#she called me babydoll what am i supposed to do with that?

[chronicowboy]

there are so many beautiful gay women sliding into my instagram dms recently idk what to do with myself

[6esiree]

“Oh, so your fingers worked when they were inside of me last night, but today they can’t text me back?”

I saw this on Instagram and tried to imagine how my five fav Hazbin men would react if you texted them this. I whipped this up pretty quickly so sorry if it’s crap, LOL <3

Alastor:

Alastor only has a phone so you can contact him whenever you need to, and he usually answers right away, the only exception being when he’s busy. But the one time he accidentally leaves you on read because he’s out with Rosie, getting sidetracked by an interesting revelation, you decide to hit him up with this and, oh, he’s visibly horrified, flustered even, when he finally reads it.

“Is something the matter, Alastor?” Rosie asks, putting her teacup down as she notices the look on his face. “Oh my! Are you…blushing?”

“Excuse me for just a second,” Alastor says as he stiffly stands up, pushing his seat in and turning away, furiously typing at his phone.

“I am with Rosie. We will talk about this when I get home, understood?”

“Ok, I’ll be waiting for u <3.”

“Kiss your legs goodbye, ma chérie, because you will be unable to walk for a while.”

Lucifer:

Whenever you go out, you like to text Lucifer to see how he’s doing. This man answers FAST as fuck, that is why the one time he doesn’t you hit him up with this, trying to get his attention. When he finally checks his phone his heart instantly drops—I mean, what is he supposed to feel? He’s a blushing mess as he recalls what you did last night, but he’s also panicking, so he decides to call you.

“Hey, honey! I’m so, so sorry, I was in the middle of something. My fingers work just fine, by the way, I can show you if you come back home—“

“Christ, Luci! I was just trying to get you to answer.”

“Pretty please?”

Husk:

Husk takes his sweet ass time responding to your texts, so the best way to reach him is to call him. However, it’s just one of those rare occasions where you can’t do that, hitting him up with this to try to get his attention. Husk has company at the bar, that’s why when he finally sees your text he immediately turns his back to everybody, cursing under his breath as he tries to adjust himself through his pants.

“Oh, babydoll. Just wait until you get home,” Husk texts you back, pissed off but also slightly amused, especially when you answer him.

“Haha, ok…whatever u say old man :P.”

“You’re lucky Angel can't mind his own fucking business, otherwise I’d have something to say about that.”

Vox:

Unless he’s busy with something or he’s pissed off with you, Vox will answer your texts right away. The one time he forgets to tell you he has a meeting, you hit him up with this after trying to reach him for a while. Vox steals a glance at his phone, his screen slightly glitching when he’s asked to put in his two cents about something because he’s flustered. As soon as the meeting is over with, though, he teleports to your room, utterly embarrassed.

“I was in a MEETING! What in the Hell were you thinking?”

“Hey, I didn’t know that, I swear!”

“Yeah, yeah, now come over here, sweetheart. Let me demonstrate how well my fingers work on you.”

Adam:

Adam is 50/50 when it comes to answering your texts. Sometimes he’ll answer quickly, and sometimes he won’t, which can be frustrating. When you hit him up with this, it’s one of those times that he’s taking hours to see your texts, even leaving you on read when he finally opens them because his memory is shit. Adam is out with Lute, his eyes bugging out of his head when he decides to check his phone. I mean, hey, what’s up with that?

“Sir? Where are you going?” Lute asks him, watching him spread his wings, but Adam doesn’t answer, leaving before she can notice his boner.

“Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you? You gave me a boner in public, you stupid—!”

“Well, start answering your texts then, Adam! And don't you dare finish that sentence, or no sex for a week.”

“I'm so sorry, baby. I love you so much and I will answer your texts right away from now on.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

This might be rather vague, but could I request a Bucky fic based around the sentence “please don’t make me lie to you”?

The Truth » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and Sam Wilson/Falcon

Summary: Bucky tells you the truth about who he really is.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and Angst, language, crying, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 also I imagined this took place during Captain America: Civil War.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Can one of you explain what the hell just happened?” You say, looking at Steve and Sam.

Steve and Sam looked at each other before looking back at you. Steve desperately wanted to tell you, but it’s not his place to say. You kept looking at them, waiting for one of them to say something. Your attention was quickly turned to Bucky when he groaned as he started to wake up.

“Bucky, baby.” You immediately went over to him and hugged him.

“Doll…” Bucky wrapped his right arm around your wand held you against him. “Steve…” He looks up at Steve.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Steve asks.

“Your mom’s name is Sarah and you used to wear newspaper in your shoes.” Bucky says.

“Can’t read that in a museum.” Steve says.

“Like that, we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam says.

“What did I do?” Bucky asks, looking at Sam.

“You didn’t do anything, baby.” You say, caressing his stubbly cheek.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Steve spoke up.

“Buck, does she know?” Steve asks him.

“Know what?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What’s he talking about, babe?” You asked, looking at Bucky.

Bucky looked down, feeling ashamed that he never told you the truth about who he really is.

“You never told your girl?” Sam says.

“Sam…” Steve warns. “We’ll give you two some time alone.” He says, walking away with Sam following behind him.

You and Bucky were left in silence. Bucky couldn’t look you in the eye. He was nervous to tell you the truth and he hoped that he didn’t have to tell you, but here you guys are. Bucky kept this from you for a reason and that’s to protect you and cause he loves you so much.

“Bucky, what were your friends talking about?” You asked.

Bucky was quiet for a moment longer before he looked at you.

“Please don’t make me lie to you.” He says, his voice cracking.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.” You say.

Bucky took a deep breath before saying anything.

“I’m the Winter Soldier.” He flat out said.

“Who or what is the Winter Soldier?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Me.” He repeats. “These people called HYDRA found me the Alps in the 40s, gave me a metal arm, and trained me to become an assassin for them.” He explains.

You took a step back, trying to process what Bucky just said.

“Babydoll, say something.” He says, his eyes tearing up.

“All this time, I thought you were someone who showed up on my doorstep injured for almost a year ago when you possibly could’ve killed me.” You say.

“No!” He quickly said. “I would never hurt you. I would never forget myself if I did hurt you. You have to believe me.” He says.

You faced away from him and walked away from him. Bucky managed to get his metal arm free and follow you. He gently grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You shout, yanking your arm out of his grip.

Bucky took a step back, not wanting to make you more mad than you already are.

“You really think I would hurt you?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t know what to think anymore, Bucky.” Your eyes teared up. “We’ve been dating for almost a year and you’re just now telling me the truth about who you really are.” You say.

Tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn’t want to cry and look weak in front of Bucky, but you couldn’t help it. It’s like a dam broke loose. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him as you cried in his arms, your tears soaking his henley.

“I love you more than anything, doll. Please know that.” Bucky says in a whisper.

“I know.” You sniffled, looking up at him. “I love you too.” You say, looking in his beautiful blue eyes.

Bucky’s right hand caressed your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing against your skin. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. Your lips moved in sync with his.

“Please don’t leave me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says, pulling away from your lips.

“I’m not.” You whispered. “I love you too much to leave you.” You kissed his lips. “Don’t ever keep the truth from me again.” You say.

“I won’t. I promise.” He says against your lips.

Steve and Sam walked in the room at the wrong time.

“Sorry to break up your moment, but if we’re going to do this, we need a plan.” Steve says.

“I know a guy.” Sam says, looking at Steve.

“Count me in.” You say.

From then on out, Bucky told you the truth about everything. No matter how bad his past was, he still told you. He loves you too much to lose you.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[mamisfavmosher]

hear me out rhea x southern!reader. like reader is from DEEP in the south and rhea can’t understand her sometimes

hehehe i have some deep tennessee roots in me so i absolutely love this!

i just did some bullet points of certain sayings and scenarios i think would happen :))

sweetie from the south // rhea ripley x fem!reader

"you done started pissin' me off, Rhea. i swear we can't have anything nice in this house." you huffed as rhea broke yet another object, determined to prove her ultimate strength to you.

"lord help me"

"Rhea, god willing and the creek don't rise, I think you're gonna be WWE's biggest star yet!" you exclaimed, kissing her cheek. "What creek?" She asked, confused.

"there really ain't nothing to it, Rhea. I know you drank the last of my Kool-Aid!" "i needed something sweet and you put loads of sugar in there!" She defended herself.

"hurry up! I swear you're movin' slower than molasses over there!" you hollered at Rhea as she took her sweet time fixing her hair.

"babydoll, how much hairspray do you need?" rhea asked, walking up behind you. "you know what Dolly always says, the higher the hair the closer to God!" you smiled at her through the mirror and continued your never ending spritz of hairspray.

"oh my sweet heavens! Rhea!!" you clutched a hand over your chest as Rhea stumbled backstage with bruised ribs after Nia Jax's attack.

"well, butter me up and call me a biscuit, it is hot out here." you huffed, hands on your hips. Rhea admired you from behind, taking in the view of you in your bikini at the beach. "I'll butter you up, don't have to tell me twice. C'mere, baby." She said and pulled you to her, a cheeky grin on her face as she held up the sunscreen.

"It's just so frustrating, you know?" rhea ended her angry rant about some annoying person at work. "you're preachin to the choir, baby." you agreed with her rant casually.

"how long is the party gonna take?" Rhea asked, smugly observing your outfit as you fixed your makeup in the mirror. "Till the cows come home, probably." You shrugged, spritzing perfume on your neck. "Cows? You're bringing cows home?! Babe, maybe you shouldn't go-" Rhea looked alarmed as she quickly blocked the doorway. "I am not bringin' cows home, rhea! It's just an expression." you giggled.

"you're glowin', sugar! look at you! grinnin' like a possum eating' a sweet tater!" you hugged rhea as she came out of the bathroom in a pretty black dress. A strong look of confusion crossed her face, "a possum? i hope that's a compliment." She shrugged. "Well, you missed the rest of it! A possum eatin' a sweet tater! Means you look happy." you gave her a sweet smile and pecked her lips. "I'm always happy around you, babe."

"pretty as a peach, mami!" you commented on her appearance when she came out of the bedroom one day. "Pretty as a peach? What's that supposed to mean?" She chuckled. "Ya' know... you're lookin' prettier than a glob of butter meltin' on a stack of wheat cakes!" you exclaimed. "Babe... what?" Her face said it all. She was so confused. "It means you look dazzlin', sugar. Now, c'mon, let's go!"

i loved this, i could definitely do more at some point if anyone wanted it

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This poor, poor Space Marine, or us?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(Have a treat, for your birf day.), @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Petite rose - Little Rose (French)

Rose douce - Sweet Rose (French)

"Automotivo Bibi Fogosa" by Bibi Babydoll X DJ Brunin XM. This song is… smutty✨

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Google Translation, Language.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

'It would be fun' she said

'It would be great' she said.

Yet, nothing about a horny, raving party was fun, at least not to you. You didn't find the satisfaction of being surrounded by sweating bodies, shoving shoulders and getting grinded on by other people which Stacy tried to encourage from across the party to involve in such acts. Giving you a thumbs up before turning back to her man that she was hoping to get down with.

Rolling your eyes at her, you sipped on your overly spiked drink, avoiding wobbly and tripping legs that have no idea who they were to grind on.

You huffed, narrowly avoiding another set of pushing bodies on my way out of this disastrous party. If you was going to grind on someone so mindlessly it probably would be your own drink in your hand. This drink deserves it for burning your own throat better than how this party was dancing.

"Wait!" You heard Stacy call your name while you reluctantly stopped to see what kind of thing she would tell you now. To tell me how "good" this party really was.

"Please, do not leave just yet." She heaved, leaning over to clutch her thighs. Preventing her dark blue, glittery dress from sliding up more than it should, and to breathe. "Give this party a chance, yes?"

Taking another sip from your drink. You didn't answer her out right, she'll have to convince you a little more for you to stay for the entire duration that she would be here. You didn't plan on getting that drunk to not drive back home where you craved to be at right now.

"How about," she started, straightening up as she took a little device out of her pockets of her dress. "I give you this toy."

"A toy?" You scoffed, astounded by this random toy she had in her dress of her pocket. Was that thing even clean?

"Yes, this toy." She confirmed, switching the thing on and flipping it in her hands. "It's new, never used it. Just had it just in case."

"Just in case? For what? Why are you just carrying that around?" You asked. You knew Stacy was a wild thing, but not this wild!

She shrugged, turning it back off and tossed the tiny device at you as you unwillingly caught it in your hand. "Maybe I needed something to kick things up a notch?"

"What am I supposed to do with this anyway?" You questioned, flipping the toy in your hand. It was way smaller in hand that it was by eye.

"It vibrates." Stacy simply said like it was the most normal thing to utter out in the public world.

So, she expects you to use this for yourself pleasure? What kind of deal was that to get you to stay here with all these horny teens and young adults? Offering you toy that you won't use?

Oh, how the universe loved to change fate at random times.

Unexpectedly, a space marine came out of nowhere. Scaring the soul right out of you as you jumped. Clearly not expecting a Space Marine to be out here in all of the places they could have gone to. The small toy flying through the air towards the purple armor of the Space Marine and bouncing off his chestplate.

You and Stacy could only watch with horror as the tiny toy slowly slide right between his armor plates near his hips. His form hunching over the next second.

Oh my god, did you accidently turn the stupid thing on too?

You look quickly towards Stacy for help, but suddenly now she doesn't want to help you. Putting her hands up in surrender and backed away slowly, fading into the bouncing crowds of people.

You yelped when you felt the gauntlet of the Space Marine pulled you to him. His grip nearly crushing your arm, tightening then lighting up again.

