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Confession

Bakugou x shy!reader

Summary: going out of the way to confess to your crush for the sake of confessing didn't go the way you thought it would.

A/n: I write for myself quite a bit but this is the first proper oneshot I've actually completed & deem okay to post hehe. VERY SELF INDULGENT BUT WHO CARES. I love this gremlin a lot & I hope the characterization isn't too off (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

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Y/n blinked at him blankly. Not being able to process what was happening.

"The hell you looking at me like that for? Was that confession of yours a fucking joke or somethin-?!" Bakugou growls out, voice raising as annoyance took over his features, clearly misinterpreting your stunned silence.

I mean, you had reason to be shocked. Not your fault.

"You've got some guts to play with me," Bakugou spits out in his growing anger, quirk sparking to life in his hand.

That snapped you out of it.

"Wait, wait! Eek!" You squeaked out, fists protectively shielding your head from the blonde boy's growing rage. Forcing your eyes open to meet his glare as you trembled in place.

"I-I meant it! I meant every word! I was just so shocked you didn't reject me!" You cry out fearfully, eyes wide as you watched Bakugou's face scrunch up in confusion at your admission.

"Hah?!???"

"Eek! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-"

"Shut up for a fucking second won't you," he cut you off with a growl making your mouth snap shut, wide, terrified eyes staring at him, quite clearly regretting all your life choices that led up to this moment. Bakugou let out an exasperated sigh at your reaction, rubbing a hand down his face.

After a moment of eyeing your trembling figure, Bakugou slowly began to make his way over to you, like a predator stalking its prey and it took everything in your willpower to stay rooted in place and not run away squeaking.

He stopped once he was right in front of you. You could feel yourself freezing up at how close you were together, finding interest in the ground beneath your shoes all of a sudden, not able to meet Bakugou's burning gaze.

"Oi. Look it at me."

The request made a whine of embarassment bubble up from your throat but you slowly lifted your head anyways, doing your best not to flinch away at meeting Bakugou's red eyes.

Pretty red eyes.

Bakugou wore an blank look on his face as he looked down at your much smaller form. He had his hands in his pockets as he watched you squirm for a heartbeat before speaking.

"Asking for my response and immediately assuming my answer was stupid, don't you think?"

"I-" you started but immediately shutting up when he narrowed his eyes at you, daring you to even try going on another nervous tangent.

"Did you want to get rejected, dumbass?"

Your eyes widened at his question. Where on earth was this going?

"Uh. Um- n-no. Of course not. I just-" you cut yourself off before you rambled again. Wringing your sweat soaked hands nervously.

"So. If given a chance, you'd want to date me?" He intergorates, eyebrow raised.

What is happening. What is happening. What is happening-

"..yes?" You manage to squeak out.

You almost faint at the smirk that overtakes Bakugou's handsome face. Slowly, he leaned into you, leaving mere inches between your faces. You could feel your face absolutely burning at his close proximity. He could probably hear your heart threatening to pound out of your chest.

Oh my god. Too much, too much!! Was he trying to kill you?!?

"You sure? No take backs," he drawls out teasingly.

You could only nod in repsonse, words failing you at this point.

"Words, bunny."

Your heart fluttered at the nickname, cheeks flushing hot.

"Yes, please," you managed to choke out, your voice barely a whisper.

His smirk grew wider. Out of nowhere, you felt a hand ruffle your head, making you jump in surprise. Your wide eyes never leaving Bakugou's as he slowly leaned back, getting out of your face, all while staring down at you smugly.

"What- what just happened?" You stuttered out. All this was too much for your poor head to process, much less with having your crush's undivided attention on you for so long was making you dizzy. You brain is mush at this point.

Bakugou rolled his eyes at your question.

"You got yourself a boyfriend, dumbass," he states matter-of-factly as if its the most obvious thing in the world. Hand leaving your head, he began to stroll back towards the school block. Looking back at your unmoving form still frozen in place, he paused to call out a "you coming?"

Blinking back at him dumbly, you barely found your voice to respond. "I, um. I don't think I can move right now. Y-you go ahead," you replied, genuinely feeling like you might collapse if you tried to move a muscle at this immediate moment.

