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dilemmaontwolegs · 3 years ago

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Lost Boy || Bodyguard!Bucky

Bodyguard!Bucky x fem!reader

A/N: For @wint3r-h3art 1.2K followers celebration 💝

Summary: Bucky comes back into your life but time has certainly changed things - but not the way you feel about him. Warnings: 18+ only, angst, smut, oral (both), unprotected sex WC: 4.6k

You watched the man across the table pop another fry into his mouth and talk about his latest hobby. You could barely concentrate on what he was saying as he drawled on and on about his gym routine and you slid your chair out as you stood up. There was no way you could sit through another minute of hearing about his gaudy lifestyle.

“Excuse me.”

You didn’t even give him a chance to respond before you wove through the restaurant to the bathrooms at the back, your bodyguard shadowing behind you. The moment the door closed, you turned and rested your back to it, just needing some silence. You could feel Bucky’s presence on the other side of the door, ensuring no one bothered you while you collected yourself.

“Everything okay, prinţesă?” He asked quietly, feeling as if his lips were almost pressed to your ear.

You sighed with a shiver and hated that he still had the same affect on you as he did when you were young. You thought he was gone from your life, enlisted and serving in the military, but there he was, hired by your father and assigned as your bodyguard. Every touch, every kiss, had been imprinted on your skin and you felt their burn now as a mere two inches of wood separated you.

“Why did you come back?”

You felt the door handle turn and stepped away as Bucky opened it, his body easing through the narrow space before he shut it again. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes as he leant against the marble vanity and crossed his arms, flashing his Glock 17 that hung from his shoulder holster. It felt like a betrayal that he had to stand at your back, watching you go on a date with a man who wasn’t him.

“I missed home.”

Your eyes misted as you remembered the nights you spent entwined in your bed, after he managed to sneak past your security and scale tree to climb through your window. You remembered the way he would hold you close and kiss your temple, his touch like fire across your skin. He was your orphan boy, forever being moved around the foster system, who only ever had one home, one that he always found his way back to.

You looked at the fishbone tiles on the floor then at your pedicured toenails peeking out of the peeptoe heels, you looked anywhere but where you wanted as you awkwardly scuffed the red heel over the grout lines. Movement caught your peripheral vision and once you saw his polished brogue shoe you couldn’t help following the sight up his pressed black trousers, then you were at the stark white dress shirt and still your eyes kept climbing. In the bright fluorescent lights his eyes were almost the shade of cyan and you lost all sense of self as memories of those eyes left you frozen.

“I missed you too.”

His full lips curled up at your quiet admission and he pushed off the vanity to close the space between you. His large hand cupped your cheek and he brushed his thumb over your lips he had missed, wishing he could feel them against his once again. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you felt his smooth leather glove warming your face, his touch too soft for a man as strong as he was. You stood up a little straighter, closing the distance even more until you could feel his breath against your lips.

“Clause 7.”

Your eyes shot open and a frown grew at the odd thing to say. “Excuse me?”

“You haven’t seen the contract your father gives everyone, have you?” He chuckled. “You’re Clause 7.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sorry, prinţesă, touching you unless it is to save your life is strictly forbidden.” He said as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes running down the scoop neck of your dress and drinking in the sight. “Rules are rules.”

“What happened to my fearless Lost Boy?” You asked, tracing the almost invisible scar that ran over his eyebrow before going in search of the matching scar he received the same night. “The boy from Brooklyn that I knew never cared about the rules.”

His fingers wrapped around your wrist before you could pull his shirt out from where they were neatly tucked into his trousers. “He grew up.”

You could certainly see that, along with a haunted look that passed behind his eyes so fast you thought you imagined it. His boyish charm had evolved beyond sexy and you felt a pang of jealousy that he would have had plenty of women over the years. It was impossible to ignore the potent sexual energy radiating from him, the inticing lure in his eyes, the tease of his tongue that rolled over his full lips. Even his 5 o’clock shade, shaped neatly across his jaw, promised the heat of friction between your legs and you clenched them at the thought alone.

“If that’s true, I guess it won’t do any harm leaving my bedroom window open tonight.” You said softly as you slipped your hand from his and left the bathroom.

You couldn’t stomach returning to the date and sitting across from the man for another minute, opting to make a feeble excuse of not feeling well. It was rude but you couldn’t sit there in good conscience when the only man you had ever wanted was watching with dark eyes from the next table.

When you arrived home you bid goodbye to your guards, calling it a night, and left them to swap their radios with the night watchmen. You turned at the top of the stairs, just catching a glimpse of Bucky’s dark hair before it disappeared out the staff exit before making your way to your room. You lay on your side, watching the breeze gently sway the curtain and listening for any sound that might be Bucky. You had almost given up as 3am rolled around and your eyes grew as heavy as your heart.

“Not going to sleep on me now, are you, doll?” Bucky asked quietly as he pulled himself through the opening of your window, silently closing it behind him.

You threw your bedding back as you sat up, heart racing. “I wasn’t sure you would come.”

“I tried not to.” He admitted as he took a seat on the edge of your bed, fingers feeling the delicate lace hem of the babydoll negligee you wore.

“I’m glad you did.” You smiled as you placed your hand on his and drew it higher up your leg.

There was only a moment's hesitation before his body kicked in and he hungrily pushed the lace up over your hips, climbing onto the bed as he laid you back into the pillows. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he could hear your heartbeat, the hammering in your chest only increasing as he caged you in his arms and teased you with anticipation, his kissable lips hovering over yours. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since you were teenagers in this very situation with Bucky sneaking through your window, but it also felt like yesterday.

It was amazing that so much time could pass yet everything you had felt came rushing back when his lips danced with yours. A soft sigh slipped out as you tasted him and your need for him intensified in an instant as you tugged his shirt up his body. You felt him tense beneath your touch and he pulled back to see you pouting at the loss of his body on yours.

He sat back on his knees as he ran a hand roughly through his hair, tugging at the strands that were far shorter than he used to have. His confidence was waning and he looked back to the window, regret haunting him for even climbing through it. You wanted to ease his mind, wondering why he seemed to be in two minds over returning, so you sat up and took his hand that was reaching for his hair once more.

“Talk to me, Buck.” You quietly pleaded as you curled your legs under you and mirrored his stance. “You know you can still talk to me about anything.”

“Not this.” He murmured before giving you a fake smile that did nothing to placate the knots in your stomach.

You tipped your head down and looked up at him from under your lashes, hoping he still wasn’t impervious to your charm. “Please…”

His jaw tensed as he tried to resist but he dropped his head down too, his forehead resting against yours as he sighed in defeat. “I missed you every second I was away…but it’s not the reason I came home.”

You waited for him to explain but he just sat back and slowly pulled his gloves off his hands. Between the glow of the city and the moonlight outside, you noticed the difference in his hands instantly, one appeared to be made of metal. You slowly reached out to touch it and he flinched as he fought his instinct to withdraw it from your touch, but after a deep breath he nodded his head.

The black and gold plates moved smoothly beneath your fingertips and he let you turn it over to see his palm that no longer held the crease of his life line you had traced a thousand times. You pushed his sleeve back and saw the plates continue up his wrist, a frown growing as you felt the questions building.

Your voice was barely a whisper as you pulled the sleeve back down and placed your hand in his. “What happened to you, Buck?”

“What didn’t?” He chuckled humorlessly before it turned to a sob and he started to climb off the bed. “I shouldn’t have come.”

You chased him across the floor, planting yourself in front of the window before he could open it. Your chest ached for him, and it didn’t matter that years had passed because in that moment he was once again your Lost Boy. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest, listening to the rapid pounding of his heart as his teardrops rained down on you. His arms encased you and you stumbled under his weight as he felt his first real comfort since enlisting and he almost collapsed at the relief.

“Shhh, it’s okay Jamie, you’re home now.”

Bucky had always been big, even as a teen he had stood a full head higher than most other boys his age, but now he was no longer lanky with his height. He had filled out with mass and muscle during the years he spent in the army, his size too much for you to support alone. He caught himself as you began to sink to the floor and his protective instinct kicked in, taking his control back before leading you back to the bed.

Bucky wiped his eyes and you could see he was embarrassed by his breakdown but you didn’t know how to erase it, only distract him. You laced your fingers in his hair and climbed onto his lap to claim his soft lips, tasting the salt of his tears as your tongue rolled across them. His chest shuddered with a shaky breath and you opened your eyes to see his pale blue ones glowing in the moonlight.

“Let me in, please.” You begged quietly as your fingers brushed the hem of his shirt, waiting for him to give you permission.

