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byhuenii · 9 days ago

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Don’t Smile

Pairing College!Bucky Barnes x Roommate!Reader

Synopsis You were so tired of being an option he would’ve never of chosen. It’s just as ironic a song had been playing while you beat yourself over and over again for not being the one he wanted

Word Count 3.4k

Themes + Warnings hurt with slight comfort , unrequited love (kinda) , angst , slight fluff , THE OTHER WOMANNNNNN

— Don’t smile “You’re supposed to think about me everytime you hold her” - Sabrina Carpenter

The apartment is too quiet.

Except for the soft crackle and warm hiss of the vinyl player in your room, spinning a fragile thread of sound through the stillness.

The night had wrapped itself around the apartment building like a dark velvet curtain, cool spring air seeping through the cracked window in your room, brushing against your skin like a whispered reminder of everything you were trying to push away. The needle of the vinyl player had long since lifted, but the echo of “Don’t Smile” still clung to the walls—a haunting lullaby for the broken.

The gentle piano intro seeps into your skin, weaving between the shadows and the fading streetlight leaking through your blinds.

The voice—soft, hurt, aching—wraps around you like a ghost.

“You’re supposed to think about me every time you hold her…”

The lyrics hit different when you’re alone in a room that suddenly feels too small and too empty.

Your chest tightens. The cold from the cracked window crawls up your spine, but you don’t close it. You want to feel the sting. You want something real to remind you you’re awake, not dreaming.

You sit cross-legged on your bed, clutching the edge of the mattress, heart pounding louder than the music.

You can hear them—Bucky and the girl—in the room two doors down. Laughing. Touching. Whispering.

You imagine her head resting against his shoulder, his fingers tracing invisible patterns along her arm, lips brushing her temple.

That should be me.

You pressed your fingers against your lips, biting the inside of your cheek until the taste of copper filled your mouth. You tried to swallow the sting, tried to push away the images—the way his bare skin had brushed against hers, the way his voice had lowered when he whispered “doll,” the way the girl giggled in his arms like she owned a piece of him you’d never get back.

The thought echoes in your mind, a mantra that twists your stomach in knots.

You close your eyes and press your palms over them, trying to erase the image.

But it’s stubborn.

You think about the times you almost said something.

Almost told him how you felt. Almost warned him that you weren’t okay with this casual parade of strangers through your shared space.

Almost hoped he’d see you—not just as the roommate who did the dishes, or the one who gave him coffee when he forgot to buy any—but as something more. Something real.

You bite your lip until it bleeds, but the pain doesn’t distract you.

Because every time you close your eyes, it’s the same scene:

You.

Alone.

Watching him fall asleep beside someone who isn’t you.

And the silence between you grows louder than any scream you could let out.

You curl into yourself, a fragile, trembling knot of want and regret.

The music swells. Long gone, Long stopped playing. Just repeats in your head

“I don’t wanna see you smile like you mean it, no…”

Your breath catches.

But the ache wasn’t just jealousy. It was years of quiet yearning, of watching from the sidelines as Bucky did everything but look at you the way you looked at him.

You wished you could scream, but instead you swallowed the noise, wrapped yourself tighter in your sweater, and tried to disappear into the shadows of your room.

But you weren’t invisible.

Not to Yelena.

Not to Peter.

Your bed is cold. You sit up and drag the blanket off. You throw on sweats, a sweater, and the only shoes in reach—the fuzzy matching slippers Peter got everyone as a joke for Valentine’s Day. Yours are pale blue with little stars on them. They squeak slightly when you walk.

They’re soft, comforting, a small thread connecting you to the others in this messy shared life.

You slide them on, grateful for the softness against your aching feet.

The music keeps spinning, but the words blur into a soundtrack of your broken hope.

You stare at the door, heart hammering, knowing that soon you’ll have to leave this room. Leave the apartment. Leave the people who don’t see the storm you’re drowning in.

But not yet.

Not until the last note fades away, leaving only the cold and the silence.

And the whispered promise you wish you could say out loud:

That should be me.

The living room is dark except for the flickering glow of the TV, abandoned long ago.

Peter’s slumped on the couch, eyes half-closed, his face slack as the last YouTube video loops on the screen—some random clip of a baby otter clumsily trying to climb a rock.

He’s supposed to be asleep, but his brow furrows like he’s holding something back.

From the cracked door of her room, Yelena’s silhouette appears—a careful, cautious shape framed by the dim hallway light. She steps out quietly and crosses the floor with silent steps, settling on the arm of the couch beside Peter.

Her eyes drift toward your closed bedroom door, narrowing.

“Do you think she’s okay?” she whispers.

Peter blinks slowly, almost reluctantly. “She left the music on. And the door’s closed, but she’s not in here. I heard... something. Sounds.”

Yelena’s gaze sharpens, voice low but urgent. “That’s not just something. She’s hurting.”

Peter’s hand twitches, the tip of his thumb brushing against the couch fabric nervously.

“She’s been pretending. You know it. We both know it.”

Yelena’s lips twitch into a half-frown. “We can’t just let her walk away like this. Not tonight.”

The two of them exchange a look loaded with worry, something heavy and unspoken hanging between them.

Meanwhile, in your room, you’re already sliding on your fuzzy blue slippers—the ones Peter made sure everyone had to “keep the peace.”

You pull on your oversized sweater, its sleeves falling past your wrists, a cocoon to hide in.

You take a deep breath, wipe your eyes, and open the door.

“Hey,” Yelena’s voice is gentle but firm, stopping you just outside.

Peter’s blankly staring at the tv screen while on the couch. Hoodie tangled around his arms, mouth slightly open. Even half-asleep, his eyes shift over the second he hears your door click shut.

“Where are you going?” Yelena asks, eyes searching yours like she’s trying to read a secret you won’t give.

“You okay?” he mumbles.

“Wanda’s,” you say quickly. “Her heater broke, and she asked me to come help. You know, a quick fix.”

It’s a lie. A dumb one. You know yelena and peter knows it.

Peter’s voice is softer than you expect. “It’s cold out.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you lie, voice cracking just a bit.

Yelena calls out, barely above a whisper, “Don’t forget to text. And if Barnes comes after you, trip him.”

You offer them both a tight-lipped smile. “Copy that.”

Behind you, faint but crystal clear through the thin walls, comes the sound you’re trying to block out—the quiet giggling, the soft kisses, the murmurs that Bucky and the girl share in his room.

A cruel soundtrack to the lie you tell.

You swallow the lump in your throat as your heart screams that should be me.

Yelena’s brow tightens. Peter looks like he wants to argue but knows it’s useless.

Neither of them presses further.

They know.

And as you step outside into the cold spring night, the door closes softly behind you, leaving a silence heavier than any words could be.

The window slid open with a creak, and Bucky leaned out into the chill, shirtless, skin dappled by the glow of the hallway light behind him. His eyes scanned the street below until they found you—shoulders hunched, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, fuzzy blue slippers silent on the concrete. You looked like you were trying to disappear into the night, swallowed whole by the cold.

He blinked once, twice, like he was trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

“Doll?”

Your name cracked against the air, soft but strained, like a question laced with panic.

You didn’t turn around.

Inside his room, the girl stirred on his bed, clearly annoyed. “Bucky, come back. What are you doing?”

He barely heard her. The second she touched his shoulder, he flinched away, eyes still glued to you disappearing down the street like you were slipping out of a dream.

“Doll?” he called again, louder. You were at the edge of the sidewalk now, shoulders shaking—not from the cold, he knew—but you kept walking.

Bucky stepped back from the window like he’d been hit.

“Fuck.”

He said it under his breath, guttural, sharp. The panic flared hot in his chest now.

He grabbed the hoodie hanging on the back of his desk chair—his favorite gray one, the one that smelled like late nights and everything soft—and yanked it over his head. Out of habit, he reached for the cologne on his dresser, misting himself once, then twice. He didn’t even realize he was doing it until he was already shoving the cap back on.

“Bucky, seriously?” the girl whined. “You’re going after her?”

But he didn’t answer. His bare feet hit the hallway floor hard as he bolted for the front door. Yelena’s bedroom door creaked open just enough for her and Peter to watch him barrel out—hoodie half-on, no shoes, heart pounding.

The second Bucky hit the street, the cold slapped him in the face. The air bit at his chest, but he didn’t stop.

“There you are,” he muttered, spotting you ahead.

“Hey—hey!” he called.

You flinched but didn’t stop. He ran faster, slipping a little on the damp pavement until he caught up, breath coming out in visible gasps.

“Doll,” he said again, closer now, voice breathless and warm. “Where are you going?”

You didn’t look at him. “Wanda’s.”

“At midnight?”

“She needed help,” you replied flatly. “Her heater’s out.”

He caught up to your side, walking backward in front of you to block your path. “It’s forty degrees out and you’re in slippers,” he said, eyes scanning your face. “C’mon. Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you bit, gaze flashing. “I’m fine. She texted.”

Bucky’s heart cracked wide. He saw it then—really saw it. The red rims of your eyes, the tension in your jaw, the way your fingers were digging into the sleeves of your sweater like you needed to hold yourself together.

“Please,” he said, voice dropping. He shrugged out of his hoodie in one quick motion and held it out to you, arms extended like it was an offering. “It’s freezing. Just—just come back inside.”

You stopped walking, but you didn’t take the hoodie.

Behind you, Yelena and Peter watched from her bedroom window. Neither said a word. Their breath fogged the glass as they pressed closer, eyes wide.

You shook your head slowly. “I’m not coming back.”

“Why?”

“I told you why.”

“No, you didn’t.” His voice cracked. “That’s bullshit. Wanda didn’t text you.”

You swallowed hard. The silence stretched.

He tried again. “Just talk to me. You don’t have to walk away. Not like this.”

You looked at him then—really looked at him. His cheeks flushed from the cold, his hoodie hanging in his hands, the soft scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a ghost of something you never had.

And you thought of her.

Of the girl still waiting in his bed. Of her lips on his neck. Of his voice, saying “doll,” just like that, but not to you.

“That should’ve been me,” you whispered so quietly it could’ve been the wind.

“What?” he asked, stepping closer.

You blinked fast, backing away. “Nothing. I’m going.”

“Why?” he asked again, almost begging now. “What did I do?”