"Vous. (You.)" The Marine spoke in a language you didn't understand, but you sure as hell can hear that grace of growled French in there and that rose the hairs on your arm in a good way. "Vous, vous allez m'aider avec ça. (You, you will help me with this.)”

You don’t know what the f*ck he said and you were very tempted to book it out of here, leave him to wither, but you know that tone was either a threat or a promise, maybe both?

“Wait, wait, wait-” You rambled, trying to pull away from the withering Astartes while he managed to get back up on his two feet. His gauntlet still on your arm pulling you closer to him as he threw you over his pauldron, a squeak leaving you.

“Calme-toi, petite rose.(Calm down, little rose.)” The Astartes’ rumbles, briefly stopping on his way of kidnapping you. “Je ne mordrai pas... beaucoup.(I won’t bite… much.)”

“I don’t know what the f*ck you are saying. I just hope you are not kidnapping me.” You say out loud, sitting myself up on his shoulder as some people cheer out at your predicament.

“Merde? Oui.(F*ck? Yes.)” The purple Astartes responds, rounding a corner and towards an exit “Enlèvement? Peut-être. (Kidnapping? Maybe.)”

“Please, speak some form of English.” You groan, wiggling in his hold.

“Oh, mais tu aimes la petite rose. (Oh, but you like it little rose.)” The Astartes purrs. His helmet pressing up against your leg, squeezing your thigh a little tighter, getting another squeak. “Je peux le sentir.(I can smell it.)”

“Listen, I’ll make you a much better deal than what my friend Stacy offered me.” You huffed, tracing his insignia of the ‘Emperors children’ on his pauldron as you both made it outside of the building and into the cold night.

I mean, what else was you supposed to do? “Escape?”

A little ‘huh’ left you as he placed you down on the sidewalk. Not even considering that he would hear you out or even know your language for that matter, but so far so good.

“Qu'avez-vous à offrir? (What do you have to offer?)” He voices, gesturing with his gauntlet.

“I take that toy out of your armor and…” You trailed not thinking you would get this far with an Astartes.

“J'ai l'air de te mettre à la clame. (I get to claim you.)” He “suggests” tilting his head for more effect.

“Yes, that. Whatever that means.” You say, mumbling that last part and coming forward to inspect his armor more.

Yet, he picks you up bridal-style instead??? Did he want to do it in a more disclosed place, but he was just shaking seconds ago?

“Une rose si douce. (Such a sweet rose.)” The Astartes purrs, nuzzling the top of your head as you blinked.

What the hell did you get yourself into?

To answer that quickly, you got yourself into his f*cking nest. His nest! Quite literally!

At first, you were very reluctant with doing sexual acts with the Astartes. You didn’t even know him! You have met him by just dropping a toy in his armor, accidentally.

Now he thinks you’re his mate or something? It’s clearly he wants to do. Purring, cooing, and whispering in your ear with that French of his. His hands tracing and tugging at your clothing. A little impatient, but never pushed it.

Honestly, if it wasn’t for his French and pretty looks he wouldn’t be eating you out like you were his last meal or would have his c*ck so far up in your core, touching spots you didn’t know you had before, that you were seeing the next world over.

“Ambrosius.” He suddenly rumbles, not stopping his pace as his hands squish, and thumb your naked waist. The smoothness of him astonishing your lust clouded mind.

“W-What?” You managed to huff out between your moans. Confused at the sudden change of accent. Trying to stay on this world to hear him.

“Je veux que tu le pleures. (I want you to cry it.)” He croons, thrusting up in your core. Hitting that deep, sweet spot inside of you as you cried out. “Pleure mon nom. (Cry my name.)”

Was it something he wanted you to know?

“Pleure-le! (Cry it!)” He roars, abusing that spot over and over again.

“F*ck! Ambrosius!” You cry out, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your hands desperately wanting to grab at him, but settled on the nesting material underneath. The softness of it dragging you in as you brought some up to nuzzle it.

The Astartes purrs loudly, leaning over you and snapping his hips against yours at a much quicker pace. Huffs escaping his lips, painting your skin with heat as his teeth nibbled the side of your neck. His tongue catching your pleasure filled tears.

“A-Ambrosius!” You whine, turning to look up at the Marine above you, feeling that knot tightening quickly, almost unexpectedly.

“Juste un moment de plus, petite rose. (Just a moment longer, little rose.)” He huffs quickly, his forehead coming down to press out against yours. “Juste un peu plus longtemps.(Just a little longer.)”

Your back arches as your toes curl. Your hands shooting out to pull the Astartes down to your lips, muffling his groan with your tongue. His c*ck twitching inside of your gummy walls, staining them with his warm seed. No doubt leaking onto his nest.

“Oh, douce, douce rose. (Oh, sweet, sweet rose.)” He murmurs, moving his lips down your neck. Your eyes going heavy with exhaustion. “Comme tu es belle comme ça. (How beautiful you are like this.)”

“Dors, petite rose. Je m'en occuperai. (Sleep, little rose. I’ll take care of it.)” He whispers, rolling his hips. His soft kisses lulling you to sleep.

Waking back up was a mission. You couldn’t simply get up and go. You had to test your legs like a toddler learning how to walk. You were surprised you didn’t wake up the Astartes in all of your effort of regaining your nerves back into your legs.

Quietly putting your clothes back on. You made sure to check up on the nested Astartes every once in a while before finding something that remotely looks like some paper and wrote on it with a quill and ink that you have found on a old desk.

‘Hope that sealed the deal, sleep well Ambrosius.’ You simply wrote on the note and left his nest from what you vaguely remember of coming from. You had to find out if Stacy was alright before you got d*cked down by the Astartes.

When Ambrosius woke up himself, he expected his petite rose to still be in his nest, but all she left was a faint scent of her presence and a f*cking note.

Him being pissed was an understatement.

[ihavethedreamies]

In the Middle | Easy to Expert (3 v3)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Hwang Hyunjin - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.8k

Felix/AFAB!Reader/Hyunjin

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Oral (M! and F! Receiving/Anal), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It)

Author's Note: I was supposed to just do a part two for Felix's Easy but now I have these as well…

Edit: Why'd no one tell me I had it pasted twice?! I fixed it...

-> Series Hub <-

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Seungmin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

-> Ver. Bang Chan <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"A threesome?" Hyunjin looked up from his phone. Felix suggested it so casually. Hyunjin would be lying if he said he hadn't ever thought about fucking his best friend's girlfriend. Even before they were dating.

"You in?"

"Are you asking me because she wanted one, or…"

"No, she requested you by name." Felix had a pillow on his lap so he could rest his chin on it as he played on his own phone.

"Here?" Hyunjin asked, looking around your apartment. You had scurried back into your room earlier, claiming to need the bathroom.

"Yeah."

"Now?"

"If you want." Felix shrugged. Hyunjin cast his eyes toward the hall that led to your bedroom.

"If she's sure." The taller man nodded and he saw Felix smirk.

"Get ready, love!" He shouted over his shoulder and he heard you call out a giddy, "Okay!"

You had been flitting about your bedroom to waste time as Felix made the suggestion. When he brought Hyunjin over, you knew it was time. Felix and you had been dating for a few months, and despite you choosing Hyunjin a while ago, your boyfriend insisted on waiting for the actual event. He had originally wanted to dress you up like the animal Hyunjin was associated with, but… There was a cat set of lingerie, fox, dog, even a horse, but not ferret or weasel. You two decided on just getting a frilly, mostly vanilla, set. It consisted of a babydoll with a black bra and hem, the sheer frills were white. Your crotchless panties were also black and allowed the plug Felix picked out to easily sit inside your ass without restriction. You also had on thigh-high, black and white striped socks. The butt-plug Felix had originally gotten had different tails to be attached, but without an animal cosplay you weren't sure which one to use. He ended up picking a generic black tail reminiscent of a cat's and simple black headband with rounded ears on it. While not exact, it would work. The final touch was a black choker with a silver heart-shaped tag, Felix's name etched into it. When you and Felix had gone over the ground rules, you were kind of surprised by what he was willing to let Hyunjin do to you. Even talking about it excited you.

You picked up your phone when you were ready, having prepared entirely and was just waiting for them to come in. You sent your boyfriend a thumb's up and then waited patiently near your bed. Felix came in first and his lips pulled into a smug grin.

"You look perfect, love. Doesn't she?" Your boyfriend stepped in fully, allowing his friend to follow. You shuffled under the taller man's gaze, the intense stare made your skin tingle.

"Absolutely." His beautiful lips pulled into their own smirk. How the hell were you lucky enough that your ethereally gorgeous boyfriend had an equally as attractive best friend.

"Go help him, love." Felix prompted, moving further into your bedroom to get the stuff he prepared from the nightstand drawer. You scampered forward, stopping in front of Hyunjin. Even though Felix was short compared to other men, he was still taller than you. But Hyunjin was even taller, and you felt incredibly small so close to him. You loved it.

"Help me with what, darling?" He flashed your boyfriend a look to make sure the pet name was okay, but he didn't even react. Your small hands went to the strings of his hoodie, your nails were painted black as well. The whole ensemble was incredibly appealing, but what he loved most was the tail hanging from your butt. It swayed with your hips as you moved and he wondered what it felt like to you. Hyunjin smirked down at you as he helped you remove his clothes. The large sweatshirt hit the floor and you eagerly took his t-shirt off as well. Your mouth nearly watered seeing him bare. He had been working out more recently and the new definition was just right. He shivered a bit when your fingers brushed over his stomach and you stepped even closer. Hyunjin wanted so bad to kiss you, but he didn't know if he was allowed.

"Are there any rules?" He was more asking Felix, but he was looking into your wide eyes the whole time.

"Hm…Only I can use her ass, and you can't come inside her. She doesn't like a condom, but she likes getting creampied too much I'm not willing to share." Felix smirked at his friend, holding a few bottles.

"I can kiss her?" Hyunjin was a little shocked by this and so were you, but not upset. Hyunjin was your boyfriend's best friend and he showed his favor for him by letting him have access to you in a way no one else could. He did gatekeep some, but not much. Since he got permission, his large hand cupped the back of your head and hauled you close, sealing his plush lips over yours. You whined and he smiled through the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. As he pulled away, he nibbled on your bottom lip and your lips hovered close to his as you undid his pants. The black jeans fell to the floor and you palmed his hard on through his underwear and leaned down to lay searing kisses on your neck.

"What color, love?" Felix called out and your head was swimming a bit, but you managed to answer.

"Red." You replied and he put the others away.

"'Lix?" You called and he hummed.

"Can I?" You asked simply and he hummed again. At this you sunk to your knees, hands quickly going to Hyunjin's waist band. He was shocked at your speed but he simply chuckled as you removed his boxers. As his hard cock bobbed in the air before you, you let out a small whimper. He was… Not overly thick, you could manage at least to get your hand around him, you weren't sure his whole length would fit in you. It was long and pretty like the rest of him.

"Fuck (Y/N)." He whined as your mouth eagerly wrapped around the head of his cock, and you began to descend on his length. You moaned softly at his taste and the vibration made him shiver. You yelped suddenly, gagging a bit as Hyunjin heard a buzzing noise begin. Felix had turned the vibration of the plug on, a feature you did not know it had. Breathing harshly through your nose, you got used to the buzz.

"(Y/N)?" He was shocked when the tip hit the back of your throat, and you kept going. Your eyes rolled back as you buried Hyunjin's dick in your throat, gagging a bit. He was definitely longer than Felix. Poor thing already had a sweat break out on his forehead and chest and if he wasn't balls deep in your mouth, you would be licking up the drops.

"Shit." The slightly older male groaned as your head began to move. You loved when your boyfriend would fuck your face as you just sat there and took it, but that was Felix's privilege. You were a little surprised yourself though that he was going to allow Hyunjin to come down your throat. They really were best friends. He exhaled as you pulled off his cock completely, holding him at the base and running your tongue up the underside. You then kissed down his length and to his groin. A drop of sweat rolled down his lower stomach and you caught it with your tongue, licking up to his belly button. His large hand came to your head and he led you back to swallowing him. You hummed in delight as you deepthroated him more and you could taste his precum on the back of your tongue.

"Felix, can I come inside?" Hyunjin's request was nearly breathless as he tried to hold his hips back from fucking his cock into your mouth more.

"Just in her mouth," Felix specified and Hyunjin looked down to see your eyebrows furrow in frustration, but you followed his rules. Pulling the length of Hyunjin's dick that went deep than your mouth out, you pumped your hand and looked up at him. Seeing your wide eyes pleadingly looking at him, Hyunjin swore and came in your mouth. You eagerly swallowed what he gave you, the sensation still wonderful despite not flowing straight down your throat. Once he was done, you pulled off him, licking the few drops that spurted out. He hadn't softened completely and he let your head go so you could scramble back over to Felix at the foot of the bed. You kneeled before your boyfriend and he ran his finger over the side of your mouth, catching a stray drop of Hyunjin's cum, and you sucked it off his finger.

"What do you say, love?"

"Thanks, Felix."

"And?" You turned to look at the other man.

"Thanks, Jinnie."

"Of course, darling."

"On your back, love." Felix prompted and you got up, getting on the bed and relaxing into a obviously practiced place.

"Come here." He motioned to Hyunjin who came over. You were on your back, butt right at the edge of the bed, the tail of the plug dangling down. Your legs were bent and spread so he had a perfect view of your soaking cunt.

"Fill her up." Felix prompted, continuing to undress till he was just in his boxers.

"Now?" Hyunjin was a little shocked. He expected to go at the same time as your boyfriend.

