Everyone stares at you for a moment before they start congratulating you and Bucky. Sam and Steve take money out of their wallet and hand it over to Nat who is smiling smugly at them.

“What’s that about?” You ask her.

“I told them that you were acting differently. I said you were pregnant, they didn’t believe me so we bet on it.”

You laugh as you turn back to the others. Sam and Steve came up to hug you and promise to be the best uncles, but you knew that already with how they treated James. Next were Rebecca and Georgie who also promised to be there for you however they could.

****

You were exhausted by the time you laid down in bed. Bucky walked in a few minutes later after checking to make sure all the doors and windows were locked and the alarm was set on.

The bed dips behind you as Bucky lays down and immediately pulls you into his chest. His hands immediately rest on top of your very small baby bump and he kisses your shoulder.

“Today was good.” He murmurs.

“You say that every night.” He can hear the smile in your voice.

“Any day I get to hold you like this is a good day.”

“I love you Honey.”

“I love you sweetheart. And I love this little bean too.” He says as he smooths a hand over your belly.

“Little bean?”

“Yeah, we don’t know if it’s going to be a boy or a girl yet.”

“I think it’s going to be a boy.” You say confidently.

“Nope. It’s going to be a girl, I just know it.”

“You would be good with a little girl.”

“Can I ask you something, sweetheart?”

“Anything you know that.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you were pregnant? You sent all those letters but you never mentioned it.”

This time you turn so that you’re fully facing him. You can tell it’s been weighing on him, the not knowing.

“It’s going to sound stupid. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid that if you knew I was pregnant you wouldn’t be thinking clearly out there. I don’t know, maybe you’d be afraid of getting hurt and would make a mistake and then you’d never come home. Now with everything I know I feel guilty that you never knew about him back then.”

“Don’t, I probably would have been distracted. I mean even back then all I wanted was to get back home to you. That was my only reason to fight as hard as I did. I think I would have been more afraid to fight if I knew about James. It could have been worse, I could have actually died. But I’m home now, we’re together and that’s all that matters.”

“It only took about eighty years.” You smile before pulling Bucky down for a kiss.

This new life you had was strange. You didn’t really belong in the current time you were in but you did belong with Bucky. The city was different, the only people you knew were your family and the Avengers. There was no one left from your previous life but you’d trade all of those things at a chance to be with Bucky.

Because Bucky had always been it for you. Whether it was in the 40s or eighty years later.

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year ago

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Behind Closed Doors

In which Emily and Aaron learn about the benefits of a bedroom door that locks.

-x-

Hi friends,

This is a birthday present for one of my dear friends. I love you very much, you're one of my favourite people on the planet, and I hope you enjoy this <3

This is...ridiculous. And I hope you all get as much of a laugh out of it as I did writing it! Writing 'humour' is endlessly anxiety inducing because I convince myself only I find myself funny haha

Please let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: Smut, 18+

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Emily sighs contentedly as she relaxes into bed, her back against the headboard as she reads her book. The edges of it were dog-eared, the spine cracked and worn from being read dozens of times, one of her favourites that she always found her way back to.

“You could probably recite that book word for word.”

She looks up over her copy of Slaughterhouse Five and at her husband, raising her eyebrow as she tilts her head slightly downwards to look at him over the thick rim of her reading glasses.

“It’s my favourite,” she says smiling as he climbs into bed next to her, stamping his lips against hers as he settles under the covers, tired from a long day at work and keen to spend some alone time with his wife.

“I know, it’s why I made sure it was pre-loaded onto the Kindle I got you for your birthday,” Aaron replies, smirking at her as he looks past her at the e-reader lying on her nightstand.

She makes sure her bookmark is in place as she puts the book down, turning all of her attention to her husband, “I know, honey,” she says, stamping her lips against his, “And I love my gift, I promise,” she adds, and he yawns, “You tired?”

He hums in response as he nods and wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his side as he stamps a kiss against her forehead, his lips catching the edge of her glasses.

“Sorry I got home so late,” he says, kissing her forehead again before he pulls back to look at her, “Those faculty meetings go on forever.”

His move to lecturing at the academy had been a gradual one. Retiring outright hadn’t been for him, just like Emily said it wouldn’t be from the start. He’d lasted all of two months after he’d retired from the BAU before he took the part-time teaching job at the academy. Emily liked it when he was at Quantico. He’d bring lunch to her office, and for an hour or so they could pretend it was like it had been all those years ago when they were both at the BAU, and he wasn’t a lecturer and she wasn’t the Section Chief, before their responsibilities had shifted away from their work to their family.

She loved their life together, the family they had built, but there were times when she missed being able to just be with the man she loves.

“That’s okay,” she says, cupping his cheek, running her thumb back and forth over the scruff on his skin. Ever since Jack had moved to college, taking his dislike of Aaron’s beard with him, she’d convinced him to keep it most of the time, any concern he may have had about it not being professional long gone whenever she looked at him with a glint in her eyes, “It’s not like I’m not late home every now and again.”

He smiles and turns his head to kiss her palm, “How were the kids?”

“They were fine,” she replies, smiling as she thinks of her evening with her children, “Jack called to say hi, and James tried to convince me to go get takeout,” she says, laughing at the memory of the insistence on her 10-year-old son’s face, “And Hazel resisted doing her chores.”

Aaron laughs and shakes his head at the mention of their 16-year-old, the teenager's hatred of stacking the dishwasher well known.

“So the usual then?” He asks, tucking some of her hair behind her ear and she smiles as she nods, the skin around her eyes crinkling as she does so.

“Yeah,” she replies, her cheeks warm with love, with the simple enjoyment that this was their life, “The usual.”

He leans forward to kiss her, unable to help himself, pulled in by her beauty like he always had been. She was impossibly more beautiful to him now than she had been when they first got together. Her once dark hair was now grey, a change she had made a few years ago when she lamented having to dye it so often, that it was unfair he was ageing gracefully, his salt and pepper flecks through his hair an obsession of hers. He’d told her he’d always find her beautiful no matter what, and she’d eventually given in, making the change that had elevated her beauty beyond measure.

Sometimes he caught her looking at herself in the mirror, critically eyeing the lines on her face, or that her hips and thighs were wider than they used to be, and he wondered how she couldn’t see what he could. How the lines around her eyes only really came out when she was laughing, something that happened frequently in their home, or how the changes to her body had come from bringing two of their children into the world.

Every change was a sign of what they’d lived through, evidence that they were still growing together, walking through life side by side, and that could never be anything but beautiful to him.

She smiles into the kiss, her hand moving to the back of his head, holding him in place as she scratches at his scalp. She hums, biting his lower lip as she pulls back, “I thought you were tired.”

He kisses her fiercely, his tongue sweeping through her mouth as his hand slips down her side, slipping into her pyjama pants.

“Never too tired for this,” he says, kissing her cheek as he pushes her underwear to one side. She lifts her hand to her face to take off her glasses but he stops her, a quick shake of his head all it takes, “Leave them on.”

Her response is cut off as he kisses her again, his lips stamped against hers as he circles her clit, his touch gentle and insistent as it always had been.

“Fuck,” she breathes out as she pulls away from the kiss, her forehead resting against his temple. She grasps his arm, her fingers digging into the muscles, not sure herself if she was holding on or making sure he didn’t stop. “Fuck, yes.”

He leans down and presses his lips against her cheek and then down her neck, lightly nipping at her skin and then laving it with his tongue, soothing the area immediately. He smirks against her throat as her hips twitch against his hand, rolling subconsciously as she muffles a moan in his shoulder.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he croons, kissing her throat again, “You’re so fucking pretty,” he says, smiling when she groans at the praise. He licks at her pulse and groans himself, “You taste so good.” He shifts them so she’s lying down, and he kisses her to swallow the growl of frustration she lets out when he pulls his hand from her pants. He lays on top of her, careful as ever to make sure his weight isn’t crushing her to the bed. He raises an eyebrow at her, a glint in his eyes that makes her stomach flip, and his smile widens, “Going to taste you everywhere.”

She giggles and shakes her head at him as he disappears beneath the covers, but the sound dies in her throat when she feels his hands on hips, a barely there touch as he pulls her sweatpants and underwear down. Not being able to see him only heightens the tension, making her gasp when he places his hands on her thighs, pushing them slightly further apart.

“Jesus, Aaron get on-”

She’s cut off as he licks through her, making her throw her head back as she clenches her teeth to stop herself from moaning too loudly, just about aware enough to think of her children in their rooms down the hall. She blindly reaches for his head beneath the covers, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rolls her hips at his face, desperately seeking out his touch.

He’d always known her body like he’d written the manual for it, even that first time close to two decades ago. There was something about how it was now, the normalcy of it, the settled intimacy of it more special to her than anything else. She can feel her orgasm building in her stomach, the sparks of it going off, and she closes her eyes, ready to give in and tip over the edge.

Then the bedroom door opens, and Emily looks towards it, her glasses steamed as she tears them off, throwing them onto Aaron’s side of the bed, her climax pulled from under her in a split second as her eyes land on her teenage daughter.

“Mom, have you seen my…” Hazel says, freezing in place in the doorway, her eyes wide and her hand clenched around one of her airpods, “Mom?” She half shouts, her eyes impossibly wider as Aaron’s head pops out from under the covers, his expression as shocked as their daughter’s “Dad?” She looks back and forth between them and her mouth falls open, “Oh my God.”

“Hazel,” Emily says, trying and failing to sound casual as she pushes at her husband’s shoulder to get him off of her, “What’s-”

“No,” Hazel says, cutting her off, shaking her head as she finally regains control of her body, turning around, “No. I’m going to my room.”

She walks out without saying anything else to them, muttering to herself under her breath as she closes the door behind her with a little more force than needed. For a moment Emily and Aaron sit in stunned silence, both of them staring at the door, and then Aaron stands up quickly, moving away from her like he’d been burned.

“She knew what we were doing,” he says, an edge of panic to his voice that she finds slightly adorable, not that she’d ever tell him, “How did she know what we were doing?”

“Of course she knew, Aaron,” Emily replies, reaching under the covers to find her sweatpants so she can pull them back on, standing once she has done so, “She’s 16, not stupid.”

He glares at her, no malice behind it, only sheer shock as he places his hands on his hips, “How are you not panicking right now? Our daughter walked in on us having sex.”

She sighs and places her hand on his shoulder, shaking her head when he jumps like he’s been electrocuted.

“Well, it’s not my favourite family moment,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him, “I was the one who was three seconds away from coming, but you’re freaking out enough for both of us right now and one of us needs to keep a level head. It will be fine, honey.”

“How will it be fine? She saw me-”

“First off, you were under the covers,” she says, cutting him off as she crosses her arms over her chest, shivering as she thinks about how it could have been worse if Hazel had walked in even a couple of minutes later, “And I know what she saw because I was the one you were doing it to,” she says through her teeth, blowing out a steady breath, well aware one of them had to keep their cool, “It’s okay. We can fix this.”