"You need me to carry your ass back or something-"

"OH MY GOD STAY BACK OR I WILL FAINT. MY HEART CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE THAN THIS. HAVE MERCY-" you blurt out in a panic, making the blonde bark out laughing at you outburst.

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bussybarnesbitch · 2 years

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oh. 😖😩

barbed wire & bare hands

Prompt from @natbarnes1917:

Bucky loves sharing you with Steve, he’s having the time of his god damn life. But one night something happens, it’s something completely innocent between you and Steve but Bucky is TRIGGERED. He needs to remind the both of you who you belong to (and let’s be real, who he belongs to).

Short version: Bucky railing the reader in an “i love you and you belong to me” type of way while making Steve watch.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Minors DNI. Possessive behavior, exhibitionism, Bucky's nightmares & abandonment issues, PIV sex

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers (yhhmsgm universe, established relationships)

Word Count: 2.4k

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Bucky doesn’t always remember what he dreams about. Sometimes he just startles awake, his chest heaving as he sucks in ragged breaths, his mind muddled and fuzzy with disconnected images and residual thoughts.

That night he jolted up, gasping for air as a tidal wave of emotions crashed around him. His sleep-addled brain was too hazy to interpret them, but he placed a hand on his chest and was shocked to find clammy skin and solid bone there— he expected a cavern, because it felt like something had been ripped out of him, leaving him hollow and empty and so, so alone. Whatever had been stolen from him left a void that was quickly filled, though, by an insidiousness that writhed and twisted around in his gut. He felt the resentment curling under his skin. He tasted the bitterness on his tongue.

It was a familiar feeling, he knew. He just couldn’t place it.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts and settled back down on his pillow. With another deep breath, the world around him came back into focus; it was dark, with only the faint starlight that crept through the blinds to illuminate the bedroom where he lay. The bed was comfortable, the blankets soft. He could hear your faint breaths next to him, and Steve’s quiet snores from your other side.

You and Steve were fine. Bucky was fine. Everything was okay, he told himself, but he just couldn’t shake that feeling.

He didn’t want to disturb you, but your touch always seemed to ground him when he felt a little untethered like this. It was a bit strange that you weren’t already wrapped around him; most nights you were so tangled together that it was difficult to tell which limbs belonged to whom. But when he rolled onto his side to reach for you, the realization hit him like a kick in the gut.

Those swirling sentiments, the devastation and spite— they felt like being left. They felt like watching Steve leave, again and again.

And seeing you now, curled up under Steve’s arm, your head resting on his bare chest as you both slept peacefully… Bucky felt you slipping away, too.

Steve’s pull was too strong. He was leaving, and he was taking you with him.

That wasn’t a rational thought. Bucky knew it wasn’t a rational thought. He knew he had probably been thrashing in his sleep, dreaming like he was, so of course you would gravitate away from him. And Steve was there, a comfortable, warm body for you to latch on to. It made sense.

But he still fucking hated it.

Bucky willed himself to be gentle when he reached for you, even though his hand trembled with the force it took to hold himself back. “Baby?” he whispered as he stroked the back of his hand along your shoulder. His voice shook, but whether from anger or fear, he didn’t know.

You roused when Bucky thumbed over the strap of your tank top, your eyes squinting open to meet his. “Heyyyy,” you slurred, a tired smile blooming on your face when you reached for him. You ducked and began to untangle yourself from Steve, but you were much too slow, too careful— Bucky’s heart was racing, that nebulosity inside him toeing the line between desolation and rage, and he didn’t have the patience for this shit.

He grabbed your upper arm and ripped you away from Steve, ignoring your small yelp and the way your eyes widened in surprise. Rolling on top of you, he quickly caged you against the bed and lowered his full body weight against you.

“Buck?” you asked, sleepy but aware enough to be worried by his urgency. “What’s wr—”

Bucky smashed his lips against yours before you could finish your sentence. There was no easing into it; you met him with tongue and teeth, your body softening below his when you realized what he was after. His hands crept up under your flimsy tank top, kneading at your flesh, and he ignored the quiet rip of threads tearing when he yanked the shirt off over your head. You almost protested, but your hushed, indignant words melted into a moan when he took one of your nipples between his lips and sucked.

