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[valsworldofcreativity]

A helping hand

Summary: Your boyfriend ignores more than one task.

Pairing: Biker!(Neighbor) Bucky Barnes x Neighbour!Reader

Warnings: lazy/awful boyfriend, cheating, breaking up, paying for help the naughty way, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), dirty talk, sex in a car

A/N: Inspired by a post on TikTok.

The story was written for:

@avengers-assemble-bingo: Kinky Bingo: Square filled: “That’s a good girl.”

buckybarnesbingo 2024 (expired): Square filled: U2: Kink: Lingerie

buckybarnesbingo 2023 (expired) K1: Wish

buckybarnesbingo 2022 (expired): Y5: Kink: Vibrators

@buckyboybingo: Square 18: Car sex

“Babe, can you have a look at the bathroom door? It gets stuck all the damn time. Yesterday, I fought for half an hour with it before I could leave the room.” You sigh as your boyfriend takes his sweet time to answer. He has the week off but didn’t help you with anything at the house. “Babe?”

“I’m not a builder nor a handyman, Y/N!” He finally answers after wolfing the breakfast you made for him before cleaning the kitchen down. “If you want it to be done, hire someone or do it yourself.”

Another task on your long list. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” You grumble and begrudgingly put your book away. All you wanted was to have some free time on your week off too.

Jason comes back home late at night. He was having a blast playing video games with his friends and eating all the snacks you bought last week for a lazy night with streaming and your favorite movies.

“Oh, good, you are back,” you call from the bathroom. “Babe, the sink in the bathroom is leaking, and the tap is still dripping. Can you help me fix this tomorrow?”

“Sorry, I have plans with the guys tomorrow, and I am not a plumber,” Jason yells from downstairs before taking the leftovers of tonight’s dinner out of the fridge. The meal you prepared for the two of you, for him to not come home.

It feels like Jason doesn’t even try to make this relationship work any longer. He’s just not in it anymore.

You close your eyes and huff. Of course, he won’t help you fix the sink either. Whatever. You’ll find a way to get the door, sink, and tap somehow. Even if you must pay a handyman to fix everything.

The next day you had to go on another shopping spree. Jason and his buddies did not only eat all of your snacks, but the food you needed for dinner too.

“Oh, fuck me,” you kick one of the wheels of your car. “Seriously? The sink is a mess, the tap, and the bathroom door. On top of it all, you have to mess with me too?”

“Hello, neighbor! Is everything alright?” Bucky, your neighbor of two years, waves at you. He stopped his bike in front of your house to jog toward your car and help you with the bags in your trunk. “What’s wrong, doll?”

“Urgh…everything,” you huff. “I got no time for my car to break down. I need to repair the sink, the tap, and the bathroom door. And my vibrator broke, so no, nothing is good.”

“What about your boyfriend?” Bucky furrows his brows. “Why doesn’t he help you with all of this?” He glances at the engine light. “I could help you with the car and everything else.”

Bucky grins as you consider his offer. Jason would get mad if you let your neighbor repair all the things in your house. On the other hand, Jason is barely around and doesn’t care much about helping you repair the sink or anything else.

“What do you want in return? I spared some money and could pay you back for your time.”

Bucky’s grin widens when you tell him you’ll talk to your boyfriend first. You’ll give Bucky a call if Jason refuses to help you.

“Jason, babe, could you help me with my car? The engine light is on again, and the engine died three times on my way back home!”

Jason barely looks up from his fishing magazine. He plans to spend the weekend with his friends, not you. “Babe, I’m not a mechanic!”

“But you work on your old-timer all the time. You’re good with cars. At least have a look at it and tell me how much it will cost me to let a mechanic repair it.”

“No time. I need to focus on…” He mumbles the rest, and you don’t care what he has to say. You just wish that for once, you and the home you share were more important to Jason than his friends.

Rolling your eyes at his poor excuses, you decide to ask Bucky for help. He offered to lend you a hand, and you won’t turn him down. You only need to ask him about payment.

“Babe, I’m off for my weekend with my friends. Have a good time,” Jason says as he walks into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush. “Oh, the door works again.”

“Yeah, I know,” you reply from inside the walk-in wardrobe. “Bucky offered his help and fixed everything today, even my car. We went on a test drive too.”

“That’s great,” he hastily says and pokes his head inside the wardrobe. “So…what did he want for it?”

You smirk. “Oh, he said I could bake him a cake or,” you giggle at the next part, “or sleep with him.”

Jason snorts. “Which cake did you make him, and are there any leftovers?”

“You’re so funny,” you snort. “I’m not a baker…”

“What…me?” Jason watches you roll a suitcase out of the walk-in wardrobe. “No way…no. You wouldn’t…would you?”

You pat his cheek and say, “Well, it all started as a joke…”

“Wow, that was fast!” You watch Bucky clean his hands, trying to get the grease off his skin. He not only fixed your sink, the tap, and the bathroom door but also your car. “How’d you do it?”

“I’m good with my hands,” he replies, that sexy smirk on his lips again.

“So…how can I pay you back?” You ask, stepping closer to your car. “You did a great job.”

“You could bake me a cake.” Bucky steps closer to look over your shoulder at the engine light that’s now off again. “Or…” He moves his hands to your hips, squeezing lightly as he nuzzles his face in your neck, “Sleep with me. Let me make you scream my name in different languages because I know that piece of shit you call your boyfriend doesn’t do it right.”

Without hesitation, you turn around to face Bucky. He expectantly looks at you, not a doubt in his blue eyes as he waits for your answer. Bucky knows you are not going to turn him down. Why would you?

“I hope you’re only half as good at fucking at repairing my car.” Fisting his shirt, you bring him closer for a messy kiss. “How about we go for a ride in my car?”

“How about I go for a ride with you in your car?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. His mouth covers yours, swallowing the needy noises you make when his hands start to roam your body.

“Why not?” you purr against his lips. “This backseat hasn’t seen any action for ages.”

“I’ll fucking ruin it.” Bucky pins you against your car, hands moving to your ass to grope you roughly. “Yeah, you’ll scream my name.”

Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, keeping him close to your body. The kisses you share are not sweet or innocent. It’s almost primal and beyond sensual.

“How could you wear a dress like that and make me rock-hard while I tried to be a gentleman?” he mutters against your lips. His right hand moves under your dress, finding your brand-new lace panties—the ones you bought only for him.

He shoves your panties aside to pinch your clit. “You’re already soaking my fingers, and you didn’t even see my cock.” Bucky smirks before he rips your panties off your body.

You whine against his lips; these were new, and you liked them.

“So needy, baby doll?” He laughs against your lips as if he’s not poking you with his erection. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Bucky toys with your clit, tugging and pinching it, just the way you like it. “Bucky…” You whine loudly. “Please.”

“Patience, baby.” He pecks your lips and moves you toward the back of your car. “Get on the backseat and spread those pretty legs for me. I’ll eat this cunt first.”

You lick your lips. Jason never was an enthusiastic pussy eater. “Fuck…” You curse and eagerly open the door and get in the backseat.

Bucky doesn’t wait. He crawls onto the backseat and puts your legs over his shoulders. His mouth immediately claims your pussy, licking and nipping at your sensitive flesh.

You cry out and slap the backseat, feeling his lips seal around your clit. “Bucky…what if someone sees?”

“I don’t care,” he grunts against your cunt. “Anyone sneaking close to your garage will know you’re mine now.”

You buck your hips. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place. Bucky doesn’t like giving up control. He alternately laps at you and sucks your clit into his mouth.

