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Fluffmas #27
Title: Fluffmas #27
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!
Author: @sheerfreesia007â
Prompt: Volunteer at a local charity
Words: 1,259
Warnings:Â
Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien
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âSo weâre going to be splitting you up into teams of two and youâll get your assignment then.â Steve informed everyone as he stood in front of the group holding a clipboard. You stood next to Loki who looked over at you with a look of concern, you smiled softly at him hoping that Steve paired you with him since you seemed to be the only one he got along with besides his brother.
âLoki youâll be paired with Thor.â Steve called out and you grimaced slightly at Loki who sighed and rolled his eyes before moving to stand next to Thor who was grinning from ear to ear. You watched as he slapped Loki on the shoulder causing the tall god to shift on his feet with the movement.
âSam youâll be paired with Peter.â Steve called out and Sam groaned softly as he moved to stand next to an eager Peter. You chuckled softly to yourself as you watch Sam roll his eyes and Peter began to bounce on his toes. âWanda youâll be paired with Nat.â At this pair you felt slightly left out but smiled as you watched your two best friends join up together. âTony youâre with Bruce.â This pairing was a no brainer and you smiled as you saw the two scientists fist bump each other. âVision youâll be paired up with me.â Your head whipped over to stare at Steve surprised as Vision walked over to his side and then your eyes shifted over to the last person unpaired, Bucky Barnes. âAnd that leaves the two of you to be paired up.â Steve said fondly as he nodded first at Bucky and then at you.
Bucky walked over to you and you beamed at him happily, you were surprised that him and Steve werenât paired together but you were happy to be paired with the silent soldier. You knew that Bucky was only open with Sam and Steve but you had hoped to get closer to him and would use this as a perfect opportunity to do that. Steve walked over to the two of you and handed you an envelope which you opened to find the name of an orphanage in Brooklyn as your destination.
âSo each team has been given the name and location of a local charity that you are scheduled to go visit for the holiday season. Each charity has a good cause and youâll be delivering a check to them as well as spending some community hours there helping out in whatever way you can.â Steve instructed and you nodded your head along with his words before turning to Bucky with a bright smile. Bucky gave you a small nervous anxious smile in response. âAlright gang, letâs all head out to our charities.â And with Steveâs final direction you all dispersed to head to your respective charity.
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You hadnât been long at the orphanage but you found yourself surrounded by children as you sat at a table drawing Christmas scene with them. All the children were chatting and talking with you as you drew with the crayons. Lots of questions were thrown about from them and you easily answered them to the best of your ability.
Suddenly there was a loud scream from across the room and you whipped your head up to see Bucky stomping around the play area where a mini city of blocks had been set up as children clung to his body. Laughing softly you watch with fond eyes as Bucky knocked over a large tower of blocks and then let out a triumphant roar much the kids delight.Â
After hearing your soft chuckle Buckyâs head whipped up and saw that you were watching him from your spot. He flushed brightly before continuing with his play with the kids. You smiled warmly before turning back to the drawing in front of you. It was nice to see this side of Bucky.
âMiss, do you like the Bucky?â Asked one of the children loudly and you bit your lip slightly before smiling warmly at them. You hadnât noticed Bucky pausing to listen in on your answer.
âI do, I think heâs a great guy. Iâm trying to be his friend, but heâs a little grumpy sometimes.â You answered easily and Bucky flushed brightly at your words.
âHave you thought about giving him a hug!? When Iâm grumpy a hug always makes me happy.â Said one of the kids and you laughed softly at their words.
âThatâs a good idea but Bucky doesnât like getting hugs.â You told them and the kids began to ponder what you could do to make Bucky not grumpy.
Suddenly another shriek rang through the air and you darted your head to watch as Bucky came stomping over to your group of kids. All the kids at the table began screaming and running out of their chairs as you stood from your own chair. Bucky smirked at you softly and wrapped you up in his arms before dragging you away from the kids. The movement and being held in Buckyâs arms caused your heart to flutter in your chest while your stomach knotted up.
âIâve captured the princess and now sheâs mine!â Bucky called out loudly as he raised one arm while keeping his mechanical arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him. Your heart was still racing as you tried to calm down your breaths as Bucky kept you pressed flushed to his body. âStart acting doll. Weâve got a play to perform for them.â He whispered in your ear as his mechanical hand splayed against your lower stomach making you gasp softly.
âWho will save me!? I need some help!â You cried out in faux dismay. The kids suddenly jumped into action trying to get you away from Bucky who put up a fight as the kids grabbed onto you and began pulling you away from Bucky. Soon the kids had gotten you away from Bucky and you had easily defeated him with the help of the kids.Â
Just as you were finishing up your last heroic feat of falling the villain that was Bucky the manager for the orphanage came back into the room and cleared her throat. You jammed your imaginary sword into Buckyâs side as the kids cheered and Bucky fell to the floor dramatically causing you to chuckle softly at his antics.
âAlright children itâs time for our guests to start heading back to the Avengersâ tower. They have to continue keeping all of us safe.â The manager called out to everyone as the kids all groaned in disappointment.
âAww donât worry guys. We loved coming over to play. Maybe we can set up another time to come back.â You told them gently as you helped Bucky to his feet.
âWe might even convince Captain America and Falcon to come too.â Bucky teased and you laughed at his words knowing that heâd want to drag those two here. You then bent down and began giving all the kids a hug goodbye as Bucky gave them all fist bump. When the two of you were done Bucky held his arms opened and smirked at you. âWhereâs my hug doll?â He asked and you stared at him with shocked wide eyes. The kids all cheer as you laugh softly before opening your arms and walk into Buckyâs open arms. You stood there hugging Bucky and felt your heart flutter again as his arms wrapped warmly around you making you feel surrounded and safe.
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Mission- Bucky Barnes
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Wearning: +18,smut
Request: yes!
The jet lands with a jolt on the deserted runway of a private island. Outside the window, palm trees sway in the breeze, and a pink sunset paints the horizon. Thereâs no time to appreciate it, though. Youâre here for a mission, and itâs already off to a bad start.
âI canât believe I have to do this with you,â scoffs Bucky Barnes, throwing you a look of pure disgust.
âThe feeling is mutual,old man,â you reply through gritted teeth. Your name, Y/N, is printed on the fake passport youâre holding, but your real task is far more complicated than maintaining a false identity. The mission requires you and Bucky to pose as a happily married couple to infiltrate an exclusive gala hosted by an international arms dealer.
âWasnât there literally anyone else available?â he asks, shaking his head.
âWeâre not here for sympathy, Barnes. Youâre the only one with a shady enough past to avoid suspicion.â
He laughs, but without a shred of humor. âAnd youâre the only one who speaks enough languages to keep up with a crooked diplomat. Just donât expect me to pretend I enjoy being here.â
âAnd donât expect a hug from me,â you reply with an icy smile.
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The villa assigned to the two of you is luxurious: white marble, designer furniture, and an ocean view that takes your breath away. Too bad the tension in the room is heavy enough to crush any promise of relaxation.
âThereâs only one bed,â you say, pointing to the massive king-sized bed in the middle of the room.
âPerfect,â Bucky replies, dropping his bag on the armchair nearby. âIâll take the couch.â
âNot a chance. I need proper sleep for tomorrow nightâs gala.â
âDonât worry, princess,â he says with a smirk. âI wouldnât come near you even by accident.â
You finally decided to share a bed. You were wearing shorts and a tank top as you stared at the ceiling.
Bucky lies next to you, tense and unmoving. Even without looking at him, you can feel the distance between you both, like a chasm that canât be crossed. Your eyes wander to the ceiling, tracing the pattern of shadows in the dim light. Finally, he breaks the silence.âDo you expect me to believe that you actually need sleep?â he mutters under his breath.
"What?" You ask, turning to him.Bucky doesn't turn to you, but his voice is still laced with sarcasm. "You heard me. I know you're used to pulling all-nighters for missions. You don't exactly act like the type to need a full eight hours to feel refreshed."
You look at him with a twinkle of sarcasm. "Well this time it's different, I'm on a mission with you and I have to put up with you, so I need sleep".
Bucky rolls over onto his side, finally facing you. âOh, so Iâm such a pain that I keep you awake now?â he says with a smirk. âIs this how you treat all the people youâve ever worked with?â
"not just old men who think they are better than others" you reply looking at him.âOld man?â He repeats, sitting up on the bed. âYouâre really calling me an old man? Arenât you supposed to flatter your partner on these missions? Or is that just reserved for the men you actually like?â he jokes.
You roll your eyes ignoring him.Bucky doesnât get ignored easily, though. He scoots his way towards you in the bed, his prosthetic arm brushing against your arm. âWhat, no smartass reply? I canât believe Iâve finally managed to shut you up,â he teases, his voice low and quiet.
âKeep your hands or I'll turn your other arm into vibranium too,â you threaten.
Bucky holds up his hands in mock surrender. âEasy, sweetheart. Iâm just trying to get a reaction out of you.â He scoots even closer, so that you can feel the heat of his body next to you. âAnd I think Iâve succeeded.â
âVery funny arm wrestling,â you say sarcastically.âYou got plenty of jokes, huh?â Bucky replies, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He leans in a little closer, the distance between you almost vanishing. âYou know, I can think of a better way to occupy that smart mouth of yours, princess.â
You turn and find yourself a little too close to him. "Oh really?" you say sarcastically.Bucky takes advantage of your proximity, invading your personal space even further. His face is inches from yours now, his breath dancing across your skin. âYouâd be surprised,â he murmurs, a hint of danger in his voice. âIâve got some ideasâŠ.â
Buckyâs fingertips graze your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. âI wonder if youâd be this sarcastic if I took away that smart mouth of yours.âHe shifts his weight on the bed, pinning you against the sheets as he leans over you. Heâs so close now that you can feel the heat of his breath on your face.
"What the hell are you doing?" You murmur, looking at him above you.Bucky smirks, relishing your surprise. âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â he asks, his voice a low growl. His head dips down, his lips brushing against your neck. âIâm testing a theoryâŠ.â
Bucky's hands roam over your body, the metal one surprisingly gentle. âTell me your theory,â you manage to gasp as his fingers tease the edge of your tank top.Bucky's lips find your ear, his breath hot against your skin. âMy theory is that your smart-ass mouth isnât as tough as you think it is,â he whispers, his teeth grazing your earlobe. âAnd I bet I could find a more entertaining use for it.â
âYour theory is wrong old menâ you say.Bucky laughs at that, his chest rumbling against yours. âOh, weâll see about that,â he says, his hand sneaking under the hem of your shirt. âIâve yet to see you speechless. I bet I could make you speechless. I bet I could make you forget every smartass comment youâve ever thought and make you begging for more.â
âget your hands off meâ you say looking at him.Bucky's hand stills, pressed flat against your stomach. âIs that what you really want?â he asks, his voice a low murmur. âOr are you just saying that because youâre too stubborn to admit you like my hands on you?â
"Why would I like it, hm?" You murmur, looking at him.Bucky grins above you, his eyes flicking down to your lips. âOh, I think you do. I think you like me this close to you. I think you like the way my hand feels on your skinâŠ.â
His prosthetic hand travels up, pushing under your top until you can feel the cool metal against the skin of your stomach. âI think youâre just too stubborn to admit it,â he says, his voice a sultry whisper.
His fingers trace the edge of your bra through your shirt, a light touch that sends a shiver down your spine. âI think youâre struggling to keep hold of all those smartass comments, arenât you?â he murmurs. âI think youâre about to lose your words completely.â
âfuck youâ you blurt out looking at him.Bucky laughs, his voice a deep rumble. âNow thatâs exactly the kind of dirty talk I like to hear,â he replies, enjoying your reaction. His hand slips down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. âYou know, you really should watch that mouth of yours, princess.â
You could feel his hardness touching you and you looked up at him. "You like this kinky game, yes?" you murmur.
Buckyâs smirk turns into a grin, his eyes darkening with want. âI like anything that gets a reaction out of you,â he replies, his hand roaming across your hip and up your thigh. âAnd youâve been giving me quite the reaction.â
His hand slips under your top, his fingers splaying across your back. He pulls you closer to him, his hips grinding against yours. âBut I have a feeling we could both have some more funâŠâ
You hold back a moan feeling his hardness more towards you.Buckyâs smirk only widens as he hears your stifled moan. âThatâs more like it,â he says, his hand moving to the back of your neck. âI was wondering how long it would take for you to make a noise for me.â
"you won't get anything from me" he murmured not with the same certainty that characterizes you.Bucky laughs, his breath hot against your skin. âOh, princess, I think you underestimate me,â he replies. âIâll get you to make all sorts of pretty noises for me before the night is over.â
His lips find your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. âAnd you canât fool me,â he murmurs. âI can feel you shivering, I can hear your breathing getting rougher. You like this, donât you? You like the way Iâm touching youâŠ.â
His hand is roaming over your body, pushing your shirt higher over your stomach and your chest. âGo on,â he urges, his voice husky. âSay it. Tell me you like it when I touch you like thisâŠ.â
âNo, I donât,â you say even as your sighs grow heavy.