His eyes screwed shut and his nod was almost imperceptible but it was there, just. Your palms brushed up under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his abs tensing at your touch that was slowly climbing. It took a moment to realise the marks on his chest weren’t sun spots or freckles but scars, dozens of cuts that had long since healed. Your throat constricted as you imagined the pain Bucky must have gone through and tears began to well when you found even more as you pushed his shirt up higher.

“You don’t have to do this.” He whispered. “I get it if you want to stop.”

The way he spoke, as if you had already rejected him, made you think there was someone out there who had done that exact thing. You couldn’t help thinking what a foolish person they were because Bucky was amazing in every way.

Tightening your grip on his shirt you pulled it up so he had to lift his arms and then it was gone, floating to the floor as you saw the extent of his injury. The plates shifted as he lowered his arm and you ran your hand along the length until you reached the point where metal met man, cool met warm, hard met soft. You watched his Adam's apple bounce with the heavy gulp of a swallow as you kissed the puckered scarring where the two joined and felt his sigh across your skin.

You trailed your kisses over his collarbone and up his neck, relishing at the feel of his pulse racing under your tongue. A hum of delight caressed his skin as you felt his beard beneath your lips until they were replaced with his as his patience ran out. The fear of your rejection was gone and now the hunger for your body returned, a soft growl erupting from his chest as he pulled you tighter to his body and against his erection.

“So how are you feeling about those rules now?” You asked as you pulled away breathless and smirking.

“I guess I haven’t changed as much as I thought I had.” He chuckled, flexing his metal arm before rolling over and pinning you to the bed. “Think you can be quiet for me, prinţesă?”

You nodded your head because you couldn’t trust your voice to hold the lie, knowing it would take a miracle to silence your moans with him. He lips twitched with a shake of his head as he saw through you and leant back to grab your hips and flip you onto your stomach. As much as he wanted to see your beautiful face, he couldn’t risk the night watchmen hearing you and coming to investigate so he tugged your hips up and tucked a pillow under your face.

“Now, be a good girl.” He warned between the kisses he peppered down your spine. “Don’t. Make. A. Sound.”

His hands roamed over your ass, kneading the swell of flesh as he took his time reacquainting himself with your body. You buried your face in the pillow to stifle the moan that threatened to spill from your parted lips when he ran his fingers through your folds. The contrast of the cold metal teasing your heated core left you panting for more and you pushed your hips back greedily.

“God I missed you,” he murmured as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, stretching you ready for him, “especially how wet you get for me.”

Your brain was starting to fail as he pressed the pad of his thumb to your clit and your teeth bit hard into the pillow with a deep moan. The sound of blood rushing through your head filled your eardrums and your walls began to quiver around his digits as he teased you with the promise of an orgasm. Your hips were rocking against his hand, soft mewls escaping the memory foam between your teeth, and you fought the urge to cry out his name as you dove headfirst into your climax.

“That’s my good girl.” He praised quietly in your ear as he kissed your shoulder blade, riding out the aftershocks with slow strokes. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers, bet you’re so fucking tight.”

You lifted your head from the pillow, certain you could control yourself for a few short seconds. “Fuck me and find out.”

Dawn was just bringing to break and you knew your time with Bucky would be coming to an end. Exhaustion left your eyelids heavy but you fought to stay awake so you didn’t waste a moment in his presence.

Bucky watched you from hooded eyes, half reclined against your pillows while you laid on your tummy between his legs. You rested your chin on your arm that was splayed across his abs while you doodled with a marker. There was a strange beauty to his scars, like a constellation of stars mapping his pain and suffering, and his determination to survive.

“I found your star sign.” You smiled as you connected the dots with the pen, adding to the smiley face and gun you had already drawn from the scars. “Uh-oh…”

Concern crumpled his forehead and his muscles bunched up as he sat a little straighter. “What's wrong?”

“I could’ve sworn this said Whiteboard.” You frowned as you saw the bold lettering along the pen clearly spelling PERMANENT. Just to be sure you licked your thumb and tried to wipe your pictures off but found it useless. “I have some nail polish remover somewhere around here…”

You tried to climb off in search of it but Bucky stopped you, pulling you back down to him with a smile, his cock beginning to stir as he watched you bite your lip. “Leave ‘em, they can be my reminder of our night.”

“Why do you need a reminder?” You asked, tossing the pen on your bedside drawers before climbing up his body and straddling his hips. “You could just spend every night with me.”

“As much as I would love that, you know why.” He said with a shake of his head.

His cock was testament to his words, the hard length nestled between your legs until you angled your hips and sunk yourself down on him. His lips parted with a heavy exhale and his hands gripped your hips to spur you on, surprised you even had the energy to go another round after spending the last two hours locked in illicit embrace. He wasn’t complaining, he had years to make up for and there would never be enough time to do all the things he wanted to do with you.

It was hard to sit and listen to your board of directors when you could see Bucky’s outline in your peripheral vision. As good as the bodyguards were at standing completely still they were still human, and when you saw him move you forgot what your Chief Financial Officer was saying and your attention turned to Bucky. You swivelled in your seat, adjusting to get comfortable after the hours spent in bed left your pussy with a sweet ache, and caught Bucky’s jaw clenched as he tried to stifle a yawn.

“...our margins are up 3% on the last quarter…”

Your CFO droned on about the latest profits and you forced yourself to focus back on him but you couldn’t stop your mind wandering back to last night. You felt slightly guilty that Bucky was tired but you were sure he would agree with you when you said it was worth it. Still, you were in desperate need of caffeine if you were going to stay awake for the rest of the day and your PA was nowhere to be seen. You leant back, looking through the blurred glass meeting room door to see if she was hiding at her desk but she wasn’t there either.

“Something you need, prinţesă?” Bucky whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“My PA is AWOL.” You murmured back, trying not to cause an interruption to the others. “And I need coffee.”

You didn’t have to look to see a smirk teasing his lips and the warmth of his proximity cooled as he moved towards your other bodyguard to exchange quiet words. Your eyes followed Bucky as he headed to the doors, turning and opening it with his back, a little nod in your direction. All thoughts of the meeting were gone as you watched his blurry figure disappear along the corridor.

“...Mr Y/L/N is proposing a merger deal with-”

“Excuse me?” You interrupted as you sat up straighter and pressed your palms to the table. “My father has no place proposing anything.”

“He is a shareholder-”

“And I am the majority.” You pointed out. “There will be no merger.”

Your father tried to control as many aspects of your life that he could, from your personal security to who you dated, but you had built your business from the ground up and he could not touch your brainchild. Bucky looked ready to murder someone as he tore the door open and stepped in with a coffee cup in one hand and scowl on his face. He had heard your raised voice as you PA had stepped out of the elevator with your coffee order, promptly swiping it from her and heading in to find out who had pissed you off.

“Everything okay?” He asked with restrained rage that only you could see, placing the cup on the table beside your cell phone.

“Perfect.” You smiled as you pinned the CFO with a look that warned him not to argue. “We were just wrapping up.”

You closed the folder on the table, slipping it under your arm before grabbing the coffee and humming as you lifted it to your lips and you smelt the delicious aroma.

“Trying to make me jealous, doll?” Bucky whispered behind you as you headed for your office, your other guard taking lead.

“Depends, is it working?” You teased, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

The soft groan you heard gave you the answer you needed and widened your grin. “Hey Sean, I’ll just be here for the rest of the day. Didn’t I hear your daughter has her first softball game today?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled proudly before he opened your office door, giving it a quick sweep and finding it empty. “She's a pitcher this year.”

“I’m sure Bucky can handle an afternoon of boredom alone, why don’t you go support your little girl?”

He frowned as he thought about it and was about to decline when Bucky spoke first. “We will be fine here, I’ll make sure she has no reason to leave for a few hours at least.”

Satisfied, he grinned happily. “Thank you.”

You waved off his thanks as he left the office, a pep in his step as he pulled out his phone. Bucky was already moving before the door closed shut and the automatic lock engaged, his fingers grabbing your chin and tipping your head back to claim your lips in a rough kiss.

“That was very nice of you.” He chuckled when he pulled away.

“I’m hardly altruistic,” you purred as you began unbuttoning his dress shirt, “there was definitely an ulterior motive.”

His tongue rolled over his lip and you felt the ghost of the touch between your legs, remembering how that tongue had left you a sopping mess. The rush of the forbidden affair flooded through your body and you couldn’t wait any longer to taste him again. You dropped to your knees as you unbuckled his belt and freed his stiff cock, thinking he had spent more time hard than soft in the last 24 hours.

“You’re gonna ruin your makeup, baby.” He said as he ran his thumb over your parted lips, slightly smearing your lipstick.