His tongue, the skilled muscle, teasingly flicks your little nub. Your hands shoot toward his head, cupping the back of his head to press him closer to your cunt.

He laughs against you, stopping right when you are about to find release. “Not yet, baby,” Bucky purrs. He places a searing kiss on your clit. “You’ll come on my cock only.”

 You watch him unzip his pants and push them down. Gasping, you look at his erection. He’s thicker and longer than Jason, and you wonder if you can take him.

“We’ll make it fit,” he snickers as you stare at him with wide eyes. Bucky crawls on top of you, teeth biting your nipple through the thin fabric of your dress. “I’ll take my time later. Now I need to be inside of you.”

His stormy blue eyes search yours for a moment. He dips his head, breathing hard as you wrap your legs around him. “You’re mine,” he declares, his lips crashing against yours seconds later.

Bucky wiggles his hips, brushing his cock against your clit. You jolt at the sensation, whining against his lips as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whimper and whine. “Please…I need…you.”

“That’s a good girl.” He pecks your lips, and filly sheaths himself inside of you with one hard thrust.

You cuss but eagerly buck your hips again. You’re so full; it’s a struggle to accommodate his size.

“Let me in, baby. That’s good.” He slowly starts rocking his hips. His pace is fast; he pounds into you with deep strokes. Bucky buries his face in your neck, nipping at your soft skin.

You’d like to giggle because the car rocks with the force of his thrusts. It’s almost comical, but you can’t focus on anything but the feel of Bucky moving inside of you and his lips pressing against yours.

You cling to him, nails biting into his back as he pushes you toward a much-needed release. “Fuck…Bucky… I’m…gonna…”  

His warmth fills you as your walls grip him tightly. “Baby doll, fuck. Yes…that’s it…”

Jason gapes at you. He can’t find his voice as you gather your packed bags and suitcases.

“I’ll be coming back tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff. You can have the house. It never was a home to me.”

“Where are you going?” Jason asks, following you downstairs. “Y/N! Where are you going?"

“Bucky is waiting for me,” you reply and open the door. True to your words, Bucky is standing in front of the door to grab the bag and laptop in your hands.

“The rest is upstairs?” Bucky asks, searching for any sign of distress on your face. “You already told him?”

“Yup,” you peck Bucky’s lips. “I packed everything. We can pick up the rest tomorrow.”

“Nah,” Bucky says and jerks his head toward his friends waiting outside. “They are all here. We can grab your stuff today.”

Jason just stares at Bucky, and his friends walk inside your home. He doesn’t say a word when you tell him what to grab.

He runs one hand down his face, regretting that he didn’t treat you right.

“Well, punk, you snooze, you lose,” Bucky taunts as he carries your suitcases down the stairs. “Now I’ve got your pretty dame in my clutches; I’ll never let her go.”

[valsworldofcreativity]

Marked What's Mine

Pairings: husband!bucky barnes × wife!reader

Summary: You can hold your own—always have. But that doesn’t stop your husband from going full Winter Soldier mode when he sees someone laid a hand on you.

Warnings: Language, injuries, soft-but-intense husband!Bucky, protective behavior, possessiveness, comfort, fluff, violence mentioned (not graphic), "who did this to you?", lots of banter.

Word count: 1.3k+

A/n: this fic is from my poll where husband au and who did this to u prompt won. I will do the enemies to lovers in my next fic. Thank you for reading <3.

Divider credits: @saradika

Night- 1:47 AM

You turned the front doorknob with all the delicacy of a trained assassin—which, to be fair, you were.

No sound. Good.

You stepped inside, sliding your shoes off silently and tiptoeing like the floorboards might narc on you. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.

He’d be asleep. He had to be.

You could get to the bathroom, clean up, hide the worst of it. He didn’t have to know. You didn’t want him to worry, to spiral. Not again.

You made it three steps down the hallway.

Then— “Don’t move.”

Shit.

His voice cut through the silence, low and lethal. It came from the living room.

You closed your eyes. "Hi, honey. I'm home."

A light flipped on.

Bucky stood by the couch, arms crossed, half in shadow. The sight of him—barefoot, hoodie loose over his broad chest, hair tousled from waiting up—would’ve been comforting, if not for the look in his eyes.

His gaze traveled from your face to your arms, your ribs, where blood had started to seep through your shirt.

He didn’t say a word.

You tried to play it off. “Before you say anything, it looks worse than it is—”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

“Who did this to you?”

You exhaled slowly. “Buck—”

“Don’t. Just…” His jaw clenched. “Stay right there.”

“Bucky, it’s fine. I dodn’t even need stitches—”

“You’re bleeding.” His voice trembled with something dangerous. “You’re limping. You snuck into your own damn house like a thief because you knew I’d lose it if I saw you like this. And guess what? You were right.”

He was in front of you in three long strides.

His hands—warm, shaking—came up to cup your face, careful to avoid the bruises.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this,” you whispered. “You’d only worry.”

“I worry when you’re five minutes late for lunch. You think this is gonna lessen that?”

“I’m not made of glass—”

“You’re made of everything I live for.”

Your breath caught.

He scanned your injuries with haunted eyes. “Who did this?”

“It’s not important.”

“It is to me.”

You sighed. “I didn’t want you to spiral. Last time you saw me with a busted lip, you threatened to drown a guy in the Hudson.”

“I should’ve.”

“Bucky—”

“Tell me his name.”

You met his eyes. “If I do, you’ll find him.”

He didn’t deny it.

“And if I don’t?” you added.

“I’ll find him anyway.”

You groaned. “You are the most dramatic man I’ve ever met.”

He lifted you into his arms like it was nothing—like you didn’t have two working legs—and carried you down the hall.

“I’m intense,” he corrected. “Not dramatic.”

“You literally brooded in the dark waiting for me to get home.”

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice? Like my wife could come home hurt and I wouldn’t feel it in my chest?”

You let out a weak laugh. “God, you’re annoying.”

“You married me, doll. That’s on you.”

Twenty Minutes Later...

You sat on the bathroom counter while Bucky dabbed antiseptic over the cuts along your ribs, his brows furrowed like each mark physically hurt him more than it hurt you.

He hadn’t stopped touching you.

Even now, his thumb rubbed soft circles into your thigh as he worked.

“Doesn’t even sting,” you said.

“That’s not the point,” he muttered, placing another bandage carefully. “You came home bleeding. You flinched when you took your shirt off. You snuck in.”

“I didn’t want to see your sad little kicked puppy face,” you teased.

He glared. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“No, you’re lucky I love you. You’re high maintenance.”

“Says the woman who took on a six-foot mercenary solo and got cracked in the jaw for it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think I didn’t win?”

He paused. “Wait. You won?”

“Cracked three of his ribs and made him cry.”

He stared.

Then—slowly—he grinned.

“That’s my girl.”

You tried not to bask in it, but you totally basked in it.

Still, he wasn’t done.

As he finished wrapping the final gauze, he stood between your legs and stared at you like you held gravity in your hands.“I breathe for you,” he said, voice barely a whisper. “That’s it. That’s the only reason I get up in the morning.”

Your throat went tight. “Bucky—”

“You come home hurt, and it feels like the world’s off its axis. I can’t think. Can’t function. You’re not fragile, babe. You’re the strongest person I know. But the thought of losing you? I’d lose everything.”

God.

You buried your face in his chest, arms tight around him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Too late. You did. You always do.”

You looked up. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

He grinned and kissed your forehead.

Next Day – 2:00 PM

You woke up to an empty bed and a note on the pillow:

Had to step out. Be back soon. Don’t move too much or I’ll find out and carry you around like a baby until you learn your lesson. I love you more than oxygen.

