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A GENTLEMAN IN DISTRESS𓂃 𓈒 ❀

reed richards x thunderbolts!fem!reader

synopsis – reed richards' world is consumed by galactus and as he and his fantastic four escape aboard their ship, searching for help. that's when reed finds you and your thunderbolts.

c/w – cheating

a/n – and after this, i'm focusing in my tyler galpin era

smut

—don't do it.

bucky's voice came from behind you.

yelena, ava, alexei, bob and john were busy with the new arrivals. scared, wide-eyed glancing around your ship like they were still waiting to be hunted. but it was him who caught your eye. no, not the young and blonde one, and certainly not the one made out of rocks.

you stood from a distance enough to watch and analyze. it was the grey hair around the temples that did it first. then the helpless expression on his face of a man who used to have all the answers and now wasn't even sure what the questions were, a man who just lost everything. oh, and of course, that blue tight suit...

—i know what you're thinking. don't do it.

—i'm not thinking anything, bucky.

bucky looked at you while you stared at him.

bucky looked at you with judgment, because he knew you'd done it before. he had watched you do it to others: single, dating, divorced, married... it didn't matter if they had a ring on their finger or kids waiting at home. you didn't ask. you didn't care. if they caught your attention, and worse, if they held it, you took them.

and now you were looking at reed richards just like that.

—he's got a family. he's got his son right there in front of you.

you pressed your lips together.

when you intercepted their ship and let them into yours, you realized that reed wasn't alone. there were two men with him and a woman who held protectively a baby against her chest like the whole universe had tried to take it from her. she stayed close to reed as he kept a hand on her back.

it should've made you pause and look away. but you didn't.

—that's on him, buck.

and then finally, his brown saddened eyes locked on yours and it made you feel bad. not because of how you were looking at a married man, that part never really bothered you, no, it was because of how good he looked being so damn miserable. in your ship, begging for help. lost. defeated. thinking he just escaped the danger when he'd just walked into it.

before bucky could keep acting like a big brother, you approached the four strangers.

—hi, it was me you spoke to on the radio.

you extended your hand to reed, a reassuring smile playing in your lips, the kind that said welcome, you're safe here, the kind that had fooled better men than him.

and it made bucky's stomach twitch.

he approached behind you, watching the scene like he always did. the practiced warmth in your voice, the way you tilted your head like you cared, the way your posture shifted to something open, inviting, almost gentle. if someone didn't know better, they'd think you were being sincere.

but now the smartest man in the multiverse was too exhausted to notice the signs, too focused on keeping his family close. so he took your hand, polite and grateful.

—thank you, —reed said, voice raspy with exhaustion that made your thighs press together.

—you're safe now. we've got food, supplies, medical if needed. you'll want to rest.

reed turned slightly to the woman behind him, her body still curled protectively around their child, her eyes defensive, watching yelena and john who were closer to her like a cornered animal.

—we don't want to intrude.

—you're not intruding, we intercepted your signal for a reason. you're more than welcome.

and it sounded good enough to the blonde guy and the rock one. they didn't hesitate anymore. relief was basically written all over their faces as they started following your fellow thunderbolts down the corridor, eager to be somewhere that wasn't burning or being eaten.

but reed and sue doubted.

they didn't move right away.

they shared a look and they both knew that trust didn't feel like a choice anymore. it wasn't about whether they trusted you, it was about whether they had any other option. and they both realized in that moment that they didn't. reed gave her the smallest nod and she returned it.

you and bucky stepped aside to let them pass and follow the others inside your ship. reed and sue moved past you both, his hand resting on the small of her back, guiding and protecting her.

you didn't speak and neither did bucky, you just showed them a little and warm welcome smile. reed glanced you briefly, maybe out of politeness, maybe out of gratitude, but then his eyes were back on sue and his baby. he didn't see the look behind your smile.

but again, bucky did.

—this isn't gonna end well, you know that?—he asked.

you threw him a quick glance before you started walking in the same direction reed and sue had just gone. bucky stood there, shaking his head to himself.

you turned back, walking backward now, still smiling as you asked, —for who?

and you'd be lying if you said your four new friends didn't adapt well with you seven. within days after rescuing them, ben was laughing with alexei like they'd known each other for years and johnny had already challenged john and ava to some kind of physical contest, running laps through the cargo bay or seeing who could bench press a busted engine block faster.

sue kept to herself at first, staying close to franklin. it didn't take long before yelena and bucky were showing her the shielded sections of the ship, the ones you'd designed for people who needed quiet, that sue let herself breathe. enough to let yelena sit beside her without instinctively shielding her son and enough to let bucky tickle her son's belly.

and you, you became reed's shadow.

not in an obvious way, not all the time.

you didn't corner him or chase him. you let it all happen naturally and found him in the quiet moments. in the corridors when he was headed somewhere alone, you stood beside him, asked thoughtful questions, letting him speak and listening, letting him believe he was leading the conversation. you prepared coffee for the two of you when the ship was silent and everyone was still sleeping except for him and you.

—still hot, —you said once, handing the cup to him. he didn't even look up, he was trying to figure out how to use the ipad bucky lent him, not until he was going to grab the coffee and his fingers found yours.

and every now and then, he'd stepped into the training room, like he didn't want to admit it was becoming a routine. and most of the times you were already there. you never looked up right when the door opened, instead you gave him the space to step inside or walk away, to pretend it was a coincidence and he was not looking for you if that made it easier.

—that serum you mentioned, —he said casually.

—what about it?

—you said it enhances your physical abilities, but how much?

you didn't answer, you just swung your fist into the nearest punching bag, making it snap clean off its chain and flew across the room until it slammed into the wall. reed's eyes widened, fascinated, as he quickly approached to reach for your hand without asking, turning it in his own being extremely careful.

his fingers caressed your knuckles, your wrist, making a quick track of your anatomy, the force, the impact. and yet there was something else in his touch, something reed wasn't calculating. you felt it instantly. the sparks in your stomach were subtle at first, but spread fast and dangerous down your body until they reached the lower part of your belly. but you didn't show it, just in a slight part of your lips as you looked through your lashes at him and he looked at your hand completely mesmerized.

—brilliant, —he said under his breath, looking up at you.

you just pressed your lips into a smile, letting your hand rest into his and he finally seemed to realize the way he was touching you. reed straightened his spine and took a small step back as if he needed physically to be far from you.

—the structural density in your bones must've been altered at cellular level, —his voice tone change, more professional now, —otherwise, the stress from that kind of impact would've fractured at least three metacarpals.

you didn't interrupt him, you let him hid behind the data. you didn't tease him, that would've ruined it all, you just let it hang there and watched with that little smile on your lips that said i felt it and you did too.

—good to know, —you said simply.

and reed should've known.

he should've known because in the month they'd spent aboard your ship, you never came into the lab.

bucky, yelena, even ava sometimes, but not you.

the few times reed had seen you here, it was only to drop something off, say something quick and leave just as fast, but tonight? no one was been bleeding, nothing was on fire, so he should've known.

it was later than usual.

you turned the corner and nearly ran into bucky who was heading toward his own room. you didn't say anything and neither did he, but he saw you, and worse, he saw where you were going. bucky paused just long enough to make the silence between you feel heavy and then, he shook his head, disappointed but not surprised. without a word, he walked past you and you kept walking.

you pushed the button and the door of the lab slid open with a soft hydraulic hiss.

reed had basically claimed the space as his own and not that anyone complained because that lab had barely been touched before he came abroad. bucky preferred knives, yelena had her widow gear, ava had her powers... your team didn't scream science division, no one could even remember who approved the damn lab in the first place but someone must've thought you'd pick up a genius along the way and you'd need it.

and thank god for that because now reed richards had taken over it like it was built for him, writing numbers on the board in the silence, trying to bring back his world consumed by galactus.

you stepped inside and the door closed behind you.

reed stood in front of the blackboard, his extremely long arm stretched out so he could write at the other end of the surface without moving. he was wearing one of his white shirts, sleeves rolled to the elbows, the fabric tucked into his pants and slightly wrinkled from the long hours. he didn't notice you yet but he knew you were there, he was just completely absorbed, muttering to himself under his breath.

—those stones we talked about, the ones you used to defeat that thanos, —he said without turning around.

—the infinity stones, yeah, —you answered, leaning casually against the table where all his notes were.

—if i could at least replicate the power of one of them...

—you think that's even possible?

he turned fully, chalk in hand and fingers dusted in white.

—no, —he admitted, —but the stones themselves are expressions of fundamental constants such as time and space. there's a pattern. a structure. and if there's a structure, then there's a way to model it.

—close enough to bring your world back?

reed nodded slowly while looking at you. his hair was a little disheveled, a few curls slipping down over his forehead. the dark circles under his eyes were deeper tonight. it was a look you recognized, almost the same as the one from the first day you saw him. desperate. in need for something human.

you walked next to him and you both stared at the blackboard. you tilted your head, eyes scanning the mess of number and theories.

—you should sleep.

reed shook his head, —what would be the point?

—rest. sanity. i don't know, basic human function.

you managed to get a dry chuckle from him.

—i'm serious, reed, you've done everything you can for tonight.

you reached out and gently touched his arm. he tensed under your touch like he didn't expect it as he kept looking at the blackboard.

—you don't have to carry all of it every second.

his dark and tired eyes now moved down to where your fingers rested against his shirt sleeve, then up to your face.

—i can't afford to stop, —he pulled away from your touch like it had burned him and moved toward the blackboard. his back was half to you as he stared up at the equations and variables, the chalk on his hand against it fixing some numbers. —a lot of people died because of us.

you weren't surprise, they always did the same. try to avoid it when they most need it and reed was no exception. you'd seen this a million times.

you stepped up beside him in front of the blackboard. his eyes were fixed there, he was doing it for his own good. you could see it in the way his jaw tightened when you appeared next to him, in the way he wrote with more pressure than necessary. it wasn't just focus, it was avoidance.

—you didn't kill them, reed. galactus did.

he let out a bitter exhale, —i brought him there. i opened the door, —reed stopped writing to face you, he never tried to hide the guilt in his eyes. —if i should've known... i could've stopped him before it was too late. but i didn't. i was useless.

you reached out again, letting your hand settle on his arm, thumb brushing reassuringly over the fabric of his shirt, but this time, reed didn't try to escape you, and in that moment you knew you'd found the crack in the armor by being still while the frustration burned through him, blinding him enough to lower his guard.

—it's not your fault. no math could've tell you that was gonna happen.

you took one more step, letting your hand trail up over his bicep to the side of his neck, fingers behind his ear to help you guide him forward. and when reed thought you were going in for a hug, thankful for that comfort and warmth he hadn't asked for but clearly needed, your lips met his instead.

reed froze, immediately pulling away from you.

—i... can't, —his hand ran through his hair, pushing back the curls that had fallen over his forehead. —i'm married.

—i know, —you said, and you meant it.

—i'm sorry if i ever made you believe this could happen.

you shook your head, —it's okay. you didn't make me believe anything, reed. i just paid attention. you didn't say it, reed, but you felt it. and i did too.

reed's jaw tightened, he shook his head closing his eyes.

—i should've stopped you sooner.

—maybe, —you agreed. —but you didn't.

he didn't argue. he couldn't

the second kiss wasn't stolen, it was surrendered.

when reed parted ways from the first one, he hadn't said he didn't feel it, he hadn't said he didn't want it, he only he said he couldn't. reed didn't step back, he didn't walk away. he stood there, hands flexing at his sides like he didn't trust himself to reach again. his fingers found your jaw, brushing your cheek and skimming the corner of your mouth with his thumb, like he was fighting against something he didn't have the right to want.

you knew he wasn't going to start it, he wanted to hide behind the illusion that not starting meant he hadn't already chose, that if he didn't move, he could still pretend he didn't want it.

so you did.

you closed the space between you and reed again, giving him the chance to stop you, but this time he didn't. his mouth on yours was soft, hesitant.

—it's okay. sue's not here, reed. you deserve this.

the words barely left your lips before his hand moved to the back of your neck, fingers slipping into your hair, pushing you even closer to him. your hands rested against his chest, clutching his white shirt with need.

his body pressed into yours, guiding you until your back met the surface of the blackboard. chalk dust fell on your clothes as his hands slammed against the board on either side of your head, caging you. your fingers slid lower until they found the edge of his belt. the buckle gave a faint metallic click under your fingers and then you heard it. reed's breath caught in his mouth, letting out a low sound that was almost a moan. you'd barely touched him. it wasn't the lust alone, it was the relief of someone who hadn't let himself have anything.

your hand sneaked inside his pants and grabbed him through his underwear, feeling he was already hard as a rock. you gave him the softest squeeze and his breath stuttered, his hips pressing into your touch. one of his hands moved to close around your neck, his thumb pressed against the hollow of your throat.

—to the desk. now.

you didn't argue. you didn't tease. you stepped away from the blackboard and walked toward the desk as you lowered the zipper of your pants. before you jump onto the desk, reed was there, his body hovering from behind as his hands wrapped around your wrists. without a word, he guided them down until both of your palms were flat against the desk.

—stay still, —he murmured near your ear.

reed pulled down your pants and your underwear. you felt his big palm caressing your ass and giving it a squeeze while his other hand, he freed himself from his underwear. he spat on his hand and rubbed it on the head of his cock before he pushed himself inside you without warning.

you gasped, your body giving a little jump.

—i said stay still, —reed groaned.

his mouth was right next to your ear. one of his hands slid up the length of your torso until it closed around your neck, tight enough to make you tilt your head back util it rested against his shoulder. his other hand was firm on your hip, fingers digging in your skin to make sure you didn't move unless he allowed it.

your moans were soft, quiet. you could make a scandal of it, be loud enough to wake the whole ship and let them know exactly what was happening in the lab. you could scream his name every time his hips snapped against yours and make his wife follow your voice. you could make sure that no one who heard would mistake it for anything other than what it was.

but you didn't.

you tried to be as quiet as possible, protecting something so precious and dangerous, something you'd worked so hard for this past month. so you bit back the sounds as you felt reed's thick cock dragging along your walls, like he wanted you to feel every inch.

—this is what you've been wanting right? —you gasped, —since the first day you saw me... i know you wanted me, reed. i felt it.

the force of his thrusts made your breath catch in your throat. his grip on your neck tightened. reed was mad. mad because because you had gotten away with it, because you'd dragged him into something he swore himself and sue he'd never have, because you'd been patient, careful, and you'd managed to ended up exactly where you wanted, with him inside you.

—say it, reed. say she can get you this fucking hard anymore. say you wanted me since we met.

you could feel his hesitation in his hips for just a second but then he drove into you again, harder and deeper. the stretch was intense, but you took it. he hide his face on the crook of your neck, maybe out of embarrassment as his legs started to shake, and then he breathed out a soft 'yes, fuck' that you managed to hear.

the hand holding your hips in place move between your legs all of a sudden and your body jerked instinctively as his fingers found your clit, rubbing fast circles. your legs closed, squeezing both his hand and his cock, pressing him deeper inside you.

reed kept fucked you through your orgasm. your body trembled, overwhelmed, and you tried to pull away escaping from the overstimulation, but he held you firmly until with one final deep thrust he came inside you, his breath heavy against your skin.

you stood there, his cock still inside you, as you both came down from your highs. reed's face was still hidden in your shoulder as one of your hands moved to the back of his head, fingers gently caressing his hair. you couldn't help but smile to yourself when you felt his cum drip down your leg. tomorrow morning, you'd both act natural like nothing had changed, but you knew that when the night fell, he'd be waiting for you in the lab.

they always did.