Bucky laughs at your stubbornness, but thereâs an edge to it. âOh, princess, youâre a terrible liar,â he says, his hand moving to your waist. âI know you want this. I can feel it in the way you arch your back when I touch you. And Iâm not going to stop until you stop pretending.â
His mouth is on your neck now, his teeth scraping against your skin. âStop playing games, sweetheart,â he murmurs. âTell me you want me. Tell me you need me.â
You moan at the contact. âno, I donâtâ you say in a tense voice.
Buckyâs smirk widens, his hand sliding up your leg. âYour moans donât seem to agree with your words,â he murmurs. âI know you canât resist me. I know youâre just as much of a mess under my touch as I am under yoursâŠ.â
His hand moves farther north, slipping under the hem of your shorts. âGive in, princess,â he whispers, his voice a low growl. âJust say the words and Iâm all yoursâŠ.â
You closed your eyes trying not to give in but you could feel Bucky's hand playing with your thong.Bucky lets out a low chuckle as he feels you react to his touch. âThere you go,â he murmurs, his fingers playing with the lace of your lingerie. âI know youâre close to breaking, isnât that right? I know youâre just moments away from giving inâŠâ
His thumb brushes against your most sensitive spot through the thin fabric, drawing a gasp from your lips. âCome on, princess, I want to hear you say it,â he says, his voice dripping with want. âI want to hear you admit that you want this as badly as I doâŠâ
You moan at the touch and arch. âI hate you so muchâ you murmur.Bucky laughs huskily, feeling your body respond to his touch. âNo, you donât,â he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. âYou donât hate me at all. You hate how much you want meâŠ. How much you need meâŠ.â
His fingers toy with the waistband of your shorts, his hand edging them down your hips. âAdmit it, princess,â he whispers, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. âAdmit that you want me as badly as I want youâŠ.â His hand moves to your inner thigh, his touch light and teasing. âSay the words,â he urges, his voice low and rough. âSay you want me, princess. Say you need me just as badly as I need youâŠ.â
You bit your lip to keep from giving in but it was very difficult, you were wavering and you just wanted him to give you pleasure.Bucky lets out a low curse as he feels you resist him. âYouâre such a stubborn little thing,â he grumbles, his hand tightening on your thigh. âBut I wonât let you keep up this act, princess. Iâll break you, itâs only a matter of timeâŠ. Just say the words, sweetheartâŠ.â
His fingers slide further up your thigh, edging up under your shorts. âJust a few words, princess,â he urges, his voice rough with want. âJust tell me you want me, and then Iâll give you what you needâŠâ
You moan again but you don't want to give in. "No".Bucky curses again, his fingers tightening on your thigh. âYouâre so damn stubborn, princess,â he mutters, his voice tight with want. âBut youâre also lying to yourselfâŠ.â
Bucky finally leans down and kisses you passionately and hungrily.The kiss is almost violent, a clash of need and desperation. Buckyâs lips are hot against yours, his tongue seeking yours as he presses you into the sheets. He bites at your bottom lip, then leans back, his eyes dark with desire. âSay it, princess,â he growls, his hand still on your thigh. âJust say you want meâŠ.â
You moan and kiss him. Bucky laughs huskily, his hand moving up your body. âThere we go, princess,â he murmurs against your lips. âThatâs what Iâve been waiting forâŠâHis lips move down to your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there and causing you to gasp again. âSay it, princess,â he repeats, his hand finally moving up to cup your core. âJust tell me you want meâŠ.â
You moan at his words and surrender to him. "I want you".Bucky lets out a low growl of satisfaction as he hears your words. âThatâs what I thought,â he mutters, his fingers trailing against your skin. âI knew you couldnât resist me for long.â
He takes your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. His body presses against yours, his weight holding you in place. âNow that wasnât so hard, was it, princess?â he whispers in your ear, his breath hot and heavy.His hand slides down your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. âBut now that youâve given in, Iâm going to have some fun with youâŠâ he murmurs, his voice dark with promise. âIâm going to make you scream for meâŠâ
He kissed you again and put two fingers inside your panties and into your core making you moan into the kiss.Bucky lets out a low chuckle as he feels you arch against him. âThatâs it, princess,â he murmurs against your lips. âLet it out. Let me hear how good I make you feelâŠâHe moves his fingers slowly, finding a rhythm that makes you moan again. âI knew youâd feel good,â he whispers, his eyes dark with want. â
His fingers move a little faster, the pressure inside of you increasing. âBut I bet I could make you feel even betterâŠâ he murmurs, his mouth moving down to your neck. âI bet I could make you scream for me".
âBuckyâ you moan and arch once more.Buckyâs smirk is almost feral as he hears you moan his name. âThere it is,â he mutters, his fingers working faster as they press deeper into you. âI knew youâd sound like that when you finally let yourself goâŠâ
He bites at your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin. âAnd I know I can make you moan louder, sweetheart⊠if you beg me rightâŠâ
His fingers move again, finding a place inside you that makes you gasp. âBeg me, princess,â he murmurs, his voice rough with lust. âBeg me to make you feel good. Beg me to give you what you needâŠâ
You felt his fingers go faster and faster inside you and you could feel yourself getting close. âPlease Bucky,â you murmur.Bucky grins at your words, his fingers moving even faster. âPlease, what, princess?â he murmurs, his mouth moving to your ear. âSay it. Tell me what you want me to doâŠâ
âlet me come pleaseâ You murmur moving your hips on his fingers.
Bucky grins at your pleading tone, his fingers finally getting the reaction he wanted. âThatâs it, sweetheart,â he murmurs, his voice low and rough. âYou sound so pretty when you beg for me like that⊠so pretty when you ask for what you wantâŠâ
His fingers move a little faster, going deeper. âYouâre so close, princess,â he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. âI can feel it. I can feel your body tensing up⊠begging for releaseâŠ"
He moves his mouth back to your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin as he presses his forehead against yours. âBut you have to ask me nicely if you want itâŠâ he mutters, his voice raw with need. âYou have to beg me for what you need, princessâŠâ
You whimper at his words. âplease Bucky, Iâm so closeâ you murmur.Buckyâs grin widens at your words, his fingers finally giving you what youâve been craving. âYeah, you like that, donât you?â he mutters, his touch rough yet still gentle with you. âYou like it when I make you beg for itâŠâ
âpleaseâ you murmur moaning feeling yourself getting closer and closer.Buckyâs fingers move a little faster at your words, his touch more insistent as he moves against you. âAlmost there, princess, youâre so close,â he murmurs, his voice a low growl. âBut I need you to say those magic words. I need you to beg me one more timeâŠâ
"Bucky please" you scream.Bucky grins at your scream, his fingers moving faster than ever inside you. âThere it is, princess,â he mutters, breathing hard. âYou sound so pretty when you scream my name⊠now let go for me, sweetheart."
You moan at his words and come on his fingers. âfuckâ you murmur, closing your eyes in pleasure.Bucky let out a low growl as he feels you come on his fingers. âThatâs it,â he mutters, his voice rough with satisfaction. âThatâs my good girlâŠâ
He withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, licking them clean. âYou taste so sweet,â he murmurs, his eyes dark with lust. âI knew youâd be sweet"
Bucky leans down, his body pressing against yours. âBut Iâm not done with you yet, princess,â he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. âNot even closeâŠâ
You look at him knowing you were in for a long night.
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đ"Temporary Custody" Series Page
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky
Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange
Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.
Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, childhood trauma, and alcohol abuse (basically, the ofc's a hot mess).
Ch 1 Lemon cream tart
Ch 2 Hazelnut ganache tart
Ch 3 Cream filled sponge cakes
Ch 4 Cake doughnuts
Ch 5 Jiggly soufflé cake
Ch 6 Somethin' with bananas
Ch 7 Strawberry cream puffs
Ch 8 Banana-dulce cheesecake
Ch 9 Honey-mascarpone crĂȘpes
Ch 10 S'mores
Ch 11 Palmiers
Ch 12 PĂŽt de crĂšme
Steve and Bucky sexuality profiles
April Fool's Ch 11 "farewell cheesecake"
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#stucky#stucky x ofc#stucky x reader#stucky x you#stucky x y/n#dom bucky barnes#steve rogers x bucky barnes#dom/sub au#d/s au#bakery au
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Till Death Do Us Part
~ series masterlist ~
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Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.
Series Warnings: warnings will be on each chapter but here's a forewarning. mentions of past child abuse, mentions of past rape. violence. mentions of nudity. mentions of infidelity. death. shootings. angst. fluff.
Word Count: 42,622
Status: completed
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theodora
A/N: this will mainly be focused on the marriage and the development of Bucky and his wife more than crimey things sorry.
Masterlist
fluff - â angst - â both - âŸ
âł Prologue - âŸ
âł âWeddingâ Day - âŸ
âł Damaged - âŸ
âł The Library - âŸ
âł Painting - âŸ
âł Family Photos - âŸ
âł Nightmares and Shopping - âŸ
âł Donations and Monsters - âŸ
âł One Step Forward A Hundred Back - âŸ
âł Worthy - âŸ
âł Tabby - âŸ
âł Family Dinner - âŸ
âł Birthday Bash - âŸ
âł Making Love - âŸ
âł Help From The Least Unsuspected - âŸ
âł A Mothers Endless Love - âŸ
âł Home - âŸ
âł The Locket - âŸ
âł Wedding Day Round Two - âŸ
âł Epilogue - â
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 231 & 232
A/N: Happy New Year! Here is the first reading list of 2025.
Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me. đ This week had me reading 25 fics. Absolutely amazing fanfics here. This has been so much fun for me and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. Iâm just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. đđ
Click HERE to see what I will or wonât read. This is very important.
Click HERE for past reading lists.
For my Masterlist click HERE.
Please make sure youâre reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. Youâre responsible for your own media consumption.
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I love you 3000 đ Missy
Where do we go from here - (Ari x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
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A Family for Christmas
Summary: Buckyâs acts of kindness towards a single mother and her two kids leads to more.
Length: 4.7 K
Characters: Bucky Barnes, named OFC, named OCCs (one boy, one girl), Pepper Stark, Sam Wilson, Sarah Wilson.
Warnings: Abandonment issues, brief mention of domestic violence, sweetness overload.
Author notes: Admit it, this is the dream scenario many of us want for Bucky Barnes. Just enjoy it.
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One dark and dreary late afternoon in December
The lineup at the grocery store was long, as the Christmas season had started. Bucky glanced at what people had in their baskets, seeing mostly party food like fancy cheeses, charcuterie meats, snacks of all kinds and some things he had never heard of or seen before. Other than the lady in front of him and himself, everyone seemed to be buying for a Christmas party. The lady in front of him, with a small toddler girl in the child seat, and an older boy looking anxiously at the items she took out of the cart, kept a close eye on the tally. When it got to $95 and she saw how many necessities were still on the conveyor belt, she sighed at the boy.
"I'm sorry, honey, we won't be able to get the snack mix or the kids' cereal," she said, then looked at the cashier. "Could you remove those from the tally, please? I only have $100 to spend." The cashier frowned at her. "I'm really sorry."
"Keep it on," interrupted Bucky. "I'll pay whatever is over that amount." He looked sympathetically at the woman. "I know what it's like to not afford things."
Her lips trembled, then she swallowed, but she nodded her head and whispered. "Thank you."
After everything was put through, the amount owing was $123.45. Bucky peeled off two twenties, then said to give the change to the lady. When she started to protest, he smiled at her again.
"It's alright. You take your kids to McDonald's or something."
"Thank you again," she whispered. "You're a kind man."
He smiled at her, watching as she pushed her cart out the door. Her son kept looking at Bucky until they were outside, then he heard the boy just before the sliding doors closed.
"Mom, that was Bucky Barnes."
Smiling, he watched while the cashier rang his things through, paying cash for his bag of groceries. As he stepped outside into the chilly December air, he could hear a car being started and failing. The person tried several times, then there was the sound of crying and he walked towards it. It was the mom, sitting behind the wheel, weeping. Her son was leaning over from the back seat, trying to comfort her while the little girl looked like she was going to cry at any moment. Walking up, he knocked on her window and smiled as she lowered it.
"I could hear you trying to start your car," he said. "Would you let me take a look at it?"
"You've already done more than enough, Mr. Barnes," she began, flustered, as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'll figure it out on my own."
That brought a smile to his face.
"The thing is, you don't have to," he replied. "I'm offering and it's going to cost you to get someone to have a look. It's getting dark and I don't like the idea of you and your kids sitting here in a parking lot waiting. Please, let me help."
"Okay, let me just pop the hood," she said, reaching below the dashboard for the release mechanism.
He lifted it up, pulled out his phone and activated the flashlight, looking at the engine. Then he went back to the window.
