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matchamorphosis · 4 years

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂!

𝐼 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 | steve and bucky teach themselves a valuable lesson on kindness.

𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮 | hurt//comfort || angsty fluff

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 | caregiver AU! daddy!stucky × little![black//woc]reader

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 | 8.9K

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 | 18+ a bit nsfw, ddlg + cglt lifestyle, daddy kink, extremely bratty reader + jealous reader, this is angsty but fluff is promised!!! crying, veggie mac and cheese (sorry if you don’t like mac and cheese or like veggie mac and cheese! you can replace it with a comfort food of yours or anything you find really nasty that you don’t like in your comfort food!), feeling unworthy of love, blow job//face fucking mention, hints of anal, envy: do not compare yourself to others please you are wonderful || little glossary || natasha’s little: ruby roo; tony’s littles: blossom + candy + dolly; sam’s little: bambi; wanda and vision’s littles: teddy and taffy; bruces little: peach ~ DNI IF YOUR’E NOT 18+ ~

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 | go away by strawberry switchblade

𝔀. 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 | eeeh it’s here! gonna establish in this hc that most of the avengers (tony, sam, natasha, bruce, wanda and vision) have littles! ♡ i really might make a series based on this caregiver AU on the avengers but i hope you cherubs enjoy this! ♡

+ p.s || do not repost or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or plagiarize my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡

LONG STREAMS OF TEARS DRIP DOWN SLOWLY FROM YOUR LASHES

some have dried stickily yet fresh dew drops still drip down your peachy cheeks. it doesn’t help that they are encouraged with every second that passes when you stare into the bare white wallpapered corner.

you’re sitting on the very chair of shame

you never felt this way in a long time nor felt this way when being put on it. it’s usually for petty little things that ends you up in this case; either snapping back at daddy or papa at the dinner table, making a mess and refusing to clean it up, being rude to your playmates and the usual-

being the ungodly brat that you are

before being forced to sit twenty-thirty or even a whole hour on the tiny wooden pink chair bored you to an impossible extent. you would impatiently wait as you fawned over your cute ruffled socks or painted acrylics until the Little Twin Star timeout alarm rang. heart beating with fortune when the little pastel angels hit the bell with their tiny wands.

afterwards your daddies’ would walk right back into the kitchen. stopping the chiming timer as they knelt down on their knees to face you. their large warm hands rubbing calming circles on your shoulders and cupping your chin as they ask if you learned your lesson.

their shining turquoise eyes would shine with sympathy and tenderness but of course you’d respond that you had learned your lesson despite feeling bitter of the situation. wrapping your arms around your papa’s neck for comfort as your daddy pressed kisses on your face but that gratification felt so far away.

this time everything‘s different, everything’s ten times worse

glossy lips that were normally graced with a gleaming smile are now pulled into a devastating pout. a sorrowful perk that only reaches the quivering motion when you’re incredibly upset, eyes sore from your tears that continue to multiply despite you wiping them with the sleeve of your wrist. ass sore from the sharp spanks daddy imprinted on each of your cheeks and your nose stuffed from your excessive cries. all being heard but not being compensated.

a hiccup excludes your lips then a little broken sob after as your hands scrunch the pink tulle material of your sparkly tutu. head bowed down in your own little blue state, a little thunder cloud floats above and pours down its doleful rain upon you. heart going at a stumbling pace, you wish you could go back in time to fix what you did but it’s too late.

you had to face the consequences, even when you feel unlovable right now

the man who put you in the tiny time out chair stands a few feet behind you, taking in your staggering sobs, dripping tears and stifled sniffles. the soft lotion tissue box or the timeout comfort box as he and Bucky like to call it, is on the floor besides you but you don’t use it.

you aren’t grabbing the small teddy bear that you were allowed to touch and hold. not reading the small little book that he and Bucky made that held all the soft reminders you needed to hear. even if it was four pages it usually helped when you couldn’t stop crying. and you weren’t scribbling your emotions or feelings on the small sketch pad with the sparkly crayon of your favorite color.

you’re just hunched in your own sad world, deep within your thoughts and cascading emotions

it made Steven frown to himself behind the wide kitchen island, wiping the white marble down one last time. soaking the cleaning rag in some hot water at the empty faucet he is looking over his hard work. he swept and mopped the floor, did the dishes then put them away, cleaned the bar stools thoroughly and put away any leftovers that weren’t soiled from the floor away.

Steven is officially done tidying up the huge mess you made. with the exception of scolding you throughout the whole scrubbing and polishing process as well as having to spank you when you didn’t listen when he said to stay put in the time out chair. all because you were that stubborn to admit the wrong you’ve done and then was the wrong time for you to walk out on him.

this whole predicament is about to be solved but as of now, Steven doesn’t exactly know what to do

with Bucky on his way home Steven takes a staggering breath. scrunching his brows as his fingers rub the brink of his nose when the beginning or a head ache starts to present itself.

how is he going to explain everything to Bucky?

what happened today isn’t easy to explain and your outrageous rude behavior won’t just be upsetting to talk about but he can imagine the session of disappointment overtaking him again when bringing it up to Bucky. however at this moment, Steven is satisfied he got his clean kitchen back but annoyed it took him so long for him to finish.

irritated blue eyes dash from the cleaning supplies on the counters then to your hand printed ass underneath the barely there coverage of the fluffy tutu. the super soldier doesn’t know how he’s going to bring up your outburst today with Bucky nor is he going to handle the punishment his stern significant other is gonna dish out for their precious angel.

Steven strongly believes his discipline would be enough to please Bucky. the one hour and fifty minute timeout session you had to go through and the harsh thirty-five spankings seemed more than enough to Steven. although he does know he’s going to have to tell Bucky to go easy on you today, your bad behavior will not go by without an important talk and some sort of nonphysical punishment (he will convince Bucky of pursuing so) afterwards.

today it seemed you had enough and he did too, but by the end of the day Bucky had to agree to. it takes all of Steven’s willpower to not self sabotage the timer. attempt to make the remaining ten minutes cut down to ten seconds so he can wipe those tears away and cradle you in his arms. already feeling guilty about it all even when you were in major fault.

ask you why you acted the way you did and end the situation right then and there

of course he cannot do that (at least not right now) no matter how much it’ll benefit you and him. his angel has to come to terms with what she did and face the consequences of her actions. Steven is still shocked and disgusted with the behavior, attitude and offences you committed two hours ago.

putting away the cleaning supplies, he wished he could let you out of that corner but he and Bucky developed and sustained a strict discipline system. it took awhile for him to refrain from your sobs and cries when you had to with go through your punishments but Bucky insisted that you have to learn your lesson.

Steven looks at the timer again while filling your Pompompurin sippy cup with water and still sees that ten minutes remain. scoffing wondering why time can’t go by any faster, he wants you in his arms so he’ll take care of you cause he knows you’re hungry and tired. you barely ate breakfast because of how excited you were this morning and on top of that you didn’t take your nap. not to mention dehydrated from crying your eyes out for two hours straight-

his poor baby

as a result of all this he immediately begins prepping your extremely late lunch and early dinner. taking out your sectioned Disney princess plate, Steven settles your sandwich slices on the large quarter. skipping on your usual chip puffs to be placed in one of the smaller dividers he replaces the unhealthy snack with roasted vegetables. finishing it all with heating up some chicken noodle soup from a dinner nights before at the stove top to placing it in your bowl.

while doing the dishes the timer goes off but as Steven notices you don’t kick your feet together in relief like you usually do. instead you stay quiet and continue sniffing as if you don’t notice the sound of your freedom. finishing off the last dish Steven dries his hand with the hand towel at his hips and turns off the timer. approaching your hunched body sitting on the chair that continues to shed tears and sniffle.

hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer until they stop behind you. a large warm hand pats down on your head soothingly before it rests on your shoulder. “that’s enough time out. let’s get you ready for dinner angel.” your daddy’s voice soft and low but you restrict yourself from falling for it.

Steven’s hand is warm and inviting but you resist the urge to fall back against it. to allow him to help you up and wipe your tears and nose away with a tissue. allow him to take care of you. looking away from his attentive stare to glare down at your frilly white socks.

dirty from the mess you made, from the mess that you are

feeling dirty when you tried to storm out of the kitchen but you slipped on the food you purposely spilled and made a mess of your outfit. you feel dirty now being enveloped in it all, not seeming to find any reason to stop crying. cause not only is your outfit ruined but your knees are scarped with boo boos here and there from the fall and Steven didn’t even kiss them.

instead he gave you spankings because you didn’t listen to him to stay put in the stupid chair. not forgetting the vigorous spankings that still sting and burn uncomfortably as you shift your bum against the chair presently. he gave them to you, ordered you to thank him for them, then ordered you to sit your bratty ass back on the chair.

so now you won’t leave, even when he told you it was enough

Steven couldn’t feel the hurricane occurring inside your head but he knew he had to help you ease it, you didn’t deserve to go through this. you’re his precious angel, you made a mistake out the rage of your emotions and it can be forgivable.

“you did good angel pie. daddy’s so proud you took your punishment well. c’mon, let daddy take care of you angel-” attempting to take his hands in yours you snatch it back, cloudy red starlight eyes targeting his.

“no! go away!” you snap back, pulling away from him with a gritted sob filled with so much forced anger it makes Steven’s heart break.

getting on his knees he’s face to face with you know but you don’t eve stare back at him long enough for you to let out a whimper. the little helpless sound pulling at his heart strings.

“why not angel? don’t you want daddy to take care of you? daddy needs to take care of you angel pie-”

“i’m not your angel pie! go away and leave me alone,” you grit as you shoved him away. that’s right, you shoved him away.

“then who’s my angel pie? doll I only see one little girl in the world who’s my angel pie and she’s right in front of me. don’t tell daddy to go away, i’m staying right here.” Steven’s soft voice breaks into your head, interrupting your rushing thoughts.

one large hand continues to stroke your hair while the other cups the side of your face, lifting it up so you meet your gaze with his. your eyes shine with a cry, you want to hear him tell you he loves you. to wrap his arms around you and never let you go. to show you every bit of love and affection you’ve been deprived of the past two hours.

the love you’re questioning if you deserving of it

with that silent cry and the sad sparkle in your glassy hues it’s like Steven knows exactly what to do. wrapping your body up in his arms he pulls you towards him, sitting on the floor with you in his lap he softly whispers the three magical words that pull you out of the storm in your head. tenderly rocking you as he presses kisses to the crown of your head, your head resting in the crook of his head while his hands rub your back.

soft praises of daddy’s sorry and daddy loves you calms you down, makes the tears in your eye lessen and your punches and pushes to his chest settle down. fingers curl into the thick material of Stevens sweater, your tears and sobs slowly disappearing with each kiss your daddy gives you. all until they’re completely absent.

eyelids heavy you feel like with just another minute you’d fall asleep. “angel pie?” Steven’s voice breaks you away from your slumber.

humming in response you pull your head away from his neck to meet his soft eyes. “daddy had to punish you angel pie, but that doesn’t mean daddy doesn’t love you.” you nod your head along with his statement. needing this reminder as you lace your fingers with his and he gives you a tender squeeze.

lifting your hand to his lips he kisses your knuckles, “no matter how much you’re in trouble, daddy will always love you. no matter how angry daddy is, daddy will always love you. no matter how much your head tells you daddy doesn’t love you, daddy does love you. daddy will always love you angel pie.”

a slow smile spreads on your face, your eyes shining with the same sweet glow that could brighten the darkest corners of the galaxy. with another kiss to your temple Steven wraps his arms around you and carries you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and hands gripping his long sleeved biceps in correspondence.

face drying with tears tucked into the crook of his neck as your daddy walked you both to the bathroom so he could tidy you up before dinner and put you to sleep. settling you down on the porcelain countertop of the double faucets he dried your face with a warm wet cloth. patting over your close lid lashes, cooing at you telling how he hated you crying because your red eyes always tore him apart.

giving you your sailor duck plushie to occupy yourself as he wrapped your hair up gently. happy it didn’t get dirty from your slip earlier Steven ran the water for your bath. “would you like a bubble bath munchkin?” Steven rang and your eyes dashed from the plushed duckies bill to your daddy with your favorite bubble bath in hand.

“yes daddy, thank you.” Steven replied with an of course doll before pouring the silky pale pink liquid into the steaming water. hugging the plushie closer to your chest, your hands holding onto the ducks wing you notice Steven isn’t pulling out your woven basket of bath toys.

“may I please have my rubber fishies and duckies daddy? please?” your soft voice picks up Stevens ears and he sighs. “no angel pie. no toys today, remember you got in trouble this afternoon. i’ve forgiven you but you still have to learn your lesson and deal with the aftermath of your actions. daddy’s spoiling you a bit with the bubble bath but no toys,” you frown at that.

daddy always gave you your toys when you asked but you suppose it was stretch asking at the moment. his attention on you now, Steven helps you strip from your dirty clothes then disregard them to the wooden woven laundry basket until your bare and ready to slip into the bath.

feeling the warmth of the water surround your body when you step in. the bubbly pink surface rests just below your collarbones and you feel a peaceful string of merriment flutter inside you. rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Steven gets straight to work on helping you scrub your body.

pink body sponges in both your hands, you get to work scrubbing off the dry food on your legs as your daddy helps rub and exfoliate your shoulders and back. taking time with cleaning you up until you weren’t sticky and dirty as before Steven unplugged the bath and rinsed your body off once more with warm water.

wrapping your body up with your fluffy Cinnamoroll towel Steven guided you to your separate bedroom and got out a pair of your silk pajamas and your strawberry body lotion.

“are you tired angel?” Steven softly spoke and you nodded your head as he began to pat your towel down onto your skin. “we can’t go ni ni now, angel pie. we have to eat dinner and we have to talk. don’t get too sleepy little one,” his low voice soften before applying the sweet fruity lotion over your curves.

he’s gentle and swift to dress you afterwards and allows you to handle your hair at your vanity when he left your room to arrange your dinner. doing so you step away from your vanity and night time hair products to slip into your fuzzy slippers, walking out of your room until you step into the kitchen. much cleaner then it originally was previously as you actually pay close attention, you see Steven heating up a small pot of soup at the stovetop.

taking your place at one of the barstools that has a plate of food already set for you, you don’t take a bite of your sandwich or vegetables. until Steven sits by you with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup and spoon in his hands. settling it down near your plate he kisses your temple and sits next to you, encouraging you to take your first bites and eat while he eats from his bowl.

“angel pie?”

“yes daddy?” you spoke after slurping a noddle from your soup.

leaning into his touch as Steven cups your cheek with his large palm, thumb rubbing tenderly along your cheekbone. “I need you to tell me why you did what you did this afternoon. I don’t want any lies or excuses, I just want the truth.” a frown deepening your at your lips, you feel your eyes watering as you look down on your plate. “i’m gonna have to tell papa when he comes home on what you did munckin. please tell daddy why you did it so I can tell papa and he’ll understand.”

the frown still stands, you know papa was the one who dished out the more physical punishments and they all left you not wanting to stir trouble if he were to be at the receiving end teaching you a lesson. your mind flashes back to the morning of today, the very beginning of your bad day that eventually had gotten worse through the hours.

it all started just after breakfast, the weekends (specifically Sundays) where laundry days and we’re such a hassle to complete in just a day.

by all means you changed out of your clothes twice- three times through a single day and the amount of socks, skirts, and sweaters of yours in the washer and dryer loads were the majority. after cleaning up your dishes you and papa thought it would be best to fold the cloths and get the loads over with.

chores where always such a hassle in this house. Steven would always complain how messy your playroom was and would scold Bucky why you and him had to make everything a game even when it was something basic and simple as folding and putting away clean laundry.

however he didn’t scold you two when Bucky blasted the Led Zeppelin on the boombox. you and your papa liked spending time together and were planning on spending every second since he was being sent away for a mission in another country in a few days. so getting the chores out of the way, you and him could plan the activities until he left for his mission.

from outlining your days with fun activities between you and him. the topic of lunch interested you both and he proposed afterwards when finished with chores and spending time with you in your playroom coloring and such you both would make mac and cheese. a classic comfort food for you both and it set such a good tune to your optimistic whistle that you were in a rush to get the laundry done and out of the way.

the music of the rock band playing in the background, he occasionally tackled you with tickles on your belly and kisses all over your face. your giggles, playful screams and laughs being heard by Steven downstairs as he tidied up the living area, he smiled to himself.

thankful that he’s living a happy life with both his lovers, the house telephone interrupts his thoughts and he retrieves it. voice going stern as he answered the call and noticing it’s Tony in major need of Bucky assistance with a few assignments for his upcoming mission.

interrupting the session of laughs and giggles when Steven entered the room asking for Bucky to answer the phone. you, not thinking much about it just figure he’s on the phone with auntie Wanda or uncle Sam. Steven quickly filling in Bucky’s spot when he was on the phone, you and Steven manage to put away most of your clothes that belonged in your closet away on hangers.

dancing along to the metal guitar while Steven folded some stuff in your drawers your attention shifted to Bucky when he entered the room. “who were you on the phone with papa?” you perk as you hang up your pairs of jeans. not noticing Bucky’s deep frown and troubled gaze as he looks over to Steven, he takes a breath knowing how this is going to end.

twirling your figure around to meet Bucky, he thought you looked absolutely adorable in your fluffy pink tutu dancing along with the metal rock. “I was talking to Uncle Tony,” that comment has your dancing coming to a stop, knowing where this is going to lead. “there are some things papa has to clear up at the office before my mission next week-”

“what are you saying papa?” your voice broke. it shredded Bucky’s heart to pieces when the sparkle in your eyes was replaced with a chance of tears and a tremble of your lips. “it means papa has to go to the office and sort things out angel pie,” your glare is the only response to that, obviously it isn’t aimed at any of your caregivers but at the floor.

arms crossed over your chest you don’t listen when Steven or Bucky call your name. your frustrated glare not leaving the space of polished wood between your frilly socked feet. “I thought we were gonna have special time today! your gonna be gone in a few days and today is gonna go to waste if you go back to work!” your wail pierces through both Steven and Bucky’s hearts and Bucky picks you up and rocks you in his arms to ease your cries.

“no, no little one. papa’s just going to be gone for just an hour or two. that’s it munckin! i’ll be home before you and daddy finish up cleaning up,”

“how amazing,” Steven mutters and Bucky simply throws a glare at him. rocking you still in his arms. your hands gripping on his metal arm and fleshed bicep his wife beater displayed, your cries and sniffles lessening with each kiss he presses to your crown. “everything is okay angel pie. you have daddy here with you, remember?”

his metal hand wrapping around your chin to lift your head up to meet his gaze. nodding your head, you smile to Steven who softly smiles back while wiping a tear away with his thumb. “you and daddy can spend time together until I come home and when I walk through the door we’ll immediately get started on the mac and cheese! how about that?”

nodding you head enthusiastically you smile a big bright grin, Bucky and Steven smile back and coo at you. getting straight to work on putting your clothes away in the closet and drawers. hearing papa getting himself ready to go out to the tower you also hear him and daddy talking in the background. although you don’t make much of it as you fold pajamas, tank tops and sleeping shorts.

the subject of their conversation you will later on find out long after Bucky left with a kiss to both you and Steven. you and daddy finished putting away your clothes, panties and socks, organizing them accordingly like a good girl. afterwards with a light showering of praises and kisses from Steven he and you camp out on the living room floor.

a large Care Bears blanket smelling fresh of fabric softener covering a quarter of the expansive carpet of the siting area. you and daddy gathered your stuffies for the evening and watched The Carebears Movie, maybe get a nap in. although not halfway through the movie did you and Steven hear a knock on the door that you stood up with a squeal.

dropping your squishmallow that was nestled in your arms down and raced out of the living room and into the hall heading towards the door. Steven at your tail keeping up with you (you’re fast for a little one), he didn’t look reassured one bit on Bucky’s plan on helping to fill his absence since he thought that Steven would be enough.

hell you think it’s Bucky behind the door when it unfortunately isn’t

but Steven hopes and prays that his boyfriend’s plan works, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as peaks into the peep hole. sticking to his side as he undid the locks, your daddy opens the door to reveal- auntie Natasha and Ruby Roo?

your confused face made itself clear when she and your daddy hugged, a large thermal bag in one of her arms and Ruby’s hand in the other she smiles down to you. “hello [y/n]! how are you today angel pie?” the red head exclaims. a soft sparkle in her eyes is comforting but you were hoping for your daddy that it stung something in you.

not answering, all you do is look up to your daddy, “what are they doing here?” you mutter but Steven only smiles that ‘behave’ smile before laughing it off. “that isn’t how we greet our guests little one. say hello to auntie Nat and Ruby Roo,” he spoke and you catch up on the memo when his hand roughly gripes your ass.

“hello auntie Nattie!” you kindly spoke in your sweetest tone before giving the assassin slash caregiver a tight hug and she laughs in response. “hello Ruby,” turning your head to the little dressed in her Winnie the Pooh overalls, she gave you a shy wave back before staring down on her shoes.

Steven requested that you and Ruby Roo go to your playroom and play as he and auntie Natasha started lunch. the very mention of such set a fire that was beginning to break out of you, you weren’t in any mood to interact with anyone. you didn’t even feel like having and entertaining guests because today was suppose to be between you and papa and no one else.

as you stood in the hallway the led to the kitchen with that irritated glare on your face Steven faked a cough and gave you that smile again.

trust me, when I tell you this-

if you weren’t in fear of misbehaving you’d simply walk away from all three of them to your room. where you’d do something else more deserving of your time to pass by, like camp out underneath your cherry printed covers crying for your papa’s absence. however, the glare of Stevens blue hues tripled their icy fire and instead of popping your over-chewed bubblegum at him you grabbed Ruby Roo’s hand.

guiding the petite and soft rounded little upstairs with a hmph, Ruby did her best to catch up and not trip on the steps. auntie Nat smiled and laughed at how kind you were to wanna immediately spend time with Ruby but she clearly didn’t see what Steven could see.

the grown up conversations between her and Steven fade to the back as you walk up the stairs to your playroom. which now led to you and Ruby coloring at your arts and crafts table. partaking in no light or big conversations as swift fingers and busy hands exchanged crayons and other coloring tools.

your glare focused on the paper underneath your hands, making a drawing for papa when he’d come home and save you from all of them. it was the only thing keeping you from ripping it to shreds, you’ve managed to calm yourself down as you felt your anger almost bubble over. counting your crayons until the roughness of you voice came back to your normal tone and whispered the colors as your breathing soothed.

anything to make you feel that papa was here with you, calming you down with him

“are you okay?” Ruby asked, a little meekness in her voice that worried her if she did something to upset you.

“no Roo, i’m not okay. i’m sad and mad and tired. papa was suppose to spend the day with me but he had to leave for work. i’m scared we won’t have any time left before he leaves for his mission. it’s the last moments that I cling on when he goes away because I don’t know if he- he’ll-” your fret deepens until it wobbles.

tears dripping down from your butterfly lashes but you still proceed to color with shaky hands and you’re shocked to find Ruby lending you a tissue. looking up at her figure, her little piglet backpack open on her lap, she places the tissue box on the crafts table. “thank you,” you murmur before taking it to dry your eyes and blow your nose.