You smirked and nipped at his thumb but he pulled it away with a chuckle as you began to stroke him, tracing the veins up and down his long length. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

His eyes darkened as you kissed the tip, teasing the slit with your tongue until his head began to spin and he thought he would pass out. Needing support, he leant back against your desk, gripping the edge with one hand and holding your head with the other as he moaned.

“Fuck, show me how far you can take it, prinţesă.” He begged with a deep, gravelly voice that sent another wave of desire pooling in your panties.

You opened your mouth wide around his girth and sucked your way down his length, fighting to resist your gag reflex as he hit the back of your throat. His soft hairs tickled your nose when you made it all the way down his shaft, your eyes beginning to water as you struggled to breathe. His thumb wiped away the tears that escaped and you decided you should invest in waterproof mascara from now on as the digit came away stained.

Bucky’s moans spurred you on, your head bobbing up and down as you skimmed your nails over his abs and felt them tensing as he fought the urge to spill himself down your throat. You would have happily swallowed his cum before licking him clean but he had other plans as he pulled you away and lifted you to your feet. The room spun quickly and in an instant you found yourself sitting on the edge of your desk with your legs spread.

“You know there’s only one place I want to cum, doll, right here.” He brushed your damp panties aside and with one well aimed thrust he filled you completely.

You would have cried at the sudden fullness but his mouth was on yours and he stole the very air from your lungs as he hammered home. Your computer screen wobbled as the desk rocked and you fisted the back of his suit jacket before you accidentally knocked anything over as you held on for dear life.

Bucky whispered sweet nothings in your ear, words too soft for such a hard fucking, but they left your heart melting and your pussy fluttering. You couldn’t get him closer enough, even with every inch of you touching you still wanted more so you tightened your legs around his hips and rocked yours to meet his thrusts.

“Holy shit, ‘m not gonna last long with you doing that.” Bucky rasped as he felt your legs shaking around him.

“I’m so close, Buck…don’t stop.” You begged as your head began to spin and your core ached for the release that was within your reach. “Don’t…”

Bucky bent his knees and the small change in the angle rode him over your g-spot, the small touch needed to send the dominoes falling, your walls clamping down as your head tipped back in a silent scream. Seeing the pure ecstasy in your face sent Bucky into overdrive, wanting to share the moment of bliss right there with you and he slammed himself as deep as he could before he let go, shuddering as he filled your quivering cunt with his cum.

His chest was heaving as he slowed down, enjoying the silken feel of your wet walls as he overstimulated himself before coming to a stop. Your lipstick was smeared, your lips swollen from his kiss, your neck irritated by beard rash and mascara ran down your cheeks but he had never seen anything more beautiful as he kissed your forehead softly.

“I love you, my prinţesă.” He murmured as he rested his cheek on your forehead, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal.

“I love you too, my lost boy.”

You felt his smile on your skin and swore you saw the pulse on his neck speed up before your eyes. “Not lost anymore.”

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blackbat05 · 3 years ago

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Close Contact

Frank Castle x Reader

A/N: Frank and Reader are partners in this! An interesting take in Bed sharing AU? Hope y’all will like it and feedback is always appreciated!

Genre: PG-13, Fluff and Angst.

Notes: Happy 1.2k followers @wint3r-h3art! Been truly blessed to have known you and thank you for the challenge!

2300hrs,

‘Frank, slow down. My leg can’t keep up.’ You tell him for what you believe to be the umpteenth time.

Your partner merely grunts but he makes an effort to minimize his strides. You’re not an idiot. You know he’s pissed off. Perhaps if you were in his shoes, you would be too.

For months, the two of you were chasing every lead on the notorious Kingpin, pulling all stops to even get a whiff of his trace.

Finally, Frank had tracked him down to Macau with rumors of a booming drug trade that involved very dubious clientele.

Everything was going well. Too well.

Firefight happening in split seconds, you raced to rescue a young woman who was about to be caught in the rain of bullets being exchanged.

Pushing her out of the way, you lose sight of the enemy. That’s how you earned two bullets - one in your leg and one at your side.

Breathing heavily, you focus all your energy to stay conscious. It definitely helped to push the unpleasant emotions you had, even if it was just temporary.

Reaching the motel, Frank sets you down gently at the side of the staircase, gruffly instructing you to stay put while he gets a room.

Leaving you under the flickering lights, your mind is allowed to run freely, wondering what went wrong. You knew you were good at your job, so why did it feel like you were a nuisance?

As the rain starts to fall, so do your tears. You were sick of being at the receiving end of such injustice. Impulsiveness overtaking you, you push yourself up, hobbling away from the motel. No way you were going to be under the radar of Frank’s silent glares.

The neon lights from the signboard are about to blind your vision. It probably doesn’t matter as you walk aimlessly, with no destination in sight.

You don’t know how long you have been away from home carrying out multiple back to back missions. All you knew is that you were starting to become very tired.

Texas. Cuba. India. Vietnam. Macau.

You didn’t know it was possible to be ignored across continents.

Caught up in your thoughts, you fail to see an oncoming light from a car. Before you can react, a rough hand grabs you by the wrist, pulling you towards them.

Frank.

‘I told you to wait for me right? Why don’t you ever listen?’

That broke something in you. Pushing him away with your free hand, you gave him a hard stare.

‘Leave me alone Castle. Since that’s what you always do.’ Turning away, you attempt to continue walking but without much success.

A sharp pain attacks your side, throwing you off balance. The street starts to dissolve and the artificial lights fade into darkness.

The last thing you hear is Frank calling out for your name.

***

Regaining consciousness, the dull pain brings you back to your senses.

Craning your neck, you find yourself lying on a bed with Frank sleeping beside you on a sofa that looks way too small for him.

You try to move, hissing in pain. This wakes Frank up immediately as he’s by your side checking on the wounds.

‘I’ve managed to stop the bleeding but we’ll have to check on it every three hours.’ He tells you.

At a loss of what to do next, you simply nod as a gesture of thanks. The next few seconds are painfully silent, as the both of you are thinking of words to fill the air.

‘I’m sorry.’

You turn to face him, surprised that he took the initiative for the first time. Still, you didn’t want to cave in that easily.

‘For?’

Frank’s expression was unreadable. He rubs the bridge of his nose. ‘I didn’t mean to belittle you. You’re good at what you do.’

‘Then why do I feel that you hate me? That you think that I’m a liability?’ You challenged him.

‘I don’t-’

‘If you think that I was a burden to you, you should have just left me to bleed out.’

Frank freezes, hands clenched behind his back. He knew it was your accumulated anger speaking, so why did it pierce his heart so badly?

‘Please don’t say that.’ His voice comes out in a tremble.

‘What? Leaving me to die? If you think my death inconveniences you, don’t worry.’ You were mildly confused at his behavior despite your venomous tone.

‘Do you really think so little of me?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Whenever I’m with you, I lose all my rationality. I couldn’t afford that, so I tried to push you away.’ Frank sighs, trying to calm down. ‘But what happened back there… it scared the shit out of me. I realized that if anything bad happened to you, it’s as good as killing me twice.’

He doesn’t know how to continue. So Frank settles for awkwardly staring at his feet.

‘Come here.’ You beckon him to come closer. Moving yourself to the edge of the bed, you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his shoulder.

Frank initially stiffens at contact, but your scent embraces him warmly, telling him that it’s ok to be vulnerable in your presence.

Reluctantly releasing him from your embrace, you finally address the elephant in the room.

‘Have you been sleeping on that couch?’

Frank shrugs nonchalantly. ‘There was only one bed but that’s alright. Been in much tougher places.’ He sees you crinkle your nose in worry and can’t help but to feel a warm sensation in his heart.

‘I’m better now,’ you move towards the other end of the tiny bed, patting the empty space beside you. ‘Sleep here.’

Before he can reject, you shoot down all his excuses, insisting that he needs to get a good night’s rest.

Settling into bed, Frank refuses to fall asleep first. He wants to make sure that your wounds aren’t disturbing your rest. Upon seeing the steady rise and fall of your chest, Frank carefully brings you closer into his body.

Looking at your peaceful form, Frank is glad that he can finally be around you as his true self.

Because being at such close contact means that he will be able to protect you freely for eternity.