"What's your son's name?" he asked. "I'd like to borrow him to hold the light up so I can see what I'm doing."
"Liam," she answered, then she looked back at her son. "Would you help Mr. Barnes?"
He grinned at his mother, then opened the door. Bucky shook the boy's hand as if he were a grownup.
"Would you hold the phone up so that the flashlight is on where I need it?" Liam took the phone and aimed it to light up the area while Bucky began checking the wiring. "When I was a boy, it was a tough time for families. People got sick and died, some men lost their jobs and took to the road to find work, leaving their families behind. It was important for friends and neighbours to help those who needed it. I don't know how many times my mother made extra and sent me with food to a family that needed it."
"My dad left," said Liam, bluntly. He looked up at Bucky. "Said he didn't want to be a dad anymore because it was too much for him. I heard him tell my mom one night and, in the morning, he was gone."
Bucky hesitated, sickened at what he just heard. "I'm sorry. That makes you the man of the family now and that's a lot for a boy your age." He looked over at the woman. "Try it now." It still didn't catch, and he put up his hand for her to stop. "Does she have a job?"
Liam nodded. "Part-time so we don't have as much money. She cries every night after she gets home and Grandma leaves. I'd find a job but I'm too young." He wiped his eyes. "Why did he do that? Why did he stop loving us?"
"I wish I had an answer for you," said Bucky, "but I don't. I'll tell you what, Liam; I'm going to talk to some friends of mine and see if we can help you out, okay?"
He found what he thought was the problem and asked the mom to try again. This time the engine caught. Taking his phone back from Liam, he closed the hood and walked the boy back to the back seat door. Then he leaned down.
"I found a loose wire and fixed it, but it may come loose again," he said. "If you want, I can come over and do a better fix during the day. I'll give you my number and you let me know, okay? I wouldn't turn your car off before you get home, so maybe go through McDonald's Drive-Thru for dinner."
The woman swallowed and looked up at him, almost ready to cry but she nodded, and unlocked her cell phone, offering it to him. As she drove away Bucky memorized her licence plate number and made a phone call. After a short conversation he hung up and drove back to his place. He had some homework to do.
The following morning, he received a phone call from the mom, Lorraine, telling him that her car wouldn't start.
"I hate to be a bother," she said, "but I need it for work, and I can't afford to get it fixed at the garage."
"It's no problem," replied Bucky. "I offered. Give me your address and I'll come over."
Half an hour later, he arrived at her place, noticing the house had a For Sale sign on it. Lorraine met him at the door, all bundled up, then said she would open the garage door from inside. After meeting him inside the garage she retreated back into the house. The car had the hood up, as it appeared Lorraine tried to fix it herself before phoning Bucky. In the light of day, it was obvious the car was worn out. Carefully, he checked all the connections, tightening what he could. He started it up, let it run for a bit then stopped it before trying again. This time there was nothing except for a clicking sound and he sighed; it was a bad alternator. He could buy another one and install it but from what he just saw of this car there were other parts ready to fail. Taking his phone out, he phoned the number from the evening before.
"Hi, it's Bucky. I'm at the lady's house, trying to get her car started. It's worse than I thought. The car's old and worn out, and even though I can fix the immediate problem it's just a matter of time before the next part fails." He listened for several moments. "Her house is up for sale. I haven't talked to her about it yet but she's definitely in a tough position." The person on the other end of the call must have suggested something because he nodded his head. "Alright, I'll give it a try, but I would rather be the one tracking down the husband and making an example of him."
Removing the keys and lowering the hood, Bucky went to the front door and knocked on it. Lorraine arrived with her toddler on her hip, looking hopefully at him. He gave her the keys grimly.
"It's the alternator and I can fix it, but that car is already falling apart," he said, as kindly as he could. "It's only a matter of time before something else fails on it."
She swallowed, nodded her head and turned away so he wouldn't see her tears. Digging into his jeans pocket, he pulled out a clean handkerchief, offering it to her. That set her off and she walked back inside crying, leaving him at the door. Reluctantly, he entered and felt his heart break at what he saw. There was only a couch and end table with a lamp on it in the living room, no furniture in the kitchen or dining room. The couch had a sheet, blanket, and pillow on it. It was cold in the house, which explained why she and the toddler were dressed in several layers of clothes. As she sat on the couch, she wept for several minutes then gathered herself.
"It's been six weeks since my husband left us," she said, her emotions making her voice crack. "He took the car, cleaned out our savings and said he had enough of being leeched off of. Blamed us for all of his troubles, like we were the ones who got him fired for drinking on the job. I had another bank account that he didn't know about. I used that money to buy the car, as it was all I could afford. My mom looks after the kids when I have to work but she doesn't like it when I work an evening shift because it means she has to go home on the bus in the dark. I don't even get full time hours and there's no benefits. If any of us gets sick ...." She stopped, taking several long breaths to calm herself. "I've sold almost every piece of furniture in the house, except for this and the kid's beds. I sleep here on the couch. The heat is turned down to barely enough to keep us warm at night. I applied for welfare but because I co-own the house and have a job, they say I'm ineligible. I don't know what I'm going to do."
She looked up at Bucky, as he stood in front of her. He saw in her eyes something he hadn't seen since he was a boy during the Depression. It wasn't just despair; it was desperation. She was at the breaking point. He gestured to a space next to her on the couch, only sitting when she moved over for him.
"I was a boy during the Depression. I saw the worst in people, but I also saw the best, often from my own family. No matter what I went through since then I've tried to live by that since I became a free man. After I saw you last night, I gave your licence plate number to a friend, and we've already put things into motion to help you. Until we get everything in place I'll do what I can for you. One of the first things we'll do is to get you a reliable car. The one in the garage isn't it. So, we're going to pick up a rental. It will be paid for by my friend."
"Okay." Her voice was shaking. "How will I pay your friend back? My job isn't the best paying. It's a struggle to keep a roof over our heads."
"You don't," smiled Bucky. "She can afford it. As for your job, we think you should quit and focus on taking care of your kids and your personal life. She's going to hire you herself but is trying to find the right position that will allow you to have a work / life balance as she's a single mother herself. You know what she means?"
Lorraine nodded her head. "Thank you. I don't know what to say."
"There's more," he smiled. "We've put someone into finding your husband." She looked alarmed. "Not to make him come back, but to make him accountable. He cleaned out your savings account, so it's only fitting that he gives you sole title to the house. We're looking for a place for you and your kids, your mom, too, if you want. Until we get you moved into that new place, you crank up the heat here. I'll help you get some more furniture, a TV and maybe one of those game systems for Liam. He's a good kid and I can tell he wants to help you as much as he can."
"You would do that for me?" she asked, ready to cry again.
"Not just me," he smiled, then placed his arm around her shoulder and squeezed it. "My friend assigned me to be your helper. So, how do you feel about doing some furniture shopping, then I'll take you and your little miss for lunch before we pick up your rental car?"
If gratitude could be measured, Bucky was sure Lorraine was overflowing with it. Perhaps it was just knowing that someone cared enough to help, without expectation of repayment, that made her face light up in a way that made him feel good. They bought some necessary furniture, including a new bedroom set for her, and for the dining room, to be delivered first thing the following morning. They picked up a television set and game system as well. By the time lunch was finished, Bucky received a text message that the rental car was ready for pickup along with some other necessities that would be waiting. He felt like Santa Claus, after giving Lorraine a bank card with some funds already deposited that would allow her to look after herself and her kids until she started her new job. When he brought the television and game system to the house, he was met by a Stark Industries technician, who set it up for the family.
"Go pick up Liam from school, get some more groceries, and don't worry about money," he advised, before he left. "You have my phone number. Call me day or night. I'm at your disposal."
When he did receive a call, a frantic one made by Liam, two nights later, to report his father had shown up at the house, hit his mom, and broken the TV set in a fit of rage, Bucky wasted no time in getting there, quickly dressing, and asking Wong for a portal to the house. His wish to make an example of the father was granted as he entered the house, lifted the man one-handed, and held him against the wall, while instructing Lorraine to call the police.
"Pack some bags for yourself and the kids," he said, as her husband was being led away in handcuffs. "You're staying somewhere else tonight. I'll let my friend know that you need the new place sooner rather than later."
How a man could treat his wife and kids the way her husband had was beyond Bucky's comprehension. If they were his family, he would be beyond the moon to have Liam as his son, Larissa as his daughter and Lorraine for his wife. They deserved so much more than what her husband had subjected them to.
Three weeks later
After locking up the house, confirming it was all cleared and clean for the new owners, then giving the realtor the keys, Lorraine walked back to Bucky's car, not looking back at where she once lived. In the three weeks since she was at the lowest point of her life, she had learned to look forward to the future. Already set up in a new apartment, they had only stopped to meet with the realtor one last time to hand over the keys. Smiling back at Liam, her mom, and her daughter Larissa, she sat in the front seat with Bucky.
"So, where to now?" she asked of the man who had become her friend in that time.
"That's a surprise," he said. He looked back at the kids, smiling at Lorraine's mom, who still didn't quite trust him, then put his SUV into gear. "We have a company function to attend where you'll meet some of your new colleagues and their families."
"Is it a Christmas party?" asked Liam.
"It is," smiled Bucky. "I heard a certain jolly old man might be there."
"Santa." Larissa beamed at Bucky through the rear-view mirror, her toddler voice full of excitement. "I want Santa."
"We'll see when we get there, won't we?"
When they did get there, a prestigious hotel complete with valet service for the car, even Lorraine's mother was awed at the setup for the Christmas party. After checking in at the desk set up outside the banquet hall, Bucky escorted them inside to a winter wonderland, complete with people dressed as elves. It was full of the lights and sounds of Christmas. Larissa, overwhelmed a little, asked to be lifted up and carried by her mother, while Liam stuck close to Bucky, eventually grasping his hand, which pleased the big man immensely. He saw Pepper Stark in the distance and led the others towards her. Her face lit up when Bucky introduced them to each other.
"Lorraine, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," she smiled. "These must be your kids, Larissa and Liam, and Bucky said he convinced your mother to attend. Welcome all of you."
"It's you," gasped Lorraine. "You're the friend who's been helping us."
"Guilty as charged, although it was Bucky who got it going," said Pepper. "He couldn't bear the thought of what you were going through. I was in a position to help, and it was totally my pleasure. When you start in the New Year, you and I will have a good sit-down time together and we'll talk about a lot of things but today, just enjoy yourselves and eat, drink and be merry."
She squeezed Lorraine's hand, then smiled up at Bucky before greeting another attendee and their family by name.
"Come on, let's find a place to sit," said Bucky.
He saw Sam at a table with Sarah and the boys, waved to them and asked to join their table. Lorraine and the kids had already met Captain America in the few weeks since Bucky first met them, but her mother was almost dumbfounded at sitting with the famous hero. It wasn't just a Christmas party, there was also dancing, and a place for the kids to try out the latest in games. AJ and Cass invited Liam to join them in playing video games. Breathlessly asking permission of his mother, she nodded then glowed at how happy he seemed to be included by the other boys. When the band began to play The Christmas Song, Sam asked Lorraine's mother to dance, receiving a giddy acceptance. Bucky looked at Lorraine.
"What do you say? Would you like to dance?"
"We'll have to take Larissa with us," she answered. "I'm not much of a dancer."
"Not a problem," he smiled, then offered his arms to the three-year-old. "Do you want to dance with Mommy and me?"
"Pease!"
With big grins on their faces, Bucky held the toddler between them, then managed to lead Lorraine through the dance. Sarah watched, happy at how animated the super soldier seemed on the dance floor. Sam had told her about the woman's struggles and how Bucky became friends with the family after meeting them at the grocery store. She could see the beginnings of something between the couple, although he was too much of a gentleman to do anything while Lorraine's divorce petition had just been filed. As much as Lorraine and her kids deserved to have a good life, so did Bucky, and Sarah found herself hoping for the best for the tall super soldier.
One year later
The ten-year-old boy was on guard at the door of his bedroom while Bucky wrapped up two presents for Lorraine. The first present was a framed sign made by Liam with decorations by Larissa, and the second present a small box containing something special from Bucky. Liam heard his mother talking about leaving the kitchen and whispered at the dark-haired man.
"She's coming!"
"It's okay, I'm done," said the super soldier. "I'll let you put them under the tree."
Handing them off to the boy, he left the bedroom, heading towards the sound of Lorraine before she stepped out of the kitchen. Stopping in front of her, he placed his hands on her waist and maneuvered her to some mistletoe that was hanging. With an amused shake of her head, she raised her cheek to him for a kiss but was surprised by a full kiss on the lips.
"Bucky, what's got into you?"
"Collecting my mistletoe tax," he grinned. "I'm going to need several instalments."
Larissa tugged on Bucky's shirt. "Me, too?"
"You, too, little girl," he laughed, lifting her up until her head touched the mistletoe, then bringing her down so she could kiss his cheek. "Both my girls need to pay up. Your mom, too, when she gets here."