—B <3

You rolled your eyes.

And sighed.

And smiled.

He came back at sunset. Calm. Too calm.

You didn’t even have to ask.

“You found him, didn’t you?”

He dropped his jacket. “Yeah.”

“And?”

“He’s not gonna be walking straight for a while.”

“Bucky…”

“And probably won’t be talking much either.”

You stared at him.

“He’ll live. Probably,” Bucky said with a shrug. “I was nice. For the first ten seconds.”

“Jesus—”

“He laid a hand on you. You really think I wasn’t gonna rearrange his face?”

You huffed, arms crossed, but you were secretly touched. And maybe a little turned on.

“You are so dramatic.”

“No. Dramatic is you sneaking past your literal super soldier husband with blood dripping down your shirt.”

“Fine,” you muttered, walking toward him. “You win.”

He caught you easily, arms pulling you in.

“I always win, doll,” he murmured, kissing your bruised temple. “Especially when it comes to you.”

The Next Morning – 9:07 AM

Sunlight filtered lazily through the curtains, painting golden stripes over the bed where you were curled up like a cat. One leg over the sheet. A little sore. A little achy. But warm.

Bucky stirred beside you, his metal arm slung protectively over your waist.

“You awake?” you mumbled.

“Was watching you breathe,” he rasped, voice still sleep-rough. “You twitch your nose when you’re dreaming.”

“You’re creepy.”

“You married me, sweetheart. This is your fault.”

You snorted, rolling to face him, wincing a little. He was already awake, already watching you with that look. Like you were sacred. Untouchable. His.

“You hurting?” he asked immediately, shifting to sit up. “Need painkillers? Water? I can carry you to the bath—”

“Bucky.”

He blinked.

“I’m okay. It’s just a bruise, not a broken limb. Stop hovering.”

“I’m not hovering.”

“You’re three seconds from spoon-feeding me cereal.”

“…Is that an option?”

You groaned and buried your face in his chest.

“You’re insufferable.”

He chuckled, warm and smug, tucking you tighter under his chin. You stayed like that for a while. Tangled limbs. Warm sheets. His fingers trailing soft patterns on your back like he couldn’t stand not touching you.

“Don’t do that again,” he whispered finally.

You didn’t pretend to not hear it. “Okay.”

“I know you’re strong. I know you can take care of yourself. But if something happens to you—I stop breathing. You get that?”

You swallowed hard. “I get it.”

“I love you so much it makes me a little insane.”

“Only a little?”

“I toned it down for your sake.”

You giggled. “You’re cute when you’re crazy.”

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

You looked up, brushed the hair from his forehead, kissed him slow.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[valsworldofcreativity]

A perfect birthday

Summary: It’s Sam’s birthday.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x GF!Reader

Warnings: fluff

“Dean, we have to hurry. I need the freshest and best fruits for Sam’s birthday. Second best is not good enough!”

“Sweetheart, you can hand Sammy a rotten apple, and he’ll eat it because you gave it to him,” Dean harrumphs. You forced him to not only drive you to town, but also to join you for your shopping trip.

“Dean!” You tut. “I won’t bake you a pie for your birthday ever again if you do not help me get all the ingredients I need!”

“Fine, fine!” With the next pie on the stake, Dean agrees to help you. “What do we need to buy for Sammy’s birthday, and do we have enough time to get some pie?”

“How about we split up? You’ll get the ingredients for the cake, and I’ll get everything else.”

Dean grins. He’ll get the ingredients for the cake and buy some pie for himself. The cake is not for him, but today is not his birthday, but Sam’s, and he respects that Sam prefers cake.

He strolls around the grocery store, searching for the ingredients on the list you handed to him. “Vanilla paste and carrots?” He huffs. “Ewww…she wants to make a carrot cake.”

“Carrot cake is delicious, and Sam loves it!” You grunt. “You get your beloved pie when it’s your birthday. Now, get everything else. We don’t have time to waste!”

You walk along the aisles, sighing deeply, not sure if you can fulfill the promise you made to yourself. What if today is not going to be the perfect birthday?

The cake looks good. The gifts are all wrapped up. You decorated the library for Sam’s birthday, and you are already dressed to the nines.

While you look at your list, Dean is rummaging in the kitchen, not so secretly wolfing a slice of pie down. He grunts because it’s not a homemade one.

“Dean, stop eating before we cut the cake!” You tut, watching Dean hide the pie behind his back. “If you help me with the balloons, you’ll get a slice of homemade pie!”

“PIE? HOMEMADE!” Dean drops the fork and follows you outside the kitchen. He whines like a puppy as you tell him about the apple pie you baked in secret. “I knew you loved me more.”

You roll your eyes. “I only love Sam, but you are not too bad.”

Dean snorts. “You love me.” He elbows you. “I know you do. Just admit it.”

Sam gasps as you stand in front of him, looking like an angel. He doesn’t see the gifts or the decorated room. All he sees is you, his girlfriend.

“Happy birthday, baby!” You excitedly tell Sam what you have planned and that this is going to be the perfect birthday—because your boyfriend only deserves the best.

“Y/N, baby.” Sam smiles softly. He cups your face and says, “Thank you for all this, but everything I need to make my birthday perfect is you.”

[valsworldofcreativity]

how does it feel to be the president and be leading ur own team? must be stressful

- 🕯️

Leading my own team? Never thought I’d see the day. It’s a lot to carry—but after everything I’ve been through, maybe it’s time.

The Thunderbolts? Yeah, they are a mess. But so was I. There's hope in that kind of chaos. Maybe we can all find something worth holding onto.

Yeah, it’s stressful. But it’s mine. And I’m not walking away from it.

[valsworldofcreativity]

The widow (5)

Summary: You trust no one. Not since they got your husband killed.

Pairing: TFaTW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: the reader is under protection, arguments, grumpy Bucky, angst, grief, mentions of awful adoptive parents, mentions of abandonment

The widow masterlist

The widow (4)

Tonight is worse. You toss and turn, unsure if it was the right decision to tell Bucky about the place where you’re hiding the evidence against the people who killed your husband and unborn child.

Now he’s out there, getting the evidence, while Sam takes his place. Sam is nice, but you kind of miss Bucky’s grumpy personality. At least, he’s not too nice to make you think of your husband and how he picked you up from the ground where someone else shattered you.

“I’m back, and I’ve got it.” Bucky brings you out of your thoughts when he calls your name from downstairs. “Y/N, we should check on the evidence together. We don’t know what we’ll discover.”

“It’s not a good day,” Sam says, stopping Bucky from dragging you out of the room. “I think it has something to do with her parents.”

“Her parents, huh?” Bucky looks at the box filled with manila folders, external flash drives, and lots of pictures in his hands. “What do you mean, Sam? I thought her parents were dead.”

Sam shakes his head and sighs. “You really didn’t take your time to read her file. Her parents are dead to her, not dead."

“How come?” That piqued Bucky’s interest. He presses on, asking Sam why you lied about your family. “Sam? I need to know. If she lied about her parents, maybe she lied about something else too.”

“They are dead to me because they started to ignore me the moment their daughter was born,” you coolly reply. “Before, I was their miracle and ray of sunshine.” You chuckle bitterly. “My real mother died while giving birth; I don’t know about my deadbeat father.”

“Adoptive parents, then,” Bucky says, stepping closer. He lifts the box to show you he has the evidence to bring your husband’s murderer down. “Why did they ignore you?”

You sigh and look at Sam. “Didn’t your friend already tell you?”

Bucky shakes his head. “No. We didn’t talk about your family, only your husband.”