“How?” He asks, his eyes wide. She wonders how this man standing in front of her once stared serial killers down without blinking and she shakes her head, biting her lower lip to try to stop her smile from spreading across her face. “She knows we have sex.”

“Honey, I think she already knew that,” she says calmly, shaking her head at his repetitive comments, his brain clearly stuck in one place. “For a start, she wouldn’t exist if we didn’t.”

“Emily.”

She sighs and nods, “First thing tomorrow we’re going to Home Depot to get a lock for that door,” she says, pointing at their bedroom door over her shoulder, “But right now I’m going to go talk to her.” She says, waiting for him to nod in response. He does so and sits down on the edge of the bed, already a little calmer than he had been. She turns to leave and then looks back at him, “You stay here,” she says, tilting her head at him, smirking at the slight sheen to his skin, evidence of just how much she’d been enjoying herself before Hazel walked in visible in the low light of their bedroom, “And maybe wipe your face.”

She smiles when he glares at her, his hand wiping at his chin as he does so, and she winks as she leaves the bedroom. She gives herself a moment outside her daughter’s bedroom, sucking in a deep breath before she knocks.

“Please don’t make me talk about this.”

Emily shakes her head at her daughter’s words through the wooden door and she pushes it open, poking her head around it, “Sweetie, it’s either now or in the morning. Your call.”

Hazel huffs and stands up from where she’d been sitting on her bed and staring off into space, “Fine,” she says, nodding Emily into the room, “Let’s…just get it over with.”

Emily closes the door behind her and realises the moment it clicks shut that she has no idea what she wants to say. She clasps her hands together in front of her and twists her wedding rings around on her finger. Hazel paces back and forth like a caged animal, her arms crossed over her chest as she shakes her head, her almost manic energy something Emily is sure she’d find funny in any other circumstance.

“Hazel,” she starts, hoping she finds the words somewhere along the way, “Sex is-”

“I know what sex is Mom,” she says, screwing her face up in disgust, “You’ve been lecturing me about safe sex and protection since I got my period,” she stops in place and looks at Emily, her eyebrow raised in challenge, “Do you two use protection?”

Emily rolls her eyes, “No,” she says, putting her hand up to stop Hazel’s rebuke, her own eyebrow raised at her daughter, “Your father and I haven’t had sex with anyone aside from each other in almost 20 years, and I’m 58 honey. At this point, I don’t know if a baby would be more of a miracle or an inconvenience.”

Hazel sighs and looks down at the floor, “I guess that’s true,” she says, shrugging slightly, “And thank god, one little brother is enough.”

Emily chuckles and nods, grateful that her daughter already seems less freaked out, “Let’s just sit down, okay?”

“Sex is-”

“Mom-”

“Please just let me finish,” she says, and Hazel nods, averting her eyes again, “Sex is, and always has been, an important part of your dad and I’s relationship. It’s one of the many ways we show how much we love each other. I’m sorry you walked in on us, but I hope that one day you find someone who you love enough to still have that kind of relationship almost 20 years into it.” She says, cupping Hazel’s chin, smiling as she makes eye contact with her, “But not for a while, okay? I don’t think your father could handle it.”

Hazel chuckles, and nods, “How freaked out is he?”

“Enough that I think it will be a long time before he lets me touch him again.”

Hazel grimaces, “Mom, gross,” she says, scrunching her nose up before she sighs, “I’m sorry for not knocking.”

Emily shrugs and pulls her in for a hug, “It’s not your fault, sweetie. We’re going to get a lock for the door tomorrow.”

Hazel hums and rests her head against her mother’s shoulder, “There goes my idea for your Christmas present.”

___

Emily smiles at Aaron as he hands he a cup of coffee the next morning, his nervous energy as obvious as it was out of character.

“Honey,” she says, reaching out and squeezing his arm, “It’s fine. I spoke to her, it’s okay. It might be a little awkward,” she says, smiling up at him, “But before you know it we’ll be back to normal.”

He nods, not entirely sure if he believes her, the memory of last night still enough to shake a shiver down his spine. She smiles and leans up to kiss him, but is interrupted as they hear the familiar footfall of their children’s steps in the hallway. Emily suppresses a smile as Aaron jumps back from her like he’s been burned, and she wonders how long this will carry on for. She turns to face the kitchen doorway as James runs in, followed by Hazel, her expression a little brighter than it had been the night before.

“Morning, Mom. Morning, Dad,” James says as he sits on one of the kitchen stalls at the breakfast bar, “What’s for breakfast?”

Emily chuckles as she ruffles his dark hair, “Good morning to you too,” she says, “I think we could convince Dad to make pancakes.”

James sighs as if he has the weight of the world on his shoulders, “We ate here last night,” he grumbles, his cheek resting against his palm, “Can we please go out for breakfast?”

Hazel, who had been suspiciously quiet so far, wraps her arms around her brother’s shoulders, “I’m with James, we should go get breakfast somewhere,” she looks at Aaron, smirking as she makes eye contact, “Dad loves to eat out.”

Emily inhales the sip of coffee that she’d had in her mouth, choking around it as she laughs. Aaron’s eyes go wide at his daughter’s comment, but any reaction is pushed away by concern for his wife as he rubs her back as she coughs.

“You ok, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, and she nods, clearing her throat as she looks up at him, her smile matching the one on Hazel’s face as she looks up at him.

“You ok, Mom?” James asks, his eyebrows furrowed in concern, and her smile softens as she looks at him.

“I’m fine, sweet boy” she says, clearing her throat again when her voice sounds tight, her eyes flicking back up to her husband, “The coffee just went down the wrong way, that’s all,” she smiles at Aaron, “I think going out for breakfast sounds good, we should go get ready.”

James jumps up, delighted that he’d got what he wanted and he runs out the room towards the stairs, shouting thank you over his shoulder. Emily sighs as she looks at her daughter and raises her eyebrow. Hazel feigns innocence over her comment and smiles.

“What?” She asks as she stands up, her arms crossed over her chest, “Did I say something wrong?”

“You’re on thin ice, sweet girl,” Emily says, failing to hid her own amusement as Hazel smiles.

Hazel hums as she walks past them, “Maybe that’s something else we can sort out at the hardware store after breakfast.”

Aaron sighs as they are left alone in the kitchen, shaking his head as Hazel walks away. Emily rests her forehead on his shoulder as she groans, grateful when he wraps his arms around her, seemingly over his fear of touching her for now.

“It’s going to be a long day.”

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Entanglement Chapter Seventeen

"ITS BEEN ALMOST THREE GOD DAMN DAYS WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAUGHTER", the boom of King Aiden's rang throughout the hall.

When the Princess's disappearance became evident the entire castle was in an upheave. The celebration was cut short and many of the guests returned to their Kingdoms. King Aiden had almost lost his mind after what happened. It was only with the help of his wife that he did not go insane.

"Honey please calm down we will find her", the sweet sounding voice of Queen Raina said trying to simmer down her husband.

"She is right we will do everything in our power to find her. We won't rest until we do", Queen Sorsha said.

"We better otherwise all hell is going to break loose", King Aiden stated as he burst open the doors to leave with Raina in tow.

“Kit do you have any idea where could be? Did she mention something to you about going somewhere or that someone was threatening her”, my mother asked.

“No she never said anything to me”, the past few days have felt like hell. When I found out she went missing my heart sinked into my stomach.

“God I hope nothing has happened to Y/n she is such a sweet girl.”

“Y/n is strong and resourceful. I’m sure where ever she is that she is doing fine and finding her way back”, I reassured her.

“I’m sure you’re right but I can’t help but think the worse has happened”, my mother said and with that she left leaving me in the grand hall.

“God I’m begging you please let her be okay”, I pleaded.

**James’ POV

"How the hell can this be happening", I screamed as I through stuff off the table in my room.

"You need to take a breath and calm the fuck down James."

"How can you say that Amara? My sister is missing and may I say your best friend", I told the blonde.

"I'm not saying that I'm not worried but wrecking your room is not going to bring Y/n back", she said with a head tilt.

"So what do you suppose we do then? I have tried to talk to my father about sending me to look for her but he keeps telling me that he can't have both his children gone. Like what does that mean I would be going to find my sister."

"Let me talk to your father maybe I can convince him to lead a search party. I will be the one to lead if need be."

"Do you think that your parents would go for that even if my father agreed to it? You are the only heir to your kingdom I don't think your parents would allow you to go risking your life", I questioned.

"I don't care what they think Y/n has been my friend since we were five. I'm not going to stand idly by as she is god knows where possibly hurt somewhere", she exclaimed and I started to wonder about something.

"Amara can I ask you something"?

"What is it"?

"How do you really feel about Y/n," I asked.

"What are you talking about James", she questioned.

"Exactly what I asked. How do you feel about my sister from how you just reacted a moment ago it seems you feel something more for my sister than friendship."

"So what if I do", she said narrowing her eyes at me. Before I could respond to her comment there was a knock at the door.

"Excuse me Prince James your mother and father are requesting your presence in the council room", a messenger delivered.

"Alright, I'm on my way", at that I turned to Amara.

"Well lets go ask my parents about that search party shall we", I told Amara and we headed out.

**Kit's POV

Standing in the council room you could almost cut the tension with a knife it was so thick. The anger radiating off King Aiden was intense and the look he was giving everyone was of pure hatred. Just then the doors opened and in walked James along with that blonde-haired girl I saw at the wedding. Who the fuck was she and why was even here?

"Since everyone is here lets get down to business", King Aiden stated.

"My daughter is missing and no one saw her since the wedding celebration. Ser Easton may I ask where the hell were you when Y/n disappeared", he asked.

"I was in the grand hall during the celebration Your Highness and didn't see the Princess after we talked for a few minutes", Ser Easton said.

"You are the one assigned to protect my daughter. Have been the day she was four years old and now I find out that you let her go missing", he yelled.

"King Aiden I am truly sorry and will do everyth-", he began.

"You will do nothing! Since you couldn't do the one thing you were supposed to do I want you out of my sight this instance", he boomed and at that, Ser Easton made his leave.

"Was that really necessary Aiden? He feels bad enough about this", Queen Raina said.

"Oh I'm sorry should I be alright with the fact that our daughter went missing on his watch", he said with an angered expression. About to respond to him Raina was stopped by her son.

"Father I know that you did not want me to leave to go look for Y/n but I have an alternative solution", he said.

"And what may that be son."

"Amara and I were talking a while ago and she wants to put together a search party."

"A search party", King Aiden said.

"Yes, my King and I will be the one to lead it", Amara said and I cut my eyes at her.

"If there is to be a search party do you not believe that I should be the to lead it. Seeing as Y/n is my wife, not yours", I said with spite.

"That may be but I am her best friend who has known her since she was a child. While you have only known her for about a month or two", she said.

"I may have not known her that long but she is my wife", I emphasized and everyone around us gave us strange looks.

"Enough the both of you", my mother said.

"You both will go look for Y/n and will lead the search party together", King Aiden said. I nodded my head along with Amara.

"You both leave tomorrow with a few guards."