"Yeah." Felix shrugged and he watched as he went to kneel by your head and he understood what was going on. He came to the foot of the bed, his knees hitting the mattress and you whined as he rubbed the head of his cock through the lips of your cunt. He watched intensely as Felix placed the head of his dick at your lips and you whined again. Right as Felix started to fuck his cock into your mouth, Hyunjin pressed into your pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you adjusted your head, your boyfriend's delicious cock filling your mouth easily, then into your throat. He smirked, seeing your throat bulge around his cock and Hyunjin groaned at the sight as well, finally bottoming out inside you. Hyunjin was deep inside you, pressing up against your cervix as you swallowed Felix's length. You were in heaven as they began to thrust at the same time, Felix knowing just how to do it to not cut your air off too bad. At this angle he didn't go as deep as he could, your boyfriend knew you didn't love when his balls brushed over your face. Hyunjin marveled as you just laid there and took it, though, your painted nails were digging into the bedding.

"Do her harder." Felix prompted and Hyunjin grabbed your thighs and hitched your legs up to his hips and snapped his hips. You yelped around Felix's dick, your throat clenching perfectly around his head. Felix's low chuckle rumbled through you and Hyunjin grunted as your cunt clenched around him. Little did the other man know, the reason you were close to cumming was because of your boyfriend fucking your face. You couldn't count the number of times you fell apart just because he pumped cum down your gullet.

"I'm gonna cum, darling." Hyunjin grunted out, and almost forgot the rule. It was good enough that he got to fuck you raw though, he would be content painting your stomach and tits white instead. He pulled out, stroked himself twice then came over you. It was hot and Hyunjin watched your cunt flutter and drip as Felix held your throat softly, grunting as he too came. You swallowed over and over, your vision swimming from the lack of air, and you gasped to catch your breath when Felix withdrew. They both groaned at the sight of you, your torso and face covered in cum, drool still slipping out of the side of your mouth. Your muscles clenched around the still vibrating plug in your ass and Felix nodded at his friend.

"Take it out of her." He instructed, so Hyunjin kneeled down so he could watch better, and slowly pulled the plug out. You mewled at the feeling and the buzzing stopped when Felix tapped his phone.

"Throw it on the floor." He motioned to the side and so Hyunjin did just that. Felix originally wasn't going to allow the next move, but he wanted to spoil his love some. He tossed the red bottle to Hyunjin who caught it and looked over the label. Cherry flavored.

"She's clean…" Your boyfriend's tone was implicative. Hyunjin met his gaze, remembering earlier but his friend shrugged.

"You can taste." Hyunjin was more than willing to comply, so he opened the tube and squeezed a dollop onto two of his fingers. He circled your pucker and stuck his fingers in to coat your insides and groaned at the tight feeling. You shivered as he took his fingers back out and grabbed your thighs. Your cunt was dripping down the cleft of your ass, so Hyunjin leaned forward and licked a long path from your ass up to your clit. Your hips flinched and he smirked, descending again. His tongue swirled the entrance of your cunt, but he kept going. His tongue ran over the rim of your ass and you mewled when his tongue fucked in. The artificial cherry taste was more like candy than cough syrup luckily, and he loved feeling your muscles spasm around his tongue.

"Jinnie~" You moaned when his thumb rubbed over your clit, circling it. Felix watched intently, making note of every little move you made. You were shivering some, but that alone would not be enough to get you over the edge.

"Okay, help her up here." Felix snapped to get Hyunjin to stop when he didn't right away. He pulled back, licking the cherry off his lips and did as he was told. Scooping your limp body up into his arms, Hyunjin placed you at the head of the bed between him and Felix. Your back was to your boyfriend as you all laid on your sides.

"Kay, fill her pussy again." Felix held your leg up for his friend as his cock filled your cunt again. You moaned lightly and Hyunjin held your leg over his hip then, allowing your boyfriend to place the tip of his own dick at your lubed up pucker.

"Felix~" You keened, your nails digging into the flesh of Hyunjin's shoulders. Both men groaned at the tight clench of you with both of them inside you had to breathe purposefully to get used to the full stretch. You already feared getting addicted to the feeling. Without warning, Felix began to pump his hips, hard and shallow, Hyunjin falling into rhythm with him. When one was pulling out, the other thrusted in, not leaving you empty. Your breath hitched, you mewled and whimpered, then nearly squealed when their thrusts synced up and strengthened. Hyunjin's brow furrowed, his eyes closed and his sweaty skin brushed against yours. You scooted forward some so your tongue could run over his jaw and he huffed a laugh.

"She's such a good little slut, huh?" Felix smirked, licking over the ridge of your ear. His hands ran over your waist under the babydoll, your breasts jiggling with the force in the black cups of the bra.

"Shit, yes, so good~" Hyunjin groaned, reveling in your tongue tracing his collar bone.

"Get as deep as you can." Felix led, and you yiped as they both did so, just grinding into you. Immediately, Hyunjin felt the change, your cunt fluttered around him, squeezing even harder.

"Cum, love." Felix ordered and you fell over the edge. Hyunjin gasped, your cunt squirting onto his groin.

"Go ahead." Your boyfriend made eye contact with Hyunjin and let out a long moan and came inside. Felix filled your ass with his own hot cum and your fading orgasm restarted and you nearly blacked out. As you slipped in and out of conscious reality, you reveled in being in between them. You felt small, and safe, and content. At the same time Hyunjin and Felix both silently agreed that you belonged there, nestled in the middle of their embrace.

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[mollyrolls]

omg i forgot to tell you guys but i was fully dying last night roommate storytime

for context: my roommate, let’s call her cece, is the most cliche tiktok theatre kid girl you could ever imagine. we did random roommates so we don’t have that much in common; she likes to go out to clubs and frats and shit and i spent my night last night doing a puzzle. dichotomy of man

anyways, i was back in the room getting ready to gts and she comes BURSTING into the room and immediately starts stripping 😭😭 i’m like “hi cece….whatcha doing..” and she jumps a foot in the air bc she didn’t see me. keep in mind i am not doing anything secretive or hiding, like i’m just standing there.

she starts going on this crazy tangent abt how she’s a horrible person and is abt to do this horrible thing and i immediately clock that she is drunk off her ass 😭 she’s also just standing there in her bra and underwear and i am looking so hard at the ceiling bc wtf am i supposed to do in that situation

and idk if i misheard her but i swear she said to me “i’m going to fuck my best friends boyfriend” 😀🤨 she’s also changing into like a lacy babydoll??? like hello!!!!??

so i’m thinking : ok this girl has been on a self sabotaging streak recently (another story for another day) and she is in no position to be doing anything like that rn so i guess it’s my job to talk her out of doing this disastrous thing

so i say “cece don’t fuck your best friends boyfriend. that’s crazy.” and she goes “nononono not fucking, eye fucking. i eye fuck everyone when i’m drunk.” which i can confirm bc she was doing it to me at this exact moment, i am still staring at the ceiling

so i’m like ok fine that’s ur prerogative as long as ur not compromising urself do what u want. but she’s conscious enough to know that if she keeps eye fucking this guy her best friend is going to be paranoid abt it?? and like have a horrible night?? but she’s not gonna stop!!!??? whatever

and then this is where i start dying bc she starts comparing herself to ME 😭😭😭😭

she’s like “ugh molly you’re so cute and wholesome, like spending ur night with ur game group and ur puzzle ugh i want to be like youuuuu” full drunk girl whining and like spinning around and i straight up had to bite my fist

bc i was doing the aforementioned puzzle bc she had sexiled me abt 2 hrs before

but she’s in this like playboy cover lingerie set going BACK OUT to her friends room, full sprinting across our room bc she keeps forgetting shit, has not said a coherent sentence once, and is talking abt how i’m a cute little wholesome person and she wants to be like me. i feel like i’m tripping on something

and then this is the best part i’m quoting this verbatim

“and while i’m about to go do this HORRIBLE thing because i’m a HORRIBLE person YOUREEEE gonna be in here in the room probably writing some cute fun story which by the way you should probably post on AO3 bc if i ever figure out how to work AO3 i bet i’d find ur stuff and i bet it’s be so good but i’d never tell you i found ur stuff bc i wouldn’t know but i would know because you look like you’d be a good writer okay BYEEEEE!”

and then she slams the door and is gone until 3 am. this was in a span of abt 4 minutes

[puckmaidens]

If you are taking requests.....can I request anything soft and fluffy with Oleksiak or Seguin helping the reader with depressive episode?

Better Days - Jamie Oleksiak x fem!reader x Tyler Seguin

WC: .7k

Y/N was exhausted, and both Jamie and Tyler being gone didn't help. Sleep was difficult to come by since the playoffs started but definitely with Seattle and Dallas playing each other for a Western Conference Final spot.

Y/N was torn for a multitude of reasons but the biggest one was leaving the house. Her meltdowns and random irritations made being there for both boys hard.

Why am I not strong enough to get up and go see them at the game? None of the other Better Halves struggle like this, they show up and out. Their minds didn't hate them so much that getting out of bed was the hardest thing all day.

She hadn't slept or left the house in weeks, and basic things like bathing and eating were Herculean efforts, and more times then not getting in the shower didn't happen.

She missed them both, but she couldn't call them. Too much was at stake for them, Jamie on a new team making it to playoffs and Tyler making a deep run with the Stars.

I’m only one call away, Superman got nothing on me

Her phone basically stayed attached to the charger unless Y/N was listening to music to fall asleep to. Her laundry was reaching a critical mass and the smell was overwhelming. Even being awake was too overwhelming some days.

Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow...

Y/N let the phone ring, body finally shutting down for sleep.

The door opens and Jamie walks in to find his (and Tyler's) girlfriend fast asleep and distraught in her sleep.

"You take care of us, so let us take care of you, baby. I'll call Tyler and do your laundry. Don't worry, we'll make up for lost time."

"Segs. She's not doing good, found her asleep in her apartment and everything is a mess. I need your help."

"Rig, I'm on my way. Anything for both of you. I'll grab food too. How did we miss this? Y/N, baby we're gonna make sure you're ok. Ok?" Tyler's voice gets soft as he hangs up the phone.

Jamie starts doing Y/N's laundry, sorting out clothes and in-between loads finding out what food was there.

The door swings open and Jamie hears Tyler's footsteps before feeling him bump into Jamie.

"Is babydoll still sleeping? I've got food and some stuff. Soap, laundry detergent, new pjs."

"Out cold, couldn't even get her blanket off her. I checked her temperature and it seems normal. You can go and try to wake her. Ty?"

"Yeah, Jame?"

"You have a plan? I don't think she's going to without a fight. Or without help." Tyler nods, setting his haul down.

"I'll carry her to the bathroom and you'll start the bath. She needs both of us right now. You think the laundry will finish by then?" Jamie drops the last load of laundry in, adds detergent and gets it running.

"Let's go take care of her."

Y/N wakes up to the smell of lavender and arms around her.

"Mmm hi? Aren't y'all supposed to be with the team?"

"Baby, you weren't picking up. Nobody could reach you. We had to use our keys, why didn't you tell us things were getting bad?"

"You both were so busy and I didn't want to be a burden or too much. You both have been working so hard and I didn't want to bog you down with my problems."

Tyler presses a kiss to Y/N's forehead and Jamie pulls her into his chest.

"You are our baby, our partner. Taking care of you is never a burden. We will love you even when things feel hard. Ty and I will make sure you know we love you every day."

The night wanes on with both boys helping you finish your bath, Tyler scrubbing Y/N's arms and Jamie washing her hair.

The bed is heavy with Tyler pressing your neck to his shoulders and Jamie spooning you from the back.

Everyday isn't perfect, but with both of them loving you, it's at least better even when the dark days arrive.

[stevesbestgirl]

Evaluation

CEO!Daddy!Bucky x Reader

863 Words

A/N: Week 6 of the D20 Writing Event! Reader isn’t quite as little as I planned on when I started this, but I actually like how it came out, so I’m gonna leave it.

“Mr. Barnes?” You hovered in the doorway of Bucky’s office, “Mr. Stark is on the phone; I think there was an issue with the contract.”

 “Put him through, doll,” Bucky replied brusquely.

You nodded and went back to your desk, forwarding the call to Bucky’s phone. You turned your attention back to Wanda, “What were you saying, Wan?”

But she seemed to have forgotten, “It is so cute how he calls you ‘doll.’ Honestly, I think I’d melt if anyone called me that.”

“He’s just old-fashioned.”

 “No kidding. He held the door for that new girl, Dot yesterday and she’s all kinds of smitten. Said she’s gonna ask him out this week.”

 Your stomach plummeted, “She’s gonna make a pass at the CEO? That takes guts.” You hoped your voice sounded normal. No one at the company knew you and Bucky were seeing each other and you wanted to keep it that way.

Wanda shrugged, “We’ll see if she’s actually got them. And I’m not sure how that would work; I’m pretty sure bosses aren’t supposed to date their employees. It’s a conflict of interest.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Now you were downright sullen, “Hey, I’ve gotta make a couple calls before the day is over-”

“Say no more, I’ll get out of your hair,” she waved a hand. “I should go pack up anyway. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Later, Wan.”

Once she was gone, you put your head down on the desk. You knew it was technically against the rules for you and Bucky to see each other, but he was the boss. If he said it was okay, you were inclined to believe him. But what would everyone else think if they knew? And Dot- you’d only met her on her first day, but she was cute. Pretty, red curls and a nice smile. Was that really all it took to make you insecure?

You groaned; if you had to watch her ask Bucky out, you might cry. You let out a groan; you actually did have calls to make before five.

“You alright, doll?” You lifted your head off the desk; Bucky was leaning against the doorway to his office, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Just about to make those dinner reservations for you and Mr. Wilson at that Italian place you like.”

