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[argisthebulwark]

what’s with large (dangerous) men and letting them rest? geralt, brynjolf, karl heisenberg, vilkas, bucky barnes, miraak?

i know what’s it’s about. it’s letting them be vulnerable, because if they get to be vulnerable and still be strong, that means i can be, too, but im not ready for that convo

YESS there's something just so big and incredible about these huge, powerful dudes who are used to protecting everyone finally finding a moment to rest. Something about them trusting someone else enough to be fully vulnerable in their presence and knowing that they're loved enough to take time to rest. Who knows.

Especially with like. Heisenberg and Miraak because they're uhhhh kinda villains in their settings. There's something extra good about a man who's hated by the entire world but knowing that he's loved by one single person who is willing to care for him when everything gets to be too much to carry anymore. Knowing that he can break down because he's fucked a lot of stuff up but he has someone willing to put all his pieces back together when he can't do it himself??

Geralt and Vilkas dude they're just so fucking. AAAA they're so used to being the strong one, the one that takes care of everything, the one that everyone else seems to depend on that having to depend on someone else would prob fuck them up a little. Knowing that they need rest and being shocked at the realization that they have someone willing to protect them?? Having someone force them into a warm bath and wash the tangles out of their hair??

Bucky and Bryn are just. exhausted lmao. They're both probably so tired but push themselves far beyond what one person should be able to take. There's something about the tentative trust they'd have to have to let someone see them without their walls up and being surprised that it doesn't result in being hurt again.

But who knows we aren't ready to discuss vulnerability and strength and all that in this house if it isn't directed at a fictional guy who's a little fucked up <3

[suz7days]

GUYS NEW SEB PICS!! I DIED

[sinner-as-saint]

run for your life

Mob!Bucky x Reader 

Summary: He was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with. 

Themes: slight stalker!bucky, possessive!bucky, mild degrading kink, smut, FLUFF, opposite aesthetics, mild daddy kink (nicknames only), cosy little town vibes 

a/n: some fluffy mob!bucky to end the year <3 Thank you so much for always supporting my silly little fics. Merry Christmas my darlings, and happy New Year!! See you soon ;)

He didn't know where exactly he would end up locating you, but finding you in a cosy, small, coastal town in the south of France was not on his list. 

You being the owner of a gourmet bakery was not on his list either. Bucky was confused, surprised, but mostly confused. How did this happen? At first, when Sam came to deliver him the news of your location that morning, Bucky didn’t believe him. Had Sam not been Bucky’s oldest, most loyal friend Bucky would’ve never believed him at all. 

“I’m gonna need you to stop being a dumbass and go find this girl!” Sam, ever the voice of reason yelled at Bucky who had been drowning in his sorrows. “It’s been months, and I can’t keep covering for your ass. I have my own shit to do, my own men to command.” He used that cool, authoritative voice of his. “Pull yourself together, Buck. Go find her.” 

Sam was right. Of course he was. He always was. And it had really been months since that damned night… 

— 

Bucky couldn’t wait to get out of his plane the moment it landed. It was late at night, but the perfect time to go to the club. He had missed it. Well, not the whole club really. Bucky had missed you. 

He had a… special connection with you. His girl. His only girl. His favourite girl. 

This time, he thought, he would do whatever he can to solidify whatever was happening between the two of you. Maybe he’d even get you to go on a real date with him. Maybe that would lead to something more. He was smiling to himself just thinking about it. 

He often thought back to the night you met. He was at the club after a long day of being the dark ruler he was. All he wanted was a drink and a pretty woman on his lap. That’s when he found you. 

Right as he walked in, you caught his eye. Walking around serving drinks, wearing a little see-through red dress that brought every man you walked past to his knees. 

Once he got to his booth, Bucky called you over. You walked towards him sheepishly. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before, beautiful.” He said, patting his thigh. He noticed the way you hesitated. Must be new, he thought. 

You carefully perched on his lap, holding your empty metal tray to your chest. Bucky smirked as he looked at it, like you were putting a makeshift barrier between the two of you. When you remained quiet and squirmy, Bucky spoke up again. 

“Come on, babygirl. Talk to me, it’s okay.” He whispered at his nuzzled your neck. “I don’t bite. Unless you ask nicely, then I might.” 

His warm breath against your skin tickled. You chuckled as you pulled away to look at him. “Um, I’m just a waitress. I’m not supposed to…” You trailed off. Both of you were aware of the no-contact ‘rule’. But there was a natural, unexplainable spark there that neither of you could ignore. 

“Hmm,” His chest rumbled. “How about we go somewhere private?” He whispered into your ear and noticed the way you shivered. 

You hung your head, clutching your metal tray. “Waitresses aren’t supposed to go into the VIP rooms, sir.” You said quietly, just loud enough for him to hear you above the sensual music. 

Bucky smirked. Then leaned in and whispered, “I suppose I can bend the rules a little given I co-own the club.” 

You froze and went to stand up immediately, already apologising but he wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you on his lap. 

“It’s okay, babygirl. You’re not in trouble, I promise.” 

The two of you ended up in one of the VIP rooms. Nothing happened, you just kissed and talked and kissed some more. Bucky promised to come back. And he did. For months. Again and again and each time he did, you were drawn to him like he was gravity from the very moment he walked into the room. 

And that night he landed after being away for weeks, he expected you to run right into his arms the moment he’d enter the club like you always did. He even got you a nice little gift to make up for the time that he’d been away. It was a rare, red diamond choker. He could already imagine how it would look around your neck. Like a brand. His. 

But then he got to the club. And he noticed everyone was avoiding his eyes almost anxiously. And his girl was nowhere to be seen. He searched for you in the main area for a while, then even searched the VIP rooms, vowing to commit horrible crimes if he ever found you in there with another man. 

But no. 

He called Sam, who co-owned the club, and Sam had no idea who he was talking about. Bucky asked the staff members, and one bartender finally told him that you’d resigned a few weeks ago. And no one knew where you went. He asked for your full name, but no one knew that either. 

Not even Sam. “I didn’t even know we had a new waitress, Buck. I have more important shit to worry about.” He’d said, adding to the burning sensation in Bucky’s chest. 

“She left me.” 

Sam had no idea what his best friend was babbling about. And during the many months that followed, Bucky was a mess. A mess like Sam had never seen before. Frantically scanning country after country, searching for a girl with no name. He was in love, and he wasn’t giving up. He would find his girl come what may. 

—

But now Bucky knew where you were. 

And he was more confused than ever. He had even more questions. 

Bucky spent a whole week in that little town. Watching you, learning your routine, observing and questioning. He disguised himself as a local and always kept his distance even though his hands itched to touch you. 

At first he was bothered by how you were fine with living the same day everyday. Your routine seemed boring at first, but the more he watched, the more he realised it was sort of therapeutic. The normality of it all. 

He rented an apartment on the other side of the street from your bakery, and he spent hours watching you. 

You lived right above the bakery. A quaint apartment, with flower pots all around the french windows. Sometimes when you forgot to turn the lights off at night, Bucky spent the whole night spying on you, counting your breaths as you slept on your couch in front of the TV. 

You’d wake up at the crack of dawn, then you’d feed your dogs. He noticed you had two. Lazy, both of them. Then you’d get downstairs and within half an hour, the cool air that entered his apartment carried the smell of the sea and baked goods. 

All he wanted was to cross the cobblestone street and drag you to his bed, demand answers while fucking some sense into you. But the more he watched you, the more his anger diminished. Temporarily. 

The genuine smile on your face as you served your loyal customers all day, especially the ones who always came early in the morning on their way to work. The occasional sound of your voice or your laughter that slipped past whenever someone didn’t close the door right. The sound of children squealing and laughing whenever you gave away leftover baked goods or donuts in the evenings. How you knew almost everyone by name. How sometimes you invited neighbours over for wine nights. How you went on little walks in late, cool evenings, forcing your lazy pets to walk but then ending up having to carry them on the way back. They were spoiled, he realised. He hated to admit that he was jealous of the damned dogs who got so much of your attention while he starved for it. 

He wasn’t angry by the end of that first week of spying, he was just hurting. How dare you live a whole new life without him? How dare you laugh and seem like you don’t miss him? He’d just spent months looking for you and here you were, just going about your day like you didn’t care? Like none of those nights you’d spent together mattered? 

Meanwhile he was shaking just reminiscing the way your touch felt across his skin. He remembered the first time the two of you crossed that line in one of the VIP rooms…

You were wearing that red dress again. Fucking tease, he hissed each time you moved or squirmed on his lap. 

“Baby, please,” He groaned. “Just… let me touch you. Daddy will make you feel good, so good babygirl, I promise.” He pleaded, hands caressing your soft, warm thighs. 

You shook your head, popping another one of those chocolates he brought you into your mouth and sucking your fingers after. Torturing him. 

“We can’t,” You insisted, with nothing but mischief in your eyes as you looked at him. “You made these rules yourself, remember?” You chuckled when he groaned again when you straddled him properly. 

“I don’t give a shit about rules.” He hissed, nuzzling your neck. Slowly, he kissed up and down your neck. “I just wanna taste you. That’s it. Just a taste.” 

That’s how he found himself on his knees, face in between your thighs. His skilled tongue making you whine and whimper as you tugged on his hair. Bucky hummed in appreciation the more he tasted you. 

“Come on daddy’s face, baby…” 

That’s it. 

Bucky decided he would go see you the next morning. He would drag you back home if he had to, but he wouldn’t spend another day without you. Who did you think you were? No one just tosses him aside like this. He’d remind you who he was and then you’d both go home right away. 

—

Bucky woke up to a thunderstorm. Weather around here was unpredictable. He got out of bed and immediately looked outside to find your bakery empty. No customers in sight because of the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. The golden light was on though. 

He decided it was time to go have a talk with you. He promised not to lose his temper. He would go in there calmly, talk it out with you. Ask you what the fuck you are doing here, and then he’d take you home. 

But that ended up not happening. 

Bucky crossed the slippery cobblestone street, walked into your comforting, sweet smelling bakery and froze. He froze right there at the entrance. 

As did you. Standing there behind the wooden counter, oven mittens in your hand and apron in another, you stared at Bucky with nothing but pure shock and surprise on your face. A thousand thoughts, mainly questions, crossed your mind. 

What is he doing here? How did he find you? Why is he dressed casually like a local, wearing soft colours instead of his usual suits? How long has he been here? What is he doing here? 

You let out a little gasp. “Bucky?” 

Wrong move, apparently. Because his demeanour changed in a nanosecond. His calm and collected-ness was forgotten instantly. Jaws clenched, with a murderous look in his eyes, he walked closer, more like charged at you, and around the counter before you could even get a word out. 

He had you pinned to the nearest wall before you could process it all. Knocking down a framed picture in the process. Towering above you, he looked like he was beyond pissed. 

“Bucky, I—,” 

“Shut up.” He hissed, voice cold with bitterness and anger. He watched how you shivered when he pinned your wrists to the wall on either side of your head. “Shut the fuck up.” 

He leaned closer, chest pressing against yours leaving no space in between. He closed his eyes and sighed for a moment, trying his hardest to see reason but he was angry. So angry he couldn’t think. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He spoke with such a low voice that you trembled against him, causing him to tighten his grip around your wrists, surely bruising them. You didn’t care. 