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buckybleu · 2 years ago

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no place like home

pairing: mafia!Bucky Barnes x dectective!reader

"When l'm just with you, love needs no explanation. It just is and we just are." - Michael Faudet

warnings: (18+ NSFW, Minors DNI) fingering, mentions of minor character death, smidge of angst

word count: 2.1k

A/N: I'm a day late on the deadline (sorry Linda, life got hectic 😅) but this for @wint3r-h3art 1.2k writing challenge! Congratulations again on your milestone, cheers to many more 🎉 It's been a minute since I've written something, so I'm rusty haha. I hope you enjoy reading this 💗

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All the wealth and power of New York runs through the veins of Bucky Barnes. Legitimate businesses throughout the city are lucrative fronts for his statewide, underground operations. No one really knows what happens under the table. There are rumors of gambling rings, narcotic and drug trafficking, fraud, loan sharking, but nothing is concrete. But with this much speculation and murmurs, you’d think the police would be tipped off.

No. No one dares to go to the police, in fear of Barnes's retaliation.

No one except you.

A smirk plays on Bucky’s face when the metal door opens, followed by the clicks of your heels. Bucky knows better than to speak to the police without Steve. Senators, judges, and the district attorney sit snug in Bucky’s back pocket. One phone call and all of this could go away.

He’s not worried though and decides against it. It’s been too long since he last saw you.

Though they were in happier circumstances.

“Mr. Barnes,” you open the manilla folder and slide it in front of Bucky, “care to explain these photos to me?” In front of Bucky is an array of black and white photos, some taken from afar of him in his car and close ups of him and another figure.

“It’s a bit too hard to make out what these photos are, angel.” Bucky licks his lips, adoring the frustrated pout on your lips. Those lips are his vice, especially when they’re wrapped around his cock.

You walk around the table, hovering over his left shoulder. The next photo clearly shows Bucky and Rumlow at the harbor ports. “Two dozen cargo shipments were seized early this morning, all filled with crates of narcotics, among other things. Brock Rumlow has been arrested for narcotic and drug trafficking and possession with intent to distribute.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” asks Bucky, carefully eyeing the blinking red light in the corner. As much as he loves playing dumb with you, Bucky’s not stupid.

You glance down at the photos on the table, huffing with annoyance. There’s no way Bucky will give you the information you want, especially knowing how many hawks are listening and watching on the other side of the window. ��Give us five, Maximoff. Cut the cameras and audio.” Wanda’s concerned eyes ask you the unwavering question. Are you sure boss? Only when you give her an assured nod, they leave the room.

The crimson light halts, indicating you’re both free to say and do whatever, without the eyes and ears of your colleagues. You carefully slide onto the table in front of Bucky and lean forward, grasping his chin between your fingers.

“You and I both know what happened at those ports, Bucky. I’m not asking you to fess’ up, give me something that I could work with here.” There’s no doubt in your mind that Bucky’s manufacturing and selling drugs to Rumlow. Hell, you even know where all the warehouses that store his large cargo shipments are.

Bucky chuckles, shaking his head. “Angel, you really want to talk about work right now? I haven’t seen you in months and this is how you treat me? No kiss hello?” His left calloused hand slides up your thigh until they’re under your skirt, fingers toying with the flimsy lace. “Are these my favorite? It’s like you were expecting me to touch you.”

The edge of the cold metal table sinks into your thighs as Bucky slowly rubs your clit, slick wetting your inner thighs. You try to pull Bucky’s hand away but your resolve breaks when two of his fingers sink into your warm pussy.

“Months, angel. You don’t answer texts or calls, deprive me of my pussy, and now you try to get me in trouble?” Bucky hums in disappointment, knuckles deep inside you.

You had no choice.

The department had done a crack down on everyone, news of a supposed rat within. Someone was handing off documents and signing off deals with Barnes. No matter how deep your loyalty ran, everyone was being watched.

“Bucky, please stop. We don’t have-” Your moans claws its way up your throat as Bucky thrusts in and out of you, speed slowly increasing. Your warm, tight cunt swallows his fingers, begging for relief. “Oh fuck! 3 m-minutes Bucky.” This is so wrong, but so good. The band in your belly tenses, teasing you of your release. Ohfuckfuckfuck.

His blue eyes watch you intensely, your erotic figure ready to unravel on his fingers. Good girl. With his right hand, he cups your cheek and pulls you into a searing kiss. The cold metal of his rings soothe the heat radiating from your cheek. The air in your lungs is knocked out, only feeling the thrashing of his tongue on yours.

2 minutes.

“Here's what’s going to happen Angel. You are going to come all over my fingers.” Your eyes snap back to him, whining for relief, “And then we’re going to pretend like nothing happened.” His thumb circles your aching clit, your pussy clenching down even more on his fingers. You vigorously shake your head, a breathy please escape your lips.

“Then Steve will open that door and get me out of here. Understand?” Yesyesyes. Your head rolls back in pleasure as his thumb adds more pressure onto your clit, your hips grinding harder on his fingers.

“Cum, now.” His deep voice sends shock waves through your body as your sweet nectar soaks his hand. You’re struggling to keep your cries quiet, your body giving up as you hold onto his broad shoulders. Your legs quiver as he slowly withdraws his hand, admiring your glistening slick on his hand.

1 minute.

Bucky sucks every drop of you off his fingers, moaning in bliss of how sweet you taste. “Just as I remember, Angel.” You float back to reality, steadying your breath as you go to stand. Legs wobbly, you straighten out your skirt. Bucky leans back into his seat and studies you with pride. After all this time, your body still craves me, angel. You know where you belong.

30 seconds.

You stare at him, unable to hide the smile on your face. “Fuck you, Barnes.”

Bucky snickers and stands up from his seat. Fuck him and his adonis figure. “You already have, doll.”

And as on cue, the metal door slams open and there stands the mighty Steve Rogers. “We’re done here. Let’s go Bucky.”

You turn back to the table and grab the manilla folder. I’m so fucked. Stark didn’t want Rumlow at the stake, but Barnes. He’s been on your ass for the last three weeks, hounding you to get more information on Bucky and take him in. You have all the information, but were you willing to hand it over?

The knocking on the door snaps you out of your battling thoughts. Turning, you find Steve walking towards you. You expect him to scold you for keeping his client here with no access to his lawyer, but instead he pulls you into a tight hug.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, doll.” Steve whispers, pulling out of the embrace, “Stark is going to end your career and put you behind bars if you aren’t careful.”

“You think I don’t know that Rogers? He has deputies following my every move.”

Steve sighs in defeat, “Bucky and I both know you don’t belong here. You’ll thrive and do so much more with Bucky. Think about it” Steve presses a kiss into your hair and leaves you to ruminate.

Maybe it’s time to go.

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Once upon a time, your family was connected directly to the Barnes family. Your father was the consigliere to Bucky’s father, serving as a trusted friend, confidant, and mediator for the family. And by extension, you and your family were also heavily protected.

However, your father made a promise to your mother. Neither you or her would directly be a part of his work. Your mother stayed home and took care of you, while your father worked long hours with Mr. Barnes. Everything from school, extracurricular activities, grocery stores, shopping malls, and more, were away from mafia territory.

You were 13 years old when you lost your father. “Wrong place, wrong time,” that was what Mr. Barnes had told your mother, and she was furious. No promise or amount of money would be enough to bring back your father or her beloved husband.

When the day of the funeral came, Mr. Barnes, his family, and all trusted associates were in full attendance. Flowers and condolences were abundant, alongside security. It was here where you met Bucky; the mop of brunette hair with braces greeted you with a hug and a bouquet of tulips, promising you he’d be there for you if you needed anything.

That was what it felt like a lifetime ago. You’re both now grown adults, on total opposites of the career spectrums. Bucky took over his father’s empire; you continued a normal life as much as your mother could have you. But somewhere between working as a detective and sinking deeper in corruption, you find yourself closer to Bucky’s world.

“I don’t want you to have blood on your hands, honey. Not like your father, stay far away from Barnes. You’re only going to get yourself killed.”

Your mother’s words can be heard in the far distance every time you see Bucky. But that’s never stopped you from wanting more.

You promised yourself it was a one time hookup, needing to relieve stress from a nasty breakup. But one time led to another. And another. To a point where you and Bucky met monthly at a hotel in another city.

Your keys jingle as you unlock your door, a breath of relief when you kick it close. Your bones ache and all you want is a large glass of wine. But the daydream of wine and a warm bath dissolve when lights from the kitchen illuminate the hallway.

You blindly rummage through your bag until your hand grips your handgun. Holding it out in front of you, you cautiously make your way down the hall, ready for whatever fight awaits you. So this what mother meant right? I’m going to die tonight, fuck.

“I can hear you from a mile away, angel. Your stealth skills aren’t the greatest.”

Bucky?