“Shit,” you muttered, unconsciously moving your hips against Bucky’s, searching for friction. He mouthed at your breasts, suckling and licking while he tugged your pajama shorts off, but when he looked up to gauge your reaction, his heart sank. Your eyes weren’t closed and blissed out, or watching Bucky with the adoration he knew and craved— they were glancing nervously between Bucky and Steve’s sleeping form next to you.

Steve usually slept like a fucking rock and tonight was no exception, but any relief Bucky had found in your touch was erased as soon as your attention split away from him. The bedframe creaked as he surged up to cover your lips with his own again, drinking in all of your quick breaths and sweet whimpers while he rolled his hips like the remaining layer of cotton separating him from you didn’t exist. Overwhelming you and being overwhelmed by you, he lost himself in the motion, in the sensation of his damp boxers rubbing against your bare core.

Bucky moaned into your mouth when you bit down on his lower lip— the sting felt good, he needed it, he deserved it— until the sensation crossed the threshold from pleasure to pain, and he jerked back from you with a gasp.

“Bucky,” you scolded, looking at him in that way that he hated, no, that he loved— like you were staring straight into his soul, untangling the mess of barbed-wire emotions and half-detached instincts you found there, sorting through them with your bare hands even when your palms inevitably bled. You looked at him like you could see right through him, and he took a deep breath as his hips stilled. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, honey, yeah,” he crooned, syrupy sweet because maybe then you wouldn’t notice the uncertainty in his eyes, the desperation oozing from him like rot from a wound. “Just need you, okay?” He used one hand to pull down the waistband of his boxer briefs and quickly kicked them off at the foot of the bed, but when he slotted himself back between your thighs, it took you a moment too long to meet his gaze.

You had been looking at Steve again. He was fast fucking asleep, but for some reason you couldn’t just forget about him— Bucky tried to distract you with another frazzled kiss, but even when he lined up the swollen tip of his cock at your entrance, your smirk against his lips proved that he still didn’t have your full attention.

He was trying to ignore it, to be rational about it, he really was— but when he swept his cock through your folds to gather your arousal, you pulled away from his kiss to look at him with that wry, teasing smile.

He braced himself. “Right next to Steve, though?” you whispered playfully.

Whatever emotion Bucky had been expecting, it wasn’t this— rage flared inside him at the sound of Steve’s name leaving your mouth, volatile and scalding. He couldn’t see straight, couldn’t even fucking think, so instead of answering he plunged into you without warning, groaning loudly when he bottomed out in one thrust. You gasped at the intrusion but quickly locked your ankles behind his back, keeping him inside you.

“Steve can fuckin’ watch,” Bucky growled into your ear, and then it was his turn to smirk— your cunt clenched around him so tightly, there was no question as to if you liked this or not.

Bucky sank his claws in deep, thrusting slowly and powerfully to appease that selfish monster that lived inside of him. His anger faded and his pleasure grew with each knock of the headboard against the wall, and for a moment everything else disappeared— no bedroom or mattress, no starlight or Steve. Just you and him, forever.

Until a large, gentle hand touched his waist.

“No,” Bucky snarled immediately, breaking away from your mouth to look at Steve without slowing his thrusts. Steve, sleepy and confused, with his golden blond hair mussed into a disheveled halo of bedhead. Steve, wide eyed as he pulled his hand away from Bucky, his confusion wavering into hurt at the rejection. Bucky’s heart dropped. He never meant— he didn’t want to—

“Just us,” Bucky panted, silently begging Steve to understand even though Bucky couldn’t form the words to explain. He wasn’t mad at Steve, he just needed to— “Just us.”

It took Steve a moment to process, his eyes flickering between Bucky’s and yours, but his face softened when he did. “Yeah, pal,” he breathed, backing away. “Just you.” He retreated to his side of the bed and Bucky returned his focus to you, but he didn’t miss the way Steve’s hand disappeared under the blanket, or the subtle movement of him sneakily pulling his own boxers down. You didn’t notice a damn thing; the angle and depth of Bucky’s thrusts had your eyes squeezed shut, your mouth hanging open in bliss.

Bucky tried to let himself drift away again, into that world with just you and him, but he could feel Steve’s eyes on you, and how could it be just the two of you when Steve was there, too?