You winced, “I can explain.” Fuck, you’d missed him too. It had been months since you last saw him. He was just as handsome as you remembered. His hair was a little longer now, his beard a little thicker. But he made your heart race just the same. “Please Bucky,” You whispered, “let me explain everything to you.” 

“No.” He growled before pressing his mouth to yours, angrily. Like he wanted his kiss to hurt. And it did. 

His rough facial hair scratched your skin, his teeth nibbled on and bit your lips. His hands damn near crushed your wrists in his strong grip. And he didn’t give you even the briefest second to breathe. He kissed you just like how he imagined he would do once he found you. Ravenously. Pouring everything he felt into it. Desperation, anger, hurt, obsession. He couldn’t get enough. 

“Bucky…” You gasped against his lips when he finally pulled away. Breathing fast, you tried to get a look at him but he just seemed even more angry. 

“Turn around,” He mumbled, forcing you to turn around anyway. Fuck, the sight of you in that long, flowy, sundress was doing things to him. He was never this bothered when you used to parade around in your little see-through dresses, but somehow the sight of you in this pink, floral dress was making him act like a caveman. 

His movements were rash and angry. He almost tore your dress off of you while he shoved his rough hand in between your legs and touched you where you desperately wanted him to. You whined and trembled against the cool wall when he slid a finger in, fucking you with it while he hissed into your ear. 

“I should punish you for what you did to me,” His deep voice made his chest rumble against your back. “I should tie you up and fuck you however I want.” 

Your dress was partially off, bunched and only hanging on around your waist. Being so dishevelled made this even dirtier. You were moaning by now, hoping the heavy rain would blur your actions from anyone who walked by the shop. Or god forbid, walk in. 

“How dare you think you can just leave me?” He demanded, sliding another finger inside you and making your body come alive. 

You were embarrassingly wet at this point, and the sounds your body made as he finger-fucked you were lewd. But you couldn’t get enough. 

More, more, more. You mentally chanted. 

Bucky wasn’t having the silent treatment, so he smacked your thigh to get your attention. You yelped. Your skin stung as he smacked it again, on the same spot. Harder this time. You cried out even louder as he kept taunting you. “Answer me, you fucking brat!” His lips brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke. “Why did you leave me?” 

You cried as he kept fucking you with his fingers you even as you came. His fingers sliding in and out with ease now. The sounds you made were wanton. “You… you left first.” You tried to argue. But failed miserably. 

He chuckled in that dark and dangerous way of his. “I left for work.” He said, “And I promised you I’d be back.” He reached deeper inside you, curling his fingers just enough to make you mutter incoherent things. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” 

“Please, please, please…” You begged. “Please I need to come, Bucky please.” 

“Oh?” He chuckled again, slowing down his movements purposely. “No one touched you, huh?” He playfully bit on your exposed shoulder. “You’re so fucking wet it’s dripping down my hand, babygirl.” He boasted. “Is it because no one has touched you these past few months? Hmm?” 

“Yes…” You had tears streaming down your face, and you nodded breathlessly. “Please…” 

But instead of making you come all over his fingers, Bucky pulled away for a brief moment. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear him undoing his trousers. And moments later, he was rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. You shivered in pleasure.

“I’m gonna teach you what happens to people who think they can run from me, babygirl.” He growled as he pushed his cock into you, making you cry out loud as he stretched you out. 

After months of not having him, right now he felt huge inside you. Just like that, memories of nights spent with him came flooding back in. You moaned as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. 

His hand gripped you by the hips, holding you against him as he sped up into you, fucking you like he hated you. Like it was punishment. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and licked, and bit on your skin as he fucked into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls.

“Did you think I’d never find you?” He asked, fucking into you. “I bet you thought you’d gotten rid of me, hmm?” 

You’d missed him too. He could tell by the way you were starting to clench around him already. Bucky nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how good he felt inside you. 

“See, it didn’t have to be like this, baby…” he mumbled angrily against your skin while he fucked you like an animal, “I could be nice and gentle with your body, but you just had to be a fucking brat and leave me with no warning.” He spat, growling in your ear as he pounded into you, your chest slamming into the wall with each thrust. It hurt in the best way. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your legs started to shake as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly.

The pleasure, the pain, the heat of him… was too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Bucky–,” You choked on your words as you came undone, walls clenching around him, and a loud moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. It was almost blinding. 

His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, moaning out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He came while biting down hard on your shoulder. So hard that even you cried out, still coming down from your high as you felt him spill deep inside you. 

That bite on your shoulder hurt. And like a chain reaction, everything began to hurt. Having him here hurt. Memories of being with him in the city, in the dark rooms of that club hurt. Realising how fast your life changed hurt. 

You didn’t realise you were sobbing quietly until you heard Bucky apologising profusely. Suddenly no longer angry. No longer feeling betrayed. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry.” He kissed that sore spot softly, his bite mark on your shoulder repeatedly as he wrapped his arms around you, securing you in the comfort of his embrace. “I don’t know what came over me, babygirl. I’m so sorry, please look at me. Hey, hey,” He pulled away and turned you so you faced him, still with tears in your eyes. “Babygirl, I’m so sorry.” He whispered, wiping your tears away, then kissing your face repeatedly. 

You remained like that for a few minutes. Arms wrapped around one another, standing there against that wall while it rained like hell outside. Bucky didn’t stop apologising. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been an animal like this with you, I—,” 

You cut him off finally, “Shh, it’s okay.” You pulled away from his warm chest to look up at him. “I needed this.” You said, sniffling as you gently cupped his rough cheek, caressing his face with your thumb. “I needed you like this.” 

He just hugged you close again, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry.” He apologised one final time. “I’ll listen, I promise. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.” 

You smiled faintly at him. “Then I should lock up down here and we can go upstairs. I don’t want to scare my neighbours by risking them finding us like this.” You looked down at your partially torn dress and Bucky’s unbuttoned trousers. 

Much to your surprise, Bucky said, “You go ahead, I’ll close and lock up.” 

You frowned at him even as you desperately tried to get the top of your sundress to cover your chest. “You wouldn’t know how to…” You trailed off as realisation set in. He was a calculated, smart man. He didn’t just apparate on your doorstep with no planning. “You’ve been watching me.” You stated, raising an eyebrow at him. 

Bucky gave you a rare, guilty look. 

You sighed and shook your head. “I guess I chose this life by getting involved with you.” You gave him a faint smile. “Alright then, lock it. Leave the key in the little basket by the door.” You started walking towards the stairs, then turned around again and said, “Make sure the windows are properly locked too, because of the rain and stuff.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky nodded.

You smirked at him. 

With that you took the stairs and Bucky watched you go with a fond smile on his face. No one ever ordered him around. He hated it. But coming from you, he quite liked it. 

Bucky chuckled at himself because never in his life had he ever imagined he would one day be closing up a bakery in a small town, all for the woman he’s obsessively in love with. But he didn’t mind it one bit. 

After following your instructions and double checking the windows, he made his way upstairs as well. Again, he didn’t know what he expected your place to look like – and all that spying only allowed him glimpses of your apartment – but he never expected your space to look so… 

Pink. With occasional gold accents. Pale pink couch, the one you often fell asleep on while watching TV, and fluffy white pillows and rugs to go with. Paintings hanging on even paler pink walls. The kitchen he couldn’t quite see but he assumed it’d have to be all white. Pink dog beds, with fluffy balls of brown fur sleeping on them – wearing pink collars no less. 

He couldn’t see your bedroom from the living room given the door was closed but given the pink, fluffy robe and socks you wore he could imagine just how pink it must be. 

“It’s so girly.” He commented, as if surprised. Maybe he was a little. After all, he knew you as the seductive goddess he met almost every night at the club. He never realised that it was all just a show, that it was all just a persona at work. In a way, stepping into your space felt so intimate. He liked it. 

You chuckled. “Coquette, please.” You corrected as you handed him a glass of red wine while he took a seat beside you. He did look a little out of place in your apartment, a dark and broody man like him. But then again, he was here and that’s all that mattered. 

He turned to look at you and couldn’t resist holding your hand and pulling you onto his lap again. “Come here,” He said, “I’ve missed you.” 

As you straddled his lap, your robe exposed some of your shoulder and Bucky saw the very noticeable bite mark he left on you. He grimaced when he saw it. He placed his wine glass to the side and traced the bite mark with his thumb carefully. 

“I’m sorry, babygirl.” He whispered, leaning in to nuzzle your neck and kiss the bite mark. And breathe in your scent. Fuck, he’d missed it so much. “You smell a little different. Fruitier.” 

You giggled when his hair tickled your skin. “I made blueberry compote earlier this morning. Perhaps that’s why.” 

You could feel him smiling against your skin. Then he pulled away to look at you. His hands shamelessly slid under your robe, eager to touch your skin. Relishing it this time, not in a feral hurry like he was earlier. He seemed visibly calmer too. 

“We used to spend hours like this at the club, remember?” He spoke, and immediately you were overwhelmed with nostalgia. 

Hours, days, weeks, months. Some days back then you would wake up in the morning already excited to see Bucky in the evening. And it wasn’t because it was all sexual. So many nights all you two did was drink, laugh and talk about everything. He once told you that apart from Sam, you were his only real friend. 

Bucky kissed you, breaking you out of your reverie surely thinking of the past as well. It was a slow, gentle kiss. It was consuming you. His hands caressed your thighs which were still a little sore from earlier. You winced in pain when he massaged the spot where he spanked you. 

Bucky pulled away from the kiss, apologising again as he kissed down your chin. “I’m sorry, babygirl.” 

You smiled at him after taking a sip of your wine. “Stop pretending as if we were always vanilla or that this is scandalous in any way shape or form.” You chuckled as you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “We both know this was nothing compared to how we used to be.” 

Bucky smiled, a little sadly. “I missed you.” He repeated. “Tell me,” He said, “Tell me everything.” 

You finished your wine. “What do you want to know?” 

“Why did you start working at the club?” He caught the look of sadness that suddenly appeared on your face upon hearing the question.

“I… I had to drop out of uni because my grandparents fell sick.” You explained. “Mom and dad were travelling for work at the time, and I was the only one who could take care of grandma and grandpa. The treatments and all ended up costing a little more than what we had so I needed a job that paid well, I also needed one that would allow me to be flexible with my time so I could take care of my grandparents.” 

Bucky nodded, “Hence the club.” 

You nodded in confirmation. 

“Your parents never intervened? So you could finish your education?” He questioned. 

“No.” You said, almost emotionless. “When they found out what I was doing, where I was working to earn the extra money we needed… they kind of disowned me. And vowed to never talk to me again.” You chuckled, humourlessly. 

“They don’t deserve you.” Bucky said quickly, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close. “You were so brave baby, I wish you would’ve told me all of this.” 

You slid your fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp gently. “You were already taking care of me.” You said, “You mended my heart a little each night when I saw you.” 

“I wish I could’ve done more.” He kissed along your collarbones, then froze again as if he remembered something. “I almost forgot,” He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek black box. “I got you something.” Then clarified, “Well, I got you this months ago. I would’ve given it to you had you not run away from me.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “I didn’t run from you, I–,” 

He cut you off with a finger on your lips. “Tell me about that part in a minute,” He opened the slender black box to reveal the red diamond choker inside. “I had this made for you.” He watched your face intently. 

