#i need more cute interactions between them...

[ang3ltine]

"𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞?" - CW Bucky Barnes x Super Soldier freader

Bucky pretends to hate your snarky remarks and your youthful energy. But deep down, he knows that he needs someone like you in his miserable life.

a.n - You guys are on the run from the law, so that meant sticking together and finding a new place to stay | Sam is fed up with you both

This is just a teaser for my upcoming fic!

After the death of many civilians and the King of wakanda back in Vienna, Austria. The bounty on Buckys' head only doubled.

Steve brings together a small group of friends to outrun the law to help clear his best friends name. He only needed one more addition. Which is when he contacts you through a burner phone.

Despite being an Avenger who has been working by Tony Starks' side for a while. You take up Steve's offer, knowing that the whole Sokovia deal felt wrong.

Lucky for you, Tony was distracted and hadn't even thought about the possibility of you betraying him. After packing your stuff, you stay under the raider as you head to the location Steve had given.

"You brang your Camaro?!" Sam yelled as you pulled up with your dark red Camaro with white race stripes. It was a retro car from the 80s but you made a few adjustments so that it functioned better.

Steve and Bucky joined him by his side as you exited the vehicle with your keys in hand.

"Hey, unless you wanna use Steve's beetle? Don't complain," you retorted with a hint of sarcasm as you step out. Sam shuts up after the mention of Steve's car while you gave him a smile of satisfaction.

"Oh, don't even get me started on how I got these." The boot to your car opens to reveal Steve's shield and Sams wings.

"I guess I owe you," Steve says while giving you a pat on the shoulder.

"You better! I had to bypass the security system to get these for you. Not to mention, Tony's probably never going to trust me again." You sighed as the actions of what you had done began to sunk in.

Steve gives you a reassuring smile that lets your tense shoulders relax as he brings you into a warm hug. "It's good to have you here."

Your eyes drift over to Sam, giving him a small smile before turning your attention towards the man next to him. You found his features to be really pretty despite his roughed up exterior.

"You remember Bucky right?" Steve chips in as if reading your thoughts. He noticed the way your cheeks dusted pink before adding another comment.

"He's single by the way." The last sentence was for only you to hear and almost caught you off guard. You look up at him in disbelief before playfully hitting his arm while he laughs.

"Cut it out would you? Just because I mentioned one time that he was cute." You hissed while you felt your cheeks practically burning at this point.

It's true you did meet him once, but that was back when he was the winter soldier.

You look back to the brunette in front of you. Bucky's eyebrows were furrowed as he studied your face, as if trying to figure out if he's met you or not.

Steve introduces you to Bucky and vice versa. The interaction between you both was brief but intriguing.

Bucky felt some sort of electric shock when your hand touched his. He flickers his blue eyes up to yours while you slowly retract your hand from his. It seemed like you felt it too when your eyes met his.

Sam and Steve exchange knowing looks at one another at the two clueless people in front of them.

"Hey, you think she's his type?" Sam mumbles under his breath.

"Hmm, seems like it," Steve whispers back with a smile while watching his friend listen intently to your animated conversation.

After heading back inside the warehouse, you began to work on a weapon you were going to use for the upcoming mission. The helicopter that you hired was going to take a while to come, so you thought you'd make a few adjustments before leaving.

While you work, you feel a pair of intense eyes bore through the side of your head. The man was standing there for a while but chose not to say anything. He was beginning to distract you, which made you snap your head towards the culprit.

Bucky puts his hands up in defence as you give him a light glare.

"Sorry! I just wanted to see what you were doing." You let out an exasperated sigh before letting him stand next to you. The warmth radiating from his body got you a little nervous as his shoulder lightly nudges yours. He was taller than you but not to the point where he was towering over you.

"What type of gun is this?" He asks while you tweak your blaster.

"It's a heavy blaster rifle that is a more powerful version of a standard pistol. Instead of small, less impactful hits, mine deals more damage with just one hit." Bucky listens carefully while you complete the final touches.

"Can I have one?" He asks, completely forgetting his manners when you look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Please?"

"Fine," you sighed in defeat as you hand him an extra blaster. The one you gave him was slightly bigger than yours as you choose to have agility over bulkiness.

"Just please don't break it."

"Yes ma'am," he replies, giving you a small yet appreciative smile.

"Hey uhm... I know you shouldn't really hear this from me. But I should apologise for the way you've been treated."

Bucky flickers his eyes back to your form while your back leaned against the table as you carried on.

"Yeah, sure you're a super soldier, but past all that... you're just a human being. Trust me, I know how it feels to be accused of something that you had no control over." You sighed before turning back to him to give him a sympathetic smile.

"Oh uh...I appreciate it."

Bucky was taken aback from the sudden remark but silently acknowledged your apology. Somehow, deep down, he knew that you were someone that he could trust.

Little did he know, was that the other reason why you felt obligated to back him up was because you too were in a similar situation....a long time ago.

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[scribz-ag24]

i need more interactions between wigglytuff and grovyle. what do you mean these two characters have such a similar philosophy of believing there are no evil pokémon in this world despite having radically different backgrounds. one of them is a fluffy cute friendly guy with nuclear power and unparalleled talent and the other is a criminal with the social skills of a mossy rock whod prefer to rip his skin off than talk with someone and almost murdered people

[justcallmewintie]

Kitty, Stress?.

well must say again! i written it in my mother tongue and trans it to english ! i hope you guys will like it, i need some cuddle now ehehehe /ᐠ˵- ⩊ -˵マ.

after the meeting between the housewards, Idia, the housewarden of the Ignihyde dormitory, returned to his room with a very, very worried mood because Idia was not an extrovert, but was quite shy or to be exact, afraid of social interaction, as soon as he returned to his room, he quickly closed the door and plopped down on his soft bed, his hand reached for the phone on the nightstand, quickly found and called her, his somewhat feminine lover.

she was always strong and protective of Idia like a princess when it should have been him, she was patient, indulgent and gentle with him, treating him like a fragile treasure.

the sound of his phone ringing in the air before she picked up.

"yes, I'm listening, Idia? what's up?" her voice rang from the other end of the line, her gentleness made him unconsciously feel safer and calmer.

"I…I just came back from a meeting" Idia answered her softly, hearing his somewhat trembling and worried voice coming from the phone, she understood what was happening to her pet cat, this was not a strange thing, her little lover was always very worried every time he returned from a meeting, and she, she was always the one to comfort him, she held the phone, her voice still gently comforting Idia while walking to the mirror to be able to go to his dormitory, in less than 5 minutes, her sister was already in front of his room door. "kitten, open the door for me" the door in front of her quickly opened, revealing her shy lover holding the phone, his face worried but somewhat brighter when he saw her standing in front of the door, he timidly looked at her like a kitten, seeking comfort from her, he leaned to the side to let her go inside, as the door closed, she gently took his hand, pulling her pet cat to his bed.

she sat down on the edge of his bed, as usual, Idia sat obediently on the floor, his head resting on her lap, his hand fondling, gently stroking her soft skin through the fabric of her uniform, she couldn't help but giggle at Idia's adorable and shy behavior, her hands gently cupped his cute face, leaned down to kiss him lightly on the lips before letting his head return to her lap, her hands moved to play with his special hair.

"feeling better now kitten? do you need anything else?" her voice was soft, filled with comfort towards him as she continued to pet him like her pet cat, no, he was hers, Idia rubbed against her palm, continuing to seek her caress, craving her gentle affection towards him, still silently leaning against her.

"oh come on Idia, did the cat eat your tongue?" her hand moved down, stopping on his lips painted in a deep blue lipstick, luckily it was very soft, her thumb lightly brushing over it as she continued to tease her boyfriend, at that moment she could clearly see his flushed cheeks and his blue hair that had turned a similar pink at the ends.

Idia nodded before looking up at her, her eyes seeming to reflect her own image in them with hearts fluttering.

"better.."

"i miss..you" he mumbled softly as her fingers were still on his lips before burying his face in her thighs, his face was as red as a tomato at that moment, his hair was getting redder and pinker.

"oh? you didn't hear anything, tell me again baby" she giggled as she admired the adorable scene before her eyes, as her little boyfriend was teased until his face turned red, she found herself being attracted to him even more, at that moment a feeling of wanting to pamper and protect him arose in her.

his fingers tightly grasped her hand that was on his hair, as if searching for her presence, feeling that his lover was still right there.

"you.."

"i miss you..want- want to hug.." his voice was muffled by the fabric of the uniform that was also on her thighs when he said those words, she couldn't help but let out an "aw" at the cuteness of her pet cat.

she stood up from the bed before his bewildered gaze, his eyes looked up, wide open as she suddenly bent down to pick him up off the floor like a koala, although Idia seemed tall, his lover was more than capable of carrying him like a cat or a big stuffed animal.

