#aka the steve and bucky are going to be a no since they were in their 30s and the server decided no

[smashorpass50plus]

what if beetlejuice but specifically the musical one

I'm going to say no on this since the actor is so young.

I'm going to try and start only accepting characters if the actor is over 40 from now on

[spookyrea]

... Though I'm Not That Flexible

(part 2 following You Can Wrap Me 'Round Your Finger)

You prepare to tell Loki you love him. Much to his embarrassment, Loki has to tell you something, too.

(aka - frost giant biology is weird and Loki has to suffer the consequences) (and you're kinda into it) (oops)

Chapter 2 / 2 -- read it on AO3 here

Word count: ~9k

Warnings: 18+ !! fem reader; courtship/nesting behaviour, smut (and I mean... smut)

You watched Steve haul himself into the boxing ring, internally groaning at the thought of going toe-to-toe with the Man with a Plan himself. 

Loki hovered at your shoulder looking decidedly out of place in a button-down and trousers; he was off the training roster for the week after Bucky had benched him for his ‘poor attitude’. The only people currently brave (or stupid) enough to spar with him were Steve and Thor, the latter of whom was banned from sparring with Loki indoors because of, to quote Pepper, the 'Thor-And-Loki Event' in June.

Privately, you agreed with Bucky’s assessment – Loki had been acting strange lately. Clingy, extra affectionate but equally as moody. Any time you tried to pry you were met with the same response – that Loki was “fine” and “had complete control” over the situation.

Sometimes the best option with Loki was to let him come to you. His desire for absolute control was multi-faceted, but it usually worked out best if he could ask for help and feel like he had an explanation as to why. You knew from experience that hounding him could dig up raw insecurities about worth and ability. So - you made the most of it; if Loki was going to be clingy, he could at least be useful and clingy. 

“Hold these, please.” You pushed your towel and water bottle into his hand. Loki accepted them with only minor complaint, tucking them under his arm to make room for everything else you were sure to pile onto him.

Steve rattled the ropes fencing him inside the boxing ring. “Come on, soldier. Don’t keep an old man waiting.”

Loki stretched to hide his sparkling fingertips; you knew his seidr well enough by now to recognize how Steve’s shoelaces unraveled with a mind of their own.

With his arms raised like that, there was no denying Loki’s ‘growth-spurt’ – the buttons on his shirt strained to stay in their buttonholes, gaping a little across his chest. You fought back a grin, watching a young intern (definitely part of Tony’s university pipeline program) spill water down her front while admiring the pull of yet another too-small shirt. A few of her friends giggled, their faces downcast but their gazes teasing, peering up through their eyelashes every few seconds.

“What?” Loki glanced over his shoulder in the direction you were looking.

“Nothing. Some kids are staring at you, that’s all.” You honestly weren’t offended - you remembered what it was like to want Loki from afar, and you weren’t blind. You knew passersby were going to gawk and shoot him longing stares. Loki, however, seemed uncharacteristically upset. His eyes narrowed, upper lip curled slightly in dissatisfaction, and he turned back to you with his shoulders drawn taut. He hooked his fingers in the pocket of your hoodie – Loki’s hoodie, actually, since yours seemed to have mysteriously disappeared – and tugged you into his chest, pressing a firm, dry kiss to your mouth.

You blinked dazedly at him once he’d slunk back. “Is this one of those ‘obviously not interested’ moments?”

He shrugged. “Something like that.”

“People stare all the time. It’s nothing new.”

“I know.” A pretty pink blush was creeping up his cheeks, warming his pale complexion. “I just thought it pertinent to make my intentions crystal clear.” Then, after a beat- “Do you think anyone would notice if I locked the changing room doors and had my way with you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course they would. Now– help me up. I have a senior citizen to cream.”

If anyone was getting creamed, it was you.

You circled the boxing ring on shaky feet, watching Steve round on you with that quiet cockiness of his. He flicked his stupidly perfect bangs out of his stupidly beautiful eyes and mimed a one-two punch combo while you considered giving into the universe and letting your limbs turn to oatmeal. Bucky sat in a folding chair on the sidelines, picking your scrimmage apart with his stupidly brilliant and equally beautiful eyes.

You hated them.

Bucky picked up on details you would never have noticed – your uneven stance, the angle of your elbow when you raised your fists – and, while helpful on paper, it only served to raise your blood pressure by a few degrees. Not helped by the fact that Bucky seemed to know what moves Steve was going to make before he did, so could comment on your form before you’d even finished a move.

PAL whistled encouragement when you just barely blocked a left hook. Tony had set him in Bucky’s lap so he could watch you and Steve train. (“He’s so little. He can’t see over anything.”) At least PAL liked you, even if he was out for blood.

“I agree with the pest, darling. You should wring his neck,” Loki offered from the sidelines. He leant his head on his forearms where they were draped over the ropes, his bored expression betrayed only by the way his brow furrowed whenever Steve got too close to landing a hit.

(You were admittedly not very good at hand-to-hand combat. As a telekinetic, your fists were usually a last resort in the field.)

“This would all be so much easier if you stopped - hey! - swinging so much.” You swept the back of your hand across your eyes, hoping to clear the sweat pouring into them. “Also, has your stuff been going missing lately?”

“Kind of defeats the whole purpose of combat training.” Steve frowned, then threw his body weight into a kick to your chest, which you only barely dodged. He stumbled but quickly corrected, spinning to catch your right hook effortlessly. “But no, nothing’s gone missing lately. Well, my veggie straws have been disappearing but I buy those because Bucky insists he doesn’t like them and then sneaks them from my cupboard. Has he been breaking into yours too?”

You squirmed, planting your feet and leveraging your upper body to try and pry out of his hold. Unfortunately for you, Steve was two hundred and seventy pounds of solid steel pretending to be flesh, so you might as well have been a leaf trapped under a fourteen-wheeler. “No. My pillows keep disappearing.”

Your feet briefly left the ground when Steve lifted you by the wrists. He dumped you unceremoniously on the padded floor of the boxing ring and proceeded to loom over you, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and fatherly rage. “Someone’s been perving on you?”

You pushed yourself upright, wincing when you felt your muscles protest the movement. “I don’t know!”

“Weird. Maybe you have a secret admirer. Loki!” Steve mimed an elbow drop but pulled his weight at the last second; he rolled to the side and sprawled out, all six-feet-four-inches of him laid out next to you without having broken a sweat. “Keep an eye on your girl, ya’ hear?”

Loki visibly preened at the idea of you being his girl. You felt a whisper of seidr across your cheek, a sparkling green kiss so fleeting it could have been a trick.

Steve squinted up at him from the floor of the boxing ring. “Are you bigger?”

“You’ve gotta start throwing punches, kid.” Bucky interrupted from the sidelines. PAL bobbed his head in agreement. “Look, I was just like you. A sharp shooter–”

“I’m telekinetic.”

“My point still stands. I did all my best work from a hundred yards away. But sometimes, in the field, you’re gonna have some guy get in your space and wail on you, and I need to know you won’t just fold like a deck of cards when that happens.”

“I’m sorry I’m not built like a tank, Bucky.” You swiped the edge of your shirt over your forehead, grimacing when the already-wet material slid over your damp brow. 

“I’m not saying you have to put on a hundred pounds of muscle. Just-” Bucky slipped under the rope and into your personal space, rounding on you from behind to wrap his flesh arm around your throat. His other hand shot out and circled your wrist, holding it at an awkward angle so that your muscles locked uncomfortably. “Just play dirty. If I get this close, I will kill you. So what are you going to do about it?”

You hissed, jerking under his metal hand. “Ow, Bucky, I get it–”

It took all three of you a moment to register that the noise rumbling through the air was coming from Loki. The fluorescents overhead flickered in waves, darkness ebbing and flowing from a point above Loki’s head. They buzzed and crackled unnaturally with displeasure. Bucky’s arms dropped away to put a bit of space between your bodies. Loki’s eyebrows drew tight in the middle, a scowl twisting his pretty face.

“Hey, My Chemical Mischief,” Tony yelled from across the gym. “Cool it with the dick measuring contest, will you? We get it, she’s a kept woman - I don’t think Barnes wants any of that.”

Thor laughed. Racking his barbells, he straddled his padded bench and flicked sparks of electricity from his fingertips, a strange side-effect that manifested whenever he strained himself. He taunted something to Loki in their mother tongue and the effect was instantaneous; Loki gaped at his brother, his growling cut short, and hurled something – an insult? – back. 

With a few words they reduced the other to adolescents. Though none of you mortals could even hope to dissect their twisting language, it was clear that the two of them were rehashing centuries of arguments all at once.

Loki reeled back when Thor, his nose tilted to the ceiling, punctuated a sentence with a nod in your direction. “You will do nothing of the sort,” Loki snapped in English.

“Loki.” Exasperation dripped from Thor’s tone, mingling with the kind of joy that came from lecturing a younger sibling. He folded his arms and shot Loki a smarmy do-as-I-say glare. ”This is only going to end in disaster.”

Loki’s jaw snapped shut with a click. His pinched expression seemed to push Thor to hysterics. Thor goaded him on, wagging a callused finger; Loki’s hand fisted at his side as he moved to strangle his brother.

They must have been terrible pests on Asgard.

In English, Thor continued: “I have never been happier that you were adopted. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You’re preening. ”

Loki crossed the gym in a few long strides, a veritable storm cloud brewing over his head. The air crackled, ozone heavy in the air; the difference in pressure caused the open changing room door to slam shut, as if a draft had kicked up. Tony hopped to his feet, pointing between the two brothers. “Nuh uh. You guys take it outside. I am filled with too much scrap metal for you two to be throwing thunderstorms around inside. Again. ”

Loki grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck. Thor stumbled, still laughing, and tucked his shoulder into Loki’s chest as if to throw him over it. Loki hissed something unintelligible - Tony hollered something unrepeatable - and then the two brothers blinked out of sight in a flash of bright green.

You ran into them in the lobby on your way back from the corner store that evening. Both of them were soaking wet, their plainclothes plastered to their skin. Loki brushed by you with a stormy expression, anger rolling off of him in palpable waves; Thor followed a few feet behind, decidedly more jovial. Loki called over his shoulder: “do not say anything, Thor. I’m handling this.”

They left a trail of rainwater in their wake, their shoes squeaking across the marble floor. Thor clapped you on the shoulder as you passed and, through the widest grin you’d ever seen, said: “my darling friend – make sure you use protection.”

A flash of green sizzled across Thor’s knuckles; he yanked his hand away with a shout, raising his hand to examine a line of fresh, pink welts. Loki hissed at him; Thor cast you a sideways look, then winked. To his brother, he called: “I am always right, am I not?”

Loki snapped his fingers, calling Thor to attention like a master might call their dog to heel. Except Thor was the oldest, and had a petty streak longer than the continental United States, and his younger brother’s displeasure clearly brought him unbridled joy, so Thor slung one arm around your shoulder and gave you a squeeze, rubbing his prickly cheek against yours for good measure.

You squirmed under his arm. “Is this another Asgardian thing?”

Thor answered “no” at the same time that Loki answered “yes”.

Loki stormed back to your side and wrenched his brother away, speaking in a low tone. Fixing his brother with a scathing stare, Loki rubbed his thumb over your jaw, then rode his hand down the curve of your neck to sit on your shoulder, as if to wipe the physical evidence of his brother’s touch from your skin. 

Thor sidled up behind Loki and scrubbed a hand over your cheek; Loki, hackles raised, elbowed his brother in the side, setting off a chain reaction of flying fists and snapping teeth. 

Your groceries were definitely melting. “I’m gonna go. Uh, Loki, you can… You can come upstairs when you’re… done…”

Loki, who was trapped in a headlock by his older brother, nodded jerkily to you. “Of course, dear– Thor. You foul–” 

You watched as your boyfriend transformed into a glossy black snake. He fell to the marble with a sad, wet slap and played dead, lolled tongue and all.

Luckily, your ice cream was mostly salvageable.

The shower was hot. Maybe a bit too hot. Steam cloyed, clouding your periphery and leaving you feeling flushed. You contemplated switching the tap a half an inch toward to the right, but then you risked overshooting and being too cold. 

“I’m being called away,” Loki said by way of greeting. He was still a bit damp; his hair had just begun to curl around the ends. The steam, its attention caught by the open door, billowed around him on its escape path. “I was going to tell you earlier, but my brother had other plans.”

“Oh, that’s not fair. Close the door, please?”

“Right. Sorry.” The door slipped shut with a click. Loki hoisted himself onto your bathroom counter, his hands clasped loosely between his knees while he watched you rinse the last suds from your legs. “Believe me, darling, I don’t want to leave you, but it seems that Fury wants my head on a stake.”

“Thor, too. What was that about?”

Loki waved a hand. “Brotherly taunts. Now would you hurry up? I want to ravish you before I’m a decrepit, thank you very much.”

“Give me a minute.” You turned your back to him for a better angle under the shower head. You heard the shower door slide open – you assumed so that Loki could ogle you properly – then startled when his shadow crossed over you.

“Loki!” You shrieked, cringing when wet cotton slid over your belly as he wound his arms around your waist. “You’re fully dressed! You can’t– bad! Naughty!”

“I was already wet. Now I’m warm and wet.” He tsked, rubbing his cheek against the curve of your shoulder with an arrogance only a prince could muster. “I just couldn’t resist.”

“You’re going to regret this.”

“Truthfully, pet, I don’t think I’ve ever felt less remorse in my life.” His wet fingers fumbled with the top button on his shirt. The plastic was slippery and the buttons small, so it took more than a few tries to get the first one out; by the time he had wrenched the third free, he was cursing. “Ok,” he said around a laugh. “Maybe I’m a little remorseful. But this is your fault, let it be known.”

“My fault?”

“Yes.” Two more buttons down. Loki growled, then tore the rest of them out with a firm jerk of the button placket. They scattered, bouncing off the tile with tiny sounds, and Loki struggled to pull the sleeves off his skin. “You’re so beguiling. I’m– I can hardly tear myself away.” He threw the shirt through the open shower doors, then considered his trousers. “Oh, nevermind.” With a flick of his wrist, the last of his clothing melted away. “Why do I even bother, honestly?”

You tipped your head back against the shower wall and hummed, enjoying the simple pleasure of Loki’s nearness. He was a vision under the spray, dark hair plastered and curling over pale skin and pink lips parted, glossy with water. When his fingers crept over your hip to tease the skin under your ribs, your chest soared, the hollow space between your lungs aching ice cold. 

(You loved him). 

(You promised yourself you would tell him when he returned from whatever mission Fury had assigned, come hell or high water - and you almost believed it.)

When you opened your eyes, you found Loki to be looking at you with the most peculiar hunger. “What?”

“I can’t look at you?”

“I wouldn’t call that ‘looking’. I would say you’re eating me with your eyes.” You rolled your shoulders, then reached around him for the tap. “I’m starting to feel a bit dizzy. Let’s dry off and you can tell me all about why Fury is taking you away from me.”

“You mean you let me suffer through that whole ordeal for naught?”

“I didn’t ask you to climb in here fully clothed. Now– chop chop, loverboy. You’re closest to the towels.”

He left in the early morning. It seemed to take a great deal of physical effort for him to extricate himself from your bed, even greater than it did on Sunday. By the time he had slipped into his last piece of armour, his breath was short and tense, and his mouth turned down in a harsh curve.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? You don’t seem yourself.”

“I’m fine. Just don’t… Just wait for me, okay?”

You were a couple seconds behind, your brain still heavy with the early hour. “What do you mean, honey?”

Loki shook his head. He leaned his weight on the edge of the bed and curled over you, pressing a dry kiss to your cheek. “Don’t worry yourself. Go back to bed.”

“I can help–”

“I have it all under control. I’ll be back in a few days.” He said the last part like he was trying to convince himself more than he was you.

Only three days later and you were going a little stir-crazy. Maybe whatever clinginess-disease he had had rubbed off on you.

You couldn’t take it anymore – you missed your boyfriend. He had been scheduled to return that morning but another impromptu snowstorm had pushed his arrival back by a day, leaving you with an empty afternoon to putter. But once your laundry was done and your shower scrubbed, there wasn’t much left to do besides twiddle your thumbs and marathon episodes of Forensic Files. 

You took the elevator to his floor and let yourself in with a spare key. Your shoulders dropped, an unregistered tension draining as you breathed in the familiar smell of Loki’s cologne and lavender incense. There was a certain comfort in the menial reminders of him – his shoes by the door, his coat on the rack. You tossed your keys on the kitchen counter. “So much for man-eating wolves.”

You half expected his fridge to be barren, considering how much time he had spent over the last week in your apartment, but you were pleasantly surprised to find it well stocked – too well stocked. Whatever occasion he was preparing for was unknown to you, but he seemed to be anticipating an apocalypse or city-wide shortage of seasonal fruits and vegetables. You helped yourself to some from a pre-cut container and shuffled toward his bedroom to take a nap.

You stopped dead in your tracks under the threshold.

“You are the pillow thief.”

Fabric was draped languorously from every surface - a stack of quilts over his desk chair, pillowcases folded neatly on his dresser. The curtains were drawn tightly, two or three panels layered on top of each other to block out as much natural light as possible. He appeared to have gathered every pillow in his apartment - and a few of yours - and piled them in a semi-circle against the headboard. A few had fallen to the wayside, at the foot of the bed or scattered across the carpet, and a great spread of throw blankets was draped across the comforter. You could just make out the corner of one of your t-shirts peeking out from his pillows.

There was a decidedly two person-sized divot in the centre of it all, like you were meant to burrow in together.

“What have you been up to, my darling boy?”

You crawled across the covers and peeled them back, layer by layer. More of your shirts tumbled out, as well as a hoodie and a cashmere scarf. It was bewildering to say the least, but not entirely out of the norm for Loki. (He once spent two weeks meticulously replacing all of your cutlery with a mismatched charity shop set, so what was a little blanket theft, really?) You just couldn’t quite put your finger on why he had chosen this prank, nor why he would bother to build a veritable nest out of his spoils.

Tired and more than a little giggly, you tucked yourself between two comforters and curled up on your side. You’d have to ask him when he got home.

(In his defense, it was really comfy).

You blinked awake to the sound of your phone vibrating. It took you a moment to find it among the layers of blankets and pillows but eventually you wrenched it free and swiped accept. “Hello?”

Loki’s voice carried through the little speaker. “Where are you? You’re not in your apartment.”

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. “That’s because I’m in yours.”

There was a long, drawn out silence. Then, “you’re what?”

“I’m in your apartment. Which– you have so much explaining to do.” You pushed yourself out of his bed. Through the phone, you heard FRIDAY greet him and a familiar jingle when Loki punched the button for his floor. 

“I… You weren’t supposed to see that.”

You laughed. You could hear him struggling to find his keys, his anxiety palpable even through the phone. “Loki, was this some sort of prank to keep me from refusing to sleep over?”

“No, it…” His keys ground in the lock. “It was…”

You pulled the door open for him. He blinked owlishly at you, his phone pinched between his shoulder and his cheek.

“Hi,” you said, and your voice echoed through his phone.

He ended the call. “Hi.”

The two of you walked together, Loki on tentative feet while you guided him, pulling on one of his harness straps until you were through the threshold. His bag slid from his shoulder with a thud; he was still wearing his armour, which you smoothed your fingers under and began to unclasp piece by piece, setting it on the table by the door.

“Loki,” you glanced up at him through your eyelashes. “Do you want to explain the nest in your bedroom?”

His shoulders tensed. “Thor, you bastard.”

You worked one of his leather straps free, tossing it aside. “What?”

“Just - ignore this,” he said. “Go back to your apartment. I have to go kill my brother, and then burn everything I own, and then maybe I’ll be able to scrounge up the dignity to see you before sunrise.”

He made an aborted movement to turn out from your arms, but you reached out with your mind and slid the deadbolt in place before he could slip through the door. “Nuh uh. What does Thor have to do with this? Is this about your fight? I haven’t spoken to him since I ran into you two in the hall.”

“Wait.” It was your turn to face Loki’s ire, it seemed, because he whirled on you, his finger raised accusingly. “How did you know about the nesting then?”

“I was joking.” You pulled the final knife sheath free, leaving him in his leather breastplate and heavy wool trousers. “I mean, you piled all of our collective pillows into a queen-sized bed. Do you mean to tell me you’re actually nesting? Is this another Asgardian courtship thing I should know about?”

“I-” Loki looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up whole. A familiar curl of self-consciousness had begun to spoil his expression. He turned his cheek and spit out a curse. “Nevermind.”

“Loki, please.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Fine,” you huffed. “If you tell me your secret, I’ll tell you one in return.”

If there was one thing Loki loved more than self-pity, it was being let in on a secret. His eyes bolted up from glaring a hole into the hardwood to catch yours, assessing your deal. “Do not make bets you cannot pay, darling.” 

“I already have the perfect secret picked out. Explain.”

He watched you for a long time. Eventually, with a very careful, measured tone, he opened his mouth to speak. “I’ve never… Oh, this is humiliating.” Loki scrubbed his hand through his hair. “Asgardians know very little about Jotun customs. It’s… We didn’t have much need to study them, outside of battle. But it’s common knowledge that frost giants… mate for life. They pick someone to bond with and when they’re serious… In the spring… ”

 “Loki,” you cooed. “Humor me.”

He groaned and slunk to his knees before you. His forehead pressed against your hip while both his hands curled around your calves to steady himself. He mumbled something unintelligible against your leg.

You ran your fingers through his hair. “What was that?”

Loki sighed. “When they find a suitable mate they try... I’m… My biology is trying to entice you to tie yourself to me. Forever.”

“So the nesting thing? And the um… the clinginess?”

He toyed with the edge of your t-shirt. “Yes. I… I get quite upset when you don’t respond favorably to my… advances .”

“I picked up on that. Wait,” you pinched the meat of his bicep. “Is this why you’re getting bigger?”

“It appears that my glamours are failing, yes.”

“So what you’re telling me is that you’re growing in some new plumage to woo me with?” You trailed your finger along a featherlight path over his jaw. Lowering your voice, you couldn’t help but tease him a little. “Are you going to sing for me next?”

A scowl twisted his expression into something mean. “You forget who you’re speaking to, mortal.”

His tone did nothing to dissuade you. So rarely were you the one with the power to tease and you intended to take advantage. “Anything else I should know?”

“Well, if I’m already speaking candidly…” It came out bitingly, Loki’s voice laced with a burning mix of self-deprecation and frustration. “I can hardly think about anything else other than bending you over every available piece of furniture and fucking you until one of us passes out.”

“Loki,” you warned as his fingers wormed their way under the waistband of your pants. “We’re finishing this conversation.”

“Later, darling.” He pushed them down an inch and pressed his mouth to your hip. “Let us at least enjoy my biology for a little while.”

“Loki.” The air crackled, seidr whispering across your skin where the two of you connected as he considered testing your resolve. You felt the phantom impression of hands around your wrists, which you shook off with a glare. “Down.”

His lip curled in displeasure but he obeyed, sitting back on his heels. “It’s infuriating. Let’s just pretend it’s not happening.”

You joined him on the floor, drawing your knees up to your chest. “What does it mean to… ‘mate’?”

Loki’s shoulders rounded and bowed; he tilted his face away from you, hiding his expression behind a wall of thick, black hair. “You just… are. You’re partners for life. A family. I’m not sure there are words in any mortal language to explain the breadth of it.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “It seems my biology has decided that you’re a good match for… that.”

“Loki…”

“I love you.” He said it so plainly, as if he was commenting on the weather. Your heartbeat turned hot and dizzy as you watched his long fingers trace the floorboard, his words rattling around in the space between your ears – I love you, I love you, I love– “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re wearing my ring, and my knives, and my clothes. You smell like me–”

“Wait–”

“I built you a nest. I’m not human. Your priorities are in desperate need of reassessment if that’s the part you’re uncomfortable with.” Loki rolled his eyes, that bit of familiar petulance peeking through his foul mood. “Anyway. It makes sense that my body would choose you. That I would… would want to convince you...”