"Good luck collecting that," joked Lorraine. "She still thinks you're up to no good."
"Not anymore," he thought, recalling the special visit he made to her for her blessing.
Offering his help in the kitchen, he was soon chopping vegetables up for snacking on, as they were hosting several close friends on this Christmas Eve. While he did that Lorraine arranged cheeses and sliced meats on some platters along with crackers. It was easy to assemble and didn't require any time over a stove. With everyone ready, they both changed into something suitable for a family and friends Christmas.
The gathering was enjoyed by everyone present as Christmas songs played in the background, the kids played video and board games while the adults talked of many happy things. When it got close to Larissa's bedtime, Bucky called for everyone's attention.
"Before our little princess heads up to bed, I promised that she and her brother could give their mother a present." He pulled their special present out, handing it to Larissa to give to her mother.
"We made it together," announced Liam, as his mother unwrapped the box, then took out a framed handmade sign that puzzled her at first.
"What does "Say yes!" mean?" she asked, confused. "Is this about getting a puppy?"
"No, Mommy," laughed Larissa, then she reached under the tree for Bucky's present, and pulled him by the hand towards Lorraine. "Go ahead, ask her."
Several of the others gasped audibly, guessing what was happening. Bucky went down on one knee, then showed Lorraine the wrapped second box, holding it in front of her.
"Over a year ago, I met a wonderful lady, her son, and her daughter, on probably the worst day of their lives, but it was the beginning of something wonderful. I found someone that needed what I was ready to give, my love and my commitment. Lorraine, I can't imagine a life without you, Liam, and Larissa. Would you do me the honour of marrying me, becoming my wife, and allowing me to be a father to these incredible children?"
He handed her the box, then watched as she unwrapped it, opened it, and revealed a beautiful solitaire diamond engagement ring. With her lips trembling and her eyes glistening, Lorraine took the ring, placed it on her left ring finger and began to cry.
"Mommy, say yes," demanded Larissa, making everyone laugh.
"Yes, I'll marry you," she answered.
With a cheer from everyone, and Larissa clapping her hands excitedly, the couple kissed then Bucky pulled both kids in for a hug from him and their mother. As the others gathered around them, wishing them congratulations, Sarah Wilson sat and smiled at the happiness that radiated from Bucky's face, making him look younger than he ever did since she first met him. Sam sat next to her and nudged his sister in the side.
"You called that right," he said. "You knew a year ago it would come to this. How did you know?"
"Because they each found something they needed," she answered. "She found someone who was kind and giving. He found someone who needed him to be there for her. It was as plain as the sun shining in the sky."
"Right," he grinned. "So, you think they were meant to meet?"
She smiled at her brother, squeezing his hand. "If you meet the one you want to spend the rest of your life with then yes, you were meant to meet. You just have to open yourself up to the possibilities, Sam. You know that."
He did know that. Offering his help to Lorraine and her kids had opened Bucky's heart and now the man had a family for Christmas. It couldn't happen to a better person.
Later, after everyone had left, Bucky and Lorraine tucked Larissa into bed, then sat with Liam, as he snuggled down under his covers.
"You were surprised, weren't you Mom?" he asked. "Bucky asked me and Larissa first, then Grandma next, if he could marry you."
"You did a good job keeping that secret," she answered. "I was very surprised and I'm going to put your picture up where everyone can see it."
He grinned, then he looked at the super soldier. "Can I call you Dad?"
"If you want, I would be honoured. Liam, I want to adopt you and Larissa. Are you okay with being my son and taking my name?"
The boy nodded his head enthusiastically. "Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad."
They both kissed him on the forehead, returning the words. As the couple bustled around, cleaning up the last few things from the party, Bucky looked above Lorraine's head, noticing the mistletoe. He stopped her, taking some dishes from her hands and placing them on a counter. She looked up at him, her face glowing with the love she felt for this man who became so important to her and the kids in the past year.
"Final instalment?" she asked, looking at the mistletoe above his head.
"Nope." He shook his head. "That's a lifetime tax, payable on demand."
They chuckled, then kissed, sweetly at first then with more passion and intensity.
"With kisses like that we'll end up with another child very quickly," she murmured.
"If you want," he answered softly. "Do you know when I first envisioned having you and the kids as my family?" He breathed out noticeably. "It was the night Liam called about your ex showing up. I felt such a panic that I wasn't there. I wanted to protect you all from ever being in that position again. By the time we went to the Christmas party I wished for you and the kids to be my family some day." He caressed her hair. "Even though we started living together two months ago, today you gave me the best Christmas gift ever."
Lorraine's eyes were glassy as she listened. She placed her head on his chest while she hugged him, still not believing that this man was hers.
"I wished for the same thing," she whispered, before looking up at him. "You were kind to us from that first moment in the grocery store and it was something that had been missing from our lives. Thank you for being there when I needed someone like you the most."
"Always."
They kissed again, turned off the lights, and headed up to bed, where Lorraine's comment about the quality of Bucky's kisses proved prophetic. By the following Christmas, there was another stocking hung up on the fireplace but that is a story for another time. Needless to say, they both got their Christmas wish and more.
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The Partner
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Steve and Bucky were meeting with a new partner, another mobster named Ivanov. They had just finished negotiations, and the atmosphere had shifted from tense business discussions to more relaxed, casual conversation. Ivanov leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face as he sipped his drink.
Just then, Yn entered the room. As always, she walked straight to Bucky, her presence commanding immediate attention. Without hesitation, she greeted him with a kiss, her lips brushing his with a tenderness that momentarily softened his usual stern expression.
Ivanov, watching the exchange with a curious gleam in his eye, leaned forward and made a comment, his tone dripping with amusement. "You know, she doesn't realize how powerful I am. A woman like that should know her place."
The room went silent, the casual conversation halting abruptly. The easy-going atmosphere evaporated, replaced by a palpable tension. Bucky's jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with anger, but before he could respond, Yn's demeanor changed.
Bucky recognized the shift immediately. Her posture straightened, and her gaze sharpened. What he referred to as her "formidable" side had emerged.
Yn took a seat comfortably, her movements measured and deliberate. She crossed her legs, her calm and composed exterior belying the intensity that lay beneath. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her to speak.
"Mr. Ivanov, I might not know much about power in the way you understand it, but I can tell a good story. Something from history that I find fascinating."
The room, already tense, grew even quieter. Everyone listened intently as Yn spoke.
"Let me tell you about Cesare Borgia, a man consumed by his quest for power. In the early 1500s, Cesare used his father, Pope Alexander VIâs influence to dominate Italy through cunning and brutality. He manipulated and eliminated rivals, consolidating his power without restraint."
Ivanov 's smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing as he listened.
"However," Yn continued, "his obsession with power led to his downfall. When his father died, Cesare lost his key ally. The new pope opposed him, and his enemies rose against him. Stripped of his power, he was captured and died in obscurity."
Bucky watched Yn with a mix of admiration and awe. Her calm, measured tone and the intensity in her eyes made it clear she was not to be underestimated.
"Cesare's relentless pursuit of dominance blinded him to the need for stability and alliances," Yn said, her gaze unwavering. "In our own lives, we must use power responsibly, understanding that true strength lies in restraint and respect for others. By treating those around us with kindness and empathy, we can avoid the pitfalls of unchecked ambition."
Ivanov was speechless, his earlier bravado completely gone. The rest of the room was equally silent, everyone taken aback by Yn's unexpected but poignant lesson.
Bucky felt a surge of pride and a touch of amusement. He knew she had left a significant impression. He glanced around the room, seeing the stunned expressions on his associates' faces.
Yn removed her glasses with a measured, deliberate motion, placing them on the table. This simple act made the others exchange knowing glances, recognizing the shift in her demeanor.
"Power does not corrupt men," she added, her voice firm. "But only fools who keep displaying it, thus reducing the command it has."
The room seemed to shrink around Ivanov, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact with Yn. Her words had cut through his bravado, leaving him exposed.
The silence was thick with tension, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Yn's gaze never wavered, her presence commanding and authoritative.
Bucky could see the discomfort in Ivanov 's eyes, a stark contrast to the confidence he had shown earlier. It was clear that Yn had not only made her point but had done so in a way that left no room for argument.
The others, still processing what had just happened, felt a mixture of admiration and respect for Yn. Bucky's heart swelled with pride, knowing that she had, once again, shown her formidable intellect and strength.
Finally, Ivanov mumbled, "I see your point," though his voice lacked its earlier conviction. Yn simply nodded, her message delivered with precision and impact.
Yn's gaze remained steady, her voice smooth yet sharp. "I know you do. You seem like an intelligent man, not falling into the same trenches as Cesare Borgia did."
She took a moment to let her words sink in before continuing, "It was, however, nice to meet you."
With that, Yn walked calmly to the bar, where she poured herself a glass of water. Her demeanor was poised and composed, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere in the room. The others remained silent, clearly taken aback by the gravity of her words and the ease with which she had dismantled Ivanov âs bravado.
As she sipped her water, the room was filled with a palpable respect for Ynâs ability to handle the situation with such grace and authority. Bucky watched her with a mixture of admiration and deep affection, knowing that her strength and intellect were unmatched.
"Well said, doll," he thought to himself. "You certainly know how to make an impact."
Ivanov glanced at Bucky with a smirk and asked, âSo sheâs your girl?â
Buckyâs chest swelled with pride as he replied, âNo, Ivanov , actually I am her man.â
The room erupted in light-hearted chuckles, the tension from earlier melting away. Buckyâs statement, delivered with genuine affection, softened the atmosphere and highlighted the deep respect he had for Yn. The others, amused and supportive, shared knowing smiles, appreciating the bond between Bucky and Yn
As Ivanov exited the room, the door closing behind him, Bucky could no longer contain the swell of pride and admiration he felt for Yn. Without a second thought, he pulled her close and sealed his feelings with a passionate kiss.
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More Bucky Headcanons just because âšâš
some are +18 so if that makes u uncomfy or u are -18 please scroll!! It is clearly labelled where they start, so if u only want one or the other the division is there!!
this got kinda long lol sorry
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PG 13 SECTION:
âą He has a lot of old fashioned/outdated beliefs so sometimes heâll say something and you just have to look at him and go đđđ âno.â and then have a conversation with him about why what he just said is objectively morally corrupt. Heâs very open to it and it doesnât happen a lot but when it does heâs willing to understand and he asks questions about whatever messed up thing he said. Heâs very progressive for a man who was in his early 20âs in 1945.
âą he has a lot of old fashioned/outdated beliefs so ur dates are literally superior and your instagram is filled with people commenting things like âif you look closely you can see me swinging in the backgroundâ or âhey god its me againâ and you cant forget the classic âwhen will it be my turn.â He brings you flowers at least once a week, and chocolates are a MUST for him, and as soon as he found out about edible arrangements there is one on your desk at work at least once a month. you tell him your gonna get fat from all the sweets he brings you and he says âgoodâ and thats the end of that convo.
âą on the note of food, heâs a fantastic cook. Most of the time. He has tried on multiple occasions to feed you depression era foods (balogna caserole, jello molds, pea pasta, etc) one time he made you a jello mold with olives and tuna in it and you got physically sick (it was the first time he saw you throw up so he kinda just stood there like đŹ and patted your back like âthere there, my bad ill never give you tuna+jello in the same dish againâ which he STILL makes for himself) so he decided to stick with more modern recipes for actual meals (which are always delicious). But he swears on his life that dessert recipes were better when he was a kid, and he always bakes you the sweets his mom made when he was little such as, apple pie, wacky cake, water pie, prune pudding, frozen fruit salad.
âą he really likes crispy cookies so heâll take urs out when theyre cooked the regular amount, and he leaves his in the oven for like another 10 minutes at minimum. He likes it best when the edges of the cookies are literally burnt and when the chocolate even gets crispy. He dips em in milk though which i guess is slightly redeeming? But the crunch on his cookies should be punishable by law. It counds like crisps when he chews.
âą Texts like:
Bucky â€ïžâ€ïž
HeyâŠ
hey?? u good?
Yes. I just wanted to say
I love youâŠ
ilyt.. y r u being
so ominous?
I am notâŠ
I just wanted to send you
this big long paragraph chunk
about how much I love you. It
has to be grammatically correct
because Iâm old and it will take
me 15 minutes at minimum to
finish typing this text because
I am typing with one hand, and
I have big thumbs. Thank god
for voice memos. Also what
does OMG mean?
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it drives you insane but he physically cannot comprehend any other way to text. He also had a flip phone until you forced him to get a new one. When he gets it he doesnât send you texts anymore, and instead only sends voice memos (its so much faster)
âą loves a sweet treat but is terribly embarrassed about it. Literally the trope where the big scary guy orders a black coffee âfor himselfâ and his cute girly gf gets like a sugar unicorn rainbow suprise, and after they get their drinks they switch. He makes you order it with extra whipped cream and sprinkles. If you like sweet drinks too, he will still order the black coffee and not drink it. He will consistently order 3 drinks despite there only being 2 of you. Sometimes he drops it off w Steve because he knows he likes black coffee and he hates waste, but he is still too embarrassed to just order his drink.