"okay, how could I refuse a kitten if he's this cute?" she lovingly placed him on the bed, letting his body bury itself in the soft blanket before sitting down next to him, her back against the headboard, she let him lie on her stomach, rubbing against it like a cat.

her hands happily caressed his beautiful face, only stopping when Idia rubbed her face against her stomach, so cute, how could there be someone as cute as him in the world?.

as the night went on she only saw Idida getting sleepier, he yawned on her stomach then buried his head into it like a cat.

"Idia, are you sleepy?"

"huh? ah..yeah" he looked up at her with his tired face, reaching up to rub his face against her chest.

“I'm sleepy.." Idia's spoiled behavior made her laugh, he was always so clingy when he was sleepy, refusing to let her go, just like a baby who couldn't leave his mother.

"Then let's go to sleep" her hand slid through his hair, pulling the blanket up to her chest to wrap around the tired kitten that was resting its head on her chest, slowly his body relaxed before completely falling into a deep sleep on her, his arms wrapped around her waist, hugging her tightly so she couldn't move.

"good night, Idia" placed a kiss on his forehead before she herself fell asleep because of the comfort that this clingy little kitten brought.

Chúc ngủ ngon.

[bumpen-underbeds]

I should probably think of a title for these things, but nah, anyway, secret facilities kinda like the SCP foundation, but all they do is keep people from meeting angels and demons that aren't summoned or sanctioned into the human world.

And you, lil old you, the one who got roped and stealth promoted into working in levels of your business that you never knew existed, perfectly placed for someone or something to get its hands on you.

This is a long one, I'm not gonna lie.

Calling the building you worked in a maze would be an understatement, floors dedicated to each different section, from the more plain and needed workers like accounting and the open boardrooms, to the lower levels, you somehow have found the most common for you to spend time in.

Coloured lines pointed the way for most things, but the corridor you were walking now was plain, unmarked and industrial, like something from a cheesy science-themed horror movie, only this was real, this was your job, and this would be your first time ever actually seeing the specimen that was under observation.

And it, no, he was…

He was so plain? Scruffy looking and sprawled out on the floor behind some bars and thick glass-like planes, the majority of his containment area was plain, a double bed, a small sectioned off bathroom and not much else, if you were anyone else you would have thought it odd, almost off-putting as if they had locked away a random person and were making you watch them, but the moment light floods your side of the room he is pressed to the bars.

Wide unnatural gold eyes watching as the researcher pushes a few buttons and the speakers crackle to life, equipment beeping and switching back on as a new observational interview begins.

For the level of containment, you had expected something else, something not so human, not so familiar, not just some scruffy man who seemed to be almost shaking? This research was going to be far from what you had expected.

Maybe with all the security, you had let your mind run away with the possibility of monsters or aliens, myths made into truth, when in reality, this was likely some prison-based, involuntary signup research for a lighter sentence. Boring, plain old work, writing answers and recording reactions that were being noted to you via the lead researcher, and if this was the state of your next few months, then there would be no issues beyond the burden of repeating this day in and day out.

Or there wasn't meant to be.

Apparently, interviews with you present and or shadowing were more and more forthcoming with information from the subject, and so here you are, standing beside the very same lead researcher that had shown you around and had told you those months ago to keep your hands to yourself and keep away from its interests as you waited for the lift down to the now-familiar dull corridor.

It was time for you to take over, solo interviews and a lack of supervision as you interacted with the subject. Alone at the podium that faced the cell, recording equipment slowly rolling to life and beeping as they prime and ready, clicking over as your mic connects to the cell and your hopefully steady voice passes through the speakers.

"Good evening, my name is-"

"I know your name,-" being this close and able to clearly hear the subject's voice rattles you slightly, usually you caught small sections or faint words here and there when the lead researcher was the one talking to the subject. But this time you can hear everything, the sugary sweet drawl of his voice, the purring and rubbing between words as he speaks to you, "-I have heard it said a thousand times now and finally!, I get to enjoy you, get to have this moment with you! Do you know how cute you look in that lil researcher get-up? So serious all the time but still so far away, why not come closer?"

Swallowing thickly, you push past the purr of attempted coercion, "We are off-topic. Today, we will be talking about the rail incident. The day you were found attempting to shut down several major rail lines while chasing a person through the streets of-"

For the first time, you catch sight of something other, the world around the edges of his body begins to blur, fuzzing with colour as if he were somehow being physically unfocused, eyes wider than humanly possible and locked on your every move, devouring each twitch and breath. His eyes, those unnatural gold eyes, gleaming in the bright light of his room, track every move your hands make like he was waiting for you to move in anyway, be it closer or stumble back, coiled and ready to pounce forward.

"Yes, yes, the 'incident', they weren't worth the effort in the end, but you! You will be, I know it, you'll be perfect, won't you, a precious-" his voice cuts out and his body jerks upwards like a puppet being set to rights as you cut him off.

"I-If you won't answer the questions this interview is over, and-" Even if you hadn't stumbled over the beginning of the sentence, you were cut off in turn by the loud bang of his hands hitting the screen, snarling and switching from an almost sleazy flirt to something more aggressive, something that made the lights of his room dim and flicker, almost growling as you lay your hand on the end recording button.

A silent threat to cut him off from you.

The action seemed to work as he slumped against the glass, keeping the two of you apart. It was like the fight, the snarling aggression had been pulled from him in a single rapid moment. Licking your lips and waiting a moment to calm your own racing heart, you watch him as he sits on the floor of the cell, defeated in a way, but only for a second before he seemed to relax, almost assured of something.

Then the alarms sounded.

The doors sealed, heavy locks sliding back into place and keeping you shut in with him as the emergency intercom shouted a code that you only vaguely remembered as 'Escaped subject' or 'Major System fault' and either one of those would be a nightmare should they have been in your area, but with one hand wrapped around the, supposedly unreachable, outer bars you sighed and flicked your eyes back towards...

Towards the subject that was now reaching through inches of thick glass, like nothing and wrapping his own hands around the outer bars of his cell.

"Look at that, I finally get to know what you feel like, perfect, simply perfect..." The strength of the grip that caught your wrist as you tried to pull away was staggering, almost spraining it as you were yanked closer, hand-pressed stiffly against the cheek of the very man that had begun chanting your name.

And here he, no it, was cradling your hand and rubbing his face against you, gold eyes watching your frozen form, filled with mirth and lust as he uses the fear that had your body locked up to press a kiss against your palm, ignoring the shivering that had begun to wrack your form. Laughing softly as he pressed light kisses against the tips of your fingers, flicking eyes that were too bright to watch as he moved to run his tongue along the gap between your middle fingers.

The sound that rattles against the bars is anything but human, as are the teeth that flash for a single moment before two of your fingers are resting against his tongue, held there and used by this creature with a mans face, the thing making more and more obscene noises as it's drool began to drip down your wrist, the once gold eyes fully consumed with lust, when it looks back up at you.

The smile it wears when it drops your hand is content, as if the feeling of your fingers in its mouth was all it needed or had seemed as such till the hand that was once wrapped around the bars came to press against your cheek. The human-like face melting away and pitching through hues till his skin, once so familiar, turned pitch black like living shadows cling to the morphing shape of it, a long whip-like tail unfurling from behind it as those golden eyes gleam and more drool drips from its mouth.

[dynamo-deepblue]

Crash doesn't like to see Coco get frustrated, so he helps out by working his magic! Crash himself probably doesn't even know what he did to help, lol.

I've never really done a comic-type thing like this so this was more a challenge for me to draw characters interacting and also attempting to draw them consistently. It was a fun exercise :)

[bisupergirl]

kara wearing kon's glasses (given to her by tim) in supergirl v5 🫶 and her wearing his shirt (that she stole) after his death in infinite crisis:

[pianokantzart]

One of the details I really like in The Mario Movie is that when everything is being sucked into the broken warp pipe and everyone's holding on for dear life, Peach tries to reach out and grab Luigi's hand when she sees him flying past.

She has known this man for 15 seconds. She has not exchanged a single word with him at this point, but she knows how important he is to Mario, so she's going to risk her life trying to keep him safe.

[sysig]

Coming in to play! (Patreon)

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

I love how Tintin talks to Snowy like his Dog has an Opinion and it is very Important. respect the dog's opinion please.

[cloudbends]

WE GOT A CONFIRMATION

[spaceratprodigy]

Will You Change The Station? 🎙📻 📡

I really was gonna make a new drawing for them but for the time being I'm just gonna keep progressively fucking up this one image bc it makes me laugh ✏

Hiram leaned away, grunting at the interruption emanating from his terminal that was letting him know he had an incoming call.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were expecting someone to.." Faith gestured her hand towards the source of the sound instead of finishing her sentence.