With that, he ends the meeting and everyone slowly makes their way out. I began to leave until King Aiden told me and Amara to hang back for a moment. Once the room was clear and we were the only three left he slowly walked over to us.

"Kit you are my daughter's wife and Amara you are Y/n's childhood best friend. I expect both of you to bring her back in one piece no matter the cost or how long it takes. If she has been harmed in any way I will see to it that both of you are held accountable for it", he stated and with that, he left the room. It was only then Amara turned to me giving me a death stare.

"You know Kit James informed me of everything that has happened here since Y/n and her family has her arrived."

"Oh he has did he"?

"Yes, he did from everything to you and your friend Jade and how you two are in love with each other", she said with hate in her voice.

"If I found out that you are the reason that Y/n disappeared the threat that James bestowed upon you will be nothing compared to what I am going to do to you. Do you understand me", she said stepping towards me.

"You know Amara I'm starting to think that you have feelings for Y/n. If that is the case then you better be very carefully on how close you get to her. Otherwise you are going to be the one to be in a world of hurt", she scoffed at my statement and walked off. At that I leaned back against the wall and I thought about how Amara is going to react when we find Y/n.

**Ser Easton's POV

I didn't blame King Aiden for his hatred towards me. He didn't know what really happened and the truth behind Y/n's disappearance. I found myself heading towards town and along the way I see Willow making his way towards the castle. As soon as I saw him I dismounted off my horse and called him over.

"Hello, Ser Easton you were just the man I was looking for", he said.

"Why is that", I asked him.

"I received a letter addressed to you I can only assume that it is from Y/n", he said handing the letter to me. Open carefully opened the seal on the letter and read the contents of it.

"Dear Ser Easton,

I have safely made it to somewhere and before I tell you where I am I need you to prepare yourself so you don't start to worry. Calyx flew us to Ancient Dristarya and when I tell you what I have seen so far you will never believe it. Although, maybe you will considering you have already seen one dragon what would five more be. Yep, you read that right there are five other dragons on this island, and two of them I recognized. Aeras wasn't exactly welcoming but I'm pretty sure it was due to the fact that he hasn't seen a human in centuries. Don't worry though he's not dangerous he was just scared. Please do not forget to pack the books otherwise I am not going to find out the names of the dragons. I don't know how long it will take you to get here. I imagine flying is faster than going by ship and if that is the case please send me a letter before you leave. I hope you have a safe journey and let me know what is going on back in Tir Asleen

Sincerely,

Y/n Ravaryn"

My eyes went wide with shock as read the contents of the letter. Out of all the places they could have gone why did it have to be Dristarya? Folding up the letter and putting it my pocket I could feel the stare Willow was giving me.

"Are you just going to keep staring at me or what", I asked.

"I was just wondering what the letter had said because the reaction on your face was quite intriguing", he said.

"Well, you can see things can't you? After all that is how you saw Y/n's destiny."

"It doesn't work like that Ser Easton I can assure you", he stated.

"In the letter, she explained how she and Calyx landed in Dristarya and that there were other dragons present on the island", and with those words Willow displayed a knowing smirk.

"You knew what was lurking on that island", I questioned.

"I did not know but it makes sense as to why Calyx would bring her there. No one travels there and it's the perfect place for dragons to live without the presence of the human world", he stated.

"No wonder we have never heard a word of dragons being alive. They have been taking up residence on that island wanting to be left alone and I can't blame them. Y/n told me how those Kings and Queens used black magic to bond themselves to the dragons against their wills. Being used as a weapon of mass destruction was something that should have never been done by those rulers. They treated them as though they owned them", I explained with such hatred for those past monarchs.

"I am inclined to agree with you Ser Easton and I'm sure the princess would as well."

"When do you plan on leaving for Dristarya", Willow asked.

"As soon as possible. I'll have to garter a ship and if everything goes right I will be leaving tonight."

"I suppose the faster you leave the better right", he said.

"Yes, because by ship it will take around six days to get there", I stated.

"It will certainly be a longer journey by ship rather than dragon's back. At least we know that Y/n is somewhere safe especially where no person dares to go", Willow said.

"Yes thank god because right now I need to focus on the positive and knowing that she is safe from harm puts me at ease."

"Y/n is a strong, wise young woman and god help anyone who crosses her path to harm her", I chuckled at his remark. I couldn't help but imagine Y/n with a sword in her hand cutting down those who have hurt her. It reminds me of the days when she trained with such passion and drive. Y/n is indeed what the prophecy portrays, the blood of the dragon runs deep in her veins.

"When you disappear out of thin air just like Y/n did what do you think will happen", he asked.

"What do you mean", I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"The Princess disappears then just two days later you leave", he quirks his eyebrow.

"Its simple I'll leave a letter explaining that I went looking for her since it was my responsibility to look after her in the first place."

"Simple enough I guess", he nodded his head.

"Well, I better go get everything ready I still have to get some of her things and write her back."

"Okay, let me know when you arrive at Dristarya and if either of you need help."

I nodded my head and my way back to my room to get all my affairs in order. Unknown to me I didn't see the man watching the exchange between Willow and I. Arriving at my room I started grabbing a sizable trunk from the corner of my room next to the closet I pack most of my clothes but leave some so it appears that I will be coming back. Now I just have to wait until later in the night to grab Y/n's stuff, get a small ship, and make my departure.

"Dear Y/n,

I have received your letter and to say I am surprised at the contents of it is an understatement. When I read that Calyx had flown you to Dristarya might I remind you one of the most dangerous places to be almost gave me a coronary. Not to mention the five other dragons you came upon on the island which leaves me shocked but at least I know you are well protected. By the time you are reading this, I will have already left Tir Asleen. The journey will be about six days and will arrive on a small ship. So if you are wondering who has arrived in Dristarya don't worry it's just me. I'm getting the things you requested later tonight so no one sees me taking your things and gets suspicious. The Kingdom is in an uproar majority is taken up by your father. I have never seen him so furious at this point I think he is going to have heads on spikes. Your mother tries to keep him calm it doesn't seem to be working though and your brother, well, every time he looks at Kit it seems he wants to kill her as if your disappearing is her fault. I mean it is but your brother does not need to know that otherwise, he would really kill her. Willow sends his regards and is glad that you are doing well. I'm going to be in Dristarya as soon as possible so be careful.

Sincerely,

Ser Easton"

It has been a little over two days since I sent the letter and I'm starting to worry that Willow didn't receive my letter. Ser Easton would not know where I am and that I'm doing well. My mind began to race and I couldn't help but think that I would never see the people I love again. It was my own doing though I chose to run away knowing that it could lead to this. Snapping me out of my thoughts I hear a high-pitched sound coming from a distance. The sound was getting closer and I could see Tyrax coming into view descending from the clouds. Not far behind him was Aeras it seemed they were having a competition on who could beat the other in a race and it made me smile. I realized that I have never been happier now than I was it the short time I was in Tir Asleen.

Thinking that I should send another letter I made my way to the castle but it wasn't till I saw a raven flying overhead that I stopped. I could barely make out the rolled-up piece of parchment attached to its foot. I took off running and saw that it was heading for the war room. Pushing open the double doors I could see that it was perched on top of the ledge overlooking the water. I walked up to the bird and carefully took the parchment from its leg before it flew away. Making my way over to the table in the corner I sat down to begin untying the letter to read what it contained.

"Dear Y/n,

Sincerely,

Ser Easton”

Parts of his letter made me laugh and others made me want to cry. The way my father was reacting to this was breaking my heart and it had me thinking maybe I should go back or perhaps write him a letter explaining everything. I don't know what to do I feel like I can't go back but I miss them more than anything. How could this gotten so far out of hand? How did my life turn out like this? When did everything start going downhill? Rubbing the sides of my head all I could do was start to contemplate what I should do next. Thank god Ser Easton will be here in three days I need him to tell me what I should do. Making decisions has never been this hard but now that it has to do with something that could affect the rest of my life I've never felt more helpless.

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notsarareallynot · 2 years ago

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Bucky x Reader Pregnant Part 2

< Part 1 / Part 2 >

Summary: You and Bucky finally find out the gender of your baby. The ups and downs of the Pregnancy and how the both of you deal with it. A lot of comforting, fluff and lots of SMUT.

Warnings: blood, crying, emotions, pregnancy

Word count: 2.2k

I’m sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes…

(I didn’t read this over again, so brave yourself for a few mistakes here and there)

“God you are killing me here peanut.” You mumble to yourself, trying to sit up in your bed, 7 Months pregnant with a round belly.

The warmth on you side comes from your husband, who’s still a sleep beside you.

Before you got pregnant, Bucky would always wake up before you, but now 7 month into the pregnancy, you would always wake up in the middle of the night, or really early. You either had to pee, where really hungry craving something sweet or your little baby girl would give you a hard time kicking.

Yes, Baby girl.

You and Bucky found out that you were having a little girl.

5 month ago

“I’m so exited” Bucky says to you, as you wait together in the waiting area of your gynecologist.

“Me too, I hope everything is alright” you say with a ring of anxiety to your voice.

Bucky takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth placing a kiss onto it.

“Everything is going to be just fine, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” You say still not totally convinced.

“Y/n Barnes?” A nurse calls.

You stand up and walk towards her, as she leads you to an examination room.

She lays you down and asks you to lift your shirt.

There wasn’t really a bump there yet, it looked like you were slightly bloated yes, but not pregnant.

“Just wait here, Dr. Reese is gonna be here any second.” The young nurse is tells you.

You give her a smile as she walks out, leaving you and Bucky all alone.

You take a shaky breath.

Bucky takes your hand again.

“I’m just so nervous James.” you say.

He strokes your hair kissing your temple.

“Shh, everything is going to be fine with our little girl.”

“Little Girl?” you ask him chuckling.

He grins at you. “Yes y/n. A little girl, my little girl.” he says confidently.

“I don’t care what gender the baby is, I just want it to be healthy, but I wouldn’t mind a little boy who will look, just as handsome as his father.” you say quietly.

“Why do you want a girl?”

He looks at you. “I would like a little princess, in a pink tutu, with those little pigtails…”

He would like that? Maybe you would like for it to be a girl too, Bucky would be an amazing Dad either way, but him as a girl Dad playing in an all pink room, throwing a tee party? Yes, you would like that.

The doctor steps in interrupting your talk.

“Hello how are we feeling Miss Barnes?”

“Fine, very nervous but fine.” you smile at Bucky squeezing his hand.

“Oh no reason to be nervous darling, let’s just have a look at your baby, so I can calm your nerves yes?”

“Yes please”

“Would you like to find out the gender today?” She asks the both of you.

“Yes. Please.” Bucky says immediately.

“Okay so this is going to be a bit cold”

She puts gel on your belly and you and Bucky stare to the screen.

“Okay…” Dr. Reese murmured studying the screen.

While she scans your belly she asks you a few basic questions.

“Is everything else going good? Do you have any nausea yet?”

Oh yes. The nausea had started two weeks ago. It was pretty bad, you were nauseous every morning, and the smell of certain things made you throw up.