“Bucky…” You hesitantly reached for it, running your fingers over the beauty of it. It was a simple design. Elegant, timeless. Way too expensive. “I can’t take this,” You began protesting, “It’s too much.” 

Bucky made a face and said, “Oh shut up.” He was already clasping it around your neck before you could protest any further. “It’s a gift from daddy,” He whispered against the corner of your lips. “You deserve it, babygirl.” 

When he pulled away to look at you, his heart almost broke again at the sight of the tears in your eyes. 

“What is it?” He asked, wiping your tears away for the second time today. “Is it that ugly?” 

You laughed through the tears. “No, it’s the prettiest thing I own.” You sniffled. “The only piece of real jewellery in fact.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” 

“Remind me to get you a whole collection.” Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you deeply. 

Then it turned into something more and by the time the afternoon rolled around, the two of you had lost count how many times you’d made love on your pink couch. Slow touches and cuddles, and soft kisses always resulted in the two of you fucking again. 

—

In the late afternoon, while snacking on random things Bucky realised you still hadn’t explained how you ended up here. 

“Grandma and grandpa’s bakery.” You explained, watching the rain pour outside. “They left it to me. They died within weeks of each other,” You said with a melancholic smile on your face, “I always knew that would happen. They loved each other too much to live without one another for too long.” 

You turned to look at Bucky who pulled you onto his lap again and held you as tightly as possible. You weren’t crying this time, but being held felt nice. 

You continued, “I had funerals to plan, I had to pack up my life and move all the way here, I had to take on the responsibility of the bakery and renovate this apartment. And you were already gone at the time so…” You sighed. “I didn’t know if I should leave a note or not. I didn’t know if you were actually coming back or–,” 

“I would never abandon you. I thought you knew that.” Bucky said, a little annoyed at that. “I made you a promise, did you not–,” 

You couldn’t help but argue, “Yeah well, I didn’t know if what we had was real enough for you to come back to.” 

Bucky frowned. “Baby…” 

You gave him a small smile, and pressed your forehead against his, rubbing your noses together. “I know now. It is.” 

When you finally pulled away from his addicting embrace you said, “I’m gonna get started on dinner. You can shower in there,” You pointed at your bedroom door as you got up from the couch. Bucky tried to grab you again but you pulled away laughing. “The weather is clearing up, we can have dinner outside on the patio.” 

You threw him a wink and made your way into the kitchen. 

Bucky finally got up and walked into your bedroom. Just as he imagined, the place was all white, gold, and pink. He actually laughed when he walked into the bathroom and found it pale pink as well. He’d grown to love it too by now. 

–

You were busy at the stove, making your best seafood pasta, when you felt strong arms wrapping around you from behind. 

“How’d you like my bedroom?” You asked, smirking already as you pictured him in your very girly space. 

“It’s very pink. The bed looks comfy,” He whispered into your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you in it later.” 

You chuckled and passed him another glass of wine. As you turned to face him again, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. There he was, one of the scariest men you knew, standing in your grandma-core kitchen, wearing a fluffy white robe with pink clouds on it. 

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Oh don’t comment on it. I can already hear Sam laughing his ass off and he’s not even here.” 

You laughed even harder before you kissed his cheek. “It suits you.” You said. Then you handed him a couple of plates and pointed at the patio which could be seen from the kitchen window, “Can you set the table?” 

He finished his wine and then mumbled on his way out like a grumpy old man, “First close the bakery, now set the table,” He shouted from outside, “You know, if this whole thing was your elaborate plan to hire me as your domestic helper, you could’ve just asked, babygirl.” 

You laughed at him from inside the kitchen. You shook your head as you watched him. Wearing your fluffy robe, setting the small table on your patio. The view of the ocean from that patio was to die for, and the setting sun was just sublime. The golden lights you’d hung above the cute little dining area added to the cosy atmosphere. Now with the weather a lot nicer than it was hours ago, you could hear the small town coming alive again. Voice and laughter, children cycling down the cobblestone. 

And Bucky. Bucky was here too. Winking at you from the patio. And you thought your life had ended when your parents disowned you. You scoffed at the thought. Then you thanked whatever god was listening for bringing Bucky back to you. 

— 

During dinner, Bucky filled you in on what he was up to while you were gone. And you did the same. One bottle of wine turned into two, then you and Bucky laughed at random things while you did the dishes. 

Then you found yourselves in your bed. And like he promised, Bucky made love to you there as well. 

His muscular body hovered above yours. He looked down at you with nothing but love and desire in his eyes as you undid the ridiculous robe to let his cock out. He was hard already. 

“Think I like you a lot in this robe.” You teased. 

Bucky laughed before leaning in for a kiss again. He nibbled along your skin, from your mouth to your neck as he parted your legs and slid into you.  

You gasped as your walls welcomed him perfectly. He was nice and snug inside you, stretching you out in a way that had you whining and whimpering under him in no time. 

Bucky laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head on your pink covers as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled back once he started moving in and out of you. Taking his sweet time, loving the way his warm skin rubbed against yours. 

He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly. “I love you.” He breathed against your mouth. “So fucking much.” He kissed along your skin and moaned into your ear as he sped up. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” 

“Oh Buck,” You smiled up at him, “I love you.” 

“You’re mine.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you as he made you come again. 

“And you’re mine.” 

— 

You woke up some time in the middle of the night, thirsty after all that wine from earlier. But the moment you sat up to get out of bed, Bucky woke up too. Asking in his groggy voice, which you had never heard before but concluded that it was kind of hot, “Where are you going? What is it?” 

You smiled and kissed his forehead while getting out of bed, “Just thirsty. I’ll be right back.” 

Bucky got up after you, getting out of bed as well. “I’m coming too.” He said, “I worry this girly room might engulf me if you leave me here alone.” He joked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he followed you out and into the kitchen. 

Truth is, he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second. 

You handed him a glass of cold water while you put some water to boil to make tea. Some green tea should put the two of you right back to sleep, you thought. 

So there you were in your cosy kitchen, wrapped in a soft blanket. Bucky leaned against the counter watching you. He was shirtless, just in some white, cotton pyjama pants that you lent him. They didn’t fit him at all but something about him in your clothes made him seem adorable. 

You were both quiet. But you could feel Bucky thinking. He looked like he was trying to find the right way to ask you something. You didn’t know what. But he had that little frown on his forehead. You wanted to kiss it away. 

“What is it?” You asked. 

Bucky avoided your eyes, choosing to stare at the floor instead as he asked, “Do you think… I mean, would you ever come back home?” 

Ah. The few moments of silence which followed were heavy. You didn’t like how that question put some kind of metaphorical distance between the two of you. 

So you took a few steps and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his muscular, toned chest and said, “This is home, for me.” You gave him the truth. “That city was never home now that I think about it.” You smiled faintly, “The only good part was you.” 

Bucky nodded. “So,” He began, then stopped to clear his throat and spoke again, “You won’t ever leave this place?” 

You slid your hands up across his skin, feeling the warm, strong muscles underneath your palm. You traced his collar bones, then his neck and finally cupped his face in your hands. He wrapped his arms loosely around your middle. 

“I love it here, Bucky.” You stated. “It’s quiet, and peaceful. It looks boring at first but it’s what I’ve always wanted.” You said. “Plus my grandparents left me this, it’s all I have of them.” You paused for a while, hating that look of hurt in his ocean blue eyes. “I won’t leave. This is my home now.” 

Bucky was quiet. Even his breathing was slow. 

You let go of him, took a step back and said, “Maybe you should head back.” It felt like the words sliced you from the inside. It hurt to even utter them. “You have a life there.” You gave him a sad smile. Followed by a faint chuckle. “Unless you want to take up fishing then I’m afraid there’s nothing for you here.” 

He scoffed. “There’s you.” He said as if that was more than enough. 

“Bucky.” You warned. 

He shook his head, then reached for his phone which he’d forgotten in the kitchen earlier tonight. “Sam will probably fly out here to beat me up when I tell him.” He spoke, none of what he said made sense to you though.

“What are you–,”

“And he’ll have to work twice as much. But he’ll do great, I know. He’s Sam after all, strongest man I know.” Bucky carried on, ignoring your questions as he typed away on his phone. “I’ll do as much as I can from here, maybe fly back to the city once or twice a year to show my face.” 

“Bucky,” You warned again, “What are you talking—,” 

Bucky continued, cutting you off each time you tried to get a word in. “I’ll have to call my people, actually I have a lot of phone calls to make if–,” 

You cut him off this time, stepping closer to him again and grabbing him by his broad shoulders. “What are you talking about?” 

Bucky gave you a lovesick smile. “Well if you’re not going back to the city, neither am I.” He answered. You froze. He continued. “I’ll have to buy us a bigger home somewhere around here. We’ll keep the apartment and bakery of course, but maybe we could use some staff to help with maintenance and to keep the bakery running.” 

He made a mental, makeshift plan while you had silent tears streaming down your face. 

He continued, “We’ll get you back in uni, whichever one you want and whichever offers distance learning because there’s no way I’m letting you live on some campus away from me.” He paused, then said, “I’ll have to actually take up fishing. Maybe I’ll buy a few boats, you know I always wanted to be a yacht broker.” He sounded almost… hopeful. “Retirement sounds nice.” 

You sniffled. “Buck…” 

Bucky kept talking while he gently caressed your back. “I’ll have to learn French,” He groaned, “At this grown age.” He added. “I’ll have to know what's a chocolate croissant and what’s a pain au chocolat if I want to occasionally help out with the bakery. I can’t be uncultured while my wife is this connoisseur, you know? The locals will laugh at me.” 

“Wife?” You questioned through tears and a faint, barely there smile. 

He rolled his eyes. “Baby, I’m wearing your clothes, sleeping in your girly room, eating off of your floral plates.” He explained, “If you don’t marry me, I will lose my reputation.” He joked. 

You laughed, and sobbed as you threw your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could. 

“You don’t have to do this.” You spoke through tears. Your heart felt so full, you didn’t know how to handle a man like Bucky changing the course of his life for you. All for you. 

Bucky hugged you back, kissing the top of your head. “I want to.” He said, “I have to. Otherwise you’ll run away again.” He teased. 

You laughed quietly. “I won’t.” You said firmly. 

“Good,” He sighed, squeezing you tightly in his arms before letting go. “Now I have to tell Sam.” He looked genuinely worried. 

You giggled, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Tell him in the morning.” You whispered, your hands already trailing down to the waistband of the pyjama pants. 

Bucky chuckled before leaning in to kiss you, deeply. “Okay baby,” He whispered, forgetting everything else as he got lost in you all over again. 

He made love to you right there in the kitchen, sliding in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the counter. Slow and gentle. Kissing you softly, making a mess of you as he made you come over and over and over again. Whispering against your heated skin, your wet, open mouth, “You’re mine…” 

“All yours,” You answered, holding him tightly. Your nails scratching down his back, your skin burning in all the best ways as his beard scratched it each time he kissed you. 

This time, he made you a different promise. 

“If you chose to run again, you better run for your life and pray I never find you, babygirl…” He whispered into your ear as he slid inside you again. His cock made it hard for you to focus on anything else but you tried your hardest to hear him out. “Because I won’t be this kind if I ever have to hunt for you again.” 

You laughed, but ended up moaning as he bit down on your other shoulder this time. Marking you as his again.