“You know you don’t have to convince me.”

Loki picked at a knot in the wood, a loathsome smile curling the corners of his mouth. “Oh, but I do.”

You couldn’t bear the distance any longer; you crawled the last couple of feet to wrap your arms around his chest. He tipped into you, pressing his cheek against your shoulder and drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. Yet, despite his pain, a part of you sang as you stroked a line down his cheek. You were loved and in love – what greater joy was there than that?

Not for the first time in your relationship, guilt welled up in your chest. Being in love with Loki felt a little like learning a new language; he was so capricious, so aloof, that you sometimes felt like you were left out of a joke when he teased you, or flirted, or sidled up to touch you. It often wasn’t until afterward that you became aware of the fact that he was being sincere, that his teasing was earnestness wrapped up in a barbed tongue. 

His fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt. You might not have always understood his advances, but you would try to. For him, you would always try.

“Is there some sort of ritual involved? Do I have to cover myself in runes or something?”

He shook his head against your chest. “I think it just… happens. I’m not sure. There are very few intricacies about frost giant habits with which I’m familiar. But based on how my body is responding, I would assume it boils down to ravishing you on every surface available to me.”

You hummed. “And what will happen if we ignore it?”

Loki, turned mute by anxiety, drew a line down your arm with his knuckle. Finally, he mumbled, “I’ll be fine. I’ll just be very… sad. For the next few days.”

“Sad?”

“I know logically that you’re not, but it feels… Like you’re rejecting me.” 

“And how do you want me to respond?”

He sneered again and ducked his head, dragging a hand over his face frustratedly. “I want you to bare your throat to me.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up inside of you. “What?”

The glare Loki shot you was bitterly cold. “Do not pretend that you misheard me.”

“No, no, Loki,” you reached out and twined your fingers together. “I mean, surely there’s more than that, right? You want me to do the same things for you? To- to nest? I’m not going to hunt a stag or something for you but I can definitely, like, go to the butcher and get you a prize cut.”

Loki shook his head. “I just want you to accept. To accept me .”

“And the throat…?”

“I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You ran your finger along the edge of your t-shirt, where it sat snugly against your collarbone, and watched his pupils dilate. Wordlessly you tugged on his hand, drawing it up to your neck, and placed it there loosely. “That’s it?”

His hand tightened, fingernails catching ever so gently against your skin. “You heard the part where I said that frost giants mate for life, yes?”

You nodded. “Mhmm.”

As if possessed, Loki leaned forward to nose at your pulse point. “So you understand that this… this is forever.”

“And ever and ever?”

“Brat.” His teeth scraped across your skin. “I’ve grown tired of this one-sided vulnerability. I believe you promised me a secret, pet.”

“I did.” You took a deep breath. “I love you, too.”

His fingers stilled around your throat. He seemed to not even breathe as he considered your confession. With a calculated effort, Loki peeled his hands off your neck and his voice, deep and rumbling with restraint, cut through the silence. “You should run.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Unless you want me to fuck you here on this cold, hard floor, I suggest that you run back to that pretty little nest I made you.”

A hot flush washed over you, starting in your cheeks and pooling in the pit of your belly. Loki leaned forward and sweetly kissed your collarbone, then reached up and tore your t-shirt down the middle.

“Loki!”

He smiled against your cheek. “I wasn’t joking, my love.” He sat back on his haunches and folded his hands in his lap, his gaze simmering with something molten hot. Though he moved slowly, projecting a characteristic aloofness, you could see the tendons in his neck straining as he worked against instinct to hold still. He grinned, all teeth, and jerked his chin toward his bedroom. “Run.”

You scrambled to your feet. The hardwood was slippery under your socks. You took a couple tentative steps backwards, watching the way Loki’s eyes raked over you like a butcher pulled pork. Your skin buzzed under his gaze as if you were standing under a powerline, electrified by a well of energy crackling overhead. 

His control was crumbling by the second. The faucet was leaking– Tony had promised he’d have someone over within the week to fix it – and the water beading on its edge began to sizzle and pop, blinking out of existence in green bursts. The microwave display went black as Loki’s seidr overwhelmed the kitchen’s circuit breaker; the hum of the refrigerator died with it, plunging the room into an unnatural silence, so heavy that you could hear your own breath catching in your chest. Loki shifted his weight to his knees.

Your heart thrilled.

You broke in unison; you started to run at the same time that Loki sprang to his feet. A laugh bubbled up out of your chest; you reached out with your mind and swept the cushions off the couch, pelting Loki with them before he could reach you. He swore, and a tongue of emerald light crackled at your ankles, nearly tripping you. You stumbled but managed to make it over the threshold of his bedroom door. Something collided heavily with the wall behind you, followed by the sound of debris coming loose and littering the floor.

You landed with a bounce in the center of the bed, sending a cascade of pillows tumbling to the ground. Loki appeared moments later, breathing heavily and bracketing the door with his arms. He must have tripped during the chase; dust and bits of drywall covered his left arm. His irises had disappeared, carved to mere slivers by his blown pupils. Your breath caught in your chest when you noticed the line of his cock, hard and wanting, straining against his pants.

You shrugged out of your ruined shirt while Loki stalked across the small bedroom, still dressed for battle. He swatted a discarded pillow out of the air when you used your powers to raise it, then shredded another one in an eruption of light and feathers when you tried to catch him from behind. A low purr rumbled through him, melting into the hum of his seidr as it thrummed through the air.

Sensing he would tear through every scrap of fabric you managed to throw up between yourselves, you yielded slowly, tipping your chin back, drawing his attention to your throat.

Loki’s body hit the bed with a muffled thump. He crawled up the length of you on shaky limbs, pressing a grateful, sloppy kiss to your mouth before moving down to your pulse point. Burying his face there, Loki dropped his full weight on top of you. “You really should not indulge me. I might never let you leave.”

“I’ve always been terrible at saying no to you.”

He laved at a spot on your neck. His hips pinned yours against the mattress, shifting against you aimlessly as his arousal heightened. Experimentally, you pressed your leg into him; a groan tumbled from his mouth before he closed one hand around your thigh and rutted up a little more purposefully. “Love. My little love.”

Loki pushed up to his knees and pulled on the strap holding his breastplate in place. You sat up on one elbow and pinched your bra clasp with the other hand. It had only just come undone when Loki worked his hands under the band and tugged it off of you roughly. You tsked in retaliation, then pulled his armour over his head. Just as soon as it hit the floor, Loki was crawling backwards, sliding his hands down your thighs with a heavy reverence.

Your pyjama pants joined the scattered mix of armour and plainclothes on the floor. Now that you were completely bare, Loki slunk up to admire you, leaving a wet trail of kisses over your body until he reached the thin skin over your pulse. One of his hands pushed your knees apart to draw featherlight circles across your inner thighs. 

You tugged on his hair, trying to convince him to lean up and kiss you properly. Loki grumbled but did not concede; his left hand slipped from between your legs and took your wrist, jamming it against the headboard before returning to run circles around your clit. When you pulled, you found your arm immobilized; a tangle of green light pinned it in place above your head.

“Rude,” you gasped. Loki smiled against your neck, dragging his chin through a trail of his own spit.

“Evil,” he agreed.

“Can you at least- at least take your pants off?”

The air shifted; when you glanced down, you were pleased to find that Loki had magically done away with the rest of his clothing, giving you an unobstructed view of his lithe body. You hummed, satisfied, and slid your free hand down his back to palm his ass.

Loki lazily drew his middle two fingers up and down your slit, toying with you in a display of casual dominance. Occasionally he would dip into you, pressing only far enough to leave you wanting before retreating to trace an intricate pattern of knots between your thighs. Despite the hard weight of him, nestled in the cradle of your hips and burning hot with desire, he seemed determined to take his time tangling with you. You rocked your hips, seeking some sort of pressure or friction, and were met with a haughty grin against your breast instead.

You babbled. You begged. The fingers between your thighs patronized you, pressing but never breaching, circling but never stroking. 

Finally, though you suspected it was due to his own neediness and not the way you were pleading, he raised his head to kiss you, sliding his tongue, hot and possessive, over yours. Between the teasing pressure at your cunt and the burning weight of his cock against your hip, a desperation paced in the space between your ribs that left you aching, left you wanting. You tugged a little more firmly at your restraint. When that didn’t budge, you worked your free hand under him to run your fingers up and down the underside of his cock.

The bedside lamp buzzed and flared. Loki nipped at your bottom lip. “I’ll take away your other hand if I have to.”

And yet, despite his warning, Loki slid his fingers inside of you, a little deeper, curling slightly, and pressed at that soft spot you needed him to touch. A smug curl of delight rose in your belly, that you could make him so docile with a touch. You closed your hand around his cock and pumped him slowly, testing your sway. 

“Pet,” he pleaded. “Just let me take my time with you.”

You bit back a sigh when he sat up, blinking wide cow-eyes down at you with an expression bordering on insecurity. “Please, Loki. My love.”

He choked out a whine. His eyes shut tightly for a heartbeat, eyebrows creased deeply in the middle. Your hand slipped free from the headboard – victory – but before you could really enjoy your freedom, Loki flipped you over on all fours.

“If all it took to domesticate you was a four letter word, I would have said something sooner.” One of his hands came down in a warning tap against the side of your thigh. You gasped out a laugh, turning your cheek to catch a glimpse of him. His fingers were splayed over his eyes, partially obscured by his wild hair, and his mouth had turned up in a grin, his usual cool demeanour betrayed by a giddy kind of anticipation. You pressed back against him. “Is this the part where you fuck me?”

He tugged you upwards, manhandling you onto your knees in front of him. You felt his chest mould to your back as he shuffled closer to slot his cock between your thighs, tauntingly, sliding through slick, heated skin, his cockhead bumping against your clit with every pass when his hips met the plush of your ass. “Oh, I’m not going to fuck you, darling.” 

You reached between your legs to guide him inside you, but Loki snatched your hand by the wrist and held it there, so his cock glided just along your fingertips, occasionally catching at your entrance only to pull away at the last second.

“I’m going to lay claim to you. I’m going to breed you,” he panted against the shell of your ear. Your thighs clenched tight when Loki pressed the heel of your hand against the lip of your mound, applying pressure to your aching clit. “I’m going to ply you until you are limp and then I’m going to fill you until you are dripping, understand? I’m going to mark you so thoroughly that you will never be rid of me.”

He pressed even harder, rolling your hand by the wrist. His eyelashes brushed the heated skin of your cheek as he pressed his face to yours, drinking in the closeness of your body. “And when all is said and we’re sated, I’ll make love to you. And that’s a promise.”

Your eyes squeezed shut. You whimpered, your back arching into him while he worked you higher and higher. Loki murmured praise against your skin. “Okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

He smiled against your shoulder. “Excellent.”

One of his arms hooked under your breasts, holding you up and flush against his chest. The other tilted your hips back, so you were nearly sat in his lap.

“Can you…” Loki huffed out a laugh against your skin. In a small voice he asked, “Tell me you love me again?”

There was no universe where you could deny him that. “I love you. Loki, I love you. Loki–”

Your eyes squeezed shut as he fed you his cock, inch by delicious inch, until you were fully seated against him. He swore, then growled out another stuttering laugh. A hot breath washed over the shell of your ear as he tucked his chin against your shoulder, and an experimental roll of his hips had you jolting in his arms, your toes curling when he slid over that spongy, sensitive spot inside of you.

“God,” you gasped.

He hummed in agreement, slipping his free hand between your legs to apply a firm pressure to your clit. His head rolled against your shoulder as he started a slow, teasing pace. “Pretty thing,” he cooed.

You felt his eyebrows furrow against your back. His mouth dropped open, panting hot air across your shoulder blades. Your hands shook, fisting in the bedsheets; you felt tears well behind your eyes as sensations overwhelmed you, a bit of pleasure and a bit of pain. You choked out a moan, a gasp, his name cut short.

“Loki. Please. I can’t.”

“You can,” he said against your shoulder. The hand between your legs grew a little desperate, sliding in tight circles while the rest of him worked you at his mercy up and down his cock. “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you? My pretty little mate,” he continued. “You are, I know you are. You’re going to come for me, and then you’re going to take what I have to give you. You’re going to let your mate fill that little cunt of yours and you’re going to be grateful, hmm?”

You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut. You were teetering on the edge of a knife, a knot in your belly drawn tight but threatening to unravel at any moment. A gasp tore from your chest when Loki changed angles, pulling you down with more force while leveraging his body weight to thrust into your harder. Your head tipped back onto his shoulder and you squealed, one hand flying behind you to anchor yourself against his hip.

“Yes,” Loki gasped. “Yes, that’s it darling.”

Relief washed over you for a heartbeat, a small coil shattered as Loki worked himself into you. You rocked back against him, writhing in his iron grip. The pressure on your clit eased away for a moment before doubling down, his middle two fingers burning molten pleasure in their wake as seidr sparked over your skin from his fingertips. Chasing relief in your body, he mouthed at your shoulder a little mindlessly. Your name tumbled from his lips, a plea, for what you weren’t sure.

Small sounds were punched out of your chest with every thrust, growing in volume as he went on and your body buzzed with overstimulation.

“Please,” you begged. One of your hands curled around his forearm, gripping him tightly, while the other fisted in one of the long-forgotten pillows. “Please. Please, Loki.”

Your legs clamped shut when your orgasm finally crested. Loki swore, tumbling, stuttering to his own edge before plummeting; he tugged you down and held you there, spilling inside you with a shaky groan.

Finally, he lifted you off his lap and slid out of you. You tried to turn over in his arms, but he tipped the two of you onto your sides and held you in an iron grip against his chest. He mumbled something foreign in your ear, intercut by the occasional sigh or a press of his mouth to your sweat-slick skin.

You tried again to turn around but Loki held you still. “Give me a minute,” he panted.

You squirmed. “But I want to kiss you.”

Loki leaned over your shoulder and kissed you, his eyes squeezed shut. Hardly satisfied, you tried to hold him in place, but your exhausted limbs were no match for him; he slunk back out of sight only a moment later.

“Loki,” you whined. His arms tightened.

“I’m not… myself right now.”

Slowly, you rolled over in his arms to face him and soothed your hands up his chest. An attractive flush coloured his pale skin, spreading from the top of his stomach to the highest points of his cheeks. You picked a flake of drywall out of his hair. 

His eyes were downcast, shuttered and turned away so you couldn’t see into them. “I don’t want to frighten you,” he mumbled.

You tilted his face up; his eyes had changed, the irises gone red. They weren’t quite gemstones, or cherries, or robins or cardinals. The same red as poppies, maybe. Startling against his pale skin, framed by thick, dark lashes, but so deeply endearing, swimming with emotion as they flickered back and forth over your face.

You must have been quiet too long; Loki huffed and buried his face in his pillow.

“No, wait,” you said. “Come back. Let me look at you.”

“No. I can’t bear it.”

“Stop being dramatic. Let me look at my pretty boyfriend.”

“Your pretty boyfriend is out of commission, I’m afraid.” His voice was muffled. He patted the bed until he found the comforter, which he then pulled over his head petulantly. “He can’t seem to control himself right now. He’ll come out later.”

You wormed your hands under the blanket and pulled it back from his face. Loki sighed and peered up at you from behind his pillow, his eyes barely open to slits to glare at you. You pushed a curl off his forehead, followed by a dry kiss to his cheek. “You know your eyes change colour all the time, right?”

“But the green is handsome. Intimidating,” he grumbled. “This is…”

“Gorgeous.”

“Horrifying,” he countered.

You pouted. “That’s my mate you’re talking about.”

That seemed to break the spell he’d fallen under. You felt the gentle brush of his fingers first, then the smooth slide of his hand down your side to hook around your hip. He drew you into his chest so he could press a sweet kiss to your shoulder. “Hi.”

You returned his smile. “Hi.”

“You’re really not afraid?”

You pushed a stray pillow off the bed, trying and failing to extricate one of the blankets to drape over your bodies. Loki had been right about one thing - it was freakishly cold this week, and the chill was beginning to needle your sweat-damp skin unpleasantly. “Honestly, I’m more worried about the food in your freezer going bad. You blew a fuse in there.”

“Midgardians. You have no sense of self-preservation.” Loki reached out to help tuck you in. 

“Mhm… Coming from the guy whose favourite schtick is ‘pretend to grovel until you think up a better plan’.”

“That is, by definition, self-preserving.”

“Whatever. You blew a fuse. And maybe fixed the leak?”

“I also punched a hole through the wall.”

“Tony is gonna be so mad at you.” You scraped your fingernails across Loki’s scalp, drawing a deep rumble from his chest. “Ok, five more minutes and then we need to get cleaned up.”

“I think you’re mistaken, pet. We’re not leaving this bed for the rest of the week.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not risking a UTI for that.”

Loki groaned. He pulled his mouth from your neck just long enough to kiss you. “Fine. Shower?”

“Yes, but we’re just showering. I don’t want to get waterboarded like last time.”

“Of course, darling. Not in the shower.” He kissed you again, slowly this time, coaxing your lips apart with a thumb on your jaw. When he finally pulled away it was with a hiss and a sticky, wet sound. “Although I do intend to bend you over the sink so you can watch yourself fall apart first.”

“Oh?”

His red eyes found yours. They narrowed, sparkling with mirth, as he gathered you up in his arms. “Tell me again,” he purred, “how much you love me. I might just have mercy.”

You did.

He didn’t.

Not that you minded.

[ravenromanova]

Under the stars

Pairings: Tfws Bucky x Female reader (reader is steve’s sister)

Warnings: Mentions of death, Minor violence, Smut 18+!!!!, Daddy kink, Breeding kink, Dom Bucky, Sub reader, Spanking. Angst, Fluff

Summary: It’s been 3 years since you and Bucky broke up and now you’re attending a party for Sam aka The man taking up your brothers mantle. Bucky attends the same party since he’s his partner and when he sees you he decides to say something. What happens when you see and talk to the man who broke your heart again.

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You step out of the black S.U.V with the help of your driver and bodyguard Mason. He takes your hand as you step out in your black stilettos and strapless red dress. You look over at him as he shuts the door and he gives you a reassuring nod. Sucking in a deep breath and swallowing your nerves you take his hand and walk into the party.

The bright lights and loud crowd are enough to make you wanna throw up. In all reality the only reason you’re here is because Sam begged you to come. And you also felt obligated to come since he is taking up your late brothers mantle as Captain America. You look around the room in attempt to either find Sam or the bar. Luckily for you, you saw the bar first.

“I’m gonna head to the bar you stay here and I’ll find you if i need you okay?” You told Mason and let go of his hand ans he gives you a soft smile and nod.

You saunter over to the bar and as the very handsome bartender for a vodka cranberry. Only a few seconds later he’s handing it to you. Thanking the man and handing him $10 you take your drink and so stand at a high top table. You look around the room and take in the memorabilia of your brother.

You sigh as you see pictures of him and you in the war, smile at the pictures of him and the other avengers. Deciding that you wanna go look around you walk over to what looks like another exhibit. There’s pictures of Steve and you as children, There’s a statue of him that makes you tear up a little. About fifteen minutes go by and you see a collage of him and Bucky. The breath hitches in your throat you you decided that you needed some air.

You push past the sea of people before you finally get to the balcony. You go and hide in a corner where you know no one can see you. All the feelings you’ve pushed down for three years are starting to come up. Losing Your brother, Nat and Tony, You’re breakup with Bucky, Your trauma you’ve left untreated. It’s all too much for you and you sit against the wall.

Time feels like it goes by extremely slow as you look up at the stars. You mutter an ‘i miss you guys’ to the stars before standing up and making your way back inside.

~Inside from Buckys perspective~

Bucky sees you the moment you walk inside the party. Sam had told him that he had invited you tonight in the midst of conversation. Bucky had tried to not give away the face that he was excited to see you again. It had been a little over three years since he told you he needed a break and then left without another word.

He didn’t mean for it to happen like it did but the pain of losing three of his friends mixed with him still dealing with his demons from HYDRA, he no longer thought he was good enough for you. So he did what he does best and ran. Bucky quickly regretted that and was soon the most miserable man on the planet.

Him and Sam were fighting more since Bucky was being careless on mission and being a dick more too. He also developed a drinking habit even though he couldn’t get drunk. Sam had told him after a talk you two had that you didn’t wanna hear about or talk to Bucky. So he told Bucky not to contact you anymore after he had called you like ten times, his heart broke but he agreed.

He missed you like crazy and when Sam had told him you were coming he knew this was fate giving him one more chance. And he sure as hell wasnt gonna let it just slip by. So naturally when he saw you walk in with the red dress he loved so much he knew the stars her aligned for the night.

He watched as you walked in with some man and he immediately tensed up. When he saw you leave the man and go to the bar he was gonna make his move til he saw you walk over to the exhibit, He knew you should be alone so he waited. Bucky didn’t want to upset you further when he saw you walk out. He waited til you came back inside.

~Back inside your perspective~

You walked back inside and got another drink before trying to find either Sam or Mason. Unfortunately for you they were nowhere to be found. You huffed and tried to text Mason but got no response. You just decided to stand at a table and just people watch. Everyone around you was dressed to the nines and you felt a little out of place but you reminded yourself of why you were there.

The thoughts that plagued your mind were soon cut off when you smelt a very familiar cologne followed by an even more familiar voice. ”Hello Doll” He says from behind you. “It’s been a while” You hear as you turn to face him and your breath hitches.

It makes you a few moments to take him in before speaking. He’s wearing all all black suit, with his hair tied off into a low bun at the base of his neck. He has his metal hand out and showing it proudly and not covered with a glove and he looks damn good.

“Hi James” You finally say after an ungodly amount of time. He smiles and walks to the other side of the table across from you.

“You look good”He smiles softly “I didn’t expect to see you here” He lies as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

“Well i could say the same” Your reply is a little shorter sounding than you’d like but you cant help but feel a plethora of emotions as he’s in front of you.

“Well Sam and i are partners so i came to show my support as his partner and friend along with Steves old partner” Bucky replies and you wince at the mention of your brother but are happy that Bucky and Sam are getting along.

“Well im glad you’re doing something good for yourself and other people. I’m proud of you” Your response catches the both of you off guard and you try to play it off. “I came because Sam begged and i figured i should be here to honor steve a little” Out of instinct Bucky grabs your hand and rubs this thumb over your knuckles. You take comfort in the moment before your heart breaks all over again remembering your last conversation.

Bucky had just gotten home from a week long mission and he did not look okay. You tried to talk t him when he walked into your shared apartment but he ignored you. You huffed and followed him into your bedroom and sawn him packing.

“You have another mission so soon?” You asked as you titled your head and saw he was packing more than just stuff for a mission. Bucky ignored your question and continued packing.

“Bucky? i asked you a question” Concern was dripping off of your words as you reach for his arm. He rips his arm away from you and faces you.

“I need a break” Is all Bucky says before he takes the two duffel bags, Leaves his keys on the bed and walks out without another word. That night you waited for him to come home but he never did. Then a week later Sam tells you that Bucky is at his house.

And that was the last time either of you spoke to each other until now. You snap out of your thoughts and pull your hand away from his and go to walk away not being able to handle this.

Bucky follows you out when you walk to the balcony again. You press your back against a wall and run a hand through your hair as you try to holdback tears. He comes up to and places his left hand on your shoulder and you jump from the touch of the cool metal. You back away from him as tears start to fall.

“Go away James- i cant do this” The words come out softer than you expected.

He sighs and his heads hangs low. “i-im sorry y/n when i saw you walk in tonight and i just had to talk to you and tell you how sorry i am for how i left” Bucky doesn’t meet your gaze and just stares at his feet as he talks.