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hii!! tyler galpin requests? 🤲🏻 i'll write literally anything about him i'm so obsessed with him again

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PLEEEASE I NEED HELP !!! i literally have no inspiration at all, i've been trying to finish anything but every time i get bored of it. if you have any requests or even prompts send them my wayy please i really want to write

also these are some of my unfinished fics if you like them i can try and finish them and you can also send me things you'd like to read on them

after finishing college, you finally decided to pursue your dream of opening your own pastry shop and sarah miller happens to be one of your regular clients (fluff/smut with joel miller)

bucky and you spend the summer in wakanda with your daughter (fluff with bucky barnes)

congressman!bucky is not known for his political skills but he's beloved by the people. you on the other hand are a rising force in politics but can't manage to connect with most of the people. both of your assistants decided to pair you up (smut/fluff with bucky barnes)

based in the thunderbolts post credit scene, the fantastic 4 ship ends up in your universe and your eyes end up in reed richards even though you know he's happily married (smut with reed richards)

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the transformation had been rougher than usual. james, peter and sirius had been with him during it, as always since they were animagi.

but that night the moon had risen higher, faster, its light sharper, and they lost remus in the forest. the darkness swallowed him whole, leaving his friends in a panicked rush to find him. they called his name, searched the woods, but remus too far gone to hear them.

he barely made it back to the castle before he collapsed, bloodied, bruised, and disoriented. his body was wrecked, his limbs heavy and aching, his face pale and streaked with dirt and blood. his legs gave away just as he reached the entrance of the hogwarts castle.

lily only managed to make it to the staircase of the hall.

the full moon nights when all four boys were out were the hardest. she couldn’t sleep, not until she knew that they were all back at the castle, safe, or at least together. she'd sat next to the window of her room in the gryffindor tower, some nights with a book on her lap, other nights just praying, a muggle thing her parents used to do, for them to be okay.

but tonight had been different.

she had a feeling in her gut, an awareness that something wasn’t right and then she saw remus, each step slow, figure hunched over, blood staining his torn clothes. her heart clenched as she watched him struggle toward the castle, every step took every ounce of energy he had left. his usually composed posture was gone, he looked like he might collapse at any moment.

without thinking, lily shot up from her seat, her feet already moving before she fully registered what was happening. she ran out of her room, barely taking time to grab her wand. her breath caught in her throat, she stopped in her tracks right before going down the stairs when she saw him in the door way of the castle. before she could move again, his knees buckled.

before he could crash, strong arms wrapped around him, steadying him.

sirius.

remus barely had the strength to look who caught him, but the familiar voice and touch warned him.

—easy, moony, —sirius murmured, —i’ve got you.

—i... i didn’t mean to, —he managed to whisper, his voice hoarse and strained. —i didn’t want to bother anyone…

lily was there in a second, her fingers tilting his face up so she could get a better look. remus was too exhausted to even try and pull away. her eyes scanned the wounds on his face. she gulped, trying to calm herself.

—don’t ever say that again.

james and peter burst through the doors of the castle, their breath ragged and panicked. they immediately approached their friends. remus was slumped against sirius, his bloodied hands weakly gripping the fabric of sirius's shirt.

—bloody hell, —lily said. her gaze flicked from one to the other. now that she saw them all together, it was impossible to ignore: they were all hurt, bruised, scraped, in some way or another. —what happened to you four?

—we lost him in the woods.

remus’s head was drooping, his eyes half-closed. he made a soft sound of discomfort but couldn’t summon the energy to speak.

—can you take care of him, lily?

—this is... too much, i don't know if i can...

and calling madam pomfrey had never been an option, not since they became animagi. it wasn’t just about avoiding the hospital wing; it was about protecting remus and protecting themselves. the ministry didn’t take kindly to illegal transformations, and if anyone found out about their secret, they would be in serious trouble and remus would be the one to suffer the most.

—she'll know how to treat him, —peter said.

the others exchanged uneasy glances, the tension in the air palpable. even remus, who had been too exhausted to fully process what was happening, lifted his head slightly at the mention of you.

—no, please, —remus mumbled.

but none of his friends listened to him, they were already moving because they knew they had no time to waste.

james told peter to grab everything he could from madam pomfrey's office and lily to run to the slytherin dungeons and wake you up. sirius was holding remus firmly against his body.

remus' thoughts were scattered, but he had one clear goal in mind: to keep you from seeing him like this. he didn’t want to involve you, didn’t want you to see the way the moon twisted him, turning him into something he barely recognized.

—don't let her see me like this, please, sirius, —remus pleaded again, his voice filled with panic. he pulled on sirius’s shirt tighter, his eyes wide with fear. he didn’t want you to see him like this, not in this state, so broken, not after the transformation. it was too much.

sirius just looked back at him, there was no room for argument, not this time, they had no other choice.

james moved to the other side of remus’ and carefully threw his friend's arm over his shoulder, —it's going to be okay, —he said to his friend, trying to keep remus from getting lost in his own panic.

they helped him walk to the slytherin dungeons. each step remus took felt heavier than the last, his body giving way to the exhaustion and to the blood he was losing. his limbs were barely functioning beyond the bare minimum required to keep moving, and with every step, he could feel his strength slipping away. sirius and james kept him upright, every time remus stumbled, one of them was there to catch him, to steady him again.

lily banged on your door, each knock more desperate than the last. the sharp sound cut through the quiet of the dungeons, startling you from sleep.

you shuffled to the door, cracking it open just enough to see who it was. —lily? —your voice was thick with exhaustion.

—we need you, —she interrupted, breathless, her green eyes wide with urgency. —now.

—what happened?

—it’s remus.

remus.

the weight of his name alone was enough to snap you into full awareness. sleep disappeared, your exhaustion forgotten as something cold and sharp settled deep in your chest. you didn’t ask questions. you just grabbed your wand and followed lily.

and then you saw them.

james and sirius, half-carrying, half-dragging remus into the slytherin common room. his body hung between them, his head lolling forward, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. even in the dim light, you could see the blood, too much of it. his robes were torn, the fabric sticking to his skin in places where the wounds were fresh. his face was ghostly pale beneath the streaks of dirt and blood.

you rushed forward and your fingers found his face, cupping it gently, tilting it up so you could see him. his eyelids fluttered weakly, barely managing to stay open, but he was still there, still fighting to stay conscious.

—we lost him in the forest, —james said breathlessly. —he ran and by the time we found him, he was already like this.

—he’s burning up, —you muttered, feeling the skin on his face hot against your hands. —is that normal?

—for him? after this? yeah. his body’s trying to heal too fast.

peter stumbled through the entrance at that moment, arms with jars, bandages, and potion ingredients snatched from madam pomfrey’s office. some of the bottles clinked dangerously together.

—got everything, well, almost everything, —he panted, eyes darting to remus. he swallowed hard. —can you help him?

all eyes were on you, waiting for an answer.

all eyes except remus’, which remained down, unfocused, locked onto the floor. maybe he didn’t even have the strength to look at you. maybe he didn’t want to see the look of horror that must have been on your face. the blood ran down his face, tracing the sharp angles of his cheekbone, pooling at his jaw before dripping onto the already stained fabric of his robes.

you swallowed, pushing past the lump in your throat. —get him on the couch.

james and sirius didn’t hesitate.

gently, they guided remus to the couch by the fireplace. you couldn't stop staring at how much blood he was losing, his clothes were soaked, his shirt was torn in several places, exposing shredded skin and open wounds that hadn't stopped bleeding. there was so much of it. too much.

—he'll be fine, right? —lily asked, her voice cracked, just enough for you to hear the fear.

—he will be, —you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. —he has to be.

james glanced back at you, breathless, eyes wide with something between fear and hope. —tell us what to do.

you didn’t answer right away. you couldn’t. your mind was racing, trying to block out the smell of blood, the raw sound of remus' breathing, the weight of too many eyes waiting for you to know what came next. you turned away, moving quickly to where peter had set down the supplies. your hands skimmed over the collection of jars, bottles and bandages.

—peter, get me warm water and as many clean cloths as you can find, —your voice was steady even though your heart was hammering in your chest.

he nodded and disappeared down the corridor.

lily was already by your side, rolling up her sleeves. —how can i help?

—hmm... —you opened your mouth, but no words came out at first. you turned your eyes to the couch and froze. your couldn't think, overwhelmed by the metallic scent of blood and the way sirius and james were now carefully peeling his shredded robes from his body.

his chest was a mess of torn skin and bruises, angry red claw marks over old scars. blood soaked the waistband of his trousers and pooled in his collarbones. there was so much of it, too much. your stomach twisted.

lily called your name. —hey, —lily’s voice broke through the haze. she grabbed your arm, firm and grounding. you blinked at her. —you can do this. but we have to do something now.

you nodded, even though your hands were shaking.

—i'm going to... i'm going to make this potion to stop the bleeding. if you could... —you scanned the collection of jars and bottles, your fingers brushing over labels. then you grabbed a few and turned to lily. —... mix all of this together to make a balm to close his wounds. heat it slightly until it turns pale green. don’t let it bubble.

lily nodded without question, already moving to set everything up.

you two started working as fast as possible. she noticed how your hands wouldn’t stop shaking, making it nearly impossible for you to put everything together. you reached for a jar and nearly dropped it. the glass clinked against the wood as you set it down, harder than you'd meant to.

peter came with clean cloths and a bucket with water and let it next to the couch.

you finished the potion, the liquid dark and thick. you grabbed the jar, careful to avoid spilling any of the precious content, and knelt down by remus’ side. his face was turned toward you, his chest rising and falling slowly.

—okay, hold him up, —you said to james and sirius. —he needs to drink this.

james carefully moved remus’ shoulders while sirius carefully lifted his head. remus let out a weak complain, and you gulped. the movements made the bleeding worst but you knew the potion would work. it had to work.

you brought the vial to remus’ lips. his skin was even hotter, and his breaths came in short gasps. for a second, you weren’t sure he’d be able to swallow at all. —come on, —you whispered. —please.

his cracked lips parted, and you slowly tipped the potion in. the thick liquid slid into his mouth, and for a moment, it just sat there on his tongue and then he swallowed. you exhaled like you’d been underwater.

—it’s working, —you said, watching the potion start to do its job. the color in his skin shifting from deathly pale to something less terrifying, the bleeding slowing just a little. —okay, —you exhaled again. —lily, how is it going?

—almost done!

—great, —you murmured, mostly to yourself. your fingers hovered over the ruined fabric of his shirt, already torn and soaked through with blood. —i need to remove your shirt, —you said, almost a whisper, unsure if he could even hear you. you looked at james, sirius and peter, too shocked. —could you guys start wetting those clothes? we need to lower his temperature.

that was enough to break whatever trance had settled over them. james grabbed a wet cloth and pressed it gently against remus' feverish skin. sirius and peter quickly followed, dampening more cloths.

you turned back to remus and began peeling the remains of his shirt away, working carefully. the blood made the fabric stick, and every time it pulled away, it revealed more torn flesh.

remus saw you frowning, focused, your hands moving with care despite how they trembled and despite what those wounds meant. that he was a monster. he tried to speak, tried to tell you he was sorry, for involving you in this, for having to see this part of him. he wanted to warn you that this was what he was, this creature who couldn’t control the monster inside him. but his voice barely made it past his cracked lips.

his eyes fluttered as he tried again, desperation in them. don’t look at me like this. he wanted to say it, to make you understand, to make you see that he wasn’t worth your care or your kindness. that he wasn’t worthy of anyone’s love. instead, all he could manage was a single tear, which slowly traced down the side of his bloodied face.

his body shifted and that’s when you saw it. you reached up with the back of your finger and gently wiped the tear away. you leaned forward, your movements slow and deliberate, and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. his lips parted again, another soft exhale, maybe your name, maybe nothing at all.

—it's okay, —you whispered. —i know you're tired, but i need you with me a little longer. just until we get the balm on. then you can sleep. i promise.

lily appeared at your side with the finished balm. she knelt beside you, —it’s ready, —she said.

you dipped your fingers into the balm, the thick warmth coating your skin. for a moment, you just sat there, staring at his chest. the claw marks were deep, some old and scarred over, others fresh.

you knew that he hated talking about it. you knew he was terrified of your reaction when he first told you. now, as you looked at him, you understood why. this was scary. scary for him because it was something he couldn't control, and scary for you because you couldn’t help him until it was too late. you couldn't prevent the pain, you could only wait, watch him suffer, and try to pick up the pieces afterward.

the moment the balm touched him, remus jerked slightly, a low sound escaped his throat. not quite a cry, but enough to break something inside you. his back arched a little, muscles tense with pain. —i’m sorry, —you whispered, barely audible. —i’m so sorry.

the balm began to take effect, and the torn flesh started knitting together. it was fast, but it came with an undeniable cost. each time your shaky fingers slipped inside one of his wounds, remus’ body twitched. the deep, raw marks were slowly replaced with new scars. you knew he'd hate them.

when it was finally over, when the final scar was formed, the room seemed to breathe again. remus' body relaxed against the couch. james changed the damp cloth on remus' forehead one last time as he fought to keep looking at you, but the sleep ended up taking over him. the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was a sign that, for now, the worst had passed.

—how long will him normally take to recover? —you broke the silence.

—usually, he bounces back quicker, but… this was a lot for him. he’s exhausted, more than usual. it might take a few days for him to fully recover. he'll sleep a lot.

you nodded, your fingers lightly brushing against his hand. you planted a soft kiss to his cheeks, feeling how his skin was finally getting a lower temperature. sirius moved quietly beside you, grabbing the cloth to refresh it again. as he lifted it, your eyes caught the blood on his arm. not remus', but his own.

—sirius, —you said, standing up too quickly. —you’re hurt.

he looked down at himself as if just now realizing. —oh. probably happened when we were trying to find him. didn’t even notice.

you stepped closer, your eyes narrowing as you reached for his wrist. he didn’t pull away, —well, i noticed and there is still enough of the balm lily made so.

—james and peter are also hurt, —lily said.

you turned, startled. james, and all of you, were just now realizing he had a deep scratch across his forehead, his fingers tracing it as if only now being able to feel the sting. peter, on the other hand, was less composed. he was shifting his weight from foot to foot, trying to hide the way his lower lip trembled. his hand shook over a cut on his thigh, his pants torn and soaked with blood. the adrenaline was clearly keeping you all distracted and just focusing on remus.

one by one, you handed them the blood-replenishing potion. james made a face, peter coughed as he swallowed, and sirius just tipped it back, though his jaw clenched the moment it touched his tongue. all those reactions and remus had simply swallowed it without complaint because he knew it was bringing him back to life.

then came the balm. you applied it gently onto james’ forehead first. he hissed sharply, his hand twitching toward the wound before he stopped himself. you moved to peter next. he cried out softly as his skin came together, and lily reached for his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. finally, you turned to sirius. his lip curled as you pressed the balm into the wound, and his whole body went rigid for a second before he relaxed again.