“my mommy leaves for a mission next week to. she and your papa are gonna be working together but that’s days away! mommy is making sure to schedule me on lots of playdates when she’s away. a-and I really was hoping we could spend more time together,” her soft whispery voice broke and you simply nod.

you could reply back, you want to reply back but you were in no mood to do so. although the nonverbal gesture of just nodding your head was enough to make Ruby widely smile. hugging her Eeyore stuffie close to her abdomen, happy and thrilled that you agreed as she colored.

as usual when it came to Ruby Roo, the shy and quite nature of her actions and words was slowly disappearing as time went on. slowly engaging in conversations with you instead of nodding and shaking her head. two of you complimented each other on your outfits, she on your tutu as you did on her embroidery overalls and the tiny flower clips in her braids.

nice and quite for you to calm yourself over your thoughts on your papa, although the silence is ended when Steven and auntie Nat enter the room as they laugh on about whatever didn’t concern the littles. picking each of their littles up and taking them to the kitchen to eat their lunch, all you do is frown and huff. looking down on your drawing, you were so lose to finishing it and Steven can sense what’s upsetting you within a blink.

“you can finish your drawing after lunch munckin.”

you roll your eyes and turn your head away, “not hungry.” you grunt and Steven shakes his head at your lie.

“yes you are angel. eat lunch and then you finish your drawing.” but he can still feel your unsatisfaction and displeasement as he walks down the steps holding you close till his lips brush against your ears. “it’s just for today munchkin, okay? be good for daddy please. make me happy,” Steven whispered in your ears and you dropped the frown.

not wanting to disappoint him, you quickly dropped the attitude as he settles you on your seat next to Ruby. “spit it out,”

maybe with some food in you, you’ll calm down. Steven thought as he poured you a plate of macaroni and cheese after demanding you to spit out your gum in his tissue palm. which you did with a pout, but it didn’t add any excitement even when they were serving you your favorite comfort food

well, aunt Natasha’s mac and cheese.

Steven didn’t think much of the food, you wanted to eat mac and cheese today and Natasha brought hers over. what harm will it do that it wasn’t made by Bucky?

oh how wrong he was

when he placed the plate in front of you, the hunger for food that was sparkling in your eyes dimmed out when you saw the pasta. rings of red and orange bell peppers mixed with the curly pasta; bits of onion in the sauce that wasn’t the exact cheesy color as you and Bucky would make it and there were- cauliflower and broccoli florets in it?!

your face scrunched in disgust. glaring down on the plate when you notice it isn’t the one you usually use. looking over at Ruby Roo, who was happily eating from her plate, taking large bites of the sweet peppers and broccoli- you notice she has your plate! the one with your favorite Disney princess surrounded by water color flowers on it and your mouth opens to say something but nothing comes out of it.

“what kind of juice box do you want sweet things? we have strawberry kiwi, grape, fruit punch and cranberry apple,” Natasha spoke as she opened the refrigerator.

“can I please have fruit punch mommy,” Ruby Roo asked and therefore she received, “here you go bun bun. what about you angel? what kind would you like?”

“fruit punch to please,” you spoke nonchantelly, forking your food but not planning on actually eating it. Natasha searched the fridge but came up short to nothing even when you were praying that magically there would be another, “sorry sweetheart there isn’t anymore. what other flavor would you like? I know you really like cranberry!”

you just nod and take the cranberry apple juice box from her, trying your hardest to suppress your frown. you’ve known there was only one fruit punch juice box. you’ve been saving that fruit punch one for your lunch date with papa. not have Ruby Roo take it from you while she ate her nasty mac and cheese out of your plate.

glaring down at your food, Steven settled besides you and rested a large warm hand on your thigh. giving you a squeeze to encourage you to eat, your lips twist in opening up your lips for the incoming fork. taking one tiny bite of the elbow macaroni with no traces of vegetables in your mouth, you thought you would tolerate it but your tase buds told you otherwise.

trying your best not to gag on it when the sauce didn’t taste right on your tongue, you force yourself to swallow and eat the macaroni only. Steven noticed that you’ve pushed all your vegetable to the side, nitpicking as you sneer when you find some in the pasta shell.

“angel pie look at Ruby Roo eating her vegetables! vegetables are good for you, they make you healthy and your body strong and brain smart. I mean wasn’t it just last week that she made that huge popsicle stick castle? incredibly impressive, angel pie still needs my help stacking a house of cards,” Steven laughed and you wanted to put your face in your hands then sink in your seat.

did he just call you dumb?

you couldn’t help but not stare duly at your plate as he kept talking about all the big and small things Ruby has done that you have yet to do or didn’t want to do. all while still holding your thigh that you were wielding every bit of self control not to swat away. looking over to Natasha nodding along, waiting to respond after swallowing the food in her mouth and washed it with a glass of wine.

“it was amazing, I was so proud of her that day. mommy loves her smart bon bon,” Ruby Roo just smiled and ate, giggling every once in a while from the attention. biting your lip, you simply just continued to push your vegetables away and kept quite. didn’t plan nor prepare yourself that you’d be compared to someone else to add onto the list of potential tears.

as much as you liked Ruby Roo and how much you adored your playdates, it tore you apart how you were always being compared to her. during sleepovers, precisely around dinner she would always eat her vegetables first before eating anything else. your daddy would praise her on every little thing she did that was considered normal or too difficult in your eyes.

Papa even adding onto the attention and admiration when she asked for seconds on her veggies and your daddies would praise her to no end. saying how no one in this house asked for seconds on vegetables, clearly aiming the comment towards you. it did strive you to do better, but it didn’t always work out.

‘cause even when you ate your veggies and pointed it out they didn’t have the same spark in there eyes. even when you made your tiny playdough statues you didn’t get the same optimistic comments. and even when you strived to do something that would grab their attention and admiration they didn’t give you a second look. not nearly as much attention as Ruby or your other friends received.

it wasn’t helping that these thoughts were running through your mind as you nibbled on the elbow pasta. not helping at all when Daddy and aunt Natasha talked about planning more playdates when she and Bucky would be gone. clearing out the necessities while scheduling the little dates between you and Ruby Roo. some with Peach, Bambi, Taffy, and Teddy but more sleepovers with you and the smart bon bon.

but what upset you was that they were already talking as if Papa was already gone and Steven was still talking about that damn popsicle castle. mixing in the steaming brew of wrecking emotions tearing and wrecking havoc in your heart and clouding your head- it was all enough to make you slam the shiny fork down on the plate.

the loud clank! alarming both adults as you got up from your seat. free of Stevens hand on your thigh, you take stand up and take your dish with you. “i’m not hungry anymore,” the words are awfully quiet but all three people eating at the marble island can hear them.

“you barely touched your food angel,” you don’t listen in as you walk away to the faucet. not withstanding the unpleasant air that suffocated your chest and twisted your vocal chords roughly in your throat. “i’m not hungry,” you spoke in the most calmest voice that you can muster but there were cracks here and there.

“yes you are angel. you didn’t eat enough breakfast and you’ve only been snacking on gum the whole day. sit down and finish your plate. Ruby is already on her second plate-” you couldn’t understand the emotions that were bubbling up inside you but every word that left your daddy’s mouth made you want to cry and scream in defiance.

no more, you couldn’t take anymore of it.

“no,” you snapped, it was loud, pungent and prolonged. “I said i’m not hungry anymore. I can’t force myself to eat this shit.” you grumbled that last sentence but Steven’s super soldier earing caught onto it when Natasha and Ruby didn’t.

“excuse me Tasha I have to handle this. i’m sorry angel, what did you say? I don’t listen to babies who mutter, speak up,” Steven spoke standing up in front of his seat but you weren’t gonna embarrass yourself in front of Ruby and Aunt Tasha. no matter how much your wishing for them to just go away it seemed the only problem you have at this moment is with your daddy.

now if you think about it, it’s always been Steven. making you feel down, trying desperately every single day to try and impress him to only get no where but a step lower from where you once where. keeping you up at night, wondering if he truly did love you for you and not buying into a fake persona of you that fit his ideals.

throat burning and tears swelling up with searing tears, you dig your nails in your palms. staring up at the tall man, you never felt this mad and upset with anyone in your life until now. your mouth opens to say the incoming words but no one is prepared to handle them. not Steven, not Aunt Natasha, and certainly not Ruby Roo.

“I wish you weren’t my daddy,”

BAM!

the plate of barely touched food that was once in your hand shattered to the floor. a chore of gasps from your guests sounding off as you grabbed another one from the gleaming pile on the counter shining in the bulb chandeliers above. soon, with your raging frustration on why its always you who has to be at the receiving end of heartache all the shiny glass plates shattered amongst the polished wooden tiles.

face sticky with hot tears, a sob excludes your lips and Natasha cautiously speaks your name but you don’t listen. raising your chin up to meet Steven’s glance, that icy blue that normally presents itself when he’s pissed at you is absent. making your skin crawl that you can’t distinguish anything in them.

no disappointment, no frustration, no anguish, no pitiful, nothing. but how simple those next words of his were that made you feel all three.

“sometimes I wish for that to,”

it wasn’t right on Stevens part to say such as thing, especially when he really didn’t mean it at all but it was too late. you’ve already grabbed the pot of food that was resting at the stove top, the incoming action the very cause of the kitchen soon spiraling into chaos. when you placed the pot above your head Steven’s wide eye state and steps towards you were a warning but it was already a loss when you threw it.

BAM!

it flew above his head and landed right on the island where your guests were witnessing your breakdown. the shattering of glass proceeding at wine glasses broke, plates of food fell to the floor, wine bottles smashed and the pot rolling from the impact of the island to the other side of the kitchen. food everywhere, wine dripping onto the barstools and island.

the kitchen was quiet of the sound of breaking glass and bangs of stainless steel but Ruby’s cries were heard and they weren’t coming to a halt. it made you step away from the scene at the mess, the chaos that you created as you turned your head to Natasha and Steven trying to calm Ruby down.

“Nat i’m so sorry-”

“no Steven- I don’t wanna talk about this. we’re going home. Roo come on lets go get your coat.” she was still whimpering about her overalls ruined, the fruit punch juice box soaking them through as she followed her caregiver out of the kitchen as Steven tried to calm the situation.

leaving you alone to process the upcoming words from your daddy: “I swear she’s an angel. I don’t know what’s gotten into her today,” as he and Natasha said there goodbyes, there bicker that had ceased to good terms coming to a stop.

as the door closed, your heart plummeted as Steven stepped back into the kitchen. coming to face you and you never felt more scared and worried for yourself in your life when he made his way to your sitting figure in the corner.

“I know what I did was wrong. I could have hurt myself and others because I didn’t process my emotions but I was just so frustrated. you know how much i’ve been compared to others throughout my life and you know how much that past still hurts me but you just kept reminding me over and over again that I was still unworthy. and even when I felt most vulnerable because Bucky’s leaving soon you just pushed it and I tried to keep it all bottled up but I couldn’t. because no matter how much I try to impress you or do things that would make you proud of me I never can meet up to your standards.”

the kitchen now is quiet for only your sniffles are heard, tears dropping down into your empty soup bowl. slipping out of little space much early as you and Steven talked about the events of today, it was much easier for you to speak up about your thoughts this way.

“and it doesn’t help that you proved my assumptions, even when I didn’t want to believe them. that you didn’t really love me, you told me your truth and I don’t wanna burden you anymore-” your words are shaky as your hands, breaking the last sentence into a sob as you push yourself away from the seat.

planning on walking away from your problems he just holds your hand and despite your tears holding onto the pitch dark thoughts you allow him to pull you close to him. resting your head on his shoulders as the tears fall, fingers curling in the material of his sleeve. “I didn’t mean what I said, never in any lifetime would I mean it angel. I never knew how much i’ve been hurting you till now, sometimes I don’t even know why we didn’t connect well but it was me who was blind. i’ll never make you feel that way again angel pie. you have my word, never.”

you and Steven stay like that, your head on his shoulders until your sniffs stopped and your heartbeats thumped together in sync. until you fall asleep in his arms, he carried you upstairs and settled you in bed under the warmth of your covers. kissing you goodnight as he brings your favorite stuffed animal to be placed under your arm close to you.

“daddy loves you angel pie,” he whispers, turning off your lamp and switching on your nightlight he slowly walks out your room and closes the door halfway. allowing the golden light of the hallway to slip inside your room, he walks downstairs into the kitchen to clean up after dinner.

hearing the front door open and the loud shout of Bucky happily shouting “i’m home!” Steven sighs at that, wiping his wet hands dry with a dish cloth he starts prepping some coffee.

Bucky soothed down when it came to any conversation as long as he was sipping on coffee. it cooled down his nerves but Bucky now is wondering why he isn’t hearing his little angels footsteps running through the hallway or down the stairs to jump in his arms like she usually does. turning his head to the clock he sees it isn’t your naptime nor is it your bedtime but he thinks you’re still upstairs and didn’t hear him.

dropping the keys in the glovebox at the bureau, the super soldier continues walking until he sees Steven’s figure in the kitchen working on the coffee machine. he sniffs the air, the smell of bleach, Clorox and Lysol hitting his nose strong, “damn Steven, did you and our little angel do some spring cleaning when I was out?” Bucky laughed but his boyfriend doesn’t smile back.

wrapping his arms around Stevens waist, he pulls him the blond back until his back presses against Bucky’s chest. pressing a soft kiss to his Stevens clean shaven cheek, “how was work dear?” Steven murmured, heart racing in his chest, wondering if Natasha spoke to him about the events of today.

finishing prepping the machine and turning it on Steven turns but only to meet Bucky’s lips to his. sweet and sensual but with the bite to the blonds bottom lip and the wandering metal hands as his belt Steven pulls away. normally he wouldn’t but the subject of today was more important to discuss, Bucky would kill him if he didn’t bring up this matter because eventually he would find out. even if Steven didn’t tell him, Bucky had a magical way of finding things like that.

“it was fine. could beat Tony up once up in a while, he fucking owes me for this- but i’m more than fine with beating something else,” Bucky whispered and the metal of Steven’s belt buckle was unlatched and so was his lips. Bucky swirling his tongue with his as a result, moaning as the belt fell onto the floor and the zipper of his pants unwinding afterwards.

Steven couldn’t deny that he was hard but the thought of your outburst and his own fault for it all clouded his head but damn did Bucky look so fucking hot on his knees in front of him. hands at his thighs, outlining his boner bulging in a tent Steven panted and threw his head back. “Buck? I-I gotta tell you something,” Steven choked as he swallowed in a quick breath but Bucky just chuckles.

“honey i’m pretty sure we can ‘bout that later. i’m busy right now,” Bucky smirks as he starts to take pull Steven’s pants down, practically salivating at the sight and taste of his cock but the incoming words snap Bucky out of his trance.

“angel got in trouble today Buck!” it makes the bulky brunette below halt his actions quick, his eyes dropping from the floor to the blond above. looking at him with that stare and scrunched brow if he was fucking joking around but Steven was shaking his head no, his face dawned with some sort of emotion which didn’t mean good.

“what did you do now Steven?”

two mugs of coffee in front of them but they’re untouched, probably cold from the time that went by. from Steven explaining the situation and your disposition, a soft quiet fills the kitchen as they hear the chirp of crickets and birds outside. the sleek black of night filling in the darkening kitchen by the time Steven explained everything.

“I cannot believe you. why didn’t you call me? I could have helped her calm down, none of this would have happened.” Bucky scolds and Steven only but dodges the glare that’s aimed at him.

“I didn’t mean it all to happen, you think I wanted all this? I just wanted to find a solution on my own but I didn’t know that the problem was the way that I treated her and talked about her. i’m the problem.”

Bucky sighed, staring down at the polished marble then the ceramic green of his untouched coffee. “it isn’t your fault Steve. I didn’t know that I was treating her awfully either. she did tell us or hint to it but we just didn’t listen. the fault is on both of us,” he whispered, rubbing his forehead with his palm.

“i’m skipping on that talk that I warned her of. we gotta make it up to her, any ideas?” Bucky’s silence is the only response, they both promised their little one that they would only make her feel loved and safe. not hurt her and remind her of the pain she was trying to get over and forget.

but miraculously, a light bulb shines above the crown of Bucky’s head as he pulls his hair away from his face. a smile gleaming as he remembered how much you’ve been talking about going to Build-a-Bear, “I have an idea,”

those untouched coffee mugs are left abandoned on the kitchen island as Bucky and Steven go to your room. the long haired brunette peaking his head through the crack too see you sound asleep in your bed, tucked away in some happy dreamland he hopes. slipping inside the room, Steven stands by the doorframe as he watches Bucky kiss your temple.

whispering all the right and sweet things Steven couldn’t bring himself to think of, Bucky was so good at what he did for you and Steven was still struggling to learn but he will do better.

anything for their precious angel pie

as Steven and Bucky get ready for bed, they talk on their plans as they brushed their teeth and wore their pajamas. from waking you up early with your favorite breakfast to dressing you up in your favorite outfit. taking you to the small shop in the mall that you’ve been nonstop talking about, let you buy as many stuffed bears and animals as your heart desires.

slipping under their covers to, Steven wrapped his large arms around Bucky and kissed his neck, “do you wanna finish what you started,” he whispered as he bite on Bucky’s earlobe, pulling it a bit but Bucky just scoffed.

“go to sleep punk,”

Steve huffed and slipped under the covers but Bucky just grinned, kissing Steven goodnight as they slipped fast asleep. thrilled to treat their angel right tomorrow as they slipped to sleep in each others grasps.

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Uptown Boy – [Oneshot]

40s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You've always played into the idea that you were nothing more than an airheaded, selfish socialite, it was easier than facing the rejection of who you truly were. Still, you were never able to fool your loyal driver, Bucky. No, Bucky Barnes saw right through you, and somehow he adored you anyway.

Warnings: lots of smut! reader is a bit of a mess, she's rude af lmao. there is a scene where somebody attempts to assault her, but it is not very vivid and they are stopped. the reader has a name, but it's written as a reader insert. she's described as being steve's half sister, but they are not blood related at all, and i wrote her as a woc, but there are no overt descriptions of her. i think that's all.

Notes: This is another of my old oneshots! This was a direct counterpart to my series Uptown Girl, which was about socialite!bucky, but you don't need to read it to read this.

story below the cut because it starts with smut lol

“Keep going, that’s it, that’s it… holy shit…” You grin wickedly despite your heaving chest and breathlessness. You have a vice grip on Bucky’s shoulders, his rough hands holding your hips just as tight as you bounce on his lap.

The space is small and cramped, but it wasn’t as if you’d never done it before. Your dress is gathered at your waist, out of the way, but pulled open at the front to expose your chest. He always did like to see your body, the very few times you allowed it.

“You feel so good Lilah, so fuckin—” you cut him off with your lips, his mindless sex babble always grated on you a little.

Not really, but it was easier to say that than admit anything else.

“Come on Barnes, fuck me good and proper, like you promised,” You whine, knowing full well he’s putty in your hands. Your own fingers swirl over the bundle of nerves just above where you’re connected, and really, with all the unbecoming grunting sounds he makes, you’re so close.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a fuckin vixen… I’ll fuck you good and proper like you deserve? Little brat,” You half scoff, half-laugh. He always got a little mean when he realised your games but that was just fine by you.

“You gonna teach me a lesson, Daddy?” You pout, gasping when your jaw is grabbed harshly, and yanked forward. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you hard, his cock slowing to give you long strokes that push your limits and you finally come apart around him, your spine arching as your release is pulled from you, around you in soft little waves.

Bucky pulls out of you, and you scoot back to watch as he only palms himself twice before he's cupping his hand over the head, trying to minimise the mess of his cum spurting out. You swallow at the sight but begin fixing yourself before he can recover.

“For the record. I don’t think that’s even half of what you deserve,” His voice, deep and rough, sends a shiver down your spine despite yourself and you look up at him, smirking and raising your brow.

“Oh? Not enough spanking? Maybe next time you should bend me over and—”

“I mean the back of the car. If I had it my way you’d have a bed,” The sureness with which he speaks makes your heart thump but you push it away.

This was only fun. It didn’t mean anything. He knew it as well as you.

You grab your purse and quickly check your hair and makeup, powdering your face and fixing your lipstick.

“I have to go.”

“I know.”

“I’ll see you later.”

“Will you?” You look up at him, smiling lazily at you and you bristle.

“Not with that attitude you won’t. Fix it first, driver,” It’s snarky, needlessly so, but it soothes over whatever soft feeling arises at the look he gives you.

“Have a good evening, Miss Langley.” You scoff and push open the car door.

You suppose the attitude is to be expected. It’s what you get for fucking your driver, some fella not nearly as high on the social ring as you. But maybe that’s why you liked doing it, he was rough, not afraid to grab you, to push you around a little… and maybe you liked that more than you’ll admit.

You fix your hair one last time as you step up along the gravel driveway toward the main house. Your parent’s butler opens the door for you as you near, and you give him a small, genuine smile.

“Stan. Good to see you well.”

“And you Miss Langley! It’s been too long!”

“I don’t like to leave the city, you know me,”

The older gentleman takes your coat you'd only just put on and your gloves, and you give him one last friendly smile.

“You go sit down, I know my way.”

“Thank you, Miss Langley, Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Stan.”

You turn back to the main foyer and roll your eyes at the laughter you can already hear coming from the drawing-room. You steel yourself and take a breath, before moving forward.

“Ah! If it isn’t my darling daughter! Gentlemen, let me introduce her!” You stand still as your Father approaches you, hand gliding over your back as he ushers you further into the room. You hadn’t been aware your parents had invited anybody but you.

“My youngest child, Delilah Langley. You might have seen her exploits in some of those gossip magazines–”

“–But I wouldn’t believe a word!” your mother adds sharply from the couch, and you look back to the men in front of you.

“Of course not. I’ve never swum in a chiffon dress. It's strictly silk or nothing,” your father bristles and coughs, but the gentlemen laugh kindly.

“Delilah, this is Mr Reginald Gorman and his son, Andrew Gorman,”

“A pleasure,” you shake their hands politely. Andrew is around your age, handsome enough but not really your type. Not nearly rough enough, with his perfectly combed hair and pristine suit. Your mother stands then, clasping her gloved hands together, her rings clinking against one another.

“Delilah, why don’t we powder our noses?” you want to roll your eyes, but instead, you smile politely at the two men.

“If you would excuse me,” you let your mother hook your arm around her as she leads you off to the nearest powder room.

The moment you’re alone, you take the time to pull out your lipstick, reapplying it once again and looking yourself over in the mirror.

“You need to pull yourself together,” your mother says, and you do roll your eyes this time.

“You smell like filth, like—like sex,”

You fix her with a bored look.

“That’s because I just let my driver fuck me in the backseat of my car. He’s very good at it, you see.”

She looks scandalised and glares harshly.

“That isn’t even funny. Don’t say stupid things,” she hisses, pulling perfume from one of the draws in the counter, and spritzing it over you.

“What did I do to deserve a daughter like…”

You stop speaking and you glower.

“The Gorman’s are well connected and they would be an excellent partner for your father to have in the business,” she says then, and you frown.

“Okay...”

“Andrew is your age. He’s handsome and—”

“You aren’t seriously trying to set me up, are you?!”

“Why not?”

You stare at her incredulously before she huffs and shakes her head.

“Delilah, you need to get over yourself. All you have to do in this life is to marry well, whatever you want to do on the side is up to you. You’re such a selfish girl, you’d have everything you’d want!”

“Oh, except for a loving marriage, excuse me!” you seeth, you can’t even believe she was suggesting this.

“What year is it?! 1789?!” you continue.

“Look who you were born into, look at the family you have and that of those around you. You don’t get to make those choices,” your mother scolds and you know just from her tone she’s not going to listen. Whatever you have to say she’ll ignore.