“Well, don’t sound so excited about it.” He approached, running his hands over your shoulders, “What’s the matter, babydoll?” He bent, speaking softly in your ear, “You gonna tell Daddy, or do I have to get it out of you?”

His voice had an instant effect on you, “D’you think we’re doing something bad?”

He spun your chair around so you were facing him, kneeling between your knees, “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“Bosses and employees aren’t supposed to date,” you said, your voice small.

“Oh no? You breaking up with me?”

“No,” you said quickly.

“Good.” He cupped your chin, “I love you, doll, there’s nothing wrong about that.”

“But if you treat me different, that’s not fair to everyone else.”

“You do good work, doll. No special treatment needed. What’s got you so worked up?” He touched his forehead to yours like he was hoping to ground you.

“Was just talking to Wanda,” you were practically whispering, “Dot’s gonna ask you out.”

“And?” He chuckled, “It’s not like I’m gonna say yes. I’ve got my hands full with you.” You chewed your lip and he brushed his nose against yours, “Come on, doll, you know you’re my baby. You wanna quit on me?”

You shook your head, “Of course not.”

“You want me to be meaner to you?”

“No.”

“Then what can I do to make you feel better?”

You considered, “Give me an evaluation. Tell me how I can be a better assistant.”

He laughed aloud, straightening up and tugging you from your chair, “Alright, c’mon.”

He led you to his office, locking the door behind you. You made to sit in the chair across from his, but he pulled you over to the cushy chair behind the desk, tugging you into his lap.

“Bucky,” you protested, “I’m serious.”

“So am I, babydoll.” He ran his hand over your thigh, “You never let any calls go, my schedule is always perfect, and all of my partners like you better than they like me. You work well with the staff and everyone likes you, me most of all.”

He nuzzled your cheek, “I work harder knowing you’re out there. I’m a better boss because of your influence on me. And I get to look at you all day, every day. And I can take better care of you, having you so close by. Whenever you’re having a tough day- like today- I can fix it.”

“Bucky-”

“I know, I know, you wanted to know how you can improve. You can do better by not worrying about Wanda, or Dot, or anyone. What they think doesn’t matter and I’ve only got eyes for my best girl. You remember that and you’re golden.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” He hummed, “Well, there is one other thing.”

“What is it?”

“You can give me a kiss.”

[thefanbasewhore]

Two idiots

Summary || Bucky is an idiot who gets captured during a mission, his girlfriend is an even bigger idiot and goes after him.

Warning/content || This is kinda goofy but kidnapping is a warning I guess? Reader gets a little roughed up.

Paring || Bucky Barnes x female reader (no use of y/n)

Not edited

"Are you kidding me?" Bucky mumbles, head thumping against the metal pole as eyes narrow, watching one of his capturers shuffled in. Which is nothing out of the ordinary, except that trashing girl in his death grip.

Bucky's lips form an unpleased line, frustration shown in the way wrinkles form on the skin of his forehead. Her arms are tied behind her back, no doubt with the same, unbreakable one that burns his skin. She's trashing, fighting to get out of the man's hold but one of the hands tighten against her upper back and force her head forward.

At the very moment she notices her dark haired lover, relief is prominent along her features, a small breath released but she doesn't get much time because the large hand tightenings around her arm, bruises already starting to form as he pushes her forward.

"Ow! Don't be so rough asshole!" Bucky grimaces at her words, watching her face contort with pain. His top lip raises in a snarl, a warning to the man but he doesn't even take the time of day to look at Bucky.

"I thought I told you not to come." She doesn't even get time to reply, instead a small gasp falls from lips as an unexpected hand grips her hair and roughly brings her to her knees. He mentions for her to move over, to be back to back with Bucky before typing them together.

"Leave her alone asshole." Buck's jaw clenches with every word, the belly of muscles popping through showing his disapprovement of the way the man his touching his girl. "Don't be so rough with her."

He expects the stupid, cruel laugh but not the rather large knee cap to the face.

Bucky groans in pain as the skin of his bottom lip rips from the impact, the bitter, metallic tastes floods his mouth as he sucks it between his teeth to nurse the pain. He peers up at the man with a devilish smirk and spits the blood-salvia mixture right on his boots.

"Keep it up Soldat and your little girlfriend will get it." The warning is enough to make his blood run cold and head drop to the floor, not wanting to take the risk.

"Soldat? Bucky, what's going on?" The question is asked as soon as the room is cleared. Bucky feels slightly smaller finger tips reach for his own. Without a second thought he holds them, warming them between his own, a silent 'everything is going to be fine.'

"I told you not to come." Bucky breaks the silence, clearly annoyed, his tone does very little to hide it. Spitting the pooling blood onto the floor once again.

As a a response she rolls her eyes, feeling his fingers intertwine with her own. "It's been three days since you checked in, I knew something was wrong and here you are."

"I specifically told you before I left -."

"I know what you told me!" She sna and pulls her fingers away as irritation wrinkles the skin between her brows.

It's not visible, but Bucky pouts to himself, blindly reaching out to grasp her hands again. "I'm sorry Hun, I just don't want you near these people."

It's not that she's not capable, any other mission she would be his first choice, lover or not. It's the reasoning why, they want the Winter Soldier who is no longer. A part of his life he has promised to get far, far away from her.

"They called you Soldat."

"Not Hydra." Bucky mumbles as large thumb rubs soft circles into the palm of her hand. The heat of his body leaning against her, the suboccipital of his head using her shoulder for some kind of support. He's exhausted from holding himself up, legs ached to stand again. "But they want the Winter Soldier. Keep asking what the words are."

"How did they get you anyways?"

"Don't want to talk about it." Irritation is written across his features, in the way his forehead creases, smile lines dropping downward to follow the line of his pursed lips.

He waits as she struggles, shifting weight from her left to her right, pulling hands apart for the low chance her kidnapper managed to not tighten the zip tie all the way but there is no use.

"Honey, what makes you think If I, a super soldier couldn't get out of here, that you can?"

"Jeeze, you're a grump today." She murmurs as Bucky huffs, baby blues rolling at the comment. Shifting back and forth, pulling as hard as she could until the makeshift cuffs pull the hair on her arms.

"Stop, you're going to hurt yourself." Bucky's tone is sharp, gruff as he leans further against the pole, completely given up.

"Don't Tell me what to do." She argues, Bucky doesn't even have to see it to know she's sticking her tongue out at him.

"Real mature."

"Well you're being mean! I came here to help you --." She begins, but the sharp breath Bucky exhales shows frustration, shifting from hip to hip to relieve the soreness of his backside.

"I told you not to come, I told you three times."

"What was I supposed to do? Leave you here, like this?" Frustration clearly shown by the way her forehead wrinkles and bitting her bottom lip.

"Yes!"

"God, you are so stubborn. What are we supposed to do now? These idiots don't know that you're not the winter soldier anymore." Despite feeling totally hopeless, her eyes run across the room, looking for something, anything to get them free.

"I tried telling them -."

"Wait, wait, they don't know you're the winter soldier anymore." The thought forms a smile on her lips, shifting a little closer to lean into Bucky.

"You just said that." Lack of sleep and food has made Bucky a little sluggish, weak but he's had worse.

"I love you to death, but when I get out of here I'm going to strangle you." Bucky snorts at her words,"I mean that I can say I know the words, given them to you and -."

"They'll untie me." A smile forms at the corner of his lips at the thought. His backside ached, body crunched over for days, he wanted nothing more then to stand.

"Bingo baby, when he comes back I'll tell him." She starts, "We should make noise and get someone's attention."

"God you are so fucking smart, why are you with me?"

"Buck, shut up." He can't help but chuckle, surprisingly clam despite the situation. With soft, circular motions finger tips touch her own, feeling every ridge that so uniquely defined. It's his own way of showing how much he's missed her; it's only been a few days but more then often thoughts of her fill his memory.

"I missed you."

"This isn't the time Buck, we need to get them in her-."

"You look beautiful."

A small smile fills the lines of her lips, bitting down of the fat of the bottom one as she looks down at the floor. "You can't even see me."

"Don't have to honey." The words are sweet and she wishes she could just turn around and kiss his dumb, stupid face with that lopsided grin until he speaks again, "you're the most beautiful girl in the world, even though you can't listen for shit -."

Before she could even comment the clicking of the door has the pair sitting straight as a smirk pulls on lips. "Show time babydoll, start crying."

"You start crying!"

"We have to make it believable! Cry and say that you know the words and the only way you'll give them up is they let you go." He's whisper yelling now as the foot steps clank the floor and every loud echo makes her visibly gringe.

"Okay, okay, shut up already, I am crying to concentrate!" Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, putting on his own little show.

A pair of black boots blur in front of her as false tears blur her vision. While he doesn't touch her, the man sinks to one knee, hovering only inches away. "Why are you crying girl?"

"I want to go home." Bucky has to hold in a laugh at the fake sob but manages to stay quiet. "Let me go, please, please."

***

The moment the words are muttered from the man's mouth, Bucky stiffens, the words effortlessly falling from his lips in German. "Ready to comply."

They don't suspect a think as one reaches over, knife in hand to cut the ropes. Bucky stands at attention, a lonely, dark void in his eyes.

One man observes him, despite how Bucky towers over him. "Soldat, kill her."

The way he stalks over, the darkness in his eyes is so believable that she even think there's a chance that the trigger words did work like intended. Bucky's fingers press against her jawline, angling her to look up. Bucky frowns suddenly, heading the voice behind him. "Kill her."

It all happens so fast, Bucky starts right into action, metal arm connecting with the man's face as blood drips onto the cement only inches away from her current position.

A roar rips from the other man's chest as he fully engages Bucky but with one swift movement Bucky's hand wraps around his throat, hearing gasping breath as Bucky slams him so hard into the ground it winds him.

One at a time they get up, time after time until they both manage to get the upper hand, pulling and pulling at both of his arms until Bucky gets so get up he lets out a grunt as he pushes both away with super human strength.

The problem is one of the men came tumbling right towards her, full body weight knocking her from her seated position into side lying but that's not what worried Bucky. The sound of her skull hitting the ground with such force, it makes him feel sick. With both men down, he hurries towards her.

"Ow." She hisses trying to pick herself up from the ground, the rough rope scratching her wrist. Hands bound behind her back aren't enough to lift her back up, no matter how hard she struggles.

"I gotcha, I gotcha." Bucky's hands find her shoulder, squeezing it affectionately once she's upright and pulling the ropes off with ease. Hands cup her cheeks with side to side motions, steel blues look over for an injury as angles her eyes to meet his own.

The light is suddenly so bright, a thick, white cast makes her wince and as a result squeezing her eyes shit. For a moment everything is gone, a sheet of black as sight disappears behind eyelids. The hand against the back of her head pulls her from a deep void, opening her eyes to a sight of a very, very worried Bucky. His hand is gently tapping against her cheek - to wake her nonetheless, concern laces his eyes, creates a wrinkle of confusion between dark brows.

His lips are moving but there's nothing to hear, he's watching her eyes fall hooded, all color draining as blood pressure starts to decline. It was too hard, she hit her head too hard.

"Honey, hey, hey look at me." It falls on deaf ears, fingers gently prod against the base of her skull, around the curve of her ears, looking for a wound, or even blood but there's nothing. A metal finger presses under her chin, begging falling eyes to give some sign of consciousness. "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt, babe?"

The groan of pain that leaves her lips is a small piece of relief, a hand reaches out to push the hair from frames the soft structure of her face. "Baby? God, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

"Mmmmm." The soft hand reaches out, up the distance of hair arm, over the muscular bulges of his arm before laying flat against the swell of his chest. The hand pushes, trying to create as much distance as possible. It was hard to breath, he was smothering her.

Bucky didn't let up, only pulled her closer until her forehead rest against his lateral clavicle, supporting all her body weight as a nose nuzzles into his chest. He lets out a breath of relief, one hand wrapped around the base of her back, rubbing soothing circles against the skin and the other curling into the base of her skull, with gentle fingers. "You scared me."

"'m fine, Buck."

"Your head sounded like a nut cracking on the pavement." He argues, still examinating for any blood or wound. "I know I call you peanut brain all the time but I was just kidding."

"You are the most annoying -." The words are cut short by a pair of dry, pink lips, lovingly pressing against her own. The full thickness of his bottom lip pressing between her own, long and sweet, filled with unspoken words; Thank goodness you're okay, I don't know what I would do without you.

Bucky pulls away, pressing her forehead against his chest, his arm wrapping around to coddle and away with her. It's mumbled under his breath, "You scared me, baby."

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              𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 -𝟑-

     。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

Description: When Bucky Barnes is captured by HYDRA, his life has one meaning: being a weapon. But what happens when HYDRA kidnaps a little girl for them to experiment on? Will he grow fond of the child? Or will he just ignore her and follow the orders of his handlers?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader / Child!reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, the murder of the stark's.

Word count: 1.6k

Author’s note: I genuinely apologize for the lack of updating this series, but here we are! Hope you all enjoy this chapter. 

Even though Y/n has been on many missions with her papa, she had a bad feeling about this one for some reason. 

She couldn’t point it out, but she just knew. 

Bucky kept his eyes focused, trying to find the car that he was supposed to assassinate.

He felt a cold gust of wind go over him, not even letting it bother him. The Winter Soldier saw that Y/n was shivering, so he put her closer into his flesh arm, hoping to keep her warm. 

“Thank you, papa.” 

“Of course, babydoll.”

Y/n started to feel sleepy, so she buried her head near the soldier's shoulder and cuddled as he put his right arm comfortably around her. 

“Get some rest, my angel,” the Winter Soldier said in a soft, fatherly tone. 

Y/n nodded her head and placed her head back in her father's shoulder

                                · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

After what felt like minutes, Y/n was woken up abruptly by the sounds of the Winter Soldier's motorcycle revving. 

