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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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set a flame ♡

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Having to hide your relationship because of your status as a commoner, you and Prince James "Bucky" Barnes meet in secret in an old hunting cabin far from the rest of the world. Except, of course, from Sir Steve Rogers, a loyal knight and Bucky's best friend.

Words: 3k

Warnings: secret relationship, threesome, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), knife kink, some body descriptions (plus size reader)

a/n: took some inspiration from the prompts for @buckysbirdie 's ice cream shop writing challenge & @fineanddandy 's 3k/35 3s birthday collection. title from altar by kehlani which I listened to a lot while writing this. moodboard by me, divider by @firefly-graphics

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unbeta'd and edited by me, so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)

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"You're here."

A sudden rush of hair fills your lungs, your body tenses all over when you hear your prince's voice.

"Bucky."

With cautious footsteps his broad form leaves the rotted doorway of the ancient cottage and approaches you slowly like he would a wounded deer.

It would be comical if you didn't feel as frightened as you do. Like you could spook or do any harm at all this beast of a man in front of you.

"My love."

Your breath shudders from your chest as he reaches a hand out to you, opening his arms enough for you to run to them, to fit in between them like you belonged there.

The furs that line his cloak have trapped in the heat from the castle, saving them so Bucky could gift them to you now as you nuzzle in close to his chest.

With a sigh from your lips Bucky finally relaxes.

"I'm sorry I took so long, my love. Why did you not open the hearth? It's freezing in here."

You look up from his chest to where his brow is furrowed.

"I didn't want to start the smoke early and draw attention to our location. Hiding hasn't been easy of late, you know that."

Bucky only grunts and presses a kiss to your head. He pulls his cloak from his shoulders and wraps you in the luxurious velvet and furs.

His arms are as thick as the logs he throws into the hearth. You watch as he rolls his sleeves and stacks them just so before lighting the kindling. It takes a few moments for the fire to really get going. Once Bucky's satisfied he comes to you, lightly coated in soot, lifts you and places you on the bedroll situated on the floor by the fire.

"Better?"

With his big body sandwiching you between him and the flames?

"Much. Thank you."

His thick fingers draw away the hair that rests at the nape of your neck. A light press of his lips has a shudder running down your body all the way to your toes until they're curling in your shoes.

"I've missed you, my love."

The scrape of his stubble rubs against your tender flesh as he whispers into your neck.

"I've missed you too. Why did it take you so long to come to me tonight?"

Bucky's hand leaves your hair to tug on your shoulder, wordlessly asking you to turn to lay on your back, to face him.

The moonlight sneaking through the windows of the cabin only partially illuminates his face, shining on the sharp crystal blue of his eyes.

"What is it, my prince?"

Bucky doesn't answer. Those eyes continue to search your face, run the length of your nose to land on your plush lips. You can feel his desire pulsing through him as the two of you lie under his cloak. His body shifting closer, clinging to you like a second skin. The tip of his pink tongue swipes out against his full bottom lip and you want so badly for him to kiss you.

And like he's reading your mind, your prince does.

Soft and gentle at first, morphing into a deep claiming of your mouth. A man starved, filling you with his tongue, taking your own into his mouth.

"Bucky," you gasp. "My love, please."

He groans, trailing kisses down your jaw as his hand moves to your breast. The thin fabric of your dress is easily torn, pulled apart by your beast in search of your pert nipples.

Bucky finds them with his fingers first, tugging them till they're firm and aching as he grinds his own hardness into your hip.

You're not sure if he's aware he's doing it but his gasps into the curve of your neck only spur more wetness to leak from your core.

The rasp of his fingers against your breast are soon soothed by his laving tongue, hot and wet in the cool air.

"Yes! Bucky," you gasp as he grabs handfuls of your breasts, squeezing them together to lick from one nipple to the other. He groans, smothering his face in your softness, nipping and sucking at your breasts, marking them as his.

Strands of chestnut brown fall free from the bun tied at the nape of his neck as you tug on his hair, the loose tendrils tickling your skin.

"My prince, please. I need you. Touch me, please," you beg and beg, babbling from pleasure. But Bucky doesn't say a word. He feasts from your tits like a babe, suckling and groaning.

Your pleading turns incoherent as he climbs atop you. His length now pressing at the apex of your thighs, pressing into the barrier of your skirts like he's trying to dig you out of their depths.

The heat in your womb builds, churning, making your head spin until the damn breaks and your screaming, spasming against Bucky's overbearing form pressing you into the floor.

"That's it. That's it, my love. Fuck, you're so beautiful."

When the molten waves finally subside you're gasping for air, chest exposed and heaving under your prince's watchful eye.

"An angel. A gift from the heavens."

You see a flash of silver on your left, almost imperceptible through your half-lidded, hazy eyes. But you know from the swift sounds of tearing and the cool slide of metal against your skin that Bucky's drawn his dagger and sliced clean through the middle of your dress to your skirts. Your eyes snap open, taking in the shocking sight of his sharp dagger laying on your soft tummy as he works to slide off the remnants of your dress. The hilt of the blade lies between your breasts, waiting near your heart for its owner to pick it up once again.

"Did you have to ruin my dress though?"

"I'll buy you three more," Bucky leans down to kiss you, once again taking his dagger in hand and twirling it in his nimble fingers before sheathing it. "Better ones even, if you'd like."

"That's not the point," you huff, mourning the loss only briefly before you're imaging wrapping yourself in furs that match Bucky's own. Making a statement to whom you belong.

"Oh, but you look so pretty when you pout," Bucky taps your lower lip. His thick finger pulls it down the slightest bit and you're already opening your mouth wide, inviting him inside.

Your prince slides his finger down your tongue, filling you slowly until he tickles the back of your throat making you gag.

He chuckles, watching how your eyes flutter, how your breathing changes, goes deeper.

"My angel. My love. Come to me."

Bucky kneels over you, watching you watch him as he pulls down his trousers. His thick, oozing length bobs over you before he sits down on the furs, patting his lap for you to come sit.

The furs are soft and forgiving on your knees as you crawl towards him. Your eyes stay on his cock as he circles the base, giving himself a squeeze then stroking long and languid up his length.

Thinking he means for you to ride him you move to straddle him, wrap your thick thighs around his waist, but he stops you.

"No, my love," he doesn't stop stroking his cock as he speaks. You tilt your head, suddenly confused. Did he not...want you anymore? Surely that couldn't be the case. Not after what the two of you just shared. Especially not with his current...predicament in hand.

Bucky's free hand cradles your face, his eyes searching yours.

"What would you think about Sir Steven joining us tonight?"

You freeze. Your stomach flips back and forth. Your heart's suddenly racing, threatening to break free from your chest.

"S-sir Steven?"

"I see how you look at him, my love. How you clench your thighs together when he smiles at you. How you giggle like a schoolgirl when he speaks to you."

You sputter in shock.

"Bucky, I -- I don't know what to say."

Bucky chuckles and lifts your head to kiss you. Your eyes, which had been unable to meet his own, close and you lose yourself for a moment in the sweet softness of his lips.

"I understand, angel," he smiles into your lips. "I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't trust either of you. Sir Steven is my right hand, my best friend. And you, my love, are my everything."

You shook your head, not believing for a moment. Like this was a trap, a trick, too good to be true. The idea of both of these men caring for you...loving you. It was almost too much to bear.

"He's so desperate for a taste of you, my love," Bucky whispers into your ear. "He hungers for your sweet cunt. After all these months standing guard outside this cabin. Hearing me ravage you, treasure you, take you apart, while he can do naught but stand and wait and listen."

Your core clenches, pulses with need as Bucky speaks. You knew in the back of your mind that Steve was out there, had to be in order to protect his prince, but the fact that he was listening, lusting after you silently in the dark. It thrilled you. And it terrified you.

You were thoroughly embarrassed and unsure if you could look Steve in the eye again knowing what you knew now, even though it shouldn't come as a surprise.

"What do you say, my love? One word and he'll be here. Or another and we'll never speak of it again. Either way, know I love you. I always will."

Bucky's so serious it hurts. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, forcing you to look, to know that he means it. He refuses to let you hurt or to let this come between the two of you.

"Yes. Yes, Bucky."

Your prince smiles at you and captures your mouth once more.

"I want to make you feel good, angel. So good."

"You do, Bucky. You will."

"And so will he."

Bucky calls for Steve then and as he walks through the door you're reminded by the chill that you're on your knees, completely bare. You scramble to cover yourself with the tattered remains of your dress.

"No, my love," Bucky stops you, tweaks a bare nipple as he kisses you. "Show him. You're too beautiful a gift to hide away."

Steve sends a small smile your way, kind as always as you meet his gaze.

Slowly, Steve removes his coats and his weapons, keeping them within reach just in case. He approaches you much like Bucky did earlier, as if he's afraid to spook you.

You don't know what to say to this man. Even broader than Bucky in some ways and just as powerful a force. The prince's study blade, always by his side.

Thankfully Steve speaks first.

"May I...kiss you?"

He's kneeling before you, still in his shirt and trousers. The only sound in the cabin besides your breathing and the blood rushing past your ears is the slick sound of Bucky stroking his cock.

With that oddly grounding sound at your back, you find the strength to nod your head. Because you do, God, you do want this.

Steve takes your head in has hands, large and warm like Bucky's, swallowing you up in their care, and he kisses you.

His beard is grown out, not stubbled like Bucky's, but softer on your cheeks and chin as he presses close. Not devouring but tasting, savoring like you're his last meal.

You have to force yourself to stop comparing the two men. The differences between their touch, their tastes, stand out but so do their similarities. And when you have them both here, ready to devour you whole, any time spent pondering instead of soaking up their affections would be a waste.

Steve's kisses grow more urgent, his hands find your waist and travel up your curves to cup your breats. They're sensitive from Bucky's earlier ministrations, tender in spots from love bites and bruises sucked into your skin.

"Jesus, Buck. What were you trying to do, maul the poor girl?," Steve jests to his friend over your shoulder. You can't help but laugh into his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt.

"That little hellcat in your arms has done worse to me before, believe me."

"Oh now I'm a hellcat, my love? What happened to me being your angel?"

Bucky grins and curls his fingers in the air, calling you forth.

"Then show me. Show me how good you are and come swallow my cock."

You gulp and nod, crawling back to Bucky on your knees. You can feel Steve's eyes on you as your hips sway.

"Fuck. Look at you," Steve groans as you bend down and take Bucky into your mouth.

Your prince feels hot and heavy on your tongue. A thick, veiny mouthful that takes a few moments to adjust to a you work up and down his length. Bucky groans, resting a hand in the back of your head, not pressing, just holding you there, keeping you on his cock.