“Fix your hair and when you come back out, I expect a different attitude,” she breezes past you and you glare at her in the mirror and when the door shuts, you glare at your own reflection and the fact you’d told Bucky the same thing ten minutes ago.

All your life no matter what you did, the grades you got, how smart you were, nothing ever mattered to your parents aside from the way you looked and presented. Your brother was kind, he knew his parents ignored your education in favour of his, and he’d try to stand up for you, but he had his own issues. You don’t blame him for leaving the country the moment he could.

You played into who they wanted you to be. A socialite they wanted, a socialite they got. You partied too hard, flirted with every man in a ten-foot radius. It was fun, if you were honest, being the smartest person in the room at any given moment, playing them all for fools while you got what you wanted.

But it was biting you in the ass now.

It was too late to change your direction, you were a little past the normal age women settled down, it was now or never really. But you don’t know Andrew Gorman, and if you did know him, you doubted he’d be any different from every other rich boy with a rich father who lived off of their money.

You quickly fix your hair, making it a little messier even, and make your way back to the dining room.

You flirt heavily, almost too much with Andrew, your mother glaring at you across the table.

When dinner is over and the small group retire to the drawing-room once more, you excuse yourself to the bathroom but instead glide out of the home.

Bucky is waiting for you, opening the door and you don’t acknowledge him beyond a nod, sliding into the backseat.

The drive home is quiet. You’re lost in your thoughts.

You’d flirted with Andrew, but you hadn’t really paid him much mind. He was boring, a banker. Ugh. And your parents wanted you to marry him.

You imagine it, being married to him, having boring sex, living in a boring house, boring children. You half want to vomit.

You arrive home quickly, and you step out before Bucky can get the door, ignoring him as he calls a goodnight after you. You bathe and change and you’re halfway through brushing your hair when there’s a tapping on your window.

You ignore it, only looking up in the mirror as you go about pinning your hair back from your face and wiping your lipstick off. The window jiggles and then pops open, and you quickly look away, focusing on your own reflection as Bucky steps through the window, his foot landing on your bed briefly before he steps down, turns and closes the glass again.

“How many times do I need to tell you not to step on my bed with those disgusting boots?!” you huff, and finally, meet his eye in the mirror.

“Come off it, Lilah. What’s gotten into you tonight?” Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. You bristle at his concerned frown and finish wiping your face.

“You know I never like spending time with ‘The Langley’s’,”

Bucky shakes his head.

“No, it’s more than that. You’re upset.”

Again, you bristle, because he had absolutely no right to know you that well.

“It’s nothing.”

“Is it nothing? Or is it nothing that you want me to worry about?” he challenges, and God, you hate him sometimes.

You stand, letting your nightgown fall open, fully aware you hadn’t put pyjamas on yet.

“Both,” you purr, stepping to him, letting your hand slide over his chest. His eyes follow you and you know you’ve got him distracted enough that he’ll stop asking about your business. You push on his chest and he stumbles back, catches himself on the edge of your bed and you pounce, following him down.

You sink to your knees in front of him, fingers tugging at his pants already, the buttons coming apart fast and you’re pulling his cock from the confines of his briefs.

“Jesus, sweetheart…” Bucky breaths above you, his hands trailing over your shoulders and up to your hair as you lean over him.

Your lips settle around him quickly, and you know it's probably not a good thing, but you always loved the rebellious thrill you felt when you were fucking somebody.

It felt wrong, and that felt right.

You bob your head quickly, swirling your tongue over and under him, listening to his gasps and grunts of approval, your core tingling whenever his hands tighten and pull on your hair.

“God, you’re so good at that, baby, keep going, all the way….. Fuck!”

You genuinely preen at the praise, push yourself until you feel him hit the back of your throat and you hold there for a moment before pulling back completely, gasping and breathing hard. Bucky groans, watching you, one hand still in your hair, and the other moving to take himself in hand.

“Here, sweetheart lemme see…”

You open your mouth, still breathing hard and lick around his head, the velvety skin hot and throbbing under your lips and you watch him watching you.

“Fuck, you’re so good, hmm? So good, darlin’...”

You sink over him again and keep his eye contact. His free hand pushes your gown open, down your shoulders and he reaches forward, palming a breast with a groan. He pinches a nipple tightly and you whine around his cock.

“Yeah, do that sweetheart, fuck, make some noise for me,”

You do as asked, really the only time you obey anybody when they tell you what to do. You moan around him, helped by the fact he keeps pinching your nipple, and you can tell now with how he twitches that he’s close.

“God, you’re so pretty like this, so pretty when you ain’t talking back. Should just put my cock in your mouth next time you mouth off, mhmm?”

You whine at the thought of him pushing you to your knees, his length heavy in your mouth. You whine at the fact you have him between your lips now.

“Would you like that? Bet you would, filthy little brat,” he always gets more talkative the closer he is and you fucking love it. His hands tighten in your hair, pulling and you moan as he comes, the back of your throat coated in hot white and you swallow around him, relishing in the feel. You pull back a little and suck on the head of his cock until he’s jerking back from you, half a chuckle out his lips already.

“Fuckin’ hell…”

You pout up at him, watching as he recovers, and duck under his slightly softening length, lips wrapping around one of his balls and you suck lightly, wanting more from him, but he’s pushing you away again.

“You’re gonna need to give me a second, christ,”

You scrunch your nose and sit back.

With your small rebellion completed and the past five minutes committed to memory, you don’t feel much like any more tonight.

You hum and pull your nightgown closed again as you stand.

“I have an early morning,” you say, turning away from him and moving to your bathroom. Bucky shifts and watches you, blinking.

“Oh… I thought…”

“Not tonight. You got what you came for, now I need to sleep,” you can’t see him from where you stand at your sink, and for some reason, you feel nervous.

Bucky frowns a little, but tucks his cock back into his briefs, pulling his pants up and buttoning them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then, Miss Langley.”

You don’t reply, can’t bring yourself with how quietly dejected he sounds.

It was only fun. It didn’t mean anything. You both knew it.

You hear your window open and close and when you finally exit your bathroom, you lock it, turning out your light, and wishing he’d fought you on staying.

“Is Catherine really wearing Chanel with those Balenciaga’s?!”

You turn to look over your shoulder, to a table some ways away and stifle a snort.

“You know how much she likes to remind people how rich daddy is,”

“Regardless of class.”

You chuckle at that, and lean back in your seat, sipping your champagne.

Another day, another breakfast luncheon.

“Have you seen that Andrew Gorman, Delilah?”

You turn back to Renee, rolling your eyes.

“He’s here? Christ, my mother’s relentless,” you down the rest of your glass.

“Wait, your mother? Is she trying to set you up with Andrew?!”

Your other friend, Susie leans forwards, and you roll your eyes again.

“Trying. She thinks she can just tell me who to marry and that’s that.”

Renee and Susie exchange looks and you frown.

“What?”

“Well, why wouldn’t you want to marry him?”

“What?”

“He’s handsome—”

“—rich—”

“—What more do you need?”

You stare at the two in front of you before leaning forwards and grasping the champagne bottle by the neck, pouring yourself another glass.

“Perhaps love? Is that so foolish?”

“Oh come on Delilah, when have you ever wanted love?!” Renee laughs and you notice for the first time what an ugly sound it is.

“Perhaps when it comes to marriage?” you shoot back. A hand comes to rest over yours.

“All a good marriage requires is money and a blind eye,” Susie says matter-of-factly and you glare.

“Oh, yes, because being forced to spend your days with someone you despise, while a lover sneaks around truly fathering your children is much better,” you hiss, and she bristles, smoothing down her dress.

“There is absolutely no pro—”

“—shut up, Susie,” you snap. You were hardly in the mood anymore.

You have no idea why you spend your time with either of the women, they were so shallow and conceited and—

Well, you suppose you are too. If it walks like a duck…

But you know you aren’t. Not really.

Well, maybe a little.

But you were more than that. You knew business, you’d studied with your brother, not officially, but he’d lend you his books, encourage you in your learning. You weren’t dumb, regardless of popular belief, and regardless of how much you encouraged it.

Once upon a time, you’d dreamed of going to Paris, studying fashion, perhaps opening your own boutique, but after your brother had left the States, your parents had insisted you stay.

You don’t want to marry Andrew. You don’t want to be a trophy wife with a string of children who all look suspiciously like your driver.

You quickly finish your glass, standing abruptly and grabbing your purse.

“Where are you—?”

“—I’ve had my fill of bourgeoisie for today,” you turn up your nose at the two women, even as they gasp in offence, and take your leave.

You exit the hotel ballroom without much flair, breezing past several older society ladies who scoff at you as you go.

In the lobby, you spy Bucky sitting on one of the couches, newspaper in hand. He looks up as you step past him, double-taking before he hurries to stand, folding the paper and rushing after you, getting the door before you reach it, but only just.

“They run dry already, Miss Langley?” he asks, following you down the steps of the hotel.

“Not everything is about drinking and dancing,”

“Well, no, it isn’t. But it’s usually a pretty good guess when it comes to you.”

You shoot him a deep glare, but don’t reply as you both wait for your car to be brought around.

“Home, Ma’am?” Bucky asks, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“My father's building,” you correct him.

“His… The Langley Holdings building?”

“Is that not what I just said?” you know you’re being snappy, and truly he doesn’t deserve your ire, but why must you explain yourself to everyone?!

Bucky raises a brow, but nods and you stare out the window as the city begins to move slowly by.

You arrive in good time, it was still near midday and if you were lucky, your father won’t have finished his lunch hour yet.

“Shall I wait?”

“You know I love it when you wait on me,” you smile slyly at Bucky as you pass him, your hand briefly playing against his lapel and he snorts as he closes the door.

“Don’t I know it.”

Being your father’s daughter means the moment you step into the building, you’re escorted wherever you want without question. You ride the elevator quietly as it takes you all the way up to the twentieth floor, and when the doors roll open, you step out without waiting for your escort.

“I can show myself, George,” you dismiss the man with a wave of your hand and continue past the receptionist who sputters at you as you push through the large mahogany doors of your father’s office. You close them behind you.

“Delilah? What are you doing here?” Your father grins brightly from behind his desk, standing as you move forward.

“I want a job,” you tell him, your voice steady and your hands clasped in front of you. Your father’s brow raises high and he fixes you with a highly amused look.

“A job?! Why on earth would you want a job?!”

“Because I believe I could be a valuable asset. You know I’m not dumb, you’re always telling me in your lectures. I don’t want to—”

“—Delilah, I’m not going to give you a job.”

Your mouth shuts with the firmness in his tone and you blink. You weren’t used to being told ‘no’ from anyone.

“Think of all that stress and time…” he moves around his desk to wrap an arm around your shoulder, and you frown up at his condescending demeanour.

“All you need to worry about is making it work with Andrew Gorm—”

“Oh for god’s sake!” You tear away from him, throwing your hands up in the air.

“You can’t just— Tell me who I’m going to marry!” you explode, and your father’s face turns furious, he raises a finger to point at you.

“I can and I will if you want to live off of my money!”

Your mouth shuts again, and you stare at him incredulously for a moment.

“You’re not going to continue to laze about on my dime. You can either marry Gorman or you’ll be cut off. That is final—”

You don’t stay to listen to anything else he might say, storming out of his office as fast as you’d come. You manage to keep a straight face all the way down to the lobby, right until you climb back into your car, slamming the door as hard as you can, making Bucky jump.

“Drive.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere! Jesus, just drive! It’s your damn job!” you yell, and immediately feel awful. It wasn’t Bucky’s fault.

God, why were you always so awful to him.

He blinks but you feel the car pull away. You sink into the corner of your seat, unable to stop yourself as you begin to sob into your fist. You slouch down and try to curl yourself up as small as possible.

This was your own fault really.

You’d spent so many years playing into the idea that you really were as dumb as everyone thought, and now you weren’t so sure it really was all an act. Nobody truly smart would limit their own options like you had.

You really were nothing but a selfish, spoiled, little rich girl. No real education, no prospects, just your father’s money. and stupid Andrew Gorman.

You don’t hide your crying as well as you hoped you might, because after a few minutes you feel the car pull to a stop. In your misery and self loathing, you’re about to snap at Bucky to drive again, but before you can, he’s climbing out of his seat and into the back with a slammed door.

You sob more, realising even after how terribly you treated him, he was going to try to comfort you. You don’t deserve it.

You’re engulfed in warmth, the comfort only another body can offer and you don’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as you cry.

Bucky doesn’t seem to mind that you’re crying all over him, which makes you cry more, he just adjusts his hold on you, arms soothingly running up and down your back as you weep.

“Shh, it’s alright Li, I’ve got you, let it out, sweetheart…”

You want him to hate you, for how mean you are to him, but he can’t even do that with how good he is.

“What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”

You can only shake your head, any words you have dying into a sobbed babble.

“I’m s-sorry… I-I’m sorry,” you snivel after a while and Bucky pulls back, looking down at you in both genuine sympathy and shock. His eyes soften after a moment though and he cups your face, wiping away your tears.

“Now I know something’s really wrong…” he says quietly, a tiny smile playing on his lips.

“When my unapologetic little brat apologises to me…”

You can’t help but snort, trying to make it sound like a scoff but you fail, and he smiles wider, having made you smile.

He removes his hand from your face and you whine quietly, only for it to return a moment later when he pulls his handkerchief from his jacket pocket, wiping your eyes.

“You’re alright, Lilah. Whatever it is. You’re the smartest, most capable dame I know. You’ll get through, Sweetheart.”

You nod, wanting him to ask you what is wrong, but he doesn’t, having learnt his lesson from last night, and it’s nothing you don’t deserve.

Bucky holds you for a while longer, before driving you home, and you spend the rest of your day ruminating in your room, thinking over your options.

Your mother, ambitious as she is on your behalf, arranges a date for you and Andrew Gorman, and thanks to her knowing you’d never agree otherwise, you don’t realise until you’re standing getting into the car.

Gorman has only smiled sheepishly at your barely contained surprise, and before you could even get back out again, he’d raised his hands in surrender.

“Please, Miss Langley, hear me out! I just want to take you out once, I promise you, you’ll change your mind.”

You’d only huffed, and raised an eyebrow. You highly doubted that.

He had surprised you somewhat when you’d exited the car sometime later only to find yourself all the way out in Coney Island, standing in front of Luna Park.

“An amusement park?” You ask dryly. Andrew straightens his coat jacket and smiles in the way only somebody who had a reason to do so could.

“I might have heard you think bankers are boring,” he says, offering an arm to you.

“I do. They are,” you reply, eyeing him gingerly before looping your hand through his elbow.

“Let me show you I’m not,” he smiles boyishly again and when he looks away, you roll your eyes.

It was as if he’d made a list of places that would make him seem relaxed and carefree, and yet while in line you spy him scrunching you his nose at the sight of screaming children and families.

Andrew pays for your tickets and you move around the park slowly, every so often offering comments on an attraction, or food that looked positively middle-class.

You’ve narrowly escaped an attempt to persuade you onto the Ferris wheel, and you’re looking around you for a place that might sell you something with an alcohol content above that on the breath of the food tenders as they exhale over their wares, but you see none.

What you do see, however, makes your skin crawl.

Bucky, dressed not in his usual black suit, but in shades of brown and white, his sleeves rolled up slightly, and his jacket slung over his arm. This alone wouldn’t upset you, it was his day off after all, except that he’s handing his jacket and hat to a pretty girl, winking at her as he does so, and further pushing up his sleeves as he grasps the hammer of the game they’re stood in front of.

A date?

Bucky was on a date?!

Jealousy overcomes you and you have the urge to run over and slap the girl across the cheeks. And then him. Twice.

How dare he?

Well, because he wasn’t yours, that’s how, the rational part of your brain argues, and you seeth.

Andrew directs you to a place to sit and eat, and you spy Bucky and his date moving to another restaurant seating area nearby too. He leaves the girl with a smile as he moves over to inspect the food options and your eyes quickly snap to your own date.

“Would you excuse me for a moment?”

“Oh, sure! I’ll watch the table.” Gorman says, looking around for a waiter, and you roll your eyes again. You disappear into the crowd easily, following Bucky until you spy him nearing a stall nearer to the edge of the rows of food stalls and tents.

By the time you’ve cornered him behind a tent, pulling him by the hand and shirt, he’s blinking in surprise at you.

“Lila—”

You cut him off with a kiss, a reminder more than anything, and for a moment he relaxes, kissing you back. You spin a hand around the nape of his neck, flicking your tongue across his own before you pull away just slightly.

“Does she kiss you like this? I bet not,” you scoff, dragging him back to you and for one more blissful second his mouth slots perfectly against yours.

That ends when he suddenly pulls away from you, stepping away, glaring down at you.

“What?” he spits. You coo, purring as you step forward into his space again, dragging your hand over his chest.

“Your date,” you say, jerking in surprise when Bucky takes your hand and pushes it off him, stepping back again.

“What is wrong with you?” he demands, and you feel the words slice through your stomach, spinning it around in confusion and embarrassment.

“What?”

“You can’t just— Delilah, what I do on my own time is up to me. You’ve made it perfectly clear that us— what we do, is just fun. That’s all. You can’t— you can’t insert yourself wherever you want!” Bucky seethes. You blink at his angry words, though you can tell he’s restraining himself, like he’s explaining to a disobedient child, and it makes you even more annoyed.

“‘Insert’ myself?!” you repeat, ready to chew his ear off, but your words die in your throat when he raises a hand to quiet you, shaking his head.

“Go home, Miss Langley.”

Bucky leaves you open-mouthed in the spaces behind the tents. Your anger at his scolding helps you not to cry, and you straighten your dress, fix your hair briefly, before stepping back out into the crowds.

Fine. If he didn’t want you, you’d find someone who did.

Then he’d be sorry.

You sights set on Andrew as you saunter back to the table, and you briefly catch sight of Bucky, his gaze following you for just a moment until you sit back down and you know he’s seen Andrew now.

Good. Serves him right.

You lay it on thick. You don’t even feel bad about it, because Andrew seemed more than happy for you to hang at his side as you walked, laughing girlishly at his bad jokes. You flirt terribly, all your inner turmoil disappearing slightly every time the man blushes just slightly. But it always comes back again, so you keep going.

You stay out with him all day, longer than you’d intended to, and when the park finally begins quietening down, you make your way back to the car.

“I’m glad you had a good time,” Andrew says, and you laugh.

“Eventually, at least.”

“Have I changed your mind?” he asks, opening the car door for you, and you turn to him, humming in a faux deep thought.

“I’m not sure yet,” you reply. Really, you didn’t want to give the guy the entirely wrong idea. You had no plans on seeing him again.

“Oh? I should try harder then.”

You almost smile at the words, but it’s cut off when he grabs your face, pressing his lips to yours clumsily.

At first you’re in shock, not quite knowing what’s happening, but it doesn’t last long, and you’re pushing him away as best you can.

“Andrew! Get off me!” you scold. Some men just needed to be set on the right track forcibly. Andrew’s brows raise, but he doesn’t let you go, his hands now sliding down to hold your body to him.

“You seemed so interested earlier, touching me, smiling, laughing… come on sweetheart, don’t leave a fella hanging…”

You gasp, struggling again when he’s kissing you once more, but his hold on you this time is too strong for you to push away.

Still, you squirm as much as you can, trying to rip your mouth from his, and when you do for half a second you scream.

“Help!—” you’re drowned out by his hand slapping over your mouth and you’re shoved back into the side of the car.

“Shut up, and get in!” Andrew growls, already pushing you down.

You kick at him, try to scratch him with your nails, but you’re blindsided by a powerful thwack to your cheek, your vision spinning for a moment as pain blooms in your jaw.

Anger, fury overcomes you then, and you kick out even harder at the man trying to crowd you, his hands gathering up the bottom of your skirts.

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!”

“Such a filthy mouth, we’ll have to do something about that,” Andrew chuckles. A pit opens in your stomach then as his hand latches onto the front of your dress, ripping it open and you can’t help it, you cry.

“Stop it, Andrew! Please! Get off—” you choke out, scared of how pathetic you sound to your own ears. However, before Andrew can get his hands on you further, he is suddenly yanked back, away from the car.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” a familiar voice growls, and you push yourself up, covering your chest, watching with wide eyes as Bucky steps between you and Andrew, his shoulders squared, his face the most furious you’d ever seen it.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding, pal, my wife is just being diffic—”

“She’s not your wife,” Bucky cuts him off, and Andrew bristles and seethes, looking him up and down then.

“I’m warning you buddy, get lost now,” Andrew attempts to threaten, but Bucky only steps even closer, finger prodding harshly into the other man’s chest.

“No, I’m warning you; you ever even think about touching her again, and they won’t even know where to start looking for your body,” Bucky hisses, his voice dangerous, and you’re briefly reminded of why exactly you’d hired him. Andrew’s face flashes with fear, and you see him swallow. You finally gather yourself enough to clamber to your feet, holding your torn dress together.

“You got that, kid?” Bucky’s still threatening, still crowding the other man’s space when you stumble forward to grasp his arm, tugging slightly.

“Bucky, please, can we go?” you sniffle, relieved when he wraps turns from Andrew and immediately throws his arm around your shoulder, however he doesn’t break his eye contact with Andrew for another moment or so, until he’s guiding you away from the car.

You’re shaking involuntarily still sniffling when suddenly Bucky freezes, and he looks down at you, searching you over.

“Are you alright?! I heard someone scream, I didn’t— I didn’t realise it was you until I saw him…”

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself as the evening chill sets in on top of your shaken nerves and ripped dress.

“Aw Jesus, what the fuck…” he laments, looking you over again, taking in your torn dress and you shrug.

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” you deflect, but his eyes only darken. Before he can say anything however, a shout from nearby makes you both look up.

“Bucky?! Buck what happened?!” A young girl, the same one from earlier you realise, runs over. You can’t help but bristle as she nears and Bucky steps away from you and toward her.

“Becca, pass me my jacket, her dress got ripped up.”

The girl, Becca, holds out the brown coat as she nears, and Bucky quickly takes it from her, turning back to you and wrapping it around your shoulders, fussing with it for a few moments like a mother hen.

You pull your arms through the sleeves and adjust it to cover you properly.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, eyeing them both as the girl comes to stand next to Bucky, and he places a hand on her back.

“Lilah, this is my sister, Rebecca,” he tells you, eyeing you knowingly.

You blink.

Sister?

You didn’t know he had a sister! You’d thought she was his date!

You feel utterly foolish for your display earlier, but try to not let it show as Becca smiles obliviously, and more importantly, kindly at you.

“Oh, I know who you are, my brother talks about you—” she’s cut off by Bucky nudging her, and you look between the siblings for a moment before clearing your throat.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Becca… I’m– I’m sorry for ruining your evening,” you sigh, wiping your face and she rushes forward, making you jump when she takes your hands in her own, as if you’d known her for years.

“Of course not! We heard your crying, I’m just glad Bucky found you!”

“As am I…” you sigh, looking down at yourself before you straighten.

“Well, I will walk back to the main office and ask somebody to call me a cab—”

“Like hell, you will,” Bucky says, receiving a nudge of his own from Becca.

“I’ll take you home. Come on.”

You aren’t given much room for argument, not when Becca wraps her arms through yours and pulls you along.

“I have to drop Becca home first, or Ma will hide me for making her miss dinner, but then we’ll be on our way,” Bucky tells you once you’re settled in the car, looking at you in the rearview mirror. You only nod silently, and he frowns.