—if it hurts this much for us, —james said quietly, wiping his forehead with the back of his sleeve, —i can’t even imagine what it felt like for remus.

the room fell silent. no one could bring themselves to speak. the only sounds were the faint crackling of the fire and the soft breathing of the boys as the pain in their wounds slowly began to ease. you stared down at your hands, still stained with blood and balm, and suddenly the weight of it all pressed against your chest. you tried to shake it off one more time, just like you had when you first saw him covered in his blood and when you had to clear your mind to think fast about how to stop the bleeding.

—do you have the strength to take him to my room? he can sleep there for the night. my roommates are gone for the holidays, so it’ll be quiet. in the morning… we’ll figure out what to do. we can tell dumbledore, or madam pomfrey, or… i don’t know, someone, i don't know what you guys do in these cases.

james nodded. —both dumbledore and madam pomfrey know, they've been looking after him since his first year.

—we’ll get him there.

the three boys disappeared with remus in their arms. they knew the way to your room, perhaps too well, given that they'd visited a few times in the past.

lily stood in front of you, her green eyes watching you, her eyebrows were raised, as if she knew that you'd break down in any moment. you stood there, struggling to find words. you could already feel the tightness in your chest.

you swallowed, the lump in your throat growing thicker. the tears you’d been holding back for so long finally started to flow. you wiped them away furiously. —he was so hurt, —you said, crying harder. lily rushed to hug you, and even though you didn't have the strength to hug her back, her arms stayed around you.

—it's okay now. you saved him.

—i thought i was going to lose him, —you said through the tears. lily held you tighter, her hand rubbing your back in circles. —i thought... it was too much.

—you did everything you could. he's going to be okay because of you.

you sobbed harder and lily felt terrible for having involved you in this. remus specifically told them to not let you see him like that, to keep you away from everything that had to do with his werewolf form, just like he had been doing until now. she knew how hard it had been for him to open up to you about his condition in the first place, and how much he had tried to protect you from it.

things were so perfectly between you and remus.

the chemistry was undeniable, the easy laughter, the soft glances, the way you both fit together as if you had been waiting for each other all along. you could feel it, how natural everything felt, how right it was to be with him. but you could see the weight in his eyes, the way he hesitated sometimes the moments felt too perfect and you understood why when he told you what happened to him when the full moon rose.

and now you had seen the effects it had on him. the self-inflicted wounds, the way he had not even the strength to talk, the look in his eyes and the tear sliding down his cheek. you wished you hadn't seen him like that, covered in blood, broken, needing to be rescued by his friends. it was terrifying, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized how much you wanted to be there for him.

as much as he needed, for as long as it took.

you wanted to be the person he could lean on, the person he didn't have to hide his pain from.

lily didn't let go of you, her arms still around you as you cried. she shared a glance with the boys who had just returned to the common room. they all wished that when he woke up, he would remember the care you’d shown him. before this, they knew how much you cared for remus, but tonight, you'd shown them, and him, that you would never see remus as the monster he feared he was.

[eufezco]

BUCKY'S SECOND FIRST TIME PT. 2

synopsis – the day after having sex with bucky and the next night.

a/n – this is a second part of this fic but i think you can also read it as a single fic.

smut. fluff

he did not sleep at all that night, fearing that he would not be able to control his nightmares and that he would end up waking you up, or even worse, hurting you. instead, he spend the time you were sleeping thinking about how things had gone between you to get to that point, with you asleep in his arms and him admiring how the sun's rays shone on your face.

bucky carefully got up from the couch and covered you with the blanket. you hummed, missing the feeling of his warm body against yours. he got dressed, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake you up and before leaving, he softly called your name. you hummed again, letting him know that you were listening.

—i gotta go, sam's waiting for me, but huh, i've made you some breakfast. you can stay as long as you want. my keys are in the kitchen, just lock the door when you leave and i'll stop by the bar tonight to pick them up.

you nodded, with your eyes closed, half asleep, and he nodded back. he had to leave now or else he'd be late. should he just say goodbye? leave without saying anything else to let you sleep? should he kiss you goodbye? would it be weird if he didn't after last night, right? and where should he kiss you? your cheek? your lips maybe?

bucky finally decided to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead and you curled up in the blanket. god, if only he could stay with you.

bucky would be lying if he said he didn't spend the whole day thinking about you and you'd be lying if you said that you had not waited all day for closing time to see him again. that day sam saw bucky distracted as ever which almost got them killed by those terrorists. and it is true that the super soldier often got lost in his thoughts and stared at a fixed point for a suspicious amount of time, but this time sam noticed something different, like a sparkle in bucky's eyes.

sam got to the bar first. there was no one left, just you and him. you two had a nice chat, he brought up bucky several times during your conversation and you giggled every time he did. maybe sam thought he wasn't being obvious but he was, he wanted to see your reaction every time he mentioned his friend. weren't you already too obvious about your feelings for him? didn't bucky told him about last night?

bucky arrived right at closing time but as usual, you kept the bar open just so you could spend time with him. sam was using the bathroom when bucky walked in and thank god, because you'd have been so embarrassed if anyone had seen your face when you saw bucky with a bunch of red roses in his hand.

—hi, —he said.

—hey, —you felt your cheeks burning hot.

—too old-fashioned?

you huffed a laugh and nodded. —very.

bucky walked to the bar counter and handed you the flowers.

—i hope you like roses. i didn't know your favorite flower so i picked roses because i think red roses suit you and everybody loves—

bucky was getting nervous and talking very fast.

—they are perfect, james, thank you, —you cut in gently. —roses are my favorite.

bucky slowly nodded and you showed him a small smile. the eye contact was so intense that if it hadn't been for sam coming out of the bathroom at that moment, you would have jumped over the counter and kissed him.

of course, the second sam laid eyes on the roses in your hands, he couldn’t help himself, he just wanted to mess with old bucky for a bit. probably said something like and nothing for me? damn, i thought we had something special, making you laugh and bucky roll his eyes.

—oh, this is yours, —you handed bucky his keys. —i'll get you something to drink, —and you went to the back to get a beer for him, leaving the two friends alone. it was at that moment that bucky noticed sam's face.

—what was that?

—what was what?

—she had your keys.

—apparently, yes.

—why did she have your keys, bucky?

—she was home last night.

—what do you mean she was home last night?

—she came home and when we knew, it was too late for her to leave. you know, it was dark and dangerous and stuff.

—too dangerous for a super soldier to walk her home?

they locked eyes in silence and bucky finally rolled his and mumbled a fine, giving up. sam exclaimed an oh my god and bucky had to shush him, panic flashing across his face. he knew sam well enough to recognize when a teasing storm was coming and he wasn't let it happen in front of you.

after you came back with bucky's drink, sam leaned back in the chair as he watched you and his friend. the glances you exchanged, the teasing smirks, the awkward pauses and the way bucky’s voice softened every time he spoke to you. sam sighed, trying to suppress a grin. this was entertaining at first but now? now it was just... painfully obvious.

after some fun conversation with the two of them, you locked the door of the bar behind you and when you stepped out, there they were. bucky offered to walk you home, well, offered wasn’t exactly the right word. it wasn’t up for debate. he wasn’t going to let you walk home alone, and it was clear by the way he stood there, hands in his pockets, already prepared to go with you. sam nodded slowly.

—alright, i’m heading out. you two kids behave, —sam teased, smirking as he looked between you and bucky.

you started walking together, your steps naturally falling in sync. the quiet between you wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable, maybe even a little shy after what happened last night. it was nice being with him like this, without the usual rush of the day. without thinking much of it, you slipped your hand through the crook of his arm, linking it with his as you walked. you didn’t even register that it was his metal arm.

bucky tensed for a second. you blinked, your fingers closing slightly to confirm it was, in fact, vibranium beneath your touch. —oh, —a small laugh escaped your lips. —i didn’t notice. does it bother you?

he shook his head quickly, his lips tugging into a faint smile. —no, it doesn’t bother me, —his voice softened. —i’m just not used to… people being okay with it. most people...

you tilted your head slightly, your hand still resting comfortably against his arm. —well, i’m not most people, —you said, your tone light but your meaning clear. the corner of bucky's mouth quirked up in the faintest of smiles, and for a moment, you thought you saw the shadow of a weight lift from him.

—no, —he murmured, his voice soft and warm. —you’re not.

when you arrived to your place, you stopped at the door. neither of you said anything for a moment, like there were too many thing hanging in the air and you didn't want to be the first to start. you let go of his arm slowly as you turned to unlock the door.

—so, —you said, —thanks for walking me home.

bucky nodded, hands in his pockets again. —anytime.

you smiled, heart beating a little too fast. you didn't want the night to end, not yet. and by the way bucky lingered on your doorstep, eyes moving from you to the ground and back again, he didn't seem ready to leave either.

—do you wanna come in?

bucky looked up and slowly nodded, —yeah. yeah, i do.

and trying not to smile to big, you stepped aside to let him in.

he noticed every detail, moving from the pictures on your walls to the small dining table by the window. it felt like someone actually lived there, nothing like his house. he looked at the little touches that made it undeniably yours: the thrown pillows on the couch that didn’t quite match, the stack of books on the coffee table... his hands shoved into his pockets as if he was afraid to touch anything.

you told him to wait for you on the couch as you moved to the kitchen to put the flowers in water and grab two glasses and the bottle of wine you kept on the fridge for those nights when you came home late from work, too wired to sleep but too tired to do much else.

you sat next to him on the couch, the two glasses on the small table in front of you as you filled them. you handed one to him.

—is this your i survived another shift wine? —bucky asked, taking a small sip.

you giggled, —something like that. but tonight i guess it's the i'm glad james barnes is here with me wine.

bucky shook his head, a little smile at his lips, clearly not quite used to how to handle flirting yet. —you can call me bucky.

you'd never called him that before. you thought it was a name reserved for people who'd earned their place in that small inner circle of his. so you always stuck with james but after last night and after having him in your place, thighs brushing against each other, it felt different.

—okay... bucky.

and one glass of wine turned into another. and the conversation flowed so easily with him. you started talking about each other's day, casually avoiding the fact that most of your thoughts had been occupied by him. and his, by you. and of course about what happened last night. then the conversation turned into funny stories that had nothing to do with saving the world or running a bar.

bucky talked like he didn't have to worry about saying the wrong thing in front of you.

your elbow rested on the couch, your cheek against your hand and the wine glass forgotten on the coffee table. you watched him as he spoke. his blue eyes caught the soft light of your living room, moving from you to the glass of wine in his hands then back to you, and when they landed on you, they stayed a little longer than before.

you bit your lip, caught off guard by how handsome he was. you hated to admit it but his voice fell into a second place and your eyes and thoughts began to dissipate the curve of his pink lips, the thought of them trailing down your neck, the way his beard tickled your sensitive skin there, made you shift on the couch.

and in one of those moments, where his eyes landed on you, you leaned in and planted a kiss in the middle of his mouth, soft and quick, a hint of what'd been in your mind all day.

you pulled back slightly, just enough to see his reaction.

he looked almost shy, not used to this kind of sudden affection. you caught the way his eyes dropped to your lips and stayed there like he didn't mean to but couldn't help it. there was something so boyish in the way he shifted, like a man who hadn't yet figured out how to handle being wanted so openly.

—sorry, —bucky said under his breath though he didn't move away.

—what for? i kissed you.

his eyes moved back to yours, checking to make sure you weren't teasing him.

—for staring. sam says is creepy and...

you said nothing, just watched him.

—... my therapist says i've got some sort of staring problem, i don't know, i guess i just...

while he rambled, you reached out and took the glass of wine from his hand, careful not to interrupt him too abruptly. you leaned forward to place it on the coffee table. he continued talking and you nodded, as if you were paying attention to what he was saying.

then you moved closer to him on the couch, closing the last bit of space between your bodies. your hand slid up the side of his neck and you guided him to you, tilting his face until your lips met his again. and bucky finally responded like you wanted, like he'd been waiting for it all day, because he had, maybe longer.

one of his hands rested on your hip, squeezing you and trying to guide you onto his lap, but instead, with your hand on the back of his neck, you leaned back into the couch and gently pulled him with you. he followed your lead as you allowed him on top of you, your legs at both sides of body, making room for him.

his lips devoured yours, one of his knees came to press your pussy through your clothes, making pull a way from his lips to moan.

—is this okay? shit, sorry, should've asked...

you nodded, reaching for his lips again, your fingers deep into his hair, —more than okay.

bucky kept kissing you like a starving man. his lips moved with more confidence than last night, his hands slid down your sides to your waist, his knee still pressed in between your legs. you gasped softly against his lips as his fingers found the button of your jeans.

—wait, —you said against his lips, breathless but clear.

bucky froze immediately, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, —you okay? did i do something wrong?

you shook your head quickly, —no, no. you're perfect, i just... —you lifted your head from the couch to give a quick kiss to his lips to let him know that you wanted to keep going. —... don't want the couch again.

bucky let out a breathy laugh, relieved, and nodded. before you could even move, his hands slid beneath your thighs and lifted you off the couch. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your arms hugged his neck. and bucky held you with ease, like you weighed nothing at all. that damn super serum.

—i could've just walked, you know?

—yeah, but where's the fun in that?

you kissed him again as he walked to your room, his lips wet and plump. your hands stayed tangled in his hair as he pushed the door open with his leg and stepped inside like he belonged there. he stopped by the bed and lowered you onto the mattress.

as bucky lay on top of you and his lips met yours again, your hands found the hem of his tshirt, curling under it slowly, giving him a chance to stop you if he wanted to. you remembered the hesitation in his eyes last night, when your hands had first roamed over bare skin, how he'd instinctively turned slightly like shielding you from seeing too much. now, his body tensed, not with resistance, but in the way of someone not used to that kind of touch.

—you okay? it's okay if you need to stop.

he shook his head, his hands coming to hold both of your cheeks. bucky didn't even want the thought of stopping crossing your mind because it never crossed his, —i'm okay. i want you.

the words came out of his lips before he could stop them and a faint flush crept up his neck. before embarrassment swallowed him, your fingers threaded into the back of his head as you pulled him into a kiss, —i want you too, —you whispered.

you pushed the tshirt and he lifted his arms and let you take it off. "there's nothing she hadn't seen before, it's not going to scare her", bucky reminded himself. and you had to press your lips together to stop the small sound that nearly slipped out the second you threw his tshirt. your hands rested on his chest, hard and warm under your palms as you lifted your head from the mattress and caught his lips.