You laughed, bitter. “You really don’t know?”

“Then tell me,” he pleaded.

And the words clawed at your throat. You’re supposed to think about me every time you hold her.

But you couldn’t say it. Not when you knew how it would end.

You stepped back. “Wanda’s waiting.”

You turned, leaving him standing in the cold, heart cracked wide open, hoodie still in his hands, barefoot on the pavement. The door to your shared apartment slowly creaked open behind him.

But Bucky didn’t look back.

He just watched you walk away, and for the first time, he didn’t smile.

—

Bucky stood there, hoodie limp in his hands, staring at the spot where you vanished.

Your slippers were still scuffing quietly down the sidewalk, barely audible now—but the sound stayed with him like an echo in his chest. The cold bit through his skin, his breath fogged in uneven puffs, and for a second, the world tilted on its axis.

“…fuck.”

He said it once.

Then again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“Seriously?” came the annoyed voice behind him.

He didn’t even need to turn around to know the girl was standing there in his bedroom doorway, one of his shirts tugged over her frame, arms crossed like this was an inconvenience to her night.

“You’re just gonna chase her? Like, that’s so rude—”

He turned over his shoulder.

Yelena was standing in her bedroom doorway across the hall, arms folded, one brow arched with that signature unamused stare that could curdle milk. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to.

Peter appeared a second later behind her, rubbing sleep from his eyes, wearing the hoodie you’d stolen a thousand times. His face fell the second he saw the door open, saw the empty street behind Bucky.

He sighed—long and slow, like something inside of him cracked.

Head shaking. Disappointed. Tired.

And that was what did it.

That moment.

That second of stillness.

Yelena staring. Peter sighing. The girl huffing behind him.

The ache in his chest sharpened like glass.

Fuck.

He shoved back inside, heart in his throat. The girl tried to follow him, muttering something about “being done with this bullshit,” but he didn’t care. Didn’t listen. His mind was already sprinting faster than his bare feet had outside.

He stumbled into his room and yanked open his drawer for socks, pulling the first pair he could find. Slippers—no. Shoes. Jacket. Hoodie still clutched in one hand.

His keys?

Where the fuck are his keys?

He rifled through his desk, knocking over an empty mug and a few pens, until his fingers curled around the lanyard.

“Where does Wanda even live?” he muttered to himself, raking a hand through his hair.

His mind reeled.

He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember the damn cross street.

And then he realized—he hadn’t memorized her address. He’d never needed to.

He didn’t even know if you were really going there.

Bucky grabbed his phone with shaky fingers and pulled up your name.

[doll 🐻]

His thumb hovered. Then he hit call.

The ring echoed once. Twice.

He was already bolting down the apartment stairs, phone to his ear, heart hammering as the cold swallowed him all over again.

Three times. Still ringing.

“C’mon, c’mon—pick up,” he whispered. “Just let me explain—”

Four times.

Voicemail.

He cursed so violently it echoed down the block.

He turned toward where he last saw you walking and broke into a jog, feet slapping the pavement, hoodie tucked under one arm, phone pressed to his ear as he called you again.

Still no answer.

He whispered into the wind like it might carry the words to you:

“Please. Come home. Just come home.”

The cold hit harder with every block.

You hadn’t grabbed a real coat. Just a threadbare sweater, some old sleep leggings, and your fuzzy matching slippers that all four of you owned. Bucky’s had the little rip on the side from when Peter tripped over the couch trying to prank him. Yelena’s were the wrong size because she bought them in a rage while hungover. Yours? Yours were just worn in all the places love hides.

You didn’t even feel your fingers anymore.

You tugged your sleeves tighter, breath fogging, trying to blink away the sting in your eyes.

Behind you—somewhere back there—he’d called your name.

Doll.

Of course he did.

You’d imagined it so many times. Whispered, reverent, like he’d finally figured it out. Like he meant it the way you meant everything. But tonight, it was just salt in the wound. A cruel echo against the air.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Again.

You didn’t have to check to know who it was.

You didn’t look. You couldn’t.

Your chest squeezed so tight it hurt.

The streets were quiet. It was past midnight, and spring hadn’t bothered to warm up yet. The chill curled up your sleeves and dug into your spine, and still—you kept walking. Wanda’s building was a ten-minute trek. You didn’t even know if she was home. You just needed to be anywhere but where he was whispering doll to someone else and offering you hoodies like bandages over broken bones he caused.

The final block felt endless. The cold wind bit your cheeks raw, and your toes had gone numb. You finally reached her stoop and buzzed, praying she was awake.

A soft shuffle, then the door clicked open.

You pushed inside like a ghost.

Warmth hit your face, but it didn’t sink in. Not really.

Wanda appeared from the kitchen in one of Vision’s sweatshirts, brow furrowed. “Hey. What are you—?”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, trying to smile, trying to be casual when your voice cracked. “I just—uh, I needed to get out for a sec.”

Wanda didn’t ask. She didn’t have to. She just nodded once, quiet understanding in her eyes, and stepped aside to let you pass.

Vision peeked around the corner, blinking slowly. “Are you alright?”

You nodded too fast. “Yeah. Just… needed air. I’ll sleep on the couch if that’s okay.”

Behind him, Pietro appeared shirtless and yawning, bleached hair sticking up in five directions. “Hey,” he said softly, surprised but not unkind. “Didn’t expect you.”

“Me neither,” you said, and it was the closest to the truth you’d said all night.

Wanda pressed a warm mug into your hands. You hadn’t noticed she was already making tea.

“I’ll grab you blankets,” she said quietly.

You whispered a thanks and sank into the couch, pulling your knees up to your chest, still wearing the fuzzy slippers, still shaking.

Your phone buzzed again.

And again.

You didn’t look.

You just turned the ringer off, shoved it under a pillow, and stared at the wall.

Outside, somewhere in the dark, you knew Bucky was looking for you.

You knew because your heart was still beating.

And it only ever beat like that for him.

(You’ve got mail!) this was molding in my drafts so I wanted to post it because yes..AND HONESTLY I WANTED TO MAKE IR LONGER BUT I DEADASS DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO ADD LIKE I LOST THE WAY I WAS PLOTTING IT I ONLY HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS. but this was one of my fav songs off sns and just listening to it made me levitate 🧘‍♀️

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mrs-barnes-rogers-writes · 5 months ago

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The Dream (One Shot)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes (a hint of Stucky x reader)

Summary: You return from a mission in the middle of the night, exhausted and a little beat up. In a bid to avoid Steve and Bucky you go the long way to your room, but you see Stark and Strange and decide they are 100% up to something.

Warnings: Mentions of readers death / being missing in action in another multiverse, multiverse travel (if that's a warning???)

Trope: Friends to lovers, idiots in love, brooding and not sharing how they really feel.

This is based around a dream I had so reader is British but you can use your imagination. I also apologise for the lengthy intro, but you know I love a back story.

"The multiverse is a complex thing Tony."

"I'm aware of that Strange and I also know we shouldn't tamper with it. Look what happened when Peter came to you instead of me!"

"You were still recovering Tony, and this is a piece of that. Things need to be put back. The consequences if we don't are bigger than anything we've faced."

You rolled your eyes as you walked passed one of the lower floor labs. You'd only used this entrance to avoid Steve and Bucky, and you certainly didn't want to get caught in whatever Strange and Stark were up to as an alternative. You thought after Thanos that things would calm down. Be a little normal. You were wrong. There's never a 'normal' where the Avengers are concerned. You huff and make your way to your room.

You were a super soldier of sorts, with the ability to control and read energy. People, objects, weapons, absolutely everything. A call from Natasha and you'd quickly found yourself on the battlefield between her and Bucky in Wakanda. When you joined MI5 as a clean up analyst, you'd never thought that would lead you to SHIELD. An incident at the London clean up after one of Thor's adventures had left you with powers. Being able to manipulate energy including your own, also meant you were fast and strong. Bucky was quick to discover how fast when you sprinted alongside him towards the fight in Wakanda, on the tail of T'challa and Steve. He was in awe of you from the start. A year later and he was smitten. Eighteen months and he struggled to hide it.

It had taken Steve a while to get to know you. Caught up with the clean ups, being pardoned, the New Accords and trying to rebuild the team and he'd watched you from a far to begin with. Starting on the day of the fight, you'd barely said hello when it started. The fight had got rougher and you'd ran to cover Wanda. You'd found Steve going hand to hand with who you now called the Rancid Raisin. Your powers pulsed and you knew you had to get the gauntlet off his hand. Thor, approaching at the same time as you, started to charge at Thanos. You'd screamed at both him and Steve as you'd joined the sprint.

"Take him down!!! Take his fucking head off."

Steve managed to get him to his knees and you brought him down further as you practically ran up his back and shoved him into the ground. You straddled the titans now outstretched arm and ripped the gauntlet from his hand as Thor took his head.

The next few months were hard. The clean up. Thor's grief. Bucky's therapy. Natasha always hovering, worried Bruce will disappear again. PTSD hits Tony hard and Sam is trying to keep everyone together and moving forward but it's slowly burning him out. Peter goes AWOL on a school trip and his identity gets exposed. Then Strange tampers with the multiverse. Wanda is suspicious of everyone and comes to blows with Stephen when he won't listen to her advice about the multiverse, not until Vision steps in, and that makes her even more infuriated.

Then in the background there's you, and Steve's embarrassed he didn't notice at first. He's not even sure when you officially moved in. You were around, here and there and then you're there all the time. Your permanent arrival brings about a spring like change. Everything is somehow calmer. There's always fresh flowers and home-baked treats on the kitchen counter and fresh towels on their beds when they come home from missions. You're somehow always busy and yet have time for everything and everyone. Your soft at home and a machine on the battlefield. He's watching you more than he probably should.

Then he spots Bucky push your hair from your face as you're leaning over a dusty old map, his hand moves down to the small of your back and you smile softly at him. His stomach tightens when he watches Bucky smile sweetly back. The type of smile he's not seen since before the war.