“Just don’t okay? because if you were actually sorry you would’ve have left me James” You say as you scoff in disbelief at him and just look up at the stars instead of at him. He comes closer to you and puts his hand on your back for comfort.

“I’m sorry y/n i fucked up big time. And i didn’t realize it til it was too late. But i wanna fix this. us” He point to the each of you with a pleading look in his eyes.

You sigh and grip the railing before looking at him. As you face him he lifts his head and meets your gaze. His eyes are filled with pain and regret and you can see that very clearly.

“James i- i dont know” Your voice faltered as you spoke. “You broke me. It took me months to be able to talk to anyone or just be a person again. Don’t get me wrong yes i miss you. But i cant trust you” Bucky just looks at you and takes your hand in his without saying anything.

“Please dol- y/n please let me make it up to you. Let me love you properly this time. I know i fucked up i was a coward, i convinced myself i wasnt good enough for you so i did what i thought was best and left- im so fucking sorry y/n please” Bucky pleads as he puts hi metal hand against your cheek. Almost immediately you lean into his cool touch and sigh.

“That wasnt your choice to make, If i didn’t think you were good enough or whatever i wouldn’t have been in love with you since the fucking 30’s i know you think that your past is to fucked up to deserve love, but what about mine? What about what the red room made me? You aren’t the only one who lost parts of yourself but when Steve went back you were the only thing i had left… and then you well left.” You lock eyes with him as you voice shakes when you speak.

He sighs and decides to take a leap of faith. Bucky walks closer to you and wraps his flesh hand around your waist and pull you close. You can feel his breath on your lips as you look at him. He doesn’t say anything as his metal hand moves to the back of your head, Bucky leaned down and connects your lips. And even though a part of you wants to you don’t pull away.

In fact you relish in the kiss and try to fight him for dominance but end letting him win. It’s a combination of teeth and tongues but neither of you care. You both has missed each other a lot more than anticipated. You don’t even know how much time has past when you two break the kiss and finally get some air.

“Take me home” Is all you whisper after a few seconds of looking at each other. Bucky wastes no time in grabbing your hand and leading you out the building. You shoot Mason a message telling you are going home with someone and you’ll see him tomorrow. Once you and Bucky get outside he throws you over his shoulder and walks over to his car.

“I can walk you know” You giggle as he smacks your ass and tells you to hush. He gets to the car and open the passenger door and puts you in along with buckling you in before getting in on his side.

Bucky starts the car and speeds off to his apartment which is luckily only a ten minute drive, but with how desperate he is to touch you he’s gonna cut it in half. You place your hand on his thigh and lean your head on his shoulder as he drives. Slowly you move your hand over his clothed cock and he groans.

“Behave” He turns and looks at you and you stick out your bottom lip and pout.

“But daddy i’ve missed you” Your hand moved up higher and gently palmed his cock through his pants. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t get very far in your teasing as he pulled in to the driveway.

“You’re fucked now Malyshka” His voice was rough and deep as he parked the car. And before you could even register what was happening your door was open. He threw you over his shoulder yet again. You squeal at him and playfully smack his back. He pays you no mind as he unlocks the front door and carries you up the stairs.

He opens his bedroom door and throws you on his king size bed. ‘strip’ He commands and you are quick to rid yourself of your heels first, Then you make a show of taking off the dress that clings to your body. Slowly and ever so painfully you unzip the dress and let it slowly fall down to your breasts.

“Oh fuck Kotenok” He groans as you are finally left in your dark red lingerie set that he actually bought for you years ago. “Come here” Before you know he’s at the end of the bed and your back is pressed against his chest. His hands roam your soft skin and you moan as he teases your clit a little.

“Please daddy no teasing tonight been too long.” The desperation evident in your voice. Bucky was quick to turn you around and toss you on your back.

“Fuck i’ve missed you” He admits as he crawls up to you and hovers his body over yours. His lips are quick to connect to the sweet spot on your neck and his hands find your breasts. Quicker than you can fathom he’s removing your bra and takes a nipple in his mouth.

“Fuck daddy” The words come out broken as you moan at the contact. He takes your nipple and brings it between his teeth and nips it slightly and your back arches.

“Please fuck me” He quickly obliged and removed your panties but not without kissing all over your plush thighs. He’s quick to open up your wet folds with his metal fingers. Bucky moans at the sight of your wet pussy in the moonlight that had shone through the window.

“So pretty Malysh” You dont have a chance to respond as he takes no time in devouring your pussy like he’s starved. Taking the sensitive bundle of nerves in between his lips he sucks until he pulls out a moan from you.

“S-So good” You incoherently mutter and he takes that has his sign to stick two of his metal fingers in you. Involuntarily you grind yourself onto his hand and his flesh hand holds your hips down and he speeds up.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight. Did you not let anyone touch this pretty pussy the whole time we were broken up? Did you save this pussy for daddy?” Not trusting your voice you just nod your head and he mutters a ‘good girl’ as he fucks you harder. He adds a third finger while sucking on your clit and in no time your hands are tangled in his hair and your cumming on his tongue.

“Ive missed how sweet you taste malysh. Now get on all fours and put that pretty ass in the air for me.” Bucky commands and you do what you’re told. You stick your ass in the air with a little wiggle and soon get a firm smack to the ass and you moan at the contact.

He comes up behind you and runs his hard cock over your pussy to collect your slick on it. You back your ass up on him as a sign for him to fuck you already. With a chuckle he takes the hint and one of his hands grasps your hips while the other lines his cock up with your hole. Both of you let out a pornographic moan when he bottoms out.

“Oh fuck daddy i’ve missed you so fucking much” You scream as he starts up a slow pace since he doesn’t wanna hurt you… yet. His pace stays slow for a few more minutes before he decides to ruin you. He grips your hips and pulls you back on his cock as he fucks you. You lose all upper body strength and fall face first into the pillows with a loud moan.

“You feel so fucking good malysh fuck im gonna fill you up so good and maybe even put a baby in you” He says and the idea of you having his kids drives you insane.

“Please please put a baby in me daddy. I want you to breed me” You plead with soft cry. His eyes blow out with lust as you speak and he thrusts into you harder and faster than you’ve ever had. You can feel the coil in your stomach about to snap again as he snaps his hips into yours.

“Yea? you’d like that wouldn’t you? being my little fucking breeding slut. Use you like the fucking slut you are” He asks but he already knows the answer. And honestly the idea of getting you pregnant makes him even hornier.

“FUCK DADDY PLEASE” You scream as you cum all over Buckys cock which in turn leads him to cum as well as he feels your walls clench down on him.

“Oh fuck” Bucky moans as his head falls back and he fucks his cum into you before slowly pulling out. When he pulls out you roll over to on your back panting. You move the hair that’s suck to your forehead in attempt to collect yourself. Bucky gets off the bed to go grab a towel from the bathroom so he can clean you. He makes his way over to your fucked out body and smiles softly at the sight of you back in his bed.

“Come here Malyshka let me clean you” You nod your head and open your legs. Wincing at the cold cloth you try to move away from it but he doesn’t let you. “its okay once i clean you we can go to sleep” He says quietly as he finishes and throws the towel on the floor.

Bucky lays next to you and lays you on his chest along with covering you both with the comforter. Neither of you say anything as you just revel in being with each other again. Even though a little part of you is still unsure about this, being with him again you decide your gonna give it a try anyway.

“I want to try again” You’re the first one to speak and break the silence. You can physically feel the deep breath Bucky let down and you look up to see him with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you Malysh. I promise i wont hurt you again.” As he speaks you can tell he means what he says and you send him a soft smile at his words.

“I love you Bucky” You say finally using his nickname again. He can’t help but smile like a fool and kiss you passionately.

“I love you too doll, Now get some sleep its been a day” You nod your head and cuddle into his chest before falling into a deep sleep.

Bucky smiles as he looks down at you asleep. He finally got his girl back. He turns his head and looks out the window at the stars and smiles.

“Thank you guys” He mutters before closing his eyes drifting off with you in his arms and a smile on his face.

~The end

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[fluffysucker]

Battered and Bruising.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU) Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince. AKA Bucky and his princess ALL ONESHOTS CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

You received a distressing phone call.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

Also I'm very bad at describing places. Please forgive me. Hope it's clear to picture.

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You couldn't sit still. You kept squirming and fuzzing in the taxi's seat. You were sure the driver was giving you dirty looks, afraid you would wear down the material of his vehicle. But you couldn't care. You were close to biting your nails off. You were so worried. Anxiety filling your body like the darkness of the sky at midnight. Tension running through your muscles and veins like water in oceans.

It was supposed to be a normal day. just like any other.

You woke up to the feeling of soft kisses on your neck and strong arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you closer than you were already. Sweet words filling your ears with your boyfriend's sleepy voice.

You lived for mornings like this, which is why you wouldn't be able to recall the last time you woke up alone in bed. It was either your place or his. A drawer in each of your dressers is now officially dedicated to the other's stuff. Pieces of each of you were spread at each other's homes. Because you became each other's home. Bucky was itching to ask you to move in together, but he was waiting for the right time.

After the blissful morning you shared together at Bucky's place with breakfast and your joint getting-ready routine, you left to start the day. It was a big bonus that both of your workplaces were separated by a wall. It gave you both a lot more time to spend together. Not only did you get to arrive and leave together, but you also got the chance to sneak in and see each other whenever you liked. You were lucky.

The minute you stepped in, you had so many things to do. Customers were following your tail as you walked in. Your business was growing, and you could never complain. As the day carried on, you got busier and busier. However, that didn't stop you from checking the time every now and then, so you didn't miss it. You would be sad if you did.

So when it reached five o'clock, you were throwing your apron off and leaving the restaurant. Ten minutes wouldn't hurt anybody.

You opened the gym's door and greeted MJ, who will be taking on the receptionist role since Peter was going with them tonight. You reminded yourself to stop by and drop off some food for her in a couple of hours. Maybe even a dessert.

Once you walked into the main area, your eyes were scanning the place for the person you came for.

"He is the locker room." You turned around as you heard Sam's voice.

"We could have left an hour early, but he refused. I wonder why." The smirk on Sam's face was big. Of course, he knew why Bucky didn't want to leave earlier than he told you.

"Have a good day, Sam." You walked towards the locker room with a smile on your face.

Bucky and the others had their own locker rooms other than the ones for the regular gym attendees. It was the one in the very back. Bucky chose it for privacy reasons. And since you got together, he had been enjoying this choice more and more.

As you were about to knock on the door, it was opened by Steve, who was walking out. A smirk, just like Sam's, found its place on his face as he saw you. Both men enjoyed watching their best friend being so head over heels in love, who was making them all wait for you because he never wanted to see the somber look on your face like he saw it once when he left before you stopped by. Never again. Everything could wait for you.

Steve stepped aside, letting you get in, and closed the door to give you both the time you needed.

Your boyfriend had his back to you as he was zipping up his duffle bag. But your sugary perfume and the smell of hours of cooking made him turn around. He would never miss your unique scent. the one that put him at ease and soothed his being.

"Hey, princess." He started walking towards you, and you met in the middle.

"Hey, you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up to give him a peck on the lips.

"All ready?" You asked, keeping your arms around him.

"Yeah. Did the final training. Had a shower. Got everything I needed. We are ready to go." His arms were around your waist now.

"You are going to be so great. You are always the best." You gave him another peck.

"Just want one last thing." You looked at him, ready to help with whatever he needed.

"My good luck." Bucky easily lifted you up of your feet, kissing you passionately.

This is your routine now. Whenever Bucky had a fight, you would show up and wish him good luck before he left. He hadn't lost one since.

You were happy with this routine. Bucky was still strongly against you ever watching him fight; while you disagreed, you knew it was his choice, and you respected that. So you enjoyed whatever he gave you.

In return, Bucky let you in more. He brought you to some of the team gatherings and hangouts. He wasn't surprised when your sweet self managed to win all his friends over. They loved you. Who could ever meet you and not love you? Bucky certainly wasn't the one to answer this. And you loved them. Your ability and capacity to love everyone didn't exclude the rough people he thought of as family.

While he refused to let you anywhere near the brutality he called a job, Bucky learned to compromise. So he started opening up. He started telling you about his days, fights, and sometimes opponents more. He knew you worried a lot about him and about the stuff he never shared. So he was trying to find common ground. And if wishing him good luck before every fight was going to put your mind in the littlest of ease, Bucky could do that.

And that was the last time you saw him for the day.

Bucky told you pits and pieces about his opponent today, but nothing much. All you knew was that Bucky was training hard, and he spent lots of late nights at the gym. Some nights, you would close your restaurant and then join him and watch as he trained. Any support you could provide him with, you weren't going to hesitate. even as little as keeping his company.

Your worry about his well-being during the fights was growing each time. It grew with your love for him. And you were madly in love with him.

You busied yourself in the kitchen, letting your emotions under control while you went from recipe to recipe and from dish to dish as you waited for Bucky's text.

Another thing Bucky picked up doing to help ease your nerves was texting you right after the fight. Usually, he would tell me that he was fine and what he was doing after. Whether he was staying and going to Nat's bar or coming back to you, You only joined them in the after-fight victory parties a number of times. Usually, only when the fights were easy. Because parties after big fights weren't just for the team. There would be lots of outsiders, other boxers, and teams. You knew Bucky wouldn't be comfortable if you were there.

So you waited for him. He preferred your place after these kinds of days. You would have a meal ready in the fridge for reheating. The bathroom would be filled with soap and water. Clean, silky-smooth sheets would be in place, covering the bed. everything to help him relax. And you checked on everything before you left for his place last night.

The only thing you had to do now was wait for his text.

But it never came. Instead, you received a very distressing phone call.

That was what led you to where you are right now. Your mind racing, your knuckles white around your bag, and your leg bouncing up and down in the backseat of the taxi.

Stark's property was huge. You couldn't miss it, even if you wanted to. It made sense why it would be so deep into the city. It took a very large space that only such locations offered. The street was all dark except for the neon lights with the name Stark above the entrance. Other than that, it was nearly black.

You were able to work out the figure standing under the lights right next to the entrance. He was pacing back and forth on the pavement. You paid the driver once he stopped as you got out of the cab.

"Peter, what is going on?" With quick steps, you were standing right in front of the young man.

"Is he okay?" The slight shake in your voice was obvious. The question had been haunting you ever since Peter called and didn't answer it the first time.

"Yes," Peter replied, already seeing the worry all over your face.

"Physically, at least." Peter continued. Because if Bucky was okay, why were you here?

Before you could ask any more questions, Peter led you in. The bouncers at the door let you in immediately as they saw Peter. The inside of the place was nothing like the outside. It was loud, bright, and full of people. There were small food trucks, side bars, merchandise stations, and everything. You could see different kinds of sports and entertainment exercises scattered all over the place, with people around. However, the main area of the property was occupied by a huge boxing ring. It had the most people around it. There are lots of people.

You couldn't inspect more of the place as Peter was rushing the both of you to the back area. It was very clear since you got in here that you didn't belong at all. Your choice of outfit and aura were making you stand out among the sea of people. Peter put his hand around the small of your back, respectively, to guide you through the place. He was trying to get you inside as fast as possible. He wasn't as intimidating as Bucky or some of the others. And if anything happened to you, even as little as a snarky comment, Peter couldn't imagine the wrath he would have to endure. To say Peter was panicking would be an understatement.

The breath of relief Peter let out as you entered the back area was audible. The back area was similar to the one in the gym but much larger and busier. Peter led you to the one room in the back, which you suspected was the largest in the place. He opened the door for you, and you had to close your eyes for a second from the contrast of the lightning. The back area was dimly lit, while the locker room was bright white. You got used to the lights, then looked around to find everybody in here.

As Peter walked you in, you could feel the high tension in the room. The first thing that caught your eye was bleeding Peter Quill and Thor. You didn't know Peter Quill that well; you only met him when you met the team and never passed the greetings stage, but you were more familiar and friendly with Thor. And the sight of both big men holding their noses to stop the bleeding, with bruises forming on their faces, was troubling. Lots of the others were trying to help them.

Only did you take your eyes away when Peter kept moving further into the room until you noticed the small room separated from the big one with a door. You found Sam and Bruce talking beside the door. Peter came to a stop when you reached both men.

"Thank God you are here." Sam spoke quickly as he laid eyes on you.

"Sam, what is going on?" Up to now, you had no idea why you were here. Peter rushed you in and then brought you here with no explanation. You could feel your nerves starting to burn from anxiety.

Before Sam could say anything, a sound of something breaking coming from behind the door rang through the place. You shared eye contact with Sam for seconds, and you started to form an idea about what was happening.

You stepped towards Sam, indicating that you wanted to get inside. Sam looked at you, and you gave him a nod to assure him, and he nodded back. Sam turned and knocked on the door.

You flinched, from surprise, as your boyfriend's angry voice echoed around, shouting that he didn't want to see anyone.

However, the door was unlocked, and Steve stood in the doorframe. You couldn't read the hard expression on his face. But his eyebrows softened slightly when he saw you.

The shouting from your boyfriend made everyone wince in their places. You stepped forward to take Sam's place and stood in front of Steve, determination in your eyes.

Steve signed before he moved aside to let you in, closing the door with the three of you.

The room was small. You thought maybe it was for medical purposes, if needed. But you didn't have the time or mind to pay any attention to your new surroundings.

Your boyfriend was sitting on a chair, his head in his hands, grabbing his hair tightly between his fingers, and his breath was short and angry. Brokrn stuff and objects were scattered all around the room.

"Bucky." You called for him softly to make your presence known.

His head shot up. His eyes were red, bruises were all over his face, and his breath got angrier.

"You called her?" His voice was quiet, but it was deep, hiding many emotions.

"You called my girl?" He stood up, keeping his eyes on Steve, not looking at you at all.

"You brought my girl here?" His breath was getting shorter, with every word coming out as a growl.

"Bucky.." You tried to speak and find the right words to say so it wouldn't escalate.

"You made her come here all by herself and walk in here?" He started walking towards you and Steve.

"YOU BROUGHT HER HERE TONIGHT." Bucky shouted, his angry voice ringing in the small room.

Out of instinct, Steve stepped forward to stand in front of Bucky, keeping you behind him.

That seemed to snap Bucky out of the spell he was in. His red eyes are now coated with hurt. His breath stopped for a moment. Frozen in his place, he couldn't help but think of it. Did Steve think he would hurt you? Did Steve think he needed to protect you from him? Did Steve think that even in this state, he would cause you any harm?

It felt like a knife driven deep into his heart. Betrayal from his best friend, who brought you here against all his wishes, and then thought you needed a shield to be in the same room with him.

But no, that wasn't why Steve did it. He didn't want you to see Bucky lose his temper like he did numerous times tonight. Steve couldn't remember whose idea it was to call you, but he could remember the collective agreement that approved of the suggestion. All aware of the effect you have on the boxer. So Steve expected, like the others, that once you walked in and his best friend saw you, all the insanity that was tonight would come to an end.

But Steve should have known better. Bringing you in here would only make Bucky madder, and you would get to see a version of your boyfriend that Bucky tried so hard to keep from you. Steve regretted agreeing to bring you here.

The tension in the room got thicker. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the three of you. You weren't able to see the look on Steve's face, but Bucky's expression was crystal clear.

"Steve, can you give us a minute?" You stepped away from behind Steve, so you could be in Bucky's eyesight.

Steve turned to you with an unsure look on his face, and you immediately rubbed his shoulder to assure him you knew what you were doing.

Steve nodded and left the room silently. Now, it was just the two of you.

While Bucky looked anywhere but you, his eyes moving all over the room, you finally got to look at him. He was in a pair of black sweatpants, his chest left bare, making all the bruises and cuts on his upper body exposed to your eyes.

You signed, your heart breaking at the sight of your boyfriend battered like this. But it wasn't his physical pain that you were only worried about.

Bucky's eyes finally moved to look at you as you put your bag on the nearest table and started to move around, looking for something.

Bucky was confused. He wanted to ask you what you were doing, but he couldn't find it in himself to talk to you. Too many emotions are tormenting him.

Your little, quiet squeals told him you found what you wanted. You moved towards him with the first-aid kit in hand.

You grabbed the closest chair and positioned it in front of the chair, which Bucky was previously sitting on, and pulled a small table closer as well, where you put the first aid kit and started to empty its contents.

"You will catch lots of infections if you don't get the wounds clean." You spoke when you noticed that Bucky was standing still in his place.

"And God knows you become a big baby when you get sick." You joked. You tried to lighten the mood. to tell him that you were here to help. You weren't judging him. You would never judge him.

And he heard you. So, he came and sat back in the chair in front of you. This time, he sat with his back straight so you could patch him up.

You sat in silence, but there was so much hanging in the air between you. You didn't want to push him. You knew he would start talking when he felt ready.

"Who called you?" And he did.

"Does it matter?" You didn't look at him, sticking to cleaning his wounds.

"To me, yes." He regretted raising his voice immediately, even when you didn't move.

"You shouldn't be here." He continued when he knew he wouldn't get an answer from you.

"But I am." You looked up at him.

"And I want to." Finally, your eyes have met since you got here.

"Don't you see it? the damage I'm capable of doing. the chaos I can create. the pain I put others through. The mess I am."

Today's game was cruel, to say the least. Bucky's opponent played dirty. So dirty, that wasn't against the rules. Because this was never mentioned in any rule book. Mental hits.

Bucky's opponent not only studied Bucky's style and techniques so well, but he did some research as well. So, he would be able to defeat Bucky's strength. And he did.

The second he knew Bucky was winning, he ran his mouth nonstop. He brought up stuff that should never again be brought into the ring. Family stuff. Bucky's life before boxing, the team and their families.

It was shocking. Bucky almost lost his footing once or twice. Was this allowed? Well, it wasn't prohibited. Bucky tried to keep his head straight and not focus on the words coming from the man in front of him. However, it was getting harder and harder as the man kept getting more personal.

Until his opponent mentioned your restaurant's name, Every little drop of blood in Bucky's body ran cold. The noise around him became an annoying ring in his ears. And the opponent took his chance and started landing his punches.

Bucky was trying to regain his composure, but the man's words and punches didn't stop. He was talking nonsense about your restaurant, but he made a mistake that he never estimated.

"I heard you got soft because of that place and wanted to know why. I will tell you what. I would go soft for an adorable thing like her. What a shame that you are the only one who gets to ruin her."

That was the nail in the man's coffin.

Bucky was unstoppable. A monster. a beast with no restraints. You weren't a subject to bring into such a rotten place, and that man was going to pay for even thinking you could be involved in this circus.

Bucky only stopped when he heard the whistle and the referee breaking them apart. Bucky knew that if he didn't stop, he would have to face a penalty of sorts. So he did. But the mental troll has already happened.

The team was taken aback by Bucky's actions once they got out of the lights. They saw him angry after fights before. But this was different. He had lost his mind, and he wasn't willing to talk or tell anybody what happened. And he was getting worse by the second that they had to lock him in the medical room so nobody more would get hurt. They had no clue what to do.

And desperate times call for desperate measures.

So here he was, shame and guilt eating him as you were, once again, showing him kindness he had never encountered before.

"I never wanted you to see that."

"I didn't want you to think that I could hurt you."

"Bucky.."

"I would never hurt you, I swear."

His voice got smaller with each word. It was why he never wanted you anywhere near this. so you wouldn't get scared and run away. So you wouldn't see what he looked like when he lost control. And today, he did, and you saw it.

The opponent's voice is still ringing in his ears. He was ruining you. Everyone could see it. You being here just proved it. Because if it hadn't been for him, you would have never stepped a foot in here. Maybe he was already hurting you.

"Bucky." Tears were starting to form in your eyes. You put the stuff down and put your hand on his cheek.

"You can never hurt me. Never."

It was painful to hear the person who became your source of safety and security, the one you relied on the most, think like this.

"The only person you are hurting is yourself, and I can't stand by and watch." It was time you told him the truth.

"You need to stop living these two versions of yourself. You need to stop hiding from me."