“Ransom was my family,” you snap at Bucky as you pass him by. “He picked me up like treasure while they threw me away like trash. I was six when my adoptive mother got pregnant. Suddenly the baby was their miracle. I sensed that things would change, but I—”

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to,” Sam tries to stop Bucky from making you even sadder.

“Why not?” You wipe your eyes. “You know everything about me.” You chuckle. “It’s nothing that keeps me awake at night. The moment their daughter was born, I had to move into a tiny room. A broom closet at best.”

Bucky blinks as you tell them your adoptive parents were rich, and their house was a mansion with so many rooms they had guests come over every other week.

“Forcing me to move into the room was their way of showing me that I was no longer needed. For six years, they were my parents, and suddenly, I was an inconvenience they had to get rid of.” You shrug when Bucky’s features sadden. “I had hoped my sister, when growing up, would side with me, but she didn’t. While she got everything, I had to work for the smallest things—like a new bag for school.”

“I heard you left home when you turned sixteen.” Sam gives you a cracked smile. He tries not to show too much emotion, to not make you cry. “That must’ve been tough.”

“Yeah, well. They threw her a huge birthday party but forgot that I turned sixteen,” you casually say as if it didn’t break your heart back then. “A few days later, I packed my things and left—never looking back.”

“How did you meet Ransom?” Bucky asks. “You said he saved you.”

“I met him a year later. I worked at a little café, making enough money to continue school and paying for a motel room. The owner gave me the leftovers. I survived somehow and even managed to save some money.”

You smile at the memory of meeting your husband. Closing your eyes, you try to recall his face and the cocky smirk he flashes you while ordering coffee and cake.

 “One day, Ransom came to the café with a date. He never joined the girl at the table. Ransom followed me outside when I took my break, and we talked; later they walked me home. From that day on, he came back every day to chat and just spend time with me.”

“I didn’t know you met so young.” Bucky feels jealousy well up in his chest. Why, he doesn’t know. He never met Ransom, and yet he envies your husband.

“It was young love,” you sniffle and wipe your eyes again. “He understood me because, in a way, his family abandoned him too. Only his grandfather didn’t ignore him completely. We were both lost but got found when we met each other.”

Clearing your throat, you walk past Bucky. You can’t look at him, not after baring your soul in front of him once again.

Bucky shifts uncomfortably. He watches you walk into the kitchen and releases a breath he didn’t know he held. “Fuck… I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I told you so…” Sam says and takes the box out of Bucky’s hands. “We should check on the evidence. Maybe, move again. We shouldn’t stay here for much longer.”

“You’re right,” Bucky agrees, a grim expression on his face. “The agents won’t give up. I wonder if they had their hands in Drysdale’s death…”

“I don’t know any of the people in the pictures.” You rub your tired eyes. Sam is already asleep on the couch while you try to find out more about the people killing your husband. “Ransom kept this part of his business a secret. Maybe he didn’t want to disappoint me—believing he’ll let me down if he fails.”

“He tried what’s best for his family.” Bucky’s words surprise you. “I would’ve done the same to protect the ones I love.” He looks at you for a brief moment before closing the manila folder. “Let’s call it a day. We won’t find out more today.”

“You’re right. We should get some sleep now.” You yawn and slowly get up. “Maybe tomorrow, we will see clearer.”

Morning came with a surprise. Bucky gruffly told you to pack your things. He wanted to move to another safe house.

You’re grumpier than ever as you drag your feet toward the car. “Fuck, this sucks,” you mutter but get into the backseat without making a fuss.

Bucky carries the box and his bag toward the car. Sam follows suit, waving at you before getting behind the steering wheel.

“Stop being a grump,” he grunts when getting in the passenger’s seat. “We cannot stay in one place for too long. Getting comfortable is not an option, Y/N.”

“Says the biggest grump in the universe.“ You kick his seat like an angry child. “Can I at least know where we are going this time?”

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Dumbass stalker (3) – I see you

Summary: You’re the worst stalker ever.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: stalking, obsession, possessive/delusional reader

A/N: Please consider this reader is obsessed with SB. Her behavior is concerning.

Dumbass stalker masterlist

Dumbass stalker (2) – Crazy for you

The fan event last week left you high and dry. You were happy, Soldier Boy looked your way, but since then, it seems like he disappeared. No social media activity, no new pictures. Nothing.

What’s a girl got to do if her man doesn’t show? She ends up adding more pictures to her shrine or making another collage of the newest pictures she found on her favorite website.

There are more than enough fans out there willing to share images with you.

“Where are you, Soldier Boy?” You sigh after finishing the last collage. You’re done with work for the week, already ahead two days. It’s easier to follow your man around town if you’re working from home. “I’m bored.”

You get up from your swivel chair to pace around your living room. It’s too early to go to sleep, but you don’t want to go out. Soldier Boy is not in town. At least according to Vought. He’s on yet another important mission.

You love that about your man. He always puts the people first. Even though he deserves to have a life, too. “If only you’d let me take care of you. I’d be so good to you, baby,” you sigh and close your eyes for a moment.

There’s not much to do today. You've completed your work and all your art projects. What else can you do than sulk in a corner of your apartment and wait for Soldier Boy to come back to town?

Cursing yourself for leaving your home, you sit in a café with one of the few co-workers you like. She’s like you, mostly working from home. You nod at something she said, pretending you listened to her rant about her ex-boyfriend and some other girl.

That’s the next thing you like about your relationship with Soldier Boy. He’d never break your heart to fuck around with some girl.

“Can you believe he pretended that they didn’t fuck on our couch?” She sighs and takes a large sip of her Long Island iced tea.

You scrunch up your nose at the choice of her drink. Alcohol was never your jam, but you understand that everyone copes with their problems differently.

She makes a stupid joke, and you giggle, out of sympathy, not because it was funny. Most jokes aren’t to you.

The conversation drags on. You try everything to keep up with the conversation and not let your mind wander to Soldier Boy and another art project you plan on creating soon.

You close your eyes again and recall that you must act normal around other people. So, you put on a smile and join the conversation, even talking about a new plant you bought and the book you want to read. It lies abandoned on your nightstand, but she doesn’t need to know that.

Leaning back in the chair, you look around the area. A man standing a bit farther away catches your attention. He’s wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, but you swear, for a second, he looked like Soldier Boy.

You blink, and he’s gone. “Hmm…odd.” You murmur, ignoring the strange look she gives you. “Never mind. Please tell me more about the cat you want to adopt.”

She tells you about the perfect cat she wants to buy, not adopt. You’d love to tell her that there are so many cats waiting for a forever home at a shelter, but she wouldn’t listen.

“I found my cat behind a Taco Bell,” you say. “Maybe they found me; I’m not sure. The furry bastard sat in front of me, put their paws on my shoes, and meowed until I picked them up. I had to take them home.”

Someone behind you chuckles, but when you turn around, no one is there. Huh? What’s going on here? It feels almost as if someone is watching you.

You chuckle at the thought. No one ever looked at you twice. No one in your whole life. Why would this change overnight?

You’re almost home when you get the same feeling you had at the café. You turn around to glance over your shoulder. No one is there, but you know someone is watching you—or you’re losing your mind. That’s more likely.

You walk a little faster to hurriedly unlock the front door, slamming it shut behind you. Your heart is racing, and you need to take deep breaths when you finally lock your apartment door behind you.

“My sweet little fangirl,” Soldier Boy says, looking at all the pictures he snapped of you today. He could’ve hired a private investigator, but he loves the chase. “I knew someone was following me. I think we need to teach her a lesson…”

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Missy’s Writing Challenge

Welcome to Missy’s Writing Challenge. I’m grateful for everyone’s support. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I wouldn’t be here.

