#dark!steve rogers x curvy!reader

[nickfowlerrr]

fawn

pairing: dark!stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY. kidnapping. noncon/dubcon. only bucky x reader smut. pet names. if i’m missing something important pls lmk!

words: 6.3k

notes: this is what i wrote when my power went out on christmas lmao. if this does well and people like it i’d definitely consider a part two with more stucky smut - just let me know if you guys like this and would read a continuation. 🖤thank you in advance for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

One click. No flame. Another click. Still nothing. Huffing, you readjust your hold of the lighter. The smell of Christmas already permeating the air, the aroma from the opened but still unlit candle bringing you the slightest bit of ease.

It was cold already and now with the heater out, it was biting. Regrettably your blankets were still sitting in your washer, and with the lack of power, they’d be there until it came back on and you could get them in the dryer.

You made to ignite the lighter again and it finally gave you a flame. Once you had your candle lit, you eased back down onto the couch. The sun was setting and the chill from outside was already seeping into your apartment. Pulling your knee highs back up, you sighed, taking in the darkness that would soon swallow you completely.

So much for finishing that stupid puzzle. You couldn’t see anything. The rattling of the balcony door pulled you out of the silence and had the pit that was already growing in your stomach grow deeper.

Voices from outside, coming from the hallway distracted you from the unpleasant shaking of the door. It was the wind, you knew that, but with each moment, it grew darker and darker and the unexpected noise was unsettling to say the least.

You were alone. And the solitude was welcome, mostly. That underlying, gnawing feeling of loneliness that was somehow always there, no matter how hard you tried to shake it, was starting to get the better of you. Momentarily. Always passing eventually. Or, more accurately, always shoved back down eventually.

The darker it got, you somehow found yourself settling further and further into it. As if it was welcoming you back. The silence, the flicker of the candle, the scent of pine and vanilla softly filling the room. This was okay. This was nice, even.

You felt yourself beginning to doze off, but the cold worked to keep you awake.

It wouldn’t be too long before they got it back on. An hour, tops. Then you could dry your blankets, maybe get a few more pieces of the puzzle put together before you slunk back into bed. A very merry christmas, indeed.

Sun was completely set now, no shadows coming in from the windows. No more watching the swaying of the trees outside. Just flickers of the candle flame dancing along the wall.

Then you heard it again. The rattling. If you had your tv on, or music playing, you were sure you wouldn’t have heard a thing. But in the silence, even a quiet disturbance was audible. Then there was that feeling again. That pit in your stomach. Something’s not right, it called.

Paranoia. That’s all it was.

Intuition, your mind argued.

It was Christmas night, most people were still gone for the holiday weekend, your building near desolate. Who would it be? When do crimes even happen here? It was ridiculous to worry. It’s the wind. Of course it’s the wind.

The creaking that sounded next, though. That wasn’t as easily explained. You froze, just listening. To ensure you heard what you thought you did. Was someone on the balcony? How would that even be possible? You waited. And waited. No more noise. But something was telling you not to let it go. You stayed seated, curled up into the corner of the couch, just staring at the door. You couldn’t see it clearly, the flame not strong enough to illuminate that far from its place on the coffee table. But you could see enough. Enough that as you watched, you suddenly saw the handle move, as if someone outside was opening it.

You always wondered how you’d react in situations like this. Flight or fight, what would you do?

Neither, apparently.

Because you didn’t move. You were like a deer in headlights.

Right, freeze response. You’d forgotten about that possibility. There was another, too, actually. What was that one called? You couldn’t remember.

F..it starts with an f…

The whole while you were trying to think, your eyes were trained on the door. You just watched. Watched as the figure cloaked in darkness let themselves into your apartment. Did they know you were here? Would they care? You weren’t even sure you were breathing as you stayed as still as possible. Maybe the darkness would conceal you. This stranger would take whatever they wanted, and you just prayed the lights would stay out until they were gone. Just be still. Be silent. Not that you could move or make a sound if you’d wanted to. It was like you were paralyzed by fear. The figure didn’t seem to notice you, not even looking in your direction.

The candle. The candle was lit. Was this person oblivious? It was a dead give away that someone was home. The intruder stayed quiet, didn’t seem interested in anything as he walked from the balcony door, across the living room to the front door.

Without thinking, your body was moving of its own accord. You rushed quietly behind them, into the hallway, still encompassed in the dark. You felt your way to your room as fast as you could without running into any walls or making sound.

Your front door opened, and you were confused now. Were they leaving? What was the point of breaking in in the first place?

“Took you long enough.”

The voice of a man, husky and gruff sounded from the front room.

“Shut up,” another man spoke, irritation clear in his voice. “Lock the door.”

Your brain stopped working for a moment. Two voices? Why were there two voices? Why were these men here? Do they know you’re here? What do you do now? Run? Hide? Where was your phone?

Dead. Right. It had died right before the power went out, you’d put it to charge but obviously that wasn’t happening at the moment.

A flash of light hit the hallway as the men walked past back into the living room. You didn’t want to move. Your room was so close, but you didn’t want to risk making a sound and bringing any attention to yourself. So you stayed frozen.

“How is breaking and entering into a crappy apartment supposed to be a christmas gift?” one of the men asked.

“It’s what’s in the apartament that’s the gift,”

“What’s in the apartament?”

“I should’ve worded that better,” the second man corrected. “Not what, but who.”

Three seconds behind. You were running on a delay now. Who?

You.

Three seconds.

Two sets of footsteps down the hallway.

One beam of light shining right at you.

Frozen. For a moment. No noise escaping you. The light too bright, blinding you as you winced. You still couldn’t see them. Not clearly. But they were tall. Bulked. You wouldn’t be able to get away from them if you tried. Funny how that thought came to you just a few seconds after you did.

Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were suddenly being pressed against one of the men as he held you, your back to him, keeping you tight against his chest. Still no sound leaving you. Just breathing, heavy breaths coming progressively quicker.

“Ah ah, princess,” he tutted in your ear as you stared wide-eyed into the darkness before you.

You fell asleep. That’s what happened. This was a dream. Just a bad dream, and you’d wake up any second now. That was the only explanation. Because this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“Don’t cry, dove,” he soothed. “Not gonna hurt you, just wanted to introduce you to a pal of mine.”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears as they began welling in your eyes. He was speaking as if you knew each other. Like he knew you, intimately. The tone of his voice, the apparent affection. It was decidedly unnerving.

Your name fell off his tongue as if he’d spoken it a million times before, sending a chill through you as a small whimper finally managed to escape you. The flashlight was now shining on the man you were made to face. Dark hair, stubble on his jaw, piercing blue eyes cutting straight through you. You’d consider him pretty if this was a meeting under different circumstances. There was a look of contemplation on his face as he considered you. His gaze flicked from you to the man still holding you, a question clear in his eyes. Question.. or maybe an accusation.

“This is Bucky,” the man introduced. “I think you two are gonna get along real well,” he sounded almost excited. There was a tense moment of silence after he spoke, your eyes seemed glued to Bucky, your lip wobbling as you stood stock still against the stranger behind you. A painful squeeze of his arms around your waist, and you could feel his strength in his movements. You were sure he could break a rib, crush you easily if he wanted to. His hand gave your waist a squeeze as if he was waiting for you to do something.

“You’re normally so polite, princess. Use your manners. Say hello,” he instructed harshly. Normally so polite. Do you know this man? You started racking your brain for suspects, obviously someone you knew, someone you’d met.. Then suddenly your cheek stung, and you were brought back to the situation. He just slapped you? You blinked at Bucky, seeing him again as you refocused on reality.

“Hello,” you uttered weakly, breathily. You barely heard yourself.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth slightly agape as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t. His eyes shifted back to his friend instead.

“This is your idea of a Christmas present?”

“I’m telling you, Buck, you’re gonna love her. She’s the sweetest thing, you’ll see,” he insisted, you could practically hear him smiling as he spoke of you like you weren’t even there. “She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. She’s perfect.”

It was like your brain just couldn’t quite compute what you were hearing. You couldn’t make sense of it. All your thoughts were still trying to guess who this man holding you was. The maintenance man who came over last week for the leak? No, his voice was way deeper and he was stoutly. The guy at the grocery store who stopped you on your way to your car just to tell you how pretty he thought you were? He wasn’t nearly as built as this man was, you could feel his solid chest against your back, his biceps around you were muscular, nothing like the guy from the store. Was it the bookstore? The place you went to get your oil change? Hell, the drive thru worker from last night? You had no idea. You couldn’t place the voice anywhere.

“We’ll see about that,” Bucky groused. “Let her go, Steve, she’s not gonna run. Are you, sweetheart?” he directed at you.

Frozen. You opened your mouth ever so slightly to speak, but no words fell out. You blinked once. Twice. Finally you managed to shake your head, it was almost imperceptible, but he accepted it. Steve’s arms fell from around you as Bucky took a step closer. You didn’t move, didn’t even think to. Not even as the power kicking back on served as a distraction for half a second. You stayed where you were, only wincing again at the lights coming on. You could see him better now. He was dressed in all black, the darkness of his clothing and hair only made his eyes that much more striking.

“You got a pretty face,” he said appreciatively, his lip twitching upward slightly. You didn’t know why you couldn’t look away, your eyes locked on him.

There was a loud bang, you jumped at the crashing sound, turning to watch Steve as he proceeded to trash your living room. As your eyes landed on him, it took you a moment to put it together. Steven. So you did know him, albeit vaguely. Every Wednesday, without fail, you’d somehow arrive at the coffee shop you frequented at the same time he would. He’d always hold the door for you. You never really spoke, but he seemed so nice. Chivalrous.

What was he doing? What was happening? Why?

Your television hit the floor as you gaped at the sight.

“What?” you breathed out, confused.

“Sorry, gotta make it look like there was a struggle. Don’t worry, you won’t miss a thing,” Steve assured you.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” you started babbling. “What’s- why are you - what do you want? Why are you here? What’s happening, I don’t - I”

Gloved hands were on your arms as you began sputtering, turning you to face Bucky once again. His hand found your cheek, cupping your face gently as he looked you in the eye.

“Nothing you need to worry about, doll. We don’t wanna hurt you. So you’re gonna be good and listen to every word we tell you, won’t you?”

You kept staring at him, bloodshot doe eyes meeting his sharp, icy blue ones. You didn’t respond, but you allowed him to nod your head for you as you maintained eye contact.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “We’re gonna let Steve do what he needs to do and you’re gonna show me where your room is,” he instructed, turning you to face the hallway.

You walked without thinking, just doing as he told you. You didn’t want to make matters worse.

Flipping the light on, you entered the room. Bucky followed close behind you and moved further in even as you stopped right past the door.

“You got any preferences for clothes?” he asked as he looked in your closet. “We have some stuff, but I’m not sure they’ll fit you,” he said, looking you up and down. “Yeah,” he continued, agreeing with himself, “doubt it.”

You were just standing there like an idiot as he rifled through your belongings. You don’t know how much time passed before he got your attention again. He whistled as he held up a piece of lingerie from your drawer. He turned and held it up in front of you.

“I can see it,” he simpered. “You buy this for someone special, doll? Or maybe someone special bought it for you?” he prodded.

You simply shook your head, looking down now trying to avoid his lecherous gaze. He didn’t force you to speak, and you got the feeling he liked the fact you didn’t. Liked that you were being so obedient for him already. He shoved the lingerie into the duffle bag he’d found in your closet which he had already filled with a bunch of random clothes.

“I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to swing back around here,” Steve said casually as he entered the room. “If there’s anything important you want to bring, I’d grab it now, princess,” he told you.

“Where am I going?” you asked cautiously.

“You’re coming with us. We have our place all set up and ready for you. You won’t have to worry about a thing,”

“Time’s ticking, sweetheart. You heard Stevie, you want to bring something specific, go get it.”

You couldn’t think. They were taking you somewhere. They were packing your things. Steven , Steve, said you were perfect, but perfect for what? You then started to fret over leaving something behind. What if you really never came back here, what if all your things were just gone once you left with them. What do you grab, what should you take with you? That was easier to focus on.

You walked slowly over to your bed and grabbed your throw blanket, it was a security blanket, really. You never slept well without it. You watched as Steve walked into your bathroom with his phone out, he was taking pictures of your toiletries and beauty items. He must have felt your eyes on him because he looked back at you, smiling when he met your gaze. “We’ll get you new stuff, you don’t have to worry about bringing any of this.”

“This is going a lot smoother than it normally does,” Bucky said skeptically as he watched you give nearly no reaction.

“I told you, Buck. She’s perfect,” Steve repeated, smirking now as he turned back to continue making note of your things. “That’s what happens when we’re patient and wait for the right one instead of just trying to make random girls work,” he said, seeming to try and point a finger at his partner.

“She’s not putting up even a little bit of a fight,” Bucky mused aloud as he approached you, ignoring Steve and eyeing you darkly. “Why is that, doll?” he asked.

A few more steps and he was directly in front of you, eyes bearing into your own.

“Oh,” he breathed, a wry smile creeping on his lips. “I see it now,” his hands were on your face, holding you as he stared deeply into your bleary eyes, “you’re terrified, aren’t you?”

A broken whimper broke past your lips as you began to tremble slightly. Things were catching up now. The gravity of your situation, the insanity and brazen entitlement of these men in your home, speaking of you like you weren’t able to hear them, talking about taking you with them, how ‘perfect’ you were, the realization of it all, everything compounding, slamming into one another, sending you reeling.

It felt like only fifteen seconds had passed since you watched the balcony door open. How did all of this happen so quickly? It was like you weren’t even there. Just watching everything from an outsider's perspective. Passive. You were so passive.

You just wanted them to leave. You didn’t want to fight them, what point was there in that. You didn’t want to try and run, again, what would be the point? It was clear you weren’t getting away from them and they weren’t planning on leaving you. The only thing you could do was...nothing. Just let them do as they wanted, and try not to make things worse for yourself. Don’t provoke them or put yourself in more danger. They said they didn’t want to hurt you. All you had to do was listen. Just listen, you repeated over and over in your head.

The pressure of Bucky’s hands on your face increased slightly, the material of his gloves rough against your skin as he wiped at the stray tears that had started to fall again. All you could do was nod. He was right. You weren’t doing a thing to stop them because you were scared. You were utterly terrified.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing perfect, listening real well, doing what we tell you,” he praised. “You know, Stevie, this just might be the best gift you’ve ever given me,” he called to his partner while he continued staring, his eyes taking in every detail of your face, lingering on your pouty lips.

You were a present. Not a person. At least not to them.