Behind you, you hear the rustle of trousers being removed and slick sound of Steve working his hand over his cock.

You groan around Bucky's length, the idea of Steve watching you take Bucky down your throat making your slit weep, your juices running down your thigh.

Feeling more confident, more brazen, you lift up on your knees, spreading them and arching your back so Steve can see... all of you.

Your knight groans and his hand picks up speed as he watches your dripping, clenching cunt.

"Touch her, Stevie. Go ahead."

Bucky's voice is deep, relaxed, when he speaks. It sends a shudder rushing through you. You'd beg Steve to touch you now if your mouth wasn't full.

Expecting a tentative hand on your back side or finger on your folds, you're shocked and unprepared when you instead feel Steve run his tongue flat up your cunt. From your clit your hole, he licks a wide stripe, collecting your slick on his tongue.

"Oh, fuck! Steve," you gasp, pulling off of Bucky's cock. Your hand works overt his length as you cry out. Steve's wonderful, perfect mouth is sucking on your clit, your folds, savoring every inch of your cunt.

With one thumb he spreads your inner folds open and moves in close to spear your cunt with his tongue. The thick muscle penetrating your walls with an unbelievable hunger.

Bucky was right. Steve desperately wants to completely devour you.

Feeling neglected, even though he loves watching your face contort in pleasure, Bucky takes you by the hair and shoves your mouth back down over his cock.

You jolt in surprise but immediately get back to it, working him over with you mouth and fist, making sure to occasionally tug on his spit slick sac as well. It tightens under your fingers and you know Bucky's close. His legs, shaking as you take him deeper and deeper.

Steve's relentless behind you, still fucking you with his tongue, lapping up every bit of you he can reach. You can hear him still frantically stroking his cock as he feasts from your dripping center.

"Fuck, that's it, angel. Suck me dry."

You take Bucky's cock as far as you can, your nose just brushing the hair at his base, as he shoots molten hot down your throat.

"Fuck!"

Bucky pulls you off his cock and up to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, groaning into your mouth as he tastes himself in your tongue.

Behind you Steve replaces his tongue with two thick fingers and it's only after a few pumps that you're screaming, coming all over his hand and dripping on the furs beneath you.

Seconds after you crumple into Bucky's lap, completely spent, Steve's growling, jerking his cock over your ass, and coating your backside with his hot seed.

"Fucking hell, angel."

Bucky pulls your limp body up for another kiss then turns your head to face Steve. The blond kisses you, licking away some of Bucky's cum from your chin that dribbled out.

Bucky lays you down, curls you up in his side as his knight cleans your backside with some fabric from your dress. The poor garment has seen too much tonight.

Once Steve has finished he goes to dress again, to return to his post outside.

"Stevie."

His head whips around to look at you, halfway done lacing up his trousers.

"Stay. Please. For a little while?"

Steve looks from you to the door and back again, unsure.

"Your prince orders you to stay," Bucky mumbles, already starting to fall asleep.

"Oh, shut up, Buck."

You giggle as you reach out for Steve, your lovely, golden-tongued knight. Pulling him into the warm furs in front of you with Bucky lightly snoring at your back.

Steve is hesitant, shy almost, like you were before he dove his face into your private bits.

"Thank you, Stevie."

"Well, what the prince says goes," he shrugs.

"No. For keeping us safe. For keeping our secret safe," you raise your hand to his strong chest, feeling his heart beating a strong, steady rhythm under your palm. "It's hard, loving someone quietly like this. Hiding it when you know it could be taken away. So...thank you. For keeping us safe. And for loving us too."

Steve sucks in a breath, like he thought you didn't know, couldn't see how he felt. You saw it when he looked at Bucky too. You knew how they cared for each other.

"Until tonight I thought I might've been imagining things. Thinking that maybe we didn't all feel the same. That you didn't feel the same. So I ignored it. Until Bucky asked me if I would let you in. I thought I was hiding it so well, how much I care for you. But Bucky could see it, could see that I care for you as much as I do for him."

Steve stared at you in awe.

"Bucky's a fool if he thinks this is going to be a one time thing," you smile at Steve, biting your lip and trying not to laugh and wake the oaf behind you.

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hellsenthero · 2 years

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Requests!

Good news to all Moon Knight fans who enjoy my work... I'm now accepting requests for Reader X Moon Boys.

I'll still be doing fics for Bucky X Reader and Stucky X Reader. Now I'm just adding to the list!

Feel free to send in your request/prompts!

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myfictionaldreams · 7 months

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Duke, Duchess and Knights // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You get so lost in the fantasy dream that when it turns into a nightmare, you're not sure what reality is when you wake up screaming.

Requested by: @proseraphine - im sorry it's not exactly what you requested but I hope you like it regardless!

Tags: polyamory, angst, fluff, nightmares, panick attack, crying, mentions of murder, fantasy au, comfort

Words: 2.1 k

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There’s a mixture of muffled, panicked voices as you drift between sleep and reality.

“Doll, wake up! You’re just dreaming; listen to me, you need to wake up!”. The voice shouting for you to wake up sounded recognisable, but something more high-pitched was covering the sound of the voice you wanted to drift further towards. Someone was screaming, terrifyingly loud and shrill, and it took a couple of breaths to realise that it was you who sounded so frightened and fearful.

Upon this realisation, the unconscious world you’d been trapped in disappeared as you came back to full consciousness, attempting to sit bolt upright but found that you were being held up already. With the seconds it took for your eyes to dart around at your surroundings, you became aware of a few things.

One that Bucky was currently sitting in the middle of the bed with you between his legs, your head resting back against his shoulders and back against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around your body to keep you in position. Two, that Steve was kneeling in front of you, his eyes so fearfully large and face drained of any colour as he reached to cup your face.

Everything felt incredibly disorienting; the room was spinning, and dark patches were edging around your eyesight. Not only that, but you were in uncomfortable pain, specifically in the centre of your chest and throat, presumably from the screaming you’d been doing for god-knows how long. There also seemed to be an unsettling amount of fluids coating your face and body, and only then did you realise that you were also crying hysterically.

“Baby, look at me. I need you to listen to me and take a deep breath, " Steve instructs, panic coating every word he speaks, only adding to your fear that something is incredibly wrong.

You try, though. Try to open your mouth to take a breath, but it felt like someone was wrapping their hands around your lungs so that you couldn’t draw a breath. The lack of air added to your disorientation and dizziness, feeling like you were trapped in your own body.

The hands around your face tightened to bring your attention back to Steve as he rolled his shoulders and attempted to relax his facial features to look as calm as possible. “Keep looking at me, Sweetheart. Now, I want you to try again and take a deep breath, slowly, like this” he then proceeds to take a deep, slow breath through his nose and out of his mouth.

You try and copy but still find it a struggle to open your lungs as your body seems to be still trapped within the state of fear caused by your nightmare. A chaste kiss to the side of your head captures your attention as a different voice begins to talk from behind, “It’s okay. I’ve got you, Mama. Breath in nice and slow and out through your mouth”, Bucky repeats Steve instructions as he continued to hold you. Only then did you realise that he was forcing his chest to move up and down to mimic the slow breathing, giving you something to ground yourself to and copy the movements yourself.

The next breath that you take is shaky but enough to fill your lungs that you can release a desperate sob.

“That’s good, really good. But I need you to do it a few more times for me. That’s it, breathe in again and out slowly, " Steve instructs, giving you a soft smile that would have melted your heart in any other circumstance.

Each breath had the tightness easing in your chest as you began to relax into Bucky’s hold until you could breathe without the fear of becoming trapped by a panic attack. However, as your breathing eased, this gave you the energy to pathetically sob and weep, reaching to grip both Steve and Bucky’s arms, needing to feel their warmth and touch.

“Shhh, it’s ok, we’re here. We aren’t going anywhere. You’re safe, Baby girl”, Steve spoke delicately, his voice audible over a whisper as he made you feel safe in the room with him and Bucky.

“I- I- Thought- It felt so real-” you choke on the words tumbling out. Everything was so intense and overwhelming that even though you knew you weren’t in any danger, the hysterics continued. Bucky rocked his body gently to try to calm you down as Steve’s thumbs attempted to catch the endless flow of tears, but eventually, his hands were soaked, and he used the corner of the blanket on the bed to dry your face.

“Try to relax for us. Whatever you dreamt about wasn’t real; none of it was true. You’re safe with me and Steve, and you always will be”, Bucky reassures as he pulls your body closer to his so you are in a tight cocoon of his arms around your waist.

Steve inches forward as well, pressing his bare chest against your face and arms around the back of Bucky’s so that you are in a boyfriend's sandwich. The warmth surrounded every part of you, like they were human radiators, calming you down to the centre of your being. The hysterical sobs quieted enough that you were now only sniffling with hiccups, attempting to manage your emotions adequately to lean into them further.

Your eyes were sore and slightly swollen, and your throat was burning from the screaming and crying. It had been such a long time since a nightmare had rocked you to the very core like this; however, usually, it was due to something from your past, not the fantasy journey your unconscious mind seemed to take you to.

“It’s so stupid”, you admit after a couple of silent minutes, nuzzling your aching face into the shoulder of Steve, savouring further his warmth and muscles that flexed at the action.

Steve leans back slightly but only to kiss your temple carefully, “What’s stupid?” he asks.

“My dream or, I guess, my nightmare. Whatever it was, it was so stupid to overreact the way I have, but it just felt so real”.

Bucky shifted the arms around your waist so his metal fingers interlocked with your smaller hand, cradling it and drawing circles in your palm with his thumb. “Doll, whatever your nightmare was about, it’s not stupid, especially to have frightened you this much. You know we’ll always be here for you, whether you want to tell us what happened or not. But, from my personal experiences with nightmares, it might feel better to talk to someone”.

You sigh, knowing he was right and you’d had to do this exact sort of care with him on multiple occasions when he had nightmares from his past as an assassin. Taking a steading breath and letting the air out slowly through your mouth, you tilted your upper body to look up and between your two boyfriends to begin explaining your dream.

“You both…died. I mean- we all died in the nightmare, but I had to watch you both die first” As you remembered the horror of seeing the light leave Steve and Bucky’s eyes, a tear escaped yours, landing on Bucky’s arm. “I only woke up from the nightmare because I died in the dream and could hear you both shouting. I thought it was some sort of weird afterlife that I’d fallen into”.

Steve dips his face lower to meet yours, his nose nudging the very tip of yours, drawing a smile to your lips at the soft touch. “That’s not stupid at all. It was all just a dream; we’re very much still alive. Don’t worry about that, Sweetheart”.