—you're beautiful, fuck, —you mumbled against his lips. your nails scratched his abdomen until they reached the button of his jeans. that did something to him. he let out a sound low in his throat and he kissed you harder, teeth almost clashing, his body pressing more firmly into yours.

oh, you thought, he likes that. a bit of sweet with the praise, a bit rough with your nails.

—wait, —bucky said. your fingers paused on the zipper of his jeans and your eyes searched his face for any sign of discomfort, but he didn't look scared, just nervous, like he was about to say something he wasn't sure he was allowed to want, —i wanna try something.

and you nodded, glad that he felt confident enough around you to try new things. bucky adjusted his position on the bed and you only took a couple of seconds to realize that he was moving down between your legs. he was focused, eyes dark, as he looked at you. your chest rose with anticipation, you sat up on your elbows so you could get a good look of him.

—is this okay? —bucky asked, face just above the zipper of your jeans. the look in his eyes told you he wanted this badly, but he also wanted to get it right.

you nodded, —more than okay, yeah, but are you sure about it?

—yeah, i just... need you to guide me.

bucky took care of your jeans and underwear fast. you lifted of your hips and he slid them down quickly. then his hands brushed over your thighs as he spread them gently. he settled between them, shoulders broad, fitting perfectly there like that's exactly where he was meant to be.

his lips attached to the inside of your thighs, placing open mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin there. god, not only was he a fast learner but now he'd also turned into a fucking tease. you closed your eyes and swallowed, trying to act as if you were not already clenching around nothing. bucky's beard pricked the inside of your legs as he kissed his way up.

—can i?

you nodded again, your eyes locked on his.

bucky dragged your panties down your hips. he kept his eyes on you the entire time and as they slipped past your knees and down your ankles, he leaned in again, placing one last kiss to the inside of your thigh. bucky looked at you with pure adoration. every part of you and your body the more he realized that he loved it.

he planted a first kiss on your clit. your body jerked at the sudden contact and your lips parted, a soft moan coming out of them. if this wasn't the most beautiful sound bucky had ever heard. he smiled and kissed your clit again, yet he didn't pull back this time and his lips attached to your bundles of nerves.

the more time he spent between your legs, the more you felt his confidence growing. bucky was learning you. and he did it fast. at first he didn't quite know what to do with his hands, he didn't want to grab you too hard or assume too much. you could also feel it in his lips, the way they kissed and licked you. careful and slow. it was nice the first few minutes, but then it started to get painful.

you rolled your hips against his mouth, trying to get more of him, as you cried out a "more, bucky... please". your hands clutched the sheets below you, you didn't want to overwhelm him. but listening to you beg for more awakened something inside him.

his hands came and pushed your legs even wider, pressing your thighs flat against the mattress. the movement spread you open more, exposing you completely to him and bucky's mouth devoured you. kissing and sucking on your clit, playing with his tongue. it was wet and messy, and you could hear him moan against you like he was enjoying this too himself.

and he was. he was having the time of his life between your legs. every sound you made, every shift of your hips against his mouth, every time you whispered his name, breathless and begging for more...

—i need... i need your... —you tried to say. bucky hummed against your clit, the vibrations making it even more difficult to finish the sentence. —you fingers, please...

he looked up to you, begging, head tilted back, lips parted with soft gasps, eyes closed shut, back arched, how could he deny you anything? his right hand came and teased your entrance. you whined in response and tried to speak again, but his mouth never stopped working on your clit.

his metal hand stayed firm, holding your left thigh but your right one was free now. you lifted it and placed it over his shoulder as bucky pushed one of his fingers inside you. you moaned, loud, when the movements of his finger matched with the ones of his mouth. and then he added another finger. the pleasure was too much, too constant. you couldn't escape it, you couldn't even breathe through it, just cry his name and grab at his hair, and hearing you fall apart made him more focused, more driven.

your right leg was freed when bucky felt you were close, when you were getting tighter around his fingers. your thighs squeezed his head. his fingers curled just right, his mouth never broke rhythm and you came with a cry of his name, back arching off the mattress and hands pulling from his hair. bucky stayed through all of it, letting you ride it out until your body finally began to soften beneath him.

as you tried to catch your breath, you looked down at him. still between your legs, hair was a little messy from your hands, cheeks flushed, lips wet and pink. what a view.

when you had recovered, you sat on the bed as you leaned in, finding him still laying. you cupped his jaw and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. bucky pushed himself up with his hands against the mattress, following your lead as you let yourself fall back on the bed.

bucky held his weight above you. his body was between your legs as you worked on the zipper of his jeans and he never stopped kissing you. your hands trailed down his abdomen and moved to waistband of his jeans, fingers at the zipper with urgency. as you finally slid the zipper down and your hand brushed against him through the fabric of his underwear, bucky moaned into the kiss. he was hard as a fucking rock.

he kicked off his jeans as you pulled your own tshirt over your head, tossing it aside. and he tried, but it was impossible not to stare. his eyes scanned you fast, like he didn't know where to look first, like he couldn't believe you were letting him see you like this.

you reached for him again. you felt his cock pressing against you and as your lips moved together, wet and messy, you wrapped your hand around it and lined him up and shifted your hips. the moment the tip slipped inside you, both of your mouths opened, a shared breath of surprise and relieve. your legs went quick around his body, pushing him deeper. his hands gripped the mattress on either side of your shoulders from the way he filled you so perfectly.

—now you're on top... —you murmured. his hands tightened, like he was barely holding back, —...fuck me the way you like it.

and he started slow, making sure his weight never pressed down too hard. his forehead dropped to yours as his hands moved to your hips with confidence, guiding the rhythm gently. you moaned and bit your lower lip as his thrust were long and deep.

then he picked up his own rhythm, each movement more confident than the last, the sound of skin slapping against each other finally filling the room. his body pressed yours completely into the mattress, hard chest brushing yours with every movement. you felt caged by him but never suffocated.

and when you were close, too close to think straight, you clung to bucky, hands tight on his back pulling him even closer if possible. you could feel it in him too, the tension in his body, the uneven thrusts, the desperate sounds he tried to hold back but couldn't. so you mumbled into his ear "i want you to... inside. please, bucky..." and he couldn't hold it anymore.

bucky tried to hide his face in the crook of your neck when it hit him, but your hand found his face as you guided him back to you and you held him there, watching as he came. his eyes squeezed shut, his lips parted letting out a moan. yet he didn't stop after that, because he knew you weren't done, so bucky fucked himself through his own overstimulation. his sensitive body still thrust into you, pushing his cum deeper inside you.

and when you finally reached your high, legs squeezing him, bucky held you through it, murmuring your name, pressing his lips to your forehead and whispering "i've got you".

bucky didn't move right away, he just stayed there, inside you, with your legs tangled together. your breathing was still slowing and syncing with his. he brushed the damp strands of fair from your forehead while your fingers slipped into his hair, gently curling them there with no plans of letting him go anytime soon.

—you okay? —you asked.

bucky nodded, —you?

you nodded back, —you damn sure know how to use that mouth, huh.

bucky huffed a breathed laugh, embarrassed, hiding himself in the crook your neck.

after cleaning yourselves up, you both went back to the bed, naked, feeling each other's warmth under the covers, skin against skin. you made your way into bucky's arm, one of his hands traced careful shapes along your spine while the other one held you close.

you talked for a little while, half whispered thoughts about everything and nothing, little stories, soft laughs and occasional kisses. but eventually your words grew slower and you shifted, curling closer, until you fell asleep. and his eyes stayed open, focused on you, not because he wasn't tired, he was exhausted, but the nightmares were still too real. bucky tried, like the night before, to stay awake, but this time it felt different. the weight of your body pressed against his, the soft mattress beneath him, nothing like the cold hard floor he'd grown used to...

he fight to keep his eyes open, his lids would droop only to snap back open, but then his muscles relaxed and his breath and his mind quieted and for the first time bucky fell asleep peacefully.

[eufezco]

hii!! sorry i literally disappeared but i went on a trip to london and i fell in love with the city and i've been miserable since i left 😞 ANYWAYS

tomorrow i'll be posting the second part of this bucky smut: SECOND FIRST TIME about the morning after and the next night :)

[eufezco]

this is just a scenario i've always had in my mind while watching civil war about asking wanda for help to protect bucky

mcu masterlist

you never thought you'd have to sneak in the place you once called home but there you were, setting off an explosion outside the avengers compound, using the chaos to distract vision just long enough to slip inside and get to wanda. much less did you expect to be greeted with a knife inches from your throat, held by her powers.

whatever they'd told her, whatever information they'd kept from her, had her on edge and you knew because the red energy around her fingers pulsed dangerously.

but then she saw you and her expression cracked.

the knife fell to the floor at your feet, her hands trembling as her powers flickered out like a dying flame. you'd been kept apart for so long, her locked away in the compound because of tony's orders, you running from the government with sam and steve. after what happened in lagos you'd not seen each other. they branded wanda as dangerous and locked her away until you all had signed the accords.

she was one of your dearest friends and they'd kept her from you like she was some kind of weapon they were afraid might go off.

before you realized you were in her arms and she was in yours. no words, just the desperate way her fingers curled into your jacket and the way your arms wrapped around her like you could make up for every lost day.

—i'm sorry, i should've come sooner but everything's a mess. steve, sam and i... we were labeled as criminals and-

wanda pulled back just enough to look at you, —what? criminals?

—yeah. outlaws, traitors. depends who you ask.

—but why?

you swallowed.

—we wouldn't sign the accords. tony says they're for protection. but it's not. it's control. plain and simple.

—that's not why they're calling you a criminal, —vision flew through the walls of the compound and stood behind of wanda. his expression was calm but there was a warning in his eyes, —you should not be here, —he said looking directly at you.

—and she shouldn't be held here, —you said, eyes locked on vision.

—what is he talking about? —wanda asked you.

—she is no prisoner, —vision answered to you calmly.

—you're manipulating her, —you said back.

wanda's voice cut through the tension between you and vision, —why are you a criminal? what have you done?

—because we're protecting bucky.

her eyes widened, confusion in her face. —bucky? your bucky?

you nodded.

she was still confused, still trying to piece it all together. she knew who bucky was from the late nights in the compound when it was just you and her awake. you had told her everything about the boy with the most beautiful smile and the sweet eyes, about the love you lost in the snow.

you told her how decades later you found him again and then he tried to kill you after being captured by hydra, which hit really close to her home. after that he vanished and the last thing you knew about him was when that jet was falling apart and he pulled you and steve from the wreckage.

—her bucky bombed the vienna international centre.

—it wasn't him, —you shook your head.

—dozens were killed.

—it wasn't him, —you repeated.

—including king t'chaka of wakanda.

—it wasn't bucky! —you snapped in frustration. this is what vision wanted, to make you look unstable so that it would be difficult to trust you, —someone... someone framed him, used his face, his past, his reputation. i need your help, wanda. i've talked to him. he's confused but he recognized me, —your voice cracked, —he's still in there. he's afraid that they're gonna turn him into a weapon again.

wanda looked at you like she wanted to believe you.

—and you believe this man deserves protection, even after everything he's done?

vision spat out, words sharp, no curiosity in his voice, only judgment.

your jaw clenched, tired of meddling. how many chances of dying did you have if you went against him? vision wasn't just some guard dog tony left behind, he was power, nearly indestructible. but you didn't care. not if it meant protecting bucky.

you opened your mouth to speak but the words never made it out.

—yes, —wanda answered for you.

wanda looked at you and for the tired look on your face, she could tell that you'd found him and that you were doing everything you could to clean his name and keep him safe.

you sighed. it had been so long since anyone believed you this easy, without interrogation, but why wouldn't she? she was your friend. your story seemed coherent to her, and even if it didn't, if it sounded broken and pulled together by desperation, she still believed you.

—i'm leaving with her, —she said to vision.

—i can't let you do that.

your hand was already on your gun. you didn't need to think about it, you knew it wouldn't kill vision but one or two well placed shots maybe it would be enough to get him off balance just long enough for you and wanda to run. and so you did. your hand moved fast. two shots fired in the blink of an eye. one to the shoulder, one to the chest. but they did nothing. the bullets went through him as if he was a ghost without blood, not even a flinch.

vision levitated, his hand swept out and your gun was gone. your fists came up on instinct, throwing punches that met nothing but air. each hit passed through him like he wasn't really there. until his arm wrapped around your throat, pulling you back against him, feet barely touching the floor.

—you can't over power me.

you gasped, clawing at his arm, —i know i can't. but she can.

wanda's hands glowed with red energy, —vision, that's enough. let her go. i'm leaving.

—i can't let you, wanda.

she lifted her hands and her powers struck vision directly in the stone in his forehead. his grip released and you fell to your knees, coughing as air went back into your lungs. vision also fell, behind you, like she deactivated him.

she offered you her hand, —come on.

[eufezco]

DINNER WITH FRIENDS𓂃 𓈒 ❀

thunderbolts*!bucky x fem!pregnant!reader

synopsis – when bucky returns home he's not alone and a quiet evening turns into a full house. seven months pregnant and unprepared, you're caught off guard but family is family.

a/n – this is just a little scenario that crossed my mind when i got out of the cinema after watching thunderbolt* for the fourth time. pleasee send me bucky requests i want to write for him but i have like 0 ideas. writing this i realized that i've oficially fallen for the john walker propaganda 😞

fluff

it was later than usual and bucky stil hadn't come home.

rebecca was in her room, playing quietly as she waited for her dad. you were in the kitchen. dinner was already done so with nothing else to do, you found yourself rearranging things on the counter, trying to distract your mind from the worry. you rubbed your seven-month pregnant belly as if it were a magic lamp and you were wishing for him to return. and then you heard the front door creak open.

—bucky? —you moved quickly out of the kitchen but you stopped on your track when you saw he wasn't alone.

—yeah, it's me.

—oh my god, —you breathed before he could finish talking, your hand flying to your chest. you weren't expecting five people with him. their faces familiar yet you'd never met them in person.

bucky stood in the middle of the group, his lips pressed together in a guilt line. he knew full well you weren't expecting this and that he should've warned you beforehand, but he hadn't known they'd all need a place to drop by on the same night after the same mission.

he'd hesitated, worried about adding more stress when you were already seven months pregnant. but then he thought of home and you and rebecca and how it might be the one thing that could soften the edges of everything they'd been through that day. and god help bucky, you'd told him a million times you'd love to meet them.

so here they were. on your doorstep. in your hallway.

—hi, —you said to them. you blinked, caught between surprise and disbelief.

bob waved his hand. yelena, ava and john pressed their lips together.

—oh, hi john —you knew john. he and bucky had caused each other a lot of headaches in the past, but you were glad that at least now they tolerated each other. john showed you a little smile.

alexei made his way through the group and approached you with open arms. you raised your eyebrows and just let the big man cover you in a hug. he smelled like vodka and leather but surprisingly, he was really careful with your belly as he hugged you.

—mrs. barnes, the wife of the soldier, oh, it's so nice finally meeting you, —he said with a rough russian accent. —behind every great man is a great woman, they say. a greater woman, may i add.

as he held you, you caught all the other faces around the room, all rolling their eyes. you giggled when he finally released you, alexei was just as dramatic as bucky described him. —thank you, alexei.