“Let’s see just how obedient you can be,” he said, his voice lower, darker. He was even closer now, you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he was nearly right up against you. Your chest was heaving from your stuttering breaths. Dread setting in the pit of your stomach as his touch left your cheeks and instead drifted down your body.

“Not here, Bucky.” Steve’s harsh words had Bucky’s hands halting in their exploration.

He sucked his teeth before taking a step back and turning to face Steve.

“You can wait another two hours,” Steve griped before turning his attention to you, softening slightly. “That’s all you want to bring, princess?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The question left your mouth before you even registered it as a thought. You saw Steve’s jaw clench as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at your question. If you had to worry about stoking someone’s ire, it was clearly Steve’s. He worked to calm himself, taking a breath before he responded to you.

“I guess we haven’t really explained what’s happening here, have we?

See, Buck and I, we’ve been looking for a pretty little dove like you for a long time, now. But they were just never right. We gave up for a bit, decided the right girl would come along when she was ready. And then I walked right into you one morning. You remember it, don’t you? You were walking into the coffee shop as I was coming out. I wasn’t really paying attention, it was completely my fault, but you were so sweet.. Caring, understanding. Those are rare traits nowadays, ya know. I’m not sure exactly what it was about you that struck me, but I just knew..

I knew you were the one for us. Kept an eye on you for a while, I wanted to learn more about you, get to know you better. And turns out you’re as sweet as I thought you were. Lonely as us, too. We’re the perfect fit. I could see just how much you needed someone.

The number of times I’ve had to watch you cry all alone from the outside looking in, it was like torture,” he confessed as his hands were suddenly on your face, wiping at your tears. You hadn’t even registered him getting closer, didn’t notice him brushing past Bucky to take the spot he had been in, in front of you. “But you won’t ever have to do that again. You won’t be alone anymore, not with us. It’s a win-win situation, princess. You get to get out of this shithole, leave all the stress behind you, no more responsibilities - aside from taking care of us. But we’ll be taking care of you, too. I know this might seem scary, sudden, but it’s for the best, I promise. For all three of us,” he finished, looking back at Bucky who’s eyes were still set on you.

When Steve finally backed away from you, granting you some space, Bucky was quick to return to your side. He was intent on you, not wanting you to get very far from him, though you were hardly moving.

After Steve trashed the rest of your apartment, Bucky had the thrown together bag of clothes slung on his shoulder, ushering you in front of him to trail behind Steve.

When you’d made it downstairs to the parking lot of your complex, you were led to a sleek, blacked out fully tinted SUV. Steve went to the driver’s side and Bucky opened the back door for you. He helped you in and then climbed in right next to you. You heard Steve scoff as he looked back at him, but he didn’t say anything as he started the car and drove out of the lot.

You stared ahead blankly as the car made its way through and out of town, you were aware of the men talking back and forth, but the conversation didn’t include you - at least not that you heard. You were sure Steve would make it clear if he was expecting an answer from you, the way he had earlier, so you let yourself zone out.

What had you done wrong?

How did you find yourself in this position? It was Christmas. You were alone and vulnerable. How long had Steve been watching you? How long had you been a target and you hadn’t even realized?

Fuck, you were so stupid. Stupid, pathetic, and pitiful.

You didn’t even try to get out of this, just went along with them.

The feeling of a gloved hand settling on your leg brought you back to reality for the moment, looking down just as Bucky squeezed your thigh.

“If I had let me in on your plans, I could’ve gotten some stuff ready for her,” he spoke to Steve as his hand idly toyed with the top of your knee highs.

“What we have already will be fine for now. Besides, I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

There was a beat as Bucky fiddled with your stockings, contemplating as he brushed his gloved fingers over your exposed skin.

“What’s our ETA?” he asked Steve.

“Another hour.”

He nodded, a hint of a smirk on his lips, “More than enough time,” Bucky responds smoothly, pulling you onto his lap just the same as you yipped in surprise.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters.

“Don’t be jealous Stevie, you’ll get your turn, too. She’s my present isn’t she? You got your gift earlier, why can’t I have mine now?”

“She’s ours,” he nearly growled in response.

“Guess that means you still owe me one, then,” he taunted back while his hands found your ass, groping you through the material of your shorts while you stayed as still as possible on his lap, though the lull of the car driving down the interstate didn’t make that an easy task. You eventually grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright as Steve passed yet another car, the speed threatening to send you into the door if not falling forward on top of Bucky.

Your unintentional wiggling had Bucky groaning and you could feel his erection growing beneath you.

“You make a mess back there, you’re cleaning it,” Steve warned.

All you could focus on, despite your every attempt not to, was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you as you were forced onto his lap. Grabbing at your ass, running under your shirt, up and down your back, along your waist, gripping your wide hips as he began rocking you atop him. His bulge was rubbing against you with every move and though you tried to fight it, a stirring.. a tingling sensation in your core began to overshadow your fear and disgust.

Your hands were holding tightly onto him, one hand on firm muscle, the other seeming to cling to something more solid. It was an arm, but not one made from flesh and bone.

Bucky’s hands still on your hips suddenly forced you to sit fully down on him. You could feel his strength in the movement, you didn’t consider for a second trying to stop his hands as they slid down into the back of your bottoms, knowing it wouldn’t stop him. He grabbed your ass, his eyes hungry as he stared at you. He swiftly moved his hands up your back and pulled the hem of your top up and off of you in a flash.

You felt exposed and more scared than you’d been earlier, but deep down you had to have known this was coming. Of course it was.

He grabbed your breasts through your thin bra, kneading them in his still gloved hands. He took a second to finally rid himself of them and when you saw the metal of his left hand, you couldn’t help the audible breath you took as he brought it directly to your throat, squeezing enough to have you shiver but not to interfere with your breathing. He smirked as you subtly sank into him further with the show of dominance before he let his hand wander down and around your back to unclasp your bra.

Pulling the bra off of you easily, he pushed you back so you were up against the passenger’s seat as he ogled your chest. His hands wandered from your throat down to the waistband of your shorts, squeezing you, tickling you, playing with your breasts and teasing your nipples before he pulled you closer again, his head falling to your chest as he took one into his mouth. You worked hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape when he suckled at you. His touch was all consuming and overpowering. The warmth of his mouth on your breasts, the way he held you to him, keeping your hips rocking against his as he groaned against your skin.

You were completely defenseless and had no plans of trying to fight back, no plans at all to try and stop it from happening. What good would it do? You’d let him have his way, do whatever it was he wanted to do and just get it over with.

He pulled off of you just as Steve sped around another car, you fell forward into Bucky, not bothering to right yourself, just letting your body rest against his, your head on his chest now. His hands found the waistband of your bottoms again and he worked to get them down your thick legs, not an easy task in the position he had you in. He barely managed to get them past your ass before he unceremoniously lifted you nearly over his shoulder and over the seat so you were leaning over him as he tugged them the rest of the way down. You were only then vaguely aware of your lack of shoes, briefly you wondered how you didn’t notice that when you first left your apartment. Your thong sliding down your calves, over the knee highs he left on you, had you refocusing on what was currently going on. You heard his zipper and felt him messing with his pants and it was only another second or two before you were pulled right back down onto Bucky’s lap, a mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you and a hiss escaping Bucky as his firm, hard cock pulsed against your bare pussy.

“Sit,” Bucky ordered firmly. You inched down only a bit more, earning a slap to your ass before he spoke again, “Sit. Down,” he growled.

You obeyed without another word, sitting fully on his exposed lap, the zipper of his pants rubbing against your skin as you did.

“Good puppy,” he praised darkly as he grabbed your face, pulling you to him and forcing eye contact. “I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. We’ve only just met, so I’ll give you a free pass this time. And I know you won’t do it again, will you, doll?”

“No,” you ekked out breathily, feeling the tears renew in your eyes. You shuddered as he kissed your temple before reaching between you and grabbing his cock, pumping himself once before he had you lift up for him, placing himself at your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck, the only thing keeping you steady as the shame of your arousal consumed you.

“Pussy’s all nice and wet for me, already, huh?” he teased.

You had nowhere else to go so buried your face in his neck, trying desperately to hide from the humiliation. His hands were on your hips and he didn’t give you any warning before he pulled you down, fully seating you on his dick, the air rushed from your lungs at the shock and stretch you were entirely unprepared for. He groaned deeply, a heady, “fuck”, tumbling from his lips as he held you there a second while you whimpered and cried.

“Son of a bitch, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growled before gripping your hips tighter, surely leaving bruises. You didn’t do anything, couldn’t move if you’d wanted to. You were gripping onto him like your life depended on it and somewhere deep down you were scared it just might.

Ten seconds passed and he just kept you there, sitting pretty on his cock while you cried into his neck. His grip lightened on your hips and he moved one hand to rub your back, clearly his attempt to ease you.

“Relax,” he soothed, “just take it. Take my cock like the good puppy I know you are,” he said, punctuating his sentence by thrusting up into you, making you cry out in response.

He was too thick. It hurt. Sure there was an underlying pleasure that was making its way to the surface the longer he stayed still, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, but it was still uncomfortable. And being naked and exposed to the chill air in the car only made you more frigid. Even the heat coming off of Bucky wasn’t helping. You were covered in goosebumps and you had tear streaks still running down your face. You were a mess, a whimpering pathetic mess. Nothing more than a frightened little puppy, just like he knew you’d be.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you as his thumb was suddenly on your clit, rubbing in tight circles as you moaned weakly before laxing against him even further, inadvertently taking more of his cock inside you.

“Just like that,” he praised, giving you another few seconds to adjust to him. “Want you to bounce on my cock, you think you can handle that, doll?”

You shook your head, still hiding your face in his neck, not wanting to see the way he was looking at you.

He laughed darkly at your response before reframing your hips with his hands, “That’s alright, puppy. We’ll try again when your little pussy’s used to me. It’ll take some training, but you’ll get it eventually. I don’t have a problem doing it myself right now,”

All you could do was cry as he held your hips down on him, fucking up into you relentlessly, the material of his pants scratching at your delicate skin and his hold on you leaving marks you were sure you’d see in the morning. Your tits were bouncing as you bit your lip, groaning at the sensations shooting through you while Bucky cursed and growled, moans leaving him with every thrust into you.

“Please,” you cried, “please, please, please,”

“Fucking hell, Bucky, don’t break her before we even get her home,” Steve interjected sharply between your cries.

“You can’t feel the way she’s gripping me, she fucking loves it,” he panted, slapping your ass as he continued fucking you.

“Hurts,” you mewled desperately, hoping he’d take pity on you and at the very least slow down.

“Poor pup,” he patronized, keeping his pace as you clung to him.

“Buck,” Steve snarled from the front of the car.

Bucky grunted but soon slowed his movements, and began moving you up and down on his cock by your hips, lifting you and having you sit right back down, the new motion stimulating your clit with every tilt of your hips.

You walls clenched down on him as he slapped your ass again, groaning and growling as he kept you riding him.

His movements were slower, but he had you taking him deeper than before. “Fuck yes,” he moaned lowly, throwing his head back as he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned. His grip tightened on your hips as he felt you getting closer.

“You wanna come, sweetheart?” he teased, only getting a whine from you in response. He chuckled again, “You don’t have to deny it, doll. I know it feels good for you, too. I can feel your cunt tryin’ milk my cock. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, baby,”

His thumb found your clit again, playing you expertly as you writhed on his cock, unbidden moans falling from you as you felt a coil tightening in your lower belly.

“I’m gonna give it to you, you’re gonna take fuckin all of it. But you’re gonna come on my cock first,”

That coil wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter with each swipe of his thumb in tandem with his thrusts until you couldn’t hold it or fight it any longer and it finally snapped. A white hot heat running through your body as you cried out, holding onto Bucky as you came undone. The feeling of his warm cum hitting your walls as he finished inside of you registered too late, not that you could’ve done anything to stop him anyway. The post orgasmic haze quickly faded with the reminder of reality.

You slumped into him again as you began sobbing. His arms held your naked body against his fully clothed one as he relaxed, leaning back into the seat while a hand rubbed your back and you wore yourself out with the tears that fell.

“No tears, puppy. You did such a good job,” he cooed, only making you cry harder despite how exhausted you were.

He was right, you did a good job for him. Didn’t fight, didn’t try to stop it. Just let him have you, however he wanted. You were a coward. Terrified of being hurt, you let him hurt you. You could hate yourself for your lack of self preservation, but when you really thought about it, this was your self preservation. They could easily hurt you worse. They could kill you if they wanted and you’d never stand a chance. You didn’t want to live like this, but you didn’t want to die, either. You weren’t sure yet, but the latter certainly seemed like the worse option.

Just be good and don’t give them a reason to hurt you. That’s all you had to do. That’s all you could do.

Bucky kept you on him, stuffed full of his cock and cum while he held you against him.

You whimpered when you felt his cock get hard again inside of you but he didn’t move you, just kept you sitting on him - keeping him warm.

“We’re not that far,” Steve spoke, waking you as your eyes threatened to close while you laid against Bucky, thoroughly exhausted.

“Good, she’s about to pass out on me already,”

“‘S’alright, dove,” Steve said to you, “You can sleep til we get home and we’ll bring you inside. You’re gonna need your rest. Our night’s just getting started. We’ve got a lot of celebrating to do now that you’re finally home.”

You couldn’t help it as your tears fell once again, and Bucky rubbed your back.

“You’re gonna love it, doll,” he reassured you. “And if you thought that was good you have no idea how much better it is when it’s all three of us. We’ll have you seeing stars, baby,” he simpered.

“Tomorrow we’ll get everything else sorted, but for tonight, we’ll just get you comfortable. The only thing you’ll be crying for by the end of the night is more.”

[boxofbonesfic]

𝔅𝔬𝔵𝔬𝔣𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰: 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 13𝖙𝖍 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 

A list of all of the wonderful entries for my first annual Friday the 13th Challenge! I will be updating this list annually to catalogue all of the wonderful work my friends and peers have submitted. 

2023 Fics:

Talking to the Moon (Werewolf!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic. Summary: “Run,” Lloyd gritted the word out to you through teeth like knives as his hands became claws, scoring into the expensive leather steering wheel. “Run so I can catch you.”

Wax and Wane (Werewolf!Andy Barber x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic. Summary: “You were drawn to Andrew Barber like a moth to flame, and now that everything you were is burned away, you cling to him in the ashes.”

Undying Change (Vampire!Bucky x Hunter!Reader) by @geminixevans-stan. Summary: “Reader was on a mission, a mission that caused her to lose to a being that she hated.”

Wherever you will go (Andy Barber x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor: Summary: “Your vacation isn’t the escape you thought it was.”

The Night Shift (Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor. Summary: “You work the night shift at the local museum and not all history is dead.”