Hiram stood up and began making his way across the room, taking his time as he was in no rush. His eyes became unwelcoming at the thought of having to answer the person on the line.

"No. It's not business related, if that's what you're inferring. But," he sucked his teeth "I was expecting this call sooner or later. Considering you're here, after all."

"What does that-"

"Really?" Hiram jabbed, before she could finish her sentence. The man stopping in place to turn and face her now. He softened his tone, immediately regretting how harshly he may have came off a moment ago.

"Did you honestly think your vicar in shining vestments was going to sit idly by while you ran away to my doorstep yet again?"

"How are you so certain it's him and not anyone else from my crew?" Faith said, her eye contact starting to waver.

Hiram noticed.

"While it is true you're not where you're supposed to be, according to them. I do know for certain, however, that when it comes to you, he'd be first in line to wring my neck–" Hiram sipped from the glass he still held in his hand.

"Even before Nyoka, who is very upset with me right now. She was vehemently against my wanting to see you again."

Faith was no longer looking at Hiram.

"Why would Max even care that I'm here?" Her words finally slipped out, hanging on her tongue longer than she would have liked.

"He made it very clear to me that all I was to him was a pawn in his stupid fucking revenge scheme," she didn't want Hiram to see her eyes starting to betray her "and that everything I felt was one sided.." her voice turned soft, the words barely finding their way out.

Hiram returned, sitting down on the edge of Faith's seat. "My dear, you and I both know that was his biggest lie yet."

"I just.. I don't understand why he would say all of that to me.. especially after.." countless memories of Max filled her thoughts. Every smile, every laugh, every touch they shared "after becoming so close.."

"Faith, that man wouldn't have shown you such an intimate side of himself if he hadn't meant it."

She let out a sigh, wanting to rest her head on Hiram's shoulder, but not allowing herself to share that kind of familiarity with him right now.

Hiram had stiffened when Faith drifted a little closer towards him, feeling a pang in his chest when he could see she was fighting her instincts. His skin grew hot as he tried to fidget with his collar without being noticed.

She did.

Faith felt a yearning deep inside of her. A hollow loneliness she wanted to fill. Wanting to be held, wanting her hair to be played with, craving any kind of comfort.

Her leg began to bounce, fingers tapping at her own glass anxiously trying to distract herself.

She knew Hiram would indulge her, she knew he planted a seed in her heart that couldn't be removed anymore. What she knew most of all, was that he wasn't the person she really wanted right now.

The closeness was stirring the pair up. Finally, Hiram cleared his throat. Trying to find himself again after getting lost in his mind full of what-if's.

"I.." he was trying to pick up where they left off "I don't know what was going through his head, but I think pushing you away was the last thing he actually wanted."

Hiram's eyes rested on Faith. As much as he couldn't stand Max, he cared very deeply about his new friend.

"He had plenty of opportunities before you reached Fallbrook to be honest with you about his intentions. I can only assume he panicked in the heat of the moment when it all finally blew up in his face and he realized the weight of the consequences."

Faith let out a brief, bitter laugh. "He said he couldn't risk me not bringing him there if I knew what he was really planning."

Hiram took another swig from his glass.

"See, that right there is the problem" he stood up now, the air feeling colder than it was on the shared seat "what an infuriating thing for someone to get blinded by. Throwing a tantrum over an old book he can't even read and OSI bullshit."

Hiram lingered next to Faith a little longer, not wanting to disturb their time together.

"I do mean it, I think once it was too late he finally had a moment of clarity and understood how ridiculous he was behaving."

Faith finally locked eyes with him, wanting to speak but struggling to find the words she really wanted.

There was a heavy silence between them, only being broken by the sound of the persisting terminal.

Hiram could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her.

"I don't know why that was his reaction. After seeing how much he had just hurt you, it's hard to imagine he wasn't ashamed with himself and the distance being the only way he could think to keep from hurting you any further."

They both knew it was the distance that had absolutely shattered her. Hiram sighed, knowing what it would mean in the long run to suggest what he was about to say.

"Faith, the two of you need to actually face each other and talk about it. Whether or not you want to keep trying to avoid it, you both mean a lot to one another. Between this talk and my terminal over there that won't shut the hell up, it's obvious neither of you really want to be apart."

Faith felt a shred of guilt in her heart hearing it come from Hiram's voice. She cared very deeply for him, she truly did. The last thing she wanted was to hurt him, but he was right.

She would always want Max more.

Hiram finally continued his path to answer the call that had been waiting for him, hoping he could hide the pain that was trying to creep it's way onto his face.

"He probably agreed you deserve better" he tacked on, not speaking directly to her but being loud enough she knew he wanted it to be heard.

Faith was looking at her hands now, eyes glued to her own still-full glass. She swirled the liquid, contemplating Hiram's hypothesis of the situation. She wondered if Max really was afraid that he'd just keep hurting her by being around, knowing she'd never be the one to want him to leave.

She sat her glass on the nearest table, never taking a single sip.

[beeholyshit]

HI BEE. I HOPE THIS IS OKAY RHEJRHSJD MWA

OMG THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU SO MUCH

I LOVE HOW YOU PUT THE ONES YOU WOULD TRUST TO HOLD YOUR DRINK I NEEDED TO.

[froggibus]

MORE WADE AND LOGAN PLSSSSS CAN WE GET THEM (POLY) DATING A SHORT READER HCS??? TYYYY

Short! S/O - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Pairing: Logan Howlett x short! gn! reader x Wade Wilson

Genre: fluff

CW: poly relationship, teasing, short jokes, Logan picks us up, protective boys, size diff

| Ryan Reynolds & Hugh Jackman are both 6’2 so I am gonna go off of that (i know Logan is short in the comics but just let me dream pls :,) |

YES YES OF COURSE!!! there’s almost nothing I love more than writing a short/small reader cause I myself am not short :,) but it’s nice to pretend. god both of them are so tall I just wanna stand between them & feel safe ^^ thank you so much for the req!!

they’re such bullies i’m so sorry

expect a TON of short jokes (mostly Wade) 

and expect them to parry anything you say with “you’re short” (mostly Logan)

you will always be their arm rest, you have no say in it

standing in line? Logan’s leaning his arm on your shoulder. 

at a party? Wade’s propping himself up on the top of your head 

Logan LOVES how short you are too and manhandles you at any opportunity 

if you’re being a brat, he won’t hesitate to remind you that he is bigger than you

whether that’s him throwing you over his shoulder or just standing real close to you so you can see the height difference up close & personal 

as soon as Wade sees Logan in, he can’t help himself—he’ll slide up on your other side and smush you between the two of them 

they’re such teases they’ll talk about you like you’re not completely stuck between them

“nice weather we’re having, hey?”

“oh yeah, real nice bub”

they’ll keep chatting until you’re whining and pushing against them to just get out 

Wade LOVES putting things on shelves too high for you to reach just so he can watch you struggle 

and Logan the absolute menace will lean against the wall with his arms crossed and watch you hop to reach your phone charger 

they’ll sit there and watch you struggle until you turn on them with sad eyes and suddenly they’re racing to get it down for you 

these mfs are so protective they will not leave your side whenever you go to parties/the bar

one of them is glued to you 24/7 (even when they’re not physically with you, they’re watching you too) 

and anyone in the general area (07) knows not to fuck with you

on especially hard days, your size is just what they need 

coming home from fighting crazy strong villains & mutants to their cute short s/o? nothing better in the whole world

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if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way!! likes, comments & rbs are always appreciated ^^

[acquelus-ussy]

Im thinking of...

Yandere!jock x wallflower!reader

Yandere!Jock is a fucking playboy, but you chose to ignore that. You've seen him do good things when his friends aren't around.

That's why you had a crush on him...

For a jock, he's pretty smart. He's a frat leader, a social butterfly, and would probably graduate with Latin honors. However, the only downside to him is that he can be a bully.

So, during the time you had a crush on him, he was the first to interact with you. But he wasn’t flirting or anything he was just asking if you were done with something.

And you being the wallflower that you are you blush you think to yourself

"is he really talking to me?"

And him, being the playboy jock, noticed the hue in your cheeks and decided to "play" with you.

"i can't believe you're blushing just because i talked to you wallflower haha cute"

It was a long time of banter between the two of you, and you thought there was something. But of course, reality strikes when a close friend of yours tells you his true intentions.

But...

Ever since you ignored our handsome jock over here He cant seem to get a hold of himself

He goes to nightclubs almost every night, trying to find a girl who looks like you, smells like you, and talks like you. But no matter how hard he tries, he knows he needs you.