—you know my name, she knows my name! —he turned to tell the others. they gave him plain nods and lazy smiles.

—of course, everyone knows your names now. plus, bucky talks about you five all the time.

bucky closed his eyes and ava grinned and nudged him with her elbow.

—yelena, right?

you approached the blonde girl standing next to bucky. she had the same stormy look in her eyes as him, she could definitely be his little sister. she looked at bucky a little unsure when you called her name, almost as if for reassurance. she hadn't wanted to come at first, she didn't want to cross that line, didn't want to step into something as private and sacred as his home.

yelena nodded to your question. you softened your expression and offered a warm smile. bucky caught her hesitation and he gently pressed his hand to her back, giving her an encouraging push. you opened your arms and puller her into a hug before she could think too hard about it. she tensed for a moment but then her arms came high around you, as if she was afraid of even brushing your belly.

you hugged ava, careful not to press against her delicate suit. you'd heard enough from bucky to know how sensitive the tech could be and how guarded ava was underneath it.

bob was so ready when you hugged him and welcomed him to your house. he'd seen bucky's photos of you, the lock screen on his phone. he knew how after every operation, buck's first texts were always to you, checking in, making sure you were safe and letting you know that he made it out alive. if bob had the power of one million exploding suns, he was certain it still wouldn't match how fiercely bucky loved you. and that gave him hope.

you smiled before you hugged john. he wasn't sure if you'd want him in your house, after all, he'd been a pain in bucky's ass but hey, in his defense, bucky had been just as much of a pain in his. still, you welcomed him.

and the best for last. as the rest inspected your living room, looking at the photos and tripping over rebecca's toys, bucky stood with the most exhausted expression on his face. he stepped closer and let his head fall against your shoulder. one of your hands went to the back of his head, fingers slipping into his hair.

—long day?

bucky just hummed.

—how was yours?

—good. the baby barely kicked after last night, —in that moment you felt bucky's hands come to rest on both sides of your belly, his thumbs rubbed slow circles, up and down, protective, telling the baby he was finally home, taking care of his mom. —and rebecca drew alpine. with eight legs and no ears. she's very proud.

he breathed a laugh, —sounds about right.

bucky's friends were busy, the five of them around a photo frame on the wall. the only photo you had of bucky from 1940s, stiff and young in his uniform soldier, eyes still full of something bright that hydra hadn't yet extinguished.

he lifted his head from your shoulder and you cupped his cheek, your thumbs brushing over his rough beard. you pressed your lips softly against his, as if you were trying to transfer all the calm and love he'd missed during the day. as you pulled back, you noticed his shoulders dropped, releasing the tension, but the worried expression remained.

you reached up again, brushing your thumb over the line of his cheek as bucky's arms wrapped around your body, resting on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him, carefully, until he could feel your belly pressed against him, a connection between the three of you.

—talk to me, —you whispered.

he sighed, —didn't want to bring the day home, but they needed a place... and i couldn't leave them on the street. i didn't want to add more into it, not in your state.

you smiled. so it was that.

—you did the right thing, buck. they're family. if they needed somewhere to go, then they're welcome here. they'll always be.

bucky pressed his lips together. his two families. the one he fought beside and the one he came home to.

he'd never called them that before, not even in his head. they cared about each other in the quiet, protected one another during missions and watched each other's back in battle. they stood between each other and the line of fire and carried each other when the mission left someone too hurt to stand.

it doesn't matter if bucky never said the word, they were his family.

he slowly nodded at your words, —it was supposed to be just bob... didn't expect all of them to show up at once.

—well, neither did the couch, —you teased, getting a soft laugh from him.

ava caught both your eyes as she turned from the wall where she'd been quietly observing young bucky's photo.

—you were so clean-shaven, it's almost like seeing you naked.

you burst out laughing just as bucky groaned beside you, head dropping on your shoulder again like the comment physically wounded him.

—look at that jawline, it could cut glass, —bob said, squinting his eyes at the photo, hands on his hips.

—sharp enough to be a war crime, —you kissed the top of bucky's head. he lifted it slightly, oh so you were joining them now?

—were there toothpaste ads back then? because you sure look like one. fight fascism and fight plaque.

—that's the image of a man! of the soldier! a hero! —alexei boomed, gesturing toward the photo like it belonged in a museum.

—yeah, a man that gave speeches on liberty bonds or punch hitler.

—i did punch hitler, —bucky said flatly, barely looking up.

—how many times are you gonna bring that up?

—as many as it takes, john.

—you should put that on a t-shirt, —john continued, —i punched hitler and all i got was this brooding personality.

you noticed yelena's attention was on the rest of the photos. the teasing in the room faded to a hum behind her.

her eyes moved from frame to frame, pausing on each one. a photo from your summer in wakanda, bucky with his hair tied back, sunlight turning the metal of his arm into gold as rebecca sat on his shoulders, his hands steady at her ankles. next to that was a shot of the hospital room, bucky still in scrubs, circles under his eyes, holding his daughter for the first time. all memories you'd been building through the years. not all of them were easy, not all of them looked like picture frames. it was what yelena had been looking for all her life.

—bucky, —yelena called him, getting everyone's attention. the teasing died down completely when everyone looked to the stairs.

rebecca stood halfway down, clutching her uncle sam captain america's plushie, her socked feet fidgeted against the step like she wasn't sure if she wanted to go back up or keep coming down. her thumb hovered near her mouth the way it only did when she was unsure of something.

—damn, she definitely is your daughter, —yelena said to bucky.

the little girl was a small version of bucky. blue deep eyes, brown hair that curled at the ends in soft waves, the way she looked at everyone without saying a word, just like bucky always did. she had that look on her face just like his, the one where even though she wasn't talking, it showed that her mind was moving fast, watching everything and everyone.

mostly, she looked overwhelmed. strangers filled her living room, standing loud, tall, unfamiliar in the space she knew as home. until she saw bucky. her bucky. she didn't hesitate. she ran down the stairs, her little feet pounding against the steps. without hesitation, she threw herself into her dad's arms, wrapping her small arms tightly around his neck. bucky lifted her effortlessly, smiling big as he held her close.

—oh, you definitely ate all of your veggies today, bug, you got stronger, almost knocked me off my feet.

rebecca's giggles filled the room. the others stood nearby, watching the scene, unsure how to react to seeing bucky all soft. even alexei, who rarely blinked at anything, went unusually still. you rubbed your daughter's back as she tucked her face in bucky's neck, her little fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt, when she realized all eyes were on her.

—she's a little shy at first, but when she gains a little confidence, you'll be begging her to stop talking, —you explained to the group, half apologetic, half proud. they all nodded and smiled, understanding. —'becca, these are dad's friends. they're here just for tonight. you okay if they stay a little while?

she gave the smallest nod, still hiding her face in bucky's neck. he turned, holding her against his body, toward the rest of the group.

—boss says you can stay, —bucky announced.

yelena let out a yay, bob mumbled a sweet thank you.

rebecca peeked a little from the crook of bucky's neck, her eyes finding john first. he offered her a small, friendly wave. she hesitated but she ended up lifting her hand a mimicking the motion.

—out of all of them, —bucky murmured, more for john to hear than to her, —you had to wave to walker first?

john of course heard it and rolled his eyes.

in that moment your feet started to hurt more than you realized. too much standing for a seven months pregnant. you shifted your wight, trying to ease it, but even the small movement sent a bolt of discomfort up your spine. one of your hands instinctively moved to the curve of your belly and the baby fluttered under your palm, not a kick, just a little roll.

bucky noticed, but not just him, everyone in the room did.

—you okay? —ava asked.

—you should sit, —yelena added.

alexei immediately grabbed the nearest chair to him as bucky carefully lowered rebecca. —okay, bug, let's help mama, —he approached you, wrapping his metal arm around your body and helping you sit carefully.

rebecca stood, clutching with her captain america plushie tightly as her eyes flicked between john, bob, yelena and ava. none of them knew how to respond to her watchful presence, except for john, who caught her gaze again and with the little experience he had with kids, knelt down to her level, making himself less intimidating.

—why don't you guide me to the kitchen and we'll get your mom a glass of water?

she blinked, thinking about it for a second, then slowly nodded. john stood, not expecting her to wrapped her small fingers into his hand as she lead the way. to say that bucky was freaking out would be an understatement.

in the kitchen, rebecca pointed at the cupboard where the glass where kept. john took one of them and filled it with water from the tap. then, she gave him her captain america plushie so she could grab the glass, was this kind of bad joke? john followed her, still holding the plushie like he wasn't sure if it was meant to curse him or recruit him.

yelena and ava huffed a laugh when they saw him carrying the plushie.

rebecca carefully approached you, then gently handed over the glass. bucky gave john a grateful nod. you smiled warmly, taking a sip, —thank you, sweetie.

—my sister makes mama sick sometimes, —rebecca explained to everyone. the room was still, hearing her voice for the first time like it was something sacred.

—but you take good care of her, —bob said, his voice gentle.

—yeah, you sure are doing a great job, kid. i couldn't have brought that glass of water better myself, —john added.

rebecca showed a little smile, proud. with extreme care, she placed her tiny hand on your belly, her fingers splaying and she waited, hoping for the smallest kick from her baby sister. bucky kissed the top of your head.

—i made dinner, but i only expected bucky...

a chorus of don't worry, not hungry, i'm okay, i ate earlier, happened before you could finish talking. you looked around them all, tired, boots dusty from whatever roads they'd taken today, and hungry. no matter what they said.

—so we could order something, —you finally suggested.

bucky thought it was a great idea because there was no way he was going to let them go to bed with empty stomachs. while he made the call to the pizzeria, rebecca marched to the kitchen, ava and walker behind her like shadows as she pointed out the drawer with the cutlery.

back in the living room, you stood up from the chair. yelena, alexei and bob didn't let you out of their sight for a second. bucky, still on the phone, caught your movement and gave yelena a sharp nod, a silent command to keep you from doing anything else and to get you to the couch. you assured that you were fine, but it was no use.

at least alexei was no bore, he talked nonstop, about everything that came to his mind, most of the times embarrassing memories of little yelena. and rebecca had abandoned ava and walker to their luck in the kitchen and sat down next to bob with her notebook. you heard her mumble a wanna see my drawings? and the boy, as the sweetheart he was, couldn't deny. she explained every detail to him, not even letting bob get a word or ask a question.

ava helped bucky spread the tablecloth and john placed carefully the plates and glasses on the table.

—so, —ava said, looking at bucky with a teasing smirk, —another girl? you're the ultimate girl dad.

—yeah, three girls plus you and yelena. keeping me on my toes.

ava didn't say anything but she felt a little warmer at the way he'd included her and yelena in that count, like they were a bigger part of his life. he hadn't said it with any special emphasis, hadn't even looked at her when he said it but still, it stuck with her.

and the dinner was nice. so nice. bucky sat close by your side, his fingers gently holding your free hand over the table. rebecca was between yelena and ava but she was laughing at something walker had said to her, something funny enough to light up her whole face. bob had a soft blush on his cheeks. people laughing, sharing stories, the clink of plates and glasses, it almost felt unreal to him.

bucky leaned to kiss your cheek. you absolutely had no idea where all these people were going to sleep. the couch, the floor, a few air mattresses if the closet still held them, but definitely not enough beds. but looking at all together, sitting around the same table, full and happy, it didn't seem to matter at all.

[eufezco]

so i've always had this smut fic in my mind about lannister!reader x obery martell but idk if anyone would want to read something game of thrones related in big 2025 😭

can you like this post if you'd read it?

[eufezco]

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED 𓂃 𓈒 ❀

congressman!bucky x secretary!fem!reader

synopsis – you were supposed to hand bucky an important document before his meeting but time wasn't on your side. with no other option, you pass the envelope to sam and trust him to deliver it. what's inside? let's just say it turns bucky's meeting from routine to very interesting.

smut.

your heels echoed down the corridor, the pencil skirt hugged your hips a little too tight for speed, but you pushed forward, envelope in hand. you were heading to bucky's office, you needed to get there before the door closed behind him for hours. you knew the meeting would be long, the kind where you weren’t even allowed to knock, which meant once he disappeared behind that glass wall, you wouldn’t see him until it was over. and you hated that.

the envelope in your hand was official, or at least that’s what the red inked stamp on the front claimed and you needed to hand it to bucky yourself. DO NOT OPEN. CLASSIFIED INFORMATION written on it. bold, all caps.

—no, no, no, no, —you mumbled to yourself, watching helplessly as president thaddeus ross strode through the doorway and the door shut behind him. you stopped before you could even reach the door of the office, it was pointless, you couldn't get through. you huffed. one minute earlier, maybe thirty seconds, and you would’ve made it.

and then, like he had perfect timing, because of course captain america had perfect timing, sam's voice drifted behind you. —so sad the lovebirds couldn’t see each other, —he said, coming up beside you, adjusting the lapels of his suit, —so cool that i’m gonna spend a couple of hours in there with your man. does that make you jealous?

—the door closed. you're late. since when captain america is late?

—i'll take that as a yes.

you looked at the envelope and the words on it. DO NOT OPEN. CLASSIFIED INFORMATION and you looked at the sealed door, then back to sam, who was still next to you, giving you that little knowing smirk. he caught your look and raised an eyebrow.

—can you give this to bucky? —you finally asked.

sam's smile widened like a man offered mischief on a silver platter. —sure i can, —he said, —question is: should i?

you rolled your eyes and handed him the envelope, pointing at the bold, red lettering stamped across it. —it's very important that you don’t open it. i think it’s something about firing you and finding a new captain america.

—ha-ha-ha, very funny. real hilarious, —he took the envelope from you with exaggerated care, holding it as if it were a bomb. —you’re sure you want me to be the one to deliver this? i could always, just, you know, take a peek, —your heart stopped for a second when sam acted as if opening the envelope, you gulped nervously, trying to keep it together, —see if it’s really about me being replaced.

—if you open it, i’ll personally make sure they give the shield back to walker.

your words hung in the air. you and sam just stared at each other and he realized that you weren't bluffing.

—damn, okay. deliver it untouched. wouldn’t want to disappoint captain america’s number one fan. do you want me to sign it when buck's done with it and return it to you? i mean, i’d be happy to make it official. sam wilson, captain america and official envelope deliverer.

you rolled your eyes again and started walking with sam to the door. the guards moved without a word and as sam got into the room, you stopped at the threshold. from your spot outside, you caught a glimpse of the meeting table.

bucky was there.

sitting at the far end, with his hair perfectly styled, posture rigid. his suit was dark, sharp, his brow was slightly furrowed as he listened to another man talk about whatever business was being discussed. the congressman look on him was unfairly hot. he looked like a man who belonged in that room, and also, like he wanted to be anywhere else.

once the door opened to let sam in, bucky's eyes moved and they locked on yours, not expecting to see you there. his face softened and for a moment, the tension in his postured melted away. you showed him a little smile. his lips curved too. as the door began close, you couldn’t resist and blew him a kiss, your fingers gently tracing the air, sending him that small, playful gesture. bucky’s smile grew just a little, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he watched you until the door closed.

sam made his way to the seat next to bucky. he pulled out his chair with one hand, dropped into it with the ease of someone who didn’t care how much protocol. he leaned slightly toward bucky. —want a kiss from me too? —he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for bucky to hear, the reunion still going on around them.

bucky closed his eyes and shook his head.