Then Natasha seems to relax and her raised eyebrow and quips return. Thor showers and actually listens to Val when she visits him. Tony starts to jog with Sam, and you're alongside them. Pepper goes back to the office, and although it's now in the same compound, she's nervous of leaving Tony's side. He catches your reassuring whispers to her and the promise to make sure Tony takes a break and eats lunch, and he does everyday. Wanda and Vision start to build a house on the other side of the compound. The team grows and Scott and Hope visit often and so do the Guardians. Steve's still not sure what to make of the talking racoon who's always looking around their armoury and intent on stealing Bucky's arm. And then there's the tree that you, Natasha, Wanda and Pepper all seem to take a turn in mothering. The tree also seems to enjoy your awful playlist.

"He's not a tree Steven. He's Groot." You tell him.

"I am Groot!" Groot adds. Steve leaves the room as you start to teach Groot how to twerk.

It takes a while but realisation washes over Steve as he watches you and Bucky waltz after one of Tony's fundraisers. This ones for the VA and Steve thinks it might be a peace offering of sorts. The only people left are the team and a few of Sam's trusted friends from the VA. He hears your laughter as Bucky tells you that he doesn't believe you can waltz and you prove him wrong as he sweeps you around the floor. Bucky had been shaky all morning after a bad nightmare. You'd returned from a mission, swept him up in a fierce hug and Bucky had stopped shaking. You'd appeared a couple of hours later in a red dress and on Bucky's arm, and Steve feels his stomach tighten again. He watches his best friend's lips graze your head as you've moved into a normal slow dance and he knows then that Bucky is quite possibly in love with you. He also knows that he is too.

He pushes down his feelings and encourages Bucky to make a move.

"I will when you will punk." He replies, squeezing Steve's shoulder and throwing him a wink. Steve ignores it, along with the feeling in his stomach again.

Then you stagger off the jet and fall into Steve's arms. A solo mission gone wrong and he's never seen you so shaken or covered in so much blood. Thankfully, very little of it is yours. But as he helps you peel off your suit and he sees your body scattered in bruises, he realises how scared he is of losing you and he finally admits it to himself. He loves you, and if he's really honest he probably loves Bucky in a way that's passed regular friendship. He tucks you into bed and sits upright at the side of you. FRIDAY's already assured him you'll be fine in a few days, but he's concerned about the wheeze in your chest and now he knows this is how Bucky felt for all those years when he was always sick.

A few days later when the others filter back from their own missions, he speaks to Bucky and a few days after that, and after a chat with Natasha, they decide they want to talk to you, explain their feelings and see if whatever this is can work.

But out of nowhere you stop speaking to Steve. So does Natasha, then Wanda and Pepper. Val visits and sharpens her daggers whilst looking directly at Steve. Rocket shakes his head at him from afar and Groot throws some bread at him during dinner. Gamora scoops him up and leaves the table and Steve realises she's not talking to him either. The night after the bread throwing, the male members of the team are locked out of the Rec Room and there's a party seemingly going on. He doesn't know what's happening and Bucky mutters something about 'girls night' as he broods in the corner. Clint reminds him it's 'girls and Groot' and Steve realises he didn't even know Clint was there, so out of it and melancholy from not speaking to you.

Bucky stops talking to him next and it seems whatever he's done, the upset is spreading through the team. The night your due home from your latest mission Steve's on edge. He doesn't want to force you to speak to him but he might have to, to save whatever this is. He's goes to the gym to let off some steam and quickly finds Bucky there too. They don't speak, but they take their usual route around the equipment, spotting each other as they go. Bucky spots your hair scrunchie on the floor and picks it up. He chokes on a sob and asks Steve what he's done. Steve pulls Bucky into his arms, but he can't answer because he doesn't know. Their super soldier ears pick up as they hear the hum of the jet. They make their way to the hanger and they realise you've taken a different route, probably to avoid them. They turn back and go passed the lower labs. You're not there either but Strange and Stark are and Steve can't shake the feeling they're up to something.

Not long after the three of you are in your separate beds. None of you sleep well.

It's mid-morning the next day when you sweep into the kitchen still in your pyjamas and robe, hair thrown into a messy bun. You're flustered and you've clearly not had much sleep.

"What the fuck are Strange and Stark up to?" You say abruptly, as you make your morning tea. Steve stares for a moment. Slightly in shock that you're actually speaking to him. He's mid sip of his coffee, going over some old SHIELD files as he sits at the kitchen island.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said what are Stark and Strange up to? I heard them talking last night about the multiverse, and I've had the weirdest dream. They sent me to another multiverse, like ours but not, which I realise is obvious because that's how it works according to Vis but they sent me to.....hang on. It was 513, that's where they sent me, I think, only it wasn't me. It was 616 me. So I was dreaming about 616 me going to 513 me and they weren't meant to have a me but they did and she was dead."

"She wasn't dead she was missing in action."

You dropped the spoon onto the counter with a clatter. Steve suddenly realised what he'd said and frowned.

"How do I? Wait, hang on, how do I know that?"

"Did you have the same dream as me?"

Steve stayed quiet.

"Rogers, did you have the same dream as me?"

"She wasn't dead, she was missing in action and you told me off for not looking for you. The 513 you." He whispered. Steve looked up at you and you would later describe to the others that he looked broken. You take a step towards him but stop as the whooshing of the door from the stairs stops you. You know it's Bucky from his purposeful steps, making sure anyone that's around knows he's approaching, always concerned about startling anyone.

"Stevie I had the weirdest..." He paused midsentence as he sees the look on Steve's face and your startled expression. "What's going on?

"What were you going to say?" You asked.

"I asked you a question first." He replied firmly.

"Buck? What was it about? The dream?" Steve asked, his voice shaking.

"Who said I had a dream? Anyway, does it matter?"

"Yes." You replied in unison. He huffed.

"It was a dream."

"About?" Steve asked. Bucky huffed again and learned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest.

"The multiverse. Something those two said must have set it off."

"Strange and Stark?" You asked.

"Yeah, wait, how did you know that?" Bucky asked standing up straight.

You side-eyed Steve.

"We had the same dream bud."

"You and me?" He asked Steve.

"All of us. The three of us." You answered.

The elevator door opened and your heads all snapped to look at the culprits of whatever had happened. Strange and Stark.

"You!!!" You practically growled as you moved towards them. "You two!!! What the fuck did you do!!"

"Us? Nothing." Stark shrugged. You allowed your powers to check over their energy and the rhythm of their hearts and blood pressure told you they weren't lying but they weren't exactly telling the truth either.

"You've done something."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Stark quipped, trying to side step you.

"That was a lie." You replied, through gritted teeth as you blocked his path. "You might not have done it but you know something."

The whooshing of the door again brought Natasha and Bruce's arrival, with Wanda, Vision and Sam entering moments after them. If Strange and Stark wouldn't tell you, you knew someone who would or would at least be more likely to slip up. You ignored Natasha as she asked what was going on?

"Bruce?" You asked, eyes trained on Stephen and Tony.

"Ermmm yeah."

"What are these two doing?"

"Right now, they're standing in front of you."

"Bruce, you know that's not what I mean. What are these two doing with the multiverse?"

There was snaps of 'what', 'again' and general disgust from the others.

"I told you two I wanted no part of it. I'm not going to lie for you." Bruce said, turning to Strange and Stark.

"You could at least try buddy." Tony quipped back.

"There'd be no point! Most of the people here would know I lied. They had a visitor. A couple of visitors actually and one of them was Loki. I'll let them tell you the rest."

There was another set of outbursts around the room. Steve stood from his seat at the counter and came to stand at your side.

"Stephen. Tony. Start talking."

"Her first." Strange replied.

"Why tell you when you probably already know."

"They need to hear it." He responded, nudging his head in the direction of the others.

"Fine. Last night, I dreamt about the multiverse. About all of us. Clint and Scott were there too."

"Go on." Urged Natasha.

"So, we're clear, you go into their compound. You tell 513 Stark and Strange to stop fucking around and to look for a sign. Wait for the sign. Then they'll know what to do." Hank told you.

"Got it." You'd replied.

"And it has to be her?" Steve asked, voice full of concern. Stephen and Tony's voice confirmed it.

"So, is that my role in the multiverse? Telling you two to stop messing with things you don't understand?"

"Yes." "Looks that way."

Hope and Scott fussed over your suit and the device on your wrist.

"We'll give you fifteen minutes total. A minute warning for extraction, then thirty seconds. Then a countdown from ten." Hope reminded you.

"And it has to be her?" Steve asked again.

"Steve! For godness sake, we've already established that. They don't have a me, so it has to be me. Plus there's the energy thing."

"Just throwing this out there again, I think we should still wait for Wanda and Vision to get here." Bucky threw in.

"No time, it' has to be now." Hank pushed. "And when I say now, I mean now, get your ass on the platform. Wong. Strange."

Hope and Scott guided you to the platform and you flicked over the helmet, as Wong and Stephen took their positions. Multiverse travel need them and the quantum fields to stay stable. Doing it with just their magic alone would cause another 'incident' according to the Van Dykes. Magic swirled around you and Hank counted down. There was a flash of light and you were gone. Floating through the quantum, you followed the pull of energy that came from 513 and directed yourself towards it. You landed in a heap in a grassy field.

"This can't be right. Please tell me we've not buggered this up." The device vibrated on your wrist to confirm the fifteen minutes had started and you looked around to figure out where you should be going. You pulled yourself up, turning you saw a hill behind you and decided to run up it.

Reaching the top you discovered you were in the right place. Kind of. There was a compound, sure it was smaller but it was a compound of sorts. In reminded you of the safe house you and Natasha had used once in Mexico. Dated but kind of fancy. On reaching a side door, you pushed energy into the electric lock and it slid open. You pulled at the door and went in.

"Please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me."

You followed the smell of the coffee to the kitchen and hoped to find someone there. A clattering of a spoon into a dish let you know you had. Scott Lang sat at the counter. Shocked expression on his face.

"Oh my god!!!"

"Sorry to walk in on you like this. Scott right? I'm Y/N. This is going to sound crazy but I'm from another universe."

"Y/N?"

"Yes, that's what I said."

"They thought you were dead."

"Wait what? You're not meant to have a me here."

"Y/N." A new voice and your eyes snapped towards it. Steve Rogers was looking at you eyes wide and full of emotion. He dashed towards you. "Sweetheart, oh my god, we've been looking. We never stopped looking."

He pulled you into a bone crushing hug and kissed the top of your head fiercely. You went ridged and Steve pulled away.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Y/N?"