Sighing, you close your eyes for a moment, not because of the sadness quickly easing away from your tense limbs but because you remembered the rest of your dream. Each of your cheeks warmed in embarrassment as you avoided looking either of them in the eye. “It’s not the death that was the stupid part; it was just the part that scared me the most. I was quite enjoying the rest of the dream before all of the death, but you’re going to think it’s silly2.

Steve and Bucky share a confused look between themselves. “Anything you tell us won’t be silly or stupid. You’ve seen what Stevie here draws in his spare time. Can’t be more silly than monkeys riding on unicycles.” Bucky tries to cheer you up, and it works as you giggle against his chest as Steve gives his boyfriend a deadpan head tilt.

As you look between the blonde and brunette Mafia men, you already know you will regret telling them. “Promise me that you won’t laugh at me”.

“Baby, there’s no way I’m laughing at anything you say, especially after just watching you nearly have a panic attack”, Steve concludes as Bucky nods with his words.

Trying to breathe away the tension in your body, you begin to tell them the intricate details of your dream that consequently shifted to your worst nightmare. It was a land you’d never heard of before, thick with orange-shaded trees as Autumn drew in. You were in a ridiculously lavish dress. Steve sat beside you in his golden attire as the carriage rocked with the uneven path.

You were the Duchess of the land whilst Steve was the Duke. The two of you were targets for many dark forces, which was where Bucky came into the dream, saving you both on your travels as attackers went for the carriage. Thankfully, Bucky, a local knight, had saved the two of you, and eventually, as the dream spilt through snippets of a relationship, the duo became a trio. It was all whimsical and light-hearted as it seemed to parallel your life with both of them, but it was in this fantasy universe.

The dream, however, started to darken into a nightmare as the three of you were captured by the forces who had been seeking to find you and Steve. “I don’t know, it was like some sort of fantasy novel in my head, and it was all so peaceful, but then everything changed so quickly. I had to watch you both be killed by Bucky’s own sword, which then was shoved into my chest just before I woke up”.

As you recalled their fictional deaths, you visibly shook as fear began to spark through your body once more. Steve moved first, kissing your cheek a few times to help keep that anxiety away, “Well, it was all just a dream, nothing to be frightened of, Sweetheart. And that wasn’t stupid or stilly, was it, Bucky?” Steve asks his boyfriend with a glare.

You look up, confused by the negative look from Steve, only to find Bucky holding in a laugh as he nods but then cracks, releasing a light-hearted laugh. You release the hold on his hand but only so you can swat at his shoulder, even more embarrassed than before as you look towards the wall, away from them both.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, it’s just - what kind of an idiot gets killed by his own sword?” Bucky asks, laughing and causing you to sway on the bed as his chest vibrates with his chuckles.

Despite the embarrassment, you couldn’t help the smile teasing your lips, “You told me you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry; I promise I’ll stop laughing; just give me time to process this all”. Taking a deep breath, Bucky attempts to compose himself, but as soon as you both catch eye contact again, the three of you laugh at the entire situation.

“At least we know Bucky’s a dumbass in this world and your dreams”, Steve casually mentions as he kisses beneath your jaw.

“Hey! At least I had a sword; your lazy ass still needed saving, even in her dreams. What does that say about you?” Bucky counters, making you laugh even harder and cling to both men.

“For two of the most powerful people in Brooklyn, you really are just a couple of goofballs”, you say whilst lovingly cupping both of their faces, kissing each of them in turn. “Thank you for helping me through my panic attack”.

“You’re most welcome, your royal duchess. Your noble knight will always be here to protect you”, Bucky joked in an emphasised lower tone that only caused you to laugh harder.

Steve rolls his eyes, but you can see his attempts at trying to hide his smile as he looks between Bucky and you. “I do think we need to stop watching Game of Thrones before bed”.

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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Indecent Proposal (9.2)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: tension, sexy mobsters, fluff, talk about sex, making out, voyeurism, established Stucky, mentions of a foot job

Indecent Proposal (9)

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“Our pretty angel is still asleep Stevie,” Bucky smirks while watching his husband stare at you. “What are your plans for tonight? Do you want to go easy on her or ruin her completely?”

Steve smirks. “I will make her feel so good and fill her up. Our sweet doll will melt in my arms, just like you did when I kissed you for the first time. But we need to go easy on her only for today. She needs a rest, or we will break her.”

Bucky laughs. “Baby, it was you whimpering after I shoved my tongue down your throat and my hand down your pants. You’ve been putty in my arms.”

“I think you remember wrong, Buck!” Steve’s eyes darken and he purses his lips. “You were the one moaning my name first.”

“Because you were so damn good a sucking cock,” Bucky grins. “You still are the best, baby. No one can compare with that dirty mouth of yours.”

“Debatable, babe,” Steve shrugs. “I agree on the fact that I’m the best at sucking your dick.”

“So…breakfast and naughtiness or only breakfast…?” Bucky hopefully looks at his husband.

“Well, you are already needy, and we should let Y/N sleep a little longer,” Steve slaps his husband’s ass. “In the showers, dirty boy. I want you to scrub the naughtiness off your skin.”

“Ha, like hell,” Bucky snickers and runs off, shaking his ass on purpose. “Catch me if you can, Stevie. If you catch me, you can scrub the naughtiness off my back.”

“How do you feel?” Bucky smirks knowingly as you hobble toward the kitchen counter. “What about breakfast? Ready to shovel down all the delicious food we made for you?”

You quirk a brow at Steve. “You made all of this?” While you glance at the food, Steve and Bucky look at each other. “Really?” You grab a plate and a fork.

“Uh-the cook made it,” Steve admits, earning a punch to his biceps from Bucky. “Hey, we don’t lie in our relationship.” Steve points out. “Y/N is part of this relationship too, and we won’t start it with lying to her.”

“Ah, we are playing knight in shiny armor today,” Bucky clicks his tongue. “I can be so good too. I can play houseman and use the vacuum cleaner.”

Steve snorts at his husband’s antics. “Buck, calm down. I only meant that we shouldn’t start our relationship with Y/N with a lie. She already knows that we are no angels.”

“How about we eat that food your cook made,” you step between the men to stop them from fighting. You don’t know yet that this is not a fight, but flirty banter. “It smells great.”

“You heard our girl, she’s hungry.”

“For cock?” Bucky grins. “Right, baby doll. You like a good cock.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Yes, I do,” you pat his chest. “But now that my brain is working again, we should talk a little before I eat your husband alive.” You turn around to wrap your arms around Steve’s neck. “Right, pretty man. I’m gonna ride that dick tonight.”

“Uh-huh,” Bucky slaps your ass. “This lady is hungry for you, Stevie. I’m afraid you cannot go easy on her. She wants to eat you alive.”

“First I want to eat pancakes and some eggs,” you snicker. “But I wanna sit in Stevie’s lap this morning. Maybe rub Bucky’s cock with my foot.”

“What?” Bucky choked on the coffee he tried to drink while you turned your attention toward his husband.

You look over your shoulder, smirking. “Don’t you like a good foot job, Bucky? I can make you cum only using my cute toes.”

“She’s a maniac Stevie and I love it!” Bucky is giddy to explore all of your kinks with you and Steve. “She’s a dirty girl too.”

“No sex this morning,” Steve tuts. “Y/N is right. We need to talk about a few things. The sex with both of you is amazing, and watching you is a turn-on. But we wanted to have her in our lives for more than good sex.”

“I wanna sit on your lap while we discuss all the things we forgot to talk about before we started,” you push Steve onto one of the chairs and hop onto his lap. “That’s better.” You grin and press your lips to Steve’s.

“The most important thing is to agree that we never lie to each other. This relationship and having a baby together will only work out if we are all on the same side.” Steve says and points out that they lied to you before.

“We agreed to not kill Scott but-“ Bucky huffs as his husband throws him an angry look. “What?” The brunette shrugs. “You wanted us to be completely honest. In all honesty, I enjoyed getting rid of that piece of shit.”

“You killed Scott,” you hum, and hide your face in Steve’s neck to nibble at his sweet spot. “Good. I think he was talking to the cops. I cannot risk that my men get arrested. How shall I survive without their cocks pounding me at least once per day.”

“What?” Steve and Bucky hiccup in unison.

“What?” You lift your head to smirk at Steve. “I knew that you wouldn’t kill him for me after I asked you to do so. But I knew that you would kill him for yourself because he lied to you. That hurt your ego and pride.” You giggle as Steve looks at you like you grew a second head. “I just had to lean back and act like I didn’t hear about his death already.”

“A match made in hell,” Bucky starts cackling loudly. “Stevie, she’s the one!”

Part 10

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

The relationship was forbidden, you knew the risks and you knew what the punishment would be if you were found out — oh, the court scandal it would cause. It didn’t deter the need to see them, though, nor the bout of friendly competition you craved.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♔ Stableboys!Stucky x Princess!F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ♔ My first Royalty AU!

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𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The grounds were alive – knights and commoners mingling as they went about their day, and you managed a small smile at everyone that bowed or curtsied as you passed. Your guards, a parade more so for show than protection, flanked your side while your friend and court lady, Kate, strode just a step behind you.

It was a pleasant day, too. The sun’s rays cast brightly across the vividly painted buildings and brought life to even the darkest shadows, a light pleasant breeze moved your hair and ruffled the hem of your dress – which in all fairness, you despised. Being trapped in the godforsaken dress your mother had insisted upon was a burden almost as heavy as the tiara back in your wing of the castle.

You craved freedom. To ride alongside the guards and the knights, to work amongst the commoners – to learn what it was like for your people. There was freedom in normalcy, in lack of extravagance, and you feared you’d never know, nor experience it.

That changed, however, when the head of the stable hired two young men from the populace to help in his ageing years.

“I cannot chase the horses much longer, my lady,” John had said. A wince of pain and a note of breathlessness in his voice. You were saddened, struck suddenly by just how old he was – the man that had taught you everything there was to know about horses, especially yours. “There will be two new hands in the coming days. They are coming from the outskirts, but I am assured they will take the greatest care of your beloved.”

In your grief – not only for him stepping down to enjoy a much deserved retirement, but for when the day would come, it would be severely frowned upon to see him again – you could only smile softly at him and place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. The display of affection would have been frowned upon, but you were alone with your mentor – there was no one around to judge nor crucify you.

A couple of days after John had told you the news, the new stable boys arrived, as expected, bright and early. The announcement of their arrival had roused you from your quarters faster than Kate could call out after you to slow down. You had spent the day down in the stables with them, learning their names and intrigued by the way they interacted with the horses, and one another.

There was a tenderness you couldn’t explain between them. The soft tones of their voices, and their happy smiles – it was like you were watching your parents, it was only then when you realised that they were not all that they seemed.