“Papa, where are we going?” Y/n asked confused and tiredly. 

“Don’t speak, doll,” the soldier said quietly and sternly.

He started to chase closely behind the car that drove in front of him. 

He clipped the car and it started to swerve out of control until it finally hit a pole, clearly damaging the car and the people inside.

Y/n stared at the damaged car, seeing the two older people in it. Their faces had blood on them and Y/n’s heart slightly dropped at the sight of them. Blood was not really a part of Y/n’s forte and it made her slightly lightheaded. 

The Winter Soldier got off of the motorbike, gently placing Y/n down on the seat. He walked up to the older man and grabbed him by his hair, making him wince in pain. 

“Sergeant Barnes?” A hint of Bucky came back in the Winter Soldier’s mind, but that quickly faded away when he remembered what his mission was. 

Extract. No witnesses. 

The Winter Soldier repeatedly hit Howard Stark in the face, knocking him unconscious.  

Y/n covered her eyes with her tiny feeble hands, hearing the cries of the people in front of her. The soldier started to go to the other side of the car, but this time, Y/n ran to his side pleadingly.

Кукла, что ты здесь делаешь? Вернитесь к байку.

Doll, what are you doing here? Go back to the bike.

Y/n shook her head no and proceeded to stay in her place. The soldier sighed and carried her back to the bike. 

In his arms, Y/n turned to see the woman giving her a small smile. So small it was almost invisible. 

Если я не завершу эту миссию, они причинят вред не только мне, но и тебе.

"If I don't complete this mission, they won't only hurt me, but you. I don't want that to happen."

“Don’t hurt her, papa.” The voice of Y/n made the Winter Soldier's heart drop, but he knew he had to complete his mission to please his handlers. 

He placed Y/n back on the chair then went back to complete his mission, executing the couple swiftly and emotionlessly. 

Grabbing the woman’s neck, the Winter Soldier killed her by asphyxiation.

He put the woman back in the car then went to the back trunk to grab a suitcase filled with over a dozen blue super-soldier serums. 

He grabbed the suitcase then proceeded to strap it on the back of the bike, making a curious Y/n look at him.

The Winter Soldier looked at the child and smiled slightly which was something he rarely ever did, considering the life he has to go through, but Y/n made it more manageable for him.

“What are you looking at, papa?” Y/n smiled widely, admiring her father figure. 

“Nothing, come on, let’s go.” Bucky put Y/n back on the bike and sped away back to the HYDRA base. 

                               · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.                   

Back at the HYDRA base, Y/n was shaking in fear and grabbed her father’s pant leg tightly, digging her dirty fingernails in it. 

“Mission report.” Karpov stood in front of the soldier, glancing at him to get an answer. Y/n has always been scared of the man and the Winter Soldier noticed her body tensing up. He picked her up gently and buried her head in his shoulder, refraining Y/n from looking at Karpov any longer. 

“Убит, свидетелей нет.“

“Killed, no witnesses.” 

Karpov nodded his head in approval and then talked to the other doctors there to examine the Winter Soldier's arm, fixing any technical difficulties it had. 

For the first time in a while, Y/n was able to feel some sort of peace as she was resting her head on the Winter Soldiers chest. Her heartbeat was starting to slow down peacefully, almost falling asleep. 

The small child soon fell asleep on the Winter Soldier's chest not too long after, making him feel like a part of hope was still alive. 

He wished that someday, and hopefully soon, he and Y/n were able to finally escape this hell hole. 

But that was too much of a risk, knowing his handlers will kill him and worse, Y/n. 

He cared too much to let this happen to his precious daughter. 

One of the doctors that were working on the Winter Soldier’s arm, was about to pick up the sleeping child to let him examine any other cuts on his body. However, the Winter Soldier quickly noticed and swiftly grabbed the doctor's hand, refraining him any further from letting the stranger touch his daughter. 

“Не трогай ее. Оставь ее там.”

“Do not touch her. Leave her there.”

Being notoriously frightened by the Winter Soldier, the doctor vigorously nodded his head and proceeded to leave the child on his chest. 

The Winter Soldier turned his hard glare away from the doctor and once his eyes landed on Y/n, his mood immediately became brighter.  

Smiling at his sleeping child, the Winter Soldier kissed Y/n’s head slightly, careful to not wake her up. 

“Спи спокойно, мой ангел.”

“Sleep well, my angel.” 

                               · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

                                             𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗                                     𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞

After the moment back in 1991 where the Winter Soldier completed his mission, he and Y/n were pretty much immediately put back into cryo freeze. 

For over 18 years, Y/n hasn't seen her papa, until now, where she felt the recognizable sensation of the fresh air flowing through her chamber as it opened. 

Fluttering her eyes open, Y/n saw her father, fighting and breathing furiously as he took out several guards that were trying to calm him down. 

"Где она?! Где мой ребенок ?! "

“Where is she?! Where’s my child?!” 

Y/n ignored the doctors that were trying to help her down and immediately ran to her father. 

“Papa! Papa! I’m here! I”m here!” 

The Winter Soldier whipped his head, finally calming down at the voice of his daughter. Y/n jumped in the Winter Soldier's arms, immediately comforted by her father. 

“I see your deep care for the child.” Y/n and the Winter Soldier turned their heads to the unfamiliar voice. Even though Y/n just met this man, she could tell he was not a good guy and he was higher in power.  

The Winter Soldier stayed silent and attempted to hold his daughter tightly, protecting her at any costs.

“Sorry, let me introduce myself. I’m Alexander Pierce and I will be your new handler since Karpov is older and retired.” The Winter Soldier loosened his grip slightly on Y/n, but still firm enough to protect her, not fully trusting this man yet. 

Pierce diverted his vision from the soldier to the little girl in his hands. He smiled devilishly, which made Y/n put her head back on her father's shoulders. 

"Do you really take out the child to missions?" The Winter Soldier stared at the man for a while before nodding his head slightly. Pierce chucked darkly then went off to talk to the other HYDRA agents, leaving the pair alone in the eyes of the guards.

"Papa, do we have to kill other people?" The Winter Soldier looked at his daughter with slight sympathy before answering.

"Да, кукла."

"Yes, we do, doll."       

Y/n just nodded her head, sad that other innocent people have to die just because HYDRA thought they were a threat.

"What if they-". Y/n started to make fighting and implosion motions with her hands, indicating that the Winter Soldier would have to get hurt during these missions.

"Не волнуйся, куколка, я сильнее этих людей."

"Don't worry, doll, I am stronger than those people."

Y/n knew her father was strong, but there were still times where she was petrified of the thought of the soldier dying. She just couldn't think of that thought.

On the other hand, the Winter Soldier mentally promised himself that he will stay alive and obey his orders, only for Y/n and to hopefully escape the hands of HYDRA one day.

The sound of dress shoes clicking on the hard cement floor grabbed the attention of the pair.

"Soldier, good news, you and your...pet have a new mission." The Winter Soldier wanted to rip the man's throat out for calling his daughter a 'pet', but that was suicide when they were in the hands of HYDRA.

Pierce handed the soldier a new file which he skimmed quickly due to his enhanced diligence. Curious about what the file read, Y/n slightly looked towards the files, not reading much except for the words 'nuclear' and 'engineer'.

"Assassinate the engineer. No witnesses." Closing the files, the soldier picked up his daughter, her hands caressing his neck, and started to walk to a room where they would get their gear to get ready for a mission.

Just another normal day of killing people, Y/n thought to herself. But little did the child know, a certain Russian red-head will change her life forever.

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Made For You pt.4

Whooo! The last part! Are You guys proud of me? I wanted to make it really sweet and solidify them as a non-toxic couple. Ugh I loved writing this reader. So happy to live and breath for Bucky (yes, ‘tis me). Requests are open, so if you ever miss her, and want a ‘Made For You’ drabble or epilogue or something, let me know.

BUCKY X READER

Summary: Hydra had just finished training you to be the Winter Soldier’s perfect mate when the Avengers saved him. But what’s going to happen to you now that Hydra has deleted your old life and left you with nothing but a soldier that needs to learn to love himself before he can love someone else.

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4

WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, explicit language, stockholm syndrome, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of captivity and kidnapping, mutual pining, SMUT, ORAL (f receiving), FLUFF, angst if you squint (must be 18+)

Bucky sauntered into the kitchen, happier than he has been in at least 70 years. Things seem like they’re looking up. Out of Hydra’s control, gorgeous girl who likes the way the carpet feels on her knees. He felt guilty, but he was happy. That is, he was happy until he saw Steve sitting on a kitchen barstool, and he was snapped back to the reality of his situation.

“Hey man. Do you know where the number to that Chinese place is?” Bucky asked Steve, not meeting his eyes as he rummaged through the drawers.

“Yeah, it’s on a menu in the drawer to your right.” Steve pointed to the drawer in question.

“Thanks.” Bucky replied, looking over the options and wondering what she would like. Bucky remembered how it was when he was first free from Hydra. He hadn’t had processed foods in decades, and his stomach couldn’t take it. He decided on nothing spicy, just some noodles with broccoli and beef. Then he doubled that order for himself. This made Steve’s brows perk up.

“Eating for two, Buck? Steve asked once his friend was off the phone.

“I told Y/n I’d order dinner while she showered.” He said, shrugging like he hadn’t just gotten a world class blowjob.

“Dinner? So what’s going on with you two? You barely talked to her on the ride here. Did something change?” Steve asked, as Sam walked into the kitchen, joining their conversation.

“Dinner? You and Y/n are having dinner?” He asked, trying to catch up, but Steve only knew as much as he did.

“We... talked. She’s nice. I just want her to be happy while she’s here because she’s got nowhere else to go.” Bucky shrugged. Pulling out two cups and filling them with ice and some fruity beverage- which both men noticed.

“”Buck, you’re not actually gonna pursue her are you?” Steve asked? This was what Bucky was dreading. He knew Y/n probably needed years of therapy and to be far away from him, but he also knew that he was happy, and Y/n looked so at peace when she made him happy. So why can’t they both just be happy together?

“I don’t know man. I mean, she really likes me, and I don’t have to hide anything from her. She makes me seem like the sane one.

“But Buck, she needs help. She’s been in captivity for a decade only thinking about pleasing you. How are you okay with that?” Steve looked disappointed in him, but he knew Bucky wasn’t trying to take advantage of the situation, he wanted to be happy.

“Shit, I’m okay with it. Do you know what I would do to have a girl that looks like that look at me the way she looks at Bucky? And without all the annoying things women do. Aye, I think if she’s happy making you happy, what’s so wrong about it?” Sam finished. Steve thought it over for a second. He still didn’t love the idea, but had to admit Y/n really wanted to be around Bucky. Keeping her from him would only make her miserable.

“I never wanted to take advantage of her. But she literally begs. What am I supposed to do? Be an asshole? Not to mention, I’m happy too. It’s nice having someone really care about you, you know?” Steve gave him a look. “I know you idiots care about me, but I mean a woman. It’s not like I’m gonna do much better than Y/n. Beautiful women aren’t lining up to date a 85 year old, ex-murderer with a metal arm.” And he was right. Where would he find better than a woman Hydra made just for him?

The doorbell rang, and Bucky paid for the food. He picked up the drinks he prepared and said goodbye to his friends. Bucky knew the whole situation was kinda fucked, but he also found himself missing Y/n in the time he was in the kitchen, and that feeling was only eased by the knowledge that she’s in her room, waiting for him to return.

But when he got there, it took everything in him to not drop the food where he stood. She was sitting crisscrossed on the bed, knitting, in just a t-shirt he gave her. Her pussy was on display for him the minute he walked in the door.

“I- I got- the umm... The food is here.” He said as he walked in and placed it on the table.

“Thank you, Bucky.” She said as she put the needles down and walked over to the table. “It smells good.” She said, looking at different labels and the cups of juice.

“Yeah.” He said, zoning out a little at the sight of her bare legs. Much more of them were exposed than earlier. He could see the shape of her hips, and he watched her nipples harden under his gaze- his cock twitched in response. “You didn’t like the sweatpants?”

“Not really, I was too warm. And pants feel weird in between my legs.” She responded, looking up at him with big eyes. He groaned. It’s like her responses turned him on when she wasn’t even trying to. He assumed they trained her to be so seductive, but he swears part of it almost seemed natural. Like for some reason he couldn’t help but be turned on by her.

The two of them shared their meals together at the little table. He could tell she was a little nervous around him, but also happy to be in his company. Bucky also noticed how good she is at making conversation. Always polite, but she knew exactly the right things to say.

“So you’re definitely gonna knit me a sweater right?” He jested, empty takeout boxes discarded in the trash.

“I’d love to. But it’s gonna take a whole lot of yarn. I don’t know if anyone told you, Bucky, but you’re kinda broad.” She said with light in her eyes.

“I’ll get you all the yarn you want, Y/n.”

“What color do you want it?” She asked.

“You pick, Babydoll.” He said, pulling her chair a little closer to himself. He couldn’t help wanting to be closer to her.

“I want yarn the color of your eyes, Bucky. Sir, you’re so beautiful.” In their proximity, she definitely noticed his reaction to her calling him ‘Sir’. Feeling emboldened, she continued. “Do you like when I call you sir?” She asked.

“Yeah, Babydoll.” He breathed, they were pulling each other in like magnets. Everything felt like it was coming into place for the two of them.

“Then why do you tell me to call you Bucky?” Her giggles were cut off by a bruising kiss. She immediately felt his tongue demanding entry that she was too happy to allow. He picked her up from her chair, and placed her on his lap, straddling him.