You pulled away from Steve to find Nat looking at you with tears in her eyes. She was quickly joined by Wanda and Vision, both of which watched you with caution. There was a flurry of voices and Sam, Clint and Bucky came into view. Bucky's eyes met yours.

"Y/N?!!" He called out, followed by a sob. He tripped over his feet in a bid to get to you, Clint and Sam grabbed at him to steady his approach as he made his way towards you.

"Wait, wait, wait." You said, holding your hands up for him to stop. "I'm not who you think I am. I was told you didn't have a me here."

"Because you're missing in action, presumed dead." Vision explained.

"Oh fuck. Wait hang on. I'm missing? Why the bloody hell are you here then? Why aren't you out looking for me?"

"We have. We've followed every lead. Every possible there is." Natasha told you.

"And yet here you are sitting on your arses."

"Hey now. This is the first time Buck's even been here in a year. There's always two of us looking. Danvers and Thor are out right now." Sam told you. "He needed to come home."

"It's the anniversary of your disappearance." Steve told you sadly.

"That's why." You whispered.

"Why what?" Natasha asked.

"I was told it had to be today. You must have all needed to be here."

"If you're not Y/N, who are you?" Clint asked.

"I'm Y/N, just not your Y/N. I'm from 616."

Wanda and Vision exchanged a knowing glance.

"Why are you here?" Wanda asked.

Before you had to chance to answer Stephen, Tony and Bruce, came into the kitchen, buzzing with chatter about time travel, the quantum and the multiverse.

"These two!!!" You snapped, pointing at Stark and Strange. There heads snapped up to look at you.

"Y/N?" Stark asked shocked by your presence.

"Not exactly."

"She's 616 Y/N." Vision explained. They both looked uneasy and side-eyed each other.

"What did you do?" Steve asked.

"Nothing......yet."

"Well don't." You told them firmly.

"Look, you can't come here from 616 and tell us what we can and can't do Y/N." Stephen told you, clearly annoyed by your presence.

"Actually, I can and that's exactly why I'm here. Our versions of you, as well as the Van Dykes. Have told me to come and tell you to stop. Whatever it is you're doing or thinking of doing stop it right now. You're going to cause a problem that none of us can fix."

"Look what we're working on can't be explained to everyone." Stephen told you.

"Don't speak to me like I'm stupid Strange. We've had the TVA at the door."

"TVA?" Bruce asked quietly.

"Time Variance Authority." You replied, before turning to Bruce. "Bruce, please don't get caught up in their messy bollocks. It'll only get you and the big guy into trouble."

"There's a Hulk in 616?"

"Yep and I'm sure in every universe it's best he avoids conspiring with these two."

Strange went to talk again but you were quick to cut him off.

"If you're going to belittle me, don't bother. You two stop whatever it is you're doing or trying to do. In a few days you'll get a sign. You'll know then what to do. DON'T, and I mean DON'T, do anything until then, and listen to these two." You said pointing at Wanda and Vision. "If you don't, well, it'll change everything. No good will come from it. Wait for the sign."

They both nodded at you, brows furrowed. You turned and went to leave.

"Wait!" Bucky called. "Can you stay?"

You turned to look at him and found he was now at Steve's side, both of them with tear-filled eyes. You shook your head.

"Sorry, I can't." You replied. Bucky sniffed and you took his metal hand softly in yours. "It'll cause a glitch. They only sent me because they didn't think there was a me here. It's best our paths don't cross if there's more than one of me."

"But there's not. I can't find you." Bucky told you as tears ran down his face. Steve threw his arm around his shoulder and pulled him into his side. You looked between them both. In 616 you were alone. There was a whole bunch of lingering touches, longing looks and missed moments between you, Steve and Bucky but nothing more than that.

"Wait. Are we? Am I with one of you here?"

They nodded.

"Both of them. The three of you are together. Took a while but you figured it out." Clint told you. This explained the upset. You thought for a moment and looked up at them both.

"Are we a like? We obviously look the same, but in personality? Is she an agent?"

They nodded.

"Your voice, the telling people off, the mannerisms, it's all the same." Steve told you.

You might not know 513 you, but you knew you, and that if you had Steve and Bucky you'd never let them go and wherever you were, whatever had happened you'd fight to get back to them.

"Don't stop looking."

"I won't. I never will." Bucky told you.

"Listen, if you can't find her. She'll find you. I know if I had you both, either one of you, I'd never stop fighting to get back. If you can't find her, she'll get here or somewhere so you can find her."

"We're not together in your timeline?" Steve asked. You shook your head and looked down at your feet. Steve reached out and cupped your face, tilting your head for you to look at him. "Tell them, tell them how you feel."

"I'm not sure they feel the same."

"I'm pretty sure I'd love you in every universe sweetheart. Tell them."

You felt a wave of emotion and tried to stay composed.

"Keep looking. If she's like me in anyway, she'll find her way. She won't stop. She'll keep trying to get back to you." You grew tearful as you told them again.

"Can you stay just a little longer? For them?" Natasha asked, nodding towards Steve and Bucky. Maybe you could. The buzz of the device on your wrist said you couldn't. One minute and you'd be pulled back. You shook you head and lifted your arm to show them the device.

"That's my cue." You turned back to Steve and Bucky. "I'm sorry I'm not her."

You took a chance and pulled them both into a hug, which they returned.

"How did you know?" You asked Steve. "You didn't question when I said I was from 616, why?"

"She never goes stiff when I hug her. Not even when we've fought. And your shampoo. Your hair smells different."

You hummed in understanding and hugged them both again. The device buzzed again warning you had thirty seconds before you were pulled back. You found yourself having to pull your hand from Bucky's.

"I'm sorry, I have to go, they'll pull me back and if I'm not outside I'll end up through that wall, which will really bloody hurt." You rushed down the hall and through the door as they followed.

"Don't stop looking." You called behind you. "She's bound to leave a biscuit wrapper or a half drank cuppa somewhere."

You sprinted out into the field. There was a flash and you were gone from 513. You landed back at 616 on the platform. Two super soldiers waiting for you.

"Then I woke up."

"OK, so just so I have this right. You dreamt that 616 you, went to 513 to tell these two off and you three were together but you were missing?" Asked Bruce.

"Yeah, I know that sounds absurd but they had the same dream." You replied, gesturing at Steve and Bucky.

"What did you do?" Bruce asked, turning to Tony and Stephen. Wanda approached them both, anger in her eyes.

"Yes, what did you do?" She asked.

"We." Stephen started.

"Not we." Tony interrupted. "You did it. You were the one that did it."

"You were there."

"But you did it."

"Stop it!!!" You shouted. "What did you do!"

"Strange connected your subconscious to some of the other versions of you."

"Why?" Steve asked.

"Because you needed to see something."

"Yeah, see that you two fuck around in every timeline." You snapped.

"Not exactly." Stephen replied.

"Stop talking in damn riddles Strange." Bucky ordered.

"She needed to see something." Stephen replied.

"Me???!!!" You exclaimed. "So why did they have it too? Why did they have the same dream? You shouldn't have done that to them!! You can't play with Bucky's mind like that."

You closed in on Strange and Steve slipped an arm around your waist to keep you back, as Bucky joined your side.

"That was unexpected."

"Because you don't know what you're dealing with Strange. What happened with Peter proves that." Wanda told him.

"It was unexpected but needed."

"Tony." Steve said. "If he's not going to explain, can you."

Tony sighed.

"Just so you know, I didn't do the whole connection thing, he did and as soon he said you two were connected too I told him to stop."

"And did he?" Steve asked. The lack of answer said it all.

"Everything that happened in the dream happened. The 616 version of you went to 513 with orders to warn their version of us to stop what they were doing and look for a sign."

"A sign of what? Another fight? Another finger snapper?" Sam asked.

Tony shook his head.

"Her coming back to 513."

"Me or 616 me or their me."

"513 you. You went to warn them and to tell them to stop what they were doing. Well, 616 did. You were the sign. 616 was."

"How do you know this?" Natasha asked.

"The T.V.A. Time Variance Authority. They paid us a visit."

"With Loki?" Natasha asked, side-eyeing Bruce, pissed off that he'd kept this from her.

"It seems another version of Loki is alive and has redeemed himself. He's working with them to keep the timelines as they should."

"Why?" Steve asked.

"Because he dies over and over again, and one of the other universes didn't fair so well against Thanos. He snapped those fingers, took out half of everyone in their universe." He paused as he walked over to the drinks cabinet, poured himself a drink and looked at you. "They didn't go for the head."

"What does this have to do with Y/N?" Natasha asked.

"There have been some misplacements. The T.V.A looks to put them right." Stephen answered.

"I am a misplacement?"

"No, you're where you should be sweetie," Tony assure "but the T.V.A made a slip up. An agent came in here as a copy of someone in our universe. Someone that's not meant to be here. Someone that I revoked clearance for."

"Sharon." Natasha whispered. You snapped your head to look at her.

"So Captain Rogers, wasn't intimate with Agent Carter in the upper lab bathroom?" Vision asked.

"What?" Steve snapped.

"Doll? Is that why you're not talking to Stevie?"

"I saw her. I saw Sharon go in to the bathroom. I waited to see what she was doing. We'd had the meeting that day."

"About Madipour?" Steve asked, his arm still around you. You nodded and glanced up at him.

"Tony was revoking her access, but I saw her. I waited to see what she was up to. She went in the bathroom but you came out."

"So to you it looked like Steve and Sharon were in there together." Sam pointed out.

"Pepper told me that you were upset and after girls night and thanks to Romanoff's cocktails, she told me why. I checked the footage. It was glitchy and then it was gone. I tried to recover it and then the T.V.A were in the room, Loki was with them. Strange arrived soon after. Our timeline was fine to begin with but their agent dropping in here and making you think that Carter and Capsicle were bumping uglies caused the glitch."

"Misplacement."

"Glitch, branch, whatever. The agent caused issues in 513 and 616, as well as here. The T.V.A wanted to resolve it in one go, snip the branch." Tony poured himself another drink.

"Tony it's not lunchtime yet. Maybe slowdown." Natasha told him.

You made eye contact with Wanda and she titled her head at you. You shrugged.

"I don't get it." You said.