You lower your weapon and tuck it inside the waistband of your skirt, “It would be better if you stayed away from me, Barnes. Stark’s watching me,”

Bucky stays put, looking out the window. There are two unmarked, black sedans parked on your curb. You and Steve really weren't kidding, Tony’s got eyes everywhere on everyone. He curtly closes the blinds before striding over to you.

Bucky cups your cheek as he runs this thumb over your bottom lip, “Please come home, with me.” His steel blues cut right into your heart; there wasn’t anything you’d do for this man. But right now, you needed him to do the one you didn’t want him to do. Leave.

“Bucky, I can’t-”

“There is no power in this world which can stop me from taking you away. All you have to do is say yes.” His hands now tightly grasp your waist, his eyes begging you. “Just say yes angel. And I’ll take care of everything else.”

There’s no doubt in your mind that Bucky can make this all go away. One phone call and all of it, Stark, the department, everything, would be gone in a blink of an eye. But the resounding disappointment of your mother’s voice haunts you. Her and your father did everything they could to keep out of harm's way of this dangerous underworld. Only for you to run straight for it.

“You don’t understand Bucky. Stark will know. He’s got two cars downstairs ready to break down this door. If they find you here with me or anywhere else later, my life is over.” You nuzzle your face into Bucky's neck, the first drops of tears staining his suit.

“Your life won’t be over. You’ll have a life with me,” he promises. Bucky cradles your head, pressing soft kisses to your hair. He lifts your face in his warm hands, forehead pressed against yours. The warm scent of leather and citrus intoxicate your thoughts. “Say yes, angel. Please.”

Bucky’s soft lips melts against yours, passion and love poured into every kiss, sealing the rest of your future together.

Tears stream down your warm cheeks as you fight back the small bursts of laughter. Wiping your tear stained cheek with the sleeve of your shirt, you give Bucky a sweet smile. “We shouldn’t do this. This is a terrible idea.”

“You’re right,” Bucky gently kisses your nose, eyes filled with adoration when he glances down at you. “But you’d say yes every time for me.”

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crazycookiecrumbles · 3 years ago

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NoLa Bites

A/N: My submission for @wint3r-h3art‘s 1.2k celebration!

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Pairings/Characters: Sam Wilson x Reader (Baker!AU)

Warnings: none

Summary: Baker!AU, A new bakery pops up and you just can’t help yourself.

You stared up at the sign curiously, NoLa Bites. It felt like it appeared overnight, which, technically, the small sign sticking out from the building’s facade and gently swaying in the wind did appear overnight. The actual bakery, however, appeared just a few days prior and seems to be off to a slow start. However, it wasn’t the fault of the bakery. It was in a curious location. A small, but cozy one-story building crushed in between two metallic skyscrapers in NYC. It didn’t belong. It had a small-town charm and feel to in and here it was in the middle of an obnoxiously busy street with blue and white hand-drawn chalk menu standing outside.

Curiosity got the better of you. A new place with hardly a crowd yet, who were you to deny yourself the chance to try something new before it either went down in quality, or got too popular to visit anymore?

When you entered the store, you first spotted the young, muscular, black male standing behind the counter. His left palm was leaning on the counter with his weight on it, grin on his face as he spoke to someone whose figure was retreating to the back towards the kitchen. He smiled to himself and straightened up as he turned to face the front door that jingled with your presence. He smiled, both hands now leaning on the white granite countertops as he greeted you.

“Hey, welcome to NoLa. First time, right?” He asked as you approached the counter, your eyes scanning over the clean glass displays, a white french trim lining the counter. All the while, his eyes were focused on you, staring at you slowly, leisurely from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. “What can I get you started with? Hold on, let me guess, latte?”

You chuckled, “Painfully obvious?”

“You just look like the type of gal to appreciate a good latte.”

“And you happen to make a good latte?”

“Oh, I make a mean latte baby girl. I make a latte so good, so cozy, it’ll put you to sleep.”

Your bottom lip puffed out as you thought about this, “Shouldn’t caffeine keep me awake?”

“Nah,” he shook his head as he spun around and got started on the drink. “It’s so much warmed milk, you’ll feel nice and cozy after. Now, let me get this nice and ready for you, and you look over at the display and see what you want.”

“Sounds good to me,” you trailed off when you realized you didn’t know his name. Quietly, you stepped to the side and started to look at all the pastries. There were a lot of pies, different cakes, a display of cookies, and everything looked so good. There were croissants that looked absolutely perfect, mini pies and full-size pies, pralines, chocolate cake, and even something called a bananas foster pudding.

“How we coming along there, sugar?” He asked as he set a cup on the counter.

You frowned and walked over to the counter, “I can’t decide.” You looked down just as he was placing the lid for your latte down beside your cup. Glancing at the beverage, you smiled seeing a heart resting on the top of it in foam. Your cheeks burned as you quietly thanked him and took the cup, trying to take a sip of it without totally ruining the art just yet.

“How is it?” He asked.

You beamed, “I’ll admit, you make a great latte, and the heart is beautiful! But I don’t know what to have with it. Any suggestions?”

He hummed, “Depends, you in the mood for some rich, velvety chocolate in your life?”

You glanced over to the man to see him smiling at you, eyes crinkling in the corners, drawing your attention to his bright, deep brown eyes. You huffed a little, surprised your spontaneous trip was turning into a bit of flirting, but you were fine with this. You were warming up to the man, and you could certainly handle a side of flirting with your drink, “Do you mean you or what’s in the display?”

“Oh, honey, I’ve got cake too. Don’t get it twisted, now. I’ve got baker’s arms and a big ol’ cake myself,” he joked while you snorted into your latte and started laughing. His smile was big and bright as he watched you clean yourself up quickly. “Name’s Sam, by the way, Sam Wilson. This is my place.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam, Y/N L/N, and it’s a beautiful place,” you leaned back on your hip and studied him. “So, you really from New Orleans or is that just a gimmick?”

He chuckled and leaned over the counter, “Born in Harlem, raised down in Louisiana, and I made my way back up recently, but I’d love to tell you more over dinner.”

“Hm,” you pondered this as you stared at him while sipping your warm drink. “If your baking’s good, I’ll consider it.”

He beamed, “Let me get you my best, my grandma’s recipe, devil’s food cake. Once you taste that chocolate, you will want this chocolate.”

You groaned as you watched Sam take the cake out of the display and cut you a slice, “Are you always this corny?”

“Nah,” Sam said. “I save that for cornbread, which I only make when I’m making chili. Now, that’s extra special,”

“Are you saying your chocolate cake isn’t special, and everyone gets a taste?” You joked.

“Whoa!” Sam placed the cake on a plate with a fork and slid it across the counter to you. “You can look, but you can’t touch, ma’am, not yet! I’m not that kind of girl. You’ve got to wine and dine me first before you can take a bite, okay?”

You laughed loudly, “Sorry Sam.”

“Yeah, uh-huh, as you should be. Now, you take a bite and give it a taste while I figure out where I’m taking you for dinner,” Sam confidently crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back to watch you take a bite of the cake. He watched as you slowly sniffed the cake, studied it, took a picture, did everything you could to stall having to take a bite to keep him on his toes. He groaned and begged for you to get on with it. When you did, your eyes fluttered closed and your hand went out to grab the countertop, fork dangling between your index and middle finger. Sam beamed, “I know, right?”

“Fuck.”

He smirked, “So, what kind of food you like?”

You tilted your head to the side as you stared at Sam, sliding a $20 across the counter as you maintained eye contact, “First, for my coffee, the cake, and whatever else that’ll get me. Second,” you mulled it over quickly before taking a pen from the chest of his apron and grabbing a napkin. You scribbled your name and number on it quickly before tucking it back into his apron with his pen, “Surprise me.”

Sam smoothed down the front of his chest with his hand as he licked his lips and looked you over once more, “You sure about that? Who knows. I might take you to a place that serves little deep fried ants with garlic bubbles and pear foam or something.”

“Are you?”

“….No.”

You chuckled, “Then we’re fine. Call me when you’re done with work, Sam.”

“Oh, believe me,” Sam said as he wrapped your order and slid it across the counter to you, “I plan on it.”

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wonderswritings · 2 years ago

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Something More

Summary: Peter’s always been there. Always. This time he wasn’t, and it slowly leads to new things. Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader Warnings: Angst, AU, Slow Burn-ish, Peter’s slightly an ass, Childhood Friends to Lovers, POV Switches, No use of YN Prompt: 11. Two idiots in love Written for @wint3r-h3art 1.2k follower writing challenge Have a lil oneshot while I crawl back into my hole and not update any series🤣

I jumped when hands covered my eyes, someone leaning down so their head was resting on my shoulder.

“Guess who.”