“Your Highness!”

Startled back to the present, your gaze snapped to the stable doors, and you grinned. James was standing at the open door, two bales of hay in his arms and a bright smile on his face. He didn’t rush towards you as he had every other time he had greeted you, so you chose to lengthen your stride and cover the distance.

“Hello, James,” you said happily, and you heard Kate scoff quietly behind you. “How do you do?”

“Just fine, my lady,” Bucky winked, and he gestured inside the barn with a nod of his head. “Come see Steve, he will be happy to see you.”

“I’m sure he would,” Kate mumbled, and you shot her a look. “What? It’s not like it’s not obvious.”

“Hush, Kate,” you whispered back, pulling her along while the guards stood at attention either side of the wide doorway. Kate only rolled her eyes and threw you a knowing smirk, which you didn’t dignify with a response.

The guard’s horses looked over as you strode down between the stalls and you stopped to pat every single one, a low nicker or snort in greeting all you received in return, but you knew by their soft eyes and relaxed ears they were happy; well loved and cared for, as they should be.

“Stevie,” Bucky called, and Steve poked his head around the end stall, his face already smudged with dirt and blond hair filled with straw. “Her Highness is here.”

“I see that, Buck,” Steve said, grinning just as bright. You smiled back when he inclined his head.

It was all for show, this you knew – had you been alone, both he and James would have embraced you tightly, and you would have sighed happily at being back in their arms.

Idle chatter took place as they greeted Kate, and you wandered over to the stall opposite, peering inside to find your steed dozing lazily. “Hello, my love,” you whispered, watching while her ears perked up and her eyes brightened. “How are you doing? I have missed you,” you cooed, taking her muzzle in your hands and scratching gently.

“She has been very well behaved,” Steve said suddenly, standing just behind you to reach over and scratch your mare’s ears. “She has missed you too,” he continued, before lowering his voice so only you could hear, “so have we.”

“Kate,” you called suddenly, and out of nowhere she appeared at your shoulder. “See that the guard arranges for me to take the trails, I feel the need to stretch my legs. I shall not need protection for both Steve and James will take me.”

The air became heavy with apprehension and you continued to stare at Kate, watching as her doubtful gaze and nervous fidgeting turned into an unbearable smugness. “I will see to it.”

James was staring between you and Kate before he looked at Steve, eyebrows raised. You watched Kate walk towards the barn door and pause just by the head guard, talking quietly and then she pulled him along, the others falling in step.

“That was easy,” you said. Both James and Steve laughed.

“Where are we going, exactly?” James asked, standing close to Steve. It was endearing to see them so close. It was as affectionate as they could be with one another out in the open. “I mean, I have no objections, but Princess, there are not many places we could take you and be hidden away from prying eyes…”

You smirked. “Sure there are, handsome.”

Steve snorted and James opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it in favour of narrowing his eyes at you – the grey of his eyes turning dark with suspicion.

“Your clothes are still in there,” Steve said, pointing towards a closed door that led to where the royal guard’s tack was stored. “We will saddle up.” The two of them turned to two stalls, but stopped when you took one step towards the closed door. “Do you need help getting out of- you know,” Steve asked, pointing at the corset.

It was James’ turn to snort and you shook your head, chuckling quietly. “Nice try,” James said, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “Real nice try, punk.”

“Can you blame me for trying?” Steve questioned, raising his hands in surrender.

You only continued to shake your head and strode to the tack room, leaving the two fools to laugh and ready the horses. The outfit was nondescript, a simple pair of riding trousers and knee high boots, and since you planned on giving Steve and Bucky a run for their money, it was an easy way to blend in – no one would be able to tell that you were a royal as you rode past them as fast as the wind.

Two sabres were hidden by the door when you turned to exit, and you grabbed them, pulling down two belts from the wall that were hidden behind bridles. They would need them considering they were covertly master swordsmen, and you would feel safer, too – leaving the grounds without your guards still felt much too foreign, frightening to consider not having actual protection.

“We’re ready, Princess,” Bucky said, his words muffled by the wooden door. “Are you okay in there?”

In lieu of an answer, you opened the door and allowed James a singular second of shock to see you in such attire, before you strode forward, dramatically ushering him out of the stupor he was stuck in and then shoving a sabre and belt into his hands. “We have little time before sun down, James, let us move.”

Steve gratefully accepted the belt and sabre, while Bucky stood there, stunned.

You then heard a muffled curse and smirked, making a show of swiftly mounting your mare and hearing James and Steve follow suit. “Where to?” Steve asked, fastening the belt around his waist.

“Orchard,” you stated simply. Your mare strode forward as you squeezed her sides and you smiled, feeling the sun on your skin and the breeze in your hair.

Steve and James followed closely behind on their own horses, flanking you like your guards would and they eyed the crowd until you reached the gates of the fence circling the grounds. Turning in your saddle slightly, you watched the two of them exchange glances, hesitant and confused. “What is it?” James asked, brow raised as he stared into your face.

“Race you there?”

“What?” Steve gaped. He suddenly started shaking his head and you pouted.

“Winner gets-” You trailed off, coyly stalling for time so you could shift in the saddle, your mare seeming to sense the friendly competition brewing and pawing the ground. “I know,” you gasped, making both boys jump. “Winner gets a kiss.”

“Oh, you’re on,” James said fiercely, a proud smirk on his lips. Steve still looked hesitant. “C’mon, punk, you know you want to, you want her-”

“Enough! Enough,” Steve called, blushing bright red.

You grinned triumphantly and turned to face forward, setting yourself up properly in the saddle and slacking the reins. James and Steve walked their horses to stand either side of you and the air crackled with tension, an excitement like no other – you felt alive, and determined to win.

“Ready?” Steve smirked, and Bucky nodded. “May the best man win,” you goaded, and your mare leapt into a gallop, tearing down the lane while you whooped.

The wind whipped your hair back and you breathed slowly, steadily while your mare galloped, the strong muscles of her back and side rippled with the effort – she wasn’t slowing down, she was gaining ground and she was gaining it fast. “Go, girl!”

Muffled shouts of protest echoed from behind you, but you ignored them, leaning forward and slacking the reins even more and letting your steed run – the strides of her powerful legs just as fast as the blood pumping through your veins.

It was unlike anything else, feeling the fierce power between your knees and the trust that flowed from your hands into the animal carrying you. There was no way to replicate it. The realisation made you breathless and you squeezed your legs just a little tighter, willing the impossible – like magic, your mare snorted and hastened, the speed almost throwing you from the saddle.

You couldn’t help it, you cried out in exhilaration, your hands coming to rest on your mare’s neck while she tore around a bend, not slowing the slightest. “Almost there, girl, c’mon,” you rushed, and she huffed, powering impossibly faster.

“Oh, come on!” Steve yelled, and you chanced a glance over your shoulder, only to laugh. James had overtaken him and had swerved to cut him off – looking not in the slightest sorry for his skulduggery.

The trees of the orchard loomed, turning the once green trail into blooms of colour; gold, orange, and red flew by, painting a mural you would associate with victory. “Whoa, girl, easy,” you soothed, taking the reins and tightening them so she would slow to a canter, then a trot, and finally, a walk. “We won!”

Steve and James slowed their stallions to a walk, panting with the rush and grinning widely. “That you did, sweetheart,” James said, dismounting swiftly and walking towards a grove of trees. Your heart quickened at the endearment that he saved for when the three of you were truly alone. “You know what that means?”

“Yeah, rub it in, why don’t you, Buck?” Steve lamented, pouting while he followed behind his lover like a kicked lamb.

“Oh, boys,” you cooed, dismounting and letting your mare catch her breath. The trees James led you to were close to one another, shrouding a small clearing from view of any passerby. It was the perfect hideaway – no one would find you here. “I think I want to claim my prize,” you mused, coming to a standstill just behind the two stableboys. “But I don’t know how I want it.”

Both James and Steve turned to stare at you, and you looked at them through your lashes, a small, playful smile quirking your lips.

“I know of a way, precious,” Steve said, and he crowded you against a tree. The rough skin of his hand brushed against your cheek and you chased his lips. He swallowed the quiet gasp that you couldn’t suppress when he placed his lips over yours for a hungry kiss, claiming you in the way he knew you liked.

“Hey, what about me?” James pouted, and Steve was suddenly ripped away from you, only to be pulled into a rough kiss with James, the show making your thighs squeeze tightly together.

You became impatient and pulled at James’ arm, whining quietly and slotting yourself between them and asserting that you were not pleased with being left out. “I believe I am the one that won that race.”

Both of them chuckled quietly. “You did, sweetheart,” James purred and you looked up at him while Steve pressed close, his front flush with your back.

“You deserve your reward – what d’you say, Buck?” Steve asked, moving his arm to wrap around your stomach and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Oh, she does,” James replied. A harsh breath left you as Steve lightly bit the juncture of your neck and shoulder. James smirked. “That she does.”

It was dark by the time the three of you reached the stables back home, and you couldn’t help but feel excited for another excuse for a race – Kate’s smug smile and knowing glint in her eyes be damned.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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Masterlist 1

Emoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find masterlist 2 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

An understanding between artists

Steve is in love with the male reader and outed

Police officer Steve Rogers x male reader

-Bucky Barnes

Werewolf Bucky x vampire male reader

“Can you please come get me?” drabble

“You’re gonna be okay, baby, just breathe. It’s all going to be fine.” Drabble

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who has a prosthetic arm

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who likes pastel and sanrio

-Poly Stucky

Relaxing on a snowy morning part 1

A snowy evening (Relaxing on a snowy morning part 2)

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 1

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 2

Poly Stucky x shapeshifter male reader who turns into a wolf pup

-Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Ftm teen reader

Tony Stark x top rival male reader

-Loki Laufeyson

Loki x Tank/Healer male reader

-Moon Knight (Marc, Steven and Jake)

Marc and Steven being comforted by the reader after being yelled at

Shower fun with Marc❤️

Khonshu x ftm reader

Steven Grant x Monster/Non human male reader

Sub Jake Lockley x Dom male reader (scent and Collar)❤️

Jake Lockley x ftm reader❤️

Sub Jake Lockey x Dom reader, Alleyway❤️

Moonboys with male reader who says the safeword

Moonboys x ftm reader who was harrassed for being gay and trans

Moonboys with a flirty male reader and how he flusters them

Moonboys with a tall and buff male reader

Steven Grant venting to his boyfriend

-multiple

Nine realm headcanons

Bucky and Loki x Oblivious male reader

Avengers forgetting about your anniversary

Marvel x Eldritch horror male reader

Marvel Characters reacting to reader suprise hugging them

-Dick Grayson

Lazy-day

Dick Grayson x male reader meeting at a gala part 1

Dick Grayson x Male reader meeting at a gala part 2

Dick Grayson x male reader, undercover❤️

Dick Grayson x ftm reader who is dysphoric

Dick Grayson x Possesive dom male reader❤️

Dick Grayson x former circus performer male reader

Dick Grayson nsfw alphabet❤️

Dick Grayson with a ftm reader whos been deadnamed and misgendered on purpose

Dick Grayson being brought into subspace by the reader with sparring❤️(ish?)