âą cried watching Up, Toy Story 2, The Princess and the Frog, Moana, The beauty and the beast (which was ur halloween costume the year he first watched it. His choice.) and Cars (you still donât know why he cried about cars to this day and it has been YEARS.)
âą despite being an ex assassin, when heâs not in fight or flight mode heâs terribly unathletic. He talks big game before a bowling date and he literally bowls a 45. You didnât know anyone over the age of 8 could score that low in a game where you simply roll a ball. You also took him to In Shape to play tennis and he hit a car with the ball.
âą his body physically cannot handle energy drinks. as much sugar as he consumes, energy drinks make him jittery and paranoid for some reason, and despite being a relatively quiet man, he doesnât shut up when thereâs a red bull in his system
âą pro legalizing weed in all states. Tried an edible one time before bed because he overheard someone say it or read somewhere that it can help with sleep, and he swears he had never slept that good in over 100 years of being alive. Even pre super soldier serum.
âą Heâs a man of few words so in the beginning of u 2 going out there would be long periods of awkward silence. He took you on a lot of movie dates so he could avoid this problem as much as possible.
âąDef doesnât wear his arm to bed so you guys have an easier time spooning. You donât have to deal with the problem that a lot of couples have where you wanna cuddle but his arm falls asleep cs ur laying on it. but for him theres no arm to lay on!!!! yippeee!!! Cuddling in bed typically looks like him being the big spoon with his right arm around your waist. His left shoulder is in whatever position his decides is comfortable that night. He also has a habit of not sleeping with his head on the pillow so you typically feel his nose/breathe against the small of your back. He often kisses you there while rubbing your side to put you to sleep
âą cuddling is a little different when he has a bad nightmare tho. Sometimes he doesnât want to cuddle so heâll lay on the floor on your side of the bed and go back to sleep there, or at least try to. Thats usually what happens if you donât wake up. If you do, you go and get him a glass of water, and a cold rag to wipe is sweat off. You give him a minute until heâs ready to lay back down. He lays on his back, and you suction yourself to his side. One leg over his and your arm on his chest, rubbing soothing patterns to try and slow his hammering heart. You kiss where you can reach, but heâs huge, so its usually just his shoulder and chest, and you tell him all your favorite things about him, and how much you love him, and how safe he is here in your arms. It works 95% of the time.
RATED R SECTION:
âą its ur lucky day if ur a pillow princess! he likes being able to physically take care of his partner without them having to do any work. He feels like itâs his way of saying thank you for staying with him thru all his trauma and whatnot
âą if his s/o is plus sized he will make the effort to be able to lift 2 times their weight bare minimum (which doesnât take that much effort on his part), and he gets a little smug when he lifts his partner up against the wall the first time and theyâre a little shocked because hey no one has ever been able to do that before what is happening oh noooo BOOM youâre in love
âą usually not the one to initiate anything. He feels like heâs pressuring you when he does, but you can always tell when heâs in the mood because he gets clingy and cannot look you in the eye.
âą in the same vein, he doesnât really get horny that often but when he does⊠whew chile GOOD LUCK. Super human stamina is a gift and a curse with him!!
âą he doesnât like to mark you up, but he loves it when you do. He likes getting done and seeing the scratches on his back in the mirror, or having to cover up hickeys with turtlenecks. His favorite is when he makes you help him cover the harder to hide ones to his with makeup. (he bought the right color for himself but didnât know how to use it). LOVE LOVE LOVES when you bite him.
âą Again, heâs typically a man of few words but he will mumble random things âto himselfâ but loud enough for you to barely hear it too. a lot of âso fucking good,â âpretty girlâ âall mineâ âall yoursâ âtell me Iâm yoursâ âsay your mineâ and other things of that nature
âą I think I said this in the last one but Iâm a firm believer that he wouldnât wear his arm unless he had to/felt unsafe. and I would argue that he feels pretty safe if yall are doing the shaboingboing. SO holding you is a little difficult for your amputee bf. Getting into a good and comfortable position for both of you tends to bring a lot of laughs.
âąHe likes to touch you a lot while yâall are getting down and dirty. It helps ground him in a way. He struggles a little bit with dissociation, even when getting intimate so being able to feel your skin under his palms helps keep him on Earth and focused on getting his s/o off.
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A/N: thank you if you resd this far. dont be shy and leave a note behind! i have more chapters of friends dont on the way i swear. Im genuinelu just slow IM SORRY AHH
anyways good night cuties đđ«âïžâš
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Chapter 3
Summary: Bucky and Y/n are in arranged marriage. Bucky is having an affair. This is all it is about... Let's see where Y/n's fate lies... Should we?
Pairings: Bucky x reader, Bucky x Dot, reader x Dean Winchester
Genre: angst, affair, unrequited love, blurb
Illicit Affairs
chapter 1 chapter 2
5 months later after Dot and Bucky's meeting (i.e. 3 months earlier)
Dot's POV
Taking a deep breath, I enter the restaurant with a gentle smile, scrolling through my phone to check for any messages. Spotting Bucky at a table, looking out the window, I smile and walk up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder to make my presence known.
He jumps a little at the sudden touch, turning to see me, a breath of relief escaping him. "Oh. It's youâŠhaha yeah, it's you," he says, his tone a mix of surprise and nervousness. Ignoring his initial reaction, I reply with a smile, "Yes, of course, it's meâon our date, whom you were expecting." I tease him playfully, and he chuckles, shaking his head. "No, no⊠nothing⊠Yes, you are right, my bad, doll."
As Bucky chuckles at my teasing remark, I decide to add a bit more to lighten the mood.
"You know, for a moment there, I thought I might have been replaced by a secret agent or something. I mean, the way you reacted, I half-expected you to say, 'The eagle has landed, mission accomplished,'" I quip, a playful glint in my eyes.
Bucky bursts into a genuine laugh, his earlier tension dissipating. "Well, you caught me off guard. Next time, I'll try to keep my spy skills in check," he jokes, raising an imaginary spy hat.
We share a laugh, the atmosphere lightening, and I take a seat across from him. The initial surprise forgotten, we settle into the easy rhythm of a date, enjoying each other's company amidst the cozy ambiance of the restaurant.
In the midst of our date, he excuses himself for a bathroom break, and as I patiently wait, a soft glow emanates from his phone. Intrigued unintentionally, I glance at the screen, revealing 24 unread messages from someone labeled 'wife.' The weight of that word hits me like an unexpected storm, and my breath catches. I double-check, my eyes fixated on the screen, and time seems to come to a standstill. Emotions surge within meâa tumultuous blend of confusion, heartache, and an unfamiliar ache that words struggle to define. It's an unusual feeling, foreign yet poignant, as the realization dawns that I might have merely been a fleeting moment in the tapestry of his life that he shred.
As he returns from the bathroom, I attempt to hide the inner turmoil, plastering a smile on my face. The weight of the discovered messages lingers, creating an invisible barrier between us. We resume our conversation, but my mind is a filled of thoughts, swirling with unspoken questions. The restaurant buzzes around us, but something's off.
As the evening unfolds, the once vibrant colors of our date now seem muted. There's a feeling like things were messed upâthe threads of his life kind of tangled. Silence wraps around us, punctuated by the clinking of cutlery and distant chatter. The air between us gets heavy, and we sit in quiet, the noise of the place highlighting the unspoken things hanging there.
"Are you okay?" His hand on mine grounds me, but I'm lost in a whirlwind of uncertainty. I nod quietly, my lips parting, struggling to find words to calm the chaos within.
Questions torment meâconfront or ignore? Logic demands answers, but my heart quivers at the thought of the truth. I stare at him, silently pleading for reassurance, as if hoping he'll unveil this as a prank, a figment of my imagination.
The unsettling image lingers, and with a heavy sigh, I unconsciously let out, loud enough for him to hear, "It's all a mess." Each word carries the weight of confusion, hurt, and a yearning for things to make sense again.
Days pass, the weight of the unanswered questions lingering between us. The air is thick with tension, and I find myself unable to carry the burden of uncertainty any longer.
One evening, as we sit in a quiet corner of the park, I gather the courage to break the silence. The golden hues of the setting sun cast a warm glow, yet my heart is heavy with the unspoken.
Taking a deep breath, I look into Bucky's eyes, searching for the truth I desperately need. "Bucky, there's something on my mind, and I can't keep pretending everything is okay. I saw those messages, the ones from your 'wife.' Can you please help me understand? I need to know what's happening."
The words hang in the air, and the park's serene ambiance contrasts with the storm brewing within me. His reaction, his responseâeverything is poised on the edge, waiting to unravel the tangled threads of our story.
"Bucky," I shake him gently, my voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Who's she? Are you married?" I ask again, louder this time, my hands shaking as I cling to the hope that it's all just a misunderstanding. "Tell me it's not true. TELL ME IT'S NOT WHAT I THINK IT IS!" I shout, unable to contain the rising panic and anguish within me.
My outburst attracts a few curious glances from passersby, but I try to regain control, taking a deep breath to steady myself as tears well up in my eyes.
"I⊠I need to go," I whisper, a quiet plea to escape the unbearable truth. As I make to leave, I see the disbelief in Bucky's eyes, his shaky breath betraying his inner turmoil. His silent plea begs me to stay, to listen, but I can't bear to look at him any longer. Disappointment floods me as I meet his gaze, shaking my head in silent reproach. Closing my eyes, I let a few tears slip down my cheeks before gathering my purse and walking away, leaving him alone at the table.
After reaching home, I close the door behind me, leaning against it as tears cascade down my cheeks, finally allowing myself to release the flood of emotions I've been holding back.
"I trusted him," I whisper to myself, the words heavy with betrayal and disbelief. I sink to the floor, clutching my legs to my chest, burying my face in my hands as I cry. Each sob feels like a dagger to my heart, a painful reminder of the shattered trust and broken dreams.
As the minutes pass, I cry like a child, the weight of my heartache crushing me. I curse myself for being so foolish, for letting my guard down and allowing myself to love so deeply. Bright colors of hope and happiness that once filled my heart now seem distant and faded, replaced by a darkness that threatens to consume me once more.
The pain is unbearable, a relentless ache that pierces through every fibre of my being. I feel lost and alone, abandoned by the one person I thought was my safe haven. It hurtsâoh, how it hurtsâmore than I ever thought possible.
"I gave it my all, and he gave me nothin' at all," I murmur to myself, the words heavy with resignation and sorrow. In the quiet solitude of my home, surrounded by the echoes of my own pain, I confront the harsh reality of unrequited love. Despite pouring my heart and soul into the relationship, it feels like I've received nothing in return but heartache and disappointment. It's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that I gave everything I had to someone who couldn'tâor wouldn'tâmeet me halfway.
The days stretched on, each one a painful reminder of the shattered pieces of my heart. I bury myself in work, in hobbiesâanything to distract myself from the gaping void left by Bucky's betrayal. But no matter how busy I kept myself, his absence lingered like a haunting shadow.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the world outside grew still, there comes a hesitant knock at my door. My heart skipped a beat as I approached, uncertainty mingling with a flicker of hope.
Opening the door, I am met with the sight of Bucky, his usual confident demeanour replaced by an uncharacteristic vulnerability. "Can we talk?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with regret.
Part of me wanted to slam the door shut, to shut him out like he had shut me out. But another partâa part that still holds onto the memories of love and laughterâcouldn't turn him away.
I nod silently, stepping aside to let him in. We sit in awkward silence for a moment, the weight of our unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
"I'm sorry," he finally whispers, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "I messed up. I never meant to hurt you."
His words stir something inside meâanger, hurt, but also a lingering spark of longing. Against my better judgment, I find myself drawn to him, the magnetic pull between us undeniable.
Before I can stop myself, I close the distance between us, my hand reaching out to touch his cheek. Our eyes meet, and in that moment, the floodgates of desire open, the tension crackling between us like electricity.
One kiss leads to another, and soon we are lost in a hunger that had been brewing quietly. Clothes fell away, our inhibitions tossed aside as we surrendered to the primal longing that surged within us.
In the heat of the moment, all thoughts of pain and betrayal melted away, replaced by the intoxicating rush of passion and desire. We collapse into each other's arms, spent and breathless, even though I know it is wrong, even though he has a wife.
Soon I find myself entangled in an illicit affair.