As the Island meets the mainland, and you begin driving through Brooklyn, you find yourself mesmerised with the sights you’re met with.

You’d never really been to Brooklyn before, not these parts anyway, and as the houses get older, the clear level of wealth does as well.

Bucky lived here? Your family paid him well, you don’t know what exactly, but it wasn’t like you couldn’t afford to, so why was his family home in such an area of town?

You pull up at last to a house tucked next five to identical homes, all of them in various states of disrepair. The paint was slightly chipped, and you spy a rip in the flywire as you’re led up the steps, Becca having convinced you both to come inside first.

“Ma! We’re home!” Bucky calls out, closing the door behind him, and once again you’re mesmerised. You’d never seen a home that looked so cluttered and yet, organised and clean. The couch had patches sewn into it on spots, the radio sitting above the fireplace was old, even for the model type, and the curtains were similar, but mismatching.

A woman steps around the corner from the kitchen, apron on over a simple dress. Immediately, you see the family resemblance and can’t stop from smiling to yourself.

“There you are! I was wondering when you wer—” she stops, eyes landing on you, before she looks between her children for a moment.

Bucky steps forward, his hand on your back.

“Mama, this is Miss Lilah Langley, I drive for her, remember.”

“Oh! Well, it’s lovely to meet you Miss Langley, I’m Winnie, Bucky’s mother! I’m so sorry, I’m afraid I’m not dressed for company!” she smooths out her apron nervously, and you wave her off, opening your borrowed jacket just a little.

“Neither am I, Mrs Barnes,” you tell her, and her eyes bug out.

“Wha— What on earth! You look like somebody dragged you through a hedge backwards, If I may say!” she hurries over to you then, buzzing around you in full mothering mode as she smooths down some of your hair, and cups your cheek, her thumb brushing over a rather sore spot on your cheek.

You feel your face warm at such tenderness and are glad when she looks to Bucky and Becca for an explanation.

“The creep she was out with, I found him tryna…” Bucky trails off awkwardly, looking to Becca who crosses her arms.

“He was tryna force himself on her, that’s what! Bucky ran over and told him what!” she says proudly, and Winnie gasps.

“I… I didn’t, I just told him to get lost…” Bucky rubs his neck, and it's sweet for you to see him in this environment. Clearly he was cursed to be surrounded by strong-willed women in every walk of his life. Or blessed, you aren’t sure.

Winnie looks back to you and strokes your cheek again.

“Oh darlin’, how awful, thank god for my boy, huh? How about we get you into something else for dinner, and then after I’ll fix this up? Hmm?”

You’re a little taken aback by how quickly she welcomes you fully and you stutter, your mouth a little dry.

“Becca, take Miss Lilah upstairs and find her something to put on, put her dress in the sewing room. I’ll take a look after we’ve eaten.”

You glance back at Bucky nervously as you’re directed up the stairs, and he watches you as you go, giving you a comforting nod.

“I’m afraid we don’t have anything quite as lovely as this…” Becca says once you’ve removed your torn dress, holding it to her face as she peers over the fabric and the stitching.

“It’s alright. I’m not allergic to lesser-quality—” you cut yourself off, face growing warm as you look at the younger woman.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

Becca eyes you, but shrugs.

“My mama will be able to fix this perfectly. Is this really Dior?” her voice sounds disbelieving and you frown a little as you pull the replacement dress up your hips, and fiddle with the buttons up the front.

“Of course. I bought it in Paris last year,” you tell her, and Becca sighs dreamily behind you. You turn, finding her pulling open a drawer that clangs slightly.

“Paris… how dreamy…”

You feel a little bad, maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned it, not when you can clearly see she and her mother share a bedroom that is the size of your shoe closet.

“Do you like fashion?” you hear yourself asking, as you step closer to see what she’s doing and find her rifling through a small collection of belts, all in various stages of wear or disrepair. She grins up at you with the brightest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“I love it! Sometimes I go to Mr Gorseki’s newsagent and read through Vogue. He always catches me though. But he does sell me the old issues for half price!”

You smile at the story and cock your head as she pulls out a belt and compares it up to the simple sky-blue day dress you wear.

“Hmm…” she puts it back and you watch her work for a moment, before pointing to a red belt.

“Why not that one?”

“Red? With blue?”

“It contrasts. You wear belts to accentuate your waist anyway, by wearing a contrasting colour there, you do more to draw the eye,” you say, and she stares up at you listening intently like you were a preacher.

“I see!” she pulls the red belt and you lift your arms so she can wrap it around your waist, buckling it at the front. She steps back and nods.

“I wish I could get away with wearing an outfit like that,” she sighs and you frown.

“You can.”

“Oh no, you don’t wanna dress too flashy round here. It’s just askin’ to get robbed,” she tells you, turning away to grab a hanger that she puts your dress on, before leading you from the room, down the hall.

“Oh. I see,” you say, swallowing curtly.

She opens another door, and moves in, hanging the dress from the curtain rail. The room was obviously a bedroom but had been converted into a sewing room, a desk with a simple machine set up on one side, and an ironing board and baskets of clothing littering the rest of it.

“Mama got so much work from the neighbourhood, she had to turn her bedroom into this just so she had enough space.”

“Work?” you ask, as she ushers you out again, turning off the light and closing the door.

“Yeah, she’s an amazing seamstress, she made the dress you’re wearing now!”

You look down at it, reconsidering it again. It was lovely, simple, but well made and designed.

“But, people started asking her to do their ironing as well, and now that’s mostly what she does. I think it upsets her, but she’ll lie and say honest work is good for the soul no matter.”

You hum and Becca delivers you to a small, cramped bathroom.

“Wash up your face. I’ll tell Mama to get some ice ready for you downstairs,” she tells you and you frown.

“Ice? For what?”

“Your cheek.” And then she closes the door.

You blink and turn to find the mirror, approaching it and gasping.

The left side of your jaw and cheek is mottled with a purple and blue bruise that blooms across your skin. You lean forward to poke at it and hiss, unsure of what you had expected.

Andrew had punched you. He’d actually hit you.

You move to sit on the edge of the bath and stare down at your hands. Anything could have happened if Bucky hadn’t heard you, if you hadn’t had that moment to scream. You imagine what might have transpired, what you would have done to get away. Tears sting at your eyes again and you jump with gasp at a gentle knocking on the door.

“Li? It's Bucky… Becca said you might need some ice…”

You stand, wiping your tears and putting on a brave face as you move to open the door.

“Thank you. I didn’t realise… I didn’t know how it looked…” you step back and take the offered bunch of ice, wrapped in a tea towel, but he doesn’t release it.

Bucky stares at you for a moment, before he sighs.

“Come on, sit down, lemme see.”

You obey quietly, unsure of what else you’re supposed to do, and hand him back the wad of ice as you sit on the bath. You stare straight ahead as he steps closer, gently tipping your face back with one hand, and pressing the frozen water to your cheek with the other.

“What your mother must think…” you shake your head just slightly and Bucky scoffs.

“She’s seen worse, trust me. Are you alright?” his question tucked on the end of his words makes you pause and you want to tell him once more that you’re fine, of course you are, but you can’t, your mouth disobeying your brain.

“Not really, no.”

Bucky stops moving then and the ice is replaced with his thumb, gently stroking your skin. You close your eyes at the threat of more tears, and lean into his touch.

“I’m sorry,” he speaks so softly you wonder how you’d even heard him.

“For what?” You let out a humourless laugh.

“Look at me. Lilah, look at me.”

You force yourself to open your eyes, and find Bucky crouched in front of you now, his own eyes boring into your own.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It wasn’t… I shouldn’t have said it. I was upset, I thought you’d followed me…” his eyes dart down for a moment, but he looks back to you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“As if I don’t have better things to do than to follow you on your day off, Barnes,” you sniff. His face scrunches into a grin, and he chortles.

“There you are. The quiet, thankful act was startin’ to worry me,” he jokes and you roll your eyes again. He stays smiling for a moment before he turns more serious again.

“Nobody's gonna touch you like that again, okay? You come and tell me, do you hear?” Bucky squeezes your hands, his voice low and dangerous again, but it doesn’t scare you. You nod, unable not to and Bucky lets out a breath.

“Good,” Bucky nods, and raises the ice back to your cheek, his other hand moving to smooth out and fix your messy hair. You find yourself conflicted between feeling unworthy of his concern, but preening at it all the same.

Dinner with the Barnes’ is a warm affair, Becca and Winnie asking you about your trip(s) to Paris, and fashion in general. You ask them about their own work, learning that Winnie was teaching Becca how to sew, but their day jobs often interfered. You laugh and smile more genuinely and more often than you have in years, and by the time you’re putting your repaired dress back on, your cheeks hurt, but not from Andrew’s slap.

“I would never have known it had been ripped, this is incredible work, Mrs Barnes!” you gush, and the older woman simply waves you off with a bashful smile.

“Oh it’s nothing, just some careful stitch work!”

“Do you take commissions?” you turn, and she flounders for a moment.

“Well– well I would, but I have so much to get done… I’m afraid I just don’t have the time.”

You grin and take her hands in your own.

“One commission from me, and you won’t have to get anything else done,” your eyes twinkle as you take in Winnie’s surprised expression.

Bucky drives you home, but you could have floated with how light the evening has made you feel. You almost forget how it all started.

“Becca likes you,” Bucky says, opening your door, and you shrug, taking his offered hand as you step out.

“Don’t worry, she’ll get to know me and get over it.”

Bucky shakes his head with a smile, and walks you up the front steps.

“Will you come up?” you ask, coyly, not quite wanting him to leave yet, still floating.

“I still need to thank you properly for saving me,” you purr, and Bucky’s breathing skips ever so slightly as you press your hand against his chest like earlier, but unlike then, this time when he takes your hand, he just holds it there, squeezing.

“Not tonight,” he says softly. You frown, stomach sinking a little, and you think for a moment that perhaps you really had screwed up everything in your life by waiting too long. Before you can speak however, Bucky pulls you near, leaning in until his lips delicately meet yours.

For a minute you freeze, memories of the afternoon flashing through your mind.

But Bucky wasn’t Andrew, and he’d never hurt you, so when your mind comes back to you seconds later, you sigh into him fully, wrapping your hand around the nape of his neck once more.

His own hands glide over your sides before he envelops you fully, curling you tenderly into him. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, and you half expect him to change his mind, for his hands to start travelling, for him to push your door open and take you right there in the entryway of your home.

But he doesn’t.

He pulls away after a moment, ignoring your soft protests, but keeps you close, kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Miss Langley,” he says lowly, finally untangling from you, but only so he can lean past you, to unlock your door as you stare, utterly bewitched.

“G-goodnight, Mr Barnes…” you swallow thickly, reluctantly letting him pull away from your hold, and watching as he walks back to the car.

No man had ever just kissed you goodbye at the door.

No man but Bucky Barnes.

“Is this all?” Bucky asks, loading one last hat box into the trunk of the car, and you hum, pushing up off the front gate where you’d been watching him for the last ten minutes. He wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead and turns to look at you, hands on his hips, chest heaving.

“Yes. But we still need to stop on the way,” you inform him, and he moves in sync with you, opening the car door and helping you climb inside. Summer had officially begun, and you were on your way to the Hamptons, to stay in your family’s chateau for a few days.

And more importantly, to attend the Summer Soiree. Less of a celebration for the Summer, and more of an excuse for all you rich people to show off and get drunk while judging one another for various tresspasses.

Bucky gets in the driver’s seat and starts up the car.

“Where are we stopping?” He asks.

“Forster & Son. On fifth,” you inform him and watch as he gets the car in gear before pausing, looking at you in the mirror.

“Isn’t that a menswear store?”

“Yes. You can’t expect to go to a ball without a half decent suit, and you will absolutely not be wearing that,” you nod to his work uniform of a simple black suit. He turns around fully to stare at you.

“What?”

“Well, you can’t be my date and show up in anything less than Dior, but they don’t do tailoring on the day.”

“Your date? To a society event?” Bucky blinks and you roll your eyes.

“Yes, Bucky. Now go! We’re already running late!”

Bucky stares for another moment before he turns back around, exhaling sharply as he begins driving.

“Hmn, is there a more fitted jacket, Gertrude? I think we should be emphasising his figure more. It is such a nice one…” you wink at Bucky over the older woman’s shoulder, watching from your nearby seat as he stands stiffly up on the podium. Gerty hums her agreement and moves to pick a different jacket from a rack of hangars.

Bucky carefully removes the one he’s wearing, his eyes flickering back to you every so often. You’re almost certain he’s never been fawned or fussed over this much before, let alone in a designer shop.

“Here,” Gerty hands him the new coat and he slides it on gingerly.

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes. That is perfect!” you breathe, standing and moving toward him.

“Gertrude? There’s a gentleman who would like to ask you about his tailoring…” the shop girl pokes her head into the mirrored room you stand in and the older woman excuses herself.

“S’okay?” Bucky asks, and you nod slowly, eyeing him up.

“Oh yes. I think this will do nicely…” you take his jacket and do the buttons up, never breaking his eye contact. From where he stands on the podium, you’re even shorter than usual, staring up at him from his bellybutton. You see him swallow thickly when you run your hands over his front, and then down his legs, and his eyes flicker to the door.

“Uh… Won’t she be back…”

“Not for a while… She’s being asked about tailoring, any man who has his suits tailored is thorough,” you purr, and lightly palm his cock through the designer pants. Bucky jumps, biting back a groan when you continue with harder strokes.

“Lilah…” he warns, and you look back at him innocently.

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Not in your goddamn—” his words choke off into a strained whine when you pull the pants apart, letting them fall to his ankles along with his briefs.

“Turn around,” you coo, and with an exasperated sigh, he shuffles to face the half circle of mirrors, arranged so customers could view themselves from multiple angles. You had a better idea for use of them though.

You slink around to his front and hum in approval, before you lean forward just slightly, resting your knees on the edge of the standee, taking his hips in your hands. With little fanfare, you take him in your mouth once again, eyes flickering up to his face where he looks down at you, jaw clenching.

It doesn’t take long to lick him to full hardness, and even less time for his hands to find your hair, careful not to mess it up.

“Shit, shit!” he cusses as you bob back and forth over his length, staring up at him as you do.

“Look at you, jesus, fuck!” his eyes trail to the multiple reflections of your in the mirrors, but his eyes are back on your face in seconds.

“You’re so perfect, Li, best thing in the world…”

You slow for a moment and pull all the way back, just to suck on the head of his cock, letting your tongue swirl in circles and he groans, head falling back a little.

“Jesus, Jesus! Come here!”

You let him drag you back over his length again, but this time he leans over slightly, a hand gently wrapping around your throat and your eyes widen when he thrusts his hips forward. You can feel him feeling himself and it only makes you moan around him. Bucky hisses, fucking your mouth quickly, in short, deep strokes that have your nose pressing to the base of his cock and your eyes watering.

“That’s it, can’t get anything on the suit, sweetheart, you gonna take it all?”

You whine again, and do your best to nod, staring up at him transfixed as he draws closer, until finally he’s cursing lowly, hips jerking him even further down your throat as you feel his release spill down you.

You remain like that for a moment, staring up at him as he groans quietly. He really was beautiful like this, you were lucky, really. His eyes open up to yours and he swallows, carefully pulling away from you, a hand coming to gently stroke your hair, and then the side of your face.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You’re about to roll your eyes and retort when a knocking on the door sees you yanking his pants up, both of you scurrying not to give poor Gertrude a show.

You buy the suit, and continue on to the Hamptons, and before you know it, you’re gazing upon Bucky once more in his lovely suit. You stay arm in arm with him all night, refusing to let him go, but if he minds or notices he doesn’t mention it, instead staying close by choice, his hand resting at the small of your back, his shimmying fingers sending shivers up and down your spine.

All night, when you’re met with so-called-friends and other acquaintances, you’re asked who Bucky is. Everyone knew everyone in New York, and they did not know Bucky. Every time you’re asked, you reply the same thing, and each time, it makes Bucky look at you softly, his hand squeezing your hip.

“And who might this be?”

“My handsome date for the evening; Bucky Barnes.”

“Oh, I don’t believe we’ve met, Bucky… are you visiting from Europe?”

“No. He’s from Brooklyn.”

And then you’d feign desperacy for a drink, and he’d usher you off again.

“You know, people are going to talk about you,” he says softly, a tiny frown on his face as you move to sit at a nearby table on the edge of the dancefloor.

“People are always talking about me,” you sip champagne and Buck’s eyes crinkle.

“Yeah, but—”

“Lilah! How pleasant to finally catch you!” Your mother’s voice cuts off Bucky’s words and the both of you stand stiffly as your parents approach.

“And here I was really trying my best to remain uncaught. I guess you win,” you deadpan, giving them both empty hugs and kisses. You move back to stand next to Bucky and your parent’s attention turns to him with varying degrees of visible dismay.

“Bucky,” your mother greets coldly, your father just as rigidly shaking his hand.

“Have you seen Andrew tonight, dear? Doesn’t he look handsome?”

You’d already had to stop Bucky from going over to the man when you’d arrived, so you stiffen a little when he’s mentioned, but simply turn your nose up.

“I thought he looked rather dated, actually.”

Your mother bristles and your father glares outright.

“So this is what you’re choosing?” he demands gruffly, displeasure clear in his voice. You square your shoulders, ignoring Bucky’s curious frown as you loop your arm though his.

“Yes.”

“I need a drink,” is all your father says, before he storms away, your mother eyeing you one final time, before she follows after him.

You breathe a sigh of relief, all your pent up anxiety leaving your body now. Bucky turns to you then, one hand on your arm, his other still around your back.

“What was that? What did you choose?”

You roll your eyes and wave him off, stepping to the side a little to grab more champagne, and you down it.

“A few weeks ago my father told me I was to marry Gorman or be cut off,” you reveal with a shrug. Bucky starts.

“What?!”

“Well what did they expect? Have I ever done what I’m told?” you huff, rolling your eyes. Before you can settle too comfortably into your nonchalance, Bucky brings your hand to his lips, his other curling around your waist once again.

“You do what I tell you,” he points out, and you scoff.

“That’s only because you don’t put up with me. Or maybe because you do, I haven’t fully figured it out yet. Either way, you put me in my place,” you shrug again, and he hums, pulling you closer so you’re forced to wrap your arms around his neck. He starts to sway you gently.

“Is that what you want? Someone to look after you? Put you in your place?” He sounds innocent enough, but he knows your body is lighting up, your core buzzing between your thighs at his words.

“Maybe… but only when it’s you,” you breathe out, and you’re about to close your eyes, his lips only a breathe from yours when—

“I hope I’m not interrupting?”

You pull apart with a certain amount of shock, looking to find your brother standing nearby, hands in his pockets as he gazes knowingly at you. You pull away from Bucky with a grin, jumping into the blonde’s arms.

“Steve!”

He catches you with both arms, holding you tightly for a moment.

“Lilah… you look beautiful,” Steve says when you’ve pulled away.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?!”

“It was kind of sudden… I’ll tell you about it later,” his face darkens just a little, but then he’s smiling, looking up to Bucky who stands behind you.

“Hi. Steve Rogers, Lilah’s half-brother,”

“The half doesn’t matter, ignore him,” you scold, watching as Bucky and Steve shake hands. You’d grown up with Steve, even if he’d been several years older than you, he’d never let you feel like just a ‘half’ sibling.

“Bucky Barnes. I uh—”

“–Bucky is my driver,” you say and Steve raises his eyebrows and whistles.

“I pity you,” Steve chortles, making you scoff and move back to Bucky’s side, watching as he shrugs.

“It has its moments,” Bucky shoots you a soppy grin as he places his hand back on your hip. You scoff again.

“Say, you like cars, Bucky?” Steve asks, and Bucky nods.

“I do.”

“Lemme get a drink, and I’ll tell you about this project I’m workin’ on in Paris…”

You sigh as you hang your dress up, moving to remove the last of the pins from your hair. It had been a long night, but not necessarily a bad one. After you returned home, you’d need to sit down and figure out exactly what you were going to do. Steve was home now though, you could always return to Paris with him… but you’d be leaving behind Bucky…

A wrapping at your window makes you jump, and in fright, you turn to stare at the curtains. It comes again a moment later, and you swallow, moving to them, and pushing the coverings apart, gasping when you do so. You hurry to unlock the shutter, and push it open.

“What the hell are you doing?! Your bedroom is down the hall!” you scold as Bucky climbs through, shutting and locking the window behind him.

“I’m not sorry,” he says, straightening up and you frown.

“You will be when you fall four stories to your dea—” your words die when he tugs you toward him, mouth slotting over yours hungrily. You don’t fight him, melting into his touch right away, having thirsted after it all night.

“You never answered me,” he says, lips dragging over your cheek, and down your neck. You sigh, clutching at his arms and tipping your head back to give him all the access he could want.

“W—what question…?” you manage, and squeak when your nightgown is pulled apart, and his lips move to your collarbone.

“You want someone to take care of you? You’re always begging for me to teach you a lesson, put you in your place…”

You stutter and pull back slightly to look at him. Bucky just stares, eyes intense on your face.

“... No.”

He freezes and you take his face in your hands before he can pull away.

“I don’t want someone, I only want you.”

Bucky stares down at you, disbelief flashing over his features and you shake your head.

“I’ve been terrible to you Bucky, nobody else would have come back again and again, I don’t— I don’t deserve you, I don’t,” you swallow harshly, a lump growing in your throat as you struggle through your words.

“And—and I’m so selfish, I am, but I want you. Not climbing through my window, or in the back of the car, I want to walk down the street with you, and hold your hand, and—”

“How much have you drunk?” Bucky puts a hand to your forehead, and you laugh, pushing at him when his eyes crinkle and he rests his head to yours.

“I chose you,” you say quietly, and he looks back at you nodding softly.

“Oh, sugar…”

You close your eyes as his lips find yours again, softer this time, sweeter.

You let him pull your gown apart fully, watching as he goes about discarding your underwear, before ridding himself of his own clothes, and laying you down on the plush sheets. Lips drag over your chest where he’d left off last, and you cradle his head in your hands as he moves further and further down, stopping at your breasts for a moment, sucking firmly at a nipple and making you gasp.

You'd never actually let him fully undress you, fully appreciate your body, and despite having had him inside you countless times, it all feels new.

“Li…”

“Mhmn?”

“M’gonna take care of you…” He murmurs against your stomach, and you nod, eyes closed now.

“Please, daddy…”

You gasp when your thighs are hoisted up, and look down to watch him situate himself between your legs, holding you under the knees. He leans low and presses a kiss to your core, making you suck in air quickly, your belly fluttering violently. He repeats the action, leaning over and pressing his lips to your folds, using his tongue to push and pull the silk skin and you grasp at his hands on your legs, shaking just slightly.

“Buck…”

“Mhmn?”

You growl and lift your head to glare at him.

“Hurry up!” You demand and he lifts a brow, leaning up.

“How quick you start mouthin’ off again,” he tuts, and you glare harder. He slides a hand from under your knee to where his mouth just was, and you swallow thickly as he dips a finger inside slowly, his eyes trained on yours. You’re frozen in place, even when he pulls out again, pushing two back in.

“Gonna have to learn to hold that tongue of yours sweetheart,” his voice is low and your eyes flutter when he adds another finger, pumping into you carefully.

“Or what?” you manage to gasp out and his fingers stop, but don’t leave you.

“Or I’ll have to find something better for your mouth to be doin’,” he tells you.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you sass and Bucky sniffs.