“Because I can’t think straight when you call me that.” He said, standing with her legs around his waist. He could feel her wet, pantie-less pussy rubbing against his abs, and groaned in frustration. He was hard as steel.

He sat her gently on the bed, and started sliding down her body.

“You’re only gonna wear my clothes, okay?” He ordered. He knew she would do whatever he asked of her, but he would never ask her to do anything bad. Just seeing her in nothing but his shirt did something to him.

He pushed up the shirt, and kissed all the newly exposed skin. His cold, metal arm felt heavenly on her hard nipples. He kissed and licked all the way down her belly until he reached where she wanted him most.

“What are you doing, Sir?” She asked him when he started separating her folds.

“I’m about to eat this pretty pussy, Babydoll.” He looked at her from in between her legs.

“Ohhh. Why?” She asked. She didn’t want to sound dumb in front of him, but in her studies, she never saw anything being reciprocated. She assumed her body was just for his pleasure. But if this is what he wanted, who was she to complain.

“Because it’s soaking wet, beautiful, and I want a taste. Plus, how else am I gonna fit in here if I don’t get you ready? I can’t break my shiny new toy on the first day. My shiny Babydoll.” He said before taking a long lick from her entrance to her clit. “Mmm tastes so sweet. Like sugar water.”

“They only let me drink water and cranberry juice.” She giggled, glad to see him enjoying something she worked so hard for.

“Damn, if we didn’t kill Hydra, I’d have to write them a thank you card.” He joked, putting a finger in her hole and sucking her clit. She was moaning quite uncontrollably, she never felt pleasure like this (or really at all), and it was overwhelming for her.

But then he stopped all of a sudden. He kissed back up her body, and left his finger inside of her- something clawing at his mind.

“They- Hydra didn’t touch you did they? Did they touch my Babydoll?” He asked, looking her deep in the eyes. Just the thought of them touching his girl brought rage to his chest.

“N- no, Sir. They wanted me t-to, to be untouched for my S-Soldat.” She was finally able to muster. He wasn’t helping her concentration. After he ask his question, he added another finger and started stroking her walls. Upon her answer, he hummed and pulled her into a kiss.

“Y/n, You’re so good for me, Babydoll. But I don’t think I can take another minute not inside you.” He said, pulling off his clothes with one hand, the other knuckle deep in her pussy. As his hand increased speed, and his thumb pressed on her clit, she clenched around his two fingers and came. He pressed his tip into her entrance before she even came down.

“Sir, you’re so big.” She squealed.

“Babydoll, I’m barely in you yet.” He laughed before he drove home. Her legs wrapped around him as she screamed. The pain disappeared after the initial shock, help by the powerful orgasm she just had. But that orgasm seemed like nothing compared to the one he was currently brewing inside her with every hit to her cervix.

“So goddamn tight, Babydoll. Like you were Made For Me™️. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, Y/n. Do you want that? Want me to claim you right here?” He pressed his hand on her belly, where he could feel himself bulging out of her from his size.

“Yes! Bucky, Yes!” She shouted, the knot deep inside her about to snap. “Please, make me yours, Sir” She moaned out his name like a prayer.

“Yes, good Y/n. My precious Babydoll. I’m about to cum baby. Cum with me, Y/n.” He said, grinding his pelvis in every thrust to rub against her clit. One of his arms supported his body while the other massaged her sensitive nipples.

Her orgasm was explosive, and the tightness around him felt so good, he followed her into the abyss. She shook and shuddered, while he stroked her hair, not ready to pull out of her just yet. They didn’t say anything until after he left to get her a washcloth to clean up her sopping, sensitive pussy. He was damn near mesmerized by the way she jumped a little from the overstimulation, and loved how his cum gushed out of her a little every time she breathed. He knew he needed this girl in his life forever.

“Bucky, I always wondered what happened to the women in those videos after her job was done.” She whispered against his lips when he came back up and put his arms around her.

“I doubt they got the special treatment like you do, but you deserve it for being my shiny Babydoll.” He told her and kissed her nose.

“Why do you call me that?” She asked.

“Because you look like a doll and you’re my favorite new toy.” He chuckled against her lips. Lazy kisses being exchanged between the two.

“So you’re gonna keep me?” She beamed at him.

“Of course I’m gonna keep ya, silly girl. You’re absolutely perfect. And it would be pretty rude to not keep a gift made just for me.” He kissed her one last time before she tucked her face into his neck and fell asleep.

He knew he’d have to teach her all the compassionate things about a relationship Hydra never did, but he was happy knowing that he’d protect her the way he had all those years ago. And that being with him is all she wanted.

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MLB x DC Universe Headcannons

I just love the idea of MLB and DC (expecially Batfam cuz Mari is such a Wayne) being in the same universe and crossing over. So one night, I just had an idea overload of different ways the Marinette would know the batfam/be a part of the DC universe. And if any of my shitty ideas somehow inspire or prompt you, then please be my guest. 😊 _

1) “Ladybugs of Past and Present”

Hippolyta, Wonder Woman’s mother, was once a previous holder of the ladybug miraculous. When Fu activated the miraculous and put them in circulation, Hippolyta could feel its magic waking back up. Knowing there must a reason for it to be out, she sent a message to her daughter. Diana searched, finding Marinette and Adrien as the present holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. She vouched and brought them into the Young Justice program while they also made their own team, Project: Zodiac (or something like that).

[Sometime when Diana takes Marinette to meet Hippolyta]

“Great Hera, Tikki, you have not aged a day” -Hippolyta, cause she does know how to make joke. 

“And I would say the same to you” -Tikki

“Mother, you can make a laugh?” -Wonder Woman, honestly a bit confused cause her mom have never not been serious before.

And Marinette is just speechless cause she’s starstruck meeting Wonder Woman’s mom AND a previous Ladybug holder.

_

2) “Rockstar Niece”

Jagged Stone is Marinette’s Sweet Uncle J. During the summers, Jagged Stone would take Mari with him on tour. HIs summer tours are throughout America, so Mari gets to sightsee the country. Jagged’s first tour that he gets to take Mari on (5-ish), he’s also booked for the annual (for whatever reason) Wayne Summer Gala. When Marinette meets the Waynes, they are so enamoured (Dick and Tim couldn’t help it) that they tell Jagged he’s always invited as a guest, Mari of course being added to the permanent guest list too. About 6 years later, Mari is practically adopted, spending the first half of her summers with Jagged, going to the Wayne Gala, then spending the rest of her summer with the Waynes. Overtime, she figured out the secrets of the family and was there to welcome Jason back from the dead (when that happens). Anyways, now 11(-ish?) Mari meets Damian and the two become good friends… after an… impressionable first meeting.

“Tch, let me guess, you’re another one of father’s adopted strays” -Dami

“YOU MUST BE DAMIAN!!! DICK TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!!” -Marinette, who just ignores what he said for a hug.

“hiiiiiiiiissssssss” -Dami, touchy with touch

“...” sprays water in his face since he decided to act like a cat.

“I say, Master Bruce, the children are getting along quite well” -Alfred

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3) “Pen Pals” 

Jon Kent and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are part of an international pen-pal program, starting when they were very young (maybe like 4 or 5-ish, super super young) where they told each other everything (Jon can’t just say that his older bro is a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, or that his dad is Superman, or that his best friend is Robin, but yea. Lois and Clark probably proofread his stuff until he’s like 9) with pictures and everything. When they’re old enough to get phones & stuff, they call, text and vid-chat along with their letters (love without blood). When Mari is maybe 9-11 (somewhere around there) she starts flying over during the summers to hangout with Jon (and his friends and big brother). While there, she meets Kon, Bat fam, and Clark (some who she already knew, some who she didn’t) & lightly hints that she knows who all they are once she figures it out (it didn’t take her long to do so). 

Now whenever she visits and is at Wayne Manor (Jon likes to have sleepovers practically every weekend) while they’re on patrol, Mari subtly messes with their minds (super subtle, they’re the world’s best detectives after all) until they finally look through the cams and see Mari giving them one of those smiles (those shit-grinning cause it’s just so hilarious how it’s gone on for so long) & and a playful wink. 

[5 seconds later]

“Mari!” “Pixie-pop!” “Angel!” “Teacup!”

“Seriously, am I the only one with a normal nickname for her?” -Tim

“Ms. Marinette would like to inform you that ‘it took you long enough’” -Alfred (who so knows that the girl has been playing them since the third night she stayed at the Wayne’s)

“Where are my adoption papers?” -Bruce (who is seriously adopting any talented black-haired child)

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4) “Mari and Mar’i” 

When Mar’i is young, Dick and Kori take her with them to see Paris (btw, this would be during the winter). They’re strolling along through a park and lose track of Mar’i who finds Marinette (9-10 ish). Marinette comforts and distracts Mar’i while noticing the young(er) girl is Tameranian (her hair is very warm and she’s wearing significantly less layers than should be worn for a human of that age during the winter, plus that sun-kissed skin tone. She’s seen Kori in her fashion magazines (and, from time to time, on the news as an ambassador) so she easily make the connections). Dick and Kori finally spot Mar’i with Mari who introduces herself to them. Mar’i asks if she can see her “Auntinette” again and Marinette just goes “if your parents are okay with it.” Dick and Kori are totally cool with it (not many are willing to watch her and have the time to do it) so they ask Marinette if she can babysit Mar’i whenever (with good pay of course) if she’s up to it (cause she’s still pretty young). Marinette can’t say no to Mar’i’s babydoll eyes (and she’s so much easier compared to Manon, who’s only 2 rn), so of course, she says yes. 

Now Marinette is Mar’is official babysitter and sees Mar’i often whenever her parents drop her off (using zeta tubes to quickly get to Paris and back). Marinette gets treated like an honorary Wayne (cause she’s the most responsible) and gets invited to their family stuff (w/ travel pay taken care of, of course). It doesn’t take her long to realize the fact that she babysits Bruce Wayne’s & BATMAN’S granddaughter, but of course, being the responsible one she is, keeps the secret… while also playing with them via Mar’i.

[One Day]

After Marinette leaves for her plane…

“Uncle Dami!”

“Yes, Spawn?”

“Auntinette said to tell you after she left that Robin’s sut needs a major upgrade & that you look like a traffic light… whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

[Another Day]

“Uncle Jay!”

“What’s up kid?’

“Auntinette said that to let you know that Red Hood doesn’t make any sense ‘cause Red Hood wears a helmet. Not a hood.”

[The next time]

“Uncle Tim!”

Yawn. “yea?”

“Auntie told me to give you this” (pulls out super caffeinated coffee) “and that Red Robin’s cowl is a menace to all things fashion”

[Again…] 

“Daddy!”

“Yes, Starshine?”

“Auntienette said she’s proud of Nightwing’s costume ‘cause it’s one of the only in the batfam that isn’t an astro-city to the fashion society.”

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5) “Marinette, the one who’s always getting chosen”

Before Mari became (becomes(?)) LB, she comes across a different powerful piece of jewelry, from a different order of guardians where her will of mind is not only her shield from being akumatized, but it is also what drives her powers. That’s right, Mari walks past a flea market and activates a GL ring. The guardians pick up on this activity and send Hal (it is his sector) to check it out. Hal finds the ring with Mari but it still needs the light of a GL to charge and fully work. 

[During the explanation]

“Look, kid-”

“Marinette.” 

“Look, kid, I just need to know why you have that ring.”

“You think I know? I was just walking through the market and all of a sudden, this possessed ring, if that’s even what this is, started following me, then zipped in front of my face til i held my hand up so it can put itself on my finger.” 

“Kid-”

“It’s MARINETTE. Get it wrong one more time and you’ll see why I don’t need a possessed piece of alien jewelry.” -Marinette, making sure you get her name right. “Besides, if I stole it, I would remember. I’m a klepto” -Marinette, probably holding his ring too at this point.

Hal obviously doesn’t want the wrath of the Dupain-Chengs (just the kid Marinette scares him enough), so he tells the guardians that JL will take care of most of Mari’s training (once they get her a lamp for her ring, of course) & has her take part in training at Mt. Justice with the Young Justice team and special training with the Bats. Mari does all this under the guise of an international student exchange program for Mari to stay with the Waynes (not yet knowing that it’s the bat fam) and attends G.A. Mari doesn’t do much, but it takes her 24-36 hours to know who EVERYONE is.

[the next week after settling in]

“Hey, Mars,” -Dick, in his Nightwing gear

“Hey, Di-is the GREATEST SHOW!” -Mari, changing the subject(… not really)

“How long did it take you?”

“Not as long as the Kryptonians…” -Mari, going off into a tangent (still trying to change the subject”

[When Marinette meets Tikki]

Back in Paris:

“Sooo… I’m getting powerful jewelry that gives me powers and a suit, needs to be recharged, and comes from some Order of the Guardians? What’s the difference between you and my ring?” -Marinette, who at this point is very confused as to why she keeps getting picked on for this kind of stuff. 

“One’s alien, one’s magic” -Tikki, hoping Mari will end it there & lowkey hates that the GL Corp. got to her first.

“They’re both non-human made energy sources” -Mari, cause once you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all before. 

“You can’t heal the Akuma without the miraculous, and there are more than just rings. Yours are earrings, there are hair clips, bracelets, necklaces and more” -Tikki, after having a minute to think

“Fine, only because you said they’re the only way to heal the, what was it again, akuma?”