Sleepy Hollow by (Stalker!Ari Levinson x Reader) @onsunnyside. Summary: “Beware the quiet ones.”

Fox Fire (Dark!Thor x Reader) by @syntheticavenger. Summary: “Despite repeated attempts to access a forbidden forest, approval comes with a cost. One that has been centuries in the making.”

No Motive (Serial killer!Stucky x Reader) by @moosereblogsfics. Summary: “Surprise, Sidney!”

Witchview (Steve x Reader) by @buckets-and-trees. Summary: “You wanted out before, but now you were compromised as the bait in your own trap and were becoming desperate for freedom. As he had said famously, the price of freedom was high. Desperation was dangerous. Desperation was fed by hope. Desperation erased the limits of reasonability. You had crossed lines, and you wouldn’t stop now.”

It will come back (Old God!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @slyyywriting. Summary: “Don't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back.” -Hozier, It Will Come Back 

The Stalker (Bucky x Reader) by @winter-soldier-101 

Safety Measures (Dark!Vision x Reader) by @springdandelixn. Summary: “The security system you had installed in your apartment was done to keep your stalker away. Little did you know, he's already made his way in.” 

Something’s not right with Mrs. Barber (Andy Barber x Siren!Reader) by @scandinavianfairytale. Summary: “Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Especially with a wife like you.”

K I L L B I L L (Andy Barber x Dark!College Student Reader) by @geniedetails. Summary: “hate to see you happy if I’m not the one drivin’.”

And all was lost (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey. Summary: “you must make it through the forest without being caught, lest you be forced to give in to whatever dark desires reside in your captor's heart.”

Pretty Thing (Dark!Charles Blackwood x Curvy!Reader) by @bellasburdens. 

Impatient (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @flordeamatista. Summary: “There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.”

[late-to-the-party-81]

'Challenge Yourself' Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Drabble (ish) requests received

Nudges 🌑(ish) 🍆

College Bucky x Soft!Dark! Professor Reader

Bruises 😭 🥰

Steve x Agent reader

Unconventional Alterations 🥰

Steven Grant x colleague reader (plus special guest stars)

In the middle of the night 🥰 🌶

Stucky x Agent reader

Plum Crumble 🥰🌶

Bucky x girlfriend reader

Let's (never) speak of this again 🥰🍆

Sam Wilson x agent reader

Shallow(s) 😭 🥰

Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen 🥰🍆

Bucky x girlfriend reader

Going down 🍆

MeanDom! Steve x Shield Administrator and Brat! Reader (ILYTHIHY)

Satin and Lace for my lover 🌶

Nick Fowler x Bratty Sugar Baby reader

Shut up and drive 🍆

Stucky x Agent reader

He was a Grump, She was Sunshine 🥰

Bucky x Reader

‘Challenge Yourself’ Entries

Under Your Skin by @jobean12-blog 🥰

Eddie Munson x reader (Tattoo!Artist!Eddie AU)

Pole to Pole by me 😭 🥰

Firefighter Curtis Everett x Curvy! Female Reader

Perfect to me by @writing-for-marvel 😭🥰

Groomsman Sam Wilson x Bridesmaid female reader

This lovely night 🥰by @onceuponastory

Cap! Sam Wilson x Female reader

Traitor?😭 by @nekoannie-chan

Cap! Steve Rogers x Hydra! Female Reader

Found 😭🥰 by @doasyoudesireandlive

Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here we go again lads! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

As always, please give these writers some love and share their works ✨

Bucky Barnes ✨

His moon and stars by @bibbidibobbidibucky

dad!Bucky x fem!Reader

Nothing burns like the cold by @suitk0via

Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Only me and my love by @christywantspizza

Mob boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

My sunshine by @marvel-3407

Mafia!Bucky x f!reader

Good for you by @sgt-seabass

Vampire!Bucky x Female!Reader

*Little bird by @gogolucky13

dbf!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Somewhere I belong by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x artist female reader

His prize by @darth-anakin-bucky

Bucky barnes x female reader

*Heaven (won't) help you by @darth-anakin-bucky

Dark!Prince bucky barnes x female princess reader

In the low lamp light I was free by @bonky-n-steeb

soft! dark! bucky barnes x therapist! reader

Cuffing season by @lunarbuck

CEO!Bucky x f!assistant!reader (any race)

Unleashed by @jobean12-blog

Winter Soldier x reader

*Worst idea ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Your filthy heart by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader

Warm comforts by @jadedvibes

Beefy roommate!Bucky x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Dazed and confused by @sweeterthanthis

Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Soft on me by @gummydummy19

Steve Rogers x reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Beefy lumberjack!Steve by @angrythingstarlight

BeefyLumberjack!Steve x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Wind you up & tie you down by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Ari x Reader

National anthem by @syntheticavenger

Nomad Biker! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Feels so right by @geminixevans-stan

Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Lust for life by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

beach bar owner!Ari Levison x curvy!fem!reader (any body type)

Birthday sitting by @beelicious-barnes

Ari Levinson x reader

In the afterglow by @inklore

husband!ari levinson x wife!reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Still of the night by @mypoisonedvine

eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Held for ransom by @sagechanoafterdark

Ransom x Reader

Thor ✨

The magic hour / after hours by @kenniteaa

Stripper! Thor Odinson x Black! Reader

Jake Jensen ✨

21 Jensen street by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Jake Jensen x Loser!Reader

Mikey Henry & Bucky Barnes ✨

Under the blinding lights by @dreamlessinparis

Mickey!Henry x F!Reader, Rockstar!Bucky x F!Reader

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

*An indecent proposal by @imanuglywombat

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes ✨

Partition by @whiskeyncoke-redux

Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes

[rubynationwins]

~Masterlist~

(last updated 10/22/22)

Hello, I’m Ruby! I’m a 23 y/o plus sized gal who likes to write steamy stories that mostly star my current obsessions *cough* Sebastian Stan & Chris Evens *cough* I often write PlusSize!Reader fics bc curvy babes are gorgeous, gorgeous, girls<3 Currently I’ve been on a dark!fic kick so keep that in mind if u don’t like those topics. Warnings are listed for each fic. Please feel free to talk to me or send me a request, if you want to know if I write for a certain character, just ask! I always appreciate feedback so plz comment, like, reblog, send me a hand written review-or all of the above! I cross-post on my AO3 Ruby_Nation but my works should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

🥵 = smut 😈 = dark fic 🥰 = fluff 😭 = angst 

Steve Rogers (MCU)

Happy Birthday Mr. America (Drabble) 🥵

Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader

A steamy drabble in honor of Chris Evans’ 41st B-day!

The Best Part of Waking Up (One Shot) 🥵

PA! Steve Rogers x Dom!Boss! Reader 

His boss may not be a morning person, but it’s up to Steve to get you to work on time. Things don’t exactly go the way he expects, though.

Bucky Barnes (MCU) /Sebastian Stan

Hard To Handle (One Shot, rpf) 😈 🥵

Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!Handler!Reader

You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you don’t understand why he’s so upset. As his handler, it’s your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.

When Words Fail (One Shot) 😭 🥰 🥵ish 

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Who said running away from your problems couldn’t solve them? Well, Bucky sure didn’t seem to appreciate it.

Sleeping With A Friend (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

Wanna Be Yours (One Shot?) 🥰 😭

Sugar baby!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

You don’t have a problem letting Bucky see other people, but Bucky wants to tell you that you’re all he wants.

Touch Me (Drabble) 😭

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Random angsty late night drabble

Moon Knight Boys (MCU)

I Saw Him Standing There (In Progress Series) *Hiatus* 

Marc Spector x reader, eventual Steven Grant x reader

Marc Spector has become somewhat of a regular at your (very legitimate and not at all illegal) business-much to his chagrin. When three months roll by with no word from your grumpy “friend” you decide to search him out. What you discover has you baffled.

Series Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Actions Have Consequences (Drabble) 😈 😭

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Lloyd is so happy to have you home, but he needs to show you what happens when you don’t listen to his rules.

Front Row Seat (One Shot) 😈 🥵 😭

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size!Reader

Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.

Put On The Costume  (Drabble) 😭 😈

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Late night angsty drabble 💍

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

What’s In A Name? (One Shot) 😭 🥰

Soft!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Reader

You finally tell Ransom how much you hate the nickname he gave you.

So You Want To Tango? (In Progress Series) 😈 🥵 😭

Stepbro!Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Plus Size!Reader 

All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

Castiel Novak (Supernatural)

Kiddo (Modern Day AU Completed Series) 🥰 😭 🥵

 Older Bro’s Best Friend!Castiel x College Student!Reader

What can a girl do when the guy she’s loved since middle school still calls her “Kiddo”? Well, maybe a night no one expected and a few too many drinks can change everything

Pt.1

 Pt. 2 

 Pt. 3 🥵

Jack Kline (Supernatural)

Baking With The Devil’s Son (One Shot) 🥰

Jack Kline x Reader Platonic Relationship

It’s Jack’s birthday and you’re gonna make sure it’s a celebration to remember! Which means you get to deal with baking the cake. Jack does have some concerns about your expertise, though. (For @squirrel-moose-winchester Crack Fic Challenge. My prompt was ‘Jack Asks Questions’)

[flordeamatista]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to your favorite writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

— Oh Darling, My Soul - Sun!Ari Levison x Moon!f!reader

— Glimpse of You - Ari Levison x curvy!Reader (this chronic pain fic)

— Lover of Passion - soft dark!Mob!Bucky Barnes x soft dark!Female Reader

— A Butterfly Will Fly- soft dark!Andy Barber x ballet dancer!Reader

— Love Can Only Hurt Like This - Steve Rogers x reader

[ao3feed-buckyreader]

pretty when you cry

by bellasburdens

dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader in a dark!soulmate au originally posted on tumblr (bellareadsandrecs)

Words: 39159, Chapters: 12/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Biker Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Bikers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Rape/Non-con Elements, Stockholm Syndrome, Soulmates, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Smut, Breaking and Entering, Injury, Originally Posted on Tumblr, bellareadsandrecs, plus size reader, Chubby Reader, Curvy Reader, dark happy ending

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38758851

[1000night]

Let the old dream faded （1/?）

Steve Rogers x asian curvy reader（Peony）

Note: no betas, all mistakes are mine. Eng is not my first language.

Summary : You finally had enough of his old dreams about Peggy Carter. You sold your no- longer shared house and moved to South California after he back for his true love. You and your friends opened a bar called Widow Club.

When you heard the gun shot, you met Steve again.

It shouldn't happened. It was your daydream, he couldn't be here. Steve Rogers wouldn't be here.

But he's right here. In front of you, he's wearing his gray hoodie and straight fit jeans instead of wearing his suit. The shield protects him and another man.

Steve doesn't care about the man's thanks. He step toward you, his jaw clenched, the dark aura around him makes your instinct screaming to RUN.

You step backward, but he catch you in his arms, his breath tickles your ear and makes you flinch.

"Did you get hurt, my love? I'm not too late, am I?" "What…why are you doing here? Where's Miss Carter… or Mrs.Rogers I guess?"

You can taste the blood in your mouth, you stare down, don't want to meet his deep blue eyes. You can't bear seeing his expression about Peggy. Can't anymore.

His chuckle sounds like he's laughing at your nonsense jealous and broken love. You try to struggle but his arms just hug more tight.

"Mrs. Rogers is in my arms now, I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you. I…"

"It's not important anymore, Steve." You cut his sentence, he stiffed but doesn't say anything

"I just finally accept the fact that you can't let your old dream fade and," You blink away your tears "…and the wrong love is me, not Peggy."

"No, it's not true. You're not the wrong love. I…" He notices some people are watching both of you, he sighs and asks

"Can you give me some time? "

"Why should I? All you need to say has been said at the night." You struggle out and turn around

"Let the wrong love gone, Rogers. You've been broken my heart, don't hurt her the second time."

Then you walk away.

[nickfowlerrr]

trust me - chapter two

series masterlist

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader (dark!steve/soft!dark steve and bucky/soft!dark bucky)

warnings: not really any for this chapter but this series is dark so again, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. some mentions of paranoia, anxiety, and a previous attack reader experienced. +18 ONLY. (if i’m missing something important pls let me know!)

words: 1.5k

notes: a whole year later, here’s chapter two. i’m so unsure i’ll ever finish this series but i figured, might as well share what i have. this isn’t edited so sorry for any errors!

You slept through dinner time, thoroughly worn out thanks to Bucky who was sleeping right alongside you on the couch, both of you naked as could be. You only woke up when you were suddenly jolted by something, someone.

Steve had arrived at the cabin, unsurprised to find you and Bucky still laying on the couch. He admired your form as you were pressed into Bucky, his arms wrapped around you, unintentionally protecting your decency. A lick of jealousy hit him once again. He scowled at his friend and kicked the back of the couch. Hard.

You startled against Bucky with a gasp as the force of Steve’s kick shoved the couch and would’ve had you rolling off of it if not for Bucky tightening his hold on you instinctively. Looking up, you were met with the dark, piercing blue eyes of Steve. You yelped in surprise, pulling Bucky’s body on top of yours completely to hide beneath him. He sleepily obliged, raising up on a forearm so as not to smoosh you. He turned to face Steve, looking annoyed himself. Steve was supposed to give him a heads up when he landed. He knew you were on even more of a hair trigger lately, not to mention how much you cared for your privacy, and how you were about anyone seeing you in any kind of state you considered vulnerable. It took months before you finally felt close enough with Bucky to show him any kind of vulnerability and he took that seriously. He knew Steve was getting impatient but the last thing he wanted to do was rush you. And he never would have let Steve just walk in on you naked like this. It was bad enough he went ahead with this rushed plan of his before even talking to Bucky about it, sending you out here on your own and only then telling him about it, and now he’s already made you uncomfortable within mere minutes of getting here.

“What happened to calling?” Bucky gruffed.

“I did. You didn’t answer,” he responded. “Either of you.” Steve’s eyes cut to you again as he spoke sharply.

“Alright, well, you wanna give us a minute to get dressed, pal?” Bucky said, just as harsh.

Steve rolled his eyes before he began to walk back out of the room. “Hurry up,” he barked as you watched his retreat.

“Okay, something is seriously up,” you spoke quietly as Bucky let you up off the couch to redress. “He’s obviously pissed off about something..”

“Don’t stress on it, doll,” he told you as he slipped his shirt back on. “Probably just had a rough flight or something.”

You roll your eyes as you finish putting your clothes back on and then wait.

Bucky leaves you for just a minute to go get Steve so you can all finally get on the same page.

You were fixing the couch when they came into the room.

You pick your head up and meet Steve’s eye instantly before looking over to Bucky and sitting down.