Make sure nobody sees you leave
Hood over your head, keep your eyes down
Tell your friends you're out for a run
You'll be flushed when you return
Take the road less traveled by
Tell yourself you can always stop
What started in beautiful rooms
Ends with meetings in parking lots
And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and longing stares
It's born from just one single glance
But it dies, and it dies, and it dies
A million little times
Leave the perfume on the shelf
That you picked out just for him
So you leave no trace behind
Like you don't even exist
Take the words for what they are
A dwindling, mercurial high
A drug that only worked
The first few hundred times
And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and stolen stares
They show their truth one single time
But they lie, and they lie, and they lie
A million little times
And you wanna scream
Don't call me "kid"
Don't call me "baby"
Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
You showed me colors
You know I can't see with anyone else
Don't call me "kid"
Don't call me "baby"
Look at this idiotic fool that you made me
You taught me a secret language
I can't speak with anyone else
And you know damn well
For you, I would ruin myself
A million little times
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The Tower - Under the Table
The Tower - Under the Table
Series Masterlist
Pairing: Â Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 4585
Warnings: Â smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)
Synopsis: Â Itâs Ellyâs birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.
Authorâs Note: Long time no update! Iâve been writing really slow at the moment. But I am still doing these if you have requests. This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.
Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special
Under the Table
In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table. Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date. Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.
This one was my birthday.
The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal. It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. âWe should have brought some games up with us,â he said. âI could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.â
âI could go down and get something,â Steve offered.
âYouâre still eating, Steve,â Wanda said. âSomeone else can go.â
âOr!â Clint said, waggling his eyebrows. âOr⊠we could play a different kind of game.â
âWhy do I get the feeling that youâre not talking about charades?â Sam asked.
âBecause you know me too well, Sammy,â Clint said. âI saw this thingâŠâ
âWhat have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?â Tony scolded.
Clint smirked at him. âTo invite you along when I do,â he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony. âAnyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing. Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone. And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that itâs happening to them, they have to go under the table. And if someone guesses the wrong person, itâs them. Like a Blow Job Roulette.â
âOkay, that sounds fun,â I said. âCan we?âÂ
There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.
âBirthday girl goes first,â Sam said.
âShouldnât I be the one that gets eaten out first?â I countered.Â
âBut then weâd all know it was you, and youâd just end up under the table,â Sam argued. âYou might as well start down there.â
I laughed. The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any. âAlright, pants off everyone,â I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table. Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down. Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts. It was quite a sight under the table. Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread. Some of the men were already half-hard. I looked around, picking my target.
Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most. She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up. Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.
I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs. She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit. I wondered what she looked like right now. How she was hiding what was happening. If she was hiding it. From where I was, it seemed so obvious. Her muscles had clenched and sheâd tilted her hips forward. I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs. I couldnât imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.
I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it. She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. âWanda!â
âNo fair!â Wanda whined as I pulled away.
âThatâs the game, Wanda,â Sam said. âNow under the table.â
I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table. I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while. I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.
All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. âWanda!â he scolded. âNo powers!â
She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing. âDid someone get invaded by some pink light?â Tony teased.
âThatâs one way to put it,â Clint said as he climbed under the table.
It took a really long time before the next person became clear. I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony. Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation. It wasnât until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.
âTony!â I yelled, pointing at him. âItâs you!â
âAh, shit,â Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips. âWait, Clint, Iâm nearly done.â
âHey now,â Steve said. âYou can wait like the rest of us.â
Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth. âJesus,â he cursed. âTony was a terrible choice.â
âOh, baby,â Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt. âThe amount of calls Iâve taken while Iâve been balls deep in someone.â
âAlright, alright, get under the table smart ass,â Steve said.
Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy. I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.
âElly!â Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.
âNo!â I shouted and Bruce groaned. âItâs Bruce!â
âYou littleâŠ!â Natasha scolded. âThat was evil!â
Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out. âThat was awesome,â he said. âNow what? Do all of you have to get under the table?â
âMight I suggest that we alter the game?â Thor asked. âPerhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.â
âI think that sounds like a fantastic idea,â Natasha said. âIf she can guess, then they can make her come. If not, she just gets edged.â
âWhat do you think of that, Elise?â Steve asked.
I nodded enthusiastically. âYes, please. It is my birthday after all.â
âWe might need lube and something to blindfold El with,â Sam said. âI mean - if weâre going to have real fun that is.â
Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube. What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube. Tony had the warming gel kind, Clintâs was espresso flavored, Natashaâs doubled as a massage gel, and Thorâs was an oil heâd brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.
Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table. âLetâs get you ready, Elise,â Steve said.
Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra. I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside. Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision. When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldnât see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.
I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table. They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves. There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.
My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me. Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasnât Bucky either.
There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit. They didnât even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work. I could feel the scratch of their beard. Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue. It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me. I didnât even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor. The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.
âMmm⊠Thor,â I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.
A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard. I nearly came just from that.
âHow do you even do that?â Tony laughed. âYou are too good at this game.â
âYou gotta make me come now,â I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thorâs hair.
âDonât worry, lover. I will,â Thor said.
He was good to his word. He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it. Every now and again, heâd send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control. It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.
âFucking hell!â I cried out.
âDamn, Thor,â Sam said. âThat had to be some kind of record.â
âI am a god, Samuel,â Thor bragged.
There was only a short wait for the next person to move up. It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky. This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.  He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles. There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.
âBruce,â I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.
âWhat the fuck?â Tony cursed. âYouâre gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.â
âI know you all too well,â I moaned. âGonna have to mess up on purpose so I donât die.â
âLetâs see how you go,â Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.
Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially. He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it. As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it. The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasnât long before heâd gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast. His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldnât think straight. Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, itâd be a while before Clint was down between my legs.
My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.
Bruce hummed and pulled away. âMmm⊠I love seeing you come,â he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.
I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away. I didnât have to wait very long before the next person to take their place. Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two. I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out. I didnât even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha. Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.
âNatasha!â I said quickly.
She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me. I would have taken a bow if I wasnât flat on my back. âThatâs my girl,â Natasha praised and got to work.
Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it. She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit. It was intense. I couldnât focus. Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.
When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table. It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.
âWell done, Mishka,â Natasha praised.âI hope you have more in you.â
I wasnât so sure. In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there. Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.
The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had. There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.
Finally, it clicked into place. No metal hand. That cut out Bucky. Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven. Which just left Tony and Sam. I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldnât be going easy on me at all. âSamâŠâ I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.
âWe should never have doubted you,â Thor said. âThis is truly impressive.â
âAre you sure youâre not peeking?â Clint asked.
âJust know you all,â I argued in that same breathless moan.
Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. âLetâs make you come a different way,â Sam said.
He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me. As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. âOh fuck,â I moaned. I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast. I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.
Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft. âOh god, Sam. PleaseâŠâ I didnât even know what I was pleading for. I just knew I needed something. More, harder, slow down, be gentle. Or maybe just to stop.
His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more. He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.
âGood girl,â Sam praised. âThere we go.â
He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table. âYou still okay?â he asked.
I nodded and made an incoherent sound. He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips. âElise, are you sure?â
I nodded again. âYeah. I can do this.â
He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit. Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didnât think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it. âBucky,â I said.
He laughed. âDamn it. I was trying not to give it away.â
âThatâs what gave it away,â I said.
âAlright, alright, letâs make you come then,â he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.
He didnât even bother to try and go down on me. He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep. I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix. âBucky,â I whined.
âSorry, honey,â he said, backing off a bit. He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.
I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could. âBucky,â I moaned. âKiss me.â
He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips. I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.
He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together. Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him. As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldnât last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four. It wound around me like a warm blanket. I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely. It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Buckyâs arms. He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.
When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me. âOh god, Bucky,â I moaned.
Buckyâs hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. âFuck, Elly,â he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.
âBucky Barnes, you dirty dog,â Clint scolded. âLeaving a mess in there for us to clean up.â
I swatted lazily in Clintâs direction as Bucky started laughing. âOh like youâre not looking forward to that.â
He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan. It wasnât long before someone else was between my legs. They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately. They laughed.
âWhatâs so funny, Tony?â I asked.
âAh fuck,â he said. âDidnât even get a chance to trick you. I just had plans to go to town on you.â
âMean,â he said, reaching for him. âGo on, you gotta give me my prize.â
âAlright, alright,â he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt. âItâs coming and so will you be.â
I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me. He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me. I cried out and reached above my head. Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.
He didnât go easy on me the way Bucky had. He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me. âFuck⊠fuck⊠fuckâŠâ I babbled as I was jolted on the table. My fingers tightened around whoeverâs hand I was holding. It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me. Each thrust of Tonyâs hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.
It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him. âOh fuck yes, Tony!â I mewled.
Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did. âThere you go, Legolas,â Tony teased as he held me in place.
He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away. A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.
I didnât have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.
âWanda,â I said.
She giggled. âI knew there was no point trying to trick you. But lucky you, now you get your prize.â
She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg. It was slow going, and it didnât settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.
I whined, squirming on the table. I was still holding someoneâs hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.
âPlease, Wanda,â I whined, bucking my hips.
She giggled again, but things started to get more focused. It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased. Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me. My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit. I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.
It started to feel like some kind of torture. I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge. âPlease. Please, Wanda. I need ⊠I needâŠâ
âYes, Elly?â she asked.
âI need to come,â I wailed.
A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table. It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.
When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.
âHoly shit, Wanda,â Natasha cursed. âThat was impressive.â
âTwo more left, El,â Steve said. âYou sure youâve got them in you?â
I nodded slowly. âThink so.â
Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs. It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steveâs playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs. His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit. There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didnât give it away. I really had no idea who was touching me.
I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes. Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular. That didnât exactly narrow it down either. And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.
âSteve?â I asked.
âYou sure about that, darlinâ?â Bucky asked.Â
âNo⊠but itâs my guess,â I moaned.
Some of the group started clapping. âWell done, thatâs all of you. How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?â Sam suggested.
I nodded emphatically. âPlease.â
Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt. I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.
I gasped and arched my back. As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast. The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.
âWhoâs fucking Clint?â I moaned.
âThatâd be me, honey,â Sam replied. âYou want to see?â
I nodded. âPlease.â
The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me. I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in. Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me. Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steveâs cock. Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clintâs shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me. The others were spaced around the table. Most just watching. Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.
Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm. Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely. But in the end, it wasnât either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wandaâs orgasm.
She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure. I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table. I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment. Wandaâs orgasm must have affected the others too. Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me. Samâs hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.
I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm. Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.
Thatâs how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood. âOkay. How about we clean up here and head downstairs? I think itâs time for a soak in the hot tub.âÂ
Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me. Â He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. âGood birthday?â he asked.
I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. âThe best.â
~ END ~
#marvel#avengers#steve rogers#bucky barnes#thor#bruce banner#clint barton#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#sam wilson#tony stark#avengers x oc#original character#ofc#fanfic#fanfiction#smut#avengers fanfiction#the tower
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Fluffmas #16
Title: Fluffmas #16
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!
Author: @sheerfreesia007â
Prompt: Christmas Shopping
Words: 550
Warnings:Â
Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien
Gif Credit: @falcvns
Bucky scowled deeply as he stood leaning against one of the many pillars in the large spacious mall. Shifting his shoulders back flush against the pillar, Bucky watched as the mall grew more and more packed with Christmas shoppers while he leant there with his arms crossed over his chest. He didnât understand why you needed to go to the mall the week before Christmas since you had already bought all of the gifts you needed for everyone on your list way back in November. But you had told him that you had found the perfect gift for one person on your list and needed to run to the mall to pick it up.
Bucky huffed softly as he watched everyone shuffle around the mall shoulder to shoulder as if they were cattle. The sooner you got the gifts you needed the better heâd feel to finally leave this suffocating place. Just then he spotted you exit the small boutique you had told him youâd be shopping in, he shifted to stand straight as he spotted you holding a few bags in each hand. You grinned at him from your spot and began to weave your way in and out of the crowd effortlessly as you made your way over to him.
Bucky stood there amazed as you cleanly moved through the crowd with your bags in tow. When you stood in front of him he gaped at you with a puzzled look on his face as his eyes darted from your face back to the store you had just left and then back to you. It was like you were smoke moving around the people still shopping.
âHow did you do that?â he asked softly as he eyed you critically now. You tilted your head to the side and looked up at him confused.
âDo what?â you asked curiously as a soft smile graced your face.
âMove through the crowd so easily.â he said as he stared at you with a raised eyebrow and you burst out into happy laughter.
âYears and years of shopping experience.â you tell him while still laughing. Bucky frowns at you softly before you take his hand and begin to guide him towards the crowd. âJust follow my lead.â you say to him over your shoulder and Bucky nods his head in acknowledgement before you move into the crowd. Bucky is amazed at how easily you navigate the crowd and are able to guide him through it without bumping into anyone. When the two of you had made it to the exit and stepped out into the bright sunlight Bucky stared at you with quiet amazement.
âYou sure youâre not some secret agent spy with a military background?â he asked with a soft smirk. You burst out in laughter again before slipping your arm around his.