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6) “Their Unofficial Official Barista”

Part of Tim’s job as Co-CEO, is to make sure all the branches are running smoothly, sometimes that means he has to fly abroad to manually check in. Tim goes to Paris to check on the W.E. Paris branch. He goes to a nearby Patisserie (Tom and Sabine’s) to see a young Marinette (somewhere from 8-11) drawing in her sketchbook at the counter. She explains that her parents are at a catering event, but she’s there to man the little bakery. Tim asks for a super caffeinated coffee and Marinette makes it with ease, claiming it was on the house with how bad he looks (and how much sleep the man clearly needs). Tim begs for her knowledge and asks if she can teach his butler. Mari’s willing to show him the next time he comes, so he gets the whole fam to go (viz tubes so they don’t waste time) maybe a week later. Everyone gets their own drink (plus a free pastries) and Marinette teaches Alfred her coffee, but it’s just not the same so Tim, using the tubes, goes to get coffee from the girl whenever he can. 

Mari is horrible at getting up on time (the life of an insomniac, never getting to sleep even if you want and then barely waking up on time) that she is up super early, makes Tim his coffee (plus a croissant) and tries to go back to sleep (making her inevitably late). Tim would walk up to the pick-up counter where his cup and to-go bag is while Marinette runs out of the house to get to school. Eventually, the rest of the Batfam (as well as the Laegue, TT, and YJ) frequent the place, slowly becoming (Dami too) Mari hides it, but she knew all the batfam the first day they came and she showed Alfred how to make the coffee. When the others start making more regular appearances, she learns the identities of YJ team, WW, GLs, and others. Obviously when LB and CN appear as heroes with HM as their villain, they immediately reach out to help. Because 1. Batfam clearly notices that it’s Mari and they sure as heck won’t let her deal with that by herself, and 2. The JL is worrying too much about their favorite barista (even though she’s not really one), especially with the Gigantitan scare. So, of course LB & CN (can’t make him bad everytime) get inducted into YJ.

[After Ladybug finishes defeating Gigantitan and detransforms] 

“Bean! Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” -Tim, being an even more protective older brother than Dick, which shouldn’t be possible

“Yes, I promise. I’m fine” -Marinette, who just accepts the fact that she’s adopted an older brother (and his famliy)

“Tube over, we’ll have Alfred make sure” -Dick, already pulling out the medical supplies for Alfred.

“I-” 

“You shouldn’t worry your brothers like that, Marinette. Now come over so Alfred can clear you,” -Bruce, who just happens to overhear the conversation

“I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, they are very adamant that you’re in pitch perfect health before going out again,” -Alfred, who’s not actually sorry

“Fine” -Marinette, accepting her fate of her adopted, protective family. 

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7) “Thicker Than the Blood We’ve Shed”

Why is Marinette so freakishly strong? Because she was trained to be. Before she could even talk, Mari was taught to be an assassin. She and Damian were frenemies, both competing for top spot as best in the League (of Assassins). They often spared together and became rivals who pushed each other (which sounds great in that context if you forget about the fact that they’re killing people and turning it into a competition). When Damian’s care is turned over to Batsy, Mari also comes along for the ride. She implements herself into Dami’s classes at G.A. & watches him from afar. (Damian, not being an idiot, of course knows all this and knows that it’s probably for Mari to give a report to Talia.) When he becomes Robin, Mari obviously knows, but waits to see if anything drastic would happen (his care was given to the Batfam, they had already expected this to happen.) She then heard word of the bounty Talia put on Damian’s head. Marinette knew there wouldn’t be much she could do to help, but she ave Dami a warning about the upcoming situation before fleeing the country. 

From there she got to France, changed her name (it wasn’t originally Marinette, it was Shénqí, chinese for miraculous/magical (or something else if you want)), was adopted by Tom & Sabine, and left her time in the League in the past. When she received Tikki, she didn’t want to be a hero because she didn’t think she deserved it after her up-bringing. Eventually, she did become LB (being a trained assassin does help with lucky charms, considering she was taught how to kill with basically every and anything), and life was good for her. Then Rossi came.

[Gotham field trip]

While at Wayne Tower…

“How idiotic are they?” -Damian, who after reuniting with his long-lost sister-from-a-different-mister (yes, Marinette was able to convince him to say it once), can’t understand the stupidity she has to deal with.

“Are you Robin?” -Mari, who is too tired, so just goes straight into the analogy

“Yes.” -Obvious and simply is.

“Exactly” -Mari, who can’t even put a limit to the amount of thought the one brain cell the class shares doesn’t use. I mean please, the so-called “reporter” believed that the first cosplayer she saw was the actual LB when they don’t even have the same hair! And let’s not forget the origins arc, where LB’s first citizen save was Chloe.

[carolmaximoffs]

in a crowd of strangers and lovers

summary: of course your ex is working the night you get stood up.

pairing: bartender! ex! bucky x reader

warnings: drinking, cursing, smut, a teeny bit of degradation, bartender! bucky, this is entirely self indulgent, use of a condom for the first time in my writing in i think ever oops

a/n: this has been 3/4 of the way done for so long...finally sat down and cranked out the rest of it. short and sweet and maybe not my best but heres nothin.

You swung your legs idly as you glanced once more at your phone. Only the time glared back at you - no missed calls, no explanation texts, not even a Snapchat or a DM. It was 20 minutes past the time you were supposed to meet the man you’d been talking to for the last couple of months, and you sighed. Obviously, he wasn’t coming. You waved a hand to grab a bartender’s attention before closing your eyes and rubbing at your temples in annoyance. An all too familiar voice disrupted your self-pitying thoughts.

“You look like a tequila girl.” The first words Bucky Barnes had ever said to you. Your eyes snapped open, mouth gaping. Of course...how could you have forgotten? This was the very bar, possibly the very stool you’d met Bucky at. Before you could stammer out a reply, he was making himself comfortable against the bar-top and leaning in conspiratorially. “Hot date?”

“Very,” You sniffed, meeting his gaze in spite of your churning gut. In the glow of a neon sign overhead, his blue eyes burned almost violet. Your heart ached when he beamed, those beautiful stupid eyes crinkling at the corners like they always had.

“Well, sweetheart, you’ve been here for a while now. Show up early?” Bucky propped his chin up with his metal hand; his flesh fingers drummed idly as he waited for your reply. He’d always been able to see right through you; you weren’t backing down so easily this time. You’d actually been late, but Bucky didn’t need to know that. It was bad enough he’d clearly spotted you as soon as you walked in...you weren’t really sure what to do with that information. You lifted your chin, shrugging and looking around as if your evasive date might suddenly show himself.

“I’ll take that tequila now, please,” You replied simply. Bucky’s eyes twinkled with mirth before he turned his back to you.

“Margarita or a straight up shot?” He threw over his shoulder. Your answer was a moment too late - you wouldn’t admit it, but you’d gotten a little absorbed in the way his white tee shirt stretched over the broad expanse of his back. “Y/N.”

“Huh? Oh...surprise me.” You fought the urge to bury your face in your hands again as he smiled and turned back around. You chanced looking at your phone as inconspicuously as possible. Still nothing. Moments later, thick fingers slid a tall glass towards you, rim salted, accompanied with two neat slices of lime.

“M’lady,” Bucky drawled, dipping his head dramatically. He looked up at you beneath his lashes, cheeks straining to contain his grin. Your own face burned and your heart pounded as you mumbled your thanks. You took more of a long gulp than a sip. Just your luck, it caught in the back of your throat, and you spluttered a bit. Bucky looked like he’d won the lottery.

“Careful, sugar,” He crooned, passing you a napkin. Idly, you wondered if, next, you'd fall off the stool. “You know I love to see you choke, but only-” 

“Barnes!” 

Natasha was standing near the door to the back, arms crossed and brow arched dangerously. Your old friend offered you a tight smile before returning to glaring at her employee. Bucky winked before he sidled off, Nat’s eyes narrowing. You wished the floor would swallow you up right then.

It didn’t, and you were swirling the dregs of your margarita by the time Bucky got back. For whatever reason, you couldn’t compel yourself to leave. Not just yet. You were rewarded, however, when he realized you’d hung around; Barnes’ eyes lit up. He bit back another smile, resuming his nonchalant stance against the bar. 

“What was that all about?” You blurted, before Bucky could say anything about the near-empty glass in front of you. His smirk didn’t waver.

“Just Nat lookin’ out for you, s’all. She got off a few minutes ago, wanted to make sure I didn’t give you too much trouble.” His simper stretched into a blinding flash of teeth. “I’m not givin’ you trouble, am I, babydoll?”

You shake your head dutifully, and you think Bucky’s face might split if he grins any wider. His smile drops into something a little more seductive as he tilts impossibly closer. “Looks like your boy toy’s a no show...Sam can cover if you need a little cheering up.” 

Body and brain exploded into disagreement; lust bubbled like lava in the pit of your stomach at his request, but you knew better. You had to know better by now - you were the one who’d gotten too involved in the first place. You floundered, managing to blubber a painful combination of "we shouldn’t” or “I don't think that's the best idea”. Bucky’s face fell, only just, but he was quick to hide it as he untied a thick, worn flannel from his waist. 

“Wilson - headed for a smoke!” He shouted across the bar to where Sam was seemingly tangled up trying to serve a very amorous bachelorette party. His eyes were steely as he looked at you as if trying to pick you apart. “Think on it, yeah? No big deal, sugar. Back in five.” 

You nodded, tracing your finger through the circle of condensation from your drink. You snuck a glance at his retreating form, however, and already wanted to kick yourself. His ass in those jeans...he’d bulked up, clearly, even in the short time since you’d stop seeing each other. And there was no way in hell he thought you wouldn’t notice. The angel on your shoulder was practically throwing a tantrum as you quickly shot a text to your closest confidante.

call me in the am. about to do a bad thing

Wanda texted back almost instantly, but Bucky reentered the bar simultaneously. You clicked off your incessantly active cell phone and put on an expression you hoped wasn’t as much of a grimace as you thought. Bucky raised a single, knowing brow.

“What’s that face for?” He murmured innocuously. You lift a single shoulder in response, working extra to keep your face neutral.

“Changed your mind?” You shrugged again, and when he was sure nobody was looking, he jerked his head towards the back of the bar. “C’mon then, pretty baby.” 

“This is stupid,” You mumbled under your breath. You don’t realize how close he is behind you, jumping a little as the door swings shut behind you. 

“What’s stupid is waiting an hour for some douche when you’ve got me standing right in front of you,” Bucky whispered hotly, already spinning the two of you so your back hit the wall by the doorframe. A case of the imported vodka Nat loved dug into your calves. 

“We split up, Bucky,” You moaned as he licked at the shell of your ear. Honestly, you were half expecting something like “i didn’t know we were together”. Instead, he pulled back for a second to give you sad eyes and a slight twist of the corner of his mouth. Regret? 

Before you could truly ponder it, he was ducking back towards you, lips pressing into yours with a fire fueled by all things left unsaid. He kissed his way down your neck, and you heard his voice from months ago: ‘it’s just sex, sweetheart. just enjoy it’. You were drawn back to the present as he tugged at your lip with sharp teeth, and you recalled his gruff morning voice - ‘I better get going’. Memory pierced your hazy brain even as he slid a hand down to cup your sex. You arched into him, and he looked positively feral even in his delight. You pushed the past away as hard as you could and let yourself melt into his touch. 

As your head lilted backward to likely smack the wall, Bucky tangled a hand into your hair. He tipped your face back up to kiss it incessantly - several to your cheeks, a peck on your nose, a handful of smooches dotted to your forehead. When he finally reached your mouth again you were laughing, breathy and floaty, and he laughed too. He chuckled softly with you even as he slips his hands into your jeans, past the waistband of your cute-but-not-presumptuous panties. He was still chuckling a little, but it was more smug than amused when his fingers parted your folds and you inhaled sharply.

“Yeah,” He murmured, so low you almost missed it. “There you go, that’s my girl.”

You pretended the burst of heat through your gut is from his palm bumping against your clit. You were halfway through a moan when he withdrew his hand, instead placing both dark metal and pale skin on steadfastly on your hips. Swiftly, he placed you on top of those nagging crates you’d been pressed against - despite the marks on your thighs you’d nearly forgotten about them.

“Bucky, what-” You tried, but he cut you off with a swift press of lips to yours, tongue sliding into your mouth with practiced ease. If you sighed into the kiss, well, you’d call it heat of the moment. The familiar crinkling of foil set your anticipation and adrenaline spiking impossibly higher. Bucky pulled away to line himself up as you caught your breath, which suddenly seemed impossible. He rubbed a comforting thumb over your hip, leaning in again to nip playfully at your jaw.

“You ready, angel?” He murmured; all it took was your assenting nod before he slid home, your body greedily accepting him as if the two of you had never stopped. “Fuuuck...missed you. Missed this.”

Normally, such a suggestion would’ve irritated you - but you couldn’t deny the feelings you had had for him once upon a time, despite the casual nature of your relationship. You knew it was mutual; you knew exactly what he missed. It wasn’t just about the sex - even in the dingy storeroom of the bar, Bucky thrusting as deep as possible with one hand stabilizing the crates and the other on the small of your back, panting into each other’s mouths, it was about the connection. Being this close with another person, especially someone you dared to say you’d been good friends with, had much in common with - the interconnection of body and soul was something else. Or maybe that was your orgasm talking.

It snuck up on you. Your toes curled in your shoes, lip drew between your teeth. “Please.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Bucky rasped, face buried in your shoulder. The hand on your back snaked between the two of you to rub furiously at your clit - you threw your arms around his neck for balance as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. “Go ahead, let go. Come for me, let me make you feel good, angel.”

That did it. Your hands found purchase in his hair as your back arched; in your desperation to be quiet, you bit your lip so hard the taste of iron crept into your mouth. Bucky never slowed, chasing his own high as well as basking with you in yours. He kissed you, a little sudden, groaning deeply into your mouth as he came.