“Yeah I’ve been feeling sick for the last two weeks.” you tell her.

Bucky also speaks up. “My wife has a hard time keeping food in and I’m worried about that, I think she even lost weight.”

You look at Bucky as he talks. He’s been very worried that’s true. He was always right beside you holding back your hair or bringing you water.

Dr. Reese nods. “I will prescribe you something for the nausea. And Mister Barnes don’t worry, it’s pretty common that some women lose a few pounds at the beginning of the pregnancy before gaining them back, after the nausea fades”

She looks back to the screen again.

“Well the baby looks healthy and it looks like you will have a girl, but it’s always hard to tell with girls. But I’m pretty sure.”

“Really?” you ask feeling a wash of relief at the mention of the baby’s health.

“A girl?” Bucky asks Dr.Reese again.

“Yes it looks like it. Congratulations.”she says smiling.

You feel Bucky squeezing your hand and look up at his teary eyes, wich are fixed onto the screen.

“C-could we maybe get a picture please?” Bucky asks your Doctor in a shaky voice.

“Yes, of course Mister Barnes.” she says with a big smile.

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Present time

You groan again rubbing your belly.

Bucky stretches beside you, turning toward you, placing lazy kisses onto your thighs and belly.

“Everything fine Doll face?” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah she’s just keeping me awake again, go back to sleep it’s late” you mumble stroking your fingers through Bucks hair.

He sits up, placing both of his hands on your belly bringing his mouth down, placing gentle kisses onto it. “Baby girl we already talked about this. You can’t keep your mommy up all night, she needs to sleep. So do Daddy a favor and let your mommy rest a bit mhm?” he whispers against your belly.

Bucky talking to your baby warms your heart every time. But it also makes you super horney, but that’s something that came with that pregnancy, maybe Bucky is just too handsome.

Just a second later she kicks hard again, making Bucky chuckle.

“Well I tried my best” he says with a smile.

Bucky swings his legs out of bed standing up, dressed just in his black boxers. He’s walking to the bathroom. A few seconds later he comes back out.

You can’t help but stare at him, the way his boxers hang so low on his strong hips, the way his abs flex as he walks. God you are so lucky, this men is basically sex on legs.

You look down at yourself. You have an oversized shirt of Bucky on and some granny panties that you bought in the mom section a few weeks ago, because your thong’s were getting way to uncomfortable. You also gained a few pounds and your breast weren’t sitting like they were before you got pregnant. And even though you were more than happy to be pregnant and become a mom, you didn’t feel like yourself. Your body was changing.

Even though Bucky didn’t say something ever, and never would. You can’t help but feel bad. He looked his best while you, well you were looking like this.

“Buck…? Forget it…” you say quietly.

He walks up to your bed sitting down next to you immediately, now fully awake.

“What is it love? Do you crave something? I can go and get you something from the kitchen? Or do you want me to massage you mhm? Tell me what is it?”

You could cry he was so sweet and supportive throughout the whole pregnancy. Maybe this was all because of your hormones, but you started to tear up.

“Hey, hey y/n, Doll hey what’s wrong? Tell me.” He asks slightly panicked that something wasn’t right with you or the baby, or that you were in pain.

“No, it’s so stupid” you sob silently now crying.

Bucky hugs you to him, caressing your cheek, wiping your tear away with his thumb.

“Look at me. No matter what you would tell me, I would never think of you as stupid. So now my beautiful, lovely wife tell me what bothers you.” he asks gently, while rubbing your back.

You scoff at him calling you beautiful, because that’s exactly the opposite of how you were feeling.

“Did I do something wrong…?” He ask’s quietly.

You chuckle sadly. “No, god no, you are perfect, that’s the problem. I look at you and god I get pregnant again just by doing so. And lately when I look at me… I- I just feel… not good.” you hiccup.

His eyes soften at your confession.

“Is that what this is about y/n?”

You shrug leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Y/n, Love you are perfect.” he starts, but you scoff again interrupting him.

“Hey I’m serious. You look so fucking hot pregnant” he says.

“Yeah right, I bet those stretch marks and those granny panties really turn you on.” You say sadly as a tear rolls down your cheek.

He gently moves in front of you and takes your face gently in his hands. “You mean those beautiful marks that show how fucking strong you are caring my baby?” He asks you, pulling your shirt up stroking the stretch marks on your thighs placing kisses onto them. “Or those beautiful hips which carry our baby?” He asks stroking your chubby sides.

“What else mhm? Your beautiful full breasts which are going to feed our baby girl?”

You can’t help the tears that are falling as he talks.

“Baby, let me tell you, I get hard every time I just look at you” he chuckles quietly trying to lift your mood.

You can’t help but smile.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes. Doll I don’t care what kind of underwear you wear, or how much you weigh or all that other shit you worry about in that little head of yours. You carry our child, making me a Dad and happier then I’ve ever been, you got that? And I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren’t the hottest chick I ever laid my eyes on, because you are. In fact let me show you just how much I appreciate your body.”

SMUT AHEAD!!!! (If you don’t like it skip it I guess?)

He pushes you gently down onto your back.

“Can we take that of love?” He asks tugging on your, well his shirt, you where wearing.

You nod your head.

He lifts your shirt over your head. You lay now just in your underwear in front of him.

Bucky places kisses on your round belly making his way up your full breasts.

He takes a nipple into his mouth sucking gently on it, while his other hand makes his way down between your bodies to find your damped underwear.

He looks up at you.

“Can we take those off too?”

“Mhmm…” you moan while Bucky slides your underwear down your thighs.

His fingers found your clit and you moan.

“Let me taste you, my beautiful wife”

He dives down eating you out. His tongue finds your clit and you feel a finger gently pressing against your opening.

Bucky pushes his finger inside and starts fucking you with his finger while sucking on your clit.

You moan and your hands find his hair tugging on it.

You feel the tight knot building up in your stomach.

“Buck, Buck I’m gonna I’m…” you cry out his name while your orgasm rolls trough you.

Bucky comes back up kissing you, his lips glistening with your juices.

“You wanna now how fucking hard you make me, pretty girl mhm?” Buck asks you, taking your hand pushing it inside of his boxers.

“That Doll, that’s how fucking hard you make me” he whispers in your ear.

“I-I want you James…” you moan.

Bucky lines himself up at your entrance, he slowly and really gently pushes into you.

So slow it feels like torture.

“James please” you moan dragging your nails up his back.

“Doll even though I think it’s the hottest thing that you bag me to fuck that needy pussy of yours, but I don’t want to hurt you or our baby girl.” He says while slowly fucking his length in and out of you.

“I- I can’t…” you moan feeling another orgasm coming up.

You look at Bucky he has his eyes fixed on you, slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“James I wanna- I wanna ride you.” You say breathless.

Bucky stills inside of you.

“Doll I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

You know what Bucky thinks, since he found out that your pregnant he would be even more gentle during sex, scared of hurting you or the baby.

“It’s okay, I talked to my doctor. I promise.” You look up at him.

He nods unsure and turns you around so you’d be on top.

You took that as a chance to take all of him, lowering yourself completely down on his length.

Bucky groans out griping your hips, helping you ride him.

You realized fast that this position felt unbelievable good for you, but was much harder with all that extra weight you’d put on.

“Wanna switch back around love ?” Bucky asks seeing you struggle.

“Yes please.” You half moan.

Bucky turns you again pounding you gently into the mattress.

“Doll fuck you grip me so fucking tight… I’m gonna come” he moans hiding his face in your neck.

“Me too” you moan kissing him.

A few lazy thrust later you come squeezing Bucky, he groans and stills, coming inside of you.

“And that’s, how fucking hot my beautiful, pregnant wife is.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

“I love you” he whispers kissing your neck.

“I love you” you say looking up at him.

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I know it was pretty short but the 3 part is almost done. 😁

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jaylienpotter · 1 year ago

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Prompt from @jegulus-microfic (12th July, yes I'm late)

Modern!AU Jegulus (515 words)

Coffee

Regulus Arcturus Black. Skinny, raven hair, icy blue eyes with bags underneath that were oh so noticeable in contrast with his snow pale complexion.

He wasn't talkative. Didn't have many friends, but he enjoyed the solitude. He enjoyed sitting alone at a table drinking his coffee, every morning, at exactly 8 o'clock.

One of the bartenders, James, recognised him everyday. He always said hello with a grin, knew his name and his order: Cold Brew Coffee with vegan whipped topping, 2 cinnamon dolce syrups, a splash of cold almond milk and ice. Sometimes a Peach & Strawberry Overnight Oats to go along. There were days in which the order was ready even before Black ordered.

It had been several days since he last walked through the familiar Starbucks shop, as he had been downtown for his brother's wedding. After Sirius and his now husband Remus left for their honeymoon, Regulus went back to the comfort of his home.

He definitely wasn't expecting to be greeted with a loud "Regulus!" followed by a huge grin when he opened the familiar coffee shop door.

"Oh. Hello James. Everything alright?"

"Yes! Haven't seen you, got worried. You usually never skip a day." The dark eyes looked down at tanned hands. The barista had always been very handsome in Reg's eyes. Black hair like his but wild, round glasses, dimples, pearly white teeth… And he was always so kind, too. It seemed like he was extra kind with this particular customer, but it could be simply an impression.

"Yeah, I went to my brother's wedding."

"Oh brilliant! I'll make your coffee and then you tell me about it? I missed my favourite customer." Regulus couldn't contain a smile, his cold stare breaking for a second. He felt his cheeks warm up a little, too. Hopefully no one could see.

"Yeah, sure."

"The usual? With the pastry?" After a nod, the boy got to work, bringing Regulus's order to the table he sat at, instead of calling his name. "There you go. Would you mind if I sit?"

"Are you allowed to?"

"The shop is quite empty this morning, Lily can cover for me. My break is in a few minutes anyways."

"By all means." Reggie signaled the chair in front of him, where James sat. "So, the wedding-"

They talked for a while about the event, James asked about his relationship with Sirius and Regulus asked about the barista's family. Only son, close to his parents.

"Potter!" A red haired girl called and James looked at her.

"Coming! Sorry I have to go back to work. Want the bill?"

"Yes, please."

And so he did. He looked a bit nervous when walking towards the table he was sat at just a minute ago. When he got there, he gave Regulus the bill and a note. "Uhm… If you want to talk again when I'm not working… Here's my number." Reg smiled, pink flushing his cheeks.

"I will. Have a good day, Potter."

"It's only fair I know your last name now."

"Black. Regulus Black. But you can call me Reggie."

#harry potter marauders #marauders headcanon #marauders fandom #regulus x james #james x regulus #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #sunseeker #starchaser #modern marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders

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kanerallels · 10 months ago

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For @monthly-challenge's Februfluff, day 15: dancing! My prompt is pretty short, but I still like it. Also it's one of the few times I've actually written Chenford (though that has definitely changed)

Their first dance wasn’t actually a dance, technically speaking. But Lucy would never forget the first time Tim asked her to dance. It was right after her first proper UC assignment, and she was still riding the high of it. She’d gone to Angela and Wesley’s wedding, and Tim had been there, like he always was.