The next day at school, you were in the library with a classmate, working on a school project, when he barged in. Oh yeah, he had been asking around if anyone had seen you it's not like he's in love or anything.

He pushes your classmate out of their chair and tells them to get lost. Then, grasping your arms, he looks at you and asks,

"Where the fuck have you been? We need to talk. I'm the most wanted man on campus, and you just ignore me like that? Doing that won’t make me give you more attention, you know."

"so what i don't fucking care i don't like you anymore"

Pang

What you said hurt him, but then again, why is he acting like this? A lot of girls love him and want to be with him, so what’s up with you? He knew you liked him but what the fuck happened?

Later that night... You wake up to glass shattering

Intruder?

A hand suddenly cups your mouth and you feel something hard on your back then you hear

"shh baby you got me all bricked~ up there's no use in fighting me i know how much of a fucking slut you are~"

The last thing you remember was passing out

You wake up to a soft, comfy bed but hold on… Why is there something heavy stopping you from moving? You turn your head and see him.

"You know, my love, a lot of girls dream about this… but you're the only one I want. I'm done being a player." He kisses you on the forehead.

"And also, don’t worry about school and your parents I called up some old buddies," he says, continuing to hug you like there's no tomorrow.

It sucks being a wallflower no one would look for you but don’t worry because he will~

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This is probably the most longest fucking thing i wrote

[sttoru]

‘satoru hates arguments. even more so when your conflicts cause your baby daughter to be upset as well.’

☀︎｜tags. (girl) dad!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. mention of arguments between parents. comfort & happy ending, though!

satoru hates having arguments with you. he hates it whenever an argument turns into the silent treatment. he apologises and apologises — yet nothing helps to change your mood sometimes.

ever since you got married and had your daughter, you were a bit more sensitive to the smallest of things than usual. it wasn’t like satoru despised you for it; in fact, he understands that motherhood was and is stressful. that man was nothing but supportive to you.

though, your little arguments were indirectly having an impact on the mental state of your baby. you didn’t even know an one year old could sense the tension between her parents.

“mama, mama!” your daughter appears out of nowhere, waddling over to you standing in the kitchen. she had barely just learnt how to walk. her tiny hand reaches for yours and she points at the doorway with her other, “go, mama, go.”

you curiously let your little girl lead you towards where she was pointing at, only to arrive at the living room. satoru was sitting on the couch, idly staring at the ceiling, other hand fiddling with one of your daughter’s toys. he seemed deep in thought. even exhausted and clearly not his playful self.

“mama, go! mama go papa.”

satoru’s head turns to the side at the cute sound of his favourite little girl. he smiles brightly at her return to the living room, only for his smile to fade just for a second at the sight of you next to her. he isn’t mad at you—more like sad that you still seemed upset with him.

your daughter tugs at your index finger. she apparently wants you to go to her dad—wants you to interact or talk with him. her big eyes were staring up at you with a pleading look in them.

you were in a dilemma. of course, you wanted to put your daughter’s mind at ease. you could just fake interact with satoru—or actually just make it up—but there was still a small part of you that needed time alone. you weren’t yet mentally ready for another confrontation. you needed time to think it out.

however, part of you also knows that your earlier argument was kind of silly. you don’t even fully remember what it was about, that’s how irrelevant it was to your brain.

“c’mon, pumpkin. ‘tis not nice for you to bother mama while she’s cooking.” satoru’s soft voice startles you back to reality. he had already gotten up and crouched down to pick your daughter up in his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks to distract her; “mama’s busy, ‘kay? let’s go play with papa.”

even satoru knew that your argument had caused your little girl to feel some kind of stress. she didn’t fully comprehend the situation, though she was clearly uncomfortable by the fact that her parents were not acting nice and lovey dovey like they usually would.

“no, papa. mama!” the baby whines and points at you and then at satoru, her little legs kicking. it absolutely broke satoru’s heart — shattered it into pieces. oh, how he wishes to never fight with you again. the sight of his little bundle of joy trying to mend things between you two with all she could was simply too much.

satoru looks down at you and notices the way you look at your one year old as well. the same way he did; with guilt and sadness. he sighs softly and without further thought, wraps his free arm around your shoulders and brings you close to his body.

“c’mere,” satoru murmurs as he holds both your daughter and you to his chest, “let me hold my two girls, yeah? may i, sweetheart? please.”

your husband asks for your consent. if you were okay with this—even when he needs it desperately, to hold you again in his arms and to make it right to you—your comfort comes first. if you weren’t ready yet to make up, he’d let you go. even if it’d hurt him immensely.

you don’t answer with your words and instead let your actions do the talking. you wrap one arm around satoru’s torso, the other cradling your daughter closer to both you and him.

it was like nothing mattered anymore in that moment, except for your little family. your worries, stress and anxiety about everything and anything had vanished into thin air as you felt the embrace of the two people you held dear.

your daughter finally giggles—a sound satoru and you had greatly missed. you close your eyes and just rest against your husband’s body.

“mama papa, wuv!” the little girl squeals in happiness as she excitedly babbles on, causing both satoru and you to laugh as well. the white-haired sorcerer leaves a big peck on the baby’s forehead before doing the same to you.

“mhm, papa loves mama veeery much.” satoru hums and kisses your forehead again, solely because he missed being affectionate to you, “papa loves his sweet little angel too.”

you can’t help but chuckle along with your one year old—who seemed to be extremely content in her parents’ loving embrace again. this is how it always should be.

“mama also loves papa very much.” you reply, causing your husband to regain his usual big grin. he finally got what he longed for; to have you look and talk to him with love. your silence may have lasted only a few hours, but it felt like it had been a couple cruel months to the sorcerer.

your eyes meet his again and all was well. you smile at him and he smiles back before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. satoru’s arm that was draped over your shoulder moves down to curl around your lower back, pulling you as close to him as your bodies would allow.

he pulls back after a few seconds and just lovingly stares at your face again—eyes holding an affection only you had ever been able to witness. your eyes told the same story; nothing could separate you two. ever.

“waaaaah! mama papa, me, me!”

the romantic air between you two suddenly gets interrupted by your daughter’s excited demands. she was demanding kisses as well, puffing her cheeks up as she got ready for it.

“ohh? seems like our angel wants some kisses too.” satoru laughs and nods his head at the baby in his other arm whilst looking at you, “shall we?”

you giggle and nod back—not able to refuse your little girl any longer.

it was not long before the living room fills with the sounds of your child’s laughter, which was caused by the continuous kisses and tickles she was receiving from both satoru and you.

[vunblr]

What if...?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Smut. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Slight Angst.

Summary: Bucky navigates his insecurities and guilt from his past as he grows closer to his new neighbor, a nurse.

Word Count: About 7.9k.

She knew exactly who he was the first time they bumped into each other when she ran toward the stairs of her apartment building, and he suddenly emerged from them, lost in thought. He wasn’t wearing his gloves, and the glint of metal was pretty noticeable when he reached out to grab her elbow to prevent her from falling backward. The touch was brief, since he retired his hand promptly when he was sure she would not fall, and his blue eyes revealing something akin to regret.

“I… I’m sorry,” he stammered in a low voice as he retracted his hand, tucking it into his jacket.

“Oh, don’t be,” she responded, lifting the corners of her lips just slightly as she waved her hand dismissively. “I should’ve been more careful. The elevator’s out, and I was in such a hurry… ugh. We always tell the kids not to run in hallways and stairs because accidents can happen, and here I am sprinting-" She cut herself off, realizing she was rambling, and gave an embarrassed smile. “Anyway… hi. I’m Y/n, I just moved in yesterday.” She declared, offering her hand.

He reached out in a firm but gentle grip. “James Barnes, but most people call me Bucky.”

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, and as she straightened her nurse uniform, she bit her lip. Handsome. The cute wrinkles that creased the corners of his striking blue eyes, were the kind that hinted at a man who had both smiled and seen more than his fair share of hardship, and it was hard not to notice. His body was the epitome of perfection. She mentally slapped herself for staring. “Well, Bucky, I’m running late for work, so I need to go, but I’ll see you around. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

He nodded, watching as she hurried down the stairs, her uniform swaying slightly with her steps. He just stood there, rooted to the spot for a moment longer than he should have, replaying the soft smile on her lips.

The days after that encounter passed in a blur of awkward run-ins. Each time, she greeted him with the same soft smile and each time, Bucky found himself lost in thoughts he hadn’t allowed himself in years.

It started with a polite nod, maybe a fleeting smile. Then came the casual exchanges—small talk about the weather, their days, even the occasional joke about the quirks of their shared building. Before he realized it, those brief moments had become something he looked forward to. It felt so easy to talk to her, and her laughter always seemed to come just when he needed to hear it. Sometimes, he’d catch her gaze lingering on him a second too long before she looked away, and it was enough to make him wonder if maybe, she felt the same pull that he did.