(Thank you @late-to-the-party-81 for the header!!)

Rules:

This challenge is for Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan Characters Only

Tag your fic as #Missy's Writing Challenge and tag me in your work

You must be over 18 years old to participate

Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc)

It can be a drabble or one-shot whichever you prefer

Reader Insert only

Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s longer than 500 words

You can choose any AU, Trope, or Prompt. No need to send an ask.

No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG & No RPF.

Will take late submissions

Due date: June 30, 2025

All stories will be reblogged. I will add all fanfics to a Masterlist for easy access.

If I haven’t reblogged your work for a week Tumblr might have eaten the notification so please send me a message.

Here are some characters, tropes, au’s & prompts to choose from. Choose whichever one you like or how many you like.

Chris Evan Characters:

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Cole Turner

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jack O'Malley

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Mr. Freezy

Ransom Drysdale

Steve Rogers

Sebastian Stan Characters:

Bucky Barnes

Chris (Destroyer)

Chris Beck

Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

God the bounty hunter

Jefferson/The Mad Hatter

Lee Bodecker

Mickey (Monday)

Nick Fowler

Scott Huffman

AU’s:

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Arranged Marriage

Mob Boss

Biker

Bodyguard

CEO

Roomate

Royalty

Soulmates

Sugar Daddy

Vikings

Tropes:

Annoying Neighbor

Arranged Marriage

Dad’s Best Friend

Enemies to Lovers

Evil Twin

Ex’s hook-up

Forbidden Love

Friends to Lovers

Idiots in Love

Only One Bed

Sex pollen

Writing Prompts:

"I wasn’t planning on falling for you. But here we are."

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna kiss you."

"You make me want to be better, even when I don’t know how."

"I love how you say my name when you’re breathless."

"I didn't believe in soulmates before I met you."

“It’s always been you.”

“You look cute wearing my clothes.”

“I look at the future and all I see is you.”

“I will always find my way back to you.”

“For the first time, in a long time, I feel like I have something to protect.”

“I owe my life to you.”

"I wish I could just hold you one more time."

“I was manipulated into believing I was unworthy of your love.”

"I could spend forever right here, tracing every inch of you."

"You made me believe in love."

“I would move mountains for you.”

"You can keep pretending you hate me, but I see it in your eyes. You’re mine—even if you won’t admit it."

"After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you treat me? I can’t believe how ungrateful you are!"

"I can’t believe you’d think that about me after everything I’ve done for you. Do you really think I’m that kind of person?"

"Do you still love me, or am I just convenient?"

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He got it from his husband 😗

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Stumblerella (2)

Summary: You’re clumsy. Luckily, a hero moved in right next to you.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings: clumsy reader, fluff, retired Steve

Catch up here: Stumblerella

Today, Steve follows you around the grocery store. You wanted to go to town to buy groceries after your last trip ended up in ashes. Literally. Once again, your shopping bags caught fire.

Yesterday, your car tried to kill you again, and we don’t want to talk about the sink spewing food at you. Your shower gave you only pink water, and your lights flicker all the damn time.

Steve is sure there must be someone out there manipulating your life to mess with you. No one can be so unlucky.

Ever the hero, Steve decided not to leave your side before he found the villain making your life harder. He doesn’t understand why anyone would want to harm you. You’re a ray of sunshine, friendly and kind.

“Did you listen, Steve?” You ask as he is engrossed in surveying the grocery store. Steve whips his head toward you, nodding slowly. “We need pasta and broccoli. Oh, and you wanted some apples.”

You check the list again, crossing out another article. “How about I invite you over for dinner? Your oven could explode or something.”

You giggle as Steve is worried about you again. Since he got to know that strange things happen around you all the time, he tries to keep you safe. Mostly by sticking around.

“I’ll get the rest of the list; just follow me around.” Steve takes the list out of your hand. He already manned the shopping cart, but you don’t protest. Steve was nothing but helpful over the last few weeks, and you don’t want him to think you’re ungrateful.

“Do you want me to cook for you? I could make a pie too,” you ask while following Steve toward the next shelf. “Maybe this time the oven won’t try to kill me.”

Steve chuckles, but worry colors his features. “You can come over to my place, and we can cook together. I’m not much of a cook, but we can try together.”

“You are worried my oven will eat me, right?” You playfully punch his upper arm. “I’m hoping the bastard won’t try anything tonight.

“Let’s hope for the best…”

Steve drove you home and invited you over for dinner a second time. You agreed and wanted to change clothes. He happily told you he’s going to prepare everything when you step inside your house.

Only seconds later, he heard a loud thump, followed by a scream. His instinct kicks in. Muscle memory helps him break through your door and run upstairs, only to find you helplessly lying under your wardrobe.

“Y/N! Doll! What happened?” He easily lifts the wardrobe, immediately checking on you. “Do not move. I’ll call an ambulance.”

“Steve,” you sigh because he came to your rescue once again. “I’m good, thank you. I only wanted to get a shirt and shorts, but then the wardrobe tried to eat me.”

Steve snorts at your words. “That’s it. I’ll bring you to my place. We will pack a few of your things, and you can have my guestroom. I want to inspect your house, car, and your surroundings. This is not normal.”

“I know.” You sniffle as Steve helps you get up. Luckily, a few bruises and a broken ego are the only damage the wardrobe did. “It all started a few months ago.”

“Y/N, when exactly did it start?” Steve looks at the wardrobe, frowning, as if nothing seems to be wrong with it. It’s sturdy. There’s no logical explanation for what happened.

“Uh—” You close your eyes and try to remember when the first accident happened. “I think shortly after you moved in.”

“I see…” Steve nods thoughtfully. “Let’s bring you out of here for now.”

“Tony, I need your help.” Steve is pacing his living room. You didn’t cook. Steve ordered takeout and tucked you in after dinner.

You easily fell asleep, knowing Steve is there to protect you. “Someone is terrorizing my neighbor. I’m afraid they are doing this because of me.”

He tells Tony your name and address, asking for help. Steve won’t let anyone hurt you. Not on his watch.

Whoever is messing with your life will regret it…

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Iykyk

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Dont know if this actually works still, haven’t tried it but ya know…if it does then you're welcome 😂

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✧ "𝙸 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍."

✧ "𝙸 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛."

ɪɢ x  ᴛᴡɪᴛ x

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Play your cards (2)

Summary: You played your cards well…so far…

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: mafia au, grumpy/cocky reader, banter, mentions of gambling/counting cards, tension, extortion, mentions of feces

A/N: This is the twin-series to Roll the dice.

Cardsharp = A gambler skilled in card games.

Catch up here: Play your cards (1)

Play your cards masterlist

“Why are you doing this? Why did you come here?” You ignore Bucky standing in front of you, a grim expression coloring his features. “I won a few bucks from your buddy; sue me.”

“You cheated,” he snarls as you try to find a way out of this situation. “We do not let anyone fuck with our business.”

“Oh…OH!” You snicker. “That’s it, right?” You look him straight in the eyes. “You want to show your pretty lover that you scare the girl winning at his casino. Aw, why didn’t you tell me so before? Do you want me to call him? I can tell him that you scared me and took the poker chips from me.”

Grinning, you watch him back paddle. He makes an odd noise while glaring at you. “What? WHAT?!” Bucky huffs. As fast as he lost his composure, he calmed. “Stop trying to find a way out of this.”