-Jason Todd

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader part 2❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom male reader, desperate for each others touch❤️

Jason Todd nsfw alphabet❤️

Jason Todd being insecure about his appearence with an artist reader

Jason having flashbacks as the reader stitches him up

Jason with a male reader whos older and is like his sugar daddy ❤️

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake trying to flirt with a Tiefling reader but he has no idea how

-Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne and speedster male reader who he hates but starts to like

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne nsfw alphabet❤️

-Klarion

Klarion x young justice hero male reader

-Edward Nashton/The Riddler (2022)

Reader comforts Edward when hes working

Edward and the reader are obsessed with each other

Edward x male reader whos a huge romantic

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 1

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 2🖤

Top Edward x Bottom male reader, who met at Arkham❤️

-Bruce Wayne/Batman (2022)

Bruce x Male reader who is big and intimidating, but a softy

Bruce x Detective male reader

Sub Bruce x dom male reader❤️

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan nsfw alphabet❤️

Ftm Hal Jordan with a Ftm reader ❤️

Hal Jordan with subspace, edging under a weighted blanket ❤️

Hal Jordan and the reader having enough of him putting himself down ❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen nsfw alphabet❤️

-Wally West

Bottom Wally West x Top Kryptonian male reader❤️

-Clark Kent

Clark Kent nsfw alphabet❤️

yandere Clark Kent nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Conner Kent/Kon-el

Conner Kent/Kon-el with a ftm reader

Conner Kent/Kon-el nsfw alphabet ❤️

Conner Kent/Kon-el loving the readers scent and stealing their hoodies

Conner Kent/Kon-el x kryptonian male reader ❤️

Conner kent/Kon-el cuddling with the reader for the first time

-Kaldur'ahm

Kaldur'ahm x alien male reader

-Joker

Joker x ftm reader

Ledger!Joker taking care of the sick reader

-multiple

Batson headcanons

Batsons x ftm reader

Batsons x Himbo ftm reader

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 1

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 2

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 3

Batman/fam being determined to adopt a criminal/vigilante reader

Batboys throwing eachother around as bonding

DC characters and what kind of yandere i think they would be

Batsons with an autistic reader who mirrors them

The Boys

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander being spanked by dom reader ❤️

Fight Club

-Tyler Durden and the Narrator

The Narrator is extremely in love with the male reader who also catches Tylers attention

Slashers

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz x male reader headcanons

-Poly Ghostface

Handsome Devil part 1 (slasher male reader)🖤

Handsome devil part 2 (slasher male reader)🖤

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 1

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 2

Poly ghostface x autistic male reader

Poly ghsotface with a reader whos in denial about their sexuality

Poly ghostface x metalhead reader with a personality similar to Stu

Poly ghostface x reader whos fascinated by gore and blood

-Brahms Heelshire

Brahms Heelshire x protective male reader

Brahms Heelshire being comforted by male reader

Cuddling Brahms after a rough day

-Michael Myers

Michael Myers x himbo reader

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Michael Myers with a voice kink ❤️

-Thomas Hewitt

Thomas Hewitt sfw alphabet

-Corey Cunningham

Corey Cunningham x slasher male reader who replaces Michael 🖤

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Corey Cunningham comforting an overstimulated reader

-multiple

Slashers x male reader who is insecure about their thighs

Slashers with an s/o who vapes

Slashers and a weirdly strong male reader who keeps beating them

Slashers being given a flowercrown

Michael Myers and Brahms Heelshire with petplay

Jason Voorhees and Pyramid head with violent hide and seek

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers and Pyramid head Proposing

Dead by Daylight

-Evan Macmillan (The Trapper)

Evan Macmillan sfw and nsfw alphabet❤️

-multiple

Frank Morrison and Danny “Jed Olsen” Johsen with a s/o whos built like a brick house

Evan Macmillan, Jason Voorhees and Bubba sawyer bottoming for the first time

Star Wars

-Din Djarin

Keldabe

Din x Tall tanker male reader who is secretly a softy

Din Djarin x Flirty bounty hunter male reader

Din Djarin x Stoic male reader

Din Djarin nsfw alphabet❤️

-Poly Bobadin

Riduur

-Anakin Skywalker

Anakin skywalker x ftm reader

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x Touchy male reader

Anakin comforting reader who was tortured and has night terrors

Anakin x Jedi male reader who is Plo Koons padawan

Sub Anakin x Dom male reader who is scared of intimacy, plus handcuffs❤️

Anakin with a ftm reader who has dysphoria

Padawan Anakin and a father figure male reader who falls in love with Shmi

-Luke Skywalker

Luke Skywalker x Shapeshifter male reader

-multiple

Clonetroopers x ftm reader

Anakin, Darth Vader, Obi wan and Cody, overall headcanons

Deaged star wars ocs

Fnaf

-Montgomery Gator

Vending Machine Mechanic

Monty x tiny male reader

-multiple

How the security breach cast would help the reader instead of freddy

Security breach cast x animatronic male reader

Harry Potter

-George Weasley

George Weasley x slythering male reader

Solo Leveling

-Sung Jin Woo

Sung Jin Woo x childhood friend male reader

One punch man

-multiple

Saitama and Genos relationship headcanons

Pokemon

-Guzma

Guzma with a stoic reader who has a centiskortch

-multiple

Team star bosses with a reader who is the leader and a psychic type user

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Rick Sanchez (C-137) being flirted with

Rick Sanchez (C-137) with a ftm reader with autism

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost with a short male reader who is underestimated because of his height

Ghost with knifeplay ❤️

Ghost with knifeplay part 2 (theres actually no knives in this one)

Ghost with a reader whos bigger and scarier than himself

-Multiple

Call of Duty characters being fucked while being interrogated ❤️

Alejandro, Soap and König with a tall feminine male reader

Ghost and Soap with a himbo reader who is submissive and breedable ❤️

John, Alejandro,Gaz and König finding their partner asleep with animals.

Soap, Ghost, Rudy and König with a partner on the autism spectrum who copies their accent

Rudy, Alejandro and Price as biology teachers

Rudy, Alejandro and Price with an s/o whos a biology teacher

141 with a male reader who owns a huge wolf

Alejandro, Rudy and Soap with a flirty reader who speaks multiple languages

Ghost and König with a big chested male reader

Call of duty characters with a reader whos tongue tied and fumbles to speak

How the team reacts to ghost having a husband with colored hair and stretched ears

Ghost, Price, Alejandro, König, Gaz and Rudy with a male reader with long hair

141 with an older reader who still moves like a 20 year old they gush over

Cod characters with a male reader who has thick thighs and stretch marks

Cod characters reacting to meeting Prices husband

Cod characters with a male reader with a very low spice tolerance

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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It's gonna be May 🩷 we made it through April babies! Here's every glorious thing I read in April. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🩷🌷

Bucky Barnes ✨

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Her by @avecra

bucky barnes x reader

Sweet temptation by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)

Thick as blood / punch in the gut by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader

Say the word and it's yours by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Grandeur by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Crossing the line by @jadedvibes

Beefy!Bucky x reader

Give it to me by @flordeamatista

dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader

Dirty rock by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Send me an angel by @navybrat817

Soft Dark Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Hide and seek by @targaryenvampireslayer

Bucky Barnes x female reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @flordeamatista

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

Headstrong by @flordeamatista

beefy!bucky barnes x reader

The kiss by @lunarbuck

professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)

Namor ✨

Waves of love by @flordeamatista

Namor x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Flamingo king by @onsunnyside

Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Excelled by @syntheticavenger

Dom! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl by @witchywithwhiskey

farmer!steve rogers x reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Magic fingers by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Sleepy sex by @worksby-d

Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Hold my heart by @flordeamatista

boyfriend!andy barber x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Sweet, sweet sugar by @unrefinedmusings

no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Perfectly wrong by @psychedelic-ink

joel miller x fem!reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Gratitude by @kinanabinks

Lloyd Hansen x Mayor!Reader

Multiple characters ✨

Wicked little games by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy

Peepshow by @labella420

Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Let us take care of you by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader

#fic rec #april fic rec #bucky barnes #namor #ari levinson #steve rogers #eddie munson #andy barber #joel miller #lloyd hansen

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nekoannie-chan · 6 months

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Week 48 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 48 2023 or Week 204, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 48 2023:

Kinktober day 17 (Stucky X Reader) by @lillian-gallows ❤️

Fic (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Winter Solder X Reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago🖤❤️

Say it back (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fandoms-writings 💙

Learn my lesson (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki ❤️

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lilacliquors ❤️

Halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey 🖤❤️

Dating pre-serum Steve Rogers would include (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @she-who-writes-for-multi-fandoms💚

This love part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lives-in-midgard💚

Seven minutes part II (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann❤️

Inside her fantasy part I (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 💚❤️

An old life (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @astyrial💚

Fic (Stucky X Reader) by @madeforstarker💚

Forbidden fruit (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sebastianstanisahotmf ❤️

Dysfunction or wrong direction (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @l1tw1ck ❤️

Drean a little dream of me part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @paperweight91💙

Happy ending (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imtryingbuck💙

Real life tasks with Ransom Drysdale (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @wiypt-writes ❤️

As sweet as cake 6.1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💚❤️

Dark nights (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kinanabinks 🖤❤️

We’ll always protect you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nicoline1998enilocin 💙

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @gatorbites-imagines❤️

Morning glory (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lavykitty❤️

If I could give you the moon (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💙❤️

Promises left behind part 2 (Sirius Black X Reader) by @moim0i 💚💙

All I want for Christmas is you (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚

My knight in white (Marc Spector X Reader) by @flightlessangelwings ❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry❤️

Back and forth prologue: flash forward (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙

#Annie recommends

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years

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Yandere Masterlist

Moon Knight

Marc/Steven x reader - Sick

M/S/J x Reader - Punishment

Part 2 ^

MarcSteven

Part 2 ^

Forced Age Regression

Arthur x reader

You belong here

Part 2 ^

JakeSteven

We’re saving you

Part 2 ^

NSFW

M/S/J x reader

A few more bites

Cold reminders

Part 2 ^

Lessons in obedience

MarcStevenJake

Part 2 ^

Window

Marc x reader

No matter how hard it gets

You can’t leave

Platonic Yandere

You need to learn

Platonic yandere (2)