[buckyalpine]

Snacks and midnight

Imagine Bucky finding his adorably, heavily pregnant girl perched onto kitchen counter rummaging for snacks like a little gremlin in the middle of the night. He’d woken up, reaching over the bed to cuddle you only to find it empty. He snorted when he swiped his hand over the sheets feeling bits of crumbs left over from your secret stash of snacks. He rubbed his eyes, noting there was a trail of evidence that led out of the bedroom, the faint sound of crunching carrying down the hall.

Bucky swung his legs over the bed, trudging towards the source of the sounds, his eye growing wide at the sight before him in the kitchen.

“Oh my god”

You had crawled onto the counter, knees perched on the marble top, digging through the cupboards with your hands deep in a box of Oreos. You were too busy with your scavenging for snacks to hear the soldier walk in, huffing when you noticed there was only one box of Dunkaroos left.

“What you up to babygirl" Bucky cooed, quietly wrapping his arms around you from behind, holding you securely when you squeaked in surprise. You gave him a sheepish smile, leaning back into his hold while still scanning the contents of your spread; chips, chocolate and various sour candies all covering the kitchen.

"I was hungry" You shrugged innocently while Bucky shook his head, making sure you couldn't squirm around after getting caught in such a ridiculous position. "And so was Bucky jr"

"Bucky jr. told his mama to sneak into the kitchen like a mouse and crawl onto the counters?"

"I didn't wanna wake you and I couldn't reach" You rubbed your swollen belly for emphasis, giving him a pout when he cocked an eyebrow.

"Come down from there you little gremlin, I'll talk to my son about this later" Bucky gave your butt a light pat before scooping you up an carrying you back to bed, kissing the crumbs that clung into your bottom lip. "I'll buy you all the snacks you want first thing in the morning, how does that sound?"

"Including Dunkaroo's? I think Sam ate them all and he just likes the frosting"

"I'll buy Dunkaroo's"

"And chips? I need something salty"

"I'll get you chips babydoll"

"And donuts?" You batted your lashes at him knowing you hardly needed to, he was already a puddle of mush for you and your growing belly.

"Alright bunny" He chuckled, carrying you in his arms, loving the way you tucked your face into his neck with a content sigh. He gently laid you down, making sure you were comfy and fast asleep before shuffling down the bed and lifting you t-shirt up, eyes narrowed at your belly, his voice a low whisper.

"Now. Let's talk about your dietary choices and why your have your mama climbing the house like spider boy at 3:03am"

[timidpumpkin]

Little Light (Stucky x reader)

Part 3: Relent

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Summary: With a rough night behind them, Steve and Bucky hope to focus on what they brought you here for: to be their good little girl.

Warnings for this part: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Forced age regression, Female reader, Manipulation, Implied panic attack, slight noncon(?), Fluff, Comfort.

Warnings for future parts: Dubcon, Stockholm Syndrome. (Will add more as needed)

Let me know if I missed any!!

Notes: Hiiii sooo this and the last two parts I had already written (for the most part)...months ago..hehe. I definitely plan on doing more within this universe! I super hope you guys like it :)) let me know your thoughts please!! I love hearing from you all!! <333333 I can't wait to do more already <3

Word count: 3.8k

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You wake to something cold caressing your face, your whole body is freezing. From your toes to your nose, you feel as though you’re made of ice. As your eyes peel open, you’re met with pale walls in a luminous room. 

It must be morning.

“Wake up babygirl.” you hear Bucky’s voice. You turn to see him, and Steve, looking down at you.

“Are you ready to come out of timeout?” Steve asks. Immediately, tears start streaming down your face as you remember last night. You nod pitifully. Steve kneels beside you. “Did you learn you lesson?” he asks tentatively, wiping the tears from your cheeks,

“Y-yes” you croak out. You can’t help but lean into his warm touch as his large hand holds your face. You’re in so much pain, even more so than when you must have passed out from exhaustion last night.

“Yes, what?” Bucky requests, and you break.

“Yes, dada! Yes, daddy! I’m-I’m sorry! M’sorry I was bad!” you’re sobbing uncontrollably now. “I-I’ve learned my lesson, please-please just let me out!”

Bucky is kneeling on the other side of you now, gently turning your head towards him, hand cupping your face. 

“And what lesson is that doll? What did you learn?” 

“T-t’not run away, I-I won't d-do it again! I-I promise! I-I’ll be good now, I’ll be good, I-j-just please don’t leave me alone again! Please daddy!”

“Okay babygirl, hey, it’s okay now, no more punishment,” he helps wipe away more of your tears, caressing your face now with both hands. You’re too hysterical to notice only one side of your face feels warm.

“We believe you babygirl. We’re going to untie you now. Just sit still while we do okay, angel?” Steve speaks. You can't help but cherish his sweet words to you, as you melt further into their touch.

“Okay dada” you say, tears slowing down. Steve mumbles a good girl and caresses your head one more time before they begin to untie you. You feel relief. Not just because you’re being freed from your binds, but because you know they’re no longer upset with you. They were so mad, so…mean before, and now they’re mumbling praises while freeing you. It makes you feel…content. 

Steve gently picks up your limp form. You have no energy. You barely ate a few bites before you got sent to this room. Steve helps wrap your arms around his neck as your head rests on his shoulder, legs supported around his waist. He carries you downstairs and sits on the couch with you still entangled around him.

He could see how exhausted you were. He hated it. The last thing Steve wanted was for you to be punished on your very first day here, but, what else could they have done? You tried to run away from him, from both of them. You had to learn that it wasn’t acceptable to do that. Soon you'd realize they were doing it to protect you. They could only keep you safe if you're with them, so you have to learn not to run away. 

You hear distant clatter from the kitchen as you sit with Steve. 

He begins rubbing up and down your back. He’s so warm. He wraps a blanket around both of you as he continues tenderly stroking you. He softly kneads at your shoulders and back and rubs the sensitive skin around your arms and ankles. He gently shushes you as some residual tears wet his shirt underneath you. You feel heavy under his touch, but in a good way, as your muscles relax for the first time since you got here. You fall asleep under his touch. 

Steve continues to massage you through your sleep. You feel so delightful on him as tiny huffs of air escape from you. He silently looks forward to the days ahead where you’ll lay atop him and bucky, just like this, all the time. When you’ll wake up to give him soft kisses before asking if you can go play with your dolls. Where you’ll trot through the house showing them your latest drawing. Where you’ll cuddle next to them on this very couch to watch a movie. He knows it’ll take time for you to adjust fully, but he also knows that you easily adapt to them. He knows this because you're perfect for them. 

Steve quietly wakes you from your slumber as breakfast is ready. He places you in the same spot you were just hours ago. Now, there’s a plate full of apples and bananas with a plentiful side of peanut butter and yogurt. Normally, you wouldn’t have picked something as healthy, but you’ll take what you can get. This time, Steve and Bucky eat along with you. It’s quiet while you eat, and after you’ve finished your second cup of milk, Bucky speaks. 

“Feel better babygirl?” 

“Yes daddy…thank you.” you say quietly. You probably shouldn’t be thanking them–definitely shouldn't, but…after your much needed massage and full belly, you can’t help but feel…grateful. 

“You want some more milk?” Bucky asks. You look towards your almost empty sipping cup, and shake your head before remembering to reply. 

“Uh-no…daddy.”

“I think you’d feel even better getting cleaned up, huh doll?” you look up to him at that. 

A shower. 

Oh how nice that sounded right now. You’ve been in the same clothes since yesterday and you honestly feel gross. 

“I-I’d like that…please.” While Steve cleans up, Bucky leads you to their bathroom. When you walk in you notice some neatly folded feminine-looking clothes laying on top of the counter. You stand in the threshold admiring the spacious bathroom again while Bucky starts running a bath. 

“Uhm…I’m okay with just taking a shower” you offer, hoping he’ll leave soon. He looks over his shoulder at you.

“Come here, sit while I get it ready for you.” he motions towards the cloth-covered toilet seat. Did he not hear you? You hesitantly comply. Guess you are taking a bath. He tests its temperature with his right hand, and after there’s enough water to cover the bottom, he turns to you with open arms.

“Come on, let’s get you undressed,” your stomach drops, eyes wide as you freeze. You glance at the door evaluating your escape route. “Don’t be like that, doll.” he orders, a displeased expression on his face. 

“No, I-I mean I can bathe myself…I-I promise…please.” you fret, beginning to shake. 

He sighs, “Look at me,” he demands, “I’m not going to hurt you. Remember what Dada said? We’re going to take care of you…you know why?” You shake your head. 

“Because you’re our little girl. And little girls like you need help taking baths. Now I’m not going to hurt you, but I'm also not going to ask again.” he warns. “don’t make this harder for yourself.” his inflection alone frightens you. You don’t want to find out how this could be any worse than it already is, but you really don’t want to be naked and vulnerable in front of some scary man–one you barely know, and one who is literally holding you captive. 

“N-no please, I-I understand I’m your…little girl, but I-I really can clean myself, I promise I can.” You reason clumsily.

“You’re not listening to me, doll. I’m helping you take a bath, Either you get in this tub, or you get another punishment,” he threatens, “and don’t think I’ll go as easy on you as Dada let last night.” his abrasive threat scares you to your core. What could be worse than being tied and locked up for more than ten hours? You’re at a complete loss for words, paralyzed as he begins carefully peeling off your clothes–slowly. 

To Bucky, it’s anything but. He waited for this moment for months. He’s going to cherish every moment he can. He revels in every inch of skin that gets revealed as he pulls your sleep gown off–the same one Steve dressed you in the night before last when you were still unconscious and unaware of Steve’s enamored gaze. 

“She’s so beautiful, Buck” he runs his hands along your bare sides, sliding down to your outer thighs, pausing when his eyes meet your naked mound. His pupils are blown, any trace of ultramarine gone as his eyes rake your bare form. Bucky places a hand on Steve’s back, silently agreeing with him as he gives him a smile. 

Steve releases a content–yet shaky–breath, before clasping your ankles and moving your legs up so he could swaddle your bottom half into the princess-decorated pull-up. 

Bucky finds himself thinking the same thing Steve said that night, with the same salacious look in his eye as he rids you of your gown. Goosebumps adorn your skin and Bucky relishes in how upturned your head is, eyes ostensibly focused on the plain white ceiling above. No, you weren’t just beautiful, you were fucking adorable.

Once he’s done, he diligently sets you into the warm water. You curl your knees up, trying to maintain a smidge of modesty.

“You want some bubbles?” he asks. 

“Yes,” You answer quickly, wanting anything that helps cover you. “please.” you add shakily.

Whatever kind he adds smells wonderful, and quickly produces enough to cover the clear water. He lets you sit there for a while, watching even after the water is turned off. You lightly pat at the bubbles around your legs, not daring to meet his attentive gaze. After a bit, a small basket is presented to you. He asks if you’d like to play with any toys. The container has a couple different multicolored rubber duckies, a small turtle, and a whale. You look between him and the toys, before picking out one, its cute face calling to you. You let it float around you. At least you’re not completely alone in the tub anymore. Bucky seems satisfied with your choice, happy that you took his offering. 

“Hey there,” you look towards the door to see Steve peeking around. Great, now they’re both here. He walks besides Bucky’s sitting form and leans down, hands on his knees. “how’s it going?” he asks, noticing your wary manner.