“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d shove your face into this mattress so you couldn’t fuckin’ talk,” he growls, bringing his movements again, pressing his thumb to your clit and making you jerk.

“Please, you’ll do that if you do love me,” you gasp and you hear him chuckle warmly.

His mouth returns to your core, his fingers still working your hole as he flicks his tongue over your clit relentlessly. You have to remind yourself to stay somewhat quiet as you writhe under him, hands fisting in the sheets as you come, losing all sense of everything except his mouth on you.

“Jesus Christ, baby… fuck…” Bucky breathes, looking down at his fingers, still plunging into you as your muscles squeeze and contract.

You mewl when he crawls back up your body, fingers glistening with your cum and you open your mouth when he brings them to your lips.

“Good girl. That’s a good girl, sweetheart.”

You suck diligently, holding his eye contact until he looks away, taking himself in hand and judging your leg further open with his knee.

“Come on, darlin’, open up, there we go…” he coos, finally letting his fingers fall from your lips as he slides the head of his cock through your soaked folds.

“You gonna finally fuck me good and proper, daddy?” you ask, hooking a hand around his neck, watching him closely.

“You’re goddamn right I am,” he growls, pushing in deep and you choke for a moment as he fills you, not waiting for you to adjust. Your nails pinch his skin, and you swallow a cry when his hips meet yours. You lift your knees more, bring them up so you can wrap yourself around him.

He lowers his face to yours as he starts moving, his tongue seeking yours immediately and you tug at his hair slightly with each thrust that sends you reeling. Despite this though, you can’t help but stoke the fire.

“Come on daddy, I thought you said good and proper?” you whine, and Bucky leans up to look at you, his eyes narrowed.

“Sometimes I think you like pissing me off, honey.”

“You fuck better when you’re angry,” you say, almost regretting it when he stops moving all together just to stare at you a moment.

For a split second you think maybe you’ve gone too far, but then he’s snickering, and before you can register it, you’re roughly tossed over to your front.

“You’re such a fuckin’ brat,” he scolds, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to slide back in and you cry out, but your face is pressed into the pillow, muffling it.

The angle is foreign, almost too right and too deep, almost painful, but that also sends shockwaves of delight down your spine.

“You’re gonna lie here and I’m going to fuck you. If I hear anything outta you…” he pressed the back of your neck and your face is engulfed in a pillow again.

“Got it?” you nod, cunt hot and throbbing at his words and you keen in response to his lips pressing to the back of your shoulder.

“That’s my good girl.”

You suck in air when his hips pull away from yours, pressing back in all too quickly, and you clench your jaw at the feeling. You wanted him so badly your pussy was already clutching on to him, and the position only further exaggerated the sensation of fullness, making you feel like if he pressed any further you’d come apart at the seams.

But you live for it, need it even, and so even after his warning, you babble for him cheekily, damn near weeping as his cock pounds into you, and Bucky growls, playing his part dutifully and shoving your face into the pillow.

“I thought I told you—” he grunts as he shifts his knee, allowing him better access and you squeal into the pillow, his cock sinking even further and your back arches.

“—I didn’t wanna hear a fuckin’ word.”

You’re caught off guard when his hand releases the back of your neck and instead slides around to the front, lifting your face from the pillows. It’s just as effective though, his fingers squeezing at your throat cut off anything you have to say, and you choke. He lessens his grip after a moment, allowing you a few short breaths before he’s clamping down again and you wheeze out a moan.

“You like that don’t you, sweetheart? Like when I’m rough with you? Want me to put you in your place, don’t you, sugar?”

You nod the best you can, and gasp when he lets you breathe again.

“Please, Buck, please…” You sob, everything so good at once is too much, but you want more.

“I should just gag you next time. Tie you to the bed and gag you. Fuck you senseless and leave your cunt dripping in my cum, yeah? Would you like that?”

You don’t have to reply, your pussy convulsing around him and your body quivering slightly as he lets you don’t to the pillow again are answers enough. Bucky smooths a hand over the back of your head, cooing as you shake under him, clutching the pillow as you steadily release short, choked moans.

“That’s it, good girl, there we go darlin’...” his voice is softer now, and he pulls out of you, turning you to your side gently, hooking your thigh over his leg, he pushes back into you.

He holds you closer, presses his lips to yours as you reach out for him, anchoring yourself around his neck. He still fucks you hard, relishes in the continued sounds you make, your lips roaming his neck as you catch your breathe again. He clutches your backside firmly, pressing as far into you as he can with each thrust and steadily he feels his own pleasure rise.

“You’re so sweet, Li, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs, hearing you mewl under him, where your lips are sucking at the place under his jaw.

“Wanna make you feel good, daddy…” you coo, and Bucky grunts, going slow and deep again.

“Gonna let me cum inside you? Lemme fill you up?” he isn’t quite expecting you to moan so headily in response, but he certainly isn’t expecting you to push him to his back, your legs falling around his thighs as you start bouncing up and down on his cock enthusiastically.

“Come on daddy, please…”

Bucky doesn’t need to be asked twice, not when you’re begging for it like you are, so he grips your hips in his hands, curling his own up into you until he’s gasping, sucking in air sharply as his head lolls back.

“Lilah… Fuck… Sweetheart…” Anything else he has to say is drowned out by the pulses of pleasure that wash over him, and he holds you firmly in place as he empties inside you, groaning when he feels you grind down on him more.

After a moment you fall forward to rest against him, and Bucky wraps his arms around your back, holding you tightly.

“I love you,” you mumble against his chest, and Bucky chuckles, lifting your chin so you look at him.

“I love you too.”

You smile happily, and blink away any tears that might spring to your eyes, resting your head back against his collarbone and you sigh contently.

“Also, I forgot to tell you, you’re fired,”

Bucky starts for a moment, before he relaxes and huffs.

“How does it feel to be poor, hmm?”

You whack him in the chest, and he laughs, holding you tightly as he rolls you over, lips meeting yours once again, and he continues to make love to you until the early hours of the morning.

“Oh, I’m useless! The only thing you’ll be able to use me for is dying the fabric red!” You exclaim in frustration, tossing the needle and thread down on the table in front of you.

“We’d have to bleed you more than a pin-prick for that, dear,” Winnie looks at you over her glasses and you glare.

“You’ll get the hang of it. You don’t have to be an expert overnight.”

Your frustration soothes with her words and you sigh.

“I feel so useless that I can’t help more,” you say softly and she chortles.

“You spend until the late evenings with your nose in that sketch pad, dreaming up new designs and you think that’s useless!” She continues to laugh and you shake your head.

“I’m going to put the kettle on. Would you like a cup?” Winnie hums in approval and you make your way from the workroom to the mezzanine office, setting the hot water to boil and staring blankly into your empty mug.

How your life had turned from exuberant parties and a life of excess, to hard work and a day job you had no idea.

Well you did. It had started with a business idea.

Your brother had invested initially, and you had begged Winnie and Becca to join you. In two years you had turned nothing into something, and now you were sitting on your very own relatively large pile of money.

You designed the dresses with clients, and Becca and Winnie would make them. It was simple, but had proved wildly successful. You’d even sent Becca to Paris with a collection of prêt-à-porter designs a Parisian boutique had been interested in selling. She’d come home speaking broken French and sighing dreamily and you were thinking perhaps you might need to set up a boutique over there yourself…

You’re pulled from your thoughts by a bouquet of lilacs that suddenly crowd your vision and you jump, spinning around.

“Bucky! Don’t scare me like that!”

He chuckles, and you take the flowers, smelling them briefly before placing them on the desk.

“Nothin’ scary about some lilacs for my Lilah,” he grins, leaning in to chastely kiss your lips. You roll your eyes but let him pull you into the kiss anyway.

“You have… grease all over you! Don’t you touch a damn thing in my shop!” You warn him, but he only runs his hands over your sides, stopping to squeeze your waist, thoroughly ruining your frock.

“Only thing I wanna touch is right here…”

You shake your head and sigh.

“Have you been having fun, grease monkey? Steve’s not bored you to death yet?”

Bucky smiles and hums.

“No, not yet. Besides, you know how he is, he gets so excited you don’t even realise he’s getting you excited about oil pumps or what have you…”

You chuckle and smooth your hands over his chest, cocking your head when he stays quiet for a moment longer.

“What?” you demand and Bucky sighs.

“Your brother wants to go to Italy… we’ve been invited to look at a new type of engine over there. It might be good for the company to invest…”

You frown and purse your lips.

“How long?”

“He says a couple of weeks but…”

“No!” You say, unwilling to live without him for so long.

“That’s unacceptable!”

“Come with me,” Bucky shrugs, knowing you were all dramatics and no pragmatics.

“I can’t. We’re moving into the Summer, and all our regular clients have me booked out for the next three months!”

“Let Becca take the meetings… you know she’s been shadowing you for ages, you’ve been saying yourself you think she could start consulting.”

You bite your lip.

“Maybe a short holiday might be nice… Italy, you said?”

“Sicily,” he adds and you sigh.

“I love Sicily…!” you whine, and Bucky leans in closer, bumping his nose with yours.

“Come with me. We’ll find a little cottage to stay in, you can take a break… maybe I’ll come home at midday and find you strolling around fully nude, just waiting for me, and I’ll kiss you stupid and—” despite his silly fantasy, you’re enthralled with the idea right up until Winnie meanders past the both of you.

“—and you can finally give me some grandchildren?” She asks as she makes her own cup of tea that you’d forgotten.

Bucky’s face turns bright red and you chortle, patting his chest.

“We’re working on it, aren’t we?” you grin at Bucky’s deepening shade.

“Well, work a little harder, won’t you?”

Bucky shakes his head as his mother disappears with her tea out the door and turns back to you.

“Whaddya say?”

“Well, we can’t let the old lady down,” you sigh dramatically once again and Bucky nods, his face drawn into faux seriousness.

“I promise you, come to Italy with me, and I’ll make sure we don’t.”

You laugh at that, head tilting back as Bucky grins mischievously.

When you sober again, you caress his cheek softly, and Bucky takes your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the small, simple wedding ring on your finger.

“Alright, Uptown Boy. I’ll come.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes/you #bucky barnes/yn #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction

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chxrrysangel · 3 years

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Kitchen Countertops

My work is not to be reproduced, translated, or copied ANYWHERE that is not my account. If I find it, I’m coming for you. Plagiarism will not be taken lightly.

Summary | Bucky Barnes. The Red Henley. Sinful thoughts. That is all.

Relationship | roommate!Bucky x woc!reader (there’s something…so decadent about roommates au)

Warnings | NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, daddy kink, dom/sub relationship, breaking established relationship boundaries, mutual pining, language, breeding kink, lowkey pregnancy kink, overstimulation, nicknames, oral sex (fem receiving) sadomasochism, heavy flirting, aftercare

Words | idk yet, we’ll get back to that

Notes | let’s ignore the fact that this has been in my drafts for like 6 weeks…along with other things that will be coming soon 👀. I’ll probably edit this again, so if you see any changes from the first time, just know. Nothing major tho.

You weren’t exactly un-used to Bucky leaving for extended periods of time. Sam, Steve, and he were very busy guys, you know saving the world and everything. You had no idea what this trip was about, all you knew was that it was urgent enough for Bucky to leave mid-meal. And he never stops eating for anyone.

You have to admit, much to your dismay, that the apartment was considerably lonely without him. As much as he annoyed you everyday with his loud chewing, obnoxious laugh, and so much more, you kind of missed him. Some time earlier in the day you passed by his room and just stood there. No reason in particular, you just wanted to take a look. The man was a neat freak, everything having its own place and every surface spotless. You guessed it was the military man in him.

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You didn’t hear him come in, too caught up in your own world to notice the loud slam of the door and the dropping of bags. But he noticed you. Standing in the kitchen with your back turned, swaying your hips with no abandon. It’s not like you knew there were eyes on you, and that somehow made it better. Although majority of your body was obstructed by the marble-top island, Bucky recognized that red Henley anywhere. His red Henley.

“Fuck”, he whispered under his breath. The jeans he wore began to grow tighter by the second and his hands began to feel quite shaky. The two of you were friends. This was wrong. So wrong.

You turned around to get something from the fridge, squealing in surprise from the large figure at your door.

“Jesus fucking Christ Buck! Are you trying to kill me?” He smiled awkwardly, running a hand through his shoulder length hair. You loved his hair like that, it suited him perfectly. You wish that he’d never dream of cutting it.

“Sorry dollface. My bad.” It suddenly occurred to you what day it was.

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be back for 3 more days.”

“Well plans change. We figured it out quicker than we thought.”

“Oh, ok. Good to know.” Bucky looked at you in a way that made fear swirl in your abdomen, suddenly hyperaware of your existence. Is there something on my face? You look down at your body and everything clicked into place. Your face began to heat of like a furnace, your throat becoming drier by the second. Uh oh.

You avoided eye contact, trying to finish what you were doing in order to make a much needed escape.

“Nice shirt peach.”

“Oh this? Thanks.” You responded quickly, trying to act nonchalant. You grabbed your mug, attempting a quick escape for the door. You were too slow though. Bucky’s large figure blocked the exit, keeping you trapped. Your eyes made contact with the dog tags on his chest, focusing on the words to avoid making conversation. It was moments like this that you properly noticed how large your roommate was. You weren’t exactly small, but everyone looked tiny compared to his large bulky 6’4 stature.

“Bucky, can you move out the way please?,” you said to his chest. He chuckled. The idiot chuckled.

“My eyes are up here sweets.” He was taunting you, reveling in the way you shrunk under his gaze. Begrudgingly, you lifted your eyes to his crystal blues.

“Bucky.”

“Yes plum?”

“Can you move so I can pass please?”

His large body stepped a bit to the side, but not enough for your figure to pass without touching him. He was evil, but two can play at this forbidden game. You passed through the door a tad slower than normal, your ass pressing against his crotch as you made your way through. Then as though nothing happened, you walked nonchalantly towards your room.

About 2-3 hours had passed before you got the opportunity to leave your room. You spent the entire time listening to Bucky’s movements, waiting for the moment he retired for the night. You were tired to be honest, the warmth of the shower you just took lulling you to sleep. Just when you nearly dozed off, you noticed the sound of Bucky’s shower. Now was your time.

It wasn’t easy to keep track of Bucky’s movements. Although he wasn’t officially the Winter Soldier anymore, the training was still embedded deep into his veins. Listening for his footsteps had proved to be more difficult than actual rocket science.

As the night approached witching hours, you slipped past the threshold of your bedroom in search of something to curb your hunger(as well as something to distract you from inappropriate thoughts about your roommate).

Fucking your roommate is probably one of the worst idea one can have. It’s not that you didn’t find him attractive, quite the opposite actually. You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. But you had something to prove. It felt like just yesterday when Steve introduced you to him, the quiet giant immediately catching your eye as you sauntered into the Avengers Compound. You also remember the look Natasha and Wanda gave you behind his back as your fingers grazed his in a handshake.

“If you don’t fuck him, I will,” Nat declared across the kitchen counter.

You scoffed in disbelief at your best friend’s words. Of course she would suggest that.

“I would too if I’m honest.”

“Wanda! You have a boyfriend!” Nat cackled as you yelled at Wanda, enjoying your discomfort.

“So? It’s not the most major obstacle…”

You stared at Wan as thought she was sporting seven heads.

“Alright, alright. It is an obstacle. But if it wasn’t…”.

“Oh come on! Babes you’re telling me you wouldn’t fuck a super soldier if given the chance?” Nat questioned.

“Nat, just tell Steve already so you can get the opportunity. We all know he’s starving for you.”

“Actually Wan, I can’t. A certain Carter woman has his attention.”

“The dead one or the blond one?”

“Honestly I’m inclined to say both.”

“So steal it back? Duh.”

“We’ll see. Anyways, back to you fucking the life out of Sergeant Barnes.”

“I’m will not!”

You honestly might.

The chance was low, but not zero. Light as a feather, you tip toed into the kitchen in search of something to eat. With a super soldier for a roommate, you had to make as little sound as humanly possible. The man heard everything and you hate it. You very slowly grabbed a bagel from the bag, turning around in search of the Nutella hidden in the cabinets.

“You know being quiet doesn’t stop me from hearing you.”

You yelled in surprise, dropping the knife and nearly cutting off your foot. You stomped, frustrated and shaking slightly.

“One of these days I’m gonna have an actual heart attack and it’s gonna be your fault when I croak.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked with a sly grin, inching closer. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and the way your heart beat erratically in your chest.

“Yes.”

“Anything you’d like to do before your death? Or anyone?” Bucky’s breath danced on the top of your ear as he whispered the last part, sending a shiver up your spine.

He was close enough that you felt the heat radiate off his body. The cologne he wore engulfed your senses so all that you could smell was him. It was distracting.

“Peach?”. Bucky moved closer towards you, just a sliver of space between your bodies.

“Hm?”. You answered, but lacked any attention towards the topic at hand. His warm lips brushed against your ear and a moan nearly slipped before you came to your senses.

This is so inappropriate.

With a clear head, you escape Bucky’s arms and walk around the island to put some distance between you. You watch as his back muscles flex with each movement, your mouth watering. No, he’s your fucking roommate dumbass. We do not fuck our roommate!

“You know doll, it’s not nice to tease…” His crystal blue eyes taunt you, staring at your body with what could only be described as pure lust. It was agonizing.

“Oh yeah? Then what would you call that little stunt just now?” You lean over the table, your voice taking on a mocking tone towards the end.

“Testing the waters.” Bucky matches your position and you can’t help but notice something that makes your face warm. His hips are the exact same height as the countertop. Fuck me…

“Sweets, it’s not nice to stare.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Oh but you were.” Bucky slowly makes his way around the corner towards you, and you plan your escape. You run, only for him to grab your waist and pull you back into the kitchen.

“You know most people wouldn’t attempt a failed plan twice right?” You began to feel slightly suffocated by Bucky’s close proximity, intoxicated by his presence.

“Yeah, well I’m not most people Barnes.” Bucky smiled down at you trapped between his arms.

“No. No you are not.” It sounded like he was saying it more to himself than to you.

The two of you maintained eye contact, neither uttering a word. It’s like you were attempting to communicate entire essays about your feelings without actually saying a thing. You put your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards you and making the first move.

His lips were pillow soft, even better than you’d imagined. He took his time at first, not wanting to rush anything. But then it took a rapid turn. His gentleness became increasingly desperate as he nipped at your lips, soothing the burn with his tongue. You giggled, surprised by how needy the man could be. There was not a sliver of space between you, his erection pressed deeply against your stomach. Without warning, he stepped back, pausing the kiss.

“Be a good girl and bend over yeah?”

Bucky doesn’t give you much time to process, grabbing you by the neck and pushing your cheek against the cold marble counter. He pushes your hips up so that they’re taut against the table, your feet dangling a bit in the air.

“Peach you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to have you ass up and face down for me. You look so pretty like this.” His large hands palm your ass, not before smacking your cheeks and watching them jiggle.

You hear the jingling of his belt as he unbuckles it and the sounds of his jeans as they drop to the floor. You feel the length of him as he glided his tip between the wetness of your lips and you struggle to contain yourself.

“Don’t tease me Barnes. I need you.

He ignores your pleas, brushing two fingers against your sensitivity. He pops them in his mouth, making obscene sounds as he sucks off your taste.

“Fuck. Baby you taste so good.”

“Bucky.” You didn’t even care how pathetic you sounded right now.

“Yes princess?” His voice taunted you, pretending like he didn’t know what you were asking.

“You know what I want.”

“Actually…I don’t. Use your words baby, and don’t forget to say please.” He just barely pushed the tip in, stretching you out slightly but not enough to provide relief. It was as torturous for him as it was for you, but your roommate was unwilling to give up watching you beg.

“Fuck me. Please.” At your word, he sank balls deep into you, knocking the air from your lungs.

Without much thought, you reached a hand out to push his hips back.

“Am I too big princess?” You could hear the sickening smile on his face.

“Mhmm.”

“I think you can take it baby. You’re a big girl.”

Bucky pressed one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your hip, thrusting into you at a rough steady pace. He would enter slowly but fill you to the brim, each thrust making your hips hit the countertop a bit. Eventually the pain turned to pleasure and it was overwhelming. He was good at this, really good.

“You look so pretty baby. You liked being fucked like the slut you are in my Henley?”

You barely managed to respond with a yes, too distracted by the pleasure he was giving you.

“Yes what?”

“Fuck. Yes daddy.” The cold surface of the countertop was a good contrast to how the lust burned deep in your core, setting your body aflame.

“That’s right.”

He lifted his hand from your neck, setting it on the other side of your hips for leverage. Then, all mercy went out the window. It seemed that Sam’s joke was right. Bucky doesn’t make love, he fucks. He leaned over your body, whispering obscene things in your ear as he fucked you senseless. Every whimper, every moan that escaped his lips reverberated through your body. His wet fingers that rubbed circles into your clit had you seeing stars.

“Bucky I’m gonna—”. You choked on your words when he hit a particular spot.

“You’re gonna cum for me pretty girl? Cum all over your daddy’s cock, yeah?”

“Yes. Fuck yes,” you stuttered.

As if it were even possible, his thrusts got rougher and faster, encouraging you to reach your orgasm. Bucky knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way your cunt was gripping him mercilessly.

“God fuck, I wanna cum in you so bad. You’d like that plum? For daddy to come in your pretty pussy and make you a mommy?”

You could only conjure moans and nodding as a response. Your legs began to shake and your eyes rolled back as you reached your orgasm.

“So you are a dirty slut? Letting your roommate breed you like a whore? Fuck, you are so good to me.” His voice grew hoarse at the last few words, whimpering in pleasure.

Bucky’s nails dug into the flesh of your hips, creating crescent moons for you to see again tomorrow. His thrusts slowed as he spilled his seed, pumping thick ropes that painted your walls.

Your body lay limp on the counter, tired from being used as a cock sleeve. You felt warm kisses bring peppered up your back and across your shoulders. His lips kissed along your neck, stopping by your ear.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up plum. Think you can stand?”

You murmured a soft no and Bucky chuckled at your weak state. Slowly, he slipped out of you and you felt his cum begin to drip down your leg. A burning, albeit considerably gentle, tongue wiped across your swollen lips and you hissed. A curse fell from Bucky’s mouth, apologizing profusely.

“Sorry gorgeous. It’s just your pussy looks so pretty covered in my cum. Just needed a quick taste.” You throbbed at his obscenity and accidentally moaned.

“Did you—did you enjoy that peach? You naughty bitch.” His voiced teased you, shocked by your forwardness.

“Yes daddy.”

Bucky grabbed your torso, helping you sit up on the edge of the counter. You watched as he sank down to his knees, hands holding your legs open. Maintaining eye contact, his warm tongue licked a stripe up your entrance. God he was trying to kill you. He pulled your thighs, removing any and all space between his mouth and your cunt.

You don’t if the man was speaking in tongues or something, but you couldn’t have cared less. The way he sucked on your clit like a lollipop and licked had your legs seizing and lungs barely operating. You pulled hard at his strands, needing something to hold you steady.

It was apparent that Bucky liked the pain because he moaned on contact. The sounds he was making in enjoyment sent vibrations through your body and had you cumming instantaneously. Your legs were shaking, locked around his head as you moaning his name along with a string of curses. Still he didn’t let up, despite the way you cried about how sensitive you were. Not until he was satisfied and finally let go.

He smiled cheekily, ignoring your stern face.

“What? A starving man’s gotta eat.” You laughed at his stupidity, shaking your head.