"I love you, Bucky. I love you more than I have loved anything in my life. I knew who you were when we met, and it didn't change anything. I still got to fall in love with you."

"Nothing you do is going to change that. I know you think that I won't be able to handle it, but I will, and I want to know. all of it. Everything."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to hide parts of yourself from me. like you have to be someone else. I love everything about you and everything that made you."

"I want you to be able to share stuff and talk about your day freely without thinking too much about it, without keeping parts that you think I won't like."

"I want to sit in the front row and cheer for my boyfriend as he beats people up. I want to get to brag about my strong man." That brought a small laugh from the both of you.

"Nothing is ever going to make me leave or hate you. Nothing. So whatever you think is going to drive me away, it won't. Never."

You meant every word you said. You didn't want to be in a one-sided relationship where Bucky felt like he couldn't be himself. No, you wanted to be his safe place. You wanted to be the person he came to, and poured his heart out. You wanted to take care of him. You wanted him to let you love him. all of him.

"I love you so much that I won't care if you turn out to be a secret assassin."

"You won't?"

"I will bring you the knives in the kitchens."

Bucky thought he couldn't fall in love with you more than he already was. But he was wrong.

Bucky could feel his eyes getting glassy. All his fears weren't real. You weren't going to run away and leave him. You wanted to do the thing he believed he could never have. You wanted to share his life with him. You were giving him something nobody ever allowed him. to be himself openly.

Bucky never thought he had good luck. It turned out he had all the good luck in you. And he couldn't be happier.

Bucky was glad they called you.

[inmyicyworld]

I can't let you get hurt

Bucky Barnes x Reader (brother’s best friend AU)

Summary: you have just moved to New York, where your adopted brother Steve has been living for 5 years. Desperate to make new friends, you give the dating app another go. You didn’t even think that you would have to ask for help from the person who has not left your thoughts for the past month - your brother’s best friend.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, reader is Steve’s adopted sister, creepy John Walker, John is commenting reader's clothes, Bucky is a big softie, protective Bucky, idiots in love, fluff.

Author’s note: I’ve wanted to finally start writing for a long time. so I decided to share my thoughts and dreams about this man (aka my husband). English is not my first language and I’m really sorry if you find any mistakes. it’s my first attempt to trying to write in English so I hope it’s not that bad.

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Moving to New York was the idea that has been sitting in your head for a long period of time. Since your adopted brother Steve finished high school, he moved there without any money, without friends, and only with a lot of desires and dreams. You stayed in your small town with your and Steve’s adopted parents because you were only fifteen at the time. It’s been almost five years, and right now he owns an auto repair shop, and as far as you know, it’s a pretty successful place.

You knew that you had nothing to lose; you had no opportunities in your city, no close friends, and it was a really boring and gray life.

Steve only visited you two times, but you regularly spoke on the phone. So when your plane finally landed and you met him, you were kind of a crying mess. He was still your closest person, and you loved him with your whole heart. Steve was now much bigger, with broad shoulders and arms that were probably the same size as your head, but he still had that golden retriever energy, which you really loved.

Steve helped you find your apartment building, where you rented a small and cozy flat from a nice old lady. It wasn’t too much—just a bedroom and living room connected with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. Everything was clean, with light furniture and a lot of plants. It was actually surprising that this place had an affordable rent, and you were happy that luck was on your side.

On the next day, your brother finally showed you his famous place, which he owned with his now best friend Bucky Barnes. And talking about him, he was something else. A tall, big man with fluffy chocolate hair, stubble, and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen. You knew that you were fucked as soon as he looked you directly in the eyes, shook your hand, and gave you a charming smile.

You met almost everyone in the garage. All the guys were super nice and friendly, they even showed you all of their cars that they were working with. You were happy that Steve found such a family here, they were all obviously so close to each other. 

Yet, after a month here, you had almost no friends. You found a job in the coffee shop down the street, where you met an amazing redhead girl named Wanda. You chatted a lot during the work, but you two were still far from friends.

That's how you ended up here. On a date with John.

For some reason, you decided to give that stupid dating app another try. John found you there, and he seemed nice, so when on the second day he decided to invite you to a bar, you agreed without hesitation.

How long has it been since the last time someone asked you out? Year?  Yes, it was a little sad to realize that no one was particularly interested in you. Before moving to New York, all the guys you talked to seemed to only want one thing, so you had high hopes for John.

Your evening went well at first. You ordered a drink and chatted. He really seemed nice. After the second drink, you decided to stop for a bit because the alcohol started to take a toll on your head, even though John was pushing you hard with the new drink he brought you.

"You know, I think I better slow down with cocktails; I really don’t want to be drunk and embarrass myself on the first date." You pushed your glass back a little, smiling politely.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, don’t upset me." John chuckled and put his hand on yours. You awkwardly smiled, not ready for such physical contact. "You’re here alone, right?" He tilted his head, and you didn't miss how his eyes stopped at your boobs.

"Um, not exactly... I mean, I know like five people in this city, and one of them is my brother. But we don’t live together; he has his own life." John nodded his head and leaned a little closer to you.

"So it means that we can have some fun, right, baby?"

"Fun?" 

"Mhm." One of his hands stayed on top of yours, and the other one suddenly fell on your leg. Your body tensed at the feeling of his fingers as they started to rub the bare skin of your inner thigh. You definitely didn’t expect it to happen. "I’ll take an Uber; we’ll go to my place, and we can continue our night. What do you think?"

"I didn’t want to—I mean, that’s not what I was looking for—I thought that we were going to just talk and drink, you know…" You tried to take his hand off of you, but his grip only became harder.

"Don’t try to run away now, baby." He grinned. "You dressed up for me, huh? Your tight little dress that shows your boobs says it all. You just want me." You felt goosebumps all over your body because of his look. It was intense and not as innocent as it was before. You felt disgusted because of his words. You wanted to look good, yes, but seducing him wasn’t part of your plan.

So what are you going to do now? You felt unsafe, and you didn’t know how you could escape this situation. He was obviously a creep, and he just wanted to have sex with you. You can’t go home because either he won't let you go or he might find out where you live.

 "O-okay- um- just let me- I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and we can go, okay?" You nervously smiled and stood up, almost spilling your cocktail.

"Someone’s excited, huh?" He laughed, looking at your body up and down.

You left without an answer. You really went to the restroom because the bar was half empty, and John would’ve definitely seen you going out. Luckily, the restroom was empty. You locked the door and looked at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do.

You reached into your purse to get your phone. The first person that came to mind was Steve. Only long beeps were heard, and after the third call, you gave up.

"Fuck, Steve, I really need you right now." You scrolled through your contacts again. It wasn’t a lie that you knew five people from New York. Steve was not answering his phone. Your two neighbors, Natasha and Wanda from work, were not your close friends, so it would’ve been weird to call them because of this. There was a number of an old lady who rented you an apartment, and she was obviously not an option. And there was another person.

Bucky.

Calling him in this situation was the last thing you wanted to do. Hell, he probably won’t even answer you because he thinks that you’re just his best friend’s little sister, and he’ll definitely make fun of you about this stupid date. But you had no other variants.

"Hello?" He picked up his phone almost immediately, and you even forgot what you wanted to say. "Y/N? Are you okay?" His deep voice was full of worry, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

"H-hey, Bucky. Um… I’m really, really sorry that I’m calling you, but Steve is not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?" You walked around the small room, trying to calm down.

"Yeah, he’s meeting with some girl he's been talking about for days. He’s probably really busy right now." He chuckled, and you felt like you were about to cry. Bucky must’ve heard your breathing change because he immediately went silent. "Doll? What happened?"

"My God, it’s so stupid…" You squeezed your eyes, not wanting to cry.

"Tell me." 

"I’m at the bar. I’m on a date with a guy named John, and he became very persistent. He wants me to go to his place, but It’s- I’m not interested in this. And I can't just leave because I’m afraid that he can follow me and find out where I live… fuck I really don’t know what to do, and I wanted to ask Steve to pick me up." Your phone stayed silent for a few moments, and you already thought that he got tired of your mess and just ended the call. "Bucky?"

"Where are you? What bar? Are you in the restroom?" His voice was low, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with all of this.

"It’s that new place a few blocks away from my crib. With big neon red signs at the top. And I’m in the restroom right now."

"I’ll be there in five. Stay there and don’t open the door until you know it’s me." He said that and ended the call, leaving you nervous and excited at the same time.

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump. Fastly, but quietly, you reached there and tried to listen for any signs of who it could be.

"I hear you. Open the door; it’s me." The familiar voice came from behind the door.

You opened the door and met Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed a little bit out of breath, as if he had run here. You quickly scanned his body, and the fact that he was wearing your favorite leather jacket made you weak in the knees. His dark brown locks that curled at the ends almost asked you to touch them. It’s not your fault that this idiot always looked ridiculously hot every single time. 

"C’mon, let’s get you home, doll." He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the bathroom to the bar, where you immediately saw a clearly annoyed John. You saw that Bucky looked at him too, but he stopped only when you were already on the street and when your bad date ran after you, loudly calling your name. 

"Hey! Where the fuck are you going? We were supposed to go to my place! You already found someone else to fuck or what?" He yelled, grabbing your other hand at the same time. You felt Bucky quickly move you behind him while still holding your wrist. 

"Don’t fucking touch her. She’s leaving, and if I ever see you near her again, I'll rip your useless hands off. Understood?" Bucky growled, straightening his body. He was obviously bigger than John, who was now less brave. John looked at you for a few seconds as he was thinking about what he should say to you, but then just turned around and left. Apparently, you weren't worth it.

You don’t know whether it was the cool night air or this whole tense situation that made you tremble. You felt Bucky’s warm body get closer to you, and his large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit fuzzy because you were trying so hard to hide your little, big crush on your brother’s best friend. Yeah, it was the biggest cliche, but you can’t even blame yourself. He was extremely beautiful, with those blue eyes, rosy lips, and a body that you knew was built like God's. Not to mention that Bucky was sweet and a true gentleman.

"You’re shaking, doll. Wait a second." He started to take off his jacket, and you tried to stop him.

"Bucky, no, what are you doing? You don’t have to; it’s not even that cold!" He just playfully rolled his eyes and still threw a jacket over your shoulders, leaving himself only in the tight black shirt. God, this man

A sudden wave of his cologne surrounded you. Bucky always smelled good. Something clean with a spicy and woody scent The leather was still warm from his body, and you fought against the desire to bury your nose in it. You didn't even realize that you actually did it, so when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky, who had this annoying grin on his face.

"So you like it, huh?" He chuckled. 

"Oh, shut up; I didn't want to do that."

"Of course, doll. But we should go, I have to take you home safely, right?" Bucky said, leading you to the parking lot. To a motorcycle.

"A motorcycle?" You asked Bucky as you stepped closer to him. "No, I—where’s your car? I’ve never ridden on one of those." He had already sat there and had two helmets in his hands.

"I left it in the garage and didn’t want to make you wait here for too long. But you don’t have to worry; I know what I'm doing, and I won't let you get hurt. I promise." You came closer to him and let him put a helmet on you. You really tried not to tremble as his hands gently fixed it under your chin. "Now sit behind me and put your legs here." He pointed at the weird looking thing.

You felt weird as soon as you sat in the passenger seat. Bucky was so close, and you could feel the warmth of his body even if it was cold outside. Where should I put my hands? Hug him? Put it behind me? You awkwardly placed it on your own legs, and Bucky must’ve immediately felt your tense body because you heard a chuckle, and the next moment he grabbed your hands and put it around his waist. "You should put it right here, doll. You don’t wanna  fall, do you?"

You slightly shook your head before you placed it on his back. It was really hard to control yourself when your hands were laying on his hard press. For fuck’s sake, he should be perfect everywhere, huh?

"Hold on tight, Darlin'." You heard another deep chuckle, and he finally put his helmet on.

You don't know how long you were driving, but when Bucky finally pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt sad and happy at the same time. The ride was something else. This man almost gave you a heart attack when you stopped at a red light and he put his hand on your bare leg and asked if you were okay.

He’s just being nice, stop overthinking this.

You knew Bucky for only one month, but it was hard not to fall for him. He was an attractive, kind, and really generous man; you knew that he was like a part of Steve's family. Sometimes, when you visited your brother and accidentally met Bucky, for a few seconds you thought that maybe he finds you attractive. You always caught him looking at you.

But you knew this type of guy—always charming and flirting—who could have pretty much anyone. It was stupid of you to think that he saw you as something more than just Steve’s little sister.

"See, I told you that I was a good driver and that you'd get home safely." He hopped off the motorcycle and stood before you while you were trying to take the helmet off. "Let me unlock it."

"Thank you, Bucky." You said when you were finally free. "For this, for the jacket... You were probably very busy, and I just ruined your night by making you take care of me. Oh my god, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to forget about one person, and I thought that going on that stupid date would be a good idea, but it seems like the only thing that men want here is sex." You chuckled and watched to the ground.

"Now listen to me, doll." Bucky suddenly stepped closer to you, and you almost fainted when both of his hands took your face and forced you to look him right in the eyes. "You shouldn’t apologize for calling me. I was just hanging out with the guys from the garage, but as soon as you called me, I left everything because I can’t let you get hurt." He nervously licked his lips, and you hope that he didn’t notice how you stared at this movement. Bucky’s hands left your face and ended up on your upper arms. Did he come closer to me? "I don’t know who you were trying to forget about, but I hope that he or she is worth your time."

"We– we’re not really close. I’m probably not even his type." You shrugged. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he buried his hands in the jeans pockets, as if he was angry and tried not to show you.

"Is it someone from the garage?" His head was a little bit tilted to the side, and you knew that right now he wouldn’t shut up about it until you gave him a name. "Maybe Sam? Or Thor? Many girls like him, you know. Do you like show-offs like Stark? Or…"

"You."

You both were silent.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?

"Say it again." Your throat felt dry, and you just stared at him, not knowing what to do. 

"I– Just forget about it, Bucky. It’s stupid–"

You weren't able to finish because a soft pair of lips interrupted you. One of Bucky’s hands cupped your face, lifting you up to his level, and another one laid on your waist. He was soft, warm, and gentle when his lips moved on top of yours. Your head was in the clouds, and it felt like your knees became weaker. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, completely melting into him. He wanted to stay like this forever. Your skin and your lips were so soft, he could smell your perfume and taste your sweet lip gloss. But he knew that he should stop and do it the right way. After a few seconds, he finally pulled away, but he put his forehead on yours, and it was so cozy, like you two were in a bubble.

"I’m sorry. Was this too much? I overstepped?" He licked his lips as if he were trying to get more of your taste. "I have been thinking about asking you out since the day I saw you. I wanted to do it right. To take you on a date, to be the gentleman that you deserve, and maybe get a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night. Sorry. I didn’t even know that you liked me." Bucky wrapped his hands around your waist, and you nuzzled into hisneck,k enjoying his scent.

"And I didn’t know that you liked me either. "I thought that you felt obligated to take care of me because I'm your best friend’s sister."

"No, I promise you." He kissed the top of your head. "But Steve’s gonna kill me, by the way. He told all of us that you’re not an option and that we can’t touch you."

"Well, I love him, but he can’t decide for me."

"So… Does this mean that you’ll say ‘yes’ if I ask you to go on a date with me? On Sunday, maybe?" You lifted your head to look at him properly, and God, he was so cute when he was nervous.

"Of course, Buck, I wanna go out with you." You smiled at him, and he lowered himself again to give you another sweet kiss on the lips.

"Fuck, you should go home, doll." You’re too sweet for your own good. Wanna save you all for myself." He mumbled against your lips. "Go."

"Goodnight, Bucky. Please text me when you get home, ‘kay?"

"I will. Night, Doll." You left a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek before finally turning around to go home.

Only at home did you realize that you were still wearing his jacket. At least it was a good excuse for Bucky to see you again sooner. That night, you both ended up texting for hours until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Maybe a date with John wasn’t that bad of an idea.

[goodgirlofglory]

Hey bestie, Happy Fourth of July! ❤️🤍💙🦅

Aka, happy birthday Steven Grant Rogers. 🪖💪

Usually, my go to reads consist of Bucky, but today I am feeling patriotic. So my ask includes reader giving steve a sloppy toppy 😏 💦 under the fireworks after an eventful birthday

But not just any blowjob, this is the first one that steve has gotten in 70+ yrs because he’s a grandpa that didn’t venture out into the modern world until he met reader. So now, he really understands why Bucky enjoyed his time with the ladies back in the 40’s 🇺🇸

And this blowjob in particular has him gripping whatever he can in his fists, has him moaning like a little boy, his mouth drooling, his eyes rolling, his soul leaving his body. 🙉 and reader is just talking him through it like the good girl she is 😊

Anyways, thank you for listening to my slutty asks. I hope you have a good day/evening where you are!! 🌸❤️

Bestie!!!🫶🎀🦋

Happy birthday to both Steve Rogers and the US of A🎉🎉✨️✨️✨️🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

I'm definitely in my Bucky corner nowadays too, but there's no hardship revisiting dear Stevie boy, so in the name of patriotism, here's a little somethin somethin😉😌

Absolutely LOVE the prompt (and your slutty asks are always a fav)!!! Things got a little out of hand, so Steve ended up reeeallyyy subby in this, but I kinda like it, don't you?

Enjoy, sweetie, have a good day/night wherever you are🫶🫶🦋

In the name of patriotism / One-shot

Pairing: Inexperienced!Sub!Steve Rogers x Experienced!Soft!Domme!reader

Word count: 2,5k

Warnings: SMUUUUTT, oral (m receiving), soft domme reader, semi-public sex (oral behind the trees while there’s a party in the garden, ball-sucking, deepthroating, messy head, cum swallowing woop woop, dirty talk. Steve is very subby in this.

Summary: See delicious prompt above

“A-are you sure you’re okay w-with missing the f-f-fire-w-works?” he asks again, breath significantly more labored than just a minute ago - when you’d pinned him to the tree and gotten on your bare knees in the grass. 

As you look up at his face, an explosion of glittering gold and red fireworks fills the sky above him, illuminating his strong nose, high cheekbones and blond hair tousled by his own hands raking through it. You consider his words, feeling his bulge throb under your hands - where you have them paused at his zipper. The belt you just undid hangs limp on each side of your hands, signaling how fucking close you are to the one thing you’ve been thinking about for the last hour. 

Another glittering explosion in the sky, this one gold and silver, and his chest is heaving. 

“View’s pretty great from here,” you say, preening as you see his furrowed expression break up in helpless laughter. He shaks his head a little, but his cock throbs again, betraying how he really feels about that comment. 

It was by pure chance you walked by as Steve said it. You’d been on your way back from the bathroom when you’d halted outside the living room in Sam’s house and heard the boy’s talk through the crack in the door.

“Wait, nothing?” Sam asked incredulously. 

Steve’s voice came a moment later, sounding sheepish and maybe a bit abashed. 

“No. Not since the war. Sure, a kiss here and there, but you know me. I don’t get out much,” Steve’d said apologetically, and the resigned way he said it had set something off inside you. 

If there were three thing Steve Rogers was not to feel, it was inadequate, undeserving and unsatisfied. It was the whole reason you’d planned this combined birthday and 4th of July-celebration, goddamn it. For Steve to feel celebrated and loved, surrounded by loved ones, doing things he enjoyed. It had been an absolute banger of an evening, and you just got the idea of how to make the night even better for him. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t completely selfless. You did have a big ol’ crush on the man. Who didn’t? And if he hadn’t had a single sexual encounter in 70+ years, you were the perfet candidate to change that. 

So here you are, knees soaking in the dirt, hands dragging the zipper of his faded, blue jeans all the way down, your own breath growing choppy as you stare at the gray boxers hiding the thing you want most. There is already a wet patch in the fabric, right where the tip of his cock is outlined. Your mouth fucking salivates at the sight. 

He shifts where he stands, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, and you bask in how impatient he is, how much you can sense he wants it, even if he’s giving you every chance of an out. Polite, chivalrous man - how can he not see you’re dying to gag on his cock behind a tree in Sam’s garden - while the rest of the party’s conveniently occupied watching the fireworks? 

“I just - um - you just have to know I-I-I’m not pressuring you or -” he starts, stuttering so adorably, and his words dies on a gasp of breath as you reach up and lay your hand atop his boxer-clad cock, feeling it jump at the contact. He is so sensitive.

“Don’t you want it?” you ask. It’ll be agony having to tear yourself away at this point, but you’ll do it if he says no of course. You can tell he won’t though. 

“No! I mean yes! I do, I fucking do - God, so much - just-”

“Then be quiet,” you say softly. It’s honestly astounding seeing him so flustered, stumbling over his words like his mind is already going under. Big, strong man, Captain America himself, putty in your hands, fumbling and blushing, and his cock isn’t even out yet. It’s making you fucking soak your panties. 

His head thumps back against the tree and he exhales like he’s relieved. Relieved it’s actually happening despite him doing his part and checking your consent. Like you weren’t the one dragging him into the bushes and telling him to stay still, winking at him while you kneeled before him. 

A small sound escapes him as you pull his boxers down, letting his cock spring free before tucking the band of his boxers all the way under his balls - so you have proper access to him. You’ll accept no less, even given you have little space and even less time to do this before someone’s gonna come looking for you - it’s Steve’s party after all - and you’re the host. 

He’s fucking huge, intimidatingly so, even for you. He’s pale, bright pink on the tip, hair neatly trimmed by the base. He’s long and thick, prominent veins on the underside leading up to a pronounced head with a tight frenulum you can’t wait to tease with the tip of your tongue. You hold him gently by the base as you examine him, and a clear drop of precome trickle out the slit at the tip and down his shaft as you watch. It’s unreal how gorgeous he is. 

“Perfect,” you mutter, mostly to yourself, and meet his eyes as his head whips down to see you. A groan seems to tear itself from him as he lays eyes on you gazing at his cock from eye level. He ducks his head a little, almost like he’s trying to hide from the praise, and you see in the flashing light of the next firework that there’s a tell-tale blush high on his cheekbones. 

Oh, he liked that. 

You take him into your mouth as you hold his gaze, making him pay attention to every inch of himself disappearing slowly in between your lips. His mouth falls open as you work him deeper, tongue working to coat him in spit, cheeks hollowing in to add suction everytime you pull him out. You command he watches it all, and lets you see exactly what it does to him. 

His brows crunch together and rise on his forehead, his mouth gasping wider open, his face contorts almost to a grimace and you eagerly eat it all up as you work your mouth over him again and again. You gasp off him, and he gasps with you, sounding almost pained as you tease him with your tongue, running it from root to tip and back.

He throws his head back only to whip it down seconds later, unable to keep his eyes away from it, body shuddering each time you swipe the tip of your tongue from his frenulum to his tip, swiping at the spittle of precome that it coaxes out each time. 

You’re going pretty slow for someone who has such little time as you do, but you can tell it does it for him. He’s sensitive beyond all reason, and you know just a little more of this and some naughty words will get him right off that edge. 

“You like it?” you ask, moving your mouth down to take his balls into your mouth. 

He chokes on a groan as you latch on to one testicle, rolling it into your mouth and releasing it with a suctioning pop. His hands fists at his side before unclenching and reaching behind him, grabbing at the tree like it can save him. 

“Yes,” he gasps, desperately. 

You take his spit covered cock in your hand and jerk him off, fast and hard right off the bat, watching with preening satisfaction as his eyes clamp shut and his jaw drops, hips shifting restlessly, itching to thrust into your hand like he just can’t help but chase the pleasure. 

“Good. I want you to come for me. Don’t hold back when you reach that edge, give it all to me,” you say, voice deliciously raspy from taking him so deep, and he’s already nodding before you’re halfway through the sentence, putty in your hands. 