“She’s feeling a little shy, but she’ll get used to it.” Bucky responds.

“No need to be embarrassed angel, daddies always help their little girl take a bath. Would be dangerous if we left you all alone,” he says in that patronizing tone he uses. “Have you washed her yet?”

“No, not yet,” Bucky looks to your idle and unmoving form. “babygirl, if you’re not going to play with your toy then it’s time to wash up.”

“I-I can do it.” you think maybe if Steve hears you, he’ll be on your side. Instead, his face falls, and he addresses you by your name.

“I know that’s not true. You may think it is, but it’s not. Now you need to be a good girl and let Daddy clean you up. Besides, the sooner he starts, the sooner it’ll be over. After that,” Steve postures himself up, “we’ll talk about how you need to listen to Daddy and I, and not talk back. Okay?” he looks at you expectantly. You feel defeated that your small protest only resulted in him being up displeased with you.

“I-okay Dada” he purses a smile at you before letting you both know he’ll be in the living room while you finish up.

Once he’s gone Bucky starts shedding his outer layer. Your heart rate skyrockets, terrified he plans to get in there with you. But after his jacket is off, he proceeds to roll up his sleeves and remove a glove from his left hand. You’re not sure how you’ve never noticed it before, but his arm is quite literally made of metal. Horizontal pleats make up his forearm as far as you can see. Your eyes follow its sleek design to see his hands and fingers contain more fine lines and intricate folds. Its sleekness catches the light on certain parts, and you’re just…staring at it.

You watch it as he lathers up a soft-looking loofa, and holds his arms out to you, silently beckoning you to come closer to his side of the large tub. When you look up into his eyes, you’re met with…concern laced in his. He subtly retracts his metal arm, so that his right one is the only one reaching to you. 

“Come on, Doll. Let’s get you clean.” This time his words don’t feel like a demand, rather…an invitation. You scoot yourself towards him and let him work. He gingerly takes his time running the bubbly white suds over your body. You try not to wince at the iciness of his left hand when it touches you. After a bit, it seems to warm up some due to the water. When he gets to your more private areas, you tense. “It’s okay,” he softly reassures throughout, handing you the tiny toy you picked. It helps, but you can’t help but grow hotter than the water around you from being so exposed.

Once he’s done and begins drying you with a giant towel. You realize you’ve barely lifted a finger, and despite how humiliating it was, you do feel a lot better.

You offer to dress yourself, but that suggestions is only met with a scowl. Again, the clothes are obviously something they bought as it’s nothing you own. It's a light-colored onesie with delicate flowers making up the pattern. Small ruffles decorate the bottom, making it look almost dress-like. You’re pleased regardless when he helps your unsteady legs step into underwear and leggings. Finally, as you hold onto his shoulders for support, he slips on some frilly socks that match your onesie perfectly. 

It felt comfortable and when you catch a glimpse of yourself when leaving the bathroom, you almost think your attire looks…cute.

Once you’re back in the living room, Bucky and Steve take a great deal of time explaining the rules to you. 

And there are a lot of them.

The main ones being about how you shouldn’t run away from your daddies. How you should always listen and do what daddies say. How you must always be polite and keep your manners, especially when talking to them. How you need to remember to call them Daddy and Dada, because that’s what we are princess. 

It’s hard to keep track of everything they’re saying. They must pick up on this because Steve reassures you that he knows you’re still going to need time to learn. They end the discussion by sternly reminding you if you are to break any of these rules, especially intentionally, that you’ll get punished. 

They then decide to give you a proper tour of the house. You’ve seen most of the first floor except an office room they quickly show you. There’s a door with several locks, much like the front door, that leads to what must be a basement, but they tell you it’s off-limits and that you’re never to go down there. 

“Why not?” you ask innocently.

“Because Daddy said so,” Bucky replies sternly.

“And because…” Steve leans down to your level after giving a glare to Bucky. “there are dangerous things down there. Things that could hurt you. Daddy and Dada have stuff down there little girls can’t be around. Okay?” You nod your head.

“Okay Dada.” You say. Steve leans up again to see Bucky now giving him a look.

“What? She needs to know, and we should be honest with her if we expect the same from her.” he defends. Honest? He didn’t even really tell you what was down there. 

Bucky rolls his eyes and grunts at Steve as they begin leading you upstairs. There are two rooms connected by a loft that overlooks the living room, and a small bathroom. 

They show you your “playroom” first. It’s the room you must have been in last night as you notice the haunting chair in the corner. The rest of the room is quite…lively though. They let go of the hold on your hands and let you roam around its expanse. It’s lightly colored with accents of pinks and other pastels. A hexagonal tent is in one of the corners with pillows and blankets stacked on the inside. There are several shelves with neatly placed boxes and a variety of toys peeking through them. There’s a table to the side with coloring books stacked on top and a fluffy rug right in the middle. 

“What do you think, babygirl?” Steve probs.

“It’s…nice.” It’s certainly much more than nice. You’ve secretly always wanted a space like this before. You imagine your childhood self would be running in circles around the room if it were given to you. 

Steve takes your hand again and leads you to your bedroom. It’s even more beautiful than your playroom. The color schemes are similar, but pink stands out even more here. There’s a queen size bed in the middle with ruffles covering the sides of it. It reminds you of your outfit. There’s a couch opposite of the bed also supplied with plenty of fluffy looking pillows. On the other side of the room is a…crib. When you notice it you look up to Steve quizzically.

“That’s just in case you’re feeling extra little,” He explains. “you can pick whichever one you want to sleep in babygirl, I promise,” he beams down at you, then lets go of your hand prompting you forward into the room “go on, look around.” 

You want to jump on the bed. You bet it would be so much fun. You feel as though they probably wouldn't like that though. As you get closer to your bed you notice something familiar. No–it’s more than just familiar. You know exactly what it is. 

It’s your stuffie. 

The same one you’ve cuddled with for as long as you can remember. You quickly pick it up, inspecting it for injuries. When all is good, you clutch it to your chest, hugging it tightly. You missed it. And as you inhale its scent you’re reminded of home…your home…where you’re supposed to be. 

No. Actually, you’re supposed to be at work. Right now. Instead, you’re in a foreign place and you’re surrounded by unfamiliar things and you’ve just been given a list of strict rules to follow and you’re not allowed to leave and and and and-

You turn around rashly and start making for the door. Steve is quick to pick you up, securing you to his side. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks sternly before noticing your crinkled eyebrows. “Hey,” he pets the back of your head. “What’s wrong, angel? Something wrong with the room? Something scare you?” He peers around, looking for any abnormalities. You shake your head hard, beginning to get hysterical. 

“N-No! I-I need to go home! I’m supposed to be home! I-I have to work! I’m supposed to be at work, I-I need-I have-” you’re not really sure what you’re saying and you’re pretty sure you start to not make sense as Steve carries you to the bed and sets you down, firmly holding your arms. You’re not even trying to get away from him, you just feel so…overwhelmed. Everything around you is so new. You don’t really understand anything. You do but you don’t. You’re confused. You’re disoriented. You’re scattered. you’re-

“I-I’m scared!” you finally cry out, tears streaming down your face. You feel like you can’t breathe at all. You must somehow communicate that to Steve as he tenderly tries to get you to look at him, both hands engulfing your wet face. 

“Babygirl,” he calls you by your name gently, “hey, it’s okay. Look at me. You’re okay. Just breathe with me, can you do that for me?” he encourages. He asks you to mimic his breathing. It’s hard at first, but eventually, your synchronized breathing fills the room, though yours is still shaky and you’re still crying. Steve picks you up again, bouncing and shushing you lightly. He whispers how you’re okay, and how we got you babygirl, it’s okay. You’re home now. You don’t have to think about any of that, just focus on breathing in, and breathing out, babygirl. Just like that. There you go. Good girl. You’re doing so good. Just keep breathing, don’t think about anything else. Dada’s got you. You’re okay.

Steve continues talking and bouncing you as you concentrate on his words, breathing in and breathing out. 

You should be pushing him away, attempting to get out of his hold and break for the door again. Yet, his essence is the only thing grounding you. His consoling words are the only thing you hear, his encompassing hug the only thing you can feel. Your body and mind crave his soothing embrace, both tired from fighting the past day. You don’t want to give in, you aren’t–but right now you can’t be burdened with concerns when the only thing that feels right is…

“Dada” you muffle into his neck. Steve hears it’s perfectly clear though.

“Yeah angel,” he continues caressing you. “Dada’s got you. It’s okay. It’s all okay.” he carefully shifts you so he can look at you. Your face is puffy and wet, your lips are quivering and your body is wholly slumped into his hold. “How about we watch a movie?” he suggests tentatively. “anything you want, you choose.” his suggestion seems to work, distracting you from your current thoughts to pick out what you might want to watch. After a moment of diligent selection, you decide. 

“Belle…” 

Steve smiles, “Beauty and the Beast?” you nod your head. “Okay, babygirl. That’s just perfect, let’s go.” he carries you downstairs where Bucky has a bottle of warm milk ready for you. 

This time, you don’t fight Bucky when he delicately moves you onto his lap. The once vulnerable position now feels…welcoming. Bucky does the hard work of holding the heavy bottle up, and when he presses the tip of it to your lips, your mouth opens almost naturally. In the present moment, it’s as if your mind has almost no say in your actions. You feel fuzzy. Not…cloudy, like when you first awoke to that unfamiliar dark room, terrified and confused. No, now you feel as though your mind has no other responsibility than to succumb to the demands of your…daddies. And currently, all that consisted of was suckling on the soft tip pressed gently on your tongue, and remaining nestled in Bucky’s lap. 

Your weary eyes take in the colorful animations, and the songs you know by heart encapsulate all your focus. The warm drink helps calm your insides, while the steady weight of Bucky swaddling you makes you feel engulfed in safety. For the second time today, you fall asleep on the couch. Yet this time, it’s…daddy…who is caressing you to slumber.

[romanestuffsposts]

Hi idk if you are taking requests but if you are can do angst/fluff with stucky of a little reader to hits herself as a coping mechanism, maybe after a punishment or during where she has to sit in her room alone. thank you <3

Hi there love! 💜

Yes of course I take request! Thank you for sharing yours! ❤️

I hope you like how I write it <3

Enjoy >33

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Warnings : little!reader is hitting herself, punishment, cries, comfort, pet names, fear of not being loved, hematoma, reassurance

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary :,you can't bear the feeling of your Papa being disappointed in you. You have to feel what your Papa felt to be able to forgive yourself

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"You look at the corner and you don't move nor talk until I said so" your Daddy coldly says as he points at you. You curl in the corner and swing your body to calm yourself when you hear his footsteps leaving.

You didn't meant to be bad, you didn't meant to do something that can make your Daddies angry with you. You just wanted a cookie before dinner, nothing more. You were good all week so you thought you could ask for one but your Papa said no, he wanted you to eat your dinner and then you could have cookies in front of a movie before bedtime but you didn't listen.

You still went to the kitchen and took one. Your Papa said that he made them for you, so you could enjoy your evening with them and as a reward for being so good during this week and he told you he was hurt that you took one behind his back.

You're sitting on the floor of the kitchen, facing a corner while you hear your Daddies watching the tv in the room beside this one. You hug your knees and rest your cheek against the top of your knees.