“Dude, what do you want? The poker chips are over there. Do you want to kill me because I won three thousand bucks? This is crazy, and you know it,” you harrumph as he steps closer again to brush his knuckles over your cheek. “If you touch me again, I’ll bite you!”

“Maybe later,” he chuckles but presses his fist harder into your cheek. “I’m telling you one last time. Go into your bedroom and put something nice on. You’ll accompany me to a party.”

“Nah, I’m not doing guys,” you snicker. “And I don’t have something nice to wear. I prefer jeans and shirts.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he scoffs. “The rag you were wearing at the casino told me everything I needed to know.”

“Asshole! That was a cute dress!” You growl at Bucky and push against his chest. “You’d be happy if I wore it for you, asshat.”

“Cardsharp, stop buying time. You won’t get out of this easily,” Bucky breathes in your face. Damn him, if not for his shitty personality, you’d find his alpha behavior hot. “I left something on the bed for you.”

“I swear, if you shit on my bed, you will clean it with your tongue!”

Bucky furrows his brows. “You know, people who shit onto other people’s beds?” He asks. “Seriously? You call me an asshat, but you let someone shit on your bed?”

“What? No, idiot!” You huff, annoyed by his accusation. “I just thought you were crazy enough to do such a thing.”

“I do not shit on other people’s beds,” Bucky growls loudly. “Now, get dressed and take a shower. You reek like dusty books and pancakes.”

“Pancakes are awesome.” You stick your tongue out, earning an eye roll from Bucky. “You have no taste.”

Bucky pushes you toward the bedroom, muttering under his breath.

“Yeah, especially when it comes to you.”

“If you do not come out anytime soon, I’ll come in and drag you out. I don’t care if you are dressed or not!” Bucky threatens because you took your sweet time showering and getting dressed.

Bucky didn’t lie. He placed a beautiful dress on your bed, along with the matching shoes and a clutch.

“Calm down,” you retort. “You wanted me to wear a fucking dress; this means shaving, asshole! Or did you want me to show off my fluffy winter legs?”

“Fluffy, what?” Bucky shortles outside the room. “You don’t shave in winter?”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why should I shave my legs in winter? No one sees my legs but me, and I like them fluffy in winter,” you explain. It’s as simple as it is.

“No one sees them,” Bucky says more to himself than to you. He already figured out that you live alone. “So…no boyfriend.”

“Eww… They just get on your nerves, steal your blanket, and want sex when you are not in the mood. But they can’t get it up if you’re horny as fuck.” You finally open the door. “Oh, and they steal your snacks too.”

The black lace dress Bucky bought clings to your body, earning you a growl from him.

“Good, you found the dress and figured out how to put it on.“ Bucky comments. He looks you up and down, drinking in your appearance.

“How did you change so fast?” You wonder, looking Bucky up and down.

Not half an hour ago, he was in jeans, a shirt, and a leather jacket. Now he’s wearing a tuxedo and polished shoes. Even his hair is neatly styled, as if he jumped right out of a fashion magazine.

“Wow! If not for your shitty personality, I’d call you hot!”

“Hot, huh?” He grins.

You scoff. “I said I’d call you hot, not that you are hot. Your personality ruins any chance to get a woman wet.”

“Cardsharp, this is not a date. Don’t let it get to your head that I want you to come to the party with me. You’re only there to help me get back at the bastard stealing my date. I want to see if he’s brave enough to steal another girl from me.”

“Classy,” you snap at Bucky. “Fine. If I help you, you’ll stay away from me and stop bugging me because of the poker chips. You’ll take them back and leave me the fuck alone.”

“Watch your tongue!” Bucky points his index finger at you. “We are done when I tell you so.”

“Bastard!”

“Brat!”

A limousine brought you to the party. You expected nothing less from a man like Bucky. He loves to have a big entrance.  

“Your only job is to stay by my side and smile. No conversation, and do not tell anyone we are not a pair.”

You groan. “What now? You don’t want me to talk to people, or you want me to tell people we are dating. You should decide what you want.”

“Just do as I said,” he angrily replies. Bucky places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you around the room.

For a while, you let him play the boss, but as soon as you see the buffet, you leave his side. If he forces you to be his date, you’ll get lots of delicious food.

“What the—” He rolls his eyes watching you grab a plate to fill it. “Cardsharp, I told you to stay by my side.”

“I’m hungry,” you snap at him. “You kidnapped me and forced me to wear a dress. The least you can do is feed me after ruining my dinnertime.”

“I could feed you with something better,” he retorts, smirking. “I need you on your knees for that, of course.”

“In your dreams,” you growl and get even more food. “Not even if the world is ending, and you’re the last person with a dick alive.”

“Barnes. I didn’t think you’d show this time.” A man approaches you and Bucky. You ignore that there is an underlying hatred showing when Bucky greets the man.

“Walker.” Bucky hisses the man’s name while his arm wraps around your middle. “How is it going?”

“Very well since the last party,” the other man, Walker, brags. He smirks as his eyes scan every inch of your body. You ignore him and dig into your food, eagerly chewing as the alpha males prepare for their dance. “How do you feel, knowing I easily stole your girl?”

“She was a random one-nighter I wanted to fuck and forget about. Now that I found true love,” he tightens the hold on you and presses you closer to his body, “she doesn’t matter. Not that she ever mattered.”

“True love, huh?” Walker whistles as he stares at you. “Is she that good at sucking dick?”

You roll your eyes. “Guys, if you want to do a pissing contest, be my guest. I’m going to use the restroom now.” You shake Bucky’s arm off you and push your plate into his hands. “Be a darling and hold my plate.” He gasps when you press a quick kiss on his lips. “Do not steal my food, baby. You know, I get hungry after eating your dick.”

Off you walk, leaving both men stunned.

“You got yourself a firecracker,” Walker laughs before walking off. He lost interest in you. Walker likes his girls easy, not cocky and loud.

“You were supposed to smile and lure him in,” Bucky grunts on your way back to your apartment. “You had to ruin my plan!”

“What?” You glare at Bucky. “You wanted to fuck with that guy, and we did. I messed with his ego by ignoring him. I lied about giving you head and kissing you, asshole. We are even.”

Bucky narrows his eyes. “We are even when I tell you we are even. I expect you to come to the casino tomorrow at seven am sharp.”

“Dude, I have a job, you know. Normal people must work hard for their money, not live off their best buddy’s illegal business.”

“You will be there, or, I swear, I’ll burn down your apartment and the bookstore and throw your bicycle under the bus.” He threatens.

“You’re a freak!” Bouncing your left leg, you consider your options. “If I don’t show up at work, that bitch is going to fire me. After you ruined any chance for me to make money at the casino, I won’t let you ruin this for me too.”

“I think we have a failure in communication, Cardsharp,” Bucky hisses and grabs your hand, squeezing hard. “You do as I say. If I say jump, you ask how high, sergeant.”

“How high, asshat?” you growl and dig your nails into the hand squeezing yours. “Do not mess with me, Barnes. I’m warning you.”

“No, I’m warning you!”

“We are there,” the driver exasperatedly says. You assume he’s annoyed by your banter with Bucky. “Miss, if you want me to walk you to the door, tell me so.”

“Ah, finally a gentleman.” You grin as Bucky releases your hand only to push the door open. He gets out of the car, rounding it to open the door to your seat.

“Get out. I’ll bring you upstairs.” He clicks his tongue when you don’t get out of the car. “As you just proved that you cannot be trusted to show, you will pack a few things and come with me.”

The driver leans back in his seat and groans. “Heaven help us. Barnes met his match…”

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Bad Hugs

Summary: You didn‘t want a gender reveal party.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, awful mother-in-law, remorse, fluff

A/N: This is a scene I wanted to use in Monster-in-law, but it didn’t match the story. It’s a standalone drabble with no connection to the original series. Inspired by a SM post.