I can’t let you go

Never again

MarcStevenJake

Nerves and burns

Good behaviour

Insomnia

Play Along

Moon dads

You love us

Don’t ever think that

Shot

Not like this

To make you stay

He won't hurt you

No more running

MarcStevenJake

Around your wrists

NSFW

Run, run away

Jealously

Affection

NSFW

Surprised

Give up control

Four player game

Cereal

Five’s a crowd

Shock

Protection from the moon

Dorm room

A little too far

Welcome home

A nice long sleep

Home time

Obedience

Avengers

Avengers x reader part 2

Steve Rogers x reader

Stucky x reader

Bucky x reader

Steve/Bucky x reader

Yandere Avengers

Yandere Loki

The Mandalorian

Din x reader

#masterlist #yandere #moon knight #marvel #avengers #yandere avengers #yandere moon knight #fic

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Bitchyglitterfox Rec List

Something Sweet @little-spicy (Tarzan!Stucky)

2. A SWEET TREAT- STUCKY @lanadelreyscokewhor3 (Domestic Stucky)

3. Late night @talaok (Spencer Reid)

4. Homecoming - @astroboots (Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales)

5. Sunrise, Sunset - @little-spicy Orc!Stucky)

6. I think I met you in a dream once - @frostironfudge (Au!Ex Military!Bucky)

7. Like a virgin - @xpao-bearx (Steven Grant)

8. To let you win - @delaber (Bucky Barnes)

9. First Time - @luvpedropascal (Steven Grant)

10.Letting Go - @luvpedropascal (Steven Grant)

11. Cherry Pie - @welcometostayingawake and @melodygatesauthor (Steven Grant)

12. Following the herd - @uglypastels (Dark!Cult!Eddie Munson)

13. Work Break Fun - @queendeeshorrorimagines (Jed Olsen)

14. Untitled - @buckyalpine (Bucky Barnes)

15. I could teach you things - @hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch (Wanda Maximoff)

17. Headlines - @pascallftv (Pedro Pascal)

18. Keep me alive - @freyjhasdesiredreality (Bucky Barnes)

19. Limitless - @missdictatorme (Jake Lockley)

20. Take care of me tonight - @missdictatorme (Jake Lockley)

21. Awakening - @romanarose (Triple Frontier Men)

22. Just to be your man - @romanarose (Benny Miller)

23. The thing about Marc - @juneknight (Marc Spector)

24. Make room for me - @juneknight (Jake Lockley)

25. Stairwell sex with Matt Murdoc - @howaboutcastiel (Matt Murdoc)

26. National Targaryen Family Vacation - @valeskafics (Targaryen/Velaryon) (Series: complete)

27. Anything for you - @luc-k-y (Moon Knight System)

28. Headcannons - @valeskafics (Modern!Helaena Targaryen)

29. Milf!Rhaenicent x Nanny!Reader - @ruby-dragon

Ill add more when the time comes! Please check out my wonderful friends masterlists as well down below

@missdictatorme @romanarose @juneknight @luvpedropascal @valeskafics

#bitchyglitterfox recs #marvel #triple frontier fanfic #marvel fanfic #dead by daylight #triple frontier #dead by daylight fanfic #stranger things #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal #stranger things fanfic

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On Wings of Fate (1) - s.r. | b.b.

Summary: You meet a kind stranger one day in the marketplace. He's a pirate, but a good man, he swears. Your knight isn't so sure, but oh, what does he know? You like the pirate; his eyes are like the sea and his smile... oh, his smile is trouble. Yet from the moment he docked at your kingdom's port, you just may have bargained for more than the three of you could ever imagined.

Pairing: knight!Steve Rogers x princess!fem!Reader x pirate!Bucky Barnes

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: none

A/N: i'm back with a new series! this one is stucky x reader, and it's gonna be a fun time!!!

quick note: the setting is purposely vague, as i want all readers to feel included. it's an older setting in terms of technology but there is magic and fantasy themes (aka i will not be following the customs of 18th century England, or anything like that). furthermore, i will be making up a lot of stuff as i go. :)

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"Fish! Fresh fish! Fair price!"

"Veal! Get your veal here!"

You sidestepped bundles of fabric, pulling your hood down further to conceal your face. It was thin, suitable for the summer, yet enough to mask your identity. If any of the shopkeepers or surrounding guards figured out it was you, you'd be eating in your chambers for a month.

"Gems! Precious stones! Treasure your woman!"

You scoffed at that, glancing across the road at the stall with stones that were, undoubtedly, very lovely. One particular necklace caught your eye, cerulean and sparkling in the noon sun. If you bought it, you'd be questioned on where you got it. Especially by your knight. He didn't miss a thing.

It happened too fast. You didn't see the cart until it had already passed, kicking up dust in its wake. The squeal of the horses rang in your ears as a strong arm curled around your waist and yanked you back. You crashed into a strong chest, panicking for a moment, until you realized the owner bore no ill will to you.

"Are you alright?"

Blue. Eyes like the stone in the stall, like the first waves at sea. He stepped back as you caught your breath, heart thumping in your chest. You grabbed the wooden stall for purchase, staring back. He watched you, fingerless gloved hand lifted slightly, ready to catch you if you fell.

"Miss," he repeated. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," you said. "Yes, I am. I—thank you."

He smiled and you decided then that he had a rather kind face, even wrapped in a dark tunic and unpolished boots.

"Careful. These carts move fast. Did they hurt you?"

"No," you breathed, still shaken. "No, I'm fine."

"You sure? Hey." He gently took your wrist, eyes soft. "It's alright. You're safe, I promise. And a promise is no light thing, y'know."

He was being playful on purpose. You wondered if he could feel your ratcheted heartbeat. He was handsome; eyes bright, lips sweet like trouble. You liked him all the same.

"Name's Bucky," he offered, perhaps all too aware of the fact that he was still a stranger.

"Bucky," you repeated. "I—"

"There he is!"

His grin widened, sharp around the edges. It was the telltale warning of palace guards. He winked, calloused fingers eventually slipping from your grip. Swift as a hare, Bucky leapt over the stall bench, much to the displeasure of the owner. You watched, stunned, as he ran. A throng of five guards sped past you with their swords drawn as they gave chase. You followed, making sure not to go in the road.

"Split up!" ordered the leader of the pack, and they did, tearing up the marketplace.

You winced at the blade notches in the passing stalls, the guards careless in their hunt. You'd tried explaining to your father before how reckless some of the men could be in their pursuit of so-called criminals. But the king hardly listened to you these days, taking everything his advisor said as holy word.

Eventually, the guards came to a stop, the leader sweaty and red-faced. He was brawny, with a mustache. Sir Jones. You'd never liked him. Arrogant and brash, he took pride in spilling blood.

“He can’t have gone far," Jones grunted. “Spread out!”

In a far corner, a haystack rustled. You swallowed, then stepped forward, making sure your hood covered part of your face.

“Excuse me, sir,” you began meekly, soft as you could manage. “Are you looking for the runner? Dark hair?”

“Yes,” he answered gruffly. “Have you seen him?”

“Why, yes,” you nodded, lifting a finger. “He went that way, to the woods. He frightened me, sir!”

“Not to worry, woman. We’ll capture him in no time. This way, men!”

You watched, waiting until they were well up the path and towards the forest. The market continued to bustle, people ignoring the commotion. Bits of hay fell to the floor. The cows chewed their cud, unbothered.

Your savior emerged. He crept out carefully, taking a moment to survey his surroundings. He—Bucky—eventually focused on you, plainly confused.

“You led 'em away.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Why are the guards chasing you?”

He smiled.

“Because I docked here.”

"Is that all?" you wondered.

Bucky shrugged.

"It's enough. My boots ain't as shiny as theirs. So, I'm a criminal."

“Well, they’re not very bright.”

“Most palace guards aren't known for their wit, miss."

"They're not all like that," you defended.

"No? And how would you know?"

“I have a sense about people.”

Something in his eyes flickered.

“As do I.”

“He’s not there, sire!”

Hooves beat against the cobble, horses whinnying as the guards slowed to a stop. Your heart stuttered as one of them seemed to look straight at you.

“Go down to the docks,” sneered Jones. “He’ll turn up soon enough to catch his precious ship. Hyah!”

They started for the docks. You turned to Bucky, frowning.

“How will you escape?”

“Not my first time,” Bucky said. “Won’t be my last.”

“I can hide you.”

"What?"

Yeah, what? Why were you offering this stranger a safe passage? He certainly was no mere merchant if the guards were chasing him through the city.

"I—" you bit your lip. Bucky looked on in honest bewilderment. "I want to help you. You helped me. You took far more risk than I in your aid."

"I don't know about that," he frowned. "And how? They’ll search everywhere. You may get into trouble.”

“I won’t,” you said. “They won’t suspect me.”

Bucky considered you, then glanced around.

"You sure about this?"

"Yes," you replied, walking back to the castle. "I am."

Not even two steps in, he stopped you, hand gentle on your elbow. Bucky's fingers were adorned with rings—one had a stone just like the sky. Another was a deep scarlet, like the heart of a fire.

“I mean this in the kindest way possible, but are you mad? The castle is the last place I should go.”

“We’ll go through the servant’s quarters. They lead almost directly to the armory. Then you’ll disguise yourself as a knight.”

He hesitated, warily looking you over.

"The servants are preparing for the festival," you reminded. "No one will see you." That was how you'd snuck out originally. Though he couldn't know that. You weren't supposed to be out on your own in the first place.

The quarters were empty, just like you'd predicted, and you went through without a hitch. Training was over for the morning, so no guards were in the armory.

"You're similar height to my—the gate's knight," you said, considering a chestplate. "This ought to fit."

"You still haven't told me your name, you know."

"I know. Try this on." You handed him a helmet.

"Why do I get the feeling you're hiding something?" he asked, taking the helmet.

"Perhaps it's that sense of yours."

Down the hall, a door slammed. You froze, then quickly unbuttoned your cloak, stuffing it under a table. Bucky's eyes widened.

"Are those rubies on your neck?"

"Huh? Oh. Yes. You should probably hide right about now."

"You're not a servant. What are you, a lady?"

"Depends on who you ask. Father calls me a menace."

"Y/N!"

You ushered Bucky behind a curtain before he could ask any more questions, yanking them shut.

"What are—"

"Shush, or he'll hear you," you warned. "I'll get you out, but you must be silent. This is a clever knight—not like the ones in the market."