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One evening, as they both stood waiting for the elevator, she quirked a brow at him. "You know, Bucky, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were following me." She teased.

He blinked, caught off guard, but the playful glint in her eyes made him relax. He let out a small chuckle. "Well… I could say the same about you." She laughed, and once again, the sound made him feel almost normal.

His therapist had been telling him for months that he was alone, and isolated, and that he needed to socialize, and form connections. She had even suggested dating, but every time he tried, it hadn’t gone well. The interactions felt awkward and forced, and he often found an excuse to leave early, or worse, sometimes he didn’t even bother with an excuse, just walking out of there without a word.

There was something about her that set her apart, mostly the ease with which their conversations flowed. He wasn’t the type to talk much, often keeping things curt and to the point, but she had this way of making the silence between them feel comfortable, never pushing him to share more than he wanted. He didn’t have to try so hard to keep up with standard appearances.

But the attraction wasn’t just about comfort. No, he wanted her.

He caught himself watching her more often than he cared to admit. She was exactly his type—soft, curvy in all the right places. And he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to touch her, to trace his hands over her body, to feel her warmth beneath his fingertips.

But every time he got close to asking her out, fear crept in, locking the words in his throat. Fear of rejection. Of being too damaged. Of her seeing the parts of him he was ashamed of. And so, he always stopped himself.

Tonight felt different, though. There was something in her playful approach that made the fear feel less suffocating, less overwhelming. The elevator doors opened, and as they stepped inside, Bucky turned to her with his heart hammering in his chest. He could barely believe he was about to do this.

"Can I ask you something?" he murmured.

She glanced at him. "Yeah?"

He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment as he stood before her, and almost panicked. This wasn’t something he was used to. He could fight gruesome battles, survive impossible odds, flip a fucking armored truck with a tug of his arm… but asking someone out? That felt like a whole different battlefield. It was terrifying in a way those other things weren’t.

For a moment, he almost backpedaled. His mind scrambled, desperately searching for something else to say, some way to deflect his intentions and change the subject. But nothing came. He was stuck. He’d already opened his mouth, and there was no way to retreat now without looking like a fool.

So taking a deep breath, he jumped.

“Would you like to grab dinner with me sometime?” The words came out gruffly. For a second, the doubt crept inside his brain, making him wonder if he’d just made a mistake.

But her eyes widened in surprise before lighting up, and the smile that spread across her face eased the knot on his stomach.

“Oh, I’d love to! It’d be fun to do something outside the building for a change. We run into each other so much, that I actually have thought about asking you to hang out, but you always seemed rushed, like you couldn’t wait to leave... I’m glad that’s not the case.” She leaned in slightly, and her voice dropped to a playful whisper. “You know, we can be neighbors and friends. There’s nothing in the building rules against it.”

Bucky blinked, and his heart sank at the word friends. He forced one of the practiced, uncomfortable smiles his therapist suggested. Friendzoned -a term he’d only recently discovered- wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but he hadn’t spelled it out, either. Of course she thought he was just trying to be friendly, he hadn’t given her a fucking hint of his real intentions. He hadn’t flirted, hadn’t made even the slightest move to swoon her.

The old him would’ve had no trouble conveying his interest. He would’ve been smooth and confident, knowing exactly how to charm her and make his intentions clear. But he wasn’t that guy anymore. He hadn’t done this in decades, and the rules seemed to have shifted in ways he didn’t fully understand. Hell, he had shifted. He sighed. 

“Um-” he started, hesitant. “Just to be clear…” He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flickering to hers. “I meant it… as a date. Not just neighbors or friends grabbing a bite.”

For a moment, she didn’t respond, still processing his words. And then, something clicked. Heat crept up her neck as her smile turned thoughtful. He wasn’t asking because they lived in the same building or because they ran into each other so often. He wanted to spend time with her because he was interested.

"Oh. Sorry, I didn’t realize… I mean…” she stumbled with her words, “I didn’t know you meant it like that." She has had her fair share of men in her life but being honest with herself, in a million years, she wouldn’t have guessed someone like him would be asking her out. Not Bucky, the quiet, handsome, brooding neighbor with the sharp jawline and the weight of a thousand untold stories in his eyes. For months, she had brushed off the little moments between them as neighborly interactions, and nothing more. It had been easier that way. Safer, maybe. But now, standing here, the truth of his intentions was undeniable.

Her smile softened, "Well, I’m glad you clarified." she finally said. "And yeah, Bucky. I’d like that, a lot."

He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, as if he’d been holding his breath and had just now allowed himself to exhale. A faint smile crept onto his lips, one that actually reached his eyes, softening the hardened edges he usually carried.

"Great," he murmured. "I’ll, uh, figure something out."

They shared one last look before the elevator doors opened, and as they stepped out, his heart was still racing but this time, it wasn’t from fear.

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The first date had been simple. He brought her flowers, a small, hesitant gesture that made her eyes light up. They went to a bistro and talked about life, interests, and the kind of things you only share when you feel a certain sense of safety with someone. Bucky never said more than necessary, but she learned to read the way his eyes softened when he listened, the faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when she said something that caught him off guard. It was as easy and comfortable as their previous interactions, and yet, in the back of his mind, there was always the whisper: do you even deserve this?

The second date was at the small café on the corner of their building. There had been more laughter this time, and the conversation flowed even more easily. As they sat across from each other, their knees brushed under the table. It was subtle, almost unintentional. When it happened again, neither of them moved away.

They walked back in a comfortable silence. When they reached her door, she turned to face him and for a moment the space between them felt heavier, thick with the weight of everything unsaid.

His hand hovered just near her lower back, not quite touching, but close enough that she felt the warmth of his body through the fabric of her dress. For a brief second, she thought he might pull her closer to break that last sliver of space between them, but he didn’t. His hand lingered for just a moment longer before falling away.

Bucky’s gaze dropped briefly to her lips, and his brows furrowed slightly before looking away, almost as if chastising himself. His old-fashioned upbringing, perhaps, held him back and kept him from making the move she half-expected, the one she wanted.

“Goodnight,” he said quietly, in a rougher tone than usual. His tired eyes lingered on hers just a little too long, as if he were still debating, still fighting the pull to act on the desire he was clearly feeling.

She nodded, trying to ignore the flutter on her chest and to respect his boundaries, even though her hands itched to reach for him, to pull him closer and start what he wouldn’t. “Goodnight, Bucky,” she replied softly, her own voice betraying the emotions swirling beneath the surface.

They stood there for a heartbeat longer, and the short distance between their doors now felt like miles. He gave her a small, almost hesitant smile, then turned toward his apartment, and the silence between them somehow felt louder now.

By the time the third date approached, Bucky’s nerves were starting to get the better of him. He didn’t want to ruin this. The cocky Sergeant Barnes -the man who hadn’t yet turned into a walking nightmare- would’ve laughed at him. That version of himself had been bold, self-assured, the type of man who could sweep a woman off her feet without a second thought. He’d have taken the lead with ease, knowing exactly how to handle the situation. But that man was long gone, buried beneath the weight of all he had done, all he had become.

Before leaving for the date, he poured himself an imperial pint of asgardian ale. Just enough to give him a buzz, to take the edge off. Standing there, glass in hand, he caught his reflection in the window and sighed. Could she see it, the darkness? The scars left behind from being Hydra’s puppet? And even if she didn’t... how long until she did?

You don’t deserve this, the voice whispered again, unrelenting.

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That night, after dinner, they found themselves in her living room, two untouched coffee cups growing cold on the table beside them. The dim light softened the space around them, creating an intimate cocoon that made their conversation flow effortlessly. Yet, beneath the easy chatter, Bucky’s doubts lingered. He couldn’t shake the feeling that any move forward could shatter the delicate balance between them.

He’d been raised with a sense of propriety, a rhythm to follow when it came to courting. There was a dance to it, an unspoken set of rules about when to advance and when to hold back. The trouble now was figuring out how much to let himself move forward, how far to let this go before the weight of his past dragged him under again.

As their conversation naturally ebbed into silence, he noticed her gaze flicker to his lips, lingering just a bit longer than usual. His pulse quickened. She was giving him a sign, even if she hadn’t meant to. For a brief moment, he hesitated, but the look in her eyes, and the ale still running through his system urged him forward.

He leaned in slightly, and their knees brushed. The warmth of her body drew him closer. His hand hovered near her arm, and she responded getting closer, parting her lips ever so slightly as if inviting him in without saying a word.

Slowly, deliberately, he closed the distance between them, as his heart pounded in his chest. The kiss was meant to be soft and chaste, but all restraint flew out the window the second their lips touched.