That was the first time, looking back, that she could think of him looking at her like she was more than his rookie, more than even a friend. He’d looked handsome in his suit, and they’d talked about the op she’d just finished.

She’d been starting to walk away when he asked her to save him a dance, and Lucy could still remember the pleased surprise bubbling up in her chest.

It hadn’t worked out, obviously. Nolan had discovered that Angela and Jackson were missing, and the whole wedding had fallen to pieces in a matter of minutes. It was way, way too long before any of their group felt like dancing after that, even if things ended happily enough.

Their real first dance was months later, at James and Nyla’s wedding reception. Tim wasn’t wearing a suit, but he’d still looked good, like he always had. And he’d held out his hand, reminding her that she owed him a dance, and Lucy couldn’t swear her heart didn’t beat a little faster when she took his hand.

They’d talked as they danced, making up for some fight they’d had earlier, his hand curled around hers. Then he’d spun her around, and she’d laughed with the sheer exhilaration of it, and he’d been smiling, too. Lucy would never have guessed that Tim Bradford could smile like that when she’d first met him, grim and stern as he’d been.

But that had changed. So much had changed since then— their lives, both apart and together. The people they had in their lives. The way they felt about each other most of all, although that had definitely changed for the best.

And now, a little over two years after that dance at James and Nyla’s wedding, they were dancing again. But this time, Tim was wearing a suit. And Lucy was wearing white.

She felt a smile crossing her face as they spun around the dance floor slowly. The events leading up to this day had been nothing short of crazy, with moments of sweetness mixed in.

It had started with the proposal. Tim wasn’t usually one for speeches. Lucy had always known that he was more of one to show his love, not say it. But his proposal had brought tears to her eyes, and saying yes was the best decision she’d ever made.

Life had started to get a little crazy after that— one of the UC cases she’d been working had gone south, and things had gotten seriously dangerous. She’d ended up in a safe house while the others had worked the case, trying to bring in the man who was threatening her life.

Tim had been her rock during the whole thing. She’d known he was scared too, but he’d stayed calm, giving her updates and distracting her with a thousand different things, including wedding planning.

Eventually— after a few near deaths and a stand off at the safe house— the threat was handled and the criminal was behind bars. From there, the past week or so was a blur of wedding plans and dress fittings and cake tastings until finally, finally, the day itself was here.

And now? With the man she loved holding her, Lucy couldn’t be happier.

“Hey.” Lucy glanced up at the sound of Tim’s voice. Her boyfriend— no, her husband, she internally corrected herself with a little shiver of joy— was watching her with a half-smile on his face. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Lucy said, looking around her. She saw Grey and Luna dancing nearby, along with Nyla and James. Angela was sitting at a table with Nolan, Celina, and both of her kids, and she could even see Talia coming back from getting drinks to sit with them.

She was surrounded by her family, the people who loved her. And the one who loved her most was dancing with her, with no intentions of letting go. Looking back at Tim, Lucy smiled at him. “I’m good. I’m with you.”

His smile widened, and he bent down to kiss her. “Yeah,” he murmured against her lips. “I love you, you know that?”

“I know,” Lucy said, grinning, and he laughed. “And I love you, too.”

#chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #februfluff2024 #post canon #kissing #dancing #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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ranposbabe · 2 years ago

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Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter Four

“So you found her wondering the streets all by herself ?” “Like I told you, we were on our way back and she was just stood there in the middle of the road.” Moran states, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.

“She seemed like she was in distress.” Fred states, Moran nodding at the younger lads words.

“Did you see the rather odd clothing she was wearing. I wouldn’t want to jump to conclusions but-“There’s a chance that’s she’s in danger.” Moran interrupts Fred. Not that Fred minded but interrupted, the young man was finding it hard to fully detect the situation at hand.

“I’m not particularly sure what exactly is going on with her but it’s definitely something out of the ordinary.”

“There will be clothes brought for her tomorrow. But we will not question her tonight. Whatever has happened must have been stressful enough.” Albert states.

“What ?” The young blonde man questions, turning towards his eldest brother. “She can’t possibly stay here ?Even so this hasn’t even been discussed with William yet.”

“William is in his study, Louis.” Albert sighs. “You and I both know he’ll be there all night.” Yet despite his brothers words Louis is still not convinced.

“You needn’t worry. William will be informed before the morning.”

“Otherwise he’ll think someone’s broken in.” Moran teases, keeping the tension at bay.

Frustrated but keeping his composure, Louis abandons the conversation by taking the cups present on the table, leaving with the excuse of washing the dishes before bed.

“I’ll be off then.” Moran smirks, grabbing his coat, already heading towards the door. “The hour is late.” Albert reminds him.

“I’ll be back before Louis opens the curtains in the morning.” He states, and with that the Colonel is off down to a familiar setting.

You’re located on the second floor, quite the distance from the ground. You’ve no longer got the will to pull at the door anymore. It’s completely useless.

Unless the window. By chance after a few tugs, the window comes loose and opens and a burst of dust comes flying at your face. “Does nobody clean these poxy windows !” You cough, using your hand as fan to wave off the dust.

If you somehow had a drink on you perhaps this situation would be slightly more easy to deal with but no life just has to be so strange. The distance from the window and the ground is too high, the only suitable solution is to jump from each window sill and-

“Fuck it.” You sigh. “I’ll just have to limp down the road.”

Moran found himself more pleased then ever. Here he sat what others would call gambling where he simply put it as “teasing the imbeciles” while the barmaids looked over, eager to converse with him. Typical. The men around Moran groaned and whined as their losing streak continued.

Your eyes almost shine with stars at the sight of a pub just down the road.

You’re not exactly sure how long you’ve been walking-well slightly limping down the streets but all of that flew out of your mind the second you reach it.

Shakingly pushing the heavy door open, you do not hesitant to head straight to the bar. So determined that you miss the stares and looks sent straight your way.

Although you do not miss the deliberate loudness of a few drunks in the back.

“Where’s her skirt ?!” “Why she’s underdressed !” Tilting your head back Your brows furrow in confusion before turning around. But before you can get a word out you’re practically being thrown out. “I ain’t serving you miss.” He states, shaking his head as he cleans a glass.

“You want to be served, come bring your husband.” Some men around snicker.

At the noise of the laughter, it is only then Moran, looks up and at that he’s shocked.

“Pardon me, chaps.” He nods to the men yet his eyes remain only on you as he stands up heading swiftly over to you. Unfortunately for them, the barmaids are the ones to notice the Colonel stare to you. “Husband ?” You laugh. “Oh you need to get a grip-

“What are you doing here ?” Moran groans, already taking your arm.

“What are you doing here ?!” Your eyes widen as you turn to face him.

“We’re leaving.” He states it more to the barman as he holds out his hand, pardoning you.

“I didn’t even get a drink !” You cry, shoving the Colonel off your arm, spinning around to glare at him as he practically drags you outside.

“Tough. How did you even leave the manor you rascal ?!”

“I’d do anything for a little glass !” You state, glaring up at the Colonel frustrated face. “Some willpower.” He mumbles, already turning away. “Come on then. We’re going back.” “No !” You yell, forgetting that it’s quite late at night.

“Huh ?” He turns to look back. Just then he faces you with an uncertain look in his dark eyes. “Go.” He simply states. “What ?” Your eyes suddenly filled with anxiousness. “If you have some other place to be then go. I’d say you have a long way to walk by yourself late at night.”

He’s right. You’ve no one to follow but him. Even if you did have some place to go into late at night and who knows who else would be wandering the streets especially if you’re all alone.

“Look miss.” The man sighs, only now feeling somewhat sympathetic as he looks down to see your defeated expression as your eyes stare down at the concrete, head low in shame.

But before he can continue you cut in.

“I don’t understand. You with the others have only just met me ? Why are you helping me?” You look up to him. The hardship of the day is finally catching up with you. “It would be cruel not to help someone in need.” Your taken aback by his words and your widen eyes shows it all. Not once did you consider it being this way.

“I’ll go with you.” You state. “But only if you answer a really stupid question of mine first !” You’re so sure now. You need to know. “What year is it ?” You’re so scared of what the answer will be because only now you’re sure this isn’t a dream and yet you still have no idea how any of this has occurred. Not one bit.

“It’s 1879.” He states so obviously.

“You must really be fond of the drink.” He chuckles. “Or perhaps you really did hit your head hard back then.” He smirks.

“Wait !” You realise. The Colonel groans, clearing getting fed up with you already.

“I don’t even know your name ! Or the others !” You shake your head.

“Sebastian Moran and you are miss ?” He asks. “y/n.” You smile. “y/n.” He nods in confirmation. So his name is Sebastian. “And the young lad that was with you back then ?” You question. “Fred Porlock. He’s a quiet but good lad. The other two you met was Louis the blond gentlemen and his eldest brother, the head of the Moriarty manor Albert James Moriarty.” Well it seems that Moran was skilled at introducing people.

Moran, Fred, Louis and Albert.

“Wait. You said eldest brother right ?” So there’s a another Moriarty but why wasn’t he there just the few hours you were at the manor ? “William James Moriarty. He’s the second Moriarty brother.”

“William ?” You wonder. “How come I didn’t see him amongst the men bombarding me ?” You ponder, furrowing your brows. “No one was bombarding you !” He scoffs. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Hey !” You whine. “William is a maths professor. He’s quite busy with his teaching as of now. I’ll sure you’ll be introduced tomorrow.”

Despite your curiosity, you decide not to pry further. “Okay fine lead the wayyy.”You drag out your words, raising your arm forward.

“Just don’t walk too fast, Sebastian.” You sigh, attempting to keep up with the tall man who’s already steps a head of you.

“Don’t call me Sebastian.”

A/N: This was ALSO being difficult to post. Tumblr stop deleting my drafts please and thanks x

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marie-swriting · 2 years ago

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Home Again - Bucky Barnes

Marvel Masterlist

Summary : Your husband Bucky gets called to war, leaving you and your son Michael behind but he promises you'll meet again, little did he know "again" meant "seventy-four years".

Warnings : starts in the 40's, angst, character's death, mention of Bucky's trauma, loss of father, mention of war, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.7k

French version

Song inspiration : We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn

Your back against Bucky’s torso, you’re both comfortably settled on your couch. You’re holding his left hand against your chest and you’re softly stroking his wedding ring on his finger. Sometimes, Bucky brings both of your hands to his mouth to kiss yours. In his other hand, he’s holding The Hobbit while he’s reading out loud. As it often happens when your child Michael, who is one year old, is napping, you and Bucky make the most of this moment of silence to lay down and read. Even if you change books from time to time, you often re-read Tolkien’s work. Bucky is the one who introduced it to you so it’s kind of become your book. Bucky keeps reading, lulling you delicately with his voice, as usual. A light breeze coming from the open window of your living room comes your way to sweep away the summer heat. Somebody knocking on the door interrupts Bucky in the middle of a sentence. He markes the page then closes the book and you tell him you’re going to check who it is. You leave Bucky’s arm, peck his lips and walk to the front door. When you open it, you find a man with an army uniform. You instantly understand what news he is going to break to you.