A single tear fall along your temple at the thought of you hurting your Papa by eating just one tiny cookie. You didn't meant to do that, your desire to have that cookie in your mouth, touching your tongue was too much for you to ignore it. You didn't thought he would've seen it... but he did and now you feel really bad.

The pain is too much, the feelings you're feeling right now are too much for you to handle. Why do you feel like this ? Is it because you made your Papa feel like that ? Or is it because you still crave for a cookie even tho you know you'll hurt him more by taking another one ?

Your little head lifts from your knees before falling back down on them really hard. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep your sobs for yourself as you keep doing this mechanism.

You need to feel what your Papa is feeling right now so you can understand how bad you hurted him and then you'll understand how bad it actually is.

You close your eyes and keep hitting your forehead against your knees until the pain in your heart is replaced by the pain in your head from the hitting. You wanted to keep going but didn't noticed that your sobs were stronger than you and finally got out, as well as small whimpers from the pain which is heard by your Daddies.

Steve sighs but don't look away from the screen "can you go see what she's doing ?" he asks annoyed. Bucky bits his lips and nods before standing up. He knows Steve doesn't want to deal with you right now and he understands that.

He walks in the kitchen and frowns with wide eyes when he spots you and what you're doing. He quickly walks to you and grabs your head before you can do it again, he looks at your face wet from the tears "ohh baby" he breathes out "what are you doing ?" he softly asks.

He kneels beside you so you don't feel intimidate by him because he's over you. He gently strokes the side of your head, careful to avoid the spot you hitted so he doesn't hurt you more.

You sniff and look up at him "I hut Papa" you choke out on your words. His eyes soften and he tilts his head "he's hurt now but it'll fade away. You know he can't stay mad at you more than a few minutes" he teases, trying to make you laugh or smile but you just sob more

"why did you hit yourself, babygirl ?" he quietly says. He's scared that the fact to hear what you were doing is making you feel more low or will make you cry more.

You wince at his words and more tears fall from your cheeks. He lets you take your times to be ready before talking, his fingers keep sliding down your hair and lightly stroking your cheeks

"needed to feel wha Papa felt" you cry out and your Daddy frowns. What do you mean ?

It's a conversation you need to have with your Papa. He picks you up and you wrap yourself around him as he carries you. His hands gently stroke your back when he feels you tensing because you entered the living room, where your Papa is.

"it'll be okay, beautiful" he whispers in your ear before sitting down on the couch.

Steve frowns when he sees you "she still has 30 minutes to do" he coldly says before looking back at the tv.

Your Daddy sighs and comforts you when you whimper after hearing your Papa's words. "Steve" your Daddy snaps, getting his attention.

Your Papa looks at you and your Daddy as he turns you around. Steve frowns when he sees your forehead who is turning between a shade of blue and purple.

He goes to say something but your Daddy shakes his head, giving a look that say 'let her talk'.

You sniff and shyly peer up at your Papa "I sowy Papa" you cry out "didn't meant to be bad, jus wanted one tooties"

"I know you didn't meant to be bad, sweetie but why didn't you wait until movie time ? It would've been faster than what you think" he explains

More tears fall down your cheeks "i sowy I hut you" you cry "don wanna Papa stay mad at me" you sob "pease don hate me"

"Baby.." he scoops closer to you and hold you tight against him "i could never hate you, princess" he says in his sweet voice, trying to calm you down "i was hurt that you couldn't wait but that doesn't mean I hate you" he grabs your cheeks so you would look up at him "you're my little princess" he smiles through the pain of seeing you like this "my perfect little princess. I will always love you" he reassures you "forever and always"

He goes to rest his forehead against your but just as the skins touch, you flinch away because of the pain. He pulls away, remembering and takes a look at it "what happened, sweetie ?"

You look at your Daddy who nod at you, reassuring you about telling what happened at your Papa. You look back at your Papa after swallowing your fear and see him patiently waiting. He doesn't rush you into doing things you aren't comfortable with right away which help you.

"Can't fogive myself if i don feel lite Papa" you mumble as you look down at your feet. Your Papa's eyes shift on your Daddy's, now full of pain and regrets before looking back down at you.

"can you look at me, please ?" he gently asks. You lift your head and dive your eyes into his blue one as he takes a hold of your hands "you don't have to forgive yourself baby. You don't have to hurt yourself to be able to take away my pain. I'm the one who is taking your pain away, not otherwise"

You nod and sniff "i'm not mad, baby" he adds "and I don't think I ever was"

He tilts his head and kisses your nose "you're not our little trouble if you don't steal cookies, right ?" he teases making you giggle. Your Daddy grins and pokes your sides from behind "but that doesn't mean you can do it" you giggle more and squirm away from your Daddy's fingers

Your Papa winks at you with a loving smile before holding you close to him "I love you" he breathes out "so so much" his eyes are close shut

You snuggle closer to him and close your eyes, melting under his touch "I loze you too" you mumble

You feel your Daddy's chest hitting yours and two more arms wrapping around you and your Papa "don't forget me" he teases "because I love you more" he whispers in your ear making you giggle. His breath tickling your sensitive skin.

"why don't we put ice on this beautiful forehead ?" your Papa says as he pulls away. You feel your Daddy moving and soon hears his footsteps leaving the room.

You squirm a little in your Papa's arms until your back is against his chest and his fingers are gently stroking your belly. You close your eyes at the comfort of his touches.

You open your eyes when you feel something cold on your forehead and see your Daddy holding ices on your forehead to calm the hematoma. He smiles, kisses your nose before putting you feet on his laps and gently running his fingers along them.

"close your eyes, little one" your Daddy softly says "we'll wake you up when dinner is here"

You smile as you close your eyes, they ordered food from outside. It'll be a good evening that's for sure

[howdoyousleep3]

For prompt list!! <3

Bucky x female reader, “no panties, babygirl?”, spanking, bedroom 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Love u mama k!! <3

...and we're off and running! 🤤🤭

Notable Tags: Daddy Kink, Brat Taming, Light Dom/Sub, Manhandling, Dirty Talk, Groping, Biting Word Count: 800 words

"Should'a known. You only run your mouth when you got somethin' to hide, darlin'..."

Even though you've long lost your feisty energy, even though Bucky's broken you down over the course of an evening at a lengthy and, quite frankly, annoying gala, you're not done; there's always some fight left in you.

Bucky tells you it's one of the reasons he's obsessed with you.

"No, got nothing to...to hide."

"Oh, babygirl," Bucky coos hot against the nape of your neck, the noise contradictorily sweet to the harsh way he holds your wrists tightly together at the small of your back. "You know better. You're not about to get off on a technicality.”

You grit your teeth. So he does know.

“In fact, you're not about to get off at all."

Your pussy aches when she hears those words, clenches desperately around nothing, wet and willing just by the few stern touches Bucky’s given you since you arrived home. He dragged you straight to the bedroom, feet betraying you even as you hissed every step of the way.

That’s how you knew you were in for it. If he wanted to fuck you, he would have taken you right on the floor of the entryway of your apartment.

But now your cheek is being pressed into the wall of your shared bedroom, wrists locked together in the grip of Bucky’s metal fist. You’re sure he delights in rubbing his erection, cock hard like steel even behind his dark dress pants, against the curve of your ass.

Your ass that’s bare underneath the thin material of your dress.

"You think Daddy wouldn't find out?" he whispers into your ear, his opposite hand rubbing along your hip, down between your thighs. You gasp, noise ragged and sharp as he cups your mound, squeezing it in his mitt for a hand as if he owns your pussy. It almost hurts, the careless way he digs his fingers wherever they land, but it hurts so good.

He does own it, you hear a voice in your mind remind you, and you curl your lip in a silent growl.

His touch sends a primal feeling all throughout your being, fogs up your brain almost enough to send you spiraling out of your bratty haze and into a much sweeter one. He's not touching you to please you; he's touching you to show blatant ownership.

"Daddy," you give in with a little whimper, and Bucky's teeth sink into your shoulder when he purrs. You mewl, high and whiny, hips bucking up into his palm, and you can feel his smile grow on your skin.

"No panties, babygirl?"

You merely whine in response.

"That's a pretty bold choice, don't you think?"

This time when he touches you, his fingers do so with purpose. They find your clit with ease, rubbing at it with divine accuracy, the pressure making your eyes almost roll back into your head.

This time you have no response whatsoever for him.

"Could smell you all night, this hot little pussy," he whispers into your ear. "You do that on purpose to distract me? 'Cause I made you come to a gala? 'Cause Daddy made you do somethin' you didn't wanna do?"

Your vision blurs as your core tightens, Bucky's fingers slowly unwinding that ball of defiant anger that spent all night eating at you.

"There she is," he damn near groans into your neck when you let out another mewl, one that vaguely resembles Daddy. He groans again when he lets go of your wrists, hand sliding up to cup your tit through your dress, squeezing at it too.

"I'm feeling generous, so you decide," he starts, voice hypnotizing just as his fingers are. "We won't argue about whether or not you deserve a spanking because you do. That isn't up for negotiation."

Your bratty huff is disguised as a whimper.

"But you choose where you want Daddy to spank you. You want 'em on your ass...or this pussy?"

"Oh my god. Daddy...!"

"You choose," he reminds you again. "You choose where you wanna get spanked, but Daddy gets to choose what hole he gets to fuck. So you keep that in mind, babygirl."

For you, the choice is simple. You whine out your answer in the perfect pitch of baby talk that you know goes right to Daddy's dick, adding on a please to sweeten the deal, and Bucky's chuckle turns into a groan as he pulls you back from the wall.

"Alright, sweetheart. You know how Daddy likes to see you. On the bed."

When you go to pull at the thin straps of your dress to take it off, feet fumbling as you make your way to the bed, he stops you with a sharp noise.

"Daddy wants you to keep that on..."

[daily-crowley]

TELL ME ABT YOUR OTHER HYPERFIXATIONS!! Mine are currently Loki, ofmd, good omens, and Hozier :D

THANK YOU FOR ASKING, THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG!

There’s a few hyperfixations of mine I’m always talking about but right now there’s 3 main ones.

1. The Boys

2. Invincible

3. Peacemaker

The Boys is the main one; I loved it since it came out back in 2019. I moved on sometime after S3 ended and I found another hyperfixation but now new content is coming out with S4 so I’m back on my The Boys bullshit. I’m a Butchlander shipper, BILLY BUTCHER AND HOMELANDER CONSUME MY THOUGHTS. I AM BEYOND OBSESSED WITH THOSE TWO! I need them to kiss…. And-and more. Anthony Starr and Karl Urban are my current celebrity crushes that I’m only able to think about. If you follow me in insta it’s just been The Boys 24/7 that I’ve talked about since new content started dropping thanks to S4. HOMELANDER IS MY BABYGIRL I WILL DEFEND HIM I DON’T CARE FOR HIS CRIMES I DON’T CARE IF I’M SUPPOSE TO HATE HIM, I LOVE HIM. BILLY BUTCHER MY GOTH BOYFRIEND I WILL DIE IF YOU DIE. HE CANT DIE, HE JUST CAN’T. S4 teaser was insane, so much was going on, Black Noir is back?! And Jeffrey Dean Morgan is joining the cast! AND TEAMING UP WITH BUTCHER?! They said that trailer was just a scratch on the surface of what happens, wasn’t even a trailer just a teaser but it had so much going on WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’T JUST A SMALL TASTE OF S4?! I’m scared but excited. I’m nervous but excited (Billy if you fucking die on me- that’s what I’m most worried about)

Invincible is my other current hyperfixation, S1 was so good and I can’t wait for S2 to continue. They should’ve dropped all the episodes at once that way I don’t have to wait but whatever. Vigilante is my little meow meow from Peacemaker. I love Adrian so much, hate that I gotta wait till like 2025-2026 for S2 possibly.