His hand slipped to the small of her back, pulling her closer, and the kiss grew hungrier, more urgent, as if months of longing were unraveling in that single moment. With a gentle, almost teasing flick of his tongue against her lower lip, he urged her to open her mouth. She complied, parting her lips as she allowed him in, and things turned molten. His tongue slid against hers, and the heat spiraled when she let out a quiet, breathless moan. The sound sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock, pushing him further. His metal hand remained firm on her back, pulling her as close as possible, while the other slipped into her hair. She responded eagerly, gliding her fingers up his chest and tangling in his now messy hair, tugging him closer as if she couldn’t get enough. The kiss was all-consuming, urgent, and messy, as months of tension finally broke free. Eventually, they slowly pulled apart, their heavy breaths mingling in the charged air between them. His gaze dropped to her lips, now swollen and flushed, and he felt the undeniable pull to dive back in.

Then he noticed it.

His vibranium hand had slid down to her waist and was gripping harder than he intended. Much harder. He swallowed and looked at it, realizing what he had done. His hand, still gripping tightly, could have harmed her. He sighed, as the frustration and self-reproach tugged at him, unable to find a balance between his longing and his fear of hurting her.

She caught the sigh, and her eyes followed his downward gaze until they landed on his hand, still gripping her waist. And then it clicked, she understood. It wasn’t just the pressure of his hand; it was everything behind it. The strength he was constantly aware of, the control he had to maintain, the fear of hurting someone he cared about without meaning to. It wasn’t just about this moment, it was about everything he carried with him.

Instead of pulling away, she did the opposite. She shifted slightly, pressing closer into his hand, reassuring him. With that small gesture, she was telling him she trusted him, she wasn’t fragile, and she wasn’t going to break. He didn’t need to hold back with her.

He exhaled softly, and a question escaped his lips, one that had been lingering in his mind for far too long. “Have you ever thought how things would have been if we had met under different circumstances?” he wondered.

Her brow furrowed slightly. “Different how?” she asked, leaning in a little, searching his eyes.

Bucky took a breath, and his gaze drifted again as if he were caught somewhere between the past and the present. “I mean… if I hadn’t been…” He trailed off for a second, a shadow crossing his expression. “If I didn’t become what I am. If I’d been just… me.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, as though speaking the words out loud might break something fragile between them.

She stayed quiet, giving him the space he needed, her hand resting gently on his arm, a subtle reassurance.

“I think about it sometimes,” he admitted, and his eyes were distant, fixed on a point somewhere beyond her. “If we’d met before all the... before everything.” His lips pressed into a thin line, guilt flickering behind his blue eyes. “Maybe in another time, I could’ve been just a guy. Someone who didn’t have…” He paused, still pressing his vibranium hand against her back. “Someone that wouldn’t have been so messed up. Someone normal and approachable.”

Her heart clenched at the weight of his words. “Bucky-“ she started, but he shook his head slightly as if to wave off her sympathy.

“I don’t know,” he continued. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve…” He cut himself off, jaw tightening.

Without hesitation, she entwined their fingers, squeezing gently. “You do deserve this,” she said firmly as she met his gaze. She wasn’t going to let him retreat into the dark place where his self-deprecation lived. “You deserve to be happy, Buck. You’re a good man.” She sighed and shifted beside him, resting her head against the couch as she considered his previous words, and then, an idea popped up.

“Let’s see… if I had been born before 1920, I’d probably still be a nurse.” Her lips curved into a small smile as she looked at him sideways, eyes gleaming in the dim light. She watched his reaction closely, and her heart thumped a little faster as she waited. “I’d have enlisted to work in a field hospital. And… who knows, maybe we could have met when you were serving.” She let the thought linger in the air, light and playful, hoping it would lift the mood.

Bucky’s brows lifted slightly, and then he tilted his head, with a faint smile tugging at his lips. He shifted closer to her without even realizing, with his hand still resting lightly on her waist. “You would’ve been responsible for making sure I was fit for duty,” he mused, his tone was a little lighter now as if the idea of an alternate history didn’t seem so bad. “Keeping an eye on me, seeing my injuries, maybe even patching me up yourself.” He added with a playful edge, allowing himself to immerse in the scenario.

She grinned, shaking her head, eyes twinkling as she imagined the scene. “Oh, from what I heard about you, I doubt you would have visited the hospital very often, Sarge,” she teased, nudging his knee with hers playfully, a grin tugging at her lips.

Bucky chuckled, as his thumb began tracing slow, soothing circles on her back, a gesture she was growing fond of. “Probably not,” he agreed, leaning in slightly, “But I would’ve noticed you from afar. Even if I had no reason to be there, you would’ve stood out.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as her fingers absentmindedly brushed the back of his hand, and a smile played on her lips as she waited for his answer.

Bucky glanced down at their intertwined hands, his rough, calloused fingers brushing against her softer ones. He looked back up at her. “Because you’re beautiful,” he said simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She blinked, caught off guard. “Beautiful, me? Pfft!” She laughed softly, with a playful spark in her eyes. “But... now that I think about it, pin-up girls were a thing when you were serving, weren’t they?”

Bucky leaned back into the couch, pulling her with him, wrapping his arm firmer around her waist, with a slow grin. “Yeah, well, nurses were definitely included in the ‘interesting’ category too,” he teased. His eyes flicked down, tracing the curves of her body as his hand tightened slightly around her waist, making her feel self-conscious. “Especially ones with curves like yours.”

She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head, but before she could say anything, Bucky continued, his voice lower now, with a bit more serious tone. “You’d have been popular among the guys in camp, you know. They’d have been lining up, falling over themselves to get your attention.” He paused, flicking his gaze back to hers. “But trust me, I would’ve noticed you first. And I wouldn’t have let anyone else have a shot.”

Her cheeks heated as she tucked her legs beneath her, giving him a playful nudge. “Oh, so you would’ve asked me out?” she teased.

Bucky turned slightly toward her, sliding down slowly the hand resting on her arm, brushing her skin in soft, teasing strokes. “Oh, I wouldn’t have just asked,” he said with a smirk. “I’d have made sure you had no reason to say no.”

She felt her heart quicken at the subtle heat in his voice, the playful edge giving way to something more intense. Her breath hitched slightly, and she bit her lip as she gazed up at him. “Is that so?” she murmured. “And how would you have done that?” She leaned in a little, brushing her shoulder against his, closing the small space between them. “How was the game back then? Brought flowers? Invited me to dance?”

“Both, probably,” he murmured, resting his hand on her thigh, grazing the fabric of her dress with his thumb in slow, deliberate motions. “Flowers, because they’re classic... and dancing, because it’s intimate.”

“Well,” she whispered, leaning her head toward him, lips just inches from his ear, “I guess I would’ve let you court me, Sarge. Tell me about a date with you.”

Bucky’s hand tightened slightly on her thigh, just enough to make her heart race. His stubbled cheek brushed against hers as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. “Saturday night,” he whispered, barely grazing his lips on the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, “dinner at the Officers’ Club, followed by a slow dance... and then back to my quarters for a proper goodnight kiss.”

Her breath hitched, and her pulse quickened as the warmth of his breath and the weight of his words settled in her brain. She could feel the tension thickening in the air, and then, with almost a trembling voice, she teased, “Only a kiss?”

Bucky smirked against her skin, hovering his lips near her ear. “Maybe more than just a kiss,” he rasped, low and full of promise, “but only if you wanted it too.”

She arched an eyebrow, curving her lips into a teasing smile. “Hmm, I dunno, Sergeant Barnes... things were done more properly back then, right? No sex before marriage, and all that stuff?”

He let out a low chuckle, already inching his hand higher up her thigh. “You’re absolutely right,” he agreed, with a teasing edge. “I would've waited until our wedding night…” His hand slid beneath the fabric of her dress, fingers grazing the soft skin of her thigh. “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have thought about it. Every. Single. Day.” He leaned in again as he whispered. “How you’d look... how you’d feel... imagining all the ways I’d finally get to touch you.” His breath was warm against her skin, and the words, heavy with tension.

“Is that so?” she murmured, sliding her fingers up his chest, gripping his collar just enough to keep him close. “You think you could’ve waited?”

His hand tightened again on her thigh. “I would’ve tried... but I don’t think you would’ve made it easy.” Bucky’s playful tone faded into something more serious, and his voice dropped to a husky murmur. “Would you have let me… let me have you like that?”

She swallowed, gripping his shirt tighter as she looked up into his eyes, feeling the pull toward him in a way that left her defenseless. “I-” her voice faltered, but she managed to find her words. “Yeah, Bucky... I would’ve.”