I grinned, relaxing as I tilted my head to the side.

“Hmm, I don’t know, Jace?”

He gasped, dropping his hands as he stood, turning my head to the side, seeing the flabbergasted look on his face, his hand placed on his chest as he slightly leaned back.

“How dare you.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“I’m not sorry.”

Peter huffed as he moved to sit next to me, slightly shoving me as I laughed, scooting down the bench.

“Of all the people you could’ve named, you name Jace. Jace.”

“Just because you don’t like him, doesn’t make him a bad guy.”

Peter shook his head, huffing slightly.

“I never said I don’t like him. I just-”

I grinned as he tilted his head to the side, nodding at him as he bit his lip.

“Exactly.”

Peter huffed, looking over at me.

“Okay, I don’t like him.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“It’s been how many years now and you’re still not over what happened in second grade?”

“It was my seat and you ignored me the entire day for him!”

“I did not! I kept trying to talk to you and you kept pouting!”

Peter gasped, turning towards me.

“I do not pout!”

I laughed, nodding.

“You’re doing it right now!”

“Shut up, I am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

He huffed, shaking his head.

“Am not.”

I grinned, nodding.

“Yes you are.”

He turned his head to the side, looking over at me as he grabbed my hand, twiddling with my fingers.

“What are you doing?”

“I am trying to come up with some ideas for my art showing, but I’m stuck.”

Peter nodded, leaning his head on my shoulder.

“What do you have so far?”

I reached for my sketchbook, lifting it up so Peter could see the blank page.

“Nothing, that’s why I’m stuck.”

He nodded, turning my hand in his as I slightly bit my lip.

“You are coming right?”

Peter sat up, his free hand coming towards my face, cupping my jaw as he turned me towards him.

“Of course I’ll be there, bug. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I promise.”

I looked up when someone called my name, my smile dropping when I saw it wasn’t who I’d hoped it was.

“The exhibit is amazing! You had an excellent turnout for your first showing.”

Slightly shaking my head I offered Ms. Nash a small smile.

“Thank you Ms. Nash. And thank you, for giving me the opportunity to showcase my work.”

Ms. Nash smiled, shaking her head as she placed her hand on my arm.

“No thanks needed dear, you have the talent and you deserve it. Please, stay for as long as you’d like, I’m going to get the stragglers to leave.”

Ms. Nash patted my arm before she turned, walking towards one of the lingering couples. I pulled out my phone, checking my messages, sighing when I saw no new messages, no matter how many times I refreshed it. I spared a glance around the room, the few people who still lingered slowly making their way out of the gallery as I walked towards the small table that held my things, sitting down on the bar stool, pulling up his contect. I bit my bottom lip as I waited for him to pick up, sighing when I got the voicemail, again.

“Hey Pete, I- I was just calling to see if you were on your way.”

I laughed slightly, shaking my head.

“It’s fine if you aren’t, I’m sure you’re busy-”

I looked around to make sure no one could hear me, lowering my voice.

“With your extracurricular activities. But can you just let me know that you’re okay? Please?”

I hung up the phone, checking my messages once more before I cut my phone off, placing it on the table. I looked up, seeing Ms. Nash leading the last few people towards the door. I stood up, walking towards her as she locked the door, smiling at me when she saw me walking towards her.

“Do you need any help cleaning up Ms. Nash?”

She smiled, shaking her head.

“Traci dear, please. And no, you can head home if you’d like.”

“I can stay-”

She looped her arm with mine, shooting me a grin.

“Nonsense dear, I’ll just have my grandson clean it up. He’s been hiding in the back all night.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind-”

She smiled as we walked towards my things, patting my arm.

“I’m sure dear.”

We stopped at the table, Traci turning towards me as she let my arm go.

“Go, go and celebrate with your friends. And then I’ll see you on Monday before opening.”

I made a face, tilting my head to the side.

“What?”

She placed a key onto the table, sliding it towards me as she nodded.

“The gallery is yours.”

“What? No it’s not, it’s yours.”

She smiled, slightly shaking her head.

“No dear, I’m giving you the gallery.”

“Ms- Traci I- I couldn’t-”

She placed her hand on my arm, cutting off my rambling.

“My daughter loved this place. It was going to be hers when I passed but, you know how that turned out.”

She smiled slightly, shaking her head.

It’s hard, for both me and Max to come here. I’m all Max has, and I need to focus on him.”

“I still don’t-”

“I’ve watched you work hard since your internship and you stepped up when Mareline was sick. You kept this place running when I couldn’t. There’s no one I could think of who deserves this more than you.”

“Traci-”

She lifted her hand, shaking her head.

“I won’t hear it, dear. The gallery is yours. We can go over the finer points on Monday.”

She grabbed my things, handing them to me as she picked the key up, placing it in my hand as she led me towards the door.

“Now, go celebrate. We can talk more on Monday.”

I nodded numbly as she gently pushed me out the door, slightly shaking my head as I looked down at the key in my hand.

“Oh my god.”

I looked up at the gallery, gasping softly.

“Oh my god.”

“Go on dear.”

I jumped, looking over at the door, seeing Traci standing there, a soft smile on her face.

“Goodnight dear.”

“Goodnight Traci, I’ll see you Monday.”

She nodded, waving her hand out, causing me to grin as I started to walk down the sidewalk. Instead of taking the road that would lead to my apartment I turned, heading down to the all night cafe that was around the block from my apartment. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the cafe, my eyes widening slightly. Peter was sitting in the cafe with someone, a soft smile on his face. I took a step forward, gasping softly. Gwen was sitting across from him, holding Peter’s hand, the same soft smile on her face. I shook my head when I felt the sting of tears, turning around.

My vision blurred as I practically ran back to my apartment, taking the steps two at a time before I came to my floor, fishing for my keys. Once I’d managed to unlock the door, I pushed it open, setting my things down on the side table as I slid the latch on the door, locking it. I kicked my shoes off as I made my way to my bedroom, walking towards the window and locking it, pulling the curtains shut. I flopped onto my bed, the tears falling freely. We’d been friends for sixteen years, ever since the first grade and tonight was the first time he’d broken a promise.

Peter was annoyed. It’d been a month and you were avoiding him and he didn’t know why. And it wasn’t like he could just ask you, given that the few times he’d seen you, you’d practically run the other way. You weren’t even answering your phone, and Peter had a sneaking suspicion that his messages weren’t even going through. Not to mention, you’d locked your window and closed the curtains, something you haven’t done since you found out he was spiderman.

“Hey, Parker!”

Peter groaned as he looked up, watching as Jace ran towards him.

“Jace.”

Jace grinned as he slapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, causing Peter to slightly glare at him.

“It’s been a while man, how you’ve been?”

“Fine.”

Jace nodded, falling into step beside Peter.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask, how’d the art showing go?”

Peter made a face, slightly tilting his head to the side.

“What?”

Jace stopped, turning towards Peter.

“What do you mean, ‘what?’ The art showing was like four weeks ago. I wasn’t able to go since my holier than thou family was in town.”

Peter shook his head, huffing.

“The art showing isn’t for another two weeks.”

Jace made a face, shaking his head.

“No, it wasn’t. It was last month, on a Friday.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he took off, ignoring Jace’s calls for him. Slipping into an alley he pulled his clothes off, stuffing them in his bag as he pulled his mask on. He swung to your apartment, landing on the roof, pulling his clothes back on as, walking to the ledge. He made sure it was clear before he started to climb down, landing on your small balcony, pulling his mask off as he knocked on the window, calling your name.

“Please. Open the window, please. I know why you’re upset and I’m sorry, really I am. Just please, open the window.”

Peter’s heart sped up when he saw your shadow, the curtain moving, feeling a small dash of hope, only for it to be crushed when he saw the paper that was pushed against the window. Peter shook his head, huffing.

“I’m not going away. Not until we talk.”

The paper fell, being replaced with another, causing him to clench his jaw.

“Real mature.”

The paper switched back to the one that read go away, this time being taped to the window before the curtains fell closed, your shadow disappearing. Peter’s eyes stung with tears as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the window, muttering your name.

“Please, bug, open the window.”

Peter sat there for some time, pleading with you to open the window when his spidey senses went off, causing him to stand up, sighing softly.

“I’m coming back, bug, I promise.”

Weeks later, and Peter was still trying to get you to open the window. He’d tried to get you to open the door, but the doorman refused to let him enter, stopping him at the door before he could even walk up the steps. When he wasn’t out patrolling, he was sitting on your balcony, hoping that you’d at least open the curtains so he could see you. But you still had the note that read ‘go away’ taped to the window, and another that said ‘stop coming here’ just below it. But Peter was determined and stubborn, just like you, and he was determined to get you to talk to him, after he stopped the Rhino.