—this is for you, —sam slid the envelope to him. —i was threatened to not open it so i have no idea what it is.

bucky’s eyes moved down to the envelope, the red stamp of DO NOT OPEN. CLASSIFIED INFORMATION standing out. —you really didn't open it? —he muttered, raising an eyebrow at sam.

—oh, i thought about it, —sam said. he thought about what you told him about the shield and about walker. —but i like my job and i don’t want to test your girl’s patience.

bucky’s eyes fixed on the envelope. he didn’t touch it yet, didn’t move it closer. whatever this was, you’d been serious about it. —she said anything else? —he asked quietly.

—only that it was important… and that if i opened it, she'd give the shield back to walker.

bucky blinked, then let out a quiet exhale that might’ve been a laugh, —she’s terrifying.

—yeah, she is. —sam said with a grin. —you’re into that.

bucky didn’t deny it. he just glanced toward the door like he could still feel you on the other side of it, like he was already counting the minutes until the meeting ended and he could get back to you. but now he had this. another mess. probably something that would take priority before he could even think about catching a quiet moment with you. he huffed quietly, the still going on around them. he finally picked up the envelope from the table and opened it.

his hand reached for the paper inside and slowly, he slid it out.

bucky's eyes opened wide when he saw the dirtiest picture of you printed on that paper. he quickly shoved it down as his mind struggled to process the image. he felt all the blood in his body rushing to his cock and he had to shift in the chair.

sam frowned and bucky threw him a look.

—you said you didn't open this, right?

—no, i didn't. why? what's in there? —sam's eyes moved to the envelope but it was sealed again. was it truly about firing him and finding a new captain america? can they do that?

—nothing.

—nothing? what the hell you mean nothing?

they both kept their eyes fixed forward, posture straight.

—i mean it's nothing you need to worry about.

—you forget i'm captain america, right? you forget i'm the guy that needs to worry? i swear if i get fired and find out you could've warned me...

—i'll take care of this one, cap, don't worry.

the meeting ended up being longer than expected and bucky could feel every minute stretch on and as much as he tried to focus, the pressure of keeping his composure became unbearable.

he swallowed hard, your picture still burned in his mind. he knew that mirror, the one in your shared room, he knew the way your own hands were touching your body, and that way you had positioned yourself... you knew exactly the effect it would have on him. he reached up and tugged at his tie, loosening it. where the hell did you even print that? the office printer? the one in the hallway? he bit the inside of his cheek. god, you were a menace.

sitting still with his hands placed casually on his lap, bucky found himself trying to hide the growing bulge that was becoming impossible to ignore.

you looked up from your desk. the soft knocks in the door of your shared office with bucky caught your attention. the door creaked open just enough for her to peek in, the new intern, a little too nervous for someone delivering a simple message.

—congressman barnes wants to see you, —she said, her voice timid.

you pressed your lips together into a smile and gave her a soft nod. as she turned, you swallowed hard. would he have opened the envelope? was that why he wanted to see you? the thought sent a shiver through you, you'd been waiting for this moment all day. you followed her down the hall until you reached the meeting room. she stepped aside to let you in and you smoothed your hands down the sides of your skirt before pushing the door open.

—congressman barnes, you wanted to see me?

bucky turned his head slightly at your voice, but he didn't move from his place standing by the window. he was still speaking with two men. —yes, please, take a sit. i'll be with you in a minute, —with a subtle move of his hand, he gestured not to any of the empty seats around the table, but his seat. in front of it, placed deliberately, was your envelope.

you nodded, closing the door behind you and walked calmly to the seat. the flap was no longer perfectly tucked in, the edges slightly lifted. he'd seen it. your smile was small, controlled, but undeniably there. behind you, bucky's voice was professional as if he hadn't seen the picture of you completely naked inside that envelope. bucky exchanged a few final words with the remaining men. you watched him out of the corner of your eyes as he walked his colleagues to the door, offering firm handshakes. the door clicked shut behind them and now it was just the two of you.

—you really put that in an official envelope.

you tilted your head, letting your back rest against the seat. you let a smirk show across your lips.

—what? it is classified, isn't it? i figured it deserved official treatment.

bucky didn't look at you, instead, he moved to the large pane glass that separated the meeting room from the hallway. one of his hands raised, gripping the first curtain and pulling it down with a low, smooth sweep. you shifted on your seat.

—oh yeah, it definitely deserves official treatment, but didn't you think what could've happened if sam had opened it?

he pulled down the second curtain. you squeezed your thighs together with urgency, trying to ground yourself. bucky reached for the last courtain slowly, as if he knew exactly what kind of effect he was having on you and was in no rush to ease the tension.

—then sam would've had a very awkward meeting. can't a girl send her man a little encouragement anymore?

the final curtain slid shut, the room private now. just you and bucky.

—that wasn't encouragement, that was sabotage.

bucky moved it to the door and you watched him, pulse quickening, as he reached the handle. with a firm twist, the lock clicked into place. the room was fully sealed now, curtains down, door locked. bucky's eyes found yours as he turned back around, the tension in the air tightening as he walked towards you.

he stood so close you could feel the heat radiating off him and the scent of his cologne around you like a net. you looked at him from your seat, your gaze drawing slowly over the dark fabric of his suit as he undid the single button and his jacket shifted open. then, he pressed his fingertips to the envelope on the table, his body following the motion and leaning in slightly over you.

—so, what exactly was your plan here?

you rose from your chair, really close to bucky, your bodies pressed against each other's. too close for anything innocent. —depends. did it work?

bucky looked down at your lips and then back at your eyes like he was looking for a reason not to lose control. his hand found your waist, fingers firm through the fabric of your skirt, yours slid up his chest, smoothing over the fabric of his shirt as they found his tie.

—you tell me. i've been sitting throught that damn meeting thinking about nothing else.

—then it worked.

he didn't wait anymore. his mouth was on yours in a heartbeat, hot and desperate, his arms going around your body and pulling you closer to him. your fingers curled into the lapel of his jacket but quickly moved to the back of his head, threading into the long roots of his hair, gripping just tightly enough to draw a low sound from his throat. he pushed the chair behind you out of the way as his hands found your waist again, strong, lifting you with ease.

—up, —bucky said, and you didn't need to be told twice.

you let him guide you as you hopped up onto the edge of the large meeting table, the wood cold beneath you in contrast to the heat of your body. your skirt slid up your thighs as bucky stepped in between your legs. he leaned over you slowly as your back instinctively rest against the surface of the table. his hands slid down your thighs, you felt the cold of his left one as he traced your stockings. then, you heard the unmistakable tear of fabric and his vibranium fringers moving your panties to aside.

you wanted to complain and tell him that those were new, but your chest rose and fell with sharp breaths instead, the friction of his suit pants against your aching pussy wasn't enough and the words caught in your throat as his deep blue eyes stayed on yours and he opened his belt and lowered his zipper.

—you really owe me a new pair, —your voice came as a breathy whisper.

his mouth curved into something hungrier than a smile, —i'll get you a drawer full if it means you keep sending me classified material.

bucky's lips found yours before you could say something else as his hand pulled his cock from his underwear and immediately sank the tip inside you.

—gotta be quiet, don't want an audience, —his mouth on yours swallowed your gasp. the glass wall of the meeting room wasn't that thick and people were constantly crossing the hallway outside, voices drifted now and then, reminding you both that you weren't alone in the building.

—can you do that? be good for me?

before you could finish nodding, bucky pushed all of him inside you without previous warning, your legs squeezing his body as a response of his hips meeting yours. his fingers dug into the flesh of one of your thighs as he helped you to encircle them around his waist. his pace fast and hard, knowing that you both didn't have all the time you wanted, that anyone could knock looking for bucky, that someone might need the room next.

it only added to the heat between you. your fingers curled into his long locks of hairs and bucky pressed his forehead against yours, your lips parted, taking in each other's soft moans. if only the building wasn't full of people, god, you'd be screaming his name, tasting the blood in your throat as he groans the filthiest words.

but you had to remain quiet, even when bucky used his whole body to thrust into you, even when he hid his face in the crook of your neck, having a hard time holding back his moans. you hold onto his broad shoulders, crumpling the fabric of his suit jacket with your fists as you tightened around him. bucky mumbled something into your ear that you couldn't quiet decipher what it was, something like yeah, baby, cum for me, that's it, fuck but you were already biting your lower lip as your legs shook around him.

bucky let out a groan, as quiet as possible, when his orgasm hit him. his forehead fell heavy against your shoulder as he emptied himself in you. he also groaned when he had to move away from you. you glanced down in between your legs. you'd go to the bathroom and clean yourself up but the torn fabric of your stocking stretched enough for his cock to made its way won't go away. you looked back up at bucky. —am i supposed to go back to work like this?

he stepped back, huffing a laugh. his fingers worked on the buttons and zipper of his pants. he adjusted his suit jacket and ran a hand through his hair, —acting as if you didn't start it.

you slid off the table, your fingers tugged your black tube skirt down, smoothing the fabric over your thighs and hips. bucky watched you, that familiar spark in his eyes, cheeks a little flushed, you could feel yours warm too. he stepped closer as you tucked your white shirt back into your skirt.

—you handle every classified information like this? —you asked, teasing.

—only the ones that come in black lace and a smug little smile.

you chuckled. bucky slid his arm around your waist, pulling you closer effortlessly and his lips brushed against yours in a quick kiss. when he parted ways, his brows were furrowed.

—what did you tell sam? he seemed worried.

you giggled. —that we were going to fire him and find a new cap.

bucky pressed his lips and nodded, satisfied. —can we do that though?

—probably not, but he is easy to mess with and i made it sound very official.

he chuckled, catching your hand before you could leave the room. —and what about you? planning any more classified memos?

you tilted your head, considering it. —well, did the last one get the job done?

—it stopped a damn national incident.

—then i'd say mission accomplished.

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posting congressman!bucky smut tomorrow!

synopsis – you were supposed to hand congressman!bucky an important document before his meeting but time wasn't on your side. with no other option, you pass the envelope to sam and trust him to deliver it. what's inside? let's just say it turns congressman!bucky's meeting from routine to very interesting.

also my requests for bucky are open! and since the bear is coming back this month i'm also taking requests for carmy and richie!

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idk if its just me but i wish they had kept buckys hair short in thunderbolts

ahh i'm a long hair bucky stan so i was pretty happy hahahha

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hi, can I request an angst+ smut with joel? after breaking up on bad terms, you met him on a random event and you hook up with him? I love your writing 😍 it’s amazing!

maria convinced you to go to the new year's eve party. you wanted to argue, you had a dozen reasons ready, joel and every memory of what happened between you being there was just the biggest one. the idea of being in the same room, breathing the same air, was enough to make your stomach ache. it would be easier to just stay home, to pretend the party wasn’t happening at all.

but the thought of having a night to have fun with the people you cared about softened something inside you. and who knows, maybe the old man wouldn't even show up.

the place was nicely decorated, the lights were soft, warm, tables were pushed to the sides to make room for dancing, and the laughter of everyone filled the space. and what was best, he was nowhere to be found. you walked further inside, the air smelling of wood and something sweet someone must’ve baked specially for the night. you let yourself breathe, maybe you’d worried for nothing.

you poured yourself a drink and joined a group. you’d been on patrol with them a few times. they welcomed you easily, sliding aside to make space, pulling you into whatever story they were laughing about. across the room, someone caught your eye. ellie with dina and jesse. when she caught you looking, you smiled but she didn't smile back, she just pressed her lips into a thin line and looked away.

you tried to rejoin the conversation with your group but all you could think about was the way ellie looked at you. and then in the worst moment possible he appeared, standing just a few feet away, looking tired in that way he always did. his dark eyes scanned the room, until they found you. you rolled your eyes and he clicked his tongue.

you tipped your glass back, finishing your drink in one long swallow. joel looked for tommy. —you told me she wouldn't be here, —tommy just shrugged his shoulder and added a she's part of the community, you can't keep avoiding each other forever. joel huffed.

you avoided each other for the night, successfully. you caught each other looking a couple of times and each time you pretended it didn’t happen.

after midnight, you decided it was time to go home. you said goodbye to tommy and maria and walked out. but then you heard it, the sound of a pair of boots crunching behind you. it was that man, the one who had been bothering you for days. you told tommy about him a couple of times, trying to make it clear how uncomfortable you were, but it hadn’t stopped him.

you kept walking, your pace just a little faster, trying to make it seem like you were just heading home. you heard him calling your name, telling you to stop and talk to him for a second, and by the sound of his voice, he was also drunk as fuck. you breathed as you told yourself it was fine, that you could just get to your place, and then it’d be over. the sounds of the boots on the snow grew louder, closer to you and you turned around.

—i suggest you back off, —joel’s voice dropped even lower. he stood there between you and the man, his posture wide, blocking any path forward. —you sure don’t want to make this a problem, —he added.

you could tell he wasn’t used to being talked to this way.

—just wanna talk to her for a bit, yeah?

when he tried to step forward, his chest met joel’s. joel pinched the bridge of his nose, like he was holding back, controlling something inside him.

—come on, you're not even together anymore, why you care?

he tried one more time and his chest met joel’s again, but this time, he used his weight, pushing against joel’s body, and for a second, joel stumbled back. joel’s eyes burned with something darker. it wasn't just the push, it was the persistent idea behind it. the idea that this man was still trying to force his way past him, still trying to get to you, trying to force you onto something you clearly didn't want. he clenched his jaw so hard you thought his teeth might crack.

joel shoved him off his shoulders with a force that sent him stumbling back. —i said, back off, —joel grunted, his index finger pointing directly at the man. his eyes moved between you and joel, weighing his options. he mumbled something under his breath, something indistinct, before turning to walk off.

you turned around to continue your way to your house but you still heard boots crouching the snow. this time was joel. you exhaled sharply through your nose, feeling the irritation. without stopping, without even looking back, you said, loud, —are you gonna follow me to my house too?

—just making sure you get there in one piece.

you rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't see it. —i don't need your help, joel. i didn't need it then, and i sure as hell don’t need it now.

for a moment, there was only the sound of your boots and his, the snow crunching underfoot. you expected him to say something back, but he didn’t, he just kept walking behind you, silent.

—i said i don't need your fucking help, —you snapped, turning sharply on your heel to face him.

—what makes you think i wanna be out here playin' your fuckin' babysitter instead of inside the party? —he shot back, his voice angry.

—then go. no one asked you to come after me. you never did anyways, —you turned around before he could say anything else as you walked toward your door, digging into your pocket for your keys with shaking fingers from the cold. but you could still feel joel behind you, not too close, just there.