Bucky’s vibranium hand, firm but tender, climbed from her waist tracing a slow, deliberate path up her spine. He then reached upfront for the little buttons at the neckline of her dress, being careful and bold as he unfastened them, one by one. Each undone button revealed more of her skin to his darkened gaze, and the way he looked at her made her feel exposed in a way that went beyond the physical. “I would’ve taken care of you,” he murmured, brushing his lips on her collarbone. “Made sure no one else got close to you.”

Her body leaned instinctively toward him, craving the closeness as her free hand ran up his arm, tracing the firm muscles beneath his shirt. “No one else would’ve mattered,” she whispered.

With a swift, deliberate motion, the hand on her neckline slid down and snaked behind her, grasping her ass and pulling her fully into his lap. She gasped as her hips pressed against his, feeling exactly how much he wanted her. “Every night,” he growled with need, “I would’ve made sure you were mine.” His eyes were ablaze with raw desire as he tightened his grip holding her firmly against his groin.

Her pulse raced, and her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them, and his mouth crashed into hers in a searing kiss. His other hand slid higher up her thigh, teasing the edge of her panties, brushing the soft skin. A soft moan escaped her lips, muffled by the kiss, and when he broke it, his lips found the curve of her neck.

“So only one kiss, huh?” she chuckled in a breathed tone, and her voice trembled with anticipation as her hips instinctively rocked against his.

Bucky inhaled deeply against her skin, trailing hot kisses toward her breasts. “Well, I would've kissed you every chance I got but believe me, that wouldn’t have been enough...” His words were thick with promise, and his breath was hot against her skin. He pressed his erection harder against her, slipping his hand between them, tracing her slick heat over her underwear with his fingers. The breathless gasp that escaped her was all the encouragement he needed. “… that wouldn’t have been fucking enough.” he whispered against her skin, his voice low and filled with hunger, as his fingers moved with purpose, leaving no doubt about what he wanted.

She bit her lip, and her voice was soft but laced with playful intent as she fed into the fantasy they were weaving. “Well, if we had ourselves a little house with a white fence, I’d have waited for you to come home every day in a frilly apron,” she locked her eyes onto his, and a teasing smile tugged at her lips as she added, “with nothing underneath.”

The image she painted made Bucky’s breath hitch, and his grip tightened around her ass. His eyes nearly rolled back, his imagination spiraling into wild possibilities. “Damn.” His voice was laced with lust. “If I could’ve had you waiting for me like that,” he murmured, gripping her tighter, fingers digging into her skin as his restraint began to falter “I’d have come home early every damn day just to take advantage of you.” His lips brushed the swell of her breasts, and the heat between them spiraled as his imagination ran wild, pulling her impossibly closer while teasing over her soaked panties.

Her gaze flicked from his lips back to his darkened eyes. “Oh yeah?” she challenged, in a sultry whisper. “Right there on the kitchen table?”

Bucky’s smirk deepened, and the raw desire in his eyes nearly swallowed her whole. “Hell yes, right there on the kitchen table,” he growled, his vibranium hand gripping her ass harder, possessively. “I’d bend you over it, flip up that little apron, and bury myself inside you until you screamed my name for the whole damn neighborhood to hear.” He confessed without a hint of shame or remorse.

Her body reacted instantly, pressing her hips hard against the teasing hand hovering over her clothed pussy. A soft, almost desperate whimper escaped her lips. His hand answered her need by slipping her panties aside, slowly sinking his fingers into her pussy, stretching her with deliberate, agonizing precision.

She let out a shaky breath, and her playful tone faltered as her body betrayed her. “How kinky,” she managed to tease, biting her lip as she met his gaze.

Bucky inhaled sharply, savoring the way she responded to him, moving his hand with more purpose now. “Kinky enough to have you blushing for days,” he growled, grazing his teeth up to her jawline before dragging his lips slowly up to brush against hers. His fingers kept sliding deeper inside her with slow, deliberate strokes. “And when the milkman came the next morning…” The hand on her ass squeezed the supple skin harder, pulling her even close against him, while the other continued its relentless torment between her legs. “...you’d be so sore from the night before, you wouldn’t even be able to stand straight. Couldn’t look anyone in the eye without blushing, remembering just how loud you screamed.”

She moaned at his statement, totally immersed in the fantasy. “Fuck, that sounds… so good, Buck.” She managed to say, as her voice trembled with want. She bit her lip again, locking eyes with him and starting to ground herself shamelessly against his fingers, as the pressure built quickly inside her. “But... would you only fuck me at the kitchen table when coming back? What about… other creative places? Like the back porch, under the shade of the bindweed?”

Bucky's eyes closed as her suggestion sparked a flood of heated thoughts. “Absolutely," he growled. He pushed his fingers knuckle-deep inside her, while his thumb circled her swollen clit, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. “I’d lift that sexy little apron right up, spread your legs wide open, and fuck you right there under the bindweeds," he murmured, brushing her ear, each word laced with dark promise. "And you'd moan my name, scream it, while everyone else thinks we’re just having a quiet afternoon tea."

The combination of his filthy words and the relentless pressure of his fingers sent her body trembling with anticipation, and her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. "Bucky…" she moaned softly, tightening her grip on him, desperate for everything he was giving her. Her hips bucked uncontrollably against his hand, and her breath hitched as his fingers curled inside her, hitting just the right spot that sent waves of pleasure radiating through her body. The pleasure kept building inside her, tightening, and coiling until every nerve in her body felt alive.

He felt the signals and growled, moving faster now, each stroke deliberate and calculated as his forehead pressed against hers. “I’d made sure no one could ever touch you the way I did,” he muttered, his voice low and possessive. "Every inch of you, mine." He punctuated the last words with hard, rhythmic rubs at one side of her clit and that was all she needed for the climax to hit her, a wave of intense pleasure crashing through her entire body. Her moans turned into soft cries as she buried her face on his neck, trembling violently as his hand continued to work her through it, prolonging her ecstasy.

When her body came down from her high, Bucky slowly withdrew his fingers. Panting, she looked at him and saw the raw, unbridled desire burning in his blue eyes. Without hesitation, she leaned in, finding his stubbled jaw with her lips, trailing soft, hungry kisses down his neck, nipping and sucking against his skin while her hand wandered lower and lower on his abdomen, finally unbuttoning his pants with deliberate slowness, venturing inside his underwear.

The moment her fingers brushed against his cock, he tensed and groaned. “W-wait,” he rasped, thick with need and restraint. His hand held hers firmly, keeping her from going further.

Her brow furrowed slightly in confusion, her lips still hovering near his neck. “Why?” she murmured, “I want to make you feel good too. You deserve it, Bucky,” she whispered, her words full of tenderness and desire.

Bucky let out a low, shaky breath with a hint of frustration. He knew he had to come clean. “I want it too, trust me,” he muttered, strained. “But it’s been so long... too long. If you touch me now…” He trailed off, swallowing hard. “Let me lead,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss her, deep and slow, pouring all his pent-up desire into the kiss.

She sighed softly, pulling back just enough to reach for the hem of her dress, slipping it over her head in one fluid motion. The fabric lifted away from her body, leaving her sitting in only her bra and panties as the dress was tossed to the side of the couch.

Bucky’s gaze darkened as he took her in, and his hands instinctively roamed over her bare skin. But then he groaned again softly, almost painfully, pausing as his grip tightened around her waist. “What happened to let me lead?” he rasped with restraint.

She parted her lips to respond with a half-hearted apology, but before she could, his hands were already sliding down her body, reclaiming control. His fingers traced her bra straps, slipping them off her shoulders with excruciating slowness. “I need to do it my way,” he murmured in a low growl as he leaned in, brushing her ear with his lips. “If you don’t behave... this ends before we even begin.”

The meaning of his earlier words hit her then. He wasn’t just leading to take his time with her; he was fighting to keep from losing control, from coming right there in his pants. Her teasing grin faltered, replaced with a softer expression. “Oh,” she whispered with understanding. “Sorry, I didn’t realize…” Her fingers gently grazed his cheek. “I didn’t mean to push you.” And then he saw the guilt on her face.

Bucky tensed slightly, inwardly cursing himself for letting his vulnerability slip. His masculine pride stung. Great job. Way to cool the mood. He forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, and leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers in an attempt to brush off the tension. “It’s alright,” he muttered, but the strain in his voice betrayed him. His fingers dug into her hips just a little, “I just... got worked up faster than I expected.” He exhaled shakily, trying to ease the tension. Then he started to move.

As his fingers worked at the clasp of her bra, slow and deliberate, he broke the silence with a low murmur thick with desire. “You know… I liked you from the moment we bumped into each other on the stairs,” he confessed, meeting her gaze. “I still remember the way you looked at me, even after I knocked you off balance and grabbed your arm. No gloves, metal hand out in the open… but you didn’t flinch.”