The fireworks above are going off full force now, painting the Captain in flashing colours of gold, red, silver, blue, green and purple, illuminating him like a fucking work of art as he gasps and groans, bites his lips red, saliva coating them and running out the side of his mouth to trickle down to his jaw. He’s such an open book, honest, body shameless in its pleasure even as he blushes bright red as he meets your eyes, seeing you staring unabashedly as you keep jerking him, suckling the other testicle. 

You take him back into your mouth, pressing him all the way back and into your throat. He sounds almost alarmed as you take him down your throat again and again, pushing your limits to give him that ultimate pleasure, working what you can’t get into your mouth with a spit covered hand. 

To his credit, he stays almost perfectly still like you told him to, only moving his hips whatever inches he can’t seem to control - and also trembling more and more as he nears his peak, moaning almost continually. 

“Fuck,” he swears at one point, and his hand flies out to tangle in your hair, holding on with a grip that alludes to unmatched violence but keeps to a desperate cling instead, a simple gesture to keep himself grounded. You groan around his cock, encouraging and maybe a bit patronizing, even as you gag around him before pulling off with a gasp. 

“Come on, baby, I’m right here. I want it all,” you say in between suckling and messily kissing the tip of his cock, jerking him for real now, hauling him to the edge. 

He whimpers at your words, and you relish the vulnerability of it, how he gives himself to you so entirely.

“I want your come, sweet thing, I can feel you want to give it to me,” you say, earning another desperate whimper. 

“Be good and come for me. That’s it, I’m right here, give it to me,” you babble, and his hips are thrusting into your wet fist now, mindlessly chasing that edge as his eyes lock with yours, pupils blown wide, mind empty but for your words and his need to come. It’s an absolutely gorgeous fucking sight and you don’t want to go a single day without it from now on. 

You take him back down your throat and he comes fast. How can he not, it’s his first blowie in 70+ years, maybe ever - you haven’t asked him yet. Also, you’d be insulted if he didn’t come fast, given how much work you’re putting in, taking him all the way into your throat and drenching both his cock, balls and your own chin in your saliva. 

You feel the way his muscles tense up long before it happens, like his whole body is going to combust on the spot, and then this tiniest, most vulnerable sound leaves him, like a choked whimper mixed with an almost woeful sigh. And then his cock is pulsing deliciously in your mouth, throbbing as he explodes, and you hum low and long in encouragement as he gives you everything he’s got, shaking and trembling through it all. Bark splinters off the tree he’s pinned against as his fists clench through it, and his cum is thick and salty and perfect on your tongue, coming out in such intense, forceful spurts you nearly choke on it. 

The fireworks are dwindling a bit in the sky, but you can still enjoy the sight of Steve going limp, head thumping back against the tree as he puts a hand through his hair, the other coming forth to cradle your jaw as you keep his throbbing cock in your mouth long after you’ve swallowed all the cum.

You gently release him, coo at him when he hisses from the sensitivity, and tuck him gently back into his pants, doing up the fly and belt before kissing his bulge lovingly, hoping for a swift reunion. 

Ever the gentleman, he helps you with gentle hands as you get up on your feet and before you can really think on what comes next, he’s kissing you. He cradles you close with one arm around your shoulder while the other cups your jaw and his embrace is warm and tender and needy and perfect. You put your arms around his torso, holding him tight and kissing him back, letting his tongue snake into your mouth, loving that he isn’t averse to his own taste. 

You kiss long and sweetly, unrushed, and you think maybe this should’ve come before the blowjob but Steve doesn’t seem too unhappy about the turn of events, turning you around to pin you against the tree as he plasters himself against you.  Are you tripping, or is he hard again? 

The chatter of the party comes back to life, and you break the kiss to murmur against Steve’s lips. 

“We should get back to the rest before they get suspicious.”

“Why?” Steve asks casually, and it’s your time to blush from the blatant lack of care he has for the possibility of people finding you like this. You giggle and slap his chest playfully. 

“Because, it’s your party and I’m the host,” you say, but it’s a nonsense reason. You could just stay like this until everyone’s left and it’d be okay with you. Maybe you could suck him some more. 

“Would you like to stay after? I’d like…um…” he seems to struggle to put to words what he wants, kissing you hard before just saying “more”. 

You giggle again and he smiles against your lips. 

“You’re so good with your words, Captain” you tease. 

He groans and his arms pull at your hips to grind his bulge into your stomach. 

“Nothin' like you. Fuck, that fucking mouth of yours drove me crazy,” he groans, never pulling back more than just enough to get his words out between your mingling breaths. “I’d like to return the favor.”

And a thrill goes up your spine and shivers down it at the promise in his voice, the breathless desire that manifests there, and you nod eagerly just as Sam’s voice cuts through the chatter out in the yard, calling for both you and Steve.

[missvelvetsstuff]

With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

Notes: this story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female and above average height.

Chapter 8

Warnings: swearing, a little angst, a little fluff

The next morning Helen Cho examined Nat and gave her a clean bill of health. In her report to Tony she noted that Nats vision had likely returned weeks ago but she had rescheduled her appointments multiple times, confirming his belief that Nat was stringing them along.

When the room Nat had been living in was cleaned the maintenance worker brought a box of items that were left behind to Tony's office where he was having a quick lunch with Pepper.

As Pepper went through the few items, Nats bandages went in the trash, books returned to the library but a pair of blue boxer briefs caught her attention.

"Tony? Were these Natashas? They don't look like they would fit her."

Tony looked at the offending item curiously

"While I can't say for sure as I have no idea what she wears or what size, those don't look like they would fit her." He held them up to his waist and chuckled, "Don't look like mine, like I would ever wear some poly blend, but I have an idea."

He cleared his throat

"FRIDAY? Could you tell Rogers I need to speak with him when he has a moment?"

"Of course, Boss." The AI replied.

A few hours later Steve knocked on Tony's office door "What's up, Stark?"

Tony chuckled "Just working on a little mystery. Look familiar?" He picked the briefs and showed them to Steve whose eyes grew wide when he recognized them.

Steve turned red and stuttered nervously, unsure where this was going "oh uh yeah, th those are mine. They caught in the dryer or something?"

Tony smiled menacingly "Nope. They were in Romanoffs room. Any idea why that would be?"

Steve chuckled "I uh I don't know. I went to talk to her a couple of times, trying to understand her point of view but, I'm ugh I don't know."

Tony shook his head "You're A shit liar Rogers. Just come clean so I don't have to check the footage from her room."

Steve tried to bluff "What do you mean Stark? What are you trying to accuse me of?"

Tony looked him in the eye "Jesus, Steve are you really unable to admit you were still fucking her? After everything you both did, how badly you hurt Y/N and you still couldn't let her go? Must be some enchanted pussy."

Steve flinched "It's none of your business who I'm intimate with, Tony. She's gone so let it go."

Tony tsked "I don't really see it that way since she was a duplicitous bitch and your continued association speaks to your character. I need to know what else you've hidden from the team and I want your word that you will leave Y/N alone."

Steve shook his head "No. I'm not hiding anything that you need to know and I'm definitely not giving you shit. If I want to pursue Y/N and try to fix what I've done it's between me and her."

Tony folded his arms over his chest "If it potentially messes with my team then I need to know. I guess you can try to fix things but that doesn't mean I have to make it easy for you. That poor girl has been thru enough, why can't you just let her and Barnes be happy."

"Never thought I'd see you stand up for Bucky, Stark."

Tony shrugged "Never thought you'd turn out to be a lying POS. Winter Soldier aside he seems a better man than you."

"Fine, Tony I have things to do." Steve stalked out, fuming.

On his way to his room he passed the common room where Rainbow and Bucky were cuddled up on the couch, quietly talking with lots of giggles and kissy noises.

Steve scoffed "Don't you both have private rooms where you can ahem fondue instead of hanging all over each other out here? What happened to modesty?" he grumbled as he walked off.

Bucky and Rainbow looked at each other confused at Steve's outburst. Bucky shrugged she giggled and they went back to their bubble until Sam showed up.

Sam grinned at them "Well, aren't you love birds just adorable." He started singing "Rainbow and Bucky, sittin in a tree, K I S S I N G-" He teased.

Bucky blushed before he glared at Sam, cutting him off, not wanting him to make Rainbow uncomfortable.

"Grow up, Sam. You'd think you had never seen a happy couple. Must have been one Hell of a dry spell."

Sam laughed "Nah, I just enjoy getting you flustered."

Bucky had enough and raised his voice "You need to stop-"

Rainbow softly touched his cheek and Bucky closed his eyes and leaned into her hand, Sam all but forgotten

"It's ok Jamie, he doesn't bother me. Nothing else matters when I'm with you."

Sam smirked "Aawww, ain't you the

cutest.

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About a month after Nat left the compound, there was a fundraiser for the New York library. Bucky and Rainbow were hesitant to join the team on a nite out but Tony did everything short of calling it mandatory so they agreed to shut him up.

Details about the triangle with Rainbow, Nat and Steve had been leaked including some racey pics, everyone assumed by Nat, and the teams popularity took a hit. Steve's approval rating was down more than anyone besides Nat.

Unfortunately they received funding from multiple governments and other rich benefactors besides Tony and the negative numbers made some of them twitchy. Tony was convinced that coming out together and showing a United front would help.

There hadn't been any huge incidents that required Avengers level intervention so Rainbow and Bucky hadn't been on any missions while he taught her how to fight hand to hand.

Steve was doing everything he could think of to get alone time with Rainbow but distracting Bucky wasn't enough. The entire team worked to keep Steve away from her which made him short tempered. He disappeared for a few hours at least 3 late nights a week and would be less awful the next morning but it didn't last long.

Everyone assumed he was hooking up but only Tony had a good inkling of who Steve was meeting up with, which meant she was still in town.

That concerned Tony. After the reveal of Nats multiple faces he didn't trust her, or Steve's, intentions so kept a close eye on Steve and kept the other eye open for her to try to worm or cheat her way back on to the team. Or cause them more damage. He couldn't find any trace of her or evidence that she was up to something but knew they hadn't seen the last of her. Tony kept it all to himself so that he wasn't needlessly worrying the team, who all had their own suspicions.

He had FRIDAY watching out for her without any luck, knowing that her particular skill set would help her stay under the radar.

Wanda and Rainbow went shopping to find outfits for the library gala. Rainbow found the perfect dress, a pastel ombre floor length gown with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neckline.(like Faith Hills 2002 Oscar dress).

Rainbow was so excited, her first event as an official Avenger and a chance to dress up and go out on Bucky's arm.

She was also nervous about such a big event and all the people that would be there. It wasn't Tony's event or his venue so she was a little nervous about security and Nat trying to pull something.

Or Steve trying to get her and Bucky apart. Steve and Nats deception made her nervous and skittish about trusting anyone but Bucky, Sam, Tony, Bruce and Wanda. Steve was another story, he kept pursuing her but never even apologized for what he had done, trying to convince her it didn't happen how she remembered.

The day of the event Pepper called in a beauty team to help get the ladies ready so they could relax. They gossiped and giggled about the men in their lives, over champagne, carefully avoiding any mention of Steve or Nat.

Once it was time to go they went to the lobby to meet their men who were waiting, mostly patiently.

When Bucky saw Rainbow his mouth dropped open and his eyes darkened. It took him a moment to speak

"Damn doll, you look more beautiful every time I see you. All the men there are gonna be green with envy when they see my girl." He kissed the back of her hand.

Rainbow admired Bucky's all black look with a small splash of color in a pocket square that matched her dress.

Sam was also there with a very cute girl from the research team, they had bonded over Red Wing. Lauren was very sweet and a little crazy and not used to the kind of attention Sam lavished on her but she loved it.

As they headed towards the stretch SUV a familiar but unwelcome voice called out "Oh good, I got here just in time." And proceeded to insert himself between Bucky and Rainbow, hand on her lower back as he opened the car door for her.

Rainbow pulled away from Steve with a look of disgust on her face, Bucky bumped Steve with his shoulder to force him away from Rainbow.

Steve scoffed "Isn't this whole outing supposed to show we are still a united team, ready to work together and protect humanity? Who's going to buy that if everyone is giving me dirty looks and flinching away?"

Tony sighed "Dammit, he's right. We need to just hold our noses and look like one happy family." He looked at Rainbow sadly "You should probably dance with him at least once just for show."

Bucky shook his head "No fucking way, he needs to keep his hands off of her." his arm went around her shoulder and pulled Rainbow closer to him.

She looked in his eyes, touching his cheek softly "They're right but it's ok, Jamie. I don't want to be separated from you but it's only a dance or two and I can take care of myself."

Bucky sighed then glared at Steve "I swear to god Steve, you hurt one hair on her head and I'll kill you in your sleep."

He helped Rainbow into the car and scooted in after her before Steve could get between them and sit next to her.

The drive was tense, the lighthearted vibe from earlier was gone thanks to Steve's insistence on being part of the group, without regard to the feelings of anyone else. Bucky had Rainbow pulled close to him while giving Steve his best Winter Soldier stare.

When they arrived the door was opened to the red carpet, shorter than your typical Hollywood event but enough to let fans and paparazzi get a look at the Avengers.

Of course Tony and Pepper went first with a positive reaction of applause and shouting.

Wanda and Vision were next with a similar reaction from the crowd and camera flashes popping everywhere.

Rainbow stepped out of the car and the crowd erupted. Applause, whistles, shouting and requests for autographs and selfies. She smiled nervously, never having expected so much love.

Bucky followed her and received a positive response, if a bit muted.

Steve stepped out of the car and the crowd went silent, all that could be heard was whispers and flashes. Then a smattering of boos and hisses sounded and Steve clenched his jaw before striding past everyone and into the library.

Tony shrugged and smirked at the crowd and led everyone inside to stop at the bar first.

After snacking on some appetizers to offset the alcohol she was drinking Rainbow wandered around the room, holding Bucky's arm and chatting with the people Tony introduced them to.

Then came some speeches about the money raised and the good work the libraries did. A couple of local celebrities performed and then the music started. Steve appeared out of nowhere to grab Rainbows arm and drag her to the dance floor. She started to pull back before she remembered what Tony said, united front- happy family, and tried to relax in his arms.

She was doing well until a short, curvy blonde in a strapless, glittery, red dress with a cut outs and a slit high up her thigh approached Bucky. Rainbow didn't recognize her face but there was something familiar about her. Bucky shook his head but the woman wouldn't take no for an answer so he finally gave in, emphasizing that he would only give her one dance.

When the song ended Rainbow and Bucky pulled away from their dance partners, practically running back into each others arms. They swayed to a slow song, staring into each others eyes like they were the only people in the world.

A more lively song started and Bucky pulled her into the simple swing dance moves making her sport a real smile. When he went to spin her the crowd seemed to move together to come between them and Rainbow ended up in Steve's arms. He worked to move them down a hallway towards the bathrooms where Rainbow saw something that made her chest ache.

The sultry blond in the red dress was kissing Bucky hard, hands in his hair pulling him closer to her. When Rainbow saw, a gasp left her mouth and the blonde woman barely pulled back from Bucky to quickly smirk at her before pulling Bucky back to kiss him again. Steve turned Rainbow before she could see Bucky pushing the woman away and wiping all traces of her from his lips while looking for her. Rainbow felt a pinch in her neck and everything went black.

Bucky looked around frantically for Rainbow but her, Steve and the blonde woman were nowhere in sight. He moved through the crowd in the direction Steve had been moving, through the hall past the bathrooms to the service entrance but they were gone.

Bucky raced back into the main room, searching for Wanda first in the hopes that her powers could help find Rainbow.

He grabbed Wanda's hand and pulled her to interrupt Tony and Peppers dance and blurted out

"She's gone! Natasha was here and helped Steve separate us and now they're all gone."

Chapter 9

[galaxyhux624]

coda to my fic miles to go, aka part three of blueprints 'verse. originally requested by an anon and posted at some point in august 2021

--

June 2018

New Orleans was celebrating its three hundredth anniversary, which was good, because Steve needed an excuse for why he was going.

Of course, absolutely zero percent of the Avengers actually believed him, but still. He made a big deal about it and they were all of them too tactful to point out the obvious. As he shouldered his carry-on and got ready to head out to JFK International Natasha stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Steve,” she said, quietly. Then she looked at his face, and she stopped talking. She stepped back. After a moment she said only,

“You be careful, okay?” and he gave her a curt nod before going downstairs. One of Tony’s drivers was waiting at the entrance with a car, supplied by Jarvis. Steve slipped into the backseat and tapped on the divider separating him from the front, and the car started off.

--

The flight itself was smooth, just over five hours, but Steve himself was a jangle of nerves and by the time they landed at Louis Armstrong he had nearly talked himself out of the whole endeavor. What the fuck was he doing? He had no idea what he hoped to gain from this, this completely inane and fruitless quest. It wasn’t like he could expect Bucky to drop everything the second he saw Steve, step away from Rumlow and say something like, Oh, I see. Yes, I made a mistake two years ago. Stevie, I’m sorry. I’ll come home now. That wasn’t going to happen, and Steve wasn’t sure what the fuck else he was doing here.

Whatever he saw, it was just going to hurt. The only reason he even knew Bucky and Rumlow were still here was because he had the trackers placed in Rumlow’s phone and because SHIELD would be notified (and in turn notify Steve) if Rumlow moved. Not to mention Steve had never made it totally clear to Rumlow if there were any restrictions on him going to any other states aside from Virginia and New York (there weren’t, but Rumlow had no reason to know that).

— well, that and the fact that Steve had spoken to Bucky every three weeks, like clockwork, since he’d left. Bucky had kept that end of the deal as faithfully as he’d ever done anything. Their whole lives Bucky had been like that. Faithful, loyal, dependable, determined. Traits Hydra had taken and twisted and warped for their own use and their own liking and fuck, fuck Rumlow, fuck him for manipulating Bucky, for convincing him he wasn’t complicit in the role Hydra had played, for convincing him that he (Rumlow) was the least evil thing that had come out of the seventy years of hell Hydra had put Bucky through and as such Bucky could and should trust him and remain with him.

It was Stockholm syndrome, plain and simple. There was no way around it. Steve had spent a while after Bucky left trying to figure out if there were any laws against a victim going back to their abuser, especially in a case like this, but there weren’t, and Steve had taken to sending Bucky texts every few days: you ok, buck? or, need anything? until Bucky had finally texted him back a string of exasperated-looking emojis followed by: stop worrying am fine, ps still have a metal arm so i can take care of myself u kno, and then a heart (blue), and Steve had forced himself to back off.

(If backing off could still be considered as such when it constituted Steve continuing to call or expect Bucky’s call every twenty-one days, listening frantically for codes every time Rumlow’s phone rang [whatever codes were hidden in make sure you bring Progresso next time, my partner can’t eat that store brand shit] and just generally… really not backing off at all.)

In any case he didn’t know why he was here/what he was going to do. But the taxi driver was waiting for him outside the airport and it was suffocatingly hot, so Steve put his carry-on into the back, slid in after it, gave the driver the hotel address, and closed his eyes.

--

He called Bucky once he was settled in his room, staring out at the city skyline in the distance. Bucky answered after four rings, sounding like he’d just woken up (it was almost four in the afternoon; what the hell were they doing) and a little confused (it was only two weeks since they’d last spoken; okay, it was only ten days since they’d last spoken, what the hell, Steve had never been great at math):

“Steve?”

In the background, a muffled grunt.

“Hey, Buck.” Steve smiled, making sure it showed in his voice. It wasn’t hard to smile when he heard Bucky talk, anyway. He’d missed that voice so much. Even after four years of having him back it was still something of a novelty to hear it again. “I know it’s early for me to call — ”

“Yeah,” Bucky said. “Is uh, is everything — ”

“Everything’s fine,” Steve said. He bit his lip, leaning against the wall. “I just — I was thinking about you.”

Bucky didn’t answer for a few seconds. In the background, Steve heard rustling, and then a voice, muffled, low. Bucky’s response was a little muted, like he was covering the speaker with his hand, but Steve heard it anyway: — be a minute, don’t know what’s going on. Then he was back:

“Oh. Well, hi.”

“Hi.” Steve swallowed. He really hadn’t thought this through as well as he should have. He hadn’t really thought it was the greatest idea in the world, but Bucky never went to New York, because Rumlow couldn’t go. Bucky hadn’t seen Steve or any of the others in two years and Steve missed him, he missed his face. Sometimes they did video calls but it wasn’t often and it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. Steve wanted —

— fuck. He wanted to see Bucky, and he knew that it wasn’t possible, because Bucky couldn’t know he was here. But he wanted it. He knew Bucky wasn’t going to suddenly wake up from his insane nightmare and realize his mistake and come home. He knew that. But —

“Are you doing anything special today?” Steve asked, before his thoughts could continue to spiral. “I know it’s the 300th anniversary of the city this year, so I just wondered — ”

“Uh-uh,” Bucky said. He sounded like he was moving. Steve heard a door, and then a light shift in the ambient sounds around him. “No, we don’t — we don’t like going out much.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. Don’t ask him don’t ask him don’t ask — “Does he keep you inside?” He winced when he heard it come out of his mouth, but there it was. Stale, hanging in the air. Sick and weak and possessive.

Bucky sighed.

“Steve… you know he doesn’t. We’ve talked about this.”

“I know. I’m just — ”

“I know you’re worried, Stevie. Wish you wouldn’t be, though. ’s been over two years, pal, and you know I’m fine here. We’re both fine here.”

Something caught in the back of Steve’s throat. He had to cover his mouth for a second to keep from screaming what he really wanted into the phone, which was, Why can’t you be fine in Manhattan with me? Why can’t I be enough for you again like I was? When the urge subsided he said,

“I know, and I’m sorry, Buck. It’s just — it’s still hard. For me.”

“Yeah.” Another sigh. “I know.” He shifted a little; whatever he was sitting on creaked. He asked,

“Well, what are you doing? Some kinda big saving the world thing going on?”

“No — ” Steve swallowed again. He really, really hadn’t thought this through. “It’s been pretty quiet on that end recently. Just… hanging out. Thought — ” fuck, he was going to lie, he hated lying — “thought about walking around Central Park later, maybe.”

“Oh, right.” Bucky was almost smiling, or something. “I miss that place.”

Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it —

“You could come back and visit, you know.”

“Yeah, but the Com- but Rumlow can’t,” Bucky said. Steve winced; he knew, he’d always known Bucky called Rumlow by his old title, like they were still out in the field together, like Rumlow still had that fucking hold over him, and Bucky always tried not to say it when they were talking, but he slipped, because it was habit for him, because they lived together, because Bucky wanted to be here, he wanted to be with Rumlow, that fucking manipulative bastard, the liar, the piece of shit who had ruined Steve’s life, who had ruined Bucky’s life, and Bucky had just run back to him like a beaten dog returning to the hand that fed it scraps after it dropped the cane —

“I just don’t underst— ”

“Steve. C'mon. We’ve talked about this a hundred times, pal. I don’t wanna go to Manhattan by myself. I don’t wanna go without Rumlow. Okay? I really, really wish you’d quit asking.”

The thing caught in the back of Steve’s throat again. He thought he knew what Natasha had wanted to say to him right before he’d left the tower. Don’t try and coerce Bucky into coming back. He knows it’s what you want and it’s unfair to him because it isn’t what he wants. He’s never going to see you like you want him to again and if he saw you physically he wouldn’t change his mind, because he lived with you for almost two years and he had to manipulate you into letting him go. You need to respect his wishes now.

Steve knew — he knew he was finding it

(impossible)

hard to believe that Bucky could make his own decisions, and that they were rational, competent, well thought-out decisions. He knew the ugly bare simple truth of why he was here: he wanted to drag Bucky back home. Whether he wanted to go or not. It wasn’t fair Steve had gone in the fucking ice, killed himself for Bucky, come back, dragged himself through three years of hell in the twenty-first century, gone through Rumlow’s betrayal, the collapse of his entire life with SHIELD, gotten Bucky back, and then lost him again to the same fucker who had sat back with a cigarette and his legs crossed and let Bucky get raped over and over again, fucking gotten him ready for it like an animal dressed for the slaughter —

“Steve?” Bucky’s voice, crackling a little over the phone. Steve hadn’t said anything in almost a minute, and he hurried to wipe his eyes and force that smile back on his face.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m sorry. That’s — it’s not my business. I know I’m overstepping. I’m — it won’t happen again.”