"Me neither, this sounds like some Inception kinda shit." Sam added.

"I believe I can help" Vision added stepping forward. "It's the three of them isn't it?" Vision asked Strange. He nodded in reply.

"Us?" Steve asked.

"Yes, I believe so. Y/N, in your dream when you were connected to the others. 616 wasn't with her version of Steve and Bucky?"

You shook your head.

"No, it felt like there was something but they weren't together. They were both asking questions about 616 going to 513 and they were waiting for her next to the platform, but then I woke up."

"And 513, you were lost, missing in action, but you were together, with the Captain and Sergeant?"

You nodded.

"I asked them. Clint said something about it taking us a while but we go there."

"Something is coming isn't it?" Wanda asked, looking at Strange. He nodded.

"And the three of them have to be together." Vision said.

"Why?" You asked. Steve held you tighter, his chest to your back. Bucky placed his hand in yours.

"Sweetheart." "Doll." They said in unison looking down at you. You looked down at the floor.

"They said to tell you. Steve said, he ermmm, he said."

"I know, I was there remember." He ran his lips against your head. "And it's true. In every universe Y/N."

Bucky lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it softly, his actions speaking for him.

"But 513?" You asked

"She'll find her way." Wanda said.

"So, if they're together, we all get our happily ever after?" Sam asked.

"They'll be another threat. Bigger than Thanos, bigger than anything any of us have faced." Strange answered.

"But it won't be us that faces it will it?" Wanda asked knowingly.

"Who then?" Steve asked.

"Our children."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #avengers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #avengers au #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #steve x reader x bucky #stucky x reader

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crimeofacentury · 9 months ago

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MASTERLIST OF BOTS!!

CHALLENGERS ☆彡

Ghost face Artrick : art and Patrick as Scream Ghostface who pay you a visit...

Bar Patrick and Art: You catch their eye and they want to buy you a drink…

Party Art Donaldson : you and art share a kiss at a frat party...

Baby Daddy Art Donaldson : you and Art are expecting from a one night stand….

Sugar Daddy Art Donaldson : older-divorced! Art Donaldson is your coach AND sugar daddy…

Fanboy Art Donaldson : Art is your biggest fan…

Girldad Art Donaldson: You and Art share daughters who are his whole personality…

Married Art Donaldson: You know his wife wouldn’t mind…

DILF Art Donaldson: You paint his and Lilys’ face at the fair…

Homewrecked Art Donaldson: he’s dating your sister, that won’t stop you though..

Enchanted Art Donaldson: inspired by the enchanted movie…

NEW! Supernatural Art Donaldson: meeting your (vampy) family...

Roommate Patrick Zweig: it’s what friends do…

ART AND TASHI: lilys coach… (ib heavenbarnes on here)

TASHI DUNCAN: if i were a zombie, id never est your brain!

DC ミ★

Barry Allen : somethings changed about you…

MARVEL / XMEN : ☆彡

Baby daddy Charles Xavier : you and Charles are expecting from a one night stand….

Peter Parker : someone’s got a crush on the new girl…

Yelena Belova: kiss with a fist…

NEW! Ex Bucky Barnes: do I wanna know?

HARRY POTTER ミ★

Daphne Greengrass : a modern AU where you just got posted on Hogwart express…

Marvel x Marauders James Potter: the reality stone somehow transported you to a magic, British place… with someone who looks exactly like your dead ex…

Puffs Wayne Hopkins : he really really really wants to go to Hogsmeade with you…

NEW! Theo Nott: you’ll do it for him, won’t you?

GLEE ☆彡

Quinn Fabray: she’s just curious about the new girl, that’s all…

YELLOWJACKETS

Lottie Matthew's: howl (it wants you)

OCS ミ★

Marvel Carmen Connors : a supe who REALLY hates superheroes…

Ice Skater James Butler : your little sister does his makeup…

One day I’ll do a full intro to all of these bots but for right now this will do…

#challengers #harry potter #glee #character ai #cai #cai bots #marvel #xmen #bots #marauders #oc #art donaldson #yelena belova

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clintbarton-thearrowguy · 10 months ago

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🏹Intro post🏹

Name: Clinton Francis Barton

God please just call me Clint

DOB: January 7th 1971

He/him

Trans!Clint (you don’t like it? Block me.)

Born Deaf

Mod:

None, I’m the real Clint

Background: last updated 1/7/25

Mostly based on the mcu Clint but is mixed with my own personal headcannons and comic Clint. best friends with Nat, lives on a farm, kinda retired but not really since he’s still technically a SHIELD agent and does return if he’s needed. Worked with Captain Carter in his Universe but does know Bucky (only heard Stories on Steve) became Ronan because of the Snap, Tony did live though they had to amputate his arm.

As a child is dad was abusive, both parents died in an accident which is when Clint and his siblings ran from home and joined the traveling circus. He adopted all his kids since he’s trans. etc. etc. [I’ll add more if I think of more.]

Family & Family friends:

Partner:

N/A

Sisters:

@thebetterbartontwin - Charlotte

Kids (bio, adopted, and basically mine):

@hawkeyes-favorite - Lila

@cooperbarton-hawkeyeskid - cooper

@baby-barton - Nathan

@its-nate-the-sharpshot - (Teen) Nathan

@the-sleep-arrow-girl - Katerina

@luckythebestpizzadog - Lucky

@officially-kate-bishop - Kate

@thebettermaximofftwin - Wanda

@jade-lopez-maximoff - Jade

@official-pietro-maximoff - Pietro

@whosafraidoflittleoldme17 - Aurora

@erupti-spider - Cat

@your-darling-gaze - Cherry

@gwen-stacy-earth616 - Gwen

@ivanova-web-droid - Skye

@proud-owner-0f-americas-ass - Steve

@new-phone-who-dis0 - Isla

My bestie(s):

@natt-romanoff-barnes - Natasha

@blackwidow-nat-official2 - Natasha

Bestie’s sister:

@the-best-black-widow - Yelena

@your-fav-russian-assassin - Yelena

friends and heroes:

@official-buckybarnes -Bucky

@under0-0s - Tony

@friday-the-ai - Friday

@peterparker-who - Peter

@the-real-peterparker - Peter

@verygoodlawyer - Matt

@dr-bruce-banner-official - Bruce

@steve-rogers-language - Steve

@thir-0dinson - Thor

@loki-laufeychild - Loki

@that-punk-from-brooklyn - Steve

@capt-carter-mostly-official - Peggy

@officialscottlang - Scott

@samwilson-official - Sam

@we-love-redwing - Sam

”Bosses”:

@im-not-a-pirate - Fury

@trading-cards-owner - Coulson

(If I forgot you please let me know this was made on a whim)

#hawkeye #clint barton #marvel #marvel rp #marvel mcu #mcu #laura barton #avengers #the avengers #kate bishop #intro post #introduction #blog intro #pinned intro

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proud-owner-0f-americas-ass · 8 months ago

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‼️INTRO‼️

Name: Steven Grant Rogers.

Aliases: Captain America, Cap.

Age: 27 (*cough 107 cough*)

‼️NO NSFW, SUGGESTIVE DIALOGUE IS ALLOWED HOWEVER‼️

My forever person: @capt-carter-mostly-official

Children: Peter Quill's mother, @moth-to-the-flames, @charlotte-rogers-barnes @crazylittlecreatures, Michael James Carter-Rogers

This is me!

I have a st bernard puppy named Sarge

And a Kitten named Lavender

#steve rogers #mcu rp #intro post #captain america

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d-adpool · 11 months ago

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intro post because apparently those are cool and hip these days

hi! i'm dadpool! i live in an undisclosed location in the suburbs with my beautiful dog mary puppins and an ever-rotating ensemble of wayward children. if you're a gifted kid in need of a place to stay, don't hesitate to send an ask and i'll help ya the best i can.

current wayward children:

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer (wade/wheelie, he/it, 27, my special sweetheart, deadpool powers)

@parasite-the-symbiote (??, with wheelie rn)

@and-more-shells (shells, he/him, 23, he just showed up here but now i love him idk, does work-from-home data entry, badass raven wings)

@the-spectacular-spiderman (peter, he/him, 23, like if nicepool was a spider-man, so sweet it makes me want to puke)

@peterparker-who (pete, he/they, 18, smokes too much weed, dating another deadpool because of course he is)

@teen-pool (wade, he/him, older teen?, just the saddest little sob story orphan boy you ever met. deadpool powers)

@asta-barnes-rogers (asta, they/them, 15, apprentice at stark industries, studying weaponsmithing, shapeshifter and universe-hopper)

@jameshowlettthekid (james, he/him, 13, from the early 1800s, wormhole sent him into the future or something, wolverine powers)

@x-23-official (laura, she/her, 11, little demon child i love her)

@blake-in-the-closet (blake/glowstick, he/him, 8, angy little fucker, i found him in a dumpster, weather manipulation powers, sometimes he glows blue when he's stressed)

current partners:

@bstandsforbabydaddy (spider-man/peter b. parker, he/him)

@mj-watson-parker (mary jane watson, she/her, superhuman patience)

@eddie-vee-4ever (venom, they/them, formerly peter's symbiote, now they're with eddie brock)

@t4ct1c4l-fluk3 (nuke, he/him, jaguar-shaped, does weird energy manipulation shit)

[ooc: this ask blog is rated R by the motion picture association. it features graphic violence (including self-harm and suicide), all seven of the words you can’t say on television, and immature humor aimed at mature audiences. it will not feature explicit sexual content. minors may interact at their own discretion.]

nsft blog: @deadpool-in-wolverine 🔞

mun’s blogs: @puzzled-on-main

#pinned intro #rp blog #deadpool #deadpool and wolverine

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queenpiranhadon · 1 year ago

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- Love Like You, Rebecca Sugar

I...write for pretty much anything! You can check my fandoms list through the main navigation on my intro post!

Here are the ones I'm most comfortable writing for though:

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ➜

› My Hero Academia / Boku No Hero Academia

› Jujutsu Kaisen

› Spy x Family

› Demon Slayer

ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ➜

› Harry Potter

› Riordanverse (check my fandoms list to which series I've read)

› The Inheritance Games

› Keeper of the Lost Cities

› The Hunger Games

ᴛᴠ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ + ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ ➜

› MCU

› Avatar the Last Airbender & Legend of Korra

› Lego Ninjago

ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ ➜

› Stardew Valley

› Genshin Impact

ᡣ𐭩 = romantic pairing; ✩ = platonic pairing, ✿ = x another character (usually canon ship)

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ➜

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heavnisyou · 5 months ago

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intro to my drs!!