When her bra fell away, his gaze dropped to her exposed breasts, and a low groan rumbled in his chest. His flesh hand cupped her gently, brushing his thumb over her nipple in a slow, teasing motion.

“I loved how your uniform looked on you then,” he continued, as his tone grew huskier and his vibranium hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer. “I still do. Every time I see you in it, it makes it hard to focus on anything else.”

His thumb continued its slow teasing, but then his expression shifted, and a flicker of doubt crossed his face. His voice dropped, and a hint of regret slipped into his words. “I wish I’d asked you out sooner. The old me… he would've handled this better. Would’ve known exactly how to-”

“Stop,” She cut him off before he could finish, threading her fingers through his hair as she pulled him closer. “The moment of ‘what if’ has already passed. I don't want the man you used to be, Bucky.” Her lips brushed against his jaw, “I want you. Not someone I never knew.”

He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them fixing his gaze on hers. She wasn’t looking for the version of him with the effortless charm and swagger. She never did. She wanted him, baggage, scars, and everything else.

A slow, shaky breath escaped his lips, “You don’t know how much that means,” he muttered, brushing his lips against her jaw, then down to her neck. His movements were soft at first, but as her nails scrapped softly at his scalp, urging him on, the hesitation melted away.

His mouth found hers again, kissing her hard, moving his hands with more confidence again. “I’ve wanted this... you,” he rasped, his breath hot against her skin. “For so damn long.” She responded with a moan, arching into him as he took full control.

He groaned, unable to hold back any longer. He gently shifted her off his lap, laying her down on the couch, leaving his hands on her hips for a moment before he stood. His breathing was heavy, and though his chest tightened with familiar insecurities, especially about his arm, he pushed forward.

His fingers moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. As the fabric fell to the floor, his eyes darted to her face, half-expecting some flicker of hesitation or doubt. Instead, her gaze roamed over him, dark with desire as her eyes took in the hard lines of his chest. “Damn... you’re perfect.” Her voice came out breathy and soft. Swallowing hard, Bucky quickly slid his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, kicking them aside. Now fully bare before her, he stood there, chest rising and falling as her gaze lingered on him. He could see her eyes focused on his size for a brief moment, her lips parting as she let out a soft, breathless sound. The way she looked at him -no hesitation, only hunger- made his insecurities, the doubts about his scars, his arm, everything, to retract to a far corner of his mind.

Without a word, he climbed on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. His hands trailed down her sides, gripping her hips firmly as he pulled her closer. Slowly, he guided his cock to her slick pussy, teasing her as he coated his shaft with her wetness. A low, rumbling groan escaped his lips as he playfully rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.

She reacted instantly, writhing beneath him. “Bucky…” she moaned softly, tilting up her hips toward him, aching for more.

He moved slowly, sliding inside her inch by inch, pausing as soon as he was fully sheathed, giving her a moment to adjust. Her body clenched tightly around him, and a gasp escaped her lips as her nails dug into his shoulders as he waited. Her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts, the feeling of his cock filling her was completely overwhelming.

He pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, slowly and deliberately, testing her response. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut as she struggled to find her breath, her thighs trembling around his hips with each thrust.

“Fuck, Bucky,” she managed to whisper breathlessly, her voice barely audible but heavy with surprise and awe. “You’re big. I’ve never- oh, God!”

Her words sparked something deep within him, the mixture of pleasure-pain igniting a fire he could barely contain. A low growl rumbled in his throat as his control began to slip. His hands moved to the back of her thighs, gripping them firmly just beneath her knees, then in one swift motion, he lifted her legs, spreading her wider as he started to thrust deeper, hitting spots that made her eyes fly open, a strangled moan escaping her lips. “Bucky… oh my God,” she gasped again, her voice trembling as she struggled to take all of him.

Encouraged by her reaction, he picked up the pace, thrusts growing harder and faster, losing himself in the haze of lust that overtook him. He pulled her thighs higher, spreading her wider, driving into her with relentless force. Each thrust was deeper and rougher, and her moans quickly turned into desperate, breathless cries of pleasure.

The sound of her moans, the way she cried out his name, only fueled him further. “You like that?” he growled, in a low and ragged voice as he thrust into her again, deeper, harder. Her slick heat gripped him tighter and pulled him deeper with every movement, making his pulse race. “Look at me, Doll. You like it rough?”

Her body arched beneath him, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto as the force of his thrusts tore through her body. “Yes! Bucky… fuck! Don’t stop,” she moaned, her voice breaking as he kept his relentless, punishing pace.

“Oh, I won’t stop,” he growled, pulling out of her with a slick sound, only to flip her over onto her stomach in one swift motion. His hands gripped her hips roughly, pulling her ass up and positioning her on all fours before she had time to catch her breath.

Before she could process the shift, Bucky slammed back into her, filling her completely. She gasped, and her fingers clutched at the couch cushions as he drove into her from behind, with an unrelenting pace. “Is this what you wanted, hm?” he rasped, his flesh hand sliding up her back before grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly as he rammed against her, thrusting deep and hard.

She let out a scream of pleasure as he pounded into her. “Yes! Oh God, yes,” she cried, her body helpless under his rough control.

Bucky grunted with each powerful thrust, tightening his grip on her hair, digging his metal fingers into her hip, guiding her back onto him. The angle allowed him to go even deeper, kissing her cervix with every heavy push of his hips. Her broken moans only spurred him on, so he kept the rhythm of their bodies frantic and primal, skin slapping against skin in a lewd symphony.

He released her hair and grabbed both her hips, yanking her back onto his cock with force, losing himself in the haze of lust. “Come for me,” he growled, his hand coming down on her ass with a sharp smack, making her gasp.

Before she could recover, his fingers slid between her legs, finding her clit. He circled it with firm, deliberate pressure as he leaned over her, thrusting still deeper. “I want you to fucking come all over me, Doll.” The moment his fingers touched her, her body responded, hips bucking involuntarily as her breath hitched. The pressure building inside her hit its peak, and with a loud, desperate moan, she shattered beneath him, trembling violently as she came.

The tight, pulsing grip of her body sent Bucky over the edge. “Fuck,” he ground out, as his muscles locked when the pleasure slammed into him, sharp and all-consuming. He buried himself deep with a final, shuddering thrust, thick warmth spilling inside her as his body tensed and jerked, caught in the force of his orgasm. A ragged gasp left his lips as he pressed his forehead to her back, riding out the aftershocks while the last tremors of pleasure rippled through their bodies.

The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, their bodies still trembling, slick with sweat as they tried to come down from the high. Bucky stayed inside her a moment longer, moving his fingers in slow, lazy circles over her clit, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure as her body pulsed beneath him.

But as the haze of bliss began to fade, his mind caught up with his body, and a flicker of doubt creeping in. Had he been… too much?

Slowly, he withdrew, and the sudden cool air contrasted with the heat their bodies have shared. His hand slid up to her shoulder, gently, almost hesitant. “Are you okay?” His voice was low, uncertain.

She turned her head slightly, pressing her cheek into the cushion as her hooded eyes found his. “Better than okay,” she murmured. “That was... perfect, Buck.”

He exhaled, feeling the tension in his body ease a little, but as always, his mind refused to quiet. What if she was trying to play it cool after being on the receiving end of nearly eighty years of pent-up frustration?

Sensing his unease, she shifted, sitting up on the couch. Her hands cradled his face, gently brushing her thumbs against his skin. He looked almost miserable for someone who had, minutes ago, been nothing short of a god of intercourse.

“You didn’t hurt me, Bucky,” she said. “I meant it when I said it was perfect. Stop overthinking. It was the best I’ve ever had.” Her cheeks heated as she realized the weight of her words, but she didn’t back down. “I mean it,” she added, as her gaze dropped for a moment.

The tension in his body slowly began to melt away as he absorbed her words. His breathing steadied, and the storm of doubts in his mind started to quiet. He looked down, feeling a pang of guilt for letting his insecurities creep in precisely in that moment. Running a hand through his messy hair, he shook his head.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to ruin… I just- I get in my head sometimes.”

She gave him a gentle smile, brushing her fingers on his scruffy cheek again. “You didn’t ruin anything, Bucky, not even close. If anything, the only thing you’ll have to atone for is setting the bar pretty high.” she winked.

Bucky’s lips curved into a small, almost shy smile and he exhaled deeply, feeling how the weight on his chest finally lifted. Without saying anything else, he reached up, gently cupping her cheek, brushing softly over her skin in a silent gesture of gratitude.

They stayed like that for a while, comforted on each other’s caresses. The silence between them wasn’t empty; it was full of understanding, unspoken promises, and the certainty that, somehow, they were exactly where they were meant to be.

Dividers by: @/strangergraphics