“All right.” Bucky sighed, very softly. Then he said, “Look, Stevie, I gotta go — ”

“Sure, pal.” Steve closed his eyes. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said. “Bye, Stevie.” Then he hung up, and Steve fell back on his unmade bed, and he stared at the ceiling, and he didn’t cry, and he didn’t cry, and he didn’t cry.

--

He had the hotel room booked for three days. He lasted until about six in the evening before deciding what the hell, it was summertime, and he was in New Orleans. It would stay light out until after eight and there was no reason for him to stay in the room just because he’d shamed himself trying to make that phone call. It was a big city and he didn’t have to stay within any strict boundaries, he could go anywhere he wanted. He slipped on some sunglasses and a baseball cap before heading out. For the heat. Not to disguise himself. For the heat.

In the lobby he picked up a tourist guide. It mentioned a few places but the only one that sounded familiar to Steve from his conversations with Bucky was Café du Monde. It didn’t mean anything he was going somewhere Bucky mentioned regularly. He liked trying out things based off recommendations, that was all. He had multiple albums of Marvin Gaye’s now and he would’ve never gotten into that music if it hadn’t been for Sam, after all. Lots of people liked coffee. Steve liked coffee. It was fine.

He walked until he reached the Quarter, then headed down Decatur. There were a lot of signs out advertising the three hundredth anniversary of the city. The whole street was suffused in the same cloying, nauseating heat from the airport, though this close to the river it was (slightly) lessened. No one looked twice at him which was good; again, not that he was trying to hide, but he wanted to get to the café without being hounded for his autograph. By the time he reached it there was a line; the evening rush, he supposed. Across the street there was a cathedral with a clock chiming the quarter-hour; fifteen minutes to seven. Steve walked into Jackson Square and sat on a bench, watching the rumbling constant mass of people, glancing over his shoulder occasionally to see if the line was easing up at the café (it wasn’t). At some point he looked back and saw the cathedral doors opening, letting out parishioners from the late afternoon Mass. The last time Steve had been inside a church, the whole Mass had been in Latin, and he was curious to see what it would look like now. So he straightened up, sparing one final glance at the café, and walked to the church. Whatever he’d been telling himself about why he was here before he was positive Bucky and Rumlow wouldn’t be in the cathedral. Bucky had been only slightly more Catholic than Steve, and Steve highly doubted Rumlow had any type of religious affiliations at all. As he walked inside he tugged off his hat; pushed his sunglasses up into his hair. The last of the parishioners were leaving and Steve held the door leading from the church proper into the foyer, then stepped inside — and stopped.

Middle row. Midway up the pews. Even from a distance, even from the back, Steve could tell it was Bucky. The metal arm was bare and glistening in the dim light. His hair was down except for a small, thin braid on the left. He had his head bowed. He was sitting with his right shoulder pressed tightly to —

To —

Steve felt every ounce of energy leave his body in a sudden, dizzying rush. He sat almost without thinking in the pew nearest him, then changed his mind, moved up. He knew how to be stealthy and how to stay invisible when he needed, but it was hard to remember his training in here, where everything was cavernous and echoed and there was so, so much space, and Bucky was sitting there with him, with Rumlow, with that fucking asshole, and how dare he be in a church. How could someone like Rumlow set foot in God’s house without bursting into flames? What the fuck kind of fucking disrespect, Steve should rush out, go in through the back, get the priest —

He was hidden neatly behind a pillar, hardly breathing. His hearing was serum-enhanced even without the aid of the massive echoey chamber they were in, so it wasn’t difficult at all for him to hear the conversation:

“You okay?” Bucky. The mechanisms of his arm whirring softly. He’d straightened and was looking at Rumlow, only at Rumlow. He wore a soft-looking reddish shirt Steve had never seen, and jeans.

Rumlow shrugged. He was staring straight ahead, slight line of tension in his jaw. “‘s just… weird,” he muttered. “Just… being in here. Feels weird.”

Steve saw Bucky’s hand creep between their thighs. He must have curled their fingers together because Rumlow glanced over at him, and Steve’s heart shattered on the fucking floor at the expression on his face. It was raw and clean and there was absolutely no hatred or malice and Steve shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be looking at them, he shouldn’t —

— Rumlow didn’t deserve Bucky, he didn’t deserve to look at Bucky like that, he hadn’t grown up with him, he hadn’t served in the war with him, he —

“We don’t have to keep coming back,” Bucky was saying, soft. “It’s what I told you a month ago — ”

But Rumlow was shaking his head. “I don’t mind it so much during the week,” he said. “When it’s not crowded ‘n it’s just a half-hour. It’s okay.”

Bucky smiled at him. His smile was so breathtaking. Steve’s heart wrenched further. Fuck, Rumlow didn’t deserve to be smiled at like that, least of all by Bucky. Bucky should have driven a knife into his throat years ago; yanked it out and let Rumlow bleed out onto the ground, his jugular pulsing steadily, throbbing, slowly subsiding, and Bucky just standing there watching the life leave his eyes while Rumlow twitched uselessly and glared at him and finally stilled.

Instead, here and now, Bucky leaned over and kissed Rumlow’s cheek. Steve closed his eyes. When he opened them again Bucky and Rumlow had straightened up and left the pew. They were heading down the aisle, and Steve turned helplessly to watch. Rumlow leaned in as they neared the foyer and whispered something in Bucky’s ear. It was too low for even Steve to catch, but it made Bucky snort. He whispered back,

“Da, Komandir,”

and Steve jumped to his feet. He moved fast (Sam would’ve been jealous) back to the hotel. He packed what little he’d unpacked. He checked out early —

“Sorry, something’s come up,”

— and was on the red-eye back to Manhattan by ten p.m. And although alcohol didn’t do shit to affect him anymore, he ordered three whiskey and Cokes and knocked them back, one after the other, as the plane hummed on steadily through the dark sky.

[sarahowritesostucky]

im craving some steve/bucky/reader!

will you ever add to Worth The Wait? pleeese??🌷or maybe write a mfm fic that's set in the mcu? I'm dying for a good stucky/reader endgame fix it, and you write the best m/f sex scenes! 😳

Hi! I will add to Worth the Wait, one day. I have a lot of rotating projects and I'll admit that one isn't at the top of the list.

And I was brainstorming some kind of Endgame fix-it fic idea with an ofc/reader x Stucky pairing, and here's what I came up with:

I wanted to write a fic with more canon elements of the MCU (as I realized that I write very few canon-set fics and almost exclusively AUs). I wanted to write an ofc/reader with a super unique backstory, and hoo-boy, did I ever! I took a lot of inspiration from the galaxy as depicted in the Guardians of the Galaxy movies. This fic will be posted as a one-shot fic, whenever I get around to writing it.

A Stucky x Reader fic, set in the MCU during and after the events of Endgame:

Reader is from another planet - yes, literally.

You're a refugee from a planet that didn't want you (The Sovereign--Aka "the gold people" from Guardians 2.)

Long story short, those people disdain sexual (aka uncontrolled) reproduction. Your Mother was banished for becoming naturally pregnant by an inferior genetic (a Xandarian)

You have mixed genes: slightly gold skin from your Sovereign genes, and blue eyes and brown hair from your Xandarian father. (And since the Sovereign control reproduction strictly, there are no other mixed race Sovereign people like you in existance)

You narrowly escape Thanos' destruction of Xandar, and wind up hitching a ride, post-blip, with Nebula and rocket on the Milano. They take you to Terra to meet their friends after completing one of their post-blip scouting missions.

There you meet Steve, a Terran, and the two of you become friends. He suggests that you consider staying, as you have no real homeworld. You accept.

Eventually, you develop romantic feelings for each other. You decide to be brave and you walk up to him one day, asking if he wants to mate.

"Uh ... do you mean date?" he stutters. Then when you repeat yourself, the two of you proceed to have a long conversation about male-female relationships in Terran culture.

There's a lot to learn about the differences between Terrans and your own kind. For instance: Terrans don't have genders! ("gender" means something completely different on Terra).

Steve has to learn all about what it means for him, as the boyfriend of an omega-gendered woman. (update: he's a fast learner😉)

Steve loves that you're omega. Your nesting and scenting and purring instincts always make him smile. He loves how submissive and touch-focused you are with him, that he can make you melt into a puddle just by gripping your neck.

And he loves your heats. He's fascinated by the way your body changes and the way you start behaving. You can tell it turns him on, to see you getting needy and aroused, and he is very good at helping you through your heat.

He doesn't have a knot, but aside from that part of anatomy, his genitals are a very pleasing size compared to the Xandarian males you've been with in the past. Plus: he has the serum, so he's able to keep pace with the demands of your heat!

When you were at the peak of your heat that first time, half-delirious and begging for a knot, Steve got creative and tried the only thing he could think of: his hand! (fun fact: it's bigger than a knot😉). You now joke that you're a "size queen" in every sense of the word

Your romance with Steve is going well, when Steve and the others figure out a way to potentially reverse the blip: time travel.

You're conflicted, because it's all very dangerous and you're scared of losing Steve and the family and home you've found on Terra. But you know they have to try.

It works. And after the final battle, after you've been scraped out of the wreckage and laid Tony Stark to rest, you finally get to meet the man you've heard so much about: Bucky Barnes.

You can see the change in Steve, with his best friend back. He's happier, lighter, his full self in a way he wasn't before.

Over the course of a few months, you become close friends with Bucky as well. You and Steve don't even have to have a discussion about where Bucky will be staying: It's with you.

The three of you decide to go to Wakanda for a time. You're excited because you hear that the African Terrans' culture is very different from the Terrans in New York.

In Wakanda, you grow even closer with Bucky, and you decide to bring up the idea of partnering with Bucky at dinner one night.

Bucky just about spits his mouthful of wine across the table.

Apparently, three-way relationships are not the norm in Terran culture. Bucky and Steve get very pink in the cheeks at first about it (something you've learned means they are aroused, embarrassed, or both).

Steve splutters and stumbles a lot, but once Bucky shrugs and suggests that the three of you spend a night in bed together, Steve gets very quiet and won't stop looking at Bucky for a long time. (You grin, because you think he looks at Bucky like he want to mate him😉)

Later, after the three of you spend your first (amazing) night together, Bucky privately explains to you that he and Steve have never been intimate before, and that back in "their time" two males weren't allowed to be together like that.

You're astounded by these things about Terran culture and history that you're constantly learning, but you have two very good teachers in your mates boyfriends Bucky and Steve.

Terrans can't bond, but they do hold ceremonies to commit to life partners. So, after a year of living in Wakanda together, you, Steve and Bucky decide to have a "wedding." You are mated married on the palace's grand terrace, under the Wakandan sunset.

That night, you consummate the marriage, and that's the first time that you take both Bucky and Steve inside of your body at the same time. (spoiler: it's amazing😉)

You've already told them about bonding. They don't have glands in their neck like you do, but they've agreed to honor your traditions as well, and they both bite you that night.

You thought it would be purely symbolic, since they're both Terran, but it turns out that Terrans do have pheromones to some degree, and so shockingly, you can feel a euphoric rush when it happens.

You experience that intense closeness and intimacy of a bond with them, and even though it's not the same for them, over time, both Bucky and Steve confide that they feel a change as well.

Maybe it's a bond, and maybe it isn't. Who knows? Who cares? It's love, of that much you're certain. And that's all you need to know.

Yeah, so. This'll get written somewhere down the line. Hope it wasn't too far out there for ya 😆

[povlvr]

7 • A Bitter Blow | YLGSE

Pairing: Mob Boss Bucky x Baker Reader

Summary: After leaving the club will Bucky follow you? How will you cope with the knowledge that Yelena betrayed you & will the Mob Boss accept your decision?

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, love bombing, betrayal, swearing, slightly horny thoughts, Mob Boss Bucky, Mob Business.

A/N: I was going to post a one shot this weekend but I didn't want to leave you hanging! Let me know what you think!!

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He fucked up, he knew it the second his eyes found yours amongst the crowd, he had let his insecurities & imposter syndrome take the bait that Natasha had obviously set up for him, hook, line & sinker. He would need all of his strength not to put a bullet between her eyes for doing it, but he knew ultimately, they were his actions & he had to be accountable for them. He should have made it perfectly clear that he wanted nothing to do with those girls & he didn’t have any intention of letting it go further than it already had, at least that’s what he was telling himself.

The look on your face he knew would keep him awake at night, sure there was anger but the ease at which you looked like you accepted it threw him, as if you were already prepared for him to hurt you. There was no point chasing after you, as much as every fibre of his being urged him to find you & tell you it was all for show & it meant nothing, it would just end up with raised voices & him probably saying things he didn’t mean because he had been backed into a corner of his own making. Instead, he shook off the two blondes latched onto him then watched as you said something to Nat’s sister, down your drink then leave, without her, he wasted no time himself & without a word to anyone got up & left.

Earlier that night

The deal with stark had finally been done, he had spent the entire week burning the candle at both ends, meeting after meeting in all hours of the night interspersed with visits to your bakery to spend pockets of time with you over coffee when he could & he was never far from his phone to text you when he couldn’t make it in person. He might have been out of practice dating, but he found the need to be around you at all times helped keep all his attention trained on you when it wasn’t caught up with work, making sure to send you gifts to apologise for his absence & promising to make it up at the weekend where he had planned to completely spoil you silly, despite you insisting that you understood he was busy & the presents were not necessary.

Sat in his office breathing out all the tension he had been harbouring during the week he was relishing the thought of an evening of peace, he knew you had been roped into a night out so wanted to remain sober & free just in case you needed him to collect you, something he was persistent on since you told him you were going out. He would rather get up at 2am & make sure you were safe than you risk an uber & end up in danger, but you were stubborn as they got it would seem & refused a driver.

Steve, Sam & Natasha aka the three stooges barged in unannounced looking like they were on some sort of mission waylaying his plans to call you before you left for the night, it irked him that they would dare walk in without so much of a knock, Chanel no doubt on a break or left for the day. He scribbled down a note on his pad about installing a remote lock on the door, so he could be left undisturbed or maybe for when you visited to fulfil the fantasy of him bending you over his desk.

Sam clicked his fingers in front of his boss’s eyes who looked as though he was lost in his head somewhere, ‘what’s going on in that cyborg brain of yours Bucky, come back to us man, we’re going out to celebrate & we’re taking you with us.’

Blinking the reverie from his eyes he firmly shook his head at the thought, ‘No thanks, got big plans tonight with my couch.’

The smirk plastered on Sam’s face irritated the Mob Boss, he knew what was coming & was in no mood for his antics, ‘You’re seeing that Baker girl again?’

‘No, she’s busy I’m gonna hang out in my apartment & if she needs a ride I’ll pick her up.’

Natasha scoffed hoping it would set her plan into action, ‘Jesus, she’s got you whipped. Since when do you turn down drinks & some company for a woman?’

Bucky’s head twisted towards the red head lounging on the couch in his office, ‘I’m not whipped at all, just fucking tired, still need to deal with the Rumlow situation too so gotta think about that.’

‘Well you can be tired & think tomorrow, right now your staff have worked hard & wanna party.’ As far as Bucky was concerned Samuel was far too jovial to be in the Mob, it should have been beaten out of him by now.

‘Then go right ahead.’

It was Steve’s turn to scoff this time, ‘Jesus one woman & you’re going soft, what would your dad think?’

He moved like lightening across the room, haunches up, blade out pressed to Steve’s skin before he had chance to flinch. ‘Get my fathers name out your fucking mouth.’

Natasha rose from the sofa to try & diffuse the situation, ‘Christ Barnes, you’ve nothing to prove.’

He retracted the knife, running his hands through his hair trying to calm himself down, were people saying he’d gone soft? A few flowers & jewels weren’t enough to make him soft, it’s not like he was marrying you … yet. If all it took was him going out for a drink to shut them up, fine, he would happily prove them wrong.

It started out pretty tame, a few drinks in Vibranium, then Steve insisted on a strip club, Bucky still went along with it, but things escalated when two particular dancers who he knew intimately came over to give him a private dance, he tried shaking them off, but an eyebrow raise from Natasha shut him up. Of course, they followed him to the final club of the night, settling themselves on his lap, he wasn’t totally comfortable & there was an unfamiliar feeling of guilt creeping up on him the entire night. He hadn’t even checked his phone on the odd chance you had messaged him & by this point he felt utterly sick at the thought that you had asked for a ride at some point & he hadn’t answered. He doubled down telling himself to relax & enjoy the company, he wasn’t doing anything wrong & people were mistaken if they thought he had gone soft for a woman.

But the second he saw your eyes across that club he knew he had, one thing Steve didn’t realise whilst goading his friend, was that whilst yes, his father was ruthless, almost taking pleasure in ending people’s lives, especially when they had betrayed him, he was temperamental, aggressive & an asshole but when it came to Winnifred Barnes, the man was as soft as silk. For his kids too, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for them, he raised Bucky to be tough, but he typically used the carrot rather than the stick approach. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree in that regard, but his father wouldn’t have ever let his ma down like he had you & he swore to himself he wouldn’t ever again.

Thankfully a line of cabs waited outside the club, you had spotted Peter waiting in Bucky’s car but in your haste to leave you avoided him & almost felt guilty for ignoring his wave, you had a feeling Bucky wasn’t going to follow you out from the nonplussed expression on his face when he saw you, but then again you had a feeling he was a good guy, so what did you know?

He could easily drop by your place if you somehow managed to get in a cab before he came out to find you & you really weren’t in the right frame of mind to face him, getting in the taxi there was only one person you wanted to turn to right now.

‘Honey, what happened? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?’ Wanda was frantically scanning you for injuries, having turned up to the hospital unannounced with a truly miserable look on your face, she didn’t need to be a mind reader to know something happened.

You shook your solemn head, ‘No Wands, I’m ok.’

She wrapped her arm around you, holding you tight to her side, ‘Clearly not, come on, I’ll take a break & you tell me what’s going on, ok?’

You nodded & let her lead the way, she made a quick stop at the staff room for a hoodie & coffee, having felt how cold you were in your mini dress & her motherly instincts wanted to warm you up with something comforting, she found an unused suture room & set you both up with your drinks so you could tell her what was going on.

‘Wands why are men such scum bags … apart from Vis of course.’ You may have had your heart stomped on, but you didn’t want to piss off your friend tarnishing all men with the same brush, mainly because she had bagged herself one of the good ones.

The look you had seen many times appeared on her exhausted face, you felt a flood of guilt that you were troubling her with your silly issues when she should be busy saving lives or napping on her break instead of comforting you through your issues, ‘Oh honey, what happened.’

You sat pathetically perched on the table, legs swinging with the sleeves of the hoodie curled over your hands propping your face up with your elbows on your knees, ‘I went to a new club with Yelena & I saw James, he said he was gonna stay in tonight & wait for me to call so he could pick him up but he was there with two women sat on his thighs, practically licking his face.’

Her expression turned from pure empathy to vengeful rage in a split second, it was quite an impressive range of emotions to see in such a short space of time, ‘I’ll kill him.’

Your shoulders shook from laughing at her terrifying voice, you had no doubt she meant it but her diminutive stature & the fact she was soft to her very core meant she wouldn’t ever be able to inflict violence on anyone, ‘No you won’t, but I appreciate the threat to his life.’

You twiddled your fingers in the jumper trying to work out how you were really feeling after the shock of seeing him settled, ‘The thing is Wands, we hadn’t discussed anything about being exclusive, so he technically didn’t do anything wrong. I insisted he didn’t wait for me all night but he was so adamant that he wanted to pick me up I assumed he was staying in, so again he did nothing wrong.’

You let out a big sigh trying to reconcile the other betrayal that had dawned on you in the cab after you deleted James’ number trying not to feel a stab at the last message he sent you telling you how much he would miss talking to you tonight, ‘but that’s not the worst thing.’

Wanda hated seeing you so defeated, you never got hung up on a guy so knew it ran deeper than just him, ‘Go on.’

‘I’m pretty sure I was catching some major feelings for him, so yeah it hurts, but what hurts the most is I think Yelena set it all up with her sister.’ You could feel your bottom lip wobbling at the admission, never did you think Yelena would betray you like tonight, she was incredibly loyal, but maybe her loyalty sat with her sister more than it did you.

If the rage towards what Bucky did was scary, she went nuclear hearing that, ‘WHAT?’

‘Yeah’, you nodded trying to stop your quivering lip turn into a sob, ‘She was really tense all night even more than normal, she kept trying to rush me, telling me we needed to be there by 10 & whenever I asked why, she never really gave me an answer & was being really weird. She found a table that happened to be reserved, that happened to give me a clear view of where they were all sat & when I did see him, she didn’t even acknowledge the situation, didn’t move to punch him or threaten to kill him & she didn’t even question me walking off or if she should come with me.’

A single tear escaped your eye & quickly blotted with your sleeve, ‘What you gonna do honey?’

You shrugged feeling more miserable with each passing second, ‘I don’t want to see her.’

‘That’s fine, you have every right to not be on good terms with her right now but maybe she did you a favour. If that’s the kind of guy he is on top of the Mob thing, which is bad enough already, are you really willing to put up with that?’

‘hmmm.’ You drummed your fingers across your chin, although no, you certainly wouldn’t put up with that & the only chance you were going to give he blew you weren’t mad at him, just disappointed that would be it between you & you gotten laid out of it. ‘I think I’m going to become a lesbian.’

Wanda smiled at your ridiculously quick turnaround, only you could turn your frown upside down that quickly & make a joke out of it, although knowing you she wasn’t sure the lesbian bit was a joke, ‘If I recall you had your shot in college & you said it wasn’t for you’

Giggling you wouldn’t help a little dig, ‘Ha, maybe I didn’t try hard enough, we worked better as friends Wands, you need to get over it already.’

‘We both know you love cock too much to be a full time lesbian.’

Now that had you laughing, you both doubled over at the bluntness of the statement, the arrangement with Peter delivering to the hospital meant you didn’t get your usual Wanda time, you really had missed it. ‘Good point. Ugh I didn’t even get to see his, it felt huge when I gave it a rub.’

‘Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t see it. Like pandora’s box or something, keep that genie in the lamp.’

‘Honestly that thing could have granted every wish I’d ever had, I know it.’ She playfully batted your arm giggling away with you whilst giving you a side hug.

At least you still had Wanda in your corner, you stayed to catch up with her for the rest of her break before admitting you were exhausted & headed home, putting on your big girl pants in the Uber you sent a text to Yelena, immediately putting your phone on airplane mode to avoid any potential replies.

You were wary approaching your building, eyes darting around looking for anything unusual, any parked cars that weren’t the norm on your street, it was late & you just wanted to go to bed. You hadn’t heard a peep from Bucky or Yelena so half expected one of them to be waiting for you in the shadows, but apparently, they were as cowardly as you hoped, or they didn’t care as much as you thought, with the coast clear you made your way into your apartment.

You headed straight for the bathroom with the intention of a long hot shower, passing through the lounge you didn’t bother turning on the lights & caught a flash of red hair reflecting from the street lights coming through your window, the yelp you let out wasn’t your proudest moment but the last thing you expected to see was someone sat in the dark waiting for you.

‘Shit, fuck, how did you get in Natasha.’ Your hand instinctively covered your heart as it practically beat out of your chest.

‘I thought you’d come straight here, so when you didn’t show up I got cold, you should really lock your windows when you leave.’

Flabbergasted at her cool & calm demeanour, you scoffed ‘I have nothing of value.’

‘I wouldn’t say that.’ She nodded to the necklace you were unconsciously holding, a habit you had picked up since you put it on a few days prior, the unwelcomed guest didn’t fail to spot the piece of jewellery that once belonged to her boss’s mother hanging from your neck.