“So, you gonna tell us what the hell is going on now?” you say, sharper than you intended.

The tick of Steve’s jaw alone is telling as your stomach twists.

“The mission’s been compromised.”

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t.

“…That’s all you’re gonna say?” you question.

“That’s all I can say.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Bab-” Bucky tries to interject.

“No,” you say standing up in exasperated defiance, shooting your eyes to him before looking back to Steve. “What the fuck is going on here, Steve? Really.”

Bucky crosses his arms and looks to Steve for his answer.

“Look, there’s a lot I can’t tell you right now,” he says, suspiciously sending an annoyed look to Bucky as he does. “But believe me, you’ll know everything soon enough. The three of us are gonna be here for a while, though. There’s nothing we can or have to do right now, so let’s just enjoy the down time while we have it. I promise you I have everything under control, and when there’s something you need to know, you’ll know it.”

You didn’t realize how close he had gotten while he spoke until his hand came down reassuringly on your shoulder, sending an unexplained chill through you.

“Alright?” he follows up. Your eyes fall to his hand still on you before you look away, keeping your face down.

“Yeah,” you answer, though your tone makes it clear you aren’t satisfied with his explanation, or lack thereof.

His hand slowly drops from your shoulder before he squeezes your arm lightly and turns away.

“I’m gonna go get settled,” he announces before sending another sharp look to Bucky. “Buck,” he says with a nod of his head.

You watch the two of them go and then check the time. It’s a little past eight. You briefly consider starting something for dinner, but the uneasy feeling still gnaws at you and your focus just isn’t on cooking right now.

Instead, you go to the laundry room and grab the clean bedding, taking it back upstairs to your room to make the bed.

It doesn’t take you very long, and you decide to clean yourself up and start getting ready for bed, despite the fact that you’d just slept for five hours.

You wash off in the shower quickly and by the time Bucky comes into the room, you’re dried and in your pajamas.

“Hey,” he says as he approaches you, looking... off. You can’t quite put a finger on what it is or why.

“Hi,” you respond, instinctively wrapping your arms around him as he returns the gesture. “You okay?”

He picks you up with ease and you hold tighter to him. No matter how many times he does it, you’re always terrified one day he’s gonna drop you.

“Yeah,” he mumbles against your skin as he buries his face in your neck before taking you to the bed and easing you down to sit on the edge. He gets on his knees in front of you and rests his head in your lap as you play with his hair.

“You sure about that?” you prod gently.

“Yeah, I just. I get what you were saying last night. It’s not the same when Steve’s here. Not that I don’t want him here,” he quickly corrects himself, “it’s just different.”

“No, I know what you mean,” you assure him as you run your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp before you urge him to look up at you. “But no matter what, we’re still here together,” you smile softly as you gaze into his dreamy blues, “and that’s all that matters.”

Bucky leans up to kiss you gently, taking your face delicately in his strong hands as he deepens it before he has to pull away to allow you both some air.

“I love you, doll, you know that?”

“I know, Buck. I love you more.”

Bucky grins, “I don’t think that’s even possible,” he argues playfully as he gets up and pushes you gently down on the bed, eliciting a delicate laugh from you as he crawls on top and begins attacking with kisses and teasing touches.

A knock on the bedroom door gets your attention as Bucky begrudgingly parts from you, allowing you to sit up as he goes to open the door for Steve.

“I’m gonna make something to eat, you guys hungry?” he asks, his earlier anger and irritation seemingly gone now.

“Yeah,” Bucky responds for both of you, “We’ll be right down.”

You hear Steve walk away and then listen to his heavy steps as he goes downstairs.

You look at Bucky petulantly.

“What?” he asks with a huffed laugh.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten since lunch, you can’t just skip meals. ‘S not good for you,” he says, taking your hand and tugging you off the bed. You follow him reluctantly.

As you leave the room, you stop at the top of the stairs, tugging Bucky’s hand a bit.

He turns and looks down at you, waiting for you to speak.

“Seriously, nothing about this seems off to you?” you ask in earnest.

Bucky blinks, taking in your words before you watch him swallow a little thickly. He takes both your hands in his and gives you a half smile.

“Baby,” he starts, bringing one of your hands to his lips and kissing it gently, “you’re okay. We’re okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

His sincerity eases you just slightly as you sigh and nod, a rush of guilt coming over you for being so paranoid. You’re probably stressing him out for no real reason.

You want to explain yourself, the sudden urge to tell him everything about that night, the attack, the true reason you were so on edge lately - well, more so than normal.. - to tell him all of it, was strong.

But you couldn’t do it right now.

You’d tell him later, after you ate and you two were alone again.

[bowdownbucky]

𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part 2 <3

summary: you have an encounter with your best friend’s brother bucky!

pairing: innocent! reader x college! bucky

warnings: cursing, asshole! steve rogers, kissing, drug use, oral (female receiving) fingering.

your heart began to beat heavily, bucky didn’t care that his sister was outside of the door but you started to feel guilty. this was so wrong of you and you didn’t even want to look at yourself. “you better answer her sweethear, she’s not gonna leave.” bucky taunts you, he hand trails your stomach, groping your breasts hard. “uh-im almost finished, i h-had to ohhh.” you slap you hand over your mouth, bucky smirks as he pinches you nipple again.

“what?” rebecca moved closer to the door. “are you okay? i’m coming in.” your eyes widens, you pushed bucky away and slowly cracked the door. “i’m f-fine, the um…pizza! the pizza went down the wrong hatch.” you lie. rebecca’s face screws up. “ew i did not need to know that y/n” you watch as she walks into her room. you close the door, leaning your head back onto the wooden frame.

you closed your eyes and hoped that this was all a dream, that you didn’t actually kiss your best friends brother. you slowly open your eyes only to meet a pair of blue eyes, bucky laughs at you. “went down the wrong hatch? seriously?” you cross your arms in front of your chest. “well what was i supposed to say, sorry can’t talk now i’m making out with your brother. she’s kill me!” you exclaim, you ran your hands down your face in an irrational manner. this was too much for you and bucky didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“would you chill out? here take a hit, it will make you feel better.” bucky offers the small bud once more, you smack it out of his hand. “do you always solve your problems with weed!” you hiss. his eyes were low, he watched as the joint flew onto the ground. you hitch your breath realizing what you did, you see his tongue rub his lower lip. you almost melt at the sight.

“your gonna regret the doll.” he seethes into your ear. he pushes you against the door, you let out a yelp but he covers your mouth. “i know a way you can make it up to me, and you are gonna make it up to me. you know why baby?” you shake your head. “because you don’t want to get on my bad side. i would hate to ruin that innocence of yours.” he whisperers, he hands managed to find their way to you ass, giving it a light squeeze before letting you go.

you move from the door and he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you could barely comprehend what happened let along what he meant by his bad side. you grabbed the nail polish remover and walk back to rebecca room. “finally! you took forever.” you mumble a small sorry and sat on her bed, she lends you her hand and you get to work on her nails, she chose a peach color and wanted you to add a french tip, such a classic.

as you continue painting her nails she squeals making you mess up the curved line. “becca! your nails!” you groan. “i don’t care! why didn’t you tell me?” you tilt your head confusingly. “you and steve hooked up and you didn’t tel me?!” you eyes go wide. “what! no! where did you get that from?” you ask her. she huffs. “no, no, no, no don’t try to act all innocent! you and chris did it and there is evidence on your neck. i rest my case.” you rush off the bed and check your neck, you internally face palm seeing dark purple marks all over your neck.

“i had no idea steve was like that. i guess i have to stop making fun of him now.” she chuckles. “just taking me home my ass! so how was it? was he big? why arent you giving me details.” rebecca whines, kicking her feet in her bed. you ignored her and attempted to kneed out the hickies. as you run the marks you notice bucky staring at you from his room door, you could practically feel his smirk as you watched his reflection go back to his room. you heart raced as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“it’s no big deal i just burnt myself with a straightener.” you curse to yourself knowing she wouldn’t fall for that. “fine don’t tell me! i’m going to sleep, all this secrecy has made me tired.” rebecca yawns, you hoped she wouldn’t ask you about the hickey again because lying was never your forte. you lie in the large bed, clouded in your own thoughts.

did he like you? was he just messing with you? you had so many assumptions of why he kissed you, what bothered you the most was that you had steve. steve was a jock and you were an outcast, you didn’t know how it would work. even though you and steve hadn’t officially said you were together, you still respected him and wanted to be faithful.

the next morning at school, you kept your head down and didn’t talk to anyone for the most part. no one really seems to notice because you were kind of a nobody. you sat in your forensics class, jotting down notes here and there. you stop writing when you feel a hand creep up your thigh. you turn your head toward steve, he kept a straight face and didn’t acknowledge how unamused you were.

“what are you doing?” you whisper. steve’s hand tries to travel up your skirt but you close your legs firmly. “steve!” he turns to you. “we’re in the middle of class.” you point out. “i’m sorry you know i can’t resist you baby. let me make it up to you but taking you out after homecoming.” you hault yourself as you almost roll your eyes at him. steve could be pushy sometimes especially when it came to losing your virginity to him. you hated that rebecca told him that, now he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“oh really.” you say pretending to be intrigued. “the guys and i bought hotel rooms for tonight and we get to bring a special girl along. and you know since your my favorite girl, i thought we could go together and have fun. go swimming, watch movies, kiss, cuddle, the whole nine and maybe some other stuff if you want.” you remove his hand from your thigh and continue writing notes. “i told you steve i’m not ready for that stuff yet.”

steve huffs, returning back to the lesson. your virginity wasn’t something that you kept sacred but you wanted you first time to be meaningful and steve hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet so your answer would always be no if he asked. when school ended you took the bus home, you quickly packed a bag full of makeup, hair supplies and your clothes for homecoming. you checked the time, almost cursing yourself seeing how you were going to be late to rebecca’s house.

you ran as fast as you could to the barnes’ house, you could practically feel the lecture rebecca was going to give you. luckily, you live a few blocks down from the barnes so it wouldn’t be too long of a walk/run. when you arrived at the barnes’ you quickly rang the doorbell. the door opens’ revealing a shirtless bucky who looked like he just got out of the shower. “can i help you?” he smirks looking down on you.

“becca t-told m-me to come, for homecoming.” you gulped attempting to maintain eye contact. his couldn’t help but peek at his glistened abs, you really hoped he didn’t catch on to you checking him out. before he could let out a snarky comment rebecca came gritting down the stairs with curlers in her hair. “there you are! y/n your late and we only have three hours to get ready.” you pushed pass bucky and ran up the stairs.

bucky watched at how nervous you were, it was like the fuel he ran on. rebecca closed her door and pushes you onto her vanity chair. “please tell me i have creative freedom tonight!” rebecca pleads with her big blue eyes staring at you. you sigh and nod. she kisses your forehead before beginning your makeup.

after a few hours of prodding, poking, blending, and brushing, rebecca finally finished your makeup and hair. normally you wouldn’t wear makeup because you didn’t know how to do it very well but when you did have it on you truly looked like a princess. “now carefully get into your dress y/n, i swear to god if you mess up an eyelash i will kill you.” she threatens you with her high pitched voice. you removed your jeans and shirt revealing your body, you quickly unzipped the dress as you start to compare your body to rebecca’s. becca was tall and slim while you were a little curvy. you had a small tummy with stretchmarks and she had a flat tummy with a slender waist. your best friend was beautiful and you didn’t want to see mom jealous, so you put up a front and delt with it.

you and rebecca were finally dressed, rebecca looked stunning in her white and pink dress. with the help of rebecca and mrs.barnes, you had pick a pale green dress, the curve of the dress fit you like a glove. the creases on the dress made you look more mature and sexier. you were never use to being sexy so the look on your face made rebecca freak out. “you totally hate it, i knew we should’ve gone with the black dress.” you shake your head. “n-no! it looks…great. thank you becks.” the door opens, your heart quickens when you meet a pair of bright eyes. you noticed bucky had put on a shirt, a part of you were bummed out. “would it kill you to knock! we’re girls who need privacy!” rebecca yells. bucky didn’t give his sister the time of day, his eyes were fixated on you. you felt self conscious as he stared at you long and hard. “mom and dad are going to a banquet dinner in manhattan. they won’t be back until tomorrow.” he tells rebecca. she crossed her arms in confusion. “what? no! i was supposed to have the car tonight. how the hell are we supposed to get to hoco?” rebecca flings her arms up dramatically.

bucky chuckles at his sister’s agony. “wait!” you spoke up as bucky was about to walk away. “c-can y-ou drive us?” you ask quietly. rebecca pulled your arm. “are you crazy? do you know what people say if we shows up to homecoming in a pickup truck?” rebecca vocalized. you couldn’t care less what people had to say, you just wanted and excuse to be see bucky. “becca this is important to you and even you said yourself we had to be there under any circumstances.”

rebecca whines. “fine but you’re dropping us off a block away. i need to retouch my hair, you’ve made me stress away the curls.” you watched as she pushes past bucky, leaving the two of you. you stare at him for a second then turn around, attempting to act uninterested. “you know you should skip this whole homecoming thing altogether.” bucky told you. “what! no, this is important to becca and i promised her i’d be there.” you felt his presence behind you, your back was pressed to his front. “come on doll, you never seemed like the type to be into this stuff anyway. i have a few places we could go instead. wouldn’t that be way more fun.” he was baiting you and hell, you were falling for it very hard. he pushed your hair to the side, laying a kiss on your shoulder. his hand cupped your waist, pulling you as close as you could get.

his pressed more kisses up your neck, he liked testing you, he would make you beg for it if you gave him the chance. “c’mom dollface, don’t you wanna have fun with me?” you almost gave him a nod but refrained. “i should go help rebecca, see you in a few james.” you walk away smiling to yourself, you won this round of the game but best believe, bucky was going to win the next level.

you sat in between bucky and rebecca once more, y’all were currently picking up nathan and steve, your dates for the evening. “you look beautiful beck.” nathan smiles at his girlfriend. rebecca left you in the front with bucky so she could kiss her boyfriend more. steve walks to the front car door but bucky locks him out. “hey man, open the door.” steve groans. the two had seem to have history and now you were going to be in between it. “you know the rules big guy, no douches in the front seat.” bucky smirks. “then why are you sitting up here asshole?” steve sarcastically jokes. rebecca huffed from the back, leaning in the front of the seat. “hey dickheads, we don’t have time for this, have your cat fight after hoco. let’s go!” she demands. steve huffs, taking a seat next to the couple who had no problem with pda.

the ride to the school was pretty silent except for the rock music playing from the radio. you stared out of the window, you could tell bucky was mad because of how tight he was holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were almost white from the tight grip. suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. your eyes widened, you quickly look back to make sure no one saw what was happening. “what are you doing?” you whisper. he doesn’t say anything to you, his hand stays on your thigh and his eyes stay on the road but you could still see the smirk on his face. you tried to push his his hand away but he only moves it higher, almost touching your core. you didn’t want to play games anymore, you were never built for them, you open your legs up more, instead of doing what you wanted, he removed his hand. “alright guys, have a good night.” rebecca and nathan were the first ones to leave the truck. steve exits the truck and stands by youre window. “you coming?” you nod to him. “i’ll be out in a second.” steve walks away from the window, bucky bursts out into laughter.

you throw a punch at his arm but he doesn’t flinch at you. “thats not funny! you’re so mean.” you pout. “no what’s funny is you actually going out with steve.” you eye him in confusion. steve was a good guy, he could be a little pushy but that was just high school boys. “he’s nice and he asked me to go with him. i really don’t see what’s funny bucky.”