"Y/N, are you here?"

You whirled around a moment before the doors opened.

"Y/N. What… are you doing in here?"

"Steve! You found me faster than usual today. I think you're getting better at this."

You beamed, shuffling away from the curtains. Steve watched you, eyes already narrowed.

"Yes," he replied slowly. "Well, you've certainly been giving me practice. Did you have a nice time sneaking away to the marketplace?"

"Oh," you shrugged. "Nothing I haven't seen before."

"Y/N," Steve sighed. "I've told you time and again not to go without a guard. You don't know who might be looking to harm you. I've been searching for you all morning."

"I'm sorry. You're very right, Steve. It jeopardizes my safety. I should listen to you more often."

"I—yes. Yes, you should." He squinted. "What are you hiding?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You never agree so easily. That means you've done something."

"Me, doing things? Never! That would not be proper of me, Steve. Everyone knows my duty is to sit about with air in my head."

"Which you couldn't do if your life depended on it," he muttered.

"Yes, well, if you'll be on your way, I can get back to practicing."

Steve stepped forward, sword clinking gently. Then he stilled, glancing around. You exhaled quietly, doing your best to keep a neutral face when he noticed the out of place armor.

"Why is that there?"

"Hmm? Oh, well…" You sighed heavily. "I suppose now you should know my secret, Steven. Truthfully, it has always been my dream to be a Royal Guard. I'm terribly envious of all the chainmail you get to wear."

You traced the lines of metal with your finger, gazing longingly.

"Oh, how I wish to feel the cool press of armor on my skin! But such is not a fate for me. Woe—woe, Steve!"

"Try again, Y/N."

"Steven! Would I lie to you?"

"Yes."

"You offend me, knight," you huffed. "That is rather presumptuous of you."

"Presumptuous? You've only been cooking up schemes since we were children."

"Only for good."

Steve looked at you, then at the room. He drew his sword and zeroed in on the curtains.

"No, wait!"

Too late. He flicked open the curtains before you could move. But Bucky was ready.

"Steve, is it? Pleasure."

Steve was one of your father's best soldiers. It had been after he'd won a medal for valor that your father had assigned him to your personal detail. He always kept you safe. Sometimes that also made him a not very good listener.

"Steve, he's not a threat!" you tried again, grimacing at the clash of metal.

Bucky blocked every advance, also skilled with a sword. Steve parred right. You stepped forward—both men were far too determined for your comfort.

Steve glanced at you, concerned, and in a second, the sword slipped from his grasp, landing across the room. Bucky pointed the tip of his sword at Steve's chest.

"Leave Her Highness alone," ordered Steve. "Do what you will with me, but do not harm her."

"And take the lovely princess's handsome knight away? Now why would I do a thing like that?"

"You've no business here."

"I'm helping him, Steve," you explained exasperatedly, inserting yourself between them, hand on Steve's bicep. "Bucky saved my life today, in the market."

"He did what?"

Bucky took a step back, bowing slightly as he sheathed his sword.

"The name's Barnes. Bucky, if you're feeling sweet."

He retrieved Steve's blade, handing it to him.

"You fight well. For a knight."

"Funny," Steve replied. "For a thief."

"Oh, hey now, I'm no thief, Sir Steven. I docked here hoping to refuel for a night. I've committed no crimes."

"And Jones chased him all through the market, Steve, ruining the stalls!" you fumed. "It angers me so, I could just spit."

Bucky grinned.

"Beauty and heart. You've got it all, princess."

"Hang on. Go back to the saving your life part," said Steve, who was assuredly not amused.

"Umm," you started. "Well, there was a tiny thing with a cart in the road and Bucky pulled me back. It was a footnote for the day, really."

"Y/N, this is exactly what I mean! You could've gotten seriously hurt and—"

"But I didn't, Steve! Because of Bucky. And now he needs help. So I'm going to disguise him as a knight and sneak him out of the city."

"Oh, absolutely not. Y/N, I've supported a lot over the years and lied for you even more, but this is ridiculous. You can't stow a criminal in the palace armory."

"Again," chimed Bucky. "Not a criminal."

Steve looked at him, arms crossed.

"You're a merchant then?"

"In a sense."

"I see. And what sort of cargo do you carry, merchant?"

"All sorts. Whatever needs transport."

"Uh-huh. And your documentation for transport?"

"It's on its way," Bucky shrugged.

"Right. Y/N, he's a pirate."

"Steve! What a cruel thing to say," you scolded. "Bucky is an honorable man."

"Honorable men can be pirates," said Bucky. "We exist."

"No such thing," Steve grumbled. "There is no honor among pirates."

"Like there's so much with you knights."

"What would you know about—"

"My God," you cut in. "Will you both quiet down? Bucky, I meant what I said: I will get you to your boat."

"Princess, as kind as that is, I think it would be best if I went on my own. I don't believe your guard dog likes me very much."

"Don't mind him. Steve will come round."

"No, I will not," he said firmly. "Y/N, this is very serious. Please do not make me go to your father."

"You wouldn't! Oh, Steve, don't. Bucky saved my life—he deserves the benefit of the doubt."

"He's a pirate, Y/N! A commoner is one thing, but…"

"Look, I don't wanna cause a tiff between you," said Bucky. "I know when to bow out."

"There'll be no bows yet. Steve, if you trust me at all, you'll help me to help Bucky."

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Y/N, of course I trust you, but—"

"He doesn't deserve to be arrested! So what if he's a pirate? He could've asked for a reward or taken advantage of me, but he didn't."

Steve took your arm, gently steering you across the armory. Bucky nodded, giving a thumbs-up.

"Take your time," he called. "I'll be here, not thieving."

"Y/N," Steve began, lowering his voice. "I know you want to help him and I'm glad he helped you, truly. But if your father catches wind of you consorting with a pirate, he'd have his head and maybe yours too."

"But he wouldn't know! Not if you helped us. Father trusts you. Pierce trusts you."

"Pierce thinks I'm a brainless ass."

"Well, yes. In any case, he'd never suspect you."

Steve glanced at Bucky.

"You're really sure about him?"

"I am. He doesn't deserve the dungeons."

You took one of Steve's large hands in both of your own, hugging it to your chest. Steve lightly curled his fingers around yours. You smiled, bringing his hand up to brush your cheek.

"Please? For me?"

Steve sagged, staring at his hand on your cheek. You grinned, because that look always preceded a yes.

"Fine. But he can't return. I'll only do this one time." He raised his voice as he addressed Bucky. "And if Her Highness is put in any danger, you're on your own."

Bucky held up his hands.

"'Course. Wouldn't want her in any danger either, Sir Steven."

Steve grunted, walking over.

"Dressing you as a guard is our best bet. How long will it take to cast off?"

"Ten minutes at most. With an extra set of hands."

"Alright. The guards rotate every quarter hour. There will be one guard on shift, because you're one man and Jones is disgustingly overconfident. If I can lead him away, that ought to give us—"

"I'll do it," you said. "I can distract him."

"Absolutely not, Y/N."

"Why don't you ever let me have any fun?" you whined.

"Because your idea of fun usually ends up in trouble and the whole point of me helping is to avoid exactly that."

"Oh, please. I've been getting away with trouble since I was a child. Have a little faith, Steve."

"Y/N…"

"It'll be like you two are escorting me around town. I'll be at the docks to giggle and flirt with the uniformed officers because I'm a silly princess with no interests besides men."

"Crafty, aren't you?" Bucky grinned.

"Don't encourage her," grumbled Steve.

"Come on," you pushed, rummaging around for shoulder pads. "We're losing daylight, and I'm not allowed out after dusk. Don't worry, Steve. I promise I'll be safe. Now help Bucky with his armor."

It ended up taking longer than you thought it would, what with their squabbles ("hold still, Barnes" — "it's pinching things that shouldn't be pinched!") but eventually, you did make it out. Bucky was in a full suit of armor, helmet down to mask his face. He was a lot more graceful in it than you expected, which you had to give credit for.

Then came the stables.

"Uh," said Bucky, pushing up his helmet. "I didn't know we were riding."

"How else would we get there?" asked Steve, leading your horse, Hyde, out, then his.

"You'll have to share," you said. "It'll look suspicious if we return with an extra horse."

Bucky nodded, then glanced between you. He took a step towards Steve's horse, a sturdy stallion, meant for traveling long distances. The stallion whinnied loudly, rearing up.

"Steve!" you panicked. Steve cursed, hurrying to soothe him. Bucky backed away, looking a little green.

"I... um," you began. "You can take Hyde with me. He's quite gentle. Stallions are sometimes unpredictable and this one prefers Steve anyhow."

Bucky didn't look convinced.

"Right. It's just, I don't ride often, being a pirate and all…"

"Well, you can't very well walk. Knights would never escort the princess on foot. You might be questioned."

Bucky watched as you mounted Hyde. As he approached, Hyde nickered, tossing his head. You hushed him, keeping him steady. Bucky put one firm hand on Hyde's neck. He whinnied louder, mane flying. You frowned, tightening the reins.

"That's odd. He isn't normally skittish."

You clicked your tongue, riding closer to Bucky, who didn’t look too pleased either.

"Horses don't like me much," he confessed when Hyde stomped one hoof. "I really oughta just walk."

Hyde whinnied, snorting, but eventually, he did let Bucky on. He was a gentleman, holding on with only a single hand on your arm. Bucky was warm, almost too much so for the summertime. He smelled like leather and salt, solid and sure behind you. You shared a look with Steve, whose expression was unreadable.

"We should go. If he becomes too much trouble, walk him the rest of the way," grunted Steve.

"He already doesn't like me," said Bucky.

"I was talking to Hyde."

No one bothered you. In your official dress, away from the shroud of your common cloak, you were every bit regal a princess should be. With two knights at your side, most people kept their heads down as you passed.

It was a blessing and a curse. Steve's grudge with your frequent disappearance wasn't unfounded, but you couldn't enjoy true freedom bogged down by palace guards and their pomp.

"Which one's your ship?" asked Steve.

"There, with the wolf flag," replied Bucky.

There was only one guard, like Steve had said. Bucky hopped off, as did Steve. They broke off from the path to go around a barn, to the ship. You continued straight.

"Y/N, no!" hissed Steve. "Y/N—"

"Pardon me," you called loudly, trotting over. "Guard? Oh, guard?"

"Your Highness?" said the guard. "Your Highness, you should not be without an escort."

"Yes," you agreed and dismounted, watching Steve and Bucky slip past out of the corner of your eye. "You're right. But I just wanted to be at the docks. And you're here! So really, I'm not without protection, am I?"