“My respects, Mrs.Barnes,” he greets you with a nod, “is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes here ?”

“Yes, he is.” you inform, “Buck, can you please come here, honey ?” you call your husband.

You hear Bucky putting down the book on the couch and walking to you. Once he’s next to you, you step aside to allow him to see the man. As soon as he notices it’s someone from the army, Bucky gives a salute before listening to the information. You watch the interaction, even though you feel like you’re not here mentally. The conversation doesn’t seem to reach your ears, except for one sentence ‘you’re leaving tomorrow.’. These last words keep echoing inside your head as you realise in a few hours, Bucky won't be by yours and your son’s side anymore until an indeterminate day - if he comes back home safely. As soon as you see Bucky salutes again, you quickly say goodbye to the commanding officer whilst Bucky closes the door. Once you’re alone again, there’s a heavy silence. Bucky analyses your face, trying to understand your thoughts coming thick and fast. He’s about to say something to you when Michael’s cries take you out of your trance.

“I’m gonna go check on him. You should get ready, you’re supposed to meet Steve soon.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he calls you with a soft voice, taking your hand, “you know everything will be alright for me, right ?”

“I don’t have any doubt about it.” you smile, stroking his left cheek and kissing his right.

You break the embrace and go upstairs to see your son. You find him crying because he’s lost his teddy bear, you take Michael in your arms before grabbing his bear and giving it back to him as you try to soothe him. Rocking him slowly, you set your gaze on his face and you scrutinise his traits which are so close to Bucky’s and you feel tears forming in your eyes, in spite of yourself. You knew it was only a matter of time before Bucky would be called to go to war, you were just hoping you’ll get more time before his departure. You’re holding your tears back, not wanting Bucky to find your puffy eyes. You have to stay strong for him until the next day, when he’ll be gone. He’s the one going to war, you can’t be the one crying. Yet, you can’t help it. The fear of losing Bucky to the war increased the moment you opened the door.

For Bucky’s last night, you spend it at the Stark Expo with Steve and Michael. You make the best out of this last moment together. Bucky is starry-eyed as he watches the several inventions while you try to memorise Bucky being happy. God only knows how you’re going to have him back at the end of the war. You look at him interacting with your son, the moments warming your heart, especially when Michael giggles because of Bucky’s antics.

However, this moment has quickly become an old memory as soon as, with Bucky and Michael, you’re on the dock, waiting for the moment he’ll officially have to leave you. The beginning of the summer morning makes this day a bit less insufferable. The bright sun seems to want to give you a bit of hope for Bucky’s future. However, the sun can be luminous, it doesn’t erase your anxiety. Even the sight of Bucky holding your son in his arms, enjoying this last instant with him, doesn’t help to reduce your fear. Bucky keeps talking to you, hoping to take your mind off things. Even if you do your best to hide your emotions since the announcement of his departure, Bucky can see the sadness in your eyes. Notwithstanding, if he had to be honest, by doing this, it allows him not to think of the horrors of the war he’ll witness. He tries to look contented in front of you, but deep down, he’s scared of not coming back, leaving you a widow and your son without a father.

When the soldiers are officially called, you take Michael in your arms and Bucky grabs his bag. You don’t look at Bucky in the eyes, worried you’ll break down in front of him. He puts his fingers under your chin to lift your head up.

“Everything will be okay, sweetheart. I’ll be back before you know it.” he assures you with a comforting smile.

“Bucky, we don’t know if…”

You leave your sentence up in the air, not daring to express out loud the possibility of losing Bucky whilst your eyes get teary.

“Hey, we’ll meet again. I don’t know when, but I know we’ll meet again because I’ll always come back to you and to him.”, Bucky affirms, putting his right hand on your cheek and his left one on Michael’s. “You’ll see, it’ll be a sunny day like this one and we’ll make up for the lost time. I’ll come back home, no matter how long it might take. I promise. Everything will be alright for me.”

“Still, be careful. I want you back in one piece.” you state with a sad smile.

“You know me, I’m always careful.”, Bucky reminds you, kissing your left hand on your wedding ring. “Take care of yourselves.”

“As always.”

Bucky and you keep looking each other in the eyes until you hear a voice claiming it’s the last call before the departure, interrupting your moment.

“I need to go. I love you both.”

“Lobe you, dada.” Micahel tries to say.

“I love you, too, Mikey.” Bucky answers him, kissing his cheek, “Dada will be home soon. Be good to mommy. I’ll write to you both every day.” he promises.

“You better or I’ll do like Steve and do everything to enlist.” you affirm, making Bucky chuckle.

“This punk has a bad influence on you.”

“He’s your best friend. You have only yourself to blame.” you joke before having a serious expression on your face. “I love you, James.”

You don’t use Bucky’s name often, only during serious situations. When he hears his name coming out of your lips, Bucky knows the real meaning behind your ‘I love you’ is : ‘be careful, I will wait for you, come back home to us, I love you.’

“I love you, too, Y/N.” he replies but he actually means ‘I'll do everything I can to come back to you, I won't leave you and Michael behind, I'll stay as safe as I can, I love you.’

Bucky kisses you one last time while he’s stroking Michael’s back. Once he breaks the kiss, he presses his lips again on your son’s cheek before leaving for good. You watch him go, your tears already flowing freely. You can’t hold them anymore. You keep your gaze on Bucky until he disappears on the ship. You stay on the dock until the ship leaves the port. When Bucky is officially away from you, you lower your eyes to Michael who’s looking at you with curious eyes, not understanding the situation. You stare at your son, the only part of Bucky who’s with you now, until the man you love comes home from war.

Seventy-four years later, you’re still staring at your son, only his face has become older since Bucky left, just like yours. By looking at Michael, you can have an idea of what Bucky could have looked like if war hadn’t stolen him from you. Bucky’s loss was the worst trial you ever went through. You still remember the scream of pain you made but also the sound of your heart breaking in your chest when you heard the news. Your son was three at that time so you had to handle the sorrow as best as you could to make sure Michael would have a happy and complete life, despite the absence of his father. You ensured Michael never forgot who Bucky was. You told him every story involving Bucky, and also Uncle Steve, in addition to placing every picture you have, like this he’d always remember Bucky’s face. If one asked Michael how you did as a mother, he’d say you did an exceptional job because, even if he has no memories, he feels like he really knows his father, thanks to you.

Once you became old, Michael took care of you, like you did with him your whole life. However, as he got older as well, it became harder and harder for Michael to look after you, but he didn’t want to leave you alone so he made sure you both are in the same retirement home. He even lives in the room next to you. By the time Steve got out of the ice, he made sure you both got the best home.

Currently, you’re in your room, decorated by the several memories you have including a picture of Bucky on your wedding day on your nightstand. Michael is sitting on the easy chair next to your bed while your granddaughter Allison is on your bed. The sunbeam is lighting up the room, warming it up just enough. Allison comes to visit you and Michael almost every day and from time to time, your great-granddaughter Claire does the same. Nevertheless, according to Allison, she doesn’t come visit you enough, to which you always tell her the same thing.

“Claire is twenty. She’s young, she’s right to go out. Besides, she calls us almost everyday. Let the kid live a little.”

“I know but she was supposed to come today.”

“She can always come tomorrow.” Michael assures her, making Allison sigh.

She’s about to add something when somebody knocks on the door. Before she can stand up, Michael goes to the door. He opens it and you hear someone say something, even if your old ears prevent you from understanding it. Michael doesn’t move for a second, as if he was in a state of shock. Not seeing who it is, you grow worried.

“Mikey, who is it ?”

As a simple answer, Michael steps aside with a wide eye gaze, allowing you to find Bucky still young, although he has grown his hair long and a beard, in front of you. You don’t dare to move, too afraid it’s still the same dream you’ve been doing for the past seventy-four years. When you realise your Bucky is really in front of you, you start to fidget. You try to take the cover off you and order Allison to help you get up, yet at your age, it’s almost mission impossible. Upon seeing you trying to act so quickly, Bucky runs to you, not wanting you to leave your bed, scared you’ll hurt yourself. As soon as he’s next to you, you don’t waste any second and throw yourself in his arms.

“You’re here. You’re home.” you murmur, crying.

“I told you I’d come back. On a sunny day, wasn’t it ?”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“You too, you have no idea.”

“How is this even possible ? They told me you were dead ! And how can you still be so young ?” you question, cupping his head.

“You remember Steve’s story ?” he asks and you nod, “It’s more or less the same one.”

“I can’t believe it. Mikey, he’s home again !” you exclaim to your son who has teary eyes.

“I’m so happy to see you again, son.”

Bucky turns to Michael and looks at him with a sad smile. Too overwhelmed, Michael can’t utter a single word. He only takes Bucky in his arms while crying. You see Bucky tightening his grip, enjoying the feeling of his son who changed so much since the last time he saw him. After a few instants, Michael breaks the embrace but keeps his eyes on Bucky.

“Dad,” your son clears his throat and shows Allison, “this is my daughter, Allison.”

“We’re grandparents ?” Bucky enquiries, shocked.

“Great-grandparents even !” you answer with a smile, “You have a great-granddaughter called Claire.”

“I feel like I have a lot to catch up on.”

“We’ll be glad to tell you everything.” Michael reassures him, gently hitting Bucky’s right shoulder.

And that’s what you do. The whole day, the three of you explain to Bucky several family stories and answer all of his questions. Sometimes, you try to ask him some as well yet, he always changes the subject, which you quickly notice. Bucky is sitting next to you on the bed, both of your hands intertwined, even if his gloves prevent you from directly feeling them. His jacket still on his body stops you from seeing his arms as well. You don’t understand why Bucky seems to want to keep some distance. You make a mental note to ask him once you’ll be alone. He’s attentively listening to Michael telling him about Allison’s first Christmas whilst you look at Bucky with more attention. Albeit he looks like the Bucky who left for war, you notice the dark circles under his eyes and the absence of the small sparkle that used to be in his eyes. His face almost hasn’t aged. It’s almost imperceptible, but you’ve stared at Bucky’s old photos far too often so you find those small changes with one look.

When the night comes, Allison goes home after helping Michael to go back to his room. Bucky is still beside you. After begging the nurses for a few minutes, they agreed to let you eat in your room in addition to allowing Bucky with you for the night.

A peaceful silence is in the air while you’re looking at each other. Bucky scrutinises your face - he still thinks it’s beautiful, he’s happy he got the chance to see your face older, yet he’s sad he couldn’t see it ageing. He kisses your left ring finger on your wedding band, like he used to do, and you smile at his gesture. Bucky notices the ring is still the same ; and even if you had every right to get remarried, he’s glad to see you didn’t do it. As for you, you can’t help but be frustrated to not feel his fingers, he still hasn’t taken his gloves off, nor his jacket.

“Aren’t you hot ? You’ve been keeping these damn jacket and gloves all day.” you exclaim, annoyed.