He’d managed to escape from prison during a transport, and of course he had to wreck havoc as soon as he’d made it back to Queens. This suit was one of his older suits, the weaponry lagging but still causing damage as Peter swung about, trying to keep the civilians safe and stop the Rhino. It was when he’d just managed to break the left arm’s shooting system down when he saw you, causing his heart to stop. You helping get everyone to safety, occasionally turning and looking in Peter’s direction. And it was that moment of distraction that caused Peter’s heart to come to a crashing halt.

Peter was yanked off the Rhino’s shoulder, slamming into a building to see you breaking off from the crowd, running towards the kid that was standing on the broken sidewalk, crying. You’d grabbed them, holding them to you as you ran. Peter was in the process of standing up when he heard you scream, his chest heaving as he looked over at you, seeing you lying on the ground, passed out as the Rhino walked towards you. Peter felt his blood grow hot as he clenched his jaw, balling his hands into fists as he ran forward, throwing a web at the Rhino.

It was over in a couple of minutes, the Rhino’s suit completely demolished, Aleksei webbed to the ground. Peter didn’t bother to wait to make sure that he was taken into custody, running towards you and picking you up, cradling you to his chest as he threw his arm out, throwing a web before he swung off, landing on his balcony. He pushed the window open, carefully climbing in and laying you down on his bed. He pulled his mask off as he rushed to the bathroom, grabbing his first aid kit. He’d managed to change out of his suit before he’d returned to you, laying the kit on the bed next to you. Your forehead was bleeding heavily, so Peter started there, cleaning the blood, sighing softly when he saw the deep gash. It would need stitches, and Peter was glad that you weren’t awake for it. You’d hated having to stitch him up, and Peter hated that he’d come to you when he was too injured to swing to his place. He grabbed what he needed, looking down at you with a slight grimace.

“I’m sorry, bug.”

He worked as quickly as he could, careful not to pull too tight in case you’d wake up. Once he was done stitching your forehead, he worked on cleaning the rest of the dirt and grime from your face and arms. It looked like the worst was your forehead, save for a couple of bruises that were starting to form. After cleaning everything up he grabbed a chair, pulling it next to the bed. He sat there throughout the night, watching over you.

Pain was the first thing I felt as I slowly came too. That, and something warm resting against my arm and on my hand. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the blurriness as I looked around, my eyes widening slightly when I saw the wall of pictures above me. I turned my head to the side, softly grinning when I saw Peter, his hand collapsed over mine, his head laying on the bed next to my arm as he snored. I managed to wiggle my hand free from his, moving it towards his hair, running my fingers through it.

“Wake up sleepy head.”

Peter groaned, shaking his head.

“Wakey wakey.”

I pulled slightly on his hair, causing him to lift his head, looking over at me.

“No.”

He laid back down before he jerked, my hand falling to the bed as he sat up, his eyes wide.

“Oh my god, bug!”

He jumped up, leaning down and giving me a hug before he leaned down, looking me over.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

He shook his head as he stood, turning and pacing his room, yanking at his hair.

“I should’ve just taken you to the hospital. Why didn’t I take her to the hospital?”

I slowly sat up, wincing as I looked over at Peter.

“Peter.”

He continued to pace, mumbling as he shook his head.

“Peter!”

I huffed, slightly shaking my head as I yelled his name, causing him to stop pacing, looking over at me, his head tilted to the side.

“I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the hospital.”

He nodded slightly as he walked towards me, grabbing the chair and moving it in front of me, sitting down in it as he took my hands in his, running his thumb over my knuckles.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

He scooted closer to me, tilting his head to the side as he grinned.

“I’ve missed you.”

I took a deep breath, flashes of that day of him and Gwen appearing as I looked down at him.

“How’s Gwen?”

Peter made a face, slightly shaking his head.

“Gwen? Uh she’s fine I guess. Haven’t seen her in awhile but-”

I nodded, looking down at our hands.

“Good, that’s good.”

Peter huffed slightly as he let one of my hands go, reaching up and cupping my face, gently forcing me to look at him.

“Where’ve you been, bug?”

“Here. I’ve been right here.”

Peter shook his head, clenching his jaw.

“No, you haven’t. You haven’t been here for over a month.”

Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head, glaring at him.

“Yeah well I wonder why that is? Where have you been, huh?!”

Peter jumped up, slightly glaring at me.

“Sitting outside your window every night trying to get you to talk to me!”

“You left first!”

Peter shook his head, muttering my name as I stood up.

“You left! Sixteen years of promises and you broke it!”

I walked towards him, poking my finger into his chest repeatedly, hard.

“You promised you’d be there and you weren’t! I called you every fifteen minutes! I thought you were lying in a ditch somewhere bleeding out!”

I sniffled, tears streaming down my face as I shook my head.

“But instead you were with her! With her at our cafe! You left me, for her.”

Peter made a soft noise, shaking his head as he grabbed my arms, pulling me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

“Oh bug, no, no.”

I shook my head as I held onto the back of his shirt, sniffling.

“It was an important night and I couldn’t even share it with you. I couldn’t even tell you that the gallery’s mine now.”

Peter leaned back, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at me.

“What? Bug that’s amazing!”

I nodded, sniffling as Peter’s hands came up to my face, wiping my tears.

“I am so, so sorry that I wasn’t there. I- I had the days mixed up, honestly. And I had ran into her at the cafe and we got to talking and I lost track of time.”

“I called you. I left you messages.”

“I left my phone here. And you know me, I hate phone calls.”

“But you always picked up for me.”

“I’m sorry, bug. Truly.”

I shook my head, taking a deep breath as I looked down at the floor.

“I don’t forgive you.”

Peter nodded, slightly grimacing as pulled me back into his chest.

“I know, bug. But I’ll do whatever it takes until you do.”

Walking out of the back office, I looked up when I heard the bell ding, smiling when I saw Peter.

“Hey.”

He grinned as he walked towards me, leaning down and kissing my forehead as he wrapped his arm around me.

“Hey you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“What? I can’t come and see my girl in her natural habitat?”

I shook my head, looking down at the floor as my face warmed, huffing slightly.

“Shut up, Parker. I’m not your girl.”

Peter gasped, placing his hand on his chest.

“Not my girl? Bug you’ve been my girl since the first grade when you kicked the ball at Flash’s head because he pushed me down.”

“He was an ass.”

I tilted my head to the side, biting my lip.

“Kinda still is, but not as much as he was.”

Peter laughed, shaking his head.

“So see, you’re my girl.”

I huffed, murmuring.

“I wasn’t that night.”

Peter slightly made a face, muttering my name. I shook my head, looking over at him.

“Sorry, sorry I’m over it. I swear. I’ve already forgiven you.”

“It’s okay if you haven’t, bug.”

“I forgave you the night you came and sat on my balcony. I think- I think I forgave you before that though.”

I shook my head, grabbing his hand, pulling him behind me.

“Come on.”

I dragged him to the back, flicking the light on, letting Peter’s hand go. Peter's never been in this room, though every time he passes it, he’d ask about the curtain that covered the back half of the room.

“Bug?”

I lifted my finger towards him as I walked towards the wall, grabbing the hook keeping the curtain closed, holding it as I walked towards the other end of the room, pulling the curtain with me. I turned towards Peter, wringing my hands together.

“This was my exhibit, for that night.”

I watched as Peter walked forward, looking between the paintings.

“Bug, this is-”

“You’ve been a major person in my life. In some way or another, you’re in my drawings too. But these, they were more important. It was my first showing, and a part of me wanted others to see how much I loved you, and my art, even if it was subtle.”

Peter looked at the paintings one by one, slowly making his way over to where I stood, placing his hands on my hips, pulling me to him and leaning down, kissing me, causing me to gasp as he leaned back.

“I love them, bug.”

He grinned, tilting his head to the side.

“Almost as much as I love you.”

I shook my head, my eyes wide as I looked up at him.

“You just kissed me.”

Peter grinned, nodding.

“You said you loved me.”

I made a face, tilting my head to the side.

“Uh, no, no I didn’t.”

Peter grinned, slightly tightening his grip on me.

“Yes you did. You said you wanted others to see how much you loved me.”

“Yeah, but I always say I love you.”

Peter shook his head, smirking as he leaned down so our noses touched, looking into my eyes.

“Uh uh, bug, we’re not doing that. I love you.”

Peter stood up to his full height as he pushed me back, causing me to gasp when I hit the wall.