—yeah, well… you never ask for anything. that’s the problem.

you paused, your hand resting on the door, the lock still closed. you clenched your jaw, the familiar bitterness creeping back in and slowly turned your head to look at him. you didn't say anything, just threw him a glance that easily could've killed him. joel stood there, a few feet away, face unreadable, breath visible in the cold air.

you shook your head and unlocked your door. —if i have to ask, ain't fuckin' worthy.

—that what you think? that we weren't worthy?

you opened the door and before you could take a full step inside, joel was already there right behind you, pushing through the threshold like he belonged there. you turned to look at him, standing inside your house. except for the occasional time maria sent him to fix something, joel hadn't been here, in your new home, the one tommy assigned you when you decided to leave the one you shared with joel and ellie.

—yeah, of course i think we weren't fucking worthy. that's why i left.

joel slammed the door behind him angry, making you turn around, eyes wide, disbelief written all over your face. —no, you left because that's what you do, because it's easier that than dealing with anything real. —you were shocked. the audacity of him barging into your home and throwing accusations around.

—you think i left because it was easy? do you even hear yourself right now? —you took a step toward him, fists clenching by your sides, —i left because it was suffocating being around you, because ellie didn't want to know anything about us 'cause of what we did and you decided to push me away too.

—i didn't know how to deal with it, okay?! i didn't know how to fix us! i know i didn't do enough but damn it, i was trying. i was trying and you just walked away like i meant nothing to you.

you froze, staring at him. you could see it now, maybe for the first time. the pain, the regret, the frustration and there was a finally a quiet understatement. the silence between you both grew heavy.

—leave, —you said, low but clear.

joel blinked, —leave? no, —he stated.

your brows furrowed, what did he mean no? —you don't get to say no. this is my home. you don't get to...

joel stepped forward, his hands came up, rough, cupping your face like he still had some right to touch you, like nothing had happened. and he leaned in fast, pressing his lips against yours. your hands connected with his chest to push him and you palm met his face with a clean slap.

his cheek burned where your hand had landed but he didn't touch it, joel just stood there, breathing hard, jaw clenched. your chest rose and fell, every breath sharper with fury. you just looked at each other for a few seconds in silence. you should've screamed, shoved him out the door, slammed it behind him. but instead, goddamn it, you reached for him. grabbing the collar of his jacket, you yanked him down and kissed him.

it wasn't gentle, it wasn't sweet, it was all teeth and breath and desperation. your hands dug into the hair at the back of his head. your back hit the door, breath catching as joel pressed your body with his against the wood behind you. his big hands slid around your waist.

—you're a fucking asshole, —you muttered against his mouth.

—i know, —he whispered back. his fingers started working on the buttons of your coat and you let him.

—this doesn't fix anything, —you stated, also unbuttoning his coat.

—i know, —he repeated.

you pushed the heavy coats from each others shoulders. joel's hands slid beneath your shirt, lifting it with urgency. you raised your arms and let him pull it over your head, your lips connecting again with him immediately after. your fingers moved to his belt, working on the buckle with impatient hands.

joel knelt in front of you with a grunt, the kind that reminded you of the years between you and him. this old man. he looked up at you as he unzipped your jeans and slid them down your hips. you steadied yourself with a hand on his shoulder as he helped you step out of them and then he stood again. your fingers moved to the buttons of his flannel as joel's hand found the base of your neck, not squeezing, just there, his thumb brushing the line of your jaw as he kissed you.

you undid each button one by one and when you pulled it open, your eyes dropped. you bit your lower lip at the sight of his tummy.

joel turned you around, face against the door of your own house, your back meeting his chest. he pulled his cock out of his underwear, giving himself a few pumps before lining himself up against your aching entrance. shit, it's been months since he was this hard it almost hurt. you parted your legs, ready for him, and gasped when joel finally pushed himself inside you.

his forehead came to rest against your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin. for a moment, neither of you moved. then, he started rocking his hips back and forth and you closed your eyes, moaning a fuck, joel was so thick and it had been a long time. you squeezed your eyes tighter, feeling his pace grow faster, needier. your body pressed against the door, its surface cold against your skin, a reminder of the winter outside. you tried not to moan too loud because the door wasn't that think and though most of the town was at the new year's party you never really knew.

but oh if joel wasn't fucking you good. he had pushed all your hair to one side to move his mouth to your ear. —i know you've missed me. i can feel it. this pussy is made only for me, —you nodded to every word, even though you were too lost in the pleasure to fully comprehend what joel was saying. with each thrust of his hips, he mumbled something dirtier. —those boys you've been seeing... —his blood boiled only at the thought of another man touching you. —they can't fuck you like this, can they? i bet they can't make your pussy clench like this, —he said through gritted teeth.

you shook your head, too gone to even thought about answering. he grunted, satisfied. you pressed your palms flat against the wood of the door, feeling how your legs started to weaken. you felt joel's hand cover yours, finger threading through yours as his other arm went around your body to help you and stay on you feet.

you threw your head back as the orgasm hit you, resting it on joel's shoulders. your free hand went to the one he had around your body and squeezed it. joel came a few seconds later, spurting heavy loads of his cum inside you. you swallowed, trying to ease your throat that felt dry from all the moaning. joel didn't move, still pressed behind you. the hand he had laid over yours against the door, moved with yours and also wrapped around you body, hugging you tightly now with his both hands.

he kissed your cheek, his mouth close to your ear, —you good?

you nodded, —you?

—yeah, i think.

you stayed like that, joel still inside you, arms around you, like he didn't want to let go and maybe he couldn't. the silence was heavy, only your breathing filled the space. maybe tomorrow you'd go back to hating each other, to cold glances and pretending like once you hadn't known every inch of each other, body and soul. but right now, you didn't complain, just let yourself lean back into his chest.

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BRING YOUR BUCKY TO SCHOOL DAY 𓂃 𓈒 ❀

congressman!dad!bucky x teacher!mom!reader

synopsis – bucky shows up for family friday day for your daughter.

fluff

she was ecstatic.

you could see how her tiny legs swung eagerly from the edge of the chair as she kicked back and forth. her hair was pulled into two pigtails that bounced with every excited shift in her chair. she kept looking at the door, eyes wide, for the moment she'd been waiting for all week.

today was her day to bring her dad to class, and saying she loved her dad was an understatement. she adored bucky.

you tried to keep the lesson moving, but the other kids were also whispering and giggling, feeding off her energy.

outside the classroom, bucky stood, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. he'd fought hydra operatives, aliens, and androids, he'd stood in congress facing the most ruthless critiques, but none of that had made him sweat like this. he was trained to face enemies, not five-year-olds in circle time. today wasn't about politics or missions, it was about being a good dad, the kind who shows up on time, brings the juice boxes, and knows the names of at least three cartoon characters.

—alright, everyone! —you announced, clapping your hands once to pull the kids' attention back to you. —it's time for family friday! —she sat up straighter than you'd ever seen her, eyes moving fast from the door to you and back to the door. —whose parent is coming today?

a chorus of voices answered all at one, —rebecca's!

—can i please go get him? please? pleasepleaseplease?

you laughed, —of course, go ahead.

and she was out of her seat like a rocket, pigtails bouncing, sneakers squeaking across the classroom as she threw the door open and there he was, just where he said he'd be. bucky's eyes met hers and everything felt lighter, the tight lines around his mouth eased, his lips curved into a smile.

she threw her arms around his waist. the kids inside the classroom leaned across their desks, trying to catch a glimpse of the man they'd heard so much about. bucky gently placed one of his hands in the back of her head, steadying himself more than her.

—hey, little one.

—guys? why don't you come in with all of us? —you asked.

—come on, —rebecca murmured. she grabbed his metal hand without hesitation and led him inside the classroom with all the confidence in the world. it didn't occur to her, not even for a second, that bucky might be nervous because to her, he was the bravest person alive.

as they walked in together, the class went silent except for some surprised gasp and quiet murmur. they both stood in the front of the classroom. your daughter's small hand still gripped his metal fingers. you watched them as bucky said good morning to the class and the kids responded with a chorus of greetings. you and bucky shared a quick look and you showed him a soft smile that you hoped it'd let him know how proud you were of him.

—thank you, mr. barnes, for being here with us today.

—thank you for having me.

the exchange was so formal it felt funny, like you were both playing roles. —okay, rebecca, —you said, the smile still on your lips. you had to remind professional but they were so cute together. your daughter looked at you and let go bucky's hand to approach her desk. she grabbed the piece of paper she'd been writing all week. she hurried back to bucky's side, —why don't you introduce your dad to us?

she nodded and looked up at bucky, her eyes sparkling with pride. then her eyes focused on her uneven handwriting on the paper. bucky watched her with a curious tilt of his head, eyebrows raised. he didn't know there would be a paper, something she'd made just for him. you didn't tell him about it, even though you'd watched her all week in class draft and redraft the paper, brows furrowed in that serious way she got that was just like his.

—this is my dad, —she started, voice weak at first thanks to the mix of nervous and excitement. —his name is james, but everyone calls him bucky, and he's a 108 years old.

a few of the kids exchanged wide-eyed glances, unsure if they'd heard that correctly. bucky gave a subtle glance in your direction and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

—he works in congress. he helps making laws and he has to wear a suit. this suit, —she pointed at bucky's clothes, making sure everyone saw him clearly. the suit was deep blue, the american flag pinned on the lapel. he was so handsome, especially today, with that sparkle in his eyes that only came when he looked at his little girl. —he's also a superhero like my uncle sam and he has fought a lot of bad people with him.

the kids recognized the name sam because if your daughter didn't brag about who his favorite uncle was at least twice a week, it meant she was probably home sick. bucky let out a quiet laugh and shook his head. he always felt like the word superhero was too big for him, like it belonged to the people who hadn't made the mistakes he had. but coming from her, it felt right-sized, even some quiet earned.

—but a long time ago he used to be a soldier and he had to wear this, —she reached under her t shirt, pulling out his dog tags. they dangled from the chain, too long for her tiny frame and almost reached her belly button as she held them up for everyone to see.

—my favorite memory with him is when this summer we traveled with mom to wakanda. i got to see shuri and she showed me a lot of cool things. wakanda is so beautiful, i like it there, —she cleared her throat. she sounded a little robotic reading, trying hard to read each word exactly as she wrote it, which only made her cuter. —i like when he's home. i like when he plays with me and alpine. i like when his hair is long because i can make him pigtails like mine, —she pointed at her own pigtails. the kids in the classroom giggled and so you did.

—i think he's the bravest dad and the funniest and the best one, and he's also my favorite superhero, —she put down the paper when she finished and everyone in the class started clapping for her, even bucky who was trying to hold it together and had to swallow the lump in his throat.

bucky knelt down and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. —you did amazing, bug, thank you, —he whispered. her arms tightened around him.

—it was great, rebecca, thank you, —you said, trying to hide that you've got a little emotional too. —so now, —you clapped, getting everyone's attention. —who has a question for rebecca's dad?

a dozen small hands raised, waving in the air with urgency. some kids even half-stood in their chairs, calling you ms. barnes! ms. barnes! bucky tried not to smile, it felt strange and right at the same time.

—is your dad a robot, 'becca?

your daughter blinked, caught of guard. —he's not a robot, he's my dad, —she looked at you confused. a robot? you smiled to ease her nerves. you knew why the kid was asking, kids notice everything.

—why do you think mr. barnes is a robot?

the kid pointed at bucky's left hand and your daughter's eyes followed his finger. —that's his arm, —she said plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. it was so normal to her that she forgot to mention it on her paper, it was like saying he had brown hair.

—it's metal, —bucky finally spoke, his voice gentle, raising his left arm so the class could get a good look. he slowly opened and closed his fingers, the soft, mechanical sound leaving the kids speechless. —made by really smart people. they built it after i lost my real arm so i could still do everything i used to do.

—and it's so strong and cool, and he can still do everything, like throw me really high in the air and catch me, and also this! —rebecca looked at bucky and he extended his metal arm straight out in front of him, wrist locked. rebecca jumped and wrapped her hands around his forearm, legs swinging beneath her like a tiny acrobat.

a chorus of whoa and giggles filled the room. they asked him a lot of question about his arm: can it break a door? (only if the door really deserves it) can you use it to open pickle jars? (yes) does it hurt, mr. barnes? (not anymore) can it fall off?

—it's not like legos! it's part of him! can your arm fall off? —you daughter said, defensively.

—okay, you can sit now rebecca, thank you, —you jumped gently in before it turned into a debate. she looked at her dad one last time before moving to her desk, —next respectful question for mr. barnes? not about his arm, please, —some kids lowered their hands. —what about if we ask him about his job? —a hand in the back shot up. —yes?

—do you have to do homework in congress?

bucky chuckled, then gave a kid a serious nod. —oh yeah. lots of homework. i have to read really long reports, like this long, —he held his hands apart. —sometimes more. and then i have to write notes and be ready to talk about them in front of a bunch of people.

you bit your lip, fighting the urge to laugh. he did not read a single one of those reports. you shot him a quick, teasing look and he just smiled back at you, as if to say, don't spoil my fun.

—do you live in the white house?

rebecca looked from her sit right, then left, eyebrows raised like she was trying to figure out if the question was a joke. —no! he lives in our house. with me and mom and alpine.

bucky pressed his lips together and nodded, —she's right.

you watched as the questions kept coming, one after another, each more curious than the last. no other dad or mom who had attended to friday family had ever received so many questions. the kids were absolutely fascinated by bucky. and he was handling perfectly, laughing with them, answering to every question kindly, never rushing, making sure each child got their turn, even one of your shyest kids asked him if he could shook his metal hand. bucky looked at you for a quiet okay, then rolled up his sleeve just a little, offering his hand to the kid.

he was doing great and your daughter seemed to know it. she sat up a bit taller, legs still swinging from her chair. while bucky was talking, you caught her sneaking glances at her classmates like saying, see? that's my dad. and the look of pride in rebecca's face as she looked at him calmed every nerve in bucky's body. of course, rebecca didn't know about this but last night, after he tucked her in bed, bucky came into your room, worried about today. what if rebecca realized he wasn't as cool as the other dads? what if she ended up embarrassed by him?

you managed to reassure him enough to get him to sleep but nothing you said compared to the reassurance he felt now, because as he stood there in front of the classroom, surrounded by eager little faces, rebecca's blue eyes, like his, were shining. she wasn't just smiling. she was beaming, like bucky was the best part of her world.

and in the middle of this precious moment, you couldn't help but notice the couple of seats empty at the back of the class.

some parents decided not to bring theirs kids to school that day. when you sent that email to them, announcing that rebecca's dad was next in line for family friday, the last thing you expected was to called into the principal's office the next morning, where you found a handful of moms and dad already seated. are you sure that's appropiate? with his past? some of us are uncomfortable. we don't want our children near him.

you sat through the meeting, jaw tight. be careful, that's my husband you're talking about. you said to one of the moms who was getting to comfortable talking about bucky, tossing around words like unstable and dangerous. you explained that he was pardoned, publicly and legally, so there was no reason to question him. and you said enough, there was no reason you needed to list the therapy appointments, the years of community word, the fact that he woke up every morning wondering if today would be the day everyone finally saw him for who he is, not who he was, all of that for people like them.

and the principal had to side with you. there was no reason for him to stay out of family friday and even though bucky didn't know why those kids weren't here today, and if he asked you wouldn't tell him the truth, you couldn't help but feel bad for him. because he showed up here today just as a dad, doing what be knew best, being there for his daughter.

he stayed during the break and the kids wasted no time. a small group, leaded by rebecca, rushed to him. come on, mr. barnes, we'll show you the reading corner. bucky looked slightly overwhelmed but the smile never left his lips. you moved with them, pointing out little projects hanging on the wall and bucky nodding, paying attention. when the kids huddled up in a corner, discussing which drawings he absolutely had to see first, bucky reached out, his arm slid around your waist as he pulled you closed and you let yourself lean into him.