“you think just because the guy asked you to a dance, he suddenly changes his player ways. i think you forgot i use to be one of those guys. guys like that don’t fal for girls like you” he pauses. “all he wants is to get you under him and then he’s gonna hop to the next willing participant. god you’re so naive.” you crossed your arms. “you’re such a jerk james! at least he has the decency to not play with my feelings! you’re sister was right! you’re nothing but a-an…asshole.” you yell, leaving the truck with a slam of the door. you surprised yourself at how you went off on him, what did he know about steve. you knew being involved with bucky was bad but now you officially got your sign to stay away from him.

you walked into the school looking for steve. you pushed pass people grinding and dancing on each other. when you find steve you see he’s not alone, he was dancing with lila miller. the two were close together, you turn you back in disgust once you catch the two of them share a very tongue-filled kiss. you sit at the table in annoyance. of course bucky would be right about steve, you hated the fact that he was right.

it took an hour and a half for steve to find you sitting at the table, watching everyone have fun. “hey y/n sorry i was waiting for you but then the guys wanted to go take some shots in the bathroom.” steve leans over to kiss your lips but you dodge him. he looks at you with a confused face. “come on let’s go dance.” he offers you his hand, you play with the fork that was covered in strawberry cake. “i’m good, maybe you should go dance with lila instead.” you say. steve sits back down in the chair, he cleared his throat. “you saw that? i didn’t think you’d be mad, it’s not like we’re together or anything.”

you roll your eyes, pushing your plate away from you. you get up and begin walking to the double doors. as you enters the hallways you ignore steve calling your name. “y/n! can you just wait a minute!” he yells, pulling your arm back causing you to hault. “it was just a dance, i was being nice. you can’t just get mad at me like that, i asked you to be my girlfriend more than once and you said no.”

“because all you want from me is sex which is not ready to give to you. you don’t think i hear about you hooking up with girls in the gym closet. i don’t want to be the next dumb girl who becomes a play thing for you.” you snap on him. “oh come on, sex is just sex, why do you make such a bug deal over this?” he groans.

“it’s not just sex steve, i want it to be meaningful and memorable. i’m sorry if i don’t want to hook up in a sleezy hotel.” you yell, your faces were extremely close. “and you think barnes is gonna make it special? god you’re so naive.” you furrow your brows, what did bucky have to do with this situation. “he has nothing to do with this steve! you asked me to come to this dance with you only for you to dance with another girl and make me look dumb sitting there waiting for you. you can’t take your hotel invite and shove it up your ass.” you walk away from steve, this time he didn’t bother calling your name. after he heard you curse at him he knew you guys were not going to work this out

you sit on the stairs of the school, tears slowly slid from your eyes. you felt so stupid and used, you knew steve was right but it still hurt. you two weren’t together and if he wanted to take another girl to the hotel he could because you weren’t together. you cringe at how bucky was right about steve, you wanted to be angry at him but he did warn you.

you decide to head home, walking alone the lonesome streets of brooklynn. you were wet due to the copious amount of rain fall, you shiver once more and continue to walk to your house. you noticed a familiar truck driving beside you. bucky rolls down his window. “get in.” he tells you. you continue walking, deciding to ignore the older boy. “come on doll it’s raining. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking alone.” you couldn’t believe he as trying to flirt with you right now. you were hurt by his words and you were standing your ground, well that was until you heard a loud crack of lightning. you quickly rushed into the truck, slamming the door behind you.

before bucky could speak you began to talk. “just because i’m sitting in here with you, doesn’t mean i forgive you.” you seethed. bucky nods at you. “okay.” you angrily slap his arm. “okay? are you serious right now? how about a sorry for being a jerk!” you yell at him. bucky doesn’t acknowledge you, he starts looking for something in his truck. “god! boys are stupid! all you do is crave sex and hurt girls!” you rant, arms crossed over your chest. once you finished your rant you peek over at bucky holding two blunts. “wanna get high?”

you later found yourself in bucky’s room, high as a kite. you didn’t know what effect he had on you but you gave into his temptation. you sat on his bed, letting him shotgun smoke onto your mouth. “god you’re so hot.” bucky kisses your right shoulder. you softly hum in response, he trails his kisses to your exposed neck. you knew this was wrong on so many level but it felt so right.

“kiss me.” you whisper against him. the drugs in your system had your hormones at an all time high, you needed him to touch you. bucky locks his lips with yours, tongue roaming each other’s mouth in such a sensual way. bucky’s hand roams your body, cupping your breasts then your neck. you moan as he applies pressure to your throat.

he slides down you dress straps, with every kiss and touch you felt your dress being pulled lower and lower. bucky lifts you up on his lap, helping you out of the green champagne dress. you were fully exposed to him, his large hands grope your ass. he slaps the soft skin sending your lower half to grind against his tight jeans. bucky groans, pulling you closer to his bottom half. you felt the jean material rub against your clothes clit, your body shakes at the new feeling. “god you have no idea what you do to me princess.” he moans into your neck. his right hand unhooks your bra, you let the bra fall off of you. bucky eyes your bare chest, his blue eyes darken filling with lust.

he pulls your breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around your swollen nipple. you grip onto his shirt, when moves your ass back and forth on his pants. “p-please bucky.” you whine, your body was aching for him to touch you. “what do you want doll?” you grab his, guiding him to your clothed cunt. you slip his hand under you, allowing his to grope your pussy. your mouth gapes open when bucky slowly rubs your clit back and forth.

when he notices you like the feeling of him touching you, it sends him into a deep lustful trance. he flips you over, bucky’ dog tags dangle over you. he kisses between your breast, trailing down to your stomach then he comes in contact with your laced white panties.

you can feel his breath on your wet core. he inhales you, moaning as if your cunt was the drug he was addicted to. he removed your panties from your body, bucky’s cock hardens once he caught a look at your pussy, your cunt was glistening from how wet it was, it took everything in bucky not to dive right in. “your so wet for me baby, and i haven’t even touched you yet. your pussy is begging for me to devour it.” bucky taunts. he slips one finger in your folds, your back arches at the finger passes your clit.

“bucky…please. i’ll do anything.” you beg. bucky perks an eyebrow at you. “anything?” you nod vigorously. “you’re going to cum for me three times. understand?” you nod your head. bucky licks a stride up your cunt. he moans at the taste of you. bucky wraps his pink lips around your clit, your legs spread wide as you beg for him to devour you. your back arches more, his hands pin your waist down to keep you steady, you screw your eyes shut as he sucks your clit into his mouth softly.

you moan out in pleasure, letting your hands grip his soft brown hair. you tug on his roots, attempting to push him closer to you. bucky pulls away earring a whine from you, he slips his middle finger into your core. at first his movements were slowly, he was preparing before adding his ring finger. you rode his fingers, moaning as he pumped you. you watch as he spits on your core, watching his saliva mix in with your cunt. you felt your stomach tighten, bucky felt your pussy clench around his fingers, imagining you around his cock.

he wastes no time, diving into your pussy. his tongue rapidly worked your clit, his fingers pumping you at a fast pace. your body was overwhelmed by all the stimulation. “bucky!” you scream at the top of your lungs. you were now grinding against his face, he didn’t tease you anymore, now he was on a mission to give you your orgasm. your legs shake, you cry out for bucky, your toes curled and your back arches to its full extent. bucky slows his movements as you come down from your high.

you collapse on his bed, you shiver as you feel bucky remove his hand from your pussy. you try to catch your breath, bucky hovers over you. “who knew my babydoll had that in you.”

[mikkomacko]

Domestic Wolf

Bucky Barnes x nurse! reader

Warnings: Blood, gun wounds, mentions of death, mentions of math, Bucky being a sweetheart

Part 2

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Bucky Barnes is a grumpy hunk of a man that would rather glare at his shoes than actually reveal any sort of human emotions or functions. He's painfully stubborn and persistent, thinks he's always right, and he's been on Sam Wilson's tail ever since their mission with the Flag Smashers. Sam doesn't know how he got stuck with the robotic super soldier, but he blames Steve Rogers for it. He'd left Sam with the weight and responsibility of a vibranium shield and an antisocial assassin. Well, former assassin, but that doesn't make the man any less terrifying. Sam's reminded of that as he's dragged through a neighborhood in Queens, dizzy with the pain of the bullet wound in his thigh.

"We should be going to a hospital!"

Bucky purposely jostles him, sending a stinging wave of pain through his injured leg. "That's exactly where'd they want us to go and I don't know about you, but I'm not walking into an ambush like that."

Sam knows he's right but rather than admit it, he huffs in frustration and let's the big burly soldier carry him down a couple more blocks. It's not until they're ducking through an alley that Sam gets an idea of where they might be going. He almost wants to throw up as he asks, "are you taking me to the bug's house?"

If Bucky were an asshole at heart he'd drop Sam right then and there. "No I'm not taking you to the fucking spider kids house. Why would I want to go there?"

"We're in Queens! You don't know anyone else here do you?"

Bucky ignores him, shoving his right hand into the pocket of his jacket and digging out a set of keys. They jingle as he stops in front of a metal gate, Sam's blurry eyes realizing it was the entrance to an apartment complex. It wouldn't have been a big deal if this had been the complex Bucky lives in but it's not. Why does he have keys to this place?

He's pulled up the walkway and into the building, gritting his teeth when Bucky leads him to the flight of stairs. Sam's almost embarrassed when they reach the third floor and Bucky has to physically lift him off the ground to carry him to two more flights.

"We don't talk about this ever!" Sam pants, wiping at his sweat lined forehead as they head down a narrow hallway.

"Fine," Bucky agrees, coming to a stop in front of a dark blue door. "but that to extends to everything in here too."

Shoving the keys in the door, Bucky quickly unlocks it and let's it swing open. Sam's half delirious but he's certain that the fairy lights in the entryway and the baby blue rug on the floor don't belong to Bucky. He's also certain that Bucky wouldn't be spending his time in an apartment that smells like guava and clearly has a Disney movie playing.

"Where are we?" Sam asks, leaning against the door that Bucky's just shut and locked. He doesn't receive an answer before a soft voice is calling out for the man next to him. He's barely registered the figure of a girl come into the entryway when Bucky steps between them, blocking Sam's view with his broad shoulders.

"Hey doll," the super soldier greets, voice warmer than Sam has ever heard before. "Sorry it's late. Had a little trouble." And he must have lost a lot of blood because there's no way Bucky Barnes is crouching down and wrapping his arms around the waist of this girl, lifting her off the floor to press a kiss to her lips.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

Sam must really be dying. There's no way he's hearing the brute of a man chuckle over the sound of this girl patting him down for injuries. "M'fine. Bird man needs a little of your magic though."

Bucky is finally moving out of the way, revealing Sam to this girl. Like most, she's much shorter than Bucky, curvy and cute instead of strong and stoic like the man in front of her. She's not someone he'd ever imagine Bucky being with. Baggy pajama pants that look like they're patterned with a cartoon drawing of Thor's hammer and a tee-shirt that reads "Little Miss Fucking Sunshine" in bubbly letters. Like her voice, her features are soft and welcoming, eyes comforting when they take in the blood on his leg.

"Bucky Barnes why do you still have him standing?" She gasps, shoving him towards Sam. "Sit him at the table. I'll be right back."

She disappears around the corner as Bucky hoists Sam up with an arm around his waist and guides him through the doorway to the right. A kitchen barely big enough to fit the two of them, and a small table for four is what greets them.

"How do you know her?"

Bucky slides out a chair, gently lowering Sam into it and then propping his injured leg up on the other one. "She's my girl."

Before Sam can ask anymore, she's back, rushing into the kitchen with her hair now pulled up in a bun on her head and a large medical kit in her hands. Bucky takes it from her, setting it on the table as she moves to wash her hands. He's in and out of a daze as Bucky preps a needle and thread for her, Sam's brain still trying to comprehend that Bucky has a girlfriend in Queens and she's far cuter than any girl Sam thought he'd go for.

"Just a nick doll, and I already put a little bandage." Bucky explains as she pulls up another chair by Sam's slumped figure. "Just needs some cleaning and stitching."

She had him swallow some painkillers and water, immediately going to work as she removes the haphazard bandage on his leg and begins cleaning the wound. Sam can feel Bucky hovering, watching her work as if she were some sort of Goddess creating life at her fingertips. It's entertaining to see, but it gets even better when he hovers too close over her shoulder and she huffs, turning to him with a forced smile.

"Buck," she says sweety, "why don't you get washed up and changed? It's almost time for bed anyway."

And Sam's actually guffawing at that, hand clutching his stomach as he giggles through the dulling pain. "Didn't know you had a curfew Barnes. I would've brought you home sooner."

Bucky's jaw clenches, eyes darkening as he glares at Sam. Wordlessly, he cups her jaw between the slick metal of his thumb and pointer finger, tenderly swiping his knuckle over her chin when their eyes meet. Again, Sam is thrown for a loop, practically gawking as Bucky leaves the kitchen, moving down the hall with the comfortableness of someone who lives there. Sam wonders how long Bucky's been hiding this girl.

"He got a curfew after the whole Blip thing," she suddenly says, a sadness in her tone that typically accompanies talk of the Blip. "It's either a text goodnight or his boots by the front door."

Sam's eyes practically bug out of his head. "You've known him since then?"

A bashful smile tugs at her lips, her cheeks flushing as she resumes patching up his leg. "Yeah. Met him in Romania when he was on the run. I was volunteering at a refugee camp there and we just..."

The little shrug and giggle that she gives him is so giddy and happy, Sam's thinks they might be talking about two different people here. Bucky Barnes with this ray of sunshine? Seems the poor guy's finally struck some sort of luck. Well deserved, honestly.