“Now c’mon, I’ll run you a bath.”

He picked you up bridal style, carrying you towards the bathroom attached to your room. He talked you up a storm and you stayed silent, barely paying attention to his words. You just enjoyed the way his face lit up when he talked, no matter the content. The “don’t fuck your roommate” situation was shattered completely and you couldn’t give less of a fuck. Nat was right.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x woc!reader #bucky barnes x reader #civil war bucky #beefy bucky #roommate!au #roommate!bucky #roommate!buckybarnes

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spookiekewchie · 3 years

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never let me go...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader

Summary: He’s wanted you since the first day he met you, he only needed to bide his time and play things smart to have you right where he wants you.

Word Count: 4.5k+ (it got away from me rip)

Warnings: manipulation, dubcon due to manipulation, controlling behavior, possessiveness, criminal bucky (killer, stalker, home invader), also beefy bucky because oof, cheating (reader has a boyfriend), nicknames (daddy, bunny), somnophilia, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), loss of virginity (reader isn’t innocent though), crying kink (blink and you’ll miss it), a lil overstimulation, mild pain play, scratching, a lil bit of choking, squirting.

A/N: My second entry for @ambrosiase‘s hotel indigo challenge. Again I hope I fulfilled the prompt I chose okay and that you enjoy. This is a dark plot (soft dark but still dark) please be mindful of the warnings. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. If there’s any errors or typos my bad, I gave it a look over before posting but I probably missed something knowing me. Moodboard made by me, and the divider is by @firefly-graphics

Reblogs and comments are always welcome, and let me know that you appreciate my fics.

prompt: darkest desires/criminal with Bucky Barnes

You’d heard about the recent string of break ins that were sweeping the city. So far there’d been five in this month alone and it seemed that they got closer and closer to your side of town. You’d been so worried that your building would be next, but your neighbor had assured you that it was unlikely. You’d believed him, trusting Bucky probably a little more than you should have and letting the man soothe your worries with calming words.

If only that had been true.

You saw the flashing lights as you stepped off the bus, a line of cop cars in front of your building as cops tried to keep people from going inside that didn’t belong there. “I live here, please I-this is my building.” You insisted when one of the officers blocked your entry.

“What’s your name Miss?” One of them asked, and after you’d given it they said something into their walkies. A second later a staticky voice replied for them to let you up. You didn’t wait for the elevator, taking the stairs as fast you could until you were huffing and puffing when you reached your front door. Your stomach dropped, despair and defeat taking up residence in your mind when you saw the officers and detectives at your front door as others milled around inside surveying the damage and looking to collect evidence.

Your attempt to enter was barred, your home was an active crime scene, and you were being told that you'd need to find other arrangements for the night. You were seconds away from trying to push your way into your apartment when a strong arm pulled you back. The familiar scent of Bucky's soap mixed with notes of leather had some sort of calming effect on you, just enough that you didn't protest when he pulled you into his apartment and urged you to let the detectives do their job.

"You got anyone you can call? Family, friends, that little shit boyfriend of yours?" He didn't miss the way you tensed at the mention of your boyfriend. Bryce was the last person you wanted to call, even if he was the only one currently in town that could give you a place to stay for a night or two. You knew it’d come with a price, and it wasn’t one you wanted to pay at the moment just to have somewhere to lay your head. You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way his jaw set and the sound of the metal plates of his arm shifting a whirring as he clenched his prosthetic hand into a tight fist.

“My sister’s out of town, parents are on a cruise, and my best friend just had a kid so I really don’t want to bring my stress to her door step.” You hesitated, not able to look Bucky in the eyes as you trailed off for a moment. “Bryce...he doesn’t do favors, not even for his girlfriend.” You said the word as if it were a joke, lately you didn’t feel like you were anything but a challenge for Bryce to try and conquer. The signs had been there, but you’d been too caught up in having his attention to notice that he only really started paying attention to you when he’d found out that you were a virgin.

He thought it was a joke at first, how could you be well into your twenties and still a virgin? It was something that he wanted to change, and it had only taken him a month and a half to start applying the pressure on you. Of course Bucky knew, he knew so much more than you thought. Bucky knew everything. The day you’d met him he’d been intrigued, you had caught a glimpse of his vibranium arm and instead of recoiling in fear or disgust you made a joke about how black goes with everything. That had made him laugh, and he hadn’t missed the warm smile that his laughter had brought to your lips.

That one interaction had lit the flame, and no less than a week later he had pulled more than a few strings to clone your cell phone so he could monitor your conversations. That was how he found out that you were a virgin. It had been some conversation with your sister giving you a hard time about it only to tell you that she understood. You had trust issues, and you wanted to wait for someone that you knew you could trust before you took things that far. He thought it was sweet, and he wanted so badly to be that person for you so he started integrating himself into your life. Little things like coming over to fix things that the building super dragged his feet on repairing. Chasing off a few bad dates when they wouldn’t take a hint and leave on their own. He’d even been a shoulder to cry on for you when dates began cancelling on you one after the other. You didn’t know that Bucky had been permanently getting rid of any potential suitors to keep you single and available until he finally decided that you were in a vulnerable enough state to let him be the one for you.

What he hadn’t expected was for someone like Bryce Langley to come around, a rich little bastard like that would take more work to disappear, and in the meantime he’d managed to worm his way into your life. Bucky had one of the agents at SHIELD look into the bastard, and what they came back with only made him more determined to get the little weasel out of your life. It was easier said than done, you were smitten at first. So Bucky had to resort to breaking in one day while you were at work and placing surveillance cameras around your apartment. They were to keep you safe, that was what he had told himself, but your safety was the furthest thing from his mind when he watched you touch yourself on some nights. Those nights the only thoughts in Bucky’s mind were thoughts of what you’d sound like when it was him that was pulling those sounds from your sweet mouth. God he had such plans for you, and you’d be so good and perfect for him once he had you. Seeing your reluctance to call the one man who should have been able to take care of you at this moment made his work all the more easier.

He was suddenly so glad that he had pushed past his guilt of potentially traumatizing you by staging a break in of your apartment. He knew how afraid you’d been that someone could target your building next, and with his skills it had taken him little to no effort to sneak in silently while you were away. He trashed the place, taking a few items to make the home invasion seem as real as possible. Once he’d collected his hidden surveillance cameras he slipped out of the building making sure to avoid any cameras so he could say that he’d found your place vandalized, and have that corroborated when the cameras at the front of the building caught him walking back and entering the building seemingly for the first time since he’d left hours before.

Now there you were, vulnerable, needing someone, and feeling as if you had no one. Well you had him, and Bucky would make sure of it. “You could stay here.” He offered, already knowing you’d never go for that. You didn’t want to intrude, and foolishly you thought spending a night in Bucky’s apartment would be too much temptation.

Before you could even start with the many reasons why you couldn’t intrude on Bucky’s space like that he held his hands up in surrender. “Okay fine, if you won’t stay here then I’ll get you a hotel room.” That hardly seemed better in your opinion, and you didn’t want him spending money on you when he had no obligations to.

“Bucky seriously it’s fine I’ll figure somethin—”

“That’s enough of that, bunny.” He cut you off, breaking out his favorite little nickname for you despite his voice sounding firmer than you ever remembered hearing. It made your stomach flip with nerves as you squirmed under the intense blue of his gaze like a child caught misbehaving. He liked that, liked how obedient you could be but before the thought could morph into something more lewd he pushed it away. “You’ve been through a lot tonight, so I’m going to take you to a hotel you’re going to stay there for a weekend, and I’ll take care of your place so when you get back it’s not a mess.” You wanted to protest, to say that was too much but he gave you a look that struck you silent. “Trust me, bunny. Let me take care of you.” The sincerity in his tone made a lump form in your throat and you just nodded, not trusting your voice.

Bucky said nothing else, nodding once before disappearing into his bedroom and after a few agonizing moments of leaving you sitting there on his sofa to think about why you’d let him talk you into this so easily he returned. “What’s that?” You questioned, eyeing the small duffel bag he carried with him as he approached.

“Spare toothbrush, unused don’t worry. A couple of my shirts so you can have something to sleep in. Just the basics I promise. Now let’s go get you settled so you can relax.” You still wanted to protest but you were too tired, emotionally exhausted and it took everything in your power not to say say anything to the officers still searching around your apartment when you let Bucky lead you out of the building.

The hotel he brought you to was a modest looking one, Hotel Indigo, a place with fair rates and up to date décor and furnishings. It took Bucky all of ten minutes to get you a room and leading you to it he let you look around as he hung back by the door. “How about you shower, try to relax, and I’ll go get you something to eat?” You just nodded at the suggestion, feeling too overwhelmed to make any real decision for yourself at the moment. Bucky left then, giving you some time alone to grab one of the shirts he’d packed for you before you disappeared inside the bathroom. It wasn’t until you were in the shower that you finally let yourself cry. Why you? Why did you have to be the target of such careless vandalism? You’d never had the best of luck, but you never thought it was so bad that you would ever find yourself in this situation. You huffed out a frustrated sigh, forcing yourself to stop crying and pull yourself together before you finally exited the shower and dried yourself off. Grabbing the shirt you slipped it on, the smell of Bucky all over it as the fabric enveloped you and concealed the curves of your body under the large shirt. Something about it made your stomach flip, the physical proof of just how much bigger than you Bucky was making your thoughts stray for a moment.

Stop it. You have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that only wants you because you’re a conquest. Stop it.

The temporary war in your mind was silenced the second you stepped out of the hotel bathroom and caught sight of Bucky reentering the room with a large box of pizza and a couple of sodas. You smiled, despite the stress you were under and climbed into the bed, missing the way Bucky’s gaze hungrily swept over you as the scent of you mixed with his own wafted towards him. He swallowed thickly, watching the expanse of your thigh come into view when you reached for the remote so that you could put on one of the movie channels and let it play in the background. Fuck. He was trying to pace himself, not wanting to push for too much too fast, but you were so close and all he wanted was to finally have you.

“I’ll just leave you to it then, call me if you need anything.” He muttered, not moving from the side of the bed where he had walked so that he could set the box of pizza down. He clearly didn’t want to leave, and the somewhat panicked look you shot him told him that you didn’t want him to go. “Or I could stay for a while if you want.” He offered, heart swelling with hope.

“Please? Just until I fall asleep...don’t really wanna be alone just yet.” You admitted, opening the pizza box to grab a slice. You hated being so vulnerable, but Bucky seemed to have no problem with how needy you were feeling. It just made you feel guilty, he wasn’t your boyfriend, and you shouldn’t be using him like this. Your mind reminded you of Bryce yet again, the guilt pushing you to grab your cell phone with your free hand and send a quick text off to Bryce to tell him that you wouldn’t be home for the next couple days due to the break in. You included the hotel name and room number just in case he cared enough to bother with checking in on you.

Somehow you doubted that he would.

That was the last you thought of Bryce before you eventually fell asleep against Bucky’s chest. Your mind taking a course all its own as your dreams had you gripping against his body in your sleep as you whimpered and moaned out his name. Arousal slick between your thighs that you weren’t even aware of, but God could he smell it. That sweet honey between your thighs was calling to him, it was for him, and that was what made him finally break.

Before he could think to stop himself he’d gently laid you back against the hotel room bed, the sight of you laying there in nothing but his shirt only making his cock stiffen under the black jeans he wore. He eased himself lower, steel blue gaze keeping a watch for any sign that he’d woken you while he ever so gently pushed your thighs apart and bunched his shirt on you up around your waist. The scent of your arousal hit him in full force then, leaving his mouth watering for just a taste of you as he lowered his face between your spread thighs to drag a slow stripe against your folds.

The taste of you nearly caused him to groan, but he stifled the sound not wanting to wake you too soon. He dragged another stripe against your slick sex, cock twitching at the mewl of pleasure that it drew out of your sleeping form. Just a taste wasn’t enough, the taste of you was quickly making him ravenous and with his flesh hand he spread your soft folds and let himself indulge. His tongue stroked and swirled over the most intimate parts of you, bringing you pleasure that you thought was nothing but a dream. Your body knew better though, shifting against the man’s mouth when his tongue pressed into your virgin hole.

“Mmmm...Bucky….” His name rolled off of your tongue sinfully, and it had him throbbing in his jeans until he was rutting against the mattress in search for some relief. His tongue fucked into you, slowly, carefully, savoring everything you gave him as he let the fleshy muscle curl inside you and explore your fluttering walls. His nose nudged against your clit, the jolt of pleasure it sent shooting through you making you whine tiredly as your hips rocked against his face. He should stop now, he knew he should, but you were too addicting, too sweet, too good...just the taste of you was overriding every bit of restraint that he had and Bucky wanted nothing more than to bring you to the brink and send you toppling over it just so he could taste you creaming against his tongue.

That desire kept him there between your thighs, tongue working in and out of you as you whimpered and whined for him in your sleep until you were finally falling apart on his tongue. It jolted you awake, chest heaving as you looked around wildly and tried to make sense of it all before your wild and worried gaze finally landed on the man between your thighs.

“B-bucky!?” You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry, you felt good but you hadn’t expected this. Not from him, not from the man you were sure saw you as nothing but a friend.

“Shh, hey! Hey it’s okay, bunny.” He murmured, coming up from between your legs to press you back into the mattress of the hotel bed. “I know, I know...you’re confused. That’s okay, I understand...it’s,” he paused with a sigh as he ran his nose against your jaw, and you could feel the slick from your cunt smearing against your skin. “It’s not how I planned it, I just couldn’t help myself when I heard you moaning my name in your sleep. You were dreamin’ bout me, holdin me so tight like you needed me.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to your lips that your body returned all on its own. You had been dreaming about him, you couldn’t deny that...but still this was a shock. “Could smell ya too...so fuckin’ sweet, God, bunny you don’t know how long I’ve dreamt ‘bout tastin’ you.” He confessed, and you nervously licked your lips, tasting yourself against them as you whimpered when the cool metal of his left hand was felt against your inner thigh.

“Bucky, I-I can’t! I have a boyfriend.” You protested weakly, and for a moment his gaze hardened.

“A boyfriend you don’t even trust to help you when you need him most.” He countered, and you let your gaze drop to his chest out of shame because that was true. There was a reason you were here with Bucky and not with Bryce. “He doesn’t know how to take care of someone as special as you, bunny. I’m always the one you come to first, I take care of you.” You don’t reply to that, and suddenly his hand was gone from your thigh and was gripping your chin as he forced you to meet his gaze.

“I take care of you, don’t I?”

You nodded, Bucky was always there. Always helping and protecting you, and never asking anything in return.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, but Bry—” He cut you off with a searing kiss that left you breathless and trembling under him.

“I just want to take care of you, bunny. ‘s’all I ever wanted since I met you. Let me take care of you...” He almost sounded desperate, almost needy, and you had to wonder if he would stop if you asked him. You wouldn’t find out, your mouth opening and answering before your brain could catch up.

“Okay, Bucky.” Your voice was a meek little whisper, but he heard it all the same and those metal digits were between your legs in an instant. You whined again, hips shifting against the cool metal as they pressed between your folds and he teased a single finger inside you carefully.

“Gotta stretch you out first, ‘s so tight. Don’t wanna hurt you, sweet girl.” He cooed as his thumb settled against your throbbing clit. The contrast of the cool metal against your burning flesh only heightened the sensation and it was all you could do to grip onto Bucky’s arm as your fingers tried to find purchase against the metal prosthetic.

Bryce had never made you feel this good, his fingers weren’t nearly as skilled and he never bothered to go down on you. All he ever tried to do was try to get you off as quickly as he could so he could attempt to guilt you into letting him be the first to fuck you.

But Bucky was taking his time, easing you open on his fingers and taking you apart almost methodically. With one finger carefully curled and pumping into your tight channel he was already working a second orgasm out of your sensitive little cunt. It only took the gentlest of strums against your clit from his thumb before you were clenching around that single digit, and Bucky took the moment to slide a second into you just at that moment. It had you gasping, body jumping away from his insistent fingers as they continued to work themselves in and out of you as you squirmed against the mattress.

Two orgasms in and Bucky seemed to want to push you to a third. It felt good at first, but now it was starting to feel like too much. You’d always stopped at one when touching yourself, and with Bryce one wasn’t even always guaranteed. The third orgasm wasn’t far off, and Bucky coaxed you through it with sweet kisses against your throat before he finally gave in to the urge to leave his mark against your skin. You didn’t even realize that he’d done it, too caught up in the moment of mindless pleasure to even care about the dark mark he’d sucked and bit into your flesh. You could only whine in protest when his fingers slid out of your quivering hole, the sudden feeling of being empty making you feel needy.

Bucky only shushed you, quickly working himself out of his clothes before slotting his thick body between your thighs. You tensed then, reluctantly letting him hold your thighs apart when you tried to close them and scoot up the bed. “I-I’ve never…”

“It’s okay, I know.” He admitted, and it left you wondering if you’d ever confessed that to him before. He kissed you again, pressed you into the stiff mattress until you were pliant under him and you could feel the swollen and blunt head of his leaking cock as it ran through your folds. He let your juices and cream coat his length, his hands sliding under his shirt that you still wore. “Just relax.” He urged, prodding against your entrance carefully. “Be my good girl, and let me in.” He muttered against your lips, and something in you flipped. You wanted to be his good girl, you wanted to show him just how much you did want him and trust him. You could give him this, not because he deserved it or earned it with good behavior, but because you didn’t want anyone else to have this moment but him. If you had known the truth of how he’d gotten you to this point you might have thought twice about that. You didn’t though, and so you nodded, silently urging him on. Bucky grinned, finally pushing into you and making you gasp and cling to him. His fingers hardly compared to the feeling of his thick cock claiming you for the first time, and the pain brought stinging tears to your eyes as you peered up at him.

He groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him, and the sight of your tears made his cock throb inside you. He took his time at first, slow thrusts that had you taking more and more of him inch by inch until he felt impossibly deep inside you. The pain slowly blended into pleasure and before you knew it your whimpers of discomfort had twisted into little pleas for more as your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. Bucky’s thrusts grew harder then, drawing a loud cry of pleasure out of you that had the person in the next room over banging on the wall for you two to shut up. You ignored it, feeling too good wrapped around Bucky’s cock to care who heard you or what complaints they had. You were too busy begging him for more, a chant of “Fuck me, daddy.” and “Harder! Please, more!” on your lips.

Bucky swore he’d never heard a more beautiful sound, and hearing you call him daddy was nearly his undoing. His thumb found your clit, drawing quick circles against it as he pushed you over the edge again. The tight squeeze of your walls around him as they convulsed and pulled him deeper making his head fall back with a loud groan. “Fuck! Bunny, you’re a goddamn dream.” He praised, voice a low gravelly husk against your ear as he continued to rut into you while your nails dragged down his back hard enough that you were sure you’d broken the skin. Bucky hardly cared, he’d be healed by the time morning came, and the pain only added a certain edge to his pleasure that had him bucking his hips harder into you.

“My fucking dream.” He growled out, causing you to reply in a desperate moan as he all but fucked you into the mattress. Bucky reared back then, vibranium hand lazily curling around your throat and simply resting there like a promise. “You’re mine,” He asserted, and you mewled in agreement, too lost to the pleasure to even consider denying him. “I’m your first, gonna be your last.” He added just the smallest bit of pressure against your throat then, and you clenched around him in response so hard that for a second he lost his rhythm. “Shit...you’re such a good girl.” He muttered, taking a moment to regain his sense of control before spilled sooner than he wanted.

In the back of your mind you could hear that bothersome voice trying to remind you of Bryce, but he didn’t matter. Not now, he was the last person you wanted to think about. “When you wake up in the morning you’re gonna call that little bastard and break it off with him.” It was an order, there was no mistaking it and when you hesitated to reply whether it be from the overwhelming pleasure of Bucky’s cock fucking the thoughts from your mind and his thumb still circling against your clit, or because he thought you were still trying to hold on to your relationship with Bryce, Bucky’s grip tightened further.

“You’re gonna break it off with him, or ‘m gonna take care of him just like I did with all the rest.”

Your eyes flew open at that, mouth opening to try and demand he elaborate only for that to be the moment that a mind shattering orgasm hit. All that left you was a wordless cry, body arching up from the bed as you gushed around Bucky’s cock and fell back trembling. He gave in to his own pleasure then, unable to hold off any longer and with a loud shout he surged forward and let his spend paint your walls while he fucked you through his orgasm until he was sure your body had squeezed every last drop from him.

Bucky collapsed beside you, gathering you up in his arms so that he could hold you close and bask in the post sex high that settled around you two.

You were too far gone to think about the threat and confession he’d made, not wanting to deal with the implications of it just yet. For the moment you just wanted to be there, mind empty and body blissfully exhausted.

“Never letting you go, bunny. I mean it, you’re mine.”

It was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep...and the first thing you heard was knocking at the hotel room door.

And the sound of Bryce on the other side demanding that you let him in.

#bucky barnes x woc!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic #woc!reader #black!reader #trilla writes

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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𝙍.𝘿. – Smut

mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles and headcanons.

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘋𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Controlled - CEO!ransom x camgirl!black!reader

Love Me

Multiplying

plastic - sex pollen

Powerpuff - plus size!reader

Stress Relief

@agentofbarnes -

floating

no shame

@angrythingstarlight - A Word of Advice

@avintagekiss24 -

Hunted

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@bluemusickid - A Deal with Drysdale.

@buckyownsmylife -

he hears you say your ex was better at oral

sunrise - jealous!ransom

you play strip twister together

@bunkerbucky - Got What He Wanted

@carolmaximoffs - teacher’s pet - college au, tutor!reader, virgin!reader, innocent!reader

@chrissquares -

Baby Daddy

I Like Trouble - bratty!reader

@chuckbass-love -

Hood Sex

The New Teacher - single dad!ransom, teacher!reader

Your Filthy Addiction

@cloudystevie -

73) “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

bratty - DDLG

her cherry lips on his whiskey flavoured kiss - soft!ransom

@dadplease - a lesson to remember - dark!daddy!ransom x little!reader, DDLG

@donutloverxo - Vanilla

@drabblewithfrannybarnes -

Anything - wife!reader

A Valentine’s Cockfectionery

Cam Boy Ransom series - camboy!ransom

Cookies & Cream

Flesh of My Flesh - dark, dark religious themes, blasphemy

Sweet Smell of Golf

@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!Andy & ransom (twins) x reader

@fairyevans -

Deserves A Picture

Pool Party For Two

[Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader

@holdontorogers - Voulez-vous

@honeydulcewrites - smoking a blunt with Ransom

@kaiparker-avengerssmut - Online lessons

@kinanabinks - Leather Wallet, Velvet Purse

@needleandhammer - Fruition - soft dark!ransom, governor's daughter!reader

@ozarkthedog -

Fallen Leaves and Dirty Knees

Spit Kink HC

@punani - a man of god - priest!ransom, religious elements

@quietmyfearswith - perfect fit - tailor au, fashion designer!ransom

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Brat Tamer - bratty!reader

Daddy

Dirty Picture

Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve

Model Misbehavior - model!ransom

Our Little Secret

Piercings - part 1 is steve, part 2 is ransom

Possessive!Ransom ask

Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome - andy x reader, ari x reader

Restraint

Rouse

Simple Request

Tete-a-tete

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom x black/woc! actress!reader

@steebsbabygirl - Pretty, Pleated Skirt

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork -

Can’t Wait, Can You

Needs

Ransom finds out you have a Alpha Kink. Guess what he wants you to call him during sex

Ransom really doesn't like you calling him Hugh

You Can’t Get Better Than A Thrombey

@sweeterthanthis -

Kinktober Drabbles Day 4: Creampie - Ransom Drysdale

That’s My Girl

Ripped Of Innocence - soft dark!ransom x religious!reader

@the-iceni-bitch -

Exhibition kink/drunk sex

Fighting All Night

Introducing Chaos

Let's Make a Mess

Sacrilege

Sex Against the Window

Sweet Revenge - ransom drysdale x reader x random female BGC

The Pleasure and the Certainty

@threeminutesoflife - Have You Any Wool?