âIf I was, I'm pretty sure you wouldâve found me out already Bucky.â you teased him gently with a grin on your face. âNow câmon letâs get home so I can wrap these gifts.â you told him and Bucky smiled as he began guiding you to his car, Christmas shopping with you wasnât half bad. If he had known better heâd probably go shopping with you more often just to see how effortlessly you moved through a crowd.
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he may be your husband who time-traveled to be with you, but do you have an entire section dedicated to your relationship in his exhibit in the Smithsonian museum?
#happy anniversary to captain america: the winter soldier#no hate towards peggy ofc sheâs my best girl#captain america#steve rogers#bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#the winter soldier#catws10#catws anniversary#catws#best friends since childhood#stucky#steve x bucky#winter soldier#sam wilson#peggy carter#agent carter#chris evans#sebastian stan#hayley atwell
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đ"Temporary Custody"
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky
Word Count: 2366
Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange
Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.
Trigger warnings: This story contains background/minor themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.
1. Lemon Cream Tart (with Pistachio Streusel)
âOh, baby, yes.â
Mary grunts, annoyed that this is still going on.
Her pleasure waned a while ago, nowhere close to orgasm, and she canât seem to get it back when sheâs being fucked this hard. Sheâs getting too dry now, just wants him to come and have it be over with.Â
âYeah,â she says breathily, canting her hips up against where the guyâDennis, she thinks it isâis fucking into her. Heâs going too fast, pulling out too far,and hardly connecting with her body at all before thrusting again. âJackrabbit sex,â she calls it in her head.
âShit, Ugh. Mâgonna cum,â MaybeDennis grunts.Â
Itâs nice to finally hear him talk. Heâs been virtually silent this entire time and Maryâs whined and squirmed and panted, wishing that the sex was better and that heâd just fucking say something to herâsomething low and quiet in her ear, something confident and knowing, maybe putting a hand on her neck at the same time as heâ
âFuck!â he shouts, close to her ear. His thrusts start to stutter, losing their rhythm as he gets close. Mary grips him harder, and moans loudly like sheâs getting close too. It makes him come, and she tenses her body and matches his sounds of relief with some of her own. Itâs performative and easy to fake, she doesnât overdo it, and she sounds convincing.
MaybeDennis groans and collapses against her, resting his sweaty forehead on her shoulder for a moment before pulling out. He flops over onto his back, chuckling tiredly and removing the condom. Mary watches him get up from the bed and pad into the bathroom. Heâs a good looking guy, with just a little too much fat in the midsection for her taste. But then, she knows sheâs overly picky, especially considering the state of her own body.
Beyond the open bathroom door, the toilet flushes, and MaybeDennis peeks his head out from the bathroom. âHey, you mind if I grab a shower before heading out?â
Mary resists the urge to grimace and smiles tightly instead. âNope. Go ahead.â Sheâs just grateful he isnât asking to spend the night. âTowels are in the closet.â
MaybeDennis smiles. âThanks.â
After he leaves, Mary gets her vibrator out of the bedside drawer and shoves the extra pillow between her legs, arranging the toy so that it sits against her just so. She doesnât think of MaybeDennis as she gets herself off. The orgasm feels good but leaves her feeling bereft afterwards. She scowls and wipes the tears from her eyes, feeling just a little pathetic.
Like most other nights, she gets up and goes to her apartmentâs little kitchen, grabs the vodka from the freezer and pours herself a glass mixed with diet soda. She winces in relief as the first sip goes down. Itâs eight oâclock now. She doesnât have to be up for work until seven, so that leaves at least another six hours to get drunk and have a nice relaxing evening in.Â
Itâs her favorite part of the day.
Buckyâs just left the gym after a really intense workout and is feeling pleasantly worn out and relaxed when he decides to try the new coffee shop on a whim. Heâs passed it by for months, and when he finally walks through the front doors heâs pleasantly surprised by the atmosphere. Thereâs a small dessert case next to the register, which he examines while he waits his turn in line. Itâs filled with colorful, glossy, artful little pastries that look almost too pretty to eatâalmost. He grins as he thinks about what Steve might want.
âWelcome to Angieâs, what can I get for you?â
The greeting sounds mechanical and anything but chipper, and Buckyâs attention shifts to the woman behind the register. He eyes her up and down, noticing both how pretty she is ⊠and how worn down she looks. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun and her eyes look red-rimmed. They have faint circles under them. Bucky offers her a sympathetic wince. âLate night?â
She blinks at him, unamused. âYeah, I guess. Do you know what you want?â
âThese pastries all look so good,â he says, trying again for friendly. âWhat would you recommend?â
âAny of âem. Theyâre all good.â
âAre you sure?â he teases.
âPretty sure, yeah,â she deadpans. âSince I make âem.â
Bucky looks back to her, impressed. âYeah?â He regards her nametag, sees the little handwritten âMary,â and thinks, aw, thatâs cute. He reins in his reaction. Leaning against the counter, he praises, âWell youâre very talented. They all look like little works of art.âÂ
(Theyâre priced that way, too. $8.99 for a shiny little dome thing? Jesus.)
Mary blushes and smiles a little, not seeming to know what to say to that. But she leans towards Bucky too, receptive to his compliments. Sheâs not making eye contact, which automatically gets Buckyâs instincts perking up. Not that he has any intention of taking this anywhere. Itâs just a little friendly banter, a woman reacting to him in a way thatâs naturally satisfying for Bucky. âThanks,â she says shyly.
âIâm still waiting on that recommendation, Mary,â he says, inserting a bit of flirtation into his tone. She makes eye contact at his use of her name, her lips parting just the barest bit and her pupils expanding. Bucky grins, leaning closer. âHm?â
âUh, the ⊠the lemon tart is very good,â she says. âIf you like lemon. Not too strong. I balance it out with cream and some pistachio streusel, and the meringue on top of course âŠâ
Now that sheâs closer and is talking more readily, Bucky catches the faintest whiff of alcohol coming off of her. He raises an eyebrow and looks at her more closely, noticing how thereâs a sheen to her eyes, how she doesnât look just tired, but unsteady; not just unkempt, but disheveled. He frowns. Is she ⊠is she drunk? âUm,â he hedges, pulling back to stand straighter. âAre you okay, Mary?â
She looks surprised at the question. She glances down to her nametag, then back up at him. âIâm ⊠fine,â she says. âJust tired.â
âYou kinda smell like booze,â he whispers, not wanting anyone else to hear. He gives her a searching look. âAre you hung over?â Her eyes widen in alarm and Bucky frowns, concerned. âAre you drunk?â
 âI told you that I had a late night,â she hisses. âNot that itâs any of your business.â
Bucky gives her a warning look for her tone, and the girl is immediately lowering her eyes. Hmm. Not many people are dominant or submissive the way that Bucky is. Itâs considered disordered, so he doesnât usually play around with testing people this way. But this girl has raised some of his telltale red flags, and heâs curious. âI wasnât trying to embarrass you, Honey,â he says gently. Then, inserting a careful amount of authority into his voice and watching how she reacts, he says, âNow: Iâd like an almond venti chai lattĂ© with stevia and cream, double-frothed, to-go. And why donât you be a good girl and grab me two of those lemon tarts as well? They look too tempting to resist.â Her eyes flick up to his, some strange mixture of outrage and obedience in them, and Bucky feels like he knows, then. She looks the way a woman looks when youâve just whispered something filthy in their ear. Bucky raises his eyebrow. âDid you get that, Mary?â
â... Yes,â she breathes, making something deeply innate in Bucky stir. She shakes herself out of her stupor and gets to work with a sharpie and venti-sized paper cup.
âBucky,â he tells her, as he taps his card to the terminal to pay. âThatâs the name you can write down.â Mary looks inordinately pleased at having been given his name (another clue). Bucky nods over to the other end of the counter. âIâll be waiting over there.â
âOkay,â she says, once again back to not meeting his eyes. She seems embarrassed at having been found out for being drunk at work. Maybe she expects Bucky to scold her. He wishes he could. Instead he goes down to where he said heâd wait, and makes up his mind to ask her about whether sheâs on the spectrum.
âHere you go,â she says as she hands over the cup several minutes later. âBuckyâ is written in neat, sharp letters on the paper sleeve. She pushes a little white box across the counter at him too. âAnd the tarts.â
Bucky takes them without comment, eyeing her up and down instead. âMary?â he says, because subs love hearing their names said aloud. Predictably, her eyes snap right up, alert and bright, like Buckyâs just dangled catnip in front of her nose. He offers her a kind look and delicately ventures, âHave you ever been assessed on the D/s spectrum, Honey?â
âWhat?â
âThe D/s spectrum?â he repeats, keeping his voice low because heâs still not trying to upset her. He can see the moment that her brain clicks over in recognition, because her irises flare and her face slackens in shock. âHey, hey, itâs okay,â Bucky reassures gently. âI donât mean any of this in a negative way. I just think you might be on the spectrum. Iâm familiar with the signs. And if youâve gone undiagnosed all this time ⊠well thatâd explain it if youâre struggling, you know.â
âIâm not ⊠Iâm not struggling,â she stammers.
Bucky gives her a look. âYou donât think so? When here you are, sleep deprived, drunk at work?âÂ
Embarrassment stains her cheeks within seconds. âHow dare you? I am not.â
âNot drunk? Or not submissive?âÂ
She blushes even harder, jaw working. âIâm not,â she repeats stubbornly.
âOh, Honey,â Bucky says, and he reaches for her hand before she can pull it back. He circles her wrist with his fingers, marveling at how tiny it is in his hand. He squeezesâand proceeds to watch her eyelids flutter like heâs touched someplace far more erogenous than her wrist. âI think you are,â he murmurs sadly.Â
It takes her a minute, but she gets angry again and yanks her hand away, scowling at him. âYouâre very rude,â she says. âYou canât just say stuff like that to people.â
âCanât I?â
Her lip quivers. She pushes the box further across the counter at him. âTake your stuff and leave.â
âYou donât have to be so defensive,â Bucky says. âItâs okay. Iâm diagnosed dominant, you know. I understand what itâs like.â
âWhat?â
He shrugs. âIâm just saying: Iâm not going to judge you. I think you should probably get some help, though. Itâs pretty progressive if you donât address it.â
âYou donât even know me!â she hisses, then looks around the shop nervously when she realizes sheâs gotten louder. Nobody seems to be paying attention to them, but she still looks back at Bucky with a furiously embarrassed expression. âYou're wrong. Iâm normal.â
Bucky knows that arguing with her isnât going to get him anywhere. Instead, he slips the paper sleeve off of his coffee cup and plucks the sharpie from the edge of Maryâs apron. She gasps at the boldness of it and he shoots her a wink. âItâs nothing to be ashamed of,â he says, as he jots down a number. He hands the sleeve back to her. âYou can call that number any time, if you wind up needing help.â
âOh my god, is this some sort of come-on?â She sneers. âNewsflash: Iâm not interested in you.â
Bucky nods placidly while imagining putting her over his knee. âNo, itâs not my number. Itâs a hotline you can call. To talk about this stuff. Itâs free and confidential, and itâs manned by people like you and me.â
She regards the cardboard sleeve like it might suddenly have more information written on it. âI donâtââ
âHere.â On a whim, he jots down his cell number as well, this time on the back of his receipt. He slides it over the counter at her but she doesnât take it. âThatâs my number,â he says. âIf you want it.â
âI donât need these. Iâm not some frigginâââ
He cuts her off from whatever undoubtedly prejudiced thing sheâs about to say. âIâll be back to give a thorough review of the tarts,â he tells her, taking the box and his coffee cup and stepping away. He heads for the door, satisfied that heâs done the right thing by this woman, even if his dominance is still urging him to do more. âYou should have a coffee, yourself,â he calls back over his shoulder. âHave two, evenâStrong ones.â
âI hate coffee.â
He hears her scoffing at him as he goes out the door. Sheâs right, he thinks: he doesnât know her. It was ballsy to talk to her the way that he did. To presume her situation from just a few reactions. He couldâve been wrong about her âŠÂ
Glancing back through the cafĂ©âs window from outside, he sees her making a drink at the espresso machine. There are no other customers waiting in line. Bucky watches as she takes a sip from it, winces in distaste, and takes another sip anyway. Sheâs obeying his command. She took it as a command. Bucky smiles sadly from out on the sidewalk. He wasnât wrong about her. Hopefully sheâll call the hotline, get started on the right path to fix whateverâs going wrong in her life. But even though Buckyâs a dom and thus a natural âfixer,â he canât solve every sad case he comes across. Especially when the person doesnât want to be helped. Heâs done all he can do, and thatâs going to have to be enough.
Shaking his head, he turns away and starts off for home, sipping at hisâexcellently madeâlattĂ©, and feeling grateful that he got help when he needed it, back when he was young. Heâs one of the lucky ones.Â
He puts Mary the drunk barista from his mind, thinking instead about how he needs to get home to shower and change into something nice. Heâs got a date with Steve, after all.
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Birthday Bash
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo
Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.
Word count: 2,513
Warnings: angst. swearing. fluff. donât hate me!