A gender reveal party. You never wanted to do one of these. Getting to know the gender of your baby should’ve been between you and your husband.

Winnifred Barnes, your mother-in-law, had a different opinion. And, as always, at one point Bucky gave in. He organized the party and invited your family and friends.

At first, you hated it, but the closer you got to the revelation, the more you got excited to share the best-kept secret with your family and close friends.

People chatted and ate cake, you got lots of gifts, and it was an overly nice and happy day.

“Alright,” Bucky cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. He took your hand in his to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “It’s time to reveal the gender!”

Everyone clapped their hands as you expectantly looked at Bucky. He held a gender-reveal confetti powder cannon in his hands, looking at you.

“Just tell us,” Steve called from among the guests. “Do not kill us with anticipation, Buck. We all want to know.”

“Okay, okay!” Bucky huffed. He aimed the cannon upwards, twisting the bottom of the rod. Blue. It’s blue, and you could cry because you’re so happy.

You jumped up and down and squealed. Bucky wanted to hug you, but right when you wanted to hug him too, Winnifred shoved you aside to hug him first.

You stood there, frozen to the spot, gasping audibly. It took you a moment to realize that Bucky called your name. He wanted to hug you, and you let him. “Oh, so you do remember me, your pregnant wife.”

Bucky nodded against you, still overly excited after getting to know he was going to have a baby boy.

The room was silent after what Winnifred did, and even more when you turned toward her. For years, you shut your mouth and let her walk all over you, not today.

“Why do you always have to be like this?” You snapped at her, making Steve chuckle. “Why couldn’t you let Bucky and me have this moment?”

“He’s my son, Y/N,” she bit back and dared to look hurt at your question. “I wanted to share his happiness.”

“Oh, are you the one carrying his child?” You put your hands on your swollen belly, stepping toward Winnifred. “Fine, you can celebrate together. I’m out of this.”

Everyone gasped when you grabbed one of the cakes to throw it in Winnifred’s face. “Have the cake and eat it too,” you snarled before storming out of the room.

“Doll, please open the door,” Bucky sighed outside the master bedroom.

You went straight to bed and locked the door. It didn’t matter to you that your family and friends were still at the party. They’d understand you had to leave after the stunt Winnifred pulled.

“Baby doll, please let me in.” He tried again. “I know you are mad at me.”

“You can bet your ass I’m mad,” you growled from inside the room. “You let her steal the show! A show I didn’t want in the first place. You begged me to do this shit only for her to ruin the moment.”

“I know,” Bucky murmured your name and pressed his forehead against the door. “Everyone told me so tonight. I was just stunned when she hugged me.”

“She ruined the moment for us, Buck. It has always been like that,” you sniffled and turned around in your bed. “Since the moment you introduced me to your family, your mother has tried to get all the attention. Even when I broke my arm on Christmas, she faked a terrible migraine, so everyone would care for her.”

“Mom always needed a lot of assurance and attention. I’m sorry she did this today. This was our moment, and she shouldn’t have come in between us. I told her so. Dad told her so. Hell, all of our guests told her so. Sam even threw a second cake at her.”

“I love Sammy,” you sniffled.

“He’s a punk, but yes.” You giggled because Bucky only calls the people he likes punk. “Baby doll, I swear this will never happen again.”

“Yeah, because this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, Bucky,” you snapped at him. “We can’t redo the gender reveal. She ruined everything once again.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He whispered your name and scratched at the door. “Please let me in.”

“No. You can sleep on the couch tonight. Alpine and I will sleep here alone. This time, you should’ve stepped in, but you didn’t…”

“Baby doll, how are you feeling? Is everything alright? Do you need anything?” For days, Bucky followed you like a kicked puppy. He tried to make things up to you, but you were still hurt.

It was Winnifred’s fault, but you wished, Bucky stepped in this time.

“Do you want me to throw a cake at my mom again?” He asked, watching you pat Alpine, the stray he found before he found you. “I’ll do it.”

“What?” You blinked a few times. “I thought Sam threw a cake at her.”

“Uh—it was teamwork,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to set her straight, and Sam looked at the cake. It was a silent agreement that he hands me the cake, and I throw it in her face.”

You snickered. “This doesn’t mean you are forgiven.”

“It was a blueberry cake,” he sneaked closer to whisper in your ear, “her dress was ruined, and she hates blueberries.”

“I consider forgiving you,” you said and patted Alpine’s head. “But I do not want to be near your mother…like ever. She just proved that there’s no way she’ll respect boundaries. I won’t have it. You can choose. Her or me and your baby.”

“You,” he immediately answered. “And the baby…and Alpine,” Bucky added. “I don’t know if she’ll ever change. If you do not want her around you or our baby, I’ll make sure she stays away…”

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Lmao reader falling asleep in Bucky’s bed and waking up in Nick’s because of their little rivalry. You just shrug and wait for your breakfast in bed.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader x Mafia!Nick

Warnings: Future Smut, Future exhibitionism, future oral (m and fem receiving), kidnapping (but reader doesn't mind at all), possessive behavior, breeding kink, knife kink, gun kink, choking kink (everyone's get choked)

A/N: Chapter 1 coming soon

You wake up to Nick looking down at you. "Good morning bellamissa. The chefs are making frittatas and crepes. Do you want anything else?"

You shake your head, yawning as you stretch your arms across your body. Nick grins at you, holding your phone in his ring adorned hand. It lights up, Buckys name flashing across your screen. "I should take this," he smirks.

You shrug, not even bothering to try to get your phone back. That's between him and Bucky.

"Mrs. Fowler's phone, Nick speaking. How may I help you?"

You snort at his cheeky greeting, earning a playful wink from the mobster.

Buckys low growl echos through the phone. "Give her back or I will come in there and rip out your-."

"Finders keepers Jamie," Nick retorts. "And is she really yours if she has my cum dripping down her thigh?"

There's a moment of thick silence and you instinctively slide under the covers.

Seconds later you hear the front doors slam open. And you know your day is about to get a lot more interesting.

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May I contribute

Bookworm! Bucky Barnes or Librarian! Bucky Barnes.

Like this man can open both books and legs.

Like one minute your both arguing over Shakespeare and the next he's having you read smut out loud as he gives you mindblowing orgasm again and again until you can barely make out the words on the page.

Paring: Chubby!Librarian Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, 18+ only and always.

A/N: Don't copy, repost, rewrite or translate. I love likes, comments and reblogs! Written on my phone and unbeta’d

Normally Bucky is a bit shy and reserved. Content to spend his days among his books, making sure everything is in order in between helping people discover new authors.

Some days you stroll into the library to find him with his soft belly pressed into the counter, one elbow on the marble surface, a book in one hand, his lips parted as he reads.

When he’s really engrossed in a story, a wrinkle forms in the middle of his brows and he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. His glasses perched atop his head as he squints at the page.

Occasionally his vibranium hand will sweep across the counter, gingerly searching for his cup of coffee or a snack, his eyes never leaving the words on the page.

You only heard him raise his voice once. Someone, a know it all, tried to insult one of his favorite writers and your soft-spoken librarian lost his shit.

It was beautiful.

The way his eyes widen and he spluttered before finding his voice, eloquently arguing his point as his voice deepened until the man backed away. You smiled to yourself, so proud of him. And you giggled behind your book when he immediately reverted to his shy self the second he realized he had a captivated audience.