“Are you trying to undress me ?”, Bucky laughs with a fake shocked face, “Come on, Y/N, a nurse could come here at any given moment !”

“Bucky,” you sigh, “you know what I meant. I haven’t seen you in seventy-four years, I’d like to touch your hands.”

Reluctantly, Bucky takes his right glove off and puts it in his jacket. He looks at his flesh hand before holding it out to you, trying to do a reassuring smile.

“And the other glove ?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“I… I’d rather keep it.”

“I’m old, not sick. You’re not gonna get any germ or something.” you joke, making Bucky smile.

“I know.” he says without adding anything else.

You take his right hand in yours, enjoying its calloused aspect. Bucky’s face turns into sadness whilst he slowly takes his hand out of yours and puts it on your cheek.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”, Bucky whispers, “It wasn’t what I had planned.”

“We’re together again, it’s what matters.” you assure him with a genuine smile.

“Maybe, but I was afraid you’d be…”

Just like you when he had to go to war, he leaves his sentence up in the air, not daring to express the possibility of you being dead.

“Somehow, my body must have known you were still alive and waited for you to come back.”

“Probably.”

Bucky keeps stroking your cheek while you put your left hand on his, deepening the touch.

“Are you going to tell me the truth, now we’re alone ?” you ask him with a soft voice.

Knowing well what you’re talking about, Bucky tenses up, taking his hand away from your cheek whilst he instinctively hides his left hand in his jacket’s pocket.

“About what ?” he pretends to not understand.

“Bucky, I know you, despite all these years. And besides, the way you said you had ‘more or less’ the same story as Steve confirmed to me there's something you’re not telling me. What has happened to you during the war ? How can you still be so young and how could you survive that fall ?”

Realising his half-lie didn’t convince you is not a surprise to him. You knew him by heart before he went to war, of course you can still read him like an open book. At this instant, he even thinks you know him better than he does. This thought pinches his heart. He stays silent, not knowing what to answer when his eyes fall on a book on your nightstand.

“You still have it ?”

Upon hearing Bucky changing the subject, you roll your eyes whilst he grabs the harback, beside his picture. He opens your old copy of The Hobbit - now damaged because of the multiple times you’ve read it, and discovers annotations that weren’t there the last time he saw it. You never annotated the books you used to read together. Yet, after he left, you had started reading Tolkien’s book again and annotated every comment Bucky used to say while reading to have the impression you were still reading together. Bucky’s heart tightens in chest when he thinks of all the times you must have read The Hobbit as you tried to search for some comfort.

“I never go anywhere without it.” you inform, “You’re not going to tell me the truth, are you ?”

“Maybe one day.”

Bucky knows it’s not fair to you to hide from you what happened to him. You’ll discover the truth eventually, he must be the one telling his story, but he wants to do it some other time. He doesn't want his reunion with you to be spoiled. You’re so happy to have him again, he doesn’t want to break your heart by explaining to you that for seventy years he has been tortured and used as a weapon, along with losing every memory he had with you and Michael until Steve found him again. Bucky finally has a chance to be with you after all these years, he can’t ruin everything with his story. He had to go through terrible things before arriving at this specific moment, he has to make sure it’s a happy memory. Since Wakanda, he has a second chance and he isn’t planning on wasting it. No, you don’t need to know everything he went through or did. You don’t need to know how he can still be fragile mentally. He’s by your side again, it’s all that matters.

“Why don’t you come laying down next to me and read to me The Hobbit like we used to ?” you end up proposing.

“With pleasure, sweetheart.”

Bucky helps you to find a good position on your bed before joining you. Once you are both comfortably settled down, you try to take his left hand, but quickly, he takes the book with this hand and gives you his right one. You frown because of the way he acted. You were always holding his left hand when you were reading. You try to not to think too much about it and stroke his right hand whilst Bucky starts reading the first words out loud. As soon as you hear Bucky’s voice, you feel like you went back to a time where everything was alright, where you were young and far away from the horrors of the war in your little home in Brooklyn with Michael peacefully napping upstairs. You take a deep breath, Bucky’s smell filling your nostrils like before. For the first time in seventy-four years, you feel at home again. A peaceful smile takes place on your face.

Tired by the emotions of the day, you allow yourself to fall asleep softly while you keep listening to Bucky’s voice, your strokes on his hand becoming less and less regular. Thanks to his supersoldier hearing, Bucky feels your breath slowing down, telling him you’re falling into Morphe’s arms. Upon turning the page, Bucky kisses the crown of your head. He keeps reading, listening attentively to your heartbeat. He finishes reading the second chapter when he hears your pulse going weaker and weaker until it can’t be perceptible anymore. Confronted by the silence, Bucky stops his reading. He needs a few seconds before realising you just left him. Instantly, his eyes get teary. He puts the book down on your nightstand and sets his gaze on you. Delicately, his hands find their way to your face where he can see the ghost of a smile. Bucky starts crying as soon as he sees it, even if you passed away happy and serene by his side, he had promised to meet you again but also to make up for the lost time and one day is not enough.

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lillylvjy · 2 years ago

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Butterfly (fly away)

A/n/// hi so this is a small angst blurb I literally wrote 10 mins ago! So enjoy and please read the warnings! Also this can be looked at as a villain au or just like an au of anything really!

Warnings// main character death, crying, hitting, blood mentioned once, reader has a kid with Wilbur but gender isn’t specified, please tell me if I missed anything!

Edited: not really.

“Oh- thank god! What took you guys so long?! Where’s Wil?” You asked, getting up from the dining room with a relieved smile on your face. But once everyone was through the door, monotone and deep, long expression painted their face, you knew something was up. “Hmm? Where is he?!”

“Y/n-“ Tom choked on his words before he could get the rest out. You looked over at James and finally saw it. All the blood.

“That’s- That’s someone else’s blood! Right? Now- please guys! Where’s my husband?” You ask again, placing your hands on your hips and smiling at them with furrowed eyebrows.

“Wilbur- Y/n you have to understand the situation-“

“No. No no no. He’s not gone. It’s Wilbur! He’s fine. He’s always fine. Where is he? Where is Wilbur?” You asked, raising your voice as you hold back tears, looking around the room, hoping for someone to answer.

As you looked around the room, you made eye contact with Tommy, who was also holding back tears, you saw him shake his head as his bottom lip wobbled.

That’s when you knew.

That’s when you knew your husband was dead.

“N-No. No! God no- please!” You cried as you held onto the counter you were leaning on, keeping yourself from collapsing on the floor. You kept wailing, begging that someone or something up there would give you a sign that he was alive and well and this was just a sick fucking joke. You watched the front door as you cried, waiting for him to come in through those doors, looking at you with the smile of his and arms open wide for you.

But after a couple minutes nothing happened.

No one came.

Wilbur didn’t come.

“Y/n, sit down please-“ James started to grab your arms to move you but you quickly got out of his grasp and turned towards him.

“No! Don’t touch me! You were supposed to protect him. You promise, goddamnit! All of you did! You were supposed to stop him. You were supposed to pull him back and tell him I couldn’t lose him. That I need him-“ You yelled and cried at James, slamming your fist into his chest with little effort. James quickly grabbed your hands and placed his hand on the back of your head, bringing it to rest on his chest as you sobbed and screamed.

A couple second later, you felt arms wrap around your waist and a head drop onto yours. Looking at the culprit with a blurry vision you could make out that it was Tom. He was crying as well. You leant into James once more and held Toms hands that were interlaces around your stomach.

You couldn’t be possibly able to live life without him. He was your rock. Your anchor. Your husband.

Your everything.

*****************

“Ok, come along dear! You have the flowers?” You asked the small girl next to you.

“Mhm! I picked them out just for dada!” Your daughter giggled and took your hand in hers.

“Good job, Willow! Alright- ready to see dad?” You asked the small girl with a smirk.

“Yay!” Willow shouted and pulled you along with her. As you walked to the tree that was on top of a hill behind your house, you quickly take a moment to appreciate the scenery in front of you. The tree has beautiful flowers decorating it, top to bottom. The slight wind making the tree dance freely.

“Ok remember what I told you, ok?” You carefully let her hand go as she took off towards the tree. Willow slowed down as she got closer to the tree, walking to the side and gently laying it fine in front of it.

“Hi daddy!” The little girl said as she plopped down in front of the tree and looked back at you as a way to say “hurry up!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Hey Wil.” You said as you sat down next to Willow, looking up at the words carved into the tree.

In loving memory,

William Gold.

“Wanna tell him about your week or want me to tell you another story?” You asked the girl as she looked up at the tree, as if it was speaking to her. She quickly giggled and said, “story first, then tell him about my week!”

You looked up at where she was staring at to see a cat. A grey one to be exact- but. It looked quite nice. And it was just looking at you both, its tail slowly moving side to side like it was waiting for you to do something.

Just like Wilbur would.

You smiled up at the cat as it licked its mouth and stayed seated. “Ok darling. Come here!” You patted your lap for her to sit in. She quickly scurried to sit in your lap, playing with your hands as you settled in. “What do you want to know now?”

“Hmm how did you guys meet?!” Willow asked with a confused look on her face, not remembering if you told her or not.

“Ahh, are you sure you’re big enough for this?” You joked as you tickled her sides, her giggles spreading through the fields.

“Yes! Yes mama! Pleaseeee!” Willow begged as she jumped up and down in excitement in your lap .

You laughed as you nodded and looked up at the tree.

“Ok- so it all started in a simple little coffee shop-“

#lilly writes #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilburfromlvjy #wilbur x reader #dsmp wilbur #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x you #dsmp x reader #mcyt imagine #x reader

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beewithknee · 1 year ago

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of heart and home

day 7 of redactober :D

(18+) james/spouse fluff + smut

A sharp knock rang through their house and they froze. Scarcely breathing, they ducked below the eyeline through the window and crept toward the front door.

Sure, they didn’t live in the least-safe area possible. But it was going on 1am and their instincts were haywire.

It was times like that, where they found themself longing for James the most. Times where their husband would’ve swept them up into his arms and sheltered them from the harm.

They weren’t weak, not by any means, but there was something so special about being able to hide with another, knowing you were safe as long as they were by your side.

Their longing ran core-deep in those moments.

Creeping to the front door, they paused only to grab the bat that resided beside it before flicking the lock.

“I am armed. I’ve got the police on speed dial. Leave this property now.” They warned, voice remaining steady despite their inner turmoil.

“Uh, I’m just here to deliver a pizza. It’s a large cheese for a [Name]. Is that you?” The timid voice they heard was their local pizza guy. They adored him; he was a stocky little man who always got a large tip for being on time.

They dropped the bat, “Oh shit. Sorry Guy. Just, it’s late and I didn’t order a pizza.” They rushed to explain, opening the door wide enough to see the pale man.

He hummed in consideration, “Odd. Well, I’ve got something else too but it’s a little heavy. Can you help me bring it in?” He smiled politely. They immediately agreed, propping the door and opening their arms to share the load of Guy’s delivery.

They looked down, expecting a box on the ground, when two black Oxfords entered their view.