My other interests that I talk about all the time (not currently much though thanks to The Boys) are:

• NATM/JedTavius

• Venom/SymBrock

• SamBucky/Marvel in general

• FNAF

• Who Framed Roger Rabbit

• Maleficent

• The Simpsons

Night at The Museum came out when I was 7, I’m 24 now, I haven’t moved on. It was my first hyperfixation and ship before I even knew what that all meant. I’ve written like 30 JedTavius fics. I’m a Venom fan first and a Spider-Man hater second. I will defend Venom at all times and Eddie and him are definitely in love. When the FNAF film came out it brought me back to my FNAF phase, Foxy’s my favourite with Bonnie being second. I watched the film about 20 times. Then in November I started a personal rewatch challenge on Insta where I watched it all month long. Meaning I’ve probably watched it at least 50 times and I still haven’t gotten sick of it (also I love the Josh Hutcherson whistle meme. I don’t care how much people hate it I think it’s funny.) I’m a huge Marvel fan, I literally grew up with the comics, I’m not kidding those were read to me as my bedtime stories. My favourite characters are Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes as a result I ship them. I never shipped Stucky, that never made sense to me whilst Sam and Bucky have so much chemistry. Sam Wilson is everything to me, I adore SamCap he’s MY Captain America (still love Steve though!) Roger Rabbit is my favourite fictional character of all time, my biggest comfort character. Growing up I really tried to base my personality off of him, the world might be obsessed with Jessica Rabbit but I’m obsessed with Roger. People need to draw, edit, and cosplay him as much as they do Jessica. I’ve been a huge Simpsons fan since I was like 10 and my mother dropped me off at my aunts house and she left leaving me alone with my cousin who was watching The Simpsons and it took off from there. Nelson Muntz is my funky little son and they need to make Nelisa canon. Maleficent is my favourite Disney character (actually like quite a bit of Disney, second favourite character being Donald Duck) I based a lot of my style around her, and I have a lot of Maleficent collectibles. I absolutely love the Angelina Jolie’s Maleficent films (totally ship her with Diaval).

There’s a few other things that I really, really love. I’m also a huge horror fan my favourite being Chucky/Child’s Play as well as Killer Klowns from Outer Space, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (not 3D), Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, etc. Sanrio, Kuromi is my favourite second is Pochacco, I really love animated films and cartoons. IT, Monster High, and more. I’m also a collector of all these things.

So there you have it. Those are all my hyperfixation and fandom’s that I’m in. Right now especially those first 3 that I talked about (seriously can you tell I really like The Boys? Lol)

[danses-with-dogmeat]

10 Fandoms / 10 Characters / 10 Reblogs

Thanks so much @simping-for-paladin-danse for tagging me! This probably took me waaaaaaay too long, but I loved every moment ❤️

Alright, here goes:

1. Fallout

Paladin Danse (god, it was hard to just pick one. Ugh. But I mean, come on, I'm DANSES with dogmeat, so, I pretty much had to go with him.)

(danaduchy.tumblr.com)

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2. The Elder Scrolls (Oblivion)

Martin Septim (Also SO HARD to pick one, but... gotta love Martin)

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3. Arcane

Silco (between him and Vander and Vi and Sevika and Jinx, and ahh, too many good characters. But... Silco makes me feral, so... you know 😅)

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4. Avatar the Last Airbender

Zuko (WHY do we have to just pick one? Best show ever though, and one of my fave characters of all time <3)

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5. Game of Thrones

Sandor Clegane / The Hound (I... have no explanation. I do love him though. [anyone else noticing a trend with these last 3???])

(gameofthrones.fandom.com)

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6. Star Trek

Data (Another android that I can't get enough of. ❤️)

(danglingthpider.tumblr.com)

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7. Stranger Things

Eleven / Jane Hopper (She's just the coolest. This was also such a hard fandom to pick one character for though. 😅)

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8. Harry Potter

Remus Lupin (My love ❤️)

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9. Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker (Messed up babygirl, but HOLY SHIT so much character arc. Just SO MUCH. Gotta love it.)

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10. Marvel / MCU

James Buchanan Barnes (Bucky) (Baby boy.)

ALRIGHT, now, I'll tag...

@twosides--samecoin @theartofblossoming @baddieladdie @maccreadysbaby @amazinglyegg @imagine-silk @nuka-after-dark @satans-left-asscheeky @vnknowncrovv @gloomytk

And anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!!

[benvenutio]

1, 2, 4, 5, 12 for the mota asks

💞

1. What is your favorite episode? episode 9 my belovedd. there's a lot of issues with pacing in the show but that final episode is done SO well. if i had to pick specific scenes it would be the flag scene in the camp, buck and the white horse, and when rosie walks through the concentration camp (nate mann's microexpressions in that scene are GUTTING)

2. What is your least favorite episode? i think episode seven.........sometimes i did find myself being like bucky why r u acting like you're the only guy in the stalag who wants to go home buddy....😭😭 4. Buck or Bucky? BUCKKKK. my fave princess angel babygirl who apologises for existing and has the deep repressed thousand yard stare of a man fighting two more wars in his head at all times. i love him and the full backstory i have projected onto him entirely of my own imagination from one 10-second scene abt his childhood <3 this man has catholic guilt and a deranged boy best friend and that's not even counting the literal war he's in man is SUFFERING. and i find that so so appealing

5. Which episode wrecked you the most emotionally? FIVE. bucky's war widow arc was deeply fulfilling i cannot BELIEVE they let callum turner do All That and got to post-production and were still like 🥰 yeah🥰 this is a straight war show 🥰 peace and love 12. Is there a part of the show you usually skipped? croz cheatinggg!! u could not PAY me to watch those scenes all respect i had for that man withered and DIED once he started getting laid. that man is a cringefail losergirl he should Not be having sex 👊❗least of all CHEATING

[sebastiansluts]

Lmao thanks for covering my ass 😭 But my favorites smut writers so far are @buchanansbaby @valleyfae @purple-babygirl babygirl and if you actually wondering where I get all of my messed up dirty monster kink is from @giorno-plays-piano their monsterfics are top tier no matter how weird it is still fucking hot 👌 they awoken something in me that I don’t even realized it exist

@sebastiansluts @rosewritestuff is pretty great too she writes amazing smut that’s up in my alley *fails to wink* and also try to read orcs fics if you like that stuff there’s a masterlist contains orc!bucky just search orc bucky on tumblr but I’ll send you links hang on.

And if you can, please write chief war orc!bucky where he basically burned the whole kingdom and took reader as a trophy wife (cause bestie that’s all I ever gonna be useful) and he forced her to worship him after the war and he is mean so he’s degrading her and humiliates her and just like ‘you rlly worshipping the enemy you lil dumb slut, I can’t wait to make you round cause you’re just a breeding machine isn’t that right honey?’ Asgsjskdhsk once again je suis excitée. And definitely size kink, dubcon leaning to noncon(?), worshiping kink, breeding kink and fucking dumbification 💀 but if you can’t I’m okay with just king!bucky with the same plot 👀

~beluga

I gotcha! And I love @valleyfae!! <33 I'll have to check the other ones out, definitely need some new fics to read lol! and i'm so curious about the monster ones i'm excited to read some of those!! Awww you're the sweetest, I love you <3

I'll read some orc fics and see if I think I can write that type, gotta figure out what the feel and mannerisms are like lol. So I'm adding you to the list, but at the bottom for now, just until I can get through other requests and read some fics!!! <3333

[astxrwar]

drops of blood is AMAZING your writing is so beautiful idk what's wrong with bucky and i don't CARE i'm so down for whatever's fucked up about him he's such a messed up little simp he's so babygirl coded while also being kinda threatcoded and oohgghg. would. cannot wait for chapter 3!!!

AHHH THANK YOU SM!!! im so glad you liked it <33 thank you for reading n thank you even more for taking the time to message, i always love hearing from The Pals Whomst Live In My Phone makes my day. giggling and kicking my feet fr

also. yeah,,, same,,, he could be totally deranged and that's fine, he's also a cringefail pathetic little guy and so it evens out, yk? it's the crippling guilt factor imo

[dickytwister]

🖊️🩹💯🍃🍎🧡💙🍔 for my babygirl jasper please :^)

TEEHEE THANK U my babyboy babygirl girlfriend jasper,,,,,,,

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

jasper has MANY MANY tattoos :3 too lazy to explain it all so i’ll just copy and paste a snippet from a google doc:

���Jasper’s tattoos are magical in nature; he uses his epidermis as a pocket dimension where he stores whatever he wants, from weapons and tools to more abstract concepts like memories and voices.

His arsenal consists of:

– Glock 19 + suppressor and sights Location: Underside of his left arm – M16 rifle + suppressor and sights Location: Left side of the back – 50 cal Barrett M82 sniper rifle + suppressor and sights Location: Right side of the back all the way to the middle of his right thigh – Two black karambit knives Location: Curving under his pectorals – Bowie knife Location: Right forearm – Garrote Location: Wrapped around the right wrist and arm – Six throwing knives Location: Five around his left ankle + one on top of his right foot – Push dagger Location: Underside of the left wrist

On his right ankle, Alfie (his adopted son) signed his name. Later, Bucky, Jacob and Sam added their own signatures, followed by Arlo (his adopted daughter). 

As a member of the Family (criminal organisation), Jasper also has the customary tattoo at the base of his neck. It’s not as faded as Ellis’ or Locke’s, since he rejoined the Family and had it redone after the Snap was reversed.”

whenever he feels like it, jasper can add a tattoo to his collection simply by storing the object in his skin :p

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

he does 😔😔 jasper is an alcoholic. he also suffers from depression and is suicidal as all hell. most of it stems from the way he was raised by the family and, later, by alfie’s passing. he does try to get better and his friends and boyfriends help a lot, but it’s still really hard and he often relapses after messed up missions or fights with his partners. that is until arlo walks into his life and he gets his shit together!!

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

– jasper loves writing. and by that, i mean that he wishes he could write, but he’s not very good at it. he just has so much to say!! as mentioned in the next question, he loves literature and he wishes he could write down some things as well, even if it’s just a letter to his boyfriends or a funny story for arlo. – he doesn’t usually smoke, but he does when he’s really really stressed. he’s also a social smoker, but he doesn’t do it much, mostly bc it tastes bad and his boyfriends don’t wanna kiss him after he’s smoked. he mostly does it bc it looks sexy (i’m sorry it does i can’t change that) – jasper met bucky on a job to kill him, after the snap was reversed. that much is fine, but he only took the job because he hoped the winter soldier would kill him; the loss of his son was too much for him to bear and, after a failed suicide attempt, he started taking as many difficult jobs as possible so that one of them might leave him dead.

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

jasper is a big fan of literature somehow. i say somehow bc he sucked at it and also reads one book a year, but it was also one of the only subjects that didn’t revolve around death and whatnot (because, again, raised by the family, and that involved school life as well). 

🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

jasper comes from edinburgh, scotland. he hasn’t lived there in decades; when he was a child, the company his father worked for went bankrupt, so they all moved back to the united states, where jasper was mostly raised by his grandmother before the family took him. jasper feels nothing for his birthplace: the family made sure that he would have no ties to anything but them.

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

in jasper’s case, his friends are his family. sure, there’s The Family, aka the criminal organisation that took him as a young teenager, but there’s also his family, the one he built himself. he prioritizes that one over the one that raised him. the only exceptions are diaz, locke and ellis, his siblings in the family, who he also considers his actual family despite having cut ties with the criminal group.

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

jasper’s power. confuses me. solely bc i have reworked it sooo many times. initially it was supposed to be magical ink that made his tattoos into actual objects, but then it’d be p hard to tattoo an entire sniper rifle on his own back. so now what i’m thinking is he stole sm sorcerer sanctuary and it gave him his power, making him into a human bag of holding :3 

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

jasper is pretty good at cooking!! not so much at baking, but still. a good cook!! he’s had to learn how to do it as part of his training (because an assassin with an empty stomach isn’t gonna do their job right innit) but really worked harder on it when he had to take care of alfie. 

ask me about my ocs!! 💙

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Daddy stucky and her ever have sex or "play time" like I could see one of the daddy's waking her up with small kisses to her little clit

Hi there love! 💜

I hope you like how I turned your request! I write about just one of her Daddies if you want me to write something similar with the other you can tell me!

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : SEX PLAY!, moans, cries, bucky plays with little!reader's clit,

This fic is a request as you can see. It’s not for everyone so if you don’t feel comfortable about reading it I completely understand!

After posting that fic I had more requests about things that happen in this one and I will do it because I write all the fics people ask.

Not every fics is for anyone and I totally understand it. Just be careful about the warnings so you don’t get caught in something you feel uncomfortable with ❤️

Stay safe my loves 💜

Pairings : Daddy!Bucky x Little!Reader

Summary : a good way to wake up

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It's past ten am and it's not because Steve is away for a mission that you have to forget the rules so that's why Bucky is sneaking into your room.

He lets the door open and walks toward the bed. He's surprised to see the cover off of you but shrugs it off. He sits on the side of the bed and rests his warm hand on your belly "babygirl ?" he gently calls.

He can tell you're dreaming because he knows your mimic when you're dreaming but he wasn't ready for that type of dream.

He sits on the edge of the bed and gives you soft stroke on your hair "doll ?" he calls again. His hand suddenly stops stroking your hair when he hears the sounds leaving your lips.

He waits for the sounds to come out again and once he heard it a second time, a wide smirk grows on his lips "you're dreaming, little girl ?" he slides his fingers against the line of your jaw before slowly slinding them down your neck

You let your head slowly falling down and tilt it, giving him full access for his fingers. He grins more at that. "you like your dream ?" he taunts as he watches your face grimacing and your hips squirming under the cover.

As his fingers slide down your body, he pulls the cover down at the same time. He clicks his tongue as he trails down your collarbones with the tip of his fingers, slowly, and teasingly.

He wonders for how long you'll be able to stay asleep and he would like to have the answer. His fingers caress the space between your breast and keep their way down your stomach until he finally reaches your waistline.

He gently kisses your hips as his hands pull down your pyjama pants gently. His kisses are loving, soft, light and gentle, just like the way he feels for you.

After a long line of kisses, his sweet lips finally find the only place where he want to be. He licks his lips at the anticipation as he stares at your sweet and pink south lips. He gives you light kisses just above your lips and closes his eyes in extase at your réaction of his lips on yours.

You squirm and moans before finally whinning "Mhh Daddy" you whimper as he keeps doing his sweet and teasy kisses. He hummes against your sweet parts making you moaning more at the vibrating sensation "what is it, babgirl ?"

You wiggle your hips but he grabs them and pins them against the mattress "stop wiggling, beautiful. Keep them there"

You whine before moaning once his tongue starts playing with your trobbing little little clit. "does it feels good, babygirl ?" he taunts, peering up at you.

He loves the sight he has under him. When he looks up at you as he keeps his perfect job down there he sees all the good feelings running accross your features. He won't ever get enough of this.

"Daddyy" you whine as you grab the mattress with your trembling little hands.

"tell me what you need, little one" he breathes against your clit making you shiver "tell Daddy what his baby needs from him, come one"

"Wanna- I-I wanna let-t go, Daddy" you cry out as your body tremble. He hummes against your lips before dropping light kisses to tease you above your clit making you whimper "Daddy, pease"

You try to bring your hips further into his mouth but his hands firmly keep you down on the bed "ah aha ah" he says pulling away completly "none of that, baby" he warns

You cry at the lost of his mouth on you. He keeps watching you until you nod at him, telling him you understood and he goes back to work.

He eats, licks, breathes, nuzzles your trobbing clit until he feels you shaking underneath him and finally letting go in his mouth. Your loud and beautiful sounds make it even better as he licks you clean.

"such a good little baby for me" he praises as he climbs above you. He strokes your hair as he watches you taking deep breath "did you sleep well, babydoll ?" he taunts and smiles when you nod

"let's go clean you and then we go have a big and good breakfast togheter, yeah ?" he says kissing your nose

You smile and nod

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8 shows I love to get to know me.

I am someone who watches too many shows and is Completely Normal About Them, I Swear. Not including Anime or we’d be here all day.

1. The Terror (Don't look at me, something about these sad middle aged Victorian men, suffering in the Arctic, being hunted down by an allegory for anti-colonial sentiment, and all looking WRECKED as it happens, gets me like little else does).

2. BBC Musketeers Season 3 (Friends will confirm, I think too much about this season. I genuinely think Grimmaud is the best villain they ever had, AND the most compelling character on the show, and I’m SO mad they didn’t get to explore him as fully as they wanted to.) 

3. Gilmore Girls (a guilty pleasure show; super comforting, always makes it feel like autumn?? No matter what time of year I watch it)

4. ARCANE!!!! (I HAD TO EDIT THIS POST BC HOW THE FUCK DID I FORGET ARCANE? I’ve not been the same since watching it. I’m NOT normal about it. At all. IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME?? THE CHARACTERS ARE SO NUANCED AND ENGAGING LET ME YELL ABOUT THEM FOREVER)

5. What We Do in the Shadows (it’s just FUN)

6. Our Flag Means Death (a DELIGHT to watch.)

7. The Tudors (something I watched when I was unwell/recovering from an operation a few years ago; somewhat of a guilty pleasure, I guess? But honestly SUCH a good watch)

8. Star Wars: Rebels & Clone Wars (Yeah yeah two in one bUT THEY’RE BASICALLY??? LINKED?? These shows gave me such joy. Both went much deeper than expected and I was helpless.)

Honourable mention: 911 bc Bucky is my babygirl

Not tagging anyone but do it if you like!

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I tagged 1,884 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#lydz speaks - 489 posts

#sawamuras big schlong hoes🤩 - 272 posts

#the loml - 191 posts

#daichi owns my whole ass heart - 188 posts

#my literal husband - 186 posts

#my baby🥺 - 181 posts

#moots i adore✨ - 173 posts

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#god i am in love with sawamura daichi - 128 posts

#daichi - 112 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#like… we are all brainwashed into thinking because we look a certain way we deserve more than other people or deserve less than other people

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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293 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

#4

Long heavy make out sessions with Daichi.

Desperate touches and clashing of teeth when he turns the more delicate kisses passionate.

His tongue rubbing against yours as he fights to taste as much of your mouth as physically possible, while you are doing the same.

Even when you both break for a breath you share the same air for that small moment, not wanting to move any further away.

Getting so lost in the moment that suddenly his weight is on you, his crotch grinding down so beautifully against your own.

Small moans and whines against his lips which only egg him on until he physically can’t take it any longer. He needs more.

Heavy make out sessions that lead to soft, desperate sex with Daichi.

As if you both went any longer you would perish without it, both so eager to feel the other.

Its hot, heavy and loud, he’s so loud when he’s this desperate. When he’s deprived himself for long enough that he cums quicker than usual, the groan that leaves his lips almost causes you to fall down after him.

But he couldn’t stop himself, just like he can’t stop apologising for how quickly he came, his fingers rubbing rhythmic circles on your clit and his mouth now attached to your chest.

By the time you are both done, you collapse in each others arms.

Soft reassuring words whispered between lovers, promises of forever and gentle touches are what follows.

You always wanted nights to start and end with Daichi.

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375 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#3

I’m feeling v v soft for Ushijima 🥺🥺 I know he’s no Daichi, but imagine him rolling over in the middle of the night, pulling you close to his chest for snuggles and giving little kissies while you sleep 🥺🥺🥺

❥Pairing | Ushijima Wakatoshi x GN!Reader

❥WC | 200+

❥A/N | Just a lil something something for Ushi😉 Hope you like this? I thought it was a super sweet concept! I actually really enjoy writing stuff for Ushi honestly🥺 (even though I agree he’s no daichi🙃) Once again I wrote this at work so its not proof read!!

Tip-Jar☕️ | Navi | Drabble Masterlist

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409 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

#2

I just know theres a rumour at the police station that Daichi has a big dick.

He gives off massive bde and everyone is practically begging him to fuck them at that point regardless.

But Daichi always declines, all pursuits that were sent his way often ended after one date, that he definitely went on just to be polite.

And therefore the rumour was never proven to be true or the opposite.

Its only when he strikes up interest in you that its finally revealed.

Okay so maybe you did start the rumour because you had a teeny tiny huge crush on him.

But you never expected it to come bite you in the ass…

The first time he fucks you, its gentle and sweet at first but Daichi can’t help himself when he see’s your cute little cunt trying to swallow his girth.

“I know you started them rumours babygirl… you think I don’t see you eyeing me up every time I walk past huh?” He cooed down at you, your face already fucked out, a small droplet of drool peaking out the corner of your parted mouth.

“Am I living up to all you thought me to be?” He smirked, purely teasing. Truth is, he loved how much you stared, how you didn’t try to hide it.

He had sported a crush for quite a while as well, although he had managed to keep it under wraps.

So once he had teased you a bit, he went back to his gentle, all loving self. Bringing you to orgasm multiple times, making you were truly spent before he couldn’t edge himself any longer.

And you finally confirmed the rumours to your coworkers, because despite refusing to say anything. The way you limped in may or may not have given it away..

It was the first time he fucked you that you realised that Daichi doesn’t just fuck… its probably why he never accepted other peoples offers.

He gave his whole heart and soul, he didn’t just fuck… he made love.

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419 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just letting you all know that sleepy Daichi is a menace.

When he’s still in the haze of morning, his eyes barely open, his body still in the lul of sleep. His arms around his favourite teddy bear, you. Its a perfect place, he longs to be in this moment forever-

Yet you decide to move.

His hold on you gets tighter as you attempt to wriggle away from him to get ready for work.

“Just 5 more minutes~” Daichi whispers softly, the gruff of his voice easy to hear over the silence of the morning.

And how can you say no to him? So you agree, five more minutes in the morning bliss.

“Maybe you should just call in sick…” He whispers again as you settle back in beside him, placing a delicate kiss just below your ear.

This causes you to laugh softly, for him you would do just about anything.

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