Having it pointed out that you were clutching it like some sort of comfort blanket, you let it drop suddenly feeling like it was weighing you down, ‘yeah well now you’re here, you can make yourself useful & return it to the sender.’

Natasha rolled her eyes, ‘Bit dramatic, it suits you, you should keep it, he would want you to keep it.’

‘Why are you here Natasha?’

‘I wanted to apologise for dragging Yelena into this. She only brought you to the club, she didn’t know that was what you would see & I hope it hasn’t ruined your friendship.’

She almost sounded sincere, but the dismissive shoulder shrug rubbed you the wrong way. ‘Why did you do it?’

‘I know Bucky, he had good intentions when it came to you, but he doesn’t commit to women, so I made sure you saw the kind of man that he really is. You are too sweet for him, this life is not all sprinkles & rainbows, he’d ruin you & I didn’t want you to get hurt.’

‘And yet, I got hurt. Because of your actions, not his.’ You let out a sigh, all you wanted was the day to be done, to take a shower, crawl into bed & sleep this feeling off, you reached behind the back of your neck to unclasp the necklace & threw it over to the red head. ‘Sell it, flush it down a toilet or give it him back I don’t care.’

As you turned towards the bedroom you looked over your shoulder to the red head still sat contently in your lounge, ‘let yourself out.’ With a brow raised she watched you walk away, maybe you were tougher than you looked, not many people spoke to her like you just did. Despite telling herself she did the right thing, as she studied the necklace swaying from her finger she felt a growing unease that she might have ruined two friendships & the outcome would push the two people together she was trying to keep apart.

You didn’t even wait for her to leave before you turned on the shower & stripped out of your clothes, you felt the most naked you had all week without the weight of emeralds sitting on your sternum & the raw feelings exposed to the empty room.

One sob, that’s all you allowed yourself as the heaviness of reality set in, betrayed by your friend & discarded by a man, all in the same moment & it fucking hurt, tears didn’t count in the under the steaming hot water so maybe you were crying, maybe you weren’t, but the pity party ended the second you stepped out.

Bucky sat in a blacked-out Aston Martin DBX watching you rushed off your feet serving customers, Yelena hadn’t been in to work today, he hoped it was because she was sick or hungover but deep down he was feeling an insurmountable guilt that you may have lost a loyal staff member & friend because of him. His worry that you worked too much was now in overdrive, you weren’t even going to get a moments peace if no one was helping you out, you may not accept it, but he shot a text to the one person he thought you could do with right now.

Finding your necklace on his desk first thing was the first crushing blow to his day, he still hadn’t dealt with Natasha & he had a feeling she had something to do with it being returned but she was nowhere to be found, wisely choosing to make herself scarce.

He was going to fix this, that he was sure of, he knew it would take patience & lot of grovelling, you were worth it & hopefully it would prove to everyone how serious he was taking this, it wasn’t a test run or an experiment, for once in his life he was committed to committing.

Peter turned up shortly after your third mini meltdown of the day, it was too much serving customers, clearing tables & baking, once the day was done you would be able to take a breath & re-strategize how you were going to cope on your own. The sight of an enthusiastic volunteer both warmed your heart & made your blood boil, Bucky knew you were alone, which mean he had stopped by without you noticing & you knew he sent Peter to check on you, a canary down the mine to feel out how mad you were.

Your stubbornness was about to fuck you up, you could see that, you could acknowledge it, so why were you letting it take over all logic that was screaming at you to accept the help, even if it was indirectly from him. A deep sigh recalibrated your brain & you reached for Yelena’s frilly apron handing it to the literal excited puppy in front of you, ‘Thank you Peter, can you clear the tables whilst I serve customers.’

‘Will do Boss.’ He quickly got to work & you managed to fly through the line of customers waiting to be served, throughout the day you showed him how to use the till, the coffee machine & most importantly how to prepare your coffee. He excelled in all areas & it only reminded you how wasted he was under Bucky’s employment, if anything came out of this whole mess it was the determination to set him up on a better path, one that included attending MIT & fulfilling his potential.

You ended the day dead on your feet, was it a good thing you didn’t have any spare capacity to be miserable about what transpired? Sure, but not dealing with it wouldn’t be the best idea, you’d have to face it sometime. Peter left with the usual surplus stock & told you he’d be there bright & early in the morning, he had spent the day checking on you but not overbearingly so, like he was a concerned friend rather than mother hen.

Instead of going home, you decided to stay upstairs in your father’s old apartment, with the amount of work needed to be done to prepare for the next day it would be a pointless endeavour to trek back to your apartment in the small hours of the morning just to crash & then come straight back, so you figured you may as well face one of your daemons whilst avoiding the other.

The melancholy hit you as soon as you crossed the threshold of the upstairs apartment, if you closed your eyes & inhaled strongly enough you could still smell faint hints of your father’s cologne, but visually he was everywhere, the shelves filled with countless recipes books, boxes sat full of old invoices waiting to be shredded, next to them records stacked high with the old record player, you had to stop yourself welling up at the memories of him twirling you around the floor to Sinatra in your little tutu after your weekly ballet class when you were 6.

You had been avoiding facing the task of clearing out the apartment for years, not long after your father died you hired a cleaner to come upstairs once a month & freshen up the place until you could decide what to do with it, you were thanking your lucky stars that you didn’t have to deal with any dust or eight legged friends during the night.

Whenever the subject of letting out the space above the bakery was mentioned it felt as though a dark cloud was looming over you, avoiding problems was your specialist subject, so not going home to face the Mob Boss potentially waiting for you was completely within your remit. You may be swapping one problem for another but hey, at least you were finally forced to deal with the longest standing issue.

In the days that followed there was no sign of the Mob Boss physically, but gifts started to arrive the morning after & never seem to end, boxes in every size imaginable were being delivered at regular intervals, the temptation to open them great but your self-preservation overruled your curious mind & so all remained unopened in your office except for the bouquet of flowers & notes that accompanied each surprise. Those were moved to the apartment upstairs & you would end every evening in some sort of masochistic self-sabotage by reading them.

The first one was a simple hand-written note detailing that he would be stopping by when he could & that he was having to deal with an urgent matter, after that, each note was a handwritten poem that pertained to the situation, he signed off each one ‘Yours James’ & each time you forced yourself to picture those girls on his lap, you weren’t his, he wasn’t yours.

Bucky was stuck between a rock & a hard place, he was desperate to visit you as soon as he could, but having been so distracted with all-consuming thoughts of you for the past few weeks, the leader of his main rival had sent Rumlow & his band of merry men to wreak havoc on the city in a bit to oust him from some of the territories he held.

Reports had begun to echo of masked men terrorising a neighbourhood in Harlem, women being harassed in Queens, then one of his warehouses was hit & he didn’t need any more confirmation as to who carried out the operation as he stood looking at the 10 ft six tentacled calling card spray painted on one of the surviving walls, he had to admit the artistic flair was impressive, but completely idiotic.

Ever since, he had been spending night after night dealing with the guys his men caught, getting more & more incensed that his focus from fixing things between you was being stolen, but he never failed to stop by the bakery at some point every day to watch you through the windows, his guilt rising every night you were there until the early hours baking before you would head upstairs to sleep. You hadn’t once returned to your apartment since the night he fucked up, Peter gave him regular updates on how you were coping, he noticed the lack of personal updates & how business he kept it all, admiring the young man’s apparent loyalty to you.

You had just received the daily bouquet of roses along with another note & small velvet box, the hoard of gifts sat in your office suffocating you with every addition, touching the exposed nerve you were fighting each day. It felt like you were drowning in your surroundings, trapped under the continuous wave of betrayal & anger when you couldn’t leave the place, having the constant reminder of it sat in your office everyday brought you to the brink of letting it consume you. The latest delivery made you snap, it needed to stop, finding an old archiving box you swiftly assembled it & gathered all the unopened gifts, somehow managing to fit them all in like puzzle pieces until the lid could be secured on top. After scribbling a note & taping it on top you asked Peter to drop it off at Bucky’s office once he had made the usual deliveries.

‘My pride, self-worth & self-respect cannot be bought by you or anyone else. Whilst I appreciate the kindness & generosity you have shown me it is ultimately not necessary, you owe me nothing.’

‘You’ve not been billing me Bunny.’

You froze, the deep voice you both missed & dreaded hearing, cursing yourself for not locking up after Peter had left, your pulse picked up & you tried to steady your breathing. You had a feeling that poking the bear would incite a visit, whether you secretly hoped it or not remained to be seen.

You span to face him, avoiding looking directly in his eyes, ‘I decided to end our agreement, I will reimburse Peter’s wages for helping out so if you let me know who to contact I will request an invoice.’

‘Don’t worry about it. You’re still paying Yelena I take it?’

You continued with your batch of crossiants to keep your hands busy & to stop you looking at him for too long, your resolve faltered the minute you heard him, ‘Yes.’

‘Well I’ve got her working with Nat on some urgent business so consider it a swap.’

Your heart sank, hoping to all that is holy that she was ok, he could read the concern on your face from your brows furrowing & you biting your lip.

‘Don’t worry she’s perfectly safe, we’ve been having trouble in some neighbourhoods & I’ve got them helping with the clean up & anyone that needs help.’

You let out a deep breath, internally debating texting her to check up on her, you were still so mad at her but not at the potential cost to her life if she was getting caught up in the Mob.

‘Now that business is taken care of, I wanted to talk about us.’

Your eyes shot up to meet his, ‘There is no us to talk about James.’

‘Oh no, you’re not getting away from this sweetheart, we need to talk about what happened.’

Shrugging, again you focused on the rolling the dough on the countertop, ‘Why, it’s pointless, you made a decision, that’s fine, good for you, done.’

‘Shout at me Bunny, I deserve it.’

You half chuckled at his demand, ‘No, you don’t. We weren’t exclusive, so you can do what you like.’

‘Natasha set me up.’

‘I know that & whilst yes it’s a shitty thing for her to do she proved that she was right about you, so I’m glad I now know & don’t have any vested interest in this … yet,’ it stung him, he was all in the minute he set eyes on you.

‘No, she’s not right, I’m a good man, I can be good for you if you’ll let me.’ He followed you out to the front of the shop, you needed a coffee after this conversation, you were already behind on your prep & this was taking up too much of your time.

‘That’s the thing, I don’t think you will be, you’re head of the Mob Bucky, you live a dangerous life, mine is simple & peaceful. Since knowing you I’ve had my hopes dashed yet again & been let down by a man & not only that betrayed by someone I trusted.’

‘I’ll show you you’re wrong & show you that I am more than just what I was born into, our life can be peaceful, I’ll prove it to you.’

‘If you want to prove yourself to be a good man, pay for Peter’s tuition to MIT, don’t let him get caught up in the Mob & waste his potential, I’ll work out a way to cover his living costs so he doesn’t have to work for you at any point when he’s studying.’

‘Consider them both covered Bunny, anything else?’

‘Return the gifts & donate the money to the Children’s hospital.’

‘Done. Anything else?’

You thought for a moment trying not to smile at how willing to appease you he was, ‘nope.’

The silence hung in the air, the tension thick & unmoveable, an impasse, you didn’t want to encourage him to stay but you weren’t sure you wanted him to leave, you needed you head to overrule your stupid weak for a gorgeous man heart.

You took a long look at him having avoided anything more than a glance at him to this point, his face was bruised & scuffed, his lip split & you almost wanted to reach out to make sure he was ok, to soothe those tender areas with your lips, instead, your head finally kicked in & you left him standing in the bakery returning to your prep with an instruction you hoped he listened to. ‘Take care of yourself please.’

The tension in your muscles finally dissipating when you heard the bell ring signifying he had left, you were half way through letting out a relieved breath when he turned around & stormed back in, you were surprised the glass didn’t shatter at the force in which he yanked the door open.

‘No.’

You were dumbfounded, ‘No, you won’t look after yourself?’

‘No, I won’t back down on this, on us.’ He was stood in front of you in three strides, it would be intimidating if you knew you didn’t hold the power in this exchange.

‘I’ve told you, you’re free to do whatever with whomever, I shouldn’t have got caught up in it, we had two great dates, that’s it. There is no us, there never was.’

‘But there is an us. You can pretend to yourself Sugar, but you can’t look me in the eye & say there is no us. We both feel it.’

That damn pet name.

You finally looked him in the eyes, maybe dismissing your hurt feelings by telling yourself he technically didn’t do anything wrong was just a lie to stop you admitting how much you wanted it to work with him, that he was all you had thought of since the second you met him & you felt an intangible pull towards him like you had a connection you couldn’t explain. ‘Then why do it?’

‘Because I’m an idiot, I know how I feel about you, they don’t. Nor do I want them to know how deep those feeling go having not known you for long, so yes, I let them goad me into make a bad decision, to not be soft in any way, to make it look like I’m the Mob Boss I’m expected to be.’

‘This is the thing Bucky.’ hearing you not call him James felt like needles in his bones, it was so cold & devoid of your usual warmth. ‘You owe me no loyalty, so you didn’t do anything wrong, at no point did we agree that there was no one else & whilst I know it was set up by Natasha, you still did it.’

‘Bunny.’

‘No, don’t Bunny me, I don’t care why, as a grown man you choose to be led by others when you are supposed to be their leader. If you want to live your life like you are, then that’s fine, I’m happy for you but it’s not a life for me, I got too carried away with the gifts & flowers & you acting like a decent human being to see that the chaos of your existence isn’t for me. I want a peaceful life filled with love, safety & security, I don’t want to wonder where my partner is, if he’s dead in a ditch because he was born into a dangerous life or between someone’s legs because he didn’t want to admit to the world he has feelings for someone other than himself.’

‘I told you, that won’t ever happen again.’

‘But how do I know that? When you fell so easily at the first fucking hurdle, the first fucking time someone mentioned that you’d gone soft & you have two women on your lap an hour later.’ You couldn’t stop your voice rising or the way it came out so brokenly.

His expression was darker than you’d seen it before like it pained him to admit out loud, ‘I can’t let anyone know that you are my weakness, they will use it against me.’

‘They’re your friends.’

‘And you found out what friendship means to some people, yes some I trust with my life, but I wouldn’t trust any of them with yours.’

You shook your head at the bleakness of his statement, ‘So not letting anyone know about me, means it will eventually happen again.’

‘I’d shout it from the fucking roof tops that someone like you was giving me the time of day, but this is for your safety Bunny, you can’t get hurt because of me, I won’t let that happen & whilst yes, I would lay down my life to keep you safe I’d rather not risk anyone knowing about you to eliminate any risk.’

You let out a deep sigh, ‘This will be easy then, forget you ever met me & leave me in peace Bucky.’

His jaw clenched at you using his nickname again, you turned you back on him to walk away, hoping he would get the hint this time, but of course he didn’t & reached out to spin you back around.

‘I think you forget who you’re talking to sometimes Sugar.’ The depth of his voice & the darkness in his eyes told you you were talking to the mob boss now, not the James you had come to know, the way his brows dropped, stalking you as you shuffled back blindly until your back hit the counter. Trapped between the cold steel pressing against your skin & his warm body turned you on more than you care to admit, he grasped your chin in his hand to force your eyes to meet his.

‘You’ve told me what you want & I can offer you all that, I won’t fuck up again, I will be the love of your life Sugar, because I know you’re mine.’ His pinkie finger slowly stroked your cheek & you were fighting yourself not to flutter your eyes at the contact. ‘Don’t ask me how, I know it’s only been two dates, but my ma always used to tell me when you find them you know & I guess she was right.’

He leaned in placing his lips on top of yours gently, his iron grip held you tight, the danger in his eyes simmering but still you made no move to get away from him, ‘I’m a man who knows what he wants, I don’t want two cheap flits only after some money & glory, I want you, the woman who holds my entire heart in her hands.’

Your breath hitched at his words & you felt yourself getting lost in his crystal blue eyes, another kiss, firmer this time paired with pressing his entire body against yours, ‘I always get what I want. It may take months, hell, you can make me wait years, but you will me mine. I’ll show you who I am, the real me, Bunny. You & I are inescapable, inevitable.’

Your heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute as he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, you could picture most people having being so curt to a mob boss expecting a gun to be retrieved & threatened with it, but instead the emerald necklace you returned to him hung from his fingers, he reached out for your hand, prying your palm open with his strong digits & dropped the pendant into your grasp before he abruptly turned around & left, leaving you in a state of seething anger & an insurmountable desperation for more of him.

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Once Bucky left the bathroom to head to the kitchen where Steve should be wrapping up in making the sandwiches, he promised, Peter sighed. He should have known that these two were courting him and him practically accepting it when he allowed them to create a safe place for him in their home.

Peter looked at his reflection in the mirror, lightly touching the patch that covered up his scent glands on his neck. Did he want this? He really liked Steve and Bucky. And when he thought about it... after a long day, he wanted to be home, and his first thoughts were of Steve and Bucky and cuddling on the couch.

Nodding to himself before he peeled off the patch, making a face as it stung. He will hop back in the shower right quickly to scrub off the glue from the patch. And of course, the little bit of slick that dribbled when Bucky got up close.

Steve just finished putting another grilled cheese on a plate when he heard the shower go off again. Frowning he turns to look at the entryway of the hall to see Bucky waltz out with a little smirk on his face. Putting his hand on his hip " What did you do Buck?"

Bucky held his hand up in surrender " Why do you think I did something Punk? I was just helping our 'mega out and getting him some clothes "

Steve eyed Bucky before turning around to start making another sandwhich. " I just want to make sure.... that everything is fine."

Bucky's expression softens a little before he he slides up next to Steve and wraps his arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder. " I would never jeopardize what we got going on. You're too important, and so is he. Everything is going as smooth as it can. At a snail pace, but beggers can't be choosers."

Steve snorts a little he was about to give a sassy response before his nose twitched. He frowns before subtlety sniffs the air and he turn to look at the hallway entryway. He could hear the faint steps of Peter heading this way. He normally can't smell Peter, with the scent blocking patch, and the advanced spider suit he normally gives off a beta smell.

" Your burning the bread Stevie"

" Shit!"

Bucky laughs as Steve panics to turn the stove off and quickly move the sandwich to the trash.

" Language Steve!" Peter laughs as he comes into the kitchen. Wearing Steve's shirt that Bucky got for him to wear and a pair of leggings that Bucky kept for him since he couldn't fit into their pants. He still laughs at the memory of Bucky running into the door frame when he came out and the pants fell after one step and he bent down to pull them back up.

Peter fidgeting a little with his hands before moving his way over to the kitchen island and sitting on a stool. " So.. uuhh... anything new? Any cool missions lately? If you can tell me not that you HAVE to tell me...umm yeah?"

Bucky smirks at Peter before pushing the plate of grilled cheese over to him. " That's more of Steve, I'm enjoying my downtime. Eat up." Steve clears his throat and nods " It's been steady. Not overly busy but not...not busy to where its worrisome."

They pass time chit chatting as Peter eats his sandwiches and then they move to sit on the couch. Peter in the middle of the two Alphas, a black and white crime movie was playing as the chatted quietly til Peter started to dose off.

" Come on sweetheart, lets get you to bed" Steve picks up Peter and carries him to the guestroom aka Peter's room. Bucky stating he is gonna clean up the kitchen then head their way. Wanting to give Steve some time with him one on one.

Once they get to the door, Steve shifts Peter in his arms.

" Want me to set you down here or... uh tuck you in?" Steve feels nervous. He shouldn't cause its not like this is the first time that Peter has to be carried to bed, but it was the first time he has been here without his scent patch. His scent smelled divine to Steve, and he honestly didn't want to set the omega down.

Peter rubs his eyes and yawns before glancing at the door and then back up at Steve. He thinks back to his conversation with Bucky, biting his lip before nodding.

" Umm c..could you take me to bed? I mean! Uhh tuck me in? " Peter blushes brightly, and even the tips of Steve's ears go red too. But he was able to play if off. " Course hun"

Once in the room, Steve was able to move Peter just slightly to be able to pull the sheets down on the bed without disturbing the lamb stuffie that was sitting on the pillows. They took Peter to the local church festival that Steve sometimes attends and won it for him. Technically Peter had two of them, one he keeps at home and one here. Steve and Bucky both competing to win the prize.

Peter once he was laid down he stared up at Steve before reaching his hand out to hold onto Steve's. " Yeah hun?" smiling shyly " um.. could..would.. uh... Bucky said that it was okay that..umm Its okay to ask... If you could stay? I mean... yeah. I want you and Bucky to stay here. Like... in bed...not like...uh sex geesh. I mean. Cuddle?"

Bucky chuckled from his spot at the door, both Peter and Steve turning to look at him.

" Yeah Doll. We can cuddle up in your nest... but Steve needs to hear that its more then a one off..."

Steve opened his mouth to argue back " It's whatever you want Peter. No pressure or entitlement needed. I am fine if all you want is the presence of an Alpha. "

Peter shook his head. " No no! I'm not explaining this well...I would like to see you... and I've been... really dense but I would like to try.. but basicly its like we have already been courting? Just uuhh without realizing. Umm..I really like you... and Bucky. And..I want both of you as my Alphas...so... Stay with me? "

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January 2023 Stucky Fics

Completed

Tattoo Your Last Bruise (Rated: E, Words: 9K) by ftmsteverogers 

Summary: “If you wanted, you could share the bed again,” Steve said, still studiously looking at the wall directly in front of him. “We used to do it all the time, before. It isn’t weird. Not for me, anyway.” Whatever Bucky had been expecting, that hadn’t been it. “Oh,” he said. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth,” Steve said, and disappeared down the hallway.  

The Sweetest Spark (series) by deadto27 / @deadto27​

The Sweetest Spark (Rated: E, Words: 73K)

Summary: Steve Rogers runs a successful business. He has great friends and a great life. It seems like he has it all. So why is he sitting in a diner on a Friday night alone? Maybe he's just a little lonely. Maybe Bucky Barnes can help with that.-----It wasn’t just how he looked. Of course, the fact that he was ridiculously stunning was what Steve had noticed first when he’d spotted him across the diner and had left him staring with his mouth open before he’d realised what he was doing, but how could he not?...Or: basically everything I love in a Steve and Bucky fic rolled into one.

We Agreed To Love Each Other (Rated: E, Words: 14K)

Summary: Steve and Bucky tie the knot. Follow up to The Sweetest Spark. Pure fluff.-----“It’s just one night, Stevie,” Bucky reminded him. “Then you’ll be stuck with me for every other night after that. Until. You. Die,” Bucky said ominously, pronouncing each word as a sentence, poking Steve in the chest.

We Got Bad In Common (Rated: E, Words: 41K) by LolitaBlue

Summary: "You better be quiet if you don't want anyone to hear us," Steve cautioned. "Wouldn't want everyone knowing your dirty secret." "Oh, shut up," Bucky panted. "Get a move on and fuck me like you hate me." "I'm about to." ----- AKA I've been manically typing a stucky enemies to lovers high school au... welcome to the bad love!verse

***This fic is complete, but the series (bad love!verse) is not***

wanna do bad things with you (Rated: E, Words: 5K) by LolitaBlue

Summary: Sitting on the couch next to Steve was a stunning brunette girl with bright red lipstick. She was wearing a tight black sweater and jeans, her curly hair subtly tousled. Bucky looked back and forth between her and Steve, stunned. Her cheeks were almost as red as her lipstick and Steve's mouth also had a rose-colored tint. Bucky blinked a few times, realizing what was going on. Steve's lips don't get that red from kissing alone. Bucky knew that, he's seen those lips swollen and spit-slick on numerous occasions. Steve's mouth was red because he'd been kissing the undeniably hot chick pressed against his side and her lipstick was smeared on his face. "Uh, hi Bucky," Steve said, clearing his throat. When Bucky didn't say anything, Steve took it upon himself to fill the awkward silence. He gestured to the girl who was frantically smoothing down her hair. "I'd like you to meet Peggy Carter."