"I'm y/n by the way," she introduces, looking up at him to briefly smile. "I figured he hasn't mentioned me. He's really careful about our life together."

"Yeah," Sam says because after everything, Bucky deserves this. Deserves to have a sweet girl that gives him curfews and blushes at the sound of his name, one he gets to keep a secret for as long as he'd like.

They sit in silence for a moment longer while she finishes stitching him up, placing a temporary bandage over the wound. "I'll get you some clothes to change into and then we'll put a real wrap on that."

With the nick stitched and the painkillers running through his system, Sam is able to follow her out of the kitchen and into the living room. He waits, observing the place while she disappears into the bedroom. A cartoon is playing on the TV, an old one that Sam can't seem to place, and more fairy lights are strung up in all the windows. A fluffy grey rug lay beneath the couch and coffee table, softening the room even more than the buttery glow of y/n's lights. Sam spots a candle burning on one of the bookshelves but it's the contents of the shelf above it that draw him closer.

A framed photo of Bucky in uniform, black and white and a little fuzzy but clearly him. Only the Bucky in this photo is still boyish and bright, smiling handsomely from beneath the tipped bill of his hat. Sam's seen a copy of this photo, blown up in the Smithsonian next to the memorial exhibit of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. He has a feeling the one on this shelf is the original, because next to it is another photo of Bucky, again from back in his time. This time he's standing in the middle of three girls, all sharing the same brilliant smile that screams Barnes. It's him and his sisters. Sam's taking in the framed drawing next to it, one of Bucky and y/n a few years back, when his hair still reached his shoulders, when the floorboards creak behind him.

"It's from Wakanda," Bucky says carefully, silent on his feet as he comes up behind Sam. "Right before I went under. Steve brought her to see me, to say goodbye for a bit."

Sure enough, the signature of Steve Rogers sits in the bottom right corner. Sam had still been in the Raft at that time, patiently waiting for Captain America to come and liberate them. He's glad Bucky had that time with his girl before going under, time with the two people that have the biggest spot in his heart.

"Buck, laundry in hamper. I'll wash it tomorrow." Y/n instructs as she returns to the living room. Sam and Bucky both turn to face her, standing at attention as if she were their drill sergeant. He doesn't know how she does it, demands in such a kind manner, but he gets why the soldier next to him salutes her and clicks his heels, moving forward and kissing her cheek as she laughs. Pride wells in his chest as she shoves Bucky back towards the bedroom with a playful huff.

"Here's your clothes Sam. Bathroom is on the right. Feel free to wash up but watch your thigh."

And like the man before him, Sam nods and salutes her. Taking the clothes from her hands, he spots Bucky returning from the room, watching Sam with suspicious blue eyes.

"Don't even think about kissing her."

~

Sam sleeps on the couch that night, tucked under a thick blanket with a feathery pillow under his head and clothes that smell of Bucky on his skin. It takes him a bit to find sleep, but as he lays there thinking of the absolutely barren apartment in Manhattan that belongs to Bucky, he starts to find more of the man in the small apartment.

A few of his jackets hang by the door, most of them layered over each other in the way Bucky always wears his sweaters and coats. Vintage records, almost as old Bucky himself sit in a crate by a record player. A copy of The Hobbit rests on the coffee table and a notebook that looks like the one Steve used to carry around is piled on top of it.

The thought of Bucky finding a home here puts him at ease enough to fall asleep, thigh aching dully.

Bucky and y/n are awake before him, already puttering around the kitchen by the time his groggy eyes flutter open. He probably shouldn't be eavesdropping, but he doesn't want to miss an opportunity to see this new version of Bucky, so remains still, listening to the couple interact.

"Doll, pancakes and waffles are the same."

A sharp gasp. "Bucky Barnes, you did not just say that in my kitchen."

"Don't poke that fork at me. Same ingredients, different form."

"Okay then Steve Rogers."

A well known sigh. "Why are you calling me Steve?"

"Same ingredients, different form, aye serum boy?"

Sam has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Glad to know y/n likes to give Bucky hell.

"Steve and I are not the same," Bucky responds lowly, a hint of the man Sam knows peeking through. "you know that. Know what I've done."

His breath catches in his chest, guilt creeping in for listening to such a moment between Bucky and his girl.

"Yeah, I do know James." Y/n responds, the use of Bucky's first name sounding like a mother trying to scold her child. "I know you used to hurt people, but I've spent my whole life saving them so we even out. PEMDAS and all that crap."

Not that his approval is needed, but Sam reminds himself to tell Bucky later how much he likes y/n. She's tough on Bucky, enough to the point it may come off overbearing, but she cares about him and adores him. Besides, if she got Steve's seal of approval, he's not going to question her.

"You gonna tell me what PEMDAS is sweetheart or are you going to send me to Google again?"

Her giggle floats airily through the apartment. "I'll tell you about PEMDAS after you tell me if Sam likes pancakes or waffles."

Ah, so he was the source of today's discussion. Deciding he should probably get up, Sam tosses off his blanket and swings his legs off the sofa.

Bucky groans. "Might as well Google that too because I have no fucking clue."

Rising to his feet, Sam moves towards the kitchen. "Bucky, you've been his friend for years and you don't know his favorite breakfast?"

In the doorway he finds y/n sat on one of the counter tops, drowning in a black tee-shirt that Sam knows Bucky has 20 of. Breakfast ingredients are spread out around her but neither of them pay any mind to them as Bucky shrugs. He laughs when she hooks her feet on his hips, pulling him to stand between her thighs and cupping his neck.

"You're a terrible host Barnes."

Gently butting his forehead against hers, Bucky huffs through a smile. "He likes waffles."

Y/n narrows her eyes at him. "You sure?"

Before Bucky can respond, Sam fully enters the kitchen. "Its actually french toast," he says in greeting. "but waffles are good too."

The two part, y/n smiling at him as Bucky rests against the counter next to her. His hair sticks up on his head and his eyes are puffy with sleep but the scowl on his face remains the same old Bucky. A storm cloud next to sunshine.

"We can make french toast if you want Sam!" Y/n agrees, moving to jump off the counter. Before her feet can touch the ground, Bucky is throwing an arm around her waist, bringing her to his chest.

"Why don't you go get dressed and stuff doll. Sam and I can make breakfast." Vibranium fingers brush her hair away from her forehead, and Sam nods in agreement with his friend.

"No it's-"

"Not a question y/n," Bucky interrupts, "Sarge's orders." A kiss is pressed to the side of her head, Bucky setting her down and nudging her out of the kitchen with a tap to her hip.

Sam let's her pass, chuckling when she rolls her eyes before leaving. Bucky tosses an apron at him, moving to dig a carton of eggs out of the fridge.

"Look at you," Sam says teasingly, slipping the apron over his head. "gonna start calling you domestic wolf."

The glare he receives in return is enough to have him wishing y/n were back in the kitchen, keeping a leash on her domestic wolf. Who knew Bucky Barnes was hiding this?

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Happy August you beautiful souls ✨ another month, another rec list. 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.

Stories marked with * are a series.

Ari Levinson ✨

Worthy of heaven by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Priest!Ari Levinson x Reader

Glimpse of you by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Beach Bar Owner!Ari Levison x curvy!Reader

Ransom Drysdale & Steve Rogers ✨

*Two bosses by @labella420

Mob!Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Take the shot by @sexyprise

College!Roommate!Bucky x f!Reader

*Heaven (won't) help you by @musingsinmoonlight

Dark prince!Bucky Barnes x female princess reader

*Worst idea ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Wicked games by @summerofsnowflakes

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Avengers)

Mafia Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Six months by @metalbuckaroo

Mafia!Bucky x f!reader

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

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

*For the best by @metalbuckaroo

Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Make me by @whiskeyncoke-redux

Sam Wilson x Reader

Rapture by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x female reader

Destroyer!Chris ✨

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Destroyer!Chris x reader

Eddie Munson ✨

*Boys in bed with books by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

All the small things by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

*Cap meets camgirl by @world-of-aus

Pornstar!Steve x Camgirl!Reader

It's like that by @demonpoxballad

Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

You love when I fall apart by @bonky-n-steeb

bucky barnes x steve rogers x maid! reader

[gotnofucks]

Body Positivity Challenge Masterlist

To everyone who has come forward with their beautiful stories that sooth, empower and make us love ourselves, thank you. I’ll be compiling a list of all the delightful works submitted for this challenge. Be sure to check them out and show some love to the amazing authors who have gifted them to us.

(To join, click here)

Please read all the warnings on these works before reading them. Some of them may contain dark themes, sensitive and triggering issues and imagery, and language. Your media consumption is your responsibility and I would not stand for any hatred against any of the authors. 

The Cut by @punemy-spotted : You cannot carry all your pain on your own

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Muslim-Coded Reader

I cannot put into words how utterly beautiful this fic is. I never expected to get an entry for something as delicate a subject as FGM, and when Tessa submitted this, I was moved to tears. If there ever was a tale of love and acceptance, of forgiving yourself for crimes that were never your own and of a love great enough to overflow the ocean, this is it. 

Delight in your Sweetness by @nbraraeaves :  Zemo needs you, his pet researcher, to be a distraction for him in the field. To your immense surprise, this includes dressing up for a particularly fancy gala and pretending to be his wife. You enjoy this far more than you’d care to admit - especially in light of what comes after.

Pairing: Baron Zemo x curvy!fem!Reader

Mystery, humor, comfort, love and a plot that will steal your breath, those are just a few things that are amazing about this fic. Zemo and the reader will take you on a ride that will leave you hot and bothered, but also feeling so wholesome about yourself. Loving yourself can be difficult, but together, the burden is easier to share. An absolute masterpiece of a story. 

Useless by @ironlady1993​ :  Forced to a life you never wanted to; you carried the baby for two Super soldiers. And to make things worse, you can’t even look at your once perfectly and beautiful body anymore.

Pairing: Dark!Steve rogers x Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes / Steve x Bucky

To every person who considers women a piece of meat, to every person who thinks motherhood makes one weak, this fic is a slap on your patriarchal face. This is a story of attaining self worth and love, of growing to love every mark on your body and to embrace the strength that lays in being a woman and mother. You read this fic and you come out empowered. 

The Bad Days by @avengerslittleprincess

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

There are those days where we look at ourselves and see someone we don't like. There are days when loving ourselves is a task, when accepting someone else's love is a task too. But then again, there is someone in our life ready to tell us our worth, to reflect back our beauty onto us until we become whole again. A perfect, whole fic for when you think "am I really enough?". Because you are.

Rocky Waters by @animnerd : Rose is out with her boyfriend having a great time untill some negative thoughts keep coming up. How will Bucky help out his girl?

Pairing: Bucky x OFC (Rose)

We have those days that take us over, thoughts that start infringing on our lives. When that happens, we need someone to hold us and anchor us, to assure us that the dark and difficult path we'll walk, it won't be alone. This is a story where a small kiss can act as a soothing balm, and one where Rose is never alone.

All you need by @syntheticavenger : Steve whisks you away for your first weekend together to take your mind off of work but sharing a bed together brings back insecurities you’d tried to hide.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

If some day you look into a mirror and cringe, if some day you have trouble uttering the word 'beautiful' to yourself, come here and read this fic. The marks on our body are a part of us and our beauty. They signify growth and strength, they signify beauty. When you forget that, Steve is there to remind you, and so is Synth who came us with this beautiful and wholesome story.

Do you know how beautiful you are? by @animnerd : Rose and Hook were friends for a long time. Rose had feelings for hook. One day while out on Hook’s ship enjoying the day. Rose went below deck to change clothes only to find that she has a new pimple. She flips out and tries to hid it from Hook. While hook find out?

Pairing: Hook x OFC (Rose)

I don't think any of us went through puberty without obsessing over acne and the scars left behind. Some of us struggle right into our adulthood. But reading this fic made me so happy about the bumps and are scars on my face. Beauty is a social construct, and you don't need to be "flawless" to be beautiful ❤️

Perfect Imperfections by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork : After a lifetime of issues with your skin that result in some scaring, you have a condition called hidradenitis suppurativa. (a chronic skin condition that has painful flare ups and leaves scars.) Letting Sam see these imperfections scare you, but he is a patient man.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

The next time you look into a mirror and don't like what you see, it's not you, it's the mirror. The mirror is biased, based on the society's judgement and flawed standards and it flows in us too and makes us doubt our beauty. Reading this beautiful fic helps with that. When your body is marked and you have difficulty accepting that, turn away from the silver mirror and instead look at Sam Wilson who sees only the best and beautiful in you. This will make your heart soar.

What she Deserves by @ladyfallonavenger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (super size not plus size)

When you have one of those moments where you wanna lean against the wall and cry because loving yourself is difficult, read this fic. It's a story of not just having someone who would hold you as you crumble and show you your worth, but also of self acceptance and growth. And if like me you wanna cheer as you read this, don't hesitate. Because you are a badass and a beautiful woman!

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

Are you Ok? by @animnerd : Rose and Steve worked out in the tower. Rose is in pain. Is there something she is not telling Steve?

Pairing: Steve, Wanda, Reader (platonic)

Physical disorders and conditions chip away at our self confidence. On days that we push through the pain to prove we aren't weak, we need friends to hear our unsaid cries. That's what this is about. Friendship that in enduring and without judgement. About strength that is inside and shines brightest when we're broken.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

The Mark of an Angel by @bluemusickid

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Everyday is a battle in this world of plasticity. How does one love themselves when the mirror reflects back what people say is ugly or undesirable? On the days that your body doesn't feel like a beautiful home, read this. It takes time to get over those dark thoughts, but with someone to support you beside you, I am sure you'll power through. I promise you, you'll be smiling towards the end of this.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

To Be So Loved Through It All by @geniedetails : You matched with Andy on a dating app and now it’s time to finally meet him. From 1st to 2nd to 3rd base through texting, things are heating up between you two, but will things be as easy as they were behind the screen?

Pairing: Plus Size! Black! Female! Reader x Silverfox! Daddy! Andy Barber

Have you ever bitten your lip in worry when meeting somebody because you don't think you're enough? Because you've been told your beauty is not actually beauty? If so, read this enchanting tale of two people coming together in the best of ways where body and soul are worshipped and appreciated just like they deserve to be.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

My Angels by @glazedhoneywriting : Being an Omega is tough and Y/N thought she’d never get picked and escape the auction palace but little did she know an Alpha or a pack of them would. Certainly the angels that would take her away from a place of horrors.