"I suppose not, milady. But you shouldn't be here alone. I am not supposed to leave my post."

"Oh?" you said, leaning in. "Why is that? Did something happen?"

"Well…"

"It must be something highly important if you're on duty," you cooed. "I know my father would trust you with anything."

A cough that sounded more like a laugh came from behind some boxes. You cleared your throat, smiling even wider.

"Well, yes," said the guard, puffing his chest. "The king can trust me."

"Don't you trust me too, Sir…"

"Gouven," he answered.

"Sir Gouven, of course! I've heard of all your noble deeds."

"You have?"

"Why, certainly!"

Steve and Bucky were still preparing the ship. You hummed sweetly, being sure to block his view.

"Of course I have," you reiterated. "How could I not? You were brilliant in the last battle. The way you handled that lion!"

"L-lion? Oh. Yes, of course. Thank you, Your Highness. Though I really must escort you back to the castle. I'll beckon another guard, one moment…"

"Uh," you began, mind racing. "No, that's alright! Truly. I won't tell a soul."

"I am afraid I cannot leave you unaccompanied. It would be against my honor as a guard."

Oh, brother. You rolled your eyes as he turned, following him around.

"Sir Gouven, my escort will arrive shortly, I swear—"

"I cannot take that chance, milady."

He started walking towards the ship. Shit, shit.

"Oh! Oh, I'm feeling quite faint!"

And down you went.

Gouven did not react well. You made a mental note not to rely on him in case of emergency. While he ran around like a headless chicken, trying to decide what to do with you, you opened your eyes.

Bucky and Steve were both frozen in concern. Steve looked ready to leap to your aid. You lifted your head, because really? Did they think you could faint on command like that?

Go, you mouthed, waving your hand, and they both jumped into action. Idiots.

"Gods, gods," Gouven bemoaned. "They're going to lock me in the stockade after this! Stay right there, Your Highness. I'll return!"

You shut your eyes, rolling onto your back. It was a pleasant summer day and the sun felt good on your face. You sneezed, then yawned. Summers were always lovely at home.

"Having fun?"

You opened one eye, adjusting to the shadow cast over you from Steve's frame.

"That was quick."

"He's efficient," Steve admitted. "Bothersome as he is, I'm sure he makes a wonderful pirate."

"Sir Steven, I'm touched."

You grinned at Bucky, who had a coil of rope slung over one shoulder, his pack on the other. You reached out one hand and Steve sighed before gently pulling you up.

"It wasn't a compliment," he grumbled.

"'M choosing to take it as one," chirped Bucky.

He turned and bowed properly, looking up at you through his lashes.

"Princess, I owe you my life. If you ever need anything, well, I'll be in port again shortly. Somewhere."

"That's kind of you. But I'm just glad you're safe, Bucky."

He took your hand and lightly kissed your knuckles. You smiled, unable to help your giggle.

"Speaking of, you ought to get going," interrupted Steve. "Gouven will be back soon."

Slowly, Bucky released your hand, glancing at Steve.

"Fine, fine. Stevie, been a pleasure. Keep up that right par, and don't get distracted."

Bucky winked, saluting, rings glinting in the sunlight. He jogged back to his boat. It took another minute before he was rolling off, sails fluttering.

"I like him," you decided.

"Hmph."

You smirked, nudging Steve's rib.

"You're just upset he bested you in a duel."

"He's full of himself."

"He's charming!"

"Far too reckless."

"Oh, I'm sorry, is Steve Rogers lecturing about being reckless?"

"Yes," he said, straight-faced. "It's a terrible habit, you know."

"Uh-huh."

"Not to mention, he's a disaster with a horse."

"Well, not everyone can be as perfect as you, Steve."

"Please promise me that you will not be helping any more pirates," he said, helping you onto Hyde, then climbing onto the stallion.

"We'll see," you replied, riding ahead of him. "Today was rather thrilling!"

"You're lucky it wasn't Jones here."

"Oh, as if that man has anything beyond weeds inside his head."

"Your Highness!"

You and Steve stopped, halfway to the castle.

"Your Highness! Your High—"

Sir Gouven skidded to a stop, hunched over. He panted, holding a vial of salts. You tilted your head.

"Sir Gouven. Whatever do you have that for?"

"You—you'd fainted, milady! I thought… I thought that…"

"Oh, that! It was hardly a faint. I was merely resting my eyes."

His face was covered in sweat and he himself looked ready to collapse.

"But…but you were unconscious."

"Not particularly. I was terribly tired, you know."

His mouth opened and closed like a fish's. You took pity.

"Still," you continued. "Thank you, Sir Gouven. I will surely tell Father about your dedication to the crown."

"Huh?"

"And look! Sir Steven's here. Isn't that fortuitous?

"Gouven," greeted Steve, nodding. "Hard at work, I see."

"I—but… milady, are you alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He looked blankly at the vial.

"Are you alright, Sir Gouven?"

"I… think so."

"Good," you said. "Goodbye, then."

Steve chuckled once you were out of earshot. "Poor Gouven. He's a decent knight."

"I'll tell Father to award him a medal of valor. You knights love those, don't you?"

"That's not exactly how it works, Y/N."

"Come now, Steve. We just smuggled a wanted pirate back to his ship. I think I can manage a medal."

You glanced back. The docks were tiny now, the ocean a small strip of blue on the horizon.

****

"Your Highness?" came a voice from outside your chambers. She knocked softly. Your maid, Petunia.

"Yes?" you called back.

"I don't mean to disturb, my lady, but the king desires your presence for dinner."

You sighed, turning over.

"Do I have to?"

"I think it would be best, my lady," was the quiet reply. "You've not dined together in many weeks."

"Because he's been away," you grumbled, dragging yourself out of bed.

"Would you like me to help you dress, my lady?"

"No, thank you, Petunia. I'll be down shortly."

You opted for a simple blue gown, not bothering with accessories. As frustrating as your father could be, he'd never been too strict about attire in the castle. As long as you were clothed, you were decent.

"Ah, Y/N! Please, come in."

You entered the dining hall at your father's beckoning. He was quite pleasant, more than you'd seen him in many months. You took the seat to his left as you usually did. The extra setting across from you didn't escape your notice.

"Father, welcome home. How was your trip?"

"Good, very good. There was much to discuss. And now, I think it's time I include you in the discussions. You are old enough, after all."

"I am," you agreed, perking up. "What sort of discussions?"

"I hope you have not started without me, my king," interrupted a smooth voice.

Lord Pierce leisurely took his seat, meeting your eye immediately. The king's advisor, and your father's right-hand man for many years, Pierce was the one to suggest you be removed from any political meetings.

"My lady, how nice to see you. We've not spoken in a long time."

"No, we have not," you said, waiting until he broke eye contact first. Good.

"I was just about to tell Y/N the news," your father continued, helping himself to a thick slab of roast.

"Oh, splendid. I did say she ought to be in the know, when the dust had settled."

"How thoughtful of you, Lord Pierce," you smiled, gummy and fleeting.

"I may as well get on with it. I have made the decision to rescind our treaty with the Kingdom of Faleron."

Your fork clattered onto your plate. Pierce calmly bit into a honeyed apple.

"What? But you and King Faleron have been allies for nearly two decades."

"It has come to my attention that strange magics have been reared toward our city. He is our closest neighbor, and King Lahan has expressed to me in confidence that he has noticed poxes plaguing his own kingdom. Faleron is the only one among the six kings who is known to be sympathetic to magic users. And I excused it at first, but no more."

"But Father, that makes no sense," you argued. "You and Faleron are friends. You benefit mutually from your alliance. It would be foolish to upset you or any of the other kings."

"Yes, daughter, it is quite foolish. And that is why we must wage war."

"Have you tried discussing it with Faleron?" you asked.

"Of course he has," interjected Pierce. "Your father is a reasonable man, Your Highness. Faleron denied it and insulted your father. The nerve of him, offending a man who's shown nothing but grace and a fair hand."

"He said this to your face, Father?" you balked. King Faleron was a hothead but he'd never been known to lose his temper towards his fellow kings.

"Pierce went on my behalf. Words were exchanged."

"I see."

"Regardless," continued Pierce. "We cannot be seen as weak. With magic spreading, it would be certain doom to retreat now."

"Faleron's men are barbaric," you said. "They'll tear the city apart. Our people don't deserve a war, Father."

"I do not want this war anymore than you do, Y/N, but it's not something we can ignore. We will have the support of neighboring kingdoms. Do not worry."

"I just think it's risky to move so quickly."

"Risky when we have spies?" your father countered.

You frowned. Pierce continued to eat.

"Spies?"

"Surely you saw the extra guards at the docks today," sniffed Pierce. "I hear you were out without an escort, Your Highness."

"Actually, I was accompanied by Sir Steven. But thank you very much for your concern, Lord Pierce, unnecessary as it is."

Pierce's eye twitched.

"Steven is a good man," your father jovially confirmed. "I trust him with my life. But I do not want you alone, Y/N. It's true. We had a dirty pirate escape today. Captain Jones informed me that he was a spy of Faleron's."

Bucky? A spy?

"Oh my," you said, picking at your potatoes. "Will they catch this brute?"

"If he ever returns, you can be sure they will," replied the king. "Jones' men are the best."

"You're right, Father. Especially that one knight, Sir Gouven. He's been very good to me."

"Has he now? Well, I shall keep that in mind."

"I did not know you were familiar with the knights, my lady," said Pierce, chewing on a chicken bone. "Well, except for Sir Steven. You two are rather… close."

"Certainly, I would meet the men who would lay their lives down for this kingdom. It is important to know where people's loyalties lie, don't you think, Lord Pierce?"

"Quite." He stood, tapping his chin with his napkin. "And now, I must retire. If you'll both graciously excuse me. I must plan for my journey to consult King Lahan."

"Of course, Alexander," enthused your father. "I thank you for all your help."

"It has been an honor and pleasure, my king. Thank you for your cooperation."

Pierce nodded at you. You nodded back, waiting until his footsteps disappeared.

"Father, please do not declare war on Faleron. It is a horrible idea. People will die."

"I will not discuss it any further, Y/N. Magic is dangerous, and I cannot let it run free in my kingdom."

"Don't you think it's strange that King Faleron would respond so harshly? You two are practically brothers."

He sighed.

"I wish things were different. He is like a brother to me. But this isn't something I can excuse. Faleron has always been a loose cannon, Y/N. This is best for us and the kingdom."

The king rose, smiling gently.

"Try not to fret over it, my daughter. I know you, and how you worry. Everything will be alright."

You sat, long after he left, staring at the bits of honeyed apple and meat bones.

What if everything wasn't alright?

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