A crimson blush swept up his neck to his rounded cheeks, his sky-blue eyes flitting to you. He nervously chewed the corner of his lip, debating with himself. Bucky wanted so desperately to speak to you, but he was worried you would think he was brash after his impromptu outburst.

Bucky looked down at his book with a frown, his brows pinched as he studied the cover, it’s not his usual reading material. As much as he loves the world of elves, knights and hobbits, he didn’t think he could impress you with his vast knowledge of the fantasy realms.

So 'how to ask a woman out in five easy steps' it was.

“Who’s the lucky lady?”

Bucky startled, flinging the book on the floor. You both glanced at it and then at each other. His blush deepened, his face getting hotter by the second until he was sure he was going to combust.

“Um, I wasn’t, I can’t read-I mean I can read, of course, I can read,” he huffed, laughing to hide his growing mortification as he tapped the counter, “but I wasn’t reading that,” he finished lamely.

“Whoever she is, I’m sure she’s worth it.” You said wistfully, setting your library card down.

“You are.”

Bucky sharply inhaled, as if he were trying to pull the words back into his mouth. His eyes flicked up, not sure what he was expecting to see, maybe a look of pity or worse disgust.

Instead, your face brightened, and you beamed, giving him a radiant smile so beautiful that it made him dizzy.

It took a few months but your sweet chubby boyfriend grew more confident around you.

Still sweet and shy as always until you discovered all you had to do was mix up elves and fairies, Roman and Greek mythology or gasp star trek with star wars and he would launch into these passionate tirades.

No, it’s not that you’re wrong Petal, it’s just that Zeus, well...he was nothing like Juno-he explained gingerly bordering between not wanting to hurt your feelings and being appalled by what you just told him-and hold on, hold on, I have a book.

Soon all you had to do was ask him to tell you about his favorite works and he would light up, clutching a book to his chest, his hand waving in the air as he spoke.

You could listen to him for hours, watching his mouth, occasionally breaking his concentration with kisses until his soft lips are swollen and he’s rattled.

Nothing compares to the sensation of him mumbling about a quest to reclaim a kingdom as he slowly melts into your kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as his words trail off into a moan.

Today his handsome face is flushed as he pushes his glasses back, fervently explaining why Langston Hughes doesn’t get enough credit. He’s pacing back and forth around the table as you scroll through your phone hidden in your book.

A particularly spicy scene draws your attention away from your man. Bucky’s rant tapers off to a suspicious hum as he watches you shift in your chair, your thighs clenching together. “Petal?”

You tap the screen trying not to squeal when the main character challenges the alpha.

“I can take it. Please.” You circle your hips, biting your lip when he grunts out a low, gravelly fuck. “Give it to me Alpha.”

You bite your index finger, thinking no you can’t, have you seen the size of his cock girl? You know can’t handle all that-

Bucky places his head on your shoulder. “What did you say?” His incredulous tone making you jump in the seat. Shit, did you say that aloud? Fuck.

“Oh hey Bucky,” you giggle, your face burning, damn it, you can’t let him see this, it’s just porn, you try to close the book over your phone but he places his hand on the page, tilting his chin towards you.

“Can’t handle a big cock, can you, Petal?”

“I-huh?”

Bucky picks up your phone, his eyes scanning across the page. “Remember, you begged for this,” he reads, his voice lowering, the unmistakable lust in his tone has you so damn wet.

Bucky places his cold vibranium knuckles on your jaw and pushes, just enough to turn your face to his, your lips brushing over his. “Is that what you like Petal?” He hums, his tongue darting across your bottom lip. “You wanna be my good girl?”

Fuck yes you do so badly. Hearing those words on his tongue has you dripping, your clit pulsating, begging for his touch.

“You want me to eat your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop.” He kisses right over your pulse point, fuck it’s getting hard to breathe. He’s not done, his lips ghosting across your ear. “You always taste so fuckin good Petal, you can fuck my face as much as you want.”

You whimper as he bites down on your earlobe. What happened to your sweet boyfriend and how are you so wet. Bucky places your phone on your lap, stepping around you, letting his finger trail across the back of your neck and you shiver, feeling those cold smooth digits go up your jaw until he’s tilting your chin up.

“Gonna split you open on my cock, fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for days-“ he promises. “But first I want you to do something for me, Petal.”

“Oh god, please I can’t Bucky,” Your sheets scrunched in your fist as you cry out. “Please, Bucky.”

A deep thrust has you keening, your walls clenching down over his thick cock, sensations clawing up your belly as his swollen tip finds that sweet spot. fuckfuckfuck, that feels so good.

“You’re taking me so well, Petal, being so good for me,” he praises, his soft belly grazing over your back as he thrusts into you. “Keep going pretty girl.”

You rock your hips back, craving more friction, needing just a little more to put you over the edge. Bucky pulls back with a soft tut as you drop your weight your forearms. You want to scream please Bucky, but you know what he wants.

You lift your head, blinking, trying to clear your blurry vision, the words swimming across the screen. “You swear you’re being split into two, ah fuck,” you gasp, his hips snapping faster into your tight pussy, a burst of pleasure has you pounding your fist on the bed.

You have to keep reading, fuck you’re almost there, the coil in your belly forming an almost painful knot as his strokes quicken. It’s hard to concentrate with him fucking you so good, but you know what’s about to happen if you finish and your pussy throbs around him.

You take a deep breath in, “-into two as he moves deeper and deeper,” the words spill out into an incomprehensible jumble.

Bucky places his hands on your waist, lifting his leg on the bed and he slams into you, thrusting so deeply needing you to feel every ridge and vein against your wet velvety walls, wanting you to cum for him. Your back arches as the intense sharp sensations burn across every fiber of your being, the coil shattering with each filthy sloppy grind of his cock into your aching cunt, your loud frantic moans drowning out his that’s it, that’s my girl.

Bucky’s own frenzied grunts echoing in the room, his pace erratic as he chases his high, your warmth squeezing him tighter until he spills inside you, filling you with his thick, hot cum as he praises you for making him feel so good, keep milking my cock, that’s it just like that, fuck you’re so good petal.

You collapse on the bed, arms splayed out, you vaguely hear your phone clattering to the floor as you sigh, soaking in the blissful sensations as your pussy pulsates, the small aftershocks of your orgasm vibrating through you.

Bucky pulls out of you with a wet plop, grinning at his cum seeping out of your puffy cunt. He lies beside you, a sweaty pleased smile on his face, propping his head on his palm.

“How was that Petal?” He asks eagerly, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out.

You nod, panting heavily through your nose. “Where did that come from?”

Bucky sits up, stretching his arms behind his back. “I saw all those Alpha male books you’ve been hiding from me.”

He chuckles at your shocked squeak, dipping his head to give you a tender, loving kiss. “I may have read one or two and figured why not give my girl what she wants.”

“I’ll be right back,” Bucky smacks your ass, his fingers soothing away the sting before climbing out of bed. Your mouth drops open as you stare at your boyfriend. “Gotta get you cleaned up.”

He saunters to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway. Piercing blue eyes capture yours and your stomach drops from the look he’s giving you. Your heart skips a breath as his lips curl into a mischievous smirk. “Oh and Petal, I may have downloaded some books we can reenact. If you want of course.”

You dive off the bed, snatching your phone off the floor. You fumble through the apps until you find your kindle. And then you see what he bought, oh hell yes, hell fucking yes, you’re so excited you almost throw your phone.

“And Petal,” he starts, waiting for you to look up at him, “I got a few things in my personal collection I can’t wait to show you.”

“More books?” You ask, eyes widening when he shrugs. “Bucky what-what things?”

He winks. “You’ll see.”