“Hey Love.”

They stopped dead, hands falling and eyes going wide.

Shakily, their gaze rose back up to his. “J-James?” They needed confirmation that this wasn’t some twisted dream.

“It’s me. I’m home.” He smiled, eyes watering and grin so wide. They moved in a flash, body jumping into the security of their husband's arms without second thought.

Taking his face into both hands, they studied all the new eyebags, stress lines, and burst blood vessels that told a tragic tale. They studied him long and hard.

His eyes searched theirs too, finding the loneliness to be so obvious. It hurt his soul. Knowing his job and he, himself, had caused that. James swore then and there to do whatever he had to, to ensure his spouse never felt that way again.

Leaning in, James kissed them. It echoed of unspoken words and mended bonds. Their lips met in just such a way that it resparked that fire.

A loud bang behind them indicated that Guy had left.

Neither of them paid it any mind.

James’s hands immediately found their waist, squeezing hard. He groaned in appreciation at the softness he felt. After so long dealing with such hard, unbending, unfeeling objects, it was a godsend to have his pliable lover beneath his fingertips.

“Bed?” He panted out as they separated.

“Bed.” They agreed, grinning down at him. Fuck, they’d missed him more than words could describe.

The two stumbled their way into the room, bodies collapsing on one another. The movements were rushed, but no less tender. James worked both of them out of their clothes, hands roaming the newly exposed skin.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I left.” He whispered, peering up at them through long lashes. They smiled sadly, finding his hand and placing a sweet kiss to it.

One that spoke of forgiveness.

He pulled their bodies together; their core was hot. Too hot. James knew he wouldn’t last.

“Can I?”

They nodded, “Please.” He sucked two fingers, lining them up and pushing in steadily. There was only a little resistance.

“Has someone been having fun without me?” His voice was dark as he crooked his fingers upward, eyes lighting as their body convulsed with pleasure.

“Mhm, missed you. Used the toy- ah, you bought. Your size.” They admitted, moans breaking up their sentence. His deft fingers paused at those words, hands shooting down to grab the base of his cock.

“Fuck, Love. You cannot say shit like that if you want me to fuck you tonight.” The words were deep, almost a growl. It made their lower stomach throb in excitement.

“Then hurry up and fuck me, James. Don’t make me wait any longer.” It was a mean tactic, and they both knew it.

James surged forward, body bracketing theirs entirely as he kissed them like a starved man. He was starved. It’d been close to two years without physical contact from his partner. He never wanted to do that again.

They remained face to face as James slowly pushed his way in. Their body accepting him in the most intimate way. His cock throbbed in their hole, and he groaned deep.

“Fuck baby- oh god. You feel so fucking good.” He bit their neck, sucking a dark red mark to stake his claim.

Pulling their hand away from their mouth, he joined it with his above their head. The gold rings struck one another and the pair looked at their joined hands.

It was a beautiful sight.

James thrust in hard and slow. Using his full weight, he forced himself to hit their spot every time. Their eyes rolled back, body shaking under the long-forgotten feelings.

“James, James, James-” They chanted, head tossed back, unable to maintain eye contact. He chuckled, letting their hand go to wrap around their waist.

The momentum forced him deeper, the pleasure twisting both their minds.

“Fuck, you’re like a fucking vice. God, I missed this. I missed you.” He swore, kissing his way across their sweaty chest. Their orgasm caught them off guard, too wrapped up in the other’s feelings.

Love came hard, body locking James in. His hips stuttered. “Cum for me James.” They moaned into his ear. The new-found tightness was too much and he collapsed onto them as he came in tandem.

They often thought the aftermath of sex to be disgusting. Too much cum. Too much sweat.

But as James rolled them over, pulling out but keeping them close to his chest, they found it beautiful. Their heavy breathing became softer, both bodies falling in sync with their breaths.

Love’s hand toyed with their husband’s wedding band, pressing a kiss to the now-warm metal.

“I missed you so much.” Tears clogged their throat, a familiar constriction weighing down the words. “I missed you too. I’m sorry I was gone for so long.”

He kissed the top of their head, arms forcing them to remain flush against him. In that embrace, all sweaty and hot, both lovers were reunited happily. James swore he’d do whatever it took to keep his partner just like that.

“You’re home now.”

"I'm home." They both knew he wasn't just talking about the house.

#redacted asmr #james calls his partner Love #just an excuse to write canon married fluff tbh #this mf is a king #and i miss him so much #redacted fluff #flufftober 2023 #redacted audio #redactober 2023 #redacted tober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #smut #redacted james

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harlequin-hangout · 2 years ago

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Incapable (Preview)

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Enjoy this preview of a new Mob!Bucky fic I'm working on! I can't promise when it will be posted, but it will be sooner rather than later. Want to be tagged when it's up? Let me know in a comment! And remember, Reblogs help writers so much! Please reblog my work!

⚠️This fic will contain violence and an arranged marriage, plus Brock Rumlow who is a warning in himself. Please do not read if this content could be triggering for you⚠️

The door to your house was broken. Someone had kicked it in. You step over broken glass, finding every drawer ripped apart.

“James?” You called out to your husband. Silence was the only answer you received.

“Bucky??” Your voice was more desperate. You ran from room to room, only finding more destruction. Making your way into Bucky’s bedroom last, you found his sitting corner smashed, with blood staining the carpet and upholstery. A broken cell lay on the ground – Bucky’s work phone. The picture of you and Bucky on your wedding day had been ripped out of its frame, the blade of a hunting knife stuck in the side table through the photo of Bucky, while your face had been scratched beyond recognition. There was no mistaking the message that the sender was intending. Though your marriage wasn’t traditional, James Buchanan Barnes had never made you feel like property. Your husband was the only person in your life that hadn’t treated you like a means to an end, like a bargaining chip or a high-ticket item, and he was missing. You pick up the cracked phone on the ground, managing to turn it on enough to get Steve’s number out of it. You dial, hang up after one ring, then call right back.

“Hey, Buck, what’s up?” You hear Steve’s jovial voice on the line.

“He’s made his move. Get Wilson and be here in 20.” Your voice was calm, but Steve could hear the icy bite.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I know this is tough but–”

“But nothing, Rogers.” You cut him off. “I know that I haven’t been involved in the business, but this is personal. 20 minutes. Wilson. Bring however many weapons you can carry.” You hung up, not waiting for a response.

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thelilreddragon · 9 months ago

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Hi. I had an idea for a neat HP one shot/drabble prompt, if you are interested. I would understand if you aren’t interested in it, but regardless here it is=

Jily(James and Lily Potter)lives/muggle prompt/AU, ‘all a dream?’: “Harry! You are awake! Oh thank god”

“M mum? D dad? You are alive? Was it all a drea..”

“Son, you have been in coma for a while”

He had been asleep for a while… a while being 4 months and two weeks and 6 days.

Harry’d been hit in the head by a book, when he’d gotten into an argument with his friend Ron. Unfortunately, Harry fell backwards and had hit his head on the corner of his bedpost.

The force had fractured the back of his skull- just over his parietal lobe… after rushing him to hospital, his parents had seen him for all of two seconds before he went into surgery.

Ron was a mess, and Harry’s girlfriend and best friend was worse. Hermione kept yelling at Ron for his stupidity, and Lily had to send Ronald home.

Surgery had gone well. EEGs came back with heightened brain activity, highly indicating dreaming and imagination being present. There was only a tap of impact on his parietal lobe. The surgeons expected him to make a solid recovery, but were slightly concerned about writing not being the same.

James and Lily agreed that they would rather have their son never write again, than him be dead, and they cried when the surgeons told them that surgery went well.

4 months, two weeks, and 6 days later, Hermione is sitting in the bed beside her boyfriend, typing on her laptop.

Lily is asleep on her husband’s lap, on the inflatable mattress they purchased, and James is chatting with Hermione on Harry’s latest labs.

“He seems to be making progress. They’re thinking he’s going to wake up soon!” James exclaims, excitedly.

“I’ve been doing some research, and based on his heightened EEG levels, they’re thinking that rather than being able to hear us, Harry is actually having a dream that is so strong it mimics reality.” Hermione frowned, looking down at Harry, whose brow had furrowed for some reason.

She softly brings her finger down to poke at the bunched up skin on his forehead. “Please wake up, you idiot. I love you, but I will kill you before this thing does.”

Hermione is met with a further scrunch, including his nose. She wouldn’t have given it much thought, except for the fact that Harry’s mouth started to move like he was yawning. That’s new.

“James? He’s seriously making faces. Could you call in the nurse?”

“Alrighty!” James perked up, and gently moved his wife from his lap, to rest on the pile of blankets beside him. He skipped out the door, when Harry’s eyes started flickering like he was dreaming.

“I miss your eyes. Can you open them please?” Hermione whispered, moving her hand to cup his chin. Her response is a seriously scrunched face, and a raspy voice.

“Burr-ite.”

“He’s awake?!” There’s a crunch coming from the air mattress, the light is shut off, and Lily’s on Harry’s other side. Her hand reaches out to stroke his hair.

“Seems like it! Harry, love, can you hear me?” Hermione whispers.

“I got the doctor!” James yells, throwing the door open and striding into the room. “Any change?”

“L-ow-d,” rasps Harry.

“Bloody hell! He’s awake!” James exclaims, rushing up to beside his wife.

“I need you all to move away from the bed, so that I can look at him closer, please,” the doctor says, pulling his scope off of his neck.

The group moves away, and Hermione gracelessly drops her laptop onto the mattress. After what feels like hours, the doctor turns to them and says, “he’s fine. Let him readjust.”

Hermione is the first there, and she slips her fingers through his hair. “Hey handsome. Good to see your eyes again.”

A quirk of his lips. “Mione. What am I doing here?”

“Ron gave you a bonk.”

“Harry! You’re awake!!” Lily shouts, going onto Harry’s other side. James creeps up behind her.

“L-ow-d,” Harry whispers again.

“Oh I’m sorry, honey. You’re awake!”

“M-uh-m?” He rasps out. “Duh-add?”

“Yes, honey, we’re here. You’re okay.” Lily replies.

“Th-aw-gh-t yu-ew we-er d-eh-d,” Harry states, his words chopped and stuck. Likely a result of the impact of waking up, and possible aphasia.

Hermione and Lily share a glance. His raised EEG levels were in fact due to a hallucination.

“You were out for a while, honey.”

“So… I dreemed it?” He slurs out.

“Yes, son. You dreamed it.” James says, putting his hand on his son’s.

“‘S go-od. Was a we-ird dre-em.”

Turns out, Harry hallucinated being a wizard, which sent Lily into a laughing fit. Harry told her that he had fought some bald snake man with a stick, and married Ron’s sister.

Harry told Hermione that she’d married Ron, and she was splitting a gut with laughter. Though they had all been friends as kids, Ron was far too irritated with Hermione and vice-versa.

James and Lily weren’t too concerned about the concepts in Harry’s dream. They just kept asking him what the hell a huddle poof was.

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Hope that was good enough!! I tried! :)

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