@peachyteague - become a freak with my body

@wanderinglunarnights - Restraint

@wiypt-writes - Barking Up The Wrong Tree

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sunflowersteves · 4 years

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cap-n-stuff’s marvel fic rec ~ 1

↳ so here’s my very long overdue fic rec! The bucky list is hella long and I’m not even half way done so there will be another one! In the second one, I’m going to add peggy/nat/wanda/more erik & more steve :) also pls pls pls if any of you have Sam Wilson fics I will gladly read it and put it on here! Sam is really lacking fanfics :( anyway, a big big thanks to all of the writers!! y’all are amazing and wonderful and I love all of you with my whole heart.

Key:

✧: complete series

❀: uncomplete series

❥: oneshot

✰: headcanon/drabble

Bucky Barnes

❀ Strictly Sugar by @kittykatlow, Dark!Bucky x Reader

✰ Boxer!Bucky HC by @wienerbarnes, Boxer AU!Bucky Barnes x Professional Trainer!Reader

❥ A Great Big Wide World by @buck-gnasty, Bucky Barnes x Blind!Reader

❥ Wish You Were Here by @world-of-aus, Biker AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧The Assassins by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x X-23!Reader

❥ What It Takes by @cherienymphe, Mafia AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mine by @cherrypickertheory, Jealous!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Attention by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Guardian by @wienerbarnes, Demon AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Was It A Mistake by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V] ~ Bucky Barnes x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ I Hate You by @sokkasangel, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Benefits by @cherrypickertheory, Friends w/ Benefits!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Heart to a Gunfight by @lailannajacobs, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ The Soldier’s Weakness by @jadeylovesmarvelmainxo, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mirror by @cherrypickertheory, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Kool Aid by @buckybarnesplumwhore, WinterWitch x Black!Reader

✰ No Regrets by @kitkatd7, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ A Bad Day Made Better by @buckybarney, Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ My Roomates Boyfriend by @angstysebfan, Modern AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ A Queen And Her Knight by @buckybarnesplumwhore, Knight!Bucky x Queen Reader (black reader)

✧ Pulling Away by @rogerslovesstark, [part I] [part II], Cheating!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Life Before You by @world-of-aus, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Life Is Sweet As Dessert With You In It by @hailmary-yramliah, Mobster AU!Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Reader

✰ Thighs by @cherrypickertheory, Thigh Riding!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Not About Angels by @lailannajacobs, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Steady Love by @buckybarney, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ What Do I Do by @buckys-broody-muffin, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Family Matters by @world-of-aus. Mobster AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Under the Sheets by @vanderlustwords, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Crush by @cherrypickertheory, Soft!Bucky x Reader

❀ The Wolf of Wall Street by @hailmary-yramliah, Stockbroker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Mr. & Mrs. Barnes by @cherrypickertheory, Mr and Mrs. Smith AU, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Code Name: Last Resort by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ StarkHub.com by @hailmary-yramliah, Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Like Your Eyes by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader

✰ Come Up The Years by @kittykatlow, Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Missed You, Missed Home by @buckybarney, Soft!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❀ Solace by @tuiccim, [part I], [part II], [part III], [part IV], [part V], [part VI], [part VII], [part VIII], [part IX] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

✧ Always The Friend by @angstysebfan, [part I], [part II] ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ Spooky and Mrs. Barnes by @fandomsandxfiles-writes, 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

❥ James And The Siren by @helahades, Prewar!Bucky Barnes x Black/WOC!Siren

❥ Silence by @bugsbucky, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Steve Rogers

✰ Reunited by @stargazingfangirl18, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ A Day In The Snow by @kitkatd7, Steve Rogers x Reader

✧ After You by @vanderlustwords, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Long Wait Time by @tuiccim, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Can’t Give You Love by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

❥ Circles by @lailannajacobs, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ The List by @cass4nova, Steve Rogers x Reader

✰ On Steve Shaving Your Head by @helahades, Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

✧ Betrayed by @rogerslovesstark, [part I], [part II] ~ Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter

❥ Bad Girl, Good Boy by @hailmary-yramliah, Steve Rogers x Reader

❥ Love Will Remember by @burninmatches, Steve Rogers x Reader

Erik Killmonger

❥ SugarBabe by @dreamingofmilk, CEO AU!Erik Killmonger x Reader

✰ Imagine Erik Killmonger Promising You That You’ll Be Queen One Day by @sweatergirlsposts, Erik Killmonger x Reader

❥ Cheers, To Me by @tgigoldie, Erik Killmonger x Black!Reader

Stucky x Reader

Vacation by @cherrypickertheory, Stucky x Reader

❥ Strip Poker Turns Into Something Else by @hailmary-yramliah, Stucky x Reader

❥ Toxic by @burninmatches, Stucky x Reader

Sam Wilson x Reader

❀ Office Affairs by @dumbchickwrites, CEO! AU!Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Desert Days by @cass4nova, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Fireman Sam by @buckysknifecollection, Firefighter AU!Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ We Are Friends by @supraveng, Sam Wilson x Reader

❀ Blue Shade by @the-wintershade, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Perfect by @kittykatlow, Sam Wilson x Reader

✰ Nervous by @dreamwritesimagines, Sam Wilson x Reader

✧ Coming Back to Life by @luke-o-lophus, [part I], [part II] ~ Sam Wilson x Indian/Desi Reader Friendship

❥ Browned Butter by @sapphirescrolls, Sam Wilson x Black!Reader

✰ Take Care by @lilbabycee, Sam Wilson x Reader

❥ Reporting For Booty by @littlesliceofmarvel, Sam Wilson x Reader

#fic reccomendations #fic rec #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson fanfiction #erik killmonger x reader #marvel fic rec #marvel #stucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #erik kilmonger #sam wilson

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nastybuckybarnes · 5 years

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Importance - Five

Bucky Barnes X WOC!Teacher!Reader AU

Pairing: Bucky X WOC!Teacher!Reader

Summary: A student’s father catches your eye and his daughter steals your heart. However falling for him might be the most dangerous decision of your life, for his job leaves virtually no room for anyone who could possibly be a liability.

Chapter Summary: An incident with Violet and three men lead you to James’ mysterious place of work, where you’ll figure out just what you’re getting yourself into.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Fluff, lil bit of creepy stuff, language,

Word Count: 2K

A/N: I will be without my laptop for a week so I’m trying to get stuff up and posted. Oops.idk bro

SOME TAGS AREN’T WORKING!!

MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST

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“The Christmas concert is next week! Oh, I’m so excited! I can hardly wait!” Violet exclaims as you comb her hair.

“Yeah, I’m excited too.” Are you mainly just excited to have dinner with her and her father after? Maybe.

Since that day, you and he have shared more than a few steamy make-out sessions, one ending with his hand up your shirt and your hand down his pants.

Is it wrong? Probably.

Will you stop? Probably not.

“Are you ready to go to the bakery?” You ask, smiling as she nods excitedly.

You help her into her shoes, then walk out the door with her, making sure to lock it behind you.

Your walk is nice. Kind of quiet for a little while but Violet easily fixes that.

When you’re about a block away from the bakery, you get the strange sense of being followed.

“Violet, we’re gonna take a little detour, okay?” You ask, squeezing her hand reassuringly. You take a few left turns, glancing over your shoulder a tad more than necessary, but you’re glad you do.

Three men are following you and Violet, each wearing leather jackets with a strange symbol on the left arm.

You dig your hand through your purse until you find your phone and carefully punch in the emergency number Bucky gave you.

“This is Agent Barnes speaking.” You furrow your brows but decide to save the questions for later.

“It’s (Y/n). Three men are following Violet and I. We were on our way to the bakery and I don’t know how long they’ve been following us for. I don’t want to walk back to my house and walking to your house will take too long. I-I don’t know what to do.” You make sure to keep your voice low, not wanting to scare Violet.

“Alright, stay calm and don’t run. Walk, don’t run. If you can, make your way back to the bakery and stay there. If you can’t then find a populated area with plenty of exits. Keep note of your surroundings and if you see any of their faces memorize what you can. I’m sending an agent to pick the two of you up. He’ll pick the two of you up and bring you out of the city then back in the where I am. His name is Sam Wilson. Have him show you three forms of ID. He’s a medium height man with dark skin and buzzed hair. He’s got brown eyes and a gap between his front teeth. If anyone else claims to be him, call the police then call me.” You take a few deep breaths then nod, mostly to yourself.

“Alright. When should I expect Sam?” You can hear him talking to someone as you bring Violet towards the bakery.

“Five minutes tops. Buy violet a few treats, I’ll pay you back for them, and get yourself some stuff too. The food here isn’t the best and I’m not sure how long it’ll be ‘till you two get home.” You take a few deep breaths as the bakery comes into view. “Okay, we’re almost there. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“Alright. See you soon.” You hang up the phone and push the door open, ushering Violet in before you. When the door closes you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding then walk up to the counter with Violet in tow.

“Hi, how may I help you?” The cheerful woman asks, smiling at the two of you.

“Could we please get three of your double fudge brownies, two croissants, a bottle of apple juice, one of those ham sandwiches, and a large caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso?” She rings it all up and nods. “Sounds perfect. That’ll be nineteen dollars flat.” You hand her three tens, insisting that she keep the change.

She starts packaging your order and hands it all over with a smile.

You and Violet thank the woman then sit down at one of the cute little tables by the windows.

“We’re not gonna be walking home, Okay Violet? We’re gonna go visit your daddy, instead.” She smiles excitedly while sipping her apple juice.

A dark-skinned man pushes the door open and looks to you and Violet, smiling a gap-toothed smile at you.

“I’m Sam Wilson.” You nod then remember what Bucky told you.

“Can I see three forms of ID please?” He nods and shows you his drivers licence, and two different federal ID’s with badges on them.

“Alright. Come on, Violet. It’s time to go.” She takes your hand and walks with you and Sam to the sleek black car waiting outside.

You strap her in the back, biting your bottom lip nervously as you notice the lack of a car seat.

“Please be careful. Sh-she doesn’t have her car seat,” you whisper while sliding into the front seat beside Sam. He nods, buckling up. his seatbelt while you do the same.

He pulls goes to drive when you grab his arm.

“Those three right there, those are the guys,” you whisper while motioning with your chin to the men coming around the corner, their heads turned to the windows of the bakery, no doubt looking for you and Violet.

“Got them on the dash cam. Let’s get out of here now,” He murmurs, eyes hardening as he drives away.

The ride is long and quiet, you internally freaking out while sipping your coffee while Violet drinks her apple juice in the back.

“It’s okay. They’re not following and we’re almost there.” You look over at Sam, smiling a pained smile at him then turning back to the front and taking a few deep breaths.

When he parks in front of a large modern building and gets out of the car you climb out as well, helping Violet out and following Sam into the building.

He scans his ID at the door and types in a long passkey, winking at you as the door opens.

You follow him inside and into the elevator.

“Barnes’ office is on the tenth floor. Well, the whole floor is basically his,” Sam informs, watching you closely as you fidget.

The doors open and you walk out with Violet, relief flooding you as you see Bucky.

“Hey, are you guys okay?” He asks, hurrying over to the two of you. Violet hugs him tightly and smiles. “Hi, daddy! I missed you.” He smiles and picks her up, walking over to you and taking your hand.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)?” You nod, although your shaking hands tell a different story.

“Hey, Violet, why don’t you go over to the couch and colour. I’ve got some colouring books and crayons under the table. I need to talk to Miss (Y/l/n) for a minute.” He glances over your shoulder and Sam steps forwards. “Could you watch Violet for a few minutes.” He nods and heads over to the five-year-old, smiling as she hands him a colouring book.

Bucky takes your hand and pulls you down a hallway and through a door.

Inside the room, is a large bed and a dresser.

He sits you on the bed and you take a few deep breaths.

“W-why were they following us? What do they want?” He crouches down in front of you and takes your hands in his, holding your gaze.

“I’m not sure who they are or what they wanted, but I’ll check out the dash cam footage and see what we come up with. Until then, I don’t want you going anywhere alone.” Tears well up in your eyes and you sniffle, pulling one of your trembling hands away from him to wipe your cheeks.

“I don’t know why I’m freaking out. I just… I felt so helpless. There was no way for me to protect Violet and if something happened to her…” you trail off and try to take deep breaths, failing epically.

“Hey, hey! You’re okay. Violet’s okay and you’re both safe here. I promise.” He pulls you into a tight embrace and kisses the top of your head.

“You did the right thing. You called me and I told you what to do and everything worked out. Everyone is safe.” You sniffle and nod, looking up at him.

“I… I was scared. I didn’t… but now I’m with you and everything’s okay,” you breathe the words and look up into his eyes, smiling slightly as he cups your cheeks.

“And that’s how it’ll stay when you’re with me.” With that, he leans up and kisses your lips gently.

It’s an innocent and comforting kiss, nothing too frantic or desperate, and it makes you relax.

When he pulls away, you smile.

“Alright. Now you have free reign of this floor. I’ve got a few things to do for work still and then we’ll figure out what’s going on, okay? Feel free to sleep here or on the couch if you get tired, and I’ve got a fridge full of snacks and a few kinds of cereal somewhere in that tiny kitchen.”

He leads you out of the bedroom and to the main open space. “My office is just through that door over there if you need anything. The tv is hooked up to Netflix and I should have a few movies here too if you or Violet want to watch anything.” You nod and smile at Violet as she comes running to the two of you.

“Miss (Y/l/n) can we watch some TV?” She asks desperately, the most adorable smile on her face.

“Of course. Let’s go.”

~*~

“Goodnight honey. If you need anything, Me and Miss (Y/l/n) will be in the bedroom. Okay?” Violet nods and cuddles up under the blankets, a smile on her face as Mickey Mouse plays on the TV.

Bucky closes the bedroom door and sighs, looking at you almost sheepishly.

“I uh... I guess I have some explaining to do, huh?” He asks while scratching the nape of his neck.

“Well, considering the fact that you picked up the phone and called yourself Detective and I had men following me and your daughter, yeah.” He sits on the foot of the bed beside you and nods, avoiding your eyes.

“I uh... I’m Agent James Barnes with the FBI. We’ve been working a case for months, trying to crack down on a large scale crime organization. But we haven’t exactly been successful. We think they’re onto us and that makes it dangerous for anyone involved in our lives. You and Violet included.”

You ponder this for a moment, keeping your eyes on your hands.

“So... they know who I am?” He sighs heavily and nods. “It’s... very very likely that they have an idea of your connection to me. And I understand if you want to leave. I haven’t had many partners because of my job, and I know Violet’s really attached to you but I’m sure I can figure something out.”

You take his hand and smile, “I’m not gonna just leave you because of this. I care about you and I care about Violet. So... I’m ready to take proper precautions to keep Violet and myself safe.” He looks up at you in shock. “Y-you mean that?” You giggle and nod.

“Of course I mean that. You and Violet are the two most important people in my life. I’m not gonna run away with my tail between my legs because somebody is upset.” He grabs your cheeks and kisses you fiercely, obviously relieved by your reaction.

When he pulls away there are tears glistening in his eyes. “Thank you.” You kiss his lips gingerly then climb up the bed, laying down under the covers.

“I can... sleep on the floor if you’d like.” You shake your head and pat the spot next to you, inviting him to join you.

“If you’re sure.” You nod and close your eyes for a moment. “I’m more than sure. Goodnight, James.” He kisses your cheek while climbing under the covers with you. “Goodnight, (Y/n).”

~*~

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thefanficfaerie · 7 years

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Weekly Reading List 38

Weekly Recommendations get posted every Thursday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome @wonders-of-the-enterprise.

Wonder Woman Steve Trevor Don’t Let Me Go Tonight by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Game of Thrones Robb Stark Colors by @steves-starsandstripes

Jon Snow

Avengers Steve Rogers Hesitant by @floatingpetals Harbinger of Doom Part 2/Part 3 by @my-emotional-self NSFW Impromptu Boyfriend by @thepokyone Strip It Down by @alternateafterthought Framed Photos by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord WOC!Reader Light in the Dark by @language-rxgers Mixology by @emilyevanston NSFW Sledgehammer Part 12/Part 13 by @tilltheendwilliwrite NSFW Heart and Soul by @kalliria Everything’s Better With a Beard by @4theluvofall NSFW Hands Off by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord WOC!reader

Tony Stark Hydra Hotel Stays by @oneshot-twoshot-redshot-blueshot Just A Dream by @let-it-go-and-let-it-live 2 am by @alternateafterthought Midnight Talks by @imagine-the-fluff Iron Man and Mrs. King Part 10/Part 11 by @goodnightwife Five Stages of Love by @secondxreality Without a Fight by @captain-brns It Will Be Perfect by @not-moose-one-shots That’s My Boy by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers with Peter Parker

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Fuel to Fire Part 1/Part 2 by @avasparks NSFW Savages by @avasparks NSFW All the Things You Can Have (and the One Thing You Can’t). by @emilyevanston Decades Dance by @marvelous-fvcks

Law and Order: SVU Rafael Barba Reception by @hiddndaydreams I’ll Wait For You by @mrsrafaelbarba The Shameful Scavenger Hunt by @ohbelieveyoume Critical Part 4 by @miamorbarba

Star Trek Jim Kirk The Room Where It Happens by @musikat18 Its Fine and Its Nothing by @a-confused-turtle Marriage Material Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9 by @enterprisewriting Things Unsaid by @mybullshitsensesaretingling Accustomed to Her Face by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse Lullaby by @taylorjacksonandtheolympians

Leonard McCoy Night on the Town Part 13 by @all-sortsa-stuff Living, Not Surviving by @outside-the-government Jumping to Conclusions by @writingwithadinosaur Sunshine and Shattered Glass by @the-space-goddess-16

McKirk Begin Again/Part 2 by @pinkamour1588

Jim x Reader X Bones

NCIS Tony DiNozzo Stay With Me by @littledizzyhurricane Late Night by @whatcha-gonna-do-about-it-huh

Tropes AU Atlantis by @kalliria Steve Rogers

Soulmate AU Operations Soulmate Part 1/Part 2 by @a-splash-of-stucky Steve Rogers The Color Red by @imaginativemarvel Steve Rogers No Sleep Til Brooklyn Part 9 by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Steve Rogers

Daddy!Character You Found My Arms Not A Moment Too Soon by @thatgirlwhosalwayssinging Rafael Barba

A/B/O Dynamics

Modern AU Boundaries Part 9 by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Steve Rogers Billion Dollar Man Part 6 by @marvelous-fvcks Tony Stark Happenstance by @redgillan Steve Rogers

Misc Fandoms Afraid by @writefasttalkevenfaster Aaron Hotchner Peace of Mind by @coyoteimagines Eomer

Chris Evans Getting Back with Chris by @ohevansmycaptain Helping Scott Hustle Chris by @ohevansmycaptain Jealous by @sincerelysaraahh Luckiest Girls in the World by @mightyshieldevans

Mood Boards

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angryschnauzer · 7 years

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Moodboard Masterpost

CURRENT MOODBOARD ASK STATUS:

CLOSED

How to request a moodboard: Send me an ASK. It is important that you do it this way, not reply to a post or message me, this way i keep the ask in my inbox until it’s done so i know how many i still need to do.

What can i ask for: You can ask for pretty much anything, the exception what is on the exclusion list below (and those are usually there because there has been so many of them for that character or theme). Send me as much or as little information as you want, but the more info you send the more to your imagination i can make the moodboard. If you want naughty/porny, specify that you want NSFW.

YOU CANNOT REQUEST NSFW IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

Although i don’t accept anon asks, if you want to be kept anon say so on your ask and i won’t mention you when i post the moodboard, and will instead send you a link to it.

How many can i ask for? I’ve had this question a few times, so lets say 3 please. Any more than that and i’ll make a note of them but leave a gap between them so i can fit other peoples in.

What if there is already a moodboard for my idea but its not exactly what i had in mind? So pop into my inbox and tell me what you would like different? Change of OC? Change of Locations? Change of Colour theme? If its something i feel i can redo i’ll let you know.

Any asks not being accepted: No restrictions.