For a moment, the pair of you were silent, the only sound your heavy breaths and the rustling of clothing. Composing yourself, you made for the door - a hand on your wrist stopped you.

“This was a fluke, I know-” You started. The desperate look in Bucky’s eyes cut you off.

“I don’t...let me try again.” He mumbled, words jumbling together with nerves. He cleared his throat - you’d never seen Bucky Barnes nervous, of all things, and humility wasn’t a bad look for him. “You deserved - deserve better, sweetheart. I want to try again. I want to...I want to do it right.”

“Buck...” Your face softened, but he tensed, fearing rejection. You brought a hand up to cup his cheek softly. “I’d love to try again.”

That nagging voice in the back of your mind was on a roll - you’ll just get hurt again, it warned. He’s not good for you.

But when Bucky’s entire face lit up and he kissed you enthusiastically, making you laugh in equal parts shock and joy, that little voice was silent.

[holy-guacamoly]

Congrats for your 200 followers!! For you event I would please like to ask for a personal hc with Nanami from jjk. My name is Ana and my pronouns are she/her, I love period romantic novels and everything about royal core. My personality is:

ENTJ

Anxious and workaholic

Energetic and talkative

Girlboss and kinda bratty (nsfw)

I would also like it to be sfw and nsfw, my fav kinks are daddy kink, praising and size kink (since I'm petite)

Thanks <3

Hey hun! Thank you so much for your request! <3 Love the girl boss attitude! ♥ Loves when you help him with his tie in the morning and pull on it to bring him into a kiss. Nanami acts like this isn't his favorite thing in the whole world, but a very faint blush exposes his lie. ♥ This man ALWAYS wants you near him. At any given time. It kills Kento to leave you behind when another mission calls, so he needs your touch constantly during shared times. Especially adores it when you play with his hair while he does paperwork. ♥ He is that kind of gentleman that sprints around the car to open the door for you and helps you out. Compliments all your outfits and overall appearance. Nanami refers to you a lot as "pretty girl" and "beautiful". This romantic bastard will never allow you to do any hard work. "A beautiful woman like you, shouldn't lift one finger." he muses, as he places a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let me carry these bags for you." ♥ Your man doesn't understand your passion for period romantic novels, but he tries so hard. :( As a stoic human being, he doesn't see the need for all these romantic-drama situations. Hell, he even had a hard time getting close to you because he gets so overwhelmed with romantic feelings. "Why did the protagonist date the other guy when she was married to this powerful lord? That doesn't make sense." Nanami states, combing his slender fingers through his golden hair. You shrug your shoulders. "Wouldn't it be boring if she just stays with one man her whole life?" Your boyfriend's expression freezes. His stoic deminer crumbles as a hint of fear lingers in Nanami Kento's voice. "What is that supposed to mean, Ana!?" ♥ Nanami shuts you up with kisses. You can talk quite a lot and sometimes he just needs some peace. :') Kento wouldn't dare to snap at you. A privilege only you hold. So he pulls you into a deep kiss every time you tend to ramble too much. Often ends like this ♥ We all know Nanami Kento owns a cold personality. But as soon as you melted his walls, he is into some domestic life shit. Instantly buys a cute little cottage, so he can create a safe haven to return to. Your man is well aware of your tight working schedule so he books a cleaner once a week, to relieve you of chores and other daily duties. 100% gives you the fairytale life you deserve. ♥ Your boyfriend thinks so highly of you! You are such an independent, intelligent young woman like no other. He has a hard time voicing how proud he is. The best way to get a glimpse of his true feelings is right before he thrifts off to sleep. When you rest on Nanami's chest, his warms securely wrapped around you, he can't help but let a quiet "I adore you so much" slip from his lips. ♥ This man is jealous. You are his and his only. Gojo purposely flirts with you to annoy Kento but it never ends well. Your man gets so angry and you have to bring him back to his senses. Would never get physical but we all know how eerie he can get when pissed off by Satu.

NSFW ♥ I am glad you have a daddy kink because this dude is the CEO of being a daddy. Loves when you wear a cute little babydoll dress and give him a show. Nanami sits there, still in his suit, a glass of whiskey in one hand and stroking his dick with the other. "Spin around for, daddy," he orders as he scans every inch of your body. A small whimper emits from your lungs. "B-but, daddy. It's embarrassing." "Does daddy have to remind you how to behave?" Nanami snarls. ♥ Brattaming. Sorry but you kind of deserve it. You are constantly getting on his nerves and he doesn't know what to do without you anymore. :( You keep sending him naughty pics during missions and always behaving like a little slut. What else can this poor man do but tame you? Especially loves to put you in your place with a lot of ass smacks. ♥ Ok, but when you do behave Nanami drowns you in praises. You are his baby after all. <3 He is so proud of how you always take him so well. Your man knows he is big and it hurts you but you take it like the good girl you are. Loves to call you "princess" and "doll".

In conclusion: Nanami Kento isn't a man known for his warm deminer but you managed to turn him into quite a softie.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Surprise – Howlin’ For You – One Shot

Description: Bucky forgets it’s his birthday. But his wife and kids aren’t going to let that slide. 

Pairing: AU - Biker!Bucky x Fem/Reader

Howlin’ For You - Masterlist

Read the series or you will not know what the fuck is happening.

Bucky was so tired that a part of him was worried about getting home on a motorcycle without falling asleep. 

It was like the universe was torturing him with the day that he had. It seemed as if every customer he had to deal with at the shop today was a privileged asshole. All of them either pretended like they knew more about auto mechanics than him or yelled at him for the very reasonable pricing he gave them on their vehicles.

Customer service had always been the thing Bucky hated most about running his own shop. He tried to avoid dealing with customers at all cost. Steve was much more patient than he was – most of the crew was. 

But the whole reason they’d created the shop in the first place was to offer people realistic prices and to not rip off naive and unassuming customers.

Now Bucky was mentally and emotionally exhausted.

He’d sent a text to Y/N earlier, telling her how he’d become more and more irritated from work as the day went on.

She sent her support and promised she’d try to cheer him up when he got home.

Bucky immediately brought the conversation to more risqué suggestions, but Y/N didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

He also knew that a few minutes with his kids and he’d cheer up. Amelia would want to cuddle with him or the twins would show him their new model cars they built with so much enthusiasm that he wouldn’t be able to help but feel better.

When Bucky walked through the door, his shoulders immediately relaxed. He gave most of the credit to Y/N for making their house an oasis of comfort and warmth.

But then he noticed how oddly quiet the house was, which was a rarity with a 5-year-old daughter and 9-year-old, rambunctious twins.

“Doll?” He called out.

Suddenly Amelia came running to him, slamming into his legs with her tiny body.

“There’s my girl,” Bucky chuckled as he lifted her up to hold her.

She was already growing up so fast that he knew carrying her around could end at any moment – more from her not wanting him to than her becoming too big.

“Where is your pretty mama and your crazy brothers, huh?” He asked her after giving her cheek a kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulders.

“They told me to come get you,” she informed him.

“Oh, yeah? What for?”

Amelia giggled. “It’s a secret,” she whispered.

“A secret? Sounds like trouble.” But now Bucky was getting a little suspicious. “Is this hide and seek? Are you here to help me find them?”

Amelia giggled again and shook her head. “No, silly. Th-They told me to say…ummm…” She was now have trouble battling the short-term memory that came with being 5 years old.

“Told you to say what, babydoll?” He encouraged her softly.

She smiled, not seeming to care that she wasn’t doing a good job of giving him the message. “The backyard,” she laughed.

“I’m supposed to go to the backyard,” Bucky confirmed with a slow nod.

Then he kissed her head. “Alright. Let’s go to the backyard.”

Bucky assumed the twins had Y/N hostage, showing her everything about the new dirt bike he’d brought home for them just a few days ago. While Y/N didn’t know nor care much about the mechanics, like her sons and daughter, she humored them by nodding and oohing and aahing at the right parts.

As soon as they were close to the door that led out to the patio and backyard, Bucky was surprised he couldn’t hear the twins talking Y/N’s ear off. Also the lights were off, making it hard to see anything through the windows of the house.

When Bucky pulled the door open, he was met with the backyard lights turning on and a crowd screaming, “Surprise!”

On instinct alone, he turned his body a bit so Amelia was shielded. But he quickly recovered, steadying his breathing and realizing neither he nor his daughter were in any immediate danger.

The whole week of work, specifically today, had been so hectic and stressful that Bucky kept forgetting his birthday was just around the corner.

Now he was facing what looked to be every person he’d ever met in his life.

All of the Howlies were laughing and cheering at his arrival. Someone had already started up the music again. People were talking amongst themselves now that the surprise had been delivered.

Grayson and Owen came running out of the crowd, Y/N slowly walking behind them with a warm smile.

“Were you surprised, dad?” The twins both asked excitedly.

“Sure was,” he laughed as he mess up both of their hair.

“Did you spoil the surprise, Amelia?” Grayson asked his little sister, who was still in her dads arms. His eyes were filled with suspicion.

She glared and shook her head before nuzzling closer to her father.

“No, she didn’t ruin anything. She could be a spy,” Bucky defended.

Now Y/N had made her way to them.

“You,” he playfully glared at his wife. “Come here.” She laughed and stepped closer, earning a kiss from him. “You plan all this for me, troublemaker?”

She barely pulled away from his lips, “Maybe.”

“Thank you, doll. You didn’t have to do this.”

Y/N shrugged. “I was just a little worried after you told me how bad your day was going. I thought maybe this would be all be too much.”

“Of course not,” he assured her.

He moved her lips to his ear. “I’m sorry about the lights and screaming, I tried to tell them not to do it. But everyone was really committed already,” Y/N muttered to him so no one else could hear, proving that she caught how he’d reacted to the surprise.

He kissed her again. “It’s fine, Y/N.” 

Even after all these years, Bucky was still amazed at how well they could read each other.

Then Y/N grabbed Amelia from his arms. “Now, I’ll take this one, because you got a lot of people who want to wish you a happy birthday.”

As soon as Y/N stepped away and took the kids with her, Bucky was bombarded with people giving him hugs and saying hi.

All of the Howlies were there, along with their partners and kids. He spotted his mom and sister talking to Y/N’s family. Some of Y/N’s friends who had become Bucky’s friends were there too. It was like their usual Howlie gatherings – but magnified and with all the attention on Bucky.

He could’ve gone without the attention, but he enjoyed having all the important people in his life all in one place.

An hour later, he found Steve running the grill.

“Alright, punk, I know you were responsible for this too,” Bucky growled.

They’d just seen each other at the garage a few hours ago.

“I may have helped a bit,” Steve confessed through a mischievous smile.

“How’d you all keep it a secret? Especially, Sam – that idiot can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“I fucking heard that!” Sam shouted from over Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky laughed and gave Sam an unapologetic shrug.

“That wife of yours did most of the work. I felt like I was back in the military with the way she had everything organized and dished out jobs to all of us.”

Bucky laughed at that, picturing Y/N giving out orders to his biker gang.

Hours later, Y/N had put the kids to bed and the adults really got down to celebrating. 

She was starting to get worried with the amount of shots and drinks people were thrusting onto Bucky. The man could hold his alcohol, but he was still just a human.

“I’m going to end up carrying that man to bed, aren’t I?” Y/N asked Sam and Nat as they sat around a fire.

The three of them drew their attention to Thor and Clint who were shoving another shot onto Bucky.

“Make him find his own way to the couch,” Sam chuckled.

“This is why you’d make a bad boyfriend,” Nat smirked.

“What?” Sam yelled. “I’m a great boyfriend!”

“Yeah?” Nat asked. “Where’s your girlfriend now? Oh, yeah, you don’t have one…”

Lo and behold, Y/N did have to practically drag her drunk husband to their bedroom.

Some of the Howlies who were more sober offered to stay back and help clean up. Even when Y/N turned them down, they ignored her and started getting to work. She wouldn’t be surprised if she came downstairs tomorrow morning to find her house cleaner than it was before the party.

Bucky’s arm was around Y/N’s shoulder as she navigated him through their home.

“You’re the best wife anyone in the world could ever have,” Bucky slurred to her.

Y/N laughed, “I am?”

“Of course.”

“OK. Well, your wife needs some help on your end to get you up these stairs.”

And to his credit, he made it up them without requiring much of Y/N’s help.

When they got to his bedroom, he flopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Y/N started unlacing his foots and taking off his jeans.

“Shirt to bed or no shirt?” She asked him.

“No shirt!”

She smiled at him. “Shorts or sleeping in just your briefs?”

“Briefs!”

Y/N nodded.

“Well, I was planning on ending the night with more fun. But I don’t think you’re exactly in the right state for that…” She teased him.

Bucky chuckled. “Probably for the best.”

He was currently fighting the spins. So, as much as he wanted to have sex with his beautiful and sexy wife, it probably wouldn’t end well for him.

Y/N went to take off her makeup, wash her face, and brush her teeth.

She found one of Bucky’s old t-shirts and threw it on, forgoing any type of short or pants.

“Come here, doll.” Bucky demanded, sounding far more sober than he should. 

“Are you gonna behave?” Y/N asked him as she pointed a finger at him.

“Yes, ma’am. I just want cuddles.” Then he smiled like a goof. “It’s my birthday, so I get what I want.”

Y/N chuckled and shook her head at him, but did as he requested and climbed into bed with him. Bucky instantly pulled her on top of his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

“Thank you for tonight,” he sighed and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m glad you had fun.”

“I love you, Y/N.” His voice proving that he was just moments away from passing out.

“Love you too, Buck.”

And barely 30 seconds later, Y/N’s ears were filled with Bucky’s drunken snores.

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Thank you to the anon who sent this in and inspired me.  Let me know what you guys think :)