***This fic is complete, but the series (bad love!verse) is not***

i’ve traveled half the world to say "i belong to you" (Rated: E, Words: 14K) by steviepie

Summary: “I got my family, my team, my boyfriend, for that matter,” Steve says, the iciness in his tone having nothing to do with the temperature inside the rink. “I’m plenty taken care of, but thanks for asking.” “Plenty taken care of,” he echoes absentmindedly, arms crossing across his chest and his chin jerking up and down as he tries not to make his glare into the camera exceedingly obvious. It’s only after he’s spoken that he realizes that in doing so, he’s forgotten what else in this situation he’s supposed to be tampering down. Oh, fuck. Way to run their mouths. (alternative: steve and bucky but as hockey players who have been together since day one)

In the Air Tonight (Rated: E, Words: 8K) by otakugirl08x

Summary:  Missing scene. In Wakanda; the night before Bucky goes into cryo Steve has a revelation.

Lessons in Normality (Rated: E, Words: 38k) by relenafanel / @relenafanel 

Summary: Things Steve knows about his boyfriend Bucky: How he looks with his face relaxed in sleep. That he can perfectly flip pancakes. The way he’s open about things Steve is still adapting to, like therapy and depression and sex toys and being a millennial. The way he laughs with his mouth wide open and his eyes squinted, and the cheerful way he cheats at cards and loses at laser tag. The way he seduces Steve with a knowing glint in his eye. The way Steve responds to it, stronger each time, taken by his beauty and competence and snark and compassion (or the compassionate way he boots Steve in the ass when he needs a push).Things Steve doesn’t know about his boyfriend Bucky: That he’s an undercover operative gathering intel on Hydra, SHIELD, and which Steve is affiliated with. Otherwise known as The Honey Pot AU

All the Ways to Say I Love You That Don’t Work (Rated: E, Words: 22K) by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy  

Summary:  Finally free from the grips of Hydra, Bucky Barnes needs all the help he can get to acclimate to life in the twenty-first century. Steve's always at Bucky's side, providing support, explaining things, and throwing a reassuring arm around his shoulders, which gives Bucky all kinds of warm feelings. The other Avengers notice their closeness, as well. When Bucky overhears a discussion about whether or not Steve and he are dating, he isn't bothered. He likes being with Steve, and he likes being treated respectfully. Determined to let Steve know how much Bucky cares about him, he uses his research on modern dating to woo his best friend. As he ratchets up his campaign to catch Steve’s attention, sparks fly. Or maybe those sparks were there all along.

off the record (Rated: M, Words: 37K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace

Summary: The Avengers have a problem. Six months after the Battle of New York, public opinion is beginning to turn on them and they are in dire need of a PR boost. Reporter Bucky Barnes needs to impress his boss enough to get a promotion onto the Features desk. This assignment might get him there, but the fact that he really hates the Avengers is the least of his problems today…

fire escape (Rated: T, Words: 6K) by  sparkagrace / @sparkagrace

Summary: “This dumb cat thinks it lives here.” Bucky is peering through the window of their one-bed apartment in Bed-Stuy. There’s a white cat outside on their fire escape that is practically a ball of fluff against the wrought-iron. Steve joins him at the window and coos. “Aw, it’s cute.” “It’s begging for scraps. It’s a scam,” Bucky gripes.— There's a cat that keeps coming to their fire escape. Bucky doesn't like it. Pre-series fic but can be read as a standalone.

***This fic is complete, but the series (al, pal and alpine) is not: the question (Rated: G, Words: 2K), the pancakes (Rated: T, Words: 6K), ballet shoes (Rated: T, Words: 3K), post-match (Rated: T, Words: 4K), london calling (Rated: T, Words: 10K), mouth bones (Rated: T, Words: 4K), & flower girl (Rated: T, Words: 3k)***

WIP

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 56K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first.

***Be sure to check out the rest of this amazing series : Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

***Also, check out the amazing artwork for this fic: Pick up your shirt from the floor (Rated: G) by Dyslexic_Fetus / @reagy-jay ***

Atoms (Rated: M, Current Words: 35K) by Andrea1717 / @andrea1717 & art by kahey2804 / @kahey2804

Summary: After a hard year and the end of both his military and his short career as a personal bodyguard Steve Rogers did not expect the call from his best friend and ex- colleague Sam Wilson. He offers him a job, full time and long term, starting on the next day. At first it sounds perfect to finally move forward from the devastating events in his past career and life - being one bodyguard in a group of four for a rich kid from a famous lawyer. How hard can that be? What Steve didn't expect was the kid - Bucky Barnes, twenty two, traumatized from his dark past, devastatingly beautiful and a real brat. After a while on the job Steve not only discovers that Bucky seems to play a role most of the time, he also discovers that parts of his heart who seemed to be dead for a while are very much alive.

An Appropriate Omega (Rated: M, Current Words: 177K) by BeauRadley

Summary: Steven Rogers, the Duke of Brooklyn, is in a bind. The provisions of his father's will mean he must marry before his thirty-fifth birthday or lose his mother's inheritance. The catch? He has to marry a suitable omega. James Barnes is the third child of the impoverished Barnes family. If he or his sister don't marry before the season is out, their family will fall further into poverty. If he doesn't find someone else soon, he'll be forced to marry the sinister Lord Pierce. The two men realize they can solve each other's problems, but will their marriage of convenience turn into something more?

Expect the Unexpected (Rated: E, Current Words: 178K) by SmutConnoisseur / @smutconnoisseur​

Summary:  While Navigating fatherhood along his angst a teenage son and balancing a career, Steve Rogers finds himself in the crosshairs of one James Barnes, a protective single father of his own.

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Bullying Masterlist 3

part one, part two

Bruised (ao3) - winterandiron G, 2k

Summary: In which Peter gets beat up by some school bullies and next thing he knows his suit it's flying him to the avengers compound.

But I Will Never Forget! (ao3) - debwalsh steve/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: Have a little baby Steve and Bucky to cleanse your palate.

Steve never liked bullies. Never. Turns out, neither did Bucky Barnes.

Dancin' in the Intern Labs (ao3) - agentsofeverything harley/peter, pepper/tony, steve/bucky T, 9k

Summary: After realising Peter has been hibernating for the past week, Tony decides that he can stay home from school (home being Stark Tower, seeing as though May is on a work trip). It just so happens that during that week, Peter's school announces they are going on a field trip to Stark Industries.

And Peter has no idea.

Cue oblivious chaos, Harley Keener being Spider-Man's kryptonite, and the Footloose dance from The Umbrella Academy.

Yeah, don't ask.

Give Them What They Want, It'll Be Over Sooner (ao3) - DJ_unicornsrgr8 steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Peter takes a beating, Bucky cleans him up.

Featuring concerned Steve and warm, oversized pajamas covered in sheep.

I Hate Bullies (ao3) - Sugerbee N/R, 498

Summary: Flash Thompson makes a 8 year old enemy.

i see myself (in you) (ao3) - parkrstark pepper/tony T, 28k

Summary: “Hey, c’mon, before long we’ll be back to normal and we’ll look back at this and laugh.”

Peter just looked up at him with a slight glare as he scratched at his chin again. The itch of the facial hair was driving him crazy and Tony found it highly amusing. “You’re in the body of a 15-year-old boy. Why are you smiling?”

“You’re in the body of Tony Stark. Why aren’t you smiling?” Tony asked with a smirk.

Or, the one where Tony and Peter swap bodies.

Peter's field trip to Stark's industries (ao3) - proudasgardian (purple07) steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: Peter Stark-Rogers is an intern in Stark's industries and also Iron Man's and Captain America's son, he is living with the avengers and also secretly Spiderman. His school does not believe in his internship, coupled with Flash's bullying, he has not had the best time in school and to make matters worse, his school has a field trip to Stark's industries.

OR

The Peter goes on a field trip to Stark industries aka his house, where his family aka the avengers help him against his bully Flash and also prove that he's telling the truth to his classmates fic that we will never get tired of reading.

redamancy (ao3) - stevebuckybrainrot steve/bucky M, 73k

Summary: Redamancy {re - da - man - cy}

n. the act of loving someone who loves you; a love returned in full

"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield."

Before the war, before Nazis and aliens and time travel, there was this: scorching summers and bitter winters, sketchbooks and paintbrushes, bruised knuckles and split lips, stolen kisses and lingering looks. There was Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes and a love to last through the ages.

And nothing else mattered.

Six Feet Apart Was Always Too Far (ao3) - Music13 happy/may G, 3k

Summary: Peter and May quarantine at their apartment for COVID-19 and since May is still a working nurse, Peter can no longer visit the Compound or tower. The team hasn’t seen Peter in person in about 3-5 weeks and they are falling apart, especially Tony, and finally Pepper calls and gets Peter to come quarantine at the tower instead. They surprise the avengers and everyone gets extremely protective and clingy over Peter after not seeing him for so long. (Also they find out about Flash bullying Peter because why not)

There is very little plot in this. I just wanted a fluffy story after all the awfulness that real-life quarantine has brought.

Stark Family Troubles (ao3) - TheOnlyHuman G, 10k

Summary: Peter was the second boy of a once happy family of four. Though, they hadn’t been a four in a long while. Now, it was just Peter, his dad and his twin. Him and his twin, Harley, used to be closer than anything. They were twins but sometimes, Peter felt like he knew Ned better than his own brother. His dad was another story entirely.

- harley and peter are tony's biological kids. there's family miscommunication and angst, because isn't there always? it gets solved, thanks to everyone's combined efforts.

Stark Jr. (ao3) - SketchyNebula G, 27k

Summary: Peter Parker has just accepted that his peers will never believe in his Internship. Really, lately he has just been trying his best to keep his life in balance between all his daily responsibilities that tug at him for his attention, but then his class comes to his place of work without him knowing about it. Peter should never underestimate his 'parker luck'.

The Asset and The Bully (ao3) - Introvertatheart steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: After being cramped up in the apartment for a while, Steve and Bucky go to the park for a picnic. Steve doesn't expect much to happen, expect they do. And Bucky does what Bucky's do.

Tony Stark is a dad against bullying (ao3) - MadewithStars G, 1k

Summary: Peter tries to hide a black eye and it doesn’t work out too well

Train Ride (ao3) - biblionerd07 G, 1k

Summary: Every Thursday after school, Steve rides the train to take his mom dinner at work. One day, some bullies are hassling him, and he meets a cocky dark-haired kid with a smart mouth and pockets full of rocks.

War Is Over (What Have We Done?) (ao3) - however_rainbow_cavalcade M, 21k

Summary: Peter's journey through relapsing. Basically the Avengers are all one big semi-happy family that look after everyone.

Aka me projecting onto Peter.

We Add Up To Two (ao3) - theboybarnes steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Steve hates school. He has no friends, he's struggling with math and the bullies are making his life a misery.

Then a new student joins his class, and suddenly things don't seem quite so bad.

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SHIPPER TAG GAME

Tagged by @lurkingshan and @stuffnonsenseandotherthings to dig into the vault. Friends, I have been Perpetually Online since 1995, when that meant I had to haunt my school library computer at lunchtime, so this is going to be for the fellow Olds. Sorry in advance for the HP mentions.

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

Have I let any ships go? Hmm. I'll go with Mulder/Scully from X-Files. Watching now, they should definitely not end up together lol

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Sailor Mercury/Sailor Jupiter from Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon. I. Was. Obsessed. This ship hit me like a ton of bricks in I want to say 6th or 7th grade.

I watched the show as it aired with English dubs, found out the episodes we got were censored, immediately fell into my completionist ways, went to the Asian mall (it was literally pan-Asian with stuff from Japan, China, Taiwain, Korea, etc.) and got definitely not official VCDs with Mandarin subtitles, and would sit with friends who spoke Mandarin and had them translate the subs to English for me (I say this like I forced them, but they offered because they were my friends and they also felt passionately about people seeing the uncensored show). I then learned how to Internet and would trawl for fanpages of the manga (it would take 20 minutes to load an image at the time, so rather than full scanlations I'd get walls of text describing what happened with maybe a single panel illustration). Uranus and Neptune were fantastic, but I already had Ami and Makoto aka Mercury and Jupiter long before I got to the Uranus/Neptune episodes (or the Sailor Stars manga arc).

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Definitely Sailor Moon fanfic was the first fic I read. It was an easy step from finding fan summaries of the chapters not yet out in English > finding fan sites with fanfic on them, back before we had archives or even decent search engines and you had to just find the sites you needed through links from other sites. It was like a whole new world of possibilities opening up. The first real fanfic community I was in was Harry Potter.

In terms of first fic I wrote, I am not a writer; I've only ever written a small handful of not worth mentioning ficlets featuring the Kirk/Spock ship (Star Trek TOS).

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

Oh it was likely Serena/Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon and it was in person, because I had friends who got me into anime and manga early and they were artists who drew a lot of fanart.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Friends, I had a Livejournal. It was impossible not to get into ship discourse.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

I am going to echo @stuffnonsenseandotherthings and @lurkingshan and say I was dead-set against Hermione as a ship with any of the men in Harry Potter (Hermione/Luna or Hermione/Ginny, though, we could talk), and I also really disliked Draco/Ron. I also am not here for Spock/McCoy (Star Trek), and I don't really enjoy Stucky (as in Captain America/Winter Soldier or Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes from Marvel).

OH and can I be a hater on main for a second? The first couple that I remember hating as a thing was probably Jo and Professor Bhaer from Little Women; I was SO MAD they married in the end. I felt very validated years later when I read that the author Lousia May Alcott was forced by her publisher to marry Jo off and made up the couple out of spite.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

The last fic I read was a Word of Honour modern AU pairing Wen Ke Xing/Zhou Zishu in which they rescued stray kittens.

SInce I started this, I've also read a One Piece Luffy/Zoro fic (and that's not even my favourite ship--I've been a Zoro/Sanji girlie since the early 2000s! I'm weak for banter.)

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I have so many. SO many. Truly. I don't even know where to start with this question! I follow several AO3 tags and fanfic writers that I get regular fic updates from. Most of my OTPs are either canon (from queer/BL/GL media) or the most popular ship (I feel very lucky that my taste is so basic). There is no one couple I love the most. Just going to throw a dart at the board: From BL, the one I come back to a lot is Hira/Kiyoi in Utsukushii Kare, because their dynamic is so intense.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Hmm. That's what fandom is for, so not really? I usually get more annoyed when people do get together that I wish had stayed platonic (never forgiving Pacific Rim for that kiss, it was so unnecessary). And I'm extremely mad about censorship, i.e. couples that DID get together but we didn't get to see it for whatever reason (see e.g. Uranus and Neptune from Sailor Moon Sailor Stars; Chinese danmei novel live-action adaptations). Otherwise there are lots of these but I just read the fanfic and recover. I'll say I'm still annoyed Buffy didn't get to have with Faith what she had with Spike though. Their chemistry was off the charts.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

This is such a hard question. I came around a little on Lan Xichen/Jiang Cheng from MDZS/the Untamed, though it's still not my fave (it's a soft no not a hard no). I'll also give you an oldie: Andie McPhee and Pacey from Dawson's Creek. I hated Andie's character back in the day but now I like her character but really dislike how she was used in the show, which isn't the same thing. And I actually really liked how she and Pacey worked together.

I'll also give you a BL one: Kurosawa and Haruta in Ossan's Love. Ossan's Love s1 & 3 it was clear they were not OTP so that's a bit irrelevant anyway, but it's much less clear in s2 (the AU season) and the first time I watched it I wasn't sure how I felt about the way that season ended as much as I loved the season as a whole. I like it more every time I rewatch.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

LOL I am with everyone else on the Brian/Justin train but since that's been said twice I'll go with something else. I was a big Harry/Draco shipper back in the day, which would now probably get me cancelled for shipping someone with his bully (though a significant part of the fun of that ship was about how Draco was such an ineffectual bully...but I digress), in addition to of course how the author's transphobia ruined the whole thing for all of us (fanfic doesn't make her any money, so I don't have a problem continuing to read it in theory, but it's left a sour note over my experience and makes any engagement in that fandom less fun).

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

I was one of those foolish people obsessed with Hawkeye/Coulson before we'd even seen them face-to-face or knew almost anything about MCU Clint Barton. I still read fanfic of that ship even though it's been fully jossed and makes no sense at all anymore. Ok one more, I really love the very small Breakfast Club fandom shipping Brian/John and Claire/Allison. I've read the few fics on AO3 for the queer pair ghost ships in that show multiple times.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

Of all time, I've probably read the most Kirk/Spock fanfic. But that's due to the length of time I've been into the ship, the amount of time it's existed, and its popularity. I still read Kirk/Spock regularly.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

Honestly most can be boiled down to grumpy/sunshine pairs in which both are very competent in specific ways and both are hiding crippling self esteem issues behind their grumpy or sunshine-ness, and have strong but differing moral codes that they each respect in one another (and is usually where the feelings start). Banter is a must. I am admittedly also here for height difference in my ships. Double-plus bonus for terrible communicators who learn to understand one another's particular communication quirks.

Perfect encapsulation of this dynamic is Danny/Steve from Hawaii Five-0 (listen that show was copaganda trash but the fanfic was fun as hell).

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Power dynamics that remain unaddressed as part of the story. Hate to love that isn't earned over time. When the relationship makes each other worse rather than better. When they never learn to trust one another. When one of them is in it as part of a savior complex and that doesn't get challenged or worked through. When only one of them has a personality. There's very little that I'd say is a hard no in terms of dynamics or setup for me, but it has to be handled well, and sometimes I don't have the energy to give something the benefit of the doubt.

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THIS WAS A TEST. hydra said as much -- go back in time &* secure our access to the tesseract. if she succeeded , she'd get information on her son -- on henry ; his name was henry mills. not only that , but she'd get a way to her realm -- where her family was from. thirty eight years of living on earth with no trace of a lineage , &* they'd be laid at her feet. it's no coincidence that this offer was made just a few days after telling winter &* steve the truth. hydra must have word that she's planning on escaping -- of turning against them. with powers rivaling wanda's , emma was one of hydra's biggest weapons. it made sense that they'd pull out all the stops to keep her on their side.

they hadn't said when. hadn't explained much of anything as they shoved her into a portal that dropped her somewhere in an alley in new york. based on her clothing , she could wager a guess -- 1930s or 40s. that was all she was given ; a quarter-sleeved dress in teal , curled hair that was pinned up in some high-maintenance updo , &* pointed heels that made her dearly miss her combat boots. she knew so little about hydra or the superhero world , even with her two decade stent working -- they knew that ; knew she'd have no trouble accepting a mission if she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

it's why she can't find words when she's helped up from the ground by a younger , far less brutalized version of winter. SHE CAN'T DO ANYTHING BUT STARE AT HIM FOR A FEW LONG SECONDS , emerald gaze melting in to something sad &* adoring all at once. she knew they had a past with steve -- no specific historical lessons were given on the subject. winter certainly hadn't known to tell her. she's been tailed by hydra ever since everyone came back from the snap -- they knew she'd turn against them eventually. the last thing she wanted was to leave a breadcrumb trail straight to winter. so she's never visited the museum. hydra hardly ever let her leave the lab once winter left. steve was easier to learn about -- hero of world war ii , the assumed fall of hydra at his hand , defrosted just before she joined in , once figurehead of s.h.i.e.ld. turned fugitive. TOP OF THE HIT LIST , NEXT TO WINTER. all she'd learned on her own about winter himself was things she could hear in passing out &* about from news papers or radios or phones -- james buchanan barnes , aka the winter soldier , has been cleared of charges. his name. all she really knew was his name. even that she'd only confirmed through steve -- BUCKY.

even then , she can't help herself as she breathes a name in a soft whisper --- ❛ winter. ❜ she doesn't linger long -- she knows better than to be completely off her game. LIE , EMMA. it was cold ; her gaze falls away from him to take in her surroundings , giving her a leg to stand on as she spots some snow. ❛ --- the winter ice. i slipped. i --- thank you. hurt like hell. ❜ she gives his hand a little squeeze , hesitating briefly before she releases her grasp on him. flesh hands ; both warm &* unscarred. ❛ --- what's your name ? i'm emma. can i buy you a coffee or something for stopping to help me ? ❜ HE'S NOT PART OF THE MISSION. he's not even in the army yet -- there's no way he's related to this at all. just a cruel dagger in her side to punish her for her time with winter. still. ❛ i insist. ❜

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Hi...if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hi! Thanks for your ask! This is a good question, and this is my first ask so don’t apologize! Currently my mains are

Dazai/Chuuya aka Soukoku from BSD, I really like their dynamic, just the familiarity they had when they came on screen for the first time together. I think Bungou is really well execute though, so S2 showing that they still can come together and pretty much treat each other the same way / exasperation with no heat? And then the light novels are soo helpful too! I really think they’re sweet for each other, and I just think that’s neat! Plus there’s so much to unpack with their relationship! Yeah Chuuya wasn’t happy when Dazai left, but did he really resent him for it? Did he take it personally? What are they going to do now? All they do whenever they’re together is their best to protect each other.

Gojo Satoru / Geto Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen, the tragedy! Oh man! It took me a bit to get on board with this, but I’m in for life now. It was the “My six eyes tell me your Geto but my soul knows otherwise.” I haven’t looked back. Gojo so shamelessly admitted that and Geto fighting back? They actually remind me a lot of Soukoku, with the obvious being Gojo = Dazai and Geto = Chuuya, but also Gojo was the one who got left just like Chuuya. So much went wrong for these two when it didn’t have to! If Geto had just took the time to explain, if he didn’t stubbornly try to rationalize his mistake, if Gojo had not taken Geto’s words at face value, if he’d’ve pushed a little more. I really love the impact they had in each other. Geto is the reason Gojo pushes for a better future for young sorcerers (does not seem like it’s going that well) and Gojo was the reason Geto wanted to make the world a better place for sorcerers.

Sun Jing / Qiu Tong from Tamen De Gushi (Their Story), a Chinese manhua. The story is just so cute, innocent, and straight forward. No screwing around, misunderstandings, annoying drama, etc.

Galo / Lio from Promare - this movie was so good! These two are really cute! I’m gonna say they’re semi-canon …

Hua Cheng / Xie Lian Heaven Official’s Blessing. Tragic characters when separated but together work towards their best future! Love it.

Cheng Xiaoshi / Lu Guan from Link Click I watched this on a whim and was so impressed by the characters and story! Im super interested to see where their relationship will take them, especially after what’s been revealed in S2, which I’m still reeling from! I am eagerly waiting for season 3!

I’m curious about yours now! What would you say yours are?

Honorable Mentions in no particular order below the cut

Yeong-sin and Seo-bi from Kingdom (kdrama) even though they don’t interact much, them being the only two survivors of the zombie epidemic in Jiyulheon is really what sets them a part for me although anytime they’re around others they act like they don’t know each oher.

TodoDeku was super cute in a very innocent kind of way. I liked that Todoroki was the first person who wasn’t Izuku’s friend who to saw his potential and see him as competition. I haven’t followed My Hero since S4 tho.

Yoruichi / Soi Fon Bleach; I felt Soi Fon’s devastation, to be joined at the hip and devoted and then abandoned and left behind. Yoruichi is merciless, she didn’t gaf lol.

Speed / Trixie sealed in by the 2008 Speed Racer live actions. They were crazy in the anime.

Astrid / Hiccup from the HTTYD film franchise, what a power couple.

Nancy / Edward from Enchanted, they are wasted by Disney but they’re oh so cute!

Aurora / Phillip from Sleeping Beauty, they are also wasted by Disney.

Goku/Chichi Dragon Ball, Chichi is wasted by Akira.

Steve / Bucky too, from Captain America, the way Steve was constantly ready to raise hell for Bucky got me. I pretend anything Phase 3 and after didn’t happen.