Links to completed moodboards:

For Stories:

All That Glitters (Lance Tucker) by @siren-kitten-his

Amends (AU Sebastian Stan/Tom Hiddleston Love Triangle) by @eve1978

Life Lessons (AU School Teacher Sebastian x OC Beautiful Fluff) by @marvel-lucy

The Void (Chase Collins - Sequel to The Covenant - Suspense) by @sebbys-girl

Winter Shadow (Bucky Barnes Suspense/Love Story) by @marvel-lucy

Their Secret (Bucky Barnes x Reader smut) by @angryschnauzer

Wrecked Tumblr Link / AO3 Link (Merman Bucky x Mermaid OC Anja x Sailor Steve) by @siren-kitten-his

Expiatio (AU Priest Sam Winchester x OC Claire) by @peskipixi

Multi Person:

Fluffy Stucky Wedding NSFW Stucky Honeymoon NSFW Poly Relationship TJ Hammond x Syd from ‘London’ x OC NSFW Seb x Chris x OC Dom/Sub Pet Play NSFW Steve x Bucky x Plus Size OC Love Triangle/Threesome NSFW Chris x Seb x OC Poly Relationship Fluffy Stucky Tarts & Vicars Party Tom x Chris x Seb xOC Fluffy TJ Hammond & Chris Evans Wedding Day Stucky Blindfold Stargate Stucky Lazy Domestic Stucky NSFW Poly Relationship Hugh Jackman x Michael Fassbender x OC NSFW Nick Gant x Chase Collins x OC Threesome Modern Military Tom Hiddleston & Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan:

Actor AU:

Dad Seb Married Seb with Dogs and a House Wedding Day Seb Rainy Day Seb Seb & WOC Fallen Angel Seb Demon Seb & WOC Gym Seb Nature Reserve Seb (with lots of cats) Mechanic Seb Satan Seb (a little NSFW) Werewolf Seb Seb & Burgundy Tones NSFW Seb Vampire Seb Merman Seb Christmas Seb Red Carpet Seb Rockstar Seb Hufflepuff Seb Seb & Katie Cassidy 1970′s AU Spy Seb & WOC NSFW Dom Seb Get Well Soon Sofa Cuddles Seb Walk in the park with Seb Seb and Kat Dennings

Bucky: Bucky & WOC Alpha A/B/O Bucky Winter Soldier Bucky 1940′s Bucky Writer Bucky Pre-war Cowboy Bucky Bucky/Winter Soldier and Hayley Marshall (The Vampire Diaries) Animal/Park Ranger Bucky Photographer Bucky with Plus Size Muse NSFW Elopement Wedding Bucky Feminist Bucky Bucky & OC Adopt a Puppy Bucky and Dancer OC meeting in a mental health facility, teaching him to play the piano

Lance Tucker: Husband Lance Lance & WOC Dad Lance Blue Tones Lance Red Tones Lance NSFW Lance Fucking You Against The Wall Feminist Lance

TJ Hammond: Dad TJ

Jefferson: Woodland Jefferson Jefferson’s Scar - Dark NSFW Rainy Day Jefferson NSFW Dom Jefferson NSFW Jefferson & Leather Jefferson Wedding - Woodland Elopement Ceremony NSFW Jefferson and Woodland Mermaid

Chris Beck: Dad Chris Beck with Homebirth Chris and Galaxy Space Goddess

Hal Carter: NSFW Hal Carter

Chase Collins: NSFW AU Demon Chase Collins Magic Chase Collins NSFW Dom Chase Collins

Blaine: Blaine

Chris Evans:

Actor AU:

New Dad Chris

Dad Chris AU Professor Evans based on Esquire shoot NSFW Art Teacher/Gardner Chris (with cats) Fluffy Lumberjack Chris NSFW Lumberjack Chris Wedding Day Chris Vampire Chris & WOC NSFW Dom Chris NSFW Mechanic Chris Christmas Chris Chris & Amanda Seyfried Chris & Kat Dennings Chris & Julianne Hough Red Carpet Chris Tap Dance Chris Gardner Chris Chris & Rhianna (Mermaid AU) Cowboy Chris Chris & Aja Naomi King with Red Tones NSFW Wedding Night Chris Chris and Nicole Beharie with tropical theme NSFW Call of Duty Chris with Redhead

Steve Rogers: Artist Steve Alpha A/B/O Steve Pre Serum Steve Sun God Steve

Jensen (from ‘The Losers’) First Date with Jensen Jake Jensen and Alexandra Daddario

Johnny Storm Johnny & Enhanced OC - Fire & Ice Date with Johnny

Tom Hiddleston:

Actor AU:

NSFW Professor Hiddleston with Glasses of Doom Beauty and the Beast Tom Hiddles as a Writer NSFW Gentleman Dom Tom Exercise Tom Glasses Tom (Theatre Director Tom) NSFW dd/lg Tom x Plus size OC Version 1 NSFW dd/lg Tom x Plus size OC Version 2 NSFW Kinky Tom based on ‘Interview’ shoot NSFW Adult Book/Toy Store Own Tom NSFW-ish Tom as a Modern Day Jareth The Goblin King from The Labyrinth

Misha Collins:

Castiel:

NSFW Dom Castiel in the Rain

Karl Urban:

Actor AU: Karl & WOC on Easter Sunday NSFW Karl Picnic & Skinny Dipping Flirty Karl

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy:

Dom Dr McCoy

Hugh Jackman

NSFW Dom Hugh

Michael Fassbender

Daddy Kink Michael

Jensen Ackles

Dean Winchester NSFW Bubble Bath with Dean NSFW Dean & Plus Size Librarian Dean Winchester & Gina Torres - The Human Impala

Chris Hemsworth

NSFW Chris H

Amanda Seyfried

Actress AU: Amanda & Alan Cumming

Luke Evans

Actor AU Grifter Rhianna and her mark Luke Evans

Henry Cavill

Actor AU NSFW Henry Cavill

Hugh Jackman

Logan/Wolverine NSFW Days Of Future Past Logan

Josh Dun

Musician AU Vampire Josh

#moodboard

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 & 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 — 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

Includes: Chris Evans - Steve Rogers - Ransom Drysdale - Andy Barber - Curtis Everett - Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) - Ari Levinson - Jake Jensen - Frank Adler - Johnny Storm - Colin Shea - "Me" - Mike Weiss - Jake Wyler

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 ➺ 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨

╭ Read the warnings for each fic. Includes fics with non-Chris Evans characters. ╯

*New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by author.

@andysbubba - four's company - ceo(s) au, andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

@angrythingstarlight -

[Call in Sick] - bucky barnes x reader, boss!andy [Disciplinary Action] - bucky barnes x reader, andy barber x reader

Wicked Little Games - mob au, bratty!reader x mafia!steve, reader x bodyguard!bucky, reader x bodyguard!andy barber

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

@awesomerextyphoon - Speculum Cupido - dark, dark!steve rogers x reader x dark!ransom drysdale

@captainapple - Whatever It Takes - dark, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!steve rogers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - Not The Only One - ex spouses, dark!andy, dark!jake jensen

@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!andy & ransom drysdale (twins) x reader

@fairyevans - [Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader

@lahyene - Eavesdropping. - steve rogers x reader ft. johnny storm (as steve’s brother)

@navybrat817 - Overtime - jake jensen x reader, bucky barnes x reader

@nsfwsebbie - you better not shout, better not cry. - dark, dark!sebastian stan x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader, dark!lee bodecker x reader, dark!charles blackwood x reader, dark!chris evans x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!ransom drysdale x reader, dark!andy barber x reader.

@ozarkthedog - Proviso - CEO!chris evans x reader, andy barber x reader

@river-soul - A Different Kind of Love - A/B/O, alpha!andy barber x omega!reader x beta!jake jensen

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc! reader, ransom drysdale x bi!woc!reader

@sinner-as-saint - Devilish. - drysdale twins (ransom & steve) x waitress!reader

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Afterthought - biker au, biker!andy barber x reader, biker!ari levinson x reader

[Dare] [Truth] [Consequences] - Consequences: andy barber x reader, past ransom drysdale x reader

Ensnared Masterlist - dark, ransom drysdale x reader, minor mr. freezy (robert pronge) x reader

Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve

Necessary Arrangements Masterlist - mob au, different reader x each character - andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale

Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome

Taken - dark, prison au, dark!andy barber x reader x dark!ransom drysdale x dark!steve rogers

@starryevermore - she gets the flowers - ransom drysdale x reader, steve rogers x reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

@sweetlyscared - A Simple Solution - soulmate au, andy barber x reader, ari levinson x reader, andy barber x reader x ari levinson

@the-iceni-bitch - Religious Kink with Jake and Colin

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nastybuckybarnes · 5 years

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Importance - Four

Bucky Barnes X WOC!Teacher!Reader AU

Pairing: Bucky X WOC!Teacher!Reader

Chapter Summary: Trick-or-treating with Nat and Steve leads to revelations. Because he’s away so much, Violet starts pushing Bucky away, only to come to you instead.

Chapter Warnings: Fluff, Racial Curiosity, Fluff, Language, Minor Angst,

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: Um… so I really liked this??? Waaaaaaayyyyy long overdue. I’m so sorry but some of the tags aren’t working. Send me an ask if you’ve changed your username please!!!

SOME TAGS AREN’T WORKING!!

MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST

~*~

It’s been three weeks since you woke up on the couch belonging to one James Barnes. Three weeks since you shared coffee and pancakes with him and his daughter. Three weeks since your relationship with the man began to change.

Every time he picks her up from school the two of you share longing looks and the occasional lust-filled glance (mostly from him). Every night she spends at your house or you spend at theirs, is a night you become closer to what may be the absolute sweetest girl you’ve ever known in your life.

Every single time he sends you a random text or calls to see how the two of you are doing is one step deeper into this pit of adoration for the man and his daughter.

“Hey miss (Y/l/n), what’s for supper?” Violet asks as the two of you walk to your car.

“I’m not sure, Violet. What would you like?” She thinks about this as you strap her in.

“Tacos?” You grin and nod, patting her knee gently. “I can do that. Do you think your daddy has all the ingredients at home?” She shrugs, staring out the window as you start driving to her house.

You’re almost finished cooking when the front door opens.

“Hello?” You call cautiously, grabbing Violet’s hand and hiding her behind the chair.

“(Y/n)?” You let out a breath of relief and usher Violet to sit back down and continue colouring.

“James. I thought you’d be working late again tonight.” He walks into the kitchen in a crisp black suit, his hair slicked back.

“I thought I told you I wouldn’t be working too late. I guess not. “ You can’t take your eyes off of him. He looks absolutely delicious.

“Well, I guess I’ll just finish cooking then get out of your hair-” “no it’s fine,” he interrupts, setting a briefcase down on the table. “You don’t need to go. Stay and eat the food you cooked.” You smile rather shyly but nod, turning back to the stove and continuing to cook.

This, Bucky decides, is a feeling and image he can get used to.

“Hey miss (Y/l/n) can I tell daddy what you told us today?” Violet asks suddenly, looking up from her drawing. “Of course.” She smiles up at her dad and sets down the crayons.

“We’re doing a Christmas Concert at school! And we’re gonna have nice costumes and sing fun songs and it’s gonna be really really fun!” He smiles and looks between the two of you. “Is that so? Well, I’d better book it off work! Planning for Christmas already (Y/n)? It’s not even Halloween.”

You shrug, smiling at the man. “The Christmas concert is a big deal. We spend months learning the choreography, songs, and designing sets and costumes.” He nods, impressed. “Well if there’s anything I can do to help with it, let me know.” You smile and nod, stirring the seasonings into the meat.

“Violet, can you help miss (Y/l/n) set the table for dinner while I go take a shower?” Violet nods and starts putting all her colouring stuff away while her dad jogs up the stairs to his room.

“Hey, miss (Y/l/n)… do you like my daddy?” She asks while setting out napkins for the three of you. You purse your lips and ponder her question. She’s a lot smarter and more devious than she seems, so you know there’s probably a less innocent meaning behind this question.

“I do. He’s a very kind man and he treats you and me very well.” She nods and looks up at you, her wide eyes full of wonder. “If you marry my daddy will you be my mommy?” You stare at her, having no appropriate answer to this question.

“It smells amazing (Y/n),” James says, interrupting in the most perfect way.

“Thank you. Here, have a seat. Violet, why don’t you tell your daddy what we did today at school? And tell him about the Halloween party we’ve got planned.” She launches into a detailed explanation of everything she did today at school, not leaving out a single thing, then talks about Halloween and the party at school and what she wants to dress up as this year.

“And Vincent is dressing up as a painter because his name is one that a famous painter had, and I think I should maybe be either Wonder Woman, or maybe an owl or a pirate. I don’t know yet. I think a pirate costume would be fun.” You nod in agreement, your eyes flashing to her fathers only to find him already watching you.

“I think you’ll make a fantastic Pirate,” you encourage, smiling at the five-year-old.

“What are you gonna be, miss (Y/l/n)?” You shake your head and reach over to wipe some sauce off the side of her mouth. “That’s a surprise. But I’m sure you’ll like it.” She smiles cheekily up at you and nods. “Are we gonna go out trick-or-treating this year?” She asks hopefully.

You glance up and wait to hear his answer. “I think I work that night.” Her face falls. “I can… take her. If it’s alright with you. Natasha and Steve could come along too.” He watches you for a moment then nods.

“I’ll call them tomorrow and ask if they’re free. Thank you, (Y/n). For saving my daughters happiness once again.” You laugh softly and brush him off. “Don’t worry about it. I love spending time with the little rugrat.” She sticks her tongue out at you and you giggle, reaching over and giving her rosy cheek a gentle pinch.

~*~

“Happy Halloween, Violet!” You exclaim when you meet her outside of her house.

“Hi, Miss (Y/l/n)! I was just telling Aunty Nat what you dressed up as today for our class party!” You smile warmly as Natasha and Steve come out of the house, he dressed as a fireman and her dressed as a ballerina.

“Now, who’s ready to go get some candy?” Nat asks. Violet smiles excitedly and raises her hand before starting down the street.

You walk slightly behind her with Steve and Natasha, a smile on your face as she interacts with some of the other kids.

“Bucky talks about you all the time,” Steve suddenly blurts, earning himself a sharp elbow in the ribs from the redhead.

“Way to be subtle,” she murmurs before smiling over at you.

“What my darling fiancé means to say, is that James really appreciates you watching Violet.” You smile, slightly embarrassed, then wave them off.

“I love doing it. Violet is… she’s amazing. I really enjoy spending time with her.” Steve watches the way you look at Violet, a smile on his face.

“She enjoys spending time with you too. Whenever she comes over she’s always talking about how much fun she has with you and how much she enjoys spending time with you. She really cares about you. And I can tell that you really care about her, too.” You nod, watching as Violet collects another handful of candy.

“James also enjoys spending time with you, although he won’t admit it. He… he likes you. And before you deny it, we can see that you like him too. And I know, you can’t exactly start seeing the father of a student, but just…think about it, okay?” You simply nod at Natasha’s words, trying to push them to the back of your mind until you have time to fully ponder them.

Violet continues going door-to-door for another hour and a half, stopping only to get a water bottle from you.

When you arrive back to her house, she’s tired and ready to get to bed.

“Can you bring her inside? Steve and I should be getting home about now. We’re expecting some people over for dinner… now, actually.” You nod at Natasha’s request and usher the sleepy five-year-old into her house, waving at the pair as they get into their car and drive away.

“Violet? You home?” Jame’s -or Bucky, as Steve referred to him multiple times throughout the night- calls.

“Yeah,” she replies softly. He comes down the stairs and you swear your jaw drops.

He’s wearing nothing more than a pair of grey sweatpants, giving you a perfect view of his muscular chest, v-line, and little treasure trail. And of course, his pants leave little to the imagination. You can see the outline of something rather large.

Quickly snapping your eyes up, you offer him a smile.

“(Y/n)! I-I didn’t know you were here!” He scratches his chest awkwardly then looks at your costume. “You look… beautiful.” You feel butterflies flutter in your belly. “Thanks,” you whisper. Violet looks between the two of you with furrowed brows. “Daddy can Miss (Y/l/n) stay and make us breakfast tomorrow morning?” She asks. You and Bucky share a laugh. “Well, I don’t think she wants to stay in her Halloween costume, do you?” Violet shrugs and rubs her eyes.

“Maybe she does. But I-” The shrill ringing of a phone cuts her off and she pouts as her father dashes away to answer.

He speaks in hushed tones with the person on the other line for a while before coming back with a sheepish yet annoyed look on his face.

“You have to go to work again, don’t you?” Violet asks glumly, crossing her arms over her chest. Bucky nods and crouches down on his knees.

“I do. But you know that I’ll be back, right?” She tugs out of his grip and presses her face into your leg.

“(Y/n), I absolutely hate to do this to you. I really, truly do, but could you watch her for a couple of hours? I wouldn’t be asking you this if it wasn’t an emergency.” You nod your head yes, running your fingers through Violet’s hair.

“Of course. Do I… is there any time for me to go home and get changed?” He presses his lips together in a tight line and you take that as your answer.

“You can borrow something of mine for the night. I’ll drive you to your house as soon as I get home.” You take a deep breath at his proposition but nod, knowing he needs this more than you need your monkey pyjamas.

“I’ll go grab you something to wear and get changed myself. I… I really don’t know when I’ll be home. I’ve got spare toothbrushes and you can grab another pair of clothes if you need to for some reason.”

He hurries upstairs and you look down to Violet.

“Are you okay, Violet?” She shakes her head and sniffles a few times, looking up at you. Your heart breaks at the sad look in her eyes and you can’t help but crouch down and pull her into a hug. “It’s okay,” you whisper. She holds you tightly as her dad comes back down the stairs.

He sets a pile of clothes down on the couch then crouches down to your level.

“Violet?” He asks, rubbing his hand on her back. She shakes her head and pulls away from him, burrowing into your costume as much as she can. Bucky’s face falls and he looks down.

“I’ll be home tomorrow, okay honey? And then we can do whatever you want all day, okay?” She ignores him and he closes his eyes for a moment while rising back up to his feet.

“Thank you so much (Y/n). I’ll pay you for this, I promise. I know you’d probably rather be at home watching TV or something.” You shake your head furiously, picking Violet up in your arms and rocking her slowly. “I love spending time with her. Sure, a fairy costume isn’t my ideal outfit for a Friday night, but we’ll make due. Now go on. You’ve gotta go to work.”

He grabs his keys, wallet, and phone and walks to the door, hesitating and turning to you.

“I’ll give her a bath and a snack if she wants one. I know the drill, James. Now go.” He smiles at you then hurries out the door, locking it behind himself.

You stand there comforting Violet for a few moments before pulling back to look at her. “Hey, let’s go get your bath ready, okay?” She sniffles and nods, hugging you again as you start up the stairs and towards the Princess themed bathroom.

You set her down on her feet, rinse out the bathtub, then put the plug in and start filling it.

“Do you have any bubbles or anything you want to use tonight?” You ask softly, smiling as she opens a cabinet and pulls out a basket of bath bombs. She hands one to you and you place it in the water, watching with her as it fizzes and dissolves.

“I’m going to change really quick. Can you go grab a hairbrush and some pyjamas?” She leaves the room without another word and you frown, saddened at her sadness.

You run down the stairs and grab the change of clothes then hurry back into the bathroom to change.

Once you’re finished you open the door and stop the water, smiling gently at Violet.

“It smells nice in here, doesn’t it?” You ask, trying to lift her spirits. She nods and sets her change of clothes on the counter.

“Can you help me out of my costume please?” You nod, unzipping the back and helping her remove her costume.

As soon as she’s out of it she’s stepping into the warm water. You let her relax for a few minutes before slowly starting to brush her hair.

“Are you okay, Violet?” You ask softly after a while, your fingers gently massaging her scalp.

“Yeah. I just don’t like how Daddy’s never home anymore. I just wanna spend time with him.” You sigh softly and nod.

“When I was a little girl, my daddy was gone a lot too. I stayed mostly with my grandma. And… I never really had any friends I could talk to when I was sad. No one wanted to be my friend. But I want to be your friend and I want you to talk to me when you get sad, okay?” She nods and sighs, the sound shaky.

“When you were little… did people make fun of you? Because sometimes Jasmine makes fun of me for not having a mommy.” Your heart breaks and you make a mental note to talk to Jasmine about that.

“When I was little, I used to get made fun of a lot. For the colour of my skin, and the shape of my nose, and the way my hair looks. They’d call me mean names and say I looked like a monkey. It really hurt my feelings. And sometimes when kids were really mean, they’d make fun of me for not having a mom on mothers day or a dad on fathers day.”

Violet turns and looks up at you with tears in her eyes. “Why would anyone be so mean to you, Miss (Y/l/n)? You’re the nicest person in the world.” You feel tears prick your own eyes and you can’t help but lean down and hug her, ignoring the water splashing onto your -Bucky’s- clothes.

When she turns back around you wipe away your tears and start braiding her hair into two dutch braids.

Once you’re finished and she’s all clean, you help her out of the tub and wrap her up in a fluffy white towel.

“Dry off and get into your pyjamas. If you need help, let me know. I’m gonna just be cleaning up in here.”

She nods and scurries out of the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way.

While you’re cleaning the bathroom, you find yourself thinking about what Natasha was saying earlier.

Yes, you like Bucky. Should you? Probably not. Will you do anything about it? Probably not. Will you continue pining over him like a school girl? Probably.

“Miss (Y/l/n) I need help!” You push yourself to your feet and try not to trip over the large sweatpants Bucky gave you to wear.

“I’m coming, Violet!” You enter her room and frown, wondering what she needs help with. She’s all changed and lying down in bed.

“Can you put Mickey Mouse on my TV? Please?” You nod and sit down beside her bed, scrolling through the Disney shows until you find the one she wants.

once it’s playing you go to leave, only for her to grab onto your hand.

“Please don’t go. Daddy always goes. I don’t want you to go too.” You nod and go to sit back down until she pulls on your hand, scooching over in her bed.

“Please?” She whimpers, her eyes so vulnerable and soft that you’d rather die than say no. You climb in next to her and sigh heavily, knowing you’re not gonna be able to finish cleaning the bathroom tonight.

“Miss (Y/l/n)… why does my daddy pick work over me?” Your heart clenches and you kiss the top of her head. “He’s not… picking it over you. He needs to work in order to buy you food and clothes and everything you want.” She sniffles and wipes her face. “I don’t want food or clothes. I just want him to be home with me! He’s never home with me anymore!” She starts crying, borderline sobbing, and you can’t do anything except hold her tightly in your arms and attempt to soothe her.

When she eventually cries herself to sleep, you continue rocking her, not wanting to ever let her go. She’s so young and so small and yet so full of sadness. It makes you cry a little just witnessing it.

Eventually, though, you fall asleep too. In her little pink bed wrapped in her Mickey Mouse blankets with her cuddling you as if her life depends on it.

~*~

Bucky comes home to the smell of waffles cooking. He can’t help but groan softly and let his stuff drop to the floor with a ‘thud’.

“James?” The sound of his name rolling off your tongue sends a shiver down his spine. “Yeah, it’s me.” He rubs his eyes and walks towards the kitchen, smiling as he sees that you’re still wearing his t-shirt and sweatpants.

“It’s nearly noon!” You exclaim, looking at the bags under his eyes with concern.

“Work’s getting intense. Hasn’t been like this since before Violet was born. Speaking of, where is she?” You bite your bottom lip, a part of you wanting to protect Violet’s heart and another part wanting the two of them to make up.

“She’s… upset with you. Last night she was crying because you guys never get to spend any time together anymore. And I guess it really isn’t my place, but if I were you I’d start picking her over my job instead of the other way around.”

He sighs heavily and sits down at the kitchen table, holding his face in his hands.

“I know I should. And I never ever wanted to make her cry. God, I’m the worst father ever.”

You put down your spatula and walk over to him, grabbing his wrists and tugging his hands away from his face. He looks up at you with glossy eyes and you can’t fight the urge to brush some of his hair away from his face.

“You’re an amazing father, James. You’ve raised Violet into a beautiful and smart girl. She’s kind and gentle and perfect. You’re just… having a hard time finding balance in your life right now. Everyone goes through that. And it’s not totally horrible to admit you need help.” He looks up at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“What I’ve observed over the past few weeks is that you’re both not enjoying being away from each other. You need to work less and she needs to see you more. She needs her dad.” He nods and takes a few deep breaths.

“Thank you so much for everything (Y/n). You have no idea how much it means to me to have you here.” Your heart stutters and you smile gently, letting go of his wrists as he stands up.

“I care a lot about Violet. And about you too. I don’t want her to be upset and I don’t want you to work yourself to death.” One of his hands comes up and cups your cheek, making your eyelids flutter.

“We care about you too, (Y/n). I care about you. Perhaps a little too much.” You look up into his endless blue eyes and part your lips, one of your hands coming up and covering his.

He licks his lips then slowly inches forwards, pressing his lips to yours in a cautious yet amazing kiss.

You lose your grip on reality as your hands move to his hair, kissing him with everything you have while he holds your waist.

“Are the waffles ready yet?” Violet’s voice makes the two of you jump apart, both of you panting and watching each other.

“Almost,” you reply while turning back to face the counter, your heart racing in your chest as you think about what just happened.

“Oh… you’re home,” Violet whispers to her dad. You glance over and frown as you see her standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Come here, sweetheart. I’ve gotta talk to you.” She walks over to him hesitantly and he scoops her up and sits her on his lap.

“I’m so so sorry that I haven’t been around much lately. But I want you to know that I’m going to be around more starting now. And I don’t work today and tomorrow so we can hang out all day and night. Okay?” She mulls over his words for a few moments before a bright smile covers her face.

“Okay! Thank you, daddy! I’ve missed you!” She pulls back suddenly with a frown and looks over at you.

“We’re not gonna be getting rid of Miss (Y/l/n), right? Can she join us instead?” You suppress a giggle at her word choice then wait to hear her father’s answer.

“I don’t plan on getting rid of her. And if she wants to come along with us she’s more than welcome to. But I think she might want to go home and change into her own clothes at some point.” The three of you laugh softly and you can’t help but sigh at how perfect everything feels.

It all feels right.

For now at least.

~*~

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