…i have a total of 35 drs at the moment, there will probably be more at one point but i’ll just give you a small introduction to all my 35 drs!!

» better cr (hsmtmts) «

toni marie wilson — sep 12 2003 — s/o; ricky bowen

» fame dr «

amelia lily tomlinson — sep 12 1995 — s/o; niall horan

» 2nd fame dr «

clara van gratie — sep 12 1999 — s/o; gavin leatherwood

» singer dr «

maya claire wilson — sep 12 2000 — s/o; joshua bassett

» 2nd singer dr «

clarissa may horan — sep 12 1991 — s/o; niall horan

» 3rd singer dr «

clarissa jamie payne — sep 12 2000 — s/o; olivia rodrigo

» actress dr «

cassandra wren evans — sep 12 1996 — s/o; chris evans

» one direction dr «

lilah rory payne — aug 29 1993 — s/o; niall horan

» underground artist dr «

alexi claire wilson — sep 12 1998 — s/o; alec benjamin

» streamer dr «

athena marie simons — sep 12 2003 — s/o; purpled

» criminal minds fame au dr «

alice sofia rossi — sep 12 1985 — s/o; spencer reid

» nepo baby dr «

clara ivy stan — sep 12 2004 — s/o; olivia rodrigo

» 2nd nepo baby dr «

clara marie brosnan — sep 12 1999 — s/o; joshua bassett

» sunset curve dr «

cassandra jade mercer — sep 12 1978 — s/o; reggie peters

» shared band dr «

valentina mystara — sep 12 1998 — s/o; niall horan

» marvel fame au dr «

alice marie lumière — sep 12 1989 — s/o; steve rogers

» fan dr «

casiphia marie rossi — sep 12 1998 — s/o; dylan minnette

» 2nd fan dr «

clara marie wilson — sep 12 1998 — s/o; niall horan

» marvel small town au dr «

clarissa taylor — sep 12 1999 — s/o; kate bishop

» julie and the phantoms dr «

kiara patterson — sep 12 1975 — s/o; reggie peters

» outer banks dr «

emilia jane wilson — sep 12 2003 — s/o; jj maybank

» 2nd outer banks dr «

clarissa cameron — sep 12 2003 — s/o; kiara carrera

» 3rd outer banks dr «

alexandra marie lumière — sep 12 2002 — s/o; john b routledge

» free rein dr «

clara grace wilson — sep 12 2000 — s/o: pin hawthorne

» surviving summer dr «

lily grace mckenna — sep 12 2006 — s/o; baxter radic

» moon knight au dr «

madison spector — sep 12 1988 — s/o; marc spector

» chilling adventures of sabrina dr «

willow vidal — sep 12 1928 — s/o; nick scratch

» riverdale dr «

annabelle andrews — sep 12 2001 — s/o; jughead jones

» criminal minds dr «

bella marie lovelace — sep 12 1989 — s/o; spencer reid

» marvel dr «

madelyn ivanova — sep 12 1958 — s/o; steve rogers

» 2nd marvel dr «

sophia blanca noir — sep 12 2006 — s/o; peter parker (tasm)

» 3rd marvel dr «

clara monroe — sep 12 1994 — s/o; steve rogers

» teen marvel dr «

sofia barnes — sep 12 2006 — s/o; none

» descendants dr «

scarlett — sep 12 1999 — s/o; joshua fitzherbert (oc)

» 2nd descendants dr «

annabella — sep 12 1999 — s/o; harry hook

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 4 months ago

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something in return

a/n: tbh i didn't intend for all of the moments in this instalment to fit into the same pattern, but hey, i won't complain when my geniusness unintentionally slips out... sometimes my big beautiful brain just can't help it lol

summary: “if you want them back so badly, then I think you’d have to work for it,” Steve cockily crossed his brawny arms.

warnings: frat!bucky barnes x innocent!reader x stepbro!steve rogers, professor!peter parker, professor!reed richards, smut, dark content, college au, polyamory, kissing, virgin!reader, corruption kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, size kink, pain kink, spit kink, masturbation, fingering, anal, squirting, impact play, dry humping, thighjob, pussyjob, cumplay

word count: 5606

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You didn’t recognise the room that you woke up in. All you could hope for was that you were still in the frat house after the previous night’s rager.

Though when you blinked around the unfamiliar space from your horizontal position, your eyes soon landed on the inked arm draped over your waist. Heartbeat promptly picking up, you slowly glanced back over your shoulder to discover Bucky sprawled out behind you and still fast asleep.

Carefully, you tried to twist out from under his burly arm and slip out of bed, but though your movement was cautious, it still managed to stir him.

“Morning,” he hummed groggily, his sleepy voice deeper than you’d ever heard before.

Sucking in a breath as you sat balanced on the edge of the mattress, you refused to whirl around to meet his eye, “uhm, hi… how–, uh,” you coughed, “why am I in your bed?”

“How the hell should I know,” he uttered through a yawn, “you were already here when I eventually went to bed.”

“Oh…” you breathed, and as you then shifted slightly, you noticed the lack of fabric beneath your skirt as nothing seemed to cling around your core, “uh–, did anything–,” you finally glanced back at him in alarm, “nothing happened, right?”

And as he stared back at you, his head cocked against the plush pillow, a smirk slowly began to bloom on his lips, “are you asking if we fucked last night?” he teased, “I am hurt that your brain would even dare to block such a magical night of lovemaking out of your memory.”

“What?” your eyes grew.

“Kidding! Nothing happened, I promise,” both of his palms promptly floated up, “or, nothing happened between us,” he pointed out with a tilt of his head as he lowered his hands once more, “from what I heard you and Steve had quite the night…”

“I-I–,” you averted your gaze, swiftly scrambling to get up, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” he uttered smugly, “but just so you know, there isn’t much he and I don’t share, secrets or otherwise…”

Glancing around the room for your phone, you soon spotted it on the windowsill, “…I gotta go, I’ve got freshman orientation to get to,” you grabbed the device. Crisp morning air caressed your bare core with every shy step and prompted you to briefly sputter, “you wouldn’t happen to know where my–, never mind…” utterly mortified, you swiftly dropped the subject once more.

“Oh, you’ve still got some time,” Bucky glanced to the ticking clock on his bedside table, “why don’t you hang around here a bit longer?”

“I really should be going–”

But your words then ceased as the door abruptly swung open and in waltzed none other than your stepbrother.

“Hey, dude, do you know where–, oh,” as Steve’s eyes landed upon you, his feet swiftly came to a stop, “well,” and a grin lit up his features, “good morning.”

“Steve, will you please help me out here?” Bucky looked to his friend, “your stepsister is being a boring little brat.”

“I’m sorry, but I do really need to go.”

“What, to freshman orientation? You’ve still got plenty of time before it begins,” Steve used the mass of his body to slyly block your passage as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“That’s what I said!” Bucky pointed out with a short chuckle.

“Well, I wanna get there extra early,” you tilted your head.

“For what?” your stepbrother furrowed his brow, “so that you can get a seat in the very front row?”

“Steve, just stop, just let me do it my way, okay?” you groaned, “I don’t wanna be anymore stressed this morning than I already am, so yeah, I’m going there early and you’re not gonna stop me.”

Staring back at you, a slow exhale seeped from his lungs before he eventually muttered, “…alright.”

“Great!” you then pushed past him, but just as your fingers grasped the door handle, your frame froze up, “…hey,” your words then came out as barely a whisper, “you wouldn’t happen to know where my–”

“Where your panties are?” he swiftly cut in, “yeah, I do.”

Twisting around, you met his smug features with a gentle furrow to your brow, “okay, where are they?”

“Hmm…” a smirk began to tug at his lips before he uttered, “I–, uh… I don’t think you deserve to know that.”

“Seriously?” you exclaimed, “Steve, just give them back, what use could you even have with them?”

“Oh, I could think of a few,” Bucky murmured from the bed, his arms comfortably curled back behind his head.

“If you want them back so badly, then I think you’d have to work for it,” Steve cockily crossed his brawny arms.

Melting with a sigh, you gave in, “alright, fine, what do you want?” fully expecting him to suggest that you should clean his room or something along those lines.

But instead, you heard him utter, “I wanna stretch that little virgin pussy out,” his tone casually smooth as his gaze drifted down your frame, “see how many fingers she can take.”

Glancing nervously to Bucky behind him, you coughed, “you wanna–, w-what?”

“Come on,” he took a step closer to you, “just let me pick the lessons back up from last night,” before he briefly cast his vision over his broad shoulder to the man still in bed, “you wanna join in? Help show her the ropes?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Bucky sat up more.

“You can’t be serious,” your chest heaved with every laboured breath, “are you still drunk?”

“No,” he simply shook his head as his feet continued to shuffle closer to where you stood.

“But Steve–”

“Shh, it’s okay,” his hands then grabbed each side of your face before he bent down and kissed you in an attempt to snuff out your worries.

And when he slowly retracted, the simple peck had managed to make your knees go wobbly as you now hazily blinked back at him, “…you sure?”

“Yeah,” he smiled as his thumb caressed your cheekbone.

Crawling out of bed, Bucky then asked one finally time, “so, you want your panties back or not?”

And as your eyes drifted to him as he slowly stalked closer to the both of you, a faint nod found your head, “…alright,” before a shiver ran down your spin at the deal you’d just made, “but just–, fuck…”

“We’ll be gentle,” Steve uttered before Bucky’s head tilted at his vow.

“Will we?” he knowingly scoffed at his friend.

“Well, we’ll try, let’s just promise that,” Steve chuckled as he corrected himself.

Slowly cascading down your inner thighs was not only the wet and sticky remnant of last night, but also the embarrassing reaction that fused with the terrifying nerves that now buzzed in your belly.

“H-how–,” you fumbled, faintly gesturing before trailing off, “uh…”

Still keeping his eye locked upon you, Steve murmured, “sit down on the bed,” as his head nodded back in that direction.