“I’ve loved you since the first grade. But you were my best friend, my only friend, and I didn’t want to ruin that. But screw it, I’m ruining it. Because you’re it. It’s you bug. It’s been you and it will always be you. You’re it. You’re it and I’m done running from my feelings for you.”

He shook his head, slightly huffing.

“When I saw you the day of Rhino’s attack, I got distracted. I saw you and I froze. And because of that split second, you got injured. I was so scared. I couldn’t think straight. I don’t even remember fighting Rhino, I was so angry. And when I took you home, you weren’t responding. I kept thinking the worst, knowing that it’d be my fault.

“That’s how I feel every time you go out. Because there’s nothing I can do if you get hurt, or worse.”

“Bug, that night was the worst night of my life, right up there with those nights of you avoiding me.”

I grinned, shaking my head as I placed my hand on his chest.

“You deserved it.”

Peter grinned, nodding.

“I did.”

I moved my other hand up his back, stopping at his neck, playing with his hair. I pulled him down to me, leaning up and pressing my lips to his.

“I love you too.”

Peter grinned, stepping closer to me.

“Really?”

I tilted my head to the side, slightly huffing.

“Did the whole, practically a love confession of paintings not prove it? Cause I can-”

Peter cut me off, kissing me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Peter grinned, slightly shaking his head.

“I finally got the girl of my dreams.”

He tilted his head to the side, slightly nodding.

“You know, I loved you first.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“Sure you did, lover boy.”

“I did!”

I shook my head, grinning.

“Now why would you think that?”

“Cause I- well I did!”

“Why do you think I kicked the ball at Flash’s head?”

I leaned closer to him, giving him a quick kiss.

“So I think, technically, that means I loved you first.”

“I’ll give it to you.”

“Oh, really now?”

Peter grinned, nodding.

“Yeah, cause I get to say that I said I love you first.”

I laughed as I slightly pushed him back, stepping away from him.

“Actually, I said it first. So everyone else could see how much I loved you.”

Peter’s hands fell to his sides as he gasped, causing me to laugh as I walked towards the door. I gasped when he slammed into me, wrapping his arms around me, burying his head into my shoulder.

“Fine. You said I love you first. But I swear, I’m going to get a first.”

I grinned, turning in his arms, pushing his hair back out of his face as I nodded.

“Yeah? And what would that be?”

Peter grinned, leaning down as he kissed me.

“You’ll see, bug.”

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Sacrifices

Shang-Chi x Reader

A/N: I got greedy(?) and decided to participate in another piece for @wint3r-h3art celebration! I would also like to apologize in advance for me being annoying and doing another angst after my Steven one😛

Genre: PG-13, Undercover AU

Notes: Being a huge DC fan, I thought incorporating these characters would be great for this story😉 hope my lack of braincells did this fic justice.

‘Prepare for extraction.’

‘Copy.’ Shang-Chi signals to Marc, jet moving towards the drop-zone as agreed.

He couldn’t wait for this to be over, to finally have you by his side after a whole six months.

You were in deep cover at a meta human facility where runaways were kidnapped and experimented on to active their meta gene.

Retrieving enough evidence, Fury demanded that you were to be pulled out, not wanting one of his best agents to be at risk any further.

‘We don’t who else the League of Shadows are involved with.’ Fury tells you at a secret rendezvous point. ‘I’m sending a team to get you out.’

By team, you didn’t expect Shang-Chi running down the hallway to meet you and the other runaway kids.

‘Y/N!’ He crushes you in a massive hug. ‘I missed you.’

‘Missed you too.’ You couldn’t believe that this day would finally come. ‘We have to leave now. The league has probably been notified by the trigger alarm.’

He nods, leading the group down the same way he came. Only to be stopped by uniformed guards wielding ammunition.

‘Those weapons are alien tech.’ You whisper to Shang-Chi. ‘Ra’s Al Ghul is going to kill all of us if it means his secrets don’t get out.’ You refer to the immortal leader.

Maybe Shang-Chi can take the brunt of its power with his rings. But you couldn’t. And certainly not the kids.

‘I have an idea.’ You tell him. ‘Take the kids and move fast.’ The uneasy feeling in your stomach only grew bigger. You didn’t like it one bit.

Six painful months. You remembered at the end of each day where you crossed out the date on the calendar, awaiting your reunion.

But you saw what the immortal leader of the Shadows could do. If taking out one of his bases was a step in the right direction, you had to do it.

Slowly moving backwards as the tropes advanced in on the group, you find the red button that you were looking for.

Shang-Chi was going to hate you for this.

‘I’m sorry.’ You slammed your fist onto the button, activating the lockdown mode. A flicker of realisation passes by his face, and it is filled with pure terror at the thought of what you had thrown yourself into.

‘What are you doing?’ Shang-Chi denies reality, attempting to pry open the doors. ‘Hey, Y/N. If this is a joke, it’s not funny.’ He tries to reason with you as you watch his futile efforts.

‘Please, open the door and we can figure a way out of this.’ He begs. Perhaps he already knows your decision, as the scratches against the doors have turned into full-blown bangs.

‘Y/N YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS! YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED!’

Shang-Chi doesn’t bother to hide his tears, screaming at you through the thick glass, as if it would break at his desperation.

‘Shang-Chi.’ You coaxed him to calm down. ‘I don’t have much time and you need to get out of here soon.’ Placing a hand on the window, Shang-Chi does the same.

‘There’s safe houses in Egypt and the outskirts of Mozambique. Marc and Nakia. They’ll know what to do. Tell Fury about Ra’s Al Ghul… he needs to know. The world must know about his evil deeds.’

As you instruct Shang-Chi on the intel you gathered, you could feel your heart rate slowing down. Like a fish out of water, you could only suck on the air.

The inhumane sounds were enough to make Shang-Chi loose his mind, but he needed to focus on you.

‘And…’ you had to choose your words wisely to conserve energy in your last moments.

‘I… will always… love… you… no matter… where… I am…’

Panting out the last few words, you smiled, not wanting Shang-Chi to see that your last few moments were excruciatingly painful. Your nerves started to shut down, allowing numbness to take over your body.

‘No… No please… don’t do this…’ Shang-Chi was crippled by the memories of his mother. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to get out of the time loop.

‘Go.’ You weakly mouthed. ‘The kids.’ You were about to loose your grip on the timer that would set the radiation bomb off.

Marc runs into the crumbling building, spotting Shang-Chi from a distance. He doesn’t get why the two of you haven’t got out yet until he moves closer.

‘Marc… please we need help.’ Shang-Chi pleads with his team member. ‘We can get her out of here.’

A loyal comrade and a good friend, Marc Spector doesn’t want to leave you either. But he knows what you’re thinking. And he knows you’re right. You nod, as a favour to drag Shang-Chi out if he has to.

So he does. With miraculous strength, Marc pulls him back, not stopping despite the barrage of attacks on him. Marc knows that the rage isn’t directed towards him, but to himself.

The fact that he can’t do anything but just to stand by and watch you die.

Finally getting onto the jet, the aircraft speeds off, getting as far away as it can from the blast radius.

Thirty seconds later, orange flames burst into the skies.

Thirty seconds later, Shang-Chi’s world had ended.

***

The familiar sight greets Shang-Chi as he gets off the car together with his sister. Together, they walk towards their aunt Ying Nan who is solemnly dressed in black.

Ta Lo was more than beautiful. It was a part of Shang-Chi. He had always wanted to bring you here to escape the burdens of an Avenger.

How cruel fate was. Instead of holding your warm hands, he carries the frame of your photo. They couldn’t go back for your body.

The funeral went by in a haze. You were always a reserved person, only enjoying the company of those you truly cherished. It was only befitting to respect your wishes.

He feels a sympathetic pat from his sister and hears words of encouragement from his aunt. Shang-Chi waits until they leave, breaking down into choked sobs.

‘When I’m done with this mission. Promise you’ll take me to see Ta Lo.’

‘Alright, I promise.’ He offers a pinky swear. ‘No Avenger’s stuff. A whole week, you and me.’

‘Sounds like a plan.’

***

A week later, Lazarus Island

‘Haa!!!’ You jerk forward violently, head throbbing.

Your memories were in bits and pieces. The last thing you could remember was doing research at the Mongolia base.

The kids and you running down the hall… a man… and then… orange fireballs the size of a butterfly.

‘Sorry about that. The experience in the pit can make one quite disoriented. Believe me, I tried.’ A low voice rumbles in the darkness, stepping into the view.

You find yourself looking at the whites of a red helmet. The mystery man removes his helmet, the white streak of hair visibly noticeable.

‘My name is Jason Todd, and I need your help with bringing down the League of Shadows.’

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