With one eye cracked open, Bucky saw Steve watching you as his hand worked over his own length. Steve watched you bite your lip when Bucky angled his hips just right, his cock stroking relentlessly over that spot inside of you that made you see stars. He watched the way your breasts bounced with each snap of Bucky’s hips, and he watched you dig your nails into Bucky’s back, leaving long, red streaks across his skin.

“Know you want her,” Bucky grunted toward Steve between thrusts. “You do.” He glared at Steve from the corner of his eye, and Steve froze before nodding hesitantly. “Show us,” Bucky said, planting a quick kiss on your cheek when you whimpered at his words.

Steve peeled the blankets back, exposing his bare torso and hard, aching cock to the cool night air. Bucky’s dick twitched inside you at the sight, but not because of how fucking irrisistible Steve looked, splayed out like that— no, what he liked was that Steve wanted you, needed you so badly that he was leaking all over himself, a slick patch of precum pooling on his belly— but Steve wasn’t going to have you.

Bucky buried his face against your neck and sped up, his thrusts growing shallower, the slapping sound of his body against yours echoing through the room. Steve reached for his own cock again, but—

“No,” Bucky growled, and Steve’s hand instantly dropped to his side. “Watch. You just… watch,” he said. Steve’s dick flexed needily against his stomach but he ignored it, and his obedience had all of Bucky’s nerves tingling— across his skin, deep in his gut, and he shivered when his cock throbbed inside you.

With his body draped posessively over yours, Bucky wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight to his body as he pounded into you. He nuzzled against your face, your neck, your hair, because he needed to be close to you but kissing wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough, but he was damn well going to try.

The bed slammed against the wall while he panted against your clavicle. “Can’t have ’er,” Bucky babbled, his restraint waning as he neared his precipice. “Can’t. She’s mi—”

Bucky shut his mouth, stopping himself just in time. Sure, most of his rational thinking had fled long ago, but he knew better than to call you his like that, like you were an object he could possess— you put up with a lot from him, but that was crossing a line. So it was completely unexpected when your back arched up off the bed at his words, your cunt tightening around him like a vice. He exhaled a slow, shaky breath while you grabbed desperately at him, digging your nails into his back.

“I’m yours,” you finished hurriedly for him, but he must have imagined it, he was delusional from how fucking good this felt, but— “I’m yours, Buck,” you repeated, followed by a long, drawn out whine— “All yours.” You gasped when your tension broke and you fluttered around him, squeezing him in pulses.

An animalistic groan sounded from deep in Bucky’s chest when you shuddered beneath him, and his hips stuttered as he plunged over the edge with you. He stilled when his cock throbbed, pumping the first hot spurt of cum deep inside you, but after another pulse his hips resumed a slow, uneven pace. You liked it when he kept going like that, drawing out both of your orgasms, and he liked fucking his cum so deep inside you that there was never any question— it was you and him. It was always going to be you and him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he panted against your ear as the endorphins swelled and surged inside him. “I love you. M’sorry. Don’t leave me,” he murmured, his tone landing somewhere between an order and a plea.

You hadn’t quite caught your breath, but you kissed his sweaty forehead and hugged him tightly. “Love you,” you said, your lips against his skin. “All of you. Not going anywhere.”

The two of you laid quietly, wrapped in each other for what could have been a minute or an eternity; Bucky wasn’t keeping track. But when you both recovered, your pulses slowing and your breaths leveling out, there was still the matter of the racing heartbeat coming from the other side of the bed, pounding so loudly and desperately that Bucky swore he could feel it inside his skull.

You both turned to find Steve’s wide, frantic eyes locked onto Bucky, his chest heaving with his breaths, his white-knuckled fists tangled in the sheets at his sides as if they were restraints holding him in place.

Bucky took a deep breath. Those panicked urges from his earlier dream had dissolved; you weren’t going to leave him, he knew. And from the looks of things, he couldn’t help but think that maybe this time Steve wouldn’t leave, either.

Bucky moved as carefully as he could, but you still winced at the emptiness when he pulled out of you. He gave you a quick kiss before turning to Steve.

Steve perked up instantly at the attention, his cock flexing once, twice. “All right, then,” Bucky said amicably as he settled down at your side, tucking you under his arm where you belonged. “Go ahead and clean her up.”

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