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Itâs been three months since Theo and Bucky got married and in those three months despite the rocky start, they had become closer than Bucky had ever been with a woman.
Heâs had girlfriends, friends with benefits and one night stands and though they hadnât made that step in their relationship yet Buckyâs never felt a connection like the one he had with Theo before. And truthfully it scared him a little.
The difference between the Theo they met three months prior to the Theo they knew now was huge. Donât get it wrong she was still timid, sometimes finding herself going in to corners of a room or sitting on the floors or keeping her head down. And then there were times where she felt comfortable around everyone, she laughed along with everyone, and like right now sheâs sat with Sam on the counter eating Oreoâs.
She had truly found herself being there.
Bucky stood by the archway watching the scene of Sam and Theo sitting there giggling like schoolgirls, he watches as Theoâs legs swing back and forth lightly listening to what Sam was telling her. The smile on his lips grew the longer he stared at her.
Bucky shared his thoughts, fears, secrets with Theo as they laid in bed at night when the rest of the world had gone to sleep. She opened up more about the suffering she went through, she told him about her dreams and hopes that she use to have when she was a child - it honestly broke his heart when she confessed that she didnât have those same dreams and hopes now.
And with the help from Wanda her reading had improved massively, now at night when Bucky struggled to find sleep he would ask her to read to him - mainly just to hear her voice more and to see the look of pure excitement that lit up her face.
âYouâve got an admirer over thereâ Bucky heard Sam quietly say to Theo whose attention turned from the Oreo that she had been struggling to get ahold of to Bucky still standing there.
âHiâ she whispered.
âHi pretty girlâ god he loved calling her that just so he could see her blush. Though he wasnât lying, to him she was hands down the prettiest woman he had ever laid eyes on.
âHi Bucky, I know Iâm so pretty arenât I?â Theo couldnât help but laugh at Samâs response, she laughs even more when Bucky replies with his middle finger in Samâs direction.
âAnyway, Theo something got dropped off for youâ Bucky handed over the white envelope, shrugging when both Theo and Sam give him a look of confusion.
Opening it she pulled out a card that read Happy Birthday. Bucky frowned as seeing the words upset that she knew his birthday and everyone elseâs but he didnât know hers. His and Samâs frown deepen when they see Theo frown as well. Inside it read.
***
Theodora,
Happy birthday.
From Michael & Eliza.
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The reason for why she was frowning was because this was the first birthday card that she had ever received.
âBaby?â
âHuh?â
âAre you okay?â
âYeah, yeah Iâm okayâ
âWhat does it say?â Theo hands him the card for him to read, it makes him angry with how plain and simple it is. âI didnât know itâs your birthdayâ
âI erm, I was never allowed to celebrate it s-so itâs just another dayâ she shrugs it off as if it was nothing truthfully thatâs how it was, it wasnât anything special to her father so it wasnât to her. Though she hated to admit that this simple card with hardly anything written inside meant a great deal to her. She was always jealous of watching from the corner of the living room as her fathers children would open their cards and presents on birthdays and at Christmas whilst she was the one that had to clear the destroyed wrapping paper.
Every year she was sure that there was more for her to clean than the year before.
âTheo-â
âItâs okay. Iâm going to go and find Wanda and Natâ Before Bucky could say anything Theo had jumped down off the counter and already out of the kitchen.
The two men share a look that says the same thing. Itâs time to celebrate her birthday.
Wanda receives a text from Bucky asking her and Nat to take Theo out for a few hours so he could get things ready. Wanda gasped when she found out it was Theoâs birthday. Knowing what Bucky was planning the two women who had grown extremely close to their friendâs wife decided to take her to dress shopping.
Whilst they were away Bucky already left to find the perfect gift for her. The other guys following so they could also get her something.
Store after store Bucky dragged his friends into trying to find the perfect gift for Theo, it was starting to stress him out until he came across the store that held something that he knew she would love and want.
âBuck?â
âGrab a trolley and get everything you can grab, all of youâ Bucky said already pushing his trolley down the isle.
The moment âAll Craftsâ came into view he knew he found the perfect gifts for her. Ever since Theo and Wanda went shopping for paints and were each learning how to draw Theo had became obsessed with painting. And she was amazing at it. Her paintings had now been hung up not only in their bedroom but in the living room and even his office.
He texted Wanda to ask to delay their trip and when she texted back saying that they were going to take Theo to the cinema to watch a comedy that they had wanted to see, Bucky smiled knowing that he had plenty of time to do what he wanted to do.
Six trollies full later Bucky left the guys apart from Steve to head into the Thrift store so he could see if the rug that had caught Theoâs eye when they went shopping was still there, and thankfully it was so Bucky brought that too. Soon enough him and the guys were heading home to get the plan in motion. On the second floor at the left end of the house sat an empty room, like Wandas library the room had large windows that not only let in natural light but also had the perfect view of the trees and the flower gardens.
It was the only room of the house she hadnât gone in since she had arrived at his their home.
Bucky, Steve, Sam, Thor, Clint and Vis worked tirelessly to make sure the shelves that had been stacked on the floor since he moved into the house up on the walls. Laying down the rug and placing two of the canvases on the two easels he got, they placed the remaining canvases against the walls whilst Sam and Thor built the storage unit that Bucky had laying around for all the paints and brushes to call home.
Steve looked around the room proud of what they had managed to do in the little time they had, though something was off. There was something missing. âBuck, Theo loves the plants that Wandas got in her library donât she?â
âYeah why?â
âHow about me and you head to where Wanda got hers from and get some?â
âYes! Shit, shit where did Wanda get them from?â
âI donât know, Iâll text herâ Steve does as he says and once he finds out he and Bucky leave the rest to finish off, not like they minded and headed to get the plants that Wanda suggested in her text.
âShit Steve their on their way backâ
âBuck⊠weâre literally pulling up nowâ
âI know, I know but-oh fuck what if she doesnât like it?â
âBucky sheâll love it Iâm sure of it, now help me get these plants outâ
Bucky replaces the large plant for the fifth time only finding himself putting it in the original place when the front door shut. Rushing out of the room he shuts the door ducking under the red ribboned bow that Clint had done.
All the guys lean against the railing looking down at the three women with a sneaky smile on their lips, which had the two red heads looking up squinting at them and Theo giving them a questioning glance. Bucky made his way down the stairs going straight to Theo, placing a kiss to her lips before telling her that he needed to give her birthday present to her, shushing her attempts at telling him that he didnât need to get anything for her, he took her hand in his and led her upstairs.
Turning the corner his heart thumping loudly against his rib cage terrified of her reaction to his gift to her. She frowned seeing the ribbon on the door, the expression deepening when he hands her over the scissors that Steve passes to him. âHere, I-I really hope that you like thisâ.
All the men wait with bated breath and the red heads wait in anticipation as Theo cut the red ribbon carefully hating that she was destroying something so pretty. Taking a glance back at Bucky who nods encouragingly, she wraps her hand around the brass swirl ball door handle turning it and pushing the white wooden door open.
The light gasp falling from her mouth had Bucky shifting from foot to foot, his heart aching as she turns to face him with tears glistening her eyes. âT-this-is this for me?â
âYes, do-do you like it?â
âJust for me?â All of them hating the way her voice sounded so small and unsure of if this was really just for her or not.
âYes baby itâs just for youâ moving closer to her he takes her hands in his, squeezing lightly. âDo you not like it?â
âI love it. Thank you Buckyâ
âYouâre welcome my love, I will admit though that the guys did help tooâ
âT-thank you guysâ they all smile at her and wave off her thanks as it honestly wasnât needed. âCa-can I go in?â
âOf course you canâ
Taking timid steps, keeping her hand wrapped around Buckyâs - tugging him behind her as she explored the room that was just for her, just like how Wanda had her own safe space she now had her own.
Buckyâs stomach began fluttering as her bright blue eyes continued to shine and grow with each item she looked at. âWe can get you a couch and a little table? And whatever else you wantâ
âReally? Thank you Bucky! T-this⊠you didnât have to do this but I love itâ
âYes I did! Iâm just sorry I didnât get you moreâ
âThis is the most Iâve ever receivedâ she smiled and squeezed his hand.
Wanda notices the way Buckyâs body tensed so decided to pull their attention from one another to her, all of them feeling bad that none of them had the chance to wrap their presents for her, she shook her head telling them that they didnât need to get her something which they tried to argue that they did.
Bucky and the guys stood in the foyer all dressed in suits waiting for the girls to retreat from getting dressed in Wandaâs bedroom. The guys couldnât help but chuckle at hearing the girls singing⊠very poorly. When the door finally opened Bucky thought his heart was going to stop beating when his eyes met Theoâs.
Dressed in dark green cinched waist flared dress with butterfly sleeves - she learned that they were called that by Wanda. The white chunky short heels detailed with pearl strap, though the heels werenât that big Wanda and Nat had to help her walk around the room trying to get use to them as she wasnât use to wearing heels.
Wanda had loosely curled Theoâs hair whilst Nat was trying to decide which clutch would fit her friendâs outfit.
Standing at the top of the stairs taking in a deep breath, giving Bucky a tight lipped smile before linking arms with both red heads flanking either side of her, they descended the stairs.
âYou⊠youâre so beautifulâ Bucky spoke softly reaching out to take Theoâs hand in his, placing his lips to the back of her hand.Â
âThank youâ she blushed at the attention of not only Bucky but from everyone there.
Arriving to the restaurant Bucky got out of the car first, opening the door for Theo he takes her hand in his. Being led to a private section by the hostess who had greeted them as soon as they got through the door, Theo sat next to Bucky with Wanda on her other side.
As they waited for their meal the conversation never died down, due to Theo shutting down when ever the conversation turned to her and her life the group began telling her stories of their lives and shared embarrassing stories about Bucky, much to his chagrin.
âTheo you should have seen his-â Samâs voice came to a halt when a shrill voice interrupted him.
âBucky? Oh my goodness, I havenât seen you since the wedding!â Bucky tensed the second he felt Theo stiffen next to him. âI-itâs me Lucyâ she reintroduces herself, heat raising in her cheeks out of embarrassment at having to do that.
âRightâ
âWhat are you doing here?â
âEnjoying a nice night out with my wife and family, so⊠go awayâ
Theoâs eyes widen at hearing the way Bucky spoke to Lucy, she just knew that she was going to be in trouble with her father when he heard about the way the man to her left spoke to Michaelâs favourite daughter. Her eyes moved cautiously back and forth between Bucky and Lucy as they stared each other down, the former looking unfazed and quite bored really.
Finally, with a huff and a stomp of her foot Lucy spins around and scurries out of the restaurant bumping into staff and customers on her way out.
âAre you okay?â Bucky turned his attention to Theo, watching as she nods with a smile he leaned in to kiss her.
As they left the restaurant after having such a wonderful night, full of laughter and conversations that flowed easily, the plan was to go to the ice cream shop just down the road that Wanda had suggested.
Bucky watched as Theo and Wanda walked slightly ahead arm in arm, smiling at how much different his wife had become from the woman they had all met months before.
It all happened in slow motion.
A sleek black car that none of them paid any attention to, began to slow down and before any of them had any chance to react they all heard five loud bangs one after the other.
As the car sped off with an ear painful screech Buckyâs heart stopped beating at hearing a scream.
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 205-206
A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. đ This week had me reading 40 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.
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Slow Deep Breaths - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Built Differently - A Hearts Embrace - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne
Evermore - Part 2 Chp 2 - (Ari x Reader, Andy x Reader) - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog
Finding Home (7) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Indecent Proposal - (4) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 8 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Your Mark On Me - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513
Taking hands - (Brock x Sinthea) - @nekoannie-chan
Teamwork? - (Steve, Brock) - @nekoannie-chan
Mercy: Chapter 1 - (Fem!Reader x Steve Rogers; Curtis Everett; Jake Jensen; Lloyd Hansen; Robert "Mr.Freezy" Pronge) - @stargazingfangirl18
Hold You Tight: Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
No escape - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Steve Vs. the Internet - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Gun for hire (4) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Set in Stone - (Pete x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Home Sweet Home Chp 5 - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow
I'm your daddy now (3) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Monkey See, Monkey Do â Chapter 16, Part 1 - (Colin S x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today
The Fine Print - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
DoppelgÀnger - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
All In - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Wrecked (Part 6) - (Frank C x Reader, Billy R x Reader) - @tuiccim
Fall for Me - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
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Home Sweet Home - Chp Six - (Brock/OFC) - @talia-rumlow
Falling in love - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Be myself - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Bring you back - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Hold You Tight: Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 16, Part 2 - (Colin S x Reader) - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today
The Shadows Within - (Hughie Campbell x reader) - @the-soulofdevil
Did I Make You Proud? - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival
The Day After - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
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Accident - (Lloyd x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Life in the Fast Lane - Part 10 - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger
Don't Like the Cold - (Curtis x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute
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