Pairing: Alpha!Danneel Harris x Alpha!Etla Harris x Alpha!Rachel Harris x Omega!Reader

For the women who keep their heads down, who try hard to fit into beauty standards, this is for you. Everytime you've felt unworthy and mistreated, read this fic. Not only does it break through gender roles and stereotypes, but also gives you and your body the appreciation it deserves.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

My Love Never Changes by @queenmalhinewahine : You and Steve have put off sex after having a baby. But you put it off even longer because your body is different, everything has shifted. Steve gladly puts those fears to rest.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Changes in our bodies are often difficult to deal with. We start perceiving ourselves as unworthy because of how we look. We think of underserving of love and attention. But then again, there are those in our life whose love for us never changes, no matter how much we do.

💃💃Body Positivity💃💃

Once in a while by @captainapple : You have to deal with your insecurities and Ransom’s family

Pairing : Ransom Drysdale X Chubby! Reader

It's difficult to please everyone. In fact, it's impossible. When the world wants to point out every little flaw in you, even loving yourself can be a task. So this story is a good way of reminding yourself that sometimes, it's okay to be the asshole. It's okay to be selfish and love yourself with abandon. Hold the hand of one who sees beauty in you and be happy.

💃💃Body Positivity💃💃

Lovely Dissonance by @mutants-and-soldiers : After a long hiatus, you’ve decided to throw yourself back into your one passion: Singing. It’s been a rocky road since the accident but you’re ready to get back onto your feet and brush off those singing chops that have been put to the side. You just don’t expect to find something more than just a fulfilling career.

Pairing: singer!Bucky x singer!Reader x pianist!Steve

Being judged by your appearance rather than your talent is something that sadly a lot of us have experienced. I am absolutely in awe of series that so wonderfully captures the double standards of the society so well and how at times we just need someone to see the real us and tell us our worth that goes beyond how we look.

💃💃Body Positivity💃💃

Kiss it better, baby by @shieldedreams : in frank’s eyes, you’re the most beautiful person he’s known. he learns that you don’t see the same and he strives to prove it to you. 

Pairing: Frank Adler x Reader

Sometimes it is difficult to be vulnerable in front of those we love. The fear of our demons is sometimes explicit and sometimes so internalised that we try to forget it. But this fic is proof that if you have someone in your life who truly loves you, who cares for you in a way that is pure and reaches beyond the surface, being vulnerable becomes a blessing. To have someone cherish and love us at our weakest is a beautiful feeling.

💃💃 Body Positivity💃💃

Recalcitrance by @sobluesobeautiful : Jerks, assholes, shamers.This queen doesn’t need a Prince on a white horse to come save the day, but you’ve got no objection if he fucks all the negativity away.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!busty!Short!Reader

We don't realise how much we limit ourselves subconsciously due to the "male gaze". We've been told to look and act a certain way to avoid that kinda attention, but it's so important to realise that we shouldn't have to change because some men are creeps. This is a story of a girl struggling with a body she loves, a tale of a girl trying to be more than a piece of meat. It's her story of meeting a man who loves all of her, and of her loving herself in return.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

My Angel by @saiyanprincessswanie : Steve is proud to call you his wife even when life throws a curve ball and you fall sick. No matter what anyone says you are his saving grace, his beautiful Angel. He will always be happy to remind you how much you mean to him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Disabled!Reader

Strength comes from within. It comes with facing the world with a smile despite how much the world expects you to break down. It comes from having that special someone in your life who will cheer and support you through thick and thin. This was a tale of a woman braving every battle of her life with a heart that never gives up. It's a tale of two people who never stop loving, despite what the world tells them.

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

Flowers for the Mirror by @the-soulofdevil

Pairing: None. But ima say Stucky X reader

I have very few words to say about this entry. It's something so raw and potent, something so universal in its hurt and love that I don't think I can express what it is in words. To road to healing is a bumpy one, a almost never ending one, but it's so rewarding. If you're someone who has ever found it difficult to look into a mirror, who has ever felt they weren't beautiful enough, please read this. Your soul will find in these words a kindred spirit

💃💃 Body Positivity 💃💃

Turn the Lights On by @sweetlyscared : You can hide when the lights are off, but Steve will always seek you.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

The journey to love and acceptance is laced with pain and scars. But it's so important to realise that their presence doesn't mar your beauty. It doesn't make you weak or imperfect. It makes you a warrior. A fighter. This fic is for everyone whose scars tell a story that is difficult to put it words. It's a fic to celebrate yourself and your bravery.

💃💃Body Positivity💃💃

Just The Way You Are by @jamesbarnesappreciationclub : Cassia’s inner phoenix awakens thanks to Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC! Cassia Maddox

Healing from the past takes time, but it's easier to do so with a person by your side who sees the best in you. For those who find themselves alone, know that there is always that one person who would go out of their way to make you smile.

[donutloverxo]

First night

This is for nastybuckybarnes' au challenge. I hope you like it babe.

Run through - You're nervous to consummate your marriage with your new husband.

Warnings - medieval au, smut, heavy dub con, innocent/inexpericened reader, loss of virginity, light breeding kink. Read responsibly.

Pairing - King!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - almost 3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You bit your lip getting up from the bed, thinking of maybe pacing around the chambers to help your restlessness. You looked at the pot of red wine right next to the fruit basket. You could have one, that would help with your nerves. But you were afraid you wouldn’t handle the alcohol well and make a fool of yourself in front of the king.

You looked at the crisp white cloth laid on the bed. Maybe you should lay down? That’s what your mother had told you.

“Just lay down and let your king do the job. Don’t move for a while after it’s done, or you won’t be able to conceive. If it hurts too much just think of something else”

Her words didn’t make things easier for you. But then you had heard good things about it from your friends. You really didn’t know what to believe. You hoped that you would meet a boy, fall in love and get married. Perhaps knowing a person helps with the coupling? Not that you need to know Steven anymore than you already do. He is your husband now. He could do whatever he wants with you.

When you were told you were to be married to him. You were as scared as you were happy. You didn’t know the first thing about marriage or men. But you had heard of king Stevens bravery and kindness, along with tales of his ethereal beauty. They said that he was carved out by gods themselves. You fell in love as soon as you saw his portrait. His rugged jaw covered with a thick beard, his long locks sweeped back, his broad shoulders and alert stance, akin to that of a soilder.

You couldn’t believe you were to be the queen. Being the youngest of three sisters you would never have had such an opportunity. But both your older sisters were married off. One to a prestigious Lord and another to a king of a small kingdom. You did feel a tinge of pride when they were so jealous of you. Of the power you were to have as a queen and of your beautiful and brave future husband.

Power. Something that scared you the most. Sure being a queen was glamourous. But what if you let your new kingdom and people down. What if you let your king down?

You had never met him before the wedding. When your face was unveiled, and you looked at his face and him up close you were taken aback. Of just how much more handsome he looked in reality. That portrait did him no justice.

You couldn’t tell if he found you satisfactory at all. His face was set in an unreadable expression. Was he pleased or disappointed with you? He barely spoke two words to you the entire ceremony and feast. You cringed as you recalled your first dance. How even after so many lessons you kept stepping on his feet, while he kept moving gracefully. You imagined him moving with the same grace on the battlefield.

You wanted to please him. To be enough for him. You knew men seeked pleasure from other women if they found their wives unsatisfactory. You didn’t think you could stand it if he did something like that. In a moment of desperation you asked your newly assigned handmaiden for some help on how to please a man. She, of course was embarrassed and refused to give you a clear answer. They would probably gossip about you now. No. You can’t think about that. Not right now.

You straightened your back to sit up straight as you heard the doors being opened. You let out the breathe you didn’t even know you were holding as you looked at him. With his white shirt, which gave you a generous view of his chest and the thin hair splattered over it and his dark pants, he looked much different without his informal attire. He stared you down but didn’t really acknowledged your presence as he made his way over to the wine.

Before he could pour a glass you quickly made your way over to him, fetching the glass from the table. “Allow me, my king” you gave him a nervous smile. It was probably a bad idea since you couldn’t stop your hands from shaking. You cringed as you splashed a few drops out of the glass.

He only shook his head making a sound of disapproval, grabbing the pot from you he poured the glass full handing it to you. “You might need it more than me”

“Oh well... thank you...” You took it from him. Too scared to refuse him. To tell him you absolutely hated the foul taste of wine. You tried your best to keep a straight face as you swallowed the liquid. You chugged the glass down setting it on the table. You could feel it taking effect in your limbs as you felt your whole body loosen up.

“Have you been with other men before?” he asked walking over to the bed.

You were floored by his question. They had sent a doctor to make sure you had never been touched before. Which you weren’t. He knew the answer. But then why was he asking. “I won’t dignify that with an answer” You huffed. He was getting some kind of sick pleasure from your humiliation. You wouldn’t have him make fun of you.

“Oh?” He smirked in amusement at your boldness. He felt his cock stir in his pants at your defiance. A stark contrast to what he perceived you as.

He never really cared much for marriage. Always thinking that he would find the right woman along the way. Sure he indulged in some courtesans here and there but he held back. Not wanting any bastard children. He knew how doomed their fate was just like his half brother James.

He wished for a strong woman, capable and worthy of being a queen. But he learned that you didn’t even know how to ride a horse. You were nothing more than a spoilt sheltered princess. But he agreed to the marriage, for his kingdom and his duty.

He could make it work. As long as you give him a few sons the marriage wouldn’t be an utter failure. He could learn to bear you or even care for you a bit.

But then he looked at you face, your hair and gown all made up, you were the prettiest bride he had ever seen. His bride. He couldn’t help but be proud you were going to be his.

And now that he could see you and your plump figure through the thin petticoat, he couldn’t wait to tear it off and to find out if you were just as curvy underneath. “Come here” He smirked as you instantly followed standing in front of him, your fingers fidgeting with your gown. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” he knew you hadn’t. But he needed to hear it from you. He would be proud to be your first in everything.

You shook your head staring at the floor. You looked so small and helpless in front of him. It was a dilemma. Because it made him protective of you but at the same time want to do devious things to you. He thought about how he could take you. Of course he’d get to have you every way and anyway he wanted, you were his wife and his future queen, but he needed the first time to be memorable. “What was that?”

“No. I haven’t, your grace” You spat almost spitefully.

He chuckled at that, staring at your lips, he bent down to capture them and have a taste. He felt you go stiff when his lips touched yours, as soft as rose petals and oh so sweet. You gasped into his mouth as he pulled you into him by pulling at your waist. He threw you on the bed, over the white sheet.

You stayed there panting, your kiss swollen lips, your nipples that turned into stiff peaks he groaned just at the sight of them. You were looking at him as if you were afraid of him, maybe you should be. He climbed onto the bed and settled between your legs. He pushed the helm of your petticoat up until it revealed your smooth soft legs and thick thighs to him.

“Oh! Wha –“ you stammered as he nipped at the inside of your thigh, slowing moving towards your core. He could smell your arousal. He couldn’t wait to dig his face in it and taste it. Find out if it was as sweet as you were. He wasn’t a patient man but for now he would wait. You were a fine woman. One who should be enjoyed at the fullest. So he would take his time, even if his cock was aching to be inside you.

He was trying to get the gown off of you with no help from you it was turning out to be quite a task. Fuck it to being patient. He tore the collar of your gown, ripping the whole thing off. He quickly threw the shred of cloth away and tossed it away.

He stared you down. You were sniffling as tears of shame escaped your eyes, your hands pathetically trying to cover your chest. You made yourself small trying to curl in on yourself ,but with him sitting between your legs, didn’t leave you much room to move.

He took your wrists in his hands pushing them down besides your head and he bend down to lick the salty tear off your cheek. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek before squeezing your wrists. “Keep them here. I’m your husband, you don’t hide from me” He stated as he pulled back up to admire your nude body. You gulped down as you moved your head so you wouldn’t have to look at him, but you didn’t dare move your hands or cover yourself.

He pressed a thumb over your hard nipple pulling on the nub as you gasped and tried so hard to contain those your moans, but he heard them. He licked the peak before sucking it into his mouth placing soft kisses over your breasts as you kept whining and shivering under him.

He kissed down your stomach finally looking at your heat between your legs. He had never been as awestruck as he was in that moment. He took in a deep breathe to get a whiff of your arousal.

“My king?” you hesitated sitting up on your elbows looking down at him between your legs “ what are you doing?” you panicked. Surely he wouldn’t.... “Oh!” You cried out loud as you felt him lick a stripe up your folds. You sat up pushing at his head “This isn’t how it’s done” you tried to argue. Although you weren’t sure, no one told you about this. What was he even doing?

You fell back on the mattress as he pushed his palm down on your chest “Stay” He commanded. You had no choice but to lay back. You stared at the rose garlands painted on the ceiling, trying to distract yourself, as he licked and sucked at you. You really did try to hold in the noises your body was so desperate to let out. But you couldn’t not when you were feeling so strange yet so good.

You whimpered as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue over it. Maybe he was doing it to make you feel good but it felt more like a sweet torture. You felt as if you were on the edge of something about to crash and burn. But then, your world came to a screeching halt as you felt him push a finger into your channel. You clenched around the alien object, the invasion felt so strange you didn’t know what to make of it.

“Fuck you’re tight” you would’ve been upset at his foul language and his use of the forbidden word but what he was doing was much more sinful than that. You couldn’t think of anything but his mouth and his tongue on you, his finger inside you. You moaned as he pushed another finger inside you pulling them out only to quickly push them back in. “Don’t know how I will last” He groaned curling his long digits inside you as you screamed at the top of your longs.

It was as if everything came crashing down on you. The feeling was incomparable. Unlike anything you had ever felt before. Your skin was on fire as your muscles spasmed.

You could vaguely hear him undress as you looked at him through your hooded eyes. His pupils blown wide, his cock standing up straight against his hard stomach. You could see the faint scars littered across his body, proof of his many battles.

You were expecting him to do the deed, make love to you and truly make you his wife. But he pulled you up to sit on your bum, your eyes staring straight at his cock. “You gonna return the favor princess?” He asked his voice was much deeper and his tone more gruff. “Taste it” He said pushing the head of his cock against your lips.

You weren’t quite sure what you were supposed to do. So you simply opened your mouth as he pushed himself in. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, your spit dripping down your chin. He tasted salty and musky. You felt as if you’d cry again, of being naked and in such a compromising position. All the while he was so composed and graceful.

He held onto your face pulling his cock out of your mouth but before you could breathe out in relief he slammed back in again. You couldn’t fit all of him, he was too big. He thrusted a few times before pulling out of your mouth completely. You coughed and gasped for air, cleaning up his spend and your spit with the back of your hand.

“Can’t cum in your mouth” He groaned pushing you to lay down he hovered above you. You felt him rub his tip against your folds.

“Wh – what if it doesn’t fit?” you asked nervous again. You had never seen a naked man before, but he looked big. At least right now, he was looking at your face instead of your naked body.