—you're doing great, —you whispered.

about the drawings, he had already found the one he was most interested in. stuck to the wall, it was almost everything green with colorful flowers and a big lake so he guessed it was meant to be wakanda. in the center were three figures one with your name, next to you it was written me ('becca) and dad (bucky). alpine was there too, a little white cat in the corner, she didn't travel to wakanda but that didn't matter to rebecca, she needed to be included in the drawing.

he pressed a kiss to your temple. you looked at the clock on the wall, —okay, guys, mr. barnes needs to leave now, —you could hear a collective complain, —let's give him a big thank you for coming today.

a chorus of thank you, mr. barnes rang out from the kids, some of them waving excitedly, others wanted one last fist bump from bucky as they called his name, even one, the quietest of your kids, moved toward him and he pressed a golden sticker star onto the vibranium of bucky's hand. —thank you, buddy, —the kid hurried to his place.

rebecca ran to his dad and bucky was quick to catch her in a hug.

—can you stay a bit longer?

—i wish i could, bug, —he pulled back enough to see her face, brushing some dark brown locks like his out of her eyes. —i have to go back to work, but thank you for sharing your class with me, i had so much fun, —rebecca's face scrunched in disappointment, only focusing on the fact that bucky needed to leave. —i'll see you later at home.

—before dinner?

he nodded and she threw her arms around his neck again, tighter this time, hiding her face in the curve of his shoulder. when she finally loosened her grip, bucky gently set her back down on the floor. you walked with him to the door, some kids calling his name one last time. he let out the biggest breath when the door of the class closed behind you, like he'd been holding it in the whole time.

—how was i? i think she was happy, wasn't she? she seemed happy.

you nodded, smiling. —you were amazing, buck, —you tucked in the lapels of his suit jacket, running your thumb over his u.s. flag pin.

—i kept thinking i'd say the wrong thing or that i'd embarrass her.

you shook your head as he spoke. —you didn't. you were patient and funny. she kept looking at you like you hung the moon, —bucky rubbed the back of his neck, you asked, —did you hear what she wrote about you?

bucky's heart shrunk remembering it, her daughter's tiny voice reading out, all proud, and let's said, a bit cocky, like she already knew her dad was the best one. —i want that paper. i'm gonna frame it and put it up in my office.

you laughed and tugged at the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him down to you and pressed a kiss to his lips. he hummed into it, like he'd been craving that exact moment since he slipped out of bed in the early morning. once you pulled back, he placed another quick kiss to your lips.

—i'll see you at home. i cannot wait, i want to hear everything she said about me again, every word.

you playfully slapped his chest, —do not let it get to your head, mr. barnes.

—too late for that, ms. barnes.

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posting more bucky fluff tomorrow !! i don't know but thunderbolts* bucky altered my brain chemistry and i can't stop writing about him being a dad 😞

synopsis ( congressman!bucky x teacher!reader ): bucky shows up for bring your parent to school day at his daughter's elementary school.

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A PLACE FOR YELENA 𓂃 𓈒 ❀

bucky x pregnant!fem!reader

synopsis — after disappearing for weeks, consumed by her own darkness, yelena shows up in your house unexpectedly and decides to reach out to you and bucky, her best friends, just to find out that you're pregnant and you wanted her in your baby's life.

fluff. angst

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you wiped your hands on a towel, the sweet scent of the coffee and cocoa still on your fingers. the kitchen smelled amazing, garlic and tomato from the bubbling lasagna in the oven mixing with the tiramisu you'd just finished layering. you'd been home all day, but not alone. the gentle kicks and soft stirring inside you reminded you that your tiny companion was always there with you. a little smile appeared in your lips as your hands moved to your bump.

bucky left early this morning, pressing a kiss to your forehead and another to your belly, promising he'd be back in time for dinner. so you'd spent all day doing this and that around the house, folding the tiny clothes, each one making you pause and imagine the little body that would soon fill it, playing bucky's old records and napping on the couch, a blanket over your legs and a hand resting protectively on your belly.

the timer on the oven beeped and you opened the door. a wave of the heat and the rich cheesy scent hit you all at one. you closed your eyes and hummed. the baby also seemed to loved because a soft kick nudged at your side. you pulled the lasagna out to take it to the living room table, but when you turned around, you froze.

—oh my god!—you exclaimed, eyes wide as your breath caught in your throat. your heart pounded so hard against your chest, —yelena... hi.

she quickly stood up from the chair, her usual confidence slipping as her blue eyes stared onto your belly. you didn't give her enough time to analyze you because once you placed the lasagna right in the center of the table, you wrapped your arms around her in a tight sudden hug. she hesitated before she hugged you back, like you were made of glass. her arms circled around you but she didn't dare to press her body against yours, like the roundness of your belly was sacred.

—you're pregnant, —she said when you broke away from the hug. her voice was soft, almost in disbelief.

you smiled, —yeah, i am. surprise, —the delicious smell of the food filled the space but yelena's eyes never left your bump.

—but like, so pregnant, oh my god.

you giggled, —that's usually how it works, yeah.

—no, seriously, how far along are you? you're glowing. it's weird. you're glowing and soft and... —she swallowed and waved her hands vaguely in front of your bump, —so pregnant, shit.

you let out a laugh. —i'm eight months but i'm still me. just... slower, rounder and slightly more emotional.

—more emotional? so crying over commercials and talking to plants?

—try crying over baby socks and talking to lasagna.

she nodded, pressing her lips together, trying to keep a straight face. you shifted your weight slightly as the pressure in your lower back appeared again. you put one of your hands behind you, trying to relieve the ache but yelena was quick to notice and without a word, she placed the chair she was previously sitting in behind you.

—thanks, —you said with a sigh as you sat. —what are you doing here? did you talk to bucky? he said he's been trying to reach you, —asking how'd she got into your house felt pointless. if yelena wanted in, no locked doors were going to stop her, yet you didn't mind, she wasn't a threat, not to you at least.

yelena shook her head. —haven't talk to your man in months. i was... just in my apartment and decided to drop by. i don't know, —she muttered, shrugging like it could erase the weight of her words. —i thought about you. about both of you. and i guess i just... showed up.

there was a pause. a real one. you knew what being in her apartment meant for her, especially at this time of the night. she was probably alone, thinking of getting drunk, staring at nothing and trying to hold it together until she couldn't anymore. you slowly nodded but didn't say anything about it. —well, it's your lucky day, there's lasagna for the four of us, —you rubbed your belly, —and the tiramisu is in the fridge.

she blinked, —oh, no. i was just... i just came to see you. i don't want to be a bother.

you tilted your head, —you broke into my house, sat at my table, and commented on my belly. you're already bothering me, you might as well stay for dinner.

you managed to get a laugh from her. in that moment, the front door opened and bucky stepped inside. —babe? i'm h... —but he froze mid-sentence when he saw yelena at the table. it was surprise in his face but there was something warmer too, like he'd just walked into something unexpected but not unwelcome. —either this food smells good enough to summon ghosts or i've officially lost track of who has a spare key.

—yelena's here! —you announced as if he hadn't just noticed her.

—and i bet she didn't come in through the door like a normal person.

yelena just pressed her lips into a guilty smile.

bucky approached you after hanging up his jacket and dropping his keys into the bowl by the door. he leaned in, supporting the weight of his body with a hand behind you on the chair and he kissed your lips. you hummed when he leaned in further and kissed your belly over your pajama shirt.

—you know? you should answer my calls or texts sometime, —he said to yelena. —missed you today, baby. this smells amazing, —he said to you as he kissed your lips one more time.

—i've been busy, —yelena said as she bit the inside of her cheeks.

bucky tilted his head slightly and looked at her, narrowing his eyes. he'd been there, done all of it before he met you. the quiet disappearing with empty explanations, not answering to sam's messages, letting voicemails pile up, just ignoring everything that reminded him that he existed outside the limits of his own perception. so yeah, bucky knew yelena was lying.

—right, —he just said. —just don't disappear.

—i didn't disappear. i just needed a minute.

—a minute's fine, —bucky said. he made his way into the kitchen and pulled out another plate, a glass, a fork and a knife. he returned and set them in front of the empty seat beside yelena. —but you vanish and we worry. she worries.

you nodded, assuring her that you did worry about her.

—i didn't mean to worry anyone.

—you don't have to mean it for it to happen.

yelena finally gave a small nod in return to bucky's words. he met her eyes and slowly nodded back. they were never much of words, the two of them. you had taught bucky how to open up overtime, he used to struggle with it but he got better with your help. but his bond with yelena grew from a very different space, his relationship wasn't shaped by long talks or heartfelt confessions. a strange brother-sister dynamic that was built in the shared silences, exchanged glances, sarcastic jokes and the unspoken comfort of just being there.

bucky stepped back into the kitchen.

—but the important thing, —you gently nudged her chair out, inviting her to sit at the table. —is that you are here now with us.

she finally sat down, her hands resting in her lap as she looked around the table. bucky came back from the kitchen, casually placing a bottle beside yelena's plate. it was her favorite spicy sauce, the one brand she always reached for. she stared at the bottle and then she looked up at you, then at bucky. this and your words you just said did something to her. it wasn't just the sauce, it was the fact that you'd thought of her and left space for her. no one had ever waited for her before, not like that.

—okay, let's eat, —you said, grabbing the big serving spoon. you grabbed yelena's plate, guests first, and served her a generous portion of lasagna. then you turned to bucky's plate and yours last.

yelena grabbed the sauce almost immediately, twisting off the cap and pouring it over her food. she hummed as she took another bite, eyes closing for a second. bucky slid his hand across the table and laced his metal fingers through yours, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

—how did that happen? —she pointed at your belly with her fork.

—you wanna know while we're having dinner? —bucky asked as he raised his eyebrows.

you kicked him softly under the table and yelena rolled her eyes, —no, not that. i mean, how? why now? you guys have been solid for years.

you glanced at bucky, who met your eyes with a little knowing smile, the kind that said, we've been through hell but made it out together. —well, it didn't feel terrifying to think about the future anymore.

bucky gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his metal thumb drawing circles over your skin. yelena didn't say anything right away, she just looked at the two of you for a long moment, like she was trying to decide whether to make a joke or actually feel something. —i was not prepared for all this emotions with my lasagna, —she finally said.

—sorry. hormones, —you let out a breathy laugh.

—she cried over baby socks last week, —bucky said looking at yelena.

—they were so tiny, —you added defensively. —and pink.

yelena's eyes widened as she turned to bucky. she leaned back after finishing her food, folding her arms as if she needed to process that. —pink? bucky barnes... a girl dad?

—terrifying, right?

—ugh, don't listen to him. he's gonna be the best dad. he already is, —you said. bucky smiled as he got up from the table and stacked his, yelena's and your plate to take them to the kitchen. —she's got him wrapped around her little finger already.

—that's the most terrifying part, —he made his way back with the tiramisu, carrying it like it was a treasure. he slid another plate in front of each of you.

during the dessert, you told yelena how bucky spent in the baby aisle what felt like an eternity, trying to choose between two tiny overalls, one with strawberries and the other one with ducks, just to end up buying both. you told her how he talked to your belly in a high pitched voice and how he had somehow ended up in a forum for modern girl dads which he checked every morning over coffee.

—you had gone soft, bucky, —yelena teased him.

—she's gonna need a tough aunt, —you said giggling, your voice casual, like the words had just slipped out without weight. but they hit yelena hard. you wanted her there? in your daughter's life? as her... aunt? she swallowed as she finished her tiramisu. it wasn't a title yelena had ever imagined for herself, not in the kind of life she had, not with everything she carried.

but there you were, offering it to her so easily like it was already decided and across the table, there was bucky, the very picture of someone who had dragged himself through the same kind of darkness she still found herself tangled in. his presence alone was a reminder that things could get better.

yelena shifted slightly in her seat. maybe, after all, she could be someone's aunt.

—this was delicious. did she like it? —bucky moved his hand to your belly, rubbing it gently with his thumb. he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. you placed your hand over his.

you placed your hand over his, —i think she did. she's been kicking all night, so i'd say it was a success.

yelena looked at your belly with wide, curious eyes and you noticed the moment her gaze softened, —come here, —you said to her, offering her your hand. she stood up and moved toward you, her steps uncertain. when she reached your side, she knelt beside you. bucky removed his hand to give yelena the space she needed. you placed her hand in the middle of your belly. for a moment, she was even scared to breath in case she hurt you or the baby, but then, a quick shy smile appeared on her lips.

—i can feel her, —her eyes brightened as she looked up at you. you nodded.

she stayed there for a bit, her fingers pressed against your belly, feeling the kicks against the palm of her hand as bucky took care of everything from the table and moved it to the kitchen. when the room quieted, yelena seemed to come back to herself. she hesitated but then she stood up. it was late, you and the baby needed to sleep.

—you staying for the night?

bucky irrupted in her thoughts and you sighed in relief he did. you and him knew that if she went back to her apartment, she'd be swallowed by the darkness that always seemed to follow her. her lips parted but bucky didn't give her the chance to pull away. —if the couch is okay with you... we've changed the guest room to the baby's room, so that's all we've got but it's all yours for the night.

yelena hesitated again, her eyes moving to the door almost like she was ready to leave, but something held her in place. maybe it was the comfort of not being alone, or the warmth that you two, now three of you, radiated to her. her shoulders relaxed, she thought she could let herself breath for one night. she nodded.

—the couch is fine, thank you.

—great! —you said, relieved that you've managed to keep her with you for a little longer and that fell like a small victory. —do you wanna listen to buck read the baby some bedtime stories? she goes crazy with his voice.

yelena looked at her friend with raised eyebrows, so a couple of months apart and now he was the kind of guy to read bedtime stories. bucky closed his eyes and shook his head, clearly realizing what was coming. —oh, i'd love that, yeah, —she finally said, knowing that bucky would die of embarrassment.

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posting bucky content tomorrow!! i just needed to write something for brother-sister bucky and yelena 😭

bucky x pregnant!reader

synopsis: while bucky is working, you are unexpectedly visited by yelena, who's been struggling with her own darkness. when bucky comes back home, she's comforted by you two, making her feel that she is not alone.

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