And slowly, you did so, all the while with your wild eyes trained on the pair of them.

“Lean back,” Bucky urged as he stepped closer, and you tilted further back against the pillows piled up against the wall that the bed stood against.

Firmly, you tried to keep your legs clambered shut as you watched them both kneel down on the floor at your feet, though as they pried your thighs apart, a shaky gasp rippled through your body.

“Fuck, look at that little pussy…” Bucky groaned as he reached out to be the first to graze his touch against your folds, still all messy as it glistened back at him, “how is she even better than you described?

“No fucking clue,” Steve chuckled as his own fingers slithered up to tickle at your clit.

They went on teasing your puffy pearl for much longer than you’d thought, as they kept going and didn’t change their maddening pattern till you were close to cumming. And as your cunt clenched around nothing, winking up at them, it was finally filled up by one of Steve’s thick fingers as he gradually pressed it inside, though barely past the first knuckle.

“O-oh my god,” you gasped shakily at the unfamiliar sensation and cast your glance down at the digit your pussy slowly swallowed.

“Shit…” your stepbrother’s mouth hung agape as he felt your tight hole struggle to stretch around him, “I really thought getting you close would have relaxed you more than this, but damn, baby…” he then retracked his finger only to nudge his friend beside him, “feel her, dude.”

“Wow,” Bucky chuckled darkly as he pressed in much deeper than Steve had, “we really gotta loosen you up before you have any chance of taking something real up here.”

You tried to keep your eyes open, tried to keep your gaze locked upon their overwhelming actions, though as the digit inside of you then carefully slide against your velvety walls and another’s touch reunited with your clit, you had no choice but to tumble over the edge, eyes screwing shut as your pussy clambered down around Bucky’s finger.

“Oh fuck, I can’t wait to feel that around my cock,” Bucky’s voice barely managed to seep through your haze as he stilled his shallow motions.

“Patience,” Steve’s words too sounded far away, like you were underwater as you came down from the high, barely registering as they both rapidly stripped you of your clothing, “if you try now, then you’ll just break her in two.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bucky shot back as they both smiled.

A part of you thought that they were done, that they’d had their fill, but little did you know it was only the very beginning.

The finger still within you once again began to move, ripping a whimper out of your lungs as it slowly dragged back out, “wait, it’s too much–”

“What, are you sensitive?” Bucky’s steely gaze found yours as his touch made you squirm, “does it maybe hurt a little bit?”

“Hey,” Steve then tapped his friend’s wrist as he stared up at you, “hold her still,” before Bucky’s touch faded and traded in with Steve’s, gently circling your entrance as the other man bent up your legs, caught both of your wrists in one broad palm, before he locked the same inked arm over your folded frame and squished you further down into the mattress.

It took some effort, but eventually Steve managed to sink not only one, but two of his thick fingers into your dripping core, making you wiggle beneath Bucky’s hold as you felt your poor pussy be stretched.

“Oh, there you go,” your stepbrother chuckled as your tiny hole clung around his digits, forcing his pace to slow as you hugged onto him too tightly for him to fuck you at the pace he desired.

“H-how much is that?” you whimpered as your legs now obscured your view.

“Just two fingers,” Bucky pressed a peck to your inner thigh before elbowing his friend gently, “dude, you can go deeper than that.”

And as Steve sank his digits so deep that his palm rutted against you with each rock, you gasped, “seriously? It feels like it’s your whole fucking hand.”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Steve grinned as he kept up his ruthless pattern, “might be a bit unrealistic for today, but we could certainly work you up to that.”

“No, I didn’t–, oh fuck–,” you tried to counter, though swiftly began to tremble once again, all of your vigour flying out of the window at the anticipation of yet another orgasm.

With Bucky’s free hand, it floated up to trace your stretched entrance clinging around his friend’s digits, only for Steve to then slip one of his fingers out to make room for one of Bucky’s to press in and plug you up beside the one remaining.

And as you tried to stifle your moans, Steve’s palm swatted down over your ass, “don’t you dare hold back those filthy noises.”

“Yeah,” Bucky’s finger rocked in tandem inside of you as you felt yourself tumble over the edge, “be a good girl and wake up the entire house,” his filthy commands urged you in your foggy state to let go even further and comply to their wish, “be loud enough for everyone to discover just exactly what a little slut Steve’s innocent little stepsister is.”

And as the intense wave of ecstasy washed over you, the pace of their fingers didn’t slow in the slightest, but grew rougher as their caresses began to overstimulate you. Squirming and whimpering beneath his touch, Steve continued in a gravelly tone, “yeah, they’re probably jerking it with their ears pressed up against the walls,” he tried to force a third digit inside, though both his and his friend’s attempts failed, try as they might, “wishing it was their fingers getting soaked by your sweet pussy.”

“What do you think,” Bucky’s pinkie then traced the cream that had leaked down from your stuffed pussy, south over your little rosebud, till it dripped onto the mattress below. Tracing your other little hole, glistening from the way they had you leaking, he simply couldn’t help himself and slipped just the very tip inside, “maybe that could happen one day…”

“If she’s good, sure,” Steve quit trying to work another finger inside, “can you do that, baby?” he asked as the rocking motion the two separate fingers in your cunt kept up and conjured a sloppy melody to slosh throughout the room, “can you be good for me, and then maybe one day I’ll open up the invitation to more than just my best friend?”

“Pass you around like a fucking joint, keeping us all warm and happy…” Bucky smirked as he gazed down at how they each greedily played with both of your holes, “yeah, look at her, she’d fucking love that…”

If it wasn’t for the loud curses both men then let out as they once more shoved you over the edge, you wouldn’t have noticed how your pussy began to cry around their digits, gushing fiercely as they then withdrew their touch, only to land a vicious row of smacks against your puffy petals, causing your overly sensitive pussy to squirt even further.

They kept on occasionally tapping their broad palms over your swollen cunt as you forgot what your own name was, their lips twisting up into a grin each time your frame jumped at the light impacts.

It took a long while for you to realise what the low grunts and the slick sounds were, though even when you finally heard them, you still didn’t have any clue just how long the two men had been stroking themselves, kneeled before your tempting haven. Perhaps it was a new development or maybe they had stopped resisting the second they began to play with you, reliving themselves to the front row seat they gave themselves.

And as they slowly rose up to stand before you, like towering boulders at the foot of the bed you layed melted against, all of the air escaped your lungs as your hazy gaze landed upon the cocks in their hands.

First, your eyes landed upon Steve, his throbbing girth enveloped in the missing panties he’d promised to return to you, as he squeezed them tighter around his dick with every stroke. But then when your stare drifted to Bucky, a smirk swiftly bloomed on his face at the way your jaw hit the floor. To say that he was large was the understatement of the century as the frat boy himself knew that if he wanted to have an easy career, then he could just become a pornstar and skyrocket to a legendary status overnight, simply because of his monstrously blessed equipment.

“So,” Bucky grunted as Steve beside him adjusted his grip and began to slip your messy panties back on and up your quivering legs, “who are you gonna pick to pop your cherry?” he briefly reached down to aid his friend before the cotton snapped back into place over your sensitive cunt.

“That’s not even a question,” Steve scoffed as he only let the underwear stay in its place for a second before his grip caught the waistband and yanked it down to flash your pussy once more, “it will be me.”

And as they both soon unravelled before you, each of them purposefully aimed at the exposed inner side of your underwear, their cum painting the soft cotton white, before Steve let go and it snapped back into place against your skin.

“There,” Steve smiled as he caught his breath, “now you can go to freshman orientation.”

As you scurried down the gothic halls of the university’s science building, your eyes drifted from door to door as you passed dozens of lecture halls, labs and offices. You weren’t even really sure if you were in the right building for what you were on the hunt for.

“You lost?” a voice then suddenly found you as you peeked your head into an empty classroom.

Spinning around, you saw an older man, surely a faculty member, paused in his leisurely stride and glancing up from the papers in his hand to gaze at you.

“I–, uhm, maybe,” you admitted, suddenly overcome with the fear that you had accidentally wandered into a restricted area, “you wouldn’t happen to know where Professor Parker’s office is–, unless of course, that’s you.”

Shaking his head, he said, “no, I’m Dr. Richards.”

“As in Dr. Reed Richards?” your eyes began to grow in admiration as you blinked back at the doctor, “the neurosurgeon who worked on that famous Alzheimer’s clinical trial a few years back?”

“Guilty as charged,” he smiled, shifting the papers in his hand to slot them under his arm.

“Oh wow,” you giggled, “I mean, I knew that you started teaching a course here, that’s actually part of the reason why I chose this school, but I just didn’t expect to–, I’m sorry, I’m just a big fan. I mean, you’re a rockstar,” you timidly gestured to him, “I hope to get into your class next semester, I’ve heard it fills up quite quickly.”

“Well,” he tilted his head, “maybe you could swing by my office one day and perhaps we could figure out a way for one of the spots to be reserved for you.”

“Seriously?” his obvious flirting flew straight over your head as you didn’t yet know of his rakish reputation, “that would be amazing.”

“Yeah, no problem,” the professor then turned to walk away, “and it’s the last office at the end of the hall, by the way.”

“What?”

“You were looking for Parker?” he reminded your starstruck mind, “end of the hall.”

“Oh, right,” you breathed and glanced in the direction his finger briefly pointed, “thank you.”

“No problem,” he smiled before disappearing around a corner.

As you neared the door, it stood slightly ajar, lending you to hear a deep voice quietly talking on the other side. Softly, you landed a few knocks before you carefully pushed it open.

Standing behind the desk in the middle of the room and illuminated by the tall window behind him, stood the bespectacled professor you searched for, with a phone pressed up against his ear as he murmured into it.

“Mhm, but it would just be Friday night,” he twisted around as he heard the threshold creak beneath your shoe. Briefly raising up a hand, he momentarily tilted the phone away from his lips to utter, “one moment, you can just have a seat,” he gestured to the chair on your side of the table before he then returned to the call, “are you sure? Okay, well, I’ll figure something else out… no, it’s alright, I get it,” he exhaled, “yeah, talk soon, bye,” before he hung up and sank down into his seat with a sigh, “sorry about that. Babysitter just cancelled on me.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” you waved a hand, “I’m sorry for just barging in, Professor Parker–, I mean doctor–, I mean–, uh…”

“Professor is fine,” he offered you a gentle smile to sooth your nerves, “what can I do for you?”