“Just loosen up” You followed his advice as you held onto his thick arms. You winced in pain as you felt the pinch of him entering your weeping channel. You moved your head away biting your lip to contain your screams.

“Look at me” he demanded grabbing your chin “look at your king” You reluctantly opened your eyes staring at him. He was so beautiful. You couldn’t help but run your fingers through his thick beard, just a shade darker than his golden blonde hair. You wailed throwing your head back as he pushed into you completely seething himself.

“Shh” he hushed you as he snaked a hand between your bodies striking your clit to distract you. “It’ll feel better soon” He promised. As he let you get accustomed to his length. The fact that he was much larger than most men and that you were a virgin wasn’t lost on him. He would have to restrain himself. Which seemed impossible at the moment. Your walls so snug and tight, clenching around him, he would cum right this second.

He pulled out of you before slowly pushing himself back in. He set a steady pace as your cries slowly turned into moans. You clawed at his back, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He was only spurred on by your little mewls and hot puffs of air against his ear.

You cried out again thrashing and squirming under him another wave of pleasure crashing into you. He grunts as he felt you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. He snapped his hips against yours a couple of times cuming deep in your womb.

He laid on top of you, catching his breathe. He pulled the white sheet from under you and used it to clean you between your legs. You jerked as the cloth touched your sensitive skin. He cleaned his cock and went outside his chambers to hang the sheets up.

When he returned you were about to get up and put on whatever you could salvage out of your torn nightgown. “Lay back down” He demanded fed up “you have to give me a son” he reminded you pushing you into the mattress. Just how many times would he have to tell you before you would understand. He’ll have to work on a way to make you listen. That’s alright though, he had all the time in the world.

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[tuiccim]

I Remember All of Them (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1.4K

Warnings: Sass, language, my limited knowledge of motorcycles. 

Summary: After Hawkeye’s retirement, you are assigned to the Avengers as the new sharpshooter. You form a special friendship with Bucky but when friends turn to lovers Bucky suddenly turns cold. Were you just another conquest of Bucky Barnes’ or was something deeper at play?

Part 3: Nearly two months into being an Avenger, you’re ready for some time off with friends. 

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Seven weeks on the team had been crowded with missions and training. You had formed an easy bond with all of your teammates and were especially close to Bucky. You teased each other mercilessly, helped each other out, and seemed to anticipate each other’s moves both on and off the battlefield. 

Today, you were excited. Your friend Alex was delivering a motorcycle to you. It was a fixer-upper that Alex got for a great deal. You were the first call about it. Now that you were at the compound, you had the room for a motorcycle and could work on the project during downtime. If that ever happened. 

You are waiting in the garage for Alex when you hear the elevator and Bucky and Steve walk out. “Hey guys.”

“Hey. Working on your car?” Steve asks. 

“No, my friend Alex is delivering a bike to me. It’s a project. You know, for the downtime you keep saying we’re going to have at some point.” You snark. 

“Hey, no missions until Tuesday! At least it’s a three day weekend.” Steve says. 

“What are you guys up to?” You ask. 

“We were going to take our bikes out for a ride.” Bucky says. “You wanna come?”

“Nah, you guys need your male bonding time.” You joke. “Plus, I haven’t seen Alex in a few months.”

“This is your friend that owns the shop?” Bucky asks. 

“It’s a family business.” You say. “There she is!”

Alex’s truck pulls into the compound and you are hopping up and down clapping your hands like the dork you are. 

“She?” You hear in unison from behind you. 

“Yeah.” You smile at the two. “Would you like to meet her? She’s quite lovely.”

“Sure. Any friend of yours.” Steve smiles. 

The elevator dings again and Sam enters the garage. “Hey Sam.” You call. 

“Hey. Is your friend here yet?” He asks. 

“Pulling up now.” You smirk. You had asked Sam to meet Alex. You were playing matchmaker, just a little. 

The truck pulls in and Alex jumps out of the driver’s seat. “Hey, Chica!”

“Hey, Cubana!” You call back and run to hug her. “Can I introduce you to my teammates?”

“If you’re referring to the three hotties staring at us, the answer is definitely yes.” Alex grins. 

“Alexandra Navarro, I’d like you to meet Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson.” You bite your lip as each guy trips over themselves to shake Alex’s hand. You can’t blame any of them. Alex is an intensely beautiful woman. Her Afro-Cuban heritage shines through her tawny skin, long dark hair, and curvy body. Her wide eyes are a rich dark brown and a broad, button nose flows down to full lips.

“Nice to meet you all.” Alex smiles. “Would you guys be willing to help me get the bike out of the truck?”

“On it.” Steve jumps into the back of the truck and hands the bike down to Bucky as if it weighs nothing. 

“Thanks, guys.” You say. “Well, I don’t want to keep you two from your bike ride.” You pat Steve and Bucky. 

“We were hoping to hear more about your bike.” Bucky smirks down at you. 

“My bike or my friend?” You whisper to him. 

“Your bike.” Bucky points to himself. “Your friend.” Bucky points to Steve who seems to be in competition with Sam for Alex’s attention. 

You giggle quietly, “Let’s check it out.” 

You and Bucky begin to inspect the bike. 

"A Harley, huh?" Bucky smiles.

"Yeah. 1971 Electra Glide. She got me an incredible deal on it. Just gotta get it running." You grin.

“I'd love to help you.” Bucky says. 

"I'd like that. Thanks. I was ready for a project and I'm excited to take this thing out cruising once it's done."

"Hope you'll let me tag along." Bucky says.

"Of course!" You smile and then look over at Alex with the two. You raise an eyebrow at her and she gives you a signal clearly indicating a call for help. You call out, "Hey Steve! Come look at this." 

Steve reluctantly walks away from Alex and joins you and Bucky. "What am I looking at?"

"My face while I tell you to stop cockblocking Sam." You say in a low voice. 

"What the hell does that mean?" Steve looks confused.

"It means she wanted to meet the Falcon and I'm trying to pull a little Emma action here. Can you stop messing up our plans?" You give him a look. 

"Sorry." He says while rubbing the back of his neck. "She's gorgeous and, ya know…"

"I know. I've got some other gorgeous friends if you want me to set you up though." You grin and nudge him with your shoulder. 

"I might take you up on that if they are anywhere near as gorgeous as you and Alex." Steve smiles.

You bark a short laugh, "I'm nowhere near as pretty as Alex."

"That's true." Bucky says and your heart hurts at his ready agreement. "You far surpass her, Doll." 

"Awwww, you know just how to make a lady's heart go pitter-patter, Tiger." You say jokingly to guard your own feelings towards the supersoldier. You and Bucky had become great friends, but you were careful not to let yourself fall for him. It was hard not to. He was everything you wanted, but you were just one of the team, a good friend. You completely miss the crestfallen look on Bucky's face that you'd blown off his compliment so easily. 

You pull out your toolbox from the back of the Impala and start checking different things on the bike. 

"Getting started already?" Alex laughs as she and Sam walk over. 

"No time like the present, right?" You say. 

"I thought you were going to give me a tour of the compound?" Alex raises an eyebrow. 

"Ohh, right. Um, Sam, can you start the tour and I'll find you guys in a few minutes? Just want to check a couple of things on the bike first."

"Love to. My lady." Sam grins, holding an arm out to Alex. 

Once the two are out of sight, you turn back to Steve and Bucky with a grin. "I think I planned that perfectly."

"It's only a few minutes." Steve says.

"But there's so much to look at with this bike. I'm sure a few minutes could easily turn into an hour." You laugh.

"I guess we'll head out for our ride." Steve looks at Bucky.

"Uh, yeah, okay. If you need us to pick up anything while we're out, text me." Bucky says.

"Thanks. I'll let you know. Have fun!" You smile and watch as the two leave. Bucky looks incredibly hot with a bike between his legs. You shake the thought away and turn back to your own bike. 

A few hours later, Steve and Bucky return to find you, Alex, Sam, Wanda, Nat, and Vision sitting around the common room talking and laughing. Bucky makes his way over and sits next to you. He stretches out and puts his arm along the back of the couch. Nat raises an eyebrow at you and you roll your eyes at her. 

"Hey, Doll." Bucky smiles at you.

"Hey, Tiger. How was the ride?" You ask.

"It was great. Steve and I hadn't been out for a while. It felt good." Bucky says.

"That's great."

"How's the bike?" He asks 

"It's great. I don't think it'll take too much to get it running." You smile.

Bucky looks at you for a moment. His eyes flickering over your face. 

"What is it?" You ask.

"I was serious earlier." Bucky says.

"About what?" 

"How beautiful you are." 

"Thanks, Buck." You lean into him and throw an arm around his waist to give him a squeeze. He puts his arm around you and squeezes, too. You both stay comfortably like that during the rest of the conversation with your friends. 

"So, what club are we going to tonight?" Nat asks.

"We're going clubbing?" You ask excitedly.

"Yeah. The whole team." Nat smirks at the guys.

"Alex, you'll come too right?" You ask.

"I don't have a dress here or anything." Alex says.

"You can borrow one. You have to head back to the city anyway. May as well join us for some fun. We can go to Carlos' club!" You exclaim.

"What's the scene?" Wanda asks.

"Salsa. It's amazing." You clap your hands.

"Let's get ready!" Wanda bounces off the couch. 

"Come on, Alex. We'll find something for you to wear between our three closets." Nat encourages.

"Okay. I know when I'm beat." Alex laughs as she joins the three of you. 

"Departure in 90 minutes. And everyone is going, Steve." Nat dictates.

Part 5

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Drunken Confessions

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Synopsis: Reader has a crush on Steve. Little does she know, what a night of drinking will bring.

Warnings: use of alcohol

Word count: 1.1k

Tony Starks parties where always fun. There was Alcohol en mass, people were dancing and having interesting conversations. It was the best for letting everything go for one evening. You, as a friend of Clint and Natasha, attended every single one of them. Most times you were talking to people, but this one was different than the ones before.

Your long-term relationship partner had recently dumped you, after nearly three years of what you would have called a good relationship, without giving you any reasons as to why he was doing so.

So when Clint had invited you over you saw this as a chance to dress up and get wasted for once in your life. You got the black dress from the very back of your closet that barely covered your ass and hugged your curvy body in all the right places and put on some scandalously tall high heels. To finish the look off you put on some makeup and made your way over to the Avengers tower where your Friends and all the others, including press of course, were already there.

The lights were dimmed in the room that was usually used as some sort of living room and seeing it was already dark outside, so the windows served as a mirror making it seem like there were even more people there. Everyone was wearing all these long evening gowns or suits. It was simply amazing, you were sure no matter how often you were invited to these parties you would never get used to it.

After you had greeted your friends and the other Avengers you made your way over the bar.

Two drinks in, the evening still young, the guys there were starting to look rather cute. You were loosening up and letting go a little bit. A third drink drowned and you started dancing with Natasha. When the Guys saw that you were even getting offers to dance with them. While dancing with Tony, Bucky, and Clint the fourth and fifth drink were consumed.

Time had flown by faster than you thought and rather sooner than later it was only you and the Heroes were left sitting in a small circle telling stories, laughing and drinking just a little more. At one point you were handed a water bottle instead of Alcohol by Steve, while the others slowly starting to go to bed. In the end it was only Bucky, Steve and you left, but your eyelids were growing more and more heavy too. When your head nearly fell to the table, Bucky already on his way out, Steve stood up and carried you to his room princess style. Normally you would´ve protested against that, but you just were way too tired and he lifted you up like it was nothing. God knows there were thinner than you were.

Within the blink of an eye you were already in a bedroom that seemed to be his. He laid you down on the soft mattress in the middle of the Queen-sized bed.

“I´m going to take of your shoes now. You don´t want to have sore feet in the morning, do you?”, he told you.

Your answer only were some incoherent noises. Once he neatly set the high heels to the side he turned around to go back to sleep on the couch, but somehow you managed to grab the hem of his shirt.

“Please don´t go.”

“What?”

“I don´t wanna sleep alone tonight…”, you slurred.

The blond man seemed to quarrel with your invitation, giving in at some point. Sliding under the covers behind you.

“Can you sing something for me?”, you turned around moving a little closer to him.

Hesitantly he started humming a melody that sounded like it was from back in his days.

Immediately your eyes closed and you fell asleep, but not before murmuring “I love you” to him.

When you woke up the next day Steve was gone and a look at the clock told you it was already way in the afternoon. Rubbing your eyes with one hand the other patted beside your now sitting body to see Steve was already gone. But you could feel your heart beating loudly in your head. Groaning you made your way downstairs to the kitchen, where all the

other Avengers were sitting and laughing about the previous night probably.

“Heeyyy!”, was Clints way too excited greeting when he saw you.

“Hey.”, was your groggy answer.

Then you felt a familiar person lightly touch your shoulder. From the corner of your eye you saw a slightly disheveled looking Steve. It was unusual to see him like that. His blond hair normally kempt back neatly, not a sorrow seen in his icy blue eyes.

His eyebrows were tightly knit together as he spoke to you.

“Can I speak to you for a second, (Y/N)?”

“Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

“Let´s go somewhere… private first.”

You looked back at the others unsure what to think of the whole situation. In return you got howls and whistling, instead of what you hoped where reassuring looks.

When you got to an empty hallway you turned to him.

“So? What did you want to talk about.”, you tried to sound braver than you actually felt in that moment.

“I wanted to ask you something about last night. Do you remember what happened?”

Oh god, you thought. The headache, previously ebbing away, now returned stronger than before.

“To be honest I don´t remember much from last night. What did I do? And why did I wake up in your bed.”

“It got very late last night”, he carefully and calmly began to speak. ”So I carried you to my room. When I wanted to go downstairs again to sleep on the couch you held me back though”

You mentally slapped yourself already hoping that was it. Of course it wasn´t.

“ I… sang you to sleep and right before you fell asleep you said something that kept me up all night.”

“ Oh dear god. Please tell me I didn´t talk too much bullshit.”

“You said you love me, (Y/N).”, he looked at the ground while continuing to speak. “I was wondering if you really meant it or if that was the alcohol talking out of you…”

Shit shit shit shit. “Steve I…”

“It´s okay if you didn´t. We can just continue like we did before, but if you do… I want you to know that I in fact feel the same for you.”

In that moment the memories of the party and how it ended came flooding over you. The amount of information paralyzing you for a hot sec. That second Steve took to start walking away. You had to act quick.

“Steve, wait!”, you ran to him.

Turning him around by the shoulder you wrapped your arms around his strong neck, ceiling his lips with yours.

“I meant it , you idiot. I have loved you for as long as I´ve known you.”