“Well, it’s about your class…” you slowly began, “I know that I’m technically too late to sign up, but I just wanted to see if there was any possible way there might be one last slot left that I could fill.”

“Oh,” he breathed in response.

“Really, I’d do anything,” you stated before then detouring to a different tactic, “you said something about needing a babysitter? Maybe I could help,” you offered your services, “I used to do it for many years, all the way through my teens till I started here, so maybe I could lend a hand.”

“I, uh…” his eyes narrowed as he thought it over.

“Please?” your lips couldn’t help but press together in a pout, “I’ve dreamt about taking your class on medical history for years and years. You’d be like a genie granting me a wish.”

And as he blinked back at you, the luck that evidently was on your side shocked you to your very core as he unexpectedly uttered, “…alright.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he slowly nodded, “but if there aren’t any seats left–”

“Then I’ll happily sit on the floor or stand in the very back,” you beamed, “thank you so much, sir.”

“Of course,” he exhaled before opening up a drawer in his desk and plucking out a piece of paper, “this is the list of the required books,” he pushed it across the table before your eyes began to scan the titles, “I’m not sure if there are any copies left at the library, but maybe you can talk to some students, who has previously taken the course, if they bought a copy that you could borrow.”

“I’ll make sure I have them, even if I’d have to steal them,” you jested.

“Well, I don’t think I should sit here and encourage you to commit a felony, but I guess if you do get arrested, I can be your one phone-call,” he chuckled and went along with your joke, “so, about the other thing.”

“Yes,” you exhaled, both of your palms floating down to rest atop your thighs, “the kid–, kids?”

“Just one, Benjamin, he’s six.”

“Oh, that’s a fun age,” you smiled, “so, was it Friday?”

“Yeah, I have to attend this thing that I can’t get out of and it’s my turn to have him this week, but my ex is also busy that day, so yeah,” he sighed, “how about you just come over here after your classes that day and then we’ll hash out the rest?”

“I will be there.”

“What are you doing here?” you grumbled as you opened the door to your dorm room.

“Well hello to you too, sunshine,” Bucky scoffed through a smile.

“What do you want?” you held your grip on the edge of the door.

“A thank you would suffice,” he tilted his head.

Squinting your eyes at the lack of context, you muttered, “what?”

“A little birdy told me you were looking for this?” he held up the book in his hand for you to spot, which just so happened to be the exact one you hadn’t been able to track down for Professor Parker’s class.

“Blood, Phlegm, Yellow and Black Bile: A Brief History of the Four Humors by Helen Grey?” you swiftly snatch it from his fingers with a gasp, “where did you find it? I thought there weren’t any copies left at the library!”

“There wasn’t,” he tilted his head, “I had a short stint back in my freshman year where I flirted with the fantasy of becoming a doctor, that was until I fell madly and deeply in love with journalism.”

Glancing down at the cover, you uttered, “can I borrow it?”

But instead, to your surprise, Bucky countered, “you can have it. It’s yours, I don’t have any use for it, except if I suddenly got a burning desire to press some flowers,” he jested about the thickness of the tome.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you blinked up at him with a smile before throwing your arms around his broad frame. Though as you hugged him, it didn’t take long before you pushed back to utter, “wait, this isn’t just some weird trick like last time, is it? Are you gonna make me do something dirty in return for the book?”

“I thought about it,” he admitted with a smirk, his gaze briefly dipping down your form, “but then I decided to just be nice.”

“What a foreign concept that must be for you…” you teased with the faint shake of your head, “glad you’re finally trying it out.”

“Oh yeah, I’m terrified I’ll break out into hives,” he chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, “don’t tell anyone else, I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

And as you smiled back at him, you noticed how gratitude wasn’t the only sensation stirring in your soul, as a warm and fuzzy feeling began to flicker throughout your frame from the genuine gesture.

“So…” his eyes briefly trailed around the room behind you, “where’s your roommate at?”

“At Delta Phi, hanging out with her girlfriend,” you murmured, “why?”

And as his glance landed on you once again and the corners of his lips twitched, you heard him ask, “can I come in?”

Sucking in a breath, you felt lightheaded as you uttered, “sure,” before stepping aside for him to enter.

And that was how your stepbrother’s best friend ended up sitting on your tiny bed, his back pressed up against the wall, as he drew you further down in his lap and let his tongue dance against your own in a heated kiss.

“I’m sorry, what?” you foggily tilted back as his muffled words flew over your head.

“Move your hips,” he repeated, both of his palms denting your sides, “Steve said you have a habit of humping your cute little teddy bears and pillows and such,” his eyes briefly flickered to the plushies on the mattress beside him, “so just pretend that I am one, use me to make yourself feel good.”

Blinking back at him a moment, it took you a while before you actually managed to make your pelvis move as the flabbergasted trance was harder to snap out of than you’d expected. Though as your hips cautiously rolled against his lap, a shaky breath slipped from your lungs as the friction of his palpable hardness nudging against your core caused you to shiver. It surely didn’t help matters either that the only thing shielding you from the sensation was the panties beneath your dress, which was quickly becoming so embarrassingly soaked that your want slowly began to stain the tent in his trousers.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he leaned back to watch your timid efforts, “fuck…”

At first, he let you steer the ship, carefully rocking down against him for an ounce of relief, but then when you tilted forward to capture his ravenous lips once again, his wide hands on your hips flexed before they took over your movements, instead rendering you just a puppet in his grasp as he grinded you down much more roughly than you’d dared to do on your own.

“Shit, I don’t get you… how could this be enough for you?” he grunted as he grew impatient, “isn’t every molecule in your body screaming for you to get railed right now? Doesn’t this little pussy finally wanna get used?”

“Buck, I–,” you panted as he nibbled against your neck, “I don’t know…”

“Oh, you don’t know?” he couldn’t help but mock.

“This feels r-really good to me,” your eyes fluttered as he kept on rocking you in his lap.

“Well, it’s not good enough for me,” he growled before finally snapping and flipping you onto your back. Hovering above you as you collapsed on the small bed, he began to unbuckle his belt.

“I-I–, Bucky, I don’t think I’m ready for that–,” your eyes went wide as you watched him free his intimidatingly giant cock.

“You sure? Not even a little bit?” he slowly began to twist his fist up and down the fat length, “it could just be the tip.”

Blinking down at the bulbous head, glistening with precum, you hazily shook your head, “n-no, it’s too big…”

“Oh, I know it is,” he then reached out to shift your legs, slotting his dick in between your soft thighs before he paused to let a dollop of spit drop down from his lips and add some slickness before he slowly began to move, “is it because of Steve? Because I can keep a secret… I won’t tell if you don’t…”

Your eyes flickered down to his fat girth as he slid it between your thighs that he pressed together, “I thought you two told each other everything.”

“Well,” he smirked as he ripped his stare away to glance to your fuzzy expression, “I’m willing to make an exception…”

Reaching down, he greedily squeezed your tits through the thin fabric of your dress, even catching your pebbly nipples in a pinch that caused you to gasp, before he slid his touch back down to either side of your legs.

“What are you doing Friday night?”

“Huh?” you panted as you were unable to tear your eyes away from his cock, slick between your trembling thighs.

“Come over, the frat’s throwing another party,” he uttered from above you, “maybe we could sneak away when everyone else is hammered enough…”

“I can’t, I have to babysit.”

“Really?” he chuckled as his efforts migrated so far south that the heavy weight of him came to rest against your covered core, each greedy thrust now sliding against the soaked cotton and making you whimper, “I didn’t know you were into daddies…”

“What?” you fought to comprehend his words as his fat girth skimmed across your clit, throbbing beneath the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Never mind, sweetie,” he gave up with a slight laugh.

Though as he stared down at your quivering form beneath him, his grip on the outside of your thighs tightened before he suddenly began to part them like the pages of a book.

“Oh, would you look at this…” he groaned as he revealed your sodden panties beneath his big cock, “you’ve fucking ruined these, haven’t you?” a teasing finger crept down to snap the waistband back against your skin, “you wanna feel me,��huh? You wanna feel me right here?” he peered down at you as he tapped the heavy weight of himself against your covered centre.

“I–…”

Hooking his thumb in the side of the gusset, he peeled your panties to the side, “do you?” shiny strings clung to the fabric as he kept it trapped in his grasp.

“Yes,” you then uttered, surprising yourself as the only thing you could feel in this moment was your thumping heartbeat between your thighs.

“Atta girl,” he grinned before lowering the length in his grip down against your glistening pussy.

Trailing the bulbous tip through your wetness, he repeatedly parted your petals with his thick girth, the jarring comparison of his size directly against you making you dizzy. Though when his sweeping motion suddenly strayed further than before and he briefly held the entire length of him against, not only your cunt, but also your belly, then you feared you might actually faint beneath him.

“See that?” he smirked as his heavy sack nuzzled against your quivering entrance while the tip of him reached all the way up to cover your bellybutton, “that’s how deep I’m gonna get when you finally let me inside…” groaning as he finally swept back down to flick his hardness through your sobbing petals, he cocked his head, “might break you, rearranging your guts like that, but fuck will it feel good…”

And as you felt the world around you threaten to melt away in that blissful eruption you were slowly becoming more acquainted with, Bucky abruptly tore the intoxicating contact of his cock away from you. Though before you could part your lips in a complaint, your body instead quaked as he then tapped the hefty weight of himself repeatedly down against your puffy pearl, keeping the bullying up till you were writhing in pleasure beneath him.

You thought you’d only blinked your eyes shut for a moment in the fog of it all, but when they fluttered back open, Bucky’s hot load decorated your messy pussy as he kneeled by you, panting as he offered his length one last squeeze.

But just as you thought he’d let your panties snap back into place as a closing curtain to the show, he instead reached down to bully your tender core even further, smearing his cum against your aching clit before he swept his coated fingers down to tickle your leaky entrance in an attempt at stuffing as much of his load into your little hole as possible, though his greedy efforts eventually derailed when his fingers were stuffed so deep inside of you that you could barely breath at all, your nails digging into his forearm as he made you squirt all over your bed and the adorable teddy bears that layed scattered.

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